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howdy y'all! i have some fun and exciting news! i just released my first ever full-length Youtube video! it was a lot of fun to record and edit, so I hope you will enjoy! WATCH IT HERE!
howdy y'all! i have some fun and exciting news! i just released my first ever full-length Youtube video! it was a lot of fun to record and edit, so I hope you will enjoy! WATCH IT HERE!
ok, wanna hear about a reeeeeally dumb moment from Critter?
yeah, they didn't know you need to update your mods occasionally. they just...for some reason thought it happened automatically 'cause they use a mod organizer. honey, sweetie pie, that is not how that works...
anyway their game was lagging and crashing to shit, but after fixing it, it plays like a buttered man going down a metal slide. (specifically that one cop slide in boston)
genuine question: why are Redguards given the "Beast race treatment" in Skyrim? You know, the whole "Oh, nobody would wanna romance them" sorta deal?
there is one romancable redguard woman in base game, no redguard men in spite of there being multiple redguard characters that have great chemistry with the player
hot take: people that hate nazeem are more annoying than nazeem himself.
hotter take: there are much more annoying characters in Skyrim, not to mention that said characters are much more morally reprehensible. and yet they get the sexyman treatment. Meanwhile Youtubers and players in general kill make a game of killing Nazeem in every playthrough. Hmmm...
hottest take: i know its just a video game but why does someone being "annoying" constitute them dying. Being annoying isn't a moral failing. Bouncing off that, I find it interesting that Nazeem is considered "annoying" because he's a successful person who boasts about his successes. Who else does exactly this, but is beloved by the fandom? Oh yeah, Neloth. Yet the black-coded character is the one people stalk, hunt down, and kill every time.
Erandur raised an eyebrow slightly, a fond smile making its way to his lips as he turned to look at his companion. The Dragonborn was known to enjoy a pint of mead or two every time the two of them found themselves in an inn. However, it was only at the Bee and Barb that the Dragonborn ever got plastered - like they were at the moment. Erandur simply nodded. “Yes, yes, of course.”
“No Erandur, I mean it!” they emphasized, leaning closer to Erandur. “You…you get all up in your own head, thinking you’re some bad guy, just ‘cause you got a past. But like…I got a past too. Nearly everyone I’ve met in Skyrim has got some sorta past. You can still be a good person, even if you’ve had a really messed up life.”
“Well, that’s nice of you to say,” Erandur said placatingly. He noticed a few of their fellow patrons paying attention to this conversation - he hoped that the Dragonborn didn’t continue to steer the conversation down this rather treacherous pathway.
“I really don’t think you understand how fucked up your life was before,” the Dragonborn said suddenly.
Keerava made a slight hissing sound at the Dragonborn’s language. Erandur gave an awkward chuckle, wrapping an arm around the Dragonborn’s.
“I think it’s time we head to bed, yes?”
“But I’m not tired,” they protested, though they allowed Erandur to pull them to their feet. “And we’re not done with this conversation yet.”
“Well, let’s at least continue it in privacy, please,” Erandur pleaded with the Dragonborn quietly.
They sighed, throwing their head back dramatically. “Fine.”
The Dragonborn was relatively steady on their feet as they made their way to their room upstairs, at least until they reached the top step. They tripped, slamming down on their hands and knees.
Erandur’s eyes widened. “Dragonborn? Are you alright?” he asked, when the Dragonborn didn’t move from their position. He placed a hand on their shoulder, only to feel it shaking. Erandur’s concern worsened, but only for a moment, as the Dragonborn’s laughter soon became audible.
“I’m such a goof!” they lamented through their laughter, allowing Erandur to help them to their feet. “A complete goof!”
“You’ve just had a little too much to drink,” Erandur patted their shoulder, as the two headed into their shared room. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Positive,” they said, before pausing. “See, this is what I’m talking about. You always doubt that you’re a good person, yet here you are, all concerned over me simply tripping over my own feet.”
Erandur closed the door behind the two of them. “My being kind to you does not exactly cancel out my servitude to Vaermina,” he said, lowering his voice.
The Dragonborn hummed, flopping on their bed. “And what, all the other good you’ve done also means nothing? Being a Priest of Mara? Helping Sylgia in Shor’s Stone? Saving the people of Dawnstar?” They narrowed their eyes, leaning forward. “Besides, it’s not even like you really wanted to be a servant to Vaermina, if I remember your stories correctly,” the Dragonborn pointed out. “Weren’t you quite literally a child when you were practically forced to join an abusive religious cult out of a means of survival?”
“Don’t try to assuage me of guilt,” Erandur said firmly. “I could have left at any time, but I didn’t. I stayed there through my childhood, through my teenage years, through my adulthood. It was only once things began to go truly bad that I made my escape.”
“If anything, that just shows how strong of a person you are,” the Dragonborn said. “You went through a lifetime of indoctrination, and were still able to break free. Do you realize how hard that is for some people to do? Yet you made the choice to turn away from Vaermina, to turn towards Mara. You did that.”
Erandur hesitated. “Dragonborn…”
The Dragonborn waved away Erandur’s attempted protest. “I’m as stubborn as an ox, Erandur. We could talk in circles about this all evening, but there’s nothing you could say that could make me see you as less than the great man you are.” They crossed their arms. Erandur gave them an exasperated look.
“I’m not trying to fight you on this,” Erandur said patiently. “I just…simply have a different perspective on my own life than you have.”
“Yeah, and that perspective sucks,” the Dragonborn frowned. “You think of yourself as some irredeemable monster.”
“That’s a little extreme…”
“How would you describe yourself, then, hm?” The Dragonborn raised their eyebrows.
Erandur sighed heavily, looking around the small room they shared. “Oh, I don’t know…” He looked at the Dragonborn, then looked away. “I suppose ‘irredeemable monster’ isn’t too far off.”
The Dragonborn was quiet for a moment. When Erandur chanced a glance at them, they looked deeply upset. “Erandur…”
Erandur swallowed hard, looking away from them again. Oh, how he hated himself for making his dear friend make such an expression. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just…being honest…” He was once again reminded why he always resorted to lying.
“I…appreciate your honesty, I do…” the Dragonborn said, and their voice sounded genuine. “I just…hate that you think such horrible things about yourself.”
The Dragonborn must have gotten up off their bed at some point, for they suddenly grabbed Erandur’s hand, squeezing it gently. Erandur hesitated, looking down at their clasped hands, before looking up at the Dragonborn. Their other hand cupped his cheek, before they leaned forward, kissing him.
Erandur froze, his heart racing faster than it ever had. Then, slowly, he allowed his eyes to flutter shut, as he kissed the Dragonborn back.
The kiss was short, sweet, the Dragonborn pulling back after a couple of moments. They continued to hold onto Erandur, though, gazing down at him with a deep tenderness in their eyes. “You mean the world to me, Erandur.”
“Oh?” was all Erandur could manage to respond.
“I…just thought you should know that…” The Dragonborn briefly butted their forehead up against Erandur’s, before pulling back completely. They once again went over to flop on their bed. “I think I’m gonna try and get some rest…”
“That’s…probably a good idea,” Erandur said softly. He went over to his own bed, settling into it, though he knew he would likely not be able to sleep for hours.
“Goodnight, Erandur,” the Dragonborn called out.
Erandur smiled softly, touching his lips. They still felt warm from the Dragonborn’s lips. “Goodnight, Dragonborn…”
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