𝖛𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖉 / 𝖗𝖊𝖉 .

pursuing , it breathes its life in me .

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pinned post !

hello ------ ! my name is star / 18+ only / writer is 21+ .

     this is a sideblog for @corprusik for my OC dovahkiin , shal’van . he is set in the skyrim game , but can be adapted to other eras as part of tamriel’s history . this is my own interpretation of the dovahkiin character , taking a darker & evil route . as a vampire , dark content such as gore , blood & murder are going to be written . please read the google doc before following / interacting . thank you !

     google doc is here .

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shal’van , last dragonborn , rly said mansplain , manipulate , malewife

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please like for a single tag 🏷 of your character ! that’s just for things that remind me of your muse collected into one place . if you would like a relationship tag with shal’van , please leave a comment . for both , specify in the comments uwu 💕✨

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spots to kiss.   since y’all like kissing prompts—and who wouldn’t, honestly–so have a collection of places to press your lips to. many of these work perfectly fine for platonic or familiar affection while some are a bit steamier, though what counts as what is of course naturally dependent on the muses and the context. send ‘ SPOTS TO KISS + [number] ’ to kiss my muse there, or with # for dealer’s choice. context and description allowed and encouraged. feel free to use the last option  ( 57 )  to give the kiss on any fantasy or scifi body parts not listed here.

a kiss on the top of the head.

a kiss to hair.

a kiss on the forehead.

a kiss on the space between eyebrows.

a kiss on the temple.

a kiss on the cheek.

a kiss on the eyelid or the undereye.

a kiss on the nose

a kiss on the ear.

a kiss on that space where jaw connects.

a kiss on the corner of the mouth.

a kiss on the cupid’s bow.

a kiss on the lips.

a kiss on the chin.

a kiss on the jawline.

a kiss on the back of the neck.

a kiss on the underside of the jaw.

a kiss on the throat.

a kiss on the side of the neck.

a kiss on where the back of the neck turns to shoulder.

a kiss above the collarbone.

a kiss along the collarbone.

a kiss on the space between collarbones.

a kiss on the shoulder.

a kiss on the bicep.

a kiss on the forearm.

a kiss on the elbow.

a kiss on the outside of the wrist.

a kiss on the inside of the wrist.

a kiss on the back of the hand.

a kiss on the palm.

a kiss on a finger.  ( which one? )

a kiss on the side of the ribs.

a kiss on the shoulder blade.

a kiss on the space between shoulder blades.

a kiss along the curve of the spine.

a kiss on the upper back.

a kiss on the lower back.

a kiss on the sternum.

a kiss on a pec / breast.

a kiss under the breast.

a kiss on where the sternum ends.

a kiss on the stomach.

a kiss on the navel.

a kiss on the hipbone.

a kiss on the ‘v’.

a kiss on the front of the thigh.

a kiss on the back of the thigh.

a kiss on the inner thigh.

a kiss on the knee.

a kiss on the calf.

a kiss on the ankle.

a kiss on the heel.

a kiss on the foot.

a kiss on a toe.

a kiss on an nsfw body part not listed here.  ( where? )

a kiss on a sfw body part not listed here.  ( where? )

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           “i’ve yet to hear a compelling reason why i should come to any sort of accord with you.” / @cruorrors​, sc.

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     ❝  the reason , citizen ,   ❞     𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖘 , his fangs glinting in the candlelight .  so often was the empire challenged in these lands .  shal’van , centurion , had become used to such .     ❝  ------ is that your dawnstar is now under imperial command .     you may leave , if that suits you .  ❞  his crimson gaze awaited killian , quill still in its inkpot .  a deepened , threatening stare .  almost otherworldly , certainly inhuman . his painted lips looking so much like blood .  

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he .......... 😍

[lifeinpoetry]

“To live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.”

— Anne Carson, in the press material for Red Doc>

[valtsv]

*checks you out through the gap between our crossed blades*

[monasteremort]

The Color of Pomegranates.

Sergei Parajanov.

1968.

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shal @ all the other DBs who either deny their role , refuse it , etc : you DON’T wanna go back in time to be worshipped as a god among mortals ? wow . okay then , more for me *disappears into a time rift*

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sxcrament​ .

          𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗢𝗡𝗘 who may have passed for human in the distance should have brought ease when faced with little more than the fierce glow of torch light to guide the way. Should they bring danger, Selina did not doubt her own ability to ward them off long enough to make a swift escape. The grip on her bow tightens still, that same unease conflicting within her own being as it recognized the possibility of both friend and foe - a paradox that both beckoned her forth and held her in place.

The silhouette gives way to form beyond a warm glow that seemed to dissipate with the growing cold of the air around her. The cuirass adorning his form bore a familiarity that she could not entirely identify, though it bespoke of something sinister that her fear might not have let her believe upon first glance. To acknowledge it would only serve to fuel the escalating beat of her heart rather than consider options when weighed against that same. 

It was denial that held her in place. Denial that anything worse than the atrocities of a civil war long past and the appearance of a once-extinct race of draconic beings could not possibly exist beyond the usual monsters of the continent. If anything, that same pull that brought her to this very being should speak of kinship rather than the numbing fear that filled her to her core.

