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[comradeacerbus]

Merry Crisis everyone

[comradeacerbus]

Welp archive is down and I needed a little break from writing TDON. SO OF COURSE THAT MEANS I WAS GONNA DRAW FOR IT INSTEAD!

Someone in the comments was a little curious about squid husband’s appearance so I decided to make a revamped version of my designs for him huehuehue he’s a stick man. I know a lot of people write him as being a big beefcake but uh. Yeah I don’t see that, he’s totally a tall twig in my hc

And also I drew up some stuff of Haldis and Sahrotaar that I couldn’t remember if I’d uploaded them or not so have them too

Sahrotaar and Haldis are just little babies lol

Fear not, my flock, I’m still working on the next chapter! You’ll love what I have cooking up next I know it!

[comradeacerbus]

Hermaeus Mora: Play this flute and you get 100 million septims but 100 million people will die—

Miraak: (aggressively plays flute)

Haldis: MIRAAK NO—

[littleballofanxiety]

I fucked up my skyrim some how and now its not working. I miss my dragonborn so im posting them so more people will be subjected to them. I am genuinely proud of how they look in these photos, and im upset that I lost the preset for them. But this is skyrim we're talking about, so good things don't last lol.

Their name is Nox and they're gods (me) favorite. This is a threat.

They haven't known a days piece, and I love to throw more shit at them bc I think its funny.

Also, they're a Gore (the follower) kisser. :)

[kettlequills]

In my playthrough of Laataazin they got three steps out of the Helgen cave and immediately started a fight by being rude to some random guy, won, took all his shit and dragged him behind a tree.

And if that's not the most in character thing ,

[life-and-limerence]

NOPE... [personal rant]

Dude. Stop liking all my FB posts, even the stupid ones. Because people on FB suck, and I worry that someone with too much time on their hands might catch on and use it against you. Stop asking me to request songs so you can play them and think of me - because I want to be the one to sing them. Because the other chick cannot sing half as well as I can, and I think you know that...and also, she never wrote songs for you, and probably never will. And you should know you're the first person in a VERY long time who looked at me - REALLY looked at me - and asked me, "so how are you doing?" and actually expects an honest answer. And if I say, "meh, been better," you put your arm around me and say, "talk to me" - and I feel like I really can tell you anything. And sometimes i feel like we're aliens, luminous souls carved from the light of song, moving through this life disguised as humans - and somehow we recognized the light in one another.

[life-and-limerence]

the song remains the same

Today, I thought to myself, it will go away for sure. Like a bad cold. I'm not seeing him in the glow of the music. Today, I'll be seeing him in the context of real life. Disguised as an ordinary, middle-aged computer geek. With his ID badge, and without the cap on. The two of us together in the middle of the courtyard looking and bantering like friendly co-workers. Not bonding over Beatles tunes, wisecracking, making innuendos. Yes. Good. Today's the day it ends, and my heart can go back to normal.

And then I didn't. In fact, I found more things to love about him.

Like, I realized he has the sexiest voice I have ever heard in my goddamn life. When he leans in close and speaks just short of a whisper, even if he's just asking me a completely benign question, he sends fucking chills up my spine.

And the mystery of the chain I've glimpsed around his neck has been revealed. It holds a gemstone - green jasper, I think - that he got on a trip to Woodstock. I asked about it and he showed it to me in the parking garage when we were about to leave. He says he wore it for a month before he got the offer for the job he has now. We had a brief conversation about how green gemstones are supposed to bring luck in financial matters, and he said green is probably his favorite color.

When we were parting ways, he shook his head, laughed a little, and said, "why is it always so hard to leave you?" And then he lifted his hand to stroke my hair, and kissed my forehead, and looked into my eyes a long time, as if waiting for me to say something. I didn't - I just wrapped my arms around him, lowered my head, and pressed my face to his chest.  

I realized today that ever since we got back in touch, the gaping hole in my heart is so much more obvious to me. Because I realize it's far less empty when I'm with him.

[you-aremyexception]

celebrations

ALSO: this month his Birthday falls on the day after our 6-month anniversary. It's a little one, but the idea that I've kept someone this amazing in my life for this long is special.

The gift for his birthday is already en route, and my devious little mind is thinking up anniversary surprises...