#duke of mania

[julskylyly]

ok SO,

when I first made Skoll obviously I was going through the Shivering Isles route - AND I imagined he becomes the Duke of Mania. At first I had this idea that the Grove of Reflection (my personal fave quest btw) persona didn’t disappear but instead haunts the Mania!Skoll - like idk, I had this idea that the shadow one was the last part of his sanity or something.

Now I revisited the idea and we’re not that deep anymore, just Skoll refusing to take his meds xD

and shark teethies

and split tongue

because why not

it’s Mania

jk might bring the GoR shadow!Skoll back, cause I like the idea

[cryptid-called-ash]

Can you tell us all something about you're dragonborn? That is if you're still doing the "ask me about my au's" thing

I think I will have the au library asks open indefinitely, as a treat.

Well then, what’s there to say about my boy.

Breyth is 17 at the being of the Dragonborn’s favour.

A bosmer descendant of Martin septim, he was raised by the hero of kvatch Cassius Alarenzin after his mantling of Sheogorath. He sees Cassius as his father.

Brey was partially raised in the shivering isles as well as kvatch, leaving him with the same accent as Martin.

Breyth best friend is an argonian named reesha calaklesh of new sheoth.

Breyth is about 5’9 at the start of the Dragonborn’s favour, though he gets a little taller as time goes on.

He’s the Duke of mania, right hand of his father. There is currently no Duke of dementia, though perhaps miraak will take that role later.

[filmjunky-99]

s a l ò, o r t h e 1 2 0 d a y s o f s o d o m (salò o le 120 giornate di sodoma), 1975 🎬 dir. pier paolo pasolini 'Circle of Manias'

[writers-blogck]

The Cold Comes In‎‎ 『RE8 Lords ( Ethan Winters ) x Reader‎』

Happy 2023!

So, I want to put a note here very quickly just to let you know that some of the previous chapters have been/will be revised (mainly added to and fixing grammar errors)

I will be putting a Revisited On: on the Table of Contents and then the date so you can know if anything was added since you last read it. I will also put what was Revised, such as putting that +2,000 words added, Grammar Check, etc. 

Also, we are going to ignore how I said the update would be soon and now it is three months later. I ended up losing my job and then getting another one so I have been busy and hectic! But here it is! The other reason that this chapter took me so long is that I prefer for these chapters to be over 5,000 words (hence the re-editing of past chapters and adding extra scenes) as I feel like it goes into more depth with the story. But, with this, I couldn't seem to naturally get it to that point without adding a scene that I didn't want to be in this chapter and instead, be the sole focus of the next. I hope you understand! 

Warning(s): N/A.

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Title: The Cold Comes In Description: Sometimes you have to understand that even things you have known all your life can be bad.  Pairing: RE8 Lords [ Ethan Winters ] x Reader Fandom: Resident Evil - Village Word Count: 3,989 Current Chapter: Eight Previous Chapter: The Sinful Seed Next Chapter: TBD Story Index    

        You awoke to the sound of the balcony door slamming shut. The wind was howling and a cool chill quickly entered the room, sending a shiver down your spine. The uncomfortable change was enough to wake you, jolting up in the plush bed. What was going on? You rubbed the back of your hand against your eyes, trying to get any remnants of sleep out of them. Desperately reaching around with your blurry vision, you grabbed an empty cup, deciding it was better than not having anything to use as a weapon. Was it one of the Sisters? No, not with that cold air...One of the terrible creatures that lurked around the castle? Oh, man...! You could never get a restful sleep, no matter where you were. You had taken the comfort of the bed for granted.

        As your vision fully returned to you, instead of seeing either of your guesses, there was a man. Wait...A man in the castle? A green windbreaker jacket and dusty blonde hair greeted you. Huh...It all looked familiar and once the fog lifted from your recently awoken eyes, you knew why. Ethan Winters? What in the world was he doing here? You hadn't heard any hint of him the entire time you had been in the Castle today. Sure, you had been pretty occupied with the Sisters but you still would have noticed if Ethan was around. You were certain of it. Right? The Sisters would surely be able to sense his presence if you somehow didn't. How long had you been asleep?

        There was a panicked look in his eyes, gun grasped tightly in his hand. He was covered in blood and dirt, looking more like how you appeared earlier in the day, but with more injuries. You doubted that the Sisters would let him take a nice bath in the Castle like you. Haha, funny joke...Wait a minute, you still had the question of why he was sneaking into a room while you were sleeping in it! That was a little creepy, you had to admit. Even for someone who was being hunted down by every living thing around him...That didn't give him the right to be creepy.

        "Ethan...?" 

        The man spun around quickly and raised the gun in your direction. Shit! He must not have noticed you in the room before coming in! Man, how distracted was he? Or had you been so bundled up in the blankets that you looked like a mountain of pillows? Raising your hands in the air with empty palms, you tried to appear as non-threatening as possible. It must have worked because, after a moment of the man taking in your appearance, he lowered the weapon while still keeping it unholstered. You let out a sigh of relief. No getting shot today, at least not at this moment. You were lucky he didn't automatically shoot in your direction instead of just pointing the gun. This made you wonder if he had come across Villagers in his travel...If everything that was around you was hostile, you would be shooting first and asking questions later. 

"        Jesus...I thought this room was empty." 

        "I can tell." Standing up from the bed, you moved closer to the father. He looked as though he hadn't slept in days. Perhaps he hadn't. He had huge bags under his eyes and his muscles were drooping as if it took every ounce of his energy to keep himself standing. Did he need to eat as well? He looked as though he had lost weight since the last time you saw him. It could be because of all the running was doing but you doubted that was the only reason. It was as if the Village was eating him alive. Poor guy. He really deserved the Father of the Year Award. Maybe even Parent of the Year. Did they make those? 

        "What are you doing in here?" You continued, crossing your arms over your chest. You didn't want it to make you look threatening but either way, he did just wake you up from a pretty deep sleep. That wasn't the most relaxing of situations. A nice sleep in a nice bed, he better have a good reason for this. You had large doubts that you would get to do this again anytime soon. Couldn't he have waited a few more hours before sneaking into the Castle? 

        Ethan was looking around the room as if a monster was going to jump out any second. He must be struggling with his time in the Village. He was extremely jumpy. It only made sense. You were curious about what he had been put through already. The Duke told you a few details here and there but never anything substantial. You had your own occurrences within the Village, but at least you didn't have to worry about the Lords killing you on sight. Just the monsters. What was the Village like to an outsider? It was strange enough for someone who had lived their entire life inside of it. It hadn't always been like this. There was a pang in your chest when you remembered what life had been like before the outbreak, as you called it. It still may not have been paradise but it would be considered a utopia compared to this.

        "I could ask you the same thing."

        "Well, I asked the question first so you owe me an answer if you want to get one from me. That's the rules."

        "I'm looking for my daughter."

        "I know that. I mean, why are you looking inside the Castle? Why are you in here, specifically? It isn't super easy to get inside so I doubt you just stumbled in. They don't just leave the door unlocked for bypassers to come in and get warm."

        "The Duke told me my daughter was in here...."

        Of course, he did. You wanted to groan, to run your hands through your hair, to do anything to show your displeasure. But, you kept that all to yourself. No need to stress this man out any more than he already was. He didn't know the truth behind the Duke and to be honest, you doubted you knew the full version yourself. He was elusive and liked to keep secrets, even from you. It was a bit hypocritical. He could keep secrets but expected you to tell him everything. Sure, you basically did tell him everything but that wasn't the point! He has the same irony that a parent had with their child.

        "I guess it would make sense if Mother Miranda doesn't have her, then Lady Dimitrescu would be the next best bet. The others have never cared for a child before, even remotely. Unless you count Lady Beneviento and her dolls but that may be a bit of a stretch." As you spoke, you walked over to a pile of clean clothes resting on a fancy chair. One of the Sisters must have placed them in here while you slept. You really needed to be more aware when you were asleep. How heavy of a sleeper were you? That might be something you needed to fix. 

        "Now it's your turn, why are you in the castle? Are you here because the Duke is as well? Have you seen my daughter, Rose?"

        "Excuse me?'

        "What do you mean, excuse me? What's confusing you? I found the Duke in one of the rooms here in the castle. He said if my daughter is anywhere on the premise, the Lady's champers will be the best bet. Are you here because he is in the Castle as well?" 

        You wanted to question him more, initially unaware that the Duke was also in the Castle until Ethan told you. He hadn't informed you of that part of his plan. Was it part of the plan? Was there even a plan?! You had no idea at this point! Nothing was going in the way that you expected! Sure, the Duke said things were going to change but you didn't expect the changes to affect you so much. You had hoped to just sit it all out on the sidelines in the Duke's Caravan. That was what he made it sound like the two of you would be doing, that is, until Ethan Winters arrived. 

        "No, I wish I was. You're not the only person dealing with some rather unique problems, Ethan Winters. I'm being tossed around from Lord to Lord like a strange new toy. Mother Miranda has ordered me to do so. I'm not yet sure of her true reasoning for it." You explained before continuing,

        "And the Lady Dimitrescu won't just let you go into her champers. She is a very private woman, even I haven't been able to sneak into her chambers that often. Even if you somehow do find your daughter, as long as Lady Dimitrescu is alive and kicking, she will not allow you to leave with your child. She needs Mother Miranda's approval like a fish needs water. Plus, the Sisters will do whatever their mother tells them to. Getting your daughter while any of them are still up and active is going to be near impossible. Hell, even just leaving the castle will be a challenge with the Dimitrescu Daughters and Mother still roaming." 

        "Then I'll get rid of the problems."

