head-stones

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Rules: answer the questions and tag 20 blogs to get to know them better

Nickname: Schaap, Donderwolkje (angry cloud thing)

Gender: Probably male

Star sign: It’s me. I am the star. Also saggitarius.

Height: 177 cm

Time: 10:00 pm

Birthday: November the 23th

Favorite bands: Uuhghh Pink Floyd, Wintersun, Guns N’ Roses, Fleetwood Mac, First Aid Kit, Sabaton, X Japan, many many many many many

Favorite solo artists: Caaaan’t think of any at the moment

Song stuck in my head: Rolling Stones - Play with fire

Last movie I watched: Avengers age of ultron

Last show I watched: Supernatural

When did I create my blog: Somewhere around 2011

What do I post: Well, pretty much everything. Nature, cats, music stuff, tattoos, naked bodies, art, generic quotes, funny stuff, some interesting history

Last thing I googled: Game of thrones season 3 torrent ;$

Do you have any other blogs: No, just this one ! We don’t organise, we cram everything into 1 blog like men !!

Do you get asks: Not that much actually :o *hint hint*

Why did you choose your url: It was part of a videogame soundtrack. Also there’s a thin line between pride and downfall and I was an edgy kid back then.

Following blogs: 394

Followers: 845

Favorite colors: Black, red, autumn colours

Average hours of sleep: 5 - 6 hours

Lucky number: 7 and 13

Instruments: A bit of piano

What am I wearing: An old ripped jeans and an Immortal shirt

How many blankets do I sleep with: One

Dream job: I would not care as long as it would make me happy. Although, I’m thinking of moving to Sweden someday and getting 500 sheep

Dream trip: Austria, Romania, Ireland, Pompeii, any place with gorgeous old buildings and magnificent castles

Favorite food: Sushi

Nationality: Dutch

Favorite song now: Postcard by First Aid Kit

I will tag @remembering1690 @lastbreathbeforethefade and @magicmusicdreams also @elizabethaddict ^^

My reason of how I cannot draw Mark fuckin’ Fischbach’s facial Region.

I cannot draw guys for shit, no matter how damn hard I fuckin’ try. This guy’s got the face of what many would depict as a greek god, or like a roman statue. He’s got a very defined facehole, with a jaw that could cut the string of life like in Hercules. He has a chiseled jaw that could decapitate a stone statue’s head, and it’s just… 

SO FUCKING HARD

@markiplier HOW DO YOU LIVE WITH A FACE THAT WAS CHISELED BY THE LORDS OF THE COSMOS

HOW DOES YOUR FACEHOLE DEFINE JUSTICE

HOW IS IT SO… DEFINED

WHAT IS YOUR FECKIN’ SECRETS

I NEED TO KNOW

FOR 18 YEARS, I’VE BEEN SHEDDING BLOOD, SWEAT, SOUL FLAKES, AND TEARS TO MAKE MY ART NOT JUST DETAILED TO THE T, BUT TO MAKE IT ABSOLUTELY PERFECT

YOUR FACEHOLE FRUSTRATES ME, MARK

THE ONLY THING KEEPING ME TO YOUR CHANNEL IS DICK JOKES AND MEMES

THIS IS HOW FAR I COME

TO BE BESTED YET PLEASED BY A MAN OF DIFFICULT FACIAL REGION GEOGRAPHY AND FEATURES

I’M GOING BACK TO DRAWING HOOTTUBES SHITTING STARS NOW

My dearest Historia,

Reiner is standing to my side. He is catching glimpses as I write this letter of my love for you. What a creep, he is never getting a girlfriend. But he did promise me that he would deliver this letter to you. He says he wants to repay me for saving them that day.

I’m sorry for what happened then. I never imagined I would choose them over you. I’ll be dead not long after these words. But I don’t regret anything.

I didn’t have a name. I didn’t know who my parents were, or where they were from. My earliest memory is of being one beggar among many. But one day, a man showed up and gave me a name.

Ever since then, people called me Ymir.

