#house-redoran

[mannimarcos]

@house-redoran‘s OC, Drelethyn. thank you so much for commissioning me, and with such a cool character!

patreon/ko-fi

[therunawayscamp]

⏰😘🤐 for any muse!

Random Number Generator: Drasonval, Oran, Bob.

⏰How long do their relationships tend to last?

Given that he is already married, albeit unhappily, Drasonval’s relationships don’t tend to last longer than it takes for the Scamp to sail out of the port. Even his marriage didn’t last a huge amount of time before turning sour. He has a tendency to put his own needs first and doesn’t see any problem with being dishonest if he thinks it will be for the better in the long run, which is not the way to approach a long-term relationship.

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😘Does their demeanor change when in a relationship?  

A relationship brings out Oran’s “poetic” side, to the immense distress of the crew. He will devote what they consider to be an inordinate amount of time fawning over – and also boasting about – his partner and play an exaggerated role of gentleman… until he gets bored of his latest inamorata, whereupon he reverts to his old, crass ways.

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🤐Would they ever confess their feelings first?

Bob certainly would. Neither Orcs nor sailors are known for their grasp of subtlety, and she fits both boxes. It does depend on the definition of “feelings”, though; like the rest of the crew, Bob would rather run a mile than be the first to broach the subject of deeper, more sentimental feelings.

[adamantinetower]

house-redoran replied to your post: im actually really liking this switch over to a...

Unfortunately there’s not really a good ardent flame focused DK out there. I play one but I have to admit it’s pretty weak :

u gotta

burn it real good

extra crispy

[dunmeriis]

15 for Nchua and 7 for Feth!

Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase [Accepting!]

15: Trembling Hands

Your name is Nchuanamz Tureynimel. Your hands are wrapped so strongly around your weapon that your fingers are starting to ache. It reminds you of a time not so long ago.

Before you had to fight, you were a student along with many of your brothers and sisters. Sometimes you would write so much that you would have trouble holding things. You dreamed of Aetherium, of the answers to problems you hardly understood at your young and naive age. When you traveled southwest to realize your ambitions, it had all come apart.

You'd woken up in the infirmary without any memory of how you got there. A bad reaction to the Aetherium, they’d said. You’d just been complaining of a terrible headache before you simply collapsed- I’m afraid you may not be able to work with it anymore. 

Just like that, and your future of Aetherium research was shattered. As was the pursuit of any magical field. 

Your hands shook for weeks.

Your name is Nchuanamz Tureynimel. Your hands are wrapped so strongly around your weapon that they tremor through your stiffened fingers. It reminds you of a time not so long ago.

You had found a new calling without the Calling. Here, your siblings would offer you words of encouragement whenever you needed to take a break. In return, you would check on them and talk to them about the stars- From your perspective, they always seemed to call for a change. One day, you got that change. You couldn't have anticipated the consequences it would hold, could never have predicted the extent to which it would reach. But your biggest worry was the splinters on your fingers.

When she was killed, you didn't understand why, yet you knew exactly at the same time. You left your life behind, fleeing the very halls you used to call home. 

You suddenly realize that you don’t have time to think about the past just now. You push away the memories and pain, and tell yourself this is necessary.

Still, you know your hands will shake for weeks.

[theiikia]

Another dunmer! This one’s a Redoran councilor.

[justshutthemup]

house-redoran said to justshutthemup: ↑ (I sent one in last time as well so absolutely feel free to ignore this but I love the one you did for Tobias so I'm intrigued to see your take on another character~)

Always send these to me, I love making them. I’ll make seven for one character, NOTHING CAN STOP ME.

Anyway, I picked S’en this time around. I wanted to do something a little... different for her I guess.

I wanted to emphasize on the lightness in her darkness, so to speak. S’en has a troubled past and it created a very delicate yet abyssal depth in her (if... that makes any sense whatsoever), but I didn’t want to do the red and black theme, so I mixed it up a bit. I could possibly mischaracterize her completely in this because I haven’t been following you for that long, but bear with me. I’m also shit with using words to describe what’s on my mind, but I know it’s hard to understand the pictures without them SO!

The underwater photo and the veil can kind of be tied to similar meanings. I feel like S’en was guided by water throughout the beginning of her life. She had to follow the current and was unsure of how else to move forward. Meanwhile, the veil is her way of hiding and kind of dealing with everything that happened.

The flowers and the moths just... scream rebirth to me. In a way, when S’en found some amount of peace in her life, she was reborn. ... I don’t feel like there’s much else to say on the matter.

But speaking of peace, that’s where the rose quartz comes in. Rose quartz is commonly used as symbolism for healing love and friendships as well as finding peace. It was too perfect to not include.

And continuing with the symbolism, we have POMEGRANATES. Which you have everywhere in your own aesthetics so I had to include it. Felt wrong not to have something about them in here. Symbols of fertility, birth, marriage, etc....

As for the sparkly dress... well, she became a saint through a troubled past. It took effort and time and a lot of strength on her part, but she did it.

Anyway. I love S’en a lot. I want to hug her and protect her and she seems so soft, but she could also probably step on me and I would absolutely say thank you.

[spectral-cervid]

house-redoran hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet “S'en is tone deaf and adores extremely spicy food!”

Now I'm imagining Nchunth and Mychen doing the equivalent of banging on pots and pans together

LET THEM LIVE DAMMIT

[chameleonspell]

🔮, 🔭, 👀

🔮They have a premonition that something terrible will happen to them. How do they handle the situation?Iriel would carry on as normal, because he has anxiety, so that's a normal Loredas, tbh. Perhaps some breathing exercises, or carefully modulated Calm spells. If, however, the premonition is specific and prophetic-sounding enough to convince him it results from an external source and not his own brain, then that's a whole different nest of scribs. Because that means that someone is fucking with him, probably a Daedra, and Iriel has well-documented reservations about the trustworthiness of such things. What situation are they REALLY trying to engineer, and why?🔭Do they have a fear of the unknown and things they can’t explain?Not nearly as much as some people. Iriel has enough known-fears to contend with that something being unknown gives it rather an advantage, at times. Besides, he's a scholar. Unknown things are inherently interesting, because then you can research them, and test hypotheses! Sometimes to the point of almost contracting vampirism, because you can't resist touching weird-looking corpses. 👀What is the most disturbing thing they’ve ever seen?I had to think about this one, because pitching Iriel through Morrowind involved subjecting him to a lot of disturbing things. Sixth House stuff is obviously designed to be body-horror nightmarish, and Ire's particular terror of skeletons meant that ancestral tombs were always going to be a trial. In terms of character turning points, though, I'm gonna say Rotheran was the worst thing he'd ever seen, the most upsetting. Because it wasn't just the slavery, or the sadistic games, or the Daedra worship, or the illusion-magic mind control (though that was all bad enough!). It was the dark things about his own psychology and treatment of other people that he convinced himself he saw magnified and reflected there, triggering a spiral into self-loathing and despair, and the events of the next several chapters! Which... sounds really depressing, but was ultimately useful, in a gotta-lance-the-poison-filled-abscess-before-you-can-clean-and-heal-it kind of way.