#noro azure

[snowwy-sprites]

More doodle heads!

In order, left to right: Row 1: Zia Azure, Zephyr Azure, Autumn Azure Row 2: Xano Azure, Azalea Azure, Saffron Azure Row 3: Kietano Azure, Noro Azure, Kuta Etukama

#zia azure #zephyr azure #autumn azure #xano azure #azalea azure #saffron azure #kietano azure #noro azure #kuta etukama #humans #doodles

[cosmerelists]

Cosmere Characters! You just spilled wine on your favorite shirt--what will you do??

Navani: I will politely excuse myself and go change, of course. Why--what else would someone do?

Steris: First, I would not panic. Next, I would utter one of the jokes I had prepared in advance in case of a party faux-pas, chosen based on my level of acquaintance and relative social ranking to the witnesses. Post-joke, I would excuse myself to the washroom, use the small bottle of detergent I keep in my bag at all times, and see if the outfit can be salvaged. If not, then I would change the smallest total percentage of my outfit as possible while still removing the offending stain. Then, I can return to the party and use the re-entry-after-a-faux-pas joke, and move on.

Wayne: Can I just suck it out of my shirt?

Steris: ...

Wayne: What? Waste of good wine, that is!

Zahel: Leave it. Maybe then people will think I am some sort of messy drunk and FINALLY leave me alone.

Azure: Dab it with a napkin, deal with it later. I generally have more important things going on. 

Noro (whispering): Highmarshal Azure is always so cool!!

Lightsong: I’d pretend it was on purpose to see if I can make dumping wine on your front a trend--after all, a god did it.

Blushweaver: Oh no, I guess my shirt will simply have to come off.

Szeth: I am used to being stained.

Szeth: Usually it’s blood, though. Not wine.

Nightblood: Yeah! Just cover the wine with the blood of evil-doers!

Szeth: That is not quite what I was saying, sword-nimi. 

Moash: If you spend your days breaking rocks and killing gods, you don’t have to worry about trivial things like spilled wine.

Moash: And who has a favorite shirt, anyway? 

Elend: I assume this is at a party, in which case, by holding a book protectively before me at all times, no one will notice!

Vin: Foolproof, really.

Elend: I know!

Elhokar: I would simply say that the wine was poisoned.

Elhokar: Not that anyone ever BELIEVES me!

Jasnah: I have not spilled wine since I was five, but I suppose that if it happened, I could simply soulcast it to smoke.

Veil: I mean--is it even really a party if you haven’t gotten sloppy drunk enough to spill?

Siri: I assume I would be immediately mobbed by servants, stripped and changed, and then that outfit would be ritually burned.

Siri: You know, a normal day.

Adolin: Oh! Oh! I know this!

Adolin: You can use vinegar to remove the stain and then wash the clothes as normal.

Shallan: Time to bury that once-favorite shirt deep, deep underground where it will never see the light of day.

Kaladin: Oooh--that’s smart. The knowledge may torment you forever, but at least it won’t bother anyone else!

Shallan: What torment? It’s buried. It’s gone. I’ve already forgotten.

Kaladin: Wow. That’s so cool--I wish I could do that.

Adolin: WHAT ARE YOU TWO TALKING ABOUT?!

#cosmerelists #cosmere #Navani #Steris #Wayne #Zahel #Azure #Noro #Lightsong #Blushweaver #Szeth #Nightblood #Moash #Eledn #Vin #Elhokar #Jaznah #Veil #Siri #Adolin #Shallan #Kaladin

[leenmangaka]

Noro

This is also an important original character in the novel I'm working on, called Scars Of Truth. That I'm hoping in the future to draw a webtoon for

Name: Noro

Age: 11-12 yrs/o

Gender: male.

Personality: serious, calm, collected, emotionless, cold, no BS, has trust issues, a good actor, definitely older than he looks, also wiser, considers himself a tool.

Characteristics:

Hair: white with a little artistic shade of beige and pale powdery blue, silky and soft, a little messy on the left side.

Eyes: silvery ashy light blue. Just a little bit and they'd look like a mirror. (Shades of purple added for artistic touch)

Skin: very very pale fair skin. Blush: should be a shade of orangish rose.

Notes: a white child from the Blue Moon clan not only that but a non-belonging child, which oooh boy causes lots of conflicts between the four great clans/ the moon clans, he can cause another great war if his existence was revealed, as naturally he belongs to no clan and all clans at the same time, so naturally all of the four great clans would fight to have him, he's a one in a 200 hundred years white child, a non-belonger.

He's my adorable baby 🌟

Also me: how about I kill him?.. No?

The one on the right (dirty platinum hair and brownish skin, and beautiful azure eyes) is actually just a "what if" imagine by me, what if Noro wasn't a white child, or simply belonged to one of the clans (details about what "belonging" is or what "white children" are, would be explained in my novel). Oooor.. should I explain here?

In a world based on clans divisions mostly revolving around species. Clans worshiping the moon, or "the great moon spirit" to be exact have existed. Four clans had formed, well the four great clans.

"White children", also called "chosen ones" or "gifted ones" isn't at all related to race, as people from all colours can be born as white children, their skin would just be coloured paler. White children's unique characteristics are that they have pale skin, white hair and silver eyes, every ten years a white child in each of the four clans is born.

It's after they are four years old that they go through the "belonging" stage. Their ""original"" colours start to slowly fade in as they regain the colours they were originally (genetically) were supposed to be born with and so does a mark appear along with it. It's the belonging mark, a sign of which of the four clans the child belongs to, which in most cases is usually just the clan they were born in.

