#morrowind x reader

[ghhoulsallt]

Ninjago Headcanons // Morro

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AN: I love the AU where Morro goes through the Rift during the Day of the Departed and becomes human again/becomes apart of the Ninja (But due to the rumours that he'll be coming back in DR s3, this could also relate to that. Slightly unrelated, but I cannot wait to see Euphrasia and Morro's Dynamic in DR o(≧▽≦)o).

Type: AU, unorganised, General headcanon ramble

Warnings: Morro is severely traumatized, mostly angst

Morro is extremely possessive over everything, even if it's something small. He has an iron grip on everything he deems as his, even if it holds no sentimental value to him, varying from that one glass in the cupboard that has a slight crack in the lip but he refuses to throw it out, to that cat that lives in the dumpster in shadier parts of his patrol area that he's been slowly trying to coax into trusting him, to people. This is wholly due to the way he was brought up, or rather not brought up, constantly fighting for meals, consistently getting abandoned by 'caretakers'/people who he had clung to because of 'safety in numbers' until he met Wu, the green gi being ripped away from him when it was right there in front of him, and then essentially becoming a nomad and forcing himself not to get too comfortable while on his journey of finding the FSM's tomb. He's never exactly had anything or anyone except his powers, so now that he has a place – a person – to call home, he wouldn't be able to stand the loss of his newfound stability.

(If Morro entered through the rift and joined the ninja force before the Merge and he got separated during, I think he genuinely wouldn't be able to handle losing everything around him, especially not Wu)

This also leads to him being a bit of a hoarder, he struggles to bring himself to get rid of things he no longer needs because he was so used to not having many material things as a child that he doesn't want to go back to fighting over scraps of food, being so alone that he doesn't even have items to accompany him.

Morro is actually pretty open with his emotions, but not directly. If he hates someone, they will know because he stands there with his arms crossed and a look of pure disgust on his face like a child who was just told no.

This also works vice versa, such as when Morro is happy/content you can see his eyebrows aren't pinched. It's such an odd sight to the ninja because Morro is constantly in intense thought, and therefore constantly frowning.

I also headcannon that while Morro has a strong relationship with his element, his mood does affect the weather. It's to the point where if the wind's a little too strong it's most likely because he's in a bad mood.

Morro gets along the best with Cole, mostly because of the whole ghost thing and they both have an understanding of what it was like to lose the human part of yourself.

He and Lloyd also have a deep understanding of each other because of the possession arc, they have their own memories and each other's, and in a sense they'll always be connected. But this has led to odd moments where they can't tell whose memory was whose. This has also lead to Morro (After Possession) realising that being the Green Ninja was not all it was cracked up to be.

[oxxytocinoverdose]

can i please get vampire reader x morro comfort... reader tries to keep their vampirism a secret but fails miserably because theyve been starving then they see morro accidentally nick his hand... something is so obviously wrong with reader as they get oddly squeamish at the sight of literal drops of blood

Can I just say, I love this idea!! Because of how different the rules vampires have to follow get, depending on the mythology / media the vampire is from- I’ve taken bits and pieces of “vampire rules” to write the reader. Of course the need for blood will stay in though. I decided to not specify the reader’s gender because it wasn’t mentioned. For the sake of the fic we will pretend blood transmitted diseases do not exist! Additionally, I describe the reader as pale in the beginning. What I mean by pale is a desaturated skintone, not a light one. so readers of any skin tone and ethnicity , can imagine their skin tone , but with much less saturation and vibrancy! Hope you like my characterization of Morro! 👉👈

Something for blood ´ཀ`

Morro x Vampire!Reader, reader can be of any gender, Resurrected!Morro AU , Use of enchanted necklace to protect vampire from sunlight.

photo cred for teeth: @hvsxc on Pinterest

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You moved to Ninjago for him. And you’re hoping you could control your dna for him, too. You hope people can’t tell how pale you’ve gotten. How easily you sunburn, how hoarse your voice sounds and how your palms are almost the same shade as Zane’s gi. However, you’d be surprised if Morro didn’t notice. He stares at you like he’s playing detective. “Have you been eating, lately?” “You know you need black eyeliner for it to be goth makeup right?” “Take this from somebody who lived in the cursed realm- you sound like death.”, “Do you ever take that necklace off?”. You would attribute his habit of looking you up and down, to him having a naturally intense gaze. But the hint of a smile he gets on his face every time you start to fidget with your hands, would tell you he gets a kick out of it.

You thought the blood you extracted from animal meat there would be enough to satisfy you, but it isn’t the same as it is back home. It doesn’t have that metallic taste. It’s not as thick, nor is it as salty as you’re used to. You know all the glucose in human blood is what makes it so good. But you can’t live like that here. For him, you need to change.

So you’ve tried. You kept it a secret for two entire months— but the change in your diet is far too drastic for your body to keep up with, and signs start to show. You have Morro over at your place. You’re reading a book he got you, when you hear the bathroom door open. “Can I live here? The shower at the monastery blows. Takes ages to get hot, water pressure’s bipolar..”

“I wish you’d live here.. but you can’t be bothered to walk 10 minutes from here to the monastery to train, can you?”

“I can’t be putting you in danger like that.. you know how often that monastery gets attacked? Like, bi-weekly. People find out there’s a ninja living here? This entire apartment building’s fucked.”

“You could always quit for me.”, You joke. You know what working there means for him right now. You’d never ask him to leave. He rolls his eyes at your suggestion and dries his hair with a towel in front of your mirror. His eyes peer into a small crack in it, from when you’d bumped it against something too hard when moving in.

“There’s a crack in your mirror.”

”Alright Clutch Powers. What’re you inspecting my mirror for? What do you get out of informing me?”

He moves his finger over to it to assess the depth of the missing shard. You hear him snatch his hand back, and the sound of him kissing his teeth in pain.

“Oh, shit. Baby, you alright..? Did you cut yourself?”

“I’m fine. I’m not a kid. No need to hover over me.. though, a tissue would be great, thanks.”

“Mhm.. where’s that ‘Don’t try to help’ energy now, huh?” Your eyes peer down to the cut, the blood flowing from underneath his thumb- which he’s kept there to prevent himself from bleeding out. You swallow your spit, looking at the wound longer than you intended to. Obviously, he noticed. What doesn’t he notice?

“What are you looking at? It’s practically a paper cut.” You shake your head and walk get him some toilet paper from the bathroom. He’s bled a bit onto your floor. You’re thinking about what a waste it is.. warm blood, fresh from the human body onto the dirty floor. You wipe it, but have to hide how upset it makes you from him. Too bad he’s already caught on. When you stare at his finger, part of your bottom lip under your canines, eyes lidded like you’re staring at something you need. He looks up from the tissue and at your face, raising his brow and narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

“What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing, what?”

“You licked your lip at my cut, you’re looking at the blood on the ground like it offended you.”

“I did not- why do you even notice all this random shit? Are you here to date me or investigate me?”

“Don’t even. Stop ignoring what I pointed out.” “My lips were dry. And maybe I just don’t want blood on my floor..?”

“You were watching me wipe off the blood like— like you wanted to suck me off or something.”

“I think you’re just perverted.”

“I think I’m onto something, cause you still can’t pull your eyes away from my finger!”

You look up again, this time in shame and guilt. Not just because of your vampirism , but because you lied to him. Because you keep lying to him. Because you don’t want to fold so easily. He’s starting to think this is a fetish for you or something. And of course he’s gonna lean into that. He waves his hand in front of you, bringing his pointer finger — the injured one, up to your face, his other hand behind your back. “What? You like it? You like that I’m bleeding out? You like knowin I got hurt? You little sadist.” “Stop it..” Your pupils head to the center of your face, unable to stay away from his cut. You look crosseyed, and he thinks that’s so cute, so he persists. “This getting you all hot and bothered? You-“

You whimper and grab his wrist, the one with the injury, and your wide eyes hone in on the blood. That shuts him up. For a good 4 seconds.

“What.. is up with you..? I’m not gonna judge, just tell me.. you’re kinda freaking me out..”

“N-no…”

“No what? You don’t wanna tell me?”

You’re having trouble thinking critically right now, with your hands shaking around his. But you figure.. you’ve already blown it. What’s the pint of trying to hide it anymore?

“You’re gonna leave me..”

“Atleast tell me what it is before making that assumption.”

“That isn’t helping!” Your eyes are red and watery, threatening to shed tears with one more wrong word. Or right word. With time. He realizes just how serious this is, and how even if it is something really bad- he can’t tell you that. He can’t propose to you the possibility of him leaving. “I’m not gonna go. Just tell me, please. I need you to trust me.” He guides you over to the bed, and you both sit at the edge. You’re sniffling, grip on his hand loosening. “You know Domu. Lots of different creatures and stuff. Their own provinces.” He travelled pretty much everywhere as an kid after leaving Wu. He knew a lot of places.

“..That place with a bunch of monks?

“…Well, they’re like, 30 percent of the population so I guess— but, it’s got a lot more of that. It’s-.. got.. vampires, you know..?”

“..Yeah..? I’ve met a couple. They’re just like anybody else.”

You blink, expecting more of a reaction from him.

“What..? Was that your big secret? You’re a vampire?”

“I.. well, yeah..? What, did you know?”

He almost laughs. He didn’t know, but the refusal to go out in daylight without your necklace- the hatred you have for garlic, those sharp canines he’s always calling hot. The hints were there.

“… well, I guess I suspected it, but they’ve got this crazy attachment to where they live… so I didn’t expect you to be so far from home… aren’t- aren’t you starving? Is that why you’ve been getting paler? God, I knew I should’ve said something!”

