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Sir Glenn of Glenwood is a fanfic about an original character in the world of The Elder Scrolls 5: Skyrim.
Chapter 1
Sir Glenn of Glenwood.
An Imperial loyalist caught trying to cross the border into Skyrim. Mistaken for a deserter by his own people, he was to be put on the block. He suddenly felt more kinship with these rebels than with his people. He had been loyal for years. He had been loyal even as they took him towards the block.
"NEXT, the Imperial in the Rags," the words from the Legete stung. For years.
An echo from ages past escaped from the mountains around the imperial town.
A pause.
“Legete, did you hear that?” The legete ignored the question from the decorated soldier next to her.
“I said, next prisoner.” Sir Glenn felt the heat of her glare on his skin. The air around him icy, his breath visible from his mouth. The Imperial took a step forward. When another echo came from the mountains, he stopped.
“There it is again.” The soldier said.
“Next prisoner,” The Legete growled.
Sir Glenn started forward, his bare feet pinker in the cold. For some reason he didn’t feel it upon his skin. He felt he knew how the Nords felt in the winter. The Imperial in the rags reached the headsman.
“Only a coward hides his face,” Sir Glenn growled. The headman remained silent, only his bright blue eyes showing through his hood.
“Shut up,” The Legete shoved him down on his knees, in the bucket was the head of the rebel that died before him. A boot in the middle of his back pushed him down. The headsman heaved his axe onto his shoulder and stood above Sir Glenn.
A tower rose behind the hooded man, blocking the sun, and creating a halo effect around him. From further behind the tower, a winged black shape soared above the mountains. The roar that erupted from its maw was louder than any Khajjit he had met in Elsweyr.
“What in OBLIVION is that?” He heard the general, Tullius shout.
“Archers, what do you see?” The Legete called.
It was a dragon. Sir Glenn looked up from his position, helpless. The headsman continued his motion, oblivious to the beast behind him. As he reached the apex of his swing, the dragon came out of its dive, filled its massive black wings with air and landed on the tower. The tower and ground shook below the beast, knocking the headsman off balance. The man fell, allowing Sir Glenn to roll away. From the sky behind the dragon, Sir Glenn could see fireballs beginning to rain down from the sky.
“Imperial,” One of the rebels called from behind him. Sir Glenn spun around to see most of the rebels retreating toward a tower. “Come on, into the tower!”
Sir Glenn felt the familiar rush of excitement. A battle was his comfort zone. He followed the rebels into the tower, where a medic was already working to save a rebel from burn wounds. The injured man groaned in pain as the magic worked to heal his burnt skin, to no avail.
“Jarl Ulfric, could the legends be true? Is that a dragon?” The soldier asked the man in the decorative cloak. Sir Glenn remembered the soldier from the wagon ride in. His name was Ralof.
The man who he spoke to in the cloak spoke for the first time, for the Imperials gagged him on the way in. It was a rumble from his chest, and Sir Glenn could feel the power this man had.
“Legends don’t burn down villages.” He turned to the stairs.” Up the tower now! Before the dragon brings it down on top of us!”
Sir Glenn headed up the tower as the man said. In the middle of the tower, one of the Stormcloacks was already trying to move boulders from the ceiling out of the way to access the roof.
“Come on, help me move this,” he motioned towards Sir Glenn. Before the Imperial could take a step, the wall crashed in on the man knocking him to the hard ground. A stream of fire as bright as the sun bathed him in heat. Sir Glenn retreated a few steps down the stairs. The inferno ceased as quickly as it had begun and the dragon took flight.
“Come on, jump through to the inn. I'll meet you on the other side.” Ralof said.
Sir Glenn didn't question it. He jumped through the landing and rolled in the inn. Fire crackled around him as he searched for a way out.
He walked across the room. He could see that the stairs had collapsed on the far side of the room. Closer to him, the floor gave way and gave access to the ground floor.
The destruction caused by the dragon was immense. Fires burned around the town leaving scorched bricks and burnt wood.
The inn was in shambles. Plates and fresh food scattered the ground in the wake of the dragon. Atop a barrel, Sir Glenn grabbed an intact bottle of ale and downed it. As he continued through the building the fire burned around him and the ceiling behind him collapsed.
“By the Nine, I'm getting out of here.” He took the bottle and turned it on end, downing it in one go. He shook his face as he finished, savoring the taste.