White children are considered national precious treasures and blessings from the moon spirit. As well as their unique special abilities each is born with. Their families would be highly rewarded. Some were even used in war. They connected the clans together. The blessings.

Until 250 years ago..

A woman of the Blue Moon clan attempted black sorcery on her unborn. To be born one of the blessed. And she would become rich. The girl, much to her joy, was born a white.. until her forth year passed and so her fifth.. and she showed no signs of belonging, nor did her colours change in shade. Until her 14th year, a war between the clans broke out to claim her who she belongs to no one and everyone, greed.. On her 16th she disappeared, no one knew what happened to that girl.

Yet here he is, Noro. A non-belonger, born from cursed blood and origin, abandoned at six and hidden away in a temple room among the Blue Moons for many years. Existence concealed and hidden from the world.

#degitaldrawing #drawing #Noro #OC #original story #backstory #if it's too long then deal with it #SOT

[armaxlucis]

📖

SEND 📖 AND I’LL WRITE A SNIPPET FROM MY MUSES’ STORY

//aaa thaaank

Chapter 1 page 3 ::  Lucea and Haguma’s first interaction. 

He wanted to fight the Noros, and kill them if even just one. Because he simply cannot forgive what they did to his innocent sister.

“… Though.” Haguma muttered to himself. No matter how much he wanted to kill them, he knew that he was powerless. He wasn’t a mage that was able to set flames out of nothing, or do some other witchcraft. He was just a simple, powerless young brat that couldn’t even land a scratch to the Noros if they were to appear.

“Haha… Just how pathetic can I be?” He told himself as he waited for the traffic lights to go green at the crossing. When the lights finally light up for him and he crossed with some of other people, he suddenly felt a strange vibe that flowed through him.

Like a moth attracted to light.    

He quickly turned around to seek for the thing that is giving out that vibe. But he couldn’t pinpoint where it came from. He was stuck in the crossing and there were quite a few people to pinpoint where it is coming from.  

Haguma didn’t think twice and started to give a chase, passing through the crowds and into the shops streets. He turned around, trying to guess where the vibe came from. But there was no indication. At least, until he spotted a pale golden haired figure dressed in a navy blue uniform with golden linings Haguma had never seen before. It gives off the vibe of a private academy, though. The figure was walking casually with his hands in his pocket. Determined that he was what gave Haguma the strange feeling, Haguma ran to chase after the long haired boy and caught him by the arm.

“Wait!” Haguma called and turned so he could see his face. To Haguma’s surprise, the other boy stopped and smiled to him. “Congratulations.” The slightly shorter pale boy with azure eyes spoke with a sly smile.

#veraban-rogue

[preservationandruin]

Oathbringer Liveblog Part Three, Chapters 77-82

Well, now that I’m somewhat recovered, let’s go on. (I wasn’t kidding about the last part upsetting me; I know I’m hyperbolic very often, but I was actually shaking and crying and couldn’t keep reading). 

Anyway. That’s behind us and lives only in our nightmares. On with the book. 

Kaladin learns more about Highmarshal Azure, who I remain very gay for; Veil attends the world’s least exciting orgy; I create bullshit memes; Kal gains an army, and Shallan gets some much-needed therapy and a heart-to-heart. 

Kal is running into a shelter from the Everstorm, making it in. They blow in slower than highstorms, but are less easy to predict. Also, looks like Syl hasn’t given up her old windspren-esque trick of sticking people’s shoes to the floor. He’s meeting up with Adolin and Shallan, and he’s picked up on the fact that Shallan sometimes seems to have a thing for him and other times is totally happy with Adolin. 

At some point Shallan is going to have to deal with all this persona shit. Anyway, Kaladin hates being in stormshelters, of course, and we get that Elhokar is working on his plans through the storm. Adolin even notes that he’s doing much, much better than anyone hoped. 

I’m...I’m really proud of Elhokar. He’s dedicated himself to something--to reclaiming his city and rescuing his wife and child--and he’s actually managing to pull it off well. 

Anyway, Kaladin has learned that the wall guard is somehow producing food, they might have a Soulcaster, and that they seized emerald stores in the city. Also, Kal notes that Azure is “tough to read” and I’m still very gay for them. 

(my roommate, summing up my feelings on Azure: A woman who can kick my ass? Yes please!) 

Anyway, Kal thinks she might have an honorblade. Adolin is looking at Kaladin’s issued side sword, and we get this: 

“Longer...like Shardblades?” Kaladin asked.  “Well, yes, they break all kinds of rules,” Adolin waved the sword through a few motions, then sheathed it. “I like this highmarshal of yours.”  “It’s not even her weapon,” Kaladin said, taking it back.  “You boys done comparing your swords?” Shallan asked. 

I....I just.... Listen. What happens here is Adolin takes and expertly uses Kaladin’s sword and then Shallan makes an unsubtle dick joke. Retroactively making the exchange...much more suggestive. I’m just saying that’s literally the conversation. 

(sorry, I couldn’t resist) 

Anyway, back to the rational analysis. Shallan got a copy of the book Mythica, which attributes personalities to the Unmade. That could be useful. And, although I am attempting to deal with this without screeching, Brandon throws this brick at my head: 

Yes, it was uncomfortable to watch [Adolin and Shallan.] Kaladin liked them both...just not together. 

I’m JUST SAYING, KALADIN STORMBLESSED IS BI. 

Shallan, back with the book, notes that the book speaks of nine unmade, although some sources recount ten. Shallan thinks that two, in fact, might be in the city-- Sja-anat, the Taker of Secrets, who corrupts spren--as we’ve been seeing in the city--and Ashertmarn, the Heart of the Revel. 

