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(hi...everyone........................................
i’m going to try to be back, lol. i had a Really Really Awful December like truly one of the worst times in my life, for Reasons, and then work was ridiculously busy, but i’m recovering from that and want to be active on here again! i know i really haven’t been on since october so i have some catching up to do. if we had threads and you considered them dropped and don’t feel like picking them up again, i totally understand. i’ve been meaning to come back but kept forgetting and tonight i was like you know what today’s the day. so here i am. i’ll be just as active as i was before, which wasnt on here 24/7, but checking the blog every day.
if you want to start a new thread, or remind me of one we had going on, please feel free to send me an ask or message!)
Durarara!! {Sentence Starters}
"It's kinda scary how much people trust me."
"It's hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember."
"I deserve to get my little ass kicked? Why?"
"No one loves me, because they're afraid of me."
"The problem with you is that you can't be swayed by reason, and that's bad."
"Oh, I'm not mad. I just want to beat the shit out of you!"
"Human beings are the most interesting creatures that you can ever hope to find."
"The world isn't as cruel as you make it out to be."
"I'm obviously here to kick your smarmy little ass."
"Bullying people is lame. It's pathetic, really."
"Whenever random violent crap happens, it seems you're somehow involved!"
"You think you're special? You're not."
"I don't care. You're in a class that's so far beneath me that it doesn't really matter."
"Once you decide you love someone, that’s your responsibility."
"You won't even give me time to make an effort."
"I'm not rude. I just wasn't taught to politely pretend to be nice to people I can't stand."
"Everyone has secrets, things they feel that they can't tell anyone."
"You are more transparent than you think."
"Someone asked me that, and then I beat him within an inch of his life."
"I am trying to seduce you."
"I'd like to make you mine, but sorry, you're not my type."
"No matter how much you try to escape it, you can't get away from what you were part of."
"Hm, maybe I should get a band-aid. Or maybe super glue!"
"Just because I like humans, it doesn't mean that I like you personally."
"They called me a monster!"
“What possible difference can I make?” [from maedis]
“You could start by standing right there and waiting for a moment.” Her attention was on the injured man, trying to encourage him to let her see the wound. She was no healer, but the only other ones in the inn other than the two mer were the innkeeper and an old man whose mind did not seem entirely there.
After she had a look, she frowned and turned toward the other Bosmer. “I am going to need some water and a clean rag. If you want to help, go ask the innkeeper for those, as well as some bandages.”
[-prompt-]
Maedis hadn’t wanted to get involved, but he supposed he was now, for better or for worse. He grit his teeth, looking at the man who was injured. “Fine,” he agreed.
He approached the inkeeper, demanding a rag, which he was handed. “...And some clean water, too,” he added, though he had doubts about how clean the water would actually be. A nearly empty inn had to be empty for a reason. The innkeeper left for a moment and returned with a jug, full of slightly dirty water, just as he thought. Maedis returned to the other mer’s side, and slid the items her way.
“These are going to have to do.”
prince of egypt sentence starters
“Can you hear your people cry?”
“I have nothing I can give but this chance that you may live.”
“Sleep and remember my last lullaby.”
“How would you like to see your face carved on a wall?”
“You don’t suppose we’ll get in trouble for this?”
“But one weak link can break the chain of a mighty dynasty!”
“Why is that whenever you start something I’m the one who ends up in trouble?”
“Don’t worry, nobody will even notice us coming in.”
“Are you going to let her talk to you like that?”
“But I am showing you all the respect you deserve – none!”
“Do you want us flogged?”
“I knew you cared about our freedom.”
“They never told you?”
“You will regret this night.”
“Surely this is all I’ve ever wanted.”
“Tell me you didn’t do this.”
“They were only slaves.”
“Is this where you found me?”
“Now you know the truth love, now forget and be content.”
“Fate has turned our little misadventure into a great opportunity.”
“You saw what happened, I just killed a man!”
“Nothing you say can change what I’ve done.”
“I’m not who you think I am.”
“Aren’t these your camels?”
“That’s why Papa says she’ll never get married.”
“I’ve done nothing in my life worth honoring.”
“Dance with me!”
“What do you want with me?”
“You’ve chosen the wrong messenger.”
“What on earth are you dressed as?”
“So you have returned only to free them.”
“Or is it thanks… to you?”
“How does it feel when you get struck to the ground?”
“I didn’t see because I did not wish to see.”
“Still gnawing at that bone, are we?”
“It’s… blood.”
“Until you break, until you yield.”
“This was my home.”
“How could you have come to hate me so?”
“Something else is coming, something much worse than anything before.”
“And I think it’s time I finished the job.”
“You bring this upon yourself.”
“Though hope is frail, it’s hard to kill.”
“Now I’m standing here, my heart so full I can’t explain.”
“Don’t just stand there; kill them!”
“Kill them all!”
“Look at your people – they are free.”