“The stormcloak did mention an ale with Juniper Berries,” he said to himself. As he ran out of the inn through a collapsed wall, he saw the Imperial soldier from before that was unsure about his execution.
“Hamming,” the soldier shouted at a child running towards him, “over here! That’a boy!” As he made it around the corner of the house that they hid behind, the dragon landed and spewed a jet of fire in their direction. The heat that radiated from the flame, made Sir Glenn turn away.
“Damn, Hamming, stay with Jaurad.”
“God's guide you Hadvar.” The man, Jaurad said, his voice hoarse.
“Still alive prisoner? Good. Keep close if you want to stay that way.”
Hadvar ran towards the direction of the keep.
“Stay close to the wall.” He said as he hugged to the wall. Moments later, Sir Glenn heard the low swoop of giant wings. A crash of bricks fell from the wall as the giant wings of the dragon hung from above the two men. Flame erurpted above their heads, and Sir Glenn looked up at the dragon. The dragon closed its jaws, shutting off the flame. Cocking its head to one side, Sir Glenn and the dragon made eye contact. A chill went down his spine.
The dragon righted its head, and jumped off the wall, unfurled its wings and took to the sky. In front of him, was the target of the dragon's fire. A man curled in a ball, skin smoking and peeling. Sir Glenn looked around the man’s remains, he lay across his sword.
The two men kept moving. They walked through the remains of a collapsed house to come out to the front gate. Sir Glenn recognised one of the men that held the open ground. General Tullius, the bastard was still alive.
“Hadvar,” The general yelled out, “To the keep soldier, we are leaving!”
“You hear that prisoner? Stay close!” The soldier took off at a run towards a large bridge at the point of collapse. On a second look Sir Glenn realized that it was a toppled tower, leaning against the outer tower of the keep. The two ran under and came to another open plaza in front of the keep.
From the opposite side of the plaza, Ralof the Stormcloak emerged.
“We’re leaving Hadvar. You aren’t stopping us this time.” Ralof said, looking at Sir Glenn.
“Fine, I hope that dragon takes you all to Sovngarde.”
The two ran past each other and Ralof looked at Sir Glenn,”Come on Imperial, we are escaping!”
Hadvar stopped.
“Good luck, Hadvar.” Sir Glenn said as he turned to go with the stormclock. He didn’t look back. Ralof opened the door and the two headed inside.
“He’ll get out, you can count on it.” Ralof said.
Inside the keep was eerily quiet and a stormclock lay bleeding next to the table across the room. On the left side of the room was a sturdy wooden gate. It looked to be lever operated but Sir Glenn didn’t see a lever in the room. To the right was a metal gate. Sir Glenn took a couple steps in the room, coming fully into the torch light.
“Gods, Gunnar,” Ralof knelt to the dead stormcloak. “Take his armor and put it on. Give that axe a few swings too. He won’t be needing it any longer.” Sir Glenn took the man's armor, unbuckled the straps and slid it off him. The right shoulder was smeared in blood and the material was sliced, but it didn’t bother Sir Glenn.
From the direction of the wooden gate, a womans voice was heard.
“Get this gate open soldier, Now!” Her voice low and threatening. A single thought came to the Imperials head. Forget the list, he goes to the block. Sir Glenn smiled. Since the moment he had laid eyes on the legete he knew that he would kill her.
“Shh, you hear that,” Ralof whispered, “Imperials, hide!” The two men took up positions on either side of the gate. As the chain drew upwards, the gate followed and the legete and another soldier walked through.
“Stormclocks,” The legete shouted as Sir Glenn swung the axe at her chest. The blow bounced off the shield she brought up just in time. Sir Glenn growled as she struck back. Dodging her blow, he swung again. Her shield dented and her shoulder buckled. She retreaded a couple steps but Sir Glenn stayed hot on her trail. Giving her no time to rest, the large Imperial man strung together a combination of four swings, each one driving the woman closer to the ground. As a final blow, Sir Glenn impaled his axe deep into the crease of her neck and shoulder.
“Dammit,” she said, choking out blood. Sir Glenn jerked his weapon out and threw it on the ground.
“Get me that hammer he had,” he said to Ralof. The stormcloak knelt to pry it out of the soldiers hands. Sir Glenn took the woman’s helmet and the soldiers armor. It only took him a couple minutes to completely tie all the knots. Once he donned the helmet, Ralof nodded.
