[thehauntingdaily]

requested by @madeleineengland

[daintysilverfox]

Winter aesthetics 🎀

Fur coat : Kiabi (similar here)

[hedevours]

       ——- TES oc ; information 

[hedevours]

       ——- TES oc ; information 

[reddeathh]

♚-------------------- never invite vic to your wedding or royal event, she’ll show up in this dress made of hagraven feathers dipped in dwemer metal and gold smelted. yes she made it herself. 

[etherealyrics]

famous last words - my chemical romance

[reddeathh]

♚----------------------- snow drifts effortlessly through the air, weightless and beautiful it catches on the drafts of cold air that sweep by. she loved it, every bit of the frozen tundra that consumed the northern stretch and holds -- she longed for the beautiful greenery of her familiar plains but something about the snow white wonderland she’d come to know seemed more like home than anything. the crunch of each step you took and how the chill accompanied you like a loyal friend brought a smile to her pale lips, her green gaze sweeping along the beautiful span of winterhold. practically ruins in their glory she admired the fallen buildings and gaping hole that seemed to be plucked from the scene, a piece torn away and swallowed by the sea. 

                               her boots sink into the snow as she draws closer to the hold, a hopeful gleam stings at her eyes as she takes a deep and freezing breath. how long had hope been what carries her on? what fueled every inch of her being that without it she would wither and collapse like a draugr without magic, she had become nothing but her own hope. fire tresses are drawn back beneath her hood keeping her ears warm as she embraces the cold and welcoming each bone chilling draft, the college coming into sight as she keeps moving. the soft snow falling all around leaving the towering building appearing like a mirage in a dream, her gaze shifts upward to admire the structure and beauty.

                              caught in her own thoughts she doesn’t anticipate the giant dog that barrels toward her, the weight of heavy paws knocking her into the thick and cold snowfall. an exclaim of surprise falls from her lips as her hood falls off her head and she’s met with wet and slobbery licks to her cheeks and forehead, the sudden surprise slowly fading and leaving her laughing. hands come to catch the giant dog and keep it at bay a overflowing smile stretched across her mouth as she sits up, hands coming to smooth against the animals fur and ears. “ well aren’t you are sweet one? y’know you cant just go around stealing kisses from girls and knocking em to the ground? “ a scrunch of her nose as she presses a kiss to the dogs nose before her gaze snaps to see another girl walking toward them, the dog snapping to attention before darting to her. she blinks gaze focusing through the snow flurry before her heart stammers in her chest, “ anne? “ 

♚--------------------- @divinitystained​

[reddeathh]

So any takers to help write Vic contracting sanguinare vampiris and she’s struggling to find a black soul gem to cure herself — and she’s fighting her hunger and trying to cope with not being able to see the sun anymore.

[reddeathh]

♚------------------------- she bristles as the air around her seems to thicken, her crimson gaze shifting to look around. its silent and still an odd thing to occur within the woodlands she’s canvasing, unusual indeed for even when she scoured through the underbrush did she hear chorus’ of crickets and other creatures stirring. she understood, they were hiding from something even more dangerous than she had entered their home. she listens ears reaching out to see if she can pin point where this other predator may be but nothing comes back to her, crimson eyes are wide as they look all around. 

                                   survival is her best game. its one she’s been the greatest player at and refuses to lose, and her back presses into the bark of the tree she’s perched in. gaze scanning the forest floors for anything or anyone, even she could sense it in the air as it got thicker and heavier with every passing second. something clawed behind her diamond ribs -- a former friend she’d adapted to having when even she was too afraid to fight, her sense of self preservation clawed at her without rest. tongue pressed to the bottom of her lip she waits still, despite the frantic fear curling in her throat she waits eyes keen and narrowed. she wanted to see what could cause such unease. 

                                 fingertips gouge the branch in anticipation as a looming shadow draws closer and closer, piece by piece can she make out what he looks like. towering, brown hair, and even from where she sits she can not miss the translucent blue eyes that seem to be looking right back at her. the hair on the back of her neck rises as she keeps eye contact with him, and for the briefest moment through her frantic and animal desire to run her mind can only attest to how even with those gut chilling eyes he is still pretty. she doesn’t wish to speak, but she knows he can already see her and there is no sense in remaining silent. “ what are you? “ 

♚--------------------------- @putrifyre​

[matrcm-blog]

           * 　♡　 𝐈  𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇  𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃  𝐌𝐄    when  i  was  younger  .     now   i    stay   up   all   night   and   weep   ;      the    ghosts    of    everything    you    have    loved    &&    lost    come    back    to    haunt    you    in    your    sleep   .      (   promo   credit  !!  )

[reddeathh]

♚--------------------- footsteps are quick as she hurries past the growing crowd, the shouts and calls that can be heard over head only capturing her attention for a split second. yet another man stood up on the chopping block, how many times had she trailed through this hold for trade and found murder on the tips of everyone's tongue? too often. her head snaps away as she presses forward through the throng of people, shoving and baring her teeth at anyone who looked at her odd. hypocrites. small frame navigates to the overhangs and archways beyond the crowd, a breath of relief let go as she smooths a hand over her leather and presses on. 

                            it wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy people, she loathed the gathering for death. death was personal and death was quiet -- what hellish tyrant believed ones death should be paraded around as punishment she wasn’t sure, but for the sake of her not gaining a bounty or starting a brawl she’d keep her opinion to herself. hands card through her hair as she makes her journey toward the shop front, a touch to the pouch at her side for a vote of confidence as she slipped in through the heavy wooden door. eyes flit around the shop curiosity burning in her gaze as she slowly wanders further in, a faint smile tugging at her lips. 

