#ah well I'm the Dragonborn I do what I want

[syxnewt]

I think I gave mehrune's dagger to my kid in skyrim

[jhunals]

team dragonborn dashboard simulator

(in which the gang discuss the thalmor, rumarin tries something new, an alpha male ventures over to tumblr, and the ldb has a rough time)

[part 2]

🗡️ dragonguard_kaidan Follow

I want everyone to know that @ thlmr.tal has a history of racist behavior, and you can see it clearly in his old posts. It's not a surprise that he still wears the robes of an organization known for gen*cide.

🐱 thlmr.tal Follow

You scrolled past all the pictures of my cats on my blog to get to my old posts (from years ago, mind you), and you still left salty?

🌱 greenauri Follow

that in no way excuses what kaidan accused you of?

🐱 thlmr.tal Follow

Ah. Well, I have a knack for brushing off my problematic elements.

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🌼 prince.cary Follow

just as a reminder, i am no longer affiliated with the thalmor. in fact, i actively speak out against them quite often.

🌼 prince.cary

update: my father found my blog and thereby my location due to the attention this post got. will be going offline for a while

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👹 rumarin Follow

about to try this new type of skooma since i don't see anyone else doing it

👹 rumarin

this skooma aint shit

👹 rumarin

who am i . what am ido ing here?

👹 rumarin

ithink i i h9 myslef

👹 rumarin

hmster

👹 rumarin

th dragobnorn wasrigh .t i tinki shld see a teraphist

👹 rumarin

update: it went well 👍

🐉 ldb Follow

ru what the fuck

🥴 elffcker96 Follow

we love you king but you should get help

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😈 bluecatinigo Follow

INIGO THE BRAVE

Volume II, Part V

Inigo was meandering past a farm, when suddenly he was caught in a surprise rainstorm. He ran for cover on the farm's porch, and the door promptly opened behind him. Within stood a tall farmer of unspecified gender and race.

"Come in, friend! The rain can be dreadful, but I have made some soup to get the chill out," said the farmer.

Inigo was grateful for the hospitality, and he followed the farmer inside.

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📜 scholarlucien Follow

Enlightening update! I did not see the plot twist coming. Glad Inigo survived that dragon attack :)

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🌱 greenauri Follow

i'm tired of EVERYTHING. i want to leave this party right now.

🌱 greenauri

yes, inigo and lucien were eating sweetrolls in front of me again

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🐺 rangerbishop Follow

A woman in a tavern is a red flag. I saw three yesterday laughing together at the Sleeping Giant Inn and I immediately knew something was up. Avoid these wenches at all costs. All they want is your coin.

🪲 thecuntress Follow

yesss pop off king

👑 sapphicmonarch Follow

saw this guy getting his ass kicked by a MUDCRAB on my way to markarth. in case ur wondering i did not help him

🌩️ drowstorm Follow

this dude asked me out. he made me pay for both our drinks btw

🗡️ dragonguard_kaidan Follow

go to hell you you piece of hsit

🐊 lucifer.the.argonian Follow

you know this site is predominantly non-men right? idk what kind of audience you were expecting but you will not find it here

👊 mickeysdicksmasherthelorefriendlykhajiit Follow

this mf needs to SHUT UP

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🐱 thlmr.tal Follow

reblog if you would fuck the LDB

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taliesin why would you post this

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I need to scout out my competition.

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urls (some are a little on the nose lol):

ldb = the last dragonborn

dragonguard_kaidan = kaidan

thlmr.tal = taliesin

greenauri = auri

prince.cary = caryalind thallery

rumarin = rumarin duh

bluecatinigo = inigo

scholarlucien = lucien

rangerbishop = bishop from skyrim romance mod

lucifer.the.argonian = lucifer (the argonian)

mickeysdicksmasherthelorefriendlykhajiit = based on foulserpent (on tumblr)'s dragonborn and their video series on bishop

all other urls = random npcs

[yearningaces]

Surprise surprise I love Baldurs Gate 3

Officially, I adore Gale and Karlach the most. But of course, our resident Vampiric bastard has wormed his way into my heart.

Today though, idk if I'm pleased or shocked to say a one off conversation with Astarion at the beginning of the game has made me question my gender as it is.

I was playing a male dragonborn durge (fav option so far but I only did fem/neutral pronouns in my last 2 playthroughs.) And when Astarion talks about death options if you turn into a mind flayer, you can ask how he wants you to kill him. He says he'd like to see you try, "my dear". If you have a male tav/durge. He says "my boy"

I sat staring at my computer for ten minutes because it was such a casual delivery and it made me feel many things I wasn't prepared to feel

So have my written rendition of that scenario

Talks of gender- reader is described as female at birth while looking more masculine but uncaring of gender with a revelation over how nice it is to be referred to with male pronouns

Reader beyond that isn't described at all

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"Oh, my boy, I'd like to see you try."

One comment from your newest traveling companion was all it took to send your mind spiralling. The pale elf had struck you up with a conversation about how best to kill you should the tadpole take effect and turn you into a mind flayer.

An amusing topic if the risk of reality didn't exist. Only once you questioned how he'd prefer you kill him should the scenario take place for him instead, his remark left you frozen in place.

Not fear, nor anger, but a state of shock over a term. 'My Boy.'

Truly you never looked feminine, that was a simple fact. But you were born with a girls body. With a longstanding confusion in regards to gender, evolving to acceptance of the fact that you held no care for how you were referred to, or with what pronouns, obviously you were open to most any. But those who'd known you knew your biological gender, and referred to you strictly as such- even when you'd say they could refer to you as any and all of them.

Astarion, as he'd just met you and had only seen you in bulky armor- didn't know of the biological gender and took a well given assumption. And the assumption being used so casually, even if slightly mocking set your mind into a silent frenzy of questioning and wonder as to why it sounded so right...

After a few moments of you staring like a deer in the headlights at the rogue, he tilted his head- not in concern, but confusion. Surely such a remark hasn't frightened you that badly? Not after the battle prowess he'd seen in you, hence his newfound decision to be on your good side. After all, a good meat shield went far in many a scenario.

"Ah, dear boy, don't tell me you've gone shy now?" His voice rings out with an impish grin, both amused, and curious as his hands gesture out to you. Such curiosity grows all the more when your gaze becomes all the more startled.

How intriguing...

After another moment, you take a breath, calming what little you could of your racing mind. "Astarion-"

The elf's grin grew as his hands clasped behind his back, almost innocent in posture if not for the expression he wore, amused and entertained at your sudden state of being despite not knowing the cause. "Yes, darling?"

Your voice faltered, you could say you're technically a girl, but that it was interesting being referred to as a boy... Or you could say nothing and experiment with letting someone refer to you as such for however long you'd like.

After another moment of silent pondering, you make your decision. "Nothing, you've just given me something to think about." A vague answer, yet an honest one.

Regardless, Astarion's prior amusement morphs into pure curiosity. "Oh? Do tell, now you have me intrigued." His hand rests on his cheek as though listening to the newest gossip.

You watch his red eyes focus more intently, never one to ignore something someone is hesitant to say. With a sigh, you decide it's probably harmless, not a big ordeal truly. Taking a deep breath, you speak. "I've hardly ever given two shits about gender, but you just called me a boy."

The pale elf tilts his head, the slightest hint of confusion forming in his eyes before it's masked once more, a minute weakness scarcely shown. "Yes, I did didn't I? That is what you are, is it not?"

His question send a surprisingly delightful jolt through your heart. More emotions to unpack at a later time. For now, you remained as collected as you could, which was very little given sudden realizations. "Yes and no? I do not care for gender nor it's presentation, I've always said any could refer to me however they please... But I've almost exclusively been referred to with feminine terms, despite my appearance simply due to the circumstances of my birth... You have been the first to refer to me as anything else." The facts are easy to state, the emotions? Not so much "It... Has given me much to think of -a welcome reprieve of only thinking of these blasted tadpoles- but not one I was expecting to have to negate through."

Through the explanation though, Astarion's expression has morphed slightly less the usual impish grin, and something more patient. There's little understanding in his eyes, but even he can tell this is important, not something to be mocked... yet. "Well, if it's all the same to you, I'll continue to refer to you as such until you say otherwise or have figured out this little conundrum of yours."

It's really as understanding as your newest companion has ever been, even if only slightly so. But from what little you've spoken to him, you can tell he's being sincere. It's nice, in a way. No huge reaction, but a simple one that still shows acceptance and support. How perfectly fit for the rogue you know so little about no matter how much he talks. "I'd appreciate it. I think it'll help hearing that until I can figure everything out... Thank you."

