#vignar

[stymshots]

If I join you, can Jorrvaskr be Ourvaskr?

[marischimmer]

Vignar - Chapter 1 - Part 6

Well, a roommate shouldn’t distract her from her routine. She was a long gone subject, after all. Yes, a long gone subject. Not a long gone friend. A. Subject.

Math homework wouldn’t be done by itself, would it. Time to get that done.

It would be easier if she actually understood what she was doing. What was the point in knowing what a parabola is? That wouldn’t help her in real life, would it? It’d be much better if they learnt how to cook something else than noodles and rice, or how to sew, for example. If you want to keep it math-ish, even Home Economics would be better. But the ones who decide what to learn are never the ones in the classrooms, are they.

– Why, hallo dere, Empson. Or should I say princess – greeted someone, loud enough to make her hear him despite the headphones. She decided to ignore him, since no one was allowed to speak to her in that tone – Hey. Dun ignore me, ya piece of shit – the guy said, grabbing her by her hood. Stupid jacket.

– Oh, I’m sorry, were you talking to me? – she asked, as sarcastic as possible, her golden eyes shining in disgust just by seeing him and his lame goons – Is there nothing better for you to do, Selman? I bet your Math homework remains untouched still –

– So what? You ain’t done it eider, didja? –

– And what if I haven’t yet? At least I am going to do it. What about you? Will you let your marks go even lower? –

– ‘S dat a challenge? Are ya challenging me? Don’tja know what happens when ya challenge me? –

– Yes. I win – she said, stabbing his foot with her heels.  Before he realised, she was free from his grip, and was gone by the second. His gorillas were so lame they wouldn’t even try to catch her, being so worried about their “boss”.

Some narrow alleys later, she was back at the school campus. Now she was safe. They wouldn’t dare hit her at school, they had been too many times at Detention already; they would be suspended, at the very least. She should still be more aware of her surroundings. This time it was those idiots, but the next time it could be a robber or a kidnapper.

Jeez. How annoying they were.

She tried to focus on that awful Math homework. Now she had to get a better mark than him. Of course she would, but extra effort wouldn’t kill her. If only she understood the exercise completely… But Mrs. Emily didn’t quite understand the questions they made, and always answered anything else but what they wanted to know. That happened as a homeroom teacher, too, so that’s why they weren’t too happy when they were told she’d be theirs. But, anyways, she was better than many others, and better than nothing at all, so she was accepted.

Math homework. Not Math teacher. Focus.

Actually, now that she thought about it, many teachers had that same problem…

Focus.

What if Shaiel was good at Math? She should check the timetable Kendra gave her; if she was in the same or even a higher level, she could ask her for help, maybe. Just for Math. It wouldn’t harm her, would it?

With that idea in mind, she hurried back to her room, decided to do her best before she arrived. Just to show her how good she was.

– She didn’t recognize me –

Having called Damon in a hurry, she was lying in Shaiel’s bed to avoid messing up all the plushies and cushions neatly covering her own, hiding her head behind a pillow. Who cared if she messed up her roommate’s side instead.

– Pfft- What? –

– She didn’t recognize me. She doesn’t know who I am. She seemed confused, as if she had some déjà vu or something, but she didn’t recognize me – she said, throwing the pillow against him when he started laughing.

Wonderful. Now she wouldn’t hear the end of it.

– Are you done yet? –

– I told you! I told you she ain’t recognizing you! You’ve grown up, you silly, you changed! I bet she changed too –

– ...She is much taller than me now. Were it not for my heels, the difference would be huge. Her English is still as bad as it was though – she said, but there was pride in her voice. It did improve. She just wouldn’t admit it.

– So? Where’s she? –

– I… may or may not have spoken harshly and told her to disappear from my sight –

– OH. MY. GOD! Lisette! – he started laughing again, making her blush. Well, yes, she probably shouldn’t have done that, but there was no reason to tease her like that! – Unbelievable. I ain’t believe you are so- The girl’s new here! Ain’t you wanted to make a nice first impression?? You really are dumb! –

– We all know I’m dumb, Damon, that’s no news –

– No. Wait. I ain’t meant it. No, you ain’t dumb. Damnit –

– Language, D. Do not worry, it is common knowledge by now. Anyways, did you get any more information? – she asked, trying to change the subject. It was no news, really. Everyone said so because it was true.