        "Have you fought them yet? The Sisters are hard enough, let alone their mother. Lady Dimitrescu has never met a suitable match, save perhaps for the other Lords. Even then, I would doubt that any of them other than Mother Miranda herself and perhaps Heisenberg, would be able to take her in a fight." You didn't like the idea of Ethan fighting the Sisters, you had known them for all your life and they were the closest thing to friends that you had. Yet, recently, they had gotten worse in their behavior. They were not the same girls you knew, not anymore. It was like the Village's evil had soaked deep in their bones, the Outbreak infecting them in a different way. 

        At least, you forced yourself to believe that they had changed. The other option was that you had always worn a pair of rose-colored glasses around them and it wasn't until they put your life in danger that you finally took them off.

        "I'm going to get my daughter back."

        "I'm not saying you won't. All I'm saying is that you need a plan heading into this fight. I never said they were undefeatable; just that it is going to be a real challenge to do so. They all have incredible healing abilities, all four of them." This was going to be a hard, perhaps nearly impossible task. After having spent today day with the Sisters, here you were, speaking to this intruder about how he might be able to injure them. It made your stomach churn. Did this make you a bad person? You were just leveling out the battlefields, giving Ethan a chance to survive. He could very easily still be killed even with your tips. You were just making it fair...You had to keep telling yourself that. 

        Though you may not want to think about it, you knew that the Sisters were bad entities on this Earth. They always had been but recently, the dark in them began to grow. The Sisters liked you. Maybe they actually cared, or maybe they viewed you like a little pet- either way, you were an exception to their sadistic side. Even thinking that you had to remember what Cassandra had done to you just hours before. She was willing to put you in danger just to get a laugh. She saw you as a toy that could be broken and tossed to the side, potentially forever. Had Cassandra intended for you to get hurt or did she simply not care one way or another?

        The other two sisters may not have been as bad to you as Cassandra but you had seen all of their dark sides, especially since the Outbreak. Daniela purposefully made Maids screw up just to watch them get punished by their mother or one of her sisters. Cassandra had a penchant for kicking anyone when she got the chance, literally. She kicked people when they were down. It was terrifying to think about what they were truly capable of - what they could do to you if they so willed it. They could break you like a twig, easily...

        Bela was not excused of the Sisters' sadistic nature. She was simply more cunning when it came to her enjoyment. She liked to watch her sisters cause problems with the servants, instead of getting her hands dirty herself. She also liked to chide the workers and cause more mental anguish than anything. She got pleasure when she saw fear in the girls' eyes. It made your stomach twist and turn. If things were just a little different, what would the Sisters do to you? Would they treat you just like the Maidens and Maids? Perhaps even worse? You really didn't know what made them treat you so differently. Was it because of your relationship with the Duke? 

        Pulling the large shirt off of your torso, Ethan quickly spun so his back was facing you. There was a time for decorum and a time to get the job done. At the moment, there was too much to think about to worry if this man saw you in your undergarments. With the Sisters, you had been in a more relaxed state of mind and felt more vulnerable. Now, all you could think of was the mission ahead. Ethan Winters was going to need help if he was going to get out of the Castle alive. There was work to be done and if the Duke taught you anything, it was the importance of doing a job properly. 

        It was nice to get these stranger's clothes off of you, finally. At least you knew that no one died in your own clothes. You assumed, anyway. The Duke was always the one to provide you with your necessities, such as your shoes and clothes. Either that or you made them yourself. You had doubts that the Duke would not give you a dead man's clothes. Maybe second-hand but even that seemed unlikely. His strange sense of grandeur wouldn't allow him to do something of the sort, if possible. He was a duke after all. What did a Duke call his children, you wondered. 

        "You need to rest. You said that you found the Duke in one of the chambers, yes? Go back to him. He will allow you to rest in his area, which neither Lady Dimitrescu nor the Sisters will invade. I'm not sure what's up with their relationship but it is the same with all of the Lords. He has a designated area where he is allowed to reside and for some unknown reason, the Lords cannot enter said spaces. If you require food or drink, the Duke will provide it for a price."

        "A price?" Ethan peeked back around to see that you had fully changed now and were pulling your huge coat on. It made you look tiny due to it being so much larger than the proper size that would fit you. One could say it swamped you. 

        "Yes, everything has a price."

        "I don't have any money on me."

        "Do you have anything that you've been picking up? Anything that may be of value?" You didn't know if that packrat mentality was just you or if it extended to others...You always were picking up things that didn't belong to you. They always just somehow found their way into your pockets. Whoops. 

        "I found a strange ruby ring and a really fancy bottle of wine...I've kept them in my pack, I really don't know why though..."

        "That will do. Trade with the Duke, he will take care of you. Tell him that I said you get a discount. This should be enough to get you some food and ammunition. Maybe even a chem bottle for your hand. Make sure you do not eat or drink anything you find in the Castle. I could not promise it would be safe to consume. If it is, I couldn't promise it came from something other than a human. But make sure you get something to eat from the Duke and rest up, you will need it. This is going to be very draining, let us hope in only the metaphorical way."

        "What about you?"

        "I'm going to get you a weapon that might allow you to actually kill Lady Dimitrescu. Your little gun isn't going to cut it. When you are well rested enough, go to the Temple of Worship. There I will give you the 'Dagger of Death's Flowers'. It is the only thing that is going to allow you to kill the Lady of the Castle. It drops any regenerative powers that she may have, just like the cold does to the sisters." You were checking the pockets of your coat as you spoke, ensuring everything was still there since you took it off to rest.

        "The cold?" 

        "Yes, due to the Sister's more unique physiology, they can not handle the cold air. Just as the dagger will break down any of Lady Dimitrescu's healing, the cold will do the same for the sisters. They also become more lethargic and slow-moving when they are in a direct shot of a breeze of cold air. You won't be able to deal with them if you aren't in a room that had outside access. You will need to use that to your advantage. If you are, run. Sometimes fleeing is your best bet until you get in a position where you have the upper hand. I will come and find you if you do not arrive at the temple in a certain amount of time." 

        "If you use any ammunition on the sisters before they get hit by cold air or on Lady Dimitrescu without getting the knife in her first, you will just be wasting bullets." You continued to explain. The Duke had been very strict on you knowing how to protect yourself from all of the Lords, lest the time come when you needed to. Whether you could actually perform the actions needed to hurt or kill them, was a different story. Yet, it was coming in handy now that you had to coach Ethan on what to do. 

        "Why are you helping me?" 

        "Man of Winter, I have been raised in this Village since I was born. I hate to see it be destroyed this way and though I may consider some of the residents my friends, I know that this collection of rulers will only hurt everything they touch. Something has changed within them and is only enhancing their dark side. If they control the entire Village, it is only a matter of time before they decide to expand their territory out into the rest of the world. I will not allow anyone else to have to go through this Hell because I was too scared to do something about it or felt too bad about making a decision. Before now, the Duke and I were alone. We couldn't do anything to change what was happening. But, here you are and for some reason, the Duke is convinced that you can fix all of this."

        "Fix this? I'm just here to get my daughter and then leave." Ethan Winter's tone sounded like he was trying to convince himself just as much as he was trying to convince you. He had been through something before, you could tell. No one else would be reacting in this way...You wondered if you would learn more about his past or if he would perish before he could tell you. You hoped the latter wouldn't be true.

        "The Duke believes otherwise. I don't understand why but he says that things are changing in the Village, big things, and they all revolve around you. I don't mean to add any pressure on your shoulders...You should just focus on getting your daughter back. The changes will follow."

        "How can I thank you?" 

        "Kill Mother Miranda and make sure she stays dead."

        "I want that just as much as you. If I get the chance, I swear that I will." 

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        Surprisingly, you made your way to the Temple faster than you would think. You didn't know where the sisters were. You hoped that Ethan could get what he needed without running into them but you knew that was being optimistic. You tried not to think about what may happen to the Sisters or Ethan. If they ran into one another, then one of them wouldn't be leaving that room. Did Ethan even stand a chance? You had no idea...No one had ever been able to stand up to the sisters before...No one. 

        Your mind hurt at the implications of what you had done. Was it the right thing? This had been going through your head since you had departed from the man. These girls put their trust in you and here you were, destroying it like it was nothing. Yet...There were all the other factors to consider. This wasn't as simple as a case of right or wrong, black or white. The Sisters lived in shades of gray and you didn't know where your decision fell on the monochrome color spectrum. You knew what the Duke would say, you knew what Ethan would say. Yet...What about what the other Lords would say? The Sisters? 

        You were beginning to wonder if you had some type of Stockholm Syndrome from living in the Village. Sure, you didn't actually live in the Castle with the Sisters but, the situation felt similar. Deep down, you knew they were bad and would the world would be better off if they were not in it, but on the other hand, you had your good times with them. You needed to remind yourself than a victim thought the same thing about their abuser. Even if that was just to make yourself feel better about the decision that you made in the end. 

        Approaching the coffin, you noticed that the lid was already half-way off. It must have been knocked off by some of those flying creatures, the women-like bats...Or were they bat-like women? You had never seen one close enough to truly tell and you would be happy to keep it that way. Hopefully you wouldn't run into any while you were out here grabbing the dagger. You had a knife but that was the only weapon you had on you, save for certain items that if combined correctly, could create a make-shift explosive device. They had been for Ethan to find...You should have given them to the man before leaving but it had slipped your mind until you reached into your pocket for a flashlight and felt the items. It was too late now. 

        The snow was blowing around, some getting caught in your hair as you neared the stone slab. To be honest, you never came out this far in the Castle. Sure, you may have visited it once or twice but you definitely had made yourself sound more confident than you really were when you spoke to Ethan. He didn't need to know the doubt you were feeling about retrieving the dagger. Sometimes you just had to hold onto hope and in certain cases, like this, it paid off. 

