#Touched by Dibella

[illumiera]

WIP Whenever-on-a-Wednesday

thank you so much to @kiir-do-faal-rahhe, @hircines-hunter, @sulphuricgrin, and @bostoniangirl21 for the tags! 💖

I haven't made much progress in terms of art this week, but I have added a little more to my WIP of chapter nine of i fear no fate, so here's a not-too-spoilery excerpt of Miraak having something of a Long-Overdue Realisation:™️

—he remembers, he remembers, and with a great dragged-in breath, he surfaces from the past as if from the icy water. All this time, he’d thought the one who’d pulled him from the lake had been a god coming to save him. He’d thought—He’d thought it had been Dibella, for who could have been so lovely and so fate-touched besides the Silver Moth herself? His little hand-carved figurine had been crafted with that single impression in mind, that near-drowned boy’s memory of pale waves of hair and smooth hands and a voice as soft as a song. As a man, he’d sculpted it in the almost-sanctuary of his quarters, knowing that with each careful, worshipful knife-stroke he was committing a grave heresy against the dov, and then he’d tucked it away in his breast pocket and kept it close to his heart in his temple, in the heat of battle, in Apocrypha as he forgot the world, in death and in return. And all along, it had been Elentari, deep in dreams of slipping across thousands of years for—him. It seems foolish, in retrospect, that he had ever looked to the gods. Of course it had been her, the one he’d named Kundruniik, qahnaarin, rinisil: Light-bringer, vanquisher, same-soul.

now, I tag @bougainvillea-and-saltwater, @lilarus, @miraakulous-cloud-district, @madam-whim, and you, reader, if there's a piece of art or writing you've been working on that you'd like to share! 🤲

[mothermara]

Dibella would have a wildly expensive mic with amazing sound quality and cute vtuber avatar. Kyne doesn't have an online presence, she's touching grass and maintaining a healthy work-life balance. Talos annoying thinktank youtuber. those are my other gamer tribunal thoughts

[dalishthunder]

61 & 63 for the hundred prompts! Maybe Neb/Dragonborn, or any pairing you feel fit :D

61. "It's not hard to read you when you wear your heart on your sleeve."

63. They felt like their mind was slowly losing itself the more they stayed in the same room as that person.

Pairing: Nebarra/LDB (Gender Neutral Reader) Rating: Mature Words: 679 Notes: takes place after the first one shot I wrote for him where the dragonborn flirts with Aicantar, I know you wanted fluff, but it definitely gets a little raunchy (just lots of verbal jabs)

Nebarra fell into step beside you as you left Calcelmo's makeshift lab area to return to the inn. "So... Aicantar, huh?"

You practically jumped, looking at him with a mixture of horror and annoyance instead of that silly, pleasant smile you usually wore when speaking to someone. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh please, I know you're not the sharpest arrow in the quiver, but playing dumb doesn't suit you, Dragonborn." He sneered, leaning close and putting an arm around your shoulders almost conspiratorially. "You act like you're so clever, smiling with your honeyed words like you're some mysterious, unreadable paragon. But the truth of it is you're really not hard to read when you wear your heart on your sleeve like that."

You shoved him off. "Shut up."

He just snickered. It was so much fun to rile you up... especially when your proverbial akaviri lap dog was still at the inn watching over your little lizard. Nebarra was sure that massive slab of walking meat would take his hand for invading your personal space if he were here, but he wasn't.

So the mer sidled right up to your side, close enough to jostle you. "What happened to my dear old lizard lover? Let me guess... you found out their scales chafe."

"I'm not dignifying that with a response." You sped up, putting some distance between the two of you.

"Ohohohoho hit that nail on the head, didn't I?" He called out, a sharp smile affixed upon his lips as he matched your pace. He may not have been as tall as most altmer, but his strides were still longer than yours. "Oh, wait, I almost forgot about your shadow. Tell me, did you grow tired of your boring, akaviri, missionary se-"

"Why are you so gross?" You hissed.

"Oh come now, don't be such a prude. He's certainly pretty for a human, I'll give you that, but I can imagine how boring it would get since he practically worships the ground you walk on." He hoped you could hear the smile in his voice. He knew just how grating you found him sometimes, but he wore it like a badge of honor. No one could collapse those silly little walls of yours like he could. And sure, maybe you didn't smile fondly at him with any frequency, but he brought out the cracks in your facade. "I'm sure Aicantar is far more flexible than he is. Or is it that you require a less reverant touch? That you want to be one doing the begging?"

It was near impossible to banish the thought of you begging on your knees....

Maybe this hadn't been the best idea after all.

"Dibella above, I am not having this conversation with you right now. Especially in public."

He crossed his arms, glad you couldn't see the way he was drinking you in. "Would you prefer to have it in private?"

Your cheeks flushed, and you whipped around to face him. "I'd rather not have it at all!"

Letting out an annoyed huff, Nebarra rolled his eyes. "You're no fun. My old merc buddies could take a few jokes. You're all a bunch of prudes."

"That's rich coming from a mer who won't even remove his helmet to drink." You bit back, sinking your teeth in. "Trying to hide the fact that you're as insufferable on the outside as you are on the inside?"

Nebarra was old enough not to fall for the bait. "The curiosity is eating you alive, isn't it, Dragonborn? So used to getting your way that such a little mystery is driving you to madness? Losing your mind over the possibilities?"

You shot him a glare, but their was a heat behind it instead of ice. And then you chuckled. "'Sorry, Honey, the helmet stays on during sex!'"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He sashayed away, a dangerous smile playing on his lips.

"I- I never said that!" You called out after him. "Stop being gross!"

He just laughed.

He loved driving you mad.

[matri4rch]

✨ WIP Wednesday✨

But make it fanfiction

I GOT TAGGED IN A WIP WEDNESDAY DAD IM FAMOUS

I was sniped by the gorgeous, stunning, blinding, ethereal @oblivions-dawn. Who is my favorite Tumblr person bc my posts may tank but THEY ARE THERE.

