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[paradoxspaceheater]

shoutout to when i thought a hand job was when you got plastic surgery on your hands. like a nose job or a boob job. i still think this makes more sense than the actual meaning

[karatekamania]

the mutuals to blocked pipeline is something that is sometimes so strong

[aladaylessecondblog]

Oops

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53198734/chapters/164748571

Author's note: for anyone familiar with my future Severed Destiny ideas this is the "Haj-deek catches Vivec and Odros" chapter

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Chaperone Lady Dagoth, Lord Vivec had said. He'd added that he needed to speak to her uncle Odros about something important privately. So he'd gone with her, still feeling very much out of place amongst the nobility.

It hadn't been too bad at first. Martin could see she was just as uncomfortable with the dress she was wearing as he was with the nicer robe Vivec had given him - it was nice to have someone here who felt the same. Someone else who felt out of place, despite...everything. Sure, she had made some large leaps in the last year, but still.

And that line of conversation had been good, for an hour or so, but after that time they'd started to wonder what had become of the other two.

They asked a few servants, one of whom had noted the two leaving out some side entrance, saying perhaps the wine had been too much. Someone else said something about them wanting to get out of the crush of people.

"Well that makes sense," Haj-deek said, "The royal wedding, there's just--there's so many people here. If it's something private..."

"It shouldn't have taken this long, though," Martin said.

"Right. I'm sure nothing's really wrong, but my father won't want to hear that I was separated from uncle Odros this long."

And so followed by the imperial, who was still taking his duty as chaperone seriously, they headed out the front door - Haj-deek had suggested going out the side but Martin was careful to note that would probably spark rumors.

"They'd think we were doing something wrong," he gave a slight laugh. "And I have no desire to have your father catch wind of it only to get my head separated from the rest of my body."

"Right...we wouldn't want that. Vivec's been so careful with you---" she stopped to ask some random Telvanni who was vomiting into the bushes. "I'm sorry, have you seen my uncle?"

He didn't respond, only pointed in the direction of the silt striders. Then he was sick again.

"Maybe your uncle's not feeling well and wanted to grab a potion?"

"I should make sure he's alright, in that case."

She headed for the silt strider she'd taken with Odros. Halfway up the staircase they both heard a groan.

Haj-deek stumbled slightly, and Martin helped her up.

"That sounds--"

They reached the top step and stopped cold.

Odros was to the far end of the hollowed-out space and she could only see his back. But it was clear his robe was open, from the ties that hung loose at his side. He didn't move at first, apparently not hearing their approach.

"Uncle Odros? Are you--"

He stiffened, and seemed to shake for a moment, but didn't turn around.

"This--isn't what it looks like!"

"What's going on?!"

(Martin was silent behind her.)

Then, from the shadow in front of Odros, Vivec stood up. He didn't make eye contact at first - seemed to keep his eyes on Odros.

His tongue flicked briefly out. He was wiping his mouth.

In the smooth tones that so characterized his person, that made it impossible to think he was anyone else even if he'd looked different, Vivec responded.

"It's exactly what it looks like."

[atlass-random-stuff]

Does anyone else try to give themselves other people’s voices? Like instead of actually trying to voice train I just tried to mimic Cecil Baldwin’s voice lol

I literally gave myself a more masculine voice by just saying “good night, night vale, good night” and “Tad’s the name being normal’s my game” a lot

And I think it kind of worked?

[owlf45]

Not an ask, so don’t feel like you need to respond. I was super obsessed with your writing right before and during Covid. Helped me a lot and was actually the very first thing I bookmarked on ao3 when I finally got an account. It was during a time when my phone was locked down but found a loophole to read fanfiction. (so if there was a time where you got tons of kudos from a guest one at a single that was probably me) Your stories and writing has been amazing and always been a comfort of mine. I also learned that it was okay to be non binary and aroace (and non religious) through your and Cyber’s blogs. Thank you for everything you’ve written, sincerely an anon ❤️

Hi Anon, Cyber and I have been a mess over this ask for the past few weeks. (I've been hoarding it to myself to look back on.) I wish I had something more intelligent to say, but I'll just say this:

I'm so happy that you have learned so much about yourself and can feel comfortable being yourself. I'm sorry you were/are in a position where you had to rely on loopholes. Exploring these questions while in that environment takes curiosity and courage.

The fact that my writing and blog were motivators and sources of comfort astounds me. I never thought, in the grand scheme of things, that anything I was doing/writing was that important. In fact, at the same time I was writing and blogging here, I was also exploring my identity and my beliefs, and it was my mutuals, online friends, and readers who motivated me. It is pretty incredible to see that it's a two-way street.

I'm very proud of you anon, and I hope you are doing great. Keep rocking! Thank you for sending this message.

[skyward-floored]

YOU

YOU ARE LOVED

AND APPRECIATED

THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE

Aw anon 🥺

[whosplayerthree]

I'm the type of guy that falls asleep during a horror movie. just a real sleepy fella.