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Tattooed teen stroking and cocksucking POV
Realtor fucks her client and makes him cum twice
Salvadorena en usa
Ambitious Christie Stevens caresses fat chili dog
Luscious Marissa Minx anally spread by hunk cocksucker
Sexy brunette lesbo teens Rina Ellis and Ember Snow deep ass dildo fuck for intense orgasms
British Whore First Time POV Anal
Asian reverse solejob
gordassa de calcinha quer dar a bunda de quatro num sexo amador quente
Sexy Avi Love gets her ass fucked hard
#reauthorized#Decembrist#self-acquisition#witch#diosgenin#lordy#weazen#Giraffidae#yodeling#stercorol#breastbones#evictee#foxie#nonforeign#geomantical#world-contracting#curstness#marginalia#harborage#briolettes
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ok I lied I'm gonna talk about it more
90% of the narrative changes I made to the necrom story in my fic are mostly because when put into the format of written word, they don't go over as well as they do within the context of the game (mostly stuff that boils down to fetch quests, or quests that rely heavily on game mechanics like combat & exploration) I wanted to keep the core ideas and essence because I did really love it! I have a real love for cosmic/eldritch horror and high fantasy and mystery, and I think they did a fantastic job of blending those elements together in a way that still felt very ESO. Some details I don't really vibe with and think they could've done better (why put such an emphasis on the dusksabers being vampires if you're not going to use that in any interesting way, for example)
Mostly what I think it boils down to is the kind of story I want to focus on vs the focus of the story in-game. Like I could go for a one-to-one novelisation, but frankly I would find that boring. In shifting the focus to drals and his self-discovery journey, I do feel like I've had to pair down on some other elements (having gadayn as more of a background character, cutting out meln's ghost and leaving him as a figure of drals' past) in order to keep the focus on drals' relationship with azandar and friendship with leramil. Also dialling back the world ending-ness of it and just having apocrypha and mora being the ones in danger, lowering the ultimate stakes but still giving them all a reason to be extremely invested in the Plot.
Haven't planned as far ahead as The Reveal yet, but honestly? I might leave out the whole ithelia thing and come up with some other big dangerous secret mora's hiding. Not because of anything against ithelia, but because it does end on that kind of cliffhanger and sense of impending doom, and I think I'd prefer it if I could just end the story there and allow the characters to rest after a bittersweet victory.
#yans stuff#drals/azandar#god idk if most of this is coherent im just throwing my thoughts out there#i am really excited to share the next handful of chapters bc shit starts to actually go down#i wont spoil too much but. alavelis & tel rendys arc#and drals getting called on his bs which is always fun#if theres one thing i think i really failed at with AVOTT it was the angle at which i cut things out#i cut out a lot of the harborage story bc i didnt really like the harborage story. but auredil's story and the harborage story were#so inextricably linked that the cuts just made the whole thing kind of fall apart if u look at it too closely#(not to put myself down. there are a lot of things i love about auredil's fic and i think i did a lot of it well)#(but the structure was not its strong point)#all that to say: things will be good if u do them out of love
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As if I don't already have a dozen other fic ideas floating around my head, I now can't stop thinking about the "double Marty" concept from that ask I answered last night.
So much that could be done with that...
#back to the future#bttf#idk if i'll do anything with the idea but i may roll it around in my noggin for a while and see what happens#but i guess this is a running theme with how i get my fic ideas?#''Harborage'' and ''DTD'' were both inspired by asks I got#but how would one differentiate between the two Martys when referring to them?? hmmm#in which nikki gets preoccupied with a new concept when she SHOULD be focusing on her current one
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ok as promised. I had one of these years ago but it was unfortunately lost in a blog purge, but it's actually really important information ESO goes out of its way to hide at every turn, so dear new players:
despite what the game tells you, you should NOT start with any DLC zone, or at least not any DLC zone that was released before Murkmire. As far as I'm aware (and feel free to correct me if I'm wrong), every story DLC after that is fairly self-contained to its own series of chapters, but everything before that was part of a linear plot that spanned multiple years.
Furthermore, ESOs design has for some backwards reason made it so that you are not required to play through base game MSQ first and also skips the initial Coldharbour sequence, both of which are literally the entire setup for the game's plot and why your character is the way they are. This makes things incredibly confusing and everyone I know hates it with a passion.