They’re discussing their possibilities in the city, and Kaladin sees a weird cremling. 

It had a multitude of legs, and a bulbous body, with a strange tan pattern on its back. 

Me: thinks about Dysian Aimians Me: 

Anyway, Adolin and Shallan go on a cute romantic walk...right after an Everstorm, which fucks with the ambiance, but it’s what they’ve got. Adolin was promised a viewing of Shallan’s sketches. 

Other Alethi couples kept their distance in public, but Adolin had been raised by a mother with a fondness for hugs. 

I’m so glad Adolin kept that quality even after Evi died. I’m so glad he’s remained a soft boy. 

Unfortunately, Shallan is considering making a new personality--someone who is “good enough” for Adolin, a “perfect bride.” The idea scares her, and I hope that she doesn’t do it. She’s experimenting with how far she can go with her powers. 

Nobody could see her. Had anyone ever seen her? She stopped on the street corner, wearing shifting faces and clothing, enjoying the sensation of freedom, clothed yet naked skin shivering at the wind’s kiss. Around her, people ducked into buildings, frightened. Just another spren, Shallan/Veil/Radiant thought. That’s what I am. Emotion made carnal. 

This seems bad. Shallan is losing herself more and more. Could it be the influence of one of the unmade? Sja-anat corrupts men as well as spren. 

Vathah, also, seems to have become one of Shallan’s squires--he puts a lightweaving on himself on accident. Vathah is almost overwhelmed by it all. Anyway, Veil is going to the revel, to try to infiltrate. She’s starting to forget that Veil is a persona--she says that it would be easier to discard Shallan than to discard Veil. 

She’s heading up the steps to the Oathgate platform. 

Anyway, Kaladin is on top of the wall. Usually he likes the air after storms--of course--but this one is all wrong. 

More about Azure. She always keeps her gloves on; she looks Alethi, and the knowledge that light orange is an Alethi eye color has opened up whole new worlds of OC creation for me. He goes to sit next to Azure and we cut back to Veil. 

I don’t trust when Brandon does quick cuts like this. It means something will go horribly wrong. It means that shit will go down. We’re a ways from the end of the Part, too, which means that a lot of shit might be going down between now and then. 

I trust nothing and nobody. 

All the people up here on the platform are “reborn,” given new names that they barely remember--Veil’s is Kishi. 

A variety of people passed by, occasionally scooping food off the tables with their bare hands. They laughed and shouted. Many had been ardents, marked by brown robes. Others were lighteyes, though their clothing had...decayed? it seemed a fitting word for these suits with missing jackets, havah dresses whose skirts were ragged from brushing the ground. Safehand sleeves ripped off at the shoulders and discarded somewhere.

This sounds like the world’s most dismal feast and orgy. 

Veil is hearing the voices again, but Pattern seems to be humming to counteract them. She notices--there are no visible servants. She’s also not allowed to go “inward” towards where the Oathgate control would be. 

“Everyone wants to go inward their first time,” he said. “You aren’t allowed. Enjoy this. Enjoy the feeling. It’s not our fault, right? We didn’t fail her. We were only doing what she asked. Don’t cause a storm, girl. Nobody wants that...” 

This is...this is the ardent who was supposed to train Pai, isn’t it. Also, this refrain--it’s not your fault, Moash, you only did what people do. It’s not your fault, you were only doing what she asked. It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault. 

Abdicating responsibility for peace of mind. Abdicating free will for comfort. Partying at the world’s worst revel while the city burns down around you. Nero fiddles while Rome burns and you can see so clearly where Sanderson got his inspiration, can’t you? You just have to look around at people. I’m not going to make this too real, but this apathy and excess--it exists. 

I think Shallan’s idea about the Midnight mother is right. I think they were people once, these Unmade. It explains why they’re the things people do and want to do, but twisted even worse. 

Anyway, the place that was once a prayer room is now used for “another sort of experience,” and honestly this book has had both Shallan and Dalinar impaled, I think we can say that people are fucking. 

Shallan takes a new face--Kishi means mystery. Fitting. She ducks a man going for her safehand drunkenly, and slips into the outer ring and through it, heading inward. I hope Pattern is with her--she sent him off to distract her guard/guide, but it didn’t say he came back. I hope he did. 

I don’t want her going into this alone. 

Kaladin is sitting with Azure and have I mentioned that I don’t trust when Sanderson cuts between two characters in rapid succession through a chapter because I know what he’s doing here. 

Kaladin asks Azure about her Shardblade, why she is so sure nobody will take it. She asks, in return, about his shash brand. 

“How did you end up in the city?” Azure said. “Sadeas’s lands are far to the north. There are several armies of Voidbringers between here and there, by report.”  “I flew. How about you, sir? You couldn’t have been in the city long before the siege began; nobody talks of you earlier than that time. They say you appeared right when the guard needed you.”  “Perhaps I was always here, but merely blended in.” 

Also, I love how Kaladin just blatantly tells the truth about how he got in here, but it sounds like he’s bullshitting. I suspect that Azure, too, is telling the truth in a way that sounds like bullshit. 

Kaladin looked her in the eyes. “Why won’t you let anyone talk about the fact that you’re a woman, Azure? Noro, don’t faint. You’ll embarrass us all.”

Turns out, the officers came up with that all on their own--so Azure does refer to herself as a woman. Good to know. Also, this is what I suspected. Anyway, she asks if Kaladin was “chasing her” but before he can answer, drums sound. Attack on the wall. 

Over to Shallan/Radiant/Veil/Kishi again. This inner ring is...unnerving. 