In turn I'm tagging @alrighty-dibella literally the only other author who ik and hasn't been mentioned (we need more Jack. I need more Jack.) Whoever else wants to join is free to ofc. The more the merrier. 🤍🐻‍❄️

"Legends Don't Burn Down Villages"

As the pair ran through the courtyard, their footsteps were heavy as their feet touched the hot cobblestones beneath their feet. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, the Lady of Windhelm caught sight of a group of guards wearing blue cloaks. She turned to look and found herself locking eyes with her husband, who was running with his guards towards the main gates of the city.

For a moment, it seemed as if he might turn and run toward her, but just as he began to slow down, the dragon swooped down between them, dropping debris and forcing him to continue in his original direction. The sight of the dragon seemed to jolt her husband into reality, making him realize that fleeing from the city was the only option at the moment. Amidst the raging hell and utter chaos, his voice boomed as he shouted something towards his wife. However, his message was swallowed up by the deafening roar of the flames, leaving her unable to make out what he had said. Ulfric looked at her one last time, before frowning in frustration and running away with his men.

[globofhoney]

Hellsing Alucard x Fem! Elf! Mage! Dragonborn! Reader HC

How it all began

- You are a mage, and your experiment gone wrong so here you are trapped in who knows what plane of oblivion you are in.

- A sudden change of culture and environment makes you a little stress, don't even get me started! No matter what race you are you CANNOT SPEAK ENGLISH! you are basically a gibberish speaker in Hellsing Universe, shame that they don't know Tamriellic language, oh well...who can blame them?

- You tried to live in peace, until your power started to show.

(oh! You have no money? No problem, let's fet h some wooden sticks and turn it into gold! That alone would get a lot of attention)

- And ho~ boi, no people gonna let you live in peace. Iscariot wants you on their side, Millennium wants a piece of you for experimentation, and Hellsing...they do not trust you. After all....lore wise dragonborn can crack the world if they are strong enough.

- Being a powerful mage that you are...you lived in a forest far away from people. With magic concealed you from outer world while you try to figure out how to get back.

- Magic barriers, ancient seals. You can do it all, oh bitch please! You mastered all school of magic way too long ago in your long elven lifespan anyway, and you are still young and inexperienced compared to other master wizard back on Tamriel.

- That is until the prominent factions decided to hunt you...

- Alucard found you first, and he basically retrieve you like a potato sack, and you of course fight tooth and nail in order to stay at your humble little cottage.

- In the end, you have to go back with him anyway. Not that you were willing to. But after sir Integra wants to offer you a job <or another powerful pet?> You stay, not that you have a choice anyway, and oh! You gotta live nicely in a grand estate! Why wouldn't you stay?

- You have to learn how to speak English properly, and you are a fast learner.

- eventually, you are decent enough to work and communicate in a short length of time.

Relationship with Alucard

- The very nature of your existence intrigued him. A person who has power of natural disaster at their beck and call is someone who he would like to fight with.

- He won't stop bothering you until you show him more powers you can do

"I am a mage! Not a magic trick performer!"

"Right you are, little mouse~"

- You sleep with sun burst rune spell place around your bed. Of course he found this amusing.

- Alucard is a huge tease! You want to just fus ro dah him out the manor sometimes.

- You do not trust him, but do not mind him either. Worry not, if you can't stand him, Integra got you covered.

- Everything happened so fast and it becomes your routine to the point that you used to it.

- Until he decided that one night, he would like yo invite you on a moonlit stroll outside. And by Dibella's tits! he won't take no for an answer.

- You are now his beloved little mage, the consent is already off the window.

- the success rate of extermination mission is guaranteed if you two are on the hunt together. Absolute power couple. Hellsing's most prized units.

- He loves to touch your elven ears, the nerve of this undead human is too damn high.

- You better expected to be touched and hugs from behind.

- Unlike vampire on Tamriel, he is kind of cute in his own weird way.

- So many late night strolls and conversation. The concept of romance is completely up to Alucard's mood.

"Do you know? A vampire dust in my world have a property of invisibility"

"Oh~ really? What about, human heart~?

"Poisons, lots of em"

"For your people perhaps, but not for me, i want to taste yours~"

- He is obsessed, and quite possessive. Always observed you in the shadows. Not that he doesn't trust you, he just doesn't trust the others.

- You won't be alone for a long time, he will come back to talk to you more eventually.

- Do not mentioned about your plan to go back to your world, He will make sure you stay, or...he would make sure that you stay long enough after Sir Integra die of old age and there's no more Hellsing to serves. He will take a chance to go with you. But seriously...do not mention this, it will make him stick to you more.

[wellthebardsdead]

The follow up to flynts eye sight returning

———

Flynt: *smiling adoringly at taliesin as the Altmer just absolutely bawls his eyes out, eyeliner running down his face as his trembling hands hold the wood elf tight* I can finally see you- you’re so handsome, your eyes are like emeralds- your skin it’s like gold and your hair is like obsidian-

Taliesin: *ugly crying* I-I c-can’t believe th-this- you-your eyes are healed?! H-how?

Flynt: *shrugs* magic I guess? *smiles pulling his handkerchief from his pocket and drying tals face gently* it’s finally my turn to clean you up now. Ohh- your skin turns rose gold when you blush~

Taliesin: s-STOP BEING SO PRECIOUS!!!

*a few hours later*

Flynt: *seated on the bed in one of the many empty rooms Gelebor turned into guest rooms for team dragonborn, unable to take his eyes off his tall husband, just admiring how he moves, his beauty, his smile, his everything*

Taliesin: *brushing out his hair* I can feel your eyes on me again love, *glances back at him smiling*

Flynt: *heart fluttering* you are divine…

Taliesin: *brain short circuiting unable to comprehend the softness in his tone* I-I- *clears his throat* o-of course I am! I’m stunning that’s why you married me.