You blink again. He’s upset because you’re away from home. You can’t drink the type of blood you need. He doesn’t care that you need it. He doesn’t care that you get the insatiable urge to sink your teeth into random people and get them sent to the hospital in dire need of blood.

“..But- you know what we are. You know how we are, especially outside of Domu-“

“No, I don’t know what you’re so worried about, actually. Enlighten me.”

“..Ah.. I’m getting these thoughts, all the time- people just passing by— and, and I just get hungry the way I did when you hurt your finger, and I feel hungry before I feel empathy- and that’s just so fucked up-“

“It’s your biology to wanna drink blood. Cattle in Domu sustains you, right? But the meat in Ninjago doesn’t? No shit you’re antsy. It’s like if a human person stopped eating protein altogether, they’d get weak. They’d crave stuff with it, no?”

“Biology isn’t an excuse..”

“It is when you’re still a decent person. You have self control, you have morals. You don’t just do what you want. And I can’t be talking about decent people anyway..”

“Morro..”

“Stop it, if you wanna tell me how great and kind and loving I am, it can wait for when the conversation isn’t about you. This one’s about you. And I’m telling you that you aren’t a cruel person for having needs! You aren’t getting your needs in a way that hurts anybody anyway, are you?”

“I- I haven’t been here long. Who knows what I’ll do when those needs become too much?”

“Well you should’ve told me sooner. We’ll try to get you the kind of blood you need. Without hurting anybody. Why.. why are you here anyway? Don’t get me wrong, I want you here- but, why’d you stay after the monastery didn’t need you anymore?”

“I stayed for you. I didn’t wanna live far from you.”

You can pinpoint the moment his heart melts. He pulls you into his arms, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“You left the only place that promised you a stable source of nutrition to be able to see me more often? You left everything you’re used to , family, home, environment, social expectations - all that, for my company?”

“Don’t undermine your company like that..”

He kisses the top of your head, rubbing your back.

“If anything, this made me fall in love with you more.”

Now he can pinpoint the moment your heart melts. He just loves you so unconditionally.

He’s trying to convince you to drink a little out of his cut. You’d feel insane for that. People at home do that with their romantic partners.. however, it feels like it’d be too much to do with Morro, since he isn’t a vampire.

“It’s not like we’re gonna get you the blood you need very soon. Come on, don’t torture yourself. You probably won’t find anyone else that lets you do it.”

You comply, having needed this. He calls it hot, then takes it back, asking if it’s offensive or something- to make your biology a sexual thing.

“…Not to me, no. Sounds like you’re the one with the kink.” “If it is one, I just discovered it. Cut me some slack, alright?”

You’ve never felt more loved and accepted in your entire life.

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also I’m not imagining things , Domu is a real place in Ninjago 🙏

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MY HAND, MY HEART, MY SOUL

Dagoth Ur x reader (romantic) Warnings: mentions of death, murder, corprus, depression, identity crisis, loneliness, reader is Nerevarine and very stressed about it, short appearance of a Dark Brotherhood assassin is a warning too because they are SCARY

Tags: @ramshead-shackles

Notes: I tried going for something more ambiguous this time, leaving the ending pretty much to your interpretation. You're free to choose what I meant by 'your real name' here :)

You stood in a large chamber, its walls the color red. On either side of you, two crowds of people stood, their faces shining with mirth and what seemed like recognition – no, it didn’t seem like it; they did recognize you. They called out your name. Nerevar.

Was it even your name?

A tall man in gold appeared by your side. He took your arm, his hold so tender but cold, it made you want to pull away – he wouldn’t let you. He led you through the chamber, towards some kind of an altar. A reddish-pink altar, you figured – and it moved. It hung from the ceiling, a big, pulsating mass, and pulsated above the ground. You felt the urge to vomit. You turned to look at the man, whose masked gaze remaining facing forward; you tried to scream, but you found there was no air. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish’s, your chest fluttering in vain as you struggled to mimic the process of breathing, hoping against hope that it would work.

But it never did.

The masked figure stopped you in front of the altar, you could see now that it was a heart. A large, beating heart. The man turned to face you, and as you turned your head to look at the crowd, you saw their faces were now decaying. They stared at nothing in particular, the flowers they held falling from their hands. It felt as though you were standing in a field of corpses – and it sure felt as though you were becoming one yourself. The man pulled you out of your thoughts by pulling you closer, three red eyes meeting your own terrified ones. There was something so familiar about this man, about his touch and…

“Sweet Nerevar…” …his voice.

“Sweet, sweet Nerevar…” the man repeated, one hand going up from your waist to cup your cheek. “Come back to me, my friend. Come back, and we shall know no pain!” His voice. You remembered it from… from where? Were you even alive when he first talked to you? Were you even you?

“Nerevar…” he said again, his voice fading away. Or were you fading away? “Nerevar, come back to me… come back…” You awoke to the feeling of a cold presense in your small room. Your trembling hand reached down to your hip, pulling an old, rusty dagger out of your pocket. You opened your eye just wide enough to see someone raising his weapon at you, and in a flash, you threw yourself at the man, slicing and stabbing and tearing at his armor. It wasn’t the first time an assassin had woken you up – but it was the first time you were glad to be pulled out of your nightmare. The Red Mountain stood before you in your next dream. You fell on your knees in front of it, your hands reaching out as if to embrace it. Tears were frozen on your cheeks, your throat fluttering in vain as you tried to scream. You wanted to call out to someone, to someone you knew or you thought you knew. Your body trembled, and the world was silent. Suddenly, a cacophony of noises deafened you, coming from everywhere at once; the sounds seemed to emerge from within you, threatening to tear you apart. A dark figure clad in gold started descending the mountain, and the noises grew louder the closer it got – and then your dream ended.

You woke up, the morning light shining right at your face through the window. Shouts and hushed whispers came from outside, further awaking you from your restless sleep. But it was a voice from outside that made you sit up in bed and your heart beat faster.

“Open the door, outlander,” the unmistakable voice of an ordinator rasped through the door. “By the decision of the Tribunal, you are sentenced to death as the false Nerevarine. Open the door this instant.”

You bit your tongue to hold back a curse, your gaze snapping to the window. You grabbed what little things you had, your hands beginning to sweat as you heard the door shake and rattle. You opened the window, threw out your backpack, and squeezed yourself out afterwards. Thankfully, the ordinators seemed to only be outside your door. You ran without turning back, your legs aching and your lungs burning. You heard your door finally giving in to the force of the ordinators, and it shattered, sending splinters everywhere; the men rushed inside, but they didn’t see you anywhere. “Find the false Nerevarine!” one of them barked, and the men ran back out of the tiny building, spreading out to find you. And you, meanwhile, kept running. Something pulled you to the Red Mountain. It wasn’t curiosity or the need for adventures – it was something deeper. Something ancient, something older than you. It wanted you, bled for you, and painted a way to itself with its blood - it breathed for you. It was ready to die for you.

The road to the Red Mountain was long and exhausting. The people just seemed to get crazier the closer you got to it, and the beginning storm didn’t make it any better. The rare people that you bumped into would tell you to either get out of there or come see the mountain. A terrifying cacophony of pleas and screams and laughter filled the air, and you could feel your mind coming apart from the sheer intensity of the pain surrounding you.

But a single voice cut through the overwhelming surroundings of yours, whispering your name: Nerevar. Your name… since when was it your name? Who even were you at this point?

The voice grew louder when you stopped in front of the mountain. You fell to your knees, your vision growing dark and blurry. You tried to remember a name, a familiar one. It felt on the tip of your tongue, made your head spin and your body ache. “V… Voryn!” you cried out finally. “Voryn! I’m here! I’m back!”

And the skies fell down. They swallowed you whole, devouring your mind and body and leaving naught behind but dust and memory. You now remembered.

You stood in a large chamber, its walls the color red. On either side of you, two crowds of people stood, their faces shining with mirth and recognition. They called out your name.

A tall man in gold appeared by your side. He took your arm, his hold so tender and firm. He made you feel safe. He led you through the chamber, towards the Heart. You turned your head to the figure, trying to read his bottomless eyes – they shone with happiness.

The masked figure stopped you in front of the Heart. The man turned to face you, and as you turned your head to look at the crowd, you saw them frowing flowers at you. You finally felt like you belonged. The man pulled you towards himself, three red eyes meeting your own.

“My dear one,” he whispered, his hand gently cupping your cheek. “My friend.” He fell to his knees, his hands wrapping around your own. “My love. I offer you my hand,” his mask began melting, the gold leaking down his face and onto the floor, “my heart,” his face, revealed, now shone with a layer of thick molten gold, “my soul.”

His cold, gentle lips pressed against your hands, and the crowd called out your name. Your real name. You were home.

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That was so good😶‍🌫️ and don’t worry, your style is so good I’m sure the majority are into it😋 plus I think most readers would focus on Morro, like I do.

I was wondering if you could write more from his pov? the way you portray him JUST makes sense. Resurrected Morro is definitely gonna be exactly how you write him. How about a oneshot where Morro comes back after a mission injured, and reader spoils him and takes care of him? Kinda a mix of fluff and suggestive??

Also do you prefer for the requests to be specific or no?

I’m so happy you find my portrayal of Morro to be accurate to canon!! I think he'd still be a little bitch. Just matured. By his pov I’m going to assume you mean first person perspective writing. So sorry if that’s not accurate to what you wanted! Feel free to request again if you meant it another way. Because it's from his pov and there are a lot of things my version of Morro would not openly admit, he will be a bit of an unreliable narrator. You will have to assume a lot of what he says he feels and does is an exaggeration/ is too toned down. To answer your second question: I like specific requests because I overthink about what people actually want. If a request isn’t specific, I like being reassured that they just want me to do whatever with the small details. With that being said, hope you enjoy :)

Losses, back to back

Resurrected !Morro AU, Morro x reader, reader can be of any gender, fic takes place after the events of day of the departed, Morro!POV

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They let me in without even asking who it is. I suppose I sort of trained them to recognize frantic banging on their door as me, but still, it's dangerous, isn't it? They've got no sense of self preservation. I don't know how they survive without me.

