#who is fond of this. why was this ever kept. deprecate with prejudice

[creeperthescamp]

doing some uesp pages for tamriel rebuilt npcs and man alt bosara fucking sucks ass.

town that takes up 4 cells for a grand total of 16 people. plays at like 10 fps cos of the big fuck off waterfall and the oops! all rocks! landscaping. every npc has oblivion dialogue disease which gets annoying real quick and feels extremely out of place cos its fucken morrowind. even for all the dialogue there's only 2 fuckin quests in the whole place!!! and they're not even that fun!!

redoing the old telvanni areas is meant to be like, waay further down the project timeline, but i could start tomorrow if i could just nuke alt bosara. a little redo as a treat. not sure if i'm really capable of planning and doing such a thing but i just hate this town lol

[lightwormsiblings]

here’s to the lives that you’re gonna change

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(3x13 spoilers)

Alec was passing the weapon’s room on his way out of the Institute when he stopped in his tracks. The light was on and Izzy was sitting hunched over her desk in the center of the room. The table was covered in open books and scrolls and Alec smiled softly to himself. The sight reminded him of Magnus’ desk when he got particularly engrossed in some sort of research.

Izzy didn’t notice him for a short moment in which Alec let himself watch her carefully. He looked for any signs that she wasn’t as okay as she’d kept telling him. He knew she was trying to be more open about the addiction this time around and Alec wasn’t going to ruin that trust by accusing her of lying to him. But, at the same time he needed some sort of confirmation that she was okay.

Izzy’s hands weren’t shaking when she brought them up to turn the page of one of the books and Alec let himself relax, even if it was only a little

Izzy looked up from the book and at Alec a moment later, smiling. She didn’t seem surprised at his presence and he wondered how long she knew he’d been there.

“What are you doing?” Alec asked. It was late. Nearing 11 and most of the Shadowhunters who weren’t stuck on night patrol had either gone home or to bed in the dormitories.

“I’m looking through the library’s books. Trying to find any mention of Heavenly Fire.”

Alec laughed softly under his breath. Leave it to Izzy to jump directly into something their mother had explicitly told them to stay out of. Why wasn’t he even a little bit surprised?

He shook his head fondly and tilted his head to try and read one of the open pages of the books on the desk.

“Rebel,” he muttered to himself, earning a punch in the arm from Izzy.

“I know Mom said to leave it but-“

Alec held up his hand to stop her. Because Izzy was right. They couldn’t just turn a blind eye . Alec had spent enough of his life trying to stay on the Clave’s good side to know how they worked. And he knew something like this was exactly something they would lie about.

“Mom was wrong.”

Izzy raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything, so Alec kept speaking.

“You’re right. The Downworlder prisoners are criminals but they’re still people. They don’t deserve to be tortured. The Clave can’t get away with this. We won’t let them.”

“We.” Izzy stated, the ghost of a smile in her eyes.

“We.” Alec confirmed.

A smile slowly made it onto Izzy’s face as she looked up at Alec. It was a smile Alec hadn’t seen in far too long. One that said she was ready to cause some trouble. Alec pressed his lips together against a fond smile.

“Well then,” Izzy got up from the table and placed her hands on her hips as she surveyed the room, “I guess we’ve got work to do.”

Alec grinned and dropped his bag onto the other chair in the room. He knew this was a bold move, going against the Clave. But he couldn’t find it in himself to give a damn. In fact he was excited . He’d spent far too much of his life being scared of the Clave. A kind of adrenaline that he hadn’t quite felt since he, Izzy, and Jace has stopped sneaking out of the Institute late at night, spread through his veins.

Alec pulled out his iPad and settled himself onto his chair.

“They’re trying to cover their tracks,” Alec said, falling quickly into a strategizing mindset, “But I bet that some of the high clearance files on here have some sort of information that could help us.”

When he looked up again, it was to the sight of Izzy with her head in her hand and a look Alec couldn’t quite read in her eyes.

“What?”

Izzy shook her head slowly.

“You’ve come a long way haven’t you?”

Her voice was soft. Fond in a way that made Alec’s heart warm.

He thought about Izzy’s words. Imagined what the Alec Lightwood of a few months ago would do if he could see him now. Purposefully undermining the Clave and not giving two fucks. He’d probably have a heart attack to be honest. Alec smiled to himself. He really had come a long way, hadn’t he?

He thought about Izzy then. Izzy who even in her teenage years had associated herself with the Downworld without a care in the world. His sister who had fought time and time again against the prejudices against the Downworld long before Alec had ever realized that she’d been on the right side of this fight.

