#alma truthing 😔

[necromelli]

Agreed! Coin literally used all the victors and the rebels to do HER dirty work, to propel her to become the new ruler of Panem. Even though the victors escaped being snows pawn they had to be a pawn to coin in order for snow to be taken care off/killed. But ig you gotta flight fire. So like fight dictatorship with a different dictator’s dictatorship? Honestly coin was supposed to be the less of the two evils, but I still hate her more then snow for some reason and no one can convince me otherwise - N

no ong 😔 I literally don't know what it is about alma coin but boy does she grind my gears. I think partly is snow tells the truth. Homeboy literally does not care who gets their feelings hurt as long as he's chill + feeding his own delusions. Coin feels like my mom at a holiday feast with my dad's side of the family. Fake + evil + needs a snickers bar

[soymuyfelizcon]

They stole my father's property, that was one truth that everyone was trying for me not to find out, well I just found out last night you got to love your nightmares

I have a lot to say I just won't say it at this moment .I'm extremely blessed and thankful for my company and the people around me extremely blessed and thankful

Good Vibes only my true friends ,let's put all the b******* to the side, not today 😔 I really FUCKED EVERYTHING. All dis fucking years and now I get su see the truth❤️‍🔥

USTEDES NO ME QUERIAN DESIR NADA ,PERO LAS VERDADES MAS DOLOROSAS VIENEN EN 3 Y TE DIGO QUE VOY A NESESITAR UN RESARIO PARA MY ALMA

MY PADRE CUIDO CON SU VIDA ESE TERENO

Dios santo

[wellthebardsdead]

Everyone is nearing the end of their rope but poor Wyrm is hanging onto his with one hand and now he has even more questions than answers. Why sotha sil lied about wanting god hood, why he tried to place his blame on vivec and Alma, and why does Vivec seemingly suddenly want voryn dead 😔 seht is holding onto the truth so tightly that not even the likes of uncle sheo can take it from him. All he could do was comfort Wyrm in that he’s doing what’s truely right, and quite literally trying to push his anxieties out of him.

They all badly need a rest, but the journey isn’t done yet… they’ll have a safe place in riften waiting for them… safe for now at least 👀

Clockwork Heart pt35

Part 34 here

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Wyrm: *blinks open his eyes to find himself curled up on a giant silver platter surrounded by strawberry tarts bigger than himself* huh?… *sits up only recalling the butterfly flying onto his face as he tried reading his book* what?

???: HOHO! So that’s where you are!

Wyrm: *looks up and goes slack as a giant familiar hand reaches down and picks him up by his shirt* y-you wanted to talk to me mr sheo?

Sheogorath: *places him down on an unfurled napkin with a spread of food small enough for him* oh yes. I noticed your little encounter with poor Clavicus Vile. Shame indeed, weaker than peryite now don’t you know? Even with his faithful hound.

Wyrm: *watches him extend his pinky finger, only to reveal a tiny hand on the end of it as if it were another arm* I- *quickly holds up his cup as the mad god pours him a cup of tea from a tiny teapot* I didn’t know that, I-is that why he couldn’t grant my wishes?

Sheogorath: Oh no! He’s weak not useless! HA! No In truth its old silly sotha sil. Causing you more trouble because he can’t bare for you to find out the truth!

Wyrm: but why?! Why am I not allowed to know?! Why won’t he let me change why won’t he let me know what I’m supposed to do? Why I was made? Why I- *jumps a little as he’s silenced by a strawberry tart in his mouth* Mm- *reaches up taking hold of it and having a bite*

Sheogorath: Wonderful aren’t they? One of my personal favourites~ what were we talking about? Oh yes, the truth! Why doesn’t he want you to know? Well, because you’ll hate him of course! haha!

Wyrm: *swallows the tart* b-but why will I hate him for it? What is he keeping from me that’s so dread- *scrunches up his face as sheogorath wipes the crumbs from his face with a napkin*

Sheogorath: Oh plenty of horrible, terrible, outrageous things! It’s funny how vivec considered himself a liar, and yet, he’s proven to be more honest than sil! Makes me feel a tad shameful about throwing that boulder at his city!

Wyrm: *grabs sheogoraths finger* what lies?! What is he lying to me about?! What is he- *hiccups and holds his stomach as it suddenly rumbles in discomfort*

Sheogorath: hmmmm, well, It’d be shorter to list all the things he’s not lying to you about. Or we’ll be here forever with me trying to dance around his magic keeping the truth from reaching your ears! I’m surprised he hasn’t deafened you at this point!

Wyrm: *finally realises why vile couldn’t grant his wishes* Dance- around? *groans a little hugging his stomach tighter feeling like he’s going to be sick* you- you can’t tell me?

Sheogorath: *colour all suddenly leaving his form as his jovial expression gives way to melancholy* Ah… Indeed, he won’t allow it… While I can keep him at bay from this corner of your mind for the moment, he can still wake you up, drag you away, push you out… But… I can show you one thing… A memory from someone you know in fact…

Wyrm: y-you can- *hiccups again and feels something thin, dry and powdery cling to the back of his throat* please- a-anything! Please- *grimaces in pain closing his eyes tight as his head begins to ache and his stomach twists about like it’s ready to burst*

“Nerevar no! Please don’t do this! Please get me out of here!”

Wyrm: *opens his eyes to see a memory he’d seen before through voryns eyes, voryn screaming unheard for nerevar to save him, trapped within his own body in the heart chamber of red mountain* I- I’ve seen this already. I’ve heard what voryn said-

Nerevar: *turns to face him only to reveal himself as sheogorath taking his shape* you only heard what Sotha Sil would let you hear…

Wyrm: what he wanted me to-

Voryn: *on his hands and knees behind his own body, screaming, wailing and sobbing* Nerevar! Please I’m scared! I’m scared! Seht lied to us! He lied about the tools! He lied about the heart! He wanted to get me away from you! He’s planning to kill you! Please nerevar! No! NOOO-

“Shhhh… you’re safe now.”

