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theinsanitycarnival · 4 months

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A trip to Alagadda

Guess who's writing a fanfiction.

Note: (Yeah so, I don't usually write fanfics, however, we're having finals in the creative writing unit and well our teacher is oblivious to internet culture so... he's about to read a novel. Please do add comments and suggestions [please don't correct spellings this is the first draft I will fix any issues later] but yes, I will be updating it alongside illustrations and the final version will be posted on AO3 sometime... perhaps maybe.)

I awoke, only to find myself on a sandy shore. It amidst an ocean black, its waves as thick as tar, brushing and foaming, crashing into the marble shore.

The sky was bright and golden, draped with incalculable stars-who like the waves, shone raven light upon the earth. Like a pearl on a velvet cushion two suns laid amidst the stars.

A breeze came from the ocean. It smelled of century-old books, of mould and of roses crushed and dried. It smelled of wine and olive pastures.

As I looked, my mind in haze still. For miles, there was nothing but the ocean black. It swallowed up every bit of the marble sand leaving only that patch for me to sit upon.

Far away there was the sound of gentle lutes strumming, of tambourines ringing, of fiddles dancing on the wind.

It came from a faraway castle. Its walls were red and tall and thick, confusingly constructed towers peeking out. It emitted the pungent smell of cinnamon and cloves, and of roast pork with wine. From within me, I have heard a faint whine, as the wondrous castle drew me closer.

As I rose to my feet, the ocean parted, leaving only one passage… To the illusive castle.

I scrambled quickly to grab my sack, and followed the path amidst the ocean black.

The music grew louder and crisper, there was a faint whine of a recorder, a toot of a shawm, the beating of a tabrin.

There was laughter, and bright voices coming from the castle walls, all of them in Breton?

This couldn’t have been possible. However could this city so strange and so far away with sky draped with stars like no other… how could it possibly be?

A tingle of caution and a hint of dread had crossed my mind.

This was not right.

But the ocean pushed me forward, it left no path behind. My only way forward was the city.

Perchance this was a dream…

Its gate was swung wide open, from inside there came the warm light and smell of fire, it lured with its claws so soft yet the grasp so firm.

Stepping foot inside the city walls, right away there was fanfare. The music rang so loud within the hollow pathways, people swarmed and danced, to their heart’s delight.

Within the castle walls I had come to discover was a town, constructed so strangely, with pathways going nowhere, and stairs that looped and leapt in the sky in ways impossible.

In there was not a beggar in sight, as men and women adorned gowns made of gold and scarlet, draped in pearls and diamonds, with silks and laces running in long capes behind them. Delicate chopines of noblewomen clacked on the red limestone city streets, as their laughter all merged and boiled into one.

Passing through the main street, for once I went unnoticed, not one person awed in fear not one of them gasped looking at me.

It seemed as if for once, I belonged.

Their faces, all hidden behind masks, it seemed that Pulcinella was in favour with the locals. It was not uncommon that half the residence adorned commedia dell'arte masks, there were but a few Il Capitanos who tried and pull me into their arms and into a wild swirl of dance.

Not one of them seemed to be afflicted by my touch.

How curious.

Deeper, and the city never seemed to end.

There were monasteries, and churches, not one of them adorned a cross, there were giant, sky-reaching libraries, with their gates swung open for all the world to marvel. Upon the curiously twisted stairs that swirled upside down in the golden sky there walked so many people, that smiled and waved at me, as I stood startled at the impossible. The fanfare never dropped, and there was laughing and dancing and playing of all music. There were bagpipes, and a golden harps, a whine of a vielle, a stroke of a psaltery, a cornet, intertwined with a fiddle and a sackbut, a tabor beat, a panflute here, a cornu there, a lyre, alongside instruments that I have never before seen or heard of, all forming a marvellous cacophony.

There seemed to be as many vendors as there were musicians, with fruits known and oh so different in abundance gracing in the sun’s rays, grilling of meats unknown and strange, of spices that tingled something in the far back of my mind, with wines and liquors so strong there were heaps of sleeping men and women next to the merry vendors. As lovely and familiar as it all seemed to be, there was not one thing that I had seen throughout my life before.

