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after much consideration and thought i’ve decided to permanently leave tumblr rp for the foreseeable future, and if i do ever come back it will probably be to focus on a singular character instead of constantly tearing myself apart over multiple blogs. while i do greatly appreciate all the fun i’ve had writing here and i absolutely adore all the friends and connections i’ve made through tumblr and writing all of our muses, it’s become more of a task than a fun hobby in the recent months. that said all of my blogs will now be marked as archived. 

[vindictr-a]

sorry for low activity, my focus ( re : hyperfixation ) is elsewhere and i’ve just not been feeling tumblr rp lately tbh 

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                  HIS STEPS STAGGERED, his blade bloodied, his vision blurred. by far this was as worse for wear as he had been in a while, but he just managed to hold himself up, the blade of DAWNBREAKER digging into the dirt and the hilt taking on a portion of his weight.  ❝ see? dragon——- ❞ he gestured weakly, or attempted to at least, with a thumb over his shoulder. ❝ told’ya i had ‘im. ❞ INDEED a fresh dragon corpse was settling into the mud and the blood ( a fair amount of that blood being JACK’S of course ). 

              the sound came to him before the feeling, and often he wondered if anyone else could hear it or just him. like a distant rumbling thunder, or a low and echoing growl, of a DRAGON SOUL escaping from a lifeless body. normally it was an invigorating feeling, thrust upon him like a great surge of power and knowledge. in this instance, however, it was just enough to rush through him and take what little strength he had left and knock him off his feet. his limp body hit the ground the same instant as his sword, the ever burning blade of meridia SINGING the grass around it yet not even smouldering any amount of his own blood, despite how it pooled around the blade. 

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    @galethei​​ SENT :  🤝+ 22     TOUCH PROMPT  ⇢  NO LONGER ACCEPTING !!

                      HOW MANY BATTLES had he walked away from? how many world shattering events had weighed down and rolled right off his shoulders? for such an easily swayed man jack had been surprisingly resilient through his many trials ----------and yet there he was, returned from APOCRYPHA, and shaken. 

                    enslavement, forbidden knowledge, waging a war against DRAGONS, and damned by the chains of destiny. the further he delved into the legend of miraak the more jack saw links between his story and the first dragonborn’s. perhaps it was that familiarity which spurned on his BLEEDING heart, a desire to SAVE the once dragon priest from his wretched fate. but it wasn’t so. in the end it was his blade that ended miraak’s eternal life, and he felt loathsome for it. 

                   the material plane and fresh air of the real world hardly registered to him, only galethei’s touch STARTLED him back into the present. the lingering feeling of hermaeus mora’s suffocating black tendrils still slithering over his skin was slowly pushed back, like a dull ache, from gale’s presence; her expression seemed . . . relieved to have him back. RELIEF, she felt relief for him to be free of that place, and for the first time the weight of his fate welled in his eyes and brought him to his knees. 

             he drew her in and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, form trembling. 

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    @undeth​ SENT :  🤝+ 35 idk what he’s gaining but it really do be                      like that     TOUCH PROMPT  ⇢  NO LONGER ACCEPTING !!

                   HOW GIO’S HANDS remained cool to the touch despite fresh flames burning out around him and the sweat glistening over jack’s body, mixing with blood and dirt coating his skin, he wouldn’t ask. for as curious as he was he didn’t want to be too knowledgeable in the necromantic arts that giovanni seemed so adept in. at first it was instinctual to lean into the other’s grasp, so cool and gentle, a calming balm after such an intense battle. 

              ------------ and for as GULLIBLE as he had proven he could be, the hands of his companion wandering jack’s figure and drawing him close were TOO welcome. the feeling was that of a snake slithering against his body, and for a moment jack humored him, drew him closer, until they shared a breath. with very little keeping him from kissing gio other than his own willpower, jack allowed the tension to linger, and some kind of false sense of VICTORY to settle into those vacant, cold eyes. 

            in a smooth, slow motion he turned DAWNBREAKER in his grip until the blade rested along his forearm, and pressed the pommel gently into giovanni’s chest.                               ❝ i’m NOT stabbin’ you with dawnbreaker, gio.❞

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ＧＡＬＥＴＨＥＩ                                           protagonist  of  elder  scrolls  online    ,        the  vestige  .      main  verses  include    dragon  age  inquisition  ,   the  witcher  ,   game  of  thrones  &  more  fantasy  genres  . 

DASH ONLY. INDIE MUSE. PRIVATE. WRITTEN BY. SOPHIE. c.

[avdrager-a]

alrighty i gotta skidaddle for a while but my schedule today Looks mostly clear ( i say it looks that way because it’s always subject to change with little notice ) so i should be able to lurk around here and get to my drafts and remaining memes later today!

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

June Jordan, from “Haruko: Love Poems,” originally published c. July 1993

[poisontao]

[avdrager-a]

i’ll probably make a better meta post about this later but honestly? once jack had learned about miraak and his revolt against the original dragon masters and servitude to hermaeus morra, by the time he got to apocrypha himself he didn’t want to fight miraak. he wanted to save him. 