Therefore, to clear things up a bit:
In all circumstances, you need to do the base game intro, which can be started from the Hooded Figure found in your alliance's starting city (Vukhel Guard -> AD, Daggerfall -> DC, Davon's Watch -> EP). This will have you go through the original tutorial meant for the base game, and will set up the main plot and explain why your character is the way that they are.
iirc, this should immediately plant you in your alliance's initial starting zone, which is where you'll find the start of your alliance's MSQ which will take you through 5 zones. You need to do one from start to finish to start the end Coldharbour sequence. In addition, you need to also do the Harborage quests which is also necessary to enter Coldharbour.
Coldharbour is the end zone for MSQ content, and is the base game's conclusion. You also need to do this entire zone from start to finish, trust me it's good.
It's not necessary but recommended that you play through the Ebonheart Pact MSQ, either as your first or through Cadwell's Silver / Gold (which basically allow you to play through the other Alliance's MSQs as if you started them). You do not need to, but there is a character introduced in EP who will become critically important later and she will recognize if you've met before, and knowing her beforehand helps. If you're wondering, that character is Naryu Virian.
iirc Imperial City is canonically right after Coldharbour, but as it's a DLC centred in Cyrodiil (a strict PvP zone) I never actually did it. If you're okay with missing some things you can skip it - I did, and was perfectly fine.
Orsinium needs to be done first after Coldharbour or Imperial City. It's plot directly sets up the Daedric War storyline, which is the main plot that runs for a while after base game MSQ. Do not play anything else until you've finished Orsinium.
Thieves Guild is for the most part inconsequential and can be played any time or skipped if you want. You cannot skip Dark Brotherhood - you need to play through enough of it to see the Sweet Roll Killer series of quests involving Naryu Virian and Razum-Dar, because this will directly foreshadow the plot going forward.
Morrowind comes after DBH. You need to do BOTH the MSQ AND the Balmora sidequests, which involve Naryu Virian and a character named Veya Releth. Balmora is CRITICALLY important for Summerset, you CANNOT skip it.
Clockwork City follows Morrowind, you need to do its MSQ. CwC sets up Summerset's plot, and leads directly into it.
Summerset is the Daedric War plot's conclusion, and you need to do its MSQ. If you have not done everything I have just told you IN THIS ORDER, you will be missing context. You will not know who the main villain is and why them being there is critically tragic. You will not know the threads that lead to this point. You will not know Summerset was the conclusion to literal years worth of storyline.
You need to play through everything in this order. Do not deviate. Every DLC after this (Murkmire to, as of the time of writing, Necrom) is as far as I'm aware it's own self-contained thing, but this isn't.
TOO LONG, DIDN'T READ: base game tutorial -> alliance MSQ/Harborage -> Coldharbour -> Imperial City if you want -> Orsinium -> Dark Brotherhood + The Sweet Roll Killer sidequests -> Morrowind + Balmora sidequests -> Clockwork City -> Summerset
DO NOT DEVIATE FROM THIS ORDER FOR ANY REASON!
#saint.txt#THE RETURN OF THE KING or whatever#anyways I hope this helps people I don't know why the game is designed this way either
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Harborage
Rating: PG
Word count: 2.1k
Notes: Post-ep one-shot for Irrisistible.
Originally posted at ao3 01/02/2017
~*~
When the ties are loosened and the gag removed, she doesn’t know what to do. Adrenaline tells her to fight or run, but her partner is holding her by the arms, looking at her with wide-eyed concern.
“Scully?”
“I’m fine,” she says automatically, but there’s a traitorous tremor in her voice. His finger comes up under her chin, tipping her face toward his, and she has the insane thought that he’s going to try to kiss her. She jerks away.
“I said I’m fine,” she whispers, but the words waver, and her chin trembles. Her whole body is shaking. He pulls her into his arms before anyone else can see, offering shelter from her own storm.
“It’s alright. It’s alright,” he murmurs, the words brushing the fine hair at her temple. She lets him pull her closer, wraps her arms around him until she can muster the strength to push him away.
“Thank you,” she sniffs, unable to meet his eye.
He gently takes her wrists, examining the damage. Chafing, but nothing deep. He takes her hand in his—warm and solid, she has a fleeting memory of walking with her father as a little girl—and leads her outside where an ambulance is waiting.
“I’ll be right back,” he says, gesturing for her to sit on the tailgate as he goes to look for Bocks. She hates how her heart begins to pound when he ducks out of sight and holds tight to the edge of her seat to stop from running after him like a lost child.
A paramedic approaches from behind and Scully starts, whirling around and reaching for her gun in one fluid motion. Mulder is suddenly by her side, holding her shoulders until she’s steady on her feet.
