#voyage to skyrim

[tigereyes45]

WIP Game

I was tagged by the wonderful @kcscribbler.

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I have written & posted fics for over 87 different fandoms. I have WIPs for almost every single one of those plus a few fandoms I haven't posted the WIPS for yet. (81 WIPS are Ao3 alone. I am not listing all of them!) For this game there will be stories from different fandoms.

The list:

Interim Stay

An Impromptu Visit

Reclaiming Life Once More

The Strange Life and Death Cycle of the Enterprise (AKA I'm sorry Chekov!)

You Need to Eat

Unbidden Adventure

Demora Sulu-Chekov

Cloaking Wounds

My Dearest Friend

Woebegone

Collision Course

Why, Bones?

My Feelings for Thees

Human Weakness

The Family that Fleas Together, Stays Together (Most of the time)

Perfect Reflection

Growing up in a Falling Republic

Oan & Eden

Unity in Pandemonium

Close Calls in the Underground

Teh Last Dragonborn

I Would Die for Them

Terrors of Being Awake

TOS/AOS ideas - (This is a doc with about 50+ ideas in it.)

Voyager ideas - (This is a doc with about 10+ ideas in it right now.)

Mcspirk Big Bang Fic

Mckirk Dating App Au

Mckirk 2024 planning doc

Mcspirk Bingo Card Planning

Mcspirk Month 2024

I'll tag @i-actually-post-stuff, @hyphenartist, @greeneyedwildthing, @nalascat, and @ussmcspirk. Of course yall don't have to play if you don't want too.

These fics are for the following fandoms: Star Trek, Star Wars, Skyrim, Red Vs Blue, Dragon Age, TOS, AOS, Star Trek Voyager, Fire Emblem Three Houses, and the Simpsons. SOME I'm closer to finishing then others.

[robynrileyart]

sometimes being the only orc teen in whiterun is hard but auntie aela is always there to cheer her up :') did i mention lily's mum is the dragonborn and has ABANDONED HER AS WELL to go and find the life of adventure she is destined for!!! typical. weird for it to happen to one parent but for BOTH parents to have ditched in favour of adventuring? this is just UNFAIR.

[libartz]

I was watching an episode of star trek Voyager (season 7: Repression) the other day just because it was a Tuvok episode, got to the opening credits and then suddenly, guest starring-

As in Erandur(and half the dunmer in Skyrim)’s voice actor?! I mcfreakin lost it. It took like half the episode for him to appear again and then he did and I was like omg it’s really him. He was playing the main villain and generally existing as an intimidating hallucination, and it slapped.

The illness continued when it got to a flashback of Tuvok being strapped on a table by him and he was going on about how Tuvok would be the perfect subject for his mind control, and I was noticing Erandur parallelsssss

[lensdeer]

No I can't fucking be normal about the Morrowind intro

After you start the game, Jiub says he "heard [the guards] say you've reached Morrowind", but in the cutscene Azura says they took you out of the Imperial City Prison "first by carriage and now by boat", so what the fuck sort of route did you take that the people driving the boat set sail from somewhere outside Morrowind and only "reached" it near Seyda Neen.

I'm extremely autistic about The Elder Scrolls lore, so I have obsessed about this issue for years: Jiub clearly meant you reached "Vvardenfell" the island within "Morrowind" the Province. I get it; from a marketing point of view, it makes sense to namedrop the name in the game's box right as you start playing, but bear with me here (why they didn't name the game "TES III: Vvardenfell" instead still escapes me; Daggerfall isn't named "High Rock" or "Hammerfell" anyways, so it doesn't have to be a province name! "TES II: Iliac Bay" would've been a significantly worse if more accurate name for that one anyways, but I digress).

With the beautiful amount of care Morrowind's team of writers put into even the most mundane details of the game's lore this detail has always struck me as weird, and since TES canon has an in-universe explanation for even the most minor gameplay mechanics like Oblivion not having levitation spells, I can't stop fucking thinking about it.

See, it's pretty easy to see that this is the optimal/fastest (and therefore most likely) route the guards used to move you from the Imperial City Prison to Seyda Neen:

Out of the Prison through the Imperial City itself, over Lake Rumare through the Talos Bridge, around the Red Ring Road and then the Blue Road, maybe stopping for the night in Cheydinhal, entering Morrowind through some frontier pass in the Velothi Mountains, traveling through the Stonefalls region for a bit, and finally boarding a ship on Old Ebonheart to take you to Seyda Neen.

In this case, you entered Morrowind WAY before even getting on the ship! It makes absolutely no sense that they would say you "reached Morrowind" if you traveled through this, the only sensible route.

So what the hell kind of route did they take you through?

If, for some reason, the guards didn't want you to set foot in Morrowind-The-Province until Seyda Neen and Seyda Neen only, they would've had to have taken you through a laughably inefficient route:

It starts the same as the previous route, but they would've had to split off the Blue Road before reaching Cheydinhal, crossed the significantly colder and more dangerous Jerall Mountains to enter Skyrim somewhere around Riften (rest stop?), wasted a bunch of time navigating through The Rift and Eastmarch, boarded a ship on Windhelm, navigated through icebergs in the Sea of Ghosts, and wasted a even more time navigating all the way through the Inner Sea to get to Seyda Neen (why not drop you off at Gnisis or somewhere else in north Vvardenfell at that point?).

If you were being taken to Morrowind with any degree of urgency it makes absolutely no sense to waste this much time and resources navigating through Skyrim's significantly less hospitable geography. And, even then, wouldn't the guards have said you "reached Morrowind" around the time the ship went into the Inner Sea anyways???

Thing is, that's literally the only other justifiable option. If they didn't want you to touch Morrowind OR Skyrim before getting dropped off at Seyda Neen, the only remaining option is the even more stupid Plan C:

Maybe they wanted to take you for the scenic route! The Nerevarine prophecy can get fulfilled fucking whenever, who cares:

Go down the Green Road through Bravil and board a ship in Leyawiin (maybe the Khajiit heard you're Azura(h)'s champion and let you through the Tenmar Jungle so you board it in Senchal instead?), and strap the FUCK in for the voyage of a lifetime through the Nepal Sea and sail the Padomaic Ocean aaaaaaaaall the fucking way around Black Marsh and mainland Morrowind, dodge a couple icebergs in the Sea of Ghosts, and navigate the Inner Sea to finally get to Seyda Neen (because fuck Tel Mora, Vivec and Ebonheart; we're determined here), like, at this point multiple years after leaving the Imperial City. Hope you packed enough provisions, because these guys are determined to not "reach Morrowind" until the Bitter Coast!

