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maaaaaaayn.]

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[its been a while.]

[rp-suggestionbox]

Interview my OC about questions that has no easy answer.

1. Which should be saved – a bus full of innocent lives or a loved one?

2. You meet a man who has killed someone and done time for it before. Does this factor into how you treat him? Will he ever truly escape that sin?

3. If you could jump back through time to save a loved one’s life, would you? Despite what it might to do the timeline? To everyone else? Do you believe it is their fate to die regardless?

4. You have a secret you swore not to reveal. But this secret is the only thing that would prove your innocence in a separate matter. Is it worth risking your own well-being for the secret? Or would you betray the trust given to you?

5. Is it better to hurt others before they hurt you or let yourself be walked all over and hurt by others?

6. If you tell the truth, an evil person gets to walk away free. If you lie, you may be able to send them away like they deserve. Is honesty worth more than justice?

7. You have the key to immortality in your hands. But not for free. If you want it, as a price, your worst enemy also gains immortality. Is it worth it?

8. If you could gain as much money as you want for losing a sense, would you do it?

9. Can people be held accountable for things people close or related to them did or are they innocent?

10. If a lot of people, possibly innocent people, have to die in order to make a real change, is it worth it? Can you live with their deaths even if it helps people in the present?

11. Imagine there is a beast that craves attention. If you ignore it, despite being deadly, it will leave you alone. Could you live like that? Even if it possibly attacked others? Would you try and challenge something that unknown?

12. If someone else stole something and you stole it back is that a good deed, a bad deed or one of equal worth? Are you better than the original thief?

13. Could you sacrifice yourself for the good of everyone else?

14. What of love? Say you discover your lifelong crush on another has finally been reciprocated… but they are currently dating a family member or a dear friend the crush feels responsible to honour. Do you force the break up? Date on the side? Bottle it up forever?

15. Is lying to others to gain their approval more important than being genuine and hated?

16. Have you ever contemplated killing someone? Who and why? Would you ever act on it? Are you frightened you might?

17. Have you ever gotten sheer joy out of hurting someone else, either physically or mentally? To whom and why? Did it scare you?

18. Have you ever done something morally wrong? If it’s morally wrong do you regret it?

19. What is more likely a thought to you – that this world is wrong or that you are wrong?

20. Are there people in this world who, no matter how much time and penitence is given, should never be forgiven?

21. Are there people in this world you simply think the world would be better without? If you could erase them out of existence without physically murdering them, would you?

22. How do you feel about having an intimate relationship with someone you don’t love? What if they love you in return? Does that make you feel guilty?

23. Could you ever become your own hero? Is that a role you can fulfil or is it something you look to others for?

24. How do you feel about tears? Are they cowardly and weak? Do you cry? Would you consider that shameful?

25. What is more important to you? An idea of yours being used and appreciated or the credit for that idea beings yours and yours alone?

26. Is your personal happiness more important than anything else in the world? Than fame? Than the happiness of others?

27. How far would you go to achieve a dream or ideal? Does it matter who suffers? Does it matter if you suffer?

28. How long would you wait for the one you love? A year? Fifteen years? Forever? Could you honestly be loyal to an unfulfilled love?

29. Is genius equal to hard work? Does a genius deserve praise for doing well without effort? Are they above us?

30. Do we live in a world of parallels? Can there be no hope without grief? No happiness without suffering? Or is a utopia possible?

31. What is more important to you? Being respected and praised by your elders or being looked up to and championed by those younger or of the same age?

32. If you could choose to remove certain feelings such as anger, confusion, sadness, would you remove them?

33. If you could wipe certain memories from your head, would you? Why would you? What memories?

34. What path appeals to you more? An exciting dream that leaves you possibly penniless and alone or a drab existence where you have steady success.

35. Is every person in this world wholly unique or can they be categorized? Can they be grouped and mentally dissected? Are you just another sheep in another flock or are you the sole unique soul?

[chaoticmusing]

Reblog if your character lived on the streets for a time in their lives.

