Cannot comprehend how you, when the news is right in front of your eyes and face, can ask me to make exceptions for racism, regardless of how small. exceptions for racism is how we got here.
is this your opinion, you readers? Fuck right off. dead serious. block or unfollow me. don't care which, just get the fuck out of here. I am completely happy losing what little platform I have if it turns out to be made of weak-willed and racist individuals.
Racism, even as a joke, even when applied to fictional media, is still racism. I don't care if you say clanker or n'wah, its VERY obvious you're making up a word to fill the void of the word you want to say but can't. We all know what word I'm talking about.
incredibly poor taste joke considering the political climate of the world. When people are being rounded up by governments due to nationality and skin color, we do not need to be creating fun racial slurs for people to laugh at.
if you aren't on the gallows, drop the gallows humor. get serious.
been kinda sitting on this because im like, trying to do a storyline with this blog but i'm so irregular with uploads that i feel like i might as well just explain.
This is an AU in which C0DA happened... my way, i guess. As in it kind of happened but the plan to reach Amaranth just didn't work. Vuunaryn is the child of Vivec and Jubal-Lun-Sul, and was essentially raised to be a double of Memory, recording time as it happens and helping to pull the strings in favor of reaching enlightenment. She's not very into the idea of only ever doing what her parents say to do though, and hates the way she was trained into this position and feels quite a bit of resentment towards them for it, specifically Vivec.
She starts off by telling already known parts of stories and then begins slowly adding her own takes on it. Her goal is to re-write the events of the story to entertain herself, alongside of making things more complicated for Vivec to navigate. She talks a lot with Nerevar and Almalexia, for example, trying to break them up to keep that one leg of prophecy from being fulfilled. Thats what Performative Hours is about, and i've got the next chapter heavy in the works for that right now.
This is all part of a larger commentary, playing off the idea that C0DA set where any interpretation of the universe is valid. I wanted to take that to a more extreme level and essentially write my own elder scrolls lore, hah.
hope this helps explain her a bit better. if anyone has any further questions abt her, id love to answer to the best of my ability. A lot of this stuff is written on vibes alone though, and its really just a fun project for me to test out mediums of storytelling.
been kinda sitting on this because im like, trying to do a storyline with this blog but i'm so irregular with uploads that i feel like i might as well just explain.
This is an AU in which C0DA happened... my way, i guess. As in it kind of happened but the plan to reach Amaranth just didn't work. Vuunaryn is the child of Vivec and Jubal-Lun-Sul, and was essentially raised to be a double of Memory, recording time as it happens and helping to pull the strings in favor of reaching enlightenment. She's not very into the idea of only ever doing what her parents say to do though, and hates the way she was trained into this position and feels quite a bit of resentment towards them for it, specifically Vivec.
She starts off by telling already known parts of stories and then begins slowly adding her own takes on it. Her goal is to re-write the events of the story to entertain herself, alongside of making things more complicated for Vivec to navigate. She talks a lot with Nerevar and Almalexia, for example, trying to break them up to keep that one leg of prophecy from being fulfilled. Thats what Performative Hours is about, and i've got the next chapter heavy in the works for that right now.
This is all part of a larger commentary, playing off the idea that C0DA set where any interpretation of the universe is valid. I wanted to take that to a more extreme level and essentially write my own elder scrolls lore, hah.
hope this helps explain her a bit better. if anyone has any further questions abt her, id love to answer to the best of my ability. A lot of this stuff is written on vibes alone though, and its really just a fun project for me to test out mediums of storytelling.
(would anyone on here be willing to help me test a couple visual novels i'm working on thru ren'py?! i'm doing a larger project for this blog on there and im hoping to see if i can work out some issues.)
(the beginning of a REALLY stupid series. Modern AU. Theres no lore in this and its loaded with inside jokes. really self indulgent stuff. pls, enjoy!)
