#bloodyconqueror

[lilyissuswritings2]

Contact Names for My TSAMS OC Ships

Except I don't tell you who in the ship has what contact and you have to guess which couple and which contact is who.

"Captain of My Heart"

"1# First Mate!"

"Creature"

"Blue one."

"Love bird 1 and 2"

"Pick-me-up"

"Doritos"

"Wife"

"Coworker"(to keep another certain Moon from snooping in the contact. Wheatley gets curious)

"You are the only thing holding me together mentally"

"Flower"

"Hunny-Bunny"

"Darling"

"Amorcitos"

"My eyes"

"My ears"

"my voices"

"Bubbles"

"My awesome star lady from (dimensional code)"

"Darlins"

"sugar puffs"

"my awesome gfs"

"Champion"

"Haloed one"

New game for my mutuals to play lol

[thcbull]

HAPPY BDAY BB XOXO, BO

THANK YOU SO MUCH <3 AKFDJGLSKJGKFGJLSD

[8thcourier]

@bloodyconqueror  [ starter call ]  [ blackmane / skyrim ]

the man that walks up to the bar looks as though he has had - a day.

and he has.  fucking daedric crazy bullshit.  fucking mages.  fucking crypts.

it’s just a small tomb, they said.  been mostly cleared out by adventurers, they said.  just need a rubbing of the glyphs on the sarcophagus in the central chamber, they said.  it’s empty, they said.

and it was.  just a stroll.  no nasties jumping out.  no draugr trying to make him one of their creepy undead brood.  or just dead.  empty as the damn grave.  

HAH.

at least it had been until he’d pressed the parchment to the sarcophagus to take the rubbing and managed to push some kind of secret button which had immediately dropped him into a deep dark pit.  a pit which WAS full of draugr.  and giant creepy spiders ( he HATES those things ).  

bonus, there was a chest, undiscovered, unlooted.  less of a bonus, one of the coins he’d picked out was kinda weird looking ( so he’d assumed valuable??? )  and the moment he’d snagged it in the palm of his hand... well...

...so here he is... glowing faintly purple.  sitting at the bar, the bartender giving him a strange look and edging backwards.

❝ – look, this totally isn’t my fault. ❞

he says with a rather exasperated shrug.

❝ – it’s not harmful. ❞

well, that’s kind of a lie, because... he actually doesn’t know.

❝ – can i just get an ale???  ❞

though there’s a sigh that follows as the sound of someone in armour comes in through the door.  some bastard had called the guard???  just because he happens to be glowing a bit weirdly???  

❝ – look, i ain’t going nowhere till i get a drink, okay??? ❞