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tricky words I always see misspelled in fics: a guide
Viscous/vicious – Viscous is generally used to describe the consistency of blood or other thick liquids. Vicious is used to describe something or someone who is violent. 
Piqued/Peaked/Peeked – To pique someone’s interest is to catch or tease their attention. When something peaks, it reaches its total height or intensity. To peek (at) something is to look briefly, or glance. 
Discrete/Discreet – this is a tough one. Discrete means to be separate, or distinct, i.e., two discrete theories. Conversely, when someone is discreet, they are being secretive or cautious to avoid attention. 
Segue/Segway – one is a transition between things, the other is a thing you can ride at the park and definitely fall off of.
Conscious/Conscience/Conscientious – to be conscious is to be awake, i.e., not unconscious, or to be aware of something. Your conscience is the little voice in your head telling you not to eat the entire pint of ice cream. Finally, to be conscientious is to be good, to do things thoroughly, to be ruled by an inner moral code. 
Hope this helped! Please add more if you think of them!
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doom-dreaming · 16 hours
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The count of Skingrad in oblivion has apparently been a vampire for 50 years and supposedly nobody in his city has picked up on it yet. I don’t believe that. He’s perfectly healthy and doesn’t have the appearance of a blood starved vampire so obviously he’s spending his nights biting necks. You do that almost every night for 50 years in the same city someone is gonna catch on eventually. Someone is gonna open their eyes at the wrong time when you’ve got your back turned.
My theory is that everyone in town knows but nobody in town says anything because he’s actually doing a decent job and in a world where the count and countess of Leyawiin are torturing beast folk to death for fun I think the people of skingrad are willing to give a cup of blood once in a while if that means they get to live in a semi-functioning city.
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doom-dreaming · 18 hours
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Four Letter Word - Linda 058 (wip)
Hey remember that thing about halo characters and Love? Here's a look at Linda's chapter
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There's a comfortableness in being in her team's orbit. The surety of something more than just back-up. The not-quite-family patch-worked together with scars and sutures. A state of being in perfect harmony with one another. Body and mind trained to be complimentary instruments in an orchestra. Breathe in, shot, breathe out. The familiar focus of overwatch and the pleased warmth of a job well done. Do your part well and everyone comes home.
Teams are well-maintained weapons. Weapons are all there are between you and annihilation. Tools to be used, to complete missions, to perform actions. There will be a box for her at the end of this game, if she makes it that long. Words made things complicated. but Linda knew her truth. They call her zen, but she is clearheaded and bright eyed. She knows her reality and with Nornfang she creates a reality where her team-family-siblings-numbers come home-back-to-base-beside her.
Words or actions, she knows which one she's relying on. Words are used to describe her, talk over her, try to make her fit into a box that chafes and smothers, but actions are her own. Actions are shots taken, signs given, and a bell rung for the last time.
To fall under her scope is to be loved, in some way. And then to be changed. Linda 058 is the lone wolf, the sniper without a spotter. She is a guardian angel and a whisper on the wind.
Words are promises and the universe doesn't always let you keep them. John tries so hard to keep them and he often succeeds, but Linda doesn't feel the warmth-affection-fear-pride-worry for him for that. She cares her brother and her team for many reasons, some complicated and some not at all. The words don't matter. Actions do. Her team matters because they're real and breathing and standing alongside her, they have her back and count on her to have theirs.
They're alive and real and not a fading memory of a burning Reach or a woman with red hair and her nose making promises the universe didn't allow.
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doom-dreaming · 1 day
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no matter how terrible my day is. i can always end my day in bed imagining fictional characters making out sloppy style and fucking raw. and that's beautiful. there's some good in this world mister frodo and it's worth fighting for
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they should have kept levitation in oblivion. todd howard? more like todd coward.
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I hate work I should be at the (remembers I don't want to go to the club) the imagination
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“it’s up to you” no thanks, i’m indecisive
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All the corrupted namecards from Game Changer episode Deja Vu
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What a terrible world we live in where you can google wild plants or bugs because you're interested in them and the first results are all "how do I kill this"
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doom-dreaming · 2 days
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The best notes written in manuscripts by medieval monks
Colophon: a statement at the end of a book containing the scribe or owner’s name, date of completion, or bitching about how hard it is to write a book in the dark ages
Oh, my hand
The parchment is very hairy
Thank God it will soon be dark
St. Patrick of Armagh, deliver me from writing
Now I’ve written the whole thing; for Christ’s sake give me a drink
Oh d fuckin abbot
Massive hangover
Whoever translated these Gospels did a very poor job
Cursed be the pesty cat that urinated over this book during the night
If someone else would like such a handsome book, come and look me up in Paris, across from the Notre Dame cathedral
I shall remember, O Christ, that I am writing of Thee, because I am wrecked today
Do not reproach me concerning the letters, the ink is bad and the parchment scanty and the day is dark
11 golden letters, 8 shilling each; 700 letters with double shafts, 7 shilling for each hundred; and 35 quires of text, each 16 leaves, at 3 shilling each. For such an amount I won’t write again
Here ends the second part of the title work of Brother Thomas Aquinas of the Dominican Order; very long, very verbose; and very tedious for the scribe; thank God, thank God, and again thank God
If anyone take away this book, let him die the death, let him be fried in a pan; let the falling sickness and fever seize him; let him be broken on the wheel, and hanged. Amen
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doom-dreaming · 2 days
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when i say "survival of the fittest" i don't mean it in a "those without resources deserve to die" way, i mean it in a "when those who have magnitudes more resources than the rest of us choose to do something supremely stupid just because they can, maybe the consequences should be theirs to bear" kind of way
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doom-dreaming · 3 days
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i allowed myself one (1) joke in the form of "freezer burn" but all the others are Cool(tm) and high fantasy
torn between naming my potions something cool vs. something like "fork in microwave"
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doom-dreaming · 3 days
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torn between naming my potions something cool vs. something like "fork in microwave"
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doom-dreaming · 3 days
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Idk how much tiktok hates trans stuff but. fuck it we ball
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could a depressed person make THIS?!
*shows you my filterable oblivion alchemy recipe spreadsheet*
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Northern Flicker
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