（・Ａ・） :What does your muse consider to be bad?

‘Ah. Well, now. Lots of things I consider to be bad… and even trying to narrow down the worst… it’s still pretty broad. Abuse of power. Bullying, small or large, but especially the sort backed up by official power, like the Seraph who like to beat up and torture their prisoners. Parents who maim or rape their children. That’s what I consider “bad” – bad enough I have a list of people who really oughta be dead.’ Her tone was deceptively neutral, though her movements were even smaller and harder to detect than normal.

( ﾟдﾟ):What amazes your muse?

‘”Amazes”..? Hrm.’ She pursed her lips, then nibbled lightly on the lower one. ‘Most of the time… there’s enough of a… well, big black pit of despair in my mind, that just being a little surprised or pleased or something is all I can manage. So, it’s hard to think past that to being amazed.’ She fidgeted a bit, leaning against the wall as she thought a bit more. ‘I suppose… what I can remember being amazed by… is how people seem to care about me. Might seem silly to say, especially with how I am now, I reckon. But I remember where I’ve been, and so do most of those who’ve managed to amaze me that way.’ She shrugged. ‘So, aye. That’d be what.’

misbehavingmaiar:

sebastian-bond:

but-the-library-of-alexandria:

the thing about writing fantasy stories is that language is so based on history that it can be hard to decide how far suspension of disbelief can carry you word-choice wise – what do you call a french braid in a world with no france? can a queen ann neckline be described if there was no queen ann? where do you draw the line? can you use the word platonic if plato never existed? can you name a character chris in a land without christianity? can you even say ‘bungalow’ in a world where there was no indian language for the word to originate from? is there a single word in any language that doesn’t have a story behind it? to be accurate a fantasy story would be written in a fantasy language but who has the time for that

Tolkien had the time apparently

LIsten. Linguistics Georg, who invented over 10,000 conlangs each day, is an outlier and should not have been counted. 

And oh, the troubles I have with the names of various liquors for very similar reasons as the OP….

Gul delivers a bouquet of Alstroemeria, Camellia General, Chrysanthemum General, Gladiolus, Rose Yellow.

Adri looked up from her desk just before the man came into view, having measured his progress toward her doorway by the sound of his passage, and having a pretty good idea who it was from the way he walked. She had been about to ask what needed doing, so often had their times together accompanied a need for action, but the sight of the flowers in his arms brought her up short. The analytical side of her catalogued the meaning of the flowers, mostly for something to do, since there was no immediate threat to consider – and her eyes went wide and started to tear up at what that analysis told her.

‘Oh, Monty! You sweetheart!’ She nearly leapt over her desk, surprising them both in how quickly she gave him a big tight hug. Realising she was making him uncomfortable by it, she quickly released it. ‘These are from you, aren’t they? Oh, thank you!’ She took them, beaming at him, her eyes starting to leak those tears. ‘Now I need to find them some water, and a good vase that I won’t knock over!’ This was probably the most excited anyone had seen her about anything in weeks.

A vase containing daffodils, Bells of Ireland, alstroemerias, red roses, and blue irises await Adriwyn at her new desk in the Rurikton Roses Headquarters. The lavender-colored note attached, in familiar calligraphy, simply reads: “Welcome to the board, darling.”

Already knowing before she stepped into the room that there were no hearts beating inside – other than, now, her own – Adri didn’t bother to fight back the trickle of tears that came as she processed the message of the flowers. She blinked and dabbed at her eyes enough to be able to read the note, and smiled, sniffling and tearing a bit more.

She occupied herself for a bit with pointless rearranging and tidying, until she was done crying. She sat then at the desk and wiped her face dry, then penned a note in reply.

Dearest Lady Lux,

Thank you so much for the lovely flowers and your encouragement. I will try to live up to the faith you’ve placed in me – but then, you already know that.

Love,
Adriwyn

daelisawesome:

obnoxiously-phan:

annoyedvertigo:

mimi-shake-draws:

catchaglimpseofalleble:

clloudy:

flustered-custard:

silentshivers:

every single person who reblogs this

every

single

person.

ALL OF YOU.

no limit, no one skipped. EVERY PERSON WHO REBLOGS THIS.

DON’T ASK WHY, IT’LL MAKE SENSE LATER

WHAT DOES THIS EVEN MEAN

Just wait…it’ll all make sense.

I REBLOG THIS BECAUSE I AM CURIOUS. I AM WAITING

I REBLOGGED AND IMMEDIATELY AFTER

I reblogged as a joke and i swear that it happened five minutes later omg

Omg

I’m… struggling with my usual anxiety issues over this one, but….