Well, I’ve started using this account again, so a proper introduction is in order!
Ground Rules
Don’t be a bigot. Plain and simple. I try to make this a safe space.
About Me
ׂ╰┈➤ Hello, my name is Kayla but I also go by Kyy or Kam! (some of you may already know me!)
☽ They/Them/She/Her (I’m flexible with any pronouns)
☽ 24 ♉️
☽ Lesbian
☽ 420-Friendly
☽ Neurospicy™
☽ Eclectic Pagan
Important
!!! I do not answer DMs! I’m not ignoring you—I just have severe social anxiety, and interacting with people makes me really nervous. !!!
What to Expect from This Blog
彡 This is my main blog, where I post things I enjoy that don’t fit my other blogs. Expect a lot of The Locked Tomb content, my own art, hobbies and personal thoughts or rambles.
Where Else Can You Find Me?
༯ The Smokey Bites Link Tree
༯ Spiritual Blog
༯ Story Teller Blog
Important Tags To Know
“#thoughts and tea 🍵” — All my thoughts and feelings.
“#painted pages” — My art!
“#snippets of life” — Photos I have taken :)
“#softlyanswered” — All answers to my asks
“#collected passions” — My hobbies all in one space
I usually don’t do this because my reading is typically very private, but I have been truly embracing my personal library lately. Finally had the time to pick up one of my favorite current reads.
So, without further ado, here are excerpts from Women Who Run With the Wolves that struck something deep within me tonight — a deep connection, a deep understanding. (Pages 185-190)
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“Girl children who display a strong instinctive nature often experience significant suffering in early life. From the time they are babies, they are taken captive, domesticated, told they are wrongheaded and improper. Their wildish natures show up early. They are curious, artful, and have gentle eccentricities of various sorts, ones that, if developed, will constitute the basis for their creativity for the rest of their lives. Considering that the creative life is the soul’s food and water, this basic development is excruciatingly critical.
Generally, early exile begins through no fault of one’s own and is exacerbated by the misunderstanding, the cruelty of ignorance or through the intentional meanness of others. Then, the basic self of the psyche is wounded early on. When this happens, a girl begins to believe that the negative images her family and culture reflect back to her about herself are not only totally true but are also totally free of bias, opinion, and personal preference. The girl begins to believe that she is weak, ugly, unacceptable, and that this will continue to be true no matter how hard she tries to reverse it.”
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“So, if women must, they will paint blue sky on jail walls. If the skeins are burnt, they will spin more. If the harvest is destroyed they will sow more immediately. Women will draw doors where there are none, and open them and pass through into new ways and new lives. Because the wild nature persists and prevails, women persist and prevail.”
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“One would think that now that they are on their own psychic ground they would be deliriously happy. But, no. For a time at least, they are terribly distrustful. Do these people really regard me? Am I really safe here? Will I be chased away? Can I really sleep with both eyes closed now? Is it all right to act like . . . a swan? After a time, these suspicions fall away and the next stage of coming back to oneself begins: acceptance of one’s own unique beauty; that is, the wild soul from which we are made.”
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“Like the creatures, we just are, and it is right.
For women this searching and finding is based on the mysterious passion that women have for what is wild, what is innately themselves. We have been calling the object of this yearning Wild Woman . . . but even when women do not know her by name, even when they do not know where she resides, they strain toward her: they love her with all their hearts. They long for her, and that longing is both motivation and locomotion. It is this yearning that causes us to search for Wild Woman and find her. It is not as hard as one might first imagine, for Wild Woman is searching for us too. We are her young.”
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(small disclaimer: I don’t really post reviews on there because I’m just not that kind of person, but I definitely give star ratings and keep my tags + shelves organized 🫶)
I have been playing Skyrim for years now, and every year I try finding new ways to challenge myself and make the game feel fresh again.
As someone who usually plays Breton, Bosmer, Dunmer, or even Khajiit, I’ve learned the ins and outs of those races pretty well over time.
But there was always one race I never really touched:
Argonians.
I never had much interest in them because the race just never felt like it fit me personally. But recently, my very creative (and very autistic) brain came up with a build/challenge that somehow made Argonians insanely fun to play.
So, I introduce to you:
“The Raptor Challenge.”
A survival-focused Skyrim challenge inspired by feathered raptors/dromaeosaurs — built around speed, aggression, hunting, scavenging, and pack behavior.
If you want to try it out yourself, check out the rules below!
The Raptor Challenge
A survival challenge build focused on speed, aggression, hunting behavior, and immersive roleplay inspired by feathered dromaeosaurs/raptors.
Built around vanilla Skyrim gameplay + DLCs/Anniversary Edition content.
!! Mods are completely allowed and encouraged if you want to expand the experience. !!
