#clan tal

[narriose]

Started Dragon Age Summer fully expecting to become a Lucanis boylie but this man is doing something to my serotonin reuptake

[evaarade]

I'm claiming Aran Tal to the New Mandos

No One Can Stop Me

[ghostwise]

One hope I have is that if we ever go beyond the current known world of Thedas, we get to see other cultures influenced by real ones. Even if we don't introduce any new races, this would be a fantastic opportunity for minorities to have their voices heard and represented.

I don't want each race to feel like a monolith in the case of the Qunari or only limited to two major factions in the case of the elves and dwarves.

Each should have thriving and varied cultures outside of the known setting, and I really want mixed-race cultures as well that don't have the power imbalance of Tevinter and Andrastian nations. It shouldn't just be the Qun.

However, I do not trust BioWare's big-name writers (Who are all White to my knowledge) to get this right. Considering how they've written certain factions to 'represent' peoples of color, with these factions turning out to be morally dubious. Namely Tevinter and the Qunari.

And even if they were willing to do research, the small details that only come from living within that culture, that makes them feel alive in stories, will be completely absent. It's why diverse writing teams are so important.

That and I want to give David Gaider the middle finger for saying Asians don't exist in Thedas. Not cool dude.

All true points and I'll be honest; it's hard to remain enthusiastic about media that includes people of color as an afterthought. It becomes a little alienating I feel. It leaves a gap. It's bad writing.

The fact is Dragon Age only becomes good after you've filled in that gap. Up to that point it's a compelling start and little else. So much of the writing is downright insulting. There is no reason why Asian people wouldn't exist in Thedas.

Creators of color who continue to share their fic and art in this fandom deserve the world, but don't forget to tend to your creative soul, too; prioritize yourself before this racist fandom, always.

[literaila]

stay

gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary: you're in denial (no you're not)

warnings: pining, no plot

a/n: i had to give you a little look at what they do when they're alone

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*

year two.

“what?” satoru asks, his voice blurred in the haze you're thinking in. 

honestly, you haven't been looking at him for that long. 

you've only been watching his arms as they move across the sink, veins drenched in water, hands scrubbing at a pot that you've made his responsibility. 

you've only been thinking about him for the past five years. the way his mouth moves when he's focused, the subtle curve of his jaw from this angle. 

and you're only staring now because you don't want him to mess up the kitchen. god knows how much it's worth. 

you shake your head, subtle grin disappearing automatically. “hmm?” 

“you’re staring at me.” 

you blink. “oh. sorry.” 

you and him both know that there's no denying it. 

“and you think i’m spacey,” satoru mutters, turning to you with his arms crossed, a smirk adorning his lips. apparently, he’s perfected his dad stance. “what do you want?” 

“what?" you look away, for one moment, when your heart feels a bit warm, then back to him. "why would i want something?” 

“that’s what tsumiki does when she wants something.” 

“well, unlike tsumiki, i’m not a child, so…” 

“i beg to differ,” satoru leans towards you, raising a brow. “what are you? thirteen?” 

he's different like this--when he knows that you're paying attention. 

so ridiculously stupid that you can't look away from him. 

“you are a single year older,” you tell him, “and i had to teach you how to do the dishes. our age gap is easily filled by my years of experience—“ 

“blah blah blah,” satoru interrupts, rolling his eyes, “hard work, torture, bills to pay. we get it.” 

you shrug, lip twitching. “you started it.” 

“by being born?” satoru asks, fluttering his eyelashes, trying his hand at flirting with you. 

unfortunately, he's dreadful at it. even with his waggling eyebrows and throat when he swallows. 

“oh my god,” you put a hand to your chest, mock shocked. “did i forget to become clan head the second i was born? my bad.” 

“seriously. slacker.” 

you roll your eyes.

then you turn to the counter again, messing with a stack of bills satoru has left there. you're probably going to be the one to deal with them anyway. 

it's been twenty minutes since you put the kids to bed--frowning at satoru when he swore that they'd already brushed their teeth (they hadn't)--and you've already lost sight of getting out of his house. 

some small part of you wants to stay, just so you can sneak some more glances at satoru.

“why are you staring at me?” he asks, nudging your arm with his hand. "get lost in my eyes?" 

you scoff. “i just zoned out, satoru.” 

“looking right at my face?” 

you smile deviously, reaching a hand out to trail a finger across his cupids bow. “i was contemplating the different plastic surgeries that could improve you.” 

satoru does nothing to push away your hand, but you snap it away when you feel him shiver. 

“please," he frowns. "we both know there’s no room for improvement.” 

you raise your brows. he says it more like a question than a statement, so you keep the same teasing smile on your face. 

“don’t be mean,” he says, pouting. 

“sorry.” 

“no, you’re not.” 

your smile brightens and you walk towards the door--listening to his heavy footsteps as he follows--and reach towards the hook for your coat.

you better leave before he convinces you to touch him again with nothing but his eyes.

“where are you going?” satoru continues pouting. 

“home? the kids are asleep.” 

he huffs. “but i’m not.” 

“do you need me to tuck you in?” 

“what if i do?” 

“tough luck, satoru," you shove his hand away from where it grabs your jacket. 

“c’mon,” he says, pulling at your wrist instead. “stay a little bit longer. let’s talk.” 

“all you ever want to talk about is digimon," you answer, rolling your eyes. 

you deny the fact that you'd probably listen to him talk about anything, just to hear the slight drawl in his throat or the teasing in his voice. 

“well, duh.” 

“and i don’t understand a single thing you say.” 

satoru pulls you towards him, even when you dig your heels into the floor. “you think after five years you’d trust me enough to take one of my recommendations," he says, chiding you. like he's the most trustworthy person you've ever met. 

like you might trust him with your life (you would). 

“last time i trusted any of your recommendations i almost got kicked out of school," you finally pull away, smoothing out your sleeves to put your jacket on. 

“first of all, that was your idea—“ 

“i was kidding.” 

“and i was just trying to cheer you up," his hands gesture to you, obviously, "plus yaga didn’t even care that much. it’s not like we crashed the car. he just had to threaten us or he would’ve gotten fired.”

you roll your eyes, zipping up your jacket. 

“stay,” satoru whines. “i get lonely when you’re not here.” 

“that’s because you’re supposed to be asleep.” 

“i can't sleep without you.” 

you scoff. “we’ve slept in the same room twice.” 

neither one of you dares to mention the several nights you’ve spent together on the couch or the brief moments when you wake up in the morning and realize who you’re clinging to. those are brief lapses in judgment. nothing more. 

“third times the charm,” satoru says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. 

despite his age, he is still a teenage boy. 

the same one you've liked since you were fifteen. 

“goodnight, satoru," you whisper, turning around. 

“don’t you get lonely in your apartment all alone?” he asks, almost pleading, spinning you around again from the hem of your jacket. “what if you have a nightmare?” 

because satoru has ever been concerned about a single thing that happens to you. 

you roll your eyes. “i wake up, like an adult, and remember that it’s not real.” 

satoru raises a brow. 

“seriously, it’s late. i need to go before—“ 

“stay.” 

“we’ve talked about this.”

“no. i make a suggestion, and you don’t listen.” 

“because i already know what you’re going to say.” 

“no, you don’t.” 

“‘c’mon, y/n, i have a bedroom just for you. it can even be mine if you want.’” 

“i don’t sound like that," he says frowning. though how could he deny the obvious?

“satoru, we need space--" more like you need space from him. several decades of space, just to catch your breath. "i can't spend every waking moment with you. i have a life.” 

“yeah, me.” 

you laugh, shaking your head (he's not wrong).

“just for tonight?” 

“no.” 

“just for an hour? what if one of them wakes up? you know i don’t know what to do," he says, very convincingly. his voice is quiet like he knows some sudden movements will scare you away. 

you pretend to pause, humming. “send them back to their rooms…?”

“please," he begs you, so close that his breath is almost yours. 

“no.” 

“we never get alone time anymore,” he pouts, “i miss you.” 

you know that he's using this to his advantage. like he's sure that his quiet voice and soft mouth will get you to break, will get you to stay here like you already want to. 

but you refuse. 

“stop.” 

“and it’s cold. you don’t want to go home yet," he acts like he can read your mind. 

“i promise you that i do," you reassure him, taking a step back. satoru only follows. 

“we can watch a movie or something," he answers like you've already agreed to this. "i saw a trailer for this dumb comedy and it looks—“ 

you groan. 

“what if i promise to sit on the other side of the couch?” he bargains.

“no," you frown, "you’re a liar.” 

“what if i let you pick the movie?” 

“no.” 

“what if i pay you to stay?" 

you flick his forehead. “are you kidding?” 

“please,” he repeats, softly, leaning even closer. “you don’t have to stay for long…” 

and it reminds you of every other time you've felt like your heart has disappeared. like your head has been eradicated by his low voice and his sparkling eyes. 

it feels like being the same teenager you might still be, hoping that something will come from his pleading. from yours, however unspoken. 

and you almost break, almost push him so far away--

but then there’s a tiny cough. and a sniffle. “y/n?” a voice asks, so soft you almost can't hear it over the sound of satoru’s ego. 

over the sound of your own beating heart. 

satoru smiles like he planned this all along. 

you sigh. “an hour,” you tell him, sternly. 

he only smiles, slinging an arm around your shoulder, spinning you both towards tsumiki. 

* 

you don’t say a thing when you wake up the next morning, sweat staining your neck, legs tangled in much longer ones. 

your head is pounding from a night spent on the couch. from so many hours spent laughing at satoru, at the stupid things he says. 

and he’s already looking at you like he could sense this moment coming. 

like he can see beyond you, into your soul. into the very wanting you're sure is on your face. 

you don’t say anything as you stare back into his eyes.

this is the one moment where he’s not allowed to comment on it. to make fun of you for your small smile, or laugh at your bed head. 

this moment is just for the two of you. the rest of the world can disappear, right now. every terrifying thing, every horrible mistake, completely eradicated by the sound of satoru's heart, his eyelashes as they flutter open and closed. 

you breathe in, almost about to say something. to break this thing before it can form. 

and then you hear something banging in the kitchen, and it’s time to get up. 

