Man. To Woman. Woman. To Man.

Dobby Pussy Indulgence

Been reading obscure Cyrodiil lore on UESP

Did u know Cyrodiil is in the center of Tamriel?

learning the backstories of any of your female relatives always amounts to taking 500 points of psychological damage and wondering if the world is irredeemably evil

i was baptized by proxy (mom pregnant; said it's good enough to get into heaven by technicality) in a catholic church and have never been in one since as far as memory serves so i think of the entire catholic population of the earth i have the Lowest chance of being pope but i think they should pick me specifically because of that. outside perspectives yknow

forgive me my spotify link i dont speak chinese. things are sort of better today in a strange, not-really kind of way.

bitches be like i love reflection and reevaluation

5 minutes later: continues the cycle

REBLOG IF YOU WOULD DATE A TRANSGENDER.

genuinely wild how every time some abusive asshole pulls a DARVO on a woman he abused the general public is like “we’ll never know what really happened, they’re both toxic they were both bad to each other” so the only way a woman can be abused and say she was abused is if she sits in a saint like manner and calmly takes all of it without raising a hand or word in retaliation. like holy shit it’s every time

On the hundredth day after the new year the heralds come to the doors of the city, announcing the arrival of the Golden Caravan at the farthest stop of its route ; like every year, citizens and travellers will surely gather at the western door to see it come to pass.

Right behind the banners as customary are the sculptor priests, foremost of the stonemason orders, bringing in this year's votive masterwork for the festivities. The black and white steppe oxen precede the arrival of the head guild architect, charged with the safekeeping of the citizens' sacred geometry. The graduating apprentices and newly welcomed novices walk besides the draftsroom carriage, bearing the icons of the Citizen Architects Guild : ardor and patience. Out of the kilns of the imperial workshops come delicate masterwork sought after the world over ; the sister-ceramists are selected from various key regions of the trade system and bring their local styles to the imperial production. Those workshops are the northernmost stop on the caravan's route.

Behind the masons, the torchbearers announce the arrival of the metalworkers' guilds, chief of which the head goldsmith on a palanquin of her own design. The braseros and forges are continuously tended by guild kindlers as to remain lit throughout the entire voyage of the caravan. Second to last comes the host of the manticore, behind the braseros of the master kindlers. It is believed that the creature requires her caretakers to be pure of heart and most diligent ; the honour is bestowed only on the highest performing apprentices of the smithing guilds. On the last day finally, behind the last of the apprentices, the crones of the chain count the days left to craft, keeping misfortune at work away, and, some even say, Death itself.