#does dawnbreaker count then?

[wolfofcelestia]

Add on headcanon to my last post:

MC can only die permanently by the hand of the one she loves most

[starry-fame]

Hopeless Eternity [Dawnbreaker Zayne x Gender Neutral!Reader/MC]

Summary:

Is this what it means to be lost in your dreams? Some days, if there’s no risk of transformation, he spends his entire day and evening in bed, drifting in and out of sleep. Sleep is warm, serene, sleep gives him a life where his hands are soaked in blood with the intention of saving — not destroying. It’s a dangerous irony, the him that exists as a surgeon, an aid, a life-saver.

A him that’s loved.

Tags: angst, pining, Zayne POV, hurt no comfort, complicated feelings, touch-starved Zayne, post-prologue to tomorrow Word count: 3,030 Ao3

Author’s Notes: I pumped this out in a day out of pure will and post-main story release I love Zayne I love Dawnbreaker :(((

Masterlist

It’s equally fleeting as it is vivid. His solace — his reprieve; a soft smile and sparkling eyes. The way you look at him, something he’s come to crave. Find solace in his quiet dreams. Sometimes you’re a wide eyed child, teary over a popsicle he awkwardly freezes to fix. It’s lumpy and not very appetizing but you seem to love it anyway. Other times you’re older, an adult, a hunter, he learns over these dreams. A dying profession. A world bright, warm, lacking the destitution of his current home.

Is this what it means to be lost in your dreams? Some days, if there’s no risk of transformation, he spends his entire day and evening in bed, drifting in and out of sleep. Sleep is warm, serene, sleep gives him a life where his hands are soaked in blood with the intention of saving — not destroying. It’s a dangerous irony, the him that exists as a surgeon, an aid, a life-saver.

A him that’s loved.

Zayne can’t save a soul. But he can destroy them before they drag innocent bystanders into the depths of hell with them. If there is a heaven — a cold voice flickers in his mind that a damned world like this experiences no heaven nor hell — he hopes the souls he freed make it there. Maybe then the blood he’s drenched in would feel a little less heavy.

It’s a rinse and repeat. Destroy and recoup. Grab just enough sustenance and plant food, repeat. Life’s a bleak repetition over and over. He doesn’t lose himself in AI like the rest of the world does, but when he spends hours grueling over doctor shows and trying to understand the same procedures the him in his dreamscape undergoes, he wonders if his form of escapism is any better.

They don’t compare to his vivid mind. Well — it can’t merely be dreams. It’s practically life itself. A world just beyond his reach, dreams that haunt him. There’s always that person — you. He’s not sure if the bubble of affection comes from himself or the person he is in his dreams. Yet every time he wakes up, the hollowness in his chest doesn’t go away. The yearning for someone far beyond his reach, a soft smile and fingers that press a macaron to his counterpart’s soft lips.

He always liked sweets.

—

The day his dreams become real, tangible, a reality, he almost feels complete.

It’s brief, it always is, but it’s enough to stave him over. Makes the chill in his heart thaw, the frost that seems to enshroud him, a never ending arctic mist, dissipate.

He’s blacked out — a wanderer — he thinks. A hand too slow, a shot too off. He kills it, but not before it gets a blow on him that knocks the breath from his lungs and the light from his eyes. The world goes black.

Until it isn’t.

The person that inhabits his dreams, you, sit before him. You’re rambling about something Zayne tunes out, too focused on the way your eyes soften, the soft movement of your lips, the round of your cheeks and the way your lashes dip. The you in front of him is so tangible, so real. He can feel the warmth of your skin and almost taste the lingering sweetness on his lips from a snack he’s never before indulged in. The world is bright, warm. The place he inhabits is homely, smells distinctly sweet with a hint of floral. He knows this home, it’s the one he resides in. In this world, at least.

He watches, rapt, until your eyes meet his and you tilt your head. Every small thing Zayne drinks in like a starved man. A person he can only yearn, a life he’s never been able to reach, not until now.

“Zayne…?” Your voice asks. Zayne tries to answer, to formulate something his counterpart would say, but he has no words. His breath hitches, and lashes flutter slightly. It feels so surreal his heart thunders, an erratic, unknown rhythm.

Is this what being with someone you like feels like? So raw, so visceral, so all-consuming? He almost thinks he can’t control himself, and his hand reaches out of his own accord, brushing your cheek.

You blink, so cute, and Zayne breathes as you nuzzle into his hand. So warm. He can’t remember the last time he let himself revel in another human’s touch. He wants to — he wants… he wants everything, to the point where he can’t do anything. Could he simply exist here forever?

You hum, look into his eyes, and your fingers come up to rest on his cheek. Zayne flinches, he doesn’t mean to, but he does. He quickly relaxes and your hand lingers as your soft thumb strokes his pale cheek.

“Zayne…? Are you okay?”

Zayne’s breath hitches. This… he remembers this. Once. The fear, the wide eyes, when you finally realize…

He almost wants to retreat, turn around so he can bask in the dream longer. But your hand on his cheek is enough to make him melt. He wonders what he could say to make you laugh, to make you pout. Would you like him as much as the doctor you fell in love with?

Your thumb presses a little harder, and Zayne instantly notices the telltale furrow in your brows. You scrutinize him and Zayne can only sit there, let himself be examined like a cadaver in a room full of med students.

“You’re… different. Strange. I don’t…” You whisper. Zayne tries not to let the sting get to him. The sting of you knowing the other him so well — the second he gets a chance, this one fleeting chance to truly experience the life he vyes for, he’s instantly rejected.

“…I’m sorry,” he breathes. He knows. He’s a fraud. A criminal. A man who reaps souls rather than revered for his ability to save them. He’s the complete opposite of the man you love in every sense of the word.

He’ll never be him.

“…Are you Zayne?” You murmur. The apology was all you needed, it seemed. Zayne should be impressed really — attractive, sweet, and perceptive. It melts his heart as much as it makes him ache. He craves your you, your everything. The dream he so vividly recalls each night brightened by your smiles. A desire he distantly aches for experienced through another.

“Not yours.” He’s Zayne, but not your Zayne. As much as he wishes he could, much as he wishes he could experience the world you do each day beyond the firm of his rugged mattress and thin blanket.

You watch him, your eyes transferring from soft to a sort of solemn. It hurts, that gentleness gone, yet, he revels in the fact that you’re seeing him. You’re not looking at the doctor you go on dinners with, the Zayne that adores a variety of sweets, dresses in light, doesn’t have to stalk in the shadows and remain a faceless mystery.

