#i had a feeling we would get apeak now

[whoseafraidofliloleme]

To everyone that reads my smaus, I am sorry for the person I will become when Speak Now Taylor's Version comes out. I will probably be radio silent and or obsess over this album in multiple posts. There will be no in between.

Y'all better hope I've pre written the chapters 😂😂. Otherwise I'll be posting about Speak Now TV and that's about it. If there are chapters coming out expect them to include Speak Now TV somehow, Ill make it happen 😂.

Cause Speak Now was the album that made me a swifite, it holds a special place in my heart, I can't not gush about it to an insane extent. Honestly I'm not even sorry for the person I'll become 😂. I'll be insufferable and proud about it.

[thesmpisonfire]

is it wrong that i absolutely despise how this all came to light? as in, it all being so public instead of actually just being the creators lea approached apeaking to quackity, then us getting Q's announcement of a pause to do an internal examination and then later on a statement about what was going on? (which is how i believe it would have been worked out, had it not been so..... all of this)

like, on one side i am glad that this came all to light because obviously, it allows us as an audience and the main interested party in the project (as an audience) to put pressure in the conditions for the admins being fair and correct. but at the same time it's now leading to ill-intentioned looks onto the personal situations of the admins in an attempt to make them even more of a victim that they may or may not have been

like, as much as there was clearly a pressure on multiple of the admins (and update account admins/translators specifically, apparently) it's not right for anyone to start assuming EVERYTHING is tainted by being forced to do stuff or being scared of losing their job

i've also seen people bring up how "i cant believe all of this time we havent had credits for all of ricardao's art" when like. he specifically said he had asked to not give any of his @ or name because he didnt want people to find him

it's infuriating seeing the ramifications of all of this, and how it's morphing as the talks keep going, and i cant even imagine how the admins could ever feel if they saw people speculating like that about experiencesthey have spoken about in a non-negative way

Same, specially how now there's literally a french organization that helps syndicates trying to get testimonies about the admin team in order to sue Quackity Studios. Lea has all 4 active qsmp french members writing a doc to show >> directly << to Quackity and Antoine admitted she went off the plan when going public. They all wanted her back but with all the info she leaked she's def not going back (Pomme is staying im 100% sure since she did nothing wrong)

Anyway. We shall see

[knightsimp]

Consequences (Part One)

Pairing: Ulfric Stormcloak x Dragonborn!Reader

Summery: You were Ulfric’s lover before the war started, but the war seemed to have turned him into someone different from the man you fell in love with.

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1,000+

Part: 1/2

Date Posted: March 17, 2020

Note: This fic starts before the events of Skyrim, when Ulfric killed the High King. And for the sake of this fic, the reader has a neutral stance in the war.

Another note: Me? Writing for Ulfric Stormcloak first and not Farkas? Who knew this was a reality.

Ulfric watched you pace as he leaned onto the backrest of his throne. 

“To kill the High King with the Voice... Ulfric you’ve taken this too far!��  Ulfric sighed, annoyed by your rambling.

“(Y.N), please.” He held his head in his hand. “This was a victory!”

“This was a stupid move!” Ulfric stood as you quickly approached him. “All of Skyrim will be speaking of this and you may have started a war with Cyrodiil!”

“Good!” Ulfric knew he was yelling now, but his pride kept him from calming down. “Let the people of Skyrim know that I, Ulfric Stormcloak, was the one who killed the High King with my mere voice! Let those damn Imperials know the power I hold.” Those in the throne room besides the fighting couple did not know what to do. 

“This damn war is getting out of hand!” You yelled back. “Do you not see what you’ve done in the grand scheme of this land?”

“For someone who is supposed to be on my side, you seem to sympathize with those filthy Imperials.” Your eyes widened, the rage inside you visibly growing, and you said,

“Be careful, Ulfric.” You voice was heavy. “Be careful with what you’re implying.”

