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knightfuryvawannabee · 3 years ago

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for the tesblr prompts, how about 14 or 21? whichever you prefer!

❤ from @reachfolk

21. write a story about something with sentimental value to your oc

Thanks for the ask!! @reachfolk

(I’m using a headcannon by @markynaz )

I should mention this is something I’ve wanted to incorporate for months now, I just didn’t have a good way until now.

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“Make sure you never loose this, my young one. For this shows the bond between us. As mother and daughter.”

Shoda grabbed her scarf from the dresser and carefully tied it around her neck. The knot she used was one that was passed down through her family. It made sure the design lined up in such a way when it flowed in the wind.

She grabbed her bag of supplies and threw it over her shoulder. As she exited the living quarters and walked into the main hall, she saw Vilkas talking to Skjor again.

Vilkas glanced in her direction, seemingly eyeing her scarf again. She didn’t understand why it always caught attention. She always wore it now, and they always wore things that seemed out of the ordinary to her. So why was this different to them?

She waved to them as she pushed the doors open to head to the stables. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw then wave back. It was nice to know she was being accepted more by them. It felt like she was truly becoming a member of the Companions.

The main city of Whiterun was as busy, but boring as usual. The priest still yelling his sermon, and the Redguard man was still pestering those running market stands.

As Shoda passed the market, she could hear the man make a snide remark about her. She stopped in her tracks, and shot a glare at him. It took a lot of strength for her to not make a scene. But, after a long moment, she decided not to. Not that time, at least.

Shoda made her way to the stables where Aela and Farkas were waiting for her. She adjusted her scarf as she approached Farkas, who was finishing taking care of his horse. Aela had already finished and mounted hers.

When Shoda was close enough, Farkas turned around to face her.

“You ready?”

Shoda nodded and approached Farkas’ horse. The stallion seemed to like her more than Aela’s mare. Shoda gently pet the horse on the side before using a set of stairs to mount it. Farkas followed suit. Aela clicked her teeth and her mare began to walk from the stables.

“We need to move steadily if we hope to make it to Lost Echo Cave by the week’s end.”

Shoda nodded and glanced back at Farkas. He gestured for her to get the horse moving. Shoda clicked her teeth and the stallion began to trot ahead.

“Woah now, easy.”

The horse slowed down to a walk and it snorted. Shoda chuckled and pet the side of its neck, but Aela was unamused.

“You really oughta train him better, Farkas.”

“He’s still young, Aela. And it’s not like I don’t train him, but you know how busy it gets.”

“But he still doesn’t do exactly as you say, even if you’ve been his rider for a while.”

“He does most of the time.”

Shoda glanced back at Farkas again, but he raised his hand. He didn’t want her getting involved at the moment. Shoda then turned her glance to Aela.

“We should go now.”

“Aye.”

Aela clicked her teeth and her mare began to trot. Shoda quietly clicker hers, but the stallion didn’t move. Farkas gently tapped her shoulder when he saw this.

“Try clicking a little louder. You tend to do it quiet.”

“Right, sorry.”

Shoda clicked her teeth a little louder and the horse began to trot behind Aela. Farkas smiled and gave Shoda a pat on the shoulder.

“Good job.”

“Thanks.”

As the three made their way north, Shoda would periodically put her hand to her scarf, as if to make sure it was still there. She would also keep adjusting it now and again. Farkas noticed how she was so adamant about it.

He’d seen her wearing her scarf more often now. And while he found the pattern to be intriguing, he found the color to be more intriguing. After what Athis explained to him, he had begun to wonder.

“Can I ask you something, Shoda?”

“Sure, what is it.”

“It’s about your scarf-“

He was cut off by Shoda sighing, exasperated. He immediately felt a rock in his chest.

“I’m sorry, I-“

“No, I’m sorry for my reaction. It’s just everyone lately has been looking at me weirdly when I wear it and I just wish they wouldn’t. I don’t know if it’s because of the pattern or because they genuinely don’t know what a Dunmeri scarf looks like.”

“Oh no, I’m not asking about the pattern, I had already figured it was a Dunmer thing.”

“Then what do you want to ask about?”

“Where you got it, and the color for it.”

“That’s…a long story.”

“We have time to kill. I’ll listen if you don’t mind telling.”

Shoda was hesitant at first. But she trusted him. So, she sighed and gathered her thoughts.

