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kookaburra1701 · 9 months

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I know you deal in adopted NPCs, so I'm gonna ask some specific ones based on that :>

For Kaidan: What is their stance on taking a life? Do they kill without a second thought, in the name of a god or daedra, or do they adhere to pacifism? For Lucien: Do they regret journeying to Skyrim? (You have to understand how much I restrained myself from asking "what's his opinion on the bandit problem?") For Pascale: If they are a magic user, what is their favorite school of magic? Do they have a natural talent for magic, or does it require diligence and study? For Borgakh: What is their favorite kind of food that can only be found in Skyrim? For Olur: What are their opinions on the civil war? Do they support a side or leave them to their own devices?

Hello friend! Heh you know me very well with my habit of adopting NPCs and shaking them very hard giving them loving safe homes. For this ask game I will take a page out of your book and answer in-character. :D

For Kaidan: What is their stance on taking a life?

"If you're doubting the strength of my sword-arm, you've no need to worry. I've killed many things, many people; I haven't lost a patron yet! To tell the truth... I used to not think about it at all. Brynjar never talked about how he felt when he had to kill someone, but by that time whenever we weren't on a job he was always at the bottom of a bottle, so maybe it bothered him more than he let on."

Do they kill without a second thought, in the name of a god or daedra, or do they adhere to pacifism?

"A pacifist? Do you know what a sell-sword is? I'll give you a hint, I'm not a shopkeeper specializing in edged weapons. The only thing anyone in Skyrim needs to know is that I was brought up by and as a Nord, and I honor our traditions. I call upon Kyne for strength, if She feels I'm worthy. Anything more is no one's business but my own."

For Lucien: Do they regret journeying to Skyrim?

"Skyrim, on the whole, has been simply marvelous! I'll grant you there were some slight hiccups in the beginning. And a few brushes with certain death in the middle. Some recent moments where I thought it would all end. But it all worked out ! And just think about all the exciting adventures I would have missed if I'd decided to stay in the Imperial City, locked up in some tower only reading about the things I've seen! I thought I'd be fortunate to write a few treatises, but now I've got enough material for at least ten volumes!"

(You have to understand how much I restrained myself from asking "what's his opinion on the bandit problem?")

"If that's supposed to be a joke I'm not laughing. Sit down Kaidan. I'm going to assume you didn't mean anything by it, and we're all going to forget it was ever asked."

For Pascale: If they are a magic user, what is their favorite school of magic?

"Oh I adore Conjuration! People don't seem to know all the things you can summon - sure they know about weapons like bows and swords, but did you know there's things like furniture in Oblivion? You can take it, too! Sometimes there's sticky stuff on it or it smells bad, but if you keep trying you'll usually get something good. Lockpicks are my favorite. And that doesn't even touch on my familiar, or atronachs! Conjuration means never being lonely, and your new friend has to do what you say!"

Do they have a natural talent for magic, or does it require diligence and study?

"Mistress Clarreau -my governess- said that I had the largest magicka pool of any of her students! I didn't have to study for most spells at all, but she always making me do exercises and such like. Do you know how tedious it is to light and extinguish a candle flame one hundred times when you could just as well burn the entire castle to ash with a thought? It's very tedious. Maybe I wouldn't want to burn down the castle if I didn't have to do such ridiculous things as exercises."

For Borgakh: What is their favorite kind of food that can only be found in Skyrim?

"My favorite food can now only be found in the Ashpit, Outlander. And that is if Hearth-Wife Grutha feels like giving the slaves who serve there her recipe golden-cup mushroom and goat cheese pasty."

For Olur: What are their opinions on the civil war?

"It's a lot of humans fighting a long way from here over one of their gods. The chaplains in the Legion always said the gods were better than Daedra like Malacath but if they were they wouldn't need mortals to fight for them, to my way of thinking. But if things go too poorly for the Legion they're going start calling up levies, and those of us who have served before will be first on the lists. I hope Mor Khazgur is too isolated for them to bother with me."

Do they support a side or leave them to their own devices?

"The last time a lot of Nords calling themselves "Stormcloaks" came through the Reach things were bad. I was very young, but I remember the smoke from the burning Reachclan camps turning the sun red, and the air poisonous. You know the stronghold Rahkzuga Yal? No you don't, because it doesn't exist any more. The Nords in blue didn't care if what they burned belonged to Reachclans or not, only that it didn't belong to Nords. The Chief and his Shield-Wife died defending their stronghold, and it still burned. Now his son Ghunzul and the Rahkzuga clan is having to make do in some ruin down south in Falkreath. I don't know why they didn't clear out of Skyrim altogether but they always were strange ones.

"But that doesn't answer your question. I support whichever side will leave Mor Khazgur alone, and not meddle in things they don't understand. I don't understand the Reachfolk and their hagravens so I don't meddle with them, and things are just fine as long as outsiders don't get involved. If only more people acted like me."

#kbs asks #skyrim oc asks #kb writes #kaidan 2 #kaidan skyrim #lucien flavius #oc:pascale #borgakh the steel heart #olur

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bretongirlwrites · 10 months

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Heya

Hope you're doing well!

From the 'nirnbuilding' prompts, how about: Mortifying table manners

(a large force from Windhelm attended the dragon attack on Kynesgrove along with the Dragonborn and co. Afterwards Ulfric put on a feast in what he thought was traditional Nordic style)

The dragon defeated, all that remained was to defeat the feast which, – at ludicrous expense and so to the extra delight of every unpaying guest, – had been prepared for us. Those remaining in the Palace that day, had been jostled about by busy servants, and tempted beyond measure by the smells of things roasting below stairs, – we however unprepared, were perfectly astounded, upon finding the hall transformed, a Nordic banquet spread before us: the sort of illustration one finds in Cyrodiilic picture-books about the extravagantly barbaric customs of Skyrim, – a thing, in short, of legend.

Arrows which yesterday had struck scales and burnt in flame, today had, less heroically, pierced grouse and deer and sparrow; servants overworked on the regular, delivered precarious plates to the table and went away rubbing their eyes; and the force of the Windhelm militia, who yesterday had sung their way into battle, now sang with more force and unison, on approaching this feast. And Ulfric Stormcloak himself, who had hardly dealt a blow yesterday, picked up his carving-knife as if it were his finest sword; and cut flesh.

There was little of the ceremony which had so elongated the dinner in Whiterun: only a pronouncement in some archaic dialect that few could understand; and we may begin. I went at once for some sort of fowl, and a tureen of snowberry sauce offered by a neighbour; but Marcurio going first for his napkin and cutlery, found himself immediately disappointed.

'Where is my fork?' said he: 'oh! I only have a knife. Do you have a fork?'

'No,' said I: 'I think the Empire brought them to Skyrim, or something, –'

'Well, at least we did something right,' said he looking piteously at his sauce-drenched trencher: 'how am I supposed to eat this?'

'Fingers,' said I.

Mine were bitten nails and fingers roughed up by knitting and gardening; but his were delicate enough, when he picked at his meat, and his discomfort so obvious, that his neighbours began to glance at him. They did not laugh, since Skyrim is no stranger to politeness, – a thing, contrary to myth, present even before the fork-wielding Empire, – but though they too were mostly used to forks, they had gone with gusto into this bygone style of eating.

'All I want,' said Marcurio quietly, upon noticing the attention, 'is a damn fork. Is that really so wrong?'

'It is that or go hungry,' said I still in the fatigue of dragon-slaying: 'oh! it's quaint at least. Like the stories...'

'Quaint!' he muttered: 'unhinged is what it is. My kingdom for a fork!'

That he had helped, yesterday, to kill a dragon, – that he had come from the battlefield bloodied and ragged and flushed as the rest of the warriors, – was quite invisible today, for sitting up straight hands hovering over his invisible cutlery, dark hair impeccably done and eyes glowering, there was a gulf between him and his neighbour. This neighbour, enamoured by the charms of barbarism, threw his scraps to a waiting dog: perhaps in the hope that the thing would be some bloodhound, some warhound; and not a sort of oversized lapdog that had been hurriedly brought in for the purpose. Regardless the creature snapped at the meat; and this neighbour, who had been proudly talking in an exaggerated dialect, was so satisfied that he became quite incomprehensible. Marcurio, – if it is possible, in a City accent, – sighed.

'I don't mean to say,' said he, skewering a sparrow with his knife, and in lifting it over, almost dropping it in his mug, 'that the food doesn't look good; or that I'm not hungry; but, –'

'Just eat the damn thing, City-slicker,' someone opposite shouted: and made a good-humoured mockery of holding a fork.

'Well!' said Marcurio, once.

'When in Skyrim...' said I: 'and we have, after all, been here for months.'

'When in Skyrim,' said he scowling.

And in an instant, turned the scowl into that same ravenous gusto which our companions possessed; covered his meat in sauce; and hands transformed as if by magic, from the careful implements of Empire, to the happy barbarism of heroic Nordic festival, – to the cheers and ancient toasts of those around him, abandoned manners both good and poor, and tucked in.

#breton girl writes #god i hope this is worth it. have spent a while writing it on my damn phone and probably longer trying to copy and paste it #should have waited until i returned from my holiday.. ah well

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blossom-adventures · 11 months

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For the Bad things happening Bingo!

Broken Nose

Skyrim

Any ship

I’m sorry it took so long to get around to… but it’s here now, thank you for your patience ☺️💙

My first prompt from my @badthingshappenbingo card “Broken Nose”

The Return of a Friend

Candlehearth Hall, Windhelm

The winter chill had brought many people to the Inn, most were residents of the city, having nothing better to do but drink the day away. But some were travellers, taking refuge from the snow.

Kristof leant back in his chair in the corner of the upper floor of Candlehearth Hall, his legs were crossed on the top of the table and he savoured the ale he had, enjoying the quiet. Now that the Volkihar clan were dealt with, Kristof could follow his heart once again, and his heart lead him here, to Windhelm, to the Dragonborn, and to Kaidan.

Windhelm had changed since he last came here; there were repairs being made in the Grey Quarter, which had returned to its original name of Snow Quarter, more guards patrolled the districts too, and even in here he saw 3 Dunmer sharing a table nearby and there was even one of the Khajiit traders sitting by the fire who, according to rumour, had been allowed into the city by the Jarl. Windhelm was far from perfect, everyone knew that, but it was something, things were getting better.