Alternatively: at this point, why didn't they just commit to the bit and just get some weirdo at the Arcane University to teleport you directly to Vvardenfell?

Condense multiple days of travel into a quick afternoon stroll through the Imperial City! Maybe the guards can do some shopping, watch a quick match in the Arena or chill for a bit in the Arboretum on their way back from dropping you off. Why not. Perfection.

Anyways. I like Morrowind, and I obsess over this topic every time I think about it. Hope I passed on my brainworms to y'all.

[l4v3nd3r-bl00d]

i thought i'd do an updated introduction post since i’ve been so inactive, so new mutuals/followers can know more about me!😊❤️

my name is kittie, i am 18, i have been diagnosed with autism & adhd since i was 15 (important to know because it explains why i am the way that i am lol) i don’t mind what pronouns you use for me, literally any are fine. i am just a person. 😁

i first started collecting violet exacts in 2019 however my collection has grown pretty slowly since i can’t hold down a job because disability.. disables. 🥲😭💔

i enjoy old things quite a lot, at the moment my main areas of interest are in: gothic architecture, silent film era (georges méliès films are my fav), skeleton keys, children’s books & toys from the 40s-70s, taxidermy, postcards, and vintage fashion/lingerie from the 40s-70s.

i also cosplay, i just don’t post it on the internet very much, my favourite anime are: kamisama kiss, vampire knight, nana, paradise kiss, love live, k-on, the future diary and chobits.

my main/oldest special interest is japanese fashion subcultures! (lolita, mori kei, fairy kei, dolly kei and cult party kei to be specific)

i don’t game regularly but my favourite games/game franchises are: american mcgees alice & madness returns, fran bow, sally face, little misfortune, stray, silent hill, elder scrolls, resident evil, skyrim, bloodborne, life is strange, the walking dead, the last of us and batman: arkham knight.

some of my favourite shows/movies: ahs (obviously), the office, dexter, the walking dead, its always sunny in philadelphia, lost, kamikaze girls, ghost world, sharp objects, wayne, a series of unfortunate events(both the series and the movie), gummo, ginger snaps, donnie darko, twin peaks, black mirror, and every wes anderson, tim burton and a24 project ever.

okay now here is a dump of all of my fav albums because i feel it’s very telling

blonde redhead - misery is a butterfly & 23

scarling - sweet heart dealer & so long, scarecrow

air - le voyage dans la lune & talkie walkie

oingo boingo - only a lad

brennan wedl - holy water branch

daniel johnson - hi how are you

teen suicide - dc snug film/ waste yrself & i will be my own hell

fox academy - luxury beverage

sidney gish - no dogs allowed

s.maharba - s.maharba

mcr - i brought you my bullets, you brought me your love & three cheers for sweet revenge

katie jane garside - lullabies in a glass wilderness

roar - impossible animals & i’m not here to make friends

candy claws - ceres and calypso in the deep time

imogen heap - speak for yourself

ricky eat acid - three love songs

dandelion hands - bleak week

catatonia - equally cursed and blessed

mort garson - mother earths plantasia

black box recorder - england made me

lady radiator - bounce energy hear me out

coma cinema - posthumous release

color filter - sleep in a synchrotron & i often think in music

jenny01 - jenny01 best & cluster

otto benson - songs before bed

marysgate - special memory

fear before the march of flames - the always open mouth & odd how people shake

the avalanches - since i left you

elysian fields - queen of the meadow & ghosts of no

leslie gore - i’ll cry if i want to

my bloody valentine - loveless

smashing pumpkins - siamese dream & mellon collie and the infinite sadness

jack off jill - clear hearts grey flowers

colour filter - sleep in a synchrotron

elliot smith - xo

panic at the disco - a fever you can’t sweat out & pretty odd

maple bee - chasing eva & home

nastyona - another secret

heartsrevolution - kitsune hearts japan

rasputina - transylvanian regurgitations &cabin fever

chris vrenna - american mcgees alice

queenadreena - taxidermy

bunny boy - Shelly & the bunny tree & did the angels come to kiss you

hole - live through this & celebrity skin

akira yamaoka - silent hill 2

hooky - something to look forward to

jack stauber - micro pop & pop food

satanicpornocultshop - arkhaiomelisidonophunikheratos

sparklehorse - its a wonderful life

susumu yokota - symbol

every album by the cure ever

i’m not very interesting so i don’t have a whole lot to say about myself on a personal level, i just like to share the media that i enjoy lol. don't be shy to message me if u ever wanna talk, especially about anything music, fashion or fandom related, just a heads up though that i sometimes really suck at replying(i apologise in advance)🥲

here are links to my other social media if you want to follow me elsewhere, though all personal accounts, not violet or ahs related.

tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@kittiebot?_t=8pZwtHs5DjU&_r=1

instagram: https://www.instagram.com/kittiebot13621?igsh=MnFpbzlpaWo0enpn&utm_source=qr

pinterest: https://pin.it/4Rlko08SX

spotify: https://open.spotify.com/user/qenp8br378218on2h77lzldq8?si=-sS3g8ATQECdosiCSmBVyw

- kittie😇❤️

[dadbodbensisko-moved]

so ik its still threshold day for some of y'all and you're out there partying but um what if. spirk skyrim au where spock is serana and kirk is the dragonborn. like amanda is valerica, sarek is harkon. mccoy is isran, different members of tos are the dawnguard.

each faction is a different series. like spock and kirk go to the college and it's like the ds9 homies. dukat is ancano, odo is urag, kira is mirabelle, etc. etc.

dark brotherhood is voyager janeway is astrid, chakotay is arnbjorn

it'd be like a series probably? i know my tes lore too so liek

[ehlnofay]

19! :)

19: sea change

In the last few days of the year 200, Torr kills the Emperor. In early 201, a war breaks out.