You’re looking at the man with countless bodies that lay behind him and dissipate to ash. Blood that stains his hands and soul, forever tainted.

“You know my Zayne,” You respond, not a question, it sounds resolute as you pull away from his cheek. The air feels chilly devoid of your warmth. He expects you to retreat, scurry away from the stranger that dawns her lover’s flesh like a suit. Instead, you take his hands and stroke the back of them. It’s ironic, the marks that litter this Zayne as well. Even in a world not yet completely overran by wanderers, his scars have stories to tell.

“I dream of him almost every night,” the words spill from Zayne’s lips. A dirty little secret. The unequivocal truth. When he looks into your eyes, it feels impossible to lie. He wants to admit the truth. To feel your hands on his skin and whisper quiet reassurances that you can love him too. It might be an impossible wish, but it’s the one that flutters deep in his heart he long since closed off to the world.

“…Do you like to wear all black?” You query. Your fingers trail along his scars, and Zayne can’t help the way he trembles. To be touched so gently, so reverently, it’s terribly foreign. The question is so innocuous, yet nearly shatters everything. It’s always you. Always able to see him.

To know he wears black — his mind flickers to Georgie. The determined spirit before tendrils burst from his fragile flesh. Perhaps, in this world, he truly is nothing but a nightmare.

Zayne nods.

Your breath hitches, the fingers tracing Zayne’s scars pause. He wishes you’d continue, but he fights back the urge to goad you to.

Your eyes seem sadder, somehow. And all Zayne can think is to do something, anything to chase that sadness away. Could he ever be the one to kiss away your tears?

“I wish you didn’t give Zayne nightmares,” you say.

Zayne’s eyes merely flicker down, some semblance of guilt gnawing at him. He’s learned to harden his heart long ago, to keep a calculated distance, but he can’t ignore the pang that shoots through him at receiving your chastising.

Nightmares. Perhaps time and space mean nothing, not truly. Perhaps everything exists in tandem, the idea of past present and future intermingle. Time is a convoluted subject Zayne — quite ironically — hasn’t the time to dabble in. So he can only speculate as dreams and reality converge before his very eyes, past and future entwined.

“I don’t… intend to.” Is all Zayne can say. His life — the world he resides would be a waking nightmare for someone who lives a life such as this. You seem to soften at that, and when you stare straight into Zayne’s eyes, Zayne daren’t look away.

“If you’re truly Zayne’s dream…” You say, and you grasp his hand, interlocking your fingers together with a soft squeeze. Zayne’s heart quivers, and he feels his face waver as a dash of yearning and overwhelming affection surge in him. He’s unsure of it’s his own heart or the natural bodily response of the person he resides. Neither seems wrong. “I wish you’d take better care of yourself.”

Something inside of Zayne breaks then. Maybe if he was more emotional, the sort to cry, tears would spill. Instead, he leans forward, breathless, and you flinch back, eyes wide.

Right. He shouldn’t be surprised. He’s not your Zayne. He might share the same face, but that’s where the similarities end.

After, though, your hands come to brush over his cheeks before holding them firmly in your hands. You’re soft, hesitant, but you hold him in a way so sweet Zayne feels any tension leave him.

“Do you like jasmines?” You ask, and Zayne wishes he could stay like this forever. Encased in your warm hands as you ask him anything, everything. You could speak gibberish and he could listen for hours.

He tries not to feel envy. To despise and abhor the cards he’s been dealt. But if he had the option to be born in a world like yours, with you, he’d choose it in a heartbeat.

“At least I can keep one thing alive,” Zayne scoffs bitterly. Half a joke, half self-depreciation. Your hands continue to encase his cheeks, not put off, and when your thumbs brush his lips, Zayne feels everything in him freeze. Figuratively, but the emotion hits so hard it could almost manifest physically.

“Your world looks sad. You plague Zayne, a nightmare… but I guess it’s your reality.” You mutter, it seems more to yourself than anything, but your fingers stroke Zayne so tenderly he wonders if it’s okay to indulge. To think this is meant for him and no one else, not even the him that resides in this world.

Zayne’s eyes flutter, he knows he must look something akin to needy. He watches you with weak eyes, a quiet want that’s stirred in him for as long as he can remember.

You chew your lip — Zayne watches the way your teeth catch on it, the way they glisten when you lick them, and, and…

Does he move first, or you? In a moment, your breath fans his cheek, his lips, and Zayne’s eyes flutter shut as your lips press against his.

So warm. So soft. It’s brief, a slow, sweet kiss before you pull away and look at him with half-lidded, complicated eyes and parted lips.

Zayne wants to lose himself in your lips. Kiss you for an eternity over and over. Instead, he breathes, lets his ears burn. He can’t remember the last time he kissed someone. The world was so secluded, and once it became his duty, no, once he became obsessed with ridding the world of abominations one at a time… time froze. An endless loop of death, gathering food, watering his jasmine, watching old shows, repeat.

“You’re not Zayne,” you repeat as you watch him. Your eyes waver, and Zayne knows all too well the look of instant regret. Confusion after you took a leap into the abyss — uncertainly floating amidst the sea.

He’s not Zayne. But they share the same face. The same dreams. Yin and yang. Two sides of the same coin, intertwined, unable to escape or exist without the other. If Zayne didn’t have this world in his dreams, he’d have given up long ago. He thinks, plainly, maybe even meanly, the Zayne you love can dream the so-called nightmare he lives daily for all he cares. At least your Zayne got to wake up to a stable, populated world.

“Not yours. But he knows me. And I know him.” He can’t say if it’s right or wrong. Him or you. He knows he’s hijacked the man you love. The man that loves you. He wonders — is the Zayne he’s meant to be in his own body? Or is he simply suppressed, as though he never existed?

“You looked so sad. I… couldn’t help myself,” you say. As though defending yourself. Zayne doesn’t need an explanation — frankly — he hardly cares. You could have the worst excuse known to man but if you looked at him with those doe eyes and kissed him with those lips that make him melt, he’d let anything slide. “You’re… not my Zayne. But you’re Zayne. You’re different, but similar. You melt in my hands the same way.”

Zayne blinks, head gently goaded side to side as you playfully move and cradle his face in your palms. You’re not wrong — he’s so pliant he moves with little resistance. Watches you with the same eyes he’s always had, as though nothing is ever enough. It feels nice. Could this be his new life? His everyday?

“Will… my Zayne ever come back?”

