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powdermelonkeg · 1 year ago

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Assorted headcanons about my current Team Dragonborn:

Lydia Iron-Forged:

Former Companion, left after being invited into the Circle

Serious to a fault—a fan of deadpan humor, to the point where you often can’t tell if she’s actually joking

Older sister ran off to join the Stormcloaks, carries an amulet of Talos that was sent home shortly after

Can lift a werewolf if she really tries

Likes her mead with snowberries

The kind of drunk that laughs at everyone and everything. Tally thinks it’s an unsettling change

Practices, either with sparring or with forms, her swordplay just before dawn

Has a soft spot for horses, uses them as a litmus test—good people always take care of their animals

Can cook, mostly hunts for her own meals. Makes a good hearty stew

Sword is named “Stormblight,” enchanted with shocks. Was a gift from her father, bought off a Khajiit caravan

Has a scar on the back of her neck from a fight with a troll

Mikael used to pick on her when she was a little girl. Her sister taught her how to punch to break noses, and Mikael’s nose hasn’t been straight since. She’s the one woman he won’t flirt with

Bisexual, with a preference for Ysolda women

Kaidan (of Northwind):

Once had an affair with a young noblewoman named Isabel. She got engaged to the count of Bravil, so he tried stealing her away and was thrown in the dungeon for it. Paid the fine, was going to serve sentence (40 lashes), but Isabel got in the way of one and stopped the whole thing. She didn’t say anything else except to tell him to leave. She still has a scar on her cheek

A thrill-seeker, though won’t admit it. Takes vampire contracts for the rush of adrenaline

The tattoo on his face marks him as blood-kin to the Orcs

Has a faded lightning-pattern scar spread across his back, beneath the newer interrogation lashes. Rosalind gave it to him

Could learn a shout if he really, really tried for it. Not as easily as the LDB, but in a vastly shorter time than the Greybeards (as per the Akaviri Dossier). Would learn Aura Whisper (Laas Yah Nir) if given the chance

Can follow being read to much more easily than reading. Not that he can’t read, just prefers a voice—pages blend together after awhile

Very much a “hold my beer” kind of drunk. Don’t tell him he can’t do anything or try to show off in front of him

Does scrimshaw to burn extra stress, especially after a nightmare. Tries to make his work useful in some way (ie a horn, some cups, a knife, etc)

Sells his scrimshaw in between contracts

Gets tense and snappy from moon sugar withdrawal

Caryalind Thallery:

Wears gold lipstick when in town. It’s very subtle and usually only noticeable to fellow Altmer

Is a slow morning person—the kind to wake up early, but spend the next hour basking in morning sunlight in a silk robe with a coffee

Skyrim’s air is NOT good for his curly hair. Whenever he can manage it, he scrounges up some septims and stops by the caravans to see if there’s any orange oil in stock. He always smells faintly of oranges

Whenever Cary senses magicka, he immediately goes on high alert, even if it’s just Restoration

Cary got a handful of threatening/hateful letters as prince, and kept them, feeling terrible and not as if he should be allowed to throw them away. His friend back home (Termia) found them one day and convinced him to burn them with her

His hair is soft. Very soft. Feather-down soft. Yes, it’s natural

His calian (sphere of aetherquartz that denotes his place in Altmer society) is clear magicka blue, the size of a clementine, and has translucent etchings of his birthsign’s stars set in it. Sometimes he almost laughs at the irony

Taliesin (alias):

He used to write up letters on the field about things he’d seen to send to his sisters. Couriers were sparse, so sometimes he’d wind up sending 5 at once because he’d been holding on to them. He keeps them in his robe, next to his chest

He had a packet of letters on his person when the Talos Shrine incident happened. They got bled through

He still writes sometimes, even though he might never be able to send them

He once swiped the head Justiciar’s hood and pretended to be him to amuse his colleagues. Said justiciar walked in on it

He will judge you SO HARD if you eat dog meat. No it’s not the same as when he eats slaughterfish, slaughterfish at least have the decency not to slobber everywhere!

