#azure-oblivion

[tea--stained]

Meet me in the past. In the midst of this grand colourful tapestry of us. On this landscape woven of all that was good before the threads unravelled beneath us.

— AzureOblivion

#azure-oblivion #poetry #napowrimo #spilled ink #azureoblivion #midnight thoughts #poets on tumblr #writing

[stainsonpapiermache]

Just thinking about a poem I once wrote, about one of the many women I could have been.

But I like this version best.

- AzureOblivion

#midnight thoughts #azure-oblivion #spilled ink

[amazingdeadfish]

Woah what's this? Shadowpuppet Good Omens crumbs?

#lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid fanart #monkie kid #monkie kid fanart #lmk #lmk fanart #lmk mayor #monkie kid mayor #lmk macaque #monkie kid macaque #Shadowpuppet #shadowpuppetgoodomensau #this is all you guys are gonna get for the next few months as always lmao #silly Mayor trying to convert Macaque into becoming a celestial again #silly Mayor still thinking the world can be 'perfect' #by the way since LBD is Gabriel and Azure Lion is Beelzebub those two ran away to oblivion together lmao #is it platonic or romantic I have no idea for those two in this AU #anyways how silly of Mayor to not realise that as a sign that yes indeed Mayor and Macaque should run off together too #Macaque is so sad #has everything he wants but not what he needs #which is Mayor #he needs Mayor and cannot have them

[azures-grace]

I got bored today I also tried to render, but we don't talk about that..

#martin septim #elder scrolls #tes oblivion #tes art #tesblr #the elder scrolls #elder scrolls iv #oblivion #Azure arted #he has wrinkles #i think the lighting killed them ;-; #i will do my best to give them back tomorrow

[westernreach]

Something I don’t see mentioned very often (or indeed see that it’s gotten wrong and misunderstood) is that the Vestige does not have their own body.

From UESP, “Molag Bal's lust for the enslavement of mortal souls is such that at the moment of their death, he employs various methods to divert a mortal's soul from its journey to the afterlife to imprisonment and slavery in Coldharbour, his realm of Oblivion. Once the soul arrives in Coldharbour, it is exchanged for an essence commonly known as the vestige. The vestige attracts to itself a shapeless but energetic material called Chaotic Creatia. In Coldharbour, this creatia takes the form of a substance known as the Azure Plasm - ubiquitous pools of blue slime. The Azure Plasm coalesces around a vestige and forms a corporeal body with the semblance of the shape it wore in life. The process is similar to how lesser Daedra reform on their respective planes of Oblivion, after they're banished or slain.”

Before they get their own soul back they are, effectively, a Daedra. They have a Daedric “soul” and a Daedric body. This is why most of the Soul Shriven we see are half decayed, they’ve lost their souls so the Creatia doesn’t know how to hold their body’s together right - The Vestige being the exception to the rule.

Like, don’t get me wrong fanfic where the Vestige has their body are still good, I still love them, but where is the angst of not having their soul or their body? Where’s the existential dread of whether or not they are they still themselves?

Is it possible that the Vestige has to fight their own body, reanimated by the Work Cult?

How does everyone else react to the Vestige not being Mortal in the most basic senses, body and soul?

Idk. I just think it’s interesting and would love to see more people explore That Can Of Worms (TM)

#Musings #ramblings #the elder scrolls #eso #elder scrolls #elder scrolls online #the vestige #eso vestige #vestige

[ourserendipity]

samsara of shattered dreams: past

(aventurine x gn!reader x dr. ratio) just some heads up, this happened before the whole penacony arc in the story. No Beta read 😎😎 (That's all I think lol. Anyways I'll be leaving for a while cuz I'll be busy and shiz 🥲🥲. hope y'all enjoyy✿) Part 1/3

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Memories. Like glass, they glisten the beauty reflected by the light giving its vivid colors, and yet they are oh so frail; like the fleeting flow of life, sudden yet steady at the same time.

