Ysmir, Dragon of the North

Laat Dovahkiin / Last Dragonborn. Nord/Imperial F!DB. Independent indie RP blog. Also contains random drabbles about the misadventures of Derpborn!

[mana3301]

[underground-alchemist-deactivat]

If you think Maf wouldn’t step over the bodies of countless humans to get what he wants then that’s where your wrong kiddo.

[ysmirdragonofthenorth]

Hide your kids, hide your wife, hide your husband too ‘cause they’re slaughtering everybody out here!

*runs for the hills*

Save us, Guts! ...In lack of Guts, Varla will have to do. Yeah no, that sad snowball doesn’t stand a chance.

[forestmood]

Frosty glade - Castor Hanglands by naturalengland

[kitkatrph]

actual cannibal shia lebouf sentence starters

because i have no self control

❛    You’re walking in the woods. There’s no one around, and your phone is dead.    ❜ ❛    Out of the corner of your eye you spot ______.    ❜ ❛    He’s following you about 30 feet back.    ❜ ❛    ______ gaining on you.    ❜ ❛    There’s blood on his face! My god, there’s blood everywhere!    ❜ ❛    He’s brandishing a knife.    ❜ ❛    Lurking in the shadows is Hollywood superstar _______.    ❜ ❛    He’s living in the woods, killing for sport, and eating all the bodies.    ❜ ❛    You’re hopelessly lost yourself…    ❜ ❛    Your leg! AH! It’s caught in a bear trap!     ❜ ❛    Gnaw off your leg.    ❜  ❛    Quiet, quiet.    ❜ ❛    Stab it in his kidney.    ❜ ❛    You are safe at last from _________.    ❜ ❛    Blood is oozing from your stump leg.    ❜ ❛    But you have won.    ❜ ❛    You have beaten _______.    ❜ ❛    There was a gun to your head and death in his eyes.    ❜ ❛    But you can do Jis Jitsu! Body slam superstar _______!    ❜ ❛    Wait! He isn’t dead!    ❜ ❛    This is a normal Tuesday night for ________.    ❜ ❛    Blood is draining fast from your stump leg.    ❜ ❛    You have just decapitated _______.    ❜ ❛    Fall to your knees and catch your breath.    ❜ ❛    You’re finally safe from ________…    ❜

[ysmirdragonofthenorth]

My Valentine’s Day gift finally arrived! :D I love it! Pictured above: What to get for your gamer girlfriend.

[gamer-guff]

[hiddenskyrim]

Guess I was just hearing things.

[ms-mazarin]

Words to replace said, except this actually helps

[lubiido]

msocasey:

I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.

IN RESPONSE TO: acknowledged, answered, protested

INPUT/JOIN CONVERSATION/ASK: added, implored, inquired, insisted, proposed, queried, questioned, recommended, testified

GUILTY/RELUCTANCE/SORRY: admitted, apologized, conceded, confessed, professed

FOR SOMEONE ELSE: advised, criticized, suggested

JUST CHECKING: affirmed, agreed, alleged, confirmed

LOUD: announced, chanted, crowed

LEWD/CUTE/SECRET SPY FEEL: appealed, disclosed, moaned

ANGRY FUCK OFF MATE WANNA FIGHT: argued, barked, challenged, cursed, fumed, growled, hissed, roared, swore

SMARTASS: articulated, asserted, assured, avowed, claimed, commanded, cross-examined, demanded, digressed, directed, foretold, instructed, interrupted, predicted, proclaimed, quoted, theorized

ASSHOLE: bellowed, boasted, bragged

NERVOUS TRAINWRECK: babbled, bawled, mumbled, sputtered, stammered, stuttered

SUAVE MOTHERFUCKER: bargained, divulged, disclosed, exhorted

FIRST OFF: began

LASTLY: concluded, concurred

WEAK PUSY: begged, blurted, complained, cried, faltered, fretted

HAPPY/LOL: cajoled, exclaimed, gushed, jested, joked, laughed

WEIRDLY HAPPY/EXCITED: extolled, jabbered, raved

BRUH, CHILL: cautioned, warned

ACTUALLY, YOU’RE WRONG: chided, contended, corrected, countered, debated, elaborated, objected, ranted, retorted