The torch light beings to shudder in her grasp as it reveals crimson-painted lips upon the man, and a smile beyond it that brought a violent churning in her stomach. Was that relief in his voice? She could not identify it when her mind continued to scream for flight while the draconic soul drawn to another begged for her to remain put when she finally mutters:

❛ Are you hurt, sir? I can - I can get you to a nearby village if you need assistance…  ❜

    “ OH , it takes much more to hurt me . but those bandits came across a rather unfortunate fate . . . ”      the ease of words left his mouth in the growing dawn .  strange shadows crossing his bright eyes ,  carved into the caverns of his red smile .  bandits , rebels , there wasn’t much of a difference to him . not much difference in a lie or the truth to him , either .  it could be felt in the growing fear he’d seen within her . like some frightened rabbit , shuddering in the shadow of a looming , hungry beast . the domination he’d held over the weak , high above their flesh , eager for the mace to fall ( to bash their heads beneath its wretched weight ) .  it was palpable . molag bal willed it so .

    to play so unassuming always bore him . but he could afford to toy with her , if for a few moments . not many will buy such a story , spoken through crimson lips , for very long , of course . darkness astride him always . shadows conceal the monster . dawn would colour him a deeper red than any torch . & as their souls had just begun their merciless dance , he wanted to know more . her soul , fleeing the destiny he had so viscously sought . a desire that has been dead for far too long .  the will of dragons , alive once more .

    shal’van moves his hand quickly , within the black furls of his cape . between his clawed fingers , the warmth of a soft , green spell appears . the faint scent of magicka wafts in the morning air . he flicks his wrist & the magicka overtakes her . bathing in a calming light . he can hear the thrum of her heart suddenly slow . the coursing blood flowing gently . calm .

    “ if you could , sera , i would be thankful . i am looking for the college of winterhold , you see . ”

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                                     𝐂  𝐑  𝐔  𝐎  𝐑  𝐑  𝐎  𝐑  𝐒     

your   ways   are   torn   asunder   .   my   ways   are   reborn   .      

              DRINK   FROM   THE   CUP   .

(     indie  portrayal  of  THE  LAST  DRAGONBORN .  horror  ,  vampire  ,  headcanon - based .  sideblog .  18+  only .   summoned  by  star .     )

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lavender, snapdragon, violet

flower asks   /   not accepting .

     lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

     shal’van , after a point in his travels & his time in the mortal realm , doesn’t view aspects of trust . . . too seriously . not that he talks about it often , or measures it in an extreme factor . he knows , despite everything , that he is a disliked individual by many . he holds fear & intimidation higher . however , should he take a partner for marriage , he would forgo his feelings ( depending on who it is & what they share together ) & forge something more genuine breaking shal’van’s trust is hard to do , as a result . 

      snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

      absolutely not ! the more shal’van becomes attuned to his inner dragon , the more he puts himself as on a pedestal atop others . enacting the mannerisms of dragons in the body of a mortal comes with distortions & negativity . the dragons are proud , vain , vastly intelligent  &  horrifically strong . shal’van reflects those aspects , showing little remorse for others . his mercy is never won ( for mortals , anyhow ) . he cannot be bought or swayed by any mortal means .

     violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

      he holds very little towards betrayals , but if he were to deal with one , it would end in violence . mending it is highly unlikely . he’s bitter in that regard & would rather spend his energy going about his own agenda . this ties into the no mercy thing , too .

[atrabclla]

[ @cruorrors​ | s.c. ]

         ❝ You have the eyes. The ones that know death more intimately than a person ever should. ❞

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     his smile is faint , thin ------ darkened lips curling just so . there wasn’t any denying that fact . it was something he has grown to take pride in : to have  A CERTAIN POWER  over man that was long forgotten .      ❝ you aren’t the first to point that out .   it comes naturally to me , i suppose .  

             i could say the same for you . ❞

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send me 🗣️ for incorrect quotes of your muse and mine

@cruorrors​   [ 𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗟'𝗩𝗔𝗡 ]   ⟢   shal cap credit to STAR !

Person A: When did you get so peppy? Person B: Ever since I assumed I was dead, then I suddenly wasn’t. Person A: Then remind me to try to kill you once in a while. If I succeed, it will make me feel better, and if I fail, it will make you feel better. Everyone wins!                                   (credit)

[weltenwellen]

“The truth had claws, and they were sunk into his chest.”

— V. E. Schwab, A Conjuring of Light

[dovaeh-a]

        disapproval lingers about her in the air,    in the slight pursing of her features as she  surveys  every inch of him    ——    absorbing every sliver of information she can glean from this alone.    it is little to help her in any way and yet she does not stop even as she goes to speak,    forcing her  hard  tone into something more casual,    almost  successfully.    “i don’t believe we’ve met before.    solitude has added  another  thane  to its collection?”♡ @cruorrors   liked !

[cruorrors]

    “ oh ? there  aren’t  any  other  thanes  i  should  be  made aware  of  ,  should  there  ? “his  smile  ,  ever  grim  ,  helps  paint  the  eerie  crimson  of  his  eyes  ,  staring  into  her  .  there  was  hardly  ever  a  casual  motion  within  him  .    even  now    ,      magicka  hiding  more  inhuman  affectations  away    ,    it  would  ever  be  a  part  of  him  .    worn  deep  inside  ,    the  vision  of  curling  smoke  ,  licking  flames    &      onto  widening  skies  .    never  sleeping  .    always  hungry  .

        how  curious  .

     “  my  name  is  shalyth  vanoss  .  centurion  of  the  legion  ,  spellsword  .    should  the  blue  palace  have  need  , the  empire  shall  answer . and  who  might  you  be ?   ”