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LMAO LIFT'S REINTRODUCTION IS INCREDIBLE
she trespassed into dalinar's vision, called his ass tight, said he was too grumpy to be trustworthy, spooked odium (SPOOKED ODIUM AND HE COULDN'T SEE HER) and left. what a FUCKING icon
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Since some of the early Stormlight 5 chapters were read at the Lost Metal release, I could not not draw a young boy and his favourite animal!
Molly is a good one. She will be totally fine, won‘t she? Am I right, am I right?!!
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[image description: First image is a blurred one with the text "Minor spoiler for Stormlight 5 from the start of Seth's flashbacks" on it.
The second image is it unblurred. It shows Szeth as a young boy sitting next to a sheep in an idyllic green meadow, with rolling hills and a hazy blue mountain range in the background. Szeth is about ten to twelve years old and his curly blond hairs echo the curly and soft white fleece of the old ewe next to him. He wears a loose short and pants of drab grey and brown and bright red kerchief around his neck. His feet are barefoot in the grass. His hands grab onto the wool of his favorite sheep who looks content to just lay there with him. Szeth in turn looks rather worried, melancholically gazing into the distance. More fluffy sheep can be made out further back.
The third image is a sketch of Szeth burying his face into the sheep's fleece. One hand caressing her fluffy cheek with its thumb.
The fourth image shows young Szeth standing next to his father Neturo half hidden behind his back. Neturo wears a light shirt and striped pants in muted colours and a large woven sunhat. There is a dash of green colour on a small bow tied around the tip of his long brown beard. Both he and Szeth giving a small red rock peaking through the green grass at their feet some very concerned looks.]
#SA 5#stormlight spoilers#stormlight archive#stormlight 5#spoilers#stormlight 5 spoilers#flashbacks#szeth son neturo#szeth#shinovar#sheep#molly#cosmere#brandon sanderson#fanart#described
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tagged by the most iconic duo @volaile and @sealnami thank you!!!!!!!
last song you listened to: black sheep - brie larson version (spto reawakened my love for this song... envy adams you will always be famous 🫶)
last movie you watched: last night in soho! i have mixed feelings about the ending, but it was a very enjoyable movie nonetheless!
currently watching: im rewatching atla... currently on s2... zuko my beloved. i was really sick two weeks ago and needed something fun and i never finished watching the third season.....
other things you’ve watched this year: BREAKING BAD.... wwdits (the series), spto, one piece live action, ive also rewatched p&p 2005 my beloved. i think thats all? to be honest im not a huge series/movies guy dkksgksg
currently reading: i am finally (finally finally!) digging my way through the way of kings by brandon sanderson! ive been wanting to read the stormlight archives for years but was always intimidated by the sheer size of the books... wish me luck!!
currently listening to: hawaii part ii album of all time
currently working on: my big 7yg fic aka my white whale.... yes ive been working on it for more than a year. no i do not know when it'll be ready to be published. also... two vk siblings wips AND The Proposal Casefic
current obsession: i am a dumb bitch with terrible taste (ive been so obsessed with octopath traveler 2. is it a good game? arguably. is it fun? oh YEAH. also lesbians???!?!?!??!??)
tagging @bitterqueenbean @caecilian-king @eliounora @frogs-in3-hills @mushroombo @zukkas @juliehoop and @mutxnts ! and anyone else who wants to do it!!!!
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The Indifferent World
Summary: The tale of a person who falls into another world with an entirely different set of physics. A cosmic entity is soon to eat the sun and it is up to her to change the world's thinking by her very presence in time to change it's fabric and to save it. (Based on a dream I had, old work).
The Indifferent World
Shadsie
“My universe doesn’t work this way.”
“How, pray tell, does it work?”
“It is mostly indifferent.”
The man guiding Kris gave her a perplexed look, furrowing his brow even as he passed a viciously-pointed stave into her hands. Explaining “home” had been hard enough so far in a world where the laws of physics as Kris had known them seemed to be at work only in selective intervals. Certainly swords and poleaxes worked the same way here as they did at home, as did horses and wind and the general layout of architecture. Gravity worked, for the most part, and the birds looked and worked like normal birds although the young woman had found some things to use as improbable gliders when trying to escape the ramparts of the castle where she was being held. She’d have probably broken bones if that aspect hadn’t been at least a little bit as “cartoonish” as it was, although she was caught and brought back again, anyway.
She was not treated poorly here, quite the opposite, but she wished to go home. There had to be a way, she only had to find it and suspected it lay somewhere in the Eastern Woods, where she had first arrived. There were no light portals or swirly things. She suspected she was asleep because her arrival here seemed to coincide with her getting droopy-eyed while doing a painting. Around-and-around her brush went over a circle of yellow-white paint representing a fading sun in a darkened sky – around-and-around until she’d felt as if she’d been drawn into the world of the painting, stepping out into a dappled wood.
She vaguely remembered an old book series she’d read. Yeah, the Pevensie children got into Narnia by staring at a painting in one of those Faerie stories. Kris had been actually creating a painting. She was sure she was not high at the time: At least as not as long as fumes from the linseed oil and turpentine weren’t getting to her too much. She always worked in well-ventilated areas. She was also pretty sure that this wasn’t Narnia.
Her captors called their world “Earth.” It wasn’t home, though - it definitely wasn’t home.
When she’d found herself fully upright rather than sitting at her easel and her boots were crunching the dried detritus of a forest floor, what she could see beyond the upper trees was blue. It wasn’t the sky of her painting, although the trees were similar. When the soldiers had arrested her and taken her out into the fields surrounding Highwater Castle, the sky was as blue as any she’d seen, dotted with puffy clouds that seemed to mirror the numerous sheep grazing the lawns.
The sky was rust-bloody red now and the sun was dim. Pietro, the guardsman with her, regarded her seriously in the stormlight as he strapped plates of armor over her arms and shins. “How is it different?” he asked, wondering if she had some kind of answer that would win the coming battle. Perhaps he was trying to goad her, to get her mind to work the way the people here wanted it to.
