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AU where Murtagh inherited Morzan's heterochromia
#eragon#inheritance cycle#murtagh#murtagh morzansson#eragon shadeslayer#my art#fool proof plan 😎#murtagh to ajihad: identifiable features? never hear of her. no i cant take the glasses off.#murtagh should get to be the stupid one sometimes. as a treat#but imagine the first time eragon notices he comments that his eyes are interesting and look cool#and murtagh gets emotional bc hes one of the only ones who doesnt associate it with morzan#and it reminds him that he can be his own person in eragons company
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With the launch of Murtagh coming up soon, I am here to claim my OG fan role in the fandom. My copy of Eragon was printed in 2002.
#look at how ancient the paper looks though#yes I badly covered it in plastic to protect Saphira#featuring my unicorn bookmark which you can tear away from my cold dead hands#I don’t even remember taping up the pages.#murtagh tornacsson#murtagh#eragon#ChristopherPaolini#WorldOfEragon#murtagh thornsrider
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The past month in books (April '24)
#📖#words and books#booklr#april 2024#month in books#clytemnestra#costanza casati#murtagh#christopher paolini#natalie haynes#stone blind#pandora's jar: women in the greek myths#the priory of the orange tree#samantha shannon#lost in fuseta#gil ribeiro#(not featured but also read: fourth wing)
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If requests are open and you don't mind, could I have Murtagh, Roran, Arya and/or Eragon's reaction to a chubby!SO being oblivious to their advances?
Hi there! Here on this blog, I always have whether or not requests are open right in the bio. :)
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Murtagh had returned to your home. Finally. By dragon magic and fire — he missed you. To be comfortable in an environment enough to discard his boots upon entry was still new for the Dragon Rider. Yet he would never complain. Definitely not. He had another reason never to complain.
There, curled up in bed with a book was no one other than his love, you. Nose deep in the book even as Murtagh walked closer.
“You’re early,” you smiled, eyes peering up at him.
“I have my reasons.” He pressed his lips to your cheek, softer than his own. He kissed your shoulder then, hidden by a night shirt.
“Tired?”
“Not yet.”
You turned a page and asked, “Did you want to read with me?”
“Perhaps later?” Murtagh kissed your shoulder again while letting his fingers roam the curves of your hip and thigh. “We could do something else?”
“We could paint.” You suggested, looking over to him.
A frown creased his features.
“What? I liked your last painting. You could be an artist too, Murtagh.”
Sighing, Murtagh flopped onto the bed.
“What’s the matter?” You set the book aside to comb your fingers through his dark locks.
“Nothing…”
. . .
Eragon wiped the sweat from his brow. A common occurrence while tending the crops. More so that he had finished what needed doing. It had been a long morning.
Satisfied, the Dragon Rider stretched his arms over his head. He would do well with a short rest. Some time to himself if he could.
Brown eyes caught sight of his partner sitting under the shade of a tree. His companion and love who he would do practically anything for.
Eragon could rest later.
Walking up to his beloved, he was greeted by your soft smile. A wonderful sight.
“All finished?” You asked, handing over a container of water.
“Finished working in the soil? Yes.” Eragon swallowed a generous amount of water. “Thank you. I needed a drink.”
“You might also need to wash up.”
He hummed briefly in acknowledgement and promptly sat down beside you. Brown eyes roamed over your content expression and down your curves in affection. Still hot from work, Eragon felt a growing excitement in his belly. A thought lingering in passion.
“Are you busy?” Eragon inquired, index finger tracing around your wrist. “You could use water as well.”
“I’m enjoying the breeze.” You stated and closed your eyes.
Leaning in, Eragon lightly pressed his lips to the contour of your ear. “You could enjoy the water,” he whispered.
“I wasn’t digging out weeds and playing with earthworms.”
He nipped your ear.
“Hey.”
“I need to bathe and I think,” Eragon placed his other hand on your thigh, “you should keep me company.”
“You’ve taken baths by yourself before.” You opened your eyes and turned to give him a quizzical look. “Do you need me to test the temperature again?”
Moving his hands to his lap, the Dragon Rider sighed, defeated.
