#elithanathile

[shallahi-and-snowflake]

Musharna Mail: Someone else's nightmare.

A face stares down at you. You cannot make out its features, bathed in white light as it is, but you know that it is yours. It looks at you with disdain, and so do countless others. You are not like them. You are faulty. Defective.

They cast light upon you that feels as if it burns your flesh. They step on you, beat you, choke you.

Eventually, a dark figure comes, a savior to fight off your attackers...but it is impaled by beams of light, reaching out a clawed hand to you in its last moments before fading to nothing.

KHAAAAAAAAAA!-

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Elithanathile. Elithanathile.

Snowy, don’t worry, I’m fine, just a nightmare.

Whose-

Who-

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Ayin?

[shallahi-and-snowflake]

ELITHANATHILE! :D

... So I. Uh. Alright then. I'm apparently best suited to the pill rn, and... and the clinic I went to helped set things up.

Estrogen and Progesterone both. Because while I am transfemme, I do still have a distinct preference.

....... He prescribed me six months of the shit.

Six. Months. Just a copay on the prescriptions. It's already available for pickup.

[butwhybother]

Vorin theology is a little strange sometimes. People often conflate the Almighty with Honor, or the Stormfather, or heralds, or Jezrien, etc. It doesn't help that he had other names to go by, too-- Elithanathile, or He Who Transforms.

And here's this bit from Shallan, when asked how she would react if the Almighty himself appeared to her:

"I suspect with screams of pain .... As it is written that the Almighty's glory is such that any who look upon him would immediately be burned to ash." (The Way of Kings chapter 7)

She's not making it up, this is a piece of actual Vorin theology. It sounds to me like Vorins are conflating the Almighty with Odium.

[phendorana]

Hey uhh, has anyone got theories about El the Fused in the ROW epilogue? Wild thought, but what if El is short for Elithanathile (Tanavast) and the title he lost was "He Who Transforms"? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I couldn't find anything that explicitly said that the vessel had died when the shard Honour was splintered, and Fused are cognitive shadows stamped onto a body so it's not like, the stupidest idea right?

uhhh thanks tumblr user itsjustviolet for scaring the everloving shit out of me right before i go to bed /j. also that is hecking TERRIFYING. this could be possible, but there’s a couple of unexplained things if this is true: lezian tells el that a human stole his title. as far as we know, the only title bestowed upon humans by the fused are He Who Quiets (>:( moash) and Voice of Lights ( ;__; navani). But yeah it’s super yikes that the names and the cognitive shadow shit and the “He Who ___” title line up 😬😬😬. And this wouldn’t be the first ‘haha lol ur gods are evil now have fun you bastards’ Sanderson has pulled (see: Heralds). Also, a vaguely related side tangent, He Who Transforms actually makes me go 🤔🤔🤔 bc I get Cultivation vibes from that. It’s possible that this is one of the cases where Vorin mythology is off the mark & inaccurate and has over time incorporated part of Cultivation’s original powers into the version of the Almighty (Honor) that they believe in, especially because it seems the ardentia isn’t aware of Cultivation.

[kingjasnah]

there was a post-row theory a while ago (which i cant find cause tumblr search function hates me specifically) about the tenth name for honor being Elithanathile and how that might have something to do with El and i literally cannot stop thinking about it. too much of the el written epigraphs makes this unlikely but i CANT stop thinking abt it lmao something about the name only being used by ardents and having the same root ('el' from 'nahel') is just making me so....if literally all of tanavast's power wasnt accounted for id be making a case for some kind of splinter situation

[shallahi-and-snowflake]

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Elithanathile.

Pelipper Mail! A nightmare that could be yours.

You’re almost used to it by now. To waking up, every time you think you might have escaped the time loop, in an entirely different world where you and your cousins have to help save it.

This one’s… it could be better, in a lot of ways. There’s never been so much blood before, something that you’ve had several separate panic attacks over already, something that your new friend Hunter is a lot more patient with you for than most others. You’ve never had to fight things that used to be people before, never had to use a real gun with real bullets outside of the Metaverse before.