*

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[sadokyuban]

Dragon Age fan OCs

Alathorn, Keeper of the Urterrill clan

Bastek, The leader of the Tal-Vashoth mercenary group

[dragonagekeeper]

Dragon Age Inquisition Polls

See choice descriptions from Dragon Age Keep below

Adaar

You are Tal-Vashoth, a Qunari who has rejected the Qun and never even lived in Qunari lands. As part of the Valo-kas mercenary company, you have earned a living by your own wits and the strength of your blade, ignoring the fearful looks you receive from those around you.

2. Cadash

A cast-off "surfacer," unwelcome among the dwarves or most humans, you have scraped by as part of a criminal fraternity known as the Carta, smuggling magical ore known as lyrium. As part of the ruthless Cadash crime family, you spent your life on the streets of various Free Marcher city-states.

3. Lavellan

If Mage:

The Dalish are nomadic wanderers who strive to keep the ancient elven religion and traditions alive. You grew up in the wilderness, a member of the Lavellan Dalish clan and apprentice to its leader and guide, the Keeper.

If Rogue or Warrior:

The Dalish are nomadic wanderers who strive to keep the ancient elven religion and traditions alive. You were raised in the wilderness to be a hunter, relied upon by the Lavellan clan for food and protection.

4. Trevelyan

If Mage:

Born to the Trevelyan noble family of Ostwick in the Free Marches, you were originally intended for a life of privilege—until magical abilities surfaced at a young age and you were forced into a life of confinement within Ostwick's Circle of Magi. Protected but stifled, educated but isolated, the Circle would have been your entire future had the mages not rebelled against Chantry rule.

If Rogue or Warrior:

As the youngest child of the Trevelyan noble house, you grew up in the Free Marcher city of Ostwick and have enjoyed a life of privilege. With close family ties to the Chantry, and many relatives among the priesthood and the templars, you were always expected to follow a similar path in service of the Maker.

[artful-aries]

I love your writing! Can I pls request “first I love you” with Diluc, Ayato, Al Haitham, zhongli, and Childe, pls? Ty

I’ve actually already done Alhaitham for this, but everyone else is included!

Saying “I Love You” For The First Time (Diluc, Ayato, Zhongli, Childe)

Diluc

What do you mean Diluc doesn’t say “I love you. Most ardently. Please do me the honor of accepting my hand.”???

Saying he loves you is a difficult task, not because he doesn’t feel that way about you, but he’s terrified of what that would mean

As illogical as it is, he’s scared that if he admits he loves you, it means that he stands to lose you, and he doesn’t think he’s a strong enough man to bear any more grief than he already does

Yet it’s an undeniable fact that he loves you, and he agonizes over the feeling for weeks. It’s so obvious that he’s fretting over something; you and the entire Dawn Winery staff know it by his ceaseless pacing he does whenever he has a spare moment, but when asked about it he writes it off as merely being lost in thought about how to manage the winery better

Once he gathers the courage to admit to himself that he loves you, Diluc still hesitates on telling you his feelings. He doesn’t want you to feel awkward or pressured into loving him, so he resolves to wait until you confess first

That’s what he settles on, yet he finds himself going out of his way to show you he loves you rather than telling you. He gives you more tender kisses, lingering glances, and he even blushes under your gentle caresses of his face or hair. There’s nothing quite like a little love to make a man crumble

His heart always feels like it’s burning when he’s around you, threatening to consume his rationality and his resolve to let you take this relationship at your own pace

Eventually, Diluc finds himself unable to hold it in anymore. You’ll just be sitting with him in his manor, enjoying the peace and quiet when he would suddenly stand up from his desk and walk over to take your hands in his, the intensity of his gaze throwing you off guard a little

“There is no greater honor than to give my heart to you, (Y/N). I love you, and I hope that you feel as strongly for me as I do you.”

He’ll give your hands a soft kiss, the passion burning in his fiery red eyes as he awaits your response. Diluc is graceful should you say that you don’t feel that strongly yet or aren’t ready to give an answer, but that would cut him deeper than he would ever confide in anyone. If you return the sentiment, a soft smile slowly begins to spread on his face, and he’ll ask to kiss you

After the initial confession, Diluc still isn’t one to say he loves you much; despite his almost stoic exterior, verbalizing the overwhelming yearning he feels for you makes him flustered, so he does it seldomly. He prefers to leave that kind of language for intimate moments rather than just saying it as if he was commenting on the weather

Ayato

Calm, cool, and collected at all times, once Ayato has realized that he’s in love with you he is going to be confident in confessing to you, but he is a bit hesitant at first. As the head of the Kamisato Clan, he does worry about the target that might put on your back

It’s not that he’s not confident in his ability to keep you safe, but he wonders if he’s being a bit selfish in putting you in that kind of danger in the first place

Before he settles on confessing, he might ask you about your opinions on love in a roundabout way; guided questions on long term relationships, love, your opinions on his work, and your overall happiness with him now are the tools he uses to find out where he might stand in your heart.

If there is any hint of trepidation, Ayato will not confess to you until a later time. He’s willing to wait until he is old and grey if that is what it takes to ensure that his confession is something you want too. Even if he never finds the right time to confess, he won’t have any regrets

The last hurdle for him to jump through will be to talk to Ayaka. His sister is already aware of his relationship with you, but he thinks it’s important for her to know the depths of his feelings, almost like he’s asking for her blessing. His sister is extremely important to him, so he wants to make sure that she doesn’t have any reservations with how his relationship is progressing, even though he knows Ayaka will be happy for him

Once everything falls into place, Ayato is ready to tell you that he loves you. He wants to make the occasion romantic but very private, so he asks if you’d be willing to accompany him on a walk.

After finding a suitable location away from any prying eyes, he will smile at you and tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear or will gently caress your cheek as he tells you he loves you

It’s simple, yet sweet. After dealing with the politics of the Yashiro Commission and subsequently his own cryptic conversations, he feels that it’s very important for him to speak plainly at this moment. He doesn’t want to play mind games, not with his affections for you

When you return his words he is elated, though outwardly he only has a soft smile on his face as he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in Teyvat

From then on, he’s pretty liberal with his affections; he’s not going to hang all over you and coo at you, but he will tell you every morning that he loves you, and when he returns in the evening after a long day he tells you he loves you then too. No matter how he feels or how tired he is, he doesn’t want you to go a single day without you knowing that you’re loved

Ayato knows better than most that those you love aren’t guaranteed to stay with you forever, so he makes a point to ensure that he never misses an opportunity to give you the affection you deserve

Zhongli

Falling in love is a slow and steady process for him, and before he knows it suddenly he feels like he’s almost suffocating in his feelings for you

Despite this overwhelming emotion, Zhongli remains the sophisticated man he always is, leaving you none the wiser of the hammering of his heart each time he looks at you

With you being a mortal, he has his reservations about confessing his love to you; he felt like it was selfish to subtly tie you down to him, knowing that you would age gracefully over time, and he would remain stagnant. Your mortality was in part what drew him to you, and it hurt to know that the very thing that he adored about you would one day tear you two apart

He spends a lot of his free time reflecting over this fact, and your relationship as a whole. Humans were always changing, like the babbling brook that turns into a river at the first flood. Would you be able to handle the unyielding emotions of a former Archon?

Ultimately Zhongli decides to take a leap of faith, believing in the love that you have shown him thus far and calls you to have a cup of tea with him. Over your afternoon tea, he begins to let the emotions in his heart out

“I want you to know that though the world around us may change and potentially become something unrecognizable, my feelings for you will always remain. They are embedded into the very core of my being. I love you, (Y/N). I can assure you that will never change in all of the millennia to come.”

His confession is unintentionally intense, but it rings true to the depth of his feelings. Zhongli’s love for you reverberates throughout his entire being, and he longs for you to feel the same

When you say that you love him too, he will chuckle slightly before smiling at you, thanking you for your honest response

There is an unspoken tension between you two about the weight of what a mortal loving an immortal would inevitably mean, but Zhongli opts to put those feelings aside for now. He doesn’t want to ruin this jovial moment with the somber talk of the inescapable end of your life

He plans to have that talk with you sooner rather than later, but for now he focuses on making you feel loved rather than just hearing it. He becomes a lot more tender with you, a feat that you didn’t even know was possible when he already cherished you before his confession

It’s almost like he acts like you two are married already, which you most certainly have no complaints about. Hu Tao even jokingly refers to you as “the missus” whenever she talks about you

Childe

This man is ANNOYING when he’s in love. You’ll almost know before he even says the words by how clingy and possessive he gets. He barely lets you out of his sight when he’s not wrapped up in a mission for the Fatui

Not only is he clingy, but he loves to push your buttons now more than ever. Seeing your cute face all scrunched up with frustration or irritation is almost as rewarding as when he gets to kiss you, or the feeling he gets during the heat of battle. Almost.

Despite relishing in your reactions, he takes great care to make sure that you don’t hate him. How is he supposed to tell you he loves you if you can’t stand to look at him?

While waiting for the perfect opportunity to say those three magical words, Childe finds himself daydreaming about you. His thoughts are usually quite sweet considering his usual cutthroat demeanor; he even goes as far as to imagine marrying you, and what your future children will look like. He’s a family man at heart, and is completely head over heels in love with you

If the opportunity to tell you he loves you doesn’t come up naturally, he will make it come up. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, when he’s about to burst at the seams he’s coming to collect you for his romantic confession. You’re at work? He’ll tell your boss an emergency came up before scooping you into his arms and taking off. No matter how much you protest, he will not put you down until he’s brought you to a nice, quiet place

Now that he’s actually about to tell you how he feels, Childe almost gets a bit shy about it as he quietly puts you down, scratching the back of his head as he thinks of how to word this feeling inside him. You can’t help but smirk a little at the rare sight of the speechless, nervous Harbinger in front of you

He eventually finds his bravado again and finally speaks with a soft expression, “Hey (Y/N), listen, I like spending my time with you. You’re smart, funny, resilient, and you’re even cute too, which is a plus.” Childe would dodge a swat from you before continuing, “What I’m trying to say is, I love you. I’d rather die than to love anyone else, you’re my one and only.”

