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smkndfbb · 10 months ago
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the false dreamer and the shadow of his past
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trickstarbrave · 2 years ago
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i did this dagoth ur picture for @nerevar-quote-and-star‘s pinup challenge only for my wife to tell me 75% way through the picture that this is in fact not a pin up. so.
this is all i got
maybe on another prompt ill get it right 😔 oh well
anyways if the ash vampires dont drink blood why are they called vampires???? false advertising. let dagoth ur drink some blood
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rivet77 · 2 years ago
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I AM THE SHARMAT.
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igorlevchenko-blog · 6 months ago
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The Triumph of Dagoth Ur
I've made this overpaint of the famous Moreau's piece in 2016. Alas most comments I've got on this one from Reddit, remark on the Heart looking like a dog's dick, which I assume is kind of roundabout way of saying the painting lacks visual cogency. One of this days I'm going to whip this one into shape it deserves to be in.
P.S: The serpent symbolizes the Cyrodilic Empire, whose emblem is a dragon.
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-Jupiter and Semele-
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wellthebardsdead · 11 months ago
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Corrupted Shamat from the unwilling dreamer Au.
Chicken scratch with micron pens but I like how it looks. It somehow makes him look more deranged
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unknownhomosapien · 1 year ago
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"Something wrong is happening in Morrowind. The Great Houses became more fragile in their political relationship, the Tribunal went wild in censoring and arresting, in fear of new arising ordinators cult, that occupied Red Mountain, and endless strikes of nature disasters.
Something wrong with him too. Only one dream since arriving in Vvanderfell of masked man in long blue robes calling him his friend, asking to help. Stranger is promising to open a truth about his true heritage, but only in exchange for one thing.
And he convinsed one thing is the reason why all these events are happening right now"
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venacoeurva · 10 months ago
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Detected
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aladaylessecondblog · 3 months ago
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Severed Destiny idea
Almalexia being actually not that bad. Haj-deek thinks "ok I remember hating her and she helped kill me. I'm letting Vivec teach me, so if she's willing to be different--"
until the helmet comes off and Almalexia sees Haj-deek is not in fact facially disfigured like she was claiming. sees the face that has prevented her from recharging her god batteries
and then the shit hits the fan
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theeightpointedstar · 2 years ago
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I wanted somewhere to post my random thoughts. I maybe might have found it.
Also, the Dagoth Ur fan art here is incredible. Wtf was I ever doing on Reddit?
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roesolo · 7 months ago
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A new Nate the Great adventure!
Nate the Great and the Star Spangled Parrot, by Andrew Sharmat/Illustrated by Olga and Aleksey Ivanov, (June 2024, Delacorte Press), $14.99, ISBN: 9780593805558 Ages 6-9 Nate the Great’s back on the case, and this time it’s a double whammy: first, his friend Pip asks for Nate’s help locating his drone parrot, Penelope. The next day, his friend Claude asks for help finding his “brand new” friend,…
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mostdream6977 · 1 month ago
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SHARMAT
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fastafeijoa · 5 months ago
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Post-canon Vivec be upon ye!
Some headcanons: •He had a few potions prepared just in case so he doesn't really age for now and won't get infected with some serious illness.
•Was absolutely mentally wrecked from losing his divinity (as if the return of his old friend that he had murdered wasn't enough) but surprisingly it helped him deal with some other mental problems in the end.
•Travels Tamriel with Sotha Sil (yes I couldn't just put up with his death), who is now a big dwemer-ish quadruped mecha thanks to the Clockwork City and his past experiments. Sil's soul is the same but his body is now very different, although he doesn't seem to mind. Vivec doesn't mind as well, using Sil as transport :D
•Smokes a hookah or a pipe 24/7, the only reason he didn't damage his voice yet is probably Azura not wanting him to screech like a cliff racer cuz Vivi definitely isn't giving up singing under no circumstances.
•Made up an insane backstory for himself and Sotha Sil, pretends to be one of those heroes who once were prisoners, tells everyone he found mecha-Sil in a dwemer ruin and managed to repair him.
•Shows off for a living. Sings, tells stories (mostly made up and about himself), occasionally sells trinkets.
•Avoids sleep until passing out, has bad dreams quite often and blames Sharmat on it (it's just consequences of his tough life). Additionally doesn't really like staying tet-a-tet with his thoughts for long.
•He and Sotha Sil try their best to care for each other, although Vivi doesn't always understand what a big mecha might need and often doesn't let Sil know about how he feels cuz he's too proud and cool to be sad or scared. But they slowly open up more to each other. Overall they get along really well.
•Used to be quite skinny as a god but it's chubby Vivi era now.
