#oc Wulfaer

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They have a very loving marriage

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MY GORGEOUS BOI!!!

He looks so smug, like he knows things. And in that second image hes definitely laughing at a dumb joke Rumarin made. Glorious.

These are so so so good, do you have a paypal? I want to give you something for these? Or at the very least a character you want drawn? LET ME REPAY KINDNESS PLEASE

Also you said Todd has you in one of his worlds and my first thought was being in a beautiful forest landscape in an open world game and then looking up to see Todd Howard staring down at you like a horrifying eldritch god.

If Todd Howard made his face the sky in a re release of Skyrim I'd buy it.

If you're accepting requests, could I ask for my wizard nord man, Wulfaer?

If not a request, a commission then? I really like your artwork

OOO TES OCS………… god one day I’m gonna talk more about my TES folks. Todd’s got me in One Of his worlds atm, but you bet your ass I’ll probably loop around soon LMAO

BUT YES HERES SOME QUICK SKETCHES!!

Handsome man!! And thank you so much!! :D

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Little Wulfaer doodle

Hes very handsome yes

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“The Thalmor Party”

Decided to write for this pairing with some angst thrown in, as well as hinting towards my headcanon about Rumarin. 

Wulfaer tugs at his sleeve and sighs, staring at himself in the mirror. He’s dressed for this Thalmor party, some noble garb Delphine managed to grab for him. The fabric is very fine, he can tell from how smooth and silky it feels. It’s a far cry from the hastily stitched together tunics he wears underneath his chainmail and armour. He feels naked wearing this, too exposed, too colourful, too… Gods, he doesn’t know how else to describe it. How do the nobles stand to be so on display like this? He’s a moving target, except unmoving, because these dainty little shoes pinch his feet and make it hard to walk let alone run. 

Wulfaer heaves another sigh, this time pinching the bridge of his nose too. It was going to be a long night. 

“Excuse me, I think I dropped my jaw somewhere,” Rumarin says from behind him. 

Wulfaer glances up and meets his husband’s eyes in the mirror. Rumarin’s lips twitch. Bastard. 

“Check under the bed. That’s where most of your things end up,” Wulfaer says, then returns to fiddling with the hems of his sleeves. 

“Hmm. I want to make some crude remark about finding something fun on top of the bed, but I’m not that kind of Elf.” Rumarin sits on the bed, watching Wulfaer with obvious interest. “The colour is nice.” 

“I look like a peacock,” Wulfaer says. And he does. His clothes are the same deep blue shade, now they just needed to give him a feathery headdress and the look would be complete. Maybe the Forsworn have one. 

“A very dashing peacock,” Rumarin reaches out and takes Wulfaer’s hand, pulling him towards the bed, “Come here. I won’t see you for the rest of the evening.” 

Wulfaer swallows thickly. “I’m dreading this party.” 

“Really? Wow. I never would’ve guessed,” Rumarin kisses the spot on Wulfaer’s jawline that makes his breath hitch. “You hide it so well.” 

“Stop,” Wulfaer grumbles, but his head tilts back, giving Rumarin more room. His lips are soft and warm against him, and even though he has to finish getting ready, Wulfaer would very much like for this to continue. For Rumarin to rip these stupid clothes right off him. 

“I know you’re hating this,” Rumarin says, and for a few seconds, Wulfaer thinks he’s talking about the kisses, which Wulfaer could never hate in his life. Feeling Rumarin’s lips on his skin is like being blessed by a god over and over and over again. But then Rumarin’s hands roam over his thighs, hitching up the fine tunic until he touches skin and Wulfaer bites his lip to stifle a whimper. “But I do very much like the sight of you in these. Do you have to give them back to Delphine?” 

Wulfaer snorts. “You have a thing for noble clothes now?” 

“No. I have a thing for you in noble clothes. Big difference. We can pretend you’re a Jarl’s son being stolen away by a handsome adventurer. That’s me.” 

“You mean I’m being kidnapped?” 

“Yes, but in a fun way.” 

Wulfaer wraps his arms around Rumarin and kisses him. “You have a wicked mind, love.” 

“Thank you. I grew it myself. Now finish getting ready before Delphine kicks down our door.” 

