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apparently it's because she is the moon to sir gauvain's sun... which means that in the case of my lunette, ilmeni must be the sun... which means they are TWO LIGHT SOURCES they are TWIN LAMPS

i named lunette a long while ago randomly from a list of arthurian names but now i am finally reading the book she's in and it describes the namesake as an 'attractive, shrewd and clever brunette' so maybe i was onto something

#!!!!! #but it's mostly because it rhymes with brunette like come on chrétien we know the truth

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hang on is she brunette because her name is lunette or is she called lunette because she's a brunette

i named lunette a long while ago randomly from a list of arthurian names but now i am finally reading the book she's in and it describes the namesake as an 'attractive, shrewd and clever brunette' so maybe i was onto something

#do not trust medieval poets not to do stupid things with rhyme since 'sans nez sont nés'

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i named lunette a long while ago randomly from a list of arthurian names but now i am finally reading the book she's in and it describes the namesake as an 'attractive, shrewd and clever brunette' so maybe i was onto something

#i will find out i guess... medieval french is eh #anyway medieval lunette is a magician i think so maybe not completely on the mark. initially i intended to be a mage in morrowind which was #an Error

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Three men went into Ilunibi. One came out. Lunette, along with a force from Buckmoth, goes to answer Dagoth Gares's summons and find the lost patrol.

Raesa Pullia remained stoic, in turning over the corpse, – composed, on beholding the full effect of the corprus which had overtaken it, where I must turn and wish I had never come at all, – and made to speak; until perceiving a glint at the finger, she became so unreasonably pale, that she was half another person, and the man at her side let out a cry. The commander took as deep a breath as might be got, in the deathlike air; and said at last, returning to her command:

‘Another man may return, after all; but let it be covered.’ 

She had once known him by his face; now knew him, hardly, by the ring struggling on his finger. He was so ravaged, that she looked almost with relief at the blood spilled from him, which was as rusted-red as one might hope for, in the circumstances: she must look at that, and I must look only sideways, and wish again that I had not come, and wonder if I was dreaming. The man who’d got back to Gnaar Mok, had not been so bad as this: and we were hardly in!

‘Shall I stay with him, ma’am?’ asked one of the others.

Raesa Pullia had been about to chastise him; when seeing his face, paler than her own, she nodded, curt, and drew herself up. The others imitated her, for want of almost anything else. Our volunteer took up his post; regretted almost at once, agreeing to stand alone with a corpse, which in this flickering black, and in his raving imagination, was surely as bad as those half-dead shambling creatures further in; and Raesa Pullia began to line up our next move. I yet remained aside and wondered that I was still standing.

‘He is as desecrated as might be got,’ she said, voicelessly: ‘fear not what might happen so long as some of him may be brought home. Gods only know what has become of Renaud, –’

The volunteer, who had gone, mechanically, to close the corpse’s eyes though they were already thrice lidded with corprus, lifted his head behind us; and in the scarlet darkness of the cavern we’d already crossed, pointed at an emerging shadow. The shadow mocked, in a bow, his cowering fear. This figure, this man, – had more of his face than our corpse; yet so little left of his mind, that Raesa stood swaying a moment, before she knew him, before she knew his cloven broken face; before she knew she had an answer to a thing she’d not meant as a question. The shadow put up a bloated hand; mirrored, behind us, by the slow glinting of five separate swords, his eyes shone even in this gloom; and his mouth, twisted, spoke his answer, –

‘I am awake.’

#oc:lunette #this was supposed to be a wip extract. #i suppose this is a silly realisation but sometimes i remember that the corprus monsters were people once. and now so does lunette

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Heya,

Hope the MA is going well. Have some questions from that Truth & Dare ask game

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings 🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

the masters is going so well that today i have decided to impulse apply for a graduate traineeship in something totally unrelated... one of these days i will figure out my life

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

oh you have seen so much of my oc pairings... totally random impulse one for a canon pairing is that corvus and millona overuse the secret passage straight to the sea from their quarters. paddling and shenanigans probably ensue. thievery and smuggling? oh no they are definitely not associated at all with that sort of stuff

⛸️⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

most recent wip i've thought about is my original fic paysanne parvenue. which is uhh tangentially related to lunette's story. will describe it thusly

🇨🇵 🖤 📚 ✍️ 😭

it does not end as well as lunette's story does i will tell you that much

#ask game

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📚🎨🧩!