"But of course, dear boy-" Astarion, in true eccentric fashion, bows, arms held out to the side for just a moment until he rises again with the return of his usual grin. "What ever else is good company for?"

It's not a reveal of your deepest yearnings, it's no grand acceptance and celebration for the discovery of someone's truest or newest self, but it's your first moment of knowing there's something more to yourself. It's an unspoken acceptance from someone who will over time grow to mean so much to you, even if you don't know it yet.

It's little, only a moment.

But it's more than enough.

[mareenavee]

Snippets Someday

Howdy again :> I was tagged by @dirty-bosmer to share more snippets. I'm also mid ground-up edit and even during the course of this, I can see the level ups so I'm happy to share. Picking a favorite chapter is HARD though, I must say. While I'm in it, it's hard to see what makes a chapter a favorite, but during the editing process, sometimes certain turns of phrase really make me proud of my past self and my last three braincells :> I think this should be normalized. Our writing is good and worthy and we are all doing our best.

Tagging the most esteemed: @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @thana-topsy, @polypolymorph, @thequeenofthewinter, @snippetsrus, @rhiannon1199, @oblivions-dawn, @airiat, @the-storytellers-seer, @archangelsunited, @inquisition-dragonborn, @saltymaplesyrup, @friend-of-giants, @gilgamish, @tallmatcha, @miraakulous-cloud-district, @kookaburra1701, @rainpebble3 and HONESTLY anyone else who wants to play this game! Tag me back so I can read more snippets!!

Rules:

Rules: Revisit an old fic (or earlier chapters of your current WIP) and share a snip from: * Your first chapter * Your favorite chapter * Your most challenging chapter Alternatively, if you don't write longfic, feel free to share your one-shots. Provide as much or as little commentary as you want.

Under the cut for snips from The World on Our Shoulders!

First Chapter: Chapter 1 - Prologue (Ah. The drama. Laid out like a picnic. Immediately. Without holding anything back.)

It had been months now, time inching ever closer to a year away. The last letter she wrote home to him was before the most recent complication to their situation. It had been filled with lies, of course, as most of her correspondence had been for some time now. He wrote all the time, even when he had no word from her. Though he was always reaching, even in the distance, as far away as she could keep him, it had become so easy to ignore his hands. She stooped with just a small bit of discomfort and picked up the soft shirt she had been drying in the sun. She had already wrapped her chest, and packed away her lighter armor for travel which had been scrubbed clean. Next to her bag, a crumpled letter, smoothed over many times, lay taunting her to read it again. The ink was smeared in places, perhaps written hastily and folded before it had a chance to dry. He hadn’t bothered to use the good parchment this time, either. She looked over the correspondence once again, searching and not finding anything of interest or note. There was nothing between these lines. That was part of the problem. He commented once again on the last letter she sent, and then begged her to come home. She had burned a thousand of these. Maybe not that many, but enough. And she never answered the persistent question: when? Because the answer, after a time, had become never. And Nyenna wasn’t sure how to phrase that nicely. There likely wasn’t a way.

Favorite Older Chapter: Chapter 8 - Haunted by the Ghost of You (I have a couple more new favorites but this did mention older chapters. I enjoy the ache of these doomed ships so here we are.)

Athis was exhausted. The weight of his thoughts, his worries, his sadness had him crumbling. Once, he could have turned to her and she’d take it all away. One kiss, one glance, and he would be okay again. She was his home, his shelter, his safety. He thought he’d given her that, too, but like with everything else, her path had taken this from her as well. Nowhere felt like home, once again, for either of them. That emptiness was tearing into his soul at this point. It had been just like before he even made it to Skyrim. Nothingness. Hopelessness. He couldn’t help inviting it in. There was nobody else in here, anyway. He had tried to push the bad memories away from him all this time, but in the void, they crept back in. Reminded him of all his terror, ceaseless in their torment. He sighed and leaned his forehead against his arms as he curled in on himself. “I can’t do this by myself, love. I really need you here,” he whispered to the ghost of the girl he remembered, singing in the kitchen with autumn eyes full of love and hope. She didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Wouldn’t. She was gone, and Athis knew no matter when Nyenna next came home, that girl in his memories would never, ever return.

Challenging Older Chapter: Chapter 12 - What Am I Capable Of? (Arguments, arguments, arguments. Hard to get into the headspace of.)

“I choose what I do with my life,” he insisted, trying hard and failing to keep the bitterness out of his voice. “You don’t get to tell me who and what I am capable of saving, even if you are this legendary hero.” And he knew they were fighting words. He knew because lately, especially, things being wrested out of her control caused so much pain and confusion. It was a sore point, an argument waiting to happen no matter who was on the other end. She did level her gaze on him again, and this time he could see a malice behind it, even if it did not belong entirely to her. “So you would have me relive this fear every battle? You would distract me from what I’m supposed to do just because you think I need to be saved?” she said, words icy. And he didn’t mean that, no. He knew she was deflecting. Trying to cover up her uncertainty, her hesitancy. The fact that she didn’t believe in herself, not even a whit, even when he knew she should. “Is that how you see me, Nyenna? A distraction?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed. It hurt to dig like this, but they were her words. Could she not hear how absurd this all sounded? She exhaled through her nose. Crossed her arms over her chest. Looked away. “There were minutes in our last fight where I couldn’t be sure if you were alive or dead,” she said after a moment, shoulders sagging under the weight of the revelation. “It was like I was back at the border, watching Eris be cut down, taken from me forever, and all I could do was keep running. I had to leave him behind – couldn’t help even if I knew the magic then. And the ghost of that decision has stayed with me. It is unceasing, relentless fear, Athis. I can’t just make it go away. It’s always on my mind. What could happen to you is always on my mind.” She didn’t exactly answer the question, nor did she apologize for her turn of phrase. But this was the heart of it. Fear. Something he could understand. He peeled one of her hands away from herself and held it in his.

[quicksilverdrabbles]

Riften 'Guard': Before I let you into Riften, you need to pay the visitor's tax.

Gaia: Hm? A tax?

Riften 'Guard': For the privilege of entering the city.

Gaia: *looking up at the stone walls of Riften* ... I hardly think Riften is worth a visitor's tax.

Riften 'Guard': Are you insulting my city, lass?

Gaia: I would never, sir. It's just that, of all the cities I have been to, which amounts to a total of four so far, I would say the only one actually worth a tax would be the likes of Whiterun.

Riften 'Guard': Sounds like an insult to me. Either way, no tax, no entry.

Inigo: How exactly did you get into Riften last time, my friend?

Kaidan: She, er.. Found another 'entry point'. Charged through Black Briar Meadery.

Riften 'Guard': You what-

Gaia: I see no issue. I was not trespassing, I visited during their opening hours.

Lucien: And got us banned.

Kaidan: The mead isn't that good anyways.

Gaia: There is no reason for Riften to enforce a tax on its visitors. I am convinced this is what humans call a 'shakedown'.

Riften 'Guard': Call it what you want. Give me the gold or leave.

Gaia: ... No, I don't think I will. Goodbye. *turns and walks away, the others following*

Taliesin: Wow. That was pathetic.

Gaia: I am not skilled in Speechcraft. I am told my voice is very monotonous, so it is hard for me to persuade people.

Kaidan: I've heard you change the pitch of your voice to convey other emotions, though.

Gaia: That is not supposed to happen.

Taliesin: Do you at least have another plan to get in? You said we have business here.

Gaia: ... How fast is your running speed?

Taliesin: ... That depends.

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Team Dragonborn: *thrown out of Black Briar Meadery by Indaryn*

Indaryn: AND STAY OUT!

Kaidan: Well that didn't work.

Lucien: Lady Black-Briar is going to have us on her hit list at this point.

Gaia: You said you can run fast.

Taliesin: Not when I'm being chased by Riften guards in an enclosed space!

Inigo: We need another plan. I do not want to give even a rusty Septim to that arrogant gate guard. He did not even smell like a guard.

Lucien: Guards have a smell?

Gaia: Rerouting... The only way I can see forward is to give him the money. None of us passed his Speech check.

Kaidan: Still lost on what that means.

Taliesin: Oh shut up, you tried to scare the rat into submission and made him angry.

Xelzaz: *walking across the Riften docks, writing in a journal, not noticing the team sitting on the floor yet*

Kaidan: At least I didn't scream like a wee lass when a guard grabbed me.

