#daedric princess

[fallen-faerie]

[bam-monsterhospital]

as much as I personally enjoyed the main summerset quest, it is still yet another exhausting example of zos trying to shove elder scrolls lore into a more palatable standard dungeons & dragons paradigm, and as such the world suffers.

the biggest example is the lady-coded daedric princes here, Mephala and Nocturnal.  With Nocturnal being lampooned into mastermind woman-deciever, and Mephala --the webspinner, the eldritch abomination whose sphere is obscured and unknowable to mortals, the plans-within-plans deity-- is reduced to being another boring basic lolth clone.

[marialunaceleste]

Short Smut Fic Time Elder Scrolls deities clash

Meridia had Nocturnal bound with her chains of luminescence. The Shadow Queen helpless under the Bright Lady's power. "You've finally lost." Boasted Meridia. "It would seem so." "Arrogant fool! Paltry forces such as those can't defeat my perfect legions! Stripped of free will, they follow my commands perfectly!" "Yes. Mine scatter or flee in the face of overwhelming odds. Or use undead as cannon fodder." "I hate those disgusting things! Their destruction is always mandatory. I cannot bear such impurity." "You focused on every last one and destroyed them. True." "And now you are vulnerable." Meridia panted slightly from exertion. An unthinking army was efficient yet taxing to control. "I originally planned to distract you and steal your Dawnbreaker and something else." "My Holy Sword?" It manifested in Meridia's hands. "Why would you want it?" "My reasons are mine own." "You are under my power! I command you to tell me!" Meridia had to catch her breath. "Why am I so tired?" "Shadow magicka." Nocturnal stood. Her bonds slithered off. "I'll be taking this." Meridia was too weakened to resist. "How?" She wheezed. "I keep my secrets, Meridia. You broadcast your weaknesses." "What else are you taking from me?" Meridia was down on her knee. Unable to fully stand. "None of your forces coming to your rescue. Big disadvantage that they can't think for themselves. And you're too weak to command." "Hmmph! Steal whatever you like! Once I regain my strength, I shall reclaim it!" "That is precisely what I was waiting for you to say. Your word is your bond." "I am a Pure Goddess! I never lie! Nor falter!" "Good." Nocturnal stole a kiss from the kneeling Meridia. "What audacity is this?" "I'm looking forward to you reclaiming that which I've stolen." Nocturnal's expression was inscrutable. Meridia was now alone. She contemplated her dilemma. Break her oath. Or succumb to the lusts of Nocturnal. Both were anathema. But a kiss was less so. Right? [Feedback, criticism, suggestions, emojis, and even requests accepted.]

[redsrooftopprincess]

Bird

Raphael x Fem!reader

Warnings: Refrence to guns and animal death

(This is pure catharsis. It happened to me earlier today and I'm still feeling it. Thank you so much @truffle-draws-turtles for the emergency Raph hug. I really needed it.)

"Monsters!!!" You growl as the front door hits the wall so hard the knob leaves a dent. You toss your bag in the corner, ignoring the explosion of boots, heels, and sneakers that scatter from the mud mat.

You storm past everyone congregated in the living room for pre patrol coffee, and down the hall to your bedroom, clearly having been crying. Picture frames shake on the wall as you slam the door behind you.

Everyone exchanges worried glances, before Raph breaks off to head down the hall.

There is a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in," you say, sniffling, wiping your nose on your sleeve. He opens the door to you sitting on the edge of the bed wiping your eyes.

"Hey princess," he says softly, "you okay?"

You close your eyes and shake your head and cover your face with your hands as a sob escapes you.

He's by your side in seconds, pulling you into his lap and wrapping you up in his arms as you cry. When you're calm enough to speak again, he kisses you on the forehead and tilts your face to his. "What can I do?" He asks.

You shake your head, "Nothing. It's over."

"What is?" He asks, wiping a tear away with his thumb.

A few more tears fall, which he wipes away as well. "I cut through the park on my way home and there were some stupid kids firing off an airsoft rifle. At first they were just scaring the ducks, you know? Dick move but pretty harmless. But then they actually hit one."

Your voice thickens as new tears begin to fall, "I tried, I really tried," you insist, "I got them out of the lake and pulled them to shore but they got hit in the neck and gods it took like two minutes. I didn't know what to do, so I just held it until it..." You bury your face in his shoulder and sob.

He tightens his grip around you, resting his head against yours, "I'm so sorry, princess," he rumbles softly, "did you tell anyone?"

You shook your head.

"Why not?"

"Promise you won't be mad?"

His brow furrows at that one, and gives you a look you know very well.

"I may have... followed them."

He sighs heavily, "Y/N..."

"Look, it was three jackass kids with an airsoft rifle, it wasn't like I was in any actual danger. They were basically just off the tit." You insist.

He rolls his eyes, "Okay, fine, still a dumb move, but what happened?"

You hesitate.

"Y/N..."

"I gave him a black eye and broke his gun..." you say quickly, cringe-grinning, hoping he's not too mad, "and his hand," you add quickly

He's quiet for a moment, "...and the other two?"

"One... may have accidently got their shoulder dislocated?"

He nods, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Lemme guess," he says, "You left the third alone so-"

"-so he could drive their stupid moped to the hospital, yeah," you confirm.

He wraps his arms tighter around you , squeezing gently, "that's my girl."

...

