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Like Q said, the fun begins now 😅
I ended up not feeling very well today, so there won’t be chapters of My Words Will Be Your Light today or tomorrow for Silm Epistolary Week as I wasn’t able to complete them.
Instead I’m sharing a little bit from one of the chapters in progress for the theme betrayal as Aredhel starts to come out of the thick web of enchantments that ensnared her and begins to realize what kind of person she was coerced into marrying.
I do not know how Eol can hate the Noldor so much and yet have chosen to wed one. As the veil over me fades and the enchantments loosen, I see now that he chose me for face and form only and thought he could disregard the rest, as if beauty is all there is to me.
He cares not that I can shoot a bow better than most, that I am one of the most skilled riders in all of Valinor, or that I can track a deer through the woods for days and never startle it with my presence.
He wishes to snip away the fragments of my self, to bury Irisse, princess of the Noldor, deep in darkness and keep her fair face for a wife he can mold into someone else.
Eol believes he can force me to forget who I am and all those I love if he keeps me ensnared here in eternal darkness.
As if I could forget.
A true story
Me: Yeah, so Mortal Kombat is supported in Spanish. Now I can finally learn. Former Mentor: That's gonna be great--now you'll be able to yell FINISH HIM! and FATALITY! at people. Me: NO! Me: ... Me: ...I'll also be able to yell 'GET OVER HERE' at them too! ;~;
actually this is a common misconception, don’t worry the hero commission’s been pushing this narrative for a while now it’s okay if you didn’t know, but it’s grievously ahistorical. i actually have this friend, name’s rikiya yotsubashi, you might have heard of him he’s like this bigshot ceo, busy guy but he’s always happy to take some time out of his day to educate. anyways he’s pretty well-researched about the history behind the origins of the quirk term, pretty gnarly stuff. hey here’s some literature if you want to learn more, the book club i’m in is actually gonna be talking about this next week if you’re interested —
snippet from the latest update for summer in the city! read the rest on ao3!
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Maybe Booker never realized that he hadn’t told her. He shakes his head. “I’m sure you’ve heard of it. Napoleon sent troops to Russia, but the Grande Armée didn’t stand a chance. I realized what was happening too late, tried to desert in the middle of winter, but I was caught. Made an example of. Except…clearly it didn’t work out so well.” Booker winks. “I’m good at playing dead, even when it’s for a couple days.”
“Shit,” Nile mumbles, glancing from him to the ground. “That’s…awful.”
“I was a forger, they didn’t care whether I lived or died. Unfortunately for them, I lived. I think the trouble I cause now is just to spite them, sometimes.” Booker briefly smiles, but it fades quickly and he shakes his head. “It’s over with now, though.”
“How…much have you forged?” Nile asks, turning to fully face him now.
He shakes his head. “I don’t know.”
“Bullshit.”
“Genuinely, the number is too high,” he says, laughing quietly to himself. “There’s so much art alone that isn’t real because of me that I’m not sure anymore, and we’re not including documents.”
Nile shakes her head again, taking one last drink from her water bottle. “Let’s get going again,” she says, “I wanna get in somewhere before the lunch rush.”
“What’s for lunch?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never been here before!” Nile has began to run when she says it, almost tossing the words over her shoulder to a stationary Booker. “You tell me!”
Senti-chin. Chinnigan. Chintinel Prime.
Sentinel: I’m a PRIME. A PRIME. There’s only so many of us, you know! Ask me questions about that!
Sentinel: And I’ll have you know that this chin is more than just a fashion statement, it’s to keep the Decepticon scum out of my processor!
Sentinel: And what the frag is a BEAN? You all need your processors defragged! Aughhh I’m gonna have to get a social media manager to screen all this scrap! Where are those twins...They’ll know someone...
‘ well. guess I’ll ?? never look ?? kaz in the eye ?? ever again ??’
@ketsucki
They never truly think this through.