Taliesin: I did NOT scream like a little girl, you brute!

Gaia: Your vocal pitch came very close to that of a child.

Inigo: Indeed. I thought someone had accidentally kidnapped a child.

Lucien: Do you think we could scale the walls without anyone noticing?

Gaia: No. Regular patrols are routed along the top every hour.

Inigo: Damn.

Xelzaz: *trips over Inigo's tail and falls over* Ow!

Inigo: Ouch! Hey, watch the tail!

Xelzaz: Oh dear, I am so sorry! I'm afraid I was rather lost in thought, I didn't see your... er.. *frowns, looking at everyone on the ground* You.. What are you all doing down here anyways?

Gaia: We were forcibly removed from the premises.

Xelzaz: Why?

Lucien: We tried to bypass the visitor's tax at the gates and enter through the Meadery.

Xelzaz: Ah, you must mean that rather irritable guard. Yes, I encountered him too.

Kaidan: Yeah, well, we don't want to have to give money to someone like him, so we're trying to find a different way.

Xelzaz: That seems like a horrible hassle to go through to save a few Septims.

Lucien: Ahaaa, well, to put it bluntly..

Gaia: Our combined funds are approximately 86 Septims. We would be broke if we gave him his tax.

Xelzaz: I see... Might I offer a suggestion?

Taliesin: I think at this point they would do anything but pay him. Go on.

Xelzaz: I recently brewed a fresh batch of Telvanni Bug Musk. I would be glad to offer it for your use to enter the city.

Inigo: Telvanni what-

Lucien: Telvanni??? Like House Telvanni of Morrowind??

Xelzaz: Ah yes, I suppose I neglected to introduce myself. I am Xelzaz, a Lawman of House Telvanni.

Taliesin: ?? But you are an Argonian. I didn't realize they allowed non-natives to ascend the ranks of House.

Xelzaz: It is a bit uncommon, but not unheard of. I happen to be rather competent in my selected fields of study.

Kaidan: Those being?

Xelzaz: Alchemy and magic study.

Kaidan: Ah, of course.

Gaia: Kaidan does not like magic.

Xelzaz: Hmph. Like all Nords, it seems.

Kaidan: I'm not a Nord.

Lucien: It is rather ironic, though. Taliesin and I both use magic as a primary combat resource.

Xelzaz: I'm rather partial to fire magic myself.

Kaidan: Egh, even worse.

Gaia: I believe we were talking about this 'Bug Musk'?

Xelzaz: Ah, yes. It will make you more attractive to other people. In turn, they become more agreeable and are more willing to do things for you. Such as, say, overlook a visitor's tax?

Lucien: Oh, brilliant! We'll take it!

Xelzaz: *pulls the bottle away from Lucien* Ah, forgive me, but I'm afraid this comes with a bit of a favor on my end. Call it bargaining, if you will.

Gaia: Yes, I assumed there would be a catch to this. What is it you require, then?

Xelzaz: See, I am actually on my way to High Rock to meet with a superior of mine. I could have travelled by boat, but this is my first time leaving Morrowind in quite some time, so I am looking to travel before I arrive at High Rock. Therefore, I am looking for a 'guide', of sorts. Someone who may know the land better than I.

Taliesin: All that for some bug musk?

Xelzaz: The musk is not all I would offer. As I said, I am a very competent alchemist, as well as a chef. I can cook and make potions, and I am also an avid fighter.

Kaidan: Well, it wouldn't be the first time we were hired as tour guides.

Gaia: Correct.

Lucien: Ahaa..

Taliesin: It seems like the best choice, right now.

Gaia: A new path has been revealed. Probability of Success: 92%. We accept.

Xelzaz: Excellent. Here is the Telvanni Bug Musk. *hands the bottle over to Gaia* All you have to do is apply some to your wrists and neck. The effects will last for an hour.

Gaia: Thank you, Xelzaz.

Xelzaz: My pleasure. If I may, what was it a moment ago when you spoke the probability of success? Your voice changed.

Gaia: I am a Dwemer Gynoid. Not human, or elf. A machine. My name is Gaia.

Kaidan: Oh, you've finally ditched that Greeting Protocol thing?

Gaia: I felt it caused some discourse to onlookers.

Taliesin: I think Calcelmo just about fainted when you told him you were a machine.

Xelzaz: A Dwemer Gynoid? How interesting. Your appearance is uncanny to that of the recorded appearance of Snow Elves.

Gaia: They were the model for my design, yes.

Inigo: Does this mean we can get off of the floor now?

Kaidan: Yep, up and at 'em. Time to go and get that guard to let us in this damn city.

[umbracirrus]

Random Friday WIP go-

I have had just a massive writing inspiration moment today after about two, three weeks of just having no writing fuel (hence why I've been drawing my OCs!). And because I'm really happy with this and the turn in events, I want to share some of my WIP today.

I'm trying to write some of the story of my Dragonborn Aevra, and I'm actually hoping to maybe post the first chapter of it soon because things are going very well with gettng it written! It's going to be called 'As a leaf would scatter to the wind'... I just kind of liked the visualisation of a leaf getting blown around matching Aevra trying to get her life in order with the chaos which unfolds around her.

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"Ah, General… Not too long ago, we received a missive addressed to you. I am glad that you arrived when you did, I was just about to have a soldier carry the message to Solitude for your attention," the Legate stated as he approached the General, the only person of the convoy who had so far dismounted their horse upon their arrival. "Here."

Tullius frowned as he took the rolled-up parchment from the Altmer's hand, before unfurling it where he stood. There was a slight tension as he then released the bottom of the paper, allowing it to naturally start curling back up, and clenched his fist by his side. He then turned around, and cast his eyes across them all. "There has been a change in plan. We are no longer escorting the prisoners to Cyrodiil." Quiet whispers were cast between soldiers who were close enough to each other to talk. Had something happened? Was the missive directly from the Emperor? Were they needed elsewhere? "We shall instead be making our way to Helgen, where preparations are being put into place to… pass on judgement."

That particular phrasing, and the tension in his tone of voice conveyed to Aevra exactly what wasn't being said. She had no doubt that many other of her fellow soldiers also knew what was being implied. Her hands tightened around the reins of her horse as she took in a quiet but sharp inhale.

The prisoners were to be executed.

Silence hung heavy and thick over the group, until the General gave a brisk "as you were," to everyone, which set forth the bustle of unpacking any carts and wagons, checking over supplies, ensuring that the prisoners were moved somewhere secure for the night, and setting up tents to account for the camp exceeding capacity until they were ready to move on to Helgen.

Aevra quietly dismounted her horse, then reached into a small pack attached to the saddle to pull out a carrot to feed him before she took him to the camp stable for the night. She smiled and gently patted at his mane as he ate, before giving him a tired smile. "I wonder if you are aware of the part we have played in history over these past few days, boy…" She closed her eyes as she got yet another nicker in response, most likely a request to feed him the rest of the carrot over continuing her musing. She extended her hand out for him to get what he wanted, but continued nonetheless. "These old bones of mine have taken part in far too many 'once-in-a-lifetime' historic events already. What's one more, hm?"

The horse nuzzled at her after a few more moments of standing there, and she took that as a sign of needing to get moving. There were things to do, and she wasn't going to accomplish any of them if she were to remain stood still.

Just as she went to move, she heard a voice to her side.

"Soldier, before you go-" She paused as she looked at the General, who was now stood in her vicinity and looking directly at her, making her curious as to what he was wanting to say. In that brief, quiet moment, another soldier approached her, and quickly offered to take her horse off her hands as he took his own horse to the stables. As she handed over the reins, the General gave his orders. "I need you to go and get us some more firewood. I don't doubt that Legate Fasendil doesn't have enough for the extra numbers in the camp tonight. If we have none spare, chop some – and be quick about it. How you Nords can stand this cold, I have no idea..."

Nodding at her orders, having to stop herself from chuckling at his mumbling afterwards about the temperature which she was presumably not meant to have heard, she made her way over to where she knew the quartermaster to be holed up from her previous stint in the camp a few months back. He would know if there was enough wood, and would most certainly have an axe to spare if there wasn't.

A simple, menial job to get her mind off what was to come. There was nothing better. It would make the nice, warm meal afterwards all the more deserved.

[voxblade]

You seem to reblog a decent amount of Skyrim from me now so I need you to give me your fav random piece of lore or knowledge or anything about any elder scrolls anything (I fully expect you to just make something up entirely)

Make that pieces, because I can't answer anything short form to save my life and there's a lot I've scrambled together overtime. Uhhh...