A/N

Unfortunately I didn't beat them up, just yelled at them. They were all adults. Not even youngish adults. But I did hold the poor limpkin and contact authorities. Nothing is going to happen because they're white rednecks and I'm a visibly queer, openly pagan monsterfucker, so I'm not the one they're going to believe. They're also my neighbors, so this should be fun...

So if anyone could just send some karma-type vibes to those fuckers, it'd be appreciated.

...

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[bogbatt]

Dro'Khani, the Blood Cats satiety

Gods favourite butchering princess, he is my baby. And also Vari'Kajdaks occult husband for daedric binding reasons, they are gay, and kiss [while tearing apart one another]. He is the Clan Father of my Sangiin vamp Clan in ESO which i hope to open up soon....

[madam-whim]

The Gold Road Reveal and my thoughts on it

I’m gonna start this off by saying I love ESO. I have been playing since 2017 and I’m pretty much doing everything the game has to offer. Quests, dungeons, trials, antiquities, sometimes PvP. That being said, this post will include lots of criticism that I feel (or know) is shared by many other fans.

But first things first, let me start off by listing some of the things on yesterday’s stream that had me bouncing in my seat:

The new zone is absolutely stunning! There’s a lot of variety to it and it does look very pretty. Exploring it will undoubtedly be fun and a feast for my eyes.

Also, Fennorian will be there, so I know there will at least be one well-written character that my Vestige has an actual bond with.

The scribing system being more of a roleplay thing – I don’t know what some people were hoping for, but I’m glad it’s not some Big Damage For Those Who Are Good At Maths kind of system. It still allows for a more unique playstyle, and I suppose it’s going to turn out like always: Do whatever you want in open world spaces, but keep your bow backflip heal out of veteran content.

And maybe the biggest “Yes!” moment of the evening: Ed Stark being the zone lead for Gold Road. While I did not like High Isle as much (too predictable for my taste, but at least it had recurring characters), he was responsible for Greymoor and Murkmire as well. I thought Greymoor was fantastic (good quests, excellent new characters alongside very familiar recurring ones), and Murkmire… well, I think Murkmire suffers greatly from being “the DLC that came after the Daedric Triad” so to speak. It kind of fell into the void created by a storyline spanning a full year (or even more, if you count the setup for the whole thing, which really began with the Varen’s ghost and Darien’s letter in Wrothgar and the Gold Coast sweetroll killer quests). I think that’s why lots of people don’t seem to like Murkmire very much despite it having great storytelling. My point is this: I do have some hope that after the fiasco some recent DLCs were story-wise, Ed Stark will at least make sure Gold Road makes sense.

And now for the criticism.

Ithelia’s design (Whenever, wherever, I want to kill Hermaeus…)

… yeah, about that. As one of my friends put it, she looks like Shakira with wings.

They really could have done so much better. The way she is now, as @akaviri-dovah said, she really just looks like a Meridia clone who somehow stole Jyggalag’s crystals, which is funny on so many levels (more on that later). Suffice it to say that I personally think the design choices are kind of lazy, given that we already have an angelic-looking Daedric lady.

Also, what’s with this picture? This kinda makes it seem as if she originally looked. Um. A lil different from the way she is now. In any case, I’m just gonna call this a missed opportunity for something more unique. I do like the glass shard aesthetic, I just wish they’d taken it in a different direction.

Dragon Break Princess Ithelia, or something like that

Now I know Dragon Breaks have to work differently from what Ithelia does, but I am kind of wondering what the consequences of her fate-altering abilities are. How do you alter fate in a way that threatens reality (with reality consisting of past and present events, with all possible versions of the future being possibly-real until one actually happens) without altering the timeline? Just by removing a possible future? Then one could argue that any Daedra could do the same just by manipulating people. Granted, it’s possible that Ithelia sees all possible futures and can do whatever she likes with them, but even then, she’d only be influencing what can become reality, not what already is. So how can she be THAT dangerous?

Right now, it just seems to me that they needed an adversary for Hermaeus Mora, and since his big things are knowledge, secrets and fate, and they couldn’t very well make a Daedric Prince of Anti-Intellectualism or a Daedric Prince of Snitching, she had to be a fate-altering type of Daedra.

At this point I’m still wondering how she even works, because how does she not accidentally cause Dragon Breaks? And if she is that damn powerful, how on earth did Mora alone manage to pretty much remove any trace of her? Which kind of brings me to my next point.

Memory Issues

I know, I know, Ithelia is not the first “new” Daedric Prince. (Which makes her stolen Jyggalag crystal vibes rather funny if you ask me.) And I don’t mind her being crazy powerful either, because so was Jyggalag or else he wouldn’t have been cursed. But that, to my knowledge, required several other Princes, whereas Ithelia apparently got owned by Hermaeus Mora alone, who then erased all memory of her. Which is not only quite the feat given how powerful she has to be, but also a very weird thing for Hermaeus Mora to do. I kinda thought stealing memories was more Meridia’s style. This entire part does not quite make sense to me yet and seems a little out of character, but well. By the way, speaking of Meridia…

Meridia-baiting the players

At this point, ZOS have to know we’re getting tired of waiting for villain Meridia. Everyone I know who is even the least bit interested in ESO’s storyline wants to see it. And I’ve seen people get their hopes up in recent days (new Meridia/Dawnbreaker-themed music box, the Ayleid ruin hint on the fragments sent to streamers…). Even in the twitch chat, there were people hyped about what they thought was Meridia, and who were disappointed when they were told it was Ithelia. And yes, I am absolutely saying they did this and made her a Meridia lookalike on purpose. But I’m well aware that we haven’t gotten any new hints about either Meridia or a certain someone since Greymoor, and that chapter will be four years old soon. Even I am beginning to give up, as much as I hate to say it.

