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Skyrim Characters and their vape flavours of choice (someone put me down)
Ondolemar: either pineapple ice lost mary or the orange gummy bear lost mary. Dude is a posh roadman with his rolex, military shave, flawless skincare and designer tracksuit
Ancano: juicy peach lost mary or strawberry ice lost mary. He’s girlypop but will hide his vape because he doesn’t want to be made fun of for having pink on his person. Even though he’d 100% rock the juicy couture velour outfit and main as princess peach in mariokart.
Elenwen: coconut melon elf bar. Girlie would rather be sipping pina coladas in Alinor’s top resorts and spas. Her nails match the colour of her vape. Alternatively, she’d get the mojito elf bar thinking it would taste like rum. Disappointed when it doesn’t.
Serana: maryjack kisses lost mary or cherry ice lost mary. No explanation needed.
Cicero: the disgustingly sweet flavours like the cotton candy ice (pure fucking sugar) or the immensely artificial blue razz / mr blue lost mary. As if the little guy needs any more sugar in his system.
Teldryn Sero: buys the really shit knock off lost marys, and only ever gets flavours like ‘spearmint’ or ‘cream tobacco’ 😩 can’t handle having anything that doesn’t hit his chest like a normal cigarette, and will constantly complain about how much he misses smoking.
Vingalmo: will deny that he vapes with every fibre of his being but will freak out when he loses his cranberry raspberry cherry elf bar in the coffin lining. If there’s fruity fog coming out of one of the coffins in Castle Volkihar, it’s not ‘atmospheric ambience’, it’s Vingalmo hotboxing his bed.
Garan Marethi: has a heavy duty non-disposable vape and only ever vapes one flavour because it’s the only one he can stand: vampire vape blood sukka.
Neloth: also has a heavy duty vape but has these horrific mystery flavours like “jungle juice” or “pinkman” or “unicorn shake” and each new flavour he puts in the tank (without replacing any of the coils) is a worse, more burnt, more artificial smelling mess than the last.
Farkas: if it doesn’t smell like he wants to eat it, he doesn’t want it. Only gets flavours like “banana milkshake”, “caramel waffle” or “red velvet cake”
#skyrim#tesblr#thalmor#altmer#ancano#college of winterhold#ondolemar#vingalmo#volkihar vampire#serana#elenwen#skyrim cicero#farkas#neloth#teldryn sero#garan marethi
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Some underrated dunmer, in my opinion. XD
Brand-shei, dunmer by blood, argonian by upbringing. Romlyn Dreth, the guy with the balls to steal from Maven Black-Briar. Garan Marethi, one of the many cool vampires in castle Volkihar. And Geldis Sadri, the owner of the Retching Netch cornerclub.
#The Elder Scrolls#Skyrim#Brand-Shei#Romlyn dreth#Garan Marethi#geldis sadri#the elder scrolls v skyrim#TES#dunmer#dark elf#snowy's art
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Kinktober 2023 - day 12
Somnophilia Ft. Garan Marethi
You'd agreed, when becoming the new head of the Volkihar Clan, that Garan was to do his utmost to ensure your attendance. Converting from mortal to intensely powerful night creature had been a culture shock, mostly the change in sleep schedule - visible when you'd fail to rise with the moon. Instead, you'd remain in deep slumber, having remained awake even with the sun attempting to break into the castle.
It was standard procedure by now, the dark elf entering your chambers to wake you for the night, surely to admonish you for oversleeping when you were conscious enough to heed his scolding.
And so here he was to do just that, perched at the edge of the King sized bed, looming over your unconscious body, his eyes trailed your bare skin, fingers hooking into the blanket to reveal what lay beneath the fabric bunched at your waist. Weathered fingers pressed into the flesh of your thigh, revelling in the twitches of your brow as he pinched, attempts to rouse you from a light sleep. You didn't stir further.
