#fuck molag man

[whitegoldtower]

Some Gwalchmai Lore:

He was never turned into a vampire with Sanguinare Vampiris, nor is he a spawn of Molag Bal, nor did he make a pact with the aforementioned daedra.

His vampirism comes from Lamae’s bloodline, and he contracted Noxiphilic Sanguivoria instead, from Lamae herself, after he was banished to Coldharbour, and the Blood-Matron became inspired by his vengefulness.

Because guess who fucking sent him to Coldharbour? Mannimarco. Mannimarco’s worm cult sacrificed him to Molag Bal. He was one of many Vestiges. Gwalchmai HATES necromancers. Best believe he doesn’t hold back one bit in Wolfskull Cave, and comes out of it like “UHHN THAT HIT THE SPOT”.

Gwalchmai would not have escaped Coldharbour, were it not for the Blood-Matron’s favour, so he is very rightfully devout in his worship of her.

As a result, he is not damaged by sunlight, and merely becomes much stronger at night (so bringing him anywhere after sunset gives him a significant bonus in his attacks), and he is no weaker than a normal NPC in the day (you will actually be able to ask him about how he feels about sunlight). He also does not worship Molag Bal and actually actively encourages the player to profane him, or - if the player is adamant on following daedra - to use Boethiah against him, for he has inherited the same hatred Lamae had for Molag Bal. He also has a hatred for Arkay, for his betrayal of Lamae when he abandoned her (so praying at a shrine of Arkay can earn you a snarky comment / disgusted sigh from Gwalchmai).

If the player bows to Molag (or calls him ‘Lord’) in the House of Horror’s quest, Gwalchmai will have some rather stern words for YC (kids these days! I’ve actually been to coldharbour you little shit, I was trapped there!! 👹), however if YC decides to accept Harkon’s gift, Gwalchmai accepts your decision, though not without a level of sadness; he despises the notion that you will become spawn of Molag, but he respects that it is a sensible and powerful decision to make, as it makes taking Harkon down from the inside much easier and means that you will not have to harm anybody else in the Volkihar court (he’s got a fat crush on Vingalmo, remember, and is rather fond of Feran Sadri / Garan Marethi).

If you contract Sanguinare Vampiris, he will offer YC potions of cure disease, and if you really want to become a vampire (though not by Harkon), he will begrudgingly turn you himself, giving you Noxiphilic Sanguivoria instead, and as a result, you will get all the perks of being a vampire, just without the massive drain on your stats during the day. And your stats will temporarily go up at night (If I can figure out how to do that).

He is thus not a Vampire Lord, but a Scion. He and Serana have very unique experiences of vampirism, in that Gwalchmai’s vampirism was a saving grace, and Serana’s was a traumatic expectation. Hence why Serana doesn’t particularly like the idea of you becoming a Volkihar vampire, and would rather that you get sired by Gwalchmai instead.

(They’re gonna have a convo and I’m going to figure out the mechanics of making Gwalchmai and Serana hug each other)

Also is Gwalchmai a former Psijiic? Maybe???? Would explain his proficiency in magic and speech… and why he feels most comfortable advising / teaching someone else, whether it be the Jarl or YC 👀

And I’ve already established that he was around during 2E (and slept through most of the Great Anguish / Oblivion Crisis) so ya boi is old af

[venvellan]

i remembered that the whole plot around skyrim vampires was that they were trying to Kill the Sun Forever and i cannot stop thinking about it. the fact that this effort was masterminded by harkon, who was already the most powerful type of vampire you could be and by proxy the LEAST threatened by the sun. and how fucking buck wild it is that he thought it was a good idea?? and then i thought about it vs bg3 cazador and i know this is incredibly niche i just NEED to talk about it

Sun Gone Forever is both so much ballsier and infinitely more stupid than cazador, and there's not one single positive thing to say about that man. if cazador was a harkon-level skyrim vampire he'd more or less have everything he could want, bar like, killing and taking molag bal's place, if that's possible. he wouldn't think to Destroy The SUN because worst case some vampires start acting up and he just chucks them out a window. he doesn't take sun damage at all. they could, if they're stuck out there and don't feed, but he's not in any personal danger. if only cazador knew that he could just become a skyrim vampire to chill on his porch.

trying to PERMA-KILL the SUN is just so abhorrently brainless. harkon look at me. all life depends on the sun. you will run out of blood bags near immediately. you are functionally immortal and you've had so much time to come up with a less dumbass plan, but i'd bet real tamriel money that your research consists of stick figure doodles in your diary.

at this point in this text post i've started digging into elder scrolls lore about the three(3!?) different strains of vampirism and i wasn't trying to get this deep into it, but what i've learned says that harkon would definitely already be at the top of the vampyramid. he can't turn the entire world into vampires because there'd be nothing left to feed on, he can't KILL THE SUN BECAUSE. i don't need to say it again. of course i know he fails miserably even if you side with him. the sun was never in danger. but he WANTED it gone forever and he spent most of that questline patting himself on the back for being so so cool and smart.

skyrim vampires are fucking spoiled is what i'm saying. and harkon is the stupidest motherfucker northside of skyrim. oaughh the sun is bright and annoying hiss hiss. i myself have thought the same and i'm not a vampire, you ungrateful slut. and for cazador to be out-done by a man THIS stupid. harkon has everything you want and he's the sorriest excuse of a vampire villain ever. embarrassing. i hope they're both suffering immeasurably in vampire turbo superhell

[spooky-donut-ghost-house]

I feel like some people sleep on how evil Sanguine could be

Explanation under cut

TW for mentions of alcoholism, addiction, child abuse and domestic abuse

Most people depict him as prankster, a party animal, a guy who just likes to have fun and while that's fine and in some ways true this is not entirely who Sanguine is

He is the reason addiction is running rampant and so many lives are being destroyed because of addiction

Every spouse and child who lives in fear because they don't know if their spouse and parent are gonna come home as an angry drunk again

Every abusive alcoholic exists because of Sanguine and if he truly wanted to he could fuck over the entire world by having the main hero get wasted which he almost did in A Night To Remember which he did simply because he wanted to have a night of merriment for his own amusement

Sanguine is partially the reason people like Rolff Stone-Fist and Vulwulf Snow-Shod

