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RIP Heyward, you would have loved a battery operated hedgetrimmer.
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Do a DTIYS challenge? With the Green Ember S.D.Smith?
Prize being I draw someone from TGE for you?
So it had taken me an Embarassingly long time to realize like four of my favorite TGE fics were all yours.
Hi, love your work, and am terrible at noticing the obvious.
loll thank you... tbf the pseud is maybe the last thing I tend to notice so I get it lmao. what clued you in, sheer coincidence or my reoccurring bits???
I adore how in the middle of the book Maia gets to have a temper. He keeps it on a leash, he instinctively shies away from tantrums and hurting others with his emotions even when his emotions are justified, but he’s allowed to feel it and I think it’s a crucial part of his rapidly developing personality, freed for the first time from Setheris’ oppressive regime, that he’s allowed to recognize and be angry at the deep injustice done to him. He’s gone from one kind of prison at Edonomee to the prison of being emperor, and almost no one at any point is giving him a fair hearing or just treatment. He gets to sit with that and still make the just choices and he chooses to grow as a person. He chooses kindness and compassion, sometimes instinctively, but also when it’s hard. He’s not perfect, the narrative allows him to fail - even if his subjects do not - but he’s allowed to both have his moment and to get over it. And I think the transmutation of the astringent inner voice which starts out as Setheris’ but becomes his own is the marker of the journey.
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springnight
“…forgive us for the presumption,” Edrehasivar said, tone slightly strangled in the way it always is when he doesn’t like what is coming out of his mouth. “But we thought, if we… that is, if we, er… attended… then you would not have to… no one would have to…" He sagged under our stares. “…stay behind,” he finished feebly. We were at that moment visited by a terrible, inevitable vision of the Ethuverazhid Zhas cornered by our mother, and we confess we had to lean on the wall in a brief violation of Alchenar IX.I.VI. Even the edocharei seemed taken aback; even Cala. Edrehasivar looked horribly dismayed at this non-reaction, and immediately started to backtrack. "We do not wish to inflict ourself," he said wretchedly. "It was only a— a thought…" He trailed off, but the pause persisted. In it, we reflected to ourself that while we had taken knives for this boy, and would willingly take plenty more, he had — indeed, has — a talent for making us want to scream in dismay. -- the alcethmeret's annual springnight gala goes… interestingly.
I want you to imagine beshelar writing all of this with one of those sparkly pens with like a pom pom or novelty animal on a spring on top of it. he had to borrow it from cala. please fucking clap for this stupid fic btw it's taken a YEAR to write and it had four separate drafts
Pashavar laughed, like a crack of thunder; Maia realized that these two men were genuinely friends, and they were doing him the honor, and the great kindness, of letting him see their friendship.
I weep
The brief scene where Csethiro confronts Maia to tell him Min Vechin is using him is one of my favorites in the whole book. They begin to know each other there for the first time. She sees that he is not a cushion, and he sees his first glimpse of her personality.
“She looked as if she’d just been bitten by a cushion.” I mean—