The bed dips with his weight, though its still too little to wake you as he settles between your legs, lifting a knee to rest up his shoulder, his mouth gets to work. He starts with gentle licks, the tip trailing over you. Eyes fixed on your facial expression, watching it pinch as he presses down the flat of his tongue, warm and wet. He leaves open mouthed kisses there, feeling you pulse against him as he lathes his tongue over you, top to bottom, briefly straying to place kisses upon your thighs, the temptation of biting into your skin to great. He punctured the flesh, drinking you, letting the blood sit on his tongue before swallowing.
It was more than enough to get him riled, hips rutting against your bed sheets as your blood slipped down his throat.
It had all done little to wake you, you'd done naught but tossed your head to the side, lips parted to release your heavier breaths. If not for being the cause, garen would've thought you were having a nightmare.
He rose to his knees, intent on waking you as he fished his cock from its confines. Half hard, he tapped it against you, stroking the head against the bite wound, wetting the tip with his own saliva. He prodded, rocking his hips into you till your hole finally gave way. You gasped, though it was quiet in compare to his own breathless moan. He himself hadn't been up for long, and to have to expert himself so soon was exhausting, how bothersome you could be.
His brow dipped harshly, humping into you, all hips, cock digging into your body at a repetitive pace. His head hung back, hissing as your body instinctively gripped at his cock, his mind clouding as that knot tightened in the pit of his stomach, yet you still slumbered peacefully, so innocent and mortal looking.
He growled, hungry, bending you in half and balancing himself on the balls of his feet. Heavy thrusts buried his cock deep, the clap of his sack against you loud in the quiet.
He didn't hear your moans over the sound of his own, finally awoken to his filling you with cum.
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I'm sorry I just can't get over how ungodly fucking funny this whole scenario is
Genuinely this is the funniest thing that has happened to me in this game and I highly doubt it'll get better from here.
what's absolutely KILLING ME is that this man just deadass was like "other people suck but honestly idc I'm too old for this shit"
AT OUR WEDDING
#garan marethi#I know it's because he only has a few lines of dialogue but the timing is truly hilarious#if I knew how to and had the time and patience to mod I'd be sorely tempted to actually expand upon him#this guy went from being an NPC I never thought much about to blorbo in the span of like 10 minutes#man looked at me and was like 'you are the only person I can tolerate here because you are not like everyone else. whom I hate.'#nobody came to our wedding and I think he was very much okay with that#and honestly I'm sure Maramal was too#I can't wait to drag poor Garan on all of my wild Skyrim adventures
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Orthjolf, Salonia Caelia, and Garan Marethi in Volkihar Keep
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Lords and charlatans I am receiving requests
Once again excluding Serana to avoid Serana sweep. Why are there so many??? Sacrifices had to be made
#skyrim#dawnguard#i feel like faraquaad#the only bitch here i care about it ronthil they make my boy sleep on the floor behind a bookshelf#i do respect fura tho she knows what shes about#ive only done volkihar twice idk man#i based this off a google search and 'do i vaguely remember killing you'#anyway if you dont know who anyone is please abstain from voting#got a few notes on the dawnguard poll like 'idk who these people are' brother theres a reason theres not a 'none' option#perhaps the poll isnt fit for you#polls
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After my Leon Kennedy angst and shit... I give u my Azreal headcannon. Back to Skyrim for a moment cus mother fucker I can't lmao.
Annnyyywayyyy here's him and the lead up of becoming even more powerful (cus let's face it... The vampire lord could be so much better)
A/n TW FOR BLOOD AND MINOR VIOLNCE? MAYBE? IDK I DIDNT MAKE IT GRAPHIC BUT IT MENTIONS DEATH AND SHIT
Azreal- a blood lust for power
Night stalker... Day walker.... Both applied to Azreal. He was Harkon's right hand man. This freak of vampiric nature. Vingalmo and Orthjolf both were jealous. They still bickered over being the successor even though it looked to favor Azreal.
