& YOU ARE DUST.

[ashelander]

ashelander:

my health and my work life is finally on a calming upswing. that being said, i can finally dedicate more time to this blog.  so, without further ado, who would like a small starter from the angry ashlander dunmer?

[kapuletov]

THE GRISHA TRILOGY sentence meme

“The problem with wanting is that it makes us weak.”

“The less you say, the more weight your words will carry.”

“The moment our lips met, I knew with pure and piercing certainty that I would have waited for him forever.”

“Thanks for finding me.”

“I’ve been waiting for you a long time, _____ “

“You and I are going to change the world.”

“I’m sorry it took me so long to see you, _____.  But I see you now.”

“You belonged with me.”

“Why won’t you leave me alone?”

“Then I’d be alone, too.”

“Did you tell him what I showed you in the dark?”

“You’re under his protection.”

“I will strip away all that you know, all that you love, until you have no shelter but mine.“

“You might make me a better man.”

“And you might make me a monster.”  

“I’ve seen what you truly are and I’ve never turned away.”

“You’re shaking.“

“I’m not used to people trying to kill me.”

“Maybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay.”

“And there’s nothing wrong with being a lizard either. Unless you were born to be a hawk.”

“Princes bleed just like other men.”

“Na razrusha'ya. E'ya razrushost.” I am not ruined. I am ruination.

“What is infinite?  The universe and the greed of men.”

“Do you blame me for every mistake I made? For every girl I tumbled? For every dumb thing I’ve said? Because if we start running tallies on stupid, you know who’s going to come out ahead.”

“That sounds like a brilliant plan.”

“People, particularly big men carrying big rifles, don’t expect lip from a scrawny thing like me. They always look a bit dazed when they get it.”

“Too much champagne?”

[hvitabiorn]

It feels so surreal to be back here with this many followers – again. I was absolutely heartbroken when I lost the muse for Agni, my first roleplay blog and the character which meant the absolute most to me. And when I did come back from that extended unannounced hiatus I had – reasonably and expectedly – lost quite a few followers. But I am honestly just over the moon to see this fandom growing – but also to see others from differing fandoms coming back over to Agni to indulge in angsty bear mom things. I am so happy to be back here. 

SO IN ORDER TO KEEP THIS RELATIVELY SHORT ( I could have gone on longer up there, but we don’t come to tumblr for n o v e l s ) I’m just going to mention the blogs which have either – been here since the beginning, were here when I returned, or gave me the inspiration to return !! If you aren’t mentioned here, its honestly because I’ve forgotten, and every single one of these 400+ people are the reason why my muse for Agni returned. 

 ashelander || brnjlf || cannotcontrolher || draconisa || faalkonahrik || faalvedkodaav || fatherofasgard || formerbravo || fulgurr || goraangrohiik || maesna || manicwhispers || materxnatura || motherofasgard || mxrcer || naaklein || norokyolsil || onlymiracle || ofluscinia || priiyasmara || pugpicker || pyrewrought ||  siihas || svikinnar || taalos || ulfhrafnx || vidarrson || vulsoven

[ashelander]

when u see other people’s cute af muses on the dash and you just quietly put a leash on urs like ‘ no honey, we don’t touch things that aren’t ours. ‘

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Ellie Goulding - “Salt Skin”

[faalkonahrik-deactivated2015090]

▐▒ ashelander ♥’d this for a starter

          The ring of the arrow echoed in his ear even after it had passed. A WARNING shot meant for Lorkhan as his approach became too close for comfort. Such distasteful creatures the Dunmer; their hospitality not among the most profound. Even so, Lorkhan was not armed ; least, he did not reach for the sword that rested by his side, despite its desperate YEARNING for its master’s touch. ❝   —- I see pleasantries are out of the question.   ❞ He says, turning his attention to the woman now with a look of offense crossing rugged features.            ❝   You bare the inhospitably of your kin.   ❞ There is a hiss upon his tongue, show through the qualities of Lorkhan that was often considered serpent-like. ❝   Though I thought you more honourable than to attack a man without a weapon in his hand?   ❞ 

[ashelander]

     KNOTCHED distaste bares itself between bowstring and iron tidings, ready again, this time hardly to miss though her aim between the blurred vision of one eye was daringly horrid. Outlanders, foreigners, all so brazen in where they tread, where feet to fall, and land to claim ; she had no love lost for them. Even in a plain that did not coddle to the harsher notions of her ilk. The arrow quakes in her fingers, tension wailing within her arms. Released in hand, her palm measures carefully, dropping the threaded threat only slightly.

      ❛ -- You have a weapon all the same, do you not, Outlander? This is a warning. If I had meant to harm you, a bow I would not have chosen. ❜ She seethes and nods offsides ever so, the barest breadth of space between her feet and mace made known ; in truth she would not harm him unless he made move or wished to sully the earth upon which she made her camp, these were her hunting grounds for the day ( and she abides by no other creature than fellow MER ) . 

