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It's a line in VTM: Night Road. Two characters have just crashed in the Sahara during World War I after one shot the other down. They're both vampires, and the Turkish vampire notes that sunrise is quickly approaching. And they're stuck in a desert.

The Polish guy, the one who shot her down and has been lowkey sassing her, says, "Ah, dawn, that rosy-fingered bitch. Always spoiling an interesting conversation."

That line has just STUCK WITH ME, I love it so much lmao. The Polish guy is pretty extra but in a really casual way that nobody ever comments on, like they're resigned to it, and I find that hilarious.

(Two other examples of him being extra that you never asked for -

1. He once killed a vampire Prince by staking him.

"But Dusty!" you say. "Vampires in this universe are only paralyzed when they're staked!"

Well, not when the stake is actually an entire goddamn tree sharpened to a point launched from the top of said Prince's Rolls-Royce like a goddamn canon, it turns out.

It is never explained how the fuck the Polish guy got the other guy to stand still long enough so he could aim it. Or how he got a hold of the car either. I expect Shenanigans were involved. Funnily enough, he's close friends with someone who is EXACTLY the kind of person to break into someone's garage to steal their car...

(He uses the same trick again later but the other guy survives it until the Polish guy cuts his head off.)

2. In regards to the above line - he wanted to use the tree-stake again against a powerful vampire that normal stakes couldn't affect who was squatting in the California desert. Instead of mounting said tree-stake on an ATV, he insisted on driving the Rolls-Royce cross country because he apparently won't be caught undead in a car unless it's flashy, expensive, and prone to really expensive repair bills from having its undercarriage torn apart by said cross country travelling, having an axehead sent into it by a certain main character, getting said Polish guy thrown into it hard enough by said ancient desert-squatting vampire to crumple it like a can, having said ancient desert-squatting vampire flatten the engine in a tantrum, etc etc. I don't know what the fuck he was thinking here but that car got absolutely wrecked.

This kind of extra behaviour would be totally expected from the higher vampire clans, but this guy comes from a clan that's basically famous for being feral werewolf vagabond furries. It's basically the vampire equivalent of meeting a smelly hiker out near an illegal meth plantation, a hiker who constantly crashes his planes, and discovering he has the cultural tastes of Hannibal Lector. This whole personality trait of his would not be NEARLY as funny if he was Ventrue or Toreador, for whom snobbery is basically a stereotype, but in the Homeless Furry Clan it's HILARIOUS. The fact that nobody ever mentions it just makes it even funnier.)

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Replying as its own post because I was gonna write about it anyway --

TL;DR -- What I think I'm doing is because my left shoulder is lower than the right, I think I hitch it up when knitting to make my hands level with each other. I've found a way to knit that stops my shoulder from hunching up, so I'm fine as long as I don't slip into my old knitting technique.

(It's definitely not lung cancer, lmao. I was being facetious.)

Long version under the cut (my Vyvanse has kicked in, I can't be short on Vyvanse). I'm tagging this so that other knitters who might get left shoulder pain can see it, I think this will really help.

It would depend on what age her younger self would be.

If she were given the opportunity to visit her late teens/early twenties self, she would be uncomfortable and short about it, probably saying something like "Maybe put more effort into studying Illusion? It'll come in handy, trust me... (Also, if you ever are approached by a man named Eltrys in Markarth, don't help him. Don't get involved, please.)"

If she visited herself when she was a child, she would say, "She may scare you, but killing Grelod in her sleep would be super easy. And you're small and cute, no one will suspect you as long as you don't leave any obvious evidence. Burn the bloody clothes, make sure no one sees you, etc. You'll be fine, the guards are stupid and no one likes her anyway... I, uh... no, you won't feel bad about it, trust me."