– I… no, not really. They told her to ask us questions instead, since she got so… well, shy about herself –

– Yes, I noticed. When she saw me she seemed… scared or something. It was… unusual. People tend to hate me, not fear me –

– Guess you’ll have fun with her around –

– Perhaps.., – she said, not paying much attention anymore – Say, what do you want for your birthday? –

– …Ain’t you a tad too early? –

– Come on, you know I like having everything ready beforehand. And it’s less than a month away –

– Fine, fine… What about a new helmet? For my bike, you know. The old one is, well, old. I got tired of it already –

– ...You are worse than me. But, very well! It is decided, then. Expect a new helmet, better than the previous one! By the way, where is your bike? You didn’t have it with you this morning, did you? –

– Nah, it’s in the repair shop. Somethin’s wrong with the breaks; it ain’t letting me stop when I want to –

– …Are you sure you don’t want me to buy you a new one? –

– Hell no! Dad bought it for me, ya know it. I ain’t changin’ it for anythin’. It ain’t matter if it’s second hand or anythin’, it’s mine. I’m keepin’ it until it ain’t fixable no more – he got really worked up. He quickly realised he was on the verge of getting angry at her for no reason and stood up to leave before he made any mistakes – …Welp. I’m off to get snacks. Want some? –

– Heck no, I’m still full from lunch. How do you even manage to keep all that food in your stomach? –

– Genetics, sweetie. Genetics –

– I hate you – she joked, making him chuckle. Good, he wasn’t in that much of a foul mood anymore – Oh, yes, by the way. Kendra is expecting you to make her meet Shaiel. Actually, to try to make them be friends. Don’t disrespect her prediction, now, could you? –

[elderscrollsconceptart]

Vignar's house

Concept art for The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Art by Ray Lederer

[skyrimtournaments]

Best Jarl Tournament: Round 1

The two Jarls of Whiterun! Balgruuf is the first of Skyrim's Jarls most of you met, which could sway the vote. Does Vignar stand a chance?

[helgiafterdark]

dragonsreach

[umbracirrus]

I'm still absolutely raging about Vignar Gray-Mane.

[transmairon]

I find it interesting that a few Nords will have white/silver hair regardless of their age. The main example being the Gray-Mane family in Whiterun. This is not really a natural hair colour in humans until they get older, unless they have albinism. Sure a few people irl have natural platinum blonde hair, but actual natural "platinum blonde" hair is still more golden than what we see in Skyrim, and none of the Silver haired Nords look particularly like they're supposed to have albinism. (Vignar Gray-mane is literally the darkest Nord in the game) I guess you can say that the Nords are a fantasy race so normal hair logic doesn't apply to them and it's not that deep, but for lore reasons I like to think that Nord families like the Gray-manes might have some significant Snow Elf ancestry, or perhaps they have more giants blood in them. There is in-universe speculation that the early Atmorans were either descendants from or mixed with Atmoran giants, and Atmoran giants are often imagined to have blue skin and white hair. I also like the idea that they are blessed by Kyne at birth and are more adapt to Skyrim's environment, similar to how some Dunmer born with more unusual hair or eye colours are believed to have a closer connection to one of the three good Deadra.

[paragonofnothing]

CHARACTER RANT‼️‼️‼️‼️

I’m sitting at the dentist rn so I have time on my hands until they tear my jaw open like when I crack open your mum’s legs. Lemme introduce you to the main character and POV, Echo!

Art is supplied by @corvidknights

So, Echo. What’s their story? Well, you see, they are a native-born Nephian, born on planet Nephis. Their father, Captain Vignar of the Avanderists. Basically the Andromeda Galaxy’s version of the Avengers. They wield the Varium, sentient, organic armor. You know Blue Beetle? Imagine that, kind of.

So, Vignar’s obviously very busy all the damn time. You know what that means!!!! Child neglect!!!!!!! Echo has a lot of beef with their dad over that, but they take solace in their brother, Vix. Vix kind of stepped in as a parental figure, teaching Echo to care for themself and was someone for them to confide in. But he can’t always be there, due to training to be the next Captain.