You may not think it’s much of an unusual name, but all I had to do was take it, and then I was given a fine bed and fed meals. That wasn’t all. Those adults who, until then, acted like I was invisible all got on their knees and revered me. As for the man who named me, he began ti dress more and more extravagantly, and as he did, he grew happier.

I felt good, too. All I had to do to make everyone delighted and happy was play the role that I had been given. That’s what I believed. And that’s why I kept playing the part of Ymir.

People had started to call me devil before I knew it; but I still kept playing the part of Ymir.

The man who had given me a name claimed that I had “tricked him.”

Still, I kept playing the part of Ymir.

I thought if that’s what would save them, it would be fine. But…

There are some people in this world who have rocks thrown at them for nothing more than existing. As their symbol, I was stoned from head to toe.

It seems that in this world, it doesn’t mean anything in particular that a simple chunk of flesh can scream and flail.

No.

It doesn’t mean a thing.

That’s why I think the world is so incredible.

I opened my eyes again, and spread before me was freedom.

From there, I began to walk and I lived the way I wanted. I have no regrets.

Or so I’d like to say. But to be honest, I do have one.

You and I still aren’t married.

–Ymir

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Adder Stones (sometimes also called hag stones, witch stones, serpent’s eggs, snake’s eggs, Glain Neidr, Milpreve, adderstanes, Gloine nan Druid, aggry, or aggri) are stones, usually smooth or glassy, with a naturally occurring hole bored straight through it, typically from water erosion or natural damage.

That said, there are no shortage of stories claiming these stones have a more unnatural origin. One claims that they are formed from the hardened saliva of a great number of serpents, massed together, and the holes are from their tongues. Another claims the stones are actually the heads of snakes.

Adder stones feature prominently in Welsh mythology and Druidic culture. They were believed to have magical powers and thought to protect people from a gamut of problems, ranging from eye diseases, evil charms, nightmares, whooping cough, and snake bites. It was also believed that if you looked through the hole in an adder stone, you could see through the disguise of a fairy or witch.

Robb x Targaryen!Reader...

((I hope you all like! Might have gotten a little wordy! ALSO, anon, sorry I couldn’t find a way to add smut!))

Word Count: 2,218

Warning: None

He sat at the long table between his siblings and his mother. All six were true Starks, watching you with cold gazes that gave nothing away.

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The device painted on the shield was one Sansa did not know; a grey stone head with fiery eyes, upon a light green field. “My grandfather’s shield,” Petyr explained when he saw her gazing at it. “His own father was born in Braavos and came to the Vale as a sellsword in the hire of Lord Corbray, so my grandfather took the head of the Titan as his sigil when he was knighted.”

“It’s very fierce,” said Sansa.

“Rather too fierce, for an amiable fellow like me,” said Petyr. “I much prefer my mockingbird.”

Okay, but imagine if...

Cedric Diggory hadn’t died.

Imagine, just for a moment, that when they take the portkey, instead of an Avada Kedavra, it’s a Stupefy that hits him. Or that the AK misses him by an inch, hits a grave instead, knocks him out for a second.

Imagine that everybody forgets about the Hufflepuff boy out cold on the floor, because they are so intent on resurrecting Voldemort. Peter forgets as he ties Harry to that statue. Voldemort forgets as he is dumped into a cauldron full of flesh and bone and blood. And every death eater that comes sooner or later, well, no one tells them about the boy either - there are more pressing concerns.

However, Harry doesn’t forget. Because Harry has been in that sort of situation since he was eleven. He’s used to looking out for others, by now. Hermione and the Troll, Ron on the chess game, Ginny in the Chamber, Sirius and Hagrid and even Buckbeak- Harry always looks out for everyone, and never forgets about anyone, even if they are not really his friends.

So while he stares in horror, while he’s powerless and sees his greatest foe come back to life, a tiny part of his mind is screaming at him to check on Cedric, to get them out of here. Both. Alive.

