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indie elder scrolls / fantasy blog. semi-selective due to time. multiverse and multiship. blog is still a wip. formally known as cattledie. hosts a dog loving nord named vigor and hosted by an equally ridiculous mun. au, plot, and nsfw friendly.

[eponis]

Asra’s Pumpkin Bread

I have become utterly enamored of @thearcanagame in recent months.  And if you’re interested in beautiful, gender-inclusive, Tarot-themed visual novels, you should be too!  So it was only a matter of time before I combined my new fandom with baking.

A spiced pumpkin bread features prominently in the first chapters of the game; it’s a favorite treat for you and your magical mentor Asra.  Most American pumpkin breads are quick breads, made with baking soda or baking powder for leavening, but those chemical leaveners are a fairly modern invention.  So I decided that my pumpkin bread would be yeasted, and I eventually settled on a spiced pumpkin couronne (the freeform cousin of the babka).  The dough is infused with lapsang souchong, Asra’s favorite beverage, and swirled with a puree of pumpkin spiced with Syrian baharat, a spice mix that includes cardamom and rose petals among more traditional flavors.

The result, by the way, was entirely delicious.  The smoky tea really complements the spices and sweetness with a haunting scent of autumn.  I can see why it would be worth making the Countess wait!

Asra’s Pumpkin Bread (makes 2 loaves)

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[vigorof]

So for this Munday, since this is a new blog and it’s been a long ass time since I have been in the shipyard, I thought I’d do a sort of updates type meme.

✖ I started uni and moved to Bath. I have two group projects right now and I want to cry

✖ Got super into Overwatch. I’m using my McCree tiddy pad as we speak and let me tell you, worth every penny

✖ Couldn’t keep it up with uni work, so DnD became the new hobby. Her name is Gildi Good-Vibes and I love her

✖ Had our dog Dodger put to sleep at age 13. We only lasted five days before adopting Dexter. The vet officially diagnosed him “an idiot.” I love him

✖ Lost a lot of stuff from the old blog by spilling coffee over my previous laptop

✖ I recently started seeing someone and like to bum around his house because he has two cats and they're the best. He is also the best.

✖ Would rate life a solid 7.5/10 rn

[snaremaker-deactivated20170709]

hey, if i ever accidentally break your rules, it was just that: an accident. i read EVERYONE’S rules before i follow them, but i also follow a lot of people! it can get hard to keep everything straight. i never mind a quick message saying “hey, this is a rule of mine and you broke it, ok?” in fact, i’d rather someone point out my mistakes so we can continue writing together!

[rnaria]

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[moondarkwolf]

[vigorof]

It’s been a while since I’ve used Tumblr and I’m still adjusting to all the new bullshit, like how I’m a grown-ass woman who can’t decide what is or isn't age appropriate to view for myself

[vigorof]

🍁 & ⛔

Favorite season?

Autumn, so wherever he goes in Skyrim, it’ll be like being back home in the Rift. He happens to be fond of those colours in general, such as his favourite red coat or ochre blanket. Spring is great, too, but he’d rather be sitting by a fireplace with the Huskies on a chilly autumn day.

Do they believe in revenge?

He doesn’t. Usually, he’s the person to convince others to calm down and try to step away from turning to violent solutions. Not to say that feelings of revenge don’t cross his mind in certain situations, though in reality, he’s never had someone close enough to avenge since his bothers died.

He longs for a close relationship so much, that if something did happen to someone he cared about, he could very well snap in that moment, even though he’d feel deeply awful about it later. However, grief and a focus on caring for that loved one would likely consume him more than the idea of revenge.

[vigorof]

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A story about the past

Maybe it had been the long week, or the mead, or the slow walk to understanding why he did what he did, but Vigor had loosened the tight button around his throat and seemed to speak more freely than usual. “Never use wolf’s bane.”

The memory really stuck with Vigor. It was not a most gentle poison, but one he could give to his mark that would give him plenty of time to get the scent of suspicion off him.

“You don’t even need to eat the flower, you can just leave a bouquet of the flowers in someone’s home, and eventually, someone will brush past it. It just takes a touch.”

