#danica pure-spring

[kookaburra1701]

WIP Wednesday - Wives of Shor I: Moth to Flame

❤️❤️❤️tagged by @dirty-bosmer and @thana-topsy ❤️❤️❤️ tagging @gilgamish @nientedenada and @tallmatcha

Fandom: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: T (entire fic is E) Category: M/M Pairing: Kaidan/Lucien Flavius Genre(s): Romance (bodice-rippers my beloveds), bildungsroman Other main characters: Inigo the Brave, she/her Breton LDB

Summary: A scene from near the beginning of the fic - Kaidan has something he needs to do before the party sets off for Bleak Falls Barrow. Lucien Flavius is by Joseph Russell, Kaidan is by Liv Templeton, and Inigo the Brave is by SmartBlueCat.

25 Last Seed, 4E 401 Whiterun's streets were shrouded in mist, the few lanterns still burning at this hour casting halos of light in the gloom when Kaidan stepped out of the Bannered Mare. Tucking his cloak around himself, he walked quickly towards the stairs leading to the Wind District. Given how long it took Lucien and Pascale to prepare themselves in the morning on the road, he estimated he had a good hour at the earliest before they made their appearance at the stables.

The lanterns on the doorposts of the Temple of Kynareth were lit, and the door was unlocked. The inner atrium of the temple itself was lit only by the votive sconces flanking the shrine of Kynareth at the far wall. Not wanting to disturb any sleeping patients or clerics, Kaidan moved around the outside of the atrium, but did not find what he was looking for.

"May I help you, child of Kynareth?"

Kaidan whirled, coming face to face with Danica Pure-Spring, who was holding a lamp and had clearly just risen from bed, her robe ungirdled and hair thrown over her shoulders in long twin braids.

"I did not mean to wake you at this hour Sister, I apologize," he whispered. "I came seeking Kyne's blessing."

Squinting at him in the dark, a flicker of recognition crossed Danica's face. "You're the one who brought poor Hadvar to the jarl - so you're accompanying him on that errand of Farengar's?" When Kaidan nodded she said, "I would be happy to give you a blessing." Danica turned and walked toward the Shrine of Kynareth at the far wall of the temple. "I have a traveler's amulet for you as well if-" She stopped talking and turned to look at Kaidan quizzically when she realized he was not following her. "Is something the matter?"

Kaidan glanced around the Temple. It looked just like every other temple of Kynareth he had seen during his travels in Cyrodiil and beyond.

"I would like a blessing of Kyne, Sister."

Understanding dawned on Danica's face. "I see, I see. I don't get asked for those much, especially with the Gildergreen...well. Unfortunately with the expansion of the healing wing the shrine to Kyne we had outside was removed, and never replaced. But we will do it properly, don't worry. The Goddess of Storms doesn't need anything made by man's hands to work her wonders. Meet me under the Gildergreen, and unsheathe your blade."

Nodding once, Kaidan turned and left the temple.

He almost kept walking past the twisted, scarred trunk of the Gildergreen. He must have incredible depth of hubris to ask for Kyne's blessings after turning his back on all of Brynjar's teachings - and instead of doing it properly, he was going to be doing it in the middle of a city, under a dead tree, with a priestess who prayed to Kynareth.

Despite these thoughts, Kaidan took off his cloak and knelt beneath the Gildergreen's boughs, facing the Throat of the World. He carefully unsheathed his nodachi, placing the scabbard in front of him, and laying the bare blade across his legs.

Below him, the buildings of the Plains District seemed like islands in a sea of thick fog, and to the east the first blush of dawn was chasing the stars away from the horizon. A lark began to sing in the branches above him.

Repeatedly Kaidan tried to still his thoughts and center himself, but every time he attempted to begin a breathing exercise, his thoughts would turn to Brynjar, and a sharp pang of guilt would lodge in his chest.

"Are you ready, my child?" Danica approached, her vestments in place and priest's cowl now covering her sleep-mussed hair.

"I- I don't know, Sister."

Danica paused, but did no speak, waiting for Kaidan to continue.

"I haven't prayed to Her in...a long time. I don't know if Kyne will hear me."

For a long moment, the only sounds were the rushing of water in the aqueducts and the lark still heralding the dawn, heedless of the two humans below his perch.

"It's not my place to say what She will or will not do. But-" Danica moved to stand before him and placed her hands gently on his hair as Kaidan bowed his head. "I am reminded of the story of Keeper Ormi, who turned her back on Kyne when she thought the Goddess had abandoned her sons in war. She was so given over to grief that she turned to daedra-worship, and became a hagraven. She desecrated Kyne's sacred trees, and led her priestesses astray. And yet the Goddess welcomed her back when she repented, and returned her to human form. Do not presume to have done such terrible works that She is unable to grant you Her peace."

Danica's words brought some measure of comfort, and Kaidan was able to quiet his doubts as she began the blessing.

"Widow of Shor, Blessed Warrior-Wife, May this man's blade be as swift as your storms, And sharp as your winds.

"Sister-Hawk, he is your sword and your shield, Use him to safeguard those under his care." "Mother of Men and Beasts, Do not draw your veil against him as he travels, Bring peace to the wild things, that they will not bare their fangs to him."

"Kiss-at-the-End, if he should fall, May he meet you with honor untarnished, And carry him safely to Shor's Hall."