[cutelittlerpmemes]

Submit pictures of what you think my muse should dress up as for Halloween

Originally posted by gameraboy

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👢 fashion choice

“Bein’ that my profession needs to attract crowds, I needed a real minstrel’s outfit. Like most people, though, there was no way I’d let myself wear tights, at first. When I rode with my first show, I never wore them outside of a gig. I even quit it all together when I left. Let my music do the entertainin’, you know?”

 “Folks in Daggerfall, though, they’re tough about outfits an’ appearances. If I went in a tavern wearin’ shit-shoveler clothes, tsk tsk tsk.” He shook his head. “Not a chance. They’d throw you out near th’ pig den, on th’ shit heap. So I had t’ wear those goofy clown clothes again, tights an’ poofy pants an’ all. Was rough at first.”

A hoarse chuckle. “Nowadays I can’t help but love the rags. Makes me have more.. whatcha call it, importance. An’ believe me or not, people actually take me more seriously! Like I said, it’s all about th’ appearance. They know I rolled with th’ big wigs in the minstrel scenes in High Rock. It’s like a badge.”

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💨

Hazred hesitated before he spoke, wary of the impact his words could have on those who’d hear it. Suddenly noticing his parched throat, he took a vigorous swig of water from a travel canteen, an unusual choice for the often-inebriated halfmer.

“Y’know,” he held in a small burp. “I have my gods. Aur’yel, Trin’mac, Zar-zees, Mara, Cirra-bane, an’ whatnot.” He continued, unaware of his mispronunciation. “An’ if you told me to pick between th’ Aedra an’ the Daedra, I’d pick th’ Aedra.”

A gruff sigh. “You wanna know somethin’? I’ve never met a damn Aedra in my fuckin’ life. Never talked to one, never seen one, an’ hell, they’ve never even answered a damn prayer o’ mine. The Daedra? They feel.. realer.”

He opened his eyes very slightly, enough to show the black spheres which took their place. “They’ve shown me their faces, an’ answered my prayers.. an’ I fell for their tricks. I’m not sayin’ I worship any of ‘em. At least, not anymore..” He paused.

“What I’m tryin’ t’ say here’s this: It’s just unfair that th’ worser choice between th’ two just so happens t’ be the only ones really doin’ anythin’ in this world, y’know? I don’t even remember what happens when you die after you spent yer whole life in a temple. What happens in Aetherius, anyway? At least I know what happens with a Daedra--”

He paused there, not wanting to dwell on afterlife any longer.

[dienli]

Send a symbol for an unpopular, weird, or unhealthy thing about my muse:

👎 trait 💨 belief 💩 opinion 🕳 intrusive thought 👢 fashion choice 🍬 food choice

[arcuhnecrom-archive-deactivated]

Greetings, fellow TES role-players! 

If you’ve become stuck in a rut with your muse lately, unsure of how to get them to interact with other muses, or if you’re simply bored and would like to devote your time and energy into a little project, well then, allow me to present: THE ELDER SCROLLS RP COMMUNITY AUTUMN HARVEST FESTIVAL!

What is it?

This community festival will be a one-week IC event that takes place between the 1st of Frostfall and the 7th of Frostfall! {October 1st through October 7th.} The event entails a large festival that all of the TES rp characters {both oc and canon alike} are welcome to attend! There will be food, dancing, games, contests, and other forms of entertainment all for the purposes of celebrating this year’s Autumn Harvest!

Do I have to participate?

Your muse is not obligated to attend this event, though they are highly encouraged to! There will be absolutely no discrimination on who is allowed to attend the festival! Whether your muse is good, evil, or somewhere in between, they are welcome!

How do I join?

If you decide that you would like to have your muse attend the festival, simply reblog this post. Then, at some point before the festival takes place, make a separate post with all of the details below filled out:

Guest name:

Race:

Gender:

Date: {Optional – if your muse so chooses, they can ask another muse to be their escort to the festival.}

Outfit: {Description or picture works.}

And please make sure that you tag all of your ongoing posts related to the festival with the appropriate tag: #tes autumn festival.

What sort of activities will be held at the festival?