A decent cook, if only because he got tired of having to special request everything

Very intelligent. Not in the sense of book smarts (though he does have those), but he has an uncanny knack for reading the room and gauging reactions—part of it is to be of service to whatever his current task is (knowing when someone is about to run, playing good cop/bad cop with other agents) but the majority is because he had to learn how to read his father’s bad moods

Pays extremely close attention to how his friends react to others’ mistakes. Especially mistakes he has in common with them. What’s the difference between his past and Paarthurnax’s? Kaidan’s? Caryalind’s? Bonus points, this means you can gain his trust more effectively by treating people besides him well

His jokes and wit double as a litmus test. When he meets someone, it’s to test how much of a pain they are to get along with. Past that, it’s his subtle way of checking in; if someone who normally laughs at him is annoyed, or someone who’s usually annoyed doesn’t react, something’s wrong

Complains because it’s cathartic and misery loves company

Has a few dragon scales in his pocket once he starts traveling with the LDB. It’s to show his sisters if he ever sees them again

Accidentally acquired a taste for firebrand wine—Summerset cuisine is notoriously delicate, so drinking firebrand was the “cinnamon challenge” in the Solitude Thalmor ranks. Naturally he wanted to show off and one-up everyone

Like Kaidan, is a “hold my beer” kind of drunk. If the two get drunk together, they’ll keep one-upping each other until they either black out or are physically separated

Never learned how to swim because when he was little, his father deadpan-joked about maormer in the water kidnapping altmer that didn’t behave. He avoided deep water like the plague, then never remedied it when he got older

Calian is milky-rose quartz, big as a gooseberry. It got chipped once on the field; after repairing it, he’s padded its box with as much cotton as he can get

An absolute ace at card games, and decent at dice. Won his horse in a game of cards. Loves her to death and spoils her

Has a lovely voice but makes you earn it. Favorite song to sing is “Star-Eyed Bride of Alinor”

Very much an “I told you so” kind of person, takes it to the point of “Oh, I was right? What was I right about? Speak up, my pointy ears can’t detect your whispers of shame.”

#skyrim #tesv #taliesin skyrim #caryalind thallery #Kaidan skyrim #Lydia skyrim #what can I do for queue #long post #apologies. these got progressively more wordy as time went on

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mediocre-shark-tales · 1 month ago

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Chapter 6

Masterlist

I sat in the quiet warmth of my father’s study, enveloped by the familiar scents of aged wood and a faint hint of his cologne—comforting, like a thick blanket on a chilly night. Tonight, I was taking over Sam’s duties, giving him his last chance at a full night’s rest before my graduation and Bella’s party tomorrow. After that, Sam would have to push himself a little, staying up longer so I could experience a day meant to happen once in a lifetime. Once the celebrations were over, we’d resume our usual shifts, trading off until that red-headed bitch was dealt with once and for all.

I wandered aimlessly through the room, my fingers brushing against the worn spines of books that lined the shelves—books that held our tribal legends, stories of our ancestors, and the remembrances of our fallen. My father’s meticulous order was momentarily disrupted by my own quiet need to feel connected, so I started sorting a few books to help him stay organized. That’s when I saw it—a small, leather-bound book hidden behind the others, almost forgotten. Its handmade cover was worn, the leather strap keeping it closed tightly as if guarding whatever lay inside.

Curiosity took hold. I pulled the book free, setting it gently on my father’s desk before finishing up with the rest of the books. Something about it felt different—older, more personal. When I finally returned to it, I ran my hand across its dust-covered surface, and the moment I untied the strap, I felt a strange pull in my chest.

Opening the first page, my breath caught.

Calian Enapay.

My great-grandfather. The last known Alpha of Alphas to shift.

Time seemed to slow as I stared at the name, a flood of emotions washing over me. I had heard stories of him, but now, holding something that had belonged to him—his own words, his own thoughts—it felt like a piece of my heritage had finally come to life. The weight of his legacy, and what it might mean for me, settled heavily in my heart.

I had always known the stories of Calian Enapay from another book, but that version was written by the tribal historian of his time—a retelling, not the raw truth. This was different. This journal was directly from him, a piece of his soul in my hands. My pulse quickened as I skimmed through its pages, seeing line after line of his thoughts, his experiences, his struggles. It was like reaching across time to touch the mind of someone who truly understood what it meant to carry the weight of being an Alpha of Alphas.

I flipped back to the first page, eager to absorb every word. And there, in ink faded by time but still legible, was a note that made my breath hitch.

If you are reading this, you must be my blood descendant. The ink used throughout this journal requires either the smartest person to learn how to make it visible through a very specific chemical reaction, or you were born with the Alpha of Alphas gene. I highly doubt you are not my descendant, and thus I hope that the rest of this journal brings you assistance or even just comfort in the truth.