As Danica finished Kaidan felt her place something over his neck. When he opened his eyes and looked down, he saw a small scrimshaw pendant hanging from a leather thong, covered in flowing spirals and flanked by two hawk talons.

The last time he had seen one of these was when they had burned it with Brynjar's body.

He stood suddenly, knowing he had to leave immediately if he was to retain any of his dignity. "Thank you, Sister."

"Your journey awaits," Danica smiled at him. "Wind guide you."

Kaidan refastened his cloak and pulled his hood up as he descended the stairs, leaving the Gildergreen and Danica behind. By the time he reached the main gates, his cheeks were dry and the amulet was safely tucked under his tunic, the weathered bone warm against his heart.

[helgiafterdark]

[skyrim-forever]

So doing the baby meme thing got me thinking. What if Ondolemar found out Theodora was pregnant with his child while they were still seeing each other in Markarth? Just woke up one morning threw up beside his bed, she goes to Whiterun to get checked and BAM lil baby Arthano making an appearance in her tummy early! Because you know he was just so excited about popping his head out. Totally ready to be the next Arena champion. What kind of drama would ensue? Would Theodora even tell Ondolemar about it, given their current roles? How would Ondolemar feel sitting in his office or pacing Understone Keep knowing that Theodora was out there carrying his child? I NEED THE GOSSIP!!

Hi friend <3 Thank you so much for this ask this is a really interesting question. Unfortunately I can't see a scenario in which they would keep the baby because there are two ways it could happen.

Earlier on before they admit their feelings, if Theodora found out she would have a ~~fantasy abortion~~ and not tell him. They aren't in a relationship, owe each other nothing so it would be an "oops!" and then she'd be super careful. As their feelings came out she would tell him and he'd be very practical about it. That was the reasonable solution to falling pregnant in this type of arrangement. No hard feelings on his end.

It would happen after they had their love confession in Windhelm (chapter 1 is out here hehe shameless plug) in which case it would be the same outcome. This time done for the fact their isn't really any other option, she's got to fight Alduin, he has his duties. As long as she has to be in Skyrim she wouldn't be able to hide it, and then once its here, what do they do?

I was inspired to write this second scenario as that will explain it better. Under cut because sad :( and long this is 1100 OOPS

Ondolemar made it a point to work now, try to get something done while he still could. His love had scarcely eaten last night and was sprung from the bed early this morning with some foul sickness, retching into what she could find. The empty barrel had been something he meant to get rid of anyways. Theodora left to go see the Alchemist in town in hopes she could provide her answer as to what was afflicting her. She suspected some sort of stomach flu and if that was the case, he would likely come down with it too. Best work now until she returns with more information. 

Once she is gone for more than an hour he begins to worry. Running through his mind are fears it could be something more serious, something contracted on the road, an internal injury as she insisted on healing herself whenever possible; the fact they both drank heavily was not helping. The woman drank to be drunk where as he consumed casually throughout the day, it felt a bit better even if in reality it was comparable. As it’s nearing hour two, she comes back to him. Abandoning his work, he walks over to her, speaking just after the dwarven doors close. 

“You were gone for longer than I anticipated, I trust she found something? Are you going to be alright?” Her hands extend and he welcomes them gladly, trying to pull her in closer but she stays standing on her own. 

“I also wasn’t expecting to be gone that long either, but the alchemist has a strong suspicion.”

“That is good, what does she think? I hope it is not Bone Break Fever, absolutely a nasty disease that is. Do you feel weak?” She smiles meekly.

“A bit but that’s not it.” Noticeably her eyes fall to the floor. “I won’t know for certain until I speak with the healer, Danica Pure-Spring at the Temple in Whiterun but…” All the way to Whiterun what could possibly require such a trip? Any ideas as to what could be that serious are interrupted with the reveal. “I may be pregnant.” Oh. “And if I am then I will also take care of that at the Temple as well.” 

Ondolemar did not mean to be silent for so long, regretting that he retreated inward to grapple with this information rather than immediately comfort her. Regretting even more now that she apologizes.

“I’m sorry, normally I’m very good about-” He remedies the silence by bringing her to his chest, no resistance from her as she falls against him. Hand rubbing her back and the other smoothing her hair, he speaks. 

“No no, you have nothing to be sorry for, famously it cannot be done alone.” A weak attempt at humour but she does laugh, before the sobbing begins; anguished like he’s never heard her before. Hoping to never hear it again. Knowing there's nothing he can say at this moment, the intensity can not be healed with words, demanding to be felt, that is what he does. Let her cry against him until she can muster the words, chastising herself in anger now.

“Fuck, why am I crying? I’ve never considered having children before so why does it matter? Why do I feel so…” The question ends abruptly with another wail. 

He had thought of having a family someday, long ago  when he was much younger. The plan had been to throw himself into work, advance the family’s standing, then and only then would he let his mother work with the matchmaker and get on with the decades long progress to get married as an Altmer. But there was always more work to do, longer hours, more travel. Before he knew it the decades slipped by, casual relationships here and there but never entering into the formal process of courtship. Mostly with other agents, they were who he was around the most and thus were deeply familiar with the strict schedules under the Dominion. Seeing his sister wed had made him content, she found a nice, respectable man from a scholarly family in Skywatch. There were times he tried to rationalize with himself it was for the best. Whether or not he enjoyed it aside, he was a soldier first and foremost, the nature of a soldier is to be sent far from home. No point in having a family if he would not be able to see them, nor would he ask her to keep it as she was making the logical choice. There is her fated battle on the horizon, the matter of his position, as well as the purges conducted where there was higher density of mixed man-mer ancestry. What would he ask her, doom yourself to a life of hiding and single motherhood as he cannot follow because he loves her? Because sometimes he did imagine leaving his post, finding some way to flee from the Thalmor’s gasp and shed that which he cannot entirely believe. Tempted to do it even as he wished they lived in a better world and is curious if she has had similar thoughts. 

