#skyrim afflicted

[frutavel]

Still trucking through the art drought with ballpoint pen doodles - today we have Skyrim OCs <3

[jyrgen-windcaller]

The 30 Day Skyrim Challenge

Day 17: Least Favorite Enemy? Hmm. Maybe the afflicted ones? Or the corrupted shades?

[helgiafterdark]

[juniperberries-canisroot]

Okay so random my ramble I had a thought if Arnbjorn also has silvery eyes since he's a werewolf and-

I can't tell? Some lighting they look silvery, other lighting they look darker. Also maybe it's just me but one eye looks darker than the other, but then that same darker eye looks almost blind-ish. Idk. Skyrim lightning is weird, plus he's a not super well lit place most of his in-game life.

But wait there's more! Sinding is another werewolf character, and guess what?

Silvery eyes! Even in darker lighting his eyes look silver-ish.

BUT. There's also the FrostMoon pack.

Rakel, Akar and Majni all seem to also have silver eyes. I couldn't find a better pic of Akar without mods.

AND

Werebears also have silver eyes!

So far the constant has all been humans, so idk if an elf, Khajiit or Argonian's eyes or even a human DragonBorn's eyes change, both of my DragonBorn werewolves are elves and one has special eyes (blue Link's eyes, I play on Switch). I don't notice a change in either my Dunmer or Bosmer's eyes, but I also don't look at their faces alot, by Dunmer has a fully enclosed helmet.

@burgershopsammi I think I've seen someone else making the same (very good) point recently, and in the YEARS I've been playing Skyrim, it never hit me !

...anyways, now I'm in the middle of a 13-(small) page comic, sooooo... Thanks for the extra dose of brainworms !

[daedrabait]

Does anyone else use the Afflicted Refugees as target practice

[dirty-bosmer]

Sujamma Sundas (on a Wednesday)

Tagged by @arnaerr to share some fun facts about a tes OC. It was really nice to revisit my disaster baby, thank you :) Especially considering I had no wip to share today...

Tagging: @atypicalacademic @skyrim-forever @thequeenofthewinter @elavoria @theoneandonlysemla @sylvienerevarine @ladytanithia @vivifriend @wispstalk @nuwanders @lucien-lachance @inkysqueed @saltymaplesyrup and anyone else who wants to join 💕

This is Nimileth, my Hero of Kvatch | Sheogorath

Terribly afflicted by foot-in-mouth syndrome

Fled life as an orphan in Kvatch only to stumble into a Daedric cult. Learned a lot about alchemy and illusion magic while in said cult so it wasn't all bad, sacrifices aside :)

Brewed skooma for the Renrijra Krin in her youth (she has a very strong work ethic, really).

Not keen on authority figures

Stumbled into yet another cult after she just kinda tripped on her bow and shot a countess in the neck and maybe dismembered her a little?? Such bad luck phew 🤷‍♀️

Big fan of red wine and also white wine and also the rubbing alcohol you stick eyeballs in for science

Instead of delivering the Amulet of Kings to Jauffre, she stashed it under Methredhel's floor boards and forgot to do the main quest for two years. This was a time of great self-growth and even greater self-destruction.

First in her family to go to college and also first to be kicked out 🤪

Will break into your house and rearrange the pantry.

Not a big fan of whiskey

Following her apotheosis, she may or may not have eaten Lucien's soul, I mean stolen his heart <3

Loves a juicy pear on a summer eve

Moodboard very kindly made for me by @skyrim-forever <3

[sabercatproductions]

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My name is SaberCatProductions, but please, save yourself from writing out a nineteen-letter-long name and simply call me Saber!

I am a hobbyist content creator from England with a wide array of average to admirable skills and far too many interests for my own good.

That includes (but is not limited to) action role-playing games like Destiny or Skyrim; British content creators such as 8-BitRyan and Dawko; composing original music and covering existing music; drawing; horror games from both indie franchises and larger franchises; mystery games such as Danganronpa; writing; video game development; and more.