His personality leaped off the page, the dry humor and strength in his words strikingly similar to my own. I could feel his essence, like a mirror of myself, shining through every sentence. I couldn’t believe that I was holding the writings of my great-great-grandfather—personal words, written solely for me, meant to be discovered when I needed them most.

In this journal, I have written everything I have ever learned about myself and the pack. You will find secrets you may not yet have unlocked, and guidance on how to be the leader you were born to be. My hope is that through my story, you will find not only knowledge but comfort. You are not alone in this. Every true Alpha before and after me will face similar battles. By leaving this journal behind, I hope to offer you clarity and the understanding that we share this burden. One day, you will see that. Trust me.

My eyes welled with tears as I read his words, feeling the weight of his understanding settle over me. He knew—he truly knew the emotional strain I’d been shouldering. The isolation, the pressure. It was almost too much to bear at times, but here was proof that I wasn’t the only one. That the struggle was not a personal failure, but something woven into our lineage. He had faced it too, and now, through his words, he was guiding me.

I remembered how my father had shifted, just like his father before him, but they had never carried the Alpha gene. They followed their pack leaders, like every other wolf. People believed the legendary gene had been lost over generations. But when I shifted, that spark of curiosity reignited—perhaps the gene still existed within us, dormant, waiting for the right time, the right person.

I brought the journal with me as I made my way to the swinging bench outside, the one Paul had built for my father and me as a graduation gift. It had quickly become my favorite spot, especially during my alpha shifts. Sitting there gave me a clear line of sight to the woods, and I could easily pick up on the patrol’s movements if they needed me. It also made it easier for them to find me, should anything happen. Plus, there was the added benefit of catching a Cold One’s scent on the wind before they got too close.

I curled up on the bench, tucking my knees to my chest, the journal resting in my lap. The night was still, the air cool, and I felt a strange sense of calm as I opened to one of the first entries, letting Calian’s words pull me into his world.

Oct 14th 1920

The winds spoke to me that night, louder than they ever had before. I had always known that I was different from the others—the bloodline of the Alpha of Alphas flowed in me, just as it flows in you now. But it wasn’t until the night of the First Eclipse that I truly understood what that meant.

The elders always told the story of the Wolf Spirit, the ancient guide of our kind. But most believed it was a myth, a tale to comfort us in the times of war. My own father believed that the strength of an Alpha came solely from the physical—his claws, his speed, his strength. But I knew there was more. I could feel it, deep within my bones, a power beyond the flesh. It was not simply about leading the pack; it was about becoming one with the earth and sky, with the unseen forces that tied us to this land. That night, I was shown how.

It began with a dream—a vision of the Wolf Spirit walking alone through the woods, its fur shimmering under the moonlight, eyes glowing like embers. It stopped before me, its gaze piercing through my soul. ‘Your strength is untapped,’ it said, though its mouth did not move. ‘You see, but you do not truly see. You hear, but you do not truly listen. Your senses are dulled by the weight of what you think it means to lead.’

I didn’t understand at first, but the Spirit guided me deeper into the woods, to a place our tribe calls the Vale of Echoes, where no light reaches the ground, and the air itself feels thick with silence. It is said that the ancestors’ voices still live in that vale, whispering truths only the worthy can hear. The Spirit led me to the center, where the trees seemed to breathe with me, their roots connected to something greater than this world. It was then I was told the truth.

The senses you rely on—sight, hearing, touch—are only shadows of the power you carry. You must unlock the deeper senses, those bound by instinct and the soul itself. You are the Alpha of Alphas. The earth beneath your feet, the wind in your ears, the fire in your heart—they all speak to you, if only you listen.

I was told to still my mind and close my eyes, to let the hum of the earth fill me. The moment I let go of my human thoughts—my doubts, my fears—the world came alive in ways I had never imagined. My sense of smell heightened until I could detect the faintest scent of life miles away. I could hear the heartbeat of the forest, the flutter of wings from a distant owl. My vision expanded, even with my eyes closed, as if I could see the world not just as it was, but as it would be. And with this, my connection to the pack became even stronger. I could sense their emotions, their pain, their hopes—just as I could my own.