A woman with long hair dragging on the ground looked toward her, grinning with clenched teeth and bleeding gums. She crawled, one hand after another, her havah shredded, faded. She was followed by a man wearing rings glowing with Stormlight, in contrast to his ripped clothing. He giggled incessantly.  The food on the tables here rotted, and was infested with decayspren. 

Yet again, Pattern has to break her from the thrall of the Revel. She keeps going inward, noting that the voices are combining into a rhythm. 

Into a heartbeat. 

She stepped between the buildings and entered a moonlit square, colored violet from Salas above. Instead of the control building, she found an overgrown mass. Something had covered the entire structure, like the Midnight Mother had enveloped the gemstone pillar beneath Urithiru. The dark mass pulsed and throbbed. Black veins as thick as a man’s leg ran from it and melded with the ground nearby. A heart. It beat an irregular rhythm, bum-ba-ba-bum instead of the common ba-bum of her own heartbeat.  Give in.  Join the revel. Shallan, listen to me.  She shook herself. That last voice had been different. She’d heard it before, hadn’t she?  She looked to the side, and found her shadow on the ground, pointed the wrong way, toward the moonlight instead of away from it. The shadow crept up the wall, with eyes that were white holes, glowing faintly. 

That’s in response to literally everything up there. Shadows independantly moving and talking? Heart buildings with veins going into the ground? No! No thank you!

Veil forcibly re-asserts control as the wall drums sound and jumps off the Oathgate platform. 

The epigraph notes that the Unmade “can perhaps be captured like ordinary spren. It would require a special prison. And Melishi.” 

Who’s Melishi? 

Anyway, Kal’s headed up to the wall again. 

“Damnation these creatures!” Azure muttered. “I’m missing something. Like white on black...”

Oh my god.  Like white on black. The same term Zahel used. 

She chose Azure as a name. She has a weird sword. She said she blended in...oh my god. I know who she is. 

HELLO, VIVENNA!

Anyway, both Azure and Kaladin yell “Who are you???” at each other and then mutually decide to leave that conversation for another time because oh shit, the Fused. He rallies multiple squads, not wanting to call the screamers with his lashing or reveal his Radiance. 

And then one of these motherfuckers tries to lash him. 

(my memes are old and my humor is bad, put up with me gang) 

Being Kaladin, of course, he’s totally used to directions that are not “the earth” being “down” and reorients himself not to crash into anyone and to be fine. He also manages to time it so he can crash the fuck into the Voidbringer before it attacks Beard and the others. 

“Leave. My. Men. Alone!”  Kaladin clung to the clothing of the monster, spinning in the air dozens of feet above the dark city, sparkling with the light of spheres in windows or lanterns. The Voidbringer Lashed them higher, falsely assuming that the more height it had, the more advantage it would gain over Kaladin. 

Oh, buddy. 

He’s pulled out Syl as a knife, but is refraining from drawing in Stormlight, not wanting to give himself away. Kaladin Stormblessed no-powers fighting a Voidbringer in the sky. This is kickass. 

And he cuts into its heart, with Syl’s advice, and kills it; the pair of them slam into the wall. 

Anyway, he heads down to talk to Azure. He’s sort of taken control of his squad. 

He found Azure surveying the Eighth Platoon’s losses near their guard tower. She had her cloak off and held oddly in  one hand, wrapped around her forearm, with part of it draping down below. Her unsheathed Shardblade glittered, long and silvery. 

I’m in love with her. And she uses another distinct color metaphor-- “I’d bet my red life on it.” It turns out that the Voidbringers used the storm to march their entire army close--they’ll attack before the next highstorm. Kaladin summons Syl as a blade for Azure. 

“I’m here,” Kaladin said, resting the Sylblade on his shoulder, “on orders from King Elhokar and the Blackthorn. It’s my job to save Kholinar. And it’s time you started talking to me.”  She smiled at him. “Come with me.” 

Back over to Shallan, of course, to prolong whatever Azure is going to say. We get an interesting note from the epigraphs: 

Ba-Ado-Mishram has somehow Connected with the parsh people, as Odium once did. She provides Voidlight and facilitates forms of power. Our strike team is going to imprison her. 

So that’s...interesting. 

Veil goes back to visit Grund, the child she’s been feeding--she notes that he’s lying, and neither she nor Pattern can piece together why. She turns herself to look like a market guard and doubles back--and hears two men talking, and one of them hitting Grund. 

It turns out that Veil giving food to Grund drew attention. Thugs killed his friends, then made him wait for her so they could take the food. It turns out--this is what’s been happening to everyone she tries to help. 

It startles her so much that she falls from Veil into Shallan. She was being played the entire time, causing people pain when she wanted to help. Grund died. 

Back over to Kaladin. 

Apparently, they lined the walls of the room they use for Soulcasting with “metal”--going out on a hunch here, saying it’s aluminum--from Hoid’s recommendation. Ithi, the soulcaster, and her sister trade off the soulcaster, working constantly. She then demands to know how Kaladin alone is supposed to save Kholinar. 

“There’s a device in Kholinar,” he said, “of ancient design. It can instantly transport large groups of people across great distances.” He turned toward Azure and the others. “The Kholin armies wait to join us here. All we need to do is activate the device--something that only a select few people can do.”  The soldiers looked stunned--all but Azure, who perked up. “Really? You’re serious?”  Kaladin nodded.  “Great! Let’s get this thing working! Where is it?”  Kaladin took a deep breath. “Well, that happens to be the problem...”  

Don’t it always seem to go. Anyway, back to Shallan. 

