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writing my silly little fics feeling enrichment feeling joy :3

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ive actually been writing bmwf can you believe it

A little while later footsteps approached and a pair of polished black boots stopped at the edge of his circle. For a second he jumped with mingled hope and fear; imagining it was his father, come to set things right and reason everything away, but then he looked up and hope dissipated into shame at his own foolishness.

The Warrior frowning solemnly down at him was not his father -of course he wasn’t his father, who was half-way across the world fostering some Warrior brat- but one of only a handful of Star Riders in Tuzanor; a company his father had brought with him when he had married. Most had left with him, but a few had stayed behind to manage whatever caste business had kept his father occupied in an otherwise Religious city. “Nhi’mhari,” Khati-ri Rudain said softly, using the Warrior Caste address for a lesser rank of the Religious Caste. “Your father begs your forgiveness, he would have come himself but for his duties and he thought it best not to delay, so he has asked me to escort you to Tinarel.”

Branmer blinked up at him uncomprehendingly and said more rudely than he’d intended, “Apologies, kati-ri, but what?”

Rudain hesitated, glancing over his shoulder towards a small cluster of acolytes who were watching from a distance, whispering behind their sleeves. “They did not tell you?”

The reply choked in his throat, and all Branmer could do was bite down on his bottom lip and shake his head, trying to shake the tears with it.

Something – anger? disappointment? - flashed in Rudain’s carefully closed expression, so quick Branmer wasn’t sure he hadn’t imagined it. “I see,” Rudain said. “Then I suppose it falls on me to play messenger. The temple elders have decided to send you to Tinarel to stay with your father. You are not to return until you receive word from them allowing it. There is… I am sorry to be the one to tell you, but there is some question as to whether you can continue on as an acolyte of the Order.”

He said more, but it fell away from Branmer into nothing more than noise. Only one thing seemed to pierce through the white static, a silly little bit of pedantry so trivial he wouldn’t even care to correct it usually, not if the world weren’t crashing down around him. “Novitiate.”

“What’s that, nhi’mhari?” Rudain smiled gently, another little crack in that solemn demanour that conveyed so much kindness Branmer was biting back tears again.

“Novitiate,” Branmer repeated. “Acolyte’s the next step. I haven’t made it that far.”

I may never now.

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just spontaneously sat down and wrote a little bmwf woah

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The worst characters are the ones were you only get like three pieces of lore about them but the lore is so fascinating and hits your brain at just the right angle to have you behaving like a feral dog in front of your conspiracy theory cork board

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some people are afraid to be cheesy. I live my whole life on the charcuterie board

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Underground is a weird place

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they teach you the golden rule, treat others how you want to be treated, but in a pinch you can apply the silver rule (be kinda selfish because you’ve earned it) or even the bronze rule (manipulate others purely for your benefit).

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overhearing my neighbor rant on the phone top of his lungs and his friend is saying something in calm voice and he goes NO. NO NUANCE. STOP SAYING NUANCE. MY BOSS NEEDS TO DIE

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Hobbiton has a yearly poutine festival when the potato harvest comes in. The contest portion is taken extremely seriously. I know this to be true in my soul Tolkien just forgot to include it.

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one of the most important things, perhaps the most important thing I have learned in my life is that nice people can fuck each other up in monstrous ways. people can be bone deep kind and loving and self reflective and still lash out under pressure. people can be earnestly neighbourly and charitable and hospitable and generous and still find themselves in situations where they become selfish. people can be well meaning and easygoing and gregarious and hold deep seated opinions that turn them into vicious little bullies under the right conditions. nobody is just one thing, and nobody stays one way. every person is a kaleidoscope and they will surprise you. you will surprise yourself. it's not a warning and it's not a judgement and it's not an excuse, and it's certainly not a reason to stop trying or to stop trusting. it is just a fact.

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« While some people disagree with me, I firmly believe that regret is one of our most powerful emotional reminders that reflection, change, and growth are necessary. In our research, regret emerged as a function of empathy. And, when used constructively, it’s a call to courage and a path toward wisdom.

. . . “No regrets” has become synonymous with daring and adventure, but I disagree. The idea of “no regrets” doesn’t mean living with courage, it means living without reflection. To live without regret is to believe we have nothing to learn. . . Maybe we don’t like the accountability that often comes with regret.

In our work, we find that what we regret most are our failures of courage. . . Regrets about not taking chances have made me braver. »

— Brené Brown, Atlas of the Heart

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the urge to just draw a lotta lewd branmer/neroon art and just lewd neroon art generally. i mean why not. i can draw