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Danganronpa V3: Reimagined

I am currently working on my own Fanganronpa, Danganronpa V3: Reimagined, where the cast of the original Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony is put into a new, original story that chronologically follows on from the previous killing games.

Click HERE for more information on Danganronpa V3: Reimagined!

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Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony Short Stories

In the meantime, I have also posted some Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony short stories to Archive of Our Own. If you are a fan of Kaede Akamatsu, Rantaro Amami, Shuichi Saihara, or the general concept of putting characters into traumatic situations, then you are in luck, Reader!

A Trip Down Memory Lane

"To celebrate the height of summer, the students of Class 79-A at the Ultimate Academy for Gifted Juveniles have planned a beach party. On their way to the location, Kaede Akamatsu and Shuichi Saihara are forced to make a detour when Rantaro Amami is dragged into an unwanted trip down memory lane due to his seemingly simple, but secretly complex, dislike of cars."

Click HERE to read A Trip Down Memory Lane on Archive of Our Own!

Forget Me Not

"Although the attempt on her life had been unsuccessful, Monokuma had retracted the time limit that had once counted down to the Ultimate Academy for Gifted Juveniles’ sixteen students’ demise, acknowledging that by all means, Kaede Akamatsu should have been dead. Considering the state that the ordeal had left her in, it would be wrong to call her survival a miracle. Unfortunately, there is little that the Ultimate Students can do beyond trying to comfort their increasingly deteriorating and disorientated friend in whatever time she may have left, all while seeking justice against her assailant - whoever that may have been."

Coming soon...

The Sound of Silence

"Frustrated at the lack of violence and bloodshed in his latest killing game, Monokuma commands his cubs to recreate and release the Despair Disease among the sixteen students trapped within the Ultimate Academy for Gifted Juveniles. Thanks to their ineptitude, the Monokubs create an illness that is a far cry from their father’s wishes, one that amplifies the traits of those who it infects as opposed to reversing them. Although the majority of those afflicted with the disease have symptoms that could be considered laughable, the same can not be said for one of its victims, whose resulting actions risk the lives of those around him."

Coming soon...

[skyrim-forever]

So doing the baby meme thing got me thinking. What if Ondolemar found out Theodora was pregnant with his child while they were still seeing each other in Markarth? Just woke up one morning threw up beside his bed, she goes to Whiterun to get checked and BAM lil baby Arthano making an appearance in her tummy early! Because you know he was just so excited about popping his head out. Totally ready to be the next Arena champion. What kind of drama would ensue? Would Theodora even tell Ondolemar about it, given their current roles? How would Ondolemar feel sitting in his office or pacing Understone Keep knowing that Theodora was out there carrying his child? I NEED THE GOSSIP!!

Hi friend <3 Thank you so much for this ask this is a really interesting question. Unfortunately I can't see a scenario in which they would keep the baby because there are two ways it could happen.

Earlier on before they admit their feelings, if Theodora found out she would have a ~~fantasy abortion~~ and not tell him. They aren't in a relationship, owe each other nothing so it would be an "oops!" and then she'd be super careful. As their feelings came out she would tell him and he'd be very practical about it. That was the reasonable solution to falling pregnant in this type of arrangement. No hard feelings on his end.

It would happen after they had their love confession in Windhelm (chapter 1 is out here hehe shameless plug) in which case it would be the same outcome. This time done for the fact their isn't really any other option, she's got to fight Alduin, he has his duties. As long as she has to be in Skyrim she wouldn't be able to hide it, and then once its here, what do they do?

I was inspired to write this second scenario as that will explain it better. Under cut because sad :( and long this is 1100 OOPS

Ondolemar made it a point to work now, try to get something done while he still could. His love had scarcely eaten last night and was sprung from the bed early this morning with some foul sickness, retching into what she could find. The empty barrel had been something he meant to get rid of anyways. Theodora left to go see the Alchemist in town in hopes she could provide her answer as to what was afflicting her. She suspected some sort of stomach flu and if that was the case, he would likely come down with it too. Best work now until she returns with more information. 

