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On Earth, 'twas 48 days before Christmas morn, A new disaster struck each day, woes were born. From black to dark gray, all colors did sway, Gotham's hero in crisis, in shadows he'd stay. Outfits in ruin, designers perplexed, Computer programs halted, leaving us vexed. Video game mechanics, a chaotic ballet, 'Tis up to you, dear folks, to light our way. Anything goes, except (maybe) god modding. Basically, we're all trying to survive in the last days before Christmas, and every day a new crisis will surface. I'll be posting a new one of those daily. Red wakes up and finds his previously perfectly color-coded closet is a mess. At first, he ignores this, but as he gets ready for another day he can't ignore it. The normally black early morning sky is the wrong color. Something is very, very wrong.

So, If you are interested in doing a secret Santa, or if you are all in, post here, and we will decide how we do it. Bough it will most likely end up as a digital thing. Be creative with gifts, otherwise, the rest is up to us to decide. @Ookla the Magician @Ookla thePresentParticiple @Ookla the Black Sock if I didn’t ping you sorry it is kinda hard to remember ookla names

You guys read the thread title. Share your Christmas gifts here!

Hello, all! Unless you have a character in the CBST thread, this isn't gonna be an RP you can really participate in, but anyone's welcome to watch this go down. I'm pretty stoked for this little experiment. Tomorrow Thanksgiving will be over and THAT means we can start celebrating Christmas!!! (although I confess I've had my little tree in my room for about a week up to this point ) I was thinking about CBST - as I've proven myself prone to do - and I realized that Heather is the only one who knows about Christmas and, well, that just cannot stand. This will be in an AU set in the future. The future so that Sophie and Granite can join in and Star and Pheonix can be a fully functioning couple, and an AU so that Ember can be around. Because, let's be real, a CBST Christmas would feel so wrong without Ember getting to see snow and freak out like a kid in a candy store. And no Phar awkwardness for this holiday. Granite would be trying waaaaaay too hard to get his mother and Pheo under the mistletoe and while I think I would enjoy that, I don't want Xino to freak out; this should just be fun and honestly more for us than the characters. I wish we could all be together for the holidays and while we can't, our characters definitely can! I know this is probably going to be cheesy - I mean, c'mon, it's a cliche Christmas special, what do you expect? - but I really hope that we can just laugh at ourselves and enjoy it. I've been missing the plot on the main CBST thread, but I know that there's kinda been some pressure in that realm. The timelines with Sophie/Granite/Michael/Max and Star/Heather/Ember/Pheo need to be fixed up, Shadow hasn't been able to be here are regularly, Jay's got all sorts of school stuff to do, and I know Xino has a lot of hard stuff to write. I don't want there to be any pressure at all here though. Y'all, COVID sucks and I hope that the holidays can maybe relieve a little bit of that awfulness. Anyway, I'll leave it up to Shadow to start, But I think I'll kick it off on Monday if she can't be here. I'M SO EXCITED and I hope you are too! @Ookla the Reserved @Jaywalk @BringerofShadows

Have a Merry Christmas everyone. Hope you get wonderful Cosmere gifts.

Just a thread for wishing everyone a Merry Christmas, or your equivalent holiday. And a little something reminding us that we can be good to eachother, even in the worst of times. So Merry/Happy Christmas/Haunakka/quansa/[insert your holiday here] I hope its a good one for everyone.

I run the annual Brandon Sanderson fan gift swap, Secret Sazed. I know it's a little early to be thinking about holiday gift giving, but since most of the people who participate do physical crafts or art, I wanted to get this out early this year. We offer both digital and physical giving and just about anything creative is welcome. If you'd like to participate, use the following form. If you're uncertain on what you want to give, indicate that on the form. You can go back and edit it later :-) http://bit.ly/SecretSazed2017

Hello and welcome to the most pointless post you will probably ever read on 17th Shard! I was just enjoying the warmth of my apartment while the snow blasted outside making the landscape a winter wonderland from out of the songs. As I was musing on the various aspects of the first Elsric Short story that I am writing, an odd thought struck me. Susebron from Warbreaker is one of the characters I find most dear to me. Unlike most of my other favorite Cosmere characters I simply enjoy the fact that his is pure and devoted to doing what is right because that is his nature. I mean the man has the mentality of a teddy-bear who also happens to hold enough Breath to break a kingdom. As I was contemplating, I suddenly asked myself, "What if the God-King was to step outside in the middle of a snowstorm? Not only is the ground solid white, but each flake of snow suspended in the air is about as pure white as you can find in nature. By Hoid's left buttock! It would be like watching an atomic color bomb!" Now that is a paraphrase, but essentially such an event would be one of the most interesting things to observe in the Cosmere. I added to this post a couple attachments that I think help capture what such an event might look like. I hope you enjoy this little mental image! This post is utterly useless other than to wish you a Happy Holiday my fellow Cosmere Scholar. If you find any other conceptualization of what a God-King color apocalypse would look like please post them below for our amusement! Until the next random post, have a great end to the year!