“No.” He pulled at an innocent blade of grass.
“Then go bathe.” You patted his knee.
“Fine.” Eragon pouted.
. . .
I feel like Roran might actually say something or be much more forward. I don’t know how, but he might.
Arya… I don’t really know how she’d react, maybe just really look at her partner. Studying them or something.
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Wrote a one-shot-ish type thing that may eventually become cannon for Entreat Me Not to Leave
After mustering my best withering glare and directing it in Dougal’s direction. Not that the insufferable Highlander noticed, he had already begun captivating the murmuring crowd once more with his tale. Although, I hadn’t escaped the notice of all the Scots of Castle Leoch. Murtagh, while saying nothing, shook his head at me warning me not to follow. But I ignored him.
With a look I hope displayed my indignation, I clutched at my skirts before bending down to pick up the shirt Jamie had tossed to the floor before chasing after the tortured Highlander into the night.
It wasn’t hard to find Jamie pacing between two trees. His posture alone warned that he should be left alone. I knew he was angry and that stubborn pride of his hated when people pitied him. But he wasn’t going to get any pity from me and I silently prayed that his temper didn’t make him forget that.
If he noticed me as I drew nearer, he didn’t make it known to me. Instead he continued to pace, or rather stomp, between the trees and mutter under his breath. While I’m sure Murtagh thought I was risking my life by chasing after Jamie in this state, I wasn’t completely insane. So, still clutching his torn shirt, I sat down on the grass several yards away and simply watched him.
Jamie had every right to be angry and I didn’t intend to stop him in his justified pursuit. I just wanted to be there. If by some chance he needed me. Thus far in our relationship, it had been I would needed him and I just wanted him to know that if we were truly going to make this work, he could depend on me.
After about another half dozen laps between trees, Jamie stopped for a moment and looked at me. The moonlight highlighted his handsome features and I felt my heartbeat begin to quicken. It had never been like this with Stephen and I wondered if my heartbeat would always betray my desire for him, even in the years to come.
“I dinna ask for your company,” Jamie retorted in a clipped tone.
I nodded in understanding and then tucked a stray tendril of hair behind my ear.
“I dinna require ye,” he rephrased. “I dinna require anyone. I’m fine.”
I motioned between the trees. “By all means, carry on as you were.”
He opened his mouth to argue with me, but I held up a lone finger for him to allow me to continue. His eyes narrowed at me, but he pursed his lips to let me speak.
I quickly nodded my head in thanks before continuing. “In my experience, when I ask to be alone, I might mean it initially but tend to let stubbornness and pride get in the way when what I really want is someone to simply be there, even if they have nothing to say. The true weight of being alone rarely brings comfort especially when what we crave is to know that we aren’t alone in our burdens or joys.”
He stared at me, blinking slowly, as he digested my words.
“Deal with your anger however suits you best. Just know that I find it justified and that whether you require me or not, I’m here for you, Jamie. Silently or not. And no amount of your stubborn barking is going to change that.”
He swallowed hard. I could tell he was struggling with my words. While everything I had told him since we met had been true . . . or mostly true, I could tell that he didn’t trust easily. I knew that he trusted me to an extent, but I could also tell he had built stone walls around his heart to protect himself.
I shivered against the wind that had begun to pick up. I looked up at him trying to control my shivers. I debated using his torn shirt as a makeshift shawl, but I didn’t want to draw attention to the item and make him start his process of dealing with his anger all over again.
His face softened slightly as he sighed. “Lass, your shivering.”
“I can handle a little wind,” I responded as I rubbed my hands up and down my arms. I licked my lips before adding in a hushed tone, “Especially for you.”
I assumed he heard my addition because he sighed in frustration before beginning to walk toward me. “If yer no going to leave, I’ll no be able to think with yer teeth rattlin’.”
I arched my brow at him as he approached. But I said nothing. I simply watched him as he settled down on the grass behind me and pulled me against him, wrapping his arms tightly around me. I snuggled back against him, immediately feeling the warmth that radiated off him.
He rested his chin on my shoulder and whispered in my ear.“Dinna mistake me, Ruthie. I dinna wanna talk . . .”