She huddled someplace. She’d forgotten where.  For a while she’d been...everybody. A hundred faces, cycling one after another. She searched them for comfort. Surely she could find someone who didn’t hurt.  All the nearby refugees fled, naming her a spren. They left her with those hundred faces, in silence, until her Stormlight died off.  That left only Shallan. Unfortunately.  Darkness. A candle snuffed out. A scream cut off. With nothing to see, her mind provided images.  Her father, his face turning purple as she strangled him, singing a lullaby. Her mother, dead with burned eyes.  Tyn, run through by Pattern.  [...] The lie that was Veil became suddenly manifest. She hadn’t lived on the streets and she didn’t know how to help people. Pretending to have experience didn’t mean she actually did. 

It’s all come crashing down at once, hasn’t it. Wit comes to find her with a sphere, sitting in silence. He says that the murderer of the child was seen to; he helped make sure of it. 

“You tried to help the people of the market. You mostly failed. This is life. The longer you live, the more you fail. Failure is the mark of a life well lived. In turn, the only way to live without failure is to be of no use to anyone. Trust me, I’ve practiced.”  She sniffled, looking away.  “I have to become Veil to escape the memories, but I don’t have the experience that she pretends to have. I haven’t lived her life.”  “No,” Wit said softly. “You’ve lived a harsher one, haven’t you?”  “Yet still, somehow, a naive one.” 

I’m--I’m really glad that Hoid seems to have fallen haphazardly into a strange mentor role for Shallan. That he cares about her and will find her when she’s curled up in a building in the middle of a panic attack and help talk her through it. It’s a human side to him that we don’t see often--but he’s had it around her since she was a child and he tried to get her to start Lightweaving again. 

I think it might be, in part, because as he’s said--trying to help people is hard. But she’s someone that he can help. 

Shallan knows she needs to go back to the shop; she knows she’ll just repress this with everything else she ignores. And Wit tells her a story. 

“Have you heard the story of the Girl Who Looked Up?”  Shallan didn’t reply. “It’s a story from long ago,” Wit said. He cupped his hands around the sphere on the floor. “Things were different in that time. A wall kept out the storms, but everyone ignored it. All but one girl, who looked up one day, and contemplated it.”  “Why is there a wall?” Shallan whispered.  “Oh, so you do know it? Good.” He leaned down, blowing at the crem dust on the floor. It swirled up, making a figure of a girl. it have the brief impression of her standing before a wall, but then disintegrated back into dust. He tried again, and it swirled a little higher this time, but still fell back to dust.  “A little help?” he asked. He pushed a bag of spheres across the ground toward Shallan.  [...] “Hmmm,” Wit said. “Not bad. But it’s not dark enough.”  “What?”  “I thought you knew the story,” Wit said, tapping the air. The color and light bled from her illusion, leaving them standing in the darkness of night, lit only by a frail set of stars. The wall was an enormous blot before them. “In these days, there was no light.”  “No light...”  “Of course, even without light, people had to live, didn’t they? That’s what people do. I hasten to guess it’s the first thing they learn how to do. So they lived in the darkness, farmed in the darkness, ate in the darkness.” 

He goes on with the story--the girl being told she shouldn’t go beyond the wall or she’ll die. He asks Shallan if the girl is brave or stupid--says she’s both. Shallan says it’s not stupid to ask questions and try to learn things; Shallan asks what he’s trying to teach her, and he says he’s an artist, not a teacher. 

“Weren’t we in the middle of a story about a girl climbing a wall?” Shallan asked. “Yes, but that part takes forever,” he said. “I’m finding things to occupy us.”  “We could just skip the boring part.”  “Skip?” Wit said, aghast. “Skip part of a story?”  Shallan snapped her fingers, and the illusion shifted so that they stood atop the wall in the darkness. The girl in the scarves finally--after toiling many days--pulled herself up beside them.  “You wound me,” Wit said. “What happens next?” “The girl finds steps,” Shallan said. “And the girl realizes that the wall wasn’t to keep something in, but to keep her and her people out.”  “Because?”  “Because we’re monsters.”  Wit stepped over to Shallan, then quietly folded his arms around her. She trembled, then twisted, burying her face in his shirt.  “You’re not a monster, Shallan,” Wit whispered. “Oh, child. The world is monstrous, at times, and there are those who would have you believe that you are terrible by association.”  “I am.”  “No. For you see, it flows the other direction. You are not worse for your association with the world, but it is better for its association with you.” 

I’m taking a break here because--holy shit, gang, this is so important. The world can be awful and brutal and hard, and sometimes being in the world is awful and brutal and hard, but you make it better. 

By living, by talking, by making art, by surviving one day at a time, you make the world a better place--it doesn’t make you worse. And that’s true no matter what you’ve lived through or had to do. 

“What do I do, Wit?” She whispered. “I know...I know I shouldn’t be in so much pain. I had to...” She took a deep breath. “I had to kill them. I had to. But now I’ve said the words, and I can’t ignore it anymore. So I should...should just die too, for having done it...”  Wit waved to the side, toward where the girl in the scarves still overlooked a new world. What was that long back she had set down beside her?  “So you remember,” Wit said gently, “the rest of the story?”  “It’s not important. We found the moral already. The wall kept people out.”  “Why?”  “Because...” What had she told Pattern before, when she’d been showing him this story? “Because,” Wit said, pointing, “beyond the wall was God’s Light.”  It burst alight in a sudden explosion: a brilliant and powerful brightness taht lit the landscape beyond the wall. Shallan gasped as it shone over them. 

