First impression: Amazing writing and effort put into a character that we had only planned to have killed off. Impression now: So glad you decided to keep Vael alive. He's a wonderful addition to the shipyard, just like all of your characters. I look forward to RPing with him. :3
First of all, I think Vael has something to say to you for not killing him…
(Wait, a SMILE? What is this?!)You already know how I feel about our plans and our characters and vampire babies and salkdjkadsas. I’m not sure why you choose to stick by me and my writing, for it is yet a work in progress, but I am glad you do!
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((Ack. Well. =u= Yes. I do. I dont like to play favorites, but there are several people I admire for their writing skills and their characters, and all such. The list is extensive, but I can point out Mav, Bell, Vingalmo/Gelebor/Setsero!Mod, and Ancano/Calinwe!Mod to just name the ones right off the top of my head. They weave such life into their characters that I only hope I can do Thur some sort of justice.;;
◘ - Random Fact about Mun
uwu I’m 5’3” and 180lbs, which is a complication to many things, but one thing that I dont let my stature prevent me from doing is getting around. I’m pretty good at climbing just about anything, and I tend to shove things (including people!) out of my way. I was told I should have been on the HS powderpuff football team LOL.
• - Random Fact about Muse
Thurvayn doesnt know why his eyes are red/pink. As far as he knows, they should have been white/pink when he was a thinblood, and that his eyes should always be glowy now that he’s a Lord.I put this as the racial differences fighting in him. The Dunmer and Azura’s Curse wins over the Altmer in him, and especially with the vampirism, the Dunmer/Azura’s Curse again wins over even Molag Bal’s influence. If he knew, he’d be so proud. :’3c ))
"The editors of the DSM-IV and the Illuminati?" said Ianthe, looking up from her textbook. Thavrin nodded wildly, a strange smelling coffee spilling over his notes.
"They're all in it together! The psychiatrists, the Illuminati, the Thalmor, the politicians, the Scientologists-"
"They all hate each other, dipshit." Frithjofr said, glaring at Thavrin. Frithjofr disliked that nutcase at the best of times but with deadlines for this stupid group project due soon, any level of tolerance had been eradicated with lack of sleep, bad caffeine drinks and fast food. Ancano kept writing ahead, scribbling in his notebook as if he was working by himself, not wanting any of the idiots he was forced to work with to see his genius writings.
"THAT'S WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO THINK!" Thavrin shouted loudly, his eyes wide and gleeful. The entire library was now staring at them, bleary eyed, and in no mood for that tweaker's bullshit today. It was bad enough that they were stuck with him asking stupid questions about conspiracy theories and all sorts of nonsense he kept finding on the Internet.
A very angry Urag walked over to the group, smacking Thavrin across the head with a copy of the Financial Times. "I warned you a thousand times." he grumbled moving back.
Thavrin paused, scratching his beard. He might have got the attention of the librarian but not of the man he really wanted the attention of. He always sat in the corner, minding his own business whilst sipping a soda. He was the most silent he had been that entire day, staring at him across the room. There was something beautiful about him. The way his wrists moved when he flicked the page of his newspaper, the way his eyes moved across the page, the way his lips curled around the bottle...
"Did you find the information on gender stereotypes in media or was there a documentary on sharks that you watched instead?" Ancano asked shrilly. How he got to work with this particular group of cretins was beyond him.
"I got it, I got it. Jeez." Thavrin said, dumping the notes in front of him quickly so he could watch the mysterious man again. "Nothing we didn't know before."
Ancano and Frithjofr sighed. This was going nowhere. Ianthe kept reading her textbook, ignoring everything else that was going on.
It was no use, he had to talk to him.
"Who is that guy?"
"He's an assistant to some professor or another." Ancano said dismissively, rolling his eyes.
"He's training to be one." Frifthjofr corrected, a look of triumph on his face that he knew something that Ancano didn't for once.
"I gotta ask him out." he said, a wild grin taking over his face. Ancano and Frithjofr looked at each other and shook their heads.They didn't like each other or see eye to eye on much but on the topic of Thavrin, they minds were as one.
"You can't date the faculty, idiot." Frithjofr said, glaring. "You've been taking too much skooma."
"You take skooma too, you hypocrite!"
"Not every night. I do it occasionally but you're never off the stuff."
"That's besides the point. You can so date faculty members! Ianthe is dating that Chemistry lecturer!"
Ianthe finally looked up from her textbook, blushing. "Thanks for broadcasting that, Thavrin..."
"I don't care, I'm going to..."
He looked over in horror as another man was sat beside him. He knew that hair, those scars, the gorgeous bastard eyes...
"Abbadon, you bastard."
Thavrin felt another smack across the head with the newspaper.
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Yesterday, I honestly felt that my inspiration was gone forever and I couldn't reply to anything... not even a short ask. I didn't know what else I could do but close this blog. After thinking about it more, I regret making that decision, and I sincerely apologize for any grief it may have caused my rp partners, especially Amathir-mod. I am truly sorry.
Though I couldn't write anything yesterday, I don't feel that way today. It was a temporary block, and I fully believed that it was permanent.
I am back. I'm sorry for any confusion this may have caused, and I hope that all of the people who unfollowed me yesterday will give my blog another chance. ))
((I'm officially closing my Ancano blog. My heart's just not in it anymore, and I've lost my inspiration to write as Ancano. I'll still be around on my Calinwe blog, if you need to reach me. ))
ask-ancano:
Ancano glanced up at the tall mer, quite surprised by his unusual appearance. Though he appeared to be Altmer at first glance, the pale skin tone and blue eyes were more akin to a Nord. The odd combination of features strangely reminded Ancano of the accounts he had read about the Snow Elves of millennia past… however those pale ancient ancestors of the Falmer no longer existed. This mer was quite obviously half-Altmer half-Nord, and had made a very grave mistake in approaching an agent of the Thalmor.
“Hmh, yes. I am an adviser to the Arch-Mage,” replied Ancano calmly, “… And you are?”
"I am Knight-Paladin Gelebor, and it is a pleasure to meet you, advisor," the guardian replied cheerfully. "I am a visitor from the far reaches of this province. I have lived scores of centuries, yet have seen little during my time. I assure you that my visit harbours no insidious intentions. These curious eyes simply wish to benignly gaze over these ancient halls, this heart to open to those that reside here.".
If there was any sign of animosity in the speech pattern of the calmly spoken Thalmor, the old elf completely missed it. Perhaps his concern that this one's initial demeanor indicated that he differed greatly from Lhaeben was nothing more than a misconstrued observation on his part. Perhaps, still, a wise move would be to reassure the Altmer about his unusual appearance, for the subtle widening of his eyes in surprise at his impromptu guest had not gone unnoticed.
"I appreciate that my visage is highly atypical for this modern day and age," Gelebor explained gently, "Many before you have had their curiosities gladly answered to that regard. You are no exception, Ancano. Should you wish to ask of my ancestry, I would gladly answer any of your queries."