        At least, you thought it had paid off until you heard a deep woman's voice stretching across the marble pillars.

        "What are you doing out here, pest?!"

        Uh-Oh. You had been so focused on the Sisters that you forgot about one rather important and large thing: 

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[mycountrystvsucks]

"Cultural Marxism at work." ~some campaigning Republican.

[threepandas]

Bad End: Hidden Heir

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The Duke's family had very distinct eyes. It was genetic. An aggressively dominant trait at that, though it tended to die off, after a few generations out of the family. Supposedly a "blessing of the Gods". Spring to be exact. Bounty and luck. And the family certainly WAS bountiful.

In all the best and worst ways.

Wealth, corruption, children and bastards. It was a family so aggressively ALIVE, it could only be Spring's blessing that made them so. Pouring mania and madness into their veins like sweet sunlight. Whispering glory and riches, into power addled ears. They burst with life. Even as they endlessly destroyed themselves.

They were fictional.

Fascinating set dressings, for the stage play of someone else's story. Unimportant beyond their role in world building. As the origin story and power base of a character lead.

The Story ITSELF didn't even occur here. But rather, in the capital. Where the players of significance had gathered.

And I? Oh I was some minor antagonist, so insignificant to the plot, I genuinely could not remember which of seven different women I actually WAS. It had been an ongoing series. Otome Isekai. Reverse harem.

And I was either in the ORIGINAL original novel, the isekai'd plot novel, the anime adaption, OR a horrifying fever dream. My memory was largely useless. But? I did remember the characters. The archetypes.

And the fact, that the author had clearly been going though a Yandere phase.

My region of the Reverse Harem collect-o-thon? Horrifying! Red flags everywhere! No one here should date, leave room for fantasy Jesus, have we considered the joys of being a NUN? Yes. Yes I HAVE thought about it.

I was pretty sure I'd never make it. End up dead or captured by some sort of Nun Yandere. Or God Yandere. Possibly both. Assuming the bandit yanderes don't get me first. It... it was very stressful, living here.

Luckily? I knew when I could leave.

Or so I thought.

Because my house? The Dukedom? Had the "yandere butler who is secretly an heir." Who starts out with loyal dog behavior. A little highly possesive master and servant play. Then rises to become a Duke. Presumably? That is when I die. Or am disowned.

Death is most likely. Since my role was "minor antagonist" and I was to be mean to the sweet, earnest, Harem possessing Protagonist. Don't see WHY I would. Live and let live. Good for her etc etc. But regardless? Best to avoid, just in case.

The problem? Who do you think Mr Illegitimate Heir serves before she gets here? The OTHER possible heirs? Of course not! They'd "oops! Hunting accident~☆" him in a heart beat. Father isn't stupid. And my sisters? Issues. Violent, violent, issues.

He ends up with ME.

Father, WHY.

Obviously, I ignore him. I see nothing. I hear nothing. There is no war in Ba Sing Se. Mmmmm, tea. Good book. Ignore his creepy staring. His creepy, creepy staring.

Thankfully? I never really ran out of Totally Legitimate reasons to send him away to learn or do something. Proper tea making. Door maintenance. Eastern embroidery. Something, anything, and off you go! Bye bye~☆!

Unfortunately. He got faster. Better and better at learning. Mastering skills. Coming BACK. Showing up to stand in the corner, silent and looming, like an omen of death. Those damn eyes. The fucking family eyes!

I don't have them. And NOT as, my Father would have me believe, because I "take after my Mother". But because I am not genetically related to the Duke. I have GOLD eyes. When I wear the right shade of green? I pass. So I am condemned to forever wear green. Don't even really like it much. But?

I am pretty damn sure? I was just... pretty.

A lovely, orphaned, golden eyed child that COULD pass as his. So why not? It was a whim that payed off. Unlike in the original stories, I imagine. Since I am by FAR the best behaved child in this entire house. Ha! Suck it, bio-kids, the adopted one's the favorite! Maybe should have been less lil bitchs.

....I carefully do not say.

Those are INSIDE thoughts.

Fuck. He's still LOOMING. Isn't he? Go awaaaaaay. Where is Protag-chan? Come be doe eyed and busty! Trip adorably! Go "kyaaa~" or something! I feel body heat and freeze. He's leaning over my shoulder to pick up the teapot, pour me another cup. I can FEEL the barest graze of his knuckles against my back, from where he's gripped my chair. The smell of his aftershave almost hauntingly pleasant.

Like he KNEW exactly what smells I liked most. Went out of his way to find one that best suited my preference. Coincidence. Please, PLEASE be a coincidence! I do not turn my head. Keep my eyes locked straight ahead. Barely breathing.

He steps back.

The new pot is sharp and herbal. Almost bitter. I force myself to drink. Can't see a sugar dish, and REFUSE to turn around and ask for one. Ignore. IGNORE. My pounding heart calms. My muscles slowly start to relax.

It... it IS weird, though, now that I think about it? That Protag-chan hasn't reached the Dukedom yet. She should have. God only knows I sent Creepy to the capital enough times, with enough highly specific instructions, that he should've had his meet cute's and dates by the dozen. Been half way in love. So... why...?

Huh.

Dizzy.

The taste of tea sits wrong on my tounge. I stop drinking as the world sways. Letting the cup fall from my hand. Splatter, roll, and shatter. I try desperately to stand. A gentle gloved hand catches my elbow, supporting me. I turn. Giddy eyes. Triumphant, wide, spring green eyes. Too green to be gold, too gold to be green.

An almost cruel, mocking, yet loving grin.

Another hand slides around my waist, braces me against his side. Gleeful little murmurs, too pleased to be reassuring. You. You did this! You DRUGGED ME!

I can barely move, body relaxing against my command, going limp, as he draws me close. Presses his face against the side of my head, against my temple. A deep, shuddering breathe, that he savors like wine. I try to pull free but can not. Feel his lips pull into a vicious grin against my skin. Hands begin to run in gentle, claiming, exploration.

And at last the drugs kick in... the wo..rld..

G..oes..

Dar..k........

[elderscrollsconceptart]

Thadon, Duke of Mania

Concept art for The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion

Shivering Isles DLC

Art by Adam Adamowicz

[what-even-is-thiss]

If you can’t decide whether to be Duke of mania or dementia in the shivering isles the mania quest is better for stealth characters and the dementia quest is better if your character is more of a blunt instrument of destruction

[luizd3ad]

BatFam At Disneyland Headcanons

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ࣪˖⤷ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ࣪ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ˖ ⤷

Author's Note: This is my First time Writing Headconons so I hope you guys like it and I did it right <3

Also this is based kinda on my experiences at Disneyland which I haven’t been there in like 10 years? So I haven’t been to Avengers Campus or Star Wars so sorry if stuff is wrong so sounds weird.

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Dick: 

-Is actually so excited but doesn't want to show it because he knows Jason is gonna make fun of him.

-He would get so happy when he gets called a ‘Space Ranger’ when they scan his ticket.

-Gets pissed that there's not many rides that are wheelchair accessible.

-Keeps saying how he can do the Spider-Man's flip at Avengers Campus.

-Is now convinced he can be Spider-Man.

-Tried to get Spider-Man to do a backflip with him.

-Got sad when Babs told him to leave the Cast Members alone.

Jason: 

-Makes fun of Dick because he knows he's excited.

-Is also really excited.

-Try’s to think of a ways to leave Damian because he knows hes going to complain the whole fucking time.

-He's 100% gonna try and flirt with some of the princesses.

-Also gets pissed that there's not many rides that are wheelchair accessible.

-Gets yelled at by Alfred and Brunce when he tries to hold his middle finger up in the picture with Steph.

Tim: 

-Gets sick on the TeaCups ride.

-He got so excited when he met woody like he was jumping with joy.

-Bro loved Cars Land like he had to be forced to leave.

-Makes everyone wait till the lights turn on in Cars Land

-Cries during ‘The World of Color’ show.

-’Toy Story Midway Mania’ was his favorite ride of the whole day.

-Gets freaked out thinking about Walt Disney's frozen head.

Damian: 

-Complained the whole way there.

-Wants to go to ‘The Wizarding World Of Harry Potter’.

-Gets pissed when he can't go to The Wizarding World.

-Is pissed till they go on Hyperspace Mountain. 

-He had so much fun at StarWars.

-He made a droid and a lightsaber.

-Kept comparing Brunce to Iron man.

Duke: 

-Makes fun of Tim for getting sick on the TeaCups.

-When everyone gets Mickey Mouse Ears he laughs at Dick because they wouldn't put ‘Dick’ on the ears.

-Got a little scared on the Indiana Jones ride, he kept his eyes closed because he was not taking any chances.

-Small World freaked him out a little. 

-He was eating every candy and treat he could get his hands on.

-Pretends he's not sick at the end of the night because he doesn't want to prove that Alfred was right.

Bruce: 

-He begs Alfred to go because he can't deal with all his kids by himself in a place like Disney.

-Man is stressed.

-Mentally complains about how expensive everything is like he isn't a billionaire.

-Grizzly Peak was his favorite.

-He thought ‘Soarin’ was the best ride. \

-Now hates Iron Man

Cass: 

-Pirates of the Caribbean and Haunted Mason were her favorite.

-Doesn't want to but agrees to take pictures with the princesses (she actually really wants to, especially with Pocahontas).

-Meeting Loki was the highlight of her day.

-Convinces Tim that Walt Disney's Head is frozen in the basement. 

