#Carlotta Skyrim

[thescrolls-haveforetold]

ye

[vidvana]

Carlotta/Ysolda ship needed some proper illustration.

_________

I'm here to defend the rare ships :3

And yes, I do ship named bosses.

Bethesda needs to release tes6 because we've now reached the stage of Skyrims life where such ships as Carlotta/Ysolda and Enthir/Urag are being made. Soon we'll start shipping named bandit bosses. Todd please save us from this madness, I don't think I can stay sane if they begin shipping the Dragon Priests.

[umbracirrus]

I have a question which I want to ask, purely out of curiosity - what are people's favourite in-game books in Skyrim? Whether it's a journal with a single entry, or one which starts one of your favourite quests, or simply makes you feel something - what are they?

Personally, I quite like the shadowmarks book - it's one of the few which I'll sometimes go out of the way to carry around with me during playthroughs, and has come in use on occasion when I've spotted the shadowmarks about!

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Farkas: They're all so cute, but I don't know if I can take one away from its mother and siblings.

Carlotta Valentia, selling pumpkins: Okay.

[lillxart]

We need to bully Mikael more.

[skyrim-said-that]

Mikael: she’s the girl of my dreams!

Jon Battle-Born: you say every girl is the girl of your dreams

Mikael: I have many dreams!

[pixelpaladin24]

Me, clicking through all the dialogues just to give Tally a fresh apple? More likely than you'd think. 🥰

[kagedbird]

TESSDE AU (+ Lucia :]) (Lucien part 2)

Lucien: *nervously holding Lucia's hand while out shopping, going over the list in his other hand* Hmm... what do you think, Lucia? Should we gather some food first, or some general supplies?

Lucia: *feels a little bad for not appreciating her new papa very much and making him feel sad, holding onto his hand and keeping close to his side* Um... food?

Lucien: All right! Shall we go see Carlotta then?

Lucia: *nods and follows after him dutifully*

Carolotta: *smiles brightly at the sight of them* Hello you two! Come for some shopping?

Lucien: Ah, yes, hello! Allora has a list specifically for this- would you mind seeing what you have in stock? *passes over the journal*

Carlotta: *chuckles and takes it, looking it over* My, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were Lucia's birth father.

Lucien: *flushes brightly, squeaky voice* Pardon?

Carlotta: *smiles, looking down at Lucia clinging to her father* You two look so similar! And Allora as well. It's very cute!

Lucia and Lucien: *look at each other*

Carlotta: And your names being so close as well! It's like it was meant to be. *laughs* I'll get these supplies in a basket for you, one moment!

Lucien: *nervously glancing at Lucia*

Lucia: *staring up at Lucien, before smiling* Hehe. I do look like you, papa.

Lucien: *pleasantly surprised, smiling down at her* Well... yes! I do see the similarities. And our names being so close is quite interesting.

Lucia: *nodding assuredly* Papa was meant to be my papa.

Lucien: *heart melting, tearing up* Oh... that's so sweet!

Lucia: Can papa teach me stuff while we're out here? *falters for a moment, not wanting to be caught having listened in on Allora and his conversation* M-Mama said you were... good at it...

Lucien: *too elated to even think about it* But of course! What is it you were wanting to learn about? There's plenty of things to teach you- oh, but Allora did say to not overwhelm you. How about we start with some basics? Since we're out shopping, I'll teach you about commerce!

Carlotta: *shaking her head, watching Lucia gain a slightly strained expression as Lucien rambles off information about economics* He's got a lot to learn... but his heart is in the right place.

~Hours later~

Lucia: *absolutely dead on her feet, walks over and clings to Allora's leg in the kitchen*

Allora: *picks her up easily, kissing her head* Hey pumpkin, have a good day?

Lucia: *buries her face into Allora's neck and huffs a sigh*

Lucien: *worriedly watching from the doorway*

Allora: *notices but doesn't look at him* Long day? Wanna talk about it?

Lucia: I can't understand Lucien-papa... I'm sorry mama... I'm really trying, but...

Allora: Shh, hey, it's okay. You two don't need to be the best of friends. Lucien-papa isn't well experienced with kids, you know? He's learning and you're his first experience. It's kinda scary!

Lucia: *wrinkles her nose* I'm not scary...

Allora: *chuckles and shakes her head, swaying Lucia carefully* No sweetheart, you're my little ray of sunshine. What's scary is that it's a lot of work to take care of a kid. You suddenly have to think of everything, all the time, to make sure they're happy and safe and healthy. That they're learning about the world in a safe environment. It's a lot, but to no fault of your own. Okay? *kisses Lucia's temple* You're doing great by giving him a chance. He really does care about you. He's pretty scared about messing it up.

Lucia: *thinks about him looking nervous all the time* ...Oh... I understand.

Allora: Yeah?