I feel like people downplay Sanguine the same way they downplay Sheogorath

Just because they are the more "fun" Princes when they're so much more wicked

Sheogorath has done many terrible things to mortals and his fellow Princes out of shere boredom and Bethesda themselves assist in this downplay of Sheogorath because "old cheese man funny"

I feel like lot of the Princes in general get downplayed a lot (minus Molag) as a lot of people portray Vile as this mischievous little boy who is also a dog lover when the canon Vile is more based on the folklore version of Satan and he loathes Barbas because Barbas is his moral compass and he hates morals

Idk I just kinda wish The Daedric Princes were portrayed more evily as like the only non evil Prince is Azura

[annetiltheend]

Non-Spoiler TLDR: I think Vigilant is a great mod, one of the best quest mods I’ve tried to date. It has a shit ton of new content, good execution and great atmosphere but it definitely isn’t for everyone, like I wanted to quit several times. The Gore + Vigilant patch was my saving grace and I loved his integration into the quests. For me, he added so much more to the mod and made it feel more personal that I ended up being more invested in Gore than in Vigilant itself. Would def recommend doing a Vigilant playthrough with him!

A Long Rant of how i became a tad bit too invested in a follower mod (SPOILERS AHEAD):

Vigilant is an amazing mod—the size alone is impressive, the shit ton of quests, new maps, content, and even the design of how it’s meant to unsettle the players at some parts is so freaking good, but I don’t think Vigilant by itself is for me and I def would have just dropped the thing by act 2 if it wasn’t for Gore.

I’m kind of a coward, I hate anything horror related or any unsettling shit. I didn’t like act 2’s dungeon crawl because the way the area and the enemies became more and more freaky felt like a descent into madness. Or hell. Gore was a comforting presence through it all and I loved his integration in the final fight and scenes of act 2. And man, if I thought act 2 was bad. Act 3 was a fucking nightmare for me lol. The only thing that pushed me to go through act 3 was the fact that I had to go find Gore.

Then we have act 4, finally reunited. Hell yeah right? Hell nah. Like you have this guy and he was with me on the journey to defeat Alduin the World fucking Eater. He was with me when I accepted the offer to be a Vigilant of Stendar. He was there when we first entered Molag Bal’s altar under the Stendar Beacon, who pretty much begged me to not make him go and I convinced him to come with me still. He fought ugly ass vampires with me under Windhelm. And then he fucking disappeared when we went in a haunted mansion and I pushed myself through dark rusty hallways and bloody headless figures because “shit I need to go find Gore, I need to find my friend”.

And now, fucking finally he’s here… but he’s not ALL there. He doesn’t know where he is. He’s not remembering things clearly. He pleads with me and asks that I don’t leave him alone. and jesus. fucking. christ. It felt like I was losing him in this wasteland and I can’t help but feel that it’s all my fault. I dragged him into this, I did this and I sure as hell ain’t losing him. The entire quest of act 4 kind of just turned into this giant side quest where the main quest is to find Gore’s memories lol. I had this passing thought when Gore degraded mentally and physically for the first time, like “man what if i don’t find his memories fast enough and he just… completely degrades, like mentally gone, physically crumbles to dust and Gore just ceases to exist” and that just, terrified the shit outta me. God this whole experience really had me care for and emotionally invest in a fucking skyrim follower mod.

Getting his final memory and the reunion made me so happy. I love that after finishing Vigilant you get to have a conversation with him afterwards. Big thank you to Gore’s creator, this is some really good shit.

[drowsy-fantasy]

Vannimarco MPREG

Crack fic...with heart because @mannimarcoiscool and @caliblorn won't stop

no porn. it's just silly.

“How do you know I’m even the father?” Vanus rested his chin on his folded hands, staring across the low table at Mannimarco, who was resting a hand on his stomach. It protruded through his robes. Or rather, it would have, if he had not clearly gone to a tailor - or somehow gotten someone to do it in his own secretive chambers. Hells, he was only here now because Mannimarco allowed it. He frowned. He did not want to be here. 

“Vanus Galerion, of course you are.” Mannimarco sipped from a glass that Vanus hoped was not wine. Why did that thought cross his mind? He didn’t care a whit for his one-time friend. Or…he was not really pregnant, was he? “Do you think it would be anyone else?” 

“Well, Molag Bal for one-” 

“That would rip me in half.” Mannimarco snapped, putting the empty glass down. He shivered, then stood up and walked across the room to close the window. Vanus leaned in and sniffed the glass surreptitiously. No alcohol. Very well. “Besides. I wouldn’t be let free to roam around if I were bearing the child of a Daedric Prince. I’m sure I’d be in a cage somewhere until it was ready to come out.” 

“Speaking of which.” Vanus coughed delicately, leaning back as Mannimarco returned to the table and sat in his chair. 

“Unfortunately, it can’t come out the same way it got in,” Mannimarco grinned at Vanus, who, despite himself, had to break eye contact as he felt his face heat up. Alright, he was definitely the father, then. “I was able to secret away some skilled healers who took reasonable bribes. I might even not make them my undead servants after.” 

Vanus’ stomach roiled. “Fucking disgusting. Why am I even here. Why should I even care about you, or this?” He pushed himself up from the table, chair rattling and almost tipping backwards. 

Mannimarco tilted his head back, regarding Vanus as he stood. “You don’t want to raise your daughter?” 

“You can’t know it’s a girl.” 

“It’s a girl because I said so.” Mannimarco rose to his feet, wincing and putting his hand on his lower back. “You’ll see. I’ll bring you back when I need you.” 

Grimacing, Vanus grabbed his cloak and marched out of the room.  -----------------------------

He could see the moon through the open curtains. The air was warmer now, as the season had progressed, and the window had remained in its unlocked state all evening. Vanus glanced at the man in the bed; Mannimarco slept disturbingly peacefully for a man who had accomplished so much heinous evil in the world. The healers had dispersed and they were alone together. He looked so vulnerable like this. If he so desired it, Vanus surely could kill him like this. He should - 

The small weight in his arms stopped him before he could rise to his feet. The swaddled infant, bathed and fed, rested in his lap. She was quiet now, her big, turquoise eyes blinking up at him in an unfocused, strange sort-of way. He wracked his brains; had he held a child so small before? Surely not. She was hours old, the back of her head fitting neatly in the palm of his hand. Her tiny hand was curled around his index finger, holding on for dear life. Babies could be so manipulative in their adorable little reflexes. 