Once she is gone for more than an hour he begins to worry. Running through his mind are fears it could be something more serious, something contracted on the road, an internal injury as she insisted on healing herself whenever possible; the fact they both drank heavily was not helping. The woman drank to be drunk where as he consumed casually throughout the day, it felt a bit better even if in reality it was comparable. As it’s nearing hour two, she comes back to him. Abandoning his work, he walks over to her, speaking just after the dwarven doors close. 

“You were gone for longer than I anticipated, I trust she found something? Are you going to be alright?” Her hands extend and he welcomes them gladly, trying to pull her in closer but she stays standing on her own. 

“I also wasn’t expecting to be gone that long either, but the alchemist has a strong suspicion.”

“That is good, what does she think? I hope it is not Bone Break Fever, absolutely a nasty disease that is. Do you feel weak?” She smiles meekly.

“A bit but that’s not it.” Noticeably her eyes fall to the floor. “I won’t know for certain until I speak with the healer, Danica Pure-Spring at the Temple in Whiterun but…” All the way to Whiterun what could possibly require such a trip? Any ideas as to what could be that serious are interrupted with the reveal. “I may be pregnant.” Oh. “And if I am then I will also take care of that at the Temple as well.” 

Ondolemar did not mean to be silent for so long, regretting that he retreated inward to grapple with this information rather than immediately comfort her. Regretting even more now that she apologizes.

“I’m sorry, normally I’m very good about-” He remedies the silence by bringing her to his chest, no resistance from her as she falls against him. Hand rubbing her back and the other smoothing her hair, he speaks. 

“No no, you have nothing to be sorry for, famously it cannot be done alone.” A weak attempt at humour but she does laugh, before the sobbing begins; anguished like he’s never heard her before. Hoping to never hear it again. Knowing there's nothing he can say at this moment, the intensity can not be healed with words, demanding to be felt, that is what he does. Let her cry against him until she can muster the words, chastising herself in anger now.

“Fuck, why am I crying? I’ve never considered having children before so why does it matter? Why do I feel so…” The question ends abruptly with another wail. 

He had thought of having a family someday, long ago  when he was much younger. The plan had been to throw himself into work, advance the family’s standing, then and only then would he let his mother work with the matchmaker and get on with the decades long progress to get married as an Altmer. But there was always more work to do, longer hours, more travel. Before he knew it the decades slipped by, casual relationships here and there but never entering into the formal process of courtship. Mostly with other agents, they were who he was around the most and thus were deeply familiar with the strict schedules under the Dominion. Seeing his sister wed had made him content, she found a nice, respectable man from a scholarly family in Skywatch. There were times he tried to rationalize with himself it was for the best. Whether or not he enjoyed it aside, he was a soldier first and foremost, the nature of a soldier is to be sent far from home. No point in having a family if he would not be able to see them, nor would he ask her to keep it as she was making the logical choice. There is her fated battle on the horizon, the matter of his position, as well as the purges conducted where there was higher density of mixed man-mer ancestry. What would he ask her, doom yourself to a life of hiding and single motherhood as he cannot follow because he loves her? Because sometimes he did imagine leaving his post, finding some way to flee from the Thalmor’s gasp and shed that which he cannot entirely believe. Tempted to do it even as he wished they lived in a better world and is curious if she has had similar thoughts. 

His thumbs gently wipe away her tears, as best he can, while cradling her face. 

“It is a serious situation, Theodora. You’re having a normal reaction regardless, let alone under our circumstances.” She nods and he places a kiss on her forehead, before gauging the situation.

“Do you want to keep it?”

“It’s not a matter of if either of us wants to, we can’t. Even if I could hide it the whole time, fight Alduin and manage to survive despite being who knows how pregnant,” A pained sigh as she is blunt with him on something which he knows to be true. “And unless it comes out looking identical to me, I’ll only be able to lie so much. Questions would be asked, Ondolemar. Nevermind if I tried to bring them around you in any capacity, how soon would it take someone to put things together, how fast would the hammer slam down on you?” Gods, she is right but that doesn’t stop the sting.