Now let’s say that the ceremony, and the Death Eater meeting after the resurrection takes time. Lots of it. Let’s say that Voldemort, being the drama queen he obviously is, takes his time, and enjoys every single second of attention he gets from his followers and that Potter brat.

Let’s say he takes enough time for Cedric to come back to consciousness.

He awakes, lying in the grass and dirt, surrounded by bits of stone, his head aching and confused. The cup is laying about, not too far from him, and he could take it to go back but- he’s a Hufflepuff. He’s loyal. He doesn’t forget either, and that’s why, even if he’s confused about why or how he’s here, he doesn’t take the cup and goes searching for Harry.

Now, the tournament is a vicious thing, isn’t it ? Who’s to say to poor confused Cedric that this is not one more, secret, task ?

So Cedric goes looking, wand in hand, ready to fight, because he’s a Hogwart champion - and really, a Graveyard ? That’s creepy. And because he’s on his guard, and he’s moving around silently, no one notices him creeping behind one of the graves. No one notices the Hufflepuff boy, his horrified expression, and his frantic gaze as he slowly understands that no, that wasn’t a task, and that wasn’t a dream either.

Maybe not even Harry, or maybe he does, but that’s not the important thing.

The important thing is that being in Hufflepuff doesn’t make you stupid at all. The important thing is that Cedric is a champion, and smart, and a quick thinker and a hard worker.

The important thing is that Cedric thinks fast, and casts an ‘Accio’ on the cup as he runs towards Harry while he duels Voldemort.

He breaks through the crowd of amazed and struck Death Eaters, catches Harry’s arm with one hand, and with Seeker reflexes, catches the cup with the other.

Cedric lives, and both Harry and him go back to Hogwarts, terrified, bloody, and flinching away from the sudden noise coming from the public. They both live, and thus no one notices that something is amiss immediately, no one sees their wild glances around - as if someone was still out to kill them. The public cheers, and sings the victory of both Hogwart’s champions, and they are suddenly hugged by their families - the Diggorys and Weasleys.

No one notices, and that’s why when the noise dies down, and someone casts a sonorus on them to ask them how they feel about that victory, everyone hears them say, in a still disbelieving and trembling voice.

“He’s back.”

Obviously, everyone is confused, but they start talking, a bit over each other really, but they are in shock - and they say he’s back, Voldemort’s back, and he took my blood, and we were in a graveyard, and I was knocked out, missed most of the ritual, but it was him, yeah, and there were Death Eaters, in a circle, torturing Harry, horrible, had to get away, he’s back, he’s back.

And that’s when the people notice their faces, the blood, Harry twitching fingers - cruciatus - and their wands still clenched in their fingers, as if ready to attack anyone on sight.

This time, though, Harry doesn’t get ushered away by fake-Moody - because Cedric still has a hand gripping his arm, and wont let go for the world. He tells Dumbledore, and their families, though, when the Headmaster asks them to talk “More calmly and clearly, please, young men” at the Infirmary. Barty Crouch Jr is still apprehended, and the real Moody discovered, and it puts their incredible tale in a new, horrific and real, light.

Imagine if Cedric Diggory lived.

Two witnesses of His return. One is Harry Potter, Hero and Saviour of the Wizarding world. The second is beloved Hufflepuff Prefect Cedric Diggory, Hogwarts Champion. Even if people didn’t believe the first, they would believe the second, and vice versa.

Obviously, the ministry doesn’t take it well, but Amos Diggory and the Weasleys, and Dumbledore make a move together. Susan Bones helps her fellow Hufflepuff by contacting her aunt. Together, they get memory evidence - and they even agree on submitting to truth serum.

Because if Harry alone couldn’t do it - or had no idea he could - Cedric is there, and his father works at the Ministry, and he’s a seventh year. He knows more, and he has people ready to help him - and if he asks them, to help Harry Potter.

Sure, the ministry would try to get all this under the rug, but they couldn’t. Because Weasleys, and Diggorys, and Dumbledore, and Bones, and even Longbottom and soon every name that has a contact in Hogwarts - except some of the Death Eaters - are pushing for the truth to get out, and with a bit of blackmail, Rita helps - and this time, the Daily Prophet can’t repress all of them.