“For one thing,” she answered, “our sun and the light that it gives us is not tied to the welfare of a maiden.”
“Even so, Outlander, if you continue to value your life,” the man said with a shiver, “you will assist in protecting Lady Umbra – even if you do not think she should exist.”
Kris could not tell anyone entirely how she’d wound up at a Medieval-looking fortress in some alternate version of Earth and the Universe – or wherever she was. She’d tried waking up several times. Pain was real here and she could tell time and read books without the numbers and words jumbling together. She pinched herself and water was cold and she was still here. Most things worked by regular logic, save those few things that were very different, but differed in the way of a constructed world – like that of a book or a game or a film. The “rules,” even the ones that did not make sense to her, were consistent. One thing that she knew that was strangest of things about this place was that all the people here spoke and wrote in perfect English in the style of her era, so she had no problem communicating here.
The other thing she knew was that the world was about to end.
She looked up at the wounded sky to the dying sun. People were screaming behind her. There were rally-shouts to defend the castle and its inmost sanctum where the ailing Sun Maiden was guarded. The clouds moved like black smoke over the red face of the sky. Kris could have sworn she saw the darkest of them form into a maw with fangs briefly over the sun before a wind blew them back into something paler and more amorphous. The forces of Darkness had been winning most of the battles of late. Smoke-Ghosts, eyeless beasts and human troops of surrounding kingdoms who were loyal to the End for their own mysterious reasons had taken the mountain fortresses and were quickly encroaching upon the Center of the World. The war seemed nearly at an end, one that would see humankind and most animal and plant life defeated and eventually extinct.
The Beast of Entropy was nearly upon the Kingdom of Light. If the Beast swallowed up the Maiden or if she died from the bombardment of malevolent energies surrounding them all, the sun itself would die forever, flickering out like the flame of a spent candle. First would come the heat as the Beast would revel in his destruction, stirring up the fire-mountains with his great paws. Of course, the people would scramble to build fires to keep themselves warm and lit for as long as possible from any consumable source, fighting the Night as living things do by mad instinct. After that, the cold would come and then the bitter deep chill. After that the silence would fall.
The laughter of Entropy filled the air, although nothing was seen of any great creature. Kris wondered at what the personification of a cosmic force was supposed to look like, anyway. The myths she’d been told described this particular god as being both draconic and catlike, but that he could take the form of any fear. It seemed kind of hokey to Kris. Then again, just a few days ago she’d met a young woman close to her age whose fate was connected to the sun and whose life guaranteed its place in the sky.
As soon as she’d arrived in this world, she’d been taken by soldiers to Highwater Castle where the local royalty were inexplicably quick to make friends with her. Apparently, she was a part of some sort of prophecy. They’d spoke of having “Outworlders” arrive before – typically from other planets with other suns that were guarded by Maidens. Only a few came from places such as hers where the laws were different and it was only people who came from these places that had a chance, they believed, of “breaking the Cycle.”
She was set to be one of the guardians of a woman named Lady Umbra. She’d met Glace and Matilda, the girls’ other bodyguards and both natives of the land. Glace experimented in something she called “science” that seemed much more to Kris like magic – mainly in developing technology to control her naturally-occurring ice-powers. Matilda was a standard ax-wielding warrioress. Their charge, the Lady Umbra, was a pale-skinned, dark-haired, dark eyed youth and was slated to succeed the previous Keeper of the Sun. She was to become nothing less than a goddess – “Sol-53,” to be precise, after her powers fully manifested and after a ceremony. “Sol-52,” her predecessor, had passed away recently from the Darkness-sickness before the girl could become a full-fledged replacement.
The Beast of Entropy had sensed this weakness and had sped across the Void to begin his assault upon this Earth’s sun and its light.
Lady Umbra had not been trained to her destiny specifically. She was, however, since birth, heavily scrutinized along with many other girls as a member of a genetic line from which any member displaying certain attributes could be chosen. Her mother and father had named her “Umbra” – a name denoting shadows – specifically to try to spare her the “blessing” of being chosen to become a goddess of the sun. Unfortunately for her, she had the correct traits for it in the end and had been born in a world enslaved to Fate.
“So you are the latest one they dragged in to try to break the chains of Fate?” Umbra asked as she poured Kris a dainty cup of tea from a delicate ceramic teapot painted with pink roses. Kris took the cup, unsure of proper teatime etiquette. She’d had plenty of tea in her time, but it was typically Southern iced sweet-tea or it was hot but taken in a huge coffee mug because even while Kris preferred tea to coffee, she was a less-than-polite American who liked all drinks that sat beside her while she worked to be nice and big for the sake of not having to take refills.
“I guess so,” she replied. “I just really want to go home, actually. Even exploring this world outside these halls and towers would be nice, but it seems that I am a prisoner until I serve some kind of use. I am confused by all of this.”
“Everyone is,” Umbra said as she sipped her cup of spiced oolong. “The king and the priests just love when someone crosses over from a world where stars are not connected to people such as me and you said that you come from such a place, correct?”
“I do,” Kris answered. “Where I come from, the sun is a mass of fire.” She wasn’t entirely sure if this was the correct terminology – she was certain that it wasn’t and that it would make anyone she knew who had any kind of interest in even rudimentary astrophysics tear their hair out in frustration with her. She thought it best to keep the conversation simple. “What I learned in my childhood schooling, anyway, is my world’s sun is a ball of burning gases. It sometimes flares up, causing problems in our… communication-magic. But… it’s not connected to anyone’s life. Our lives depend upon it, but it doesn’t depend upon us at all. It was there before we were and will spin on long after we are gone. It’s set to die one day, but long in the future – likely after my people will meet extinction by natural causes or after our descendants have colonized other worlds and have transformed into different kinds of beings.”
“Our priests pray for our world to become such an indifferent one.” Umbra stated.
