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One of the romance ships I’d love to do with Iri, is for her to fall in love with an archetypal “lone wolf” style mercenary & the complete opposite to her personality. In a total hateship at first they realise they bring life to each other...
Peer into my muse's memories
❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile
💙- A sad memory that makes them cry
💛- A memory that makes them feel angry
💚- A memory that makes them feel guilty
💜- A memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad
💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely
❣- A memory that leaves them laughing
💕- A memory about their significant other
💞- A memory about their children
💓- A memory about their friends
💗- A memory about a good deed they did
💖- A memory that made them feel special
💝- A memory that made them feel loved
💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding
💟- Wildcard!!!
writing style: author from the 1800s with a severe love of commas whose sentences last half a page
Send “Meet your son/daughter.“ to hand my muse their newborn child.
Send “I’m not okay.” for my muse’s reaction.
Used and Betrayed Sentence Starters
“Was I just a replacement for you?”
“I thought you really cared about me…. I guess I was wrong”
“I did nothing to deserve this! Not from you…”
“You were my everything, but I was your nothing”
“My fault for getting so excited and thinking you actually cared, huh?”
“Why…? Why do you do this to people??”
“Of course I used you, what good are you too me? To anyone?”
“You’re so worthless, you should thank me for it!”
“Using you was cheaper than hiring a professional”
“Don’t feel too bad about it, you were useless anyway”
“It must hurt, but if feels great to be the reason why”
“You deserved it, nobody would love something like you”
Have your muse confess anonymously their thoughts about my muse!
It’s up to the asker to reveal their muse!
Irïdessa Elwën Rosewood
“stars hide my fires; let not light see my black and deep desires”
Indie fantasy roleplayer | 5 years experience
Bretony / Halfling
| About | Rules | Verses |
Headcanon: Miraak hires Irï as his tailor and she is completely naïve to who he really is? All powerful dragonborn but the gods help him when he tears his tunic and she has to mend it
imfhduf !!!!!! I LOV!!! she’s like ‘are u fuckin srs i JUST made this robe’‘well i said it was a battle robe’‘what kind of a battle robe has a three foot train’‘MY KIND OK IRI DID I HIRE U TO SASS ME’‘no but u hired me to make u clothes and if i’m gonna keep doin that ur gonna have to be alive to wear them’
M: ur stabbing me w/ ur needles!!
I: i swear 2 the gods ill stab u somewhere else if u keep squirming!!1!
I’m not Heavy headed I just carry Too many memories.
jiteshkhanna (via wnq-writers)
{closed roleplay for @finsaraan }
IV: Dragonscales and Thimbles
Irïdessa wrapped her loose shawl tighter around her shoulders. The cool wind of Sun’s Dawn in the morning almost chilled her to her bones. The misty sun had only just risen above the horizon as she left the city gates and the sanctuary of Solitude. Irï gripped her shawl tighter in one hand and her wicker basket in another.
She was not planning to venture far, just a little off the paths in search of some blue mountain flowers she could steep to make cloth dye. She saved money this way and found the colours more pure and intense. Irï had not lived in Solitude long but loved the hustle and bustle of the metropolitan life. She lived in a small apartment above a leather worker's shop and was beginning to make a name for herself as a skilled haberdasher to almost rival the Radiant Raiment.
The flowers were needed to dye some imported silk from the Summer Isles for a commissioned dress. Normally she couldn’t afford such material but it had been gifted to her as part of the design. The Thalmor Embassy in the heart of the city was hosting an evening ball and an Altmer noblewoman had ordered a tailored floral dress for her daughter’s debutante. Irï would have given anything to have seen such magnificent robes, but she knew she would never fit in. Her own dress was simple cotton in a dark mossy green colour and already looked aged, and she was constantly mending her favourite brown shawl. With the cost of taxes and materials increasing, she preferred to spend her small remaining allowance on food than looking au courant.
Yet her good fortune was slowly increasing and she knew who to thank. After leisurely picking her flowers and listening to the beautiful morning birdsong she knew she would have to make a detour to the shrine of Kynareth before returning to the city. Even though she was far away from her family farmstead Irïdessa knew she must thank her family deity for her fortune and remember her family. She would leave some flowers and a small bag of septims this time, she mused.
