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You’re in her dms, I’m in those cryptic, prophetic dreams she keeps having. We’re not the same

*slams door open, covered in blood* I finished wind and truth

i love you im glad you exist im so happy you’re alive

The old Alethi tradition of bringing your own chair to the meeting.

Dalinar:

So y’all know the classic edge trope of “my blade cannot be sheathed until it has tasted blood”? What if a magic sword that has that requirement, except it’s sort of inverted. A sword that, instead of being inhabited by an evil spirit which once awakened cannot be lulled back to sleep except by blood sacrifice, was inhabited by a benevolent spirit who would not allow the sword to be drawn unless bloodshed were the only possible solution. A sword whose power could never be misused because it would only allow itself to be used in situations where it was justified. What about a Paladin who spends their entire journey fighting with a sheathed sword, incapacitating but never killing or maiming. The party believes that the Paladin has taken an oath of no killing, until they face the big villain. And it is in that moment, and that moment alone, that the sword will allow itself to be drawn.

Idk, this image set my mindwheels a-turning.

But do y’all see the vision?

War Forever

In Vorin and Alethi culture, "hummus" would be a holy word

Ladies is it gay to hold hands and sing in such perfect harmony as to mix the divine powers of two disparate gods into something new and unprecedented