Eyes to the Sky

Tristan may get himself into more trouble than he's worth far more often than he'd like to admit, but he's just trying to get by. And maybe climb every building in town if he's got some time.

[firsandfletchings]

Tristan knew he shouldn’t. It was a stupid idea. It was a REALLY stupid idea....But it looked so...intriguing. Why was there a box sitting on a cliff like that? Was it treasure? Maybe it was food...

And that line of thought is the exact reason why any passing traveler would now find a very displeased Breton perched like a gangly vulture on a small ledge of rock. But they should rest assured, because this young wanderer is almost certainly not....

“I’m stuck. Fan-fuckin-tastic...”

Well, then...Maybe the passing travelers shouldn’t rest assured.

[starry-nightengale]

Imagine your otp kissing, but it’s like, only 40% actual kissing and 60% giggling.

[firsandfletchings]

Imagine your ot3 kissing, but it’s like, only 30% actual kissing and 50% cussing each other out and 20% kicking

[firsandfletchings]

bee-and-barb replied to your post “On Public Forums and the Use Thereof”

For a minute I was really confused because I follow a lot of Ancient Roman blogs and at first I thought you were talking about the Ancient Roman Forum?

[ Let me go get my toga and we’ll take this conversation outside ]

[firsandfletchings]

On Public Forums and the Use Thereof

[ So someone requested a compliment from blessings-of-mara be removed because of what I can only assume is a personal disagreement with a user who got a feature on the blog. To the person who wanted it taken down, I have a few words:

Okay, so, stick with me here as I explain something COSMICALLY COMPLICATED - Confession blogs are public forums.

Public

Forums

IE. Not only for those RPers you personally approve of. They’re for everyone in the community, and you don’t have the right to request a compliment post be taken down because of your own personal drama with said person. 

Let me repeat that: You, person who requested a compliment be removed, do not have that right when you are approaching a public forum. Hell, you don’t even have that right when approaching another RPer! It’s their goddamn blog! As long as they’re not hurting anyone or breaking a law, leave them be and move on!

Do you know what you DO have a right to do?

1. Use Tumblr savior/XKit blacklist - It is, has been, and always will be the individual’s responsibility to decide what content they want to see on their dashboard. You can use these programs to better tailor your experience if certain urls cause you distress.

2. The Unfollow Button - Let me remind you that you CHOSE TO FOLLOW A PUBLIC FORUM. This button is a scary, powerful thing, I know. But quite frankly, if you can’t understand that the world doesn’t revolve around you and you don’t have a right to demand that it do so? You’d save everyone’s time by clicking this neat little button and moving on with your life. You’ll be tagged if you ever get mentioned in a confession, and most who receive them will reblog them to their own blog anyway. This is the mature thing to do if you don’t want to use a blacklist, and you will not miss out on anything pertinent to yourself. 

Sorry to my followers for the rant, but I have Strong Opinions about this kind of thing. Please, let’s all remember how to be mature adults and not pitch fits like jealous 1st graders seeing someone else win a piece of candy. ]

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A rotted brow was lifted at the harsh reaction, and Mannimarco forced a blink upon his stone esque eyes, merely to display his nonchalance to the other’s livid movement. 

 “Do not waste thine energy, I merely wish to converse.” The lich rasped in assurance, clicking his skeletal fingers together as he watched from the crevice of his hood. 

He almost warned the mortal against using a bow, but mulled that it would be mirthful should they discover that arrows did naught but spill acidic blood and pierce long dead flesh.

[firsandfletchings]

“Like hell! What, do you ask nicely before you eat people?!” Tristan backs away further, taking furtive glances around them to ensure the creature was alone. This part of the road was wide open on one side, a craggly mess of sharp rocks and steep drops on the other. He could jump if he really had to, but it would most likely end with a snapped leg or cracked skull - if he was lucky. 

Assuming this thing could use magic (how could it not, with eyes like that?), Tristan accepts that jumping is his only real chance for escape. There’s a forest in the far distance, but he’d be blasted to shreds on the flat terrain. Best to keep looking at the forest, then, to leave his real objective hidden.

[firsandfletchings]

[ Would anyone be up for helping my indecisive ass pick a new theme for this bucket of bolts? ]

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// firsandfletchings

[firsandfletchings]

This could apply to a good 3/4s of his relationships and I think that's a beautiful thing

[firsandfletchings]

(♝- Growing Old)

Maturity does Tristan a world of favors, and he stays active and mobile well into his 90′s. His half-elven mother ensures him a natural lifespan that could last until 120 with proper care, but Tristan would likely kick around 100 from trying to do something dangerous that his old bones just couldn’t handle. 

