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Omfg

Baaaaaaabes

this video has been all that i think about for days now

who’s a good girl

omfg the tears

a menagerie of oc questions:

What kind of magic would they have? If they already have magic, would they prefer another kind?

What’s their laugh like?

What’s their smile like? What makes them smile?

Are they afraid of bugs?

Are they outdoorsy?

What kind of chocolates do they avoid in a box of Russell Stovers?

What’s their least favorite kind of weather?

What Studio Ghibli movie are they?

What Disney song are they?

Do they have any scars or piercings?

Are they competitive?

What is their astrological sign?

What is their Hogwarts house?

Do they like spicy food? Do they like sweets?

Do they associate a certain food with a memory?

Likewise, do they associate a certain smell with a memory?

Are they a heavy sleeper?

What’s their sleep schedule like?

What’s their color palette?

Do they like other people playing with/touching their hair?

Would they swim with sharks?

Do they like the smell of gasoline?

What do they like more, sunrise or sunset?

Rooftop stargazing or meadow cloud watching?

Do they like being out in the rain?

How do they flirt?

What is their relationship like with their parents? Do they have any?

How do they feel about physical affection?

What is their love language?

What’s the quickest way to their heart?

Do they have any precious mementos or keepsakes? What are they?

Are they religious?

How healthy is their diet?

Where would they be at a frat party?

What kind of drunk are they?

Have they had a first kiss? What was it like?

Are they down to get pegged?

Can they fight?

Would they hide injuries?

What’s an experience they gloss over that is a matter of concern?

What were they like as a child?

What vine represents them?

Can they rip an apple apart with their bare hands?

Morning person or night owl?

Is there any one thing they would change about themselves?

What’s one thing that would shut them up?

Are they keeping secrets? What are they?

How would their friends tell them apart from a doppelganger?

Where do they fit on the lawful alignment chart?

What au do you put them in when their story gets a bit too dark?

Are they a pacer? What’s their body language like when agitated?

Are they a good babysitter? A bad one?

Are they prone to daydreaming?

What kind of dessert would they be?

Would they ever bingewatch a show? What is it?

How would they fare in the zombie apocalypse? 

What are their opinions on mushrooms?

Is their a quote/song lyric/line of poetry that best describes them? What is it?

sometimes I like to imagine gameplay differences between oblivion and skyrim as regional habits.

like, mages in cyrodiil are usually taught to cast spells with their wrist/elbow as the main channel of arcane energy, which means they can cast spells with a weapon in their hand. or a cyrod alchemist might become flabbergasted by a northerner's complete lack of "on-the-go" alchemy equipment, as being able to make tonics and elixirs on the field is common practice in the heartlands.

meanwhile, skyrim's practices are shaped less by standardized techniques and more by tradition, the preference of the teacher, and superstition. like, a nord mage may know how to cast without directing magic directly through their hand/fingers but when asked about it, they'll tell you to do so is disrespectful. likewise, it's most common to make potions in advance at a proper alchemy table.

and yeah if the two were to meet they might get into a very heated debate about it.

In June of 1972, a woman appeared in Cedar Senai hospital in nothing but a white, blood-covered gown. Now this, in itself, should not be too surprising as people often have accidents nearby and come to the nearest hospital for medical attention. But there were two things that caused people who saw her to vomit and flee in terror.

The first being that she wasn’t exactly human. she resembled something close to a mannequin, but had the dexterity and fluidity of a normal human being. Her face, was as flawless as a mannequins, devoid of eyebrows and smeared in make-up.

She had a kitten clenched in between her teeth, her jaws clamped so unnaturally tightly around it to the point where no teeth could be seen, the blood was still squirting out over her gown and onto the floor. She then pulled it out of her mouth, tossed it aside and collapsed.

From the moment she stepped through the entrance to when she was taken to a hospital room and cleaned up before being prepped for sedation, she was completely calm, expressionless and motionless. The doctors thought it best to restrain her until the authorities could arrive and she did not protest. They were unable to get any kind of response from her and most staff members felt too uncomfortable to look directly at her for more than a few seconds.

But the second the staff tried to sedate her, she fought back with extreme force. Two members of staff had to hold her down as her body rose up on the bed with that same, blank expression.

She turned her emotionless eyes towards the male doctor and did something unusual. She smiled.

As she did, the female doctor screamed and let go out of shock. In the womans mouth were not human teeth, but long, sharp spikes. Too long for her mouth to close fully without causing any damage…

The male doctor stared back at her for a moment before asking “What in the hell are you?”

She cracked her neck down to her shoulder to observe him, still smiling.

There was a long pause, the security had been alerted and could be heard coming down the hallway.

As he heard them, she darted forward, sinking her teeth into the front of his throat, ripping out his jugular & letting him fall to the floor, gasping for air as he choked on his own blood.

She stood up and leaned over him, her face coming dangerously close to his as the life faded from his eyes.

She leaned closer and whispered in his ear.

“I…am….God….”

The doctors eyes filled with fear as he watched her calmly walk away to greet the security men. His last ever sight would be watching her feast on them one by one.

The female doctor who survived the incident named her “The Expressionless”.

There was never a sighting of her again.

This little guy has places to be.