#How can fhey just leave him like that

[blooming-periwxnkle]

..so sigma is dead..

[cloudninetonine]

*awkwardly walks in, waves, downs coffee like a shot, leaves without elaborating after dropping a note*

Hey, nothing too big this time as I've had a rough week and I'm currently dogsitting a dog that ain't mine so my brain power is more or less incoherent and shot, just passing on by to wish you a Merry Christmas (or whatever you celebrate) and to thank you for all your work in the fandom!

First of all, I've only know of Mess Au existing for like an hour and a half but I already adore the life out of it, Rip Player and their sanity due to the Evil Chain running around but I am thriving on their content with the Ganons. And, there's a discord? *Confused guitar sounds from a Musician*

Also I'd die for Pastuzo, just saying, if dangerous wild animal then why friend and hug shaped? I've only know him for a day and a half but if anything happened to him I'd murder everyone in the Yigah Clan and then myself, Player is lucky if it was me there with Nat I'd immediately pat, bless that guy (also Rip Nature and his food, I hope he knows that my version of Fia/Seraph is cackling at his misery, just straight up rolling on the floor), and the entire section with Eve? Perfection, outstanding, showstopping, honestly given I'm a reader myself I'd probably chill with him, and I hope Player gets to introduce books from their world to him because something tells me he'd love a wider selection, I am thriving so much with this thank you for the food of Ganon-Player Found Family. *Bows* Also, I kind of want the Ganons to meet Og Chain now, it would be funny.

Also, Player's Aid Au where everything is the same but the reason why Legend dislikes Players is that the only time he remembers with his Guide is in Koholint so that's why he's so Claude Frollo when it comes to them, the trauma is making him suspicious. Or alternatively, where Player is actually a Witch but like A Wadanohara Sea Witch rather than the standard type, like instead of a broom they have a staff with an anchor at the end they use to fight and fly (as well as several other anchors and fish hooks on their design), an Ocarina for healing spells, some control over water and basically does what the Links do but with a twist: protects the ocean and people's dreams, no one in the Chain would ever have a nightmare while they're around, bonus points if we give them a seagull familiar that can turn human, or that it's just straight up Marin, or if because Mipha is a Zora and Zora are sea creatures if they make her a familiar she can also join the Chain or heck even Nayru idk haven't thought that far ahead.

Legend: They're a Witch!

Sea Witch Player, feeding seagulls with Aryll: ... Yes? I did go to witch school in the witch world, and? Do you want to see my certificate and PhD in witchcraft or something?

One thing for sure is that if Sea Witch ever saw the Wind Fish fhey just straight up roll up their sleeves, go "Hold my staff and anchor earrings Rulie/Wild/Wind/Nat/Grandpa Tides" and just try to fistfight it, no magic involved, that or they'd be yelling expletives at it with at least one Chain or Passel/Singular (a group of hogs/boars) member holding them back from fighting it, bonus points if they do the same for Dark Link if they went through the same trauma Wada did or have moon trauma like Time too.

... Now I'm thinking about how the Chain or Ganons would react to Indie games, hm... Eh, maybe in another ask, Tides and Time would mentally adopt Niko from One Shot, or any child protagonists so fast I can literally see it, Time would literally feel smacked by Hello Charlotte and Undertale, and Legend would have a love-hate thing for both Omori, Yume Nikki and Dreamfarer and Hyrule would get so much trauma from Mad Father, gotta think of any other ones for another ask.

Anyway, happy holidays and hope you're having a better existence than I am currently!

-A Very Awkward and Tired Summertime Musician.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS SUMMER!

Also I'm so glad you're enjoying the Mess au right now it's literally all i can think about! Yes, Pastuzo is the pride and joy on the whole au now.

Also we gotta love witches, especially Sea Witch Player and all I'm saying is sharks are pretty great so Player having two familiars and once is a shark (more importantly whale shark because I love them)

Tbh, Tide I feel is an Animal Crossing lover (I know it's not an indie game but still), he enjoys the calmer life.

