MOVED.⁾

[ragefin]

saying nothing sometimes says the most . .

selective , indie siren oc [ based on the netflix series wednesday ]

[nghtilk]

                〈      well   ,    look way down the river   ,    what do you think I see    ?          I see a band of angels and          they’re coming after me         ain't   no grave   can hold my body down.

[silvrhunt-blog]

I find it amusing that two of Ven’s travel companions sent the what about all of this is funny?    which makes me just picture Ven laughs at the worst times.  blade at his throat?  smirk and giggle.  getting threatened by death?  snicker.  in the middle of battle?  smirking and cackling a lil.  literally on his death bed?  laughing to his grave.

[sandcvstles]

seven-word sentence starter.

“please, don’t take this the wrong way.”

“know that we’ll still have each other.”

“tell me we’re doing the right thing.”

“you know what i was gonna say.”

“i don’t give a shit what happened.”

“everything is so confusing. i don’t know.”

“sorry. i didn’t mean what i said.”

“you really don’t have to keep apologising.”

“i hate knowing we have to hide.”

“it’s not your fault. don’t blame yourself.”

“this is all out of our control.”

“i think i’m going crazy without you.”

“what am i supposed to say to that?”

“we need to talk. call me.”

“i can’t sleep because of all this.”

“how much more must i be hurting?”

“i’m not the person i once was.”

“c’mon you know it’s not like that.”

“what about all of this is funny?”

“tell me you don’t feel the same.”

“you always seem to make me speechless.”

“you left me here all by myself.”

“is this all a joke to you?”

“i can still remember the good times.”

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(   SEA WITCH   )

❛   do  you  ever  have  a  moment  when  you  don’t  smell  like  wet  dog?   ❜

                  ❛    at least I don't smell like dead urchins . . . or have crabs.   ❜

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khazun: doggie want a bone too?

                    ❛    ———— do you ever have a moment in your life where your mouth is closed?  ❜

[clarkebellamy]

The Wink™

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(   BEAUTIFUL DANGER   )

for  as  long  as  she  had  known  venari, remaining  calm  had  never  been  his  strong  suit  &  that  was  something  she  did  admire  in  him   ─   his  PASSION.  though  there  were moments,  such  as  this,  where  irisik  saw  him  overwhelmed.  but  who  could  blame  him?  the  pact  &  covenant  were  constantly  pushing  back  the  dominion’s  efforts   ─   their  efforts.  she  disliked  their  position  just  as  much  as  him,  but  she  knew  that  ANGER  would  not  win  them  the  war.  this  was  a  time  for  level  heads.  a  sigh  escaped  her  lips  as  she  inched  closer  to  him.   ❛   so  quick  to  jump  to  anger  &  thoughts  of  the  world  falling  to  pieces.   ❜   a  light  laugh,  giving  way  to  a  faint  smile.  she  could  sense  how  apprehensive  he  was  &  in  order  to  avoid  a  potential  scene  with  whomever  raz  was  bringing  to  them,  she  needed  to  soothe  him,  even  if  it  was  just  temporary.  the  last  thing  she  wanted  was  to  have  to  explain  to  the  queen  why  there  was  blood  in  the  war  room…  again.  ❛   worrying  about  this  stranger  is  not  going  to  help  us  win  the  war.  besides  if  a  daedric  prince  is  trying  to  enslave  us  all,  we  need  to  be  strong  &  keep  our  composure.   ❜