Imagine if Cedric Diggory lived, and how the war would have turned.

Imagine just.

Stick With Me, Kid *Negan Series*

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Summary: Negan finds a little girl, no more than ten, amongst a car wreckage, after finding out she’s alone in the world. He takes her as his own, raising her through the apocalypse. If there’s one thing that his greatest pride but also his biggest weakness, it’s his daughter, Y/N!
Ratings/ warnings: Teen, mentions of blood and violence. I feel like, Negan as a dad is a warning.
Writers Notes: This doesn’t really have a set plot, it will follow alongside season 6 & 7, I’m unsure if I’ll make it so Carl and reader have a thing. But… I got big feels seeing Negan and Judith.

Notes: I had this idea last year, I wrote a few parts and then forgot about it. Now here I am, uploading it because I miss writing Negan! - Rosalee

Chapter Two


Chapter One: Everybody Dies {Reader 10yrs old}


You weren’t really sure what was happening. One moment you were in your home playing with your dolls, the next your mother is picking you up and buckling you in the car seat. This had happened before, her frantic behaviour, it scared you but you were used to how anxiousness she is now. She never let you outside anymore, even living in the new community of people, she never let you out of her sight.

You peeked out of the car window and caught glimpses of the people you knew running. You also saw people that you didn’t know, dirty and grimy, attacking your friends. You frowned and your curious young eyes trained on the events before you.

“Mum, what’s happening?” Your small voice calling out to the women who was speeding out of the gates, “mum? We have to go back and help!” You plead as she continues to ignore you.

You turn your head and look out of the back window, watching as the gates faded into the background and became no more as your turned a corner. Trees and forest edge being the only scenery.

“Mum what about dad?” You asked in a rush, “we can’t leave him? What about dad? Mum.”

Your eyes welling up as she turned her head looking at you, stone cold stare but fear in her blue eyes as she looked at you. “Y/N, be quiet okay? Dad… he… was bitten okay? You know I told you what happened to people who are bitten? Right?” She glanced back at the road before you as you nodded lightly. “We can’t go back! We’re never going back, it just you and-”

“-MUM!” You yelled and pointed to the road where a man staggered out of the forest edge.

You could only watch as your mum swerved the car to avoid hitting the man. The car skidding along the road and tipping over, barrel rolling and smacking into a tree, upside down. The impact caused you to hit your head and black out for a few minutes; unaware of the potential danger around you.

You blinked your eyes open, a light thumping happening in your head as your vision is blurry. The blood rushing to your head, fast, as you’re stuck upside down.

You hear a deep, gritted growling, sounding like a frustrated animal. You blink rapidly and see, what you assume, is the man from the road trying to crawl through the windshield. Up front he looked rotten, disgusting and a grey sort of colour. Bloodshot eyes, skin flaking from his hands that outstretched trying to grab you.

Your heart thumps in your chest, tears falling from your eyes and you begin to scream. Looking to the driver’s seat and your mum isn’t there, car door open but no sign of her; panic settles in as this… man gets closer.

Over your screams for your dad or mum, you don’t hear a van pull up or the steady feet of men get out. No, all you see is the crazy man get pulled away, black boots stand over him and one slams on his back. A single gunshot is fired making you flinch, whimpering into the silence as it goes straight through his head; stopping the man growls.

The same boots along with a few others walk around the car, you whimper as a pair stop beside your window. “Boss, I think there’s someone alive in the car?” A deep, gruff voice rings out.

“Well, pull them out and let me take a look at them! It’s not rocket-science, Simon.” A smooth, clear voice comes from behind the car.

You stare wide-eyed as a man’s face appears; black moustache and grey, wiry hair, deep confused brown eyes stare at you for a moment. He opens the door, the metal scraping against the floor and he leans in, you whimper and recoil away.

“I’m gonna undo the buckle, be ready for the drop,” he tells you before pressing the buckles button and that sends you falling to the roof.

