#mlm skyrim

[silusvesuius]

properly drew my 2 skyrimlians; Agnes, the tryhard failure, and the recently born Gorshi, the 'neat' one.. sometimes a good guy, sometimes a bad guy. sort of polar opposites maybe.

and their respective horses !!! 😝🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎

[lucky-fydraws]

Sneak peek as I take my first foray into adult art, featuring my khajiit OC Do'rahgo (and Ra'mihrr).

Still kicking, many WIP (between promised traditional paintings and my fursuit/cosplay)... And to think I'm currently in the "chill" semester. Hopefully pets will be healthy next semester :)

(genuinely feeling alarmed over everyone in the small animal rotation saying they're getting burnout... as someone who has already been feeling like that for months now)

[froobiesalad]

background practice

[hornsent-consort]

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This post might seem a little long, but it’s my first time making something like this, please be kind. Please and thank you!

What I will write:

⟢ male reader (ftm included)

⟢ masc identifying GN reader

⟢ plain GN reader

⟢ platonic relationships

⟢ queer platonic relationships (for my fellow aroace companions)

⟢ slightly suggestive situations

⟢ fluff, hurt comfort, angst to fluff

⟢ teen reader (platonic only if paired with an adult)

⟢ readers and characters with autism (nonverbal included)

⟢ implied SH, SA, and any other types of trauma (not romanticized or sexualized. Only as comfort and recovery topics)

What I won’t write:

⟢ female reader

⟢ fem aligned GN reader

⟢ NSFT or anything too suggestive

⟢ SH or any trauma used as a kink or romanticized in any way

⟢ uncomfortable age gaps, inc/st, gr//ming, anything along those lines

⟢ abusive characters/readers

⟢ cheating

Please make sure that you explain your request thoroughly! I might not understand some terms!

Fandoms/characters

⟢ Elden Ring

Varre

Hornsent

Morgott

Thiollier

Messmer

Blaidd

Miquella (platonic only)

⟢ Skyrim

Gwilin

Cicero

⟢ IDV

Andrew Kreiss

Luca Balsa

Victor Grantz

Luchino

Antonio

Ithaqua

Norton & fools gold

DNI

⟢ transphobes, homophobes, racists, and ableists

⟢ proshippers and creeps

Fem aligned people are allowed to interact with posts, idrm!

[shivering-isles-cryptid]

Velkas: Velimir x Farkas

A Bosmer/Reachman that has to deal with Hircine constantly whispering in his ear comes across a Nord who is constantly fighting the wolf inside him.

When the elf first arrived, Farkas was more than impressed. He, Aela, and Ria had spent an hour with this one single giant, and yet when the elf arrived, it had fallen in 5 minutes. Aela had approached him as he pulled his spear from its chest, his eyes watching her closely, as if scanning for a threat. She offered him a place in the companions, but he just tilted his head in confusion. “What’s a shield-brother?” He had asked, Aela stepping back in bafflement. She had tried to explain, but he shook his head and jumped off the giant, walking away while saying he had other things to do.

Ria was baffled that someone wouldn’t know who the companions are, but both Farkas and Aela waved her off. When the trio returned to Jorvaskr, they were shocked to find the elf was already there, alongside a woman with snowy white hair and a Stormcloak sash across her silver armor, pinned into place by an owl pin. He raised a brow when he saw them, then hummed in understanding before turning back to Skjor. Even standing half a foot shorter than him, the pair gave off just as much, if not more, power and strength than Skjor did, which the man easily recognized and waved off Vilkas’ comments.

The pair followed Skjor into the quarters, with Aela close behind and Farkas behind her. He couldn’t understand it, but he just felt a pull towards the elf. His… other form wanted to be near him, wanted to be with him, wanted him. He stood outside the door as they talked to Kodlak, Aela and Farkas listening closely and staring at each other. “You feel the pull too.” Aela had said, it wasn’t a question, she knew he did. It was an innate feeling, as if his very soul was drawn towards the elf. When the doors swung open, the white-haired woman saw the pair listening in and scoffed before leaving. The elf though, he looked into both their eyes and nodded. Said it was nice to see them again. That he apologizes for his rude behavior earlier. The wolf inside of Farkas growled, urging him to take the man. But he held back, shaking his hand and nodding with a grunt. The elf stared into his eyes, lips pursed slightly before smirking. “Maybe next time.” He said, reaching up and brushing a hand against his shoulder as he left, leaving both Farkas and Aela in shock.

