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[tidesfate]

“&– - Digging with your fingertips for evidence to see-- - but take a look around, nothing much has changed.” // @armoredhide liked for a lyrical starter!

[dcxdpdabbles]

Sorry, for the delay in responding!

I went camping with my family for Easter and had no service out in the mountains. I had to climb upwards towards the bathroom to get some bars, which was a bit of a hike.

I just got back, so I'll be looking through all the messages and asks.

[tidesfate]

THE PRINCE NEED NOT BE IN CONTACT, NOT EVEN PRY THROUGH THE FOLDS OF MIND TO KNOW WHAT MIRAAK WAS THINKING. As evident as if it was spoken, as clear as if it had begun to turn through thoughts like files in a folder // ALLOWANCE, ONLY UNTIL STEPPED TOO FAR OUT OF LINE. Here, whether known or not, the First walked a thin thread that could snap as if taut if the wrong motion was made. For now, Hermaeus Mora remained present within its EVER PRESENCE but unacting-- - that option remained purely for those of the shed eyes.

BUT IT WAS NOT CATATONIC-- - THERE WAS REACTIONS, CLEAR AND UNHINDERED. A pushed Watchling caused lift of tentacle-- - not jarring, not a snap but something speaking of WILLINGNESS TO ACT. And act it did, of the disconnected mind. Firstblade ensnared, and the Abyssal Cephiliarch gave tempered exult. A contradiction ever present-- - near dare came with the signs that TOLD AGAINST. “&– - Forgotten? You wallow, My Champion and the act blinds you. Or rather, you prefer that over the reality that you are far from forgotten within my realm.” The smaller reflections of the common PRESENTATIONS of the Great Eye do not cease once Miraak has attempted to make space, following curious and attentive and unhindered by their Creator. “&– - And you actively deny that which ensures opposition to your claim-- - here, and otherwise.”

THE WATCHLING HELD BY THE LIMB OF THE BLADE SHOWS NO UPSET-- - QUITE THE OPPOSITE AS NOISES BOTH MORTAL EQUIVILANT AND NOT COME JUBILATED. Some of the collective follow a similar energy with the.... ENRICHMENT provided by gain without ease, others more annoyed and a couple even approaching the manifestation of Hermaeus Mora to REQUEST AMENDS to the situation. It does not give direct-- - though the bending of the walkways away from the circular room may or may not have been connected. “&– - I do not forget, but I know what is intended with your ill spoken words. Mortals only provide so much, so far, and few necessitate my present attention in how they can perceive it. My creations do not have these limits.”

AT BEST, A LIE — AT WORST, A PROMISE. Miraak's expression, though hidden, sours further. There is no good faith to be found in the Prince's words, he knew this was on purpose. Even so, the Champion was well aware that, of all the irritations to be served, this was... Negligible. Expectedly, this was not company he could find any degree of satisfaction within. They were an annoyance, nothing more.

The back of one hand lifts, pressing to the Watchling observing his mask and pushing it away. With a disgruntled sound, he turned on foot and broke away, starting to feel just the slightest bit claustrophobic surrounded by prying, curious tentacles. As he did, one of the winding tendrils on the hilt of Firstblade reached out, twining 'round one of the Watchling's limbs and pulling it along with him.

“You would outdo yourself with that isolation, I'm sure.” His response was no agreement to those accommodations. No doubt it would be somewhere worse. He did not expect them to be anything but miserable, so much so that he would miss the company of these little pests. “You are oft so content to leave me forgotten. Is that only with the mortals?”

[tidesfate]

“&– - You've got to choose between your faces, now the room is getting quiet.” // @aelleyon liked for a lyrical starter!