Also, don't worry! They will be meeting the Chain real soon :)

[yamgetayaoi]

For trunks’s 8 birthday they get him an ant farm and vegeta at first is lijke pointless animal but its the type of situation where the dad who didnt want the dog ends up liking it tje most and so he ends up taking care of them more than anybody in the house.

He blames it on the fact that trunks is still a baby so he needs to help and bulma is always working but vegeta talks to them and names them and lets them crawl on his arms gives them different types of food to see if they like it asks gohan for information its pure insanity

He just stares at them before bed to see how they work and just rhinks about life one day goku comes over hes like DAMN THEYRE FUCKING THAT SHIT UP LOL Can fhey fight and vegeta is like LEAVE !!!!!!!!

[tinybitofart]

for the OC ask game:

🖊️🎻🎶🔱🔺🐷💘🖤😖🤩😞👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

(You don’t have to answer all of the if you don’t want)

oc ill be doing today is Van!Leg and totally not because ive been writing sbout him for the past two days

🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos?

No, but if he ever has the coursge he wants to get a sleeve of roses on his roght arm

🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

He plays ……. the recorder?

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

All music, but mostly musicals or indie rock. He listens to music when he’s working, which is… a lot

🔱 TRIDENT EMBLEM — can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming?

No and no, he’s terrified of water that goes above his waist

🔺 RED TRIANGLE POINTED UP — does your oc know how to use any weapons?

Yes! he built a scythe named Karma, and he’s been practicing with it :))

🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal?

He doesnt really like any animals, but hedgehog would be on of the one he finds interesting

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

erm well his name is Arm 👉👈 Canonically they’ve been dating since march or so, but i only revealed thag recently so it still feels fresh

🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

Yes! All of the above!! j may go into detail about it later!!

😖 CONFOUNDED FACE — is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved?

introvert. he hardly leaves his room, and when he does, he loses energy very fast

🤩 FACE WITH STARRY EYES — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions?

both, depending on the day.

😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone?

They are SUCH a loner

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 FAMILY WITH MOTHER, FATHER, SON AND DAUGHTER — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

Okayokay

His adoptive parents are Dexter, Frosty, Avery (?) and Lilith. He has aunts and uncles - Linguini, Branch, Duc, and Lucy - and grandparents, but they’re fairly dead. His siblings are Leaff, Noah, and KINDA Mouse. He has a son named Ross who’s 11 i think, and a niece (Cryptid’s daughter) named Crusty who’s in her teens. His partner is Arm, and they both are Ross’s parents

Thats all Inrmemember being canon

He’s closest to Dexter, Ross, and Arm. I would say Mouse, but he only Just Now got on the Van.

He is NOT close with his birth family or legal family. His birthfamily died in a house fire when he was small, tragic :(( and his adoptive father raised him up until he ran away to find the van. I love his adoptive father with all of my heart his name is Dr. Luis Welsh and hes so silly but also very foxic for Leg

also. id like to say that Leg and Arm are the only ones i control. the van kinda works like an rp, where everyone has fhei own characters. i jut reallt like talking about mine :))

[thistle-01]

KRS as Cale Henituse + traveling back in time + having to do it all over again

except he goes farther than maybe the god of death was intending bc he blinks his eyes open and a little boy with red hair and brown eyes and a scowl on his face is standing over him

the boy says, “you’re sleeping on the road. Do you want to die? It’s worse because you look like me,” and drags him over to a very familiar mansion

KRS through og!child!Cale’s eyes fixing all of og!Cale’s crises and KRS internally despairing that he won’t see the family he knew again so og!Cale sees him drinking sometimes and sometimes withdrawing into himself but he doesn’t know why

og!Cale living thru KRS’ crazy stunts and self sacrificing bullshit and paling and squawking and trying to make him take better care of himself

og!Cale and KRS saving the world

og!Cale now tall and grown, nursing a drink and reflecting on how KRS looks so much like an older version of him, how similar they look to each other

“tell me,” he demands of KRS when he hunts him down one day and KRS is looking like him and has a book open on his lap because he gave up drinking after Cale threatened to follow in his footsteps and they both knew that Cale on the glass wouldn’t pan out very well.

