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Okay, listen-
Nah nevermind, I have no excuses.
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oblivions-dawn · 2 months
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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 ℑ𝔛 - ℜ𝔲𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ғᴀɴᴛᴀsʏ/ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ/ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ/ʟɢʙᴛǫ+/sʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴠɪɢᴅɪs [ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴʙᴏʀɴ ᴏᴄ]/sᴇʀᴀɴᴀ ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ: ᴇ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴘᴛsᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 𝟸,𝟽𝟸𝟶
ʟɪɴᴋ: ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜʟᴇss, ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪx
ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡ:
A quiet, almost uncomfortable stillness settled over the cave again. Ice-blue eyes drifted over the carcasses, then instinctively floated back to Serana. The vampire stood by the tunnel entrance, her arms crossed as a frown marred her pale mouth. She chewed the inside of her lip obviously in thought, her gaze pointed towards the earth and unnaturally distant.
Vigdis couldn’t stand the silence anymore.
“You’re thinking.”
Persimmon eyes snapped up, a dark brow furrowed slightly. “Aren’t I always?”
A harsh sigh poured from her pink lips; she sheathed her blade. Annoyingly avoidant, again. The fiery redhead rolled her eyes as she gripped the shaft of the arrow that was still lodged in the first spider.
“Whatever your fucking question is, just ask it already.”
With clenched teeth and a soft grunt, she ripped the arrow out of the corpse. To her dismay, the tip had crumpled, rendering it useless. She spun it absently between her fingers and turned to the brunette, expectant. Finally, Serana, although evidently reluctant, relented.
“What was your mother like?” Her voice was quiet, and she seemed to almost flinch at her own question. Her eyes hesitantly met Vigdis’ again. “You’ve never mentioned her before.”
The hunter’s freckled fingers became still. She glanced down at the cuirass and gauntlets she wore, contemplating a response. As her lips parted to answer, a lump formed in her throat, as if her own past wanted to strangle her into silence. Her expression hardened; her grip tightened. She would not let it.
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happywitch416 · 10 months
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For Serana and Elena: “I… I think I’m happy.” “You think? So you’re not one hundred percent certain?”
Elena had her feet kicked up on the low table as she lounged across the couch in their hotel room. Her hair was still damp from the shower, a welcome relief from the summer heat they had wandered through the Imperial City in. She scowled briefly; it was almost unbelievable they had forgotten about the Festival of Fools and its damned parades. Between the shouting, air cannons and terrible, obnoxiously loud music on broken speakers she was amazed her head didn’t hurt. The water shut off in the bathroom and Serana’s quiet humming replaced the scowl with a soft smile as she let her eyes close and head fall back.
There was a rustle of fabric and then Serana slid into her lap. "You look like you feel better."
"Mhm." She rested her head on her fist, giving her a smile as her eyes sparkled. "I think I am even happy."
"You think?" Serana scoffed as she rolled her eyes. "So, you’re not one hundred percent certain? I can’t take you anywhere."
Elena chuckled, pulling her close and kissing her. "Well, I am more than happy, I’m with you."
Serana giggled then. “So you’re a fool for me?”
Elena’s nose turned up and she let out a disgusted groan. “I take it back; I am miserable and you are the worst.”
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captain29thegamer · 2 years
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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Dovahkiin | Dragonborn/Serana Characters: Serana (Elder Scrolls), Harkon (Elder Scrolls), Female Dovahkiin | Dragonborn Additional Tags: Battle again lord Harkon, Skyrim - Freeform, Friendship/Love, Werewolf, Vampires, Dawnguard DLC (Elder Scrolls) Summary:
A story about the Dragonborn and her vampire companion
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silverwolf122 · 2 years
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Fanfic challenge. Magic-user Izuku midoriya.
