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sometimes people doubted if he had a heart at all. truth be told, he had one, but it had been SHATTERED multiple times, thus it had FROZEN so no one could touch it, break it again. && when caesar stood there so tall and proud, face painted with the red of the old statues of JUPITER OPTIMUS MAXIMUS, he was for the briefest of seconds no longer a mortal, but a GOD triumphing. A GOD WITHOUT A HEART.

#(ehh i'm probs going to delete elle)#(my muse's just so LOW??)#(anyways this is where u can find me)#(self promo. )

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#(pokes elenwen with a stick)#(s tAHAp i hate having no muse)#(out of character. )

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#(im back)#(my apologies for the absence)#(out of character. )#tbd

@foturmaer

❛do you understand the thalmor want only the best for tamriel?❜ lips are curved in a slight smile, elenwen knows this is an intricate question, but her curious nature as THALMOR AMBASSADOR (and former TORTURER) makes questions fall past her lips before she can stop them.

#(idk)#foturmaer #Dragonborn. (Skyrim era.)#(IN CHARACTER. )#(convo: Fidelma)#cw torture

@anhelans

❛tell me, what brings you to this... to skyrim?❜ it’s not often she sees new faces at the embassy — rulindil keeps himself busy with futile things such as the guest list. && the faces she generally sees here are those of BARBARIANS nords.

#(screams bc i'm so slow)#(and it trash)#anhelans #Dragonborn. (Skyrim era.)#(IN CHARACTER. )#(ahh indira varma is a great actress)#(convo: Haina)

great tumblr fucked with my replies.

#(out of character. )#argl

thief

“— 𝔚aven didn’t speak ILL of me? The world must be coming to an end.”

The Argonian’s tone is dry, words dripping with SARCASM as she eyes the Altmer carefully. She had a distrust of the Thalmor, & judging by the way Elenwen is dressed, she must be one of their higher-ranking members. Lovely.

“𝔜ou needn’t worry about me worshiping Talos. My allegiance lies with Julianos. The patron to Mages suits me far better than some once-mortal man.” But she does believe that Talos earned his place among the Divines - she just won’t say that aloud. Not when one of the Thalmor is present. Elona allows her gaze to shift back to the stand in front of her for only a moment before she turns away, giving her full attention to Elenwen. “𝓘 hope you’ve got a GOOD REASON for coming to me.”

she flashes a sardonic smile at the remark, her gaze following the argonian’s towards the stand. a good reason? elenwen has always reasons. everything is planned out, fits into the BIG SCHEME OF THINGS the thalmor have. even visiting mere hamlets such as riften and talking with thieves, ❛darling, if maven spoke ill of you, i would’ve been talking with one of your colleagues.❜

and that is true. elenwen only desires the best of the best. she won’t have mediocrity. neither do the thalmor. mediocrity leads to FAILURE. look at the empire. ❛i, as a matter of fact need information. and the lesser people involved with it the better.❜

&& the lesser people she has to SILENCE afterwards.

#axgonianmage #(convo: Elona. )#( queue. )#Dragonborn. (Skyrim era.)

ZEKE GLOWERED AT the female in front of him. The way she tried to bat him away, with that practiced disinterest, only made him feel — suspicious. Perhaps, it was just the fact he was growing desperate since Kharjo decided to go missing.

❝ If you know where he is, and are withholding information from me — I will strike you where you stand! ❞

❛ dear, mind your tone. alinor and elsweyr are ALLIES, not enemies. ❜ the dominion binds cat and mer together, though it’s no guarantee for hospitality. the cat is bold, certainly, she has to admit that, but there’s no way he can take her on. not at all, she’s one of the most powerful mages the thalmor have in their ranks. the best of the best, ❛i am elenwen thalmor ambassador to skyrim.❜

#(convo: Zeke.)#( queue. )#zekethekhajiit #Dragonborn. (Skyrim era.)#(el omfg)

another barbarian

﹙ ʟɪᴏɴᴇss. ;;

“ See Maven or spend time with your hand amp; trying to turn things in your favour?”

MJOLL STANDS steadfast, unmoving & definition of STUBBORN. Imperial influence shall not be tolerated, when they are upon the LEASHES of the Thalmor, who seek to SILENCE & CONTROL.

