Chiqi

A burning dumpster fire of my hyperfixations. Also a lot of shitposting. 18+ Obsessed with Skyrim, will talk about SPOP. AO3: chiqita

[mens-rights-activia]

Tumblr in a nutshell

[luciolafantastic]

WIP Wednesday

And here is my second WIP of Wednesday

First, Aldia's uncles, aunts, and cousins ​​(she has quite a large paternal family). I posted the one with her and her parents on Tumblr, along with information about their backgrounds (the writing isn't great and is a bit incoherent). I'm currently editing the one about her grandparents.

And the second is part of a chapter I wrote. It's about the beginning of the friendship between Aldia (or rather Aldia at that time) and her housecarl, Lydia :

Chapter 1 :

In the month of Last Seed in Skyrim, late one afternoon in Whiterun, the dragonborn had defeated her first dragon and absorbed its soul, prompting the Greybeards to call her name in the sky.

After speaking with the jarl for a good ten minutes, the dunmerr received the title of Thane of Whiterun and an assigned housecarl, as well as a one-handed axe from the armory. The dark elf was rather pleased to be offered a weapon as a reward, even though she would have preferred a nice purse of septims.

Exhausted, she went towards the great gate and saw a Nord woman in armor approaching her. She judged that this must be the housecarl she had been given. Forcing a smile, she tried to hide her weariness and sadness.

“Greetings to my thane. The Jarl has appointed me to be your housecarl,” the woman added in a calm, neutral voice. “It is an honor to serve you.”

Hesitant for a few seconds as the warrior greeted her as if she were a noblewoman, the dark elf at least began to make the introductions:

“Well, hello, I’m Aldie,” she said, a little embarrassed.

In a moment of silence, the dark elf inwardly berated herself for having botched her introduction to her new bodyguard. She wondered why the gods had put her in this mess.

Understanding a little too late, the warrior introduced herself, and did the same.

“I’ll introduce myself. I’m Lydia, Thane Aldie,” the housecarl replied. “I will be here to accompany you, I'll guard you, and all you own, with my life”

Holding back a sigh, Aldie hated two thing: having someone on her back and putting herself in danger for her . Oh well, she'd go see those Greybeards and get her inheritance later.

"Very well, but for now, do you have any septims on you?"

Slightly surprised by her question, the housecarl replied:

"About a hundred septims in my purse."

"Great, you can pay for your room at the tavern," the dark elf mage finished before leaving.

Lydia didn't dwell on it, but she hoped she wouldn't suffer too much from the dark elf's avarice, for it would be troublesome to have to sleep outdoors while her thane slept inside a tavern room. Following the dragonborn, she prayed to the gods that all would go well during their travels.

Author's note: This is currently being edited

No pressure, here are my tags : @theoneandonlysemla @chiqita @friend-of-giants @dirty-bosmer

[dark-brotherhoe]

🖤WIP WEDNESDAY 🖤

Thanks for the tags today: @cresu @blue-dartwing and @chiqita 💖

Omg I'm so nervous but for this W.I.P Wednesday here is my intro to my Lucien LaChav AU - 'Only Sithis Can Judge Me. (My first time writing.) 🫣🫣🫣🫣

Along with some sketches of AU versions of some of the characters I've made so far. And me trying to work out how to draw Lazza.

Tagging: @that-thieving-fox @dirty-bosmer @unironicallytes @martinseptimswifey @skyrim-forever @nerevarbean @thegrunkiest @viss-and-pinegar @decepticon-nerd

Eeeeee well here it is 😆 288 words. 🫣

“Yes Mother, I know. I’m working on it, these things take time... Well I’m not like Ungolim- ok, alright, I’ll do it on Morndas. Love you, bye

Lucien let out a long groan of exhaustion once the call was finally over. He tossed the phone onto an already cluttered coffee table in front of him, then slumped back into his armchair.

Staring up at the dimly lit ceiling he took a moment to process another scolding from his mother, about how his career as an MC is ridiculous. That he needs a ‘proper job’ or how he should ‘be more like Ungolim.’

Despite being belittled and compared to his brother throughout the whole call at least she took the effort to ring him for a change. Most of the time she’d simply pass the messages through her ‘precious little Ungolim.’

Leaning forward again he scrambled amongst the clutter on his table to find his rolling tin and lighter.