At least, it was… Kristof watched as the drunkard - Rolff Stonefist - stumbled up the steps, Kristof took his feet off the table and set his tankard down, prepared for anything

“What is one of the Cats doing in the city?!” Rolff snapped, Kristof sighed out a laugh and stood up

“First sign of a Cat has you barking like a dog” Kristof responded, the Khajiit hid his toothy smirk behind his tankard, Rolff looked up at Kristof, his face was red, Kristof didn’t know if it was anger, embarrassment or the amount of alcohol he’d drunk, maybe it was all 3. “Windhelm is changing,” Kristof continued “get used to it”

“You…” Rolff started as he forcefully poked Kristof in the chest, not that he felt it under his leather and chain mail “are as bad as them if you defend them” The drunk tried to make himself look intimidating, it didn’t work, and Kristof simply smiled and looked over to the Khajiit

“I feel I must apologise Ma’dran, for the disrespect this fool has caused” The Khajiit waved a hand

“This one is used to such treatment, but I thank you none the less” Rolff snarled and grabbed Kristof by his leather tunic

“You do not speak of me like that! Or apologise to the Cat! I am brother to Lord Galmar, the Jarls Housecarl!”

“Really? I serve the Dragonborn, who has favour with both the Jarl and his Housecarl”

“You? You are not the lapdog that follows her around like a lost soul”

“If you speak of Kaidan, then you are more of a fool than I first thought” Rolff shifted slightly before throwing his head forward, striking Kristof in the nose, there was a dull crunch and Kristof’s vision swam as he stumbled backwards, the only noise he heard was the Khajiit hissing. As his vision refocused he saw Rolff preparing a punch. “You thick skulled idiot!” Kristof snarled.

Rolff went to hit him again but someone grabbed his arm, a tall man in black steel armour, Kristof smiled as he saw Kaidan shove Rolff away, into the arms of 2 guards who lead him out of Candlehearth Hall.

“You seem to attract trouble, don’t you, Kris”

“You’re one to talk, Kai” Kristof quipped, causing the taller man to laugh as he pulled Kristof into a strong hug, once they parted, Kaidan looked at him

“How the fuck did he manage to break your nose?”

“I wasn’t expecting the fool to headbutt me, is my nose actually broken?” Kristof went to reach up to his face, but Kaidan caught his wrist

“It is, and I’m sure Jaina would be able to repair the damage, wouldn’t want to spoil that pretty face” Kristof laughed

“I’ve missed your jokes, Kaidan, they’re getting better.” As Kristof’s laugh faded he saw Kaidan’s eyes wander, from his face, down to the new scars on his neck “the Volkihar Clan is dead” he explained before Kaidan could ask about it, “and now I wish to join the Dragonguard, and serve Jaina” Kaidan smiled.

“She will be very happy to see you, as am I, come on.”

#blossom rambles #skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #blossom’s oc kristof #skyrim kaidan #blossom answers #bad things happen bingo

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maysoulrose · 1 year

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The Thief and The Moon chapter 12

skyrim Brynjolf x my dark elf oc fanfic

Things are getting DEEP.

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Morning came, and Brynjolf woke up on the floor, where he had made his bed. His body ached from the hard surface. Looking over at Allustria, she was in the exact same position he had left her in.

He got up, groaned, and stretched. Rubbing his neck muscles and popping his back. He smiled at the woman in front of him. Remembering her beauty and silliness of the night before. Wondering what she would remember. Deciding to let her sleep off the hangover she’d most likely have, he headed to the market. Thinking he could snoop around town and see what this place has to offer.

He made his way to the Gildergreen and spotted the Companion’s hall. Not quite his kind of crowd. His eyes trail up the mountainous stairway, leading to the jarls castle. He thought it better to keep out of there as well. Instead he decided to wander through the living quarters.

Scanning the area, Brynjolf smiled upon finding the Hall of the Dead.

“Found you~” he kneels next to a patch of deep purple flowers with thin, triangular petals, and a yellow stamen.

Brynjolf spent his time alone prepping for the journey back. He gathered food and a set of camping supplies. Soon, he returned to their room to pack up their things, so it would all be ready once Allustria was awake. Filling a tankard of water, he dropped the flower stems inside, and set it on the nightstand next to the bed, along with a cup of water for her to drink. His ears perked when he overheard someone talking through the balcony doorway.

“Yeah, a cold wind is blowing in from the east. Seems like they’re getting a snowstorm out there. Gotta dress warm!” The farmer says.

Brynjolf sighs. He didn’t want to have to stay another night. Thinking of Allustria, who always seems to be underdressed, he heads out once again, in hopes of finding a couple of cloaks to wear.

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Allustria wakes and bolts up, looking for Brynjolf.

“Oh, bad idea—“ She found a bucket next to the bed and hurled last night’s contents into it. After spitting out the taste, she attempted to look around again, squinting her eyes from the light. Her expression softens when she spots the nightshade flowers next to her. She smiled to herself, knowing Brynjolf had picked them for her. She brought them closer so she could inspect them.

Last night’s events were pretty foggy, but she did remember entering the tavern with her new dress and having the intent of putting on a show. Looking around the room, she was able to put together that they at least slept separately, so perhaps her attempts at wooing the man hadn’t worked. It’s for the best though, what’s the point of having fun with someone and not being able to remember it the next morning? Although… she did notice that her corset had been loosened. But everything else was as it was, so perhaps he just wanted her to be able to breathe while she slept. Very considerate of him.

Everything was packed up, so she pocketed the flowers, slung her pack onto her back, and carried his bag down to the bar.

“Did you happen to see where my friend went?” She asked Hulda, who offered her a fresh cup of tea and breakfast.

“Who, that handsome fella? Heard him talkin’ to one of the farmers about the storm that’s a brewin’, then he headed to the market.”

"He is handsome, isn't he?" Allustria giggled.

Once Allustria was finished eating, she headed out to look for him. It was noticeably colder today, and she hated herself for selling her fur armor to get this sexy little dress. But still, it covered more than her leather armor would, so the dress she wore.

“Ah! You’re awake. Here, put this on.” Brynjolf appeared behind her and swirled a cloak over her shoulders. “We better get going if we want to beat this storm. I have everything we need, so let’s go!” He took his pack from her, dressed in a cloak himself, and headed for the city gates.

Allustria’s heart was beating noticeably faster as soon as she saw the man. She felt embarrassed for some reason. She tried to remember if she did anything worthy of feeling like that, but couldn’t seem to remember anything past arriving mid party, and sitting on his lap. Her blush deepened… oh yeah.

There was a hefty wind blowing in from the mountains. The empty fields made it more apparent. With no trees to break it, the wind just about knocked them over! They hurried to Shadowmere, who seemed happy to see them. Capes billowing this way and that, Allustria tucked her head down, pinning her hair to her chest to avoid a horrible tangled mess.

“Maybe…. You should drive…” Allustria suggested, still feeling a little dizzy from last night. Brynjolf nodded and took the front half of the saddle. He helped her up onto the back and gave Shadowmere a light kick to begin their journey.

Allustria seemed to just keep finding things to feel more and more flustered about. The saddle was on the bigger side, but still not made for two. The way her groin was sliding towards Brynjolf's hips was quite the thing to stir up her imagination. Also, the fact that he was in this seat last time made her head spin. What he must've been thinking…

An icy wind blows Allustria back to reality and she wraps her arms around him for stability. Burrowing her hooded face in his back.

The three of them cross the bridge and follow the road that hugs the river. As soon as they reach the mountain range, it begins to snow. Lightly at first, then falling down hard in large white clumps.

“If this keeps up, we’ll need to find shelter!” Brynjolf yells so Allustria can hear him over the wind and river. They kept going until the path was barely visible.

“There’s a cave up ahead I think. I remember seeing it before the tower.” Allustria points in the direction.

They pass the bandit tower that they cleared out the day before, and follow the sloping path. Shadowmere hesitated and slowed his pace to prevent slipping. They passed the raging waterfall and Allustria pointed out the cave she remembered.

They found a clearing in the terrain to cross the river. The water was surprisingly shallow and a small bank with trees growing from it sat in the center. Crossing it, and back into the water, Brynjolf and Allustria dismounted once they reached the other side.

Allustria tried to pull Shadowmere into the cave with them, but he wouldn’t have it. So instead she told him to hide in the shadows, and wait for them until the storm passed.

In the cave and out of the cold, they head through the tight tunnel and make it to an opening. There are bedrolls splattered with bones and blood. They glance at each other, and continue onward, weapons at the ready. Smashed tables and wooden structures decorate the cave floor. They continue through another tunnel and emerge into an even bigger opening, full of pines, a small pond, and a beautiful waterfall at the far end of the cave. Skulls and assorted bones scattered across the cave floor, and finally the stench hit them.

“Trolls.” Brynjolf concluded. “I hate trolls.” Allustria nodded in agreement.

“I need to start carrying a bow. I don’t know how many I could take with just a couple of daggers.”

“I don’t want to find out.” He said, lightly placing his fingers on her shoulder, turning her around to head back instead of fight.

They found a spot near the entrance, deciding to stay by the bed rolls they passed earlier. That way they can make a quick escape if they’re ever spotted.

Avoiding the bloodied beds, Allustria sat, wrapping herself up in her dark gray cloak. She leaned against the damp wall, thumping the back of her head against it.

“How long do you think this storm will last?” She asked. Brynjolf sat a foot or so away from her.

“I don’t know. Hopefully not long.”

It was quiet. They tried to ignore the smell of dried blood and foul odors that oozed from the cave.

“Thank you for the flowers.” Allustria said, remembering them just now. Brynjolf smiled.

“Don’t mention it.”

Allustria started to shiver from the cold rock pressing against her back. She scooted forward, trying to find a comfortable spot, but failing.

“Here,” Brynjolf opened up his matching cloak and she eagerly crawled inside. She lay between his knees, wrapped up in the fabric, hood up, and leaned against his chest. He closed his arms around her and she felt an immediate relief from his heat radiating off of him. Both happy to be sharing each other's warmth. Sitting in comfortable silence, keeping an ear out for danger, they both rest and save their energy while not quite falling asleep.

While they waited, Allustria tried her best to remember last night. Flashes of moments from her dancing and falling into the lap of a man flickered through her mind like a fading dream. She remembered checking to see Brynjolf’s reaction from his seat at the bar. His eyes glued to her, but not of jealousy. More like he was enjoying the show. When someone had caressed her thigh, she honestly thought about cutting off those little fingers, but then saw Brynjolf lick his lips, setting her loins aflame, So she let it slide as part of the performance. That seemed to be as far as her memory would let her traverse.