At least the Hunter’s Dream, an odd space between reality and not, is safe enough. At least your cousins are safe there, with a strange yet kind living doll bearing an uncanny resemblance to Maria. You could be safe there too; Hunter’s made his stance clear that he doesn’t think you should be out here with him.

But you can’t let your friend face the horrors alone, no matter how much you wish you could. You care too much for that. You’ve always cared too much for that.

So you repress and repress and repress, shoving the panic attacks aside as much as you can, and you learn how to use a real gun. At least the cane-sword-whip thing is cool, if you don’t think too hard about how it’s tearing through once-human fur and flesh.

You and Hunter make a pretty good team, once you’re mostly done having panic attacks over basically everything about this place. You take down a gigantic horned beast at the end of a bridge, another hunter who went mad and tried to kill you both, a vicar who transformed into a wolf-thing before your very eyes, and you… cope. Sort of. Maybe.

(You return to the Hunter’s Dream more often than you have to, and maybe more often than you should. You tell yourself that it’s to check in on your cousins, to make sure that they’re still doing okay, but really it’s because popping into the Dream removes the blood from your clothes, and there’s so much of it.)

Night falls, and you remember that you haven’t even been here for a full day. The moon rises, a full moon, and as bemused as Hunter is by you promptly flipping it off, he also quite cheerfully joins you in making various obscene gestures in the direction of that particular celestial body when you‘ve got free moments.

It’s around this time that Elena decides she’s had enough of waiting, of losing to cards over and over against the doll that looks weirdly like Maria. She takes to hunting better than you did, and you don’t know how to feel about that. You’d be jealous if you weren’t worried, if you weren’t relieved, because between the three of you, there doesn’t seem to be anything that can stand in your way. The weird snake people in the woods really don’t stand a chance.

And then—

And then there’s a fucking spider, because of course there is. At least you can shoot this one. Which you do, with extreme prejudice. Because, honestly, fuck this thing in particular.

Then the moon turns red. The blood moon rises over Yharnam. Everything you thought you could handle comes surging back with a vengeance, to the point where Elena basically has to drag you back to the Hunter’s Dream and tells you to sit down, she’s got this, it’ll be okay.

With nothing better to do, you too spend some time losing badly to the strange doll at cards.

The only reason you do actually stay there for as long as you do is because thinking of returning to Yharnam with the moon like that makes you want to collapse. At least you know that Elena can’t die, not permanently, not in any way that matters—and you haven’t been calling it ‘death’ because you’ve got a weird enough perspective on death as is, but you very much have died a lot since you got here, and it’s been painful every time—but she’s still your cousin, and you’re terrified for her, and you can see her expression hardening a little more every time she pops back in for a visit.

You force yourself back out there eventually, but you aren’t sure where Elena or Hunter are. The city seems darker, with the reddish glow of the moon illuminating it—and it really doesn’t help that there are these… things, perched atop every building. One of them grabs you when you get too close, crushes you into—not death, death means nothing for you here—nonexistence.

Except you’re definitely somewhere that is neither the city nor the Dream now. It’s… hellish, is what it is. You find someone else sane, eventually, someone who warns you that there are secrets hidden here, secrets that some are willing to kill to keep.

You laugh. Death means little to you now.

You take down a beast who used to be a man, who regains some of his sanity before the end of the fight. You don’t have the heart to tell him what his lofty ideals have become. You don’t have the heart to finish him, either.

(When you circle back later, you find that someone else made both of those choices for you.)

You find a clocktower. At the top of it, you find a face you recognize—but she doesn’t recognize you, and she seems deaf to your pleas.

You can’t kill Maria, either. Maybe it’s for the best that Hunter and Elena catch up to you when they do, because Hunter is willing to do what you cannot.

You end the Nightmare, eventually, returning the three of you to your regularly-scheduled horrors in the city of the present day. Hibiya is starting to look at you and Elena like you’re strangers.