“What’s funny,” Kris replied, “Is that so many of my people get the existential shivers when they think of how indifferent our universe is to them. The sun and the stars will spin on long after them. Some of the distant stars they see in the sky are long dead, themselves, the light oblivious to their watching even if those stars were ever conscious to begin with. Entropy exists, but not as a beast with a will to destroy. It is indifferent, as well.”
“Does your world not have gods?”
“We have gods… sort of. There are many kinds of beliefs in my world, many gods, one, none… It’s nothing like what this world runs under. No one seems to be sure of anything and people who act all cocksure that only they are right are the people I’m most suspicious of. That’s just my personal view, though.”
“Hmmm.”
“What I’m trying to say is that, no, we do not have Sun Maidens or Star Maidens. If you’d been born in my world, the sun would give its light with or without you. You wouldn’t have any powers over it. You’d have to find some other thing to carry for people to count on you.”
Kris said this last bit with a smile, a full believer in the concept of kindness carrying kindness and that no one was ever a hero or a villain on their own, but shaped by the circumstances and other people in their lives. She’d wanted to find something to do to be helpful to the world. So far, she was only an art student, having chosen that field over anything her parents thought was useful. Her aunt who’d once been a graphic designer had actually tried to discourage her, telling her that the working world with that was a “plane full of predators” that would chew her up and spit her out. It was true that she could have tried for something better suited to her world like becoming a doctor or joining the military – things most people thought “counted,” but she was drawn to the pencil and the paintbrush in a way that wouldn’t’ be denied. She mused that she might be as much a prisoner to her “calling” as the Sun Maiden was to hers.
The difference, of course, was that her curses were taken on by choice. They had not been forced upon her.
“So, in your world, I would be free…” Umbra said softly.
“Probably not entirely,” Kris said, “because no one is. Limits exist everywhere, even in my world, but, as much as any living creature can have freedom, I’m sure you would be free if you’d lived in my world.”
“I never asked to become the sun,” Umbra said ruefully. “I never asked to be its light in human form upon the Earth, to convey to it the needs of the people. Those are the duties set before me once I become strong. The sun will give its power to me to protect my people with divine Fire and Light, to protect my people from the Darkness. I will be given higher regard than the king and the queen – but I never wanted it. My parents are merchants. Is it strange that I desired a peasant’s life?”
“Not at all.”
“I like chickens. I wanted just to have a cottage somewhere and raise chickens. I know all about different breeds and the different kinds of eggs they lay. I’m not ashamed to clean a coop.”
“A simple life is as proud as any other.”
“I also wanted to know what having sex might be like someday.”
Kris snorted and spit out all of her tea.
Umbra laughed. “Too blunt?”
“A little. You mean, you dreamed of marriage to some gallant young man and all that?”
“Not necessarily. As the Sun Keeper, I am slated to remain ‘pure.’ It’s said that when the sun chose young men that it was the same deal for them – the whole virginity thing.”
“I’ve never actually been much interested in losing it in a hurry, myself,” Kris said. “I haven’t found the right person, I guess, but since I became an adult, I’ve at least had the choice in that.”
Matilda entered the room without knocking. “It is time your bed rest, M’Lady,” she told Umbra.
“Yes, Ma’am,” the girl replied.
“The Outworlder shall leave to her own quarters at once.”
With a glare, Kris departed as asked, to be led by Glace, who was waiting at the door. Neither of them trusted her completely, but they seemed to have an awareness that she could be the key to their world’s salvation – and the salvation of their beloved young mistress.
Kris thought about it as she was taken back to her chambers. She was a prisoner not because she was a threat, but because she was a commodity. In her months here, she had learned all she could – or at least, all that her captors would tell her.
People from worlds without celestial Keepers were said to potentially possess the power to undo the cosmic Fate simply by not believing in it. There was some prophecy in the ancient archives that held that when the right Outworlder came along, one coming from a world in which the sun, the moon and the stars operated completely without tether to any mortal’s soul nor to any of the cities or kingdoms, their sheer disbelief in the world they now walked in could loose the sun and free its goddess to remain a mortal.
In other words, it was Kris’ own logic, imagination and her very longing for her own world that could defeat the ages-old threat of the willful Beast of Entropy.
As it was, the sun and the Light were vulnerable prey. Even when any Sun Keeper came into her own as a physical goddess, there were things that could kill her – such as sicknesses with their origins in dark energies. The blades of swords might bounce off her milk-soft skin when she came to that point, but the energies were always present and were always in danger of growing – particularly with their connections with the morality of the local people and their morale in general.
As it was, Lady Umbra was still fully mortal. She felt not only the bombardment of cruel energies, but could be slain by any means that would kill any other young girl.
Kris tried for the sake of them all to imagine herself out of this quagmire. She thought of home and let her sickness for it consume her hours in hopes that she would find it, but also that this world would become more like it. This was an entire world full of desperate people. She could not blame them for trying to use her. It was also a fact that she liked Lady Umbra a great deal. Her visits with the kind, intelligent and occasionally blunt young woman were the highlight of her days even as the girl was ill often and the skies grew ever darker.
Kris tried to imagine the Beast away, but the more she tried, the more she saw his shadow on the moon and the more she saw him in the clouds. The ancient scribes that had illustrated the ancient texts she was given to read did not help. They’d drawn the damnable thing – as a dragon mixed with a cat, full of horns and hair and razor-spines jutting off its shoulders. It was a big-eared whiskered demon.
The artist imagined the creature taking the sun up as ball and batting it around like a cat does with a toy. She immediately regretted it when she was sure she saw the noonday sun flicker outside her tower window. No, the sun was still there and not being batted around like a ball. There was a cry from Lady Umbra’s chamber, as if the girl was having a nightmare.
No… she couldn’t give him power. She couldn’t give the ways of this world power. She had to free it. She was in a world that was unbelievable. It was a world like a book, a game or a film. “This cannot be a real world,” she told herself, “That is the only way I can change it – if I keep thinking of it as unreal.”
She was escorted to the castle’s altar-area where the Kingdom of Light’s priests prayed for an indifferent world – not caring that such a world could make someone feel utterly alone. Kris did wish she could go back to being insignificant again. She preferred it to having a world set upon her shoulders.