She let the sounds of his breathing distract her. A mindless finger traced the stitching in his leather armor. Wondering what he might be thinking about now.

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An hour or so passed. Brynjolf decided to go out and check the weather’s progress. Allustria reluctantly left her spot on his chest and let him go. He was only gone a moment before returning to her to give her an update.

“It’s letting up a little. I bet the snow will stop in another hour or so.”

“Good. I want to get out of here.”

Brynjolf sat across from her. Thinking of what to talk about to pass the time.

“Do you… remember last night?” He asked.

“Not really,” She sighed. “Why? Did I do something embarrassing?”

“No, not at all,” Brynjolf laughed. “You were the center of attention, alright, with your beautiful dancing.” Taking note that she didn’t remember asking him to kiss her.

“Oh~ I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She smiled.

“I did… Quite a bit actually…” Allustria blushed at his sincere remark.

She looked around the cave, getting bored, and decided to wander around. Peeking around boulders and things to see if the previous campers left anything interesting.

“Uuughh, I just wish we were home already. I hate being cold.”

“Don’t forget the hot springs on the way!” Brynjolf reminded her. She jumped back into his view, a fresh look of excitement on her face

“Oh yeah!” The cloak still tightly wrapped around her, she eagerly waddled back to him. He laughed at her silly nature.

“Let’s go check the weather again!” She grabbed her stuff and headed down the tunnel.

“Already?!” Brynjolf had to hurry and catch up to her.

It was still lightly snowing, but the visibility was clear.

“Come on! It looks clear enough now, let’s go!” She waited for Brynjolf’s approval before calling for Shadowmere. He nodded, so she whistled and waited for the horse to emerge from his shadowy sleep.

The two of them get on and cross the river once again. Following the road, until coming to a fork and checking the sign. They decide to take the high road, passing a Stormcloak fort. Arriving at a bridge, they break off the path and cross the river. It was still snowing lightly, but they felt a slight warmth in the breeze from the hot springs ahead. Finally they had arrived! Heading past a few pools, they found a nice spot with large flat rocks to set up a small camp.

They unloaded their packs. Brynjolf had enough supplies to set two tents, as well as some firewood. Once the tents were up, they made a small campfire between them. Allustria happily dropped to her knees in front of it, holding her hands above the flames.

By the time they had gotten the camp up, the snow had stopped and the sun was lowering into the horizon. Brynjolf took both of their cloaks and hung them up to dry. Along with his armor, he sat with Allustria at the fire in his white cotton shirt and brown pants.

Once the sun had set, and they properly warmed up, Allustria looked to the steaming pools around her.

“Ready for a swim?” She gives him a raised eyebrow.

“Of course. But First, I gotta take a piss.” He jumps to his feet, “Go on ahead.” And trudges into the forest to find a bush to relieve himself on.

She watches him disappear and slips out of her clothing, keeping it by the fire to stay toasty. Allustria dips her toes in to check the temperature, and steps in. Sighing at the perfect temperature, She wades further out to a deeper area and enjoys the warmth, fully submerging herself.

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Brynjolf hears rustling a few paces away. He leans to look. A small fox wanders by, and high tails it in the opposite direction when it sees him standing there. He tucks himself back in his pants and buttons up. Shoving branches away as he makes his way back through the forestry. He emerges and sees their tents a little bit further than he was expecting. He must've gotten a bit turned around. He spots Allustria’s clothes hanging with her cloak, but no Allustria.

While scanning the area, a shadow under the water catches his eye, at the far end of the pool. Allustria's moonlit hair emerges from the water. She's facing away from him, scrubbing her scalp and squeezing water out of her hair.

By the Gods, she was naked. He takes cover behind a bush to assess the situation. The clouds had parted and moonlight reflected off of her wet hair. It lit her curves in just the right way. He leans forward to get a better look and his foot presses down on a stick, snapping it. He ducks just before Allustria turns toward his direction. He holds his breath and shuts his eyes, trying to decide if it was okay to spy on her like this… she knew he'd be back soon, right? He waits a moment, before taking his chances at looking up again. He sets his eyes back to where he last saw her, but she’s gone.

“You’re going to have to do better than that, to sneak up on me~” Allustria’s lips brush against the tip of his ear. Her breath on his cheek sends a chill down his spine.

Brynjolf’s heart jumps up into his throat. “You, Lass… are terrifying.” He says once again, deciding that he liked it. He turns toward her to see her sly smile.

“You have no idea~” she almost purrs

That remark causes him to turn a bit red. Her hair is slicked back, but draped over her shoulders and down her chest, censoring her from his view.

“Now… do me a favor… take off your clothes..” She leans in, his heart is pounding now, cheeks flushed. He’s captured in the glow of her eyes. Her soft lashes flutter as she blinks slowly. Enticing him in with her slightly parted lips. She places a hand on his shoulder, tracing her fingers on the soft cotton. “And take.. “ she pressed her palm firmly against him “A bath!”

With one giant shove, Allustria uses an arm and her bare toes against his back to push him into the spring water!

She’s cackling over his surprise. Brynjolf splashes and gasps for air. Once he gets his footing on the slippery mineral coated floor, he swipes his ginger hair out of his eyes, leans forward to catch his breath, and looks at the devil who almost drowned him.

“Oh you’re going to get it now, Lass.” he’s bearing his teeth, with a slight smirk. She’s standing at the edge of the small ledge she sent him flying over, laughing to the stars. She has a fur blanket clutched to her chest, covering about half her body, while her long moonlit hair covers the rest.

Brynjolf jumps forward, water splashes everywhere, and yanks at the pelt. She about chokes on her own fit of giggles when realizing she’s going to plummet into the water as well. She spreads her arms out, wildly, to try and catch herself, but just lands chest first right into the man.

They both struggle to break the water surface. Allustria’s hair is plastered over her eyes. She peels it away, revealing a scowl, but then snorts and a smile goes with it. Brynjolf is letting himself float back now and splashes her.

“Fine, I’ll take a bath. Now that we’re even…”

Allustria raises an eyebrow “um, you’re the one who tried to catch a sneaky perv” She lifts her chin, catching the moonlight on her face. “I get a freebie since you pulled me in~”

He narrows his eyes at her. She’s still somehow totally covered by her damnable hair.

“Fine. I’ll take a bath. “ he repeats himself, ignoring her threat. Brynjolf wades over to their camp site. Sloshing out like a waterlogged sack of potatoes.

Allustria swims through the shallow water, following him. She peeks over the edge of the pool to watch him undress.

The spring water reflects the moons and stars beautifully, making it just bright enough to see. Brynjolf kicks off his waterlogged boots, and peels off the soaked white shirt that was clinging to him, showing off his strong back. Allustria twists her toes together in anticipation. He loosens the ties around his waist. She can see the curves of his lower back disappear into his leather pants. He pauses for a moment, holding his hands on the top hem of his trousers, but stops.

Fully aware he’s being meticulously watched, he decides to leave his pants on for his bath, just to frustrate her. He smiles to himself, hearing Allustria’s quiet huff of disappointment. She silently slips away into the depths, like a snake.

Brynjolf wades into the water and finds a nice place to relax in before beginning to bathe.

The two of them finish cleaning themselves as best they can. They leave a larger than necessary gap between the two of them. Maybe taking a few glances to check if the other is still there. Brynjolf splashes his face one more time and wipes down his arms. He looks back and sees that Allustria has already made her way into the tents.The fur blanket in hand and her long hair covering her backside.

She hangs the fur blanket over by the fire to dry overnight then ducks into her tent. Brynjolf floats in the warm water for a while, letting it soak to his bones.

Deciding he's finished as well, Brynjolf wades over to the camp. He peels off his pants, regretting his decision to bathe with them on, and sets them by the rest of his armor, which was already almost dry from the flames. He wraps himself up in his wool cloak and finds a seat by the fire pit.

Allsutria comes out of her tent and is braiding her long hair. Her torso wrapped in a thin white fabric with a heart shaped chestline. It's twisted around and tied at the side, making an asymmetric shape. The bottom of the material swoops along her right thigh, then comes up the side of her left leg. Just begging to be touched.

He can feel himself begin to throb below the blanket. He shifts in his seat to adjust his growing member into a more comfortable spot. Something he’s gotten quite used to, these past few days…

Allustria joins him by the fire, sitting across from him. She finishes her hair into two long braids, then spins a couple of fish that she had stuck by the fire to cook, making sure they get evenly toasted. Her arm presses against her chest as she leans to one side, causing her breasts to be pushed together.

'She must know what she's doing to me..' Brynjolf drinks in her beautiful body. The light from the fire reflected onto her, showing every curve.

“Looks like the food is done.” She says, grabbing one of the pierced fish and handing it to him. He accepts. She sits rather close to him. He can see a clear view of her cleavage now. The light from the fire washed over her beautiful skin. They eat in silence. Brynjolf keeps his eyes on every move she makes.

"Do you like what you see?" Her voice was low and smooth. It pierces the silence between them. A blush burning in her cheeks, feeling his eyes on her.

“Yes I do, as a matter of fact… That sweet roll looks rather appetizing.”

She gives him a mischievous look. Setting her meal down, she gets on her hands and knees and crawls to the dessert. Brynjolf freezes, he can’t look away. The curve of her hips, barely covered in the white fabric, was almost too much for him. He licked his lips. They’re little game of teasing each other was making him ache for her. He felt himself throbbing beneath the cloak. Wanting so badly to feel her body against his. To kiss every inch over and over again. To hear her moan with the pleasure he brought her.

Allustria grabs the sweet roll but refrains from bringing it back to him. She jumps up and runs to the other side of the fire.

“If you want it, Come and get it~”

Brynjolf felt like she was using the sweetroll as a metaphor for herself.

“Gladly…” He jumps up and chases after her. She spins and dodges, always just nearly out of reach. She hides behind the tent, and baits him into one way, then scampers off into the opposite direction. He was only able to catch her when she nearly lost her balance, swinging her arms to avoid falling back into the spring water. He ensnares her within his cloak, but she slips between his fingers, and crawls out before he can trap her.

“How are you so fast?!” He laughs and runs after her again.

