Vivienne & Orion @foreversilentvivienne - Tumblr Blog

Posts

ooc;; I’m in love with this art commission of Vivienne by Rizky (Art Station). I’ve haven’t had a commission done of her in almost 10 years and I’m sooooo happy with how this came out. 😍😍

#oc #art #art commission #;; ooc

apotomelimma:

the bard makes a precious squeak of a noise when she garners near him. his own little solider is just about to come to attention when she leaves him high and dry (not to mention chuckling). no where is there to be seen the sexual deviant from the night before. instead, it’s a light hearted prance after the good lady.

A few hours into their journey, Jaskier consults his map (even if he doesn’t need to). He splays it out as big as it’ll go as if he is a blind man. “Blavekin.” He hadn’t been to the village ever before. Geralt tended to avoid it for the greater good. No such thing, the witcher would remind him in a none to gentle tone.

“You know, it’s been about 80 years now since the white wolf was there,” he mused aloud to make conversation with Mrs. Vivienne.

“They White Wolf? Though I’ve heard some of the songs they sing about him, I’m not all that familiar with his travels.”

Being one who traveled where the money led, she had never came across Blavekin other than as text on a map.

“If the village has coin, then it has my interest.”

#apotomelimma #th: broken string #v: toss a coin

livedtough:

Independently, though maybe as some other part of the traits shared by all Dragons, all of those with Riders, anyway, Thorn, when Murtagh, too, eventually fell asleep (he remained awake longer than Vivienne, out of what was likely pure paranoid stubbornness), moved his own wing over his Rider, to protect him the same as Orion did Vivienne. Distrust between all aside, there was undeniable similarity.

For a while, a Murtagh could not know how long, he slept. Thorn was in a state between wake and sleep, body resting but mind alert, prepared to protect his Rider if necesary. After a time, though, while Murtagh rested, Thorn’s red eyes opened.

A beat passed as he assessed the surroundings, and his head rose to look, eyes on the sky, looking into the trees. Something was here, something was coming.

Wake.

Though he enjoyed the respite, Orion felt the unease waft off Thorn like a bad stench. His eyelids peeled apart and he began taking the worlds with his sense. A musky, haunting scent filled his nostrils as the eastern wind carried a dangerous threat their way. He spat a hot ball of green-flame into the sky as he hustled to his feet, voice booming in Vivienne’s to rouse her into action. The creatures diverted from the fire and fluttered against the darkness like bats, vanishing as the green illumination disappeared.

Vivienne clambered for her sword and squinted into the darkness. She could not discern how many nor if joining in aerial combat was safe. Eyes darting toward the smoldering ashes, she found the shadowed figures of the others. As much as it concerned her (and Orion), she reached out telepathically.

Murtagh, what do you and Thorn perceive?

#livedtough #th: ruins #v: free at heart

overlordmorzan:

“The Varden is becoming ever more confident, I’m told. So we’ll need a plan that can be quickly implemented… even if it’s necessary to be conducted behind your father’s back. He’s not exactly collaborative. I doubt he much trusts me these days anyway… As the years pass he loses more of his rather faint grasp on reality. Even so, I do have the fortunate role as his closest friend. I can get away with so much more than anyone else, and we will take advantage of this observation.”

Uttering a sound of acknowledgement, Vivienne poured herself a glass of wine and helped herself to the expensive liquid. As she savored the sweet taste, she pondered the others Rider’s words. He knew her father well, far better than she ever dared. She lifted a finger and gestured toward Morzan.

Is it time, perhaps, we seriously consider a change in leadership for the Empire? She thought to him.

#overlordmorzan #v: kingsheir #th: all I ever asked

overlordmorzan:

“Oh? You made it? Very well then. Enchanted, I would hope? Either way, it is lovely… as far as teas go. Thank you, my dear.” Morzan smirked, theatrically kissing his teacup as his gaze remained on Vivienne.

Vivienne leaned back, a sly grin curving her lips.

“I don’t think I need to waste energy on an enchantment to charm you, Morzan.”

#overlordmorzan #v: kingsheir #th: bandages

rp-meme-glaceon

Want me to gush about my OCs?

Send me a “🖊+an OC“ and I will talk about that OC! It can be a headcanon, a fun fact, a small paragraph of backstory- anything!

Alternatively, send in just a “🖊“ and I will talk about any one of my OCs at random!

#memes

foreversilentvivienne

Being a mage and a mercenary isn’t all what it’s cracked out to be. Either the COIN’S TOO CHEAP, the WINE SUCKS, or ❝ IT’S TOO DANGEROUS ❞

This multi-fandom fantasy muse is ready to take on any world she’s thrown in to. (ind. & semi-sel. | Written by Mel )

credit.

