@daydreaming-optimist tagged me to bold all the things that apply to me! Thank you for the tag bestie! I don’t know why the bold is still showing up in the wrong places for me on your post, SO I’m gonna bold and add color to this post in the hopes that it doesn’t glitch. Dunno if that’ll fix it, but color’s great anyway!
APPEARANCE
I'm over 5’5” // I wear glasses/contacts // I have blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have blue eyes // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear make-up // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer nike to adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards
HOBBIES AND TALENTS
I play a sport // I can play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing // I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own** // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during school or work breaks // I can do a handstand
**need clarification on what qualifies as wild. But very probably no. Working on it tho!
RELATIONSHIPS
I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I have a crush // I have a best friend I have known for ten years // my parents are together // I have dated my best friend // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone i have met online
AESTHETICS
have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colours // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season
MISCELLANEOUS
I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy mexican food // I can drive a stick-shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least three dogs
Tagging: @cris080799 @of-the-elves @senatorhotcheeto @cantankerouscanuck @yarnyarnbinks @courageisneverforgotten @permanentreverie @willowstea @deirdredoodle @percyjacksonwriter @obesecamels @justthatspiffy and anyone else who wants to do this!
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cw dysphoria, spiraling
nothing like intrusive thoughts about that time last summer you visited a women’s college and thought I could’ve gone here if I had transitioned in high school* that over a year later still resonates with you because you wish you could see your life as a logical straight path and you wish you could have lifted the fog that hung over you for so many years and found a voice to speak up for yourself, because you’ve come so far in such a short time relatively speaking but it’s past midnight on Christmas and you didn’t even have the guts to speak up to your dad when he deadnames you around your entire family, and you wish that you could fix every little moment that brought you here but in truth, there was no path carrying you to the present moment other than the exact one you’re on
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[Image ID: Three digital illustrations, each depicting a different character or group of characters.
The first is a child like figure sitting cross-legged, holding his hands together. He is covered in small bugs, and is smiling at the viewer. He wears a shaggy gray leopard print coat over a white shirt and worn bright pink jeans. His hair is brown and unkempt, spiking up in multiple areas. A glow emanates from his clutched hands. Behind him is a swarm of gnats. The background is a pile of swarming millipedes. An opaque white square helps bring the child into focus.
The second image is of two figures, holding hands and smiling at each other. One figure is on the bottom left, and the other is hanging upside-down from the top right. Their hands meet in the very center of the image. The one in the bottom left wears brown and red tones, except for a pale green undershirt, and has an eyepatch. The one in the top right wears blue and green tones, except for a yellow bra, and has long dark blue hair that fades into the sky. Her eyes give off a faint blue glow. The background behind the left figure is layers of dirt and tree roots. Behind the right figure is clouds and sky.
The third is a group of four figures, each facing a different direction- one in the center, facing the viewer, two behind them, with their backs towards each other, and a fourth in the mid back, with their back to the viewer. All four are wearing Japanese male student uniforms. All figures have unnaturally white skin and dark hair. Their eyes are mostly not visible except for the centermost figure, whose right eye is white with black irises and left eye is black with white irises.
Starting at the leftmost figure, going clockwise, the figures cover their eyes, ears, and mouth, each of which is obscured by bright red smudges. The leftmost figure is crying red, and the rightmost figure is looking towards the centermost figure helplessly. The frontmost figure has both hands held up in surrender, the palms of which are covered in candy-red blood. Red chains snake off red manacles around their wrists. They have smears of red blood on their cheeks, and are looking towards the viewer in shock. The background is in grayscale, and consists of square rings of alternating looped drawings of vintage clown faces and dark gray. End image description.]
Doing some art of my TMA OCs, so I have something to put up on my artfight page for ‘em. Here’s my corruption, buried, vast, and stranger avatars :] I think I spent more time on the description here than I did on some of the art, lol /j
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System Outing Post - the Roundtable Collective
We've been struggling with mental health for a period of time, and we've discovered that being a system is good for decision making. We've also always felt that we inadvertently created a separate sense of self to deal with the various special interests we have, so we now identify as a median system. These are our personas:
Bryn Jenkins - an outspoken dragon-human hybrid of Welsh descent who’s quick to judge and very expressive, and, of course, a staunch anti-imperialist. He will mod anything to with social justice, Celtic history and Arthurian legends.
Tamaki Mikoto - another one of our social justice mods, but deals with issues pertaining to ASEAN and anti-nuclear politics, including cancer and the ARS-adjacent effects of chemotherapy. She is a Japanese schoolgiri who’s moved to tears quite easily, and has anxieties regarding Gawa-sama’s health and her relationship with Him which are quite severe, meaning she’s quick to jump to His defense. Also a very nervous person in general who speaks little in person and prefers written communication as a result.
Astrid Densen - motherly and feminine, Norwegian Astrid is the level-headed one of our bunch who worries for everyone and enjoys wearing traditional Norwegian dresses. Posts mainly about mental health and Norse paganism.
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You changed your icon!! It's so pretty!
I did!! Thank you! It’s an old art project recreation of a painting my friend gave me years ago. It also happens to be the very first thing I EVER made on procreate, which is insane to think about. To me it symbolizes an interest in learning new things (art skills) just for fun/just to try them and see what it’s like AND a general love/fascination of fantastical nature things (PRETTY COLORFUL SKY!)! I’ve considered recreating this recreation image, now that I kind of know what I’m doing on Procreate, but I like that this one is still rough around the edges. It’s a stepping stone project!
That’s a lot of information! But there you go!