Lucia: Mhm. Thanks mama. You're the best.

Allora: *smiles at Lucien, giving Lucia a squeeze* Happy to help, love.

Lucien: *flustered, shyly leaves the doorway as quietly as he can*

[orangeisthecolorofblood]

can u marry that one bard that carlotta askes you to beat up? i think it would be funny if she’s like “ah this dude just won’t leave me alone!” and then u beat him up and marry him about it

[thescrolls-haveforetold]

the triplets, Lucell, Naerra and Daena. The necromancer, the assassin and the thief.

Lucell studies with a lich in hiding

Naerra wants to go home

Daena wants to provide for her wife and stepdaughter

[da3drat]

Hello! 14, 16, and 22 for Meri! I'm very curious about her :)

I thought I posted this the day you sent it but APPARENTLY it’s been sitting in drafts jail😭😭😭😭😭 tysm for the ask😭😭

14. Any motifs or symbolism for this character? Flowers, animals, etc.

I def associate her with hares. She’s got that prey animal hypervigilance goin on.

16. Languages! How many do they speak? Are they literate?

She speaks Tamriellic and a decent amount of Dunmeri that she picked up upon arriving in Morrowind. She is a proficient reader in Tamriellic and average in Dunmeri (in its own script and in Daedric, but she reads Daedric worse lol which is inconvenient because it’s literally everywhere.)

Meri has a limited working vocab regarding alchemy in all the common languages. She knows the names of her favorite herbs in every language, how to translate recipes across languages/regional measurement scales, and she can have basic conversations about ingredients new to her and their properties. (All products of spending a lifetime pouring over every alchemy guide and encyclopedia she could get her hands on, language irrelevant) Her pronunciation, however, leaves something to be desired.

22. Ignoring time, what Elder Scrolls NPC would they get along with the most? Or the worst?

THIS IS HARDDDDD OMG. I feel like I want to pick from Skyrim because all the Oblivion&Morrowimd characters are too easy being in the same era djekks.

I’m gonna say Carlotta Valentia. Meri has also been a single mother who puts her daughter before anything else and they would bond over that. She would feel extremely protective of her and Mila.

Questions here

[umbracirrus]

WIP Wednesday 💛

Wednesday again already... And happy new year to everyone <3

Here's a snippet from the next chapter of The Perfect Storm, which I'm hoping to get out over the coming days, hopefully before I return to work next week!

Tagged by @hircines-hunter and @skyrim-forever! Thank you! Now... One of my new year's resolutions is to try and stop overthinking things (as much), and one of the things I always seem to overthink is tagging people back in these WIP posts. So I'm going to tag quite a few lovely people who I have interacted with recently! No obligations to post anything of course, but know that I'm smooching and hugging you all <3 Tagging @thequeenofthewinter, @oblivions-dawn, @illumiera, @pocket-vvardvark, @bougainvillea-and-saltwater, @moriche, and I've no doubt forgotten people, so I'm tagging anyone else who wants to share a WIP!

------

Just as he would sometimes find himself doing on his throne in Dragonsreach, he found himself beginning to watch the people in the inn as he made his way through his drink. Mikael, as usual, was playing music on a flute, though appeared to have fierce competition in Jon Battle-Born who happened to have a drum with him. Carlotta Valentia and her daughter appeared to be having a meal together. And Sinmir… Divines, Sinmir. He was loudly complaining about the guards of the city and casting him brief glances as he did so – just as he would do on the occasions he would visit Dragonsreach. He didn’t know what sort of issue he had with Caius, but the complaints had only started happening once Caius became captain of the guard… it didn’t take much to guess that there was something going on between the two of them.

Thankfully, his attention was drawn away from all of that when a shadow began to loom over the table he was sat at.

A throat cleared to his side, and Balgruuf almost chuckled at the predictability of his housecarl as she glared down at him. “I am not a child who needs escorting or watching at all times,” he stated, leaning back in his seat and folding his arms over, finger lightly tapping at the rim of the bottle he was holding.

“No, you are a Jarl who has had numerous threats against his life over recent months, and needs to start damn well acting like it and allowing me to do my job!”

His brow creased as he glanced at her, before moments later, Saadia approached the table with the two drinks he had ordered earlier. He thanked her, before gesturing for Irileth to sit. “I am also not an idiot, going somewhere that my housecarl couldn’t anticipate, but nor would I dare to disturb your time with my brother when you both seem so happy together. Now sit yourself down and rest for a moment, I knew that you would be arriving so already ordered you a drink.”

The scowl across Irileth’s face was quick to shift to eyes blown wide with surprise, before she quietly huffed and sat down. She reached out for the bottle closest to her, wrapped her hand around its neck, and after a moment of staring at it, she brought it to her lips. Once she placed it back down on the table, she let out a sigh. “And since when did you know?”

