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Can you imagine what it would’ve been like growing up in that place? Endless
training. No privacy. Facing scorn wherever I looked. I can very easily imagine I
needed somewhere to escape to, if I was to survive. Nocturne and I must’ve
come here a lot. We probably had plenty we wanted to hide from. Anyway, I
think that little hideaway helped shape who I am, as much as any sermon or
training did. Funny the things that influence you.
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gwinnora ironwind ⊹ shield dwarf ⊹ life cleric
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Meridia.
(TES: Daggerfall, 1996)
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Astarion’s simple plan
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I made an Astarion Print🦇
Please check out my etsy to get him while you can!
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Mortal Astarion X F! Human Tav. Ummm, angst.👀
For decades, this manor offered him a place to call home in the truest sense.
The hallway was a sacred gallery, adorned with paintings that were not mere canvases, but tangible echoes of their life together. Each brushstroke, lovingly rendered by her hand, captured the essence of cherished memories.
Whenever he opened the door at the end of the hallway, he was greeted by the radiant smile of his beloved, and the hearth beckoned him to surrender to its comforting embrace. Yet, it was the vast window next to it that held the greatest significance. The tender caress of sunlight danced across his skin as he lost himself in the pages of a book beside her. It was here, bathed in the golden rays, that he could truly revel in the miracle she had bestowed upon him – the cure to his vampiric curse, a gift of life, a reminder of the depths of her love and the power it held to transcend even the most insurmountable of boundaries.
Here at home, he had found everything his heart desired.
But nothing is ever truly perfect. Life simply doesn't work that way. Even the mightiest of fortresses cannot withstand the relentless march of time.
He thought he was ready for it, but not like this.
Never like this.
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The poem cited is "When You Are Old" BY W.B. Yeats. One of my favorites.❤️
Alright, thanks for reading the second installment of my "this did not really happen to my couple". After delving into the mortality of my Tav, Amaara, I found myself confronting a fear more profound than death itself – the fear of morbidity, of life's vibrancy fading before its inevitable end. So I decided to yank my CP around this theme. Self-indulgence at its finest.😊
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You detect the gentlest of presences disturbing the temple’s ancient, stale air. It
seems to encircle Shadowheart, welcoming her.
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fic update! one more interlude chapter and we are now back to the ascension assholes :)
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Princess Manon of Tefan✨
process under cut:
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Rihad the gateway to hammerfell
finally posting this piece for my tesdnd campaign
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— Frank Bidart, from “Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016; ‘The Third Hour of the Night’", published c. 2017.
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downloaded 2k+ mods to skyrim today-- gonna run around and kiss serana i think :-)
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Love playing a wild magic sorcerer and romancing Gale. They're both annoying.
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nightly doodle
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