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Okay! I was hoping to do lots of muttering and thinking on MIC today but our maintenance day turned into an “oh my god the machine is HOW FUCKED UP?!” And complete dismantle of one of the heads that’s always been a special child. I’m still recovering somewhat from my random mystery bacterial infection and get drained easy so…I ordered a ton of food after work, took a hot bath, played DYSMANTLE wrapped in a fluffy blanket, and now I’m turning in for the night at ~8:15 pm.

Good news though is that the exhaustion is pulling up ideas and thoughts about the post Tronjhiem/star sapphire shatter period and there may be a story where Arya, completely not fully awake, spends an hour or two trying to keep the concussed Murtagh awake while Brom is out getting much needed coffee and a breather after his two wards nearly ate dirt. So while it’s not full dialogue yet just know that half mumbling, slurring Arya trying to keep her eyes open is on the same level as a concussed and trying to hide his concern for Eragon and Arya and Saphira Murtagh who is equally groggy and nearly incomprehensible due to his accent and the mumble mouth is now canon.

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TWO PEOPLE OF OPPOSITE GENDER ARE ALLOWED TO PLATONICALLY CUDDLE AND SLEEP IN THE SAME BED.

let my Trauma Twins have their cuddles. Touch starved elf babs practically raised by humans/human-likes and clinging to each other because they're each other's port in the storm. 😤

I haven’t platonicposted in a while

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A frequent and similar moment happend over and over during Arya and Faolin's years as children running rampant around the forest.

Can't words.

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Modern Inheritance Short: Family Diplomacy

(A/N: In Modern Inheritance Cycle, Arya does not reveal her parentage to the rest of the Varden post-Eldest, but keeps it secret until she is forced to use Right of Blood to compel Blödhgarm to assign three of Eragon and Saphira's guards to the Nighthawks on rotation after Murtagh attempts to capture Nasuada post-Dras Leona, which is where the extended war timeline really begins in full. This call occurs a few hours after the initial war councils, a bit of rest, and a whole lot of explaining elven hierarchy and democratic election of monarchs rather than primogeniture. Nasuada wants things out in the open with Islanzadí, and this call is the result.)

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MIC SHORT: FAMILY DIPLOMACY

Nasuada completed the traditional greeting and allowed Arya to carry out her own before bowing her head once more in a gracious tilt. “Forgive us for the intrusion, your majesty. A matter has come to my attention that requires discussion with you at the soonest convenience. Immediately, if possible. Though I do not want to impose if you are in an ill defended position.”

Islanzadí lifted her chin slightly, golden eyes bright as ever in the shaded tent. Nasuada felt more than saw the queen flick her eagle-like gaze to Arya standing at a stiff At Ease over the Varden leader’s shoulder, as if attempting to gauge the situation from the young elf. Then she nodded the barest amount. “Now is acceptable, Lady Nasuada. Please, speak. I hope nothing is amiss.”

“Very well. Please, forgive my bluntness. But it has come to my attention that you and yours have been keeping rather important secrets from the Varden. Not only that, but members of the Varden, including members of my own council, have been bound to oaths to prevent them from speaking freely on this matter.” Nasuada did not turn when Arya shifted slightly, breaking decorum for a few millimeters of movement. 

‘Good. Squirm. At last, some leverage to keep you in line!’ The thought made the young leader bite the tip of her tongue. Arya wasn’t exactly a troublemaker for the Varden. But, at the very least, having a way to slow the whirlwind of a warrior down, even for a brief second of reflection, was a Gokukara sent miracle. The mere idea of being able to hiss ‘What would your mother say?’ before the elf charged off in a dangerous stunt was not only amusing but useful. 

Most of the amusement vanished as summer lightning flared in Islanzadí’s eyes as they narrowed in insult. “Bluntness not forgiven, Lady. You and I know full well that secrets, even among comrades, are precious indeed. Any oaths pertaining to my people that yours have taken were not extracted under duress. If you will not trust my word on this, then consultation with Eragon, Brom, Saphira, and–”

“Oh for fucksake this is stupid,” Nasuada and Islanzadí’s eyebrows shot up in unison as Arya’s poorly hidden mumble reached their ears. The young elf leaned over the Varden leader’s shoulder, hand braced on the desk, and half sighed, half growled, “Mum. Nasuada knows.”

Islanzadí’s brows damn near disappeared into her hairline, mouth opening in her mild shock as her head tilted to the side just so. In that moment Nasuada found herself cursing not seeing the similarities sooner. There certainly was some resemblance, though only in the tiny flickers of unbridled emotion that the Queen so quickly swept away. 

 “Ah. She knows that.” A quirked, slow grin crept across Islanzadí’s port lips, and damn if Nasuada didn’t fully expect to see the tip of a frighteningly large canine peeking out before the smile was gone. “Pardon my brash language, Lady Nasuada, this is for my daughter. It’s about bloody time, Arya.”

