Thaidakar the Ghostblood

.... I think I have a new goal in life. cuddling and reading a book sounds awesome.

Yeah, group dates are def the plan. Most likely won’t go on actual dates until much later.

Oh my gosh I was just thinking about that. (Hamilton is coming to town next year and I have plans now) I’m actually starting to get excited for dating. I’m not used to it and it’s starting to freak me out that I want to be social voluntarily when it’s not about books.

I mean like forsaking time spent with friends.

K none of the above this character is bald This character regrets not learning an instrument This characters legs seem too large in comparison to their torso.

A day may come when courage comes to me when I forsake my friends and ask someone on a date but it is not this day! An hour of words and propositions, when I surprise myself and go on a date But it is not this day! This day we read!!

Does anyone have a complete list of the plot blades? I need it for a random idea I had just now. Platypus succeeded. That was, in making his hand hurt. Somewhere in the multiverse, Balance was rolling on the ground in laughter. Thaidakar lifted the sword, more confused than ever, yet he didn't attempt to show it. He held the sword clumsily and even almost dropped it. "This is all a lot for me to take in," Thaidakar said. Okay, I have to say something here. I wrote this segment once before, but it was deleted. The first time I wrote this, it was far different. I thought it was really really really good. It was. Yet... this outmatches it. This scene is the one where I finally have realized who Darkness is and where I want to go with his story and the stories of my other characters in TLT. His hand flexed against the chair. It felt unnatural, somehow alien. It was like he had been separated from family for ages and only now, after so many years, had he been reunited with it. Darkness wasn't used to feeling this way. Above him colorful explosions rocked the palace, sending cascades of rainbow down to the murky crown city below. People raised glasses around him, laughing, crying, enjoying themselves. Fake. All fake. His lips bushed against the cool, crisp gold gilding on the cup. Mythos had always been extravagant. Not that he would know anymore. A powerful wind carried a scent over the balcony and its occupants, gunpowder. Oh how Darkness loved the scent of gunpowder. It was a guilty pleasure, really. No-one had discovered guns truly yet, but they had fireworks. And those were his only joy in these times. A fake, fallacious joy constructed by Balance to tempt him, yet a joy it was nonetheless. The people he used to know bustled around him. Their emotions were plastered on their faces and their actions. Mythos, Zara, Kar, Eof and all the rest. It all moved as if through molasses in his mind. The events of this mind were shards of memory trapped in his mind, embedded there for eternity. Nearby, a messenger put a hand on Mythos' shoulder. Darkness could feel the voices following him, the new eyes looking at him. Mythos walked to him and Darkness didn't say a word, yet closed his eyes. A hand landed on his shoulder and he said, "My friend, Brighton... your daughter is-" The fabrication gasped. The blade drew back into Darkness' energy after Darkness threw the illusion's corpse at the ground. Darkness ran to the balcony, hesitated and turned A firework burst behind him as his eyes met those of a stranger. "Balance is for the weak." He stepped back, falling over the balcony. He flipped through the air, feeling the air rustled through his overgrown hair and beard, splaying it around his head like a wreath of fire. The courtyard of the palace emerged below him, covered in decorative vines, flowers and detestable murals. The party here was wilder than the one above, and, so, no-one noticed the speeding approach of Darkness. Purple and black power, like a wave, exploded from Darkness, enrapturing around the air beneath him. The roc's wings flapped with a terrifying power, sending the people below into the air. Purple power illuminated the streets below as Darkness passed. In the distance, a small fire grew. Though he ignored it, the fire seemed to grow in his eyes as well. In mere moments, he arrived. Darkness leapt off of the roc, the creature melting to shadow. There was a shattering noise of dust as he landed a few feet from the blaze. The pyre constructed of cars, corpses and gasoline burned away Darkness' beard and hair in moments, yet his pale skin remained untouched. A pungent odor chased his ecstasy of memory six feet under. A woman's voice screamed. A tear fell. "Darkness-" "Silence." "This is-" "I said silence." Screams wavered in the wind as the flames licked the clouds. His alien hands tensed and untended as the fire grew and grew and grew. The rockets flew and blew up behind them. The corpses burned among the skeletal cars. Darkness slid to the ground. He'd been in the illusions for longer than he knew. Years, maybe decades. The tears finally came. Then Darkness wept for those in the fire, he wept for the ones he loved, he wept for the world in its destruction and for himself. He wept for the past and for the future. he wept for his goals, for his dreams, for salvation. He wept for TLT and those who had died since its creation. The fire had been sputtering in its death throes for several minutes when Darkness awoke from his thoughts. He stood and turned to Balance, "Tell me, you foul cockroach, child killer, what is the third trial?" "I thought you'd never ask." And so it was that Darkness, not saying a word, was led to the third test by Balance.

You forget where you are, my friend. *locks you in the dungeon and frees @WhyEverNot_8*

Thanks so much for helping me understand! side question, what would you say is the difference between asexual and aromantic, or are they interchangeable terms?

but why tho? Anakin's arc is really cool.

You basically already took wedding pictures. A not-boyfriend boyfriend is still a boyfriend!

Brandon has said that he will be adapting a book first.

a: you spout nonsense a lot, I spout nonsense a lot, it makes me happy when other people also like to spout nonsense. b: you give off the vibes of a good person in denial of their being good. I happen to associate with a lot of people like that and happen to think all of y'all are just dumb thinking that you're not a good person (hey, when I do it, it's called being smart. That's the rules.), but ya see the truth is that you are a good person and I'll prove it to you. You try to uplift others, even if it's subconsciously doing it. If you don't beleive me, go look at you SUs and the SUs you've replied to. Look at the reactions. Case in point. If you still don't believe me somehow, I have a crazy plan that would absolutely never happen, but is still fun to think about. I could gather together a team among the active sharders that live in this country to congregate at your house to sing a song about how awesome you are then give you a few cakes and pies as well as a nice thick book of poetry and a pile of hugs. OOOOH, it could be like a heist! And I could shapeshift into George Clooney and like show up at some bar and Panda will be there and I'll be like "I'll buy your drink" and then I have like the plan and I'm like "I need a team with a special set of skills" and all that shebang. And then Eddie will be the bartender and go "Hey, can I join in too? I can do not-nerd-related skills." And I'll go "Sounds good. We start tomorrow. Don't be late." Then Panda will totally be late because pumpkin pie and- (no, I still haven't watched Oceans Eleven, however... today is a Saturday.... hhmmmmmm... anyways.) DOESN'T THAT SOUND FUN???

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