- I half-remember reading that apparently the dwarves were SO ATHEIST that when they found proof that gods existed, they went "fuck that" and yeeted themselves out of the continuity and into another dimension or something

- the dragonborn's power is shouts. I understand that they are divine or some shit and taken from an ancient draconic language or w/e but I refuse to believe at least one of those shouts isn't them screaming

"THAT'S MY OPINION"

(Or that at least it isn't a mod)

- there are some dudes called the nords and they collectively are the CEOs of racism. the whole of the nords. All of them.

- you can kill a dragon voiced by super mario himself. given that Italians are inherently evil, killing him appears to be the correct moral choice.

- The jester man you like is a mama's boy and the MILF in question is basically a weird shriveled raisin thing that lives in a coffin. #Hotgirl-goals. He also feeds cats to rats?? According to another mutual??? which as a fan of cats makes me sad, but as an even bigger fan of rats I find oddly cathartic, in a juvenile way. My babies have long been overdue for revenge for the billions of beautiful lives lost to cruel nature and cruel fate. Yes. Reverse the food chain. I hope they eat humans next. (Assuming this is even real.)

- there's some fucking guy you hate named Jason or something who wants to be a big deal but he's an absolutely terrible companion and he dies to fucking everything. He's not even cute in a pathetic meow meow way? Which sounds like me to be honest. Maybe I kin him without realizing. You don't know. I don't know.

- There is a long and arduous side quest not many players know about. In Whiterun, if you leave the Bannered Mare, there's a 1 in 76 chance you will find a strange NPC called Thes waiting by the door. If interacted with, Thes will ask the player a series of strange questions to try to get to know their character. Should the player answer to Thes's liking, he will say "ah. You've also lost the use for truth. This will serve you well". Thes will leave after saying this and the player will unlock the Kindred Spirit quest. It's a bit clunky from this point on, but essentially, you have various markers on your map to track down, each promising something "new", but whenever you get close to them, the positions will move and cannot be found, even through cheats. What the player must do is try for the same rolling chance that summoned Thes in the first place by entering and leaving the Bannered Mare over and over again, except when they succeed the roll this time, Thes will be replaced by a new identical character with a new name, insisting his name is Da. Da will ask the player if they are having any trouble meeting the objectives and the player has the option to call him out. This will learn a laugh ("but they just work! What's the commotion?"), and Da eventually adds a new marker to the map, this one leading towards the Den of Falsehoods (this is commonly confused with the Liar's Retreat). To make a long story short, this is also bullshit but I'm getting tired of summarizing. After a bunch of bullshit, at the end of the quest, Da will be waiting for the player in the core of the den, this time named "Beth". When confronted this time, "Beth" will talk to the player about the nature of truth and falsehood and the player can ask for them to reveal their true name. "Beth" will comply, but only after asking if you would ever love a liar like him. If you say no, "Beth" will nod and say he understands and also will tell the player to be excited for Fallout 76. This is very curious, and possibly reference to Bethesda's other franchise, Fallout, and its entry Fallout 76, which wasn't in development when Skyrim was first released. "Beth" will then leave the game and cannot be found again. If the player says yes, "Beth" thanks them and reveals their true face: a curious npc named Todd Howard. Todd Howard apologizes for his lies but curiously will not give the player any sort of reward for having done the quest. It is also possible from this point to marry him if the player is so inclined. This is ill advised, because Todd Howard will keep all of the money from whatever business he opens and he never sleeps, which some players reportedly find creepy.

- I like that little freak the adoring fan and how you can make him run off a cliff

- there is a mod (???) that lets you summon Santa Claus like a primordial ancient demon and I think it works for him. Santa really served cunt in that mod.

- Sheogoraths line of "CHEESE, FOR EVERYONE!!!" may be indicative of the fact he likes cheese.

[kagedbird]

TESSDE AU (+Taliesin teehee)

Team Dragonborn (Kaidan, Inigo, Lucien, Taliesin, and Allora) walking through the forest west of Morthal after checking in with the Jarl; suddenly hear a dog barking

Taliesin: Gods, that sounds far too close. Mangy mutts are everywhere in Skyrim.

Allora: I'm not the biggest fan of dogs myself, but that sounds especially harsh. What if someone is in trouble?

Taliesin: Of course they are! They have a dog. There's bound to be trouble with that.

Kaidan: *nudges Taliesin roughly with his arm, smirking* Afraid of a simple hound, ey? I'll be sure t'keep that in mind next time you start spoutin' off some heinous shite.

Taliesin: Do anything of the sort, and I'll sooner feed you to one of those disgusting creatures.

Lucien: *leaning close to Allora* Did you want to go check it out?

Allora: Yes please. Be my guard?

Lucien: Erm... of course! But, uh, perhaps Inigo would like to join us?

Inigo: *meanders closer to the two, ignorining Taliesin and Kaidan's bickering* Gladly. Those two are giving me a bit of a headache. Not that the barking is much better.

Allora: Sorry. Let's see what the puppy is up to. Hopefully it's not injured...

The trio make their way into a shack, and see a long (?) dead individual on a bed, with a journal nearby. A dog sits at the side of the bed, whining and barking at its previous master to get up.

Lucien: Oh, poor thing... wonder how long he's been alone like this.

Allora: *gently picks up the journal and reads through it, flinching a little as the dog noses her leg* A-ah, hi... puppy... one second, okay? *awkwardly smiles at the dog before reading and frowns*

Inigo: Is something the matter?

Allora: No, the owner just mentions something called Rockjoint. I don't know what it is, but it seems to have killed him. The dog's name is Meeko, I think.

Meeko: Bark! *happy tail wag, noses her leg again*

Allora: *awkwardly laughs and just as awkwardly pats Meeko's head* Hi... Meeko. I'm sorry to say, but your owner... isn't getting back up.

Meeko: *sad dog whines*

Allora: *beyond stunned* ...Can you understand me?

Meeko: *tilts his head curiously*

Allora: ...huh. Well, uh... *turns to the boys* I don't feel right leaving him here...

Lucien: I'm sure we can find some child in need of a trusty, flea ridden companion!

Inigo: *frowns* Yes, and the spot for this group has been taken.

Allora: *laughs momentarily before freezing* ...you're not joking are you?

Inigo: Not at all. We... are friends and companions, yes?

Lucien: I think she meant the fleas...

Taliesin: *shouting outside* We are not taking the dog!!

(Narrator: They took the dog. Both he and Inigo got a flea bath from Allora. They were very fluffy and poofy afterwards.)

[ladytanithia]

Writing WIP Wednesday (10/4 good buddy)

I wasn't going to share this week, because I feel like people are tired of Miranja - and me. But I can't help myself. I just hope that @thequeenofthewinter will forgive me for this snippet. This is a different Ulfric in a different reality. ;-) And yes, @dirty-bosmer, there's your favorite line again, haha!

Just got home from work and haven't checked my notifications yet, so I don't know who, if anyone, has tagged me yet. I'm just tagging everyone. :-D

@guarmommy @gwilin-stay-winnin @mareenavee @skyrim-forever @thana-topsy @thechaosdragoness

For Chapter 19 of The Best-Laid Plans Oft Go Awry

When Miranja entered the Palace of the Kings, Ulfric and Galmar were heading into the war room. She followed, waiting for a break in their conversation so she could address Ulfric. To her surprise, he spoke to her first this time, a brief but unmistakable glint of lust in his eyes. “If it isn’t my ‘friend’ from Helgen again. You just can’t stay away from here, can you?” His curious gaze traveled down her body and back up again, surely wondering what she was wearing beneath her long wool cloak. “So, have you finally decided to join me in the fight against the Imperial dogs who nearly put you to death?”

“I’ve come hoping to join you, yes, but not in the war.” Miranja swallowed, feeling a little ridiculous now that she was here facing him. Hopefully, the worst he’d do was tell her no and laugh her out of the place.

Ulfric became irritated. “If you’re not for me, you’re against me. What are you talking about?”

Miranja glanced self-consciously at Galmar. “Could I maybe talk to you in private, please?”

Ulfric, too, glanced at Galmar for a moment, then turned back to her with a puzzled, expectant look. “Whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of Galmar.”

Oh, that wasn’t what she wanted. For a moment, she considered just leaving. Maybe she could try again some other time, when he and Galmar were not together. But when had she ever seen them apart? And she was wearing her most attractive dress and a little makeup… She gathered her courage, took a deep breath, and forged ahead, removing her cloak as she spoke, revealing her tavern dress and a large portion of her rosy flesh.