There’s some kind of magic that comes about whenever you’re about to turn 27, I’ve noticed. Not anything desirable. The world seems to want you to feel old, and all that work you’ve been doing since you turned 16 is catching up and helping prove the point. It’s your birthday today. You’re tired. You haven’t called your grandma like you said you would. You still haven’t completed that associate’s degree and have no intention of starting again. Your left knee has a mild ache inside of the joint that you just know is going to intensify before the next morning. You’re full-time employed by ThatsABurger! ™ Co. in a musty tourist town nestled on the coast of northern Florida. You’re working alongside four people who, through the process of elimination, are probably your best friends, and you’re all in the bathroom together.
“It’s not a hurricane, it’s a derecho,” Sil corrected. “Says they happen in the area once every… four years.” He zoomed into the wikipedia article on his phone and turned it around to show the group. Almalexia cared deeply. I glanced about while everyone else shuffled their feet in discomfort from the confinement.
“Ohh! We get those all the time up in Saint Louis,” She said. “Hopefully we shouldn’t have to stay here long.”Â
“We shouldn’t have to stay here at all.” I interjected. The winds weren’t even that bad compared to what we’d been through here before. Almalexia wasn’t from the area, and as Co-Assistant Manager she had insisted we all take cover as soon as the storm hit, just in case the radar happened to be wrong and it turned out to be an entire disaster. She’s always worrying about this stuff, and it’s part of why the kitchen runs so smoothly when she’s on the clock. Still, it gets annoying. Obviously nobody wants to be out during a storm, but we’d still get into massive trouble should our manager walk in and see us cowering like idiots. Nerevar rolled his eyes at my comment and decided to defend his girlfriend.
“Just let it be, Voryn. We could all use some time off our feet.”
“Yeah, but I’m not about to get fired for not being at the counter when they check the cameras tonight.”
“Then go back to the counter.”Â
“But there’s nobody to cook– nevermind,” I sat down on the ground and crossed my arms. “Forget I said anything.”
“Oh teacher, you forgot our homework!” Vivec mocked. I gave him an elbow in the ribs as he giggled at me, and the room fell into an awkward pause. The power flickered. You could easily hear the wind whistling against the building. It wasn’t anything super out of the ordinary, or even very extreme. Despite that, Nerevar was right. It really didn't hurt to get off our feet for a bit. Even though it was a dirty bathroom floor, it was still comfortable after the four hours of my shift that I'd been on my feet. I considered it a treat as I reached down to rub my calf and sighed. It was my birthday today, and I was counting the minutes to when I would feel 27 instead of 26.
“So, anyone wanna play a game? 20 questions.” Said Vivec.
“Can we not just sit here?” I replied.
“Nope. I’ll start. Nerevar, question one, yes or no. Did you eat my Kolossal Kahuna FishWich?”
“I cannot believe you’re still on this,” Nerevar sighed. “No, I didn’t.”
“That’s funny, because if I recall correctly, you’re the only one who likes onions as much as I do,” Vivec began, with a dopey smile on his face like he’d just uncovered some mystery. “And I loaded my Kolossal Kahuna FishWich with onions. Completely saturated with them. Wonderful gambit, I really do appreciate the effort and all, but I’m left FishWich-less because of it and what for? For you to sit here and lie to me?”
“I didn’t take your fucking fish, Vivec, I think Kagrenac tossed it out last he was here because you left it on the counter.” Nerevar snapped back.
“Can I request a bit of silence? You guys are making my head hurt,” Sil said as he leaned against the bathroom counter, pressing his fingers against his temples.
“Can I request you go back to your Wikipedia articles? I’m in the middle of something.” Vivec pulled out his vape and took a large hit, exhaling a massive cloud over the group. Everyone groaned.
“Vivec, I’ve told you multiple times that you need to take that outside,” Ayem said, covering her nose with her sleeve. “I mean, what the fuck even IS that flavor?”
“DooDoo.” Nerevar laughed. We all had a good chuckle at Vivec's expense before a cry broke through the air, muffled by the door.
“HELLO? Anybody in here?”
A customer. In this weather? No way.
“HELLOOOO?”