“Where’s their mother?” I hear you ask. “Dead,” I answer. You see, (as far as they know) Echo’s mother was killed by the armor —Hagem— that Vignar wields. So, no mother figure aside from the picture on the shrine Echo has dedicated to their mother.

They navigate all this on top of being forced into the role of being the new Captain of the Avanderists due to their father being paralyzed early in the story, and having to have the Varium passed on to them to save their life after a fatal injury. So they’re thrust into a dangerous galaxy, a new threat on the rise, and an axe to grind with the guy who nearly killed them and paralyzed their father.

So that’s their story for book oneee :3333

[marischimmer]

Vignar - Chapter 1 - Part 5

<<Very well, we have spare time until lunch. What do you want to do?>>

She stared at the blondie, wondering what they could do next. They had already seen a bit of the main field, the dorms, the canteen… And everywhere they went, they were greeted by a massive amount of people.

– Maybe we can… – she found herself saying, speaking her mind – I dunno, stay somewhere less crowdy and… talk? Or somethin’? –

<<We could go to the library>> she wrote after deep thought <<There’s hardly anyone there, and it’s so big no one would run into us>>

– Sounds good to me –

<<This way!>>

When she said the library was big, she meant it. Three whole floors stuffed with shelves, a computer section somewhere according to the evacuation plan, and thousands and thousands of books according to the digital record visible on the librarian’s glasses. That PC really had the brightness set high.

– Oh, hullo there, Miss Frist. You are with a new student, are you not? Are you on Committee duty? – the woman asked, smiling. She looked old, but she somehow seemed full of energy even sitting by the computer. The blondie nodded in response, smiling. The librarian turned to look at her – Very well, then, shall we register you? What’s your name, sweetheart? –

– Ah- May I fill it myself, if you don’t mind? That way we make sure there’s no spelling mistakes; my English is not the best, after all – she offered, as polite as she could, surprising both of them.

– Oh, well… as you wish! I do not see the problem. Here’s the form, take your time to read it – the librarian said, handing her some papers.

<<I didn’t know you could speak like that. It was really polite>>

– Oh, yeah, well, I, emm… I’m k-kinda… used to it, I guess – she said, focused both on the form and what the blondie wrote down. She was too used to it, maybe. She took a glance at every space she had to fill and quickly realized she couldn’t understand half the terms written there. Great. Of course, the blondie quickly caught on.

<<What are you having trouble with?>> she asked, leaning in. Too close. Way too close!

– A-ah, it’s okay! I-I can figure it out myself – she stammered, jumping from her seat, startling her. Did the blondie wince in pain for a second or was it just her imagination?

Would it be too rude to sit a seat away from her? She really wasn’t expecting that. She was too uneasy to sit right beside her now. Maybe she should leave the library instead, make an excuse.

The blondie’s phone rang suddenly, cutting her train of thought.

<<I’m sorry, they need me somewhere else. Do you think you could finish the form and then go back to the dorms? I can pick you up here if you can’t>> she asked, a polite smile on her face. 

– Yeah, I-I can do it. Go do your thing –

<<Alright then! When you give the form to madam Braddock, don’t forget to call her madam. I’ll pick you up for lunch>>

– Ah, okay –

She waited until the blondie was no longer in her field of vision, trying to hide her embarrassment. That was close! Literally. Just why did people always get so close to each other?? She surely thought it was weird. At this rate, she’d scare everyone away without even punching them once. That’d be bad, she had to make friends in here, that was the plan, not scaring them away at first sight! At least not yet…

She took out her phone and translated every word in the form, just in case. She tried to memorize them all so she wouldn’t have this problem again, and when she finished she made her way to the front desk.

While walking, she suddenly felt another presence in the library. She looked around, startled, until she spotted a black-haired girl sitting in front of a computer. Oh, so that was the computer section. Three long tables with, like, three computers lined up on each one, some coffee tables and low armchairs on the side and a desk separated from the rest with a really old computer but a nice office chair in which the girl was sitting. She was right in front of her, but the girl didn’t seem to notice. She was too focused on the images and webpages flashing through the screen. Even with the white light shining on her glasses, she still looked naturally pale. Actually, no, she looked sick. Like when she didn’t go outside for a long time. But if she was used to being outside and got sick inside really fast, then how much time had that girl been sitting there??