The Spirit showed me that this power was not a gift, but a responsibility. To feel so deeply, to sense so fully, meant that I must protect not only with my strength, but with my wisdom and foresight. ‘You are not simply the Alpha,’ it said. ‘You are the guardian of the unseen. The Alpha of Alphas leads not through domination, but through connection—to the land, to the pack, and to the spirits who came before.

When I awoke from the vision, I was no longer the same. I returned to the pack, but I chose not to lead them. I knew then that my role was not to rule, but to guide from the shadows, to be a protector when they needed me most. The Alpha of the pack fought with his body, but I fought with my spirit. And it was enough.

You are at the cusp of understanding what it means to unlock the power within you. Remember, your strength lies not just in your ability to fight, but in your ability to listen, to connect. Still your mind, seek the quiet places, and let the earth, the wind, and the spirit of the wolf guide you. Only then will you truly awaken the power within.

I closed the journal, my fingers trembling as I absorbed the last words of the entry. My great-grandfather’s voice echoed in my mind, his teachings resonating deeply with the struggles I had faced since my shift. It wasn’t just a story about power or leadership—it was about understanding the true essence of what it meant to be the Alpha of Alphas. The weight of his wisdom filled me with an overwhelming sense of responsibility.

The past few months flashed through my mind, all the challenges I had navigated as a full-shifted Alpha. I had been leading, patrolling, fighting—using my strength, just as the others had. But I hadn’t understood the deeper truth, not until now. Sure, I had survived a couple of full moons, but tomorrow night… tomorrow would be different. It would be the first eclipse since I shifted. The air itself felt heavier, buzzing with something ancient that I couldn't yet fully comprehend.

If I hadn’t found this journal—if fate hadn’t placed it in my hands tonight—I knew I would have been walking into the unknown, unprepared. The eclipse wasn’t just another celestial event. It would be a test, a moment of awakening. I realized now that I’d been standing at the threshold of something much larger than myself.

My fingers traced the edges of the journal as I thought back to my ancestors’ journey. Calian had written about the Wolf Spirit, the ancient guide who showed him the deeper senses, the true strength that went beyond physical dominance. I had never allowed myself to quiet my mind enough to listen—to really see. But now, his words were unlocking a part of me that had been dormant.

The sense of timing was almost uncanny. Had I found this journal any later, I would have been completely unprepared for the eclipse and the deeper awakening it promised. Tomorrow was no ordinary night. It wasn’t just about strength anymore. It was about understanding. About listening. About connection.

The weight of it all pressed down on me, but for the first time, I felt ready—not just to face the eclipse, but to face the part of myself that I had been avoiding. This wasn’t just a fight for survival. It was a journey to become the Alpha of Alphas in spirit as well as body. Calian’s words had given me the map.

I heard a distant howl, low and familiar—it was Sam. He must have shifted and was on his way, likely to catch up on anything he’d missed since he’d gone to sleep. As I waited, I glanced up at the moon, feeling its pull, the way it connected me to the earth and sky. A few moments later, Sam’s large form emerged from the treeline, his massive paws making almost no sound as he trotted toward me.

I stood up from the bench and met him halfway, my arms crossing over my chest as I offered a small smile. “Hey Sam. Not much to update you on,” I said, my voice steady. “It’s been a pretty smooth day—no rogues, no issues.” I paused, raising an eyebrow. “I’ll see you the morning after the grad party, right?”

Sam’s large wolf head dipped in a nod, his amber eyes holding mine for a moment longer.

I grinned, feeling the bond between us through the pack’s mindlink. “Remember, this is the only time I’m letting you pull a 24-hour day. So don’t get used to it.”

Through the link, I caught a flash of his response—warm laughter. He reassured me, promising he’d keep his word about staying healthy. I’m not breaking that promise, he sent through the mindlink, his tone light but sincere.

As the sun began to rise, casting its golden light over the horizon, I left Sam to finish his duties and started back toward my house. The warmth of the early morning brushed against my skin, but before I could step inside, I heard the familiar sound of paws hitting the earth. I turned just in time to see a gray wolf dash behind a nearby tree, and a moment later, Paul emerged, fully clothed, with that boyish grin I couldn’t resist.

"Hey, babe," he greeted, his voice warm and soft, "I was hoping you’d want to cuddle while you sleep before your graduation?"

I couldn’t help but smile, the exhaustion of the day starting to weigh on me, but his offer made it all melt away. I nodded, and his smile grew wider as he gently took my hand, leading me inside.