Steph: 

-Explains to Damian that The Wizarding World is at a different park.

-Convinces Cass and Babs to take pictures with every princess they see.

-Gets Jason to take a picture with Eeyore and Tigger. (She said it was them)

-Makes everyone watch the parade. 

-Cries during the Fireworks. 

Babs: 

-Get's sad that there's not many rides that are wheelchair accessible.

-Convinces Dick that he can go on rides without her.

-Loved taking pictures with the princesses

-Meeting Ariel was her favorite part.

-Jungle Cruise was her favorite ride.

-Tells Dick to leave Spider-Man alone.

-Tells Dick he can't just ask people to do backflips with him.

-Loved Pixie Hollow. 

Alfred: 

-It was his idea but he wants to stay at the manor.

-Has no idea why Bruce is stressed considering he planned everything.

-Takes princess pictures with the girls.

-Kept telling Duke to stop eating so much candy because he was going to get sick.

-Stand behind everyone during the fireworks and tear up at the idea of this trip healing all of their inner childs even if it's just a little.

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[brf-rumortrackinganon]

As a Brit who started royal watching with Princess Anne's wedding (!) (I'm old but was very young then), I remember the 80s and 90s very well and I'd say the hierarchy has always been quite strictly adhered to. Of the Queen's children Charles was always firmly the heir in everyone's minds, Anne was the hardworking spare who did a lot of the 'bread and butter' royal work that no one else wanted to do and Andrew and Edward were somewhat non-entities, who tried to have careers away from royal work. Andrew only garnered headlines because he was handsome and a playboy with an interesting lovelife. Unfortunately the separate careers thing didn't work out, as very few royals have the talent to make the sort of money they need to finance their lavish lifestyles without cashing on their royal connections. Only Mike and Zara have been somewhat successful at this and only because they are world level sports personalities. Even the lavish Westminster Abbey weddings that Anne and Andrew had were not exceptional. When Anne was married in 1973 there hadn't been a major royal occasion for a decade or so (no Coronation, Jubilee, or funeral etc.) and the country was grateful to get an extra Bank Holiday and the chance for a bit of a party. And even then there was precedent. Margaret, as a daughter of a sovereign, had had a big WA wedding a decade earlier. George VI's brothers also married/had plans to marry at WA. In Andrew's case the family were cashing in on the royal mania the family had attracted since Diana had entered its ranks (it really was night and day different) and the excitement garnered by Charles and Di's wedding. It was Edward's wedding that was exceptional. By then everyone was heartily sick of royal weddings that started off in pomp and circumstance and ended in scandal and divorce, plus the Windsor fire had shone a huge spotlight on the royal family's finances. The family read the room and the wedding was a much more relaxed affair, that has become the model for all royal family weddings with the exception of William's as a direct heir. I'm sure the Royal Family wanted Harry to become an Anne-like hardworking spare, picking up the slack for William in particular when it came to the military and some Commonwealth events (with his conveniently bi-racial wife). He could have potentially taken over the Prince's Trust (again having a bi-racial wife would have been a real asset) and maybe even have inherited Highgrove. In short following the precedent set by Edward as Duke of Edinburgh, working hard, having a modest wedding by royal standards and inheriting his father's charitable interests and schemes. They reckoned without the narcissism of both Harry and Meghan. Neither had any intention of following in Edward and Sophie's footsteps, instead they looked to the lifestyles of two other royal 'spares' and narcissists Margaret and Andrew and demanded what they had had, without acknowledging that the world and the place of royalty within that world has moved on.

Thanks for sharing!

[curlsandsnakes]

AU POLIN FANFIC

Courting Penelope Featherington

It’s raining the day he comes home.

Dark, moody weather that sets the tone wonderfully for the rather lackluster greeting he gets from his preoccupied siblings and absolutely rung dry mother. With two girls out in society, 1 pair of newly weds, 2 youngsters, and a Benedict, he can’t quite blame his mothers half hearted declarations and wandering eyes. He’s fully aware they’re happy to see him, Hyacinth even cries, but they all have their own dramas going on and have no time to entertain his stories of travel.

It doesn’t matter any, there really is only person he’s desperate to talk too, desperate to thrill with detailed accounts and sketched photographs.

It’s a shame Penelope Featherington wants absolutely nothing to do with him.

Eloise is the only sibling who never responded to a letter he sent. It’s clear she’s fully aware of the horrible things he’d spoken in a drunken haze nearly five months ago , and in true Eloise fashion she has no intention of betraying her best friend. She doesn’t even speak to him until he drops into the chaise beside her.

“Eloise. I missed you.”

Her bored expression never falters.

“Lovely to have you home, colin.” It’s so formal he nearly snorts at his rebellious little sister.

“I understand you are still displeased with me about my error last season.”

That does it.

“Error?! You call what you did an error?” Her body twists towards him and she fixes him with an outraged glare.

“Well yes, it’s was uncalled for and I…”

“Uncalled for?! I’ve never known you to be a fool but I find I do not know you at all. You nearly ruined her , Colin! She was wiped from the marriage market by your comments alone! If even her best friend couldn’t imagine being with her, why would anyone else? You have no idea what you accomplished!” Eloise pants, her face alarmingly red. “And then, when the damage was done you ran off to travel the world leaving Penelope to fix her reputation entirely on her own! And the audacity to write to her.”

Theres pain in his gut, crushing and turning everything in his stomach until he’s left nauseous and weak. What had he done? Was he truly that blind to see how fragile Pen was already? If anyone knew how desperately she wanted a husband, a family, it was him. And he had spoken so callously, degraded the one decent woman in the entirety of the ton.

“But you needn’t worry, penelope is no longer the Insipid wallflower you once knew. She has blossomed quite beautifully, I myself was astonished by her transformation.” Kate calls from her place at the head desk in the drawing room, a knowing sparkle in her eye.

“It’s true! She’s the prettiest one at all of the festivals.” Gregory is fussing with his gift while he speaks but makes sure to keep eye contact with Colin when he continues “and everyone says so.” It feels strangely like a warning from the 12 year old.

“Do we speak of Penelope?” Violet Bridgerton waltzes back into the room “I’ve heard from a reputable source that Lord Debling and Master Anderson both have plans to begin a courtship with our beautiful friend. I’m so intrigued to see who she will choose to marry.”

“Marry?!” His voice carry’s over the deafening crack of thunder “she can’t marry! She would need at-least a season of courting and this one’s nearly over. If they haven’t begun courting her yet, it would be wise to wait until next year to begin!” He feels hot, sweaty, his heart beating so fast it’s bound to give way to his mania any moment now.

“Not in Penelope’s case. This is her third season with no matches, she’s more than welcome to accept whomever she chooses at whatever time.” Violet is perched on Simons lap.

“I quite like Debling. I believe he would make a good addition to the family.” The duke tickles his wife’s ribs.

“As do I. We all get on quite well and since Penelope is essentially a sixth Bridgerton sister it will be nice to have someone we can all tolerate.” Anthony adds.

“She is not marrying Debling!” Colin’s voice is firm and slightly frantic, panic rising up the back of his neck. “She will not marry this season.”

“And who are you to decide what she does brother? Have you not done enough. Your opinion is inconsequential and it would do best for you to keep it to yourself, lest you scare any more suitors off.” Eloise has her hands on her hips and it’s almost intimidating enough for him to stop speaking but God himself could not save Colin Bridgerton now.

“There will be no more suitors and she will not be marrying any of these men!” He barks, firm and unmoving.

“Why do you keep saying that?!” Eloise shouts.

“Because she will marry me!” The words pour out of him in a roar, his chest heaves and his hands ball his neatly pressed pants. “She will marry me when I am done courting her, she deserves the full courting experience. I had intended to come home at the start of the Season so I could do it properly but my boat went down at a shipping port and I didn’t make it out of Greece for weeks.

Violet claps her hands, a watery smile on her lips

“These are your intentions, dear?”

He has never seen his mother so proud, joy shining in her eyes.

“Yes. They have been since I left All those months ago. I regret the words I spoke instantly and I needed to figure out why. It didn’t take me long to realize Penelope is the one I desire, I crave, I need her in every humanly way.” It feels like a weight has been lifted off my chest

… until of course, Eloise speaks.

“We’ll best of luck on that journey, brother. Penelope Featherington absolutely loathes you.” She takes too much pleasure from his pain.

“All will work out as it should.” Violet pats his shoulder gently before walking back out.

He needs to fix this before someone else takes his place.

He needs to court Penelope Featherington, and he needs to court her right now.

[animemusicbrackets]

Vocaloid Song Showdown!!!: Prelims Part B Brackets

You can find the preliminary brackets, as well as the full list of submissions here

ALL MATCHES CAN BE FOUND AT THIS LINK

All prelim matches were made with a random sorter. They will all be posted at noon EST, and will last for one week. There will be one winner per match that will advance (17 total winners).

