OMFG WHAT I Should've Remembered Bc I Saw A Post About White Day And I Know His Bday Is On White Day

OMFG WHAT‼️‼️‼️ i should've remembered bc i saw a post about white day and i know his bday is on white day😩 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MOST AMAZING DILF SIDE CHARACTER WHO WILL HOPEFULLY BE RELEVANT TO THE ENDGAME PLOT🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏💖

It’s Smoker’s birthday y’all!!!

I love him so so so so so much 🫡

a lil oneshot for the ides of march! (not actually i wrote this like...4 days ago) a writethrough of skyrim's opening scene centering my LDB. here's the ao3 description:

On a sweltering summer morning in 4E 201, Tharya of Whiterun is a prisoner of the Empire in the back of a rickety wooden wagon rumbling towards Helgen, where she, the horse thief, and the Stormcloaks captured with her are set to be executed at 10 A.M. Terrified of her fate, Tharya begs the Imperials to let her go free, especially so close to her home city and family. In the face of Tullius' clamor to win the war, Tharya does die that day - just as she will die every four thousand years when she returns to defeat Alduin, riding the sways of Time until the Wheel churns her out again to face the World-Eater til the end of eternity.

There’s something I need to know, and I’m only like a decade and some change late, so

Extra credit if you specify why in the tags. I’m curious how many people’s preference is tied to the city perks versus the house perks themselves

some wip wednesday!

just wanted to share some of the skyrim project i'm working on :3 hoping to start posting in april (or at least put ch1 up before my ao3 draft dies lmao). open tag for anyone who wants to join, but here are some folks i know may have WIPs of any kind:

@kiir-do-faal-rahhe @helix-studios117 @nuwanders

Suddenly Miraak was below her on the ground, his eyes widening and the stench of fear flooding through his pores as he called her name; he was so distant, so slow. Her saliva slathered over her chin and dripped onto his neck, onto his pulse, quick and warm. She felt dirt push under her nails as she dug her hands into the soft ground on either side of his head - somehow his arm had detached from her, she felt it slip away as her back began to bend and crawl and her skin moved and bubbled and trembled, stretching so thin it turned white, and then a murky brown-grey. 

"Tharya," Miraak whispered, struggling for breath as her face twisted and snarled just above him, as her teeth lengthened and sharpened. "I'm here, elskavin. Don't. I'm here. Your family-" she screamed at him as he spoke, a scream that had a thousand different sounds behind it, augmented chords that pulled and plucked her voice into a gargling roar, and then a guttural howl.

wait halo fandom i love you all🎀

i can't tell if i want to be master chief or be with him. is halo about to become a new hyperfixation? my guess is NO but i could be open..........