#plot musing

inspired by @helreginn​ @athaexnen​

Your muse prefers metal to people. She spends her days tucked away in her forge, safe from society and the anxiety it causes her, using her magical gift to craft unique weapons imbued with power.

Then your muse receives a commission from a powerful warlord, and the result is a sword capable of stealing its victims' secrets. A sword that can cut far deeper than the length of its blade. A sword with the strength to topple kingdoms. When your muse learns of the warlord’s intentions to use the weapon to enslave all the world under her rule, she takes her sister and flees.

Muse A had always been impulsive. But telling Paige how he feels? He's obsessed over that decision. And it's time. Tonight. At the party on the riverbank, under the old walking bridge, site of so many tales of love and death.

Muse B has had a crush on Muse A since they first met, but she knows her feelings are one-sided. She's trying to move on, to flirt. A party at the river is just what she needs. Except a fight breaks out, and when muse b tries to intervene―muse a’s fist lands in her face.

inspired by @tessastormrp​

An obstinate girl who will not be married. A soldier desperate to prove himself. A kingdom on the brink of war.

With a sharp tongue and an unruly temper, your is not what they’d call a lady―which is perfectly fine with her. Deemed unfit for marriage, she is apprenticed to a matchmaker and tasked with wrangling other young ladies to be married off for political alliances. She spies on the girls―and on the soldiers escorting them.

inspired by @viletongue​

Three best friends, a lake house, a secret trip - what could go wrong?

It was supposed to be the perfect prom weekend getaway. But it's clear something terrible happened when one girl wakes up alone and bloodied on a hiking trail with no memory of the past forty-eight hours.

[spicy or not]

Feel free to change pronouns or other aspects. You don’t have too, but I would love to be tagged or linked to the threads you might use this for

thinking about how i would eventually like to write something about voryn witnessing the murder of nerevar after being injured badly enough by the tribunal that he couldn’t do anything except watch after regaining consciousness for a little while. 

i hc that he didn’t outlive nerevar by very long. the long span of times when he was “asleep,” he was essentially dead but being reformed by the power of the heart (probably multiple times, due to fighting with them repeatedly over the years when they came to tap the heart again). his burning hatred for almsivi stemmed from his grief and their betrayal of nerevar. 

i don’t think he would have liked vivec or almalexia, but i think he probably would have respected sil as a mage, if nothing else. (some day, i would also like to do something with the fall of ald sotha and saving sil’s life, too.)

i’m not sure if he would have cared nearly as much about them wanting to become gods if they hadn’t done that. my view of nerevar is someone who is fairly religious, but voryn much less so. i think he might’ve even respected the hustle, somewhat. 

i have never figured out what, if anything, i want to include from the narratives about nerevar and dumac fighting prior to the dwemer disappearing. in my hc, they were very good friends (i also enjoy stories about them as a couple/lovers, though i’ve been committed to my nerevoryn otp or ot3 with alandro) and figuring out how that would have eventually come to a physical fight is difficult. not impossible, just difficult to work out. (definitely not the heart-eating business, though.)