Izuku is 14 years old and tomorrow would be the worst day of his life. But something changed. He was surrounded by black-purple sphere. Next thing he knows he is in some forest and soldiers captures him. Izuku midoriya is 14 when he finds himself in an alien world with no necessary survival skills. Izuku is 14, when he comes to Riften to stay in the orphanage. He quickly changes his mind when he hears Grelod the kind. Izuku is 14 and he is a youngest student in College of Winterhold. Izuku is 15 and he learns all he can about magic. He is making a really good progress in Alteration and Restoration. Destruction and Illusion are very interesting too. He can't say that about Conjuration or Enchantment. Izuku doesn't like the idea of ​​messing with other people's souls. But summoned weapon sounds interesting.
Izuku is 20 and he just became an archimage of the College. Izuku is 21, he helped Whiterun's mage to find a dragon stone. Izuku is 21 and he learns that he is Dovahkiin. Izuku is 28 when he turns Companions from mercenaries to his own hero agency as their harbinger. Izuku is 29 and he saves the burning of the king Olaf by sharing music from his world. On the concert, he confess his feelings to his beloved.
Izuku is 32 and he loose his first love, Lydia, to a random draugr. Izuku is 40 and he and the Blades search the world for Alduin's wall. Izuku is 51 and he finds a vampire in the crypt who asks him to escort her home. Izuku is 52 and for the first time in 20 years he agrees to travel with someone. Izuku is 57 and he consoles his closest friend with the same hands that killed her father. Izuku is 60 when he kills the very first dragonborn that ever existed. Izuku is 71 and he's had enough of this civil war that has been going on for almost 50 years. In a year, izuku almost single-handedly ends Ulfric's rebellion. The price was paid by brave warriors who wanted to keep their right to believe. By brothers, deceived by a power-hungry tyrant. This is not something that izuku will ever forgive himself for.
Izuku is 90 and he is in Dragonsreach. He doesn't look a day older than the very day when he absorbed his first dragon's soul. Izuku says goodbye to his adopted 2 daughters. The eldest gave him a grandson and izuku is sure that he is the most adorable baby boy ever. The younger is more like him, whole head in research. He loved teach them about magic, as he loved to teach occasionally in the College. They will look after his home, that reminds a bit of museum of powerful artifacts. Of course, most of useful ones are still in his bottomless bag, that he found on his first day in Skyrim. A handy thing, pricey too. Serana is getting ready too. The only person he ever said about his origin. She will never forgive him for what he is going to do. This trip is suicidal and he knows it. If only they had more time, if only he was not a coward and confessed to her all this years ago. But it's too late. When time comes, izuku paralyzes her and sits alone on the back of an odahviing.
On the streets of Mustafa could be heard a whisper: "Nahl Daal Vus". Black-purple sphere appears from tin air and a man comes out from sphere. He is wearing a fur poncho, and on his head is a blue helmet in the form of a face. His arms and legs are dressed in the scales of some unknown animal. As soon as his vision clears up, he is horrified. "No!!! No, no no, no, Tsun!! This is not my home anymore! Bring me back!! This data, no, it's impossible, it was almost a century. Is... is she alive?"
The man run through the streets, that are vague familiar. Once he comes to the right door. "Mom? Are you here?". The woman with green hair opens the door.
Izuku stats:
Master: Destruction, Restoration, Alteration, Smithing, Speech
Expert: One Handed Weapons, Archery, Sneaking, Illusion
Adept: Conjuration, Lockpicking, Light armor, Block.
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littledov · 1 year
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doshiiirak · 1 year
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Are we gonna ignore the fact that the ldb mentioned their name only few times in a game. As far as I remember:
1) at the very beginning of the game, when the protagonist is asked by Hadvar "who are you?";
2) when Harkon asks the name of his daughter's saviour;
3) when they introduce themselves to Lucien;
4) in thalmor embassy during the party (optional).
Now hear me out
Kaidan and the ldb have been together for a long time, has gone through only god knows how many ordeals, almost facing their demise and well... Kaidan still has no clue of his spouse's name.
