#OC: Arainna

[sleeplessdreamer14]

my gravity falls oc hAS A BIG SISTER!! :D

the nickname “Lola” came from her middle name, Dolores ❤️ she’s two years older than Luca, and a clothes designer/photographer, a permanent bachelorette, and inspired majorly by my own sister ❤️

references from mellon_soup

[aly-the-writer]

To be Family

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Fandom: Elder Scrolls: Skyrim

Characters: Vilkas, Arainna (female Imperial Dovahkiiin)

Pairing: Vilkas/Arainna (pre-relationship)

Description: Set immediately after "The Silver Hand" quest, Vilkas finds himself taking care of the Jorrvaskr's newest werewolf as she processes what happened and tries to sort out how she feels. Meanwhile he contemplates his own changing feelings towards the Dragonborn Arainna.

Vilkas set the bowl of water on the table in front of the girl, setting himself in the chair in front of the one she sat in with a heavy sigh. Then he pressed a cup into her hand.

She accepted it with a nod and drank a little, shivering despite the cloak around her shoulders and the fire in the hearth. Neither of them was willing to break the silence that stretched between them.

Aela had retreated to mourn Skjor in private. She would need time and space before she could face the rest of the Jorrvaskr – and the ghost left by her lover’s absence.

It had left the newest member of their misguided little family looking lost and staring empty-eyed around the hall on her own. She’d still had blood at the corner of her mouth. Caught and tangled in her hair. Staining beneath her nails with what was left of the Silver Hand the two women had found in their hunt. Dressed lightly in only loose pants and a shirt too large to fit with the sort of modesty the woman usually preferred.

Arainna was a small woman – completely dwarfed in his fur cloak that he’d wrapped around her after getting her to sit – with her long black hair tangled rather than in its usual neat braided bun. Her blue eyes still lost in the distance of her thoughts as she focused on the fire rather.

It was a good thing Aela had returned them in the dead of night. The guard would not have overlooked the state of either of them in better light. Particularly not with so many stories of vampire attacks.

It’s not been an easy change and she’s even worse than your brother was, Skjor had said before he’d gone to follow Aela in protecting the newest werewolf in their pack – Vilkas had gone to confront them for making her one of them at all.

And she was being left to process it – and her grief - on her own.

So he had brought her to the privacy of his own room, wrapped her up in his furs because he hadn’t thought to stop and fetch her own belongings from the room she shared with the other whelps and set about doing what he could to make it easier.

Taking up the cloth from the bowl, he dipped it in the warm water and wrung it out before dabbing it gently where blood had dried on her lips and face.

“Your control gets better,” he knew his tone was still rough, a little too harsh with his frustrations at the situation. Not that gentle was something he knew how to make his voice but he still tried for his shield-sister.

“I didn’t just dream that did I?” she finally spoke, though her voice was barely a whisper.

“No.”

It wasn’t a comforting answer but there’s very little that’s comforting in being a werewolf.

The blood in her veins is still too new for her to sort through the scents in the air the way he can – The scent of lavender soap still clinging stubbornly to her hair beneath the rest of it. His brother’s snoring in the other room too soft to be heard through the thick walls by a human but clear and comforting in its familiarity. Kodlak’s pacing as he turns over how to respond to what has happened. The sounds and scents of the Jorrvaskr and its inhabitants signaling home to him as they had since he had first been gifted the Beast-blood.

It will take some days for her to learn to sort through the new sensations.

She was a fine Companion but not every Companion was suited to controlling the blood. And Aela and Skjor had not consulted Kodlak on that question as tradition called for. Some part of him suspected, though, that she would learn that control swiftly enough.

“What were you thinking, Arainna?”

He took her hands in his to clean the blood from them next, gently as he could, and to pretend not to notice the regret caught in those blue eyes.

Vilkas remembered spotting the pretty Imperial in the shadows of the Jorrvaskr what felt like an age ago as he spoke with Kodlak about his own difficulties with the beast-blood.

She’d smiled and barely stopped herself from curtsying in greeting when Kodlak had spoken to her. Like some kind of proper Cyrodiil lady from the empire’s capital. He’d seen the aborted movement and frowned at it.

A bit of dented armor and a sword barely sharp enough to cut couldn’t make a pampered lady into a Companion.

Back then her hands had still been soft. The starts of the callouses he felt beneath his own fingers had begun to build but her fingers had still not the rough swordswoman’s that he was so carefully holding now.

She’d even apologized for wasting his time in the training yard before they’d begun when Kodlak asked he test her.

