#centerpointwitch

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

Can I get "I am capable of besmirching my own good name"? Paraphrased line from my fave game on the planet (elder scrolls oblivion)

shit i think we all are 

Askbox is currently closed as I work my way through these older asks

[dragonshost]

M. When it rains/snows/storms (preferably storms) for Luvia?

It had taken Juvia a long time to realize it, but there was more than one way to save someone from the rain.  There was the forced clearing of the skies, of course.  Gray had shown her that bright blue view for the first time, and she would always, always love him for that.  Her gratitude exceeded the bounds of that sky he’d shown her.

But... it was someone else that had shown her another.

Of all people, it had been the person she’d most feared taking her skies away from her.  For if Gray was taken away from her, what would Juvia have left?  Nothing at all, but a stormy sky.

Maybe that was why she’d paid so much attention to Lucy.  Almost to the point of bullying, even.  It wasn’t difficult to keep an eye on her.  She was usually somewhere in the vicinity of Gray, where Juvia wanted to be as well.  Two birds, one stone.

But then, one day, Juvia noticed Lucy hanging around even when Gray wasn’t there.  So she’d taken to watching out for the blonde a little more closely than she had before... and she started to notice a strange pattern.  Even when Gray wasn’t around, it was never very difficult to locate Lucy.  In fact, Lucy was always nearby when Juvia looked for her.  Sometimes doing her own thing in the guild hall.  But sometimes also seeking her out to chat, or to shop.

Juvia couldn’t understand for the life of her why Lucy kept seeking her out on those days.  The blonde had nothing to prove without Gray around to watch.  And it wasn’t as if Lucy was hurting for friends or companionship - she had many other female friends.  So why bother with Juvia?

Eventually, she worked up the nerve to ask Lucy outright the reason why.  The other woman had looked so confused by Juvia’s words, that it made anxiety ripple and shift inside the rain woman.  A feeling that was only heightened when Lucy told her that it was because she enjoyed being with Juvia.

Preposterous.  Absurd.  If there was one thing Juvia had gleaned from her previous relationships and her clumsy courtship of Gray, it was that people did not really enjoy her presence all that much.  She tended to be... too much for them.  And the worst of it was the fact that in the heat of the moment, she could never tell.  It was only after going home to stew in her actions that she would be overcome with shame and embarrassment for them.  Even Gajeel had been somewhat dragged, kicking and screaming, into a friendship with her.

It wasn’t until a bad storm rolled into Magnolia that Juvia finally believed Lucy’s words.  It had been an unpleasant, muggy day.  Full of the promise of rain.  Most of the other guild members had stayed home, including Gray.  Which wasn’t surprising, all in all.  Gray hated the rain.  But Juvia... had still hoped to see him there.  Knowing how she, too, hated the rain.  She’d resigned herself to a day full of black clouds, both within and without.

But then... Lucy had come running into the guild, not quite outpacing the downpour as the skies opened up.  She’d looked around frantically, sopping wet and ignoring Mirajane’s attempts to give her a towel.  When she’d spotted Juvia, she’d marched straight over to her, and plopped wetly down on the bench beside her.  Then she’d taken Juvia’s hands, and with a look of desperation... had asked if Juvia was alright.

At first, Juvia had thought that Lucy believed her responsible for the rain.  So she’d yanked her hands out of Lucy’s grip and snubbed her.

Then the thunder and lightning started in.  Howling winds shook the guild’s rafters, and for a second Juvia had a frightening thought that maybe her outrage at Lucy had made the storm worse.

It was then that Lucy took Juvia’s hands in hers again, and clarified, “I’m just worried, because I know how much you hate the rain, Juvia.”

That was when everything snapped into terrifying clarity for Juvia.  She’d always believed, until that moment, that what had happened in the Tower of Heaven had been a one-time thing.  Lucy hadn’t acted any differently towards Juvia after it, so Juvia wrote off the connection she’d felt as a heat-of-the-moment type of thing.

But Lucy had noticed, when even Gray hadn’t.  How Juvia hated the rain, how she hated being alone.  Lucy had acted differently after the Tower of Heaven towards Juvia.  Juvia just hadn’t seen it, in her laser focus on Gray.

The reason why Lucy always seemed to be around, even when Gray wasn’t... was because Juvia was.

There was a second way to save someone... save Juvia from the rain.  And that was to be there throughout the storm, holding her hands and helping her to weather it until clear skies returned.  Someone who cared for Juvia the way she’d always craved.

And oh gods above, did Lucy care.

Storms became much, much less frightening after that.  Juvia counted it a good thing.

[thegodskeeper]

Hello! May I have a general bibliomancy reading, please?

“No. “Roda…” Peri whispered, soothingly. “You’re a terrible liar.” “Look,” she sighed, lifting her body and balancing her weight on one elbow. “He was angry, I was angry, I’m not good enough and the stupid plan is ineffable. There’s nothing to talk about.” “So he upset you.”