The group all looked to me, as the one who had complained about sitting down. Nerevar made a head gesture to the door, I scoffed and got to my feet, brushing myself off and making my way through the door. The absolute most that someone can do for morality’s sake is not go get fast food in dangerous weather, but apparently in America that’s somehow a hard task. I made my way out and saw one of our regulars at the counter, who raised his arms in a “what the hell” manner at me once he saw me approach.
“Sorry, sir, we were taking shelter.”
“Waffle House is open.” He said as I moved behind the counter towards the register. Vivec popped out shortly behind me, and I assumed his clouds had gotten him kicked out of the bathroom for the time being. He looked at me as he walked back into the kitchen, tying his apron around his waist.
“Waffle House is always open, sir. I can take your order whenever you’re ready.” I said as I popped my login code into the register. He was a regular, and I already knew his order by heart, but to try and trick me into thinking otherwise he decided to pretend to stare at the menu for a couple seconds before ordering exactly what I had already tapped in for him. The Flora-Bama Big Boy Burger combo, extra BBQ on the burger, with an onion ring on the side and a large fountain drink. He paid, and I heard Vivec shuffling about in the kitchen as he began dropping the rings for the order.Â
I leaned back against the wall and glanced at him slip into the walk-in before turning my gaze back out to the front dining room. The customer was quietly filling his drink at the fountain while the storm raged outside, and I could see the small table in the back where he’d set his bag and umbrella, as usual. He’d always choose to eat in for some reason, and I usually wouldn’t object, if not for the weather. A couple minutes passed, and I heard the beeper on the fryer going. It did not stop. Eventually the customer looked back at me, confused, and I decided to go back and check to see what the fuss was about. I looked to see Vivec still missing.
Cursing to myself, I stopped the timer and took out the rings, then stamped my way back to the walk in where I had seen Vivec go. I threw the door open, there he was in all his glory. A pipe in one hand, a lighter in the other; doe-eyed and red handed. I groaned, quietly so the customer wouldn’t hear, and gestured back to the kitchen. He understood, nodding while holding in a cough and stuffing the pipe back into where he had it stashed, pocketing the lighter. I went back into the kitchen with him and helped him make the burger so I wouldn't have to hear anything about the wait. It took a few minutes, but we managed to assemble something food-like and I sent the customer off to enjoy his meal.
“Where are all of you guys, anyway?” He said, turning back to me before he left. “Usually there’s more of you.”
“Like I said,” I replied, “We were taking shelter.”
“Oh. Well, stay safe out there.” He said.
“We will!” Vivec called from behind me. I turned back to him and glared as the customer wandered back to his seat. “Well, I’m going back to the bathroom. Are you coming with me?”
“No, I think I’ll stay out here for a bit.”
“Suit yourself.”
I suited myself and leaned back against my wall, watching the storm outside. This was also that magic I mentioned earlier, where you’d rather lean on your wall than get vaped on. I checked the time, and watched as it flipped past that minute mark that meant I was now officially 27. Growing older really doesn’t mean all that much, when you think about it. The time changed, and the only difference was that my friends were all in the bathroom, and I wasn’t.
These were the days of Old Kogoruhn, when the Chimer and the Deep Elves warred relentlessly. Those of House Dagoth had been defeated time and time again, having been pushed back into their home by seemingly endless forces of automata. I was one lucky enough to witness their salvation, in a single moment no less. I will entail it all within this document, and I hope it will serve history– and my pockets, if one doesn’t mind me saying– well.
In those days, I travelled to Vvardenfell in search of a good story to tell, and I came across what was at the time a small settlement tucked into the mountains. This was Old Kogoruhn, and was the House seat. It seemed as if it had been larger, yet broken down and razed in areas, the people within were rebuilding houses and shops after a recent attack, held off by their matriarch, Lolonah Dagoth. The townspeople worried she had been struck during the battle. She had attempted to act otherwise; despite having held off the Dwarves, she was not in good shape and shoes to keep to her own quarters. Their small palace was something to behold, still standing strong in the midst of all the destruction. I decided to make my way to it.