The Preliminaries Part B will be released as follows:

Saturday, February 10th

Match 1:

"Honey I'm Home" by GHOST; feat. DEX

"Hyperventilation Dance" by Nashimoto We; feat. Hatsune Miku

"Spinning Sky Rabbit" by Orangestar; feat. Hatsune Miku

"Marshall Maximizer" by Hiiragi Magnetite; feat. KAFU

"Children Record" by Jin; feat. IA

Match 2:

"Remote Control" by WONDERFUL☆OPPORTUNITY; feat. Kagamine Rin & Len

"Unicorn" by Teniwoha; feat. flower

"DEAD HAND" by Ferry; feat. Yuzuki Yukari

"Drowning in a Wave of Sadness" by Neru; feat. Kagamine Len

"Mozaik Role" by DECO*27; feat. GUMI

Match 3:

"Proto Disco" by nulut; feat. flower (with KurageP, Bis, MatuMotoMoti, *Shimi, nulut)

"Meteor" by Jonsann; feat. Hatsune Miku

"SUSHI-GO-ROUND" by Utsu-P; feat. ROSE

"Town of Jade" by Mel; feat. Hatsune Miku

"Kaisei" by Orangestar; feat. IA

Monday, February 12th

Match 4:

"The Liar Witch and Gray Rainbow" by Soraru; feat. Hatsune Miku

"Testament" by Hiiragi Magnetite; feat. Hatsune Miku

"ROKI" by Mikito-P; feat. Kagamine Rin and Mikito-P

"BRING IT ON" by Giga-P; feat. Kagamine Rin & Len (with MEIKO)

"World is Mine" by ryo; feat. Hatsune Miku

Match 5:

"Mermaid" by Somari; feat. Hatsune Miku

"Waltz of Anomalies" by Hoehoe-P; feat. Hatsune Miku

"Magic Mirror" by teamOS; feat. Kagamine Rin & Len

"Doctor=Funk Beat" by nyanyannya; feat. KAITO (with maimie, Shindou Gaku, Amaoto Junca, and Dashio)

"Mirage" by Harumaki Gohan; feat. Hatsune Miku

Match 6:

"Hate it Hate it! Huge Ego!" by Wada Takeaki; feat. Otomachi Una

"*Hello, Planet." by sasakure.UK; feat. Hatsune Miku

"The Last Revolver" by MOTHY; feat. GUMI

"You’re Telling Me A SHRIMP Fried This Rice?!" by Jamie Paige; feat. Hatsune Miku

"Vita" by Hiiragi Kirai; feat. flower

Match 7:

"Witch" by Suzuki-P and Ryotai; feat. Megurine Luka (with Camui Gackpo, Kagamine Len, Kagamine Rin, Hatsune Miku)

"MONSTER" by KIRA; feat. GUMI

"Karakuri Pierrot " by 40mP; feat. Hatsune Miku (with GUMI)

"Kakome, Kakome" by Zawazawa-P; feat. Hatsune Miku and Megurine Luka

"Parade of Mediocre People" by Wada Takeaki; feat. Otomachi Una

Wednesday, February 14th

Match 8:

"Dreaming Chuchu" by emon(Tes.); feat. Megurine Luka (with Hatsune Miku and Kagamine Rin)

"iNSaNiTY" by CircusP and Azuralunar; feat. KAITO and SF-A2

"RRRRafflesia" by Utsu-P; feat. Hatsune Miku

"Spinning Song" by DATEKEN; feat. Kagamine Rin & Len

"Common World Domination" by Pinocchio-P; feat. Hatsune Miku

Match 9:

"The Intense Singing Voice of Hatsune Miku" by CosMo; feat. Hatsune Miku

"Heavenly You" by LonePi; feat. REML

"The Madness of Duke Venomania" by MOTHY; feat. Camui Gackpo (with KAITO, GUMI, MEIKO, Megurine Luka, and Hatsune Miku)

"Heart Democracy" by Mikito-P; feat. Hatsune Miku

"Fake Fake Psychotropic" by Kairiki Bear; feat. GUMI

Match 10:

"Jitterbug" by Kuriyama Yuri; feat. Hatsune Miku and MEIKO

"LIAR DANCE" by DECO*27; feat. Hatsune Miku

"Unfriendly Hater" by Meddmia; feat. Hatsune Miku and KAFU

"HITO mania" by Haraguchi Sasuke; feat. Kasane Teto

"Teo" by Omoi; feat. Hatsune Miku (with Kagamine Rin, GUMI, IA)

Friday, February 16th

Match 11:

"Shunran" by john; feat. Hatsune Miku

"Sand Planet" by Hachi; feat. Hatsune Miku (with Hachi)

"Triple Baka" by LamazeP; feat. Hatsune Miku (with Kasane Teto)

"Blessed Messiah and the Tower of AI" by teamOS; feat. Hatsune Miku, Kagamine Len, Kagamine Rin, Megurine Luka, Camui Gackpo, GUMI, IA, MAYU, MEIKO, and KAITO

"Datte" by Yuyoyuppe; feat. Natsuki Karin

Match 12:

"oyasumination" by ippo.tsk; feat. Eleanor Forte

"I’m Gonna Buy! Buy! Buy! " by Signal-E; feat. Luo Tianyi

"Propose" by Naisho no Pierced; feat. KAFU

"Neo-Neon" by DECO*27 and TeddyLoid; feat. Hatsune Miku (with Shiho)

"Jailbreak" by Neru; feat. Kagamine Rin

Match 13:

"Play" by shr and itsuki; feat. Matsudappoiyo

"Reckless Battery Burns" by GHOST and Vane; feat. Kevin

"Hungry Nicole" by Niru Kajitsu; feat. flower

"Tell Your World" by kz; feat. Hatsune Miku

"Gehenna" by wotaku; feat. Hatsune Miku

Match 14:

"Abstract Nonsense" by Neru; feat. Kagamine Rin

"Electric Angel (Giga-P Arrangement)" by Yasuo-P and Giga-P; feat. Kagamine Rin & Len

"Mind Brand" by MARETU; feat. Hatsune Miku

"Vampire" by DECO*27; feat. Hatsune Miku

"makka" by Yuyoyuppe; feat. Natsuki Karin

Sunday, February 18th

Match 15:

"Can't I Even Dream" by Fumii; feat. Hatsune Miku

"hand" by Avogado6; feat. Asane Ema

"Weenywalker" by youman; feat. GUMI

"Schadenfreude" by Guchiry; feat. Otomachi Una

"Alter Ego" by Misumi; feat. Hatsune Miku

Match 16:

"All I Need are Things I Like" by Pinocchio-P; feat. Hatsune Miku

"Machine Gun" by KIRA; feat. GUMI

"Love Me, Love Me, Love Me" by Kikuo; feat. Hatsune Miku

"Kimagure Mercy" by Hachioji-P and q*Left; feat. Hatsune Miku

"Seraphim on the Ring" by Mitchie M; feat. Hatsune Miku, Kagamine Rin, KAITO (with Kagamine Len)

Match 17:

"Super Nuko World" by Mafumafu; feat. IA (with Kagamine Rin)

"Love! Snow! Really Magic" by Mitchie M; feat. Hatsune Miku

"Crazy ∞ nighT" by teamOS; feat. Hatsune Miku, Kagamine Len, Kagamine Rin, GUMI, Camui Gackpo, Megurine Luka, KAITO, and MEIKO

"Nobody Makes Sense" by Pinocchio-P; feat. Hatsune Miku

"Reincarnation Apple" by Pinocchio-P; feat. Hatsune Miku

[concussed-to-pieces]

Wolves At The Door; Part Three

Fandom: Resident Evil [Village]

Pairing: Eventual Karl Heisenberg/AFAB!Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

Summary: "No." You whispered, your hold on the knife’s hilt tightening. "No, I-I don't want you to come any nearer."

A/N: FIGHT SCENE FIGHT SCENE! I'd like to thank you all for reading thus far, you're The Best <3 I will be taking a small break after this, due to a vacation. I'll see you all on the 11th! Enjoy!

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Prelude

Part One

Part Two

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains mentions of blood, canon-typical violence, gratuitous violence and graphic depictions of mental and physical duress. Stay safe!]

"You will regret this." The Duke warned him, his smile vanishing at Heisenberg's demand.

"I don't care," Karl insisted, his fingers still twisted into the larger man's shirt collar. "I can't keep going on like this, not without knowing if I'm-" broken a danger bad person "--if I'm someone who would…do something I shouldn't."

The merchant, for whatever reason, insisted on continuing, "This will not endear you to them, my Lord."

"I don't know why the hell you think I'm doing this for them!" Heisenberg snapped angrily. "I'm tired of not fucking knowing what I'm–I just feel like I'm always waiting, anticipating something awful. I've had enough."

A large finger landed between his brows, the Duke bearing an uncharacteristically serious expression. "I am sorry for this, Lord Heisenberg."

Darkness overcame Karl then, as well as a chill like the sun had been suddenly switched off.

…

"Mr. Duke! It's good to see you. I wasn't sure if you were alright, it's been so long since you've come by!" You exclaimed, still wiping your hands dry with an old towel as you made your way to the fenceline. "You'll have to fill me in."

The Duke, for his part, looked unchanged. A bit more sweaty perhaps, but that could be chalked up to the rigors of just existing in such a unique body. You saw his eyes dart to your houseguest and you got the sudden impression that you may have interrupted something. The large man staunchly denied this when you asked though, his laugh just as jovial as always. Maybe you had misinterpreted the situation?

If looks could kill, however, it seemed the Duke would be quite done for. Karl was glaring holes through the merchant, striking green eyes narrowed to angry slits. That look alone could make anyone nervous!

"I noticed my talismans have gone missing, my dear. Has something happened?" The Duke's inquiry was smooth, almost bland. 

"They just started crumbling one day. I guess the elements finally got to them?" 

The Duke's expression shifted strangely and once again his eyes darted to Heisenberg. But all he said was, "how curious," then started rummaging in the drawers that framed his corpulent form. 

"I'm sorry, I don't have-"

"I told you," the Duke interrupted, his smile a bit sharper, "it's all part of our first-class customer service!" He gestured vaguely with one large hand, placing the small bundles of herbs and flowers down on his thigh. "If nothing else, take these as my thanks for nursing the Lord back to health. He certainly seems a changed man from when we last met." You heard Karl growl, muttering something under his breath that made the Duke chuckle coldly. "Now now, let's not say things we don't mean. I'm being sincere! I am glad you and the Lord Heisenberg are on such good terms. Why, he's almost tame."