When you say you love him too, he’s grinning ear to ear as he hoists you up again, ignoring your protests as he spins you around with a rare lighthearted laugh. He won’t be able to resist pulling you in for a kiss either, he’s just so ecstatic that you feel the same way he does

If you thought he was annoying before he confessed, he is a living terror after. Even worse, he uses your love as a shield from your anger if you ever complain about his antics. What do you mean he can’t grab your sides to make you jump? Didn’t you say you loved him?

Despite him constantly teasing you, there’s a warm look in his usually cold eyes that you aren’t used to. It’s a bit flattering to you to know that you were able to turn such a hardened, battle hungry man into the doting goofball he was now, even though he got on your nerves sometimes

Childe is never going to let you forget that he loves you, and constantly seeks to bait you into telling him you love him just as much. The man is pretty much on cloud nine around you. With his confession of the depth of his feelings out of the way, his new goal is to find a way to start a family with you, but he knows to bide his time on that topic…for now

[voelene]

What languages do the team know ?

I mean, they all speak trade, of course, but let's think about the other languages.

Harding : according to the wiki, Ferelden only uses trade now, the alamarri language abandoned for centuries. But she might speak some dwarven dialect, even as a surface dwarf. She also could have picked up some Elvish words, Avvar, or Orlesian from her travels with the inquisition.

Neve : Tevene is obvious. As she doesn't seem to operate outside Minrathous from what we know of her, I think that's it (I might wrong, haven't read the missing comic where she appears)

Taash : depending on wether she is Tal Vashoth or Vashoth (and what her caretakers taught her in this case), she might speak Qunlat or not. She speaks Rivaini, obviously.

Lucanis : Antivan is no brainer, but he very probably picked up Tevene, having spent some time there for his venatori contracts. He might have been taught other languages during his education (while not a spy, it could still be useful to listen on private conversations)

Bellara : as much Elvish as is possible to know for a modern day Dalish. Apart from that, her drive to learn could have led to other languages, but I can't think of a specific one.

Davrin : some Elvish too. We don't know where he hails from, but depending on his former clan preferred hunting grounds, he might know the related language (same with Bellara)

Emmerich : Nevarra doesn't have a related language in the wiki, but they probably have a distinct language to go with their very particular culture (and they probably have ten different terms to speak about a dead person depending on the freshness of the corpse and how it was entombed). But as a scholar, he very probably knows other languages, at least in their written forms.

I know it's not very important, but I want to know who will react when Lucanis calmly insult someone in Antivan, or who will be able to spy on evil magisters or qunari invaders. I want Taash to go on a tirade in Rivaini for five minutes and everyone being "can you start again in a language we actually understand?", while Emmerich just goes "I can translate if you wish".

[nani1803]

El clan O. BATLLE 2 con su giri. Que tal como lo sospechaba termino sin uñas

[theladyregret]

Drow Name Tables

Something I did as a special favor to @kimmurielsscryingmirror (@eldritchmist ) who showed interest. Because it’s...pretty big I decided to make it into it’s own post.

These are a few Drow naming tables that were originally found in an issue of Dragon Magazine. It’s two d100 tables of prefixes and suffixes commonly used in first names. The second couple of tables is a list of common house name prefixes and suffixes.

EDIT: Just a little something for those who care which I didn’t add before because it took me so long to finish the transcription I just wanted to post it lol. The gender difference is noted in the related Dragon Magazine article as being significant. Non Drow may not notice but a Drow will notice the difference. Female names sometimes borrow parts that are normally only considered male and this is considered fine...but a male with a name that borrows a typically only female part would be seen as extremely taboo.