[untamedtempest]

Posted these a blog or two ago, but rn I need at least twelve hours of solid sleep to fool anyone I'm human and never enough Tali'Zorah vas Normandy love so <3

[tidesfate]

THE PRINCE SPILLED FROM WATERS POOLING; THE NATURAL ESSENCE CORRUPTED TO AN INKY HUE. It came as mass; mound of oozing carapace and slow circling limbs around absent air-- - even the soft clicking of dripping pinchers // A FAR MORE DIRECT MANIFESTATION, MORE WHOLE. Not their first, nor last, but one with intent to gather more. More then the last, CLAIM WITHIN CLAW AND TENDRIL. “&– - Helia-- - the willingness of mind and word in place of action in spite of your knowing of why I am here is preferable.” Hermaeus Mora provides only a PARTIAL response into the reception, but it stays own self as well. Even as what whole desired to ensnare lay EVER CLOSE. “&– - Perhaps this time we can come to an agreement to peacefully hand off what is only rightfully belonging to the archive of the Great Library.”

@tidesfate liked this post for a small starter.

The gilded dragon exhaled a puff of smoke from their nostrils as a sickly green light breached their lair. The smell of salt, old books, and something akin to oil filled their sensitive olfactory. ❝ Greetings, Hermaeus Mora, ❞ Helia rumbled. Great scales and sinews stretched as the beast rose to sit in a more respectful position. ❝ Have you and yours been well since last we met? ❞

[livedtough]

@governmentofficial

Matthew was certain that Robert Crawley was not going to be happy.

Maybe he could get away with insisting on the fact that the man was of his--their--same class, that him having a job certainly didn't take away from that. Maybe he could do that, and maybe it would work, but even if it did, he did not imagine he would take too kindly to the fact that Matthew had invited a man to stay at his home without telling him. It may one day be his home, and not Robert's, but, well, it wasn't yet, was it?

But that was perfectly fine. He would take his heat, because he had been asked for a favor, to give board to a nephew, and Matthew would never deny a request, not if it was within his power to help.

So, as he heard the car approach, he went outside to meet it, smiling as he did, as the man exited the vehicle. "You must be Mycroft," he greeted pleasantly. "Welcome."

[chronicparagon]

🎊Happy birthday, Harmony! 🎊

[bothsidesofaquestion]

On a forced but very needed hiatus.

I don’t like to go on hiatus but I have no choice. I will be back on July 26th, the doctor says I should feel way better this Wednesday but I can’t use my thumb for two weeks and, I need to use the little I can type for work.

I hate this but I must recover, yesterday morning not only my wrist was swollen but my entire hand and the doctor needed to make a procedure to stop the swelling. I hope this is the beginning of a full recovery otherwise I’ll have to get surgery.

See you around, I miss you all already. I will be on discord if you want to chat 💙

[tidesfate]

EQUAL WERE THEY IN THE MEASURE OF INTEREST, IN COMPANY BEYOND MERE NECESSITY. Conversation presented bore the same buds of kinship to that which fraught the One Who Knows-- - the utter lack of hold to namesake exclusively in regards to the Lord of Rot. WHAT AWAITED IN THE DARK? Even it's eyes could not perceive past the void that encroached between the present and the future. Every action the other partook, every sentence, became more and more anew where its foresight failed. In this it had found interest // THAT DAMNABLE INTEREST THAT CAME AT THE COST OF BLINDNESS. “&– - Fate is both the tide and the string; fluid and absolute. Most cannot perceive either, but it does not mean absence. Some may feel the tides lap upon their essence, others the strings pull upon. Yours are... twinned.”

HERMAEUS MORA SPOKE NOT OF THE LACK OF ABILITY TO SEE THE WHOLE OF HIS FATE-IMAGE. Of where that which inhabits the DEPTHS OF FLESH will end-- - for it did not know // A RARITY ALMOST AS REFRESHING AS REPULSIVE. It requested not in this moment a return for conversation, but every instance it gained and gained and gained more. Passively, actively. “&– - Curiosity in and of itself is not foolish, the acts that come from it may be. However, calling and curiosity in pair, fate is still my domain and before you do I exist. What is present is malleable, and I in turn make my request; consider the act of consumption and domination of that which burdens you before it has the opportunity further.”

