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Fin Ronaan ahrk fin LahzeyThe silence of the swamp that night was almost deafening.
Of course, he could still hear the chirping of insects and the occasional chitter of a Mudcrab, but the second set of footsteps that had been leading him on for the last few months was absent. Marcurio tried his best to ignore it, focusing his thoughts instead on the fight he was storming away from. Seven months roaming Skyrim together, slaying undead and dangerous creatures, and now it was over? Just like that, the arrogant Altmer though he could just send Marcurio home when they were halfway across the province?! Marcurio swiped vindictively at an overhanging branch, snapping the dry thing from its parent and knocking it into the water as he marched past. The nerve….
The mage began to slow as his thoughts turned to the reason they had come out to these swamps in the first place…after Morthal's near destruction at the hands of a vampire coven, the people had become more and more wary of the bloodsuckers. They had
Aar do faal Diil - Pt. 3The sun had set by the time the trio began to approach the ruins of the High Gate nordic crypt. Their way remained lit by the torches they each carried, but beyond this meager circle of flickering light, the night remained as black as the inside of a troll's cave. Even the stars seemed dim that night, and barely a sound could be heard but for their footsteps and the lapping of the Sea of Ghosts along the shoreline. Insects, horkers, distant wolves…all were silent, as if aware of the terrible force the ruins now held.
Azaron walked at the head of the group, leading them with a stride that the others couldn't quite match. A knotted mass of unease and nervous excitement fueled his pace, because on the one hand, he wanted to tear Valundre to pieces…but on the other hand, he was not as eager to face Tarene in battle. Many disregarded the Altmer upon first impression - he was a decent warrior, and a fine archer, but not Dragonborn, to them - but having fought alongside Tarene f
Aar do faal Diil - Pt. 2"This is not a good idea." Vorstag stated for what felt like the thirtieth time that day. "Daedra are dangerous beings, and there's no guarantee that they'll help us." Azaron's ears remained pinned to his skill, as they had been almost since leaving Ivarstead for Solitude.
"I know," The Khajiit replied. "But I am already this one's champion, so she will at the least hear us out." As they had descended the seven-thousand steps, Azaron had explained to Vorstag and Marcurio how, at least two years earlier, he and Tarene had stumbled upon a crystal beacon, hidden in a bandit's fort. Meridia had spoken to them - summoned them to her shrine - and ordered them to cleanse her temple of a necromancer who had taken up residence. They had done so, and the Daedric Prince had named them as her Champions. A despiser of the undead, Meridia was a powerful being who would take no great liking to a long-dead mage seeking to return to life.
Two carriages and one long hike later, they were beginning to a
Aar do faal Diil - Pt. 1Whiterun was a nice enough city, though it wasn't one Marcurio would ever trade for Riften (Thieves Guild and all). He'd visited the central city of Skyrim once or twice before, following clients who had business there, or who were passing through. He'd never stayed longer than a day or two, before, but it had been at least three days since he'd walked through those main gates, this time. His latest visit was courtesy of his most recent employer, an Altmer by the name of Tarene, who had wanted to stop and pay a visit to a mutual friend of theirs.
A Khajiit who made a living hunting bounties, Azaron had been one of Marcurio's previous employers, and had recommended the mage to his partner, Tarene. He had recently returned to Jorvaskrr to rejoin the guild he'd left some years previously, and word of his success had prompted Tarene to plan a detour in between their usual dungeon-delving. They had hired a carriage from Solitude to Whiterun, and had arrived early on a chilly Sun's Dusk Tird
Egvir do Fo DinokArcwind Point was a very open place, with not a single building that had not been filled in by snow and ice at some point in its long history. The Draugr that populated the place had all been buried on the surface; Their deeper brethren were forever sealed beneath the ice sheet, and the survivors' own sarcophagi sat amongst large drifts of snow and sheets of ice. This meant that there was a finite amount of them, and an expedition to clear them out wouldn't have to worry about more Draugr spawning from the darkness as they fought.
Unfortunately, that also meant less treasure would be available upon success, but that wasn't the main reason they were there.