The guards at the door held me until I explained I was just there for documentation. A scribe, if you will. This was a big moment in history and someone had to witness it. They let me through with a little convincing and showed me to the main chambers, where nothing happened, and continued to happen throughout the rest of the tour. I asked to stay until nothing became something, and with some more convincing I was given a room. It was a wonderfully boring stay until my final night, when the Dwemer attacked yet again.
During my stay I met the denizens of the palace. Lolonah herself had stayed where she was, but her sons were all lovely, and many. Some were just small ones at the time, but a few were grown enough to hold a good conversation. They were almost all adopted into the family, from what I gathered, all but one. The blood son just so happened to be the oldest, and was the one who would watch the wee ones while the other older ones went to battle. He was a gentle soul, skilled in magic, and very eager to please. He expressed feelings of isolation to me, and appreciated my company.
The night the Dwemer came, I was packing my bags. They had come quietly, and had broken into the palace with relative ease. I gathered myself and went into the throne room where they had decided to cease battle and discuss “diplomacy” with the Matriarch Lolonah crumpled into her throne. I stood to the side to bear witness as the two spoke. It seemed as if this was none other than Kagrenac, Chief Tonal Architect and acting general. He had dealt a fatal blow on her, and he was hearing her out as she spoke her final words. She was coughing up blood and begging- the surprise attack had taken out her guard and she was totally defenseless. She wanted not for her people to fall to the Dwemer, and wept for an agreement of some sort. Kagrenac was passing the idea off when a cry broke loose.
A child ran to me. Voryn, the young man I had spoken with before, chased after and called to me to stop the child. I guess in my shock I didn’t hear, and instead stepped back. The child went past me and into the throne room to his mother, Voryn pushed me aside, following his younger brother. He had been attempting to escape with the young ones when one slipped away, from what I assume, and now found himself front and center in the most tense of moments. I, personally, was frozen, watching with bated breath as they exchanged brief conversation.
Kagrenac stated that he knew Voryn was next in line after his mother, who was due to pass any second now, and that he would be more willing to consider diplomacy with someone who had more to offer, something a younger man could more easily offer. He asked Voryn what he would be willing to do for his people. Voryn thought about this for a long while, and finally replied. He said he could show Kagrenac, but that he would require a volunteer, and looked at me with expectant eyes. I have no idea why I stepped forward.Â
Kagrenac called for a cease in battle, and had his guards escort the child away while Voryn led us to a deeper part of the palace, a basement seemed unused yet buzzing with a power unlike any other. He said this was his “study”. It was dark and dank, and in no way matched Voryn’s personality or look, which was clean and rather chivalrous. Here, he made me lay on a stone slab he held in the middle of the room. I asked if I could perhaps document the situation as we went along, and was refused. Kagrenac watched closely and asked what he planned on doing, to which Voryn replied that he was summoning an ancestor; his father.Â
He asked that I lie still for the next step and moved towards my head, examining my position. Then, without hesitation, he drew a dagger and stabbed me through the throat, dragging it towards him to split open my esophagus. I felt an energy leave me as I watched onwards, closing my eyes yet still seeing and feeling. The pain was unimaginable as he removed his dagger and used it to peel back some of the skin on my neck. He dipped a hand in my pooled blood and smeared it over his face, licking it off his fingers as he held my scrap of skin to the air before lowering it into his mouth and swallowing it whole.
With an unintelligible chant, his eyes rolled backwards and my body raised above me. She turned to Kagrenac and promised great things from the beating of a heart. He need only speak with her to follow the sound, a ritual much like this would do good as a start. She turned to Voryn, and greeted him warmly as her son. He greeted her as Namira, and she promised him the same so long as he remained loyal. The three had an understanding, and my body crumpled to the ground. Voryn completed his summoning by slicing off more chunks, sharing them with Kagrenac as if breaking bread. They agreed on diplomacy; House Dagoth would be allowed to remain standing, on the condition that Voryn become a War-Wife of Kagrenac’s and agree to work with him to uncover Namira’s secrets.Â
Voryn noticed my presence still there and sent me off at this point, to a dreadful place filled with souls and… purple. I can only hope that this story will break free, once I myself am able to break free of this horrid place.
