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daedracore · 4 months
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you ever see a bitch so beautiful
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daedracore · 4 months
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wasn't expecting that ending for sam i'm thinking thoughts right now
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daedracore · 6 months
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she do be hot tho
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daedracore · 6 months
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daedracore · 7 months
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— CP2077 Character Affiliations PNG/PSD
Available in a transparent, clean .png version for non-Photoshop users, and as highly customizable .psd file. Includes an example for inspiration and a read me .txt with instructions and tips.
Inspired by @doctorpasta's template made for Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous. Thank you @pinkydude as always for the extremely helpful extracts. ❤
[ DOWNLOAD HERE ]
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daedracore · 7 months
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Character Development Questions: Hard Mode
Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?
What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?
What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?
Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?
On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?
Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?
Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?
Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?
Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?
Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?
In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?
In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?
Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?
Does your character remember names or faces easier?
Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?
Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?
What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?
Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?
What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?
In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?
If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?
What does your character like in other people?
What does your character dislike in other people?
How quick is your character to trust someone else?
How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?
How does your character behave around children?
How does your character normally deal with confrontation?
How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?
What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?
What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?
Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.
Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.
In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?
Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?
How does your character behave around people they like?
How does your character behave around people they dislike?
Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?
Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?
Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?
How does your character treat people in service jobs?
Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?
Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?
Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?
How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?
What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?
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daedracore · 10 months
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daedracore · 11 months
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the flat chest mod & the clothing refits for it are everything i wanted
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daedracore · 11 months
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sometimes a family is a dude, the cyberghost in his head, an iguana and a cat
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daedracore · 1 year
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neon
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daedracore · 1 year
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choosing and editing a custom theme is so much work why
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daedracore · 1 year
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Asteria’s Thoughts on Manerion aka: Why One Bosmer Ended Up Adopting an Altmer as Her Uncle for @vinterskald
Asteria wasn’t quite sure if she would ever get used to the feeling of rough stone beneath her feet and all around her. Perched upon a rooftop in Abah’s Landing, she was hit with another longing for the thick foliage of her home.
Still, she was able to move just as silently in the stone cities as she could back in Valenwood, which she used to her advantage. Her mark was below her, in the small space that made up the city’s attempt at a market. 
Honestly, she thinks, we’ve been friends for how long, and he still doesn’t know to look up.
It was her duty to remind him, then.
Unfortunately, Manerion liked to take a long, long time browsing to fill his pack up with more things than he could ever carry. Tonight, it seemed as if he was browsing for ingredients. For food, or for tea? she muses.
Manerion loved tea, and was great at making all sorts of different ones. She remembered, early on in their friendship, him brewing a cup and placing it in front of her. The warmth and the smell from the cup was so soothing, but when Asteria looked down at the liquid, all she could think of were the leaves he added to make it, and she couldn’t bring herself to drink. She looked up at him with an apology on her lips, but he was already softly smiling at her in understanding.
That’s when she knew she was truly safe with him, and not just in battle.
Her mark moved, and was finally making his way down an alley, away from the lit areas. Asteria followed, hidden in the shadows above, balancing on the edges of the rooftop, leaping across to another. She kept low, moving quietly but quickly to catch up, until she was close enough to feel comfortable jumping down.
Asteria landed behind him with the grace of a Senche-Panther stalking its prey, taking the few steps between them to lean forward and reach for his coinpurse; after all, you can’t become friends with a thief and not expect them to pull pranks on you. She was stretching forward, her fingers brushing its edges, when things went completely sideways.
Manerion - one of the strongest mages she knew and absolutely fearsome on the battlefield - was also a total klutz. She forgot to keep that in mind, so when he tripped over something (which was probably air, honestly), and landed on his hands, Asteria ended up unbalanced, reaching too far, and fell flat on her face.
Oh, her reputation was destroyed.
Making a startled noise, Manerion got up and turned around, but the moment he noticed her he started laughing. Asteria’s pride was so wounded she couldn’t even look up for a moment. Still, inhaling dirt wasn’t exactly helping, so she rolled over on her back, mock glaring at the altmer.
Still chuckling, he raised his hands up as if to apologize for bringing on her pretended anger. Then he walked to her side and put a hand out to help her up. She kept the frown on her face for a moment longer, before giggling and accepting the help.
“Aren’t you supposed to be a master thief?” he teased, brushing some of the dirt off her shoulders and arms. 
She knocked his hands away. “Aren’t you supposed to be some sort of ancient Altmeri royalty? And yet you can’t even walk without falling over.”
Manerion gave her an offended look. “No! My ancestry can simply be traced back to lords of the Ayleid city Anutwyll. That’s not even remotely the same thing.”
“If you say so.” Waving a hand, she started guiding them through the city. “So, what adventures are we supposed to be going on this time?”
This, of course, prompted him to begin telling her about some new and fascinating thing he discovered with Verandis. (“You remember him, right, Asteria?” Like she could forget all the times he practically swooned talking to him or even about him.)
Most of it went over her head, aside from the fact it meant their mission was delving into a decrepit place again. Still, she listened, climbing on random crates or walking on fences to help the constant restlessness underneath her skin. 
It kept her a bit aways from him, and an altmer in fancy robes was sure to draw the eye of many in Abah’s Landing. Manerion was still talking animatedly, waving his hands in the air as he did so, and remaining completely oblivious still to those with twitchy fingers. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a human crouching just before the gates leading out of the city, clearly evaluating Manerion as a potential - and actual, unlike her - mark.
She stepped down from the small fence she was balancing on and moved closer to him, putting her hands on her hips, close to her daggers, and glaring at the thief. She figured he must have been one of the newer recruits, if he was being so obvious and yet taking a moment before recognizing her. She watched as his eyes moved from her unspoken threat to her face, and when he paled and moved away, she knew he got the message: Asteria Arae was a high ranking thieves guild member, and you should not go after those under her protection.
Lowering her hands, she looks back to Manerion, who remained as oblivious as ever. He was still going on about ancient histories and new discoveries, seemingly glowing with his unadulterated happiness and excitement.
Asteria watched him, her heart feeling warm from the fondness she had for him, a smile on her face. Manerion was a genius, one of the few who could actually speak Ayleidoon and translate ancient texts in it, and had an absolutely brilliant gift in magic, being inducted into the illusive Psijic Order. He had the purest of hearts too, going out of his way to comfort those affected by this campaign of Molag Bal’s, brewing tea and wrapping them in blankets. In battle, he was both a fierce fighter, but also the greatest healer one could have around.
And yet, Asteria thinks to herself, feeling her love for him wrapping around her being, even if he doesn’t know it, he still needs protecting.
Manerion was one of Asteria’s people now, and she was always going to fight for him and beside him. Nothing, not even the Daedric Prince of Domination, was going to separate her from her family.
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daedracore · 1 year
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asteria w her bosmer squad  (in two photos bc none of the 20 i took with all three of us worked smh)
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daedracore · 1 year
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My boy Meirion and @sapphicpendragon‘s Asteria taking a small break during their adventures 💖
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daedracore · 1 year
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Asteria and Manerion on the Golden Coast
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daedracore · 1 year
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anyways y'all.... i've been replaying skyrim again. by which i mean i've actually just developed a very unhealthy addiction to nexusmods
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daedracore · 1 year
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