By the way, I really did NOT appreciate Matt Firor name-dropping Darien right at the beginning. If you’re not planning to do anything with him, just let it go. I know absolutely nobody who appreciates being fed very tiny hints for two years and then being left in the dark for four years straight. If you don’t want to pick that storyline up again, just stuff the man into the Old Life quest and be done with it.

Honestly, once again, I’m gonna say this is a MASSIVE missed opportunity right here. ESO’s 10 year anniversary is coming up, what could possibly be better than to go back to the roots now and reward all those loyal players with the story they are waiting for? I distinctly recall Molag Bal telling me to watch my step around Meridia, and the setup is all there. I’m honestly disappointed that there is no Meridia content at all. And this ties in with my final point, albeit vaguely.

“Recurring” characters

Ah, yes, we do love recurring characters. Sometimes. We do love it when a fan favorite comes back – a character who’s accompanied the Vestige over the course of an entire story arc or has made multiple appearances over the years and has become beloved by many players, and, most importantly, who is well-written, i.e. has a unique personality. And that’s why “recurring characters” is not always a recipe for success when it comes to getting people hooked on a story.

It is when it’s one of the five companions, or a Ravenwatch member, or your main alliance buddy (Raz, Naryu and – oh, wait, yeah, us Covenant babies don’t have one anymore). It also works when it’s a character we’ve run across several times already, like Alchemy, who I know tons of people love, or my favorite walking disaster Revus Demnevanni.

But it’s certainly not working when it’s a character we barely know anything about, and who isn’t a hit with the community. Like Eveli’s brother whom I had to google because I could not remember who he was. He’s from a prologue quest. Nothing more. That’s not a “beloved returning character”.

ZOS have several of those just lying around, and they’re just not using them. And even the base game had so many characters that were there over the course of several zones, that were well-written and at least memorable to the degree that people would recognize them with just a little reminder, like Indaenir or Holgunn and Walks-in-Ash or the Vanos siblings. Hell, we haven't seen good old Vanus Galerion in a while. They are ten years old now and deserve to be dragged to the surface again.

Okay, I’m done now!

This concludes my rant (because that’s what it is, I’m aware). I just want to say again that this is not be dragging ESO through the mud, this is just me pointing out that the devs (especially the writers) could do so much better if they listened to their lore nerds and story-interested players more.

[misty-moth]

I’m bored, so please look at my cats ₍^. ̫ .^₎ ₍^. ̫ .^₎

Left: Captain Jax Parrow

Nicknames: Monkey, MonkChunk, HughMonkus, BigOl’Boy, MonkerMoo, Bunk

Right: Daedric Princess Azura

Nicknames: CookieBean, Reekicheeki, Reekicheekitabby, Sweetpea, Kittykittymewmew, BabyBeanCutestThingI’veSeen

Bonus: silly pics~

[milfmorrowind]

Catch me when I fall

@tes-summer-fest

Part 1: Thief

ao3 link

part two

Why did it always have to be so damp?

Really though, this was getting ridiculous. No matter how hard Mailie tried to keep the moisture off of her, there was an ever-pervasive sense of slime in the Ratway that never seemed to go away. You would think regaining the blessing of a daedric prince might come with some cleanliness-related perks, but apparently not. Although, Mailie reasoned, of all the gods, Nocturnal was probably one of the least concerned with hygiene. And anyway, Mailie would fight a hundred dragons before letting on just how offensive she found the moisture to be. Her guildmates had come to respect her, despite her relative inexperience and privileged upbringing, but she could only imagine the amount of ribbing she'd get from Vex if anyone found out why she never leaned against walls. It was bad enough with Brynjolf assigning her the lovely moniker of "Princess"(thanks, Bryn, that really helps with the rumors), the last thing she needed was another "friendly" nickname.

Speaking of Brynjolf, where the hell was he? It had been four days or so since Mailie had asked after him, only to be met with a "Dunno, said he had a job to do. Something about an 'old friend', and to not expect him back for a bit," from Delvin. Very helpful, that, thought Mailie as she gently swirled the ale in her tankard (another habit that was made fun of– "It's not one of your fine wines, Princess, just drink it and go"), the thin layer of dew collected on the handle doing nothing to improve her mood.

She hoped for Brynjolf's sake that whatever he was doing was important. Delvin made it sound as if he'd left in a rush, which suggested it was at least somewhat urgent, but that's really no excuse for not telling anyone where he was going. If Delvin hadn't caught him as he was halfway up the ladder, no one would have known he had left at all. And sure, maybe she was being a bit unreasonable, free agents and all that, but it didn't change the fact that putting yourself in harm's way with no backup plan and no one to help you out if there's trouble was careless, and Brynjolf was not what Mailie would call a careless man.

