#oblivion crisis 2

[thescrolls-haveforetold]

mitosis, otherwise known as the process in which a daedric prince ruins your timeline, and throws the king of morrowind back to his first council days.

[skxrbrand]

what if we re-opened the oblivion gates lol

[gabessquishytum]

Hob mistaken for a prostitute by Dream.

Hob is just sitting in this hotel bar getting a drink when this blazingly hot man walks up to him and starts talking.

Hob's leaving tomorrow and had been in dumb meetings all day selling his tech company for more money than he thought existed for an idea he came up with his late wife; He and Robyn will be set for life (2 or 3 lives). Hob just wanted a drink to decompress (and quietly freak out). Somehow, this hot guy, who didn't share his name, talked Hob up to his room and blew his back out/they blew each others' backs out (Hob honestly stopped tracking when they front'ed against the room door to a fast 1st one each).

When Hob wakes up the next morning to a pile of cash and a note on hotel stationary saying 'thanks and hope this covers it + tip', he's gobsmacked. 1. It was a lot of money - at least he's a good whore; and 2. Hob didn't think they connected for a long term thing or anything, but he certainly didn't think his stranger thought he was on the job!

Well, life is weird and full, and this will be a great story for his friends at the pub -- Joanna is going to give him so much sh*t. Hob certainly doesn't expect to see his stranger again, now.

This is my new favourite thing. I’m actually so tempted to throw this in my wip pile because omg. I LOVE sex worker Hob, but not-actually-a-sex-worker Hob is so fucking funny and weirdly hot.

Anyway, it keeps Hob from moping as he starts his new life with Robyn. Whenever he’s sad he has a little chuckle about that night. He’ll mutter “chin up, you’re a good whore remember?” whenever he’s having a crisis. He’s moved to this smallish village with a school for Robyn and a nice little pub where Hob has taken on a few shifts that he doesn’t need but hey, they were short staffed. He’s made a small circle of friends and Robyn’s grandparents are just down the road. It’s a very comfortable life.

And then one night he’s hanging out with his friends at the pub, and someone new comes in. Hob doesn’t get a glimpse until Joanna waves the stranger over and introduces him as an old uni mate.

It’s the guy. The hot guy who paid him £4000 cash for sex. Holy shit.

Their eyes meet and Hob feels his face turn bright red. The stranger introduces himself as Morpheus and sits down awkwardly next to Hob, while the rest of the group dissolves back into chatter. Which would be fine, except — Morpheus starts whisper-asking polite questions about Hob’s job. Do his friends know? Should Morpheus be discreet about their encounter? Is Hob being safe? Hob nearly dies there at the table. How’s he supposed to tell the guy that he’s a millionaire, not a rent boy?!

The worst part is, Morpheus is so fucking hot. Hob wants him all over again. And because he’s a fucking idiot, he lets Morpheus take him back to the little B&B he’s staying at nearby. Once again Hob is fucked into sweet oblivion in several different rooms, and when he’s too sore to go any more he takes over and finally fucks Morpheus on the actual bed. Morpheus gives him permission to stay the night and Hob thinks that he really, REALLY needs to come clean but. They both fall asleep.

In the morning over coffee in the kitchen, Morpheus says “I am afraid I only have £500 in cash. Do you have a PayPal account?” Just as Joanna pops in through the back door (it’s her girlfriend’s b&b, she has a key).

“Oh my GOD, Hob.” She says. “This is why EVERYONE assumes that you’re a whore!”

…and from there onwards, chaos reigns.

[skyrim-forever]

Possibly controversial post but I deeply don’t want tes vi to focus on a war between the Empire and the Dominion. Because I can see it as either going one of two ways:

1) The Empire wins and colonizes another land

2) The Dominion wins and continues their colonization

And quite frankly I don’t really wanna play a game of pick the colonizer from between two terrible empires. Mer getting slaughtered sounds awful but the Thalmor also have incredibly insidious plans so them winning is just as bad.

I really hope the next game is over a hundred years in from the events of Skyrim. Perhaps the war has already happened and is in the history books (would prefer if the Dominion pulled out of mainland Tamriel and the Empire just focuses on Cyrodiil but that might be too much to ask for). I don’t want it to be within the games living memory, because I don’t find that kind of conflict fun.

I would like the story to be something fresh and new, like the war becomes like oblivion crisis where it’s mentioned and important historical event but the plot is something else. Let’s brainstorm ideas! I’m cool with a Daedra attack (again!), evil wizard is always cool, more involvement from the Aedra, idk the Dwemer return???

Literally anything but having to pretend I care about a war again. Especially when everyone involved sucks and there’s no way to opt out.