“And finds the “dragonborn” being ravaged by a wicked Thalmor agent?” Wulfaer chuckles. He still can’t wrap his head around this whole being dragonborn business. Maybe he would’ve understood better if he grew up in Skyrim, surrounded by Nord culture, but he didn’t, so he doesn’t. 

Rumarin fixes Wulfaer with a look. It’s one of those expressions Wulfaer doesn’t recognise. He’s used to seeing Rumarin with his wry smile, the one that seems to stay no matter what horror they’re facing. Wulfaer has come to rely on that smile for comfort. Now though, now Rumarin’s lips are in a firm, thin line and there’s a small knot between his brows when he frowns. His eyes don’t meet Wulfaer’s for a few seconds, but when they do, it’s like a spell is cast and suddenly that strange expression is gone, replaced with the one Wulfaer is more familiar with. It doesn’t ease the twisting in Wulfaer’s stomach. 

“Yeah. Exactly. So come on, you,” Rumarin kisses him, a chaste peck on his lips, before he rolls Wulfaer over and stands, “I’ll walk you down to the stables.” 

“Ru-” 

“Come on. The sooner you leave and charm the pants off those nobles and Thalmor bastards, the sooner you can come home.” 

“You don’t want me to go, do you?” Wulfaer asks. 

Rumarin’s shoulders tense up for a few seconds before he drops them. “Does anyone really want to send their spouse into uncertain death?” 

“You could come with-” 

“No!” Rumarin says so sternly that Wulfaer is shocked into silence. The air is tense between them, nothing to be heard except for the cry of seagulls over the bay. Rumarin takes a deep breath. His hands are shaking. “No. They’d figure out I’m a common peasant in a heartbeat. Because I’ll be elbow deep in the cheese platter.” 

Wulfaer tries to crack a smile. 

“No, you’re a much better choice for all the subterfeuge. And you look fantastic in those clothes, no one will suspect you’re there to steal anything but their hearts.” 

“You really have a thing for this, don’t you?” Wulfaer says as he pulls at the collar of his dress shirt. 

Something seems to shift between them. It feels more familiar, this banter, and before Wulfaer can bring the topic back to whatever… That had been before, Rumarin leans in and kisses him, slow and easy. 

“I have a thing for you. A big thing. And I’m not talking about my privates. For once,” Rumarin says, and there’s that cute little smirk back. 

Wulfaer cups his cheek, his heartbeat fluttering when Rumarin leans into it. He kisses the palm of Wulfaer’s hand. 

“I could also be talking about my privates though,” Rumarin says. 

“Yes, yes, I know.” 

“And yours is nicely sized too-” 

“I will run away with the first Jarl I see at the party, I swear.” 

Rumarin chuckles. “None of them will make you laugh as much.” 

None of them hold a candle to you, Wulfaer thinks, but that kind of flattery usually leaves Rumarin too flustered for words, and he’d rather keep it in his pocket for another time. Still, there’s an uncomfortable knot burning in his stomach when he later gets onto the carriage and watches his husband’s silhouette grow smaller in the distance. He doesn’t want to think badly of him when Rumarin has been the best thing about arriving in Skyrim, but there’s something off about him. 

He’s hiding something. Wulfaer mulls it over the cheese platter he eats in his husband’s honour. His husband who has a complicated relationship with mages and an even more complicated relationship with giving straight answers. But whatever it is he’s hiding, it can’t be that bad, right? 

Wulfaer swallows hard when he opens a chest deep within the Thalmor embassy. They have dossiers on numerous people. Delphine, he recognises, Ulfric too, one name stands out and makes his blood run cold. 

Rumarin. 

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Wulfaer listening to Rumarin's wild opinions about magic and blade binding like

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Does anyone want to ask me these for any of my pairings? :)

— SHIP QUESTIONS

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

How did they first meet?

What was their first impression of each other?

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

Who felt romantic feelings first?

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

What would their lives be like if they had never met?

GENERAL

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

What was their first kiss like?

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

What’s their height difference? Age difference?

What’s their relationship with each other’s families? Do they share a friend group?

Who takes the lead in social situations?

Who gets jealous easier?

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

LOVE

Who said “I love you” first?

What are their primary love languages?

Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

Who initiates kisses?

Who’s the big and little spoon?

What are their favorite things to do together?