“In Morrowind, it’s tradition that Dunmeri mothers gift their children special scarves that represent their bonds. If the mother isn’t present, the duty is passed to the father. The scarves are important to us, almost sacred, if we choose to claim the gifter as our own.”

Farkas nodded as he listened. He compared it to the braiding style that Jergen taught him and Vilkas in his mind. It helped him understand it better. Shoda spoke again, gripping the reigns of the stallion.

“It’s also…the only physical thing I have left of her…so it holds a lot of value to me.”

Farkas nodded sympathetically.

“I know how that is. Jergen gave me a horn when I was younger, he carved it from a mammoth tusk. He told me to use it when Vilkas and I were in trouble, and help would come. I didn’t use it often, but when I did, it made us feel safer. It’s gotten worn over the years, so I don’t use it anymore.”

“I understand. I’m glad it was able to keep you two safe.”

Farkas nodded as Shoda adjusted her scarf again.

“You said you had a question about the color.

What’s the question?”

“It may come off as personal, so you don’t have to answer if you don’t.”

“If you ask it respectfully, I may answer it.”

Farkas took a moment to think to himself. He wanted to ask it in the best way he could think to.

“One of the stories Athis told me, is that the colors are symbolic in Morrowind. He said that typically, blue scarves are worn by Dunmer women, while red scarves are worn by Dunmer men. I’ve seen Athis wearing a blue scarf, and I wanted to know if it’s the same reason you wear a red scarf.”

Shoda let out a slightly delighted chuckle. She didn’t know someone had explained it to him already.

“He is right, but there’s a general exception. As I stated, the scarves are given to us as children. And if we keep the color, or change them, is up to us.”

“What’s the exception?”

“Well to start, Sheogorath is a common daedra to be worshiped in Morrwind, as he’s one among the House of Troubles, along with Malacath, Molag Bal, and Mehrunes Dagon. In particular, Sheogorath tests our mental strength.”

Farkas nodded as she continued.

“One of his most common interactions with the Dunmer is known as ‘Sheogorath’s Blessed Trick.’ If effects each one differently. But the same overarching effect is seen. Those with the Trick often wind up changing their bodily appearances be who they are. The Trick is so common in Morrowind, in fact, that several magic spells have been developed to help get through it. Spells are used at different stages of life so that the change isn’t so suddenly that there isn’t any adjustment period.”

Farkas nodded again. He was intrigued by the story. Shoda continued again.

“Some people with the Blessed Trick find discomfort, and that’s their sign that they need help. Others, however, feel little to no discomfort. And what their sign is that they feel happier when they see themselves as who they know they are. At that point, it’s up to the individual if they keep their birth scarf, or take a new one. The majority keep their birth scarves, because it’s a symbol of who they are in their entirety.”

Farkas nodded with a “hm” sound. He noticed that Shoda was smiling back at him, and he wanted to ask the question that was now burning in his mind.

“So, if you’re okay answering, are you one of the Dunmer with Sheogorath’s Blessed Trick?”

Shoda nodded with a kind smile. Farkas chuckled and smiled back at her, and gently pat her on the back. Aela had been listening, and gave Shoda a thumbs up with a smile. It made Shoda rather joyful, so she touched her hand to her scarf again.

“I wear my scarf with pride. Because it represents me in my entirety. As Shoda Hearthenia.”

#knight does stuff #knight writes stuff #skyrim #ocs #skyrim ocs #writing prompt #shoda hearthenia #farkas #I am so nervous to post this #but I hope you like it!

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hashtagjna · 5 years ago

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RSC [Jeong Sewoon] *Déjá-vu?*

Random Song Challenge explanation | RSC No. 3 ❤️

About: Jeong Sewoon (solo)

Song: Dejavu by Nu’est W

Genre: fluff

Summary: You‘re experiencing a strange déjá-vu-like feeling when you meet a boy on a trip - and he does too! Coincidence? Fate?

Wourd Count: 1014

Written by: Admin Arin

Author’s Note: I think this song is such a good match for Sewoon, calm and mysterious! It instantly reminded me of his 20 Something MV, so inspired this story a lot ❤️

You were sitting on the cold stone slabs of the broad stairway going up to a huge, fancy fountain. From time to time you felt some water droplets hitting your arms, because some children were wildly running around, playing with the water. You heard their happy laughters and giggles, in between the countless voices of a bunch of tourists, and seemingly the mom calling something in a language you couldn’t understand.

