#manyangledone

[pandora15]

For the ask meme thing: Obi-Wan and Kit Fisto "Are you flirting with me?"

“Are you flirting with me?” Obi-Wan asked, raising an eyebrow.

Kit blinked and then burst out laughing one of his classic belly laughs, bending over slightly to catch his breath.  Obi-Wan spotted a few of the nearby Knights and Masters turning to look at them as they walked by.

A few moments passed, then Kit caught his breath, pulling himself upright and grinning at Obi-Wan.

“Not exactly,” he replied.  “I’m just here as a distraction.”

Obi-Wan frowned.  “A distraction?  From what?” he asked, looking around briefly.  There wasn’t anything particularly...distracting going on.  Unless...

Kit’s grin widened, and then the Force screeched a warning.  Before he could turn around and figure out exactly what was happening, a familiar voice shouted, “Surprise!”

The next thing he knew, something thick and smelly splashed itself onto his head, dripping down onto his clothes and covering him instantly.

Something...purple?

Obi-Wan blinked, and he instantly regretted it as the substance slipped into his eyes.  Luckily, it didn’t sting, but it did make it very difficult to see.  He brought his hands up to his eyes to scrub it away.

When his vision cleared, he saw Anakin standing in front of him, can of paint in hand.

“Anakin,” he sighed, and some paint got into his mouth.  He immediately spat it out and rubbed his mouth clean, realizing that a significant amount of paint had gotten stuck in his hair and his beard.

“That’s what you get for dumping sand on me last week!” Anakin exclaimed, grinning.  “Thanks for the help, Master Fisto!”  He high-fived the Nautolan Master and then they walked away, leaving Obi-Wan dripping purple paint onto the pristine white floors.

Obi-Wan sighed, looking down at his purple-stained robes.  He didn’t know if the paint would wash off easily, but it didn’t really matter—not really.

Anakin had no idea what would be coming for him next.  This was only the beginning, after all.

(Dialogue Prompts)

[atelier-dayz]

⭐star⭐

The Patching Up Scene! 8D

After they hand off an excited Skywalker to the pilots in the cockpit, Jango isn’t completely sure why he follows Kenobi, though part of it is curiosity and another part practicality. Kenobi shoots him a questioning look when they reach his quarters. 

“Do you need help with some of those wounds?” he offers. There’s one he can see, wrapping around Kenobi’s right side to his back. Jetii powers or not, he doubts Kenobi can treat it properly on his own. 

“Oh…” Kenobi hesitates for a moment, but ultimately nods. “Yes, please, if you don’t mind.”

Okay, I honestly did not plan for this scene to happen! It just naturally happened, the next logical thing. Obvs Jango likes Obi, but also after a battle, you patch up your fighters. Nothing to question about it. *nods*

Between the two of them, they gather up the ship’s medkit, a small basin for the antiseptic wash, and a few scraps of clean cloth, before returning to the jetiise’s room. 

The moment Kenobi unties his belt and starts unwrapping his tabard and tunics, sand begins skittering to the floor. Jango eyes the growing pile, thankful it isn’t his problem to clean up. 

“Shouldn’t have laid down in the sand. You’ll be getting rid of it for days,” he says, and Kenobi shoots him a weak glare.

“I was tired,” Kenobi grumbles. “Besides, sand gets everywhere anyways.”

Kenobi strips down to his smalls with all the modesty -- or rather, lack thereof -- of a warrior who has been in front of too many medics. The myriad of scars of different ages on his body is certainly evidence of that. Jango is still baffled, because he’s fairly sure jetiise were less...careless with their padawans than that, but he saves those questions for later.

Obi’s childhood, man...and the scars you see are only the ones on the outside.

