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Related, here’s my most recent bookbinding! I offered to make some of my sister’s old paperbacks more sturdy and more pretty and her first choice was Spindle’s End by Robin McKinley!!!
I had too much fun with the flowers, and preserving the original cover on the second endpaper was a fun challenge. My sister, @currentsofdreams, loves it and I am so happy I could do this for one of her favorite objects!!
17 for any of your dark sun characters
Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?
Lets go with Lin the Elven Gladiator Ardent.
I don’t exactly know where she falls on the introvert/extrovert scale, but she’s fien with crowds... so long as those crowds are over there. Where they sit away from her. They can look - hell as a gladiator, that’s a requirement - and she can channel their emotions back and forth with her powers, but she’ll be a bit nervous if she’s in the center of a close crowd.
currentsofdreams replied to your post: A Guide to Naming Characters From Rymhir: Step 1:...
500 million years late, but shouldn’t step 5 be “prophet”?
you are just...frikkin...... on fire today......
go away
“It’ll be fine--if all else fails, I’ve got Slow Fall.”
a World of Warcraft character aesthetic for @currentsofdreams‘ Archmage Dindrane, Defender of a Shattered World.
sources: (x)(x)(x)(x)(x)(x)(x)(x)(x)
For the rooms meme: pick a dragonblood, attic.
Let’s do Cynis Deris!
What is the character afraid of?
Becoming his mother, locked away and forgotten becuase he’s too odd for even the most heavy handed of excuses to dismiss so he’d be acceptable for polite society.
How do they deal with bad memories?
Suppression. He just buries himself in whatever work he needs or has to do. If you try to talk to him about it outside of his terms he will pretend to not have heard you or react with biting commentary about your own faults and flaws.
What is this character’s role in a horror movie?
The guy that comes up with the plan that maybe will let them getaway from whatever is killing their friends, but ultimately doesn’t escape.
How do they hide their secrets?
Distraction. He doesn’t have secrets when there are so many other things to be talking about. Like your secrets. Or the obscure history of that monument over that a ways. Or how many people had been murdered along this particular road. What? No, no it’s not a threat, just... thought it was interesting.
Which of the Seven Deadly Sins does the character relate to most?
Greed. he’s wants recognition for his work, he wants safety for his friends and companions. He wants justice and the peace that comes from it. He wants he wants he wants... He wants more than he’ll be given.
8 and 18
8. Which character is your favorite to write? Why?
Jono.
I find him to be very versitile (and there’s a bit too much that I have in common with him but we’ll not go into that.) and I like that there’s this element of I can put him in some of the most ridiculous, out-there situations and he’d still be able to make it work
18. Would any characters from one of your works go well with your others?
Jono. Honestly, the number of cross-overs that rattle around in my brain would astound ever you my dear.
Oryane/Happiness. Coffeeshop AU.
*screams quietly* my forever girl
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Oryane plonked the mug down in front of Dindrane with a sigh, almost spilling tea across her friend’s notes, and sat down opposite her, putting her boots up on the chair next to her. Dindrane sniffed, carefully moving her notes away from the mug before picking it up and taking a sip, arching an eyebrow at Oryane over the rim.
“Aren’t you working?”
“I’m…on my break,” Oryane said, grinning and flicking her ponytail over her shoulder. “It’s not like there’s anyone here but you. I’ll get up if there’s a customer.”
It was too late at night, really, for there to be customers. The shop died every night after 9:30, but the owner insisted on staying open until 11 anyway, just in case. Oryane, who preferred night shifts so her mornings were free for hiking, always got stuck with an hour of dead space before she was allowed to lock up and go home. Dindrane suffered with her–as best friends do–and generally brought her physics homework in and got free tea for her efforts. She pulled her notes closer to her, ignoring Oryane and furrowing her brow over some mind-bending mathematical theory that somehow related to time and space.
“We should go on vacation,” Oryane said, interrupting Dindrane again, who sighed.
“Where would we go on vacation?”
“Anywhere. China. I’ve always kind of wanted to see the Great Wall.”
“It’s just a wall, Oryane.”
“But it’s great.”
“We can’t go on vacation, Professor Khadgar would kill me. We’re at a–”
“A very delicate stage of the experiment, I know,” Oryane said.
Dindrane raised an eyebrow again and went back to her notes. Oryane sighed, tapping her foot against the back of the chair in an uneven rhythm, watching the door with a bored sort of anticipation, knowing that it wasn’t going to open, but kind of hoping it might anyway.
“We could go over the summer.”
“What?”
“To China.”
Oryane pulled her feet off the chair and sat forward, tugging Dindrane’s calendar out from under her notes and flicking through the hectic and chaotically highlighted weeks to the blissfully empty and mostly ignored months of summer.
