#bosmer mage

[igorlevchenko-blog]

Morrowind: Galbedir's Soul Gems

[champion-of-dragons]

New dovahkiin just dropped

[themonkeycleric]

My Oc, Erasmo. With different clothes. It helps so much drawing him. It helps picturing him in my head. I really need to improve my skills with drawing outfits. 💪

[spoonmagister]

Fate and the School of Gravity

It is no surprise that I have dedicated myself to the unraveling of the Reality Hallucination. In fact, nearly everything I do is in pursuit of this goal. The harder I press, the more cracks are revealed, but it has been my assumption that I was alone in my endeavors. This land’s residents seem, more or less, content to live within this false reality, awaiting a false savior, or communing with false gods (pests).

On the path from Seyda Neen, I experienced an intense vison. A curious wizard, brazenly participating in wacky and wild antics in opposition to the Reality Hallucination. This creature — appearing like a mer but significantly less impressive — shrieked and wailed as he plummeted to the ground directly on top of a curiously placed Tome. As the bones snapped and the flesh jiggled, I considered the possibility that I had witnessed another crack in the Hallucination.

Suddenly, the vision ends and I find myself several seconds in the past, a curious Tome at my feet and a screaming mer overhead. I swiftly cast Slowfall on the mer as he plummeted yet again, and saved the Gravity Wizard from the grisly fate I had witnessed. (Note: to be clear, this refers to a Wizard whose only trait is to be affected by gravity. It is not to imply he has gained mastery over the same).

…And then I detained him, and ported us both to the newly renovated prison beneath Tel Uvirith. It is my growing suspicion that this Wizard was an experiment. The Reality Hallucination has seen my work, seen my attempts to reveal and undo it, has seen that I receive extraterrestrial assistance by way of the CHIME, and now plots to mimic my methods so as to better combat me. It has crafted this bizarre, misshapen, unimpressive mer and foolishly sent it out into the field.

The Gravity Wizard presently does not wish to speak on the matter, but it is only a matter of CHIME.

[zenjestrr]

I've been on an Elder Scrolls binge lately, I'm literally doing like 9 concurrent playthroughs across 6 games and idk what kind of virus I got where I'm this adhd/autistic about a series that won't get a sequel for another decade (and will likely be mid as hell if Starfield is anything to go by)

[freaksoirum]

worst skrryaam crew ever

[foodcu-be]

okay more oblivion brainrot

[vaas]

Alphophage the bosmer

[mazurga]

Ganirel with spells and a staff

[igorlevchenko-blog]

Morrowind: Portrait of Galbedir (WIP)

Galbedir is an apprentice wizard at the Balmora Mages Guild. She's young pert and—being an enchantress-prodigy—a tad bit conceited. Given she has her own study on the second floor and how expensive her wizard paraphernalia is, I assume she is from a wealthy, caring family. She and Ajira are both vying for an important promotion at the Guild.

Please do not rush into the comment section telling everyone how you stole her soul gems—you're a scum and deserve to spend time in Crassius Curio's Tickle Dungeon or @spoonmagister 's prison at Tel Uvirith—I hear they practice a unique type of execution there: immurement by Scelian Plebo (i.e. the priest at Wolverine Hall).

[champion-of-dragons]

More Fawn stuff

[echthr0s]

ok like I don't think I did too badly with this face (I did fuck up the hair bc I forgot to change it to grey/white goddammit)

but I really peaked with this dunmer and this bosmer ngl

like. fuck. it just doesn't get better than that.

[whitegoldtower]

My masterlist of Skyrim takes:

Both the Imperials and Stormcloaks can eat my ass.

Isran is a piece of shit

I don’t like Brynjolf.

Ancano, Vingalmo, Ondolemar, Garan Marethi, Teldryn Sero and Arch-Curate Vyrthur are the hottest male NPCs.

The companions are a flop.

Ysgramor and Wuuthrad suck.

Muiri’s unsolicited affections gave me the ick

Morthal is my favourite area.

The Ravencrone and Blackbriar women could get it any day.

I’d fuck a hagraven out of curiosity.

Frostbite spiders are adorable

I love Cicero’s voice.

Nazeem is just funny. So are the girls at Radiant Raiment. They all served cunt.

The Reach is for the Forsworn.

In every playthrough I make sure to beat the shit out of Rolff Stone-Fist and scare the fuck out of Mikael.

Mage and double dagger runs are the best.

Destruction and Conjuration are lazy.

My favourite discreet way to assassinate annoying NPCs is to reverse pickpocket poisons and poisoned apples into their inventories, sit back and watch. Alternatively, I like casting frenzy / reverse pickpocketing frenzy potions into their inventories and watching chaos unfold.

I have to purposely paralyse myself at least once in every playthrough, whether through licking Netch Jelly or chewing Corkbulb Root.

Idgrod Ravencrone is the best jarl.

Erikur deserves a slow death.

Delphine’s also a piece of shit.

Astrid instantly pissed me off.

I love just collecting and reading all the books.

The carriage driver Bjorlam (Whiterun) is SO HOT and for absolutely no reason whatsoever. Who made him so fine and why??

