#insert check my temperature meme here

[windydrawallday]

my swindle just so happpens to have his robo pawbs out in display. oooo lockdown you wanna touch them soooo bad oooooooooo

"... I thought those were for his inbuild reader-scanner?"

(I know cybertronian technology is more advanced than an old Earth calculator and that they probably had their own numerical system but I COULDN'T RESIST THE STUPID JOKE)

[owlsoldwritingcorner]

The Ghost (Part 2)

Pairing :Wrench x Reader

AO3 Link

Summary:

“So. You a big fan of hackers?”

“I guess you can say that. ” You may not be able to make a coherent string of codes but you know that vague code speak means: He’s in the group.

Note: 

Here's the look reader has in this chapter!

(The helmet and biker suit is the main canonical look reader has cuz it's important to the fic, underneath you can insert your own look)

Chapter 2: Fresh Air and Graffiti

You woke up to the smell of your grandmother’s cooking, checking your phone revealed it was 8 in the damn morning. God you weren’t ready for the strong smells so early in the morning. Looks like Ripley wasn’t either considering she was already away and giving you her big ole puppy eyes that just scream “Walk time? Walk time!”.

Such a sweetie.

“Let’s get you some breakfast first before we can think of any w-a-l-k-i-e-s, alrighty?” Oh gosh, she gave you a little nod and a gentle ruff, you’re gonna get killed by the cuteness of a pup. Not by any of those burly men with guns that you’re so used to on the job, and obviously, you welcome this kind of death with open arms.

Getting up, you cleaned yourself up from the rest of your grogginess and went to the kitchen to fill up Ripley’s food bowl but not before taking a puff of your daily asthma medicine.

Gah… The smell of dried fish was getting more and more prominent now. The dried fish your grandma makes for the conge tastes so good but god it smells like the ocean flooded the house and dried up.

“Mom! Did you really have to make that fish so early in the morning?” Looks like your aunt was up and at ‘em too now. Strong smells always did make her grumpier.

“ It takes so long to fully seep and cook this fish so I should just cook it now! ” Your aunt looked as if she was going to pop a blood vessel already.

“Mom. Now the whole house smells like fish. You could have made it tomorrow or even later today!” You just sighed as your aunt and grandma argued, you really didn’t want a headache so early in the morning…

Ripley was done eating her breakfast so it was time to go for some walkies. Maybe Ripley will make some friends in this neighborhood? You brought out some body spray for yourself to put on once you’re out of the house, your emergency inhaler, then finally you put the pit-bull on her leash. Hopefully a walk around will ease your headache a bit.

So far so good.

It was sunny and surprisingly nice out, your little pup was letting out some energy and you got some fresh air. You finally arrived at a small dog park, certainly not the park Clara told you about. That hideout is about 20 more minutes away from where you’re currently at.

You sat at one of the benches to give your feet some rest, your little pit-bull laid down next to you on the bench, her head on your lap and wanting you to pet her as you two relaxed. You smiled before slowly starting to go into a daze, your eyelids drooped a bit from the nice temperature and your little friend snored away on your lap before your mind finally started to dream away as you stared into space.

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Run.

You needed to run.

You have to get out of here.

Opaque silhouettes slithered after you, their limbs contorting as they ran on all fours, letting out whaling cries as if trying to coax you into stopping. Its grotesque body leaving mucus in its wake.

But it didn’t work.

It only made you run faster.

Faster and faster until--

You choked.

The air was knocked out of you as one of the silhouette’s slimy, long arms grabbed one of your legs causing you to fall forward. You tried to crawl away, your nails scratching the concrete below to no avail. You looked behind you to see the mass of disgusting limbs catching up to you, still holding onto your captive leg.

As you continue to try to get away from the creature, you see another silhouette step in front of you and kneel down, and outstretched as if saying “Here. Let me help you up”. This one was different from the ones trying to chase you, they weren’t contorted or slimy nor did they have any extra limbs on their body.

