#TES RP

[skyrim-crossing]

Hey everyone!

I wrote a prompt for a TES RP between me and my boyfriend @moffkyng , but decided to post it to AO3 as well as a drabble.

Tagging mutuals again because ya'll seemed so enthusastic of my writing before. Thank you 😭🩵

@bougainvillea-and-saltwater @hircines-hunter @pocket-vvardvark @lady-iizsil @hadvarandralof @lucius-the-sinful @sulphuricgrin @buonsai @aviel-the-trans-bucket @eldritch-bastard @skyrim-forever @salemelas @dirty-bosmer

"Obsidian Dovahkiin was a household name. Everyone had heard of the Dunmer giantess who had slain Alduin and continued to protect their frozen lands. Obsidian contemplates on the meaning of life, and ponders what adventures are left for someone like her. Is her time drawing to an end? Is she being kept around for a higher purpose?"

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[tidesfate]

 "IT IS WISE TO HEED THE WORDS OF THE EYE. THE EYE KNOWS. EYE KNOWS”

IND. SEL. PRIV HERMAEUS MORA OF THE ELDER SCROLLS BUILT ON ORIGINAL CONCEPTS MIXED WITH CANON. MULTIVERSE WRITTEN BY JACKALOPE

[heartpunished]

               A DETAILED STUDY IN: The horrors of a long and painful transformation, the anguish of losing yourself to something you cannot control and don't understand, the anticipatory grief from your loved ones, being forced to become a monster and what to do when you're a monster no more.

                                          BEWARE THE BEAST BUT ENJOY THE FEAST HE OFFERS.

                                                                                                                             ( psd cred. )

[runsincircles]

there's something about the dementia side of the shivering isles, just after it has rained all night and the sun has come up, only to barely peek through the clouds and the fog... it really is such a special place. i can still feel the cold ground beneath my bare feet, still hear runs-in-circles making those damned car/animal/acceleration noises, too. dare i pass over the hill of suicides, or shall i climb inro a tar shroom to the top, just to float down again? alas, alas.... i must find SOME way to distract myself from my shared form. entity of the so-called "real" world is being thrown down the stairs, and i am just sitting here like a bad dream, surrounded by near morbid beauty. glory to the madgod.

[obsidian-dovahkiin]

Hearthside Heroes (Closed TES RP)

It was a frigid and lonely night. The icy winds blew harshly, leaving the cobbled streets empty. It was the kind of cold that would reach into people's bones, where each step becomes a prayer for a torchlit doorway. They almost feel the warmth of the fire inside in their daydreams. Letting that feeling become legitimate in their mind, rather than the freezing reality as they dismally trudge forward. Not even the animals seemed to stir from their homes, equally aware of the unappealing winds outside. A cold night usually gives people a reason to draw closer to one another, to feel the natural warmth mortals are born to give. Sitting comfortably, cosy in front of a fire. Perhaps with a warm drink, to warm them from the inside. Obsidian was not amongst them.

Though she hailed from the sun-scorched Ashlands of Vvardenfell, the biting chill of Skyrim no longer fazed her. The first years spent in this frigid land had been a daunting test, with ice-laden winds gnawing at her skin like a persistent, unwanted companion. Her responsibilities as the Dragonborn left little room for respite, but necessity forged resilience. In her quest to adapt, she learned to endure the numbing embrace of the cold by plunging herself into the invigorating waters of Lake Illinalta. Each frigid dip hardened her spirit and fortified her body against the relentless winter.

This resilience played a pivotal role in her ultimate decision to claim this rugged land as her forever home. Lakeview Manor, nestled conveniently close to the lake, stood in quiet harmony with its surroundings, a refuge against the elements. As she turned her gaze towards the estate, the flickering glow of candlelight leaked from the windows, casting warm, golden hues that danced across the encroaching darkness. Beyond, her garden swayed gently, a colorful tapestry woven from vibrant leaves and delicate petals, rustling softly in the crisp breeze as if whispering secrets to the night.

On the grassy embankment, her leather-bound journal rested open, its pages fluttering gently in the breeze. Beside it sat a bottle of Sparkling Honeydew wine, a thoughtful gift from her adoptive father Vorcano, its shimmering label catching the moonlight. Neatly folded next to the journal and wine were her clothes, each piece carefully arranged as if awaiting her return. The scene was a quiet reflection of her life, a blend of cherished memories and the simplicity of a moment spent in solitude. These moments were becoming increasingly more common. It had been four years since Obsidian had battled with Alduin, putting the World Eater to rest. So many memories, warm and full played through her mind. She would never forget the feeling of arriving in Whiterun for the first time. Never forget the first time she met her future companion Serana. Never forget her celebrated return home after defeating Alduin. Never forget meeting the Unbound Dremora who would go on to be her partner. Never forget when she and Lydia woke up in a haybale after a long night at the Bannered Mare. Never forget how proud she felt to hear Hermaeus Mora name her as his champion. So many memories.

The one on her mind presently was that of her husband Alessandre. The half-giant spectacle that he was. She remembered a time she had business to attend to in Whiterun. While dashing around the city, she noticed Alessandre was surrounded by a group of children sitting at his feet. They were fascinated with the stories he was proclaiming, each bombarding him with questions. Obsidian was uncertain if her husband had even noticed her presence. Though the sight of him in that moment burned into her memory. The thought of children was something that used to annoy Obsidian. She was far too busy to start a family, and there was no way she would raise a child in the war-torn lands of Skyrim. However, she didn't dare to leave her life behind and return to her tribe to have a child. Even if she chose this, what use would it be? Her duty as Dragonborn and Daedrologist would continuously get in her way. Although that memory…. it repeated in her head over and over to the point of near insanity. The way he smiled at them, the way they looked at him. How safe they all felt around a man who should theoretically send them scarpering.