“I know, I know.” Leaning down for another kiss on her forehead, hands instead wrapping around her torso in a loose grip as she rests her head tilting upwards, clear view of the redness sin her eyes and the change in her skin tone. Red and puffing from the mental ache.

“If I were to have children though I’d want you to be their father.”

“They could have no one better as a mother than you.”

“I love you, Ondolemar.”

“And I love you, Theodora.”

[theoneandonlysemla]

Thank you for the tag @skyrim-forever and @hircines-hunter

This week Sujamma wants to hear all about your big ideas. What’s a new story idea or OC idea you have? Maybe you haven’t fleshed it out yet - this is a great opportunity!

Tagging: @dirty-bosmer @ladytanithia @labskeever @moriche @heavy-metal-dick @vanilleeistee @sheirukitriesfandom

Honestly, I had to think about this for a while and discuss the ideas floating in my head with my dearest @skyrim-forever. I guess all my ideas are going in here now :P Be aware of spoilers for my works!

#1: The connection between Dealings with Daedra and A Taste of Death

If I remember correctly, I did already speak about how I'm interconnecting my main Elder Scrolls fics with each to build up the "Nevri literary universe". The storys of A Tale of Hunt are already established as canon events in Dealings with Daedra: The Curse of Molag Bal with Faralda making some vague comments about Ancano (and their beef being obvious), Nevri stabbing Ancano leading to the entire plot of "One Last Time" and Morotar making comments about Ancano getting laid and that saving Nevri's ass from him and the wrath of the Thalmor.

So, how will I incorporate poor Ria into the fic? Well, the main point of Nevri's journey in TCOMB is her affliction that she can not die. Through some hints Morotar and her get the suspicion, that the key to this mystery might have to do with necromancy. They hear about a haunted fort near Falkreath and choose to investigate, where they find a certain bosmer gnawing on the bones of some dude. Of course, this is Ria and poor girly first things her saviour (Mannimarco, the asshead mer that put her into her misery) has at last returned (only took him like a thousand years or so) when she sees Morotar. Because my cunty boy has a striking resemblance to his great-great-granddaddy, the King of Worms. After all they do learn that Ria has a comparable affliction as Nevri (well, Nevri did not get murdered by a horny necromancer tho) and decide that it would be a great idea to contact Wormi Mc Wormboi. Will this really be a great idea? Hmmmm... Dunno, but it will not be that amusing for poor Ria. No worries, she'll get her happy end after all that bullshit.

#2: More Ancano and Faralda smut

Okay, so I'm totally overdue with writing about these two, but I have worms in my brain and that is a totally valid excuse, I guess. Anyway, I've been thinking of their ride back to the college after the events of "Crawl, dear". Ancano will be a self-pitying idiot and for a moment Faralda will be weak and give him this pity. They may fuck in a carriage and perhaps it will be a little fluffy! <3 Oh and looking at my notes, she will be a little too friendly as he will slip an "I love you". But don't worry, he'll earn a slap for that because we all know that he does not know what love is!

#3: Chants for Ereshkigal

And there is this other idea of Faralda being an absolute menace and faking a pregnancy to see where it goes (yes, he turned her into a psychopath and it is all his fault!)

He'd be appaled at first but then be like "omg status symbol child?!" (and that he has a claim on her when she birthes her child). He also can boast about a child he has, send it to the best schools and have it play 10 instruments yada yada yada. And then she drops the lie, he's devastated and just to crush him a little more, she tells him that at the slightest suspicion of her carrying his child, she'd yeet it out immediatly, lol.

Totally different from Elder Scrolls and yet still connected with it, is my original work that I started writing in 2021 and had on hiatus for two years now. It is a fantasy novel with a world based on Mesopotamia and focusses on the themes of religious surpression. The story follows Barah, a seamstress in her mid-twenties that had the misfortune of getting sold out for her blasphemous statements. At the same time, a goddess has appeared in the temples and all of the towns people pay homage to her. Barah is brought before the goddess to apologise for her blasphemy and to be "cured" from it, but the goddess sees something in her and orders that she should be her personal servant. With that, she gains access to the royal palast and further problems begin, especially with one of the mistrusting advisors to the king.

