#ostrei

[sasster]

Oh okay, can I suckle you... Please?

"No."

[sasster]

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!

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[zevampirex]

Non pascat vestra cattus ostreis. Et placueris aadvark

[fantrollology]

alaska, who inspires you to be better?

"Better at what? My job? Photography? Board games?"

"Knowing I can be better tends to be enough. And that's always true, for anyone."

"So, someone should tell Ostrei he can ease up on me a little when we play backgammon."

[jensik]

Listening to the newer Dresden Files audiobook way later than I intended to. Live-ish blogging for a lack of better things to do.

So far? Mouse continues to be the best. Baby knowledge spirit is fucking adorable. All the old people need to calm the fuck down. Ostrey seems cool, which means something’s probably going to happen to him. Always happens when there’s new character early on that seems cool when he shouldn’t.

[wingedscribe]

"Lost their voice from screaming!" Because. You know

This was a good excuse to write a background scene from my upcoming novel project, so thanks! If anyone else wants to send a prompt, please go for it!

tw: blood ritual, mistreatment of a child, attempted ritual child murder (does not succeed), narrator who is the one who instigated all of those things and does not regret it

Lost their Voice from Screaming - 850 words, Original fiction

The Volodya girl didn’t speak anymore.

It was a shame, Kiryl Pavlik supposed, because he would like to get a statement from the child regarding her experience. Obviously, something had gone wrong; the child was still alive, after all, and the Light Eternal remained stubbornly beyond the grasp of magecraft’s mightiest minds. But certainly something had happened to her, because her eyes had not been that shade of gold before, and when she became upset things...happened.

It wasn’t the ritual, Kiryl was sure. He had followed that precisely, following Ostrei’s notes to the letter until she realized he was looking, started hiding them better, started encrypting them. All he had done for her, and she denied him this-

-but she would get what was coming to her, in time. Whatever the flaw in the ritual, Kiryl was sure it was her fault. But he had drawn the circles, had called the spirits of the land and the wind to them by name, binding them into every word, every piece of the room until it was, at last, a fit abode for a god. He had reached deeper, always a strain, and named the older spirits--the ones left from before the First Era, the ones who thrummed with power and had names that burned on his tongue. The girl had spoken then, or started to--always dutiful, Mislav had described her, and the man seemed to be right. The child had stood in the center of the circle, clearly terrified, and had spoken the invocation in a shaking, shuddering voice.

It was when Kiryl had named the chiefest spirit, when he had invoked the Light Eternal, that the screaming had started. The child, who had once been so obedient, dropped to her knees and screamed as Kiryl continued the invocation. It wasn’t as though some noise would harm the ritual, after all, and he had a job to do. The child had done her part.

Still, the sound had grated on him, caused him to speed through the other readings he had to do, the invocations in Old Diamantine, the binding of the name. Asya Volodya. It wasn’t a fit name to be bound to such a powerful entity, but one must work with what they had. When the last syllables fell from his lips, when the light in the room brightened so far as to be intolerable, he had expected it to be over.

The screaming did not stop.

The Volodya girl was still on her knees in the center of the room, the light wrapping and coalescing around her, keeping her within the circle Kiryl had drawn. She was screaming, a continuous drawn-out sound that resonated on a level that...unsettled him. Pain had been expected--the ritual did warn that the subject should suffer cessation of existence, in return for the control of the Light Eternal--but not something prolonged, something continual. And the sound...wasn’t human.

It was then he saw it, the light pouring from her and not only around her. It clawed its way out of her mouth, golden and too bright to look at, shone from her eyes. Kiryl had felt every hair on his body raise as the sound continued, and remembered a theory he’d heard proposed, that light and sound were merely the same thing in different forms. Perhaps, then, the scream and the light and the child were all, now, the same, and the ritual had worked after all, and soon the child and the screaming would be gone and there would only be the light, there and ready and willing to aid Kiryl in his discovery of the truth.

Kiryl is unsure how long he stood there--others say hours, but he is certain that something that the ritual did interfered with time, because surely not hours. All at once, the light vanished, the screaming stopped, and the child crumpled to the ground like a marionette, their strings cut. Kiryl stormed from the room, irritated at the failure of the ritual, at the time wasted. It was only later that one of the aides--one of his men, not Alieh or Volodya’s--informed him that the child continued to live, and that her eyes had turned gold.

And that when she tried to speak, nothing came out, but that when she had seen her father she had tried to say something, and light had curled around her like a shield, like a cage, like hands holding her close and--

And then something had happened, and nobody was clear enough on what, but Kiryl had gone in person to investigate the twisted mass of metal and dust that had been the chair the child was seated on, and could guess on some of the specifics.

As much as Kiryl hated not having the child’s input, he couldn’t argue that it was safest for everyone to keep her confined, at least until she wasn’t a threat to everyone around her.

And as long as she could not speak, he reasoned, there was no chance he would have to endure that scream again.

[desperatlytryingtowriteabook]

Fathers’ Day

It’s Fathers’ day here in Belgium! Happy day to all the dads, dad-figures, and others in your life!