You were so close to reaching for that gentle hand when--

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“Excuse me?” You woke up from your daydream by that new voice trying to get your attention. Looking up, you see a man (probably just a couple years older than you) wearing dark lensed glasses and had a light moustache and a soul patch. You also noted the shirt he wore.

Dedsec.

You wanted to snort. The Chicago branch would instantly kick that person out for wearing something so blatant. They’d hate seeing their name with a face.

“Hey, uh, sorry for intruding, I just wanted to pet your dog. Don’t really see many Pitbulls in this neighborhood.” You raised an eyebrow, most people would be terrified of Ripley and cross the street from you two (Granted, she is a big dog with large scars and cropped ears, you can’t fully blame them for being intimidated.) But you gave the man a little nod, he seemed nice enough.

“Sure, she’d love the attention.” The man immediately went to work, giving Ripley little scratches behind her ears, cooing as she gave him some kisses.

“What’s her name?”

“Ripley.”

“As in Ellen Louise Ripley ?”

“Yep. They’re both super tough, so, I just named her accordingly.” You mumbled, god it’s been so long since you had social interaction with a new human. The man just chuckled.

“I can tell, she definitely looks like she been through some stuff.”

You let out a little hum, “She was rescued from one of those dog fighting rings.” He nodded.

“Poor girl. Looks like she’s in better hands now though.” You chuckled as you scratched behind Ripley’s cropped ears, your eyes wandered back to the man’s Dedsec shirt. Honestly you can’t tell if he’s just a big fan or actually part of the group.

“So. You a big fan of hackers?”

“I guess you can say that. You into what Dedsec has to say?” You may not be able to make a coherent string of codes but you know that vague code speak means: He’s in the group.

“They have some good points. Highlighting vulnerabilities and weaknesses in the CTOS systems, showcasing how Blume truly acts. It’s like embarrassing the prom king on stage, I’m all for that.” The man raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

“You seem to have your share of Dedsec knowledge.”

“I’m from Chicago, they’re a pretty big deal there too. Dunno about here.”

“That explains it. Heard they released some pretty big blackmail over there.” You gave the man a nonchalant hum. Dedsec’s blackmail, huh? Aiden did most of the work though…

“I heard that too.”

Checking the time it was already almost 12 pm, that fuckin online college got you on a damn leash. Plus, you were getting pretty hungry, you did skip out on breakfast in favor of feeding Ripley.

“Well, I need to be on my way now. Hope you have a nice day.”

“Oh, you too. I’m Marcus by the way. I have a feeling I might see you again.” Well that sounds only mildly ominous, but, certainly not the worst you’ve heard. The taller man reached out his hand for a handshake, to which you reluctantly shook and gave Marcus your name.

“It was nice meeting you, Marcus.”

You nudged Ripley a bit to let her know you two were heading home now only for her to whine a bit but obliging. Yeah, you don’t wanna smell like fish again but… You really needed to at least finish the week’s assignments. You gave Marcus a final goodbye wave as you walked home with your dog by your side.

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You flopped onto your bed in defeat.

Why the fuck did this online school have to give you so much work every week? Well, you managed to do a few weeks worth of work and should be free earlier for Dedsec work.

Speaking of, it’s almost time to meet your new “coworkers”. It's time to suit up.

Donning your binder, biker’s helmet and suit, you made sure to test out the helmet’s voice modulator and check for any kinks. Afterwards, it was time for some real clothes! The skin tight biker suit feels pretty breezy despite you not being actually naked. At least the binder makes you look like a super buff guy, not to mention the boots give you some extra height. You really need those 3 extra inches…

Let’s see…

Pastel week? Or maybe something vintage? Or perhaps some fall colors would be nice! Sweaters always feel nice. But, it has been a while since you’ve done a punk week…

Well! It’s been decided!

Finally, you were ready for work. Giving Ripley a final forehead kiss and head pat, you headed for your destination.

Weird that a notorious hacker group put one of their hideouts in a nerdy tabletop shop. Then again, it doesn’t raise a lot of suspicion on the outside. Looking around, you see a bunch of people rolling their 20 sided dice on the tables. You always did want to play Dungeons and Dragons, never had the time to read up on it though. You walked towards the back, ignoring any wandering eyes. But no one really spoke up against you being there, they looked too scared to even try if they actually wanted to.