It’s not wholly unexpected, at least not by those who know where to look. The Emperor’s death is no small blow to Solitude, the city that sent him off on a voyage he would only exit under a pall; especially considering that the guard had patted itself on the back for successfully foiling an assassination attempt right before his ship left, only for his throat to be slit under their noses, anyway. The head of Skyrim’s Penitus Oculatus appears to have vanished. No-one reports seeing anyone out of place on the boat until they started stumbling over the bodies. The Empire mourns through all the official avenues as the heir prepares for succession; Solitude’s government is busy trying desperately to smooth it over, putting out excessive bounties on the assassin that failed and scraping up intel on the one who succeeded. Not that there’s anything much to find – it’s a locked-room murder, and every logical suspect has an alibi that holds up to interrogation. There are no leads to follow.

And Windhelm is a powder keg.

It always has been, ever since the Great War, as long as Torr or any of his kids have been alive. Short-fused and disillusioned, crowds moving hot as blood through its winding stone streets, it’s always been something tough, hard-throated, splintered into careful lined sections. Torr walks whatever lines he wants, but not everyone has the energy to straddle them; not everyone can.  The upper city is all harsh-cut stone and ice, the bricks ancient, the crowds in a hurry, even though none of them seem to know where they’re going; the Grey Quarter is where the snow runs when it turns to slush and the walls are stuffed with rags. The planks keep snapping with dry rot, sharp and gaping as broken teeth. They need to be filled to keep the cold out. The Cornerclub keeps the fire roaring. Talres goes there to work most days and doesn’t come back up to the house until the streets are empty. No-one knows it’s going to happen, not exactly, but there's no way anyone couldn't know. There are a lot of people who have been waiting on an opening, and all eyes are pointed elsewhere.

With little fanfare, the Jarl and his entourage leave Windhelm.

The city stops being a fuse and starts being the wreckage after it’s blown. Torr is told that there’s a span of a few weeks where Talres stops leaving the house completely. Katla gets arrested again and weasels out of it on her own. The ill-drawn posters of something approaching Torr’s face stuck up over the walls of Solitude are covered up with announcements and calls to join the Legion. Windhelm floods with bodies ready for the rebellion. Aventus’ house is already crowded; in a few months, Torr hears, it’s nigh impossible to walk in for the bedrolls and blankets spread over the floor. The city has never been a warm place in any sense of the word; Torr’s siblings are inundated with more kids and more kids with nowhere else to go. They don’t know if Solitude is much better; they look different now than they did on the night of the assassination that wasn’t and then was, hair cropped shorter and uneven, face gaunter, the weight they’d managed to gain over their comfortable months in Falkreath sloughing off them like a spider’s old skin, but even so it’s a bit much to step foot in there so soon, some of the bounty posters still mouldering on their posts. One of the kids says something about needing a whole other house. They’ve only got the one. Still, it makes Torr think.

(Skyrim has one orphanage, a little wooden hall down on the banks of Riften’s canals. And now there is a cursed house in Windhelm.)

Torr doesn’t go to Solitude. They only occasionally go to Windhelm. When they’re not on business, they stay on the outskirts of Danstrar; the Pale, all frozen winds and snow high enough to ice a horse’s knees, is an unappetising enough target that aside from an announcement of alliance with Windhelm’s Stormcloaks the war has not truly reached them yet. Which is ironic, considering.

(If prompted, Torr probably could have seen this coming – Torr, who spent years with his finger on Windhelm’s pulse, moving through the people and hearing endless talk about the government. It was going to happen sooner or later. And of course the Empire reeling from the assassination of its Emperor – the first since around the time of the Oblivion Crisis, which no-one is anxious to repeat, and the reminder of which put plenty of important people quite on edge – is enough of an opportunity to weigh heavily in sooner’s favour. If he’d thought about it with his blade set beneath the hairs of the old man’s beard, he would have known he was setting a war in motion. What Torr doesn’t know is if he would have cared.)

(Probably not. He still doesn’t, after all. Not enough to regret anything.)

Dead winter bleeds into spring; a little ice melts, and the sea begins to change. Torr’s shoulder aches when the weather is bad. There are clashes on the roads, outside cities, described in newspapers and word of mouth. Cyrodiil ships off heaps of soldiers to spill into Solitude’s ports. The house in Windhelm is overrun. But the nightshade kept in the temperate corner that Babette has transformed into a garden begins to bloom months early. The tides still come in and out.

The old Emperor is dead. Skyrim is tearing itself apart. Torr cleans his knife after use with a soap that smells like lavender and tries very hard to dredge up any guilt.

[throughtrialbyfire]

TESFest, Day 5 - Forgotten/Devotion

a piece on the fate of the Brinehammer wreck in The Pale. takes place post-Oblivion, pre-Skyrim. inspired by this song from Beyond Skyrim: Bruma word count - 2,374 content warnings - death, injury

The ship was called the Brinehammer, though most have forgotten its name by now. Even the sailor himself had almost forgotten, often simply referring to it as the damned boat. Some say the way the boards creaked and groaned beneath their feet was a warning, jokes spouted here and there of how her temper must be a nasty one that none could spend time aboard her without feeling at best, watched, and at worst, loathed. Perhaps it was haunted, or it was the haunting, wrapped in wood, adorned with metal and gowned in high sails. Sailors were a superstitious lot, anyone knew, and when the ship itself seemed to hate the presence of the crew, that's when it was time to return to land.

He shouldn't have been surprised when it crashed. He knew the captain had a habit for skooma and strong mead, and the two seldom mixed well. The crew had been thinking of leaving him behind entirely, or whispering of mutiny whenever there was a spare moment. But not even the best laid plans were foolproof, and if the gods wanted a laugh, who were they - this damned crew - to deny them?

