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me talking about my fic that no one cares about or reads

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can someone tell me to go write

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“Cycle of the Serpent”

Chapter 30 - Accursed Talents

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  His sister had been a weaver. She still was, Wyndrelis figured, the image of her deft hands tugging the strings together of varying colors clear in his mind. Why would she not be? It gave her plenty of spare coin. She had woven ornate rugs and tapestries and clothing, all to sell them to traveling merchants. If not to trade away for gold or other items, then she would fill their home with her crafts, her handiwork on the floor or on the wall or on their bodies. Wyndrelis would sit for many hours while the older girl told him about their family. Morrowind, too. A land none of them had seen. Muvayni sought feverishly for any information about the cities their ancestors were rumored to hail from, and then she taught him. She would soon teach their younger siblings when they arrived. But for a long time, he alone would watch her pull the threads together of vibrant saffron and deepest indigo and create intricate depictions of moons, stars, of patterns, even depictions of plants, of cities. She would talk endlessly of these things, and as he walked the streets of Solitude, he could only imagine how she would have thrived in the court of the Blue Palace, or even in the Bard's College. She had a skill.    Wyndrelis, too, had a skill. Built upon a natural arch over the sea, the palatial city carried on its back the center of power in Skyrim like spines of a great beast. The Blue Palace ruled the lands beyond its walls with iron hands all the way to Stormcloak territory - wherever that might be, as Wyndrelis did not know the specifics - and the many shops and older homes rose high towards the heavens to make up for not being able to expand out across the land. The arched windows framed within stone shone in the dark with stars like raindrops. The way that the sly moons caressed the edges of the sea beneath gave way to thoughts of the legends of this city, all of its histories unknown to him, and why the light seemed to settle a little different in its corners.

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some bitter coast scenery i managed to draw last night

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Roar of a Wolfborn completed 46/46

After losing her family, Sifkni finds herself almost executed. After fleeing, she travels to Whiterun where she encounters the Companions. She knows their secret, as she is also a werewolf. Despite feeling that someone else is better suited for the role, she is soon thrust into the position of Dragonborn. She must learn to believe in her skills and heal from her past to fulfill her destiny. Farkas x LDB {F Werewolf Nord} | Skjor x OC {M Skaal}

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There's been a fair bit of scams going on like that on ao3, discord, and ff.net If it's a generic sounding female first name + last name; optionally a number in there, that's a big sign it's one of those. If the name leads to an Artstation or Instagram that's only existed for a few days or weeks at most, that's another big sign. Usually, the art shown there is very inconsistent too - either stolen or AI-generated. Used to be they gave very vague comments but as of late some of my friends had comments that commented on stuff that happened in their story from them.

hmm. has anyone else gotten an ao3 comment lately offering to do an art commission based on their fic?

I really can't tell if this is a real person or another weird bot

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WIP-Wheneverday

I got tagged by @thequeenofthewinter and @hircines-hunter! Tagging: @kat-tail, @linwelinwrites, @pirate-of-the-southern-isles, @aethersflames, @anxiouswizardart @ladytanithia @bostoniangirl21 @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @umbracirrus @oblivions-dawn @saltymaplesyrup

and YOU. Yes. YOU. If you wanna be tagged or not-tagged by me, let me know and I'll add you/remove you!

I haven't gotten in many words recently, but I reworked a scene I'd written earlier into something I like much more. Here's Veryn and Caius talking about the Urshilaku and the forgotten prophecies they're looking for.

“She allowed me to write it down, so I made you a copy. A pretty long title: The Seven Visions of the Seven Trials of the Incarnate.” He repeated it in Velothis, switching near automatically. “She tested me against them, and then told me her findings were inconclusive.” “Inconclusive?” Caius let out that bark of his, half laugh, half scoff. “You went up north on your own, all for nothing?” Veryn’s fingers trembled, rustling the parchment he held, frustration and exhaustion driving him near the point of tears. He stared at the grooves in the tabletop, counting them one by one, peering at the gunk they’d collected over the years. Food, candle wax, beer and wine, blood and sweat and skin, moon sugar, skooma - gods might know what else. The longer he stared, the more his sight blurred, aided by the dull ache that pulsed behind his temples. Despite his mask, he’d been out in the ash for too long, the finest of particles that made it through the filters scouring his eyes and throat. “The Wise Woman brought up the Dissident Priests.” Sharn broke the silence that had gone on for too long, pulling him back into the present. “The Ashlanders have lost many of their own prophecies, possibly on purpose. If Veryn wants to prove himself to them, he’ll have to find the priests and the words they’ve hidden.” “It’s a trap. A clever one.” Caius clenched his jaw, breathing out heavily. “She expects the Empire to fake the those records. I would get you some false prophecies, you would bring them to her, and then it turns out these Urshilaku have a way of verifying them. They get to expose you as a fake, they kill you, and all is well for them.”

And as a bonus: a smol bit of drawing I'm working on!

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Hi!! I'd love to know 6, 15, W, and ‼️ for the firsts asks!