[avdrager-a]

GOTHIC   LITERATURE   bold what applies.      italicize what sometimes applies.      repost don’t reblog.

i.   DRACULA.   cold to the touch. flickering candles. cold breath upon your neck. billowing white gowns. midnight strolls. pearl trimmed bands. indulging in your deepest desires. the fall from grace. the fear of outsiders. bloodstained sheets. dark imaginations. something lurking in the shadows. the urge to run away. glowing eyes in the darkness. the scent of garlic. preying on the weak. the power to both bring and take life.

ii.    THE   PICTURE   OF   DORIAN  GRAY.   old bookshelves. kisses on the hand. a devotion to the finer things in life. prizing youth and beauty above all. paying the ultimate price. the pursuit of pleasure. blood red sins painted over in white snow. a drug-induced stupor. breaking the heart of the one you love. losing what’s left of your humanity.

iii.   FRANKENSTEIN.   frantic sketches. the stench of something rotten. unorthodox beliefs. a scream from the woods. candles burning out. dangerous knowledge. contemplating existence. the crunch of leaves. the chill of winter in your bones. dark ambitions. prometheus reborn. the contrast between life and death.

iv.   THE   COUNT   OF   MONTE   CRISTO.   false accusations. taking justice into your own hands. divine justice. elaborate schemes. playing upon others’ weaknesses. the solitude of the ocean. an ever-changing identity. dissatisfaction in your life. an alienation from humanity. escaping from prison.

tagged  by  :  stole it from @knightbleed​ tagging  :  y’all

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DAWNBREAKER

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i usually compile a list of vines for my characters because i think it's a really fun way to explore characterization and while i haven't collected any for jack yet i think we all know the first, most obvious vine that describes him

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@bastardvvolf​

                    JACK KNEW OF the werewolf curse on the companions, and he understood, to an extent, what it meant to them. words could only portray to him so much the cost of devouring blood and hearts for the primal power it would apparently grant them, and honestly he had only his imagination to lend towards the transformation itself. at least until a particularly violent run-in while in caal's company. his imagination didn't QUITE do it justice. though the sight and sounds of it were ------- in a word ------ terrifying, jack felt all the more concerned when he finished off the last assailant on his end and turned to find caal nowhere in sight.

                 sheething DAWNBREAKER and dispelling his bound sword he searched the grounds, picking the path with the most blood and promptly following it. apparently werewolves could also gain some DISTANCE, even encumbered with enemies ( fresh meals they had become ) because it took jack a good five minutes of running and calling out caaldic's name to find him. the clearing where he lay, naked and covered in blood not his own, was unfortunately quite close to a nearby village, and already jack could see torches flickering to live in the distance. ❝ shit ---- caal? caaldic, c'mon, we have to move ----- ❞ if they were lucky they could return later and find his ARMOR, but for the time being jack threw his cloak over his shoulders and lifted him to his feet, hardly mindful of the blood now smearing over his own clothes.

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@knightbleed​

                  FAELMON MADE JACK feel small in almost every way, the least of which being the many inches he stood over him. he was noble in house and manner and deed, shown in his armor and the way he walked and spoke and fought. while it was true that jack was a thane as well, he never felt the part; his thaneship was a complete accident. but faelmon, from jack's eyes, epitomized it. the altmer vampire was truly a dashing and heroic knight right from the bedtime stories he and ernsynth's other captive apprentices would tell at night to ease themselves into a hopeful sleep.

                still, reality was a harsh teacher, and even the greatest of knights in the shiniest of armor got bloody -------- especially the vampiric kind. the latest attack on solitude was over before it began, and jack was fortunate enough to be able to SHOUT any foes before he spilled blood or got any on him for that matter. though fae's situation was a different sort; thus jack had prepared a kettle of hot water and a rag, toeing open his door with caution and peaking inside. ❝ thought you could use some help, i know how stubborn blood can be ---- ❞

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@vlkihar​

                     THEY WEREN'T THE first would-be assassins to come after jack, and if the ever present sinking feeling in his gut was any indicator they wouldn't be the last. honestly exhaustion had run him so ragged he likely would have been pathetically slain in some dirty river and left for the bears ------ luckily serana was faster than their blades and their spells. the last image he could cling to with clarity was staring up at a man before pearly white fangs glinted in the moonlight, and hot blood splashed over his face. after that he was in and out, only waking in a bedroll near a crackling fire.

                  it wasn't hard, even for jack, to deduce that she had finished them off and carried him to safety. with just enough rest he was groggy, but no longer falling over his own feet, and he saw her silhouette not far off. he held his hand up, casting CANDLELIGHT as he wandered over in the dark, immediately met with the sight of dried blood caked over her skin and armor, matting down the ends of her hair. ❝ oh, ❞ he frowned, crouching down near her and closing his fingers around the light to make it dimmer. ❝ sorry, guess i really let you down back there ---- jus' wait here, i'll fetch you some water. ❞

[avdrager-a]

is it vampire night tonight? *slaps jack’s neck* COME GET Y’ALL JUICE