Who’s better at comforting the other?

Who’s more protective?

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

Who remembers the little things?

DOMESTIC LIFE

If they get married, who proposes?

What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

Do they have any pets?

Who’s the stricter parent?

Who worries the most?

Who kills the bugs in the house?

How do they celebrate holidays?

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Who’s the better cook?

Who likes to dance?

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Still working on this smooch

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Rumarin/Wulfaer Headcanons

Because I’m trying to write fic but nothing I type is any good so I’m gonna word vomit here lmao. Nsfw headcanons will be on a separate post. 

Wulfaer was smitten the second he laid eyes on Rumarin. Tall, handsome, cracking jokes??? Yes please. 

Wulfaer has always been quick to push aside Rumarin’s self doubt and self deprecation. Like when he says he’s not smart or useless at something, Wulfaer says he is smart, he is talented, he’s a mage, and Wulfaer is so proud of him. 

Rumarin holds Wulfaer’s hand when he needs physical comfort, even before they’re married he does this. 

They realized their feelings for eachother during the Markarth quest “No-One Escapes Cidnha Mine.” Rumarin wasn’t seen by the guards, Wulfaer shot him a look that said “don’t,” so he would be the only one the guards carted off. And Rumarin spent the whole night in their room at the inn drinking and crying and realizing he’s in love with this self sacrificing idiot and he’ll never see him again. 

Wulfaer knew he was in love with Rumarin for ages but never approached him about it because he felt that if Rumarin kept him at a distance it was for a reason. He wanted to keep being his friend. 

When Wulfaer escapes and they’re reunited they kiss the hell out of each other, like full on dramatic make out among the chaos in Markarth, just to pull away and stare at each other like .... shit, now what? 

Because now it’s out in the open now and Rumarin can’t take back what he just did and Wulfaer didn’t think Rumarin even liked men. Rumarin breaks the awkwardness by saying he lost a bet and they don’t talk about the kiss for a while, blaming it on adrenaline and stuff.  

Wulfaer gently asks him one day if they can talk about it, because not knowing what’s going on between them is worse than pining after him. Rumarin is like lol idk, what do you want it to be? Wulfaer says he doesn’t know, he just wants him. 

It surprises them both just how easy it is to be lovers. There was this fear that so much would change, and yet very little actually does. 

Rumarin is taller by a good few inches and likes to rest his chin on top of Wulfaer’s head. He also likes to press teasing kisses against his neck. 

Rumarin is the big spoon. He also hogs most of the blankets and pillows.  

Wulfaer helps trim Rumarin’s little beard and Rumarin cuts Wulfaer’s hair from time to time. Rumarin is quite good at it and it’s one of the ways they like to relax after weeks of adventuring. 

They also help each other apply their war paint. In a modern au they would do makeup on each other. 

They like to cook together too and have had debates in the past on whether alchemy is a type of cooking. Rumarin licks the utensils while they cook much to Wulfaer’s dismay. 

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The entire college of winterhold questline is a hot mess

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Elder Scrolls Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Male Dovahkiin | Dragonborn/Rumarin Characters: Rumarin (Elder Scrolls), Male Dovahkiin | Dragonborn Additional Tags: Angst and Fluff and Smut, Smut, Anal Sex, Idiots in Love, They're both very much idiots and they're very much in love, Married Couple Summary:

Wulfaer confronts Rumarin about what he found at the Thalmor Embassy. Hilarity ensues.

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Rumarin: Aw, babe, you had a crush on me. That's so embarrassing.

Wulfaer: We're married.

Rumarin: Yeah, but still.

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I'm doodling a smooch

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Doodles

Rumarin is fun to draw

Last image is when they were newly together and still working things out. Rumarin gets a bit flustered sometimes because he doesn't think he deserves Wulfaer sometimes, and Wulfaer thinks the world of Rumarin. They're very in love but very sad yes.

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If you're accepting requests, could I ask for my wizard nord man, Wulfaer?

If not a request, a commission then? I really like your artwork

OOO TES OCS………… god one day I’m gonna talk more about my TES folks. Todd’s got me in One Of his worlds atm, but you bet your ass I’ll probably loop around soon LMAO

BUT YES HERES SOME QUICK SKETCHES!!

Handsome man!! And thank you so much!! :D