Vanus sighed and settled again on the divan, getting comfortable once more and preparing for a long night. The breeze lifted his hair, stirring what little there was on his charge as well. He looked down once more at her tiny face. Her little nose, her rounded high cheeks, her enormous eyes. 

“Alright. If you’re going to stay awake, so will I.” He vowed. Then, he smiled. “Let me tell you a story, little one.”

[aladaylessecondblog]

Red Mountain Waffle House, pt. 9

"My lord, a message from Azura."

Archcanon Saryoni looked...strange. Either he was trying not to be sick or he was trying not to laugh.

"Well? What is this message?" Vivec slipped into the godliest voice possible and looked down at his devoted priest.

"Ah...it includes an expletive, so I wrote it down. I should prefer not to speak such profane words in...Your presence, Lord Vivec."

Vivec gestured, took the offered paper, and looked with what he hoped was detached serenity. "You may go. I am not in the least angered at you, for if the messenger is blighted for giving bad news, however can it be turned to our advantage?"

Saryoni left, and Vivec finally unrolled the message, which was both very short and very simple.

To the apostate murderer Vivec

Fuck. You.

He burned it, and watched the ashes drift off. The daedric princes didn't usually bother with things like this. He still got the odd stalkerish message from Molag Bal, but this sort of thing?

What in oblivion did it mean?

He opened Morrowtwitter, intending to do his usual morning scrolling, and nearly broke his phone.

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*The Night Before*

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"This was a terrible idea." Sadara grumbled, and pushed closer to Jiub to stay under the umbrella. "You have all this weed and you can't get a bigger umbrella?"

"Why don't YOU get a bigger umbrella, huh? Cozy up to His Cultiness and see if you can't get us a little more gold, huh? Feel like we could use him as a friend considering Almalexia's body wasn't where I left it. First time a body I tossed just up and vanished."

"Because if I wanted to go into prostitution I'd move to Suran where that shit's legal." And she REALLY didn't want to think about Almalexia right now.

"It's not like you can catch anything off him."

"No diseases, anyway, but probably a hell of a lot of clinging."

You need to relax, Nerevar's voice wafted through her mind, Have a little fun, you know. You can't do much well if you keep being stressed about petty things.

Nearly dying because of your boyfriend isn't petty. The man has no hobbies except spreading plagues and trying to recruit people to worship him.

If you spent even ONE night with him--

I'm not fucking him, Nerevar! How about this, I'll fuck SOMEBODY at the party. Would that make you happy? But you've got to agree to be quiet while I'm here. If people think I'm talking to a voice in my head I'm not getting laid this night...or any other night.

Thankfully, Nerevar agreed.

She wanted a romp anyway. A one night stand. Something that would leave her with a headache, an ache between the legs, and a ripped pair of panties stuffed into her pocket to show for the whole thing. A story to tell for a while about the dangers of being too drunk. There was something exciting about the whole idea--

"What'd ya bring?"

A guy out in front of Greg's house, standing under the porch awning, flicked a cigarette and gestured vaguely.

"Weed," Jiub said, waggling the bag in his other hand, "Let us in."

Inside they found Greg, already well-watered and swaying only slightly. "Hey, hey, you made it! Jiub, great to see you...and uh...Sad...Sada..."

"Sadara."

"Yeah, that. There's a bunch of food in the kitchen, we've got some ashlanders in here that brought a whole roasted kagouti, so if you like kagouti steak or a burger or something you might want to get on that pronto. Ah, we got karaoke, but Jolene's here so you'll have to wrestle him off it if you want a shot."

"Jolene?"

"Big motherfucker. We don't know his name but he shows up now'n then, brings an armful of booze...and only ever sings that 'Jolene' song, so we started calling him that. Kind of a weepy drunk."

Sadara went on ahead, got a kagouti steak, some sujamma, and some ash yam fries which all vanished in a hurry. She grabbed a bottle of flin from a 6 pack somebody opened, poured it into a cup and set off, looking...

...alright, who might I regret the least when I wake up tomorrow morning?

What looked like a gulakhan made a pass at her, but the poor thing was so wobbly she couldn't do anything but decline. She gave him a smile and guided him over to an empty couch. "Have some water, you don't look so good."

He stammered out a thank you and then she turned away.

There's too many people here, Nerevar said in her head, Reminds me of old council soirees.

Yeah, this is how we party now.

She walked looking for anyone she knew, and chatted with one or two of the Waffle House regulars.

"Stupid landlord raised our rent again. We're already renting four to the apartment and we're talking to a fifth guy who's an ash ghoul."

"Thought people didn't want them in around here. Not that I mind, they've always been polite to me."

The Dunmer shrugged. "He can pay a share of rent and only eats corprusmeat. You'd think they'd be messy as all oblivion but they're actually pretty tidy. Like to keep things 'in order.' He actually came in and did our dishes without being asked."

"That checks out," she laughed. "Careful of the ordinators though, no matter how polite they are, they don't care for the ash folk."

"Oh yeah, we already got that down. Cult or not we agree all ordinators are bastards."

There was a laugh, and then the guy saw some friend or the other and headed off to speak to him.

Sadara moved through the crowd, only half-paying attention to the sea of faces around her. Her cup was half-empty and she was strongly considering going to find Jiub and ask what he did with the weed when some imperial woman appeared at her elbow.

"Hey, can you help me out?"

"With what?"

"I want to do a song and Jolene's five times in and showing no signs of stopping."

She'd ask why her, but figured it was because she didn't look too drunk...or maybe that she looked like an easy mark, who knew. She agreed and followed the woman into an upstairs room where she was then unfortunate to get within earshot of this Jolene.

"--flaming locks of auburn hair, with ivory skin and eyes of emerald green--"

Half the room was ignoring him, and half were complaining, but Jolene didn't seem to notice any of it, so consumed with the song as he was. Sadara moved closer, and got a better look at him.

He looked like someone's long-haired dad with delusions of being a rally strider racer, right down to the bandana covering his forehead and tied off in the back. Black leather jacket, jeans, shades, the whole nine yards, as the saying went. The cherry on top, though, was the braided goatee.