Her musings were interrupted by the door from the Ratway swinging open. Mailie quickly pulled her hood back up to cover her face, shifting as she did to make sure Dawnbreaker was covered by her cloak. Her affiliation with the Thieves' Guild wasn't exactly Skyrim's best kept secret, to be sure, but it still wouldn't do for the Dragonborn to be seen publicly wearing a symbol of the guild's leadership. The more influence the guild gained, it seemed, the more they had to fear being recognized, especially as Mailie oh-so-carefully cut ties with the Black-Briars. Protection be damned, she couldn't wait to rid herself of their parasitic influence. Like pulling a leech from a leg, there would be blood, and it might sting a little, but it was better than being bled dry.

Thankfully, the hands pushing open the door belonged to Kjeld, one of the children the guild had recently recruited as a messenger. His parents had died in a dragon attack a few months prior, and his relatives had summarily kicked him out, claiming he was too expensive to feed, despite the farm they inherited from the boy's dead parents. Sapphire had found him sleeping by the road on his way to Honorhall, and offered him a job, which he was more than happy to take. He had proven a valuable asset, eager to learn and strong for a boy of twelve, likely due to his years of farm work. Less thankfully, he looked rather harried now, cheeks flushed as he ran along the narrow pathway towards the bar.

"Thane Chester - Master Mallory, sir– I need to– I mean I have something–" he stopped, hands on his knees as he struggled to speak through gasping breaths.

Delvin Mallory, stationed as ever at his table with a notebook and a flagon of mead, calmly reached out and put a hand on the youth's shoulder. "Slow down there, catch your breath."

Kjeld nodded, taking a few deep breaths and steadying himself. "I have news about Master Brynjolf, sir."

"Brynjolf?" Suddenly, every eye and ear in the Flagon was trained on the boy, and even Galathil looked up from her book for a moment. Mailie slipped out of her chair and headed over to where Delvin was sitting, adding her hand to Kjeld's other shoulder and kneeling down to his level.

"What kind of news?" she asked gently. "Did he send you with a message?'

He shook his head. "No ma'am, I haven't spoken to him myself. You see, I ran into Elte at Heartwood, and she said she'd heard from Alan at Ivarstead that he heard from Sedyni that-"

"Cut to it, kid," said Vex impatiently from the next table over. "What'd you hear?"

Kjeld swallowed. "Someone saw Brynjolf get arrested in Solitude. Right by the fort too, said there were elves and everything."

"Elves? Were they Altmer? With dark robes?" asked Mailie urgently. Stendarr's sake, if the Thalmor have him…

The boy furrowed his brow. "Those them tall ones, right? That's why they call them High Elves?"

Before Mailie could give a full explanation (and launch into a sociopolitical history of the Summerset Isles), Delvin cut her off with a nod. "Yes, lad, the tall ones. Were they there?"

"Sounds like it, sir. And Elte said that Alan said that Sedyni said that Brynjolf was awfully surprised to see them. He might have been badly hurt, too, there was something about a crossbow. I didn't wait to hear the whole story, sirs, I figured you'd want to know straight away."

"You did the right thing, son," Mailie said, patting him on the back. Calling over to one of the closer tables to the bar, she added, "Thrynn, could you make sure he gets a meal and some sleep, please?" The former bandit grumbled, but put his mead down and led the boy into the cistern.

Mailie pulled herself up and fell back into the nearest chair. Fuck. "I don't suppose any of you have friends in the Legion."

Vex barked out a laugh and crossed her arms. "Believe me, if I did, we wouldn't have heard about this through a messenger boy. Besides, you know the rules, Chester, we don't break people out."

Mailie scowled. Vex was right, technically-- it was Guild policy that anyone who got caught was on their own, but that hadn't stopped any of them from marking escape routes or bribing the occasional guard on a guildmate's behalf. Vex was no exception. She played up the apathy to keep anyone from getting too cuddly, but she cared about Brynjolf. She cared about everyone in the guild, actually, but but accusing her of it was a surefire way to end up with a black eye, so no one dared mention it. But Mailie knew. She'd known from the moment she saw the relief in Vex's eyes when Karliah's innocence was proven, the way she showed Mailie how to treat her dragonfire burns, the way her expression softened whenever Sapphire walked into the room.

Mailie was about to shoot her a withering glance and a cutting remark on the topic when she realized that Vex was staring her down. Ah. Vex had fallen into the habit lately of trying to test her-- to see what decisions she would make under pressure, to see how she would enforce rules, to see what rules she was willing to break. In short, Vex was testing her ability to lead.

Mailie shook her head. "Bryn's too good to get caught like that. If the Thalmor are involved then there's something bigger going on here. And hang the rules, I'm not letting someone rot in prison without at least knowing what happened. Especially if they're injured."

The ghost of a smile made its way on to Vex's lips. She'd passed. "Fair enough. I'll go get him, then. Been a while since I did a jailbreak, I could use the practice."

Again Mailie shook her head. "No. I'll go."

Vex raised an eyebrow. "You sure?  You don't exactly have a lot of experience with this. Have you ever even been arrested?"

Mailie resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "I'm sure. I-- We-- can't risk this being a trap. I have some influence in Solitude, if everything goes south I might be able to talk myself out of trouble," She hesitated for a moment. "And if Elisif's favor can't help us, my... associates have some sway in Imperial politics. Me being thrown in prison wouldn't exactly be good for their image, they might be willing to pull some strings and help me out. No one else here has that kind of leverage, and I'm not letting you throw yourself in front of blade without knowing who's holding it."

Delvin leaned across the table. "You're willing to bring your parents into this, Mailie?" he said. Clever bastard. Of course he knew.