Finally, he lunges and knocks her over onto her back. He pins her arms above her head, and grabs the sweetroll, taking a large bite out of it. Smiling at his win. His cloak dropped to his sides, showing his bare chest. His legs on either side of her, successfully trapping her beneath him

Allustria’s heartbeat quickens. He was just gorgeous. Not to mention learning that being pinned down by him was quite the turn on. She breathed heavily from their little game of tag, and scanned her eyes all around him. The flickering light of the firepit, illuminating his alluring body. She felt her heart crawling into her throat, face flushing with heat.

The way he looked at her made her arms weak, not allowing her to even attempt an escape. He smiled down at her. Placing the sweetroll back on its plate. He puts his hand against the ground next to her head, scanning her beautiful face. He lowers his body, inching closer to hers. Half lidded eyes full of lust.

"Careful, or I might bite you~" She whispers.

"I'm fully aware of the risks…" he replies, in a more serious tone than she was expecting. Her cheeks deepen in color. Brynjolf’s eyes make it obvious how serious he is about the situation.

He slowly inches closer, both hearts pounding, he pauses nearly centimeters from her lips. She hesitates, but then tilts her chin up ever so slightly and meets him into a kiss. He exhales and melts into her, relieved of her acceptance. A soft moan escaped her lips, exciting him more. He takes in her bottom lip, sucking on it and gently pulling with his teeth. He feels her smile. His heart pounds faster and his arms start to shake slightly. Allustria lifts her head, pushing more aggressively. She delicately touches his upper lip with her tongue, wanting to go further. He accepts and parts his lips, letting her in. His breath hitched and moaned. Their tongues meet and softly trace each other. She drags her tongue against his upper lip.

Brynjolf squeezes her arms, still pinning them above her head. He lowers his hips and barely touches his hardened member against her abdomen. A sharp hiss escapes her lips, and she pushes her pelvis into him, showing her approval of his arousal. They break for air and stare into each other’s eyes, making sure they were both okay with where this was heading. She smiles at him, almost out of breath. Brynjolf returns the smile and lightly brushes a loose hair away from her cheek.

Releasing her arms, he places his hands on either side of her face, and pulls her into another waterfall of kisses. Sucking and licking her sweet lips, tasting her, feeling her in a way he’s dreamt for so long.

Allustria uses her now free arms, and traces her fingernails down his chest. He pushes against her, letting her fingertips explore his abs and down to the waistband of his undergarments. His body shudders to her touch, feeling incredibly sensitive and a bit ticklish. She giggles, and kisses him more. He moans and presses his engorged cock against her with more force than before. She nips at his lip in return. Her warm hands feeling his body, brushing her palms against his back muscles, feeling the slight change in texture where his few scars are. She lowers her hands down to his hips, digging her fingers underneath his underwear, sliding down and grabbing his cheeks.

Brynjolf pulls back to look into her eyes once again.

“Do you want me?” He asks. Her face was full of pleasure.

She nodded, sheepishly.

“Say it.” He demanded. She blushes.

“…I want you…” She whispers.

“Louder” Brynjolf pushes the tip of his cock against her, between her legs. She squeaks and bites her lip, eyebrows knitted together.

“I want you.” She obeys. “I want you to make me scream with pleasure.” She persuades.

Brynjolf hungrily crashes his lips to hers once again. She loops her fingers around his waistband and pushes the fabric off of him, sliding it down his strong thighs. One leg out, then the other. The cloak slipped off his backside, exposing him to the elements.

His kisses trail across her cheek, down her neck, nipping at her collar bone, and down her swelled chest, finding the thin fabric that covered her. She slips her fingers between his teeth and the covering. He looks up, wondering why she stopped him.

“Shall we take this to the tent?”

#skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #dark elf #dunmer #brynjolf #brynjolf x dragonborn #fanfic #fanfiction #skyrim fan fiction #adult fanfiction #fantasy #dragons #bath house #hot springs #my oc #my skyrim oc #skyrim oc

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talsgarthewanderer · 6 months

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Hello, followers! If I started posting more about my ESO adventures, would you be interested in them?

Like, I play ESO a lot. I play on my own account with 10 characters AND my sibling's account with their 6 characters AND occasionally on our parent's account with THEIR 6 characters. (I'm keeping my family gender neutral here because I dont know whether they'd want me putting them on blast to all of you)

I mostly just think that it would be fun to talk about the lore and environment and stuff as though Talsgar himself is traveling around Tamriel. There's so much content in ESO and very little of it conflicts with what we're familiar with from the main elder scrolls games (in that, there is definitely stuff that conflicts, but when you compare it to everything else that is lore-compliant, it's really quite a small amount), so I think it would be fun.

Plus, maybe I could convince some of you who are on the fence about playing to make an account next time they have a free-to-play event where you don't have to buy the game or any of the DLCs just to bop around and see the sights. I've put the story of how I, personally, got into playing ESO under the cut, so you dont have to read it if you dont want to lol

What got me into ESO was seeing a post on here with gifs of the city Shimmerene on Summerset, the biggest island of the Summerset Isles. Those gifs made it look gorgeous--the colors were vibrant, the water looked realistic as heck, the plants also looked realistic as heck, and the architecture was compelling to me as someone who studies classical antiquity.

Then, when I was getting a tattoo a few weeks later, I was able to chat with my tattoo artist about ESO and its pros and cons. He had recognized me as an elder scrolls fan several months earlier when I had gotten the Oblivion mages guild seal as a tattoo, so I figured he was a good person to talk to and thus I made an appointment specifically with him for another tattoo. And during my actual appointment, man was tattooing my spine and gushing about how fun the game was, how intuitive the gameplay is for someone who was used to playing Dragon Age games and could never really get hooked on Skyrim, and how ESO actually motivated him to go back and give Skyrim and Oblivion a try. It was super fun talking with him and I realized that if ESO can attract non-Skyrim folks, then it must be at least a decent game. Of course, it then took 2 more years of me researching the game to figure out if it was still a subscription-based model to play the base game.

Luckily, by the time I was doing this research, they'd actually switched from a subscription for the game itself to a subscription for a thing called ESO+, and the base game was actually available for just a single purchase of the game. I brought the idea up to my parent, who was almost 60 at the time and needed something other than skyrim or fallout 4 to play, and they were like, "we'll just get ESO plus because you want to see Shimmerene and it's part of a DLC that's included in ESO+ that we would have to buy separately without it."

And I gotta say, in person, Shimmerene is better than those gifs. My parent and I ended up going all over Tamriel in the first hour of playing, going to random places just to look at them, new and familiar alike. We went to Anvil and I was mad that Benirus Manor was a BANK, and not a house for sale. We went to Windhelm and I was like, "damn, everything's made of wood and the citizens are so much nicer to my dark elf." We went to Vivec City and I was like, "hold on there are only 3 cantons, wtf," and then we went to Balmora and it looked almost exactly the same.

And then we went to Elden Root and were like, "holy shit, thats the biggest tree I've ever seen in my life," which, we live in california and have seen the actual real life redwoods. The devs of ESO somehow made the elden root tree absolutely towering and evoke that same majesty that the redwoods evoke.

We went to the city of Daggerfall and it was delightfully medieval european, and then we went to Wayrest, and it was essentially just a bigger Daggerfall. We went to Rivenspire and immediately left because it was a blasted hellscape of dead trees and vampires.

We saw the swamps of Shadowfen, the jungles of Valenwood, the Alik'r Desert of Hammerfell, the snowy tundras of Eastmarch and Wrothgar. And ash-covered Vvardenfell and southern Morrowind.

Going to Mournhold and seeing the tribunal temple again was WILD. And Almalexia NOT in a murderous rage chasing me through the place.

Going to Vivec City and seeing them floating serenely above their throne.

Seeing Sotha Sil in the Clockwork City alive!! and talking!!!!

Seeing the cherry blossoms of summerset and auridon, the stuck-up high eleven nobles turning up their noses at my little dark elf not for being a dark elf but for not being a high elf, which was weirdly refreshing after skyrim.

Seeing several different kinds of Khajiit furstock! Big senche-rahts! Tiny alfiqs! Towering pahmers! Absolutely mind-blowing.

Also having to walk everywhere? because you gotta discover places to fast travel back to them, like in skyrim? Arduous as heck, because the land is so big and you are so small, and there are so many places to visit, and you have to explore them all. You just have to.

Anyway, thats my propaganda for playing ESO.

#ESO #elder scrolls online

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champivenao · 1 year

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Im making this post for my Elder Scrolls characters just so i can share them and a bit of their bios :3

TESIV: Oblivion

Brellin

Bosmer, Hero of Kvatch, Hero of Bruma, Champion of Cyrodiil. After the oblivion crisis and the loss of Martin Septim, he joined the Arena of the Imperial City and later the Dark Brotherhood and subsequently became the listener. When a mysterious door apeared in Niben Bay he went to investigate and never came back to nirn.

TESV: Skyrim

Bear with me bc i have a lot of them Skyrim ocs :)

Aranni

Bosmer, The last dragonborn, descendant of Brellin’s family (not him directly lol), Ex-Master of the Thieves Guild. Born in Valenwood (Malabar Tor region)his father was a spinner, his mom a merchant and he also has a twin sister, Falin.his family followed the green pact (non strict), moved to the north of the Grathwood region when a wildfire (likely caused by the Thalmor) consumed his village and killed his dad. His family then moved to Anvil in Cyrodiil seeking better opportunities in trading. In his teen years he turned to thieving, got caught one too many times and his mom decided to send him off to work in a family friend’s warehouse in Bruma. He did for a time, until he got tired if it and decided to flee Bruma and go on a little adventure. He then crossed the Skyrim border without knowing and got caught in an imperial ambush.

You know how it goes, discovered he is the last dragonborn, joined the thieves guild, joined the Dawnguard along with his cousin, Fael, and when they brought Serana to the Volkihar castle, he then decided he wanted the power and became a vampire. Whey lost the vampire war against the Dawnguard, Fael spared his life and Aranni fled the castle while wounded, Sorex Vinius found him outside Solitude, the both of fell in love, Aranni got cured of his vampirism and out of his villain arc and lived happily ever after in the Winking Skeever until Miraak arrived.

He traveled to Solstheim met Fael who was doing research with the college, and was not happy to see Aranni again. They ended up working together so Aranni could defeat Miraak.

