#modern inheritance lore

[modern-inheritance]

I’m not checking the book itself, but I think Galbatorix had a room full of riders swords. Arya brings them back to Rhunon. Rhunon actually hugs Eragon when he and Saphira visit Ellesméra before they leave and thanks him for freeing the swords.

[weirdponytail]

Working on bringing a new concept in with the Riders Signs. Not linked to the Riders really, but a method of reading and understanding body language that is ‘encoded’ in a way. I like to imagine that Brom, Arya and Glen spent years working on developing it between them, and once they had it down they spread it to a select few trusted members of the Varden and elves. For when even Riders Signs would be too obvious, in case of capture and oaths, it combines body language, small facial tics, muscle movements, and, most importantly, relies on the user having at least some previous experience with mental communication and direct eye contact.

It’s basically reading micro expressions but with more direct and specific words rather than involuntary emotions. When free to do so the sender can ‘pulse,’ sending a simplistic thought phrase that lingers like a ‘ghost’ due to the visual cues indicating the idea or thought pulsed out. It does not require lowering mental barriers for either on the message chain, though clarity is improved when the sender opens their barriers to send the pulse.

The pulse has a limited range, and thus is not a true requirement of this new method but it helps when the recipient or the sender are not completely comfortable with the method yet or when more complex things need to be communicated. Even with a pulse, these ghost messages and visual cues can only communicate a handful of words at a time, usually only one or two sentences.

At this point, Eragon (and Saphira) are unaware that Brom has been subtly teaching them this odd language without words. He didn’t want them having knowledge of what it really was just in case they were captured and Eragon’s mind was broken. This Eragon understands but has no idea how or why.

[modern-inheritance]

Ah, the sound of a happy elf mate when they cuddle their partner!

Or when they deny their feelings for the sake of duty and the person they love bumps their arm when they sit next to them. Said love interest is always confused as to why it seems like there’s a werecat nearby purring up a storm near elf lately.

One armed elf is highly amused. Other proper elves have second hand embarrassment for their feral coworker. Local dragon nearly chokes on deer carcass laughing upon realizing what that new smell is.

Sound on

[modern-inheritance]

*lowers face into hands*

Oh my fucking god.

Firnen doesn't do the 'Little Claw' bit until he's physically larger than Arya. But he does pick up on Arya's habit of nicknaming things, and he likes calling her a name that I haven't quite decided on yet but oh my fucking god guys

'Stripes.'

He calls her Stripes.

And the first time he does it Arya is shirtless, sitting next to him while trying to do the dishes in the creak and she freezes up for a split second like '...Excuse me?!'

And Firnen, doing little doggy/dragon paddles in the water, stops too and she can tell he's uneasy with her sudden pause and he's concerned he went too far.

But...

'I love it, Stringbean.' She reaches out and taps his snout very good natured-like, fucking beaming. 'Makes me own them. Reclaiming it. Thank you.'

[modern-inheritance]

For another day: Rings

Have I ever told you lot that Eragon made rings for himself and Arya once they became Claimed Mates?

There are several stories and shorts about/containing references to and demonstrations of their enchantments just waiting for me to sit down and write them, but for today, since Keeper will be out this evening I think, I am just going to leave you all with a description of them!

Eragon made their rings out of titanium he pulled from the earth, much like the gold he pulled for Roran and Katrina's rings. However! These bands are not simple titanium!

For Arya's, he inlaid the middle with rich mahogony strips braided with a strip of pine, flanked by the titanium on either side. It represents his part in protecting and loving her, staying close at all times and holding on.

For his, Eragon added a thin strip of pine to the mahogany that encases a single strip of titanium at the middle (Mahogany, pine, titanium, pine, mahogany). Similar to Arya's, this represents Arya's role as his protector, and also that she is always with him and keeping him safe no matter where he and Saphira must go.

They both wear them at all times, even during battle. Again, there are enchantments protecting the rings, and other ones that to other stuff, but they cannot be lost. Few people really realize they are a matched set, just some elf design or keepsake, but those who know the two are involved are aware of them.

[its-opheliasgarden]

a garage set up | build interlude

tucked next to an old rusty tool chest, the roomies' (really mitch's) garage setup is the perfect blend of retro flair and serious tech. a refurbished PC flickers on a thrifted desk, flanked by scattered hardware, tangled cords, and a dusty fan that only works if you jiggle the chain just right. it’s a scrappy little haven for an aspiring programmer—messy, quiet, and oddly perfect...

footnote: special shout out to @atticwindowatdawn for some much needed garage inspo <3 and black mirror's uss callister

i spent better half of my mdw redecorating their 70s mid-century home in oasis springs. i'm thinking j's comes from a good family so perhaps it's real estate he inherited from his grandparents. in need of modern renovation but they've grown to love their retro spot.

this is why i haven't posted updates. too busy building the save and lore. here's some progress shots in a new series called build interlude...

