Stormbril
LightNews LightNews
banner
stormbril.bsky.social
Stormbril
@stormbril.bsky.social
460 followers 200 following 140 posts
Author, artist, architecture student and full time tinkerer. Oh and I *really* love worldbuilding.

My heart is in Vancouver, my body is in Calgary... For now.

My biggest project can be found here: https://www.worldanvil.com/w/cathedris-stormbril/
Posts Replies Media Videos
stormbril.bsky.social
It's the last day of voting for World Anvil's Worldbuilding Awards first round voting period! I have 8 submissions below, and would be overjoyed if you considered them for your votes.

worldanvil.com/w/cathedris-...

You can cast your vote on the individual article pages. You only need your email.
Worldbuilding Awards 2025 Submissions
My submissions for this years first round of the worldbuilding awards :D
worldanvil.com
February 28, 2025 at 7:23 PM
Reposted by Stormbril
fonscordi.bsky.social
I thought I didn't have more random doodles on trash paper, but just found these while cleaning the deeps of my bag 💀...
#sketch #horrorart #doodle #weirdcore #traditionalart
January 14, 2025 at 2:58 AM
stormbril.bsky.social
Where it Where it
started: ended:

#architecture #modelmaking
December 15, 2024 at 12:54 AM
stormbril.bsky.social
Made a fun movie poster for it, too >:D
Movie poster for a student animation. The title is "Iterational", and the title font repeats itself under the main title over and over with decreasing opacity. The poster is of a simple wooden door on a white wall, with multiple strange hand-drawn post-it-notes and diagrams messily organized around the door. In the center of the wooden door is the text that says "The Same, but Different".
December 14, 2024 at 9:06 PM
stormbril.bsky.social
A semester of messing around and making weird shit in #Blender has resulted in this lovely animation I made! A bit under 5 minutes long, it's an abstract visualization of what it's like to be caught in endless iterative design:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=ULu2...
Iterational
YouTube video by Stormbril
www.youtube.com
December 9, 2024 at 3:46 AM
Reposted by Stormbril
vazdimet.com
More #Vazdimet #worldbuilding, this time about how magic works.

This is an older article, but I'm still quite proud of it. And I got to commission some @stormbril.bsky.social CSS magic to make it interactive.

#SFF #SpaceFantasy #SciFantasy

www.worldanvil.com/w/vazdimet/a...
Magic
As the universe and its people changed, so too did their understanding and application of magic.
www.worldanvil.com
December 5, 2024 at 12:58 PM
stormbril.bsky.social
Why is it that a damn radio jingle for a car dealership from my home town 20 years ago still gets stuck in my head on repeat 😩

Props to the song writers, they sure can make a catchy tune. I know where I'm going if I ever need to buy a KIA, if they're still open 😂
December 2, 2024 at 3:55 PM
Reposted by Stormbril
sutexii.bsky.social
If you see this, post a fungi 👁️🍄
December 2, 2024 at 2:52 AM
stormbril.bsky.social
YOU CAN WIN AT FISHY?!?

no joke I used to daydream as a kid about finally getting big enough to eat the blue fish

(also, "win", cause omg that game end screen lmao)
December 2, 2024 at 3:11 AM
stormbril.bsky.social
Throwback to my Europe trip, getting to see and experience La Sagrada Familia was an absolutely incredible highlight that I'll never forget. We went at sunset and were FLOODED with colour through those incredible stained glass windows.

#architecturesaturday #architecture
November 30, 2024 at 6:18 PM
Reposted by Stormbril
kness.bsky.social
41 Cozy Little Birbs
41 adorable cozy little birds in scarves, hats and sweaters, painted with green and reds watercolors, in a grid.
November 26, 2024 at 2:10 AM
Reposted by Stormbril
exmarx.bsky.social
phosphate of calcium, 2019 #pixelart
And our faces, my heart, brief as photos – John Berger "What reconciles me to my own death more than anything else is the image of a place: a place where your bones and mine are buried, thrown, uncovered, together. They are strewn there pell-mell. One of your ribs leans against my skull. A metacarpal of my left hand lies inside your pelvis. (Against my broken ribs your breast like a flower.) The hundred bones of our feet are scattered like gravel. It is strange that this image of our proximity, concerning as it does mere phosphate of calcium, should bestow a sense of peace. Yet it does. With you I can imagine a place where to be phosphate of calcium is enough."
November 27, 2024 at 6:09 AM
stormbril.bsky.social
If you see this, post a knight!
November 26, 2024 at 9:38 PM
Reposted by Stormbril
diannalgunn.bsky.social
If you're coming here for the first time or resurfacing because of the latest Twitter BS, hello!