                 it ran in the family   ————   between him and Urcelmo that was.       both of them pacing and overthinking when it came to   WAR.       and lashing out in anger when there was sudden   CHANGE.       even though the altmer's blood was not the blood that pumped through his veins.        his influence was much larger than Hircine's . . . or his own mothers.       jaw tightened as he listened   ,   silver eyes rolling   dramatically   before he finally removed himself from the picture.       thumb resting against chin as index tapped against his lips.       moving to the large window ledge and looking out towards the seas.       something wasn't right.       a piece missing that he wasn't getting or   didn't see.        finally his arms dropped in their normal fold   ,   brow quirking as his gave a final glance to her.        HE ENVIED HER BLINDNESS.        he always had   ,   ever since they were still young.        there was a small chuckle   ,   weakened by the undertone of stress in his voice.        ❛     you've never had to worry about being   blind   to corrupt   ,   to false faces . . to ———   ❜       a   pause   ,   fingers drumming against his own arm as he turned to look back at the map.         the papers that scattered   ,   the clippings.        ❛    blindness. . .   ❜     it was a hushed whisper   ,   rolling off his tongue as he turned heel to walk back to the large desk.        blending at his half to rest hands down   ,   narrowing darkening hues at the map.        he was a fool  ,   blinded by war.       he should have seen it sooner   ,   but with   her  at his side it became clear.        ❛     it's not the pact   or   the covenant kidnapping our people . . . it's   him.        he's using blind spots   ,   the war as a curtain. ❜       ANGER ROARED     as his hues quickly went to their defensive darkened crimson.       jaws snapping   ,   fangs clacking as his head turned to look back to her.        a growl under his voice   ,   bubbling in his throat and chest.        ❛    find me that stranger    I need to know EXACTLY what my   uncle    is doing.   ❜

[silvrhunt-blog]

                            I never expected Venari to hit a milestone , let alone a second.        I never expected him to take off like he has and find his way into multiple fandoms.         I never expected the compliments I get day to day talking about how well he's made or how someone enjoys how he's written.         oc's are normally ignored and the TES fandom is small.         but Venari has managed to keep up his appearance wherever he goes and I'm proud of that.       a year ago , today Ven was made IN GAME.         he has met some amazing people and as have I.        so that's what this is all about.        if you are not mentioned don't take it personally I tried to collect everyone I could. thank you all for making Ven possible.        each person I've come to follow , interact with and some I still sadly have yet are all amazing writers and creators.        roleplaying isn't a serious job but each character is a work of art.     you are all wonderful. @avengel . @whatwesacrifice . @ghulardi . @cropvamp . @sanguiina . @khazun . @magiscarred . @vulpxes . @crescentled . @swrdwielded . @powershout . @prophecyveined . @ulfhrafnx . @elderichor . @theharellan . @miracleir . @storybookishh . @rivianxwolf . @biblicle . @castyael . @foulmurder . @nxgligible . @empyraeal . @templion . @hrtator . @kingantagonist . @irharellan . @healward . @frxstbittcn . @victeum . @priceofgreed . @goodtruly . @changemeback . @huntingbeasts . @veilcast . @mercifulmvn . @czarowanie . @lastmesmer . @shelure . @achernsrebrth . @reimeas . @skysaved . @travelers-alike . @luneliht . @brutetwin . @shadxwofvalenwood . @hiddennot . @valyarys .

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                      ∙ ∙ ∙ oh the beast speaks!     ⁃ ⁃   ( @skysaved )

              he worked for the woman with crows.       eyes and pointed ears   ,   hiding in plain sight.        the inquisition always needed good spies   ,   and  he  was one of them.       haven was rough   ,   it left him with more scars than he could count.       he was always the silent   boy    that stood off in a corner.        UNTIL HE WAS FORCED TO TURN.       a massive black beast ripping off chunks of wood and snow.        body of a large wolf   ,   antlers and fangs.       dragging soldiers in as the city burned     ———— FEARED AMONG SOME   ,    looked at as a helpful hand to others.       nonetheless   ,   he was asked to stay.       keeping to himself at the top of the tower   ,   flipping through pages of books and stories.       resting on sacks of rye.         giggles    and gossip always tickling his ears.        folding pages over his thumb and tilting his head to look downward at the rest.         join them     she would offer a smile and he would shake his head and continue his read.         she was becoming gentle

he hadn't really   spoken    to any of the others.         any of the companions.         any of the other advisers.     EVER SINCE HIS BEAST WAS SHOWN.        he thought it best to stay    hidden   ,   lurking in the shadows where nightmares belonged.        but now she was making him break that vow.        be it his actually duty —— or maybe she didn't like to see the young curled up in the darkness so willingly.        papers were given and his brow quirked with   slight   interest.        he knew the names   ,   he knew the court.        he knew how to speak their language   , he knew how to act like a servant.          he also knew how to drag his blade across their throat.         he knew how to make their tongues stop wagging , he knew how to make them fearful.         BUT HE WAS REQUESTED NOT TO.    then what was his purpose.