But I am likely asking for too much

[teecupangel]

I just had a random plot bunny attack me at work. What if Desmond Miles was reborn as Sora from Kingdom Hearts with no memories of his former life? He goes through Kingdom Hearts (the first game) as normal but once we hit Chain of Memories things start to change. The plot of CoM is Memories and what is and isn't real. As Marluxia (or was it Axel) put it, "To lose is to find, and to find is to lose." Rather than Namine, Sora begins to remember his life as Desmond Miles. Kinda scaring Donald and Goofy. However it kinda goes away for a bit when Namine restores Sora's memories, for Kingdom Hearts 2 and Dream Drop. Yet Kingdom Hearts 3 is where it can get interesting again. Change out one of the 13 vessels for either Clay or Lucy and have Sora start to have an existential crisis and by the time of the Remind DLC when Sora uses the power of waking to save his friends, it's such a Desmond move that both parts of him are at peace.

Then he wakes up back on earth near the Grand Temple 11 years later, as the sixteen or seventeen year old Sora, or is it Desmond?

I’m gonna be honest with you, my highschool crush was Roxas so I wanna keep him in this idea but, my god, it would be so fun if Sora’s ‘nobody’ turns out to be one of his Bleeds.

But… we can actually keep Roxas since his looks is based on Ventus who was resting in Sora’s heart but we hint at his connection with Desmond Miles by making the prologue of KH2 dwell on his family and it’s talked about how he has an older brother, younger sister and younger brother. Namine later admitted that she wasn’t the one who wrote that in. It was Roxas himself who added that ‘detail’. ‘DiZ’ suggested that it was Roxas’ subconscious taking a bit of ‘memory’ from Sora but that doesn’t make sense when Riku tells him that Sora was an only child.

The real reason why they needed Roxas to merge with Sora is because Sora’s memories and Desmond Miles’ memories are not stable. His experience in Castle Oblivion and Namine’s powers only served to widen the gap between the two sets of memories.

Roxas, being both Sora and Desmond as his nobody, is meant to cover the gaps to stabilize him.

When the time came when Roxas and Sora became one, Desmond Miles’ memories go to sleep to stabilize Sora.

It wasn’t what DiZ wanted. He believed Desmond Miles’ memories was necessary for Sora to grow and defeat Organization 13 but they have no idea why Desmond Miles’ memories refused to resurface.

Until…

KH3 happens and everyone remembers Xion.

Because sure, one of the 13 vessels turn out to be Lucy or Clay (or maybe even Cross) but the most they were able to do was tell Sora that he wasn’t the chosen one. Desmond Miles was the chosen one. He just so happened to be a vessel to the real chosen one and Xehanort’s goal had been to awaken Desmond Miles to control Kingdom Hearts because Kingdom Hearts was an ‘artifact’ from another dimension that appeared in their dimension.

And Desmond Miles was an otherwordly soul, the only being that can control Kingdom Hearts.

And the reason why Sora can’t fully remember his life as Desmond Miles?

Because he wasn’t the true vessel.

See…

Desmond’s true vessel wasn’t actually Sora.

It was Ventus.

Sora was a ‘replacement’ because of what happened to Ventus.

And that was why Xion doesn’t have any of Desmond Miles’ memories nor did she ever take his face. She was an imperfect replica so she wasn’t capable of even trying to hold Desmond’s memories in the first place.

Cue Sora having an existential crisis of who he truly was because he was honestly getting on board with the whole idea of being Desmond Miles as well.

[wellthebardsdead]

It’s really funny to me that there are still people wondering how the empire lost a war to the high elves. Well it’s for 2 reasons and strategy isn’t one of them. 1, the empire became terrified of magic after the oblivion crisis and weren’t equipped to face off against a race of magically endowed elves. And 2. High elves, are fucking gigantic compared to all of the empires forces minus the orcs which would’ve been in small numbers compared to the humans.

Not only are they tall but they’re proportional, meaning their head and limbs are bigger to even out their height. A headbutt from a high elf could crack an imperials skull like an egg. Their muscular capabilities would be vastly higher than an average soldier, even a nord.

And then there’s the fact they aren’t above using or practicing necromancy for the sake of warfare! For every soldier they killed there’d be a battle mage ready to raise them from the dead.

I think a lot of people perceive high elves as weak because 1, were the dragonborn, and 2, they’re very posh lol, as if being a soldier and enjoying fine wine aren’t mutually exclusive. Taliesin isn’t helping that image though being the drama queen he is.

[puc-puggy]

s4 sucked, but Five wasn't out of character aside from the lila romance.[1] what he is is a broken old man finally showing the cracks. everybody wants to treat 5 like a snarky 14 year old brat, but he is NOT. that man is OLD. he has lived through over 60 hard years. he's a brat because he is an old, incredibly intelligent theoretical physicist stuck in the body of a 14 year old, and the body of the 14 year old encourages everyone to forget he is a nearly 70 year old theoretical physicist.

this Five spent 45 years in the aftermath of viktor's moon apocalypse, 28 days straight between the moon and nuclear war apocalypse, days to weeks in the kugelblitz apocalypse and then days in oblivion. 6 years to rest and then it's time for another apocalypse caused by alien elements that reshape reality. this five personally saved and ended the world at least 5 times, going the farthest out of all of the Fives in number of apocalypses and by attempting to create the Commission. [2] this five says over and over and over throughout s3 that it's not about you/us, it's about the world. five is not just tired, he's tried harder and for longer than anyone else. he tried for so long that he forgot his own name. he has lost delores, he lost his sense of a clear enemy, he lost his understanding of the universe and his place in it, and he is old now.

