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[debaited]

OC Tag Game

Tagged by @nowandthane ty my friend <3 I loved this game. it's fun to think about and categorize my Skyrim guys.

tagging @lyradrawings @hezenvengeance @argisthebulwark @thana-topsy @juniperberries-canisroot and anyone else who would like to take part. No pressure <3

Favorite OC: Oh man. It really depends on who I'm writing or fixating on. I guess I would say my two most favorites are Griffin and Faelon. Griffin is super complex and his feelings and emotions go very deep. He has several inner struggles to battle at a time, and writing his interactions and reactions to things are fun. Faelon helps to get a darker perspective on things; his mind works so differently from that of my other characters, and he lets me explore grey morality more.

Newest OC: Honestly, Faelon is my newest. I integrated Veris in not long ago, but he existed as an oc from a different fandom before this so he wouldn't technically be new.

Oldest OC: Atlas. I'm still working on rewriting him, but I used him back when I was still playing console Skyrim. He was the first Skyrim oc of mine that I ever gave much thought to.

Meanest OC: Faelon. He's pretty terrible sometimes (affectionate)

Softest OC: Theo. That's my baby. He's very sensitive and has a terrible case of RSD (I may have projected)

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC: Technically Faelon again. He can be charming and persuasive but that's mostly cause he learns from and mirrors the way people act so that he can manipulate them. But when he's in a genuine position of talking to someone without ulterior motives, he's at a loss and is usually pretty elusive.

Dumbest (affectionate) OC: If we're going in terms of book smarts and not practicality I'd have to say Griffin. My man never really got any education and he lived off of learning everything firsthand. He knows a lot on the surface from experience. He knows how most things work, but not the "why" or inner workings of them. He's also not the best at reading or writing, but his vocabulary is decent from listening to other people talk.

Smartest OC: Theo. He's a scholar. He's smarter than me. But he's also humble about it (not at all because I don't know all the things he's supposed to know or anything)

OC I'd Probably Be Friends With: Theo or Atlas. They're easier to get along with and not as intense; I'd def slip up around the others.

[ghostbat-reblogs]

this is so true actually and i'm making it canon

How does Brynjolf *really* know if you're rich or not

"Its all about sizing up your mark, lad" Yeah whatever I don't buy it

Yeah yeah he's a good thief and can tell if you're shifty blah blah but imagine if his process was more mundane

He slipped his hand in your pocket for sure. He definitely gave a lil swipe or something. Idk I think it's funnier that way

Or did he see a suspicious looking guy and he was like "I'm going to go and examine this creature" and then tried to act cool about it. What if he was randomly guessing and turned out he was completely wrong. I like these situations much better

[elluvians]

Happy bday! Hope you have a nice one.

Thank you! <3

[cagedcambion]

dream in red

[argisthebulwark]

A Feast for My Eyes Only

summary: Small things that I believe would turn on some of our favorite Skyrim guys. gn reader, no y/n or pronouns used. featuring: Miraak, Farkas, Brynjolf, Vilkas, Balimund, Mercer, Teldryn warnings: Sexually suggestive content, minors do not read or interact. tagging @daedrabait because once again i am mercerposting

Miraak claims to be unaffected by mortal temptations until he meets you. When he witnesses how naturally you control the Thu’um and he feels the ancient power that resides deep within you. It is when you have him pinned, blade at his throat and eyes brimming with determination that his blood heats. He's never seen such beauty. Apocrypha crumbles at your voice, hand twisted into his robes to hinder any chance of escape when he dives in for the first kiss, unable to contain himself any longer.

Farkas is a sucker for your touch. Something as simple as you brushing hair out of his face or aiding in the placement of his armor is enough, he loves being able to touch you. After a long day he leaves Jorrvaskr behind to return home at your side. Farkas wants nothing more than to sink into a warm bath together, no armor in the way of allowing him to appreciate each inch of your body. He loves the way his hands look on your skin and the way your fingers trace along his scars, every small touch fueling the fire in his heart.

Brynjolf has become rather addicted to watching you work. When you skulk through a wealthy neighborhood in search of all their easily forgotten baubles and he struggles to track you his blood starts pumping. He follows you upstairs into some nobleman’s lavishly decorated chambers, stealth forgotten in his bid to spread you out on that ridiculously expensive bedding. He wants to make you writhe, to hear you moan until the neighbors know just how exquisite he alone can make you feel. 