Aha. There was the entrance. You pushed in the pass-code Clara gave you and viola! You’re in. You took in the appearance of the entrance down the hackerspace. The graffiti is quite a look. Most of the Dedsec graffiti back home were mostly on CTOS ads or other signposts, this is a stark contrast from those dark hacker rooms in Chicago. But, you certainly didn’t mind it. Actually heading into the space itself revealed it looked more like a hacker’s man cave or hangout spot than a big name hacker group meet up room. Dedsec’s name was graffitied around every inch of the room, the table in the middle was filled with snacks, beers, and some computer equipment, and there were some really old rage comics memes near the 3d printer area.

Looks like you’re the first person here though. You sat at the sofa area, crossing your legs. God, the spaces back home needs a sofa like this instead of those rackety pull out chairs. Just as you were getting used to the appearance of… Everything. The sound of the sliding door and footsteps catches your ears. Guess it was introduction time.

Turning around and facing the first person you got to the space first, you were greeted with a familiar face.

“You guys should have seen Mr. Weak Chin’s face in perso--” The man locked eyes with you as you gave him a little wave.

Marcus. Your instincts had always been pretty on point.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” His hand was hidden behind him, probably reaching for a weapon to prepare himself from any surprise attacks. You only raise your hands to tell him you don’t mean any harm. Just as you were going to let him know why you’re here, the rest of the crew came down. Marcus wasn’t the only familiar face around here.

Your hidden eyes gazed into familiar digital Xs.

[trenchcoatkitten]

So I’ve been reading Temperature of the Heart, and you’ve mentioned how you have the whole thing written already. Can you describe what that’s like? What’s your writing process? How long does it take for you to write everything start to finish? Do you plan it all out or just kind of wing it? How long do you sit in an idea before you start?? Sorry about all the questions, I’m just so curious >_

bro!!! are you sure i will scream about writing for days omg

first of all THANK YOU its so freaking cool that you came to ask your questions and that you like my writing, im still sort of getting used to my writing not just being garbage that i read in the dark at 2am and never share with anybody, and i am always excited to answer questions waaaah 

(THIS IS GOING TO BE LONG I APOLOGIZE IM PUTTING A READING BREAK IN CAUSE I WENT OFF BRO, IM THE WOOOOORST) 

my process is pretty weird, it’s kind of all over the place? I’m kind of a halfway planner halfway pantser. I have an idea and usually make some disjointed notes about character and the main idea, in my phone or maybe on a google doc, and then a pinterest board maybe? Something to get excited about, a visualization. I ALWAYS tell myself im going to make an outline first and then i ALWAYS just jump right into writing because I’m too excited/impatient to wait. give me words on a page. give me dialogue. 

Usually when I’m a little bit into the project, when i know that I’m not going to abandon it to the depths off where my WIPs go to die (rip like literally over 300 individual and unique works, this is NOT an exaggeration, you should see my document bank its gross) Ill say “ok fuck you sami its time to actually know where you’re going” and I’ll sit down and make the grossest outline you have EVER seen. like im talking, my outlines are littered with memes, me yelling at myself, actual stuff thats going to end up in the final project, and just general random garbage? its so gross. Ive literally only showed one of my outlines to one person ever (hi akira!) bc im super self conscious of them and hate the way that i write them. making an outline usually sucks up an entire day of writing. they’re pages and pages because some parts will be INCREDIBLY specific and other parts will be so vague you dont even know

From there, when im done with my garbage outline, (after going back through what I’ve written and fixing the shit that was just me going off like a psycho) I usually start writing in earnest. I’ll highlight the parts of the outline that I’ve done and I’ll go back and check it often to make sure im following through on my plans and the character arcs and such, making sure that everything ties in and such. This section is me like. every day getting home from work or whatever and sitting down at the computer and not moving until 2am, this is the section where i forget to eat and I dont sleep enough and i forget to drink water or take my vitamins and I do word sprints with myself and have days where I write 10 thousand words in one sitting. (very not healthy and also terrible i do NOT recommend) this is the section where I’ll handwrite anything i can in the back of classes and at rehearsals because im pouring out words.