Yes. Alec had come a long way. But Izzy had known from the beginning. A surge of pride for his sister spread through him and he locked eyes with her across the room.

“And you’ve been there all along.”

Izzy laughed self deprecating under his breath.

“I’m serious,” he stressed, “I’m proud of you. You’ve always fought for what was right and you’ve never stopped. I wouldn’t be here looking into this Heavenly Fire stuff if you hadn’t kept looking into the torture. You’re going to change the world one day. And I can’t wait to watch.”

Izzy’s eyes shone when she looked at him and Alec was belatedly reminded of the fact that Izzy was his little sister. He saw himself as such a mess sometimes that he often forgot that she looked up to him for approval.

He smiled at her now.

“This is all you Iz,” he said, spreading his arms towards the room in an all encompassing gesture “and I’m here with you, every step of the way.

[twruniversity-blog]

Accepted South Italy!

Tsk. Why does Materoa keep letting students with banned magic into the school? All they do is bring more work which just gets dumped on me and-

I don’t have time to coddle you, bring in your stuff already.

OOC;

Name: rainy Age: ;) Pronouns: she/her Activity: 1 - 10, 1 being the lowest: 6 Contact:  writing-in-the-rain Ships for Muse: tbh im open to anything except itacest so Timezone: gmt Triggers/Sensitive Subjects: none Any Concerns?: my copious amount of typos- i can spell i swear! also im sorry this is so late im a piece of shit

IC;

Character: South Italy Full Name / Preferred Name: Lovino Romulus Vargas Age: 21 Birthday: march 17 Gender: male Pronouns: he/him Housing: Kākāriki Hall, single room Pets: he has a really fat egyptian mau cat called Gnocchi

IC - In Depth;

Magical Branches: Fire Manipulation and Shadow Magic Ahurei (Unique Ability): He always makes pizza perfectly, without fail. Major/s: Architecture Minor/s: History of Dark Magic, Fire Magic Type of Degree: masters Clubs: Football Club and Italian club

Appearance: 

Lovino is a rather short man,standing at the ‘impressive’ height of five foot six. He has dark, tanned skin, and an almost stocky build. His arms have some sort of muscle definition, but that doesn’t especially carry to his chest or stomach. His hair is dark brown and parted from the side, and as a rule will appear slightly wavy. However, if it is left to dry naturally from being wet, Lovino had to resign himself to curls that he insists don’t suit him. 

His eyes are a greenish hazel, perhaps best described as a sort of olive green. He has a roundish face, an almost Roman nose, and a mouth that is more often than not set into a slight frown. He tends to hold himself ever so slightly hunched inwards, his gaze usually on the floor.

Headcanons:

Lovino is always warm to the touch, regardless of the temperature of the room, etc

He sleeps on his stomach

He has ridiculously obnoxious dad sneezes.

He’s quite adept at playing the glass harp

Personality: 

Initial first impressions of Lovino Romulus Vargas are that of a moody, short tempered man who has a sharp tongue and an even sharper glare- and those people who see as such wouldn’t be wrong. Lovino’s temper is frightfully short, and sometimes the slightest of things can set him off into a fit of anger, and he is very snappish in general. All of this behaviour does however seem simultaneously muted, and in addition to this Lovino is rather reticent, reluctant to divulge much information about himself.

Women may see a much more charming man- to a lady, Lovino is much brighter, and more open and willing to chat, and of an overa much sweeter disposition. However, if one is too quick to pry, he may still show a certain degree of curtness, whilst avoiding trying to be rude.

However, once Lovino’s five layers of bitterness, fear, and anger have been chipped away, one can uncover much more of him. The sharp tongue and wit still remain, though Lovino’s tone is much less cutting and more of a playful banter. He’s a little loud, and quick to laugh if you hook onto his dark sense of humour. As well as this, he is loyal to a fault, and though it takes time to gain his trust, you are hard pressed to properly lose it afterwards.

However, he also locks away distinct feelings of unworthiness and self deprecation. Years of feeling compared to his brother and inadvertantly being belittled for the abilities that were a part of him cause him to have a very pessimistic view of himself and his life. He doesn’t hold much stock in himself compared to others- but that being said, he is determined and a hard worker when he puts his mind to it.

Strengths:

Loyal He is not naive Determined Intelligent

Weaknesses: 

Volatility- in both personality in magic, Lovino is a little unpredictable at best. Defensive Pessimistic No self confidence

Backstory:

When Benedetta Esposito had fallen pregnant with her first child, she had been very young, barely nineteen. She was quick to marry Vittorio, the man that she had been with at the time, so that they could have a proper family. He was strong minded and opinionated, but for her he would always concede. A year later, Feliciano came into the world and the family couldn’t be happier. The four, along with Benedetta’s father, Romulus (who Lovino took to exceptionally well) lived a relatively peaceful life together.