The wounds from the darjetii, now fully visible, makes Jango want to hiss in sympathy. Kenobi has two shallow burns on his left arm and one on his right forearm to join the old jetii’kad scars. But the Zabrak had cut deep into Kenobi’s right upper arm. Jango couldn’t quite see bone, but Kenobi is kriffing lucky to not have any nerve damage - at least, not that he could tell. Other than the wound that wraps around Kenobi’s side that he’d noted earlier, the last is a slash across the side of his left thigh, not as deep as the ugly one on his arm but deep enough. 

I imagine some of the old lightsaber sabers came from too many tussles with Bruck.

You’ve got some pretty important nerves and arteries in your upper arm ie the radial nerve LOL The outer side of your thigh, not as much, hence the instructions for epipen injections to be given against the side of your thigh. 8D /random trivia

He’s honestly impressed that Kenobi could walk or move his arms so freely, much less continue fighting the way he had.

“Well, at least you’re not bleeding,” is all Jango can say. 

Hurraaay instant cauterization (oof the burned tissue though)

Kenobi grimaces and sits himself down on the bunk they’d set the supplies on. 

“Painkillers?” Jango asks, opening the medkit. 

Kenobi shakes his head. “I’m alright for now. Perhaps before I sleep,” Kenobi says. “The Force helps me dull the pain.” 

Jango huffs. More jetii sorcery, though that explains a lot. 

He finds the antiseptic wash and pours it into the basin over the cloth they’d collected. They clean their hands, and Kenobi starts wiping clean his left arm, careful over the burns. 

I almost glossed over this stuff, but it pained me to not mention CLEAN HANDS. Clean hands during wound care, folks. I restrained myself from having them dig out gloves or something LOL

“I’ve got your side,” Jango warns Kenobi, before pressing a dampened cloth to his right side. He starts cleaning the wound from Kenobi’s front before moving to his back. 

Jango should have expected it, but somehow he hadn’t. Up close, he sees barely-there Lichtenberg scars that he’s seen before on others, from electro-jabbers held too long against skin. He also sees whip scars across Kenobi’s upper back, faded enough for Jango to tell he had gotten them far too young. 

The slave guards on Bandomeer, to quote, “beat them savagely with an electro-jabber.” I imagine prolonged contact with an electro-jabber would lead to injury and scarring like you’d see in a lighting strike but smaller/more localized. (Note: Some caution if you  google what it looks like!)

“How old were you?” he can’t help himself from asking, but managing at least to keep the words less sharp than he had wanted.

“What?” Kenobi starts to twist to look at him but thinks better of it. 

Jango brushes a hand along one of the whip scars instead of explaining, and Kenobi stiffens for a moment, before relaxing. He moves on to cleaning his leg wound, and Jango thinks he might not answer, which is fair. Jango resumes cleaning the side wound. 

“I was just shy of thirteen," Kenobi suddenly says. "Deepsea mining on Bandomeer."

Jango curses under his breath and has to keep himself from inadvertently pressing too hard on Kenobi’s wound.

Thirteen, as a mining slave. A deepsea mining slave. 

Every slave knows that deepsea mining is the one of the worst positions to be in. The life expectancy is five to ten years maximum. Kriffing hell, some slavers use deepsea mining as a threat to make their slaves behave.

This I unfortunately based on what I learned about slavery on sugar cane plantations in the (American) South. Being sent South, to a sugar cane plantation, was a threat (Northern) slave owners would use to make their slaves behave. Life expectancy decreased dramatically if you were working on a sugar cane plantation. (If you’re in New Orleans for tourist purposes, many people recommend Oak Alley Plantation. But that’s because it’s very pretty. It glosses over its history of slavery though, and its tour focuses on the owners. Please go visit Whitney Plantation too. They do not gloss over the history and all the awful things that happened there. The tour guides are phenomenal, and you learn a lot from them.)

"It was only for a week, but it was long enough to...understand," Kenobi murmurs.

Long enough for him to have scars to this day. To say nothing about however it must have kriffed him up at thirteen. 

"One day would have been too long," Jango growls. "Where was your jetii master in all this?" 

