#it's like one bit but still

[knight-of-moths]

---Heartfire, 2nd, 4E 201---

Another damned word wall.

The worst part is, and I've neglected to relay this in my previous entries, that the words make sense. That as I stare at them, eyes glazed over in a daze, I can read that word and speak it alone.

This one was the dovah word for kill. As it enters my mind, it feels thick and heavy, like a meal that just won't settle. It makes me feel ill, itchy. Like a presense entering my mind that I didn't allow.

And worst of all, I'm the only one that can see what's happening. They can't.

I can't sleep. I'm sorry to them, if they're tired, but we must press on.

In an old abandoned fort, Kastav I think. Infested with rogue warlocks and necromancers. At least it's decently warm in here, comepared to the outside.

I know they're both probably tired, and I am too, but it'll be a great place to find some good stuff for enchanting. Gotta get Gore that flaming sword somehow.

Sadly not as much here as I hoped for.

Came upon a cave. Stillborn cave, the boys tell me. Full of falmer, freezing cold.

I'm ignoring my problems.

Down the road there's mine, with a smelter outside! Very convenient, since my bag is getting a tad too full from all the junk I keep picking up to smelt. Next to a mine too, maybe I can find some good minerals in it.

Mine had a decent amount of iron ore in it! A good haul, all smelted for later usage.

Also, I now suddenly realize I have taken wrong turn somewhere, as we are in Winterhold instead of Dawnstar. It's easy enough to get from one to the other, but I feel a bit foolish for headding in such a wrong direction.

We've arrived at the Winterhold inn. I've rented a room, and I intend to relax. Hopefully I can get some privacy for, frankly, personal reasons.

I went and found a secluded spot in the inn's basement to, well, relieve myself, as it were. The entire time I just kept having vivid fantasties of varying things, of werewolves, of dragons.

And yet I can't get him out of my mind. I feel like I'm losing it.

As I came upstairs he was sat in the chair across from the bed I rented. An oddity, he's usually in the main room or at the bar itself, drinking mead. Maybe he doesn't like this inn?

Maybe he's there for me.

Gods I feel ill. Mara give me strength.

[stargirl230]

you’re my hero!

bnha doomed yuri was not on my 2024 bingo card

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The squad of all time has arrived on scene.

[drownthehatch]

[batbabydamian]

*you opening the love letter* what does your damijon look like, pls pls pls pls pls pls pls, i know it would be so cute, i just know it 🙏🙏🙏

here you go! thank you for the ask, this was a lot of fun to do! they're working on a case together ^^

[twisting-in-wonderland]

why does he meow?

[canisalbus]

*carefully picks you up and peeks into your conch snail shell*

Ehm... Sorry to bother, but... Could we, maybe, possibly... see Vasco's wife and her lover pictured by your hand? Sorry again, thank you for listening. Take care.

*delicately lays you back into the water to prevent any stress or dehydration*

Unfortunately I don't have her lover figured out yet, but I think Ludovica looks something like this:

[hansoeii]

stede bunnet

[animalinvestigator]

happy 9 years

here's to 990 more

[wasyago]

various tango doodles

[thunderc1an]

how to love a stranger

[lovealwayssay]

I just did some math and, if Cas is as old as the earth, his 12 years with Dean is equivalent to like 0.08 seconds in a human lifespan. That’s less than 1/10th of a second, shorter than the blink of an eye. He knew Dean for such a short amount of time compared to his entire existence and it was enough to fundamentally change everything about Cas and how he sees the world. That’s absolutely insane to me.

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[olasketches]

I don't feel anything

[wardingshout]

Zelda goes mushroom girl

[schreibfederlaerm]

it's just really funny to me to imagine Fabian actually being a great big brother honorable nemesis.

like, putting a nemesis ward on the nursery with aelwyn's help since "it won't do if they die before their eighteenth birthday, will it?" (aelwyn, deeply sarcastic: "well of course, that is exactly why I put the ward on adaine's room." fabian, too deep in denial for sarcasm: "see? you get it")

gifting them a battle sheet baby blanket since they should start preparing for their battle early on (and yes it's extra fluffy, it's for a baby stop laughing everybody)

generally trying to teach them everything he knows "so their battle to the death will be a fair one"

giving their adventuring party the same lecture on tactics that the bad kids got from his papa

hunting down chungledown bim and any other nemesis so his sibling is the only one who could get a piece of his fund (he just wants it to stay in the family, shut up)

just. fabian being an amazing big brother but also if you call him that to his face he will cut you