The girl suddenly stood up, startling her. She hid behind some shelves without thinking, watching her from between the books. The girl walked some steps and disappeared behind a door with a woman sticker. A bathroom. No, wait, it was a bathroom if it had a bath; that surely didn’t have a bath. A toilet, then, no?

She heard the chimes of the clock in the distance. Twelve gongs. Twelve?? Already?? The blondie said to meet her at the dorms for lunch and she hadn’t even handed in the papers!

She ran all the way to the main desk, naturally without getting lost. When she was close enough to see the librarian, she stopped to settle her breathing. You weren’t supposed to run in libraries, the woman shouldn’t notice.

– Here are the papers, madam – 

– Oh, thank you, miss… –

– Zárate. Shaiel Zárate –

– Very well, miss Zárate. I will add you to the system later. And please be more careful, we do not want you crashing into something, do we? –

– Y-yes, madam. Sorry, madam –

She sprinted back to the dorms in a straight line, ignoring the pavement. Stepping on grass felt better anyways. It was nice, running for a bit again. The cold breeze hit her in the face while she dashed between the other students, slowing down when she was some steps away from her destination. She didn’t crash into anyone nor anything. Not bad, considering she hadn’t exercised since the previous week. All the paperwork and packing left her timeless, not even for her nocturnal walks. She wondered if she could continue those now that she was on a campus. She should definitely ask if there was a curfew. 

She climbed the stairs quickly. The sooner she reached her room, the sooner she would be able to calm herself down to pretend she didn’t take a whole hour to complete that stupid form. She opened the door to the room to find it wasn’t empty this time.

Her roommate was sitting by her desk. And she was glaring at her.

All kinds of alarms went off her head. The weird feeling of nostalgia? she had had all day screamed at her all of a sudden, startling her. 

Her golden eyes squinted, as if judging her. Were her clothes dirty? They surely were, after everything she went through that morning. Maybe she could smell her sweat from there. Why did she have to run?

– I presume you are my new roommate – said the black-haired girl in front of her, coldly. She had such pretty hair. It probably was really soft, like her cousin’s – Well? Are you just going to stand there? –

– I-I… – her head was empty. Introductions. Yes – G-greetings, your highness. My name is Shaiel Zárate. N-nice to meet you –. If she was a princess, then surely that greeting she had practiced for her role plays with her cousin should be enough, no?

Her golden eyes squinted again, in disgust? and she scoffed. Shit.

– I see you at least know your place. I am Lisette, and unless you have unfinished business here, I suggest you disappear from my sight at once – she ordered coldly, turning her back again to continue what she was working on before she interrupted her.

She turned beet red and left as quickly as she came, closing the door softly to not disturb her again. Shit. Shit. Shit. Did her greeting piss her off? Or was it lacking? She seemed to be pleased but at the same time annoyed. Was it too much?? Too little??

Defeated, she walked down the stairs again slowly. She should’ve just waited at the door so the blondie didn’t have to go upstairs. 

She really messed up, didn’t she.

[incorrectskyrimquotes]

Daily Eryn Fact: Vignar Gray-Mane doesn't like her, in spite of how much she's done for his family.

[m-aiq]

Greymane or Battleborn?

Vignar Grey-Mane has a restraining order on M'aiq. So this one prefers the Battleborns.

[elderscrollsconceptart]

Maybe its my intense bias but almost all the Stormcloak Jarls suck? I mean like as people AND as rulers. There's a few exceptions but still..

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Eastmarch: Ulfric. Helps Nords. Doesn't help anyone else. Even the other Stormcloak Jarls say they think Ulfic is self interested. Many also seem to think his rebellion is justified, but that Ulfric is doing it for selfish reasons.

Falkreath: Dengeir. Lowkey losing his mind. Suspicious of everyone including abjectly loyal citizens. Only better than Siddgeir because he's not corrupt.

Haafingar: Ulfric again except hes King now. See above.

Hjaalmarch: Sorli the Builder. Totally aloof. Morthal's citizens seem to hate her just as much as Igrod Ravencrone. Cut dialogue shows she isn't even interested in ruling Morthal and wants a position in a more prestigious Hold like Riften.

