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miraakulous-cloud-district · 1 year

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PREPARE YOURSELF, HERE THEY COME: 👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

All these for the loveliest bard of our hearts, Ravonna!!! <3 <3 <3

Thank you so much for these! I love this ask game so much!

👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

Not really. She generally resorts to violence only in self-defense or if someone pissed her off really bad. She loves to talk shit and destroy someone with words, in true bard fashion, be petty or write a song/poem about someone who really angered her and spread the art throughout all of Tamriel so that everyone knows that person is a jackass!

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

As a nord, she does prefer colder drinks. She doesn’t mind hot tea or coffee, but nothing compares to the beautiful simplicity of nord mead, and its effects upon her! Sujamma also always comforts her, reminding her of simpler times at the inn that she grew up in, back in Morrowind.

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

The very first think I decided about her was that I was finally going to make a mage character after modding Skyrim thoroughly so that the magic system would be cooler. I made her and played around with the racemenu until I got exactly what I wanted, which was a sarcastic black-haired, green-eyed nord! It was also the first time playing Skyrim as a nord, and it felt so right to make her my canon Skyrim oc, which was going to end up with Miraak anyway, because I could never kill him! I got the Lucien and Inigo mods and was absolutely obsessed with Rumarin at the time! It was also at this time that I made my tumblr account to consume even more TES media :)). I was reblogging lots of stuff and then someone tagged me to make a picrew of her, and I did! And when I tried to describe her my hand slipped and made an entire backstory for her! After that I got tagged in another tag game, I believe it was a wip Wednesday sort of thing, but the problem was that I had no wip! So I opened a word document and started typing, and I couldn’t stop! I was listening to this song and I kept imagining stuff and banter with the fellowship and them singing the song! I love sea shanties and decided to project this love of mine onto her, so then I made her a bard! And I thought that she has to be funny and jolly and not very serious! And so the very beginning of my fic came to be! With them singing, drunk in a dinghy searching for treasure, at the dawn of a new day, because it marked the dawn of this wonderful adventure I’m having right now, writing and sharing it with you all and meeting other wonderful, wonderful people in the TES community! This is already a huge block of text, so I should stop, but I’m very emotional and nostalgic about this question because I love my Ravonna and everyone in this fic dearly! So the bottom line is... tag people in stuff, make your own tag games, you never know what kind of spark you might start in someone!

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

They’re okay I guess… from afar, and when they already grow up and aren’t children anymore… yeah maybe she doesn’t like kids that much. She grew up in a tavern, surrounded by adults, and only left for the guild of mages in Vivec when she was a young adult herself. It’s not that she hates kids or anything, she’s just not that kind of person. She definitely doesn’t want kids of her own. A mother is the last thing she sees herself as.

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

OOOH BOY, I LOVE THIS QUESTION! In a modern AU? She would definitely be a metalhead. In the world of Skyrim? She has a whole notebook that is split in two: one half with favourite collected songs. I see Tamriel bards sharing songs with each other so that more people get to hear their compositions, so long as you give proper credit. But if you don’t give credit, you’re considered dishonorable, and you’re not worthy of the ‘bard’ title. She hates people who don’t give credit with a passion and is sure to rat them out every time. The other half is with her own songs, written and composed by her! She’s definitely that person who would stop in a fight and scribble something in there if that’s when inspiration strikes! It’s not easy being a bard and saving the world…

Her favourite artist, or bard is, of course, Hjaldir. She grew up with that man. She fell asleep to the sound of his singing voice, she learnt to play so many instruments from him, she listened to so many amazing and captivating tales from his pirate days, they sang together so much! She looks up to him and wishes to be as successful of a bard as he is! Being an ex-pirate, he is very well known throughout the whole continent. His shanties are sung in countless inns! And people know of his tales and shenanigans. Something tells me that she will be just like that by the end of the fic, even more than that 😉

I’ve associated my girl with lots of different songs! From 'This Wandering Day', to 'The Wizard', but lately this song (I also imagine her voice sounding something like this) has stood out, because I’m thinking of incorporating this song in my fic, as if she wrote it! The lyrics make lots of sense with what I want to do in the story, but essentially, she had a bit of a warning, or a spoiler, if you will, about the whole ‘Dovahkiin’ prophecy when she was little and had a weird dream. Akatosh works in mysterious ways, but you’ll see what I’m talking about when we’ll be several chapters deep in this fic!

And since I’ve already rambled so much, what’s a little more? Especially when talking about music. I associate ‘Follow You’ with the whole fellowship, as they would follow her through hell and back, no matter what. I also see ‘So What’ as a Ravonna song! She is a rockstar.

Thank you so much for the ask, and sorry for the HUGE block of text that turned out to be my answer! I'm always extremely grateful for these, and you have no idea just how helpful these are about the whole writing thing!

#ask #skyrim oc #oc: ravonna #wygtya stuff #ldb oc

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jaskierswolf · 3 years

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Fuck Indeed - Pt. 3/4

OnlyFans - Geraskier AU

Previous - AO3

CW (for whole story- Although this chapter is smutless!): 18+ only, anal sex, masturbation, exhibition kink, sex work, rimming, sex toys, talks of blow jobs, Geralt bottoms but it’s mentioned they switch, biting (but no blood), Jaskier wearing lingerie and makeup.

It was three months into Jaskier’s new job online and it was going well! He’d gained more subscribers than he’d ever thought was possible, and quickly too. He was proud of himself, if one was allowed to be proud about wanking in front of a camera, although he couldn’t help the niggle of doubt in the back of his mind. That annoying little voice that told him he wasn’t allowed to have that many subscribers and that he was a fraud. One day he’d wake up and they’d all be gone, but every morning he woke up and there were just…. more?

It was utter nonsense, but he was having the best time!

The White Wolf was still a favourite of his, and his videos were just getting better and better, which just wasn’t fair. Jaskier’s heart just couldn’t take it, and his dick wasn’t doing much better. Wolf was often the, umm, inspiration for Jaskier’s videos, which was blurring some lines that really shouldn’t be blurred.

Jaskier thought back to Wolf’s bottoming video. At one point it had sounded like he almost said “Dandelion” before the word was muffled by his hand. Jaskier must have watched that video a hundred times, before he’d told himself he was being silly. Yes, Wolf was also subscribed to his channel but they’d never spoken. Jaskier had thought about DMing him a couple of times, perhaps if they were local then they could film a video together.

It was nothing but a pipe dream, and it would never happen.

And anyway, tonight wasn’t about that. He had a gig! Like an actual, using a guitar not a dildo, gig. It wasn’t much, he wouldn’t even be getting paid. Ok so it was less of a gig, and more of an open mic night… but he was excited! It would be good to play again, to have an audience he could actually see.

He stepped into the bar, stinking of sweat and booze as they so often did, and he grinned. He loved bars, they were grimy in the best way! The atmosphere was just brilliant. You couldn’t get it anywhere else, and these were real people with real stories to tell. It was what kept him coming back. Honestly, the songs he’d written just from listening to people in these godforsaken places. It was a gold mine.

Last week, for example, he’d met a rather terrifying, gorgeous woman. She’d had violet eyes and smelled like lilac and gooseberries, with long raven black hair that fell down her back. She looked like something out of a fantasy game, Skyrim or the likes, so naturally Jaskier had strolled right up to her to get the details. She’d been utterly fascinating, a biting wit to match his own and he’d practically run home to write a song about her, well… after he’d been told that there was absolutely no chance in hell that they would sleep together, but one couldn’t blame him for trying.

He grinned, perhaps she would be here again tonight. He enjoyed a good flirt and she’d been fun to hang out with after his performance. She’d also had excellent taste in wine.

“Jaskier,” a silky smooth voice called and he spun round, gripping the straps of his guitar case.

“Yennefer,” he greeted “I wasn’t expecting to see you here again.”

Yennefer snorted. “I’m not here for you, buttercup. My friend, however…” she nodded to a booth to Jaskier’s left.

He frowned and followed his gaze. His jaw dropped when he saw the shock of silver hair. “Holy shit,” he whispered.

But it couldn’t possibly be him. No. No, no, no. Jaskier was just a little infatuated, seeing him in places where he simply wasn’t. He was sure lots of people had long silver hair and were built like fucking gods.

“Problem?” Yennefer asked, smirking at him, and fuck it was like she could read his fucking mind.

“Oh ho, no… no problem. There’s no problem. I just… I thought I recognised him, but I’m mistaken,” Jaskier rambled, tapping out fingerings on his guitar strap to try and calm himself down.

Shit.

Did he have a Pavlovian response to silver hair now?

No. It was more than that, it was in the way he was built, the line of his jaw. “What’s his name?” Jaskier asked, aiming for nonchalance but failing miserably.

“Ask him yourself,” Yennefer said with a laugh and then went off to the bar, leaving Jaskier alone in the middle of the room with just his guitar for company.

He sighed and scratched the back of his head. “Come on, Jask,” he muttered. “It’s not him, get over it.”

He nodded, bouncing on the balls of his feet a couple of times before heading over to the stage instead. He was being a coward, but he needed a drink first and his performance was scheduled soon. If he played well, he’d get a drink on the house and he really could do with that right now, although his wallet wasn’t quite as empty as it once was.

He channeled his nerves into his performance, using that energy to pour his soul into every note. The audience were entranced, he could feel it, pride bubbling up in his chest, he was able to open his eyes and bask in the attention, letting the music flow from him like a river into the sea. His gaze drifted over to the booth where Yennefer’s friend had been sitting but it was empty.

His voice wavered slightly as he bit back the disappointment.

Fuck, another missed opportunity. He tore his gaze away and smiled at his audience, winking at a pretty blonde by the bar, and then smirking at Yennefer. She had her arms around a gorgeous brunette, almost a tall as he was, wearing red flannel and black jeans.

And then he saw him.

Standing right at the corner of the stage.

It was Wolf, it had to be. Jaskier knew those lips. He knew that jaw. He knew the soft wave of his hair. He almost dropped his guitar and he forgot to sing for a couple of beats but he was a professional, sort of, and managed to pick it up to finish the last few lines of the song. He quickly thanked the crowd, dropping his head in a barely visible bow and then he jumped off the stage. He grabbed Wolf’s arm and started to pull him back to the more isolated booth at the back of the bar.

“Get off!” Wolf growled in that low sexy voice that had Jaskier’s heart thumping in his chest.

“The booth is more private, Wolf,” Jaskier snapped back. “Or do you want the whole bar to know?”

That shut him up.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Hmm.”

Jaskier rolled his eyes. He should have known that Wolf was a man of very little words, he barely spoke to the camera when he was being paid to perform, why would he bother free of charge. “Eloquent as always, darling.”

Wolf stiffened at that word, skidding to a halt. Jaskier turned around, both hands on his hips. “Wolf, please, let us have a little privacy.”

“Right, yes,” he mumbled, and was he blushing?

Jaskier smirked and then licked his lips, he supposed he did use that particular term of endearment in his videos quite a lot… and Wolf did watch his videos. Jaskier filed that information away for later, perhaps his dream of a collaboration could actually become a reality. He willed that glow of hope to go away. He didn’t want to set himself up for disappointment, but fuck… Wolf was even prettier in real life.

Were his eyes honestly that golden, or was it just a trick of the light?

Jaskier could write sonnets about those eyes, like honey, like molten gold, gorgeous amber eyes…

Oh fuck… perhaps it was a little more than an infatuation. He had always fallen in love a little quickly, but this was really taking the biscuit. Wolf grunted as he fell into his seat. Jaskier slid in opposite him, planting his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his hands.

“You watch my videos,” he purred, his eyes dropping to Wolf’s lips.

“It’s research,” Wolf growled.

Jaskier laughed, “Oh really?”

“Yes.”

“So that’s why you were watching my performance so intently?” Jaskier asked, tilting his head.

“You have more subscribers than I do,” Wolf leant in, in a way that was probably supposed to be threatening but Jaskier… well… he was getting hard already. It probably didn’t help that he’d seen this man cum in so many ways already. “Do you know how frustrating that is? I’ve been doing this for longer than you, and then you just swan in looking all pretty.”

Jaskier frowned. Wolf seemed angry at him? Of all the things he’d imagined… this hadn’t been one of them. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and sat back at little. “Well I’d have one less if you unsubscribed,” he muttered, the words sounding bitter on his tongue. “Fuck you, Wolf.”

“Geralt.”

“What?”

“My name. Is Geralt,” Geralt growled. “Not Wolf.”

Jaskier raised an eyebrow. “You do know I watch your videos?” Geralt nodded. “And you don’t even show us your quite frankly gorgeous face?”

“So?”

“Is Geralt your real name?” Jaskier said, biting his lip, not sure whether he was flirting or just anxious. It was probably both.

“Fuck.”

“I’m Jaskier,” Jaskier said softly, a peace offering of sorts “A name for a name?”

“Jaskier?” Geralt snorted.

“Oh fine!” Jaskier through his hands up. “You got me, it’s Julian, but no one calls me that. So Jaskier is my name, Dandelion is my stage name.”

“Hmm.”

Jaskier pouted and leant back forward onto the table, catching a lock of Geralt’s hair in his fingers. “I recognised your hair first, it’s really quite unique.”

“Don’t touch me,” Geralt grumbled but didn’t move away, face still flushed.

“Are you really mad that I have more subscribers?” Jaskier asked, licking his lips as he dropped his hand away from Geralt’s hair. “Perhaps I could help?”

Geralt narrowed his eyes at him. “How?”

“Well, individually we are good, right?” Geralt nodded. “So together… we could be unstoppable.”

He watched Geralt’s face carefully as he processed Jaskier’s suggestion. At one point Geralt seemed like he was about to decline, and Jaskier steeled himself, ready for rejection, but it never came. “Alright.”

Jaskier sat back, surprised by his success. “Wait, what? Really?”

“It’s a good idea.”

“Well, yeah, it’s a fantastic idea! but I didn’t think you’d agree. Honestly, I was just hoping for a quickie in the bathroom at the very least,” Jaskier admitted, running a hand through his hair.

“I don’t like losing.”  “Right, yes well… Do you want my number? Easier to umm.. well. You know, organise this…” he gestured between them.

Holy mother of fuck, they were actually doing this. Jaskier was actually doing this… and Geralt, his Wolf, had agreed. Now Jaskier just had to keep his pesky feelings in check and everything would be Dandy!

Fuck.

