#martin septim x male hero of kvatch

[shivering-isles-cryptid]

Daedra of Kvatch minor details

Been a while since I’ve written anything for this AU, so here’s some random details that don’t have too much of an impact on the main story. The AU has changed quite a bit since my last posts about it, so I thought I’d just throw in some minor stuff, like secondary character backstories and small quirks about HoK, who still doesn’t have an actual name. I’m thinking Samael or Weylin.

HoK has a Breton woman named Alice who keeps just showing up in his palace and not even the guards knows how she gets in. She keeps saying that a cat, rabbit, and mouse let her in through a secret door, but no one has been able to find any of the mentioned creatures. She is currently the acting Duchess of Mania.

HoK does actually know the cat Alice is talking about, but he refuses to say anything because he finds the whole thing absolutely hilarious.

HoK has made an extra artifact since he became MadGod and became more familiar with his powers. It’s a necklace that he gave to Martin. It has a powerful shield enchantment, as well as resistances to all types of magic, disease and poison.

HoK sometimes forgets he’s Sheogorath and will be surprised anytime he does something daedric-y.

The first, and only, time HoK was there for a christening of a baby (would it be a divining? An akatoshening?) the baby gained an unbreakable tie to the Isles. Her hair yearned stark white, and her magical pools grew to unwarranted amounts. She later grew up to be the worlds strongest conjured, mystic, alteration mage, destruction mage, and illusionist. She later became HoK’s apprentice.

After the Oblivion Crisis ended, the hero who went into Mankato Camorans Paradise and later became the Champion of Cyrodiil, later remade the Knights of the Nine and vowed to wipe the Daedra from Tamriel. This makes things awkward between them and HoK.

Martin and HoK actually had 2 wedding ceremonies. One in the Shivering Isles and one in Cyrodiil.

HoK founded a museum in the Imperial City, where he stores multiple artifacts he comes across in his journey, and where CoC stores the ones they come across as well.

HoK regularly travels to Skingrad to have tea with Count Janus, as well as a few other guests of varying afflictions. The regulars are a werewolf, a lich, and a Dunmer woman who says she was cured of Corprus. HoK calls these meetings Outcast Anonymous. Janus calls them Sundas brunch, even though they almost always start at 11:25 p.m.

The other Daedric Princes have different emotions about HoK. Some (Dagon, Molag, Namira, and Nocturnal) despise him for his ability to walk on Mundas, others (Malacath, Hircine, Sanguine, the True Tribunal occasionally, and Clavicus Vile) actually like him and hang out with him quite often, the others don’t really pay him any mind.

HoK works part time as a teacher for the Arcane University about proper etiquette when working with Daedra and how to safely traverse the planes of Oblivion.

He has a pet. It’s a ferret named Hircine. Hircine pretends to hate it, but he is in love with the Baby Hircine™️ as he calls it when he thinks HoK isn’t looking

Martin does his very best to accept HoKs station and nature, but it is hard when he can feel the presence of his old master, Sanguine, on his husband.

There are no mirrors in the entire Imperial Palace except for one, which is inside HoK’s private library, which not even Martin is allowed inside.

It’s not very rare for insane people to show up at the Palace. Martin doesn’t know how to feel about them, as HoK finds their antics either amusing or annoying depending on the day, instead of sad and pitiful as Martin does

[diary-of-a-madgod-in-training]

Diary of the Madgod: Prologue

Velentius stared at the stone wall, his eyes glazed over. He rubbed the bandages on his arms as he felt his mind start to shake. The stone dissolved, transforming from dark bricks into white columns. The floor transformed into grass and flowers, and his empty cell was filled with butterflies and the golden women he’s grown accustomed to.

A man in blue robes and a bronze crown sat at a table with 3 others, a kahjiit with a purple shine to his fur, a rabbit wearing a vest with a pocket watch, and a mouse wearing a top hat. Velentius approached the table, taking his typical seat next to the cat and staring blankly at the cup in front of him.

