The Madgod Speaks

A little story about the confusing mess that is - well, Me! And me, and he, and who? I tell ye, children, it’s enough to drive a person mad. 

[AGHJdnj I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to hear this sort of thing. Thank you, SO much. I also hold this basta - excuse me, this character very close to my heart, so I really want to do him justice and hearing feedback that I’m pulling it off is just so awesome. Again, thank you!

Azura: Alpha hipster bitch. Uses photo filters extensively on captioned photos to seem deep, brings a giant-ass starbucks to first period every morning, fully expects all the dudes she cheats on to come crawling back begging for her love and throws a fit when they don’t. Somehow, still popular.

Boethiah: May have stabbed a tyrannical teacher once, but has never been actually pinned for it. Wears a lot of red, black and spikes, but despite their dress-sense is more a jock than a goth. Gets a little too competitive in gym.

Clavicus Vile: Wears a big-ass trench-coat and can be found creeping around the corners with a weird smile and a little rat-dog he says is his ‘emotional support dog.’ Can smuggle drugs, cigarettes and knows how to hack the system to give you good grades, but anytime he gets caught the blame falls back on everybody else.

Hermaeus Mora: Green sweater and glasses. Literally carries a canvas bag of books from room to room between classes. Naturally kind of a know-it-all and a nerd, but surprisingly vicious if he’s cornered. Also, he keeps weird gross pets like sea cucumbers.

Hircine: That one kid who gets taken hunting every couple of weekends and that’s all his life revolves around. Wears camo and a bright-orange vest every single day. Once brought in a rabbit carcass and showed everyone how to skin it for a science project.

Jyggalag: Has subjects organized by colour-coded folders, in which he only uses the correct colour-coordinated pen. Locker is terrifyingly clean. Laminates all their essay submissions. Once made the mistake of sharing his supplies and now hoards them jealously. Don’t ask him for a pen.

Malacath: The ugly kid that all the other ugly kids rally around because once you get down to it, he’s actually kinda cool. Face of the oppressed, and he bulks like hell so he gets a decent amount of respect. Will still never win a place on the school council.

Mehrunes Dagon: Is a little too happy whenever something goes wrong and explodes in science class. Always carries a lighter even though he doesn’t smoke. Likes to pull the fire alarm a lot. Once did a home tattoo of a pentacle in his arm, except he gave it too many points and now he slaps a band-aid over it.

Meridia: Overachiever preppy kid. Dresses nice, acts nice but is judging you all internally every second of every day. Thinks you’re all degenerate scum, only shows it when pushed too far. Hates the goth kids. Works on the yearbook every single year and gets way too serious about it.

Mephala: The nice goth one. She knows too much and is manipulative as hell, but she probably won’t mess with you if you stay on her good side. Keeps pet tarantulas. Might cover your ass with a lie to get out of class if you ask nice.

Molag Bal: Alpha goth asshole. Treats his partners like shit, wears too much eyeliner, has serious entitlement issues. Guys who try to emulate him tend to get their shit kicked in. Reads a lot of Anne Rice.

Namira: That one girl who looks forward every year to getting to dissect something new. She always smells kind of off, and any locker within two of hers is empty to avoid the smell of whatever’s in there. Most people suspect it’s the remains of her pet creepy crawlies. Once brought a pet rat into class and made the teacher faint.

Nocturnal: Always wears big, baggy black sweaters with night or wolf or crow patterns. Shoplifts a lot, has gotten caught a lot, but the consequences never seem to stick. For some reason, the janitor trusts her with the keys to lock up TVs and the computer rooms after hours.

Peryite: The one in the group project who actually keeps everyone on task, in communication and gets shit submitted on time. Pretty quiet, has a few friends but fades into the background. Gets sick a lot, too, but still rarely falls behind. Will probably snap someday.

Sanguine: Got caught masturbating at the library computer’s once. The kid who always brings alcohol to parties, but nobody knows how he gets it. If he doesn’t show up to your party, it’s dead.

Sheogorath: Either that one kid with a lot of highlights, an overactive imagination and a ‘ rawr xD’ personality, or the one who misses half the school year after a rumoured suicide attempt and comes back like nothing happened. There is no in-between.

Meridia: [Inhales] A NEW HAND TOUCHES THE - 

“STOP IT!” A roar leaves the madgod, tear-strained and bedraggled and crouched against the far wall of a room as dark as he can keep it. Too many lights, too many, flashing and glowing and shimmering and he knows what it means, what it really means, when they center only on him. “OUT! OUT! YER RUINING ME DARK, THEY’LL SEE ME - YE’LL LET THE SHADOWS FLEE!”

And, for a moment, all seems well. Sheogorath tilts his head, blinking in surprise, then rubs a hand over his mouth as though to rub it clean. Except what comes off - 

Is a pair of lips, that most certainly do not belong to him.

“You do realize, lass,” He calls after her bemused, voice airy, “That typically a tribute is something I get t’keep?”

A little tribute, me sweet, misguided strays. Not too much t’ask, is it?

“And here it is, lass! Happy, happy birthday! Oh, you humans are so cute.” Sheogorath grins ear to ear, rubbing his hands together as the corners of his eyes crinkle. “Celebrating the miserable day ye slid from the warmth and safety of the womb into this cold, cruel, mad little world ‘o yours. And on my day, nonetheless! Does that mean yer blessed?”

His head tilts. The smile remains fixed, but something in his eyes changes.