There will be plenty of things to do at the event! At the moment, I am still coming up with ideas on what all will take place, but so far, I’ve come up with:

– a talent show

– a riddles game

– an art contest

– races {both on foot and on horseback}

– sparring

– an archery contest

If you would like to make a suggestion to add to this list, feel free to PM me!

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As of now, this is the most I can concoct for this little project. Please, if you’re interested, reblog this promo {or reblog it simply to spread the word}, and I sincerely hope that I see your muse attending the festival!

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Black Marsh

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therunawayscamp:

The crew listened to the story with more than usual patience and even, in some cases, interest, the older sailors clutching their tankards without drinking from them while they followed Hazred’s words. There were suitably impressed hums at the mention of a king – always a good start to a tale, giving it some real weight – and murmurs of empathy surrounding his description of the banquet.

Not that they were without some unrest. It was best summed up by Drasonval, who, at the end of the story, nudged Vilayn in the ribs and muttered,

‘He don’t just play better than you, Mister Vi. He tells a story better, too.’

This was a challenge – from his own crew, no less – which couldn’t be ignored. Vilayn waved a hand, and then, for Hazred’s benefit, gave an unnecessarily theatrical sigh.

‘We can empathise, sera. Mister Drasonval, do you remember when Queen Barenziah commissioned us to transport our future King home to Mournhold?’

Drasonval, who had barely begun his schooling when Barenziah was on the throne, let alone learned enough to be entrusted with navigating a brig across Tamriel, swallowed his mouthful of ale hurriedly, in order to add his own story.

‘Oh, aye. It were almost as bad as that time we was asked by the Emperor to deliver a peace treaty.’

‘Or when we were expected to lead the celebratory flotilla into Vivec City.’ Vilayn sipped his drink. ‘Anyway, what I’m trying to say, sera, is that these mishaps mishappen. With a talent like yours, no doubt you’ll have countless other chances. And I’m told there’s some kind of war in Skyrim, because if the Nords aren’t fighting other people they’re fighting themselves. Good time for making fortunes, wars. Nords think eating like a pig and drinking ‘til your guts hurt is the height of etiquette, too, so you can’t go wrong.’

His brows raised and he’d nearly opened his eyelids, a quick eye being able to see the pitch-black darkness behind them.

These were incredible-sounding stories, and even if he hadn’t the slightest idea what a flotilla was, where a Vivec City may be, or who a ‘Barenziah’ was, they would make for great listening.

“Y’think so?” He grinned. “Really ‘ppreciate th’ understandin’. An’ from what I’ve experienced, Skyrim’s a grand place, apart from all th’ fightin’. Hopefully, if I ever perform in them longhouses of the Jarls, they’ll know how t’ have a real feast.” A chuckle. “None o’ that fancy shmancy, fork an’ knife nonsense. Jus’ grabbin’ an ox leg an’ havin’ yer fill.”

He finished the rest of his mug, and lifted his lute to idly play a small, somewhat quaint improvisation. “Really’d like t’ hear all these ‘ventures in Vivec City, or.. Mornin’s Hold, was it? I’m all out o’ stories, fer now.”

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thelittlestimperial:

“Of course, we have more than enough room. Besides, with a little music on the road perhaps I’d lose less men in the winter.” That was a bit dramatic, but the spirit of it was true enough. The men who worked for her hated the cold as much as she did, and while the coin was good, being so far from home took a toll.

“We’ll be travelling to Falkreath, through to Riften. It’s a bit close to the border, but we should be safe enough. If there’s anything you need, you can speak to Cesare, he manages most of our travel concerns.” Jocasta stood, gathering her embroidery. “Mind you, there are always risks. Bandits, mostly.” 

She hesitated a moment, not sure what she should say. “It’s been a problem before. We are well guarded, of course, but… you’d best keep a clear head.” 

He leaned back, sinking more into the bed and noticing the wet spot that the melted frost on his body had made. It was uncomfortable, and caused him to change his position a few times, but he ultimately decided to just lay down and ignore the damp sensation.

“Sure thing. All you have t’ do is tell me when, an’ I’ll be ready fer travel. Maybe after t’night, though.” He stretched his arms and legs, and curled his toes. “Only ‘cause by t’morrow, I’ll feel a lot better.”

