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[velethei]

meathooked​:

UPDATE:

hello yes i am alive. currently trying to decide what to do with my blogs etc.

where to find me: 

@chaoswon​ : michael langdon / the antichrist - crossovers always welcome <3

discord: 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐖𝐍#8520

mutuals are welcome to add me on either while i get my shit sorted

[velethei]

meathooked​:

UPDATE:

hello yes i am alive. currently trying to decide what to do with my blogs etc.

where to find me: 

@chaoswon​ : michael langdon / the antichrist - crossovers always welcome <3

discord: 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐖𝐍#8520

mutuals are welcome to add me on either while i get my shit sorted

[velethei]

meathooked​:

UPDATE:

hello yes i am alive. currently trying to decide what to do with my blogs etc.

where to find me: 

@chaoswon​ : michael langdon / the antichrist - crossovers always welcome <3

discord: 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐖𝐍#8520

mutuals are welcome to add me on either while i get my shit sorted

[velethei]

deathless ♚ sentence meme

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast.

You are going to break your promise. I understand.

You’re lonely too.

It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be.

I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.

I am your servant.

I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased.

For you alone I will be weak.

I belong here, and you will not deny me.

I say these things, and the world listens.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.

In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories.

I moved the earth and the water for you.

You will always run away with her.

You will always lose her.

You will always be a fool.

You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear.

You have already done all of this and will do it again.

No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.

We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying.

What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

There need never be any rules between us.

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard.

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me.

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I.

Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

I can’t abide a poor liar.

You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you.

Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians.

Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

Men die. It’s practically what they’re for.

I am no one; I am nothing.

Nothing in me was not made by you.

A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief.

Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it.

Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived.

If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife.

What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?

Don’t you dare speak to me like that.

I have worn nothing but blood and death for years.

I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me.

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man.

I have learned to watch everything die.

I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too.

Are we not devils?

No one is now what they were before the war.

I have not seen you without your skin on.

Close up your head; your brain is getting loose.

We obsess. It’s in our nature.

I’ve a devil of a habit for being right.

In war you must always choose sides.

If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive.

My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair.

I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love.

After love, no one is what they were before.

I have survived, but I have not been spared.

In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you.

Frighten me, make me cry, only come back.

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder.

You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart.

You will be so beautiful when you are old.

I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.

You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief.

I look at you and it is like my throat being cut.

She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart.

I still want to kiss you.

My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it.

What happens to anything beautiful?

I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not.

[velethei]

❝   but   when   i   say   earthquake   i   mean:    i’m   shaking,   but   i   can   still   fight.   i’m   scared,   but   i’m   still   going.   i’m   sorry,   but   i’m   still   here.   ❞

                *   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐄   :   𝐎𝐅   𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑   𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒   𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄

ɪɴᴅɪᴇ   ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ   sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ   ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟs   ᴏɴʟʏ   ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ   ʙᴀsᴇᴅ   ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ   ʙʏ   sᴇᴠ.                            ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ   :   ᴠᴇʀsᴇ   ᴄʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀ   &   ᴏᴄ   ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ                                           ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ: ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ & ᴘᴏᴇᴍ

[velethei]

𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄: 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒 ( 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 )

located in the depths of blackreach below western skyrim the towering structure of the keep overlooks the stunning landscape of blackreach. 

in her exploration of blackreach in effort to put a stop to the vampire activity ravaging western skyrim she discovered the abandoned keep & claimed it for her own. she welcomes the isolation, it soon becomes her own sanctuary. though the years, this is the home she will always return to. it is the one place that remains her’s, untouched by others, separated from the chaos of the world above. 

within it’s walls she keeps mementos, precious items, creating a collection of relics to be preserved. time may pass, but within these halls her memories remain alive. the keep becomes more of a memorial to those that she had lost & her own legacy. 

below the keep, hidden away behind stone, she builds her own crypt. a place that she can go to ground, to sleep through the passing eras. the crypt remains untouched until after the oblivion crisis ends & only then does she lock herself away from the world. 

it is only when the great roars of dragons reach her, both above & one rising below within blackreach, that she wakes to once again walk skyrim’s frozen landscape. 

