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Amidst all the celebration and collective fandom’s sigh of relief, I’d like to send a shoutout to Rythian for letting us have this little piece of himself. As any artist will tell you, it’s hard to admit a project is over, especially prematurely. It’s easier (and a little less depressing) to pretend you’re procrastinating indefinitely. Boiling down something that’s come out of your head, something you can see so clearly in your mind’s eye as a finished, completed thing, is very, very hard to do. Turning unfinished thoughts into an unfinished summary can seem traitorous to your own creativity, because the big ideas often seem small and underwhelming when condensed - but let it be known that I think I can speak for all of us in saying we deeply appreciate the closure, and also the work it took to gift it to us.

Thank you so, so much for sharing this with us, and for inspiring so much from 2012 to now.

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Now that we know the blackrock ending, are you possibly considering writing it out? You are the one writer I can think of that I really want to see write this out! Your writing is just so wonderful

You know, why not? Also thank you!! But I hope I’ve gotten better in the last two years.

#although tbh rythian is the one writer I'd choose haha #Anonymous

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Endertaken (part 6)

What if Rythian isn’t half ender? What if, instead of running from his home, he was running to it? Not enderborn, no, but endertaken?

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The next day Rythian could barely sit through his lessons. The ones he usually tolerated, even enjoyed soemtimes, felt like torture. All he could think about, all that mattered was the meeting set for that night and the boys he’d left in the Other World.

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I’m serious though that was actually the premise of the story.

#called it?

I wonder how much of the situation Rythian understood. It’s not impossible to synthesize your way into morality from a toxic environment, but it’s certainly not easy, either.

I wonder if it was slow, if his dislike of the world in which he was raised started with simple questions (why don’t I look like the Ones that walk the night) and became bigger ones (whyamiherewhydidyoudothistomeohgodwhathaveidone), or if the realizations came all at once. If there was some defining moment (when She placed the ancient blade upon his shoulders, a legacy that became an untouchable reality no one would explain, a prophesy he was somehow both destined and doomed to fulfill, unquestioning, but damn it, he was no longer a child).

I wonder what he thought of the Brightlands. How long it took him to overcome the fear they’d written into his core, the disgust and dislike and unjust hatred he’d believed for so long. How he met Lalna and Sjin, and when (before his flight from the End? after? how long had he known of the land of sun and warmth, kept it inside him to hold like a torch in the endless dark of eternal twilight).

I wonder at his heart, how it must have broken when his friends betrayed him, how much he must have struggled against the old Hate, ashes which had long since lost fuel but were now engorged with kindling threatening to burn straight through his chest. The tears he cried in mourning, not just for the physical things, or even for the fabric of a universe that was slowly ungluing itself, but, selfishly, for himself, and for the death of the last of his innocence, the part of him that wanted black and white, that wanted a villain and a hero, hostiles and NPCs, but got only hell fire raining from the sky and the knowledge that nothing and no one is ever simple.

#rythian #Blackrock Chronicles

Wait, I just realized Endertaken, the (admittedly terrible) unfinished first story I wrote for the Blackrock fandom, was actually almost accurate. Man, I definitely would not have guessed.

When I started this blog I was a literal 12.75 year old thrilled anybody cared at all about her writing, reading every tag anyone ever left on any story, simultaneously stunned at the attention and terrified that I was going to let everyone down. Now we’re here. Blackrock is open-endedly finished. Writing has become my passion.

Is this what nostalgia feels like?

#when I was younger I was SOO paranoid about my age #I was like #if they know they wont take me seriously

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Okay, quick answers to the most asked questions:

Rythian is a human boy who was taken by Endermen back to The End many years ago. There he was raised to learn how to use Endermagic and groomed to become the general/warlord in a future invasion of the Brightlands (the “normal” world).

When he was still very young he despaired at how different he looked to all the other Endermen so he took a knife and cut the sides of his cheeks open so would be able to have the wide mouth and angular jaw of an Enderman. He healed eventually but it left horrifying scars which he is ashamed of to this day. Hence the mask.

He eventually left The End behind and broke free from the Queen’s leadership and wandered the Brightlands. He met some friends, and met Zoey.

The way the story was going, they were going to discover Zoey’s origin in the Twilight Forest - she was the mushroom princess, rightful ruler of the Realm of Twilight. The original nuking of the original server made her lose her memory. With her gone, the barriers between worlds were fading, and Endermen managed to invade there as well, despite measures to stop that from happening (such as a realm-wide aura to stop their magic from working).

After restoring Zoey’s memory and “fixing” the realm, they were going to go back to the original place where the portal to the End was created (by Rythian’s scientist parents many years ago), go through, fight the Enderdragon (Queen of the End, aka The Princess from the short story) and win. More or less live happily ever after.

It all sounds a bit silly and dry when briefly summed up like this, but at least there’s some answers. I hope that satisfied a little bit at least. :)

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All I wanted, and yet everything I never needed to know. Thank you for letting me borrow these characters, Rythian. I’ll never appreciate anything more.

Hey yognaughts, what’s hip and happening? It’s been a while. What have I missed? How many memes have come and gone? Have there been any fandom wars?

I was reminded of this blog because tumblr reminded me a while ago it’s been four years since it was made. Crazy!

Coming back after such an extended break to watch Rythian play Dishonored 2 feels something like returning to the embrace of an old friend.

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