Justiciar Simpin' Hours!!

"There are far few pleasures in life as fine as your company" is the only line in the entirety of Skyrim I care about, honestly.

[thyrell]

its easter everyone. who up laying egg

[dopaminerjic]

he is

[thyrell]

spanout.....

[leatherh0ff-deactivated20140813]

it’s like christmas morning

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based on @santhoash-chan ‘s post

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Soundfont: Luigi’s Mansion

Midi source: link 

Found this instrument in the Luigi’s Mansion soundfont and decided to put the entirety of this Big Shot midi (minus the drums and the phone) into it. Enjoy

[squeak-axolotl]

[funerals]

time to online shop

[funerals]

sure hope my bank account won’t get charged like last time

[funerals]

by talos this can’t be happening

[meatgrinderminefield]

~ ✨🌹 Madds’ Writing Commissions 🌹✨ ~

As I’ve recently moved fandoms, and am in need of extra funds, I’m reopening my writing commissions under the several fandoms those being Mortal Kombat, Halo*,and The Elder Scrolls. I am also open to critisms, always! Please don’t be afraid to message me, and remember I will always do my best to provide a safe space for my readers/consumers. Hate will not be tolerated, especially towards people’s interests.

*I am still very new to writing Halo, as I am not as brushed to the lore as I am with these other fandoms.

Commission Info -

A note: my prices are always negotiable. I do take requests as well, so if you are a mutual, or have insufficient funds, I am open to doing much shorter requests. I’m also new to commissions in general, so I’m still learning. ❤️

I write exclusively for the fandoms listed above, I am most well versed in these fandoms.

OCs/self-inserts/and personal canon are always welcomed, and encouraged!

I do take payments exclusively through PayPal

Most of my drafts are at the least 1k words, which is the average, but it may fluctuate depending on how many words it ends up being.

These commissions are private, I will send them through Google Docs, unless you would like for me to post it, that is quite alright! Just let me know if you do want it posted, as by default I will not post it, because I value everyone’s privacy and interest.

I’ve been writing for almost 8 years now, but please remember, I am not a professional. Just a girl who loves making fan content.

Things That I Will Write -

OCs, personal canon, and self-inserts

Romance, fluff, plot heavy, none plot heavy, violence (to an extent), drama, family-oriented scenes, etc.

Canon X Reader, Canon X OC, Canon X Self Insert, Canon X Canon

Third person or first person

Multiple Characters (Canon/OC/ or all of the above)

Flashbacks/Dreams/Backstories

LGBT+ and Neurodivergent Characters

Things I Will Not Write -

Incest

P3d0philia

Underaged characters in relationships

NSFW*

Forced/abusive relationships or power imbalances in romantic situations

Beastiality

Homophobia or transphobia

*NSFW can be implied, but I will not write smut, that is out of my comfort zone. It can cut to black and be implied or referenced, but I will not write straight smut.

Prices Info -

Like I said above, my prices are always negotiable, and it is exclusively through PayPal. I would prefer to be payed before I begin working on your commission, as it’s a rule I’ve noticed among artists who do commissions over social media. I am also hyper aware of my prices, I do not feel like I am qualified enough to charge any more than $10, mostly because I am so new to commission work.

On average, my word count is at least 1k, my average of characters is 2-3

All of my work is $5 at the least. *With average characters/word count

$1 + for every extra character

$2 for complex plots *It does take time to write, and usually more complex things take longer

Final Words -

Please never feel like you are obligated or are pressured to commission me. Also, if you are interested in my work, but do not have the means to fund, keep an eye out for requests! I also take requests for mutuals!

All of you reading are incredible and I’m so honored to be able to share my work in an amazing community. Since joining the Mortal Kombat fandom, I’ve felt incredibly accepted and just to have all of you following me and regularly consuming my content is an amazing feeling. Thank you all so much ❤️

- Madds

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[meatgrinderminefield]

Hey guys!

I know I haven’t been active a lot recently, but I am currently taking emergency commissions. I’m on the path to getting a job, but our apartment complex didn’t tell us when our first rent payment was and we’re very tight for money right now.

Anything helps right now, I’d be happy to even make small pieces for you guys.