during this section I go back and edit ENDLESSLY. i cannot write something and just let it be. I go back to the section I wrote the night before, I go back to the section I just wrote, i go back to the very beginning. I generally dont have to do 1st 2nd 3rd draft this way, but it is much more time consuming as Im just writing. i dont know if i reccommend this its a MESS

THeN once i finish writing the whole thing, i sit down and reread/edit the whole thing once through. this makes sure i have good flow, the paragraphs go together well, the prose feels right to me, timelines make sense. during this time i make ENDLESS paper notes with calendars, section notes, additions, drabbles, thoughts about my own shit. i have notebooks full of just garbage. im not kidding. full notebooks. 

Once I finish that read/edit through I’m usually happy. only once something is completely finished will I consider posting. I go back too much, I add shit, I can’t let go of shit, not until it’s done. While I’m posting - I go through the chapter I’m going to post with a fine tooth comb, try to catch any tiny little mistake, add words here and there, but never change anything large if I can help it. Then i format it on Ao3 (this is literal hell, fuck the HTML editor it wants me to die) and then post it. Deciding to post a chapter to actually hitting ‘post’ usually takes me 1-4 hours, depending on the length, the difficulty of formatting, and how many goddamn links i wanna put in the chapter notes cause im the worst~ (insert jean ralphio voice) 

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LISTEN im probably super extra but I’ve been writing since I was in sixth grade (thats twelve years! time is an enigma and i hate it!) and so I have a bit of practice, i have a bit of experience and while I’m not the best me that I can be, I KNOW myself, and this is just what works best for me. 

As for timing - it depends on the length of the project and how motivated I am. It took me about a month to write Royal (~50k), just a little over a month to write All Might’s All Night Shop Stop (~75k), and just about two months to write Temperature of the Heart (~115k). I try to post every few days, because as a person I hate waiting and I don’t want to do that to my readers! 

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As for the ‘how long do i sit on an idea before writing it’ it really depends. Some things I will receive inspiration or a sliver of an idea and start writing it in the next ten minutes, even if I have to stop working on something I’m already working on, because that was Brain Has Decided. Sometimes I will consider an idea for like. months before actually doing it. I’ve had the idea for FBoW (the newest thing im working on oops? have i told anybody about this NO cause that will make it REAL) since before I started Royal, which was like. Last november. But I just couldnt quite do it for some reason, and it wasn’t pressing. My brain is super broken, and a lot of times I get sick over ideas. I can’t sleep or eat until I’ve written, and I will repeat phrases to myself until i can get them out of my head by writing them down. (Sometimes this is something nice or poetic - “The golden hour lights up the whole world, wiggling its fingers into every nook and cranny, lighting up two people lounging on a bench-swing, someone leaned onto porch stairs with a mug of tea, the space between those walking down a dirt road, a couple of dogs laid out on the deck.” and other times its literally “Ranch Fiddlesticks.” I’m not kidding. i have a note in my phone that says ranch fiddlesticks because I was actually going to Die if i didnt write it down.)

I do wish my brain didn’t do this - but I guess it makes some fun art, doesn’t it? 

WOW OKAY THIS WAS SO LONG im so sorry jesus christ. SOrry i will ALWAYS go off about my process and what it’s like to write. Writing is so so important to me, I LOVE it with every tiny atom of my weak, alcohol-infused, overworked heart. Despite how scary it is sometimes I am very glad to be sharing my work with the world, seeing peoples’ reactions and hearing things about my words, hearing how this little picture in my mind has gone into yours. 

okay jfc im done now im so sorry. thank you again and again and again, a thousand times over, for reading my work and enjoying the worlds that i enjoy building. It makes me feel like I’m worth it. It makes me feel like I’m doing something good. 

ily :’)

[romano-is-crying]

PruAus Shippy Stuff

I saw a ship meme floating around, so I wanted to to fill it out for my boys.