Falin

Bosmer, Aranni’s twin sister. Shares the same backstory as him, except she helped her mom with their warehouse in Anvil. Traveled to Skyrim a little after her brother, looking to do trading business there. As the civil war in Skyrim went on and she saw the injustices it brought in the province, she decided to join the imperial side and fight in the war and help put an end to it. As the imperials won the war she decided to retire and maybe open up a shop and live peacefully in Riften. She started hearing some rumors about the orphanage and went to check if they were true. They were, and she was horrified. She did not know what to do, but overheard some of the children talking about Aventus Aretino, the boy who fled to Windhelm and a Dark Brotherhood Contract.

She decided to take his contract, convinced that it was the only option, as neither the guards or authorities in Riften were able (or willing) to do anything about Grelod the “Kind”; not knowing that said contract belonged to someone else…

Fun Fact: she didnt know Aranni was in Skyrim at all until she received an invitation for his wedding. She did know that he disappeared from the warehouse but didn’t know where he went. She was happy for him and that he turned his life around but also very pissed off bc their mom was very worried about him+ he abandoned his responsibilities.

Fael

Bosmer(?), Aranni and Falin’s cousin. Came to Skyrim seeking adventure and answers after his parents revealed that he was adopted and that they didn’t know where he came from. Joined the Dawnguard with his cousin and stayed with them, after Aranni betrayed them. After Serana showed up in the Dawnguard fort they started becoming very close friends and after the Vampire war was over, they went on adventuring together and he developed a crush on Serana (who didn’t) wich she rejected and eventually led them to go their separate ways.

I dont want to say more about him bc i want to do a small project w/him and its spoilers.

TESOnline

Elindir

Bosmer, Green Pact (very strict on veggies, does not eat his veggies). Because ESO is MASSIVE im just gonna list the chapters/dlc he has had a main rol in, maybe sprinkle some details on his story.

Born in the Grathwood region in Valenwood, in the outskirts of Elden Root. Traveled to Glenumbra where he met Darien Gautier and while at first they hated each other they became very close friends (Daggerfall Covenant questline)

Left the covenant and travelled to Vulkhel Guard in Auridon where he was approached by a hooded figure which asked him to speak to her Benefactor who awaited him in the Interim Suitor. After arriving he was ambushed by Worm Cultists who brought him to Mannimarco who sacrificed him to Coldharbour (Main quest)

After escaping Coldharbour and while helping the Prophet, he met Razum-dar in Khenarthi’s Roost and helped him trough the Aldmeri Dominion questline.

Defeated Mannimarco, reclaimed his soul back, and reunited the Five Companions (main quest again)

Coldharbour questline, in which he meets Darien again and both are very happy to see each other, even in such a dire situation. Elindir develops a crush on him (who didn’t)

After defeating the daedric prince he is devastated by all the losses, but especially by Darien vanishing.

Just to clarify in my hc Darien is bi with a LOT of comphet tendencies, it makes sense in my brain bc the way he speaks to/about women/femme ppl feels very forced imo, especially when it comes to the vestige: he expresses the same fondness for either male/female pcs but forces the flirtyness with female pcs . And i know i do not have to explain/justify my headcanon but i know how some ppl are on the internet. Let me be happy with my bread boy.

Now to the chapters/dlc:

- Orsinium [finds Eveli Sharp-Arrow to be very annoying]

- Daedric war ( morrowind/summerset) [details: met Darien again, hes the champion of meridia/vessel, declared their love for each other and promissed that after this one last battle they would retire from adventure stuff and live in a very cute cottagecore gay farm. This did in fact not happened and darien gave the last of his meridian essence(?) to help Elindir defeat Nocturnal. ]

- Elsweyr chapter and respective DLC [not a lot to add except old man Abnur Tharn dead :( ]

- Greymoor Chapter and DLC [more suffering for my OC yippee, Verandis is gone :( ]

- Blackwood and DLC [got too attached to to the 4 ambitions, Elindir viewed Sombren especially as a child figure, kinda]

Havent played High isle (bc im very dumb and bought a steam key, when i in fact dont have the steam ver, and didn’t notice until it was too late, i had to give it to my bf) and at this time Necrom hasnt come out yet + im waiting for the discounts >:)

Anyways TES is my special interest, go figure. As we say in LatAm, les toco soportar 💅🏼👁️💋👁️

Fin.

Edit: forgot this is not twitter, i can edit stuff yay, added Blackwood, its dlc and Orsinium info :)

#tw death #tw child harm #elder scrolls #champivenao #oc x canon #oc stuff #my ocs #skyrim #oblivion #elder scrolls iv #elder scrolls online #elder scrolls v #put a tw just in case bc tes is a mature franchise but i know not everyone who sees my stuff is into it :3 #bosmer #oc lore

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dinodude52 · 1 year

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Okay, let’s talk about The Last of Us s1

I feel it’s important to mention I don’t like zombie shows/movies. I watched The Walking Dead but only because it centered on the characters and what they were going through more than the zombies, though I’m not sure if that’s true for later seasons. I stopped watch in season 8. But I was intrigued by The Last of Us. I never played the game (again, I don’t like zombies; the draugr in Skyrim is as close as I get) but the show looked really good. And now that it’s over, I really only have two thoughts.

So, spoilers. Duh.

Thought One: I got that initial outbreak that I was missing from The Walking Dead. With TWD is my only frame of reference for apocalyptic zombie media, I’m going to use it a lot. What I was missing from that show, though, is how the outbreak started. And yes, we did sort of get that from Fear the Walking Dead, but they skipped over the good parts, if memory serves. One minute there was a mystery disease and the next... apocalypse. When we started with TWD, we were still in the beginning stages of the apocalypse. Everyone was still adjusting to their new normal and holding on to whatever they could from the old world, that was the exact same stuff we got in Fear the Walking Dead. It brought nothing new to the table. It didn't give me what I wanted.

What I wanted was the horror. The dread. The knowing the outbreak is coming, but when? And who? I got that with TLOU. It was compounded by the fact that we’ve been through a pandemic; we know how easy it is to spread disease. It went global and then a week later the whole world shut down. No one turned into fungus monsters or the walking dead, but still. The dread in the first episode was palpable, and I have no doubt that even if the pandemic hadn't happened, it still would have been deeply effective. It used dramatic irony well. The show knew we knew the outbreak was coming and used that knowledge to its advantage. Incredibly well done.

Thought Two: I think making the main story take place 20yrs after the outbreak was a bad idea. I know in the game it was 10-20yrs since the outbreak (I googled it, but I couldn't get a straight answer for some reason) but that feels too long. I don't get a sense of urgency. There's supposed to be urgency, that's the feeling I got during the scenes between Marlena, Joel, and Tess when Marlena was begging them to take Ellie to the Fireflies outside the QZ, but I don't feel any of it carried through the rest of the show. Because there wasn't really any urgency at all. The plot was "get Ellie to the Fireflies" but is that supposed to happen sooner rather than later? Is there a time frame? At any point Joel and Ellie could have chosen not to keep going. They could have stayed with Tommy and Maria in Wyoming. I know that it was important to Ellie to make everything that's happened during their journey mean something, but I have no reason to believe she felt like that before meeting and killing David. And if she was supposed to start feeling that way after Sam and Henry died, then they didn't do a good job of showing that to me. And I'm by no means shit talking the show. I was just missing that extra little motivation.

I also assume that after 20yrs most people would have given up on the idea of a cure or vaccine. This is the world they live in now. I can understand wanting a treatment maybe, so clicker bites aren't deadly anymore. To that extent I can get behind sending Ellie to the Fireflies, but I can't get behind finding a vaccine. And no, it's not because there can never be a vaccine for a fungus (that's not how vaccines work), but it seems like, for the most part, no one's worried about the clickers unless they get too close to a big city. There's not even the threat that if someone were to die they would become a clicker like in The Walking Dead. (For those who don't know: In TWD, everyone is infected with the Wildfire virus so it doesn't matter if you're bitten by a walker or not. If you die, you turn). This circles back to my issue of urgency. Again, if they were searching for a treatment, I would understand. But they want a vaccine. I want to say they must know there's no way to cultivate a vaccine against a fungus, but I can't be sure. They said in the first scene that it's not possible for a fungus to take over the human body because our bodies are too warm, but cordyceps took over human bodies anyway. So maybe they're operating under the logic of "if that's possible when they said it was impossible, maybe a vaccine is possible, too."

Anyway, those are my only two thoughts, really. I mean, I have more than just those two, but I don't know how many times I can say "I loved it and I can't wait for season two" before everyone gets bored of what I have to say. I think my feelings about the show are pretty on parr with everyone else's feelings (except for the Ben Shapiros of the world, complaining about episode 3. I loved episode 3 and it wrecked me).

I loved it and I can't wait for season two.

Edit: I called ber Marlena the whole time and her name is definitely Marlene

#the last of us #tlou #tlou spoilers #hbo tlou #the last of us hbo #the last of us spoilers #ellie tlou #joel tlou #review

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in-my-feels-probably · 1 year

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Hello congrats on 600! I'm kinda new here but I'd like to partake in the celebration of that okay haha I'd like option 2, pretty much anyone from Game Of Thrones would be great.

My name's Shyann, I'm a bisexual ace with she/they pronouns. My personality type is infj and my love language is gifts. I'm also a Libra! I'm so super duper tall with a very tall height of 4'11. I got a brown wolf cut (my hair needs cut again lmao) and hazel eyes that I can't see too good out of. My vision sucks, but my glasses look cute at least I think.

I'm a rather shy and quiet person, I don't really talk too much unless I'm with my friends or family or if someone mentions something I'm interested in, in that case I will not shut up. (Said interests include: Skyrim, Marvel, GOT, The Witcher, Red Dead Redemption, and a handful of YouTubers) I spend a lot of my time playing video games and cosplaying. My music taste is mostly rock (Shinedown being my favorite band) but I'll also listen to anything for Cupcakke to Taylor Swift to Minecraft songs.

I would consider myself to be a pretty caring person. I guess you could say I'm bit of a people pleaser. In school I mostly kept to myself but my grades were always great. I was one of those kids that teachers were like "Oh! She's a pleasure to have in class!" Outside of school though? I'm surprised my dumbass is managing to live on her own.