KRS telling og!Cale after some hemming/hawing

Cale crying for him, crying angry hot tears of indignation and wrath for a loved one’s unfair circumstances and curling his fists into balls and resolving to kill a god

”so I’m…?” “Dead, I think.” “Good to know,” and cale just balling up that information and deciding to chuck it out the window because it’s not like it can happen again. They’ve changed too much for that.

og!Cale eventually figuring out a way for KRS to return to his time, his world, his place where he’s surrounded by people he loves and who loves him back in turn and hesitating before he can put the recipe for the spell/ritual/whatever to action and actually use it

og!Cale having a chat with KRS

”if you could go back what would you do?” “Anything,”

and KRS looking mildly wistful but bored and Cale knowing he’s hiding a lot of repressed nostalgia/sadness/heartache in that expression

og!cale following through

KRS leaving, literally packing all his stuff which isn’t much but he can’t forget the overflowing pocket dimension of riches and gifts his fans have given him over the years that’s a lot of money, and turning expectantly to Cale before he leaves and Cale’s like ?? *glare glare* “get the fuck out of here already,”

KRS looking at him like he‘s lost it and “you’re coming too,” and it’s not even a question? Like wtf?

and Cale looking at KRS and KRS looking at Cale and KRS blinking and cocking his head like he’s just realized, “unless you don’t want to.” And over the years they’ve both burned and built bridges, they’ve made alliances and made allies and they’ve cultivated a web of resources, even the counterparts of KRS’ family but they never really let anyone get super close because it just felt wrong. they weren’t meant to be here.

Well, KRS wasn’t meant to be here, he’s not from this time after all but for og!cale it is his world and it is his time so he could never truly figure out why it felt like he never fit, why his own family felt like a mile away sometimes

og!cale thinking of all the people he’s met, all the people he’s attached to only in the barest sense, like they’re velcro stitched by the flimsiest threads, one strong wind and they’d be separated, divided like fhey were never joined to begin with

og!Cale thinking of them, and thinking of KRS. Thinking of all the things they’ve been through and how far they’ve come

og!Cale taking KRS’s hand

them jumping through the warp/circle/spell/whatever

og!Cale meeting KRS’ family

og!Cale giving up his name to live as Cain Henituse, long lost cousin or distant relative or random doppelgänger who just happened upon KRS!Cale and decided to stick to him like a burr

Cale introducing Cain to the people in his life and them, after some surprise and confusion and “wtf who is this is he safe,” welcoming Cain into the fold

Cain feeling like he finally, finally belongs?!?

Cale still pulling the same self-sacrificing false-slacker bullshit he did in cain’s original world

Cain suffering but having others to suffer with him because here they all know what Cale is like “omg let me tell you about this one time-“

KRS!Cale never getting that slacker life

Cain finding happiness

Cale and Cain and everyone else settling down, finding peace, what passes for peace in Cale’s time and world and with Cale around anyway, and Cain and Cale growing old together

Cain coming to find Cale one day,

”hey, what are you doing sleeping on the floor, old man? You wanna die? It’s worse because we look like each other- but obviously I’m the better looking.”

And Cale laughs

the end

[jedibongrip]

I woke up and was still thinking about your BP anakin fic. Like it is just so good. Anakin is just such a needy whore.

Makes me wonder how fhey got together. Did anakin torment obi-wan by making him listen to his vibratory for hours on end to then hear anakin also moaning for him. Between the two of them who referred to obi-wan as anakins daddy.

