#vorstag skyrim

[nauteno]

Follower, I chose YOU! (TES:V)

[aquaticxflames]

been playing skyrim a lot recently. i honestly chose vorstag at absolute random and man was i lucky. he quickly turned into one of my favourite followers, bless his little nonexistent pixel heart

[ratbugs]

halsin??

[boyslit]

yum Skyrim

i hired my favorite cutie Vorstag to help kick bandit butt while I'm out and about in the Reach but i have to have him wait around for me while i take care of "personal matters" (report to dark brotherhood) (kill people for money) (appease the literal worst of the daedric princes bc zarathes is scared of him)

followers are still really funny tho bc we're sneaking into a forsworn fortress and behind me i hear, full volume, like we're outside in the Whiterun market-

baby. honey. shut up i don't want to fight six forsworn at once lmao

[pizzleyanked]

reunited

[juniperberries-canisroot]

She didn't give me anythin??

[umbracirrus]

WIP... Saturday? 💛

After a busy few days, and spending yesterday baking, I've finally managed to get around to posting some works in progress....

I haven't done any writing over this past week or so, but have done some drawings - a continuation of the set of drawings of my Elder Scrolls OCs that I started over last weekend. As with then, these still need a bit more refining and colouring, though I'm not doing that until I've got a sketch for each of my OCs done.

This time it is two more of my Dragonborn, Iduna and Siriane, and I'll give more details about them under the read more.

Tagged by @thequeenofthewinter and @your-talos-is-problematic 😊

Iduna

Iduna is a former Vigilant of Stendarr who ended up a vampire following an incident which involved daedra worshippers and vampires. She doesn't remember much of what happened after getting rendered immobile and barely conscious early on in the fight, with there being only three things which she managed to cling onto - the screams of her fellow vigilants as they were killed, feeling something sharp, and the cold. When she came to after, she awoke to the aftermath of a bloodbath, covered head to toe in wounds... and without her humanity. She attempted to return to the Hall of the Vigilants for help, but instead was almost killed by those she thought her friends and allies.

For over a year she roamed Skyrim endlessly, seeking a cure to her condition, the only thing keeping her going being her prayers to Stendarr as she clung onto her battered and broken amulet. Begrudgingly, she found herself in Helgen on the day that Alduin attacked.... and that then pushed her onto the path of the Dragonborn.

But it's a path that she refuses to return to until her personal dilemma is solved. Luckily, she has a four-legged friend with her, and word just caught her ears of the Dawnguard... who may very well be her last hope in being mortal once more, and possibly even in tracking down those who took her mortality away from her in the first place.

Siriane

Siriane, who I believe is my only Altmer OC and Dragonborn off the top of my head, doesn't have much of a story beyond a few points:

She lives in Markarth, and for two reasons:

1 - she loves the dwemer architecture 2 - it's in close vicinity to Sky Haven Temple, as she is hoping that the Blades will be an asset on her quest to defeat Alduin.

She does not like the Thalmor or what they stand for

Yet she has an attraction to Ondolemar - purely physical attraction mind you, because the whole being a Thalmor Justiciar thing is what stops her in her tracks whenever she sees him and thinks about striking up a conversation.

And she considers Vorstag a close - if not her best - friend/drinking buddy/companion when going out and about to kill bandits and dragons and everything inbetween.

[tirsden]

Michael's healer-only Skyrim challenge continues, with a big crafting session today boosting him to level 36. Restoration is at 71, and 65% restoration cost reduction which won't matter much longer because it's almost time to craft a proper zero-cost healer set.

New fails since last time:

The Lost Expedition (too many falmer at once)

New successes:

Markarth house (temporary family home)

Thane of Markarth

adopted Sophie

The White Phial

married Vorstag

Cidhna mine quest*

House of Horrors**

returned Mjoll's sword

enchanting 100

Solitude house (family home)

Thane of Solitude

s'more bounties and item rescues

*The quest chain involving Cidhna mine was a bitch, considering one section requires brawling… but that's against the challenge rules and Kharjo refused to attack punchy-guy. I ended up aggroing the nearby guards by healing either fisticuffs-dude or a guard, which aggroed the guards on me, which sent Kharjo berserk on the actual enemy plus the guards. Fisticuffs died and had a sufficient quest item to loot, so I bailed out the front gate before kitty could make my bounty any higher.