Morning cast an iron-soft light upon the seas, turbulent with an oncoming storm. He'd warned the captain, the Dunmer had, many times. He was an experienced sailor. This captain was new to the sea, though aged and weathered by his time on the front lines during the Oblivion Crisis. He drove them through waters none should have traversed. He'd been good at the start, or else the Dunmer would never have set foot on his vessel. But the sea challenged this. The hard conditions, the nights pacing the deck in case of pirates, the sleeplessness and the tossing and turning. The old Khajiit aboard cursed and muttered often of Hermorah, of the god that could tear a mind asunder. Perhaps their captain, then, had fallen into the clutches of the writhing beneath the seas.

There had been a crew of twenty-five when they began, but by this point in the voyage, seven were left. Too many got off the ship at ports, had seen too much of the abyss. The Brinehammer became a curse on their lips.

Ice sharpened like spears along the distant horizons, waves slashing through the frigid sheets. The captain, his hands shaking as they always seemed to, sipped at the bottle he clutched with hawk-tight fingers. The Dunmer watched him, red eyes examining every motion the captain made. He'd seen this madness creeping up over time, but today, something darkened in the wind. The Dunmer eyed the sweeping of the high winds, the cold air bashing against the figures aboard the deck, all shivering in it's breath.

"Are you sure we're on the right course?" He asked, words coming out much harsher than intended. The captain grunted. "Shouldn't we be-"

"We'll get to Solitude when we get there," the captain barked as he gazed down at his compass. The old Khajiit listened, ears twitching as he swept at the deck. It was a futile thing, salt and melted snow turned to sludge that none could hope to banish. But the Khajiit didn't care of that. He did it to listen, as the Dunmer knew from their endless conversations.

The crew was comprised of two Imperials, a Breton, an Orc, a Dunmer, a Nord, and the old Khajiit, whom the Dunmer respected. He was a sea-hardened, wise old man, a Cathay from a small family that lost some members during the Oblivion Crisis. He'd grown weary of trade and commerce in the Imperial City, and by the time the Dunmer joined the crew's ranks, he'd seen enough sea to last several lifetimes. Took the Dunmer under his wing. Taught him how to keep level-headed, even in the most dire of situations.

The Sea of Ghosts, they called it. Ferocious thing. Named well. The Dunmer looked out along the endless expanse of sky, the thousands of miles of nothingness, blotches of shadow indicating land just beyond their reach. The sky threatened more snow, or a storm. He peered into it, silent prayers on his lips for fair weather, but he'd stopped expecting answers. He'd long since given up the idea of anything beyond what he could see with his eyes, break with his hands, yet he still whispered to Azura to be good to them. To guide his fate.

He watched as the captain, stone-eyed, guided the ship forward, between the sharp and impending ice, between the rocking waters, the Brinehammer sliding along the surface even as the sea sloshed and churned beneath them. The boat had once been a sturdier thing, the Dunmer heard the old Khajiit tell him, but years in harsh condition and little time for repairs had done its damage. Sometimes the Brinehammer would creak under their feet as though confirming the old Cathay's tales. He seemed the only one that the vessel tolerated, or at least didn't loathe.

The captain ordered the Dunmer to head below deck, check on some cargo, "and by the gods, don't take anything," the older man added sharply. He knew of the Dunmer's past, something that he often regretted mentioning off-handedly when he'd joined the crew. The idea of a former thief on board tended to make the captain give him shifting glances, quick eyes that shuffled to and from his own ruby gaze. His cold hands clenched the helm, the aged Imperial keeping his sights set for land. Everyone was anxious to get to Solitude, unload their cargo, and spend some nights at the local inn getting hammered beyond fathom.

The Dunmer passed the Orc, a burly man from a small city in High Rock, who spent most of his time helping the captain keep an eye out for anything on the waters, for land. They spoke quick greetings to one another, a small bit of conversation before he climbed below deck, his grey hands working to steady him as he descended. He'd never liked the rocking of the sea.

All went well, for the next hour or so. He organized and reorganized and catalogued their cargo, ensuring everything was marked as neatly as possible. The Dunmer hummed and made idle comments to himself as he continued his work, keen eyes scanning bottles and trinkets and wondering just how much he would be paid from all of this when they finished their work in Solitude.

He was about to head up to inform the captain, when the world rattled beneath him. A noise, puncturing through his ears, loud as thunder and cracking like bone, and a force that sent him tumbling. The boat went sideways against something. Before he could scramble to his feet, a crate came scraping down towards him. He had no time to act, the wood crashing into his knee.

Seering hot pain scorched through him, burning every sense. His eyes squeezed shut. He cursed loudly, shrieking and shoving his palm over his mouth to mute the sound. A blast of cold air threw his senses off, his face tickled by something spraying at him, and when he finally opened his eyes, he saw why.

The hole in the side of the ship. Sharp rocks, jutting against it, and snow pelting inside unlike he'd seen in a very long time.

The old Khajiit came rushing down into the cargo hold, as though he'd overheard the cacophany. From beyond the door, the Dunmer could hear the captain cursing, shrill, barking like a mad animal at some god or other, a snowstorm, as sudden as the sun is bright. The Cathay knelt beside the Dunmer, examining his leg, grave expression digging into his fur.

"What happened?" The Dunmer demanded, but he already knew. He knew this ship was cursed, haunted, whatever one called it, the Brinehammer was too damned strange not to be.

"Snow," the Cathay breathed, words forming clouds as they left his mouth, "this one tried to warn the captain, but the Imperial would not listen, this one-"

"Oh, gods," the Dunmer groaned in pain, head lolling back as his vision blackened. The Khajiit rested a warm, clawed hand to his face, trying to keep the younger of the pair awake, "oh, gods."

The Orc ran in next, shouting at the captain, the pair back-and-forth arguing as he made it down the steps, clinging to the walls for balance. He spotted the Dunmer and the Khajiit, and in a hush that poured ice into everyone's veins, he whispered, "Where's Titus?"

The crew had long lost use for names. They didn't care, most of them were never aboard the Brinehammer long enough to use them, but Titus was the newest member. Youngest of the crew. Wiry limbs, wiry red hair. The only Imperial aside from the captain. Everyone else had been on deck or in their room. The boy snuck off to nap in the captains quarters sometimes, said the bed was more comfortable, the captain would never know since he hardly slept anyways, the boy hadn't been on the deck or in his room…

"Oh, by the Nine," the Breton sailor clutched a hand over his mouth as he pushed the door to the captains quarters open, apprehensive, "my gods, Titus…"

"What is it?" the Dunmer groaned. The Breton turned back, eyes shadowed by his heavy brow.

