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“The gods forsaken lich deserves to rot in Oblivion for fuckin’ existing.” The drunk nord spat out, the mead bottle spilling over slightly as she swayed it around. “It’s fuckin with Stuhn, or Shor, or even the fucker Orkey.”

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Ah Whiterun.

Why the Nords were so proud of this city he would never understand, but at least it wasn't Windhelm Teldryn supposed. The Inn was sub-par, he always wished the bards would branch out a little bit and sing something different, but the wine was good enough-- it would get the job done anyway.

Teldryn sighed and lounged at one of the small tables in the back of the Bannered Mare and settled in for the night. He'd get something to drink (quite a bit to drink), and a good night sleep, then he'd be off to retrieve the dear family heirloom some poor man had paid him to get. A typical days work.

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👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking?

He does like a person who is forward, he’ll definitely not be shy about flirting or teasing, but if someone is interested he does like when they make the first REAL move. He doesn’t mind too much either way, but he does think it’s a lot of fun to taunt the person into making the first move. And what is romance without a bit of teasing. All that being said if it is a patron or even someone who WAS a patron they most likely have to be the one to ask him, 100% professional, he will not make the first move at all.

😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks?

Teldryn’s been around the block more than once so he’s experienced a lot and his likes and dislikes in the bedroom can be vast and varied– it all depends on the other person really. One kink he loves with one person, won’t necessarily be enjoyable with another. I will say though, as much as I keep reiterating that he is very professional he does have a bit of a service kink (or maybe it’s BECAUSE he’s very professional). Calling someone boss just comes very easy for him, getting ordered around, y'know stuff like that. He’s kind of into it.

💯 What is my muse’s ideal date?

The 25th of Rain’s Hand. Because it’s not to hot, and not too cold. All you need is a light cloak [ I think I’m funny, sorry ]. This is hard… I’d say it’d probably be going out and fighting some bandits or reavers, then settling in for a night of booze together (he’s partial to Shein himself). he’s a simple man with simple tastes. No he’s not, that’s a lie, but he DOES prefer casual dates to something terribly… romantic.

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Caesa: 😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks?💬 When did my muse go on their first date? | Al: 🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation?💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity?

😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks?

{{ Caesa is kinkier than she’d readily admit to to anyone outside the bedroom. Nothing terribly extreme; the girl just likes it pretty damn rough, and men who can’t or don’t take control in bed bore her. She’s also very intrigued by the notion of being tied up buuuut she’s a bit shy when it comes to communicating that sort of thing and would need to trust a partner implicitly before she’d even consider bringing it up }}

💬 When did my muse go on their first date?

{{ “Dating” in the modern, conventional sense wasn’t exactly an option for Caesa when she was a young girl, but at the age of sixteen she was courted by a young man, a few years her senior, whose father had similar wealth and social ambitions to hers. Her suitor was courtly and charming and insufferably boring, as far as Caesa was concerned. Their “dates” consisted of said young man cornering a very unimpressed sixteen-year-old Caesa whenever he could and… mostly talking about himself. He was her first kiss, though, which she just ran away from. Marcus wasn’t particularly enthusiastic about the match, fortunately for Caesa, so the courtship didn’t last long. }}

🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation?

{{ Uh. Gonna go with demisexual/romantic. Seems to go for personality and chemistry, more than anything else. He does have a pretty clear preference for fellow Redguards }}

💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity?

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// 🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation?: Heteromantic heterosexual. However, Madlen’s quite an open person regarding her sexuality. If she happened to meet a female to whom she was attracted, in whatever way, I’m sure she’d have no problem pursuing that.

😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks?: I don’t really imagine her to be very kinky! She just likes good ol’ sex. She does quite like toying with submission/domination in the bedroom, however; she enjoys both the submissive and dominant role.

💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak?: When she was a young woman, shortly after her parents died, Madlen spent a little while in Ivarstead. The place was familiar to her, as her family returned there year after year for her father’s annual pilgrimage. The past few years she’d been there, she’d met a young lad called Jorrvar. Lonely, and shaken after her parents’ death, she spent a great deal of time with him, drawing closer to him. Eventually, it became evident to him that Madlen was beginning to develop feelings for him; after that, he didn’t feel able to continue their friendship, and told her as much.