Flynt: *fallen in love all over again seeing the face to the one who stole his heart* gods youre my husband… *grins and falls back onto the bed* my husband…

Taliesin: *fairly certain he’s going to have a heart attack from the palpitations his beloved is giving him* gods, what did I d-do right to deserve you?…

Flynt: … *rolls off the bed and walks over gently embracing him from behind* you being you. *smiles*

Taliesin: … *gently takes his face with his hand and gives him a kiss on the cheek*

Flynt: *smiles and so gently touches his hair* …y’know, I always thought your hair was made of silk when I felt it. Like hundreds of Dibellas moths had worked tirelessly to give it to you. *gently takes the brush from him* but now, I it’s too pretty to be made by even her… can I brush it, please?

Taliesin: you’re the only person I let touch it darling… you don’t need to ask.

Flynt: I’ll always ask anyway, I know how special it is to you. And now I can see why!

Taliesin: *smiles at him via the reflection in the mirror* Can you see why you’re so special to me too?…

Flynt: *locks eyes with him in the mirror and blushes* I’m… not sure. *smirks playfully* can you show me?

[cloudcountry]

My sea bunny asked about my favorite franchise????? My wife wants to know about TES????? I get to talk about my special interest without being called names by my brother???????

AAAHAHHAHHAHHA YAAAAYYYYYY

Ok ok ok!! I got this!!!!

I'll talk about the newer games because I know the most about them!

The Elder Scrolls are a series of games made by Bethesda where you explore a fantasy world on a continent called tamriel on Nirn (the mortal plane), also called Mundus for much of its history, it has been divided into the nine provinces of Black Marsh, Cyrodiil, Elsweyr, Hammerfell, High Rock, Morrowind, Skyrim, the Summerset Isles, and Valenwood. Every game has been focused on these provinces, but you also occasionally go to the relms of oblivion. Oblivion are the other collections of relms where daedra reside, daedra are demonic entities (however evil is in the eye of the beholder so let's just call them tricky and bored because they live forever and come back when they die)

The playable races are Altmer, Argonians, Bosmer, Bretons,Dunmer,Imperials, Khajiit , Nords, Orsimer, and Redguards however there are many more nonplayable races.

There are beastfolk, man, and mer.

Beastfolk for playable races are Argonians (who look like lizards and people at the same time) and Khajiit (who look like cats but have many sub races that all look different according to what moon cycle they where born on, there are two moons named Masser and Secunda. Masser is the larger of the two, well over twice as large)

Mer, also known as elves for playable races, are Altmer (high elves), Bosmer (wood elves), Dunmer (dark elves), and Orsimer (they are orcs but still count under elves to most people)

Man (typical humans in our world) are Bretons, Imperials, Nords, and Redguards.

Then there are the Nine Divines

Akatosh – The Dragon God of Time and Chief god of the Pantheon

Arkay – God of the Cycle of Life and Death, and burials and funeral rites

Dibella – Goddess of Beauty and Love

Julianos – God of Wisdom and Logic

Kynareth – Goddess of Air, Wind, Sky, and the Elements

Mara – Goddess of Love and compassion

Stendarr – God of compassion, mercy, justice,charity,luck,and righteous rule by might and merciful forbearance (he and his worshipers don't like daedra)

Talos – Hero-god of Mankind,conqueror God,God of Might, Honor,State, Law, and Man (the Altmer don't like Nords worshiping him and try to stop it during Skyrim)

Zenithar – God of Work and Commerce, Trader God

They are considered the "good" gods and are commonly worshiped by the general public.

The Deadra, however, are thought by most as bad and/or dangerous with the exception of the "good" daedra Azura, Boethiah, and Mephala. Who are worshiped by the Dunmer.

All the daedric princes (gods) are as follows:

Azura - Twilight, Prophecy

Boethiah - Conspiracy, Deceit, Unlawful overthrow of authority

Mephala - Lies, Sex, Secrets, murder

Clavicus vile - The granting of power through pacts and wishes (one of my favorites, he also works with his shape-shifting hound Barbas, who is a part of him)

Hermaeus Mora - Fate, Knowledge, Learning, Memory (another favorite he talks annoyingly slow though)

Hircine - Hunting

Jyggalag - Order (he is confined in Sheogorath because he was too powerful, and the others didn't like [and perhaps even feared] him)

Sheogorath - Madness (also a favorite, so silly!)

Malacath - The Spurned, the Sworn Oath, the Bloody Curse (don't ask me what that means cuz idk he's an orc though and calls them his siblings, not that bad compared to the rest)

Mehrunes Dagon - Destruction, Revolution, Change (I don't like this guy he killed my husband).

Meridia - Living things (hates undead and is incredibly annoying)

Molag Bal - Domination, Enslavement, and no, no touching (I HATE HATE HATE THIS GUY!!!!)

Namira - Darkness, all things repulsive (a cannibal but stays in her lane and doesn't really bother me)

Nocturnal - Night, darkness (worshiped by thieves)

Peryite - Ordering of the lowest orders of Oblivion, Pestilence (considered the weakest but is still really powerful)

Sanguine - Hedonism, Debauchery, Indulgence (drunk uncle vibes)

Vaermina - Dreams, Nightmares,omens

The daedric princes deal with mortals the most.

But also have also tried to take over Nirn out of boredom many times, the games take place during those times (not all of them but a lot of them have)

Dagon tried to in the game Oblivion (he killed my husband Martin :'( )

In Skyrim, however, they didn't try to take over Nirn. Dragons did, though.

My favorite game is online, where Molag Bal tried to, in the dlc's more tried as well.

I'm getting really hungry, so I'm gonna stop here, but I might rant more later if you still want it.

ANGELFIIIIISH THIS SOUNDS SO COOL!!!! THE WORLD BUILDING SOUNDS AMAZING????? the SECOND i get home i'm checking this out OMG.

julianos is the divine that caught my eye, wisdom and logic sound cool as hell WGHDIEHUDJEH

sanguine's drunk uncle vibes have me intrigued, and vaermina sounds SO COOL TOO LIKE NIGHTMARES???? HELLO WHAT!!!!!

imagine taking over the world bc you're bored LMAO they sound so goofy

I WOULD LOVE FOR YOU TO TELL ME MORE PLS <3 make sure you eat a nice meal and drink water too okay?