Me: I'm going to answer these asks quickly! Also me: OH LOOK IT'S ALMOST TWO WEEKS LATER General busy life things got in the way but! I do like answering my asks even if it's late. Still, thank you so much for the ask <3 So! Here we are! 6. First time they realized their "calling" in life. When joining the Imperial Mages Guild at thirteen years old. I've (rather) freely based the way the Imperial Guilds work on the way historical guilds worked. Imperial children of the citizen class and above can apply to one of the Guilds (be it Mages or Woodworking) for an education when they're twelve to fourteen years old. If they already show proper talent, the Guild might pay for them to be apprenticed; if not, their parents will have to pay up. The Mages Guild is bound by the Guild Act to accept any child with a high enough aptitude for magic, simply to avoid the danger of untrained children experimenting with magic on their own.

At thirteen, nearly fourteen, Veryn is strong enough with magic to join - initially for one day in the week and four days of Cathedral School, and by the time he's seventeen he's there six days a week.

He's good at magic, and quick to learn; and realises he wants to be a mage, perhaps an academic even. He puts in as much effort as he can, and he's rewarded with a scholarship to the Arcane University in the end.

15 - First thing they remember feeling proud of.

Logically, that'd be some childhood drawing I think. Or magic, as above. But I'm going to pick another thing: figuring out that he's able to run errands for the vendors at the Market District and get some small change in return - finding a way of not having to depend on the Temple, of being independent. W. First time they realized their relationship is endgame... or isn't

I've got a bit of fic for you for this one!

The nights remained as bad as ever, even though his memories haunted him less than they had before — but the Sixth House chased him relentlessly still. At home, he’d taken to removing his key after locking the door, and warding it with magic to shock him awake if he touched it. Twice now, he’d been sleepwalking, waking up to find the sea lapping at his bare feet, vaguely remembering that he’d tried to follow a foreign heartbeat thrumming in his ears. At times, his skills in flying allowed him a semblance of control, a limited range of movement within his dreamscape, but too often he awoke crying and yelling, his body screaming at him that he was trapped and helpless, unable to move. Half asleep, he clawed at his arms to free himself, fighting back against Sharn as she tried to calm him down. Will this ever stop? He apologised over and over, silently wondering why she still stuck with him, but Sharn threw her blanket around them both, her fingers trailing through his hair to soothe him. “Don’t,” she said, almost as if she knew what he was thinking. “It’s not your fault.” She knew about the dreams, saving him from explaining anything. She knew, and she cared, and it made waking up like this a little less painful. Veryn curled up next to her, too tired to speak, leaning his head against her chest, and when he next opened his eyes the late morning sun lit up her apartment in Balmora.

‼️ - Free space! Tell us about a notable “first” in your writing journey!

I answered that one here but there's a few other notable firsts for me, and one of those is art! As a child I used to draw a lot, up to around 2014. I never formally studied art, and by then the hobby kinda fizzled out. But I'm a fairly visual thinker (albeit a far-sighted one, never able to get the image quite sharp enough) and I wanted to draw my characters and scenes. So I went back to art and despite feeling utterly inadequate, posted some of my work. While rather inconsistently due to life being busy, I am still keeping up with drawing, learning and posting. After all, I'm the one who knows what my characters feel and look like!

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mutuals always making masterpieces and I think wow. and you're following me too. wild stuff

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Unanswered Lore Question: In Skyrim, you as a Dragonborn fight Potema, who as a Septim is a Dragonborn. So why didn't you absorb her soul, like you do with Miraak?

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I mean, there's a fun historical fringe theory out there that Odysseus was Dutch, and that the Trojan War was fought between Celts in England!

It's called "Where Troy Once Stood" by the Dutch economist Iman Wilkens, released originally in English in 1990 and in Dutch in 1992.

I wonder now if Wilkens drew upon Goropius, give Wilkens' theory that classical Greek is full of Dutch loan words.

Johannes Goropius Becanus, Opera Ioan, 1580

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*slowly reaches for the popcorn*

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me when i’m playing morrowind and decide to save and exit the game and it decides to freeze .

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Yesyesyes Terraria Kyle! I love how he's everywhere just like Veryn

I think it's kinda silly how Kyle is in every game you can make him in :3 he's like in your pocket going on adventures

It's true!

I take this man everywhere!

Imma start streaming on Twitch and it'll just be Everything is Kyle Crane and I'll start with streaming Dying Light and Dying Light 2 (with the Crane skin) and The Beast and then just keep going.

Starfield. Veilguard. Dragon's Dogma 2. Terraria (YES I HAVE A WEE LILL TERRARIA KYLE). Star Wars Old Republic (I fucking swear I'll restart my Trooper play through). Guild Wars 2. Elder Scrolls Online. Eeey I can probably make him in Andromeda. And then the new Mass Effect game, and and and and-

Sorry, I-

-got carried away.

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Was Skyrim the first Elder Scrolls game you played and/or the first game in the series you ever heard of?

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Rook, you're not the one with the wings.

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