#// self promo #// repost

“How fascinating.”

Lady Vivienne sat on the edge of her chairing, nearly begging to hear more. While most women of her stature would be afraid of monsters and otherwise scary things, she was quite fond of them.

“Tell me more.”

@overlordmorzan

#overlordmorzan #th: heard a rumor #v: tbd

overlordmorzan:

Galbatorix stormed out, slamming the door without a touch. He was impossible to discuss anything with.

Morzan sighed, gaze returning to Vivienne. “You’ll have to help me find the right person to use. I don’t think… any of them know Lydia, so perhaps she is an option. But whether Durza would go for that is anyone’s guess when he’s still recovering from Eragon. He knows what he’s capable of.”

There was a curt nod as Vivienne began analyzing all the persons in her mind who could be up for the task.

“I have a few persons in mind. I’ll be able to provide you a candidate by the morning.”

She said, moving from her position by the fire to take her father’s seat. If he wasn’t going to drink the wine, she was.

#overlordmorzan #th: all I ever asked #v: kingsheir

overlordmorzan:

“I know. But I’ll be fine. Of course, I’d be better if I did had something stronger than tea. If you bring me something else, I’ll try to eat.” he suggested. He would however continue to drink his tea.

“I really could use a massage too.”

“I’m not a servant.”

Vivienne hissed, the teacup moments before her lips. He may be her elder, but she was not his to order around.

“You need to heal, alcohol will only hinder that. Drink the tea I made for you. Your appetite will come back soon enough.”

#overlordmorzan #th: bandages #v: kingsheir

livedtough:

Hesitantly, Thorn hums his pleasure at the idea, a simple dragon noise, so it was heard by all, and Murtagh turned his attention to look at him, to give a flicker of a smile at his joining the conversation. He supposed it was something almost…genetic, in a way, that a dragon would yearn to meet someone larger and greater, to meet those of legend. It was not entirely unlike humanity, aspiring to greatness to meet some great god. Even thorn, who, too, had met Shruikan, longed for more.

As she spoke, as the fire died, he looked at her. He hadn’t thought much about sleep– not that he ever did, but this time, while talking with her, he hadn’t much considered the after. But he was tired too, wasn’t he? Of course he was. It had been so long, after the time in the crypt, especially.

All he said, though, was, “I won’t.”

He looked at Thorn, then. Will you sleep?

Thorn, in a soft, grumbling tone, I do not want to. I do not trust them.

Murtagh nodded. I would like to stay awake as well, but I cannot guarantee it after the day I had.

Thorn hummed gently, I will watch over you.

Orion was not surprised at how swift slumber fell upon his Rider. She was halfway through a sentence when sleep took her. Concealing her with his wing, Orion shifted his forelegs to comfortably rest his head upon them. Days of worry were now over, and though he had great distrust for the others, sleep overcame him as well.

---

Far, far off, a collection of beings gathered for the first time in centuries. They’re pleasant small-talk was cut short as they discussed the matter at hand: the destruction of the Megin Crystal. A hushed silence fell upon the party as they each contemplated what actions to take. While lost in their thoughts, a shadowed figure emerged and offered a suggestions: apprehend those responsible.

A murmur of agreement echoed through the chamber and the figured clapped his hands together as he spoke again,

“Then it’s settled. Shall we send the beasts, then? Or do one of you wish to handle this?”

“Beasts, let’s test their skills first.”

“Tear them apart with tooth and claw!”

He laughed at their bloodlust. “Beasts it is.”

#livedtough #th: ruins #v: free at heart #{ up to you if they make it through the night or are ambushed immediately }

apotomelimma:

there was an indignant sound. “right, but what if we get separated?” he asks in curiosity as he falls into the direction they had been dictated by the coin. jaskier’s eyes scan their surroundings. the village wouldn’t be a miss. lousy townspeople anyhow.

the bard gives a smile that is somewhat a miss. he plays his part well, the being helpless without being helpless. his fingers drum across his chest where a silver dagger is carefully wrapped into his doublet.

“hypothetical, dear, i’m sure we don’t be. although, in the event that we are to be separated, i do hope you go looking for me.”

he is a wanted man by man and wife alike.

hiding his sausage in the wrong pantry is a terrible cornerstone of his personality. he should have been an incubus or something.

“Of course I would.”

A flirtatious smirk accompanied her words as she sauntered over to her. She placed a finger against his chest and let her hand walk its way beneath his chin. Drawing him, almost close enough to breathe in his scent, she whispered.

“You have all the coin.”

She freed him from her grasp.

