#me screaming about my Skyrim OC no worries

[helgiafterdark]

if you have a dragon oc (that is, you have an oc who is an elder scrolls/skyrim dragon) please tell me who they are. i want to write a poem about them.

i'm writing a selection of small poems for an in-fic book about dragons. i already have written about many dragons i invented, but i'm thinking maybe i could use some "variety" since i lean toward a lot of the same themes over and over.

even if so far you have only thought of their name or maybe you haven't thought of this at all, this will prompt you to get creative and make something up!

send anything to the replies or reblogs, please. i won't be turning on messaging/asks on this blog bc too many bots send me stuff constantly.

tell me:

their name. MUST be a proper dovahzul name. if they don't have one, i will invent one for you if you want and will work with you to achieve this. otherwise, i'm not writing about them. and NO non-canon dovahzul (semi-canon is possibly fine if you also consider yourself to be a dovahzul speaker)

any deeds they have committed, good, bad, evil, cruel, strange, etc. that may be noteworthy historically

any obscure but major facts about them that could be lost in time. something the ancient nords knew but that 4e people do not and cannot find this info anywhere else

a physical description, such as the color of their wings and scales, what their horns look like, how big they are, etc. if you have made any art pls show me!!

any other interesting/unique abilities they possessed

info that i do not need at this time:

their recent actions after alduin resurrected them, if applicable

if they never died and lived in obscurity somewhere throughout the millennia and what they did during that time

if they weren't in skyrim or solstheim pre- and during the dragon war, or if they would've been unknown to the ancient nords, they can't be included

don't worry too much about what to share/not share, feel free to just yap about your dovah! i'm here for it!

the point of this is that my ldb haela has inherited an ancient family book of poems/stories about the dragons and has passed it on to her children. the poems are scattered throughout the work and referenced by the characters sometimes. i want to put them all together at some point to have a more "complete" set of poems which represent the book of poetry my characters possess – separate from the main work. your dovah will not be mentioned in the fic whatsoever, it's just to fill up my poetry selection and flesh it out more!

i have written many poems in dovahzul and in this specific free-verse style. in fic, the poems are inferred to be written in dovahzul. i, as the author, am kindly translating. i would consider them free-verse, as they are written in a way that mimics being translated from an ancient dialect (dovahzul).

i can't say when i'll finish writing it, as it's a small part in a very large work. but if i end up writing about your dovah i will definitely share it with you :D thank you if you choose to send anything!

*there is no time limit on this and i'll keep this post pinned until i no longer need any more info!

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small excerpt as an example:

Horrid blood-seeker

who devours man and beast

tearing the flesh

and swallowing the blood

Fearsome one,

who has ended many mortal lives

And when the battle-horns sound,

when the screams pierce the clouds,

wherever blood should be spilled,

the dovah Volyahsos

would join in slaughter

No pleasure is greater

than to kill in the name

of himself

(this particular poem is in fact translated from a larger dovahzul piece i wrote. it was not written in english and then translated to dovauzul. this is how i write almost all of my dragon poems)

[kookaburra1701]

WIP Wheneversday - Nostos

tagged by @dirty-bosmer @mareenavee @paraparadigm @gilgamish and @changelingsandothernonsense

I am tagging @greyborn2 and @thana-topsy mainly because I've been screaming in Discord about my new OC so they get tags too. Also Khemor would likely have never existed in his final form without the absolutely inspiring works by @greyborn2 featuring Kesh gra-Bruma.

I just want everyone to know, this is all @mareenavee's fault. An "innocent" question about what Borgakh's ideal future would look like after Aristeia is done and suddenly 48 hours later I'm writing a sequel when I haven't even finished the second chapter???? I am a clown. This is me putting on my big red shoes and big red nose and honking a silly horn and squirting a flower all over my massive WIP pile.

Fandom: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Rating: T (blood and violence, mushy stuff [kissin' not viscera])

Category: M/F

Genre(s): Romance

Main characters: Borgakh the Steel Heart, Khemor gro-Skaven (Male orc LDB)

Summary: Khemor gro-Skaven, Thane of Eastmarch and The Pale, Last Dragonborn, Vanquisher of Alduin, Confidant of the High King of Skyrim, and disgraced former Magus of the College of Whispers thought that after he defeated Alduin, he would not have to worry about anything more dangerous than a papercut for the rest of his life. When Jarl of the Pale asks him to investigate the destruction of the Hall of the Vigilants, it sets off a chain of events that ultimately leads him to wash up at the feet of the woman of his dreams. But what can a crippled conjuration mage-scholar half again her age possibly offer to a future Shield-Wife?