Why me? she thought.

Nerevar stirred in the back of her mind, but didn't say a word.

"--and I cannot compete with you...Jolene."

The man was really putting his all into it; Sadara felt bad for walking up to him. He was a little drunk, she guessed, because he didn't notice her until she spoke to him.

"Come on, time to sit down. Let somebody else have a turn."

"Why?" He sounded half-about to cry. "What's the point?"

One of THOSE drunks, she thought ruefully. Well, there wasn't much going on...she wasn't having a lot of luck finding a guy for the night. Maybe if this guy were less focused on whoever he lost he'd do.

"Come on." She grabbed his arm and tugged gently. "You don't look so good, you need to sit down."

Sniffling. Half a sob. Then he looked up at her, and his weepy expression changed in an instant.

"Sure. Sure, why not.."

Jolene let her lead him off to a couch in a back hallway that only seemed to be frequently by people heading to the bathroom at the back. She fetched a bottle of flin and came back to him with two cups, then poured him out a bit. It was only being this close now that she noticed his ring--black and with a boxy setting and a little spike at the top.

"A drink'll serve you better than weeping over it. Or at least it'll put you out of your misery for a few hours."

"Nothing ever helps. I don't get hungover and I don't stop thinking about--about--" Jolene sputtered slightly.

"Well, there's got to be something that'll work," she patted his shoulder. "Get your mind off it. It's not the same thing, but I'm broke as hell and I have a bunch of ways to keep my mind off how much it sucks."

"Such as?"

"Finding literally anything to do that's free. I learned how to make tea from trama root, that's everywhere. The Waffle House I work at's got a nice jukebox...the manager's been teaching me to patch things up better than I was doing. That...none of that will probably help you, though, you look like you've got enough money you don't...don't, uh..." Sadara waved a hand absently. "Cliffracer hunting is fun if you need to burn off some steam. It'll make you some money but you'll probably get a bunch of new scars out of it."

She rolled up one sleeve and gestured to some of the healed-over scars.

"It looks--terrible," Jolene said, his voice halting. "And you did this for drinking money?"

"Oh no, I did it for a living before I got the job at the Waffle House," Sadara shrugged. "When you don't have much you have to take what you can get...and cliffracer plumes sell for well enough to be worth the trip. They're edible, too, so it's easy food...less gold to spend on food and more to spend on healing potions and armor repair. I kept meaning to buy a lute, but..."

"What stopped you?"

"These." she gestured. "Jiub got me the job, and it's not great...pipes get clogged, landlord keeps raising the rent, and we eat sleep for dinner two nights a week, but it's not bad."

"How is that not BAD?" he burst out. "You could do MUCH better. I'm sure you have more opportunities."

"Without qualifications, and not wanting to kowtow to crazy Telvanni...I'm not sure I'd suit for the Redoran, and as for Hlaalu...well I guess I am one, but..."

She shrugged. The flin was making her chatty, she knew she was saying too much, but she couldn't help herself. Jolene was such an easy listener and seemed to be hanging onto her every word.

"But what?"

"But I prefer not to tell people, because then they ask where I'm from, and then I tell them, and I have to hear, 'oh, I know you. Your cousin is the corpsefucker, right?" Sadara shrugged. "So I just tell everyone I don't belong to a Great House. It's easier. People expect less from you anyway. If I said I was house Hlaalu they'd probably think I was an idiot for not...you know..."

"Kissing Imperial ass, it's what they're known for," Jolene said. He finished the rest of his flin in one gulp, then took the bottle and took a long guzzle from it. He handed it back to her, and grumbled slightly. "That's swill, do they not have anything better?"

"It's a party, not a soiree," Sadara shrugged. "It'll get you drunk. Who cares about the quality?"

"I do. I have this thing called standards--"

"You're in the Red Mountain neighborhood, there's no such thing. There's probably a guy in every apartment building making prison wine out of whatever he can get his hands on. And why show up if you're going to insult what they've got on offer?"

"Like I have anything else to do." Jolene sat back, and looked up at the ceiling. "All this time, all these people..."

He started mumbling under his breath and she only caught bits of what he said.

"...have to show for...the point?...know what I'm doing..."

He straightened up once Sadara had finished her own cup and was pouring out another.

Nerevar? she thought.

Yes? The voice in her mind was unusually muted.

Will this guy do?

YES. The enthusiasm was clear, and in an odd way it was contagious.

"You don't seem like you're doing good," Sadara said, "So I was wondering...I came here to get a little...well..."

"Get what?" Jolene, for all his woe over his lost love, whoever it was, seemed completely clueless.

"You know. You want me to scream it in front of everyone?" she gave a slight giggle and leaned in as close as she could manage, considering he was taller than her. "Unless you aren't interested."

"Interested in wh--"

Jolene finally seemed to get it, and tensed straight up.

"You don't...know me," he said slowly, and after a moment, leaned down and said in a quieter voice, "Feeling reckless, are we?"

"Maybe." Sadara gave a grin, and met his eyes directly. "I don't really care who you are, I don't care what you've got - I can't catch it anyway."

They were a hair's breadth away from kissing when the shout came that had ruined many a party in the Red Mountain region neighborhood and would likely ruin many more.

"BONEHEADS!"

Chaos erupted in the hallway, and shrieks aplenty were heard in the rooms nearby. Four people stumbled out of the bathroom, one of then a Dunmer trying to zip up his shorts and the three others screeching about leaving half the moon sugar on the bathroom floor.

"Fucking hells--" Sadara swore, and started to get up. "Figures I'm about to get laid and the ordinators show up. I guess I'll see you at the next o--"

But Jolene was up beside her in a flash and said, "How do you feel about Suran?"

"Suran? What's that got to--"

"I can get us there, there's a Telvanni that runs a portal from near here to there for his drug money. You want to go?"

For only a moment did she think.

"Sure. How're you gonna get us out? And I thought you couldn't teleport from inside the Ghostfence?"

Jolene grinned madly. "The Ghostfence can't stop me."

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Between an invisibility spell and the ordinators getting busy arresting a few people who decided that attempting to run off with the ordinator's guar mounts was an excellent life decision, Sadara and Jolene slipped out without being seen--though the rain didn't stop, even for a moment. The Telvanni he mentioned was only a street over, and it wouldn't take long, she was told.