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

i do not have any notes at the moment. i suspect it was 'meadow pipit' because i saw a meadow pipit

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

oh i have too many favourites... at the risk of being a bit self-centred i still adore @elavoria's art of lunette, it just so perfectly captures her. the dress, the smirk, the uhhhhh cleavage. oh but now you've got me going through the archives... i can't choose a favourite. this and this and this need more notes though

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

i mean, aside from the usual bad grammar, bad spelling or complete disregard for paragraphing... i'm going to annoy a lot of people but my pet peeve is gerundives. not all of them, just the ones that introduce a fic like 'doing an action, the protagonist also did something else simultaneously somehow' or 'the protagonist did a thing, also doing something else at the same time'. i don't know why it annoys me. maybe it's just overdone. it's not a hard and fast nope though, and there are probably a lot of good exceptions where i didn't notice it happening

edit: second thoughts this isn't a problem per se it's just sometimes a symptom of a problem... if it's overused, maybe. the particular peeve is when two mutually exclusive actions are, by this method, seen to be happening at the same moment. i'm probably guilty of the things i'm complaining about. i haven't looked into it enough

#ask game #to be honest i can't put my finger on what characterises writing i don't enjoy but i can usually tell like a paragraph in #maybe i need to broaden my horizons

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🍓🌻 for that writing ask game

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

i mean. i remember the exact moment (i was like 8 or 9) i decided to make an oc/self-insert who was a time lord crossed with a hobbit... i wanted to be both so badly, i was properly obsessed. i don't think it took long for me to start rewriting lotr from the perspective of my probably actually very uninteresting side character... i do not recall how, 10 years later, i came to discover that fanfiction was actually a thing, much less why i decided that mine belonged on the internet (not the cringy time-hobbit ones though)

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

can i do multiple? @druidx @rosette-dragonborn and of course the asker

#ask game

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Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats  🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?  🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love 🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that? 🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis 🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help? 🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love 💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now?  🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis 🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both?  🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before 🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time?  🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings 🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual? 🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now 📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?  🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character 🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project? 🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on ❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best? 🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity 🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh  🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work? 🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate 🥝 ⇢ do you lie a lot? what's the most recent lie you told? 🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately  🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?  🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing 🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises? 🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here ☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username? 🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them 🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them 🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it 🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

#putting this here.

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welp i did a couple of translations and now i've no idea what to do with them since i can't send links in dms

so if anyone is more tumblr/computer literate than me, they might have to help. i use google docs but other formats are available probably

i could just post straight to ao3 as gifts or associated works or however it works but i don't want to do that with works that technically aren't mine (pym, 2011, 'the translator is not the author and i am sorry about that')

you know what. bouncing off the question from that tag game. if you have a (shortish) fic you want translating into french (bearing in mind i am not a native speaker) then wing me a link... can't guarantee it will turn out postable quality but if it does then i will uhhh somehow get it to you

(basically i have an exam in 2 weeks and am in desperate need of practice)

#not got to everyone's yet. hopefully i will manage a couple more this week #they're probably not good translations but putting them back through a machine translator doesn't come out unreadable so #oh my translation into french is so rusty. looking up every other word i swear

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you know what. bouncing off the question from that tag game. if you have a (shortish) fic you want translating into french (bearing in mind i am not a native speaker) then wing me a link... can't guarantee it will turn out postable quality but if it does then i will uhhh somehow get it to you

(basically i have an exam in 2 weeks and am in desperate need of practice)

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tagged by @sylvienerevarine for this tag game... i don't know who has already been tagged but i will tag @druidx and @redyn-nerevarine and anyone else who feels like it

How many works do you have on AO3?

