#daedra you are wrong on this

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Friendly reminder that Sheogorath is going to win the Daedra Sexyman Poll, so the least you can do is give the Oblivion Sexyman victory to Party Marty. 🎉✨

[tactful-kind-daedra]

"What?! No no! I just found her and-- I'd never do anything bad to innocent animals! I promise!" He assures her quickly, even as his gloved hand was being gnawed on pretty harshly by the weasel. "She's cute right? I just need a partner in crime to make a nice little compartment for her to sleep in while we travel!" Amets was flashing his assistant the big puppy eyes. "I promise on my life I won't be mean to the lil fella, pleeeease?"

@letsriddlemethislucifer

The explanation was enough to appease her... for the moment. She'd like to believe that most in the main army group wouldn't knowing hurt an animal just trying to survive. Though, while Amets promised not to harm the weasel...well... the same couldn't said for the other party. Daedra's brows raised in unease as she watched the little creature biting and gnawing quite ferociously.

She had to commend his gloves; they were doing a great job holding together!

"Er... I suppose she is but...Are you sure she wants to be a pet?" Daedra asked, turning her gaze up from Veneer to her captor. "She looks pretty mad...."

[trappedinafantasy37]

Welp, I just did the embrace Bhaal ending with Daedra and I gotta say, this is objectively the worse ending. And it is very much the ending I never wanted for her. Because this was always going to be the ending for a Durge who embraced Bhaal. And Minthara being killed was always going to be her ending too. What makes all of this worse is that Minthara saw it coming too, she just did not realize it.

When she first tells you about Orin, she criticizes Orin by saying that if she could turn the plot of the Absolute towards slaughter, she would take it. Minthara also criticizes Orin for wanting to be Daddy's Little Girl who would do anything to please Bhaal. She perceives these to be character flaws within Orin. Sadly her analysis is incorrect, because these are innate characteristics of Bhaalspawn in general, including Durge. All Bhaalspawn are born with the same urges: kill other Bhaalspawn, breed more Bhaalspawn, and then kill everything. Of course, a Bhaalspawn can fight these urges. But it is a never ending fight, one we see Durge struggle with throughout the entire story. They only "beat" these urges by having Bhaal's blood removed from them.

But because Minthara sees these as character flaws within Orin, she fails to see them in Durge as well. And when Minthara learns that Durge is a Bhaalspawn, of course she is elated. Durge is the child of a god. A deeply religious Minthara would obviously admire that, almost as far as borderline worshiping Durge (cause old habits die hard). She truly believes that Durge is nothing like Orin and would never be anything like Orin, and she has to believe this to be true because she does not want to be afraid of Durge like she is of Orin.

Despite popular belief, Minthara is indeed capable of love and has a strong desire for it. I have always read Minthara as a person who strongly wants what she feels she cannot have. And in Menzoberranzan, genuine love is frowned upon (or at least making it known). So of course she wants it. And there is no shame in that. It is trust that she struggles with, and she always has good reason to be distrustful. And the moment she became an exile, we see her start to deconstruct her previous ways of life, but with great difficulty as it is hard to let go of the only things you have ever known. She wants to love, she wants to trust, she doesn't want to be afraid, and she doesn't want to kill her lovers.

Thanks to the business with the Absolute, Minthara finds herself in a unique position in which she actually can read someone else's mind. And for the first time in her life, she has guaranteed certainty that the person that she loves won't hurt her, or betray her, or use and abuse her, or kill her. And that was a promise Durge made to her. And so she openly embraced Durge with everything that she has and becomes devoted.

Sadly, devotion is Minthara's fatal flaw. There is nothing wrong with being devoted to someone or some god, of course. But Minthara is too devoted in which her devotion makes her blind, and she has spent so much of her life being devoted to someone other than herself, and she does not know how to live a life without being devoted to someone. She does not realize the crux of her devotion until she is turned into a sacrificial lamb by Orin. It is Minthara who questions the worth of devotion if it only leads to death and she starts to become a little more selective of who she devotes herself to. Cause she was once devoted to Orin and was willing to be devoted to Bhaal if given the chance, and yet she was still put on that altar. But this never happens if Orin never takes her.

Edit: I forgot that Patch 7 added in the second part of Minthara's dialogue about Orin. Meaning Minthara can still come to question the worth of devotion, even without being a kidnap victim to Orin. However, she questions her devotion after Durge has made their choice in regards to Bhaal. Despite her beginning to question devotion, she still remains devoted to Durge as she perceives Durge as her savior, and not being like Lolth or the Absolute or Bhaal.

Her devotion to Lolth, still ended with her being abandoned (or so she feels) and left vulnerable to the Absolute, because her devotion to Lolth did not make her an exception. Her devotion to the Absolute still led to her mind being ripped apart, because her devotion to the Absolute did not make her an exception. Minthara may be of a feline nature, but she does not have nine lives and cannot always get lucky. Every time she has devoted herself to someone, it always led her close to the grave. Her devotion to Durge, encouraging Durge to embrace who they are, will get her rewarded with death. And death was always going to be her reward.

And of course she thinks this could never happen to her. She read Durge's mind and Durge did show her that they would never hurt her. That Durge would never do to her what Lolth or the Absolute did, or even previous lovers did to her. That her devotion would be rewarded with mutual devotion. But this is coming from a Durge who has not embraced Bhaal just yet and does not yet want to become Daddy's Special Baby. And Minthara is not stupid for believing that Durge was sincere. No one wants to believe that the person that they love would ever hurt them. That does not make someone stupid or weak. Minthara could only read Durge's mind, not Durge's future.

When Durge embraces Bhaal, she still believes them to be the same exact person with the same exact desires as when she read their mind. Durge has finally followed her advice and embraced themselves, become exactly what she always saw them to be. Durge is now on the path to ascension, to true godhood. And Minthara's proximity to it all will keep her safe from all threats because she would be that god's consort. She can finally have a life without fear or distrust. She will have a god to worship, someone to love, and a new house in Durge's name. She will have everything she could have ever wanted and all she had to do was be devoted. All she had to do was be herself.