Since I finally changed my wall calendar to December I decided to introduce a couple of holiday writing prompts, just for the heck of it. Since it was the first one to pop into my head, this first one will be Christmas themed, but I don't want to exclude any other holidays like Hanukkah, so by all means give me suggestions. Credit will be given to the original creators. The only stipulation is that they have to be random. Like so: First, listen to this lovely modern Christmas carol by famed minstrels Relient K. Prompt: It is Christmas Eve. You are driving your car [make and model of your choice—it doesn't even have to be a car!] when you see a bearded, heavyset man in a red coat hitchhiking. You stop and ask if he needs a lift. He breathlessly explains that his sleigh broke down and he needs someone to drive him around the entire world in just one night so the little children of the world aren't disappointed come Christmas morning. "Whatever you need most, I'll give it to you!" he says. Do you take him up on his offer? If so, why? If not, what happens when you drive away?

I drive myself mad wondering why you do it. Year in, year out, doing the same old thing for a world that just keeps changing on you. Nothing's the same over the years except you. And you don't even act like it fazes you. Your beard is never whiter. Your face never has any more wrinkles than last year. I don't know if I'm strictly ungrateful for the things you do. Last year's train set was pretty awesome, and my sister loved her pitcher's glove. I smiled. She smiled. Mom smiled. We all smiled because of you. It's just... You remind me of my uncle. He was a big guy like you. Always a smile on his face. He only came around every Thanksgiving, and I'm at least ninety percent sure it was Mom's turkey that lured him in. We all loved him so much--he was just a cool uncle, you know? He'd pull a quarter out of your ear and let you keep it. He'd make Mom scowl at him by teaching us how to have sword fights with sticks in the yard. He was the kind of guy who made the holiday feel so much more special just by being there, grinning down at you and sharing the merriness around. He was also a raging alcoholic and a con man. He's lost weight in the postcards, though. Orange really brings out his complexion. Look, I'm not saying... I just think... ugh. I'm only writing this stupid letter to sort out my feelings. You remind me of our pastor. Mom takes us to help out at the food pantry every Wednesday, and he's always there. He's a stiff guy in a nice suit, but he's all smiles. He tells us how much God loves us, which I don't doubt. He tells us how important it is to help the needy, which I don't doubt. But while we're carrying boxes of beans and helping sort all the food on the shelves, all he does is stand in the entrance hall listening to raggedy poor people tell him "God bless you" all day. I guess it's important that the homeless people come in and meet a smiling face, but it just feels... it just feels like he could be doing more, you know? It feels like he's just lapping up the praise when he could be helping. I mean... Look at you. Look at all the things you can do. You're amazing. You can do things that make Harry Potter look like a documentary on card tricks. And every year you use all that power just to make little children happy. That's amazing, right? You're amazing, right? But... There are people dying. There are people who don't have enough food. There are people who don't have enough water. There are people who are sick and don't have medicine. There are people being hurt by other people. There are people on the streets who don't have blankets and might wake up as a frozen poverty-sicle. You could deliver a hot steaming bowl of soup to every hungry person in the world in the time it takes me to write this letter. You could bring people medicine instead of toys. Bring them water instead of milk and cookies. I guess... You... You remind me of Dad. He only came at Christmas too. He'd come in the door, nod at Mom, and come sweep us up in a big bear hug. He'd reach under his jacket and give us both a present. He'd say that you let him bring those ones early. Then he'd play games with us. He'd talk about proud he was of me, how clever I was for my age. He'd rave about how great my sister was at baseball. He'd make us feel special. He'd make all of Christmastime special for us just by being there. At least... he used to. He was there to make us smile there at Christmastime, but where is he now? He stopped coming. He took care of us at Christmastime, but where was he the rest of the year? Where was he when I skinned my knee? Where was he when the truck hit our puppy? Where was he when I actually needed him? I just... agh. I worry, you see. I see you grinning at me from Christmas cards. From gift wrappings. I see you on TV and in movies and on the ornaments we put on the tree. Everyone loves you. Everyone talks about how great you are. How kind you are. How much you want to take care of us. And I start getting angry. I worry that you're my uncle. All smiles and fun, but rotten inside. I worry that you're my pastor. Just lapping up praise while everyone else does the real work. I worry... I know that you're my dad. You're not there for us when we need you. You're all baubles and milk and cookies while people who need your help are hurting. And I keep getting more angry, 'cause when I write this I know that I'm right. There's nothing stopping you from helping more, is there? There's no magic stopping you. You just like having everyone talk about how wonderful you are! You don't want to be sweating in Africa helping people. You're not just magical, you want people to know how magical you are. You want people to write poems about how great and mysterious you are. You want people to make movies about you. You want all the children in the world to think you're the coolest thing ever. You want suckers like me to write you letters. I'm right, aren't I? You could help, but you WON'T. You could solve all the problems in the world in one night, but you WON'T. You could be there for us, but you WON'T. Now I know what you are. Now I know not to smile back at your stupid face on the postcards. Now I know to save our milk and cookies and feed them to the pigeons or something. Merry Christmas, you fat egomaniac. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Title's pretty self explanatory: What did you get for Christmas this year? My gift list was AWESOME: Partials, Fragments, and The Hollow City by Dan Wells The Rithmatist, The Emperor's Soul, and Steelheart by Brandon Sanderson Earbuds and a mouse for my laptop A couple of little fleecy blankets and a drawn on cup from my sister (she's eleven, it's pretty adorable) The best part was that the majority of my books were SIGNED!!! This gets me considerably caught up on the important fandoms of my life. What about you guys?