The guards followed me out, tried to arrest me, and were informed that I'm Thane so kindly fuck off. Everyone un-aggroed including Kharjo, and all was well. The very end of the quest was more of a head-scratcher, as the main bad guy kept killing off half the town while I could do literally nothing to stop it. After several retries on the ending, I watched the final conversation and then fast-traveled to the other side of the map, force-waited 48 hours, and went back. No sign of the bad guy, happy town full of alive people. Done and done.

** The end of House of Horrors stumped me for a while, because telling Kharjo to attack the priest would induce combat but kitty would just walk up to the cage and stand there menacingly. I wasn't sure if he just couldn't reach the hitbox, or if he needed the quest mace which I couldn't give him since it was locked to my inventory. I finally realized I could force him to use arrows by taking away his other weapons, and that got me through the end of the quest.

Beyond that, smithing is in the mid-90s and alchemy still needs work. Alchemy is going to be what I end up legendary-ing a few times to make up for all the stuff I can't get levels in with this challenge. Note to self: enchant up a couple good sets of frost-resist gear so we can go finish Meridia's temple finally.

[alegocarmadein]

I have been playing SO MUCH skyrim recently that it's been giving me migraines. I'm deep in the paint yall.

I'm doing this run where I'm not using the map, like at all. I'm using the journal/quest markers and memory (mostly quest markers ahshsh. They dont give a lot of direction in the reality of the game as to where to go) and i'm trying to do all the quests I haven't been doing for the past....ten years? Which is a surprising amount!

I've never completed the civil war quest, on either side. I've gotten multiple characters over 80 and have never done it. I ONCE got to the point of having the jagged crown for the storm cloaks but then said fuck it, i dont care, good crown, mine now thanks.

But I just joined on the side of the legion and I'm havin fun! It's cool to hear soldiers call me the new title they give me after every subsequent step. I'm on like...Quetzal right now? I think? Something like that.

I am level 21 now, started like 2 weeks ago, feelin pretty cool.

I also want to marry someone new, so NOT Ysolda, Uthgerd, Jennesa, Lydia, or Vorstag.

Honestly right now I'm thinking about Taari which is funny cause she's so rude to you when you first meet her, but I've been wearing an amulet of mara for the quest for the temple of mara in riften where you help three pairs of lovers, and I keep fucking bumping into her and EVERY TIME she comments about it and I (think) I heard her call me handsome or pretty or something and that did endear me to her. And also. Maybe I want to marry a total bitch. (LOVINGLY. I SAY OH SO LOVINGLY)

Anyway. Making my way through the imperial quests, then I'll actually complete the main dragonborn quest which I HATE doing, and then who knows!

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[magic-vinny]

My fucking god! these bitches gay! Good for them.

[dovakhiindrabbles]

How bout having to go on a two man mission with either Harvard or Vorstag (reader and him don't really get on apparently but let's face it it's fanfic it's cos they have FEELINGS), using prompts 2, 93, 69, 90 (but changed to we and our), 85 and 72? I know there's like a lot of prompts there, so I'd cut it down if you want! Thanks love 😊 xxx

For some reason, I’ve never been more determined to write a prompt than I have now. Maybe it’s just the length of it but I haVE TO DO THIS

Anyhow, thank you so much and have a lovely day darling!! Enjoy!!

2. “I’ll keep you warm.”

93. “Are you cold?”

69. “I don’t need you.”

90. “We need to take our shirts off.”

85. “I need to tell you something.”

72. “Do not tempt me.”

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To say the least, Markarth wasn’t your favorite place.

Far from it in fact.

But when rumors and fears spread of a highborn dragon’s strength reaching even over the hold’s walls, you knew just where to place your sights next.

It was supposedly hidden away in the mountains far above anyone even in the caves and hidings of the ancient Dwemer city. The stories of its murky black scales and gaping jaw that hurled scorching flames trailing the streets as commonly as the people’s secrecy.