In that moment, her devotion to Durge makes her blind to the reality that Durge has changed and has become the very thing she herself criticized about Orin. She still believes that Durge won't hurt her and that Durge won't use the Absolute as a tool for slaughter. Her devotion makes her blind to the fact that Bhaal is like Lolth and the Absolute and most certainly will use Durge like a puppet. Her devotion makes her blind to the reality that Durge has only become a master of their urges, because they are willfully giving in to them and no longer fighting them. And the urge wants to kill everything, no exceptions. Her devotion makes her blind to the knife that Durge will inevitably turn against her, because her devotion was never going to make her an exception.

[dxwnfxll]

CAN YOU DO A SANGUINE ONE PRETTY PLEASE UHHHHHHHHHH IDK WHATEVER U FEEL

You got it pal *flips burger*

••|| Headache ||••

Sanguine x Gn reader

Cw: Alcohol, suggestive stuff

Your head was pounding as you slowly sat up, your hands hardly feeling the cool stone below you. You had to sit there for a moment feeling as if the contents in your stomach would spill over at any moment. Your eyes glanced around still seeing people partying as if it were the end of the world, the smell of sweat, booze and skooma littered the air. Had you been out for a while? You didn't know

You stayed on the floor before feeling a clawed hand grab at your shoulder. "I was wondering when you'd wake up!" The boisterous voice of the mischievous god rang in your ears, your head began to hurt worse as he helped you up "don't tell me you're pooped out [y/n] the nights just begun!" Had it though? You felt like you had been here for hours.. Wherever here was that is.

Maybe the look on your face said all, your eyes slowly shutting as he walked with you. The noises of people getting more acquainted in other rooms and people talking loudly causing your head to pound worse. "Alright alright, i can see when someones had enough"

You felt him take a sharp turn down some hallway in..whatever this place was, he only hummed a small tune. You recognized it from the bards that played in the college that you hailed from. That's right, you began to remember.

You were a bard, your friends had decided to celebrate a good show one evening at the winking skeever. You all shared an ale and then a man walked over in dark robes, a friendly drinking contest for a staff. Your friends declined but you were never one to back away from a challenge, six drinks in and you showed up here on the floor.

He pulled you closer to him as he walked, his hand rubbing against your shoulder. He took a sip from his goblet, had he had that thing in his hand this entire time? Then he shoved it towards you clumsily "want some?" He offered as you shook your head and pushed it away.

He shrugged with a 'suit yourself' as he downed the contents "y'know, you are quite a riot [y/n]. You remind me of an old farmers boy.." He trailed off on some story and you couldn't hear what he had to say. Your mind only coming back as he stopped you, he held some flower? In his hand. It looked similar to a rose but it looked solid "here ya are, as promised. You beat me in my little game and so the staff is yours"

You looked at it, it felt wrong to stare at it. You took it hesitantly within your grasp, the daedra laughed his goblet spilling over a bit wait hadn't he finished that- "what? Expecting for it to shoot fire out as soon as you touch it?" His large clawed hand patted your back a little too rough causing you to lurch forward a bit

He sighed happily as his laughter died down, taking one last sip from his goblet he spoke again "I like you little [race], you should come back sometime. Maybe I can host a more private party"

Before you could say more you found yourself lying in some snow, you groaned shivering as you got up. Looking around you noticed you were just outside of Windhelm 'great..' You thought as you stood up. You could almost hear the prince of debauchery laugh in your head as you wondered how to get back home.

Sorry if this seems rushed or whatever lolol

Requests are still open for TES characters!!

Ty for reading and requesting!

[brutally-loving]

Okay lengthy thing of information about Krue's f/os!! TWINK EDITION- (I'm talking about Clavicus)

Heads up, will be long! And full of rambling and cursing.

Clavicus Vile. Daedric Prince of Bargains, Trickery, Wishes, Serenity, and being a stupid asshole. Oh and power but he's also pathetic so?? Oh well!

He's technically a deity of sorts, but he's considered a more "unpure" one due to him not helping in the creation of the world and all. He's incredibly sociable, he loves to meddle with people and enjoys being cruel quite frequently. He often makes impressive things, and then takes them away when it's most convenient/funny for him to do so, just to cause problems. He acts like a shitty genie sometimes in the "here have your wish but HAHA I FUCKED YOU OVER WITH LITERAL WORDING-" way. He's not too unlike our world's Fae, he's just?? Kind of fucking a menace- He has a twisted sense of humor, and generally makes impulsive-ish choices that he fully dedicates himself to? He's very capable of thinking out long term though, he isn't stupid after all. He's an old ass deity- He holds grudges VERY firmly and abhors feeling slighted, which isn't surprising at all, but he isn't the worst about losing. He prefers to get what he wants but he kind of accepts the consequences of his actions when they hit him- (even if he doesn't like the fact that he was TOLD NOT TO DO IT-)

It's interesting. He's speculated to be sort of lonely, in all actuality. He craves social interaction and such, which is made apparent by how often he interacts with others just to have fun and amuse himself. He has also been known to quite literally give independent sapience to beings and items he creates, which is very unusual for Daedric Princes. His most notable being Barbas, who's got a large chunk of his power due to one of Clavicus' questionable failed choices. Barbas is generally shown as either a dog, or a much larger and more intimidating looking Daedra. He serves as Clavicus' conscience, morality, and companion. He's apparently gotten on Clavicus's nerves for this though-

Speaking of which -- the guy is so stubborn? And childish- Barbas puts up with a LOT from him. Clavicus is a YAPPER. He likes to do things without burdens of morality, and because Barbas tries to encourage otherwise... well, Clavicus bitches him out. Thinks he's irritating. Ditched him for a few hundred years for it and everything. He's so petty...

