#bosmericarnivore

[scalesandsecrets]

🔪

Send me “🔪” For my muses reaction to yours stabbing them in the chest.

A stuttered and almost shocked sounding yelp, the Argonian staggering backward with a stunned stare at the other. One hand weakly reaches up to press at the wound, Nor’s gaze dipping down before returning to the womer. “W-why... Why would you do this...”

[scalesandsecrets]

bosmericarnivore replied to your post:“You’re smiling. What happened?”

The Bosmer tilts her head to the side, eyeing the item curiously. “Oh? Do tell!”

“Ah, it’s a treatise on the various types of wards one can use with an enchanting table, and some of the resulting effects said wards can have on various enchantments. I’ve been rather curious to see if I could tinker a bit with my table, and this would be one of the ways I could.” The assassin offers up an almost apologetic look. “Not the most exciting thing to hear about, I’m certain.”

[scalesandsecrets]

“You’re smiling. What happened?”

The Argonian can’t help but let his grin widen further, Nor holding up a small parcel as he does so. “A book. One I’ve been trying to get a hold of for quite some time.” Nor lets out a chuckle. “I could hardly believe my luck when one of my regular book sellers found a copy of it.”

[notamongrel]

"Red flannel would look good on you. Maybe green, too."

“Darlin’ I always look good in green,” she laughed. “Though I don’t own any red flannel myself, I do look fair decent in it. Especially when it’s someone else’s.”  She winked.

[crownedwithashes]

WANTED: Medawin

Send me “WANTED: [Character Name]” and my character will react to seeing a wanted ad for that person.

Rowan had strode so quickly past the wanted poster on his way through the city of Solitude, he’d nearly past the sheaf of condemnation altogether. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught it, turning slowly, inquiringly, to face the parchment nailed to the building’s wall. From there, he poured his narrowed eyes over the document, taking in the text with a degree of shock, made evident by the flare of brightness in his gaze.

In one succinct movement, he yanked the poster from its moorings and marched purposefully to Castle Dour, hoping to get straight to the bottom of why his elven friend was on the run from the law.

Maybe he could help her, arrange a less horrid sentence. He had to act fast.

[mage-of-markarth]

✔✔ (if you're still doing them)

“A new sister? Is she? I don’t remember Cicero mentioning her before. Well at least I can go introduce myself, she looks like she won;t bite my hand off, not like Nazir looked like he wanted to do anyway.”

[dampiire]

dandere

(it is correct in a way, but it’s not the one he is)

[evocatorxm-blog]

"Am I beautiful?"

“I’d say it all depends on one’s definition of ‘beautiful.’ I may be somewhat biased, but I do think most of Tamriel would look better as soulless corpses bent to my will.”