The soft-spoken words shatter the pleasant world Zayne had began to encase, enshroud himself in. Even if you see him, kiss him, he’ll never be enough. He’ll never be the man by your side every day. The man who gets to experience you in full, your joy, your touch, your sadness, your serenity.

The words are like a cue. The world begins to lighten, warble, the feeling of nearly waking from a dream. Zayne fights to keep it for just a little longer, to stay in your hands and bask in your attention.

“He will,” Zayne says. All he can. Because he yearns for you as much as he yearns for your happiness. The same happiness the Zayne you’re meant for elicits.

But for a brief moment, he got to experience you. The light of a clean, pristine world. Not through a dream where he’s a spectator in the head of his doppelgänger.

The world begins to dissipate. Pain engulfs him. The world he’s lost himself in shifts and returns to a world enshrouded in dark.

His side burns. The cotton of his shirt clings to his throbbing wound.

It hides the blood well.

The only proof of his attack are fleeting glowing crystals a ways away.

—

The next night Zayne dreams, it’s as usual. You’re both eating lunch together this time, the smell of fresh food and a bustling crowd — an impossible dream in reality. He can’t control himself, but he can live through your Zayne, see the world through hands that heal, a heart slightly lesser burdened. A world where he lives and works in the light.

Warm food tastes good. Smells good. He doesn’t have the time, money, luxury. But he can experience it through these, almost as real as life itself.

When he awakens, the room is ever barren. The sky dark, and the incessant chatter of a much too dramaticized ER show plays in the background. He blinks, weary, and sits up to look at the holoscreen in his room.

Numerous glowing green dots. One, about a mile away, flickers red.

Zayne inhales, presses against the used, rugged mattress, and sits up. He follows routine, changing into his nightwear — perhaps work wear. Inspects his jasmines — bright and strong, they almost glow against the dark backdrop. And he reaches into a cabinet, downing a powder that fills him physically. Quick, efficient.

His wound still aches. The sticky gauze clings to his festering gash and despite being a doctor in another life, he doesn’t care much for his own wounds. It’s nowhere near healed. But abominations don’t offer sick days. The world attacks indiscriminately, and if he rests, people who don’t have to die will.

He might be no doctor. But by destroying a withering life, he can at least preserve a few more.

So he inhales, exhales, and steps into the barren world. Barely a person in sight, aside from one or two stragglers. No one to run up to him and hug him, no bright lights and city chatter. No warm sun to prickle his skin, lift his mood. No Linkon City.

Just the shitty world he was born into. The world he’ll endure and battle until his last breath even if it means trying to save a hopeless, dying land.

The routine repeats. Never-ending. Only one thought echoes in his mind as he takes off:

Here we go again.

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[foiledbyvoile]

played LaDS today after a near month long hiatus. proceeded to dump gems into every chance during the event because it ends in like 12 hours and it's my beloved Zayne and I'm getting that 5* memory 😤 was NOT prepared for a Dawnbreaker storyline ARE YOU KIDDING ME. here's my scattered thoughts. I reached a point where I had to write it out, and I am subsequently a puddle of tears.

"It's carrot-flavored."

idk why but this just...urgh. Like, he's making jokes but he's using the memories he (and us) have seen to do it. It's so bittersweet. drawing upon those memories he cherished for his entire life to form some kind of connection with the woman he has loved from across time and space for years.

example #2: making two seals with his evol, another core memory between them, LIKE 😭

and the way he is so effected by her. when she offers to use their combined evol to break the protofield, and he makes a noise and looks away? I've lost count of how many times they highlight his subtle (not very subtle at all) reactions to her. he is barely holding it together right now and I am here for it.

I got hung up on them sharing chocolates on the sofa (after he so casually reached into the fridge and grabbed them, like he'd done it hundreds of times before 👀), and how often he had to have sat there, alone, thinking of her.

but she's here now, she's really here, and then I got to thinking how this is a dream come true and a nightmare all at once for him; yes he loves her and he wants to be with her but not here, not in his world. he wants to be her Zayne, live that idyllic life he dreams of where he saves people rather than kills them but instead she's been thrust into his desolate iteration of Linkon city and it just hurts.

he's so sweet though, letting her believe that it's nothing more than a dream, when for him it's his reality. he wants to protect her, and that includes protecting her from himself because he is so terrified of hurting her that it quite literally haunts him.

and correct me if I'm wrong, but were they not essentially handing his pain back and forth? she would use her evol to purify him, and he would use his evol to take it back, putting himself in further agony to ensure she is safe, unharmed from himself?

"By then, I'll find you in your dreams, the real you."

OW. does she know who he really is? does she comprehend the gravitas to that fucking declaration, will he ever outright tell her that he is not her Zayne?? they keep swaying either way, but there's no way this isn't Dawnbreaker. (confirmed when the narrative referred to MC as "the girl.") I'm going to have to replay it again, but I don't think they ever make the connection to him being the same 'Zayne' she had briefly seen before, keeping it ambiguous from MC's perspective whether or not she truly understands what's happening here.

THE ENDING. you just HAD to make sure we knew Dawnbreaker was never going to escape his own hell, didn't you? really had to drive it home that he'd never get to be with her. he finds her, reaches for her and she reaches back and then paradise crumbles around them only to find themselves back where it started? that's just...cruel, man.

it's almost worse now. he's got hope dangled in front of him and it's constantly being pulled just out of reach. before, there was no hope. he had somehow managed to cope, albeit in the words of MC, "struggling to live a normal life", he had resigned to his fate nonetheless. but now there's this sliver of hope, the white light amidst the darkness, and yet it's piercing him all the same.

it's like a saccharine purgatory, his nightmare evolving with her presence but still trapped in the black ice that plagues him because he can't escape, even with her help. it's not destined to be, fate has quite literally decided it.

(astra's a bitch and then we cry)

I'm going to be replaying these chapters a few times, there's so much going on. Dawnbreaker has always held a special place in my heart because I'm simply a whore for tragedy. anyways, gonna go sob over these pixels again ✌️

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For the Skyrim ask meme

Dog, Hagraven Claws & Windhelm ☺️💙

Hey! 👋🏻

Dog: Do you have any hobbies?

Writing, for one! 😆 I enjoy reading, writing, listening to music, and playing Skyrim. I also enjoy painting! I use an iPad and procreate most of the time, but I used to do lineart traditionally. Should probably go back to that because I don't like making it digitally. I don't create art as much as I want to, but I do a lot of graphic design and that's fun!

Hagraven Claws: Favorite Daedra quest/weapon?