Gives nose/forehead kisses: Austria gives forehead kisses, because they’re dignified, chaste, almost-father-like? As in, I imagine he gave forehead kisses to Italy back in the day. -- Maybe? IDK. -- But Prussia would be more likely to give nose kisses, because they’re kinda funny. “Here, let me kiss your nose.”

Gets jealous the most: Prussia. And it boils over, but he hates to admit it, so he just lashes out, and acts like he’s mad about something else. “Jealous? No way I’m jealous, Austria! I’m just pissed about that mess you left in the kitchen.”

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: Well, I want to say Austria, as I imagine Prussia is the only one likely to get drunk in a bar, but then again, I’m not sure Austria can even drive a car. :/ Plus, he’d probably get lost on the way there. So yeah, neither. Prussia walks home from the bar.

Takes care of on sick days: PRUSSIA. Austria is the ‘delicate’ one, after all, thus he’s the one prone to illness. And taking care of him gives Prussia an excuse to be useful; to be praised. “I made soup, Austria! Soup!! Now open up and let me feed it to you.” *blows on the spoon* “After this, I’ll take your temperature,” etc.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: Um, I was gonna say Prussia drags Austria, because he’s the stick in the mud, but according to canon, Austria is scared of sea creatures, so for the life of me, I can’t see these two at the beach period. I mean, unless Austria is playing the damn piano in the sand, on the water, or wherever he was in that one episode, I still think Prussia would be off building a castle, or swimming, or doing his own thing basically.

Gives unprompted messages: I don’t know what this means, exactly. I’m just seeing that dude from DON’T BE A MENACE TO SOUTH CENTRAL WHILE DRINKING YOUR JUICE IN THE HOOD showing up at Austria’s window, shouting, “Message!” Sounds more like France’s antics than Prussia’s.

Drives/rides shotgun: Prussia drives, Austria rides. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Brings the other lunch at work: Prussia doesn’t work-work, but he’s the one more likely to fix a meal for someone else, so I can see him carrying it to Austria’s music room. “Hey, you’ve been playing Schumann for the past three hours. I made a sandwich for you. It’s important to eat, you know!”

Has the better parental relationship: These men don’t have parents.

Tries to start role-playing in bed: Hmmm...I’m gonna say Austria, because he strikes me as the kinkier of the two. Plus, Prussia wouldn’t want to pretend to be someone else, because he’s so awesome as is. *insert boisterous attitude*

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: Oy, I guess Austria, maybe. Tho for the record, I’d like to state, Austria is a fine dancer. Good timing, a feel for music, all that jazz. But that’s while sober. While drunk, I imagine he misses a few beats.

Still cries while watching TITANIC: Ah, neither. These men fought in war after war, watched young men suffer and die, countless people losing their lives all in the name of one country vs another, so why on earth would a guy clinging to a board in the water induce tears from them? (I didn’t cry during that movie, so maybe that tinges my answer. Also, I’m a film snob, and if these two are gonna watch any picture based on the Titanic, it’s gotta be A NIGHT TO REMEMBER, from 1958. So much better! And there was actually a German movie entitled TITANIC, from 1943, which I’ve also seen, but can’t recall much of it; I do know they took ‘liberties’ with it, due to the ugly era. So yeah, these two would go for the more historically-accurate one from the late 1950s, or maybe even the one from earlier that decade, again entitled TITANIC; it was Hollywood’s version, from 1953, whereas A NIGHT TO REMEMBER was British. Still, I can’t foresee them crying, unless Austria gets emotional during the violin scene.)

Firmly believes in couples costumes: Based on Hetaween 2011, they both seem to believe in couples costumes, but Prussia was dressed to match India, and Austria was dressed to match Hungary. Of course, they both ended up trading in those costumes for a group costume led by Germany. Then in Hetaween 2013 (finished 2014), Prussia was a knight, and Austria was nothing. The latter almost came to the party naked, tho, and Prussia seemed ‘amused’ by that.