“ Perhaps I ought give you a scrap of cloth, lest you feel the URGE to clean the shit off their shoes. “

❛i thought nords were hospitable, but it seems i made a mistake.❜ her lips curve into a MINUSCULE smile, but she doesn’t humor the words. elenwen is as proud as she’s cunning, and it’s maven who’s going clean the shit of her shoes — or at least, so she intends. a gloved hand is extended, ❛elenwen, THALMOR ambassador to skyrim. with whom do i have the pleasure?❜

#bravurai #(convo: Mjoll. )#Dragonborn. (Skyrim era.)#(queue. )#(jesus elenwen pls)

ULFRIC

His hands had already clenched into fists, his knuckles gone white, and his teeth gritted tightly, when Elenwen was escorted into the throne room. Ulfric was not sat on his throne; he stood tall at the head of the wooden table, his hands folded behind his back to hide his tension, and his eyes narrowing at her unwelcome sight. He had told Galmar he was unsure if and for how long he was able to face her without giving in to the temptation to tear out her throat and rip off her head – but he had promised to try his best to keep his infamous short temper from forfeiting him. He would try and play along this game as long as he could keep it up for. Ignoring her disgusting greetings, Ulfric harshly gestured at one of the benches. “Sit her down.”

❛sit ME down?❜ the words are hollowly echoed, the shadow of a smile still on her face; though golden hues harden. his hands forming fists, knuckles paling, the gritting of his teeth, oh, it’s nothing new to her. windhelm’s jarl showed his SECRETS to her during the first war. she’s gonna make use of her time here. gather intelligence. use it when she returns to alinor. ❛darling, first of all, where are your manners? secondly, i sit myself down, and when it pleases me to do so.❜

#( queue. )#taloswatchoveryou #(convo: Ulfric.)#(IN CHARACTER. )#Dragonborn. (Skyrim era.)#(EL PLS)#(goddamn she's just unbearable)

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#(I apologise for the absence!!! but i'm back here with muse)#(out of character. )

anotherskyrimscreenshotblog

#(this... - Skyrim. )#(queue. )#(i f you hadnt realized yet el HATES skyrim)#(as much as i do hate the arles bust)

thewickwheat

Lets get some powerful ladies up in here!

(I went with #10 for this one)

#(visage.)#(Delphine. )#(The Blades. )#(Art. )

mvriya

#(Ulfric Stormcloak. )#(Elisif the fair.)#(Jarls of Skyrim. )#( queue. )

@taloswatchoveryou.

❛Ulfric,❜ she acknowledges him with a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, remembering the days when ULFRIC STORMCLOAK was only a broken piece of mess begging at her feet to stop. It is unfortunate — especially for her, if only the civil war could rage on a bit longer — the Empire lost. ❛It is so good to see you again, darling. You truly do have a wonderful palace.❜

#(IN CHARACTER. )#(convo: Ulfric.)#Dragonborn. (Skyrim era.)#(*screams* THEY RE GONNA KILL EACH OTHER)#(imao ulfric can have captured her in a stormcloak victory && hold her captured bc of ransom idk)#(i can also write great war verse if you want)#taloswatchoveryou

zekethekhajiit-archive

@jvsticiar

❝ HAVE YOU SEEN a grey-furred khajiit around? I need to find him so I can kick his ass for running off on me. ❞

jvsticiar-blog

Lips are pursed — she doesn’t even bother to recall if she has seen a cat around, why would she even? She’s Elenwen, the first Emissary to the CURSED country that is Skyrim. ❛No, I fear I have not. Perhaps kindly consider asking someone else?❜ She almost catches herself saying wasting instead of asking — bad for a DIPLOMAT.

#(convo: Zeke.)#(IN CHARACTER. )#Dragonborn. (Skyrim era.)#zekethekhajiit #(*waves* hellooo! also i apologise for elenwen omg)#(screams in the void bc tumblr is fucking up my postss);

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When he saw that he was beset on every side by DRAWN daggers, he muffled his head in his robe, and at the same time drew down its lap to his feet with his left hand, in order to FALL more DECENTLY, with the lower part of his body also covered. And in this wise he was stabbed with three and twenty wounds, uttering not a word, but merely a groan at the first stroke, though some have written that when MARCUS BRUTUS rushed at him, he said in Greek,❛You too, my CHILD?❜ All the conspirators made off, and he lay there lifeless for some time, and finally three common slaves put him on a litter and carried him HOME, with one arm hanging down. —— Suetonius; Life of the DIVINE JULIUS.

#(this is my trash son)#(self promo. )#(i believe i have a skyrim verse tucked away)

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