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wellthebardsdead · 1 year ago
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Doodle dump! Voryn edition:
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Voryn/Riiju-Lei:
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Corrupted Shamat:
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Shamat:
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unknownhomosapien · 4 months ago
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1 of 7. Dagoth Araynys
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Dirt Regent of Mamaea, called "Evermin" and "Keeper of the Photostatic Numen". Appointed entrant of Vivec by the will of the Sharmat. Chief artist of the Sixth House, memory was his chisel. Turning thought to stone, he created the so called ash statues and propagated them throughout Vvardenfell. Immune to the concept of distance and length, he carved as far as Cyrodiil without impediment. From his etchings we learn the mighty lessons of multiplication and patience needed for awakening dreams.
ispired by @ijiwaruuma ash vampires design and this topic in particular
Tureynul Araynys Odros Vemyn
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woundjob · 1 year ago
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dracula’s “i’ve crossed oceans of time to find you” vs dagoth’s “come to me through fire and war” vs dracula’s “once again come to my home. come freely” vs dagoth’s “welcome moon-and-star, i have prepared a place for you” vs dracula’s “no man knows, till he experiences it, what it is to feel his own lifeblood drawn away into the veins of the woman he loves” vs dagoth’s “it was a cruel blow, a bitter betrayal to be felled by your hand” vs dracula’s “and you, their best beloved one, are now to me, flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin” vs dagoth’s “hortator and sharmat, one and one, eleven, an inelegant number. which of the ones is more important? could you ever tell if they switched places?” dracula’s “give me peace” vs dagoth’s “this is the end, the bitter bitter end”
do you understand
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iamnotshazam · 5 months ago
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TES III Morrowind post -
A Nerevarine that, for all their humility, does not escape the power of the Heart. They wielded the Tools. They touched it even closer than the Tribunal or Dagoth Ur ever did, as the Nerevarine removed the Dwemer spell barrier channeling the power through the Tools. The Heart of the world, that was made to satisfy the other, that laughed at destruction and loved existence too well to cease. The same Heart that changed the spirit of Voryn Dagoth into Dagoth Ur merely by proximity.
A Nerevarine that chooses to not become a god. Not because Vivec never revealed the technique, nor because Indoril Nerevar chose not to in the past, nor because Azura is watching. But because they see the wreckage it made of people that might have once been true friends, Nerevar and House Dagoth and the Tribunal, and how the blessings the Tribunal thought eternal were, in the end, as impermanent as their underlying mortality. The Heart and its power was not theirs, but the world's.
A Nerevarine that touches the Heart, twice-insulated by Dwemer gauntlet holding knife and hammer, cutting at the pericardic seal on its overflowing power. And a Heart that "sees" a little mortal creature who chooses to accept the struggle given from their shared creator, Lorkhan. The Heart does not have a will of its own, but it is made to satisfy the other.
The Nerevarine changes. Perhaps it's the echo of dying near the Heart in a past life, perhaps it's because they chose to follow what others tried to force into a destiny, perhaps it's dumb luck. Mortals cannot stop change. Not even ageless mortals pretending to be gods, nor thrice-loyal stewards become devils, nor a hero healed of the divine disease and given accidental agelessness. The Nerevarine changes.
Are they Nerevar, or did they become a Nerevarine? Were they tricked, or have they tricked everyone else? Is this Nerevar a true rebirth, a reincarnation through sympathetic Azura reborn unaware? But would that also not leave them as processed through another's will as Trinimac was to become Malacath? Or would that be Arkay of death and birth, or even Akatosh of time, who ate and changed them? Does it even matter? It seems not to, right up until they are standing next to a power that makes death of immortals and eternal life of mortals. A known aid to Mantling. Hell of a time, when the Sharmat is breathing down your neck, to start remembering the trusting face of Voryn Dagoth. Or are the memories like dreams, and the Nerevarine has been sleeping this whole time?
The Nerevarine awakens, and changes.
Maybe now they always hear their heart and the hearts of others, beating away. Or they feel the current location and status of the Heart, locked away in magma flows and safe from tampering. Maybe they can change swiftly between Chimer and Dunmer, and Azura smiles and does not say if it's her power or their own. Or they can change between Mer and Man, or even Beast. Maybe it's only between their reborn shape, whatever species it may be, and that of Indoril Nerevar.
Whenever they look at the Imperial merging of Akatosh and Shor in tapestry or stained-glass window, the back of their skull aches and their heart feels ready to beat out of their chest. Sometimes they feel stabbing pains through the chest and their feet go numb and their face feels slack. The robe brushing their skin, the candle-smoke wafting into their nose, the chanting words pouring out of their mouth: it all feels like betrayal. Other times they feel ready to break into eight pieces, or like they might reach into their enemy's chest and pull out the heart without breaking skin.
(They tell none of this to Vivec when they return, or Almalexia when ensnared into her new scheme. They are surrounded by people in these cities named after gods who do not deserve it, people celebrating the defeat of Dagoth Ur and the return of Nerevar. Which the Tribunal now says they always knew was coming, but had to play the part.
And the Nerevarine wonders why they find themselves wanting to ask Sotha Sil for advice, when he is the enemy, and might even have been the first traitor of the three. Then they come upon his mechanical corpse, and before they realize the full implications, they think, Ah. Ayem went after the least resolute, the most likely to help me . . . Wait. Oh shit-)
Maybe they can feel where - although it's more like when, but sideways - time almost broke again, in the heart chamber. Was that the second time they were in there, if counting past lives, or merely the first? They can feel a . . . a something, a somewhen, a different time in which Vehk, Seht, and Ayem were gods from the beginning, or the Dwemer properly ascended, or the Nords overran Resdayn, or Nerevar believed Voryn and together they killed his teacher, his friend, his wife-
Time flows and they can sense the eyes of the gods looking at them through the veil. Either they go crazy and scream at them all like the Whitestrake did, or they choose - choose, again and again - to continue acting of their own power and volition. It's all a mortal can do.
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