The pain was blinding. Khemor's knees buckled, and Borgakh made a noise of fear and started forward as if to catch him but Serana was faster, her shoulder under his arm, one knee bracing his leg.

"No, keep your hands on it!" Khemor hissed through gritted teeth. Borgakh's hands tightened over his, pressing them into the soul gem.

Magicka burned its way down his arms, dammed behind his palms, searching for a way into the rough, uncut gem.

There it is! All soul gems had a natural entry point, almost always obliterated in the process of faceting them. But if you had a natural, uncut gem, and the talent and patience to find the entry point, the soul would flow into it effortlessly, like a river finding the sea.

The pain faded as the flow of magicka -- the flow of his soul-- was released into the stone. It left behind an acute weariness, and despite Serana's support Khemor sank to his knees. Borgakh still clasped his hands around the soul gem, and he looked up into her eyes.

The naked fear they held was so alien to him in the context of her features that he almost reached out automatically to touch her face, to reassure her. But she was not concerned with herself, she was fearful for him. And there was no reassurance he could give that he would be alright.

"Khemor, that's enough," Serana's voice cut through the spell Borgakh's eyes had held him in. He cut off the flow of magicka into the stone. A chill had settled in his chest, as if cold hands were gripping his heart. But as he withdrew from the stone, leaving it cradled in Borgakh's hands, the sharpness of the cold diminished, as if he was huddled next to a small fire in a snowstorm.

"Oh!" she said in surprise. "It's...warm. It's like a heartbeat."

Khemor reached up, and covered her hands with his own, he looked into her face beseechingly. "You hold my heart and soul in your hands, Borgakh the Steel-Heart. Please," his voice dropped into a husky whisper. "Please don't let them break." He pushed the stone against her chest. "Keep them safe."

The kindness and determination in her face as she nodded sent another bloom of fleeting warmth that forced the chill farther away from his heart.

The hardness of the flagstones against his shins brought Khemor back to himself, and the fact that he was on his knees, gripping Borgakh's hands, staring into her eyes and begging her to take care of his heart. He forced himself to release her, and accepted Serana's assistance to rise shakily to his feet.

Leaning on his staff, Khemor faced the swirling, violet abyss that yawned below them, the steps leading into it like a narrow tongue inviting him into the maw of Oblivion. He could not meet Borgakh's eyes, but as she carefully opened her gambeson and placed the now-glowing soul gem into an inner pocket, next to her heart, a peace settled over him. No matter what awaited him on the other side of the portal, his soul was with Borgakh.

As he placed his foot upon the threshold of the steps, a hand gripped his arm. Khemor didn't turn, but reached up to cover it with his own.

"Return safely to me, Khemor gro-Skaven."

Khemor said nothing, but took Borgakh's hand in his and with a final squeeze shared between them, let her fingers slip from his as he descended the stairs into the realm of the Ideal Masters.

[maddmuses]

If y’all were wondering wtf

I like Khajiit and was thinking about my Khajiit from a tabletop game who was made in the Skyrim game.

His name is Z’arin and he’s The Last Dragonborn’s younger adopted brother and he’s a monster. He loves skooma, and is straight up an addict, and there is no reason for it, he just is.

Altho if there had to be a reason it’s because The Companions wouldn’t take him, mainly because he couldn’t get into Whiterun as the guards refused him entry based on race.

He was adopted by the Nord family Hearthsung as a kitten when his older sister Skjota found him in the wild, mistook him for an animal, and brought him home to Markarth. Formerly he was a member of The Mane’s guard, an attempt to gain notoriety so he could join The Companions (or more accurately be allowed into Whiterun) but was fired six times.

He’d forgotten he was fired the next day because skooma.

He has a penchant for immediately activating any scrolls he gets his hands on, and when he managed to sneak into The College of Winterhold he poured out all of J’Zargo’s potions onto the ground, whilst the courtyard was full of antronauchs he’d conjured (through the aforementioned scrolls).

On one occasion he snuck into an Imperial Stronghold, insisting, “Eet ees I, Carl...... From..... Watch Tower!”

