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Hey hey, just to let you know I'm on BlueSky now, do give me a follow if you fancy!
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big fan of the skyrim quest in morthal where you have to kill a vampire who wants to take over the town and a bunch of townspeople march over there with you, but then immediately realize that Wait That's A Cave Full Of Vampires and go home, leaving you to kill all of the vampires by yourself
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I had Hancock help me transport some power armor I found in game and came up with this mini comic! I figured it’d be a good practice for what I have coming up. Had to do something a little more lighthearted before jumping back in.
You can always count on me for Hancock and Danse hijinks x3
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Finished lines and dialogue for my mini comic. Here’s a preview!
Once I finish this up, I’ll be working on the next comic to lead back into the comic :3
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@crawlingpossum told me this was the funniest shit on gods green earth so im posting it
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All I can think about is trynna pat Hancock's back and as soon as you do, like hundreds of chems fall out of his coat. Then he slowly tries to put it all back in his pockets. Sweating nervously as he does so
It’s probably happened more than once and during the worst of times too :/
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READ ON AO3
✦ Onmund x Original Breton Character ✦ Farkas x Female Nord Dragonborn
✦ Rated: M (for safety)
✦ Mentions of abuse, found family and magical academy shenanigans.
Despite the rising tension in Skyrim, the College of Winterhold still plays host to a series of magical adventures, more so with the arrival of its newest Nord apprentice, Onmund. But he soon learns that his call to the college wasn’t to answer his destiny, but that of the Dragonborn’s as well.
Fluff, fun and a little bit of angst. Canon can and will be bent.
Welp, I was gone for a while, but I'm back now. Between depression, burnout and a life changing bit of news, I'm ready to start posting more regularly again, starting with this beast of a fanfic.
I'm mostly editing for clarity and a few lines that bothered me here and there. Thanks for sticking with me, folks!
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Happy six year anniversary to the 36 second CGI announcement trailer for Elder Scrolls VI
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Look, my settlements need crops and I’m the only one planting them ._.
Wanted to do a little practice comic before tackling the real thing. It’s a little memory of how things started ^^
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"wahhhh they made the brotherhood of steel a cult and abusive wahhhh" my brother in Christ. Have you played the games
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On the Road to Sovngarde
Chapter One | A Blizzard on the Horizon | Part One
"I hate this gods-forsaken city," Rivers mutters as she pulls her cloak tighter around her shoulders. She's an Argonian, skinny for her age, and an apprentice at the College of Winterhold. "Remind me again why we're going to Windhelm.” Duncan flashes her a winning smile. They've been on the road for nearly two days, and he can feel a blizzard brewing. While the cold doesn't mean much to him as a Nord, Rivers isn't built for it. Even traveling through the snowier holds was difficult for her. Duncan doesn't want to know what a full-force snowstorm would do. "Because I, for one, would rather spend the next few nights in a warm tavern with warm food and warm mead," he says. He's tall, even for a Nord, broad, and built like a fortress. His voice booms in the evening stillness. "But you're welcome to try and pitch camp in the middle of a blizzard." Rivers playfully smacks his arm between the gaps in the steel. "How are you so sure there's going to be a blizzard?" Duncan shrugs. "The Bearshield's can always tell when a blizzard is coming on. My Da used to be able to smell it." “Xuth,” Rivers scoffs. "You can't smell a blizzard." "Well, Da could. He's a bit too old for it now, though. Lost his sense of smell a while ago." Rivers shakes her head. "Yes, well, don't go letting your Da hear you call him old." "Aye." Duncan throws his head back and laughs. "I would rather fight a hundred sabrecats barehanded." Soon, the city gates stand before them. Duncan sees Rivers' shoulders tense out of reflex. He sighs. Skyrim isn't too kind to Argonians in general, but Windhelm is worse. Prejudice and narrow-mindedness make the city a bad place to be for anyone who isn't a Nord. He just hopes that Rolf isn't out "patrolling" the Gray Quarter right now. The last thing Rivers needs is to bump into him. "It'll be fine," Duncan says to her as they approach the gates. "It's not like we have to stay in the Candlehearth." While Duncan and his family are from Eastmarch to begin with, his parents recently purchased a house inside the city. Ma was getting too old to worry about bandit raids, and Da was tired of fending off wolves while he worked the fields. They bought Friga Shatter-Shield's old place, Hjerim, and finally retired. They're good people. Good parents. Duncan just hopes he and Rivers won't be too much of a hassle for a night or two. "And how will your family take having an Argonian in their home?" Rivers asks. She sounds nonchalant, but Duncan can hear the stress behind her words. He shrugs again. "Eh. They'll be fine. Ma did always say she never cared who I brought home, as long as they ate well and could hold their mead." "Fair enough," Rivers says with a chuckle. "I guess I won't have any trouble, then." Duncan smiles at her. "No, just remember to behave. I don't want a brawl breaking out in my family home." "No promises." Rivers gives him a look. "Just worry about yourself, Bearshield."
Little something somethin I'm working on for some writing practice. I present to you, Duncan Bearshield. Pure of Heart. Dumb of Ass.
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POV: you just got your ass whooped in a homoerotic sparring session
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Fallout: New Vegas: Matthew Perry
We at the Independent Fallout Wiki are deeply saddened to hear about the passing of Matthew Perry, who voiced Benny in Fallout: New Vegas.
We thank him for all the good memories he has provided, and our hearts go out to his loved ones. Rest in peace, Matthew.
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Arvel the Swift!
Here's the immediate aftermath of that picture, btw:
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