91.. i have no idea how it got to that amount. most of them are like 500 words though. just bits. i also have 33 on fanfiction dot net but haven't posted there in years and years

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

146,927. which means i'm somehow significantly under my fanfiction dot net count (232,934!!) despite the 91 fics. damn what was i on back in 2015

3. What fandoms do you write for?

well you all know about the elder scrolls ones. have dabbled in dragon age and mass effect, but don't often publish what i write for those. my 2015 obsessions were merlin and sherlock and occasionally atlantis but they're pretty much abandoned

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

cannot really answer as i got hit a few times by the kudos bot. the formation of a courier is incontestably up there. as is where were you when the dragonborn came, but i've a feeling people accidentally end up on that one thinking the title is uhhh innuendo

5. Do you respond to comments?

i try to... i don't get too many and idk what to reply other than 'thanks! :)' though

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

an ultimatum and well laid plans maybe... i can't really say that my fics have endings. since they're mostly scraps and i never finish longer fics

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

see above... i try to end things happily but since i'm writing fics from the middle it's not always obvious from what i publish

8. Do you get hate on fics?

thankfully not. except an instance of delphine hate that wasn't very favourable to the fic either. and that one time way back when, when someone criticised a fic for being unrealistic. because the count of monte cristo is so realistic

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do not. the only time i tried, it ended up extremely non-explicit anyway. and i deleted it off ao3 because it was cringe but it was getting tons of hits from people probably expecting more. i used to tag my fanfiction dot net ones with 'this will not contain smut or anything like that' because i didn't realise that smut was what people were mainly looking for

10. Do you write crossovers? If so, what's the craziest one you've written?

i began a merlin/sherlock crossover that got quite popular but which i never finished... the crazy thing ended up being not so much the crossover but the existence of a magical teleporting conservative mp

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i damn well hope not

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i used to translate my own fics into french... i no longer have the translations but knowing how bad i was at french in 2015, i doubt they were readable. maybe i ought to try again... since nobody else appears to be doing so hehe

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

no although i have written crack fics with my sibling that would never make any sense to anyone including us

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

i'm not really in this for the shipping... my oc victoria hatteras and her platonic soulmate harbert brown will always be my otp but i do not publish anything about them. am however fond of julienne and marcurio (all the book smarts and none of the street smarts), and lunette and ilmeni (which despite lunette's cavalier attitude to romance, i am determined will be perfect)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

occasionally i still get requests to continue the aforementioned merlin-sherlock crossover. but that's probably not happening. really the answer is 'literally any of them' since i don't remember the last time i finished a multi-chapter fic

16. What are your writing strengths?

uhhh uniqueness. chaos punctuation. sounding like i died two hundred years ago

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

anything actually happening that involves like movement and stuff

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

i've not thus far felt like i needed to, at least for tes. if a fic called for french or german, then i'd try. if it called for anything else, i wouldn't trust myself or google translate enough. idk how readers would feel about that... i already invent words from french sometimes

19. First fandom you wrote for?

in terms of published works, it seems to be doctor who. in terms of generally... hell probably still doctor who, i was obsessive when i was younger

20. Favourite fic you've written?

all and none of them. the aforementioned formation of a courier... and the imperial city irregulars, that was a good one. i seem to be more consistent and less cringe where comedy is concerned than more serious fics

#tag game

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‘I must confess,’ said I though I’d confessed it before, and numerously: ‘that I cannot keep all the details straight: I am no historian, and especially not of Morrowind.’

‘It is not a history-lesson exactly,’ said Caius as he’d done before: but added as he’d not, that: ‘I know I have had you look at the big picture; but the least details may be just as important; and I think I might be sending you for more pieces to it, in time. It befits a spy to know the territory intimately, before they venture into it, –’

‘Then I had better know,’ said I, ‘what it is that the Emperor wants.’

I spread my hands as if to say: the cards up my sleeve are mediocre; and leant over more interested yet in his shaded documents, than I was in whatever his truthful answer might be. Caius made to hand me a bit of paper, which I recognised as his decoded cipher; but thought better of it, and retreated before even I had untied the first knotted capital of his scrawl. He pushed his glasses up his nose and read the thing as if he’d never seen it before; or as if he couldn’t read his own writing; whereupon I in the painful silence, said suddenly:

‘There is a gentleman who comes here sometimes, when I have been out. A High Elf, I think, nearly a foot above me, –’

‘Tyermaillin,’ returned Caius blinking.

He was too tall a man to be skirting around in the shadows; but noble enough, I’d thought, for a man who had pretended, in meeting me on the street, that he didn’t know me. I’d never known, not knowing him, why he’d needed to pretend; I’d supposed, in moments of prejudice, that an Altmer saw me much as I saw a ragged child hardly up to my waist. 