Anyway at this point, you're probably thinking "Krue this man sounds fucking insufferable what's wrong with you"

And that's a great question dear friend! Uhh I don't know I was playing his quest and my brain went "I NEED HIM-" it was weird idk

He's MY terrible, insufferable, clingy and emotionally constipated deity. That's it- that's the whole thing-

I think it's very interesting how one of his domains is serenity, despite how bad and kind of chaotic he can be. Just like how his personal realm (which are known to be reflections of the Princes themselves) is known for its buildings made of glass, its grassy meadows, how weirdly conflicting so many elements of it are. He's just?? Complex. He's no one note fucker and I love this for him.

I firmly believe that he could heal from SOME of his behavior and shit if he had a companion to bounce off of... that didn't try to rule his morality and such- and I WANT TO BE THAT!!! I WANT TO SUPPORT HIM IN HIS RIGHTS AND WRONGS- I WANT

OKay normal again

Anyway twirls hair he's my boyfriend and I love him so ✌️ I need to like think about our dynamic and shit a bit more to phrase it for y'all so you can feel free to ask specific questions if you wanna idk?

@jpeg-indulgence uhh I saw your comment on one of my posts so SHOUTOUT TO YOU this is for you gang now you can hear about my stupid little bastard...

[madam-whim]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag, dearest @illumiera!

This is a little scene from the second chapter of my Martinhok fic, which I'm currently revising a tiny little bit. I guess Arri picked the mean dialogue option when she found the dead count of Kvatch...

“You’re not going with her,” Matius stated as soon as they were out of earshot and hidden between some of the tents. “I don’t care what she’s told you, and I don’t care whether she can close these infernal gates or not.” Martin looked at him with a furrowed brow. The Captain was usually far more composed. “What happened?” he asked quietly. “She’s… terrible,” Matius muttered, somewhere between helpless anger and grief. “She was the one who found the Count, and… to be honest, she might just have killed him herself for all I know, and I cannot allow her to do the same to you.” “I don’t believe she’d do that… It would not make sense for her to murder anyone, really,” Martin reasoned. It wasn’t that he’d put murder beyond her, but after what he’d said to her, it would have been foolish of her to take anyone’s life. Matius, however, didn’t seem to care. “I’ve no idea what goes on inside that one’s head. I’m telling you, I’ve never seen anyone behave like that. She didn’t care that the Count was dead, not the slightest bit. There was no empathy there, nothing. Even before, when we closed the gate, she seemed so willing to let all of us die if need be, and her eyes… Brother Martin, her eyes are dead. Or cold, or whatever you want to call it. There is no emotion, not even when she’s angry.” “Which she seems to be at all times,” Martin added. “I know what this looks like, Captain, and believe me, I do not wish to accompany her, but she has… compelling arguments.” “Trust me and do not let her convince you. She’s dangerous and if I still had a prison to put her in, I’d do so immediately!” “Of that I have no doubt,” Martin sighed. “But I’m afraid I’ll have to go with her no matter what. I… can’t tell you what she told me, because if it’s true, it might endanger everyone who knows, but I have good reason to go with her, as much as I’d rather avoid it.” It was a lie, of course – Martin could have told the Captain, just like he could have told everyone else, but he feared their reaction. Maybe that made him a coward, hiding behind the flawed excuse of wanting to keep everyone safe, but then again, wasn’t that what he’d always been? “You’re not going to listen to me, are you?” Matius asked, defeated. “I can’t stop you, if you really want to go, and the Gods know no one here can stop her.” It was only now that Martin realized how exhausted the soldier really was. There were no major injuries, at least none he could detect without the use of magic, but the city guard had been fighting without rest ever since the gate had opened. The Captain wasn’t a talker, never had been. He wouldn’t have come to Martin with words alone if he’d seen another way of convincing him to stay. “As much as I’d like to remain, I think it is best if I leave for a while, anyway,” Martin sighed. “I appreciate your concern, Captain Matius, but I don’t believe this woman is dangerous in … my particular case. Oleta knows the full story, as do Berich and Tierra, but I ask that you do not question them. The situation is bad enough as it is.” After all, it wouldn’t do to have rumours of him surviving spread like wildfire, if he was truly who the stranger thought he was. And if not… well, then he could always return unless his saviour changed her mind and strangled him for the grave crime of being the wrong man. “Fine, then,” Matius relented. “I still think this won’t end well for you, but it’s your choice, and if you manage to escape her, you know where to find us. We won’t be moving any time soon, I suppose. My men need a few days to rest, and with the city destroyed, I doubt there’s anything that the Daedra would come back for."

Also, no-pressure-tag for @kiir-do-faal-rahhe and @pinessydr!

[rabbittwinrithings]

Okay, Context time!

Context for this post: https://www.tumblr.com/rabbittwinrithings/767780169766322176/oh-dear-oh-no-i-tripped-and-fell-and?source=share

Pulling the band aid off, I drew this during the time I was Brainstorming/writing Vigilant dialogue for the SOT followers.

With this post I do have a disclaimer that all of this will never come to SOT since I have stepped away. None of this stuff was ever finalized (writing was also in first draft phase,) especially act 4 stuff as I was speaking with some VAs to make sure the contents were alright with them. I know Vigilant is a taxing story, and to build reactions to it would take a lot of work to make sure everyone involved was comfortable with the content the included. So yea, none of this is canon. (Also, poor Gabrielle is missing her thy, thee, etc, for first draft reasons. Tragic.)

(PS. sorry if I get details or events wrong, I haven't played this mod in a hot minute and may misinterpret my own notes on when things take place.)

With all that said, spoilers below for the mod, Vigilant (https://www.nexusmods.com/skyrimspecialedition/mods/11849)

Long post starting now!

The Vigilant reactions involved dialogue not only by each SOT follower (Khash, Caryalind, Varrick, Disnel, and Gabrielle,) but also dialogue with one another. Though I only wrote Act 1, I tried to write dialogue that was pretty dynamic so if you didn't have one or two of the group, the others would still hold conversations over the varying subjects with one another. But, the best way to play it would have been with all of them.