when he is told by his future self not to save the world and he decided not to go into oblivion, that was a turning point in his entire character directly caused by a world-changing crisis of faith. the reason all of the other fives in the subway station gave up solving the problem is because every last one of them loved their family too much to consider the idea that the world has to come at the cost of the family. but this five had been through a full lifetime of apocalypse. he survived for 45 years in an apocalypse and turned saving the world and his family into his sole purpose. he lost that purpose when his future self told him it was all for nothing. that it can't be saved.

and this is where i think that people forget that the hargreeves are not just about childhood trauma; they are also about wealth and power. reginald and the hargreeves are immensely wealthy and immensely physically powerful. think about what else he said in season 3: "this is what it means to be powerful. sometimes you step on ants. we will never be able to save enough lives to make up for those we take."

what we see in s4 is an old man that has been forced to ask for the first time if such power has as much of a right to exist as the ants do. and to his surprise as much as everyone else's, it turns out that the answer is no. they were made from the hubris and selfishness of an abusive egomaniac who released a dangerous, technologically advanced, and highly reactive alien element upon a captive population in an attempt to resurrect his wife from the dead. five and his siblings are that abusive egomaniac's tools. they carry a power manufactured by an abusive egomaniac, and while it was unfairly forced upon them, it is still by nature a power that comes at the expense of others and they find themselves unable to be separated from it.

because that power is too alluring, too much a temptation. ben literally drugs everyone against their will, and to five, an old man asking himself questions about power, the fact that all members of the family voted against it is not proof that they can create a better future absent of this power. the fact that they were drugged anyway despite their protests is proof that they can't, that they will always fall into this power's destructive gravity well.

and an old man that has just had his entire concept of the world and life's purpose ripped away from him is the guy that accepts the end.

[1] the issue with five and lila's romance in character is not five's youth. it's lila's youth. he's almost 70 fucking years old, and his accidental and unwanted sip from the fountain of youth did not and does not change the fact that this is a nearly 70 year old man. he treated lila as if she was childish and immature because that is literally how he sees her and the rest of the siblings. because he is almost 70 years old. he gets annoyed with her for dragging him into stupid risks because he's 70 fucking years old and actually does know better. he is nearly 40 years her senior. their dynamic is funny because he looks 14. not because he IS 14. LOOKS young, not IS young.

regarding "why were they having him flirt when he was underage" for the same reason he's a boozehound and knocks back any alchohol in a 30 foot radius. the character has been over 60+ years old the entire time. & as people age, they can safely participate in more activities. a 14 year old cannot safely roleplay everything a 60+ year old character would do. before age 18, the actor could safely speak flirty lines to other actors during their roleplay job playing a 60+ year old. when the actor turned 18, the actor could safely kiss other adult actors during their job roleplaying as a 60+ year old. the child actor portraying a significantly older character getting hints of romance but not kissing anyone on a set until they're 20 is a sign that things were handled ethically. not the other way around. actors age and stop being 14 years old and limited to the safety constraints of a 14 year old. an adult kissed another adult during their job roleplaying as other people. it was just a bad plotline.

[2] I don't care about timeline hijinks in context of whether that was really physically the exact same 5 from the same timeline that started the commission. he thought it was the physical same him & reacted to it like it was & the impact does not change and in fact might become more acute upon realizing that it wasn't physically him, that it was a whole other five, that there are potentially hundreds of years of attempts to stop the apocalypses, and that the collective mass of their apocalypse ending efforts across all timelines should have accomplished something and never ever did it do so. that's hopeless

[starrythroat]

ok some of my pre-apocrypha miraak headcanons

i draw too slow and these will probably change a lot by the time i decide to actually draw something explanatory + my comics are usually very unclear and i can't do anything about it, so i decided to write down some of hcs (maybe i will make something more interesting and will be able to compare)

i started making these when i was a teen and it also quickly became my comfort zone, so main idea is very simple, something something miraak was just a litol guy not very wise but at the same time gigachad with a square jaw and enormous brain, but alas got tricked by hermamora and cockblocked into Oblivion :(. so yeah, hes just a kity instead of interesting character arc

this hasnt changed much except i added some quirks on top so keep this in mind

(1) Miraak didn't climb in dragon cult ranks, he had almost everything because he was raised by Nahkriin and taught by Morokei. In fact little "Miraak problem" had some time to grow because dragon cult's high council went into "i pretend i donut see it" mode for a while

(2) Nahkriin is one of the two closest high priests to Alduin, so Miraak's position was very strong with his protection and he had everything in his disposal to learn

(3) Miraak isn't Nahkriin's son, but was raised almost like a son, and is rumored to be one. Miraak's mother was Nahkriin's vassal dragon priest and close friend, and asked Nahkriin to raise Miraak in case of her death (and then died :(()