The next time he saw the elf was the 5th of Midyear, when all the beasts were out of control, and the circle locked themselves in the Underforge. Aela and Skjor had slipped out the back for their hunt, while Kodlak and Vilkas meditated in the corner. Farkas sat and watched, gripping his head tightly to try and soothe the beast within. When he felt two cool hands rest on his own, he looked up with a snarl, but it was lost in his throat when he stared into the amber eyes of the elf. “Shh, it’s alright. Don’t fight it, you’ll make it worse.” He said, brushing Farkas’ hair back with a kind smile. Something in the elf’s' eyes made Farkas relax, and the beast inside him to calm down. Even if he didn’t know his name, something about him was familiar, felt like home.

He sat with Farkas, holding one of his hands and massaging the knuckles while they watched Kodlak and Vilkas meditate. They talked, Farkas learned his name is Velimir, he’s from the Druadach mountains, his father was a Bosmer and his mother a Reachman, he has worshiped Hircine since he was a boy but never became a Lycanthrope himself. Farkas told him he was born in Rorikstead, but was kidnapped by necromancers, a Companion named Jergen save him and his brother, but he went to the Great War and never returned, how Farkas was the youngest in the Circle and only accepted the gift because of Vilkas. Velimir nodded, drawing circles in Farkas’ hand with his thumb as he spoke. They didn’t agree on their views of Hircine, but they did share the same view on Lycanthropy. It was fine for those who wanted it, but neither of them did.

They spoke in hushed voices and with soft smiles, Velimir’s hand never leaving Farkas’. When the sun rose the next day, if Farkas and Velimir were asleep in the Underforge, one of Farkas’ arms wrapped tightly around the elf’s waist while their legs were tangled together, that was no one’s business. At least not until Velimir left the next day and the other Circle members felt safe enough to start making fun of him.

It was another 4 months before Farkas saw him again. The moons were the color of blood, and the Circle was once again forced into the Underforge by their second natures. Farkas tried breathing, bringing back the memories of the Night of Hircine, but without Velimir there it was almost impossible to keep the beast under control. It fought against him, demanding the elf, and Farkas was on the verge of agreeing with it. When he finally gave in, leaving the Underforge and preparing to transform, the moon's color was lost and the beast settled. It was no longer pushing to break free of his body, but the urge to find him was still there. He wanted him, he needed him. He sniffed the air deeply, growling lowly as he forced himself back to the city. As he walked, he came across Velimir, who was twisting a silver band on his ring finger. The beast inside urged him toward the elf, and he complied, rushing towards him and smiling softly at his troubled face.

“Farkas?” His voice was quiet, his brows scrunched and lips pursed. Farkas’ smile melted and his beast roared in anger that anything would dare hurt him. Velimir rushed him, arms tight around his waist and face buried in his chest. That sense of power and dominance was gone from the elf, replaced entirely by the stench of fear and sorrow. Farkas held him, the touch keeping the beast restrained without calming it any. Velimir clung to Farkas, his fingers digging into his back through his thin tunic he typically wore to bed. He was shaking, but no tears came out. Farkas was torn between comforting the elf and finding whoever made him feel like this. The small whimper that Velimir made made Farkas’ choice easier, and he carried the elf back to Jorvaskr, glaring harshly at anyone who dared to gawk at his elf. When he brought him into Jorvaskr, the entire Circle flooded to them, the scent of the elf drawing them in. Kodlak and Skjor weren’t affected the same way the other were, made clear when Vilkas and Aela growled at the other Companions for even looking at him.

Farkas let him sleep in his bed, intent on sleeping in a chair before Velimir grabbed his shirt and pulled him back to the bed with more force than he should’ve been capable of. Farkas tried to pull back despite his beasts demands, but Velimir wouldn’t let go and Farkas didn’t want to distress him anymore than he was. He hugged the elf close, resting his chin on the top of his head and reveling in the smell. Velimir seemed to burrow even further in his arms, which kept Farkas far more awake than his beast ever has. In the morning, Velimir woke at the exact moment the sun began to peek through the wooden boards, the little amounts of light that peeked through hitting his eyes and turning them golden. His voice was low and raspy, filled with exhaustion and the pure domestication of it made Farkas’ chest squeeze.

