So much red and gold… Rohanne Webber with her freckly, strawberry blonde twins, Tywald and Tion (you decide who is who :P). After reading The Sworn Sword, I absolutely fell in love with her! She’s cool.
Yeah, this has probably been done before, but the idea
happened and I had to share it.
I made a post about possible Beastclan languages a while
back, and in thinking about it today I realized that there is absolutely no way
that every dragon in every part of Sornieth speaks Draconic the same way. There
must be dialects or at least minor differences. Again, I am no master linguist, and I’ve made little effort
with pronunciation, but I’ve done what I can with what might be possible
regional quirks, divided by flight.
Light is easiest.
They’re concerned with truth and knowledge, so their variation of Draconic
would probably be closest to the worldwide standard. Most books are probably
published in Light dialect. Older Light clans may come across as pretentious,
as they often insist on “correct grammar” from others they encounter. Language
snobbery isn’t exactly uncommon, especially if they don’t like you.
Shadow is almost
identical to Light, owing to the physical nearness, except that Shadow slang
contains a whole ton of double-meanings to really common words and phrases that
means they can make truly fantastic (and awful) puns or speak in code and only
another Shadow dragon will really know the difference. Bonus points if slang
varies by region and a Forum dragon can say a joke that becomes an entirely
different joke to a Brambles dragon. Do not let a Shadow dragon talk unsupervised to an old-school Light dweller. Just. Don’t.
probably speak in metaphor a lot (typical oracle trait). They probably never
give a straight answer if they can help it, because nothing you say can change
destiny… Unless destiny changes itself. Also maybe pirate slang? Why not? They’re fond of nicknaming different currents, too (because oracles and kennings), so a novice navigator in the Sea of a Thousand Currents has a lot to learn. Many
clans that are either entirely or mostly underwater would also probably adopt
Maren as a second language, so phrases and pronunciations might creep in from
time to time.
Earth has barely
changed in millennia. It’s really hard for modern dragons to understand some of
the more isolated Earth clans, actually, which makes it less a dialect and more
a separate language. Earth Draconic is almost dragon-Latin or the equivalent of
Anglo-Saxon English; very rarely do new phrases get added. Kin-terminology is
super complicated. They don’t have the phrase “great-great-uncle,” they have a
distinct word for that. Yes, I know it’s a stereotype, but Earth dragons also
probably speak very slowly, and rarely. It’s like Entish. It takes a very long
time to say anything in the Earth dialect, so they never say anything unless it’s
worth taking a very long time to say. Kennings might also be common here.
Ice dialect is
formal, logical, and clear-spoken. No room for linguistic frippery here; this
is a realm of archivists and jailors, sometimes with very little distinction
between the two. They also are fond of jargon, but rarely explain it if asked.
Like Earth, they don’t speak often, unless it’s something worth saying.
Wind is a flight of travelers who ride the gales around the world,
so Wind dialect is probably more like a pidgin composed of words, phrases, and
pronunciations from all parts of Sornieth, from Draconic to Coatl to even a
variety of Beastclan (especially Harpy/Talonok). New concepts are added pretty
much daily by excited explorers. Among older clans, especially ones with
familiar migration patterns, this might even grow into a proper creole as
hatchlings naturally incorporate what their parents learned.
Fire is weird. On
one hand, Draconic is generally accepted everywhere and so they have to know
Draconic to get any trade done. On the other, coatls are native to Fire and
have their own language. Either a Fire-raised dragon is likely to be bilingual,
or the two languages have formed a creole. There are probably some concepts
that Draconic cannot express well, and same for coatl; a Fire dragon might
switch freely between the two to get an idea across without realizing it.
Vocabulary is often full of forge jargon and metalworking terms, sometimes
applied to non-forging activities or creatures in their slang.
usually shouted. Have any of you seen Stormcatcher’s twitter? No inside voice.
It’s short and to the point; a busy workshop leaves no room for metaphor, and
analogy is only useful when explaining an idea that a diagram can’t convey.
Absolutely loaded with jargon, too, though a Lightning dragon might be more
willing to explain than an Ice dragon.
Nature is the Lorax
and it speaks for the trees. No, really… there are probably dozens of words for
each and every variety of tree, shrub, and grass that are found nowhere else in
Sornieth because those plants are found nowhere else. Also full of plant-based
metaphor and nicknames/slang, though it’s not often they indulge in more poetic
discussion. Survival of the fittest does not mean the best speaker most of the
Plague strikes me
as the sort to adopt anything that can improve their survival, so a Plague
dragon’s vocabulary is probably a hodgepodge of other languages and dialects,
especially from bordering areas. If a word for something is shorter and more
efficient than its Draconic counterpart, it usually replaces the Draconic. They’re
also prone to laughing at strange moments.
Arcane is the
hardest to categorize, primarily because of the nature of Arcane dragons as
curious and ever-exploring, but they usually fit into two main types. The first
is the jargon-nut, who uses very complex terms for almost anything. You know
the sort: the absentminded professor who always uses scientific names. The
other sort speaks perfectly normal, plain Draconic, until that moment when they
use a turn of phrase that’s so totally bizarre that it takes a while to realize
what’s wrong and then kills all conversation as their partner just kind of
stares at them.
((Again..feels and such…not very long or with any real plot…))
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It had started out innocent enough. You were simply friends,
having been introduced through a mutual lover. You liked hanging out with him
and vice versa. You watched movies and went out to dinner together, and of
course he flirted with you and you never hesitated to flirt back. And then
suddenly the two of you were friends with benefits fucking every chance the two
of you got. Even then…it was rather innocent. Both of you were single and
consenting adults. It went on for about five years until you found yourself
getting into a very committed relationship with a coworker.