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#the witcher #geraskier #geraskier smut #the witcher fanfiction #onlyfans au #wolfie's witcher writing

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foulserpent · 4 years

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your Skyrim romance mod showcase and analysis keeping me company as I do my university project and got me wondering. if you were to rewrite/redesign the suitors what would be your take? and would Alec Theprinceofsong be a slam poet

ok this is really hard bc romance mod type things are NOT my thing but here goes:

actually its going under the cut bc this got SUPER long

casavir is a vigilant of stendarr heavily devoted to his duty and a little goofy about it, like a little too self-serious. you help him out with some missions and hes a little interested in you but very very awkward at flirting. it turns out he hasnt had a relationship in a long time and is repenting for a past where he was callous and self-centered and hurt some people, and feels undeserving of love. he has some religious sexual guilt but no actual vows of chastity or w/e, its more just “feels the need to atone and not be self-pleasing”. hes a little “knightly” and arrogant, but not patronizing to you. hes a real do-gooder type and will stand up against injustice wherever he sees it, getting him into trouble sometimes.

neeshka is a romance option in this. shes a thief who has fallen on hard times, and will approach you and bishop to trick and rob you. shes successful and you track her down, but you have the option to talk to her and she will explain herself to you, and wind up offering to help you out. shes a little flirty, but nothing over the top. it becomes evident that shes had to rely on only herself for most of her life and has a difficult time being vulnerable, but will eventually open up to you. she asks you to join her in visiting the site of her childhood home so she can have someone with her to talk about the memories there, which are painful and bittersweet and something she’s been running away from. you have an option to gently hold her hand in this moment.

alec prince of song is kind of an eccentric bard who is struggling to find success in skyrim due to his musical stylings being something that can be described only as slam poetry and interpretive dance. hes a hopeless romantic artist type who might be a little annoying. but in an absolutely bizarre turn of events, it seems that he has some loose grasp of the voice or possibly a form of TONAL ARCHITECTURE and can perform some tonal magic by his “singing”. basically hes incredibly pretentious but also really powerful without really being aware of it

darren is gay so hes only actually a romance option if youre playing as a man, but is extremely forward and no-filter towards everyone. kind of self-centered, but in a pretty friendly way? like he thinks hes amazing but is also super impressed with whatever you do. hes a mage in training and offers to help you on your quest, and it turns out hes not super great at most aspects of mage-ness (though he certainly thinks otherwise) and kind of just wanted someone to hang out with because hes a little lonely.

jack has like almost nothing to him in the game so im having a hard time with this one. i think he wouldnt be a real romance option but might be a fun one-off quest where you find him stranded IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WILDERNESS NOWHERE NEAR ANY WATER, hungover and having no idea where his ship is. you have to retrace his steps to help him get back and its sort of like the quest “a night to remember”. maybe just for fun it turns out hes not even human (which he forgot about due to being drunk) and is a dremora shiphand for the one and only velekh sain, but hes pretty friendly about it and you get to meet a whole ship full of dremora pirates.

cael also really does not have much of anything in the mod (not even a quest) and is also the least horrible character so idk what id do with him?like there isnt much to say here about the character himself bc theres the least amount of horrible shit.

bishop is rewritten from the ground up. hes an asshole and pretty mean, just not in the specifically misogynist abuser way. you only travel with him by hiring him as a mercenary. he starts to chill out and open up to you a little as you go, and eventually reveals the thing about how something claiming to be mara appeared to his mother, who sold his soul to it.

eventually he apologizes for being so nasty to you. hes still a bit of a jackass because thats who he is, but he makes the effort to be better because hes starting to care about you and enjoy your time together, and its making him want to be a better person. he sees himself in neeskha a little bit, being also someone whos been self reliant and chewed up and spat out by the world and turned hard and cold as a result, and meeting her is a point where he starts to come to Understandings about himself.

at no point are you made to feel obligated to be nice to him or to heal him, and when you say things that are confrontational to him he wont always “win” that conversation. he will be a little flirty at times, but just slightly, and your character will be the one to initiate relationship progress should you choose to do so.

the romance mod has a “main quest” of finding out what happened with his soul and etc (maybe to make it have relevancy, theres a background of events of this type happening a lot lately and people hallucinating the aedra and being asked to pledge to them), which you meet the other characters as a part of if you dont meet them on your own. bishop is not the only romance option you can end up with, and will end up as a friend regardless of that choice

#saint-nevermore #oh i forgot the redesign thing. with that just have them not all be white blonde people with smooth poreless faces and boyband hair #also also this is exclusively based on the mod and not the neverwinter nights 2 characters this mod plageurized from

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thana-topsy · 5 years

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#1 for Fluff Prompts 2019, your choice of ship “Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

Since this particular prompt was a little off for the Skyrim universe, I took the opportunity to play around in this Modern AU that @mimosasupernova, @raunchyandpaunchy, @spine-y, and myself have been working on with all of our various OCs. They’re all disaster queers just trying to live their best post-college life. (Nadine is Paunchy’s and Rhiannon is Mim’s).

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The apartment was flooded with the smells of Nadine’s cooking when Aerik got home from work. He dropped his satchel near the coat rack and kicked off his shoes, sauntering into the kitchen. His eyes fluttered closed as he inhaled deeply.

“Nadine!” he proclaimed loudly, causing her to jump slightly. “You’re not a mortal from this plane!”

“Aerik! I barely heard you come in.”

“You’re a goddess,” he continued. “Transcendent! An alchemist of citrus and salts, oils and brines!”

Nadine laughed breathily, planting a hand on her hip. “I intended to share. You don’t have to flatter me.”

“I’m not flattering you!” Aerik countered, sliding across the kitchen and planting a kiss on her cheek. “I’m just telling the truth.” He grinned.

“Nice shirt,” she pointed out, motioning with her spatula to the black button-up that Aerik wore over his worn, Scissor Sisters t-shirt. “Where’d it come from.”

Aerik did a dramatic spin. “It’s Teldryn’s…”

“Ahh.” She turned back to the stove. “Wearing each other’s clothes already?”

“Well…”

“You didn’t steal it did you?”

“Of course not!” Aerik looked scandalized. “He just… left it. Intentionally, I think.”

“Sure, sure…” Nadine laughed, returning her attention to the stove, tossing the contents of the pan with finesse.

Aerik balled the ends of the shirt into his hands, bringing it up to his nose and sniffing loudly. He exhaled with an excessive amount of drama.

“It still smells like him.”

“Hullo Aerik,” Rhiannon said as she rounded the corner into the kitchen, phone in hand and mid text. “Nice shirt.”

“It’s Teldryn’s,” Nadine supplied in a sing-song voice.

“Damn right,” Aerik grinned.

“Wasn’t that supposed to be a one-night stand?” Rhiannon asked, brow creased as she looked up from her phone. “Isn’t he a bit… old for you?”

“Rhi…” Aerik sighed, rubbing his hands across his eyes. “Are you talking to my fucking dad?”

“I don’t see what that has to do with anything, I’m just asking as your… hey!” She yelped as Aerik strode over to grab the phone out of her hand, beginning to type.

“Dear Nilandur, don’t throw stones from glass houses. Love - your son.” He pressed send aggressively, handing the phone back to a miffed Rhiannon who swiped it from him with a huff.

“He’s just concerned.”

“Yeah, well if he wasn’t so secretive about his new relationship maybe I’d be more open about mine.”

“So it’s a relationship then?” Nadine asked, turning around again with a goofy smile. Aerik suddenly felt self-conscious, tugging at the sleeve of Teldryn’s shirt. It was just slightly too tight on him.

“I mean, I’d like it to be. But he’s just so…” He waved his hands in the air. “He’s just so cool. I don’t know how to keep him interested.”

“Just be yourself!” Nadine offered unhelpfully.

“Thanks,” Aerik all but growled, stalking out of the kitchen and towards his room. He didn’t bother shutting the door behind him, choosing instead to collapse heavily onto his bed with a sigh. He stilled for a moment before rolling onto his back, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

[how’s it going?]

He sent the text before he was able to think about it too hard. He stared at his screen for a full minute before adding:

[you left your shirt… i may or may not have worn it today]

He waited another beat.

[it smells like you]

Aerik threw his phone against his pillow, burying his face in the crook of his arm, half laughing, half groaning at how pathetic he felt. He’d only been seeing Teldryn for a few weeks, but the damn Dunmer was all he could think about. He’d been in love before, sure. He was twenty-five. But he’d never felt this smitten before. It was a helpless kind of feeling, one that left him breathless and anxious, constantly wondering if he was doing or saying the right thing. His phone buzzed next to him and he scrambled to pick it up.

[I was wondering where that shirt went.]

Aerik was grinning so hard his cheeks were beginning to hurt.

[you can come get it back but youll have to stay for dinner]

There was a long pause during which Aerik scrolled nervously through social media and regretted every decision he’d ever made in life leading up to this point. Finally, Teldryn’s response dropped down from the top of the screen.

[Sure. When’s best?]

Aerik bit his lip, trying not to read too much into the flat tone.

[friday night? 530?]

Teldryn’s response was a bit faster.

[Sounds good. x]

“Oh gods, guys, he put a little ‘x’ at the end of his text!” Aerik yelled. He heard Nadine’s distant laugh from the kitchen. Sighing, he slid off his bed and onto the floor, trying and failing to contain the rampant butterflies in his stomach.

[see you then!]

#topsy writes #fluff prompt #aerik havardr oc #teldryn sero

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bitchwhoreofastorm · 5 years

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the nord tongues are called to war

And Nerevar intended to stay with Dumac all night, that first night of the War with the Nords, that first night after he looked Hoag Mer-Killer in the eye and demanded his people’s freedom. He intended to leap into the chaos of it all; he wanted blood and glory, and the thrill of meticulous plans. But just after midnight Almalexia came and took his hand and took him away.

The answers she gave him were vague, when he asked what she was doing, only telling him that there was something he ought to see for himself. He pressed for answers but received none, yet was unwilling to fight her. So they ended up on the stronghold roof.

The moons were high in the sky, which was clear and pristine, and the night was cold.

The council with the Nord chieftains and its declaration had been not far to the north. The official challenge, such a thing of honour not even Hoaga would have dared to break it with bloodshed; in the end the wary companies had met at a point between Ebonheart and Mournhold, beneath two wrestling stone colossi called, fittingly, the Brothers of Strife. After the charade– Nerevar demanding the departure of the Nords, and Hoaga’s predictable refusal, and the declaration of war– the Chimer had departed south. And they had reached the fort at Serk after sunset, and Nerevar had been persuaded to let them stay the night.

That he had to be persuaded was a sore betrayal of his impatience. Nerevar was restless, and keen for war, and anxious, and the last place he wanted to be at midnight was standing on a wall and holding his wife-to-be’s hand.

Almalexia’s attention was not on him at all, either; her eyes were turned north, and she wore a frown.

“It should be starting, soon,” she told him. “It happens near midnight, or so I’ve been told. I’ve only ever heard it once.”

“And what is it,” asked Nerevar, “That’s so important for me to see?”

“To hear,” said Almalexia. “And it’s important that you hear it, and that you understand what you’ve brought upon yourself. You’re going to hear the Nords be called to war.”

The solemnity of her expression, her eyes now turned on him, caused Nerevar to bite back his words. So they stood, hand in hand, in silence, in the cold night air, watching the north.

“Any moment,” Almalexia murmured after a while, “At any moment…”

A harsh crack rolled through the air towards them. At first Nerevar thought a volcano had erupted; the sound was a prolonged rumble, like thunder but lasting far too long for thunder, slow to creep over the landscape as it was. He heard Almalexia gasp, and then that gasp was lost as the sound came crawling over them, shaking his bones. And he realised that the sound was words, two words:

“EVGIR UNSLAAD.”

It trailed off, crawling past them, and their stronghold was silent once more. “Season unending,” Almalexia murmured. “The Nordic term for war.”

Another deep crack came, oozing once more over the landscape as if thunder were thick as honey. This time Nerevar was able to instantly recognise the words in the cursed voice: “HOAGA THU'UM.”

“Hoaga shouts,” Almalexia translated for him. “And now he waits for an answer.”

Nerevar squeezed her hand. “Tell me about him, my Queen.”

“They call him Hoaga Mer-Killer. He rules them, though he’s not the strongest. Mer-killer– he loves death, worships it. Necromancer. Do not think he hates our kind, Nerevar. He seeks only a reason to shed blood and make corpses, any reason. Even his banner is a skull. And his thu'um… his thu'um is necromancy, he animates the dead. I’ve seen it– it’s grotesque, and so is he.”

“And he is their King.”

“Yes, though as I said, he’s not their strongest. He has more tolerance for the politics of Skyrim than most and by that alone he rules them. He believes…”

A voice roared from the north. Unlike Hoaga’s, this could be mistaken for nothing but a voice: smooth, rich, as loud as if it’d been spoken in the ears, it swelled over the land like a wave. And the words were heavy and distinct: “CHEMUA BO.”

Nerevar felt Almalexia’s hand spasm, but she laughed, softly. “Chemua comes. Yes, of course he would answer first. If he were capable of love, he loves Hoaga.” Her eyes went to Nerevar’s face. “So the cruellest of the Tongues has joined the cause against you.”

“Against us. Crueler than Mer-Killer? That doesn’t bode well–”

A voice from the west, loud and slightly musical, even festive, seeming to spring over the ashy landscape like a young bard after too much drink. “BHAG AHRK BHAG ALOK.”

“Bhag and Bhag arise,” Almalexia frowned.

“Is that bad?” asked Nerevar.

“No, but it is strange. I know little of him, other than that he doesn’t care for politics or ruling. He doesn’t even attend Kragenmoor, which is his seat. I wonder why he…”

Nerevar squeezed her hand. “What of Chemua? You seem worried about him.”

“I am worried. Nerevar, mark my words, you must kill him first.”

“I would think the better target to be Mer-Killer.”

“If you think death is the worst thing the Nords can do to us, you’re naive. Chemua is nothing like Hoaga. He is worse, far worse."

Her hand was slack in his as she continued: "Hoaga, at least, has the mercy to end his victims with axe or sword. A direct death. But such coarse slaughter bores Chemua. No, he… He thinks he’s more clever than that. He prefers hunger. Induced famines. Blighted crops, high taxes. Coercion. Fear. That is how he is– indirect, subtle like a plague is.

“No, he won’t kill our soldiers, but he’ll summon an acid rain to destroy food and melt cities. He will not kill us, but he’ll back us into a corner, and take away from us every choice but death.”

Nerevar watched her in the moonlight.

“He’s a poison,” Almalexia said softly. “That is his Voice, poison. He takes all that is good and life-giving, turns it rotten and evil. Saltrice to ash, rain to bile. And his home was Deshaan.” She shut her eyes, brow furrowed. “It’s no surprise to me that in becoming a Tongue he learned to destroy saltrice. All that grows close to him he learns to blight.”

“… And yet you lived with him for many years.”

“Most of my life.”

“Almalexia, if you wish–”

“You must kill him first, Nerevar. You must.”

Nerevar released her hand, but wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close.

“I understand,” he murmured to her, gentle, “You wish me to kill him for what he’s done to you and your city.”

“What?” Almalexia looked up at him, with a strange expression.