[merethicera]

oblivion doesnt really give you an option to tell Lechance to fuck off if he shows up in the middle of the night (for gameplay reasons, obviously) but what would he even do if the HoK just. didnt do what he wanted. Would he just keep showing up every night at the HoK's bedside like the world's most fucked up Jehovah's Witness

[mortal-mun-dee]

Current mood: sad cowboy

[sad-sad-detective]

Aldryn and the art of Conjuration.

[mannimarcos]

:(

[meatgrinderminefield]

@ondolemarz it legitimately haunts me

[ondolemarz]

YOU CAN'T ESCAPE THE BUNGUS, MADDSTER @maddenedroses

[amygdalae]

reminder that this video from 2015 is the only time Jerma’s ever played skyrim and he’s since mentioned it ruined the game for him and he can never play it again

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[thiefnessman]

eeby deeby origins

So basically i was going to make a post explaining eeby deeby, but then I was doing Meme Research and discovered that my previous claim that the elevator eeby deeby meme and the “your dick cold” eeby deeby meme are unrelated is actually false!

So, if you look up eeby deeby you will be taken to this Know Your Meme page, which may confuse you more, and seems completely unrelated. basically the eeby deeby meme documented here was someone editing a comic panel to make a joke about robot penises? the “eeby deeby” here is supposed to be like, robot noises or something.

EDIT: it turns out this is a comic of Buck Rogers, which had a TV show in the 70s. The robot here, Twiki, apparently makes an “eeby deeby” noise a lot (usually written out as “bidibidi”). I found a clip of this on youtube here. (thank you to @accumulus​ for this information!)

The current eeby deeby meme originated from this image of a weird elevator display:

So i was like “ok these things are unrelated it’s just that they happen to contain the same nonsense phrase”.

But then I tried to find the original post of the elevator image, so I googled “where the fuck is this thing taking me” and got this tweet from 2018:

This appears to have been its own meme, but I haven’t heard of it before today. Seeing as these photos are identical except for the text display, the eeby deeby image is an edit of the UwU elevator joke.

So I reverse image searched the eeby deeby elevator image: (sidenote: look at what happened when i did:)

And I got some weird results but I found an important result from imgur! Note: as of when I am making this post (Feb 6 2021), the eeby deeby meme only showed up on tumblr like 5 days ago.

 “MetaPathos… that sounds familiar…”:

MetaPathos is, as far as we know, the original poster of the “your dick cold” edit.

Ok that’s cool and all but what the fuck is the eeby deeby meme on tumblr?

Good question! I don’t really know how to find out where the jokes about eeby deeby started because tumblr’s search function sucks eggs, but a reblog of what appears to be the first time eeby deeby elevator was posted on tumblr (Feb 1 2021) that combines “you are going to brazil” and possibly the superhell joke with eeby deeby was posted on Feb 2 2021:

Seeing as the superhell joke is very popular (because it’s funny) and this gif has become associated with it (to the point where I mistakenly thought this was an actual clip from Supernatural), I think this may have contributed to the spread of eeby deeby and the establishment of “eeby deeby” as some sort of place. EDIT: In an earlier version of this post, I said that this was solely related to the superhell meme (due to my aforementioned mistake), but upon Further Research it’s most likely more closely related to “You Are Going To Brazil”. Shoutout to @can-you-maybe-chill’s tags for making me realize this wasn’t in fact the case.

There is also this post, which I recall as being the first time I saw eeby deeby outside of the original elevator post:

SO TL;DR: eeby deeby originated as a meme about robot fucking but then an edited UwU elevator meme made its way onto tumblr and we all lost our minds over A Funny Phrase.

[adulthoodisokay]

Hi OP this is incredible and as far as my research goes you’re totally correct.

[meatgrinderminefield]

Maddened Roses - Excerpt

{ Amellia belongs to @sanguinessunflower, Woden Cheysis belongs to @ondolemarz }

{This is a little rambly, and I’m super tired, but the thought is in my brain and it needs to be written before I go to sleep lol }

A rather dressed down Rose made her way through the palace, her old gear fitting rather snug. It had been almost four years since she had been out on her own, she needed the time to clear her head. Sheogorath was putting their daughters down for a nap, letting the Champion roam on her own. She put her dagger into her leather bodice, her sword Dawnfang on her hip.

