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I'm procrastinating on processing grief by being CREATIVE so I sat down at my laptop for like four hours last night and cranked out over 1500 words of a new Nerevoryn fic. I'm not sure how I want to break up the chapters yet but I wanted to share a little bit of my first draft! Read the whole thing here:

No, Voryn didn’t like parties. But he loved a holiday, the solemnity and drama of it all. Tonight was Born Anew, the end of one year and the beginning of another, which was unmatched in its spectacle. Nothing filled him with more contentment than seeing the entire hillside outside of Kogoruhn filled with people who were prepared to follow the same rules and rituals, no matter how varied the origins of the congregants. From the constituent noble families of House Dagoth, dressed in their finest regalia, to the mostly-Urshilaku horde of Ashlanders who had set up their most festive bazaar of the year, there was an unspoken but comfortable peace in the late afternoon air. Everyone was here to celebrate. For once, the space around him was buzzing with something other than thinly-veiled animosity. 

As dusk settled upon the land, the stoneflower blue of the sky burst into fire as Magnus melted against the horizon. A roar of songs and cheers dissipated into a hum of murmured prayers, and the hillside grew silent in reverence to the Lady of Twilight. 

Landed mer and ashlander alike fell to their knees; some devout worshippers lent a corner of their prayer mat to those more agnostic few who had none. Voryn and his family took a ceremonial bow on the grand Dagoth rug, decorated with hundreds of intricately woven scarabs and nearly the size of a dining hall. There was more than enough room to share, as was the case with everything in Kogoruhn. But Voryn was still surprised to find that a stranger had prostrated himself in front of him, with the ends of his shaggy white hair spilling forward, braided and woven with colorful beads. What surprised Voryn more was the fact that this boy, perhaps a little older than he, was neither Dagoth nor ashfolk, but dressed in the somewhat ostentatious garb of a mainlander. He prayed with a quick and passionate rhythm, his voice rising and falling as if overcome by emotion. 

“Psst!” Voryn hissed, trying not to be heard, although most people had finished praying and the din of chatter was on a steady crescendo. “...may I be guarded by Your -” The boy looked up with pearl-colored eyes, full of cold fire, like a wild animal that was deciding whether to flee or to attack. He raised a finger to his lips and hissed out a shhhh before bowing his head again. 

Voryn should have been praying, himself; instead he listened. 

“May I be guarded by Your foreknowledge, that I might be led to glorify and adore You, in my actions and in my deeds. Lead me safely through this night and into the light of Your splendorous dawn, but let me never rest while Your work is to be done. Sut ohm khamir edur yim sha.” 

For your will is mine also. There was that sizzle again, that flicker of secret knowledge that pricked at Voryn’s palms whenever he witnessed something that was perhaps not meant for him. He didn’t know if he’d ever heard a prayer spoken so reverently, in a tongue that sounded familiar yet impossibly ancient. The young zealot sat up and Voryn could swear he was glowing. He looked indescribably beautiful, with hair the color of fresh Baan Malur snow, falling around the severe angles of his bronze cheekbones. Tears streamed down his cheeks as a faint silver aura of magicka illuminated the tips of his ears, his hair, his lips. 

Then, suddenly, the boy exhaled loudly, wiped his cheeks, and opened his eyes. In his voyeurism, Voryn didn’t realize his mouth had fallen open until a wide, crooked grin cracked open on the boy’s face. He bolted upwards from his own kneeling position, folding his legs beneath him so he wouldn’t fall over, his face flushed a dark sienna. 

“Um. Where did you learn that?” Voryn asked. 

“Learn what?” 

“The… that. Um. The prayer.” 

The boy laughed, and the sound made Voryn’s heart palpitate. “I made it up.” He laughed again, at Voryn’s bewildered expression a little louder this time, and explained. “I make it up every time! It does no good to memorize the words of some old dead priest when you talk to Her. It’s a personal relationship, see. You want to be a friend, you speak as a friend.” 

He was so unbelievably earnest in saying all of this. Voryn wanted to ask a multitude of questions; firstly, if this boy actually believed he was speaking to Azura herself. 

(Maybe he was. Maybe he was a daedra, a spirit of Moonshadow. The myths all said it was the most beautiful place in all the Aurbis; it would stand to reason that its residents would be just as beautiful.)

[chloristoflora]

"Letur Anict is highly ranked in the Liberty Consign."