“It could have been worse, it could have been Father who called,” he thought to himself, an attempt at trying to make light of the situation.

He dreaded Fathers calls, Lucien had come to the conclusion that man had a void where his heart should be.

He finished rolling his cigarette and took a second to admire his handywork, before slipping it behind his ear. “Well, I had better stop moping around and go enjoy my Fredas night.” He relished the thought of the weekend being here.

With that he slang himself from the chair, scuffling amongst the table again grabbing his phone and the keys to Shadow Motor, his beloved car. He stuffed them both into his sling bag and headed out the door.

This pity party was over.

[intyaliel]

WIP Wednesday

Some more Baurus and Arri shenanigans in the Imperial City before chapter 8 is cleaned up and ready to post (hopefully this weekend)!

gently tagging @illumiera @pinessydr @labskeever @chiqita @elavoria @sulphuricgrin @silly-little-diary @hircines-hunter and @yansurnummu

As always, please let me know if you don't want to be tagged by me!

“Baurus? Some help over here?” Arri called but a moment later, though she kept her voice down so the patrons upstairs would not come running. This here would be a nuisance to explain to Luther already, who would then have to alert the city guard once Baurus and Arri were in the clear. Enough of a mess as it was, Baurus supposed, without any additional witnesses. Not that the agent had left them with much of a choice. Leaving his hiding spot, he walked over to the Imperial, who was doing her best to not get blood on her borrowed clothes, looking around for some fabric to wipe her dagger on and eventually settling on the agent’s trousers. Baurus still didn’t know where she’d hidden that blade, and decided he didn’t want to know anyway; best not to ask her about it. “How did I hear him, but not you?” he wondered instead, because he was certain he had only heard one person coming down the stairs instead of two, and while he was not interested in finding out where she’d learned certain things, he did have an interest in how they were done. He was sure that this information would be of help to him in the future, and it was a lesson learned – his ears could betray him at any time. “I move very quietly,” Arri shrugged, and the Blade raised an eyebrow at her, which was only met with a groan. “Fine. I matched my steps to his, copied his movements as far as I was able, drew my dagger at the same time he did his. And it helped that he wasn’t exactly an experienced assassin. One of those would have noticed me right away, would’ve known to look in the shadows.” She nodded at the would-be murderer’s blade now lying uselessly on the floor. “Biggest part is still moving quietly, and reading the other person’s movements, though. Not something you Blades are trained in, huh?” “Not as such, no,” Baurus admitted. “The latter part, yes, that is something every fighter needs. The former, not as much. Some of us are, when there is a need for us to work undercover. I was … not meant for it. But desperate times call for desperate measures, right?” “Fair. Just do me a favor and try not to apply what I tell you when you’re back in your clunky armor. Anyway, Breton bookworm here’s not going to tail anyone ever again.” “He wasn’t much better at espionage than me, after all,” Baurus said, “or I would likely not have noticed him as quickly. But if I see a man sitting in a corner for three nights in a row, pretending to read a book but barely even turning any pages, even I get my suspicions.” “Must’ve been one of their low-level men,” Arri sighed. “Bit worrying how he was so ready to murder someone when he’s just a nobody. Have you learned anything of note while you’ve been here? You’ve not left the city, I take it?” Baurus shook his head. “No. The assassins who killed the Emperor were part of a Daedric cult called the Mythic Dawn. Apparently worship Mehrunes Dagon, but something tells me you already knew.” “Hard not to, given your future Emperor made me run halfway across the Deadlands to close the gate the cult set up in Kvatch before he saw fit to let me drag his royal behind back to Jauffre. There’s only so much lava and brimstone you can walk past before you take a hint.”

[cresu]

Wip Wednesday

Thank you for the tag @umbracirrus ♡

No art wips this week everything is still such a mess, but I've done some writing! (anything but main obviously) I've bounced around so many different writing wips this week.

Writing Brynjolf getting injured got me spiraling first thing in the morning, (The best way to spend my days off for real) so I shall present you my wip of @tes-season-unending-fest first prompt about recovery. Shiala is having a healthy amounts of mental breakdown, as Brynjolf decided to disappear for couple of days without telling anyone where to. I can't wait to start making the art for this later!!