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Looking back, you wouldn't have thought that you would see yourself in this situation; not that you already foresaw your fate in the first place. Still, there's the feeling of regret lingering at the back of your mind; one that is not directed towards you but rather to the things that you've done. If only, if only you had the power to change the course of fate maybe this wouldn't have been necessary, if only one could stop the other's heart breaking perhaps goodbyes weren't needed to be said. But alas, destiny has its own ways and so now you are trapped, here in a samsara of endless possibilities, all from the past up to the future; all that is only but a dream yet to spur along with the branches of life.

You dance, you circle around the twinkling stars swimming along azure waters that reflect the night sky, following the roots of time ever so slowly growing, a future waiting to be born, its memories captured in the garden of recollection. Spin after spin, countless lightcones spawn in the vicinity of your eyes; an attempt to draw you unto them, delving into the memories of both the future and past once more. They all glimmer in your eyes, symbolizing its high importance to those who gaze at it, but truth be told, you didn't want to look at them anymore, not when you know you'll only hurt yourself in the process. Even then, you caress them over your palms ever so gently, cherishing the moments silently; actions do speak louder than words after all.

And now you wonder, will everything be alright? Now that the stars have finally collided, and so shall your encounter with death had arrived.

"Y/n... Y/N..."

"Aventurine-"

"They're... they're gone. They really are not here anymore, huh?" He whispers, tightly holding your cold, desolate body.

Despair was imminent in the thick air that engulfs the room as he desperately tries to hold back himself from tearing on the spot. He'd hate for the two of you to see him cry and be vulnerable; after all, didn't he tell you that he doesn't bet on the losing end?

And yet here he is: lo and behold, the winner of it all, stripping him of his own tears, his own freedom to be frail and weak, all just to keep himself at bay, and yet failing so miserably.

"......."

Only silence was heard across the room, rather, it was the only answer the genius could give him. Though not fitting his character, he believes that even he could not give the response the man wanted; needed even.

"There's no time left to mourn what's already gone, we should make haste." It was the only thing he could reply. He knew he had to give him an answer somehow, else the man's insanity would escalate even further.

".....leave.."

"what?"

"leave me alone, I... I'll follow you after a while, just please let me be," he pleads achingly, as if he is almost breaking into the point of oblivion.

Utter brokenness was the only thing he heard upon Aventurine's response. And that alone already tells him that

You wished it wouldn't have been sooner, that you could stay just a little bit longer. And so you fought, no, you ran, you ran along with them in the dark in hopes of outrunning time but to no avail. In the end, you still had to go, regret trailing alongside your eyes brimming with tears.

"Hey no fair! that's my share Aventurine!"

"Not when you say please~"

"Such prudence... Will you two stop the act already?"

"Ooh so scary, Mr. Alabaster head~" you tease, obviously trying to mock him and his antics.

"Indeed. I wonder, where is that handsome bust of yours? You don't seem to wear it as much anymore~" Aventurine coos, whilst holding the bag of candies on his right hand, with you struggling on the other hand, trying to reach the said bag from him.

He scoffs upon hearing the blonde's remarks, though what he was saying is true. If he were to be honest, he doesn't see the two of you as an idiot, but he wouldn't openly admit it to both of you, not with his pride and ego of course. Sighing, he knocks the blonde's head lightly, making the guy dramatically wince in pain.

"ow, that hurts y'know?" he cries all the while you were there, stifling a laughter trying not to laugh at his obvious acting.

It was just a simple day for the three of you in the IPC and yet at that moment, everything felt light; it felt as if the three of you were simply living in your own world, rightfully so. It felt so comforting, like a dream you wish that will never end. But then...