“Because he–”

“No. Nerevar, have you been listening to me? You must kill him before he destroys the nation’s food supply.”

“Ah.”

“You can’t wage a war if you have nothing to feed your troops, Nerevar. Are you dense?”

“You’re right, you’re right.”

“They’ll send him straight to Deshaan to destroy the fields. If that happens our cause is doomed–”

“I know, Almalexia! I’m a fool– I thought you were finally opening up to me.”

“You thought this an intimate moment? While listening to the Nord muster? Really?”

“The prospect of bloodshed makes one’s own blood run hot, my Queen, and I’m but a– what did you call me?– an ash-laden caravanasi simpleton?”

“Insolent man!”

And for a while they stood, arms around each other, in silence.

Ominous silence– no more thu'um came.

“You said you heard this once before,” Nerevar finally said.

Almalexia nodded. “In the early years of my reign, yes. Olaf sent a fleet down to try and take Ebonheart. Were you in Morrowind?”

“In Veloth? I don’t think so.”

“In Veloth. Hoaga summoned Chemua with the same thu'um, to fend off Ysabel the Pale Heart. It was at midnight then, too. The moons make their thu'um–”

“EVGIR UNSLAAD,” echoed Hoaga’s voice across the plains. “WO THU'UM.”

“… Season unending, who shouts?” Almalexia looked to Nerevar, and he saw that her eyes were wide, and there was some genuine excitement on her face. “Of course. Nerevar, he’s only had two replies. Only two. Perhaps–”

“EVGIIR UNSLAAD,” boomed the beautiful rich voice from the north. “TINVAAK BARFOK.”

And something high and clear flew in from the south, swooping between them like an eagle, a voice on wings and wielding spears. A woman’s voice, smooth and heart-breaking for all its beauty, crystalline:

“ZU'U ALOK ARHK BO DO HI–

ZU'U LOVAAS MOROKEI.”

It had been a song, two sweet refrains of a chilling song. Nerevar shuddered, but Almalexia fell against his chest and laughed. “Ah, that’s Barfok,” she said to him, seeming almost giddy with fear. “She sang! Did you hear it? I’ve never heard her song. ‘I rise and fly to you, I sing gloriously.’ She did not even announce her name. How arrogant.”

“I… I’ve never heard one sing.”

“They do, sometimes. Barfok is known for it. To tell you the truth, I’m not entirely certain what her thu'um can do. She’s a mind-taker, but so are Hoaga and Chemua, so I can’t imagine her reputation comes from that.”

“Why does she sing?”

“I’m not sure… arrogance, probably. Most of what I know of her is from Chemua. Her thu'um is uniquely strong, though I don’t know how. He told me that she’s proud and capricious, that she revels in chaos but has little ambition of her own.”

That sweet song from the south picked up again, soaring far above them, high and cold like a howling wind. “TINVAAK YSMIR!”

Almalexia squeezed his arm. “Speak, Ysmir.” She paused. “And Barfok is Ysmir’s protege, so she must be very strong indeed.”

Nerevar peered out from the wall. “But he’s not replied?”

“I think we’ll know when he does.”

“So, that’s four. Four Tongues against us.”

“And four corners in the House of Troubles.”

And before he could speak, another voice came–

Not a voice, but a rumble, a heaving of the earth, as if Nirn were convulsing against her shackles. It travelled a great distance to meet them, rolling in from the distant north yet was so strong that both Almalexia and Nerevar staggered.

That voice was powerful. Those words were more striking than anything Nerevar had ever heard.

It had a pulse.

Almalexia was saying something, or her lips moved as such, but Nerevar heard no words. A heartbeat filled his ears and his bones writhed in his flesh. He wrenched himself away from her and stepped back. The voice faded but the pulse became deafening; it was outside him, but within him, and beneath his feet, and inside the stronghold, and the very air vibrated with it. And it was agonising, it filled him with a sense of loss more profound and painful than he’d ever known. He pressed his hand to his eyes, and then to his heart, and was shocked to find his chest had not been ripped open by the mournful sound.

“… Mansedaan,” Almalexia was saying. The heartbeat began to fade from his ears. When Nerevar opened his eyes once more he saw that she was looking to the north again. “That must be Ysmir. He said mansedaan– that’s 'Doom Drum’, Lorkhan, Shor’s heart.”

Nerevar’s head was throbbing. “Lorkhan. Ah.”

"Yes, Lorkhan. Ysmir worships Lorkhan– Shor in their language. And Shor’s heart. Of course he’d call on him during the muster…”

"Is that what that heartbeat was?”

Almalexia turned around, frowning. “What heartbeat?”

Something in her expression made him bite his tongue. The pulse still echoed in his ears, heavy and sad, tugging at his own heart. “It’s nothing. My own nerves, that’s all, I’m sure.”

Almalexia walked forwards and reached up, briefly touching his cheek, before drawing back, as if embarrassed. “Ysmir’s thu'um is strong. He is the strongest of them, it’s natural to be caught off-guard by it. Sometimes hearing their Voices can disorient the mind. There are ways around it, meditation techniques, that the old Jarl taught to me. I can teach you…”

She trailed off, and looked away from him. Still the heartbeat in Nerevar’s ears hurt him, and still he wished to be with Dumac in the stronghold, planning a war, dreaming of battle, but here they stood on the roof and Almalexia looked so unlike the Queen he’d known thusfar, small and sheepish with her eyes averted and wringing her hands.

“I’m sorry,” she was saying, “They’re our enemies, perhaps I shouldn’t…”

He reached out and took her hands in his own. “But Boethiah could not have defeated the Altmer without wearing Trinimac’s skin, just as you did. You may talk to me about it, I’ll listen.”

So Almalexia sat down with him, her hands in his, and told him for the first time of her childhood, and all she knew about the Nords, all things that would help him in his war. Throughout the night the air boomed with voices answering the call to war; they weren’t afraid.

#this is a vent fic and no amount of working on it is going to make it actually good so have it as it is. goodnight #five nord demons #fic

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narkinafive · 5 years

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get to know me tag challenge!

from @a-simple-ghoul

rules: answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people (i don’t know 21 people lmfao)

Nickname: sasha! but only online, or if i’m ordering food

Zodiac: leo

Height: 5’7′’

Last thing searched: long distance hiiiikes!!

Favorite Musicians: a lot of people, it changes all the time

Song stuck in head: the letter scene from eugene onegin but i’m studying it so

If you had a time machine would you go back in time or visit the future? : PAST!!!!

Do I Get Asks: not enough!!! i want MORE

Following: some lovely folks

Would you rather be rich or famous? : famous lmfao starving artist 4 life

Amount of sleep: ugh i can’t survive if i don’t sleep for 9 hrs

Lucky Number: 35

What I’m wearing: t shirt and skirt

Dream Job: opera singer/writer/professor/cat mom

Dream Trip: hiking the camino de santiago

If you were an animal what would you be? a cat or a sloth

Favorite food: mjudra! it’s a middle eastern lentil stew and it is the fucking TITS bro

What are some of your favorite books/films/shows/games/etc.?: sw rebels (DURR), empire strikes back, tcw; outside of sw i like ac odyssey, skyrim, elementary (rip :( ), b99, archer, the fall, pacific rim, american gods (book and tv show) (im rly behind tho), lotr, and non fiction social science. because i’m a nerd

play any instruments: piano and violin, very poorly

Describe yourself as aesthetics: marble statues, gold leaf, ancient ruins, standing backstage just before the curtains go up, the smell of rosemary and garlic, dusty sheet music, wide open skies, someone singing in the apartment above you

free space? i guess? currently writing some traumatic swr au and simultaneously editing my phd essay app, while also looking up classical dramatic theory in order to win an internet argument. yeah

@ readers, do this!!!

#tag games

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doomedandstoned · 5 years

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An Interview with S.C. Atmospheric Doomers Oakskin

~By Shawn Gibson~

Photo by Savannah Juliet Bockus

Continuing our series of interviews of bands in the southern sludge scene, we're now in Columbia, South Carolina visiting with unconventional three-piece OAKSKIN. As they come ever closer to finishing their debut LP, we take a look at the band's origins, inspirations, and aspirations in this one-on-one at last year's Starkfest.

Prey by Oakskin

We are at the Sparrow in North Charleston. You guys played with Mode Low and Midmourner tonight. Damn good show!

Bianca:

Midmourner they just like melt your brain because of how heavy they are!

Yeah, for sure!

Phillip: I'm digging Mode Low, too!

Bianca: Yeah, yeah.

Austin: Kinda krautrock, kinda noisey. I dig it.

Yeah, Paisley Adams the bass player just left, she is in Tripping The Mechanism.

Phillip: Tripping The Mechanism, right. I produced a couple of records of theirs.

Austin: They were supposed to play tonight, but there was something with scheduling.

Yeah, I thought the original flyer said "Tripping The Mechanism." Then it changed and said "to be determined."

Bianca: That was because they had work or something.

The other two guys in the band were here later on in the show.

Phillip: They're a great band, really cool.

The first time I interviewed you guys were at the Radio Room in Greenville, South Carolina, at Starkfest in July. I'd imagine you guys have played a few shows in the span of time since.

Bianca: Only one!

Phillip: Yeah this is our third show.

Wow, third show. Your first show was at Starkfest 2018. Now you have some shirts!

Phillip: Yeah, we're moving up!(laughs)

You got some merch!

Bianca: We've got stickers now!(laughs)

So explain your Oakskin t-shirt.

Bianca: The way our name started was because me and Phil, all three of us were on the porch mulling over what our name would be. We had no fucking idea! It was so difficult. Phil saw an oak tree in my yard and said, "Oak something." I said Oakflesh, because I am a Skyrim nerd. He said that's too brutal because our music isn't that brutal. (laughs) We're not a fucking death metal band! (laughs) Phil said Oakskin. I said, "Fuck yeah!" Later, we found out it was a spell in Dungeons and Dragons. We just winged it with the shirt design. Twenty-sided die on the shirt.

As soon as I saw it, I recognized it was a twenty-sided die.

Phillip: Who didn't play D&D at least once?

Bianca: Or at least knows about it.

Or any role playing game requiring multiple sided dice.

Bianca: D&D is the only game using twenty sided die.

Phillip: I've never seen a shirt with a die on it.

Bianca: The funny thing coming up with the shirt was like, "Let's put people under a spell. Well, why don't we incorporate the whole D&D concept?" It progressed from there.

Austin: It was the easiest decision we've had yet.

Brood by Oakskin

I believe you guys released a song recently. I got the notification from Bandcamp 'cause I'm following you guys and shared it on Facebook.

Phillip: Thank you!

Tell me about this song.

Bianca: The song is called "Brood." The name spawned from my love for cicadas, cause we're from the South. Not to say cicadas aren't from all over the world, really. In the South, in particular, you get used to hearing them. That noise that taunts you!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHH!!! (laughs)

Bianca: You know it!

Phillip: We open the song with that. That's us sitting on the porch. That song is part of a bunch of songs we are recording for an album. We are taking our time with it. We are not in a rush. We don't have a label or anything.

That's probably the best with no time limits and taking your time.

Phillip: Yeah, no deadlines, so we are going to release it when we are 100% happy.

Organic and letting it flow naturally.

Phillip: We haven't released anything since February because we had these shows. I had that song close to done, mixing it. We decided to put these songs out for these shows. Honestly, what we posted when we first played, they were kind of surprised. They weren't expecting us to be so heavy. So we were like, "Let's put a heavier song out."

Bianca: I love the surprise of us being heavy. (laughs) I do love that, but I think it gives people an idea of where we are going or what we're trying to do.

Phillip: The band has gotten heavier and darker as we've gone along.

I noticed tonight it seemed a little different. There was something like a blast beat in there -- whoa!

Bianca: We all love black metal. We all love death metal. We love different kinds of music. I think over time as we progress, we will incorporate all of our interests in all we do. We all love different kinds of music.

Austin: When we started it was in our kitchen.

Phillip: I don't know if I talked about this last time, but I wrote a keyboard line just for fun. I was thinking about a solo project. Bianca came in and asked, "Do you mind if I sing on this?" Austin came in and said, "Do you mind if I jam to this?" We were all in other bands. I was working on another project.

Bianca: I was in two bands.

Phillip: All of us were working on other projects, but we were like, "This is kind of cool!" The first song we recorded in our kitchen.

Bianca: It literally was recorded in our kitchen.

Austin: I got off work and pulled up to the house and heard the drum machine going. "Damn, someone's partying, someone's jamming! That's some cool shit!" I walked in and it got louder. It's Phillip and Bianca jamming on some stuff.

Bianca: Me and Austin have worked together before in a couple of different projects that really didn't go anywhere, but I knew I wanted to be in a band with him because I love him pretty much.

Phillip: So after that kitchen jam and recording I was like, "That was pretty cool. We'll come out with a name and release it and see if anybody is interested." People were and we are going to jump on this! Now this is her and mine main band. Austin has put 100% in! Since then, we have been writing as a band and it's just naturally gotten heavier and darker. It's just where it's gone we haven't tried to control it.

Bianca: It's darker, but light in some weird way.

Phillip: (laughs)

Bianca: Hear me out!

Phillip: Yeah, I'm going to hear you out on this!

Bianca: The lyrics, if we get them out there, they're not necessarily dark. The lyrical concepts are light and dark, but the music is so fucking heavy!

It is!

Bianca: It's like pushing the concept forward.

Austin: It all sounds like noise to me. (laughs)

Phillip: We haven't focused on a concept. We have focused on writing.

Bianca: Each song has its own entity. When we hear people's input on it, we create its own entity within the song. It makes it unified, to me. We aren't stressed out about it, where it's going. We do what we want to do.

Yellow Light by Oakskin

I think you'll have better songs and a better album when you don't have the pressure or deadlines.

Phillip: I have had to live by deadlines for years, so it's nice to be in a situation where nobody's breathing down my neck about it, you know?

Bianca: Right.

Phillip: It's nice to get it done as it gets done.

Austin: It was two days after Starkfest we had six songs tracked now. We went straight in on the first session and knocked them out -- pow, pow, pow!

Phillip: We have been practicing for months. I was like it's kind of harsh to do that to them, but I was like, "We've been practicing these songs for months, let's go record them after the show! Who knows what work schedules will get in the way? We're tight so let's go knock these out while we're tight." We went in and knocked the songs out. When we get some more, we'll knock those out.

Bianca: We have already started on some other songs, too. I love the direction y'all are going in! I come in after they finalize it, oh it's so good! I fucking love it so much! It's so weird and great. I really love it! I was like, "Can I come in now?" (laughs)

Phillip: (laughs) She was trying to sing over it and we didn't have it done yet!

Bianca: Let me sing on it! (laughs) I get really excited. We all get excited in a really weird way. Mostly we all vibe off each other.

Phillip: I think that most bands get excited about what they're doing or they wouldn't be doing it.