He gestures roughly at Kenobi’s right arm, and Kenobi holds out his arm for Jango. Jango begins carefully cleaning around the deep wound. 

“He wasn’t my master then,” Kenobi says. “To make a long and rather complicated story short, I had been sent away to AgriCrops on Bandomeer as a--failed initiate, and got myself involved in Master Qui-gon’s mission on Bandomeer. I discovered Offworld Mining tampering with AgriCorps and was captured...I woke up as a slave on one of their deepsea mining platforms.”

Even that sparse a recounting is too much to unpack. But foremost on his mind, the jetiise had sent Kenobi away to be a farmer? With everything Kenobi has said and especially considering the duel Jango had just witnessed...had they been blind? If there is such a thing as a good jetii, Kenobi is likely it. 

👀👀👀 @ Jango

“How’d you get out?” Jango asks.

“Master Qui-gon found me. He disabled my collar, and we escaped the guards. We managed to disable the other slaves’ collars once we were on the mainland as well. They revolted and freed themselves,” Kenobi says with a small quirk of his lips.

Jango grunts in approval. “Good on them.” He drops his cloth into the basin. “Let’s get patches on your burns and your side. Your arm definitely needs stitches. It’s up to you on the leg.”

Kenobi looks at his leg wound thoughtfully. “Are there any of those deep incision BactaBonds?” he asks. “If not, then stitches will do.”

Mentioned it on AO3, but I based BactaBond off of Dermabond. it’s Dermabond but more magical because bacta.

Jango pulls out all the bacta patches they’ll need for Kenobi’s burns and side wound before digging around the kit. Sure enough, he finds a tube of BactaBond and the roll of mesh tape that came with it. 

“You’re in luck.”

He hands the BactaBond and the mesh tape to Kenobi. Kenobi nods in thanks and begins fixing up his leg wound. Jango starts placing patches over the wound wrapping around his side. 

Okay, so I want to note that when you have burnt up tissue, you’re supposed to remove the dead tissue when cleaning up burns because that dead tissue isn’t gonna do you much, but I didn’t want to get more detailed than I already was, and I decided to just...handwave it as part of the magical bacta healing effect LOL

They work in silence. Jango knows from experience the BactaBond and mesh tape can be an absolute kriffing pain to apply properly, so he tries not to disturb Kenobi as he finishes patching up his side. 

He waits for Kenobi to finish with the mesh tape before handing him some dressing to cover the whole thing. They quickly cover up the burns on Kenobi’s arms with bacta patches before finally addressing the deep cut on his right arm. 

“Are you sure you don’t want pain killers?” Jango asks, assessing the wound. It really is a nasty injury. With the BactaBond, he could probably get away with one layer of stitches instead of two or three.

“I will be alright,” Kenobi says again and hands Jango the BactaBond. 

Jango grunts. “Suit yourself.” 

He applies the BactaBond into the wound before pressing the wound edges firmly together. Kenobi doesn’t even flinch, sitting there quietly with his eyes closed while Jango picks up the suture needle and begins stitching close the wound. 

I would like to draw this scene one day. Or someone can draw it for me. LOL 

After some consideration, Jango says, “I was sold to a spice transport.” He keeps his focus on closing the wound as tidily as he can, but he can feel Kenobi’s gaze on his face. “I was there for two years.”

"...How did you end up escaping?" he asked.

"Pirates attacked the ship. I freed myself in the confusion and ended up making a deal with the pirates.”

“Quite a few pirates would take the spice and the slaves…” Kenobi remarks.

“I had the upper hand on them. Besides, ‘Hondo Ohnaka would never deal with slavery’,” he quotes, “or so he claims.”

"Ah," Kenobi says in the tone of everyone who has ever met Hondo Ohnaka. Jango pauses in his suturing to look at Kenobi.

"You’ve met." 

Kenobi sighs, sounding as exasperated as anyone who has dealt with Ohnaka. “It was a very...trying mission.” He smiles wryly. 

