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boethiahsboytoy · 1 year

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Hiiii thank you fr theasl!!! I'm gonna answer for Vulon Vyrthaal and Jo'safiir :3

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🌧️ What is the favorite thing for you OC to do on a rainy day?

Vulon: Vulon would prefer to stay inside, maybe read or do some journaling. It'll probably make itself a strong pot of tea and a hearty and flavorful meal as it relaxes.

Vyrthaal: Depending on where he's at, Vyr would want to run around jn the rain for a bit! Unless he's traveling, in which case he'd bundle up against the rain in a weatherproof cloak and keep going until the weather is too bad Or he finds an inn or smthn.

Jo'safiir: He hates rain he does Not like being soggy. Has a waterproof traveling cloak and boots for this so if he Must he Can be outside in the rain. When it snows hard in Winterhold he doesn't do much different as he rarely has outside classes, so the weather in Skyrim doesn't affect him too much as long as he's not out traveling.

🌈 Does your OC speak more than one language? If so, how many and which?

Vulon: Aldmeris is it s first language, it can probably speak and read and understand Dunmeris pretty fluently, and understands, speaks, and reads n writes Dovahzul and common Tamrielic fluently also. It can read Daedric script and a little bit of ancient Falmeri script. Also probably it can communicate very basic things and finger spell in a few sign languages.

Vyrthaal: Ancient Falmeri is his mother tongue and the one he's fully fluent in alongside ancient Falmeri sogn language. They can speak and read common tamrielic but sometimes struggles. He understands the modern Falmeri language well when spoken but can't read their script (braille like) very well, and speaking it is very difficult for non-native speakers in my headcanon. Idk what other languages Marzog would teach him beyond tamrielic but she's a historian so I feel like he'd learn ancient languages w her for fun. Serana would probably teach him some ancient Nordic I think, probably .

Jo'safiir : Ta'agra is his mother tongue but he tries very hard to learn as many languages as he can, to at least have basic conversations with as many folks as he can. He speaks, understands, reads, and writes Nordic and common tamrielic well, and has a fairly decent grasp on reading and understanding Dovahzul, aided by Miraak (and maybe Ko'jiirah but like she probably tells him like "this says Giant Massive Penis" and he's like "OK. Fuck you (affectionate)".

#ask #anon #ask meme response #oc vulon shulzaan #oc vyrthaal #oc jo'safiir

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ajanefantasy · 2 years

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Writing Update!

Still working on Rise of Trouble 4 -- In Between Here and There. It's coming along. This story has taken some interesting turns, some unexpected, some sort of according to plan.

As for the update, as of this moment RoT4 has 104k words and it's still going. I'm not certain at where it'll top out. It wouldn't surprise me if it goes beyond 150k. But we'll see, there is more to go.

In the meantime here is a small snippet.

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After a long night dealing with the inane shit of being a princess, Rhedyn lyn Sari entered her room, curses on her lips, swearing she would never do this again. No more, not a single minute of subjecting herself to…

She screamed seeing a shadowy figure standing by the window.

And suddenly felt very foolish.

She had a sword. She knew how to fight with that very sword.

Summoning said sword to her hand, she charged into the room, the light of Yno and Tryn reflecting off the blade. “I will slice you from stem to stern, you lowly cowardice cur!”

“Mayhap we should have waited until the morn, sir.”

“Mayhap, my boy, mayhap.” Usan snapped his fingers and light filled the room. “But I feared did I not do so when the moment struck, that I would never do so and would allow the High Keeper to speak for me. It seemed best at the time.”

“You do seem to go with the first thought you have.” Baird opened his eyes having closed them the moment the king raised his hand, his fingers together in the snap position.

“’Twas fine advice I gained from Vyr.”

‘Try not to do or say aught that you cannot undo,’ Thane's spirit grumbled. He had argued with Usan against this fool errand, but Usan had been determined. He raised his brows high when Usan looked at him with a similar expression. ‘Say what needs saying and naught more.’

Rhedyn blinked against the sudden flair of light before narrowing her eyes into a squint. “Usan?”

“In the flesh, Your Highness.”

“What the fuck do you do here?"

©A. Jane

#rise of trouble 4 #rise of trouble #sari 4 #sari and jayd #my writing #story snippet #story update

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childrenfromthecrypt · 1 year

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Well... all the new bios are up! Yay! Maybe tomorrow I'll make a starter call for the new faces 🤔

speaking of faces... While I love Vyr, I'm thinking about switching the avatar... any thoughts on who it should be?

#ooc #mina says dumb shit

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shonyxprime · 2 years

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so here, i can conclude one of two things.