So I may have already put The Only Cure in the random category — it was purely for stealth archer reasons, you understand, so as far as Daedric quests go, it's not my favorite. Does the Thieves Guild questline count as one long Nocturnal quest? Just kidding! I like The Mind of Madness: even if that's watered-down Sheogorath, he's still funny. Plus he mentions Martin! Not that I count the references to Martin in Skyrim or anything. But my favorite weapon is definitely Dawnbreaker. Even if ESO apparently made it depressing.

Windhelm: Which follower does (OC's name) have?

Hmm, I'm going to assume you're asking about Leara since she's our current starlet. Does Leara have a follower (who, presumably, isn't the guy in my fic)? Not usually, no. Well, in-universe, she and my Dunmer thief, Jolinar Aren have done a lot of work together: Leara is the hero, but Jolinar is the one who knows Skyrim. In-game, on the other hand . . .

So fun story: I've made Leara four times: Original Leara as my first Skyrim character on an Xbox 360, PC Leara when I played Skyrim for five whole minutes on desktop, New Leara when OG Leara's savefile got corrupted and I missed her, and Switch Leara on my sister's Nintendo. OG Leara was all about followers! She got Lydia killed on the Throat of the World. She spared Cicero and took him to Fort Dawnguard, but Serana didn't like him. She then somehow lost Serana on Solthiem? Frea didn't seem to care, so that was sus. She also murdered Marcurio for Boethiah BUT SHE DIDN"T KILL ERANDUR OKAY

I guess, uh, Leara doesn't have a follower because they have a habit of dying around her.

[aro-simp]

Are they a part of any factions, guilds, or organizations?

How do they feel about consorting with daedra? Do they collect their artifacts? Are there some they would never interact with vs. some they would consider calling upon?

Which areas of Skyrim do they find most beautiful and most dangerous?

I'm just gonna answer each for both Freymir and Tallen :) They're both Dragonborn OCs who don't exist alongside each other, and both OCs come with their own changes to the game's lore.

Factions/Guilds/Organizations?

Freymir: Most notably she is part of the Companions, and the Circle. She also fought in the Civil War alongside the Imperial army.

Other than that she does not really consider herself part of any other factions. Tho she does eventually get roped into their business.

Part of her story is that she is immortal, and thus cursed to walk Skyrim's lands forever. And eternity does get quite boring!

So while she is involved with the Dark Brotherhood, Thieves Guild and Mage's College as well she doesn't really align herself with their general ideologies and identity.

Tallen: He's an S/I so he's just kinda forced to do everything I find interesting >v<

He's a soldier in the imperial army (I PROMISE I have OCs who aren't in the imperial army...), he's reluctant member (and listener) of the Dark Brotherhood, he is part of the Thieves Guild but largely more casual until Mercer Frey got him involved in stuff that got... pretty major, he's also part of the Dawnguard!

Idk how far this counts as a faction but after Ulfric Stormcloak was defeated he was temporarily placed as Jarl of Windhelm until he stepped down but stayed as consultant to Brunwulf Free-Winter.

Daedra?

Freymir: Much like the whole factions thing, Daedric relations are much less something Freymir does but much more something that happens to her. She is mostly very reluctant to align herself with Daedric Princes because she is a very kind-hearted and peaceful person, and considers most Daedra to be malicious.

Through her curiosity (about the artifacts) and naivety she has come in contact with nearly all Daedra against her will, some of them forcing her to do their willing to a breaking point. She regrets her actions deeply, and is frequently overcome by immeasurable guilt.

She wouldn't outright admit it but she is somewhat afraid of Hermaeus Mora, not just because of his power and infamy, but his appearance and the apocrypha freak her out as well.

She is usually quite ambivalent towards Daedra worship, but she steers clear of those that consort with Hircine, Molag Bal, Hermaeus Mora or Namira.

Tallen: He has pretty complex relationship to the Princes. Tallen is a worshipper of Meridia's and consorts with her frequently, he is also in occasional contact with Sanguine and one of the Prince's elected favorites.

His bond to Hircine is quite specific, he carries the title "Son of Hircine" for himself. He tells a story of a lost child in a forest with an unusually strong and animalistic bloodlust, who was encountered by Hircine who granted him the gift (or curse) of lycanthropy, and eventually took it upon himself to raise his own champion. Their bond is somewhat patchy as Tallen holds an anger towards the countless murders Hircine encouraged him to, but in the end he was the closest to a father Tallen ever had.

He has once worked with Namira, but after he was forced to cannibalize a friend of his he tried to keep his distance.

He's very wary of the stronger and less benevolent Daedra. He's very interested in the artifacts and spends a lot of his time pondering whether or not they're worth it. He does proudly carry Meridia's Dawnbreaker tho. He also got his hands on Namira's ring and Sanguine's rose.

Tallen is generally skeptical of Daedra worship as he's sure few worshippers realize the potential and willingness the Princes hold to take advantage of their followers, as long as one is perceptive to the risks he sees no issue in it.

Most Beautiful/Most Dangerous Areas

Freymir: She prefers to stay on Solstheim, which she considers both beautiful and dangerous. But the most overwhelming sense of beauty, and alongside it danger, she has experienced in Sovngarde during her final battle with Alduin. She is at peace knowing friend she lost might spend eternity in such place.

Tallen: He could never pick a place he considers most beautiful, for he sees (almost) all of Skyrim as being of incomparable beauty. In very broad senses he does consider its nature the most beautiful place. Most dangerous he thinks by far are the dwarven ruins, and alongside it Blackreach.

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[madam-whim]

I re-read the Southern Elsweyr Meridia quest recently for a thing I’m writing and once again I was hit with Darien Thoughts ™. I know we’ve hit two years without any relevant hints or anything, but I still refuse to believe ZOS have completely forgotten about him. He’s still, well, somewhere, that much we know from the Elsweyr quest.

I mean. It’s about Meridia looking for a new champion, one who won’t betray her. But Darien never did that, at least not to our knowledge. (Unless she counts not wanting to serve her any longer as a betrayal, which, knowing her, is at least a possibility.) 

Which makes me think that Darien probably managed to pull off something that at least inconvenienced and maybe even incapacitated her. Maybe it is even related to the fact that during the events of Greymoor, she seemed unable to protect her followers - I think it’s highly unlikely that she didn’t care, especially since a) we know from her Skyrim quest that she does not take kindly to enemies invading her temple and b) said enemies were also undead, which she hates. She obviously has some kind of problem.  

So what if said problem is that Darien somehow managed to escape her realm and maybe stole something from her at the same time, leaving her without both her knight and one of her artifacts? Personally, I think that’s not at all unlikely. 

