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#ch: dorian
s0ftpining · 1 year
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tfw your crush sings you a song via sending stone ♡ / shop
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hoiist · 10 months
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A night at the Opera
patterns by @spindlewit, Syril is @wabart
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jonathanspaprika · 1 year
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i am drowning in emails but jonathan harker takes precedence i’m sorry
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juniemoe · 1 year
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i am the ideal spy. charming, clever, perfect teeth and hair. it all fits. how about this? let me help, and you can hang me later, if you wish. i look good in rope.
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Could you describe each route with the ROs in 3 words?
ooo good question !!
Nita: aloof, patient, accepting
Dorian/Delilah: protective, frustrating, atone
Kiello/Keta: intense, needy, ambivalent
Samu/Selena: hesitant, devoted, tortured
And according to D and K, Definitely Worth It
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xradiant · 3 months
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"What's that down there?" - @inprometheanfire
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eulcgizeme · 6 months
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OPEN TO: any f muse 25 + ! STATUS: NO LONGER ACCEPTING NEW REPLIES MUSE: dorian sykes, covenless warlock. twenty-nine. dylan o'brien fc. PLOT: dorian's coven exiled him before falling to ruin after he tried to warn them. he's trying to protect himself from a curse placed upon the coven he isn't sure he was spared of. unlike witches, warlocks require higher stakes to do magic. he needs this witch more than she needs him. they get together to do a spell but dorian's magic isn't pulling its weight, so he needs some extreme measures.
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It had always been more complex for his kind, the stakes always higher. The contact needed to be far more precise and the surrender a kind of submission that came with an ache. Pain seemed to be the only thing that reminded anyone they were human, and it challenged a warlock to put their faith in something more if they truly wanted to defy it. The spell had been attempted three times with crimson staining the carpet as proof. A soft grunt of frustration was buried into the collar of his sweater as Dorian pulled it over his head. The remnants of his coven were pierced into his skin. It had been the only way to save them and their essence, and they were memorialized and saved in inked memory. Yet, the tattoos were split open at every attempt to use what little magic was left from their demise when he needed it the most. "It'll be quick," Dorian assured her, pressing the blade into the black sand of the circle they sat within before pressing it to his side. "It's never as easy for me as it is for you. Man was made to destroy the earth, so we need to sacrifice ourselves if we want to submit to it."
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trthfck · 11 hours
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thinking huge thoughts about how dorian is the antagonist of the media story that's put together. it simultaneously paints frankie as this underdog who has started with nothing but the funds needed to prepare themself for their destiny and dorian is the foreigner high-class self-righteous nepotism baby who has taken over his sister's legacy. the media forgets that dorian is only in the racing because it's the only way he can feel close to prue again. he only races and is a risky, nasty racer because it's the only way he's able to chase the high of being close to his favorite person in the world again.
that is not, of course, to discount frankie's story that the media portrays, and dorian even comments several times on how he views them and their story, going so far as to correct reporters on frankie's name and pronouns when he is asked about them. there is a strange respect that is evident in everything dorian does, and while he is annoyed that frankie is too stubborn to care that he doesn't want help, he cares about how frankie is portrayed because he is so adamant to stick to the narrative that the media has given him.
it is so easy to make dorian into something he's not because he lets them. he hopes to weaponize how he has been villainized by the media and use it as a defense mechanism: he waits for people to comment on him, because regardless of whether or not he is liked, he pushes out results. he wins, almost every time. when he doesn't win, frankie wins. people hate him, and still he wins. he doesn't care if he wins for himself; he cares because if he doesn't, prue doesn't. he has to maintain her legacy, because if he doesn't, no one will.
frankie, in my opinion, is the only one to ever see that dorian is chasing a ghost; that he refuses to beat her times, her records, et cetera, while maintaining the level of excellence that he believes prue had. frankie represents everything prue stood for, and it scares dorian, because if there's someone out there who best upholds her legacy, what is he other than the villain in their narrative?
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doriansdismay · 1 year
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“He is all my art to me now.” SEDATE ME.
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feathersontheclyde · 7 months
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@chrissyfied
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em0hamlet · 1 year
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Is chapter 11 of "The Portrait of Dorian Gray" real??? Like ,,,,, have you all read the non-stop description of random shit or is it just me??
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caracarnn · 2 months
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[ BEHIND ] : unexpectedly, sender arrives close to receiver from behind, taking them by surprise. ~ Dorian
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He was standing on one of the balconies, watching the world before him unfurl into night. He wondered what would happen to the world now that this Corypheus had been killed by the Herald. The Inquisition existed still, did it not? Otherwise what state would the world, Orlais included, be left in? There were emissaries currently on his lands and he was perhaps glad for it seeing as his estates hadn't run right in quite sometime, even before he had been raised to the station of lord in these parts of Orlais. His thoughts trailed off when he felt something at his back. Someone? Someone he knew?
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Startled, he turned around to face the man that was there before him. Dorian Pavus. Of course, he knew about him. By the Maker, he had thought that someone had come to stick something in him for being not quite up to par with Orlesian politics. He offered a bow of his head. "Is there something that you needed?" He questioned with a light furrow of his brows and a warm smile. "I hope that your stay has been...well?" He had heard plenty about the man, the Mage, before him and he couldn't help the intrigue that rushed through him. He was someone that he'd like to know more about, if he was being honest.