Trust people with your problems. It might seem noble to kind of bottle things up in order to keep the peace, or so that people don't worry about you, but there are people who love you and who know when you're putting up barriers. Don't sugar-coat your pain; admit to it, and know that there are people who will gently help you to deal with it. Because sometimes when you're looking at the problem from the inside, it doesn't seem like there's a solution, or it might seem like you're overreacting. Others can offer a much-needed perspective, and love.

Free readings are currently closed, this was a quick freebie for people on my Discord server. For information about paid readings and devotional commissions, check out my ko-fi.

[the-tharns-speak]

Hello Chancellor! Have you ever had interactions with any Daedric Prince other than Molag Bal? I'd assume that you didn't have many interactions with Moldy Balls, but most of us know by now of your imprisonment in Coldharbour.

I have had a number of interactions with various Daedric Princes, either direct or less so.. There was the whole thing with the Niben College of Lawyers and their cult of Clavicus Vile. This other time I’ve been spoken to by Azura (in Ald Chimeris on the top of that) through the mouth of one of her oracles, which would have been fine if the oracle and I weren’t extremely busy mere moments prior. Let’s not forget Haskill deciding to pend his free evening at the annual Tharn Mid-Year gathering (almost nobody noticed). And I might have had a talk with Malacath, but I am not sure, it might have also been a concussion hallucination.

And I’m only talking about those which have left a particularly strong impression.

Oh. And Jyggalag apparently has a blog. We’ve interacted. I don’t think I’ve left a good impression...

[collegeofwinterhold]

Spoiler!!!

local dragonborn has a crisis over destiny and fate

[yesiwasinthechessclub]

2, 16, 22 for J'Zidar?

2. How easy is it for your character to laugh?

J’Zidar laughs easily I think. If things are going his way (and he generally makes it so that things go his way) he smiles a lot. Also he likes laughing with his friends. They make him happy. 

16.  What makes their stomach turn?

I always like to say that J’Zidar doesn’t have morals, he doesn’t really care about killing or stealing or making the “bad choices” in his life when interacting with others. However there are a few things he definitely is disgusted at, including racism (he punches/kills racists for fun), people who hurt or disrespect his moms, or other stuff like that. 

As for what makes him actually feel nauseous, I don’t think there’s a lot of that. He eats spiders in draugr ruins I don’t think there’s much that he finds gross. 

22.  How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?

It depends on the person and the kind of jealousy. When for example someone is flirting with one of his boyfriends or husbands and they aren’t returning the affection he becomes overly affectionate, wanting to show the other that they’re his. But when his boyfriends/husbands DO flirt with someone else, even if it’s just a joke, or if someone is spending more time with other people than with him and he feels unloved, he’ll become very drawn into himself and distant. ‘If they don’t like me anyway why should I bother’, that sort of deal. 

[daggerfall]

🖊️ for Elaine, Isadora, and Gwenifyr?

Elaine: its my self insert and I GET TO MAKE THE RULES

the first big fight that elaine and sil had was after summerset. She figured out that he knew (or at least suspected) that some of the members of their group would die, and rather than take preventative measures, let it happen. She really cared about Darien, especially since he was basically her bodyguard and main companion for months while Isla was adventuring through the Covenant. It was the first time she had to confront the fact that he’s a god with the ability to foresee some of the future, and the weight of deciding who lives and who dies constantly on his shoulders. It took her a while to stop entirely blaming him, but she did at least forgive him within a few weeks. 

Isadora: I think I ended up deciding to make @baandari‘s vestige Leoric canon for her story, and while I don’t wanna project onto his oc, good lord i can only imagine the frustration of watching Izzy and Aeliah tip toe around their feelings for each other for all of Dragonhold. She makes him swear not to tell Aeliah but that doesn’t stop the entire Season of the Dragon gang from trying to set them up together. 

It eventually works, and the gang can finally take a nap.

Gwenifyr:

I don’t really talk about Gwen much! Probably because I don’t play Morrowind. But the way I imagine her being the Nerevarine, Nerevar’s personality and memories slowly start to merge with her own throughout the story. It doesn’t feel like there’s someone else there, but it genuinely feels like she lived it, even if she knows that She as Gwen didn’t. Eventually she starts to lose her grip on her personhood as Gwen. It doesn’t help that so many people refer to her as Nerevar instead of Gwen, the worst offender being Vivec. She tries to go to him for guidance, but he’s clearly doing it on purpose. Why, she doesn’t know. She begs him to stop, but he doesn’t even blink.

It takes her nearly killing him before she realizes that she needs to leave. She cannot be around other people while she is dealing with this identity crisis. And so she sails to Akavir, never hearing a word about her cousin being disowned, the Oblivion Crisis, Baar Dau falling, any of it.

[powerovernothing]

Stop being such a good writer or draw 25

Oh, aren’t you just the sweetest possible thing ever. While I’m not entirely sure if I would actually think that way about myself, I dearly appreciate the fact that you, yourself, feel that way! I suppose, in the eyes of everyone else who reads my writing, I would end up holding the full deck after a while, eh?

But no, I really appreciate your words! More than what may come across in my flustered little reaction! But truly, they’re so sweet, and this really made me smile! Thank you so much, my friend! You’re just adorable!