you will be warm again

actually. is there interest in me posting my renarin supercut. i made it entirely for my own benefit so idk if it even makes sense but in this great drought perhaps we all need as much sustenance as we can get

ok here it is go nuts everybody. be warned this is literally every single time he appears or is mentioned or vaguely alluded to in the series so sometimes he's just hanging out in the background; i could be persuaded to make an alt version at some point with just the more relevant parts but for now this is what we're working with

updated with wind and truth :) 163 pages of renarin baby!!!!!!!!!

[ID: Digital art of Renarin, standing wide-legged and leaning back like a cool guy. He's got a Rubik's cube in one hand and a glowing red sword in the other. In the background, a massive explosion and the word AUTISM in flaming letters. End ID]

Bat at hornets nest probably. But sometimes I see rlainarin art that’s like, short rail-thin feminine looking Renarin x huge tall hulking absurdly muscular hypermasculine Rlain and I go. Wow. Singers are not even real and you are doing exactly the kind of racist stereotypes that would happen in pop culture if singers were real. What are we doing here

the reveal at the end of farseer that the entire trilogy’s narration has been filtered through fitz’s lobotomy is still one of the greatest rug-pulls in fiction. like ohhhhhhhh ! of course !

I'm like if a missing person was literally right there

i just apolitically killed the king like i have no agenda or whatever im just the jester here but i stabbed him anyway LOL all the courtiers and advisors are trying really hard to figure out who did it LOL all of them wanted him dead but they dont know whose scheme it was so nobody can promulgate a coherent political maneuver based on the circumstances LOL just playing my lute #MyLute

finished assassin’s quest. liked the bit where they kissed on the mouth. didn’t like the uncle body swap but what can you do

love how the goblin emperor is like a very particular bildungsroman with almost no magic, focusing on the social and emotional agonies of the fantasy of manners genre and reconsidering the classic fantasy 'quest' as a more strictly internal journey... and then you go onto the cemeteries of amalo and it's like ok so othala celehar is getting his shit absolutely rocked by the Zombies That Eat Prelates rn but after he's suffered his physical and mental wounds he'll probably go to to the teahouse and you say yayyy the teahouse #theteahouse

i don't really care about authorial intent but to me Shallan Davar is the most perfect example of a white feminist