Bianca: Some bands don't get excited, because they get big or whatever reason.

Phillip: I understand that whole second guessing thing. I've been there: "I don't know if anyone else will like this or not?"

Bianca: I feel like bigger bands don't have the time to spend on songs anymore, because they're pushed to put something out. They don't get to enjoy it like they used to.

Austin: Well, if your doing two tours a year...

Bianca: Right.

Phillip: You're touring non-stop. It's hard to even find time to write. Try to write a little bit when you're home. That shit gets really hard! Starting a new band makes it a lot easier.

Bianca: Especially with your connections, it makes it easier for us, genuinely.

Phillip: To a certain degree. In all fairness, we are starting right at the bottom like most bands do. Nobody's been like, "Here ya go!" Play small shows...

...hit the road. Get some merch. Get some gigs.

Phillip: We're starting out like I've started every other band I've started. (laughs) I just love playing music ya know? I love playing at any level. There's certain things like yeah it would be nice to have a budget!(laughs) There are other times it is nice to start fresh and not have any expectations.

Austin: What is interesting to me about this band is Bianca. Oakskin has been together for about a year now.

Phillip: Yeah, about a year.

Austin: Before that, like she said we were rehearsing with some other projects. Until Oakskin she hadn't been in a band. Not trying to...

Bianca: ...no, it's fine. The other two bands I was in didn't play shows. It was just us trying to put music together.

Austin: So we have Bianca who is very new to it.

Bianca: This is my third show ever! Playing live, ever. (laughs)

Austin: I have been doing this fifteen years or so now. Phillip's experienced, he's been doing it for thirty years!

Phillip: I'm sorry, I shouldn't have shushed you. I wanted to see where he was going with this. (laughs)

Austin: Well, for me seeing where you [Bianca] have come from and seeing where you [Phillip] have come from. You [Bianca] are still enthusiastic. Phillip and I get down and shit (laughs), because we are grumpy and run down. You [Bianca] are like, "No, we can do this!"

Phillip: That is true.

Bianca: (laughs)

Phillip: I think one of the funny things is yeah, she is starting fresh and I'm kind of old and grizzled. It's like I see everything ahead of me that's going to go wrong. This is going to wrong! This is going to go wrong! This is going to go wrong!

(laughs)

Bianca: I have bright eyes about everything. Everything is great, ya know? (laughs)

Phillip: It's been fun, I will say that.

Bianca: I love doing music with y'all, for real!

Phillip: It's being done for the right reasons. It's really nice.

Down the road, you guys will release a full-length proper, right?

Phillip: We were going to do an EP and then we were like, "Let's just keep going and make an album."

Bianca: We have at least three more songs to write and we'll have an album.

Nice. Can't wait!

Bianca: It will come out whenever we feel like it!(laughs)

Austin: It will be four gatefold 12" LP's!

It's going to be a double live album! (laughs)

Bianca: (laughs)

Phillip: In reality, it will be a Bandcamp download! (laughs)

It was good catching up with you guys and seeing you live again.

Bianca: Thank you for coming to see us. Genuinely, thank you!

Is there anything that you guys would like to plug or push?

Well it depends on when this comes out!

Bianca: (laughs)

Right on! Fair enough! I still need to put the Starkfest interview out there. Guilty as charged!

Phillip: That was not a dig.

It's fine. I really want to get that one out there.

Austin: We have a show in Atlanta in two days.

Bianca: Yeah we are playing SlaughterQUE.

Hell, yeah. I saw the post for that on Facebook. It's two days right?

Bianca: If you would have liked, commented, and shared you could have won two free tickets!

What? Goddamnit!

Bianca: Only fifteen people did that.

I think I shared it. I saw it.

Phillip: You forgot to like it. (laughs)

Bianca: We had very strict rules about it.

Yeah I was smoking in the boys room when you were talking about the rules! I'll share it, but I'm not going to "like" it. I like those guys and everything! (laughs)

Bianca: (laughs)

Phillip: We have a couple shows coming up.

Austin: Next month.

Bianca: Our video was adorable, because we had a lot of cats. Our cats are very cute, too!

Phillip: If anything it was a statement: "We don't give a fuck!" (laughs)

Bianca: And also we love cats.

Phillip: Love cats, yeah.

Bianca: We love Halloween and cats.

Phillip: That is a true statement. Our house has a ridiculous amount of cats right now.

Oh no!

Bianca: We don't have like thirty or anything. We have four.

If you get over fifteen cats, you have to get the crazy cat lady action figure. (laughs) I'm not sure, I will check the handbook.

Phillip: One of our cats got stuck in a tree.

Bianca: To be fair, this cat's name is Siren. He never shuts up. He is constantly meowing.

Phillip: So Siren gets stuck in a tree. We couldn't find him.

Bianca: The way we found him was because he is so loud, the neighbors behind us heard him.

Phillip: Here's the funny story. The tree the cat got stuck in was at a cat person's house. They had over thirty cats!

Austin: They were rescue cats.

Phillip: Lucky for that cat he was way up there.

Bianca: 25 feet up in the tree!

Phillip: We were calling people to get him out and none of us could afford that.

Bianca: That guy had a tree climbing friend.

Wow!

Bianca: That cat is so lucky! We're so broke. You have to pay the fire department two hundred and fifty dollars to get a cat out of a tree.

Jesus Christ!

Phillip: I had no idea our neighbor had that many cats!

Bianca: That cat does not want to go outside anymore! So anyways we love cats. (laughs)

Well, that will make a great shirt, some Oakskin stickers maybe. Huh?

Phillip: The next shirt will be a cat stuck in an oak tree.

Austin: That's wilder than a cat going up a tree.

Bianca: Austin knows all these southern sayings. Phillip and I are from the south and we don't know what he's saying.

Austin: No one has ever heard all the sayings I know.

I am from the south, as well. I had a book of old southern laws and some of it was ridiculous, some very bizarre. Thanks a lot guys! I appreciate it!

Phillip: Thank you so much!

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evil-is-relative · 5 years

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🖊 Darva!

This was meant to be gushing and instead turned into a chapter-long snippet.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Darva sat on the curving steps of the Solitude BluePalace, watching Queen Elisif trying to shoo the strange man from High Rock outthe door as politely as she could. It was taking a long time, and even Darvacould tell the Queen wanted the man gone, but he didn’t seem to get it. He justkept bowing over her hand and kissing the back of it, starting up her wristuntil she pulled it away.

Perhaps she wanted some help?

“Auntie Eli,” she said, as loudly as she could in thattone of voice Blaise used when luring someone into answering an “innocent” question,“You said you’d listen to my new song!”

Elisif startled, then smiled. “Of course, sweetheart.”Turning to the rude man, she tried to excuse herself again, but he was frowningat Darva, mustache curling down in a frown. Darva wasn’t sure she’d met anyonefrom High Rock before besides Blaise, but she hoped they didn’t all dress likea half-rotting flower arrangement.

“Dear Elisif, who is this…child?” he said the word as ifhe had wanted to say something else.

Darva looked at him blandly, then pretended to sneeze, “Iiz!”

The floor turned to ice between her and the man, nearly catchinghis foot before he jumped out of the way. He yelped in surprise and stared ather a long moment. Smiling winsomely, she chirped, “Excuse me!”

The man left without any more delay.

“That was devious, Darva,” Elisif told her sternly. Darva’sface fell, feeling cold at the idea that she’d been Bad again, but then theQueen smiled. “Thank you.”

Exhaling heavily in relief, she smiled at the prettyqueen and took her hand, skipping along as Elisif returned to her throne room.Court was not officially in session at the moment, and most of the Thanes wereoff conducting business of their own over lunch. Darva’s mother showing up to trulytake her place as Thane had shaken up the power-structure of the Court, Bormahhad explained. Darva was glad Bormah was smart and able to explain these thingsto her, because she wasn’t quiet getting it. The only ones who seemed to followit at all well were Runa, who was almost an adult herself, and–weirdly enough—Blaise.

“Auntie” Elisif was Queen, and the queen should be incharge, right? Apparently that wasn’t so—the Thanes and advisers held a lot ofpower here as well, and General Tullius was at least as much in charge asElisif. The Court was divided on the war, and the direction Skyrim should goin, and everyone missed the former king that Ulfric had Shouted down. Elisifhadn’t been raised to rule, and had struggled her first few years. Bormah hadexplained it like Shouting: Darva was born Dragonborn, and picked up Shouts easily,but Alesan wasn’t born with the ability, and was taking a long time and puttinga lot of effort into learning.

Darva glanced up at the woman, who had welcomed hermother with such relief that Court had stopped for the day. Ysmir and Elisifhad “caught up” with each other the rest of the day, which sounded nice until Darvalearned the Queen had basically collapsed into tears because everyone wastrying to force her into picking a spouse, desperate to have a strong leaderthey could point to again, and not a grieving young woman with no experience ruling,forced into the role by her husband’s untimely demise.

Elisif didn’t want to marry again. She had loved herhusband dearly, and the thought of replacing him with a stranger made her ill. She’dbegged Ysmir to move back to Solitude so she’d have someone on her side, andanother young woman around to remind her Court that a delicate face and builddid not mean a weak mind.

Darva didn’t know anything about ruling, but she did knowthat Elisif needed to have some fun, so she made it a point to go to Court withher mother sometimes and sing the Queen the new songs she was learning at theBard’s College, or play the pretty harp Bormah had given her, which had apparentlybelonged to his mother. Since Bormah had been trapped in A-pocky-fa for so longDarva didn’t know the numbers yet, she guessed the harp was really old. The bardshad gone into a strange, excited sort of panic when they had seen it.

“Auntie Eli?” she started hesitantly, climbing up ontothe chair in Elisif’s room where the Queen’s lunch had been set out, “Do youthink you’d want to marry again someday? Aren’t you lonely?”

Elisif froze, then looked down, her expression quiet and sad. “Yes,”she replied softly, “I am a little lonely. I miss Torygg every day, and I tryto rule the way he’d want. But it’s because I miss him so much that I don’tthink I’ll marry again. Some of the people who have come to meet me have beenlovely, friendly people, but…” she sat, then just gazed at the girl as ifwondering how to explain. Shrugging, she finally said, “It will be a long timeuntil I can even think of marrying again, Darva, and if that happens, I have tothink of Skyrim, too. Even if I somehow fall madly in love again, I must be surethe person would help me care for my country before I’d consider giving them acrown. And I’m not giving them my crown,”she added vehemently, “no matter how much some of my Court might wish!”

Shrugging, Darva bit into some soft bread and cheese. “Mommasays she’s never getting married,” she told the queen matter-of-factly. “Shewon’t tell me why yet, but she’s very sure about it. I was wondering if youwere sure the same way she was sure. Momma has Bormah and Papa Farkas, though, andshe used to have Papa Vilkas, even though she won’t marry them. I hope you canfind someone to not-marry too, so you won’t be lonely anymore.”

Smile lighting her eyes, Elisif leaned over and pattedDarva’s hand. “You’re a sweet girl, Darva. I’ll never be really lonely withfriends like you and your mother around.”

Beaming, Darva finished her lunch and happily explainedsome of the romantic ballads she was learning about. She thought them all verysilly, but Elisif looked as goopy as some of the older bards at the lyrics.When she was sure her throat was clear of food, Darva sang a few verses forher, but then it was time for Court to start again, and that was boring, so thegirl skipped up to the large balcony-roof at the back of the Palace, where Odahviingsunned sometimes whenever Elisif was expecting a suitor to drop by. If theywere too bad, she’d suggest a walk out here, and the suitor would usually runaway in fright.

“Odahviing!” she sing-songed, skipping over and cuddlingup right behind his head, where the scales were small and soft and warm.

“Drem yol lok,Kulaas,” he breathed, careful not to turn his head until she was clear ofhis spines. “Is he gone?”

“He’s gone,” Darva confirmed cheerfully. “I sneezed iceat his shoe and he left.”

Odahviing snorted a laugh, steam coming out of hisnostrils. Darva noticed a lot of dragons did that when they felt an emotionstrongly, though some of them laughed or growled ice instead of fire. One olderone hissed out lightning when he saw Bormah, who had crossed his arms andglared at him until Momma had told them both to knock it off.

“Are you still taking Runa to Whiterun today?” she askedcuriously. She wanted to go to Whiterun, too, but Runa was training with the Companionsand didn’t have time to babysit her, she said. Darva thought she just didn’twant anyone seeing how much time she was spending with Frothar and telling thePapas—or worse, Blaise.

“Her favorite sparring partner is leaving for the Legionsoon,” Odahviing explained patiently, nudging her with his nose. “He is going farSouth, for many summers.”

“At least he’s not mean anymore,” Darva wrinkled hernose. The Brats of Whiterun had undergone a miraculous shift in behavior the yearbefore after being kidnapped by a Hagraven that stole naughty children. Manywere still waiting for her to come back for Nelkir.

“Naak rok. I’deat him,” Odahviing said shortly, and she gaped at him.

“You can’t eat Frothar!” she burst out. “He’s a people!”

The dragon lifted and dipped his wings in the draconic equivalentof a careless shrug. Darva huffed at him, and he hissed laughter. “Runa is the kiir of my thur,” he explained remorselessly. “I cannot let one unfit to beher ronit go unchallenged.”

Fluffing her curls so the wind could steal some of theheat building in them, she gazed up at him curiously. “Everyone is talkingabout love and courting lately,” she complained.

“It is almost Heart’s Day,” he reminded her.

Darva brightened, “My birthday!” she enthused. “Odahviing,does that mean when I get annoying people bothering me like Auntie Eli, I haveto worry about you eating them?”

He snorted again. “I’ve eaten people for less.”

Stamping her foot, she cried, “Odahviing!” and huffed when his laughter rumbled across the roof. “You’rebeing mean.”

“It is the truth, Kulaas,” he told her, shifting hiswings to catch the sun better. “One day you will find a ronit, and they will be strong and loyal, your friend and yourconfidant. They will never betray your trust and seek always to protect you.Only then will those who care about you support the mating.”

Thinking about this, she plopped onto the bench, watchinghim. “You promised to protect me,” she pointed out musingly.

Odahviing’s eyes popped back open from where he’d beendrowsing, narrowing at her suspiciously. “Geh,”he agreed, dragging out the word as if wondering where she was going with this.

“You’re my friend, and I talk to you about everything,”she continued, finger tapping her chin like Lydia did when she was thinkingthings through. “You won’t betray me.”

“Darva…” Odahviing lifted his head, tilting it in a wayshe’d never seen him do before and thus didn’t know how to interpret. Hereminded her of a wary goose.

“You’ll be my mate,” she decided.

The dragon coughed fire, something else she’d never seenbefore and took great interest to note.