“Or what?” He knew he had gone too far, but nothing was stopping him. “You’ll go running to the High King. Oh wait, he’s dead!” Not wanting to be there in the heavy air any longer, you scoffed and turned away sharply towards your shared bedroom. After hearing the heavy metal door slam, Ulfric slumped back down on his throne and let out the breath he did not know he was holding. Galmar took the chance to approach him.

“I’’m sorry, Ulfric, but we need to plan our next move. With the empire in shambles with the death of their king, we need to take this to our advantage.” Ulfric looked up at him. Though he tried to hide it, Galmar could tell he also felt the impact of that fight. Ulfric stood, needing a distraction.

“Alright.” He grumbled. 

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It was late at night. The sun had set hours ago. Ulfric made his was to his bedroom, wanting only to sleep.

He did feel bad. While you were there, hiding from everyone, probably questioning his love for you, he chose to plan the Stormcloaks’ next move. He was thinking of the bigger picture. In his mind, once the Stormcloaks win the war, you two would be able to relax and enjoy life in Skyrim a little more. No more would you need to chase after him and he would no longer have to be so urgent about what to do next. 

He entered the bedroom. There were no candles lit. He assumed you had fallen asleep.

“Love?” He mumbled, only loud enough for you to hear. He approached the bed and, in the pale moonlight, he could see you were not in bed. Slightly panicking, he took the candle on the small desk, next to the dress, and lit it. He then used the flame to light the candles which stood next to the large bed. With more light filling the room, he could see no sign of you. “(Y/N)? (Y/N)!” He walked out and went up to the guard on duty in the corridor. “Where is my wife?” The guard thought for a moment.

“I am not sure, sire.” He replied. “I have not seen her leave her bedroom after...” The guard was too afraid to apeak of that afternoon’s occurence, but Ulfric understood. 

Ulfric wandered the halls with a fast pace, trying to find any sign of you. From those who he asked, no one had seen you. 

You could not have sneaked out. 

Could you?

You would have not left undetected. Did you leave him? Was the fight you had in the throne room the final straw for you? Surely, you knew it was a momentary thing. You had your fights before, but it would always end with you in his arms. 

Quickly, he sped back to your bedroom, and realized the details he missed were the details of which were not there anymore. Your belongings were gone. Ulfric opened the wardrobe and found some, but not all, of your clothing gone. He notice how it was just enough for you to leave and be able to travel light. 

Ulfric was unable to fathom the thought of you leaving. He sat on his bed, on your side, thinking of what was happening. He leaned back on his hands, but felt something under the green covers. He lifted the blanket and found your journal. A page was marked by a dry quill. Ulfric brought his leg onto the bed and opened the leather book. The page which was saved was today’s entry.

I can’t stand it anymore. He read, hearing your voice as his eyes skimmed over the words. I love Ulfric. I love him with all of my heart, but this war is too much for us. I want to be with him and stand by his side, but my heart can’t take the violence any longer. In a war where I don’t pledge my allegiance to a side, even when I am married to the leader of the Stormclocks, there is too much for me. I plan to leave. Ulfric’s heart sank deeper. Not forever, but long enough for there things to calm down and for Skyrim to move past the death of the High King. I don’t know where I’ll go, but I want to leave Skyrim. But who knows? If I find a better life elsewhere, nothing is forcing me to come home to the chaos of Skyrim. I will miss Ulfric, no matter what I chose.

Whether you forgot your notebook or left it for him to read, he will never know.

One part of him wanted to be relieved that you did not plan to leave forever and you did plan on coming back, but the other part of him was louder and told him that you may never come back. Tamriel was not a safe world. The loneliness was setting in for him. Recalling the fight you had earlier in the day and all the other fights you have had, the stress you have had to endure due to his role in the war, he had a feeling you were not coming back.

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There is a part two I am working on! This is not the end! However, I don’t know if I want a happy ending or a sad ending.

Also, I actually went into Ulfric’s bedroom to see what it looks like for this fic lmao.