When the Smoke-Ghosts and the Dark Alliance breached the Kingdom of Light’s mountain passes, they came upon Castle Highwater like a wave. This is how Kris the Outworlder found herself in the broken armory with the old soldier named Pietro. This was how she found herself trying to explain what she already had tried to convey to many others.
She thanked the man and took spear he’d given her. She ran back toward Umbra’s chambers over rubble and the ruin. Her ears rang with cannon-fire as Hightower’s soldiers tried to combat the physical dimensions of the onslaught. She looked above and saw the clouds form into lithe and dark cat-shapes to play and dance and hide in a disturbing manner.
Kris tried to avoid the fighting, not being trained from youth in melee combat in the same manner as the men defending the fortress. She was not a magical creature, either and felt like she was carrying the spear as a prop. She decapitated a Smoke-Ghost and watched it dissipate into the ether. Two formed from the shimmering air in its place.
A roar shook the castle and a wall fell. Instead of running from the disaster, she ran toward it because she spied Lady Umbra – carried in the arms of Glace, who was fighting off a group of eyeless lizards with the ice-channeling guns on her wrists.
“I am trying as hard as I can to make sense of this!” Kris called as she ran toward the two. “I am so sorry! My mind cannot seem to stop this!”
“Don’t worry, just fight!” Glace shouted.
Kris held her spear out before her, certain that if this was a dream that it must be her death-dream, either that or she was going to awaken as soon as she died – that tended to happen to her whenever she dreamed of her own death, which was why she never believed in that whole “You die in your dream, you die in real life” malarkey. At the same time, she did care – at least for Umbra – just a little and did not want to just vanish and leave the girl to her fate.
That was when the smoke of hundreds of Smoke-Ghosts turned upon the wind and gathered into an enormous, beastly shape. It roared and was blacker than black, deeper than night – Kris felt like she was staring into a black hole when she beheld its flowing fur which strangely shimmered in the outlines of its windblown locks. It was a giant cat – though its muzzle was burly and wide, resembling the snout and mouth on certain kinds of dogs. It had four long horns like those of a four-horned ram, two upright, two curved back and forward like hooks. Its eyes glowed like a pale winter moon until they flashed “out” into a deeper black-hole void than its wild hair.
It rounded upon the figures standing in the rubble of the castle, including Kris. She trembled. She found within herself a fiery will, a sudden surge of passion.
“You aren’t supposed to exist!” she screamed. “You are just a force! You shouldn’t have a will of your own! You are no breathing beast!”
Before she knew what she was doing, she was running forward with her spear and thrust it right into the giant cat-nose of the Beast of Entropy. It shook its great head in annoyance and shifted around her, opening its maw and showing its teeth. When she thought she hadn’t seen anything blacker, she beheld the Beast’s throat.
The last thing she heard was a horrific crunch as Light went out.
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Kris and Pietro wandered around for neither of them knew how long – hours or days. The last survivors of Highwater were scattered and they didn’t see another soul, even when they could find enough fuel for torches.
The image of Lady Umbra and her guardian Glace at once being taken by Entropy haunted Kris’ memory. It was her last flash of daylight-sight before the Darkness had fallen like iron. She did not know why the creature left her alone – perhaps it was because he had gotten what he’d came to this world for. The sun had vanished in an instant, dying with the Maiden. None could tell what was going on in the precious little light to see by the torches and fires raging on the castle grounds in this new deep night. Entropy and his forces had vanished completely, leaving the world to die off. Presumably, he was off to other planets that hung in this universe, to other suns, to devour other Sun Maidens.
Pietro, the soldier, didn’t even have the will to kill her. She had failed to protect Lady Umbra, but all he could do was to walk with her and to rest at will, not that there was anywhere to go.
Kris watched her companion lay down beyond the last embers of a dying campfire. The last bits of orange glow upon the hills had long gone out. The heat of high summer was fading quickly, although Kris was surprised at how long it was lingering. She’d failed in her duty – the role having been thrust upon her without much knowledge aside.
She remembered the words that everyone had feared – “First the heat, then the cold, then the <i>deep chill</i> and then the silence.”
At present, the night was cavernous. The only light was from the pitiful campfire, losing the last of its fuel and of the distant stars. Perhaps other worlds in this universe would have better luck with their own Sun Keepers – if that is the way it worked. Kris wondered if any of those stars was the one connected to her Earth, shining into this universe somehow. If she could not go home she could at least dream of it.
It was strange, she thought, how so many of the people here had prayed for an indifferent world, a world like hers where the celestial bodies spun along without anyone’s life or death being involved and long after anyone’s lifespan. She thought, ruefully, that they had gotten an indifferent world of a differing kind. Entropy had his way – stalking in on cat-feet to pad away, leaving any survivors to an enduring darkness. The air was already growing cold enough for Kris to shiver beneath the wool blankets that she’d hastily grabbed along with the other early survivors, wondering when the shivering would fail to warm her body and wondering when she’d just go numb. She was already so tired.
“See you in the morning,” her companion said from behind the almost-dead fire. Both of them knew that there would be no actual morning. It was doubtful that either of them would get through the requisite sleeping hours.
The last of the summer crickets chirped – just one playing his song to some mate that would not hear him in the deepening darkness. Kris listened to the bright chirp-chirps until they grew more distant with a greater gap of time in between.
The chirping stopped and the silence fell.
#short story#fantasy#fantasy short story#apocalypse#isekai#the sun#sun#stories based on dreams#solar eclipse special!#solar eclipse#not written for the solar eclipse#this is very old work#I just thought it appropriate to post on this day
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It
Jacques Le Fataliste
Jane Eyre
Jaunt
Job: a Comedy of Justice
John Dies at the End
John Grisham
Johnathan Livingston Seagull
Johnny Got His Gun
Jon Ronson
Journal of a Novel
Jurassic Park
Justine
L'histoire D'o
Lamb
Last Exit to Brooklyn
Les Miserables
Lies My Teacher Told Me
Life of Pi
Limits and Renewals
Little House in the Big Woods
Lockwood & Co.