-d.

[s0rr3l]

MODERN AU - PART 1

lore under the cut!!!

Lǐyú 🐟

25 years old

Grew up poor, but a hard worker - was in the student council throughout highschool and captain of the debate team; bit of an overachiever

Earned a scholarship to university and became�� an accountant

Always had dreams to be a marine biologist or illustrator, but life got in the way and one has to pay the bills

Had no passion for their chosen career, becoming a workaholic and reclusive, plus being piled with extra work due to to being the lowest in the work hierarchy

Started a webcomic series to relieve stress from the job and posted on a whim, unexpectedly got really popular!!!

One time got caught in the rain without an umbrella and ran into an open cafe

Met the the owner @maiden-of-the-waters Beike and worker @marcu-bug Yu, who took one look at their sad, soggy form and immediately (unofficially) adopted them into their cafe

Lǐyú cried (which they’re still embarassed about) from the simple kindness of strangers, and started frequenting the cafe more

With support from the others, quit their accounting job and started posting comics full time, even picking up shifts for the cafe

Noticed by game company, scouted and hired for character design/concept, illustration and storyboarding

Co-workers with @marcu-bug’s monkey (Tao), who works in a different department

Unexpectedly ran into @dunanana Birdie in the cafe, and fainted from shock; has always been a big fan of her music

Did get over their embarassing hero worship after getting to know Birdie, and the gang always teases them about their reaction to their first meeting

Met @szynkaaa Oz while working a shift in the cafe, casually doodled a lil star on her to-go cup based on the accessories on her bag

Becomes roommates with Birdie and Yu after their apartment got flooded

More social and passionate about life; it really was going great! Surrounded by awesome friends and loving their new career; seriously, what could more could they ask for?

That was when fate decided to throw a Monkey their way

Destined One/Yēzi 🥥

24 years old

Star of the martial arts world since he was a child, has won numerous competitions in various fields

Impressive enough to be scouted for minor movie roles but didn’t enjoy the spotlight. Transitioned to stuntwork

Elder monkey is his grandfather and runs a dojo - he joins as a teacher and regularly holds classes for all levels

(the kids all love him, he is their favourite teacher!! Don’t tell him he said this, but he likes teaching the kids too)

Going to inherit the dojo when his grandfather retires, but that seems to be a while yet…

In his youth he was a massive menace, challenging all the dojos/martial arts associations with his own lil’ gang

He’s totally mellowed out now that he’s older, but his friends keep teasing him about his ‘younger days’

ANYWAYS, because of his wild challenges in his youth, he became a local legend and set off a trend for the up-and-coming students of other dojos to start challenging HIM

His friends call him Fruit Punch. And somehow it SPREADS and others start calling him the legendary Fruit Punch

Gods he was so mortified he wore a mask to try and hide, but it just fueled the rumours even more

So he’s always being interrupted and challenged by all these flashy characters and gained a reputation for being a delinquent/vigilante

(since they’re disturbing public areas, Yēzi always drags them off to the police station after the fight)

Grumpy guy

Of course he is, always getting interrupted by a bunch of guys when he just wants a smoothie or shopping for groceries

-

He enters a cafe, ready to order and hears this:

"Ah! Fruit Punch"

*sighs*

its gonna be a long day

Lǐyú and Yēzi 🐟🥥

He loves doodling. Unironically thinks Lǐyú (and Tao) has the coolest job in the world

Yēzi kept the cups that Lǐyú doodled on. Sentimental nerd

Lǐyú did not understand the culture around fighting for the longest time and had some... misunderstandings about it. Had a long sit down with Yēzi to talk about it :)

-

UGH they are both so oblivious

Lǐyú: Yēzi is so cool but a bit scary => actually he's kind of a dork => um wow that was hot- => oh!! What a cute laugh! => hey- shhh shh. Yēzi, I'm not going anywhere.

And it hits them like 'oh. OH'.

Yēzi is So Stupid:

Ugh they called me fruit punch => huh. They're kinda cool I guess => pretty fun to tease => pretty eyes~ => oh no. Why are you crying? I'll do anything, so please, don't turn away from me-

'oh. OH.'

