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More often than not I’ll crack into a sprawling fantasy series and, while I appreciate the luscious descriptions of furniture, landscapes, and clothing, all I’m focused on is that I don’t actually know how this world works. I only know what it looks like.  

Including some functionality to your universe can add to immersion and give your reader a strong foundation on which to build their mental model of your universe. 

You certainly don’t need to use all of these questions! In fact, I recommend against that, as all of these certainly won’t make it into your final draft. I personally find that starting my worldbuilding off with 5 to 10 functional questions helps pave the way for glittery and elaborate aesthetic development later on.

How is the healthcare funded in your world?

How does healthcare functionally differ between the wealthy and the poor? (i.e. can only the wealthy go to hospitals? do poor families often have to rely on back-alley procedures?)

Where are health centers (i.e. hospitals, small clinics, etc.) organized in your cities?

Does it differ in smaller towns?

How does this affect people’s ability to get healthcare?

Is healthcare magical, and if it is, how does that affect the healthcare system? 

If healing is instantaneous, how does that affect people’s views on injury, illness, and chronic ailments?

If you have both magical and physical healthcare, which one is deemed superior and how does that affect society? 

What illnesses are common in your world? 

How does this affect daily life? 

What do the people in your world think illnesses are? 

Is it a miasma theory? 

Humor theory? 

Demons? 

Do they know about biological viruses and bacteria? 

How does this affect healthcare?

How do people get water? 

Is the water sanitary and if not, how do they sanitize it?

How does agriculture work? 

Is it large corporations or individual farms?

What sort of agricultural technology exists in your world and how does it affect food production?

Are farmers wealthy or poor?

What sort of natural resources does your world/country(ies) have and how are they obtained?

How does this affect the average wealth of the country?

How does this wealth affect the culture? 

What livestock or beasts of burden are most valued? Least valued? Why?

What is considered a luxury good vs. a regular good?

What forms of transportation does your world have?

What classes use what forms of transportation?

How far has the average citizen traveled, given your transportation limitations?

Which cities are the most accessible and which are the least? Why?

How do popular transportation methods change how cities/towns are laid out?

Does your world have public transportation? What is it?

Is there a coming-of-age aspect to travel?

Describe your world’s postal system or whatever equivalent there is. 

Who pays for it? 

How reliable is it? 

Are there emergency methods for transporting information?

How does your world keep time (i.e. watches, sundials, water clock, etc.)?

Does your world have a currency system, barter system, or something else? 

If you have multiple countries, do different currencies have different values across said countries?

How does this affect travel?

Do you have banks in your world and if so, how are they run?

Who owns the banks? Government? Wealthy? How does this affect the economy and/or class system?

How does credit operate in your universe?

Does your world operate more on big corporations or small business? Something in between?

How are workers/labourers treated in your world? 

Are there workers unions and if so, what are common views on unions? 

Describe your tax system. If you don’t have a tax system, explain why and how your world is affected by that. 

Can certain social classes not own property, certain livestock, certain businesses, etc.? Why?

How are business records kept? Are business records kept?

If your world has technology, does your world prioritize developing entertainment tech, communications tech, transportation tech or something else entirely?

What does this say about your world?

How does this affect your economy?

To the closest approximation, what type of government does your world have? 

How are rulers/presidents/nobles put in place? 

How much power does an individual ruler have? 

Is there a veto process? 

If you have multiple countries, do they have different types of rulers?

Describe any large-scale alliances (i.e. countries, factions, etc.) that are present in your world. 

How did they come about and how are they maintained? 

Are they strained or peaceful? 

How does it affect the greater politics of your world?

Describe how wars are fought both internationally and nationally. 

Do methods of war differ between countries/races? 

What about philosophies about war?

If there is a military, what is its hierarchy structure?

How does the military recruit?

Is the military looked upon favourably in your society?

What weapons are used by each country/type of people during warfare, and how does that affect war strategies?

Describe the sentencing system of your world. 

Is your accused innocent until proven guilty, or guilty until proven innocent?

How are lawbreakers punished? 

If you have prisons, describe how they are organized and run, and who owns them. 

Does differing ownership change how the prisons operate?

What are the major ways in which laws between countries vary? 

Do laws between cities vary? If so, how and why?

How does citizenship work in your world? What rights and privileges do citizens have that others do not? 

Can certain classes or races not become citizens?

Are there certain taboo subjects or opinions that artist/authors/musicians are not allowed to depict (i.e. portraying the official religion in a negative light, explicit sexual material, etc.)? What does this say about your society?

How do people get around these censorship laws?