Lolita
Looking for Trouble
Lord Foul’s Bane
Lord of the Flies
Lyddie
Malazan Book of the Fallen
Maldoror
Manufacturing Consent: the Political Economy of the Mass Media
Man’s Search for Meaning
Mark Twain’s Autobiography
Maus
Meditations
Megamorphs (series)
Mein Kampf
Memnooch the Devil
Metro 2033
Michael Crichton
Middlesex
Mindhunter
Misery
Mistborn
Moby Dick
Mrs. Dalloway
My Side of the Mountain
My Sweet Audrina
Nacht über Der Prärie (night over the Prairie)
Naked Lunch
Name of the Wind
Neuromancer
Never Let Me Go
Neverwhere
New York
Next
Night
Night Shift
Norwegian Wood
Notes from Underground
Nothing to Envy: Real Lives in North Korea
Of Mice and Men
Of Nightingales That Weep
Ohio
Old Mans War
Old Mother West Wind
On Heroes and Tombs
On Laughter and Forgetting
On the Road
One Flew over the Cuckoos Nest
One Hundred Years of Solitude
One of Us
Painted Bird
Patrick Rothfuss
Perfume: the Story of a Murderer
Persepolis
Pet Sematary
Peter Pan
Pillars of the Earth
Poisonwood Bible
Pride and Predjudice
Ready Player One
Rebecca
Red Mars
Red Night (series)
Red Shirts
Red Storm Rising
Redwall
Replay
Requiem for a Dream
Revenge
Riftwar Saga
Ringworld
Roald Dahl
Rolls of Thunder, Hear My Cry
Round Ireland with a Fridge
Running with Scissors
Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes
Sapiens, a Brief History of Humankind
Scary Stories to Read in the Dark
Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark
Schindler’s List
Sein Und Zeit
Shades of Grey
Sharp Objects
Shattered Dreams
Sherlock Holmes
Sho-gun
Siddhartha
Sisypho
Skin and Other Stories
Slaughterhouse Five
Smoke & Mirrors
Snow Crash
Soldier Son
Sometimes a Great Notion
Sphere
Starship Troopers
Stiff, the Curious Lives of Human Cadavers
Storied Life of A.j. Fikry
Stormlight Archives
Story of the Eye
Stranger in a Strange Land
Surely, You're Joking
Survivor Type (short Story)
Suttree
Swan Song
Tale of Two Cities
Tales of the South Pacific
The Alchemist
The Altered Carbon Trilogy
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay
The Art of Deception
The Art of Fielding
The Art of War
The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing, Traitor to the Nation
The Autobiography of Henry Viii
The Autobiography of Malcolm X
The Beach
The Bell Jar
The Bible
The Bloody Chamber
The Book Thief
The Boy in the Striped Pajamas
The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao
The Brothers Karamazov
The Call of Cthulu and Other Weird Stories
The Cask of Amontillado (short Story)
The Catcher in the Rye
The Chronicles of Narnia
The Clown
The Color out of Space
The Communist Manifesto
The Complete Fiction of H.p. Lovecraft
The Count of Monte Cristo
The Curious Case of the Dog in the Night Time
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime
The Dagger and the Coin
The Damage Done
The Dark Tower
The Declaration of Independence, the Us Constitution, and the Bill of Rights
The Devil in the White City
The Dharma Bums
The Diamond Age
The Dice Man
The Discworld Series
The Dresden Files
The Elegant Universe
The First Law Trilogy
The Forever War
The Foundation Trilogy
The Gentleman Bastard Sequence
The Geography of Nowhere
The Girl Next Door
The Girl on the Milk Carton
The Giver
The Giving Tree
The God of Small Things
The Grapes of Wrath
The Great Gatsby
The Great Gilly Hopkins
The Hagakure
The Half a World Trilogy
The Handmaid’s Tale
The Heart is a Lonely Hunter
The Hiding Place
The History of Love
The Hobbit
The Hot Zone
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
The Hyperion Cantos
The Jaunt
The Jungle
The Key to Midnight
The Killing Star
The Kingkiller Chronicles
The Kite Runner
The Last Question (short Story)
The Lies of Lock Lamora
The Little Prince
The Long Walk
The Lord of the Rings
The Lottery (short Story)
The Lovely Bones
The Magicians
The Magus
The Martian
The Master and Margarita
The Metamorphosis of Prime Intellect
The Monster at the End of This Book
The Moon is a Harsh Mistress
The Music of Eric Zahn (short Story)
The Name of the Wind & the Wise Man's Fear
The Necronomicon
The New Age of Adventure: Ten Years of Great Writing
The Night Circus
The Nightmare Box
The Odyssey
The Omnivore's Dilemma
The Orphan Master’s Son
The Outsiders
The Painted Bird
The Perks of Being a Wallflower
The Phantom Tollbooth
The Picture of Dorian Gray
The Pit and the Pendulum
The Plague
The Prince
The Prince of Tides
The Princess Bride
The Prophet
The Queen’s Gambit
The Rape of Nanking
The Red Dwarf
The Republic
The Rifter Saga
The Road
The Satanic Verses
The Screwtape Letters
The Secret History
The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel
The Selfish Gene
The Shining
The Shrine of Jeffrey Dahmer
The Silmarillion
The Sirens of Titan
The Six Wives of Henry the 8th
The Solitude of Prime Numbers
The Speaker of the Dead
The Stars My Destination
The Stormlight Archive
The Story of My Tits
The Stranger
The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck
The Suspicions of Mr. Witcher
The Tao of Pooh
The Things They Carried
The Time Machine
The Time Traveller’s Wife
The Tin Drum
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
The Unthinkable Thoughts of Jacob Green
The Wasp Factory
The Wind Up Bird Chronicle
The Wind-up Bird Chronicle
The World According to Garp
The Yellow Wallpaper
Their Eyes Were Watching God
Things Fall Apart
Thirsty
This Blinding Absence of Light
Tiger!