Did they ever end up sparing to have them end up with anakin just straddling obi-wan and leaving an obvious wet spot.

asbdhjnaksd thank you im glad it's been so well received. i think a core part of anakin's character is that he always wants something. he wants to win, he wants love, he wants power, he wants wants wants and struggles to find acceptance when he can't get it.

i think for this verse, it would be kind of cute and funny if one of them (idk how) actually did have a very sweet and honest confession, a very serious and tearful conversation where they admit their love and desire for each other. and they agree to go slow because they dont want to rush into things too fast, but within, like, two weeks, theyre fucking like rabbits. i think obi-wan is actually the first to refer to himself as daddy, after seeing how badly anakin is, or wanted to be, a daddy's boy. (also just, he's more experienced and is Aware of that kink, whereas i like my anakin's to be kinda fumbling and figuring things out as he goes along)

FOR THE VIBRATOR THING !!! YES OBI-WAN HAS DEF WALKED INTO HIS APARTMENT, HEARD ANAKIN'S LOUD ASS VIBE AND MOANING AND IMMEDIATELY WALKED OUT (with a hard on <3). dont worry though, he jerked off about it later.

anakin 100% gets turned on while sparring/fighting. if obi-wan wins and he's pinning him down, anakin is already 🤏 this close to coming. if he wins and he's on top, he's grinding down before he's even noticed. (and if theyre alone, sometimes obi-wan is even nice enough to let anakin grind away until he comes <3 he's nice like that) theyre def the type of people to consider wrestling a type of foreplay and when its planned, anakin wears a special pair of underwear that shows off how wet he is and feels really nice when he's rutting against whatever he can find purchase on.

tldr: theyre freaks and theyre in love, your honour

[corrupted-sav3]

Omg I made another pokepasta thing cause I lack self control. Anyway

So basically the Narrator of the story gets their hands on a HG/SS game where everything seems to be normal besides the fact that npcs often remark that they went "too rough" during battle or say the player character was being too serious or competitive throughout the narrators playthrough.

And that the narrator says something about how fhey realize that they never really lost any battles that they can recall up until...the battle with Red

The battle itself wasn't like an instant loss or anything it's more like the experience most players have when fighting Red for the first time

But, the narrator loses the battle, but instead of whiting or blacking out, they return to the normal overworld, any attempt to leave just results in a textbox that says "No"

It's only when they actually interact with Red that something happens.

A "..." icon appears above his head, then a question mark followed by an exclamation mark as he and the player character seem to get in a struggle.

The result being that Red is pushed off the ledge of the mountain (probably like in an animation similar to how your rival pushes you at the start of the game). Then another textbox appears after a moment, only saying that "I won" or smthn like that.

It's only then the narrator can leave the mountain (either then they black/white out or use one of their pokemon to fly)

When they interact with any npcs that ask about Red (like Oak, Blue, Red's Mom) the game implies that the player lies about not seeing Red at the mountain.

And idk ooo player is probably haunted by the ghost of Red or something, but like never outright killed or anything by him, and it could always be more like a manifestation of repressed guilt. They get away with it at the end though, and only the Narrator sees and knows about what they've done.

Actually I might be able to write this one since I basically how a baseline of how it goes dhdhf probably be titled like "I won't lose" or "You won!"

[vvardenfellcat]

4E 10, High Rock

A massive splash broke the relative quiet of the morning forest, startling a mass of birds that shot up into the canopy with alarmed cries. The source of said splash shot up out of the water, spitting out liquid before barking out in Jel.

“<Missed! Get it!>” A black Khajiit sprang from rock to rock, eyes on the massive fish that was going to be their next meal if he had anything to say about it. He could see the tear in the tailfin where Jeer’s spear had nicked it when it sprang out of the shallower waters, scooting upstream in an attempt to escape. J’hasi dove after the flash of scales, teeth sinking into the top of the tail, claws missing the first swipe, leaving him to get smacked right in the face with a panicking, indignant fish. The second swipe and claws held fast, the Khajiit surfacing quickly, trying to keep his mouth shut even as a mild panic fluttered in his chest at not being able to properly breathe for a few moments. Jeer caught up a few moments later, chest heaving.