“Farkas? This has to be a dream.” He mumbled, resting his head on Farkas’ chest and holding him closer. “Why would this be a dream?” He asked, rubbing circles into his back and looking down at him as best as he could. “Because it has been for months now.” He answered, his voice showing he was about to fall back to sleep, before he reeled back and stared at Farkas with wide eyes. He scrambles out of bed, rambling apologies and excuses as he rushes to gather his stuff that Farkas has placed on a table. Farkas tried to calm him down, but Velimir just shook his head, which was uncharacteristically warm, as he moved towards the door. Just before he could open it, Farkas placed a hand on the door, keeping both it and Velimir in place.

Farkas looked down at the elf, the power back in his eyes, but he still recoiled under his gaze. “What’s wrong?” He asked, his other hand grabbing Velimir’s chin and bringing his head up to look at him. That’s when he broke down and explained what had happened during the Blood Moons. How Hircine told him to kill a werewolf that stole from him. How he had agreed, desperate to please his patron. How when he got to Bloated Man’s Grotto and saw the werewolf that didn’t want to be, all he could see was Farkas. How he refused to kill him and instead killed the hunters. How he was called a traitor and a disgrace by them, but how Hircine blessed him for his actions. His body once again was shaking without tears as Farkas held him tight, rubbing circles into his back.

Velimir had finished his story, once again turning the silver ring on his finger, the wolf head frozen in a permanent snarl. Farkas reached out, holding one of his hands and rubbing circles into it with his thumb the way Velimir had done for him. They sat in silence for a few minutes, Farkas holding Velimir’s hand as he stared at him. “You know, I kinda liked it when you pinned me against the door.” He finally said, Farkas freezing in place as his face heated up. Velimir scooted closer, the hand that once was in Farkas’ was now sliding up his arm. The beast in Farkas told him to take him. Make him his, mark him as his own. But he couldn’t. It wouldn’t be right, not while he was so distressed. Farkas pulled back, frowning at Velimir, who pursed his lips and looked away. Farkas slowly raised his hand to Velimir’s chin, turning him to look him in the eyes.

“You’re beautiful. But as much as I want to, I can’t. You’re not feeling right and I can’t be the distraction you want me to be.” He explained, Velimir nodding and resting his head on his shoulder. Instead, they talked. Velimir told him about Skuld, the white-haired woman, who was apparently Dragonborn and a seer of Jhunal. She was one of the first people he had met in Skyrim, and she threatened to put an arrow in his throat because he had stumbled upon the Stormcloak camp she was at. Farkas started to tell him about Vilkas, how he was always the smarter one, more charismatic. Velimir told him to shut up. Farkas instead told him about Jergen, the man who raised him, how he taught him how to wield a sword, how to wear heavy armor, how to use his natural strength. Velimir told him about his tribe, the apothecaries that taught him to make potions and poultices, the warriors that taught him to use a spear and bow, the shamans that summoned Hircine on his 16th year.

Farkas told him about the beast inside him, constantly fight to get out. Velimir told him about how Hircine is constantly whispering in his ear, telling him that everyone else is merely a rabbit and he is a wolf. Farkas told him that he was the only thing that has ever made the beast easier to deal with. Velimir told him that he was the only one that Hircine didn’t tell him to hunt down. Neither of them knew how long they had been talking, but by the time Velimir noticed they hadn’t gotten out of bed yet, the sunlight was already gone and Jorvaskr was silent. Farkas invited him to stay the night again, he could sleep in a chair or in a spare bed, but Velimir refused to kick him out of the bed. “There’s enough room for both of us.” He had said sheepishly, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear as he casually fluffed a pillow. Farkas said nothing, merely picked Velimir off the bed, moved him to the inner side, climbed in himself, and held him tightly in his arms.

It was only a week after that before Farkas saw him again. This time he was with Skuld, the Dragonborn, who was now wearing a bear shaped hood attached to her armor, the owl pin still holding the cloak in place. They split apart at the Gildergleam, Skuld heading to the Temple of Kynareth, while Velimir approached Farkas, who was outside with his brother. When he got to them, Velimir said nothing, just grabbed Farkas’ armor and pulled him down into a kiss. When they pulled back, his brother hugged out a “Finally” before heading into Jorvaskr to let them talk. Velimir told Farkas he was staying in Whiterun for the next 2 months. Skuld had some political meeting she needed to attend with Balgruuf, and as Ulfric’s lead diplomat in the Imperial cities, Velimir was to stay in Whiterun with an Imperial diplomat to try and keep the city neutral until the meeting was over.