The house was still quiet, everyone fast asleep as we quietly made our way to my room. I placed the journal carefully on my small bookshelf, my mind still buzzing with the insights from my great-great-grandfather’s words. With that settled, I changed into my pajamas—soft shorts and one of Paul’s old shirts, the one he’d left behind a while ago.

Paul’s eyes lit up when he saw me in it, a smirk tugging at his lips, and through our bond, I felt a rush of warmth and love fill my chest. The simple act of wearing his shirt seemed to deepen the connection between us, a silent reminder of how much we meant to each other.

Without a word, we slid into bed together, his arms wrapping around me as I nestled against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling me toward sleep. In his embrace, I felt safe, grounded, ready for whatever tomorrow would bring.

When I woke up, I realized I’d slept for about eight hours. As much as I wanted to stay wrapped up in Paul’s arms, basking in the warmth of his embrace, I knew I had to get up if I wanted enough time to prepare for the day.

I slipped out of bed, gathering the things I needed for a shower. Paul stirred, watching me with a playful smile. “Mind if I join you?” he teased, his voice low.

I shot him a look over my shoulder. “You could, but I doubt we have time for what might come after that.”

Paul chuckled, his smile growing wider. “That’s true. Besides, I wouldn’t want our first time together to be in the shower. I’d make it more special, something romantic.”

I giggled at his words, feeling the warmth of his affection in every playful word. “You’re too much,” I said, shaking my head as I disappeared into the bathroom to shower.

Within the hour, I had cleaned up and dressed for graduation, excitement and nerves buzzing through me. Paul, ever reliable, drove my father and me to the venue. As soon as I spotted Bella among the sea of students, I dashed off to join her in line.

Graduation was exactly as long and boring as I had expected—endless speeches, names being called one by one, the occasional cheer from the crowd. But I couldn’t help the small spark of pride swelling in me as I walked across the stage to grab my diploma.

Once it was finally over, I joined Bella and Edward for the ride to the Cullens' house for her grad party. Paul had already agreed to take my father back home, knowing full well there was no way he could keep his temper in check at a vampire-filled event. He wasn’t the type to mince words, and even though I knew he respected my choices, he preferred to stay behind and hang with my dad rather than risk a confrontation.

As Edward drove, the quiet of the car felt like a brief moment of peace, the excitement of the party looming ahead. I reminded myself that as soon as it was done, I’d be back home with Paul, where everything felt right.

As we pulled up to the Cullens' house, the soft glow of the lights spilling out onto the driveway did nothing to ease the tension in my chest. Bella sighed beside me, looking as uneasy as I felt. This party wasn’t for me—I’d made it clear that I didn’t want one, and thankfully, everyone had respected that. But Bella wasn’t so lucky. Alice had insisted on throwing a celebration for her, and while Bella hated the attention as much as I did, there was no saying no to Alice.

“I really wish we could’ve just skipped this,” Bella muttered as she stepped out of the car, her expression a mix of dread and exhaustion.

“I hear you,” I said with a quiet laugh, nudging her. “I got out of mine, but I’m still stuck here. Just think of it as the lesser evil.”

She rolled her eyes but gave a small smile. “Lucky you. I should’ve tried harder to get out of it.”

Edward lingered by the car, his eyes filled with concern as he watched Bella. He wasn’t fond of the idea of her being the center of attention either, but there was no stopping Alice once she had her mind set on something. As we walked toward the house, Bella glanced at me and shook her head.

“I can’t believe Alice went all out for this,” she said under her breath. “It’s just graduation.”

“I know, but you know how she is. This is basically her version of a holiday,” I said, trying to keep things light, even though the thought of mingling inside made me just as uncomfortable.

As we stepped inside, the party was already in full swing—Alice had, of course, spared no expense. The house was bathed in soft light, the decorations a perfect mix of elegance and celebration. Music played in the background, and people were scattered around the living room, chatting and laughing.

Bella winced slightly as we stepped into the center of it all. “This is gonna be a long night,” she whispered, giving me a sidelong glance.

“I’ll stick with you,” I promised. “At least that way you won’t be suffering alone.”

Bella smiled faintly. “Deal.”

The party dragged on like we expected, with people coming up to Bella, congratulating her and trying to make small talk. She did her best to stay polite, but I could tell she was as uncomfortable as I was. Every now and then, she’d give me a look that said exactly how done she was with it all. We were the same—neither of us enjoyed being in the spotlight, and yet here we were.

