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outofchara. i finally finished my space-murder son, noble six.
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My head is bloody, but unbowed.
William Ernest Henley, from “Invictus” (via lifeinpoetry)
tundraviolet.
Nerevarine Dreams.
folaolc.
THE FIELD IS EMPTY, SLOSHED WITH GOLD. THERE MUST BE AN OBJECT SO LAND A MAN THERE, SOLID ON HIS FEET, IN A FIELD FULLY FLOODED, THE LIGHT ON HIS SKIN AND BOUNCING OFF HIS SKIN. HE’S EASY TO DESIRE SINCE THERE’S NOT MUCH TO HIM, VAGUE AND SMEARY IN HIS OCHRES, IN HIS UMBERS, BURNING IN THE OPEN FIELD. FORGET ABOUT HIS INSIDES, HIS PLUMBING AND HIS FURNACES. PUT A THING IN HIS HAND AND BE DONE WITH IT. NO ONE WANTS TO KNOW WHAT’S IN HIS HEAD.
outofchara. when you did the navy seal copy-pasta on @glorypast‘s wall of text.
“Did I deserve that?” / smokebled
PENNY DREADFUL / open.
crimson punctured the still waters of a nearby lake, morphing once placid ambiance to voracious bloodshed – when was the calm not a storm ‘neath ASHEN SKIN, cinders tickled the edges of his scars ❪ mental & physical ❫, inclination to propel himself off this cliff? the rise & fall of his chest was EXCRUCIATINGLY SLOW, as if the cogs that determined the fate of all life stalled with years of rust. a silent auditor to this man’s recollection of his narrative, gaze fixated on autumn leaves falling from the tree he sat up against.
did i deserve that?
a question he BLUDGEONED himself with daily, each step guiding him further to answers always out of his reach. all he can hear was the quiet lull of his soul, beating in tandem with the war drums of his heart.
‘ – no. ‘
mayhaps alvohyr finally encountered a parallel entity.
‘ you did what you had to do, & those who shame you are the ones at fault. ‘
❛ –––– fear not, for i am watchful // ind. nerevarine of es: morrowind. ( personals, do not reblog )
sneakysnakeyassassin.
Indoril Nerevar died for your sins.
fifteen associations.
khluryar.
reblog and fill in the answers you most associate your character to with each question.
animal. snake. color. crimson. month. november. song. twilight hammer. number. three. day or night. night. plant. chrysanthemum ( white ). smell. oak wood, charred grass. gemstone. topaz / citrine. season. summer. place. nowhere & everywhere. astrological sign. scorpio ( the thief ). element. fire. drink. red hippocras.
gives him a flower crown tbh.
a gift confronted with uncertainty, shrewd sanguine gaze slowly readjusted to the item in his hands ( disfigured by wounds ARCHAIC & MODERN ). these were habitual – weapons & armor ordinarily situated at feet back in morrowind, fervid worshipers & illustrious champions striving to acquire the nerevarine’s affections. but he was conscious ( ephemeral hours of dawn & dusk when this world SPURNED HIS EXISTENCE, torturous recollections of sins past & present, betrayal’s grudge everlasting ) of the offering’s candor. fingers pulled down cloth that veiled the lower-half of his visage, disclosing jarred ash – consequence of ancestors’ folly.
‘ … thank you, inquisitor. ‘
empyrean flora on brown stems, white & blue in pigment. ( his mother once wore a dress with these colors. )
outofchara. list of things i head canon for branson cullen ( there’s like zero info on the dude other than him being the younger brother of cullen & having a son ).
directs this to @leonicor.
someone: *holds alvohyr’s hand*
alvohyr: DEATH.JPG
person: compliments me
me, fighting through 25 layers of self hatred:.........thank....you......
fightersuggestion.
fighters don’t quit; we stand until the world around us crumbles to dust, and we’ll rise. we’ll rise again.
i-am-dedsec.
Xfiles music plays.
@jibushin.
21. What kind of relationships do they tend to intentionally seek out versus actually cultivate? What kind of social contact do they prefer, and why?
development // closed.
first, an acknowledged quality: he actively manipulates everyone – it matters not your relationship to him. if confronting an individual who either 1) has the capacity to sabotage all he endeavored to earn or 2) was one of the multitudes of those who goaded him in years past, alvohyr will establish a convoluted scheme to ruin them internally. masquerading as a cordial, weathered vagabond takes no effort: when chances demonstrate themselves, there will be meager time for his target to climb out with everything in equilibrium. he actively explores for SOVEREIGNTY – at the cost of men, women & neutral persuasions who ponder on him with undiluted contempt.
distance is PRINCIPAL to the nerevarine, whether that is by assembling falsehoods from thin air or purposefully wrapping them around his finger ( this is how he conquered the socio-economic hierarchy – utilizing their forte against nobility, guard & civilian alike ). he is downright numb to harvesting authentic friendships. if anything, they seldom crop up but if it happens, alvohyr is an obstinate dunmer & will combat the person’s advances.
ironically, he is willing to converse with just about anybody – HOWEVER, unwarranted small talk easily bores him & unless it is not obligatory to current business, one may find themselves absent of an audience. fleeting contact is preferable to prolonged discussion: strangers won’t be able to cement a secure connection with someone who keeps backing out at random intervals.