“<I can’t have you showing me up like this. What would the tribe say?>” J’hasi huffed with a mouthful of squirming fish, grabbing it more firmly with his hands before snapping its spine, holding it out for his friend to take.

“<Fen don’t miss next time.>” Jeer sighed, taking the fish by the gills, a slight smile on their face at the weight.

“<And here I thought you didn’t mind getting a little wet.>”

“<I don’t. I just don’t appreciate getting smacked in ff-thhe face with my breakfast.>” He shook his head, water sprinkling over the surface of the small river shallows before he got up, more water pouring from his sodden fur and clothes. Jeer made their way back to shore, grabbing their knife and setting to work gutting their catch, splitting it in half for the two of them to share, scale side down on the rock.

“<Come, while it’s fresh.>” J’hasi sighed, wringing out his mane before sloshing out of the water too, dropping to a crouch to pick up his half and sinking his teeth into the flesh, picking a bone out before chewing, setting to work to pick out the other bones from what he wasn’t currently chewing. Jeer bit into their half of the fish with a smirk.

“<Only hatchlings pick at their meals, Marsh.>”

“<I’m also fond of not choking.>” Jeer shrugged, continuing to eat, looking out over the river, the trees... They sighed.

“<I hope this search of yours is fruitful. These trees are far too small. I feel like I’m going to get snatched up by something with nasty talons and a hungry belly.>” J’hasi huffed.

“<Ff-this place isn’t nearly as dangerous as home, relax. Fhe worst is probably a bear.>”

“<What’s that?>”

“<Um...a big furry fing wiff-with teefth and claws and a nasty temper. Powerful, too.>”

“<...so like the thing you’re trying to cure yourself of.>”

“<...if you wanna put it fat way...>”

“<Can’t say I’m eager to meet such a thing. I don’t mind testing my craft, but I’d like to live long enough to improve upon it.>”

“<Fen practice your aim first.>” J’hasi took another bite of fish, a little more aggressively than needed when it jerked, as if the fish was trying to get revenge on him for catching it. Jeer finished their half, licking their teeth clean of flesh with a satisfied hum.

“<Wonder if the birds here are any good. You said we were going where there wasn’t much standing water, right?>”

“<Birds around here are too small. Not worth fhe effort.>”

“<Iunno, that one seems a decent size.>” J’hasi turned, freezing mid-chew when he saw a massive raven perched on a fallen log nearby, watching the two of them. The scent would’ve given it away if the size wasn’t unusual enough. Burning herbs, entrails...and too intelligent of a stare for just any normal bird. He stared back for a moment before dropping his fish to the rocks and darting after it. The raven startled and flared its wings before taking off into the forest. He could hear Jeer calling after him, but he was not going to let this bird go. He knew what it really was.

J’hasi was still a little tired from the fish escapade before, feeling that itch that was growing stronger night by night, one he tried to stave off by eating more raw meat than usual, one that he didn’t want to give into right now.

The itch that was the damn reason he was chasing this thrice-damned bird into the forest like a madman in the first place.

“<Marsh! Slow down!>” The enormous raven let out a caw as if agreeing, which set the Khajiit’s jaw on edge, baring his teeth before he dipped under another branch, then sprang off of a fallen trunk, fangs and claws bared. The bird fluttered in a panic, losing some speed, which cost it its slim lead. The moment the Khajiit caught it, it poofed into a cloud of acrid smoke that stung his nose and eyes, the two of them hitting the ground hard, tumbling to a halt. Jeer caught up a few moments later, finding the Khajiit panting, knifepoint at the hollow of a bewildered and out-of-breath Breton’s throat. The Breton panted out a laugh.

“You certainly caught me off-guard. So, is there something I can do for you? A spell? A love potion? A tonic to soothe that awful temper of yours?” J’hasi hissed.

“Cut the games. I know what you are.”

“Clearly, else you wouldn’t’ve been so determined to chase down a harmless bird.” Jeer made a confused noise behind him.

“<Uh...where’s the bird?>” J’hasi growled, ears flicking back.