HONDO OHNAKA IS A DELIGHT. Also I love the idea that the pirates who attacked that spice transport and gave Jango the opportunity to escape were Hondo’s crew. Idea thanks to blue_sunshine’s Desert Storm.

Also the ways in which Jango and Obi can connect with their experiences. Just aaaaaaah *flailing Kermit*

“I am not surprised.” Jango finishes up the sutures and assesses his handiwork. It’ll do. “Patch or plain dressing on top?” he asks. He thinks plain dressing would do just fine, but the patch might not hurt considering the extent of the wound.

Kenobi gestures to the patch, so Jango applies the patch. 

“Done. Listen to Jinn and get some rest. I was tired just watching that fight,” Jango says.

Kenobi gives him a half-hearted glare, but doesn’t make a word in protest as Jango stands and starts collecting all their first aid detritus. Despite his protests, Jango suspects Kenobi’s ready to pass out. 

An hour long high speed lightsaber duel in the sand. Can’t believe Obi wasn’t asleep on his feet. LOL

[uncannycyke]

I'm not reading comics right now, but the little bits and pieces I see from your posts about stuff like Empyre have created this weird cracky amalgamation in my head and it's giving me life.

the xmen are straight up bonkers awful right now and it disappoints me. but empyre (the main title) is so good. icb i actually like a marvel comics event let alone a comic book in 2020. 

[hawkesvarric]

“why the hell is there glitter everywhere?” and how could I choose anything but Dragon Age? lol

TITLE: Sparkle JuicePAIRING: Hawke x Varric (platonic)RATING: E for EA sucks–I mean, everyoneWORD COUNT: 1,050WARNING: n/a

NOTES: takes place after act 2, but don’t ask me when. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Send me a prompt + a fandom/character!

As the glitter exploded like a thunderous rainstorm around her, the thought occurred to Hawke that maybe, just maybe, she had been duped. Again. In her defense, if she couldn’t trust shady back-alley merchants, then who could one trust in Kirkwall?

The sheer amount of the stuff that permeated every available surface was impressive. Or would’ve been, if it wasn’t getting in Hawke’s eyes. She shook her head back and forth. Some splattered from her head to the floor in response.

Hawke had half a mind to take her complaint straight to the vendor. Cheap manufacturing at its finest. As if it were her fault somehow that it was so distracting thinking about how sexy she’d look that she dropped the glass bottle. But she had bigger fish to fry first. Namely, cleaning up this mess before she was caught by–

“Why the hell is there glitter everywhere?”

Ah, shit.

“Funny. I get that from Madam Lusine all the time,” she teased, not having to turn around to identify who entered. She’d recognize those rich vocal undertones anywhere. Even when half-asleep, even when half-dead; both of which she had first-hand proof of. The Deep Roads had not been much fun for anyone, save for perhaps Sandal.

Hawke turned to face her best friend. She shed more glitter as she went, like snow toppling down the side of Sundermount. Varric had his arms crossed across his chest in a chastising manner, but his quirked eyebrow and slight smirk gave him away.

“It’s like I told you before, Hawke. Leave it to the professionals at The Blooming Rose.” Varric shook his head at her and his smirk softened into downright fond. “When amateurs try their hand at the craft, well. Glitter bombs go off apparently. In my room, most curiously.”

Ah, yeah. Hawke had decided to test out the product here at The Hanged Man to avoid any familial nagging at home. Which benefited her personally, but him not so much. She’d have to do some serious damage control.

Hawke shrugged, trying desperately to ignore the shimmering dust falling off her shoulders, and tried to appear casual. “Yes, that is rather peculiar, isn’t it? And almost certainly no one’s fault, least of all anyone in this room.” 

Varric mumbled a response (”Uh-huh.”) and entered the room fully, heading straight towards the epicenter of the disaster. 