“I’m just going to come right out and say it. I’m sure you have dozens of women who throw themselves at you already, but I just want to tell you that I find you outrageously attractive and I’d just like to sleep with you if you’ll have me. Selfish, yes. But there has to be a little pleasure to break up the monotony of misery and death.”

Ulfric looked surprised and actually laughed, and she prepared to be ordered out.

“You’re absolutely right.” Ulfric smiled, and Miranja was gratified to see that lustful twinkle back in his eyes. “You have more stones than Galmar over there. And you’re a lot better looking, too.”

Galmar grumbled and voiced his misgivings. “Ulfric, this Imperial harlot may be a spy, sent to get close to you to assassinate you. Don’t let your little head think for your big one.”

Ulfric had started reaching out to touch Miranja’s hair, but he stopped at Galmar’s words and dropped his arm. “Would you like to search her first, Galmar?”

“She’s the Dragonborn,” Galmar pointed out. “She doesn’t need a weapon to kill you. You, of all people, should recognize that.”

“Ah, Galmar,” Ulfric sighed. “That is why you are my right-hand man. I bow to your counsel. But there is more than one way to have a woman. Bind her and gag her.”

Miranja had figured that going alone and without armor would make her appear less threatening, but she obviously hadn’t thought this through as well as she should have. She honestly had no intention of assassinating Ulfric – yet – but of course, they wouldn’t know that. And she’d left Erik back at the Candlehearth to wait for her, so she was on her own here.

Ulfric stepped close and held the back of her head while stuffing his handkerchief into her mouth with his other hand. Galmar roughly grabbed her arms, and a Stormcloak commander she hadn’t even noticed was in the room tied her wrists snugly with a sturdy leather strap and a clever knot. Having her arms tied behind her back forced her chest out, and Ulfric’s eyes shifted downward, but he continued to hold her still while Galmar went on to secure the handkerchief in her mouth with another leather strap stretched across her mouth and tied behind her head. He wasn’t at all careful about it; her hair was caught uncomfortably in the knot and pulled when she moved.

Now Ulfric took hold of the lock of hair he’d been reaching for, lifting it to his nostrils and smelling the lavender she always used. He leaned in closer and nuzzled her ear, sucking on the flesh of her neck. Her heartbeat quickened at his closeness, his warmth, his lips on her skin, the scent of him, masculine but not sweaty or rank.

“I prefer my women to be blonde Nords, but you’re still a comely lass,” he murmured throatily, pulling her against him so that she could feel his erection. “And just the very idea of the future High King and the Dragonborn… mmm… This will be a very pleasant diversion, even if the bards can never compose a song about it.”

[miraakulous-cloud-district]

For the dragon-themed ask game, I give Wing as well!!! (Don't we all crave to spoil our favourite scene every now and then? 😌)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!!💖💖 I've wanted to share this scene in forever! Sorry it took a while to answer this ask, but the scene needed lots of editing. It was one of those situations where I dropped everything and opened the notes app 🤣 I cannot wait for this scene to finally make it into Wherever you go, there you are.

Link to the ask game can be found here.

~

The night was young and the air was filled with sea breeze and that wonderful sound of a ship swaying in the water. Waves crashing, the deck creaking calmly and the sound of metal clanging filled the air.

"Your form is good. A bit chaotic, but good." Miraak says, nodding at his own sword.

"Well, I'll be damned." Ravonna pants. She was slightly bent, with her hands placed above her knees. "I did not expect you to be this good at this!"

He laughs, shaking his head. "Having a bigger brother and blunt, wooden swords as toys growing up will do that to you."

"I suppose it does." She smiles. After a moment, she decides to change the subject. "Well, if we sparred with two handed swords, I would've kicked your ass."

"Ah, yes. I forgot that since the Raven Rock mine incident, you're now a master two handed wielder as well." He says sarcastically. "Using it as a shield or with the help of telekinesis is... unique, I'll give you that."

"I'm going to assume that was a good thing, for both our sakes." She says and they both laugh. "Truth be told, as much as I love this -" she brings her sword to her face, inspecting it; It was a a duelling sword, very thin and almost harmless "-I don't think I'd ever choose it over my magic. One handed does make me feel like a cool pirate, it makes me feel like..." She trails off for a bit. "But it's not really who I am, is it?"

"It's true that you're a remarkable mage, Ravonna. One unlike any I've ever seen!" He says, making her blushy and giddy. "But are you a fully accomplished mage?"

Her smile and blush quickly dropped at that. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I think you know what I'm talking about."

"I am a master destruction mage! Need I remind you of our time in Apocrypha?"

"Yes, please do remind me of how many healing potions hindered you, slowing you down, taking sip after sip, looking rather un-mage-y for someone who calls herself a 'mage'." With fear of sounding condescending, he finally let his words out. It may upset her, but she needs to know, for her own good.

"I-" she tries to say something witty back, but finds herself at a loss. The bastard was right.

"Now, now. Lucky for you, I'm right here. There is no better time, so let me show you a more advanced trick of the trade." He drops his sword, making Ravonna confused, if anything. "Stab me."

"What?!"

"Come on! Take your sword. Run me through." He says, with his hands on his hips and ready.

"I don't think I want to do that."

"Very well. I'll just have to kill you then." He surprisingly says. Making a strong orb of lightning in his hand.

"What? No! Are you crazy?" She is dumbfounded. Completely.

"I am Dragonborn, too. The first. I can defeat Alduin by myself."

"But our deal!"

"'All's fair in love and war' I've read that somwhere... rather fitting. Now stab me before I strike you down with the mightiest lightning known to man or mer alike."

"You can't do that!"

"You seem to forget your mortality, Ravonna. STRUN-BAH-QO."

"NO!" The clouds quickly covered the moon and the lightning was gathering quickly in the sky, ready to strike.

"Come at me, witch!" Was all he needed to say for Ravonna to simply say 'Fuck this shit' and come charging at him. The long blade quickly makes contact with his abdomen, running him completely through, bringing them closer in the process. The storm was clearing off, his blood was slowly dropping on the floor and her hand was shaking violently around the sword that she still held in a death grip. Her hand was on his back, supporting him. This was too much.

"Heheheh" Miraak smiles and laughs, much to her horror.

"You happy now? You- I've just stabbed you!"

"Yes." He grins from ear to ear. "Don't worry. I'll be fine. I can take a stab wound." He leans on her more heavily and grunts. "Besides, you're going to heal me."

"What? Fenrik, I've never done that before!"

"Now's your perfect chance. Yay!"

"You're insane. You're crazier than me!"

"Now, now. Let's not exaggerate."

"I'm not exaggerating! I've never consented to stabbing, for fuck's sake!" At that, he laughs and coughs. Maybe now is not the best time to make him laugh? How on Nirn did she end up in this situation.

~

HOLY SHIT IT'S FINALLY OUT! I've been waiting to share this scene for sooooo long! Months! It will happen much later in the story, but it feels so good now that it's out! I cannot take all the credit, though, the scene is HEAVILY inspired by that one Our Flag Means Death "Stab me" scene.

[lemonandlime22]

Aw, well that's too bad cuz I had a really fun idea and I wanted to share. I'm gonna share anyway hehe--

So in Skyrim there is the protagonist who is called Dragonborn because they understands the language of dragons, using it many times to defeat them in battles. So I was thinking of Yuu quoting several "words" in the language of dragons that they remembers hearing in the game and seeing Malleus' reaction, because??? He doesn't understand anything??? The language used in the game doesn't even exist???

Basically this:

Malleus: Ah, what a lovely day, Child of man. Did you sleep well? (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

And Yuu, being a menace replies with a smile: Drem yol lok! :D

Malleus: Ah, um, I see. That's really good to know. Perhaps do you wish to go out with me later?

Yuu: Dovahzul!

Cue to Malleus having a breakdown cuz how do he explains that dragons don't have that language without killing his sweetheart joy??? Meanwhile Lilia is over there laughing cuz he had played or at least seen a gameplay of Skyrim

Also video about the dragon language cuz it's really funny. I wonder how the voice actors managed to scream those words without bursting out laughing lololol

OMG HAHHA HSURGHSRHHUGHJEN

That is so cute!! and so funny!

Just imagen Malleus goes to Lilia for help and he just starts talking in it too lmao! The absolute chaos is beautiful.