[hellothisisangle]

RAAAH YOUR LAST ART/COMIC 🔥🔥❤️💕👁👄👁✨️💖‼️‼️ i'm sorry but i immediately need context for it, it's too delicious and i cannot rest without knowing the full scene they were doing

So 90% of the comic panels I’ve been putting out recently have been one-offs based on a tiny idea or illustration that evolved into a scene. The last one in particular was a modern AU in which he hired someone for role play, but I don’t have much more than that, sorry!

Actual lore:

Cae’s used self inflicted pain as an escape ever since the urges started manifesting more frequently/more strongly, which was around his teens. It was a decent distraction, but even early on he found the pain enjoyable. A combination of feeling like he deserves it and a comfort that it grounds him from inflicting pain on others

But eventually he couldn’t push away the want to hurt other people any longer and gave in to Scelaritas’s callings

After embracing Bhaal’s inheritance he finally had an outlet. However, he had been self harming for so long and it’s not something he gave up. But Bhaalist Cae’s pride wouldn’t allow him to let others know about it. He didn’t want to be seen as weak and he knew he wasn’t supposed to be spilling his own blood in father’s name, so he’d play up being confidentially dominant while holding onto this secret of his

Gortash and Orin were the only ones wise to it- Gortie dancing around giving Cae what he wanted, pretending and keeping up the ruse. Orin, thinking that her brother was indeed less suited to the title than she was, but also having pity for him

On the other side, tadpoled-resist-durge Cae was only ashamed of his tendencies in the beginning. He’s pretty comfortable with being open about his likes/dislikes and gets a little made fun of because of them by the party (he doesn’t mind, it’s all in good fun)

[modern-inheritance]

THIS.

Okay, I haven't done much with it. At all, really.

But THIS is Brom.

Brom loves his son. He spent all of Eragon's life watching other people raise him. Sure, he helped out in MIC by babysitting when he was too small to help in the fields, always had his door open for Eragon to come and ask questions or just talk, he put wards on the kid even, though he had to scale those back dramatically to just ones that protected his internal organs and major arteries/veins so that it wouldn't be suspicious as to why this lil guy was injury resistant.

But he never really...hands on'd? I mean he did, but....i donno there was just something missing.

He treats Eragon just as he treats everyone else in his life, and he does this mainly to try and hide the whole 'I'm actually your biological father.' bit. He knows he doesn't really know how to 'dad' and feels like he missed so much, feels like he missed the times where he could have actually done any of the 'parenting' and that Eragon is practically a young man when he finally gets his chance.

But eventually...eventually he figures out that he doesn't just have to regulate his 'parenting moments' to wisdom passed down, to sparring, to magic instruction. All the 'big kid' things, just the training.

He figures out he can rip it up into little pieces. Little moments. After months of him and Eragon navigating their changed relationship after he reveals it to him at the end of MIC!Eldest, Brom starts to do little things. He eases into it. It's little stories or comments of what he remembers of Selena. Telling Eragon of all the things he noticed over the years as he grew.

And he tells him, every day: "I'm proud of you, boy."

Kestrel-dad not sure how to dad but he’s trying his best.

[modern-inheritance]

R e v e n g e (MIC Post war lore)

I have the weirdest feeling that Arya and Eragon have a 6th sense for when Murtagh and Nasuada are considering/getting close to some… ‘quality time’ together. Please don’t click away, I’m being serious.

They both feel bad that it’s wrecking the moment for Nasuada, but they keep a running tally of the times they’ve gotten a bird to peck the window VERY loudly at inopportune times, chucked rocks (GENTLY) at the window or had their partners roar rather loudly to fully disrupt the mood.

Why?

Far too many post-fun times cuddles and pre-fun times necking sessions were interrupted by Murtagh and Thorn leading an attack during the war. Eragon even yelled at Murtagh during a duel once, and Murtagh had no idea what he was talking about until Arya later revealed to him post war that she and Eragon were the elf equivalent of married.

The tally they keep is just their running record so that they can stop once they’re even.

[silvernightabyss]

“Who says the protagonist's life has to be happy?” - Chapter 1

Yandere Hero x gn!Reader

Isekai, who among us hasn't dreamed of it? Well, get it signed. Try not to throw yourself into the arms of the protagonist as soon as you see him. Remember, you may know everything about him, but he's seeing you for the first time. The thoughts of the protagonist come as a gift.