I nodded my head, acknowledging his demand without further explanation. I needed him to know that I trusted him and his judgment. But mostly, I needed him to know that no matter what - I would be there for him.
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the wolves' dinner
This is the drabble I mentioned in this post. ( @marimo331 @dayzcakes ask and ye shall receive~)
Summary: Selena spirits Murtagh away to Carvahall so that she and Brom can raise him and Eragon together in peace, hidden from the world. But Murtagh never forgets the truth of his father, possessed of memories that his parents adamantly steer him away from out of their own fear of the past. Yet it does nothing to avert the reconvergence fated for them all...
Word Count: 1,157
Warnings: None
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The field work is done and everyone else has returned to the house by the time Murtagh finishes up his final tasks in the barn. That’s partially by design, as he likes the quiet that arises when he lingers long enough. Selena sometimes chides that he comes in late for dinner, but she always saves him a portion anyway. Brom declares that if he stays out any longer, he’ll provide the wolves their own dinner, but with the good humor of man who’s ensured no such thing could befall him. His parents indulge and love him even as they raise their obligatory fuss. But Murtagh seeks the quiet to think about the things that have no place anywhere else.
Birka nickers at him and he pours a last bit of feed into her trough with a sigh. Judging by the shadows cast by the shaft of light spilling through the doors, he ought to leave soon to avoid another quip about the wolves tonight. Murtagh pats Birka fondly, promising, “I’ll go riding with you as soon as I get the chance.” Then he pulls the barn doors closed and diligently locks them.
In the last dying streaks of sunlight, as he turns to face his family’s secluded sliver of Palancar Valley, Murtagh sees the silhouette of a lone figure on horseback coming up the road. Instead of going directly up the hill to the house, he slowly wraps around the other way towards the road to get a better look, urged by a low, prevailing thrum of curiosity. The person rides into the shadow of a mountain peak, unveiling their colors and features. Atop a gleaming roan horse sits a broad shouldered man wearing a dark, fur lined cloak that looks as heavy as the well worn exhaustion suffusing him. He has black hair streaked with gray and a severe, lined countenance of eerie familiarity.
As his steed trots nearer, Murtagh sees one deep black eye and another of icy blue, and he knows he is looking into the face of his father.
Looking too blatantly for too long, it seems, for the man reins in his horse and throws Murtagh a sharp, skeptical stare with those mismatched eyes. Murtagh makes a token effort to ease his own scrutiny as the man glances at the distant house, then back to him. He scowls, then abruptly swings himself down from the saddle and faces him directly.
“Tell me your name.”
Those words flow like cold water down his spine, rousing him as if from a dream. Because, up until this moment, he could swear he’s had this very dream a thousand times. He cannot tell him the truth, wouldn’t dare, but he must say something. Any lie fleeing him, forgetting every name but his own, Murtagh shakes his head and impulsively answers with a sideways honesty, “I’m no one.”
The man tilts his head and takes a step closer. “Is that so? Because that sounds to me like the answer of a man who’s name could get him in trouble. Tell me.”
Murtagh doesn’t waver despite the alarmingly accurate assessment, pervaded by an incongruous calm. He suggests no guilt or fear. “That’s not what I meant. It wouldn’t mean something so serious because it doesn’t mean much at all. It’d be a waste of my breath and your time because I’m no one, really.”
The distrust in his eyes doesn’t vanish, but it shifts like the thought was shrugged off in favor of something else. “I don’t believe you. You don’t strike me as quite so insignificant.”
“It’s true. Not for lack of effort, but every time I’ve tried to figure out who I am, to make something of myself, the attempt was always disapproved of and cut off.”
The man grunts in acknowledgement. “A very stifled life that will lend you,” he allows.
Murtagh looks down the road in the direction he came, down that valley to the rest of the world, down south, in the direction of the Empire’s heart. “Is your life the same? Or have you tasted more freedom and learned what the world has to offer and made that your own? Do you know what it feels like... to truly come into your own?”
