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miraakulous-cloud-district · 2 months

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This was supposed to be a fun Valentine's day tag game, but alas, I hadn't had the time to do it until now. Anyway, I found these cute make-your-ship games and I thought what better way to see what my friend's ships are than to make this tag game!

Doing this for WYGTYA and HOTHS, I'm gonna ramble about my ships from my fics for a little bit because I love them, but first, I'm tagging: @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @kiir-do-faal-rahhe @illumiera @thelavenderelf @dirty-bosmer @sheirukitriesfandom @bostoniangirl21 @nerevar-quote-and-star only if y'all want to, of course!💖 Also, to whoever else sees this and wished to participate, consider yourself tagged (and tag me in your post, I want to see everyone's ships!)

The links are as follows: F/M F/F M/M

First off, since WYGTYA was the first fic I started posting, it's only fair to start with the ships from there!

One the left, we have the Ravvyraak! She's making Miraak hold her lute because she wants to get another fancy goblet of booze, of course. She's probably teasing him and calling him a lightweight.

And on the right, we have Rumcurio! I haven't picked a background because I can really see Rumarin and Marcurio sneaking off into a dark corner to make out :)))) Maybe both ships are at the same party.

Do Fenrik/Miraak and Rumarin have the same haircut? Yes, but consider this: they got ready for the party together because they're besties, and ever since Chapter 10, Rumarin wants Fenrik to always braid his hair.

And here's a little bonus! My Nerevarine (the red-haired one) and her girlfriend, who is a great-aunt (adoptive) of Ravonna! She is the one who brought a literal emerald bar for the Tavern when the family business started in Blacklight, thus giving it the name "The Emerald Bar"! Aaaand, Ravvy's adoptive dad named her after this woman! I can never have enough Ravonnas, underused name tbh.

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And now for the pirates that are rotting my brain (SPOILER WARNING FOR THE HOTHS SHIPS, I guess)

In order of appearance, we first have Rhaim, everyone's favourite werewolf, with Edward, this annoyingly competitive Nord that's really good at cooking and throwing knives. (the apple is a reference to a dumb line of dialogue that Rhaim says in the upcoming chapter!)

Up next we have Rajeena, skilled warrior, very well-trained, is used to the pirate life, and the crazy Breton named Iresette, who just got a taste of freedom and she realized that she's been starved of it for all her life. (These two haven't appeared yet, but the brainrot is too strong not to include them here)

I know this next one is basically the first ship that appears in HOTHS, but it's not really a canon ship and this is all I'll say on the matter. The redhead is Anne, the voice of reason, endlessly loyal to the woman who introduced her to piracy, which is none other than the captain herself, Signe! WYGTYA readers already know how important Signe is for the plot and which iconic Skyrim NPC she secretly is ;) ALSO, THE ONE-EYED CHARACTER DESIGN IS NOW MY FAVE SIGNE TRAIT!

#wygtya #hoths #tag game

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wellthebardsdead · 7 months

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Clockwork heart pt38

Part 37 here

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Wyrm: *gliding over the lake from riften holding onto mr wrench as the dwarven spider carries him along the breeze before setting him down on the island near a number of apiaries* okay- we haven’t been spotted. Do you have the command animal scroll?

Mr wrench: *pops his legs back down and opens his head pulling out a small scroll* ???

Wyrm: thanks buddy, *takes it and opens it up before casting it at the hives* excuse me bees? I don’t want to hurt you can you come out to the flowers with me?

The bees: *all happily buzz from the hive and swarm the flowers, all of them a little confused from how dark out it is but otherwise very calm and content in Wyrms presence*

Wyrm: okay, now stay here. I’m very sorry about your homes- *shuffles to the hives and lights three of them on fire with a little spark hoping not to get caught* okay that’s done. Now we need to get to the-

???: Is that smoke?! HEY WHO ARE YOU?!