Prefix (Female/Male) - Meaning

Akor/Alak                 beloved, best, first

Alaun/Alton             lightning, powerful

Aly/Kel                     legendary, singing, song

Ang/Adin                  beast, monstrous, savage

Ardul/Amal               blessed, divine, godly

Aun/Ant                   crypt, dead, deadly, death

Bae/Bar                      fate, fated, luck, lucky

Bal/Bel                       burned, burning, fire, flame

Belar/Bruh                 arrow, lance, piercing

Briz/Berg                    graceful, fluid, like water

Bur/Bhin                     craft, crafty, sly

Chal/Chasz                earth, stable

Char/Kron                  sick, venom, venomed

Chess/Cal                  noble, lady/lord

Dhaun                          infested, plague

Dil/Dur                         cold, ice, still

Dirz/Div                       dream, dreaming, fantasy

Dris/Riz                        ash, dawn, east, eastern

Eclav/Elk                      chaos, mad, madness

Elvan/Kalan                 elf, elven, far, lost

Elv/Elaug                     drow, mage, power

Erel/Rhyl                      eye, moon, spy

Ethe/Erth                    mithril, resolute

Faer/Selds                   oath, sworn, vow

Felyn/Fil                       pale, thin, weak, white

Filf/Phar                     dwarf, dwarven, treacherous

Gauss/Orgoll              dread, fear, feared, vile

G'eld                              friend, spider  

Ghuan                           accursed, curse, unlucky

Gin/Din                         berserk, berserker, orc, wild

Grey/Gul                       ghost, pale, unliving

Hael/Hatch                   marked, trail, way

Hal/Sol                           deft, nimble, spider-like  

Houn/Rik                       magic, ring, staff

Iiv/Dip                             liege, war, warrior

Iim                                   life, living, spirit, soul

Illiam/Im                         devoted, heart, love

In/Sorn                           enchanted, spell

Ilph                                  emerald, green, lush, tree

Irae/Ilzt                           arcane, mystic, wizard

Irr/Izz                               hidden, mask, masked

Iym/Ist                            endless, immortal  

Jan/Duag                       shield, warded

Jhael/Gel                       ambitious, clan, kin, family

Jhul/Jar                         charmed, rune, symbol

Jys/Driz                         hard, steel, unyielding

Lael/Llt                           iron, west, western

Lar/Les                          binding, bound, law, lawful

LiNeer/Mourn            legend, legendary, mythical  

Lird/Ryld                   brand, branded, owned, slave

Lua/Lyme                       bright, crystal, light

Mal/Malag                     mystery, secret

May/Mas                         beautiful, beauty, silver

Micar                                lost, poison, widow

Min/Ran                           lesser, minor, second

Mol/Go                            blue, storm, thunder, wind

Myr/Nym                       lost, skeleton, skull

Nath/Mer                        doom, doomed, fate

Ned/Nad               cunning, genius, mind, thought

Nhil/Nal                 fear, gorrible, horror, outraged

Neer                                  core, root, strong

Null/Nil                             sad, tear, weeping

Olor/Omar                       skin, tattoo, tattooed

Pellan/Relon                    north, platiunum, wind

Phaer/Vorn                      honor, honored

Phyr/Phyx                        bless, blessed, blessing

Qualn/Quil                        mighty, ocean, sea

Quar                                   aged, eternal, time

Quav/Quev                        charmed, docile, friend

Qil/Quil                               foe, goblin, slave

Rauv/Welv                         cave, rock, stone

Ril/Ryl                                 foretold, omen

Sbat/Szor                           amber, yellow

Sab/Tsab                            abyss, empty, void  

Shi'n/Kren                          fool, foolish, young

Shri/Ssz                             silk, silent  

Shur/Shar                          dagger, edge, stiletto

Shynt                                 invisible, skilled, unseen

Sin/Szin                              festival, joy, pleasure

Ssap/Tath                          blue, midnight, night

Susp/Spir                           learned, skilled, wise

Talab/Tluth                        burn, burning, fire

Tal/Tar                         love, pain, wound, wounded

Triel/Taz                           bat, winged

T'riss/Teb                           blade, sharp, sword  

Ulvir/Uhls                           gold, golden, treasure

Umrae/Hurz                       faith, faithful, true

Vas/Vesz                            blood, bloody, flesh

Vic                                       abyss, deep, profound

Vier/Val                               black, dark, darkness

Vlon/Wod                           bold, hero, heroic

Waer/Wehl             deep, hidden, south, southern  

Wuyon/Wruz                      humble, third, trivial

Xull/Url                                 blooded, crimson, ruby

Xun                                       demon, fiend, fiendish

Yas/Yaz                       riddle, spinning, thread, web

Zar/Zakn                             dusk, haunted, shadow

Zebey/Zek                        dragon, lithe, rage, wyrm

Zes/Zsz                              ancient, elder, respected

Zilv/Vuz                             forgotten, old, unknown

Suffixes (Female/Male) - Meaning

a/agh                  breaker, destruction, end, omega

ace/as                                savant, scholar, wizard

ae/aun                             dance, dancer, life, player

aer/d                                    blood, blood of, heir

afae/afein                         bane, executioner, slayer

afay/aufein                        eyes, eyes of, seer

ala/launim                          healer, cleric

anna/erin                            advisor, counselor to

arra/atar                             queen/prince

aste                                      bearer, keeper, slaver

avin/aonar                           guardian, guard, shield

ayne/al                       lunatic, maniac, manic, rage

baste/gloth                         path, walker

breena/antar                   matriach/patriarch, ruler

bryn/lyn                               agent, assassin, killer

cice/roos                             born of, child, young  

cyrl/axle                               ally, companion, friend

da/daer                                illusionist, trickster

dia/drin                                rogue, stealer

diira/diirn                             initiate, sister/brother

dra/zar                                  lover, match, mate  

driira/driirn                         mother/father, teacher  

dril/dorl                                 knight, sword, warrior

e                                           servant, slave, vessel

eari/erd                                 giver, god, patron

eyl                                       archer, arrow, flight, flyer

ffyn/fein                               minstrel, singer, song

fryn              champion, victor, weapon, weapon of

iara/ica                                 baron, duke, lady/lord  

ice/eth                                 obsession, taker, taken  

idil/imar           alpha, beginning, creator of, maker

iira/inid                                 harbinger, herald

inidia                                     secret, wall, warder

inil/in                                     lady/lord, rider, steed

intra                               envoy, messenger, prophet

isstra/atlab               acolyte, apprentice, student

ithra/irahc                         dragon, serpent, wyrm

jra/gos                                 beast, biter, stinger

jss                                          scout, stalker

kacha/kah                            beauty, hair, style

kiira/raen                              apostle, disciple

lay/dyn                               flight, flyer, wing, wings

lara/aghar                         cynic, death, end, victim

lin                                         arm, armor, commander

lochar                                   messenger, spider

mice/myr           bone, bones, necromancer, witch  

mur'ss                                   shadow, spy, witness

na/nar                                 adept, ghost, spirit

nilee/olil                             corpse, disease, ravager

niss/nozz                           chance, gambler, game

nitra/net                              kicker, returned, risen

nolu                                 art, artist, expert, treasure

olin                                   ascension, love, lover, lust

onia/onim                           rod, staff, token, wand

oyss/omph                       binder, judge, law, prison

qualyn                                 ally, caller, kin

quarra/net                           horde, host, legion

quiri/oj                                  aura, cloak, hide, skin

ra/or                                     fool, game, prey, quarry

rae/rar                                   secret, seeker, quest

raema/orvir                         crafter, fist, hand

raena/olvir                            center, haven, home

riia/rak                       enchanter, mage, spellcaster

ril                                 bandit, enemy, raider, outlaw

riina/ree                     enchanter, mage, spellcaster

ryna/oyn                         follower, hired, mercenary

ryne/ryn                      blooded, elder, experienced

shalee/ral                 abjurer, gaze, watch, watcher

ssysn/rysn          artifact, dweomer, sorcerer, spell

stin/trin         clan, house, merchant, of the house

stra/tran                             spider, spinner, weaver

tana/ton                           darkness, lurker, prowler

thara/tar                             glyph, marker, rune

thrae/olg                          charmer, leader, seducer

tree/tel                         exile, loner, outcast, pariah

tyrr                    dagger, poison, poisoner, scorpion

ual/dan                                speed, strider

ue/dor                                  arm, artisan, fingers

uit/dar                                  breath, voice, word

une/diin                         diviner, fate, future, oracle

uque                              cavern, digger, mole, tunnel  

urra/dax                       nomad, renegade, wanderer

va/ven                             comrade, honor, honored

vayas                         forge, forger, hammer, smith

vyll punishment, scourge, whip, zealot  

vyrae/vyr                     mistress/master, overseer

wae/hrae                           heir, inheritor, princess

wiira/hriir                           seneschal of, steward

wyss/hrys                          best, creator, starter

xae/zaer                             orb, rank, ruler, sceptor

xena/zen                         cutter, gem, jewel, jeweler

xyra/zyr                             sage, teller

yl                                          drow, woman/man

ylene/yln         handmaiden/squire, maiden/youth

ymma/inyon                      drider, feet, foot, runner

ynda/yrd        captain, custodian, marshal, ranger  

ynrae/yraen                       heretic, rebel, riot, void

vrae                                   architect, founder, mason  

yrr                                         protector, rival, wielder

zyne/zt                                finder, hunter

House Name Prefixes - Meaning

Alean                        the noble line of

Ale                             traders in

Arab                          daughters of

Arken                        mages of

Auvry                        blood of the  

Baen                          blessed by

Barri                           spawn of

Cladd                         warriors from

Desp                          victors of

De                               champions of

Do'                              walkers in

Eils                              lands of

Everh                         the caverns of

Fre                              friends of

Gode                          clan of  

Helvi                          those above

Hla                              seers of

Hun'                           the sisterhood of

Ken                            sworn to

Kil                               people of

Mae                           raiders from  

Mel                            mothers of

My                              honored of

Noqu                         sacred to

Orly                            guild of

Ouss                           heirs to

Rilyn                           house of  

Teken'                        delvers in  

Tor                               mistresses of

Zau                              children of

House Name Suffixes - Meaning

afin                              the web

ana                               the night

ani                                the widow

ar                                   poison

arn                                fire

ate                                the way

ath                                the dragons

duis                              the whip

ervs                              the depths

ep                                  the underdark

ett                                 magic

ghym                            the forgotten ways

iryn                               history

lyl                                  the blade

mtor                             the abyss

ndar                              black hearts

neld                              the arcane

rae                                 fell powers

rahel                             the gods

rret                                the void

sek                                 adamantite

th                                    challenges

tlar                                 mysteries

t'tar                                victory

tyl                                   the pits

und                                 the spider's kiss

urden                             the darkness

val                                   silken weaver

viir                                  dominance

zynge                             the ruins

[the-garbanzo-annex-jr]

by Seth J. Frantzman

On Friday, gunmen in Gaza shot at civilians who were trying to obtain aid at the Kuwaiti roundabout which is in the Zeitun area, south of Gaza City. This area is near the Netzerim corridor that is controlled by the IDF. The gunmen operate in the area that is outside of IDF control.

The IDF said that “about an hour before the entry of the aid convoy [on March 14], Palestinian gunmen were seen opening fire in the midst of a crowd of Gazan civilians. We emphasize that IDF forces did not open fire at the aid convoy in Kuwait Square. The IDF is continuing to examine the incident while making strenuous efforts to bring humanitarian aid to the residents of the Gaza Strip, while Hamas terrorists are harming the residents of Gaza and spreading lies with the purpose of blaming the State of Israel.”

It’s not clear if the gunmen who massacred the people near the Kuwait roundabout were Hamas members, but it stands to reason that they were. Hamas is the group that has access to weapons and it is in Hamas’s interest to massacre people.

The Hamas-run health authorities put out claims that Israel was responsible for the “massacre” as it did after  the stampede in late February.

Israel is now facilitating more aid into Gaza by sea via a new artificial pier. This, and another aid corridor for trucks, is supposed to bypass Hamas control. Hamas wants to stop this aid being delivered and also opposes airdrops. Hamas has likely encouraged its contacts in international organizations to issue statements against the airdrops.

A HAMAS CRACKDOWN is also targeting Gazan clans. Reports of an Israeli initiative to work with Gaza clans clearly concerns the terrorist group.

Hamas recently murdered several Gaza clan members to send a mafia-like message against these family-based groups. One victim was a leader of the Doghmush clan, powerful in eastern Gaza, in areas such as Tal al-Hawa and Sabra, according to a report on Ynet. Saleh Doghmush is a leader of the clan, but it was not immediately clear if he was the victim. Hamas has increased its rhetoric against the clans over the last week.

[exalted-dawn-drabbles]

For the DADWC, from the Lord Huron prompt list: "the ways of death can never be learned," perhaps for Talenna?

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO okay I sorta took this one in a different direction :3 this drabble stars @dreadfutures's lovely Ixchel, and sorta loosely takes place within her canon timeline for her fic the Brave Guide :> Wanted to write some Agent!Tal who is sorta new to the group and eager to prove her usefulness, but who hasn't yet adjusted to her new role in the field. So we got some good ol comfort and encouragement from the Inquisitor to help her along uwu for @dadrunkwriting

Rated T: Blood mentions and mentions of vomit (not super graphic but yeah XD) ~1k words

The Ways of Death Can Never Be Learned | By Exalted_Dawn

Talenna’s body shivered with it: a leeching ache that spidered across her stomach muscles and up into her ribs. Her head swam and her chest heaved with great, open-mouthed gasps. She needed air, but each inhale caused her throat to burn further with the acidic bite of bile that still clung to her mouth, making her feel sick all over again. She had already emptied her stomach once onto the forest floor, but her body seemed not to care about that. 

Creators, when would she get over this? It was beyond time-

“Talenna…?”

The crunch of twigs beneath feet heralded the Inquisitor’s arrival. Despite the weakness in her legs, Talenna forced herself upright from where she was bent against a tree and wiped any proof of her sickness into her scarf. “I’m here,” she called out shortly after, her voice rasping. 

Ixchel stepped out from behind a tall bramble, pushing branches and leaves aside so they wouldn’t catch on her cloak. Even with the hood drawn up to obscure her face, Talenna could make out the wrinkle of concern in the Inquisitor’s gold-lined brow. Talenna had taken too long, it would seem, and they had sent the Inquisitor to fetch her. 

Ixchel’s gaze flicked across her face. “The others have moved the bodies and finished clearing the road– we should be ready to leave soon.”

“Aye, alright. Serannas, all be along shortly,” Talenna managed.

Typically, she would have thought the response passible. It had been unremarkable and uninformative– the typical bland answer one might expect from an agent– and Talenna’s tone had been even. Or even enough. But unfortunately, her response could have been the perfect lie and it still wouldn’t have hidden the evidence of her delay that decorated the ground by her feet.

Talenna saw the flicker in Ixchel’s eyes as her attention was swept downward– brief, but just long enough to see the Inquisitor’s worry deepen as they snapped back up to her once more. “Are you alright? If you aren’t feeling well enough to travel…” 

Talenna shook her head. “Ir abelas, I am perfectly fine. And well enough to travel. You needn’t worry about me.” 

“Typically, people who are ‘fine’ don’t just get sick for no reason.” 

Ixchel wandered closer, but before she could close too much distance, Talenna moved to meet her. Not that she was particularly shamed by being caught like this, but there was no need for either of them to linger around for long. 

“I promise,” Talenna insisted. “It is nothing worth worrying about. I am just…” She hesitated a moment, meditating on her words. How to phrase this so that she would not immediately be removed from the Inquisitor’s company? “Untried. In battle, I mean. My clan was rather isolated– most of my experience with taking lives comes from hunting animals. Not…”

Not people. 