His thumbs gently wipe away her tears, as best he can, while cradling her face. 

“It is a serious situation, Theodora. You’re having a normal reaction regardless, let alone under our circumstances.” She nods and he places a kiss on her forehead, before gauging the situation.

“Do you want to keep it?”

“It’s not a matter of if either of us wants to, we can’t. Even if I could hide it the whole time, fight Alduin and manage to survive despite being who knows how pregnant,” A pained sigh as she is blunt with him on something which he knows to be true. “And unless it comes out looking identical to me, I’ll only be able to lie so much. Questions would be asked, Ondolemar. Nevermind if I tried to bring them around you in any capacity, how soon would it take someone to put things together, how fast would the hammer slam down on you?” Gods, she is right but that doesn’t stop the sting.

“I know, I know.” Leaning down for another kiss on her forehead, hands instead wrapping around her torso in a loose grip as she rests her head tilting upwards, clear view of the redness sin her eyes and the change in her skin tone. Red and puffing from the mental ache.

“If I were to have children though I’d want you to be their father.”

“They could have no one better as a mother than you.”

“I love you, Ondolemar.”

“And I love you, Theodora.”

[gacmediadaily]

Wonderful news, Hopefuls & Hearties, "When Hope Calls" will premiere April 3, 2025 (my birthday, yay!) on Great American Pure Flix and April 6th on Great American Family!

The announcement was made during a Great American Family Facebook Live Event tonight with Cameron Mathison, Bill Abbott, and Cindy Busby, who will star in this all new season this Spring.

Two previews were shown during the live event for "When Hope Calls," and a preview was also shown for the movie, "Grounded," starring Danica McKellar and Trevor Donovan, and season 2 of the series, "County Rescue," with Brett Varvel and Kristin Wollet.

Karen Kingsbury promoted the film, "Someone Like You," based on her book with the same title. The faith-filled movie will premiere on Great American Family on February 22nd.

Beth Stern had a furry little friend join her as she discussed the upcoming special, "Great American Rescue Bowl," on February 9th at 12p/11c.

Eric Close spoke to Cameron and Bill about his faith-based football movie, "Average Joe," which will premiere on Great American Pure Flix on January 23rd.

Near the very end of the Facebook Live, Candace Cameron Bure revealed a sneak peek of "The Ainsley McGregor Mysteries: A Case for the Yarn Maker," and she shared that she and Cameron Mathison will have a sequel Christmas movie to their 2024 holiday film, "Home Sweet Christmas."

Watch the full Great American Family Facebook Live Event with Cameron Mathison and Bill Abbott hosting with these guests: Candace Cameron Bure, Beth Stern, Eric Close, Cindy Busby, Danica McKellar, Karen Kingsbury, and Brett Varvel.

Seeing how much faith and inspiration are both incorporated into many of the excellent family movies and TV series projects at Great American Family was terrific.

[littlemissf]

Danica Pure-Spring 🍃

[quicksilverdrabbles]

No Cure for The Plague (1)

Lucien: So Idgrod wants us to give a letter to this 'Danica Pure-Spring'. The trip from Morthal to Whiterun was surprisingly short!

Kaidan: That's because we cut through the Labyrinthian. It would have taken days longer if we'd decided to go around the mountain.

Inigo: I am going to stink of troll for weeks..

Morana and Xelzaz: *excitedly writing/talking about the troll fat they had gotten*

Morana: I'm going to make Two-Handed potions for Kaidan. He would like that, right?

Xelzaz: It would definitely be beneficial. I'm planning on making some Frenzy poisons.

Morana: I should do Dragon's Tongue with it. Fly Amanita would just give the potion frenzy properties.

Xelzaz: Agreed.

Taliesin: If you two are quite done, we have reached Whiterun.

Morana: So rude, Tally. *a little angry face is written in the bottom corner of her newest page*

Taliesin: Yes, yes. Let's just find this priest and go already. It reeks of dog here.

Kaidan: If I remember correctly, the temple's in the Wind District. This way. *holds the door of the Temple open* After you.

Morana: Thank you.

Kaidan: Of course.

Morana: ...? *looking around at all the sick people lying in their beds.* ... *staggering forward, suddenly feeling nauseous* Oh.. This.. this is a healing temple..

Kaidan: Hm? Morana?

Morana: *falling forward* Shit..

Kaidan: Morana! *he runs forward and catches her before she hits the floor, unconscious* Hey! What happened?!

Soldier: *sitting up in bed* Huh? The pain's gone..

Farmer: My fever! It's been cured!

Taliesin: What?!

Lucien: Morana! What happened to her??

Xelzaz: One of you get a healer! We need to lay her down somewhere that isn't the damned floor!

~

Xelzaz: How is she?