Wyrm: *jolts awake to find himself no longer in the shivering isles or red mountain, but in an endless void of crystals adrift on glittering silver light* wh-what- what? H-he lied? He lied about killing neht? Where who- *looks up to see the friendly gentle prince who’d lead him to the sword beneath solitude* I-its you-

Jyggalag: shhhh. *holds him gently in his palm, his thumb tucked over him like a blanket*

Wyrm: *stares up at him for a moment and just starts crying as he hugs his finger* p-please- please I can’t take it anymore! I just want to know the truth! I want to know why I was made! Why did he make me?! What did Voryn mean?! Seht didn’t want to murder ata neht! He didn’t! He showed me- I saw- he-

Jyggalag: The truth is a difficult thing sadly… it is never as straight forward as we wish it to be, even more so when it involves one who understands order, and therefore how to manipulate it. *sighs* what he showed you was the truth masked in the lies of his grief… his regrets. In truth he was the one who- *pauses watching as the crystals suspended in the air begin to fall*

Wyrm: *suddenly whimpers letting go of the prince to hold his head as he feels like he’s being split into four parts. As if his soul itself were being drawn and quartered* n-no- I want to know! I want to know! Plea- *coughs and gags feeling like he’s going to bring up bile, only for a crumpled moth wing to fall out of his mouth*

Jyggalag: *knowing he only has so much time as Wyrm desperately fights to hold on* He was the one who wished for godhood. And coerced almalexia and vivec into joining him for his vision. He foresaw a future in which nerevar had to die, and it consumed him. But in doing so, he was consumed by grief. Grief that he could not save the world, grief that he could not bring back his lost house, grief that he could not bring nerevar back to life… He focused only on the one outcome he failed to see all others, all the possibilities of what could have been, and it left him to decay in his misery and regret. And so he made you. His last attempt to prove to himself that he made the right choice. And yet, you’ve proven him wrong.

Wyrm: *tears pouring down his face as he pulls at his hair, feeling like he’s dying all over again and again* Wh-what did I do?! What did I do wro- *coughs* wr-wrong?! *blinks up at him to see his form suddenly replaced with that of sheograth again, the prince of madness smiling down at him so kindly as he squeezes his thumb down on his stomach*

Sheogorath: Nothing.

Wyrm: *squirms and kicks helplessly as his stomach erupts up and out of his throat in a torrent of moths, all of them bursting into an array of colours as the air touches their wings, swarming the dunmers vision and suffocating him, suffocating*

“Move your hand you idiot he can’t breathe-”

Wyrm: *snaps opens his eyes and tries to scream as he sees the strange figures surrounding him, only to feel a firm hand shift over his mouth as several more grab hold of him* MMNN?!

???: mmmn-

Wyrm: *eyes snapping to the pained familiar voice, and feeling his heart drop as he sees a very weakened voryn across from him, the chimer bound and gagged, trembling and convulsing as sweat runs down his face from trying to pull Wyrm out of his nightmare* mmm?!?! *writhes helplessly staring at the strange figures with a pleading gaze, taking in their equally odd apparel, recognising it as dunmeri in make but being unable to place it*

Cultist: *suddenly kneels down before him stroking his hair back from his face* hush lord seht, we’ve come to retrieve you at last, to save you from those who would stray you from your true path. *smiles behind their mask as they rise back up and draw a dagger from their hands* The Sharmat will harm you no more. We will do as lord Vehk commanded and rid the mundus of him once again. *steps towards voryn and grabs the chimer by his long dark hair, holding his head steady with it as he places the blade to his throat* the tribunal will rise once mo-ghhghg- *drops the knife and staggers back as he stares down to the ebony arrow through his chest* wh-what- *looks back in time to take another right through his head as a blue khajiit emerges from the darkness, his fur singed and matted in blood not his own*

Cultist: They’re still alive?!

Cultist: It doesn’t matter! Run!!! *suddenly stands up grabbing Wyrm and fighting to hold the young dunmer steady* lord seht- please we’re just trying t- *lets him go and drops to the ground as a lance punctures right through his head*

Wyrm: *hits the ground hard and attempts to sit up only to find himself bound and missing an arm* h-huh?

Nerevar: *steps into view covered in blood and with a lust for murder in his eyes only the Hortator could possess* running will do you nothing. *rips his lance from the cultists skull as he stares down the others* I will catch you. And I will rip the still beating hearts from your bodies and devour them!!! *throws his lance impaling one as inigo shoots down another, leaving only one left to fall as a well aimed dagger finds the back of their neck, paralysing them*

Taliesin: *emerges from the trees, limping and swaying slowly over to the cultists body* I’ve had more, than enough. *kneels down grabbing the blade and twisting it slowly making the cultist scream beneath him* Of. *pulls it out and cuts their throat* you… *looks back at the group as he sits beside the body, too sore and weakened to get back up* are they okay?… is Wyrm okay?…

Nerevar: *lifting Wyrm up as a busted up Caryalind & equally worse for wear Lucien untie Voryn* I don’t know… *looks at Wyrm then at voryn as his beloved barely manages to keep his eyes open* I-I don’t… I don’t know…

Wyrm: *whimpers as he’s sat upright and untied, his eyes taking in the state of his friends and guardians, of his Taliesin, before looking back at the cultists now laying dead around them* what?… what happened?…

Nerevar: you’re in a lot more danger than we thought… *looks over at voryn as the other chimer manages to make eye contact with him* we all are…