But before she could point out that there were no classes, thesis-defenses, or experiments of any kind scheduled for the entire month of July, the door opened, letting in a sudden whirl of cold air.
Oryane turned toward it in utter surprise. Dindrane just smiled.
The newcomer filled the doorway like a picture in a frame; broad shoulders and long coat, red hair pulled back from a face painted with a nervous smile. One hand lingered on the edge of the door as if he wasn’t sure they were still open and he was allowed to come in.
“Uh. Hi? Can I…order some tea here or? do you guys only do coffee? or…are you even open?”
Oryane blinked and leapt to her feet. “Yes. No. Yes. In that order, I think,” she said, retreating around the counter and yanking a mug from a shelf and turning to get a filter and tea before she realized she didn’t know which tea he wanted. She turned to him, mug in one hand, tealeaf scoop in the other and blinked again. “Sorry,” she said when she realized he hadn’t moved from the doorway. “Yes, we are still open. No, we don’t just serve coffee. Yes, you can order tea.” She held up the mug. “Obviously, I’m not usually quite this bad at my job, please don’t tell my boss that I’m terrible at customer service.”
He laughed and let the door fall fully closed behind him and moved to the counter, glancing up at the list of teas and scanning through them. “I don’t think you are terrible at customer service. I think I surprised you, and I’m sorry for it.”
“Don’t be. I like surprises,” Oryane said and then mentally kicked herself for flirting. She heard Dindrane snort, but when she turned to glare at the table, her friend was studiously staring at her physics notes with concentration.
The man simply smiled, and Oryane couldn’t tell if he knew she was flirting or not. She resolved to not anymore, but it was hard to keep that resolve when he pushed a bit of hair escaped from his ponytail back behind his ear.
“The mint, I think,” he said, nodding to the mug in her hand. “With a heavy dash of whatever milk you’ve got on hand.”
She didn’t mean to drop into autopilot, but he’d just ordered her usual, go-to, late-night drink, and she added the drizzle of honey without thinking. She handed him the mug and he raised the eyebrow again.
“Am I in need of sweetening?”
She stared at him, confused, and then realized what she’d done. “Oh, I didn’t--that’s not--I...” she trailed off ineffectually and heard Dindrane snort again and the man just kept that smile up, one eyebrow raised slightly, his red hair glinting in the lights distractingly. She took a deep breath, tried really hard to focus on his eyes instead of his hair or his shoulders or the way his smile tugged a little bit higher in one corner of his lips than the other. Except his eyes were green and also distracting, so she focused on a vague point over his shoulder and hoped he wouldn’t notice as she explained her mistake.
“I drink the same thing, but I add honey, and I just... it’s an automatic brewing process at this point, I have about two mugs of it every night, and I’m so sorry. I can remake it, it’ll just be a second--”
He took a sip, deliberately, eyebrow still quirked, and grinned. “So that’s where you get all your sweetness, then?”
She melted.
She could definitely hear Dindrane laughing at her, but she didn’t care. She made herself a mug and sat down with the man--who’s name was Liam--and chatted with him about tea and honey and places they wanted to visit--China and Italy and Greece--and places they had been--England and France and Spain--and things they were doing--he was studying politics and economics which his father did approve of and was on the fencing team which his father didn’t approve of, and she was an archaeology/geology double major with two jobs and attention span issues--and they didn’t notice time passing until Dindrane closed her notebook and stood up with a sigh.
“There,” she said, crossing her arms. “Now you have someone to go to China with, and I don’t have to sit here every night for an hour to keep you company.”
“What?” Oryane and Liam said at the same time, and Dindrane just smiled.
“My professor is friends with Liam’s father,” she said loftily. “Have a lovely rest of your evening.”
She swept out the door with her books and her tea, waving the end of her scarf in farewell. The door slammed behind her, and Oryane stared after her in stunned disbelief.
“Did she just--”
“Huh,” Liam said, and that lopsided grin was back on his face. “I do believe we’ve been set up.”
“How rude of her,” Oryane muttered, gathering up the mugs and sliding back behind the counter to finish up her closing tasks. Liam stood, too, helping her gather the dishes and then leaning on the counter by the sink. Distractingly.
“I suppose we should get her back,” Liam said, eyes twinkling.
Oryane grinned up at him. “Shall we discuss our evil plans sometime? Soon?”
“Perhaps over dinner. Tomorrow?”
“Perhaps, indeed.”
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(DRABBLES, she said. I’M GONNA WRITE DRABBLES.)
currentsofdreams replied to your post: FUCK
oh no
I mean, he’s like a SUPER MINOR only-been-mentioned-once-or-twice character but stILL
