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ok this blog was a fun experiment but ive officially decided that i really am someone who can only focus on one muse at a time SO
catch me @lichwept for tes content, @foraelirenn for witcher content, and a tba justine blog (which i’ll promo here)
i’ll still rp on discord for any of the others tho so just im me!
will also be on @hulknd
ok this blog was a fun experiment but ive officially decided that i really am someone who can only focus on one muse at a time SO
catch me @lichwept for tes content, @foraelirenn for witcher content, and a tba justine blog (which i’ll promo here)
i’ll still rp on discord for any of the others tho so just im me!
THE IMPETUOUS & THE FOOLISH ONES for whom the cracked stone is a symbol , as well as the sensible ones for whom these immortal , forever reborn flowers are a symbol .
indie elven / witcher oc. by spades.
hey seriously FUCK humans this post made by pissed off elves gang
val’s sk/yrim verse got me fucked........ dude gets shot & stabbed, unable to even scream as his mentor stabs him, & then he has to try & stumble to winte/rhold all by himself..... just utterly alone, in a blizzard, still clutching at his torso...... karliah WE GET IT u gotta bury ur dead bf but maybe u could help the dude u just Shot get to safety
Uh-oh. Dr. Belcombe will be here in 20 minutes.
﹡ ⭒✴ * . 𝖕𝖗𝖕𝖍𝖞𝖗𝖎𝖐·: . ✰⋰∘
THE IDEA OF A REQUEST IN THIS SITUATION, the audacity of the thing! maybe it’s why he listens. sure, the look he gives is half like a plea — an unspoken ‘really, now?’ — but he does give pause, stilled statuesque with an incredulous sort of expression as his gaze follows the thief’s path. vicente does not move until he’s quite sure he’s alone once more, the only sound the stirring of a man slowly waking from restful sleep. in five minutes, the corpse, steaming and headless and stinking at its cauterized neck, will hit the ground with an unceremonious, almost wet thud. finding him hadn’t been the hard part. the care the assassin lacked the first time does not apply to the second, and it takes just a bit of power to find someone quickly; the power to detect life tends to be a useful measure in that. killing the man certainly hadn’t either — it’s his luck that his sleeping mark decided to rouse, as he’d no doubt the distinctive burnt line where his sword would have struck the sheets would tell a clearer story than the bloodless head left on its surface. even getting the body out had been simple, a task he’s used to. no, the difficult part of the thing is justifying the meeting in the first place. “ typically one flees the scene of their crime, ” vicente hisses through copper teeth, and at once the cause for delay is obvious, spelled in the rusty stains that still linger, half-wiped away on his chin. now, care is taken to keep to the shadows, to stay silent and discreet as the remnants of a person now half obscured at his feet. and he says, hushed and as if not entirely hypocritical: “ what in oblivion are you thinking, sticking around? ”
his stomach lurches at the sight of copperish remnants clinging to vicente’s chin , one - eyed gaze darting to the puncture wounds of the cadaver on the ground . valirenn has met a great deal of people , been forced to small - talk with the most vile that tamriel has to offer . but the way a whole life can be justified as nothing more than a meal , how one could so boldly stare down the will of the gods & defy it ... valirenn isn’t so sure about this stranger anymore . through only the grace of nocturnal , he finds the strength to push the words out of his tongue .
‘ it’s hard to find like - minded individuals , ‘ valirenn says , voice wavering despite his attempt to seem stern . ‘ i wished to introduce myself . to perhaps negotiate some sort of contract -- a burglary gone wrong doesn’t raise as many questions as a sole decapitate head , i’m sure . ‘ he’s trying to make eye contact with vicente , but he keeps going back to the body .
‘ but forgive me for taking up your time , ‘ he asks , gaze not leaving the drained man . ‘ it was foolish of me . you’re right , it’s best to flee . ‘ he takes the gray cowl from his bag , shifting around stolen treasures to do so , but hesitates before putting it on , before taking the last move to leave . how desperate , how childlike is his want to be stopped , to not have to become the gray fox to be anything at all . but he knows that’s not the job of this stranger . it’s not the job of anyone . he will wait , for the two corpses to be gone , for himself to be left a mirror with no reflection again , for the gray fox to prowl the streets once more .
“ i wish i knew how to talk about it. ” (hhhhhhh Divayth and this loser cyborg)
‘ you don’t need to , sil , ‘ divayth says , voice uncharacteristically soft . he does not look up from his current tinkering . the candlelight flickers , casting a strange glow on divayth’s face , & he pulls out a chair next to him . ‘ come . sit with me , watch my work , ‘ he offers . ‘ it’s quiet here . it’s safe . ‘
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“ i wish i knew how to talk about it. ” “ you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together. ” “ i don’t want to be alone anymore. ” “ i wish i could hate you. ” “ take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while. ” “ i need you to trust me. ” “ i missed/miss you. ” “ she/he won’t listen to me. ” “ let me do this for you. please. ” “ is there anything else you want to say to me? ” “ tell me something happy. ” “ promise me. ” “ i just want/wanted to help. ” “ let me explain. ” “ i didn’t/don’t need you to understand, i just wanted/want you to support me. ” “ i’m on your side. ” “ i’ve got your back, okay? ” “ please, tell me you have a plan. ” “ stay with me tonight. ” “ don’t go. please. ” “ i’ve been alone for so long i’m afraid i don’t know what it’s like not to be. ” “ talk to me. ” “ i did what i had to do. ” “ we can’t keep going on like this. ” “ i’m just tired. ” “ i’m scared. ” “ it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it. ” “ it’s better to expect disappointment. ” “ hope is dangerous. ” “ i like seeing you smile. ” “ you look beautiful. ” “ be patient with her/him. they’re trying. ” “ i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough. it’s never good enough. ” “ i’m starting to think i’m just fucked up. ” “ have a drink with me. ” “ she/he is better off without me. but i guess that’s their choice. ” “ you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ” “ can i help you? ” “ i thought you’d like this. ” “ do you wanna get out of here? ” “ walk with me? ” “ well, shit. ”
“Ah, now you must be lost. Best ya scurry off while you’re able. The Ratway, well, it has a habit of swallowin’ up the uninvited.”