"Beyond the scope of light, beyond the reach of dark, what could possibly await us? Many seek it insatiably, unknowing of what may lie in wait. Such is their fate in most ends." The Chthonic Emperor absently lectured to his company. Company he was swiftly captivated and enamored by yet. It's grotesque and incomprehensible figure a marvel of it's own. The knowledge it held, far outweighed his own. And he craved answers. Even to questions he knew not how to inquire. But @tidesfate humored him more often than not--- if something could be offered in return. "What doth thou make of that? Blinded foolish curiosity or a calling? Is there much difference?"

"... I have subjected thee to enough of my senseless thoughts." He sighed, settling back into his marble throne. Only to Mora could the god utter such nonsense. "Pay me little mind."

[yukikorogashi]

Might end up redoing and fixing most of this up one day but--

💕❤️💕 HAPPY BIRTHDAY ITSUKI!!! 💕❤️💕

[askxigbar]

I don’t know about you, but I’ve always been able to feel someone near me. Even when I wasn’t looking. Now? It’s just a bit more fine tuned.

Besides, they say when one sense is hindered, the others tend to pick up the slack - and my hearing was always pretty good to begin with, heh.

[dcxdpdabbles]

How many asks do you have?

As of 1/13/25, I have 155 asks. I'm so sorry for the delay on them. I'm going to go through them and try to answer ones that aren't prompt/request related, so if a bunch about muns or mun speaks pop up, it's me cleaning it out.

I'll try to work on the prompt/requests ones this week, but I am also trying to work on my two HP fics. I've been a bit slow with all three projects taking up my attention.

[tidesfate]

THE WAY TENTACLES LAY OVER THE BRIM OF ICE-SHELF, IT MAY NEAR APPEAR THE PRINCE WAS LOUNGING UPON SUCH. Visage spoke of nothing of press or DEMAND within that fluid, near unreadable shape of its. “&– - It is merely about presentation. Your disguises lay bare before my eyes, as is true. But to wear such still plays unbefitting....” Hermaeus Mora does not try to cling for the bottle retrieved // A TENDRIL STRAYS CLOSE, but it merely curls. Then curls and curls and curls lazily as a chuckle falls in the same spiraling manner. “&– - .....I also enjoy testing the willingness to.... hmmm..... cooperate.”

A HANDFUL OF THE MANY EYES MOVED TO REGARD THE BOOK, BUT THE CENTRAL ONE STRAYS NOT FROM HIM. An unspoken display that it is not of primary focus. Even its limbs do not IMMEDIATELY stray towards the offered object, that which at one point lay within its realm amongst the NEAR INFINITE others. “&– - Stole? You merely borrowed it. And now you are returning it, as intended. You may believe that you had pulled it from under my gaze and snuck off, but nothing remains hidden from me-- - and now it's cycle has completed.” Punctuation of speech comes with the winding of the book // SLOW, WITHOUT RUSH OR NECESSITY // before pulling it into the distorted water to rest once more within Apocrypha.

NATURALLY DOES BODY REACT TO MENTION OF INFORMATION. Subtle growth of pupils edges, ever slight change in the sway of tendrils for but a second. It is not UNKNOWN how the Prince of Knowledge was enticed by such // IT NEVER PRETENDED TO BE WHAT WASN'T ITS NATURE. However, everything was give and take-- - and it's intention was to play the balance in the most BENEFICIAL ways. “&– - Knowledge for knowledge is the trade I barter in-- - that has not changed since the last time spoken. Though perhaps a bit disappointing that you do not wish to partake in more of what my Realm can offer in comparison to the.... restrictions in place here. Short-sighted, even.”

The similar, yet not-so-similar voidal being groans, rolling his his ever-consistent eyes in their foreign sockets ( like a peridot rolling in a brook forever and ever ). “⸻ Why?” He begins, letting the Dunmer form melt from his flesh like ink. “Why d’ya care about form if you know it’s me?” The black leaks from his mouth and eyes, smoldering away.

No form is ever final, as Vhrosevphæls are an unlimited, fluid weave of forms ; dedicated to assimilation to aid in adaptability. He only remains partially humanoid out of ease, tossing his horns, the shadows clinging to him ( cutting a tarry black silhouette into the icy-white environment ). “I’ve nothin’ for you.” The wraith seems like he spits bitterly, but his verbal jab is monotonous and disgruntlement at best. ⸻ Meaningless.