What is the official hierarchy of duty in your world? (i.e. is family the most important, or patriotism? What about clan?)

How many languages are there in your world, and how many languages share a common origin? 

How many people are multilingual? 

Which language is the most common?

How is multilingualism viewed?

How are different languages viewed? (i.e. is one language ugly/barbaric while another is romantic and sensual?)

Feel free to add your own questions in reblogs or in comments!

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Great for the sci-fi writer or artist who wants to get into the mood, or just to be inspired. Also great for just being a big dork and pretend you’re on a spaceship.

Wear headphones!

SCI-FI Laboratory Sound

Star Trek TNG - USS Enterprise Sleeping Quarters Background Ambience

Timeship “Relativity” Bridge Background Ambience (Star Trek: Voyager)

Star Trek: Voyager Astrometrics Lab Background Ambience

Star Wars: ECHO BASE Background Ambience

Star Trek TNG: “Warp Core” Background Ambience - USS Enterprise D

Star Trek: TNG USS Enterprise D Engineering Warp Core Background Ambience

Star Trek: The Next Generation USS Enterprise D “Ten Forward” Background Ambience

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Infirmary Background Ambience

Star Trek: Voyager Engineering Warp Core Background Ambience

Star Trek: TNG USS-Enterprise D Bridge Background Ambience (LONG)

Star Trek: TNG “Cargo Bay” Background Ambience

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine “Quark’s Bar” Ambient Background (w/ Dabo Table, crew banter, etc)

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine “Quark’s Bar” Ambient Background

Star Trek: Voyager Bridge Background Ambience

Star Trek: Deep Space 9 “OPS” Background Ambience

Star Trek: TOS USS-Enterprise Bridge Background Ambience

Star Trek: TNG USS-Enterprise D Bridge Background Ambience

Exoplanet - Forest Ambience Sounds, Sci Fi Insect and Fantasy Creatures

Sci-Fi Ambient (1956-1969)

Spaceship Sound Effects, Battlecruiser and Spacecraft Passbys

Unknown Surface - Alien Soundscapes and Sound Effects - Sci Fi 

NASA Space Sounds

Dark Ambient Space Music: Through The Ergosphere

Mass Effect 2 HQ Extra - Normandy Ambience

Mass Effect 2 - Omega Clinic / Tuchanka

Death Star - Star Wars Environmental Background Ambience

Star Wars SWTOR - Jedi/Sith Starship Bridge Background Ambience

1 HOUR | Mass Effect 2 Spaceship Background Ambience

Star Wars - Coruscant Traffic Background Ambience

Star Wars Ambient - Dromund Kaas / Thunderstorms

Star Wars - Voss Environmental Ambience / Nature Sounds

Star Wars SWTOR - Sith Sanctum Background Ambience

Star Wars - Imperial Intelligence Headquarters Ambience

Star Wars - Nar Shaddaa Casino Background Ambience

Star Wars - Fleet Environmental Ambience / Bustling Chatter

Star Wars - Nar Shaddaa Cityscape Background Ambience

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#thats me my bad #sorry if I caused you any discomfort #i can’t help who I am

why is there a small bubble with bipedal teeth encased within just a-wiggling on my dashboard

[yahahahahaha-you-found-me]

I wrote a little thing for an enemies to lovers story with some mention of characters from one of my fantasy plotlines but,,, here it is :)

She shuddered, sitting up. Cold, deep cold, seeping into her limbs.

Where was she?

There was a bed beneath her, soft, inviting her to sleep. She sunk into its mattress, as if it were to engulf her.

Sleep, fall unto me.

The room around her was the color of midnight, the blankets, the walls, the dresser in a far corner- the floor was quartz, like moonlight etched with veins of silver and the drapes closeting her bed like sheets of ebony.

“Why am I here?” She utters softly, the words feeling heavy upon her lips in the unbroken silence.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

A tall man, who’s figure comprised of gold and red and pale yellow approached her, pulling back one of the drapes with a clawed hand. He had eyes that shimmered like a dragon’s hoard, and the whites of his eyes were more the shadows of its lair. His hair was like fire, deep red, wild and flying in every which direction, coming down to his waist.

“Took you long enough, princess.”

Her jaw clenched.

“Who are you? Where am I?” She repeated, her voice edged with ice. Her wrists felt cold- engraved with shackles. Metal shackles engraved with runes, they had no chains.

“I am Lucien, though I doubt you know my name, since I’ve only just begun my conquest.” He grinned, running a hand along one of six antler-like horns crowing his head, two on his temple, two protruding from his brow, and two on his jaw. “I am the youngest of the Brothers. That should be a familiar name to you.”

