Covered In Blood For Sexy Reasons

Literally me @ the Reunion cinematic

Uncle Sheo yeets meteor at morrowind

Dagoth Ur:

i sleep

Molag Bal terrorising and anchoring tamriel

Dagoth Ur:

i sleep

Clavicus Vile threatening vivec and morrowind

Dagoth Ur:

i sleep

Nocturnal fucking around with sotha sil and his clockworkcity

Dagoth Ur:

i sleep

Nerevar: is reborn

Dagoth Ur:

SWEET NEREVAR !!!!!! 💞💕

aand then of course the first thing dagoth ur proceeds to do is giving the nerevarine a wedding dream.

dagoth ur got them priorities.

insanity

Send me a character + a number and I’ll tell you my headcanons for:

Their physical weak spots

Their emotional/moral weak spots

Scars or painful spots

Best places to kiss on their body

Guilty pleasures

Their vices (physical or emotional)

Their tickle spots

Bad memories/experiences

Humiliating memories

Fears/phobias

Bad or petty habits

Grudges and vendettas

What gets them flustered

Ingrained habits/forces of habit

What it takes to make them cry

Dark secrets/’skeletons in the closet’

Regrets

Things they’ll never admit

People they’ve hurt or indirectly killed, and how it affected them

What-ifs/Alternate Timelines

Turning points in their life

People who’ve influenced them greatly

List of Non-sexual forms of intimacy

a menagerie of oc questions:

What kind of magic would they have? If they already have magic, would they prefer another kind?

What’s their laugh like?

What’s their smile like? What makes them smile?

Are they afraid of bugs?

Are they outdoorsy?

What kind of chocolates do they avoid in a box of Russell Stovers?

What’s their least favorite kind of weather?

What Studio Ghibli movie are they?

What Disney song are they?

Do they have any scars or piercings?

Are they competitive?

What is their astrological sign?

What is their Hogwarts house?

Do they like spicy food? Do they like sweets?

Do they associate a certain food with a memory?

Likewise, do they associate a certain smell with a memory?

Are they a heavy sleeper?

What’s their sleep schedule like?

What’s their color palette?

Do they like other people playing with/touching their hair?

Would they swim with sharks?

Do they like the smell of gasoline?

What do they like more, sunrise or sunset?

Rooftop stargazing or meadow cloud watching?

Do they like being out in the rain?

How do they flirt?

What is their relationship like with their parents? Do they have any?

How do they feel about physical affection?

What is their love language?

What’s the quickest way to their heart?

Do they have any precious mementos or keepsakes? What are they?

Are they religious?

How healthy is their diet?

Where would they be at a frat party?

What kind of drunk are they?

Have they had a first kiss? What was it like?

Are they down to get pegged?

Can they fight?

Would they hide injuries?

What’s an experience they gloss over that is a matter of concern?

What were they like as a child?

What vine represents them?

Can they rip an apple apart with their bare hands?

Morning person or night owl?

Is there any one thing they would change about themselves?

What’s one thing that would shut them up?

Are they keeping secrets? What are they?

How would their friends tell them apart from a doppelganger?

Where do they fit on the lawful alignment chart?

What au do you put them in when their story gets a bit too dark?

Are they a pacer? What’s their body language like when agitated?

Are they a good babysitter? A bad one?

Are they prone to daydreaming?

What kind of dessert would they be?

Would they ever bingewatch a show? What is it?

How would they fare in the zombie apocalypse? 

What are their opinions on mushrooms?

Is their a quote/song lyric/line of poetry that best describes them? What is it?

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Absent in the official line-up of Smolder Scrolls characters, Verandis now joins my fan ESO series with a big novel!

The way you said “I love you.“

Some fluffy, some angsty prompts

As a hello

With a hoarse voice, under the blankets

A scream

Over a cup of tea

Over a beer bottle

On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair

As a thank you

As an apology

When baking chocolate chip cookies

Not said to me

With a shuddering gasp

When we lay together on the fresh spring grass

In a letter

A whisper in the ear

Loud, so everyone can hear

Over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble

When the broken glass litters the floor

From very far away

With no space left between us

As we huddle together, the storm raging outside

Over your shoulder

Muffled, from the other side of the door

Through a song

Without really meaning it

In a blissful sigh as you fall asleep

Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave

A taunt, with one eyebrow raised and a grin bubbling at your lips

When I am dead

Slowly, the words dripping from your tongue like honey

Too quick, mumbled into your scarf

In awe, the first time you realised it

In a way I can’t return

On a post-it note

Before we jump

As a goodbye

melon pop