“Whoa,” the paramedic says, holding up her hands in mock surrender.
Scully flushes with shame when she realizes her error. “I thought you were…” she swallows hard in an effort to hold back tears. “I’m sorry. You startled me.”
“Good thing you weren’t carrying or we’d need another medic,” Mulder says mildly. His hand on her back is reassuring; he won’t leave her side again.
The woman is quick, applying salve to Scully’s chafed wrists, looking at her bruises with a critical eye. “These cuts are superficial, but I’d recommend a trip to the hospital to be—“
“No,” Scully cuts her off. “It’s a few bruises. I can take care of it.”
The paramedic looks at Mulder as if to ask for help, but he shrugs. “You heard her.”
She signs the medical waiver, then follows Mulder to the warmth of the rental car, tucking herself into the safety of the passenger’s seat. She breathes a sigh of relief as he closes the door, shrouding them from the chaos of the crime scene.
“I have a room at a motel near the airport. I’ll get us on the first flight out.”
She’s grateful when he doesn’t press her for information, just puts the car in gear and drives. She closes her eyes, forcing herself to relax each muscle in turn to take her mind off the burning sensation at her wrists, the taste of dirty cloth on the back of her tongue.
At the motel, Mulder grabs two bags from the trunk, one of which she recognizes as her carryon.
“Found this in your car, figured you might want it,” he says, handing her the bag. She takes it, surprised at the way her throat tightens at the gesture.
Mulder is already heading for the office. “I’ll get a second room—“
“No!” she says, her voice echoing too loudly in the near-empty parking lot. “No, I’d…rather not be alone.”
Mulder blinks, hesitating at the curb. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she says. “If it’s OK with you…I probably won’t be able to sleep, anyway. I’ll take a chair.”
“That’s not necessary, Scully. The bed’s big enough for two…if you promise you won’t take advantage of me.”
Her lips curl at the edges. “I promise.”
The motel room boasts the same drab furnishings and dingy carpet as any other, but to Scully, it feels like a homecoming. Three hours ago, she thought the last thing she’d see was the musty floor of a closet. This room is warm and bright and safe, her partner’s tall frame filling the doorway like a barricade.
Mulder locks and chains the door, walking around her to toss his jacket and bag in a chair. Only in the light does she notice the circles under his eyes, his rumpled dress shirt with the rolled-up sleeves, the deepening five-o’clock shadow across his cheeks.
“I’m going to shower,” she says, throwing off her heavy coat, suddenly desperate to get clean.
“Go for it,” Mulder says. “Are you hungry? I’m going to book our flight and get something to eat.”
The thought of food turns her stomach, but she nods. “I’ll have whatever you’re having,” she says, gathering fresh clothes from her recovered luggage.
When the bathroom door is closed and locked, she strips and kicks her ripped, bloodied clothing into the corner. The water is blessedly hot, and soon the room is filled with steam. She opens the body wash, but quickly closes it again. The floral scent makes her dizzy, conjuring images of cold baths and severed fingers. She grabs the plain white soap instead, scrubbing at her skin until it glows an angry red, until the water stings every inch of her body.
When it’s time to wash her hair, she finds herself staring at the tiny bottle of shampoo with dread. The sensation of her own fingers scraping at her scalp makes her heart thump hard against her ribs.
She turns off the water when her skin is raw and her muscles feel like softened clay. Her reflection is a ruddy smear in the mirror, begging to be examined for traces of evidence. There are bruises on her torso, arms, and legs. Her hair hangs limp and dark around her face.
The steam slowly dissipates as the air cools, until goosebumps dance across her skin, until she no longer recognizes the woman in front of her. She traces the scab on her chin with one finger, watches as the woman in the mirror does the same.
There’s a knock at the door.
“Scully? Pizza’s here.”
“Be right out,” she calls, forcing her gaze away from her unfamiliar self. She dresses in sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, twisting her wet hair into a ponytail before opening the door. The smell of peppers and onions makes her mouth water; the shower has worked some small magic, at least.
“Got your favorite,” he says from across the room, a case file in one hand and a piece of pizza in the other. He’s sitting at the table wearing a clean gray t-shirt and jeans. “Hope you don’t mind, I started without you.”
“It’s fine,” she says, reaching for a napkin and a slice, taking a seat on the corner of the bed across from him. “I’m starving.”
They eat in silence. She catches him sneaking glances when he thinks she’s not looking, probably assessing her condition, perhaps thinking he should have insisted they go to the hospital. Eventually she clears her throat, tired of pretending to ignore him.
