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mwagneto · 2 years
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genuinely about to cry at the word for france in te reo māori. so like. almost every country name is just the english name but altered to only have letters that exist in te reo (so like canada = kānata, norway = nōwei etc) except france that is literally just fucking. wīwī. as in ouioui. imgoing to fucking die
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dingdongitmustbelove · 8 months
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i love being a self shipper but half of the time it feels like this
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PROSHIPPERS PLEASE DNI
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theunemployedrogue · 2 years
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chilumitos · 3 months
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𓈒 ˚ 🐑 𓈒 ˚ ೀ
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umbracirrus · 9 months
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Okay, so, I have recently been thinking about axes and their importance in Nord culture in Skyrim, in part because I have something planned in a fanfiction that involves giving an axe and have been doing a little bit of research into it, and I have gone down a bit of a rabbit hole so please bear with me on this mini essay in which I have pulled together my thoughts/observations about axes in Skyrim and my two favourite Jarls, Balgruuf and Ulfric.
So, as anyone who has done the Civil War quests in Skyrim would know, there is a pivotal point in which the balance of power in Skyrim shifts either towards the Empire or the Stormcloaks based purely upon the player's alignment - when Whiterun either aligns with the Imperials or is taken by force by the Stormcloaks. Of course, there is one particular event which happens immediately before the battle begins, and that is the delivery of an axe.
However, at this point I would just like to bring up something which will become relevant later no matter what your alignment - at the point of the axe being sent, you have been named a Thane of Whiterun. Balgruuf won't hear anything to do with the Civil War when a dragon is attacking the Western Watchtower, so becoming both Dragonborn and a Thane is a prerequisite to the Civil War.
If you align with the Empire, it is Balgruuf who decides to send an axe. If you ask why, he gives the explanation that "if he returns it to you it means we have business to settle. If he keeps it, then we are at peace.", and if you ask whether you should say anything, he says that Ulfric knows what it means (also important for later!). The other dialogue option which isn't just 'sure, okay, I'll do that' also says that it is tradition, and that Ulfric honours traditions.
Obviously, Ulfric doesn't accept it and you return to Balgruuf with the news that he will be attacking Whiterun and suddenly, the city is under siege. When you win, Balgruuf personally thanks you for what you have done after his victory speech.
Now, on the other side of things, if you side with the Stormcloaks, it is Ulfric who gives you the axe to take to Balgruuf, but his explanation is much more... succinct. "If he keeps it, I will bide my time. If he returns it to you, it means war."
And as with the other side, because the game would be pretty boring is Balgruuf was to go "sure, I accept Ulfric's axe", he rejects the axe and that in turn means that you return to Ulfric with his axe, and he expresses his disappointment that Balgruuf had done so.
The two Jarls wanted the other on their side, but their views were fundamentally different they couldn't accept. 😭Sending their axes was just a formality, a way of saying 'this is it, we have to fight now'.
So what I am basically getting at, the civil war quest establishes that giving an axe is a way of determining allies and enemies, depending on whether it is accepted or rejected.
Coming back to what I mentioned earlier, in order to do the civil war quest and to talk to Balgruuf in order to either give him Ulfric's axe or to give his axe to Ulfric, you have to have become the Dragonborn and are a Thane of Whiterun. When you become a Thane in Skyrim, you end up receiving a weapon as a reward, typically named 'Blade of *insert hold name here*'. Except in two places.
Whiterun, and Eastmarch. In those places, you get either the Axe of Whiterun or the Axe of Eastmarch.
If I remember correctly, the blade weapons are randomly generated so have the potential to be axes, but these two are specifically named to be and are axes.
What else is in common with Whiterun and Eastmarch?
Their Jarls (Balgruuf and Ulfric) are the only two people in Skyrim who actively partake in and have knowledge of the tradition of the sending of axes.
When you become a Thane of these two holds, you are not just becoming a Thane, you are becoming a trusted ally of the Jarl, somebody who they can rely upon. Even more so with Ulfric, because you can only become a Thane of Eastmarch with Ulfric as Jarl if you are Stormcloak aligned.
Speaking of being Stormcloak aligned, how about a diversion back to the Civil War, specifically when the battle for Whiterun has reached its penultimate stages, Balgruuf has been defeated and has surrendered control of Whiterun. After an argument with Vignar (and I'll get into him later because he makes my blood boil), Balgruuf turns to you and says a line which absolutely breaks my heart - "And you. A Stormcloak? I'd thought better of you." 😭
Balgruuf thought you his ally, he had given you his axe, and you have just gone and stabbed him in the back (figuratively, and quite possibly literally depending on character build). As I said, it breaks my heart when he says that line.
Basically, what I am getting at, is that the depth of such a simple tradition in Skyrim is immense and I wish that there were more things like it (beyond the duel to the death for the throne thing, looking at you Ulfric) or saw it used more in the game. And that Balgruuf and Ulfric are by far the best Jarls in terms of character development and just how much their homeland and traditions mean to them. And I wish that there was a way to keep Balgruuf as Jarl even if you are Stormcloak aligned because fuck Vignar, and you know what? Fuck Maven Black-Briar too, she sucks. Laila is pretty incompetent as Jarl but at least she isn't Maven and that's a rant for another time. But not having Maven as Jarl is main reason I join the Stormcloaks more often than not. Balgruuf is usually the main reason that I join the Imperials on playthroughs.