‘One of your other agents, I suppose,’ said I: ‘I know all this is bigger than me. Than both of us. That it goes all the way up, that the upper echelons are shaken, and the world with them. – This man, this Tyermaillin, –’

‘One of the other agents in Vvardenfell,’ replied Caius still distracted by his paper, hoping perhaps it were a mistranslation. ‘I had forgotten to introduce you.’

‘I suppose too,’ said I, ‘that you have forgotten to tell me a good many things that you have told him. I am missing pieces, great pieces, and cannot put it all together. But I have suspicions, and must have suspicions, because I am a spy, –’

Caius too, was missing pieces of the thing: and I did not quite see it, in the moment: saw his papers as some disparate whole I didn’t know about, and not as they were, as disparate only. He took up another bit, compared it, wondered which to pass me, if I ought to know at all.

‘Oh!’ said he, ‘we all have suspicions. Of course we do. But without more information, we are all at a loss, and, –’

‘You are looking for a Nerevarine,’ said I flippant, ‘or if you cannot find one, you mean to make one.’

Caius continued only to blink at me. I took this, and the glance at his papers, quite in error; and set forth upon those suspicions I’d had, – that this all came from the Emperor himself, – that a pet Nerevarine, who’d topple gods and remake a province, would be a fine asset: a finer one at least, than a shabby pipe-smoker and a scrawny thief. That prophecies cannot be talked of, without their beginnings arising in shadows and side-glances and things half known: that if the Blades believed Nerevar was to return, then he'd return, in the first face which half fitted the description. 

And it was ridiculous, and it was superstition, and if Caius meant to mention the simultaneous proliferation of congested ash-things, then he must not underestimate though he had seen their forms dusty as the gathering Ghostgate air, – simple coïncidence.

I’d never since Marianne’s preachings on Mara’s all-loving embrace, held forth so against superstition; and breathless, I looked back at Caius, for I’d lost myself half in it. He sighed and passed a hand over his brow and gathering that paternal air I’d increasingly seen in him, picked out two or three of the papers to hand to me, –

‘And the man Tyermaillin,’ I said at last, ‘is tall, and grand, and his hair is high upon his brow, – he is an Elf at least, and may play the part to your liking.’

Caius squinted at me more than at his handwriting; and said, very slowly:

‘You think Tyermaillin is to be the Nerevarine?’

I must confess that I didn’t know: only that I hadn’t seen anyone else visit Caius’s house, save myself, – he winced, and I did not see it, in the moment, – and that I’d conjectured myself halfway to oblivion, and would not speculate so wildly again. The confession was not entirely out, when I realised it was not quite true; and that Caius was still looking at me in that strange paternal sort of way, as I supposed the Emperor might have looked at him, even as he gave him orders founded in dreams and superstitions and toy-soldier fantasies. 

‘No,’ said Caius, ‘no, it is not him. And I am not sure the thing is superstition. Stranger things have happened; and strange things are to come; but if I told you that Nerevar would reincarnate as Cyrodiil as you or I, would you, –’

‘I’d think you ridiculous,’ said I: and beginning to smile, shaky as the upper echelons, perfectly missed in the moment for it was convoluted, my own name, – repeated like a prayer, – winding and bound into those papers he curled beneath his fingers.

#breton girl writes #oc:lunette #oh this was supposed to be a wip extract from a tag... bit more than an extract i think

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The Falmer gone off in persistent search of my Thrown Voice, and the chaurruses likewise having scuttled away like cats to the rattling of their food-bowl, I bent beside the chest, – which I had determined was either not Falmer; or else some Falmer, tired of spiky grey minimalism and chitin plate, had decided to try a new design. I would not put it past the Falmer of Blackreach, – it must get dull down here, – once the novelties of scrap Dwemer metal and exciting new species of mushroom had worn off; but I was convinced this was from the above-ground; and made by the decidedly not scuttly. The wood had begun to crumple a little; and the hinges had fared little better; but there was a magic on it which even the miserable mizzle of Blackreach could not get to, which my own magic went determined into, and bounced straight off. 

‘Oh!’ said I: ‘do you know a better lockpicking spell?’

