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reblog to give prev some of that good writing mojo

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If my ocs were real and I walked into a room with all of them I'd immediately get jumped

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i can be so normal about knights. come closer

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"you can just sell her firewood to make her marriageable" listen. Read too much into an obscure one-note NPC with me for a minute. Of course Gilfre Mixwatermill thinks the dragonborn chopping wood is the hottest thing she's ever seen. All her workers left to go die in a war or whatever. Her only neighbors are giants, whose herds are threatened by goddamn dragons. And she goes on running the mill by herself bc people still need boards and shit. World's ending, but we all gotta make a living.

You happen by and need some travel money, so you put in a day's labor. After all that hard work, you can crash in the old workers' house but it's been empty for a while, it's a wreck, maybe the animals have been at it. You're already tired from slaying the dragon that encroached on her neighbors. You need a good night's rest before you move on, because there's another dragon waiting half a day up the road. Too bad tho. You're not gonna get any sleep, because Gilfre Mixwater Mill has invited you up to her house to get your back blown out.

And of course she has! Maybe because you're the propecied savior come to deliver us all from the end times, but mostly because you did some work to keep her mill going. And you were sweaty and shirtless and grunting like a fucking bear about it. Who among us would deny that, I ask you.

I know we love to joke about bethesdas ~environmental storytelling~ bc of all the skeletons with nearby books on How To Become a Skeleton, but they are good at it sometimes. Her fucking environment!!!!!!! bethesda give me a new game I can't keep living like this

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i love when a man is fresh of getting his ass beat. it’s like a pregnancy glow

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It's normal to feel this way about fictional men

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"cool character I guess..." I mutter, walking away with a suspiciously character shaped lump in my throat

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reblog this to remind the person you reblogged it from that theyre loved

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remember when you’re writing a gross and terrible power dynamic that you should be asking yourself constantly how you could make it worse and sexier

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I could be your dead wife

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i golden claw her bleak falls sanctuary door until she--

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so embarrassing to get obsessed with your own oc but it doesn't fuel you creatively or motivate you at all you just sort of sit there. like yeah I've been thinking a lot about blorbo from my mind. no images of them exist in the world and they have maybe 3 personality traits so far. I would rather die than attempt to write about them. I've spent the last 48 hours rotating them in my brain though

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going up to a character i enjoy and being like "i'd like to award you the highest honour i can bestow" and the honours in question are like. bad at sex. undiagnosable mental anguish. loser's temperament. actual body horror shit. nicotine addiction.

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lovely character. i want to watch him drown in his shame

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if we’re mutuals feel free to

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I love seeing other people's ocs and getting snippets of their stories like oh my gosh there's a whole world and narrative in your head that I'm getting a small glimpse into isn't that so cool????