A little disturbed, Sliske pulls the skooma bottle out of the ice water quickly before it’s too close to the bubbling tendrils of oil as if it’s a contamination of the already contaminant solution, grimacing before chuffing a handful of ice into his mouth, not swayed by the Nordic winds. “Fos dreh hi laan, ( What do you want ) Prince? Your stolen book?” He offers, before physically dragging a book out of his belongings and holding its worn, faded binding out. "Or did you want information after all? — I'll want 'nother book, an' I ain't steppin' foot in Apocrypha this time."

[countlessrealities]

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE CARRY EMOTIONS ?

ANGER: jaw clenching, hands balling into fists, teeth grinding, yelling, going nonverbal, stuttering speech, rushed speech, slow concise speech, rambling, quiet, arms crossing, shaking head, tearing up, animated, expressionless, projects, internalizes, vents, withdraws, passive aggressive, direct, physical outbursts, verbal outbursts.

JOY: easy smiles, fighting back grins, suppressed laughter, loud laughter, giggles, chuckling, smirks, whole body laughs, covers mouth when laughing/giggling, throws head back when laughing, slaps leg, touches people around them when laughing, looks down when laughing, looks for eye contact when laughing, sparkling eyes, bubbly happiness, quiet subtle happiness, obnoxious happiness, wants to spread joy, quietly savors joy.

SADNESS: crying, bottling it up, seeks distractions, wallows, meditates and processes, avoidance, seeks out comfort, withdraws, talks it out, internalizes it, sad smiles, depression naps, uses alcohol, uses drugs, seeks out sources of joy, fidgets with sentimental item, sits in silence, broods, gets moody, wants someone to share the misery, tries to hide negative emotions, nurtures others to make themselves feel better.

EMBARRASSMENT / SHAME: blushing, looking away, rubbing at back of head, covering face, laughing nervously, laughs it off, overthinks, lets it go, self deprecating humor, deflects, gets irritated, smiles, withdraws, crossing arms over stomach, crossing arms over chest, hands in pockets, shoulders sinking, shrugs, falling into silence until comfortable again, talking a lot to compensate.

GUILT: avoiding eye contact, shoulders sinking low, head hanging down, crying, chest aches, lashes out, internalizes, apologizes, deflects, communicates, withdraws, grand gestures for forgiveness, accepts fault easily, punishes themselves, martyrdom, victim complex, guilt complex, healthy conscience, internalizes even after forgiveness, seeking redemption, moves on easily, denial, lack of guilt/conscience, sorry they got caught more than caused harm, can’t handle knowing they hurt others.

FEAR / ANXIETY: trembling, crying, sarcasm/sass to cope, rambles, goes silent, gets angry, fidgeting, clenching jaw, picking at nails, chewing at lip, pulling at clothes, adjusting jewelry/clothing, swallowing thickly, eyes widening, over-reacts, under-reacts, calm, logical, panic, irrational, overthinks, carefully analyzes, talks to themselves, breathing exercises, fight, withdraw.

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[tidesfate]

“&– - Indeed-- - some, though, minimizes the reality. I've witnessed all that has been, and much to the same extent the shall be does not escape me either. All that I have witnessed.... It pleases me quite greatly, Dragonborn.” The basin // STAINED DEEP AND DARK FROM IT'S MANIFESTATION // bubbles over but the spill refuses to touch the ground. The droplets suspended as a ring above the ground-- - this ring beginning to solidify until the fluid that once was there is absent. In its place a lightly bobbing sash of fabric // STRANGE, BUT NOT IN THE MANNER OF APOCRYPHAS NORM. No, this object was not of its creation.... but rather of hoard. The Prince commands it up and over where its frame settles, offered up to TAKE. “&– - And with it comes reward. Knowledge is the truest gift.... but the collection of the material bares the means to bring the same. Of this matter we share. Perhaps, in time, your eyes may see the collections my own realm has to offer.”

" i presume you’ve already SEEN some of what i’ve accomplished. there is so , so much more to be done. "

@tidesfate