[trickstarbrave]

Kirkbride writing Dibella: she gets dragged around by her hair by a man caveman style to get fucked teehee

Me writing Dibella: she’s hot and powerful and loves creating and can make someone climax before even touching them and loves to be on top and can make poetry so beautiful you weep and she tops shor/lorkhan and and and—

[timaeusterrored]

pls tell me more about your dragonborn 👀👀👀

…you’re so gonna wish you HADNT asked this oh my GOD ITS TIME

SO

Drystan is an Altmer, tall and beautiful, and specializes in Spark magic. He’s known as the ‘Sweet Listener’ for the Dark Brotherhood for his rather nice and sweet treatment of the family. And his want to save everyone despite Astrid betraying him. He also saved Cicero.

But I’m getting ahead of myself

Drystan was part of a generally rich family in his home town before the Thalmor came and began recruiting, and also destroyed his town when people began to fight back. His family joined the Thalmor while he ran away, to Skyrim, where he’d try to meet with a man named Solis in Solitude. He got caught in the infamous arrest at the border and nearly shoved Ulfric off the cart (fuck that bitch.)

He gets greeted by the Companions, and a very handsome man he may add. But he was too angry and in shock to truly notice him. Then the much taller of the two, twins he noticed, offered for him to come to Whiterun with them. He declined and said he had business elsewhere.

He had heard rumors of a young boy having run away from an orphanage, and it tugged at his heartstrings. Drystan had always wanted a family, but due to a curse, he wasn’t allowed. So he went and did as the boy asked, got a plate in return but he didn’t mind. He had helped a hand full of children out.

He woke up to Astrid sitting over him, and so began his life with the Dark Brotherhood. But he was a very noticeable person so, in order to stay out of trouble, he also joined the Companions. He didn’t expect to fall in love there.

Vilkas is the love of his life, his partner, his everything. They were married for ten years, but only truly together for eight. See, Vilkas didn’t take kindly to Drystan being Listener, and shunned him from the Companions. He immediately regretted it but believed it was best for Whiterun, not knowing Drystan did everything in his power to protect them now, not letting anyone hurt them or put a contract on them.

Then, on a fateful day, Vilkas got attacked by a dragon. It was fatal but he held on long enough to be able to say goodbye to Drystan, wanting to be with his partner in his final days despite everything. Aela was not happy but Farkas knew what his brother wanted. He may no longer trust Drystan, but he was still his brother in law. Vilkas knew he’d die before Drystan, their lifespans would have separated them if they had stayed together. What he didn’t know is how his death would cause Drystan to finally end the civil war and kill Aludin on his behalf. No one else’s.

Lil headcanons for him:

His hands spark up when he gets a big emotion- anger, excitement, anything. Vilkas is normally the one to help him control it.

Once he and Vilkas split, and without really anyone that knows his to calm him, he can cause lightening storms. Vilkas sits outside under the awning because he wants to see if maybe just maybe, he could see where his love is.

He has Dawnbreaker, the sword from the “A NEW HAND HAS TOUCHED THE BECON” bitch😭 scared the shit out of him

He has Dibella’s blessing, once again with the whole child tugging his heartstrings (also he just gives would worship a goddess of love Vibes, and another nod to Venus being the Roman goddess of love. I made Drystan before Venus obviously but it still stands)

He and Farkas are extremely close, he’s the one to try and help Drystan after Vilkas’s death when no one else would/could

Again, known as the Sweet Listener, treats everyone like a family

He actually hates Skyrim, and obviously as an Altmer, struggles to truly fit in. But also just finds it dingy and gross.

[sylvienerevarine]

shoutout to @blossom-adventures over in @nirnwrote land for a prompt featuring "back hugs." i have produced something sappy and mildly suggestive.

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It was generally understood that when Sophrine was cooking, she shut out the world completely. Thus, she nearly jumped out of her skin when, in the middle of a particularly excellent crab bisque, she suddenly felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her from behind.

“Good afternoon, dear,” came her husband’s voice from somewhere above her head, before the arms released her. “That smells delicious.”

Sophrine giggled. “What was that for?”

“Do I need a reason to hug my wife?” said Roggi in mock offense. He smiled, and reached out to touch her hair. “I guess I’m still just a bit in awe whenever I see you. You’re Sophrine Aulette, history’s greatest dragon slayer, and here you are in our kitchen making soup. Instead of, I don’t know, conquering all of Tamriel and becoming the new Tiber Septim.”

“Oh, I’d be a terrible empress,” Sophrine replied. “You know me, I want to make everyone happy at all times. A decent trait for a chef or an innkeeper, but a fatal weakness in a ruler. Besides…” She set down the ladle and turned, wrapping her arms around her husband’s neck. “There’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be than in our kitchen, making soup.”

Roggi bent and kissed her, quickly but firmly. “You’ve got that look in your eye,” he said. “Another expedition coming up soon, I bet.”

Sophrine dropped her arms with a sigh. “It’s not that I want to go, really,” she said. “I’d much rather be here with you and the children, getting the inn set up. But that cult situation… it’s not getting any better. I can’t go anywhere without being accosted by men in dragon masks. We’re hardly going to get the Dovahk Inn off the ground if our only customers are murderous fanatics.”

“I understand,” Roggi said heavily. “So it’s off to Solstheim, then. Not a safe place, from what I’ve heard.”

“We live in Skyrim, dear,” Sophrine pointed out. “Anyway, it won’t be all bad, despite the danger. I think it’ll sort of connect me to my heritage, if that makes sense. Nana Sylvie practically ran the place when she was younger, and I have plenty of Dunmer family who have lived there. Maybe I’ll run into some of them.”

“Just what you need. More Llervu cousins to pressure you into adventures.” He chuckled softly. “Do you want me to come along?”

“I’d like nothing better, but I think at least one of us needs to be home with the children. You know how badly Rayya and Llewellyn spoil them. I refuse to come home to kids who have been eating nothing but sweets for a month.”

