Johnny Realizing Too Late During His Date With Rogue That The Attraction He Experiences Towards Rogue

Johnny realizing too late during his date with Rogue that the attraction he experiences towards Rogue isn’t actually his own anymore, but rather V’s.

Just think.

“Seriously, V? My ex?” “Got a thing for powerful women.” “She’s 90!” “You’re 90!”

Johnny: Offended in washed-up rockerboy

the fun thing about the vastness of skyrim is that every new save you make is unique in its own way! for example my current save likes to crash whenever i cross a stone bridge. i can go UNDER the bridge. or next to it. those things just do not like my gay little elf feet touching them directly

This has been edited. I realized that Ravenna just woke up from a 30 year torpor and the great war was 27 years ago so she does not actually know yet that the Blades are dissolved lol.

Meeting Kaidan

 Ravenna was expecting the abandoned tower to be empty when she walked in. Instead, as she leans her tired, sun-heated form against the cool stone of the inside, she catches a whiff of all the smells that shouldn’t be there. Armor oil, fire, food, magicka, and various human smells blend in with the damp, moldy smell inside the tower. She hears distant footsteps, ascending one staircase, then another, until those armored feet stand right across from her. The Thalmor soldier gazes disdainfully at her. Ravenna stares back, deadpan. She uses her vampiric hypnosis right as he attempts to draw on her. “Be a dear,” she says as she pushes off the wall and starts deeper into the prison, “and answer a few questions for me?” The Thalmor soldier, pacified for the moment, follows behind her with a scowl. “Yes,” he answers, but his voice is strained as he tries and fails to resist her vampiric charm. “You’ve no men posted outside, you drew on me as soon as I entered without a second thought once you realized I wasn’t one of yours. You’re doing something here that you’re not meant to be doing, aren’t you? What is it?” Gritting his teeth, the Thalmor answers through tightly pursed lips. “We’re interrogating a prisoner-“ “What kind of prisoner do you have that you can’t interrogate on-record?” She presses as they descend lower into the prison. “We think he knows something about the Blades,” the Thalmor answers after a long stretch of holding his breath, spitting out the words like vomit. Ravenna knows of the Blades; dragonslayers of old, back when there still were dragons. Last she recalls, they were working with the Empire while they waited for the next Dragonborn to resurface. “You’re telling me you’ve imprisoned some presumably innocent individual because you’re scared of the Blades? Since when do they even have anything to do with you? And you’ve been torturing him too, I take it? Is that why the stench of blood is getting so strong down here?” “Yes.” “I think that’s all I wanted to ask, thank you for cooperating,” she says, turning to him. Just as the seduction begins to wear off, Ravenna grabs him, wrenching him down to her height and burying her fangs in his throat, drinking the soldier dry. She takes a moment to wipe her mouth off on a handkerchief before she moves on, exploring further inside. The deeper in she gets, the more the smells of blood and terror sweat crowd her senses, until finally she reaches the source. The prison cells. She spots their prisoner right away, and, Shor’s Beard, he looks like hell. “Divines, what’ve they done to you? Hold on-“ she says to him as she searches the table in the middle hallway. She snatches a key from it and hurries over to his cell door, to unlock it. The door clicks open and Ravenna approaches the imprisoned man with no hesitation. “Are you-“ she begins, but he, likewise without hesitation, spits a glob of bloody spit into her face as soon as she is close enough. “When I get out of here, I’ll kill you all myself,” he growls, and the intent is there but the vengefulness is missing from his spirit; he’s already half-dead, and, Ravenna figures, unimaginably terrified. “Calm down,” Ravenna says, evening her tone in the hope of prompting him to settle down, too.  As Ravenna pulls out her handkerchief again and wipes her face clean, the man lifts his head and actually studies her for a moment, squinting and frowning at her through his injuries. “You’re not with the Thalmor, are you?” He asks her after a long pause. Ravenna picks spit out of her eyelashes. “No, I’m not. I was just passing through and needed somewhere to rest a few hours. My name is Ravenna Rosewood,” she introduces, putting away the handkerchief, “Who are you?” “Kaidan,” he replies slowly, “My name is Kaidan.” “Well Kaidan, I think it’s about time you were discharged, don’t you agree?” She asks him, already reaching over him to unlock his stockade, having to stand on her toes even in heels to reach. Kaidan hears the tiny gasp she lets out when she sees the gore on his back, where he is injured the most heavily. As he stands back up, the tiny Imperial grips him by one of his elbows, as if to steady him, even though he is most definitely several feet taller than she. “Hold still,” she insists, “I know a bit of healing magic.” And he does; Kaidan stands still as she flattens her softly glowing palms against his sternum, letting her work as he feels his flesh knitting itself back together.

Okay homies. The Viggo post is still being workshopped, he's a complex and important character and I'm gonna keep rewriting that section until I feel like I've done him justice.

I like firbolgs. I like tieflings. Here's Malice, he's a firbolg tiefling. He joined a thieves guild by accident and still doesn't really know that all of his friends go out and steal stuff when they leave their secret clubhouse. All he knows is that he's there to help when they sometimes come home injured and he loves it when they bring him back fancy colored yarn for knitting and crochet. Still figuring out his outfit but it is crucial that he wears a red crocheted shawl over his other clothing.

New D&D character, Laverne is a necromancer/bard multiclass firgbolg ballerina, neutral evil