All those years of endless banter, the fondness of even the simplest of times; both good and bad, and them, the two of which you truly had loved with all of your heart, the stars you thought you would never reach; but you did, ever so effortlessly. To think that fate had allowed for the three of you to meet is a miracle from the aeons themselves. And despite their clashing personalities, the pointless arguments they dare not speak of, the past one does not wish to return to, you made it work somehow, like fixing the broken pieces of a broken glass only to be shattered again, all because of that stupid, cruel thing called fate. But somehow, you found yourself here in the samsara, reborn from the memories that you hold, now with a new purpose; to collect and to preserve new memories once more, in hopes of retaining what's for the future to hold on to when the time comes. And now that you have regained life in a different form, perhaps you could go back to the real world, to raise a bud anew, in that beautifully miserable place. And perhaps you could meet them again, not letting go of any opportunity given to you, to build a new bridge, to finally reconnect the three of you once more, all for a better future.

"May the cosmos guide you to the path of the unknown, my beloved stars. "

to be continued......

xx/xx/xxxx

xx:xx

From: ■■■■■■■

To: ■■■■■■■■■■, ■■■■■■■■■■

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To Aventurine

"To my dearest gambler, blessed upon the gaze of Gaiathra. I simply bestow to you my full adoration and longing. The unknown may hold us captive in our own, but we shall be the winners who'll decide the results; and it seems like it in your side, to which I could only pray for its continuous flow. I am truly humbled by your guts and wits, my dear. But despite it all, I could feel the lingering despair each time you gamble your life away. So to you I offer this humble gift; a gift of life and new comings. Never forget, you are Kakavasha, born from the bright yellow star, blessed by abundant luck and fortune. May you walk upon this newly lit path of destiny, along with him and what's left of us. "

To Ratio

"To my favorite scholar, truly a genius amongst geniuses. I could only stare in awe upon all of the achievements you have gotten. I may not be as potent as your vast amounts of knowledge nor do I reach the same standards as you do, but please be reminded that there are things that even the smartest revolutionists simply could not have a grasp of. And even if it seems that one's passing is but a swift gust of wind in your eyes, I could tell: the moment my drifting eyes meet yours, those eyes of yours are telling otherwise. So please, be a little bit nicer to them next time. You may never know; that in the future, he will be in your saving grace, hoping that you'll spare him the sympathy that he truly needs. "

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#hsr aventurine #aventurine honkai star rail #aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #hsr #hsr x reader #honkai star rail #hsr dr ratio #dr ratio x reader #aventurine x reader x dr. ratio #dr ratio x reader x aventurine

[azurlily]

Begging for makima x fem reader smut fluff don’t care just need Makima

I love Makima...yeah she's a bad person, but I supports women's rights and wrongs!! This is my first writing prompt, I'm Wora and if you like the way I write please give me feedback!! Sorry it's so short!

Thanks to Azur for being my grammar police!

Makima x fem!reader

Smutty Fluff

Oh, you're perfection. You're amazing. You're the reason she wakes up in the morning. You make Makima feel like the most loved woman in the world, and with enough persuasion, she could be. That used to be something that sparked her interest, that and the Chainsaw Man.

You don't have to worry about him anymore. Who even is this man? Person? Thing? She doesn't know, which means you don't either.

Makima thinks about you day and night. The idea of you simply being there makes her even happier. Your mere existence keeps her from doing less than savory acts to the general public.

A better way to describe it is that you are the reason there aren't as many devils as there could be. If she lost you, well, all hell would break loose. So be careful, okay?

Makima knows you love her too and knows kindness spreads through your body. Even if you weren't as she imagined, a soft weak lamb, she would still see you in that light.

See you as something all-encompassing and all-loving. You love her, so you obviously have some sort of a heart.

The woman sings your praise, and she wants to hear you sing too. Makima wants to reward you, give you a reason to love her as much as she loves you.

She'll play any role, be anyone: a monster, a human, a friend, a fiend. From the fake soft smiles when others are around to the true and convoluted grin as you cry out in pleasure, all alone in her bed.

"You can take more—it wasn't a request."

Oh, but she's just so mean to you! Yes, seeing you cry and whine, begging for something you don't understand. Begging from someone you can't comprehend.