Brohl Handar studied the woman for a moment, then said, "Not all wars are fought for wealth and land, Atri-Preda."

"I must disagree, Overseer. Did not you Tiste Edur invade pre-emptively, in response to the perceived threat of lost land and resources? Cultural assimilation, the end of your independence. There is no doubt in my mind," she continued, "that we Letherii sought to obliterate your civilization, as we had done already with the Tarthenal and so many others. And so, an economic war."

"It does not surprise me, Atri-Preda, that your kind saw it that wat. And I do not doubt that such concerns were present in the mind of the Warlock King. Did we conquer you in order to survive? Perhaps." Brohl considered saying more, then he shook his head, watching as four wardogs closed on a wounded cattle dog. The lame beast fought back, but was soon down, kicking, then silent and limp as the wardogs tore open its belly.

Bivatt asked, "Do you ever wonder, Overseer, which of us truly won that war?"

He shot her a dark look. "No, I do not. Your scouts have found no other signs of Awl in this area, I understand. So now the Factor will consolidate the Letherii claim in the usual fashion?"

The Atri-Preda nodded. "Outposts. Forts, raised roads. Settlers will follow."

"And then, the Factor will extend his covetous intentions, yet further east."

"As you say, Overseer. Of course, I am sure you recognize the acquisitions gift the Tiste Edur as wel. The empire's territory expands. I am certain the Emperor will be pleased.'

This was Brohl Handar's second week as governor of Drene. There were few Tiste Edur in this remote corner of Rhulad's empire, less than a hundred, and only his three staff members were from Brohl`s own tribe, the Arapay. The annexation of Awl'dan by what amounted to wholesale genocide had begun years ago – long before the Edur conquest – and the particulars of rule in far Letheras seemed to have little relevance to this military campaign. Brohl Handar, the patriarch of a clan devoted to hunting tusked seals, wondered – not for the first time – what he was doing here.

Titular command as Overseer seemed to involve little more than observation. The true power of rule was with Letur Anict, the Factor of Drene, who 'is highly ranked in the Liberty Consign'. Some kind of guild of merchants, he had learned, although he had no idea what, precisely, was liberating about this mysterious organization. Unless, of course, it was the freedom to do as they pleased. Including the use of imperial troops to aid in the acquisition of ever more wealth.

Reaper's Gale, by Steven Erikson (Malazan Book of the Fallen #7)

[ae-neon]

Memories of Ice bookmarks except there were so many twists and turns I kept forgetting to take notes

1. Draconus, of Tiam's kin. K'rul, Opener of the Paths.'

Who is Tiam🤔

2. Treach is a First Hero, a demigod, a Soletaken ascendant—'

Demi-god?? Is Rake that? Who is Rake's father?

3. Artanthos

I fucking knew something was up with him, welcome back Tayschernn

4. memories of ice.

Noice

5. The Son of Darkness was joined by Lady Envy, and the Soletaken known as Osric.

Another Osric mention, reveal him!!

6. Are there not slaves in the Malazan Empire?'

👀

7. 'I yield to no-one, Toc the Younger.'

Tool, I love you so much

8. 'Memories of ice.'

Again???

9. Turned the eastlands into molten stone that cooled and became something that defied sorcery.

OTATARAL!!!!!!!!!!

10. Dassem Ultor, who was broken by Hood's taking of his daughter at the Time of the Chaining – this was a devastating blow. Dassem Ultor, the First Sword reborn—

I'm confused, when was the chaining, I thought it happened thousands of years ago?

11. 'Fener shall be the first casualty in the war with the Crippled God. The Boar shall fall – and none can save him.

Damn

12. do you dare challenge a servant of the lord of death?' The T'lan Imass's desiccated lips peeled back. 'Why would we hesitate, Jaghut? Now ask of your lord, does he dare challenge us?'

HYYYYYYYYYYPE

13. I feel the need for Silannah's comfort.'

Is this...am I reading this wrong 😳 are they having dragon sex?

14. 'He is the Shield Anvil. Fener knows grief, so much grief that it is beyond his capacity to withstand it. And so he chooses a human heart. Armoured. A mortal soul, to assume the sorrow of the world. The Shield Anvil.

Steven Erikson is gonna make me cry again, I think

15. In your shadow lies honour.'

🥹 Itkovian getting the respect he deserves

16. Aral Gamelon—'

17. the House has found, in a distant land, its Mortal Sword.

