#i love paarthurnax

[chppdliver]

more of him

why does he look like hes about to lean in for a kiss???

[edenfoxi]

Paarthurnax this, Alduin that, where the FUCK are the Odahviing fans at? (Also note I love Paarthurnax. Dragon father figure for life)

[feykrorovaan]

Actually Paarthurnax, I would climb all this way for tinvaak with an old dovah.

[azucarera-art]

redrew that one steven universe meme w my comfort characters

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

In English, we say, "Peace."

In TES, we say, "I have overcome my nature only through meditation and long study of the Way of the Voice. No day goes by where I am not tempted to return to my inborn nature. Zin krif horvut se suleyk. What is better—to be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?"

[squidwof]

Guys I literally love dragons so much I love wings of fire I love Clay I love Tsunami and Moonwatcher I love western dragons I love Eastern dragons I love wyverns I love Skyrim I love Paarthurnax I love Alduin and Odahviing and dragons I love dragons!!

[umbracirrus]

WIP Wednesday! 💛

I actually scheduled this WIP post yesterday to be posted today just because we had a new internet provider set up today and I didn't know if there would be any issues. Luckily, it seems to be running great! Keeping it scheduled to post though!

A decently long WIP this week, with both Elyse and Balgruuf getting some sense talked into them after their argument about her fine. I'm probably posting a good chunk of a chapter of The Perfect Storm here 😅

I'm tagging quite a few of you this time!! Hehe :3 But of course no obligations to share if you don't want to! Tagging @thequeenofthewinter, @pitiable-arisen, @throughtrialbyfire, @bostoniangirl21, @your-talos-is-problematic, and anyone who wants to share their WIPs! 💛

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“Odahviing told me that you said that Jarl of Ahrolsedovah was helping you, protecting you by giving you shelter in his palace.” Paarthurnax stated, his words spoken to her, though it came across as more of an observation than anything. “Has this now changed, Dovahkiin?”

Elyse scowled frustratedly as she huddled against the wall atop the Throat of the World, her borrowed and oversized clothing given to her by Arngeir from the surplus donations left for the Greybeards held tightly against her body. “He was,” she grumbled, watching as the old dragon slowly moved to shield her from the most frigid of the winds. “Until he took matters into his own hands. The person I was trying to hide from decided to try and fine me for... reasons. I responded by ignoring it, because I didn’t commit any crime! Is wanting independence and the ability to make my own decision a crime?!”

Paarthurnax’s eyes narrowed towards her with how heated she was getting, so she took a few deep breaths before tilting her head back and sinking down into the snow beneath her. “But it was Balgruuf who took that from me instead, by handling my fine.”

 “Did he tell you why he did so?”

“... N-Not really, no...”

That was a lie, and she knew it. Paarthurnax likely did too. He’d yelled that she was endangering Whiterun. But she didn’t know any more than that – how exactly was she endangering the hold? Or was he just frustrated that she hadn’t done anything and used that as an excuse?

“Then how do you know that he was, in your own words... ‘taking matters into his own hands’?” The dragon’s head lowered towards her, in a manner reminiscent of when she was a child and her father would kneel down to talk to her to let her know that what she had done was either wrong or reckless but didn’t want her to think that she was in trouble. “Perhaps... He thought that he was helping. That you would be safer if he were to do so. There are many questions which can be asked... But can only be answered by him.”

Elyse wavered in her frustration towards Balgruuf, before shaking her head, allowing it to bubble up once more. “It doesn’t change the fact that he didn’t discuss it with me first.”

“Hm. That is... True, yes, but would you have done it yourself even if he were to discuss the issue with you?”

She knew that he was correct, and frowned as she folded her arms over. “I... I don’t like burdening others with my issues. It just drags others into the chaos that has been my life since I made that stupid decision to leave Cyrodiil years ago. Balgruuf took on enough of them by letting me into his home...”

