Zephrun’s Imperium

Kelsier. No contest.

Heather grumbled. "C'mon, Ember. This guy doesn't have anything to say. No wonder Star's disappointed. Some True Love he is. Let's go." The Destroyer didn't budge. "Ember, what's with you? I told you to come." "But, Heather, he is sad." Ember turned her big glass eyes towards her companion. "Leaving would not be very nice." "Oh, please. Mom told you to stick with me and I'm leaving. So let's go." There was a pause while Ember assessed her situation. "Yes," she decided. "Star did tell us to stay together. You may leave if you wish, but I will stay." Ember stood firmly. "Be quiet until he is better; I sense you make him anxious. He... he would like to be a good father to you. But he fears he has failed already." Ember's comments made Heather go silent. The Inquisitor paled and looked down at her feet. Reverently, Ember walked over to kneel beside Pheo's bed. She put her unarmored hand on his shoulder. "I do not understand why you are quite so sad. But perhaps I do not need to. Would you like a hug, Master Pheonix? They seem to have some sort of healing power."

SA is fine, I just have more of an emotional connection with Mistborn. I read it at a very hard time in my life and it has shaped who I am. And additionally... I don't like how long SA is. I'd rather just read the Era I trilogy over and over instead of frothing at the mouth for books a thousand pages long to be released. There's a reason I haven't even started RoW yet.

I agree strongly with the previous statement.

You mean Xino asks someone not to be invisible?

Hehe. Story of my life...

This line has the same energy as us making Butt Venture this super serious thing back in the glory days of CBST.

WAIT IS THIS A LOVE TRIANGLE-

"Yeah, no shi-" Heather caught herself. "No kidding. Mom's acting like being with you is a punishment." "Umm... I could share Pheonix's memories with you, Heather. If the Master is okay with that, that is." Ember paused. "I am sorry that your romance with Narrator Star is not going well."

"Oh..." Ember hung her head. I do not want just to babysit... But if that was what Star wanted her to do, then there wasn't anything she could do about it. She began to pick at her nails. Heather scoffed. "Okay, I'm done. What did she do? A couple days ago, you guys were all True Love's Kiss and cuddles, now she's scared of you and you're all depressed. What went down that I don't know about?" "Heather, perhaps you should not raise your voice..." "Yeah, and perhaps I should know what the hell is going on."

Nicolae hiccuped drunkenly. Maybe he shouldn't have drank the whole bottle... Oh, well. Wouldn't be the first time. He sighed, twirling a lock of his hair with his spindly fingers, casting his eyes about the room. Hadn't he been worried before? He couldn't remember why, for the life of him. Must not be important then. He chuckled to himself and got up to his feet, hiccuping again."'Ey!" Nicolae called to a young noblewoman. "Why we standin' around, huh? It's a ball, ain't it?" The lady - wary of and slightly disgusted by the drunk serving boy - scowled. "It's a lockdown, simpleton. If you weren't so drunk you'd know that. Go harass someone on your level." "On me level, miss?" Nicolae grinned. "I'd be guessin' that'd a-be rather hard; I've yet to meet someone taller than me, miss, and I'm not sure there's a woman on earth this height. You's small creatures, you is." Nicolae was met with a hissing scoff. The woman turned on her heels and stormed away. "Aww, now c'mon, miss, I ain't even asked ya to dance!" He moved to walk after her, but she chucked her fan at him. Whether it was her good aim, Nicolae's drunkeness, or just chance, it hit the poor servant right in the face. He rubbed his forehead. "I'll be takin' that as a no, I'd suppose..."

What?? I did this way before she did!

Riva stood in front of a window which she now used as a makeshift mirror. She had taken someone's water cup to wet the handkerchief she'd grabbed earlier and by now her skin was cleaned off. Unfortunately, the water had taken off some of her makeup - the skin of her neck and collarbone were not quite as youthful as she wished them to be - but she would rather have the ball-goers see some wrinkles than a pie-splattered Raveness. No, the real problem was her poor dress. She'd tried for a while now to get the berry juices out of the expensive fabric, but it was looking like the dress was stained for good. She growled; the gown was one of her favorites. Whoever had thrown that pie would rue the day they were born. Not the child though. Even if she was part of the resistance - as Riva expected she was - she would see to it that the child came to no harm. Children were, after all, innocent. She'd be locked up, sure, but youth didn't deserve to be hurt. Perhaps if she hadn't been hurt as a child, she wouldn't be as twisted as she was. She knew there was something different about her, something more than a little mangled. She was inhuman, as the rumors claimed, just not in the way they thought. She did not see the world the way others did, that much was obvious. But more than that, emotional understanding evaded her. It wasn't that she didn't understand it, she just... didn't feel the way others seemed to. Hurting others should not evoke pleasure. She should care more about the fact that many of them were sent to their deaths; pity them instead of just respecting or disdaining them based on their reactions to her. But she didn't. That was just how things were.

Here's some art I drew for my friend on her birthday. It's inspired by that one scene from WoR (I think) where Shallan draws Gaz the way that he could be, all cleaned up and noble. I drew Eliana the way I see her and I'm super proud of it.

Here's some Masuqerade fan art. I posted this on the thread a while back and forgot to post it here!

"I..." Maverick paused. "That's probably for the best. I'm sorry, miss." ------- Nicolae set down his empty champagne bottle and grabbed a napkin, folding it idly. Why does I even care what the lass thinks of me? I'd be a-guessin' 'cause she's lonely and innocent, the poor thing. He sighed. I'll never be nothin' more than the local tramp, and there ain't a thing in the world I can do to be fixin' that.

Mav shrugged. "I usually don't remember book titles. It's just kind of a mindless thing to do. That and gardening."

"Yeah." Maverick looked about, feeling uncomfortable. He had no idea what to say. And it wasn't just that - this lockdown was beginning to unnerve him and he was frightened that talking to the King's betrothed could land him in trouble somehow.

"Honestly, does anyone understand it?" Heather mumbled. She shifted uncomfortably, gaze towards the floor. There was silence for a moment and Ember picked at her nails. She no longer felt so bad about her lack of knowledge. "Is there anything I may do for you, Master Pheonix?"