As I strolled deeper through these baffling streets I discovered that not only most of the creatures here did not fall into my idea of men or women, most of them barely qualified as human. There were gentlemen with Alecchino masks, whose lower face was scaly like a fish, with teeth so sharp they’d bite through diamonds. There were women, in Pulchinella masks, whose lower face amounted to a beak, and their gowns were made of feathers. There were creatures that were so gross and awful, that words can not do justice.

Through the crowd, I saw that the city broke in two, where this part was merry and bright the side opposite a stream was ash black, the epitome of anguish. Something from inside me drew me closer.

However, right before that, there seemed to be a man, a normal man, a human man. He was a vendor selling oysters right in front of the bridge that separated the two parts of this strange city.

Even through the racket, I heard him whistle to me.

“Are you lost, fair sir?,” He asked.

Making my nicest approach I calmly asked the man.

“Good day my lord do you happen to spea–”

“Haha, good daily fair sir, here we all speak one language. I do see it is your first time here?” He asked leaning.

“Yes, yes it is… But I do not seem to recall what this place is or how I got hither–”

“Ah! But no one does, fair sir. Welcome to Alagadda! There are but many ways to get here, hardly anyone recalls, however you’ll get used to it. You came here just in time,” He smiled gesturing up and down at me.

“In time for what?” Many questions swirled in my mind however the tongue blabed out the first one it remembered. “What is going on?” I covered my ears.

“This is but every day in Alagadda, is it not marvellous?” He smiled under his Brighella mask.

“Would get very tiresome very quickly,”

“Then you are lost here,” He laughed, grabbing his belly “I believe then you’ll find the anguished lord’s turf far more appealing,” He pointed to the land across the stream. “Would you be interested in an oyster?”

“Who is this Anguished Lord you speak of?”

He provided no further comment instead turning to two fair ladies that came forth.

I made a move towards the river, it stretched and bled black, as the ocean did but did not go past the castle walls. Across it went one bridge, made of white and shining marble.

Across it passed those flamboyantly dressed creatures, alongside them came those far less gay. They donned dark robes of burgundy, and those like raven’s wings. They bore the masks worn in ancient Greek theatres, the faces porcelain white and smooth.

They hardly walked, but rather floated upon the marble, their voices deep and echoing, as if long dead and only brought to life by the warm breeze.

Below the bridge flew a vast and open sea, deceptive from all directions, no way to tell it’s true size. Upon it glided ships, big and small, of those familiar and those whose construction the mind boggled. One giant warship flaked and sparkled, however not set aflame, it simply seized to be, and was no longer. It was as if it entered a pocket of some sort in the fabric of reality itself, and no one batted an eye. It was if this all was normal, perchance it was in this strange place.

From the bridge, I could see that inside this place… what did had the vendor called it?

Ah, no matter. That there were four distinct parts, the red and black from and to which I was passing, however just further in the eye line, there were two more parts, a golden yellow one and a stark gleaming white one.

What a strange place indeed.

As I stepped off the bridge I found myself among the porcelain masks, all of them were from the chorus, none embellished with the extravagant add-ons that Dýo would tell me about.

Oh, he would love this place…

For some reason, my heart drove me to a stop, where was he?

I have not seen him in a decade, god perhaps longer– ah, but it is foolish of me to worry if there is one creature in this world that will survive anything it will be Dýo.

As I stood pondering, I found myself on a completely different street, I was certain that I did not move and no one had moved me. But the pathways in the distance shifted and drifted too.

Good lord I must get out.

Just as I thought of that, there was a ring of something, quite like a trumpet but not quite, as if someone screamed into a trumpet.

The city fell absolutely silent.

There was not a rattle in the street.

Everyone in the streets stopped in their tracks, and stood, almost religiously gazing up at the high stairs leading to a platform of some sort of church.

In front the black, stained window came a hooded figure shrouded in darkness.

It bore velvet-like robes darker than the night that stretched behind it, dragging on the limestone, on its head it bore a crown of sorts as if light was to beam from its face, on the crown it presumably depicted the sky’s two moons. As all the others it bore a mask that porcelain, unstained and perfect, however from the midst of the hair dripped wine red grapes in a bed of gold leaf.