One day he was given a new task, to find the Bloodstone Chalice. It had been tracked down to a rundown skooma den. A disgusting place to him.
"I am confident you can retrieve this artifact" said Garan Marethi confidently.
"it will be done" Azreal nodded.
"good. There will be a reward when you get back day walker" Garan smirked.
Azreal put up his hood and left with haste. Vingalmo had other plans. In jealousy, he sent Stalf and Salonia Caelia ahead when he had gotten word of this task to eradicate him. Azreal had no reason to be suspicious but an anxious feeling stuck around his mind the whole way to this drug den.
On arrival, he could smell the stench of it from the outside. His nose turned as he made his way inside this rundown shack. Slipping past the guards and into it, he made his way through the distillery, or what could have been considered one. He fought his way through lesser vampires and their hounds. His lust for power made him feel good culling his own kind... They weren't of Volkihar lineage or of the chosen. His smirk grew to a sadistic smile as he licked the blood from his blade.
Soon he grew closer to the inner chamber. his anxiety kicked in and his heart raced. Something was off. He cautiously pushed on and saw the chalice in the blood sping. then two of the courts own came out.
"oh look... It's Harkon's new favorite" Stalf smirked "and dead so soon after joining our family..."
"luckily I'm here so I can return this chalice safely to vingalmo amd into Harkon's hands" Salonia smirked.
"wait... Your implying you'll be going back alone?" Stalfs eyes widened in shock and anger.
"you really think you both would leave here alive? When vingalmo wants you both dead?" Salonia asked incredulously.
"oh shut the hell up already" Azreal groaned and pulled out his sword.
The two readied their weapons and charged at Azreal ready for him to die. He swiftly moved and dashed at them, weapons clashing and sparks flying. Azreal used the vampiric magic to drain their lives, but it wasn't enough. The fight continued with metal clashing. Then he saw an opening on them both.
"oh I don't have time for this shit" Azreal said piercing Stalfs chest and then swiftly beheading Salonia. The two fell at his feet and he uttered a sigh. Then his blood boiled,
"vingalmo...."
With haste he headed back to the castle. When he finally made it back he handed over the chalice to Harkon. Then searched for Vingalmo. When he finally found him he pulled him up by the collar of his attire.
"what is the meaning of this Azreal?!" He asked shocked.
"you sent two of our own to kill me" Azreals eyes burned with fury "and if I ever... EVER.... find out you or Orthjolf try to cross me... I will personally gut you both"
Vingalmos gaze went fearful. All he could do was nod. Azreal let him go and he stormed off vowing to never let him or Orthjolf get him.
Time had passed since that incident. One fateful day though the palace doors opened with vingalmo rushing in
"lady serana has returned!!!" He shouted.
Harkon had gotten up from his chair and greeted his daughter. Azreal heard only a brief part of Harkon's little conversation, he was fixated on the man who brought her... A vampire hunter named Tiberius. Azreal was hidden on the balcony. He smirked a bit knowing this man was different, other than the fact he smelt like a wet dog to him. He could quite lay his finger on it. He was snapped out of his stupor when Harkon had said "then you will be prey... I banish you."
Another one to be part of their human cattle. How he couldn't wait to see him back again only to be fed on and drained of blood then dumped into the Sea of Ghosts. However this would be an ongoing issue.
One fateful day he was out on assignment to find the hand of an ancient vampire to be added to the chalice. He traversed his way to a cave and battled more bandits and feral vampires to find the part.
When he arrived at the bridge he saw bodies of some of his fellow vampires.
"no" he uttered and ran into the castle. The corpses of his brothers and sisters laid out dead. Dying was Orthjolf and vingalmo. Azreal smirked at the two dying and first approached Orthjolf.
"where is lord Harkon?" Azreal hissed.
"he's... He's in the chapel... I don't know... If... If he survived" Orthjolf uttered. Azreal felt no pity for the Nord who treated him like shit. He took his sword and drove it through Orthjolfs dying body. Then he to the stairs and saw vingalmo.
