#kohledtouch

[leviathanwielded-moved-blog]

@kohledtouch WOW I FINALLY MADE IT

    “Looks like we’re roommates!”    a neutral statement? Mostly, though she would miss the luxurious seclusion she’d enjoyed at home, alone with father’s books and her countless toys. Now, she would have another kind of fun, hopefully. She’d read enough about magic - now she yearned to do it herself. No way around attending a proper school, even though she would have preferred to stay at home, with her father. Alas.... The other girl looked nice enough, or well, she better be nice. Otherwise, one of them would have an awful time - and Ignes was determined that she would not be the one failing to enjoy herself.

     “I am Ignes. nice to meet you.” 

[finsaraan]

kohledtouch replied to your post “hel-LO the gin was a bad idea and now i can’t write for shit who’s...”

Do it. Share with us the gay son!

you say that, but i have fifteen paragraphs here of over-dramatic self-indulgent over-detailed nonsense that would like to bet that you will not get past the 8th paragraph before you are willing to go live in the woods to escape it

[championofstendarr-blog]

closed starter for @kohledtouch

With flowers and an amulet of Stendarr in her hands, Beatrice was rather solemn to approach the now ruined Hall of the Vigilant.

After all, it was the deaths of Keeper Carcette and her loyal followers that brought her to this frigid land and brought her to realize her destiny: but even if they had not, a fallen Vigilant was a fallen brother and sister in-arms, and as Skyrim’s new Keeper (in-time, anyways) it was her duty to honor the dead who cleansed the world in Stendarr’s name.

It was only a matter of time, she thought bitterly. The Vigilants only were well-funded and armed in Cyrodrill: it was of no surprise to learn Carcette’s group would one day face trouble. But to think the undead would be so bold as to destroy the hall entirely... it didn’t sit well with her. Perhaps the ‘Volkihar’ clan that existed up in Skyrim? The Cyrodrill Vampyrum Order was strong back home, but she had heard no tales of an organized vampire clan in Skyrim, but after something like this: perhaps she could contact the Order of the Virtuous Blood, see if they know anything...

... Well, she could think about that later.

Rest in peace, brothers-in-arms, she thought to herself, placing the flowers and amulet at the steps to the destroyed building... and narrowing her eyes at the sight of a figure in the darkness, in the ruins of the Hall. Casting a Candelight, she headed into the Hall with a hand on her sword.

“Do you not know what this place is? State your business,” Beatrice replied, still not aware of the true nature of the ruins’ visitors. She refused to let a place like this be defiled by petty scavengers.

[finsaraan]

😍 //IT WAS SO HARD TO CHOOSE WHICH ONE TO SEND! I WANTED ALLLLLL

casual nudity meme - see my muse naked accidentally and say “damn” without meaning it

     Her walking in doesn’t even catch a glance from him, but the way she stops as if she’s walked into something invisible hovering at head-height does, and the word she blurts, which he doesn’t know, but feels like he can sort of guess the meaning of from the way she says it. Surprise, he guesses, given that she’s used to him clothed head to foot like he has something to hide. Bodies may not be so private to him, but they tell a story, even if his tells less than others. For all that he has seen, and done, there should be scars. But he’s flawless - in a sense, not that anyone would choose that word for the translucent, light-starved skin that seems barely human.

“Hideous, am I?” he jokes, sort of, from beneath the towel as he scrubs the water from his curls. He misses the olive tan that used to bronze his limbs in the summer when he was young, and could go about like normal people, baring as much skin as was sensible to soak up the sun before winter came howling on again. He won’t admit to it, but there’s vanity still. He dislikes a fair amount about his face but he’s never been displeased with the rest of himself, until this curse of Apocrypha left its mark upon his very flesh.

[finsaraan]

@kohledtouch

     "You are not going deep enough,” he instructs without impatience, but a sternness that is borne of teaching such dangerous subjects - it is on his head that a student’s failure lies, if he has failed to impress the importance of succeeding at something that will kill you if you don’t “If you skimp on this Shout, you will find that it does nothing at best, and causes you harm at worst. The things the Thu’um can do to your enemies is nothing to what it can do to you if you do not wield it correctly. Remember, not like a spell - feel it in your gut first, and then bring it up from there, slowly. Only Mul Qah this time. It will hurt less if it goes wrong.”