I'm a chaotic mess, with a horrendous sleep schedule but I'm here. Thanks for reading this and doing these. They've been really nice to read. I like your writing! The 600 is very well deserved! :) 💕

hi! thank you so much for participating :)

i’ve actually closed my request for these ships, so i’m not doing them anymore until i hit 700.

i posted a message about it last night. i know not many people have seen it, so don’t worry if you haven’t. don’t worry about sending this in, i still enjoyed reading it.

i feel bad about you typing all of this out, so i’m still gonna ship you with someone and write you a little blurb. i’m sorry if this isn’t what you were looking for, maybe my next follower’s celebration i can do something you’d like more.

anyways, i ship you with jon!

i think he’d find it adorable that you’re so chaotic, he’d get a kick out of you being a mess. it takes a lot for him to smile and be less serious, but you’d do or say something that would make him laugh and forget about whatever was bothering him, even if it was just for a moment.

you’d stumble out of bed in the morning, tired from going to bed too late. you’d rush to get ready, and jon would find you in courtyard or something, while you were hurrying to get wherever you were going.

he’d bite his tongue to keep himself from laughing. he’d take a breathe, willing himself not to grin too hard. “for a well educated and well brought up person, my lady, you really do know how to make it look like you’ve never lived a routine day in your life.”

you’d roll your eyes, waving him away. “it’s a real talent of mine. now hush, im tired and im late.”

he’d smile, holding out his arm for you to take. “i’ll walk with you, my lady. make sure you get where you’re going without further incident. i have a feeling you may need the assistance.”

he’d laugh even harder as you glared at him, grudgingly taking his arm. but you’d know he wasn’t trying to be mean, and that he actually very much enjoyed your company. him teasing you brought a smile too his face, and you were willing to accept it if it meant you got to see him smile more.

#game of thrones #jon snow #600 followers celebration #600 followers #followers celebration

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foggyauthor · 1 year

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Hello friends. I'm writing this in advance because there's a very good chance that my therapist will decide I'm a danger to myself and therefore have me taken to the mental hospital. ((I am now on the way to the hospital))

Tw suicidal ideation and mental illness

I've been trapped inside a dissociative episode since march 2021, and I am tired. I wrote a song about it to help my family understand my suffering, and I'll share the lyrics with you here.

Got up one morning to everything faded

Stared at the ceiling as I tried to wake up

But that lingering feeling of "am I still dreaming"

It follows me daily, did I ever wake up?

Did I ever wake up?

Something is very wrong with me

I don't see the way I used to (everything looks fake and distorted, as if I'm in a world made up of cardboard cutouts and npcs)

Something is very wrong with me

Someone tell me what I should do

I'm stuck in a dream

In the clouds, can't come down

Wanna put my feet upon the ground

My head's up in space and I can't concentrate

Nothing feels real, no one feels real

Walls don't feel like borders, like my hand can go right through

And standing upon the floorboards, feels like I might just sink right through

I feel like I'm in a snowglobe whenever I look up at the sky

And when they look me in the eye, I can't see anything inside

Empty puppets all around me

Brought to life with cognitive empathy

I'm empty till I'm not

But then I'm just a character

Stuck in a dream

I've lost my grip on reality. It genuinely feels like I'm a character in a video game, and suicide feels as serious as turning the game off. I don't want to play anymore.

My emotions are either overwhelming or nonexistent. I'm either sobbing from helplessness or completely empty inside.

I'm bored of this character named Holly/foggyauthor. If this was a game of skyrim, I would delete the save and start a new character. Personally, I'm looking forward to escaping earth and ascending to the higher realms. Or perhaps there's nothing at all after death, and everything just stops. That'd be okay, too. At least the suffering would be over, and I wouldn't be forced to be a pawn for the elites anymore.

I've been in therapy, I've taken their pills, but nothing helps. My condition is labeled as treatable, but there's no guarantee that I'll ever return to normal.

Time has become meaningless. Days pass, blended together, and I genuinely can't remember when things have happened unless I wrote down a date. How long have I been on medication? Three months? Six? A year? I have no idea. I can have entire conversations with people and have no memory of it, frustrating the people around me.

Half the time I feel like I'm not even actively playing, instead watching a cutscene of my character as it moves through the world. I still see through my own eyes, it's not a third person pov, but I'm not the one choosing what words to say, or what actions to take. I'm just a spectator in my own body.

I've lost the ability to drive because of the vision distortions and hallucinations, but people want me to relearn how to drive anyway. For example, I see shadows of animals and people that aren't there. As a passenger, I thought a black car in the road was a heat shimmer, and had I been driving, I would've hit it at full speed.

I lost my job due to the pandemic, and have recently run out of money, so I can't live on my savings anymore. I desperately don't want to have to work for the rest of my life, selling my labor to a corporation happy to exploit me. Honestly, this is the final straw pushing me toward quitting the game.

There are things I like about this dream, like my animals, my friendships, my family. My music, my writing, my games. But if the trade off is selling my free time to barely have any left for those things... I don't want to do it anymore.

I want out of this hellscape. I don't want to play anymore.

It's frustrating because everyone I've talked to about my feelings tells me I'm thinking too big and it's causing existential dread. It's fine that you can ignore reality enough to survive, but why must you force me to do the same?

Everyone has advice to make my life worth living, but I don't want to be saved. I've given up. I don't care anymore.

I want out.

I didn't choose to be born into a world where I'm destined to be a wage slave. I should at least have the choice to take myself out. My body, my life, my choice. Why am I the crazy one for seeing the world as it is and not wanting to participate anymore?

In a world where the economy is on the brink of collapse, prices only getting higher while wages stay the same, the fucking pandemic. Just let me die, please. Let me out. I want out.

I can logically recognize that there are people who love me and want me to stay alive, but when those people don't feel real... Of course the characters in a dream don't want you to wake up. They'll stop existing if you do. It makes sense. I get it.

I guess I'm selfish because I rank my own feelings above theirs, but isn't it equally selfish to force someone to play a game they can't stand? I don't want my beloved npcs to feel sad because of me, but I feel like I have to make the decision that's best for me.

I want to escape. I want freedom. I want release. I want it to be over.

I'll do what you're never supposed to do when suicidal and be honest with my therapist. It'll probably result in me being locked up for an undetermined amount of time, costing me even more freedom, taking me away from my pets and family and pastimes. I accept the risk. Maybe during my stay they'll legalize assisted suicide for the mentally ill, and I can take that path.

That's how I'd rather go, anyway. No chance of messing up and surviving with severe damage. No one has to deal with the trauma of finding my body. Everyone will see it coming and have time to mentally prepare. It'd be the kind thing to do, but I don't know if I have the patience to wait for that path to become available.

Thank you for reading, and I'll see you when/if they let me out.

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ellanessa · 1 year

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I posted 78 times in 2022

That's 78 more posts than 2021!

40 posts created (51%)

38 posts reblogged (49%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ellanessa

@becherdireinen

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@munsonquinns

@eddiethefreakkmunson

I tagged 44 of my posts in 2022

Only 44% of my posts had no tags

#spotify - 6 posts

#lyrics - 5 posts

#writing - 5 posts

#shortstory - 5 posts

#ao3 - 3 posts

#draco x reader - 3 posts

#draco malfoy - 3 posts

#eddie munson - 3 posts

#skyrim - 2 posts

#draco x you - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 44 characters

#friday night and i’m acting like an old lady

My Top Posts in 2022:

does anyone know the average level you defeat alduin? cuz i defeated him at 43 but i cant tell if that is early or late

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i am running on 3 1/2 hours of sleep and tayor swift's new album try me bitch

7 notes - Posted October 27, 2022

I am constantly torn between wanting Eddie for myself and wanting Eddie for Steve

9 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

do you know how happy my little queer autistic self would be if they

brought goddamn eddie munson back to life

made him being autistic canon

and made him canonically gay

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My #1 post of 2022

Draco x reader fanfic

Draco x reader, friends to lovers, 9+ chapters, not complete (but updated regularly)

Potion Partners - Detailed by AddictedToEnemiesToLovers on ao3 and the same name by ella_rose_lee on Wattpad

“I wonder why Dumbledore won’t let Snape become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor,” Ron asked as the trio and you made your way towards the Great Hall.

“It’s obvious, isn’t it? He doesn’t trust him.” Hermione answered, opening the large wooden doors to let us through. “Everyone knows Snape is associated with Voldemort.”

“Speaking of Snape…” Harry comments, studying you. “How is Potions class going with Mr. Better Than Everyone Else?”

“Oh shush. Don’t call him that.” You tell him, giving him a glare as the four of you sit down to eat. “And it’s going fine. He’s a good partner and does his share of the work.”

It had been four days since you and Draco Malfoy had been assigned as year-long Potions partners. When you answered Harry, you weren’t lying. Sometimes he talked to you, but only when he needed to. You thought he was warming up to you though, he had talked to you more yesterday. You were about to tell the trio just that until you heard the telltale screeching signaling mail time. You start to fill your plate with food, not worrying about paying attention since you never get mail. You were about to take a bite of the best-mashed potatoes you had ever had when a letter was dropped right in front of you, almost knocking over your pumpkin juice.

“You got a letter?!” Harry exclaimed, overly excited.

“No need to rub it in, Harry.” You tell him, giving him a dirty look. You examine the envelope, finding nothing but a stamp holding it shut. “It doesn’t say who sent it.”

“Maybe it says inside, open it up.” Hermione remarks.

You follow her instructions, tearing it open. You pull out the letter inside, recognizing the all-too-familiar handwriting. You should recognize it, after all, you see the writing next to you every day in Potions class.

“What does it say, Y/N?”

I put the ring on a chain for you. Your fingers are too small for it without. Keep it. It looks better on you anyway.

-D

You read it aloud to them as you place the chain around your neck.

“Someone must fancy you, Y/N!” Hermione excitedly says. “Who do you think it is?”

“I don’t know.” You lie as you glance up from the letter, towards the Slytherin table. Staring back at you is the blond-haired boy from Potions class.

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fieldnotesfromadivorce · 2 years

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Today feels like the second divorce. Or more like a part 2.

A few things have changed in the past year. A lot more hasn't. I have a new job. I entered and left a new relationship that lasted just under 6 months, and which was almost certainly too soon. Traveled a few new places. Played a lot of Skyrim. A few hookups, a few stories.

That's mostly it.

Still in the same house. Many things look the exact same as when she left. Not sure if a lack of will, a lack of energy, or lack of funds. All three probably.

Haven't picked up any new hobbies really. Tried out some ballroom dancing but it didn't stick. A new job brought me back into the office and it makes me tired.

I'm always tired now.