"brother... Please ..." Vingalmo pleaded.
"after you tried to have me killed? No... I have a better idea" azreal smirked. He stomped hard onto vingalmos head and crushed it under his foot. From there the blood tracked to the chapel of the castle were harkonn laid dying.
"azreal... You live" Harkon coughed.
"yes my lord.... I have the ancient vampires hand for the chalice" Azreal said holding Harkon's upper half up.
"then that means the chalice is at full power... But it can become more powerful" Harkon coughed, "Azreal... Take my sword as a gift... And... And take... Take the very heart from my chest... Put it in the chalice... Become a better Vampire lord...."
And with that he let out his dying breath... Azreals anger peaking. But now wasn't the time for vengeance. Now was the time for power. He did as harkon asked and thrust his hand into the chest cavity of his former master, ripping out his heart. Azreal walked to the chalice and made the preparation to add to it. then it was ready. All the parts added. Azreal drank from it... Then he fell to his knees... His chest tightening and then his muscles spazzed... He screamed in pain... Then he transformed into a more elevated vampire lord... This was the start of his revenge.
A/n yea I rushed a bit... It's late as I wrote this. Idk how many words it is or anything.
#skyrim#skyrim headcanon#my oc#azreal#harkon#lord harkon#vampire lord#castle volkihar#serana#serana volkihar#bloodstone chalice#tes 5#dawnguard#dawnguard dlc
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FREE WIP--I mean, FriWIP
'Cause you know there was the ThursWIP and now it's a FriWIP . . . I try so hard
Anyway, I'm trying to wrap up this chapter a part of which I shared last time but Serana has a lot to talk about. It's slow going because there's a lot I want to sort of achieve and I keep changing my mind of what is/isn't learned in this chapter and how it's presented. I tried my best to make Harkon believable but I'm not sure the scene lasted long enough to really explore their complex father/daughter relationship, and I also go into Serana's sarcophagus because . . . Well, you'll see!
In other words, I'm feeling a little uncertain about this 527 words writing and I might change a bunch of stuff still so . . . . Thought I'd share it to help motivate me! If you read it I hope you enjoy it and thank you~
“Do you know why I’ve called you here?”
She stiffened. She hadn’t properly spoken to her father since Vigdis was banished, and that was over two weeks ago. She had avoided him on purpose and had taken refuge in her room to steer clear of him—and to focus on something other than the Elder Scroll or the vampire hunter. Still, her father didn’t seem suspicious of her despite this behaviour; she concluded that he believed Valerica had taken her and the Elder Scroll by force. If she didn’t want to be branded as a traitor like her mother, she had to make sure Harkon didn’t question her loyalty to him.
“The Elder Scroll?”
He smiled with pride. “Yes. Now that your scroll is back in my grasp, I believe it is time that we hunted down our Moth Priest to decipher the prophecy inscribed in it.”
Serana’s stomach churned. She couldn’t remember the last time she had blood, and now she felt undeniably thirsty. “How do you intend to achieve that?”
“After you arrived here, I spread false rumours about the discovery of an Elder Scroll in Skyrim to lure a Moth Priest here. Now it is time to see if those efforts have borne fruit; my scions have already departed the keep in search of him. And you, my dear, will aid them in this task. Garan Marethi has arranged for you to leave for the College of Winterhold at dawn to ask the mages for any information they may have.”
“And the Dawnguard?” Serana asked hesitantly. “They’re bound to notice—”
“They are determined and well-armed, but foolish if they think they can defy us,” he snarled. “We will deal with them . . . in time.”
She swallowed hard, then bowed her head. “I will do as you ask, Father.”
“Good.” He leaned back into his throne, his eyes now focused on the fire before him. “Speak with Garan in his laboratory. Report your progress directly to me when you return.”