It seems I worried myself a little too early.

It outstretched its robes and arms and spoke.

The speech came together with what had seemed three other voices, all distinct yet not too different.

His was most captivating, the voice of a storm cloud in the darkness, a muffled scream from hell’s utmost gutter, a plea of long-dead kings carried on the wind.

Time froze as he spoke.

“Here yee, here yee

Our dearest king, suffers from grave ailment,

And here we have to our exposure doctors from far and wide,

Whoever shall be so wise to cure him shall receive pensions to their heart’s content,

Riches all that your hands could carry,

Knowledge too vast for your mortal mind to comprehend,

And perhaps even a royal pardon.

So come one come all, even the lowest charlatan is welcomed,

If not to contribute then to amuse,”

Under those eyes of darkness, there was nothing. I was sure of it, however I could feel the Anguished lord’s gaze fixated upon me.

And then.

I felt hardly anything at all.

(As I say unfinished unpolished, for now, it is how it is anyway)

#scp fandom #fanfiction #fanfic #scp 049 #scp 035 #alagadda

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mrhunnynuts · 7 months

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despite pretty much only posting abt dadvid here i DO have ships too!! ^^

i love gwenvid, jaspvid, nerrison, and tabrin a lot 🫶

i also love makki and spacemax romantically AND platonically

so if u like any of that ill be posting them here from time to time!!

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violet-author · 21 days

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Got a character named Tabrin Tabella, usually juat called "Tab"

This 22 year old femboy of a green eyed black cat is only a flat 5 feet tall.

He's got shadow magicks that can't be used if he is too nervous.

Manipulation of shadows(usually makes shadow tentacles)

Shapeshifting(normally just used for making themself comfortable)

Swimming in shadows(usually just hides from crowds in shadows)

Due to the meddling of a werewolf scientist there are fuckin hellish amounts of blue eyed clones of him roaming about and doing crimes, said clones have even formed different gangs.

A lady clone of himself he adopted as his sister, her name is just "Fab". She's pretty much him but without the trauma, and with a big chest. They both have the same high femme hefty rear.

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nabasart · 3 years

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Family moments <33

Reblogs > Likes

#She's one of the flowerscouts oc's from yesterdays post #She's named Luna and is Erin and Tabii's adopted daughter #camp camp #cc erin #cc tabii #erin x tabii #tabrin #erin camp camp #camp camp erin #Tabii camp camp #cc oc #camp camp oc #nabasart

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mylustpersona · 3 years

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Return to the Castle (Part 4)

Lethia was absolutely gushing at the sight before her. Sitting in her ornate lounge chair against the wall, the Vampire Queen fervently rubbed away at her pussy, taking in the sight of her two lovers going at it on the bed across from her.

Skyler was practically in heaven, bouncing on Cody’s cock. She never imagined his new vampire form would feel this good! All those nights, sneaking Cody inside her room for a load of passion, paled in comparison.

“Oh, Cody! Oh! Oh, God! I never knew, you were this big! I can’t stop moving!”

Cody reveled in his blond lover’s ecstasy, her breasts bouncing in his face, her moans only making him want her more.

“You don’t have to, Skyler. Just keep going.” he said, taking one of Skyler’s nipples in her mouth, making her cry out.

“Ahh! Yes! Suck my tits!”

Skyler continued bouncing on his cock, occasionally stealing glances at Lethia to make her even wetter. She remembered how good the Vampire Queen tasted, how amazing her tongue was inside her, almost as good as Cody, who gave her a quick smack on the ass.

“Ooh, yeah! Smack my ass, baby! Smack it! OH! AHA! Oh, yeah! Move your hips, Cody. Fuck me! Please-- OH, YES!”

Cody pistoned his hips, his cock going deeper and deeper inside Skyler’s pussy. The blond reveled in her pleasure, smiling and pleading for more.

“Yes, Cody! Fuck me! Oh yeah, that’s my boy! Oh my God, I want you so bad! You’re hitting me right there! Keep going-- OH!” she was taken aback when Cody scooped her up in his arms in a sitting position. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pressing their bodies so close to one another, it was like they were one person, which to Skyler, was more than enough.