                           teeth capture her bottom lip as she catches sight of a glass jar with a dragonfly inside drawing closer to admire the creature, she can only see a shimmer of silver out of the corner of her eye before her head snaps up to look at the elf gazing at her. a sheepish grin stretches across her lips as she looks up at her, admiring if only for a brief second how tall and beautiful she was. “ are you the mage everyone is raving about? “ 

♚---------------------- @anchryte​

[reddeathh]

.....me deciding to make a tes oc .... yes

[reddeathh]

♚ —————- “ a vision– a vision caked in blood, her tresses matted with gore she was a vision. a w a r in flesh, legs that had kicked kingdoms to the ground. she was–IS a vision….a vision in R E D. “ 

credit

[reddeathh]

—————- Like for a starter in Victoria’s Skyrim verse. 

[reddeathh]

‘ don’t allow the world to take your kindness ’

♚——————– lips are pressed firmly together, eyes blinking to fight back the sadness that wells in her chest and makes the taste in the back of her throat bitter. was she truly that despicable? how many times had she been cast aside, or cursed? the number was unknown, but too many times had these wounds been given to her heart. brought into the world knowing cruelty and only finding solace in her sister was enough, but somehow there could be more. there were others who saw past her differences and her flaws – others that opened their arms and welcomed her into their embrace and chose her. 

                             its why lips tremble and her face tucks itself into the crook of hilda’s shoulder, desperately wishing to curl up and hide away from the world around her. teeth bite down into her bottom lip willing it to stop its quiver, fingers curling into fists as she folds her arms into her chest. always so bold and so brave, to reveal such pain makes her stomach curl – but its the soft stroke of a hand over her wild red curls and the gentle tone of hildas voice that makes her pain ease bit by bit. her lips press firmly together as she takes comfort in the soft gestures hilda always seems to give her, sad crimson eyes lifting up to look at her. 

                             her words are soft and tired, every ounce of her aching is in each syllable as she looks to the warmth that is hilda. “ i’m so tired of being kind – the only good it ever gave me was you and my sisters, nothing else. “ she states with a shake of her head a hand coming to cover her face, and her resolves returns slightly. lips no longer threatening to tremble but sadness still heavy in her gaze as she rests her cheek on hildas shoulder voice low and tired. “ the world took my kindness so long ago, we would be strangers today. “ 

[reddeathh]

♚--------------------- she springs from the waters surface, red curls sopped and heavy as she beams happily. oh she loved diving, loved the frigid waters of dawnstar and the crisp cool waters of falkreath they seemed to be her favorite. water droplets fall from her lashes as she whips around to look at her fellow traveler a arch of her brows and shes wading toward the other woman with a grin, “ Lira, do y’think when we reach morthal the waters will be as nice? I know its quite a bog in that region -- but i’ve heard some mystical tales of vampires and ninroot wine! “ She’s reluctant to leave the rivers waters, the lazy current smoothing around her calls her back. 

                              she obliges its call, tiny frame drifting back away from the bank into the deeper waters she treads. red locks spread out like wild fire against the waters surface, two world colliding it would seem. teeth catch her bottom lip as she laughs to herself head thrown back as she dips beneath the surface once more, the salmon caught in stream scurrying away from her. she’s content to remain beneath the surface for forever if she could, but alas she must break the waters tension and rise a softer smile stretching on her soft maw as she drew closer to the waters edge. bare feet pressing into the damp silt as she sat next to lira measuring a safe distance of space so she wouldnt get water on her armor. 

                               “ i dont’ fully understand y’know? “ she says softly her voice gentle and low as she leans forward onto her knees, shoulders lifting with her brows. “ i’m not dense or anything, but you and your fellow men -- i understand that this mission is something important yeah? but i’m lost as to what the cause is. i don’t know what you’re fighting for or who you’re fighting -- but i’ll do my best to help you with whatever it is so long as you need me. “ she says gaze shifting to look at the other woman earnestly, a soft nod as she clears her throat and smiles sheepishly. 

♚--------------- @ulfhrafnx​

[reddeathh]

♚---------------------- the evening sun is comforting on her face as she reclines in the tall grass, the soft chewing of her horse at her side gives a sense that they are the only two in the world -- but she’s reminded that isn’t the case by the nuzzling in her side caused by Fig. A green eye peels open and cuts to look at the ball of burgundy fur curled into her hip, the affectionate fox always seeming to ground her when she drifted too far. a soft tug pulls as her lips as she shuts her eyes once more face stretching to soak up the fading rays of sunlight. she relished moments like this when she could escape from the noisy bustle of the holds or the daily life and strife of the small villages, utter peace was enjoyable. 

                                Fig stirs at her side and Sholt shuffles on his hooves, the sudden alert sending her into an upright position. Brows furrowing as her head whips back and forth red tresses dancing with each movement, her gaze peering through the grass and at the boulders edge. The silence echoing around them oddly suspicious, sending the hairs on her forearms high into the air. Carefully she shifts to her knees resting on the as a hand stretched out to Sholt with a fond pat, Fig darting out into the grass eagerly. 

                              A flare of platinum shoots past the corner of her eye and she’s up, bow aimed at the ready from its resting place across her lap. Keen gaze taking in the sight before her, a tall ( well taller than her anyway ) woman standing a good yard or two out from where she rested. Fig hurriedly scurrying back to coil through Victoria’s legs and watch warily at the pale beauty, and she was a beauty something she could only compare to in stories. A ruby brow arches as her arrow remains steady her voice level but not an inch of hostility can be found, “ If you’re heading west, be warned there is a foresworn camp not too far off the path and they had watchers. “ 

♚ ------------------------ @galethei​