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what a vision of darkness, creeps in with desperate sharpness, lecherous grafting of knowledge to my young mortal subconscious. ▽ independent skyrim roleplay blog for a once-exiled snow elf necromancer, living in the shadow of the college of winterhold and making bad decisions. About | Rules | Timeline current condition: finally settling down in winterhold, closed off and tired

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then: this is kelta she is sad all the time and is a social pariah despite constantly being surrounded by people who'd be willing to help her. she ruins any meaningful relationship she has and prays to the dark gods because she's afraid of death and threatened to kill the only person who cared about her now: this is kelta she's a big gay. this is her pile of lesbians aren't they cute

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"Well... Guess who knows three different ways to skin a deer now...?"

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/so yeah the Pretty much canon is that kelta ran off to the forgotten vale with pallene, lost track of time, and is only now coming back . she's changed bc I DONT HAVE THE ENERGY TO BE MEAN AND AWFUL so. let's get Crackin

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/probably gonna rewrite kelta completely when ive got the time..

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“Ugh.”

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Silent approval steadily overcame the dubious expression Rowan had given her. If Kelta was certain of this, he would not deny her.

“My blessing is yours.”

However, she was not yet asked to rise. At his sharp command, a servant-maid approached, and an empty goblet was brought forth for him to take. By blade of a Highland knife, the lord’s blood was spilled and collected by the cup he held, and soon, after requesting Kelta’s arm (a sight still marred with violent marks, he noted, and deemed to avoid them well), her palm was nicked by the very point of the weapon – a dozen drops, possibly, were added to the metal chalice, and the sgian-dubh was returned to Rowan’s boot cuff.

Swirling the contents together very slowly, Rowan let his eyes drift shut, and with two hands cupping the bowl of the goblet, he drank naught more than half of what’d been mixed. It was not a hurried process by any means. Though little of her essence had been taken, he could still detect the presence of Kelta’s blood, and he accepted it within himself. A sire to her, he could not be – but a guide, a shepherd, was a role he took for all Volkihar children, and in the taking of her scarlet cruor, he welcomed her into his flock.

He gave the goblet to her, bidding her to consume what was left.

“Drink, and honor me as I have honored you.”

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Honor me as I have honored you.

Honor. She was lousy with honor, always keeping one foot on the ground even if it meant putting another’s trust at stake. It sounded nice to be loyal and true and cut from the same cloth of her honorable late brothers and sisters, but what had stood true for them fell flat at the feet of the youngest.

Only then did her gaze falter from the sharp gaze of the other, glimpse falling heavy on the cup. Kelta’s limbs had felt too numb for her to even flinch, what should’ve been pricking pain was cold fingers and colder insides. Someone could’ve touched her all gentle and she still would’ve looked the other way, herself somewhere else. Her name was not her own. Her hands were all wrong. Even so, the goblet took up her mind, her thoughts, commanding her attention.

That was her blood. That was Rowan’s blood. That was a fine marbling of their blood. It made her woozy. All of it made her woozy.

The blood shivers in her grasp, pale-as-scars fingers wrapped tight around the cup, tight around each other. If she thought too long, she’d go back. Then she’d sob about it for weeks, work herself into a blood-haze frenzy, and everything would go wrong.

Every possible mistake had been made. She was not about to make one more.

The cup was brought quickly to her lips, every fang-mangled word lost to her. Her teeth click against the rim, fist unclenching, breathing slowed, eyes fluttering shut, slow, slow. Here she was, awake, alert, alive, pledging loyalty to someone who deserved it. When the goblet is empty, the need to run is far from slaking, but thumps duller in the back of her head, a tired pulse. The crackling rage of her sire in the deepest parts of bone and gut is all but gone, but quelled, quieted.

“Thank you.”

Kelta’s voice only reached Rowan in its softness, but not for meek or mild reasons. For once all day, her tone is steady, her nerves calm, muscles no longer tight as a noose.