Z’arin is a garbage fire and his boots never match the rest of his gear, and rarely each other. As well, he wears his family’s old heirloom armor, as it won’t fit Skjota.

His specific subrace as a Khajiit is Cathay-raht, but he is somewhat small, as Z’arin was largely malnourished as an infant. Currently, as an adult male, he is roughly the size of a smallish Orc.

While in Cyrodil he was arrested for destroying a cabbage cart.

That’s where the story began....

Here’s some pics under the cut!

Oh wait, that ees Carl, From Watch Tower, how’d he get in here?

If you stuck around until the end here’s some fun trivia: Z’arin is not even remotely fluent in Ta’agra, and in fact even added the Z’ prefix to make his name sound more in-flavor for Elseweyr (Also to go with his self-stylization as a roving Khajiit Warrior). In fact, Z’ is not even a Khajiit prefix, the correct version of what he was going for is S’ but it’s too late. His real name is Arin Hearthsung.

[monstersandmaw]

Cute elf boy headcanons yes please... ... Does he like Cassandra? Whats' his thought on Cole? Whats he like? I love DA: Inquisition so much so I'm so happy watching you work your way through it and fall in love with it the same I did

And because @theladypirate​ also wanted to know about Kaelas my elf boy, here’s an extraordinarily long set of headcanons and backstory for him…

Kaelas Lavellan is a male elf, about 22yrs old at the timeof the start of the Inquisition game timeline. As with game-canon, he was his clan’sFirst, a mage training to take over the role of Keeper one day before he wassent to the disastrous conclave… His name in his clan’s dialect (suspend yourdisbelief here, ok?!) means ‘one of embers’.

Buckle up for a bit of a sad backstory (tw for sibling death) andsome headcanons on relationships with the other main characters fromInquisition. The romance in my playthrough is Dorian-orientated too.

Kaelas has dark red hair, shaved short above his ear oneside and long to mid chest on the other (longer in my mind than the gamehairstyles will permit…). His grey eyes are piercing but actually he can’t seeclose-up very well – he has great long distance vision, but he probably needslenses to read… (which Dorian finds hilarious, as no amount of reading bycandle light has affected his eyesight at all). Kaelas is naturally lean, he’s quite fit, but he won’t be winning anyathletics contests at Skyhold any time soon. He’s very adept at storm magic, and is good with using his staff formagic spells but not at close quarters. He’s cut himself on the blade on the endmore time than he cares to admit… *seeCassandra’s role below…*

He has no vallaslin, (sacred facial tattoos) because the Keeperdecided he was not ready at the age of eighteen when most Dalish elves gettheir tattoos. It is a mark of great shame to him because he’s very proud ofhis Dalish heritage, and he would probably have born the mark of Falon'Din. (Falon’Dinis “the elven God of Death and Fortuneand guides the dead to the Beyond. He and his twin brother, Dirthamen, are theeldest children of Elgar'nan the All-Father and Mythal the Protector.”)Kaelas lost his own identical twin brother, Kaenas, (who was also training asan apprentice with the Keeper, and was a better diplomat than Kaelas though hehad no magical talent) when they were eighteen, the week before they weresupposed to get their tattoos.

I’ll stick in a ‘keep reading’ just to save people scrolling through… haha

Kaelas did not take Kaenas’ death well (whose name means ‘oneof the stars’: ‘kaen’ meaning ‘star’, while ‘kael’ means ‘ember’). In a screamof grief and rage while at his brother’s funeral, he half resurrected him fromthe dead by accident. He had had no training in necromancy, and had no interestin it, but because of his connection to his brother’s soul, the spell worked.Sort of. What he raised was a half revenant that wasn’t his brother, and which tookthree clan hunters to put to rest again… Because of this he was denied hisvallaslin for at least five years until he learned the responsibility of hispowers. He also has no desire totouch necromancy, but is learning from Dorian that it’s not all bad, especiallygiven Dorian’s history with blood magic. He left for the conclave a year beforehe was due to get his marks.

