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@myzzts
IN SOVNGARDE
Blackreach
BLOODBORNE SENTENCE STARTERS ( CHANGE PRONOUNS / TENSE ETC AS NECESSARY )
You’re a beast hunter, aren’t you?
We are hunters, the both of us.
Well, that’s most unfortunate.
If you have a change of heart, you know where to come.
There must be oodles for us to share.
May the good blood guide your way.
Good to see you safe.
There’s something I want to tell you.
There must be some safe place to run off to?
Around here, you are the only one I can turn to.
You understand, don’t you?
I knew you’d come back for more.
Whatever happens, you may think it all a bad dream.
Didn’t you see the warning?
How did you get in here?
You have the whole night to dream. Make the best of it.
I have nothing more to offer.
This night is long, but morning always comes.
Remember yourself. You are not a beast.
Isn’t it time someone put you out of your misery?
May you find your worth in the waking world.
Do the Gods love their creations?
Would you ever think to love me?
I do love you. Isn’t that how you’ve made me?
What a mess you’ve been caught up in.
Prepare yourself for the worst.
My glory days were long ago now.
The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me.
It’s enough to make a man sick.
It will be a long hunt tonight.
You needn’t concern yourself with me.
I can wait. I won’t be afraid.
I’ve much better ways to pass the time.
Don’t you have work to do? Go slit some throats.
Do you think I owe you something?
Don’t you come near me! I know your type.
What, you think I’m a beast?
He’s not to be trusted.
Not even death offers solace.
Have mercy on the poor bastard.
Throw yourself to the wolves.
My god is lost to me, so I must find another.
On a night like this… I took you for a monster.
Thank the stars you’re fairly normal.
This whole place is falling apart.
Do you hear the graveyard murmurs?
— The Earth is littered with the ruins of empires that believed they were eternal.
Hailing from deep below the earth in the ruins of a once-great city, Myzz’t is an enigmatic figure that seems to haunt it’s empty halls; Seemingly the last original resident. They have lived thousands of years beneath stone, although their never-ending quest for knowledge and unraveling the secrets of Aetherius has taken them all over Tamriel. An unfriendly spectre, it is difficult to determine whether they will help.....or hurt.
TES OC
18+ / Semi-Selective / OC & Crossover Friendly
{ rises from the dead bc i finally got a nice enough laptop that can play tes and ofc i made myzz’t
also! i made some huge updates to their backstory/various other things, so if you’re still here be sure to check them out!}
Apparat- Goodbye
Clanking of jewelry and the rustle of fabric-- a slim, wary figure emerging from the darkness, heavily tattooed and clearly on edge. Their shaven head betrays long, slim ears and ambiguous features-- a high elf perhaps? Or something else, indistinguishable. “Who are you?” they speak, tone was wary as their appearance.
15 Associations.
Reblog and fill in the answers you most associate your character to with each question.
1. Animal; Spider 2. Color; Teal/Black 3. Month; Evening Star 4. Song; A Lullaby In Tongues - Zola Jesus 5. Number; 90 6. Day or Night; Night 7. Plant; Venus flytrap 8. Smell; Cold and musky 9. Gemstone; Black soul gem 10. Season; Winter 11. Place; Blackreach 12. Food; Boiled dinner 13. Astrological Sign; The Mage 14. Element(s); Air 15. Drink; Water
Bold Your Muse's Preferences.
go into the future / past never age physically / mentally lose your eyesight / hearing the first / last to die in a group have it constantly dark / light extreme cold / hot weather have ringing in your ear / see hallucinations the deep sea / far in outer space be apathetic / ignorant get even / over it always tell the truth / lie change the colour of your hair / eyes to kill / be killed give / take bad advice
bold which habits your muse has
nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders
"But the ending is the same every damn time."
The vemer grimaced, thin fingers clenching and then unclenching; a clear show of their anxiety. The dwemer seemed to bring tragedy wherever he walked, as if some sort of magnetic force drew it to him. Myzz’t stared down at the corpse for a moment longer, and then leaned heavily against their staff, sighing.
“Unfortunately so,” they rasped, “But what can we do about it?”
{ new muse info }
Since I last came on, there have been some new developments to Myzz’t’s character-- more on their backstory and on their family, as well as just little nitpicky details. Fair warning-- I’m not a lore expert, so any help is super welcome! See under the cut!
{ some second era myz and myz with their spouse, the oracle. i redesigned their tattoos, too! }
Halsey {Sentence Starters}
"You know you're supposed to keep it."
"I'm bigger than my body. I'm colder than this home."
"Already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it."
"I didn't mean to fall in love tonight."
"I'm hoping you could save me now, but you break and fold."
"I find myself alone when each day is through."
"And I tried to hold these secrets inside me. My mind's like a deadly disease."
"I keep a close watch on this heart of mine."
"I promised myself I wouldn't let you complete me."
"You've got a fire inside but your heart's so cold."
"I'm meaner than my demons. I'm bigger than these bones."
"'Cause I've done some things that I can't speak."
"Is there somewhere you can meet me?"
"I find it very, very easy to be true."
"But the ending is the same every damn time."
"Goddamn right, you should be scared of me."
"But I don't have to fucking tell them anything!"
"These days, I can't seem to get along with anyone."
"All we do is think about the feelings that we hide."
"Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise."
"Would it really kill you if we kissed?"
"And there's a storm you're starting now."
"I just wanna feel your lips against my skin."
They could feel it coming. They’d felt it coming for months.
Tired bones ached more with each passing day, and they found that waking up in the morning and even getting up was a chore. It had been a long fight-- but then, 3000 years takes it’s toll, even on the best necromancer.
It would only be a matter of days, now. They could feel Aetherius calling, acutely aware of every little brittle bone, how each moved under papery skin, long worn from magic that kept age at bay. They wondered, briefly, which of their kin they would join-- would they go to Auri-El’s domain, and join their mother? Or would it be their father they disappeared into the Aether with, along with every other Dwemer that had lived. They did not want to imagine an eternity with their father’s kin; No, there had been enough of that long ago.
It took them a week to go. What felt like a hundred years, to them, but to their amazement, they were not alone, as they had always imagined they would be. That strange, new acquaintance was by their side, with a comforting hand to guide them into the beyond. They slid off into a dreamless sleep, tired, milky eyes sliding shut, breath slowing to nothing. The one called dovahkiin knew what to do; what remained of them would lie in the Forgotten Vale, until they became part of the earth once more. Their soul would join their kin, whoever they may be, and they would no longer be alone.
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Send 😭 to meet my muse as a lost child
✹ — The child’s teeth chattered against the cold as they waded through the snow in tattered, golden robes, olive cheeks flushed from hours in the elements. They hadn’t left the city for long-- they were just exploring, after all, and there was no harm in that...except for the fact that they were now hopelessly, undeniably, lost. Though the city had been large and confusing, it had at least been familiar. Now, cold and alone, Myzz’t did only what any lost child would do-- plopped down right where they were standing in the snow, and began to cry.
“Ahah- so you’re here for the same reason?”
His voice falls into a meek manner, yet it’s noticeable that his stance hasn’t yet fallen from his once confident stance. It was unease on whether they were on the same terms or not.
“How far in are you, if I may ask? I must know if I should venture further to find my own spot to hollow or-?”
☽ – Myzz’t leans against vir staff, coy expression giving way to one of genuine curiosity-- This knight becomes increasingly confounding as the conversation wears on. “I am afraid I do not know what you refer to.” ve purse their lips, eyes narrowing as ve think, trying to piece together a meaning. Hollow? Rot, perhaps? No, can’t be right...