“OHHH, FUCK! CODY! YES! YES! OH MY GOD! DON’T STOP! PLEASE, DON’T EVER STOP!” she looked him in the eyes, cupping Cody’s face in her hands, “I want to feel you inside me forever! Please, Cody! Make me yours! Kiss me!”

Cody did not hesitate, crashing his lips against the woman who had been pining for him since the day they met at the drive-in. Lethia was taken aback, she had no idea how much Skyler truly loved him. Even in their lustful state, she could see how passionate they were with each other.

They never broke the kiss, even when they both could feel their pleasure reaching their breaking point. They stayed there, in each other’s arms, until climax, Skyler still never breaking away as she screamed and shivered in her ultimate pleasure.

As both Cody and Skyler lied on the bed, sweaty and exhausted, the young vampire holding his blond lover close to him, Skyler once again locked eyes, a genuine, loving smile on her face.

“I love you, Cody.”

He smiled back, “I love you too, Skyler.” and shared another kiss.

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“I’m so sad you have to go!” Lethia pouted.

Everyone was rested and clothed again. Tabrin and Skyler stood outside the doorway, dressed in their previous witch and cop outfits respectively. The sun was just about to rise, giving Lethia and Cody just enough time to say goodbye.

“I know, but I promise we’ll return soon!” Tabrin replied.

“And this time,” Skyler added, “It’ll be all four of us going at it!”

“Yes, I can’t wait!” Cody exclaimed with a fist-pump.

“See you both later!” Tabrin said, just before she and Skyler took off on her broom, waving goodbye. It didn’t take too long for them return to their apartment. The sun was beginning to rise, and they were both worn out.

“Phew, that was a night!” said Skyler.

“It really was, and see? Didn’t I tell you you’d love it?”

Skyler tried to hide the blush from Tabrin’s teasing, “You did, and I did.”

They finally reached the door. Tabrin took out her key, unlocked it, “And now it’s time to go to be--”

And opened the door to an orgy party.

“What the fuck?!” both girls exclaimed.

Everywhere they looked, there was some sort of sex act. Girls sucking dick, Guys fucking pussy and ass, girls with girls, guys with guys and... a game of naked Twister?

And at the very center of it all, with her boyfriend’s cock in her mouth, was...

“Koren!”

The naked girl in question peered out from behind her boyfriend’s muscle frame, “Mabrn? Skulr?” stopping her current suck-fest, Koren asked, “Where have you two been? And why are you dressed like that?”

Tabrin was the first to answer, “Uh, with Cody at his new place. He invited us and told us to wear something sexy.”

Koren gasped, “Really? Oh, how is he?”

“Uh, good. We had a lot of fun.”

“Oh, I bet you did.” Koren smirked, ignoring her boyfriend’s please.

“Baaaabe...” which prompted a swift smack to the balls.

“Oh, shut it!”

“Koren, why is there an orgy in our apartment?” Skyler asked as her friend’s boyfriend doubled over.

“Well, I didn’t know were you guys were, and I had the whole place to myself! What was I supposed to do, just masturbate?”

“How long has this been going on?” Tabrin asked.

That stumped Koren, “Uh... what time is it now?”

“It’s almost six in the morning.” Skyler answered, and Koren’s eyes bulged.

“Are you serious?! It’s been eight hours?!”

The girls were shocked, “Eight?!”

“Wow, time really flies when you’re having fun. Well, you’re both dressed for the occasion, are you gonna jump in or not?”

#tabrin #sex fantasy

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thatfreak03 · 4 years

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First day of https://b00pyb00p.tumblr.com/'s Tabrin week. Not sure if I'll do the other days or not.

So I have this headcanon that Tabii will do Erin's hair sometimes. No matter what, the hair style shows off Erin's eyes.