“No,” he declares promptly. “I’m no different. I have nothing to offer you- you’d better look elsewhere.” Murtagh wonders if his mother once felt similarly stifled and if, back then, his father believed differently about his ability to give her something more. “In my life, everything gained comes at a cost far higher than it was ever worth, and there’s no escape from all the loss. So it’s defining. My whole existence is stifled.”
Murtagh knows without a doubt why; his life exists directly beneath the thumb of the king. But he can’t acknowledge that, and it feels stingingly awkward to know the truth behind his bitter remarks far more intimately than he realizes. Instead, he does not confront it at all, gesturing behind the man and replying, “At least it lends you such a fine horse. It must make travelling a great deal more pleasant, because I can’t imagine a better companion than that. I’ve never seen a horse so beautiful. I bet it can race quicker than the wind- I’m jealous.”
Eyes narrowing, his lip curls back and his chin twitches up into a derisive angle, but the motion follows through until he’s turned aside, gaze torn away. He glares fiercely at the horizon, his flash of anger rapidly losing heat until exhaustion has quenched it, which then yields enough room for contemplation. “Well, I suppose you’re right. He’s an exceptional beast. And I appreciate the companionship of any creature that can carry me away, away, away...”
“Away from...?” he feigns, desperate to know what he might say.
The man looks his way, his black and blue eyes suddenly assuming an imposing, indomitable clarity in that moment, taking in every last piece of him. Then he comes a step closer and grips Murtagh’s shoulder, thumb angled down to press into his bicep, stopping his heart mid beat at the sensation of his father’s touch. “For your sake, child, may you never find out,” he intones, like delivering a blessing.
Then he releases him and pulls away, turning back to his horse. After he lifts himself into the saddle, the distance and darkness make the two different colors of his eyes almost indistinguishable. The sunlight dies a fast death in the valley. “Will you tell me your name?” Murtagh asks before he stirs back into motion.
“No,” Morzan says. “No point. It won’t do you any good.”
“Alright. Farewell then, no one.”
That earns him a smile, one so unexpected, his breath falters for a second. “Ha. Same to you, my fellow no one. Good luck coming into your own.” He flicks the reins and his horse takes off at a trot, carrying him away, away from Murtagh.
#eragon#inheritance cycle#murtagh#murtagh morzansson#morzan#my writing#this was primarily a dialogue exercise#i like this idea of morzan being prickly and vindictive in the way a caged animal is#and hes ever watching for a chance to gnaw his way out of that cage#reduced to a lot of raw instincts that result in a lot of harm#(im posting this at an awful time but im exhausted and just want it out there)
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S01E01 Sassenach • 9 August 2014 Transcript Official Script
Outlander Rewatch 2023 Countdown to Season 7
Favourite Word
Trobhad! (Gàidhlig-English: Come!) — Murtagh
Favourite Line
You can mind your own bloody business, and so can Saint Paul. — Claire
Favourite Image
A FIGURE — In the distance, standing at the edge of the garden of the B&B by the fence. His features are indistinct, a combination of the distance and the gloom of night, but Frank can tell he’s looking up at Claire, who can clearly be seen in the upper window, struggling with her hair in the mirror.
Remember… disappearances, after all, have explanations. Usually. — Claire Fraser, narrator
1st of 75 • Monday, 3 April 2023
#Tait rhymes with hat#Good times#Outlander#Rewatch 2023#Countdown to Season 7#1st of 75#S01E01 Sassenach#Aired 9 August 2014#Rewatched 3 April 2023
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Do I dare write an animatic script to “Eight” featuring the Eragon and Saphira vs Murtagh and Thorn
#Not fighting but#their respective evolutions from farm boy and traumatized teen to riders and brothers on ‘opposing’ sides
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the walls of lallybroch had always been home , though now ? he finds the walls altered with the passing of time. jenny , and ian not quite as he remembered them ... memories that linger and do not quite match what has happened in his absence , absence there's guilt.
an air to jamie that he knows stems from the desire to be once more known to tenants , to uphold his fathers name whose untimely death never quite sat right in heart. the idea of his father watching him as randall unleashed hell upon broad shoulders was enough to weaken any man with a strong constitution. his father had been the only man whom jamie wished to measure himself against.