(4) In fact nobody knows who is Miraak's father. His mother was quite eccentric person, she ran into forests for few months and returned pregnant

(5) Miraak always had been bitten in the ass by genes and dragonborn aspect, multiplied by status he was a very very proud guy with stupidly low level of fear and self preservation instinct, also edgelord. Only close people he had were very much protected by definition, and he didn't worry about anyone in his whole life before Apocrypha

(6) His scar is from fight with Paarthurnax. Paarthurnax was quite an asshole guy back in the day, scary and without pet dragon priest because he was a Hater. But then talented and raised with love little star named Miraak appears, some rumors suggest that Nahkriin will give him his seat. So Paarthurnax went like imma have this one. But Miraak refused and got bitten and burnt a bit (Paarthurnax too in return)

(7) Miraak was into opposition stuff, these were times of a crisis inside of a cult and there were many clerics who were. heavily against of some decisions of a Council. but not against whole system and dragon worshipping

(8) Also Miraak thought he is dealing not with the Forest Demon Of Knowledge guy but with honorary deity closer to nordic animalistic beliefs, so instead of whimsical "hehe im doing some forbidden knowledge things... some DARK secrets >:^)" he was... umhh he was quite chill and also respectful

(9) he had stupid pretty face + not a single worry on it + big muscles so ppl who didn't know him usually assumed he was not very smart

[streetsweepershenanigans]

Street Sweeper's Icemav Masterlist

Updated 2/1/2024

Fics are listed in order of most recent to oldest.

Oneshots:

(Posted to AO3):

Wanting for Home- Very whumpy, as with everything, please heed the tags and warnings. Features Mav going through a sexuality crisis with internalized homophobia mixed in due to the time period and his position in the United States Military. Happy ending, though, don't worry. Hurt/Comfort.

Silence Is (Not) A Virtue- Another whumpy one, this time with some past child abuse resulting in selective mutism. Hurt/Comfort.

Third Time's The Charm (Oblivion AU)- A purely self-indulgent Oblivion AU with Top Gun characters. This is a companion piece to In My Dreams I See Us Falling, told from Ice's point of view.

In My Dreams I See Us Falling (A Top Gun Oblivion AU)- The first of my Oblivion AU's. If you have seen and enjoyed Tom Cruise's Oblivion, I highly recremond these.

No Use Crying Over Spilt Milk- A single!parent Maverick fic wherein he is forced to come clean to Ice about having a kid after they've been seeing each other for a while.

Here Lies Iceman's Personal Space- A fluffy domestic fic about Maverick invading Ice's personal space and somehow endearing himself to Ice even more.

Caught In The Headlights- A whumpy hurt/comfort fic featuring parental Icemav and baby Bradley. After Maverick is seriously injured in a car accident, Ice has to contend with the reality that he might be all Bradley has left in the world.

It's (Not) Okay (But It Will Be)- Maverick suffers a life-altering injury during the events of the uranium mission and now he and Ice must learn how to contend with the past and move forward together.

Just Like The Song- Drunk Maverick finds his way to Ice's house in the middle of the night and shenanigans ensue.

Mother Goose Knows Best. - Stranded in the rain after class, Maverick can either walk home or accept a ride from the last person he wants to be stuck in a car with.

The Winner Takes It All (I Don't Wanna Talk)- A sweet, soft, fluffy, domestic one-shot- my first ever Icemav fic. Sometimes, actions speak louder than words.

(Posted to Tumblr exclusively):

Baby Goose's First Swear Word- The story of how Baby Goose learned his first swear word.

One Day (An Icemav Fic)- Iceman and Maverick always find their way back to one another- even decades later.

Lunch Mix Up- Ice and Baby Goose's lunches get mixed up one day.

How Do I Say Goodbye? - Angsty short one-shot featuring Maverick having to come to terms with losing the closest thing he's ever had to a father.

Multichapters:

Caught In Oblivion- Chapters: 4/6- A full-fledged and fleshed-out Oblivion AU with our beloved Top Gun Characters. Very self-indulgent, but you can read it too. 4/6 chapters.

Icemav Imagines (Open for use if you feel inspired by any of them, just tag me so I can read):

Italian Maverick

Maverick vs the smoke detector's dead batteries-

[ego-osbourne]

Iren Remaster

Rakell is there too <33 Hunkified! Iren was the one to make him a bunk - consider this early on in their relationship

I’d been meaning to take another stab at Iren’s design, and I finally got around to it. It’s been a while! Made him chubbier, switched his primary colors from orange to pink, and made him a bit fancier over all. A lot of his new design aspects are darker in general, too.

I’ve also updated his lore since the last time I posted anything big about him. Under the cut! (Warning for general mention of c.annibalism, attempted assisted s.uicide [unsuccessful])

The climate of Valenwood at the time was in a recover stage after freeing themselves from the tyranny of the Camoran Usurper. Following his death, Valenwood saw a resurgence in tradition to oppose the previous forces they were ruled under. The Green Pact saw more popularity than it had in the last few centuries.