“Or brought home another pet skeever,” said Roggi. “So you’ll be bringing your usual crew of gals along, I imagine. They’ll be good protection for you. At least, Mjoll and Lydia will…”

“Oh, stop. You know Serana would never hurt a friend, especially not me. We’re practically sisters!” Sophrine turned back to the bubbling pot of soup. “I won’t be taking off right away, mind you, but the sooner I go the sooner I get back. We’ll probably be heading out in a week.”

A familiar glint came into Roggi’s eye. “That’s no time at all. We’d better make good use of it.” 

Sophrine grinned. “How lucky that the children are in town with Rayya… and that the Sisters of Dibella in Markarth have been sending me some very interesting books lately.”

Roggi returned her grin and grabbed her hand. “Come along, dragon lady. Give me something to remember before you go.”

[illumiera]

9 and 23 for miss ellie for the ‘firsts’ tag game :33

thank you for the asks, Jules!! 💖

✨ ask game! ✨

9. first time living away from home

Elentari has a "technically..." and "true" answer, I feel! so, technically, her first time living away from home came at the age of eighteen after her murder by the Dark Brotherhood and resurrection by Mara, when she fled her family home in Daggerfall and boarded the first ship she came across. it took her to Anvil in Cyrodiil, where she spent several months (her nineteenth birthday included) holed up in an inn, deep in a state of grief and shock. at that point, she only really left her room to pray for her family's souls at the Chapel of Dibella. however! after this overwhelming despair lifted (she specifically remembers feeling the urge to stand and open the window, then being swept by the warmest, kindest breeze she'd ever felt), she packed her bags and headed to the Arcane University in the Imperial City, where she stayed for about two years. she'd count this as her first proper living away from home experience, I'd think, late nights studying and falling asleep on textbooks and drinking ill-advised stamina potions in lieu of a good rest included.

23. first display of their powers or abilities

call it a leftover gift from Akatosh, but once she begins to study and become even marginally stronger than the novice mage she was back in Daggerfall, Elentari finds Destruction magic very, very easy—just like how Mara's touch blessed her abilities with Restoration. of course, having gotten through Helgen without raising a spell or weapon thanks to Ralof defending the scared, skinny little noblewoman at his side, she doesn't actually realise this until she's tasked with going to Bleak Falls Barrow, runs into some bandits, and intends to strike out with a fire spell to warn them off, being totally out of her depth as she is. what actually happens is that Akatosh's little gift and innate dragon soul self-preservation kicks in, and that's the first time she ever takes someone's life. it's clear there's no saving these bandits from their injuries, but she tries and fails anyway. as for the true extent of her prowess with Restoration, coupled with that dragon soul... we see that a few years after the bandit incident in i fear no fate, when she outright refuses to accept Miraak's death, reverses time itself to bring his soul back, and heals his body almost completely!

[nirnrootic]

thinking.... maybe adding miguel finch here..... he has two specific verses as of rn: one in tes, and one in pkmn (so yes chances are i'll add him on my pkmn multimuse too gflkmgdlkmgf).

a short(ish) blurb on the blurbo:

miguel was a sex worker and worshipper of dibella. he chose to enter into the industry, and for the most part, enjoyed it. however, when his brothel was forced to close and he was forced to find another manager, he found this in the arms and doors of one madam rosy plucked; rosy for short. rosy proved to quite an entrepreneurial spirit, but it always seemed that she found new girls and boys, and that others simply up and left. she was never without shortage, always said she'd find ways for people to leave the industry if they became burnt out.

as it turned out, they didn't simply leave. they died. violently.

miguel met the same fate, by rosy's second in command, at rosy's behest. miguel pleaded with dibella during his final moments.

she heard.

dibella, who discourages relations with the undead and concurs with the work of arkay, did not intervene, no matter how vehement his worship proved to be. she was tempted, but did not make a move.

sanguine, however, did. as a rival to dibella, he'd been keeping one of his many eyes on miguel, seeing if he could sway him, tempt him. and what better way to tempt him but to give another chance at life when violence sought to extinguish it and when his own deity was compelled but refrained? what better way to slash that worship to pieces, to render it feeble and useless?

miguel now reveres sanguine. he indulges in excess. he tempts people similarly into sanguine's folds.

but.

he can also see spirits, ones wandering, with far more frequency than those who've had a brush with death. as someone who died but came back, he's ventured into the land of death, but returned to the living at the touch of a god.

[maysoulrose]

The Thief and The Moon chapter 13

Skyrim Fanfiction Brynjolf x Dragonborn dark elf oc.

oh heckies it's happening

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“Sweet Dibella, you’re beautiful.” Brynjolf places his hand on Allustria’s jaw and directs her into a kiss.   He’s sitting on the bed roll, arm behind him, scooting back into the tent. She crawls over his legs, sitting on his thighs, and pushes him back so he lays propped up against his bag. She pulls back, locking eyes with him, and begins untying the knot by her hip. Unwrapping the fabric, revealing herself.

Brynjolf stared at her beautiful body. Her legs on either side, meeting the curve of her hips, and the dip into her thin waist, her round breasts fully exposed. He can barely believe that she’s there in front of him and not just a realistic dream. His hands trail up her legs. He sees her hairs between them, matching the white color of her braids. 

He felt his heart picking up speed and a throbbing pulse shoot down through his erection, bouncing it. She licks her lips and grins. She grabs his arms and guides his hands up her body, stopping them at her chest. He cups her breasts, sliding his thumbs over her nipples, and she leans down for another sensual kiss.

He lets one hand trace down her shoulders, down her sides, and up the curve of her back, resting on her hips.  His kisses follow her neck to her collar bones. He takes her hardened nipple into his mouth, pinching her other one between his finger and thumb, then switching over to taste the other. She makes a delightful moan that causes Brynjolf to slap her on the butt. 