“Oh dear me! A new guest!” The man cheered, raising his wine glass in a toast. “Hmm, perhaps this one is not as new as Thadon claims.” The kahjiit said, sniffing Velentius’s hair. “New or not, old is relative.” Thadon drunk from his glass, and the vision of the garden erupted in color as Velentius fell backwards.

He landed in a room that was lit by a singular torch, which burned with a blue flame. “The Greymarch approaches, but maybe this is the last. If a champion arrives, and Order is destroyed, will the cycle end or repeat?” Velentius stared at the hunched over man in front of him, his messy white hair fell of his eyes and his purple and yellow suit was dirty and wrinkled.

The vision changed again, this time Velentius was inside a throne room. The same man was now sitting on the throne, but looked much cleaner and presentable. “Haskill, make preparations for a portal. The Isles are growing lonely and they need a friend.” The man said, looking at a balding man wearing a black suit. “At once my lord.”

Velentius sat up, staring at his cell in the Asylum. “The Greymarch is coming! The End is near! Order will rise and Madness will fall!” He screamed, visions and memories rushing through his head as he rocked back and forth. The door opened and he snapped up, staring at the Stendarr priest.

Lunging forward, he snapped the man’s neck and took his armor. Hiding his hair under the helmet, he made his way out of the Asylum, then the city. “Mother always said she had family in Skyrim, let’s see how the Ervine’s react to me.” He whispered as he traveled down the road towards the Imperial City.

[silvanils]

there’s got to be a morning after

a prompt fill for @nirnwrote​​ - ‘I feel like a stranger in my skin.’

Rating: T+ (for mature themes) Content Warnings: drug use, implied sex, swearing, self-deprecation

Felix has experienced a lot of morning afters in his life — some bad, some worse. The first time he tried skooma he woke up covered in muck and blood sharing a gutter with a pack of actual rats, his head still spinning. The morning after his binder with Sam he’d woken up practically naked in one of the Imperial City’s gardens being shouted at by a guard for “defiling” the statue of Dibella. (And the morning after that, he thought he’d never see the light of day again…)

Few have been as wild as the morning after he made his unlikely escape from that dungeon, when he’d woken up to find the inn he’d chosen to stay in had been stolen by pirates. Pirates! And led by an ex of his, to boot! And the lady that was supposed to be a one-night stand had swiped the precious amulet he’d been planning to sell and told him in no uncertain terms:

“No, actually, we’re going to see this through.”

None have been so pleasant as this one.

The sunlight filtering in through the old stained glass windows is dappling the whole room in bright, brilliant colors. There’s a splotch of rose-red on Martin’s cheek, highlighting the sharp lines of his cheek and a single wavy lock of his hair that’s cutting across his face. Behind him, Felix can just barely make out Iri’s smaller form — her bright hair dyed blue and gold from the glass.

Felix stays still as long as he can bear it, doing everything he can to fix this moment in his memory, then slips away gently, leaving his lovers alone for the time being. He tugs on one of Martin’s loose shirts, steps outside to light up a pipe he recently swiped from a pompous ass wondering if maybe, just maybe, smoking from it would make him feel richer, somehow.

Turns out, it still just tastes like smoke. Oh well.

He watches the embers burn in the ash, marvels that he still feels so warm inside. He wonders how long this will last — how long until he fucks something up, or they tire of him and move on, like everyone else has...

“Felix?” Martin’s voice is gentle enough that it doesn’t startle him, and as Felix turns he can’t help but smile as he takes in the man’s appearance — he’s wearing nothing but a pair of borrowed pants, his hair still a lovely tousled mess from the night before. “Is everything alright?”

“Never better,” Felix says. “Last night just gave me a lot to think about.”

Martin smiles, and Felix feels his heart stutter at how cute the dimples in his cheeks are. “Yes, it… was a little overwhelming, wasn’t it?” He wanders closer to Felix, leans against the small stone wall beside him, gazing up toward the heavens. “This is something I haven’t felt in a long time, either. I’d like to see where it goes, if... that’s something you want, too.”

Felix feels something clench in his chest, then, and suddenly there’s dampness on his cheeks. He knows the man was a priest for years, and part of that job is knowing the words people need to hear, but… he’s still surprised Martin’s so damn discerning.