I don't think I would be able to get anything out without laughing if I tried lol

[zero-insignificance]

DND Recap: Seventeen

Cast includes: Rose the DM, Alfie (yours truly), Truk, Patrick, and Bob (split custody between me and Rose)

Last week we had to do a double cancelation of the session. The original session was on Truk's player's birthday which mad it Truk's birthday.

Truk’s favorite candy is those mythical grandma candies that are strawberries.

Alfie: *unwraps one of those candies* Truk: *was on the other side of the castle* Hello Alfie: *jumpscared* uh do you want one? Truk: Yes. Truk can teleport. Just to places or people who have a strawberry bonbon

Before the session I got a dm from Rose" Rose: Seventeen You are the doppelganger. Good luck. Your goal is simple, get the party to go inside the strange tent Me: Does "Alfie" have Cruncher? Rose: Cruncher is with fake Alfie but in a magical sleep Rose: I'm changing your goal. It's to get Truk alone and kill him on his birthday. You were sent by Thozall.

We open with Rose being like "Where did we leave off?"

We left off with the pie eating contest.

Patrick wanted to crush the ring toss but we forgot to take into account the fact that he has muscles now.

We open in some unknown room in the castle.

We chat about what we're doing next. We have to go to Philidelphia.

But it's Truk's birfday and the real Alfie is baking the cake.

They're all vibing and fake Alfonse it trying to figure out how to get Truk alone to stab.

An 8'3 red dragonborn enters the room and Truk pounces on them.

This is Bragar. He is the king's personal guard and has been in Russia for 200 years. His kill count is 641. And his weapon is a warhammer. He does not wear a shirt.

Alfie has him beat. Alfie has a kill count of 729.

He bows before "Alfie" and "Alfie" panics and gives him a pat on the head cuz he doesn't know the protocol.

"Alfie": What's your kill count? Bragar: 641 "Alfie": *knows that Alfie has a high kill count* I got you beat. 700. Bragar: .... Well, any friend of Truk's is under my protection.

Bragar: I'm good with my warhammer. Truk: I'm good with my hands! "Alfie": I'm good with my teeth. *frothing at the mouth slightly* Don't worry I got my shots. Patrick: Is that foam or whipped cream? Me: Rose? Is it foam or whipped cream? Rose: ... Me: Eh I'll flip a coin. *goes on the quest for a coin* Rose: Heads its rabies, tails it's whipped cream. Truk's player: I can flip a coin. Me: I got a coin! *flips* ... it's rabies! IT'S AN IMPOSTOR! And in that moment THE REAL ALFIE WALKS IN WITH THE CAKE- Alfie: Happy birthday- WHAT THE FUCK?! Patrick: OH NO! Who's the real Alfie?! Bob: *walks in in full drag* Happy birthday~ Why are there two husbands?

So, there are two Alfies. One with a floating cake near the door and the other with baby Cruncher in a baby Bjorn. Which Alfie is the real Alfie?

Alfie: HE HAS MY BABY- Patrick: Which Alfie is the real Alfie? "Alfie": I'm the real one! Alfie: Why did I have to be cloned? Bob: What the fuck? Alfie: They didn't even get my eyes right! Truk: What is my real name? On the count of three. one two THREE! Alfie: Truk Alberk. "Alfie": Jonathan.

Truk: Bragar? Bragar: Yes, my king? Truk's player has Bragar cast Fire Strike on "Alfie" Alfie: MY BABY- Bob: NO- Truk: I DID NOT REALIZE HE HAD THE BABY- Counter spell. Alfie does not have counterspell. In Truk's mind, Alfie would be able to dodge. Truk: Bragar? Bragar: Yes, my lord? Truk: I give you full permission to do whatever you want to that one. And Truk points to "Alfie" Bragar goes to smash and "Alfie" just goes "ah ah ah~ That wouldn't be fun~" And he vanishes TAKING THE FUCKING BABY WITH HIm-

Alfie: OH NO- MY BABY- Bob passes out. He is unconscious. Alfie is in full disassociation mode. "happy birthday happy birthday-"

A butler comes in. Truk is suspicious cuz they only had female maids when he was a kid. Zariel made a change in policy. The male butlers must wear femboy maid outfits. The butler is just like "I'm sorry. I'll change into my uniform..." and goes to a broom closet and comes back out in a femboy maid outfit. Bob: *wakes up* Slay Queen! *passes back out* Butler: Zariel really likes us to wear these outfits Sea Biscuit: *in human form, sashaying through the halls dolled up* Bob: *wakes up again* Slay queen! *passes out* Patrick: HE'S AWAKE- dammit. Patrick tries to slap Bob awake Me: Roll to hit. Patrick's player: 17. Me: That misses. Patrick: How the fuck did I miss? He's unconcious! Me: Roll to hit at advantage. Patrick's player: 21 and 23 Me: That misses Patrick's player: WHAT IS HIS AC??? Me: 24. Patrick lines his hand up to Bob's cheek and double checks realigns his hand and rears back and- Natural 1. Patrick impales his hand on a rusty nail. 3 piercing damage.

Truk yells at Bob like really loud. Con save at disadvantage. DC save 16. Me: 8. I'm not even going to bother rolling the second one. Bob jolts awake. Patrick does not notice and slaps Bob with an unarmed strike cuz he was just rolling strength. Natural 20. 6 slapping damage and Bob shouts "FUCK" in british.

Truk and Alfie get a message from Thozall. "I have the little one. I think they'll make a good protégé. -Thozall"

Baby Cruncher definitely has a strong moral compass. And Baby Cruncher may be adopted but they're being raised by Alfie and Bob. Baby Cruncher DEFINITELY bites.

Patrick was offended by not getting sent a note and Thozall sends them a note shaped like middle finger with a bit of Thozall's blood on it. Alfie is going to use this to fuck Thozall over. The note says "You are an NPC. You don't matter" Patrick: Well that's thats rude.

Thozall: okay. Just kill the bug. Baby Cruncher; *picks up the bug and lets it outside* Thozall: *muffled screaming*

The party now has a large incentive to take down Thozall.

To take everyone's mind off of everything since we are not ready to take out Thozall Alfie is just like "cake?"

Patrick's player: I assume the cake is of Truk? Me: The cake actually has a chocolate sculpture of Truk standing victorious over Thozall's corpse on it. He sculpted it like you would with wood. Truk reaches into chocolate Thozall's chest cavity and pulls out a jellybean heart that glows and he squeezes it like it's still beating. Patrick: Why is it glowing? Alfie: Bob cast light on it, so it won't kill you or curse you. Truk eats the jellybean heart.

Patrick eats the jellybean heart from Chocolate Truk. For ten minutes he regains his cartoon form. Patrick is still mentally the same. he doesn't notice a difference. Alfie: THE TWINK IS BACK! Patrick: Bob has always been here... Bob: *scoffs* Well I mean I am a twink...

If someone eats a food enchanted by Bob something random happens. This has started a list I'm working on called "Bob's Chaos List"

There's a thing where Bob does the whole Happy birthday mr president thing a la Marilyn Monroe for Truk but make it platonic and at one point Bob drops his actual age and Truk is just: Turk: ... You know what? I don't think I'm into you like that anymore Bob: *exasperated in brit* FINALLY. Do you have any idea how long I've been trying to make you lose interest? We would never happen. Truk: *russian* I'm not into that age gap. Bob: Nor am I. That's just creepy. Truk: Yeah, that would be very creepy.

What happens to Truk when he eats the jellybean heart of Thozall?

He can cast Speak with Dead whenever he wants for the next day.

Truk realizes this and goes to run to the graveyard. Alfie grabs on. Patrick grabs onto Alfie and Truk zooms. Patrick has his cartoon form back right now, so his arm just starts stretching. Bob grabs onto Patrick and say "Wait for it..." *nyoom*

Truk makes it to the graveyard and walks to his mother and father's ornate gravestones. Patrick is slingshot between them.

And Truk uses the spell.

Samantha: Hello my son. What do you need? Truk: *tearing up* I just wanted to hear your voice... Alfie, Truk and Bob are the only ones who can see her since they can see through the veil and have truesight. Alfie waves a hello. Samantha: How have you been? Alfie: I'm good. I got married Bob: Hello! Samantha: Congratulations on get married you two! Bob: *blushes furiously* Alfie: We're not married yet. We get married later down the line.

Truk looks like a kid again as he looks at his mother.

Part of the reason Alfie was so present in Truk's childhood in Russia was so Truk had more memories of the good times. Samantha is happy that Alfie is keeping watch over Truk.

