"If I didn't know any better I believe my new neighbour's teenage son looks at me as if he is undressing me 1 button at a time".
"As if I would do anything to encourage him!. I mean .....A MIDDLE AGED WOMAN LIKE ME!"
"Whose husband left me for a younger model but who after my transformation wanted me back"!
"MEN ARE SO FICKLE!" My neighbour's husband looks as well But We have a little plan"
"The teenage son does work around my house and garden. he did some gardening and got dirty today so he took a shower here".
"I went in to sort him a towel and surprised him while he was NAKED!"
"In my shock I stumbled and Had to grab his naked body and we both fell on the bathroom floor".
"And there we were him naked below me and me on top with my button through PVC dress enveloping his skin"
"My hands held his wrists with my bosoms in his face 000PS"
"I tried to get up but Low and Behold I found myself staring down at his rock hard erection... BUT GUESS WHAT HAPPENED NEXT!"
"My Neighbour and Her husband came into the bathroom. The commotion it caused was UNBELIEVABLE"
"Especially as the same trick worked on the husband The only difference was his Wife recorded it on Her mobile phone that time".
"0NE BUTTON AT A TIME. 0NE PENIS AT A TIME!".
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19! :)
19: sea change
In the last few days of the year 200, Torr kills the Emperor. In early 201, a war breaks out.
It’s not wholly unexpected, at least not by those who know where to look. The Emperor’s death is no small blow to Solitude, the city that sent him off on a voyage he would only exit under a pall; especially considering that the guard had patted itself on the back for successfully foiling an assassination attempt right before his ship left, only for his throat to be slit under their noses, anyway. The head of Skyrim’s Penitus Oculatus appears to have vanished. No-one reports seeing anyone out of place on the boat until they started stumbling over the bodies. The Empire mourns through all the official avenues as the heir prepares for succession; Solitude’s government is busy trying desperately to smooth it over, putting out excessive bounties on the assassin that failed and scraping up intel on the one who succeeded. Not that there’s anything much to find – it’s a locked-room murder, and every logical suspect has an alibi that holds up to interrogation. There are no leads to follow.
And Windhelm is a powder keg.
It always has been, ever since the Great War, as long as Torr or any of his kids have been alive. Short-fused and disillusioned, crowds moving hot as blood through its winding stone streets, it’s always been something tough, hard-throated, splintered into careful lined sections. Torr walks whatever lines he wants, but not everyone has the energy to straddle them; not everyone can. The upper city is all harsh-cut stone and ice, the bricks ancient, the crowds in a hurry, even though none of them seem to know where they’re going; the Grey Quarter is where the snow runs when it turns to slush and the walls are stuffed with rags. The planks keep snapping with dry rot, sharp and gaping as broken teeth. They need to be filled to keep the cold out. The Cornerclub keeps the fire roaring. Talres goes there to work most days and doesn’t come back up to the house until the streets are empty. No-one knows it’s going to happen, not exactly, but there's no way anyone couldn't know. There are a lot of people who have been waiting on an opening, and all eyes are pointed elsewhere.
With little fanfare, the Jarl and his entourage leave Windhelm.
The city stops being a fuse and starts being the wreckage after it’s blown. Torr is told that there’s a span of a few weeks where Talres stops leaving the house completely. Katla gets arrested again and weasels out of it on her own. The ill-drawn posters of something approaching Torr’s face stuck up over the walls of Solitude are covered up with announcements and calls to join the Legion. Windhelm floods with bodies ready for the rebellion. Aventus’ house is already crowded; in a few months, Torr hears, it’s nigh impossible to walk in for the bedrolls and blankets spread over the floor. The city has never been a warm place in any sense of the word; Torr’s siblings are inundated with more kids and more kids with nowhere else to go. They don’t know if Solitude is much better; they look different now than they did on the night of the assassination that wasn’t and then was, hair cropped shorter and uneven, face gaunter, the weight they’d managed to gain over their comfortable months in Falkreath sloughing off them like a spider’s old skin, but even so it’s a bit much to step foot in there so soon, some of the bounty posters still mouldering on their posts. One of the kids says something about needing a whole other house. They’ve only got the one. Still, it makes Torr think.
(Skyrim has one orphanage, a little wooden hall down on the banks of Riften’s canals. And now there is a cursed house in Windhelm.)
Torr doesn’t go to Solitude. They only occasionally go to Windhelm. When they’re not on business, they stay on the outskirts of Danstrar; the Pale, all frozen winds and snow high enough to ice a horse’s knees, is an unappetising enough target that aside from an announcement of alliance with Windhelm’s Stormcloaks the war has not truly reached them yet. Which is ironic, considering.
(If prompted, Torr probably could have seen this coming – Torr, who spent years with his finger on Windhelm’s pulse, moving through the people and hearing endless talk about the government. It was going to happen sooner or later. And of course the Empire reeling from the assassination of its Emperor – the first since around the time of the Oblivion Crisis, which no-one is anxious to repeat, and the reminder of which put plenty of important people quite on edge – is enough of an opportunity to weigh heavily in sooner’s favour. If he’d thought about it with his blade set beneath the hairs of the old man’s beard, he would have known he was setting a war in motion. What Torr doesn’t know is if he would have cared.)
(Probably not. He still doesn’t, after all. Not enough to regret anything.)
Dead winter bleeds into spring; a little ice melts, and the sea begins to change. Torr’s shoulder aches when the weather is bad. There are clashes on the roads, outside cities, described in newspapers and word of mouth. Cyrodiil ships off heaps of soldiers to spill into Solitude’s ports. The house in Windhelm is overrun. But the nightshade kept in the temperate corner that Babette has transformed into a garden begins to bloom months early. The tides still come in and out.
The old Emperor is dead. Skyrim is tearing itself apart. Torr cleans his knife after use with a soap that smells like lavender and tries very hard to dredge up any guilt.
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hiii, i was wondering if you could do a little character analysis on wolf? Thank you so much!
hi omg !!! i've never been asked to do a character analysis before this is so cool :3 ummmm i will try my best but i can't promise anything super deep or insightful lol i mostly just read for the vibes and the cute dynamics :') sooo yeah i'll just put it under this !!!
i'm not really sure where to start but i think wolf is really interesting in terms of motivation ? because from what i remember (i binged it all and retained like maybe 60% of the content SORRY) he doesn't seem to have a clear background as to Why he fights ,, like jimmy who wants power and just likes to fight or gogo who wants to be dependable on his own so ben doesn't have to shoulder everything by himself ,, wolf is a 'mad dog' and literally everyone calls him that throughout the story because he's explosive and enjoys inflicting pain ie. wolf fights because wolf Wants to fight and he wants to beat up people for no reason which imo is interesting lol ,, i think his character arc is also taking a turn because wolf hates people who are weak or people who act weak (i think he said this during his and gray's fight) and because he's gone undefeated for so long , him losing to gray has shaken his foundation ,, we can see he's different after losing to gray; he doesn't carry himself the same ('i'm the best no one can beat me' that sort of attitude) but he still retains his sadism and core personality ,, i honestly don't know where i'm going with this but i think after losing to gray wolf's philosophy of beating up weak people/people who act weak is being sort of tested because in his mind i think he's thinking about why he couldn't defeat gray who is by most means weaker than him ,, as a side note if wolf manages to get out of the union somehow i think it would cool to see him join eunjang in the final showdown between eunjang vs the union
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