Each follower had their own thoughts upon joining the Vigilants. For example,

Khash: Was very excited. To fight daedra and all. Sounded really cool to her.

Caryalind: As well enjoyed the idea. He brings up the Vigilants in the summerset isles and what good work they were doing.

Disnel: Doesn't really know the Vigilants, but the idea of them interested her.

Gabrielle: Found them noble enough. She has a history of aiding them, and this felt no different.

Varrick: Is where the joining took a turn. He even has a conversation with the player about if he should be worried about getting a knife in the back. During the whole first Act, Varrick would be a character who worries about his safety amongst the Vigilants, and talks shit from time to time.

This quest would also mark the tension between Varrick and Gabrielle. (Scene belows take place inside the Vigilant's HQ)

Gabrielle also was very cautious of Khash's saftey. She knows what Daedra would be like and wants to make sure she is safe.

Some additional dialogue I like after finding and fighting the vampire who tried to lure you in by talking about "her sweetrolls."

Cary also caring for Khash:

Once far enough into the Act, Gabrielle would bring up concerns with the player:

There was also a legend in development to keep track of the player's choices in this dialogue:

Then a conversation with Khash:

That's a lot of player conversations. But Gabrielle and Varrick still butted heads.

They also all say "Fuck Windhelm!"

In Riften there is a conversation about the mess in the sewers. However, I didn't really post it here as it's basically everyone being horrified and the DB can tell them about their vision or not.

Varrick being there for Jacob during the trek under the Vigilant tower:

Everyone take care of the scared daughter:

Another Varrick conversation regarding the "witches:"

Fighting Altano:

More fun freak outs!

PSA: Don't bring your lizard daughter on this quest:

More conversations

By the end of Act 1, each companion gets there own prophecy from Molag Bal

Each companion would have conversations with the player to discuss these prophecies they heard in their head. Below are just fragments.

So this marks the end of Act 1 and everything that I had written for the reactions.

I had a feeling Act 2 wasn't going to be as extensive. Just them reacting to the vampire stuff. However, there would be a bigger focus on Caryalind for... reasons...

Act 3 was where things were gonna be easy, but go downhill.

At the start of Act 3, the Player goes to the manor, but the companions are said to have to stay outside as they are not officially Vigilants of Stendarr. Sadly, when the player enters the manor, they hear the screams of their companions and friends through the door they just walked through. Act 3 then continues on like normal.

Okay! That is the end of this post. HOWEVER, I will be posting how ACT 4 goes tomorrow in a separate post as I hit the image limit and have some screenshots of stuff I said during brainstorming on Discord. Trust me, it will be more in depth than Act 2 and 3 as I had a ton of plans for Act 4. Just didn't have exact lines like Act 1. So, keep an eye out for the final part of this post tomorrow!

[baphometsss]

if you wanna understand more about the evanuris, ancient elves and spirits in thedas, i really think it's worth reading up on the tes lore because a lot of the inspiration for that particular part of thedosian mythos is, i think, heavily influenced by it

essentially in tes, there were two main forces in the universe before anything else existed. there was anu (order) and padomay (chaos or limitation depending on the story). anu first created padomay so it could understand the limits of itself, because in order to know what something is then you need to know what it is not. then anu created a soul for itself so it could reflect and understand its nature better. that was anuiel. anuiel made sithis (the soul of padomay). anu and padomay fought endlessly and from their blood sprang forth et'ada or original spirits. the ones that came from the blood of anu were aedra, from the blood of padomay were the daedra, and from their mixed blood came the magna ge. the et'ada were like embodiments of various emotions or concepts in much the same way as spirits in dragon age -- wisdom, love, etc. one of those et'ada was called auriel and he represented the concept of time, which meant that instead of just floating around in space there was actually some direction to what the et'ada were doing.

the et'ada were fooled by one of padomay's spirits called lorkhan (a trickster god) into creating the mortal plane. they weren't aware that the mortal plane would be a place of limitations only, and so very quickly a lot of the spirits ended up being destroyed as soon as they entered it. one of the et'ada (magnus the architect) realised what was happening just before it was too late and left the timeline completely, along with some of the aedra. however some of the aedra decided to stay and complete the project anyway. in the process, they became trapped within it and were depleted of their power. however, to continue to live on, they ended up creating the elnofey, who were their mortal children. some of them sacrificed themselves to create earth bones (like y'ffre), and then their descendants eventually became the various races of mer or elves. there's a ton of other bullshit that goes on in the background of this but this is the bit that's most relevant to this post

so (and i might have some of this wrong bc tes lore is so insanely convoluted and there are variations of it in canon) it goes anu > anuiel > auriel (god of time) > et'ada > elnofey > aldmer > modern mer (altmer, dunmer, bosmer, etc).

this is really useful in understanding why the elvhen relationships referenced in datv are described as being beyond mortal comprehension. it's because spirits are essentially facets of the divine that are just kind of distilled into much purer concepts. in effect, the spirits are all a part of a larger whole, in a way not too dissimilar to 'isanutoll' or the hivemind of the titans. they are parts of the maker, collectively, reflecting the physical world of the titans on the spiritual plane (the fade).

ofc it's not exactly the same as they aren't a total hivemind, and i'm maybe reaching a little bit with the comparison between tes and dragon age. however, there are a lot of similarities between these games, especially the evanuris/tribunal. and, in a sense, being a total hivemind would defeat the object of a god or divine being like the maker deciding to create spirits of itself to understand better. but it does put it into perspective--the relationships are complex because they are a part of the same divine body. one hand loves the other.

it's very similar to a lot of real world spiritual thought... i'm reminded of that eckhart tolle quote 'you are the universe, expressing itself as a human for a little while'. the idea that we're here so that some divine being can experience the world as a part of it, so it can continue to expand and grow. it seems to be drawing on this concept and i love it tbh

[trickstarbrave]

mephala, putting together spider voryn: hey azura, your champion is an absolute FREAK. it’s okay though, I’m gonna make him a matching freak

HGVFBHFBWEHFBWEH YEAHHHHHH

matching fucked up little freak

azura: this won't work!!!! if you kill my champion with your fucked up sex pest spiders im gonna beat you mephala: no look. see? they're happy together azura: azura: that is. disgusting. azura: boethiah what is wrong with your son? boethiah: YESSSSS A WORTHY MATE FOR MY SON!!! A KILLER DAEDRA!!!! A FINE BRIDE!!!! azura: i want a divorce.