Words: 470ish

The next day arrives with a drag. Shiala sits at the Guild Master's desk sorting out the current loose jobs by the dates of their arrival. She darts each of them carefully, looking for any hints if he could have just gotten as a quick job by himself. None of them bring any clarity to her, however. Names of contracts and fences have all circled and marked in the order of priority with his simple system of numbers and shadowmarks, at first glance there's nothing put of the ordinary that catches her eye. Only difference being that one of them had been crossed and corrected more than once. Niranye, the fence of Windhelm. Someone that the city had been ridiculing for the longest time under a suspect for being an agent of Thalmor. Obviously, she wasn't, as far as Shiala was aware, Niranye despised them as much as they did. Time and time again she had gotten into problems with Summerset Shadows and them still attempting to gain footing, not in just Windhelm but other parts of Skyrim, too. She feels a knot in her stomach forming. Brynjolf couldn't possibly be that stupid and go anywhere near Eastmarch by himself. The Jarl knows they are.. acquainted and his previous rustling of feathers had earned him a bounty on his head. Not to mention the amount of Thalmor that must have circled around the outskirts like vultures. The wrong people among Skyrim have started to get intel she tried so dearly to protect — the people she holds dear. And the ones against her, or trying to get her to fight on their side, or even turn herself in— She takes a moment for herself to breathe. Is she looking too much into this? No. She isn't. Something must be wrong. She's waited long enough without him leaving a good reason and it's driving her more crazy she dares to admit. "Hey, boss?" She hears the voice of Cynric behind, causing her to visibly jump on her chair. "I'm not your boss, Cynric." She wants to snap at him harder calling her that. "Do you know anything about this?" She lands the piece of paper to him without looking at his direction. "I'm trying to trace where in Oblivion has Brynjolf gone before I begin to drop some heads." "I mean.." he grimaces while digesting her threats, "You might want to see this." Shiala's shoulders tense along her deep exhale. "I don't have the time to—" She hears another pair of steps behind, and her words fade. The rhythm is light, but one-sided. Her body freezes in place. "Missed me, lass?" Brynjolf stumbles in holding his rib and a day-old blood in his face. His chuckle followed by a sharp breath, he leans onto a stony wall, letting himself slowly drag and collapse on his knees.

Tagging @neloths-tea @theoneandonlysemla @chiqita @hircines-hunter @friend-of-giants @sulphuricgrin @dirty-bosmer @silly-little-diary @ashblind @skyrimhusbandmaterial @skyrim-forever @heavy-metal-dick @sugarysins @nerevarbean @flycasual @blue-dartwing @dark-brotherhoe @theflowergrrl @oblivions-dawn @juliette-has-a-pencil ♡ and you!!! No pressure ♡

[umbracirrus]

WIP Wednesday

Hi :) I have a WIP again this week <3

Been unable to lock in on a single WIP still, and am jumping between many at present, but today's snippet comes from Seeking the Sun (my Skyrim main quest fic with Elyse!)

Tagging @hircines-hunter @cresu @sulphuricgrin @heavy-metal-dick @friend-of-giants @chiqita @skyrim-forever @theoneandonlysemla and anyone I may have forgotten (brain is mush at the time I am scheduling this 😆), and of course an open tag to anyone who wants to say that I tagged them <3 Obviously no obligations!!!

The air in the cavern felt cooler than the rest of the ruins, no doubt helped by the holes in the ceiling which allowed the moonlight to drift in. Had she really been in there long enough for it to turn to night…?

However, it was not the streams of light which captured her attention in the area, no. It was the intricate tomb placed upon a raised platform on the opposite side to her, and the wall which curved around it, smooth in contrast to the rugged stones across the rest of the room. Taking a deep breath, she began to make her way towards it, casting a candlelight spell in one hand, drawing the magicka to summon Spectre once more in the other, and taking a brief glance towards the dagger tucked into her coat’s belt.

When she made her way up the steps to the platform, the air seemed to still and almost thicken around her. Breathing felt harder than it did a few moments earlier. And the wall… she could not tell if it were an issue with her eyes or not, but the engravings upon it appeared to both blur or shift. One moment, it looked to simply be primitive scratches, easily something done with a hammer and chisel or another such tool used for carving. The next? It was in script which she knew, which she understood. Tamrielic. No doubt some sort of magic, especially given that a specific set of scratches, a specific word, appeared to shift and unlike any other markings, glow.

Eventually, she chose to release the magicka to summon Spectre, the wolf choosing to sit beside her quietly, so that she could pull out her notebook and make note of what was written to see if it was any indication of what was going on. When she eventually reached the end of the words, she came to the realisation that she was for certain in the right place.

