#and rhymes

[watcher-bones]

Has anyone felt the odd want to dress in elegant clothing, that makes ya look like your from some by-gone era (or you at least have ur shit together), but ya also want to dress like some sort of forest lurker, that sells the cure to your ailments, and speaks in riddles.

[darkearthsuggestions]

Prompt : deer, moss, mushroom, rot

I who war amongst the leaves, sans word, sans sword, sans thought– I walk the path the moss has laid and find my quarry caught.

 The deer that falls amongst the leaves, gasped breath seeped through with mud– proud face, fine visage of kings, lays broken, streaked with blood; his boastful hooves, whose beat once burned the field to red despair, now cycle, churn, through empty space, through helpless, wheezing air. and those antlers, which scored with righteous rage into the hides of foes– crack as he collapses, to final, soft repose. 

Here he falls and here I race–I rally to his side. Stretch my roots across his pelt and wait that final sigh– I who fight amongst the leaves, find victory in my wars; and call my crown in bugle-song with each triumphant spore. When the new king falls, I’ll be there too, in twining cap and stalk, and I will lay beside his grave, to watch and eat and rot. 

[gurguliare]

God I suck at transitions and have managed to space major life transitions ever closer as I age--no DOUBT i would have learned to read Chinese by now if not for this

[steel-and-toe]

me:  oh hey I’ve been of age for like half a year now, I could totally take the child safety filters off

northern hemisphere tumblr:  babiesbabiesbabies!

SEX!!!

BBBBBBBABIEEEES!!!

me:  *slowly puts filters back on*

[carved-poet]

Creaking Love

By carved-poet

Any who know me, know that I love

I love tales of adventure

I love rocks by the shore

I love words and birds and people and more

With each passing day, I find new things to love

A tale or a tune or a whale or lagoon

But sometimes with love comes sorrow or pain

Sometimes it seems you have nothing to gain

From friendships so fleeting

Or objects misplaced

From each awkward greeting

Or the whole human race

Sometimes you're drained

But you want to bring aide

Your friends need you to be

The support you've been made

So you splinter

You shake

You bend, but don't break

Because each word can be a new breath they will take

I love

I love deep

I love long

And with this love I must keep myself strong

They need me

They love me

And they must carry on

But can I sustain this need for this long?

[aladaylessecondblog]

Faal Hah Wuld future plot workings

Me reading the Five Songs of King Wulfharth in TES and suddenly thinking

Then in walked the Devil of Dagoth, who swore he came in peace.

When the next big clash against the Thalmor comes Voryn "comes out" and makes mention of Sigurd (nord nerevarine) saving his life and his mind and that he comes in peace to this war talk.

Moreover, he told the Nords a wondrous thing: he knew where the Heart of Shor was! 

"Shor walks among you once again."

The Nords asked the Devil of Dagoth why he might betray his countrymer so, and he said that the Devils have betrayed each other since the beginning of time, and this was so, and so the Nords believed him. 

Ulfric & co ask him this and Voryn says it hardly believing that they believe his bullshit. He's not an Altmer but they see him as an elf which is nearly the same. Also he would probably add in something about his devotion to Nerevar's cause of defending his people (despite not much caring for the nords he doesn't care for the Thalmor more)

The Tongues sung Shor's ghost into the world again. Shor gathered an army as he did of old

Something something the Greybeards help the dragonborn to recall the "ghost" of Shor/Lorkhan.

and then he sucked in the long-strewn ashes of King Wulfharth and remade him,

Lorkhan is broken/the dragonborn is the vessel of Shor/is Shor/I am and we are we/etc. 'You are my last chance and the Thalmor are not all that lies ahead.'

[...]

So Shor had two generals, the Ash King and the Devil of Dagoth, and he marched on the eastern kingdoms Summerset Isles with all the sons of Skyrim

Lorkhan hanging around in dragonborn's head like JARVIS for Tony Stark lol

Now pardon me while I figure out how the unused tools of Kagrenac could "wake up" the Heart again while it's beating in someone's chest

[poems-and-stuff]

i think about you still after all these years you'd think i'd have my fill when i know we weren't dears somehow, after all has past somehow, with all the memories in my brain i know this can't last i'll wash everything away with the rain we haven't been friends in a long time yet i still wonder about the could have been i hope to say goodbye with this rhyme with these last words, let the end be seen