It doesn’t hurt just a little sudden, you look finally able to see him the right way up and he just gestures for you to crawl out to him. With no other choice you shuffle out of the car, standing up and looking up at the tall man; he’s wearing a khaki coloured shirt, sleeves rolled up and some jeans. He places a hand on your shoulder, moving you around the car to the back where a handful of man are stood. Waiting.

“Just a little girl,” the man holding your shoulder calls out. “Look like whoever she was with is long gone.”

You nervously look at the men. All holding some type of weapon, looking mean and tough. You heard dad and mum talking about a group, mean, biker looking group that took from settlements like where you ran from.

“What’s your name little darlin’?” A voice called out, your (E/C) eyes drift nervously to the voice.

A man with slick, dark hair and a black, leather jacket called to you. He looks mean, in the sense he’s swinging a baseball bat that has barbed wire coiled around it. But he has a kind smile, encouraging almost.

“Go on, tell him your name,” the man holding your shoulder taps lightly and you look down at your feet. Scared and afraid, terrified would be accurate.

“She’s scared, give her a minute,” the same man with the bat calls back. “Skinny Joey, check the car over and Simon bring her over here.”

You feel the slight nudge to move forward, you look up as you walk towards the man, glancing at the few others who are looking over the car. You stop a little short of him, he hands his bat to Simon, you think that’s his name, and then kneel down in front of you. He smells of smoke, leather and a distinct dirt smell, it’s not bad but different.

“Aren’t you just the cutest thing I ever did see, I haven’t seen a child this cute since, shit, before this whole mess.” He’s grinning, “I apologise for my foul mouth, now sweetie what’s your name?”

You take a few seconds and he nods in encouragement, “My mum told me not to talk to strangers.”

He laughs loudly, “That’s a good rule, but your mum isn’t here.” You look down, “And I’m only trying to help, I’m Negan, these are my men. Now you know who we are,” he grins as you look at the others all watching.

“I’m… Y/N,” you say hesitantly.

“Wanna tell me what happened? Why you’re out here all alone?” He looks at the wreckage.

You follow his eyes before looking back at him. “My mum packed me into the car, where we lived was under… attack, I think. By those… things,” you nodded to the man who was trying to get through the windshield, “she was driving fast and swerved not to hit him,” he nods solemnly.

“And she left you?” He asked and you shrugged, “woke up from that tumble and she was gone?” It wasn’t a question but you nodded. He seemed to be in deep thought as you looked at him, he looks up at Simon who gives a small sigh, nodding in agreement to whatever silent conversation they were having. “So, you’ll be coming back with us, we’ve got a good set up someone will-”

You cut him off, “I should stay here, what if… my mum left to get help?”

“Listen, kid,” Negan starts off, “that maybe true or she left you or she left to get help and died, the bad out way the good in this world. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone,” he tilts his head.

You shake your head, “No! You don’t know for sure, she wouldn’t just leave me,” you turn and sit beside the wreckage of the car.

Negan shrugs, taking the bat from Simon and telling his men to get into the trucks and vans. He gives you one last look before driving the way you had driven, you watch as the vans turn in the opposite corner and drive off.

FEW HOURS LATER


Your dad told you stories how it gets worse at night. How to never stay outside at night, you wrapped your arms around your body and shivered from the cold. The sun was setting, getting to that time where the somewhat safeness of the day time faded. Your mum would have been back by now, if she left to get help, she wasn’t.

You felt neglected, why would she just leave you? What would possess her to just leave you. Alone with no one.

You stand up walking across the road, peeking into the forest, maybe she was stuck somewhere. Maybe she needed help! You step into the forest and begin walking, it was hard to see because of the darkness painting the sky slowly.

After a few minutes of walking you see her. Sat up against a tree, already looking just as rotten and disgusting as the man from earlier, plus people attacking where you lived. Her shirt was soaked in blood, you flinched away from the nightmare in front of you, she didn’t even look like your mum but it was her. You step back, twig snapping and your eyes darted to her.

