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Dalamus has multiple AUs, some of which have their own sideblogs dedicated to them. Some sideblogs which I may follow for are:
Lovedbydeath (sideblog for inspiration material or writing/art references)
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Noamuth (Baldurâs Gate 3 AU)
"I do what it takes to survive. And I don't care if that makes me a villain." - @quanalil
Dalamus sips from his wine and makes a flippant hand gesture before he speaks. "Believe me, I understand, and I hardly care, either. Do what you will. Just do not endanger my loved ones, and do not put the Dawnguard on high alert. This is all I ask."
Good? Bad? Who cares? As long as the people he loves are safe, that is all that matters.
"I'm not scared of you." From Haleth
Dalamus had been so careful--careful in his words, in his actions, in his movement, to hide his vampirism. He normally drinks from his stash of preserved blood, but there is occasionally a desire--an urge--to hunt. To chase, and catch, and feed. It must have been a while since the last hunt. He was sloppy this time, both in the capture and the feeding.
Haleth finds him in the woods of the Rift, sat in seclusion with a weakly struggling young buck laying across his lap. One arm holds its neck close to keep its legs from being able to strike him while the other grips tightly one of its antlers to bring its throat up to his mouth. The bite is not clean--there are scratches and gashes where the buck had struggled against the grip of his teeth.
He is covered in blood. The growls coming from Dalamus as he grips tight on his prey do not sound like something which should be possible from a humanoid's throat.
When Haleth first stumbles upon him, Dalamus glares upward at her with the fierceness of a predator ready to defend its kill--until recognition takes its place, and then horror. And then shame.
"Haleth..." he says, with a voice gruff from growls, as if he had to remember how to form words.
As humanity settles back into his expression, he drops the dying buck and reflexively wipes at his face, only for his hand to come away crimson. "I.. I am sorry." Sorry she had to see him this way, find out this way. Sorry he had kept it a secret all this time.
'I'm not scared of you.' she says.
Does she mean it?
"I will not hurt you, I swear," he says quietly, pleadingly. "I may be a monster but I am not dangerous to my friends."
"You're not a monster. You're my friend."
The vampire responds with a small smile.
"Two things can be true at once, but thank you, Veresa. The feeling will pass. It always does, eventually. Having a friend near certainly helps it pass more quickly."
"I don't know where the blood ends. Where my hands begin."
Dalamus' eyes soften with sympathy, and he takes her hands in both of his. Though his hands are cold, he squeezes hers warmly.
"Your hands are here," he says gently. "I feel them. Their warmth. I cannot speak to how much blood they have seen, but I would be a hypocrite to judge you for it. You are a good person, Veresa."
AND WEAPONS DON'T WEEP: STARTERS
a collection of dialogue prompts for or about characters who have been treated or trained as weapons by others, valued only for their capacity for violence, destruction, and harm. trigger warnings for mentions of murder and violence. change & alter as needed.
THE WEAPON:
"I'm not proud of the person they've turned me into. But it's all I know. And it's too late for me to change now."
"If there was ever any good in me, there's none left anymore."
"I don't know where the blood ends. Where my hands begin."
"I do what it takes to survive. And I don't care if that makes me a villain."
"I'm good at hurting people. I'm not going to apologize for doing what I'm good at."
"I'll never know who I could have been if they hadn't made me into this."
"This is your fault! You did this to me! You're the reason I'm like this!"
"Don't try and get close to me. You'll just get yourself hurt."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm... I'm not very good at being good."
"I don't really know how to be gentle."
"I'm not nice, and I'm not going to pretend to be. Deal with it."
"They made me a monster."
"They're all afraid of me. And they're right to be. You should be, too."
"I know I'm a villain. I don't need you to tell me that."
"Look at what they did to me! Look at what they made me into! It's their fault! They ruined me!"
"I wish they'd just killed me. I wish they'd just killed me instead of turning me into this. Being dead is better than being a monster."
"I know you're scared of me. It's okay. Everyone is."
"What does it matter whether I feel guilty about it or not? I still did it. Being sorry doesn't change that."
"Who am I if I'm not a monster?"
"No one could ever love me after everything I've done."
"Why aren't you afraid of me? How can you not be afraid of me?"