1) cybertronian worms exist

2) worm is an expression throughout many languages

#vyr speaks #transformers #megatron origins #ratbat

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tyfortheredirect · 3 years

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i am begging people to consider koichi/number 6 as a ship they have everything

enemies to lovers

foils of each other in basically every way

similar quirks

koichi would be the one person who would even bother to reach out to 6

6's fucking... obsession with him

the genuine concept of koichi realizing that sometimes people have no choice of where they go and 6 having someone who loves him and finally getting to realize he's his own person

it would piss off everyone and thats funny

#mha vigilantes #bnha vigilantes #koichi haimawari #rokuro nomura #mha number 6 #number 6 #koi6 #those are my tags #when will tumblr make all tags show up uuuuugh its been years #vyr speaks

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hi-crawler · 8 months

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fuck. favorite destiny (2) final raid boss theme go. reblogs appreciated

#destiny #destiny 2 #destiny game #destiny the game #vyr speaks #Tell Me. Are you guys right #sorry argos and val ca'uor. i couldnt fit you ehre #crota calus IP and gahlran don't have named themes to my knowledge #and the sanctified mind ost is just. the sanctified mind #ALSO i excluded eater of worlds and spire of stars bc they were mini raids apparently?#now that is poll is popular i'm gonna say my personal favorite is look within #followed very closely by keep of voices and then eyes up #look within only wins because A) the full thing plays if you're in the fight long enough #and B) i enjoy it better as a motif #whoever decided to make phase 2 of riven's theme only play at last stand when she has such low health. i hate you

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heraldofonyx · 2 years

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hi folks

@/fistraid has drawn porn of the amphibia girls! y'know, who are fucking children! proof here. ofc i can't convince you to unfollow them or anything but if you aren't on twitter or discord and follow them here, i figure at least one semi-big transformers blog deserves to say this so it can get passed around tumblr

#vyr speaks

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vuullets · 1 year

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WAIT OH MY GOD I POSTED GREED WRONG FUCK

#vyr speaks

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the-eldritch-it-gay · 5 years

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Alibaba: This is my favorite place to pickpocket

Vyrian: Nice

Alibaba: But sadly we are not stealing from the rich today

Vyrian, pockets jingling with countless things they've already pickpocketed from the rich since entering the market: ...We're not?

#Eldritch IT Speaks #1001days #1001days Blogging #Vyrian has a hijab of holding in which she can discreetly store the stuff she stole from the rich #god in the D&D campaign with Vyr we're like 8 sessions in and Vyrian has already snuck into a gated community #and broken into mansions to steal multiple times #'direct action' as Vyrian says #theres no way she didn't pickpocket like 7 discreet people #she might be like 7'6 tall have 6 horns a 6ft tail and be iridescent but she's a damn good rogue #1001days Vyrian

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nevertheless-moving · 3 years

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Pop Star Wars AU: Waking

Drabble set in this au which I wrote way back a few weeks ago.

Back then, I had only recently decided to look up my tumblr password for a third attempt at being an appreciative fandom community member instead of just trying to think really hard at internet strangers, and maybe shout into the void a little. (But there’s like, several people here now??? How did you even find me on the internet? )

Anyway I have since learned how to spell Anakin’s name and insert links. Also that if you resize your window while typing directly into tumblr everything disappears.

Self Indulgent Crack Pop Star Wars Time Travel Fixit (star wars au no 3):

After several years of exile in the Jundland Wastes, Ben Kenobi had not quite finished mentally unpacking the decades of mistakes, grief, and failure that had led him to the desert. It was the work of a lifetime, and some days were harder than others. But after several forays in and out of alcoholism, spice addiction, and every other form of geographically-accessible self-destruction, he could at least say that some days were easier.

The process was no doubt made more difficult by the abject solitude. Unlike the chaotic years that constituted the fall of the Republic, he had all too much time to think, and no one around to share his thoughts with. He closed his eyes in the dark of his hut, thoughts drifting between past and future.

The past was as ugly and lovely as ever. The larger future didn’t look much better, but he could find some joy in the thought of tomorrow and fresh bantha milk when the herd roamed near. Owen was always much less begrudging of his presence when he came with an offering, and Beru would likely invite him to stay for noon meal where he would share in fresh cheese as Luke rambled about his plans to fix-up a junked speeder bike.

The thought of Luke’s happiness at the treat allowed him enough peace of mind to meditate more deeply.

He carefully broke off a piece of unfair-bitterness from his larger loving-grief. The bitterness he released into the force. The grief he turned over and soothed until its edges dissolved. He accepted it, now smoother if not smaller, laying it to rest alongside his hard-earned wisdom and unfinished poetry.