But as the night stretched on, something started to feel… off. I couldn’t put my finger on it at first, but the air in the room felt different—heavier, more tense. Bella sensed it too. She kept looking around, her brow furrowing as the mood in the room shifted from festive to unnerving.

“Do you feel that?” she whispered to me, leaning in. “Something’s wrong.”

I nodded, keeping my eyes on Alice. “Yeah. Something’s up.”

Suddenly, I heard the quiet gasp of Alice. She stood perfectly still, her face blank as her eyes glazed over, deep in a vision. I tensed, my protective instincts flaring to life as I moved closer to Bella. Edward was already by her side, his face hardening as he looked at Alice with growing concern.

“Alice?” Edward called, his voice tight with urgency.

Alice didn’t respond. Her body remained frozen, her face tight with concentration, as if she were trapped in whatever vision had taken hold of her. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for her to snap out of it.

When Alice finally blinked back to reality, her expression was one of pure fear. The lighthearted party atmosphere evaporated in an instant.

“They're coming,” Alice said, her voice low and strained, her eyes locking onto Edward. “A vampire army. Victoria’s army. They’re coming for Bella.”

#x reader #alpha beta omega #the cullens #the twilight saga #twilight #edward cullen #paul lahote #twilight saga #jacob black

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harrycollins · 8 months ago

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I just need to suffer five days of work then I will have my long break and resub ffxiv to see Calian...

#delete later

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walker-extended-universe · 1 year ago

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#walker: independence #calian #calian day #poll

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captaincalian · 2 months ago

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Ahoy, mateys. Happy autumn!

My older sibling was feelin’ very unwell and had been cryin’ for hours so I made her soup, tea (chamomile with rose petals, orange peel & lavender) to help her sleep.

Always take the tide to relax & focus on yerselves. Autumn’s the best tide to do so. 🍂✨🦇

#unexpectedly busy day #please take care of yourselves #captain calian rambles

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renagaderex · 1 year ago

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“Oh yeah- I got the perfect playlist for this vibe~.”

Crusade is the Skeld’s coms expert. Calm and chill, they get along with virtually everyone aboard the Skeld. They can, however, be very loud, blasting music from the coms room, much to the Captain’s chagrin.

Their love for music inspired them to potentially one day become a DJ- because of this they playfully refer to themselves as “Crusade”.

This was an initial entry for Rodamrix’s Crewmate cameo discord event (10-01-2023 to 10-31-2023).

I got a touch too excited and threw Crusade in as my entry😅. But I felt that unfair and gave the spot to Calian.

In any case- I enjoyed the way this came out and decided to make this the first of my updated character sheets as a few changes have been made since.

thank you for viewing!

Crusade is an Among Us fan character.

do not repost without permission

#among us #rodamrix #rodamrix inspired #among us crewmate #among us imposter #amongus #imposter #crewmate rose #crusade

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rabbittwinrithings · 1 year ago

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So I know that, because it's from ESO, assuming that Caryalind has one is more or less fanon, but I was looking through the lore page on UESP for Altmer and found out about calians, then went down a rabbit hole of all the associated links. So now I'm curious; what would Cary's calian look like, and would Ganmen have ever threatened/implied that he'd have it broken?

So, I'm not *too* knowledgeable about these things so I can give an answer on how it would look. Who knows, I may make a design for it one day officially. But I will say probaly a common threat back home was to break it since it would basically be a threat to disown Caryalind. Kind of like a "You're no son of mine," like insult. But obviously, Ganmen never went through with it. Caryalind is his only child; he can't go through with it.

I do think it's a fun idea to imagine Caryalind got the upper hand against his father with this. Like, as Caryalind was packing to leave, Ganmen hurried to him, yelling at a loud display he made. (I imagine Caryalind declared he was leaving in a council room in front of many councilmen and his father.) Ganmen would claim what a disgrace his son was. That he wouldn't survive a day out there. That he needs this palace.

Caryalind moved over to his desk to grab some things and Ganmen followed to the other side. "Should I just break your calian? Let you be disgraced? Disowned? Let you know what it's truly like without?"

Caryalind was tired of it. He was tired of this fucking threat again and again and again. He hates his calian. It's like a prison key he must have at all times but can never use to free himself. Having enough, Caryalind just sets it on the table.

