DON'T TRY TO STOP ME.

( elder scrolls oc - semi active )

[vulsoven-a]

This is the one (1) thing I have to show for being away. 

[vulsoven-a]

Being active on a tumblr blog is so fucking hard someone stab me

[vulsoven-a]

morrowsword.

            “Non-existent! As always.” Solstheim wasn’t exactly the best place to go looking for work these days, but in truth he’d been waiting on her. He didn’t really want to go gallivanting across Tamriel with anyone else. And who could blame him?The Dragonborn was sure to go on the best adventures; everything else was without a doubt boring in comparison. And it certainly didn’t hurt that he considered her to be one of, if not the best friend he’d ever had.

           “You wouldn’t happen to be looking for a partner in crime again, would you? I’d be happy to join you. No charge, of course.” That went without saying. Hell, he’d even pay her to take him along, if he had the coin to do so. “Come on, what d’ya say?”

     “No pressure, huh?” It’s hard to say no to that face. “Welllll...” 

She trails off, despite the pre-determined answer. Of course she’s going to say yes. Last time they had parted, it had been because of Guild business wedging itself into her life again-- the call of Nocturnal is not one easily denied, if at all. We need to break, for now, she’d said. Guild business. You understand.

     “Lucky you, then,” she says, a grin creeping upon her lips. “Because I’ve got a ship to Cyrodiil within the morrow. The room I’ve got has room for two.”

[vulsoven-a]

   “ Good, as always. Saving the world. You know how it goes. ” The dryness to her tone suggests she’s joking, but there’s an undeniable edge of exasperation there, too. After all, is she wrong, really? 

Upon realizing she hasn’t set Teldryn down yet, she does so, and clasps his shoulders with a wide and ever-contagious grin. She could regale Teldryn with stories of daedra and aedra and cheese-wheels, but instead opts for a cheerful; “ I missed you. How’s the merc work? ”

@morrowsword​

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bladeforhire.

        A devilish grin crossed the Dunmer’s features and a wicked gleam sparked in his eye as he said, “You’ve got it.”

        He waited until the Orc and Slitter passed by their table before silently summoning a small ball of flame in the palm of his hand. Reaching out, it didn’t take much for Mogrul’s fine clothes to catch. It was a small fire at first, no more than that of a candle’s wick, but it would spread quickly. Extinguishing his spell, Teldryn sat back to watch the chaos unfold, casually bringing his mug to his lips to hide his smug smile and quirking a brow at Val.

See, this is exactly why Valvossa wished she had the talent for magic.

Mug hiding her own smile in a similar fashion, she watches with the eyes of a hawk... Only for said eyes to light up with all the glee of a child on the first day of the New Life Festival.

There’s a weak attempt at taking a sip to muffle her giggling as Mogrul begins yelping... But she fails, and in her laughter ends up snorting some of the drink through her nose, leading to a very not-subtle coughing-laughing-hybrid fit.

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bladeforhire.

         “I could set his pants on fire, if you like.” He was only half joking. If she asked, he’d probably only briefly consider the consequences. “Doesn’t have to be anything major–we can blame it on him getting too close to a candle…”

           And even if the guards were to get involved, he’d get little more than a slap on the wrist. Nobody liked Mogrul, and a small prank was hardly cause for jail time… Although the Orc might not have seen it that way. But if he or Slitter tried to pull anything, Teldryn was confident he could take them both on… And then of course there was Val, who could easily lay waste to them before they could even think to lift a finger.

    “ Yeah, but then what about his bodyguard? ” She says the word with distaste; of course someone as arrogant as Mogrul would need a bodyguard, but all it does is prove what a coward the man is deep down. 

Then again, why bother thinking so far ahead?

     “ Actually-- you should do it. ”

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bladeforhire.

             “Oh, sure, but when you throw it in my face any time you want to win an argument, it kind of loses its charm. Just sayin’.”

    “ We were arguing? ”

[frodo-sam]

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bladeforhire.

              “Ugh… Don’t even get me started.” 

              Mogrul was probably the most hated person in town, and not without reason. He was a bully, and if you made the mistake of owing him money, he was nothing short of a nightmare. There was nothing wrong with making sure debts were paid, but the lengths the orc went to were barbaric. 

               “Did you hear about Drovas Relvi? Damn brute’s been harassing the poor man for months.”

      “ Is there anything else he does all day other than walk around and periodically remind people not to get in his way? ” 

When she thinks about it, she can’t even really recall if Mogrul had said anything else to her. Truly the Orc’s arrogance knew no bounds, if he was keen on telling even her -- someone most people mistake for a Daedra as opposed to a regular Dunmer -- to beat it. Valvossa’s nose wrinkles.

    “ He really needs a taste of his own medicine or-- something. N’chow, I wish I knew magic. ” She wiggles her fingers as if she expected to shoot lightning bolts out of them. “ Could magic his pants away, or something. ”

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bladeforhire.

            “Oh, come on, that’s cheating! You bring it up every time!”

    “ I’m fairly certain I’ve earned my bragging rights! ”

[saltmer]

evening in bloated man’s grotto

[vulsoven-a]

bladeforhire.

          “Everyone’s gotta start somewhere,” he laughed, finally directing his gaze back to the dragonborn. This was definitely a more comfortable conversation. Teasing jokes and flirtations were one thing, but actual displays of affection were another. “I’ll have you running for your money in no time.” 

        “ Let me know when you get to Sovngarde and back, alright? ”

[crazylittleloon]

The Dragonborn is a national treasure.

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bladeforhire.

           “Oh… Yeah, no, uh… no problem. ‘S what I’m here for.”

            He looked away to hide his embarrassment, a hand rubbing at the back of his neck. He hadn’t expected that at all, especially not the effect it had on him. What the hell was that about? 

            “Anyway,” he said after he managed to collect himself, “I couldn’t just leave you to get your head bitten off by a bloody dragon, could I? Someone’s gotta be around to save your ass.”

There aren’t any continued jabs, although she does shoot an endeared smile in Teldryn’s direction-- though it half looks like a smirk he isn’t going to see anyway, given how he looked away.

    “ Oh, indeed. Buuut what if I’m thinking you’re trying to beat my personal record? ” Never mind that it’s one dragon compared to... “ What’s that number? One to... At least thirty? ”

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I want it back, I want it back / What was taken from me, I want it back.

Chelsea Wolfe, from Hisspun; “Two Spirit,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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@bladeforhire

     “ Ash, huh? ”

If only for the sake of pity, she doesn’t comment on the fact that the day is actually quite clear.

Valvossa grins, playfully rapping the knuckles of an ebony gauntlet against a chitin covered shoulder.

       “ It was a thank you, for having my back that last fight. ”

[vulsoven-a]

I mean if anybody needs any proof let’s not forget this small but good example: the Dunmer live in shitty slums called the “Gray Quarter.” And it wasn’t even always called the Gray Quarter. It used to be called the Snow Quarter. Ulfric renamed it to that for literally no reason but because of their skin  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

If you’re seriously going to get so fucking pressed over somebody going “hmm I don’t like the Stormcloaks because they’re led by a bigot” that you need to make not one, not two, but three separate “vague totally not related to anything in particular” aggressive “why do you hate my character >:(” posts you should reevaluate.