“I’ve always felt like a stranger in my skin,” Felix says. The words spill out, just like the tears did. “Never really fit — never belonged anywhere. But I feel like I could belong here, with… you.”

And he’s scared. Scared to fall in love with the two of them because he knows it’s inevitable that he’s going to lose them. But Martin seems to understand that, too, because before Felix falls too far into his own head the other man pulls him into a comforting embrace.

Steady, certain, true.

“This won’t be a brief, fleeting spark,” Martin promises. “I want this to last, and I’m sure Iri feels the same way, too.” He pulls away enough to look into Felix’s eyes, strokes the hair out of his eyes and tucks it behind one of his ears. He chuckles, the sound deep and hearty. Felix thinks he could get used to hearing that sound. “I suppose it is a little funny, isn’t it? That three misfits like us… can fit so well together?”

Felix laughs quietly, the warmth of Martin’s touch and the sincerity of words banishing his fears, at least for the moment. He closes his eyes, allows himself to hold onto the hope that… they will stick with him, be willing to fish him out of the dark wells of despair whenever he falls into them.

“We do make quite a funny pair,” he agrees, smirking. “The three of us.”

[bearofohu]

martin septim x male hero of kvatch is the only valid TES oblivion ship

[diary-of-a-madgod-in-training]

A New Alarm

When I awoke this morning, Sheogorath gave me my first mission. He wants me to go to Xedilian and reactivate the Resonator. It seems simple, but that makes me all the more paranoid as things with the Daedra are rarely simple.

When I finally made it to Xedilian, I had to fight my way into the actual dungeon as multiple of those toad creatures stood guarding the bridge, and there were some inside as well. But unlike the others I’ve encountered while traversing the Isles, these ones had shamans holding crystal like staffs.

I eventually discovered that these staffs were actually focusing crystals used to power the dungeon. I made it to the resonator and powered it up, granting me access to another part of the dungeon. While there, I met a man named Kiliban Nyrandil who said he was the caretaker of Xedilian and that he believed Sheogorath forgot about him.

He invited me to test the torture devices on 3 adventurers that entered the dungeon. I took great pleasure watching them slip into madness. After my fun was over, I got to take the spoils from them, including a sword that glowed as bright as the sun. Reading the orcs journal told me that the sword would change into another when the moon rose.

As I made my way to leave, crystals rose from the ground and soldiers that appeared to be made from the same material charged me. After killing all of them, I examined their swords, taking one for myself. Kiliban told me they were soldiers of Order, which explains why the swords felt so… wrong.

I’m spending the night in Kilibans room tonight and he set a bedroll up for me. As I write this, I am watching the sword closely as the energy it gives off feels threatening, but not in the way my other weapons do. It feels like it’s threatening me.

- Velentius Cosades

[diary-of-a-madgod-in-training]

I honestly love how “Vel” went from the shortened version of my gamer tag “Velvet Insanity” and then became the name I use on here since it sorta stuck, but it eventually elongated into “Velentius” and is now the name of my Oblivion OC

It’s amazing how things just work out

[shivering-isles-cryptid]

Before I go to bed, I wanted to tell y’all my current bad idea.

I’m gonna buy a notebook specifically for my Elder Scrolls posts. Like, to write down the quotes, or my head cannons, or Velentius’s diary entries, stuff like that.

I say bad idea because I know the second I buy it, I’ll either never touch it, or breakdown and use it for something not Elder Scrolls related and then hate myself for a few days before I stop caring and just use it for everything.

[diary-of-a-madgod-in-training]

Velentius Cosades Pre-game Timeline

Born in Skingrad to the Cosades family, 15 years younger than his half-brother Caius.

He was only 7 when his brother moved from Skingrad to Cloud Ruler Temple, and was the last time he saw him.

He grew up angry at the Blades for taking his brother from him, and his anger would fester and boil before finally breaking during the death of his stepfather, Caius’s birth father.

He was a city guard and was killed during an assault on a vampire lair, which was the home of Velentius’s birth father. This caused his mother to go sick with grief, eventually dying inside the Chapel of Julianos.