Danica: Stable. I don't know what happened. One moment you say she's fine, but now she's taken on.. the same symptoms as all my patients combined. They all say they've been cured.

Kaidan: How is that possible?

Danica: I'm not sure. Magic is my first guess. I'm going to double check my other patients. You can go in and see her, but be warned that what you see may be the reason she was so insistent on wearing that mask.

Inigo: We understand. Thank you.

~

Morana: *gasps, sitting up quickly in bed* Ow.. Rockjoint..? *reaches up to feel her head, a cold towel falling off of her forehead* Bone Break Fever.. *looks around the room*

Inigo: *Lying asleep sprawled across the foot of the bed, quietly purring*

Lucien: *asleep propped up in a chair, his head bent at a (most likely) uncomfortable angle*

Xelzaz: *sitting with his head down against a table, asleep*

Taliesin: *Leaning against the wall by the door with his eyes closed. He looks relaxed, but is he really asleep?*

Morana: *frowns, looking around at her friends. Night has fallen, and the moonlight illuminates the room* How long was I.. asleep...?

Kaidan: *sitting in a chair next to her bed, his top half laying on the mattress. His hand covers hers gently*

Morana: Shit- *winces, curling in on herself from the pain* Need my potions.. *reaches for where they usually are on her armor, realizes she isn't actually wearing her armor* What?? My mask- I-I'm not wearing my mask-

Kaidan: Mn.. *he shifts, opening his eyes slowly*

Morana: *gasps, raising the blanket so it covers her face*

Kaidan: Morana! You're- what are you doing?

Morana: I-I'm not wearing my mask.

Kaidan: Oh. Er, I-I'm sorry, I should have figured you.. wouldn't want anyone to see. We all.. we were too worried, we came in as soon as Danica told us you were stable.

Morana: So they know?

Kaidan: About what?

Morana: *lowers the blanket, frowning at Kaidan* ... I'm not.. a very attractive person. So many people are afraid of me. *Several scars litter her body, ranging from small cuts on her hands to a large burn on her shoulder and arm, and several heavy flagellation scars on her back. The entire right half of her face is burned.*

Kaidan: You're worried about not being attractive?

Morana: No. Well- yes, but I'm more scared people will see my scars and think different of me.

Kaidan: We don't think different of you. If it helps, I think you're rather.. beautiful.

Morana: Don't lie just to make me feel better.

Kaidan: I'm not! I swear on everything that I am. Your scars tell stories, and while they may be painful ones, it doesn't take away from who you are at all.

Morana: ...

Inigo: Mrrr.. Hm? Morana? *yawns, raising his head to look at her* You are awake! This is very good news. *sits up, kicking the leg of Lucien's chair lightly* Everybody wake up!

Lucien: Wha- WAH! *the chair tilts, and he falls backwards. He grabs the table to try and steady himself*

Xelzaz: Xuth! *the table pulls back, he falls forward and hits his head on his knee* OW! What on earth was that for?!

Taliesin: Haha. That was quite a show.

Xelzaz: Oh shut it.

Morana: Are you guys okay?

Lucien: Quite alright, we.. *blinks, turning his head towards her* ... MORANA!! *jumps out of the chair to stand next to her* Are you alright?! What in the gods' name happened-

Xelzaz: How's your fever?? I tried to give you a cure disease potion but it didn't work-

Inigo: Did you sleep well? You looked very tired, my friend-

Morana: *raising her hand so she could get them to quiet down* I'm hurting a bit too much to write or sign right now, so please bare with me... Um.. *flushes, unfamiliar with the attention* C-Could someone bring me my potions please? The ones in the purple bottles.

Taliesin: Here.

Morana: Thank you.. *she reads the labels on the bottles before drinking two labelled 'Rockjoint' and 'Bone Break Fever'* ... I'll be fine in a few hours.

Inigo: What did you just drink? It smelled very nasty.

Morana: Regular cure disease potions.. don't work on me. I have to make special ones catered to my immune system.

Xelzaz: Alright.. Well now that we know you're okay, would you mind explaining what happened? It frightened us greatly when you suddenly collapsed in the middle of the Temple of Kynareth.

Morana: Kynareth??? Nobody told me it was a Temple of Kynareth.

Kaidan: Why does that matter?

Morana: ... It doesn't. Or- it does matter, but there's a lot to be explained before I can say anymore on that.

Taliesin: We've got all night. And rather eager ears.

Lucien: Are you sure you don't need anything else?

Morana: No, I'll be fine for now.. I suppose I did promise I'd talk about my past.

Kaidan: Only if you feel ready to share, lass. We won't force you.

[asarlaiochtsystem]

Alessia’s Legionnaire Journal #1

Loredas, 23rd of Last Seed, 4E 201 It has been a wild few months, I’ve barely had time to sit down and write since I’ve arrived in Skyrim. When I arrived in Solitude, the Legate refused to accept my papers. The Imperial Bureaucrats had made an errors it seems and so I was forced to take on an entire fort on my own. Fort Hraggstad and the Bandits within were in disrepair and so I was able to easily dispatch with them in under a few hours. When I returned I was inducted into the Legion, given the oath, and given my kit.

My First orders were to delve into a nordic tomb to find some Crown important to the nords, something about some First Era Nordic King named Harald. In any case, this was the last time things were easy since I arrived here. 