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"Would You Kill For Me?"
summary: asking your partner the most intimate question of all - would he kill for you? gn reader, no pronouns or y/n used.
feat: Cicero, Teldryn, Vilkas, Miraak, Brynjolf, Erandur, Farkas, Mercer
warnings: obv allusions to violence, nothing explicit. alcohol.
"I already have."
Cicero giggles, slapping a gloved hand on your shoulder. "Of course I've killed for you! Silly Listener, asking your poor, beloved Cicero such a question."
Rationally, you know any other person would be upset - but it's endearing. You know deep in your heart that Cicero would slice through anyone who even looks at you wrong without a second thought.
"Would you kill for your Keeper?" He asks coyly, sliding closer. It's too difficult to resist his charm. You find yourself grinning, remembering the many threats of bodily harm you've inflicted upon any initiate who breathes a negative word about your beloved.
"Any day, my love."
"Why? You offering to return the favor?" Teldryn smirks before taking a drink from his mug. The tip of his boot knocks into yours under the table, earning a nice flush in your cheeks. You've clearly had too much to drink but Teldryn looked so pretty in the low tavern lighting, the alcohol loosening your tongue enough to voice all those silly little questions you've had floating around.
"You have?" You urge, leaning so far over the table you're practically laying on it. Teldryn grins, bowing toward you and his voice conspiratorially low when he speaks again.
"Of course - why do you think all that chatter about you being an untrustworthy outlander stopped so quickly?"
"I thought my good deeds were enough to earn their trust." You pout, thinking back on the sudden shift in opinion.
"Oh yes, yes - that too, but a few well placed jabs never hurt."
"I'd die for you."
"Isn't that better? To die for you?" Vilkas laments, lips stained red from his third glass of wine. The question had hardly been in your mind before it slipped out - late nights toasting to the Companions often left you tipsy.
"I'd rather you lived for me." You hiccup, leaning closer to him. Those dark eyes still track every little move you make despite the intoxication. "A happy, long live if I have any say in the matter."
He lapses into silence but you know his mind is still chewing on that question. Swirling the wine in his glass Vilkas reclines into his seat, staring earnestly into the low burning fire.
"Vilkas, it was just a silly question." Those eyes cut straight through you, blinking away whatever retort he'd come up with before simply placing a kiss to the back of your hand.
"I would die in your stead." Miraak's hands cup your face, each word soaked in adoration. "I've died in your arms once, my Dragon. I would gladly do it once more."
You will never truly grow accustomed to this version of him - stripped of the malice he'd lived with for so long, he's become devoted to you. Too many pupils gaze lovingly into your eyes, the crooked bridge of his nose bumping yours. You've never known a love like his and doubt that many ever will - he's had lifetimes to yearn, to want something more and hone a vocabulary that often leaves you a flustered mess.
"You're far too serious." He grins at those words, the ones you've said dozens of times.
"I would tear the world to shreds for you, my love. I would tear myself to shreds."
"I cant."
Brynjolf's words carry a silent apology - of course you knew his answer but watching him squirm can be fun.
"I'm sorry, love - I know it isn't the romantic answer but I don't think I could bring myself to do somethin' like that. Not after -"
"Bryn." Grasping his face, your heart still skips a beat when those green eyes find yours. "I know that blade you wear is simply decorative, I would never ask you to draw it."
"It is not merely decorative, it serves other purposes."
"Such as?"
"It's fairly useful for intimidation. And breaking windows." He huffs, pressing a kiss to your palm. He pauses for a moment, eyes falling closed and nose nuzzled into your hand. "Truth be told, I like to say that I wouldn't - hell, I tell myself I won't take a life every day, but after Mercer takin' you away from me, I'm not so sure."
"I swore against such actions, my love." Erandur murmurs, forehead pressed to yours. "Lady Mara may have forgiven my past transgressions but I took an oath to bring no further harm to her people."
"Of course, dearest." You smile, a bit entertained by how easy it is to get him talking. Erandur's fingers play across yours, rings bumping into your knuckles.
"Would you kill for me?" You're a bit shocked by his question, even further surprised by the little hint of hope buried in his words.
"Without second thought." It's the easiest answer in the world. Of course you would kill for Erandur - you would fight through hordes of enemies to ensure his safety. "I can only pray that your Lady's forgiving attitude extends to me."
"Of course."
Brows raised, Farkas assesses you across the training yard. He sucks in a deep breath, wiping the sweat from his brow before heaving the giant practice sword over one shoulder.
"Any day." He says easily, a quick kiss pressed to your brow. No matter how long you're together this sight still seems too good to be true - muscles glistening in the midday sun, his hair tied back and an easy smile on his face. "Why, you need someone killed?"
"Not at the moment."
"If one of those recruits gets too mouthy, you come find me." He grins before turning his attention back to a battered training dummy. You notice after that question that his sword strikes just a bit harder, hammering that point home.
"No." Mercer lies, kicking his feet atop the desk. You mirror his position - boots on the desk and arms crossed, though the scowl is hard to mimic. He's perfected it.
"Yes you would." You counter, fighting back a laugh when he rolls his eyes. That little divot appears between his brows - it's cute. You'd tell him but fear being assigned some awful job across the continent.
"Why bother asking?" He grumbles, shoving a stack of paperwork toward you. "If you insist on hanging around asking inane questions, least you could do is make yourself useful."
"I'd kill for you."
"Lovely." He mutters, though you note a bit of color rising in his cheeks when he turns to some parchment he'd pointedly ignored all evening. It's too easy to get under his skin.
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