She lazily lifted her head, making groaning sounds in the back of her throat; trying to stand up. Her noises attracted others, you could hear more faint groans, without thinking you turn and begin to run back. You squealed when one almost grabbed a hold of you, ducking and running back to the car, why? You didn’t know.

You clear the forest edge and breath heavily, yet, you smack into something. Or someone. You scream and thrash around to get out of their hold, only stopping when looking up, Negan?

“Just wanted to give you one last offer to come back with us,” he looked beyond you to the forest where you had obviously come from. “What were you doing in there?”

“Looking for my mum,” you muttered. “I found her!”

He nodded, “Well, I guess you don’t need us then, where is she?” Before he can stand up, you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, he tenses and looks at Simon who shrugs.

“No! Don’t leave me,” you cried; the realisation of being alone and having no one falling onto you. “Their all gone now.” You cried.

“Stick with me, kid.” Negan sighs, rubbing your back reassuringly. “I’ve got you,” he stands up and hands His baseball bat to Simon before walking to the truck.

(Let me know what you think. I’m still editing, hence why things are a little off and such. I’ll get to my laptop soon (published and formatted from phone) hopefully, the tagging works on my phone, otherwise I’m sorry! My first Negan series, with reader as a child, I’m nervous!-Ro)


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Most of the time, elemental stones only evolve Pokemon of the same typing, with the only exception thus far being the Eevee family. With this concept, I wanted to break away from that. The middle stage is struggling to keep out the cold and could sure appreciate to generate heat of its own, all it takes is a spark to get the process going (note the matches on its head). With the fire stone acting as that spark, the flames becomes part of itself, thus transforming it into a fiersome protector of the forest. Or maybe a wildfire passed by and it simply refused to fall to it, I need to finalise my dex entries one of these days. 

Names come from Fawn+Forest, Tinder+Deer, and Elk+Kindle.

Notable moves: Flare Blitz, Blaze Kick, Flame Charge, Wood Hammer, Horn Leech, Wild Charge, Double-Edge, Head Smash, Jump Kick, Earthquake, Burn Up, Will-O-Wisp, Morning Sun.

Énouement

Énouement
Ship: Captain!Jungkook | Soldier!Reader
Description: Mulan!AU | War is Hell, but it’s what you had to do to take your brother’s place. Of course, between the days of Hell are little slices of Heaven you’d call your Captain, Jeon Jungkook.
Warning: Dom!Kook, Character Death, Gore, Angst, Choking, Intercourse, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Punishment, Oral, Hair Pulling, Public Nudism 
Word Count: 19,554
A/N: This is the longest thing I ever fucking wrote but it was so worth it. Mulan is one of my favorite movies of all time, and there were some such iconic scenes that I found so great I had to include them here as well, because I love simply describing the most heart-leaping scenes in my own words.

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Nemira Bright
Class & level: Warlock lvl 3
Race: Tiefling
Background: Sage, researcher
Allignment: Chaotic neutral
Otherworldly patron: Hermaeus Mora (the great old one)
Arcane focus: A Black Book of Hermaeus Mora
Personal treasure: A well worn but well kept diary (belonged her dead friend Aisha)

Age: 23
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 122 lbs

Features
Pact of the Tomb (Oghma Infinium (Skyrim))
Hellish resistance
Infernal legacy
Awakened mind

Known languages: Common, infernal, primordial, draconic
Weapon profidencies: Simple

Saving throws: Wisdom, charisma
Skill proficiency: Arcana, history, investigation, nature

Weapons: Light crossbow, daggers (3), rapier

STR: 9 (-1)
DEX: 14 (+2)
CON: 13 (+1)
INT: 16 (+3)
WIS: 10 (0)
CHA: 17 (+3)

Hitpoints: 26
AC: 13
Hit dice: 3d8

Spellcasting ability: Charisma
Spell save DC: 13
Spell attack bonus: +5

Eldritch blast
Minor Thaumaturgy (Infernal legacy)
Light (pact of the tomb)
Spare the dying (pact of the tomb)
Mage hand (pact of the tomb)

Lvl 1 spells
Arms of Hadar
Comprehend languages

Lvl 2 spells (2 spell slots)
Crown of madness
Misty step
Hellish rebuke (infernal legacy)

Personality traits
There is nothing I like more then a good mystery.
I ask a lot of questions.