'Took you long enough." I mutter, scrunching up the cloth from my gi into my cut.

"Sorry you had to wait five seconds. What the hell happened to you?"

I shut the door behind me. They're already pulling me by my arm toward that conveniently placed couch. I come here so often, I practically live here. So I'm guessing they didn't want me to walk even four feet into their place without somewhere to lay down. What bullshit. I don't get hurt that often.

"It's nonsense. I had this guy cornered, but because my luck is just so shit, there happened to be this blade that fell from the fuckin- heavens or something like that, and it almost took my head clean off— I won't lie, but I moved in time, sorta, and it only gave me this nasty cut instead..."

They look mortified. They look funny, so I have to laugh a bit before I ask them what that face is for.

"You almost died, Morro. That's not funny. Why do you have to be so reckless all the time? I don't wanna wait for you at home just for you to never show up. And then find out on my own something happened to you."

Well that's just unfair. They sound like a kicked puppy. They look like a kicked puppy. And the hypothetical situation they just described sounds horrifying.

"...Geez, relax, relax. Don't start crying on me. I'm alive, aren't I?"

"But one day you could not be."

"That's just part of my job! I'm a ninja!"

"But you sound like you don't take your own life seriously."

The cut stings, and I make that pretty obvious with the wince that leaves my mouth. I swear, they think I'm trying to distract them from what we were just talking about-- I'm not! It just hurts like a bitch.

They get back from washing their hands. I'm apologizing for bleeding onto their couch, floor, carpet— and they keep saying it's all good, calling me baby; I really don't deserve this.

"You wash your gi often?"

"Yeah... what do you take me for...?"

"You were just holding it against your wound for so long... if it were dirty, it'd get infected."

"I sweat a lot in it. Fell into a lot of dirt. I doubt it's clean. Even if I washed it."

"I'm gonna disinfect it, alright? Here, bite down on this."

She hands me a towel. I shake my head.

"Nah, don't need..."

"Morro. You serious. Your ego just has to come before everything? I don't want you to chip a tooth, I'm telling you, it'll hurt."

"I'm telling you I don't need to bite down on something like I'm bitchmade-"

"You're going to chip your fucking teeth if you don't cooperate. Stop arguing with me when you know I'm right. This isn't to embarrass you, or shut you up when you make too much noise, it's what's best for you. You're going to listen to me and stop rejecting help all the time, as if you always know what's best for you, because you don't. That's why you got hurt in the first place. So take it."

It’s quiet for a few seconds.

“….mm..." That hurt a bit. To be honest, I caved. I was in the right, obviously, but.. no need to win every argument, you know? Especially not the they're so demanding like that. It's really hard to not.. obey, I guess.

I hate that I can feel their eyes on me while I sound like a literal dog. Whining into their stupid little towel. They're so focused on making it better, meanwhile Im being... perverted, to say the least. I kinda wish I was making noises like that for a different reason entirely. What they put on after disinfecting it feels nice. It's cold.

"I'm gonna bandage it now, alright?"

I have to help a bit with that part. Getting it around my waist tightly and all. The gauze keeps it together. And now I can finally breathe. I see their hand coming up to my face, and I look up. They wipe the side of my eye, noticing a little tear there before I did.

"I'm sorry. For raising my voice at you."

"It's alright... I- I mean, I'm sorry... for, I dunno, being childish. The towel helped."

"That's good to hear..." Their hands are on my shoulders. They lay their head on my chest, which is so humiliating, because they can hear my heart racing like it's about to beat out of my chest. I kiss the top of their head, which makes them nuzzle deeper.

"Stop... fucking around with your life. Please."

"I was exaggerating the story, alright? You don't have to worry.. the blade was never gonna kill me...'

"You just... get so focused on a goal... you don't pay attention to anything else. Don't let that happen to you while you fight."

"I won't. You don't have to baby me so much."

"You're surrounded by other ninja every day. People who are much better at treating wounds than I am. You came to me anyway. You wanted to get babied."

I don't respond. I'm just gonna pretend I didn't hear that.

"I'm sorry for makin' you put up with me."

"Don't talk like that about yourself. You know I'm going to argue with you and win, every time."

I'm about to reply whey press their lips into mine, hand under my jaw, the other on my sternum. I kiss back, my arms too tired to properly hold them. But God, am I grateful.

I lost two fights that day.

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I'm taking requests for BSD or Elder Scrolls drabbles :D

I'm very particular with what I'm comfortable writing, so please read these before requesting in my inbox! Bolded ones are my favorites or ones I feel I write well for.

I can do character/reader or character/character. Requests can be something like:

"Character with a [blah blah blah] s/o" "Erm can I cut open Character please?" "Can these Characters be joyous and happy together?" Etc.

WILL WRITE

Masc reader

GN reader

Gore/Whump

Drabbles

MAYBE fem reader. MAYBE.

Genderbends, Trans headcanons, etc.

Headcanon lists

Fluff

Platonic

Suggestive content (but only a little you have to get through my 500 layers of evil ass metaphors before you get to any freaky stuff in my works.)

WILL NOT WRITE

Sexual content/Smut

Hateful content (I would assume that's a given but yk)

Romantic content of underage characters

SHIPS I WILL WRITE FOR (Defeat my EIGHT evil fyodor ships)

BSD:

Fyozai (my first love my everything i love them so much you don't get it)

Fyovan (pleasepleaspleasepleasepleaseplease)

Fyosig

Shibufyo(zai)

Fyolai (sometimes. if i'm in the mood. not always.)

DoA3

Fuku(chi)fyo

Fyoran

Siglai

Souheki

Steincraft

Kunizai

Atsulucy

Kunisano

Sigzai

Moncott

Suegiku

Ranpoe

Fukumori

Fukufuku

If I missed any, don't be afraid to ask!

TES:

Nerevoryn

Nerevehk

Any variation of ALMSIVI

Sheskillmyna (Sheskill, Shelmyna, Hasmyna as well!)

Sheogorath/Sanguine

Namira/Meridia (collect my daedra yuri rarepairs)

Boethiah/Mephala

Janus Hassildor/Vicente Valtieri

(Modded) Lucien Flavius/Inigo

Azura/Vaermina (collect my [gets shot])

Eletuli

Vannimarco

Syl/Thadon

Always ask! I love rarepairs and crackships :D

SHIPS I WILL NOT WRITE FOR

SKK

Sorry, I just can't bring myself to write them and y'all have plenty of content already /lh

TES:

Molag Bal/anyone

That's it I think

CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE /READERS FOR

BSD:

FYODOR!!! FYODOR!!!

Sigma

Ivan

Shibusawa

Lucy

Ranpo

Nikolai

Poe

Yosano

As always, ask if I haven't blacklisted them

TES:

Any daedra except You-Know-Who or Peryite bc I don't fw Peryite

Astrid

Cicero

Nazir

Almalexia

Sotha Sil

Vivec

Cutter (Shivering Isles DLC)

Divayth Fyr

Lucien LaChance

Martin Septim

Sapphire

Mannimarco

uhhrrmm ask????

CHARACTERS I WILL NOT WRITE /READERS FOR

BSD:

Any underaged characters

If you love me you will not ask me to write dazai or chuuya/reader or I will die on the spot

Akutagawa

Paul Verlaine

Tanizaki

Tachihara

Fukuchi

Fukuzawa

These are characters that I can't write for shit, not because I dislike them !!

TES:

Molag Bal

Peryite

Serana. You know why.

Ulfric Stormcloak

OTHER NOTES

This was super long and annoying. Ugghhmm good for you if you made it all the way!!

UPDATE JULY 5 2025: updated lists and ships/characters. much more to choose from now yaaay

[dxwnfxll]

|•| Remembering |•|

Back at it again writing x readers for characters who (surprisingly) have very little

Gender neutral character can be platonic or romantic - Angsty fic of Vivec dealing with grief

Note: Yeah I meant to post this a good while ago and it's been collecting dust in my drafts since I wasn't too happy with how it was. But hopefully it's good now and you all enjoy it!

Vivec was alone, not in a literal sense of course. They were always surrounded by guards and worshippers alike. No she was alone mentally, but that was to be expected right? When one becomes a living god amongst mer you must make sacrifices. They had shared their bed with plenty, taken many lovers to stand by him. But she knew that their 'love' was not for him, not the warrior poet, not the underling of an old friend, not Vehk. They loved Vivec, and that 'love' was truly nothing more than blind devotion.

Many listened to their writings, many practically kissed the ground she walked on. But that was simply because of their title, the 'god-hood' since betraying an old friend. That's not to say she doesn't enjoy it, no they loved how beloved they were. But it just sometimes felt lonely, Sotha sil had casted himself away to the Clockwork city, Almalexia rarely left the temple she stood in, and he'd rather not think of the other friends she had come to betray. The times of old were gone, and he had grown very lonely. She almost missed the old days when they were nothing more than a shadow behind the king.

No, what Vivec wanted was someone to question their words for once without malice, someone who was actually interested in hearing of the Vehks tale instead of Vivecs twisted words, someone who she truly could make a connection with. And almost as if his old gods still listened, they got their wish.

Arriving upon a boat was a [man/mer/Khajiit/Orc], nothing extraordinary about them. Wearing the same tunic as anyone else, it was when they appeared within his temple did she finally acknowledge them. The [man/mer/Khajiit/Orc] stood before them, offering their services to the god.