👀🤔

18. And what of you, Felisin?

😭😭😭😭

19. 'First among the Bonecasters. Eleint, the First Soletaken.

Raest said something about Eleint in GotM

20. 'Shall I drown like Crust and Urko did? Shall I be seen to be slain then have my body vanish like Dassem did?'

Why did they all jump ship. If they're as good as they say - why not challenge Laseen? Whiskeyjack knelt for stability cool, why did the others run from duty then? Some of these old dudes like Duiker are so angry about Kellanved but almost everything we learn about him shows he wasn't that great of a ruler, idk. Bult was making too much sense

21. K'Chain Nah'rhuk – the ShortTails, misbegotten children of the Matrons

22. Emperor of the Edur, this Tyrant of Pain, this Deliverer of Midnight Tides!

Midnight Tides you say...

23. High Marshal Straw, of the Mott Irregulars.'

Someone to watch I think

24. Itkovian Otanthalian.

Absolute Legend

Also apparently Hood's Mortal Sword is Baudin?! So much was going on I missed that entirely

[dibs4ever]

Future Headcannon Dick Grayson

Dick: My son may look like me but he’s so much like Babs

Wally: I’ve seen tendencies of you in him

Dick: He’s 5 and is obsessed with learning about the Titanic

Wally: Lots of people are into the Titanic

Dick: For his birthday he wants a Titanic themed birthday complete with goodie bags. Do you want to know what his idea is?

Wally: Ummm

Dick: He wants each Goodie bag to contain a card with a Titanic passenger on it and the historical story about them. A pool party but have a cooler full of ice set to the temperature people who were in the water felt so people can enjoy the nice pool then feel the coldness of the ice in the cooler and be thankful that they get fun warm water and not freezing like the temperature the victims had to edure

Wally: Well see your son is compassionate like you

[on-noon]

Last Line Tag

thanks for the tag @aether-wasteland-s

while writing this line realized Edur will get introduced in this scene!

“Welcome to bodyguard class,” he said. “Here you will learn to work with your future bodyguard, whoever that may be. We’ll switch off between here and the bodyguard academy for class. Today we’ll start at the bodyguard academy.”

i'll tag @callahanscorner @moonluringfrost @writeblr-of-my-own

[edurityindia]

#international #school #boardingschool #technology #learning

[on-noon]

I love the themes of self-sacrifice in it, & the feelings of guilt over survivng, being doomed by the narrative by surviving only because your best friend died

I love Rakad as a character, how he forced himself to be the main character (he's such a great character, he just loves people)

I love all the other characters too.

There's Larath who gets me to doubt who the main character actually is (after all, it is Larath who makes the deciding choice, but it's Rakad who lives to deal with it.) Larath who is willing to change his name upon hearing a fake identity mentioned for him. Larath who held onto the magic testing rod as it heated up hotter. (He thought the test was if you could sense the heating coming before hand, and since he couldn't, he decided that he shouldn't react at all. How could they tell if he hadn't sensed it early then?)

Kaztra who leaves her home to learn meta-magic and abandons her native country because of her friendships

& there's Edur & Bathaz & Rabal & Zadaf as well, each of whom have something about them i love, in addition to the second gen characters (including Lirok, the original character for this story)

We’re still doing introductions! Let’s see what your favorite parts of your wip are! Talk about the themes, talk about the character interactions, talk about scenes that you’re excited for or link to scenes you’ve already done that you loved writing!

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Blood Pact- Part 3

@the-fluffy-underbelly

SEVEN 

Prisoner B

“He was straight-backed and upright. He was somehow noble. He was underweight, and he had evidently suffered physical abuse, but he was not cowed. He held himself the way a soldier holds himself.” I like him already.

“ The prisoner’s face and head were not noble. The scalp was shaved, and the flesh was covered with deep ritual scars, old scars, scars that signified the most mortal and bloody pact.” I wonder where the scars are, exactly. They don’t seem to impair his vision or speech.

“Etogaur isn’t a name. It’s his rank. He gave you his name and rank. An etogaur is roughly the equivalent of a general.” He’s a... traitor general. It took me several reads to realize the parallels between this and Traitor General, but I like that it’s there.

“It could make him any number of things, Edur, but at the very least it makes him a traitor. A traitor general.” Ta dah!