#🕷 ┊ &. META : the rage of mountains when they tremble #( i am so happy that i got this house in game )

[velethei]

rpmemesfam‌:

  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

[velethei]

❝   but   when   i   say   earthquake   i   mean:    i’m   shaking,   but   i   can   still   fight.   i’m   scared,   but   i’m   still   going.   i’m   sorry,   but   i’m   still   here.   ❞

                *   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐄   :   𝐎𝐅   𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑   𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒   𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄

ɪɴᴅɪᴇ   ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ   sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ   ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟs   ᴏɴʟʏ   ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ   ʙᴀsᴇᴅ   ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ   ʙʏ   sᴇᴠ.                            ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ   :   ᴠᴇʀsᴇ   ᴄʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀ   &   ᴏᴄ   ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ                                           ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ: ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ & ᴘᴏᴇᴍ

#indie tes rp #tes rp #elder scrolls rp #indie elder scrolls rp #dragon age rp #da rp #indie da rp #dai rp #indie dai rp #fantasy rp #indie fantasy rp #indie rp

[velethei]

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten. @lordherald​

𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐌   𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒   𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘   𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃   𝐎𝐍   𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐀𝐑𝐌,  inspecting   it   carefully.   it   wasn’t too   deep,   though   she   still   would   not   let   him   wander   off   before   seeing   it   cleaned &   bandaged.   pulling   a   warm   cloth   from   a   bow   of   hot   water   she   washes   the wound   clean,   her   gaze   not   lifting   from   her   task   as   she   speaks   softly. 

❝   i   would   tell   you   to   take   it   easy,   however   i   suspect   you   doing   so   is   highly unlikely.   ❞

there   is   a   slight   amused   smile   lingering   on   her   features,   though   it   doesn’t   reach her   eyes.   the   wound   was   minor,   yes,   but   he   should   not   have   gotten   it   in   the first   place.   it   had   been   her   own   fault,   she   had   not   realized   a   shade   had materialized   so   close   to   her.   she   was   lucky   that   he   had   stepped   between   them. 

the   rifts   were   a   new   phenomenon   to   them   all,   they   were   still   learning   to   adapt to   their   unpredictability.   some   were   closed   quickly   without   much   fuss,   others spewed   out   shades   &   demons   in   random   chaos.   truth   be   told   she   was   still learning   how   to   fight   alongside   others.   years   spent   alone   left   her   uncertain   as   to how   to   blend   into   a   group,   though   she   was   trying.   she   wanted   to   help. 

❝   thank   you   for   coming   to   my   aid   inquisitor.   truly   i   cannot   thank   you   enough.   ❞ 

[velethei]

When we swear an oath, we are bound by it.

#🕷 ┊ &. DYN : i stand before you unbroken : nahfahlaar

[velethei]

“Perhaps you aren’t as powerful as you think.” @lionbled​

   ❝   had   you   told   me   that   a   few   centuries   ago   i   would   have   been   offended.   ❝

𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒   𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃   𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆,   but   instead   they   pull   a   soft   smile   from   her.    during   the second   era   she   had   begun   to   lose   herself   in   the   stories   told   of   her.   it   had happened   slowly,   but   they   had   gone   to   her   head.   fighting   dragons,   daedra,   & undead,   she   had   begun   to   feel   invincible.   hurt,   anger   &   arrogance   had   blended into   a   toxic  mix   within   her   leaving   her   a   shell   of   who   she   once   had   been.   she had   made   mistakes. 

❝   i   cannot   be   everything   people   need,   nor   can   i   be   everything   i   wish   to   be.   i tried   once,   i   tried   to   carry   so   much   on   my   shoulders.   ❞   she   shook   her   head, silver   locks   shifting   over   her   shoulders.   ❝   it   never   ends   well.   i’ve   seen   that   in myself   &   in   others,   i   have   no   desire   to   fall   back   into   that   pit.   ❞  

her   ruby   gaze   lifts   to   meet  his    ❝   seeking   glory   only   gets   you   so   far   &   gets those   around   you   killed.   the   only   thing   i   care   about   now   is   keeping   the   world from   falling   apart.   ❞

she   was   content   to   work   from   the   shadows,   to   offer   her   aid   where   she   could. she   had   no   desire   to   claim   the   title   of   vestige   anymore.   some   knew   of   her history,   most   however   remained   unaware   as   she   preferred   it. 