He grabs her by the hips and pulls her toward him. She follows his lead and moves upwards, straddling his chest. He kisses her soft stomach and traces his tongue against her hip bones that barely poke out. His lips caress toward her inner thigh, kissing her soft white hairs that cover her lower lips. Allustria watches him, patiently. Quietly gasping at his boldness. He looks up at her as he makes first contact with his tongue against her swollen nub. She leans her head back, closing her eyes, and exhaling her bated breath. Her long hair brushes against her bare back, tickling her skin. Every touch or brush against her flesh sends lightning shocks of pleasure through her body. 

Brynjolf slides his tongue between her folds. It’s wet and hot and, oh, so delicious. He leans into her and moans. Pushing his tongue further along. She giggles at the vibrations of his voice which makes him smile and he kisses her mound. Finding her clit with his lips and sucks on it, gently, giving her butterflies. She grabs him by the back of his head and forces him closer, pushing her hips into him. He gets a jolt of excitement from her enthusiasm and slides his tongue deeper in, penetrating her for the first time. Moans escaping his throat.  Allustria leans back even more, grabbing onto his shoulders for support, her head inching closer to the fur pelts below them. He slides his tongue in and out, slowly. She leans into each movement he makes, feeling every bit of his tongue against her walls. Her folds and nub swell with pleasure. 

Brynjolf is starting to be painfully aware of his erect cock, begging to feel her warmth. As if reading his mind, Allustria’s legs tighten their muscles and she rises up from her arched position. Her movements are so graceful and otherworldly, Brynjolf feels his stomach flutter from being witness to her elegance. 

Her eyebrows are gently raised as she looks down upon his face. She tilts his chin up to meet her gaze. The edges of her lips curl upward slightly when seeing his wanting eyes. She licks her bottom lip, followed by her teeth dragging across the flesh, biting it. Brynjolf loved it when she did that. Allustria leaned down and began kissing him once more. She nibbled on his lower lip and then slid her tongue between his upper lip and teeth, sucking it as well. She switches again and bites his bottom lip, pulling a little more roughly. Brynjolf grabs her butt, digging in his fingertips, pulling her cheeks apart, kissing her more fiercely.  

Allustria slides her hand between her legs and touches her fingers to his lower abdomen. He shudders and moans at her sudden touch.  The elf pulls back from their kiss and snatches up his hand. She drags her tongue along his longest finger, wrapping her lips around it and slides it into her mouth. His jaw drops.

“Are you sure you’re not the Mephala incarnate?”

She smiles at that remark, still keeping her lips tightly sealed.. The secretive Daedra of deceit and sexual prowess. That really did seem to fit her. Allustria slides his finger against her tongue, sucking down all the way to his last knuckle, pops it out of her mouth, then wraps her lips around it once more, including his index finger this time.

Being so entranced by her display, he almost yelped to the touch of her fingertips lowering towards his erection. She kisses his palm, and down his arm. With her free hand she rubs her fingers into his curly hairs that lay below the waistline. Allustria teased him by tracing her fingers around the base of his gorging member.

It bounced and throbbed. She lowered herself until Her face was merely inches away from it, locking her eyes to his. He shivered at the arousing visual, wanting to feel her touch against his most sensitive appendage. She looked at him with a grin, her butt wiggling playfully in the air behind her. Finally, she finds the base of his shaft with her hand and grabs it. Giving it her full attention for the first time, Her playfulness ceases and is replaced with a begging want. A whimper escapes from her throat and she blushes in embarrassment at the sound. 

The sight of his cock was so enticing. It was hard and swollen. Throbbing with his heart beat. It bounced occasionally with a mind of its own. The tip was tight from his swell. Dew drops of pre-cum oozed from it, showing how aroused he was by her. 

She felt a trickle of her own sweet honey drip between her legs, urging her to fill herself with him. She dared to reach a finger forward and smooth the liquid that oozed from him. Brynjolf moaned at her touch, his cock doing another bounce. She brought the liquid to her lips and tasted it. Closing her eyes to experience him in this new way. Her lids flicked open and she smiled at him. She loved the face he made.  

Barely giving him time to register what she had just put in her mouth,  she was bent down, sucking on the base of his shaft. Her thumb tracing up and down, tilting him to the side and dragging her tongue up along his length. She found his sensitive spot just before the tip and focused her movements there. Brynjolf’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, moaning, and arching his back, pushing himself deeper against the bedding beneath them. Leaning his head against the makeshift pillow behind him. 

She wrapped her wet lips around the tip, sucking gently, then pushing down, taking him in fully. Dancing her tongue in circles around it. Loving his reaction to every movement she made. 

Tightening her lips around his cock and dragging her tongue against his shaft as she slid upwards, pressing her tongue against his tip before taking him out of her mouth. Brynjolf entangled his fingers into her hair and guided her head down, pushing himself in her mouth once again. She moaned. Sliding her lips up and down, quickening her pace. 

Her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft and continued the motion of her mouth when she came up to catch her breath. Hand pumping him rhythmically. She leaned down to begin again, but he grabbed her cheeks, leading her into a kiss.

“I want to fuck you before I cum” He whispered to her, voice quivering from her expert performance.  She bit her lip, feeling warmth spread throughout her core

“Where do you want me?” She whispered against his lips. Wanting to pleasure him with herself however he pleased. 

“On your back,” He kisses her. “I want to see— your face— when I pleasure you~” Kissing her between every other word. 

Her breath hitches from that remark. 

He wraps his arms around her and rolls over, swapping places. Allustria lay on her back, her arms resting to the side, hands above her head, with half lidded eyes. She loved the way he looked at her. Tracing his fingers along every line and curve of her body. Loving the way her chest rested when on her back. Tracing down the center of her stomach and across her belly button, giving her goosebumps all over. 

Allustria encouraged him by opening up her legs, letting them rest at her sides, knees bent, fully exposing herself. He moans at the sight of her. Massaging her with his hands, pulling them down along her torso and following the lines of her legs to her knees. He lifts her calf, bringing it to his face to kiss her soft skin. She smiles.

He leans forward, not being able to resist another kiss. His hip thrust gently, rubbing his throbbing erection against her clit. They moan together between kisses. Brynjolf takes himself in his hand and directs it to her opening, pushing against her. Her breath hitches, and he pulls back from the kiss so he can see her face. He slowly leans into her, sheathing into her warmth. 