[ask-neloth]

[A tidy scroll lies innocently on your desk when you return to it, a steaming cup of tea in your hand. It was not there previously. It carries no curses or enchantments of any kind, and the piece of twine holding it together slips loose with a single tug. The handwriting within is sharp, traditional. Daedric script with Morrowind orthography. It reads:] Master Neloth, I heard that you were accepting questions, and so I ask one, if you will answer. Burn this letter if you will not. I divide practitioners of magic into the arcane and the Daedric. Of the latter, there are the bound and the unbound. I am bound to one Daedra Lord, and this limits the scope of my magic. My question is this: How can my gifts be applied to a study of the arcane? [The letter is unsigned, but you have your suspicions.]

Hmm, a proper question at long last. Though right away I would say you are limiting yourself needlessly. You even say: ‘I divide practitioners…’. For what reason? It’s not that you are incorrect, for there are mages among us who couldn’t even light a candle, yet with the assistance of a Daedric Prince could set the world ablaze. So I am going to assume that your magicka reserves are quite shallow and that your Prince gives you the ability to practice with any amount of competence.

Now, while I can’t say I know who you are as an individual, the style of your script and the specific formalities you invoke tell me you are a Morrowind native, most likely Vvardenfell. So, there is likely one of three Daedric Princes you find yourself in service to, and I think it’s quite easy to infer which one given the…secrecy you imploy. 

The Webspinner, though often cruel, is a remarkably practical Prince to serve, though I can only assume she was attracted to you through the sheer amount of misfortune your life must contain. Mephala does not seek out those who live sunny lives. Fortunately for you, she doesn’t tend to toy with mortals for her own amusement. She is the Plot-Weaver; you have a purpose within her web. Your query aligns well with her realm, so I believe the answer will be far simpler than you might have originally imagined. 

How can you apply these gifts to the study of the arcane? Try to frame your study within Mephala’s sphere. The arcane arts already deal in secrecy and mystery, so this should not feel unnatural. 

Do not seek surface-level spells and concepts that any sideshow performer could master. You must burrow deep and uncover spellforms lost to time—techniques that no longer have names. You will both excel as a master of the arts and please your patron. She may very well offer you a boon for your efforts. 

Now, if I assumed the wrong, you may simply apply this concept to the sphere of whomever it is you serve. But I sincerely doubt that I am wrong. Feel free to inform me of your progress.    

[changelingsandothernonsense]

Pumpkin 🎃 and Moon 🌙 for the writing ask game (moon for the sole purpose of hearing more depressing josh lore 🤭)

Helloooo! 🎃 pumpkin: do you have any favorite brainstorming techniques? how do you like to gather ideas for your wip?

I play Morrowind if I'm finding I don't know where I'm going with a story. Usually my ideas come after i've played through a particularly interesting quest. The Arkanis series (which is getting a third fic soon) is a result of Josh dying about 8 times as I tried to get him go through Kogoruhn. I don't really write notes outside of a stream of consciousness lets play on one of my discord servers. Most of my ideas are filed in my head.

🌙 moon: do any of your OCs have dark backstories or secrets they’re trying to keep?

Josh rarely speaks of his past and goes to great lengths to hide what he is. He's kept his face hidden in public since the outbreak of the Oblivion Crisis and hasn't been back on Vvardenfell since Red Mountain erupted. His story was quickly co-opted by the growing New Temple and he hates it. None of it feels like him and he laments how Erra's contributions were largely forgotten, yes he's a saint but Teldryn doesn't think its enough.

He feels guilty that his actions were the catalyst for Baar Dau falling into the Norvayn Bay and the subsequent eruption that followed. He had been seeing this destruction in bits and pieces of his dreams for years. He just didn't make it in time. He curses himself for not figuring it out sooner and only managed to save a small group of immediate family and the Ashlanders who still followed him off the island in time.

Josh makes up stories about his Corprus scaring, for a while he could get away with blaming Red Mountain for it but as the decades dragged on and Josh still looked 57 he found that blaming the eruption would start to garner questions. As of 4E 199 he has a story about getting on the wrong side of a pyromancer which Sydari doesn't believe. Eventually he would change this story into "Dragon Attack" until his past finally catches up with him after Sydari finds a very thick dossier at the Thalmor Embassy with prints of a very familiar looking Dunmer scattered through it.

Josh had been hiding who he was for two hundred years when Sydari found out about it. Within a few months the Blades (whom he defected from after having his Corprus infection 'cured'), leaked his identity- Josh won't play ball and Sydari listens to Josh more than she listens to Delphine and Esburn. He knew the reaction to his return would be mixed. There's a lot of distaste towards him from the Dunmer who see his disappearance during both the Oblivion Crisis and Red Year as a betrayal. There's an equal amount that see his absence during those times as a part of the Dunmer's atonement as they return to worshipping the Three Good Daedra. The truth was Teldryn was mourning.

He still tries to hide his identity where he can, being recognised in public isn't something he'll ever be comfortable with. He was lucky that his name had been lost when the New Temple was forming their doctrine and reproductions of his visage gradually lost their likeness as the years went on. He doesn't speak about what happened and unless you are close to him (and that is a very small section of people) you will never get it out of him. Eventually, his youngest son will write a book. It is banned in Morrowind.

