#hok!sheo

[larkscribbles]

Designed a sword for Madgod!Avery (my Hero of Kvatch.) Idk how long the Avery part would hold out canonically but by golly would she want a really cool sword. Especially if Jyggalag had a big magic one.

The weapon is an amber and madness ore mix (I figure the only possible way you could convince the smiths of the Shivering Isles to work together would be on Sheogorath authority).

The sword’s design itself is based off parrying daggers you use to catch or break other swords. (I have no idea if sword versions of this concept are entirely in the realm of fantasy or not.) But it would obviously look very intimidating and be a big owie if someone hit you with it too.

Not too sure about the name or what kind of enchantments it’d have. There’s definitely a sword-cane variant for later HOK!Sheo appearances.

[certifiable-zombie]

A divine reunion

[duranna-1-700]

"madness helps me stay away from sorrow."

[yazumo]

mephala when the guy she named listener like 30 minutes ago shows up to the daedric reunion party rocking sheo's clothes

[vyvilha]

lady divinorum art I commissioned from @thyinum ✨️✨️ she depicted her very beautifully

[anastausshade]

martin: hmm i wonder what my grand-grand-grand-grand-grand-grandchildren are up to

rhysand: *famously known for his pretty face and the ability to fuck up every situation*

eris: *fucks an ex-dragon priest*

martin: *looks at HOK*

Sheo!HOK: i have nothing to do with this, these are your genes

[cryptid-called-ash]

Hey, where are all the fics about martin septim and the ldb traveling together?

There’s so much potential there, especially if you head canon the ldb to be a septim descendant.

The angst potential with hok!sheo, the comic potential with sanguine.

Come on people!

[littledragondork]

Little Dragons

This is my first real attempt at fanfiction, I've written stories in the past but never fanfiction and I'm quite proud of it if I do say so myself :3c

A content warning for some heavy topics in the beginning and middle but they get better I promise.

Silence. Deafening silence was all Balneim could hear from the two tiny bundles he held in his arms, the two of them combined wouldn’t be able to reach the size of his forearm. They were wrapped snugly in warm, soft blankets, their tiny bodies barely breathing. To look at them made Balneim want to wail in agony, to scream until his lungs gave out, to make himself feel even an ounce of pain they currently are feeling. They are dying and there is almost nothing Balneim can do.

All he can do is keep them warm, fed, clean and cast restoration magic on them once every few hours, at least that’s what his court healer told him to do, even then she didn’t seem hopeful in the slightest. They hardly moved, and when they did it was to either stretch out a limb or just wiggle a small bit. He didn’t dare separate them in fear it would just make them worse, loosing the only other creature that understood them in this time of need, their closest companion, their twin.

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Balneim’s days became like clockwork. Keep them close while he worked, don’t go too far from the palace, feed himself and then them every few hours, cast the restoration magic on their tiny bodies and do not sleep. He thanked his newly gained godly blood for the ability to no longer need rest or food, but then again. It might have been that very same blood that put them in the pain they are now.

They were so small, just one of their tiny bodies would fit snugly in Balneim’s hand, born too soon and so very, very weak. Everyday Balneim would look at them and expect to see little corpses, but instead would be greeted by the shallow rise and fall of their tiny chests. They’re still fighting. He also began to notice differences, before the two would be identical, but now, he found the eldest preferred it when he would rub their back gently while the youngest liked to just be held with as little movement as possible. They both seemed to love it when he would sing to them. The soft sound seemed to help them sleep, but he always feared they might not wake up. At least his voice would be the last thing they heard.

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He found they both hated it when Balneim would swap the blankets to clean them, their weak, hardly audible cries would go on and on until they could have them back. And he had to give the correct identical blanket to the right twin or else they would be even more furious with their father, how dare he mix them up!

After a few weeks they started to cry properly, and wow could the youngest scream. 

“Yes! I hear you little one!” He would say to them. “All of the isles can hear your voice!”

They started to get rounder, larger. Balneim couldn’t help but think they were getting too round. They were so skinny for so long and now they are getting so large.

 Are they bloated? Are they starting to die from the inside? They deserve a better father than me—

“M’lord!” The court healer would get his attention, ripping him from his spiraling thoughts. “They’re perfectly healthy! They’re just getting fat! It’s a good sign if anything!”