Marcurio looked askance at me, and said that the first thing every student learns, when clambering back to the university after a night of revelry, with the curfew in full force, is from the renowned book It's A Hard Lock Life For Us. – I therefore invited him to try. His spell, – o I could not imagine him revelling!, – bounced straight back as mine had.

‘If experience is anything to go by,’ said he, ‘the hardest locks guard fifty-seven septims and an iron dagger. – We ought to keep moving.’

‘Oh!’ I returned, ‘I want to see, – it rattles, listen, –’

And so after much deliberation, we decided upon trying a combined spell; joined hands, summoned it; and not knowing quite if combination worked, tried it regardless. The poor battered box looked miserably at us; creaked; and gave up entirely.

‘A crimson nirnroot!’ I cried at once.

‘Julienne, we already have thirty, –’ Marcurio protested. 

I must scowl and pick up the thing (which was damp quite beyond the norm for a nirnroot, more on the slimy sort of scale); and putting it carefully between two bits of paper, slide it in with the rest. The others in my bag were still chiming, faintly; this one let out a pathetic little whine and fell silent.  

‘Julienne, –’ said Marcurio suddenly. 

He thrust his hand into the box, and drew out the thing I'd wholly ignored, in favour of the sad nirnroot. – A thing which had kept its lustre, despite or perhaps because of the nirnroot-slime at the edges; which was so golden as to half blind us, in the thin darkness of Blackreach; and which we thought, somewhere in our unconsciousness, that we recognised. It was long, thin and perfectly unearthly. It was an Elder Scroll. 

Marcurio whistled: held the thing up as if to read it: thought better of it, valuing despite everything his sanity; and so kept it rolled up and wielded it quite fit to hit someone over the head with it. – I looked about for Falmer and doubted they’d succumb to a whack with a scroll. – The place still empty, – for my Voice had echoed over cliffs and chasms and possibly directly into a troll-nest, – he beheld it eyes gleaming, and said:

‘This must be what we’re looking for! Someone’s been to Mzark before us, –’

‘Oh!’ said I, ‘I hope they haven’t done anything stupid.’

‘They have left an Elder Scroll in a box in a Falmer camp,’ said he, ‘I don’t think we can hope for too much.’

‘How will we know if it is the right Scroll?’ said I.

Marcurio feigned having already been inspecting the thing for identifying marks. He was just about to declare that a particular engraving looked like a dragon; when suddenly he deflated, and cried:

‘The damnable, – the bloody, –

And all at once, he unfurled the Scroll and held it before him; I jumped forwards and feared we’d both be blinded and the ceiling collapse and the world end, – but nothing happened save that Marcurio put his head in his hands and threw the Scroll in my general direction. It did not blind me; nor was it inscribed in enigmas and mysteries; it said at the top: Special Limited Edition; and in the rest of it, things which cannot be related for reasons of decency and copyright. In the early Fourth Era, it seems, there had been a fad for novelty books, which had exceeded the boundaries of decorum, and also of people’s bookshelves; and which had, apparently, gone so far into the tacky and out of the other side, that we’d both of us been fooled. A run of popular books had been printed in the form of Elder Scrolls; and for reasons known only to a certain debauched actor of deepest history, one of them had been The Lusty Argonian Maid. 

‘I want to gouge my eyes out,’ said Marcurio. 

I looked at him; at the scroll, foolishly; thought the same thing; wondered if a Moth Priest had ever been driven to voluntary blindness by bad erotica; and burst out laughing.

‘It isn’t funny!’ said he: ‘we wasted so much magicka on that damn lock, –’

‘Oh!’ said I, ‘we have a crimson nirnroot, –’

It was too dark to see what else was in the box: but perceiving glimmers which reflected the distant pinpricks on the vault, I put my hand in. I found a coin or two, – what I hoped for fear of worse, were the wet remains of another nirnroot, – then, at last, after all our treasure-hunting efforts, my fingers fell upon something smooth, something cut, something faceted, –

‘A NEW HAND TOUCHES THE BEACON! –’

#breton girl writes #o this is silly. creative writing society bit from yesterday. theme was quests and the discussion at the start went immediately to skyrim #and a certain quest in skyrim. so #i don't think this is (head)canon. just too silly

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@sheirukitriesfandom tagged me a few days ago for a wip extract... have this bit about a plate of morrowind sandwiches

