LMAO I GOT THE ARRIC VOICE WRONG /AND/ THE PRELIMINARY NANO VOICE WRONG BECAUSE I WAS CHANNELING SGJ ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!!!

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LMAO I GOT THE ARRIC VOICE WRONG /AND/ THE PRELIMINARY NANO VOICE WRONG BECAUSE I WAS CHANNELING SGJ ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!!!
For Wynn: what's your favourite meal? For Erandir: what's a special memory from your childhood? For Merian: what's a good cure for stomach ailments? For Arric: what's your favourite view? For Raya: what's your favourite thing to bake? For Caliam: do you feel you're in the wrong tale?
Wynn: what's your favourite meal?
Ahh, for all the famous regional dishes of Northern Dorenan, naught beats a savory pie for me. Ye’ve made me hungry just thinking about it.
Erandir: what's a special memory from your childhood?
I have vague memories of coming along with my mother when she was visiting someone recovering from an injury. She was bringing a basket of food and medicines. …Sorry, Merian, I don’t remember more details about the injury or medicines. Just that she sang to me on the way to amuse me.
Merian: what's a good cure for stomach ailments?
*is distracted with Erandir’s story* Hmm? Oh, sorry. It is hard to say. It depends on the ailment and also the person. My old standby of ginger makes some people feel worse somehow, though it works well for me. Peppermint… cinnamon… lemon balm… bee balm… bitter greens to stimulate digestion… *steeples fingers and takes deep breath* I do not care if Caliam thinks this is cheating, I have found an article that says it better than I can, and in the name of giving useful information I will share it! But the short answer is that it depends on the ailment and the cause. *hugs*
If you're building your own herbal apothecary cabinet, be sure to cultivate several of these spectacular herbs for upset stomachs!
Arric: what's your favourite view?
Nothing against mountains or forests, but I like wide open spaces. Meadows, or fields of grain stretching out till they meet the sky. I don’t know that I have a clear favorite yet though.
Raya: what's your favourite thing to bake?
I have one oatmeal scone recipe I use a lot. It’s delicious and nearly foolproof—or else I’ve made it so often that I can tell what it needs more or less of—so it’s nice to try different things with. Blaeberries or heather honey with cream are my favorite additions.
Caliam: do you feel you're in the wrong tale?
>_>
Not really, I guess, though I want to be doing something. Isn’t it a bad thing to have a passive protagonist?
[Meri’s note: he may have a slight point here as I’ve let Wynn and Raya talk him out of doing something too foolish. I need to let him make a decision. They were perfectly in character as they persuaded him not to but it took a lot of work because he was perfectly in character to want to.]
Art ask: 256
I only got partway through this one before deciding the reference photo really wasn’t that great, and I’m going to delete it, but despite the angle really throwing off my perspective and the scale I did like at least part of what I got:
the reference was initially saved for a couple of one of my sister’s characters but as I have a couple that rides double as well (Arric and Raya) it turned into them. Thank you!
ETA whoops the link!
send me a number, explanation here
Caliam's Fury for the WIP asks? (is it a direct sequel, a sequel only by timeline, a stand-alone sequel, a thematic sequel, and should I feel bad for skipping straight to the sequel or...??)
So Caliam’s fury started out as a writer’s exercise, trying to think of a compelling hook for the opening line. I thought of something that would hook me, and...
Caliam felt the sharp point of a sword at the back of his neck.
I hooked myself. One sentence led to another and I had to figure out what came next. But I was still committed to Erandir’s reckoning as my main story. Some time later, in answering the questions, I came up with the link between them and it was one of those glorious moments where everything lines up perfectly and I feel like a genius. And then I retconned Caliam, his sister, Raya, and his best friend, Arric Valere into Erandir’s reckoning as minor characters. Thanks for asking!
My kids, they're mostly in Heaven, except when they come see me and their sister. Oh an apparently haunt their murderer, Jesse James. I like TV on, but mostly for sound and something to occasionally look at. I'm not always into what is happening, except when I'm really down sick and I nothing is satisfying as I need to still my body so it can focus on fixing. So I put it on for everyone else... That's dead. So I'm here and my hotspot had died and I had to redo it... So I hear "MOM! THE GODDAM TV!!" then "DAD, you taught me to say it." Then kindly "mom, will you please turn the TV on?" Even when the "science" says baby's can't focus on TV and shit, I would put it on for them so they could be exposed to general life And I talked to them all the time, if they were sleepy, I told them what was on the TV and about colors and people psychology until they went to sleep. And they liked the kids shows and stuff without drama. They would turn their little bodies to see the TV and they would smile and I could see their face change with concern and shit like that according to what was on the TV. Grabbing toes and laughing. So today it's the Magic School Bus, 2017 Edition. He just finished the last season on Netflix of the Blacklist and so he kinda got bummed out because Gotham is pretty gross right now. Plus the true life story of the main actor really can damper the thrill of a faux story on TV. I won't say because... You may like Gotham as I did... #ARRIC cause the air is so calling and provides life and Ric cause he needed his own name/identity as a human.
a lovers tale, part 15.
“So the messenger carried to you the same that D’vinyari delivered to me.” Into the tea did she drop only a single cube of sugar before stirring it in a counterclockwise direction. These were all things that Arric picked up on for perhaps he stared at her too closely, every detail of her from the slight wrinkles at the corners of her eyes to the way her hair was drawn back from her face and yet allowed to fall upon a fair neck. Oranians were fair indeed but not quite so as Vairans--his own fairness was accented by the fact his hair, too, was of a very light hue. Near anyone beside a Vaira seemed to be tan of skin. But compared to her husband? She was fair. “And that is why you came. Or have I erred in my conjecture, your highness?”
Flat-palmed was the hand that came to lay upon the table before him and even was there a small smile upon his lips. He had appeared with grandeur and bravado indeed but now? Now it was dropped in response to the calloused mein he was delivered by this woman. There was a natural power about her much as there was about Mercurius. They were surely a formidable sight to sit upon their thrones. Such a thought almost caused the light expression to fade from his face before his blond-haired head did shake. “You have not erred in any way save for your insistence upon the usage of my title. Please. This is an informal discussion. You may call me Arric, Lady... Rosenlied.” For she was indeed Lady Rosenlied now. She had wed Mercurius before Silas himself, as was the Baidenese tradition. The notion made his fingers curl slightly, nails resting against the heel of his palm as he cast his crystalline eyes down. “That is indeed why I came. I cannot rightfully pledge my support nor my people to back anyone who pursues the total annihilation of any culture of people.”
Can you keep your foursome stuff out of the tag. Makes me uncomfortable cause Aaron and Eric are gay men.
She reached out a hand across the crushed grass - heavy and soaring with it - as Eric tangled fingers with her from across the space. Thin tips streaked with loamy dirt as she watched Aaron break himself away from Daryl’s lips and line himself up, raking blunt nails down the arc of his lover’s spine, hushing him even as he firmed his grip around Eric’s cum-streaked hair. Forcing him to bare his throat as the bell-shaped flowers bowed low around them. Offering up their nectar once again as Daryl fumbled for one of the stems, snapping it off so that the slick dribbled down his chest in a slow, oily roll of silvery-gold.
She watched, rapt. Gaze flicking lazily from Daryl to the couple beside them, until she hiccuped through a gasp. Losing track of what was happening outside of the feeling of Daryl wrenching her up, chin slick with her juices as he bared his teeth at her. Promising and feral before-
"He's sitting in his throne, petting his dog." "That's not badass! Bad guys are supposed to have cats." "The dog is made of shadow." "Then how is he petting it?" "Because fuck you."
Evan, Tony, Evan, Josh, Evan