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day 1 of fully recovering from dental work, it's time for some indulgent shipping as it involves thiefguard im obligated to tag @hannah-heartstrings

(probably) non-canon sillies under the cut >:D

Garrus was a respectable man, Guilbert thought, and so he hoped the guardsman would not mind if he kept him company. It was a lovely morning in Cheydinhal anyway, too beautiful to waste inside. The river babbled quietly under bridges and greenery seemed to rustle as both men strolled the town. "Things have been peaceful here since you moved away," Garrus said with a nod. "Most troublemakers now think twice." Guilbert nodded back, smiling brightly. "It's because you and Lecrinn make such a wonderful team! Who would dare mess with the captain of the guard and his daedra-slaying friend?" His smile slowly faded, however, when he noticed what appeared to be Garrus grimacing. "Did I say something wrong?" "No, I just..." "Is Lecrinn hurt?" Guilbert was clenching his hands nervously now. "No! Gods no, she's as spry as ever. It's just... how do you manage it?" "Manage what?" Guilbert blinked. He wasn't entirely sure what he was managing to do. "She-- Miraina loves you. And you're comfortable around each other..." Garrus brushed some of his hair back as his hand ran through it. He sighed. "I want something like that with Lecrinn too." Guilbert's smile returned. "The four of us aren't so different there-- Miraina and I have a friendship built on trust and a touch of danger--" He stopped when Garrus began to look at him as if he had sprouted two more heads. "...what?" "You don't know do you?" Garrus's voice was light and unmistakably horrified. "Guilbert--" Guilbert was beginning to panic. "What do I not know? Has something happened?" Garrus kept staring at him. "Guilbert, I- I thought you knew. I thought you knew Miraina's madly in love with you. Romantic love, my good man!" It was now Guilbert's turn to stare at Garrus. "..what?" "I thought you two were lovers!!" Garrus finally cried, wringing his hands harmlessly. Guilbert swallowed. His face felt warm now. "...Miraina's in love with me?" He watched as Garrus, proud and tall, seemed to deflate with a sigh. He barely caught what the guard captain said. "...Is this what I sounded like to the rest of the guard?"

[trappedinafantasy37]

fuck it second daedra ask! 4, 12, and 24 !

4. What would your Dark Urge consider to be their greatest flaw? Is this accurate?

I mentioned this in the previous ask, but Daedra gets lost, ALL the time. This is a consequence of the brain damage of course, but she takes it as a personal failure. She is a ranger and so she believes that she should be the one person who should never get lost and be a good navigator. But she keeps losing the images or she struggles to put the images together that are in her head. She eventually finds her way home, but it can take a while and it often involves her walking in circles for hours. This is actually one of the big reasons why she isn't the team leader.

12. How does your Dark Urge feel about being a bhaalspawn?

She is revolted by it. Although it provides a very good explanation of her urges, it is quite the dejection for her because she now realizes that the urges are an innate part of her. She already believes that something is wrong with her, but now she believes that she was born fundamentally broken. The urges already have a tendency to get the best of her and because of her brain damage, she struggles with her impulsivity and often does things she doesn't intend to do (even if they are stupid). Sometimes, she feels that she has to do deliberately stupid things because the other dumb thoughts she has are a better alternative for the urge. So the revelation is incredibly depressing for her because she feels that she is damned to be like this forever and the only way to be free of the urge and Bhaal is some kind of divine intervention, or death.

Edit: cause I forgot to add it when I posted it. But Daedra is also terrified of being exactly like Orin and she is more afraid that she is going to hurt Minthara without intending.

24. Does your Dark Urge have a treasured item with them? If yes, what is it and why is it special? If no, how do they feel about item sentimentality in general?

Not really. Daedra doesn't particularly hang onto things or cares too much for material goods. Sure, she will hang onto weapons and ammunition, but that is because they are tools and useful. Although, I will say, she has a habit of hoarding gold and gems. Not because she cares for money or because she is greedy, but she really likes shiny things. Because of this, she holds the teams purse. She is also the last person you ever want to have hoarding all the money, because she also does not like sharing the gold and will bite if anyone attempts to take it from her. She also has a habit of spending it all at once because she is stupidly impulsive. All of her allies would be wise to keep their own secret stash of gold that Daedra doesn't know about (cause she will try to take it and bite if someone tries to stop her from taking it).

@majorasnightmare picking some of the hottest questions out here!

[shivering-isles-cryptid]

I don’t know if someone’s done this before.

If my Skyrim OCs had Tumblr

👑Stormcrown-Queen

What would happen if I took over the empire? Like, what would they do? Stop me?

🪖General-Tullius follow

This is what’s wrong with the Empire these days. No respect for the Empire.

👑Stormcrown-Queen

Quiet.

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🧝‍♀️elven-overlord-elenwen follow

Why is it that the lesser races of man won’t accept our rightful rule? @earwyn-the-waterelf

🧜‍♂️earwyn-the-waterelf

I do not know ma’am. Maybe our methods aren’t as good as we think.

🧝‍♀️elven-overlord-elenwen follow

You question me, Half-breed?

🧜‍♂️earwyn-the-waterelf

Of course not ma’am.

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🐟the-fish-elf

Guys, let’s bully Elenwen off the site. She refers to her own subordinate as “half-breed”.

🪄circe-the-alchemist

Also the racism

👑Stormcrown-queen

And the genecide

🐟the-fish-elf

I thought all that was obvious and it was unnecessary to mention.

🧝‍♂️elven-supremacy

You dare try to “cancel” our lady Elenwen!!

🐟the-fish-elf

Shut up Ondolemar.

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☀️daylight-dawnbreak follow

I’m tired of vampire sympathizers. They’ll literally kill you. You’re not the exception

🩸nocturnalbatboy follow

Oh and the Dawnguard are so much better? They literally kill people just because they suspect they’re vampires?

☀️daylight-dawnbreak follow

That happened once!!

🩸nocturnalbatboy follow

And that makes it okay??? Besides, the Dawnguard are total hypocrites! I heard they have a vampire working with them!!

☀️daylight-dawnbreak follow

You leave Serana out of this!

🧛‍♀️bloodbabe

No, seriously. Leave me out of this.

🩸nocturnalbatboy follow

Serana!!!!!!❤️❤️❤️

🧛‍♀️bloodbabe

Aaaaaand blocked.