       Beast blood coddle and churned, a boil beneath her skin. Wretched monster, clawing, scraping, roaring and she tempers it down through bitter swallow and conversation.This intruder deserves that much. 

                                                  ❛ Speak now --                                              what do you want? ❜

[pvrseltongue-blog]

TO SPREAD POSITIVITY.

;; I challenge all of you to send me URLs! Send me URLs of your Tumblr crushes, your best friends, strangers you like to see on your dash. Send me any URL you want, and I’ll talk about the things I like about them and their blog. You can do this on or off anon, it makes no difference, just send me URLs you want me to praise. just put ‘positivity’ in the beginning of the ask and I’ll know what to do.

[ashelander]

Farrun, co-founder and chairwoman of the ‘ HUMANS ARE THE WORST ‘ club. now accepting new members. no humes need apply. 

[ashelander]

                                          Comfort is given ;                                                  Justice is TAKEN. 

                                              ( – written by frey )

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ashelander

            “There are few brave enough to wander                 this forest. I commend your efforts though                 I cannot allow you to pass into the village.” 

[ashelander]

‘ There is little other choice I have.   You would send me back into that treachery? ’ 

     SNARL seeps forth, chin poised upward ; she does not know the woman who stands before nor does she care but the weight of burden ‘pon her back feels heavier than before at declaration. 

[new-safe-space]

[ashelander]

there comes a time in every young blog’s life when they have to set out and appreciate those that have made their short-lived time relatively less awkward -- this would be that time && i am no less awkward despite it all. truth be told, i did not expect Farrun to get past 50, let alone any higher, but here she is and how loved ( at least by my standards and those are v low, lbr ). so this is just a small list of those blogs that have followed me from other paths, whether it be on any of the following ( FEMALETITANTYPE | TETHRXS | THOUGHTLOCKS | & MANY MORE ) or just recently came into my life as being absolutely astounding and furthering my expectations that there is no shortage of phenomenal writers ( especially within the TES community ). i may not have had the chance to interact with all of you, but i enjoy seeing you on my dash daily regardless. 

so without further ado and shitty formatting, 

                           abrideoffire, aurumlioness, battlesworn, bythestone,                            bosmericarnivore, claamor, cogncscens, defectorisms,                            donyokuu, emmailen, fxreball, fraegdulfr, getmyfist,                            grishildr, galaxychord, gahamer, halfliight, heraldofdoubt,                            hvitabiorn, inferuxs, irmorisenatha, kxfir, kxrei, kinginnuendo,                            ledovna, laceraalas, lionford, lightcrowned, lugalkusiga,                            maskdad, masochisticsadist​, mammaterasu, naaklein, nyesamla,                            onlymiracle, ofstrings, ofpiety, offayth, ofluscinia​, personistar​,                            peredhellen​, pyrewrought​, rapusodosu, rebelliontales​,                            reverse-gaia​, svikinnar​, stabbystabseeker​, svedauth​,                            semiaqun​, shinesdifferently​, toshootfirst​, thesmophoric​,                            theharellan​, trevelycn​, thereasxnableone​, thequarrelsome,                            ulfhrafnx, ursiidae, wolfixis, witandcharms, witherae, xreveried,                            xvaleant, && the entire blog roll lbr. 

but there is always an honorable mention to these things;                   C A T H  ( korcarian | seidenryuu | mesukku ) ::                      you are perhaps the biggest inspiration, motivation, && supporter of me                      that i have ever known in any community. whether it be all the new muses                      i come up with all the time or the silly ideas i want to run by you -- you                      never tell me anything but astounding and supportive things, you never                      tell me that i can’t do something, or that something is stupid. you are such                      a phenomenal human being, an amazing writer, and beyond the bounds as                      a friend that i do not deserve. we joke and we jest about how close we are                      but i seriously cannot imagine my life here without you now. if there is                      anyone that would make or break my experience here, it’s you and i                      truly do not think my world here would be nearly as fun without you in it.                                                                                                                     -- i love you. 

[gahamer-blog]

( PELLAN. ) —— ashelander.

                     ❛   Have you ever had the chance to encounter the Cliff                   Racers? Infuriating pests, they are, but entertaining target practice.   ❜

[ashelander]

‘ That is like asking if I have seen the sun rise and fall.   I find more vexation with the Alits, but that is a matter   of hunter pride. ’ 

     SHE laughs ever slightly, though ‘tis only to cover up the cringe a physical form makes at the name of those tireless, screeching creatures from above. Infuriating was too kind of a word.  

‘ Why do you ask such things?’

[ashelander]

                        starter || ❝ Sorry, I only tell the story. I’m not a part of it. ❞

     BRISTLING skin shivers, the night’s chill evident beyond the glare of the moon, though the tavern hearth should warm. Her irritation is outward, evident and plain ‘pon a narrowed, gnarled visage -- a sneer marring pretty mouth in favor of ill manners and treacherous tidings. There are weeks before the change, she deigns not to say, but instead overhears a useless prattle of a story and inquisitiveness of maids to follow ; the man telling obviously lacking the answers desired.   