Crouching atop an icy rock formation, Tarene tapped his fingers against his knee in thought. The soft, rhythmic tapping of flesh upon metal served as a metronome to keep the elf's thoughts on track as he tried to figure out their best method for approach. Following the near-disaster in Valundre's Cairn, Tarene had traded his usual rob
Feyn do fin KonahrikThey had been hunting in the forests around Falkreath when they'd stumbled upon the cave entrance.
It had been a natural formation, but at some point in history, it had been smoothed and carved into a rough-hewn entryway. A decrepit pathway of stones led from the entrance away into the forest, and the path was lined with leaning stone pillars, which fell into ruin more and more the further they stretched from the cave. The entire area had long been overgrown by the forest, and the path had only recently been cut free. A bloodstain splattered across the ground by the cave entrance, and scraps of some bandit's fur armor lent clues to the identity of the path-cutter…though the stain was long dried, and there were no bodies in sight.
"Looks like there's a cave here…" Marcurio muttered dryly as he stood before the entrance with his curious employer. It was a statement of the obvious, but it lead nicely into his next suggestion. "..think we should check it out?" He asked with a
Faal Aaz EvgirWhen he'd joined the Companions, he'd been promised combat, glory, and companionship. No-one had said anything about isolation and torture.
Tarene sat slumped against the rough-hewn wall of his makeshift cell, staring out through the rusted bar at the laboratory of the twisted warlock, and his decomposing corpse against the far wall. A word wall and the allure of treasure from an ornate chest had tricked the Altmer into stepping onto a trapdoor, and the long fall had broken his leg, his ankles, and knocked him unconscious. He'd woken up in a small cell, stripped of his gear and weapons, and captured by the very warlock he'd been sent out to kill.
It had taken but a few short minutes for the warlock to discover Tarene's fear of fire, and the vile man had gleefully used it to torment the captured Altmer. Hours and hours of torches, destruction spells, and begging that fell on deaf ears finally led to Tarene shouting in his own defense. Why he hadn't done so before, he couldn't remember,
Toor VolHe was roused back to consciousness by a splash of warm wine to the face. Coughing and sputtering, the Altmer tried to wipe the liquid away, and was surprised when his arms barely moved. Then the pain started to register - a burning ache in his torso, arms, and calves - and soon after that came the heat. His skin was already drenched with sweat, and he could still feel the sting of the cuts and gashes that littered his body. His robes were in tatters from some attack - they were only simple monk's robes, worn for disguise, not protection - and the familiar weight of his weapons and most of his gear were missing.
"Well, good morning~" A smug voice greeted him from the doorway. Tarene lifted his head and gritted his teeth at the Altmer standing there, fighting the haze that plagued his mind. He knew where it came from, now - the torches along the walls, and the large pit of burning coals that took up most of the floor built up quite a lot of heat. "It's about time you woke up. This would
APH - Cold EncounterIt was a cold, clear February day in Stockholm, Sweden. Not unusually cold, for that time of year; the temperature high was around -1℃, and though it had snowed a fair few millimeters the previous day, the weather broke no records. It was about 8pm, and though the workday crowd had long since returned home, the city streets were still fairly populated with shoppers and people being out and about, and enjoying what remained of the slowly fading daylight. It was still early in the month, so the daylight hours were still short, but they would steadily return as the days wore on.
Not that darkness would cause a real slow down in activity. This was the 21st century, after all.
Sweden stood on a corner of the street, shopping bags in hand, and free hand tucked into the pocket of his coat as he waited for the crosswalk light to change. As he did about this time every year, the nation was beginning to dream of a quiet cabin up in the mountains, with thick wooden walls, a warm fireplace,
Yandere!Levi x Reader |Notes| AUA/N: It is creepy at times.
You always thought that nobody liked you. No, not in a depressing sort of way - just that nobody had a "crush", or any romantic feelings for you. It didn't really bother you, you didn't need a man's attention. That's why you felt genuinely surprised when you saw a piece of paper on your desk.
It was an average day at school, nothing more, nothing less. The bell rang, signaling class was about to start, and that's when you noticed the slip of paper that managed to find your desk. Thinking that maybe one of your friends left you a note, you opened it was low expectations. Boy, did your eyes widen when you read the contents.
