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Ally had to admit that she didn’t think she’d go her whole life without a text from Tony telling her she had to go bail someone out of jail, but she always assumed the person she’d be bailing out was him. So when she got a call from her father telling her that she had to go to the city police station to pick up an Asgardian citizen confusion was her primary reaction.

“Why don’t you go?” she asked him on the phone, now standing outside the restaurant she had been in with her husband. In Boston. “I’m not even in the state.”

“Because I vowed that I would never step foot in a prison...again. Besides, if you fly you’ll get there in thirty minutes and I’ve got a date with Pepper. Just use my credit card; love you, Squirt.” 

With that, he hung up the phone and Ally went back into the restaurant to tell her husband she had to go. After a thirty minute flight Ally landed in the middle of the city at the police station this Asgardian was being held in. She greeted the officer at the front desk and after filling out some paperwork the officer went back to go get the Asgardian out of the holding cell. 

    🔥——     The first meeting hadn’t gone well, at all... Neither of them had   expected   the road to peace to be easy, but the   hatred   for dragons seemed almost too   deep - seated   to tackle...  Goodness knows that Mjadveig had tried to   appeal   to the Jarls the best she could, Briidunviing having to bite her tongue & not say anything from her own perspective. It had been   excruciating   , but good practice to contain herself even better.

     Honorable   it was to prepare Mjadveig for bath, her   nakedness   completely regular sight these days. Swiftly walking through the room, Briidunviing took turns closing the door, shutting the window, scenting the bath, & undressing Mjadveig. Finally her ruler in the bath, she grabbed a wash towel from a shelf, placing it on the edge of the tub.

⊱asks for muns with a multimuse or more than one muse⊰ [ accepting ]

9. why were you drawn to each one of your characters?

[ I actually started to play Paarthurnax back in 2014, as far as I remember, but I took a massive break before bringing him back on 2017. I’ve always wanted to play him… I guess I was drawn to him because my OC, whom I played even before him, adores him, there was no other Paarthurnax around, & just because I like his character so much & he was so underdeveloped. I wanted to explore his character more & bring him to life.

Not only did Alduin interest me because of how I never had played a villain before, but also in his case, he too was underdeveloped. I started to play Alduin almost solely because there was no one else playing him, & I saw a lot of people wanting one to interact with one. Also, building friendships in TES fandom made me want to fill the void of not having Alduin around ( goddamnit @goldenvelleity​ xD ). I had an interest in playing him before, but it wasn’t that strong that I would’ve made a blog for him. I caved in eventually, & here we are :D ]

12. what is something everyone should know about your muses before interacting?

[ Their canon divergence, & everyone should read my headcanons of both of them. But, the biggest ones people should know about are:

Paarthurnax actually leaves his mountain. A lot of people think he just sits there & I get a lot of plot suggestions surrounding the mountain. Guys, literally one of the biggest reasons why I made him canon divergent this way is because it gets so repetitive to get him only sit on the mountain & talk. I want him to live ! Play around with the possibilities of the list I made of how he is canon divergent.

Alduin actually has weaknesses, & my portrayal doesn’t make him that much of a down-right violent shithead as canon portrays him as. Okay, well, he’s still a shithead & will badmouth, but he won’t eat everyone alive just like that. I made him canon divergent this way so interactions are even possible to begin with. ]

19. for each muse, is there a character you wish had a blog so you could interact with them?

[ Other dragons ! Miraak ! I actually had possibilities to play with Miraak, but they didn’t work out… :s Also, Akatosh & Kyne, please give Alduin Akatosh & Paarthy Kyne. Other Aedra too. Can’t think of anything else but damn I’d love to play with so many people & so many characters ! ]

          the only bad thing about fighting Necromancers is that killing them is only half the battle, and Drizzt is a whirlwind of shimmering blade and blood as he tries to take out the living and dead who are brought back to life to continue aiding. flesh meets blade, but there is no remorse in him for killing these people. he considers them foul, those who would tamper with one’s rest after death.

in the dim of the cave, his infrared comes in handy to find the culprits; not that magic-users are difficult to find in the dark, anyway. when the fighting is done, he puts his blades down to the tips are driving into the ground and his hands can rest lightly upon the hilts.

               ‘filth,’  he spits, kicking at one of the lifeless forms at his feet, as if to be sure it would truly lay dead this time. at his back, Guenhwyvar stalks silently and checks the dark corners to be sure they’ve gotten them all and that there will be no further sneak attacks from undead forms.

REBLOG AND FILL IN WITH DETAILS ABOUT YOUR MUSE AS IF THEY WERE A CHARACTER IN A DATING SIM. (Inspired by Huniepop) TAGGED BY: @exsuperatus TAGGING: @inionnaforaoise, @rexblut, @swrdwielded, @servusx, @damnprussia, @szakal-drapieznik, you.

          the smell of ash and smoke were becoming far too commonplace as Skyrim became an oblivion of dragonfire and death. it was almost enough to make one regret their travels, but Cyrodiil was hardly better and Sovyk preferred the cooler climate of Skyrim. the dragons were everywhere, that couldn’t be avoided. it was the war that caused her regrets...

               “by the Nine...” she whispered in horrified disgust, raising her arm to cover her nose as her eyes stung from the smell of burning flesh and hair. it was only a small settlement, but it was her first true glimpse of the horrors that the dragons’ return had devastated on the land and the sight sickened her. all other times she had stayed away, her desire to avoid any company keeping her far from civilization. but the smoke here was thick and the damage absolute. it didn’t even look like there were any form of soldiers present-- no one would’ve stood a chance.

   THE life thrumming beneath his hand was so foreign, though it was certainly not UNWELCOME. Sven had never anticipated children- he had never thought that far ahead. In Windhelm he had paid no heed to marriage or children or any family aside from his brother. That was all that he needed, back then: his brother and his forge. Even after he learned of Velfar’s fate, he had never thought to be a father. Sven was scarred, broken, and only recently finding himself in a state of repair. Surely a man so FRAGMENTED could not be left with a child.

   BUT Mjadveig had blessed him with such. She carried within her a little life, yet to be born, brought into being by their love. And Sven was happy, happy in a way that he had never been before- after all, this little bump encompassed his child! THEIR child! It was such a mighty blessing, a little drop of hope after years of war and turmoil. Sven could never be unhappy with a notion like this, to raise a little one alongside the woman he so loved and cherished, though... he was AFRAID. There was tension in his heart and soul where there should have been none.

   HIS own father, the one that Sven had been named for, had not imparted Sven with the greatest of lessons. Sven loved him as ANY man may love his father- though that love sometimes felt out of place, for Sven was not sure that it was even returned. In most manners, his father had not been loving to him; he bore the SCARS to prove it. Of his two siblings, Sven felt his father had cared for him the least. No little child deserved to feel that way, and Sven was so afraid that somehow he would pass the sentiment to his own children. Sven would never want to give his own reasons to believe he did not LOVE them. He did not even know their unborn, yet, and he already cherished them as he had nothing before.

   MYA’S words eased him, though. She was right; he could not condemn himself for the wrongdoings of his father. He hoped he could be as good as she claimed; he WANTED to be. Sven would have moved the world upon his back for Mya and their unborn. As she spoke, a little smile grew upon his grizzled features, his worries and doubts quelled for the moment. “I’ll be the best damn father in Tamriel. I may be named after my father, but I am not him. I never will be.” Speaking it reassured him further, a sigh falling from his lips as he sighed. He was Dragonborn; he would not live in the SHADOWS of his father.