After getting the crown and delivering it to General Tullius, I was sent to Whiterun to deliver a message to Jarl Balgruuf. Jarl Balgruuf is a man of some renown in the legion, he served valiantly against the Dominion during the Battle of the Red Rings and in other engagements in the empire, he also has the scars to prove it. He’s older, not ancient like the Battleborn or Grey-Mane patriarchs, but definitely in his mid to late 40′s. I presented my message to the Jarl, but he refused to take a look at it until after performing some task for his Court Wizard, Farengar.  Farengar wanted me to collect a relic called the Dragonstone, apparently it detailed the location of dragon burial sites which would aid in combating the beast... which I ended up doing. As soon as I return I was led by Irileth, the housecarl, to the western watchtower and made to fight.  I slew the beast and absorbed some kind of power and knowledge of the dragons. The Guards called me dragonborn and on my way back to the Jarl the Greybeards shouted for me apparently. Personally, I’m not too focused on it right now. The Dragons are a danger to be sure, but I duty is first to the Legion, Second to the Gods, and thirdly to my family. With the dragon matter out of the way, Jarl Balgruuf agreed to read General Tullius’s letter. He then gave me an axe which he entrusted me to present to Ulfric as some kind of nordic ritual. As I readied for the journey I met the Priestess of Kynareth, Danica Pure-Springs. She asked me to help her revive the Gildergleam. By Chance, I also met a woman named Vilja who asked me to deliver a bottle of some sort to the Eldergleam Sancturary. Our two destinations aligned so we headed out. By this point I should say that there were three of us: Lydia, Vilja, and myself. Lydia is my housecarl. In the process of serving the Jarl, he awarded me the title of thane, essentially a knighthood of sorts. Lydia is essentially part of my retinue, my personal bodyguard. She seems a capable warrior, if perhaps a bit more prone to skirmishing than I’m used to. Vilja in comparison is a bit more friendly and talkative. She and Lydia tend to gossip while we camp. When we arrived at the Eldergleam Sanctuary I collected a sapling to take back to Danica and we found someone to help open the bottle... I then was once again diverted to go deliver a letter at a mill. While at the mill I was approached by an Orcish worshipper of Trinimac who proceeded to knock me out and kidnapped me. When I awoke I was in a cell and was accosted by a Telvanni wizard named Shanath. After exploring the town, Sadrith Kregan, I did some tasks for Shanath against my will before finally being given my freedom by the town’s leaders. I was then roped into stopping Shanath and helping the wizard Ylen-Ylu. When I completed all of Ylen’s tasks he then proceeded to leave me and said “You do it, I don’t have the spirit to complete this.” At which point a hyperspace craft, “AHO” as he called it, appeared before me. I sent the information to the imperial legion and was given the go ahead to bring the empire’s justice to the Town. All of their goods were confiscated and the slavers were summarily executed. I made my way back to Dragonsreach and retrieved Lydia. I’m writing this now in the loft of the Bannered Mare, preparing our provisions for our journey ahead. God’s Willing the rest of this journey will be less eventful.

[nicestpamkale]

Helpful/Interesting Facts;

- The 'kill your spouse to get divorced' is a lie. You're still considered married & no new dialogue will pop up.

- Orcs are elves. Not necessarily bad, technically entirely neutral, but the fact that 99% of people do not know this in Skyrim is a lore failure I think.

- You can buy houses in all of the walled holds in Vanilla Skyrim. This is here because it took me years to know that. (Specifically, when I got hearthfire and I was looking into the prices for all the other homes.)

- If you clear out that fort to the southwest of Whiterun, the bandits will be replaced by guards.

- make sure to keep a separate save before doing the Gildergreen questline, and when you replace it with the sapling, remember to wait a few days. Sometimes the Gildergreen isn't actually tagged for removal, and in Vanilla, the only way to fix that is by redoing it. Otherwise you'll have a pretty bush inside of an ugly tree.

- The cemetery right beside it is where The Headless Horseman stops. Also much like the dragons- you can actually see the Headless Horseman on the world map. It just takes some squinting.

- You can't adopt children in plain vanilla. That's a DLC. (Hearthfire)

- The Vampire DLC (Dawnguard) adds the favesculptor in Riften. If you aren't a vampire, she can change anything save for your race or sex. Fun way to be canonically trans, I think.

- Morthal's unvampiring man only exists in the vampire DLC. (Dawnguard) He exists because of the face sculptor. I like to ship them.

- Read the books. Among my favorites are; The Cabin in the Woods, A Game at Dinner, and The Cake and the Diamond. They're more than decoration tools. @ me for more Skyrim book recommendations.

Cool Quests;

- on your way to Ivarstead, where the throat of the world is, for the first quest- there is a guy sitting on the edge of the road, seemingly in pain. Follow him, it's pretty funny.

- actually that whole road is filled to the brim with treats- some of the most interesting/thought provoking questlines and caves are on that fucking track. Seriously, genuinely, as you follow that road to Ivarstead; literally do ALL OF THEM.

- In Winterhold there's a lighthouse questline involving a dead family. Highly recommend you complete it for 10% to healing spells.

- In Dawnstar, there's a big ol fort at the top of that cliff. You can go inside of it if you talk to a guy in the Inn. Dawnstar actually has a lot of the curious-er questlines in that way.

- There's another werewolf in Falkreath- visit the jail to talk to him. He murdered a child but he's actually a really good guy. :)

- In Windhelm, visit the alchemist to find a questline that is actually really good, and an item that's even better.