He went crazy, lashing out against any guard he found. He was eventually restrained and sent to an asylum, which was attended to by priests of Julianos and Mara.

While there, he dealt with multiple hallucinations of another world. Dunmer women with blue and black eyes, Altmer women with cat-like pupils, a man with white hair, just like his, that allowed him to sit on his lap as court proceeded.

When he was 24, he escaped the asylum, killing a guard and taking his armor before fleeing to the Imperial City as a temporary place before heading to Skyrim.

He forgot to remove his armor before entering the city, and was put into the Imperial City prisons while he was investigated.

This is where the game starts, where he is released from prison, begins his journey through Cyrodiil, meets the love of his life, loses the love of his life, and begins his ascension into madness.

[shivering-isles-cryptid]

Dreams, Nightmares, Daedra, and Love

Summary: While the Champion of Cyrodiil journeys through Mankar Camoran's Paradise, Martin wakes up to find HoK crying in the kitchen.

Request: Yes / No

Warnings: mentions of sex, drug abuse, alcohol, human sacrifice, mental illness, mental disorders, and nightmares

This story is to celebrate my 50 post milestone, since the Daedra of Kvatch AU was the whole reason I made this blog, I thought it would be fitting to post them a story to celebrate.

Martin's eyes snapped open, the images of his nightmare still dancing in his mind. The Emperor sat up and looked around the room for the Blades Agent who was supposed to be watching over him. He got up and left the room, his eyes dancing suspiciously around the room as he made his way downstairs. Sounds of muffled tears and hitched breathing made Martin stop his search and go into the kitchen.

When he opened the door, he found HoK, the agent who recovered the Amulet of Kings, balling his eyes out on the floor, his body shaking and his hamds clawing at the moonstone colored hair on his head. Martin sat next to the god and just sat with him. HoK put hus hand on Martin's and his sobs died down to an occasional cry. "You know, when I was younger I joined a cult of Sanguine. It was the day I found out I was adopted. I was filled with such anger and hatred and grief, that I thought it would help me cope. But the wine, the skooma, the sex, it never made my anger, or my grief, go away. They just gave me a way to hide it. They weren't coping mechanisms, they were distractions." HoK was now making now noises other than his soft breathing and his body was no longer shaking. "And then I met Sanguine himself. I had to sacrifice the barmaid who I had lain with for the past week, as well as drink 4 bottles of wine to get his attention. Doing so was the worst mistake of my life. Me and him laid together, and afterwards he gave me his Rose. That was the moment I realized, I wasnt actually happy. I was even sadder, even angrier, and even more broken than when I had joined. I fled to a temple of Akatosh, burning the Rose as an offering and dedicating my life to his service." Martin looked at HoK, who's eyes were glowing in the darkness and who's hair seemed to float around his head. "I had been in the Chantry for 5 years when we met. And when you told me I was the son of the Emperor, I knew that it was Akatosh telling me that this was how I could earn my forgiveness. That my sins would be forgotten if I saved this world." HoK squeezed Martin's hand and sighed.

"I was born in Bravil. My mother was a guard and my father was a fletcher. The night I was born, my mother was tended too by the Counts mage at the time, who was known for his skills in Conjuration. There was... Complications with the birth. I wasn't coming out, but my mother wouldnt survive if they cut me out and she was the best guard they had, second only to the captain. So the mage used his magic to summon me. The spell opened a portal from her womb, to his arms and I worked magnificently. But there were... Side effects." HoK was now laying his head on Martin's lap, and Martin was playing with his hair. "I was born with snow white hair, and two different eyes. One was as red as an apple, the other as purple as nightshade. The magic also affected both mine and my mothets minds. She suffered from episodes of major paranoia and bouts of depression. It was so bad that she had to be discharged from the City Guard, and she loved that job more than she loved my father. And with me, I had hallucinations and delusions, or at least I thought they were. Now I'm not so sure. One day, when my mom's paranoia was so bad that she thought I was an assassin from the Dark Brotherhood, I found myself in the most beautiful garden I've ever seen, and it was tended to by golden women with cat eyes and golden armor. There was a man wearing a bronze crown and green robes. Me and him painted, and sang, and played, and I fell asleep and woke up in the back of my father's shop. Another time I opened my eyes to see that I was in a prison, not in a cell, but sitting on the torturers desk. There were two women guarding me, their skin was the color of charcoal and their armor looked like a starless sky. I watched as a woman in a large black dress decorated with Slaughterfish spines acused a woman of plotting to assassinate her. The woman confessed and was put to death. One of the guards covered my eyes when she was killed, the placed a kiss on my forehead and I woke up in the city cemetery."