He’d expected to see a few clumsy swings and have it end with him telling the old man that he’d been wrong about the stranger having any potential. Instead she had shown herself to be adequate.

Her technique more unsteady by a lack of confidence than an absence of skill. She had a few of those poor habits that some developed when they had a teacher unfamiliar with teaching (he’d guess someone much larger and with a preference for two-handed weapons) but nothing that could not be corrected through training.

And he’d insured the newest whelp got plenty of it with her sword and shield too.

Still, it had been the side eye the whelp had given when he told her to fetch his sword to Eorlund that had earned her a real chance at his respect though. She’d known she was being hassled but still opted to say nothing at being made to earn her place further.

She was an easy woman to warm to, even with his misgivings at bringing a stranger into the Hall at a time when the Circle itself was split. He’d liked the way she smiled and ducked her head to laugh when he made some jest.

The way she’d thrown up on his shoes when he’d walked her back from the Bannered Mare the night after she’d slain the dragon at the watch tower had been a little less charming.

“Don’t know that I was,” she finally answered, drawing her hands back from his. Some foolish part of him wished to keep hold of them but she needed to be allowed her independence now that she was reacting again, he knew that. “I wanted to prove myself – to show that the Companions really are my family now.”

He glanced up to her expression - something in her face suggested she wasn’t trying to prove that truth to them so much as to herself.

“You’re a fool,” he informed her.

She’d been their Shield-Sister for some time now, being a werewolf wasn’t going to make her more family, all it did was get her entangled deeper in the problems at the heart of the Circle…though, perhaps that is what family was supposed to mean?

A tiny smile graced her lips – weak still but it was honest – “You’re probably right.”

“You should go wash your hair,” he said, sitting back. “And get dressed properly. I’m not explaining to Ria why you’re in my room dressed like that. Come back once you’ve done that – I’m sure you have questions. I’ll see if I can’t find where Tilma hid the sweetrolls this time.”

This time there was a slightly larger smile and what might qualify as almost half a laugh, her gaze lingering on his for a moment before she nodded, “…thank you, Vilkas.”

[aly-the-writer]

💬 how about with our new Skyrim babes? :D ❤️

Thanks for the request! The prompt that they got was “You came back!”

I used your Eodhal and my Corrinar and Arainna.  Hopefully I got Eod right. ^^

The massive metallic door that hadrefused to budge no matter what he tried in the long hours that he had tried toescape since being trapped in the space and stone on every other side –shuddered and then groaned loudly as it swung open.

He readied his weapon certain afalmer was about to drag him into the depths for the unpleasant fate thatwaited any who fell into their grasps.

Instead of a twisted elf-shapedmonstrosity he was startled to find a red-haired altmer, dressed in the many-pocketedleather armor customary of the Thieves’ Guild. His weapons weren’t drawn butthis particular elf usually relied on magic anyways.

“You came back,” Eodhal stared –dumbfounded. When the door had sealed on him and stayed closed he’d notexpected to see the other thief ever again. He’d thought he’d been left for dead. Again.

“What?” the confusion at the entireconcept of abandoning someone in adangerous dwemer ruin was written in usually lively green eyes. “No – I mean,of course I did. I needed to fetch the calvary.”

It was then that Eodhal became awayof the sounds of fighting. Someone was engaged in combat with the falmer,though Corrinar didn’t seem in a hurry to get back to aid whoever hismysterious was. Instead he was fishing in his bag for something.

A moment later Eodhal was handed aflask of pale green liquid – a stamina potion. He drank it grimly – wonderingif Corrinar could see how worn out the experience had made him or simplyassumed he’d need it.

As he finished the sounds of fightingfell quiet. A young woman in the distinctive wolf-detailed armor of theCompanions.

“This is the calvary,” Corrinarsaid cheerfully, though partially distracted prodding at one of the chestsnearby.

“My name is Arainna,” the Companionoffered by way of introduction, her weapon now sheathed in exchange for theglittering light of restoration magic gathering around her and sealing theinjuries closed as if they had never been there. “A pleasure to finally meetthe infamous Eodhal. Corri admires you, you know.”

The short little Imperial had blackhair and blue eyes. He didn’t recognize her from the few times he’d beentempted to try to line his pockets with the Jorrvaskr’s treasure. A recentaddition to the warriors, most likely. Especially with that accent straightfrom the wealthy districts of the Imperial City.

Eodhal stared a little, not quitesure how to respond to that.