Obsidian sighed, leaning her head back against the grassy bank as she opened her eyes to the stars and the moons, Masser and Secunda. From a young age, she had desired more than the mundane life of an Ashlander. She had accomplished numerous great feats and achieved everything her heart desired. She was a sung hero, an asset to the study of Daedrology and a local hero of the province. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was still more waiting for her out there.

But what?

[likemosaic]

YOU CAN GO HOME, COURIER.

a multi-muse featuring characters from multiple fandoms, including an original, headcanon-heavy courier six from fallout: new vegas. written by randie (all pronouns). other fandoms include: berserk, dragon age, final fantasy xiv, stardew valley, mythology & others.

[eldritchborn]

❝I once saw the face of God. A vast and sudden silence among the noisy heavens. That evening I dreamt I listened to a one sided conversation I should not have overheard. I do not watch the skies anymore. I do not look up.❞ 

IND.SEL.PRIV Multimuse currently featuring Hermaeus Mora of The Elder Scrolls lore. Also containing muses from BG3, Silent Hill, Everhood, and more

[crystal-grotto]

Home - Rules [mobile ver.] - Muses [mobile ver.] - Ask

⊱ See us dream every tale true. ⊰

Indie Multi-Muse Canon/OC Trollhunters RP blog, with a few fandomless mythical creature muses.

7+ years rp experience.

Multiverse/multifandom/crossover friendly.

Paragraph form, icon chat, short response, etc.

OC Friendly.

Can Feature: Historical Fiction, High Fantasy, Horror, Video Games, Comics and more.

⊱ The verse we leave with you will take you home. ⊰

[haresvoid]

❝A design is not a final product. One must simply have the hand, the desire, and the will to change it. The outcome is undetermined- but for better or for worse, only you can see it through.❞ 

IND.SEL.PRIV Multimuse feat. Omeluum from BG3. Also includes muses from Silent Hill, The Elder Scrolls, Everhood, & More.

AS DISCOVERED BY JACKALOPE

[eterniityblooms]

「 𝓭eath, rebirthーit is all a 𝒄𝒚𝒄𝒍𝒆, little mortal. you, like all things, partake in this cycle. 」

an independent, semi-selective multimuse rp/askblog, featuring muses from monster hunter, rain world, horizon zero dawn/forbidden west, the elder scrolls, and more, as written by martin!

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ 〔 rules / muses / about mun 〕

[heartpunished]

               A DETAILED STUDY IN: The horrors of a long and painful transformation, the anguish of losing yourself to something you cannot control and don't understand, the anticipatory grief from your loved ones, being forced to become a monster and what to do when you're a monster no more.

                                          BEWARE THE BEAST BUT ENJOY THE FEAST HE OFFERS.

                                                                                                                             ( psd cred. )

[korbi-the]

Upgraded my roleplay, finally got a tiny notebook to write my experiences in as I play througha a entirely new character in Daggerfall! Honestly wanted to do this for a while now, a warm recommend to everyone who does any form of rp while they play :)

not much in the first entry but more lore up on the next pages 🤩🤩

I understand mods that let you write your own journals, ive did those before, those are anazing too!

[elliscousland]

with this heart of mine that's guilty, not remorseful.

ellis cousland, hero of ferelden. crossover & au friendly with a focus on fantasy. feat verses in bg3, tes, critical role & much more. penned by xan. psd. promo. lyrics.

[wilczmin]

in  order  to  become  a  witcher    ,    you  have  to  be  born  in  the  shadow  of  destiny    ,   and  very  few  are  born  like  that    .    that’s  why  there  are  so  few  of  us    .   we’re  growing  old    ,    dying    ,    without  anyone  to  pass  our  knowledge    ,    our  gifts    ,    on  to    .    we  lack  successors    .    and  this  world  is  full  of  evil  which  waits  for  the  day  none  of  us  are  left    .

 ind.    ,    private   geralt  of  rivia  from the  witcher  franchise    .   books-  &  games-based    .    ▬▬        *  written by  kat    .    she/her , 25+    .    multi-verse/ship  +  oc  friendly    .    est. oct '20    .    re-est may '23    .

[sharp-teeth-and-archived]

— Multi-fandom multi-muse rp blog, semi-selective, multiship, and multiverse. Follows back from the-1890s-runaway. (x)

[deathswcrn]

[ @WOLFSBARBAREN ] the little lost pup of a broken pack.

a study in || FIGHTING AND FIGHTING AND FIGHTING, ‘you can do everything right and still lose; this is not weakness, this is life’, recovering the ability to trust after betrayal, loyalty to a place, justice vs the law, the kind of fury that burns you hollow, oaths almost impossible to keep. 

Breina Rivlin. Setting-agnostic Fantasy OC, currently largely in Baldur's Gate:. Written lovingly by Hrafn (25+). Mature content ahead. Mutuals only, independent.

content warning: alcoholism which cannot be excised from character: do not pass go, do not collect £200, this is not the blog for you.