Vilkas finds it extremely difficult to maintain composure when you are demanding. When you command that he rests he is entirely at your whim. He is thrilled by your hands on his chest shoving him into bed, your body straddling his, the bliss of someone else in complete control of him. He’d never admit it to anyone else but he would beg for just one more taste of you. He gazes at you, knowing that he made the right choice loving the one person who brings him to his knees.

For Balimund, he finds that he is most undone by you when you are free from all the titles and duties. When you are wearing his shirt and lounging together. He finds you the most alluring when you are warm and cozy, wrapped around him without a worry in the world. He cannot keep his hands to himself when you are relaxed in his bed, everything forgotten but one another. When your skin is warm against his, hands sliding easily under loose clothes and sheets twisted around your bodies.

Despite his many secrets, Mercer seems to get a thrill out of the danger of being caught. Whether you’re spread over the messy desk he treasures or against the Vault’s chilly metal doors he loves to hear you moaning his name, each sound echoing through the Cistern. It's like he's daring one of the thieves to notice, blood heating each time someone mentions the marks you've left on him.

Teldryn has always enjoyed your banter but found himself head over heels when the mutual flirtation began to seep in. It is only when you cut the innuendo and lay it all out that he feels himself at a loss for words, when you tell him how badly you desire him and every impure thought that’s plagued your mind. He loves the way you speak to him, how vulnerable you are when it's just the two of you.

[asteriascomet]

another dark urge commission from a while ago, this time for @daedrabait :)

[dirty-bosmer]

Snippet Someday

So I've been revisiting the earlier chapters of my fic and am stuck in a bout of editing paralysis where everything sounds blegh, but ahhhh so is life. I thought, what the heck— let me put a positive spin on all these writing woes and make a game out of it. Plus I've been meeting a lot of new writers this summer, and I figured this would be a fun way to get to know your stories and characters as I make my way through my bookmark list. Take this chance to showcase your fic. We've all been working hard. Let's be proud of how far we've come :)

Tagging: @atypicalacademic @skyrim-forever @justafoxhound @elavoria @gilgamish @thana-topsy @thequeenofthewinter @paraparadigm @chennnington @expended-sleeper @snowberry-crostata @sylvienerevarine @dumpsterhipster @nuwanders @daedrabait @wispstalk @rainpebble3 @nine-blessed-hero @mareenavee @miraakulous-cloud-district @ladytanithia Sorry for blowing up your notifications. If you're not tagged, please feel free to jump in and tag me if you see this and want to join! I'm not always sure who is writing fic and who isn't. No pressure as always :D

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.

From The Illusionist: Passion, Purpose, and Penance:

First Chapter: Skirting The Black Road (commence the moral decayyy 😈)

Admittedly disappointed by this virtuous facade, he saw the crack, only needed to slip his blade into it and twist. This, he could work with, for she was a murderer in the eyes of the Night Mother whether she accepted it or not, and he had no doubt that if pressed, she too would heed Sithis' call. They all did. New murderers were pliant, he found, like old snags of dead wood. One gentle push and the roots released their grip.

Favorite Chapter: 61— Us and Them (self indulgent disaster-ship is self indulgent 🤷‍♀️)

And when he looked at her, he felt dissolved, knew not where the salt of her tears became the salt of his blood, and if he could strip her from her skin just to drink the liquid dark behind her eyes, he would.

Most Challenging Chapter: 67 — A Small Death (Newly mantled Sheogorath is not a headspace I know how to work with 😅)

“Again, Nimileth?”

There was disapproval in his voice, faint, but not faint enough to suggest he'd been trying to hide it. Nim fought back the urge to growl.

“I had a bit too much to drink, that’s all,” she mumbled. Too much last night and the night before. Too much. Too much again.

“Don’t you think you should know your limits by now?”

'Don’t you think you should know your limits by now,’ she wished to spit back at him, make herself an even greater pest if only to feel more like the lowly, burrowing insect she had become. Or better yet, something limbless, blind. A worm. But Nim didn't have the strength to finish. She didn’t even have the strength to start.

Instead, she bunched the sheets in her fists and yanked them over her head so that she lay completely covered. What am I doing, she thought. The throbbing waves of her headache crested and crashed, grinding her skull down to coarse, ivory sands. What am I doing?

Lucien didn’t linger after that. He flung open the curtains, and when he left, the sun crept across her back. Shielded as she was beneath her sheets and behind her eyelids, she could still feel its glaring, angry flare.

“I see you, Nimileth,” it said, stretching its fingers across the room. Pointing, taunting fingers that seared and scraped at the raw wounds of last night's sins. “I see you. I will set and I will rise and I will see you again tomorrow. I will see you then. I will see you again.”