nose scrunched with   mild    irritation before he gave a small nod and turned on heel.        bringing hood over his face as he quickly made his way to    her room.     inquisitor , more importantly lavellan.         his own pointed ears twitching against the black cotton and leather before his half gloved hand turned.         giving a gentle knock with knuckle.        silver hues narrowing hearing    silence.        turning knob to notice he was alone.      perfect.        he didn't want to interact.         he just wanted to get in and go.        placing the papers on the desk as his hood removed.       breathing out cold wind and enjoying the   crisp.       his body temperature rapidly going down , making him feel some sense of . . . comfort.     overheating.      overthinking.        it was exhausting.

[silvrhunt-blog]

What are some sexual head canons you have for Ven? Or does he have any?

I think I’ve made like , one post before.       not trying to add shock value to him or anything but Ven actually has   never   had an orgasm.      so when it comes to things he   likes    it’s a bit harder for me to know.     but there are a few known things about him.      not just.. ns/fw , but all around relationship. he isn’t a muse that has any sort of sexual or romantic relationship often.       but when he does      he’s dedicated.       he literally spoils.       they are his queen / king.        his interest is solely in them alone , that’s why he rarely gets involved.        first     we’ll start off with        he only dates / hooks up with people that can kill him.       no that’s not his kink , although he does   like    to be tamed.        he likes his partner to have control so       THEY FEEL COMFORTABLE.        him being with people that can physically hurt him is more of a comfort.      a sort of    if I lose control , they can protect themselves.        along with if they can take    ME    down then I know when it comes to battle I won’t have to worry about them. their happiness is far more important than his.        he will sacrifice anything in order to make sure they remain happy.        that leads to a lot of bad choices.        overthinking.        constant state of worry that he isn’t enough that he isn’t doing enough.        sexually he doesn’t even focus on himself.           hence the lack of knowledge to what he likes.        as long as his partner is enjoying it   ,   and they get what they need ,   and they finish.      he’s done his job.        as long as they are satisfied he feels happy enough.          I don’t think he quite    grasps    the concept that , relationships go both ways.        mostly because again he never thinks of himself.        ( he’s the same way as a battle / travel companion / ally. ). he does a lot of wall pinning   ,   a lot of biting.      marking what’s his.     ( as every wolf does. ).       he’s normally comfortable with people    riding.        that way he knows for a fact they are getting what they want out of it.       he enjoys giving head , he enjoys   pleasuring    and hearing his name.        hearing the cursing.        feeling the nails.       feeling the need for    more    of him and feeling wanted again even after it’s all said and done.       that’s … all I really know so far.

[silvrhunt-blog]

❛ I know you won’t hurt me. ❜

               war was chaos.       it would never change.       much like how winter was cold and summer brought bugs.       his sides always seemed to change with each war he was put through.        BUT ALWAYS LOYAL UNTIL THE END.       he would have never imagined being paired with   HUNTERS.       surely   , shadowhunters.       but hunters nonetheless.       the court of the fae was too corrupted for even   him   to handle. the spymaster   ,   the keeper of rumor.       wasn’t that how he managed to get into this mess in the first place?       a beautiful huntress entering his domain for knowledge only he had.       whispers he had heard   , plenty of blackmail for keeps.       payment and then   lust.       fingertips curled   ,   locked in dark locks and shirt being thrown to the floor.       dress being pushed up as he kept her pinned to the wall.        THE MEMORY OF THE FIRST TIME BEING VERY CLEAR        along with the second   ,   the third.       all the way up to the hundredth.        her love … brought him   here.