“Let’s get out of here, this way.” He briskly walked to the metal gate, “damn, locked. See if they had a key.” The tall Imperial knelt next to the legetes body, checking her pockets as he looked for the key. He pocketed a small bag of coins and found the key tied around her neck. He tossed the key to Ralof, who unlocked the door and headed deeper into the keep.
They walked down a spiral set of stairs and the ground above them rumbled as the dragon roared above. Once they were at the end of the stairs they came to a long hallway. Halfway into the hallway, a group of stormcloaks beckoned to Ralof. In the moment after, a crack opened in the ceiling above them with a loud roar. Debris and bricks fell into the hallway, cutting the two groups off from each other.
“Come on, this way.” Ralof said, opening a door to a room on the left. Across the room was a lit fireplace, the hot flames reminiscent of the dragon fire. To the right we’re several tables, plates with food still on them. In the middle of the room two men spun around, brandishing weapons.
“Damn Imperial's,” Ralof snarled as the men charged. Sir Glenn brought the hammer up taking a mans strike in the center of the shaft. The iron sparked and clanged. The soldier gathered himself and struck again. Sir Glenn jumped out of the way, swung, and missed. The soldier attacked and caught air as Sir Glenn again dodged the attack. The hammer came down before the soldier could react. His eyes crossed as his skull cracked. For a moment he stood there. Not realizing that his head had been split open, then he collapsed on the ground.
Ralof threw the other soldier to the ground after impaling him through the stomach. Sir Glenn checked the men for items but both came up empty.
“This is a storage room. Check around for anything useful.” Ralof said, opening a barrel and fishing out a few potions. On the shelf on the opposite side of the room, Sir Glenn spotted a few small green and red bottles. He stashed them in a pack that was laying on a table in the center of the room. After shouldering the pack he cracked the lids off of two barrels next to the shelf. Inside the first was nothing but red apples, the imperial pondered it a moment before stuffing one inside for later. The second was much more rewarding. In the bottom, lay an assortment of potions.
Sir Glenn moved on, meeting with Ralof at the door.
“You ready? Well let’s go.” He said. They came out of the other side of the collapse. To the left the hallway ran deeper into the keep. Ralof started at a run down the stairs. Sir Glenn followed close.
Outside the dragon roared again.
As they retreated deeper into the dungeons, the smell became foul.
“Oh, gods. The torture room.” Ralof said, bring his sword up. Down the stairs the familiar sound of swords clashing echoed up. The smell of singed hair lingered in the air.
The two men spilled into the torture room finding a pair of stormcloaks mid-fight with the torturer and his assistant. The assistant swung a large mace at a wiry male in an oversized tunic. He attempted to block the blow but his shield gave under the pressure. Splinters showered his face and his shoulder dislocated from its socket. He cried out but it ended when a bolt of lightning from across the room flung him across the floor. The crackle of electricity humming from his body.
Sir Glenn went straight for the assistant, swinging his hammer overhead in a circular motion. The man parried one swing but lost his weapon in the second. Sir Glenn brought his hammer down across the mans shoulder. He could hear the bones cracking, as it traveled. The man collapsed to the ground, and Sir Glenn spun to face the remaining opponent. The torturer himself, an older man, with a hood covering his head, backed himself into a corner. He took a deep breath before accepting his fate and collapsing on the ground.
“Was that a spell?” Sir Glenn asked. He walked over to the man’s body, which was pulsating with electricity. “He’s dead for sure,” The Imperial raised his hammer and brought it down, crushing his chest, “but just to be sure.”
Behind him was a room, gated off with iron bars all around. The gate was ajar and Sir Glenn went inside. On the brick wall, shields, swords, and hammers hung from a weapon rack. Sir Glenn looked at the hammers. Trading his bent iron hammer for a newer steel one, he left the room.
“Imperial, come here.” Ralof said. The two remaining Stormcloaks huddled around a cage. Inside a dead mage. Sir Glenn reached through the bars and picked up a blue potion, and a little coin pouch that was on the man.
“Long arms don’t need a lockpick,” Ralof joked.
Sir Glenn stood and followed Ralof to the exit of the room. On a table, a black book with the dragon of the Empire, rested. Sir Glenn picked it up and opened the cover. The Book of the Dragonborn. He pocketed it, wanting to read it later.
The small group continued deeper, past the dungeon. The dungeon was littered with bodies and skeletons. More than one wore the uniform of Stormcloak.