How many references do you want? Yes.

word count: 2.9k Prologue/Chapter 1

It's been two weeks since you've been in the fantasy world of the novel. Adapting has been difficult, even though you've inherited fragmentary memories of the original owner of the body. The unfamiliar people, surroundings, etiquette, and architecture were very disconcerting. To your shame, you spent your first night sobbing quietly in your room in the temple. The only thing you were probably lucky about was that you weren't a member of the church, just a hired sewist. Given the fact that the high priest was the one who raped Evan, you had no desire to see the man, whose name was Donavan. Make sure you memorize that shithead's name and if you ever summon a demon, sell his soul.

In fact, you hadn't seen him or Evan since you'd been in this world. And while the first pleased you, the second disappointed you. As you learned by asking the servants, Evan and his team were on a quest to destroy one of the demon lords living in a poisonous swamp. This happened at the beginning of the first volume, as you may recall. And what the author thought to add the location of the poison swamp, in all games it was always the most annoying part. Probably because the author was an insufferable evil bastard who drew inspiration from the most annoying things created by human hands. A sudden wave of anger almost ripped the thin fabric in your hands in half. Then you stroked it quickly, as if to comfort it, removing the creases that had formed.

Poor Evan was going to get poisoned by some nasty animal and come back to the temple with a fever for a week. Sad, of course, but nothing that with your level of power you could change. The day after the isekai, you tried a little magic. Find some chakra, mana core, nen or something. But no. All you got was to feel like an idiot for half an hour, huffing and puffing like a pissed-off hedgehog. No transmigrator buffs. No annoying system or divine companion. Nothing. That made you completely powerless to help Evan. It was frustrating, angry, and made you want to bang your head against the wall. Your modern upbringing couldn't allow you to ignore someone else's misfortune. If you worked in the kitchen, you would surely spit in the soups and drinks that are made especially for the High Priest. Unfortunately, those are the only petty thoughts of revenge you could afford.

Part of you just wanted to leave, good thing sewing skills were embedded in your subcortex, and you could find work somewhere else, not in a place where you knew one hero suffered every day. You wince. Thinking about it like that made you feel bad about yourself. It was vile to think of leaving. As the only person with knowledge of the situation, you had to stay and try to help in any way you could. Even if your attempts would be fruitless in the end.

You spent the next two hours diligently embroidering new robes and fixing old ones where the fabric was too worn. Unpleasant thoughts of varying degrees of intrusiveness kept popping into your head, but you studiously ignored them. Their content was something like “To be or not to be”, only your option was “To stay or not to stay”.

After you finished your work, you picked up a pile of robes and went to turn them in to the storekeeper. The temple was beautiful, even to your unassuming eye. The entire continent worshiped the Creator who made the world and the gods they created to help look after the people. In fact, you remembered from the book that the mythology of Evan's world was very interesting. Incredibly written and detailed lore describing events from ancient times to the present day. Some of the knowledge you had already forgotten, but for example you remembered that the Irin continent, where the main story took place, was named after the god's favorite angel.

The central temple of the capital was dedicated to the Creator. Numerous frescoes on the ceiling depicted the creation of the world and the races that inhabited it. For the first week, you walked with your head up, and more than once you were on the verge of falling. The tall, graceful steles also drew attention to the care with which the flowers and leaves were molded, as if they were real and the spell had just turned them to stone a moment ago. The garden wasn't to be forgotten, you'd only been there once, but it was already completely engraved in your heart. Score one for staying. Overall to summarize the temple was beautiful, the priests friendly. So why the hell is this place of paradise run by this goddamn pervert! The Creator's eyes are blown out of their heads to let a man like that in charge of their temple? Unbearable.

Your boots thudded loudly and angrily on the marble floor, and you continued on your way. The servants and priests you encountered preferred to avoid you in a wide arc, sensing in their gut the dark and heavy aura you gave off. With the power you put into opening the door, you could shred a mountain to pieces with a single blow. Yeah, like that bald guy, that's how powerful you were at that moment. The storekeeper didn't even lift his head from the paper he was looking at. Inwardly, you marveled a little at his restraint; you yourself would have jumped on the spot if you had been rushed in with such a bang. More calmly you approached the not-young man whose most prominent feature was his giant-hooked nose.

“I brought the robes, where should I put them?” Your voice rumbles through the room.

The man nodded vaguely toward a neighboring room filled with baskets full of robes. The servants had to wash and dry the robes before handing them back to the priests. Why the freshly sewn robes had to be washed was a big question, but not of your mind. You were about to leave when you were stopped by the storekeeper.

“Go to the infirmary and get the medicine for the hero. His chambers are in the east wing of the temple on the third floor.”

During your entire stay in the room, the storekeeper didn't even look at you, and after he gave you the order, he started acting as if you weren't even here. Well, the main thing is that he didn't yell. You shrugged your shoulders and left the room.