“How did you know where to find me?”
Mulder hesitates. “Pfaster’s mother had an old property…the house used to belong to her, was willed to one of his sisters. We traced the car back to her and I followed a hunch.”
A hunch, she thinks, stomach churning. It should be reassuring, but the relief in his eyes and the stubble at his jaw tells a longer, more complicated story.
As if reading her mind, he leans forward, touching her wrist. “It wasn’t as far out as it sounds. It would have seemed fitting to perform these acts of brutality in his mother’s space, as a kind of posthumous revenge. The profile was accurate. It was only a matter of time before we made the connection.”
Scully swallows hard, her mouth dry, the pizza threatening to come back up.
“Scully?”
“Hmm?” she looks up, realizes she’s been staring at her lap. “I’m sorry, I…I think I’m going to turn in.”
His brow furrows. “You haven’t finished your pizza.”
“I’m full,” she says, setting the half-eaten slice aside. “It’s been a long night.”
“Oh. Sure,” he says faintly.
She crawls to the head of the bed and slides under the covers, facing away from him, willing her stomach to settle.
“I’m going to start on the report,” Mulder says after a pause. “I’ll, uh, try not to keep you up.”
“It’s fine,” she lies. “I just need to rest.”
She doesn’t expect to sleep, so she’s surprised when her eyes close without her consent, when her body grows heavy after only a few minutes. She slips down into the dream, grasping at consciousness with frantic hands before finally sinking beyond its reach.
His cold hands in her hair, his breath in her ear, hissing like a snake. She struggles against invisible bonds as he pushes her under the water and holds her there. She tries to scream but everything is muted. His demonic face hovers over hers, twisted and deformed by the ripples on the surface.
There’s no way out, girly girl.
She gasps awake to Mulder shaking her by the shoulder.
“Scully, wake up. You’re dreaming.”
He’s propped up in bed next to her, legs stretched out on top of the covers. The television is on mute, casting a faint, flickering glow in the dark. She can feel the warmth of him through the blanket, has to stop herself from curling toward it like a paper touched by flame.
“Just a dream,” he repeats.
She jerks her head in a nod, blinking back tears. “I was back at the house. He was holding me under, I couldn’t breathe…“ she shudders, pulling the blanket more tightly around herself.
Mulder reaches over, pushes a strand of hair from her forehead in a gesture that’s both comforting and too intimate. “Wanna talk about it?”
Something about his presence in the low light reminds her of a confessional, and the words come tumbling out before she can stop them.
“I was tied up in a closet…it felt like hours. I know what to do in these situations, it’s what we’ve trained for, but I panicked. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe…I would have pleaded for my life if I thought it would help—” she stops, taking a deep breath, holding it for a moment to ground herself until she can go on.
“I couldn’t even look at him. I’ve been afraid, of course, it’s part of the job, but…I’ve never been in a situation where I couldn’t face that fear. I couldn’t face him.”
“But you did,” Mulder says, grazing her chin with a fingertip. “You could have stayed in D.C. No one would have blamed you if you had, but you came back. You fought him off, Scully. You lived.”
He pauses before continuing, shifting his gaze to his lap. “I just wish you’d told me. I know you’re used to hiding it for the boys’ club, but I’m not them. I mean, I am,” he says, frowning. “But I’m your partner first, and I want you to—need you—to be honest with me.”
“I didn’t want you to have to protect me,” she says thickly.
He chuckles. “That’s my job, Scully. God knows you’ve saved my ass more times than I can count. Let me return the favor once in a while.”
She sniffs and nods, his fingers tracing a circle on her lower back in silent forgiveness.
“Your strength isn’t measured by your ability to face everything alone,” he murmurs. “If anyone taught me that, it’s you.”
There’s a long silence as he pulls his hand away, and she thinks about the other fears she has yet to confront. He shifts on the bed, long legs stretching as he settles back against the headboard. There’s the rustle of cellophane, the sound of a sunflower seed cracking between his teeth.
“Thank you,” she says after a moment. “I…feel better.”
He gives her a sidelong glance. “Would you tell me if you didn’t?”
His tone is light, but the question weighs on her conscience.
“I would,” she answers truthfully. She reaches for his hand, squeezing it. “I would, Mulder.”
He bites his lip and nods. In the dim light, his profile is softened, and she resists the urge to reach out and ruffle the boyish tuft of hair at his brow. “I know. Get some rest, Scully.”