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🏹greenpactalchemy

Hello to all my Bosmer and Bosmer affiliated alchemists! Today we’ll be going over a green pact friendly healing potion! So, there are a few ingredients that can be used, but some are not readily available for the average Wood Elf, such as a Daedra Heart. But others you can find solely off foraging. If you crush up a blue dart wing, combine with the shell of a Rock Warbler egg, and mix in Ash Hopper Jelly, you’ll get a concoction that will not only heal your wounds, but also grant you a resistance to shock damage, all while staying well in the bounds of the Greenpact!

🗻Son-of-Skyrim-435 follow

So you support cannibalism? Typical knife ears.

🏹greenpactalchemy

???????

🌳daughter-of-Valenwood

We got a live on boys.

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🥳Haskillthemanic follow

Will someone please help me find my master?

🌘Daedric-seducer

No😊

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[quicksilverdrabbles]

Team Dragonborn: *walking down a road near the river in Whiterun*

Lucien: You know, Dwarven Oil is known to have some very good regenerative properties to magicka if you ever decide to make some Magicka potions of your own. We can try to see if we can find any the next time we're in a dwarven ruin.

Morana: That would be nice. There are alot of spellswords among us now, I could distribute them to you and the others.

Lucien: Oh, how generous!

Inigo: *squinting at the words and drawings in the sign language book Lucien gave him* Lucien, I do not think these gestures are accurate to what Morana is saying.

Lucien: How is that?

Inigo: The book says she just called you a very rude word.

Morana: *shakes her head* I didn't.

Lucien: Oh dear.. That was the only book on Imperial Sign Language I could find in the Arcanaeum. I'll have to tell Urag it's incorrect... *blinks, remembering how frightening the Orc is* ... Ahaa.. or, uh. Someone else can tell him.

Taliesin: That 'library' is a joke. Half of the books there are ones you could find in an average general goods store, and the other half is just pure nonsense. Only very rarely do we actually find anything of use.

Kaidan: And that's only after we get the book back from whatever dungeon it's ended up in.

Xelzaz: I'm of a mind to agree.

Lucien: It's... Certainly different compared to the libraries in the Imperial City.

Morana: Urag is very nice. He's patient when we can't find anything we need and have to ask for more... *her hands slow to a stop, her gaze fixed on the river*

Xelzaz: Hm? Is something wrong, Morana?

Morana: *suddenly bolts away from the group, ditching her satchel and notebook and using a wind spell to jump halfway across the river and catch something in her hands midair, plunging into the water shortly after*

Kaidan: MORANA?!

Taliesin: What the hell is she doing?!

Xelzaz: *runs after her, wading into the water and going under to see where she went*

Morana: *tilts her head, spotting Xelzaz in the water. Her hands stay clutched around whatever she was holding as she attempts to swim back to shallow water*

Xelzaz: Oh, for the love of.. *swims forward and grabs the back of her armor, pulling her back to shore and emerging from underwater* What in the world were you thinking?!

Morana: *her hood and mask comes undone as she pops her head out of the water, revealing a bright smile.* Xelzaz, look! *holds out her hand and reveals a blue dartwing dragonfly, now dead* I haven't been able to find any in ages! We can make more Fear poisons now!

Xelzaz: Surely there were more ingredients with Fear properties available to you?! And stop using your voice, you're still healing from the last time!

Morana: *pouts, finding her satchel on the shore and putting the dragonfly in it for later* I have Namira's Rot, but we haven't encountered a Daedra for Daedra Hearts in weeks and Powdered Mammoth Tusk is hard to come by. And I'm horrible at fishing, I can't get Cryodilic Spadetails.

Inigo: My friend, your mask has fallen off.

Morana: Ah! *looks around, trying to feel through the water for it*

Xelzaz: I'll find it, you go back to the others and dry off before you catch a cold.

Morana: Thank you, Xel.

Xelzaz: Yes, yes, don't mention it.

Lucien: Oh goodness, you're completely soaked. All for one dragonfly?

Morana: I'm gonna go get the rest of them once they come back. I was excited and scared more off.

Inigo: Hehe, that was very funny to watch. I was tempted to jump in with you.

Lucien: And what on earth are you two doing?

Kaidan and Taliesin: *kneeling on the ground clutching their chests, overwhelmed by the sight of Morana's smile*

Kaidan: Fuck, that was so cute.

Taliesin: What can I do to see that again?

Morana: *tilts her head, a confused expression on her face. She snorts, breaking out into quiet giggles, lifting a hand up to try and hide her smile* You guys are silly.

Inigo: *staring at Kaidan and Taliesin, now laying on the ground with red faces* My friend, I think you are going to kill them at this rate.

[lyndaris]

OC rambles:

Thinking about what Ophelia/Alec would be like as a companion in ESO.

About/Meet the Character:

“Alec, former agent of the Dominion. Supposedly a trusted Eye of the Queen as well, but that is just one of many rumors of that Mer…

Her appearance is unmistakable, being so short for a dunmer and the jagged scar that crosses her left cheek to the bridge of her nose. Those golden yellow eyes as sharp as her daggers… not to mention her gothic style of armor and that war paint. Does she ever wear any color?

Never mind, that’s not important. Anyways, she has said she’s an Ashlander of Vvardenfell but the natives claim to not know anything or refuse to speak to any outsiders in general. Some revere her, they call her a hero of the Ashlands. Most dark elves of the Houses despise her, even uttering her name will get you kicked out of a building. Or a city. Especially around the Tribunal temples.

There is little known about her, most is speculation or rumors. Some even dramatic as calling her a secret demiprince to the Prince Boethiah..! What we do know is she’s not an approachable person. Do not engage with her, don’t even look at her wrong or she might just slit your throat. I heard she’s been wanted for a number of crimes, mass murder. Arson. Defiling Shrines and Temples…

…potential criminal records aside. She is mostly known for being an antisocial mercenary these days. Who is very picky about the jobs she accepts so. Have fun and don’t turn your back on her. Might be your last mistake..!”