Beyond him, he could see blood.

The captain, finally, stormed down to see where everyone was and what was happening, the Nord behind him, her fists balled as though ready to throw the bastard off the ship herself.

"If you would just listen," she urged gravely, "then we wouldn't be in this mess!"

"I couldn't have foreseen the weather, girl," the captain sneered, "that storm blew in so fast it nearly took us into the water!"

"Onto the rocks is not much better."

He watched them bicker for a while as the Orc stepped slowly over, resting his large palm over the Dunmer's knee. "I can't…" he shook out, "I don't know Restoration, but there's got to be some potions here somewhere,"

"We unloaded all our healing potions last port," he grimaced.

The Khajiit stroked at his chin, thinking. "How far are we from Dawnstar?"

The question was enough to silence the crew. After a moment, the Breton made the awkward clamor up to the deck, staring out into the horizon. When he returned, he still looked grim, but there was a tinge of hope in his eyes. "I don't know, but I can see the Blue Palace."

"Our friend needs medical attention," the Cathay noted, gesturing to the Dunmer's broken leg. Shattered, probably. He couldn't move it, and all he could feel was enough pain to make the room spin if he so much as moved his eyes. "If we go looking for someone, a way to town, perhaps…"

The captain glanced around at his crew. "Alright."

The room fell quiet, aside from the whipping of the wind and snow, the high shrill of sound.

"If we make it to Dawnstar, we'll be able to bring a rescue party, get you patched up," he pointed a wrinkled finger to the Dunmer, "and get us to Solitude."

"Shouldn't someone stay behind?" The Nord asked. The Orc held up a hand, but lowered it when the Khajiit said that he would.

It was settled, then. The others would go to Dawnstar. They would get help, and return to rescue him. He watched them leave, and the Khajiit set to work creating a space for them to rest, to keep warm. He pulled a couple of bedrolls from a crate - grinning as he did, knowing full well the captain would toss him off the crew for it - and pulling a lantern, igniting it. He brought in some books, a quill, and the pair sat there together.

The Dunmer knew by the third day that all hope was lost. The Cathay had said all he was going to do was try to light a fire outside, maybe attempt to boil some water, but the look in his eye… The Dunmer knew.

He waited. And waited, as the hours ticked by in the dark. He was lucky to have not frozen, but dehydration had set in long ago. He could barely think. He reached for his chest, as though fumbling for something, and murmured to himself of an amulet he'd long tossed in the sea. He'd once been devoted to Azura, in his youth. And in this moment, he had nothing to remind himself of home, of her. And to die here, near Dawnstar, where rumor circulated of a shrine being built in her honor, seemed nothing short of fate.

He flipped open the pages of the book he'd been reading and re-reading. Father of the Niben. He grasped his quill, dipping it in the half-frozen ink. One final plea, one final prayer. In the back of the book, scribbled down, the sailor's last request. That Azura end his suffering. That his soul may find peace.

He had no idea what may become of it. Perhaps, like himself, it would be forgotten. Another shipwreck and damned crew. Perhaps, he added bitterly, his crew had gotten piss drunk off in Dawnstar and forgotten all about the two sailors back at the ship, and the rotting remains of Titus. The cold had prevented him from stenching up the entire cargo hold. The old Khajiit had said he'd been crushed by a chest, and the Dunmer was glad he hadn't been able to see it. Still, he wrote, and used his strength for one last moment.

One day, maybe someone would stumble upon the wreck. They would find the skeleton of the elf, and his last prayer. They would find the bones of Titus. What would become of the words scribbled on the inner back of the book, he would not live to know, but the words would live on in his stead.

As the Dunmer allowed his strength to pass, laying back and closing his eyes, he swore he heard a voice, and felt the warmth of arms around him one last time.

[nonsense-writer-sorted]

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Intro / Tags / Sorting

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[For tags] Block what you need to! <3

[Intro]

-------------- ~ABOUT ME~ -------------- Names: - Dingo / Dell / Dillon / Mundy My pronouns: - He/him | They/Them | Any masc/neutral -'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'- Interests:

Writing, Drawing, Team fortress 2, TF classic, Animation, music creation, Skyrim, Archery, mechanical engineering, and learning languages.

-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'-'- TF2 TAGS BLU - B🟦 RED - R🟥 Scout - 👟Scout⚾ Soldier - 🎇Solly🦅 Pyro - ⚠Pyro🔥 Demo - 💥Demo💣 Heavy - 👊Heavy🥪 Engineer - 💛Engie🌾 Medic - 💉Medic✂ Sniper - 🤎Sniper🌲 Spy - 🗡Spy💖

TF2 SHIP TAGS SAME CHAR. SHIPS [Ex: Scout/Scout or Medic/Medic] - [whatever ship tag] +# 💫doubled💫 OFFENSE: Scout ⚾ Scout x Scout - 🍗headache⚾ Scout x Soldier - ⚾batting Helmet🦅 Scout x Pyro- ⚾flash fire🔥 Scout x Demo- ⚾hop scotch💣 Scout x Heavy- ⚾heavy hitters👊 Scout x Engineer- ⚾run n gun🌾 Scout x Medic- ⚾quickfix💉 Scout x Sniper- ⚾speeding bullet🌲 Scout x Spy- ( ಠ_ಠ) - no.