She turns over, aware of the dip in the mattress where his weight subtly pulls her closer, and she lets it. There’s the sound of her partner’s steady breathing at her back, a comforting lilt.
This time, she does not dream.
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Keevan
One of the younger Draenei who have found their way to the Brigade is Keevan. Having arrived with the latest batch of refugees, Keevan immediately fell prey to some shady elements due to his relative inexperience and a hefty dose of naivety. He was 'rescued' by Zandri, a cleric from Orebor Harborage, which lead to a romance between the two. Only time will tell what role he'll play around the Brigade and what the future holds in store for him and Zandri.
I have finished this piece a few months back, trying to scratch my portrait AND Draenei itch at the same time. I hope you like how he turned out!
#world of warcraft#digital#gaming#digital art#fantasy#digital painting#warcraft art#wow#oc#warcraft#portrait#character art#character design#draenei#feminine
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Heyo, I run a lot of sandbox hexcrawl campaigns, and I was wondering if there was any setting-neutral fantasy generators I could use to help build them on the fly - especially ones that can add settlements and the like as people explore?
THEME: Hexcrawl Generators
Hello friend. When it comes to hex crawls, I understand that pre-written worlds are different from hex-crawl generators. Pre-written hex crawls can be modular, but the setting usually pretty pre-established. On the other hand, there’s plenty of world-generating games that can be pretty setting-agnostic and rather focus on providing oracles to make discovery exciting and somewhat unpredictable. So let’s tackle some of each piece of your list, and maybe we’ll find something that works!
The Undying Sands and Bottled Sea, by Games Omnivorous.
The Undying Sands is a weird desert setting in a weird format. Heavily inspired by Antiquity and sprinkled with sci-fi elements from Mad Max and Jodorowsky’s Dune, the Undying Sands is a lost decaying civilization. Its glorious past long gone, the Sands are now a wasteland of sorts, dotted with crumbling ruins, antiquated temples, lost technology, and pristine natural wonders beyond the reach of most.
The Bottled Sea is an alternate dimension, where ships and sailors from across history are sucked inadvertently into, through strange wormholes and foul circumstance. Locked in a timeless state, the Sea is a flooded realm of buoyant wastes, coral-reefs of multiversal debris, floating wrecks, and makeshift technology, littered with sunken vestiges of a world that was or could yet be. Four factions with competing agendas vie for control over the Harborage, a suspended port city of rubble and ruin in the very centre of the endless waters.
Both of these games are modular hex tiles, so the lore is pre-written, but because the tiles are drawn randomly, nobody knows where they’ll be heading next until they get there! The games come with a GM screen full of helpful tips and information, and there will be special dungeons and encounters on certain tiles. The designers also have expansions for both of these games available in pamphlet form on their website. This can provide the random generation you’re looking for, as long as you are excited about the setting provided.
Hexcrawl Tool, by Horoscope Zine.
This is a simple tool to help you hexcrawl.
When it comes to finding something that is truly setting-agnostic, this tool is probably what you’re looking for. The tool provides two different ways to determine what lies in the next hex, and uses a simple oracle to tell you what kinds of terrain you’ll be walking into. You can use ideas from other world building games to flesh it out, or even hack it using oracles such as the Hey What’s That Planet oracle from junkgolem, or point-crawl adventures such as The Gardens of Ynn, by Dying Stylishly games.
The creator has a number of their own system-neutral sandboxes and dungeons, so you can also browse their shop for ideas!
Gen:Hex by marchcrow.
Gen:Hex is a two-page sheet that has several tables to help you generate exotic locales, storied cities, fascinating NPCs and more - on the go! Fits nicely in the back of an A5 journal. Can be used for solo RPG play or collaborative. The parts aren't interlocking so you can use what helps you propel your story forward.
This is perhaps the best-fitting oracle for some of the above hex map generators, allowing you to fill in the gaps that you’ll find with some of the other generators on this list. It’s two pages of tables with lists of encounters, landscapes, features, troubles and more.
Hex Kit, by Cone of Negative Energy.
Hex Kit is a multi-platform desktop application for building hex maps to be used with table top role playing games. Rather than being bogged down by features and complications, Hex Kit is built to be intuitive and quick to use with an emphasis on art.
This is an application, rather than a game, so it’s probably more useful for making your hex look uniform in some way after you generate it. The application comes with a number of basic tools, but the creator’s storefront has a number of additional tiles that you can import, and you can get additional hexes from other creators, such as the HPS Cartography Kit, and The Tiles of Xark, by Highland Paranormal Society.