This is what Iren was born into. He grew up in a newly-liberated Valenwood, enjoying a cozy family life where he and his relatives followed the code of the Green Pact. Iren grew to be a troublemaker, though, and was scorned by his family. Ostracized, he left Valenwood and sought a new life in Cyrodiil.

For context, the rules of the Green Pact consist of this: 1) Harm no plant life; 2) Eat no plant life unless it has naturally fallen; 3) Let no felling of any creature go to waste; 4) Do not take on the shape of beasts; 5) Do not kill wastefully.

When regarding these rules, Iren had a lot of trouble adjusting to life in Cyrodiil. He was a staunch Pact Bosmer, among the few who cared even for the grass they stepped upon (Iren would wear shoes with healing enchantments on the soles, so that any grass he stepped on and harmed would be immediately restored). He considered all plant life sacred, not just the forest of Valenwood. He originally would not enter buildings made of/with wood if he did not know that it was rightfully obtained. Meat was far more expensive to buy in Cyrodiil than it was in Valenwood, and he always seemed to be low on money.

To remedy this issue, and already familiar with some areas of trouble, Iren found himself in the Green Accordance Affiliation. On the surface, the Affiliation appeared as a state-run pseudo-charity, promoting religious inclusion by raising funds and providing jobs for Pact Bosmer so that they may more easily carry out the Green Pact within Cyrodiil. In actuality, the Affiliation employed Pact Bosmer to get their hands dirty and breach county lines to settle disputes, most often through murder. These Pact Bosmer were most desired due to the Green Pact demanding they eat the bodies of their fallen enemies, and, so, there would be very little evidence left of the targets to trace back to the officials who had ordered them.

Iren did not miss the opportunity that the Affiliation gave, being reeled in on the promise that he was “cleaning up” Cyrodiil of the serial murderers and deviants that plagued it, and was eventually desensitized to the prospect of killing whoever his employers told him to, morally justified or not.

As Iren entered his autumn years, he found very little fulfillment in the Affiliation. Religious torment ate at him, as he knew had had been unknowingly and knowingly disobeying the “do not kill wastefully” rule. Moral torment gripped him, too, as he slowly realized there was no redemption for himself.

The Association was difficult to leave, however, due to its illegitimacy. The officials who backed it were paranoid of catching heat, and so threatened the Bosmer that they employed with torture and death if they were to ever speak about the Association or abandon it.

Iren spent many years in hiding. He had used the money he’d earned to make a cozy home in the Great Forest, and eventually sought a means of dying early. Finding a dremora (some years before the Oblivion Crisis), Iren taunted him into a game of cat and mouse with the ultimate goal being suicide in the end.

That end did not arrive. This dremora was Rakell, a Deadlands kynmarcher who had just left his post to enjoy the last few years Nirn had left to offer, as his Prince had plans for a great invasion in the coming future. Iren and Rakel grew to be fast friends, intrigued by one another’s lives, and Iren figured he might try and find one last sense of purpose in the few years remaining.

Iren could not seem to stay away from shadows, however. His self-loathing grew the more he remained within the peaceful life, and so, he sought distraction within the Dark Brotherhood. The DBH doubled as protection against the Affiliation, but would prove to be a point of major contention, anguish, and depression for Iren for as long as he remained within it.

And that’s what I plan to make a mini-fic about between The Dez Illusion and Mortal Intentions ;]

[victusinveritas]

The Adventures of Tintin and the Horrific World of H.P. Lovecraft

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A Scottish graphic designer Murray "Muzski" Groat has created an incredibly fun series of art that takes Hergé’s classic comic character Tintin and throws him into the terrifyingly awesome universe of H.P. Lovecraft. I'd love to see how these stories play out! Maybe Peter Jackson and Steven Spielberg's next Tintin film should be The Adventures of Tintin: At the Mountains of Maddness.

Watch our brave adventurers flee from shoggoths, Deep Ones, fish folk, ghouls, Formless Spawn, Mi-Go, Elder Things, nightgaunts, Old Ones, Outer Gods and foreigners (i.e. non-Anglo-Saxons) as they face many an existential crisis regarding their insignificance on a cosmic scale!

What eldritch horrors await our companions as they unearth the secrets from untold aeons in the dark corners of the earth? Will they heroically flee from these abominations from the stars, or will they choose the merciful oblivion that is death by throwing themselves on squalid pavements or shooting themselves in the head? And what trick does Nyarlathotep have up ‘His’ sleeve this time?

Find out in The Weird Adventures of Tintin, by H. P. Lovecraft!

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Covers:

* Tintin in Innsmouth (originally posted 27 September 2010)

* Muzski's note: "Zadok Allen (the town drunk and ex-sailor) could be played by the villainous Captain Allen."