Lovino was born to a young mother, who he was close to, with a younger brother born later; Feliciano. He was a bright, cheerful child, and for a while they lived happily in Southern Italy. For all pf his young life, Lovino would grow up surrounded by amazing feats of architecture; one day he hoped that he might be able to . Yet, something began to emerge in the shadows. When Lovino was about five, he could make the shadows dance and the flames flicker. Benedetta was amazed by her first son’s ability, and even more so when Feliciano began to make command of the air and the light. Vittorio, however, knew the true nature of what both of his children could do. Though Feliciano could control the Air, like himself, it was his first son’s powers that frightened him, that he felt needed to be kept under control. So Feliciano was sent to live with the boy’s Grandfather, Romulus, to ensure his safety. Lovino stayed with his parents- Vittorio was determined that the boy should not become a danger to either himself or the rest of the world. He promised to teach him as best he could a way to channel his abilities that would prevent him from being a danger to himself or the world around him. However, learnt prejudice can heavily influence a man. What has started out as pure intentions became twisted into Lovino feeling as though he must hide his abilities completely, all of them; he believed himself to be Wrong in the eyes of his father, especially when his only point of comparison were the delightful tales of his ‘perfect Feliciano’. Years passed, the ideology of Lovino’s father twisting itself to the point where Benedetta had simply had enough. She was tired of watching the man she loved come into thinking terrible things, and even more so that their son was suffering for it. The two argued furiously over the matter, and in the end Vittorio was told to leave, and that he could come back when he was ready to accept the abilities that their son had.

From there onwards, it was just Lovino and his mother. The two had been close before, but after his father was no longer there to put stress upon Lovino they grew ever closer, with Benedetta gradually coaxing Lovino into using and practising with the magic he was born with, a opposed to internalising it as Lovino had been before. She was mildly successful; Lovino would only use his fire magic very rarely and with little power. He refused to actively use the shadow magic, though in keeping himself so tightly wound both abilities ran rampant if he became too emotional. And for a while, this was fine- they managed despite the steadily increasing mild burns across Benedetta arms from where she had tried on multiple occasions to help her son calm down. But he pushed her away; she wasn’t magical, he feared that he might eventually do something worse than a couple of first degree burns.

Lovino’s fears were right.

A letter was left out on the table- it had been open, and was handwritten as opposed to typed. What could he possibly do save for let his curiosity get the better of him? But, as he read, his blood ran cold. His Grandfather, the Nonmo that he had such fond memories of, and to this day still idolised, was dead. Illness, it said, but no one had told him of any illness. Understandably, he was distraught, his mother facing the brunt of this anguish when she returned to see her son in tears over this news. He couldn’t understand why she hadn’t told him, unaware that Benedetta had barely known herself. Years of holding himself back, on top of the new weight atop his shoulders, proved too much. Lovino had already been simmering as it was, but flame and shadow erupted from him with a pained yell, engulfing the house. When Lovino managed to reign himself in, both the house and his mother were decimated. Horrified and disgusted with what he had done, Lovino fled; there really was something wrong with him. His father had been right.

The university attracted him because it specialised in Magic- he chose his minors as best he could to correlate with the abilities he was born with, but his major would be architecture. He needed to learn how to control himself, yes, but his mind kept being drawn back to the beautiful buildings of his home town. All his life, he’d been something that destroyed, that ruined due to the dark magic that he harboured. Lovino no longer wanted to be defined by that.

Sample RP:

“Hey, Feli, look!” Lovino whispered conspiratorially. The child smirked, his eyes alight with a smug sense of pride as he beckoned his little brother closer. Carefully, Lovino conjured a little ball of flame in the palm of his hand. His smirk widened. “Here’s the best part!”

Closing his eyes, Lovino let out a breath. The shadows that occurred naturally began to flicker, falling out of rhythm with the firelight as they began to take their own forms. The shadows danced for Feliciano, delighting the little boy, as well as Lovino when the latter of opened his eyes to watch his little brother’s reaction. With the encouragement and excitement, Lovino’s confidence began to grow.

“Hey, Feli.” He said. “What if I-”

“Lovino.” The boy in question jumped, the flames in his hand bursting into a small shower of embers at the sound of his father’s voice. “Come here, son, leave your brother be.”

Lovino complied without question, though something about the look in his father’s eyes worried him greatly.