Skuld was giving him a key to her house, giving him free reign until she returned. Velimir told Farkas where it was, and what times he’d be there, and what times he’d be awake. He offered to make him dinner tonight, show him a few recipes he’d learned when he lived with his tribe. Farkas instantly agreed, his hands firmly planted on Velimir’s hips. “Wonderful.” He said, kissing him again before reluctantly pulling away and meeting back with Skuld before heading up to Dragonsreach. Farkas spent the entire day thinking about Velimir and that night. How excited he was to see him again, how he wanted to kiss him again, how he wanted more, how he didn’t have anything to wear and how he didn’t deserve him, wasn’t good enough.

When the night finally came, Farkas walked to Breezehome in regular clothes, a tray of pastries in one hand, and a bouquet of purple mountain flowers and Kyne’s breath in the other. He used his foot to knock, wincing at the loud noise it made and having to take a breath to soothe the beast inside him and moved the bouquet to his other hand to hold his hand against his chest. When the door opened, he took in a sharp breath at the sight before him. Velimir was wearing a deep green tunic that was unlaced at the top, revealing a light dusting of brown hair on his chest. It was sleeveless and showed off his muscular arms, which had wrapping up to his elbow on which covered his knuckles. His hair was braided back, showing his pointed ears, and some small strands were falling into his eyes. Before he could stop himself, Farkas reached forward and brushed the hair behind his ear, causing both of them to blush fiercely.

Velimir invited him in to the house, taking the bouquet with wide eyes and a red face. “Purple flowers represent stamina and passion. Kyne’s breath represents fertility.” He whispered, placing the flowers in a vase, turning from Farkas’s own burning face. They sat next to each other for dinner, their hands brushing against each other every now and again. They spoke of their childhoods, the events of the week they had been apart, and plans for the next 2 months. When they had finished eating, Velimir grabbed the pastries Farkas had brought and uncovered them. He gasped softly, grabbing one of the small pies and examining them. “It took hours to convince Tilma to let me make something, and she was watching the entire time.” He said, Velimir laughing slightly, biting into and moaning loudly before catching himself. The two burst into laughter, Farkas trying one for himself. They had moved into the entryway, sitting closely together on the couch as they ate.

When they had finished the pastries, Velimir moved close to Farkas, a hand on his shoulder and put his mouth to his ear. “Skuld told me that if we did it in any room except for mine, she’d hang me off Dragonsreach. So I suggest we get moving.” He had whispered, Farkas growling lowly as Velimir’s other hand slid over his thigh. Farkas grabbed the elf, pulling him into his chest and carrying him up the stairs, Velimir’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist and his arms wrapped around his neck as they kissed. Farkas had dropped him on the bed, pinning him against it with an arm on each side of his head. “Take off that tunic. It looks so good on you I’d hate to rip it.”

[lilgoatgal]

Ok, so I haven't seen any art for this ship. Orthjolf and Vingalmo, from skyrim. In the games, they hate each other, but I swear they have bitter ex lovers tension. So I drew it

[supnerdsimbi]

I’d fuck Paarthurnax

[liches-covered-in-lich]

Finally I got to be happy with a suggestive piece <3<3<3<3<3

It’s my Dragonborn (the elf during his health arc where he isn’t so heckin skinny) being kissied by Miraak <3<3<3<3<3<3

Well, technically I would have Miraak look more like a monster with a mask but man. I didn’t want to draw his mask >:/

(Also commissions are open 👀)

[theyre-gay-because-i-say-so]

Today's LGBT+ Headcanon is;

Cicero from Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim-Genderfluid Pansexual

Species: Human

Status: Alive (Depending on player choices)

[critter-in-skyrim]

The Pacifist Dragonborn (Chapter 1)

Ezra's awareness came back slowly. First he noticed his head, how much it hurt, worse than any hangover he had ever had - and that was saying something. Then he noticed his body was moving, as though he was on a ship at sea...but no, as his awareness continued to come back, he could hear the sound of hooves against packed dirt, the creaking of wood. So he was on a wagon, then. Then he heard voices, muffled, but still - Ezra's body immediately tensed up, fear racing through his bloodstream. That fear grew into sheer terror, as he felt the rough binds around his wrists.