The Prince stepped outside of the study, his accent quiet as to not wake the little ones. “Where’re you off to, lass?” he looked over her, thoughtfully titling his head.

“That smith in Bliss handed me an advertisement for a certain armor. I thought, if I’m going to be stopping this event, I need more than my leathers. Amellia and I are going exploring, we both need time away from the kids...”

Sheogorath leaned back against the doorframe, the study’s door cracked slightly, “hmm... Well! Ye both have fun, when the kiddies wake up, we’re going out to kill the High King of Skyrim.” His grin made it obvious he was joking, but Rose knew it very well could’ve been true. She gave him a nudge, softly laughing, “just make sure you all don’t get into trouble... Where’s Woden?”

“Last I saw the lad was in the gardens bothering poor Evie. Don’t worry about him, lass, I know ye might be paranoid, but I’ve got it handled. Nocturnal won’t be showin’ her face around here anytime soon.” The Madgod wrapped his arms around the assassin, his hand running through her tied back hair, “just make sure ye and Mellie look out for each other, aye? I don’t want to come pick up yer pieces...”

Rose nodded, kissing the Prince before making her way to the main hall.

The Demi-Prince of Shadows sauntered from Mania’s side of the palace to the near empty throne hall, Haskill was the only one there, hard at work. Woden began his way to the depths of the palace, almost running over a shorter dark haired woman. “Oh! Sorry, uhh... Who’re you?”

His head turned down slightly as the woman narrowed her eyes at him, looking him up and down. “Is that my scarf?” Rose’s hand went to the Demi-Prince’s scarlet scarf, “I thought I told you to stop...” she sighed, “just keep it... I suppose.” Woden blinked, rubbing his eye before looking back to his mother.

“Mom! Oh... Sorry, I just... You don’t look like you... First glance, I guess...” His hands nervously held to the scarf, “y-yeah... I just... Are you sure I can keep it?”

Rose nodded, “mhm, just don’t lose it... Ammes and I are going out into Mania, we needed a moment to be our old selves again. Yes, I know, this isn’t what Sheo would have me wear nowadays,” she laughed softly, “these clothes are from Cyrodiil.”

“Adventuring? Can I come with?! It’s been so long since I’ve been out too! Actually, last I stayed here, New Sheoth was... Old Sheoth? And the location was much different. I’d like to see how things have changed! Just like last time we went to make the Gatekeeper!” His golden eye sparkled, hands clasping together.

The assassin thought for a moment, leather boot tapping into the stone floors, “well, we can meet Ammes in the city and see what she says. I don’t mind, but it was originally supposed to be just the two of use. If you ever have your own children, you’ll know how it feels to get away. And, I know you’ve got a bit of trouble seeing, darling, but you need to remember who I am.” Her soft laugh made the Demi-Prince’s cheeks flush a red color, embarrassed by his forgetful nature. It was something Rose was rather used to, she only teased him about it since he was much older than the twins.

She led her eldest son out of the palace and into the gloom of Crucible, the two of them making conversation on the way. “Hey, Mom... When are you ever gonna tell me what happened before you came here? I know you said you would later... All I really know is that you were an assassin.”

Thinking for a moment, Rose began to speak, then silenced herself. She finally formed the words after a moment, watching her feet as she walked down the stairs, “eventually. You haven’t yet told me of your past... One of these days we’ll exchange those stories. But right now, why don’t we focus on the now, hm? If there’s anything Sheo’s taught me, it’s that sometimes, it’s better to push the past behind...”

Woden nodded slowly, his hands in the pocket of his pants. He settled on those words, those thoughts, all the way into the city.

The smell of Crucible hit first, something the two weren’t accustomed to from the palace’s stuffy air and the crisp scents of Bliss. The other half of New Sheoth was never Rose’s favorite, the darkness and the tight spaces of the rundown-looking down never felt welcoming. The entire town felt like a depressing rain cloud, almost a reflection of Rose’s past, if she thought enough about it.