“I knew she was doing a job nearby –giant hunting or some such,” Corrinar said quickly, the chest’s lid slidingopen. “I wasn’t going to be able to get the door open again without gettinglots of attention.”

“As if you know how to do anythingwithout drawing attention to yourself,” Arainna snorted.

Eodhal decided that for thehonorable warrior sort of person that the Companions usually drew to them theImperial couldn’t be that bad – not when she was making Corri make undignified,offended squawking noises in response.

“Thank you both,” he told them.

[aly-the-writer]

Heya!

So, I'm going to be traveling this week so I probably will be writing because it's something I can do in the car easy-peasy and provides a mental break of the tedium that is driving through the Mid-West (of the US). However since I won't have access to my reference materials I can't work on any of my longer projects.

That means i need PROMPTS.

I've already got a bit of a list from recent asks but if there is anything you want to see please let me know in my ask box (or on this post).

I'm mostly looking for Mass Effect, Dragon Age, and Skyrim related prompts.

I'll throw some character info below a read more just in case that helps anyone.

Thank you!

Skyrim (I haven't finished the Dawnguard or Dragonborn DLC yet.)

Corrinar - Male high elf, a rogue/mage hybrid. A thief prior to Helgen. Joins the College at Winterhold and the Thieves' Guild. Neutral towards the war. Currently no romance.

Arainna - Female Imperial. Sword/one-handed + shield warrior and some restoration magic. Noblely born but running from an arranged marriage prior to Helgen. Joins the Companions. Neutral towards the war, ultimately sides with the Imperials rather than betray Balgruuf. Marries Vilkas.

Riadel - Male wood elf, rogue/ranger type build.  Prior to Helgen he was coming to Skyrim to hunt Thalmor agents and representatives while using the war as cover. Joins the Dark Brotherhood and Thieves Guild. Joins the Stormcloaks. Romances Ralof (I got to the point canon got tossed very early on with this game).

Mass Effect

John Shepherd - Colonist background, Akuze survivor, Paragon, Kaidan romance. Really likes his fish.

Sara Ryder - Sharpshooter, tech specialist. Weak biotics (struggles to levitate a pencil). Generally alternates between curiosity, compassion and professionalism depending on the situation. Romances Jaal.

Scott Ryder - Sharpshooter, biotic. Prefers compassionate and/or casual responses. Romances Reyes Vidal.

Dragon Age

(This list is NOT inclusive. I’ve got a character for just about every origin plus some OC’s whose backgrounds aren’t involved in the games at all and am willing to write generics if you give the specs of what you’d like to see)

Falcon Surana - Male. Originally from the Denerim alienage. Lightning + ice primal magic and later arcane warrior build. Zevran romance.

Evander Tabris - Male. Rogue - archery/dual-wielding build. Prior to his Conscription he was a minstrel in Denerim who ran with the city's Red Jenny crew. Romances Nathaniel Howe.

Eveline Cousland - Female. Rogue - dual axes. Prior to Conscription and the war had been trying to convince her parents to let her travel the Free Marches a while. Romances Alistair, rules Ferelden jointly with him.

Aristide "Ris" Amell - Male. Entropy, blood magic and a smattering of magical knowledge that stretches to all four schools. Not a Hero of Ferelden, instead a Warden from Orlais that was sent to Amaranthine at the start of Awakening. Can be rescued from the Architect or perish depending on the HoF. Currently no romance.

Fen Mahariel - Male. Archery rogue build. Prior to his Conscription was quite content a a hunter in Clan Sabrae. Romances Morrigan.

Garrett Hawke - Mage (primal build). Purple/blue dialogue. Would prefer to ignore the mage/Templar tensions but is ultimately pro-mage. Romances Anders.

Marian Hawke - Mage (primal build). Blue/purple dialogue options. Romances Fenris.

Lark Trevelyan - Female. Pyromancer + necromancer. Prior to Conclave was a Circle mage and then used her specialization in combat magics to protect Ostwick mages during the conflict. Generally pro-mage freedom but accepts that the Circles are likely still a necessary evil to reach peace. Romances Cullen.

Haleir Lavellan - Male. Generalized magic plus rift mage. Prior to the Conclave he was serving the Dalish as a Keeper of Dirthamen, or a trained Keeper who wandered separately from the Dalish to collect the lore and artifacts lost to shem or forgotten by time due to both his siblings also being mages. Generally pro-freedom. Romances Iron Bull.

I do have other DA characters (way too many others) and will accept prompts for them but I'm going to end the list here. ^^