#MISERABLE TIMES.
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Summerfest Day 2 - GOLDEN
“You’re not supposed to ask that,” says the Nerevarine, somewhere deep in the hollow heart of Red Mountain.
It feels, ze thinks vaguely, like one of the dreams. The dusty cavern, almost blurred at the edges, the hot, heady press of stagnant air, sweatingly warm and scented sweet with rot. Braziers burn with something that is not fire. The meandering, shockingly empty path ze took to get this far, through all the proper corridors, with their rusted corners and scraps of rugs – no furniture, not even stacked up in the inexplicable way ze’s come to expect; almost nothing at all, like a house unfinished, like all its denizens have only just arrived. Like they’ve spent all their centuries prone on the floor. Ze kicked up so much dust as ze walked, like no-one had ever trod there before. There’s so much dust in here now. It’s all so very barren-bare, like the dreams; so lonely. Just zem, in all this great sprawling subterranean building, and the figure – statue-still in front of zem, a safe distance away, watching from behind the lucent gold of its mask. The bejewelled hollows of its eyes glimmer, unblinking, three points of an untraced triangle; the face is sculpted with fretted care.
It all feels, ze thinks, like a dream; like the months on months on months leading up to this moment have been compressed, pushed down and packed tight, until it seems like Caelestis Vitellius stepped off that horribly rocking boat directly into this chamber, clad in warped bonemold, jewels pressed down the line of zir sternum and against the joints of zir elbows, conjured blade in ungloved hand. Ze has held the knife for hours, but ze does not hold it ready; the dead skin of zir thumb presses against the guard as ze shifts it loosely in zir grip, arms down, weight placed squarely on zir back foot. The devil is standing in the flesh in front of them, sharper-edged and more tangible than in the dream-messages but otherwise so eerily much the same, and ze thinks ze should feel afraid but ze can’t seem to dredge it up. Maybe it’s the sickly air, setting zir head spinning; maybe it’s the stop-starting rhythm of the conversation they’ve been attempting instead of the fighting ze expected. It’s something of a relief for there to be honesty at the end of it all; not even the opportunity for more deceit or espionage or complicated chess-board moving. Just questions, and promises of answers. Caelestis feels very small, in the dust-coated hollow of the cavern, and as new as ze was the day ze stepped onto Seyda Neen soil, but not afraid. There’s no room for it. It’s all so close to the end, one way or another; everything so very nearly makes sense.
So very, very nearly.
But then the Sharmat asked that question and broke the languid pause before it all begins-to-end to bits.
“You’re not supposed to ask that,” says Caelestis, again, not-fire lambent in the braziers, light liquid against the sculpted gold of Dagoth Ur’s face. Ze tastes the air thick on zir half-a-tongue, cloying, unwell. “What do you mean, am I truly – you called me –” ze realises that ze is gesturing at him with zir knife, shining crystalline in the not-firelight, and ze drops zir arm. (Ze has held the blade all this time, though it hasn’t been needed, not yet; the most use it has been of is scraping Red Mountain’s bitter, caking ash from the soles of zir shoes. Earlier, in one of the quiet stretches of their surreal half-conversation, ze held the humming hilt between zir teeth so ze could fix zir hair.)
It's so silent, in the belly of the mountain; not even an echo. The Sharmat, in front of zem, does not move even to breathe. Ze feels very small. Ze feels very new. Ze feels like ze’s breathing Vvardenfell air for the first time and trying to figure out how to account for it all.
Ze says, “I thought you knew,” and there is more in zir voice than there has been before. Ze doesn’t know what there is more of, just that there is more.
Dagoth Ur tips his head, considering, to one side. He moves in fits and starts, like smoke, deliberate as a rockslide despite it all. “Oh,” he says in his too-ordinary voice, and then, “A pity.”