Recommended:
⟡ Legendary Difficulty
⟡ Survival Mode enabled
Race:
→ Argonian ONLY
Core Idea:
You are not a knight, mage, or hero.
You are a predator.
Your character relies on:
⟡ speed
⟡ stamina
⟡ ambush tactics
⟡ scavenging
⟡ hunting
⟡ pack behavior
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Combat Rules
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Allowed:
⚔︎ One-handed swords
⚔︎ Daggers
⚔︎ Poisons
⚔︎ Sneak attacks
⚔︎ Followers
⚔︎ Pets
⚔︎ Scrolls
Not Allowed:
⚔︎ Axes
⚔︎ Maces
⚔︎ Two-handed weapons
⚔︎ Bows/Crossbows
⚔︎ Shields
⚔︎ Magic of ANY kind
Combat should feel fast and animalistic.
You are encouraged to:
⚔︎ rush enemies
⚔︎ isolate targets
⚔︎ ambush prey
⚔︎ retreat when overwhelmed
⚔︎ circle enemies instead of tanking damage
Heavy emphasis on:
⚔︎ Health
⚔︎ Stamina
⚔︎ Mobility
An Important Shout:
→ Elemental Fury is highly recommended/mandatory once unlocked.
(Attack speed fits the “raptor” fantasy perfectly.)
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Armor Rules
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ONLY Forsworn armor may be worn.
Allowed:
♱ Forsworn Armor
♱ Forsworn Boots
♱ Forsworn Gauntlets
Optional:
→ Headdress can be ignored if your Argonian already has feather/horn customization.
Jewelry, backpacks, and utility items are allowed.
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Survival Rules
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NO:
⁞ Fast travel
⁞ Carriages
⁞ Horses
You must travel on foot everywhere.
(Because what kind of raptor rides a fuckin’ horse?)
Followers and pets ARE allowed because raptors are believed to be pack hunters.
Exception:
→ If you have the DLC and want to hang out in Solstheim, then the boat ride there and back is acceptable.
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Diet Rules
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Primary Diet:
Carnivorous only.
Allowed foods include:
⊹ Venison
⊹ Fish
⊹ Chicken
⊹ Pheasant
⊹ Beef
⊹ Crabs
⊹ Eggs
Allowed ingredients:
⊹ Animal products
⊹ Insects
⊹ Eggs
⊹ Mountain flowers (Blue/Purple)
(and salts for cooking)
You should hunt/scavenge most of your food whenever possible.
Optional Rule:
→ If completing Namira’s Daedric quest, human flesh/cannibalism is allowed for roleplay purposes.
(Entirely optional for player comfort.)
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Alchemy & Items
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Allowed:
⊹ Crafted potions/poisons
⊹ Scavenged potions/poisons
NOT allowed:
⊹ Buying potions from merchants
Alchemy should feel survival-based and instinctual rather than magical.
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Roleplay Rules
(OPTIONAL but FUN)
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Play like a predator:
⋆ Hunt at night
⋆ Use rivers/lakes to travel or to kite enemies
⋆ Ambush isolated enemies
⋆ Avoid unnecessary towns (This one is a loose rule)
Being a human barometer is genuinely the most annoying thing I live with. I swear I got yanked into a comic book and was given the worst possible power/mutation known to man.
It’s been raining off and on for the past three days—harsh rain. And yeah, geographically it makes sense why we get so much of it…
BUT CAN IT FUCK OFF??
I am so tired of my heart acting like I just chugged three Red Bulls back-to-back.
Like this morning for example: I woke up at exactly 6am (before my alarm, mind you) because my heart was racing so hard it literally ripped me straight out of REM sleep.
And it’s been an hour.
An entire hour.
And I’m still dealing with palpitations.
It feels like butterflies in my chest trying to claw their way up my throat.
Being a human barometer is genuinely the most annoying thing I live with. I swear I got yanked into a comic book and was given the worst possible power/mutation known to man.
It’s been raining off and on for the past three days—harsh rain. And yeah, geographically it makes sense why we get so much of it…
BUT CAN IT FUCK OFF??
I am so tired of my heart acting like I just chugged three Red Bulls back-to-back.
Like this morning for example: I woke up at exactly 6am (before my alarm, mind you) because my heart was racing so hard it literally ripped me straight out of REM sleep.
And it’s been an hour.
An entire hour.
And I’m still dealing with palpitations.
It feels like butterflies in my chest trying to claw their way up my throat.
I just had a vivid memory of waking up in the middle of the night, grabbing my chocolate bunny from Easter, taking a massive bite in my stupor, staying conscious just long enough to put the bunny back in its basket… and then immediately passing out after I swallowed the chocolate.
idk how to feel about this newly remembered useless information
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