ShadowLord_Lith

Inside my mind I am screaming in pleasure and joy. Outside my head, I am mumbling incoherently in happiness. Within this cosmos I am squealing in delight. Outside of of this cosmos, the things I do would give you a fright. ... in short? I absolutely loved it. I would also like a link to any and all other stories you have thus-far posted on this site. Thank you. Now, back to rocking back and forth with a crazy/happy expression on my face; one that might induce nightmares.

If we have, then we have the right to add as many cremlings, spren, or random WHIO references as we want. I'll get the spiked granola bars.

Or tourists are cats!

Granted. A brick named "understanding" falls from the sky and knocks you unconscious. Your bane? Well... umm... your kinda... already... umm...unconcious, so... yeah. I wish for all of my 12 children to have either an extremely strong(and dominant) allomantic gene, or an extremely strong(and dominant) ferruchemical gene.

What's a discord?

What if you took pictures of the drawing each in different area a than they were the first time? Maybe have two of them in the same picture? Possibly add/change the colors in some or all of them? If you still feel uncomfortable, then you should at least know that, based on what we've all seen of your work so far (both written and drawn) I think it's safe to assume that you have drawn some absolutely stupendacular* drawings. (*stupendous+spectacular)

0.0 ... suddenly about 19% of what I have read on the shard makes sense. Thank you.

Thank you @Oversleep! That is an amazing theory, can you link me to some more of your theories? Also, I've been curious about this for a while. What in Harmonies name does "iirc" mean?

Please give us a summary, at least? I really love hearing new things about the Cosmere, even if it's just a new point of view.

First: *un-manly squealing ensues... for several minutes* Second: YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYEYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES... Continues ad infinitum. Needless to say, I'm excited about these things. Congratulations, and may (time bend to your will and reality melt at thy touch, oh goddess of that reality we all long for, but is ever out of reach.) all your Christmas(time/December) wishes come true.

I will help you without hesitation. I would love to help you, even if if it's only via verbal support.

I'd love for people to know the (semi)exact location of my home! Floresville, TX, U.S.A., just south of San Antonio, for reference.

If you don't mind, in adding these to my personal favorite view list. Your voice is amazing! Congratulations! And merry Christmas! I wish I knew how to explain my deepseated appreciation for you and all the shard in general. The best I can do is thank you, and I'm so happy things are turning up for you!

THANK YOU!!! (now to go watch every single video you have and(possibly) subscribe.) *leaves to accomplish said goal*

YOUTUBE CHANNEL?!? WHAT IS IT CALLED!?! I MUST VIEW IT! (also... congrats!)

Thats understandable though. After all, the Star Wars franchise was based off of the "Space Opera" genre, which included key points like: weak characterization, typical love story(Han-Lea and Anakin-Padme), and some barely believable science(The force, light sabers, Hyperspace, etc...). The new movie was based off of what's called the "New Space Opera" though, so, not much I can explain there other than what I've already said. I feel cool because I know this stuff.

Granted. You will sleep once every fourteen days at exactly midnight to exactly four in the morning. I feel like you already have a bane. I'll give you one anyway. your bane is that you are awake when you should be asleep and vice-versa. I wish to be THE physical personification of magic.

My first reaction to a magical, white, silken rope coming to life and grabbing me was to freeze. When it began to bounce me, I let out a yell. The world spinning violently, I grabbed the thing, getting more panicked by the second, and began trying to untie it. The storm rusted thing resisted my efforts. I then, still panicking, whipped out my knife and, tapping my metal minds to increase my awareness, I begin cutting the ropes. I was not going to go down so easily.

Bless your eternal soul! That is beautiful! Granted. Your bane? It has you. I wish for the most clever thing (in general) that you can possibly put here.

The book "The Gift"

Granted, you can become an awesome dragon at will, and you now have eternal youth. Your bane? In order to utilize this new ability, you must make a demon-like contract with someone, giving that person complete and utter control over you. I wish for two truly devilish banes.

Yep! Anything you want, on the house. Though, be warned, random obliteration of the building via epics is somewhat common.

Quiaras first post is now up! Special thanks to cog, who helped me learn( for the first time, shockingly) the difference between to and too! Enjoy! Edit: Happy anniversary @Cognizantastic! I'm so glad that you've had such an amazing time on the shard. So, even though it's not much, have my congratulations!

Quiara was jogging past the zoo, when she heard the roar. It ripped through her mind, instilling a primal fear she hadn't felt in years, and it was so loud it left her ears ringing. Her entire body vibrated from its volume and she gasped in shock. In the next instant she was sprinting back the way she'd come, praying that yet another fight wasn't actually happening. Not so close to her bar. She passed a few blocks before turning left into an alleyway that led to the side of her bar. Dashing into the building, she took everything in at once. All was as she'd left it, perfectly okay. For now. A girl walked in from the back, her apron already coated in flour dust. "Hey Quiara! What happened too the run? Was it an epic?" Her tone was jovial, light. "No, C.C.," Quiara replied, shaking her head and pushing some loose strands of hair back into place, "it's just that... well, I think a fight broke out in Chimeras place." Quiara looked C.C. in the eye and sighed. She'd had to be the one who told her. "You mean..." C.C paused, her expression confused for a moment. Then she paled, "Heaven above... are the kids okay?!?" Quiara tensed, remembering the kids below her feet. "I really, really hope so; there's nothing we can do about them yet." A few years ago, she'd tried hiding during an epic fight by climbing down into the old sewer system. She'd spent a few hours down there and had found an old, rusty door. Inside, She'd found a concrete room about the size of a small house and, shortly after, helped hide C.C.'s little sisters down there to try and protect them. Now Quiara was beginning to strongly regret that decision. As she started to ask about the empty room, a wave of depression and all consuming terror came out of nowhere, bringing with it memories from her past. Mother stabbing Father again and again with a steak-knife, convinced he was an epic who'd killed their daughter; the fear she'd felt when Portland fell to the epics; those three days of starving, right after her parents died and right before Johnny-the former owner of the bar-had taken her in; the absolutely crushing guilt and raging sorrow after learning that Johnny had died during her day off. Every terrible moment, all of her deepest fears, they all came crushing down on her. It was so much; too much, far too much, to be anything human. Only an epic could do something like this. She collapsed to the ground, her heart aching as she started to curl up and sob. Then she noticed her friend. C.C. was trying to stand up, but couldn't even stay up on her own arms. Quiara stopped crying, wiping tears from her eyes. She couldn't afford to be weak now, she had friends to help and a business to run. So she went numb. She pushed herself to her feet, shutting off her emotions. After being raised in a world like this for so long, she'd found a way to cope with her grief. She walked over to C.C. and yanked her to her feet. Then she marched them both into the kitchen. "Get cooking," Quiara's voice was a dead monotone, " start getting the regulars ready, and don't just collapse again. The fight probably won't last long." She walked out of the kitchen and moved to the front door. Then she flipped the sign to open.

@TwiLyghtSansSparkles If I ever get the chance, I will enforce a new school class; one that is required for all citizens of America: How to: use a printer and access/make your own email accounts. Seriously though, printers have been around for... I think before the 1980's. How can people not know how to use them?