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𝟣ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴꜱᴇ [ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏ ɪɴ ʟᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴜᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛᴇᴏᴜꜱɴᴇꜱꜱ. ɪɴ ᴅᴇꜰʏɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪɴɢꜱ. only 4 muses featured: lydia & hadvar from skyrim, pamela isley from arkham knight, and nate from fallout 4. dupes for all but pam are welcome. ]

-> carrd : ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ , ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɢᴀɪɴᴇᴅ.

can also be found at @markedwrath , ft. rookie deputy & joey hudson from far cry 5.

OH -> hiatus from this Wednesday the 3rd to Sunday the 7th, with only a little mobile use. I'll be margarita mommy at the beach ⛱️

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lydia headcanon

-> underneath her armor, lydia is MUSCULAR. her heavy armor skill is high.

-while she is proficient with multiple weapon types, her favorite is the war axe. she carries one gifted to her by her father that she keeps in top condition with trips to a blacksmith.

-all her family, with the exception of distant cousins, are deceased. she leans toward the stormcloaks with her loyalties, but ultimately will fight on the side of whoever she's been assigned to.

-lydia makes a no money as a housecarl. she was given this order by the jarl to pay the debts of family members. the debt is both monetary and political and she takes her honor and worth very seriously. she will not fail.

-> can often be found with her face between someone's legs, enjoys sex probably a bit too much, but she's good at it and it's not like she has many pleasures in this life.

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HEADCANON TIME!

HADVAR OF RIVERWOOD was born to two imperial soldiers. Both his mother and father were ranked middle-to-high in the Imperial army. Both fought against the Thalmor during the great war and both parents still live and support the Empire.* *In any GOT verses, his parents fight for the Targaryen's, in keeping with the loyalty to the throne.

He's very fit and toned, but not a very vain person. He's usually soft spoken and is more likely to be disappointed or sad over mad.

He's a SIMP. Will follow you around like a lost puppy (as long as you are an honorable person.) And would worship you in bed. He's the kind of man who takes his time to appreciate All that's available to him. Also doesn't mind being slapped for some reason.

in the beginning of the civil war, he can be overly confident. by the end, he's haunted by the ghosts of every kill he made. he worships the same god they do. these are his brothers and sisters, nords like him. he notes that rikke may hold sympathies for the stormcloaks because he, too, has the same reservations.

He also loves horses. He's a horse girl at heart.

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who taught them to speak up or stay silent ?

both of hadvar's parents were strong-willed soldiers with a keen sense of justice. they raised him to pursue what he believed in, even if it wasn't comfortable. he had to weigh his belief in talos against the threat of the elves, and in doing so, supports the empire his parents supported.

what past mistakes stick with them with every step they take ?

there was a battle where hadvar had to wait for the dragonborn to free the prisoners inside the fortress. they were overwhelmed, and while the empire was victorious, hadvar was one of the few left standing. "It's a shame about the prisoners... You report back. I'll stay and... clean up this mess." He carries all the bodies, man and woman, stormcloak and empire, to be lined up in the snow, and he does it alone. They were his people and he failed them.

when do they lose their backbone, what scares them ?

he doesn't. lots of things scare him. assassins, necromages, dragons. (and draugr.) but when hadvar was just starting out, the beginning of his career in the military, he faced alduin, the world-eater. this man's backbone is made of fucking steel. he may be terrified, but you won't catch him giving up.

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-> HIATUS NOTICE !! I'll see you guys in a few days! I'm off to the beach.

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[tender.] sender gently traces their fingers along receiver's scars. for haddy bear<33

Almost as tan as a Dornishman, Haddy is in the sun whenever possible, and spends as much time as he can in quiet contemplation, relieved of the upper half of his gear and belt.

The Targaryen family were a polarizing people. The ruled with dragons, monsters that left the world in terror. But Hadvar knows the stories of their kind, good, and just kings, just as he knows of the ones that go mad. His parents were part of their armies, leaders in small ways in their own right. And he was no oath-breaker. And he rather liked at least one of them. He thought on his commitments, the battles won and lost, until he was interrupted.

A distant cousin was a shepherd. It gave Hadvar an excuse to be in the fields alone with no one but sheep. He had gone to check where he stashed his gear and was surprised to find the prince protecting it from hungry lambs. They soon end up lying on the grass, with Hadvar moving to put his garments back on, but was stopped by Lesys's hands.

"That one came from my pa, actually." The warm hand of the prince traces a slender scar on his forearm. "It was an accident, though." He's embarrassed that the prince found him. It was more typical for guards to rest or visit an inn on their time off (a truly rare thing.)

Lyses's finger gentle coasts over Hadvar's stomach, brushing against an old gash. "Losing at jousting hurts," he jokes. There's one more the prince touches, tracing the short, but jagged edge. "Losing men hurts too." Something there hasn't healed, but it isn't physical. The prince seems to understand. The sun is starting to fall.