[miseryscrowned]

15 lines of dialogue

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Thank you for the tag @dragonologist-phd <3

Here’s some lines from Angra, my commander from pathfinder wotr :>

“It’s always a victory, no matter how small, I’m not about to just let you give up! Who would I feast with after our victory??”

“Would you believe I was just trying to see my mom? Gods, I hope she’s alright.”

“Listen my father is not perfect: a drunkard and a privateer, damn he even lost his ship twice! But I wouldn’t change him for anything in the world. All the adventures and laughter, nights by the fire singing songs and telling stories, all the memories… Would you really miss out on all that with your daughter?”

“We missed you, at least I did, it was getting pretty boring without your shenanigans.”

“You’d make an excellent pirate! Once this is all over I need to take you to my city to see all the ships in the docks, maybe even get you your own!”

“Holy mother of cheese, what the actual fuck?”

“Where I’m from people don’t flee from a fight… Well some do, and some are drunk, and some probably watch wondering what is going on but the point is: we’re friends, friends stick together, you can count on me.”

“You know what we really need? A bard. Fuck, alright, I’ll be the bard.”

“My dreams? Well, I dream of the sea pretty often, and also of fights and brawls, feasts and treasures, there was this time I dreamt that me and the whole crew were fighting a kraken in nothing but our breeches!”

“Of course I can sing, you can’t walk a step in the docks of Goudenhaven without hearing a song, it’s in our blood.”

“The Harpies that almost drowned my crew were more pleasant than you.”

“I’ll be honest with you: your friends, they’re pretty weird.”

“You’re not just good Arue, you’re the best I know. I wish to stay with you forever. Free, boundless, I wish to show you the beauty of the world, to wake beside you every day in a new place and hear your laughter, see your smile, create new memories…”

“Not sure if this is a good idea but I kind of want to see what happens.”

“Are you done? Is he done? Demons and their villain monologues, I swear…”

I’m going to tag @wizzardyke @izar-tarazed @daedrabait @blighted-elf <3

[hezenvengeance]

Music tag game!! Tagged by @yahargulian, im sorry its so LATE im a fool

Four albums I've been listening to recently:

indoor war by natives

shooting star by XG

coco moon by owl city

being funny in a foreign language by the 1975

gonna tag @darlinleonard @daedrabait @astormrollsin @yelling-in-space

[nowandthane]

🎶 9 Ship Songs 🎶

Thank you @my-dumb-obsessions for tagging me ❤️ I saw this and wanted to do it too so I’m very grateful xD

Rules: List 9 songs for one (or more) of your ships. Optionally, tag 9 people.

Tagging @azurechicken @sillyliterature @ace-trash-boi @elvhencore @daedrabait @queentheirins @yurissweettooth @malabadspice @corgiofdeath only if you wanna do it! No pressure ❤️ and sorry if you’ve already been tagged 😅 Also anyone else who wants to do this ofc!

This got long so I’m putting it under the cut 😅

I can’t choose one ship lmao so, starting off with Dragon Age~

Riyaad x Fenris (for when Fenris leaves yknow. I promise they’re not this angsty all the time)

Shadow Preachers by Zella Day

I close my eyes, just close the door You want a minute, I'll give you more Maybe I don't want you either We're both unsettled, nighttime creatures Shadow preachers, nighttime creatures

Veara x Solas (though tbh this is just peak Solavellan song to me, it’s not really specific to Veara idk)

Murder Song (5, 4, 3, 2, 1) - Acoustic by AURORA

He holds the gun against my head I close my eyes and bang, I am dead I know he knows that he's killing me for mercy

Garrett x Anders (two apostates against the world + religious trauma who doesn’t love it!)

Sinners by Lauren Aquilina

So lets be sinners to be saints And lets be winners by mistake The world may disapprove But my world is only you And if we're sinners then it feels like heaven to me Our hearts are too ruthless to break Lets start fires for heaven's sake

Arianwen x Cullen (this was always their song for me, I listened to it all the time when I was writing Command Me to Love)

Gold by Echos

Nobody knows who I am I've got intentions of gold with my plans Nobody knows who I am I've got intentions of gold with my plans

Some polyships—

Heroes of Ferelden (Nayima x Leliana x Alistair)

Nayima x Leliana (they have issues post blight/honeymoon phase but they’ll work things out eventually. I see this as Leliana singing the song about Naya)