Tired, but fractionally lighter, Ben Kenobi drifted to sleep.

He opened his eyes to the first rays of daylight peeking in his temple chambers.

The room was intimately familiar. For a few years they were Ashoka’s, on the rare occasion she found herself temple-side and in want of privacy but not complete solitude. For a solid decade before her, the chambers were Anakin’s, though he was quick enough to accept the common room couch when Ashoka entered their life. And before that...they were his. That was his model rocket on the shelf, and his astronomical mobile hanging from the ceiling, and his robes scattered on the floor, though they hadn’t been arranged as such in this room since his apprenticeship with Qui-Gon. He sat up.

Glad he had put energy into meditation last night, he used the lingering clarity of mind to try and work through possible explanations.

Vivid Dream? No a quick pinch to his inner elbow debunked that, as well as the fact that the morning taste in his mouth was more the minty tang of denti-cleaner, rather than the saltiness of dried meat which he had grown accustomed to.

Hallucinogenic mushroom flashback? Possible, though it still wouldn’t explain the detail of physical sensations he felt, running his hand from the temple-spun linens on his bed to the warm-carved wood of his bedside table. He stood and did a perfect forward flip in place. Shockingly his knees didn’t ache at impact, but a drug induced hallucination of this intensity would have some sort of impact on his equilibrium, and he felt perfectly balanced, at least physically.

Force vision seemed most likely. Sinking into cross-legged meditation, he gradually lowered his mental shields. There was no whisper of Vader or Palpatine anywhere near Hutt space at this time, so the risk of reaching out was both manageable and necessary. Rather than the pure energy he personally associated with intense visions, he felt gradients of light, echoing ripples of emotions, and the unique solidity of force-imbued stone walls.

Heart beginning to race as reality set in, Ben concluded that he was, indeed, in the Jedi temple on Courascant. Even if he had suffered a complete psychotic break, his force sense couldn’t lie with such crystal clear detail. Confused unreality mixed with images of the past and future, sure. But this was the temple. It just was.

He couldn’t make sense of it. Even if he had somehow been found, drugged, and transported to the heart of the empire, the rooms as he sensed them didn’t exist anymore. The contents were lost or burnt, the stone walls destroyed and rebuilt into a wing of the Imperial Palace.

Obi-Wan sank deeper into the force and reached out further, searching for he answers. In general, the force felt light, the shroud of the darkside was a hazy irritation in the distance, not a smothering blanket. The manifold wounds in the force formed by senseless war and destruction were absent. Also gone were the tang of grief and loss that he had begun to associate with the temple’s signature even before- even before the purge.

The temple was also full to the brim with tens of thousands of lights in the living force. He reached out to them incredulously, nudging many just to feel a living, sentient response. The last time he remembered feeling so many Jedi all in the temple at the same time was...well, when he still lived in this room. The nearest living force sensitive presence was achingly familiar, though notably and unquestioningly living. He could feel the presence moving nearer and retreated, pulling himself fully back into his body.

The only explanation that fit was that he had suddenly, miraculously, inexplicably traveled back in time.

He half ran to his closet, opening the door with a yank to reveal a full length mirror. A once-familiar, 25-year old padawan stared back with visible shock. Of course his knees didn’t hurt, this body hadn’t yet been broken and abused by knighthood, war, and Tatooine. His hands examined the smooth chin, the unwrinkled forehead, and even the terrible, terrible haircut.

Obi-wan startled at a knock at his door, freezing in place.

“Padawan?” Came Qui-Gon Jinn’s voice softly, “I don’t intend to pull you out of meditation prematurely, but is there a particular reason you were sprawling over the temple this morning? You startled me somewhat. To be perfectly honest, I think you might have alarmed a few people around the temple, I’ve already received messages from council telling me to reign in my padawan before he hurts himself.”

Qui-Gon sounded more amused than reprimanding, and he paused, clearly waiting for an answer.

Obi-Wan’s jaw locked up. What could he say? How could he even to begin to explain what had happened? He sank to floor, head pressed to the ground and tears silent streaming down his face. All he could do was offer to the force were words, the feelings could come later Thank you. Thank youThankyouthankyouTHANKYOU.

For whatever reason, the force had granted him a second chance. Regardless if it was intended as punishment, gift, or inexplicable chance, he would build a better future than the one he left behind.

“Padawan?” Qui-Gon knocked again, sounding concerned, “Are you alright? If you don’t answer I’m going to have to come in there.”

And all at once he had flipped back to not enough time to think and too many people needing his attention.