Currently, I'm overthinking this entire thing and consider taking the world into a more fantasy direction, making the high society into elves that wield magic or something and add some class division. Not sure yet, will have to sit down and overthink some more.

Not snippets here, because all of it is in German; maybe some day because I'm also considering a re-write in English because I'm crazy like that.

[unironicallytes]

So of course at SOME point way later on, Zath's hereditary vampirism finally wakes up, which is why he looks the way he does in Skyrim. Don't worry about how that happens, we'll uh. We'll get to it.

I think it would be interesting if different types of blood are more "effective" depending on who the vampire was before turning. Feeding on blood that is more similar to what you had in life also gets you a little closer to your old form, getting you further in the disguise department. Others might comment on you looking a tad sick/tired, but otherwise mind their own business. Stage 1-2 is still manageable, but more noticeable to the untrained eye that something's wrong. At that point, keep your hood up and don't make too much eye contact with people. Stage 3 and beyond ... just stay out of towns and stay out of the sun.

Zath belongs to the Keerilth bloodline, meaning he can turn into mist. However, he has no idea how to control it fully and might never be able to. It will instinctively get set off - sometimes at opportune times, sometimes at inopportune. Mostly, it's tied to the fight-or-flight response.

I have a full write-up in the drafts, but vampirism's biology in this setting is a tug-of-war between your mortal body's systems and the disease itself needing fuel. Stage 1 is Mortal Dominant: your body's systems are mimicking what they did in life, and the disease is somewhat passive because it's well-fed. As you progress, the disease eats through your reserve fuel and starts getting agitated because it's not being fed. Your mortal systems slow down and "die", and the disease hijacks them in order to preserve itself. Stage 4 is Disease Dominant: you have more access to the affliction's supernatural powers, but your body has nearly shut down for good in the background. When you go beyond that and go feral, that's because you have essentially lost the tug-of-war entirely - the disease is fully dominant and puppets you around looking for its next meal. Becoming a strong vampire requires mental and physical training to achieve a balance between these states.

[ariossarts]

My ES/ESO/Skyrim babies, my god it took a bit to finish this one just because of the detail and armor lmao.

@Sarndipity and I are starting to put together a 'Team', like a DnD type group of characters for Yngvi [their reachman's] adventure as he discovers he is the 'famed Dragonborn'. Will it be a comic, idk, but a series of artworks/scenes/snapshots isn't out of the question. Here's some of the Team! More under the Cut. I also post on my Deviantart! [And eventually Bluesky]

Bjorrik Thursen

- Nord / Stormcloak Soldier

- Afflicted with Lycanthropy

- Acts as groups Bodyguard

- Boisterous/Eager/Prideful personality

- Wants Yngvi to choose the Stormcloaks in the Civil War

Aroaayne Telvanni

- Ex-communicated Telvanni Dunmer Mage / Yngvi's Partner

- Afflicted with Noxiphilic Sanguivora

- Favors Alchemy, Fire Magic, and Conjuration Spells

- Cruel, Posessive, Vindictive personality

- Hopes Yngvi stays out of the spotlight/war entirely

Ma'Ira, the Quiet

- Khajiit / Conjuration Mage

- Lost her memory in a tumble with Falmer

- Student from Winterhold originally

- The 'Positive' one in the group towards Yngvi's wants/ideals

- Best friend personality, sweet and caring, thoughtful

[helgiafterdark]