'I wish to earn my place here, so do you have any available work?'

She liked how confident they were, so many were skittish to come to the living god for the littlest of things. Vivec sat thinking for a moment, floating above the lounge placed under him.

'I have no need for you, but Canon Lievule might have something for you.'

With a point of his finger they nodded back at him, walking away. Thinking little of their relevance at the time, she didn't know how important they'd become later on.

Whispers of the new adventurer circulated through Vivecs city, a [Mage/Warrior/Archer] who was slowly rising from a nobody to someone. Vivec grew worried at first, fearing the threat his old god had posed onto him. But each time they spoke, the ring was never upon their hand, nerves and nothing more.

Vivec began to ask for their assistance often, enjoying their small chats. Of course Vivec had seen all of Tamriel and more, but hearing the adventures tales lightened his heart. She enjoyed their stories, their company and solely them.

It had been a long time since Vivec felt like this, feeling so.. Mortal for once. He grew scared of this, attempting to push them away by acting like a god who was merely too busy for them. But each time they came back, like a stubborn bug and she enjoyed their presence.

What they didn't enjoy though was each time they came back, a new sign of age showed on their face. Wrinkles and grey hairs, Vivec didn't like it. Vivec didn't like being close to someone that she knew would eventually die. A foolish thing indeed, they knew that they'd watch bloodlines flourish and vanish within his lifetime. She had watched those who stuck by her for years eventually be replaced by someone younger. It never hurt then, so why now?

And while she feared that, in an odd twist of fate. It wasn't even age that took them, instead it was the sharpness of a blade. Vivec almost felt it, something was amiss in the air. As if an old instinct finally reawakened in them, they floated down to the steps below. Their bare feet padded against the floor, standing in the middle of the temple they hummed. Confused, he had expected.. Well something. Why else would their heart have thumped like that? Why else did they feel the urge to run like a mad man?

And just as they began to ponder it, their thoughts were interrupted. A guard walking in, the mer pausing as Vivec immediately locked onto them.

"you there."

Their finger pointed to the mortal, the guard immediately straightening up before they bowed their head

"yes lord Vivec?"

They asked daring to not look, as if they were not worthy to look upon them.

Vivec pondered her question, what did they even wish to ask? If the living god didn't know, how could a mere god?

"Have you seen [Name] around? I wish to speak to them"

that's why he felt this way, they were worried. The feeling felt so foreign, they hadn't worried since their mortal days. Since the beginning of their godhood, when they worried and feared Azuras wrath for their transgressions.

"No sir, I haven't. I believe they had left a day ago on an expedition near the forgotten wastes"

the guard finally spoke, releasing Vivec from the cage of their thoughts. He had heard reports as of recently, whispers of a cult of sorts rising from the dead near there. Only she knew that they were no doubt right, of the danger they actually posed.

"Right. Thank you, please inform Councilor Lievule that I will be taking a trip outside the city."

He states as their guard merely nods, bowing their head one last time

"as you wish lord Vivec."

This wouldn't be the first time nor the last they'd use their divine powers to teleport out of the city. It was better that way anyways, walking there would lead to many distracting them. Falling to her feet and either praising him or praying to them. And as much as she loved that, she had something else to focus on.

The area around the forgotten wastes were harsh, Vivec was used to it by now but to any old mer it'd be painful to breathe no doubt. The living god floated just a small bit off the ground, not wishing to hurt themselves on any rocks or sharp objects that laid on the ground. You never know what others could just leave lying around.

Vivec glanced around outside the forgotten wastes, not wanting to go in and have to possibly face the damned cult yet. Finally his eyes caught something, a glint of something shiny nearby. Turning they headed over to it, only to see a rather.. Disappointing scene. A caravan completely ransacked, it's owner lying in a pool of their own blood. Vivecs eyes took in the scene, the bodies of others scattered about, not even their guards were able to protect them.

Finally Vivecs eyes lock on a familiar set of [Armor/Robes] the glint from earlier coming from their gauntlets. Her feet landed on the ground below, taking a few steps over to the body. Vivec felt.. Odd. They didn't know how to explain it, but it felt as if something was about to creep up onto her. That something bad was about to happen the closer he got.

Finally standing beside them, he kneeled. Moving their body so their face was revealed. Vivec felt sick, there staring back at him was the bloodied face of a friend. The [race] they had come to care for, Vivec felt mortal again. Just for a small moment as they grieved in utter silence, placing their friends hands over their chest and closing their eyes.

Vivec stayed like that for a bit longer, staring at the [man/mer/Khajiit/Orc] face with sorrow. Glancing beside their friend, they had found the culprit of their friends death. A cultish who wore the symbol of the sixth house.

"Even in death you still haunt me Voryn."

The living god muttered ever so quietly, finally standing up. She took one last look at the scene, then towards their friend. His hands moved on their own, unclasping an old earring from his pointed ear. He bent down to place it in their hand, balling it back up over their chest.

"I will have to remember you, longer than I had known you [name]."

You've reached the end huzzah! I hope you all liked this story, and I apologize if Vivec seemed ooc in anyway lolz kinda hard to write for them

Until next time!!

Requests are always open! Just check my intro to see what i'm able to write!!

[oxxytocinoverdose]

actually crashing the fuck out trying to find a photo or gif of season 5 Morro with a neutral expression for the oneshot I'm writing. I actually despise him why the hell is he ALWAYS either SMIRKING or FROWNING like can you BE NORMAL FOR ONCE?! CAN YOU MAKE A NORMAL FACE?

[victorianasshole]

A whole mudcrab's worth of meat (Vivec x Masc!reader) Chapter 2/?

So this took very long, but it was either this or graduating, so I had to make some priorities lol. Be sure to give feedback if you like this fic, I'd love to read what you think :3

Includes: 1st person reader, OC character(s), Ohmes Raht reader, masc!reader, Vivec, other canon characters, canon environment

CW: Cursing, drinking, standard elderscrolls fantasy bigotry, Lmk if more needs to be added.

Word count: 2533 Part one

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My head bounced off M’aiko’s chest plate when I whirled around from the palace doors. 

“What the fuck happened in there!?”

I let out a confused yelp in response, my fingers tingling with adrenaline and my forehead pounding from the metal it just collided with. He had to properly fix me to the ground with his hands on my shoulders before I thought to answer. “Uh, they- … You can’t keep secrets around mystics like them. And-”“Are you in trouble?”M’aiko asked, seeming just about ready to throw me over his shoulder and run. It was an endearing gesture if nothing else.

“No.”

“No?”

“This one actually thinks I’m the opposite of ‘in trouble’?”

The taller cat cocked his head, and I only shrugged in response. 

“He seemed well aware of my... Illusionary methods. And took great interest in that. I thought they’d have me arrested or something, but he only bid farewell with a promise of a ‘next meeting’. Maybe he just meant in case I picked up another job, like offered?...”

“Maybe…”

M’aiko hummed, looking at me for a moment as he seemingly tried to decipher something from my words. But then he shook his head, just as I thought he was about to ask further into it.

“We should find an inn to get some rest in until tomorrow. Then we can collect our money.”

I felt a small jab in my stomach, something I hadn’t thought to consider creeping into my mind. “...And then we’re probably on our separate ways, yes?”

M’aiko took a small step back and glided a palm over his locks. It seemed as if he wasn’t much for it either, separating as such… 

We didn’t talk much on the way back through the city. I took the liberty of holding his hand through the large noisy crowds of Saint Olms’ lower-class markets, mumbling something about not wanting to get lost. He most likely didn’t hear me through the crowd, but he didn’t let go of my hand either. The stone we walked on was hot and humid. The midday sun was warm on my nose and made my head boil. The thought of Vivec crept back on me. How their light kind of felt like this. Less harsh, but just as dizzying… I tried to go back over the whole encounter as I quietly followed M’aiko around the canton city, back to the Foreign Quarter. How they had smiled at me when I looked up at them. Or did I imagine that? I had, I probably had. Or how they had called me friend. That part definitely happened. 

I almost bumped into an ordinator in my haze, and I realised we were already over the bridge to the Foreign Quarter. I shook my head and let go of M’aiko’s hand.

M’aiko paid for a room and two bottles of flin. The little cornerclub was new, like the walls themselves, and so the prices were low in fear of bad first impressions. Even so, I did thank M’aiko with a furrowed brow as he came into the corner booth with the two Cyrodilic whiskeys.

“Isn’t it a bit early to lighten your pouch on commodities like booze?” 

He simply shook his head and sat down, handing me one of the metallic flasks. The liquid sloshed inside the container, and I braced myself for the burn it would bring to drink. 

“A proper toast needs a proper drink to do it with. We’ve earned it!”

I had yet to see him as pronounced as now. An extraverted tone never quite fit him, but it still made me laugh. He smiled back at me like he always would when he made me laugh. I was going to miss him, and I had only known this cat for some two weeks. But we had enjoyed ourselves on our little adventure, so it was only natural we got a bit hammered to celebrate.

“To fight and friendship. And also financial gain.”

“May we meet again and get drunk all the same!”

… 

The money waiting for me had been enough for a double-room flat in St. Delyn Plaza. I couldn’t believe it. And there was still enough weight in the pouch for food and decor, as well as some books and paints to pass the time. As I dropped my travel gear on the clay floor and looked around, I realised the contract had assured a bed and kitchenette in the purchase as well. I actually couldn’t believe it. Not because I was surprised, but because I KNEW that my deeds to the temple didn’t call for such a payment. This was too much, and something seemed off. It was as if someone had already paid half before I even looked at the apartment options. I didn’t like it. Of course, I had my theories. But all of them were a bit outlandish. 

