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Skyrim adventure #3

Me: *been playing for like 2 hours* My Dad: the insane jester has been quiet for a while Me: …..*turns around* Cicero: *is just gone* Me: what the hecker Me: *retraces steps to find him* Me: *finds bandit tower* Cicero: *singing and dancing, dead bodies everywhere* Dad: *whispers* he cant be trusted

Nazir: By Sithis will you please shut up! Your squeaky voice is so annoying!

Cicero: *voice drops eight octaves* Is this better?

Nazir, falling out of his chair: hOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK

It’s so hard to try and describe Cicero’s “jester act” because while it is sort of an act, it’s also just the way he is too. Like it’s the way he copes with the PTSD and psychosis he went through during a period of horrible trauma for him & The Brotherhood.

It’s a way to disconnect himself from it all, like that person was someone else. Though muscle memory of being a trained assassin has him put it on hold, and when he kills a contract is the when you can see the “old Cicero” peek through a bit.

When upset he will slip back into first person, as if The Fool of Hearts can’t separate itself from Cicero anymore.

cicero acts like a fool but this bitch outran a werewolf on his shorter than usual imperial leggies, significantly wounded said werewolf, got past the troll that had somehow broken into the sanctuary despite literally bleeding the whole way, and will still fite u if u fail to pickpocket him.

Wholesome Cicero Being Sick Headcanons

So i saw this headcanon post floating around about how Cicero would handle the Listener being sick, and today I figured “okay, buuut… what if Cicero was sick instead?” :0

Since he was likely horrendously malnourished during and after his time in Cheydinhal, and because he’s moving to a new province full of different strains of illness, Cicero gets sick. A lot. 

He hides it as best he can as he continues to do the Keeper boogaloo unbeknownst to his family, often to the point where he overworks himself and everyone is freaking out because he’s passed out on the floor again

Tries really hard to make it seem like he’s fine, especially when the Listener isn’t around at the time, because he doesn’t want to feel like a burden to anyone 

meanwhile he’s somehow paler than he already is and his skin is literally on fire

Sore throats are almost a guarantee because of how much he talks, and he hates whenever he gets them 

There have definitely been times where he’s worked his voice so raw to the point where he just physically can’t speak, and it’s torturous for him. How can he jest in a timely manner if he has to write down his jokes?!

Him being cared for is absolutely torturous for him, too

He’s used to being the one doing all the caring, and having it the other way around really throws him for a loop

Lowkey feels like he doesn’t deserve the care, honestly

He gets oddly shy asking for stuff, even if the person he asked was the one who offered in the first place, especially if it’s someone other than his Listener 

He just feels like he’s on thin ice with most, if not all of the family for how he’s acted in the past, and being in such a vulnerable state where he kinda HAS to ask makes him really uncomfortable

He swears, though, if he has to drink another one of Babette’s disgusting potions that’ll supposedly make him feel better, he will scream 

Just tiny ol Cicero all bundled up in a cocoon of blankets, holdin a bowl of soup

He tends to eat very little when he’s sick

He’s very antsy about getting back to work and usually insists he’s fine and can get back to what he’s doing, but if he’s severely ill and he knows? He generally won’t push it. But he has to be like… actually bedridden for him to get to that point.

If you thought he was cold before… buddy, buddy ol pal,,, this bitch freezin

it is the one thing he will complain about consistently when he’s sick

you could probably throw him in the fire place and he would still be cold 

Both loves and hates taking baths when he’s sick - loves it because guaranteed quality warm and temporarily unstuffed nose. Hates it because he knows he’s eventually going to have to get out at some point, and it’s gonna be Cold. Very Fucking Cold. 

Definitely doesn’t sleep well at all when he’s sick 

Like even shittier than he already does, unless he gets something from Babette to put him to sleep 

just a very restless boi 

Cicero Headcanons

Yup. It’s time for dirty gremlin jester boi headcanons. Prepare thine bootyholes.

+ Very small lad. 5’ at most, and only 80 pounds when he first gets to Skyrim. He does gain a bit of weight as time goes on and he’s got access to food on a regular basis, but even then, he’s 100 pounds soaking wet. Very small boi.

+ Mid to late thirties, early forties at most. He’s been involved with the Brotherhood most all of his life. Was in the Bruma sanctuary first, and spent most of his twenties there until he was transferred to Cheydinhal. Spent the rest of his twenties and most of his thirties in Cheydinhal, then headed out to Skyrim. Only stayed in the Dawnstar Sanctuary for a couple of months before finally heading to Falkreath.