As I wrote a Moms’ post (here), I made a Dads one :)

TW: abuse (marked by a *)

Primum Sanguis

Galeazzo Maria Sforza: Cat and co’s dad. A good dad. If you do what he asks you to. He enjoys teaching his children about warfare and fighting and the occasional bit of politics.

Rafaelle della Rovere: The Good BeanTM. Loving and kind, the dad who will tell you stories, take you to walks and beheadings (not much on TV during the Renaissance...), and will scold you a little when you come back wasted from a night out.

Pietro Riario: Bianca’s husband and father to her many children. Who he never cared about.

*Piero Landriani: Lucrezia’s husband and father to her two eldest children. His son Gian Piero is his pride and joy, while he despises his daughter and his step-children. Also a low-key abuser.

Ijandia - Arson, High Sea Piracy, and Other Activities

Morwen Westfall: Teyrn of Armadeis (Astos Orthra) and High King of Idhilwhon. Husband of Meriagan, who bore him two children, Morwenna and Baldwin. As High King, he didn’t spend much time with his children but ensured they’d have the best education possible.

Heregil Westfall: Morwen’s eldest brother and father to Soren and Sigryn. Commander of the Armies of Idhilwhon, he is power-hungry and blood-thirsty despite his parents’ teaching. His only redeeming quality would be his uncoditional love for his children.

Thaddeus Westfall: youngest son of Alda and Renth and the only one with some sense. He acted as Idhilwhon’s Ambassador for a long time and always sent gifts to his nephews and nieces. Now that he’s back from his travels, he wants to make sure his niblings don’t murder each other.

Harrow “Row” One-Eye, the SeaFarer: captain of the Sea Mist. He sees himself as a father to his crew and is an adept of tough love, even if his heart melts sometimes.

Saiyth Avaleis: Counsellor to his brother the Emperor, he is a stern man who sees his children as pawns in a game. He almost opposed Thyia’s going to the Academy but yielded when he understood she might find a good husband there and advance their family’s position.

Renth Terondvar Athior: King Consort of Indhilwhon, husband of Alda Westfall and father to her three sons. He loves his children and grand-children and spent a lot of time with them. He was the first to encourage Morwenna’s love of the sea.

Ijandia - Ellerin’s Inheritance

Ewald Terondvar Athior: Lord of Belriz and Ruler of Imyslaën. He is Alda’s father-figure and helped raise her. They were very close when she was young, but grew apart when she was a teenager. Their relationship is now friendly, but they both ache for the old days.

*Beathan Highhorn: King of Leharion and Teyrn of Astos Let, husband of Madge Highhorn and father of her children. Very close to his second son, Drinian, who is everything a dashing prince should be, Beathan is less enthralled by his heir, Damiel, and by his three other children.

Eroan Highhorn: King of Ellerion and father of Essylt, who is his only daughter. Eroan and his wife struggled so much to conceive a child that they were elated when Essylt was born and Eroan has been overprotecting and spoiling his daughter ever since.

Morvan Westfall: Former King of Ellerion and Alda’s father. He died when she was a child and she barely remembers him. But he loved her very much.

Ijandia - Aisling (to be renamed)

Vladji Westfall (He needs a new name): High King of Idhilwhon, who fell in love with a naïad. He is a good father to his three children - Bash, Aisling and Nolan - and would do anything to keep them safe.

Zoltan Mordrak: Valon’s father. The Bad Guy. But a surprisingly ok dad.

Edwin Greengrass: Kaherdin’s uncle, a farmer who raised him. A good man, who just wants to feed his family.

Ijandia - To Be Named WiP

*Torkan Avaleis: Ruling Emperor of the Archipelago. Father to Kaël, his eldest son and heir, Swanhilde, and a few more kiddos I still have to name! He never really cared for his children, seeing them mostly as necessities for his rule, but which prevented him from bedding his lovers.

Ijandia - The Way of the Gods

Ieva’s dad: the Last King of the Ostreis Dynasty and father to many children, most of whom were killed during the Helioson’ invasion. A wise and old man, who share his knowledge with his children.

Taho Helioson: Ieva’s husband and father of her children. A sanguine, ambitious, hot-headed man, who is a good leader and a strict but loving father.

Father Stone: the Dwarven Deity, who watches over the mountains and their dwellers.

Don’t hesitate to share informations about the moms of your WiP! And to ask questions about some of mine if you want to know more about them!

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[sasster]

mantle do u like opera

"I like it fine. You planning on taking me to see one?"

[sasster]

yessir! sounds great! what kinda food are we thinking for dinner? what do u like?

"Hot pot."

[sasster]

well what would you call it

"Commander of a fleet reeducation crew and various other psionics in the Empire's system."

[sasster]

Mantle it feels like you don't actually care about psiionics

"I am not responsible for your feelings."

[sasster]

You got plans for after work Mantle?

"Only ones I'll regret in the evening."

[sasster]

sorry, shucks like crazy

"Best way to open an oyster is to get them all nice and warm. Pop them in the oven or on a grill, once they're all steamy and hot they just open up for you no hassle."

[sasster]

mantle fucks crazy confirmed

"Language."