CHILL SAVAGE: commented, continued, observed, surmised

LISTEN BUDDY: enunciated, explained, elaborated, hinted, implied, lectured, reiterated, recited, reminded, stressed

BRUH I NEED U AND U NEED ME: confided, offered, urged

FINE: consented, decided

TOO EMO FULL OF EMOTIONS: croaked, lamented, pledged, sobbed, sympathized, whimpered

JUST SAYING: declared, decreed, mentioned, noted, pointed out, postulated, speculated, stated, told, vouched

WASN’T ME: denied, lied

EVIL SMARTASS: dictated, equivocated, ordered, reprimanded, threatened

BORED: droned, sighed

SHHHH IT’S QUIET TIME: echoed, mumbled, murmured, muttered, uttered, whispered

DRAMA QUEEN: exaggerated, panted, pleaded, prayed, preached

OH SHIT: gasped, marveled, screamed, screeched, shouted, shrieked, yelped, yelled

ANNOYED: grumbled, grunted, jeered, quipped, scolded, snapped, snarled, sneered

ANNOYING: nagged

I DON’T REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER: guessed, ventured

I’M DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM: hooted, howled, yowled

I WONDER: pondered, voiced, wondered

OH, YEAH, WHOOPS: recalled, recited, remembered

SURPRISE BITCH: revealed

IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DON’T WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD: scoffed, snickered, snorted

BITCHY: tattled, taunted, teased

[occasionalrpmemes]

RPers, please reblog this if you’re ok with para responses that don’t include dialogue.

        Often it seems like an expectation that dialogue will be exchanged in every para response, but sometimes characters are nonverbal, or don’t have anything to say, or are in a situation that would make talking impractical. If the writer puts enough attention into describing their actions, though, there’s still plenty to respond to even without dialogue.         Non-dialogue responses are not “going nowhere.” Non-dialogue responses are not “filler.” Non-dialogue responses are not non-responses.

[ysmirdragonofthenorth]

Cragslane Recruitment

[sadclown-rp]

The murmuring drew louder as someone seemed to get up and begin walking towards the small figure’s position. It didn’t seem like it was an investigatory gait, however; a slow, awkward, dumb amble. Like a bear, Ba’aijj thought, this one must be Nordic. Ba’aijj knows a Nord’s footsteps from a mile away. That only worked to his advantage now, and as he scurried up behind a tall shrub, he caught sight of the bastard. Tall, thickly-muscled to the point of being brutish—like great, big hams had been bound to his arms and slabs of beef had been draped around his neck. Closer and closer he drew, zig-zagging lazily, stumbling occasionally over a stone or a root. Inch by inch, rock by rock, he came closer, closer still, oblivious. Indeed, a true son of Skyrim. 

It was like a lightening strike, three things happening at once; one rehearsed, fluid motion, and the Khajiit’s nimble fingers flew back towards his quiver and drew a poisoned arrow. At the same time, he seemed to shoot from the foliage like a hiding Spriggan, and with his bow hand shot forward a stinging sucker-punch directly into the Nord’s square nose.  Nocking the arrow and freeing himself from the foliage, the beastman swung around the back of the Nord and glanced about quickly, locating the other odd scent he’d noticed earlier. A lone Dunmer sat in his camp, making himself right at home it seemed. Poachers. Thieves. Freeloading dim-wits, it seemed. Attention darting back to the larger of the two men, Ba’aijj stared daggers at him and pulled to full-draw, the long, jagged edge of the arrow caked in a foul-looking paste that practically oozed misery. “Give us one reason not to make Fat-Boy here into wolf-bait, Dunmer,” He projected loud enough for the seated man to hear and, in a quieter tone, spoke at the Nord, “Move, and We pin djou to the tree. Nothing stupid now, thief.”

[ysmirdragonofthenorth]

The Nord pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to stop the bleeding. He sniffled miserably as tears welled in his big, bulging eyes. “O-okay...!” he conceded, muttering in a ridiculously nasal voice. Blood poured from his nostrils, down his swollen Cupid’s bow and dripped off his chin, soaking into his thick fox fur collar.