facing an enemy that once called him   family.       but they were no family to him       ———— corrupted souls that held themselves higher.       THEY WERE EVERYTHING HE FOUGHT AGAINST.       and as the queen squeezed hands and anger flooded her eyes.       he could only   smirk.       she stormed forward and his eyes grew    DARK   making her stop in her tracks.       sneering   ,   baring her own teeth at him as she spewed insults.        BETRAYER   ,   MUTT.       words he had heard plenty.       his eyes adjusting to the corners of the room noticing weapons were drawn on   him.       scrunching his nose and giving a short scoff before his attention went back to her.        be it the crown … he did not serve her.       a step forward and he could hear the bow strings being pulled back.     pause.      hesitant   ,   but not entirely.

his chest expanded as his sucked in air and before they could strike he ripped from his    flesh.       a true monster   ,   A BEAST OF WAR.       a beast of chaos and darkness.       jaws snapping as his maw grew   ,   shreds of skin hanging.        claws digging into the marble of the silver and light room.       shaking a mighty form as blood spattered   ,   painting the dish and ceiling.       stomping down and giving a   roar   as silver turned to a dark crimson.       with each step   ,   muscle shook.       with each step   ,   flowers bloomed underneath him.       cracking the floors and bringing his chaos to the brim.       she tried to reason with him , stumbling over her words and her dress.       her army hesitant at the new monster   ,   the wolf with antlers.   THE BLACK DOG.       he stood before her looking down , and with opened jaws ripped her in half.

the crown falling   ,   rolling across the ground as she screamed.        THEY WERE TOO LATE       but they shot their arrows and swords.       it went through his frame.       cutting through fur and skin.       tossing her corpse as fangs    dripped.        her warrior trying to make up for his mistake.       slamming his blade down into the back of the beast.       pinning him into the ground.        but not before tail tripping and paw swiped sending him into a pillar and snapping his spine.        by that time the hunters had broken through the gates   ,   they had claimed their prize.    this part of the war over.        by that time his blood had spilled   ,   he choking on the fluid that filled his lungs. laying on his side   ,   enduring the pain.        hearing her footsteps and tears   ,   shaky hands as he released a snarl ,  a growl.       glaring up at her.       baring fangs as he tried to wriggle is way out.      HE DIDN’T FEAR DEATH , HE FEARED ABANDONMENT.

                                                          I know you won’t hurt me.

truer words than he could ever speak.       unable to turn back   ,   unable to survive this strike.       his panting growing heavier as he allowed her hands to sink into his blood soaked fur.       keeping his gaze on her as his body started to go limp.       his mind clear   ,   he would return … for her.       ———— hopefully it would not take centuries.        hopefully she would make it through.        green begun to already wrap vines around his frame. hugging him   ,   taking him back to an empty darkness.        digging into his wounds and trying their best to heal the creature.       his heart slowing before it finally came to a stop.        find the path back to life … and he would see her again.

[silvrhunt-blog]

❛ I heard you the first time. ❜

                his normal   tongue click    was given as his head turned attention to the other.       his kind.    shockingly enough      it was rare .        he tried to avoid those with the curse.        it wasn’t at all distaste   , but rather   fear.     fear of acceptance.      fear of attachment.       fear of finding a home   ,   only for it to get ripped from his grasp again.       these wolves were different.        finding him in a time that he was lost and had no one.       despite most of them being human he was scooped up   ,   healed   ,   and brought back from the brink of death.       HE OWED THEM HIS LIFE.      ———— but they were still a pain in his backside.       irritation showed in his gaze as his head tilted   ,   locking gaze with the female.       tongue peeked from behind fangs & lip   ,   running over his lower to wet the skin.       a heavy huff   ,   exhale from nostrils as he pushed himself off the table.