Sir Glenn wondered if Ralof knew anyone in here. The man had a sad look on his face as they walked through the room. The room narrowed to a hall leading to a large open room. To the right, down a set of stairs were two Imperial soldiers, standing next to a flowing stream. Beyond them was a set of stairs back up onto the platform above them.
Directly in front of him was a small wooden bridge that crossed the small stream. One soldier was before the bridge and two were beyond. Out of five men, not a single one noticed as the three walked in.
Sir Glenn went down the stairs, heading straight for one of the unsuspecting soldiers. He grabbed him in a headlock and flipped him on his back. He slammed the hammer into the mans sternum, the man’s life force leaving his eyes.
An archer from the raised platform shouted and nocked an arrow. Sir Glenn ran and put the second soldier between him and the archer. An arrow flitted past with a zip. Sir Glenn easily blocked the attack from the soldier in front of him. A second arrow narrowly missed his left leg. He looked up and deflected a blow from the soldier again. He struck the man in his right knee, which collapsed as expected. Immediately he grabbed the man and an arrow stuck deep in his chest. The soldier cried out and went limp in his arms.
Fifteen meters were between Sir Glenn and the archer. The man reached behind him for another arrow. Sir Glenn took off at a run towards him. The man fumbled when he looked up at the huge man barreling in his direction. The arrow dropped to the ground with a clatter and the hammer pinged off of the archers skull.
“Nice fighting there Imperial,” Ralof commented.
“I'll wait here for Jarl Ulfric.” The other soldier said.
Ralof clapped him on the shoulder and gave him a nod.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.” The Nord said, walking towards the exit. They walked through a natural passage with a wooden drawbridge. Sir Glenn pulled a lever on the ground and it fell down with a thud.
The two men walked across the bridge. Below was the small stream that continued from the previous room. Once they crossed the bridge, they heard another roar and the cracking of bricks as the ceiling caved in on top of the bridge and closing the passage.
“Damn that dragon doesn’t give up easy. Don’t worry they’ll find a way out.” In truth, Sir Glenn had forgotten that other stormcloaks had been in the keep.
They turned around to face the expanse before them. The cave was dark and dust hung in the air from the rock collapse. Roots covered rocks on the far side of the room and seemed to crawl upwards.
They walked down the stairs to the cave floor. There was a tunnel on the far side of the room that most likely led out. The two men followed the tunnel and came out to another room, this one was about thirty feet to the ceiling and had a large hole covered in spider webs at the top.
As they walked in, a crack sounded from above them as an enormous spider descended from the ceiling above. Poison dripped from its fangs as it twitched towards the two. They split apart forcing the creature to choose. It veered towards Ralof and two small spiders climbed out from rocks near Sir Glenn.
Sir Glenn jumped as one nipped at his ankle. He brought his hammer down on top of the small ones, and one by one he crushed them.
The large one was still engaged with Ralof, who rolled out of the way from its huge fangs. It clicked its fangs together in frustration as Ralof faced it again. Sir Glenn came up behind the spider and crushed a leg with his hammer. The spider tried to turn towards the new opponent and Ralof saw his moment and he thrust his sword through a gap behind the head of the creature.
It squealed in pain before collapsing on the ground with a thud.
“Giant spiders. What’s next, giant snakes?” Ralof said, with a smile on his face.
Sir Glenn chuckled, but didn’t say anything back. As the two men continued through the cave, they entered a small hallway that snaked around for several meters. Finally the path opened into another cavern. This one was much shorter than the previous one with the spiders.
A natural bridge projected over the stream which still flowed below. The two walked over the land bridge, Sir Glenn marveled at the cave. It had crevices that emitted light, glowing mushrooms, and more. Sir Glenn looked over the glowing mushrooms that was closest to him. It grew from the wall and went upwards towards the ceiling.
As they walked Ralof stopped suddenly.
“Stop, there’s a bear up ahead. I’d rather not tangle with her right now.” He said crouching down. Sir Glenn looked at the bear. It’s black fur and huge size made him guess that it was a species of Cave Bear. He knew that they could be found in the northernmost province.
It tossed in its sleep, causing Sir Glenn’s heart to leap. He didn’t want to fight it either. It wouldn’t be a fight in his favor.
Carefully he stepped around a pillar, making less than a whisper. The bear tossed again and he froze. He glanced back at Ralof, who had his eyes fixed on the bear. The Imperial looked back into the direction of the bear who lifted its head and sniffed the air.