He was sweet, charming, and definitely attractive. The two
of you were together for near two and a half years, you were engaged and
planning kids, but then it all came crashing down…you walked in on him fucking
his ex in the bedroom of the apartment the two of you shared together.
Admittedly, you screamed and cursed…and who knows how much damage you did to
his and your things alike. You stormed from the apartment and an hour later
found yourself pulling up outside his
He met you at the front door with his tanned skin, his dark
hair, and his lips pulled back into a smirk. In his hand was a glass of wine he
must have been sipping. He never went anywhere without a bottle of wine in tow.
His dark eyes lost some of its amusement at the tear stains on your cheeks and
he knew enough, instantly, that he didn’t question it as you took the glass and
finished the red wine. He didn’t question it when you tossed the glass down,
grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into the house.
His hands grabbed your waist, his lips falling onto your
neck and sucking away on that spot
that he knew drove you absolutely crazy.
You led the way up the stairs to his master bedroom. You had
been in there hundreds of times over the years, and although you’d never admit
it out loud you had always had a feeling that you would end up there once more.
It was always him…always Oberyn Martell
that spoke to your body in a way no other man had ever been able to. There was
just something about his accented words, the warmth of his skin, the rough and
dominating but at the same time gentle talented hands and lips that made you
feel things you often forgot existed when you weren’t with him.
“That asshole cheated on you didn’t he?” Oberyn asked as he
stripped you naked
You hissed, “Don’t fucking talk about him right now,
Martell.” Making him chuckle against your belly, the sound and vibrations
sending waves of pleasure down to your core.
He nodded, not a single drop of amusement on his face as he
stood up to his full height and cupped your face, “You deserve everything he
couldn’t give you.” And then he was kissing you once more, his lips urgent and
everything he knew you needed.
He had always been everything you needed, and you were
everything he had ever wanted.
A Chat With KK Bracken and Tara Lynne of Saga Event Planning
How do two Lady Geek Extraordinaires find success in creating non-profit fan conventions in an industry overloaded with corporate, for-profit events? Luckily enough, the Queen Regent and Lord Paramount of Saga Event Planning discussed that very subject with us!
For a few years now, K-K Bracken and Tara Lynne have organized and hosted non-profit fan conventions and this year launched their business, Saga Event Planning. In 2013, Tara, along with her Small Council, hosted Ice and Fire Con(Formerly “A Convention of Ice and Fire”), the first A Song of Ice and Fire convention in the US.
Later joined by her partner K-K, the two celebrate the fifth anniversary of Song of Ice and Fire Con this April. The convention is the first of many by-fan, for-fan gatherings the two envision.
I think I'm just submitting random prompts to you but I really love your writing so "The Notebook" AU for Gendrya
confession time I’ve never actually seen The Notebook and the synopses I’m finding on the internet aren’t quite enough to write a proper AU so have some fluff about them watching The Notebook instead (one day I will actually watch the Notebook and then revisit this)
“You are!” Arya declares triumphantly, and he would swat her on the arm if she wasn’t snuggled so close to his side.
“I have something in my eye,” Gendry says stubbornly.
“Feelings,” she says in a sing-song voice, and they both know she won’t give it up any time soon.
“Fine. Maybe I am crying,” he grumbles, and Arya shifts under the blankets to press a soft kiss to his cheek. He’s a sap and they both know it (everyone cries at the end of Toy Story 3, okay?), and it’s the least she can do to be sappy as well.
“I just get it, okay?” Gendry says quietly.
Arya rests her head on his chest. “I know. Me too.”
It rings just a little too true for both of them; the fights and the separation and the entire world telling them that they can have anything but each other.
Arya’s drifting off the sleep already, and Gendry kisses her forehead.
If you’re a bird, I’m a bird. She’s not a bird, though. She’s a wolf, and they’re in love.
that which is lost i fear can’t ever be returned our love will not defrost and letters will not be unburned a violent dance of fire and ice that we could never pacify led us to sacrifice the paradise we misidentified and petrified I stand burned out and turned out you simply evaporated into thin air our spring before its time turned into winter
Too often, anymore, Snide found himself at pubs and bars, whiling away the evening while remembering- or perhaps reminiscing- times with the Rats. His little mischief had taken a heavy blow, and while he still helped from the shadows, he didn’t know if he could ever, at least without some sourness, rejoin.
He forgets about it for now, staring vacantly into his cocktail, before taking a lazy swig. Everything he did was lazy, now. He didn’t have to tear hell anymore, so he’d taken the opportunity to just relax.
Of course, relaxing was hard when you lived in a shitty apartment with a bully-dog the size of a horse.
Don’t forget! Tonight (5:00-5:30 pst / 8:00-8:30 est) on Twitter we’re celebrating our most beloved overlord @sararaasch ’s birthday!
She’ll be on Twitter chatting with you and answering your burning questions.
As well as fun from the marvelous FLN War Council!!!
But wait, there’s more!
Every ten minutes one lucky participant will win an arc of #FROSTLIKENIGHT !!!!
(^Use the above tag when participating^)
Yes, yes that 3 arcs of Frost Like Night for 3 lovely birthday party participants.
So join me and the rest of Sara’s Primorians and give her all the B-day love she deserves!
(Virtual cake appreciated 🎂)