+ He does like his sweetrolls and carrots in particular, but more as a snack than a staple. He’s actually quite fond of a lot of food, and despite his tiny size, he can and will eat quite a bit! He didn’t have access to much of anything fresh during his time in Cheydinhal, and once he did, he garnered a new appreciation for his fruits and veggies. Hates mushrooms, though. Absolutely despises them if they’re cooked.

+ Is bi/pan, and demisexual. Before he came to Cheydinhal, he kind of took people for granted, in a sense. After contracts he would sometimes spend a bit of his money on some... rewards, shall we say. After everything that happens to him afterwards, however, he is FAR more grateful for good, genuine company. The lad needs a friend, and/or smooches. NSFW happenings aren’t completely off the table, but it takes a LOT of trust and reassurance on his end for him to want to get intimate with someone again. And I mean a lot.

+ He has a lot of tricks up his sleeves. Literally. His outfit is decked out with all sorts of secrets to give him an edge in a fight if he absolutely needs it. Steel toes at the ends of his boots, mini knife compartments also in boots and pretty much everywhere else on his person, knuckles in his gloves, and lots and lots of pockets.

+ Very early riser. When it’s the designated day of the week for oiling mother, he wakes up as early as five in the morning. It’s a very time consuming process, and he likes to get it out of the way as soon as he can so he has time to do other things. Otherwise, he may sleep in till seven at the latest. That being said, if he is sharing his bed with someone, he’s incredibly careful to not wake them, and once he’s done and all cleaned up, he comes back to wake them for the day.

+ Before getting a bit more settled in Skyrim (kind of Falkreath, but more Dawnstar, should he be spared during the Cure for Madness), he had issues with not taking care of himself properly due to issues with disassociation caused by his time in Cheydinhal. Didn’t bathe regularly, didn’t eat regularly. It isn’t until he’s among the company of his family (and was likely fed up with getting shit talked, if I’m going to be honest) that he makes a bit more of an effort to care for himself. Having someone as kind and caring as the listener certainly helps, however.

+ He had some pretty greasy ass hair before he started bathing properly again (the hair we see him with in-game). Once it’s all nice and clean and brushed out, though? Floof. Big ol floofy mane of copper hair.

+ He’s very, very well read on the history of the Dark Brotherhood. Quite the fan of Lucien Lachance, funnily enough. (I’ll get into some headcanons about these two nerds in the future if anyone is interested).

+ Him switching to third person is a very telling sign if he’s having anxiety issues or is otherwise upset. People with mental problems similar to him often switch to third person as a way to comfort themselves. It allows them to disassociate a bit, to make it feel like whatever is happening to them isn’t actually happening to them.

+ That being said, Cicero’s madness is likely comprised of survivor’s guilt (kind of a given), PTSD, and potential issues with bipolar and/or multiple personality disorder. He can certainly be helped, and his past isolation is largely to blame and can assumably be combated against, but it will always leave a mark on his psyche.

+ His laughter can be used as a nervous tic. Not all the time, but sometimes.

+ Speaking of tics and stims, this lad. This boy right here. He jiggle he leggy. He taps his fingers on the table, or his thighs, or wherever his hands may be. Has a habit of feeling at his face whenever he’s thinking, and sometimes picks at it if he’s feeling really anxious. He can’t keep still to save his soul.

+ Has an odd but fitting habit of keeping everything very neat and tidy. During his time in Cheydinhal, he didn’t really have anything else to do when he wasn’t tending to mother, so he spent a lot of his time making everything spic and span, despite him being the only person living there. The place was found almost unnaturally clean when he left. And just like that, in Falkreath (and especially Dawnstar, as he prides that place as HIS sanctuary), he keeps everything very nice and clean to keep himself busy when he isn’t tending to mother.

+ Actually a way better singer than he lets on. A lot of the time, when he “sings”, he’s just screwing around, but when he actually tries? Surprisingly good.

+ When he and the Listener are traveling together, he likes doing a lot of riddles and stuff to keep both himself and his dear listener entertained. Makes I Spy With My Little Eye actually fun.