You sat yourself down just before the bar faintly muttering to the innkeeper for supplies before he disappeared off with a curt goodbye.

You thought briefly you might have a moment to yourself.

In retrospect, that was a foolish thought.

“Aren’t you that Dragonborn?” A voice spoke up, low and silvered beside you. “Come to kill that beast haven’t you?”

“What of it?”

“Thought you might want an extra hand.”

“I don’t need you,” You said without a second thought, a frown sewing itself across your lips. “I don’t need anyone getting themselves needlessly hurt.”

“Then I guess I’ll just have to not get hurt,” They mused, a creaking of the table as they leaned against it. “It’s sort of my job to keep others safe after all.”

You furrowed your brow, twisting your head to meet the person who seemed so curiously adamant.

He was a man with warpaint decorating his cheek, messy and dusty tangles of blonde hair pulled back.

“And you are?”

“Vorstag. I’m what you’d call a soldier of fortune. Make me an offer, and I just might fight on your side.”

“Have you ever fought a dragon?” You asked, narrowing your eyes. Your interest hardly piqued.

But, maybe just a tad.

“Not up close and personal. But I’m not afraid to try.” He remarked. “Besides, a trek up here is a death sentence on your own. And here I am, offering myself up.”

You paused, watching him carefully, your shoulders eventually slumping with your better judgment winning over your pride.

“… How does five hundred sound?”

“It sounds perfect,” He replied, the slightest hint of a grin etched on the corners of his mouth. “I’ll be seeing you in the morning then?”

“Of course,” He nodded, giving a polite dip of his head to you. “Good night then?”

“Goodnight. Get some rest, you’ll need it.”

“I don’t doubt that.”

You watched him meld back into the crowds of people in the tavern, whether it from your wariness or ale-induced mind you couldn’t quite tell.

But nonetheless, the morning. came.

You stood outside the gate of Markath in the pale sunlight, rubbing your drowsy eyes, snapped awake by the sound of pounding, heavy boots approaching you.

“Maybe you were the one who needed rest?”

You peeped at Vorstag and scoffed, shifting your grip to the mantle of your greatsword. “Good morning to you too.”

“Are you ready?” He leaned against the gates,  listening as it moaned with age and weary wood. “The sooner we start the better after all.”

You relented with a small yawn, stepping outside to an onslaught of cold from the winds that barreled inwards.

And you began your journey.

For the longest, while it felt like simply step after step, your boots grinding against hard, chilled ground along the edges and crevices of mountains far above you. Vorstag trailing behind you, an arm hovering outwards towards you on the rare occasion you’d stumble.

But at the very least, it wasn’t silent.

“So, I may or may not have heard rumors that you can… ride those things?” He spoke up, peeking out just beside your shoulder, brows raised curiously. “And that you’re… friends with some?”

“Sounds a little odd when you put it that way,” You mused, cracking the smallest hint of a grin. “but yes.”

“Could you call one of them?”

“You want their autograph or something?”

“Would that really be such an outrageous request?”

You contemplated briefly, amused. “Perhaps not,” You mumbled folding your lips to hide the faint smirk struggling to pull through your expression. “but if you think I’m going to call one of them for you, you’re sorely mistaken.”

“I’ll give you ten septims.”

“With the coin, I paid you with?” You snorted, a sort of lightness easing into your steps.

“…Perhaps.”

“You know… as great as that sounds… no.”

Vorstag fought back a laugh, instead huffing while he ushered you along the terrain. “You didn’t tell me in the job description you were so stubborn.”

“You mean when you approached me in a tavern, drunk?”

“You or me?”

“Both.”

You snickered, trailing a bit ahead before you twisted to meet him, arms folding across your chest in a smug sort of way. “I suppose if you want to so bad you’ll just have to make me.”

He came by your side, a shift in his expression from the cold and stern man you’d met in Markarth, a humanity seeping through him.

A kindness even.

“Do not tempt me.”

He never did make you.