It's all too perfect; you're too perfect! Giving her a reason to love you and your body, brain, and soul. Makima loves all of you, and she enjoys frequently reminding you just how much love she has for you.

She's been planning this reward for weeks, and finally, she'll get to taste the fruits of her hard work...and you'll get fucked into bliss!

Warm hands wrap around your thighs. Makima has a particular love for your lower body, whether you have thick or thin thighs; she loves them all the same. She loves you, and it would take a lot to ever change that.

Makima has you bear your hands tied neatly behind your back and you on your back. Your head rests on a small stack of pillows, just high enough to elevate your head properly.

She wants you to watch her torture you into oblivion, she wants you to remember who you belong to.

Your whines and whimpers can be heard all throughout the room. You feel her nails gently run up and down your body; it feels so nice.

You'd think, with the look on her face and how gentle she's being, that she intends to take it slow.

You both know that's a lie.

I am an absolute heathen for this woman, I mean who isn't...she's hot as fuck.

#wlw #lesbian #women are hot #fuck grammar #chainsaw man #chainsaw man fandom #makima x reader #makima smut #makima fluff #kinda obsessed #totally obsessed

[igorlevchenko-blog]

Clavicus Vile and Barbas

...One finds the Fields of Regret a dreamlike expanse of azure lakelets and verdant knolls festooned with hamlets of bucolic charm. The place would surely make one yearn for restful rustication, if not for underlying apprehension that naturally comes with being at the mercy of Daedric Lords. The Netherworld, you know, contains no place where one'd be safe from being brutalized by Daedra—for demons prowl domains of Good Princes just as much as that of Evil ones. Yet here, Daedra conduct themselves in a strictly civil fashion, compelled thus by decree of their Lord—Clavicus Vile. I have an anecdote attesting to ubiquity of this custom, for once on the road to town of Caprice I met a savage Herne who bespoke me in a somewhat sheepish fashion—asking whether I'd be gracious enough to "permit it to murder me". Upon hearing my refusal the creature, though visibly disappointed, was otherwise content to leave me be. One however would be advised not to mistake this propriety for genuine goodwill. I myself have learned this through ordeal after my endeavor to take a swim (in a lake behind Caprice) solicited no word of caution from gawkers present, whereupon I was attacked by a pair of carnivorous plesiosauri. Later I learned that in Oblivion, bodies of water are often of abyssal depth and house many such creatures...

#morrowind #elder scrols online #the elder scrolls #oblivion #skyrim #tesblr #daedric lords #daedra #daedric prince #clavicus vile #barbas #tamriel #tes #artists on tumblr #artwork #art #baroque #renaissance fantasy #dark fantasy #morrowind lore #elder scrolls #morrowind art #morrowind fanart #eso #fields of regret #crpg #kritaart #morrowind mods #made with krita #krita

[sugar-plum-writer]

"Jujutsu Lover~ OTOME GAME"

System: 002 [Part - 01]

Loading 99%----> 100%!

Loading Route! Character?

System Administrator!Gojo Satoru

Love interest for Player- 3%

[Be aware not to cross above 100% for your safety~] Best of Luck!

[Player Death Rate- 80%]

Difficulty- SSR**

[Failing to clear will result in immediate death!]

Warnings/Tags?

[Slight!Violence; A System Administrator!Gojo Satoru x Fem!Otome Game Player Reader; Isekai]

Route Name?

[Do you love me Mr. Gojo?]

Good Luck player Y/n

The situation you were in now was unexpected, sure you might have hallucinated about it but hallucinations do not come to life correct? correct. If so was the case why are you stuck in this situation?

"Yo~ Y/n welcome to the afterlife!!!" pulling you by the wrist the man smirked smugly

"Congratulations on living the dream everyone has wanted to live, applause please!!!!" he clapped his hands loudly, setting off a party popper wearing a birthday hat

The man was a giant, 190 cm tall, with broad shoulders, white hair, and his eyes a blue embodying the entire sky- Looking into them felt like a freefall through an endless vast expanse of never ending Azure.