A petite Bosmer woman paced outside of her house, looking back and forth down the paths, looking for Rose. Amellia’s emerald eyes eventually laid to the assassin and the Demi-Prince, her mauve lips spreading to a grin. “You made it!” Her arms wrapped around her friend, looking up to Woden.

“I hope you don’t mind if Woden comes along?” Rose smiled slightly, motioning to her son, being met with an excited tone.

“Of course! More the merrier!” The elven woman excitedly bounced, offering her hand to Woden, “Ammes Martel! Ro and I go way back!”

The Demi-Prince of Shadows nodded, “I’ve heard a good bit about you, heh. Sorry I’m always pretty busy when you come ‘round. Good to meet you though!” Woden’s energy boosted, almost matching the mortal woman’s excitement. “So... What are we actually headin’ after?”

Amellia’s eyes glittered, “that’s quite alright! Well, we were planning on searching for some of those materials the smiths use. What were they again?”

“Amber and madness ore,” Rose nodded, leading the way out of the city, she could barely stand the stench. Woden and Amellia walked side by side, both chattering and making conversation on the way to the landmarks. The elven woman held up an old map of the Isles, one that was rather weathered. The past four years hadn’t been kind to the parchment.

The Bosmer woman’s finger traced over the map’s landmarks as the three stopped outside the city, Woden and Rose both looking over her shoulder. “I thought... Hm... Nevermind, I confused it with that little settlement. Okay, that’s a cavern, that’s a camp... I’d say we stick to the caves,” Amellia looked up, “what do you guys think?”

Rose only shrugged, Woden scooting a bit closer to get a better look at the map. “Well, hard to remember what’s what. Been a few eras since I’ve been here... What do those manuals say, Mom?”

“Amber is a hardened sap resin, usually found in stumps, gnarls, etc.” Rose read, the flyer half opened, “maybe we should try at least one cave first... If we come across any gnarls, we might find fragments of amber. Madness ore is a bit different, though. I’m not after that, but here’s the scroll.” The assassin handed her son the other flyer, his eye looking over it for a moment before looking back up.

“It... It isn’t in Daedric. I can’t read it...” Woden looked back between the mortal women, Amellia peering over it.

The thief read over it for him, “uhh, says, ‘madness ore is a rock-like formation usually found in ruins of old cities and forts, found in Dementia.’ So, somewhere like... What was it called? That place Sheogorath sent us to on that first errand trip?”

Rose thought for a moment, “Xedilian, wasn’t it? Gods, these past few years have been rough, I can’t even remember what happened when we went out there. But yeah, sounds like if we stick to those old structures, we’d find some. Only thing is, we’ll have to deal with bloody grummites...”

“Ugh, nothing’s worth fighting off hordes of those bastards... Let’s just stick to finding amber for now, yeah?” Woden piped up, handing the scroll back to his mother. The two women agreed, finally chosing a location before heading out into the forests.

The three crossed from Dementia into Mania, the journey to Dire Warren beginning.

“I didn’t know you only could read Daedric, love,” Rose gently nudged Woden’s side, “you should listen in on the lessons the girls have, Eve is teaching them both.”

Woden shrugged, “yeah... Being a Demi-Prince, I never really had any thought to it. I mean, I can kind of recognize some words, ain’t a lot though...”

The thief beside the two piped up, “reading and writing it isn’t as hard as you’d think! Daedric though... Not sure about that, I mean... I live in Oblivion, but I’m certainly not Daedric,” Amellia smiled slightly. “Ro, why don’t you teach him? Wodes could teach you Daedric too! Aww... Actually, not a bad idea. Maybe you could come and teach me and Nyx. Draven probably wouldn’t care, heh.”

“I dunno, I don’t think I’ve ever taught anyone anything? Not that I can really remember,” Woden and Amellia’s exchange was cut short as Rose stopped, her arms raising slightly to stop the two in their tracks.

Dawnfang drew from the assassin’s side, the three faced with several gnarls and elytra lurking around the old ruins. Woden’s hands shrouded in magicka, Amellia drawing an arrow from her quiver. They all stood quiet for a second, Amellia taking advantage of the angle.