Time Enough for Love
To Kill a Mockingbird
To Say Nothing of the Dog
Toni Morrison
Too Many Magicians
Traumnovelle
Tuesdays with Morrie
Tuf Voyaging
Undeniable
Under Plum Lake
Universe in a Nutshell
Unwind
Uzumaki
Various
Village Life in Late Tsarist Russia
Walden
War & Peace
War and Peace
Warriors: Bluestar’s Prophecy
Watchers
Water for Elephants
Watership Down
We Have Always Lived in the Castle
We Need to Talk About Kevin
Wheel of Time
When Rabbit Howls
Where the Red Fern Grows
Where the Sidewalk Ends
Why I Am Not a Christian
Why People Believe Weird Things
Wizards First Rule
Wool
World War Z
Worm
Wuthering Heights
You Can Choose to Be Happy
Zen & the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
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Meet the Witch*
*I prefer the term “religiously witch-adjacent”
April 27, 2022 (very late to the trend lol)
Name: Adonis, though you can also call me Don
Pronouns: they/them or ze/zir
Age: 23
Signs: Gemini Sun, Capricorn Moon, Taurus Rising
Where: Ontario!
Magical Interests:
Divination, particularly tarot + my diy oracle deck, bibliomancy, and oneiromancy
very very slowly learning about geomancy and astrology
Herb-based magic and Pharmakeia
sound-based magic, mostly bells and chimes (yes I’m obsessed w Sabriel, how did you know?)
magical theory (the hows and whys)
at this point mostly learning about a bit of this and a bit of that, casting a wide net before I narrow my interests more to build my practice
Religious Interests/Primary Deities:
Kirke and Telegonos (oathbound but technically not formally devoted, it’s complicated)
working on incorporating their retinue/family (Helios, Telemachus, Penelope, Okeanos, Tethys, and assorted nymphai)
Ontarion, the limnos of Lake Ontario
Aphrodite and Adonis, Demeter and Her Daughter, Hermes
Looking into adding Gaia and Artemis as patrons of my field (ecology)
Starting research into Religio Romana and Greco-Roman syncretism
recently starting incorporating Mercurius, alone and in conjunction with Hermes
Some Of My Favorite Magic Blogs:
I’m very bad at remembering URLS but these are the first that come to mind
@upthewitchypunx
@windvexer
@breelandwalker
@will-o-the-witch
@hekateanwitchcraft
Fun Facts:
domestic pigeons are my favorite bird and my dream is to have a loft one day💕
Soay are my favorite sheep
graduating with a BSc in ecology and animal physiology in June!
Miscellaneous
Favorite Music: Se So Neon, Orville Peck, Ben & Ben, Hozier, Woodz, Seventeen, Pentagon, Red Velvet, Twice, Day6
Favorite Books: Lord of the Rings, Entangled Life, The Queen’s Thief series, the Stormlight Archives, ASOIAF, the Teixcalaan duology, His Dark Materials, Annihilation
Currently watching: Bridgerton Season 2, Queer Eye
Currently reading: Field Notes on Science & Nature
Other hobbies:
Playing piano and guitar
Embroidery
Gardening
Vidya games (recently Stardew Valley, Pokemon Shining Pearl, Minecraft, Book of Travels, and Strange Horticulture)
#religiously witch adjacent means i primarily worship Kirke and i study magic under her#but i rarely perform spells (mostly i just read about magic and do divination) and i dont actually consider myself a witch#about me#meet the witch#ive been using ontarion but may swap to ontarios depending on what he says next time i go to the lake
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Tagged by @gettingawaywith- I’ve not been tagged by anyone on this site in years. Thanks.
Rules: once you’ve answered everything, tag 10 bloggers you want to learn more about!
Name/Alias: Howie
Hair color: Dark blonde/Brown
Zodiac Sign: Aquarius
Height: 5′10
Hobbies: Reading science fiction and fantasy novels + Manga. Playing video games. Watching football (soccer). Writing.
Favorite color: Blue
Favorite books: To name a few:
Do androids dream of electric sheep? - Philip K. Dick, Ender’s Game - Orson Scott Card, The Stormlight Archives (series) - Brandon Sanderson, Mistborn (series) - Also Sanderson, The Martian - Andy Weir, The Expanse (series) - James S.A Corey, A Song of Ice and Fire (series) - George R.R. Martin, Altered Carbon - Richard K. Morgan, The Painted Man - Peter V. Brett, Night Angel (series) - Brent Weeks, + many more...
Last song I listened to: According to my Spotify it’s ‘sugar honey ice & tea’ by Bring Me The Horizon
Last film I watched: The Great Wall. It was actually better than I thought it would be.
Things I love: Singing along to my music when noone else can hear me. Eating pizza until I feel like I could roll away. My friends cats because they’re all adorable.
What brings me peace: Silence when I’m anxious. Blaring music when I’m depressed. Boobies when I’m both at the same time.
Meaning behind my URL: When I made this account back in 2009-10 I actually cared about ships, I wrote fanfiction under the same name, and I was basically a Naruto-only anime fan. This hasn’t been a Naruto-centric blog for at least five years, I just couldn’t be bothered changing it.
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stuff i read october 2019
Georgette Heyer, Arabella (1949) Maybe I just wasn’t in the mood for a bubbly Regency? Idk I felt like this one didn’t sparkle the way I expect Heyers to. There weren’t any urchins underfoot for either of the romantic leads to step in and surrogate-parent; there wasn’t even a B-couple (that I recall? I breezed thru this ngl). The whole conceit of the Big Lie that Arabella tells, that launches the plot, is just not quite enough to keep said plot humming. She tells the lie out of pride, is the thing; and her lil bro digs himself into debt out of pride; and while they are brought face to face with the consequences of that pride the hero, who is the rudest most arrogant sonovabitch you ever saw, somehow never is??? there’s this whole pivotal sequence that occurs offstage, when the hero leaves town for a few days, and it’s just not as good as the analogous sequence in Black Sheep when the hero leaves town and sets certain wheels in motion. I will not be rereading this one.