“Here lies the guardian, keeper of the dragonstone… and a force of unending rage and darkness.” Then she turned to her companion, just wanting to let out some relief that she hadn’t been sent on a pointless endeavour. “Farengar’s lead was right, Spect-”

The sound of stone shifting from behind her made her freeze, and the wolf quickly jump up and turn around with a loud growl. The tomb. She had forgotten about the tomb.

She quickly slammed her book shut and went to shove it back into her satchel – a difficult task with the awkwardly shaped golden claw also within it – before having to quickly duck down as she caught the sight of an axe being swung in her direction. Fortunately, it just missed her, only catching the very ends of her hair and leaving what looked to be frost across the newly shortened strands, before Spectre lunged into action and latched onto the draugr’s leg.

Taking a deep breath, she stood up straight once more and began to conjure flames into her hands. This draugr was hopefully the last thing standing between her and finally making her way to Winterhold. Nothing more could get in her way – except possibly Korir. But she could deal with that when she reached her destination, and not a moment sooner.

She could do this.

[dark-deathrage]

you're a stupid fucking anti-sjw lol. This blog is stupid. I hate you crackers white people SUCK go suck a dick.

looks like I triggered more sjws. Keep sending these asks they only fuel my logic. 

[ulysseus]

Never forget the guy who didn’t remember to hit anon before sending himself hate mail

[chiqita]

WIP Wednesday <3

Anyone seeing this is free to tag me to their WIPs. ❤️

Started at my new job this week and the lack of sleep is driving me crazy... I have very little else to say. Writing has felt like drinking tar. My miis are starving.

Y'all are still getting a small snippet of Rogue Waves (282 words).

CW: None

His expression sharpened into something colder as duty reasserted itself over impulse. Whatever business she had inside the shrine was ultimately irrelevant unless it directly threatened Dominion interests. If she wished to waste her time skulking through dusty Nord catacombs filled with stale incense and dead gods, that was her concern. Not his. The problem was that he no longer trusted himself to leave the matter there. That realization sat unpleasantly as he ascended the remaining steps. The shrine of Talos' entrance loomed larger now, weathered stone darkened by shadow and deliberate disregard. The metal door remained slightly ajar, just enough to expose a narrow seam of dimness within. Ondolemar’s gaze lingered on it. He also had first left it that way intentionally years ago. The irony was not lost on him. Most citizens assumed the shrine had simply been abandoned too hastily to secure properly, but the truth was considerably more practical. A partially open door invited temptation. Temptation drew the desperate, the sentimental, and the stupid in equal measure. Nords with their muttered prayers. Laborers clutching hidden amulets beneath their tunics. Veterans still clinging to old loyalties and older gods. Vermin, all of them. And catching rats when they willingly wandered into the trap saved an extraordinary amount of time compared to dragging them from alleys and basements across the city and the hold. Efficient. Usually. He stopped a short distance from the entrance, hands settling behind his back as his eyes narrowed slightly toward the dim crack between door and frame. No sound emerged from within. No movement. Just stillness and the faint scent of old dust drifting into the cool air outside. Should he go in after her?

Tagged by: @umbracirrus @cresu @intyaliel

No pressure tagging, with a soft kiss on the forehead @tobianidiot @heavy-metal-dick @theoneandonlysemla @labskeever @dirty-bosmer @pocket-vvardvark @sanzas-reverie @captain-of-silvenar @tigerlily340 @red-mountain-flower @kuurankaiho @oblivions-dawn @caz-the-yarncromancer @saltymaplesyrup @dark-brotherhoe @silly-little-diary @hircines-hunter @artaeums @skyrim-forever @friend-of-giants @sulphuricgrin @anilliscarts and YOU!!

[queam]

Blood magic

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

[parkchanwoohoo]

how would getting shot on tumblr dot com work

Exactly like this

[molabuddy]

its kind of fun to uninstall programs you arent using to free up space and see them all beg for their lives

[wizardelf]

[kosmogrl]

[kosmogrl]

sorry I didn’t show up it was because umm.. you see, I was busy. maybe another time??

[slyandthefamilybook]

what do you mean I've fallen for propaganda? I explicitly reblogged the Garfield meme 😡

[marciaillust]

[yoplyk1aur]

Double trouble ;333