"Go on then," he says. "Break it. Let me know what's it's truly like to be disgraced, disowned, and to truly be without." He lets it set there for minutes that feel like eternity. Realizing the words he just said and the gravity of the situation. But he can't back out, all he can do is keep a straight of a face as he can. Ganmen just frowns and turns away.

"Come back once you've grown a spine." And leaves the room.

A wave of relief washes over Caryalind as he realizes from those feelings before how unable he is to truly let this place go; and he hates himself for it. But he couldn't stay here. He must leave. He must make a change. He must find something new. So he puts his calian away and continues to pack.

#this turned out longer than i mean to oops #caryalind thallery

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 2 months ago

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Dragontober: Circling Crow

Day 3: Queen

Summary: No sane Antivan wants to meet the Crows in a professional sense. Meeting the Crows that way means you have a trip to the Maker’s side soon. But people respected them, trusted them to keep Antiva safe.

For Alondra de Riva, she may have respected the Crows, but she never trusted them. Not after she became one.

Warnings: Murder. Mentioned/referenced forced miscarriages

9:49 Dragon

“Queen Anora has hired us,” the mission head annnounces. The group quiets from their snickering and mocking of Ferelden to fall quiet. They await the man’s orders. “To kill Arl Teagan and Chancellor Eamon.”

“Didn’t they hired us last year to try and kill Prince Duncan?” Mutters Alexander, the Crow muttering into Alondra’s ear.

“Yeah,” she hisses back.

“She figured it out. Can’t be the king aware. He’d hire his pet,” sneers Marcia, the elf sharpening a dagger.

Everyone shifted in their seat, thinking of it.

Prince Duncan lived because the Heor of Ferelden and her elven lover the former Crow Zevran had enabled it.

If it hadn’t annoyed the crows so much, Alondra would be impressed. She’s always admittedly been impressed by the former Crow. But this… after the beating a to frustrated teacher gave, it was hard to feel enjoyment.

“We kill them quick and clean,” orders the lead Crow. The group nods.

It doesn’t go as planned. Luckily Alondra is waiting in shadows just in case. Chancellor Eamon runs out of the door in the windmill, eyes wide in shock as he pauses, the smell of lamp oil thick in the air.

“The Antiva Crows send their regards,” Alondra lifts a hand of crackling magical fire.

“I paid you,” wheezes the old man. “We had and agreement-“

“There is no loyalty in the Crows except to themselves,” Alondra drops the fire and watches the man burn.

There is no loyalty among the recruits either. They will kill each other over everything.

(Alondra spots King Alistair in the shadows as she lurks awaiting for the lead to finish his report to the Queen. The man is holding his infant son, eyes impassive.

Queen Anora has had seven miscarriages. Prince Duncan is their only child.

Alondra thinks of a poison she knows that will abort a babe. She thinks of the shock in Eamon’s eyes and how Alexander mentioned having been in Ferelden when they were fifteen to poison the Queen. She thinks of this and wonders how long this murder was in the works for. And when the King gave up all fond memories of the man who raised him in the stables.)

Notes: I feel like I need to… not defend but explain: I don’t like Eamon and I’ve always been very suspicious about his reasonings behind hating Anora and pushing for Calian to marry Celene. Which is a whole OTHER conversation about how the whole thing to me stinks of either Calian being that fucking stupid to marry the woman who rules the country his FATHER freed them from or him trying to catch Eamon in treason.

Like seriously it has to be one or the other. No in between.

But okay so I’ve always held the headcanon Eamon was doing something to Anora to lessen her chances of having a baby to further his ends. Was Teagan actually part of it? I dunno but I also know he was probably complicate in Alistair’s abuse and he was completely fine with his brother pushing for this. So I can’t see him being squeaky clean.

And of course once he has a kid, Alistair‘s blinders get ripped off. More so when he is alerted to someone hiring the Crows, and the trail leading back to one person.

But anyway- yeah that’s my own views.

#dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #dragontober #Alondra de Riva #dragon age rook

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So since the synopsis for 1x13 has a lot of people worried (me included) I wanted to point out some things that hopefully indicate they aren't backtracking with Tom?.. Tagging @walker-extended-universe and @laf-outloud ‘cause I’m quietly reading you guys and I don’t think I’ve seen people mention this.