So the girl took the light, and brought it back to her people, and it brought the storms--but each storm in turn renewed the light. And people, even though it was harder now, didn’t want to go back--because now, they could see. 

Wit makes illusions of Shallan, saying that a lot has happened to that poor girl--Shallan says that other people have suffered more and get along “fine,” which is. God, that’s so relateable. I have to be okay because other people have it worse and they’re fine. 

But they’re not, and that’s not what it’s about. 

“Poor fool,” Shallan whispered. “Everything she tries only makes the world worse. She was broken by her father,  then broke herself in turn. She’s worthless, Wit.” She gritted her teeth, found herself sneering. “It’s not really her fault, but she’s worthless.” 

I’m glad even Shallan, even here at her most self-loathing, recognizes that her father was  a horrible person. Yeah, he had to go through some shit too, but that doesn’t justify the immense amount of abuse he visited on others. 

Anyway, Wit asks about the other illusory Shallan--Shallan says it’s the same, gives it the same memories--and it forgives itself. And Shallan recoils from that feeling of forgiveness as though she was burned. 

“It’s terrible,” Wit said, stepping up beside her, “to have been hurt. It’s unfair, and awful, and horrid. But Shallan...it’s okay to live on.”  She shook her head.  “Your other minds take over,” he whispered, ���because that look so much more appealing. You’ll never control them until you’re confident in returning to the one who birthed them. Until you accept being you.”  “Then I’ll never control it.” She blinked tears.  “No,” Wit said. He nodded toward the version of her still standing up. “You will, Shallan. If you do not trust yourself, can you trust me? For in you, I see a woman more wonderful than any of the lies. I promise you, that woman is worth protecting. You are worth protecting.” 

THIS! IS! SO! IMPORTANT!

Accept the pain, but don’t accept that you deserved it. That’s what he leaves her with. 

And she walks back, Veil’s outfit but Shallan’s body, and Adolin sees her--immediately hugs her while kind of rambling about how worried he was although he knew better than to be worried because he’s unkillable and have I mentioned that Adolin Kholin is a pure ray of sunshine and light--and then looks at her outfit. 

“Nice,” Adolin said. “Shallan, that’s sharp. The red on white.” He stepped back, nodding. “Did Yoska make that for you? Let me see the hat on.” 

And, of course, he loves it. Starts offering suggestions. Suggests her wearing a sword with it. 

And then Kaladin shows up with, uhhhhhhh, the ENTIRE WALL GUARD. 

Adolin sighed softly. “Of course. He’s probably their leader now or something. Storming bridgeboy.” 

I love that Adolin is just like well, of course. Leave Kaladin alone for a few days and he has somehow gathered an army who listens to him. Typical. It’s even funnier because it’s honestly true. 

The soldiers grew hushed as they saw Adolin, then the king, who was already dressed. 

I...I’m dying a little over the fact that the narration decided it needed to specify that Elhokar had clothes on. 

Like, we could have probably assumed that, but it’s Elhokar, so it was like. We’d better reassure them that yes, Elhokar does look like a presentable human being. 

Well, anyway, they have an army now. 

#oathbringer spoilers #stormlight archive liveblog #veil doing ghostthings #to be unmade you have to be made #one does not simply lash kaladin stormblessed

[daisukeh]

Just One Step - ISSEI NORO INSPIRITS

一般的に、ほとんどの人間は1日25時間働けない。個人的に働けた時期があったが、同じことを他人に強いることはできない。とは言え、若いのなら精神論で突き進んで欲しい、よね…。「Ｉ💗 根性」

そういう自分は、Heroku&Azure&AWSの技術調査を業務外として認めてもらったが、深夜の開発作業は相当グレーである。まぁ、獲得したスキルはすべて自分の糧にしますけど！

#just-one-step #noro-issei

[mistralrunner]

Running Reads Oathbringer: Part III.III

This part was a lot. I’m kind of drained. In a good way?

Spoilers for pages 686-751 below.

Free food is a good thing.

So stuff in the tower was failing before the Radiants left hmm

"The storm was a primal dance, an ancient song"

I really love these hints at music being deeply rooted in the magic of the world

Oh dear lashing is detectable not good

Same Kaladin same re: appreciating the long spear

Seriously the floating Voidbringer aesthetic

Oh no

Not a party

Sanderson needed an excuse for his fancy party scenes

I guess this is where Adolin will wear something other than a Kholin uniform

Adolin is freeee

Adolin calls him Kal?

Oh right Skar and Drehy saved Adolin after the battle with Eshonai glad to see they're friends now

Heh Kaladin's uncomfortable with false faces

Kaladin's feelings are relatable. I'm glad he is having more good days though. But it is hard to think that on the bad days.

Punchy guys pfft

I support Adolin and Kaladin being friends

Ah Kaladin being uncomfortable with being lighteyed

Oh no Kaladin you're ditching the plan already?

Is the Identity tied to Kaladin's brands so strong that the illusion failed or did he take in the Stormlight? Or something else took it? Or do you simply have to want the illusion for it to work.

Well, Kaladin actually may accomplish his mission but no one knows where he is oops. Oh wait Syl's around.

The Sibling? Division among the Radiants that was more significant than before? Perceived worthiness? Give me all the Radiant backstory.

Now will the Highmarshal actually be cool or is Kaladin going to be horribly disappointed

Well that's uncomfortable. “I'm going to avoid the lighteyes tent cause “ don't feel comfy there but hey this place is nice...and is also full of lighteyes”

It was said that the cities had a lot of low nahn lighteyes

It does make me more suspicious of this group though

Ooh the Cult of Moments tried to seize the gates

Hmm Radiant or something else odd about Azure

If he's not even from around here

Ugh I want to believe he's good but suspicion is healthy

Highmarshal Azure is female?