His Dunmer companion leaped to his feet and drew his dagger, ready to defend his companion, but immediately lowered it once he saw the younger Khajiit hesitate. “Wait, wait! We’re not thieves! We are... recruiters! We were looking for you - on our boss’s behalf. You must be Ba’aijj, correct?” In a gesture of goodwill, he sheathed his weapon and lowered his hands to his side. He nervously crinkled his shirt.

[chitinmasked]

“This s'wit,” he jabbed a thumb at Hasichnach, “wants to take on a giant’s encampment. Just the two of us. I wouldn’t be worried if he was at least semi-competent with that poker he calls a ‘sword’. So,” he entirely turned his back to the Breton to face the Nord. “If you’re saner than him, I’ll join you, free of charge other than a cut of the spoils. Not even a big one mind you, enough to maintain my gear and afford basic necessities. Do we have a deal?” Behind his mask, he arched his eyebrows then dropped them realizing she couldn’t see them.

[ysmirdragonofthenorth]

Ysmir might have laughed at the Breton’s foolhardy plan, if she did not remember her dog Meeko getting crushed by a giant’s club in vivid, gory detail. His last agonized whimper haunted her to this day. Still dwelling on her loyal hound’s untimely demise, she tried her best to keep her voice from wavering. That moment, she was immensely grateful for her mask which hid her sorrow from view. She loved that dog - if only she had found a different owner for him.

“Giants are not to be taken lightly. My suggestion? Paralysis. If you absolutely must dispatch some giants for whatever reason, use magic to incapacitate them until you can finish them off. Or poison. How about...” She rummaged through her pockets, and pulled out a small flask filled with a dark, inky liquid, which she handed to the Breton. “A gift - don’t get yourself killed. And don’t use that sword. If you know what’s good for you, avoid melee at all cost.”

She turned back to the Dunmer. “My friend, your help is more than welcome, but if you are afraid of giants, I suggest staying far away from me, as I fight dragons on a regular basis. I don’t think you know what you are in for,” she tried to discourage the sellsword. She had enough blood on her hands already - she didn’t want to lead more men to their deaths. Even if she definitely, definitely needed his help.

[ysmirdragonofthenorth]

Cragslane Recruitment

[ysmirdragonofthenorth]

sadclown-rp

The khajiit was rather grateful the conies in his bag had finally stopped wriggling about, as it’d grown tiresome trying to keep them from jostling all the arrows out of his quiver. Strange wonder, that was—you could snap a rabbit’s neck, and still, it’d wriggle about and try to kick. The same thing would happen to the desert snakes his sisters and he caught when they were young; they’d flop and whip about, trying to strike at them without a head that worked anymore, as if the soul kept on trying to fight it. That’s what his mother had told him, that the soul always stays in the body for just a few more seconds if it’s not ready to leave. However, these thoughts didn’t linger much more than a moment, flashing by as the warm, hazy sun beat into the dampened air that made his coat fluff up in all sorts of sticky, undesirable ways. The khajiit leaped now, one rock to the other, pausing inquisitively on each to chart his path next with those large amber eyes that seemed to blaze in his mottled little head. ‘A head that seemed too big for such a little body’, the nords and orcs in this bar or the other tavern would tease, but who were they to judge? They were all dull, bored dockworkers, with families and responsibilities. Ba'aijj had no responsibilities now. He was a bachelor, on his own and living by his own set of rules, camping where he liked and poaching what he pleased. The slight frown on his face turned to a subtle little grin, a half-twitch of the lips that made his minute whiskers flinch in the air. Fur hood pulled up over his head and the trailing pelt over his shoulders, the bandit skipped from stone to stone, avoiding the fresh-fallen leaf litter on the ground and taking in the smells— The smells. They were all wrong. He was near his camp, the familiar longbow-shaped tree that threatened collapse after a troll incursion not two days before, the rocky outcropping that formed a sort of lean-to for him to nestle under in the night, it was all…tainted. Someone had been here. Two someones, in fact. Ba'aijj’s appearance immediately changed. A jovial little alley-cat one second, bobbing about the dark stones like a boy in a fairy tale, ceased to exist entirely. He stooped down, almost flattening himself to the ground and unslinging the smooth, dark green form of his An-Xileel bow. His breath alltogether ceased. He hung above the ground, stolidly suspended by the strength of his calves, tail wavering out behind him in an effort to counterbalance him in space. He waited, listening for voices.