I went to a single free outdoor yoga class and enjoyed it. I met up with Kelsey afterward, which we'd been doing a few times lately. It was monthly, so I was excited that a month later I would get to go again.

As it turns out, I did not.

Tonight I asked Kelsey if she had heard why there wasn't the usual Meetup notification, and if she was planning on going. She was... with a new guy.

I mean, I knew it was coming. Lord knows I've seen a lot of women in the past year, and poor Kelsey has had to hear about many of them. I wonder if she was any more prepared than I was to hear her news tonight.

Between Bella being put down, a series of tough financial setbacks, and now this, the theme of the week seems to be "stuff I knew was coming but which I thought I would be more prepared for."

So she told me that she was going with a guy, and... Well now I can't remember if she actually indicated that I shouldn't go, or if it was more just that if I did go, I wouldn't be meeting up with her. But at the end of the day, the net effect fact was that I didn't feel comfortable going because I knew there qas no way I was prepared to see what there was a very real chance of seeing. Why she had to turn a once a month exercise event that I really enjoyed going to, and which she probably knew I would want to go to again, into some sort of date event, I'm not sure I'll ever know. I guess she's free to do what she wants.

I'm not all that upset about the yoga I guess. I can do it at home, and I didn't really meet anyone last time anyway.

It's probably obvious what I am upset about, as much as I hate to admit it. And it's hard.

I think what I'm going to miss most though is just having someone to talk to every day. Her messages and replies taper off more each day. Now I hear maybe one reply from her a day, and most of the time it feels like I'm talking to a wall. Or typing into a void, which no one will ever read, like I am right now. I think she's stopped reading and replying to the links I've sent her on Google Hangouts completely.

It was inevitable I guess. It's just crazy to think that this tradition of talking to someone virtually every day for the past decade is, like everything else, quickly fading away and becoming a memory. Even when she was no longer my wife, Kelsey has been a wonderful listener, a reliable friend, and someone consistent to talk to in good times and bad. Even when I was dating Emily, or anyone else, I've always felt like Kelsey made for easier conversation and understood me at a level that no one else did. Clearly she no longer feels the same way; I'm sure it helps living in the same house as the family she's grown up with her whole life and which she can talk to instead.

She did respond really quickly when Bella passed. I was really grateful for that, because that was hard.

But what almost makes me saddest about Bella passing away was how I felt afterward. Bella dying reminded me exactly of my granddad dying. In a way, while it was sad, I felt a lot less than I thought I would about the death itself. I felt like I'd been watching and anticipating it for so long, and her symptoms were so apparent for the last few years now, that the death itself had very little impact on me. I was already prepared for that part.

I think like Andrew's wedding though, it felt like one of those slowly approaching calendar events that I was sort of using as a benchmark in life. That when it finally got here, like Kelsey finding a new boyfriend, that I would have moved on to a degree and would be in a better place in life once it arrived. Even when we got Zoey all those years ago, I was thinking how it was smart we were adopting a younger cat because it would mean I would already have a "replacement" once that time came.

It didn't occur to me I would lose Zoey first.

Anyway, I think what I'm now mourning the most is this strange friendship Kelsey and I have built up over the past year. I'll never forget her checking on me constantly when I was in Colombia to make sure I wasn't dead, and the one or two times Dasha saw it. Lol oops. Dasha has it responded to my messages lately either.

It was really kind of Kelsey to really extend this part of our "relationship" past what, for any other couple, probably would (should?) have been its expiration date. So kind, in fact, that I'm not sure whether she was doing this as a sign of genuine friendship and care, or more just out of charity, sympathy, or obligation. I actually asked Kelsey this question earlier today, and she said she would have to think about the answer.

Gayle in the past has expressed uncertainty that this sort of continuing friendship was good for me in terms of moving on, and maybe she was right after all. But even so, I'm really glad Kelsey has stayed in my life this way. She's been such a presence in my life for the past decade, and even if it hasn't completely died quite yet, I can still feel it slowly fading away.

Or much more quickly now, as it might be. A second divorce.

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jupitermelichios · 3 years

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So I’ve been playing a lot of skyrim lately, because it’s video game comfort food, and I decided it was time for my Redguard Dovahkiin to settle down. (Actually I specifically just wanted to be able to adopt some of the random orphans you meet because I felt guilty about them, but you need to be married before you can do that so that there’s someone at home to take care of the kids while you’re off galivanting).

So I travelled around a bit, chatting up likely looking npcs until I found one I both liked and didn’t feel guilty about marrying (I feel bad if I marry one of the warrior adventurer types, making them be a stay at home mum) and settled on an obnoxiously cheerful argonian called Shavee because her life was frankly shit, and I thought she’d probably be good with kids.

So off I go to Riften to the Temple of Mara to arrange the wedding. I book it in for the next day, realise I didn’t bring anything nice to wear, and spend the night before the wedding robbing every house in the city in the search for something to wear. Eventually decide everyone in Riften has terrible fashion sense and break down everything I stole into raw materials and use them to craft myself an outfit and some jewellery that i’m pretty happy with. I even carefully pick out my fanciest looking sword to wear.

(don’t know why I bothered, frankly, shavee turned up wearing a shirt covered in suspicious stains and weilding a pickaxe, it’s like she doesn’t even care about this marriage)

(also for comedy purposes, bear in mind I play with survival mods that mean my character needs to eat and sleep to live, and I literally spent the entire ingame night on this and forgot to eat and drink anything either and then just downed four bowls of wolf stew right before entering the temple so I didn’t starve during the ceremony. also I discovered during the wedding that I am dying of rockjoint, which I contracted from sleeping in a pile of hay on the floor of a skeever infested cave, so even being six foot tall and jacked can’t make up for the fact that I am exhausted, running a fever, and probably covered in wolf which I spilled because my joints are slowly atrophying, and even the fanciest clothes in the world aren’t going to cover that up)

so I enter the temple, and my finance is there, and Lydia my housecarl, and some random NPCs the game thinks are my friends because I did fetch quests for them

One of the random NPCs is Lisbet. Atfter I did her fetch quest, I then did another quest in which I discovered Lisbet is secretly a cannibal and part of a demonic cult that worships the daedric prince of decay by kidnapping priests, sacrificing them, and then eating their corpses. Raw. I think the raw meat is the sticking point for me here honestly.

I ultimately decided not to sacrifice the random priest to a daedric prince in exchange for one magic ring and all the raw human I could eat, because frankly, that doesn’t sound like much of a deal to me. I was expecting there to be some kind of dialogue choice where I could nope out at the last minute, but it turns out there isn’t one, so after they drugged the priest and tied him to the altar, I just got out my sword and started swinging.

I killed most of the cult (including the town butcher, because I had brought meat from him before and was extremely pissed off that he might have been secretly feeding me humans) but a couple of them got away, which I figured was fine because they weren’t trying to kill me.

Except it turns out, if any of them escape, then every time you see them in the future there’s a random chance that they’ll fly into a violent rage and try and murder you.

Lisbet is at my wedding. Lisbet decides that clearly me marrying this random argonian woman with two lines of dialogue is the happiest day of my life, and she cannot allow me that happiness, when I’ve taken so much from her.

So she tries to kill me. Only she can’t, because I’m stuck in a pre-rendered wedding animation, and also she’s sitting next to Lydia, my faithful retainer and owner of a really big axe.

It also turns out that Lisbet is essential, meaning she can be knocked unconcious but not actually killed because she’s needed for some quest or other. And the minute she wakes up from unconciousness, she tries to kill me again, so Lydia knocks her unconcious again, and I’m stuck, I can’t move, because I’m supposed to be in the wedding animation.

Except Shavee has, not unreasonably, see all this and decided that she doesn’t like me enough to risk getting murdered, and has done a runner, leaving me at the altar, but more importantly, leaving me trapped in a broken pre-rendered animation, so all I can do is stand there at the altar, staring at the space where my fiance was supposed to be, listening to the sounds of Lydia trying and failing to beat a cannibal to death behind me.

Okay, I think, clearly this wedding isn’t going to happen, I’m going to go for the registry office option and complete the wedding using the dev commands. I do this. The priest gives me a wedding ring, and I can finally move again. I chase after Shavee, who has an impressive turn of speed on her, and eventually catch up right by the city gates. I try to talk to her.

Apparently using the console has completed the wedding for me, but not for her, because she still only has the same 2 lines of dialogue she usually has.

Clearly this is working, I can’t leave my kids with someone who can only say 2 things and doesn’t even know she’s their mum, that’s irresponsible.

I try loading from inside the temple. I get the same problem.

Eventually I figure out that I need to use the dev controls to disable Lisbet’s entire existence in the universe.

Shavee and me get married. As the priest reads the vows, I stare at Shavee and wonder why she couldn’t even be bothered to put on a clean shirt. I wonder what kind of mother she’ll be.

Once the ceremony is over, and I’m happily married to the dirty green lizard of my dreams, and we’ve agreed that until I can make her recognise my extremely nice modded house exists I will share her single bed in the unheated flophouse in Windhelm she calls home, I re-enable Lisbet, because I’m worried I’ll forget if I leave it too long.

Fun fact about skyrim, it loads in quite a lot of npcs and objects by dropping them from the sky. I have no idea why this is the case, but it’s objectively the funniest way to load in objects.

I re-enable Lisbet. She falls from the sky, clips through the roof of the temple, and lands in the pew beside Lydia, stands up, draws a knife, and is immedately beaten unconcious.

I no longer care, because Shavee now has all the exciting new spouse-only romantic dialogue options like “Could you cook something for me” and “have you made any money lately”, and I know she’ll be a great mother.

I limp to the door of the temple, while around me the guests not involved in the Lydia-Lisbet murder cycle scream and duck for cover.

I open the door to the temple, immediately collapse and ragdoll down the steps, which is how I discover I am dying of rockjoint.

I limp to the orphanage down the street, adopt two kids, and then finally remember that I’m carrying garlic bread, which as we all know, cures all known illnesses.

When I emerge back into the street, full of the joys of motherhood and garlic bread, I find the town in disaray. Lydia is chasing Lisbet through the streets with an axe and a dragon is circling overhead, burning npcs to death. People are running for shelter, screaming, while the guards try to take down an entire dragon using only the worst bows and arrows in the game.

I decide that as a parent, I have to think of my own safety first and leave them to it.

I head out of the city, intent on returning home and figuring out why Shavee refuses to move in with me. A man hanging around the stables challenges me to a boxing match. For want of anything better to do, I agree.