Pic 1: I've spent the last week editing a vid with guys of WIndy and I've started paying A LOT of attention to their hats since I had to combine scenes, and I've noticed that in the flashbacks when Abby starts suspecting Shane, the killer wears a pretty specific hat with a textured/braided band (I believe it’s called band, not ribbon?). Know who else wears it? Shane when Abby first sees him in Independence. Granted, in all the scenes after that he wears a different one with a plain smooth one. But still, he IS the owner of the killer's hat. :D And by this time, I've spent enough time editing WIndy to know I've never seen such a hat on Tom (he appears to own one hat with like a smooth two-layered band of sorts). Plus, the killer as of 1x09 has those mimic wrinkles near the lips that Shane has and Tom doesn't (unless he's smiling, and the killer wasn't smiling).

Pic 2: Another interesting thing that I've noticed is that they've reshot this scene because the angle and the face under the hat look a bit different in the pilot and in 1x09. Notice how in the pilot we got more of a closeup shot where you can’t see much of the hat and the killer doesn’t look like Shane + in 1x09 there’s more blood on the hand (and I think the blood pattern on the sleeve is a bit different as well?). It’s a bit of a prof deformation as a cosplayer, but I just tend to look very closely at makeup, costumes, all that. I think this means two things:

1) When they were shooting the pilot, they didn't know if the show would be picked up and haven't cast anyone as Shane. 2) For them to go and reshoot part of that scene with Timothy to show it for all but 2 seconds seems like a hell of a lot of extra hassle if they planned on going back to "yeah, Tom did it, Shane is a red herring". What seems more likely to you guys, that they had spent all that extra time recreating the killing scene because they had nothing better to do or because they maaaaaybe plan on showing it with the killer’s face fully visible, so they had to reshoot it with the actual culprit’s face? I’m betting on the second one.

And now my two cents on some theories and discussions I’ve already seen flying around, putting them under the cut.

Someone left a comment on my latest Tabby vid the other day saying they think that even if Shane killed Liam, Tom should have still known Shane did it from the start, and ummmm no, that's easily debunked by Tom being surprised when he sees Shane has a gun now and literally asking him, “what is this, you carry a gun now?”. In a room with just the two of them, so there was no potential audience for him to play to & it makes no sense for Tom to know Shane is a killer before Abby came to tell him.

The thing I've also noticed with WIndy is how the writers love to plant small details early on and then building upon them later on. I was genuinely surprised by the sheer amount of those small details while editing, almost nothing in WIndy comes out of nowhere just because the plot suddenly demands it. Like for example when Kate jokingly guessed that Hoyt bunked at the undertaker, and then when they needed a Jane Doe, Hoyt knew the undertaker always had an unknown body to sell. Or how Kai saw Kate receive a telegram early on, and many more things like that. With that in mind, they've told us at least twice this season that Tom repeatedly got blamed for things Shane did, so to me that seems like a setup for something similar with Gus' attack/Liam's murder.

Plus at this point... it would make zero sense for Tom to end up being this big bad. He was willing to get beaten up to "make something" of the town, he stopped Calian's execution, he went into the dust storm to save a stranger etc etc. Those are all acts of someone who CARES. Like who's capable of caring, not a cold-blooded killer. Not some sociopathic mastermind, and Tom would freaking have to be a total sociopath to kill Liam, shoot Abby and all of the sudden hurt Gus. Time and time again he tried to help others and was reluctant to hurt others (even indirectly with forbidding the opium den) unless they hurt him (then straight to the torture barn they go). Still, in no universe him ending up as THE antagonist makes sense. He's not the good guy, he's got a long way to go, but THE bad guy? Doesn't sit well with me. I hope they don’t ruin all the amazing buildup they’ve done.

The episode title also bothers me a lot, idkkkk hopefully they're aware Tom is a fan favorite, so killing him off would be like shooting themselves in the foot. Even with fanvids I see how much people are interested in content with Tom specifically, so he's really THE character that can potentially get more people interested in watching the show. I love the whole cast and all the characters dearly, but Tom and Kate became my two absolute favorites, with Tom specifically we got this amazing morally grey character and I just can't imagine WIndy without him, pretty sure I'm not the only one. Backtracking with him at this point for pure shock value would just ruin... well, not everything, but a lot.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk. :D

#walker independence #windy #walker: independence #tom davidson #walkerverse #windy spoilers #maybe? if people didn't read the spoilery synopsis #I know I'm hyperfixating with this show but otherwise it's doomscrolling on twitter for me and my mental state just can't take it

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