“This is sooo boring... Can I take a nap? That bedroll sure looks comfortable...” The bulky Nord complained as he perched on the rock which served as his makeshift seat. He eyed the half-hidden bedroll wistfully. Time would pass faster if he wasn’t conscious, he figured.

“Do you want Khajiit fleas? Because that’s how you catch Khajiit fleas,” the Dunmer discouraged him.

The Nord made a disgusted face and shrank away from the bedroll. He rubbed his rear in discomfort. Hard stone was unpleasant to sit on for prolonged periods. Time couldn’t seem to pass fast enough as they waited. “What if he got eaten by a bear or sabrecat? He probably got eaten by a bear or sabrecat - too bad! ...Can we go home now? Please?”

“I can’t believe you call that cave home. You have no standards. Not that I expected any different from a Nord - you are all uncivilized barbarians.”

“You will not insult the boss’s fine establishment! If you don’t like Skyrim, why don’t you go back to Morrowind?”

“I have... worn out my welcome in Blacklight. And in the rest of Morrowind, as well. The reason I came to this backwards province does not concern you, s’wit.”

“You must be pretty unpopular in Morrowind, then. Don’t worry, I still like you! Even if you’re... kind of racist, you know? Towards absolutely everyone. But we can be friends anyway!”

The Dunmer sneered in disdain while the silly Nord beamed at him hopefully.

“Okay. Nature calls, my friend. I must go!” The Nord stood up. “I’m going to take a leak, you know?” he added, as if it wasn’t obvious enough for the now disgusted Dunmer. Too much information. The Dunmer covered his face with his hands and rubbed his temples. The worst part of the wait was being stuck with that idiot.

With that, the Nord stood up and walked to the edge of camp. As he was about to unzip his pants, he accidentally met an amber pair of eyes. “Uh... Hi!”

[exorcist-on-paws-blog]

Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

[ysmirdragonofthenorth]

[sublimepoint]

↳ The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim scenery [27/∞]

[ysambre-fauntography]

“Kodamas” ~ © Ysambre fauntography 2017

[hiddenskyrim]

Skyrim Valentines by Oxboxer (Jemma Salume) on Deviantart

[underground-alchemist-deactivat]

Dust bathing (Closed RP with ysmirdragonofthenorth)

[ysmirdragonofthenorth]

underground-alchemist

The blind cave creature clicked his teeth together, and quickly donned the large woven pack carrying all his alchemy ingredients and foodstuffs. A dingy iron pan swung loudly from the hook embedded in the straw, while his acid spitting chaurus stayed huddled inside, asleep, “You’re dumb, the monster’s inside you!” Was all he said before shuffling off, “Bye.” His footstep slow and uneasy given the weight inside the bag and his half-missing ear. Speaking of his ear: the infection Ysmir spotted earlier had become red and inflamed from all the dirt and dust clogging up the perfectly serrated flesh, and while it wasn’t bleeding, it was obvious something would have to be done soon, otherwise the pitiful piss-stained Falmer could his entire ear.

The strange little Falmer managed to surprise Ysmir once again. Did he... Did he just somehow guess that she was the Dragonborn? Suddenly, his earlier statement made a lot more sense. The ‘monster’, the ‘big scary thing’ inside her - he must have referred to her dragon soul. But how? She was not wearing her trademark Dragonborn mask, so how could he possibly know? “What monster? You must be mistaken...” she lied, trying to protect her secret identity - and continued to play dumb. If he thought she was dumb, well, it only worked in her favor. But how did he know? She was baffled. Could he somehow see her soul?

“Hold on, stop! What happened to your ear?” she followed him as he turned to leave. “It’s infected. I can help, if you let me. I’m an alchemist, a healer.” The wound was swollen, angry red and oozed slimy, yellow pus. Not a good sign. “You’re going to lose the rest of it too if you don’t accept my help. Please, let me make up for paralyzing you,” she offered, concerned. He definitely needed help, and fast. Poor Flopsy, he led a hard life. What happened to his ear? Odd how the cut was perfectly straight.