Wyrm: *looks up to see several heavily armed men approaching* uh oh- mr wrench quick! *picks him up ready to take off again only to watch as the bees swarm the mercenaries, stinging them all relentlessly* oh, thank you bees! *hurries past them and up to the mansion before looking at the sewers, and then the main door* … *opens the front door and sneaks inside*

*meanwhile*

Nerevar: *steps into the bee & barb dragging Esbern behind him along with the rest of the group* he’s upstairs resting.

Kaidan: probably nursing an upset stomach with how drunk he was too.

Esbern: You left the dragonborn drunk and unguarded?

Nerevar: He’s not unguarded and he’s not alone either. *walks up the stairs to find delvin chatting with his niece* All clear?

Delvin: *nods* sleeping soundly from what I can tell, haven’t heard a peep out of the room sinc-

Taliesin: *from behind the door* WYRM?!

Delvin: oh no-

Nerevar: *hurries past him and opens the door to find voryn, cary, Taliesin & Lucien all awake and Wyrm missing* What?! Where’d he- *looks to the window seeing it wide open* WYRM!?

Voryn: *still looking extremely groggy and worn out from the previous nights ordeal, quietly looks out the window* he’s… scared but… he feels, confident…

Kaidan: *making sure Caryalinds okay worried Wyrm may have been taken and he could’ve been drugged* that’d be the wine.

Taliesin: Wine or not- *pulls on his robes and grabs berwhale* I-if he gets himself killed I’ll never forgive him!! *suddenly books it past the group and down the stairs having no clue where his love could be but refusing to stay put and wait* Wyrm! Where’d you go!!

???: Up here!!!!

Taliesin: *freezes in place and looks up, nearly falling back in shock as he sees the small dunmer flying back over the city wall* DARLING WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOULL GET HURT!!

Wyrm: I’m fine! You’ll never believe what I di-

Mr wrench: *suddenly runs out of steam and starts popping and boppling as he lowers abruptly to the ground, dropping Wyrm in the process*

Taliesin: LOVE! *dashes forward catching him before he can hit the ground*

Wyrm: uh oh- *squeaks as he lands in his arms, mr wrench dropping down onto his chest with a soft thud*

Taliesin: *sighs hugging him close before giving him a stern look* …

Wyrm: *looks up at him nervously trying to be cute* I-Im drunk and small you can’t be mad at me.

Taliesin: Small yes but I’m fairly certain the wine would have worn off by now. *sighs and leans down kissing his forehead softly* why do you insist on giving me grey hairs? Do you want me to look old?

Wyrm: I think you’d look nice with grey ha-mm! *blushes as he’s silenced with a kiss*

Taliesin: *pulls away holding his gaze* Tsk. Don’t even joke about that.

Nerevar: WYRM!!! *hurries out of the inn and yoinks the small dunmer from taliesins arms leaving the high elf standing there confused* What were you thinking?! Running off like that without telling us?! After what happened last night?! We have cultists on our tails on top of everyone else out to get you!! Are you hurt?! Where did you even go!!?

Wyrm: *dangling as he’s held like long cat, looking more calm then upset over his actions* hmmmm… I was thinking delvin needed help with a job. if I told anyone you’d all try to stop me and keep me safe or get yourselves hurt or killed trying to do it for me. I wasn’t worried about cultists because they can’t fly like Mr wrench can. And- *flails cutely trying to reach his pocket but unable to with the way he’s being held* …the documents from the goldenglow estate safe is in my pocket.

Nerevar: I- don’t you get smart with me hla aka you could’ve been kil-

???: Killed? You’re doubting his skills after he pulled off a job none of our senior members could manage?

Nerevar: *looks back to see delvin & sapphire standing there* this doesn’t concern you Mr Mallo-

Wyrm: *smiles looking very proud of himself* I burned the bee hives and got the safe opened like you want- *blinks seeing sapphire* oh! You’re the lady who stole my eye! I’m sorry about trying to cut off your face! I can explain really!!!