' are you saying you don't like who i've become ? ' his brows knit as an eyebrow arches , ' claire i cannot turn my people away .... perhaps it is ego that rules me , the want to be everything that my father once envisioned for such a place ' his voice steadfast , stubbornness and pride swell. ' for i can see the past and present within these very halls and i don't think i was ready for such a thing , it's my fault you don't know jenny ... my fault that i have perhaps been drinking more than my fair share - my father's shadow is one that is more painful than i care to admit '
the fireplace etches his features in such a light that make him quite vulnerable , the idea that he is but three and twenty. in later years he'll look back with the knowledge that he hadn't been the best husband , that marriage was more complicated than one could imagine.
' i love you sasanach , i'm sorry if my fear of the past has mixed with the present ' an arm going to rest upon the hearth of the fireplace that resides in their bedroom , a room that had once belonged to his parents , ' what can i do to put you at ease ? '
"The problem isn't who you've become." A young and uncertain husband, unsure of what to do with his time traveling, forward thinking wife - in his position, she's not sure what she'd do either. However, they have grown into their dynamic. They had well before their wedding was ever arranged. No, that's not what she refers to here. He took her past the threshold of Lallybroch and became someone else, that someone is not Jamie.
"Jamie, if I had the opportunity to meet Jenny sooner then who is to say I would have gotten to meet her at all. You wouldn't have been at Leoch, your shoulder wouldn't have been injured. I'd probably be dead in the ditch because Murtagh wouldn't have been there to find rescue me in my confusion." The pieces had fallen just so for their meeting. She isn't religious, never put so much faith in a singular being in that way, but for Jamie and this mysterious connection, this constant need to be near to him that puts a shame to her marriage with Frank and all the love she thought herself capable of wanting, needing, and able to give. "Jenny and I will come to terms with time. I am a sassenach," there's a sting to the word that bites unlike the loving way Jamie says it, "In her home. I will have to gain her trust just as I di the McKenzie's. I only hope that there will be less crass language in the process."
Claire removes herself from the bed. Arms dragging quilt from it with her where she bundles herself up in its warmth. She stands behind Jamie. "It's not the drinking. I think I know my way around a drunk Scot by now. You're trying to be someone you're not." A hand braves the cold, thankful for the comfort of the hearth to keep the nipping cold at bay, and takes one of Jamie's hands. "I stayed to be with you because I love you, James Alexander Malcom McKenzie Fraser." It's an admission that still stings deep in her heart. A spark lit by the gold band she still wears upon her finger, shaming her. "I want you to come back to me, but I'm not sure what would ease me would ease you. What if you told me about your father, I'm sure I would have loved to have met him."
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Modern Inheritance Cycle Characters: Eragon (pre-Blood Oath, book 1) and Arya (at least an attempt)
I own a copy of Crusader Kings 3, which is PHENOMENAL for character creation/visualization. So I got tinkering and got a fairly okay version of what Eragon looks like in Book 1. Since he's so young his appearance does change through the MIC version of book 2 since he and Co. spend nearly a year in Ellesmera, so this is just the Boi in book 1.
Is babby!
I...don't know why it's so gray now?? Damn it tumblr.
Anyway. He's average! Eragon has always been pretty average in appearance as far as I can tell. I don't see faces when I write, which makes this sorta thing difficult for me, but I did try to give his nose just a little bit of a hook/hawkish look to it. I feel like Eragon got more of his mother's looks while Murtagh got Morzan's, and poor Brom just gave the kid his nose.
I'll do his transformation and aged up version later.
But we also have my attempt at MIC!Arya, sans scars since I can't add those and a little less wild on the hair.
Significantly less 'alien' than the illustrated book has, but I just want my elves to appear just a liiiiiitle bit off. I'll probably go and do more edits later, but most of the time the elves don't look crazy like 'omg that's an elf' beyond the ears, but they all typically have high and defined cheekbones, slanted eyes and defined jawlines. If you stare at one long enough you'd probably go '..........is....is something off?'