But then why would he not seek out the Vestige, or Gabrielle, Skordo and Alinon, or his father? 

Well, I’m thinking... what if at the end of Summerset Meridia simply decided that there was no sense wasting a perfectly good Golden Knight, so she merely attempted to take away his memories, but failed to erase the emotions connected to them? 

What if Darien cannot actually remember any of his friends now, but he knew something was fundamentally wrong, that there was something missing, that he didn’t really belong in the Colored Rooms, and so maybe he grabbed Dawnbreaker (or some other artifact) and ran, but he doesn’t know why, and he doesn’t know where to go now that he’s free?

What if he’s simply wandering around, looking for clues as to who he was, well, before? 

And maybe one day we’ll run into a quest giver who tells us about this strange man with no memory of who he is and nothing to show for his past but a sword with a glowing gem in its cross-guard.

[orodrethsgeek]

Emhyrn - 16, 17, 21

16. Does your oc take their time as they travel, or are they purposeful? How do they survive in the wilds, especially if they aren’t hunter-types? How dependent is your oc on civilized society?

If he doesn’t have a pressing reason for traveling (pre-arranged meeting, life-saving errand), Emhyrn will generally pause to investigate anything that catches his interest. He’s become a proficient hunter-gatherer-scavenger since arriving in Skyrim, though in the early days he was a bit less sure of himself and stuck closer to settlements. These days he’s well-set to thrive as a hermit.

17. What does your oc like to eat? How much food do they eat? Can your oc cook, and can they do it well?

Emhyrn loves trying new cuisines, and he’s especially fond of Solstheim dunmeri dishes (he was disappointed when the ash yams he planted in Skyrim failed to take). Other than that, he’s a fan of seafood, especially salmon and clams, and he enjoys tart fruits. How much he eats depends on where he is and what he’s doing—knee-deep in draugr or a vampire’s refuse pit isn’t the most appetizing (or sanitary) locale; on those occasions, he’s more likely to throw back health and stamina potions to tide him over, at least until he can wash his hands. He’s actually got fairly disordered eating habits, despite how much he enjoys food; he tends to eat much less when stressed. In more relaxed times, he’s something of a grazer. As for his cooking skills, he’s very good at rustic meals made with fresh ingredients; he doesn’t have much patience for anything elaborate, though he likes collecting recipes.

21. How picky is your oc about their gear? Do they have different equipment for different adventures, or is it the same suit of armor for everything (not counting upgrades like from steel to ebony)? 

Emhyrn’s prize possession is Dawnbreaker, but he has been known to switch it up for an enchanted ebony or silver sword (most often during his travels with Serana, when unpredictable bursts of holy energy are generally bad for teamwork). As far as armor goes, he’s fairly comfortable using his scavenged Dark Brotherhood ensemble for everything. That said, he’s rather sentimental/proud of anything gifted to him by someone; he keeps all the armor and weapons he’s been given as rewards in his various holdings across Skyrim. He prefers light or medium armor, which he finds less claustrophobic and more maneuverable.

[kiibearer-a]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE.

REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG, with the information of your muse,  including headcanons,  etc.  if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some others of your own! 

name: Sora ! nicknames: keyboy, half-pint, junior alias(es): The Keybearer, The Hero age: 14-17 ( game / verse dependent ) species: Human . gender: Male . orientation: Bisexual / Demiromantic . zodiac: Aries . moral alignment: Chaotic Good . abilities/powers: Keyblade Wielder: abilities to unlock and awaken sleeping worlds, restore and heal broken or damaged hearts, travel to new worlds and restore light, take on a variety of forms that give him special abilities and powers, remarkably friendly and can form long-lasting and strong friendships  interests: many things ! collecting shiny trinkets, making new friends, video games, doodles, skateboarding, hockey, soccer, photography, star-gazing, competitions spoken languages: English . Japanese . ( some hawaiian ) profession: the keyblade wielder ! / we’ll just ignore the fact that canon retconned his whole importance about his capabilities as an unofficial master and what sets him apart from the other wielders :) height: 5″3  :) colors: red, blue, silver, gold, black, yellow fruits: peach ! drinks: chocolate milk, cherry soda alcoholic beverages: he’s a baby —- let’s be honest, definitely something fruity and sweet . lots of colours . drugs: HUGS NOT DRUGS ! drivers license: ...he probably does have a gummiship license .  ever been arrested: Does The Grid count???

Tagged by: @dawnbreaks

Tagging: who ever wants to can say i tagged them !

[spellwish]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE.

REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG, with the information of your muse,  including headcanons,  etc.  if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some others of your own! 

name: Aqua. nicknames: Bluebird, Spellweaver, Misguided Master, Master Aqua. alias(es): None. age: 30 (main verse). species: Human. gender: Female. orientation: Demisexual & biromantic. zodiac: Capricorn. moral alignment: Lawful good. abilities/powers: Magic & Keyblade affinity. interests: Magic, reading, teaching, crafts, training & beta testing the cute games Chip & Dale develop for the Gummi Phone. spoken languages: English. profession: Keyblade Master. height: 5 feet 7 inches (170.18 cm). colors: Blue, lavender, white & black.  fruits: Blackberries, strawberries & kiwis. drinks: Iced caramel macchiato & blackberry power smoothie. alcoholic beverages: Strawberry daiquiri.  drugs: No. drivers license: She can use a Keyblade glider. Does that count?? ever been arrested: No.

Tagging: @enigmatias​, @wiindus​, @critsnipe​, @blackasteriia​, @hclianthi​, @rosaelux​, @dawnbreaks.

[thedemonkingganon]

TAGGED BY : @smokinghothierophant

1ST RULE:  tag 9 muses you would like to know better: @fulgurae @dawnbreaks @wildchildlonk @heavens-light-hells-fire @ofbluequeen @gingersmiith @tatarian-memory @lafemmedefoudre @torewindtime

2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true for your muse.

APPEARANCE:

I am 5'7" or taller

I wear glasses

I have at least one tattoo

I have at least one piercing

I have blond hair

I have brown eyes

I have short hair

My abs are at least somewhat defined (a very small bit)

I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people

People tell me that I'm funny

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges

I'm playfully rude to people I know well

I started saying something ironically and now I can't stop saying it

There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY

I can sing well

I can play an instrument

I can do 30 push-ups without stopping

I'm a fast runner

I can draw well / does drawing maps count?