He was a prisoner.

In his panic, he must have opened his eyes, because suddenly, someone was addressing him.

“Hey you, you’re finally awake.”

Ezra’s head lolled to the side, his dark brown eyes focusing on the man who had spoken. He was similarly in binds, but unlike Ezra, who was in rags, this man wore a full set of armor. Ezra wasn’t familiar with the blue banner he wore, though. Focusing on his face, the man appeared to be rather young, but weathered, as though he had been through a great deal. His face was framed by straw-like blond hair, slightly matted with dirt and blood. His eyes were a piercing blue color, and at the moment, they appeared full of curiosity. 

When Ezra didn’t respond, the man continued, leaning forward and speaking a little bit louder, as though worried Ezra wasn’t understanding him. “You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there.” He nodded his head towards the back of the cart.

Ezra flinched as another man spoke, his voice dripping with hatred. “Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy…if they hadn’t been looking for you, I could’ve stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell.” He lifted his bound hands, pointing at Ezra, causing him to flinch yet again. “You there! You and me - we shouldn’t be here. It’s these Stormcloaks the Empire wants.”

“We’re all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief,” the blond man practically spat, in the direction of the horse thief. 

“Shut up back there!” the Imperial Soldier driving their cart snapped.

As the cart fell into a tense silence, Ezra could finally take in his current situation. 

He thought crossing the border from Hammerfell into Skyrim would have been easy…but Ezra was never one to be lucky. Of course he had to choose that particular night to make his escape. He went from being one type of prisoner to another…

Ezra shook his aching head, trying to drive those thoughts away. He wished he had his satchel with him, his wine…wine was always good for removing unwanted thoughts, memories… He didn’t want to think about Hammerfell or his life in Taneth or anything like that. The past was in the past.

Ezra jolted, when he felt his foot be nudged. He once again focused on the blond man, who was staring at him with a puzzling look on his face, his head tilted slightly to the side. Ezra would have almost called the look “concern”. This theory was validated when the man mouthed the words, “You okay?” to him.

He was obviously not okay, none of them were…but Ezra found himself nodding slightly, even giving the man a small smile - though it more than likely resembled a wince. The man smiled back at him though, a small, crooked smile. Ezra kind of liked his smile.

Their little moment was interrupted, when the horse thief spoke once more. “What’s wrong with him?”

At first, Ezra thought the man was referring to him and he tensed up, but then he noticed the man was gesturing to the man that was sitting beside Ezra on the cart. This man was wearing an elaborate set of furs and armor, but most interestingly, he was gagged. Briefly, steel gray eyes met his, and Ezra became frozen in place momentarily from the intensity of that gaze.

“Watch your tongue! You’re speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King!” the blond man snapped defensively. 

The horse thief’s eyes widened. “Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You’re the leader of the rebellion.” He leaned forward, seemingly ignorant of how the other man was now glaring at him in annoyance. “But…if they captured you…Oh Gods, where are they taking us?”

The blond man’s own irritated gaze softened slightly at seeing the genuine panic in the horse thief’s eyes. “I don’t know where we’re going, but Sovngarde awaits,” he said somberly.

“No, this can’t be happening, this isn’t happening!” the horse thief exclaimed.

Ezra tried to remain calm, but their words concerned him. It seemed like they believed they were all being taken to execution. But…but that couldn’t be right, could it? Would they truly execute him, for simply crossing the border at the wrong place and time?

Would he truly never taste the freedom he craved?

“Hey, what village are you from, horse thief?” the blond man asked suddenly.

The horse thief had begun rocking back and forth in his seat, his anxiety clearly getting the better of him. However, he sneered when he was addressed. “Why do you care?”

“A Nord’s last thoughts should be of home,” the blond man responded morosely, but matter-of-factly. 

At first, it didn’t seem like the horse thief was going to answer, as his lips curled over his teeth, but then he let out a small sigh, his head hanging low. “Rorikstead. I’m…I’m from Rorikstead…”

Ezra’s thoughts once again turned to his former home, against his will. Regret about leaving was pooling in his stomach. How could he have dared to have hoped for freedom? His brother had always told him that hope was merely fuel for the foolish…maybe that’s all Ezra was: A fool.