Wandering in the Woods, Oer-Wout
cold nights (maedis|Lleryn)
llerynserathis:
Lleryn made a sound of gruff acknowledgement, only affording Maedis’ scar a brief glance. “They’re s’wits to anyone,” he muttered, refilling the Bosmer’s bowl. “I would much rather argue with an ice wolf than with one of the Stormcloaks. An ice wolf’s got a sharper mouth, but fewer people ask questions if you skin one.”
He sat back a little, vindictive half-grin still lingering as he stretched his stiff shoulders. After a moment he grew serious again, and keeping his eyes on the fire, said: “I trust this “job” you came here for did not involve the Quarter? There are many who have conspired in the past to make sure various…misfortunes befall us. We are increasingly unwelcome and our hosts are well-connected indeed.”
Maedis snorted at the analogy, accepting the refill with a nod of thanks. He’d spooned some into his mouth during Lleryn’s next question, and had to swallow before answering.
“Believe me, the Quarter is the last place I wanted to end up.” He balanced the bowl on his legs, and leaned forward to warm his hands on the fire. “I was here to infiltrate a mansion- one where they actually had things worth stealing. I fucked it up.” He gave a slight shrug, then sighed. “I can’t go back empty handed. I have to keep trying until I leave.” Maedis looked up at Lleryn. The Dunmer already knew he was a thief, and Maedis hoped that finding out he was with the Guild wasn’t a huge surprise.
RULES: Tag 10 People You Want To Get To Know Better Tagged by: Stolen from: booksandbrimstone Name: ollie Nickname: my manager calls me ‘olls’ but no one else does. ollie is already a nickname technically ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Birthday: october 1st Star Sign: libra Height: 5′7″ Favorite Colors: bright red, black, gray, lime gren Current Time: 5:18pm Average Hours of Sleep: 5 or 4 Lucky Numbers: 72, 9 Last Thing I Googled: dorian and sera banter Happy Places: a table by a window in my house Celebrity Crush: simon pegg is pretty cute Favorite Bands/Artists: mother mother, fucking werewolf asso, melanie martinez, crystal castles Last Movie I Watched: i think it was mission impossible rogue nation, hence my celebrity crush Dream Trip: area 51! also roswell new mexico Extra Info: I SHOULD BE MORE ACTIVE ON HERE Tagging: anyone who wants 2 do this
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ever get the feeling you’ve been cheated (maedis|rhovan)
The sky was rather light for a sunset, which Rathys would have hated, so Maedis was glad he had left them behind. Right now the Dunmer was inside the walls of Solitude, as opposed to standing on the docks with Maedis.
A salty breeze blew right towards his face, and he grimaced at the scent. It smelled like dead fish and made him feel nauseous. Just watching the ships get tossed on the waves made him sick. He’d made it his code to stay away from water and sailing at all costs, but he’d have to get fairly close tonight. He felt his face set deep into a frown, but he couldn’t force himself to put on a neutral expression for the smuggler he was supposed to be meeting.
He went over the details of what his plan for the meeting was over again in his head, trying to quell some of his anxiety. Find the smuggler,check to make sure the skooma is actually in the crate, pay him, then leave. It sounded simple enough. Of course he couldn’t bring the skooma into the city, so he’d have to find a place to hide it- maybe I should have brought Rathys after all. He scowled.
A guard on his way back to the barracks gave him a passing glance, but Maedis just returned it with a nod. He wasn’t too worried; he found the guards in Solitude were much less concerned with individual elves than the guards in one of the less diverse cities. The sky began to darken and cloud, and Maedis drew his cloak closer to himself. The smuggler should be arriving any time now.
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cold nights (maedis|Lleryn)
llerynserathis
Lleryn gave a snort at this remark, lip curling in a humourless half-smile as he rested his bowl upon his lap. How precious. “Did you come here expecting sun and sand? Saints, thief-boy, it’s news to no one. I have known this icebound midden for decades, and complaining about it won’t make you much warmer.” With one long-fingered hand he loosened the row of buckles along his right boot, gradually working his leg free with a light grunt. In the warmth of the fire he retied the trailing footwrap, pausing to stretch out long, bony toes that had been numb all day.
“I certainly do not live here by choice, if that is what you wish to ask me without sounding too interested. I live here because like most of the Grey Quarter I fought hard to be here. Some of us crossed the mountains together, and have seen things that have damaged us irreparably. We…function better if we are still amongst our brethren. Besides, holding onto our hard-gotten houses in this city seems to be another netch-barb in Ulfric’s behind, which is all the better.” Lleryn extended his leg a moment, feeling the tightness of cramped muscles and inwardly cursing the decline of his flexibility. While he was technically still able to sink himself down with his legs splitways if the need ever happened to arise, every harsh winter seemed to bring yet more stiffness to his sinews. What he needed was an almost-boiling bath, and some fine stoneflower oils to ease knotted muscle…but of course, a mer needed gold for that. Gold that kept finding new ways to slip from his fingers all the time, including via young Bosmer thief.
Lleryn picked up his spoon again to pensively ladle more stew into his mouth. “I’d imagine the roads of Skyrim are full of wolves and bears and soldiers at this time of year, anyway. One has to wonder why a mer would brave them to try his luck with Windhelm’s frosty pockets.”