Ruin’s Edge shot a steel arrow into the tree-like creature, alerting the others around it. Rose sunk her blade into one of the elytra, attempting to avoid the large claws on the insect, a sickening green blood seeping from it. The Demi-Prince electrocuted a two of the other creatures, turning to be sure the other two weren’t coming to harm.

Amellia sent one last arrow into the enraged gnarl, the beast finally falling close to her feet. She exhaled heavily, relieved that it didn’t make it any closer to her. “How’s everyone doin’?” The elven woman called out, Rose looking up from cleaning her blade.

The assassin was soaked in jade-tinted blood, wiping her face with her sleeve, “messy, but fine!” Her frustrated tone carried as she tried to scrap the blood from her clothes. Woden nodded, his magicka fading as he stood back next to Amellia. They regrouped, the Demi-Prince leaning down to search the gnarl.

His hand reached down into the tree-like being’s chest, tugging for a moment before ripping the resin out. “I think I found one of those pieces!” Woden held out the amber ore, the two women looking from the advert to the orange tinted object.

“Well, now we know what we’re looking for... Let’s go, then,” Rose pushed in the membrane-like door, letting Amellia and Woden enter before letting it close behind the three of them. “Gods, this place is... Damp.”

“Odd to think Sheogorath’s made all of these places, isn’t it? You’d think maybe he could just hand us everything,” Amellia snorted, taking a torch from her pack, Woden lighting it with a spell.

Rose shook her head, “he wouldn’t, not even if we asked. He’s very adamant on working for what you want.” She offered to take the torch in hand, lighting the way, her voice lowering to a whisper.

“Yeah, well, you’d know a lot about that, wouldn’t ya, Ro?” Amellia snorted, stifling a laugh to not wake the entire ruin. Her friend jabbed her side, Cheysis only looking around, not thinking anything of the joke.

As the three delved deeper into the ruins, they came across several skeletons, the odd lesser Daedra, nothing they couldn’t handle together. Along the ways, they’d split up, gathering as many pieces of the hardened tree sap they could carry.

Evening fell over the Isles when they returned to the city, handing in the amber they found to the smith in Bliss. The Orc woman kindly took in the requested pieces, giving a date and time for it to be ready. As they left, the woman departed them with a soft, “goodbye, dears!”

The Bosmer woman hugged Woden and Rose tightly, “we should start doing this more often! Just the three of us. Good to be away from home for a while,” she grinned.

“You’ve still gotta finish that story you told about before you ended up here. That Grey Fox character’s pretty interesting,” Woden smiled, Amellia agreeing.

“We’ll have to schedule another time, love. Sheo’s expecting us home, else he might start to worry,” Rose folded her arms over her chest, the evening air rather chilly.

Emerald eyes rolled skyward, “ah, well, Sheogorath can let you out for a few moments. See you two next time! One of these days, bring the girls over, hm?” Amellia nudged Rose’s arm before disappearing through the large doors to Crucible.

Rose and Woden made their way back to the palace, her motherly disposition returning the closer they approached. “Love,” she began, Woden turning his head to look to her, “thanks for coming with us... I think it’ll be good for all of us, to start getting out a bit more. At least, before everything happens.”

The Demi-Prince nodded silently, his mood almost dampening before his mother pulled him into a hug.

“Just make sure you take care of my scarf...”

~

[meatgrinderminefield]

The Heirs - Sequel Spoilers (Part 1)

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{ Woden Cheysis belongs to @ondolemarz }

“No! Ye did this! Both of ye! Apparently, ye don’t care as much about us anymore... Not even the heart to ask. And if ye did, ye’d do it anyways! We’ve been through Coldharbour and back and ye have to tell us about this... This... This shite!”

Zothica’s voice raised, much louder and more aggressive than usual. Her tone almost cracked in anguish, covering it with her anger. She looked down to her mother, almost relieved to raise her voice.

“Both of ye are so... So bloody selfish! Ye had to wait almost seventeen years, didn’t ye? Not when we were kiddies. Shows how much ye’d care more for that than us...”

Rose flinched slightly, inhaling deeply as she attempted to gather her words. Her daughter’s unbridled rage almost made her fearful, had she not raised her.