Instead, you began to tell each other stories of your adventures and traveling, often times your eyes widening like saucers while you’d regale each other with tales. The fires in your camp having to go out to remind you of the late hours of the night.

“You’re kidding me!” You exclaimed, reeling back as you sat, roaring out in a laughter you rarely let escape you. “That could not have happened!”

“Those Dwarves were clever you know!” He sniggered, hunched over with arms slouched against his knees. “You’ve been in plenty of their ruins haven’t you?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” You returned, taking a sleepy swig of your ale. “but I think I handle centurions far better.”

“Alright, maybe when I was younger I was a bit cocky,” He conceded, huffing. “But it wouldn’t stand a chance against me now.”

“Oh, yeah?” You raised a curious brow. “You want to prove that to me?”

“Are we going to take a detour?”

“No, I was thinking … after all this?”

He grinned warmly, leaning closer to you on your seats. “And here I thought you wanted to get rid of me as soon as possible?”

“Well…” You contemplated with your words, shoving away the sudden pounding of your heart with a snide grin. “you’re not as bad as I thought.”

“That right?”

You nodded, fidgeting with the ends of your sleeves, doing your best to not avert your gaze. “That’s right.”

“Well, if it helps,” He let out a small, heavy breath, heat trickling onto the tips of his ears. Whether from the flame’s heat or otherwise he wouldn’t dare admit. “I think you’re… great I suppose.”

“Great…?”

He paused, figuring just exactly what he’d said.

But you happened to beat him to it.

“I… I think you’re pretty great too.” You softened, giving him a small, sleepy glance. Your head tipping to the side to collapse onto his shoulder with heavy lids. “If you don’t mind me saying.”

It didn’t even take a moment, but it sent you to sleep with a smile all the same.

“I don’t mind at all.”

And your hearts may have soared.

Just a tad.

But it never quite changed from then.

Every action sent your stomach twisting into knots or butterflies fluttering inside, sudden bits of fondness hinted in your tones, the moments your fingers would tangle or his hand holding onto you lasting longer than it would before.

But by the Gods, you never the strength to admit it, more willing to struggle through your darkened cheeks and ear-to-ear smiles. The very idea of confessing leaving you thinking that you might burst at the seams.

Not that keeping silent was much better.

You walked beside him down the path you’d set yourselves on long ago, snow pelting down on the cracks of your armor, a sudden arm whipping in front of you before you could even take another step.

“Wha-”

“Ice.” He pointed out just ahead, revealing what was once a river, coated in a thick layer of ice.

“You think it’s safe?”

“I… I don’t know,” He admitted, his brow wrinkled with concern. “I would be careful. Maybe we could find another way-”

“That would take ages,” You stopped him, a wave of worry rippling through you. “You know we can’t do that.”

He hesitated, only relenting with your continued adamance, swallowing down his better judgment. “… Alright. Just be careful, please.”

“Of course,” You assured him, squeezing his shoulder before you set off, staring down at the frozen layer beneath you.

And as you reached the center, your worst fear came to life.

A crack.

You switched back to Vorstag, eyes wide as saucers with a sort of terror he knew almost immediately.

“Don’t move!” He yelled back, sliding onto the ice to meet you, a distance still set between you when the crackles only grew further and further. Your fists laced tight to keep from shivering, tears threatening to spill.

“You’re okay,” He hummed, moving closer when the final split erupted in your ears, barely able to reach out to him before you collapsed into the water. The only feeling being that of the freezing cold overwhelming inside of you.

Currents upon currents tackled onto you in an instant, your screams drowned out by the endless water pouring into your lungs. Writhing and twisting even as you felt a grip tangle around your waist, a flurry of muted of terror only wavering once you were set back down onto the ice, your body dropping onto whatever solid ground you had.

Yet even in your blurry vision, you could still see who had rescued you, hair now matted and warpaint dribbling down his features. Vorstag hoisting you up in his arms to lead you back to the solid ground.

Every inch of you was coated in shivers, sputtering up in furious coughs, collapsing against him while he pulled you close, desperately setting up a fire as quick as he was able. The heat sending shocks erupting through you.