She continued, stalling for time. “I suppose that just goes to show you how shoddy the security in this tavern is. Just think if that had been a lyrium grenade. Or gaatlok!” A shudder thrown in for dramatic effect and then, “You really ought to move in with me, Varric. For your safety. Leave this unsolvable mystery for the templars to shove under the rug.”

As if he hadn’t heard a word of what she said, Varric squatted to pick up the largest intact piece of the bottle. “So you mean to tell me you have no idea about this–” He held it up to the light where the label was clear enough to read. “–Sparkle Juice…? Really, Hawke?”

“Hey, Jorman said it’d awaken my inner Andraste–” but Hawke couldn’t even finish her sentence before dissolving into a fit of giggles. Varric followed suit almost instantly. In-between laughs, he choked out a, “Ye–yeah, maybe the–the being set on fire bit–” and that just got them going all over again.

When the laughter subsided, Hawke had somehow fallen to the ground and found herself right in the middle of Mount Glitter. Varric had also accepted his fate and was fully seated on the ground. His leather duster was already covered. The battle was over before it had even begun.

“I’ll clean it up, of course.”

“You mean you’ll trick Gamlen into cleaning it up for you.”

“Eh, tomato, potato,” she said with a wave of her hand.

“That’s not–” Varric started, then sighed. “Just tell me you didn’t waste any good coin on this hogwash.”

Silence.

“Hawke–”

“Oh, c’mon, Varric. That’s not fair. You know I can’t be held responsible for my financial decisions when my trusty dwarf isn’t by my side to give counsel.” 

Hawke scooted herself over to the empty spot on the wall next to Varric, leaning over to place her cheek on his shoulder. His scent was always comforting to her. Strong, but not overbearing. Inviting, but not sweet.

He sighed again. Then he adjusted so his jaw was resting on the top of her head.

“Did you mean it?”

She scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. “Which part? I say a lot of things I don’t mean, you know.”

“True enough. If you were as honest as you are beautiful, the Grand Cleric would’ve banned you from the Chantry by now, Champion or not.” He chuckled, the sound a low rumble through his chest. “I meant about me moving in to your home. Not that I would, mind you. I’m a tad fearful of those papers Anders always leaves at your place springing to life in the middle of the night. We’ve done a lot of crazy shit together, but fighting a paper monster dead set on justice? I’ve gotta draw the line somewhere, don’t I?”

As Varric rambled, Hawke lifted her head so she could look him square in the eye. Even if they hadn’t been the very best of friends for quite some time now, she’d recognize what he was doing here. Babbling on and cracking jokes to cover up any whiff of real emotions; it was her go-to move. Right alongside flirting and stabbing.

“You idiot.” This made him stop in his tracks. His eyes merely blinked as she continued, “Of course you’re always welcome in my home. What’s mine is yours. No question.”

(Not that she had much of anything to give, but that was beside the point. Because Varric still broke-out in a wide grin like that was enough, like she was enough. Kirkwall was rotten, but what they had was not.)

“Dammit, Hawke. This is no time to get sentimental.” He patted the top of her head, causing even more glitter to fall right into her eyelashes. “You’ve got a brand new look to show off downstairs.”

“No,” she said before taking his hand into hers. “We have our brand new looks to show off downstairs.”

Varric laughed.

[luchibelle]

Dear manyangledone,

Just to make it clear I wasn't talking about misogyny on my reblog. My words were in regards to the two version of a story, that's it. I chose my words very carefully so I wouldn't get a response like this. You are assuming things I wasn't saying. This is a huge misunderstanding.

A few hours ago I was watching a western movie and discussing with someone close to me about the two versions of the story:

a) We must kill the Native Americans because they are atacking us. We cannot let them burn our lands and steal our food.

b) We must kill the cowboys because they come and stole our lands. Let's take the food cultivated in our lands so we can survive.

That is what I meant by two versions of a story. Taking both sides is a lot of fun for me. And doing it while reading Fire & Blood made me enjoy it more. Where am I supporting misogyny by saying that?