The leading theory was that the Lord had something to do with it. I felt as if I was kept at an arm’s reach for a purpose. And their strange departing words certainly attested to that. A whole month had gone by, and they still rang in my head. In the end, I spent little time actually looking for any jobs to keep the housing, only sitting on the balcony with fruit and hobbies. Sketching out the architecture around me, painting over it with gouache, adding fantastical creatures in the corners of the paper. My head going in circles, trying to decide on how I came to be here. And what Vivec would need me for. What they couldn’t just do themself.

But that wasn’t to say I wasn’t thankful. So many nights out in the dangerous open had made me forget about the comfort of beds, or the calm of knowing a stocked cabinet of food was only a few feet away. The neighbours were... Well, they didn’t bother, at least. Which was honestly the best outcome. I couldn’t care less if they took it to complaining behind closed doors. About having an outlander live in the plaza closest to the Lord… If anything, I agreed with them on that being weird. 

But the days went by undisturbed. I had slowly started becoming comfortable walking in the streets of the Vivec. And more familiar with the traffic and smells for each errand I went on. The pawn shops and alchemists began to recognise my face as well. Even the marketplace seemed a little less guarded when spotting my tail. Less focused on where my clawed hands were hiding… One of the merchants had even taken to actually chatting with me. However, the chats often consisted of gossip bordering on interrogation. He probably had little else to fill his day with, so I often just complied and let him ask. There was one subject I had a hard time talking about though. Unfortunately, it was also the one he fished for the most.

“I hear rumours, you know…” 

His voice was always hoarse. One could always hear when he was the one coughing out advertisements for his meats. It stuck out like a sore thumb among the otherwise smooth calls of the other persuasive elven merchants. But I didn’t like those much. His hands wrapped a paper over the ribs I had bought with a practised motion.

“Rumours?” I let out a lighthearted laugh, however false it was. He dumped the pound of meat in my basket and nodded.

“A khajiit does not just show up here, go directly to the Lord’s temple, then gets approved for a home in the most sought-after living area of the city.”

I hummed. I knew he wanted more gossip to spread out of me. With a little shrug, I put some septims on his table. The side profile of Vivec glinted back up at me in the lantern light of his booth. A gem in their long stretched ear, nicely crooked nose… Even in gold pennies, they didn’t do his image justice.

“I’m in no high standing with the God, if that’s what you mean. Where did you hear this?”

“Just whispers from nosy denizens…”

We didn’t talk about much more than that. Rumours. And every time I deflected his curiosity, he hummed a small acknowledgement and let me leave when I wanted to. But I could still feel his red eyes following me out the waistworks. Every time… 

This particular time it was raining. Petrichor assaulted my nose as soon as I got out, and all I could do was stand there, under the awning of the Redoran canton door. Looking on as the rain stained the sandy floor of the canton. Some people rushed past me and through the door, while others shouldered the ashy rain with a grumble. I was in no high standing with the God… But at this point, he owed me some answers.

Arriving home, my mind was fixed and sharp like I had just stepped out into the wilderness again. I searched all the cabinets I had, looking for whatever ingredients there were. Then I could make a list of what was missing. There was an abundance of bittergreen, but no dell’arco spae. I had leftover ciciliani oil from the last meal, so that was covered as well. But where in the world would I find a diamond? I had my mortar and pestle, of course, and funnel and measuring tools. I was sure a lantern could easily be reworked into a burner too. It was just that damn diamond I needed. Dell’arco could probably be found in the market, and if I ended up needing more oils I could just make some.

I sat down on the floor, looking at the spread of tools I had put out. Pulling my hair back and away from my eyes. Was this over the top? I knew how to make a short invisibility spell already. In theory, I could just do that instead of making a longer-lasting potion. My mind wandered back to the nosy merchant then, and how he just so happened to know exactly where i had been, and when… If I was seen walking up those steps again, or even near the temple canton for that matter, the dunmer would be talking about it by the next meal. I had to make that potion. I couldn’t risk being seen.

Diamond could come later at least. I was sure I could make some connections in the Telvanni canton if I tried hard enough, and those wizards were probably drowning in gems they didn’t need. Maybe. I had never really spoken to proper esteemed mages like the Telvanni.

With my list tucked away in my pants and a kwama scone later, I rushed out the door again.

As I had suspected, the healer in the Foreign Quarter had dell’arco. I bought two, just in case of something going wrong in the brewing process. The healer herself, an older breton lady with a permanent scowl lodged into her wrinkles, had outright denied me a third. Either she wanted to use them herself, or she had just adopted the dunmers’ mistrust over the years of living here. I hardly blamed her, dell’arco spae was… Let’s say less than harmless in larger quantities. But never mind that. I had what I needed now, except for that stupid rock. 

The Telvanni were… Kind of a scary option. I’d rather avoid them. So while I got pushed along with the crowd, out of the canton, I started brainstorming other options. Theft? Hey no, I just got here. That would be a horrible first impression if I ended up being caught. If, being the keyword… But no, bad idea. There was always an abundance of adventurers and mercenaries coming through the city, maybe I could sweet talk one of them to some of their spoils? However, that would likely take weeks. I had gotten quite rusty with flirting. Maybe if I just-

I got pushed. Someone in the crowd must have had more urgent places to be, and I was shoved harshly against the railing. Trying to suck my breath back, I avoided looking down at the deep water below me, reeling back to gain my footing. I checked my basket. I checked my necklaces. Nothing was knocked off of me, at least… There were some angry exclamations around me from the traffic of civilians, but I wasn’t focused on that anymore. Looking over the railing made me notice a caravan, terra firma. Better yet, a khajiiti caravan, with merchants. Wealthy ones, likely with jewels to sell. Whoever pushed me just saved me a lot of trouble. 

Stepping over the bridge again felt strange when it really shouldn’t. I hadn’t really acknowledged it, but I had spent a good couple of months by now in the city, without the faintest hint of restlessness under the unmoving structures around me. It almost shocked me to hear the crunch of gravel under my boots as I stepped off of the paved ground. But it hardly made me falter, a sudden urge to run shooting up my spine at the prospect of being on land and doing my own little mission. I practically skipped over to where I had seen the caravan, hardly minding my basket’s contents almost spilling. 

…That was until I almost ran into a massive pahmar-raht. 

I halted, just short of colliding with her belt. As I looked up to see what face was blocking out the sun, the hard intimidating features of the tigress bodyguard concurrently softened. 

She looked stunning. Despite her obvious job as hired muscle, it seemed that the merchant had decorated her attire to look just as eye-catching as the newly unfolded tent behind her. Armoured heavy in local chitin plate, but with Elsweyr silk glittering just beneath it. Oval golden beads dangled from a sash she had neatly tied beneath her belt, matching with her proudly visible bracelets and necklaces. She was, however, also very very intimidating. I gulped my heart back down my throat just in time for her to speak. Not to me, despite the eye contact. To someone behind her. The accent was thick and reminded me of motherly figures from back home.

“Jo’dul, this one found a cub of kin!”

Past her giant shoulders, a deeper voice could be heard. Though it took me a good while to decide where it came from. 

“Bring them here. In a land like this, kin should get discounts.” As she moved to the side for this Jo’dul to size me up as well, my eyes finally landed on him. An alfiq, lazily curled against lavish silks alike the ones on his bouncer. He himself wore as many jewels as his size would allow, both of his small ears pierced threefold. His well pleased yellow eyes settled on my face, looking me over with approval and encouragement. My eyes, however, fell to his jewels. There, behind a couple of golden chains, snug against his chestnut fur, the unmistakable glimmer of a diamond winked at me.

“What can this one get you, friend?”

It fell out of me eagerly before my decorum objected.

“Your necklace.”

[socks-trashcan]

Heres a short 1 chapter elder scrolls comedy i wrote for ao3!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65536258

[starssbythepocketful]

Happy Birthday, Pretty Girl

Spencer Agnew x Hecox!Reader

Word Count: 2.6 (good lord, that’s a lot for me)

TWs: Five year age gap, female reader, I gave reader my own bday cause why not it’s my bday today, reader is under 5’5”, coworker relationship (idk man like I said in my lil sneak peek, I was stoned for most of writing this but it’s my bday so wahoo),

Smosh Masterlist

*******

Friday Night -INT: Buca di Beppo

Birthdays are important. It’s a day to gather with loved ones and celebrate. Or just be glad you made it another year.

You loved any chance to spend with your friends. Granted, you worked with most, if not all, of your friends. And your job was fun. But still! It was always made you happy to get together outside of work.

And what a get together it was. Your brother, Ian, had helped you with getting as many of your coworkers as possible to meet up at Buca after work on the Friday before your actual birthday.

You were sandwiched into a seat between Angela and Chanse at the moment, taking a selfie with your birthday buddy. Your birthday and Chanse’s were only a few days apart and you had no problem sharing the spotlight.

Angela smacked you in the arm suddenly. “He’s here.”

You and Chanse looked at her. Her stare only grew more insistent. As if she was implying something that should have been obvious.

“He’s here.” She repeated.

“Girl, who’s here?” Chanse questioned.

Angela threw a quick glance over her shoulder before leaning closer and lowering her voice. “Spencer.”

You glanced from your friend to the aforementioned man as he approached the table. Only to whip your head back around to Chanse as you heard a gasp leave him.

“You told Angela but you didn’t tell me?” Faux offence was written all over his face.

“No. I told Tommy, who accidentally told Ang.” You jerked your head towards Tommy, who had sat across from the three of you with a glass of wine while you had been distracted by Spencer.

“And you didn’t even mean to tell me.” Tommy admitted. “It just slipped out behind the scenes during Smosh Under the Influence.

The moment flashed quickly through your head as you felt Angela stand suddenly. You gave her another curious look as she moved to the other side of Chanse.