The stone-face test was successfully passed, the die rolled on a twenty! In fact, your heart was racing, and your palms were unpleasantly sweaty. Did all this mean you would be able to see Evan? You didn't even know he'd returned. With an effort of will, you suppressed the joyful scream that burst from your mouth. You're going to see the protagonist of this damn novel. Almost dancing, you hurried toward the infirmary.

The nurse, whose name was Ellen, gave you your medication as soon as she heard that you had come from the storekeeper. The girl explained that because of the upcoming festival dedicated to the Creator, all the servants were busy preparing for the sacred rituals. Mentally, you tsked. That no servant could spare time for the precious hero of the Church? Nonsense, of course, but nonsense that plays right into your hands. Having memorized what to give and in what dosage, you headed for the eastern wing.

The corridors became more and more empty with every turn, as if you were entering a forbidden zone. The atmosphere was oppressive and growing colder with each step. A creak sounded very close to you, made you jump on the spot and freeze. It was scary to turn around. You didn't want to see the ghost behind you. On bending legs, you turned around and ….Mmm No, that's just your overactive imagination working for the bread. There was nothing behind you. Nothing in the front, either. Cussing under your breath, you continued walking. Isekai had definitely taken a toll on your nerves. Shame they hadn't invented valerian here yet.

The doors to Evan's chambers were carved, decorated with ornaments of flowers. You knocked hesitantly, and when there was no answer, you knocked again, but louder. Maybe he was asleep? What was to be done? The nurse had said the medication had to be timed to avoid making him feel worse. The doorknob in your hand felt like a ticket to heaven or hell. Praying in your mind to who you didn't know, you pushed it down. With a quiet click, the door opened. Like a mouse about to steal cheese, you quietly slipped through the gap and closed the door behind you. You hoped Evan wasn't a cat that would eat you for entering without permission.

The main hero's chambers were green, very green, not because the walls and furniture were that color, but because of the dozens or even hundreds of pots with various plants. As a half-elf, Evan had the ability to understand and talk to plants. For a long time in the novel, they were his only friends, listening to all his sorrows. Sighing sadly, you headed for the door behind, which was presumably the bedroom.

Evan lay on the bed, resting peacefully, deep in sleep. The blanket lay in a bunched pile at the half elf's feet. His complexion was very pale with blue veins clearly visible, there were deep bruises under his eyes, and his breathing was intermittent and heavy. Despite this, he was still more handsome than the sleeping beauty herself. If you thought the comparison was inappropriate, just never mind. On tiptoe, you moved closer and leaned over the sleeping hero. Handsome. You especially liked the way his leafy green hair curled around his pointy ears. You wanted to catch one strand between your fingers and then watch it curl back. You weren't weird. Not at all.

You put the tray of medicine on the bedside table with a little more clatter than you'd like, but Evan didn't wake up, thankfully. The half elf's forehead was scalding hot, and you jerked your hand away quickly. Looking around, you spotted a basin of water on the other side of the room and quickly soaked the rag you'd grabbed from the tray before placing it on Evan's forehead. That's better. Satisfied, you smiled to yourself.

The question of how to medicate the unconscious hero was still open. You frankly didn't want to wake him up. You remembered from the book that Evan's condition was extremely serious, and he didn't come to his senses at all. Rest is the best medicine. It's better if you quietly do your business and leave, and he won't even know you're in his chambers. Shit, that sounded like some kind of thief.

Pass the cure with a kiss? You shook your head frantically as soon as the thought crossed your mind. God, you'd read too many romance novels. Conscience and morality would never allow you to violate Evan's personal boundaries like that, considering how they'd already been violated by the high priest. Besides, it would be despicable to do that to any person.

But then what were you supposed to do? You'd just have to pour the drugs into Evan's mouth and hope he didn't choke. That's about what you did, luckily without becoming a hero killer. Now comes the most difficult and embarrassing part. Ellen gave you an ointment to rub into the half elf's chest. The medical reasons behind this you almost completely missed, and you only had to take on faith the necessity of this action. Evan wouldn't like it if someone he didn't know undressed him and started performing medical procedures on him. Right? So something had to be done about it.

One of the scraps of fabric Ellen put on the tray caught your eye. It's perfect. You'll pretend to be a butler, covering your eyes with a strip of fabric so as not to embarrass your mistress. Master. You mean Evan. Quickly and tightly tying the band, you found yourself in darkness. With suddenly trembling hands you fumbled for the collar of the half elf's shirt and from it, you easily reached the buttons. Normally you would have easily done it in less than a minute, but now deprived of sight and incredibly embarrassed; each of your actions was stretched to the point of impossibility. After an eternity according to your internal clock, you finally managed this undeniably difficult task.