I have a good memory

I'm good at doing math in my head

I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute

I have beaten at least two people in arm wrestling

I know how to cook at least three meals from scratch

I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports

I'm on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I'm in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

I've learned a new song in the past week

I work out at least once a week

I've gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

I have drawn something in the past month / again do maps count?

I enjoy writing

I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I have been at an overnight event

I have been in a taxi

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favorite bands concerts

RELATIONSHIPS

I'm in a relationship

I have a crush on a celebrity

I have a crush on someone I know

I have been in at least three relationships

I have never been in a relationship

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

I get crushes easily

I have had a crush on someone for over a year

I have been in a relationship for at least a year

I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a best friend

I live close to my school

My parents are still together

I have at least one sibling

I live in the United States

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with a friend in the past month

I have a smartphone

I have at least 50 CDs

I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

I have break danced

I know a person named Jamie

I have had a teacher with the last name that's hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I'm listening to one song on repeat right now

I have punched someone in the past week

I know someone who has gone to jail / for hyrule it would be dungeon

I have broken a bone

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what I want to do with my life

I speak at least two languages

[emathevampire]

”Have you been out here all night? You have! Honestly, look at the time... Dawnbreaker is glowing, come and have breakfast at least.” “What? No, listen, just one more chapter and I will. I promise!” “That’s what you said before I went to bed last night. No more excuses. Have some tea, or suffer the consequences.” “...C-consequences?” “Yes, consequences, for leaving your beloved to freeze by himself in his sheets. It’s downright unconscionable. Someone who would commit such a heinous act should count themselves lucky they are getting breakfast at all.” “Fair enough... though I am not sure how I would have helped you keep warm. I am, as they say, ‘dead weight’ where such things are concerned.” “Perhaps you are. But the ‘alone’ part stings more than the ‘cold’ does.”

[lady-la-la]

Road to PAX West 2018: Building Meridia

Cuz she does not get enough love. I thought I found one other person who cosplayed as her, but she was actually going for Meridia’s Champion, not the Daedric Lord herself once I went back to look at not 2am (to contrast, Nocturnal has more than I cared to count and I found 3 different really good Azuras with just a cursory search)

That said, I've decided I'm gonna make this in a few parts:

1: Cloak, I'll pull it from the Skyrim statue. It covers most of her, but seems to be open the sides enough to bare her forearms and hands when she raises them. Silver, maybe lined with gold, maybe lined with grey, I'll decide later

2: Gown, I'm gonna modify the dress her Oblivion statue is wearing. Bell sleeves, a laced up bodice and skirt to at least my mid-thigh

3: Dawnbreaker, this will be the most ambitious part of my project, but I think I got it covered. I've sculpted small pieces, but this will be my first big prop out of foam and I'm super excited. I'm thinking of installing an LED light for extra wow. I know people have made these before, so that gives me hope I can do it too

4: Beacon, I am well aware I might burn myself out before I do this (or run out of time) but if I have the energy and time to do it, I have a good idea of how to put one together. That or I'll stick to the original plan of wiffle balls (I'm bringing wiffle balls regardless)

So ambitious project, should be a lot of fun :)

[sweettsubaki]

On to Dark Nights: Metal’s 6th Tie-In Batman the Dawnbreaker wher Bruce became a Green Lantern. Which is something I’m all for, though I think he would make a good Yellow or Blue Lantern too (depending on which version we’re talking about. Nolan’s/N52′s don’t fit Blue but most of the others do because he really hopes one day it’ll make a difference. And fear because it’s one of the tools he uses on others and himself -also one of the reasons I think Scarecrow would have been a better fit than the Joker as his “nemesis”, Ra’s not counting)

Anyway here we go

Okay I’m done with this.

So I love Bruce but I’m pretty sure you’d need Hal’s level of will to be able to undo that and while Bruce definitely has a high level of will I doubt it could do this. At most the ring would leave them because this come from anger. If he has enough rage to do this I don’t see how it’ would be the ring of will responding rather than the will of rage. Plus once it’s done they keep saying he doesn’t feel anything, not even fear so...doesn’t that mean he isn’t overcoming fear? Shouldn’t he not have a ring? He’s the opposite of Jess does that work?

Then again I’m part of those people who consider that Bruce became Batman to protect those who needed help and give them hope that someone was looking out for them while scaring the criminals and not N52/Nolan’s vision of “he did it out of anger” which is how Thomas Wayne was written in Flashpoint and I think it fits him much better This story would honestly be pretty interesting without that bit so if I imagine it’s Thomas Wayne instead of Bruce I actually like it. So this is what I’m going to do when reviewing this.

Thomas how can you do this to your son’s best friend/3rd father figure ?

You’re telling me Thomas took out some of the most powerful GL the Corps had all by his lonesome without any training? -_-

so.many.things. are wrong in this. I’m not even gonna comment

As I said, this one was actually nice if you don’t think about it as Bruce Wayne and if you ignore some of the breaches to the GL mythos (it could work but it seel seems too exaggerated to be really acceptable)

[danse-or-farkas]

Seven Items Your Character Would Have In Their Pockets At All Times:

Tagged (again) by: @kickerwrites

I’m taking your path with this and doing it for my ES characters Adrian and Gero rather than my Fallout ocs. If I get tagged again i’ll have to do either my Nerevarine, my Hero of Kvatch or my Enderal Prophet. I’m again expanding this to count pouches and backpacks. Adrian: Breton, onehanded, stealth, destruction and illusion magic.

1. Bottled blood: Vampire. Vampire Lord in fact and very proud of it.

2. Vampire dust: He has taken well to the idea that the Volkihar court should keep the lesser vampire population controlled, overfeeding draws attention to a race that must stay hidden. He also really enjoys being the hunter that even apex predators like vampires should fear.

3. Amulets to various divines: Akatosh especially, being Dragonborn.

4. Silver dagger: For slitting throats when sneaking. Its silver to deal with vampires too.

5. A very small tent with very thick material: So he can rest away from sunlight during the day without having to find a cave. He also likes to sit in the shade and read.

6. Dawnbreaker and The Mace of Molag-Bal: his own private, blasphemous joke. Both Princes are probably seething that their tokens are being used together.