Martin was now petting HoK as he snuggled closer to him, letting out a content sigh as he got more comfortable. "No one believef me for obvious reasons, so I was locked in an asylum, which was an official part of the Chapel of Mara. I spent 15 years there before they let me out. I fled to the Imperial City, Bravil now holding too many painful memories. I lived there for 3 years before I was arrested for helping a fleeing Gray Fox. That's how I met your father." HoK was now sitting up again, but now sitting in Martin's lap with his head laying on his shoulder.

"When he gave me the Amulet, I froze, I was scared and confused and then he was killed in front of me. I ran, I ran from the sewers, I ran from the city, I ran from everything. Thats when I arrived in the Shivering Isles, the portal feeling more like a home than anything I felt in here in Cyrodiil. I loved it there, my mind felt at peace and my body felt calm. When I became Duke of Dementia, I felt like I was finally in control of my life. But then the Duke of Paranoia, the same man who played with me as a child, a man who kept me company while I was in the asylum, a man who I have no qualms against saying I fell in love with, he betray both me and Lord Sheogorath. And then the Greymarch happened and I had to defeat Jyggalag and then I BECAME Sheogorath. My life felt like it had shattered once more, I had lost my Lord, I had lost my Love, while yes I was now a god, I don't even know how my powers work. And then the Amuket began to have adverse affects on me and my guards, so I had to take it to Jauffre. And thats when I met you." The two where now starijg at each other, HoK's arms wrapped around Martin's neck and Martins hand resting on HoK's thighs. "I will admit, when we first met..."

"I didn't really like you."

"I truthfully couldn't stand you."

The pair looked at each other before breaking out into laughter. "You reminded me of the priests of Mara who tried to heal me of my 'afflictions' using anything but healing magic." HoK rested his forehead on Martin's, who squeezed HoK's thigh. "And when you walked in, I could sense your power and station, which reminded me of Sanguine and my days under his command."

The two sat there in a comfortable silence. Martin could feel HoK's breath on his face and he moved closer. HoK saw Martin's movements and moved with him. The pairs lips brushed against each other, neither wanting to push the other too far. They sat there, their lips on each other's, neither pushing any further as to not push the other away. When they pulled apart, HoK laid his head on Martin's shoulder and shoved his face into his neck. "I know that we both just confessed for our mutual distaste for the other, but I must say HoK, I think I lov..."

The doors to the kitchen were kicked open, causing HoK to push himself off of Martin. Infront of them stood Jauffre, Baurus, and Diana, the woman chosen to be HoK and Martin's Champion. "I have it my Lord." Diana said, dropping to a knee as she held the Amulet of kings up. HoK growled at the necklace and stepped back, the red glow coming from it felt like fire to him. "You have served me well Diana, now, let us get to the Imperial City so that we might stop the Lord of Destruction once and for all." Jauffre and Baurus left the room, Diana following after giving HoK the artifacts he let her borrow. Martin and HoK stood infront of each other, Martin placing the Amulet on a counter so he might be able to hold HoK. The two embraced, HoK placing a kiss on Martins lips and then burying his face into his shoulder. "HoK, I want you to know that no matter what happens, no matter what Dagon does, and no matter what I must do to stop him. I will always love you." Martin kissed HoK's forehead and stared into his eyes. "That sounds like a goodbye." HoK cupped Martin's face and shook his head. "It might be." Martin smiled sadly before turning and grabbing the Amulet. "Martin? Martin what do you mean?" Martin walked back to his room, HoK not being able to follow because of the Amulets aura. Hok fell to his knees in the kitchen, staring at the floor. "I love you too." He whispered, holding his fingers to his lips.