She shrugged. "It's a last resort. There's a good chance they've disowned me by now, anyway. We haven't exactly kept in touch. It's a gamble I'm willing to make, though."

Vex uncrossed her legs and stood. "Well, if you're determined to go, I think we've got some old maps you could look at. No sense in sending you in blind."

[a-thirst-for-dunmer]

may have just found the existence of Bishop the Bitchop in the modded followers section and BOY

-guy looks like if Dean Winchester went goth and decided respecting women was a fad so there’s that

-like. All the time it’s sex. ‘Nice legs’ and ‘your armor covers up the best bits’ and ‘lemme warm your bedroll for you.’ Sir, my armor is for the fucking dragons, I am married, AND you’re not an elf you’re just unseasoned bland chicken

-Yandere to the max, so fucking alpha it makes him look like he’s struggling with internalized homophobia. ‘Go fetch Papa a drink’ ‘Down, boy’ like??? Sir??? you might be a lil fruity

-when you stand up for yourself he slutshames and belittles you, god forbid I’m the Dovahkiin with 30+ dragon souls swarming inside my body. Get over here i’ll beat your ass

-not EVEN useful in combat. My mans Revyn can pull out a whole staff of paralysis when i marry him along with a dagger. (Dunno where he got it but he likes it. Good lad best boy) Bitchop uses only an iron dagger and basic bows. Kaiden, Lucien, Inigo, and gang all have unique weapons and can carry themselves in a fight. This guy is so fucking weak

-calls u a wench when vanilla marriage candidates call u dearest, love, darling

-i don’t claim this man as part of the atheist community, he’s too much of an edgelord. Plus Daedra and Aedra lore is pog fuck you

-A l l the alpha petnames, princess, babygirl, kitten probably. Guy is like a reverse Geralt

-literally calls himself a savage wolf when you ignore him. Awoo awoo furry bastard

-generic ass edgy backstory

-thinly veiled insults and misogyny passed off as jokes. Who wrote this. U good fam, you need a hug?

-dismisses your entire identity to fuckin treat you like a sex doll. B o i i have killed god’s children and you’re next

Just everything about this guy is repulsion incarnate. Perfectly convinced that this is an aspect of Namira or Molag Bal because fuck, the red flags are downright daedric. I’d rather wed Rolff Stone-Fist

[dreamyshifts]

family tree | thiarus empire

The Rheagi family is also well-known to be loving, supportive, and affectionate with one another, as well as protective and just a bit overbearing, but with good intentions, and the same for those who are in-laws. They do know when they’ve crossed the line, overstepped boundaries, etc., and apologize/make amends when necessary.

I am closest to Preciosa and Phineas, enough so that there is a running joke in the family that we’re “the triplets,” as well as very close to our first cousin, Lady Annaleigh Rheagi (21), and my younger siblings are adorably overprotective as are my other siblings. Overall, I am a cherished and beloved daughter, and therefore, sheltered.

Thus, I have very romantic and dreamy thoughts/beliefs about life, society as a whole, and romance. Considering my parents and married siblings have been love matches, I expect no less for myself

Heir of the Family

Lord Isaac Rheagi (29)

Other Children

First Countess Dyonisia Cottia nee Rheagi (27), having married Countess Odelina Cottia & Count Ludovic Cottia nee Katorth) two years ago.

Master Hydrus Rheagi (25)

Currently, a Secretary to the Third Princess Sedehana de Thiarus (the Minister of Culture & Artisan Endeavors; 28), and is in courtship with Lady Lavender Futthar (27), of the Futthar Barony and the 4th Cavalry Captain of the Templars of the Divine (Holy Knights, basically)

Master Phineas Rheagi (22) & Lady Preciousa Rheagi (22 — Frat. Twins)

Myself: Lady Serafina Rheagi (21)

Master Daedric Rheagi (18)

Master Blaise Rheagi (14)

Both Daedric and Blaise are enrolled in Kogore Academy of Magics, Arts, and Mundane—an established and renowned academy for noble-born aristocrats, wealthy merchants, foreign nobles and high-ranking citizens, from ages 14 to 19.

Master Dracomir Rheagi & Master Perseus Rheagi (10 — Twins)

Technically, orphan cousins from an extended line that my mothers adopted in a blood adoption ritual when they were 4-5.

[vestige-nan]

The aedra’s fav videogames with little to no explanation:

Aedra are more enigmatic than the daedric princes so this is a bit more subjective 🌙✨💫

Akatosh plays the Spyro trilogy, and if anybody questions it or teases him he goes into a long winded explanation about how actually the Spyro series is so deep and teaches players about resilience in the face of adversity and blah blah blah

You wouldn’t expect Arkay to care for videogames, but he’s actually an avid Resident Evil fan.

Dibella plays app games like Love Nikki Dress Up Queen and Time Princess: Story Traveler and in moments of weakness she’ll send hundreds of dollars on them.

Julianos has played Wizard 101 since it came out and is one of those fans that complains about the developers on Reddit (and rightfully so).

Purely on vibe alone and not relating to her domain, Kynareth plays Wordscapes and sends other aedra/daedra invites via text. Nobody has accepted yet.

Mara will play a variety of different games from Skyrim to Stardew Valley, but literally only does the bare minimum until she gets to the family building mechanics.

Stendarr played Undertale, only ever did the pacifist route, and then cried at the ending.