I LOVE HER ALREADY

Silver basket sword?

A Herald? Or a Radiant? Or a Worldhopper?

Well I'm glad Lyn and co got armed

So Azure knows her stuff about the Alethi wars prior to the Everstorm

Aaaa Kaladin thinking of Sah and co

He's going to be hurt so much if/when he finds out what happened

I'm guessing she's a Stoneward? I mean it’s not like the orders beyond Windrunners and Stonewards didn’t fight but those two are the best candidates

Woah did we actually skip a party scene? Or will there be more

“A Sign of Humanity” is a promising chapter title but I don't trust it

Nuuu Evi crying

Well at least Dalinar feels bad but still

Evi. Deserves. Better.

I keep forgetting that rockbuds can grow that large

Dalinar it's not about Evi admiring you. It's about her crying and being miserable because of your choices and deserving better

Go Evi for being the one with a conscience and praying for the rebels

Ugh rule by the sword cause clearly the Almighty favors battles ugh

"If they don't want to fight, they should give in to our rule"

Ughhhhhhh

How much does she notice of the Thrill

How much does the Thrill really have a grip on Dalinar

"Do not feed it."

She understands his duty but knows there's something deep soul wise at stake

The Thrill is not natural

Well at least he's talking first. It's been implied an atrocity happens here so probably not going to work.

"He builds. I destroy."

Oh dear

This is peak Blackthorn threatening

But he's trying!

A duel?

Wait

Oh that's why Sadeas was part of this memory

What game is he playing 

What game is Tanalan playing I'm confused

Well good for Edgedancers focusing on the displaced workers

Kholinar has a heartbeat? I mean it is ancient

Oh. Veil. Bleh.

Ooh Rockfall is pretty

Lightning should not do that yikes

"Veil took a deep breath, then let Shallan bleed back into existence"

That phrasing isn't worrying

Even with impersonating people she just met Shallan is going too deep this isn't good

Oh no even NPC is replacing her name pov this is aaaaaa not good

Ah food acquisition for the Cult infiltrating

Oh god she got tempted to entirely impersonate 

Shallan this is not good not good

Chulls aren't the best getaway vehicle

Well this is creepy and messed up if creative. 

I do find the voice impediment and the imperfect healing interesting cause I’m fond of fantasy healing that requires some degree of thought to work properly in certain cases

Aww Shallan is caring about people and not just greater good. I mean Veil. Ugh. Shallan.

Yay Wit is still in contact!

Aww the urchin she's in contact with also draws

Evernight is what they're calling Everstorms in the evening?

So the tower used to be protected from the Unmade? That does seem to be an important feature.

Yeah it is concerning that the protagonists are working so hard just to repel Unmade but they’ll probably just go somewhere else important

I like Beard

Kaladin joins yet another party but not as leader this time

So he has to periodically keep summoning Syl to keep the eye color?

Pfft disguised Adolin

Chouta!

Ah nuances of social stratification

Pfft Kaladin “It sure is nice being lighteyed as I, of course, have light eyes-like you, my eyes are lighter than the dark eyes of darkeyes”

Ah yes he does do the multiple summoning thing

And yet despite Kaladin not being great at lying he’s somehow pulling it off?

They're just all "you sweet summer child" to Kal

I feel like this is the book of Kaladin learning more perspectives and perhaps the next Windrunner ideal has to do with reconciliation cause protection isn't just fighting

Yeah the guard is disconnected from the people they supposedly protect

Yikes the cultists are self flagellating

They talked to the spren of the night?

Spren of changes and a new storm trying to supplant?

Yeah, really feel like Odium’s trying to replace all spren with his own

Would fit with his whole stance that he can’t leave the remnants of Honor around even though he already killed Honor

Ah Azure’s blade could still be an Honorblade

So is the Highmarshal just hiding identity or does Azure identify as a he?

Is there something deeper going on with Beard?

Oh god when you get close to the palace you hear voices beckoning you to join them and they can't take you unless you listen this is creepy

Pfft Kaladin's commander instincts

"Keep your head, and I suspect you'll end up as a squad leader before too long." He said it like a proud parent.

If only you knew Noro

Swiftspren? I like that name

Ooh are the gem colors related to the orders speaking cause sapphire is Windrunner that’s the only corresponding gem I know

Need to go back and look

Oh dear Shallan got a reputation

And of course it's attributed to a spren with the spren cult

I did not expect Shallan to become Robin Hood

Hey Pattern helping a few people is still good even if it's wrapped in a lie would be better if it wasn’t a lie of course

Although that does raise some concerns again about how the spren aren’t really about morality but about following oaths and how those limits can pose dangers even if they’re generally good guidelines

Shallan no what are you doing becoming Swiftspren in a city where things are already going weird with spren aaaaaaa

Like okay the costume is pretty cool

“A broken girl who lies” Who achieves so much and is so much more but only thinks it’s due to her not being herself.

Revel but of giving up and lethargy? That’s weird.

It's possibly anti Identity definitely anti fight against it

Oh no she's letting the voices in isn't she

Oh good she snapped out of it

I do think she's going to be vulnerable to this guy

But it knows her name not good

Oh nice one Shallan

Shallannnn "sometimes she felt like a thing wearing a human skin"

Aww Wit's leading cheerful songs

Why is he here though

Bad Veil no. No love triangle

There are different kinds of chouta?