[weresomedude]

dude, he/him n he/himb, trans man, late 30s, headmate in a system (he/himb is pronounced just like he him, its like the silent b in bomb but the set goes he/himb/his/his/himbself)

werewolf...kin? therian? dont quite jive with those labels, but im somethin like that. i do like and use the terms transspecies, alterhuman, and lycanthrope 2 describe my experience

im not new 2 the otherkin community but me being a werewolf is tangentially related 2 that at best 4 me personally (and while ive had many run ins with psychosis, its not clinical lycanthropy either)

im makin this blog 4 myself and also 2 accompany a friend of mine who has a somewhat similar experience 2 me

i will post abt my experience 4 the most part, which may include some tmi stuff and even some things my dear friend-oh-pal wont relate 2, but i figure whats the harm it also pointed out 2 me that many posters in the werewolfkin and similar tags/spaces are just wolves who relate 2 their humanity still n consider the duality as being a werewolf or werewolves whose wolf forms are similar/comparable 2 that of traditional earthen wolves (whether that be in instincts or appearance). both of these are obviously valid, but seemingly take up all of the space allotted 4... any other kind of werewolf out there, like ones me n my friend could actually potentially relate 2. so were bein the change we wanna see in this world

despite this id not being 'kin, ill use werewolf kin tags on my posts bc there could be someone more like us out there who is kin or looking in the kin tags that needs 2 see this variety in the experience

im not a wolf. im a human that should be able 2 transform into a wolfman. not a wolf. a werewolf. a wolfman. i would be bipedal and human like in shape, but larger than any human or wolf, with wolf features and fur n etc. (think skyrim werewolves and then about double the size). in theory i would be able 2 go on all fours, but that is an ability. its important 2 emphasize that i would be bipedal as a default bein a werewolf affects my mannerisms, ability 2 think straight, n my overall daily life, especially with the phases of the moon itself or other special phenomena (like certain weather conditions, placement/movement of the planets and stars, extreme emotion, etc) and like any human condition/affliction, sometimes at random

i do actually happen 2 be a dog as well (this identity IS 'kin) so the overlap in doggy n werewolf arent as big of a deal 2 me, and caused me 2 not really notice the lack of human-turns-2-wolfman werewolf content on this site before. but like stated earlier, i wanna contribute 2 changin that a lil bit

DO NOT CALL ME PUPPY. its uncomfy 4 me n i hate it. im a grown man. other cutesy names including variations on the word puppy (besides oupy/uppy) like "duppy" or "buppy"/"bupper" are ok but i would really prefer anything else if ur gonna use cutesy words on me (try "doggy"/"goggy" or "wolp" or something idk)

also this isnt suuuuper very important at all but, while im not taken per se, im not lookin 4 anyone rn. so sorry if ur a werewolf fucker or whatever but i will not rlly lean into that 4 anyone. i also am not interested in usin words like "mate" or "pack" bc thats more of a regular wolf thing imo and ime

(werewolfkin flag by @selfawere jbtw)

[scales-like-ash]

OC: Dasha, undead Vampire hunter

Content Warning: Mild Blood and Nudity

Solitude, capital of Western Skyrim and home to nobility, busy merchants on the streets, hard working men and women at the docks and unfortunate souls trying to earn enough coin to escape the life on the streets. And birthplace of a woman whose thirst for revenge can almost rival that of the legendary Ysgramor.

Born during the first Era, on a cold evening when the sunset coloured the sky red, in a shack down at the Solitude docks, Dasha-Zal was the only hatchling of two simple Argonian dockworkers. The first moment she broke from her egg, her parents knew she was special. The Hist blessed her with Fins and Whiskers like a fish and her eyes glowed blue with magika.

But sadly her childhood wasn't a happy one. Due to the harsh weather and the even harsher treatment of the Nords she learned quickly that this life won't be an easy one. During the day she worked at the docks with her parents and honed her inate magical abilities at night.

At the age of eighteen she left the docks in search of adventure. There was nothing holding her in Solitude anyway, her parents died a few years before due to sickness, some might say it was a special poison administered by racist nords but sadly nothing could be proven in that regard.

So she went east, making a living as a sellsword in the swamps of Hjaalmarsh and the tundra of Whiterun. She had no problem taking morally questionable jobs, be it relieving merchants of wares, collecting debts or putting unruly individuals back in their place.