Zenithar plays Minecraft, and he thinks he’s better than Azura because he builds on survival. He’s also got a railroad connecting all the villages around his house.

Talos enjoys typical “hero goes on a quest to save the world” games like Legend of Zelda, but he has crazy controversial opinions about them and will post them casually on Reddit sparking insane debates and arguments that he doesn’t even participate in.

Lorkhan plays Minecraft and is better than Azura and Zenithar because he builds on the hard mode no cheats.

[pickledbeelly]

Same OC - different stories

Her name is Eva btw :D

1. I recently completed the storyline of the Thieves Guild and was delighted with Nocturnal’s attire, I wanted to sketch Eva in her outfit, after which thoughts began to appear about what she would be like if she were a Daedric princess.

2. And this is a small sketch of the main line in the story, where Eva is an archmage who spent most of her life studying the school of illusion and witchcraft, and all in order to get Bloodskal...

[obsidian-dovahkiin]

Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind. (For @ask-demon-princess-astarte)

Hermaeus Mora's selection of a new successor was met with much celebration. The passing of his late champion Miraak had caused much anxiety and unease amongst his closest devotees. For many, however, they were uncertain he even had a champion. Their Prince of idolization was highly secretive. But even they could feel something changed in the endless library they called home. The air seemed colder than usual, and the inhabitants much more irritable.

The legacy of the Last Dragonborn spread to even the quietest halls of Apocrypha, the worshippers honouring his fine choice. What a prize she was indeed. The other Daedric Princes bickered and fought when her mortal time was over. They all rushed to his realm, clamouring to present their case, but none could produce any definitive proof of her faithfulness. Obsidian's devotion was evident to all who looked at her. Her elaborate tentacle tattoos writhed across her skin, the mark of her Prince like a brand on her lower back. Her house was filled with forbidden tomes, and various fetishes of a tentacled god were integrated into her decor. Even her own voice had begun to match his own intricate dictation. The Princes swore they would seek revenge in the future and returned to their domains in a temper.

At least a few hundred years had passed, and Obsidian began to throw herself into her new duties. Being Mora's right hand was never easy. He spoke in riddles that could take hours to decipher his true meaning, and he would ask her to do mind-boggling tasks she couldn't determine. But as time passed, she became more accustomed to her Master's way of thinking. Now she didn't have to spend time deducing what he meant and could complete requests with ease. She was now a part of the realm and thus, a part of her Prince. She settled into a routine, each "day" being the same. Her Master allowed her a private corner of Apocrypha, as a token of her unwavering loyalty. Obsidian was given complete control over how it looked, and what was inside. With limited resources at her disposal, she had constructed a house, almost identical to her one in Skyrim. When Obsidian was not exploring, or following after her Master, this was where she would spend her time. She would often spend it writing letters to and from Mora's patrons on Nirn, or her connections across the realm. She had practically never stopped working after she was bound to Apocrypha. However, for a soul as energetic as hers, this life was quickly becoming dull. If it wasn't for her Dremora husband swearing allegiance to Mora upon Obsidian's passing, it would be a lonely one too.

There was a quiet knock on her door, and then the clicking of his armour as he walked wasn't enough to tear her eyes from the letter she was reading. The desk she sat at was another gift from her Master. It was abnormally large to match her towering height and made from the finest wood from the distant forests of Apocrypha. The iconography of her Master decorated the legs, the detail so fine that one would have to view it for hours to truly take it in. Many letters and tomes were scattered across the tabletop, Obsidian now quickly scribbling upon a blank piece of paper. He moved a book to make room for her teacup, shaking his head at the mess. All the books looked the same, with the dreary cover of brown and no title to be found. How she could tell them apart was maddening to him.

"Can you believe this Hefdet? He's demanding another audience with our Master. Why will he not take no for an answer?" She muttered, putting down her pen amongst the mess. Obsidian greeted him with a deep kiss, before reaching for the teacup. It was a deep green colour, with golden patterns painted onto the side.

"Mm, this tea smells different. Another one from your adventures?" She delicately sipped, becoming accustomed to the bitter flavour. as he placed a hand on her shoulder. He nodded in response.

"I've been told it's an acquired taste. Made from a Nirnroot. Do you remember what a Nirnroot is love?" Obsidian scoffed. "Of course, I remember what a bloody Nirnroot is. As if I could ever forget its piercing screech. It tastes…bitter. But it reminds me of those old adventuring days. What a time that was. How dull it must be for the bards: The great Last Dragonborn, slayer of Alduin and student of the Daedric Arts dies because a lurker launched her across a room. How was I supposed to know they didn't like being pet?" she chuckled slightly, as he began to massage her shoulders.

"I know you miss it Obsidian but you're doing an excellent job here. I've never seen someone serve a Daedric Prince like you before. And it isn't as if Mora keeps you in confinement. You are free to explore all of Apocrypha to your heart's content. Your deal was just no other Daedric Realms without permission and no Nirn. Here is where you will stay, but if you wish, I can accompany you to Cipher's Midden? I hear that you haven't visited in many days now. They're worried about you."

Obsidian sighed, resting her head back upon his torso. She didn't answer his question. The two remained in this position for some time, until a new letter fell down into her chute across the room. This is where all correspondence with her would be received, but also where she could send her own letters across the vast postal networks of Apocrypha. She never realised just how complex this realm was until she called it home. Their eyes flicked across it for a moment, Hefdet quickly dismissing it and returning to look down on Obsidian. Her attentive eyes noticed something different about the letter.