She leaned across him to quietly whisper at you, “This way he sits by you.”

“Oh my god.” Chanse muttered.

Your felt your cheeks and ears grow warm as the recently vacated chair next to you was soon occupied by none other than Spencer Agnew.

You and Spencer had known each other for years. You were 20 to his 25 when you met, you having not officially joined your brother’s Youtube Channel until then. You had bonded with him over a shared love of video games, Morrowind being a shared favorite.

You were friends. Close friends. But you, just like you had said in your drunken confession to Tommy, had fallen hard.

It wasn’t weird for you to hang out with Spencer. You’d carpooled with him to various off site filming locations (granted there was other people in the car but still! It counted!), you also often escaped to the editors hub to hide when you were tired or you’d have Sunday afternoons spent over discord with a shared cozy game of Minecraft.

But oh how you wanted more.

Heck, you had seen the fan edits of you and him online. There were several Reddit threads that were trying to figure out if you both were pulling a Shayne and Courtney. The fans’ reaction to the idea was about 80% positive. There will always be someone who doesn’t approve. But the overall reaction had you hoping that maybe one day there would be something.

“Hey there, birthday girl.” Spencer gave you that smile of his and you felt yourself smiling back before you even thought about it.

“Hi, Spence. Glad you could come.”

“I wasn’t gonna miss your Birthday Dinner,” he said, deep blue eyes looking directly into yours. “In fact, I was wondering…”

He trailed off sounding nervous and you felt Tommy gently press the outside of his foot to the outside of your own as well as a Chanse grab your (shirt/dress) from your right as they both pretended to listen to something Amanda was saying. Both unseen gestures, but you knew they were listening to your conversation and you were grateful for their support and excitement.

Unfortunately. Ian happened. Your wonderful, kind, not at all going to be strangled later brother.

“Hey, do you wanna do gifts while we’re waiting for our meals or after?” He had walked over and leaned right between the two of you, forcing you to break eye contact.

Tommy sighed and threw back the rest of his wine and Chanse groaned. The moment was gone. Whatever feeling had been lingering in the air had evaporated.

“After, Ian.” Was all you said. As he retreated, he glanced between you and Spencer and you could almost see the lightbulb go off as he figured it out.

Conversation continued. You spent the rest of the night with your friends, making sure to talk with everyone, but always drifting back to Spencer’s side. You had caught a thumbs up from Anthony at one point and you rolled your eyes. Of course Ian had told him.

It was almost 11 pm and most of the Smosh family was filtering out into the parking lot. You were still inside, making sure nothing was left behind and were just about to turn to leave when someone caught you by the hand.

It felt like a movie scene in your mind as you turned back to Spencer.

“Hi.” Your voice sounded soft in your ears and there was a twinkle in his eyes.

He didn’t release your hand as you turned to face him fully, taking a step closer.

He looked down at your conjoined limbs. “I was wondering…”

“Yes?” You took another step, choosing to make a bold move and lace your fingers through with his.

A moment passed.

“Your birthday. Not today, the actual day. Can I take you out to dinner?” He said quietly, a nervous energy running through him as he continued to stare at your hands.

He finally looked back up at you. “As a date.”

The air left your lungs and your smile turned into a full blown grin.

“Yes! Yes, absolutely!”

The nervous undertone vanished and a grin took its place. “I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“Yes, I’d love that.” Your heart was through the roof with excitement.

“Cool.” He said trying to sound cool, but the excited grin gave him away. “Can I walk you to your car?”

A light giggle left your lips. “I came with Ian, but yes.”

As you walked out of the restaurant, you kept Spencer’s hand in yours, the warmth in your cheeks cooling as the outside air greeted you.

You spotted Ian leaning up against his car talking to Anthony and you headed over. Spencer released your hand as you reached the car.

Ian turned from Anthony, both of them saying bye to each other, not having noticed the two of you until then. Anthony gave you and Spencer a wave before leaving.

“Ready?” Ian asked. You nodded and he hopped in the car.

“I’ll see you soon, Spence.” In a bold move, you leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek before getting into the car, too.

When you peeked at his receding figure in the rear view, him cheeks were red and he had a giddy grin. He shook his head, looking at the car driving away before he headed to his own.

***

Friday Night INT: Hecox Sibling Home

As soon as you were home you took off for your room. Ian had barely taken the keys from the ignition and you were gone.

You were usually pretty grateful for the fact you shared the house with your brother. Added a sense of safety, saved money, and it definitely helped that you both worked at Smosh.

But in that moment as you shut your bedroom door and whipped out your phone all you wanted to do was scream.

There was a new group chat that was formed. Chanse, Tommy, and Angela were in it and Tommy had simply said, “Well?” Angela and Chanse had each sent a “👀”.

A laugh escaped you as you went through your nightly routine and got in bed. Chanse had added “Storytime miss maam.”

You: He asked me out.

Angela: TEV BUCKS TOMMY.

Angela: *ten

Tommy: 😳😳🫡🫡

Chanse: Andddd?!??

You laughed to yourself again as you quickly relayed the details to your friends.

You heard a knock and Ian stuck his head in. “Got a sec?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” You said, sitting up as he took a seat in your desk chair.

“You okay? You vanished as soon as we got home, I just wanted to make sure you’re ok.” He confessed.

You smiled. You had such a great older brother. Granted, he was definitely still a brother. But he looked out for you and you appreciated it.

“It was honestly the best night, Ian. Thank you for helping me round up everyone.”

“Of course. I know you just had a whole dinner, but do you want to do something on your actual birthday? Just the coolest Smosh siblings?”

“We’re the only Smosh siblings,” you laughed. “And I’m ok. I actually have a date that night.” The last part was admitted a little more softly than the rest.

Ian’s eyebrows shot up. “Who is it? Is it Spencer?”

While you were sorta surprised that he got it on the first guess, it made telling Ian that you have a date with a coworker less nauseating. You nodded at his question.

Leaning back in the chair, Ian continued, “You’ve liked him for a while, huh?”

You nodded again, a slight smile on your face.

Ian looked as if he were in deep thought for a moment before nodding. “That’ll be good. He’s a good guy.” He stood and stretched, ready to head off to bed. “Night, dude. I’m proud of you.”

“Night, Ian.”

Monday, Almost 7 pm -INT Hecox Sibling Home

“Ian! He’s gonna be here any minute!” You said as your brother had you cornered in the kitchen.

“Exactly! You’re gonna stay in here and I’ll get the door.”

You rolled your eyes. Were all older brothers like Ian? Both oblivious and caring and annoying all in the same go.

After a few more moments, there was a knock at the door and Ian was dust in the wind. All you could do was shake your head and follow after him.

Ian had a giant smirk on his face as he leaned against the wall by the door.

“You can answer it yourself, I know you want to. Have a good night. Shoot me a text if you’ll be home after 11, that way I don’t think you’re a robber.” And with that, he left you alone at the front door.

You took a deep breath before pulling it open.

Spencer had spiffied up just for you, you could tell. The jeans were dark and paired with a well-fitted button down that brought out the blue in his eyes.

A single red rose was held in his hand, which he offered to you.

“You look incredible.” He said softly.

Your face warmed. “You too.” You reached out for the rose, your fingers brushing against his as you accepted the flower. “Thank you.”

The tips of his ears turned red as he glanced away smiling. He offered you his arm. “May I?”

You laughed. “You may.”

The playful energy carried into Spencer’s car, the conversation casual and light.

“Am I allowed to know where we’re going?” You asked him.

He smiled. “I hope you won’t mind me taking you to two different stops? I have something planned.”

“I trust you.”

If possible, his smile seemed to get bigger and as he drove, he offered his upturned palm to you in a silent invitation.

You couldn’t even imagine refusing.

Spencer parked in front of a small pizza joint and looked at you. “Stop Number One.”

It was a simple, serve-by-the-slice kind of place. But it smelled better than any chain pizza shop you’d ever been in.

“I take it you’re about to tell me that this is the best pizza you’ve ever had?” You asked him as the two of you got in line to order.

“Yup.” Spencer drew the word out so that the ‘p’ made a pop sound. “And this is gonna sound basic, but their pepperoni pizza is my favorite.”

“I think I’ll take your reccommendation then.”

You both stepped to the counter and Spencer ordered. As you reached for your purse, intending for paying half at the very least, he gently stopped your arm by snagging your hand and quickly paying.

“Nice try, pretty girl. You’re not paying for a thing.”

Your face heated for what felt like the millionth time that night. You wondered briefly how someone could sound so casual and confident but their hands felt so clammy. But you knew that you were in the same boat.

As the two of you found a seat with your food, you told him the joke you had found online the other day.

“Hey, did you hear the weather forecast in Tamriel this week?”

“No, what is it?” There was that smile again.

“Today, rain. Tomorrow, wind.” You finished off your lame joke and anxiously took a bite of your pizza (it was really good).

“What do you call a khajiit that has lycanthropy?” Spencer fired back, taking a bite of his own pizza.

“I dunno, what?”

“An Elsweyrwolf,”

You both laughed. It was easy to be around Spencer. Yes, you were nervous as all get out, but it was a first date and he was probably feeling the same. But as the two of you sat and chatted over your pizza slices, you realized just how easy it really was.

Eventually it was time for Stop Number Two.

A Retro Arcade.

Spencer bought the two of you passes to play and you both roamed the 80s and 90s arcade games.

“Play Galaga with me?” You asked.

“Game on, birthday girl.”

***

Friday, almost 11 pm EXT Hecox Sibling House

Spencer pulled up to the curb and parked.

“Can I walk you to your door?” The tender tone was back.

You nodded and the both of you walked in comfortable silence to the front door.

“I had a great time tonight, Spence. Best birthday ever. Thank you.” You said to him.