They may have only been bandits, but still. When an animal was killed, there was a purpose to it. Their meat could be used for food, their pelts for warmth, and their bones for weapons and cutlery. But there was rarely a benefit to taking a human life where incapacitating them could not accomplish the same result. It was wasteful, and the blood did not sit well with her. It was as though she could feel it dripping down the back of her throat.

Her lips thinned. “I will learn to get over it,” Talenna reassured, ducking her head in avoidance masked as obedience. 

Ixchel was silent for a moment. It was a heavy silence, the kind indicative of thoughtfulness, but to Talenna it was a weight about her bowed neck. A couple seconds felt a lifetime, and her response seemed to sit between them, simply hanging dead in the air. 

Talenna itched to fill the empty quiet, with further explanation or promises perhaps, but as soon as words came to her lips, Ixchel spoke up.

“I have been in many battles, and while it might get easier, I don’t think it’s exactly something that you can learn to get over.” 

A hand touched her arm, urging Talenna to lift her head. Ixchel was holding out a waterskin, a small smile pulling at her lip. “And I don’t think it’s particularly a bad thing for the death of a person to have this kind of effect on people. Just be sure to take care of yourself as well.”

Talenna hesitated for only a moment before taking the offered waterskin. It wasn’t as though she disagreed, but she was more surprised that the illustrious Brave Guide– leader of wars, slayer of dragons, and hero of southern Thedas– felt the same. 

“Serannas,” she said at last. “I believe much the same. I only meant that I will not let it impede our travels.” To prove her point, she uncorked the skin and took a sip. The water tasted sweet, and did help in soothing the burn in her throat. Taking a few solid swallows, she capped the water and handed it back to Ixchel. 

She nodded in approval. “Of course. And if you ever need more time, please do not hesitate to say so. We’ve been making good progress, and we still have a while until we reach Serault. I am sure taking a few minutes here or there will not be a problem.” 

Talenna huffed a laugh. Honestly, she must have been in a sorry state indeed to allow herself to be comforted by someone Being comforted by someone at least five years her junior, and the Inquisitor at that. She was better than that.

“That is kind of you,” she said, a true smile pulling at her lips. “If I ever feel I need it, I will be sure to say. But hopefully we are through with running into bandits,” she chuckled. “I am sure that would be preferred by the entire traveling party.” 

And just like that, the Inquisitor brightened, her concerns swept away like clouds against the wind. “That certainly would be easier,” she agreed, hooking her waterskin back onto her belt. “Though knowing my luck-” The Inquisitor grinned guiltily. 

Talenna could not help but laugh. “Aye– we could fill a whole book with your misfortunes.”

“I am pretty sure Varric is already halfway there.” 

Together, they turned and began to make their way back to the cart. 

“More like three-fifths,” Talenna snorted. “He lets me skim his drafts.” 

[maeda-ai]

Vendetta

Anime: Bleach

Rating: M

Pareja: Ichigo & Rukia

Sinopsis: Ichigo saboreó el momento, como un depredador acosando a su presa; aquí empezaba su venganza contra aquella familia… y Rukia sería el medio para llevarla a cabo.

Advertencia: Lemon (NFSW)

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Por: Maeda Ai

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Este fic contiene "relaciones NO APROPIADAS". Ésta es solo una historia ficticia, con personajes ficticios, que no debe pasar más allá de la lectura.

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Admiraba los escaparates con expresión casi soñadora; como un niño en una tienda de juguetes. Y era comprensible, después de todo, los miembros de la familia Kuchiki eran educados de forma diferente. Por ello, a sus diecinueve años, Rukia se sorprendía con sencillos detalles.

* Mira, Renji, es Chappy !. . . kawaii !!. . . *

El pelirrojo torció la boca mientras reprimía el impulso de estamparse la mano en el rostro en señal de fastidio. Rukia es su mejor amiga y la quiere mucho. . .

""Pero a veces puede ser tan infantil.""

Pensaba él, ya resignado a recorrer todo el centro comercial y ser objeto de miradas de burla y cuchicheos. Él era el guardaespaldas de la pelinegra, pero en ese instante se sentía más bien como su niñera.

* Vamos, Renji, ¡ apúrate !. *

Le gritaba la ojivioleta, desde la entrada de la tienda "Chappy Land", mientras, con un marcado tic en el ojo izquierdo, Abarai no podía creer su mala suerte.

* ¿Estás loca?, no voy a entrar allí. *

* Oh, vamos. . . * _Rukia hizo un puchero al tiempo en que iba donde su amigo y comenzaba a empujarlo hacia la tienda, en contra de la voluntad del pelirrojo, cabe decir._ * No seas amargado !. *

* ¿Amargado?. Eso lo dices porque tú eres muy infantil. *

* Sí, sí, entra. . . vamos ya. *

Rukia ignoraba las quejas de su compañero, aunque en venganza por criticarla, le pateó en la espalda, logrando hacerlo entrar de una vez por todas en la dichosa tienda.

Y ella entró feliz de la vida a lo que ella consideraba el mejor ejemplo de "paraíso terrenal": Chappy Land.

Sin preocupaciones ni restricciones, sonriente y feliz. . . sin percatarse de que alguien llevaba buen rato mirándola fijamente.

No la había perdido de vista desde que, hace un par de horas en el restaurante, escuchaba como el pelirrojo mencionaba a un tal 'Kuchiki sama'. Fue causalidad, quizás, pero él prefería decir que "estaba en el lugar y momento indicados".

Era la primera vez que tenía contacto con alguien del clan Kuchiki y no la iba a desaprovechar.

* ¿Nos vamos ya, Ichigo ?. *

La voz de su compañero lo hizo desviar la vista de su objetivo, aunque solo por un instante.

* Paciencia, Grimmjow. Esto valdrá la pena. . . te lo aseguro. *

Tras decir aquello, el pelinaranja se concentró nuevamente en la chica de negros cabellos. La sonrisa malvada que mostrase al dirigirse a su amigo, se borró suavemente hasta volverse la mueca de fastidio que él tenía casi todo el tiempo, aunque fuese solo una máscara que cubría todo el odio y rencor que sentía por la familia de la que esa chiquilla formaba parte.

Sin finalizar.

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Por ahora sin lemon, pero no falta mucho.

Quería un fic en el que las cosas entre el ichiruki comenzaran mal. . . muy mal 0w0 .

Bueno, las cosas se complicarán bastante a partir del siguiente capítulo.

—I LOVE ICHIRUKI—

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Este fanfiction fue escrito por MAEDA Ai  y es material de "Paradise".

Totalizado el 27 de Diciembre de 2022.

La dama del Hentai: Maeda Ai.

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[indignantlemur]

The Directory!

Emigre: link

Pairing(s): Original Andorian Character/Original Human Character (Dagmar/Shral), Andorian/Andorian, Andorian/Human/Andorian/Andorian

Rating: Explicit (as of chapter 44)

Status: In-Progress, available via AO3

A tear in the fabric of space and time has consequences that echo across ages; an unexpected arrival from the twenty-first century challenges a nation's perceptions and sets a most unlikely precedent. An exploration of Andorian culture from a Human's POV.

The Stars Keep Watch: link

Pairing(s): Va'Al Trask/Original Human Character (Va'Al/Mira)

Rating: Explicit

Status: In-Progress, available via AO3

Mira Vos signed up for Starfleet only to find herself posted to hell. Undersupplied and overstressed, the fighting on J'Gal threatens to wear her down. The arrival of a special forces unit led by a handsome Andorian promises a break in the routine... A classic wartime romance - but In Space.

🎄🎁❄️Deck the Halls (and Not the Vulcans): link

Pairings: Dagmar/Shral (background)

Rating: Teen

Status: Complete, available on AO3

It's winter time in San Francisco, and the Andorian embassy has just been challenged to participate in a friendly competition between the Federation's founding species' embassies. The objective? To see who can best decorate a Terran Christmas tree. The prize? Nothing less than deeply coveted bragging rights for the coming year.

Dagmar Gunnarssen has never been so ready for anything in her entire life.

Hoarfrost: 🚧🛠️

Pairing(s): Dagmar Gunnarssen & Ambassador Thoris th'Kor, Background relationships from Emigre

Rating: Teen

Status: In-Progress, not yet available via AO3. (Pssst! Sneak peak available: link)

An unusually powerful ion storm forces Ambassador Thoris and his retinue to abandon ship over a largely uninhabited planet. Some of the last to make it to the escape pods, Thoris and Dagmar wind up separated from the others. Together, they must navigate a frozen, eerily barren landscape - and survive.

Emigre Art:

Shral: finished

Thelen: finished with detail shots

Miraal: in-progress, in-progress update

Ambassador Thoris: finished (tentative)

Vrath: finished

'An Eventful Meeting' : finished

IndignantLemur's Very Serious & Accurate Antennae Expression Guide: here!

Dagmar's courting ring: here

Kelenthor the Clanless: here

Fancy Drinks and Fancy Duds: in-progress

Andorian Chitin Map Reference: Thelen, Thoris, Shral: here

IndignantLemur's Very Serious & Accurate Quad Marriage Diagram: here

Dagmar sketches: here

Thoris sketches: here

Hallway Conversations: in-progress

Andorian Mermaids/Swimming with Dagmar: finished

Winter Holiday Series: Dagmar/Shral: finished

Cozy Scenes: Dagmar & Thelen: here

CANON Fan Art: Shran: here

Commissions/Gifts:

Serrin of Romulus: finished (@bigblissandlove1 commission)

S'Talon of Romulus: finished (@bigblissandlove1 commission)

Gift commission: finished (@the-lady-general commission)

Emperor Georgiou: finished (@the-lady-general commission)

Lt Hemmer: finished (@nichestartrekkie0-0 gift)

Cmdr Ophelia Zubira: finished (@unknownfacelessfanfictions)

Andorian Headcanons:

Andorians and Food

Andorians and the Sea

Andorian Governing Bodies & The Role of Nepotism

Andorian Marriage Dynamics & Divorce

Andorian Proposals

Andorian Religion & Spirituality (And horror stories)

The Andorian Imperial Clan

Andorian Hair

Andorian Holidays

Andorian Courtship Ring Metallurgy

Andorian Medical Professionals

Andorian Awards and Commendations

Andorians and Figure Skating

Andorians and Dancing

Andorians and Currency

The Andorian Facepalm?

