#aelathehvntress

[wanderingwolfwitcher]

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"Strong. Obviously. Determined, courageous, experienced, confident, honest, skilled, beautiful, work well with other like minded types and independently... noble... like the wolves you love and the one you shapeshift into. Got a good sense of right and wrong, nationalism, and are in touch with nature... walk a Path as a Companion little different from my own as a Witcher. Still... you haven’t been appreciated properly, for who you are. You are intimidating to most others, without trying to be... and they keep their distance. Wouldn’t be that way with me. You don’t have to be a lone wolf all the time... alone with the way you are. Won’t scare me off, as many would be of your true self under the moonlight, like they are frightened of me just for existing. Don’t see the beastly monster others might... see someone I can picture myself trusting, and sharing myself with. Be glad to share my Path with you, red... among other things.”

@aelathehvntress

[bxynjolf]

plotted starter ! // @aelathehvntress

His deceit had been penned from the very start. A scrolled sealed with false affluence had been delivered earlier to Jorrvaskr by an urgent courier. The contents spun quite the woeful tale indeed:

A Nord, hailing from Winterhold, had been blessed with Zenithar's humble heart. For, in Zenithar's steadfast labor, his family had built an everlasting wealth against the brutal winters of his deep, beloved Northern home. They labored not for riches or for glory, but for purpose: a far more virtuous goal than any other. Skyrim did not dawdle, she did not fumble, and by the Nine, she surely would not grow lax on their behalf. Despite the original claim, their centuries of honest labor had built them a considerable wealth. Though, whenever temptation plucked their doting senses, a token served to recall generations' of reverent diligence. The heirloom's beauty had dulled over the passage of time, yet oddly, its value had soared. Fashioned originally as a meager amulet, the iron chain hung strong while a delicate stone inlay was grooved from decades worth of thumbing. What made the piece near priceless was Zenithar's verse carved in stoic contrast to the gilded anvil, the markings made by one famous priest:

"Come to me, Zenithar, for without you, like a child, I might fiddle and fret when only through struggle and labor may I craft a work worthy of your name and the name of my patron."

All that had been told was technically true. Some sorry bugger was indeed hailing from the North, and he had unfortunately lost this near and dear trinket that had allegedly sworn in centuries of trade success---

But that man was not Brynjolf.

And, that man was most certainly not the fellow that slunk his way through the shadows of Whiterun, gait silent but steadfast.

The letter had done well to craft his clever façade. It presented him as Brynjar, that sorry sod seeking to avenge the gut-ripping theft. Fortunately, his evening arrival had been conveniently excused, as he'd quoted delays due to Skyrim's wicked weather in the missive earlier. In truth, he merely wished to avoid catching Whiterun's guards during broad day. Not that he supposed they'd still have his profile plastered over the stone in those wee prison cells considering….Ah, well. The odds were they'd forgotten that little transgression by now anyways.

His letter set a mighty framework. Now, he stood to embody it. Refined leather boots were coupled with a simple, but noble merchant's tunic. He'd foregone the Thieves' pride, no longer carrying any sign of his Guild's allegiance at all by first glance. Naw, instead roguish features were framed with a thick collar of hare fur. A wool cloak was pinned to his person, aiding in rebuffing that wretched, creeping chill of winter's eve. Traditional braids kept wild locks at bay during his travels, sans the few flyaways that occasionally beckoned a blink of annoyance. He'd not shaved either. He'd opted to neaten his unkempt facial hair instead. Simply put, Brynjolf was a merchant built of Nordic tradition and generational wealth; no rosy-cheeked milkdrinker sniveling over his stolen pride would be found here. The sheathed steel at his side would ensure that. So, fixing himself a grim expression, he wrapped smartly upon the Jorrvaskr's looming door without any further ado. He'd requested their aid, and with luck, they'd answer.

[bladedwoe]

aelathehvntress asked : ➵ (initial vibes?? predictions for when she finds out who aela is?? whatever ur feelin)

Send me ➵ and I will bold all that applies to your muse. / @aelathehvntress​ -- accepting

Note: italic is circumstantial/a possibility

I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. (only if they are close/Aela’s comfortable with a murder mom hugging her) | I would kiss you. (anything outside of a motherly forehead kiss, nah, and Aela isn’t a child) | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I don’t know you.

So to explain: A lot of these are italicized because I wasn’t sure and it depends on the chemistry built, how Aela acts towards her, and their relationship after they both connect the dots. I don’t think Astrid would hate her generally, outside of the daughter thing, and I think she would respect her fighting and survival skills. I’m not entirely sure what Astrid’s reaction will be, but I don’t think she’ll feel cold or anything. Indifferent was italicized because it’s always a possibility, but I don’t see it being likely. I just italicized it for the possible potential. As of now, he would protect Aela since they are working together and whether she knows Aela is Arnbjorn’s daughter from another woman, she still is interested in getting to know her more. I think Astrid would be interested in seeing what made her take this path, who raised her, and the circumstances around her birth and how Arnbjorn ended up in the Dark Brotherhood with a child he never speaks about. Already assuming she didn’t have a mother figure growing up, Astrid would seek to sort of fill that void the best she can with her adult age. Their factions and jobs are a big contrast to one another, so that may cause conflict, but I think she would pity her for the whole situation: not meeting her father and how her childhood might’ve been like. Astrid didn’t have a healthy mother figure in her life, thus she became one to the DB, but she would also see it in that way because she sorta sees Aela as her responsibility now, I guess? With the lying part, it depends on who it is. I don’t think she could lie to the DB, she may be able to have a few white lies here and there and keep the step-child dynamic thing a secret from her group, but I don’t think she could full out lie if prompted. She respects her group too much for that.