"W…Wait what!? I am dead…like dead dead? or a demon is trying to take possession of me?" confused you looked at him a bit freaked out at the situation

"Ah… possession well that's a first I have heard as a system administrator, oh well it's interesting" Smirking he offered you a party hat too

You looked at the party hat, then looked at him doubting and wondering if he was serious, as silence filled the heaven-like white room, with no beginning or end a span of endless white

"......."

"Ah you are no fun~" With a pout he threw the party hat away

"Believe it or not you are dead its not a dream, this is 100% real, you died in a car crash, a drunk driver slammed into you"

"So…I am dead?" you felt a pang in your chest, sweat dripped down your neck as the heart pumped itself to oblivion

"Yes, you are dead" The playful demeanor was gone as he looked at you, the gold threads embroidered into the royal blue and white suit glistened- something straight out of a French couture. The print was abstract-outwardly but fit him perfectly as if it was made for him.

"I…Is there no way to go back?"

"Hmmm…Well, you are going to be a player to test out the new world" sneering he leaned in, "If you win and survive, you can go back to your world"

"Really!? What do I need to do?"

"Well first of all~ you will need to make one of the characters fall in love with you, clear the route, and get a happily ever after, it's like a dating sim!" with a snap of his fingers a hologram appeared in front of you of a game like system

The Hologram had all kinds of stats missions, routes, shop, etc as you clicked around seeing different options

"And winning is assured because- I yours truly Mr. Gojo Satoru will accompany you through this! see!" he pointed at a small chibi icon of him in the corner of the hologram smirking.

"I see…but how are you so sure about winning? It's not like you are a god" you looked at him and chuckled finding it funny.

Without batting an eyes he gazed at you, looking into the depts of your soul every nook and cranny, and stated the obvious calmly as if it was obvious beyond doubt. For a moment he looked like a man above all, as if the world was nothing- not even worthy enough to be under his feet for it could never bear his divinity

"Darling", He chuckled , "Why would I need to be a God when my existence is higher than any position a God could want? As, throughout heavens and Earth, I alone am the honored one"

[System message!]

"Player Y/n do you wish to change route to other characters of jjk?"

Yes/ No

Link to my Masterlist

[If you wanna be tagged for other parts ect! comment below I will tag you~ and heart the post to let me know if you want more~]

@hinakazino it's out! Sorry for the late tag love ❤

@nissatamz it's out!!!

#fanfic #jjk #jjk imagines #jjk x reader #jjk drabbles #jujutsu kaisen anime #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo smut #satoru gojo #gojo saturo #jjk satoru #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jujitsu kaisen #jujutsu sorcerer #jjk anime #jjk x you #jjk smut

[tea--stained]

Feed me memories

and old train tickets,

the birthday cards

they never sent me

and the quiet dust

that drifted in our wake.

I've learned it's easier

to drown in the past

than choke on the present.

— AzureOblivion

#azure-oblivion #poetry #spilled ink #azureoblivion #midnight thoughts #poets on tumblr #writing

[stainsonpapiermache]

Dear June, you have been a dream.

#june #summer #azure-oblivion

[blackleatherjacketz]

And kissed me 'til the mornin' light

Jake Lockley x Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only!, Explicit Smut, Public Sex, Sex With Your Ex, Doggy Style, Winter, Snow, Car Sex, Choking

The bitter chill of December holds him in place, forcing his hands into the pockets of his jacket as the pale moonlight shines through his inky black curls, casting an azure shadow onto his face. He leans his back against his faded yellow taxi, one leg casually crossed over the other as he holds back a grin while you cautiously approach the vehicle.

“That’s funny, I don’t remember calling a cab.” You click the locking mechanism on your keychain before walking toward him to get a better look.

“Thought you might want a ride.” He winks as you get closer, pulling his hands out of his pockets and shifting the weight in his hips to stand at full attention.