[velethei]

‵ i was not made to be subtle. ′ (sebastian) @illunaris​​

𝐀   𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄   𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄   greets   her,   matching   well   the   the   smooth   & disarming   tone   of   his   voice.   though   she   can   smell   the   scent   of   oblivion   clinging to   him.   sharp,   distinct   &   painfully   familiar. 

                                                                                        ❝    few daedra are. “ 

she   doesn’t   know   who   he   is,   which   keeps   her   on   guard.   there   is   nothing   familiar   about   him,   nothing   to   tell   her   if   this   is   a   prince   in   disguise.  she   knows better   than   to   assume   that   he   means   her   no   harm,   daedra   rarely   do   &   when they   do   it   is   usually   because   they   wanted   something   out   of   you.   her   ruby   gaze   remains   fixed   upon   his   pale   features   as   she   speaks.  

                          ❝    though   i   can   appreciate   a   certain   dramatic   flare.    ❞  

[velethei]

&;; leave a like if you would like a starter from me if we don’t already have a thread going. i have some new followers i would love to get to know / write with.

multi muses please give me 1-3 muses to pick from if you don’t have one specific one you’d like

mutuals only

capping at 5

#( two spots open ~ ) #( then i will get to these )

[velethei]

The Elder Scrolls Online scenery ➳ Vvardenfell | West Gash

#🕷 ┊ &. AESTHETIC : shine with the color of night

[velethei]

You are a rose unfurling, winter’s bloom. Poison dripping down your throat and out of your bladed fingers. You spin stars into black holes, drive monsters to extinction in the dead heat of summer. You breathe blood and wake up screaming. You cough on leaves and fall asleep dreaming. Flowers are pretty in the same way you are – bursts of beauty covering up fault lines and butterflies pulling hurricanes to shore. You press thorn-tipped fingers into your ribs, twist and tug and pull out burning red. You wear vengeance like a crown; you wear crowns like they’re swords. There’s nothing dangerous about beauty. What’s dangerous are the teeth beneath. And you are anything but beautiful when you smile.

forget the flower metaphor | m.j. pearl (via fairytalesques)

#🕷 ┊ &. MUSINGS : spin stars into black holes

[velethei]

tag drop

#🕷 ┊ &. VISAGE : bursts of beauty covering up fault lines #🕷 ┊ &. AESTHETIC : shine with the color of night #🕷 ┊ &. MUSINGS : spin stars into black holes #🕷 ┊ &. WARDROBE : wear vengeance like a crown #🕷 ┊ &. SOUNDTRACK : butterflies pulling hurricanes to shore #🕷 ┊ &. DESIRES : a sea at storm wild & vicious #🕷 ┊ &. META : the rage of mountains when they tremble

[velethei]

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.  @snowbrn​

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘, far too easily at times. she is well aware of the inquisition’s reputation, of her own. she has lived her whole life on the outside, only feeling welcome among her clan. she can handle what they say about her, but the not so hushed whispers about her companions? that was too far. 

since skyhold’s guest quarters had been repaired lords & ladies had been making the trip up the snowy mountain to bare witness to the inquisition. some seemed all too eager to share their opinions on who she kept company with. josaphine had warned her this would happen, though the warning did little to keep her from wanting to simply toss them all out of the keep. it’s a barbed comment about jon that does it & something must have shown on her face as she pivoted to face the lord who had spoken. jon’s hands settled on her arms, frim but grounding. 

it is enough to make her pause, her gaze remaining fixed on the ignorant man before her as she took in a slow breath. 

❝ your concern is noted, however i believe we all know whom we will be calling on when the next blight comes. best you not forget that. ❞

as they move away, heading towards the war room she places a hand on jon’s arm. glancing up at him she offers him an apologetic smile.  ❝ if you hadn’t stopped me i might have strangled that idiot in the middle of the great hall. ❞ part of her wished she had, even if it would have caused a political uproar. “