It is more apparent as elves get older (typically starting around 4th century or so) that they start getting more and more 'off' looking. Their eyes get a sharper angle, pupils sometimes begin to appear just slightly slitted, jawline becomes just gradually more sharp along with the cheekbones. It's the original dragon bond intensifying, and usually is more apparent in those who can use magic (which is most but not all elves). It doesn't happen overnight but over decades.
There are those features that some elves are born with, and the ones that all elves are born with but are subdued until they can chose to let them be presented naturally or keep them subdued. That's mostly the teeth, while other elves sometimes are born with highly unusual eye coloration ('dragon eyes') or other manifestations of the original dragon bond, mostly mutations that present as physical draconic traits.
....what was i doing again?
#eragon#inheritance cycle#the cyclists#the world of eragon#the inheritance cycle#modern inheritance#ket's modern inheritance cycle#modern inheritance lore#modern inheritance art#technically not art?#iunno.#arya#arya drottningu#eragon shadeslayer#book 1 eragon
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For the Book Asks, 1, 3, 5, and 12, please?
Thanks for asking!
(I didn't anticipate how hard this would be. I don't do the weekly posts of entertainment I enjoyed anymore, and I don't use Goodreads or any other book tracking. Never really saw the point before this moment now that I'm having trouble remembering what all I've read this year. I can remember if I've read a book, but remembering when I read it is harder. But I'll try my best.)
#1. Best book you have read in 2023 so far: Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury (This is one of those books that I'd been meaning to read for many years. I finally got to it and loved it. It's not just a good book; it's a good book for me. Based on what I knew about it, I expected I'd like it a lot, and it totally delivered.)
#3. A new release you want to check out: The Late Mrs. Willoughby by Claudia Gray (It's a sequel to The Murder of Mr. Wickham, a murder mystery featuring a bunch of Jane Austen characters, and a couple of very charming original characters who team up to investigate the murder. I greatly enjoyed the first book. Claudia Gray has never let me down.)
#5. Biggest disappointment: The Easy Life in Kamusari by Shion Miura (This book was about a young guy beginning a career in forestry. It wasn't really disappointing, because I got it for free and went into the book without many expectations. I picked it for this question because it was the book I liked the least so far this year. It was okay though, and I finished it even though I took a break to read a different book. I may even check out the sequel at some point. The characters often felt unrealistic, but there was enough interesting stuff to it.)
#12. A book you need to read by the end of the year: Murtagh by Christopher Paolini (I wasn't quite sure how to answer this one. "Most anticipated book release" was a different question. I have a lot of books I want to read, but this says "need" like it's an assignment, and that's how this book feels to me. Not that I "need" to read it. I no longer feel compelled to finish books and series that I don't even like much, but I did have that problem in the past. It's what pushed me to read all 4 of those stupid Inheritance books even though the series just kept getting worse. The only thing that I liked about the last book was Murtagh's story. So when I found out another one was coming out, my first thought was, "Definitely won't be reading that!" And then I saw the title. That complicated things. Has Paolini finally figured out what was good about his books (what little there was)? Has he improved as a writer? I will find out! I will read this book this year, though I make no promise to finish! In fact, I promise to quit it if it doesn't show promise very early on in the story.)
This was fun! (I hope you don't take offense if you're a Paolini fan.)
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Alison Eales - Mox Nox - chamber folk/pop songs inspired by sundial mottos
Alison Eales is a long-standing member of the band Butcher Boy, playing piano, accordion and other keyboards as well as arranging for choir and brass. The band have made three studio albums: Profit in Your Poetry (2007), React or Die (2009) and Helping Hands (2011). All of these albums have been well-received, with React or Die featuring in The Times’ top 100 pop albums of the 2000s. The band have also released two EPs. A compilation album, You Had A Kind Face, was released on Needle Mythology in 2022, along with three new songs, with tracks mastered by Miles Showell at Abbey Road. Butcher Boy have supported bands including Belle and Sebastian, Scritti Politti and The Wedding Present.