Kaelas is actually pretty naïve, despite the training and occasionalexcursions with his Keeper. His clan was more open to trade and contact withhumans than many, but that doesn’t mean he’s necessarily all that… adept. Heoften puts his foot in things by asking the innocent questions which just sort offall out of him before he’s had time to engage his brain. In that respect, he’sa little bit like Cole, though not quiteas oblivious. He always misses sexualinnuendos and flirting (queue Dorian beating his forehead against Skyhold’slibrary wall in frustration at how oblivious this stupid elf is), and he can bequite hurt by the sort of soldiers’ humour and jokes that were just intended tobe harmless fun, not realising their not serious…

Similarly, Kaelas takes most things, situations, and peopleat face value, which means he leaves himself open to being hurt, but he’llalways give people a chance to prove themselves. He is actually very warybecause he’s not good at reading people, and since all the ridiculouspoliticking that has come with his role as Inquisitor, he’s learned the hardway that people do not say what they mean, so he usually doesn’t trust peoplevery easily at all because he knows he’s gullible, if that makes sense. He alsohad absolutely no idea that Krem is trans. At all. Krem and Bull still teasehim about the expression he made when he found out because they both like towatch his ears go red. His ears go red very easily. He was so worried he’d offendedKrem by not realising somehow that he couldn’t speak to him for days, and Kremactually cornered him at the Herald’s Rest when Kaelas had had too much todrink and asked him if he’d made Kaelas uncomfortable by talking about himself.Kaelas was mortified that Krem hadgot the wrong end of the stick, and confessed that he’d never met anyone likehim – among the Dalish gender is all very fluid and all names are neutral etc.so it never occurred to him that someone would have to hide a side of themselvesfrom others like that. Krem and he laughed it off and they’re good friends now,though Kaelas is wary the Chargers’ humour as they all like to see if they canget him drunk and turn his ears beetroot red…

Cassandra was kind to him when he first set out with her forthe breach, despite her having no reason to trust him, and he appreciated that andrespected her for it. Much later he asked her if she’d teach him to fightbetter, so while he’s recovering from the avalanche and near death fromexposure on the mountainside after Haven, he begins his training with her, andthey form a rapport. He’s not intimidated by her straight way of talking, and infact, he likes it. He likes that she doesn’t mince her words or play prettyword games. She’s honest, and she’s actually a laugh in more private settings. Theytalk salacious fiction in private too, but don’t tell Dorian because he’s rudeabout it…

Kaelas doesn’t believe he’s Andraste’s herald, but herespects Cass and Leliana’s faith. He’s wary of Solas, but talks to him aboutthe Fade and about elves etc. because he’s interested to hear more about differentelves and their way of life (and he’s curious as to why Solas looks down on theDalish as provincial and rather backward…)

Cullen he’s a bit intimidated by, but he respects him andthinks his heart is in the right place.

He looks up to Varric a bit like a cheeky older brother,ever since he struck up a bond with him shortly after meeting him on the way tothe forward camp.

Kaelas would defend Cole to the death. He is unnerved by theway the kid spouts out people’s deepest thoughts, and is grateful that theanchor goes some way to masking some of his feelings from Cole. He knows that Colecan sense his deep grief from the loss of his twin, and he’s terrified thatCole’s going to start spouting out his pain around the others – he’s not toldanyone, even Dorian (yet), about Kaenas’ death). But he appreciates that Coleonly wishes to help and to heal.

And finally, Dorian. To say that to begin with Kaelas was extra ary of a Tevinter magespecialising in necromancy is a bit of an understatement, but he was. Dorianseems all brash confidence and flippant flare, until he gets to know him betterwhen he comes back to Haven with them. Dorian makes attempts to talk to Kaelasto get to know him better, and in time Kaelas starts opening up a bit, and theytalk about magic. They flirt a bit – Kaelas very poorly, much to Dorian’samusement – and when Kaelas is presumed dead in the avalanche, Dorian isdevastated.

Anyway, please feel free to ask me more about him – I wantto start writing Dragon Age fanfiction soon, but I should probably finish the gamefirst and get to know the world better. It will be Kaelas x Dorian though, abit like my series with Lein x Argis from Skyrim…

Thank you for asking me this, by the way. I’m always thrilled to get questions about my OCs. Seriously, you have no idea. 

[crazililwabbit]

Until The Daybreak - A Skyrim Fic

This story is part of the ‘Seal Upon Your Heart’ Series, find the timeline here.

You can find my fanfic master list here.

“Dyre is new in Skyrim, and is ready to start her new life. But she is having to learn that sometimes for something new to grow you need to burn what was there before.” Farkas/OC Dovahkiin

Rated M, for some adult themed content, and drug use.