Serana nodded and stood, then quietly left the room. Once the door clicked shut behind her, she rushed through the halls and into the kitchens, where she barged into the thrall pens. She opened the cage closest to her and snatched the Imperial woman inside. The other two thralls watched, helpless as Serana dug her fangs into the Imperial’s neck and drank deeply until she was on the brink of death. She pushed the woman away and made her way back into the kitchens, her thirst slaked but not completely satisfied. She licked at the leftover ichor that stained her mouth, unable to place the taste she craved—
Then, she recalled the blackness of her sarcophagus. The scent and taste of fresh blood that had dribbled from above and onto her lips, that had roused her from her eternal sleep.
“Should blood wake you from your slumber, return to the castle,” her mother had told her. “I will go someplace safe—someplace your father will never search.”
She pressed a pale hand over her mouth, her persimmon eyes wide.
The blood she craved belonged to none other than the vampire hunter Vigdis.
#Senu's writing#Skyrim#Skyrim fanfiction#Serana#Serana Volkihar#Lord Harkon#Vigdis mention AGAIN#Can't go a chapter without her I swear#If you see a spelling error I'm sorry--
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Amilanu lives well into the fourth era.
Why?
Because I want him and Garan Marethi to meet and kiss
They'd get along so well! Just two ancient vampires who are So Over It (tm)
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SFW and NSFW headcanons for Vingalmo and Garan Marethi 👀
Bro, y’all need to stop asking me obscure characters cause I keep simping for them 😩
WARNING!! NSFW UNDERCUT!
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SFW
Vingalmo
- Vingalmo is quite the gentleman. He is the type of guy to kiss your hand and buy you flowers. Mans worships the ground you walk on at this point. Flaunts you everywhere he goes.
- Speaking of, this man's love language is gifts. 100%. He’s the type of dude to smother you in gifts. He will also DIE if you get him a gift of some kind. One thing he has gotten is a matching set of bracelets for the two of you.
- He isn’t a very affectionate person, but he will cuddle you if you ask. He would never initiate it though. No one can know he's soff!
- He definitely rants to you about Orthjolf. He talks so much trash about him, you almost think he’s fallen in love with him. You tease him occasionally about it.
Garan Marethi
- This poor bastard is so goddamn tired it's not even funny. He loves laying down and cuddling with you and having you run your fingers through his hair. It makes him feel better.
- He also tends to talk about the past a lot. No matter how old you are or how many times you’ve heard his story, he’ll ramble about things he’s done for HOURS.
- But, Garan is a very attentive lover. He can always tell when you’re upset or need something. Don’t even try to be sad in his presence cause he’ll notice and fix it immediately.
- Garan also LOVES taking baths with you. It's one of his favorite things to do because you two can just be close and take care of one another.
NSFW
Vingalmo
- Vingalmo is a very tall boi, and the curtains match the drapes. He's probably about 7 inches long, but he's somewhat slimmer than most.
- I kind of see him as a sub for some reason. Like, he’s on the bottom, but he's always complimenting you and telling you how good you feel.
- I can see him as the type to steal your underwear and use them to get off later. The freak.
- He also definitely gets pegged and no one can tell me otherwise. He keeps up this cocky attitude in public but he's a total sub when it comes to you.
Garan Marethi
- I don’t think he’d be quite as big as Vingalmo, but maybe about 5.5 inches long. He is way thicker than Vingalmo though.
- Definitely a dom. He doesn’t like being out of control. However, he does love himself a good battle for dominance.
- Garan is also really into choking. He loves watching you almost pass out from pleasure and lack of oxygen. But don’t worry he’s an expert at this, he knows when to stop.
- He’s lowkey and anal guy. He doesn’t really know why he likes it better, he just does. Dat ass just hit different.
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More Volkihar Hurt/Comfort. Here’s what happens if you hug them.
Serana: initially tries to push you away, but then holds onto you so tightly that she starts shaking. You feel all of her rage and heartache, all of her fear of intimacy, all of her longing for connection.