So it was time for the ointment, which was as green as you remembered and smelled like bumps or something else freshly herbal. Incredibly embarrassed by your own actions, you rubbed the ointment in as fast as you could without lingering on any part of Evan's skin. What's a stupid trail? A relieved exhale escaped you when this torture finally stopped. Ellen had said the ointment should absorb very quickly, literally in less than a minute, and in your head you drummed your fingers on your thigh, ticking off the seconds. When the time was up, you hoped for it towards the end you began to speed up the count, with all care you covered Evan with the blanket. The nurse had said the fever would go down very quickly, which meant the half elf could get cold.

And so it was done! Now you could leave with a clear conscience. You pulled the bandage off your eyes, blinked in the light, and hurriedly picked up the tray, leaving the room. Before you passed through the doorway, you took one last look at Evan, still sleeping peacefully. Handsome even when he's sick. Nodding affirmatively at that thought, you headed back to the infirmary to return the medication to the nurse.

***

Evan woke up when someone started undoing the buttons of his sleeping shirt. His first thought was that it was Donavan, so the only thing he could do was lie there and not fight back. Was he sick of his powerlessness? So sick that he wanted to open his chest with his hands and rip out his damn heart, which sometimes allowed itself to hope for the best. The half elf left his eyes closed, not wanting to look at the high priest's ugly face, twisted with desire. He could still visualize it all too well, anyway. A convulsion shot through his arm and he clawed his fingers into the sheets, his nails almost tearing the fabric.

Halfway through the unbuttoning, Evan suddenly realized that the fingers that sometimes grazed his skin were different from Donovan's skinny, knotted fingers, the pads of which were covered with calluses. In addition, a strange chill spread from his forehead down his body. Was it the damp cloth? It was only because of the two factors above that he actually opened his eyes and saw you. The snort that almost came out of his mouth, he held back with an incredible effort of will. A blindfold? It was ridiculous, even more ridiculous than the mix of slime deer and owl he'd met in the swamp. Ridiculous but oddly cute. The mere thought that he might be uncomfortable being stared at half-naked had never occurred to anyone. With already great interest and friendliness, he began to consider your appearance.

When you reached for the green jar, he recognized it as an antipyretic. A spark of realization lit him up, and Evan bit his lip. He was ready for the feeling of a thousand little insects crawling under his skin, but your touch didn't disgust him. Evan blinked perplexedly when he realized this. Short and medically detached, your touch was devoid of any lust. Noticing your fingers trembling, Evan concluded that at the very least you were awkward. Later his guess was confirmed by your tapping on your thigh, too uneven and often out of rhythm to be a sign of boredom or impatience. The blanket you covered him with forced him to smile slightly. A display of simple human caring that he had always been deprived of. The thought made him feel unpleasantly empty inside.

When your fingers reached for the bandage, Evan closed his eyes as quickly as possible, not even knowing why. He didn't have an answer to that question. Listening to the quiet rustling of the fabric of your clothes and the tinkling of the medicine on the tray made his heart feel lighter for some reason. It was as if you were not a randomly sent servant, but someone close to him who genuinely cared about him.

The creak of the door alerted him to your departure, but with his keen hearing, he could still hear your footsteps outside his chambers. As soon as they were gone, Evan sat up on the bed, causing the cloth on his forehead to fall down. Silently, he twirled it in his hands. His head felt strangely empty. Perhaps the only question that bothered him now was; who are you? Meeting you had irrevocably changed something in him, as if he had been a broken clock just now starting to run.

Evan rolled back over, sinking into the soft mattress, and returned the cloth to his forehead. The next time you two meet, once he's recovered enough to walk, he'll be sure to ask your name. With that thought, his exhausted mind took to its realm of Morpheus.

Reblogs, comments, are always greatly appreciated! ヽ(o^ ^o)ﾉ

[modern-inheritance]

I know this is considered somewhat romantic considering Royai, but I wanna say this:

This is sorta Arya's general idea of how command over her works in the Varden.

She exercises her best judgement and, if there's time, takes in advice and viewpoints of the people she respects and typically would defer to, observes and analyises the current situation and possible future repercussions, looks at previous experiences and/or previous events of similar situations, reevaluates her position with new information, and makes her call. It's a long list but typically takes a short time, mental speed and decision making being increased in elves due to, at least I've been led to believe, their mental speed and thought process having to be able to keep up with their physical speed or else things would be Very Bad (I would love to dive deeper into this but right now I remember mirror neurons and wanna look into that). It's a small part of why Arya is usually quiet in public and takes a moment or two before speaking when actually doing official duties/acting as an actual ambassador/liaison instead of just a specialty soldier on loan.