#roster teeth #camp camp #camp camp flowerscouts #cc #cc erin #cc flowerscouts #cc tabii #camp camp erin #camp camp tabii #tabii/erin #erin/tabii #tabrin

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queeniecamps · 2 years

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getting my sketches for tabrin week down hehe

#queenie talks

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off-the-heezys · 8 months

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Tabrin Week Day 3: Karaoke Night

(tabrin week is ran by @b00pyb00p !!) decided to do a fun aggretsuko reference with this one! she just has a lot of pent up rage and Erin just sits there like um... pop off girlie!! she still loves her very much thought

bonus sketch bellow bc i like how it looked

#camp camp #campcamp #ccart #cc tabii #cc erin #tabrin #tabrin week 2023 #such little girlies #also dont mind the lighting too much i kinda just threw some layers together and went with it

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b00pyb00p · 8 months

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Tabrin Week 2023 Day 6: Next Summer…

#camp camp #cc tabii #cc erin #cc tabrin #tabrin #tabii x erin #tabrin week 2023 #next summer #fanart #art #art background

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k-sunrael · 6 years

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Memory Lane

There was something strange and witchy about the day. The children were awake early without hassle and Orianna was allowing Kaevia to brush her hair and style it into a pair of braids which was very unbecoming of the tot as she had never liked anyone putting baubles in her hair before. It was a rare moment that Kaevia could enjoy and not rush while the two sat in her study, Oriana along her lap as Kaevia brushed her fine chocolate locks and the tot seemed content with rummaging through a book -- upside down.

Rarely were there simple moments like this.

“My Lady...my Lady…” huffed out Silvia from the hall and the woman swiftly drew into the room gathering up all the combs and hairpins, “The Lady Starstrike arrives. Quickly now.”

With a knitted brow, Kaevia ceased to continue her work as Silvia plucked the child from Kaevia’s lap, “Here?”

“Yes.”

Standing, Kaevia looked around the study, “Why? She had not announced herself by letter, I haven’t spoken to that woman in two years.”

“Who knows but you best prepare yourself, Illdarien is walking her to the front door as we speak, I seen her and the carriage just outside moments ago.” hiking up her skirts, Silvia placed Oriana to her hip as the tot fussed with her hair the Priestess had managed to prepare, “What would you have me do?”

“Bring the twins to the far wing of the manor, avoid her at all costs. I’m sure that is why she is here.” pursing her lips she whirled around the chair by the fire and placed the brush she had been using into a drawer within her desk, “..or...she is here to gloat about something.”

The foyer was a buzz with voices and quietly Kaevia shooed Silvia off in which the housekeeper did as she was bid, slipping from the study with tot in tow, Leaving Kaevia to gather herself at the front edge of her desk. The footsteps down the hall knotted the Priestess’s stomach and already she felt her sneer begin to paint along her features. The hem of lavish robes strode through the doorway and in all her glory...Tabrine. She was as snooty and distasteful as ever, her face wore as much and the strong scent of her perfume filled the room the moment she entered, glancing around and silently appraising. Already Kaevia knew what she was doing -- judging. It was much of what the woman did.

“Tabrine. It has been quite a while, to what do I owe this visit?” Kaevia addressed her with a hint of curt favor but welcoming nonetheless. Her mother had taught her too well at times.

“I haven’t heard from you. No letters or cards…” the woman mused as she stalked the floor, the lingering waft of her perfume growing stronger as she drew closer to Kaevia, hand cradled in hand, “I was beginning to worry you might have forgotten we are family.”

“With all respect, there is nothing to forget. With the divorce there is no longer ties.”

“Oh but there is you see, bloodties. My grandbabies, I haven’t seen them since your little court took place. They are my family too.”

“By blood, yes but you have done very little for them in way of caring for them. History tells us that you weren’t very nurturing with your own sons.”

There was a small click of her tongue and Tabrine looked over Kaevia with a ‘tsk’, “Tough love. They turned out quite fine.”

Growing irritated, Kaevia crossed her arms over her chest, “What do you want Tabrine? You don’t travel just anywhere unless you have reason and I’m already on a tight schedule with having to be somewhere this morning.”

“Of course you do.” and there it was, that mocking tone, “I heard about your little gallivanting around and your ragtag group of scumbags in the Ruins.”

“Mercenaries.” Kaevia corrected her.

“Whatever.” Tabrine waved her hand dismissively, inspecting the fireplace, “it makes me wonder if a mother of two- “

“Three.”