We found, over the course of the evening, that crab and hackle-lo went well together, for two things which are never acquaintanced in the wild, and so Julianne baptised it unnaturally good; that the bite to bittergreen, like cress, perfectly set off an egg sandwich, though kwama eggs to the uninitiated have a bit of the cave-damp still in them; that comberry jam in copious quantities almost made up for sliced hound meat; and that scuttle is best thrown out to the birds. (Julianne went out the next morning with this express intention; and found herself complained at by pretentious birds used to better scraps.) My companion’s only complaint was that they did bread better in Cyrodiil, and especially over westwards; but I was used enough to what was left of it by the time it reached Solstheim, that I could not offer a point in its disfavour. I realised too late, to my dismay, that the Councillor had perhaps unwittingly bribed me with sandwiches [...]

tagging @rosette-dragonborn @elavoria and anyone else who wants to take part!

#breton girl writes #oc:lunette #oc:julianne #tag game

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tagged by @wispstalk for a wip extract... lunette is informed who has been directing an ebony-smuggling operation, or, pictures taken moments before lunette loses her uhh. honour. to carnius's deputy. oh what is going on with the solstheim chapters

‘We have been working for Carnius! – o you coward!’ ‘Coward?’ said Uryn half perplexed: ‘at least it pays well.’ ‘O does it,’ said I: ‘I suppose it pays enough for your tastes, because you do not complain; but o how much it must pay Carnius! You are a thief, not a bootlicker! the man has diamond cufflinks!’ ‘Miss Lunette,’ he said quite plainly: ‘I do not think you can afford to have scruples, either.’ ‘I’ll not sell my damn honour,’ said I, ‘I am a thief!’

#breton girl writes #tag game #oc:lunette #writing has been hard these past few days... think my brain has been scrambled by too much translation. so i'm piecing together dialogues #and leaving them for future self to sort out #oh lunette is such a massive hypocrite. which is great because i can just make her do whatever and it's narratively justifiable

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tagged by @elavoria for a wip extract... have been working on the solstheim chapters but don't want to put up any spoilers. so have julianne meeting lunette, who at this point is little more than an angsty teenager, in the city

‘What I mean to say is,’ Marianne went on, ‘is that you’d be more than welcome to help in future business; and in return for a share of the spoils.’ ‘Would she?’ said Lunette: cutting: ‘look at her!’ I did not look my best, – having got mud and sand all through the skirt of my robes, – and my hair all tangled in the lake-breeze: and so returned quite naively, that I knew I did not look like a thief, but I’d be glad to offer my skills as a mage, if all this were so honourable as it had been portrayed to me, – and I trusted Marianne immensely, even if I didn’t trust Lunette as far as I could throw her. ‘She's never felt so much cold as over shoes in snow,’ the latter retorted with a cryptic sort of air: and huddled back into her book. 

tagging anyone who wants to take part :)

#tag game #breton girl writes

[bretongirlwrites]

tagged by @elavoria and @sheirukitriesfandom both for a wip extract... will tag in return @druidx @rosette-dragonborn and @sylvienerevarine, if they want to share :)

in which julianne does crime and meets marianne... basically a copy of necromancer's moon is stolen from the arcane university and both the university and the thieves' guild find themselves on the same trail

‘Stop right there, criminal scum!’ cried a voice at my back: and before I could begin a spell, my hands were in someone else’s and quite out of action. The grip was so tight, that I feared I’d never leave it: until my captor laughed and let me go and turning me around so that I was flat against the house wall, said:  ‘Aha! I’ve always wanted to say that. Got you! What are you up to?’ I’d thought to be in the clutches of some scowling criminal; by the strength and deftness of her hands, the clasp of a dastardly rogue; found myself rather, facing a woman, – barely a woman, – ten years my younger, thin as a lathe and face bright even in the night. She was not the Thieves’ Guild I’d imagined. If indeed she was Thieves’ Guild, – I tried to breathe, dared to scratch my head, wondered quite if I knew what I was up to myself. If I was up to anything, it was my neck at this point.

#oc:julianne #tag game #breton girl writes #because necromancer's moon was stolen for the necromancers and the grey fox disapproves and wants to find the rogue thief #i suppose all thieves are rogues. hum