Obi-Wan managed to open his mouth to call out some meaningless assurance, intent on gaining more time to process the fantastical situation. Much to his surprise, what came out was a strangled, keening sob. Qui-Gon burst through the door.

Obi-Wan realized, with a little embarrassment, that he was curled up practically into a ball on the floor, tears streaming in a shocking waste of water. It was probably not the most dignified, nor the most reassuring position for Qui-Gon to walk in on.

Qui-Gon rushed to his side, pulling him up by the shoulders to frantically look him over. “What happened?” he demanded, “Are you hurt? Did something go wrong while you were meditating and you were trying to reach out for help?”

Obi-Wan smiled at the barrage of questions. He had almost forgotten that on the rare occasions when Qui-Gon’s perfect Jedi serenity broke, he became somewhat counterproductively intense.

“I’m alright, Master,” he tried to say, but what came out was more of a croaking, “MNNrlerR.”

This predictably, only increased Qui-Gon’s concern.

To Obi-Wan’s deep consternation, he was dragged by Qui-Gon to the healer’s wing. He remained quiet during the examination, not wanting to risk whatever was compromising his ability to speak. It could be readjusting to his younger body, or a manifestation of the admittedly great emotional shock he was still experiancing. Or simple lack of practice- it had been several weeks since he had last heard the sound of his own voice, from a certain point of view.

After finding no physical cause for concern, Master Vyr asked Qui-Gon to wait outside.

“Padawan Kenobi?” The Tortugan healer asked gently. “Your Master seems quite insistent that something is wrong. Would you like to discuss what the problem seems to be?”

Obi-Wan cleared his throat and was relieved when his voice came out smooth and under his control, “I’m alight, Master. I apologize for disruption. I experienced a... particularly strong vision when I woke up this morning, and temporarily lost control over myself. I’m already feeling more stable. I believe I simply need to meditate on what I’ve seen. My master unfortunately came in while I was dealing with some of the emotional aftermath.

“I see,” Vyr responded. “Did you experience this vision before or after your expansive foray into the force? I understand a surprising swath of the temple felt your presence press against them this morning.”

“I reached out after,” Obi-Wan admitted. “My vision was...particularly dark. I felt the need to ground myself with the presence of other Jedi. I’ll make certain to apologize to anyone I may have startled.”

Eventually he was cleared with the strict instruction to stick with shallow meditation for the next few days as well as a strong recommendation to seek out Master Yoda, Sifo-Dryfas, or one of the other Master known to experience visions.

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan walked back to their quarters together in a peaceful quiet. It wasn’t until the door clicked behind them that Qui-Gon rounded on his padawan.

“What vision could possibly have left you in such distress?”

Obi-Wan walked to the kitchenette to make tea, stalling before answering. “You have always told me to stay focused on the present, Master”

Qui-Gon frowned. “Yes, however this...vision seems to have altered you somehow. You are grieved by it.”

“Yes. But what I grieve may never come to pass.”

It won’t come to pass. I might not know his every tool, but I do know Sideous’s biggest secret, and I WILL stop him.

“Will you not tell me what you saw?” Qui-Gon asked, sounding somewhat hurt.

Obi-Wan poured the hot water carefully, feeling torn. If he told Qui-Gon everything... would he believe him? Perhaps, eventually but...what would become of Anakin, still just a boy? And the moment he knew of Palpatine’s evil...he knew Qui-Gon. He would favor the direct approach, underestimating the sheer breadth of the trap the sith had laid (Obi-Wan himself lived through it and only began to understand long after it had closed).

“I saw...a great shadow fall over the republic.”

He sat at the table, relishing in the simple pleasure of pouring a cup for Qui-Gon and himself from a shared pot.

Qui-Gon cradled his mug in his hands. “I see. Nothing specific?”

“Your death. At the hands of a tool of darkness. You ran ahead...” Obi-Wan took a scorching sip to stop himself. “It was foolish. Unnecessary. And I was forced to fight alone without you.

Qui-Gon set the tea down to stroke his beard in thought. “Well. I have no great desire to die. While I make no promises, I will endeavor to avoid leaving you behind ‘unnecessarily.’”

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan replied, over sincere.

They drank in peaceful silence. It was interrupted by a shrill noise from Qui-Gon’s comm.

“I’ve just received a personal request from the Chancellor to immediately assist in negotiations with a Trade Federation blockade around Naboo. Are you feeling up to it?”

“You know, I think I am”

#star wars #pop star wars au #my au #time travel #star wars au no 3

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boethiahsboytoy · 1 year

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i come with emojis for the ask game!!!!! :D

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

Wheee!! Thank u Rosemary :3 I'll b answering these for Vulon, Ivrasi, and Vyrthaal! They've been on my Brain lately uwu

OC emoji ask meme here!