…

There had been a great shattering, a terrible rending in his mind the likes of which he had never experienced before. The stress and mania that had driven him doggedly onward collapsed in upon itself after Ethan's final assault, as though the strain of both his transformation and the fight was too much for his body and mind to handle. Karl could just barely recall feeling himself fraying, his soul being torn apart at the seams like he was an ugly garment in the hands of the world's most negligent tailor.

Miranda would love that. Let that bitch pick out every stitch so she could make me into something useful, something controllable.

Maybe it was that bitterness that kept him breathing. Bitter spite and hatred, a parasitic leech just as much as the creature that throbbed uneasily in his gut. Cadou, finally a name for the feeling, the tension, the parasite that clung to his broken body and demanded him to rise, demanded him to fight and kill anew to keep it alive. Karl was exactly what he had feared and suspected all along: a freak.

While the Duke sat there complacent, chuckling, Heisenberg could only seethe internally. The obese merchant finally leaned forward, his smile distinctly oily. "I'd advise the two of you to turn in early for the evening. A storm is coming."

"Thanks for the tip." Heisenberg said through gritted teeth.

"Do you have anything new to show me?" The excitement in your voice threw Karl off a bit, as did the Duke's smirking reply of, "Naturally, my dear!"

Apparently it had been a busy few months for the merchant, because he immediately started pulling out (allegedly) new trinkets to show you. Each item he proudly displayed, however, set Heisenberg more and more on edge. Crystalline objects, fragile and frail, covered in sharp edges and scenting the air lightly with decay. Something about them had that wrongness, that Uncanny Valley sheen, as well as a hideous familiarity. 

Finally Karl said faintly, "I'm going to head back in." His head was swimming, mind struggling to sort through lifetimes of memories and it felt like his entire body was throbbing with his pulse. "You two have fun catching up."

"But my Lord-" the Duke protested, extending the protective talismans to Karl with a guileless expression. "-I had hoped you would hang these along the fenceline for me. I would do it myself, of course, but it's been so long since I've had a customer to show my wares." His eyes twinkled with the silent joke; he knew damn well that touching those things was bad news for Karl. Go on, big man, the Duke's smug gaze seemed to say, go on and reveal yourself.

Karl's glare reached a nuclear temperature, his mood rapidly swinging from discomfort to infuriation at being toyed with. This colossal fuck knew exactly what he was capable of! As usual, the Duke's audacity was exclusively outweighed by his mass.

But you were smiling, you looked so excited to see what else the Duke would show you.

Damn it all to hell.

Karl dug around in the pocket of his jacket, pulling out his gloves and gracelessly yanking them on before holding out a hand to take the charms. 

The Duke's smile never wavered once.

…

"It is odd, seeing the change in him." The Duke commented, turning a human torso that may have been carved from quartz this way and that to show you how the light caught it. "You certainly did more than your share of work, my dear."

"I don't understand." You replied, a little confused. "It hasn't been too hard. Only issue was keeping bread in the house."

"Can we claim his essence restored by mere gluten?" The Duke fixed you with a look that made you uncomfortable, his normally good-natured expression gone serious. "I doubt that, but I am open to breakthroughs in science."

"Do you mean I helped raise his spirits or something?" When the obese man shook his head, you shrugged. "I haven't really done much except put that gunk that you gave me onto his wounds and endured his company. If anything he's been helping me out! Got to get a few things done that I couldn't manage myself." 

"Very curious," the Duke mused, his attention seeming to have moved on to the odd combination of gears and crystals that he was currently showing you. It looked almost like a half-metal heart encased in white crystal and you marveled at the craftsmanship of it. "Lord Heisenberg has allowed himself to be domesticated. The Lady Dimitrescu would have a fit if she were still around."

His words didn't register until a moment later, making your brow furrow. Unfortunately the large merchant didn't appear to be in an expansive mood, whatever further queries you had being easily deflected or outright ignored.

…

Miranda. 

Karl tried to focus on something aside from the fact that his entire left hand was going numb. 

The constant fury he felt at that self-styled mother's attempted manipulation of him would do, so he began to reminisce. Though his mind was not entirely whole, Heisenberg could still remember his disdain for the haughty woman. She had always looked at him with such blatant calculation in her eyes; he had to commend her for the consistency of that gaze. Karl wondered sometimes if she practiced it in front of the mirror. How his ‘siblings’ had never seen her manipulation…

"Sore loser," his own voice echoed back to him through his memories and he scoffed, yanking the knot tight on the twine. Another charm secure. The little talismans were made of monkshood and nondescript twigs of some evergreen plant, all braided together with a few stalks of what seemed to be wheat and then fashioned into a tidy wreath. The numbness in his hand vanished once he released the charm, now replaced by an unpleasant burning. He could see spidery black tendrils making their way up his arm from beneath the glove, following the path of his veins to spread that burning sensation. Aside from that, though, Karl felt nothing. Was his fury truly slow to come, or did he just not care anymore? 

He slowed to a halt, resting his weight on the fence as he stared down at it. He almost wanted to will himself to be upset, get worked up, something for the sake of familiarity. This calm…acceptance, it didn't seem like him. The Duke had said Miranda was 'taken care of'. No doubt Ethan had fistfought the feathery bitch himself.

Dimitrescu, then, Karl decided, she could always piss me off, that colossal cunt. The anger was so faint it was barely annoyance. The weird little doll? Indifference. Moreau. Pity. 

Pity?! 

Was his throat closing up?! He was either flashing over or having some sort of allergic reaction to the talismans, he reasoned desperately. That was the only explanation for his strange response. Heisenberg pulled away from the fence, taking a few healthy steps backwards. He abruptly felt the hairs raise on the back of his neck and the Lord reached out to grab the maul, realizing at that moment that he had left it by the cart. Come on!

A body crashed into his back and Karl almost toppled, only just managing to brace himself on a fencepost. Sharp teeth grazed his arm, the combined scent of wet dog and iron nearly strong enough to make Heisenberg retch. Without a second thought Karl yanked the charm off the post and jammed his entire fist into the thing's mouth, hearing it start to choke and gag right next to his ear. 

The maul arrived, flying through the air like the weapon of some old Norse god. Karl seized it with his free hand, swinging it around to pulverize the…lycan, lycan, shit, he had forgotten. Its skull caved beneath the maul's blunted edge and Heisenberg quickly shoved the body to the side as it twitched its last.

There were more of them. A lot more of them, a pack of mangled humanoids spilling out from beneath the trees to yowl and bay at him. The body at his feet began to crystallize, the familiar scent of death wafting up to greet him like an old friend. Memories started to bleed in at the sides of his vision: dark, wispy vignettes of the man he was, the monster he really was.

I think bare minimum I've done some real bad things. 

He had been so desperate for reassurance without even knowing why, groping unlit through the halls of his memories as a stranger. It had been better for a while, what was shoved into the back of his mind to let him play fucking pretend at being human, at this new life with you.

Just like Miranda with her fake little family.

Heisenberg drew himself up to his full height, narrowing his eyes and roaring "shut your fucking holes!", immensely gratified when the cacophony immediately quieted. 

Unfortunately, the uneasy silence was then broken by a scream. A scream of his name. And the lycans, obviously sensing Karl's momentary distraction, peeled away to head for the source of the noise.

…

"Karl!" You cried, the terrible din you had heard seconds before still ringing in your ears.

"Oh dear," the Duke remarked blithely, "I may have been too late." He shrugged after a moment, passing you another charm. "Well, I hurried as best as I could." The massive merchant then clicked his tongue once and the seemingly too-small horse began to pull the cart down the road once more. "Good luck, my dear. Remember what I said about the weather!" He called with a wave.

"You've gotta' be kidding me!" You yelled after him incredulously, the talisman clutched tightly in your grasp. All you heard in reply was faint chuckling. You gritted your teeth, turning on your heel. "Karl!" You shouted again, starting across the yard. You could hear muffled yowling coming from behind the cabin, out past the back fenceline, so with your heart in your throat you carried onward. You hoped and prayed it was just a bobcat that Karl had spooked, you're overreacting, everything is fine. You did make a brief pit stop to pick up your kindling knife from the basket on the porch, staunchly refusing to think about what you could possibly need it for. 

Upon turning the corner of the house, however, you came face to face with some…thing, some awful thing with sharp teeth and a hunched humanoid body. You froze and so did it, before it bared its filthy, blackened maw and snarled at you. 

Oh, it's going to kill me. The thought was so certain it almost surprised you. Really, what else could happen? Fuck, it's going to kill me. You backed away, holding the knife in front of you in a desperate bid to keep the creature at bay. For some reason it actually seemed to be working, the weird wolf-man snapping its teeth at the air in evident frustration. Well, it was either that or the Duke's charm that you had slipped around your wrist, but you weren't about to start questioning your luck.

A projectile whipped past your head from behind you, the mass of it disturbing the air enough to emit a faint whistle. It was the maul, its dull blade slamming into the face of the lycan and bending it nearly in half before it collapsed like a deflating balloon. 

"You stay the hell away from them, you mangy rat!" Karl spat, his gaze full of fury as he rounded the house coming from the other direction. It may not have been aimed at you, but his rage was still absolutely terrifying to witness. Your knees began to tremble, threatening to dump you onto the ground. Heisenberg suddenly seemed larger than life and extremely dangerous, voice booming and eyes ablaze with a malice you had never seen. The man tore the maul free with a sickening crunch, shaking some of the gore off. "You alright?"