Andorian-Vulcan relations pre-ST:ENT

Andorian Language and Conlang

Andorian Weddings and Funerals

Andorian Attitudes on Interspecies Relationships

Andorian-Human Hybridization

The Am Tal and The Andorian Incident

Andorian Clan Identification and Chitin Patterns

Andorian Names

Andorians and Adoption

Clanless Andorians

Andorians and Rites of Passage into Adulthood

The Code of the Ushaan and the Holmgang

Andorian Fairy Tales

Kelenthor the Clanless and Watercolours

Human-Andorian First Contact headcanons

Andorian Fashion and Fabrics

Are Andorians Extroverts or Introverts?

Andorian Family Dynamics

Andorian Cosmetics and Perfumes

Andorian Arts: Theatre/Opera/Poetry/Etc

Andorian Quad Marriages vs Bonds

Temperatures on Andoria

Andorian Humour and Philosophy

The Spirits of Andoria

Andorian Blood Chemistry RE: Toxins and Cyanide

Andorian Homes and Decor

Star Trek Species in the Star Wars Universe

Andorian Mate Selection (Pheromones, Personality Traits, & More)

Andorians on Punks and Goths

Andorians on Diss Tracks

Andorians and Crime & Punishment

Emigre General Discussions:

Healing and Grief in Emigre

The Bulreeng Taal Beatdown

Author's Commentary: Chapter 41 - Grace and Poise

Author's Commentary: Chapter 37 - Connection

What Do The Andorians (and Dagmar) of Emigre Smell Like?

Author's Commentary: Chapter 43: The Star Thief

What Language Is Dagmar Speaking?

Author's Commentary: Chapter 46 - Face the Facts

General Writing Asks:

Advice For New Writers

Director's Cut - ask for a writer's commentary on a chapter, section, line, or scene in their work, or send a ⭐for free-range rambles!

Fic Ask! - Pick a fic and I'll tell you a fact about it - or ask a question and I'll answer!

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Writer Ask Game - send an emoji, get an answer!

Emigre Playlists:

Dagmar - I Don't Belong In This Club

Dagmar - All I Can Do Is Try

Dagmar/Shral - I Will Melt With You

Dagmar/Thelen - Shut Up & Dance

Anlenthoris th'Kor - The Old Warhawk

Emigre Atmospheric Mixes:

Dagmar At The Office

Hovercar Ride With Shral

Hoarfrost Atmospheric Mixes:

Walking Through A Blizzard

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[or1anasblog]

Cuna de Lobos

Los grilletes mordían la piel de tus muñecas y tobillos,el que tenias en tu cuello estaba demasiado apretado para tu gusto dejando una molesta presión sobre tu tráquea cada vez que los nervios te hacían tragar saliva. Fuiste vendido como esclavo a un viejo mercader que se beneficiaba con la compra y venta de huérfanos para los clanes poderosos que solicitaran mano de obra o servicios de servidumbre. Tus padres habían sido asesinados luego de haber sido interceptados por hombres vestidos de negro durante una caminata los cuales habían estado siguiendo sus pasos, tal parece, razonaste ahora, que se trataban de ninjas extremistas obsesionados con purgar cualquier influencia de todo lo que provenga de occidente siendo tu la única sobreviviente al haber huido cuando tu madre te lo dijo.

Presa del miedo, vagaste por unos días hasta llegar a un pequeño pueblo débil y cansada. Los lugareños apenas se percataban de tu existencia y sobrevivías gracias a las sobras que te daban, el recelo hacia ti por tu apariencia era notorio pero no te importaba en tu estado famélico. Luego te atrapó este mercader y ,aprovechando tu apariencia a tu favor, mentiste sobre tu edad para evitar ser vendida a los distritos de placer de los clanes que recurrían a tu dueño por carne fresca. Ahora te encontrabas caminando rumbo a no sabias dónde, lo único que sabias era que el lugar estaba extremadamente alejado del asentamiento mas cercano y que el clima iba empeorando, las ráfagas heladas entumecían tus extremidades haciendo difícil seguir un paso constante. Sin embargo, el miedo a recibir una paliza te hacia concéntrate para no atrasar la fila india que compartiste con los otros niños ,ya habías tenido una cuando quisiste ayudar a otro niño que se había atrasado y el recuerdo del ardor de los latigazos aun persistía en tu espalda y piernas. Al cabo de unas horas, cuando el sol ya estaba escondiéndose y la escarcha comenzaba a caer, vislumbraste luces tenues en la punta de la montaña y si bien el frio ya había entumecido tus manos y pies hiciste lo mejor para llegar rápido.

Al llegar a la entrada te diste cuenta rápidamente que esto era una base o mas específicamente, un clan. Los guardias se alzaban desde cada esquina de la enorme fortaleza helada, la construcción hecha de piedra de granito y grava le daba una apariencia milenaria dando un indicio de la antigüedad de este clan, sospechaste que la sensación de ser observada desde que comenzaste a subir el empinado camino con tu grupo se debía a la presencia de mas guardias escondidos entre el paisaje blanco. El frio se estaba volviendo insoportable y tus harapos no servían en absoluto para guardar algo de tu calor corporal pero, al parecer, tu llegada fue esperada ya que, rápidamente, luego de un breve intercambio de palabras entre tu captor y los guardias, las puertas se abrieron.

No esperabas ser recibido por la vista de un pueblo hecho de hielo, el paisaje helado se complementaba con la arquitectura china tradicional de una forma exquisita, las estatuas mitológicas y la magnificencia de los edificios hablaban del gran estatus y poder que ostentaba este clan. Fuiste separados por géneros y llevada a un pequeño edificio escondido de aspecto modesto, una mujer de mediana edad con un aspecto tosco se encontraba en el centro. Rápidamente fuiste obligada a ponerte en fila con las demás chicas y bajo la pesada mirada de la señora comenzó a revisar y analizar el cuerpo de cada una, al llegar a ti resopló y preguntó “Qué hace una occidental por aquí? No creo que seas muy útil” su mirada de desdén habló por sí sola, “Puede ser que no sea la gran cosa pero estoy seguro que haría un buen trabajo sirviendo en las tareas de limpieza, es muy buen,a lavando y cosiendo” argumentó el mercader “ Y por su apariencia no se preocupe, ningún guerrero de este honorable clan miraría a una occidental, no mancharían su sangre así” agregó. Sentiste una punzada en el pecho ante sus palabras, el enojo y la humillación que surgían dentro de ti por como se expresaban te hizo clavar los ojos en el suelo. Zi Yuan, como supiste que se llamaba la mujer, asintió “Cómo se llama?”, “Bueno-“, “Me llamo-“ una fuerte bofetada impactó contra tu mejilla, sentiste un el gusto a cobre llenar tu lengua y aguantaste las lagrimas que asomaron tus ojos, “No vuelvas a hablar sin permiso. Está claro?” susurró la mujer con veneno, asentiste lentamente y volviste a bajar la mirada. Mientras oías a esas dos personas sellar tu futuro miraste por la ventana a la nieve caer en la oscuridad de la noche, una profunda angustia se instaló en lo profundo de tu estómago al caer en la cuenta de que esta seria tu vida a partir de ahora.

Fue difícil acostumbrarte a esta nueva vida, ninguna de las otras chicas encontraba agradable tú compañía y las pocas que se molestaban en hablarte era solo para insultarte. Sin embargo, con el paso de los meses, aprendiste tu lugar y aceptaste que la única persona que cuidaría de ti eras tu misma.

Hoy era un día especial para el clan Lin Kuei ,como supiste que se llamaba, se daría inicio al ritual de iniciación de los nuevos guerreros del clan mediante una ceremonia exclusiva a la que solo asistirían los miembros de los diferentes clanes aliados. La ceremonia consistía en una muestra de las capacidades de cada guerrero y a qué puesto aspirarían, contando también con un momento de combate entre cada niño para hacerlos adentrarse de a poco en el estudio del enemigo. No tenias muchas ganas de ir pero habías oído que un niño extranjero se postularía y la curiosidad sobre cómo era y cómo había logrado llegar tan lejos te llevaron a la situación en la que te encontrabas ahora. Te habías escabullido de los precarios cuartos donde vivían las sirvientas, te colocaste una manta para cubrirte del frio que mordía tu piel y saliste lo más silenciosamente posible. Al llegar al centro del pueblo te diste cuenta de que no había forma de usar la entrada al dojo principal sin que fueras descubierta y el miedo a las represalias si eso sucediera te provocaba un sudor frio. Así que decidiste escabullirte entre las sombras e ir por el costado del edificio, la luz de las farolas no era lo suficientemente fuerte como para llegar hasta allí así que aprovechaste esto a tu favor y buscaste la forma de subir al techo. Había un árbol en la esquina trasera del edificio cuya rama daba al techo, sin dudarlo mucho pero con extremado cuidado subiste por el viejo árbol.

Una vez allí, te acomodaste en una parte que daba hacia un oscuro pasillo que te ayudaría a pasar desapercibida. Afortunadamente, el edificio contaba con un pozo de cielo que daba al centro del dojo y te daba una vista esplendida del lugar y de quienes estaban allí. Como anfitrión del evento, el Gran Maestro tenía una vista privilegiada al estar sentado en el shinza sobre una delicada almohada, vestía un Hanfu azul con un cinturón negro decorado con jade. Sin embargo, no pudiste evitar desviar tu mirada a las damas presentes allí, cada una lucia más bella que la otra ataviadas en kimonos de seda de diferentes colores, con sus cabellos negro azabache pulcramente recogidos en delicados peinados decorados con horquillas que agraciaban aún más su presencia y le daban un aspecto grácil y delicado, sin obviar sus delicadas figuras acompañadas de delicados rostros pintados de blanco con labios rojos. Un suspiro entrecortado salió de ti, desearías poder ser como ellas, haber tenido un destino diferente, ser aceptada y elogiada por tu aspecto sin tener que cargar con la culpa de portar rasgos que solo te excluían. Con un movimiento de cabeza, sacudiste esos pensamientos angustiantes y dirigiste tu mirada al Gran Maestro, te diste cuenta que había dos espacios vacíos a su lado y te preguntaste para quién serian.

