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I see your WTNV and raise you one Alice Isn't Dead Honestly though WTNV is probably my fave too, it's what got me into podcasts in the first place.

The Bartimaeus Sequence by Jonathon Stroud It was one of my favorite series growing up (alongside Tortall) and holds up really well rereading it as an adult.

I'm listening to The Bright Sessions and it's really good! They also have a psychological consultant to make sure all the therapy stuff in the show is accurate, which is nice.

I actually haven't heard of Moribito before somehow, but I just looked it up and it's definitely high up on my list now

Currently way too into MHA (I cannot wait for the next season, the internship arc animated is gonna be amazing and heartbreaking), but I have to recommend Yona of the Dawn. The story and worldbuilding are great, and the protagonist is one of my favorite anime characters ever. Her character development and growth throughout the series is something else. Just pretend her hair is actually crimson because for some reason the anime made it hot pink and it's not, there are very important story reasons for it being crimson. I might be a little bitter.

Tamora Pierce's Tortall series! It's hands down my favorite series ever. Realistic combat, realistic romance, good magic system, badass female protagonists who are so well written, guys, increasingly complex worldbuilding, a talking cat, a dragon called Kitten, and just. If you're looking for a good fantasy series, read it.

Name: Tsarra TallisAge: 22Occupation: Ranger (Military)Alignment: True Neutral Nationality: TerranBirthplace: Blairville Family: Mother - Alari Tallis Father - Cael Tallis (deceased) Brother - Rowan Tallis Height: 5'8" Build: Lithe; mostly lean muscle; especially muscular in armsHair: Dirty blonde, long, worn braided or tied backEye Color: GreenSkin: White, tanned. Scattered freckles on face and shoulders Weaponry: Hearthwood bow Quiver: Broadheads and Ercaniron arrows (military issue) Hunting knife, minor enchantments of sharpness and durability Several throwing knives Armor: Leather armor, minor enchantments of durability and water resistance Magic: Minimal training in enchantments. Can do small enchantments such as minor gear-improving ones (durability, sharpness) and water resistance (light to moderate rainfall slides off the enchanted material instead of soaking in; not strong enough to do much against heavy rain or submersion) Personality: Tsarra is practical and hardworking, though a bit awkward when dealing with other people. Fairly quiet; more of a listener than a talker. Usually cautious, but has a natural curiosity that overrides that at times. She gets restless easily, needs to be active or engaged in something. Prone to anxiety. She cares about people, despite having a hard time connecting with them, and if she comes across someone who needs help that she can provide, she will. History Tsarra grew up in Blairville, and spent much of her childhood and adolescence exploring and learning firsthand about the extensive plant and wildlife in and around the city, having inherited her parents' curious nature. Both her parents were researchers at heart - Alari, her mother, studies the flora of Terrenus (there's no shortage of plantlife to study in Blairville, though she did periodically go on research trips to less inhabited areas), whereas her father, Cael, focused his research on the arcane arts. They encouraged Tsarra to question the world around her, though usually sent her 8-years-older brother with her on her escapades to keep her out of trouble when she was younger. Rowan usually spent that time fiddling with magi-tech while his little sister roamed about, though he'd sometimes get her to stay still long enough to explain the ins-and-outs of his latest technological fascination. In 25 AO, at age 18, Tsarra enlisted and began her training to join the Ranger unit of the military. A year prior to that, in 24 AO, Rowan Tallis was injured in a magical attack and lost the use of his legs. The one responsible was never identified due to lack of evidence, and when the Safeguard Act went through, his and Tsarra's father spoke out in favor of it despite the fact that it went against his lifelong ideology - the thought that that system could have caught his son's attacker, or even prevented the attack from happening, drowned out the objections he would have had otherwise. Alari and Rowan tried to convince him to step back as tensions rose and violence between the two side became more common (Tsarra stayed quiet, though she was uneasy as well), but he remained stubborn. Early 28 AO, Cael got involved in a conflict between an anti-Safeguard group and other Safeguard supporters, and said conflict escalated to the point of lethal magic being used. Cael was hit by one such spell, and Tsarra came home on leave to bury her father.

He lets the smallest bit of tension leave him when the human lowered her weapons, satisfied that she was unlikely to attack at the moment. None of them remember anything. Why? Frustrated, he searches his mind again, struggling to draw something, anything, out of the infuriating blankness. Finally, he feels something crack and- A face flashes through his mind, brown and freckled and grinning and small. Hearty laughter washes over him, warm. Safe. The vision - memory? - fades, and the warmth with it as he comes back into the present. Panic grips him for a moment - where is she why is she not here why can't I remember her name - but he shakes it off quickly, shoving it aside for later and forcing himself to focus on the situation at hand. He looks to where one of the humans is pointing, then back at the approaching clouds. The smoke makes him anxious, but she has a point. They can't keep standing here, and the chance of shelter and potentially answers is worth the risk. He gives her an affirmative chirp and, after a moment, voices his concerns. "Be cautious. Smoke may mean others. Possible threats. But it's better than staying here, yes."

Posted! Sorry about the wait

His muscles tense further when the human draws another weapon and aims at him, ready to attack the moment it becomes necessary. The question of who he is gives him pause, however, and he belatedly realizes something. He doesn't know. This fact sets him further on edge - how can he not know who he is? He'd been too occupied with the screaming and the threat to notice at first, but he remembers nothing. When the other human speaks up, he turns slightly to stare at her directly. So he's not the only in this state? Is the aggressive human the same, or is she somehow responsible? His eyes flit between the two now, uncertain. The plea for them to calm down doesn't lessen his tenseness - nothing will, not when everything is unfamiliar and unknown and a possible threat - but the growl in his chest dies out, and he nods almost imperceptibly to the seemingly not-threat human. "Do not know, either," he says hesitantly, his voice deep, echoing, and harsh. Turning to the armed one, he continues. "Do you?"

I'm sorry again for the wait guys! I've been trying to write the thing but writer's block and sleep deprivation make an ugly combo 😴 I'm gonna head to bed and try again in the morning, but if I still haven't posted by the end of the day y'all can feel free to move ahead without me; I don't want to hold things up too long

Consciousness returns to him slowly, the faint, metallic scent of blood being the first thing his brain registers. He realizes the smell is also a taste at the same moment a high-pitched scream fills the air, jerking him roughly into awareness. Talons dig into the mud as he pushes himself up into a crouch, warily eyeing his surroundings - and his company. He looks between the two... strange ones, featherless and fur-less and small. Humans, his still-muddled mind supplies, though it gives no further information. They are out of striking range - good - and do not seem to have noticed him yet - also good, but unlikely to last long. While one seems terrified, easy enough to read despite the lack of a tail and other essential features, the other's stance and brandished weapon signal threat. The threat isn't directed at him now, but that could change. He rises to his full height, the hood of his cloak down and showing his features. A low growl starts in his throat and he bares his teeth at the knife-wielding human, careful not to let the other out of his sight.

I'm still in! I'm really sorry about the wait, college has been a mess this week. I'll post tomorrow for sure, it's just. Why do professors all schedule their tests for the same week I stg

Absolutely!!! I might be a bit slow cause I have 2 tests and a bone quiz coming up next week, but I am excited and on board 😀

Barista! I'm gonna get working on a char soon 😊 Tbh I have a bit of a lot of an excessive love for tea so this sounds GREAT