Now you know why he always calls you his sweetheart, love, darling, changeling and etc whereas you ALWAYS call him by his name.
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ego-osbourne · 1 year
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I was held at gunpoint to make this
The lovely and intimidating @mellowscrolls sent me this
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So I… Yeah.
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It’s not often whenever Miraak loses his sht, but when he does it’s usually because Ego has done something stupid. Serana is not impressed.
And, per the request of another buddy, I drew Sam’s reaction after getting summoned.
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Yeah. Yeah. I don’t really have any words. I mean, I’m giggling like a bastard, but drawing Ego like this has been a fantastic start to 2023.
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ghostfacedbat · 1 year
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I have a solution for those who want their OCs to marry Serana despite her rightful fear of temples, which she cites as a reason not to, but the fix is little oddly specific
If your OC also saves Miraak, like myself and a great many people I've seen, he's a priest, right? A Dragon Priest, but still.
I bet Miraak could officiate a marriage(and maybe has before). Just pick a pretty spot in the wilderness and boom he's got you covered
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helgiafterdark · 29 days
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globofhoney · 8 months
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What would honeymoon with Alduin be like i wonder...
- Burn shit down? High chance, probably.
- Get f*cked or f*ck...you choose
(there shall always be new follower mod emerging from countless modders...but hear this, custom mod followers maybe immersive and can be a real hottie to y'all, they are great yes, they are meta, that's also true...but Alduin is eternal.
meta followers shall not last forever...Alduin is)
Alduin: //looking down menacingly on Dragonborn's followers, mods and those who are not.
"I will outlast you, mortals"
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Morally grey bisexual girlboss w/ a hot vampire SO:
Summer Westerling 🤝 Selene Durante
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Apparently I have a type for romance options AND player characters
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oblivions-dawn · 6 months
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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔙 - 𝔑𝔬𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔏𝔢𝔣𝔱 𝔱𝔬 ℜ𝔲𝔫
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ғᴀɴᴛᴀsʏ/ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ/ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ/ʟɢʙᴛǫ+/sʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴠɪɢᴅɪs [ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴʙᴏʀɴ ᴏᴄ]/sᴇʀᴀɴᴀ ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ: ᴇ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴘᴛsᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 𝟸,𝟻𝟾𝟼
ʟɪɴᴋ: ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜʟᴇss, ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴠ
ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡ:
Serana loudly cleared her throat and instantly caught their attention. Vigdis wordlessly stepped aside to reveal Agmaer, who waved sheepishly. Ria’s eyes grew wide; she immediately rushed over and tackled him in a hug, causing him to stumble and almost lose his balance.
Skjor muttered something too low for them to hear, then promptly walked away. Vigdis glanced at Serana, her freckled features morphed into a confused scowl as she motioned to the pair currently locked in an embrace. The vampire lifted her dark brows in response, then shrugged. The hunter rolled her eyes and shook her head. Useless.
“You’re alive!” Ria exclaimed once she finally pulled away. Her hands cupped his cheeks, her gaze searching his face. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
“I’ve been better,” he mumbled. “The crutch is a bit uncomfortable . . .”
“Crutch?” She glanced down and gasped. “By the gods! Here—let’s sit you down, and I’ll go grab Erlind. They’re good at this kind of thing.”
The Imperial quickly grabbed his free hand and helped him to a cushioned bench by the entrance, which she carefully if impatiently forced him to sit on.
“Stay put, don’t move,” she ordered firmly. “I’ll be right back.”
Before Agmaer could even open his mouth to protest, she turned on her heel and walked off to disappear into the living quarters below. He sighed and closed his golden hazel eyes, then leaned back so that his head rested against the wall behind him. Vigdis stared at him, annoyed.
“Are you really going to take me back to Fort Dawnguard?” he suddenly asked, his voice laced with reluctance and dejection.