arms folded firmly across his as he narrowed a sharp    gaze.       the flash of crimson showing in his eye before he gave a sharp scoff.       ❛    you hear me and yet   …   here you are   ,   while others are being tortured.   ❜ WEREWOLVES AND HUNTERS.       the game hadn’t changed since his birth   ,   since his creation.       they weren’t as sharp back then   ,   they didn't   quite   know what to expect and what to look for.       they didn’t use toxins and blood thickeners to slow them down   ,   to wear them out.        to capture and cage and have them fight like dogs for …   ENTERTAINMENT.       yet here was the mighty leader   ,   the nord.       who apparently knew and   heard   everything.        his jaw tightened as that little whisper of his father crawled up his spine and over his shoulder.       gentle against his ear  ,   yet setting him off.       HE HAD MORE SENSE OF CONTROL NOW.       years   ,   centuries of training gave him that edge.

                          what didn’t the hunters expect?                           him.

he was all knew prey   ,   a whole different game.       THEY WERE WEREWOLVES    but he   ,   he was a pure wolf.       jaw opened and fangs clacked together as he turned away quickly.       rubbing the nape of his neck until skin turned raw.       ❛    I’m going    ———— you might be their leader   ,    but you aren’t mine.       and if you aren’t going to move in I will.   ❜       ( rip them apart and let them bleed out. ).       he could hear the cackle of delight as the whispering faded.        nose scrunching as he turned on heel walking    away    from the meeting. HIS LIFE FOR THEIRS.       he would awaken   ,   eventually.       maybe again to a completely different era. black hood bringing brought down to hide his face as he twirled daggers.        leaving the shelter with a loud and dawning       BANG.

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         like for a starter , length & theme will vary.

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                    Hircine wanted to create a weapon . . . but he ended up creating a son.          protector of the green , a new chaos to the corrupt.             LONG LIVE THE BLACK DOG.             ( venari ferah 1/?? )

[gaylecleven]

                                                     big dick energy

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SPECIES: beserker werewolf ; first born of the curse.       FUR COLOR: black.         EYE COLOR: crimson.      HEIGHT: 190cm ( 6'2" ).       UNIQUE FEATURES: antlers.   immortality.       PACK: none ( refused. ).      true alpha of the   FIRST  pack.     prince of the wild hunt.       ENEMIES: silver dawn. ( or any group of hunters. ).      WEAKNESSES: poisons , toxins.  low white blood cell count , unable to heal properly.

SUMMARY:                               the concept is quite the same as   every     werewolf.        only Venari is     NOT controlled by the full moon.        however he is controlled by the    BLOOD MOON.        the moon that falls on the night of the hunt.        although he can keep himself from turning his rage gets worse.         it becomes far more painful to keep his wolf side contained.        he can end up blacking out and losing full control if he does turn      at least once       to hunt during the blood moon.       Venari is much    LARGER      than most his species      and continues to grow   ,   he was one of the first born with the curse and the very first        and so far only recorded son     of Hircine himself.    ( father of manbeast. ).       his original purpose was to die a true death and raise to a god like     state to become a stronger weapon from Hircine.        however        that has since been put on hold as Y'ffre cursed Venari as a child with the    gift of immorality,       making it so he can never experience a true death.  he however    CAN DIE  ( over and over and over again. )   , entering a coma like state for days   ,   months   , years.     until his body is fully healed   ,   then brought back by the     WILD HUNT. many started to believe he    WAS    a god   ,    where others believed he was a sign of death itself.       the story of the     BLACK DOG    being born from his existence.       some stories speaking of a large black beast made of nightmares   ,    ripping prey apart and leaving behind only a bloodied paw print.   a shadow lurking every corner and always hunting for his next victim.       where others describe the story as a sign of hope.       a widowed woman being brought a basket of fruit by the beast.        or a dying solider being dragged from rubble and laid with to be kept warm.      although it is unclear of his true intentions it’s been proven from time to time again that he is    dangerous.   & prefers to wander the earth   ,  alone.