“Zothica. You are not us, it is not your decision. We didn’t ‘plan’ anything, darling, we - “

“If it wasn’t planned then why’re ye keeping it? Huh? And now ye’ve got Molag Bal after it too.”

The Demi-Prince’s arms folded over her chest, eyes averting from her mother. She knew her words were harmful, and she didn’t want to see her mother’s reaction. Her hand moved, fangs gnawing onto her index finger.

The Madgoddess was silent, almost feeling her heart shatter. The silence in between them was heavy, almost cold, had the fire not blazed beside them. “I could’ve very well done the same to you and Kitten. But I didn’t. When your father told me of the two of you, I felt how you do, but even worse. I could’ve left. The three of us could have died, but I didn’t let that happen. You’ve never taken real responsiblity like this, Zothica.”

Golden eyes glared back briefly, her mother’s words almost punching her in the gut. “So Ella and I are accidents too? Great! All the more reasons to send ourselves into Oblivion! Ye didn’t come after us when Bal took us either! If Papa cared so much why didn’t he either?! We wouldn’t have made it home if it wasn’t for Cadwell.”

Rose inhaled again, sitting on the edge of her arm chair, head in her hands, “one of these days you’ll realize... Go to bed, Zothica.”

Huffing, Zothica made her way down the halls, making her way through the wing of Mania. She almost tripped over her older brother, her stern expression unchanging. Seriousness was a rare sight for the Duchess of Mania, even more so around her siblings.

“Oi, what’s with the ‘I’mma tear yer head off’ look?” Woden stepped back a bit, making sure he was far enough for her not to be able to reach him. His head tilted a bit, arms folded loosely over his chest.

The Duchess almost didn’t answer, only grumbling a soft, “Mum,” before making her way further down the hall. Woden stayed hot on her heels, following, “what did she do? Don’t tell me she blamed you for that missing shoe, that was me...”

“It ain’t that, just leave me the hell alone, Chey... If ye wanna know so bad, ask her yerself.”

“Why would she be so angry...? I know she has her own opinions, but... But that doesn’t seem like her,” Zella crossed her legs, looking across to Rose, then turning her head to face Sheogorath. An exhasperated Madgoddess only shrugged, a somber look in her eyes.

Sheogorath shifted a bit, leaning against the door frame in between the bedroom and the study, “I don’t know, Kitten. She’s probably still trying to process everything, it’s a lot in a month or so. Ye don’t remember things as clearly as she does, lassie, it’ll take a bit of time. Ye’re both hurting. We all are, hm? Molag Bal is ruthless...”

Zella nodded slowly, pulling her knees to chest, hugging them. “I... I suppose I understand why she’s angry, but... Shouldn’t she be focused on what Molag Bal did to all three of us so far? We don’t know what he did to him...”

“You’re right. We should be focusing on that... It’s more important. Not... Not to say that her emotions aren’t important, but she’s... She’s acting different about it.”

The Prince of Order nodded, “aye, but she’s never done well with change, Rosie. Any little change makes her upset.”

“That’s the irony, isn’t it?” Rose half smiled, attempting to lift her own spirits, “we’ll all talk about this tomorrow, after court. Woden and Zothica included... Go get some sleep, darling...”

The next morning, Sheogorath and Rose were interrupted by the Stewardess’s knocking, the Prince of Order meeting her at the door to let the Madgoddess sleep. Evesheri’s face was written with unease, her fingers lacing and unlacing as she looked up to him.

“Lord... Lord Sheogorath... I... There’s a guest waiting for you and m’lady... He won’t tell me his name, he’s only been requesting an audience with the two of you...”

The elven woman bit into her lip, lavender eyes shifting a bit as the Prince retreated to wake the exhausted Rose. Evesheri retrurned to the throne room, taking her place back beside the Chamberlain.

Jyggalag and Sheogorath walked arm in arm to meet the High Priest’s gaze, his silver eyes looking them up and down. His slender face almost held a smile, but the two attempted to avoid looking to him for too long.

“Lord Jyggalag,” Ezekiel nodded, “Lady Sheogorath... Certainly pleasant to finally meet you.” His tone changed as he greeted the two, very obviously hiding something. His hands crossed behind his back, formally, awaiting his own greeting.