+ Speaking of him and his relations with the Listener... this lad? This tiny boio right here? Absolutely provides contract advice, as well as leadership advice should they need it (and chances are, they will). When he first brings up such things, he’s uncertain. A bit anxious, worried they may take offense to him providing such a thing despite his experience. But with enough encouragement, he breaks out of his shell and provides his thoughts much more regularly. This lad craves validation, especially when it comes to things like this. He’s very... creative.

+ Very, very appreciative of the outdoors when he comes to Skyrim. He gets cold hella easy, sure, and he hates being cold, but to see the sun again? To see the light glimmering off a lake or river? To see grass and tree branches bending in a gentle breeze? To feel rain on his face, and see lightning flash across the sky and thunder rumbling after it? To see the aurora borealis Skyrim’s night sky so readily offers? He would trade anything in the world to see it again.

+ Fascinated by all things shouts and dragons. He’s like the only person I know who actually comments positively on the Dragonborn shouting.

“For someone known as the Listener, you do an awful lot of shouting!”

“Oh! Hahaha! What a fun trick! Teach me, teach me!”

He never new dragons had actually existed until Skyrim, and while he is respectful of their power and rather wary of them, he still finds them immensely fascinating.

+ That being said, the whole notion of dragons coming back to life, along with the civil war breaking out among Skyrim’s people, really does set him on edge. He’s seen and known enough war, and prospect of even MAYBE having to deal with more stresses him out.

+ He needs to have some form of background noise when he sleeps. Otherwise it gets far too quiet, and it makes him very anxious.

+ As I had stated in a previous artwork post of mine, if he’s in the sanctuary and the listener is away, he spends a lot of his time in the torture chamber if he’s got nothing else to do. While he’s no longer able to fulfill his own contracts, it doesn’t mean he’s entirely forbidden to kill. Besides, he’s got lots of time and subjects, willing or not, to test out all sorts of wonderful, twisted little ideas on. More than likely excitedly shows the Listener what he’s been up to while they were gone.

+ Very heavy drinker. Has had to cope with a ton of shit, and while he knows, deep down, it’s not the right way to deal with things... no one really wanted to talk to him. Hear about his problems. He could rant to mother all he wanted, sure, but... it just wasn’t the same. That’s not to say mother doesn’t care; without a doubt, she does, but for him, not having any kind of response makes it all the more frustrating.

+ That being said, his go-to drink is usually wine. And he tends to get very moody on wine. Be careful. You might get an earful.

Aight folks, this is about all I have on general/main Cicero headcanons. If y’all want me to do more on specific things, like romance, NSFW happenings, or interactions between him and certain canon characters (or my own, if/when I get to introducing them properly here), y’all lemme know. I hope you enjoy! :D

dragonborn: entering the dawnstar sanctuary at 3 am

cicero: wide awake, standing beside the night mother’s coffin, turning around only to make direct eye contact with the listener

dragonborn: sighing does this clown ever fucking sleep

Sometimes, it’s difficult for Cicero to cope with being alone in the Sanctuary, on the rare occasion that all the other initiates are out on contracts. It brings him back to times when it was only him and the Night Mother, but even then, she never spoke to him so it was unbearable silence. So whenever he’s left alone, with just the Night Mother, he curls up at her feet and automatically starts to strain his ears, jumping violently at the slightest sounds; much like he did back in the Cheydinhal Sanctuary. It takes quite a while for the Listener to piece it together but when they do, they insist on bringing Cicero along whenever they know the Sanctuary is going to be momentarily abandoned, just to keep him out of that darker, maddening place.

im playing skyrim and a dragon was about to show up so you could hear it roaring in the distance and cicero goes "mother??? is that your voice i hear???" so now i know why cicero isn't the listener

I don't Cicero post very often anymore but it's so funny to imagine this twink ass Imperial jester outrunning a WEREWOLF from Falkreath to Dawnstar, and managing to incapacitate said WEREWOLF equally if not worse than the werewolf was able to inflict upon him, a twink ass Imperial jester.