Ralof drew his bow. His eyes zeroed in on the bear. It tossed his head back, stood on his hind legs and let out a roar. Ralof released the arrow. It zipped past Sir Glenn’s head and impaled into the chest of the bear.
The bear fell back onto all fours and stalked towards them. Sir Glenn stepped forward and brought up his hammer. The bear lunged at him, the enormous paw narrowly missing his shoulder as he dove out of the way. Another arrow impaled the beast in the right shoulder as Sir Glenn brought the hammer down on the back of its neck. It roared and stood again on all fours, swiping with its front paws. The Imperial jumped back, dodging the attacks.
Sir Glenn then bolted forward and swung his hammer low and made contact with a bone in the bears leg.
Crack!
The animal doubled forward and collapsed on its now bum leg. Another arrow came from Ralof, this one embedding deep in its neck. The bear backed up, realizing it had lost the fight. Sir Glenn swung upward this time, catching the bear by the lower jaw.
The bears eyes crossed and Sir Glenn chained another swing in, this time downwards. The skin and bone cracked and blood seeped from the wound on the top of its head. It collapsed and the last breathe left its lungs.
“Not one for the sneaky approach, are you?” Ralof laughed.
“Not with all this clanky armor, no.” the Imperial said with a smile.
The two continued through the cave, finding no more enemies in the cave. They reached the end of the cave within a few minutes.
They crawled out of the crevice, into the daylight.
“Hide! Here it comes!” Ralof whispered, hoarsely. The two ducked close to an outcropping of boulders.
With two flaps of its great black wings, the dragon flew past them, faster than anything they’d ever seen. Within a few moments, it flew over the mountain to the north and out of sight
#skyrim fanfiction#skyrim#the elder scrolls#bethesda#sirglenn#sosuaveh#black excellence#fan fic#fantasy#fanfic#fandom#i have not edited this#this is raw#tes#the elder scrolls 5#elder scroll#no editing#i’m writing a fanfic#steam#fallout#screenshots#morrowind#black#chapter 1#Sirglennchapter1#chapter1glenwood
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something i wrote for my fic “let me die, let my ghosts haunt me” that i had to scrap because with recent changes, it no longer fits the story :)
He woke with a gasp, seeing a vast void surrounding him.
“Where… where am I?” He asked himself, pushing himself to standing. There was nothing around him. Not up, nor below.
“Hello?” He called, reaching up to adjust his mask. “Is anyone there?”
He heard the call of a crow and his hand instantly went for his sword, but- His inventory was gone. He couldn’t access it at all. Another crow cawed, and he felt a shiver down his spine.
“Phil?” He yelled. “Is that you!?”
There was a laugh, and suddenly there were a thousand crow eyes looking at him from all directions. He stumbled back, breath heavy as he looked around. The crows started cawing, overlapping, growing louder until Dream had to press his hands over his ears. He screamed as his ears bled, the crows so loud when-
They stopped. All stopped at once and he looked up. They still stared at him, beady eyes unflinching.
“What is this?” He demanded.
There was a whoosh of air, and the crows took off into flight. The sound of flapping wings made him wince and he rubbed his ears. Blood stained his fingers and he wiped them on his sweater. Suddenly, something appeared in the void.
Landing in front of him, a tall lady with large wings, a veiled sun hat and long, purple dress looked down at him with angry eyes.
“Who are you!?” Dream stumbled back, hands curling into fists.
The lady laughed, leaning over him. “You don’t know who I am?”
He shook his head, a chill running down his spine. “No.”
She grinned, lips painted black parting to reveal perfectly white teeth. “I am Death,” she said calmly. “But I am also a mother. And I know what you did to my son.” She laughed again, and Dream glanced around for something- anything! “Tommy. He’s my youngest, and I love him dearly. Don’t bother trying to leave, you can do nothing.” Her gaze sharpened. “This will be fun.”
And then the crows swarmed him, pecking and scratching at him. He screamed, trying to swat them away but there were too many-
He fell to his knees, curling into a ball as his mask was yanked away by a crow. He covered his face with his hands, screaming in pain.