A chill ran through her arms.

The Sons of the Mother of Shadow.

“You’re a Son of Lillith?” She held herself high, staring him in the eye.

He dipped his head. “And you’re Etheria,

daughter of Thoma. No introduction needed. As for where you are, welcome to Etherpoint, my dear. A castle I built in dedication to you.” He said spreading his arms to gesture at the room around her, golden bracers sparkling.

She felt as if her stomach was in her throat, burning as the words were stuck in her mouth.

Who was this prince of evil, and why did he know so much of her?

“Am I your trophy then? Why did you bring me here?” She sniffed, tilting her chin upwards.

“It is quite simple princess. I’m using you as leverage to convince your sisters into giving me the land called Fyjor.” He said, yawning. “If they do not heed my request, I’ll wed you and have you for my own.”

Hmph. Straight to the point, wasn’t he?

“I care not who you are, but you risk the wrath of Celestia the Just by bringing me here.” She said sternly, fingers clenching into fists. “I demand you release me at once.”

The look in his eyes seemed apologetic, but his voice was no less coy than before.

“I’m afraid that will not be happening, princess. I plan to be ruler of Fyjor after all is said and done.” He admitted, tilting his head. “But I’m not unreasonable. You’ll be free to roam the castle and the

grounds-“ he walked over to one of the windows next to her bed and waved her over. “The boundary walls will be your only limit.”

She rose, peering outside around his shoulder.

Beyond the window were impressive green gardens, cobbled stone walkways and statues weaving through them; fountains, balconies, pillars.

This was dedicated to her?

Focus, Etheria.

She willed a knife to form in her hand, but it felt empty. Cold, just as before. Her eyes roved to his waist where two long bone-like swords far too large for her were strapped-

Cupping her chin in one hand, he tilted her face to his level. “My eyes are up here, princess.”

Her cheeks burned. He was wearing little, two straps of fabric diagonally wrapped about his chest, bracers, pauldrons, and shin guards, and long baggy pants. His body was toned with muscle, which she couldn’t help but notice now.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” She said with as much disgust as she could muster, jerking away, a hand to her chest. His nails were sharp, if his touch had been less gentle she suspected it would have pierced her skin.

“I meant no insult.” He said amiably, walking some distance to the other side of the room, a hand resting on one of his jagged swords. “You’ll find that your magic has no affect here. The shackles you wear restrict it. And no, you cannot break them.”

Her gaze snapped from the stone step she was considering slamming the shackles on back to him.

“And what do you intend to do with leadership of Fyjor?” She said, clasping her hands behind her back.

“Rule it, clearly.” He watched her out of the corner of his eye. “It’s a highly profitable country, despite being so young. Do you know how many others have their eyes on this land?”

“Evidently I do not.” She admitted, her fingers tightening around her hand.

“You ought to be keeping an eye on such matters.” He grinned, circling the room, inspecting the furniture. What was he doing? “Tell me- is Celestia as unobservant as you?”

“I’m afraid I wouldn’t have noticed.” She replied coldly, standing eerily still.

“Ah. Fell right into that one didn’t I?” He stopped at the doors to her room, pushing them open. “Well I have some arranged conquering to attend to. Enjoy your castle.”

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I AM MCLOVIN IT

A High Impact Entity Transfer (happened to my brother once)

“What are you doing?”

The voice startles me. I sag slightly, resting myfist on the side of my dresser. I don't dare look behind me at the speaker - I know who it is.

“What’s it look like..?” I mumble in reply. The subtle shake in my hand is back. Again. I smack it against the dresser, hard. But it still shakes.

“Kinda looks to me like you didn’t do your laundry again. Ha.”

I pinch my eyelids shut.

“No, nope I didn’t. No thanks to you.” I return to rummaging around in my dresser, with stiff and shaking hands that knock against the inside of the drawer. The hairs on my neck are all stood on end, but as much as I want to face the man behind me, I don't give him the satisfaction of acknowledgment.

“Hm.” Those creeping feet pad closer, then away, over to my full length mirror, which I'd covered with an old bedsheet. In a few janky pulls he yanks the sheet away, leaving a stark black handprint stain on it.

I can't help but wince as I catch sight of my own reflection - and his.

“Why’s this covered up?” Dark muses, a twitching smile tugging repeatedly at the corner of his mouth like a glitch.