[a-byronic-heroine]

@aelathehvntress asked: 👰 Would my muse ever get married? And if so: 🌼 Would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding?

Uh, she probably wouldn’t want to get married again, just because of the past trauma she has with the whole marriage thing. She was set to marry who she thought was the love of her life, the person she had all her firsts with, the future High King of Skyrim, and then he literally left her on the altar for her baby sister who he knocked up while he was still engaged to her. Then she was removed from the wedding and Elisif took her place. She literally took away Kly’s whole ceremony and happy ending. Kly isn’t going to be quick to relive any of that bullshit. Plus, she really doesn't need the vows and oaths of an Aedra to make her loyal to someone she loves. If her partner is dead set on being like “I want to be legally, religiously tied to you” she might consider it though. But it will take a lot of time and convincing to get her to agree.

Now, her plan is to eventually strong-arm Ulfric Stormcloak into a political marriage. She will accept that marriage because it's all a part of her big plan to be High Queen of Skyrim and basically crush all of Elisif and Torygg’s dreams and dance on their corpses. If she were marrying Ulfric, she expects there will be a big wedding. Like super extravagant. But you better believe she’s going to have the place guarded to the nines. There will be no interruptions or stray women wandering in pregnant or any lovers trying to weasel in. They will die before they can say they object. No one is getting in the way of her plans. 

If it isn’t Ulfric and she has abandoned her plans for the crown, she’ll refuse a wedding. Again, because of the trauma of her first one. She’ll say her vows in front of a Priest(ess) of Mara, but no one is going to be there to see it except her, her betrothed and the priest(ess). She doesn’t want any outliers there to potentially ruin things or see her shamed and ruined again. Even if she absolutely loves the person she’s marrying, she refuses to put herself in that vulnerable position again.

[a-byronic-heroine]

"Think what you like of me," Kly offered with a smirk. She welcomed such a sentiment, honestly. She was tired of being around others just as deeply embroiled in politics as she was. At least this Companion was honest and blunt. And she wasn't stupid either. It seemed the rumors offered up in Solitude weren't nearly as accurate as the Empire loyalists liked to believe.

"You'll be well compensated for your work," the noblewoman offered, taking another drink of the ale. "How does 400 septims sound to you? Adequate enough for a hunt?"

onemusemanyfandoms​:

Kly laughed at that. “No, no I wouldn’t call what I do for him ‘following’.” It appeared the woman didn’t know who Kly was. All the better, really. No one needed to know Elisif’s older sister was clandestinely hiring the Companions. The fewer people knew what she was doing or where she was going, the better. Kly was already barred from entering holdfasts loyal to her sister for her hand in Torygg’s death and Ulfric’s rise from noble to warlord and future High King. Best she keep her cards close to her vest until the time to strike came.

“Tolerate is a better word, I think. We both have similar goals and recognize our usefulness to each other. He allows me to play advisor without asking questions or snooping into my business, and I help him fight his little war and give him information.”

“Spoken like a true noble, I’d wager, crawling up whichever jarl’s backside is the coziest,” she says with a wry smile. Perhaps the old man is right to tell them not to worry about the war after all. They are warriors, not pawns. “You offer a fine hunt, at least.”

[orchestrahearts]

“Anything can happen in the woods.” you know it’s for mel!

INTO THE WOODS SENTENCE MEME

"Anything can but that doesn't mean anything should."

[afraidofchange]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME: Lexie

PRONOUNS: She/Her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: Tumblr IMs at first, until I know you better, then you can have my discord (unless I’ve known you for like, years lmao)

NAME OF MUSE(S): Just go look at my side bar LMAO

RP EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): Started on FB around 2009-2010, then MSN/Skype, then tumblr thanks to Marty

BEST EXPERIENCE: Honestly, as I’ve gotten older, just doing whatever the fuck I want with my blog, and writing as many wlw sapphics as I want to, and doing so with other people who love and cherish women the same way I do!

RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: Following/unfollowing to get attention, being weird ooc and ic (as in, where your muse is like OVERLY antagonistic towards mine [ i”ve seen a lot of this toward Miri and Ash from the ME fandom LOL), and being blatantly homophobic/racist obviously.

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: all of it. I love cute shit, sad shit, and sexy shit. All day every day.

PLOTS OR MEMES: Memes are a good starter and often lead into longer plots or relationships, but I’m also down to plot if you’ve got an idea you wanna work with.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Both, though I do like a healthy dose of exposition now and again!

