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Why is it always them?

Huntsman of Princes, father of manbeasts.

Farkas getting heart eyes over just some normal guy. Hyping himself up the entire time he's been away from home, barely paying mind to the Silver Hand he'd slain. Usually he'd be reveling in such a victory but currently he's too preoccupied to brag. Trying so hard to focus on his friends' drunken advice - stay casual, no pressure, and be present. "Just say hi." Farkas reminds himself, once more wiping sweaty palms down his pants. "It's fine. It's normal." He can say hi. He just cleared out an entire camp of werewolf hunters without a second thought. He can string together a few sentences, right? Farkas rolls his shoulders again but the tension goes nowhere. His nostrils burn with the scent of smoke. With horror Farkas notices a plume of smoke staining the sunny afternoon sky. Dread blooms in his chest and Farkas finds himself hustling down the familiar path toward home. Fields are ablaze. A stable's nearly collapsed and fences have been knocked over. Farkas can't seem to catch his breath at the sight of his favorite cottage's roof caved in. He scrambles through the ravaged yard, slamming his body into the front door until it finally cracks. Farkas can hardly see through the smoke. His lungs feel heavier with every breath but he can't stop moving. A creaking sound alerts him that something in the house is about to fall but Farkas presses onward, only stopping when his cute farmer is safely in his arms. His shoulder fucking hurts from busting in the door. Tears blur his vision and each breath stings from the hot air but Farkas won't stop. His favorite person in the world is smeared with soot. His eyes won't open and his breaths seem too shallow. "C'mon, wake up." He whines, swiping at the mess of his cheeks. He's never felt a stronger sense of relief than the moment he hears an unhappy groan and arms smacking at his chest. "You're okay." Farkas grins despite the confused grimace staring back at him. He tells himself to let go but it feels good to be pressed this close, to have his favorite person tucked so carefully into his arms.

(TES V: Skyrim, PC screenshot)

spending 30 seconds to kill a tree and get an AI to push out some soulless empty piece of “content” is antithetical to the entire point of being engaged with fandom, and if you’ve taken to doing this you should really reconsider if you belong in these spaces with the rest of us.

Adding to this post (the last one is my personal favorite)

Like sorry I take the RP in RPG seriously but how else would I get into the headspace of a character who is only slaying dragons to sell their bones and fund research that will hopefully be published in the Tamriel Journal of Limnetic Science??

playing Skyrim for the first time and oh my god it's so good....

Romance in Skyrim

Enjoy!~ ❄️⚔️