- In Whiterun, if Danica Pure-springs is sitting outside the tree, talk to her. She's got a questline that allows you to either make that tree really pretty or replace it with a sapling. :) (If you want to replace it with a sapling and don't already know how to, ask me.)

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This is just a small list of off the top of my head things that people might want to see or have missed because Skyrim's game design is so shitty you have to go out of your way to find them/learn them.

If anyone is curious about anything in Skyrim hmu. I'm reaching a point in time where I've been playing the game longer than I *haven't* been playing it and I have more interesting advice/info than shit you can find in any Skyrim Top 10 videos.

(ALSO I hope it comes across that despite my brash demeanor. I actually love this game.)

Apparently not everyone knows that you can still get into the thieves guild in Skyrim if you fail the first quest

[toobusybeingdead]

Skyrim OC Leo Chapter 1: Lucifer

Authors note: This is going to be a series about my Dragonborn character and how I feel her life goes as she fulfills her destiny. Several quests are going to be different than in game but that just makes it more interesting.

Leo had known she was different for as long as she’d been alive. Was this some sort of punishment for something she did in a past life or was a Daedric Prince simply bored and decided to use her as a source of entertainment? Either way, she was going to die, drowning in the frozen water as the ship sank to the bottom of the Sea of Ghosts. They tried to warn her about the curse that was placed on the ship but she wouldn’t listen. She closed her eyes as the water reached up to her neck. Maybe she will finally be able to find the reason she was born into this cruel world.

“There she is!” A voice yelled. Water began to splash as a set of arms wrapped themselves around the woman. “She’s barely alive!”

She felt herself being dragged out of the water and wrapped in warmth. “Poor thing.” An older woman’s voice cooed. “She’s so tiny, even for a Breton. Are you sure she’s not a runaway?”

“She had all of the proper documents. Twenty-five-year-old Breton traveling from Roscrea to the mainland.” The two continued their conversation but as Leo tried to listen, exhaustion took over.

She felt warm. Was the hypothermia setting in? But she could feel her fingers and the tips of her ears. “You’re finally waking up, my child.” A calm voice said. “Try opening up your eyes slowly, you are safe here.” She cracked open her emerald eyes and looked at the wooden ceiling above her. “You are in the Temple of Kynereth in Whiterun, the Collage of Winterhold sent you here to heal.” She sat up and held the blanket to her chest. “They said you were not recovering due to the cold and thought you would be better off here.” The priestess handed Leo some clothes. “Put these on, we tried to change you out of your old clothes but you were putting up a fight, even when sleeping.”

The woman left to give Leo her privacy to change. “How long was I asleep?” She asked in a rough voice. She winced at the dryness in her throat.

“Five days.” She came back as Leo finished tying the cinches. “I feared that you were not going to make it.” Leo nodded her head and sat on the edge of the bed. “My name is Danica Pure-Spring. I am in charge of the temple here.”

“My name is Leo.”

Danica smiled and handed the Breton woman a cup of water. “The ship captain was able to provide us with some information before you were sent here. You were wanting to begin a new life, yeah?” Leo nodded her head. “There are plenty of jobs here. You could begin working on one of the farms, or I’m sure Hulda could use another hand at the inn. The Companions are always looking for new members as well.”

“I-I’ll look around. Thank you.”

The summer sun warmed Leo as she walked out of the city gates. When she was pulled from the ship she still had her enchanted satchel on her. It was a gift from her father when she was born and enabled her to carry almost everything she possessed. She was able to change into her traveling clothes and found her family's sword that she now carried by her side. As she was about to take her first steps into her new life she heard someone shouting.

“Wait!” She turned around and saw an Argonian man running up to her. “Wait!” he panted out as he finally caught up. “Y-you’re the one from that shipwreck up north, right?” He hunched over, hands on his knees as he caught his breath.

Leo slowly nodded her head. “Yeah?”

The man stood up and looked down at her. “I asked Danica about you and she said you were leaving on some sort of adventure, would you mind if I went with you? As protection of some sort?” His eyes had a hopeful glint in them.

Leo stood in shock for a moment. She has never seen this man before in her life and now he wants to travel with her? Was this some sort of trap or was he just that desperate for some adventure? “I guess you can join me.” She said slowly and began walking.

The Argonian smiled. “Then let’s get going!” He took in a deep breath as he walked next to his new companion. “My name is Lucifer, by the way.”

“Leo.” She replied.

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Danica Pure-Spring attempts to get the Dragonborn killed, twice: a headcanon (and call-out)

The woman sends you into a hagraven nest to fetch a magic knife saying she'd get it herself but is terrified of hagravens. Okay, fair, I don't like them either. Upon your return, she's all "Oh . . . I didn't expect you to come back. I'm glade you did of course," in the flattest, most unenthusiastic tone I've heard the entire playthrough.

Yeah that sounded honest.

And then she refuses to touch the knife, instead asks you to take the thing to Eldergleam Sanctuary and get the sap for her. Insist on cutting the tree, and you're besieged by spriggans - it's a knife designed to cut spriggans you really think they're not gonna notice? Or step in to defend Kyne's favorite tree?

You know what I think? Danica knew. She thought if the hagravens didn't get you, the spriggans would. And if you still get out alive, she gets her tree back and the pilgrims who fund the temple by coming to see it.