As Irï walked through the wild grass that was almost as tall as her, she noticed something peculiar a few meters ahead. Was that a man laying in the indented grass? What in the gods name was he doing laying on the hard ground in the early cold morn? Perhaps he was injured and needed her aid, she thought rushing forward to offer him help.
Irï stopped abruptly.
What if it was a trap and there were other men laying in wait to steal her money? Foolish girl she thought, glancing quickly around. There was no one she could see and without the coverage of trees she realised she would see an advancement. Irïdessa carefully approached him, was he dead or unconscious?. Looking down on his motionless body she noticed his attire, the brocade was so beautiful and carefully stitched, he was clearly a nobleman but it looked so dated. Unsure she gently placed her hand on his shoulder and attempted to stir him.
“My lord...are you quite alright?”
this ask meme is based on the blog gravesuggestion. i’ve divided it up into two categories ( light & dark ) based on the themes. some of these can be somewhat triggering seeing that the darker ones deal with a lot of death mentions. please be cautious before continuing on!!
L I G H T
‘ at night i dream of you. ’ ‘ don’t give up yet. you still have time to fix things. ’ ‘ falling in love with someone else is not a personal attack. ’ ‘ i am still so weak when it comes to you. ’ ‘ i can’t believe i let myself let you down. ’ ‘ i don’t care where we go when we die, as long as i’m with you. ’ ‘ i dream of saying to you all the words i held inside until it was too late. ’ ‘ i feel so warm & safe when you talk to me. maybe i could love you if you’d let me. ’ ‘ i finally let the right people in & i have never felt so loved. ’ ‘ i like the way your nails paint red stripes along my spine days after you’re gone. ’ ‘ i lived in your permafrost for twenty years & then you looked at me & i felt the warmth of spring. ’ ‘ i once wished you’d leave me alone, but i take it back. ’ ‘ i want to be able to love someone else, but you stretch your arms & spread your legs inside my heart so that there is no room for anyone or anything else. ’ ‘ i want to believe that we got it right this time. ’ ‘ i wonder how much longer i can cling to your light before it expires completely. ’ ‘ i would travel across the world to be by your side, because as long as you are with me, anywhere is a perfect place to me. ’ ‘ it took me awhile to realize it myself, but you are not what other people say you are. ’ ‘ it’s not that i really need you, but life would be pretty boring without you around. there’s no one i would rather be with. ’ ‘ i’d like to stay like this for awhile. ’ ‘ life & death don’t have to be so boring, let’s make both an adventure. ’ ‘ life imitates art, they say. i didn’t believe it until i started to notice the way your eyelashes look so much like tiny ink stroke. ’ ‘ live your life so that when you die, souls will come for miles just to hear your historic tales. ’ ‘ make your exes jealous & your past self proud. ’ ‘ maybe you’re what i needed to find in order to move on. ’ ‘ never get caught falling harder. they’ll never let you back up. ’ ‘ please don’t go. ’ ‘ some days it’s easier to just stop fighting it & succumb. ’ ‘ sometimes, you’ll find it hard to keep going, but you always will. ’ ‘ the desire i feel for you is that same itching, insidious hunger that an addict has for their addiction. ’ ‘ the worst thing about you is that you weren’t all bad. ’ ‘ there is absolutely nothing & no one who can stop me. ’ ‘ there is no route of losing you that is without pain. ’ ‘ there’s still room for adventure & there is no one i’d rather have by my side. ’ ‘ things didn’t turn out the way i planned, but i’m alright with that. ’ ‘ we could be really incredible together, you know? ’ ‘ you are beautiful & vibrant & confident. you are light & laughter incarnate & every fiber of your being screams freedom & joy. when i am with you, i am truly happy. ’ ‘ you are starlight incarnate, from the grand way you sway your hips to the wide mysterious way you think. blessed are any to be loved by you. ’ ‘ you are too afraid of the future to let go of a past that was never kind to you. ’ ‘ you call me yours & i have no idea what that even means to you. ’ ‘ you remind me of bubblegum & sweets; soft & pink & warm. you are strong in the gentlest way. you are so stubbornly kind. i wish i could be like that. ’ ‘ you still visit me while i sleep sometimes. your fingers trace my spine & i listen to you breathe. please stop haunting me. ’ ‘ ‘morbid curiosity’ is a wonderful way to describe how i feel about you. ’