It was a symbol of his entire persona. Prim and well-bred to sneak in amongst crowds that his peers couldn’t. Killing someone with a gift.

“Sorry-- you just reminded me of something...” he thought about saying more, before stopping himself, washing down the words with another swig.

[vigorof]

Me: my muse is a perfect angel child that deserves happiness, comfort, and love.

me: I'm going to break both of their legs and make them watch their loved ones die

[vigorof]

currant & moss

What’s something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, etc)?

cw: morbid, maggots

This was a tough one to answer, but bad manners. Leaving a mess behind after a meal, coughing without covering one’s mouth, not holding the door open, etc. He’s calmed down as he’s gotten older, but sometimes after a long day hunting blood-drinking monsters you just need to sit back and judge other people.

He used to be disgusted by the idea of decay and maggots, and the thought of people who knew who are now buried. Over time, he has found himself fascinated, seeing maggots in carrion regularly on his travels.

Sometimes he’ll stare at the carcass in the hopes that he’ll get used to the idea, but it does little to help.

How easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they’re thrust into?

In a practical sense, he adapts well. He’s been a wanderer and survivalist for many years that it’s a strong part of what makes Vigor who he is. If he’s calm enough to come up with a plan, he’s sorted.

Emotionally? Poorly. The guy is just pure anxiety, and when it comes to adapting to social situations or things he doesn’t know, he’ll freeze up. If a pretty lady flirts with him I can’t guarantee he won’t run away

[sufferedsuggestion]

send a symbol.

because i felt like making one of these, fuck you.

LEARN SOMETHING ⛈ - what is the muse like at their worst? 📖 - deadly sin that applies to them the most? 🍁 - favorite season? 🏹 - have they ever committed a murder? 💝 - have they ever been in love, and with who? ⚠️ - the worst deed they’ve done/crime they’ve committed? ⛔ - do they believe in revenge? 💫 - do they believe in fate/propecy/destiny? 🥀 - have they ever felt heartbreak? 🌵 - do they consider themselves dangerous? 🍀 - do they believe in luck? 🌙 - do they believe in magic? ☄️ - what is their biggest regret? 🍷  - do they drink? 🍹 - alcohol tolerance? 🍳  - do they know how to cook? ☀  - night or day?

DO SOMETHING 🙈 - muse is blind for [#] asks. 🙉 - muse can’t hear for [#] asks. 🙊 - muse can’t speak for [#] asks. 💥 - muse feels agonizing pain when they raise their voice for [#] asks. 🐔 - muse is uncontrollably afraid/paranoid for [#] asks. ⚡ - muse has unstable emotions for [#] asks. 🍺 - muse acts like they are when they’re drunk for [#] asks. 🍬 - muse is hyper as fuck for [#] asks. 🎭 - muse can only speak in cryptic phrases for [#] asks. 🎬 - any noise becomes deafening to the muse for [#] asks. 🌋 - the muse is unable to control their anger for [#] asks. 🔦  - muse becomes light-sensitive for [#] asks. 👁‍🗨 - muse feels like they’re being watched for [#] asks. gets worse as it continues. 🚫 - the muse hallucinates their worst fear for [#] asks. gets worse as it continues. ♾️ - the muse is in constant pain for [#] asks. gets worse at it goes along. (bonus if the pain is an old wound/scar.) ⛅ - the muse hides their emotions for [#] asks. emotions come spilling through when m!a ends. ✨ - muse is in a state of hypnosis for [#] asks. go wild.