And it’s all so horribly like one of the dreams; breathing the rancid air of a strange, empty place, conjured blade useless in zir hand, earth drifting out from under zem. The devil stands before zem, impossibly close, impossibly far, and Caelestis is confused, and alone; so very dreadfully alone, maybe forever. And ze doesn’t know what to do.
(In the dream, he called zem Nerevar.)
(Ze wonders, vaguely, how many people got that dream.)
“I don’t want your pity,” Caelestis says, pressing zir thumb against the guard of zir blade until ze can feel its quiet murmur through the long-dead flesh of zir hand. What ze does want – ze doesn’t know. Ze didn’t think about it. Ze should have, clearly, but again, to zir detriment, ze’s assumed that other people will act with honesty, that they won’t bluff and lie where ze wouldn’t think to; he talked as if he knew, so ze believed he did. Ze thought he knew. He was supposed to know.
(The ring shining quiet on its chain is some kind of confirmation. The fact that ze’s here, burrowed like a tick into the belly of the mountain despite its attempts to rebuff zem, is some kind of confirmation. But that’s not the same thing as an answer. A yes isn’t worth much when ze doesn’t have the how or why or even, quite, the what.)
(Ze thought ze’d get that here.)
Caelestis arrived in Morrowind sometime between a century ago and today – it is hard, in the flicker-red-gold of the braziers, to pin down anything more specific – and ze’s spent the entire time grasping for anything that might make it make sense, that might illuminate some kind of reasoning behind it all. Planted because ze might be a myth, or close enough that no-one could tell the difference; put here to do something impossible, and to be unmissed if ze died trying. And the whole time – the whole bloody time – ze’s been looking, and watching everyone else looking, too, from Caius at the very beginning to Nibani to Vivec – looking and looking and looking with varying degrees of hope, and never finding. Ze’s been looking for answers since ze first stepped onto Vvardenfell soil, trying to solve a mystery that wouldn’t be given shape for months, dogging zir steps through city streets and wilderness pathways and on boats and through caves and up mountains and into rivers, lurking indistinct as the cavern shadows in bone-patterned shrines and the burnished-brassy masks of the Ordinators, until ze arrived here, half-dead at the end of the world, staring the devil in its golden face and waiting for it to find what no-one else, agent or priest or god, has been able to.
And he doesn’t see anything, either.
Caelestis takes a deep breath, sour air moving barely noticed through zir misshapen lungs, and lets it sit there.
(There are no answers here. There is only zem.)
(Perhaps there never will be. Perhaps that will have to be enough.)
The Sharmat shifts again, lurchingly fluid. “Then I do not pity you,” he says – his voice still so eerily close to ordinary – “but yet I have compassion, and I will weep for your death. If you have questions, ask them.”
Caelestis exhales.
Ze shifts zir grip on the hilt of zir summoned knife – lifeless skin pressing smoothly against its shape – and ze says, “There was nothing else I wanted from you.”
“Then to you goes the courtesy of the first blow,” says Dagoth Ur; his mask, liquid as it looks in the light, cannot move, but Caelestis gets the strong impression of a smile somewhere in the dark, all the same. The Sharmat inclines his head, gracious as a bow. “I’m waiting, Nerevar.”