@fantasy-driven - meme
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hoiist · 1 year
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afternoon sitting time (with help from @wabart)
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mewtatedbunnies · 9 months
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Elliott in ch.9: “I will work on my impulsivity”
Dorian, ch. 12:
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unsettlingcreature · 1 year
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outfits for my three eso characters when they're not out adventuring ^^ info beneath the cut because I love to ramble
Paddles-Upstream
Non-binary argonian, they/them pronouns
Currently working with House Ravenwatch in High Rock
Templar, primarily using Sword and Shield. Tank.
Most people (humans & elves usually) at first assume that they're just very short for an argonian, hearing the raspy voice and seeing their skills in combat. However, anyone who's familiar with argonians realises that they're actually only a teenager. They recently turned 17.
Their family lived on Bleakrock Isle, mostly as fishermen but also helping recover lost cargo from shipwrecks. Paddles trained with their older brother and they both intended to join the Ebonheart Pact's forces when they got older. When the island was attacked by the Daggerfall Covenant, the family were separated and Paddles-Upstream was forced to fight for their survival.
Incredibly optimistic and loyal, but also merciless when it comes to a fight. Although they want to save people, they also know that many people cannot be trusted (and redemption is far more complicated and lengthy than just putting someone down.)
Khaahni the Fleet-footed
Female khajiit, specifically a pahmar-raht (and tall for one too)
Recently left Auridon for Grahtwood with Sha-briri.
Warden, switching between Sword and Shield and a Restoration staff. Healer.
Used to work as a healer in Mistral and was called to help heal the sailors caught up in the maomer attack. She and Sha-briri were quickly recruited by Razum'dar - Khaahni only agreed to join in the first place so she could try and get closer to him (infatuation can be a powerful thing).
Owns the Warm Sands Tavern (and its adjoining guild), mainly taking on mercenary work outside of her duties as an Eye of the Queen. Somewhat, the tavern works as an information brokerage but is mainly for its patrons to relax.
Very passionate, when there's something to do then she puts her whole self into it (and sprints right at it, earning her epithet). It does mean she often has to drag Sha-briri away from things that catch his curiosity so they can stay on track though.
Dorian Renault
Male breton (with an altmer parent, leading to his more elven appearance).
Constantly moving between the Summerset Isles, Artaeum and Western Skyrim.
Necromancer... technically. is incredibly secretive about it and mainly roams around in hunting leathers and uses a bow. Only really wears his mage robes when he's at the tavern or on Artaeum, he thinks it marks him as a target.
Used to be a teacher at the Mages' Guild on Auridon, a job he got thanks to his (altmer) grandparents' influence. He quit in order to pursue his interest in relics and researching ayleid ruins. In the process, he got recruited into the Psijic Order (leading him to discover Mannimarco's research on necromancy).
He relies on stealth and his silver tongue to get through danger. He will easily lie or put on an act if it furthers his goals. He has no real desire to hurt or screw people over, he mostly just wants to pursue his own research and curiosities without disturbance.
Has a soft spot for younger people or those with a desire to learn. Literally he will cave so fast. Paddles-Upstream unintentionally has him wrapped around their finger.
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ooh here's a classic one:
which ros would choose the world and which would choose the mc?
ooo hii nd tysm for the question !!
pt. 1 Nita + Dorian/Delilah
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How could they choose? How could they ever choose?
On one hand, there was the right choice - a planet, life, the future. But on the other hand, there was their MC, the one person who had managed to capture Nita's heart and soul. Their love being more than just a mere feeling of affection, and care. It was a deep-seated sense of awe, devotion, and an unrelenting desire to please and see them smile.
Nita knew what the logical answer was, the one they already knew they'd make. They hated themselves for being so predictable. They tried to argue with themselves, with hate, and desperation. Would it really be so wrong to choose the one they loved? Was it so bad to put themselves first, just this once?
Of course, in the end, they couldn't help but say "I choose the world." It was a choice that they'd always make, as well as always regret. One that would haunt them for the rest of their life. They tried, to the point of begging, to give the wrong answer: to be selfish and evil for once, yet they failed in their attempts to choose differently.
Nita's heart would forever ache with the knowledge that they had betrayed their love, and the pain would be a constant wound that they would never allow to heal.
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Without hesitation, the answer was crystal clear to D. Their eyes sparked with amusement as they pretended to ponder the foolish question that had been presented to them. "The world or my beloved?" they repeated, loudly chuckling.
"Why bother asking? You might as well destroy the world," they added, their voice oozing with confidence as they attempted to hide the rapidly growing turmoil inside them. "Why should the world's wants and needs take precedence over mine or MC's?" they scoffed, their composure starting to falter.
But as they uttered those words, their mind raced with conflicting thoughts and emotions; deep down, they knew it wasn't that simple. They grimaced, could they really be able to live with any more guilt? And would MC even want to be with someone who made such a selfish choice? 
And suddenly, they remembered why the answer had come to them so clearly: they knew that they would take all the guilt in the world if it meant having MC by their side. Their decision would haunt them for the rest of their life, but they would do it all over again.
So they repeated one last time, their voice low and dull. "I choose MC, obviously. Let the world burn for all I care, yeah."
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