Sapphire: n-no Nono it’s fine- I’ll just- *coughs* I’ll be down in the cistern. *pats delvin on the shoulder and walks off in a hurry*

Nerevar: *eye twitching, trying to comprehend everything that’s transpired* Wyrm. You’re telling me you committed arson and breaking and entering?

Wyrm: …yes. It could’ve been worse! I could’ve added murder to the list but Mr wrench picked the safe for me… I don’t know where he got that though- *looks down at the spider*

Mr wrench: *holding a bee in a jar up proudly*

Nerevar: I- … *sighs and sets him down* Hla Aka… I know you want to be stronger, I know you want independence from being protected by us… but there’s better ways to do it that won’t result in potential death or a criminal record.

Voryn: Like tying a bunch of meat and fireworks to a guar and setting it loose in a plantation to attract cliff racers?

Nerevar: *looks back to see voryn standing there, being held upright by caryalind* That was a crime for a worthy cause and you and I both know it was-

Voryn: oh I know. It was very amusing too… *holds open his arms smiling tiredly down at Wyrm* you did great Hla Khes. Just tell someone next time okay?…

Wyrm: *nods and smiles up at him, running into his arms for a hug* I will.

Voryn: *pats his hair, just happy to see Wyrms rambunctious nature returning to him* thank you. Now can we please. Please go to bed?

Delvin: Well- actually if I could steal your boy for a bit, I think Mercer would like to reward him for helping us with the goldenglow job.

Nerevar: It can wait until morning. We’ll be there.

Esbern: *suddenly pipes up as he steps out of the inn* wait until morning?! More thalmor will be here any minute to kill us and you want to wait?! And don’t tell me that scrawny joke of a thing is the dragonborn and expect me to believe y-

Everyone: *draws their weapons*

Wyrm: *lets go of voryn and walks to the old man* Im not a thing. I am the dragonborn. And my name is Wyrm. *folds his arm, his mechanical fingers clenching into a fist* Don’t make me regret my decision to help you, Blade.

#Wyrm dragonborn #skyrim taliesin #Kaidan skyrim #Caryalind skyrim #Lucien skyrim #inigo skyrim #nerevar #voryn dagoth

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maybemanyskeletonhats · 2 years

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How about a cute/spicy elves with sensitive ears? 👀

Hoowee.

Sotha Sil is tinkering when they come up and suddenly playfully run their finger up the side of his ear. He nearly makes a face...then turns to see them grinning. He gives a small, exasperated smile.

Vivec is lounging when they brush their hands against his ears. He leans back and looks at them with warm eyes. He then comments that he finds it soothing.

Almalexia jumps alittle when they do it. She hasn't seen it coming. She doesn't care very much for it but knows they only do it to tease her...so for them. She makes an exception.

Voryn Dagoth becomes shy. But quietly finds it to feel really nice. But they have to read his body language pretty well to find out.

Mannimarco scowls as they reach up and trace his ears. "What are you doing?" His lips twitch though...because it sorta tickles. Not that he'd admit it.

Neloth nearly whacks them in the face when they touch him from behind. "By malacath! What are you doing?" He looks slightly annoyed but he lets them experiment. Just for a minute or two.

Divayth Fyr definitely is either confused or laughs when they do it. He's never had anyone touch his ears before. "That's new." Is all he says.

Teldryn Sero doesn't know if he should feel flattered or weirded out. But he doesn't say a word even as he starts to lean into their palms.

Indoril Nerevar grins cheekily asking if Vehk set them up to do this. He does have a sense of humour and will playfully tug on their ears aswell. They started the war, now it's never gonna end.

Ondolemar jumps and his face turns beet red. Why had they...? Puts his head on their shoulder before he nips at their own ear. Same thing, different method.

#the elder scrolls #elder scrolls morrowind #sotha sil #eso #vivec #almalexia #neloth #divayth fyr #teldryn sero #voryn dagoth #mannimarco #indoril nerevar #ondolemar

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mareenavee · 8 months

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Fic Authors Self Rec!