Truk uses speak with dead to have a ghostly family reunion during his last year as a mortal. "When I reach godhood I'm going to give you a real hug."

[tunahaswares]

- Lucien Flavius headcanons .

Lucien is book smart but absolutely not people smart. if you ask if he's flirting with you when he talks to you the first time, he stammers over his words and makes it sound *even worse*, which is so dorky and adorable to me. He knows a lot about history and random facts about the Dwemer, but he doesn't know how to adapt that knowledge to people. I mean, what he knows doesn't even begin to translate to socializing.

But he's still so naturally charismatic in a silly goofy way. He sings songs, does rhyming games with Inigo, tells you scary stories by the fire, etc etc. He has RIZZ he just doesn't know how to use it. or that it even exists.

(This man giggles and tells me I made him blush and I'M FUMBLING SO HARD IM TAKING SCREENSHOT AFTER SCREENSHOT- he did a little idle pose where he tilted his head and I squawked like a bird in shock.)

and his REACTION when you activate the lover stone.... whatever he says, he ends it with "not that I... ah..." like he's gonna say "not that I'm not interested in you!" or whatever. I forget the specifics of what he said, but he's saying the stone is better for the player and not for him, and is just generally embarrassed. I'd wager he's never been in a relationship before. He's always been study study study, books books books. And daydream daydream DAYDREAM.

Good lord his head's in the clouds sometimes. He's also confident in a weird way? Like he has self doubt, evident by how he asks Inigo "do you think I'm useful?". But when you kill your third dragon with him, he makes an off handed comment and calls your team "team Lucien". so he definitely has a fully fed ego from his very loving parents who gave him EVERYTHING. It's not like he ever asked his parents for dating advice, though. He never thought he'd need it!

So here he is, fumbling and turning bright red as he tries to convey his feelings.

"Well... you see, what I wanted to talk to you about was, I think I'm... No, I know I'm- would that even be the right word? I do really like you but can I even call it that? i-"

and he goes on and on. Can he say it? can he just say he's in love? isn't that a strong word?the poor guy is losing it.

I'ma just kiss him to shut him up fr fr

anyways.

He's totally a little spoon. He's barely even toned. Skinny and short, he needs to be protected and kept warm! Skyrim is a harsh land, very cold! He over thinks romantic gestures though. and affection.

He wants to hold your hand but "oooh is that okay? should he ask or would that be weird? but you're so stunning illuminated by the campfire... maybe he wants to kiss you instead - NO too much!" It gets him blushing just thinking about making a move like that!!!!

Oftentimes he will ask and need to be reassured he's doing the right thing by asking, or told he doesn't have to ask. depending on personal preference, ofc.

He's a darling angel. Don't worry, he gains confidence overtime! He can kiss you on the cheek and not feel like he's gonna explode! he still gets embarrassed, especially if you tease him over it.

"Aawww, still in love with me, Flavius?"

"Oh gods, not this again..."

You could never annoy him, even if his tone says otherwise. He gets frustrated being teased, but that's just overcooked embarrassment if you think abt it.

Loves pda but would never admit it... he feels comforted by it, just as long as it's not too much.

Hold his hand or wrap your arm around his waist. Bonus points if you do this while in windhelm. hates that fucking city, but LOVES showing u off to the Nords... look he's dating the fucking last dragonborn and ur not... who's the milk drinker now huh bitch???

Lucien loves to just relax after a long day. Reading to you is his favorite. He'll even try to cook dinner for the both of you if you're too tired after a whole days worth of preventing dragons from singing his ass.

As you fall asleep, head resting on his lap as he reads to you, Lucien will silently stroke your face and close his book.

And just… sit there. Admiring you. How did he ever get so lucky? You've saved him more time than he could count… He hopes his love is enough to repay you for that.

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wrote this on discord in midst of a ramble lol. Y'all deserve it tho

[bougainvillea-and-saltwater]

anger, shaved ice, sun, seedling, milky way, baby bottle, red heart for darling Jia!

I'm sorry for only giving the names, I am literally so bad at searching for emojis :))))

Thank you so much for asking, dearest! 🥰 (If someone's interested in the ask game is this one!)

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

I think the thing Jia does, and it may get annoying for others, is some obsessive-compulsive rituals that she has, concerning her personal belongings (poor Lydia and Gregor, who live with her in Heljarchen Hall, are doomed to get along with those). For example, she needs her books positioned on her bookshelves strictly by height; she needs her ingredients placed in specific jars and satchels depending on their properties, not to mention her enchanting tower in which she keeps her soul gems on her shelves in a distinct ranking from left to right (from petty to grand soul gems). She is rather hot-tempered and impatient in general, but when someone messes with how she sets her things down and her OCD, she gets genuinely anxious and nervous about it. 

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

Jia's most prized possession from her childhood is a woolen blanket that has a growing crescent as a golden and silver-stitched embroidery. This blanket was sewn by Jia's mother when she was pregnant with Jia, and its needlework is not at all random. The crescent is Miraak's and Jia's symbol, in which the sun is Jia while the moon is Miraak, and joined together, the growing crescent embodies the First and Last's union on Nirn. She carries this blanket all her life, and she doesn't give it to anyone as it's the only thing she has from her mother, so I can't even imagine how it would be if she'd lose it... 

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

I think the most vivid memory from her childhood is her training lessons with the twins and Aela, and later their hunting together (I will describe both of them in detail in the fic). Little Jia was not into the Nordic way of fighting; she preferred studying, cooking, and plucking alchemy ingredients, mixing them all in her cauldron, and practicing alchemy (I would even say that she inherited more of her father's interests than her mother's). So, Vilkas, Farkas, and Aela, as passionate Nordic warriors, practically forced her to train with them - and despite this being a complete nuisance for Jia, she ended up loving their sparring classes - Aela trained her with the bow and shield and was a very stern teacher with Jia's errors, while Vilkas and especially Farkas were way softer with her, and they trained her with the sword!  🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

Oooh, good question, let me think... Well, Jia was born in my mind at the end of the previous February when I began playing Skyrim again, making a new LDB. And as I thoroughly customized my new character, I somehow made her look both like Nord and Imperial, so I went along with her mixed-blooded origins and started to slowly build her background. The name 'Jia' was inspired by a character in the series 'Euphoria' I used to watch back then, which had the name 'Gia', and it's actually quite close to my own name, hehe. The first first first things I decided about Jia were that she will be Miraak's soulmate and that she will have golden eyes.

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

AH, EXCELLENT QUESTION! Jia loves children!!! She adores them with all her heart - their innocence, their jolliness, their inquisitiveness, everything about children makes her beam whole. She would definitely adopt if she was not a Dragonborn, but she has this constant fear that her perilous lifestyle full of enemies and dangers, will put her life or the child's at risk, and she doesn't want to do more harm than good to their soul. She does want to build her own family, and she does want to be a mother though... We shall see if she manages to achieve it someday! 🥰

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

Unfortunately, Jia isn't very good at expressing her feelings with words (you could say that she suffers from alexithymia), so her love language is mostly practical, offering small or bigger gifts to her close ones. BUT, in some circumstances, when the emotion overwhelms her, and she feels intimate enough, her love is shown through hugs (she is a huge hugger with the ones she holds dear, despite being quite wary of physical contact), and caresses, and she can be truly tender and loving to the person she gives affection to, whether this is Miraak or a friend or a family member!

[layer-bloody-sun]

Small Fic, Vilkas x Dovhakin oc

It was a normal day, the most normal they could get here in Skyrim anyway. For once Rim had nothing to do, a blessed day indeed. Not a single request from anyone in the entire country, nope, not one. It was sunny outside and everyone in the Companions had decided to either train or hunt, leaving her alone in the great hall. Almost alone. The dragonborn tried to ignore the fact that Vilkas was there as much as he did her. He hadn't liked her from the moment she had asked to join and it hadn't seem to get any better. She didn't know what his problem was, she hadn't antagonized him at all, in fact she had tried to be as friendly as she could. All she got from it was going from harsh words to simple dark stares. He still talked down to her every now and then, but it wasn't any worse than other older members taunting her. He was staring today too, which unerved her more than it needed to. She wasn't good with people, especially smart ones.