Intro - Until the Daybreak

I looked into his face, my husband, my love. Our bond seemed so much stronger than that, it had been forged first with him as my shield brother and I his sister, and continued as we fought side by side for our lives and the honor of our brothers before us. We had been through the depths of agony and the heights of joy together.

He was my world.

I rolled off of him and onto our bed, feeling it creak and shift beneath me. He wrapped a strong arm around me and pulled me close. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as it slowed to a regular pace. We laid there, naked, basking in the warmth of the summit we had just mounted together.

The mix of physical exhaustion and warmth was making me tired. I could feel my eyelids growing heavy, like iron. I was jerked from my sleepiness by a muffled snore, he had fallen asleep. I smiled to myself and settled back into my spot under his arm. Sleep overtook me quickly.

I was standing in a field filled with red and blue mountain flowers, even though there were no mountains in sight. The field seemed to go on forever in all directions. I began walking, 'no sense in standing around.' I could feel the familiar weight of my armor and my sword slung over my back.

'Good,' I thought, 'at least I can protect myself if needed.'

I continued forward, wading through the flowers for what seemed like an eternity. The ground beneath my feet was slowly turning to mud, but the flowers continued to stand tall. There were still no mountains, no trees, no sign of anything. I stopped and stooped down, I wanted to see if I could tell how the flowers were growing in this thick mud, it was becoming hard to move.

As I was stretching out my fingers to touch the mud that covered my boots a dark shadow passed over me. My blood froze and my breathing stopped. I could hear my sword rattle against my armor, I was shaking. I slowly stood and reached behind my head, taking hold of my sword. I drew it from it's sheath and the dark metal seemed to glow a slight green color.

"We can do this Siri," I often spoke to my sword when I was nervous. I took my stance and searched the sky for what I knew was there.

"Show yourself!" I screamed to the clouds, "you coward!"

"Dovahkiin!" the word shook the ground. The voice was too familiar, it terrified me. The black dragon broke through the clouds and arced it's way back towards me.

'No!' my mind screamed, panic rising in my chest, and shooting out through my limbs, like a mage’s shock spell. 'Not here, not now! I am not ready!'

But Alduin was coming for me if I was ready or not.

I waited for his attack, thinking he would just blast me from the air, where I couldn't reach him, but instead he comes in close and lands only a few yards away from me. He was huge, much bigger than I remembered. He could have covered the whole village of Riverwood with his wingspan alone. His head came towards me and I held my sword over my head, preparing to come down on him with all my strength.

That's when I noticed his eyes. They weren't the red I was expecting. The red eyes that were full of rage and anger that I remembered. They were blue.

"Are you alright, Love?" he asked me.

I couldn't answer, the world that held the field of flowers and the blue eyed Alduin was breaking apart. Consciousness was pulling me back to reality.

My eyes opened and there were those blue eyes again. Blue as ice, but full of, worry.

"You were having a nightmare. What's wrong, Love?" he asked. I could feel his arm behind my neck and his other hand resting on my bare hip. In his arms, being wrapped in his warmth, the field seemed to fade into nothing. His hand left my hip and brushed my hair from my face.

I smiled. "I am fine," I sighed, placing my hand on his cheek and running my fingers through his dark beard. He smiled back at me. I loved his smile, it was so sincere and warm. I had often imagined this smile was the same one he would have had as a boy.

"I am glad. It seemed like a bad one," he replaced his hand on my hip, "but I shouldn't be surprised, you're the strongest person I know." I could feel his rough fingertips tracing my side and across my stomach, making me shiver with pleasure. They came to rest on my thigh.

"Dov," he breathed his nickname for me, "I want to stay here, like this forever."

"Me too," I breathed.

Two Years Prior

I couldn't believe how blue the skies were! I had heard of the beauty of Skyrim, but never in my life did I believe a place this beautiful would exist. I had to force myself to stay on the simple stone road I had been following. My heart longed to run to the forest, to explore the clean clear river and to climb the tallest trees. To learn it's secrets. The problem with doing so was that I didn't know this land and it's forests. I didn't know what dangers could be found and as much as I wanted to explore, my desire to live was stronger.

I did take the time to stop and gather the few botanicals that seemed like they might come in handy while learning the alchemy of my new home. Some red flowers with their stems and roots, some blue ones that looked almost identical to the red ones, and what I assumed was the local cotton. I carefully placed all these in my small bag.