[firsandfletchings]

Bad News Walking [Tristan|Kousikka]

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The way the not-bandit stranger throws around words like ’walking up a wall’ and ’all up to your strength’ makes Koussikka wonder what incredible confidence the breton has in his physical skills. He made scaling sound easy and not at all a cumbersome pain in the ass. Or, in foot, as in this case.

Limping a few steps back to see what Tristan is up to the dunmer isn’t too enthusiastic, which shows in his voice. ”That actually sounds pretty complicated. Um, I’m not sure if I can make it, my ankle still hurts real bad, but…” It was either trying this or limping around forest trying to find a way back to the road, and in all honesty limping along a road sounded much more better than limping around an uneven forest.

It was worth trying, at least. To cast some courage into himself Koussikka puts on a smile and tries to sound less miserable about the situation. ”Only one way to find out, eh?”

[firsandfletchings]

“Mmmm....” He’d sort of forgotten about the injured ankle. That did complicate things. Tristan looks all around them, observing the lay of the land, before peering back down at Koussikka. 

“Only other option is to walk to Whiterun the other way. You’d be going down cliffs, not up them. Think that’d be any easier?” He honestly doesn’t know the first thing about the anatomy of the ankle, but if it was twisted then the sharp angles needed to scale a bank would probably hurt a lot. Going down might be marginally easier...he hoped...

[whatdosendhelp]

Al chuckles. “That is a fair point. And to be honest, I might prefer to face a sabre cat drunk rather that sober. Those things are nasty.”

[firsandfletchings]

“Right?” He laughs in turn, “Like someone mixed a cat with a fucking daedra and then kicked it in the balls just to piss it off!”

[firsandfletchings]

♗ - Their first relationship

“Like, romance and shit? Haven’t done none of that. Pain in the ass, who’d want a fucking hobo, I don’t got the money, and ain’t no one around all that interesting.” He crosses his arms and looks away, hoping that his small litany of reasons would placate their curiosity.

[madaj-jo-blog]

She steps into his arms and deliberately climbs up out of them to settle on the back of his neck, across his shoulders front and back legs hanging down as if she’s a fashionable furry scarf. An excellent position for observation. Madaj, satisfied, taps his shoulder to indicate she’s secure, and then points down the road, nodding vigorously. “Now, let us go!”

[firsandfletchings]

Tristan lets his arms fall back to his sides, only slightly disappointed that he doesn’t get to hold her. She’s very soft. Rising to his full height, the young man sets off at a good speed. The excitement of the upcoming prank adds extra bounce to his step, though that may not be the best thing for his fluffy passenger. 

“The stables outside the bridge, right? Not the ones down by the river?”

[moriensmortem-deactivated201606]

Icy eyes moved from the form of the man to the clenched hand aimed at himself, a small, though grim smile settled on his masked features. His skeletal hand retracting from attempting what he in mind prior, which was a slight violent. 

Tch, with his cover blown he would require a change of plans- very well.

 “Merely catching thine attention, which worked well it seems.” The altmeri lich rasped, his tone meticulously calm.

[firsandfletchings]

What the fuck?! Tristan pulls back on the punch as fast as his reaction time allows. What is- This guy- What was that- Screaming? No, no one’s screaming. No one’s around, period. Somehow, he’s gone and gotten targeted by some weird monster-person-zombie-thing and why is someone screaming-

“Fuck off!” He shouts, backpedaling as fast as he can. The road allows for better footing than if this’d happened in the wilds, but that advantage is counteracted by the lack of good cover in the vicinity. Tristan scrambles to ready his bow.

[lannasroleplaymemes]

Stages Of Life Headcanons

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♔ - Their childhood ♕ - Their teen years ♖ - Their first friend ♗ - Their first relationship ♘- Their first kiss ♟- The first time they knew they were in love ♙ - Their first sexual experience ♚ - Their first experience with death ♛ - Marriage and Wedding Ceremonies ♜ - Having children and Parenthood ♝- Growing Old ♞ - Death

[blurryfaace-blog]

*jumps over my problems* parkour

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♡ (-leaves this here for you- Good luck!)

“He could probably crack a skull with those...” Tristan stares wide-eyed at the muscles on a passing Dawnguard agent, happy to stay out of the way and unnoticed.

[firsandfletchings]

♡

“She’s pretty pretty. Pretty hair, nice face. Looks like someone’s mom.”