Soldier 🦅

Soldier x Scout - ⚾batting Helmet🦅 Soldier x Soldier - 🎇screamin' eagles🦅 Soldier x Pyro- 🦅fire works🔥 Soldier x Demo- 🦅boots n bombs💣 Soldier x Heavy- 🦅cold war👊 Soldier x Engineer- 🦅rocket science🌾 Soldier x Medic- 🦅liberty cabbage💉 Soldier x Sniper- 🦅american aviators🌲 Soldier x Spy- 🦅freedomfries🗡

Pyro🔥

Pyro x Scout - ⚾flash fire🔥 Pyro x Soldier - 🦅fire works🔥 Pyro x Pyro- ⚠twin flames🔥 Pyro x Demo- 🔥molotov cocktail💣 Pyro x Heavy- 🔥toasted sandvich👊 Pyro x Engineer- 🔥molten metal🌾 Pyro x Medic- 🔥burn ward💉 Pyro x Sniper- 🔥bushfire🌲 Pyro x Spy- 🔥frenchtoast🗡

DEFENSE: Demo 💣 Demo x Scout - ⚾hop scotch💣Demo x Soldier - 🦅boots n bombs💣Demo x Pyro- 🔥molotov cocktail💣Demo x Demo- 💥double dynamite💣 Demo x Heavy- 💣big bang👊 Demo x Engineer- 💣short fuse🌾 Demo x Medic- 💣jaegerbombs💉 Demo x Sniper- 💣swordvan🌲 Demo x Spy- 💣bomb voyage🗡

Heavy 👊

Heavy x Scout - ⚾heavy hitters👊Heavy x Soldier - 🦅cold war👊Heavy x Pyro- 🔥toasted sandvich👊Heavy x Demo- 💣big bang👊Heavy x Heavy - 🥪cold war👊 Heavy x Engineer- 👊heavy metal🌾 Heavy x Medic- 👊birds n bears💉 Heavy x Sniper- 👊vegemite sanvich🌲 Heavy x Spy- 👊spoovy🗡

Engineer🌾

Engineer x Scout - ⚾run n gun🌾 Engineer x Soldier - 🦅rocket science🌾 Engineer x Pyro- 🔥molten metal🌾 Engineer x Demo- 💣short fuse🌾 Engineer x Heavy- 👊heavy metal🌾 Engineer x Engineer- 💛more gun🌾 Engineer x Medic- 🌾glasses n goggles💉 Engineer x Sniper- 🌾trucks n vans🌲 Engineer x Spy- 🌾practical espionage🗡

SUPPORT: Medic 💉 Medic x Scout - ⚾quickfix💉 Medic x Soldier - 🦅liberty cabbage💉 Medic x Pyro- 🔥burn ward💉 Medic x Demo- 💣jaegerbombs💉 Medic x Heavy- 👊birds n bears💉 Medic x Engineer- 🌾glasses n goggles💉 Medic x Medic - ✂double dose💉 Medic x Sniper- 💉bush meds🌲 Medic x Spy- 💉gentle surgery🗡

Sniper🌲

Sniper x Scout - ⚾speeding bullet🌲 Sniper x Soldier - 🦅american aviators🌲 Sniper x Pyro- 🔥bushfire🌲 Sniper x Demo- 💣swordvan🌲 Sniper x Heavy - 👊vegemite sanvich🌲 Sniper x Engineer- 🌾trucks n vans🌲 Sniper x Medic- 💉bush meds🌲 Sniper x Sniper - 🤎shoot first🌲 Sniper x Spy- 🌲bloody suit🗡

Spy🗡

Spy x Scout - 'again, no. thought u were gettin lucky eh? This ain't it bubs.' Spy x Soldier - 🦅freedomfries🗡 Spy x Pyro- 🔥frenchtoast🗡 Spy x Demo- 💣bomb voyage🗡 Spy x Heavy- 👊spoovy🗡 Spy x Engineer- 🌾practical espionage🗡 Spy x Medic- 💉gentle surgery🗡 Spy x Sniper- bloody suit🗡 Spy x Spy - 💖information sellers🗡

COLOUR TAGS Warm colours - 🧡warm🧡 Cold colours - 💙cold💙 Nuetral colours - 💚nuetral💚

OTHER TAGS Suggestive - [general tags] + ❗cw❗+❗suggestive❗ Stimboards - 🌟stimboard🌟 Self-shipping / OC x cannon / etc - 🌲love🌲 Icons / PFPs - 🔸icons🔶 Saving - 🔹save🔹 Art - 🎨art ref/tips/etc🎨

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[dragonsongmakhali]

10 fandoms, 10 characters, 10 tags:

Basic rules: choose 10 fandoms that you are part of/support, and choose a favorite character from each of those. Then, tag ten folks!

Tagged by: @jigschosai @sealrock @reikatsukihana and @sasslett! Thank y'all :'D

This is not ordered by how much I'm into them, they're just in whatever order came to mind :) I will caution that I don't tend to choose favorite characters, I'm more of an OC maker. Feeling chatty, so I'm putting the actual list under a cut. You're welcome.

1. FFXIV : Pretty self-explanatory for the xiv sideblog. Since I'm not as in to the MSQ, I don't think I actually have a favorite character (which I know is illegal, I'm sorry :<). I really love seeing what the community does with the characters, though!

2. Halo : The storyline went to hell long ago, but I do still adore the original trilogy and constantly mine it for gpose captions. It was basically what I lived off of in high school. If I had a tumblr back then, I'd have been insufferable. Favorite character is easily Rtas 'Vadum.

3. WoW : Kind of. Asterisk. I really only know Classic, and even then, I'm way more Horde than I am Alliance. I have approximate knowledge of many things. No favorite there either - I'm all about the world and making OCs. We have two concurrent WoW tabletop games running at the moment, so this is where most of my headspace is. Their shared timeline is different from the canon, so I'm not really in the fandom per se.

4. Mass Effect : Alien dating sim, my beloved. I even enjoyed Andromeda (jump jets implemented perfectly, fun combat, the Jardaan reminded me of Forerunners). If you ask me to choose a favorite, I'll cry. How is a mother supposed to choose between her two sons (Legion and Grunt)? Drack also gets an honorary mention for his 100s of low res pictures of guns email.

5. Elder Scrolls : Mostly Skyrim, some Oblivion. I know, I'm one of those fans. Anyway, I've probably played over 1k hours of Skyrim by this point and yet. And yet! I don't have a favorite. The entirety of the Companions? I just wish that the faction questlines in Skyrim weren't "you killed 3 wolves and have been here a week. You lead us all now", but it does give me good scaffolding which. As an OC fiend. Grabby hands.

