#quickchangeartist

When I picked up Morrowind, I got.. Very into it. I became so invested in my character. The game was really hard for me! I was small and Not Good at the vidya games. But god was I trapped in it. I feel like my feelings and confusion echoed my Nerevarine’s very closely. Why did everyone hate me, what had I done wrong?

As the game progressed I got good at stopping to read all the lore, learn everything I could about the world around me because it was just so odd. I wanted to fit in, maybe if I asked enough questions and learned the land, people would hate me less.

I remember when the game described terrifying dreams to me, sent assassins to try and kill me in my sleep. When I first contracted Corprus and panicked, thinking I’d done something terribly wrong and oh, god, now I’m going to die.

The overwhelming gratitude and emotion you felt towards any character that treated you with an ounce of compassion when it felt like everyone hated you, like the world itself was trying to see you killed. Meeting a god, trying to sort out your feelings, lies from truth, what to believe, how to face your apparent destiny with the Sharmat. Feeling so horribly ostracized and unsafe that you stopped trusting cities, and slept only in caves and nooks in the middle of the wilds. Getting lost, and thinking that it might be alright just to wander for a while and see where you go. Inevitably attracting 50 cliff racers, a dozen corprus monsters, 8 shalks, 5 kwama and a partridge in a fucking pear tree

Rowland S. Howard - Breakdown... (and Then)

(I am back on my bullshit of posting explanations of randomly-selected songs from my enormous fic playlist any time someone sends me an infinity symbol. As you do.)

This one is not complicated. It is a song about your mental illness/emotional issues/brain in general sabotaging your attempts to have a functioning relationship.

This is not a "nice” song, it’s harsh and messy, because this stuff is. And it’s a balancing act writing scenes of a relationship that ultimately you want readers to root for, while making it clear that there are also a lot of problems that need fixing, and are not intended to be part of the appeal of said relationship. Like... screaming arguments are not sexy or cute or romantic. I hope that comes across.

Chili - Do you like spicy foods? 

Feth laughs, nodding with a mirthful sort of grin to his features. “Hah! I remember running through the bazaar as a young child with a fist full of weekly allowance. Myself and a few other children from the area, all tearing through the streets while the guards shouted at us to slow down so we didn’t knock over anyone’s displays. There was a particular stall near the back walls that sold a flame-broiled skewer of guar-meat that was spiced with something borderline deadly. Had you crying and sniffling from every part of your bloody face and left a numbness that very well may have been poison for how long it lasted.

Didn’t stop me or the others from buying one every Fredas afternoon.”  

Ferrin’s features light up with an expression of eager joy. “Oh, do I ever. Nothing can beat that burn up your nose that you can feel in your eyes and ears. Not to mention, it’s the only good way to preserve food for long travel if you don’t want to just salt it to Oblivion and back in a handbasket!”

Vier seems to give a so-so motion with their entire body, humming indecisively, “It... has it’s place I suppose, and I don’t mind spice, but it’s got to have a purpose. I don’t like spice for the sake of spice and I certainly don’t like spice for the sake of burning my tongue, it’s only got to add something to the meal. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Drelayn thought for a moment, as if it took him effort to recall. “When I was a child, to an extent. My mother made a soup in the colder months with a potent spice that had the curious effect of keeping you properly warm for hours, almost like the tingle of alcohol without the inebriation. Though after that all turned to dust… I stopped eating anything heavily spiced for a time. Perhaps it made me home-sick at first, but after a while I simply stopped thinking about it. 

Ah… Well, not that I can actually eat regular food these days.”

Nchuanamz looks to try and hide an embarassed laugh with a rub of her neck. “Spicy food? I ah... don’t have much of a tolerance for it. I do enjoy it, still, but I’ve never been able to handle it at all.”

Spice - Do you like to cook? Do you cook often?

Feth returns a blank expression. “...I can burn water if I set it in a pot on the fire.”

Ferrin doesn’t even need to stop and think. “I do most of my cooking on the road, but it’s a perfect way to wind down the evening. I can preserve food as well, through spicing or salting it, and magically in some cases. It’s a great way to bring a bit of variety onto a long road that would otherwise be punctuated with breaks of nothing but hard-tack and dried mushrooms.”

Vier stares off into thought for a moment in consideration. “I cook for myself whenever I can- granted, I do live alone, and have trouble eating something if I don’t know exactly what’s in it. I would say I enjoy it, though; There’s something relaxing to it, ritual almost, and a reassuring thought that I can often make exactly what it is I need or want on a particular night if I care to put the effort into it.”

Drelayn rose a brow again. “I...don’t need to cook for myself these days, and Nuaane would rather make her own meals. I’m told I’m a decent cook, however, when I need to for whatever reason.”

(I forgot about this whoops)

Mantis Shrimp and Human, imagine a human that can punch with the power and speed of a rifle bullet.

No, no, I no longer feel the pain, sera.  I daresay I’m far happier without it.  I think that I should have cut it off right after I had my initial accident rather than suffer through a few years of constant pain, but the thought frightened me and so I didn’t.  I had a rather unfortunate meeting some months ago with a dragon who was quite rude and afterwards, it simply made more sense to cut the damned thing off.  My new leg is mostly made of my old bones, so it isn’t too unfamiliar.

@ichijoukenichiro you are a total sweetheart. I always love seeing your comments/replies on my posts. I don’t always reply but thank you. <3

lorraineblack90 said: Well, you could always buy a miniPC, but maybe you'd still have the repair problems? But it's small and cute, so space wouldn't be a huge issue. That's just my two cents.

@lorraineblack90​ I’ll keep the mini PC in mind! I hadn’t heard of that before, but yeah, size is really an issue in my tiny little bedroom.

quickchangeartist said: As a backup, as something I do frequently: Grab a cheap OTG cable for your phone and plug a small, cheap USB keyboard into it. This, plus Google Docs, makes a relatively functional mobile workstation. ... (All up, I think that cable and a keyboard ended up costing me about $14. Not bad for Deconstructed Laptop Array.)

BOOM, OH MY GOD, PROBLEM SOLVED. @quickchangeartist​ YOU’RE A MIRACLE WORKER. I’ve ordered a USB keyboard and an OTG cable for less than $20. (And then I threw in a 6′ charging cable and Dragon Age II for PC so that I could get free shipping, because why pay for shipping when I could pay the same amount and get some sweet loot instead?) They should be here in less than a week. And then I’ll be able to type in bed!