1 hour ago, SinisterDeath said:

 

Wait. How many years ago was this, and who/what account was this back then?

If you hosted the pictures on photobucket or something they're probably on your old photobucket - not DM.

Actually, I am pretty sure I made them for all the full ranked Warder's that wanted them at the time and gave them each the .gif so they could insert it in their sigs. So it's possible they are out there. They were the shifting cloak sigs back around 2007. I made more than a few for different people and gave them the image.
I can't even remember my old photobucket sign-in. Though I did find a picture that I'd put up from it in an old archived thread. Had the whole photobucket will delete across it but...  

And SD  🤍

2 hours ago, Elgee said:

 

I'm sure @SinisterDeath will LOVE you if you crash DM again! 🤣

That wasn't my fault! I didn't realize 20 people loading pages with those at the same time would overload the server. 😅

I am hoping someone has some of the ones I made for them way back when... Especially if someone still has one of those shifting Warder cloak sigs I made once.... ? 😁

Oooh! *feels her inner sparkly trolloc come out and pounces on all the chocolate* 

Hello! Could I have an L please?

Ooohh It has marshmallows😍

I really need to do a reread. And a SciFi movie weekend! That one is my favorite personally. That shot at the end of the twins in the throne room!  And Leto II's speech! He really got the intonation on that one. Even though the scene was just a bit different than I remember it! 

These are all so beautiful! I was looking for something to match but this came up ~ White Chocolate even! 

Wait you're drinking Taint? Like Shadow Mad Taint?  This would explain so much....

But well aged you say?🤔

I absolutely adore how Mother went from chocolate to Diamonds. 😍

All of the above being true, I would add that specifically a person would not be able to channel pure foodstuffs into existence, because they are made from living things. One of the very first things we ever see in the books is the horror of Lewis trying to use the OP to create life in the dead. And many time in the books we are told the OP cannot return the dead to life but can save those who are at the very edge.

Similarly, to truly create food you have to first create the plants they came from. Our food must be living for it grow to the point of ripeness for example. The books did mention Elaida making roses grow in winter for Elayne, but those were existing plants. 

I am of the opinion that we could make chocolate if we had the ingredients but we couldn't make the ingredients themselves. 🤎

1 hour ago, HeroAndros said:

Now Boopsy if you're planning on hosting the Aes Sedai then make sure they've been given plenty to drink.

*eyes Hero suspiciously and wonders where Lily's gone* And what would it be exactly you were offering me to drink? 

34 minutes ago, Erin D. said:

I love chocolate!

Oh, visitors! Welcome! 🤎 You're in luck! We have chocolate to offer! 💌

Hello Boopsy! I was thinking it might be time for a MoN siggy please! 😊

I guess it should say Delenn Sedai  and Mistress of Novices.

Mistress at Arms .. or Dragonmount's Snuggle MoNster would be other optional additions! 😄 

For a design I thought~ White splashed with the Ajah colours.  This image gave me the idea...  I know it's not great quality so its up to you if you use it or it is just inspiration. Hope that's  all still open ended enough!

Welcome CalebH! 

What you are describing is of course the ultimate, especially for an Aes Sedai. I love the poem, The Man Who Walks with the Healer ( author Manzaka Amanda) but it is not fully pg13, which we stick to here.  A part of me actually liked their relationship, or at least it's potential. I always wondered if she could get him to unbend. My issue starts with the fact that his sense of honour leads him to betray all he claims to love. Including her. Repeatedly. I was never able to trust him around her again. I would have much rather her choose Galad. Questioning where your Warder's loyalty lies, with you or elsewhere, would be more than most AS could bear, and more than an Amyrlin should ever have to think about. She needs to trust that bond more than anything and I don't think she ever could deep in her heart. 

Hmmm ok, after all who can resist a good romance? 

Rand & Min ~ She's good for him, keeps him from brooding or becoming too full of himself without taking away the core of who he is for the most part. If anything perhaps she encourages it to blossom. He's good for her because he keeps her safe from those who'd exploit her visions. Their relationship is mostly believable and has a depth that others in the series lack. 

Rand & Avi ~ It was interesting, I particularly liked how the dynamic of prophecy and them drawn by it but ultimately not loving it is explored. So many times an author goes with the old prophecied relationship and the great romance it ends up being. It seems like an act of courage to explore how that could go sideways. 

