Challenging your God? You have made an ILLEGAL ARGUMENT.
EIN (”1”, “de”);
DOS (”2”, “es”);
TRIOS (”3”, “fr”);
NE (”4”, “kr”);
FEM (”5”, “se”);
LIU (”6”, “cn” );
Fitzroy: *talks about his powers developing suddenly and ruining his life, being pushed into the magic track*
Me: Nice he’s going with the “magic user that can’t fully control his powers” trope, probably a sorcerer or maybe even did a secret warlock pact or something.
Fitzroy: I’m a barbarian.
For the first time in two months, my feet are COLD!!!
YO HO HO~
everyone: monty is gone, we’ll never see him again, he can’t tell us what to do anymore
SUBMITTED BY @stripedroseandsketchpads: So here’s this, in which Will Scott does not know what the fuck he is doing, and Lymond suffers, so…GoK in a nutshell, but more
Lymond had been missing for just over a day when Will Scott found himself in the thick of the woods near Threave. The company had split up searching for the outlaw, and Will had made the deliberate, desperate choice of heading off on his own, hoping to quell the public knowledge of his own failures with his search. For in the day before Lymond’s escape, he’d done insult to his superiors, spent time in the cellar that housed their prisoner himself, and finally been blamed (falsely, he could only hope) for allowing Lymond to get away through sheer negligence. That must all be set right, this couldn’t happen again. That the man must be brought to justice kept Will’s pace quick and his eye tireless in its search. The miracle was in his success. It was around midday, and a storm was gathering overhead, apt for the moment when a flash of something pale caught his eye and he saw a man, moving quickly though stumbling a little, through the trees—white shirt, what looked like golden hair. Will did not take a moment to consider that he would alert Lymond when he urged his horse forward, because quite simply, the man could not outrun him. At the pounding of hoofbeats, the nervous whinnies as the animal felt the storm’s wind and the beginnings of lighting crackling, Lymond turned, looked over his shoulder for a bare second, and ran.
Had Will been on foot, his adversary would surely have escaped, even with the injury Will had dealt him at his capture (his first capture; he’d have him again, surely). But the young man was correct in this most simple of judgements. He caught up swiftly as the wind roared and the sky rumbled low, slowing only a little when he was near enough to see the blood on Lymond’s shirt, on the side where Will rode. He pulled even briefly, and realized with confusion that he didn’t know how to stop him, thinking that if he went in front Lymond would simply dodge away. On impulse, Will reached out, grabbed Lymond under the arm, and with the aid of his momentum, threw him down. He succeeded in sending him crashing to the ground, and heard him cry out, in unison with an almighty clap of thunder. Will meant to wheel his horse around to claim his prisoner, but he’d not considered the animal’s fear of the storm. The chestnut, in protest, neighed wildly and by resisting Will’s direction, threw him, the reins slipping from his hands at the sudden shift in gravity.
ok Paul is perfect - the constant frowning and eyebrow raising and “nice one” it’s so good!!! so so good!
It’s been two weeks since I started sending chapters of Metal of the Undying out to potential beta readers, and less than a week since I completed my team, but the whole experience has been excellent already.
My team has such wonderful insight and, so far, the only things I’ll need to tweak are superficial–a few more details here, some more characterization for minor characters there, etc.–and I can’t wait to polish this book.
Snapchat has a filter today with Toothless where he mimics your facial expessions…
…so of course I’ve taken more selfies today than I have in the last few months.
Bless Bryn for continuing to roleplay after straight facing L.O.L.O.M.G.
[Image description: A waist-up sketch of Amaya from the Dragon Prince. She has an intense look with a small smile, a scar under her right eye, and her hair is cut in a bob. She’s wearing armour and is doing the American Sign Language sign for “cool”. End description.]
I just met Amaya but she’s my mom now and I love her. I totally freaked out when she started signing and then it’s actual ASL and I can actually read it and !!!!!!! oh it’s so good!!!