BEST TIME TO WRITE: Mid morning with coffee, but also lately I’ve been writing well past 12am for a fan fic I’m working on so make it make sense, idk.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): There are aspects of myself in all the characters I write for the most part, but especially my OCs :’) 

TAGGED BY: @veqva thank you!! TAGGING: @rubycaped @matteredloyalty @aelathehvntress @ltcmdrdax, and anyone else who wants to!

[a-byronic-heroine]

Kly licked her lower lip as the woman’s predatory gaze seemed to be trying to eat her. She felt dangerous in a delicious, almost addictive way. She would have to be careful with her; getting emotionally entangled again when she was so close to success was risky. But if it meant tasting Aela’s mouth again and feeling her calloused hands on her…well, she had always been a risk taker. 

“Careful, Companion,” the noble purred with a glint in her eye at the woman’s genuine compliment. Thankfully, it was dark, so the light blush tinting her cheeks was hidden while her heart raced under her skin. It had been so long since she allowed herself the touch of another person. Allowed gentle, hungry affection to sweep her into irrationality. “I might start to think you have feelings for me.”

@a-byronic-heroine​​ continued​

Aela chuckles open-mouthed into the kiss, an expected but not unwelcome bonus payment, so to speak, for the heart and teeth she hunted for her. While the animal within hungers to assert all her strength in this entanglement, to push and pull and take, the woman is content to discover where Kly’s trail blazes. Her restraint is rewarded as Kly is suddenly everywhere … chin, arms, neck, all pleasantly burning. She’s gone too soon. Aela is left panting and wanting, yellow eyes narrowed almost as if fixed on prey.

“My pleasure,” she says, her smirk mirroring Kly’s. The other woman has a spark in her eyes that resonates with Aela. She glances up, then returns her gaze to Kly. “Your eyes—the night sky is not the only keeper of stars.”

[vampiric-bite]

What type of love do you embody?

love as tenderness (Rei)

[ love as gentleness after a lifetime of cruelty ] when ocean vuong said "sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined" and when pablo neruda said "like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar" and when anais mitchell wrote "all i've ever known is how to hold my own, and now i wanna hold you, too”

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[a-byronic-heroine]

@aelathehvntress asked: what if i just... 💋

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Kly pressed her mouth to the Companion's, curling her thin fingers under her chin. Her tongue laid siege to Aela's lower lip with the intent to conquer. Her other hand traced a trail down her arm, a path of physical war on the woman's senses. The hand under Aela's chin wandered back to cup her neck before Kly withdrew. It was hard to see the woman's reaction. It was dark, and the fire had long since gone from a roaring flame to a few burning embers.

"My thanks, Aela," Kly whispered as she withdrew with a smirk that belied the spark in her eyes. "I always enjoy our meetings under the stars."

[vampiric-bite]

"Corpse..?" At first he was confused. He thought he didn’t look like one, and he tried to hide his scent. Then it hit him.

Taking a quick sniff he didn’t smell vampire nor human, but werewolf. He simply stayed where he was, warily eying the dagger.

"O-okay." His voice was more quieter now. "But it’s true! I don’t like hurting people."

@vampiric-bite​: “It is not in my nature to be cruel.” (From Rei!)

Aela scoffs outright at that, gripping the dagger on her hip just in case. “Keep your distance, corpse. I don’t trust you.”

[a-byronic-heroine]

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Kly held her blade out at the werewolf standing across from her campsite. Her magical wards hadn’t even been set off when it approached the camp. Something was wrong. It was only supposed to allow allies in, and she had very few of those. None of them, to her knowledge, were werewolves. The noble kept the fire between herself and the beast, her eyes never leaving its silvery ones. The fur was red and matted, clumped in places from filth and dirt. 

“Stay. Back,” she warned. She didn’t know if it could understand her. She knew very little about werewolves. She didn’t adhere to Hircine’s codes. She was a follower of only Boethiah when it came to daedric cults, and she was only loyal to her until her revenge was complete. “Go back to whatever hovel you’re burrowing in. I’m not an easy meal.”

[a-byronic-heroine]

@aelathehvntress asked: ❝  i think you like being around me ‘cause you don’t quite have to be so uptight as you do with all your little friends.  ❞

And she thought correctly, though Kly wasn’t going to admit that aloud. She did enjoy Aela’s company when she had time enough to spare, but time was something that was very quickly becoming a luxury. Her plans were finally, slowly being set into motion. Finally, after years of biding her time, her revenge was coming to blessed fruition. But, for tonight, she could just be a Nord and not a noble. Just a woman in her homeland enjoying the crisp cool air and the stars in the sky.

She pressed her hands towards the fire as she looked at Aela with a smirk. “And what would possibly give you that impression?”

[orchestrahearts]

“I really only came for the feast.” for mel

At The Royal Ball

"That would make two of us," the Witch replied, glancing about the room.

Frankly, she didn't know why she had decided to come. The feast was certainly a factor in her choice, but food rarely motivated her enough to be around people, regardless of how lavish it may be.

[orchestrahearts]

mun versus muse

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