“Well, it’s perfect!” she enthused, warming to hersubject. “You’d never show up with half-dead flowers and slobber all over me.You’re strong and already my friend and protector. Momma likes you and Bormahputs up with you, and every other person coming to court me will run awayrather than fight you!”

“That part at least has merit,” he conceded, shaking hishead as little bits of ash crumbled out his nostrils, “but Darva, Zu’u dovah.”

“I’m Dovahkiin,”she argued, crossing her arms belligerently.

He sighed, “I cannot…give you everything you’d want frommate.”

“I don’t mind that we can’t get married,” Darva shrugged,hopping off the bench. “You’d look silly trying to fit into a Temple anyway.”

“Where are you going?” he wondered, watching her skipoff.

“Oh! Right,” she pivoted on one foot and flounced back tohim, giving him a smacking kiss on the muzzle before heading right back to thedoorway into the Blue Palace. “Talk to you later, dear. I have to tell Mommayou’re my husband now.”

The red dragon stared at the door in utter bemusement fora long moment, wondering what exactly just happened. At least, until the buildingshook and the sky rumbled with the angry thu’umof his name being hurtled into the air by his Thur, raining gravel from the entire stone arch and stealing thewarmth from the sun.

Proud dragon generals did not hide from their Thur, Odahviing reminded himself, launchinginto the air reluctantly. Still, it might be a good time to see if the ice had recededfrom Atmora yet.

Drem yol lok=greetingskulass=princessNaak rok=consume himkiir=childthur/thuri=overlord/my overlordronit=equal, mategeh=yesZu'u dovah=I’m a dragon

#writing #my writing #Darva #ask #fanfiction #Dragon Kin #Odahviing

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ferallymine · 5 years

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Under Lock and Key

((Hey! Thought I was done writing? NOPE! This is a little thing I wrote for Celaena, Aed, and Aria, my Skyrim babes. Wanted to give my Dragonborn and her wife some more development, and tweak Aria’s persona/talents. Song referenced is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZdGE8_fOMM Enjoy!))

(oh, and if you want more, just send an ask <3 )

----------------------------------------------------- “I…never knew of this place.”

Aed let her callous hands run over the rough stone and metal, soaking in what remained of the ancient times.

“That makes all of us,” Celaena gazed, “Even if that sneaky courier was lying, he at least led us to this structure. I’m just amazed he found us out in the middle of the Reach at such a late hour.”

“People tend to find me in random places while I’m sleeping quite often,” Aria quipped. No response from behind her.

Celaena raised an eyebrow, “A story for another time, I presume? I’d love to hear it, Wish.” The elf paused for a second, facing her wife, “…Could this have been Lordok’s…project?”

“Lordok was a gifted Builder but he wasn’t this good. And he was too dumb to keep this so well hidden.” Aed snickered at the thought.

“Who’s Lordok?” Aria’s voice unintentionally echoed across the room.

The dwarf stopped, as if she wanted to repress the memory. Her hands barely shook as she answered, back still facing the Breton, “…Lordok was my brother.”

Celaena took Aed’s hand, “He helped us escape before the High Builders discovered our relationship, and how she’d been protecting me.”

Aria gave a small nod of understanding, “He sounds like a noble Dwarf, not abandoning you in those times.”

A mumble behind her made her smirk- at least Aria knew her Spectre was listening, now.

Aed pulled out the letter the courier gave her from her chestpiece, “But… there’s hope that he or one of his sons is alive- and if this was just a false lead, I swear even the dragons will feel my anger.”

The quartet continued down the hall, where a collapsed room now blended into the entrance of a cave.

“Well, the map with the letter says to continue through here.” Aed pointed ahead.

“Wait- I hear something…” Celaena held out her arm, “Running water? And I think some animals.”

Aria walked past them, taking the lead, “We’ve faced worse. May I see the map?”

The dwarf nodded, gently placing the paper in the breton’s hand. They continued, letting light from a spell in Celaena’s hand illuminate their path.

The rocks beneath their feet crunched with each step. The girls stuck close to each other, with the Spectre keeping back, making sure nothing came after them. They clung to the damp and mossy wall, as the path narrow and high. Its edge dropped into a ravine, water running white at its bottom. Jagged rocks jutted up from the flow.

A loose rock slipped from its position under Aria’s foot. Aed reacted on instinct, wrapping her arms around the Listener’s torso and pulling her back.

Celaena shuddered. Aria sighed and tapped the Builder’s firmly gripped fist.

Aed hadn’t realized how tightly she held Aria, or that her hands managed to grip her chest.

“I-I-I…I’m s-sorry,” She stuttered, clearly embarrassed.

“There’s no pain in the Void.” The assassin got back up and continued onward, unphased.

A low chuckle came from the Spectre. Aed and Celaena looked at each other, slightly confused, but cautiously followed after her.

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The stench reached them before they reached the chamber.

Bodies of ill-prepared adventurers lay strewn about the floor and walls. Two of them seemed fresh compared to the others.

“Ugh, this REEKS.” Celaena pinched her nose.

The Chamber was mainly an unkempt cave, save for large metal rods, stone plates, and two doors at the end.

Aed, seemingly unbothered by the scent or Celaena’s antics, made a beeline towards the other end of the chamber.

“THANA!” Aria yelled.

The Rods hummed, and shone blue for a small second. The brightest closer to the quartet, then dimming the farther away they were.

Aed stopped beside a body next to the plates. Her heart pounded through her chest as she questioned herself.

*I’ve never seen this I don’t know what this is I don’t know who built this how am I to get past this I was 3rd in line to a High Builder and I was supposed to know everyth-*

The others caught up to her, each filled with a bit of wonder and fear.

“Aed!” Celaena gripped her wife’s shoulder, “Aed talk to me.”

Silence.

“Aed!”

Tears filled the dwarf’s eyes. Her voice was barely audible. “I don’t know what this is.”

The Spectre scoffed, “What?”

“Silence from you,” Aria pointed at him.

Aed shook her head, “I don’t know what this is. I’m supposed to know what all Dwarves built but I have never seen this before in my-“

“Who cares?” Aria stated.

Aed and Celaena stared blankly at her.

“Who cares what you’re supposed to know? I don’t. I care about finding what’s left of your family. You’ve never seen this before? Us neither. So sit down and let’s figure this out. TOGETHER.”

The Rods hummed and shone briefly. The brightest being closest to them, then the light fading along the rows.

Aed noticed, “Aria, scream at me.”

A puzzled look answered her.

“Yell at me!” She insisted.

“FINE!” Aria yelled.

The Rods gave their same response.

Aed’s eyes lit up, “Those rods react to loud noises.”

The Dragonborn scratched her head, “That helps us…how?”

“I think this is a voice lock.” She rose from Celaena’s side, “Those rods reacted to Aria’s loud voice.” The dwarf picked up a stray brown stone and threw it on one of the grey carved stone plates between the rods. Spikes emerged from nowhere, through the space above the stone’s landing.

“Yeah!” Aed cheered, bringing a fainter light from the Rods, “This is a voice and a path lock.”

When nothing but silence and strange faces responded, Aed continued her explanation, “Voice locks were extremely experimental and unstable back in my days as a Builder, and only the High Builders were allowed to tamper with it. That’s why I didn’t recognize this architecture. Path locks, however, were very stable and everyone used them. There’s a certain order that the stones can be walked on in order to cross to the doors, otherwise a trap like one I triggered will happen. At the same time, however, we have to solve the voice lock. Then those doors at the end will open.”

“What if you’re wrong?” The Spectre cut in, eyes glaring through Aed.

“Then whoever is crossing will die.” Aed stared back with more intensity.

Aria rolled her eyes, “Is there a specific voice command we need to say?”

Celaena sparkled with an idea, “The letter! It had a jumble of words on its back that I didn’t give them much thought. But if this is a voice lock…”

“…Then they’re the words we need!” Aed excitedly high fived her wife. The Spectre sighed and decided to inspect the bodies nearby. The girls huddled together as Aed pulled out the paper and read the back-

King

Throne

Pillared

Rune, Power

Sun, Star, Moon

Crystal

Cloud

World

Mountain

Forge, Cold

Harp, Hammer

Darkness, Halls

“Sounds like rubbish to me,” Aed sat back down on the ground, “But that’s our best bet on this lock.”

“Not only that,” The Spectre came back to the group, “I found these pages on the others. They all say something about a song being the key.”

Celaena scrunched her nose, “What song?”

He held up a page, “ ‘The Rods talked to Mira, I just know it. She started singing a song I’ve never heard before. But when she got to the middle she suddenly stopped, and then the spiders came after her.’ … Gets rather bloody after that.”

Aed grabbed her hair, “OOOOOOOHHHHHH They used magic with this lock! That’s... really against the Builder Code. Must’ve been a rogue who built this place.”

“Magic?” Aria asked.

“The rod things tell you the song, BUT you have to know certain words in order to continue. Lucky for us, we have the words! …Probably.” Aed looked down at the letter in Celaena’s hands.

“May I see that?” Aria pointed to the letter.

Celaena handed it to her. Aria walked right up to the plates, and knelt down.

“What are you doing?” The Spectre followed behind her.

Aria said nothing. She simply looked more closely at the plates.

“Wish?” Celaena rose.

“The words match the plates. See the carvings?” Aria pointed, “And some have multiple runes. So where the commas are in this letter symbolize a multi-runed plate. That’s how you navigate the path.” She smiled, “I’ll go.”

“What?!” Aed and Celaena gasped at the same time.

She smirked, “I’m the one who stands to lose the least should I fail.”

Her Spectre grabbed her arm, “Aria…please think about-“

“I did.” Her face turned cold, “Either I’m right and we go along, or I’m wrong and I finally join my family in the Void……join you in the Void…” Her voice trailed off.

“I-“

“Lucien.” Aria held up her hand, “Please. Shut up.”

“Good luck, Wish.” Aed gave a warm smile.

Aria faced the lock, took a breath, and began.

#the elder scrolls v: skyrim #skyrim #original characters #original writing #writing #celaena raijin #the dragonborn #aed thana #her wife #aria evelyn #the lonely one who has been around since oblivion crisis and really need a hug and a cigarette #i say that like aria is the oldest but they're all old as shit #aed's prob the oldest of the bunch #also added my own lore in regard to Dwarves because I'm creative like that #kdjfhaskldfhas #ask about the builders sometime i think that'd be pretty neat #also rip aed's emotions she's still upset about being forced to leave her brother behind #press f to pay respects to Lordok #lordok best bro 2019 #dkjhfalkjhad #anyway #hope you liked it!#divines bless this idiotic trio featuring a snow elf bisexual a dwarven lesbian a breton straight and the ghost of purification past #dani quit yo rambling #see ya <3

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deadlygoddess85 · 4 years

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More about me!

Say this somewhere and I thought I’d tell you more about me!

1. Name: Joanie

2. Nationality: French Canadian

3. Age: 35

4. Birthday: October 20th

5. Zodiac sign: Libra

6. Gender: Woman

7. Sexuality: I don’t define myself by any word describing sexuality.

8. Your looks: Meh...it’s my look, I don’t care if you like it or not.

9. What do you: I’m an assistant director of a company

10. What's your current job like? It’s ok, I guess. Very challenging!

11. Your birth order: Youngest

12. How many siblings do you have? 1, but my brother is unfortunately deceased

13. Do you have good relations with your family? Yes

14. How many friends do you have? a few

15. Your relationship status: Married

16. What do you look for in a SO? Someone who will pull-up with my shit :p (and I found him soooo...)

17. Do you have a crush? yes

18. When did you have your first kiss? I was 17

19. Do you prefer serious and meaningful relationships or casual dating/one night stands? Serious and meaningful...

20. What are your deal breakers? Douche who can’t respect their s/o, bad hygiene, someone who can’t get along with my family.

21. How was your day? Meh...pretty quiet.

22. Favourite food & drink: home cooked food, water, soda.

23. What position do you sleep in? on my left side most of the time.

24. What was your last dream about? Ateez :p

25. Your fears: The dark

26. Your dreams: Right now? It would be for Covid to be done, so I could go visit my friends.

27. Your goals: To be happy!!!

28. Any pets? A cat, Lilo!

29. What are your hobbies? Gaming, writing, DnD, baking, cooking, listening music.

30. Any cool places in your area? Yes! We have “Les Passerelles” but they are unfortunately closed right now because of Covid. We have the pier, the whole downtown area.

31. What was your last awkward situation? I tried to quite a job I don’t really like, but the manager didn’t want me to leave....like, dude, let me go!

32. What is your last regret? It all involve my past...

33. Language/s you can speak: English, French and a bit of Spanish, Oh and I knew a few Korean words :P...

34. Do you believe in astrological stuff? Kinda

35. Have any quirks? A LOT!!!

36. Your pet peeves: I’m stubborn..like A LOT!!!

37. Ideal vacation: Anywhere as long as i’m with goo people

38. Any scars? No

39. What does your last text message say? Ok thanks - From my dad

40. Last 5 things from your search history: Rage of Light / Eleine / Tumblr / YouTube / Spotify

41. What's your [device] background? Not sure I understand this question...

42. What do you daydream about? Everything...I’m an hopeless romantic and I daydream all the time.

43. Describe your dream home: Doesn’t need to be big, but I’d have an amazing gaming room ;)

44. What's your religion: I don’t have any religion. I believe in a power greater than man, life is mysterious.

45. Your personality type: Funny, friendly, easy going.

46. The most dangerous thing you've done: Staying with a violent alcoholic for 7 years

47. Are you happy with your current life? Mostly...

48. Some things you've tried in your life: ??? This is a very vague question, I’ve tried many things...what do you want to know specifically?

49. What does your wardrobe consist of? Skinny jeans, shirts, combat boots.

50. Favourite colour to wear? black, purple, red.

51. How would you describe your style? tomboy-ish

52. Are you happy with your current looks? Yes!

53. If you could change/add something to your appearance - impossible or not - what would it be? Getting a sexier body.

54. Any tattoos or piercings? 16 tattoos, 0 piercing

55. Do you get complimented often? Not really.

56. Favourite aesthetic? Anything grungy, gothic type etc..

57. A popular trend that you dislike: Ugh...I don’t want to start on that!

58. Songs you're currently obsessed with? Reason to believe - Arch enemy / All shall burn - Eleine / Middle of the night - Monsta X.

59. Song you normally wouldn't admit you like: My oh my - Aqua

60. Favourite genre? Everything, really!!!

61. Favourite artist/band/genre? Ateez

62. Hated popular songs/artists? WAP - Cardi B

63. Put your music on shuffle and list first 5: That’s what’s working right now - Trent Tomlingson / We know the way - Opetaia Foa’i / Try - Pink / Say you’ll be there - Spice Girls / PAPI - Isabela Merced.

