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lets take greenmote together đ
my little Skyrim guy is a killer bc i haven't done the dark brotherhood quest line in a while and i missed playing a weird little murder hobo
zarathes is a drifter, always on the lookout for easy money, little to no sense of personal space. doesn't understand why people think he's after power, he just wants something to do and some pocket money while chillin. reads all of Cicero's journals without parsing that journals are personal and you don't read other people's, and then goes to tell him he really enjoyed the one where he posed as a fervent fan of the Grand Champion and merc'd the dude in the woods
loves snowberries so northern Skyrim is heaven. i think he'd be happier living in a converted cave or ruin than a fancy house you can buy in town.
WIP Wednesday, in this economy?
It happens. Thank you so much @thequeenofthewinter, @mareenavee, @saltymaplesyrup, and @dirty-bosmer for tagging me into this. I am for once, on time, but only on a technicality. Tagging forward, @rainpebble3, @archangelsunited, @gilgamish, @thana-topsy, @tallmatcha, @inquisition-dragonborn, @elfinismsarts and really whoever wants to do one of those. From an as of yet untitled project, set in TES Oblivion for a change of pace.
Cheydinhal hadnât changed much since his last visit, which, he supposed, was to be expected. Windows cast soft orange rectangles onto the cobblestones. Wisteria vines thick as a forearm climbed white-washed walls and dangled from porches in frumpy curtains. The geraniums in the windowsillsâmore of those bastards every yearâjostled for dominance in floral warfare, their garish reds and pinks muted to soft violet in the long, blue twilight of the Valus foothills. The air smelled of springânew blooms; old sun-warmed stones; something rotting in the canal. Hopefully something, and not someone, but this was Cheydinhal, and hope had nothing to do with it. If only heâd been so lucky. The Market District was still busy, though most of the dayâs remaining throng were aiming their feet at the nearest tavern. He glanced up, squinting at the cerulean sky, an angular zigzag of it trapped between the roofs. Newlands Lodge had equipped itself with a brand new balcony, andâas was the way of all balconies where buildings stood close enough togetherâsome enterprising neighbor had already commandeered its support beams for a clothing line. It wouldnât stay if the guards had anything to say about itâwhich, they usually did. More so lately, or Kassius wouldnât be here, sent from the Imperial City straight to the armpit of Cyrodiil. A well-groomed armpit, in comparison, but that didnât change its nature. âStop scowling at the walls,â Rivvi chided at his side. âSave the glower for Mach-Na.â He knew better than to turn, or acknowledge her jape, but he did tilt his head ever so slightly to keep her in his periphery. His own appearance rarely drew much attentionâKassius Irenius was perfectly nondescript, and heâd cultivated that instantly forgettable patina over the two decades of his increasingly long (if not quite yet dragging) career. Rivvi, of course, drew the eye even less. His excluded, but that was to be expected. âAs if my glower ever worked on that damn Argonian,â he grumbled under his breath. Rivvi made an unimpressed noise, which he ignored. The point, such as it was, remained. Rumors of corruption usually had one of two sources: someone was truly lining their pockets with more than the polite allotment of silk, or someone, somewhere had nursed a grudge longer than the Green Road, and had finally sharpened it into a timely report. A timely report that found its way with commendable inevitability to Kassiusâs long-suffering desk. The best part about corruption, as far as its weaponization went, was that the accusation stuck like pig shit, even if no evidence could be found. Which made his job of investigating said pig shit a bit of a foregone conclusion.
Hello ^.^ I was tagged by @haledamageâ to present one of my OCs. Thanks for prompting me :), otherwise I would probably still put it off XD.
I will tag @ihavethemindofamasterâ, @becksterrâ, @doodlinâ and @risualtoâ, but please, feel no pressure. If you prefer not to do it then thatâs good too.
And if anyone else sees it and considers it fun then please have a go too. The more the merrier ^.^
Many thanks for your tags, @gilgamish, @mareenavee, @changelingsandothernonsense and @kookaburra1701
Rules:
Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Letâs spread the self-love!