(You can’t let him become as jaded and desensitized as you have. He’s already been through way more than you, and he’s still functional.)

You continue fighting. Continue hunting, for it isn’t as if you have another option. This night has lasted eons, and it’ll last eons more until you find the key to ending it all.

At last, you do. You find it. You kill it.

You return to the Hunter’s Dream. Hibiya is alarmed. The doll, calm as ever, informs you that the master of the Dream is waiting for you. You wonder if she’s capable of feeling anything.

You go to meet him, all four of you, beneath a massive tree. He offers you a choice.

Hunter accepts, choosing to awaken. Choosing to give in.

You can’t give in. Rebellion is etched into your heart, your mind, your body and soul.

“So be it,” the Dream’s master says, and suddenly it’s you and your cousins against him. Suddenly, it’s a fight to the death.

You can’t risk losing here. There won’t be any more second chances.

You discover that you can summon Arsène here. Something about your Persona feels different, but you don’t have time to dwell on what. You’re busy evening the odds.

You win, eventually. The Dream’s master fades into mist, and at least there isn’t blood to highlight the fact that you just killed a man.

The moon is closer than it’s ever been. Larger, too. Hibiya, looking anywhere but at you and Elena, gasps and points at it.

Something is coming. A presence from the moon. Not Nyx; you almost wish it was Nyx, because then it would at least be something you know how to fight.

You can’t move. The presence snatches you up, sizing you up. You get the weird feeling that it wants you to replace the man you killed.

You refuse. Resist. Rebel. Revolt, in any way you can.

The presence from the moon recoils, dropping you onto the ground. Your cousins rush to your side, or try to—only to be pushed back.

This is between you and the thing from the moon, now. You won’t lose. You can’t, not now.

You fight it with everything you’ve got. Your cousins can’t help you here, Hunter can’t help you here—but you can rely on yourself, and yourself alone.

You win. Barely.

As the thing from the moon dies—it’s a god, perhaps, or a Great One as the people of this world call it—you make a mental note to update the deicide tally. When you can. You’re a little more concerned with adding this to your list of reasons to hate the moon, and also not keeling over on the spot, because that took… a lot out of you.

But you won. You did it.

Didn’t you?

Your eyes flutter shut, and you collapse. You can hear the concerned shouts of Elena and Hibiya, now that they’re able to reach you, but it’s too late. You can feel yourself shrinking and changing and growing in ways no human was ever meant to grow, and then you feel nothing at all.

When you come to, you’re not human anymore. You’re small enough that Elena can cradle you in her arms. She’s been crying. Hibiya is still crying.

“There has to be something you can do,” she begs the doll.

“I am sorry,” the doll murmurs, gaze downcast, and she almost sounds like she means it. “I truly wish that there was.”

When you awaken, it’s with the taste of blood in your mouth, and the nagging feeling that you have both too many limbs and not enough.

Whsr the fuck WJSR TJE FUCK EJST TJE FUCK WJST TJE FUCK IN GONNS TJROEN UL WHZ WSS TJST FSMILSR DOMEWJST

(what the fuck WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK IM GONNA THROW UP WHY WAS THAT FAMILAR SOMEWHAT)

[warrioreowynofrohan]

I’m rereading The Stormlight Archive in preparation for Rhythm of War, since I’ve only read the first three books all the way through once.

New things I’ve noticed from Part 1 of The Way of Kings:

- This quote is particularly interesting:

The power of change itself, the power by which the Almighty had created Roshar. He had another name, allowedto pass only the lips of ardents. Elithanathile. He Who Transforms.

Usually, when Rosharans (or at least Vorins) refer to the Almighty, they mean Honor. But the characteristic of change and transformation sounds much more like Cultivation, who as far as I could tell seemed completely unrecognized by Vorin religion. (Though, on second thought, its focus on developing your skills to their fullest potential could be regarded as self-cultivation.) This line could be an indication that the ardents have more awareness of her than I thought.