Heh Elhokar finds Pattern familiar so it was Cryptics lurking around him in WoK

Aww giving Elhokar an inspiration drawing

“Only Red” does not bode well as a chapter title

Long distance runner elite archers are pretty cool

I want to know more about the Shin invasion

I'm concerned but I'm too happy and distracted about the description of these distance runners

30 miles a day is crazy. I mean I don’t know how different a Rosharan mile is from an Earth mile but still. That’s 210 miles/week. 100 mile weeks are crazy mileage. I’ve never crossed 50 miles/week without getting injured. But there are ultra runners around who I suspect do similar high mileage so it’s probably not unrealistic.

Anyways back to plot

Yeah about the trap I suspected

Well, that’s about the only way to make Dalinar's resolve to give into the Thrill worse

Nuuu not the distance runner elites

You were so cool even if your appearance was only for a few pages

But this took planning how did Tanalan know Dalinar would talk instead of fight

Is Evi involved? It doesn’t feel like she would do something like that.

Oh no Tanalan's men's eyes seemed to glow?

Thrill everywhere

Oh if the gemstone is cracked the Blade can't be dismissed?

Oh god he's going to go battlefrenzy with stab wounds and only a neck brace

Oh god the visions of armies of red mist

Like this is kind of cool cause any dramatic scene that has to do with traveling, walking, or running I have a weakness for but it’s so wrong and twisted

Oh scouts traitors

Oh shoot men, women, and children at the site of his great mercy yikes

l....

This is so horrible

I guess this is why we haven't heard of anyone from this place

Massacre

Just….

I should have known it was the logical

Conclusion of extreme after all

Boo Sadeas for encouraging it

Gavilar may not be the type of cruel to massacre a city of Alethi but he wanted to bring back a Desolation interesting how there are different kinds of evil

*hisses at Amaram being present here*

They're doing the bridgem-I mean ladder men here too really Dalinar

It really comes full circle from the Teleb scene and it's fitting Teleb is the one questioning this plan

The flamespren are altered? Not good.

Glad to know Dalinar had some shred of a conscience

The Thrill will never be satisfied

....

He actually did I suspected that was why he but I wasn't sure and aaaaa

You are nothing to the monster you unleash

Dalinar please take responsibility

He can hear screams

Like Szeth?

It's so poetic though

The warning signs when Dalinar slew some of his own men by accident

The fact that it shows how each person he slaughtered had meaning and weren't just faceless

I had suspected Dalinar killed Evi and that’s what messed him up so much about he death but I couldn't see Dalinar killing her by intent but couldn't think of how it would come accidentally on the battlefield

Dalinar killed his wife in the very place where he spared Tanalan and seized Oathbringer wtf

We haven't had a present day Dalinar pov since those memories came back and all of this came back didn't it ouch just as he was about to talk to his new wife

Yep I'm done for the night

Kind of just feel this deserves a pause in reading.

Wait one more thing

EVI. DESERVED. BETTER.

Okay now I’m done.

#running liveblogs #oathbringer spoilers #running reads oathbringer #and we still have so much more #before the climax #aaaaaaaa

[snowwy-sprites]

J for OC alphabet!!!

Jay Auron! My cowboy Demigod. He's one of my older characters (in terms of real life time) so he's got his fair share of lore. I'll just list his life story chronologically under the cut.

He doesn't remember anything from before he was 16 due to a complicated plot involving his deity parents being forced to divorce because of another deity, but what he was told after he woke up is that a loud bang was heard in the forest near a town, and when the townsfolk went to check it out they found this random unconscious teenager. When he woke up he didn't remember anything aside from his first name (Jay) and the basic being-a-person skills you learn as an infant. He was adopted by a family with a daughter the same age as him (Mika) who he quickly became friends with. He studied together with Mika and struggled in every subject except magic, which he excelled at to a suspicious degree. Rumors began swirling that he wasn't quite Human, and he was run out of town at 18 mainly by Mika.

After walking aimlessly for a while he came across a mystery cave that was tempting him to come in, and he went in (Note: don't do this in real life). At the end of the cave was a pool of water that felt secure enough to sleep next to, and since he was tired, he did. When he woke up there was a mystery lady (Aero) who looked kinda like him but before they could greet each other another mystery lady appeared, this time the God of Magic (Amiaru), and introduced herself as their mom and told them they were twins. She wasn't able to explain the missing memories they both had for reasons she also wasn't able to explain, but gave them the spell to teleport to her house.

Around 2,000 years later (he's got God blood due to his heritage, which makes you not age past adulthood as well as be unable to kill unless you're really trying) when he's living in Xierala he meets and marries an assassin lady (Evelyn) and they have a kid together (Ari), both of whom end up getting killed by another Demigod (Reaper) who's really tied up in the whole forced divorce shenanigans. Jay swears Reaper is one of the kids of Tykrin, the God of Shadows (he's not) because Tykrin was really up to meddling in mortals' business around this time. When the Emperor of Xierala goes missing Jay teams up with his son (Noro) on a rescue/revenge mission to the Void, where Tykrin lives and rules over. It's rather unsuccessful as Jay finds out Reaper's God parent is also Amiaru and Noro finds out his dad is dead, but at least they (Jay and Noro) become friends.

There's a period of about 10,000 years here where he doesn't do anything lore-relevant but I have his job listed as "bounty hunter" so maybe that. Eventually he finally meets his dad because the forced divorce plot was busted and re-alives Ari through unspecified shenanigans.

#jay auron #mika kiana #aero auron #amiaru auron #evelyn raiande #ari auron #reaper adrin #tykrin kaoto #noro azure #loreposting #anonymous #| Follow-up questions are welcome and appreciated #| Any more asks I get for this game or as follow-ups will be queued