“Yes of course, three.” with a sigh, Tabrine ran her finger over the wooden mantle of the fireplace, searching for any sort of unkempt appearances. Looking closer at her digit, Kaevia could have swore she sensed a bit of disappointment along the elder woman's face, “It makes me wonder if you are considered a fit mother by court standards since you engage in...questionable activities.”

Kaevia smirked at the woman’s lack of findings, “Questionable activities? It isn’t a crime to be a mercenary. If they aren’t of noble or Magistry affairs they are frowned upon, especially for you.” leaning along the side of her desk, Kaevia shook her head at the woman in disbelief, “Glad to see your narrow mind remained intact even after your little mishap. What a shame…” tightening the tuck of her arms, Kaevia lifted her chin, “I’ll ask again, what do you want Starstrike?”

“Oh nothing actually and quite the opposite.” with a twisted smirk the woman stalked across the floor in two long strides towards Kaevia and handed her an envelope, “I came to deliver an invitation.”

“To what?” Kaevia quirked her upper lip and moved to take the envelope, opening the frilly wax seal and ribbons.

“Tassarion’s wedding of course.” With a pompous air about her, the woman turned, skirts following and her wrist twisted in gentle circular motions, “For the twins of course and well… you if you wish. Imagine, seeing your ex-husband marry off to another. Rebuilding his happiness.” there was an odd tilt to the woman’s head when she gazed over her shoulder to Kaevia and offered a smirk, “There are no plus one’s so you will have to leave your toys at home.”

At that very remark Kaevia’s arms lowered in defeat, shocked at how this woman was so openly vapid and insatiable, “How dare you.” She finally managed to speak, those very words having been bubbling the entire time Tabrine step foot into the study. They burned as they passed her throat and rolled so venomously off her tongue, “I would rather die before I attend anything for his happiness.” And with that she shot the invitation downward into the waste bin at the side of her desk and walked towards Tabrine, “He has no rights to those children. He hasn’t cared for them the moment we stepped into Dalaran nor did he care when he chose work over them or his Magistry whore who seems keen on displaying herself in inopportune moments. You stand here and mock my life and all those affiliated with me, you’ve done so since day one.”

“ Not quite day o--”

“I’m not finished.” Kaevia’s finger flicked high towards the woman, “The twins will not be going to the ceremony nor will there be visits. He can look for a fucking fruit basket via courier but that will be about the only congratulations he will get from us, if only on the account he gifted me two beautiful children. You on the other hand -- please by all means, indulge in the gift, with any luck you might choke on something and do us all a favor.”

Once more the tsk came and Tabrine tilted her head, gaze settling down to the woman, “You really are a soured, puckered bag now, aren’t you? I can now see why my son was miserable. Thankfully my husband isn’t alive to see his failures. I’m not quite sure what he did see in you though. No matter, life is what it is and you have painted a vivid enough picture for me here this morning, child.” there was a reach in Tabrine’s hand as she took up Kaevia’s chin, “Wasted beauty and very little talent. Hmm, perhaps mercenaries are better suited as your caliber afterall.”

The moment those icy fingers touched Kaevia’s flesh she slapped the hand away, “Get out.”

“So aggressive. Careful, we’d hate to have the courts catch wind of this.”

“Illdarien!” his name sniped from Kaevia’s mouth and just as she was about to open her mouth a second time to recant his name and louder this time, the man whirled around the threshold.

“Ma’am?”

“Lady Starstrike is lost, could you please see her out? See that she doesn’t wander and that she makes it safely…” the Priestess looked over Tabrine, “...back to her carriage.”

The two locked eyes in silence for a long time and Tabrine wore nothing but a wide grin as Illdairen seized her arm gently to usher the woman from the room, “Come along my Lady.”

Tension remained even long after Tabrine had been gone and there, in the middle of the floor, Kaevia stood with her hands clenched, nails digging into the soft flesh of her palms with anger. She had never liked Tabrine and from the moment she met the woman there was always that clash of personalities, attitudes and expectations. Lady Starstrike was but yet another reminder as to what measurement Kaevia had never been able to live up to. Worthless in a sense and even long after her marriage with the Starstrike son ended, she was still under a microscope.