The Pale: Skald. Huge asshole and abusive to everyone. Probably the worst jarl in any hold because he cant even get Stormcloak loyalists to like him. Enough said.

The Reach: Thongvor Silver-Blood. Genocidal and enriches his family via Cidnha mine slave labor. Thinks his money entitles him to power. Huge racist against non-nords. Hates Forsworn but seems to cover up for their presence in the city while also wanting to imprison them for his mines. Basically a dumber racist version of Maven Black-Briar.

The Rift: Laila Law-Giver. Decent as Jarls go but along with everyone else in Riften politics, she is complicit in corruption. Still far far better than Maven Black-Briar *literally* running the city after the Empire retakes it.

Whiterun: Vignar Grey-Mane. Decent old coot. Has pride in his strong Nord values while not being a racist or overly xenophobic (in comparison at least). Seems proactive about working to protect Whiterun and it's people.

Winterhold: Korir. Racist xenophobic bigot who seems to be passing his prejudice to his son who espouses similar views. Actively hates the College despite it being the only thing bringing people to Winterhold anymore. Won't even foster good relations with the only thing contributing to the economy of Winterhold. Complains about Winterholds decay so asks you to get some ancient crown purely so *he* can get more respect from other jarls. No actual benefit to the hold. Literally blames it on the College when it gets extra cold outside.

All in all, the Imperial Jarls of Falkreath and Riften are the only ones who seem worse than their Stormcloak replacements/alternatives IMO.

Of course it's all my opinion! What are your thoughts?

[hircines-hunter]

Hello hello :3c For the firsts asks: 6, 19, G, U, 💋 and 📝 for any ship of your choosing fufufufu

Thank you so much Senu!!! This took so long to make… the patients won’t stop.

6.First time they realized their "calling" in life

Sifkni’s calling will always be a werewolf. She was born as one. But after her first transformation she knew what she was made for. It takes her awhile to feel comfortable with being Harbinger. But when she kicked Vignar out before she was thought of as a potential candidate for Harbinger.

19. First time they felt rejected by another character

Sifkni does not like Brynjolf. He’s very dismissive of her in general and it is to protect Estinan. It is the first time she’s been affected by a rejection.

G. First time seeing the other one sick/injured

Farkas is injured during Dustman’s. That’s the first time Sifkni sees him seriously injured. And things happen to Sifkni later, that are more plot relevant. I won’t reveal it.

U. First pet names/nicknames they give each other

My love is probably their most used names for each other. Farkas does call her Sif a lot before and after they’re together.

📝 - Pick a character: first draft of that character + the final version of that character

Good gods. Uhm. Original Siffy is uh.. the writing is bad.

Original draft

A Nord woman stumbled across the vast Skyrim landscape. Her only light were the twin moons and stars above. She just instinctively ran. Her long auburn hair whipped around her. 

She couldn’t stop running. 

Not just yet. 

She needed to get farther away from the Pale. The farther away the better.

The woman came across a small house near a river. She came to a slight halt and decided to go ask for shelter. Before she even reached the house, outside the mines, her world went black.

Third and Posted draft

Sifkni’s feet carried her far from her home. Far from everything she’d known. Everything she loved. It didn’t matter anymore. Her heart dropped. What was she going to do now? Everyone was gone.

Papa. Rithle. Estinan. Lucret. Thonro.

Sifkni didn’t know how long she had been running. She figured she had been running all day and all-night judging by how she felt. Her legs were numb. Her lungs were on fire. Her feet were raw. Her body finally felt the elements. She shivered against the chill morning.

She felt the grime of sweat and dirt. And blood. Her auburn hair stuck to the grime instead of the breeze. She struggled to keep her eyes open, but not from exhaustion. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying.

Sifkni paused to look around.

Where am I?

She didn’t know where she was located. She knew she hadn’t left Skyrim. But the landscape changed. The forest was different. It was warm compared to the Pale. But the exact location evaded her. None of this was familiar to her.

She saw the early morning rays of the sun shine from behind the distant mountains. Smoke billowed from the chimney of a nearby house. At least someone lived out here.

