#The World On Our Shoulders

[changelingsandothernonsense]

Commission for @mareenavee

Nyenna is one of my favourites as far as Dragonborns are concerned and mareenavee's fic The World on Our Shoulders is amazing and really worth the read!

Thank you so much for trusting me with this <3

[mareenavee]

Nyenna ☼ & Teldryn ☾✩

First art of Nyenna and Teldryn for my fic, The World on Our Shoulders! Done by my friend, the most esteemed Painting.Roses on Insta.

[mareenavee]

To Hold on To You

From this prompt list [x]

Song Ref / Title Inspo: Hold On by Brooke Annibale

Rating: T Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Athis/Teldryn Sero, Athis (Elder Scrolls)/Original Female Character(s), Pining, Jealousy, Nerevarine Teldryn Sero It simply wasn’t fair, but things like this rarely were. 

Teldryn leaned his head against the Gildergreen as he sat there on the bench trying not to look at him wandering around the market below. With his wife on his arm, no less. It made sense, obviously, but…

He pinched the bridge of his nose. Now was not the time to wallow in what couldn’t be. Because it couldn’t. Athis was the Dragonborn, for Azura’s sake. He had a family – a wife and a toddler and a house… He had a life here. A life Teldryn didn’t belong in. And it wasn’t fair at all. It wasn’t, yet that was just the way it had to be. -> read the rest on AO3

Teldryn/Athis 46 out of envy or jealousy

As it turns out, I managed to outsource this prompt fill, courtesy of @mareenavee

Go read and enjoy a bit of heartbreak!

[frnkiebby]

stupid fucking cuties~🎃

[mumblingsage]

Yes, it's historically implausible for everyone to be using coins so often rather than barter, but look into my eyes: this book is over 100,000 words long. If I were to accurately depict the logistics of paying a ransom with various goods, it would add more wordcount, lead to imagery modern readers might find amusing or distracting (a tense prisoner exchange suddenly looks like a dry goods store), and not do anything to touch on the themes which I actually care about in writing this story.

That said, if you want to read about people doing the appropriately medieval thing and paying fines and ransoms with spun wool, grab some Elizabeth Chadwick novels.

[itskrejsaitsparty]

Just googled the Katrina lyrics

[waterme-stories]

Valentine Vuong is a transfemme they/them enby, I am not accepting criticism at this time 😇

[bunnyboy-juice]

awawawawawawa

[wyn-n-tonic]

Need my fellow white women to stop asking Black women to pat them on the back for casting a vote and start asking their mothers, sisters, grandmothers, cousins and friends why they didn’t.

[wifeiy]

for a girl who picks as many physically affectionate options as she does in visual novels (every option) U'd think maybe i'd be cooler with physical affection irl.

[mareenavee]

The World on Our Shoulders | Chapter 41: The Choices We Made

5th of First Seed 4E 202

Nyenna’s heart seized in her chest as she watched Athis glare at her and leave their tent, heedless of the wind and weather. His skin was bare to the elements below his cloak, having forgone his armor in his haste, but it seemed his anger was such that he barely felt it. It was as if nothing — not even illness or worse — could quell the fire. And that, she realized, was her fault entirely. Without much hesitation, she exited their tent as well, jogging to keep up with him, her own cloak billowing out behind her.

Her thoughts were racing as if she’d encountered some grand danger, not just the anger and hurt of her husband. The words he’d shouted seemed to glance right off her like water from the backs of ducks. Her mind couldn’t hold them and she wasn’t sure if that was due to how heavy the conversation was or her own confusion.

“Athis, please!” she said, voice carrying over the settled snow and ice that spread itself thin over the side of the mountain. She’d kept her power from the words, and did not let them shake the earth beneath her feet.

He’d made it pretty far before he started shivering. He wheeled on her and trudged back a few paced, face twisted in a scowl.

“I asked you why and you had no good answer for me,” Athis said, voice low and dangerous. “No. You — you refused to answer.”

“It’s not — Athis, I didn’t refuse to answer, you just didn’t like what you were hearing!”

He crossed his arms over his chest, but Nyenna didn’t miss the way his arms were shaking, or how his fists were clenched tight enough to leave marks in his palms.

It was a moment again before he spoke, and when he did, his voice was low with a rage burning in the background. “Why would you forgive him? Forgive that? Why would you allow yourself back into the same chaos you’d left behind?”

“I told you this already. We have to work together. We don’t have a choice.”