     Attention turns over shoulder, upper lip curling, and the crass interruption is made. She dose not particularly care for the benefit of hospitality nor it’s boon upon her head ; listening to this man for the past hour had made her drink and mood sour twice over. 

‘ Then why tell it at all? You’re no bard.   Humans, always taking stories that weren’t   yours to tell to begin with .  ’

& ; ( thereasxnableone )

[chris-pine]

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With his educated eyes, And his head between my thighs I found a savior.

[semiaqun]

         If someone as novice as he was had the time to make a weapon that held together better than a few of his own knifes, then there was too much on his hands. During the time between one job from the next, all the assassin had to do was occupy his attention. Something to keep him distracted so he was not seeking out work on his own. As professional as he was with his occupation, restlessness came all too easily for him. It took everything he could to be the one elites sought after instead of approaching himself. Unfortunately, the lull between was near unbearable to some point.

         “ DAMN IT – ”

     It had taken a few days to insert the knife with the spring in the sole of his shoe. An insert that had given him less than an inch more to his height. FINALLY it had come together and was holding steady, a tap to the release button at the back allowing the blade to slip out the front.  It had taken one more day to insert a successful stopper so the blade did not release itself and shoot out. Now he merely needed to practice using such a weapon.

        “ SONUVA – ”

      THIS was why rogues stuck to fighting with the knives in their hands. As flexible as he was and as high as he could get his leg, distance between connecting the top of his foot with the target and the knife slicing through was something he was having trouble judging. One more swing and he’d get it. So he tried –                              and failed. Again.

       It fell too short and he barely grazed the bag hanging in front of him. A disgruntled groan escaped, expletives pouring out under his breath as he took one of his knives from his belt. With a spin in the palm of his hand, he sunk the blade into the cloth of the bag himself. Patience was not one of his virtues.

                    { &// ashelander }

[ashelander]

     PERHAPS it had not been a sight for her eye to behold nor an audition for one of the most humiliating ways she could watch a man fight, a struggle of limbs and failed experimentation. An interesting concept to say the least but a poor execution and she knows the individuals who would take to such things back home would have only loudly heckled ; hyenas in the fray of weaponry and paltry manners.  Oh, she would have been lying if it didn’t garner a snigger from her lips. 

     She watches with idle time, brows raising with each attempted strike and arms to cross whilst the haunched stance of her back bows against a near by plank, settling in for the show. How long until he notices her, she wonders? Head cocked and smile carving into scarred visage, the she-elf finds little room to care. As warrior, her interest in the shoe -- blade thing was completely superficial ; shield and sword, a truer method there was none and she’d stick to it to her dying day ( -- whenever that reality deigned to rear it’s hideous, gloried head ) .  

     But frustration mounts in the individual across the way and it isn’t long before defeat is read cleanly, clearly across knotted features. The warrior tosses out advice unwarranted and reprisal is what she expects to meet -- announcing one’s presence to a hardly glamorous display of skill had never been a particularly tactful venture. She didn’t care. 

‘ It’s a good concept in theory, but impractical.   Kicks and legs? Easily blocked. By the time your   thigh drops, you’d already have five blades at   your throat.  ’ 

     Armored body, tossed in furs and leather shoves off a pillar, slow saunter of thicker thighs and crossed arms to greet. 

‘ That and your balance is shoddy. One knock    from a shield and doesn’t matter how many    hidden knives you have. ’

[shinesdifferently]

“I’ll stand.” He said curtly, strong shoulders raised. He had not come to exchange pleasantries. Innocent lives were lost and he planned to avenge them. First, he would have all the facts before he turned his blade on the perpetrator. The witcher studied her again, appraising the fire in her eyes and the one she held in her breast. Not all monsters were evil, the same as not all humans were good. He’d find the truth of it here.

“The moon’s not the only method of transformation.” He’d once hunted a werewolf who relied on alchemy to mimic the effects of the moon and changed every time he drunk a potion. Geralt shrugged his shoulders and reached a decision.

“Alright. Tell me what you believe happened.” 

[ashelander]

     RUDENESS she should have expected and still her tongue meets it with a hiss and scoff, clucking once against inner cheek.  Hume were always so -- Teeth bare in sheer mockery of his chase ; assumptions were what got individuals killed, especially through wicked woes and ways casted aside when flesh became fur.  

‘ I keep myself during the moon. And I hold   no other way to hunt other than that.  ’ 

     A plain answer for disastrous discussion, but hands raise to pluck away leather and gauntlets. Bruised flesh, disgusting marks of purplish and green hue, muddled against already darker flesh -- shackles for neck and wrists alike and if inspection deemed further, her hips she could show as well. Caged, locked away ; her beast blood she does not allow to control and perhaps he’d understand or think her a fool for denying an innate nature that makes her now prey and he predator ( all that matters in one false move and positions can change so easily ) .  

‘ And I don’t need to be a beast to do damage.   My blade is good enough for that, Witcher.   You’re hunting a feral, packless wretch who   wouldn’t have bothered to stop for an excuse.  ’