A shuttered breath barely left her when the shuffling of her desk chair came and out came Rhistel from under the small leg nook with one of the cats crudely carried within her grasp by the armpits. Of course it would have been Cole, the more lovable and patient one of the three cats the manor held.

“Rhistel…” Kaevia breathed out damned near wordlessly. Had she been there the whole time?, “What did I tell you about sneaking around in my study?”

“Who was that lady, Minn’da?”

“Nobody. How long were you there?”

“The entire time.” she admitted and hugged the cat close to her. The poor thing looked a little disgruntled, “Why was she angry with you and why can’t we go to the wedding?”

“Because she is an angry person little sparrow. I’m sorry you heard that….please try to pay it no mind. Adults argue sometimes.” Kaevia released her hands, as shaking as they were with adrenaline still fresh, thye tried to guide Rhistel to the door. She needed a moment, just a moment. Any amount of time alone would have done wonders, “We will not be going to the wedding because it is not our place to be there.”

Of course, the child paused in the hallway and frowned up to her mother, “It use to be our place.” she finally admitted and for the first time in the run of a year or more, Rhistel was finally letting her thoughts and emotions out.

“Rhistel…” Kaevia began and the child placed a comforting kiss to Cole’s head before she turned and walked off. The very look on the child’s face caused the Priestess to die a little more inside; as if she hadn’t already been verbally beaten enough in the moment.

A beautiful start to anyone’s day.

#Blurbs #Writing off of 4 hours of sleep #Save meeeeee #Tabrine #Illdarien #Oriana #Rowan #Rhistel #Kaevia #Family #Building blocks for future story

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jack-inaboxx · 4 years

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Send me a number!

Shiri (spacetime-traveling Bosmer from the Dragon Crisis era of Skyrim. oh, and also a Dragonborn. he comes from a different universe than D’neyrn. Shiri’s universe was ended by Alduin when they fought)

Tylothir (Dunmer from the Alliance War era, accompanies Shiri, man of few words, hypersexual)

Tabrin (Dunmer from the time around the Eruption of Red Mountain, also accompanies Shiri)

Vesuvius (Thalmor spy with memory confusion and sudden unexpected morality crises. mute.)

Az’arr (Khajiit thief that follows around Vesuvius like a particularly enthusiastic, clawed duckling)

Demebe (Altmer raised by Bosmer, undecided era, alchemist)

Valyn (ex-Thalmor agent, now in hiding, resorts to consultation on magickal items to generate income)

Eldruin (Altmer mercenary, specializes in infiltration)

Ilminel (Altmer researcher, particularly fascinated by the Falmer)

D’neyrn (Bosmer. Dragonborn. Perpetually confused. Polyamorous)

Ceres (Bosmer mercenary/bard, sex-averse but ridiculously strong paternal instincts. vaguely nonbinary?)

Salal (Bosmer, raised in Stros M’kai. Works in Skyrim as an adventurer-for-hire)

Anvidr (Bosmer Dark Brotherhood Assassin. sociopathic. sometimes has trouble telling what ‘the right thing’ is.)

Itonde (Bosmer(?) maybe? maybe a daedra?? nobody’s quite sure. he lives in Skyrim’s wells)

Solemar (one of the last surviving Ancient Falmer. He actually lived through all that time from the fall of the Snow Elves up to present-day Skyrim. He’s got a dragon in his head.)

Everil (another Ancient Falmer. Everil was the first one rescued from the state the present-day Flamer are in- ‘cured’ so to speak from the bloodlust and hatred that consumes them.)

Serenni (aaand another Ancient Falmer. he was trapped in Stalhrim while the war between Atmorans and Falmer was still going, freed during the Dragon Crisis.)

Monwe (sea elf, part of a wandering fleet that sank shortly before he ventured to Skyrim, some time before Alduin’s return)

Adevale (another sea elf, this one a werewolf and mighty pissed about it too. he makes his pay by manning the ship to Solstheim.)

Cairn (Dunmer thief, one of the higher ranked members of the Thieves Guild, thoroughly anxious)

#DO NOT REBLOG #these are my characters not just some ask meme!

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