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

Vulon: Vulon doesn't cry easily, but something that Does make it cry is the thought of its loved ones being in danger. It knows everyone it cares about can handle themselves, hut it is always so worried for them all the time forever.

Ivrasi: Ivrasi is really good at keeping control over her emotions, so she doesn't cry very easily. But I think, when she meets Erik and convinces his dad to let him join her on her Adventures so he can learn a bit abt being a traveling mercenary, the first time he gets hurt she starts crying;; Also when she slays Mirmulnir and absorbs his soul; it would overwhelm her to the point she bursts into tears Immediately and all the guards + Irileth are just like 😶 ma'am u good?

Vyrthaal: Vyr cries easily!! He cries over cute dogs. They cry over pretty sunrises. They cry bc Kili smiled at him. He cries because he bought a gift for Isran. Vyrthaal is SUCH an emotional lad.

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

Vulon: TW for child abuse. It's most vivid memory is of its parents abusing it after it cut its own hair. It was about...six or seven? And ended up locked in its room for a week and only being given one small meal a day. ON A HAPPIER NOTE. another vivid memory of that time was seeing a group of performers and clowns for (random event), one of which came over and did some fun sleight of hand magic tricks to try and make Vulon smile. It worked, and this one small, happy memory is why Vulon wants to be a clown so bad.

Ivrasi: I haven't thought too much about her childhood BUT it would definitely be smthn related to her getting her first blade or smthn,,,,,mayne being taught how 2 make potions?? Smthn like That.

Vyrthaal: Watching the sun rise w his biological parents, being held by his mother after greeting the sun. That, Or the first time he was brought along with his parents when they traveled to a Dwemer city, it scared him a Lot bc its the first time they've been underground and all the noise is Overstimulating;;

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

Vulon: Vulon isn't good at volume control, often speaking too loudly OR quietly than appropriate. It's very casual for the most part, and tends to refer to people as "friend" (which can be very unsettling). It's very good at being polite though. I've decided Vulon has my voice :3

Ivrasi: Ivrasi pretty much always speaks in a neutral-toned "indoor voice" provided she's not goofing off w/family or friends. But she speaks very confidently, so even if she's being quiet people tend to listen to her. I don't have a voice claim for her.

Vyrthaal: Vyrthaal tends to be on the quiet side, but like Ivrasi speaks with a confidence that make people listen (at least as an older teen and adult). They also tend to be quite formal and a little aloof when not speaking with family or friends, but most people assume it's because thays just how vampire hunters Are. Like Ivrasi, Vyrthaal doesn't have a voice claim.

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

Vulon: It's comfort drink is green tea with strawberry flavoring and honey

Ivrasi: She doesn't know how to swim and is a little afraid of large bodies of water.

Vyrthaal: He has a pollen allergy.

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

Vulon: Most people assume like...ur basic Daedra Worshipper Stereotypes; it's cruel and sadistic, doesn't care about anyone, and would sacrifice any of its "loved ones" in a heartbeat. And that's really far from the mark! Vulon is an asshole, but it isn't cruel. It's just...rude and stubborn and sometimes it's impulsiveness hurts people. But it loves people very deeply and would do anything to protect those that it cares about. It would never, under any circumstance, intentionally hurt anyone that it cares about, and in the event it does so accidentally Vulon does it's absolute best to fix any damage done and make sure it never repeats the mistake again. A correct assumption that is often made about it though is that it IS just a little bit off-putting and difficult to be around.

Ivrasi: Because she Looks scary and intimidating she'd get similar treatment as Vulon, with people thinking she's some mean evil daedra worshipping bitch, but honestly she's pretty nice!! She has social anxiety that often comes off as rudeness or her being cold, but it's literally just because she doesn't know how to talk casually to people, outside the context of "I am a mercenary and you are hiring me" when shes around someone who isn't family or a friend. People also assume she's always looking for a fight which is Sort of true; she DOES enjoy a good-spirited brawl between warriors!

Vyrthaal: Lots of people assume Vyrthaal is some dignified, poised, elegant and refined young man, and that's because he puts up that front 1) when doing vampire and malicious daedra hunting work and 2) when he's around people he's unfamiliar with. In reality he's loud and boisterous and hyperactive once he's comfortable. Others assume that because he's Dragonborn they're weighted down by their fate OR extremely proud of it. Both are equally true.

Thank you again these were really fun !!! :D I always love thinking abt my funky guys,,

#ask #kiir-do-faal-rahhe #rosemary #ask meme response #oc vulon shulzaan #oc vyrthaal #oc ivrasi

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