D A R K
‘ a thousand empty bottles & fist fights will never return to us what we lost that day. ’ ‘ everyone else has moved on, but i am still here. ’ ‘ everything about you screams danger. ’ ‘ everything is worthless to you & you, in turn, became worthless. ’ ‘ for once in my life i want to be surrounded by people that i don’t feel like i need to impress. ’ ‘ freedom is really hard to get used to. ’ ‘ how could you do this to me? how fucking could you? ’ ‘ i am becoming everything we always dreamed of & i am leaving you behind. ’ ‘ i buried you so well that you might as well have died. ’ ‘ i can rest easy knowing that the person i love is dead & not the monster you became. ’ ‘ i can’t look at you. not now, not ever. ’ ‘ i don’t ask how you’ve been. what’s the point? you’d lie anyways. ’ ‘ i dream of hearing the words i so desperately needed to lay your memory to rest. ’ ‘ i haunted this house first. there is no room for you here. ’ ‘ i have a right to be upset. i loved them too, you know. ’ ‘ i just want it to end. i want it to all go away. i want to go away. ’ ‘ i may be a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but a snake hiding in the skin of a mouse is far more dangerous. ’ ‘ i saw your face today & didn’t feel anything. i am free. ’ ‘ i tried to save you, but you didn’t want to be saved. you just wanted someone to suffer with you. ’ ‘ it’s almost as if you were never here. ’ ‘ it’s unhealthy to do these things, you tell me. you say it’s time to stop smoking, time to stop gambling, & dammit, i f you don’t stop drinking it’ll kill you. i sure hope you’re right, darling. ’ ‘ i’m always pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to kill you in my mind ’ ‘ i’m not really scared to die. i’m more afraid that no one will miss me when i’m gone. ’ ‘ i’m not the person you left behind anymore. there’s no one here to miss. ’ ‘ i’ve been dead far longer than i’ve been alive. ’ ‘ i’ve eaten nothing but flower petals & ivy for weeks because i want to be beautiful inside like you. ’ ‘ i’ve never been completely satisfied. i most likely will still be unsatisfied long after my death. ’ ‘ no motive other than pleasure, my dear. ’ ‘ one day i’ll go or you will. either way, it will be as if i’m losing a piece of myself. ’ ‘ our dreams & promises decay along with you. ’ ‘ the leaves change, but nothing else does. ’ ‘ the only difference between avoiding & leaving is that now i’m not waiting up for you. ’ ‘ there is no such thing as a person who is required to love you. ’ ‘ there’s only so much that can be done to repair old damage. ’ ‘ things aren’t going as i hoped. maybe if i die, i can start over again? better luck next time. ’ ‘ this is not something to be proud of. this is a tragedy. ’ ‘ trying to get rid of me? oh honey, you’ll have to try much harder than that. ’ ‘ trying to get under my skin? you’re nothing more than a pesky itch. ’ ‘ unlike you, i can’t hide my identity when it becomes an inconvenience or a danger. ’ ‘ weeping is for gods & martyrs, we cannot afford such luxuries. ’ ‘ would you even miss me? ’ ‘ you are not important enough to earn an eternal place in my heart. ’ ‘ you complain nonstop about being unloved & alone, i can’t imagine what you’d be like if that were actually true. ’ ‘ you don’t know what it’s like. ’ ‘ you made this so fucking easy for me. ’ ‘ you should see me as a threat. i will tear down everything you know until there is nothing left of you. i am a walking threat. ’ ‘ you think i’m already gone, but i’m still fighting. ’ ‘ you think i’m dead, but i’m just dying. ’ ‘ you were never an addiction, you were a fucking disease. ’ ‘ you wouldn’t dare cross me. i am god & you are the soil beneath my feet. ’ ‘ your existence takes up so much more space in mine that we might as well be one entity. ’ ‘ your fingers are so cold & bruised, but you’re still slamming your fists again the barricade as if it makes a difference. ’ ‘ your hair is tied in a noose & your fingernails are razor blades, your lips are poison & i will gratefully kiss them. ’ ‘ your hatred has a body count & we will not forget. ’ ‘ your loss, not mine. ’ ‘ you’re a sick fuck. you know that? ’ ‘ you’re not gentle with me & i would never ask you to be. ’ ‘ you’ve trapped yourself so thoroughly in your own mind that it’s not even a rut anymore, it’s a pit. ’
The Forbidden Pool in Ithilien