Tagging forward: @dirty-bosmer, @thequeenofthewinter, @saltymaplesyrup, @polypolymorph, @archangelsunited and anyone else who has a sudden itch to tackle the self-promotional genre :>
WELP I'm failing on WIP Wednesday because it's that kind of week, but I can do this one. The problem with "recs" is that I'd much rather be recommending other people's stories, so instead of recs, how about "the ones that forced me to the page, for better or for worse?" These are all stories that just grabbed me by the throat, tumbled out, and wouldn't let me sleep for x amount of time.
1 and 11 please for the âSpread the Loveâ asks! â€ïž
Thank you for the asks, Winter!!! 1. "A fanon characterization that you love."
Ok! Let's go! This is impossible to pick because I have too many ridiculously talented writer friends who sell me on pretty much whomsoever they write, you and your Ulfric included (one of those "never did I ever, and yet here we are"). And then, and then... So we will end up with a list longer than my cat is ears to tail (and he is a large critter). So let's go with some abstraction: a fanon approach to a specific character I've seen enough to identify as fanon, and that I loved. Pretty much any canonically villainous or morally questionable character (Ulfric, the Silver-Bloods, Maven, Neloth, Mercer the list goes on) who is written as complex, or minimally complicated. One of my favorite things about fanfic specifically (as a genre or what have you) is when an author does the magic trick of "what you see in canon is the surface, but actually..." and seamlessly adds depth. It's magic.
11. Recommend a fic with an unusual/original headcanon or characterisation that you loved I will forever and ever plug my friend @ktyxdovahkiin's interpretation of Dovahzul, as a play onChina Mieville's Embassytown. It can't be helped, I'm a language nerd. Before the Dovakhiin Came found here. It'll make more sense if you've read Mieville's work, which happens to be one of my favorite books so I am not at all biased.
Thank you for the asks! These were fun ^-^
3, 21, 24!
From this here gremlin repository
3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr 21. part of canon you think is overhyped 24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse PFFFT OK let's goooo
2, 5, or 12 for the fandom ask?
2.Tell us why you love one of your OCs or an obscure canon character (link to any fics/art you have featuring them!)Â You wish me to pick ONE, @archangelsunited? Ok ok, let's play. Let's go with... Let's actually go with a sort of mixture of the two, which is to say an obscure OC LOL (Yes I have so many OCs at this point that I can afford to say some are obscure), and I just might have to pick Anman, Fihada's husband, from Gathering Souls. He was one of the first OCs in that story that just waltzed onto the page and took up residence. He was entirely unplanned. I needed an information broker for Teldryn to interact with in Solitude, and Anman was right there, behind the door of that shop, just...waiting.
I find it easier to show a character in text than to verbiate about them, so here's a little snippet:
"Is this a social visit, then?" Anman's tone was wry, but his expression stayed sharp. "I hear practicality is the root of all friendships," Teldryn parried. "Do you still trade in answers?" The Bosmer's eyes narrowed but he nodded. "I've always thought of myself as trading in better questions, but no matter. " "A coveted commodity these days, I'd imagine. And I assume Fihada's arrows are in equal demand." Teldryn looked around, letting his eyes linger over the overt signs of recently grown wealth. "Trouble with marrying a Redguard in the land of the Nords," Anman sighed, and folded himself into the chair on the opposite side of the small hearth. "The world could be crashing down around your ears, and he's happy as a pig in mud, because 'it could always be worse,' and 'you should've seen Hammerfell before we turned the tide'." A flicker of unease crossed his face. "Not that I'm complaining about trading pewter for silver, but it all melts the same. Wine? Don't worry, it's not poisoned."
5. Recommend three (or more) blogs to follow I will recommend ONE blog to follow because this question feels like some sort of trap. -pokes it with a stick- But you, specifically, might enjoy this one: That's Believable for your regular dose of totally unhinged, abstract humor.
12. Recommend some fanart of an uncommon character, place, or event I am an absolute sucker (SUCKER, I say) for landscape art (do we count that as uncommon for fandom?), so pretty much any of @arnaerr's landscape art makes me stare at my screen in quiet contentment, but especially the Skyrim and Witcher work.