'Don't get too distracted,' I told myself, 'you promised to make it to Whiterun before the sunset.' Truth was, I didn't know how far Whiterun was from Riverwood.

"Not far," Gerdur had promised me, "you should make it there before it gets dark." But I don't think she had anticipated my stopping to gather and to take in the wonderful view. However, despite all my doubts, it wasn't long before I could see rooftops that I assumed belonged to the hold of Whiterun.

I was within running distance to the main gate and walls of the hold when I heard the yelling. Instinctively, I began to run. I grabbed an arrow from my quiver and strung it on my bow. It wasn't long before I found the source of the yelling. There were three warriors standing around a fallen beast. Two of them were women and the third a man. I had never seen anything like what they had brought down before, so I wanted to get a look at it.

It looked like a man, but it was more than twice the size in both girth and height. It wore clothes and a very large club laid on the ground nearby.

"A giant," I breathed. I had never seen one, and hadn't expected to, but I had heard about them.

"We took care of him. No thanks to you," the taller woman said, she was obviously in charge of this group. The second woman simply turned and began walking back to the hold we were standing just beyond.

"You look strong," the man told me. His gruff voice sounded like a boulder being drug through gravel. "New to Whiterun?" he asked.

"Actually..." I was hesitant to share too much with a man I didn't know, "I am."

"You should join the Companions," he smiled slightly, "Kodlak is always looking for new, fiery blood."

"Companions?" I could feel my eyebrow raise.

"They're my family. We fight so that others don't have to. We bring honor and glory to ourselves and each other," he stated, and just stared at me.

I couldn't stand it anymore, the silence building between us was becoming unbearable, he either meant for it to, or was simply unaware of how uncomfortable it had become.

"I'm Dyre," I finally broke the silence.

"I'm Farkas," his smile widened.

"Ice brain!" a voice yelled. We both turned to see the taller woman. "Are you coming or not?"

"Meet us in Jorrvaskr if you'd like," he turned and hurried after the others.

As I walked through the gate of Whiterun I was unsure where to go. This was the first time I had entered a city since I had left Leyawiin two months prior. I roamed through the streets, simply taking in the beauty of the buildings. Leyawiin was about the same size as this hold, but the buildings were all run down and rotting from the moisture in the air. Here the houses stood tall and strong, like the people and the mountains beyond the great stone walls.

I found myself at the bottom of some stairs that lead up to the biggest wooden building I had ever seen.

"That's Dragonsreach," a guard that was passing by me commented, "where the Jarl resides." He had stopped and was looking at me. I must have looked overwhelmed.

"And that over there is Jarrvaskr, where you can find the Companions," he pointed back behind me to another large building, "and down the steps over there you can find the shops and the local Inn, the Bannerned Mare."

I looked down the walk way where he was pointing and shook my head, "I am suppose to see the Jarl. But thank you for your help."

He raised his eyebrows at me, "the Jarl?"

"Yes, sir. I have news of the dragon that was see at Helgen," I tried my best to be polite, the last thing I needed was to be on the bad side of the guards.

"Oh! Well then, you should head up there quickly, he'll want to talk to you in person I am sure," he smiled and turned to be on his way.

The higher I climbed the steps, the more amazing the view became. I felt like I could see all of Skyrim. I stopped once I reached the top of the steps, just to gaze at the mountains.

"They are beautiful Momma," I whispered, "just like you always told me."

@iwantthedean @goldenangelbloodcastiel

[meringuebones]

013.

if you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go and why? Disney World! There’s so many reasons why—trying all the different foods, seeing Epcot, seeing the Star Wars and Toy Story and Avatar lands, shopping, checking out some of the rides. I mostly want to go because I’ve always liked Disney and I’m both an illustrator and animator. Other places I want to go are like Iceland, Egypt, Bolivia, Japan... and many others. describe your perfect partner. A tall, masked ghoul.