And being a fool was going to get him killed.

That sick feeling in Ezra’s stomach only worsened as he noticed they were approaching a gate, which opened to greet them.

“General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!” Ezra heard an Imperial Soldier shout, apparently alerting a man in high ranking Imperial armor to their arrival. He felt a chill go down his spine at those words.

“Good. Let’s get this over with,” the man, General Tullius, responded. 

“Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh…Divines, please help me…” the horse thief began to pray. Ezra thought, perhaps, it would be a good time for him to pray as well, but his head-covering had come off when he was captured - he could never pray without a head-covering.

The blond man made a scoffing sound, his blue eyes narrowing. “Look at him, General Tullius the Military Governor. And it looks like the Thalmor are with him.” His lip curled over his teeth, bitterly. “Damn elves. I bet they had something to do with this.”

Ezra turned his head to watch  the man, General Tullius, as he approached the golden-adorned High Elves on horseback. They spoke briefly, a conversation which seemed to irritate the Military Governor, judging by the look on his face. Ezra could not read too much into this, though, as their cart rounded the corner, beginning to make its way through the town. He wondered where exactly they were…

As though to answer his internal question, the blond man spoke up once more. “This is Helgen,” he said, his voice taking on a fond tone. “I used to be sweet on a girl from here…I wonder if Vilod is still making that mead with juniper berries mixed in…” Ezra found himself missing a life he had never lived himself. “Funny,” the blond man continued, throwing his head back to look up at the tower casting its shadow on them, “When I was a boy, Imperial walls and towers used to make me feel so safe.”

The cart they were on had been slowly making its way through the village of Helgen, surrounded mostly by guard towers and abandoned houses. Now, though, they were approaching the town square, where seemingly everyone was out on their porches to watch the procession. 

“Who are they, daddy? Where are they going?” a very young voice asked. Ezra had to crane his neck to see the little boy, watching them with wide, innocent eyes. 

A man, presumably the boy’s father, placed a heavy hand on his head, ruffling his hair. “You need to go inside, little cub.”

“Why? I want to watch the soldiers!” the boy said excitedly. In response to hearing this, the Imperial Soldier that was riding behind Ezra’s cart gave the boy a little wave, which seemingly amused the boy to no end.

The moment was interrupted when the boy’s father took on a far more serious tone of voice. “Inside the house. Now.”

Once again the wagon rounded a corner, this time exposing the town square…which had clearly been transformed into an execution staging area. Even though that had been what Ezra was expecting, his stomach sank. 

As their cart rolled to a stop, the horse thief spoke up in hushed tones, “W-why are they stopping?”

“Why do you think?” the blond asked, his tone grim. “End of the line.”

[homotron900]

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Now that I know these can be private if I want them to be I’ve worked up the courage to introduce myself to whoever comes across this :P

My name is Val and I'm a 24 year old male. I live in the PNW and keep to myself, so I mostly write and watch movies and shows.

Some of my interests are:

Food, JJK (anime in general really jaja), adventure time, BL, traveling solo, reading, k-pop (2015 ARMY lolol), musicals, every genre of music really - especially rock and metal, animals (I’ve got two cats and grew up with loads of pets so I adore them!) Zelda, fashion, hair, classic movies, fantasy, youtube essays (always wanted to make one but I know I talk to much about things I enjoy but other peoples don't care about too much to), video games (guilty pleasure/nostalgia inducing fave: Skyrim and Resident Evil 1 but Final Fantasy and Borderlands are steady all time favorites) camping, sitcoms (I LOVE arrested development and community), and basically anything you can think of I've dabbled in. I love loving (and using parentheses apparently??).

I dunno what I gain from this but also I dunno what I lose either. I recently stopped talking to a guy I've been in love with for years, he understood me and would let me ramble about my stories and theories and talk about his favorites too. I really thought he liked me too, I guess not enough to stick around though. So maybe this is my new way of droning on and on.

[daedrabait]

I've never posted for WIP Wednesday but I'm taking a long time to finish this and I think some people might appreciate it and that could give me the motivation to continue.

It's a snippet from my Balimund x Veris fanfic I've been working on. Preview below the cut. Sfw.