6. The World Ends With You : This game made me good at calculus in high school. My favorite character from here is Sho Minamimoto, and I was a completely normal teenager who dealt with that by doing calculus problems for fun. Turns out, the trick to get good at math is repetition.

7. Pokémon : Probably my earliest fandom. Still play the games now and again, just got Legends Arceus (super late, I know), and that's been a lot of fun. My favorite character from the franchise is Sinnoh's Rock type leader, Roark. I had a long-running sideblog dedicated to the Sinnoh region because gen IV is my favorite in general! It's inactive at the moment.

8. Guild Wars : 2, to be more precise. I started playing about a month after release, and since it's f2p, I still drop in from time to time. Like every MMO, I have no favorites. I really love playing Sylvari, though! (The glow!! The nightmare!! The [[Heart of Thorns spoiler!!]] They're just so neat)

9. Star Trek : we're now getting into "shows I watched and didn't hate" because I'm definitely not in the 'fandom' for Trek. We've been going through the old series as a way to wind down before bed, starting with TNG. We're on Enterprise now, and I'm sad that it got canceled. Still will probably have a better ending than Voyager. I don't have a favorite, but I can tell you that the writers' collective favorite must be either Seven of Nine or Data.

10. Uh. Various anime? I can't say I've recently loved any particular series to the point of fandom, but as a whole, I've been a weeb since I was in middle school. "Recent" series that I've enjoyed have included Mob Psycho and Love is War. Coincidentally, they both saved the most banger opening for their third season.

We had to stretch a little bit, but we made it to ten! Proud of this community (this community is my brain desperately trying to remember 10 things I like)

Have no idea who's been tagged in this, so if you've done this, please ignore! Or reblog it again!

@miqojak @airis-ray @wilanserulia @ahollowgrave @blackestnight @starstrider @iron-sparrow @sumifinalfourteen @jump-n-dive @otherworldseekers

[skyrim-forever]

WIP Wednesday

Hello everyone! Thanks to the always wonderful @thequeenofthewinter for tagging me :) I'm tagging @dirty-bosmer @thana-topsy @ladytanithia @throughtrialbyfire and anyone else who wants to take part :)

I'm very exciting to share the start I've something I've been working on quietly in the shadows, a series! It's entitled Outlander in the Homeland. It will follow Half-Breton, Half-Dunmer Dragonborn Vevora Senim as she journey's to Solstheim to defeat Miraak, revitalize Solstheim and learn more about her Dunmer heritage; a heritage she knows very little about due to her upbringing. Featuring drama, pain, friendship, family and romance <3 Here's the beginning snippet, stay tuned for the first chapter soon!

The bow of the Northern Maiden pushes through the fog as they get further from Skyrim.  Thankfully the sea has been calm, allowing for them to have a peaceful voyage on the ship’s first trip back to Solstheim. It hadn’t been easy, convincing Captain Gjalund to take her to the island. 

“Strange things have been happening there, I won’t risk my crew.” It was respectable, Morrowind was already strange and foreign to many residents of Skyrim; particularly the island northwest of Windhelm. It wasn’t until Vevora offered to pay for the voyage in its entirety, did Gjalund coincide. She sits at bow, waiting for the moment land appears and they are in Morrowind. Morrowind her mind races. She was afraid of going to Morrowind, the homeland of her father, the place everyone assumed she was from.  She looks at her hands, moving them in front of her face. They are grey, all of her is grey. Despite her obvious appearance, she often had to remind herself she was a Dunmer, at least on the outside. Many people did not bat an eye at her appearance, writing her off as another refugee from Morrowind. Never stopping to challenge their own assumptions, she did take every opportunity however to tell people she was not a refugee from Morrowind. She was from Markarth, raised by her Breton mother in the traditions of High Rock. she had barely known her father and yet it was because of him that she walked the world feeling like an impostor.

The only knowledge she had of Dunmer culture came from friends she had made in Skyrim such as Erandur and Irelith. In her mind she was a Breton learning to be a Dunmer. And to further complicate her identity struggles, two years ago, just after being captured by the Imperial Legion; she discovered she was Dovahkiin, a legendary hero to the Nords. Breton and Dunmer, raised around Nords, in the stone city of the Dwemer, Vevora Senim had never felt enough to fit in anywhere.

[ladytanithia]

Leaving Skyrim changed

Out of the Ashes - Chapter 26 - LadyTanithia - Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim [Archive of Our Own]

Teldryn picked up Miranja at the shop in the morning, and Revyn accompanied them to the docks to see them off. Miranja promised to see him in three weeks when she came back over, and he kissed her goodbye right there on the dock, even surprising and delighting her by dipping her.

An older, wiser Miranja stood at the bow on the voyage back to Solstheim, looking toward the horizon but seeing only her inner thoughts and visions. The salty moisture on her somber cheeks could have been sea spray, or it could have been tears.

Tel let her be, lying on his back on the deck and watching the clouds overhead, sorting out his own self. This journey with Miranja had changed her, changed Skyrim, and changed him, too. For better or worse, he wasn't sure, but he was leaning toward better.

[krogans-give-the-best-cuddles]

NINE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW BETTER ♡

I was tagged by@unsettlingcreature

and in return I am tagging: @marke-the-silverlion (bc why not) @eyezehuhh @theonyxranger @echoshour @adrianspoison @samfparker @twilitzelda

favorite color. green! i love growing things. fighting for the top spot for years was purple and yellow, but these days i think orange is steadily rising.

last song. Butchered Tongue by Hozier. I'm listening to music right now but paused to focus bc the song was. making me too sad and feelings-heavy to write this out

last movie. oh man. I've been to a ton this year but haven't watched as many at home as I wanted... I think it was Barbie. Missed The Last Voyage of the Demeter bc I was too busy w wedding planning but I wanted to go see that

currently watching. I'm doing the hard work of catching up on Dr. Who... I wanna watch Ncuti Gatwa when he's the doc but I stopped watching back in series 8 bc i was burnt out on the Moffat of it all... Now I gotta get thru a lot of Moffat. Nearly caught up tho!

