~Daughter of the void~

Until the incarnate starts having dreams from dagoth ur, and Nerevar mixes them with his own memories and feelings toward Voryn. Starts subtly influencing them in worse ways. When dagoth ur welcomes the incarnate to red mountain, Nerevar smiles widely and says to do what he asks. Go to red mountain. Return to him. Return to Voryn. Don’t they both owe Voryn that? Don’t they want to feel at ease? Nerevar has always looked out for them, always watched over them and guided them and taught them and protected them. Don’t they trust him?

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse throws a punch at mine.

My muse throws a punch at yours.

Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.

My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.

Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.

My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.

Your muse grips my muse’s hips.

My muse grips your muse’s hips.

Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.

My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.

Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

My muse slams yours against a wall hard.

Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.

My muses pushes your to their knees.

Your muse bites mine.

My muse bites yours.

Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.

My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.

Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.

My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.

Your muse attempts to shove away mine.

My muse attempts to push off yours.

Your muse roughly kisses mine.

My muse roughly kisses yours.

Your muse pins mine onto the ground.

My muse pins yours to the ground.

Your muse delivers beatings to mine.

My muse delivers beatings to yours.

Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.

My muse breaks your muse’s arm.

Friendly:

“You look a little lost. Do you need directions?” “That’s an awesome outfit.” “How’s the chicken? I can’t decide whether to order it or not.” “Excuse me, I think you dropped this.” “I don’t know a single person here…”

Flirty:

“Wow, I’ve never seen an angel before…” “You’re the hottest person in this place.” “I saw that. You just checked me out.” “Hey, can I get your number?” *wolf whistle*

Confrontational:

“You’re in my seat.” “What are you staring at?” “You just stepped on my toe!” “Who do you think you are?” “Keep it down, will you?”

Dramatic:

Once outside, the imperial touches the relief sculpture of the skeleton on the left-hand side, "The Night Mother bore Sithis 5 children, and-" her fingers hop from each skull in the relief to the right "One, two, three, four, five. She killed them all at His-" she reaches up to touch the large skull "- command."

Aria looks at Lorelei, "Because of her love and devotion, He made Her his wife,. the Unholy Matron, the leader of the Dark brotherhood."