how much makeup do you wear? It depends on my mood. Sometimes I don’t wear any makeup when I go out, and then other times I put on a full face. Sometimes I just wear mascara and maybe a lip gloss. would you prefer to be a vampire or a werewolf? Vampire. Being a werewolf sounds annoying. I already have to be careful with what I wear when I know it’s around time for my period to start. Add on having to be careful around the time of the full moon and deciding which clothes I don’t care for would be an extra pain. Or, like, wondering where it would be safe to go to place my clothes so I can just be naked somewhere to transform. And then worrying about where I’ll end up is another factor. No, vampire it is. Less of a nuisance. most embarrassing moment? I don’t know. weirdest dream you’ve ever had? I have tons! Some I write down before I forget so I can eventually draw or paint them. Let’s see... I remember walking through a forest, and then the trees suddenly started curving inward to make a tunnel or a cave of sorts that was completely pitch black. After walking in, I had fallen down a chute and landed in a massive pit of bones. There was a gate in the wall that led out into a cemetery, and I frantically climbed up and over. The cemetery was almost like a maze and wound itself up a hill, and it was mostly mausoleums and statues. As it started getting darker, I went into a church that looked like it was only one-story. Turns out I had entered onto the second floor. Peaking over the railing I saw what looked like a zombie-ish priest dressed all in white pacing the floors before suddenly ascending the stairs. I tried going out the door I came in through, but it was locked from the outside. I started banging and scratching at the door until my nails started coming off, and then the priest grabbed onto me. Suddenly I was choking up blood while his hands went for my throat, and then I just screamed so loud that it woke me up.  favourite season and why? Winter. I like cold weather best and also there’s less bugs. would you ever consider getting married? I am married. describe your ideal summer vacation. I hate Summer, so I’d prefer just staying home, to be honest. Or maybe traveling somewhere cold. if it were possible, what exotic animal would you keep as a pet? A fruit bat, maybe. least favourite song? I don’t know. I have a lot of songs I don’t like, but picking a least favorite is harder than picking a most favorite. I don’t care. would you ever consider plastic surgery? If I felt bad about a certain part of myself, then sure, but I don’t, so I won’t. what do you consider to be your best physical feature? My hair and my ass. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ do you like piercings and tattoos? why or why not? I like the way they look on other people, but not on myself. I just don’t like having anything permanently on me. I know I’d hate having ink. I hate the ‘holes’ left in my ears from when they were pierced, and the little indent under my lip from when I stupidly tried to pierce my lip in high school. I even hate having moles and would remove all of those if the procedure wasn’t so expensive. I don’t want to say I like having ‘pure’ or ‘clean’ skin because those words really don’t match, but I don’t know how else to describe it. I just appreciate how they look on other people because at least they seem to know what they want on themselves as opposed to me. who is your favourite fictional couple? I don’t really have one... I guess Leslie and Ben from Parks and Rec? They were really cute. if you had to describe your personality as a food, what would you be and why? An entire bottle of chili powder. Spicy. old-fashioned or modern decor? A mix of both, I guess. scariest movie you’ve ever watched? I’m not sure. I guess The Conjuring because it really messed with me for months after, and I mean, like... nearly eight to nine months after. It was ridiculous.  in a fantasy setting, would you be a warrior, rogue, or mage? A mixture of a rogue and mage, like the nightblade class from Elder Scrolls. your favourite pokemon? Mew, Mewtwo, Pikachu, Lugia, Pumpkaboo, and Haunter. what is your least favourite thing about your appearance? Sometimes I don’t like my nose, so I guess that. describe your dream date. Um... Just take me to any of the Disney theme parks. I’d prefer going to Disney World or Disneyland Paris though. gold or silver? Gold. what is a colour that best describes your personality? Gray, all the varying shades. Never purely black or purely white. what is something that you do that makes you happy? Exercise... because, y’know, dopamine and all that. describe where you think you’ll be in five years. Hopefully out of this apartment and living in a house, and also further along and happier with my career. what is your favourite flower? Pink roses, lilies, and lavender. what is your typical Starbucks order? A green tea frappuccino. what are your favourite names? For girls, it’s Garnet, Ruby, Crystal, Rose, and Lillian. For boys, it’s Ian, Adrian, Brandon, Tobias, and Markus. do you have an OC (original character)? if so, describe them. I have a lot, especially for Skyrim. I don’t feel like describing them since there’s so many. do you believe in true love? Yes, kind of. Sure. if you could become fluent in another language, which would you pick and why? I’d pick a dead language. Maybe it’d help scholars, I don’t know. We could find out something interesting together! describe a dream outfit of yours. Mm, no. are you introverted or extroverted? are you happy with this? I’m introverted, and I’m mostly fine with it. Like 95% fine. describe a strange habit of yours. I pace. A lot. Mostly to music. Sometimes I don’t stop until my legs and feet begin to hurt, and even then I’ll sometimes keep pacing, or I’ll resume later.