Al cabo de un tiempo, una vez comenzada la ceremonia, se dio inicio a los combates y le tocó el turno al muchacho que habías oído. Descubriste que su nombre era Tomas y que aspiraba al título de Smoke. Y, a decir verdad, tenía sentido, a pesar de no tener sangre Lin Kuei parecía un digno representante del clan, sus movimientos eran tan rápidos y agiles que hacían que sus oponentes apenas pudieran seguirle el ritmo y, a juzgar por la orgullosa sonrisa del Gran Maestro, dirías que sería hijo suyo. Estabas tan metida en seguir la pelea que no te diste cuenta de que te movías para ver sus movimientos hasta que tu manta, que se había arrugado en tus piernas, te hizo perder el equilibrio y resbalar por el borde del techo. Te agarraste lo mejor que pudiste, pero la escarcha y los dedos entumecidos hizo imposible asegurar un mejor agarre y caíste directo al suelo. El aire fue expulsado de tus pulmones y tu cuerpo se puso rígido por el dolor, sin embargo, no tuviste mucho tiempo para recuperarte al escuchar un par de voces que se acercaban desde la oscuridad del camino. Rápidamente te levantaste, o arrastraste podría describirlo mejor, y te escondiste detrás de una de las estatuas de piedra con forma de león que adornaban el borde del camino.

 Las voces, que reconociste que pertenecían aunos muchachos, se fueron acercando poco a poco e hiciste lo mejor que pudiste para pasar desapercibido, si te descubrían que anduviste fisgoneando en un evento tan importante sin dudas recibirías la paliza de tu vida y ya sabias por experiencia de otras sirvientas que a Zi Yuen no le temblaba la mano para dar castigos brutales. Sin embargo, la suerte nunca pareció favorecerte, en tu intento de rodear la estatua para evitar ser vista pisaste una rama congelada que fue oida por los agudos oídos de los ninjas.

Un suspiro fastidiado salió de los labios de Bi Han, odiaba estas absurdas ceremonias entre clanes, tener que ir allí y luchar con débiles que no sabían siquiera seguir el ritmo de un combate normal mientras debías aparentar frente a todos los presentes para no faltar el respeto, agrio aun mas su estado de ánimo. Eso sumado a la insistencia y entusiasmo de Kuai Liang por ir a ver a Tomas presentarse como aspirante del titulo de Smoke.

“Deberíamos acelerar el paso, Tomas ya debe estar compitiendo” volvió a decir Kuai con impaciencia obteniendo como respuesta un simple “Hmm”. Sin dudas, el animo de su hermano lo estaba poniendo de los nervios pero no pudo evitar justificarlo, esta mañana había discutido con su padre por querer reusarse a presentarse en la ceremonia, lo que resultó en una acalorada discusión que terminó con un ultimátum de su padre diciéndole que seria relevado de los primeros cargos que se le asignaron en el clan como futuro Gran Maestro si no podía respetar sus propias costumbres lo que lo llevo a él mismo a interferir para que Bi Han no hiciera algo de lo que luego se arrepentiría. Admiraba mucho a su hermano, ambos cargaban con responsabilidades por ser los futuros herederos, pero sin dudas su hermano llevaba muchas mas obligaciones y compromisos al ser el primogénito y temía que esa presión terminara afectándolo.

 Acelerando, tomaron el camino más cercano y discreto al dojo. Ninguno estaba de ánimos para comenzar con los saludos diplomáticos si se cruzaban con integrantes de los otros clanes, no vaya a ser que la conducta de Bi Han desencadene una guerra al ofender a otro Gran Maestro. Mientras avanzaban se podía oír cada vez más cercano el murmullo de voces, vitoreo y golpes pero casi al llegar a la entrada se detuvieron abruptamente. Para alguien no diciplinado en el arte del sigilo habría ignorado el simple ruido de una ramita romperse, sin embargo, para personas como Bi han y Kuai Liang que fueron entrenados desde pequeños, era imposible no reconocerlo. Con cautela, se dirigieron una mirada y buscaron en las sombras. “Quién está ahí?” exclamo el futuro piromante. “Muéstrate” exigió Bi Han con voz imponente parándose frente a su hermano, completamente erguido, de frente a la fuente de donde provino el sonido. A simple vista parecía que no había nadie pero Bi Han era más listo, agudizó sus sentidos y con un rápido movimiento lanzó una daga congelada hacía donde había detectado que estaba el intruso.

Un grito ahogado salió de tus labios cuando sentiste al hielo cortar la carne de tu brazo. Por reflejo, tomaste tu brazo con la otra mano para evitar el sangrado, era un corte profundo y el dolor te hizo olvidar de la presencia de los dos hermanos.  Volviste a la realidad cuando una mano se agarró fuertemente alrededor de tu brazo  sano, te jaló hasta el centro del camino y con un empujón demasiado rudo para tu gusto, te hizo caer de bruces al suelo de piedra. Sentiste tus rodillas arder cuando los bordes de los adoquines rasparon tu piel, el miedo a lo que esta situación causaría te dejó momentáneamente inmóvil mientras mirabas a los ojos a tu agresor. “Quién demonios eres? ¿Y qué hacías escondida ahí, acaso estabas espiándonos? ¿Quién te envió? ¡Reapondé!” exclamó el nuevo Sub Zero mientras te sacudía como un muñeco de trapo. Tu voz salió más chillona que de costumbre, en un intento de patético de explicarte “Yo-Lo siento. Nadie me envió s-solamente quería ver los combates-“   juraste alzando las manos en un intento de hacerle ver que no tenias intenciones de pelear. “No mientas, por qué otra razón andaría una sirvienta por estos lados!” bramó apretando su agarre en tus brazos, haciéndote chillar cuando sus dedos se clavaron en tu herida aun sangrante. “Oye, hermano. Espera, la estas lastimando” dijo Kuai con urgencia, no entendía por qué su hermano se puso tan colérico contigo si a simple vista podía ver que no eras una amenaza, solamente una de las tantas doncellas que servían en el Lin Kuei. Rápidamente se movió para agarrar el antebrazo de su hermano en un gesto de hacer que te suelte “Déjala, no ves que la estas asustando? Mira, ya la has lastimado” habló con calma, aunque también se podía escuchar preocupación en su tono. Observó como la sangre se filtro en tu gastada camiseta gris, dándole un color casi negro a la tela y tu expresión de pánico y dolor solo hizo que su urgencia por hacer que su hermano te soltará aumentó. Apretando el agarre en el antebrazo de su hermano logró hacer que Bi Han te soltará, no sin antes ganarse una mirada de odio hacia él. “No podemos permitir estos actos de espionaje, sean o no pertenecientes a nuestro clan. Es una criada, más aún, una extrajera! Podría vendernos en cualquier momento, no entiendo como dejaron que siquiera sea parte de nosotros en vez de degollarla apenas cruzó nuestras puertas”  escupió Bi Han. Kuai Liang frunció el ceño, no entendía el desprecio de su hermano por los que no eran de como ellos, es verdad que la sangre era importante pero lo era aun mas los lazos de hermandad y camaradería que uno podía crear con otros más allá de su procedencia, eso fue algo que le enseñó su padre desde muy joven y que se reafirmó con la llegada de Tomas. Aunque él no tuviera sangre Lin Kuei en su cuerpo sin dudas demostró ser apto para competir por un título tan codiciado como lo era el de Smoke.  “No digas esas cosas, hermano. Tomas no compartirá nuestra sangre pero ha demostrado ser un guerrero digno y se ha ganado su lugar como nuestro hermano” exclamó con enojo “Además, no puedes juzgarla si es apta o no para el clan. Recuerda que aún no eres Gran Maestro y ella todavía no ha hecho su entrenamiento de guerrero” recordó Kuai. “No me hables de esa manera mucho menos frente a la criada, recuerda que soy tu hermano mayor y futuro Gran Maestro. Me debes respeto” escupió Bi Han con un tono amenazante mientras lo señalaba con un dedo. “Si tanto te preocupas por ella, hazte cargo tú y sácala de mi vista” dijo mientras pasaba por su lado chocando su hombro duramente, no sin antes patear un poco de tierra en tu dirección. “Le diré a nuestro padre que te retrasaras” murmuró con desdén. Kuai Liang miró irse a su hermano sacudiendo levemente la cabeza en resignación, definitivamente tendría que hablar con él después de esto.