#apotomelimma #th: broken string #v: toss a coin

livedtough:

He felt himself growing slowly more comfortable, and he didn’t like it. But Thorn was with him, and he would hardly allow himself to slip so far that he would let either of them come to harm. They didn’t need to be friends, didn’t need to trust each other. They were only talking, only having a conversation. He was with himself, and so he was safe.

As for her answer, he wasn’t entirely expecting anything terribly deep, or with any truth to it. He was just musing, just wondering. “Yes,” he said, giving a slow nod, “I think I’ve heard of them.” He’s spent much of his free time as both a child and a prisoner of Galbatorix reading what he could get his hands on, and he believed Greyfolk was a term he had come across over his years. If there were more lands than Alagaësia, surely there were more people, and if there were more people, they couldn’t be the only ones to have developed.

As Orion offered his input, and Murtagh considered it. “Maybe there are others out there, then. I hardly imagine that dragons could be kept to one land for long.” Such large beasts with ability and drive could fly wherever they wanted, and likely had.

It is my hope to encounter another, perhaps wiser, dragon than Glaedr. Imagine... meeting one that could rival the legend of Belgabad.

Orion hummed his thoughts, which Vivienne relayed for she too closed her eyes to imagine. Of course, how could she imagine the largest dragon of all time? The largest she had ever seen was Shruikan, and it was difficult to believe a beast larger than him.

The sky grew darker as they continued to talk and a yawn muffled Vivienne’s words. Their campfire was nothing but smoldering ashes that barely flickered amber.

“I hope that I can trust you won’t try and stab me in my sleep?”

Vivienne jested as she stood to find a semi-comfortable sleeping spot beside Orion. He was not about to leave her alone with a stranger, but he was going to attempt some sleep as well... perhaps not a full slumber.

#livedtough #th: ruins #v: free at heart

apotomelimma:

The head on the coin beams back at them. “Ah, left, would you look at that—“ That means they’ll be able to do that bounty hunting he’s heard so much about. Secretly pleased, Jaskier smiles to himself.

“I’ve heard about some stuff there through the grape vine, you wouldn’t believe —“ he said and seemingly interrupted himself somehow, “We should grab some supplies before we leave. Practicality prevents death, you see.”

Food, flint maybe, refill their water — anything really that could be of use that wasn’t in Jaskier’s small pack. Maybe a few toiletries. He was after all with a lady and civilization couldn’t be altogether abandoned.

Seeing the head of the coin glinting in the sunlight, Vivienne nodded, satisfied with a new direction. She gazed over at Jaskier as he spoke, immediately intrigue on what he had to say. It was in her favor to listen had he any intelligence on the road ahead. But it seemed his wandering thoughts got the best of him, and she grew frustrated on his change of topic.

“We can hunt on the road, unless you have a taste where fresh game doesn’t strike your fancy. I wouldn’t worry too much about water either, less you don’t have anything to carrying it in. Fire too. We’ll manage quite well.”

While she may have shared all of her physical self with the bard, he knew very little about her and her capabilities. Her connection and training with Chaos saved her what little money she had. Starting fires and sourcing water was the least of her concerns.

#apotomelimma #th: broken string #v: toss a coin

leneemusing

less cringy NSFW/intimacy memes

ACTIONS: (add + to reverse who does the action)

✦ to finger my muse ✧ to give my muse oral ☆ to get caught doing something sexual in public ✻ to catch my muse masturbating ✸ for a drabble about my muse having a sex dream about yours ❆ to tease my muse ❁ for our muses first time ✶ for something awkward to happen during sex ♢ for something to make our muses laugh during sex ♤ for my muse to help yours undress ☽ for my muse to have trouble taking off an article of clothing ♧ to guide my muse’s hands where yours wants to be touched ♜ for my muse to kiss an area where yours is insecure ♞ my muse gets a cramp during sex ♦ my muse sneezes during sex ♟ my muse says the wrong name during sex ✪ for our muses to be intimate in nature © for morning sex ✘ to eat food off of my muse ♕ make your own scenario

WORDS:

“god, you look so good” “fuck—” “i got you, baby” “you’re being so good for me” “i promise i’ll be a good” “please” “you have to be quiet if you want to cum” “say please?” “are you gonna be good for me?” “shit— i have to pee” “wait, that hurts” “not there” “that feels so good” “touch me here” “did you just yawn?” “you make me feel so good” “do you like this?” “i want to hear you when you cum” “i’m so close” “i need you” “how much do you want to cum?” “turn around” “your fingers feel amazing” “i’m yours” “you’re mine” “tell me you’re mine” “you sound so pretty when you moan” “harder” “wait—” “is this okay?” “say it again” “i love you”

#// meme #rp memes #// nsfw