Tagged by the indominable @kookaburra1701! Rules:

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love!

I love this. OKAY LET'S GO. Tell me about how proud you are of your work, friends. You've come so far <3

Tagging: @paraparadigm, @polypolymorph, @changelingsandothernonsense, @thana-topsy, @dirty-bosmer, @thequeenofthewinter, @gilgamish, @archangelsunited, @throughtrialbyfire, @expended-sleeper, @ladytanithia and YOU yes if you see this, talk kindly about your writing journey and TAG ME BACK <3

Below the cut because I do be ramblin' (: They're not really in any particular order, I just love them all for different reasons.

1) If We Knew Anything At All

This one was a hell ship prompted by a list that Topsy shared with a bunch of us and I had a brainwyrm, then ended up crying while I wrote the end of it. Quite possibly one of my favorite ever pieces. This one is both the inevitable end to my fic universe and something completely outside time. How did I manage this? Via Sheogorath's voicing. I don't think it gets more unreliable than that.

2) Metempsychosis

A very dear friend and fantastic teammate I met through Skywind sent me this prompt and it gave me such an excellent challenge not only to flex on weird god voice stuff again, but also to bust out some spoken word poetry tricks. I did end up recording myself reading this one too and it felt like old times. I loved all the layers of references I shoved into 1,000 words. It is also my first Morrowfic. And also one that reminded me what I am capable of even more strongly than some of my other projects did. 🥰

3) Serpens Caput

This one is newer, yes BUT OH MY GODS what a flex it was. ANOTHER Morrowfic but it's set in Ceth's fic universe featuring not only major character death but the mindset of a villain in his final moments. And we get to see Danger!Josh through his eyes. It was WEIRD. WEIRD WEIRD but so much fun. I don't think I've yelled so much about a fic whilst writing before. Ceth threw me this prompt, but I don't think was expecting this to end up...being this way (: Borrowed the description of Teldryn and Nerevar from her universe and just RAN WITH IT.

4) Little Dragon

This was written as part of my cute, happy LDB!Athis polycule AU where nothing is quite as horrifically messy as my main fic universe. It is a different kind of catharsis to write, often fun and humorous and a flex in that direction, since I didn't know what i was capable of—I always write pining and heartbreak lol. This came about as part of a fic writer's duel with AU (judged by Poly) which was honestly one of the coolest fandom experiences I've ever been in. It has become its own thing now with multiple other stories and I've been in yet another fandom duel since then. So it's all cute fuzzy feelings and happy memories and I love it to bits.

and last but certainly not least:

5) The World on Our Shoulders

My longfic which throws characters into extremely tough situations, handles horribly difficult themes and topics, shows people being messy and still finds ways to show it all with grace. It's what got me out of my multi-year writing slump and truly, truly brought me back to myself. So yes maybe some of the characters have some of my irl nonsense. Some scenes are far too relatable and it's a little scary sometimes how horrible that is, but it's a different kind of Catharsis. I love also the support its gotten so far for its specific type of storytelling structure as well as all the weird details that sprawl into other stories (Like my honorable mention written for Para, Recurse) and sequels and spin offs. It's been a great joy to be writing this and it's continued to inspire me. From draft one, which I wrote in challenge mode, posting every day this last February to now, where I am mid-ground-up-edit, I love this project to bits and will do all I can to see it through to the end. I see how much I can accomplish in this project. I see what can be done with common tropes and themes and even Fic in general. It's unalienated labor that I do for the sheer hell of it because I can and it's mine and I don't have to follow The Rules. There's something beautiful about that. It's one reason I get up at the crack of dawn every day -- to write for the sake of writing. Out of spite sometimes for all the ways the world tries to crush this kind of self expression out of us. This is my gem of a project. And I am proud of it and how far I've come since I started it. (:

So now it's your turn, if you got this far. Why do you write? How have your favorite fics you've written changed your perspective on the craft so far?