During the Grey Host's threat in the First Era she took up the blade in the service of the High King to fight, hoping to earn enough money to maybe buy a simple house far away from this terrible province. Unfortunately during a battle in the depths of Blackmarsh, Dasha-Zal was fataly injured and left to die.

Lying in the blood of fallen soldiers as well as vampiric blood she contacted Noxiphilic Sanguivoria. The Grey Host created one of the biggest threats to their kind that ever walked the face of Nirn.

Awakening in this dark cave deep underground, cold and with an unbearable thirst, she somehow found her way outside. Sadly Dasha was quickly overtaken by the rage and hunger of her new affliction. Becoming almost feral she bumped into a camp of merchants who saw the bloody young woman, thinking she was in need of help, but only found their death at the end of her fangs and claws. One managed to land a crossbow shot but it wasn't enough to save his life or end her's.

After she stumbled through the woods, confused, afraid and with an crossbow bolt stuck in her shoulder, she was found by Count Verandis Ravenwatch, who shortly before left the Grey Host and took her in at his castle. Making her the first of his apprentices to House Ravenwatch.

The first years were exhausting, trying to resist the call of blood, almost starving herself and only feeding when needed. Verandis knew that her bloodlust is much higher than his and it would kill her if she went the same way as he did. So they made a pact, Verandis would allow her to feed but only if it was consensual or the victim was a threat like bandits and other miscreants. This helped Dasha to create a form of destruction magic, Hemomancy or Blood magic. She also learnt to feed on other Vampires, something that was unheard of, even thought impossible but she loved to engore herself in the blood of Vampires. It was pure Ecstasy for her.

With the help of Verandis and her Hemomancy she transformed into an immortal killing machine, changing her name to simply Dasha and swore to eradicate every threat to Tamriel by Vampires and Undead until the end of days.

She learned to utilise necromancy and restoration magic in combination with destruction and blood magic to reduce her vampiric needs to a minimum and becoming one of the best battlemages Tamriels. Her charme also made it easy for her to find new allies in her crusade, such as Lyris Titanborn, Scales-Like-Ash, Zerith-var (who became more than just a friend) and of course her trusted Wolf Companion, Wurf.

After a thousand years of hunting and killing the undead, she learned of a new vampiric threat in her homeland of Skyrim... a prophecy to extinguish the sun itself.

Knowing this battle won't be an easy one, she travelled to the ancient Fort Dawnguard, a long disbanded guild of vampire hunters, nested in the beautiful woods of the Rift. Expecting only cobwebs, dust and maybe some gear to help her in the upcoming fights she made an unexpected acquaintance. Isran, a disgraced Vigilant of Stendarr who's hate of vampires rivals her own, they formed an unusual alliance with the goal of rebuilding the Dawnguard and stop the ancient Vampire Lord Harkon and the Volkihar Clan!

[drakmanka]

About Me

Hello there! I'm Drakmanka, an Asexual, Genderfluid/Non-Binary, plural Dragonkin. I use They/Them pronouns and often refer to myself as "This Dragon".

Current age: 32 years.

Though I am host of a plural system, this blog will predominantly or possibly exclusively be run by me, Drakmanka. My headmates prefer more private settings in which to front and share their thoughts.

DNI if anti-endo, we have nothing to say to each other.

I intend this blog to be PG so it is safe for minors.

Additional info about me and my interests below the cut

My alterhuman identities (that I am confident about) are as follows, in order of importance to me: Dragon, dinosaur, raven, Tigger, demigod (of some sort, still figuring that one out), and elf. I am also exploring a vampire Archetrope. I identify as both Therian and Otherkin.

I am also cat-hearted, rat-hearted, horse-hearted, and ent-hearted.

My plural system is primarily comprised of fictive walk-ins, but a few of my OCs have also shown up (this actually makes writing about them really hard with someone actively critiquing my portrayal of them).