#two people looking at each other and trying very very hard to dredge up any sense of recognition#only one of them is an ancient undead genocidal sort-of-god and the other one is an anxiety ridden mostly-dead maybe-reborn twenty year old#MISERABLE TIMES.#tesfest24#oc tag#caelestis#the elder scrolls#tesblr#tes#morrowind#nerevarine#fay writes#my writing#microfic
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for ages i thought i didnt like drag because of internalized homophobia but it turned out i just don't like bright lights and loud music and really visually complicated things
spd is homophobic i guess is what im saying
#i fucking hate live shows of any sort#every time my dad dragged me to one as a little kid i was miserable the whole time#i like to consume things from a tiny rectangle on my computer screen and nothing bigger than that
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in my heart this joke is in the movie, but unfortunately im afraid only we, hughjackmaniacs, would get it 🥀
#my art#deadpool & wolverine#this is the dumbest thing but its so funny to me#who am i.. 24601.....#is this a safe space#i have watched almost every movie hugh jackman is in....#my 2023 letterboxd is crazy 💀#but i watched les mis for the first time in like 2014 so yea#i just think he needs to be in More movies. but Good movies. a lot of them were meh#if youre reading this please watch someone like you its so funny and he looks so fine RAAAHHH#i need him in more romcoms or playing the villain idc idc#hugh jackman#ryan reynolds#wolverine#deadpool#marvel#x men#logan howlett#wade wilson#mcu#x-men#deadpool and wolverine#jean valjean#les miserables#artists on tumblr#ghostlydoodles
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AU where the timeline gets reset but Zuko still has all his memories. Now in comic form
The backstory for this drawing
#baked bean originals#I guess I un-scrapped the comic because people seemed to like it#drawing sokka getting beat up or miserable is so fun to draw#Some stuff had to be condensed because drawing these pictures takes up time#the last panel takes a while after the second to last panel#avatar the last airbender#atla#aang#katara#sokka#zuko#zuko time travel au
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The UNRWA is concerned that if they do not receive more funding they will run out by the end of February please spread this message
in case any of you missed it, despite the ICJ's ruling for Israel to facilitate MORE aid into Gaza, the global west has responded by cutting funding to UNWRA, which is responsible for delivering significant amounts of aid into Gaza, as well as surrounding areas such as Lebanon. The countries cutting funding consist of the US, Australia, the UK, the Netherlands, Swritzerland, Italy, Germany, Finland, Canada and Japan. This was all due to a claim by Israel that members of UNWRA were Hamas-members or sympathisers which, at the end of the day, is a claim that concerns only 12 members in a total of 30,000.
Without proper funding, UNWRA is likely to run out of resources by February of this year (only another month) and urges the countries that have suspended donations to reconsider. This is a blatant move from the colonialist countries of this world to starve Palestinians even further when they are already facing unforeseen levels of famine.
Please take some time out of your day to call your reps, your political leaders and urge them to restart their funding. In the meantime, here is a link to donate to the UNWRA.
#colonialist countries surprise me every day to what new lows they can sink to#the depravity of the US and their simpering lackies#who wield so much power and use it all for profit#may every politician in power at this time die miserably#unwra#free palestine#free gaza#free west bank#palestine#fuck israel
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#i hope we stay chill here#twt is just all miserable all the time#fandom critical#fandom positivity#dragon age#dragon age veilguard
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fun fact idk how to do lighting at all
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#odysseus#penelope#the odyssey#epic the musical#epic the thunder saga#suffering#art#fanart#greek mythology#like he’s been acting like penelope was the one who died the entire time#he would have been diagnosed with female hysteria had he lived in victorian england#not because he’s miserable because that’s warranted#but because of his general demeanour
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Long distance besties. This definitely happened after the third movie (source: trust me bro)
Based on this
#anyways time to yap in the tags 😋☝️#but first ummmm lemme just tag some shit#how to train your dragon#httyd#httyd hiccup#hiccup haddock#hiccup horrendous haddock iii#toothless#httyd toothless#ok i think that its done#anyways this definitely happaned after the dragons left like just trust me bro 🙏🙏🙏🙏#omfg i wanted to make this with hijack as well cause lol. do you get it. they're long distance LOLOLOL#maybe i will make it who knows. is it weird to make the same art trend with different characters??#OH WAIT FORGOT ANOTHER TAG#hicctooth#is this the duo name for them#or is it called#hictooth#doesnt matter. what matters is that theyre literally the definition of platonic soulmates bro#like wtf i love them#sorry for making them look miserable i didnt meant for them to look lile that 😭😭😭😭#omg with that being said#BROOOOOO I AM NOT GONNA DRAW DRAGONS ANYMORE IM DONEEEEE HOW DO YOU DRAW DRAGONS 😭😭😭😭😭🙏🙏#anyways first attempt do you like it. SAY YES RIGHT NOW#if you read this much till the end you need to kiss me rn muah muah muah#also say i did a good job at making them look like cookies like#say it rn#okie bye byeeeeee#I FORGOT TO ADD HIS BRAID IM GONNA KMSSSSSS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO#omg i failed
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ergm what if murder family fishing trip
#nbc hannibal#hannibal#will graham#hannigram#abigail hobbs#my art#murder family#hannibal is having a miserable time BEVAUSE I hate him and I can’t draw his face#hannibal camping au
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I like to think that Vasco brushes Machete's hair when he's hurt or had a bad day because it calms them down.
