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reminder that i’ve MOVED !

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reminder that i’ve MOVED !
reminder that i’ve MOVED !
reminder that i’ve MOVED !
reminder that i’ve MOVED !

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reminder that i’ve MOVED !
humans are all short - lived . ephemeral , as we of the elder races say . they come && go as the seasons – but the families of the powerful ones live on for a time . their cities && dominions bloom like spring flowers , only to wither && die in the summer sun . but the elves endure .
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holy S I G M A R ! bless this ravaged body !
ind. sel. priv. VICTOR SALTZPYRE, Z E A L O T
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adventuring party feeling stale? want someone else to trigger all the dungeon’s traps? keep losing your tank at the worst of times?
pick up your new GOBLIN sidekick today wherever weary travelers and fearless adventurers meet !
like / reblog if you’d be interested in writing with a fandomless goblin oc currently wielding a haunted shield and serious confusion regarding the world of man.
— ✯ - - @constantclockwork —
He hadn’t heard his brother enter, mind wandering and skipping from place to place as he scratched away at a scroll. The tips of his fingers had turned a faded shade of black, enough so that it stood out against his already dark skin; whether it was from his tinkering or his writing none could tell. A dark line ran down the bridge of his nose, layers of faded inky fingerprints visible on the bridge of his spectacles, small smears on his cheeks to match. Sil cocked his head just enough to see his brother before looking back to his work with a small shrug, leaning forward for his hair to fall like a curtain. The soft jingle of his quill shaking away excess ink punctuated the air, ❝ If one does not feel they require food, it is not needed. ❞
in an era of life, countless faces and names passed before seht. rare were those like he and his brother -- alike in body -- but rarer yet were those duos exactly their mirror -- alike in both body and mind. in fact, clockwork had only once heard of a pair as connected as the dunmeri pantheon’s twins.
since birth the brothers confused and caught off guard with just how IDENTICAL they truly were. unlike many may have, they did not grow apart as time wore on and remained at the other’s side through thick and thin. they had their twin’s back no matter the circumstance and, while that occasionally showed in more dire situations, it oftentimes displayed in those far more mundane. thus, when seht stood and stumbled, suddenly gripped with previously unrecognized hunger, he made TWO plates.
the god scoffed at his brother, waving a dismissive brass hand. he left his place just beyond the doorway to enter the room, carefully setting the plate he brought upon one of the only empty spaces on the desk his brother sat before. utensils, neatly tucked within a folded napkin, came to rest atop an unrolled scroll to the side.
“ long enough for you to forget, i suppose. ”
❝ you look tired, friend. ❞ [ for Neramo, from Dithra @planemended ]
in over a century of nonstop research, nothing had managed to tire the altmer like the mere months since his induction into seht’s apostles. every apostle stood a cog in the massive machine of sotha sil’s clockwork city, all helping everything along – smoothly at that – and while the mer’s job remained voraciously researching all that he could, he now had someone else’s strict attention to detail to please. nobody doubted the skills of the scholar so fevered he told death no, the unbridled passion for work that brought him to accept exile from his homeland ( and wrothgar too ) to continue it, but … why settle for meeting expectations when you could exceed them ?
as if what he’d done before the clockwork city only met expectations.
while fellow apostles and the rare visitor were always friendly, a brief confusion always gripped neramo when someone outside of his assistants spoke to him. of course nowadays to those in the brass fortress he was easy enough to find and those who did seek him out ( unlike bandits searching for treasure in his camps ) never meant harm, random greetings still made him hyper - aware.
dithra’s approach was no different, though perhaps he might not have moved quite as quickly as he had prior to his recent trip back to nirn. if you thought traveling from summerset to morrowind threw off your internal clock, try traveling from nirn to another realm.
slender ears perked and attention drew from the mess of scrolls unrolled upon the desks surrounding him.
“ tired ? ” absolutely. “ it could be worse, ceruval. ”
— - @planemended - —
so i know i need to post starter calls and promo stuff on @artuating and @adoratiion but ya boy fractured his legy yesterday so i’m stuck on mobile and on this blog until i can go back to my apartment to grab my laptop ): if you wanna plot smth for any of my boys hmu here for now i guess? heck
so i know i need to post starter calls and promo stuff on @artuating and @adoratiion but ya boy fractured his legy yesterday so i'm stuck on mobile and on this blog until i can go back to my apartment to grab my laptop ): if you wanna plot smth for any of my boys hmu here for now i guess? heck

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Brutalmoose movie reviews {Sentence Starters}
“Hey, kid, manners!”
“She’s gonna stab him.”
“But, it isn’t. And it doesn’t.”
“It’s the satanic ritual room.”
“What’s this? Oh, it’s blood.”
“Hmmm, could be spooooky.”
“He’s fine, he’s just laying there.”
“They could’ve just followed him.”
“That was… quite the experience.”
“He’s just kinda there, being weird.”
“Well, that sure was uncomfortable.”
“I was pretty good up until this point…”
“Omigosh, that’s just too stinking cute.”
“For some reason, that’s really believable.”
“I’m having second thoughts about this, now.”
“What an M. Night Shyamalan twist that was!”
“It’s pretty entertaining to watch him go crazy.”
“And that’s fine, I’ll give you a pass on that one.”
“I really am one morally sound chicken nugget.”
“You tell he’s nerdy because he wears glasses.”
“Fear not, your designer bags are safe… for now.”
“I mean this looks like a government funded operation.”
“Nothing weird here, it’s all very normal. Nothing weird.”
“Yeah, I probably should’ve given a little bit of a warning.”
“He is using black magic, so maybe not so much innocent.”
“What could possibly be the benefit of putting that in there?”
“Just don’t go on a fun ski trip. That’s the moral of the story.”
“Is it really a smart home if I can’t feed my tuna noodle to the carpet?”
We go from innocent school boy to satanic ritual in, like, two seconds flat.”
“Why are they in there? How’d they get in there? How are they gonna get out?”
“But, if that were the case, it would make a little more sense. But, it isn’t. And it doesn’t.”
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