Order would/likely would result in harm for various parties besides herself (and even then she only lets it go so far concerning her wellbeing, she's still somehow never really all that good with her own healing magic)? 'With all due respect, no sir/ma'am. I cannot follow that order. Do what you wish but I'm pretty sure we all know you cannot physically stop me, nor can you compel me to do this physically or through threats. I suggest we find another solution/might I suggest this course of action?'

Everything checks out? 'On it.'

[ivorydragoness44]

Oh...okay. Hang on, lemme grab some things from the website... An attempt will be made 😅

The campaign is set to launch June or July of 2025. Details are still forthcoming, but read below to see what Wraithmarked has revealed so far.

From Wraithmarked:

The first ever opportunity for INHERITANCE CYCLE fans to have their name inside a WORLD OF ERAGON project.  

A lot of stuff is still being massaged together, but THE BOOK OF REMEMBRANCE will contain canon, in-world material written by Christopher, similar to what he’s produced for various special editions. In addition to an intro and outro, he has written introductions and overviews of seven of the major battles throughout the history of Alagaësia. These essays appear as excerpts of various writings from the world itself, collected in a physical book as a project of the Arcaenist Brother Hern (the reason for which you’ll find out in the book itself). And accompanying these excerpts will be—drumroll please—a non-canon list of the names of the fallen warriors, soldiers, and officers from all seven of the battles.

And whose names exactly will be on those list?

While the interior illustrations are still being decided on, we do know that there will be at least one illustration per battle depicting the fighting, and there will also be limited slots to have your own custom-illustrated portrait added to the book as one of the highest ranking officers on the field of each battle.

One note, y’all: it is very important for me to highlight that your names will not be canon in the world of Alagaësia. As much as we would have liked to make it happen, inserting modern names into the world would have been very problematic for any number of reasons, and “Alagaës-ifying” all of them would have been such a massive undertaking (making the changes, getting them approved, making sure we got them right in the book, etc.) that it just wouldn’t be feasible. However, they will forever and always be an official part of an official WORLD OF ERAGON project, for the first and possibly only time.

Additionally, while Christopher will be signing each book and will provide lore for each of the battles, I have to highlight that this, like Saphira, is a Wraithmarked Creative endeavor, not a Christopher Paolini one. Christopher will have a hand in every part of the design, artist selection, etc., but at the end of the day final responsibility for the project and product is Wraithmarked Creative’s responsibility, just like it is for the Saphira model.

When Does It Launch

We aren’t 100% sure if it will be June or July 2025, but it will be the first Tuesday of one of those two months at 9am EST.

[shadowknightapologist]

the whole lord vs kings thing doesn't make sense to me.

i still have to rewatch and makes notes so maybe i'll understand then but like... lords function like small-scale kings? LIKE. they make all the decisions, the guards answer to and protect them above all else, and the title is inheritable (levin becomes lord after aphmau, both garroth and nicole were heirs to their "villages" as the oldest child of the current lord, cadenza takes over metelli from hayden, lucinda takes over pikorro from luke until hailey comes in iirc). that feels like king stuff/absolute power?? and if the difference is supposed to be the people can overthrow the lord, well... people can overthrow a king, too.

it's very possible i've forgotten smth that makes it make sense so i'd love to have a conversation 🙏🙏 but currently i don't really understand the difference 💀 i could understand if the lore was that modern lords are becoming more like kings (like garte), but without knowing/remembering what the previous responsibilities and powers of a lord were, it's kind of a pointless plot point LMAO

[superectojazzmage]

There's been a number of posts observing the "isn't this superhero stuff so dumb?" syndrome that a lot of modern superhero media has. Where the creators are basically weirdly insecure about the fact that they're making something based on comic books and either refuse to take it seriously or strip out anything even slightly fantastical in favor gritty "realism" so nobody will think they're not serious filmmakers. And I just wanted to observe the patient zero of this phenomena, the case study that is Batman.

Because, for decades now, live-action adaptations of Batman have been so utterly terrified of being seen as remotely similar to the Adam West or Joel Schumacher versions - or really, most of the original Batman comics in general - that they obsessively try to scrub out (in a very superficial way) anything about the series that could be seen as fantastical, strange, or even just lighthearted. Every single Batman live-action adaptation after Batman And Robin has absolutely no hook beyond "it's Batman but TOTALLY GRITTY AND DARK AND REALISTIC AND NOT LIKE THOSE DUMB COMICS".