7. Septims: A lot of money. Eating and sleeping at an Inn are expensive, when he no longer needed to do that he found himself with quite a bit of spare money. He buys random gifts for Farkas, like nice swords or wolf themed jewellery, which he always throws on the most powerful enchantments he knows. Gero: Breton NORD, ranged, stealth, restoration magic. 1. Mead: He doesn't drink, its a very nord thing to carry around and good for a quick bribe. He is most definitely a nord. 2. Crossbow and bolts: He’s a sniper. Skyrim has a rich history of archers and rangers, from which he is most definitely descended. He is not actually a Breton, which really does have a history of rangers. 3. Assorted dwemer junk: He came to skyrim to be an archeologist and to find out what happened to his older brother old friend Adrian. He somehow ended up joining the stormcloaks instead. 4. Amulet of Talos: He is defending his nord faith. 5. Healing potions: How else would he close all those injuries he keep getting? definitely not restoration magic. 6. A very big tent, fur lined like a true nord would have: He really isn’t fooling anybody. The stormcloaks have thus far avoided commenting that his ears are just a little pointy and his eyes glow faintly like a highborn Bretons would. 7. A woodcutters axe: For surviving in the wilderness with. Like a true nord, etcetra, etcetra, you get the idea by this point. Tagging No.

[spinneryesteryear]

Skyrim/KH Crossover

-- idk if I’m imagining this as Skyrim being a ‘level’ in a KH game or a more realistic treatment in a novel-length fanfic (as in, a medium where enough attention can be paid to both the mechanics and lore of KH as well as Tamriel, bc just a ‘Skyrim level’ would leave out SO MUCH)

-- where would the keyhole of the Tamriel world/Mundus be? At the Monahven/Throat of the World, the tallest mountain on the continent? At the Temple of the One in the Imperial City, where Martin’s giant dragon body remains petrified? At the Red Mountain? At the White-Gold Tower? At any of the other towers holding up the sky? Would it be the Heart of Lorkhan itself??? So many possibilities. (If the Keyhole of Mundus is the Heart of Lorkhan, what happens when it is destroyed? Can the Keyhole of a world even be destroyed??? Maybe that’s what is allowing the Heartless in.)

-- we have a Heartless Crisis to match the Oblivion Crisis

-- everyone would assume Donald and Goofy are some sort of low-level daedra. Goofy might be a particularly ugly scamp. No one would blink at their existence and intelligence/speech capabilities, but they would be surprised at their lack of instant hostility. Everyone assumes Sora is a nasty conjurer despite his non-evil appearance and his friendliness. The Vigiliants of Stendarr attack him on sight for consorting with daedra

-- similarly, Sora wouldn’t blink at the existence of Khajiit (cat people of varying shapes and sizes) or Argonians (lizard people)

-- when Sora learns that the Dragonborn emperors/Septims kept Mundus safe from the planes of Oblivion with their very lives, he likens them to the Princesses of Heart. 

-- THAT’S RIGHT. MARTIN SEPTIM NOW COUNTS AS A DISNEY PRINCESS. I DEMAND FANART OF THIS.

-- Kairi and Martin Septim discussing their Dragonborn Emperor/Princess of Heart duties and commiserating about how secretly terrifying they find it that the entire world is depending on them to keep the darkness at bay

-- Maleficent attempts to kidnap a Dragonborn for the plot of KH1, like why bother collecting seven princesses who collectively hold off the Realm of Darkness when you could just snag this one person and be done with it

-- the Dragonborn defeats her lackies without breaking a sweat; Maleficent shows up herself and goes All Scaled Up, thinking this will intimidate her target. The Dragonborn is like, “Hey, look, breakfast. Sweet.”

-- Sora has Maleficent flashbacks. When he learns that the Dragonborn has the soul of a dragon, he asks, “Can you turn into a dragon, too?” Dragonborn: “Sadly, no.”

-- DRAGONBONE KEYBLADE. DAEDRIC KEYBLADE. WHERE IS THE CONCEPT ART OF THIS. SOMEONE DRAW IT QUICK. The Dragonbone keyblade is super-hard to obtain (you probably have to befriend a dragon for this, either Odahviing or Durnehviir) but has the highest strength stat. The Daedric keyblade is evil-looking like Chaos Ripper or something with its black and red scheme and pointiness, but it has high strength and magic stats. You probably get it for entering a plane of Oblivion or running an errand for a Daedric Prince or something

-- Dragonbone axe and Daedric axe, upon which the keyblades would be based:

-- the Dark Brotherhood embrace darkness because of Sithis, of course. They might try to command the Heartless because of this, and maybe even succeed. Perhaps they involve the Heartless in their assassinations. Xehanort could possibly talk some of them into becoming potential Norts

-- the mages start testing spells on Heartless and Nobodies; Repel Undead and Detect Undead work on the Heartless, while Nobodies are sensed through the Detect Life spell. Lay down a Bane of the Undead spell and watch the Heartless die in shiny golden streams and sparkles. The Dawnguard is super-prepared to deal with the Heartless Crisis thanks to their offensive restoration spells. They’re less intelligent than vampires, after all, and once you’ve dealt with freaky vampire lords trying to kill the sun some other type of undead critter also trying to turn you into an undead critter is ho-hum

-- Sora is very enthusiastic about learning the Thu’um until he learns it takes years and years to master (unless you’re Dragonborn, of course). The Greybeards are like, “Why is this kid on our porch?” Sora could train in the Way of the Voice by Fus Ro Dah’ing some boxes. XD Paarthurnax recognizes Sora as a traveler from another world and is the one to actually explain what’s going on to him. 

-- Dawnbreaker is super-effective against the Heartless; Meridia as a staunch opponent of undead in all forms launches a campaign against them. Skyrim doesn’t kill Heartless with sparkles; it kills them with GIANT FIERY EXPLOSIONS THAT SEND UNDEAD FLEEING WHILE ON FIRE

-- Arkay’s Law prevents the corpses of the dead from being used in necromantic rituals (Arkay being the god of death and burials); what effect would it have on Heartless and Nobodies? Maybe the blessing obtained at Arkay’s shrine temporarily prevents one’s heart from being torn out by Heartless?