OTHER ♠️ - the muse’s ‘worse side’ shows for [#] asks. ♥️ - the muse’s ‘better side’ shows for [#] asks. ♦️ - the muse becomes emotionless for [#] asks. ♣️ - the muse feels temporarily free from doubt for [#] asks. ♈ - the muse has an ego boost for [#] asks. ♉ - the muse is unreasonably stubborn/bitter/petty for [#] asks. ♊ - the muse is split into two versions of themself for [#] asks. (emotion/logic, happy/sad, etc.) ♋ - muse becomes overwhelmingly pessimistic for [#] asks. ♌  - muse becomes incredibly fucking arrogant for [#] asks. ♍ - muse is shy as hell for [#] asks. ♎ - muse is obsessed with keeping things ‘stable’ or ‘balanced’ for [#] asks. ♏ - muse is unbearably rude/cruel/violent for [#] asks. ♐ - muse is more ‘pleasant’ than usual for [#] asks. ♑ - muse loses all self-control for [#] asks. ♒ - muse acts incredibly aloof for [#] asks. ♓ - muse is overwhelmed by sadness for [#] asks. ⛎ - wildcard. mun’s zodiac applies to the muse. (ex: i’m a cancer, so if i was sent ophiuchus, muse would get the effects of cancer.)

[poorlydrawnpeople]

*sees a dog* god i hope he thinks im cool

[stevebuckybromance]

But guys, think about super close platonic relationships

Platonic reassuring shoulder/arm/hand grabbing

Platonic tight, meaningful hugs

Platonic late-night deep conversations that end in at least one person holding back tears or sobbing

Platonic sleeping in the same bed

Platonic forehead touches

Platonic staring into each other’s eyes like the other person is the world

Platonic CUDDLES

SUPER CLOSE PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS

[roleplaymemesforyou]

Send a flower to hear…

🌷… a compliment.

🥀…. a complaint.

🌹… a confession.

🌺… a secret.

🌸… a curious fact.

🌻… a suggestion.

🌼… a story about the past.

[vigorof]

Look, I’m not here to hate on the Stormcloaks, but nothing will ever convince me that it’s not Ulfric singing Be Prepared

[kylebonallo]

by Kyle Bonallo (Instagram)

[firsnotfurs]

@vigorof liked for a starter !!

The damnable far north seemed more of a hassle each & every time he ventured from that certain comfort && familiarity of the Ragged Flagon.  In fact he seemed to be straying from Riften itself less & less over the past few years.  It was good for him to get out he supposed - Not that he’d bitch any less about it when he got back.   

Playing messenger boy wasn’t generally his part of his job description.  No, more often than not it was he himself who penned a majority of letters & correspondence.  But when apologies were in order… Risks couldn’t be taken with a common carrier && written word needed to be read aloud. 

The whistle of the wind billowing into the cave shaft distracted Delvin from his planned schedule, leaving him to groan a bit at the poor luck of it.  Had to be twenty miles off over the mountains by morn & yet there was no chance he’d ever make it with the snow piling up as it was.   Brushing the damp flakes from his dark cloak he made his way further into the depths, rummaging through his pack for a spot of water.  Finding the leather canteen solid to the touch he shook his head.

“Figures.” He spat, tossing the thing back into his bag.  Not that water was what he was craving to begin with.  The thief could go for a bit of warmth in his gut about now. 

Taking a corner he paused, smoke suddenly sharp against his senses.  Narrowing his eyes, he spotted the flicker of distant flame.  Seemed he wasn’t alone.  Spotting the figure of a lone male - Delvin kept a careful distance.  Watching for a time before his craggy voice came from the shadows.  

“Hey stranger… Got anything to drink down there?”

[vigorof]

Any Nord who claimed to be completely immune to the cold wastelands of Skyrim was just proud, at least that’s what Vigor told himself. He’d wandered the North enough to not be so vain, happy to instead curl up in a thick woolen, knit blanket, sipping mead by a fire till he was ready to venture deeper into the cave.

With the cold winds off in the distance, it was just the sound of firewood cracking echoing around him- which made the sudden voice all the more striking.

Vigor gathered himself as quickly as he could, trying not to trip on his blanket as he stood up. Of all the places to be, in the middle of the frozen North, why would he stumble upon a stranger here? Still, he saw no immediate reason to be concerned. They appeared genuine, as far as he could tell.

“Y-you really-- where are you headed?” A husky voice stammered. Vigor worried about telling the wrong people his business, even if it might be obvious from the Dawnguard armor poking through his coat or the ax at his side.

He gathered himself enough to answer his question. Getting up and passing him a bottle tentatively. “It’s just not safe here.”