Now... Vignar Gray-Mane. When you make him Jarl of Whiterun and he names you Thane, he gives you the Blade of Whiterun, not the Axe of Whiterun (yeah, I know I said that I think the blade weapons can be randomly generated as axes, and no doubt it was given to stop you from having multiple axes of Whiterun, but I just don't like Vignar soooo....). That's mean. Especially after we protected the city and helped him become Jarl too. There's another layer of insult there if you've rescued Thorald, his nephew, from the Thalmor. At least Brunwulf Free-Winter gives you the Axe of Eastmarch when he is Jarl if you defeat Ulfric for the Imperials and complete that shitshow of a quest 'Blood on the Ice'. Brunwulf is a bro, not Vignar. Hmph.
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delicatepointofview · 7 months
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Louis getting the gossip on fans fighting during the concert (12/10)
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ofmdtereomaori · 8 months
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sorry not sorry
(Kupu whakarite from Hona Black's He Iti Te Kupu: Māori Metaphors and Similes, buy the book)
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chomesuke · 6 months
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it's te pūtake o te riri today, the national day of commemoration for the nz wars
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eliseliedl · 1 year
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Skyrim 17 / ?
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solarbunzzz · 9 months
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Hiiii, today I offer you some doodles of q!Baghera I made some days ago :]c
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strigital · 1 year
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And when the world remembers...
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kyuala · 2 months
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"Para."
Os raios do sol escaldante de verão poderiam até estar te cegando se não estivessem completamente ofuscados pela visão ao seu lado - literalmente, a visão masculina que não desgruda um segundo de ti, ávida por captar cada microexpressão que as provocações te causam.
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"Para com o quê?", Simón pergunta, exibindo o sorriso cínico de sempre. O teu não fica muito atrás, apesar de esconder um cinismo diferente - de quem sabe das intenções do argentino e, pior, não tem sequer interesse em que elas parem em momento algum. "'Tô fazendo nada."
"Sei", ri, debochada, se aproximando por cima do braço da própria cadeira de sol sobre a adjacente para empurrar levemente o ombro do rapaz com uma intensidade claramente nada eficaz. "Você com esses olhinhos aí...", é interrompida por uma das mãos de Simón agarrando a tua, afastando-se ao passo que ele se aproxima, imitando seu tom de voz num hum? eu e meus olhinhos o quê? para te provocar ainda mais. "Ficam me encarando."
Bufa, puxando a mão de volta e murmurando um cara chato, mal ouvido sobre os sons da gargalhada alheia. Decide deitar de bruços, por fim, na esperança de conseguir pelo menos disfarçar o sorriso teimoso que não te deixa os lábios. Solta, ainda tentando manter a pose de marrenta, "tu vai arrumar um problema comigo, hein, Simón."
"Eu vou arrumar um problema com você?", questiona, o divertimento na voz já denunciando que, apesar da ameaça vazia, sabe que o resultado da discussão vai lhe agradar de um jeito ou de outro. Sempre é assim. "Por quê que eu iria arrumar um problema com você, gatinha?"
De olhos fechados, sente o corpo ao teu lado se levantando para se apoiar no cotovelo e, pior, sente o olhar alheio queimando por toda tua parte inferior, mal coberta pelo pano pequeno do biquíni.
"E se eu começar a gostar demais de te ter? Hein?", rebate, virando-se para encará-lo com seu melhor olhar desafiador. Sem sucesso, claro, porque ao olhá-lo desse jeito parece que o único desafio - para os dois - é ver quem é que aguenta mais tempo sem ceder um beijo ao outro. "Se te quiser só pra mim, o quê que tu vai fazer?"
Simón sorri ainda mais, o olhar desavergonhado sem parar de te correr o corpo todo, da cabeça aos pés, por um segundo sequer. A mão boba - que de boba na verdade não tem nada - se apressa em caçar teu joelho e acariciá-lo quando os olhos finalmente fixam nos teus, quase que para te distrair do carinho público que está recebendo com tamanha proximidade dos amigos em comum, algo que vai explicitamente contra as regras de vocês.
Só sexo. Sem se apegar. Ninguém mais pode saber.
"O problema seria você, então?"
O olhar de quem já matou a charada acalma teu ar desafiador, deixando mais mansinha - por mais que ainda se apegue à marra, crispando os lábios e dando de ombros, cheia de charminho.
"Talvez."
"Porra," Simón ri baixinho, mordiscando o lábio inferior, o olhar percorrendo teu corpo uma última vez e a mão que sobe discretamente passando pela tua coxa, com um destino com o qual você sinceramente não se importa muito em vetar agora. "Se esse fosse o único problema que eu tivesse na vida eu 'tava feito, gatinha."
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chilumitos · 22 days
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𓈒 ۫ 🪭̸ 小 𓈒 ︵♡︵
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shokolu · 1 month
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scogito · 3 months
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Un ego distorto facilmente può incarnare il male, poiché segue solo il proprio tornaconto. Tuttavia sarà sempre un ego, quindi dotato di volontà, perseveranza e autonomia. Ovvero di una direzione.
Un idiota (colui che è privo di ego) non possiede nessuna di queste qualità, ma di solito le invidia o le vuole buttare giù. Non riuscendoci poiché non è in grado di governare se stesso, ricopre il ruolo di inetto, di vittimista o di bugiardo (si finge chi non è).
Questo fa di lui un pericolo ambulante privo di logica, chiarezza e responsabilità, perché vive senza spirito critico, non possiede una struttura interna fissa, non ha una direzione e peggio ancora, è convinto di averla.
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ofmdtereomaori · 8 months
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The evolution of Stede. Kupu whakarite from Hona Black's He Iti Te Kupu: Māori Metaphors and Similes, available here.
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