currently reading. Bad Feminist by Roxanne Gay, Seahorses as Pets by Edward Eldington and also RoTK by Tolkien. There's many of them bc I will read a bit and then leave and do literally everything else under the sun, go "I should read!", pick out a new thing, read a bit, go "Oh I need to read the other one too!" read a bit of that. Repeat... hell cycle.

current obsession. man I was really obsessed with writing OCs for a bit. Then became obsessed with Skyrim again. Then modding Skyrim helped me discover a power supply fault in my computer so I can no longer safely play modded Skyrim. So I keep having Skyrim dreams (literally) but I will not play unmodded anymore... So I suffer. Guess that means I'm in between fixations?

sweet, savory, or spicy? Savory!! Salt good!! It also stops me from fainting and being dizzy all the time, but I've always liked it even before I became Afflicted with the Condition.

currently working on. I am midway through a lot of things. I'm beginning to think I'm approaching everything like the reading. I have "The Heart Beats Again" I have four other projects of varying sizes and I am thinking of maybe doing kinktober so. I am busy and bouncing around

[dragonsandbottlecaps]

(Skyrim mod: Voyage to the Dreamborne Isles, PC screenshot)

[dalekofchaos]

Fancast masterpost

DC

DCEU recast

Burtonverse Recast

1940′s Batman

90′s Justice League

Reevesverse Batman

Gunnverse Batman

Superman

Wonder Woman

The Flash

Green Lantern

Aquaman

Justice League

Green Arrow

Teen Titans

Suicide Squad

Justice League Dark

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Telltale’s Batman

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Legion Of Doom

Birds Of Prey

Marvel

Spider-Man

Ultimate Spider-Man

X-Men

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Dark Avengers

Masters Of Evil

Blade

Black Widow

X-Force

Wolverine 

Spider-Verse

The Punisher

Other Marvel characters

Star Wars

Thrawn:A Star Wars Story Fancast

Canon Fancast

Legends

my KOTOR fancast

my KOTOR II fancast

The Force Unleashed

Shadows Of The Empire

Darth Plagueis

Boba Fett

90′s Thrawn Trilogy

The Thrawn Trilogy

Prequel Remake Trilogy

Original Remake Trilogy

Cara Dune recast

Star Trek

Pike

Kelvinverse AOS

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Kelvinverse DS9

Kelvinverse Voyager

Disney

Villains

Princesses

Video Games

FNAF

The Last Of Us

The Last Of Us Part II

Life Is Strange(New)

Life Is Strange Before The Storm(New)

Life Is Strange(Old)

Life Is Strange Before The Storm(Old)

Life Is Strange 2

Life Is Strange True Colors

Assassin’s Creed

Mass Effect

KOTOR

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The Force Unleashed

Resident Evil

Silent Hill

God Of War

God Of War Norse Saga

Mortal Kombat(old)

Mortal Kombat(new)

Bioshock

Bioshock 2

Bioshock Infinite

Skyrim

Oblivion

Dead Rising

Dead RIsing 1

The Wolf Among Us

Telltale’s Game Of Thrones

Telltale’s The Walking Dead

The Walking Dead  The Final Season

Red Dead Redemption

LA Noire

Detroit:Become Human

Red Dead Redemption 2

The Sims

Vampyr

Harry Potter

The Greater Good

Tom Riddle

Hogwarts Founders

The Marauders

Anime

Hellsing

DBZ

ASOIAF

Targaryen

Robert’s Rebellion

House Targaryen(Dany’s family)

House Martell

House Baratheon

House Stark

House Lannister

House Tyrell

House Dayne

House Arryn

House Tully

House Greyjoy

Reboots/Misc

Spawn

American Doctor Who

Beetlejuice

The Lost Boys

The Godfather

Scarface

Back To The Future

Terminator

Robocop

Universal Monsters

Jack The Ripper

James Bond

Bond Villains

Mortal Kombat Sequel

Dracula

The Addams Family

Elm Street

The Stand

The Shining

Hannibal season 4

Xena

Firefly

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

TVL/QOTD

The Vampire Chronicles

Sherlock Holmes

Phantom Of The Opera

Time Lords

[zeravmeta]

🖊 for my man the bermuda triangle

Here is the Context for those who don't know

You know, while developing his profile, I actually had the idea to incorporate Rip Van Winkle as part of his skillsets, with the joke being that he had time travel powers, but his time travel works the way that day/night mechanics work in games like skyrim or botw: He just stands in one place, unblinking, without so much as breathing for 2 weeks and then goes "Haha! I've time traveled into the future!"

With this guy, It's pretty apparent in his profile, but I really did want to make a being based entirely out of modern misinformation. Anyone halfway familiar with any Nasu lore would know well enough about Night of Wallachia and his misinformation based superpowers, where any rumors and such would become real. Nasu lore is so much about information clout and the powers you get from what some dude might have said you had centuries ago, so I actually loved the idea of taking modern shock value media and cryptid/analog horror types of media and shoving them all into a guy

The Bermuda Triangle is a pretty infamous example of this, which is why Edward is the original book about the locale, except since the original story was so aggrandized and made insane, he's also full of a bunch of other tabloid magazines and such.

Of course, the thing about this is that due to his nature as "the unknown which scares people", he ended up being possessed by humanity's fundamental fear of the dark, similar to how voyager is a foreigner because he embodies humanity's trailblazing spirit.

Edward knows both the primal fears of the universe and also Bigfoot personally, but the thing is that he's also a servant like Nursery Rhyme, very much more a conceptual servant instead of having been a real guy: He's only borrowing Edward Van Winkles face the same way Nursery is borrowing Alice's face.

In fact, he's very much Nursery Rhymes annoying teenage brother, where he's constantly getting dunked on by others because of his oh so wily schemes, but he doesn't really mind, nor does he really care about making a profit , because his primary purpose as shock media is to be engaged with. Nursery Rhyme is made to teach kids lessons to keep them safe, which is why shes always trying to protect others, even fully grown people who are yet still immature and thus need to grow up (raikou, limbo, mephy, etc). Edward is far more about challenging peoples perceptions on what they can accept, because the primal fears of humanity are far more horrifying than anything he could come up with. He's all about entertainment and speed: Making more and more stories to consume and discard all the same, because truth is always stranger than fiction