October Passed Me By by Girl in Red

Yeah, I got bitter when you got cold Could you really blame me though? 'Cause I'm still tied up when you go You know this song is about you, who else could it be? You were the first to make me feel like I was me

Nayima x Alistair (sometimes I think I choose this song for them/aliwarden just because it has the word ‘tainted’ in it)

Battlefield by SVRCINA

Meet me on the battlefield Even on the darkest night I will be your sword and shield, your camouflage And you will be mine

i havent made a leliana x alistair playlist yet

3 Snipers + Tali (the name started as a joke but it stuck lmao. So this is Sarani’s polycule with Tali, Thane and Garrus. Garrus is also romantically involved with the other two, Tali and Thane are queerplatonic. It’s a whole thing, I’m writing their story rn and it’s pretty complicated ngl but I’m having fun)

Sarani x Tali (yeah ok the music video I edited for them is to a different song but… *shrugs*)

Love from NGC 7318 by Tanerélle, Barnes Blvd.

I wanna tell you how I feel tonight I keep trying, but the words ain't right Nothing's fitting for a kind like you I'm never speechless when the earth's my view Killing the time Building a fort Wrapped in each other as we fall in love I've never met a girl like you, never met a girl like you

Sarani x Thane (but they WILL last, they WILL, I will MAKE IT SO)

Won’t by Tanerélle

I tell him 'Go fast' I've gotta thing for speed He tells me 'Lean back' I let him take the lead I know it won't last But he is all I need I write my name over his tongue So it is all he speaks I got a million fucking reasons I should leave him But I don't I got a million fucking reasons to stop dreaming But I won't

Sarani x Garrus (hmm, that’s a lot of Tanerélle, you might think. idk I was listening to a lot of her when this polycule was cooking in my head)

Ripe by Tanerélle

I know you been thinking that you can't But I think that you should If I can make your whole body ache I can make you feel good I'm what you need, I'm what you know Hooked on your axis You make my world go I'll keep you wild I'll keep you free Say you'll be mine I'll show you what that means

I have songs for the entire polycule too but I’m already at 9 so I’ll stop lmao

[debaited]

I guess I should prob make a pinned. I'm still working out some of my oc stuff but here are some links to already existing info for my ocs

Side note - all my ocs are queer men. <3

Work in Progress.

Faelon - Bosmer (ldb)

Ref

Unusual oc associations

Backstory (ao3 link)

ao3 series with Mercer Frey (NSFW)

Random fairly large infodump on an oc ask game reply

Veris - Dunmer (non ldb)

Ref

Unusual oc associations

Fic with Balimund (SFW)

Theo - Imperial (non-db) & Griffin - Bosmer (db)

I need to post and write out more info about them, but they are an oc couple and their ao3 fic can be found here (NSFW)

More info can be found by going through the "oc: (name of specific character you want to see)" tags on both my main blog and here.

[throughtrialbyfire]

WIP Wednesday!

sparkle on, it's WIP wednesday, don't forget to be yourself!

thank you to the lovely @dirty-bosmer for tagging me!! WIP wednesday has become a real motivator to keep working on my fics, i love seeing what everyone puts together for the week!

tagging @orfeoarte @vanusiscooler @maldov @aphocryphas @skyrim-forever @argisthebulwark @v1ctory-or-sovngarde @umbracirrus @kiir-do-faal-rahhe @daedrabait and anyone else who wants to join in! i'd love to see your wips, but there's no pressure as always!

this is a large section of chapter 15 of Cycle of the Serpent, so you'll all be able to see it in full context very soon!

"Besides," they snickered, "we should probably leave this here for now." Emeros' stomach dropped. The sight of the tome, the flashing memory of Belethor's nerve-shackled features earlier that day, the sound of his voice still clear in his head. He inhaled through his nose. Once, twice. A beat passed. "You didn't." He hissed, brow lowered at the Altmer who was climbing onto the bed, propping the book up against their long, garnet-clad legs. Wyndrelis watched, scrunching his nose like he'd smelled a particularly strong brandy. Rolling the images over in his mind of the prior night only served to sour his tongue, as well. The shrug out the door. The grin. Their eyes, so focused on the tome that it seemed the entire world fell away for that one moment when Belethor told them what it was. Suspicions confirmed.