“Have you considered... That sharing your burdens may make them lighter? This Jarl seems to be looking out for your best interests, Dovahkiin. That is not something to be taken lightly. The Greybeards have also spoken to me of this Jarl... this Balgruuf. When you brought war to High Hrothgar to stop the unruly eldest, he was one of the few who did not want violence to dictate the peace. Who did not throw vitriol or bitter words. If this is true, I doubt that malicious intentions are behind his actions.” Paarthurnax rose once more, allowing the frozen winds to once more brush against her, and forcing her to stand up and conjure a small flame in her hands to counter some of the cold. “You should talk to him... That will help with clearing your mind and easing your burden. Perhaps the same will go for him too. I would imagine that he would be worried for you, as would everyone else that you left behind.”

As much as she wanted to argue back with him, something stopped her. Her anger had fizzled out, and had been replaced with a gut-wrenching anxiety. People would be worried. It was the middle of winter, she had left on her own without a word of where she was going... And she had left in what was worse than a bad mood. For all that they knew, she could have gotten herself killed.

She needed to get back to Whiterun.

“Sahvot, Dovahkiin. Have faith. Things may not be as bad as you currently perceive them to be.”

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"I don't know what you are expecting me to say, Balgruuf. That you want me to pity you over this situation? That you want me to give you a little pat on the back and say 'there there'? Because if you do, I am most certainly not-"

"What? No, Irileth, I just-" Balgruuf took a deep breath as he ran his hands down his face. "Look, I am just trying to get my head around this all," he stated, starting to pace back and forth across his bedroom. He hadn't even wanted to be there in the first place, but after being caught in his study with some documents which needed reading through by Frothar – who had promptly tattled – he had been kicked out of there to get some rest. "Surely not having a bounty which was getting bigger by the week is a goodthing? I don't get what about that was enough to make Elyse angry or leave the way that she did!"

Irileth let out a frustrated puff of air from her nose. "Because you made an important decision about her without her. It's damn well obvious!"

"I needed to protect Whiterun-"

"And you promised to protect her."

"I-" His throat felt dry as not a single word came to him at that direct statement which made him freeze in his tracks. When he had made the decision to pay off that fine, his intentions had been to do achieve both of those statements – protecting both Whiterun and the Dragonborn. Getting Ulfric off both of their backs had to have been beneficial, he had been certain of it. The looming threat of an attack had been on their doorstep, it had been pushed back to give them space to breathe. But now… he was feeling uncertain. Uneasy.

"You welcomed her into Dragonsreach so that she could be safe."

His jaw tensed as he turned his back to his housecarl, and pressed his hands into the top of the drawers which were to his side. For a moment, he took in a few deep breaths to calm himself, in the hopes that the point had been made and he could take a moment to just think.

"For all that she knows now, all it takes is Ulfric Stormcloak throwing his demands about for him to get what he wants."

Irileth's words were both eye-opening yet horrifying. He had always appreciated her bluntness and her ability to assess a situation, but hearing it all directed at him now…

"How long will it be until you hand her over to him, saying that it's for the good of Whiterun?"

He had messed up.

"I would never-!"

"And how would she know that, Balgruuf?!"

[elder-dragon-reposes]

Paarthurnax (or “the Old One” according to other dov) is the leader of the Greybeards and the first friendly dragon that the Last Dragonborn comes across in the Main Questline. He assists the Last Dragonborn throughout the game and is also available to help them Meditate on the Words of Power (Fus, Feim, and Yol) which can give some bonus effects to certain Shouts when the Last Dragonborn uses them. 

Biography

During the Merethic Era, Paarthurnax was a lieutenant under Alduin who committed and witnessed many atrocities against “mankind” (specifically Nords) but ultimately defected, and alongside mortals, he betrayed Alduin and taught men how to use the Thu’um. Mankind prevailed and won the Dragon War, with Paarthurnaxx retiring to the Throat of the World to continue battling his lust for power. He also became a follower of the Way of the Voice during this time, a pacifist creed created by Jurgen Windcaller that stated Thu'um should be used for worship rather than the glory of battle. Paarthurnax l became the Greybeard’s grandmaster but would continue to live in isolation at the peak of the mountain. 

During the First Era, Paarthurnax would continue to live in isolation but did make visits to Numinex who was trapped in Dragonsreach.