"I don't even know who I am without them pulling my strings."
"You want me to be the villain so bad? I can damn well provide."
"I don't want to be like this anymore. I don't want to hurt people. I want to be gentle. I want to be good."
"Who am I if I'm not what they've made me?"
"I don't need a weapon. I am one."
"Do you think I have it in me, to be good?"
THE WIELDER:
"You look so beautiful covered in somebody else's blood."
"And where did this little crisis of conscience come from all of a sudden?"
"You don't get to say no to me. Not after everything I've done for you. You owe me."
"You belong to me. You're mine."
"Where would you be without me? Who would you be without me? ...That's right. So let's try and be a little more grateful, hm?"
"I gave you everything, and this is how you choose to repay me?"
"I made you! You're nothing without me!"
"You don't make the rules, darling. That's my job."
"You are a dog, and I hold your leash. Never forget that."
"I didn't make you a monster. I just brought out what was already there."
"Look at you, coming when I call, eating out of my hand, doing everything I tell you... such a good dog, aren't you?"
"You think you can just walk away from me? Where are you going to go? Nobody else could possibly love a sick thing like you!"
"Monster is such an ugly word. I prefer to think of it as... helping you reach your fullest potential."
"I've got you trained so well, don't I?"
"I thought you knew better than to disobey me."
"Do you really think you can be a hero? After everything you've done?"
"Well, then, if I really ruined your life like you say, why don't you just kill me? We both know you're good at that."
"This is all you're good for. Don't go getting delusions of grandeur on me now."
"You couldn't survive without me. Don't ever delude yourself into thinking otherwise."
"I give the orders. You take them. Not the other way around."
"Destruction is really the only thing you're good at, darling. Take that away, and what's left?"
THE OBSERVER:
"You don't have to be what they tell you to be, you know? You're not stuck. You can change."
"You're not a monster. You're my friend."
"Being gentle doesn't come easy to you, does it?"
"You're a good person. I'm sorry they made you think you aren't."
"You kind of have a little... blood... on your face. ...Don't worry, I'll get it for you."
"I'm not scared of you."
"So, have you ever... you know... killed somebody?"
"You're sick, you know that? You're really sick. I can't believe you seriously do this kind of shit."
"Look, I know who you are. I know what you've done. And I'm not running away from you. You can't scare me off."
"You really are a monster."
"Why do you listen to them? Why do you take orders from them? You don't have to obey everything they tell you."
"So, let me get this straight: you know how to kill a man fifteen different ways, just with your bare hands, and you wouldn't even break a sweat... but you don't know what to do at a party?"
"You're not as mean as you want everyone to think you are."
"You say you're not a dog. So why do you blindly follow orders like one?"
"You don't have to do this. You don't have to be like this. You can choose your own path."
"You really are as bad as they say."
"Don't touch me. You have blood on your hands."
"I know you won't hurt me. I trust you."
"No! Stay away from me! Don't come any closer!"
"The world isn't just heroes and villains. You don't have to be one or the other. And just because you've been one doesn't mean you can't be the other."
"You don't have to listen to them. You don't have to obey."
"They don't get to decide who you are. No one but you gets to decide who you are."
Argonians who don't have forward facing eyes and have to turn their head slightly to look at you, they've got a blind spot immediately in front of and slightly below their faces
âShimmerene, originally. I left due to a difference of opinion between myself and the current authorities of Summerset on how my magical talents should be used.â A slight note of bitterness touches her tone for a brief moment, but her smile returns as she holds her cup to her face to inhale the fragrant aroma, then takes a long sip of the delightfully warm tea.
âBeen wandering ever since. Skyrim is an incredible place from what I've seen so far. Some of my people would have you believe our lands and architecture are more impressive than everywhere else, but that isn't true at all. Everywhere I go here I see something new! Did you know there's an entire city built in a dwemer ruin? And even here in Riften!â She gestures around them vaguely, âA city that partly floats on the water! Do you realize how amazing that is?â
Long ears perk up in interest, earrings jingling gently as he peers over the steam of his tea at her. "Ah, Shimmerene. I have heard that it is beautiful, though I have not been myself. Being surrounded by judgemental Altmer is not my idea of a good time, and they probably would not like me, either."