independent & semi selective delvin mallory of tes ;; skyrim oc && multimuse friendly au &&& crossover friendly multiverse - multiship
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like for a starter from val ! ( tes oc , you can read his bio here )
HULKYND , noun , lit. ‘broken child ‘ ; refers to altmeri children abandoned by their parents because of their imperfection , for example physical deformity / low activity , sideblog to wrmgay , not always canon compliant , by spades :)
THE GARDEN WAS A RARE SANCTUARY. a place he was only well enough to visit every so often , & even then , only for short amount of times . sunlight licked at his skin , some small sampling of the flame that would one day consume him , some reminder of the great magic pooling in his veins . it terrified him .
lothric kept himself propped in his chair , struggling to support the weight of his own upper body , but trying anyways . his energy had been drained by using his teleportation , but his cracked lips couldn’t help but split into a smile . somehow , he always forgot how wonderful the world was outside his bedroom . how tragic that one day it would all burn into nothing . it was only then he noticed him-- his knight & protector . lothric’s smile only grew .
‘ you’re here , ‘ he said , voice spilling out in that familiar wispy way . ‘ would you tell me the names of these flowers ? i’m afraid they look different than in my book . ‘
@hiscinder
hi can we talk about how richter’s name literally just means judge , & how every time someone mentions how shaft possessed him , richter shifts the blame to himself ???? like his first reaction is not “ what has shaft done ? ” it’s “ what have i done ? ” , & later , when dracula is defeated , he says “ if i hadn’t been so weak we wouldn’t be here . ” moreover , he never gets any validation that it was never his fault .
like , not a single person says that he was strong or that it was shaft who was to blame , not him . can we just talk about the burden of the belmont lineage– in that every new generation has the pressure of hearing how perfect all their ancestors were , & has the expectation of somehow being even greater ? thanks
I BROUGHT THE LIGHT UP TO MY FACE & SMILED —— he was surprised, even stunned by the pallor of my flesh, the dark hunger in my ageless eyes, & the teeth — oh yes, i think the teeth definitely surprised the man who could not afford to be surprised. ‘ i haven’t fed in seventy-two hours, ’ i explained as i fell on him. HE DID NOT LAND THE FIRST BLOW, NOR THE LAST.
( an independent, headcanon-heavy vicente valtieri of tes oblivion · purified by dantalion. )
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THE SMALL TALK IS WONT TO DRIVE HIM MAD, if only from how trapped the social convention, how stuffy. it isn’t that vicente disdains talking — oh if that were the case! — but the truth of it falls more in complete lack of interest. he can talk, perhaps, but what, really, is there to talk about? her voice lacks the touch of mourning he expects when justine so readily brings up her father. truthfully, he almost appreciates it; the dramatics of this era’s mourning rites are exhausting, something someone so entrenched in death has difficulty revering. for all the rumors of the madamoiselle florbelle’s eccentricities ( all in hushed tones, ) her refusal to conform had been prominent, and only therein lies any source of interest — though if she carries on like this, perhaps justine will prove an interesting conversational partner indeed. vicente offers her a polite, twinkling chuckle. “ i mentioned it was my first language, but not the last. it’s been years since i’ve needed to speak it frequently. i have no doubt you’re more fluent than i at this point! so if you would spare me the embarassment… ” in lies easily spoken through a soft smile, narrowing eyes unimpressed. “ learning before one travels is always a boon. i’ve found that attempting to learn the language when you’ve already arrived is a fright bit more challenging, but i’m sure you have more foresight than that. at least your father would have, rest his soul. i can’t imagine much traveling was to be done after that. ”
‘ rest his soul , indeed , ‘ justine replies , without any betrayal of emotion at all . if justine believed in such silly things as a higher power , perhaps she’d take comfort in imagining her father screaming in some pit of cartoonish hellfire . but she’s too smart for that . ‘ truthfully , there still isn’t much done . after papa’s ... accident , i’ve become somewhat of a recluse . an heiress must learn every muscle & tendon of her country , not waste the most formative years of her brain on mere sight - seeing . ‘
there’s a purpose with the way she remarks on his demise . a plucked suspicion , an almost admittance of what she’d done . justine holds no remorse . no pity for that man who stole away her chance of a normal life --- a life where she might actually enjoy talk such as this . she smiles , sips her tea , & elects to make things more interesting .
‘ tell me , monsieur , do you gamble ? ‘ she asks , grin equally feminine & harrowing . ‘ there’s a wonderful game i’d love to play--- we must first step out of this event though . we certainly wouldn’t want others to interfere , would we ? ‘