She insisted on not going too far until she got word back from Jiub--who'd been "taking a walk" with a few other guys and so had early warning of the ordinators pulling up.

You good? Jiub texted back as they were entering said Telvanni's house.

Better than good, she wrote back, as Jolene was negotiating. Going to Suran with some big hunk of a man.

I don't want to hear any details. Just be careful, alright?

Alright. I'll be fine.

"Sadara, let's go. Portal's ready."

She put away her phone, and stepped into a glowing circle on the floor. That looked enough like what she remembered from some of the Mages Guilds back in Cyrodiil.

A single blink.

She opened her eyes.

And right before the two of them was a huge sign with big gaudy flashing neon that said, "WELCOME TO FABULOUS SURAN."

"Well," she said suddenly, "What're we gonna do here? You can't go at me on the street, you know."

"There's a lot more to do here than back there behind the Ghostfence," Jolene said, waving one hand briefly. "Musical theater, magic acts, acrobatics...gambling. There's tours, if you wanted--have you ever seen any stage shows?"

"Well--online." Sadara looked around. The crowds around weren't paying a bit of attention to them. People were in House robes, armor, wearing feathered costumes...and the city, however glittery, seemed so--alive. Not like the Imperial capital, but...somehow MORE. "Just being around here's a treat, though, you don't have to--it's not necessary."

She was going to bang him anyway; she didn't want him to feel like he had to wine and dine her.

"It is ENTIRELY necessary," Jolene added in a grandiose tone. "Now tell me, my lady, where shall we go first?"

[actionnerdgamerlove]

The Dragonborn's Haunting - part 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 |

A Skyrim/CoD crossover

Ghost is Forsworn and....just takes a shine to you, the Dragonborn.

Five minutes after passing through the front gate of Markarth a woman was shivved right in front of you, in the market.

And then there was that business with Molag Bal.  The God of Schemes could keep his treasure; far as you’re concerned.  You took one look at that Altar, turned around and walked right out.  ‘Declined Wholeheartedly’ would be a good way of describing that hellscape.  You would never understand people’s fascination with exsanguination and troughs of human offal.  Some of those stains would NEVER come out.

The Ghost wasn’t kidding about not lingering.

Did everyone sleep on stone beds?  How could that possibly be comfortable?

No one smiled here.

You just wanted OUT.

But you promised Brynjolf, and you’d rather die than disappoint that man.

You ended up making your way all over the city for Brynjolf’s request, and there was nothing impressive about cold, dead stone and the sad people who lived here because they wanted to, and the sadder people who lived here because they couldn’t leave.

By the time you passed through the main gate on your way out, you’d felt the life drain out of your body slowly, like larger grains of sand through a sieve.  You made your way to a small overlook with a tree, across from the stables, out of the way of other travelers and just – sat.

“Little rabbit, why are there assassins after you?” The Ghost asked, sounding genuinely curious.  He’d come up from out of nowhere, as was his way.

“I….beg your pardon?” Looking up (up, up, up) at him made you a little dizzy, so you stared out across the horizon instead.

“Assassins.  After such a little rabbit.”

“I didn’t see any-“

“Little rabbit.  Why do you think that is?”  You think he’s smiling when he says that.

“Because you –“

“Aye.”

“But you said you weren’t going into the city,”

“Wasn’t going to.”

You just raised your eyebrows, waiting.

“Wanted to keep my eyes on things out here, just in case,” The Ghost begins, sitting down next to you.

Just in case of what?  You think.

“Then two disturbed individuals swagger through the front gate with a single minded purpose I’ve only seen once before –“ And you can FEEL The Ghost watching you as he said that, “And I gave up on keeping lookout.”

“They weren’t with me,” you say, emphatically.

“I gathered that, Little Rabbit – seeing as they were so intent on turning you into ash.”

“Who were they?”

You can almost hear The Ghost grinding his teeth.  Almost.

“Little too busy to ask for introductions, Little Rabbit.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. “I….appreciate the assist.”

“You never answered my question.”

You turn to him, frustration making you bold. “I think you may have killed any way for me to know!”

“Calm down, Little Rabbit – one of them was carrying this.”

The Ghost hands you a piece of parchment, which simply states “Kill the False Dragonborn before they reach Solstheim.  Return with word of your success, and Miraak shall be most pleased.”

“Who the fuck is Miraak, Little Rabbit?”

How would you know? “That sounds a little Dragon Priest-y, to me,” you say, and you can feel the weight of The Ghost’s glare upon you.

“A little Dragon Priest-y?”

“Look, it’s not like I’m an expert, alright?”

“You’re the FUCKING DRAGONBORN.” The Ghost hissed at you.

“The position didn’t come with written instructions, Ghost!”

“You’ve been to High Hrothgar!”

You turn to glare at him, lips pursed. “I don’t know if you know this, but 99% of the Greybeards aren’t especially chatty.”

You hear Ghost growl, but you don’t think he’s growling at you. “All Dragonborn experience is anecdotal, and right now we’re working with MY anecdotes.”

He harumphed. “You going to investigate?”

“Be a pretty shitty Dragonborn if I didn’t,” you say, making a sour face.

“I’m not coming with you.” He sounds….like he’s pouting.

“Ok…?  I didn’t ask you to.”

You didn’t ask for any of this, whatsoever, but that’s not the first time you’ve had that particular thought.

“FINE.” The Ghost practically spat at you as he stood up.

The fuck was that about?  You think to yourself, for approximately the 1,000th time.

