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Andrew Gn fall 2021 rtw p.2
Navalli has some Daddy Issues.
I guess you could say she's Bals deep in them.
Him: yeah, suck that dick
Me, has authority issues: you boutta suck your own dick if you don’t shut up
One thing about Rowan’s character that I enjoy is the question of morality when it comes to his feeding habits. Particularly, “Are you sure what you’re doing is actually moral in the greatest sense of the word, or are you really just grasping for excuses by saying X killed Y and is therefore up for the taking?”
Because, really, when it comes to selecting prey, all Rowan can do is his best. Except bandits and other lawless individuals often have families like everyone else in Skyrim. What they do is their way of life. Is killing and looting a good thing to do? Nope, but Rowan claims to take justice into his own hands when he kills some problematic sod, and I often wonder if that’s his right.
You can also argue that Skyrim is a hard place to live in, and everyone has got to eat, but what has always drawn me to vampires in general is their cognitive ability to feel empathy. They aren’t simply animals, unless they go feral. You can do a lot with them. Do they give a shit about taking mortal life? Are they the discerning type? Is it acceptable to be judge, jury, and executioner?
Also, Rowan is neutral good but he has a drive to make the world safer. That’s relative; it isn’t safer in the eyes of those he hunts. Everything is relative
I go back and forth with this same exact concept for Navalli. At the very least, she has the mentality of being more of a chaotic good, almost neutral good alignment in which she cares more about the freedom of others (and her own) than anything else, really. Anyone who threatens the freedom and peace of others should be taken out.
However, she also acknowledges that those people have lives and families and maybe they just got dragged into the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong people. Still in her mind, it’s sacrifice one for the good of many.
Also, in her mind, there’s always the “bigger animal” so to speak. She’s not crazy about the idea of vampires being “better” than mortals, but in terms of predator-prey relations, it’s true. That being said, vampires are the victims to Princes and the gods, who are ruled by the laws of the universe.
What she does now has very little impact on the “big” picture. She’d rather focus on the now and making peace for those in her immediate path than worry about the bigger picture, the entire world. It leads her to trying to live without any regrets.
Different characters, different views. Interesting to see their takes.
Send me a ↑ and I’ll create a moodboard/aesthetic for your character!
Ok, I’m not a big fan of these kinds of posts, but lately, I’m becoming more and more disheartened so I need to know if you’re out there.
Please reblog this post if you are willing to write with ‘un-shippable’ muses.
I’m talking about those muses who are perhaps elderly, who are married/taken and not liable to affairs, muses who are asexual/aromantic, or even just muses whose muns don’t really want to ship.
While I’m always happy that anyone would want to write with me, sadly, over time I have realised that my older/married/ace muses are very rarely (virtually never) requested. So please share this on your blog so that people know they can throw their muses at you who are not going to wind up in ships or with smut threads.
The Beginnings of War (pt. 2)
“Molag Bal!” She swore her call echoed throughout the entirety of Coldharbour. “I need your spiny ass here!”
“Ask me nicely, Navalli.”
Teeth grinding, Navalli answered the echoing, formless voice, “Please, Bal, I have somewhat important information for you, this isn’t the time to get pissy at my attitude.”
There was a whisk of wind and a thick cloud in front of her, and from it emerged her favorite person of all time. Or rather, her favorite Prince, since he wasn’t currently in a mortal form.
He stood before her, arms crossed and tail twitching impatiently behind him, no doubt in agitation to her demanding behavior. “I’ve never heard you so desperate to see me. You should use that tone more often, I think I like it.”
bite the vampire first to establish dominance
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Kee wouldn’t let him near her and Marc’s microwave after this incident
I’m in tears, this would absolutely happen.
I need more bad Kee and Kael text conversations in my life, let’s make more.
Whoops, I forgot I did this for Inktober! Posting it here.
Managed 22 out of 31 days (beating out my former record of 1/31 days), but it was just enough to draw one entire generation of Ramarys cousins + one dead guy. There’s too many mer in this stupid mess of a family, y’all.
you know whats a good trope? when a character sarcastically says “what should we do? [proposes outlandish and foolish plan]” and the next scene is them mid-execution of said outlandish and foolish plan
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The Beginnings of War
The flickering light of the hearth against damp wooden walls that could barely resist the storm.
The sound of beating rain on the rooftop. A leak in the corner of the room, the floor saved by a bucket below, drops hitting the tin between rolls of roaring thunder. The unnerving silence after unforgiving chaos.
The feel of her leather-wrapped blade handle under her fingers, of soaked fabric clinging to her skin.
The smell of wet pine and sweet red wine.
The taste of fresh poisoned blood on her lips.
But let’s back up to the beginning, shall we? There’s so much you missed. Don’t blink this time, or you’ll miss it again…
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“Why do I bother?”
Send my muse a word and they’ll tell you something about their past related to that word (Angst Edition).
For starting angsty, sometimes difficult, conversations. The words can be taken in any loose way the mun/muse can use them. Trigger warnings apply.
Nightmare Loneliness Forget Heartbreak Luckless Anger Confusion Neglect Fear Illness Death Loss Monster Misunderstanding Loveless Dark Painful Cold Disloyalty Abandonment Escape Break Injury Dissociation Panic Cruelty Lost Misfortune Lies Abuse Emotionless Blood Goodbye Incomplete Hollow Evil Noise Threat Unrequited Change
I really don’t know if I have the patience to do an entire outfit + hair/beard sheet in this style for Brynvald, mostly because he changes his appearance up countless times before he becomes a lich, but this is the most up to date reference I have of him without clothes right now, so I’m going to post it here.
The Beginnings of War
The flickering light of the hearth against damp wooden walls that could barely resist the storm.
The sound of beating rain on the rooftop. A leak in the corner of the room, the floor saved by a bucket below, drops hitting the tin between rolls of roaring thunder. The unnerving silence after unforgiving chaos.
The feel of her leather-wrapped blade handle under her fingers, of soaked fabric clinging to her skin.
The smell of wet pine and sweet red wine.
The taste of fresh poisoned blood on her lips.
But let’s back up to the beginning, shall we? There’s so much you missed. Don’t blink this time, or you’ll miss it again...
Maybe I’m an old man but goddamn, these vampires with blood dripping down their chins–that’s your food!! THAT’S YOUR FOOD!! Close!! Your!! Mouth!! You think some asshole slobbering chicken noodle soup or yogurt or clam chowder all down themselves would be sexy??? What makes you any different, you sticky-stained slackjawed screwball??? Close your mouth!! Use a napkin!! And for godssakes stop looking so smug, like, “Oooo, I’m a creature of the night look at what sustains me” yeah uh huh a fucking lack of basic hygiene is what I’m seeing and it is not impressive!! At all!! My nephews are three years old and they drool less than you do!! You’re how many centuries old?!?! ACT LIKE IT