“I also had a fantastic time tonight and wouldn’t be opposed to having many more of them, if you’d like?” His dark blue twinkled with hope.

“Are you saying you want to keep going on dates with me?” Your voice grew soft, almost a whisper but not quite.

“Amongst other things,” He stepped closer.

“What kind of things?” Your eyes flickered down to his lips and then back up.

“Well, I want to call you my girlfriend, but I don’t want you to think we’re moving too fast.” He paused, your noses brushing gently as you slowly gravitated towards each other.

“You can call me that.” Now you were whispering.

He grinned and let out a quick huff of air, almost a happy laugh. “I also really wanna kiss you.”

“Okay.”

His hands reached instantly to cup your face and pull you that final inch to him. It was tender and sweet and you had faint memories of dreaming of storybook kisses as a child. This was one of those fairytale sort of kisses. The first kiss that everyone wants. When you parted, you didn’t go far, choosing instead to press your face into his shoulder and laugh breathlessly as he wrapped his arms around you.

You both stood in that cozy, comfortable silence for a moment.

“I was serious.” Spencer said. “I want to call you my girlfriend.”

“And I was serious too. I want you to call me that. I’d like to call you my boyfriend. It doesn’t feel too fast, Spence. If anything it sort of feels like it should have happened forever ago. It feels right.”

His arms tightened and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m gonna let you head inside, I’ll see you first thing in the morning, yeah?”

“Bright and early.” You smiled at him, making your way inside. “Night, Spence.”

“Happy Birthday, pretty girl.”

[vncannyvalleygrrl]

My Masterlist :D

request/question status: closed

check me out on my ao3

Smiling Friends:

Pim Headcanons (general, dating, nsfw)

Charlie Headcanons (general, dating, nsfw)

Glep Headcanons (general)

Allan Headcanons (general, dating, nsfw)

Allan x Shy Reader Hcs (dating, small nsfw)

Allan x Demon Reader Hcs (general, dating, nsfw)

Allan x Reader w/ an Anxiety disorder (general, dating)

Pim/Charlie x Shy Janitor Reader (separate hcs, general and dating)

Allan x Considerate Reader (general, dating, nsfw)

Charlie x Bratty Male Reader (general, nsfw)

Clingy Allan/Clingy Charlie x Reader (dating only)

Pim x Tall/Bubbly Reader (general, dating)

Allan x Reader w/ vision problems (coming soon!)

Allan x Reader w/ a degradation kink (coming soon!)

Other:

Birchum x Karponzi (mdni)

fandoms i write for and rules for requests below the cut!

Fandoms I will write for:

Smiling friends

YOLO Crystal Fantasy/Silver Destiny

Team Fortress 2

Gravity Falls

Read Dead Redemption 2 (will only write for micah if someone's beating the shit out of him)

Spider-Man ITSV/ATSP

Some Marvel Francises (Deadpool, Venom, etc)

Elder Scrolls 3-5 (still playing through morrowind)

I have no mouth and I must scream (IHNMAIMS)

Will add more once I remember to :p

Request Rules:

No asking me for money??? I got a request asking for $300+ and like... I write fan fiction on Tumblr. What makes you think I have money.

SFW and NSFW are allowed!

I will happily write platonic stuff I go crazy over that

Headcanons and one shots allowed (need a topic/scenario to go off of)

I can write for readers who have certain conditions like autism or schizophrenia but I'm sorry if I get any details about it wrong, all I ask is that you specify what you personally experience with the condition you would like me to mention. I'll be more accurate if it's something I actually have.

I can write for cis, trans, non-binary, and intersex readers!

I can also write for any flavor of sexuality!

For NSFW, I won't touch topics about fetishes. I don't want to kink shame but I am shaming this time. BDSM, public, etc don't count, I'm talking stuff like scat.

I can touch on sensitive topics like self harm, eating disorders, addictions, etc, but only if it's about someone trying to RECOVER from them. I do not support someone hurting themselves in any way.

For the love of GOD no illegal requests. I will not write about someone under 18 or an animal if it includes dating and/or NSFW. I would rather shit in my hands and clap than write something that degenerate.

No yandere/dere stuff. I'm sorry but it is so corny to me.

Just use common sense pls 🙏

[priafey]

AO3 Twenty Questions

tagged by @ladytanithia. a big thank you, as always!

tagging @inkoherentwriting, @azures-grace and YOU, dear reader

(copy/paste for the questions below the cut)

1 – How many works do you have on AO3?

Four, not counting the work I published as a reference list for my OCs.

2 – What's your total AO3 word count?

84,627

3 – What fandoms do you write for?

Just TES:Skyrim for the moment. Sadly, I haven't been able to play any of the other games just yet.

4 – What are your top five fics by kudos?

I'm dying for Among the Many Lost Souls to surpass Sought and Found. It was my first venture into longform writing and it shows. Bleh.

5 – Do you respond to comments?

Almost always. If I don't respond, it's usually because I tried my darndest and couldn't think of a constructive or meaningful response.

6 – What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The one I'm writing right now :3c (Among the Many Lost Souls). I'm putting Gwilin through the wringer and then I'm gonna hang him out to dry.

7 – What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Sought and Found, I suppose.

8 – Do you get hate on fics?

No, I don't. I lowkey wish I did. Firstly, because haters can be remarkably perceptive, and, secondly, because I am as interested in what makes someone scrunch up their nose or click away from my fic as I am about hearing people's thoughts on what was well-executed about them. I think my stuff is too niche to really draw a lot of negative attention (right now, at least).

9 – Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Always, my man! I consider it my moral duty to make my characters fuck nasty. Why? BECAUSE IT'S HOT DUHHH

10 – Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

People who write crossovers scare me so bad. I can barely limp my way through having to structure a plot around already-existing lore and making sure everything that happens in the story is congruent with in-universe rules, meanwhile there are people out there writing Skyrim x The Walking Dead crossovers. It's cocobananas.

11 – Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know. I don't really give a fuck if people steal my shit. Fighting with someone over authorship of a work that is principally riding on the coattails of an existing IP, which can't even be monetized, mind you, feels like a real 'race to the bottom' situation to me. I'm well aware of the quality of my work and I'm proud to have the drive to constantly better my skills. That's all that matters.

12 – Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. Though I did start translating Sought and Found into Spanish, I dropped it when I started writing Among the Many Lost Souls. In any case, I would be so, so touched if someone decided to translate a fic of mine.

13 – Have you ever co-written a fic?

Also nope. Never tried collaborative writing outside of an academic setting. Totally open to it, though!

14 – What's your all-time favorite ship?

Uh, I'm not real big on shipping existing characters. I mostly just think about my OCs, or my friend's OCs, with each other. Aside from Gwilin x [pretty much every other NPC in Skyrim], I think thoughts about @abstractredd's guys, Hedgrod and Athrar, quite often.

15 – What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Fic-related WIP? Just one. I wanted to write another romance fic (like Sought and Found) featuring a netch farmer who's a cowboy-type character. Sexy Dunmer with a southwestern accent. Brokeback Mountain: Morrowind Edition. You get the picture.

I might still finish it, but I'm reluctant to even touch it because I haven't played Morrowind, and would have to do a real deep-dive into everything related to Dunmer in TES lore to write it. I know a lot already, but I never feel like I know enough, y'know?

16 – What are your writing strengths?

I've been told I'm good at setting a scene and painting a picture. This is, I think, a new ability I acquired in the past year or so. I've also been told my smut-writing abilities are pretty good, which is always nice to hear :) If I had to list what I consider to be my own strengths, I'd add that I've gotten a lot better at cutting the fat out of my writing (especially from dialogue tags and in describing facial expressions and body language).

17 – What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue is a bitch a half for me to write. It's probably the thing I most obsessively tweak before publishing. I think my dialogue tends to fall short.

Pacing is another issue. I often criticize, in other fic author's works, that they present an interesting image or idea and then leave me hungry because they don't elaborate on it, but I am the biggest culprit of this if I don't constantly remind myself that, yes, people want to hear more about this or that. They want you to mystify it, justify it, make it sexy, make it like a puzzle for them to solve. You can't just leave it cut-and-dry, much as my autism compels to do because "It's quite literally saying the same thing". Like, that's great, bestie, but you have to elaborate! Say the same thing just make it sound cooler than it is!

18 – Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

This is cool. I don't mind busting out Google Translate to enjoy a fic. That mouse-hovering feature that lets you add alternative text to a fic on ao3 is super useful for this sort of thing.

19 – First fandom you wrote for?

My first, and only other, fandom: My Little Pony. I was 12.

20 – Favorite fic you've written?

I love them all for different reasons, BUT Among the Many Souls has blood and sex and drama in it, so yeah. It's in the lead.

1 – How many works do you have on AO3?

2 – What's your total AO3 word count?

3 – What fandoms do you write for?

4 – What are your top five fics by kudos?

5 – Do you respond to comments?

6 – What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7 – What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8 – Do you get hate on fics?

9 – Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10 – Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

11 – Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12 – Have you ever had a fic translated?

13 – Have you ever co-written a fic?

14 – What's your all-time favorite ship?

15 – What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16 – What are your writing strengths?

17 – What are your writing weaknesses?

18 – Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19 – First fandom you wrote for?

20 – Favorite fic you've written?

[seva-over]

💫 You are lead inside a massive spaceship by a young man in a suit. He smiles and gestures at a place for you to sit. As you do, he hands you a small tablet. The lights turn off, and a young woman comes out of the cockpit. She smiles at the audience and starts speaking... 💫

Welcome to our spaceship, 'Silver Star'! I am its captain and owner, Severia G. Over. You can call me Cap or Seva, if you like.