#drawing a cute thing as self care#own art#own character#CanisAlbus#art#artists on tumbr#Machete#Vasco#anthro#sighthound#dogs#canine#animals#I promise he's not miserable all the time#he's just been seeming that way lately
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look at them go, the majestic creatures
#i personally headcannon that kirk did roller derby stuff when he was younger. dude was fighting and skating like nobody's business#this is spock's first time skating and he is having a miserable time because he thought it would be easier and bones keeps making fun of hi#he's like a baby deer#and bones has skated before but it was YEAARRSS ago so he keeps getting overconfident that he can still do it but alas. he cannot#and yes they have matching t-shirts :)#star trek#star trek the original series#jim kirk#spock#leonard mccoy#spirk#mcspirk#fanart#star trek fanart
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the fact that the biggest smile we've seen on Percy's face so far is when he's petting that little lizard thing is just so
#the kid is pretty miserable the majority of the time so when he smiles it really stands out#watched that scene like oh that's what happiness looks like on him#actually don't quote me on biggest smile I just cannot remember that kid grinning bigger at a different point in time rn#im like 95% sure#pjo#percy jackson#pjo adaptation#mine
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i thought i felt your shape, but i was wrong. really all i felt was falsely strong, i held on tight and closed my eyes. it was dumb, i had no sense of your size. it was dumb to hold so tight.
also on inprnt :]
#tumblr murked my quality so bad MY GODDDD please click on this i promise i have somewhat of an idea of wht im doing. kinda#anyway i once again have no idea what i was doing here but i did have fun. they make me miserable in the best way possible#im trying to be a bit more experimental both in style and colour... well. half on tht last one (guy who really likes reds and blues)#but im trying out line weight a bit more. hooty hoo. going to try drawing some more practice portraits n stuff soon#link#zelda#loz#botw#zelink#(a smidge bcus im insane. as usual)#princess zelda#zelda botw#link botw#loz fanart#tloz#i add new tags each time. i just like to get silly with it sometimes tbh :]#my art
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played DA2 for the first time and romanced the possessed bisexual poor little meow meow who's totally down for firebombing a walmart
#handers#dragon age#dragon age 2#dragon age anders#marian hawke#dragon age hawke#I FINALLY played through the entire thing! after so many times starting and then getting bored lol#I have genuine trouble deciding if I like Origins or Inquisition best but 2 is definitely on the bottom for me lol 🥲#but I do like Anders :)#I want more of this miserable little man#also I'm never sure anymore whether I wanna post single pictures or sets of them. idk#all the other DA stuff I've been drawing lately has been Origins stuff. or memes. so this doesn't really fit? so#seems like it should be by itself?#idk idk idk idk idk#anyway I've been doing lots of loose sketchy stuff and experimenting with brushes and it's been nice :)#trying my best to just...... be softer on myself#my art#description in alt text
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you started posting about belphegor around the same time you broke your leg and i remember thinking "wow, belph broke greer's leg" when you posted the "he's getting so strong" pics.
it's true, he was born roughly 2 weeks before I broke my leg!
so in the time it took for an entire small man to come into existence:
I managed to grow a bone glob around a fracture. roughly equivalent acts of creation.
#belphegor#god I remember lying in bed miserable from leg pain waiting for my kitten photo to come from the breeder#what a time
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