It has been almost two hours since you arrived in this city. You had never been here before, so you didn’t really know what to do - that you wanted to go on this trip without any kind of planning also didn’t help in that matter. You pulled your big brown suitcase closer to you, when you suddenly remembered that you bought a new sticker for it at the post office, when you ambled through the train station. While you were fumbling to get the backing paper off the sticker, you couldn’t help but to think of the guy you saw in the train station.

Several hours ago you settled down in your compartment on the train. It was one of those really old, nostalgic vintage style ones. You always wanted to go on a trip with one of those. A trip without any beforehand planning, just you and your suitcase. Just hopping on an old train, without a fixed destination, just enjoying the ride and hopping off at a station in a city that seems nice. You could finally realize that dream, which made you very excited. Looking at the worn down, but still fancy interior in a 60s style made you calm down again, feeling a nice wave of nostalgic calmness. Scanning every detail of the flowery patterns of the different fabrics incorporated into the interior design, you didn’t even notice that the train started its journey already.

During the whole ride you couldn‘t take off your eyes from the landscape rushing by. Alternating between little villages and pure nature, there were so many details to discover. The hours just flew by, until you saw a bigger city get closer in the distance. You decided that this city will be your destination, and you quickly packed your stuff together. After jumping up excitedly and a quick glance to check if you forgot anything, you left the compartment and made your way to the door area. You already felt the train getting slower, which fed your excitement even more. Being the first passenger on this part of the train to be ready to get off, you stood right in front of the door, looking outside the little window, exclaiming a few little oohs and woahs - not paying attention at all, if anybody was watching you from behind.

The train finally came to a halt, and as soon as the door was open you jumped out. Strongly gripping the handle of your suitcase, you couldn‘t help but stand there and admire the beautiful, vintage looking roof of the train station - until you were violently ripped out of your trance by someone bumping into you from behind, who was likely one of the other passengers exiting the train after you.

After turning your head you looked into the face of a young man, looking equally shocked as you. „I‘m really sorry. Are you alright?“, he asked with the softest voice you ever heard. You just barely could get yourself to nod slowly, because you were terribly confused and puzzled. Did you see him somewhere before? Your mind was flooded with a strange, persistent feeling. Your brain tried to remember something specific, but it couldn‘t. But it strangely felt like you knew him.

After he realized that you were not hurt, he put on a slight smile, adjusted the strips of his backpack and went on his way. You couldn‘t move an inch, the strange feeling still echoing in your mind. There was no chance you could’ve met this guy before. You were really good at remembering faces, and you never were in this country before. Did you just have a déjà-vu?

Your mind returned to the present when you finally got off the sticker backing paper. Lost in thoughts you stuck the little sticker of a pine tree onto your suitcase. You flinched when you were suddenly ripped out of your thoughts again - by a very familiar voice.

„I‘m sorry, we bumped into each other earlier, if you remember. Since then I just couldn‘t get rid of the feeling that I have seen you before. Could you tell me your name?“ You looked up and saw the guy from before. He had the same feeling? Did you maybe really know each other?

„I‘m Y/N“, you answered a little hesitant, still confused.

„Hmm … I don‘t remember … Maybe we could talk a bit? Maybe while eating? I really can‘t get rid of that feeling that I know you“

Strangely excited that he felt exactly the same, you nodded quickly. You grabbed your suitcase and stood up, still looking at him, still wondering where you could have seen each other. He was quite cute, so you couldn‘t help but put on a smile. You were staying like this for a few awkward seconds. He didn‘t move, he also didn‘t say anything. Your smile faded, and you asked quietly: „What‘s wrong?“

He quickly looked down and started fiddling with his shirt buttons. „You know to be honest … I lied, I have never seen you before. But when we bumped into each other … you looked really cute, and I wanted to get to know you. Seeing your smile just now I couldn‘t continue lying to you“

Your ears instantly went bright red and your face was literally burning. „Should … we go eat something together? And really get to know each other? Oh yeah, my name is Sewoon, by the way“, he mumbled a little shyly, but with a slightly sly smile on his face. You nodded, laughing, but your face still burning hot. You found it really puzzling how Sewoon basically used the same experience you just had as an excuse to talk to you. Maybe it was … fate?

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