“Oh, spare me the lecture! I’ve had far too many in the last twelve hours.” Arya flicked her hand off the desk, the gesture obviously some sort of elven insult if the sharp flurry of Common Elvish and withering, familiar parental glare that followed it was anything to go by. As was Arya’s subdued mutter of, “Yes, ma’am.”

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I WROTE A SHORT

I ALSO HAD AN IMMEDIATE FUCKING ANXIETY ATTACK ABOUT THE LACK OF FEEDBACK, INTEREST AND ENGAGEMENT THAT WOULD FOLLOW POSTING, WHICH RUINED MY EXCITEMENT OF WRITING FOR THIS WORLD I HAVE TAKEN AND MADE MY OWN. THE SENSE OF REJECTION BEFORE I EVEN FUCKING POSTED IT EVEN IN A GODDAMN DISCORD CHANNEL FOR FANFICTION BECAUSE I FELT THAT IT WOULD MONOPOLIZE THE CHANNEL BECAUSE IM THE ONLY ONE TALKING IN IT FOR DAYS AND HOW MY FREQUENT MESSAGING, CHATTING AND TALKING ABOUT MY FANFICTION LED TO REJECTION BY A DIFFERENT FUCKING SERVER FUCKING. SPIRALED ME.

I need to get in contact with my therapist again. A single community, not even the community, but a tiny but powerful in the server part of the community, asking me to not talk should not have such a lasting, visceral impact. I'm sick of it.

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Fun Fact! In the self published first edition of Eragon, Eragon himself acknowledges this!

Can someone tell me why Eragon is always passing out in the first book. Like he is knocked unconscious more than the average action/fantasy protagonist, and he’s ALWAYS waking up somewhere unfamiliar. He’s got four brain cells left and sahpira has to hold them for him because he undergoes a full factory reset at least once a week.

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Eragon and Arya anytime Murtagh tells them someone was a dick to him.

“I’m glad you asked”

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req'd by @hiddenbyfaeries

man I could tag any number of my friends about this one

text: Wholesome but completely feral and a little rabid

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Brom: ......What are you doing? Glenwing: I've found this calms her down. Arya: <quiet rumbling and eye squints while wrapped in a fuzzy blanket and Glen comfortably sitting on her back> Brom: I sure do know how to recruit the weirdos, huh?

Biscuit burrito

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Been wild at work, got sick, brain is empty, if i try to force the story again I'm pretty sure it'll fully die. Just gonna focus on putting things in proper order. Cheers.

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just....staring. at the document.

wondering what I've lost. and how much. and when it'll be back.

Add-on: I keep hoping that if I say I'm taking a break for the things to settle, then it'll make sense? I've reread this what feels like dozens of times, but I don't even know if it's 2-3.

I already took...I think two? breaks? on this one. Then I tried to force myself work on it, and it did happen, but it was wrong. So I scrapped 2.8k words. And went back to the point that I had my first batch of 'where do i go from here' blocks. Maybe I need to go back further?

I wish I could actually sit down and reread my work. I don't know why by everything right now tells me to not to. I think part of me is nervous of crashing out again. Cause I thought I had beat it last time! And then it did weird things.

Still trying with it. Still working on art for it. But...what was there for the second part of Dichotomy just...it feels like it dissolved and drifted. Mm. No. Not drifted. Got swept away in a particularly strong gust of wind.

there is a start, and there is an end, but the middle is gone and it makes me stare at it like it'll appear.

Iunno. I'm okay, I'm not crashing out, I'm not depressed, just...I guess anxious for that spark to come back, because I always feel particularly...not empty, but...not right. without it. Mildly frustrated and perturbed.

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Thank you books. Thank you!

i think people get so used to their own creative work that they forget how amazing it is so i’m making this post as a reminder You are the only person capable of making art the exact way you make it. nobody else on earth can do that. there are always going to be those little habits and intricacies and details that simply cannot be replicated whether it’s in writing or painting or textiles and you make life all the better for it i love my friends’ art i love art from strangers im trying to love my own art I LOVE YOU!!! THE PERSON READING THIS!!!!!!! YOU ARE A PART OF THIS WORLD NEVER EVER STOP MAKING THINGS THAT CAN IMPACT IT

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Right! Here's the no night screen version.

Still fighting with the actual story, but for now, have the semi-mostly-complete art side of Cry from the Dichotomy two-shot.

Can click for higher resolution or whatever. Because it's massive.

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Still fighting with the actual story, but for now, have the semi-mostly-complete art side of Cry from the Dichotomy two-shot.

Can click for higher resolution or whatever. Because it's massive.

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Bruv, I hate to tell you this…but you also just described fanfiction writing. And as someone who got halfway through paleontology degree requirements before switching to hazards AND writes fanfiction…

This hurt.

how to be a paleontologist in ten steps:

fall in love with the exceptionally dead

have questions about how they lived their lives

try to answer those questions

see how much we literally cannot know about the exceptionally dead

try to figure it out anyway through sheer chutzpah

succeed less than 1% of the time

cry

have an existential crisis about everything we cannot possibly know

contemplate doing something easier. like brain surgery or rocket science.

repeat