![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skyrimkinkmeme CLOSED FOR PROMPTS,
BUT OPEN FOR FILLS
HELPFUL TIPS
BUT OPEN FOR FILLS
HELPFUL TIPS
>Please post your prompts with the paired characters and any notable kinks/trigger warnings in the title.
>When posting prompts, always remember to add kinks you're both looking for and wanting to avoid in a potential fill.
>When filling, please remember to add your story tags: characters, relationship types, kinks, series and universe (ie: skyrim)
>Our character limit here at LJ is 4300.
>If you have any other questions about posting, visit the HOW TO KINK MEME THREAD, under the Page Summary on your left.
>When posting prompts, always remember to add kinks you're both looking for and wanting to avoid in a potential fill.
>When filling, please remember to add your story tags: characters, relationship types, kinks, series and universe (ie: skyrim)
>Our character limit here at LJ is 4300.
>If you have any other questions about posting, visit the HOW TO KINK MEME THREAD, under the Page Summary on your left.
The Dovahkiin Has a Bad Day
Date: 2013-10-04 11:05 am (UTC)You know who you are. *wink wink*
Say you mean to talk to this one guy, but then, oh hey, I think I pressed the wrong butto--OH GOD I WHACKED THE GUY IN THE FACE WITH A SWORD AND NOW EVERYONE IS TRYING TO KILL ME.
Or maybe you're furiously backing away from an enemy that can kill you in one hit, and suddenly you're cartwheeling off the edge of a cliff you just stepped off.
Basically I'd like to see in-character prompts of a Dovahkiin that does something really, really dumb and then hijinks ensue. Gender, race, and whether the Dovahkiin survives is totally up to you.
Over Encumbered
Date: 2013-10-05 11:48 pm (UTC)“No, it’s too heavy.” He said flatly. She frowned a kitty frown and rummaged his pack to see what she could trade to drop her weight. “Don’t you have a dozen different strength potions?”
“Yes, but I’m only over encumbered by one pound; I don’t want to waste it.” She grumbled stubbornly. After finding nothing to trade with her husband, she sighed and looked for her steed, Shadowmere. “Damn it. That stupid, stubborn, belligerent stallion!” she growled. The black horse was about 100 yards out; he was helping himself to the greener grass. She walked very, very, painfully slowly over to him with Farkas following behind. The Nord man thought it was amusing watching her try to walk as quickly as her scrawny legs could move while over encumbered. “What a nice walk, eh darling?” he teased.
“Bite me.” She hissed, crossing her arms across her breasts. As she got closer to the demon horse, she tried whistling the horse over. He glanced over at her as he chewed a mouthful of grass and snorted. “Come here, Shadowmere! Please! I’ll give you a nice shiny apple!” she called sweetly, but the smarter-than-average horse seemed to cock an eyebrow at her and went back to eating.
“Damn you, horse.” She growled. When she finally reached the stubborn beast, she hoisted herself into the saddle and he reared in protest of the sudden massive weight. She kicked the horse’s haunches to drive him to start moving forward. “Heeyah!” she called and the beast started to gallop toward Whiterun, four miles out. Farkas, who was very fit and not overloaded, was easily able to keep the horse and his feline wife in sight. Jaarnashii, being very lazy and hard headed, rode Shadowmere up to the gates of the city. While walking in, she saw Adrianne Avenicci at the grindstone outside of her shop. “Adrianne!” she gasped, still having weapons to sell her.
Just as Jaarnashii started walking in her direction, Adrianne started walking to go inside her shop. “Noo!!” the Khajiit yelped and she decided a Whirlwind Sprint would make her reach the blacksmith before she went into the building. “Fus!” Jaarnashii watched in horror as her Thu’um reverberated and pushed over the Imperial woman. “Fuck me!” she yelped as she realized she had a 40 septim fine for assault and the guards were attacking her. Farkas drew his battle axe and tried to protect her. She damn near cried when she drank down the first carry weight fortification potion she found. 50 pounds with 49 pounds extra, 1950 septims down the drain.
She ran out the gate and over the wall to Shadowmere, who thankfully was running to attack the guards pursuing her. She snatched up the reins, leapt into the saddle and turned the stallion on a dime to run over into the mountains. She was almost safe, but a damned guard ranger caught sight of her and started firing arrows; she then turned Shadowmere past the guard and fled over towards the western watch tower. Once the tower was in sight, she went into the grasses to avoid the guards. She got near the giant camp before waiting for an hour for her husband to find her.
“I don’t think we should go back just yet.” He said when he walked up to her.
“I need to. I can’t go far being over weighed by a pound.” She said. Farkas looked as though he wanted to say something, but she was already mounting Shadowmere and riding back towards the town. She was moving so quickly, she got into the gates before the guards at the door noticed it was her. Once she was inside, they tried to attack her again and she roared in frustration as she tried to run. She was overweight again and had to drink another potion.
Over Encumbered (2/2)
Date: 2013-10-05 11:50 pm (UTC)“No, I’m not okay!!” she mewled, “I wasted over 2500 septims on that stupid chase all because of a mis-shouted word.” She took another drink and slammed her fist on the table. “That’s a lot of coin!!”
“Weren’t both of those stolen anyway?”
“That’s not the point, Farkas. I worked hard for those potions.” She whined defensively. The Nord sighed and retreated into Honeyside.
“We’ll go back tomorrow and get this matter resolved, okay?” he said sternly; knowing she’d rather avoid being arrested or paying any fines. She grumbled in reply and the next morning, they took the carriage out to Whiterun where she went to Dragonsreach to pay her 40 gold bounty.
30 pounds with 29 pounds extra, 655 septims down the drain. Once again she ran over the wall and leapt onto Shadowmere and ran off. This time, instead of returning to Whiterun, she just went to Riften. At least there, she could get into her house without being shot at by the guards. Farkas met her on their back porch and when he walked up, she was taking a deep swig of mead with tears in her eyes. “You okay?” he asked, worried she had been hurt.
“No, I’m not okay!!” she mewled, “I wasted over 2500 septims on that stupid chase all because of a mis-shouted word.” She took another drink and slammed her fist on the table. “That’s a lot of coin!!”
“Weren’t both of those stolen anyway?”
“That’s not the point, Farkas. I worked hard for those potions.” She whined defensively. The Nord sighed and retreated into Honeyside.
“We’ll go back tomorrow and get this matter resolved, okay?” he said sternly; knowing she’d rather avoid being arrested or paying any fines. She grumbled in reply and the next morning, they took the carriage out to Whiterun where she went to Dragonsreach to pay her 40 gold bounty.
So, yea. This happened. I was pissed. I'm a gold hoarder <,<
Re: Over Encumbered (2/2)
Date: 2013-10-08 12:38 am (UTC)Re: Over Encumbered (2/2)
Date: 2013-10-09 10:47 am (UTC)Re: Over Encumbered (2/2)
Date: 2014-03-06 02:28 am (UTC)Passerby!Anon has a DERP!Moment
Date: 2013-12-18 09:24 pm (UTC)