Patrick O’Brian, Master and Commander (1970) (Aubreyad #1) “Dr. Maturin, please take your friend away … Tell him his ship is on fire – tell him anything. Only get him away – he will do himself such damage.” Lmfao i love how Stephen has known Jack for like, a month at this point? And people take one look at the situation and go yup, you must be the man in charge of this fool. I mean ofc I ship it. That’s why I read the damn book, bc everyone and their grandma ships it. O’Brian can certainly write; the trouble is that the ratio of scenes that delighted/wrecked me to scenes that bored me was not as high as I would have liked (40/60 if I had to estimate). On the plus side I acquired (a) a much deeper appreciation for Will Laurence’s conflict between duty and honor (Temeraire is an Age of Sail fandom, just like Jane Austen!! so you see i had no choice i had to read the damn Aubreyad) and (b) a great deal of useful nautical knowledge which came in handy when I went on to binge all 4 seasons of Black Sails.
Brandon Sanderson, The Way of Kings (2010) (Stormlight Archive #1) This book took me 9 months to finish because of the three main POV characters I only gave a fuck about one of them. Also bc it’s 450k words, which is not as long as A Storm of Swords (480k) but longer than p much every other book in existence. The pov i cared about was Kaladin, who def has the clearest, most powerful arc in this book, and a very Gladiator arc it is too: The surgeon who became a soldier. The soldier who became a slave. The slave who became a bridgeman (ie. cannon fodder). The bridgeman who became … a demigod?? Basically. Like, I slog through this whole book and in the home stretch Brandon Sanderson comes out like GANGBUSTERS i’m telling you when Dalinar gave up that Shardblade my soul actually ascended.
Vernor Vinge, A Deepness in the Sky (2000) (Zones of Thought #2) It’s all pedal to the metal hard scifi until he slaps you in the face with poetry, isn’t it. The passage that the title of the book is taken from is like that. This is a classic space opera, the clash of 3 civilizations at different levels of technological development, two humanoid and one arachnid. What blows my mind is that the natural orientation of Spiderkind is downward – their sun goes supernova every couple of decades and they all gotta hunker down and hibernate in the deepest fastnesses they can fashion and wait it out. For Spiders, astronomy is a marginal field and its practitioners carry little prestige. Then a whole clutch of ALIENS show up in the neighborhood. The denouement of this novel is a great example of manipulating the audience in a way that doesn’t make them cry foul à la GoT S8. Yes, Vinge withholds knowledge from the reader, but if you go back to that pivotal debate scene and you reread the rest of the book, everything slots into place in a way that makes sense. And nobody is better than Vernor Vinge at depicting a gaslighting abuser from the inside (I don’t remember much from the previous Book 1 but I do remember that). The technology at the center of this book is Focus, which is a kind of enslavement of the mind: “With Focus you got the capabilities of the subject without the humanity.” And the people who inflict this abhorrent technology on their own populace are the same people who repeatedly mind-rape one of the main characters. It made me see that the cardinal violation committed by the rapist is of the victim’s autonomy; it just so happens that we are corporal creatures, and that assault assumes a physical dimension. For me at least Tomas’s mental violation overshadows his physical violation of Qiwi. 5/5 will def reread
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Things We’ve Yelled About This Episode #10
It’s a two-parter this week! We quoted the actual book basically non-stop, so I’ve put those in a separate post. Everything that’s not Small Gods below.
Wheel of Time, Robert Jordan/Brandon Sanderson
Discworld, Terry Pratchett
Mad Max: Fury Road (trailer)
Etymology of Catholicism wiki)
Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy, Douglas Adams - specifically this quote
Moses not being able to enter Canaan (commentary)
The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas, Ursula LeGuin (pdf)
The Ninth Gate, The Old Kingdom series, Garth Nix (wiki)
Lu Tze and the History Monks
Night Watch, Terry Pratchett
Thief of Time, Terry Pratchett
Discworld subseries mentioned: Death and Death's Granddaughter, Susan; the Watch; the Witches; the Wizard books
The Senior Wrangler (wiki)
Guards! Guards!, Terry Pratchett (first of the Watch books)
Mort, Terry Pratchett (first of the Death books)
Soul Music, Terry Pratchett (introduces Death's granddaughter Susan)
Hogfather, Terry Pratchett
Equal Rites, Terry Pratchett (first of the Witches books)
Carpe Jugulum, Terry Pratchett
Lords and Ladies, Terry Pratchett
The Rincewind books (Colour of Magic, Light Fantastic, Sourcery), Terry Pratchett
Discworld reading order (reddit)
"The enemy isn't men, or women, it’s bloody stupid people and no one has the right to be stupid.” Monstrous Regiment, Terry Pratchett
The Watchmaker analogy (wiki)
Intelligent Design (wiki)
“And sin, young man, is when you treat people like things”, Granny Weatherwax, Carpe Jugulum, Terry Pratchett
The parable of the sheep and the goats (wiki)
The origins of Judaism - M and Eli are thinking of this post
What you do in the dark - Eli's recommended reading includes: this, this and this
Anansi Boys, Neil Gaiman (and our episode thereupon)
This tumblr post about Mad Max and Nux's journey
“For the master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house. They may allow us to temporarily beat him at his own game, but they will never allow us to bring about genuine change.” Audre Lorde (pdf)
“under the present brutal and primitive conditions on this planet, every person you meet should e regarded as one of the walking wounded. we have never seen a man or woman not slightly deranged by either anxiety or grief. we have never seen a totally sane human being.” Robert Anton Wilson - the internet categorically and completely refuses to tell me where this is from, and it’s making my tiny academic brain spin in circles and scream.