#dream smp#mumza#she gets a little bit of murder. as a treat#i have not edited this#i apologize for any spelling errors
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#arcane#arcane spoilers#arcane season 2#viktor arcane#jayce arcane#vi arcane#caitlyn kiramman#jayvik#caitvi#like damn i didn't even have the time to appreciate it was already over i'm crying#anyway i can't wait for actii#my edits#gif#gifset
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I'm always entertained by people doing those "canon VS fanon" memes where both are misunderstanding characters to such a violent degree 'cause like
#sp-rambles#“Canon is when they do not cry nor have emotions whatsoever and fanon is when they sob 24/7”#Like idk buddy I think it Depends#Edit: Since this is getting moderately popular#Yes this was made about Sans but also for TF2#You don't know the hell that is the TF2 fandom and how they treat these characters lol#Because how the hell do you misinterpret such simplistic characters who have like 2 or 3 personality traits each
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i feel like a lot of the 'i hate kids' crowd would be more tolerant if they understood that due to a kid's limited experience of the world that 4 hour flight might just be the longest they've ever had to sit still for or that trapped finger might literally be the most pain they've ever felt in their short life or they might not have ever seen a person with pink hair ever so of course they want to touch it or nobody's told them yet that they can't run around the museum and they only just learned cheetahs are the fastest animals so of course they want to put that to the test. how were they supposed to know etc etc.
#like majority of the time kids are not just 'being naughty'. they have big feelings inside little bodies it's a lot#also like.#it should be illegal to dye your hair fun colours if you aren't prepared for kids in public to ask if youre related to a my little pony#EDIT: the notes on this post are an absolute cesspool. i don't care about your reasons for hating kids you sound like a disney villain
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arcane ships be like
i love a show that teaches equality (😭😭😭)
#guys i don't actually ship jayvik but it was necessary for the reference#sorry for the quality btw i threw this together#timebomb#jayvik#caitvi#arcane#arcane spoilers#arcane season 2#EDIT: multiple people have pointed out that the labels i've used aren't the characters' real sexualities. and they're right#there's actually NO labels in runeterra so i shoulda said m/f m/m and f/f relationships#but you guys already gave this 13k notes so whatever bro#just know!!! they are more than whatever nathaniacolver post labels them as! :)#EDIT AGAIN AFTER THE FINALE: I DO INDEED NOW SHIP JAYVIK. DAFUQ
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they're burning ballots in the US now btw. in case you wanted to know where things are at.
Edit: to clarify, locations mentioned are Vancouver, Washington and Portland, Oregon. This news story does not involve Canada.
Important info: Context: Dropbox location was Fisher's Landing Transit Center near Southeast 162nd Avenue Hundreds of ballots lost, voters should contact the Clark Auditor ASAP Clark Auditor contact info: clark.wa.gov/auditor (Washington voters) can confirm your ballot was received on: vote.wa.gov (Oregon voters) can confirm your ballot was received on: sos.oregon.gov General Ballot tracker: voteamerica.org/ballot-tracker
#us politics#god i wish i didnt have to care about this election this much#i hate you USA i really do fucking hate you#us election#edit: added helpful links. i dont want this to be just a doompost.
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#'who was this about' dont worry <3#EDIT hi i didnt realize this would get notes LOL. um everyone reblog with what character ur thinking of because im NOSEY i WANNA SEE#edit 2 to everyone trying to guess what the character i made this for was. youre all wrong. this was about kamen rider#youd think lupin because of my profile picture but alas i have other interests as well...#anis gaymer moments
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am i blanchin?
girl we blanchin!!
HI HIII happy birthday to everyone's favorite mystery twins!! how did they grow up so fast!!!!
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#gravity falls#gravity falls fanart#mabel pines#dipper pines#still wild to me to have once been just barely older than them when the show was first airing#and now........ ough..#anyways i think starting today im gonna slowly start watching back through gravity falls again :) gotta return to my roots!!!#edit thank god i finally have a new keyboard i couldn't add any of my resource links on mobile ;0;
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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
#yeehaw#1k#5k#10k#posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference#edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense#also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags#1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now#he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic#2) “why didn't he use 🫵🏼?” didn't exist yet. “why didn't he use 🆗?” dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. 👌🏼 is an ok sign#like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent 👉🏼👌🏼 as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock#3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing#it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is#extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once#it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life#i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about#Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect#if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it#aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week
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So a lot of political scandals just dropped in the last 24 hours
-NC Governor Candidate Mark Robinson's online posts were found, including some VERY graphic descriptions (like seriously, do not read if you're not 18) of him cheating on his wife, calling himself a black Nazi, and expressing support for reinstituting slavery. His email address was also found on Ashley Madison
-Robert F Kennedy Jr was revealed to be cheating on his wife with a reporter (and that isn't even the weirdest thing since federal law enforcement opened an investigation into him allegedly cutting off the head of a whale and taking it home with him less than 24 hours ago)
-GOP Senate candidate who is the CEO of a bank has been found accepting millions of dollars from what seem to allegedly be Mexican drug cartels.