“<Later, Jeer.>” The Breton smiled.

“I don’t suppose your large friend there could retrieve my cloak? It’s a bit nippy out here.”

“Don’t think so. You aren’t going anywhere.”

“<It’s naked.>”

“<Quiet.>” The Breton sighed.

“It’s hardly civilized to have a conversation like this. What if someone happened upon us? Knowing those living in the cities, they’d gossip about you two for years.”

“Don’t care. You have information I want, and you’re going to tell me if you want your throat to stay intact.” The man looked at him closely, then chuckled.

“My, my, you do have a problem.” J’hasi growled, only to yelp when the Breton moved quicker than he expected, grabbing his wrist and twisting it around behind his back, freeing himself in the process. The Breton then released him, dropping the dagger and brushing himself off, looking up at Jeer.

“Would you be so kind as to return my cloak to me? I daresay that having a conversation in the nude isn’t how I would spend a lovely morning like this.” Jeer stared back blankly.

“<Uh...what did they say?>” J’hasi rubbed his wrist, glaring at the witch.

“<Give me his cloak.>”

“<I don’t think that’s what they s->”

“<Just give it.>” Jeer sighed, picking up the worn heavy fabric from where it was tangled on a branch.

“<Touchy, touchy. Are you going to tell me where the bird went?>”

“<Fhis is fhe bird, Jeer. Don’t let him have fhe cloak, it might be how he shapeshifts.>” The Breton frowned a little.

“If you’re concerned that somehow having the cloak means I’ll turn back into a bird and fly away, I assure you that I can do that well enough in just my skin. I just want my pipe is all. And some tea, if you’re willing to have some manners for five minutes.” J’hasi scowled as Jeer handed him the cloak, eyes locked on the Breton.

“You shift, I’ll do the same, and I won’t be so gentle catching you the second time around.” The Breton smiled.

“No need for that, I’m afraid. You’ve tuckered me out. I really should get out more.” J’hasi gave the cloak a small sniff, catching the scent of herbs and the like, but nothing like the cloud that had surrounded them after he caught the witch. He handed it over with a scowl, the Breton accepting it gratefully.

“Thank you. Now, have a seat. You’ve intrigued me, so I’ll be willing to talk for a little bit, provided you keep your teeth and claws to yourself.” J’hasi warily watched as the Breton sat down, wrapped up in his cloak before extracting a few pouches and a waterskin, patting around a moment before apparently finding the pocket that contained a long pipe. He tamped down some dried herbs into the bowl and lit it with a hiss of fire magic from his fingertips, waving it off once the insides were lit enough for a few puffs.

“Of course if you’re so adamant on standing, you can do that too. It’s terribly rude, I was hoping that someone like you would have some manners. Travelers from Black Marsh, I presume?” J’hasi’s ears flicked back.

“What makes you so sure?” The Breton smirked around his pipe, a curl of smoke escaping from between his teeth.

“Your large friend is dressed like someone from the inner marsh tribes, as is the dialect of Jel you’re both speaking comes from. I spent a fair amount of time in Black Marsh, sadly not long enough for my liking, but when you run across the wrong clan, sometimes a retreat is the smartest thing to do.” He beamed at Jeer.

“<Sit, enjoy yourself for a moment. No harm done, just a little misunderstanding is all.>” Jeer’s eyes widened at the Jel. Accented, but understandable. They sat down with a thump, tail curling around their legs.

“<So are you going to tell me what’s going on or do I have to keep sitting in the dark?>” The Breton smiled, pulling out a cup from his cloak, pouring in water from the skin, already piping hot to steep before offering it to Jeer.

“<My name is Grantham. I’m a witch of Glenmoril Wyrd, which is why your friend here took after me like a mad lupe.>” Grantham smiled, giving the Khajiit a knowing look.

“<I presume you’ve run into others of my coven?>” J’hasi’s muzzle wrinkled a little before Jeer gave him a look, to which he dropped to sitting in the grass as well, fingers still curled around the handle of his dagger.

