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Sometimes you must capture the moment so those who come after can remember you and your legacy.

This week’s Posetober theme is Final Days! Submit your work to any of our platforms from now until October 31st using the hashtags #posetober and #posetober2020. Happy All Saints’ Wake!

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Let your quills sketch across the page in remembrance before these final days! 

Our last Inkposers theme is Final Days! Submit your work to any of our platforms from now until October 31st using the hashtags #inkposers and #inkposers2020. Happy All Saints’ Wake!

Example provided by the wonderful artist Maphe!

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Legends say if you are wearing the best costume, you get more candy…

This week’s Posetober theme is Trick or Treat! Submit your work to any of our platforms from now until October 25th using the hashtags #posetober and #posetober2020. Happy All Saints’ Wake!

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Trick or Treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat!! 


This week’s Inkposers theme is Trick or Treat! Submit your work to any of our platforms from now until October 25th using the hashtags #inkposers and #inkposers2020. Happy All Saints’ Wake!

Example provided by the wonderful artist Maphe!

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You are clutching your head, with no idea where to go from here…

This week’s Posetober theme is Delirium! Submit your work to any of our platforms from now until October 20th using the hashtags #posetober and #posetober2020. Happy All Saints’ Wake!

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Where am I? Who are you? What is this place? O-oh that’s right…

This week’s Inkposers theme is Delirium! Submit your work to any of our platforms from now until October 20th using the hashtags #inkposers and #inkposers2020. Happy All Saints’ Wake!

Example provided by the wonderful artist Maphe!

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Stand tall, stand proud, and let the world know the power that reigns!

This week’s Posetober theme is Villians! Submit your work to any of our platforms from now until October 15th using the hashtags #posetober and #posetober2020.

Happy All Saints’ Wake!

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Is your biggest fear the villains that stand in your way, or are you the true villain of the story?

This week’s Inkposers theme is Villians! Submit your work to any of our platforms from now until October 15th using the hashtags #inkposers and #inkposers2020. Happy All Saints’ Wake!

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Under a moonlit night within the Near Eastern nation of Radz-at-Han, the people and servants of the Higuri Regalia slumbered.  All save for one, however.  As the silvery light of Menphina illuminated the halls leading to the Mythrite Sultan’s bed chambers, a lone Lalafellin figure stood vigil.  Dressed in silvery-white, she felt the light of the Lover kiss her skin and golden hair.  She opened her eyes to gaze upon the star, revealing limpid aqua-blue orbs.


She greeted the moon with a grin, enjoying the silent scenery of the starlit sky.  Veeveena was her name, and though she is an Advisor to the Mythrite Sultan, she was his most loyal.  While most would be asleep at this hour, she ensured her lord’s safety by standing watch in case of unlikely assassins.


The silence would be broken a few ticks later, when footsteps were heard from the halls.  She turned her gaze to the source of the noise, waiting for the silhouette to be revealed before the moonlight.  “This otherwise dull night was going to become interesting,” she thought, and her hand slowly trailed down to part the folds of her dress, revealing a pair of bladed fans.  Without hesitation, she took one of them up, unfolded it to brandish the blades, and threw it into the darkness.


The steel glimmered in the moonlight, and as it struck the shadows… nothing happened.  No sound of a body hitting the floor.  Perhaps an apparition of sorts?  The only sound that followed was that of a voice as softer as voile silk.


“Very good, Veeveena. You are truly deserving of the epithet ‘the Visceral’.”


She gasped as the individual drew closer, revealing an ethereal beauty of a Lalafell woman wearing a Near Eastern dress of mythril blue and silver, with a veil to match. Her eyes were snow white, with hair of similar color that stopped past her upper back.  She grinned at Veeveena as she flashed the fan she threw, tossing it back her way.


Valide Sultan…!” Veeveena gasped as she instinctively caught the weapon. “My deepest apologies –“


“Now, now, Veeveena,” she interjected, “there is no need to apologize.  You were in the right to respond in such a way.  But I did not come all this way to spar.  I wanted to speak to you as a beloved friend and confidant. So please, you need not address me as ‘Valide’, ‘Queen Mother’, or anything of the sort. Tonight, I am speaking to you as Mimizo.”


Veeveena nodded in response, accompanying the Valide Sultan as they made their way out of the Main Branch Headquarters.  Mimizo’s strides were dignified and graceful, and her hands were folded at the center, giving off an air of regality and refinement.  Veeveena mirrored this as they enjoyed their tranquil stroll through the moonlit halls of the Main Branch.


“It is awfully late, Lady Mimizo,” Veeveena stated.


“Which is what makes this the most opportune time to speak with you,” Mimizo replied.  “Veeveena, I have watched the Regalia blossom into the prosperous empire that it is now, and I could not be any more proud of my dearest son for his efforts – as well as the efforts of the Angels who have served him unquestioningly.  My beloved husband also expresses his praise, and was all the more elated to help contribute with the birth of the Mythril Wavetraders.  However…”


She paused as they exited the massive estate and arrived in the courtyard entrance.  She took this moment to collect herself, for what she would say next would not be easy.


“Is aught amiss, Mimizo?” asked Veeveena.  The Valide Sultan shook her head.


“It is concerning my dearest Thiji,” she answered.  “He has grown into a fine young man, full of ambition and genius.  But if there is one thing I cannot suffer overlong – especially as a Mother – is watching my dearest son live out a loveless, lonely existence.  While I cherish each and every one of the sons and daughters of the Higuri – all of whom have only made this world more beautiful through their arrival – Thiji is my pride and joy.  Of all present, he has fulfilled much, and has sacrificed far more to get to where he is now.”