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Sketch of Danica Pure-Spring

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girls girls girls !!!

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running late for dad's funeral

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Day 5: Gentle

A/N: Hey everyone! This entry will include pregnancy, totally understand if that's not your thing and you want to skip. But if you're interested Theodora goes to see Danica Pure-Spring due to what she thinks to be her years of fighting catching up to her. This one kind of got away from me and it's 1600 words XD Tagging @tes-summer-fest

The journey to Morrowind had proven to be more difficult than she anticipated. On paper it seemed straightforward, get to Windhelm and take the Northern Maiden. Whiterun had only been meant to be a quick stop on the way there, however as she got closer to the city her health began to fail. First was general exhaustion, even riding on horseback was tiring and then she lost her appetite. The mere smell of food was enough to make her vomit. Perhaps the battle with Alduin had left her more damaged than she initially thought, or if it was the years of fighting that had finally caught up to her. Theodora knew that she’d never make it to Solstheim in this state, let alone face whatever was waiting for her there. 

Praise be to Kynareth for having a temple in the city. She regretted not seeing Danica sooner. 

“Hello Dragonborn, what brings you to the Temple today?”

“Hi Danica, I’m not feeling well. I was wondering if I have some old injuries that are causing problems.” 

“I see.” The Priestess gestures for her to follow her, leading her to a bench tucked away from the main hall. “Can you please describe what you have been experiencing ?” Theodora takes a breath, the exhaustion is beginning to hit. 

“Well, I find I’m getting tired much easier, I can’t do the same amount of travel as I could even a few weeks ago. And Divines, even the smell of food makes me nauseous.  I’m wondering if I have an internal injury, I haven’t gotten proper medical treatment for quite some time now so I wouldn’t be surprised if something is much more damaged than I originally thought..” She lightly laughs “I’m not great at recovery.”  Danica nods along as she speaks. 

“Have you noticed any changes in your body? Perhaps needing to relieve yourself more often?”

“Yes! I’m up every two hours at night. I had forgotten about that, just thought I was just starting to get older.” 

“Hmmmm. When was your last bleed?” 

“My, um” Theodora stops mid-sentence, surely Danica wasn’t implying that she was…? Anxiety starts building inside of her. Relax, she is just trying to cover everything. “I don’t remember. I figured it was all the stress keeping it away.”

“I see.” The two women sit in silence for a moment, tears begin to well up in her eyes as the gravity of the situation sets in. Pregnant the word repeats over and over in her mind.  

“It is okay Theodora.” The Priestess holds her hands in hers. “There are treatments available if you need them.”

“Thank you, could I have a little time to myself. I need to think before I decide anything.”

“Of course, I’ll be over there when you need me.”

The tears came out in full force, snot coming from her nose, and loud sobs. Why wasn’t I more careful? You stupid bitch how could you let this happen? She wasn’t fit to be a mother, what did she even know about mothers? There was the threat of Solstheim to deal with, how could she do that with a child? While pregnant? Then came the thoughts of what if the baby looks more like Ondolemar than me?What kind of place is this for a half Imperial half Altmer child? She lays her head back against the paneling of the Temple, eyes shut in an attempt to stop crying. 

The thoughts then begin to morph, perhaps it is not all bad. She may never see Ondolemar again, but she could still have a small piece of him. He wasn’t really gone now, there’d be proof of their time together. And maybe that was enough. She had been praying to Akatosh for something, anything to help her keep going. Maybe the Divines were not so cruel after all. She could do with her child what she wished her mother had gotten to do with her. She’d tell them they were born of love, that they could do anything, they’d be the Dragonborn’s child. And no matter what, that fact would give them protection. She had more than enough money and Theodora had been looking for what to do with the rest of her life. Being Thane in nearly every hold had proven not to be as glamorous as it originally sounded. She is torn. 

Returning to the main temple hall, she speaks to Danica.

“I’m going to need a few days to think about it.”

“Absolutely, think it through. Whatever you decide, the choice is fully yours.”

“Thank you, Danica, truly thank you.”

She spends the night at the Bannered Mare staring at the ceiling and thinking through every possible scenario. She could go into hiding, maybe even move back to Cyrodiil or as far as the coast of High Rock. raise the child somewhere no one knew her, maybe in a large city so seeing a mixed child wouldn’t be out of the ordinary. But could she leave the friends she did have here? She was sure Camilla would understand, she was the only one who knew about her relationship with Ondolemar. Wanting kids herself, Theodora couldn’t imagine her thinking less of her. All her thoughts seemed to involve how to have the baby, not if she should. Maybe that was a sign enough. Eventually her eyes grow heavy and sleep overtakes her. 

Dreams were normal for Theodora, mainly nightmares, but dreaming has become a place of old memories. In her dreams her father and Uncle Elo still breathe. Aunt Rhiannon still smiles. They were all still at the house in Anvil, and sometimes even the city itself was thriving, flourishing as it was when her father was young. This was one such dream. She is in the kitchen when she hears a baby’s crying coming from upstairs. Instinctively, she follows it. Through the house’s winding hallways she grows closer to the source of the sound, now hearing a woman’s voice.