“<Could say fhat. Fhey said fhey cured me, but next mooncycle I shifted. Been looking for fhem ever since.>”

“<Names?>” J’hasi hissed a little.

“<Ettiene, Isobel, and Fallaise.>” Grantham hummed, nodding a little as he poured a cup for the Khajiit, setting it in front of him, then a cup for himself, corking his waterskin and placing it back into his cloak once more.

“<I’ve heard of them. New, relatively speaking. Imperials from Cyrodiil that learned the art. Wouldn’t trust them for an inch.>” J’hasi’s ears flicked back.

“<I got fhat already.>” Grantham chuckled, smoke ghosting between his teeth before he removed his pipe, inhaling the fumes from his tea before drinking.

“<Yes, which is why you hunted me down like the wolf lurking just under your skin. Persistent. Focused. You wear it well. Better than most.>” J’hasi scowled.

“<I want it gone.>” The Breton smiled, replacing his pipe between his teeth.

“<Rejecting a blessing from Hircine himself is a bad move. But I understand not everyone sees it as such.>” The Khajiit’s ears flicked back.

“<It wouldn’t be the first time I rejected a Daedra’s ‘gift’.>”

“<Aren’t you a bold one.>” Grantham turned to Jeer-rah.

“<The tea is fine to pair with fish, my friend.>” Jeer frowned, glancing at J’hasi before stuffing the fish that the Khajiit had ditched earlier into their mouth.

“<I’m just following them. And listening.>” The Argonian picked up the tea and gave it a sniff, fans spreading before taking a sip, eyes closed. Grantham chuckled.

“<You’ll go far. It is a pleasure to meet you.>” He turned back to J’hasi.

“<If it’s a cure you want, you’ve caught the wrong bird. My specializations lie elsewhere. Hircine and I are not on speaking terms currently, and I haven’t been in contact with the rest of the coven in some time.>” J’hasi’s muzzle wrinkled, the Breton holding up a hand to stop him when his mouth opened.

“<However...I will make inquiries the next time I come in contact with them. Sniff me all you want, you’ll find that I rarely lie. Little point in it when you’re conversing with one who can smell deceit. Speaking of...>” He pulled a smaller pouch out of his cloak, sprinkling a few petals into the Khajiit’s tea before handing him the rest of the pouch.

“<Having a bit of that before bed will ease your temper. I’d suggest allowing your wolf some human flesh now and then. While most would be opposed to that sort of diet, I understand that some Saxhleel tribes practice cannibalism, so perhaps that isn’t outside of your comfort zone.>” J’hasi’s eyes narrowed.

“<I fhought you said fhis wasn’t your area of expertise.>” Grantham smiled.

“<Learning to appease lycanthropes is part of the job. Many of Hircine’s faithful are blessed in a way as you are, and do not handle it well. A cure isn’t as widely distributed.>” The Breton smiled, taking another sip of his tea.

“<Feel free to seek out other witches if my answers do not please you. You’ll find that a great many are not as sociable as I. Especially after such rude treatment.>” Grantham took a deep pull of his pipe before looking at J’hasi more seriously.

“<Mind your temper. Even with the full moon approaching, not all witches are so accommodating.>” The Breton finished his tea with a sigh, a few more puffs on his pipe before the smoke abruptly ceased from the bowl, breathing the rest out in a curling stream from his mouth.

“<And now...I must take my leave. Enjoy the tea. I’m sure we’ll see each other again soon.>” Grantham pulled his cloak around himself, then a puff of smoke and he was an enormous raven once more, and now that he wasn’t flying away, the Khajiit noticed that his feathers were faintly patterned with the same markings as his tattoos. And then he flew away. Jeer smiled.

“<For a smoothskin that turns into a bird...I like them.>” A moment’s pause and the Argonian looked over to J’hasi’s tea.

“<Are you gonna drink that?>” J’hasi sighed, picking it up and smelling it, finding nothing that seemed to be poison, then took a sip.

...it was delicious.