“I’m not dragging your ass all the way back to the fucking fort,” Vigdis retorted briskly. “Just write a damn report and stay here for all I fucking care.”
His blond brows scrunched together as his eyes flashed open again, confused. “But won’t Isran be upset? Didn’t he say—”
“He’ll fucking live.”
From beside the hunter came a soft, almost inaudible laugh. The hunter glanced out of the corner of her eye to see Serana’s pale lips curled into a subtle lopsided smile as amusement sparkled in her persimmon eyes. Before Vigdis could give her shit for it, Ria returned with a brunette Breton mage—presumably Erlind—in tow.
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happywitch416 · 1 year
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A Moment of Redirection
"Seranaaaa." Elena whined.
Serana laughed quietly. "I’m almost done."
"I’m dying." Elena had snagged a classroom chair, boots kicked up on a desk as her head hung over the back of the chair. "I sound like Runa."
"Yes, you do." She looked up briefly seeing the grin that lit up Elena’s face.
"So if I whined mama instead-" Serana threw a pencil at her and Elena only laughed. "I won’t but are you done yet?"
"If you’d let me work I would be."
"Ugh." Elena grumbled under her breath. "This is what I get for always working late."
"I have an easier time occupying myself while I wait."
"I could but we are at school, and I am pretty sure that’s illegal." Serana set down her pen, fixing her with a look. "What? It’s not like you don’t seduce me at my work."
"It does get you out the door. How dead is your phone?"
"It’s off dead." She poked it forlornly where it sat on the desk. "Traitor."
"This is the only downside to us riding in together." She informed her as she went back to grading papers. 
"Nooo, the downside is I took off work early to spend time with my beautiful wife who has abandoned me." Serana snorted. "I know, I know. Just cause the kids aren’t here doesn’t mean you’re done." 
"You could tighten the screws on some of the chairs. My wigglers won’t appreciate it, but they won’t fall to their deaths."
"Game on." Elena hopped out of the chair, yanked her utility knife from one of her many pockets and got to work. 
Three chairs later she looked up thoughtfully. "I should be mad you just pulled the redirection nonsense on me."
"It worked."
"It did." Elena laughed and started on the 4th chair.
Elena Songschild
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anastausshade · 2 years
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Rhysand: cmon Serana, i think Eris and Miraak get along pretty well!!!
Eris and Miraak:
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Gleamblossoms
Hello, 'tis I, and I have brought you a small treat today. Or rather I have decided to bring you a small treat which I wrote for my lovely friend @oblivions-dawn. I have borrowed her OC (Vigdis) and thrown her with Serana into the Forgotten Vale to see what trouble they can stir up. I hope you enjoy it. <3
Vigdis’ footsteps disappear without a sound through the cavernous space of the Forgotten Vale. If Serana were anything other than a vampire, it would be hard for her to keep track of the hunter.
She hurries to follow her, keeping a respectful distance in the shadows, only to gasp as she steps around the corner.
Gleamblossoms everywhere, their eerily beautiful petals throwing off spectral light into an otherwise empty space. Well, empty except for the redhead in front of her.
She too has stopped to look at the scene not even taking notice as Serana approaches to stand next to her. It is as if she is in a trance, enchanted by the mysterious blossoms.
“It’s quite the sight, isn’t it?” Serana asks, voice soft with awe.
Vigdis turns to face Serana, taking in her dark features in the blue cast of the flowers, and for once, she almost wishes she could reach out and touch her. 
But she won’t. She knows she won’t. Even if her petal soft skin calls to her, and even if the persimmon of her eyes contrasts so vividly with the flowers, brining out hues she never knew could exist.
It is all forbidden. A fantasy she can only hold onto in her dreams.
Instead, she steps forward, squashing one of the delicate blossoms under her feet as she walks on to find Auriel’s Bow. She has a task to focus on and cannot afford to be distracted by pretty things.
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