Rand & Elyane ~ The less said about that scene in the throne room the better. He didn't deserve it and she was not a Queen in that moment. 

Avi & Egwene/Elyane ~ Oh, didn't think I'd go there? This is... complicated. I think Avi is in love with both of them in a way that has left her a bit confused and with some sort of transference between the two. So very complicated but here is where Avi's heart really lies. 

Lan & Nyn ~ While I loved their story in the book, I must say she doesn't deserve him. But I do respect her "All for my Beloved/ rally the troops" attitude in the end. 

Siuan & Gareth ~ Oh so adorable as they get close. 

Perrin & Faile ~ Meh, I do like how she'd fight to protect him. 

Mat & Tuon ~ Just what? 

Best romance you don't see?  

Rhuarc, Amys, & Lian ~ Even though this only has brief glimpses, the stunning warmth and love that they feel for each other is clear and the way they handle him between them, and how he reacts, is charming. And the clear love that Amys and Lian have for each other is also mentioned at one point I think. It's unclear if it extends to the physical, (it didn't seem like it to me) but it is still there. It makes me want to be a fly on that wall. 

“Do you wrestle with dreams?
Do you contend with shadows?
Do you move in a kind of sleep?
Time has slipped away.
Your life is stolen.
You tarried with trifles,
Victim of your folly.”
― Frank Herbert, Dune

Could I have a T, please? 

16 hours ago, Wayward_fool said:

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*wipes sweat off* Well! That certainly went well. The thorns will drop off eventually. The purple stains... well, just hide them under your sleeves will do.

Purple stains?!?  I wear white all the time! 

*tries to move and is stuck down in some way* 

Boopsy, there isn't frog leg chicken noodle soup in this mess is there? 

Sis! Oh thank goodness! What is going on here? 

 What, what and fermented pardon? 

 Sounds delightful... I think... 

Glad to come visiting! 

Yes, welcome! And what Mother has said. Come visit the social boards and just relax, chat and have a bit of fun! It will be lovely to get to know you! ❄️

😄 Thank you, Lily! Your's is still shining too, I promise. 

Untitled Poem by Ben Bushill 

There are children playing on my altar,

knocking over the holy pictures

and eating the offerings to the ancestors.

Mice have nibbled the prayer beads

and monkeys stole the incense

to trade for fruit.

A herd of buffalo have left their footprints

on the pristine cloth,

and an old yew has dropped its bitter berries

in the wine chalice.

My ceremonial robes have sauce all down the front

and my prayers

are a battered and strange mixture

of gratitude and swearing,

the ramblings of a mad old man

drunk on love and grief.

How can it all be here at once!?

It was easier when the altar cloth was white and clear

the single candle bright and obvious,

when love was love

and suffering was suffering.

Now its all here

raucous screams of hungry gulls

the wonderful velvet brown of bullrushes

and silence deep as an autumn sea

where jellyfish glide like

falling leaves.

A heart that’s twisted and pulled and shaped

dough in the baker’s strong and unrelenting hands,

grief and faith and love and pain

making new colours that this poor soul

has never seen

even when the light is on the water

and a half moon sits in the depths of the textured heavens.

I threw away the rule book years ago

but sometimes I wish this heart

came with instructions

or at least a hint or two.

It turns out though that nobody knows the way

that we are all being and becoming

as life flowers through us

infinite creativity blossoming

over and over again

in a billion forms

new colours spilling from the palette

of the vast turning miracle of source,

a free running fountain of everyfeckinthing

that somehow we must stretch to love

and honour

on our messy altars

stained by tears

and the perfect pain of being.

I lay this pilgrim soul down

amid the crumbs and stains

of broken bread,

the wine has run down my chin

to frame my inevitably aching

heart in a spray of colour

and as I lie there in this divine, glorious mess,

chattering monkeys swinging from my beard,

my lips are moving

and if you draw close

you may hear the name of god

opening like a single, bright flower

in endless windblown field of grass.

I altered one word to fit this community's standard of language rules.

*makes it snow but has it vanish over everyones heads and ties off the weave*

And don't let it interact with the Boblets until it has had it's shots! 

Happy Birthday Heavy! Be blessed this year! ❄️🤍❄️

I am getting weirdly addicted to these games. 🤔

How about a P, please?