She was trying to read. Rim may have been good at fighting and crafting so far, but reading she still couldn't do well. All the letters were jumbling around and merging into an incoherent mess. Dragon speech was much easier even if she couldn't speak it out of combats, but the written language of Tamriel? A nightmare. And having Vilkas staring didn't help. She could hear, above the creakling of the fire, the soft sound of pages being regularly turned. She felt taunted yet again, like he was saying "I can read so much better than you even tho I'm still staring at you half the time". She hated it. Rim let out a heavy sigh, almost a groan, fists tightened against the sides of her head. If her brain was willing to kick in she'd be grateful: she had been stuck on the same page for a good 30 minutes. Were she younger she might have cried…

"Can you not read?"

Ah there it was. Vilkas had put his book down and was now hovering above her shoulder, peaking at what she was struggling on. The young woman just squinted her eyes shut and waited for the usual laughs and tease. Instead she felt the weight shift on the bench as he sat next to her

"If you have trouble reading, maybe you should start with something easier, that one's using weird old speech."

She just stared at him, mouth slightly agape. For once Vilkas seemed lost

"What?" "No I just… I expected you to mock me as usual is all" "What? I don't mock you? When did I do that?"

He seemed offended at the thought but Rim simply looked at him in disbelief.

"Do you seriously want me to give you a list of all the times you insulted me or tried to make me feel small? How about your favorite line, 'you're the weakest here' and any variation you come up with."

Vilkas seemed to have an awakening, panic flashing accross his eyes

"Rim I'm sorry I didn't mean…" "Whatever, she sighed, cutting him off. If you want to tell me what I should read, I guess I'll take it. But leave me alone."

The following silence was a bit awkward, Vilkas was squirming on the bench, trying to find something to say. The dragonborn tried to block him out of her mind, until he spoke again. His voice was softer than she had thought it could be

"Or I can…you know…help you?" "Help me?" "Yeah, teach you how to read? I mean Farkas said he saw you read dragonspeech so I'm guessing the problem is more with our system."

She looked at him, weighing the option.

"If I accept, you can't laugh or get angry at me." "I wouldn't…. I won't."

He genty took the book, sliding it so it was sitting between them rather than in front of Rim. He frowned at the words

"You sure you want to read this one?" "Yeah, it's about ruins I want to find later"

He nodded, already slightly absent, skimming the page to see where to start before looking up abruptly

"Rim do you even know your alphabet?" "Huh…" She grimaced. "I learned at some point?"

He stared at her, with what she would almost dare to call awe.

"Ok then… let's start with the bases, shall we?"

For the few hours they had before everyone started returning, they studied. Vilkas was much more patient then she had anticipated, and even though she was really struggling he kept his promise and didn't once mock or tease; a slight chuckle here and there but for some reason she didn't mind. They hadn't progressed much on the book itself but now Rim could actually understand what she was seeing. It felt kinda magical to be able to decipher words, and while she still had many troubles on big ones she felt very proud. She couldn't pretend Vilkad hadn't been a great help. Once more people were in and it became noisy, they stopped, otherwise rhe woman's brain would implode from overstimulation. Instead they just sat back and enjoyed the convivial athmosphere the place always had

"You know Rim, you're doing great for someone who was struggling a few hours ago" "Well I got myself a pretty great teacher so put it on that"

He chuckled again before falling silent, his head tilted down over his drink

"I huh… I'm sorry, for the way I was acting. Everyone here's a bit rough, I didn't realize it would affect you like that. I've also…okay I've outright been a dick, I recognize that. I'm sorry."

Rim put her drink down, contemplating his words for a minute.

"Well… I guess you did make an effort, considering you've been switching to just staring angrily at me. Honeslty I had fun today, you're not as bad as I thought. Peace?"

She offered her hand to him. He eyed it quickly before looking back at her face. The warrior opened his mouth but shut it down just as quick, probably stopping himself from saying something too witty.

"Peace." He simply answered, shaking her hand in his. "What was that about staring?"

"What do you mean? Everytime I spot you in the same room you'd be staring dagger at me. Sometimes it felt like you wanted to eat me whole…"

The last thing she expected was the mad blush coming onto her friend's face. He awkwardly laughed before abruptly standing up. 'Think I'm being called over there, see you', he said, or at least that's what she heard because he sputtered the words out so fast she wasn't sure. Weird. But she didn't have time to think about it because Aela jumped on her back, clearly drunk, asking for a showdown.

Rim laughed, loving being surrounded by all this energy. She liked these moments more, they fueled her, but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't looking forward to the next calm day where she could learn with Vilkas again. What a good day it had been.

[ladydaedra]

Of Daedra and Dragons - Pt Three

Pairing: Miraak x F!Dragonborn

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Windhelm failed to impress Miraak - constructed by nothing but stone with people to match the cold and bitter weather didn't help the city any. Not that he particularly cared but as he follows the Dragonborn through the winding streets of the city of stone, he couldn't help but take in how dreary and dull the city truly is.

They pass many people on the way; from the Argonians at the docks, the dark elves when they first entered the city from the docks, and to the nords in the more well-kept areas of the city. It was quick to tell that there were racial tensions in the city as well.

"Where is it that we are going?" he asks as they walk down a set of stairs into a very small graveyard that looked as if it was shoved into the small space. Considering the rest of the city, Miraak wouldn't be surprised if it was.

"My home," she replies as she leads him through the cramped cemetery and up another small flight of stairs, "unless you want to pay for a room at the inn,"

"I lack enough coin, Dragonborn,"

"Raeyna,"

"Excuse me?"

An annoyed sigh, "You can call me Raeyna instead of Dragonborn seeing as it is my name," she explains as they near the end of the walkway they are traversing.

"Ah, Dragonborn," a low and gruff voice catches Miraak's attention as he slows to a stop behind Raeyna and a Windhelm guard, "I'm glad to see you are safe. You've been gone for quite a while, people were starting to think you were dead,"

"Well, I'm not," Raeyna responds and Miraak picks up a hint of irritation from her, "now, if that is all," she goes to walk away from the guard but the man doesn't seem to pick up on her irritation. Typical.

"Jarl Ulfric would like to have a word with you,"

"As does everyone else. He can wait,"

"Jarl Ulfric is getting impatient, Dragonborn,"

"If he wishes to speak with me so badly, then he can come and find me," Raeyna snaps, whirling on the persistent guard with a fire in her green eyes as she stares the man down, "until then, he can wait as I am a very busy woman," Miraak fights back a smirk as he passes the guard and follows the Dragonborn into her house.

Walking inside, it is clear that the home is well-kept and always stocked with fresh food but Miraak doubts Raeyna has made this particular house her more permanent home.

"Dragonborn, it is good to see you alive and well," a woman speaks up as she walks down the steps, clad in heavy armor with a greatsword sheathed on her back. She smiles kindly at Raeyna but the smile quickly fades when she notices him, "and who is this?"

"Lydia, this is Miraak," Raeyna introduces, gesturing between the two with a ghost of a smile before she moves to hang her cloak up, "Miraak, this is Lydia, the steward here and at my home in Whiterun,"

Neither one smile in greeting, preferring to stare one another down as if sizing them up. That is exactly what Miraak was doing.

"You've received several summons from Jarl Stormcloak while you were away," Lydia speaks up, finally removing her eyes from Miraak and to the Dragonborn, who has now moved into the kitchen, "and if I may, I would heavily suggest choosing a-"

"No," Raeyna snaps harshly, halting her work on slicing a small wheel of cheese to send a firm look Lydia's way. A tense moment passes before Raeyna sighs and sets the knife down, "I am certain the Jarl knows how I feel about this war and understands my refusal to get involved,"

"If he did, he wouldn't be pestering you like this," Miraak grumbles as he wanders further into the home. Again the steward's eyes are on him like a hawk and doesn't waver until he remains in one spot.

"I am afraid your new friend is right,"

"Lydia, please. It's been a long journey and I don't need this conversation right now," Raeyna interrupts, a plate filled with slices of cheese in her hand, "I'd really appreciate it if you traveled back to Breezehome tonight and make sure it's secure,"

The dark-haired woman hesitates but nods in agreement, "As you wish," she responds and turns to leave, sending Miraak a glare as she passes him.

"She seems like a delight," he comments after the door shut behind the steward.

"She does an amazing job but sometimes she involves herself in matters that don't require her skillset,"

"Might I ask what this Jarl wants?"

Raeyna hesitates before shaking her head and moving towards the stairs, "It isn't important," she explains as she walks up the steps, though pauses when she is halfway, "there is a bedroom through the doorway on the other side of the room through a false cupboard, you can sleep there. We leave in six hours,"

"In a rush, Dragonborn?"

"Yes because the last thing I need right now is Ulfric Stormcloak nagging me about joining his side in this war,"