While wearing my Human Costume(TM) I drive a school bus and make cat noises at my coworkers (some of whom do it back!). In my free time I enjoy chatting online with fellow alterhumans, working on one of my original stories, drawing (mostly dragons), reading, playing video games, and building LEGO sets and MOCs.

I have two cats: Layden my heart-cat; a grey tuxedo rescue who's been with me for over 10 years, and Jasmine the family cat; a flame-point Siamese who was rehomed to us last year when her original owner had to move to a retirement home.

I've been keeping rats for nearly 17 years now. I'm currently without rats after the passing of my elderly boys Frodo, lost to cancer, and Samwise, who mercifully passed from simple old age. I'm unsure when I will be ready to open my heart to new rats, but I know myself; I go a special kind of crazy without them.

And lastly on the pets front, I keep a tropical freshwater aquarium. It's a 29-gallon community tank. Ask about fish names if you're curious!

Some of my favorite titles and franchises of various media (in no particular order) are: Bionicle, Lord of the Rings (especially the books!), Minecraft, Dishonored, Metroid, The Legend of Zelda, D&D5e, Girl Genius, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Stargate SG1, Star Trek, Star Wars, Dragonriders of Pern, Super Mario Bros, Spyro (the Dragon/Legend of), Calvin and Hobbes, TES Skyrim, The Age of Fire, and Wings of Fire.

Some of my non-media-related interests are: Zoology, Paleontology, Meteorology, electronics, horticulture, auto mechanics, Astronomy, forestry, and Geology.

I also enjoy training my pets, practicing music (I play piano as well as ocarina, and am trying to get good at guitar), language study (I am low-level conversational in Spanish, am attempting to learn Thai and Japanese, and want to learn German, Chinese, and Russian someday), and I'm trying to raise a bonsai tree from seed but keep losing my seedlings.

I collect rocks, rubber duckies, and suffer from an affliction known as bibliophilia which has rendered my bookshelves utterly stuffed. I have a plushie collection that takes up a little over half my bed. I'm also addicted to music.

I enjoy most forms of music except jazz, rap, and blues. My favorite music genres are Alternative, Rock, Metal, World, and Ambient Music.

I live with my Found Family whom I affectionately refer to as my sister, my gramma, and Sensei/grampa.

I am adopted, which definitely makes the way I define family looser than some.

My adoptive mom, I refer to as just my mom, and same with my adoptive dad. I have an adoptive older sister who amusingly is almost the same age as my chosen sister. I have two biological half-sisters, whom I generally refer to as my bio-sisters. I refer to my biological mother as my birth mom, and my biological father as my father. I have never met either of them but I have met my bio-sisters.

I also have step-family: my dad divorced my mom many years ago now (amicably) and she remarried when I was 18. My step-dad is a pretty nice guy, and I also have a step-brother and step-sister (my step-sister is also, amusingly, almost the exact same age as my adoptive sister and chosen sister).

My family situation is a bit of a tangled mess to explain but it all makes perfect sense to me!

When I refer to "my family" I am almost always referring to my Found Family. I don't expect I will make such references often though.

If this data-dump wasn't enough for you, feel free to message me with questions!

[sigrid-of-solstheim]

I took a long break over the holidays, but I'm back with the latest chapter!

The Diary and Personal Writings of Nerio Ventus, Champion of Cyrodiil (24,973 words) by Sigrid_of_Solstheim Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion, Elder Scrolls Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: No Romantic Relationship(s)

A snippet:

As I passed a road sign for Kvatch a while ago, images of devastation, death, and despair swirled back into the forefront of my mind. I still wear the livery of Kvatch -the black wolf emblazoned on my tabard. It serves as a grim reminder of all that’s at stake. There have been few other travellers on the road thus far, but those I’ve met, all speak in fear of gates to Oblivion that have opened not just in Cyrodiil, but all across the continent. It makes me wonder about home. What of my company? What of the cities and towns of Skyrim? Will the peaceful fields of Whiterun burn like Kvatch? Despite my best efforts, these morbid thoughts now afflict me. I am sickened to the heart, but I must go on. I will root out this cult, even if it kills me.