“I agree wholly, my lady,” Veeveena replied as she gazed up into the moon.  “Seeing the Regalia succeed is such a grand sight to behold all its own.”


“Which is why,” Mimizo began, “I have decided to play a more active role in this dilemma.”


The Valide Sultan turned towards Veeveena to face her.


“My son has lived for twenty-seven winters now, and he has had little to no luck in finding his Sultana, as he loves to put it.”


“We are all aware, my lady,” Veeveena replied.  “Not a turn of the sun goes by where I do not think of how we may alleviate this. While it is of the highest of privileges to directly serve the Mythrite Sultan, I still feel inadequate that I cannot bring him true happiness.  The Regalia has everything for which it could ever wish… save for a Sultana for my Lord Thiji.  And he has been doing quite well for so long, but I truly feel that having someone by his side would be the greatest morale boost for everyone under the wings of the Regalia.  Which, in turn, makes me wonder if the Angels were created because of this…”


“Are you implying the Angels would be without purpose serving him and his intended?” Mimizo questioned.


“Of course not!  But… it just feels right aiding him as he is now,” Veeveena answered.


“Even still, my son will not be living this lovelorn life while I am around,” Mimizo explained.  “It is selfish, but as a Mother, I want what is best for my young, and for my family.  Finding the right woman for Thiji is imperative to fulfilling this.  She must be strong; she must be graceful.  Delicate and refined, but also deadly and willful.  She must protect my son just as competently as he would protect her.  But above all those traits… she must also be fecund.”


Veeveena reflected upon those words.  There was truth behind them all, but it made her wonder just who in this great world of Hydaelyn would be capable of meeting such criteria.  After another long pause, Mimizo approached Veeveena with an honest smile, lifting her chin so that she was eye level.


“Should my dearest son reach his thirtieth Nameday and still be single… I would ask of you to take his hand.”


Veeveena’s heart skipped a beat.  A gasp parted her lips as she slowly backed away from the Valide Sultan.  To embrace the Sultan she so fervently serves in an intimate manner… she would feel no greater euphoria than this.  She shook her head and regained her composure, pondering over the ultimatum.


“Lady Mimizo,” she began, “with all due respect, Lord Thiji strictly forbids himself from courting his own Angels.  We were established primarily as his auxiliary force – never as a harem.”


“And I understand and respect that in the highest regard,” Mimizo immediately replied.  “However, I can think of none more suitable for this than you, Veeveena.  You are a delicate flower, born and raised in Thavnair; your skills are many and your prowess is deadly; you spend the most time with my son whenever he is home, and defend him with unwavering loyalty; you command the respect of all your fellow Angels, and they would surely rejoice at the thought of you taking my son’s hand.  Furthermore, your youthful beauty accentuates your fertility; you would produce many strong and extravagant heirs for the Higuri clan.”


“Lady Mimizo…” Veeveena said in a hushed breath.  “This would mean standing down from not only my service as an Angel, but as an Advisor. There must be someone to take my place should this come to pass!”


“Some of our Near Eastern-born Angels would be interested, I am sure,” Mimizo stated.  “But yes, you would indeed have to step down from your status, but you would then be elevated to something greater.  While I do apologize for placing such a burden on you –“


“No, Lady Mimizo,” Veeveena interrupted.  “There would be no greater honor than to serve my Sultan… as his Sultana.  And perhaps this will spark his imagination into even higher heights of fashion!”


“That’s the Near Eastern flower I know and mentored!” Mimizo giggled.  “Thank you for considering this, my old friend.  But until that time comes, I ask that you continue to care and protect my dearest son as you have.”


Veeveena bowed her head with a smile.  The Valide Sultan would return a grin of her own, but it would quickly dissipate after a moment’s silence.  She looked around the courtyard for a moment and had just recalled that it was night time, and certain nocturnal creatures are active during such hours.


“Nyra!” Mimizo sternly called.  As if on cue, the beating of wings was heard.  Veeveena turned and saw the shadow of an owl making its way towards them from above.  It would circle the courtyard twice before landing in Mimizo’s arms.  A snow owl with pristine white down and the symbol of Nald’thal etched upon its breast greeted her with a coo.  “No matter what happens, no matter what my son says to you: do not disclose this to him. Understand?”


Nyra immediately bowed in response.  Mimizo grinned once more and kissed the owl on the crown of the head before raising her arm upwards, sending off the owl.  With that conversation thus settled, Mimizo had returned inside to reunite with her husband lest he worries overmuch about her disappearance.  As for Veeveena, she returned to the chambers of the Mythrite Sultan.  Cracking open the double doors, she saw him in peaceful slumber.  Veeveena placed a hand to her heart, hanging her head as she did.


“My Sultan…” she whispered to herself, “I pray that three winters from now… you’ll accept me as yours. Until then, I will ever be by your side… as an Angel.  Your Angel.  May your dreams be filled with bliss, my lord.”

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The brighter the light, the darker the shadow. Every pose you make, it will mimic.


This week’s Posetober theme is Shadows! Submit your work to any of our platforms from now until October 10th using the hashtags #posetober and #posetober2020. Happy All Saints’ Wake!
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Let your spirit cast shade on the pages from your pen.

This week’s Inkposers theme is Shadows! Submit your work to any of our platforms from now until October 10th using the hashtags #inkposers and #inkposers2020. Happy All Saints’ Wake!

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