Now Balneim just felt silly.

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He doesn’t know how they’ve made it so far. Balneim thought for sure they would have died a week, maybe even a few days into their life. But they just refused to let go. Whether it was pure will, a desire of life or just pure stubbornness Balneim wasn’t sure but he was grateful for every second he would watch over them and their little movements, and hear their little sounds.

The eldest one seemed to sleep a lot, it was so much to the point Balneim had to check if they were even alive and every time they would whine when woken up, only to fall back asleep. The youngest seemed to almost whistle when they would breathe, not all the time but enough to be concerning. This terrified Balneim, making him fear what life they would live if they were able to make it to adulthood. Will they live fulfilling lives or would they struggle to take care of themselves, could they follow their dreams or would they have to settle for less. He just wants them to be happy and know they are loved.

Balneim often wondered how his children’s other father would feel at their current state, would he hate him for inflicting the life they currently live? No, he would likely be just as terrified and paranoid as Balneim felt, he was a compassionate man, he would likely join in the hours of crying and exhaustion. Balneim wished their other father could be with them now.

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Another day of not letting the little ones out of Balneim’s sight, bringing them with him wherever he would go in a palace and keeping them warm and close. They have their eyes open now, they just spend most of the time staring at their father’s face, taking in his details. Do they care that his face is covered in scars, that his red hair was rapidly turning white, that his eyes were no longer that of a mortal man’s? They just stared blankly at him, their little eyes would follow him and sometimes follow his gaze, like four little lanterns. Tiny eyes, so full of curiosity and wonder for the world around them. The youngest’s eyes are just like how his used to look, a rich brown that almost seem to swallow the light around them. The eldest’s eyes are a sky blue, just like their other father’s, looking into their eyes almost makes Balneim see the sky of nirn again, except for the left eye which is the same rich brown of their siblings.

He can tell they won’t be ‘normal’ he can feel it, but that’s okay, the mind is a place of Balneim’s expertise, and that only means he’ll have more fun with them. The eldest stirs in the lord’s arm, looking down he meets their gaze, the tiny face staring back up at him and taking in every detail. And they surprise him, they stare at him and something changes. Their little face moved to show off a large and bright smile across their face. A sight that makes all the lord’s months of fear and anxiety begin to melt away and tears begin to well up in his eyes.

They’re going to be fine, his little Brigitte and Micah.

[cheeseandstrawberrytartlover]

Chibi style OCs Part 3

Sheo!Ben

(If you know the dress you are a cheeseandstrawberrytartlover lore veteran)

The tism

[the-elder-polls]

im losing my shit seeing how many of yalls ldb have familial relationships with sheogorath. vedathyr hates that guy and will spit in his face and meanwhile sheo is doing this

[the-satellite]

Oh deserter of senseless war, friend of fated dragonborn, favored of greiving madness.

Did I pick up a tutorial companion and end up making him essentially an oc with backstory and parallels to my HOK? Oh yeah baby. In the Skyrim In My Head Faen is Sheo's champion, though he doesn't know why and gets ulcers thinking about what that may mean for him. As it stands, it means loyalty boardering on stupidity(normal for him), paranoia and visual hallucinations(not normal for him), and occasionally hearing the voice of a mad god just kinda chattering in his ear (completely unthinkable a month ago).

[larkscribbles]

Avery always loved a good ol’ fireball so I figure HOK!Sheo god powers would mean the flames mimic the Cold Flame of Agnon for the aesthetic fr.

(When I figure out how to do a cool new art style it’s over for y’all)

[certifiable-zombie]

redraw of my most popular post.

i still see the original getting reblogged every so often, even though i posted it half a year ago. it's been bothering me, because when i posted that original drawing i wasn't happy with it, but i didn't have to means to recreate the image i had in my head. i told myself when i developed my art skill enough i would come back to it, and now i have. maybe in another six months this version won't be representative of my art, but atleast this time i like it.

[zuutiomi]

From hero to mad god

[daedric-prince-of-pasta]

Treasured

[vyvilha]

My hok!Sheogorath, lady Divinorum 🦋