Halfway through the fight he dodges at the wrong moment and I punch one of his horses in the head.

Two guards attack me while I desperately try to surrender. My kids will miss me, but I’m prepared to go to jail for my horse crimes, I’m an honest citizen. Also my horse crimes seem somewhat less important than the dragon.

The guards refuse to accept my surrender. I am stabbed to death. As I collapse in front of the indifferent horse, Lisbet exits the city, followed by Lydia. The last thing I see before I die is Lydia swinging her axe at Lisbet’s face.

#skyrim #spoilers #technically #although this game is a decade old and we all own at least two versions of it at this point #so i'm not sure it counts #long post

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starlitangels · 2 years

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A Bunch of Redacted Incorrect Quotes

Asher: Apparently, ending every conversation with my alpha with, "Yes, my liege," and a deep bow followed by respectful backwards shuffling while avoiding eye contact is considered sarcastic

•-•

Quinn: I've brought you here because I crave the deadliest game

Angel: *nodding sagely* Knife Monopoly

Quinn: Okay, I was going to hunt you for sport but now I'm really interested in whatever Knife Monopoly is.

•-•

Cole: I asked Marie to share her queen-sized blanket, to which she replied that she was a queen and therefore the blanket was already at max capacity

•-•

Milo: Just found out that the grey cat I see all the time in our neighborhood is actually at least 4 separate identical cats. Went outside and they were all just vibin' together. I'm f*^&in losin it.

•-•

Huxley: Q is too high up in the alphabet. I respect it, but it has no place between P and R. Should be at the end with the weirdo goth letters.

•-•

Lasko: Skyrim is a bad game because I can't hug my friends or my spouse. Maybe I want to let the people in my life know I appreciate them dearly even if they just have three lines of base dialogue

Huxley:

Damien:

Gavin:

Freelancer:

Lasko: And before one of you says something like, "Oh why don't you just play Stardew Valley or Animal Crossing or some other game where you get to be nice to people?" please understand that I enjoy hunting the city guards for sport but that doesn't mean that I'm not full of love.

•-•

Angel: Marry someone you want to annoy for the rest of your life.

Davey: -_-

•-•

Sam: Remember what I told you, darlin'. The quickest way to a man's heart is...?

Darlin': Through the third and fourth rib!

Sam: no

•-•

Amanda: Would you punch David in the face for 10 dollars?

Asher: no

Milo: Absolutely not

Ardyn: No. He's my alpha

Christian: All right, yeah, sure, why not?

Angel, fed up with his attitude: I will pay you 10 dollars to let me punch David in the face

•-•

David: I assume you realize I won't tolerate this kind of idiocy

Milo and Asher: Is there another kind of idiocy you would be more comfortable with?

•-•

Freelancer: Huxley, you're a genius!

Huxley: Yeah, I get called that a lot

Damien, disbelieving: What, a genius?

Huxley: No. Huxley.

•-•

David: We need to have a talk about your professionalism.

Asher, standing on a table: Those are some mighty brave words coming from a guy standing in lava.

•-•

Freelancer: We need to talk about—

Damien: The building was already on fire when I got there

Freelancer: What?

Damien: What?

•–•

Babe: It's beautiful out here

Sweetheart: And quiet

Babe: Too quiet

Sweetheart: Did we lose someone?

*cut to Asher and Milo trying to befriend a bear in their wolf forms*

•-•

Asher: David! What are you doing tomorrow?

David: Having my day ruined by whatever you're about to ask me to do

•-•

Asher: We need to get help from adults!

Milo: We are—

Asher: Real adults!

Milo: Understood.

•-•

Freelancer, after messing up an assignment: I am the world's most horrible person. Ever.

Lasko: Don't say that.

Lasko: My mother will be offended.

•-•

David: Who drank all the milk?

Asher, at the kitchen counter, halfway through a second jug: I did!

David: You drank... a gallon and a half of milk? Why?

Asher: To prepare my bones for the skeleton war!

David: Why do I even expect normal answers anymore?

•-•

Lasko: Damien is choking I need to call 911 but the 9 button isn't working!

Gavin: Turn it upside down and use the 6!

Huxley: Genius!

Damien: *stops choking momentarily* Guys what the f—

•-•

Huxley: You're smiling, did something good happen?

Damien: Can't I just smile because I feel like it?

Lasko: Kody fell down the stairs.

•-•

Freelancer: *walks into class a bit late* Sorry I'm late, I was doin' stuff.

Kody, rushing in, noticeably disheveled: They pushed me down the f*&^ing stairs!

•-•

Avior: You're mad

Starlight, sticking their arm up to their elbow into the Meridian Void™: Thank goodness for that because if I wasn't this would probably never work

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Lovely: I've been eating peanut M&Ms in hope that if a cannibal eats me and is allergic to peanuts I can get my revenge

Vincent: What bothers me most is there is an actual chance that would work

#okay that's enough for now #source: various #mostly twitter and tumblr #i swear i didn't mean for all of these to be Freelancer and Shaw Pack #but that's what happened #Redacted ASMR #Redacted Gavin #Redacted David #Redacted Davey #Redacted Milo #Redacted Asher #Redacted Lasko #Redacted Huxley #Redacted Damien #Redacted Sam #Redacted Vincent #Redacted Avior #lotta characters to tag

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ok but can u imagine the ldb is from solstheim and she’s going to riften for the first time with her friend teldryn sero. teldryn, out of habit and affection, calls her "love", entirely platonic.

lbd is talking to brynjolf in the tavern, he’s flirting, she’s flirting, teldryn chimes in and says sth, adresses her as "love" and bryn is just… suddenly all insecure andd uughfjjjakskskak

i love this so much. i'm always a sucker for affectionate nicknames.

brynjolf/gender neutral ldb. no smut, just too long to post without a cut lmao

"So this is Riften." Teldryn commented when the pair wandered over one of Riften's many bridges. The Dragonborn was staring up at the old buildings, entranced with the ropes swaying easily between their peaks. "Glover Mallory told me a good deal about this place. It looks exactly as I pictured."

"Did Glover warn you about the smell?" The Dragonborn raised the cloth mask over their nose when they passed the fishery. Teldryn's short laugh drew the attention of a few locals nearby. They watched the pair of Dunmer cautiously. The Dragonborn wondered if they had a problem with Mer or adventurers of all kinds.

"C'mon, love. Sun's getting low, let's find a drink." Teldryn knocked his elbow into theirs before turning to the marketplace. He chose the man peddling some Falmer Blood Elixir, the Dragonborn trailing behind.

They paused, staring at the man Teldryn was talking to. Strands of red hair fell into his sharp eyes, the smirk on his face so perfect they wondered if he practiced in a mirror. He looked at them over Teldryn's shoulder and they were immensely glad for the mask covering the furious blush in their cheeks. He was beautiful.

"The Bee and Barb's going to be your best bet for a drink." He paused, looking over the pair. The Dragonborn was glad they'd stayed a few steps behind Teldryn, unsure if they could even form a coherent sentence with the man looking at them. "Just behind you. It's the best tavern for travelers like you."

The Dragonborn nodded, glad they had Teldryn to do the talking as he seemed unaffected by the man. They wanted some reason to stay and talk to him more, to just listen to him speak, but Teldryn led the Dragonborn into the Bee and Barb with a firm hand on their arm.

"Did I miss something?" He taunted when the Dragonborn practically fell into a seat at the bar. They didn't know how to explain. It was like seeing that man had erased every thought from their mind other than him. Could it be sorcery? They'd never felt attracted to anyone that strongly.

"No." They answered, clearing their throat and tugging away the mask. Inside the tavern smelled of sweet drinks and stew, the patrons all chatting at their own tables.

"Really?" He teased, removing the helmet when one of the Argonian innkeepers brought drinks. "Seems to me like someone caught your attention."

They ignored the comment, sipping at their drink. It tasted faintly of home; Talen-Jei had commented that the Cliff Racer included Flin and Sujamma in a pointed comment. They still weren't entirely comfortable being so far from home but it was a relief to have Teldryn with them.

They'd once found him handsome but it was nowhere near what the man in the market had made them feel. After months of travelling together through Solstheim and recently Skyrim Teldryn had become a close friend, a trusted companion, but nothing more. Their relationship was built on teasing and stories of past journeys, there was no romance.

It was comfortable sitting with Teldryn. He told a story the Dragonborn had heard before but they didn't mind. They could hardly pay attention, their mind straying to the man out in the market.

"Can I buy your next drink?"

His smooth voice made their brain stutter. The man claimed the seat next to the Dragonborn and gave them another one of those sly smirks. They nodded, scrambling to find something to say.

"What'll it be, Brynjolf?" Talen-Jei addressed him like a frequent customer. Brynjolf. The Dragonborn liked his name, it was fitting.

Somehow the Dragonborn found themself deep in conversation with Brynjolf. They talked about everything - Solstheim, travelling to Skyrim, the differences in food and drink. He asked every question and seemed to always enjoy their answer.

It was thrilling. Brynjolf leaned against the bar, drink forgotten when he listened to the Dragonborn chatter. They knew they were talking too much but couldn't seem to stop themself. It was just so easy to talk to him, to spill whatever he wanted to hear when he looked at them.

"I'll find us a room for the night, love." Teldryn interjected with a knowing grin. The Dragonborn could only pray there was a room with two beds somewhere in the inn. They weren't a fan of flipping coins to see who slept on the floor. Teldryn always seemed to win.

Brynjolf's smirk faltered a bit, his eyes straying to where Teldryn retreated to find Talen-Jei or Keerava. The Dragonborn's heart sank, wondering if they had misinterpreted his interest.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interfere." He cleared his throat, suddenly unable to make eye contact. The Dragonborn reached for their drink and thought over the conversations, wondering what they'd said to offend him. "I thought you two were just travelling partners. I didn't know there was something more."

"What?" The Dragonborn blurted. Their face heated when Brynjolf finally looked at them again. They tried to form a reasonable response, to explain that there was nothing romantic with Teldryn, but Brynjolf's presence left them tongue tied. "No, he's not, there's not anything." They stuttered, glad to see the corner of his mouth lifting. "There's nothing there."

"Nothing?" Brynjolf leaned closer, voice pitched low and the Dragonborn nodded furiously. His fingers barely brushed over their jaw and they yearned for him lean in just a bit more. It would be so easy to kiss him. "Lucky for me, then."

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