“Shhhhhh, it’s okay, shhhhhh.” It’s coming from the storage room, the one that had been beside her room. The door is partially cracked open, a sliver of sunlight shines on the dark hardwood. When she opens the door fully, a woman is there. She looks like her paintings, long curly dark hair, warm skin, wearing a long white dress and brown belts. Everything is the same save for the grey streaks in her hair that she never got to grow in life. Before Theodora can stop it, a word she’s never uttered leaves her mouth. 

“Mom?” Kassandra turns to her, clutching a small golden bundle in her arms.

“Sweetheart, I’m just trying to calm him down, he woke up from his nap early.” She rocks the baby softly. “I think he wants his mama.” Theodora’s arms open naturally and her mother places the baby, him, in her arms. 

“Here, support his head like this. Be gentle.” She takes her hand and adjusts it behind his head. “Good, good, you got it.” She can see him better now, his small pointy ears and brown eyes. She takes a brief glance up, brown like her mother’s eyes. “Oh isn’t he sweet? You’re so lucky.”

“I am.” She rocks him slowly. “But mom I’m scared.” Tears start coming out of her and her mother wraps her arms around her. 

“I know dear, I know. But you’ll be okay. You can do this, you have done so many hard things.”

“But what if…” Kassandra stops her mid-sentence. 

“Don’t worry about what ifs, you can’t predict what will happen. What do you want?” Amidst the tears Theodora looks down, back at her son. His crying has ceased and he smiles at her. 

“I want him.”

A crash of thunder jolts her awake, as her hands touch her face she feels tears, she had actually been crying. It was not just a dream. Never before had she dreamt of her mother, let alone talked to her. As more tears come, this time of joy, she feels healed. The little girl in her who never got to cry to her mom finally got her mother’s advice. Though she did not know through which mechanisms had made it possible, she knew that was in fact her mother she spoke to. And if her mother believed in, she could. 

Seemingly having forgotten what time it was, Theodora rushed to the Temple. With a swift knock on the door, Danica answers. 

“I’m keeping it.”

“Congratulations.” Danica rubbed her face and smiled at her. “You’ll have to be gentle with yourself these next few months. Based on your symptoms I suspect you’re around 6 weeks.” She takes a piece of parchment and writes something down before handing it to Theodora. 

“You’ll want to start taking these herbs, they will help you with tolerating food. Once you’re six months along take these ones.” She points to a small list of plants, some of which Theodora had never heard of. “They’ll help prepare you for birth.”

“Thank you.”

“You're welcome. Oh, and no more drinking. Not until you’ve finished breastfeeding.” Oh that’s right she thought, pregnant women famously can’t drink. She hadn’t been sober for longer than a few days since she was a teen, this was going to be a challenge. 

“Alright, I understand.”

There is life back in her, both figuratively and literally. Deciding to still go to Morrowind, she figures it would be best to be pregnant away from prying eyes. She has a few  months still to make progress on the Miraak issue. Perhaps it was naive to think she could still adventure pregnant but Theodora already felt stronger. She has someone to be strong for.  

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Danica McKellar was bursting with joy when she became a Christian in the spring of 2022, and the Great American Family actress recently shared that she is still growing and thriving in her newfound faith.

One of the things McKellar is doing to mature in her walk with God is reading through the entire Bible in a year. In fact, she’s even been taking the time to discuss what she’s learned on social media and on her Bits of Joy video series through Great American Community. One of her latest topics was the Lord’s Prayer from the Sermon on the Mount.

"Whether or not you are Christian or whatever your faith is or isn't, I find something very interesting about the Lord's Prayer," she said during a recent social media livestream. "There's praise, there's asking for things, and there's one thing that we are going to do in return, and that one thing is that we have to forgive people who've done bad things to us… And that's like, one of the hardest things to do, right?"

McKellar noted that the majority of us probably have people in their lives who they haven’t really forgiven, but wondered if that forgiveness was the key to truly getting what you wanted in life. (After all, Jesus was very specific in how He taught the disciples to pray for a reason.)

“That’s our challenge: to forgive others the way we want to be forgiven,” she added. “It benefits our souls because we can let go of bitterness, which will only harm us if we cling to it.”

The actress, who said she doesn’t have a favorite Bible verse yet and is simply “absorbing it all right now,” went into more depth on what forgiveness truly means and how to exercise it in her Great American Community video, which is now streaming on Great American Pure Flix.

“‘Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us’ asks us to do only one thing in return for God’s forgiveness,” she explained. “And that is, that we must truly wish the other person well within our own heart.”

Read Also: Danica McKellar Dusts Off Dancing Shoes For Upcoming Great American Family Film

But how does the busy actress, who is a regular on 90s Con and Christmas Con circuits, in addition to being a wife and mom, author, mathematician, and actress with two Great American Family films coming out soon make time for her daily scripture reading? For McKellar, it’s about making a commitment and sticking to it.

"I'm reading the Bible all the way through this year. That is my goal, and it's happening," she said. “I also listen to the Bible on my phone. It's so great. I do it when I'm putting my makeup on or folding laundry or whatever. So it happens. My life can't get too busy to do it because I get to listen to it while I'm doing things that I would be doing anyway. And it's just wonderful."

In addition to her video on the Lord’s Prayer, McKellar’s recent Bible Bits videos on Worshipping False Idols and Ego vs. Humility also stem from her current readings in the Bible.

[saturniandragon]

I promised myself that I wouldn’t make another one of these, but then I saw this which then led me to this, and I suddenly can’t control my hands.

The Elder Tweets V: Skyrim, part 3 

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