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I wish for a puppy. Also, this boon is immune to any and all banes that have anything to do with said puppy, or with my interactions with it.

Granted, but you receive an extra boon of people wishing again. I wish for the wishing system to stop being messed with.

When you read a book series with talking, “awakened” swords, and one is black, and Nightblood just keeps popping into your head.

I wish people would stop skipping other peoples’ wishes.

Granted! You’re also blind. Granted! You are now cursed to never be able to spell. I wish people would stop skipping wishes.

Fair Yes I did I guess I just asked the wrong people.

Wait, so I wasn’t allowed in before...why?

Dark Alley Discord server: Top Secret, nonDenizens not allowed Ghostblood Discord server: So top secret even Ghostbloods aren’t in it! TUBA Discord server: You’re in five other guilds? C’mon in. You plan on advertising the very thing we’re against? Yeah sure we’d love to have you. You hate us with everything in you? Why yes please feel welcome here

We all have our issues, Cassie echoed silently, and tried not to be bitter. Because they’re Radiants still, and they really do face the same problems. They didn’t skip their oaths like idiots...but I shouldn’t keep thinking along these lines. They’ll notice. She’d yell at herself more later, when the younger Knights Radiant weren’t around to study her face. She squeezed Shana back, and couldn’t make herself let go.

@everyone

“One,” Cassie said immediately, “you don’t need to worry about me. And two, sleep during the night. I hear schedules are good, and I know we don’t have the luxury of knowing whether or not we’ll be attacked, but better to be woken up by an assault and have some sleep than to have none and it doesn’t happen, right?” @Sorana She grinned slightly at Nym. “Join the club. Crazy things tend to happen around Radiants. They’ll get used to you.” @Ookla the very snazzy

Everyone should follow this example

“Congratulations,” she said, the smile getting a little more real. This was a big deal for Rob. “That’s great. And yeah, pretty average.” She was normally pretty good at lying, not that she had to test it much these days. She halfheartedly wondered if any of them would figure out this one.

Cassie loved her job. She got to make money while training to work in a library, a profession she was somewhat interested in, and she got to read. The librarians were nice; the book selection was extensive; most of the activities she performed were easy, some even bordering on boring; and she was close to the other Radiants, if they needed anything. It was a good job. So why was this one of the worst times of her life? Her normal energy was gone before she’d stepped through the doors. All day Cass had blinked away a tired fuzz from her brain, struggling to focus on the numbers beneath a barcode, a student telling her how to spell their last name, where she was in the shelves. At one point she found herself sitting in the nonfiction section staring aimlessly at the 500s and realized she was supposed to be putting away a new book. At another the head librarian, Mrs. Erikson, pulled her into her office behind the desk and said quietly, “Are you okay? You’ve been staring off into space a lot today.” “Oh, I’m so sorry,” Cassie said quickly, then bit her lip. “I’m fine. Just distracted, I guess.” “Well, if you’re sure,” Mrs. Erikson said dubiously, and sent her off to unwrap printer paper. But she hadn’t lied, because she was distracted. Not by something that was there, but by what wasn’t. No lights in the corner of her eye, checking out the new book rack as Cassie worked. No excitement zipping straight through their bond whenever someone walked in, no matter the purpose, regardless of the fact that people came in and out all day. No one trying to urge her to open an interesting-looking book so she could read the first page - or to take the book home and turn all the pages for her after that. No presence in the back of her head, wordless but always there. Why, by all the storms, had she assumed in that crucial moment that just because her spren couldn’t talk, she wouldn’t miss her? With Joy’s emotions gone, Cassie lived with new ones: guilt and grief and emptiness. With her own personal light not bobbing overhead, the ceiling lights made her flinch the first time she looked up and saw them, their bulbs too dead somehow. She hadn’t brought any Stormlight, and found herself desperately wanting some, so she could duck into a back room and just leave. When shelving magazines got monotonous, she counted her heartbeats, and curled her grip as if she was holding the hilt of a sword. It was a relief when Rob, Shana, James, and Nym entered the room. They were something she could think about besides trying to focus on her work, something safe to think about that wouldn’t have her biting her lip so hard it almost bled. Another incentive to heed the Words. Life before death. She had whispered them in front of a Voidbringer and she wasn’t going to betray them now, even if they weren’t binding anymore. Cass finished her current task and saw Shana waving her over. Pulling a chair over to their table, she smiled and tried to make it seem genuine. “Hey, what’s up? School going well?” @Sorana @Ookla the Maybe-Existent @Ookla the very snazzy

AMENDEMENT: I NO LONGER BELIEVE THIS BLOG ENTRY TO BE THE CASE. While it seemed reasonable at the time, I have since reconsidered things and this doesn’t feel right to me, nor does it fully match up with my experiences. I apologize for wasting everyone’s time with this theory. Thanks again for the support, and please have a nice day.

Nice

Granted, but your hair eats you! Granted, you have more time to contemplate everything you hate. You can’t think of anything else. I wish to be able to get out of bed tomorrow.

They’re...not bugs? They have crustacean features, but they’re their own species. Everything about them resembles a mammal much more than an insect, though of course they’re neither. Axehounds aren’t at all bugs though

Ha, yes it definitely is. It ships everyone, I’m pretty sure. Yeah, it’s hard to tell the difference... @Ookla the Maybe-Existent, are you on fire?

Why did I latch onto this as being hilarious