💫 Your tablet lights up, and a list of familiar names appears on the screen. Seva continues speaking. 💫

This is a list of fandoms based on which you'll be able to find fanfics, fanarts, or discussions in the spaceship's database!

Silent Hill 2

Batman: the animated series (Recovering - Batfam x reader)

Lord of the Rings, the Hobbit, and the Silmarillion

The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim (A cozy night - Miraak x reader), Oblivion (More than an Emperor - Martin Septim x reader), Morrowind (My hand, my heart, my soul - Dagoth Ur x reader)

Fallout 3 (Where have you been all my life? - Colonel Autumn x OC) and Fallout: New Vegas (His very heart - Joshua Graham x reader)

pretty much any horror media, such as classic slasher movies and analog horror

DOOM (A fate worse than death - Prince Ahzrak x reader)

Resident Evil (general knowledge)

💫 After the lights flicker back on, you are escorted to your room. It's a spacious room with a calming atmosphere, a screen on the wall, and a big bed. You feel safe and comfortable. As you settle in the bed, you look out the porthole. Seva's voice rings out through the intercom... 💫

We're taking off in three... two... one!

[skyrim-forever]

22, 18 and 12 for the Asks To Spread Love

Awe thank you friend!

22. Give kudos to someone who deserves recognition for their contributions to the fandom (event mod, server mod, creator of rec lists, etc.)

I'm going to go with one of my favourite blogs @argisthebulwark they write some amazing works (at my core im an x reader gal), so many different characters and it's all so good too??? My self-care routine includes going to their master list and rereading anything with Teldryn Sero or Erandur. If you're not reading their work what are you doing then??? :P

18. Something you initially did not like but came around to

Never in a million years did I ever think I'd want to play Morrowind but here I am! Ready to purchase it next payday haha

Also Master Neloth, I went from having no opinion on him to <3 <3 <3 because of tesblr brainwashing :P

12. Recommend some fanart of an uncommon character, place, or event

I'm going to recommend this post by @thana-topsy because it is truly one of my favourite things on this website, Bong Neloth is beautiful and just like me :)

[dayundying]

(KICKS DOWN DOOR) HELLO STRANGER! I love your idea I'm playing.

Vivec: Need I say more? Ugh. I do need? :/ Fineee... One time I read a well written vivec x reader fanfic, well written enough for me to see the vision I was like. OP. Ur right. I love him. If I had to put my finger on WHY I like him the way I do I guess I'd say he has a lot of like. Tumblr blorbo potiental in the character that he is? Partially genuinely endearing partially annoying partially FUCKED UP! He deserves more love but so does like. All of morrowind. Also addendum to my point: Almalexia but she doesn't get her own section because we ALL have a crush on Almalexia!

That one dunmer girl in raven rock that flirts with you: I forgot her name and I cant remember for the life of me. Usually I find characters in Skyrim who flirt with you really annoying and mundane? But she made me go "TEEHEE... HI..." I'm pretty sure its like Raven Rock trivia that she's secretly fucked up and yet? I wish there was more content of her. Or just any observation of her? And on the topic of Dragonborn NPCs...

(Also if I ever figure it out I'll come back to fix my poorly remembered entry. Sorry dunmer lady :( )

Ralis Sedarys!!!: Another npc who I realized I liked upon seeing people love him on Tumblr. Yes Ralis take all of my money whatever you want Ralisssssss 🫡 I've never had him as a follower but... sigh. Someday. I deserve it

Will you forgive me for adding another dunmer? Good. Gabriella, you know, that dark brotherhood lady?: I LOVE HER!!! She makes me laugh shes cute and funny we are BSF. Shes not new to this list, I have liked her ever since I played the dark brotherhood questline and talked to her, in which she says, from UESP: When asked about herself, she replies, "What a curious question. Well, I enjoy moonlit nights, taking long walks on the beach, knitting and unicorns. In fact, I once took a seaside stroll, on a moonlit night, and discovered a unicorn... which I proceeded to stab in the throat with a crochet needle. I'm a woman of refined, yet simple tastes." I LOVE A WOMAN WITH A SENSE OF HUMOR! Assuming that was her being funny, though, being in the dark brotherhood I can see her being completely serious. Anyways, shame she dies but I'm not too hung up about it, its the dark brotherhood afterall. Everyone dies! Bonus to even out this out, but also an obvious answer, Lucien Lachance is cute in Oblivion. Yeah thats all I have to say LOL

Scouts-Many-Marshes: GIVE IT UP FOR THE BEAST RACES !!! A simple pick but I saw another Tumblr user appreciating him and I was like. You're right. I love him. Our husband now (Said communistly) It's funny I don't think I've actually done his marriage favor cause I hate going to the windhelm docks? I still love him tho. I go there and I go "OH MY GOD SCOUTS HIIII :D!!!"

Kharjo: I dunno! He's very sweet and handsome and I like him, also he has a really neat design as a khajiit :3 I think hes another popular pick but it doesn't change the fact I like him!

J'zargo: I DONT HANG OUT WITH HIM ENOUGH! A crime. Hes funny and his overconfidence is very cute. I guess one thing you should know about me from this list (aside from that i love dunmer) is that I LOVE a person with a hubris!

TES Crushes

I'd really like to get to know people in the fandom space, so here's an open invite to discuss something fun!

Which NPCs in TES (all games included!) do you crush on, and why? They don't have to be marriage candidates (in vanilla), just people you find yourself blushing around. Hell, it could be a Deadric Prince if that's what you're into. Name them and say what about them you find appealing! Then feel free to tag a friend or two!

Don't be afraid to reiterate what someone else has said if you happen to like the same characters.

I'll start off by tagging some really cool-looking people I've seen around: @skyrim-forever @mareenavee @changelingsandothernonsense @ladytanithia

Mine? Well, they'll go below so this intro page isn't all about me and mine. ;)

((So far I've only played Skyrim, so my NPC crushes are all from TES: V. And I haven't met every single NPC there is in the game so my list may expand with time, lol.))

Male Crushes:

Onmund - He's just a sweet, nerdy Nord doofus who tries his best at the College despite feeling like a fish out of water. As a spouse, he's always supportive and loving. As a follower, his AI immediately picks up on threats (usually before I do) and it gives the impression of his character being protective. First spouse I ever chose (also it just makes perfect sense for Elur, my first LDB, to fall for him as far as her character goes).

Enthir - Shady but undeniably charismatic in the fact he gives zero shits what anyone thinks of him. There was always an undertone of odd genuineness to his personality in the College quests that made him fun to be around -- and that came full circle when we realize just how much he genuinely cares for members of the Nightingales. I love characters who act shallow but think and feel deeply.

Female Crushes:

Niranye - I crushed on this merchant the second I saw her because I just thought she was beautiful (her eyes got me for some reason). I also find her voice type the most attractive. I have no idea why, but I usually end up enjoying the uppity tone her voice actress pulls off for everyone she voices. Such a fun and charming mix of pleasant and passive-aggresive, lol. Then Niranye reveals she's a fence and her appeal to me became stronger because now she's more than just a pretty merchant, she's got a cunning little personality. She's a smart businesswoman and she knows it well. Used a cheat code to marry her to my second LDB (who is a Thalmor sympathizer who would only fall for another Altmer, and Taarie is too old for her). Luckily she has voiced romance/marriage dialogue. Since I really like the sound of her voice, my sappy ass melted to bits hearing it when my Altmer LDB proposed.

Jenassa - Hired her randomly because I needed extra pockets and was shocked to discover that she has a personality (was not expecting that of the sell-swords in this game). Took her to a Dwemer ruin and girl laid out paragraphs of lore that I hadn't heard before -- which gives the impression that she's rather book smart for a mercenary. Helping this is that every time I make camp with her, the first thing she does is read a book -- which in my mind, is something she keeps with her at all times because she enjoys reading in her spare time. I enjoy how excited she gets when she sees a hidey-hole she could ambush someone from and how she'll comment on the DB's strong ability to fight. I like that she's a suave, confident, capable fighter that comes to enjoy your company beyond the fact you're paying her. I plan to have my third LDB marry her because she's won my heart as far as the mercenaries I've come across.

Astrid - She's a murder-happy bitch who loves what she does and I'd be happy to let her stab me. . . . Shut up. Also, she's the only member of the OG Dark Brotherhood to have a full-blown character arch and in this house we are SLUTS for good character development. Absolute SLUTS for it.

[datorchoe]

Do u have Sfw or Nsfw HC for Seht?

I know exactly who to tag in this lol. @shadow-wolf510 here some food for ya Queen 😌

WARNING! NSFW UNDER CUT!

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SFW

- Seht doesn’t have a ton of experience with ‘romance’ and stuff like that, so he will spend a TON of time figuring out his feelings. But when he does, he will tell you. But it will be VERY awkward. He’s just like “I think you are very cool” but in terms that only people who’ve achieved CHIM and know Seht very well can understand lol.

- It would be hard for him to show love at first because he has no experience with that. So it will be very subtle. Like, giving you random gifts or ordering a apostle to bring you food. Stuff like that.

- But once he starts to get more comfortable with affection and things like that, he’ll definitely open up to you more with physical needs like that.

- He literally can’t keep his hands off of you lol.

NSFW

- No longer the Clockwork God, now the Sex God 😎

- We ALL know homie is hung like a horse. He’s like, 8ft tall or something, we all know. He’s probably packing 7-8 inches.

- BREEDING KINK AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE THANK YOU. As much as he doesn’t seem like it sometimes, we all know he’s got a pretty big ego. He’d get so hard to the thought of your WHOLE body being claimed as his.

- Homie is also, like, silent tbh. It’s scary. Like, you can barely hear him breathe he’s so quiet. He’s more expressive with his facial expressions.

- Also a bottom. Fight me.