Only one of the three would drive halfway across town in the middle of the night for you, showing up at your place unannounced with those eyes, heavy with want. You can feel them on you now, you always could; burning into you like the blackest of nights as they pull you in just close enough for him to touch you, then it’s all over. He never really had to say anything to reel you in, to ask you to share your body with him before that magnetic pull between you two finally became too much to bear. The both of you knew he wouldn’t have to do any of that tonight either, even after everything that’s happened.

Within the blink of an eye he has you bent over the hood of his car, the frigid winter air shocking your skin as he pushes his heat inside of you inch by chaotic fucking inch. You let yourself forget that Marc hasn’t called you in over a month, that you saw Steven’s typing bubble hover next to his name this week only to disappear into oblivion. You forget all the terrible things your anxiety filled the silence with as Jake wraps his gloved hand around your throat, chasing that feeling of pure ecstasy inside of you as he hits that magical spot.

You rock into him, pushing your hips backward against his pelvis as his other hand finds its way between your legs, pressing firmly onto your bud. You can see your breath as he draws the pleasure right out of you, a half circle of moisture on the aged paint of the taxi cab, smeared only by your cheek as he drills you even faster.

“I miss you so fucking much,” he whispers into the air, his brief moment of vulnerability covered up a string of Spanish expletives.

Instead of giving him the satisfaction of a reply, you close your eyes and let him please you. You can’t help but cry out as he keeps hitting that intricate bundle of nerves, your moans echoing loudly across the snow filled parking lot, drifting into the air in a visible white cloud as you both shake and shiver against the chilling metal frame of the car. He nearly collapses on top of you once he’s satisfied, slowly loosening his grip on your neck as he steadies his pace, thrusting hard and deep every other time just to get another good yelp out of the base of your lungs.

“Aye, mi amor,” he kisses his words into your cheek, adding to the diameter of your breath mark on the hood as he exhales, watching the dawn begin to break. “We miss you so fucking much.”

#jake lockley smut #jake lockley #moon knight #jake lockley x reader #moon knight x reader #Oscar Isaac #marvel #Marc Spector #Steven grant #moon knight imagine

[azures-grace]

Oblivion WIP update

Mankar Camoren and Martin Septim have been started.

#tes iv oblivion #elder scrolls #tes oblivion #oblivion #mankar camoren #martin septim #Azure arted #wip #green isn't normally my sketching color... buuut this drawing has a ton of layers and it'd be hard to keep track of em all without colors

[cicerosfavouritelistener]

You!

*points*

I unfortunately don't know all your OCS so GO WILD. Your favorite one, I guess!

(this is for the wholesome OC ask thing)

4, 7, 20, please

SAME AS THE LAST ONE! Order's gonna be Slips, Ja'ava, Cheese Man, Rorin, Lorzios and then Lixkasalor!

Warnin for BG3 spoilers!

4. What is the thing they like the most about their friends and what is the thing their friends like the most about them? Slips: What they like most about Cicero and Ja'ava is that while the two of them can take care of themselves, because they're so short if they rush ahead and there's like, Bandits, and then Slips walks up behind them towerin over typically the bandits'll run off. Cue the three of them having a fun time trying to beat each other in who can kill the most bandits. What their friends most like about Slips is probably their ability to be honest with them and also the way they care. Slips doesn't care about a lot of people, so the few they do are incredibly loved.

Ja'ava's favourite thing is how Slips is fully open to any crazy idea Ja'ava had mid battle. Pick Ja'ava up and fling her as high into the sky against a Dragon? Hell yeah. Let Ja'ava run up their back to scramble onto a ledge? Lets go. Slips likes having someone who has known them for so long that they don't have to explain anything about why they're doin whatever they're doing.

Cheese Man likes that they let him stay somewhere where he'd be safe rather than in the freezing Skyrim where most people aren't too fond of him (he's not fond of them either.) They can bully him for being a dickhead.