* Tintin in R'Lyeh (originally posted 5 October 2010)

* Muzski's note: "PLOT ENDING: Tintin uses a crowbar on Cthulhu (BONK!), while Captain Haddock kicks his groping tentacles and curses alot. Cthulhu see's stars and hears little birds chirping, and slumps back into his tomb. Our heroes slam the cyclopean door shut, then have a wee chuckle to themselves, while walking back to the boat. Once they sail off, only Snowy notices the great city of R'Lyeh sinking back into the sea, before he puts his head down for a long nap while the sun sets in the distance. The End. 🙂 "

* Tintin and the Reanimator (originally posted 29 October 2010)

* Muzski's note: "PLOT: Ok, here we have Tintin and Snowy investigating the dubious activities of (the misunderstood) Herbert West, who loves bringing dead things back to life with his lizard-gene-soup. Eeeek!"

* Tintin at the Mountains (originally posted 18 November 2010)

* Muzski's note: "PLOT: Tintin and Snowy travel to the newly discovered and very mysterious Mountains of Madness, in Antarctica. They are looking for a missing expedition party from the Miskatonic University. Their bold leader and their friend, Professor Calculus was with the doomed party when everything went wrong."

* From Beyond (originally posted 2 December 2010)

* Muzski's note: "THE PLOT: Prof. Calculus is too busy working on a top-secret project at the Miskatonic Uni involving an expedition to Antarctica, so he asks Tintin and Captain Haddock to check in on his old friend Prof. Crawford Tilling-Ghast. To make sure he is well. Crawford has recently been slandered by the scientific community, for his outrageous cosmic theories, and becomes a recluse. Our heroes visit Crawford, but they are surprised by his bizarre machine, humming away suspiciously with a feint violet glow around it. Something is wrong! Crawford acts strange. His house staff have disappeared. Snowy keeps barking. There is a sudden sense like that of a rushing incoming train. Slowly, and slippery, something ghastly appears above Captain Haddock's head....!"

* The Shadow Out of Time (originally posted 9 December 2010)

* Muzski's note: "I based the layout on the June 1936 issue of 'Astounding Stories' magazine cover, where Lovecraft had this story first printed -> [link] "

* The Dunwich Horror (originally posted 3 January 2011)

* Muzski's note: "PLOT: Prof. Calculus is currently teaching at the Miskatonic Uni. on the subject of Antarctica. He contacts his pals Tintin and the Captain about several strange goings-on in the area, which seem to relate to the scarey Book Of The Dead - The Necronomicon (the uni library holds a copy). At night, the mutated Wilbur Whateley has broken into the library, looking for THE BOOK, but he gets savaged by the watchmen's dogs. Our heroes here this, but are too late. Wilbur dies, muttering "YOG SOTHOTH!" Snowy sniffs around, and spots a very old book lying on the floor."

* The Whisperer in Darkness (originally posted 18 May 2011)

[thescrolls-haveforetold]

oblivion crisis 2: electric boogaloo

[twisting-roads]

I had to use some iterators outside the lotg group because I didn't have enough to Fill Quota but....

Names (by row)-

Frantic Message/Crisis in Uncertainty/Implanted Passion

Quintet of Remembrance/Timing in a Splay/Sixteenth Boundary Collapse/Horizon of Sulfur

The Silver Cord/Droning Hush of A Sentinel/Unending Canvas, An Intermediate Storm

Firestarter/Open Waters/Cage of Membrane/Missing Link of Chain

Thirteen Catastrophes/Nine Purple Mountains/Oblivion on Quartz Towers

[themonsterundermystairs]

i facepalm every time i hear someone say „sKyRiM iS bAd It IgNoReS tHe LoRe“. for two reasons:

1. many of the changes make sense if you consider how much time has passed. for example, no one mentioning the oblivion crisis. no shit sherlock, it was 200 years ago and there are more pressing issues, like the civil war, the great war that only just ended and alduin the world eater returning. or the nordic pantheon being largely replaced by the imperial one. that one is even discussed in game! there is a literal quest about it!

2. elder scrolls „lore“ doesn‘t have to be canon. before the game, most information about skyrim came from ingame books or npcs talking about it. but the thing about those sources is: they are not necessarily telling the truth! elder scrolls has so many unreliable narrators, the only things that are actually canon are the things we can see with our own eyes in the game. i mean seriously, have you ever played morrowind? have you actually read the letters and books that npcs hand to you? because they wildly contradict each other. and npcs lie to you all the time! sometimes you never figure out who is actually telling the truth.

so yeah, shut up about „ThE lOrE“ and stop trusting everything you read.

[teenietinytangerine]

THE TRUTH UNTOLD;

part i. chapter 3.

prev > chapter 1, chapter 2. content disclaimer: light cursing, soft smut. not proofread. pairing: gumiho!yoongi x oc btvs saein (moodboard) summary: Saein was activated as a Slayer during The Reckoning, a spell liberating every Potential Slayer to their full ability. Recently, a client asked her to get rid of a Gumiho (succubus-like in the story, nine-tailed fox) that had taken hold of a house he inherited. A few shenanigans later, the Slayer offered herself up to the Gumiho to feed him. (the story is in media res, if ppl are interested in knowing how they actually met, I might write that in the future)

The prophecies. The legends. All leading to ... her destiny? In Hwachang? The misty city in the south of Seoul, was sitting prettily on top of a Hellmouth, a fissure between realities that let demons in and attracted the local bloodsuckers, kooky wizards and the occasional delusional mummy to its source, but nothing to worry! For the Slayer (or one of anyway, nowadays they operated more in the thousand, which was still quite a low number considering it was worldwide, but you gotta admit it is better that the One, unique, singular numero uno it used to be) had made it her home a few years back already and kept the lid on the infernal soup brewing in there. Somewhat. As best as she could, you know, while juggling her two part-times and gig in the band to whom she promised she wouldn't miss another concert or she would clean Lee's drumset off the gums the kids stuck there with a toothbrush.