"I have the salts for you, sera," Veris's voice was rasped, and though he was born and raised in Skyrim, living in the Grey Quarter with the rest of the Windhelm Dunmeri for so long had given him a whisper of their ashy Morrowind accent. It was even more tangible now with the deepening of his voice.

Balimund looked up at Veris with those warm brown eyes of his, his square face streaked with soot from the forge. And then he smiled, and it lit up his entire face, smoothing the crease between his bushy, furrowed brows. The sight made Veris's chest warm.

Pathetic, he thought to himself. Pathetic to let a man you barely know make you feel so soft.

"You do?" The man stood up straight, placing his hammer down. Veris felt dwarfed by the Nord, coming up to his chest in height. He felt his cheeks warm as he dug into the satchel secured to his hip, drawing out the jar he had collected the salts in and holding it out to the blacksmith. "Thank you so much. I didn't expect you to pay so much attention to it, really. I know travelling Skyrim isn't exactly easy right now."

The Nord's brown eyes were shining as he took the jar, examining it. His deep, raspy  voice was soothing. "Excellent. This'll do perfectly."

Veris's cheeks were aflame. He wondered if the blacksmith noticed. He hoped not. "It wasn't that big of a deal," he said, the words sounding a bit feeble to his own ears. Where was the man who had effortlessly seduced guards out of collecting the endless bounties that were on his head? "It was on the way."

That wasn't the entire truth. But what reason would he have to say more than he had already? He'd embarrassed himself enough.

Balimund smiled at him again and then motioned to the forge before him. "How about I show you some things about forging your own armor? I know you're a mercenary; it could be very helpful to you."

Veris's stomach fluttered. The thought of being taught how to smith by such a man was both enticing and daunting. The complicated feelings Balimund gave him made him want to turn tail, but he couldn't deny that spending more time in his presence sounded delightful. And that the learning experience would indeed be helpful to him.

It wasn't a secret that Veris was doing mercenary work, but something about being referred to as a blade for hire without the disdain that usually adorned such titles felt strange. Everyone knew that mercenaries usually did the bloody and less savory work that their employers would rather not get their own hands dirty with. But this didn't seem to bother Balimund.

Balimund was patient as he showed Veris how to shape metal. He was obviously passionate about his craft. They stood close together, sometimes brushing; every point of contact sent warmth through Veris and made his heart flutter. The Dunmer hadn't realized that it had been so long since he had felt the touch of another. It had been even longer still since the touch came from someone he actually liked.

[wicella]

DRIP CHALLENGE 😨😨

(Be my friend challenge level easy😨😨)

[nonegenderleftpain]

There's a hidden bit of trivia in the Skyrim Dragonborn DLC. On Solstheim, in a burned-out house half-buried in ash, you find a small group of bandits reading aloud a love letter that they found. Killing them and taking the letter, you learn of Hrodulf and Bjornolfr - two men deeply in love. By piecing together some half-hidden clues, you learn that the visions and madness that plagued Hrodulf so worried his love that Bjornolfr crossed the seas to find him and bring him home to Skyrim. Hrodulf, upon finding the treasure that his vision drove him to dig for, gathered his things - his journal, axe, a diamond ring, and an amulet of Mara - and attempted to leave for Skyrim by boat, even in the throes of madness seeking to return to his lover and ask him to marry him. He was killed by a spriggan, presumably too ill to fight back. In his house, just past the bandits, is the body of Bjornolfr, clutching a letter from his beloved.

While this is not the touching tale of Jari and Somr, it was the first queer relationship I ever saw in a video game, and it has resonated with me my entire adult life to have seen this piece of me in it. Who at Bethesda had to fight for Hrodulf and Bjornolfr's inclusion on Solstheim? What did it mean to them, to make sure that at least somewhere, even somewhere so obscure as to not have a quest associated with it, there would be someone like us. Someone willing to cross the ocean to drag their lover from their madness and bring them home. Someone who, even when all though has left them, seeks only to return to his lover's arms.

I know there's a lot to be said for queer tragedy and bury your gays, but reading Hrodulf's journal gave me a moment of indescribable joy that has stuck with me to this day. Seeing something that much more powerful in God of War is a testament to how far we've come. What a beautiful memorial.

Rest in peace, Jake Snipes. May his memory be for a blessing.