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You are my sweetest downfall I loved you first, I loved you first…

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Cr1tikal sentence meme

❝ Nothing says a good party like everyone shooting at nothing. ❞

❝ Whoops, you heard me insulting you? Yeah, don’t take it personally… you’re just a piece of shit. ❞

❝ Yeah, I got murdered — what about it? ❞

❝ So, number one: this is a huge waste of my time. And number two: go fuck yourself. ❞

❝ I can now grab the sun by the titties.  ❞

❝ The second I re-enter this reality, I’m coming back to that fighting ring and I’m taking you to lunch. ❞

❝ I’ll trap you in this fucking corner. How’d you like that you little prick? ❞

❝ They gave me this card but forgot that I’m illiterate, so… ❞

❝ This orange is having a bad day!  ❞

❝ This man just walked right through the event horizon like he’s walking down the sidewalk. ❞

❝ I’m late for my pornography class! ❞

❝ We can cut through the perception of time!  ❞

❝ You can buy things with a credit card, I’m sure you knew that… but did you know you can sell things with it as well? Such as murder? ❞

❝ Try to get Bill Nye to explain that shit! ❞

❝ No, no! Honey Nut Cheeri-no! ❞

❝ Do you think you could speak up a little bit? I can’t hear you over the sound of war. ❞

❝ PC versus… smack! ❞

❝ Is that dude trying to run for mayor? In my town - in Daddy’s town? ❞

❝ This is a party so good the cops put me on the most wanted list just trying to break it up. ❞

❝ You know what they say: you can never really know a person until you’ve walked a mile in their skinsuit. ❞

❝ I’d rather be gargling Bigfoot’s piss. ❞

❝ This is much easier to manage and comprehend than flying around having an existential crisis. ❞

❝ What the fuck? How did I not put those puzzle pieces together? ❞

❝ Give a tomato a false sense of security. When it thinks it’s safe, throw it on the fucking knife!  ❞

❝ Just a little bit of ghost semen, a common ingredient found in most beverages. ❞

❝ Batman stole my arms. ❞

❝ Don’t mind my tongue, it’s just here to give you the gospel. ❞

❝ So this is how the world ends, huh? This is pure chaos and pandemonium! ❞

❝ If my dick doesn’t get sucked after that performance there’s something wrong with our society. ❞

❝ I’m trying to make a nice cold drink, not perform cold fusion! ❞

❝ Alright, I’m inside of this man. I’m wearing him like a fucking halloween costume! ❞

❝ General Titan Titties reporting for duty. ❞

❝ Who knows how many bananas this is gonna take to repair, fucking awesome. ❞

❝ What are you looking at there, pal? Never seen a rooster at a strip club before? ❞

❝ I can be your Q-tip, baby! ❞

❝ You need to fight with honor, not fuck! ❞

❝ He packs a punch, but I’ll pack his suitcase! ❞

❝ That’s right, I know you didn’t vote for me last time, baby! Here’s your chance for redemption.  ❞

❝ Are they turning into a tire? That’s a useless transformer. ❞

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Mafrewel, can we talk...?

“Gee, I dunno,” the falmer’s voice sounded almost forced, like he was hiding something: Like his dominate hand curling around the Ebony Blade’s hilt, arm visibly shaking from an unassuming clash between wills, ‘Why do you struggle, Champion?’ The Prince whispered vehemently, clearly more then miffed, ‘You’re not actively trying to impede me, are you?’ Another threatening barrage, “No, no, of course not!” The frightened Falmer squeaked, voice riddled with unsureness after unsheathing the artifact and addressing his best friend directly, “Haha… Sorry Kelta, so uh, what’d you wanna talk about?”

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“Blade down,” her answer was reflexive, mothering almost— she had gotten used to keeping herself and Mafrewel out of trouble; don’t talk to her, don’t walk so close to the edge, have you eaten today, you look tired… It felt natural by now.

Without a second word, she flopped down into the pile of clothes and pillows and whatever else fit into the mass. Kelta absently chewed at the inside of her cheek, picking at a loose thread sticking from her shirt.

“Your time at the College. I could’ve let you stay with us earlier but…”

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Oak Fractured by Lightning. Allegory of the Death of the Artist’s Wife, Maxim Vorobiev

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Get the hell up. You have not lost everything while you still have your life.

Beau Taplin || The truth bomb. (via dabokva)