EIGHT 

Etogaur

“Prisoner B’s command of Low Gothic was excellent, but he had an accent, an out-worlds accent that put a burr on the words, and made each syllable sound as though it was draped in razor-wire.” Rough and dangerous, then.

“Any soldier who does not respect another soldier’s achievements is a fool.” And smart, too.

“I have pretty much ceased to care about anything,” said the prisoner. “But I know you care, and that’s enough. I can help the Imperium, Gaunt, but in order to do that, the Imperium has got to learn to trust me.” Uh.... that’s a hard ask.

“I mean,” the prisoner replied, “that I can help the Imperium win the war for the Sabbat Worlds.” Says the traitor who comes from Chaos. And is vague about it.

NINE 

Sweet Tooth

“It had a layer of cream, and another of rotchka, and the soft cake was scented with popoi nuts, and capped with a caul of blue sugar icing.” That does sound delicious.

“She’d been running the route so regularly, many of them waved to her as she went by. She was the girl who ran past, every morning, sun or snow. She was the girl who sometimes waved back. She was the lean, off-world girl with the cropped blonde hair and the shabby, Guard-issue exercise kit and the long legs.” At least she’s got a routine that isn’t too destructive.

“Her parents had been penniless. In fact, they’d been short on a lot of things, including parental instinct, a work ethic, a desire to abide by Imperial Law, an interest in their offspring, or a reliable method of birth control.” That’s definitely not a good environment to grow up in.

“The up-hive commercias were glittering pavilions of luxury merchandise: silks, laces, jewellery, body-augs, xeno-pets, carpets, servitors, crystal ware, spices, gee-gaws, so much stuff, it made her laugh in disbelief. What would make anybody dream of wanting this stuff? And if they did dream, how did they possibly afford those dreams?” Really fancy stuff.

“To her young mind, the cakes and ices were the epitome of wealthy living, not just their cost or their beauty, but the fact that if you bought one it would not last forever like a bracelet. It would vanish in the time it took you to wolf it down. That was luxury. That was high living.” It makes sense. A food you can spend a ton on isn’t an investment; it’ll be gone quickly. It’s a status marker as much as any other.

“Suddenly she was a grown woman, an officer, with responsibilities, and a pretty comfortable billet, and the best part of ten years’ back-pay stagnating in her service account.” She’s probably got more money than she knows to deal with.

“Your body is too used to living on an adrenaline high for months at a time.” And you get PTSD or something similar.

“A strict, controlling part of her mind, an unhealthy part, she was pretty fething certain, required her to run until she was almost lost in fatigue and muscle pain every time she gobbled down another intricate sugar creation. It was a penance. It was punishment for her sweet tooth. Robbed of a conventional foe to fight, the confections had become her nemesis.” Yeah, that’s not healthy. At all.

“She counselled herself that it was a reward system, that it kept her fit, and that it beat descending into the hell of stimm abuse, or drink, or much, much worse.” It’s still not great.

“What was doing it? What had set her off? She looked around, turning a full circle, but there was nothing to see and no one around. She was hyper-aware of the distant hum of traffic, the iron shadow of the bridge, the sky like arctic camo, the crusts of snow, hard and bright in the morning sun, the languid lap of a river running glossy with ice mush, the drab black of the dank stone walls, the ouslite and travertine, the smells of river-rot and sewage outfall and gnawed stone, the fume of her breath in the air, the beat of her heart, a golden aquila on a steeple across the river catching the light, and the flaked and faded paint of the name Ennisker’s Perishables on a nearby building.” She was feeling the Blood Pact’s strike team’s presence, of course. She may have additional sensitivity because of her time on Gereon.

“A few were injecting stimm shots from what remained of the medicae’s pack. Valdyke’s medicae had done everything in his power to bring the men out of their hibernation torpor. Karhunen had eventually decided that the medicae’s blood was more useful to them than his skills, and had found a packing knife of his own.” Of course they killed him.

“The men greeted Eyl with deep bows and firm embraces as he walked amongst them.” I do like that they care about each other, even if they’re otherwise terrible.

“For many years, Eyl had known Samus by his flesh name, Bezov. Samus was the name of his patron spirit, a particularly noisy thing that had gradually taken up residence in Bezov’s soul. Since then, Bezov had insisted on being known by his spirit name, and the person that Eyl had known had faded behind milk-dull eyes, palsied tics and animal sounds.” That’s definitely odd. Though Eyl seems happy about it.