Maedis scooted closer to the fire, listening to Lleryn speak. To be honest, he had never given much thought to the Gray Quarter. Or any city beyond Riften. He preferred to have less things to worry about. He had known that the dunmer refugees existed, but knowing that he was taking to one was...odd. He didn’t quite know what to do with that information.
He’d heard a lot about Ulfric, however. The slightest smile appeared when Lleryn mentioned how the presence of mer in his city bothered him, but Maedis kept his face in check. He finished off the last of his stew.
“A mer would brave them because he had a job to do in Windhelm. But failed it,” he added bitterly. None of this would have happened if the targets had come home at the time they were supposed to. “And the roads aren’t too bad if you’ve been dealing with them all your life. Bears leave well enough alone if you don’t get too close. Wolves get a lot less brave if you were carry a torch.” But soldiers... “Soldiers are...unpredictable.” His left hand raised to gingerly touch his scar. He always felt like the pain would return whenever he touched it. It had hurt so badly, years ago.
exchange (narcisse|maedis)
notyourlark
The hall of the dead was a rather humdrum venue, but she had to admit it possessed a certain degree of eerie charm for their meeting. Perhaps it was actually a bit too much, too ominous for a simple meeting between potential associates, but the perfect site for something just slightly more nefarious. Maybe, if she was lucky, they would turn out to be an assassin of some sort.
Narcisse was not a woman to be late by matter of accident, nor did she allow herself to be lured into secret meetings with naught but an uncertain offering from an uncertain identity. Fortunately, she had her means of researching this mystery contact. Nothing was ever truly a secret, after all, not when there were eyes and ears everywhere. One only needed to know who and what to ask.
They had promised information on Guild activity, a tantalizing offer if it was one made in earnest. Skyrim’s foremost crime syndicate had more fingers in it than it had fruit to be plucked, but insight into their operations was doubly valuable if one learned to read into their motivations and the demands of their backers. She did not doubt she could put this informant to good use, even if their business proposition was dubious at best.
As much as one could, she tried to keep her hands clean of the drug business on principle. The skooma trade was beneath her reputation, and ordinarily any pleas to her to aid in moving such cargo would have gone ignored, but this little affair, she had to admit, had caught her interest. A little guild-mouse trying to make something extra by inserting themselves in the jungle of drug trafficking? She had to admire their enterprising nature, if not their smarts.
Speaking of which. Her presumed contact came into view as she wound about the corner, though she kept herself carefully cloaked in invisibility. Sight, sound, and even the scent of perfume were obscured as she approached, drawing her weapon and loading a bolt in total silence.
“Now you’re dead,” the woman assessed in a lighthearted, sing-song tone. Her spell fading, she appeared before the elf with a gray cowl pulled over her visage, her weapon trained on his chest. After a moment, however, the crossbow was lowered. “And I’m woefully unimpressed. Not the most glowing of first-impressions, dear, but I’m sure you’ll sway me with this wonderful proposal of yours. At least, I do hope so, for both our sakes.”
“What the-” he started, taking a step back and backing up into the wall. Had he gotten this all wrong? Maedis hadn’t expected a crossbow in his face from this meeting. For a fleeting moment, he began to think the Guild was a step ahead of him, and his stomach dropped- but then the woman lowered the crossbow.
So, she had just been messing with him. But Maedis couldn’t help the twinge of irritation at her jab.
“So, a glowing first impression is t’ wave around my fucking bow like I’m in the Brotherhood?” He snarled, a slight Nordic accent apparent in his voice. He normally tried to suppress it, but he couldn’t help it when he was angry. Maedis lifted up the hand that held the papers full of the information he promised. “I thought we had a deal that didn’t involve someone getting killed,” he said sharply.
“I had to risk my ass to get this information. The Guild isn’t the nicest to traitors, and I want to keep this quiet. So if you can give me some contacts, you get these papers.” He unrolled one to show her that there was, in fact, writing on them, and that they weren’t bullshit. Some of the papers were barely even worth a glance, but there was for sure some valuable pieces of information in there. All he had to do was to pass them all off as worth her time.
Frankly, a lot of the shit written on there he didn’t even understand. But that had to be good. “These were locked away tight.” It had certainly been a pain in the ass to unlock the strongbox that held the papers. “There’s even some unopened letters here. Sealed with family crests. Probably intercepted. I even stole a few of these myself,” he remarked, noticing this for the first time. He certainly did recognize one or two letters that he’d been tasked with taking from a courier.
“But I need to get rid of them fast. As soon as they notice they’re gone, and I’m gone, I’m sure they’ll put two and two together.” He rolled the paper back up, and put all of them behind his back, lifting his chin up to meet her eyes. There had been a prickling of nervousness in his stomach, and now it was starting to grow. He was usually the ‘muscle’ of the jobs, infiltrating and extracting. He just did what he was told, and didn’t ask questions. Making deals wasn’t what Maedis normally did. Even more than being cheated, Maedis was scared he was making a fool of himself.
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