So as for who believes in it, I’ll say both, but kinda neither? Prussia doesn’t care if he has a couple to be a part of; “Dressing up alone is too much fun!” And Austria is too indecisive to choose a costume on his own. *shrugs*

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: PRUSSIA. Buying things to make himself or others happy is right up his alley, and he can be a bit compulsive in that regard. Austria, on the other hand, sets a tight budget and sticks to it. I imagine he does splurge occasionally, especially while in love.

Makes the other eat breakfast: Again, Prussia. He’s up bright and early, working out, showering, making a meal. Austria sleeps in, and takes his sweet time just to come grab a cup of coffee. Donning a bathrobe, hair a mess, he has to listen to Prussia preach the importance of eating at the start of a day.

Remembers anniversaries: They’re both kinda forgetful, aren’t they? I’m not sure if I made that up, or if there’s some basis in canon. I guess Prussia could check his diaries to see if it’s an anniversary. Austria probably doesn’t care.

Brings up having kids: Ha, neither. They know they can’t, for obvious reasons, plus personifications can’t get pregnant nor impregnate others unless they give up their immortality like Nikoniko did. But they could get a pet, or call Kugelmugel their kid. I see Prussia being the one to bring up such plans.

[dovahsebrxm]

( an elder scrolls meme ) beauty , companions , jarl , quill , reading , war , zzz

{ meme } abc’s for barbarians – x

BEAUTY: How does your character tend to their appearance? Do they wear any special armor or clothing during their day to day activities?

- - - - - When traveling, the Dragonborn wears a set of light armor. He likes to be quick on his feet. Heavy armor might offer more protection, but it just slows him down and it weighs more. When at home, he typically just wears a white tunic and brown pants with some comfortable boots. As for hygiene, Skyrim is in no short supply of lakes and rivers to take a little swim in. Since he’s a Nord, he runs “warmer” than other races of man so the otherwise cold temperature of the water doesn’t bother him in the slightest. If he has no time for a swim, he keeps a linen handkerchief in his pack which he dampens in stream water to wash away dirt and impurities.

COMPANIONS: Does your character have any close friends or traveling companions?

- - - - - Not counting crossovers, or his Housecarls, he has plenty of friends and traveling companions in Skyrim to choose from. He’s made quite the network for himself around the province and has at least one person in each Hold that is always eager to travel with him. One of his favorite people to travel with is Teldryn Sero of Raven Rock - a Dunmer battlemage/mercenary.

JARL: How does your muse address royalty? Would they carry out an order at the request of a Jarl?

- - - - - When addressing a Jarl, the Dragonborn refers to them as “my Jarl” or “Jarl [insert name here]”. Seeing as he has Thaneship over several strongholds through Skyrim, he definitely does a fair bit of work in service to the Jarls of Skyrim. The first city he became Thane to was Whiterun, and the title was granted to him as a reward for protecting the city from the dragon Mirmulnir, which is when he discovered his role as the Dragonborn. He typically refers to Whiterun’s Jarl as “Jarl Balgruuf”.

QUILL: How much writing does your muse do? Do they keep any journals or have they published any books?

- - - - - A fair bit, though around half of that is for organization, to keep track of all the things he needs to do, and to reflect on the things he’s done already and what steps to take next. The other half is a lot of him documenting his experiences specifically as the Dragonborn and how it affects him, personally. Dealing with the sossedov (the inborn power & nature that comes from the dragonblood), writing down his experiences with Dovahzul (the dragons’ language), a written “check and balance”, if you will. Paarthurnax warned him about the things he would feel, so his “Dragonborn” journal may serve as a sort of memoir. He may publish it, as he realizes it would be a major artifact of history when he’s finally passed on to Sovngarde.

READING: Can your muse read, if they then what’s their favorite book?

- - - - - He can in fact read, and you’d be hard-pressed to find someone in Skyrim that can’t - even among the lower class. A lot of people in Tamriel are staunchly religious and worship the Eight/Nine Divines - one of which is Julianos. Julianos is the God of Wisdom and a patron for the literary arts, so education is taken very seriously in Tamriel. There are even childrens’ books (such as Kolb & the Dragon), which is a pretty strong piece of evidence to support the idea you go through some form of education. It’s likely our equivalent of homeschool. A few of his favorite books are “Living with Lycanthropy”, “On Stepping Lightly: The Nordic Ruins of Skyrim”, and “The Book of the Dragonborn”.