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Useless rpgs recs. Videogames (not dating sims) where you play or you CAN play as a character who is wlw or mlm

Names and characters/explanations under cut (might contain minor spoilers):

Just a note, when I say romance I mean that there is actual story and plot related to it. Otehrwise for games like Fable or Skyrim (no romance) I will just write "Marry". For the romance games, a more detailed list of characters and romances can be found here.

Dragon Age Origins: You can romance Leliana (f) or Zevran (m) even with a character of their same gender

Dragon Age 2: You can romance all your companions (but Sebastian) indipendently from gender

Dragon Age Inquisition: You can romance Josephine (f) and Iron Bull (m) with any gender, and you can romance a lesbian character (Sera) or a gay character (Dorian)

Greedfall: You can romance Vasco (m) or Siora (f) with any gender

Dragon's Dogma: You can romance any character with any gender

Jade Empire: Sky (m) and Silk Fox (f) are romancable by any gender

Fable series: You can marry a character of your same gender

Skyrim: You can marry a character of your same gender

Enderal: You can romance Jasper (m) or Calia (f) as any gender

Pillars of Eternity: Deadfire: You can romance all your companions with any gender

Pendula Swing: The protagonist is canonically wlw, and you can romance male and female characetrs

Hero-U: The male protagonist can romance male characters too

Cyberpunk 2077: There are different flirts (female characters) that can be romanced by any gender, plus two full fledged romances a wlw and mlm one.

Expeditions: Viking: There is a female character (Roskva) and a male character (Ketill) who can be romanced by any gender.

Expeditions: Rome: There is a female character (Daianeira) and a male character (Caeso) who can be romanced by any gender.

Pathfinder Kingmaker: This game has multiple romances that can be romanced by characters of the same gender, mainly for wlw. Regongar is the one male character who can be romanced by any gender and also in a poly relationship with Octavia. Octavia, Kanerah, Kalikke, Nyrissa are the female characters romancable by any gender.

Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous: Similar to Kingmaker, there are multiple characters romancable by male or female protagonists.

Rogue Trader: One male character and two female characters can be romanced by any gender.

Gamedec: Ken Zhou is the only romance option in game and can be romanced by any gender.#

Black Geyser: The romances are minimal, but there are multiple female and female characters romancable by any gender.

Always sometimes monsters (and sequel): you choose both the gender of the protagonist and the one of the romance.

Divinity Original Sin: If you play alone you control two characters who can end up in a romance (not fully written, almost subtle) indipendently from their gender.

Divinity Original Sin 2: All the companions can be romanced by any gender.

Disco Elysium: If you choose specific dialogue choices it is revealed that the protagonist (Harry) is attracted to men.

Baldur's Gate 1 and 2, enhanced edition: The enhanced edition adds Dorn and Hexxat who can be romanced by the same gender.

Baldur's Gate Siege of Dragonspear: Two romance options are not gender locked.

Baldur's Gate 3: All the companions are romancable by any gender, plus there are some more flirts/less developed romances.

Assassin's Creed Odyssey: Multiple characters through the game are not gender locked for romance.

Eternal Home Floristry: You play as a gay man.

80 Days: The protagonist (a man) is clearly in love with a man, you can also romance a male character.

The Technomancer: You play as a male character, one of your romance option is mlm.

Sorcery!: If you play as a male character you can still romance Flanker, who is also a man and is the one romance option in the game. If you play as a female character there are some dialogue choices that can establish your character as wlw.

Knight Bewitched: The protagonists are two women in love.

Dreamfall The Longest Journey: One of the protagonists (Kian) is a gay man.

Dreamfall Chapters: Kian and Saga are respectively a gay man and a pansexual woman.

Newfound Courage: The protagonist is a gay boy, but also the whole game is about being queer.

Haven: You play as a couple of lovers, who can be two women or two men.

Fallout 4: Some of the romance options are not gender locked.

Morrowind: There is a mod to romance (links of all mods here).

Solstice: Visual novel but not dating sim, you play as two characters and one of them is a gay man.

Mass Effect Trilogy: multiple companions (nb, f or m) can be romanced with any gender.

Mass Effect Andromeda: multiple companions can be romanced wtih any gender.

Hades: The protagonist (the son of Hades) can romance a male character (and enter into a poly relationship).

Icewind Dale II: mods

Icewind Dale: mod (one male character who can be romanced by a male protagonist).

GAMES I FORGOT (EDIT):

The Red String Club: you play as two gay men who are a couple.

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