But you gotta stake a vampire's heart first!

Or fix the Gumiho issue the sunny-smiled client had brought to your door, and with payment for a change.

... And now, she was waking up in his bed.

Snuggled against him, his warmth, his slow breathing. For the first time in years, she had dreamt of nothing. Her mind had been preoccupied with rest only. Even as she rose back into consciousness, there was something peaceful in the room with the way the light was turning golden through the curtains, or was it the summer breeze of the evening? Saein couldn't remember why she was fighting off the urge to fall back in, let the embrace of oblivion wrap her once again. It was his presence, the fox, the sneaky little fox she had thrown herself at his mercy and could not find any regrets for, innocently dozing off behind her that awoke her fully. She didn't even know what a Gumiho was a month ago and now she was spooning with one, wondering if she should interrogate the reason it felt like an elephant had took off his foot from her chest and ultimately deciding to leave that for the next spiralling down existential crisis that was most likely looming around soon. In the meantime, she'd enjoy the lightness.

Her sleepy gaze fell on his curled hand that he had kept where she put it, hugging her from behind, right next to her own arm and she was, without realizing, noting their every detail: the paths his veins were drawing on his pale skin, the pinkish color of his knuckles, how long his fingers extended despite being crouched over themselves... Her mind wandered towards those fingers' abilities. The way he could sense and absorb emotions, but not any emotion, hers, no, no not exactly, not any of hers either, just pleasure. Her thoughts drifted back to what those fingers did to her only a few hours before, how they felt on her body, in her body... The memory alone is enough to bring back the electric warmth. It felt like trying to remember a dream that kept escaping her. The more she tried to recount all the details, the more she grew restless, the proximity of his body right next to her seeming too far, and the more the view of those fingers being so close to her skin and yet motionless was driving her bonkers.

Suddenly, it occurred to her. Once again, somehow, she had her back to him. Maybe it was because they were practically in the same position than in the bathroom, and her body was merely reacting to the recall like, like... muscle memory, or something. She wanted needed to see his face. She turned slowly to face him, and the change of position made his hand slip to her waist. Damnit. But now she could see him. Half his face snuggled into a pillow, the fox looked peaceful, almost innocent. So human, not a single feature betraying him. His long raven hair fell across his eyelids, his cheeks were fuller you would expect, and, like a magnet, her gaze fell to his well-defined lips. Once again, she felt the rythme of her heart accelerate and a fog rise amidst her better judgment as she leaned ever so slightly. "You're..."  Gorgeous. It was stupid how gorgeous he looked. It would be pointless trying to explain the harmony of his traits, he might as well have been sculpted by the fabric of the universe itself.  

"Hm?" His grumbling scared the living bejesus out of her, with his cave-like voice, awakening from the depth of his sleep and stopping her cold in her tracks. He opened his eyes and for a moment they were both frozen, neither willing to give in nor escape whatever this situation was. Saein, going as far as tilting her head as if she was not leaning mere inches away from him, innocently echoed: "Hm?"

Yoongi's eyes were flickering all over her face, trying to figure her out and finding himself completely unable to. That was not how things usually go. By now, she should be miles away from here, actually she shouldn't even be in his bed. ACTUALLY, a Slayer, should not even be in the same city than him, and definitely not offer herself up and even less should he be able to still taste her in his veins, and crave her... Her scent should not be all over his sheets, and he should not be woken up with her, above him, taunting him.

Saein moved closer, and he recognized the same look she had given him in the bathtub. "What are you-" he said absentmindedly, as his whole brain, barely awakened, was shutting down in the attempt to process the situation, only aware in this instant of her face closing the distance on his. As if she was in a  trance, she continued to mumble to herself "You look..." The words died on her lips as she could no take off her eyes from his. If only she knew how he was looking at her, completely puzzled and adoring with defeat the confusion she was putting him through, but her attention was entirely on her own realization of his absolute sinful beauty she was gorging herself in.