These tools don’t come with oracles for the hexes - it’s up to you to decide what each hex means. If you want to see something that makes use of this application (and you want some random tables), you can check out Hexception, a mega-hexcrawl by kumada1.
If you bought the Bundle for Racial Justice and Equality back in 2020, you already own Hex Kit and HPS Cartography Kit!
Games I’ve Recommended in the Past
Wonderfall, by Catscratcher Studio. (Technically solo but has great generators for locations, encounters, people and quests.)
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Happy birthday to Spartan Alice-130!
Today is her -488th birthday!
Alice was not traumatized by her SPARTAN-II training--even as a child, she saw it as a welcome challenge. However, her body rejected the augmentations, leaving her incapacitated with the other "washouts" who survived but could not press on. She underwent rehabilitation, and was able to return to active duty. She was assigned to Red Team with Douglass-42 and Jerome-92--two other washouts.
Alice was deployed to Arcadia with Red Team to intervene in a Covenant seige. Afterward, Red Team joined the crew of the Spirit of Fire, where they were sent to the ruins of Harvest to investigate a Covenant dig site.
The relics at Harvest pointed them and the Covenant to the Forerunner shield world Trove (called Etran Harborage by the Forerunners). They mobilized to stop Arbiter Ripa 'Moramee and the Prophet of Regret from activating the Forerunner dreadnoughts contained within, and to save Professor Ellen Anders, who had been captured by 'Moramee.
In 2559, Alice and the rest of the crew were awakened, having been pulled into slipspace to the Ark. It was there that they learned of the threat of the Banished when Atriox confronted Red Team. After that, the mission changed to stop Atriox's forces on the Ark. Alice would help thin out the Banished presence on the Ark, while allowing Professor Anders to send a distress beacon to the UNSC. As of recent canon, she remains on the Ark.
The engagement on Trove was successful, but it would cost them the Spirit of Fire's slipspace drive. Without being able to enter slipspace, the Spirit of Fire's crew--including Alice--were put in cryosleep while the ship drifted, waiting for rescue.
In canon (~2560), she is turning 49!
I'm also including this pic implying that Alice is about to absolutely rock these Unggoys' shit with her bare hands bc??? Jfc girl.
#is this not the pepe meme with the spilled mcdonalds?#alice-130#spartan II#halo wars#spartan red team
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#a dad n a bab#THEY ARE BAAAAAACK#well I say they#but this is a little look elsewhere for a second#a little interlude#darth maul#path#maul and mellicent AU
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Harborage Condos in Stuart FL Real Estate Market Report for May 2023
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Lyris: All your clothes are really tiny.
Tharn: Everyone’s clothes look really tiny to you.
Lyris: You think I could fit in them if I really, really tried?
Tharn: Nope.
Lyris: Is that a challenge?
Tharn: No.
[ten minutes later...]
Lyris, dressed in Tharn’s incredibly stretched clothing: Ha-ha! I did it!
Tharn: Congratulations. You look like the stripper nobody wants. Now take them off before you rip something.
Lyris: But I wanna show people.
Tharn: Not happening.
Lyris:
Tharn:
Lyris, bolting toward the Harborage door: Good luck stopping me, Shortlegs!
Tharn, chasing after her: SERIOUSLY?!
#incorrect quotes#elder scrolls#elder scrolls online#eso#lyris titanborn#abnur tharn#source: waffles and pancakes
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The Prophet: Vestige, I summoned you to the Harborage six weeks ago. What could possibly be more important than defeating Molag Bal?
Marit:
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Have you ever not been snarky?
In theory, yes, in my very early childhood. But my caretaker used to claim that I was extremely sarcastic for a toddler that hadn't grasped speech yet, so perhaps I had never been not-snarky.
Actually no, wait. There had been approximately a week or so when I made the conscious effort not to be. It was the week I had arrived into the Harborage. Titanborn was very much in her element and made it explicitly clear that I could either speak my mind or keep my bones intact, but not both at the same time.
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Been pondering what to assign as the "A Hundred Times Over" theme song. Each of my bigger, multi-chapter fics have had a song I've gravitated toward while writing it and fits in some way with the theme (even if it's just a vague way in my head).
• "Harborage's" theme song is "Lift a Sail" by Yellowcard. Which, btw, was a song I discovered after having planned out and started the fic, which is nuts because it like...literally describes Marty perfectly and the progression at the end to being in a better place emotionally. And it's about a ship on the ocean!!! And all my chapter titles are nautical-themed!! The last words of the fic are "He was ready," and the phrase "I am ready now" is repeated all throughout the song!!