Your hair looks absolutely gorgeous, as do you.
Letting out a shaky laugh, you figured that it was probably just a prank. People liked to sadistically deceive one another all the time, right? The bait was set, but there was no way you'd snap at it for a cheap laugh. Ignoring that note, you just stuffed it in your backpack, and carr
Secret Admirer [Yandere!Levi x Blind!Reader] III
[Warning: kidnapping and themes of Stockholm’s syndrome]
With each passing day in this cage of darkness incarcerating your person, little pieces of your sanity drifted away little by little. Instead of fighting to escape, screaming until your throat numbed or crying until your eyes were dry, you slowly surrendered to the chains, clinging you to the frigid brick wall. You accepted the once annoying springs in your cot, intending your sensitive skin with their points. It was not that you particularly wished to. You were just too tired to resist anymore.
Worst of all, you found yourself embracing the assistances of your captor.
He very rarely spoke, and when he did, it was usually cursing to himself or low commands to you. He invaded your space more often: sometimes, he came with bread, warm porridge, water or hot tea. Sometimes, he brought a large bucket full of warm water and a rag which he used to keep your placid skin and growing locks neat and clean. At first, this caused you t
Secret Admirer V [Yandere!Levi x Blind!Reader]
[Warning: Themes of kidnapping and Stockholm's syndrome]
Click. Click. Click.
The familiar footsteps immediately diminished your drowsiness. You jolted from your pillow, directing your body towards the sounds and curled your knees to your chest. Though the sound of the iron grating against the bricks normally made anyone sick, you were used to it. In fact, you found it comforting. It signaled that the only person in your life, your captor, your mysterious lover, your secret admirer, approached you. As his steps halted at the edge of your bed, you shyly held out your hands, questioning his whereabouts. You couldn’t hide your smile as the warmth of his calloused hands encircled your frigid fingers, and his weight shifted you a little closer to him. After cradling the back of your head in his palm, he pulled you into a slow, sultry kiss. At first, you thought of this term of affection as intrusive. It invaded your space physically, emotionally and mentally. But, overtime, you loved
The Bite of '87 (FNaF Story)The car turned into the crowded parking lot that bustled with various families walking towards the cheery building. My son was kicking my seat from behind, extremely excited that we arrived.
“Anthony, please stop kicking. We’ll be there in a minute, I promise.” I parked the car in a spot not too far from the entrance, and got out of the driver’s seat to help him out of the car. I lifted him out and set him lightly on the pavement. He grabbed my hand and yanked me towards the building.
“Come ooooon! I wanna see Fweddy! Let’s gooo!” I chuckled, following him inside the building titled Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Place.
When we entered, the room was loud with the cheering of children and people singing. We walked between cluttered tables to get a seat off to the side. The singing was coming from a stage of animatronic animals. One was a bear, one a chicken, one a bunny, and a fox.
A waitress came by to ask what we wanted, then left for the kitche
Secret Admirer IV [Yandere!Levi x Blind!Reader]
[Warning: themes of kidnapping and Stockholm’s syndrome]
Nothing hurt Levi more than hearing your screams and cries of despair, bouncing along the walls and piercing down to his psyche. But, overtime, these rebellious noises diminished. You resisted him less and less and even seemed to enjoy his visits . Gradually, he believed you adjusted to the idea that he indeed only wished to protect you and take care of you.
He witnessed himself how crafty and adept you could be in the underground. Despite your blindness, you learned how to avoid danger and fight off predators that crossed your path. But, in the dangerous world you lived in, one mistake was all you needed. The hollows in your collarbone and your cheeks, the sags beneath your eyes indicated how underfed you were, which lead to a physical weakness that even you could not ignore. Despite the cloudy film over your eyes, a pleasant innocence and purity resided behind those beautiful, damaged windows. You were a perfect balance o
Steve x Reader Missing You
There was no sugar-coating it; Steve was miserable.
(Name) had been assigned on a mission hundreds of miles away from DC, and SHIELD wasn’t sure when she’d be back.
It was a dangerous mission, sure. But it’s not like he was overtly concerned for her well-being. She was a level seven Agent. She could handle herself.
Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but feel incredibly lonely, sitting by himself on the couch and watching The Andy Griffith Show reruns on TV. It was always more fun when (Name) was with him, attempting to explain some of the odd, outdated technology he’d missed out on while he was frozen during the 50s. They also enjoyed laughing at/mimicking the Southern drawl every character had. But since she wasn’t here, there wasn’t a point.
By his feet, (Name)’s German shepherd Finn snored, snoozing happily next to his master’s husband. Steve sighed, breaking away from the TV to reach down and pet the adventurous dog, who made a cont
2P!Axis x Child!Reader - We Meet Again
"Ah! You again!" you pointed your finger at the brown haired Italian man.
"Oh, it's you aga-" before he could even finish his sentence, he started running as you chase him around, "What do you want from me?!"
"My lasagna!" you yelled.
"What?! Lutz! Stop her!"
As soon as he said that, you were lift uop in the air by a man with a scar beneath his left eye which extends across his cheek.
He sighed, "Why are you scared of a little girl?"
"I'm not scared! It's just that she creeps me out!"
"But the girl looks normal to me." a Japanese man said.
"Put me down!" you yelled.
"Why? So you can run of and call the police?" the man with the scars said.
"No! So I can kick your butts!" you pinched his arm causing him yelp and drop you.
You landed on your foot then kicked him on his leg before grabbing your baseball bat and started chasing the three.
After five minutes or so, the Italian gave up and promised to make you lasagna if you stop hitting him and his friends. Of course, you agreed and they in
Who's the Father? (Chubby!Mom!ReaderxChildren!BTT)“Mutti! Mutti! Lets go to the park!”
“Please maman! Can we go to the park?”
(Name) was being jumped on by her three boys, the trio begging to go to the park. She chuckled at her boys and ruffled their hair, trying to settle them down. They were such a hyperactive bunch of kids, always making a mess and getting into all kinds of trouble, but (Name) didn’t mind. They were her children, blood or not, and she loved them all the same.
“If you three clean up your rooms, I’ll not only take you to the park, but buy you each a treat,” (Name) said with a smile as she crouched down to their eye level.
“Thank you!” the boy cried out and tackled (Name) in a hug, burying their faces into her soft chest.
They quickly ran off towards their combined room, leaving (Name) sitting on the floor with a wide grin on her face. As she listened to the happy chatter between her three boys, she stood up and wandered the living
2P!America x Child!Reader - Lullaby
"Bro," you said as you laid in your bed, "Can you sing me a lullaby?"
"Why?" he questioned.
"Daddy always sings me a lullaby before I go to sleep." you replied.
Allen sighed, "Does it have to be a lullaby? No other songs like rap or pop?"
"Lullaby... Stupid." you murmured the last word.
"Okay," Allen sat beside you on your bed and started singing in a low, calm tone, "Twinkle twinkle little star,
How I wonder what you are...
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky...
When the blazing sun is gone,
When the nothing shines upon...
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night...
Then the traveler in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark...
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so...
When the blazing sun is gone,
When the nothing shines upon...
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star."
Once he's done, he noticed that you were already sleeping. He smiled and kissed your forehead before closing the lights.
SDG - Kakuto's BioBLANC BASE FILE ID:
NAME: Kakuto, Knight of the Flames, and Junior Guardsman of the Kishavan Royal Guard
AGE: Unknown, appears to be, mentally, in his teens.
USUAL CLOTHING: Black armor with highlights that shift between red, orange, and yellow with changes in lighting, a black cape with a red inner lining, and a few accents of silver.
NOTABLE TATTOOS/SCARS/MARKINGS/ECT: None
KNOWN RELATIVES: None
PERSONALITY: Cold shouldered, in general. He believes in handling his own problems, and has no friends beyond his Guardsman partners and Raah. He grudgingly admits that he needs the SDG's help to liberate his homeland, but he makes it very clear that if he could, he'd handle it himself. He has a softer side, though - one that's terrified that he'll never see his homeland shine in freedom again.
FRIENDS: Ajatamaru, Christen, Raah (all OCs)
SPECIAL BELONGINGS: The seal of the Kishavan Royal Guard, which he wear
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
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