The bard thumbed through the book's worn pages in an idle motion, reclined against the pillows. "Look," he started, Emeros locking the doors to the balcony and glaring back at the other Mer, "I think we need this more than some Thalmor Justiciar who's gonna probably burn it anyways." "But you-" Emeros fumbled against his mind for words that never seemed to merge, latching and unlatching against his thoughts. He finally let out an exasperated groan, forehead cradled in the crux of his thumb. "Fine," he spat, "but the moment we're done gleaning any important information from it, you are marching right over there and returning the book to Belethor." "Why should I?" Athenath bolted upright, the book lurching against their lap, pages slapped around like fronds in a strong wind. "Like I said, a Thalmor agent's just gonna burn it the moment they get their hands on it-" "This war is hard on everyone," Emeros interrupted in a low, stony tone, Wyndrelis wincing as if he wished to disappear into the background. "The Thalmor pay quite a lot of gold for items like that one, he could keep his hearth warm for months with that one deal." "And?" Athenath rolled their eyes, "did we meet the same Belethor? The man said he'd sell his own sister if he had one!" "That may be! Don't misconstrue my words as defending him, Athenath, I'm defending his livelihood. Do you know how hard it is to keep afloat amidst this turmoil? Gods, do you even know what the Thalmor may do to him if they don't get what they want?" "Why should I give a single shit about a man who'd shake hands with a Justiciar?" Emeros steepled his hands along the bridge of his nose. He drew in a long, apprehensive breath. His stomach tightened. How could he explain to them that Dominion gold was worth more than any honest septim? That they paid well, the kind of wages for information that could keep a family afloat for much longer than without, demanding a higher price in return. The kind that no one should have to pay. And that with this, Belethor would almost certainly have Thalmor-hired swords at his back, should the book not reach its destination? How could he explain all of this to the bard, whose eyes burned pinprick holes into him as he attempted to string a response together? Dominion gold could keep Belethor afloat in the Civil War. He didn't blame the man for taking it. Hard times made anyone desperate, shame took the backburner, the back of Emeros' throat burned as he opened his mouth once more, hands joining together neatly before him. "Athenath," he sharpened the name on his tongue in a way that made the Altmer shrink back. In a low voice, he leaned closer from his chair, his brow shadowing his dark eyes as he spoke. "Do you honestly, truly believe that I, being from Valenwood, don't have any understanding of your position?" He paused, letting the words soak into the Altmer's skin. "And, with me being from Valenwood, do you think that perhaps I've an idea as to what position you've put this man in?" Wyndrelis watched the exchange, fidgeting with his fingers, picking at his nails, anything to avoid being seen. He watched Athenath's cheeks redden. Something boiled beneath that usually grin-clad exterior, their teeth crushed so tight together in their jaw that the Dunmer almost worried he'd snap a tooth. He pushed his glasses up his nose and swallowed hard, unsure of how to cut away the tension. It thickened around them, an atmosphere that swept away the trio like swirling eddies in the sea.

[juniperberries-canisroot]

Tagged by @daedrabait (this is full-pockets side Skyrim blog)

5 Comfort Characters & Tag 5 People

Princess Peach

The Orange Bird

Oswald the Lucky Rabbit

Tutu from Animal Crossing

I couldn't think of one more character. There are many I like but I'm not sure if they are my 'comfort character'. Tbh I'm not sure entirely sure what it means.

Tagging as many people as I listed characters,

@friend-of-giants

@oot-disaster

@notoriousbastardlover

@ego-osbourne

Sorry if you've already been tagged!

Also because he is such an obscure character, here is a pic of the Orange Bird

I could not tell you why I like this bird so much considering he wasn't a thing by the time I first went to Disney years ago nor have I seen his movie. I just think he's super cute. I have a tsum tsum of him as well🧡

[dwarvenwarden]

Kane, The Haunted One, Dark Urge Embracing

OC belongs to the goat @daedrabait !!

[argisthebulwark]

trying to boop tumblr user daedrabait so many times my app crashed help

[sylvienerevarine]

Last Lines Tag

I got tagged for this by the lovely @daedrabait! Here's a line from the chapter I promise I'll post tonight, featuring our intrepid heroes bantering as usual.

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“You know, you’re awfully wise for someone who spends all his time breaking rocks.” Sophrine tucked the knife into her belt and started to stand, wincing at a spike of pain in her knee. She hadn’t realized she’d been struck there.

Roggi reached down and helped her to her feet with a sympathetic smile. “You get a lot of time to think down in the mines. Usually about mead, but the Divines from time to time. They’ve blessed you with a strong constitution, that’s for sure.”

Sophrine tried not to think about exactly what the Divines had blessed her with.

I tag @mareenavee, @anotherclassicpretence, and @miraakulous-cloud-district!