[a-thirst-for-dunmer]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-generic ass edgy backstory

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

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

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

[cldhrbour]

important portrayal notes

below are just some canon divergencies or nuances that i want to make explicitly clear are important to my development of serana. these are all pieces i've built over the years that, if we're writing together, and especially if it's in any high fantasy verse where serana's backstory is a bit more in play, that i'd appreciate you know and accept. hell, these matter more to me over you knowing her general plot to begin with since that's easy for me to summarize to you. there's just stuff in the game i've gotten sick of as far as how it was handled and i want to make sure we're on the same wavelength when it comes to writing and plotting together.

most importantly: your character (mainly if you're an ldb or tav or inquisitor - esque character) does not get to kill harkon. i'm glad we're all finally at a point where we want characters to have agency in their story rather than playing 'side-piece' to main player characters and this is something i've harped on for literal years. this is serana's story, this is her trauma that she has to come to terms with and make the final decision that her father can't live any longer. you don't get to take that away from her. it's a perfect character arc for her to go through and thus, all other characters will play a side-role in the final battle at castle volkihar. you don't have the history with him. you don't have the memories she has and the emotions she's had to go through to get to this point. do you understand how much it takes to get to a place where you know you have to kill your parent and not only just that but actually do it to begin with? it's stupid to think that serana has all this rich backstory with her clan and parents just to have someone she met maybe a couple months ago come in and sweep it all away. give her agency, my fucking god. you got your hero moment defeating alduin, the absolute, corypheus, etc. let serana have hers.

in my canon harkon does kill serana in kind. their final moments together are supposed to represent not only serana finally needing to accept her father's megalomania will never be cured and that he isn't the same man who raised her, but also she needs to see that in his final moment of taking the plunge and killing her. it's one thing to battle with him and try to continue to reason with him, it's another to stand there seeing he actually staked you through the heart at a final grasp of power. this happens within seconds of each other, there's nothing anyone can do about it. granted, it's a cop-out for me that her mother is a notorious necromancer and can bring her daughter back over a couple of days, so her story can and will continue, but for all intents and purposes, these two kill each other.

this blog is castle volkihar favorable. i'm staunchly against the dawnguard, but more importantly against the extermination of serana's entire family leaving her with no one once the dust has settled. it's fine if your character is a part of the dawnguard, but understand that if there's no compromise between the dawnguard and serana to keep the rest of the coven alive if the vampires agree to follow her instead, then you abandon any further 'friendly interaction' with her once the battle at the castle is over. you don't get to have your cake and eat it too because 'vampires = evil' in this godforsaken, lack of nuance game. as long as the coven continues to live, serana will then take over her parent's role and lead the volkihars.

serana will canonically have two sets of scars. and only two, considering her ability to heal. one is a pair of burn marks at her hips from when she became a daughter of coldharbour and was assaulted by molag bal. this is something, in my own canon, every vampire with the title of daughter of coldharbour has. it's a mark the prince of domination wants to have on his property. the second will appear after being resurrected by feran and valerica, a pitted scar at her sternum where harkon attempted to kill her. both of them bleak reminders of her deaths.

as she continues to develop, and metas i have become more solidified, i will be adding to this list and i'll make sure to make a post/update everyone when it's been adjusted to reflect my current canon.

[devout-of-the-elder-scrolls]

Molag Bal in my worship

As a preface for anybody not familiar with my blog - I believe the Daedric Princes are generally either misrepresented or only represented from one side of the debate within TES canon (that they are more than just evil, cruel, dastardly beings that want humanity to suffer). This falls especially true for my worship of Molag Bal. I do not take TES canon lore to be infallible worship canon. This post also comes from my own personal perspective and experience with Him, so… UPG.

This post will probably be one of my most "I do not agree with TES canon". Other than maybe my actual guide to Molag when it finally comes around and my other Molag related posts. If you're looking for a post about worshiping a super close to canon Molag Bal, I'm sorry, but you won't be finding it here.

Very long post below, I rambled a lot.

So, let's get the nitty gritty out of the way. In TES canon, Molag Bal is essentially literally the worst of the worst. You can tell this from the most basic of His titles.

That's not really my Molag Bal. How is that so?

Let's go over my general belief systems.

I believe the TES Gods existed independent of the fiction before being input into the fiction. I've got an older post talking about this in depth, but the main thing to know here is that this is kinda like how people take the Abrahamic God and make Him pure evil in fiction. Why do they do that? Why, it's entertaining as all hell!

Think about it. Isn't it so much more entertaining in fiction to have that pure evil dude? If every god in TES was tame and kind, then the God situation wouldn't be as interesting, at least in my opinion. Part of what makes TES as games and series so great is the inclusion of deities that aren't exactly the best. It's also part of what I love about the Princes in my worship, that they aren't always "nice" and "kind" or whatever way you wanna put it, even if I believe they're a lot nicer than they actually are portrayed in TES fiction.

I admit as well that I believe that Molag may have been misrepresented as well. Who is to say that some dude didn't just have such an intense bias against the Princes, and decided "Fuck it. To keep people from worshiping them, I'm gonna make this one dude the worst of the worst!" It happened with plenty of real world deities, where they got re-written and re-framed as a lot more evil than they actually are or were originally. This could have happened both in-universe and in the writing of the fiction. (Not saying the writers of TES the series necessarily didn't want us to worship them, but they probably didn't consider it'd ever happen at the least.)

That's not to say I believe Molag Bal isn't capable of evil. He very much is. He's more prone to leaning to harsh things, tough love, and a lot else than my other guides are.

So... who is Molag Bal?

This will sound extremely counterpointed to TES canon lore, because it really is lol I'm willing to admit that, but He's a man who protects from abuse and harm. He's always been so enraged with my stories of being abused and harmed, in such a way that doesn't seem fake or just some evil plot to make me worship Him. I firmly believe that if I asked Him to enact vengeance for me, He would, gladly.

He claims, at the very least, to hate bigotry and discrimination. He stands up for my gender for example, and seems to be genuinely sympathetic when I get misgendered.

He is strong, powerful, and grand. He doesn't tolerate bullshit or fucking around, doesn't tolerate cruelty towards those who don't deserve it. He teaches me to be strong and grand, to defend myself against any and all harm that might come my way.

Many of my lessons on how to defend myself come from Molag. He teaches me Daedric Magic to help me protect myself, He puts His power into my protective sigils and spells.

When I'm crying about my traumas and pains, it's often Molag who comes to me and lets me metaphorically cry on His shoulder.

Whether or not Molag agrees with His canon counterpart in any way is lost on me. I don't know. But I do know that if He was all-powerful, if He had the choice, He'd never let me come under harm in any way. It still happens sometimes, for He's not, but I appreciate the effort.

Maybe it's true that Molag only does this as I am a follower and a devout worshiper of Him and His name. It's possible that He really is that vile to others, and I do admit I sincerely hope not, especially with my guess that Molag got evil-ified by canon lore for some reason.