- Shallan’s future plot/character developments get more foreshadowing than I previously noticed:

As always, thinking of her father made her feel ill, and the pain started to construct her chest. She raised her freehand to her head, suddenly overwhelmed by the weight of House Davar’s situation, her part in it, and the secret she now carried, hidden ten heartbeats away.

- I miss the character Shallan used to be. I mean, I don’t dislike her as she is now, but the things that made me really love her - her scholarship, her love of knowledge and her interest in biology - seem to have all but disappeared from her role in the story from Oathbringer onwards. Which is a shame, because Rosharan biology is fascinating! And that part of her identity felt real, not like a facade or something constructed, so I’m sad about her losing it.

Navani’s taken on the ‘nerd’ role in the story as of Rhythm of War, though, which I am enjoying; I’m very interested to see where her storyline goes!

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

Can I fly like you?

Can I fly like you? by Elithanathile

One-shot. "Could I become a hero? Even without a quirk?" the kid shouts, and Hawks has to decide how he's going to destroy this kid's dream. Spoilers, it doesn't go like he plans.

Words: 3580, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Takami Keigo | Hawks

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Takami Keigo | Hawks

Additional Tags: Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, big brother hawks, Hey the Hero Public Safety Commission kinda sucks, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Sad Truths, Happy Ending?

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24986062

[shallahi-and-snowflake]

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Elithanathile.

how borken

Well uh

this borken

[waffle-sorter]

Rhythm of War Chapter I-2

I daresay that takes some doing. We know Shards aren't omniscient, but they do have a bunch of abilities.

Interesting, that both of the Unmade you list are currently out of the picture.

Hmm, how much longer?

Are you saying you're Elithanathile?

What is/was this one? And by the way, how did you manage to get the ability to alter higher spren?

I wonder if it would be possible for Cultivation to abdicate in favor of you... Kelsier gave up being Preservation, but he wasn't very Connected to the power.

Oh. If Odium is "one of the three pure tones" and the Sibling is of both the others, that suggests the "other dead Shard on Roshar" hypothesis is completely wrong.

Ooh, are you going to show up obliquely in the next interlude?

So, not entirely a lie. In other hands, Odium could be something else...

[her-pancakefulness]

the fact that elithanathile is ALMOST a palindrome bothers me deeply

[shallahi-and-snowflake]

ELITHANATHILE.

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Elithanathile. Elithanathile. Elithanath—nope. Nope. Nopenopenope.

Enter the eye of the Storm and find peace.

What’s causing this? What’s causing this?

A Memory. I took a Memory of him, is that why I know? Is that why I have that feeling? Of dread.

Hilda, can you see this:

Warden Ingo

STOP SENDIN' ME BLANK ASKS!!!

[windsalight]

This is going to get me to Damnation lol.

[shallahi-and-snowflake]

Zagreus, Elithanathile!

Aphrodite would strike me down for this, but as far as I can tell, she has no power here.

You aren't just pretty. You're gorgeous. A stunning example of strength meeting beauty in one soul. Even the Gods of Olympus would find you as such.

⚔ Zagreus (@hot-footed-heir)

Wow that's, uh, that's a lot.

I, uh, really hope the Gods don't find me pretty, actually, that sounds like it would end poorly for everyone.

[tofu-tofu-tofu-tofu]

elithanathile replied to your post:It must have been pretty rough being in a long...

Well that almost makes it worse :( Sorry to hear it, sounds like you’re dealing really well though?

it makes it worse in that he is not who i had always hoped he was, and that i poured so much of myself and my own love and care into him with no results, but it's also way better cause like i said i don't have to feel like shit anymore!  

ya honestly i am kinda digging the single life.  benefits: concentrating more on school, adventuring into new territory w/in myself, spending better time w/ friends, spending more money on myself and loving myself more, and getting to have tons of really great sex 

[kizhavvorsa]

elithanathile replied to your post:Doing a blog clean up tomorrow so if I remember...

Fingers crossed I make the cut!

shush you! Of coutse you do. You've been following me for wayyyyyyyyyy too long for me to just unfollow XD