“I will ask the Tribunal what we shall do with them, for they have had wisdom in the past that I had not. Stay here, loyal Dagoth-Ur, until I return. <…>
Nerevar asked his queen and generals to help him summon Azura yet again for her guidance. But the Tribunal had become as greedy as Kagrenac upon hearing of the power of the Heart and they coveted it. They made ritual as if to summon Azura as Nerevar wanted but Almalexia used poisoned candles and Sotha Sil used poisoned robes and Vivec used poisoned invocations. Nerevar was murdered.
And then the Tribunal went into Red Mountain and met with Dagoth-Ur. Dagoth-Ur saw what had been done, and he tried to avenge the death of Nerevar but to no avail. He was driven off and thought dead. The Tribunal found the tools he had been guarding and, through study of Kagrenac’s methods, turned themselves into gods.”
The Elder Scrolls (I era, Morrowind)
Almalexia (Dzeta), Sotha Sil (Commu and Enni), Vivec (Meha),
Nerevar Indoril (Isugi) and Voryn Dagoth (San’ka)
I was thinking about this the other day. What if John and Mary’s daughter turns out to be just like Sherlock? Can you imagine little Watson growing up and turning out to be a genius. John and Mary realize she’s smart and are proud of their daughter but don’t realize how different she is from all the other kids her age (but of course Sherlock does). Then as she gets older, her behavior becomes more and more like Sherlock’s (not hanging out with people, never dating anyone, always trying to do science in the kitchen). Then one day Sherlock turns up at John’s house and his daughter asks if Sherlock solved the murder. John asks how she knew there was a murder and she replies “I can tell by just looking at him. Isn’t it obvious?” She and Sherlock then proceed to take turns describing everything that Daddy Watson did that day including what street he took to get home from work. Meanwhile John is impressed and nervous at the same time, because how is he going to break the news to Mary that they’re raising Sherlock all over again?
(!kid) -tries to drag him christmas caroling with her at peoples doorsteps-
Absolutely detests the thought of singing for random strangers thus only settles for watching over her while she does the singing part. — Fact was, she was a girl. And a clueless, weak crybaby at that. Ace had actually fancied himself a bodyguard of sorts because without him there, he was quite certain the girl would happily enter a murder’s house and ask of their whole life story. Hopeless, wasn’t she? So it was only right as a man to make sure she wouldn’t get kidnapped by weirdos or anything.
Author’s Note: I will most likely make a part two, you can
also request something if you’d like. And to the anon that requested something
on Monday I’m working on it! Don’t worry :)
It was 6 in the afternoon as you paced around the kitchen
excited making sure everything was prepared right while waiting for you
boyfriend Bucky to come to dinner and meet your parents for the first time.
“Look at her” Your mom whispered while carrying the plates
to the table to your dad helping her set the table “she’s been so joyful all
day waiting for him to arrive, this has been the happiest we have seen her in a
“A murderer into our house?” He asked not pleased at all
with your choice “Why she couldn’t keep on dating Samuel? At least he was nice,
and a police officer” He sighted ignoring completely what your mother just
“(Y/F/N) please, not tonight” Your mom begged finishing
setting in the plates.
“Not tonight? Then when? When he hurts her? I’m just voicing
my opinion” He responded raising his hands pretending to be innocent.
“He will be here soon” You announced walking in the dining
room interrupting your parents’ conversation which you were unaware off. Fixing
your dress feeling you felt nervous, your father hardly ever approved of any of
the guys you dated, the only one making up to your father expectations was
Samuel, and little did your father knew he wasn’t at all very nice behind
“I’ll be outside for a smoke” Your father grumbled walking
out of the house
“Don’t worry honey” Your mom smiled trying not to burden you
with your father’s behavior.
*** *** ***
As your dad was half way done with his cigarette he saw
Bucky nervously walking down the sidewalk trying to make sure his hair was well
pulled back one more time carrying the bouquet of flowers in the other hand.
Bucky took the piece of paper from his pocket in his hand examining it to prove
he had walked to the right address, stopping his walk when he saw your father
on the porch.
“Excuse me sir, is this the house of the (Y/L/N)?” Bucky
voice was shaky, he’s nervousness showing evidently.
“Yes, yes it is” Your father responded nodding his head and
stepped off the porch walking towards Bucky who approached towards the house
with a smile extending his hand. Your father looked at his hand but chose to
ignore it throwing his cigarette on the floor stepping on it crossing his arms,
the smile on Bucky’s face slowly fading. “What are your intentions with my
daughter?” Your father asked eyeing him up and down with evident repugnance
towards the ex-soldier.
Bucky gulped the knot in his throat trying to speak up “Sir
“How many people have you killed?” Your dad asked shrugging
a shoulder trying to act as if this was a normal question. “Have you ever
killed someone and used the excuse of being the Winter Soldier? How do I know
you won’t wake up one night with your brain flipped over and kill my daughter?
What assures me you won’t hurt her?”
“Sir I would never do anything to-“
“Great” Your father interrupted him again “So why don’t you
just leave? Don’t call her, don’t ever get near her, I don’t care if you say
you have changed I don’t want a murderer near my little girl, you understand?”
Bucky slowly nodded blinking away the tears in his eyes as
he turned around walking away from the house throwing the flowers on the garbage
bin nearby as he left, getting out of your father’s sight as he took a right
turn in the corner.
“Hey dad haven’t you seen him? He must have been here by
now” You questioned looking down the street holding into your father’s arm.
“No sweetheart, probably he couldn’t make it, come on let’s
head inside its getting cold out here” He smiled kissing your forehead.
“Yea you go ahead I’ll wait for a little while” You replied
as he nodded and stepping inside, after a couple of minutes of more waiting you
decided to get inside as well, but not before noticing the flowers on the garbage