This is the Molag Bal I know. The Molag Bal I worship. And I, for one, think He's pretty cool and worth it.

You may ask... "why did you start with Molag Bal?" Which is a great question, because I too worried that He was actually That Bad. So I asked another guide of mine (not TES, amazingly going by what this blog is) what They thought of Him. And I was told a lot of the above, plus just general positive-leaning reviews, if not at least neutral.

So I was going into my worship of Him already believing that He wasn't that bad, even though I will admit I did have my apprehensions because of what canon says about Him. I will never deny that TES canon is extremely brutal and dark when it comes to Molag Bal. There's no denying all of that, nor the triggering nature of it, which was a turn off to me in the beginning.

You can also argue that I'm not really worshiping Molag Bal because the Molag I know and worship is so... different than canon Molag. For me, with my beliefs, I don't really see it that way, but I'm not really gonna blame anybody who does see it that way. That's fair lol!

I wanna end this post with... if you've been harmed by Molag Bal, or anything of that sort, I am genuinely sorry. I don't know why it happened and won't pretend I do, and I won't pretend that my version of Him and the side I see of Him erases what happened to you, because it doesn't.

You can block me and move on with your life if that makes you happy. I'm not gonna preach that you need to forgive and move forward, and absolutely not that you should return to His worship. Do as you need to heal.

[theoneandonlysemla]

24. First major loss/failure in their story for Nevri

And 🐣

Hi Kuri, thank you for the ask! 😊

24. First major loss/failure in their story

Definitely daring to ask Molag Bal for help and him telling her that she either has to kill her best friend or let him have her for him granting any help. (Okay, girl, but what did you expect? Literal King of Rape???) After she denies him both of that, she thinks she's lucky that he let her go, not knowing yet that he now has access to her mind. And yeah, that's kind of bad.

🐣 First piece you ever wrote (share a snippet or description)

I do no longer have my first piece I've ever wrote, that is somewhere buried on a Windows 98 that no longer lives. But I'll take a look what is the oldest, that I can find on my current setup.

Oh lord.

I found my old Marilyn Manson Fic from 2010. The cringe is real. Wait a fucking second, that whole thing has 13k words???? Okay, no, I'm dying of cringe here, I can't post that. That would be a war crime. Can't do that to you guys. Would post some of my first published fic but that's a Rammstein fic that I deleted for good reasons (Till Lindemann being the nastiest little shit man). The next one was also about Marilyn Manson and for the same reason I won't post anything about that. So "I think I'll eat your heart" it is! (The Hannibal fic) My girl just found out that the man she fell for is a killer 🙃 Elizabeth's fingers twitched nervously as she tried to hold her teacup straight. It wasn't so easy to handle liquids in containers when one barely had a calm muscle left in one's body due to stress. Everything hurt, her neck, her back, her legs… She hadn't slept well and the migraine in her head pounded against the inside of her face. She took a small sip of tea, swallowed the bitter-tasting painkiller in her mouth and lowered the cup back onto the table. Frustrated, she rubbed her forehead and squinted. Although the curtains in the kitchen were drawn and it wasn't quite dawn yet outside, the small glow above the kitchen sink was already burning in her eyes. Cautiously, she opened her eyes and turned away from the light source until her eyes had at last become accustomed to the lamp. Her gaze wandered to the kitchen clock. Half past six in the morning. Just under three hours' sleep. Not her best performance, she thought. Actually, it was time to go back to bed, but a monster was waiting for her in bed. It wasn't like when she was a child, when she had thought she had seen a shadow in her wardrobe or under her bed and had fled to her parents' room. No, this was different. This monster was real. This monster killed.

[mywitchcultblr]

Jesus fucking Christ I love the fact that the eldest scroll is an RPG with the least toxic fandom ever.

Oh do you think Akatosh fucked Sheogorath? That's fine. You wanted to fuck Alduin? Cool. You think balding old man butler Halsin is the hottest thing to ever exist? Awesome. The only 'toxic' debate that I see is just empire vs stormcloak thing and that debate is pretty tame actually compared with other discourse, but there's a rare moment when people are being unhinged like when some people insisted that Molag Bal is too problematic and must be removed (I mean he's the BAD GOD, of course he's gonna be problematique) and an artist got harassed for drawing Bal with Vivec but such thing rarely happen again it seems

[skyrim-said-that]

Ok I know I already sent these in the discord but you said show your work so here I am. I have less to say about some then others

Azura: Twilight Zone//Golden Earring

I'm pretty sure this song is about a secret agent of some sort carrying out their mission so i tend to relate it to Azura and the Nerevarine. The references in the song to the twilight zone are about the moral grey area of their mission and how disorienting it can be and I feel like that can also apply to the Nerevarine's mission in Morrowind against the Tribunal. The lyric about "my beacon's been moved under moon and star" is about how their (the Nerevarine) allegiance has been moved under Azura and how she is their guiding light.

Boethiah: Counter Opps//HAWK

This is just a very punk song about disrespecting authority and I think it fits well with Boethiah's aspect of overthrow of authority

Clavicus Vile: Wish I May//Breaking Benjamin

"I wish I may, I wish I might, When all these dreams have come to end, You wish you were, you're not my friend" self explanatory I think

Hircine: Waidmann's Heil//Rammstein

Song title means "Hunter's Salute" so i think that's enough explanation but one lyric in particular that I like is

"Auf dem Lande auf dem Meer lauert das Verderben, Die Kreatur muss Sterben" which roughly means "ruin lurks in the land by the sea, thus the creature must die"

Mehrunes Dagon: Zerstören//Rammstein

The title means "destroy" and the entire song is about the impulse to destroy and how destruction is in itself an extention of art and life

Mephala: The Webs We Weave//Escape The Fate

Idk man, it's a song about deception with an extended metaphor of spiders and spider webs. What's more Mephala than that.

Molag Bal: Prison Sex//Tool

Possibly the most uncomfortable song I'll recommend but fitting for the most uncomfortable prince. It's about the rampant sexual assault that happens in prisons and the cycle of abuse, ae. the lyric "Do unto you now what has been done to me, Do unto others what has been done" lyrical content aside the music is really fucking good I love the opening guitar riff. But yeah definitely listen at your own risk the lyrics get a little graphic towards the end.