It is nice to hear a new opinion on Skyrim, he thinks, as his tea cup warms his hands pleasantly. Elenna speaks as the excited adventurer she is, and he cannot help but smile at her enthusiasm. "I suppose I have taken for granted the ingenuity of it after living here for a few decades. Nordic architecture is as stubborn as its builders, it seems--if they have a goal in mind, they figure it out."
A bit of caution seeps into his voice. "Dwemer ruins are fantastic structures, but they are filled to the brim with traps, as well. Do be careful if you are intending to get close. But also... bring me a souvenir." He ends his warning with a smirk. "I have only ever entered one briefly, and refuse to go again, despite the admirable stone- and metalwork."
after doing BG3 Dal's jewelry, I feel like TES Dal's jewelry is lacking lkhjsdfg
though to be fair, BG3 Dal makes it himself. TES Dal doesn't have that luxury.....
STILL. he deserves more jewelry
TES Dal: âThe tea is still warm, if you would sit and rest. It is lavender and snowberry.â The cold does not bother him in the slightest--in fact, he enjoys the clarity that comes with the chilling of the air--but even he is glad for a warm drink as winter settles in.
(No idea where they're at. His home? His porch? A camp? The Ragged Flagon?)
âThat sounds divine. I don't think I've ever been this cold!â Despite this, and the heavy fur cloak she pulls tightly around herself, she sounds much more excited than uncomfortable. The fragrant scent and the promise of a warm drink did seem perfect right about now. The altmer leans over the porch's railing to look up at the clouded sky once more before turning back to join Dalamus.
âDo you think it'll snow? I hope so. It never snowed in my hometown.â
Dalamus smiles pleasantly and pours her a cup of tea, the mildly fruit-sweet aroma reawakening to fill the air between them. Amusement softens his gaze when she joins him at the porch table. 'Excited to be cold' is not a common sentiment he hears from people, after all, but at least she is prepared. In fact, it makes him realize that he forgot his fur cloak in the house. He only wears his normal attire despite the chill.
He sips from his cup with a pleased hum. "Oh, I am certain it will. Perhaps not as heavily as the northern cities, but in the dead of Winter we still get some snow."
Another sip. "Where is your hometown, if you do not mind me asking? What brought you to Skyrim?"
â you seem friendly, but so does a bear before itâs chewing your face off. â (you don't have to answer all of these I just couldn't decide on only one lol)
"I see no reason not to be friendly," he says with a tilt of his head and a grin. "Much like a bear, I simply ask to not be poked."
â skilled, lethal and good-looking. yep, itâs a curse. â
Dalamus flashes his teeth in a cheeky grin while long pointed ears perk up at the praise. "A blessing, you mean."
â if one of my enemies wouldnât pay to have me killed, iâd take it as a personal insult. â
"Agreed, of course. But does not the price also deserve scrutiny? For an enemy to think your skills so poor as to be bested by a two-bit assassin is rather insulting, as well."
âOh, that's worse if anything. At least if they don't want me murdered, I can chalk it up to my endlessly endearing charm. But a cheap assassin? Now that's just offensive. It's like they don't value me at all.â
"Exactly. To want you dead so much to send someone after you, but still think that death is only worth a handful of septims... Your skills deserve a little more consideration than that. And you deserve to have a bit of fun defending yourself, otherwise it is just a chore. At least make it a challenge."
â if one of my enemies wouldnât pay to have me killed, iâd take it as a personal insult. â
"Agreed, of course. But does not the price also deserve scrutiny? For an enemy to think your skills so poor as to be bested by a two-bit assassin is rather insulting, as well."
love the idea of Dal flashing a grin and someone is like ...were his teeth particularly long..? naw, that's silly. it's just Dal.
people will rationalize a lot and so i firmly believe most people will not immediately jump to "Vampire!!" over a single--or even a couple--signs
others will, of course. it depends and there's nuance etc etc
reblog if you are firmly against the use of AI in roleplay spaces. this is not the place for AI-written drivel or generated images.
Since Spooky Season is nearly upon us, if anyone wants their character to discover Dal's vampirism in a particularly gruesome fashion, let me know :3c
OR someone who already knows could find him idk after he lost control. or something.