"Why…why is the paper a different colour?" She asked, standing up from her chair. Obsidian's footsteps were not as loud as his, as she no longer wore armour. No harm could happen to her in Apocrypha, so she would wear a various selection of robes, handcrafted by servants of the Great Eye.

"Perhaps it is a new batch of paper? Maybe it is the lighting, or lack thereof in here. I have no idea how you sit here and read-"

"It's not from here." She interrupted him, examining the letter in her hands. The piece was soft, and was white in colour, unlike the murky yellow hue of the paper Apocrypha produced. She ran a finger across it, almost as if she was determining its reality. Rushing back to her desk, she retrieved a letter opener and cut open the unmarked wax seal.

"It's from Coldharbour?" She asked uncertainly, her hungry eyes reading on. "From a Xivkyn named Kridia. She says there are rumours of him talking of invading Apocrypha! I cannot stand by and let this happen!" She cried out, gathering her possessions for her satchel.

"Wait, Obsidian we have to talk about this first! It could be a lie, we don't even know how this letter got here! Master doesn't let anything pass through his realm he doesn't check first and you know he wouldn't give you a letter from another realm. And it's not like he will let you leave to deal with it," he cried, trying to stop her from running out of the room.

"Not unless I ask for permission, which is exactly what I'm going to do! I am not passing up the chance of escaping here for a while, even if it is to Coldharbour. And no one hurts my Master. Now come on!"

[crysdrawsthings]

Concerning Elanor's antics in Skyrim

Hopefully a little post for me to finally write down some notable events in Elanor's unending struggle in making life in Skyrim somehow worse.

The year is 4E 201. The cart is rolling towards Helgen. Ralof, Lokir an Ulfric have to deal with snoring and absolutely shitfaced Thalmor Justiciar sleeping in the same cart. Say hi to Elanor, age ~110 and her questionable life choices.

- And... who are you? - Oh, I am here for the execution. To watch it, I mean. Although with a headache like this, maybe it would be easier to just chop the whole thing off, you know?

Let it be known, that Elanor should be held responsible for at least half of property damage and casualties in Helgen, because half-drunk is not the proper state to sling around destro spells.

She initially goes to Whiterun just to hitch a ride to Solitude, taking a few detours on the way, naturally, while Delphine runs her own investigation into dragon issues, frustrated that someone has already raided Bleak Falls Barrow. And someone with a frustratingly familiar "woe, ton of atronachs and a chain lightning be upon ye" approach to problems.

Mostly sober now and hungry for a rematch Elanor jumps on a chance to join Irileth's dragon hunt, subsequently devouring her first dragon soul.

A rare moral W for Elanor is stopping vandalizing Talos' statue to give a few coins to Lucia and hear her story. Naturally proceeds to casually offer to go stab her aunt and uncle so the kid can have her farm back, taking a moral L for further traumatizing the child. Evens out by borderline bullying Balgruuf into giving her Breezehome so Lucia and Brenuin can move in there. Leaves Whiterun without elaborating.

Figures it won't take too long to check this out and ventures to High Hrothgar, naturally summoning a dremora lord to princess carry her up the mountain.

Actually has a lot of fun learning funny shouty language and being obnoxious yellow gremlin. Greybeards and their young acolytes less so, but they manage. She particularly aggravates one of their most promising pupils, Eivor.

This leads to him attempting to get the Horn in the Ustengrav before Elanor can get there and coincidentially running into Delphine there and them teaming up for the time being. Elanor meanwhile doing a very important sidequesting and terrorizing local populace.

Subsequently, Elanor also forgets about the whole Horn thing after getting yelled at by Elenwen (via letter) and summoned back to the Embassy to talk about the whole dragon problem. Finds her in the middle of some daedric quest aka "Oh, you are Sheo's kid, right? Can you help me a bit out there?"

Upon making it to the Embassy shows up exactly in time for another one of Elenwen's parties. While partying takes another rare moral W by disposing of Erikur. Immediatelly proceeds to take a ton of faction-typical moral Ls for what she does to get information on Esbern out of Etienne. Also gets roped into figuring out the whole Potema thing.

After gifting Potema (bound to the skull) to Elisif, Elanor proceeds to head for the Riften where the hunt for the Blades starts. Very fun and enriching! She hasn't felt that alive since the Great War! Certainly being very normal! Surely not terrorizing and driving her quarry borderline mad with the lack of sleep and constant attacks.

Eventually makes it to the Sky Haven Temple, gets run through by Delphine's katanas, excitedly asks if dear worstie would want those back or if she can keep them for the collection. Yes, she has a collection.

Gets the Horn from Eivor, finally remembers that she is supposed to bring it back to yelling grandpas. Takes a metaphorical selfie in front of Alduin's Wall and leaves to do just that. As a result gets yet again insulted by people giving her the same title as tiber fucking septim, but on the bright side of things - she gets to meet Paarthurnax. Imprints on him like a sad lost duckling.

Dragon problems continue to escalate while Elanor is trying to dig up an Elder Scroll somewhere. Along the way takes part in the College questline, annoys Psijics and takes another rare moral W by being actually decent to college kids. Dangerously unhinged, but decent.

"Hey, kid, do you know how to summon atronachs that explode? No? Do you want to?"