Valerica: you connect with her mind and feel a mother’s guilt and heartbreak as she lets you in. She imagines that you are her child, that she can fix you as she combs her fingers through your hair.
Garan Marethi: Does nothing. He lets you hug him, and you just feel his tiredness wash over you. You feel his appreciation, but also his longing to just be left alone.
Ronthil: starts crying as soon as your hands touch him. He doesnt put his arms around you, but he curls up with his hands against his chest and allows you to hold and sway him like a baby. He misses his mother.
Vingalmo: Acts like the hug means nothing to him, like he’s used to it. But he hesitates when you wrap your arms around him. You feel mistrust radiating from him, and when he realises you’re not trying to kill him or hurt him, he melts. He wraps his arms around you and presses his face against yours. His eyes begin to well up, and he scrunches his face up to fight the intensity.
Feran Sadri: He sighs and gives you a gentle squeeze, resting his head on your shoulder. You feel a calm resignation washing over you as your minds connect. A sad sort of understanding connecting you both. He doesnt look you in the eye when you pull away, but he does thank you.
#tesblr#skyrim#castle volkihar#volkihar clan#serana volkihar#volkihar vampire#valerica volkihar#skyrim vingalmo#vingalmo#garan marethi#feran sadri#ronthil
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Another drawing for the TES Pinup challenge. It's Garan Marethi! :D
For the prompt 'Bloodsucker'.
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the struggles of having a cannibal in your court
#based on a set of texts i can't for the life of me find and reblog but i do have it saved on my phone#lucio you don't NEED the meat you can just drink the blood please don't be such a dingus#skyrim#skyrim oc#lucio#rargal thrallmaster#garan marethi#garan is my favorite#i could join the volkihar clan just for him#i want to kis him#fuck all the others i respect YOU
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More Skyrim thoughts:
Immediately after joining the Volkihar vampires, two of them sent assassins after me. 10/10 for the perfect drow experience, really makes me feel like I'm just at home.💙
Ronthil sleeping behind the bookcase when everyone else gets a coffin and there are clearly enough for him pushes my 'pathetic wet cat' blorbo button. I may decide to use one of my mods to recruit him as a follower and move him to my castle once this questline is over.
Garan Marethi has peak Kimmuriel energy. He is 100% done with everyone's shit and I am here for it. Can't wait to kill Harkon and take over the castle while wearing the most outlandish and colorful and flashy stuff I can possibly wear. Will he approve? Ehhhh probably not. Will it annoy the shit out of him? Absolutely. What are friends for?
Feran Sadri kinda reminds me of Gromph a liiiiitle bit? I mean, if I really squint... eh. He's an asshole but he's funny. I will spare him when I inevitably clean house at the end of the questline.
Also Hestla's a former Companion! One of these days I wanna write a post about how much more tragic the Companions actually are in Skyrim, since you can run into several ex-Companions and it paints such an interesting and sad picture of the faction. For now I'll just lol at her being like "hahaha the Companions said I'm weak but now I'm a vampire and I'm STRONG!" while knowing that I could kill her with a fucking sneeze.
Serana and Astarion would be so interesting if they got to meet. I'll bet they'd be friends.
Orthjolf and and Vingalmo are assholes, but what else is new? Anyway, they gave me a good laugh with their half-assed assassination attempt, but they're definitely first on my list for when I decide to clean house after getting rid of Harkon. B+ for effort, though, since they did remind me a bit of Menzoberranzan's politics and I really appreciated that.
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Dragonborn: "Who are the Dawnguard?"
Garan Marethi: "They're a splinter group of the 'Vigilants of Stendarr.' A bit more ambitious, it seems. The Dawnguard are apparently focused on exterminating vampires, noble and brute alike. Not a serious threat, but we can't leave them completely unchecked or they may become one."
--The Dragonborn, having completely forgotten who the Dawnguard are after completing the Volkihar questline.
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Still excluding Serana to avoid Serana sweep. I accidentally had the first one going for a day instead of a week so we're back, folks
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