Taking inspiration from sundial mottos, Mox Nox is an album about the passing of time – most specifically, the transition from day to night. Its twelve songs explore experiences of all-nighters, anxiety, travel, frustration, and friendship. The album combines acoustic and electronic instrumentation with samples of environmental sound, resulting in an indie pop record that is by turns playful and melancholy and that is likely to appeal to fans of Saint Etienne, The Magnetic Fields, Charlotte Gainsbourg, Stereolab, Jake Thackray and Kirsty MacColl.
With support from Creative Scotland, the album was produced by Paul Savage at Chem 19 studios. Cover artwork was designed by Rhian Nicholas at The Passenger Press in Glasgow, using a mix of traditional printmaking techniques. The design represents a sundial and was inspired by the cover of the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists, with its stylised Doomsday Clock.
The strings on Ever Forward were arranged and recorded by Pete Harvey at Pumpkinfield and performed by the Pumpkinseeds: Simon Graham (violin), Emma Connell-Smith (viola), Harriet Davidson (cello) and Chris Sergeant (double bass). Strings on other tracks were performed by Maya Burman-Roy (cello) and Cat Robertson (violin). Guitar on The Broken Song, Shadow Blister, A Natural History of California and Goodbye was played by Basil Pieroni. Diljeet Kaur Bhachu played flute on Negligence, Through Hoops, and Mox Nox. Joanne Murtagh played glockenspiel on Rapunzel, Negligence, Fifty-Five North and Mox Nox.
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hiiiii do u know any books where the ocean is a heavy presence? not just a setting but rather a theme in the book? ive read the seas by samantha hunt & summer of salt and those r good but i want more emphasis on ocean. i just really love aquatic life/the sea in general and would love some fiction books that surround it :3 sry if this is a weird question, ty!!!
it's not weird! here are some books where bodies of water – seas, oceans, lakes, rivers, and the occasional pond – are featured heavily
feel free to add, people!
middle grade
sabriel by garth nix
deep wizardry by diane duane
the wedding planner's daughter by coleen murtagh paratore
paola santiago and the river of tears by tehlor mejia
the girl from the sea by molly knox ostertag
greenwitch by susan cooper
the coming storm by regina m hansen
young adult
the dark tide by alicia jasinska
the scorpio races by maggie stiefvater
a far wilder magic by allison saft
lakelore by anna-marie mclemore
the wicked deep by shea ernshaw
impossible by nancy werlin
monsters born and made by tanvi berwah
the last true poets of the sea by julia drake
adult
the lake of dead languages by carol goodman
into the blue by pene henson
the house in the cerulean sea by tj klune
the ten thousand doors of january by alix e harrow
the starless sea by erin morgenstern (the sea is made of honey so it counts!!!)
ninth house by leigh bardugo
a river enchanted by rebecca ross
into the drowning deep by mira grant
#anyone else need recs?#if i had a nickel for every time a liminal space where a character is between life and death is a river i would have several nickels#and it's a favorite trope!
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*brain thinking about Eragon*
Hmmmm...
Not fun.
Uhh, how many times had someone had a scar, injury, or 'abnormal' feature healed?
In a fantasy world with magic, okay, but... Now it's easy. They had 'difficulties' for a short time.
Main ones I think of:
Eragon had his back fully healed and given eleven features with abilities.
Murtagh had no more scars. Galbatorix was a creep.
Roran had his back pieced back together. (With arguments taking place after his punishment.)
The baby has her lip filled out so she could eat, but I'm pretty sure they were talking about her future looks. But Eragon learned more about the Ancient Language and how elves sing things into changing.
Yet, Elva was forever changed. But Eragon learned that words were important. And he feels responsible now.
And Eragon chose to make his knuckles similar to what dwarves could do to weaponize their first. ...he was camping/traveling with Arya.
Am I thinking too much into this? Why do some things seem easy for some characters after all the build up? This difficult, but OH look, not so bad. It's all fine now when it counts so you don't lose and have a better chance.
But, it's after someone suddenly was given something or OH surprise, this can happen.
Oh well, I guess?