Rorin's best friend is an Orc called Zuzu (@plutoprophecy's OC). He appreciates her not despising him despite him being everything she stands against (He is Tamriel's biggest and Bestest liar) and yet she and he become besties. She is the one person He trusts with *most* things. There are a few things a man must keep to himself. He does like all of his other friends who make him feel comfortable, but Zuzu is definitely the main one. Idk how his friends feel about them. Lorzios' best friends are Shadowheart and an Ascended Astarion, and her girlfriend is Minthara. Lorzios likes that her friends are strong. Her friends like that she is strong. They're all just a pack of fucked up people. Then there's Gale who Wishes They Weren't Horrid People.

Lixkasalor has no friends. They have puppets they prefer and puppets they don't. Astarion was their favourite puppet, poor guy, went from Cazador to them who ended up taking over the world with the Elder Brain. Shadowheart, Wyll, Astarion, Karlach, Jaheira and Lae'zel would all hate them if they weren't under their Mind Control. Scratch and the Owlbear Cub however are fine and fully loved.

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7. What is their favourite movie, or a movie they would really enjoy?

If Slips had a favourite movie it'd either be Donnie Darko or Eraserhead. Leaning towards the second because they would point at weirdly shaped rocks and in a weird voice say "That's the Eraserhead baby".

Ja'ava's favourite movie is the Indiana Jones ser- HA! YOU THOUGHT? No Ja'ava lives to watch documentaries on how various machines and stuff are made.

Cheese Man watches The Kings Speech. No one should ever let him choose which movie to watch.

Rorin either watches Wog Boy or Die Hard. They also like just about any romcom.

Lorzios loves anything that's got a lot of Gore and Blood.

Lixkasalor would watch movies that are made about themselves. The ones that paint them in a good light and ones that depict them entirely as the villain, they enjoy all of it.

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20. What is their hidden talent? Is that a skill they’ve been practising since childhood or just something they happen to know and never had the chance to show? Besides, was it something forced upon them, taught by someone close, or they picked it up themselves?

Slips and Ja'ava's is kind of a two-in-one, ever since they were kids they practiced mimicking each others voices and they're REAL good at it.

Cheese Man can lick his elbow. He practised a lot as a child because he wanted to prove he was better than the others.

Rorin's doesn't have one. He's just a Bosmer who lies a lot.

Lorzios' hidden ability is being the Cutest Slayer you've ever laid eyes on. She is SOOOOO cute you don't want to try stop her, in fact you want to spread your arms out so she can play with your intestines as much as she wants!

Lixkasalor doesn't really have 'hidden talents', They're very open about who they are and what they can do. Though, for a dragonborn, they're *very* skilled [redacted]

#Listener's Commands #Azures-Grace #Slips-Through-Oblivion #Ja'ava #Cheese Man #Rorin #Lorzios #Lixkasalor #Lixkasalor killed me buh blehhh

[ashendalia]

Flowers bloom on the battlefield. Butterflies dance beneath an azure sky. A gentle breeze puffs over the horizon. And in the distance, his squadmates laugh.

//

The concoction of drugs is finally taking effect and she can barely stay conscious now. The pen falls out of her hand, her body slumping to the floor. With her final breath she gasps his name one last time and lets herself fade into oblivion.

#fate rambles #self ship #my art #oc x canon #implied death tw #how the ocean loved the moon

[dostoyevsky-official]

I've memorized The Wild Iris by Louise Glück! Super short poem about flowers and resurrection. 🌷

At the end of my suffering there was a door.

Hear me out: that which you call death I remember.

Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting. Then nothing. The weak sun flickered over the dry surface.

It is terrible to survive as consciousness buried in the dark earth.

Then it was over: that which you fear, being a soul and unable to speak, ending abruptly, the stiff earth bending a little.  And what I took to be birds darting in low shrubs.

You who do not remember passage from the other world I tell you I could speak again: whatever returns from oblivion returns to find a voice:

from the center of my life came a great fountain, deep blue shadows on azure sea water.

#this is really beautiful. irises hold tremendous significance for me #thanks for sending! #2024 poetry challenge