“You know why,” I reply dully, tightening my grip on an old pair of socks to steady my hands. I can see Dark in the corner of my eye, but I can also still see the mirror, and Dark staring me in the eyes from the reflection. His eyes never seem to reflect light like they should, and in the dark of my bedroom his sclera appear eerily bright - they stand out so much that I can't get them out of my vision without fully turning away from him... I'm scared to do that.

“Oh, do I?” he says, with no apparent interest. He traces his fingers along the mirror’s frame, leaving a trail of that weird black stuff he seems to emit smeared across the edges. “You’re going somewhere.”

I sigh, loudly. “Yes.”

Dark grimaces, turning finally to face me. I still can't meet his eyes - his horribly bright eyes, staring holes straight through me. Then he laughs.

“You can’t go out. You’ve got nothin’ to wear.”

“I get that, and, and you’re not helping.” I hurl the socks down and yank a drawer open. Then a pair of shorts, then a t-shirt with a tea stain.

Dark watches, tapping his chin thoughtfully.

Excited for this one guys, hopefully I'll finish it! 🤞 (also if you see any perspective errors, its because I had originally written this segment in 3rd person, and i'm rewriting it to be in 1st. Bear with me lol!)

[yahahahahaha-you-found-me]

AHHHHH this is amazing!!! I’m so excited to here more :0 they’re so interesting

the new boyfriend, part 1

A circuit trips. Fluorescent light pours across the battered concrete. 

Aggressive footsteps follow - broken irregularly by scuffs and hops. The overexcited clicking of cute black high heeled boots, hurrying to a row of massive pale blue cylinders. Her fingers dance across the stat tables blinking on the screen stands before each cylinder. Here and there she adjusts a dial, taps her bright red nails on the surface, adjusting a percentage. Finally she stands back, sucking in an excited breath - broken by a girlish giggle. 

But the next stat table makes her pause. Some status is off. She glances up at the pod’s resident, a coy grin briefly tugging at the corner of her mouth - but again the stat table tugs her perfect black eyebrows back into a frown. Biting her lip, she pulls a lever on the outside of the pod. With a mechanical hiss, air, or steam, or some other gas escapes the pod. 

The resident - a fit young adult man with wires protruding from his flesh at odd angles - moves limply with the air as it escapes, his brown hair flying wildly with the rush. His body is supported by a C-shaped mechanical arm, not unlike the stands used to display dolls. He’s unconscious, and when the air finally settles, the mechanical arm moves, setting his feet gently on the floor of the pod. It then  releases without warning, dropping him in a heap on the ground.

She sucks in a breath. Quickly she keys in a code on the stat table, and with a light hiss the glass door of the pod recedes upward. She allows herself that sanguine smile, and crouches just outside the pod. 

“Morning, sleepyhead…" 

She brushes his bangs out of his eyes, twirling the white strands around her fingers before laying them on his cheek. She presses a hand to his muscular shoulder, giving him a gentle shake. 

”Judassss. Wake up!“ Her hand finds his jaw, pulling his face up towards her. 

A sharp inhale, bleary repeated blinking. Strength finds him, and he lifts his head, shaking it when he sees her - that woman. Tassie. 

Another one of those girlish giggles escapes her, and her chinks tint pinkish. 

"You’re awake!!" 

"Yes…" 

What’s he supposed to say? Stiffly he pushes himself up, using the wall of the pod to support his dully aching body. He smacks his lips, rubs his eyes with one hand. Vaguely he is aware that, again, his shirt is gone. Probably her doing. The thought of her doing that while he was unconscious… his stomach twists. 

"Tassie.” He says her name more as an acknowledgement than anything. He really doesn’t know how to feel, and he’s so tired. Or sleepy. Just woke up, whatever… 

She nods, smiling - her teeth are impossibly white. Eerily so. 

“It’s me!! But listen hon - there’s been a bit of an issue, nothing SERIOUS really - don’t look at me like that, silly!! It’s just well.” She can’t seem to stop twisting her curly hair over her fingers over and over - why does she seem amused? 

“I think your internals aren’t the biggest fan of that lil doodad I installed three nights ago - you remember? Pshh, of course you don’t, you were asleep! You’re so pretty when you’re asleep -” She laughs “SORRY that was so random!! But you blew a fuse - I think just one!! You’re so serious,,," 

Offput by the barrage of information, he can’t really help his facial expressions. 

 "But.. why did you put fuses in me, in the first place?” He tightens his shoulders. 

At his question, she busts up laughing, and for 30 straight seconds he just stares at her. What is her deal…? 

“SILLY!! Of COURSE you need fuses if you’re meant to regulate electrical influx!! I have PhDs here sweetie, leave all the technical stuff to me!”