The Prince of Order tensed, holding Sheogorath closer, “what do ye want, Ezekiel? I don’t recall summoning ye here.”

“Plans that are made must be fulfilled, wouldn’t you agree? I came to request my position in court. As High Priest, I believe it is in my right, with our Ladyship’s permission. At the very least, if you reject me, I would like... Closure to our prior arrangement.” Ezekiel’s head bowed slightly to the Madgoddess, attempting to earn her favor.

Sheogorath’s back straightened, her mind too clouded in exhaustion to find a reasonable answer. “I shall consider,” Ezekiel’s interest perked, “but only after you have proven your intentions. You may know Jyggalag, and he may know you, but I don’t. This is my realm, Priest, and I have the say in what goes on. You are welcome to stay in an empty room here, appear in court, but only until I’ve made my decision.”

“You are... Most generous, Lady Sheogorath. I thank you for your hospitality, and I shall assure you, I will prove my worth,” Ezekiel bowed slightly, Jyggalag’s grip tightening slightly on her arm. The Prince was very obviously unnerved, Ezekiel giving him a knowing glance. Turning to make his way down the hall, Evesheri followed behind him, intending to lead him, she gave the Prince of Order a worried look before disappearing.

Zella and Woden made their way down the halls, talking amongst themselves as they passed Ezekiel. The Priest’s sharp gaze made the two stop, in their tracks. “Do you... Know him?” Zella murmured, golden eyes looking from the mysterious Daedric man to her brother.

The Demi-Prince shook his head, “doesn’t look all that familiar to me... What in Oblivion was that look though? And why would Mom and Da let in anyone associated with Order? Seems a little suspicious...”

His sister gave him a look, “you do remember who our father is, yes?”

“Well... Yeah. Just sayin’ it’s a little suspicious, either way. Ain’t ever seen any Knights of Order about the palace. And you really think Mom would let it slide? Either he’s really important, or he’s up to nothin’ good...” Woden crossed his arms, glancing to the now empty hall. The Priest had disappeared into one of the rooms.

The Duchess thought for a moment, “unless he’s here about... About... You-Know-Who.”

“Who? Zoth?”

“No! About... Mum and... You know who I’m talking about...”

“Wait, yeah... Maybe we should ask him!”

Zella quickly shook her head, for once, her paranoia being rather healthy, “we can’t just go up and bloody ask. I don’t think even Aunt Evie knows about it... That is, if Chicka doesn’t run her mouth... Speaking of, where’d she get off to? I haven’t seen her all morning...”

“She’s probably either smashed out of her ears or still sleepin’. You know how she is... Doubt she went far, not without us,” Woden smiled slightly, beginning to walk ahead of Zella. “If you look for Zoth, I’ll see if I can’t find out more about Mister Order.”

Agreeing, Zella parted to Mania’s wing of the palace, cutting through the main hall into an open doorway, disappearing into the depths. Woden followed where they had last seen Ezekiel, feeling a hand over his shoulder.

“Another of the Madgod’s spawn? Wait... You’re...”

Cheysis turned, facing the High Priest, looking up to him suspiciously. His eye looked him up and down, stepping away from his gloved hand that sat on his shoulder. “Spawn? Who’re you callin’ spawn? Technically, I’m Nocturnal’s, but we don’t mention that. Who in Oblivion are you?”

“Not even a name? I am High Priest Ezekiel. May I ask your title, then? You couldn’t have given me so much as a name.”

“Woden Cheysis. And what’s the ‘high priest’ doin’ here? Guessin’ Mom let you in...”

The Daedric man’s head lifted, a slight smile resting on his lips, “that she did. I have... Unfinished business here in the palace. Perhaps you will prove useful in such business. It was... Pleasant meeting you, Cheysis. I do hope we will meet again.”

~

[ondolemarz]

(( B R O I DIDN'T SEE THIS BUT I'M GOING FERAL I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH ;W; ))

[vnd3d]

does a gay little walk cycle that pisses you off

[meatgrinderminefield]

@ondolemarz

[ondolemarz]

Makin' my way downtown, walkin' fast -

*Cliffracer sounds*

WALKIN' FASTER-