“I’ve had an inkling for a while. And as I am sure that you know, Hrongar isn’t exactly the best at subtlety.”

A quiet snort escaped her. “Well, you’re not wrong there.” Irileth seemed to start relaxing at that point, her shoulders not as square as they had been previously, and there being a slight recline in her posture. “He said that he would be along soon enough. I take it that the other drink is for him?”

“Aye.”

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Arcadia: Do you have any gourds?

Carlotta Valentia: Yes, right here.

Arcadia: How much?

Carlotta: Four septims a pound.

Arcadia: It's usually two septims.

Carlotta: Yes, in the summer.

Arcadia: *pauses* *grabs two gourds*

Arcadia: I'll put it in a soup.

Carlotta: Oh nice, what kind are you making?

Arcadia: You will not fantasize about my soup.

[cruisingheightswithdragons]

skyrim prompts: 25 for the oc of your choice :]

25. Tracking animals on the plains of Whiterun

They shrunk into the amber grass, forcing their pale, thick furred tail to lay still, resisting the urge to swish it side to side. Dark brown tufted ears perked, listening for any signs of trouble, should there come any. The white diamonds that marked their ears glowed from the sunlight. Hunger knawed at their belly. Dah’ni hadn’t eaten all day, having forgotten to stock up from Carlotta’s food stall in the Whiterun market before heading out, and the sight of a plump deer was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Despite wearing armor of the Dark Brotherhood to aid in their sneaking, Dah’ni was careful in their muffled steps. Creeping closer, their whiskers brushing against a breeze told them that they were downwind. The khajiit stalked their prey, which grazed on the tall grass, unaware of its pursuer.

Dah’ni reached for their bow, and as soon as they had a firm grip on it, they vanished. It was a lucky find, this bow that could turn its wielder invisible. Taking a dwarven arrow from its quiver, the golden head vanished alongside Dah’ni as they drew back their bow.

With a held breath, Dah’ni loosed the arrow. It struck into the flank of the deer, startling it. It bellowed out a painful cry before turning tail and sprinting off.

Putting their bow away, Dah’ni reappeared before giving chase. The stag stumbled as its hooves crashed into a rock face, and it slipped onto its side, driving the arrow deeper into its flesh. With their prey downed, Dah’ni quickly ran up to it, giving it a quick death with a slice of its throat using an ebony dagger.

Before the khajiit had time to rapture in their spoils, low rumbling sounded from just behind a lone hill. Tail bristling, Dah’ni whipped around as three wolves erupted from the underbrush. They hissed and drew themself tall, intent on defending their kill.

If Dah’ni took out their bow, them disappearing would bait the wolves to their kill, which the cat did not want. However, if they drew out their ebony war axe, it would be a close quarters fight with wild animals that could carry all sorts of diseases, and Dah’ni had no potions to spare. Drawing back their lips into a snarl, they hit upon a better idea.

Dah’ni took in a breath, their mind full of concentration. Time seemed to slow as they let their dragon blood flow through them. “Fus… Ro Dah!” A thundering yowl burst from their mouth, a buffeting wind sent two wolves flying.

Dah’ni blinked. Where had the third gone? They gripped their bow tightly, vanishing in case the wolf decided to leap out and clamp its jaws around them. “Laas… Yah..!” Looking around, Dah’ni found a glowing red aura in the shape of a quadruped as it tugged at the felled deer. Drawing their bow, Dah’ni quickly took it out with one shot.

As they approached the deer and now dead wolf, they could smell rockjoint in the beast’s saliva. As well, a mangled bite mark told Dah’ni that the wolf had managed to get a blow in on the deer. It wasn’t worth the risk carving up the meat now, and the khajiit hissed in annoyance.

Stomach growling, Dah’ni looked to the sky, seeing the sun sinking over the orange horizon. Twitching their tail as hunger gripped their thoughts, they wondered if they could make it back to Whiterun in time to ask Hulda at The Bannered Mare for some venison stew.

[sylvienerevarine]

Who Did That Quest? (Sylvieverse Skyrim edition)

I was having fun figuring out which of my OCs did various Skyrim quests and wanted to share my findings with you.

Azura's Quest: Olaf the Janitor Mage, as the shrine was convenient to his workplace.

Clavicus Vile's Quest: Lydia and Mjoll, when Sophrine was on her honeymoon and they were bored.

Missing in Action: Amaal and her pal Ria rescue good old Thorald from the Thalmor.

Carlotta and Mikael: Soph did this one, and Mikael was so pissed he hired the Dark Brotherhood to get revenge.

Finding Neloth’s New Steward: This one was Great-Uncle Rirns Llervu, who was trying to turn his town-drunk reputation around.

Peryite's Quest: Muireen, and she deeply regretted it.

The Bards' College Quests: Malarkh gra-Dushnikh, a character I have not yet introduced to you all.