It's ok to have a reaction about a biased opinion. Actually it's what everybody should do.

Please, read again the things I said:

History is something I love, especially because it's so full of untruths and lies written by the winners that I can spend hours discussing with people about it.

I had a lot of fun while reading. Trying to figure out what version of the events was the real one was a lovely challenge. Or which parts of a story were true and which false and making up a version closer to the truth (is this a headcannon?).

Winners = misogynistic person

Falseness = misogyny

And finally, what I said about the GOT prequel. I meant they would choose one version (Rhaenyra/ Visenya is despicable, look what she did OR this thing R/V did was good but this person didn't like it and then spread this rumour that is completely false) and run with it. I'm sorry I worded it out in a way that lead you to misunderstand me. That's what I meant by a more factual version. It doesn't mean you need to like the version they use. If it's misogynistic you're free to criticise it.

I'm sorry that I'm putting this in a different post but tumblr wouldn't allow me to reblog the post and I'm so bad at technologies that I can't figure out why.

I probably should have overlooked this but I hate it when people misunderstand my words.

Have a nice day.

[barid-bel-medar]

3. In your opinion, what’s your best fic?

‘Haven’t I Seen You Before?’ one of my BNHA fics. I was very satisfied with the flow and it created a fun ‘possible’ universe, which I’m admittedly going to start ‘filling in’ with a bunch of ‘what could be’ one shots.

[doodlingadventures]

@manyangledone

Omg, this is exciting. TYRATHAN BETTER FREAKING HAVE A PART IN THIS OMFG Also I'm kinda eh about loa!Vol'jin but if that's the only option we get to keep him around (like, resurrection isn't actually on the table), then I'll take it.

Tyrathan better be there to help ressurect his boyfriend!!!

My greatest problem, and fear, with this setup is the following though:

They’ve recovered a character that has A. no relation to the current events (Zalazane, unless we get new information, has no relation to G’huun, the blood trolls, or even the Horde vs Alliance conflict) B. How does he get free? Does he just escape Bwonsamdi, does he murder him, does he absorb his powers??? Remember that we’ve been waiting YEARS to know more about the Loa, and we’ve already killed 4. In the eyes of Blizzard, killing one to instantly substitute him is totes ok, because who cares about the trolls and their culture, really And C. If Vol’jin turns into a Loa, which is efectively a God, his actions get limited, especially if he becomes Bwonsamdi’s “succesor”. But basically, he cannot be a leader of the Horde anymore.

Of these points, the one that really matter is A, because this could just become a sidequest with little to no relation to the “important events”, where we go, do some stuff, learn of a characters fate, and then completely forget about him. Which could happen if we Go to stop Zalazane, help Vol’jin come back so he can defeat Zal, the leftovers of Bwonsamdi proclaim him his succesor, Vol’jin says “I’ll do my best” and that’s the last time we see him. Maybe he comes in later to show support, but that’s it.

And that’s the equivalent of Blizzard going “here, this is what really happens to this character, is it better that his other end? Isn’t it cool? are you happy now? Can we go back to ignoring him?”

And I hate that.

I hope that I’m just being a pessimist crankypants and completely wrong, but this is blizzard, and I’ve known him for some years now...

But yea, that’s why I’m so relucant to the “Vol’jin Loa”, that they do this just so they get us off of their backs instead of doing it for love and understanding of the character.

It would be much more interesting if instead of just becoming a Loa, he got the powers/blessing of one temporarily, which is what actually brings him back to this world. It would be a power up, but not as hard as becoming a God, so this new chance he has becomes half  a trial because he has to learn how to handle this new powers (before he was a powerfull Shadowhunter and served many Loa, but now he is like a direct conduit of the power of a specific Loa, just to put an example), but still can be the Chieftain of the Darkspears, an important member of the Leadership of the Horde, and... he could still participate in the Brewfest...

