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So, I have been working hard for the moneys and haven't had much free time to myself to do anything other than come down with a  truly horrific cold and play Skyrim. I've been amusing myself by writing up some drabbles from my main playthrough: Skuld Wrymsdottir met up with Erik the Slayer (who is nice but a bit stupid) and Barbas, who is a talking dog. Together the three of them roam around Skyrim having hijinks. Right now they're solving a grisly murder although it's more Inspector Clouseau than, say, The Killing.

(Let me gush for a moment about The Killing (the second series of the Danish crime drama, not the inferior shouty American remake)- I LOVE THE KILLING. It is SO GOOD. I especially love how Sarah Lund, the main character, is a female lead who is allowed to look tired all the time and walks away in the middle of conversations that don't interest her. She is amazing. I love her).

Anyway, here are the aforementioned drabbles, reposted from my tumblr. In The Hangover, Skuld regrets interrupting a murder investigation for a drinking contest, and in Seems Legit we see that she is a terrible judge of character.


( The Hangover )

( Seems Legit )

HELLO LIVEJOURNAL

I TURNED 23 TODAY!

TIME FOR A GIF PARTY!

( I saved gifs all year for this )

I got a professional (namely my brother) in to deal with my lich problem in Skyrim- he defeated it in a matter of minutes, all the while deriding my 'skills' and boggling at the quantity of crap I'd been hoarding in my inventory. Maybe one day I'll *need* that potion of weak minor frenzy, brother! And then you'll be sorry! I am tremendously grateful to him for helping me out, though, and the lich dropped a sweet Doctor Doom mask that looks hilarious when worn with my character's usual outfit of leather armour and a big axe.

Anyway, this means that Skuld Wyrmsdottir is now the Arch-Mage and I've spent a few of my in-game hours clearing the room she was given of everything sellable and wasting that money on a really slow horse. Now I'm pursuing the main questline (hoping to get some better dragon shouts- 'calm animal' is for sissies) as well as doing some work for the Bard's College. I hope I can make my character sing at some point! That would be sweet.

Is anybody else getting the mammoth-humping glitch in their game? Whenever I see mammoths there's always one perched halfway up the backside of another. In the half-dawn of a Nordic winter I find it a quietly majestic sight.

I apologize for the current deluge of Skyrim! Soon I will be working and I will have to leave the land of the Nords behind for a while, so please bear with me until then :p

I AM SO COOL, YOU GUYS.

SO COOL.

Title: Mother Tongue
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Anders' relationship to language is about as complicated as his relationship to everything else. Dedicated to zeitheist, who gave me the initial idea and encouraged the thinky thoughts.

(also an experiment to see if I could write a fic about two languages without having to conclusively state what they speak in the Anderfels)

I have been wanting to do this for a long time! Okay, so as it is Halloween and all things spoooooky are in order, I thought I'd share some original fiction I wrote about three years ago. I like writing horror a lot, and when I write outside of fandom it's my comfort zone, so to speak. I love to do with words what artists like Emily Carroll manage in pictures. Sometimes I even manage it within fandom, although that's rare! re-reading it, I still think this short story is pretty good. I don't think I've ever really matched this again, so it's nice to put it out here and share it with all of you.

The poem is 'Saturday Market' by Charlotte Mew. I have omitted the second stanza for brevity.

Bury your heart in some deep green hollow

Or hide it up in a kind old tree;

Better still, give it the swallow

When she goes over the sea.

 

( They call it Abbott's Water )

I am not getting a cold 2 days before the MCM Expo. I WILL NOT ALLOW IT.

I have lately been enjoying Phineas and Ferb (it's totaly rionaleonhart's fault) but due to the kind of show it is- i.e utterly insane- my mind is brimming with questions. So many questions! So many, in fact, that I've decided to set them out here for future reference, as it is from questions like these that fic is made and it's nice to have a list. (I do this internally for all my fandoms: see also- who taught Merlin to read? What religion did they have on Gallifrey, if any? Why doesn't Rarity see her parents very often but regularly has her little sister visit? Does Anders speak Anderfels-ian? Phineas and Ferb just seems to generate more than average)

Two sections here because the questions tend to cluster.

PHINEAS AND FERB

• How did they get a pet platypus and what on earth do they feed him?
• Where did Perry find a tiny fedora and how does it stay on his head?
• Why doesn't he ever use his poisonous spurs?
• How come Ferb still has his accent?
• Does it have something to do with him not talking much?
• What on earth do the two of them get out of ordinary school?
• Where do they get the money for their projects?
• In Rollercoaster: the Musical Phineas seems to imply that he has all the right permits so do they get planning permission for all their projects?
• Who the hell gives two children planning permission to build giant mazes and rollercoasters across town?

DOOFENSHMIRTZ

• Is English his first language?
• What language do they even speak in Gimmelstump, I mean what kind of Eastern European country has ocelots and kickball and still wears lederhosen (actually I have a theory about it being a province of Latveria, Dr. Victor von Doom's country, that might explain this)
• How did Doofenshmirtz learn to read and write from ocelots?
• Or get any kind of education really?
• Or subsequently get into university in order to be educated to PHD level?
• I assume his doctorate is in engineering?
• ALSO how did he get the money to leave Gimmelstump in the first place, did he win a scholarship? I find this unlikely given how spectacularly unlucky he is.
• Also the aforementioned ocelot thing.
• Also he's incredibly well adjusted considering his childhood. Good going Doof.
• Do the Danville police have an arrangement with Major Monogram re: the scientist who commits what are (admittedly half-arsed) acts of terrorism against THE ENTIRE TRI-STATE AREA or do they just not care considering how ineffective he is?

Today sucked. I think I just blew both jobs (can't really do either). Have some fic.

Title: On the Shoulders of Giants
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Wild mass guessing for The Legend of Korra and blatant character favouritism
Rating: G
Summary: Uncle is a crazy old man. Everyone knows this, so what can Korra learn from him?

( Fight smarter )

I totally forgot to post about the Doctor Who finale! Which should probably tell you my thoughts on it, I guess. In other words, I was underwhelmed. The fix was completely cheap, I didn't really understand why the Doctor had to marry River, and everything happened way too fast. At least everybody lived, I guess? Merlin was much more satisfying!

Real world wise, I've been applying to jobs left, right and centre and should hear back from 2 interviews I did tomorrow. One of them is something I really want: a job at a gift shop in an historic house. It's only part time and quite difficult to get to, but the people seem really friendly and it's in exactly the sector I want to work in (heritage). Unfortunately my parents don't seem to be so keen: they're more excited about the fact I got offered a 3 month internship in a digital recruitment company writing copy and doing digital things for them. I don't know. Maybe I'm being unambitious but it doesn't appeal to me that strongly at all. And of course I have the interview for this internship on Monday! It seems like a lot of things are happening really quickly and I'm not sure what to do.

Aaaanyway apart from that I've also been enjoying this Pony game. Warning: super addictive!