However, before he’d begin to sleep, he looked back at Jocasta one more time.

“An’ another thing--th’ name’s Hazred. Hazred Mhosem. Sorry I didn’t tell y’ earlier.. guess I was jus’ eager t’ know how Cyrodiil's fairin’ these days.” The halfmer chuckled, before descending back into his original position.

[shesnipes-archive]

This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-”  etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction.

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thelittlestimperial:

“I don’t know if they have, and things there are… tense.” Jocasta admitted. There was a hint of concern in her voice, through she tried to hide it. “But I will certainly tell them what I’ve heard. Mind you, the Naevius name isn’t much. My word alone may not be enough to earn you an invitation, but perhaps it will get you some time in a Jarl’s hall.” 

His time playing for courts in Cyrodiil would probably be enough to get him a job in Falkreath - the brat who sat on the Jarl’s throne there was perhaps a bit overfond of Imperial culture. She had seen it a hundred times, provincial lords who wanted to emulate greater houses. “If you would like to travel with my caravan, I’m sure we could make some room for you, at least until we reach another hold.”

The offer was out before she had actually given any thought to it. Still, it wasn’t a terrible risk, was it? How much trouble could he really be? 

Hazred’s lips pursed at her response. 

It would take a while to figure out the nature of Skyrim’s politics, as they seemed both familiar and outlandish. He was used to the political nature of places like Hammerfell, High Rock, Cyrodiil and Elsweyr (the latter of which relatively alien on its own, but nevertheless was accustomed to by Hazred). However, the first thing he heard about Skyrim’s inner turmoil was that it all started over a shouting match. Or, something like that. 

His brows raised at her offer, and he craned over to her direction, beaming. “You’d.. you’d do that fer me? I’d be glad to come!” A wheezy laugh. “Got nowhere to go, anyways.”

This is it, Hazred thought. It was finally time to put his gift to good use. He would have one more go at fame, and it would be up to the gods whether he succeeded or not.

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Describe your first interaction with daedric magic.

“It was a few years after th’ Great War, in a lil’ village called Pell’s Gate. I was young, back then, an’ I didn’t really believe th’ dangers of the Daedra an’ their trickery.”

Hazred rubbed the scarred portion of his face. “Was with a friend o’ mine--” he suddenly shook his head, “no, a former friend o’ mine. If could find ‘im now, I’d-- anyway..” He wafted at the air. 

“He wanted me to meet some people he knew at the village tavern there. We waited for a few hours into th’ night-- must’ve been th’ next day by then --an’ suddenly these two women come in with a dog. One’s an Imperial, the other’s a Bosmer. Th’ dog they had with ‘em was real strange. It wasn’t until we all reached a bridge outside of town when the damn dog spoke.”

“Said his name was Barbas, and he was Clav’cus Vile’s servant. I was a lil’ scared, t’ be honest, but when th’ dog shape-shifted I nearly ran fer my life.” He chuckled. “Damn dog made its head look like mine. Scared th’ wits out of me!”

He pursed his lips and shook his head again. “Don’t play with th’ Daedra, now. Wasn’t a good investment for me, an’ it possibly couldn’t be fer you.”

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Describe your first time taking moon sugar.

He scratched his jaw.

“Worked on a moon sugar plantation back in th’ day. Th’ cats there call it ‘je’m’ath’, and used t’ use th’ stuff like you would with chaw. It helped with th’ monotony of work by curbin’ appetite, as well as givin’ you a lil’ boost. Plus, you don’t get that tired feelin’ ‘til you spit it all out. Workers gave me a box o’ the stuff, ‘cause I told them I could handle it.”

Hazred snickered. “First time I had it was in chaw form. I was bouncin’ around a lil’ bit, only ‘cause chaw ain’t too intense compared to other types o’ moon sugar. Didn’t feel tired ‘till I spit it all out in th’ evenin’. By Aur-yel, I fell flat on my bed and didn’t wake up ‘til the next day. Good way t’ keep your sleep regular, I s’pose.”

[necrofia]

"Describe your first ____." Finish it in the askbox!