BrigitteDunlap



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    Caleb felt like he was on fire.

    It was an odd sensation. His entire body felt as if it was ablaze, his skin burning as if flames licked at it, yet there was something underneath the heat that didn’t quite fit in. Cold. A frigid, icy cold that burned almost as much as the fire that he could call to his fingertips with such ease.

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    It was such a biting, neverending cold.

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  3. Public Bookmark 29

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    Making a home for the Locked Tomb theories I've written about elsewhere! Mostly focused on the Third and Sixth Houses

    Including:
    -The Nona-to-Corona Connection: how Nona's entire household might have been our queer-affirming foil to the Third
    -unhinged theory about the Hot Sauce Gang and their art (massive series spoilers)
    -Immaculate vibes: Close reading of the Third's first scene in GtN

    Just added: "I" name the time - Analysis of the Third's challenge to the Sixth

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    Fjord’s patronage catches up to him.

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    09 Jul 2025

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    A shared interest in the arcane and a few throwaway fucks was one thing, had mutual benefit, but the sort of secondhand suffering that curled around Essek’s ribcage and currently crippled his ability to speak was the symptom of something else entirely.

    Caleb tilted his head to the side, lifting his chin just enough to glance sideways at the drow. The low flame of the torch sconces dispersed just enough dull light through the room to play cruelly over ghost-pale skin and scabbed-over gashes like claw marks so deep that multicolor bruises radiated around them. Divine healing magic only did so much when there wasn’t enough to go around.

    During the Mighty Nein’s future in Rosohna, it takes one too many close calls for Essek to separate the political from the personal, and to realize just how personal his relationship with the party’s wizard had become.

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    26 Feb 2024