WAR: Has your character ever fought in any wars? If they haven’t then what’s their opinion on the current affairs in Skyrim? Do they back the Imperials or the Stormcloaks? 

- - - - - He fought in the Imperial Legion during Skyrim’s Civil War. He doesn’t like the Thalmor or the Aldmeri Dominion any more than the Stormcloaks, but the difference between him and the Stormcloaks is that he realizes more than anyone in Skyrim that the Thalmor are to blame, and not the Empire. The Empire did what they had to do to preserve the lives at stake due to the Great War. It was either that, or refuse and be completely overpowered by the Dominion’s forces. The White-Gold Concordat is not an ideal situation, but signing it at least kept the Dominion from obliterating Skyrim and her people without mercy. Though he may only be a Legate of the Imperial Legion, he’s also the Last Dragonborn and has quite the vendetta against the Dominion.

ZZZ: How soundly does your muse sleep at night? Is there anything they fear within the darkness?

- - - - - As a healthy person, he gets as much sleep as he possibly can. If he is traveling and doesn’t already own property in whatever stronghold he’s passing through, he’ll rent a room from an inn. He typically sleeps rather soundly. When he was afflicted with Lycanthropy, he didn’t get much restful sleep at all. His “bedtime” varies each night but he tends to rise just after the sun has come up over the mountain ranges.

[frankfallon-blog]

Counting down the days is a youthful blunder. The calendar, mine has photos of New York, holds events all year round, some more significant than others. A birthday, more and more weddings, a trip to Comicon and even just a Friday or a Saturday. Ticking off four to five days a week can have a knock on effect, when suddenly life seems so precious and there is a longing for more time. Not many people in their earlier years truly recognise that more time would benefit us greatly. To my knowledge only Romeo, of So Solid Crew fame, at a young age was wise to it. When given 21 precious seconds, he complained “I need more time, give me 29, seconds to chat this rhyme.” People, those we know and those we merely witness living their daily lives, always offer phrases we think we can relate to; Live every moment, make the most out of every minute and so on. Pick them apart though and can we actually live by the motto?! The daily grind including but not limited to an hours commute on the tube, stairwells at the tube station, tourists on the stair well in the tube station and the temperature of the underground. Imagine trying to make the most out of every moment when upon entering the central line at Ealing Broadway, the journey not ending until Liverpool Street station 45 minutes later, your bladder notifies the brain it’s reached its limit. What does a Monday have to offer and why has it been imprinted that a Monday is full of negativity, hangovers and sometimes guilt? The Monday commute as far away from an expression of fully immersing yourself into every minute as humanly possible. In other countries around the world, such as Bangladesh, the weekend does not fall on a Saturday and Sunday, thus, Monday is another beautiful day. Working the 9 to 5 as Dolly Parton would have wanted us to, or the 8 to 6 that your charity sector CEO getting paid the big bucks would have wanted us to, or the 12 - 16 hours if you’re NHS staff working under a Torie Government would have wanted us to, is part and parcel of the daily grind. Only 3,600 Lotto millionaires don’t have to work having won the lotto, the rest of us even some of the 1 per cent have to do something at some point throughout the day to earn some money to pay for everything bar the air you breathe. Food, water, shelter and the necessities to live and then your TV, internet, phone and all the things which the media media make you think you need to live all make those hours a little bit more bearable. Counting down the hands to the end of your shift means you’re proactively clocking up the younger years and checking out of some of the good bits. Your Mother or father, carer or housemate that is forever warning you to ‘make the most out of it’ is not trying to get you to see the best in everything but merely trying to get something out of most of it! Your *insert coffee provider here* coffee in the morning, the meme that tickles you on Facebook, completing a level on Candy Crush, the deers relaxing under a tree on your lunch break, the act that your friend at work hates everything more than you and so on an so on. Putting value on your day and appreciating it rather than looking on to the amount trip in 3 weeks time hopefully means that you’ll slowly ease yourself in to being 80… Maybe you would have been too busy to really appreciate Netflix and when you finally are allowed to retire and if the Government haven’t squandered away all your pension on brokering DUP deals and such like, and you can afford a TV you will not look back and how short and sweet life was but still be embracing the now. I’ve been caught up on the horrendous Love Island. I never thought I would say that. I’ve been sober for three weeks and my favourite thing to do is watch Love Island at 9pm and go to bed after. I’m embracing it. I had a costa today and the last couple of days I’ve had Tdziki. I wore purple socks, the same pair, two days in a row. I don’t write home about it but I’m not sitting waiting for the morrow. The morrow waits for no man. Frank Full, by Frank Fallon