Contemplaste toda la discusión desde el suelo, con una mano en tu brazo herido y los ojos llenos de lágrimas. Sus palabras fueron hirientes, cargadas con un veneno y desprecio total hacía ti que te hizo encogerte en tu lugar y tratar de desaparecer. Al menos agradecías a tu salvador que fue tan amable de apiadarse de ti y evitar que el criomante te rompiera el cuello. Perdida en tus pensamientos no reconociste la mano que Kuai había extendido hacía ti hasta que sentiste su otra mano tocar tu hombro. “Estas bien? Puedes pararte, verdad?” preguntó con un tono que no pudiste ubicar mientras miraba la herida que ocultabas con tu mano.  El calor llenó tus mejillas cuando sentiste la calidez inusual que irradiaba su toque en tu hombro, sumado a la cálida expresión en su mirada. “S-Sí, si puedo” murmuraste mientras tomabas su mano. “Está sangrando mucho, déjame ver” tomó tu brazo suavemente y levantó la gastada tela de tu remera “No es profunda, aunque la presión que ejerció Bi Han hizo que sangrara más de lo debido. Seguramente quedará cicatriz, lo siento” se disculpó mientras tomaba su cinturón de jade “Espera, ¿qué vas a hacer con eso? ¡Lo necesitas!” exclamaste. “Tranquila, tengo otros. Además, tu brazo es más importante que esto” tranquilizó con una suave sonrisa. Lo miraste asombrada mientras atendía tu brazo, estremeciéndote un poco mientras fijaba el cinturón alrededor de tu herida como una venda. Sus manos eran tan suaves, gentiles y cálidas  todo lo contrario a las de su hermano Bi Han, como descubriste que se llamaba, heladas, ásperas y antipáticas. “Ya está, cuando llegues a tu dormitorio deberías lavar la herida para evitar que se infecte” indicó Kuai Liang. Sin embargo, no pudo evitar sonrojarse cuando al levantar la mirada se encontró contigo mirándolo atentamente y sin poder evitar hacer lo mismo. Observó el color de tus ojos y lo grandes que eran, la fina humedad que aun persistía en ellos; la forma de tus cejas, el suave tono rosa que bordeaba tu nariz por el frio, la sutil curvatura de tu arco de cupido, todo lo que encontraban sus ojos era admirado detenidamente. Tu no estabas mucho mejor, la suave caricia de su cuidado y el cálido calor que emanaba de su cuerpo te dejó en un estado de ensoñación mientras estudiabas sus marcados rasgos varoniles que, a pesar de todavía poseer facciones infantiles, comenzaban a dar forma al hombre que sería en el futuro siendo su mirada la causante de provocarte un cosquilleo nervioso en el cuerpo. Sin embargo, ambos fueron sacados de su admiración por el otro cuando una fuerte ventisca sacudió tu cuerpo con un escalofrío.

Con una risa nerviosa, Kuai se alejó de ti haciéndote extrañar inmediatamente su extraña calidez cuando la dura presencia del frio se instaló en tu cuerpo. Entendiendo tu reacción, con rapidez se agachó para recuperar tu manta del suelo, que habías olvidado en tu altercado con Sub Zero, y la colocó suavemente en tus hombros. “Ven, déjame acompañarte hasta tu casa” “No creo que haga falta, ya has hecho demasiado por mí” respondiste, rezando para que no insistiera. “No te preocupes, fue mi obligación ayudarte en disculpa por la actitud de mi hermano. No debería haberte tratado así. Y no aceptaré un no por respuesta” exclamó sin sacarte los ojos de encima. “Bien” de mala gana aceptaste, los nervios enrollándose en la boca de tu estómago. Si madame Zi Yuen se enteraba que te escabulliste por la noche, te lastimaste y lo que era mucho peor, volvías al recinto en compañía de nada mas ni nada menos que el hijo del Gran Maestro, sin dudas lo ibas a pagar caro. El miedo debió ser obvio en tu rostro ya que Kuai Liang colocó una mano suavemente sobre tu hombro “Sucede algo? Te duele?” inquirió con preocupación. “Qué? Oh,no. De hecho no siento nada” trataste de ocultar tu preocupación con una sonrisa que salió a medias y con un gesto vacilante aceptó tu respuesta.

El viaje hasta los dormitorios de las doncellas fue tranquilo, hablaron de todo un poco pero más en especial sobre su entrenamiento para lograr el título de Scorpion y sobre lo cerca que estaba de lograrlo, de ahí dedujiste el por qué de su anormal temperatura cálida. También charlaron sobre lo cerca que estabas de comenzar tu propio entrenamiento, ya que a pesar de ser parte de la servidumbre todos los integrantes del clan debían pasar por un riguroso entrenamiento para poder servir al clan en caso de invasión o ataque. En tu caso, el entrenamiento comenzaba una vez cumplido los quince años y teniendo catorce, te faltaba menos de un año para comenzar, intentaste mentir sobre tu edad de nuevo pero Madame Zi Yuen no era tonta tal vez pudiste burlar al comerciante pero con ella era algo imposible y con la llegada de tu periodo quedaste sin escapatoria, teniendo que confesarle tu verdadera edad. A decir verdad, no te tenías tantas esperanzas. Habías visto a las demás doncellas que había pasado por ello y no creías ser lo suficientemente fuerte, más aun, sabiendo que el entrenamiento se realizaba de a uno o dos pupilos en un entorno muy lejano al Lin Kuei donde el maestro vería según tus aptitudes y habilidades a qué título serías más apto.

“Apuesto a que serás un gran guerrero” aseguró Kuai Liang con determinación, como si hubiera oído tus pensamientos. “En verdad lo crees?” preguntaste con genuina curiosidad y un destelló de esperanza “generalmente me dicen que no lograré superar el primer año. Ya sabes, por la sangre…” murmuraste, frunciendo el ceño con tristeza. “En verdad lo creo. No hagas caso a los que dicen que la sangre es importante sino mira a Tomas. Además, si hay algo de lo que me enorgullezco es mi habilidad para reconocer buenos aliados. Hasta el propio Gran Maestro me lo ha dicho, no su copia” aseguró el futuro criomante inflando el pecho con orgullo. Una pequeña sonrisa salió de ti haciendo que él también comenzara a reír, el calor cubriendo sus mejillas. Continuaron charlando y riendo durante todo el camino, tu hogar no estaba muy retirado del centro del pueblo, más sí ubicado en una zona bastante boscosa para evitar que haya fisgones a los alrededores y tener un mejor acceso al río al momento de ocuparse de la ropa sucia. Cuando estuviste lo suficientemente cerca del lugar, rápidamente te volviste hacia él “Fue un placer conocerte, hijo del Gran Maestro” dijiste con una sonrisa a falta de saber su nombre. Sin embargo, cuando te diste la vuelta para irte, Kuai tomó tu mano “Espera, no sé tu nombre..” dijo con un poco de vergüenza “hablamos tanto pero no tuve la delicadeza de saber tu nombre o decirte el mío” murmuró. Dudaste un poco pero finalmente se lo dijiste, divertida cuando intentó pronunciarlo a la primera y fallando terriblemente. “Y el tuyo?” preguntaste con divertida curiosidad sacándolo del mantra que había hecho tu nombre. “Kuai Liang” murmuró sonrojado, sintiendo un cosquilleo cuando te escuchó susurrarlo con canta delicadeza. Volvieron a compartir una tierna mirada pero el fuerte ruido de las puertas del recinto los sacó de sus pensamientos. Con apuro, lo despediste “¡Debo irme!”. “Espera, es mi deber acompañarte-“ exclamó. ”¡No! Si llegan a ver que me escapé no me dejarán volver a salir” susurraste exaltada. “Por favor, vete. No quiero que te castiguen a ti también” suplicaste. “Bien, pero prométeme que te veré de nuevo” “N-No puedo-“ “Entonces no me iré” desafió. Con un suspiro exasperado, asentiste y prometiste volver a juntarse, corriendo tan rápido como podías mientras tratabas de ser lo más silenciosa posible teniendo cuidado de no enganchar tu manta en algún arbusto.

Kuai te vio partir, vigilando tus pasos hasta que te perdiste de vista. No sabia qué fue lo que le hizo pedirte que se vieran de nuevo pero, sin dudas, lo hizo sentir extraño, por así decirlo. Anteriormente había sentido algo parecido cuando pasaba tiempo con Harumi pero eso sucedió luego de pasar y compartir bastante tiempo juntos. En cambio aquí, ahora, estos pocos minutos compartidos contigo lo dejaron mareado, nervioso y con un cosquilleo en la boca del estómago que sólo lo dejó confundido. Sacudiendo la cabeza, dio media vuelta y comenzó a ir hacia el dojo, sus hermanos lo estaban esperando.

Bueno, esta es mi primera vez escribiendo así que espero sean compresivos conmigo jaja. Espero que les guste y me cuenten lo que piensan. Aún no tengo claro cómo construir la relación entre el lector y Bi Han (ya saben, él es como los ogros y las cebollas, tiene capas). Así que, si tienen alguna sugerencia no dudes en decírmela.

PD: Si alguien esta interesado en ayudarme a traducirlo al inglés, bienvenido sea.

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can we talk about skullcrusher tho because im obsessed with this woman and not just because i want her to destroy me. the way she's clearly the strongest orc we've met so far but she's a librarian and a big ole nerd and we're yet to see her fighting and i can just picture her holding antique books with the most delicate careful touch not disturbing a single molecule. but she's also a clan leader which i did not expect. is the minurva clan based in flotilla? wait. were they the ones responsible for pillaging the port parnassus library???? like god please say yes because the idea of this huge beefy nerd leading a clan to steal entire libraries is absolutely top tier. everyone else bringing gold and weapons in treasure and skullcrusher is just like hi we're here to offer ✨ books ✨ and she just dumps a whole pile of encyclopedias in front of ventra

gonna headcanon that the flotilla library was built because of her specifically. it's implied flotilla was only built after ventra's rule began so that's not far fetched. she just kept stealing more and more books so ventra was like "fucking... build a library or something" and she was like we won. gonna headcanon that the whole minurva clan is a bunch of orc intellectuals and scholars and that's why they keep sailing to steal books. skullcrusher is their leader because she's strong as fuck and in orc culture being an intellectual isn't particularly valued so she basically keeps them all safe to be able to pursue their interests. and takes care of the library. like an icon

and then there's the obvious, unwavering loyalty to the tal kaelens. clearly she was one of the only people ventra trusted with her illness, when she wouldn't even tell her own daughter, so like. that's a deep bond. and she was ready to throw down for imtura no questions asked and immediately put her clan at her disposal too. like i just wanna know the story there. were her and ventra old friends? did she lowkey help raise imtura cuz i feel like there was an almost parental dynamic when we met her in book 1, or at least they definitely felt like family. it's just so obvious that she loves them a lot and would do anything for them and that kind of steadfast loyalty is hard to come by and she's so fierce and passionate about everything she likes and i can feel the mental illness settling