Her eyebrows knit together and her mouth involuntarily opens wider, letting arousing sounds escape. He’s pleased with her reaction, and pushes deeper in, fully encasing himself inside. Her walls squeeze every inch of him.  She feels warmth rush to her face, feeling all of him deep within her. 

Brynjolf slowly begins to move. Sliding back, barely pulling the tip of his cock out of her, and then penetrating once again. Everytime he did, Allustria opened her mouth just a bit wider and her hands clenched the fabric beneath her. He pulls out slowly, then thrusts with more force. She moaned with each thrust, lifting her legs into the air so he could go as deep as possible. 

He places his hands on either side of her and pumps into her over and over. Her breasts bounced with each hip movement. Allustria grabs his hips and pulls him into her, quickening his pace. Breathing heavier, he slams into her, as fast and hard as he dared, her beautiful face of pleasure only getting sexier. 

“Fuck, Allustria” He moaned. She gasped at the way he said her name, pulling his hips in harder. 

“Don’t stop—“ she says between moans. He leans down and sucks on her neck, keeping his pace. Pleasure shoots through her with every kiss and bite he presses into her. She loved the way he felt inside her, and his balls slapping against her butt with every thrust. Thinking about how he’s choosing to be with her made her feel so special. 

Brynjolf sits up and holds onto her knees, thumping into her, moving his hips back and forth. He brings her toes up to his mouth and sucks on them, kissing, and sliding his tongue between them. She gasped, the sensation made her feel even more pleasure, feeling herself get closer to climaxing.  

“Faster, hah—-“ 

He obeys, picking up speed. Her moans raise in pitch with each thrust, as she begins to climax, she moans and screams, raising her hips slightly and pushes into him. Her body buckles as soon as she climaxes, legs fold and clamp around him. Brynjolf pulls out and pumps himself with his hand, shaking with his excitement. His thick seed spurts out. She feels the hot liquid land on her chest and up to her neck and coating her down to her belly button.

His hand slows and he squeezes anything that remained, oozing over his fingers. 

“I think that’s— the first time— I’ve ever climaxed just— by getting fucked.” Allustria smiles at him, panting, and pleased with his love making. He slumps to the side of her, catching his breath. He smiles back at her, playfully grabbing her knee before flopping onto his back in exhaustion. 

“Are you not going to help clean me up?” She asked, flirtatiously. Sitting up and letting his cum drip down her torso. He looked up at her. She swirled her fingers in the white liquid and licked it off.

“By the Gods, Allustria, I could go again just from seeing you do that~” he propped himself up and kissed her before finding a rag to wipe her down with. 

Once clean, they crawled into the bedroll together, totally ignoring the second tent. Allustria buried her face in his chest with his arms wrapped around her. She took in a big breath and sighed, then looked up at him, getting his attention.  They stare into each other’s eyes. A newfound connection between them. 

“I think.. I love you.” She said, feeling confused by the thought. Brynjolf let that sink in, darting his eyes between hers. 

“I think I love you, too.”  He smirks and places a kiss on her forehead.

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[matri4rch]

The Lioness of Cyrodiil

Snippet of Fanfiction + Backstory Below Keep Reading

"When I was your age, around eighteen or twenty, I fell in love with a soldier from Cyrodiil. A handsome man of sun-kissed skin and a pair of gorgeous golden eyes, the eldest son of the noblest of imperial houses, and an important patron of the Temple. He was a student of the arts, and I, the intercessor between him and Dibella, his muse and paragon of his inspiration. Time passed and him and I grew close, our souls intertwining by the Lady of love's command. Meant to be one in Mara's eyes. Soon after we were expecting a child and enjoying the years of happiness that awaited us."

"But, your only son is Bjorn. And I thought he was the son of the Jarl of Eastmarch." The young priestess seated across from the lioness whispers.

"He is." The lioness gently picks up her cup of wine and takes a short, quick sip, moistening her throat to continue her story. "The family of the soldier found out about the affair, and while his father and siblings were happy for us, his mother was not. Oh she was furious. And she wanted me dead. She could not believe that her son, the pride and joy of his house, was married to what she deemed a whore. So she decided to remove the thorn in their family herself." She smirked. "So she chose the finest, most powerful and potent poison her money could buy, and served it in my favorite tea."

"It can't be..." The priestess gasped and covered her mouth. "You're Venus Aurelia, the daughter of General Vorenus!" Then leaned closer to the lioness. "You're uncle Tullius' dead wife..."

"In the flesh." Venus raised her cup and drank the rest of the wine remaining inside.

"But how, how are you still alive? Everyone saw you die- w-why are you even telling me this?"

"I can't tell you how I survived yet. But take this story as a cautionary tale, Minerva. It isn't smart to play with soldiers or powerful nobility behind everyone's back."

"Aren't you worried I'm going to tell my uncle about this?"

"You won't."

"How can you be sure?"

Venus leans towards Minerva, stopping when her cheek touches the girl's. "Because if you do... I will tell him and your mother about your little after-hours escapades with the Legate son of Jarl Igmund." The lioness smiles and returns to her original position, watching the young woman's breath get shorter and quicker. Sweat roll down her temple and her eyes stare back at her with a hint of fear behind them. "Don't worry, Minerva. Our time seems to be over."

The sound of steel boots against the ground and the faint mumbling of masculine voices grow outside of the temple, making Minerva more anxious, and Venus' smirk grow wider.

"The general and the legate are waiting for us, and it is rude to make them wait."

[skyrim-forever]

Worth: Erandur & TLD OC Theodora

@sheirukitriesfandom here it is! Something short and sweet, can be read as romantic or platonic. Hope you enjoy! I'd definitely like to write more about their dynamic

yes Theo is an ex-sanguine cultist turned divines worshipper, yes she is Martin-coded

The Stars over Nightcaller Temple looked beautiful this time of year, Erandur could see the stars that made up the Lover clearly. With the shining stars above, he turned his attention back to his friend, warming her hands by the fire. 