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#3 Friday Feeling

Counting down the days is a youthful blunder. The calendar, mine has photos of New York, holds events all year round, some more significant than others. A birthday, more and more weddings, a trip to Comicon and even just a Friday or a Saturday. Ticking off four to five days a week can have a knock on effect, when suddenly life seems so precious and there is a longing for more time. Not many people in their earlier years truly recognise that more time would benefit us greatly. To my knowledge only Romeo, of So Solid Crew fame, at a young age was wise to it. When given 21 precious seconds, he complained "I need more time, give me 29, seconds to chat this rhyme." People, those we know and those we merely witness living their daily lives, always offer phrases we think we can relate to; Live every moment, make the most out of every minute and so on. Pick them apart though and can we actually live by the motto?! The daily grind including but not limited to an hours commute on the tube, stairwells at the tube station, tourists on the stair well in the tube station and the temperature of the underground. Imagine trying to make the most out of every moment when upon entering the central line at Ealing Broadway, the journey not ending until Liverpool Street station 45 minutes later, your bladder notifies the brain it's reached its limit. What does a Monday have to offer and why has it been imprinted that a Monday is full of negativity, hangovers and sometimes guilt? The Monday commute as far away from an expression of fully immersing yourself into every minute as humanly possible. In other countries around the world, such as Bangladesh, the weekend does not fall on a Saturday and Sunday, thus, Monday is another beautiful day. Working the 9 to 5 as Dolly Parton would have wanted us to, or the 8 to 6 that your charity sector CEO getting paid the big bucks would have wanted us to, or the 12 - 16 hours if you're NHS staff working under a Torie Government would have wanted us to, is part and parcel of the daily grind. Only 3,600 Lotto millionaires don't have to work having won the lotto, the rest of us even some of the 1 per cent have to do something at some point throughout the day to earn some money to pay for everything bar the air you breathe. Food, water, shelter and the necessities to live and then your TV, internet, phone and all the things which the media media make you think you need to live all make those hours a little bit more bearable. Counting down the hands to the end of your shift means you're proactively clocking up the younger years and checking out of some of the good bits. Your Mother or father, carer or housemate that is forever warning you to 'make the most out of it' is not trying to get you to see the best in everything but merely trying to get something out of most of it! Your *insert coffee provider here* coffee in the morning, the meme that tickles you on Facebook, completing a level on Candy Crush, the deers relaxing under a tree on your lunch break, the act that your friend at work hates everything more than you and so on an so on. Putting value on your day and appreciating it rather than looking on to the amount trip in 3 weeks time hopefully means that you'll slowly ease yourself in to being 80... Maybe you would have been too busy to really appreciate Netflix and when you finally are allowed to retire and if the Government haven't squandered away all your pension on brokering DUP deals and such like, and you can afford a TV you will not look back and how short and sweet life was but still be embracing the now. I've been caught up on the horrendous Love Island. I never thought I would say that. I've been sober for three weeks and my favourite thing to do is watch Love Island at 9pm and go to bed after. I'm embracing it. I had a costa today and the last couple of days I've had Tdziki. I wore purple socks, the same pair, two days in a row. I don't write home about it but I'm not sitting waiting for the morrow. The morrow waits for no man. Frank Full, by Frank Fallon