All of Batman's family and friends except Alfred will be thrown away, with the creators proudly boasting about how they'll never do Robin or Ace because sidekicks ruin the grounded maturity of a rich guy dressing up as a bat. All of Batman's less "mundane" enemies will be ignored or reimagined as mundane criminals; no Killer Croc, no Hugo Strange, no Maxie Zeus, just movie after movie of Joker but he shoots people instead of telling jokes or Riddler but he shoots people instead of telling riddles or Penguin but he shoots people instead of liking birds. All the decades of lore and worldbuilding around Gotham will be disregarded in favor or depicting it as just a vaguely defined crappy city that looks and feels no different from whatever city the film was shot in. Any stories that are even mildly "weird" will go unadapted or have all it's fantasy elements removed, so seminal arcs like Strange Apparitions or Knightfall or Night Of The Owls will be discarded or neutered in favor of endless repeats of the mob subplots in Year One and Long Halloween, nobody caring that they're locking themselves out of something like 90% of the Batcanon.

And, as alluded to previously, it's all done in a very shallow way that often ends up making things LESS realistic. Batman will always just be some asshole alone in his manor with nobody but Alfred for company, even though realistically he would absolutely NEED that huge family/support network of sidekicks and techies to achieve anything at all beyond dressing up in a costume and getting shot by the first guy he fights. There can be no "silly" characters but the creators desperately want to pretend that a furry beating up a clown is like The Wire. And even the more comic book elements are adapted, they'll be either altered in ways that make them unrecognizable for that precious faux-realism or have their unusual nature downplayed severely.

Just look at the Nolan movies; in his desperation to seem "serious", Nolan did stuff like having Bane not use a super-steroid or wear a luchador outfit, not caring that he was usually replacing the supervillain gimmicks with ideas that were even stupider and less real, like Bane wearing a mask to constantly huff painkillers yet somehow not being a crippled addict like such a thing would render him in real life. And Nolan likewise used the League of Assassins Shadows but was simultaneously crazed to avoid or downplay the supernatural aspects of that group in the comics, so Ra's is just some guy who presumably inherited his title and this secret ninja organization totally doesn't have magic or anything, shut up, and also them being an ancient cult will be remanded to, like, a single brief conversation than never mentioned again.

The consequences of this kind of thinking are becoming especially apparent with Matt Reeves' take. Reeves was a subscriber to that ideology of Batman having to be a bleak street crime drama instead of a colorful superhero, but also tried to pay lip-service to the Twitter discourse about Batman beating up poor people instead of being a symbol of hope. And now he's left himself trapped in this catch-22 where he can't adapt the vast majority of stories from the comics because they're too goofy and fantastical in the eyes of Hollywood but also has to keep playing into this idea of Batman as not just being a scowling brooder who goes out at night to beat endless waves of criminals into comas without making a meaningful change. The best he could manage is a mini-series about Penguin that, while not bad, has basically nothing to do with Batman as a series whatsoever and indeed has to bend over backwards to not acknowledge Batman's existence outside of a five-second shot in the final episode. The proper sequel to Reeves' Batman is stuck in pre-production hell, very probably straining to come up with something that hasn't been done before, isn't weird, and doesn't have Batman being overly dark. Good fucking luck with that.

It's especially bad because the animated and video game adaptations DON'T do this shit and embrace the crazier aspects of Batman as a series, and it works out great and produces works just as good or even better than the live action stuff. Batman The Animated Series wasn't afraid of adapting stuff like The Laughing Fish or Moon Of The Wolf alongside grittier arcs. The Arkham games had Batman punching sharks and dollotrons unironically and those are fantastic. Shows like The Brave And The Bold or Beware or Caped Crusader gleefully embrace stuff from all ages of Batman history and are better for it.

Something has to give on the live-action front. We need a Batman movie that dares to go beyond maybe three miniseries from the 80s, otherwise we're just wasting time and the potential of Batman as a character, whose success is partially owed to his ability to slot into all kinds of adventures.

[modern-inheritance]

Arya finding Glen and presenting him to the Varden like "Look at this fluffy little newbie I picked up, I've tried telling him it's going to be hell but I like him he makes me mlem."

and Glen is just smiling like 'Hello humans! I are medic, I've done much study on your frail structusir is that your humerus sticking out of your arm I shall tend to it and oh this is so so cool I've only ever seen PICTURES of compound fractures–'

This is probably my favourite photo on the internet