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All Good Roadtrips End In Assault. by CalicoKitty402, TheFearsomeJabberwock, yelloskello
Fandoms: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Elder Scrolls
17 Apr 2026
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"She bROKE my HAND!” Ancano pointed, emphatically, at Osprey.
“AND I’LL DO IT AGAIN!” Osprey yelled again, ever more emphatically, almost stepping out from behind Xan.
“And y’ put your hands on my damn son!” Xantos snarled, taking another step forward. This time all of the Thalmor took a step back. “Of course m’ damn wife defended him!” Xantos roared.
That distracted Osprey for a moment. Wife? …Right. The cover. …Seemed like an odd time to be sticking to it, but, sure.
The whispering amongst the faculty did not go unnoticed, and Osprey could feel judgemental eyes on them. “Of course that would be the woman who raised Sybil.” Faralda whispered to another man. “I don’t know why I was surprised.”
“Step back, or get thrown!” Xantos said, voice tight.
“Now, Ashborne” The Archmage started, but one of the thalmor was apparently feeling their oats because the bastard stepped forward, as if he thought the mages would be on their side. Xantos barely moved; hell, Osprey hardly even heard the intake of breath before the words rang out, echoing off the walls of the chamber:
“FUS RO DAH”
-The Gang touches on some quests that may become relevant later while looking for Sybil.
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- Part 23 of You're Gonna Go Far, Kid
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Draugr Don't Make Good Tour Guides (A Winterhold School Kids Adventure) by CalicoKitty402, TheFearsomeJabberwock, yelloskello
Fandoms: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Elder Scrolls
14 Mar 2026
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The ruined city of Saarthal was an archaeological marvel, if one was into that sort of thing. It was the site of the first city built by Atmorans on the whole of Tamriel. That had to count for something, right? Sure, nowadays it was little more than the stones peeking out of the metric fuck ton of snow and the ruins of a city that had been burned out of spite, but… The history. The gods-be-damned history. Carved into every fucking stone, or whatever. Oh, all the pieces and shards of pottery, oh the old rusted cutlery, oh the... really old rocks.
Unfortunately, Murray couldn’t really appreciate all that history at the moment; he was too busy freezing his testicles off.
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Sybil and Aremi drag Murray and Lydia on an adventure.Series
- Part 22 of You're Gonna Go Far, Kid
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Franc Writes A Letter by CalicoKitty402, TheFearsomeJabberwock, yelloskello
Fandoms: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Elder Scrolls
27 Feb 2026
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Francois Versoi Grungash Delacourt was a businessman first and foremost. He liked money. He liked having money, spending money, saving money, and acquiring money. He was the finest dressed orc on this side of Orsinium, he wore furs and velvets and the softest of leathers. His hair was braided in the most elaborate patterns he could afford, with his braids capped off with gems and precious metals. His tusks were whitened, his teeth straight, his eyes bright. He was broad, but quite well muscled, and his clothing tailored to emphasize his best features.
and he hated waiting.
Luckily for Francois Delacourt, he wasn’t going to have to wait too terribly long.
-Franc writes a letter or two.
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- Part 21 of You're Gonna Go Far, Kid
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The No Good Week And a Half by CalicoKitty402, TheFearsomeJabberwock, yelloskello
Fandoms: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Elder Scrolls
17 Jan 2026
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“You’re too late you furry half breed cunts!” Frisli shouted, gesturing rudely at Farkas and Alinor as they seethed on the dock. Alinor paced left and right, eyes narrowed into thin slits. “I’ll remember you when I break his mind and drain him dry!” she cackled, wrapping an arm around Xantos’ neck as she leaned back against his shoulder. “You’ll remember this as th’day you shouldn’t have fucked with the clan Volkihar y’ Dawnguard pissants!”
Alinor eyed the water for a moment, taking a breath before shucking off his cloak and boots and preparing to dive.