She looked down at her blood covered hands. The disarray of her clothing or lack thereof. The rags she’d thrown on her body before running, barely covered her. Hopefully they could help her. The residents of the house. Hopefully.

She started her way towards the house. She desperately needed help. She reached out to knock on the door.

Someone shoved Sifkni to the ground. She screamed and struggled against the person holding her down. She was too exhausted. She choked back on a cry. Her eyes glinted silver before her captor hit her head with the back of their axe. Pain seared through her head and temple. Her world went dark.

💋 Favorite "first kiss" scene you've written between two characters

Ah…. Hmmmmmmmmm…. You know. Probably Sifarkas’ first kiss. It’s…. Just very….healing for her.

I’ll put it under read more!

At midday, Farkas grabbed her arm. “Ah. I forgot. Sorry. It’s your name day today. I have something for you.” He patted his pockets.

A gift? Sifkni’s heart pounded. She narrowed her eyes at him.

“I know…. You might not want to accept it. But, it’s yours. I can hold onto it longer… if you need me to.” He rummaged through the pockets of his coat and pulled out a delicately wrapped gift. “It reminded me of you.”

Sifkni took the gift and opened it. She saw the antler handle and the leather cover. A knife? She took the cover off. She stared at the icy blue blade. It sparkled in the sunlight. Beautiful. She looked at Farkas and then at the knife. “It’s … gorgeous.” Her eyebrows furrowed. She was at a loss for words. Was this really hers?

“The color reminded me of your eyes. And I thought you would like something useful and sturdy. Since you like hunting.” He held his hand out. She placed the knife in his hand. “It’s stalhrim. It’s as strong as ebony I think.” He looked over the knife with a soft smile on his face.

Sifkni looked at him. Her cheeks flushed at his comment. 

This wasn’t a bribery gift. 
This wasn’t from Thonro. 

She took a deep breath.

“I can hold onto it. Until you’re ready.” He smiled. 

Sifkni stared at him. She took the knife back and looked it over. She held it in front of the sun. The light prismed across the ground, casting sparkling rainbows on it. Beautiful. She moved it, causing the rainbows to shift around them. “I love it. A lot.” She looked at Farkas, a smile on her face. “I really do.” She said above a whisper.

“It’s okay. You can let me hold onto it until you’re ready. If it’s later today, tomorrow or even 10 years from now. It’ll be yours.”

Sifkni looked over the knife. She put the cover back on and she put it into her pocket. This wasn’t Thonro. This was Farkas. Farkas genuinely gave her a gift. Because he cared for her. It was a thoughtful gift. She did need a new knife. And it was the right amount of gorgeous and useful. She felt her eyes well. “No… no, I’ll take it now. It makes me happy.” She looked back at him. She turned and faced him. “Really.”

Sifkni wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close into a hug. Her cheeks brushed against his unshaven beard. She pulled away slightly to look at his face. His lips. He had a smile on them. His eyes were soft. Sifkni put her hand on his cheek, fingers trailing across his beard. His scars across his cheek and his lips. She leaned up and kissed him. Gentle. Soft. It felt natural and right. She felt her cheeks heat. 

Farkas put his hand behind her head and tilted her head, kissing her deeper. His fingers trailed through her hair. He pulled away and smiled at her. He wiped her tears away with his thumb. 

Sifkni’s face turned bright red. “I… I’m sorry!” She looked away. She should’ve asked first. Her happiness overwhelmed her.

“No….” He put his hands on her face and turned her face to him. “Don’t.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “I’ve been thinking about doing that for a long time. Don’t apologize. Please.”

Sifkni didn’t think her face could turn any more red, but she felt it grow hotter. “A long time?”

He nodded. “Aye. I….” He looked at her flushed face. He cleared his throat. He could barely see her freckles under the blush. “I… I never thought you would actually…”

Sifkni had a small smile. “Me either… I. I think… I have wanted to kiss you… since we left Jorrvaskr.” She put her hands on his. “Can… Can I kiss you again?” She asked as she leaned up.

“Aye. Anytime.” He pulled her closer as they kissed again.

[helgiafterdark]

running late for dad's funeral

[umbracirrus]

Watching whatever the heck is happening on my dashboard like 👀🍿