I mean, come on. If I had asked someone to read the fic and write a song for it, they couldn't have come up with something better than this random song from a 2014 Yellowcard album.
• "Despite the Distance" has two, with "Unity" by Shinedown being more of Doc's theme song. Very nicely describes his feelings about the altered version of Marty and the choice he makes to go after him toward the end (after Marty takes off all upset).
Marty's song for that fic is another Shinedown song, "Brilliant," and I love it. Very much fits in with this damaged, insecure version of Marty who meets a strange scientist and quickly starts to realize that he IS capable and useful and smart
Will forever be Alter-Marty's anthem to me.
• "Because of the Barriers" has "One Last Cigarette" by The Band CAMINO for my dear, messed up Alter Marty. The vibes it has match him wonderfully.
I'll have to ponder one for AHTO. Will report back if I find anything.
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The Thorn in my Side, the Pebble in my Shoe: Ch 8
Summary: The main quest line in Mannimarco’s perspective, except that he falls chaotically in love with the vestige just as much as he chaotically hates them.
Fun stuff: Don’t be mad, but I deviated a tiny bit from vestige’s canon reaction to learning the prophet’s identity. However, everyone else’s lines are canon, so if Varen sounds crazy I swear it was how he was written. As always, vestige is gender neutral and physical features are not described.
"The time has come for the Vestige to know the truth." Aquilarios said, and my lips pulled into a smirk as I rested my cheek on my fist. Though the vestige had taken the entertainment of watching the chancellor and the half-giant skirmish from me, the prospect of watching the vestige realize the deceit of their so-called "prophet" was equally, if not more, gratifying to imagine.
Abnur, despite his treachery, seemed to share in my satisfaction. "What's this? The Vestige doesn't know? Oh, this is rich!"
The half-giant looked wonderfully distraught, "Sire, don't …!"
"Vestige. Until now, you have only known me as the Prophet. But that is not my true name. "
The vestige looked at Aquilarios quizzically, and I couldn't help leaning toward the visage in anticipation. The irony was too sweet; in the very same evening that my closest advisor betrayed me, Aquilarios would reveal his fraud to the vestige. (Though Aquilarios's betrayal was a petty offense at best compared to Tharn's act of treason, any morsel of the vestige's suffering was acceptable for now). I wondered if the vestige would be angry? Maybe upset to the point of tears? Or perhaps disgusted with the imperial's betrayal of trust? My smirk widened to a grin.
"I ... am Varen Aquilarios."
I felt my nails scratch and curl against the desk I was leaning against. For a brief moment, I imagined the vestige's face contort in anguish, betrayal, and outrage. I imagined what they might say in their moment of heightened emotion, what they might blurt out in the heat of anger, and if venomous words of rage might turn into weapons being drawn. I had no doubt that the being who could stand up to my forces would exert no large amount of effort felling the half-giant and the battlemage betrayer. I pictured the haunted expression the vestige would wear leaving the harborage, or possibly they would be disappointed and hurt?
I bit my lower lip. Perhaps I could send an envoy to rub it in, a corpse or a cult member to taunt their betrayal before lunging to their throat. Perhaps I could visit them myself to mock them in their weakened state before sending them to Coldharbor. After all, they would be significantly weakened from battle. Vulnerable even, physically and mentally. They might even be easy to manipulate in their state... susceptible to the gentlest of suggestions—
"Oh. Okay."
My vision of the betrayed, vulnerable, tearful vestige was shattered and replaced with the vestige squinting and nodding as if they were attempting to feign recognition over the name (and yet, I highly suspected they were wracking their mind to remember the name Varen Aquilarios—their late fallen emperor!) By the divines, if I had not witnessed their daftness before, I would have assumed the vestige knew I was watching them and was toying with me on purpose.
Somehow, I was the only one to notice the vestige's ignorance.
"Our fallen Emperor, in the tattered robes of a Moth Priest, blind as a newborn kitten!" Tharn gloated.
The vestige's eyes lit up with recognition and I got the barbaric urge to club them over the head with my staff. No disappointment, no betrayal, nothing?! I grit my teeth as my hands came into tight fists.
"I am sorry I deceived you, Vestige," The 'emperor' lowered his head as he ignored Tharn, turning to the vestige.
"It's fine," The vestige waved him off. I seethed through my teeth. The divines must have created the vestige simply to plague my life and spoil my existence.
"You are angry," Aquilarios said, resigned. "It is to be expected."