You realized he was addressing you, still coming closer at that too-fast pace and you floundered to nod, opening your mouth to say something, yes I'm fine and don't come near me you're scaring me and what's going on. No words came out, though. When had he gotten so big? It was as though someone else had taken over his body, someone self-assured, someone…

Was this how he had been before?

Karl stopped dead two feet away, the man huffing out an irritated breath. "Oh, you've got one of those charms." He slung the maul over one shoulder, holding out a gloved hand. "Here, give it so I can close the loop on this fence." There were holes torn in the glove, ragged punctures. Bite marks.

"No." You whispered, your hold on the knife’s hilt tightening. "No, I-I don't want you to come any nearer." What did the Duke do to him? 

Karl's brow furrowed, but he soldered on, reasoning, "There's more of the freaks out there, sugar. We don't have the whole fence covered, I need that last charm." 

"Please, don't…look, I don't want to hurt you and you're scaring me right now." You got the feeling the blade you had was about as threatening as a butter knife to the large man, but you held firm. 

Cornered dogs bite. He had called you sugar, his voice low and urgent. Surely it was still him in there if he was using the silly pet name he had decided upon for you. This was all so confusing.

"The lycans don't give a shit about whether you're scared, sugar! They aren't gonna' wait around for us to sort things out, they're coming!" Heisenberg snapped roughly, glancing back over his shoulder. "Fuck's sake! I'm not at full bore and if something gets you because I'm out of it, I'd-" He hesitated, then huffed through gritted teeth instead of finishing the sentence. "Alright, fine, I'm not coming any closer, we'll just do it together then. Stay by me. Devil you know, right?" He instructed, that fierce gaze softening a bit. "Nothing will get you while I'm here."

What if you're the thing I'm worried about? you wondered privately. 

…

You were looking at him like he was a monster. You were looking at him like he was a horrible, terrible monster, that trashy Bowie knife you used to shave kindling chips clutched in your trembling hands, leveled at his gut. You're scaring me right now.

And Karl couldn't even deny it because holy shit he was, he had been, he might still be. Oh God, no wonder the Duke told him it was an awful idea. He wanted to throw up, but that may have been due to the closeness of the talisman. Anti-mold measures or just another silver bullet in the magazine?

At least now he knew, as crushing as that particular burden of knowledge was. At least he knew. It was oddly freeing to be that self-fulfilling prophecy for once. 

You ended up hovering nervously at his elbow, the proximity of the charm a constant, nagging throb at the apex of his spine. But he could keep track of you that way. 

"The lycans are wary." Karl informed you, not really sure why he did so. "They know who I am but they're not particularly good listeners." 

"Something you have in common." You retorted.

Karl shrugged, feeling his glove slide down his mangled fingers before he tugged it back into place. "I'd like to think I've improved." He glared at the forms he could see surging along the edges of the treeline, brandishing the maul in silent threat. Come on, you rabid little shits.

Not a single one left the safety of the woods, however they did keep up their noise. Howling and shrieking, the pack followed the two of you closely. They're waiting for us to place the last charm, Heisenberg realized, his brow furrowing. They'll strike then before we can get back inside the fenceline. 

"I need you to be ready to run once you tack down that last talisman." He muttered out the side of his mouth, relieved when you nodded. "Don't worry about me."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

His laugh was coarse and joyless. He had been a naive idiot to think he even had a chance at any sort of quiet life, but he was more irritated with himself over being so affected by the disappointment. Now was not the time to wish to turn back the clock.

You broke away from him by running ahead, your attention clearly fixed on the section of fencing that lacked an oh-so-familiar charm. Karl watched you slide the talisman off your wrist, and at the same time he could see the pack of lycans appear to muster themselves for a full-scale assault. 

Heisenberg's eyes narrowed and the man bolted forward, sending the maul ahead of him as he went. "It needs to go on the outside of the fence! I'll cover you!" 

…

You yanked open the gate with single-minded intent, only to see the maul go sailing into the teeming swarm of bodies in front of you, Karl close behind announcing that he would 'cover you'. As you turned to watch him go, a massive lycan broke away from the edge of the pack and headed straight for you, fingers clawing at the dirt for traction.

You fumbled to attach the charm, hanging it on the rusted nail still in the fence post and then smashing the top of the nail with the butt of your knife to fold it over onto itself. Mission accomplished, you rushed to get back inside the safety of the fenceline, but it was too late. A paw-like hand caught your ankle, tripping you up and causing you to strike your head hard on the gate.

The world swam in front of your eyes, a combination of reflex tears and being dragged along the ground by your leg at a dizzying pace. You began to struggle, kicking desperately at the face of the creature in an effort to free yourself from its clutches. The lycan dropped your leg, choosing instead to bat aside the kicks you aimed at it and lunge for your face with a garbled howl.

You didn't even have the time to think and so you slammed your eyes shut, bracing the knife you still held against your body in an effort to at least wound the lycan. 

But it didn't come. The weight of the beast on your chest just…vanished, its roar choking off abruptly.

When you dared to open your eyes again, you were greeted by the sight of Karl holding up the lycan by its throat, the man clearly crushing its windpipe. Judging by the way it was thrashing, it didn't have much longer. Heisenberg didn't say a single word, the man simply grunting with effort as he gave the beast a final shake to cleanly snap its neck. He then threw the body down, broadening his stance and squaring his shoulders with a furious grin on his face.

"Fuck off!" He roared at the remaining pack, now significantly thinned and yelping. "You stay the hell away from here, or I'll wipe out every last one of you!" The maul flew through the air and he caught it, swinging it one-handed. It was dripping with some kind of black fluid. "You won't cross that fenceline!"

After a few moments of what seemed to be a snarling back-and-forth with Heisenberg and one another, the surviving creatures sulkily limped back into the woods in defeat. They left nothing behind but crystallized remains of their kin and, as rain slowly started to fall, even those began to dissolve into the soil. 

Karl closed the gate, the man slowly latching it with the worn wire twisted around the post.

You were still on the ground, the knife pressed to your chest as you shivered and tried to catch your breath. You couldn't recall another day in your life that you had been so certain about your own death. Somehow all you'd ended up with was a few scrapes on your shin and a tender spot on your head from the gate.

Heisenberg swayed, propping himself up on the fence with one elbow. The maul dropped from his grasp as he panted for air, the man's scarred complexion gone so pale it was nearly green. He tried to say something, but ended up dry heaving instead. After taking a few staggering steps back from the fence, he unceremoniously collapsed onto his side.

You only hesitated momentarily before you scrambled forward, your caution thrown to the wind. It was as if watching him fight had somehow removed whatever threat you had felt before, the notion wholly gone from your mind. It was oxymoronic, but firmly embedded that the two of you were on the same side. He saved you.

The man gazed dully upwards at you or someplace past your shoulder, his breathing coming in sharp, hitchy bursts. "Hurt-" he managed to wheeze, shaking the glove off of his hand to display blackened flesh radiating from a tearing bite wound on the palm. He then gave a thumbs up with the mangled appendage, choking out, "--be okay." 

You noticed blood darkening a section of his trousers by his hip and you jerked his tattered coat back, revealing several more wounds. At least two of the lycans had ripped into the back of his thigh, like they were trying to hamstring him. The purpling, bruised bites ran down his leg and there was even a large chunk missing from the top of his boot. You hissed in dismay at the whole scene, feeling nauseous and terrified.

"We need to get you out of the rain," you said finally, your stomach in knots. Karl waved you off while pffting out a breath but you essentially ignored him, pulling his good hand to haul his arm up over your shoulders. "C'mon, use whatever's left of your legs." 

The man coughed out a laugh at that, then obliged you to the best of his ability. It was a struggle, but the two of you managed to get him upright. All there was left was the slow trek back to the cabin, and Jesus was it slow. Karl could barely put one foot in front of the other, the man dragging his wounded leg and the maul behind him as he leaned on you, nevermind your own legs still shaking from adrenaline.

"Why did you do that?" You asked finally, blinking the rain out of your eyes. 

"Whuh."

"You know what." The only reply you got was silence, followed by a clumsy little pat on the cheek. You supposed you would have to ask later.

…

The fresh talismans gave Karl the sensation of being in the eye of a storm. A maelstrom of energy swirled around the fenceline in a disorienting spiral, but it couldn't touch him in here. The drunken stumbling was more due to the injuries he had sustained, his steps unsteady and head hanging. This weakness was incredible, it was so similar to how he had been right after he had lost to Ethan. Laying there in the dirt with the rain pouring down on him, uncertain of what had just happened, where he was, every shattered breath in his body seeming like it could be his last.

"Come, my Lord. You seem to have fallen ill." 

You had said that the Duke was the one who brought him to you for aid. He barely remembered bits and pieces of the ride, only roused to consciousness from pain when he was jostled. 

His forehead knocked into yours and he slurred out an apology, realizing you needed him to walk up the porch steps. And walk up them he did, his leg already feeling a little less terrible. Parasite perks, the alliteration tickling him far more than it ought to have. He actually managed to hobble through the doorway unassisted, performing an odd skipping hop to do so and dropping the maul beside the doorframe. 

Once inside you collapsed on the couch, your whole body trembling. "Thought I was gonna' die." You finally said. Heisenberg continued to hover awkwardly on one leg, shoring himself up by placing a hand onto one of the ceiling crossbeams as you seemed to gather your thoughts. "I mean I thought that was it, game over. Holy shit, that was terrifying." You looked up at him, radiating incredulity as you asked, "how the hell did you just handle them?"