Namira: Eat You Alive//Emigrate

It's a song about cannibalism idk what you want from me

Sanguine: Personal Jesus//Depeche Mode

Idk I just think he'd really like the idea of his followers reaching out to him so he could "hear their prayers" also the original version of the song by Depeche Mode is the sexiest one

Sheogorath: Cradles// Sub Urban

"Tape my eyes open to force reality, Why can't you just let me eat my weight in glee?, I live inside my own world of make-believe" I don't have anything to say about it just yeah

Vaermina: bury a friend//Billie Eilish

It's a song about nightmares idk

(If you don't like the way I formatted this go ahead and change it lol I was just pasting this from my notes app)

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1: i dont know jack shit about the lore but sounds great to me, we love a morally grey mission. 2: boethiah says punk lives on. 3: is this about his weirdly complicated relationship with his dog or am i missing lore. 4: honestly i think hircine would fuck with rammstein. 5: so would dagon. 6: spider girlboss moment. 7: honestly youre real for recommending a song for him, i honestly was gonna cut him from the list bc nobody likes him. 8: love that for her. 9: THATS SO SEXY OF HIM. 10: real. 11: also real

[archangelsunited]

13 and 19. go violent!

Thank you for the ask :)

13.) worst blorboification

Hmm. I answered this one before, but let me think…. Miraak. Man would sell you to Satan for two corn chips.

19.) Mad/shamed/horrified I actually like

I don’t have that many shameful likes/crushes/blorbos? I mean, if I spend enough time writing a character I am going to like them. I enjoy Galmar Stone-Fist, which people think is strange. People seem to be surprised when I say I like Madanach. I guess @thana-topsy has me interested in Neloth these days?

I’m a big fan of whatever the fuck is going on with Molag-bal and his fuckery. Just the sheer amount of chaos he’s able to shove into his tiny little slice of history is unnerving. The Tribunal is also making enough waves that I’ve read the 36 sermons. What is Elder Scrolls for if not to watch other Religous problems crop up like a telenova.

[jaypilledsquared]

outstretches a gay lil hand to u. 14, 15, 17, and 22 for the dude who rots thine brain

moohooeheheheheheee ok lancelin time😈😈😈

14. Any motifs or symbolism for this character?

yes! wrens! obviously! but also just birds in general. they're kinda just symbolic of his whole family, but I use it the most for him.

also boobs. and he's gay so interpret that how you wish.

15. Any tropes they fit into?

flamboyant gay rich asshole who secretly loathes himself trope. he is based off of lance richmond nexo knights who is literally The Trope.

17. What's their fighting style?

His class is rogue, and he focuses on agile swordplay. His endurance is super low, but he makes up for it with speed and dodging ability. His style is basically just dodge all their attacks and hit them until they're down. If he gets hit then he's fucked though.

22. Ignoring time, what tes npc would they get along with the most? Or the worst?

His non-vampire version hates vampires, but he'd bond with serana over their shared bad experience with molag bal, or in his case, molag bal worshippers. he'd probably also connect Very quickly to any Older Man character because of his constant craving to impress an older father figure.

He'd probably see himself in characters like sven, and proceed to HATE them. any other flamboyant gay little bard would be his enemy.

[greyborn2]

Ok so I've been rotating this now for a few hours and I have

thoughts

on alternate monster forms for all the princes that currently just have a human one. Most of them pretty easy/obvious but there are some neat ones in there. Azura: This one was... hard. Maybe the hardest. Best I could come up with was basically a giant starfish monster thing embedded and bedazzled with countless thousands of shiny things. Like Tamatoa and Starro made out sloppy style for a few hours and this was the result. Boethia: easy one. Her statues/symbols have associated him with serpents. Like, a fuck ton, honestly. So thinking for her some giant hydra creature is an easy slot in. Maybe give him a set of tails that all look like swords for bonus points. But yea. Easy enough, makes sense. Clavicus Vile: Horned hound with the tongue of a snake. Not explaining this one, feels obvious enough. Hircine: Including here because most people just know his form of Alrabeg, the Hunter. But he already has four fun other forms. Take your pick. Giant deer-skulled werewolf, Moder (from the Ritual) style deer monster, a seemingly innocent fox, or a giant fucking bear monster. Easy peasy. Jyggalag: Ramiel from Evangelion. Not explaining myself. Next question. Malacath: Ok feel like I'm kinda cheating with this one because its still semi-humanoid but its really what I'm most strongly imagining. Ashpit-come-alive. A giant fucking skeleton just billowing out smoke and ash and cinder. A choking, walking, sandstorm of soot and smog billowing out around a skyscraper sized giant bone-dude. Mehrunes Dagon: Really struggled with this one because he's my favourite boy and wanted to do him justice. After much MUCH thinking I've finally settled on a form that ticks all the boxes for me. A giant, angry, four armed monkey with the head of a cat. Still all red and fiery of course, but yea. That's... the gist. Putting my vision into a small amount of words is hard. Mephala: Giant spider. NEXT! Meridia: Get full on biblical be-not-afraid angel with it. Rings of eyes and glowing, blinding, light. Horrifying-holy. Speaks in the voice of a chorus. Etc etc etc. Molag Bal: Giant, uncomfortably phalic, worm monster. Lower part of it trails off into thousands of 'tails' that each end in grabbing hands. This is all. Best not to dwell on him. Nocturnal: Some kinda giant horrific crow creature swathed in a cloak of shadow. Sanguine: If you've ever seen one of those fractal video things where it just constantly zooms in forever and ever and makes your brain hurt? That, but a rose. Petals ever unfolding and folding and folding and folding. Hypnotizing you in with almost painful motions as it just keeps blooming. Bonus points if its also just weeping out rivers of blood. Sheogorath: Two options. His more 'butterfly with the face of a screaming man' form OR get real horrific with it. Big ol' flesh monster of torn sinew and stretched muscle. Beautiful and horrific at once. Get real cenobite-y with it. Vaermina: Honestly shouldnt have any one form. She looks like whatever you fear most, given physical shape, and is different for everyone.

not enough daedric princes are like "not going to occupy a disgusting little humanoid form for you. I'm some fucking Thing and you're gonna like it" I tjink more daedric princes should just be some fucking Thing