She swallowed the last distance between them and let the end of the sentence crash on his mouth, unfinished, sealing the answer with a kiss that felt like silk, mellow and light. This time, the fox was not as taken aback as he was before, but still, he had no time to process or react before she halted it. "You've got to stop doing that", he murmurs behind his breathe as they are close enough to hear any whisper from each other. "Why?" The fever was still very much present in her. "It's not what I usually ..." "It's not part of the ritual?" She rubbed her nose against his, he bit his bottom lip, suddenly crisping, then finally exhaling: "Yeah, something like that." But you're not pushing her off. "You said you fed on my pleasure... Can't you feel it?" He did. Every brush against his nose, the slightest touch of her wandering lips hovering right above his, waiting for nothing more than permission, with every single skin ship, he could feel her, completely, her and the flood of emotions she carried. More than the kiss, it was the eagerness that made him spiral. She was so .. what was she? 

"Christ, you just woke up, what did you dream about to be like that?" But he couldn't help himself, he couldn't deny that she was stirring up his own hunger at an alarming pace. Now, as if she could read his defenses melt away, her fingers were venturing along his neck all the way to his jaw. "I dreamt of a bath." He smirked. The fox is back. "A good bath?" The gumiho slowly rose up, making sure to never wander an inch away from the distance they had established, their breath mingling together.  She tucked a piece of hair behind his ear. Her smile widened. "It wasn't too bad, i guess." That's all it took, Yoongi succumbed to the black hole-like attraction and, truly, fully, kissed her.

 Kissing him was intoxicating. Kissing him was understanding the meaning of lust itself. She felt like she was satisfying a thirst after a drought, like the water had been right out of her reach for days and now it was gliding in her throat and she didn't know how to appreciate the immensity of it. The slayer was a good kisser, but even her had to admit she had never been or kissed like that. She felt no inhibitions with him, and why should she? This was always what she came here for, and intimacy with him felt like the most natural thing in the world. Saein didn't wait to take over, guiding the depth of the kiss to the heights of her expectations, rolling over him for more control, sitting on his chest and her hands sliding in his hair.

The chaste kiss was far gone and they were inhaling each other, exploring how far the other would let them go and neither posing any boundaries if it wasn't for the rush that limited either from melting completely in one movement before another got distracted by wanting more.

The Gumiho was completely overwhelmed. There was a reason he didn't usually kiss. Although the mythical creature fed through every touch, his mouth remained the true mean to do so, and therefore the most sensitive part of him. He had a hard time focusing on her pleasure without getting distracted by his before he could actually eat anything. She made his head spin, dangerously. He got so dismayed by his own efforts to snap out of it that he didn't notice one of her hand forsake his dark hair to travel down his chest and work on the buttons of his silky shirt. He only noticed when she freed his mouth, although he pursued her in a rush, to kiss her way down his neck and when she reached his collarbone, all the buttons had come undone and she was sliding her fingers along his bare skin. "So soft," she whispers in-between pecks, finally giving him a moment to breathe but only as she has a new destination in mind. Before moving any way down further, she suddenly sat back up, straddling him. Here, she was taking him in, slowing down their clock at a still because the view was breathtaking.

Yoongi was having a hard time catching his breath, his eyes slightly rolled back, his mouth still hanging open. He looked both ethereal and lost in ether at once. Her gaze followed the trace of her fingers on his chest, feasting on the wide, soft but defined chest, nearly drooling at it. "Not bad," she sighed.

This was the moment she started to wonder if Gumihos didn't emit pheromones or something  because there was no way she was like that just after a make out session, right?

"Not bad," he repeated. With the golden light from the dying sun coming behind her, the Slayer looked divine. He was looking up at her, standing astride him, her messy onyx hair dripping down on her forehead, the curve of her waist he could distinguish through the enormous tee-shirt he had lent her, her naked thighs pressing against his ribs, and if she were to move back ever so slightly...

His eyes widened when she proceeded to do just that, but instead of following through on his thoughts, she merely bent back to kiss, with tenderness, his chest. She was putting all her attention on how the muscles of his breast reacted to her touch, tensing up and releasing, caressing the smooth skin and the chest hair before adventuring herself onto the most sensitive parts: the brown pinkish buttons enticing her. Her teeth brushed over, then bit above it, before remembering how much she hated him teasing her the same way, which honestly was leaning her more towards teasing him even more but her own desires won and she started licking unceremoniously the nipple, exhorting a deep grunt out of him. He didn't just lost control, he wasn't sure he could remember the meaning of the word. Admittedly, it had been a while since he had been on the receiving end but by the name of all that is evil, what the fuck.

When he felt her hand sneaking down between his legs, he suddenly pulled himself back up, making her slump on her ass on the mattress, wide-eyed.

He coughed with a forced laugh, as if he just remembered something that could not wait. "I forgot you're human! You gotta be hungry." Parsed lips, eye contact nowhere to be seen. Her eyes succinctly fell down below his waist but she did not comment on what she saw and he pretended not to notice but continued with a faster pace. "I'm not going to make you starve, I take care of my guests, I'm not a monster. Wait here." Before she had the chance to riposte, or comprehend the sudden switch, he was gone in a storm.

next chapter

[dingostrash]

In the hypothetical game that doesn't fucking exist known as elder scrolls 6 they should have Jyggalag be the main antagonist. Oblivion crisis...2!!!!!! And it should end with all the princes getting together to curse him again.

I think it'd be funny