The guard rises and reaches out for Lesys, who follows. "It is past time for some ale. I hear the kitchens got some wild boar. We best get a move on before they start wondering where you are; it's quite a walk."

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

[is1ey]

Solitude, skyrim mods

[bloodysyren]

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Haddy and Lydia both have ZERO magic skills. Nada. None. They rely on charm (haddy..ish) or their blades (both) to get them where they need to go. They both see magic users and ok "go mr wizard calm down over there" haddy especially hates necromancers (let the dead BE DEAD) and lydia just thinks "ew" but thats the extent of it. Lydia really kind of likes healing magic but Hadvar prefers health potions.

Haddy dislikes destruction magic but Lydia thinks it is pretty😭

And yes, if you are a conjuration spell expert, haddy will ask u to conjure up him an "ale or warm bed furs" lollll.

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❛ you don’t have to be good, or useful, for someone to care about you. ❜

"That may be true, but I want to be useful." He wants to be good. He wants the afterlife to be his family, his loved ones, a mug of ale, and laughter. More importantly, he wants to be of some help to all. Hadvar's urge to do the right thing is deeply ingrained in his chest, carved into the precious heart that beats just for others. Haddy has removed parts of his armor now, stretching his fingers now free from the constraints of steel and leather. Yet, he is not so bold to touch the prince. "I am at your service, as I am to all your family. But to you, I am always here to help."

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Sunday headcanons

Haddy isn't the most experienced but he has had a few lovers in the past, usually women but a couple men. The latter occurred more so in the heat of the moment, the night before battle in tents with drums echoing in the distance. And Haddy goes both ways in everything, taking an active role is just as pleasing to him as being on the receiving end.

He's very cautious. Always afraid of hurting someone, he moves rather slow at times, sometimes annoyingly so, but if someone likes getting edged, Haddy is your man.

He's also always dreamed of having a big family. I wouldn't say he has a breeding kink because he's never impulsively finished inside*, but he'd fucking like to. (*Obviously not applicable to male partners.)

Pull his hair, slap him around a little. He gets weirdly turned on by it and yes, he knows it's strange, and no, he's not going to tell someone to do that to him. He's NOT turned on by violence in the slightest. It's just the harsher physical contact in that exact scenario that gets him going.

He eats pussy like it's going out of style. I don't make the rules. -> back to the family/"breeding" note, if Riverwood had wifi and naked pregnant people, he'd watch it.

He's far too mild-mannered to hit on anyone in any obvious ways, like cat-calling or invading their personal space. He's far more subtle, patient, and kind. He'll offer to buy you a drink (or snack), remember your favorite stories, give up his seat if it has a cushion and yours doesn't, etc.

[herokill3r]

He twists the edge of the blade against his chin, not intentionally trying to pierce his skin through his cowl, but now minding if it does. He can feel the pressure there. That was all that mattered.

" So, " He kicks his weight off the wall and walked towards. " Do you live off photosynthesis? Or is that offensive to plant-folk, @1defense? "

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"I'm surprised you know how to pronounce photosynthesis." The poisonous leaf she lounges on is larger than any human and pointed. It's blade softens around her body but should he come too close, hidden away are thorns, eager to protect her.

Pamela is unbothered by his weapons. He is but human, and she, better. "How would you like to use that knife? On yourself, of course. I can help."

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❛ i cannot decide which i like best. the sunrise, or the sunset. ❜

" I should think the sunrise, your grace. A new day has come. " The night's rest had done him well. His shield is freshly polished and Hadvar's sword is sharp. He stands directly in the warmth of the sun's rays to feel the heat on his face. Perhaps it is the knight's tolerance of the temperature that has him serving dragons and their riders. He has yet to be burned. "There is plenty to do and see." And knowing the prince, trouble to find.

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❛ it is easier, swearing ourselves to someone else's cause than to sit with who we are without one. ❜ ( for hadvar )

" I suppose one could have a cause of their own. " Hadvar has not known such luxury. His parents were just babes themselves when they fought against the Thalmor. His father had remained a soldier, simply one that was not at war, after the white-gold concordant was signed. He and Hadvar's mother both taught their son what it was to be loyal. They put him on his path. He deems it noble.

"But I have no need of revenge. Maybe it is easier, but if the cause if just, then should you not stand with them? Would it not be worse to stay behind? "

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❛ what is right and wrong depends entirely on the story you’re living in. ❜ ( for lydia )

" do you have religion, my lady? a belief in any god or goddess? " lydia did, once. she may still have the belief but she is a poor worshipper of the divine. now, she sits with feet aching in her steel boots, and she reaches down to massage her calf muscles. " maybe the gods see our hearts and know our intent. they know our selfishness as well as the goodness in our souls. " and she hopes they will judge her proper when that time comes ...

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