-- is Alduin in league with the Heartless, or does he oppose them because HE’S supposed to be the World-Devourer, not these upstart scraps of darkness? lol imagine if Skyrim welcomed the dragons as their new overlords because the dragons protected them from the Heartless. Or vice versa

-- Sora getting tricked into using his Keyblade (which in Mundus can create portals to Oblivion and back) to let Miraak out of Apocrypha. An Apocrypha-themed Keyblade made out of green tentacles and ratty old books with a really high magic stat

-- A DWEMER KEYBLADE. Bc let’s face it the Dwemer would totally have been researching Kingdom Hearts and all related topics if it were available. This keyblade would be super cool. It’d look sort of like the battleaxe but with more teeth at the end for a more key-like appearance:

-- Sora spots the Dwemer animunculi and freaks out because he assumes they’re all as boss as the Lingering Will (spoiler: not even a Dwemer Centurion is as badass as the Lingering Will)

-- at first glance, Sora assumes the Falmer are lesser Nobodies

----- OH MY GOSH NO WAIT THAT PERFECTLY EXPLAINS THE FALMER ACTUALLY. THEY WERE SNOW ELVES ONCE BUT THE DWEMER DID SOMETHING TO THEM THAT CHANGED THEIR VERY SOULS FROM SENTIENT TO NON-SENTIENT. THE DWEMER RIPPED OUT THE SNOW ELVES’ HEARTS AND ENSLAVED THE RESULTING NOBODIES, WHILE ALSO USING THEIR EXTRACTED HEARTS TO POWER THEIR ANIMUNCULI

-- Sora running from bears

-- the Companions go on Heartless-slaying quests with the same nonchalance they go out to kill bears and saber-tooth cats

-- Dragon priests command Heartless alongside draugr; you’re innocently traveling through an ancient Nordic ruin when you spot not only glowing blue draugr eyes peering at you out of the darkness but also glowing yellow Heartless eyes

(I just love that gif so much I’m sorry)

-- the Dragonborn as a super-awesome bonus party member. ALTERNATIVELY, Martin Septim serves as a spirit adviser. OR the Nerevarine returns from traveling in Akavir only to find the Heartless Crisis ongoing and ends up traveling with Sora and co. OR Sora is guided by the Aedra/Daedra of your choice

-- Paarthurnax is like the Yen Sid of Tamriel. They probably know each other (as they say in A:TLA, all old people know each other). Paarthurnax has probably met the time-traveling Xehanort before. Paarthurnax has seen a lot of things. He has yet to be fazed.

-- Dream Eater Riku has powers similar to a Vaermina priest. He can enter people’s memories/dreams and use them to travel distances in the real world without using Vaermina’s Torpor. The Vigilants of Stendarr ALSO attack him on sight when they see this. 

-- Riku can enter the Soul Cairn without needed to be partially soul-trapped or turned into a vampire, because of his immunity to the darkness. The Ideal Masters are easy to deal with once you’ve had Xehanort sitting in your heart trying to Nortify your soul

-- Riku gains Arvak as a Dream Eater

-- Durnehviir can use the power of darkness because he has become accustomed to life in the Soul Cairn, just like Riku has been immersed in darkness so much it can no longer consume him. Imagine: Riku being able to summon Durnehviir. Riku defeating the Reaper and the Keepers. 

-- where is Terra’s heart, you ask? The truth is now revealed: IN THE SOUL CAIRN

-- plot twist: Aqua is also in the Soul Cairn

-- actually, the Soul Cairn could be pretty accurately compared to the Realm of Darkness. Or maybe the Realm of Darkness is Oblivion itself instead of just one of its planes

-- if Alduin can swallow a world/end a kalpa, is this equivalent to a world falling into darkness? As the son/alternate personality/split being of one of the creator gods, can he also (help) remake the world? Is Alduin aligned with the darkness or the light? the world may never know

-- Alduin and/or Paarthurnax and/or Odahviing and/or Durnehviir against Xemnas’s weird dragon thing

-- Xehanort attempts to Nort the Dragonborn, only to find that numerous other dragon souls are ALREADY in the Dragonborn’s heart. The Dragonborn EATS dragon souls for breakfast. Remember that post about Xehanort actually reaching Sora’s heart only to find Ventus, Roxas, Xion, and Ansem already there? Yeah, except this time Xehanort enters a heart only to find a bunch of angry dragons staring down at him

-- OM NOM NOM XEHANORT DO NOT MEDDLE IN THE AFFAIRS OF DRAGONS FOR YOU ARE CRUNCHY AND GO WELL WITH KETCHUP

-- Xehanort’s time-traveling causes a Dragon Break, a.k.a. even Akatosh, the dragon god of time, doesn’t know what’s going on so he has to pause the game to look up the lore

-- Tamriel has two moons. Saix is now 2x stronger. Yikes. 

-- Saix can finally be an actual werewolf

-- Saix chops off a Nort head and drags it to Ysgramor’s Tomb to materialize and fight the spirit of the Nort possessing him in order to de-Nortify himself

-- Saix in wolf armor. Saix with Shield-Siblings. Saix turned Isa who has green eyes once again and can finally say that he gave the one who scarred his face as good as he got

-- Xehanort is in league with the Glenmoril Witches

-- Vexen runs off to the College of Winterhold because the cold never bothered him anyway. Also, his wacky and slightly questionable but successful science experiments fit right in alongside Phinis ‘don’t worry if you die I’ll put your corpse to good use’ Gestor and ‘if you wanna buy highly dangerous magical artifacts I’m your man’ Enthir and Arniel ‘let’s recreate the events that led to the inexplicable disappearance of an entire race using said highly dangerous magical artifact’ Gane

-- Vexen is that annoying enemy mage who throws super-powerful frost spells at you and backs away faster than you can sprint

-- the Thalmor are 100% on board with letting the world fall to darkness since they want to destroy the world to gain immortality anyway. They’re probably researching how to command Heartless as we speak. Oh my gosh, PARANOIA FUEL: most of the Altmer Thalmor have gold eyes, anyway, so you’ll never be able to tell which ones have been Norted or not

-- Sora has to hunt down an Elder Scroll in order to find Mundus’s Keyhole. Of course, this involves Dwemer ruins. Or maybe planes of Oblivion.

-- Auriel’s Bow (untainted) kills Heartless and releases their captured hearts just like a Keyblade. It’s the weapon of the sun god/creator time god and incinerates undead; why wouldn’t it? It already sparkles like something out of Kingdom Hearts. Don’t believe me? Look at it:

-- what if the Tamriel practice of soul-trapping is the same thing as extracting hearts? Soul gems are just like those glass capsules in Ansem’s lab that hold data hearts

-- Dragons cannot be soul-trapped and their souls can only be absorbed by another dragon, so... maybe they are immune to Heartless? THEIR HEARTS ARE INEDIBLE, lol. 

-- Sora learns alchemy. He can now make his own potions and elixirs. The moogles’ economic monopoly has been broken.

-- Sora befriends various lesser Daedra and can call on them like his Dream Eaters. Sora learns how to summon atronachs. Sora captures Odahviing and gains his allegiance.

-- the gummi ship is fascinating to Tamriel scholars everywhere. They haven’t seen a working spaceship in centuries/millennia!