//I tried coloring this but its been ages and it doesn’t look good so it’s been filed away in my “You Tried” folder
//Have a random Valjor

seen from Argentina
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye

seen from Türkiye
seen from Indonesia

seen from Russia

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from Germany

seen from Türkiye

seen from United States

seen from Germany
seen from Germany
//I tried coloring this but its been ages and it doesn’t look good so it’s been filed away in my “You Tried” folder
//Have a random Valjor
[Mermaid meme thingy]
SEND ME A 🌊 AND I’LL DRAW YOUR CHARACTER AS A MERMAID {status: closed}
Like he wasn’t trouble enough as a human *waggles eyebrows*
{{ Once all mermaids are finished/posted, they will be compiled in one post and individual images will be deleted off my blog! }}
{The Little Pirate-To-Be}
“Kinda,” the boy admitted a little sheepishly. “I don’t really like the other kids in Windhelm. All they wanna talk about are the Stormcloaks and who’s da is the strongest soldier. My papa was a Stormcloak once, you know, but he had to stop fighting when a scary Imperial soldier hurt him. Now he doesn’t like either side. He says they’re all…well, I’m not allowed to say, but it isn’t nice.”
{continued from here}
“Now that’s a shame to hear,” responded the vampire on behalf of the boy’s father, and he meant it. Though he agreed on the foul nature of Ulfric’s rebellion, he didn’t go out of his way to impose his political views on the child; he probably heard enough about Stormcloaks and Imperials at home, and was only out here to enjoy himself while he could. He didn’t believe it was right for him to comment on the matter, anyway, especially to one so young. Hopefully, he’d be able to grow up and decide for himself just who he wanted to fight for, if he wanted to fight at all.
Frowning momentarily at the boy’s remark of having few friends in the old Nordic city of ice and cold, Rowan crouched down and scooped a handful of frosted snow into his fist, holding it behind his back as he paced slowly to the side with a grin building upon his face.
“Have you ever had a snowball fight, lad?”
sky-eve
I'm gonna say Valijor at 15
Guess the age my muse lost their virginity
//Close! Valjor lost his virginity when he was 17
"What did you say?" {Another Maxie and Val thing}
“You heard me, ” Valjor said, blinking slowly at Maxie as a crooked, lazy smile spread across his face. “Come on, I’m bored and drunk, and you’re attractive. Maybe I’ll do the same for you, if you ask nicely enough.”
"Oh Come On You Look Cute." (ayyy)
8. Bunny ears and white briefs with bunny tail attached to the back of them
“Where did you even find this thing?” Valjor demanded, trying–and failing–not to let his cheeks turn scarlet. He looked utterly ridiculous, and he couldn’t stop reaching up to self-consciously touch the bunny ears that sat atop his head with a scowl on his face, or turn around to glare at the tail pinned to the back of the shorts he wore. “Why do you even have it?”
{Closed || whatdosendhelp}
By the Divines, he was exhausted. Why Caesa insisted on dragging him up the side of some gods-forsaken mountain was beyond him; all that was found in this part of Skyrim was ice, snow, and more ice, with the exception of a few wolves and frostbite spiders and the occasional frost troll. Most of those things he could handle, but trolls were another story entirely.
“How much longer until we actually reach this place of yours?” he asked in the same complaining tone he’d been using to address her for the last hour. “Or did you get us lost again?”
(Valjor)" I'm terribly sorry, but I need to use a boat to go somewhere and I don't have one. For a price, would you be willing to take me where I would like to go?" (sorry new rper! just let me know if i get too annoying or anything or yeah)
“First of all, she isn’t a boat,” Valjor corrected, unable to keep the annoyance from hisvoice. “She’s a ship, and she isn’t in the business of ferrying people fromdock to dock. You do understand whoit is that sails The Scorned Lady,right?”