Karl shrugged, a bad habit he felt he could attribute to you. "It's all I've known for most of my life." It was a garbage explanation for all its truth and he knew that, but you weren't exactly in a fantastic headspace at the moment. Neither was he for that matter, he was still weak and a little queasy. Better to let sleeping dogs lie, let you calm down and regain some peace of mind. Lycans were normal to him, sure, but you'd only seen them in half light and hadn't even seemed to believe they actually existed until today. 

You put your face in your hands, exhaling deeply. You then moved to rise but Karl halted you with a hand on your shoulder, and he was silently dismayed at the fact that he could still feel you shaking.

"Stay put." He tried to gentle his tone, make it a little less gruff. "That was a lot. Just rest. You want some water?"

You hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah." You caught his hand before he could turn away, seeming confused. "How are you even walking? Your leg was-" "Something in me is real invested in keeping my body in one piece." Karl patted your hand, attempting to smile and failing miserably. "Lemme' get you that drink."

Part Four

[sylvienerevarine]

hi I wrote another Oblivion short story about Sacha and the Adoring Fan (or Ben, as he's known in the Sylvieverse). you know that thing where your surrogate mom becomes a terrifying demigod. very relatable.

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Benirus Manor was short on insects in the winter months, and so Benethir was understandably surprised when the first violently-purple butterflies swooped through the sitting room. Surprise gave way to bone-deep fear when the insects multiplied, seemingly out of nowhere, until they formed a vast, swirling cloud that produced screeching not-quite-music. Out of this cloud stepped a tall figure in a purple waistcoat.

Benethir knew about Sheogorath, of course. His parents had taught him a few useful things before they’d died. What he didn’t understand was why Sheogorath now had the blue-gray skin, sharp nose, and wavy dark hair of his erstwhile employer and guardian, Sacha Llervu.

“What’s that look for?” the god of madness demanded, eyeing Ben’s dropped jaw and wide eyes. “Oh, right, the butterflies. Bit of a different mode of transport for me, but it’s good fun. Now, come on, don’t tell me you don’t recognize me when I’m dressed well for once.”

The notion that Miss Llervu somehow was Sheogorath was impossible to consider, so Ben didn’t consider it. “You’re lying. You stole Miss Llervu’s face, somehow, and you’re trying to make me lose my mind. It won’t work.” Unless it already has. 

“I get it, you’re confused. Trust me, so was I. But I’m not trying to trick you, Ben–I wouldn’t do that. It’s me. Good old Sacha, in the flesh.” She looked at one slim gray hand and grimaced. “Kind of.”

Ben folded his arms stubbornly. “Fine, then. Tell me something only Miss Llervu would know.” It was a stupid question–Sheogorath could undoubtedly look into his mind and dig out a memory–but he couldn’t think of a better test.

To his surprise, Sacha’s face softened. “You used to draw pictures for Agronak, before he died,” she said quietly. “They weren’t masterpieces, but he loved them. Used to hang ‘em up around the Bloodworks, and Owyn was always peeved about it, but didn’t feel like he could argue with the Grand Champion. Good times.”

Tears rushed into Ben’s eyes before he could stop them. “It’s you,” he choked out. “I believe you, but…why are you like this? Why are you a… a…”

“Daedra? That’s a long story,” said Sacha. “Here’s the gist: I did a favor for the old Sheogorath, and he decided to retire to the realm of Order and passed the job to me. I won’t say it was an easy adjustment, but here we are.”

“So that’s what you’ve been doing, this entire time? I don’t understand, Miss Llervu.” Ben scrubbed furiously at his damp eyes. “You were a famous knight, a hero, and then you just disappeared. There were all sorts of horrible rumors–people said you’d become a thief, a murderer. Even that you had joined the Dark Brotherhood. Then nothing. People thought you’d died. I just…I don’t understand why you didn’t come back.”

“I didn’t come back because I couldn’t, lad,” Sacha said quietly. “Those rumors you heard…most of them were true. I thought if I did the Nine a favor, they’d bring Marty back, but they didn’t. So I went down a dark path. You wouldn’t have wanted to be around me.”

I always want to be around you, he thought. You’re the only family I have. He didn’t say it aloud–some things you just couldn’t say to Sheogorath.

“But listen, Benny boy, I didn’t just come here to apologize,” said Sacha. “I came to offer you a job.”

Ben frowned. “Didn’t you already give me a job?”

“A better job, ya dumpling. Actually, less of a job, more of a title. How would you feel about being a duke?”

“A…” He couldn’t even finish the sentence, the notion was so absurd. “Of what?”

“Of Mania, naturally. Prettiest part of the Isles, if you like excessive sunshine and rude women. Our old Duke–he was another Bosmer, incidentally–defected when the Greymarch got a little too interesting for his taste, and long story short, he’s dead now. So I thought to myself, who better to take over than my loyal ward Ben?”

“You’re joking.” Ben searched her face, frowning. “Aren’t you?”

“Serious as the grave, duckie. ‘Course, you’d have to move to the Isles, but it comes with a flash new mansion and a good chef and a whole host of interesting neighbors.” Her smile faded slightly. “It’ll be hard to come back here often, you understand, but I’ll try my best to make it happen. You could live a good long life in the Isles, and as for me–well, I’ve got used to having you around, it seems. You’re a good lad.”

Ben hesitated, thinking. The notion that he of all people should become a Duke of Oblivion was…well, it was madness. 

Then again, what did he have in Cyrodiil? A big empty house. Few friends, no family. Living vicariously through brave gladiators going to their deaths in the Arena. He would never be offered an opportunity like this again, least of all from the only adult who gave a damn about him.

“Well, Miss Llervu, if you’re offering me a job, I guess I’d better accept,” he said. It was difficult not to squeal, but he managed it. “Shall I get packing?”

“Not much need, unless you’ve got a few sentimental things to take. We’ve got Oblivion’s finest tailors in New Sheoth, and a good smith besides.” She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “By the way, with all this going on, I reckon you’d better stop calling me Miss Llervu.”

Of course, she wasn’t Miss Llervu anymore, not really. She was so much more now. Ben allowed himself to mourn for a moment before speaking. “Very well, ma’am. What should I call you?”

“Dunno,” said Sacha vaguely. “How about Mum?”

[aladaylessecondblog]

I like to imagine the Hero of Kvatch made the Adoring Fan his/her new Duke of Mania when they mantled Sheogorath

"I may not remember who I am. I may not remember much of anything. I will need your endless wellspring of positivity. Can I count on you?"

Basically the vibe would be like this:

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Oblivion Sexyman Poll 🔥❤️‍🔥

We are in: It's over. Go back to your own abyss, bloody redditors

Round 1 🔥😎

Captain Burd Volanaro vs Volanaro

Lucien Lachance vs J'skar

Jauffre vs Blademaster Owyn

Relmyna Verenim vs Guilbert Jemane

The Gray Fox vs Rasheda

Methredhel vs Martin Septim 

Azzan vs Antoinetta Marie

Sinderion vs Mannimarco 

Jyggalag vs Telaendril

Ocheeva vs Dumag gro-Bonk

S'Krivva vs M'aiq the Liar

Hieronymus Lex vs Millona Umbranox, Countess Anvil

Mirel the Golden Saint from Cylarne vs Peryite

S'jirra vs Syl, Duchess of Dementia

Farwil Indarys vs Shady Sam

Dar-Ma vs Haskill

Cutter vs Druja

Mehrunes Dagon – because y’all will give me Hell otherwise. Weirdos vs Raminus Polus

Bogak gro-Bol vs Gogron gro-Bolmog

Earana vs Boethiah

Glarthir vs Jensine

Gwinas vs The Adoring Fan

Hannibal Traven vs Runs-in-Circles

Luciana Galena vs Amusei

Agronak gro-Malog, the Gray Prince vs Anaxes the Xivilai from Paradise

Sheogorath vs Teekeeus

Vicente Valtieri vs Falanu Hlaalu

Umbra vs Janus Hassildor

Mazoga the Orc vs Thadon, Duke of Mania

Modryn Oreyn vs Ocato

Dyus of Mytheria vs Baurus

Valen Dreth vs Uriel Septim VII

Round 2 ❄️🤍

Glarthir vs Vicente Valtieri

Volanaro vs Cutter

The Gray Fox vs Janus Hassildor, Count Skingrad

Mannimarco vs Modryn Oreyn

Amusei vs Shady Sam

Syl, Duchess of Dementia vs Millona Umbranoc, Countess Anvil

Jyggalag vs Valen Dreth

Blademaster Owyn vs Sheogorath

Gogron gro-Bolmog vs M’aiq the Liar

Peryite vs Antoinetta Marie

Mazoga the Orc vs Ocheeva

Runes-In-Circles vs Martin Septim

Anaxes the Xivilai from Paradise vs The Adoring Fan

Boethiah vs Baurus

Mehrunes Dagon vs Lucien Lachance

Haskill vs Relmyna Verenim

Round 3 🩷😘

Lucien Lachance vs M'aiq the Liar

Syl, Duchess of Dementia vs Baurus

Haskill vs Ocheeva

Modryn Oreyn vs Jyggalag

Antoinetta Marie vs Vicente Valtieri

Amusei vs Sheogorath

Janus Hassildor, Count Skingrad vs Anaxes the Xivilai from Paradise

Martin Septim vs Cutter

Round 4 🌼✨

Martin Septim vs Jyggalag

Lucien Lachance vs Vicente Valtieri

Sheogorath vs Haskill

Janus Hassildor, Count Skingrad vs Baurus

Round 5 — The Semi-Finals! ❤️‍🩹🥀

Lucien Lachance vs Sheogorath

Martin Septim vs Baurus

Round 6 — Championship! ❤️‍🔥👑

Martin Septim vs Sheogorath