Frisli was standing on the boat, her eyes wide and afraid. She looked left, and right, and brought her hands up– swirling them into a circle. The mist started to thicken around them as Alinor struggled against Farkas, shrouding everything into a thick fog.
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Everyone has a very bad week and a half.Series
- Part 20 of You're Gonna Go Far, Kid
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Alinor's Guided Drunken Tour to Skyrim by CalicoKitty402, TheFearsomeJabberwock, yelloskello
Fandoms: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Elder Scrolls
28 Dec 2025
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Murray was having a weird week.
That was a given, really. He’d practically volunteered for it. During the festivities, he’d seen a deceptively sober looking Alinor wandering off somewhere nonsensical, and his damnable need to make sure his people remained in one piece led him to follow. He knew what a Sanguining looked like. He’d been Sanguined plenty of times; really, could call him something of a chum, now. Or… As chummy as a daedric prince was willing to be with him, at least.
This would be fine. He’d just… Round up the lad, gently usher him back into the Ragged Flagon with promises of treats and shenanigans, and then put roughly four to six guildmates on his ass to make sure he didn’t wander off again.He hadn’t accounted for Alinor ignoring the gentle ushering.
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Alinor takes a drunken tour of Skyrim, on one Sam Guevenne's suggestion.Series
- Part 19 of You're Gonna Go Far, Kid
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You're Gonna Go Far, Kid by CalicoKitty402, TheFearsomeJabberwock, yelloskello
Fandom Elder Scrolls, Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
17 Apr 2026
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The great doors of Dragons Reach swung open, pillars lining a massive mead hall with great arching ceilings and balconies above. Once upon a time, in Skyrim’s more peaceful days, it would be host to every Jarl in the province, great moots held to determine the fate of Skyrim’s people.
As it was, the hall was empty save a single older man sitting upon a carved wooden throne and the court wizard in sleep clothes who went to stand behind him. His eyes had drifted closed, his breathing gentle and soft as he leaned hard against his palm. Ireleth took the steps up the dais two at a time, coming over.
“So the dragon has been driven off?” he asked quietly as the guards pulled Xantos up the last flight of stairs. One pattered up further, moving behind the throne while holding Xantos’ sword.
“Killed, my jarl, and I have brought the ones responsible- you’re... you’re not going to like it, my jarl.” Irileth looked over her shoulder to where the collected misfits were standing. "One of the heroes is a companion, the other is a dunmer girl, and a small breton mage-”
“And the last one is Xantos Ashborne.” Balgruuf finished. “How in oblivion did he end up fighting the dragon?”
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Behind the shadows lies the truth by masterlokisev159 for migraine_Sky
Fandoms: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
19 Aug 2024
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“But sire, he’s your-“
“SILENCE!”
In the events leading up to Radovids demise, Jaskier readies himself for the time he will be given to the White Wolf of the north. The famous Warlord known for his brutality. He prepares himself for the worst.
Little does he know, Geralt is nothing like he seems.
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Jubilee for a Finer King by lurking_dragon
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
10 Jul 2025
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Six vignettes showing the establishment of a holiday that commemorates the White Wolf's conquest of Kaedwen, told through the eyes of the last victim of its previous king.
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One is bound to develop body-image issues with the company Jaskier keeps.
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When Jaskier is young, he is sold to a slaver to solve his parents' problems with money.
He ends up at the royal court of Tretogor, a gold-collared bedslave, reserved for the royal line. Unlike the others, Jaskier doesn't settle into his fate, but rebels in what little ways he can.
It's no wonder then, that when the warlord of the north visits Tretogor for negotiations, Jaskier finds himself in the middle of it all.---000---
His mother's face is sad, and Julian wishes more than anything he could change that. She tucks a lock of his soft brown hair behind his ear.
“Remember how you said you wanted to help?”
Julian nods.
“There’s someone who… is coming to take a look at you. If you do well, we’ll get enough to pay the rent that’s still due. If we’re very lucky, we’ll get enough to buy back the farm.”
“What do I have to do?” Julian asks.
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