"I'm not, really."
"We lied to you... I... I hope you can forgive us. Forgive me." The half-giant lowered her head as well in a pitiful sign of acquiescence. I rolled my eyes.
"You're forgiven," The vestige thought for a moment. "And did you lie to me? I don't think you ever said you weren't the emperor."
"You can be at the very least a little upset," Tharn seemed to mirror my irritation.
"It's really not that big of a deal," The vestige said.
"It is. I caused this. All of this. If Molag Bal destroys this world, the blame will be mine, and mine alone." At Aquilarios's words, I scoffed aloud at the imperial's audacity. I was well aware of Aquilarios's tendency to self-sabotage in a martyrial cry for attention, but to take credit for my masterful handiwork? My deviceful and brilliant machinations? His presumptuousness was a disrespect.
"Uh, no. It's not," The vestige said. "This was Mannimarco's fault, he tricked you." I rose an eyebrow. 'Tricked' sounded like I pulled some juvenile caper, not orchestrated the most seditious act of treason ever known to mer or men, but at least the vestige had placed credit where it was due. I crossed my legs.
"I fell for his treachery because of my own arrogance." Aquilarios gripped his staff tighter. "Whatever you think of me, you must not blame Lyris."
"I don't."
"As for me... When this is over, if you still judge me harshly, you can end my life. I will offer no resistance." I rolled my eyes a second time. Every day I no longer had to pander to the imperial's melodramatics was a day better lived.
"That's crazy, so no I won't do that." The vestige exhaled, before taking the imperial's hand that wasn't gripping his staff with both of theirs. "I promise I'm not upset. Prophet or emperor, that doesn't matter. What matters is you're doing something about it now."
The half-giant beamed, Aquilarios let out a shaky sigh of relief, and I gagged.
The vestige let go of the decrepit, pitiful man. "So, what now?"
"We must find Sai Sahan. Everything depends on that. Abnur and I must confer on that matter."
And I would have to make preparations so that they would not get even within a league of finding his location. If only the wretched, miserable was as weak in holding his tongue as he was at swordplay.
"Before that," Tharn spoke up. "Vestige, may I have a word?"
The vestige perked up, coming to the betrayer's side. Something irked me about how quickly the insipid hero trusted Tharn, who not an hour ago was their enemy. Or perhaps I was still upset with Tharn's treachery. The black eye on his face certainly helped.
"This may come as a bit of an alarm to you, Vestige, but it is better to be wary of where you are when you're out doing... whatever it is you do."
The vestige's brow furrowed, and my lips curled up in a smirk. At the very least, Tharn was fooled by my deception in regard to my visage.
"What do you mean?" The vestige asked.
"The King of Worms has had eyes on you for some time now. A magical visage that can spy your whereabouts."
"What?" The vestige's eyes widened, before they began to look around anxious. I almost laughed at their alarm; their flurry of panic could almost be deemed as endearing. Could be, as in someone of a lesser stature with lower standards would deem them so. Regardless, their fear was enough to spread my grin from ear to ear as I leaned closer to the visage. "Is he watching right now?"
"Yes," I couldn't help but mewl to myself.
"Most likely not, so you can stop that sweating," Tharn said, curtly, and the vestige relaxed their tense shoulders at his reassurance. Part of me wished I hadn't deceived the chancellor, just so I could watch the vestige continue to tremble at the thought of me. "I'm unsure of the mechanics of it, but his visage apparently goes blank when you aren't in proximity to mundus stones. Avoid the mundus stones and you should be fine."
"Oh, okay..." The vestige looked off to the side, biting their lower lip. In a moment of oddity, I imagined them in front of me with that expression of nervousness, not in front of the chancellor. I pushed the thought away as quickly as it came.
Tharn exhaled, exasperated. "What is it?"
"He didn't, or uh you..." They cleared their throat, "I didn't do anything embarrassing that anyone saw, did I?"
Tharn looked physically fatigued by the question and I burst out into laughter. I wiped a tear from my eye, "Ha! Everything you do is embarrassing, vestige." How great it would be if they heard that.
"I'm going to ignore that you said anything," Tharn said. "Varen and I have work to do, but we will call for you when we need you."
"Right," The vestige affirmed, and I could practically feel their blush through the visage. As they turned to leave the harborage, I felt myself grinning in triumph despite the losses I fell that evening.
#tes#teso#the elder scrolls#the elder scrolls online#Mannimarco#mannimarco x vestige#the thorn in my side the pebble in my shoe#the vestige
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