#where dreamers go#eragon#I'm ranting because as an adult with chronic pain. I can't relate to Eragon's pain that magically went away#I'm still upset that Carn was killed!!! Seriously??! He was a highlight of Roran chapters#it's everything related to how people look and what people world think??#it's a fantasy world. and the boys were healed and they don't have to worry about their bodies while walking around#but Elva has gone through crap because of choices people made for her. she should be upset#the inheritance cycle#the world of eragon
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John had warned me ahead of time that the only way to reach the sick bay was to pass one of the large prisoner cells, and as we approached it, the steady murmur of Scottish voices reached my ears. I experienced a rush of nostalgia so potent that my eyes prickled with tears, and I blinked them away rapidly to keep my vision clear.
The voices went quiet as we passed, and I kept my chin level and pointed forward, resisting the urge to search for familiar faces. I had intentionally worn my hair up to contain the chaos of my recalcitrant curls. If, by chance, there were men I knew within these cells, they would hopefully not be able to get a good enough look at me to recognize me. My hair was my most notable feature, and none of them would have expected to see me looking cool and calm on the arm of a redcoat.
When we entered the sickbay, however, all pretenses of composure fell away. Because the only patient in the room was Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser.
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓 ―― Repost, don’t reblog;
𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 ――
FULL NAME: James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser
NICKNAME: Jamie
ALIASES: Jamie Mactavish, Laird Broch Tuarach, Red Jamie, Dunbonnet, Alex Mackenzie, Jamie Roy / Alexander Malcolm, Colonel Fraser.
SEX: male.
SIZE: 6'2".
AGE: I write him between the age of 22 and his late 50s.
ZODIAC: Taurus (May 1st)
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Gaelic, English, French
𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ――
HAIR: a red/auburn colour, long and worn loose in his youth, but tied up more frequently later in life.
FACIAL HAIR: he normally has some light stubble.
EYES: blue.
SKIN TONE: he's a pale scot.
BODY TYPE: well built, muscular.
VOICE: enjoy.
DOMINANT HAND: right.
POSTURE: he carries himself like any soldier would, tall and broad, often towering over everyone else.
SCARS: Jamie has many scars, but most notable are the lash marks across his back, and the healed gash on his inner thigh from Culloden.
TATTOOS: none.
PIERCINGS: none.
BIRTHMARKS: none.
MOST NOTABLE FEATURES: his mop of auburn hair, the scars on his back, his broad shoulders.
𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 ――
PLACE OF BIRTH: Lallybroch, Scotland.
HOMETOWN: Lallybroch, Scotland.
SIBLINGS: William Fraser, Jenny Fraser, Robert Fraser.
PARENTS: Brian & Ellen Fraser.
𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ――
OCCUPATION: Scottish Laird, Jacobite rebel, Prisoner, Printer, Smuggler and Landowner. Not all at the same time, mind you lmao.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Fraser's Ridge, North Carolina.
CLOSE FRIENDS: Lord John Grey, Murtagh Fitzgibbons, Anora Theirin, Elizabeth Swann.
FINANCIAL STATUS: verse dependent, but mostly comfortable.
DRIVER'S LICENSE: n/a.
CRIMINAL RECORD: a reformed (maybe) enemy of the British Crown and former Jacobite.
VICES: his anger and pride for sure, his tendency to act first, think later, the fact that he is a violent man, as well as his somewhat traditionalist views.
𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ――
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual.
PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE: switch.
PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE: switch.
TURN OFFS: this is pretty tricky to define aside from "anyone who is not Claire" lmao. but I think, talking about an AU during the twenty years without Claire, Jamie would struggle to go for anyone who wasn't strong-willed and stubborn.
LOVE LANGUAGE: physical touch, words of affirmation, acts of service, gift giving, quality time. all of it, basically. he loves to love.
RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES: completely and utterly devoted ? he's the most romantic bastard ever.
𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ――
CHARACTER'S THEME TUNE: moch sa mhadainn
HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME: Jamie enjoys reading, playing chess, hunting, fishing and busying himself with his hands around Fraser's Ridge. He built the main house in Fraser's Ridge mostly by himself and enjoyed every second of it.
LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED: left brained.
SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL: he is pretty confident in himself, his moral compass, and the love he holds for those around him.
TAGGED BY: @goldenngore
TAGGING: anyone who would like to do this!
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