“We do have a choice, Nyenna! That’s what you’re not seeing.” He paused and let out a sigh. She watched as shivers began overtaking him. Her own budding rage prevented her from moving to his side to keep him warm as she normally would have. “You don’t need to treat him like some kind of friend — or more. His presence has a purpose, and when that is done, he can go. We can be rid of him and go about our lives as we intended.”

Nyenna ground her teeth and flexed her fingers. Something primal screamed in her head, or deeper still within her bones. Somehow, she managed to ignore it. Her own heart beat furiously in her chest, as if it was itself a dragon, wings beating to help it escape the confines of her ribs. And she was angry. She was, but she knew the reason: Athis was right. She hated to be called foolish in not so many words. He had a point. His pain was valid. But that didn’t mean he knew everything.

He couldn’t know everything. No matter how much she explained the situation, or the danger, he would never grasp it. Not in its entirety.

Good. This is not a life I would wish on anyone. -> Read the rest on AO3!

[rawliverandgoronspice]

words pale to express how much I hate macron at this point

[deadgrantaires]

[going through my ysa tag] WAIT remember like 2 years ago joelle and i had the INSPIRED take that ysa and nirvana are roommates before nirvana and reinheit start living together? lets all think about that again

[the-casbah-way]

down then left octavius vs canon octavius

i think it's safe to assume that most people would say the version of octavius i've invented for down then left is vastly different to the octavius we see in the films, and i can see why. canon octavius is loud, brave, confident, and generally a very fun and cheerful little guy. down then left octavius is, well, none of those things. or at least a lot of people probably see it that way. the thing i love about aus, though, is the fact that it's the perfect opportunity for a writer to explore one of my favourite concepts; being a product of your environment. your physical surroundings, the people you interact with, and in this case even the time period you're in, are intrinsic to who you are, to some extent. octavius was simply meant to be in ancient rome. it's just where he belongs. it's where he fits. his role as a military leader - and one operating under an empire trademarked by active and offensive territorial expansion, at that - is what gives him the chance to truly thrive, and put to use the traits we don't always see in down then left octavius. natural leadership, confidence, and bravery. when you remove someone like that from his intended time period and stick him in a world dominated by computers, late stage capitalism, and repetitive mundane responsibilities, it's no wonder we no longer see him as the same person. in a way, down then left octavius' job as the manager of a big company does showcase his abilities as a natural leader. we don't really get to see this in action but there are definitely hints of it, and we can obviously assume that it's there since he's been able to work his way up to the position he's in now. but how can we expect down then left octavius to be confident, for example, when he's living in a world that has no use for his positive traits? he's supposed to be doing something far bigger, far more long-term and with a far clearer cause than a mediocre office job. if down then left octavius had a chance to do something he actually enjoyed - and was actually good at, most importantly - he'd arguably be just as confident as canon octavius. there are signs of this token confidence throughout the fic, if you look for them; octavius' ability to stand up for himself or other people without a second thought, his tendency to naturally assume he's correct in his thoughts and opinions, his brashness and bluntness with complete strangers like the angry man in the bar. it's there, it's just not happening in the right environment for it to really flourish in a way that's particularly noticeable. we don't have canon octavius' backstory, so for all we know it could be very different or equally very similar to that of down then left octavius, who grew up not only closeted and emotionally neglected, but also with no real outlet in which he could really channel any of his passion or natural abilities and positive characteristics. the main difference here is that when you add all this into an environment with very little space for self-expression or discovery, almost no healthy human connections, and a world that no longer values the qualities needed to be an ancient roman imperator, you end up with a repressed, awkward, mentally-ill loser who seems so fundamentally out of place wherever he steps foot that it's hard to believe he was meant for this timeline at all. the museum gives canon octavius not only somewhere he can still dress, behave and live like he may have done in ancient rome, but also a place where he can be himself and be understood and cared for; something down then left octavius has never had. if i've done my job as a writer correctly then hopefully the more we get to knpw down then left octavius, the more we start to realise that he still has all of canon octavius' qualities in him somewhere, even if we have to dig deep to find them. he is capable of laughing and having fun; he is capable of being sweet and kind and forming meaningful relationships; he is confident, and loud, and silly. it's the world around him that's changed here, not octavius himself

[aromanticasterisms]

actually. actually actually. with the knowledge that the traveler's sibling was used as a vessel for abyssal energy which then jumpstarted the cataclysm, i have to wonder if them being sealed by the sustainer first can now be interpreted in a new light?

[cimicherrychanga]

slutty aces youre everything to me