64. Can you sing or play any instruments? I can sing!!!

65. Do you like karaoke? Yes

66. Own any albums? Yes Ateez albums

67. Do you listen to radio? What stations? Yes - NRJ 102.3

68. Favorite movie/series? Along with the gods: The two worlds. / Lucifer

69. Favorite genre of movies/books/etc: I don’t have any favorite.

70. Your fictional crush/es: Park Sae-royi - Itaewon class

71. Which fictional character is you? Robin Schabowski - How I met your mother...(I think...)

72. Are you a shipper? Meh

73. Favorite greek god(dess)? Aphrodite

74. A legend from where you live that you like: The legend of “La Chasse Galerie”

75. Do you like art? What's your favourite work or artist? Yes and idk

76. Can you share your other social media? NO

77. Favourite youtubers? Markiplier / Tingting ASMR / Dancing Bacon

78. Favourite platform? Twitter / Youtube

79. How much time do you spend on the internet? Too much

80. What video games have you played? Which one's your favourite? Borderlands series - Skyrim - Fallout series - Sniper Elite 4 - Rainbow six series - Call of Duty Black Op - Minecraft - Red dead redemption - Assassin’s creed series - Resident Evil 5 and 6 - etc....

81. Your favourite books: Alyss from Patrick Senecal / Queen of the Damned - Anne Rice

82. Do you play board/card games? Yes I LOVE to play with friends and family.

83. Have you ever been to a night marathon in cinema? No

84. Favourite holiday: Halloween and Christmas

85. Are you into dramas? YES!!!!

86. Would you use death note, if you had one? YES

87. What changes would you make in the world, no matter how impossible, if you had the power to? I’d stop racism, bullying and open minds.

88. Could you survive a zombie apocalypse? HA! I don’t know, I want to believe that yes I could, but...I doubt.

89. If you had to be turned into a paranormal being, what would it be? Depends of the power that would come with the being (cause it changes depending on the culture) But a vampire would be my first choice.

90. What would you want to happen to you after your death? Be in peace and being able to see the loved one I lost at least one more time.

91. If you had to change your name, what would be your pick? I love my name I don’t want to change it.

92. Who would you switch your life with for a week? No one! other people’s life can look fun and interesting from outside, but sometimes with can be very surprised. So, I want to keep my life.

93. Pick an emoji to be your tattoo: NO! Never....

94. Write 3 things about yourself - only one of them must be true: I know all the lyrics of We will rock you - Queen / I’ve been threaten to death three times in my life / I had a car accident last year

95. Cold or hot? Neither...I like a perfect temperature

96. Be a hero or be a villain? OH! Be a villain who turns to be a hero.

97. Sing everything you want to say or rhyme? Both

98. Shapeshifting or controlling time? Shapeshifting

99. Be immortal or be immune to everything aside from natural death? Immune

100. Hope you enjoyed this list, if you have any question, don’t be afraid to ask ;)

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restingbritishface · 6 years

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whoops all of them

1: My name?

Adam Gabriel :) I’m not a fan of my last name though... can I have yours?

2: Do I have any nicknames? Not derivatives of my name, but you call me a lot of cute ones

3: Zodiac sign? Aries/Taurus

4: Video game I play to chill, not to win?Skyrim lol5: Book/series I reread? Rangers Apprentice or Percy Jackson 6: Aliens or ghosts? Ghosts7: Writer I trust enough to read whatever they write? You 8: Favourite radio station? Whatever actually plays a good song?9: Favourite flavour of anything? Chocolate? Or salty10: The word that I use all the time to describe something great? Awesome or great lol11: Favourite song? Currently I kissed a boy by Jupither12: The question you ask new friends to get to know them better? I just sort of ask random questions until we have something in common lol13: Favourite word? FUCK14: The last person who hurt me, did I forgive them? Forgiving them isn’t beneficial for me and they don’t think they need it, so no.15: Last song I listened to? I kissed a boy - jupither16: TV show I always recommend? Probably Brooklyn 99 lol I haven’t seen it but I’m behind it 100%17: Pirates or ninjas? Ninja pirates!18: Movie I watch when I'm feeling down? Wonder Woman or Moana19: Song that I always start my shuffle with/wake-up song/always-on-a-loop song? My alarm always plays either i kissed a boy or from the dining table 20: Favourite video games? Probably skyrim, I don’t play too many video games21: What am I most afraid of? Losing people I love22: A good quality of mine? I’m good at giving advice23: A bad quality of mine? Probably my pickiness with food lol. That, or the fact that I always feel like I have to earn good things before I can have them24: Cats or dogs? Kitties!25: Actor/actress you trust enough to watch whatever they're in? Mmmm I don’t really have one26: Favourite season? Autumn!27: Am I in a relationship? Hell yeah!28: Something I miss? Serotonin... best thing from my childhood rip29: My best friend? You!30: Eye colour? Blue?31: Hair colour? currently blondish red32: Someone I love? You!33: Someone I trust? You!34: Someone I always think about? You!35: Am I excited about anything? You!36: My current obsession? Gay shit37: Favourite TV shows as a child? Oooh hmm I liked a lot of Disney Channel shows

38: Do I have someone of the opposite sex that I can tell everything to? I don’t care enough about people’s genitals to know who the ~opposite sex~ is, plus intersex people exist so39: Am I superstitious? A little? Not really40: What do I think about most? Youuuuu41: Do I have any strange phobias? I have fear foods, does that count42: Do I prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? I live for the spotlight43: Favourite hobbies? Dancing! Singing! Getting overwhelmed with crippling depression!44: Last book I read? Simon and the Homo Sapiens Agenda45: Last film I watched? The Greatest Showman46: Do I play any instruments? Piano and guitar47: Favourite animal? Kitties or penguins!48: Top 5 blog on Tumblr that I follow? In no particular order: @misstheroses @charmingimmortality @beaniebaneenie @hclliish @slenderlof

49: Superpower I wish I could have? Flying would be fucking great50: How do I destress? I love to take long baths or talk to you51: Do I like confrontation? No, but I do like to communicate, so I guess that could be seen as confrontation52: When do I feel most at peace? When I feel like I pass and I’m around people who accept me53: What makes me smile? You, kitties, babies, genuine compliments54: Do I sleep with the lights on or off? Off ofc what am I a heathen?55: Play any sports? Dance is a sport so yes

56: What is my song of the week? oooh I like so many...57: Favourite drink? Fresh orange juice probably58: When did I last send a handwritten letter to somebody? Earlier this month to youuuu59: Afraid of heights? Nope60: Pet peeve? When people order a drink and don’t tell me the fuckin size like thanks for ordering a three shot 8 pump nonfat vanilla latte with no whip, carol, now tell me what size you want before i charge you for the large

61: What was the last concert I went to see? Oh god it was so long ago i don’t even remember62: Am I vegetarian/vegan/pescatarian? I’m mostly vegetarian except when my family makes me eat meat63: What occupation did I want to do when I was younger? I wanted to be a movie star lol64: Have I ever had a friend turn enemy? Yeah haha65: What fictional universe would I like to be a part of? Oooh idk maybe middle earth?

66: Something I worry about? Accidentally pushing people away

67: Scared of the dark? nope

68: Who are my best friends? I consider @misstheroses @charmingimmortality @slenderlof and @beaniebaneenie to be some of my best friends

69: What do I admire most about others? Their capacity for kindness even in a world that destroys it70: Can I sing? Well enough?71: Something I wish I could do? Move to london right now72: If I won the lottery, what would I do? a shit load of random acts of kindness, pay off my student loans, move to london and buy a flat, then open a queer cafe 73: Have I ever skipped school? I’ve skipped classes, but never an entire school day74: Favourite place on the planet? Wherever you are75: Where do I want to live? London76: Do I have any pets? Three cats and a doggo77: What is my current desktop picture? Wonder woman78: Early bird or night owl? Night owl for sure79: Sunsets or sunrise? Sunsets80: Can I drive? Yep81: Story behind my last kiss? Never been kissed lol82: Earphones or headphones? Earphones83: Have I ever had braces? Yep84: Story behind one of my scars? I scar super easily lol so i have a lot but when I was ~1 or so I got a cyst by my eye removed85: Favourite genre of music? Gay music86: Who is my hero? my boyfriend (it you)87: Favourite comic book character? Oooh Wonder Woman88: What makes me really angry? Assholes who purposefully fuck shit up89: Kindle or real book? I love real books90: Favourite sporty activity? Dancing91: What is one thing that isn’t taught in schools that should be? Non eurocentric history and queer inclusive sex ed92: What was my favourite subject at school? Probably English93: Siblings? I’ve got five94: What was the last thing I bought? Makeup95: How tall am I? 5′796: Can I cook? Yep it’s a lot of fun97: Can I bake? Yes yes yes98: 3 things I love? Babies, binders, and boys99: 3 things I hate? Cisheteronormativity, capitalism, and cunts100: Do I have more girl friends or boy friends? I have friend friends101: Who do I get on with better, girls or boys? Most of my friends don’t identify as only male or female so let’s just say cis boys are hard af to get on with102: Where was I born? In a hospital...?103: Sexual orientation? Gay af 104: Where do I currently live? Too fucking far away from you105: Last person I texted? You 106: Last time I cried? A little while ago? 107: Guilty pleasure? No such thing as guilty pleasures, you shouldn’t feel guilty about self-love108: Favourite Youtuber? I don’t really have one109: A photo of myself. Lmao nah110: Do I like selfies? I guess?111: Favourite game app? I don’t really have one?112: My relationship with my parents? As fucked up as capitalism haha113: Favourite accents? Oh my god I just love british accents they all sound like Tom Hiddleston oh my god so sexy114: A place I have not been but wish to visit? London115: Favourite number? 420 lmao116: Can I juggle? No haha117: Am I religious? nope118: Do I like space? yeah119: Do I like the deep ocean? scary cool120: Am I much of a daredevil? yeah tbh i can be121: Am I allergic to anything? penicillin lol and some other meds122: Can I curl my tongue? yep123: Can I wiggle my ears? no124: Do I like clowns? oh hell no125: The Beatles or Elvis? no thanks126: My current project? i’m working on nothing really currently lol127: Am I a bad loser? I can be tbh128: Do I admit when I wrong? i hate doing it but yeah129: Forest or beach? foresttttttt130: Favourite piece of advice? communicate!131: Am I a good liar? i can be if i have to but i’m terrible at lying to friends132: Hogwarts house / Divergent faction / Hunger Games district? Fairly hufflepuff, dauntless, and idk lol133: Do I talk to myself? not too much?134: Am I very social? if i know everyone i’d be hanging out with, then yes135: Do I like gossip? not really136: Do I keep a journal/diary? nope137: Have I ever hopelessly failed a test? i’ve had breakdowns for getting a b on a test so thank fuck no138: Do I believe in second chances? in certain circumstances139: If I found a wallet full of cash on the ground, what would I do? probably see if there’s any sort of id in there, but then hang around for a while to see if anyone comes looking for it. if they don’t, then i’d keep it140: Do I believe people are capable of change? to a certain extent141: Have I ever been underweight? lmao142: Am I ticklish? literally do not tickle me ever i will hurt you143: Have I ever been in a submarine? nope i’d die from claustrophobia144: Have I ever been on a plane? yep145: In a film about my life, who would I cast as myself, friends and family? oh i have no idea haha146: Have I ever been overweight? lmao147: Do I have any piercings? yeah but they closed up148: Which fictional character do I wish was real? Wonder woman149: Do I have any tattoos? not yet150: What is the best decision I have made in life so far? dating you151: Do I believe in Karma? sort of yeah152: Do I wear glasses or contacts? yep!153: What was my first car? the one i have now 154: Do I want children? i’d adopt, yeah155: Who is the most intelligent person I know? idek there’s so many types of intelligence156: My most embarrassing memory? omfg i don’t even know157: What makes me nostalgic? the smell of hairspray158: Have I ever pulled an all-nighter? yes it was not fun159: Which do I value more in others, brains or beauty? kindness160: What colour mostly dominates my wardrobe? dark colours, esp grey and red161: Have I ever had a paranormal experience? i heard a girl singing from inside my sister’s room but no one was in there, so there’s that162: What do I hate most about myself? oh boy where do I start... lol I get really dysphoric 163: What do I love most about myself? my eyes and my optimism164: Do I like adventure? hell yeah!165: Do I believe in fate? not really166: Favourite animal? kitties or penguins167: Have I ever been on radio? yeah actually i was when I was little168: Have I ever been on TV? not yet!169: How old am I? almost 20170: One of my favourite quotes? “You’re stronger than you believe”171: Do I hold grudges? yeah sometimes172: Do I trust easily? i like to think I dont’, but i trust way too easily haha173: Have I learnt from my mistakes? some of them174: Best gift I’ve ever received? love175: Do I dream? yep176: Have I ever had a night terror? yeahhhh177: Do I remember my dreams, and what is one that comes to mind? cuddling with my boyfriend in a hotel178: An experience that has made me stronger? i hate to say negative experiences made me stronger tbh i don’t know179: If I were immortal, what would I do? idk haha180: Do I like shopping? yeah but i hate spending money lmao181: If I could get away with a crime, what would I choose to do? rob a bank so i can help people182: What does “family” mean to me? people who completely love and accept you and support you183: What is my spirit animal? that’s cultural appropriation of native american culture184: How do I want to be remembered? as a kind person185: If I could master one skill, what would I choose? dance probably186: What is my greatest failure?187: What is my greatest achievement?188: Love or money? love189: Love or career? love190: If I could time travel, where and when would I want to go? i’d probably go to the past sometime191: What makes me the happiest? being myself192: What is “home” to me? wherever you are193: What motivates me?194: If I could choose my last words, what would they be? “go my son, be the biggest slut you can be”195: Would I ever want to encounter aliens? maybe if they’re nice196: A movie that scared me as a child? oooh hmm maybe terminator?197: Something I hated as a child that I like now? the gays lol198: Zombies or vampires? neither199: Live in the city or suburbs? city for sure200: Dragons or wizards? dragons201: A nightmare that has stayed with me? someone very close to me dying202: How do I define love? a deep connection to someone and a desire to support them and accept them 203: Do I judge a book by its cover? yeah i do that a lot204: Have I ever had my heart broken? yeah but i got over it real quick205: Do I like my handwriting? sort of206: Sweet or savoury? both207: Worst job I’ve had? customer service during christmas 208: Do I collect anything? memories209: Item of clothing or jewellery you’ll never see me without? probably my binder210: What is on my bucket list? travel the world, get married, be gay211: How do I handle anger? i don’t handle it well haha 212: Was I named after anyone? my birth name, yes, my real name, no213: Do I use sarcasm a lot? oh hell no I never do that214: What TV character am I most like? idk someone tell me lol215: What is the weirdest talent I have? i’m not sure?216: Favourite fictional character? Wonder Woman and any queer person in any book ever

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INTERVIEW WITH LORD SAIYAN

In Spawn’s first interview ever, we speak to Lord Saiyan. In this coveted interview we learned that the Washington State resideing rapper is so much more than just an Ape fanatic from first glance. With a nostalgic embrace from DBZ (Dragon Ball Z) to a fantastical drug from Skyrim, influences that make this artist who he is are prevalent throughout himself and his music. If you’d like to learn more about Lord Saiyan keep reading, as we discuss some pretty important topics in relation to where Lord Saiyan is going with his music, future releases, and even evolutionary theory..