After acquiring the Scroll Elanor actually remembers to go to Paarthurnax with it and finds out she can't actually perform Dragonrend as the concept of mortality is, funnily enough, alien to a functionally immortal being. Still proceeds to beat Alduin to a stalemate using her cool new shouts and good old reliable "enough magic firepower to level a city" approach.

Peace talks? Gloriously failed.

Joins the Civil War on the side of the Legion, but causes so much problems Ulfric should have probably taken her on the payroll. In any case, eventually Whiterun's position is secure enough so Balgruuf agrees to the whole "capture the dragon" plan.

Final showdown with Alduin happens, the crisis averted, the dragons chill down a bit, Elanor goes back to being a menace, gets drunk with Sanguine to celebrate, ends up in Cindhna Mine as a result, you know, the typical stuff. Civil War rages on...

Dawnguard: Elanor joins the side of Dawnguard, offers Serana to beat up both Harkon and Molag Bal if it would cheer her up, casually drops the fact of being an artificially created "godling" in the conversation, adores her new cool bow. Promises to figure out some loophole to get Durnie out of Soul Cairn permanently.

Actually gets her "parents" to join her and in fact beat Molag Bal up. Cathartic experience.

Dragonborn: oh no, worsties are fighting. Elanor is absolutely head over heel about the prospect of finally fighting someone strong again, and ends up draggin Miraak back to the Nirn after Mora tries to pull a sneaky.

"Hey, maybe I should start a cult too, you know? I am cool and basically a goddess in the flesh, I deserve one"

The Dragon Cult 2: Electric Boogaloo. Now comes in girlboss.

A few years later Elanor is mostly known as Thurrahdaal, the Winged Majesty, and Paarthurnax is doing his damned best to keep her at least somewhat sensible. Somewhat succeeds. Sometimes it requires whacking her on the head with a wing or a tail, while in private.

Eventually, a century or so later, our horrible meow meow embraces the whole Alduin thing and devours this particular timeline, abusing her privileges to keep her horrible bf (Ancano, also the head priest of her fun little cult) around.

Following this "lives" at Akatosh and Co place and scheming something very dastardly to do to one divinely neighbour.

Ze end.

[redsrooftopprincess]

Two Hundred!??!??!??

Sup, guys, it's me. Princess is a little... Well...

Two... Hundred... 😵‍💫

She'll be aight.

I'd say two hundred in two months is insane, but let's be real, she's pretty damn great. Got a real talent for making me look good. 😏

Hey, not just you.

Yeah, better watch your back, dude, your bae's branching out.

Shut up, dumb ass.

He's got a point, Raph.

She's not even writing about you.

I can be patient. 😌

Fucks' sake.

Anyway, thanks for all the love. If she weren't...

................. 😵‍💫

that, she'd probably say "Thanks" and then tack on some bullshit like she can't believe you like her this much and she hopes she can keep making you proud and whatever, but honestly I think we all know this bitch just gettin' started. 😉

Much love. ♥️

Oh, one last thing. She's probably gonna want to do a thing to thank you guys, so drop some suggestions in the replies, if you got em. Peace.

.....

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Special thanks to my tag-ees. Thanks for staying invested. I love you. 😭

[cheeseandstrawberrytartlover]

Sheogorath x Mortal!Reader

Seperate Sheogorath fanfiction

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: Elder Scrolls

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Sheogorath (Elder Scrolls)/Reader

Characters: Sheogorath (Elder Scrolls), Reader

Additional Tags: Fluff, Prison, Caretaking

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You kept your head low within the walls of your cell. You have been praying for days and nights, but no answer... Not from anyone.

Full of sadness, you raise your head and look at the grey brick wall.

Suddenly you hear a loud crash outside of your cell. You flinch at the loud noise which was followed by another. As if a door was slammed shut.

You do not dare to stand up and look what was going on. You just hoped that it had nothing to do with you. You hide your head between your legs again.

From the hallway you start to hear soft tinging as if someone was pulling metal along the other cell doors. The other inmates either gasped or held their breath.

Who or- what had entered the prison...?

A soft, but deep voice came from the cell door, "There you are... Are you all right?"

You moved your head slowly only to see a well-dressed figure with white hair and a beard.

"Who... are you?"

"You prayed to me, remember? Begging for help?"

Prayed to... them? What?

Their facial expression changed to a grin and they spoke again, "Do not worry, you are out in a second."

The figure pulled out an odd looking cane from their back and hit the lock once. The cell door jumped open within less than a second. They took a step back, in an attempt not to scare you.

You try to get up but as you stood on your left leg, it hurt so much that it gave up.

The white-haired humanoid looked at you with slightly widened eyes and mumbled, "Ah, you are not all right. Let me help-"

They walked towards you and attempted to help you up, but they noticed your weak leg nearly immediately.

"You are wounded... poor darling. Do not worry."

You barely noticed that you were picked up like a princess since they were so fast. You were now so close to their face that you could see the... uncanny resemblance, but- still- They were beautiful in every way of the word. Their eyes were completely inhuman, but... they were filled with softness and care. A pure gold was their eye color.

"What is- your name?"

"Sheogorath."

Like? The Daedric Prince-

Sheogorath carries you down the hallway. The other prisoners were cowering within their cells.

The guards of the prison seemed dead along the floor and you hold onto Sheogorath's shoulders. They craddle you gently.

"Shhh, no one will hurt you anymore. Let us go home... I need to fix up your wound."