The Discworld equivalent of Pascal's Wager (wiki)
Two rabbis agree that G-d doesn't exist - the full joke can be found here
Discworld witches don't believe in gods - M is conflating multiple quotes, including these:
“ “I don’t hold with paddlin’ with the occult,” said Granny firmly. “Once you start paddlin’ with the occult you start believing in spirits, and when you start believing in spirits you start believing in demons, and the before you know where you are you’re believing in gods. And then you’re in trouble.”
“But all them things exist,” said Nanny Ogg.
“That’s not call to go around believing in them. It only encourages ‘em.”” Lords and Ladies, Terry Pratchett
And: “Most witches don’t believe in gods. They know that the gods exist, of course. They even deal with them occasionally. But they don’t believe in them. They know them too well. It would be like believing in the postman.” Witches Abroad, Terry Pratchett
The “Well now it’s three to two” joke can be found on this post
American Gods, Neil Gaiman
This Is How You Lose The Time War, Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone
Tillie Walden (official site) - M is thinking of "On a Sunbeam" and "A City Inside" specifically
Shaun Tan (official site)
We Must Tend Our Garden, DesdemonaKaylose (ao3)
The Other Mad Max Post M Is Thinking Of (here)
Way of Kings, Brandon Sanderson
Stormlight Archive, Brandon Sanderson
“ “All right. First, find me a cliff.”
“That, will it give you a vantage to see the area?”
“No,” said Kaladin. “It will give me something to throw you off of.” Way of Kings, Brandon Sanderson
Friends of the pod, Colne Valley Books - their new website is currently under construction, so bear with them
Murder on the Orient Express, Agatha Christie
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finished rhythm of war. fuckiggn. what now
oath bringer and rhythm of war top ten roller coasters ever
gonna force me to explain to my psychiatrist what 'shrimp emotion' means
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Happy Friday! I can’t believe that we’re already more than halfway through November. This year has absolutely flown by and I’m not sure where the time has gone! Fortunately, this also means that Christmas is inching ever closer. It’s nearly time to dust off your ugly Christmas jumpers and make a fool of yourself at your work’s holiday party.
This has been a great week for books because finally, after three years of waiting, Oathbringer is out! The third book in Brandon Sanderson’s Stormlight Archive, we’ve been waiting on the release of this massive book for three years. Of course, that means it has been three years since I read The Way of Kings and Words of Radiance, so I’m currently working my way through the audiobooks and the Tor re-read before I start Oathbringer.
What I read
Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? By Philip K. Dick
So I read two fantastic and very different books this week. I absolutely adored Murder on the Orient Express, which is basically my first Agatha Christie book (I think I read one when I was really young, but I don’t remember what it was so I’m not going to count it). So much crime fiction these days is graphic and gruesome that it was nice to get back to a much more sanitised mystery. Murder on the Orient Express is more like a puzzle than anything else, and I suspect her other books are the same. It was a bit strange that the whole ‘a man has lost his life in a horrible way’ thing was glossed over, but he kind of deserved it.
I’ve mentioned before that I’m not a huge fan of the film Blade Runner (yeah yeah, go ahead and curse and scream at me — everyone else does), but I was really interested in seeing how Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? Influenced that film and therefore the sci-fi genre. It was a little slow to start, but I ended up absolutely loving it!
What I’m currently reading
Nothing! I’m dedicating myself to Oathbringer once I work my way through that reread. It’s a strange feeling to not have a single book on deck, but this is a special situation.
What I bought
Jasna? More like ‘YAAAASna’! (I have made this joke many times already).
Oathbringer by Brandon Sanderson
I bought my first ever book from Book Depository! I own the first two Stormlight Archive books in the American editions. I was fretting over whether or not to replace them with the UK editions, but those two books are signed. So I ended up ordering the US edition hardcover from Book Depository and it’s amazing! I didn’t know you could get different country’s editions from that site (plus free shipping)! My life is forever changed.
Book mail!
Strange Weather by Joe Hill
The Man in the High Castle by Philip K. Dick.
I’m so thrilled by both of these books! I’ve never read anything by Joe Hill, and I’m seriously looking forward to Strange Weather. It contains four short novels in one volume, which is the perfect way to introduce myself to his work.
Look at this edition of The Man in the High Castle! It’s so gorgeous and I absolutely love it! This is one that I’m looking forward to reading soon. I’ll probably end up watching the Amazon TV show afterward.
In other news, I’m going to be heading to a marvellous charity bookshop tomorrow with friends. I’ll be unhauling/giving away a ton of my books. Hopefully I’ll come home with less than I give away!
Twitter photo outtake.
How has your reading week been? Have you read any of these books? Are you a rabid Sanderson fan like me? Let me know!
My week in reading, plus screaming about #Oathbringer! #bookbloggers Happy Friday! I can’t believe that we’re already more than halfway through November. This year has absolutely flown by and I’m not sure where the time has gone!
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snshg this. fuckcinf book. i...
the most important step a man can take... the next one...... i hate crying over fucking. dalinar ugGH
#sheep reads stormlight#tsa#the stormlight archive#oathbringer#bites brandon sanderson#dalinar kholin
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EVEN IF THE ONE I HATE MOST. IS MYSELFDS
I AM SOBBING OVER THIS STUPID FUCKNG BOOT MR SANDERSON WHAT THE FUCK
TEFT MY BELOVED
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WHAT THE FUCK BRANDON SANDERSON. WHY. WHAT HTE FUCK. actually fuck off. that is not fair. that is SO not fair. im going to commit murder. TEFT??? MY BABY BOY???? YOU COULD HAVE TAKEN LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE WHY TEFT IM ACTUALLY GOING TO EXPLODE
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finished oathbringer. what the fuck
i can't remember the last time a book made me feel so much.,.,,. that was.... hgnghghh
my friend said rhythm of war is gonna be MORE intense it actually might kill me..
#sheep reads stormlight#tsa#oathbringer#rhythm of war#yes I will be reading dawnshard first dw#cosmere#the stormlight archive
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actually I would die for teft
#sheep reads stormlight#the stormlight archive#oathbringer#cosmere#brandon sanderson#teft#bridge four
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