During the Fourth Era, Paarthurnax would assist the Last Dragonborn in defeating Alduin during the Dragon Crisis, helping them with tasks such as finding and learning the Dragonrend Shout and helping them reach Sovngarde to ultimately defeat Alduin. At one point in the Main Questline, the Blades (Delphine and Esbern) will ask the Last Dragonborn to slay Paarthurnax due to the atrocities committed during the Dragon War that he was complicit in. If the player chooses to not kill him, then he will be present for the Epilogue of the game. He will comment on his desire to teach the Way of the Voice to his brethren and can then be found perched on the Throat of the World’s Word Wall and will continue helping the Last Dragonborn Meditate on Shouts. To continue with the Blade Questline in Skyrim, the Last Dragonborn must kill Paarthurnax. 

Cool Quotes

“Dov wahlaan fah rel. (Dragons were created for domination.) We were made to dominate. The will to power is in our blood. You feel it in yourself, do you not?”

“Dahmaan (Remember) - remember, Alduin also follows his destiny, as he sees it.” 

“Lot krongrah. (Great victory.) You truly have the Voice of a dovah. Alduin’s allies will think twice after this victory.”

“But I cannot celebrate his fall. Zu’u tiiraaz ahst ok mah. (I am sad at his fall.) He was my brother once. This world will never be the same."

[littledragondork]

Happy Father’s Day to the best dad of all time

[stunt-lads]

imagine a dragon

DONE

I love dragons so much

Wyverns, Luck Dragons, Wyrms, all of them are the best and I would die for them

[thelurkershideout]

Based on observation the generally accepted nickname for Paarthurnax is Partysnax or Partysnacks. I would just like to share what I have been calling him for many years.....

Paartytothemax

[wanderingmoonmen]

The emotional support chicken post was living in my head rent free so I broke down and acquired one and it came early so???

Behold, my emotional support chicken before and after emotional support

(this may also be explained by cuteness aggression)

[feykrorovaan]

Dragon enthusiast you say? 👀👀

Do you have any headcanons for the dragons in The Elder Scrolls universe? 👀👀

Ooh, good question!

In my playthroughs,I've always liked to think that just like with followers,the Dragonborn includes the dragons you can befriend/ally with in Skyrim (Paarthurnax, Odahviing, and Durnehviir) as found family, and they feel the same (eventually). After all, the Dragonborn has the soul of a dragon.

I believe that most dragons in Skyrim (Paarthurnax and Durnehviir excluded) are slow to trust the Dragonborn (with good reason),but the ones willing to listen and take a calmer approach than just breathing fire first, find that they're not so different.

I like to use the Dragon protected cities mod for my playthroughs,so more dragons eventually come around to the Dragonborn's side.

(My LDB is pretty rational in most situations, so if they're willing to talk, so is she. You use the voice or breathe fire, she's going to defend herself and her companions. Simple as that.)

Paarthurnax looks at the Dragonborn as sort of an adopted grandchild, and the Dragonborn thinks of him as an adoptive grandfather figure in return. (I.e goes to him for advice and such, and they enjoy visiting with each other for hours).

With Odahviing, his vow of servitude becomes a genuine friendship over time, so when the Dragonborn calls for his aid, when he comes flying to the rescue,it ceases to be out of duty, but for the bond they have formed. He's helping his friend out of a dire situation.

I also like to think that Vulthuryol (Dragon in Blackreach) is just mad you woke him from his nap. Afterall, he doesn't attack or even come out until you shout at the Dwarven Sun which echoes throughout all of Blackreach. Poor thing was minding his own business. 😄

This isn't really a head canon, but my Dragonborn likes to summon Durnehviir whenever she can, just so he can see the sky and feel the sun. Get him out of the house (Soul Cairn).

As for the other dragons throughout TES, I don't really have any head canons for them,but now this will cross my mind the next time I play, so thank you for giving me something to think about.

These are just my personal head canons,and not really a generalization I expect people to accept for themselves in their playthroughs.😉

Thank you for the ask! 🐉

[incorrectskyrimquotes]

im VERY normal ab the fact odahviing learned to love eryn in such a mortal way that he gives up his own immortality for her to have just a little longer in her inevitably limited life

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Last Dragonborn: I love Paarthurnax.

Delphine, scowling: Love's a strong word.

Last Dragonborn: I have strong opinions.

[roguemonsterfucker]

Our Father, who art on the Throat of the World