“You know I don’t mind staying in the temple” 

Erandur shook his head “There is still heavy daedric influence over it, I wouldn’t want you to get affected”

He continued “I already feel regret that you had to clean up my mess, by Mara how I regret my past everyday”

Theodora reached for his hand, squeezing it gently “I do not mind, we all have a past. Besides, you need not worry about me, I’m certainly no stranger to the Daedra.”

She laughed at the end of that sentence, causing Erandur to give her a look. One bot of surprise, but yet intrigued. She returned his look with one of her own. 

“What? Even the Dragonborn has a past.”

“Indulge me, you already know all about mine” He gestures to the Temple, dark and looming over them in the background. Although Vaermina’s presence was no longer in the minds of the people of Dawnstar, the temple still felt uneasy at times. 

Theodora sighs “Alright, I’ll indulge you because you’re my friend, but no judgment, alright?”

“Never, who am I to judge the actions of anyone?” 

“My mother had been a priestess of Dibella prior to meeting my father. She met him when he was on a military campaign in Skyrim, following him back to Cyrodiil. I grew up with a strong faith in the divines and always figured I would follow in her footsteps someday. Train at the temple for a few years before either devoting my life or leaving to get married like she did.”

Erandur studied her face closely, he could tell this was difficult for his friend to talk about, the way her eyes couldn’t meet his. 

“I’ll save this story for another time but by the time I was 12 my parents had already passed and I was moved to an orphanage in Bravil for a few years until I aged out of the system.”

Theodora looks up, seemly blinking back faint tears. 

“The first real friends I had found, after aimlessly wandering around the province, were a group of Sanguine cultists. They offered me a home and a sense of freedom, no longer was I a lowly orphan of a once great house; I had power, they had shown me the dibellan arts I did not know the Goddess of beauty held and transformed me into a tempress. The lines between pain and pleasure blurred and I did things, unspeakable things, all in the name of Lord Sanguine. I even spent time as a vampire”

Theodora’s tears where now gone, replaced with a vacant, thousand yard stare. He had seen this look on her before, whenever they discussed faith, always wondering where her mind went.  Erandur, touched that his friend had been so vulnerable with him, stepped in to help clear her mind. 

“Why did you leave?” 

She comes back to him, looking right at him. 

“I woke up one day, after another night of drunken revelry, and I felt something stir inside me. My soul cried out for more, that I wasn’t on the right path. I packed a bag and left that evening, made my way north figuring Skyrim could be a fresh start, perhaps even go all the way to High Rock. After a few days I made it to the border, got caught in an Imperial ambush and the rest is history…”

“And then the dragon in Helgen?”

“It was an eventful few weeks haha” Theodora laughed, the light coming back into her eyes. “I learned the Divines had not abandoned me, despite everything I had done, they still found me worthy.”

“Indeed my friend, you are more than worthy.”

“Erandur, I promise me you will not think differently of me now.”

Erandur smiles “oh course not my daughter, you and I are not so different. Perhaps if the Divines have found you worthy, Lady Mara may someday find me as well.”

“I have known a lot of priests Erandur, few have been as kind and devoted as you are, you are already forgiven my friend.” 

The dunmer chuckled “I can only hope Lady Mara is as gracious with me as you are my daughter.” 

“Even if she is not, I hope my faith in you will suffice.” Theodora looks at him, with her deep brown eyes staring into him, he feels as though she is seeing him, truly seeing him in a way no one has before. 

“It does my dear friend.”

[sonneillonv]

They left Zaelin's companions in the capable hands of Tyr's colleagues, to be shown to guest quarters. It didn't escape Zaelin that they were headed in an entirely different direction, but he didn’t protest. 

I need to have a few words with Dibella’s Chosen.

“I don’t suppose you could have a word with your goddess,” he said dryly. “Seeing as I never agreed to be ‘chosen’.” Tyr chuckled and slid his hand into Z’s, swerving to bump hips with him. “Yeah, well,” he demurred. “That might be my fault.”

“Oh?” Knowing Tyr couldn’t see his arched eyebrow, he made sure the acid in his tone conveyed it.

“I’m not a total dick,” Tyr confessed, pausing, pulling Zaelin in to face him. “It’s not like I didn’t know I was sending you into danger in my place. I asked Her to keep you safe. It’s what you do when you can’t be there to take care of someone - you pray.”

Z sighed heavily and draped his free arm around Tyr’s shoulders. “You and I both know the gods do as they will,” he said dryly. “They don’t concern themselves with the preferences of… smaller creatures. I understand there are larger problems in play, but one would think the goddess of love would care a little more about consent. If she doesn’t, I don’t see a practical difference between her and Sanguine.”

Tyr leaned in, expression gentle, one vulpine ear twitching. “You’re angry,” he said. Then his forehead touched Z’s, a ghost of the traditional tiefling head-bump, and he amended himself. “You’re scared.”

“Normally I would have said ‘no offense’ right about now,” Zaelin agreed. “Since she’s your goddess. But we’re getting past that and into, ‘I will chew my own leg off if I have to, to get her fucking hands off me’.”

To his credit, Tyr didn’t try to justify it. He let go of Z’s hand and slid his arm around his waist. “You sound like Hell,” he said. “And you smell worse. I think you need a good meal, a long soak, a massage, and a full night’s sleep, in that order.”

“Is that all?” Z asked, amused.

“Was there something else you wanted?” Tyr gave him a beat to look sour about the riposte, then leaned in and murmured against his ear, “I mean, I could guarantee a good night’s sleep by wringing orgasms out of you until your eyes cross, but I know how you feel about being presumed-upon. So I figured I’d leave that up to you.”

He chuffed a soft laugh. “... We’ll see.”

“Exactly,” Tyr agreed readily. “We’ll see. But the rest is a prescription, and I intend to make sure you follow it. C’mon,” he coaxed, tugging Zaelin into motion again. “I told them to set up dinner in my rooms.”

“Hosting me personally? Smacks of favoritism,” Z commented.

“It is.”