Sorry I wrote so much, needed it off my chest.

[shiarempress]

@manyangledone replied to your post “manyangledone replied to your post “hey does anyone wanna read and...”

so not quite sure about the format, it seemed kinda like two different things? I left some notes, in general it seemed pretty good

ahhh thank you so much!! sorry I fell asleep last night before I saw this reply but I really appreciate it!!!

and yeah it’s a weird assignment format all around, it’s supposed to be three different sections that are marked by different profs but submitted all together??

[aethas]

manyangledone replied to your post: if theyre going to write sylvanas like this then...

I really hope they don’t just explain Baine’s position ineffectually in a book that most people won’t read -.-

HONESTLY? YEA. its a very real possibility, something theyll likely do and it scares me lmfao. like if thats the only way theyre gonna explain the other horde leaders’ positions then im gonna be mad

[lazy-sketchy]

“Unmade“

[aces-to-apples]

Six sentence prompt thing: Hardcase/Obi-Wan, Emperor Hardcase

For this ask game

*giggles*

-

"This is ridiculous," General Kenobi murmurs, careful not to let the Jedi cadets hear. "Where did they even hear about the old Mandalorian Empire?"

Hardcase just keeps grinning and lets the little Nautolan drape a crown of flowers over his head. "Don't worry, General," he says, carding one hand through Kenobi's hair and pulling him to rest more firmly against his legs with the other. "I'll protect you from the big, bad Sithlings."

Kenobi snorts but lets himself be moved, careful not to overbalance Hardcase's 'throne' of sleeping mats, fluffy comfort objects, and every pillow in the crèche.

"Of course, my liege," he drawls, watching the cadets on the other side of the room draw up a battle plan. "My fate rests in your most capable hands, Emperor Hardcase."

[uncannycyke]

manyangledone replied to your post: manyangledone replied to your post: ...

it’s like the same with Iron Fist. Like they literally cast people in Iron Fist who would have made a better Danny Rand than that dude. MCU loves their mediocre white guys.

LEWIS TAN WAS RIGHT THERE....THE DANNY WE DESERVE. fuking iron fist was embarrassing af bc that bland macaroni hair fool couldn’t act for shit and i tried so hard to sit through it for colleen but i couldnt deal with him.....

[awryen-nyx]

Saw your post about Varian's eyes in the tag--I, too, love the idea of Goldrinn being physically obvious around him when he fights, but just skimmed the comics and the only times his eyes look lighter seem to just be attempts to show them catching the light. Which is a shame, because if anywhere could have gotten away with it, it would have been the comics.

UGH. They missed SO many opportunities for that!! It’s why, despite the book’s many many flaws, I ADORE the cover of Wolfheart. It does the thing I wish Blizzard had the balls to DO.

[crispyjenkins]

yessssss (i mean, as if i have any time for another invested au, but someday (ノT ³ T)

@crispyjenkins reblogged your post “Some fics I’d have fun reading, but don’t feel like writing:”

   #okie but they’re all so good?   #to fic   #if i’m still allowed   #jangobi   #like the last one   #i want to drown in that au   #manyangledone           

Omg, yes, please! Definitely still allowed!

[barid-bel-medar]

manyangledone replied to your post: It occurs to me that for Wheel of Time, rather...

there’s always that one fandom

There really is. And it only really occurred to me since I’ve actually been semi-good about doing meta lately. 

And more or less randomly posting what are more thoughts/musings over on @wheelofmeta than true meta.

[doodlingadventures]

@manyangledone

The amount of times people get into fights on Reddit because someone hasn't read a certain book and someone has is just too much lol they need to find ways of introducing stuff, even if it's just something like a way to read summaries of the book events in game or something

The best way would be to have the Characters actually acknowledge those events. There are a thousand narrative tools to do this, from in game cinematics of flashbacks, to quests dialogues.... the fact that they don’t use them is only more salt to my wounds...