WHAT SPORT IS THIS?
"YOU CAN DODGE A WRENCH, YOU CAN DODGE A BAL—-wait a minute."
Ive been working for a few days on an Inheritance Cycle fanfic that takes place after the series but I plan to address a lot of the things I felt the original series lacked and delve more into the stuff that happens within the world itself rather than a dimwitted lead.
I plan for it to have 10 lead characters, all 10 of which start off as Apprentice Dragon Riders and their journey until they become Elder Riders.
Obviously this will span many years in the world.
I plan to delve more into the cultures of each race, politics, the world itself, and some of the fridge horror brought from the original series. In order to do this I also ensured that my cast was rather diverse as well, with many different temperments ^^
Here is a bit of a sneak peak:
Their fight lasted a good ten minutes and was utterly brutal. Vihtori was slammed to the ground within the first twenty seconds and spent the rest of the fight slinging spells and attacks from there but Erieen was utterly ruthless in retaliation. He didn’t stand a chance and unlike Rodek and Loana, she did not help him stand and left him completely and utterly to the care of the other rider, not even aknowledging him afterwords.
I felt more betrayed by Orsino using blood magic than by Anders blowing up the chantry
This sounds like a great place to discuss illegal activity and top-secret missions… though it would be awkward to have both those conversations taking place at adjacent tables…
I’d be able to order without much issue due to taking an asl class XD
when you read a great book and rush to tumblr to join the fandom
but there is no fandom
I’m not talking about becoming Mute, or just talking less.
Im not talking about that person who was so outgoing and then became introverted.
Im talking about the people who could talk for hours, and then you realize something. Or maybe, you never realize it at all.
They are the people who could go on and on about their favorite series, their favorite game, about the day or the weather.
Then watch them as they are in a group. Watching? Ask the group ‘What should we have for lunch?’ and possibly suggest a restuarant this person hates, or a type of food this person hates. Something you are aware of, but the whole group inst. The group will agree with your selection, this person will even back you up and lie, saying they like it. Choking down food they loathe or are possibly even allergic to in order to avoid a confrontation.
This is the person who rarely asks for anything, and will bend over backwards inorder to sate any request you make of them.
this is the person who will never speak out when you are in an arguement, and will instead remain silent or try and diffuse the situation without really solving the issue at hand.
These are the people who are so utterly broken on the inside that they cant function in chaotic relationships. There must be stability, there must be normalicy, there must be peace.
They will take any amount of abuse to keep this peace and normalicy and stability, they will give everything they have.
These are the people who have lost the ability to ‘Speak’. They will not put forth their own opinions or try to make any major desicions, or even any minor ones such as what movie to watch or what to have for the next meal.
These people are the most broken, because they lost the will and ability to function without that dependance on their abuser. They lost the ability and will to make their own stand and talk back because they are to terrified of retaliation.
The abuser is often more than one person as well. It can sometimes be just one, but more often then not it is a multitude of people. They shut down your opinions, telling you they dont matter. You try to tell them of something you like and get rebuked as it being childish and you needing to ‘grow up’. You try to make a stand and get yelled at till your in tears.
You learn that being an ‘Adult’ just means doing what you are told, to take any abuse anyone throws at you in stride and never seek help.
You learn it’s not ok to seek help, because no one cares and they wont help you, or worse they yell at you for having the audacity to ask.
And if you take care of it yourself? Congrats, you’ll be yelled at even louder for doing something ‘wrong’ even though you dont understand why it was wrong.
You learn that ‘love’ does not exist. There is only that dependancy. That need for another to use you in order to validate the reason you are alive. Because that is all you are. A toy or pet meant to do as the master wills. Friendships dont exist either, just people who want things but dont have the time to care for you for more then a few minutes a day.
You learn that no one wants to hear you talk. They don’t care about what you went through, they just want money. They’ll tell you there is something wrong with your mind, and you should take these expensive drugs and it will help. It never helps. Your dreams just get worse.
You learn to associate anything you actually like with being yelled at, and learn never to speak of them or hide them. At worst, you learn to loathe what you initially adored.
The people who lose the ability to ‘Speak’ are perhaps the most tragic of people. Because they can see the people who want to help, who can help.
They can see the people who care, they just dont have the strength of will to reach out on their own anymore. They don’t have the courage to reach out, because of that instilled fear. That terror of ‘What if this person is just the same? What if I’m left of on my own?’
But perhaps the biggest reason these people who have lost the ability to ‘Speak’ are so pitiful, are so broken, is because there is one final thing that had been robbed from them during their abuse: they lost the will to live, and the strength to die.
they are completely dead on the inside, despretely screaming out for help.
They are perhaps the most optimistic, hopeful, cynical, broken people in the world.
But you’d never have to worry about them committing scuicide, because that option is one that they’d never take.
The people who cannot ‘Speak’ anymore are ones that deserve sympathy, but are not talked about by anyone. Most people dont realize we are here, that we have these issues. We preffer to never tell about them, because to do so would mean we’d have to ‘speak’.
and ‘speaking’ is perhaps the thing that terrifies us the most.