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allegiance-guide

I hope such universe exist...

The city burns. The archdemon’s roar shakes the earth. At the heart of the battle, Genevieve Cousland stands at the edge of fate, knowing there is only one path left to take. The Calling whispers in her blood, in her bones. There is no future beyond this moment - only the choice to make her death mean something. She carves her way toward the end she always knew was waiting for her, and when the time comes, when steel and fire and destiny collide, she does not hesitate.

Far behind her, King Alistair watches as the woman he loves disappears into the storm. By the time he reaches her, it is too late. 

Soil in the dirt, blood to feed it, bones to build it, flame to purge it. In war, victory. In peace, vigilance. In death, sacrifice.

Idk if this has been done before but I just thought of it

im jesus

i refuse to defend my favorite characters. They did that horrible thing bc they suck really bad

I forgot that I post poems on here sometimes. I usually detest writing poems that rhyme because it’s hard to think of words that rhyme and I kinda just wanna describe an experience without… rhyming. but. Was feeling goofy

(Was aiming for a middle school wannabe poet vibe)

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They called for help, just once or twice,

a passing thought, not said quite right.

No answer came, but that was fine

it never did, time after time.

So they shrugged and let it go,

picked up their things, went with the flow.

There was work to do, a list to keep,

and maybe later, they’d get some sleep.

Igma

Art for Pocket Guide to the Empire, 1st Edition

Art by Michael Kirkbride

Nerevar and Dagoth

solas of dragon age inquisition fame

The Veilguard

This dramatic bald guy again (I'm impatiently waiting for news from da4)

and I dream of you despite my better judgment, here, at the edge of the world we created. here, where all masks slip if only for just a moment. here, where freedom is almost within reach but never granted.

Once in a while, I become completely obsessed - intrigued- by Sotha Sil all over, even when I haven't played the game for a long time.

"And so it goes, a choking rose back"

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Anyone care about Morrowind still?

if there's anyone who cares about some... killing a crazy ex wife content ;), read up! Description:

In the shadow of gods and betrayal, Ralaas, the reluctant Nerevarine, carries the weight of two lives - his own and that of the warrior-king whose soul whispers within him. Faced with the vengeful and broken Almalexia, he must confront the echoes of love, hatred, and sacrifice that bind them all in a web of ancient tragedy.

Blades clash in the heart of a dying city as Nerevar’s spirit pleads for a peace that seems forever out of reach. Amid rage and sorrow, a divine bond shatters, leaving behind only echoes of what once was - a love consumed by ambition and a warrior haunted by memory.

Or, the Nerevarine kills his mentor's ex-wife.

You know when you’re falling asleep and a random image or meme blips into your vision? Yeah

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does he remember Romeo?

Who Romeo is, who Romeo once was, the reason King of puppets is fighting?

getting ready to present my thesis

depersonalization

i abhor the limitation

of civilization and creation,

the conflation of narration and foundation

and the depersonalization of sensation as if it is a corporation

makes me yearn for liberation 

from this frustration, and, shall I say in quotations,

“the notation of salvation will not be found in damnation”

in translation, this is a misquotation

because we stay in cooperation with those who support desolation

fund dehydration,

and promote mutilation

as if we seek the mutation of temptation

i say to avoid stagnation and devastation

and yet, i have no vocation

and only innovation starvation 

i stay in rotation 

i await my graduation from procrastination

and to put it in summation

we all need a vacation

SOBBING WHILE PLAYING

oblivion affirmations part 4, brought to you by @dirty-bosmer

Judgement of Mourning

The ring still glints upon their hand

a promise broken, life unplanned

they hear the name in every sigh,

a whispered plea, a wordless cry

grief pulls them like a ruthless tide,

begging to join them on the other side

but they recall love's last degree

"Live," it said, so plainly

fiddlesticks

Alone in shadows, night and day, Their thoughts unravel, thread by fray. The silence wraps around their skin, A whispered scream they feel within.

The room grows small, the air too tight, The walls close in with every night. They speak aloud to empty air, And no one’s there, and no one’s there.

The ticking clock, a hollow chime, Twists reason into fractured rhyme. Faces flicker in the gloom, Fading ghosts that haunt the room.

They claw at echoes in their mind, Seeking voices they can't find. Words like splinters, sharp and cruel, They crack beneath this endless rule.

Loneliness, a poison slow, Roots within and starts to grow. And in the mirror’s haunted stare, A stranger stands, but no one's there.

~ Khai Moffett

quixotic

in realms of magic, far away, they wander where the dragons play

A hero's sword within their hand, and castles rise on shifting sand

They ride the storm, command the sea, unlock the doors to mystery

a cloak of myths, a crown of lore,

they step through each enchanted door where giants fall and kingdoms grow

and every path a tale to know

but as the tale begins to slow, they feel a chill, a sinking low

the wonders dim, the colors fide like morning mist in evening's shade

they turn to speak, but no one's near

no voice to calm, no soul to hear, the silence holds a hollow tone

they lift their eyes and they're alone

~ Khai Moffett

i've decided i wanna put some poetry on my tumblr so if that's not your thing just ignore it!

my name is nobody

I drift like dust on an empty breeze, invisible in the rustling trees

No echo follows where I tread, no mark I leave, no words are said

The world moves on, a ceaseless tide, while I just watch and step aside

A faceless soul in crowded streets, a shadow lost in life's repeats

Each day I rise, each night I fall

I was never here at all

My name, a whisper faint and thin, forgotten as soon as it begins

I'm just a speck, a fleeting sigh, a thought that flickers, then says goodbye

With every breath, I fade to less, an empty shape in emptiness

No purpose ties me to this place, no light to cast upon my face, I float

untethered, hollow, small

A life unlived, unseen by all

~ Khai Moffett

Solitude

I reached out my hand in the darkened room,  stretched thin with hope that pierced the gloom,  

A whispered plea to find a friend, someone to stay, not just pretend.

I stitched my heart with threads of grace, a gentle smile, an open face,  

Built bridges tall with trembling hands, to hold them close in shifting sands.

But one by one, they turned away,  left me to the hollow gray, each promise made, each thread unwound, each face that left without a sound.

I chased their shadows, begged them stay, watched as they all slipped away, until my voice grew thin and dry, and all my tears refused to cry.

Now silence hums where echoes bled, a quiet home inside my head, I’ve locked the door, I’ve thrown the key,  

And vowed to let no others see.

For it’s safer here where darkness weaves, no hopes to break, no hands to leave, I’ll walk this path alone, and know,  

No one stays; they always go

~ Khai Moffett