Cicero: Ah, yes. Humor based on my pain

Cicero HC: the man can “turn off” the crazy, if in any situation you need him to be completely deadpan he will be, his voice drops like 5 octaves. Ofc he’s pretending and will probably slip up back into his sillyness if he has to do it for too long, but it’s terrifying how normal he can seem.

either i relate to him a little to much or enoch from mphfpc is autistic

one of my favorite things on the dsmp is how many more endermen there are now.

people used to kill endermen anytime they accidentally looked at one from hundreds of blocks away. theyd show off how quickly they could get one to attack and cheered whenever they got pearls

and then ranboo joined! all of a sudden, people were hesitating to kill endermen. all of a sudden, these tall creatures reminded them of their new, timid, black-and-white friend. they saw how ranboo flinched at the sound of an enderman’s dying screams. they noticed how he hated eye contact, just like his ancestors. they’d wonder if this thing they were about to kill was a friend or family member of the kid’s. so they left endermen alone, logging out to avoid their anger and trading with villagers for their pearls

now, the smp is covered with endermen. its not uncommon to be approached by one on the prime path, or given a grass block while building. the tundras are filled with the humanoids, all of them knowing that there was no danger where the halfling boy lived. edward was mourned when his time finally came. now the members of the dream smp see endermen less as monsters, and more as friends :)

There is in fact, not a designated "responsible friend" in the Bench Trio. The title is passed with the braincell like a game of hot potato from Tubbo to Ranboo depending on the situation, with it grazing Tommy every now and then

i want tapl on the dsmp, but instead of as a regular character, i want him as a god. but unlike dreamxd, i would like to see him taunting the other characters to go to the end (more specifically ranboo)

just imagine this 13ft tall deity with an enchanted netherite hoe, giving eyes of ender to the local enderman hybrid and saying “don't you want to see where you came from? don't you want to see where this world begins and ends? don't you want to find new ways to protect your family?”

Can I say, my favorite thing I've experienced in mcyt

My perception of tubbo from only watching Tommy: a nice quiet kid, who goes along with whatever his frineds want to do.

Actually starts watching Tubbo: this kid is an agent of chaos.

wilbur: how did you and phil first meet, anyways?

techno: oh, he was hitchhiking up from the hospital one night so i picked him up. he said thanks but how do you know i’m not a serial killer?

techno: so i said the chances of two serial killers being in the same car were astronomical.

Tubbo: hey big T, do you think I could fit in the washing machine?

Tommy: I dunno, let’s-

Ranboo: let’s, and I cannot stress this enough, NOT do that when we get home

Tommy: Ranboo, this is my brother.

Tommy: Wil, this is my Ranboo. Wait-

Ranboo: Hi, I'm his Ranboo! :D

asks and submissions are appreciated!

Ranboo yelling at Quackity: "I will fight you!"

Tubbo glaring at Quackity from behind Ranboo: *mouthing "Try it and I will kill you*

Techno: Ranboo.

Ranboo: Yeah?

Techno, gesturing at his chest: Explain.. that.

Ranboo, looking down at Tommy who's wrapped around him like a koala: Oh! He just does this sometimes.

Phil: . . . What mate?

Ranboo, smiling: Yeah! I think he may be asleep though, so could you guys try to be quiet?

Phil, whispering: What the fuck.

tubbo: nice rock.

ranboo: tommy gave it to me.

tommy: i threw it at you.

ranboo: he’s very sweet.

tommy : what happened to bros before hoes

tubbo : but it’s ranboo ~

tommy : …fair enough, have a nice day

ranboo : d-did you just

ranboo : did you just call me a h o e

/rp

ranboo, arriving in the UK: hi

tubbo, realizing that this man is a foot taller than himself: what the fuck did they feed you??

"Stop saying adult words around me, Wilbur."

~Ranboo

Philza, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!

Ranboo: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being homophobic.

/j

And now your weekly compilation of weird ass dream smp quotes (7):

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Tommy: I love boobs

Wilbur: Fuck Tommy you said love!!!!

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Tommy: oh I was trying to avoid the 'E' in craft

Wilbur: There is no 'E' in craft!

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[As Tubbo, Tommy, Niki and Jack scream behind him]

George: ITS NOT LORE!

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[Ranboo joined the game]

Ghostbur: fuck off

Ranboo: K

[Ranboo left the game]

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Tommy: what is a violent salamander?

Tommy: its got a gamer tag

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Bonus:

Tommy on camera: DRUGS, SEX, WOMANNNNNNNNNNNN!!!

Tommy off camera: Why hello sir, it is nice to meet you. I'll have your daughter home by 8 :)

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“Tommyinnit: If you had to choose between Tubbo and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose? Ranboo: That depends, how much money are we taking about? Tubbo: Ranboo! Tommyinnit: 63 cents. Ranboo: I’ll take the money. Tubbo: RANBOO!!!”

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