-Finally, probably the biggest bombshell, according to multiple eyewitness testimonies within sealed sworn affadavits, Congressman Matt Gaetz allegedly invited a 17-year-old girl to a drug-fueld sex party
And we haven't even hit October, folks. Again, these are all still breaking news stories, so things are subject to change, but oh man oh man.
#politics cw#genuinely I think/hope this election cycle is what drives a stake through the heart of the maga movement#especially since Trump doesn't have much time left himself#edit: I messed up and had the wrong article for the whale story#just fixed it!
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License to Kitty.
#dungeon meshi#izutsumi#marcille donato#chilchuk tims#I still stand by my tags on the Izutsumi character study piece I did in January - but I will repeat myself on a few lines here:#I *really* love this character. I love that all of the dungeon meshi crew are complicated and have difficult to love components.#But Izutsumi is a particular kind of hard to love. I foresee a lot of people being turned off by her abrasiveness and lack of teamwork.#She is very self-centered and openly goes against what the party agrees on.#She's a picky eater in a story that is 50% about eating good and healthy food!#It is in part about her growth but admittedly even *then* she remains rather true to her self-centeredness.#Even though she isn't as nice or funny or compassionate as the others...Izutsumi is still someone worth loving.#Even the more difficult people are someone worth loving.#And those people in turn are people who have something and someone they love.#She may be a girlcat but she is the most human of them all.#I hope that if you are an anime only watcher and are feeling put off by her at the moment; you'll give her a chance.#By the way: *yes* I worked very hard to draw that skateboard pose. It was worth it.#EDIT: HAPPY 500th POST OF POORLY-DRAW-MDZS!!! What a comic to commemorate the milestone with!
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#ra speaks#it’s a silly joke/pun dw#we stay silly :3#edit:#woahg. that’s a lot of notes. hi everybody o/#10k. stop clenching your jaw and drink some water.#15k. eat some fresh fruit this week! I’m having kiwis tonight :]#20k. quit sitting like a shrimp it’s bad for your neck! sit up straight and do a little stretch every now and then#25k. I’m up at 2 AM but I’ll get to see the sunrise today :] if you can’t see that I hope you admire the sunset later today#30k. do something fun you haven’t done in a while. I haven’t drawn in months - I think I’ll paint a cat tomorrow :3#40k. I just slept 9 hours straight for the first time in weeks :] remember to ask for help when you need it! no glory in senseless suffering
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Gaby Soto is a gift
Edit: I missed one!
#dragon age#dragon age veilguard#dragon age the veilguard#da4#neve gallus#lucanis dellamorte#emmrich volkarin#bellara lutare#lace harding#veilguard#varric tethras#davrin#sorry taash :(#okay now im off tumblr#sorry these aren't great im sure someone else has better already up#gifs aren't in my bag of tricks#I had fun learning how to make em though#edit: I’ve tried making them a little little cleaner#I couldn’t get the davrin one small enough though so I just left the og of that one#They’re smoother now but not as crisp…. gif makers have patience I cannot dream of#this is is haaaaaard
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today in church one of the priests referred to trans people as "those who are growing into the gender they were called to be" and i'm kind of enjoying the idea of like....divinely ordained top surgery
#if god thinks i should get top surgery he needs to venmo me $9000 usd#there was someone in the gay social hour who said she had gotten kicked out of multiple catholic churches (for being trans)#and her therapist recommended this church specifically....#going into affirming churches still makes me a little emotional if i am being fully honest. if you have an affirming religious space#i hope you can hold onto that shit with your life#anyway. charming way to think about it i like it more than the bread and wine one personally#me#edit: to clarify this was at an episcopalian church
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i could, in theory, buy a tofu press
#cole in the kitchen#moby dick#stop asking me why i have so many copies of moby dick#also the abridged small one is the bendon edition cause it has a cool cover#just wait until i finally find that beautiful italian edition
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