Ondolemar is a sweet baby. Even if you refuse to get the amulet for him, he doesn’t get pissy with you (unlike a certain touchy redheaded thief in Riften).

Some people get annoyed with Faendal showing up if you marry Camilla Valerius. I say two for the price of one, in this household we share. How can you be mad at getting a free bosmer femboy? A boyfriend of my wife’s is a boyfriend of mine.

(Will add more soon. If you want me to elaborate on any of these points, just drop an ask.)

[klyukvav]

I'm just playing skyrim again and here's my bard-mage-vagabond bosmer

[a-thirst-for-dunmer]

look i know todd coward cares next to nothing for actual humans but transgenderism in elder scrolls is For Me, a Man with Removable Bits, and my love of this franchise

Here we goes

Argonians can just talk to a tree and get immediate top/bottom surgery. First of all, we knew the Gender Fluid came from nature, humans have been making herbaceous pastes and fluids for centuries that help block estrogen/testosterone. Second, lucky bitches. Where the Hist at can I get an amen

Orcs probably have the wise woman do their hormone potions and then the surgery when needed. I personally like to think Grar the big and bulky is like ‘take this paralysis sleep mixture and then we will remove the organ you deem unworthy.’ Malacath is god of the outcast, and of the strong and worthy, and who would understand that more than a trans Orc?

Altmer just use the Alteration/Restoration school. Their plentiful magicka means they can use some form of Transmute spell to remove bits and Restoration to heal afterwards. Likely takes way more skill and only highly trained mages may do the Transition Spells but it would be funny if i just *skyrim spell noise* grow peepee

Bosmer do a mix of Altmer and Argonian shit, but in a different way. Herbs and potions for the hormone blocking, and ancient forest magic to make things get off the bod. Hircine can and has killed others who hunt the trans Bosmer, for to hunt prey that is already weak is dishonorable to him. (Yeah, OOC for Hircine, but it’s my treat)

Dunmer call upon spells, potions, and the Daedra. Azura warped their body in appearance as a curse, so logically, she could do it again for the removal of tiddy. Doesn’t mean she would, though, so the Dunmer call upon Telvanni wizards to help out with the grueling and difficult magic of gender affirmation. Hey, maybe Neloth will grant you two dicks instead of one for research purposes. Go grandpa go

Khajiit would just…do really problematic surgery in a back alley with nothing but skooma and moon sugar to help them brave the pain. I don’t know how they would do trans shit, it’s a cat with dick barbs. I don’t want those.

All the human races can’t do spells as well, nor can they brew potions with utmost care, but dammit, they want to feel whole, so the try every way they can. Wise women in Morthal, mages in taverns, the College of Winterhold, and every other method under the sun. I’d be bitten by a vampire to go get their magic skills and make myself feel me if i could, but nah that doesn’t exist.

I am glad i live in a state where gender-affirming medical care is still possible, and where trans children have no need to worry about hiding themselves until they turn 18. For the rest of my brothers and sisters, I can’t tell you how sorry I am and how i wail for you. We’ll have our win, we’re still fighting, and we’re still here. I love you guys.

Stay frosty in Dawnstar my bitches

[podcastenthusiast]

Lucien: So, um. Gore, is it? That's...

Gore: Got a problem, mage?

Lucien: Not at all! It's very...colorful. Apt, I'm sure, for a man of your, uh, particular talents.

Gore: Are you...flirting with me?

Lucien: What? No! Not that you're-- Ugh! Divines, why does this always happen?!

Gore: (laughs)

--

Gore: You remind me of someone, scholar.

Lucien: I do?

Gore: A lordling once hired the Ravens to escort him to Valenwood. Nice guy. He was from Skingrad but Bosmer by blood. Wanted to "find his roots" I guess. He'd read every book about the place. All he ever talked about.

Lucien: I see... Did he find what he was seeking?

Gore: I doubt it. One night he left camp for a piss or something. Will-o-the-Wisp got him before we knew it. Poor sod never even made it to the border.

Lucien: Oh.

Lucien: Why are you telling me this? Not a cheerful comparison, I must say.

Gore: Don't know. I think it's brave, what you're doing. Seeing the world. Just remember this isn't one of your stories, okay?

Lucien: I'm still not quite certain I understand.

Gore: You've got a big brain. I'm in no hurry to see it in pieces crushed out of your skull.

Lucien: Ah.

--

Lucien: Gore, do let me know if you would like any assistance with your academic pursuits.

Gore: My what now?

Lucien: I know Remiel has been helping with your reading. I have all manner of books to share as well, of course. And writing! We must work on improving your penmanship.

Gore: Ugh. I'll pass. You write enough for all of us.

Lucien: But it'll be fun!

--

Lucien: These mercenaries who raised you...they're--

Gore: Dead. You can say it.

Lucien: I'm so sorry.

Gore: Not yours to apologize for, scholar.

Lucien: I understand they were quite cruel?

Gore: Yeah. Was all they knew. Now they're gone.

Lucien: Here I've been going on and on about my parents and missing the comforts of home whilst you--

Gore: Hey, no shame in being loved.

Gore: Besides, they were my family, whatever else. I miss 'em too. You're alright, Lucien.