While it was for the best, as her feelings grew out of pain and Jorrvar was as much a crutch for her if anything, Madlen felt heartbroken. Now, looking back on it, the pain is dull; she almost can’t remember Jorrvar at all. But at that time, it was huge.

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Ⓐ as for which muse, anyway... your choice!

Thank you!

For Subene; I answered as best as I could, but seeing as they haven’t interracted yet I had to leave a couple out, and my answers for Personality might not be entirely accurate! I just went over a few posts and put down some initial impressions. :)

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours.

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Mortality - Maargolt AU

After over nine hundred years of wandering Nirn, one would expect life to get boring and predictable. And, in some ways, it was. Wesa Ra had lived through the rise and fall of the Septim dynasty, the Warp in the West, and two Daedric invasions. There was one constant he had learned through it all, and it was that Tamriel would never be a land of peace. For better or worse, Sithis’ grip on this world was strong, and change was always inevitable.

Yet, despite all this, he still had hope the two could return to how life was all those years ago. Free of Coldharbour’s grip, wandering Tamriel aimlessly together. And for the first time in seven hundred years, that hope was close to becoming a reality. Subene’s efforts had finally began to yield results, and Adurheri could finally be whole again. True, there would still be plenty of work until it was ready, but it didn’t matter to him. Adurheri could finally get what she wanted- freedom.

Which was what made this decision all the more difficult.

The Argonian slipped the letter under Subene’s door and knocked, scampering back to his room before Adurheri woke. With any luck, the lich would honor his request and leave Wesa Ra confined to Oblivion upon death.

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It had happened in breakneck fashion, all at the behest of some drunken fool.

On good days, Rowan was able to go about his regular business without getting rammed upside the head with a metal flagon. Hissing, angry vampires too stubborn to give over to his laws and wild beasts attempting to rend him limb from limb were just normal parts of his day. Those were good days. Usual days.

Today was not one of those days.

Originally, he’d been looking for a little something to wet his whistle after putting in an order with the merchants for his list of food items he needed to take home to Falkreath, but he hadn’t been able to so much as step foot into the Bannered Mare without one of its slurring Stormcloak occupants spewing all manner of negative vulgarities at his ex-Legion expense.

“I’m retired,” Rowan had said sternly.

“We don’t give a Talos-blessed fuck,” was what the Stormcloak and his buddies may as well have replied with, when they jumped from their bar stools to assault him.

No sharp weapons were drawn, thankfully, but Rowan had still been pitted in a hand-to-hand brawl with Ulfric’s loyal brutes, dodging and ducking in a timely manner to avoid the worst of their swings, and landing a few good hits of his own. In the dispute, one of the rebellion soldiers knocked him clean in the head with their drinking cup, causing him to stagger painfully and dazedly just long enough for another of the men to deck him square in the jaw.

As the chaos ensued, the rest of the patrons somehow got involved (in true Nord fashion), throwing bottles and flagons and mugs of mead along with clenched and ready fists. Despite Ysolda’s yelling for the Guards, the warriors’ fighting carried on, heedless of the old wizard who’d been swept up into the roaring scuffle.

Or at least, heedless by most.

The moment Rowan caught sight of him (as well as the curious smell -- what was that peculiar scent?), and the fist flying for the man’s head, he intervened, shoving the Nord attacker aside with all of his body weight and sending him to the floor with a great and raucous clatter.

It was at that moment the Whiterun Guards came rushing into the building, their chainmail clinking heavily with their movements beneath their dirty yellow overclothes.

“Stop this at once!” one of them demanded in a vociferous bellow. “Cease all action here, or it’ll be the Dragonsreach Dungeon for the lot of you!”

That had done the trick.

Groaning and griping, the men and women who’d fallen to the ground staggered their way back up, gathering themselves and their dignity under the guadsmen’s authority. Those who remained standing slowly ambled back to what they'd been doing before the tavern fight, albeit in an inconspicuous, seemingly uncaring way.

With eyes that had yet to purge their exceptionally lively flare brought on by the adrenaline of combat, Rowan turned to the old one, and asked, “Are you all right, draoidh neònach?”

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