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[cas-antoni-pniewski]

Creativity 7: For this creativity, I have learned a polish song called “Nie nie nie” made by T.love, which is one of my favorite classics from polish music. This song is slow and that is why it was not that hard to learn it. However, it has few complicated parted such us jumping from cord Gdur to Edur with dwo tabs between. Although the complicated parts this song was quite easy to learn.

[girlshaneexe]

COLLECTIVE READING 🌹 February 25 2019

Two of Cups

Duality | Love | Focus

The challenges you’ve been facing are not going away any time soon - But wait! There’s still hope! We must fully understand the lessons we’ve received & the power we’ve gained from learning them before we can ascend. Use this opportunity to examine your own Emotional Edurance.✨ It can teach you more than you realize now if you will only let it show you the truths you’ve requested. The Two Of Cups comes to us with a reminder to focus on our concept of duality & how it affects our love for our Self & others. How do we encourage love & joy in all of our relationships? How can we enhance this love during an emotionally chaotic time? 💗 Pisces Season ♓️ is a wonderful time for self reflection related to our relationships. But we must have a healthy awareness of risks associated with becoming Overly Emotional. These Chaotic Energies (& their effect on those in our lives) could lead us to feel that we are stuck in the Shadow. If you find yourself feeling this way - which you likely will with Mercury Retrograde upon us - just remember that your external world is only a reflection of your internal state. 🤔 So if you want someone to change, stop waiting for THEM & behave how YOU wish they would. If you want something to change, stop waiting for SOMEONE ELSE to change it & DO SOMETHING about it. Be the change you want to see. It will take you far during this time. 🦋 Just don’t expect it to make sense until later. 🌀 Using the #SheWolfeTarot deck by Devany Wolfe.

[tomepact]

“ do you really not know any magic? ” helga chirps curiously at the new addition to loras' guards. her large owlin eyes dilated with excitement.

“ oh my lords, helga, you can't just ask someone why they don't know magic. ” behind her a hulking man in adamantine armor, purple cape, and a helmet that covers most of his face says in the driest voice.

“ that's not what i said! ” helga shrieks, flapping her wings in a panic. “ that's not what i said! riv!! edur's trying to make me look bad in front of the new guy again! ”

some kerfuffle later.

“ i'm sorry if i offended you. ” helga inches back up to ikkon, rubbing her hands nervously. “ it's just different is all. you must be really good at what you do for loras to ask you to be his sentinel. i don't actually know that many spells either. maybe we can be friends? edur said you were running for first knight? i think you'll like it here! beats being in that tower all alone, you know? ”

while ikkon would not call the knights of avalir boring by any measure, nothing quite prepares him for the colorful nature of the sentinels -- especially not loras saying that they were 'an exciting bunch' with a knowing little smile on that damnable face of his.

helga leans up into his space as she asks her question and he shifts his weight to let the new green cloak fall over his left arm and cover him partially. she is scolded by the man in violet and the shrieking noise is enough to put him off and have him slinking back to let them sort it out.

when she returns, she looks sheepish enough that he can't help but forgive her in an instant -- and he finally gives a response to her question in a short nod.

" i'm not inclined in the magical, not. . .particularly. i've made the effort in the past, but it does not come to me easily. loras and i have known one another for some time -- the change in position comes at his recommendation. "

the mention of failing at becoming first knight makes him hold his breath for half a beat to keep from opening his mouth into something he'll regret saying to his new friend, before he gives a crooked almost-smile.

" i suppose you've a point. i do not do well alone. maybe that's why i learned to do this. "

it's a cheeky way of leading into how he truly dazzles -- a sidestep to the left and it looked like his shadow had separated from him, leaving a copy of ikkon standing where he just was. the echo moves with him, performing the other half of a 'ta-da' hand gesture.

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[on-noon]

For the random questions ask: For any oc, how does your character feel about piercings? And why? - 🍀 (@enchanted-lightning-aes)

Now you've got me having to figure out how piercings are looked at in this world in general.

Okay, so I think Edur thinks piercings are kinda cool. She doesn't have that much of an opinion towards them when living in Oranth, thinks it seems inconveniant. And it must get so cold in the winter, not really worth it.

But upon learning that piercings are actively looked down upon in Rakan, (seen as a vulnerbility) she gives herself a piercing.

words written for this ask: 123

total words for motivation experiment: 20,138

project worked on: life friends & friendship ends

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