I just want to say, first and foremost thank you for being the first person to be interviewed for Spawn, it means a lot. I’d like to start off this interview asking you what do you hope to express to the masses / have perceived over the course of your lifespan as a artist?

LS: Your welcome & thank you, I like to express the evolution theory, the idea that man is ape. When I was a kid I was always fascinated with history, mostly ancient, I think we can all learn from it.

When you think about now and how we technically will be part of history, what do you hope would be the most memorable about the underground scene and why?

LS: I think it’s just crazy how diverse the scene is, also how good it is. Especially on the producer side. I guess I am pretty new to the underground scene so I still have a lot of artist to catch up on.

Okay, to backtrack a little you mentioned something about “man being ape” (not those words exactly), but I wanted to bring it up cause the ape symbolism is a prevalent part of you as a artist. Care to elaborate on the topic of ape’s? I mean, evolutionary wise we are related to the ape in some way, so there’s truth to that, but what is your testimony / outlook about it?

LS: Ever since a kid I just felt connected to chimpanzees to be honest, but recently with rap I want to make more people aware of it. It all started for my love of dragon ball z, I needed a new cool rap name and I started to go by saiyan or supasaiyan. I have natural blonde hair so that’s why I wanted the “Saiyan”, I added the “lord” later for a medieval feel. Anyways I always thought it was weird in dragon ball z that saiyans although an alien race was mostly human and when they lash out in rage during a full moon it’s like they devolve back into a beast, an ape. So that’s what I do whenever I make music, I devolve from what I came, my tone becomes more brute and my expression is more violent. It’s also just an aesthetic that I find attractive, ape like things. I just love it in all.

Why do you have an love for dragon ball z? Do you think that if you never had an admiration for the show while growing up that you would still end up being “lord saiyan”?

LS: Probably not, if I didn’t watch it late at night I’d probably be something else, the show made me cry as a kid it was the most emotional thing, all about saving the world and shit it was epic. But I love Japanese media/culture like Godzilla and so on. However most rap titled as “anime rap” I do not like personally.

Why are you not fond of “anime rap” and what subcategory would you put yourself in? I’d also like to ask, how do you feel about the show now? Is there anything that that came after in your life for you that made you feel like how DBZ did?

LS: I’m just going for a different feel, I’m not sure what to categorize myself in but I’m going for a ancient trap kinda metal feel. Ofcourse, dbz now or “dbs” is okay I’m not really keeping up to date. I liked the earlier episodes. But I’ve gotten into pretty much everything there is when it comes to fantasy, lord of the rings type and so on. I also enjoy science fiction story telling, I’m a geek. So you can kinda see the hints in my music I think.

From what I’ve retained so far, there’s plenty of things you are passionate about / like, and I’m just curious to know how some of these things influence you as artist, since you said you feel as though you think people can kind of see the hints in your music. Care to share any examples that may have gone over our heads?

LS: Sure like “skaven”& “warp” when I scream war like “waghhhh” these are all warhammer fantasy references. I also like to reference elder scrolls a lot like “skooma” which is a drug in Skyrim basically.

Whilst looking at your Soundcloud I noticed you have quite a few songs including a whole tape produced “Reptilian God Mana”. What’s your relationship like with him?

LS: Yeah I found him on SoundCloud from his early raps and noticed he produced too so asked if I could cop a few, ended up being my favorite producer of the time. We also met a couple times I went to his first performance and he just happened to make it to mine in Portland so we’re good pals.

Where do you reside at now, and how did you end up doing your first show in Portland?

LS: I stay in Washington state just over the bridge of Portland, I opened for ghostemane and it was a blast. It was actually at a indoor skatepark called dblock.

Can we expect more produced songs by Mana on your upcoming “ApeLord” tape?

LS: Unfortunately no mana produced tracks right now. “Apelord” will actually be fully produced by Prxphet. It’s going to be a “series” as I call it, because I release the songs like episodes, one week at a time or so.

When do think you’ll complete the Apelord series? Also are “Caveman” & “Dark Force” just singles or are they ‘episodes’ part of the Apelord series?

LS: “Dark Force” I just wanted to drop off to officially announce what’s coming, but cavemen is its own thing, in the end you’ll know the final product of ApeLord im planning big things.

Why should people listen to you opposed to listening to another artists with a similar sound or belonging to the same “genre”, I use that term loosely btw. What do you offer that you feel people like the most about you?

LS: I just don’t hear my sound really anywhere else, I like mixing everything from auto tune high pitch singing in the background to ape grunts all created by me, i want to give instinct animal feel, barely human. I also wanna collab with the best talent I can find, mostly rappers who can chop it up like me, keep up. Aggressive fast flows/ ignorance is half of the rap scene if not way more… but I still feel different enough to be considered my own lane perhaps.

Ok, I think in conclusion I want to ask “Who are you?” And I’ll leave that question up to you to interpret however you’d like. Thank you for being the first to be interviewed by Spawn, it’s appreciated.

LS: Lord Saiyan is who I wanna be, overall I just never want to work a day in my life without music involved. I always wanted to create, from movies to books I’ve tried it all in some form. I think music is where I will stay. Thank you for interviewing me.

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tastesoftamriel · 7 years

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how about...Markarth with Cicero? I love that jester. :)

"What is the music of life?" "Silence, my brother." Brynjolf said, and the Black Door opened into darkness. Delvin and Brynjolf strode in nonchalantly, then pulled me in after them when they realised I was still standing outside looking green around the gills. "Relax, lass. The Brotherhood are friends, and they wouldn't hurt any of us. Likewise, keep your hands to yourself while we're here, and there won't be any trouble." My second in command tried to reassure me, as we walked into the antechamber and were greeted by Astrid, the leader of the Skyrim Brotherhood. She welcomed us warmly (for a murderer) and beckoned us down to the main hall where several assassins stood waiting. There stood a Redguard named Nazir, Babette, a vampire girl, and inexplicably, a man in a jester's outfit, who was introduced as Cicero. As if I weren't nervous enough, the jester capered around and talked to himself in a sing-song voice, which everyone else ignored as if it was totally normal. Drinks and nibbles were brought out, and I mingled uneasily, wanting to get back to Riften and away from the Brotherhood lunatics as soon as possible. Alas, that was not to be.

Brynjolf was in an animated conversation with Astrid, and suddenly they turned to stare at me. Astrid beckoned me over, and I gulped, chewing my lip. "Talviel! After all the stories we finally meet. In fact, you're the only member of the Thieves Guild who hasn't done a partnership contract with the Dark Brotherhood, if I'm not mistaken." She smiled, and my heart sank to my stomach. "Yes, well, I appreciate the alliance between our groups and hope to keep it that way. I'm just uh...very busy with Guildmaster things. Yes." I choked out, trying to dodge the situation. "Ah, lass, but we were just saying we've got just the job for you! There's a family in Markarth that we've been contracted for a burglary, and it just so happens that the patriarch of said family needs to be done in as well. Someone really has it in for them. I think you'll do perfectly for the job, and you can head off as soon as you like." Brynjolf said. "Okay, fine. As long as my travelling companion doesn't get in the way, I'll get it done with. Who's coming with me?" I sighed. A high pitched voice giggled behind me. "Cicero will! Oh, such fun we'll have together!" He giggled, and I struggled to contain the expression of horror on my face. No, no, not him.

The next day, we set off to Markarth on horseback, when all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball. I didn't like the Dark Brotherhood one bit. I didn't want a team job to keep the peace. I really, really didn't want to spend a second more than I had to with Cicero. It seemed that the man was incapable of shutting up, and I wondered how his brothers and sisters hadn't already murdered him. "Such pretty hair you have, oh Mother would love it so!" He chirped, swinging his legs from the stirrups. Mother this, mother that. After hours and hours of uninterrupted chatter, I couldn't take it anymore. "Cicero, who is your mother, if you don't mind me asking?" I snapped. The jester suddenly grew serious. "Oh, Mother? Did you not say hello to her at the sanctuary? What a shame! But wait, Cicero remembers! You have met mother! Oh yes you have!" "What in Tamriel are you talking about?" "You met poor Cicero and Mother on the road with the broken cart from Cyrodiil, oh no! Do you remember?" I smiled and nodded, just to get him to stop talking to me. If the music of life was silence, the madman was definitely in the wrong job.

After what seemed like an era, we made it to Markarth. Before I could even dismount from the saddle, Cicero had run off towards the gates, cackling. "No, wait! Stop!" I shouted, but he was gone. Sighing, I made my way into the city to scout out our mark. Making my way along the narrow winding stone staircases, I reached the house, only to find that the door had been kicked in. A wet thunking sound came from within, punctuated by nonsensical singing. The jester had clearly wasted no time getting to work. I walked in, and saw not one, but four dead people strewn around the living room with their throats slit. Cicero was sitting on one of them, merrily stabbing the chest of a portly man repeatedly. I retched and threw up, unable to believe my eyes. What kind of lunatic had they sent me to work with?

Cicero heard me vomiting and looked up from the corpse. "Oh, hello friend! Cicero decided to help clear the way for you to steal all the lovely shiny things! Of course the whole family was sitting and having no fun so I decided to start the party before you arrived!" He grinned, gesturing at his handiwork. "Very...good. Good job. Okay, now please leave. Please. Talviel has work to do." I sputtered, unable to believe what a nightmare I was in. I quickly grabbed all the items I needed and threw them in my satchel, only to come back to the main room to find Cicero lying on the floor, making blood angels. "Cicero! Stop that at once! Let me find you some clean clothes, you can't leave here looking like that! Oh Talos, where's the bath in this house..." I moaned, covering my eyes before I could throw up again. "A bath? Cicero loves baths!" The jester squeaked with delight, and bolted out the front door. I dashed after him, but it was too late. The idiot had leapt from the lip of the cliff the house was on, and into the waterfall below. Part of me hoped he had broken his neck or drowned, but I ran down the stairs to the river as fast as I could.

Cicero was completely unharmed, and was doing backstrokes while whistling a merry tune. "Stop it! Get out of there right now!" I hissed, but he paid me no mind. Without a choice, I jumped into the river and tried to wrangle him to dry land, but he resisted. "The water is lovely! Lovely! Oh, yes a bath was just what Cicero needed." He smiled, splashing about as people stared. The leader of the Thieves Guild and a member of the Dark Brotherhood, attracting attention out in broad daylight, wrestling beneath a waterfall in Markarth. "What the fuck am I doing with my life?" I groaned, dragging Cicero out by the scruff of his collar as he whooped with glee. "Such fun! Oh, Cicero is so glad that we've become the best of friends!"

#Writing #Asks #Fic #fic writing #fan fic #Skyrim

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freewlll-remade-blog · 7 years

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tagged by @dunmerhealer i lov u but this is so long

Rules: Answer all questions and tag 20 people.

1. What is your nickname?

Chupa, Chupacabra, fancy Lancey!

2. What is your zodiac sign?

taurus!!

3. What is your favorite book series?

the harry potter books. i’m questioning ron as well

4. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts?

yes!! absolutely!! i 100% believe in both.

5. Who is your favorite author?

i used to really be into jerry spinelli, especially the book smiles to go.

6. What is your current favorite song?

lowlife by poppy omg

7. What is your favorite word?

lonely, bismuth, charismatic are my favorite words.

8. What was the last song you listened to?

bliss by muse!

9. What TV show would you recommend for everybody to watch?

pretty little liars and izombie!! both are incredible.

10. What is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down?

ummmm deadpool omg

11. Do you play video games?

yeah!! skyrim is a big special interest for me!!

12. What is your biggest fear?

suffocation and people i care about being disappointed in me.

13. What is your best quality, in your opinion?

i’m always willing to try my best and i’m passionate!

14. What is your worst quality, in your opinion?

ummm i’m too hard on myself all the time and i give up easily.

15. What is your favorite season?

winter!

16. Are you in a relationship?

nope!! but i am crushing on someone.

17. What is something you miss from your childhood?

my parents not hating me lmao

18. Who is your best friend?

um probably sage, miles, scout, or my friend tj! i hope the people i mention consider me their close friends too ;;;

19. What is your eye color?

brown and gold !!

20. What is your hair color?

caramel brown

21. Who is someone you love?

my best friends! see #18.

22. Who is someone you trust?

my bestest friend in the whole world tj

23. Who is someone you think about often?

see question 18 and also keith kogane

24. Are you currently excited about/for something?

voltron season 4 and grand rapids comic con!

25. What is your biggest obsession?

skyrim !!! oh my gosh i love skyrim so much

26. What was your favorite TV show as a child?

i don’t know... i didn’t watch a ton of tv as a kid.

27. Do you have any unusual phobias?

i am terrified to death of ants!

28. Do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it?

either! usually behind but w/e

29. What is your favorite hobby?

uhhh i collect books in skyrim and i enjoy thinking about death

30. What was the last book you read?

the harry potter books!!!

31. What was the last movie you watched?

uhh either deadpool or sleeping beauty

32. What musical instruments do you play, if any?

uhhh i sing but i can play bass clarinet fairly well

33. What is your favorite animal?

an octopus hands down. or a bulldog idk

34. What are your top 5 favorite Tumblr blogs that you follow?

uhhhhhh @dunmerhealer @gta-v @cryptidquill @depressionmeal and @sayakuro are all lovely

35. What superpower do you wish you had?

shape shifting or getting a good nights sleep

36. When and where do you feel most at peace?

while playing skyrim, singing

37. What makes you smile?

my friends and my dog!

38. What sports do you play, if any?

i do competitive swimming and avoiding my emotionally abusive parents

39. What is your favorite drink?

cherry cola or root beer from mug n bun

40. Are you afraid of heights?

eh not really

41. What is your biggest pet peeve?

people talking/making a bunch of noise during my tv shows

42. Have you ever been to a concert?

yeah!

43. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?

a potion maker!!!

44. What fictional world would you like to live in?

tamriel or w/e universe the sims takes place in

45. What is something you worry about?

besides literally everything? whether people hate me or not

46. Are you scared of the dark?

depends, it scares me at times

47. Do you like to sing?

yes yes yes i love to sing

48. Have you ever skipped school?

yeah, a couple times;;;

49. What is your favorite place on the planet?

my bed.

50. Where would you like to live?

ideally? the arctic circle bc it’s cold and dry without mosquitoes but probably somewhere like canada or something where im not gonna be a victim of a hate crime

51. Do you have any pets?

uhhhh yeah! i have a dog and a cat and one fish!