One quick way to fill your feed is to Follow All on this Canadian SF/F/H starter pack: go.bsky.app/JYsEEhU

+ If you're a Canadian who writes in those genres, say hi & I'll add you 1/2
October 17, 2024 at 1:17 AM
stormbril.bsky.social
I just really love grass starter pokemon I guess :D

(also I've never played gen 3 sorry D:)

#pokemon
November 26, 2024 at 6:34 PM
Reposted by Stormbril
pascalblanche.bsky.social
" Fall 75 "
November 26, 2024 at 3:02 PM
Reposted by Stormbril
cannonbreed.bsky.social
Hekatonkheires
November 26, 2024 at 11:09 AM
Reposted by Stormbril
absinthe-arts.bsky.social
One of my favorite personal pieces - can you tell I like warm colors? 🔥

#art #oc #illustration #horror #comic #fantasyart #tcg
November 25, 2024 at 6:12 PM
stormbril.bsky.social
Reminds me of a certain creature I wrote and commissioned a certain artwork from a certain @nnie.bsky.social of 👀
A sketchy digital drawing of a purple elk, it has long flowing antlers that dropped backwards towards the main bulk of its body. The elks head hangs low as if in mourning, and strands of fiber hang from the antlers
November 25, 2024 at 4:58 PM
Reposted by Stormbril
theotherhappyplace.bsky.social
I loved you in another life, and I found you again
An illustration of 2 figures romantically clinging to one another. Their faces are missing and are instead large holes. Out of their holes are 2 entwined centipedes. In the sky hangs a red moon Everything is in black and white except for the centipede and moon which are red
November 21, 2024 at 7:13 PM
stormbril.bsky.social
Tree-style supports will forever be fascinating to me. Just look at how cool they are, so alien, so strange!
White PLA plastic 3D printing supports, they look like strange and spindly trees reaching up to support the geometric beam above them
November 24, 2024 at 8:59 PM
Reposted by Stormbril
mirrutatep.bsky.social
Onion home 🧅

#pixelart
November 24, 2024 at 8:42 PM
Reposted by Stormbril
vazdimet.com
Thank you, Inky!

Here's an excerpt from my current WIP, a queer polyam romance I haven't named yet.

I love Zeke and Lorcan's interactions. (Who am I kidding, I love all my characters' interactions). But with Zeke and Lorcan I get to play with the infatuated apprentice and his exhausted mentor.
“You got it, Zeke.” Returning to lean over the desk without sitting down, Lorcan verified all the doors and wards had locked successfully. He hit the button to summon one of the techs, glancing over his shoulder at Zeke. “You okay if I ask one of your guards to stay behind to wait for our relief?” “Please.” Zeke shuddered. “The fewer I have following me around, the better. I don’t care what they say. I still feel trapped.” “Then let’s go. Get some good food down before your curfew.” Lorcan spun, and marched for the door. He didn’t want to say it out loud, but lately Lorcan was beginning to understand Zeke’s laments about feeling confined. That was his whole reasoning for turning down Zeke’s advances in the first place. Every time he began to wonder if maybe he was exaggerating his fears, Zeke would say something that reminded Lorcan just how broken he’d feel beneath Zeke’s aggressive possessiveness. But that didn’t stop him from dreaming about it.
November 24, 2024 at 1:49 PM
Reposted by Stormbril
luridity.com
Draft from my upcoming mm cyberpunk romance, Illicit Frequencies: intro of Dred and the bustle of the place he calls home.

#romancelandia #writing #BookSky 💙📚
Except from Illicit Frequencies, by A. Dani: (1 of 2) During the day, goods and food vendors vied for attention with booming voices and noisemakers, people ferried between the few paying jobs or bartered with their peers, children squealed and chased each other around conversing adults and personal transport vehicles, and industrious creators seemed to swap melodies of varying whirrs and hisses of grinders, blowtorches, and impact wrenches. It was a song of living, a soundtrack of and for folk who had learned to reuse and reshape what little they owned as needed, every one of whom relied on the goodwill of their neighbors to survive. Dred wouldn’t have it any other way, and the corps had another thing coming if they thought they’d crush this community’s spirit. Excerpt from Illicit Frequencies by A. Dani: (2 of 2) Both men stepped to a railing that overlooked the maker’s market and Dred leaned his elbows on the wrought iron and hardsteel. “Pass the word ‘round a bit, Xan. If they’re keeping more eyes open, we will too.” “On it,” the young spy said. “Want Lin to pound circuits?” “Ahead of you; she’s plugged in with her hacker protocols, been the better part of the week. Not much luck yet, but if we can see what their drones are seeing, that’ll make a big difference.” Dred sent him a sideways grin. “I suspect it’ll be a nice view of wide shoulders in desperate need of a massage and a butt that looks great in tight denim.” Xandal snorted. “Ain’t always about you, Dred.”
November 24, 2024 at 5:16 PM
Reposted by Stormbril
fghostwriting.bsky.social
From “Being Human” chapter 2…

[Also, I hope the “no AI” thing was about not writing using AI and not about sci-fi stories involving AI 🤣]

#amwriting #writingshare
The image features the following text: “At my present rate of decay, I have less than three months until the ceasing of my life functions. That was the delicate way my situation was described to me. Payment for my years of service, I suppose.” Michelle put her hand on Alice’s. The feeling of being consoled swept over Alice. It made her angry. She pulled her hand away. “Please eat and drink. It will make things far more pleasant for you.” “I don’t need to. I’m not one of you.” Perhaps Ms. Collins—First names are for friends. Machines don’t have friends.—felt a pang of guilt over her deception as she silently rose from her seat, turned her back on Alice, and walked out of the room. Maybe that’s why she suggested the surgery to shut down Alice’s pain sensors. The science team complied. They wanted to make the rest of Alice’s time as comfortable as possible. At least, that was the official reason. Unofficially, they just wanted to see if they could do it.
November 24, 2024 at 8:06 AM