Be present. Make love. Make tea. Avoid small talk. Embrace conversation. Buy a plant, water it. Make your bed. Make someone else’s bed. Have a smart mouth, and quick wit. Run. Make art. Create. Swim in the ocean. Swim in the rain. Take chances. Ask questions. Make mistakes. Learn. Know your worth. Love fiercely. Forgive quickly. Let go of what doesn’t make you happy. Grow.
wait why the fukc was Hoid drinking cologne?
Playing with and practicing Wit‘s and Design‘s design. Also some sleep deprived Kaladin, because his tired eyes now and then reflect my soul.
And more cryptics because designing them is just a blast. :)
Sadeas: Wow you're really campaigning for bitch of the year, huh?
Wit: As the defending champion, does that make you nervous?
Imagine Wit setting down next to Adolin who was suffering for a while for the last few days .. or years to be honest.
Wit starts his story for the night. One about a man, a nameless man , for only heroes remembered his name. The heroes whose names were engraved on walls and minds for they’re the saviors of the world. They would not have been able to stand without him.. He had no weapons. Only a good heart.
The lightweavings and other visuals by other investitures catch Adolin’s eyes and he’s obviously in awe. Wit smiles at that. Kaladin admired the art, because he’s not blind, but didn’t show such appreciation. No matter what grotesque Alethi gender rules he was raised on, Adolin had an eye for art . Especially after being married to a genius like Shallan.
Adolin listens in silence. Wit likes an engaging audience, but the boy does have a beautiful smile. One dare say almost as beautiful as Jasnah’s on a blue moon… No, wait..Roshar actually has a blue moon.. Red moon then.
The story ends.
And Adolin remains in silence with a smile.
Wit’s curiosity is intrigued. He convinces himself it’s for the sake of the story. Yes, stories could mean whatever you want them to mean, but something must reside in. So, he preys and finds Adolin.. not getting it.
“ You’re not that bright, are you ? Brightlord “
“ As dull as chips after Kaladin had his way with them” Adolin confirms the insult as he’s still smiling
Then Adolin stands, puts his hand on Wit’s shoulder in a way more that’s more familiar than he expected his mind to feel.
“ It’s true, Wit. They could not have done it without you. On behalf of my loved ones and more. Thank you “
And for the first time in years, millennials, lifetimes. Wit.. Hoid is speechless.
Kaladin said. "You told me it will get worse."
"It will," Wit said, "but then it will get better. Then it will get worse again. Then better. This is life, and I will not lie by saying every day will be sunshine. But there will be sunshine again, and that is a very different thing to say. That is truth. I promise you Kaladin: You will be warm again."
Last one for inktober! Of course I had to end with Wit, duh. Wit’s story and conversation with Kal was WOW.
I too have combined the tragic with the comic: I make witticisms, people laugh — I cry.
Søren Kierkegaard, Journals and Papers
Ok wow. Unfollowing now. Was a fan of his flute playing, had no idea he was an immortal world hopper
Cosmere bredlik poems
My friends and I’ve been fooling around writing bredlik poems of Stormlight characters. The quality varies but here’s what we’ve come up with:
my name is Kal
and wen things go badde
I hate myselff
and have big sad I
love the spear
and Syl my spren
she bonded me
as best fren
my name is Shallan
and wen it's nite
I take deep brefs
and eat stormlite
wen I'm not me
folks ask me why
I look at my spren
and tell a lie
my name is Pattern
I swerl around
bump into thynges
lie on the ground
wen I see
I hum real loud
my name is Syl
and wen I see
a cool looking bird
ooh wow thats neat
my name is Ado
and I have great hair
I am the Kholin
I am no radiant
So who am I
I spot Sadeas
I stab his eye
My name is Hoid
Or call me Wit
I'm not someone
You should fuck wit
And up my sleeves
I have many of cards
On my free days
I anger the Shards