You didn’t even bother to smother your cursing, gripping tight onto him and his arms that weaved around you ever so tightly.

“I’ll keep you warm,” He comforted, sifting through the supplies he had with him almost desperately, drenching you in blankets for what felt like hours, a sort of weight lifted when you finally spoke.

“Thank you,” You hummed, easing against him. “You… you saved me.”

“Did you think I-I’d let you drown?”

“I-I didn’t know I was just… I was so scared…” You murmured, unsure of whether the trembling was from the cold or the venomous fear trickling through you.

“I wouldn’t have let you die,” He mentioned almost instantly, adamant with himself. “You mean… so much more to me.”

And for once you didn’t worry, you didn’t fret.

It simply slipped out.

“You mean a lot to me too.”

You could sense the lightness inside of him, a heavy weight lifted off of his shoulders as he finally brought himself to confess.

“I need to tell you something.” He scoffed, correcting himself. “I need to tell you two things actually.”

“Which one do you want to say first?”

“We need… we need to take off our shirts.”

“Say the other one,” You remarked through your laughter. “I am prepared to freeze.”

He sniggered, crinkling his nose amusedly. “I am not.”

You puffed out your cheeks indignantly, crinkling your nose. “What is the other one.”

“I um… I think I’m… I’m in love with you.”

You immediately twisted to meet him, eyes wider than dinner plates, whatever smile you were hiding pushing through, stretching from ear to ear.

“I ah - I think I might… in love with you too?”

He could hardly believe the very words that spilled from you, erupting into a laughter you rarely were able to hear from him. His already tangled arms around you only tightening as he was able to pepper you with kisses

“Does that mean you’ll change your clothes?” He eventually asked, his hold laced around your face, foreheads tipped against one another. 

You pressed a tender kiss to his nose, ruffling his hair. 

“Absolutely not.” 

[refinedstorage]

Reina

[the-elder-polls]

so. at the absolutely wretched suggestion of my roommate:

if you don't wanna see these polls, blacklist #ideal spouse poll

don't see your ideal spouse here? go to the #ideal spouse poll tag on my blog and look for 'em there!

this poll is a multi-part poll.

[boyslit]

who is the best Skyrim follower and why is it vorstag?

[justheretop0st]

Another

She did not know what she did to me. She was my light. She was my friend. She was with another. 

He traveled with us, and love wasn't something that belonged in war and such. But he chose to come with us to help. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but I shouldn’t have accepted him so easily. We were fine before him. We had synergy that kept us protected. She wasn’t mine, but I could feel that she felt something too.

Months on the road and doing what we could in the crisis kept us alone and away from society. She tried to keep the feelings mutual. But I could tell what he was doing. I could see that he looked at her. I could see how he would touch her, patting her shoulder and even giving her hugs to calm her during the storms. Anything he could to get close to her.

I tried my best to keep her focused. I promised myself I would wait until it was safe to confess my love for her. She didn’t need distractions. She was the Dragonborn with the world on her shoulders. I wasn’t about to add to her worries. But he overstepped his welcome with me.

He took her aside and kissed her. He held her in his arms, and she didn’t fight it. She let him do it. I so badly wanted to rush for her. To stand between her and this heathen that decided he could do what he wanted. Her laugh is what stopped me. Her smile and the adoration in her eyes kept me from rushing to her.

They did try to keep it a secret, but eventually they got sloppy. Even if I didn’t know from the start, it wasn’t difficult to figure out. I was caught in a wave of despair, confusion and heartbreak. I was caught between being her supportive friend and a furious interest. But I knew that I couldn’t live without her in my life.

Somehow I would have to make it through their moments of love. Holding hands along the roads. Kissing each other before a mission. Sleeping in each other’s arms. My chest burned each time I saw them. I had no solace. Only if I chose to abandon my nightly watch to leave them helpless, and I couldn’t do that. Not to her.

It burned to see her with another. It sparked a pattern wanting to leave and deciding to stay with the grind. She needed me. Even if she had another.

[pizzleyanked]

headhunter lets u turn in bounties alive and shivani is 100% into it