Ideals
Nothing should fetter the infinite possibility inherent in all existence.

Bonds
I’ve been searching my whole life for the answer to a certain question.

Flaws
Unlocking an ancient mystery is worth the price of a civilization.
I’m easily distracted by the promise of information.

Background:
Abandonned at birth, Nemira Bright was raised by scholars at one of the southern lands most
prestigious library’s.
From young age she was taught how to assist the sages in research and how to find and take in knowledge. Nemira loved to read and learn and therefor felt satisfied with staying at the library and learning and researching for her whole life.

At the age of 17 through an horrible accident happened, there was a earthquake that caused parts of the building to collapse and unfortunately Nemira and her two closes friends happened to be in the area when it collapsed.
Nemira came out of it with minor injuries but her two friends not so much. The youngest of the three, a half elf names Aisha was immediately killed due to a falling pillar and the oldest of them, a human named Menma was struck in the head by a falling stone and ended in critical condition.

When the other sages reached them they just barely managed to somewhat stabilize Menma but she was still tethering on the edge of death and the healers was uncertain if she would survive for much longer. In desperation to save her only surviving friend Nemira turned to an ancient ritual she had read about in passing, a ritual that was said to allow the user access to immense knowledge.
Wanting to save Menma’s life she quickly assembled and went through with the ritual.

Through the ritual she came in to contact with one of the old ones.
An daedra by the name of Hermaeus Mora, in exchange for knowledge, Nemira agreed to give him his soul and become his servant.
He granted her a boon one of his Black Books to learn from and use to cast magic. With this boon she managed to heal Menma and stabilize her.
But the tragedy still wasn’t over, through Menma now was alive and well, she had lost any
personal memory of friends or family. She retained most general knowledge of the world around her, but any memories of people precious to her was gone.
A couple of weeks after Menma was healed, Nemira couldn’t bear in anymore. She had lost one friend to death and her second friend couldn’t remember her anymore.
The became to much for her and after packing her things and saying goodbye to everyone she
headed of into the world. To seek knowledge and the ability to make sure that she never have to suffer such a loss again.

Now 23 years old, Nemira has become more and more obsessed with knowledge, she wants to know anything there is to learn of this world.
During her travels she has left her home land and made her way to [insert name of the country in the campaign here]

Through her patreon she has learned magic and the challenge of learning new spells is something she relishes.
Hermaeus Mora is for most part passive to her but if she finds any trails for new of forgotten
knowledge he tends to send her pointers and at times help on how to find them.
(Hermaeus Mora is taken from the elder scrolls lore, if you want to know more about that specific daedra go read up on him on the skyrim wiki)

Personality:
Nemira is obsessed with knowledge and books, she travels the land searching for knowledge and rumours of hidden mysteries.
Nemira follows the ten chaotic commandments to an extent. She usually tries to follow them but she can make exceptions for treasured people, knowledge or extreme boredom.
She also prefers to avoid doing any of the ten chaotic natural sins

Bookworm

Request from anon: Hey!! Could you possibly write an imagine where she is a little wary of Draco judging her whenever he walks past as she really likes him. But she is like Hermione where she has her head in books quite a lot and so quickly hides it when he walks past but he notices it and with a smirk comes and sits next to her and eventually tells her he likes her in some way with a wink?? Thankyou I think you’ll crush it

Thank you for requesting anon, I’ll be turning requests off after hitting post on this. I’m sorry if any of you have any ideas - I have a month until I take my exams and I really need to be revising. I’m honestly so sorry but I’ll obviously upload from time to time with the requests that have already been submitted and after my exams are finished it’ll get back to normal. So, I updated my masterlist in case any of you wanted to see all of my posts. 

In the meantime, enjoy ;)

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