Character quest line:

Alec needs help in making peace with her past, which involves seeking out knowledge of the Good Daedra. Specifically, Boethiah. The Prince her parents worshiped. As well as shutting down the rumor of being a demiprince.

As she travels around and grows close with a companion, they have to visit places in Vvardenfell to learn and understand the Good Daedra and their followers.

Finally facing the Prince of Plots to shut down the famous rumor and she can also confront the Prince as she blames them for the loss of her parents. A bittersweet ending where Alec has lived up to the Prince of Plots teachings, a living legacy of her parents, learning they are at peace and reside in the Prince’s realm after their glorious deaths in battle.

Racial Skill: Decreases ability cooldown 3% and increases damage done by 3%.

Companion Perk: Alec’s Sight - See through the shadows and expose an invisible enemy so they can’t hide/escape. Enemies exposed cannot go invisible again for 10 seconds.

Default gear: medium armor and daggers,

Style: Ancient Daedric

Default mount: Midnight Steed, named “Shadow”

Rapport Status:

Positives

Cordial: Alec tolerates you.

Friendly: Alec thinks you’re a competent companion.

Close: Alec is glad you two met.

Allied: Alec would rather travel with you than alone.

Companion: Alec trusts you, one of few she can count on.

Negatives:

Wary: Alec is unsure about you.

Irritated: Alec wonders why she still bothers working with you.

Disdain: Alec wishes she never met you.

Negative rapport:

-25, taking her near the Tribunal or their Temples:

• “Really? You take an ashlander near a false god/Tribunal temple?”

• “next time, leave me out of Tribunal business.“

• “I question your decision to speak with that false god…”

• “I will defile their shrine/altar, I hope you know that.”

-5 - 10, intimidating merchants to pay gold / stealing kid’s toys / wearing Ordinator/Hand of Almalexia costumes:

• “why don’t you get your gold from a bandit, or a cultist instead?”

• “Merchants are making a living too, y’know.”

• “do you feel real tough? Threatening a civilian for a few gold?”

- “how heartless are you to steal from children?”

- “so you’re that kind of thief, huh?”

- “there are better things to steal…”

+ “I should kill you for wearing that around me.”

+ “this some kind of sick joke to you?”

+ “you are aware my people get killed by those House/Tribunal dogs, right?”

-1, getting a bounty/paying a guard, traveling to Coldharbour:

• “this is what happens when you get caught.”

• “you might as well have announced that you’re committing a crime.”

• “next time, watch for guards/witnesses.”

“Ugh, why are we here?”

“I hated it the first time I was here...”

“I should just leave you alone here.”

Positive Rapport:

+25 - 125, going near shrines to the Good Daedra, speaking to Azura & Mephala:

• “I may not pray to the Good Daedra, but I always pay my respects at their shrines.”

• “Do not believe all Daedra are evil, some view them as teachers. Like myself.”

• “Give me a moment, yeah? I want to think of my family while we’re here.”

- “Lady Azura, and all her beautiful glory actually spoke to us. May the Mother of the Rose guide us.”

- “My mother loved Lady Azura, as much as she prayed to Lord Boethiah…”

- “The Lady of Twilight among us…Do you feel overwhelmed? No? Just me? Huh.”

+ “Lady Mephala… bless us with shadows.”

+ “Do you feel like murdering someone in her name? Maybe we could gain her favor…”

+ “Did you mention me to her? Give a good word? Please tell me you didn’t embarrass us-“

+5 - 10, crafting dunmeri/ashlander foods & drinks, visiting Vvardenfell tribe camps, completing Ashlander dailies:

- “reminds me of what my mother used to make…”

- “we going to eat/drink that… or?”

- “if you need someone to sample that, I’m more than willing to.. give feedback.”

• “would you mind if we stay a few minutes? I just… want to imagine what it’s like having a tribe again.”

• “I wish I still had my tribe… exiled or not, they were my family.”

• “being a Clanfriend is bittersweet, getting to visit the tribes camps but never having my own to return to.”

+ “I appreciate you helping my people. Truly.”

+ “Even if it doesn’t mean something to you, it means something to me that you’re helping these Ashlanders. Thank you.”

+ “You’re proving to be a good Clanfriend. Maybe we can make a difference here together.”

Greetings:

Cordial, Friendly- “hm?” “Yeah?” “What do you need?”

Close, Allied, Companion- “Problem, Sera?” “Change of plans?” “You have my attention.” “Feeling chatty?”

Wary, Disdain- “what?” “Yes, s’wit?” “What now?” “Unless it’s getting us paid, I don’t want to hear it.”

“Tell me something about yourself.”:

• “Vvardenfell is my homeland, no matter how many locals claim me to be an outsider… I still visit the tribes camps when I can.”

• “Daggers are my preferred choice of weapons, but I have spent time learning to wield other weapons too. Expand my knowledge and skills, train myself to be better.”

• “I lost my parents to Tribunal fanatics, and when I demanded justice I got turned away. Those false gods only care about themselves, their false godhood. I want nothing to do with them or their people.”

• “I pray to no divine or Daedric Prince. I have no connections to anyone, anywhere. I prefer to stay neutral, I hate picking sides.”

• “Murder, assassination, deceit, lies… all a part of me. What my parents and mentor taught me. I don’t care if you decide to stick a dagger into someone because you feel like it. Just don’t get caught.”

• “I admit, I proudly worked for Queen Ayrenn and her Dominion… when I was exiled from Vvardenfell and ended up in Auridon, Her Grace took a gamble with me. She didn’t have to trust an outlander, but she did. I owed her a debt.”

• “I don’t like alcoholic beverages, feeling drunk has never been a good experience for me. Feeling out of control… if you need a drinking buddy, ask someone else.”

• “Not that I assume you have heard the nonsense, but in case you have… No, I am not a demiprince. I am mortal, just like you. The tale spoken of me is greatly exaggerated and false.”