52. Are you more of an early bird or a night owl?

night owl, definitely.

53. Do you like sunrises or sunsets better?

uhhh sunrise when i’m awake for them

54. Do you know how to drive?

yeah but i don’t like it...

55. Do you prefer earbuds or headphones?

earbuds are easier for me but either way idc

56. Have you ever had braces?

nope! my teeth are the only straight thing about me

57. What is your favorite genre of music?

i like everything except reggae and country, but i usually listen to rap, pop, and alt rock/pop

58. Who is your hero?

ummmm maybe marsha p. johnson...

59. Do you read comic books?

sometimes, i prefer graphic novels.

60. What makes you the most angry?

a lot of things but mostly people who are mean to ppl in the service industry (servers, customer service ppl, etc)

61. Do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real book?

it totally depends on what i’m reading.

62. What is your favorite subject in school?

history probably. i love ancient history.

63. Do you have any siblings?

just one. but.... i don’t like him much.

64. What was the last thing you bought?

scab blood and liquid latex.

65. How tall are you?

5′6 i think?

66. Can you cook?

yeah! i love to cook!!! :3

67. What are three things that you love?

tes (especially skyrim), my friends, and my dog

68. What are three things that you hate?

people talking during my shows, clusters of bugs, and the bubbling thing pancakes do

69. What is your sexual orientation?

im a gay ol boy

70. Where do you currently live?

michigan!!

71. Who was the last person you texted?

ummm tj

72. When was the last time you cried?

like yesterday oh my god

73. Who is your favorite YouTuber?

i like dan and phil, and i like buzzfeed for buzzfeed unsolved.

74. Do you like to take selfies?

... yeah

75. What is your favorite app?

when i had a smartphone, i loved snapchat

76. What is your relationship with your parent(s) like?

..... no comment.

77. What is your favorite foreign accent?

i don’t have one....

78. What is a place that you’ve never been to, but you want to visit?

petra in jordan!!

79. What is your favorite number?

420 ayyyyyyy

80. Do you find outer space of the deep ocean to be more interesting?

deep ocean but i’m scared of both bc i’m scared of wide open spaces

81. Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil?

at best an adrenaline junkie?

82. Are you allergic to anything?

nope!

83. Can you wiggle your ears?

yeah! i taught myself how.

84. How often do you admit that you were wrong about something?

not often. blame it on the fact that im a taurus

85. Do you prefer the forest or the beach?

the forest. i’m not a fan of the beach...

86. What is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you?

that i need to figure out other people’s love language to have better relationships with people

87. Are you a good liar?

yeah...

88. What is your Hogwarts House?

im hufflepuff as huffle-fuck

89. Do you talk to yourself?

yeah, or i talk to teeny. teeny is a voice in my head ig?

90. Are you an introvert or an extrovert?

im actually really extroverted!

91. Do you keep a journal/diary?

no. i’m not very good at keeping up with one

92. Do you believe in second chances?

no, but i give them to people anyways

93. Do you believe that people are capable of change?

not really.

94. Are you ticklish?

not if anyone asks!

95. Have you ever been on a plane?

yeah! i love flying on planes actually!

96. Do you have any piercings?

yeah i used to but all ear piercings get infected.

97. What fictional character do you wish was real?

shiro. i think.... i think he would be proud of all i’ve done...

98. Do you have any tattoos?

yeah! i have a moon on my inner arm near my elbow, harry potter tattoos on my inner ankles, and a bee on my outer left ankle. all small, all stick and poke

99. What is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far?

coming out as trans ig?

100. Do you believe in karma?

yeah, kinda. i more believe “talk shit, get hit”

101. Do you wear glasses or contacts?

glasses!

102. Do you want children?

not really...

103. Who is the smartest person you know?

i don’t know.

104. What is your most embarrassing memory? (EMETO WARNING FOR THIS ONE)

chugging a 20oz mountain dew in choir and then puking it up less than 10 minutes later

105. Have you ever pulled an all-nighter?

yep.

106. What color are most of your clothes?

i have a variety of colors but a lot of black and blue

107. Do you like adventures?

sometimes!

108. Have you ever been on TV?

no, i don’t think so!

109. How old are you?

17!

110. What is your favorite quote?

We never taste perfect joy; our happiest successes are mixed with sadness. - Pierre Corneille

111. Do you prefer sweet or savory foods?

i like both, but i love sweet

112. Have your friends ever badly disappointed you?

yeah.

113. What is your favorite scent?

rain, lemonade, fresh washed strawberries, green apple shampoo

114. Random fact you know?

uhhhhhhhhh im gay?

115. What is your opinion on long distance relationships?

i am in a lot of them bc im ugly irl

alright!!! i’m not tagging anyone bc i don’t want anyone else to be like me and spend over 45 minutes doing this

#oh my god this was so long

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dashed hope, lot #??? - 2016

“Dearest (---),

This is perhaps the first of many letters that I’m writing to you. It’s the Thursday after we went to the Panic! At the Disco concert. I have had the unfortunate experience of watching my life go by in an unfettered blur of color and emotion, so this time, I want to capture as much of it as I can.

Why am I doing this? you might be thinking. This is a bit too cheesy for me, or this is so cliché of a young lover to do. Well, let me tell you. There is too much in this world to be had, and therefore, much too much to be lost in the turning of Earth (shut up, it sounded good in my head). There are things I have told you, will tell you, might tell you, and will never tell you. This is because I have learned that time is sacred and fleeting, but none more so than our memories that fill it.

(Pretty much what I’m going to say is that I’m gonna write shit down so I won’t forget it.)

Let’s take it back to the beginning.

It all fell into place with an almost unconscious twitch of a thumb over your Tinder profile on my cracked phone screen. I remember it well: I was weeks away from graduating high school, sitting at the back of the muggiest, smelliest, most distinctly unpleasant school bus in a stupid Skyrim T-shirt. The second I tapped the heart, it began a huge chain of events that I in my short, uneventful life would never have predicted. I sent you a message and promptly forgot about you for a month and a half (by know you’d probably know this is typical of me). I even deleted the goddamn app after flimsy liaisons with high school friends, stupid teenage sexuality and heartbreak. It was on a whim I even got it back, and found you’d sent me another message. Another message, by Jehovah. To me. Maybe it was the old self-deprecation coming back, me thinking why would he message me? What is there so special about me that he messaged me back? Perhaps I read too much into it at the time; for all I knew you’d messaged me back on a whim as well. Needless to say, I was pleasantly surprised and terrified that my metaphorical fishing pole would go slack (oh, that’s so horrible and objectifying, but it sounded cool.)

Let’s take it forward.

Long story short, I had and extra ticket to Panic! and Weezer, lied to my father, and canceled with a friend about 30 minutes before she was due to pick me up when you texted me back. 30 seconds before I met you, I stood at the green Publix railing, overlooking the parking lot, hoping I looked edgy or cool or some shit staring into the sunlight, but in reality it blinded me momentarily to the point that I didn’t register you coming up to greet me for a few seconds. We were both uneasy, curious, definitely shy. To be honest, I always feel that tinge of nausea before meeting with someone and a thousand thoughts race through my mind at once, but this time it was replaced with a sense of…placidity (if that even is a word). You looked a little different from your picture, but I could tell it was you (I cannot tell you how much my friends freaked me out about catfishing, but that’s beside the point). You reminded me of my brother. Your eyes were soft behind your bulky glasses (I smile even thinking about it now), your hair was short in the strict marine cut, and you wore a Pac-Man T-shirt. A fucking Pac-Man T-shirt. Immediately I knew I could let myself be at ease around you. In fact, I think the first thing I said to you was “Just letting you know, I curse like a sailor” and you smiled and responded “I am a sailor.” I won’t deny that it made my heart leap a bit – finally, someone even my goddamn FATHER couldn’t find a problem with. By God, that smile. I’m probably going to repeat so much sappy shit about it later but right now I will tell you it is one of the most beautiful smiles I have ever seen and I want to see it again. It is by no means dazzling, nor ethereal, nor Hollywood (sorry), but it came so naturally and so softly that it reminded me of the feeling when a flower petal catches on the wind, drifts a bit, and gently touches down on an open palm. There’s really no words to describe it, but I can feel it. It’s not like my aunt’s flashing teeth and blazing eyes, nor a half-snarl half-grin my brother shows me. It was soft and welcoming and it drew me impossibly close and much too fast.

We drove in your friend’s truck to D.I. It was black and had an Illinois license plate and you shyly asked if I was more comfortable driving (I almost said yes. I would have killed us both). We made small talk along the way, nothing really important – what do you like to do, where are you from, that sort of small shit. We made an inappropriate joke about your friend Seaman Guzler (or Guzzler, I have no idea.) I wanted to reach out and touch you, but our knowledge of each other was so small and premature that I held back. I’d always been cautious with taking an instant liking to people, but goddamn, this was hard. I kept stealing glances at you the whole way, and I could see that you were too.

We arrived. No fanfare, just small talk about finding our seats. I stopped and asked to take a picture with you. I didn’t know whether I wanted to show it off to friends, keep it for myself, send to you – but it was a perfect picture. I’m looking at it as I write. Our eyes are similar in the way they close against the sunlight. Our teeth present themselves equally. In my eyes, we were happy to just be. Just be. Just be. Just be. I felt no nervousness, no driving need to impress you. You’re the kind of person that I felt I could be in a companionable silence with (but of course I felt awkward and tried to fill every waking minute with conversation). I just wanted to share. Share in our love for the band, for my hometown, even felt like sharing a bit of budding love for me (if that’s not too conceited). I started to like you.

The concert was a blur. Seeing friends, talking about ourselves, laughing at the emo teenagers in the front row, the uncomfortable parents with them, the thirtysomethings that came to feel eighteen again. I learned you played viola and my heart SOARED. I love music as if it were a secondary lover, and finally I had found someone who was the same (we were a bit too alike in some ways). I fell in love with my stand partner for the reason that we shared in a passion reserved for few. In fact, the night after the concert, I took my viola from its case after a month and played it again. It felt so good – almost as good as kissing you – but we’re not there yet.

We watched Brendon Urie steal our eyes, rumble beneath our fingertips, steal our breath. At one point I just completely let go and started dancing and I kept psychically wishing you’d join me. You did, hesitantly. You stood up, then after a while kind of bobbed your head, sneaking a glance at me every time I turned to look at you. Finally you let go just a little more, mouthing along, smiling, clapping, maybe cheering. I wanted to see you let down your hair a little bit (NO HAIR JOKES PLEASE NOW IS NOT THE TIME). Stupid thoughts flooded my mind – make sure he has a good time before he’s gone. Don’t let this one slip through your fingers. You’re going to fuck this up like you have every time. When Brendon said “Love whoever the fuck you want,” I leaned over, grabbed your shoulder and whooped and hollered with the crowd, and I felt your hand on my back. It was gentle. Solid. Warm. And it was over. The concert was over, my breath was gone, but you were still there and I became painfully aware of how I seemed in your eyes. My immediate fear was that I could not dazzle you in the way Brendon had, leave you wanting more and maybe to see me one more time. We talked about music again as Weezer set up. You told me about The 303, and I promised not to judge you for going to see Big Time Rush (I had no idea who they were – I just played along). We stayed for a few Weezer songs after Buddy Holly didn’t play. And then we left – this time, me following you up into the darkness of the stadium. We hit the merch stand – after I thought I lost my credit card you offered to get something for me – which I tried to deny. You bought a flag just as I found that card, and I was terrified of you showing me such a length of kindness that I ignored it and bought one for myself – I don’t know if I’m reading into this correctly, but I panicked.

We walked around the tiny strip mall, talking about everything. I learned you were from Denair, you tried cow tipping, you were bisexual, you picked almonds, we both love history, and farming and animals and pretty much a lot of things. You told me about your brothers, who I think you sent a not-so-flattering picture of me to. I worried about your sister for a bit with you, her being only sixteen and trying to take on the world. I realized I wasn’t much different. Maybe a bit older, but with the same thirst for wonder. We talked about so much that at one point I stopped and said “where are we even going?” and it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter as we got into the car and drove off into the darkness at which point you asked me, “Hey, are you a fan of Hamilton?” I knew then some gears somewhere began to turn with a great rusty clamor. We drove home, laughing and singing and cracking jokes, all coming much faster than they had before the sun set. I loved sitting there and joking with you as the lights of the highway flashed past us.

Hamilton was still playing when you pulled up into my driveway – I was afraid you’d let me out on the side of my yard and wave and drive off – but you pulled in, stopped, and looked at me. I remember thinking, this is where something happens that will determine whether you see him again. So I said, like an idiot, “I’d really like to see you again.” You said “me too,” and I leaned in and kissed your cheek and attempted to leave without showing the blush creeping up my cheeks but I had to look back at you. You said, so softly, so simply, “hey, come back here.” And I keep trying to play it out in slow motion, but I can’t. We leaned into each other, so perfectly and fluidly it was as if we’d done it a hundred thousand times before. I felt your lips on mine and they were so gentle and did not try to take over. We melded together. I felt no sparks of electricity, but a sudden warmth and a filling in my chest as we moved against each other’s lips while “Thomas Jefferson” filled the car, but I was momentarily deaf to everything. I opened my eyes a few times, and I thought you were beautiful as you were kissing me. I felt a barrier of some kind shatter into a hundred pieces and we touched each other. You caressed my face, I grasped the back of your neck – I think I dug my nails into you. Sorry, old sexy habits die hard – and your lips were so, so good. I’ve kissed many people in my life. Nothing had ever felt so fitted and lovely – yes, I felt their skin and breath, but never this swelling in my chest before. Even now as I think of it I feel it again and I shiver and I stop whatever I’m doing to look up and smile (I did it at work so much that people stopped to ask me if I was ok because I’d zone out for a few seconds). And there it was –like the concert, like your laughing, you left me wanting more. So much more. Maybe. We leaned our foreheads against each other in a moment so goddamn tender I felt it was too much, so much too soon, but you smiled and said, “Yep. You are awesome.”

I think I said, “I always ask myself what a guy like you sees in a dork like me, but now I think I have my answer.” I remember I kissed you once more as I swung my legs out of the truck and smiled coyly at you and said, “text, me, sailor,” and tried not to look back as I attempted to leave you with the same feeling you left me with. And your headlights did not fade out of my driveway until I went up to my bedroom. I waved, but I don’t think you saw. I wonder if you sat there, still feeling my lips on yours, mind whirling, skin tingling, attempting to process it all just as I did as the lights of your truck moved away and became no more than dots in the distance.

In other words, I think I like you.”

tl:dr, 18-year-old me was a fucking airhead with a dumb fucking crush and learned his first hard lesson that romance is shit and love at first sight is a fuckin Wal-Mart Ad for sad people

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