“Do u hate me”
Yes babe now come back to bed
(I bring a sort of “Everyone has inherent worth regardless of their productivity” Vibe to every conversation that ableists don’t really seem to like)
“my characters write themselves” is such a lie. my characters bully me into giving them better dialogue and hijack the plot every chance they get. i am not in control here.
Mzulan (arms crossed, standing outside a Tribunal ruin with a disgusted squint):
“They still have the ears. Still have the eyes. Still carry the same smugness in their posture. But now they burn incense and call it forgiveness.” (Spits in the ash.) “No. I remember the Chimer.”
Even after thousands of years—and despite becoming something more nuanced, more contemplative—there are scars that don’t smooth with time. And one of them walks like a Dunmer and chants like a saint.
Arrogant. Devout. Reckless.
Obsessed with Daedra, ancestral veneration, and destiny.
Constantly clashing with Dwemer logic, despising atheism, and mocking technology.
Viewed the Dwemer as “soulless smiths” and “machine-slaves.”
“They called us godless. We called them pyromaniacal dreamers with shiny rocks and egos.”
He returns to a world where the Chimer have become the Dunmer, broken by betrayal, shadowed by gods and sins alike.
His reaction?
“They changed skin, not structure. Still pray before breaking things.”
He sees some worthy individuals among them. But as a people?
“You built your culture on a foundation of corpses and whispers, and now wonder why it creaks when you walk.”
He especially distrusts:
Ashlander mystics (“Desert philosophers wrapped in guilt and silt.”)
Tribunal scholars (“Gods made of ego. Temples made of apology.”)
Dunmer historians (“They rewrite us as villains to make themselves tragic. I take that personally.”)
On a Telvanni Wizard:
“Floating in a mushroom tower. Still compensating for something.”
On a Dunmer priest of Azura:
“Oh good. The Moon Mistress still collects worshippers. Tell her I remember her favoritism.”
On seeing Velothi architecture still standing:
“Of course it’s still standing. Chimer buildings collapse only when someone stops praying. Or thinking.”
On a young Dunmer trying to reconcile cultures:
“I respect your effort. But understand this: Your ancestors tried to burn out my gods and shatter my truths. I’m not ready to dance in the ashes with you just yet.”
She wants peace. She sees the Dunmer as wounded descendants trying to climb free of their ancestors’ chains.
Her line:
“They carry their guilt like relics. You carry your memory like armor. Perhaps neither of you are free.”
Mzulan replies:
“Freedom isn’t the goal. Truth is. And I remember who lied the most.”
“The Chimer never respected silence. They filled it with prophecy. With fire. With screams. We filled it with equations. I still hear both when I dream. One calms me. The other... wakes me.”
Three mentally ill people that save the world (+ the one normal guy thats worried about them)
When I was younger and researching the autism diagnosis criteria and symptoms, I thought “oh I couldn’t POSSIBLY be autistic.” Because when I read “takes everything literally” I thought it literally meant EVERYTHING and I was like “I don’t take EVERYTHING literally, just most things!” And I just realized the other day that it didn’t actually mean EVERYTHING and that was an overstatement.
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