#AskMareena #Fic Authors Self Rec #The World on Our Shoulders #Dragonborn and Far-Star Marked #skyrim #skyrim fic #Nyenna #LDB/Athis #LDB/Teldryn #LDB/Teldryn Sero #Nerevarine Teldryn Sero #Nerevarine Teldryn #Nerevarine #elder scrolls #tes #tesblr #fanficblr

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onethousandeyeslooking · 9 months

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If I wrote fanfics about my altered events of skyrim or oblivion (if you wanna see Morrowind you can ask @sethos-diceking about it, servas/nerevar/lorkhan is more of their guy) would anyone want to read them? I'm very interested and want to try and see if anyone would want to see those.

Here's a peek of both:

The Skyrim one - Following Dalhyr, a dunmeri dragonborn from windhelm and follower of boethia. A little more lighthearted, a lot of found family, and a cute love story included.

The oblivion one - Following Sunbeam, a khajiit HOK who grew up in the Imperial City. I can only really compare his story to something more of a Shakespearian tragedy— as was seen from the iceberg, he doesn't get a happy ending.

So what do you guys think?

#tesblr #tes oblivion #skyrim #tes oc

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dantesthighs · 1 year

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hiiii!! apparently tumblr will just delete responses to asks if you try to save them to drafts. nobody told me. i feel quite stupid now. but!! what i was saying was, sorry for not responding to the nerevar sitting image for so long (it was very cute btw my little skrunkle jeshgugehg thank u i love all of ur drawings <33), it was because i was trying to figure out how to draw him, as an owesies to you, for providing me with the sun :^) hope you can excuse the sketchiness and everything. this has literally been the only time ive been able to draw anything that resembles him at all and i am very worn out trying to figure stuff out lol. thank u for your service, have a moon-and-star :))

He!! The boy!! My blorbo skrunkly!! I love him so much TYSM for this godsend of a drawing. I have been fed. Have another one! I changed his clothes for funsies cuz I was bored.

#indoril nerevar my beloved #morrowind #the elder scrolls #indoril nerevar #elder scrolls #tes #nerevar #tes3 #not my art #tes 3 morrowind #asks

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amulet-of-kings · 2 years

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its also very interesting to me how like. the empire kind of fucks all of my ocs over??

Erasan very much becomes the bad guy once he abandons the empire / what the emperor asked him to do. He wants to have more power than what being the Emperor’s savior gave him, and it doesn’t turn out great for him. (tip: don’t play grand theft Big Fucking Mech). he’s the only one whos actions weren’t directly caused by the empire, but it was his search for power after losing basically everything in the simulacrum. part of himself wonders: if he’d gotten the numidium to work, could he have carved a life for him and janus?

Amyra sticks with the empire through everything out of, well, at first it’s for Martin’s sake but then it’s just like... she gives up. She has Reyfa, then finds herself pushed out. Back to being a commoner - a hero, someone worthy of praise and affection, but nothing beyond that. They really only let her live in the temple for Rey; so she ends up going back to being a thief, eventually an assassin, finally Sheogorath. Ocato and the Blades raise that child until Ocato dies, because while they let Amyra look at her - they didn’t really let her raise the poor babe, at least not beyond nursing her.

Reyfa spends 190 years literally not on Nirn; Akatosh plucks her from Mundus when she’s only like, 10 - against Martin’s wishes! - after the Thalmor kill Ocato, and spends the next two centuries finishing what the Blades/Jauffre/Ocato started; grooming that child for her destiny as Empress. Ocato dying put a wrench in the original plan, which led to everything else going wrong by the time of Skyrim... Martin couldn’t even say no; when he shattered the amulet their two consciousnesses became one; even if he had his own body on Atherius he certainly didn’t have one on Mundus. (Of course, he later learns Amyra willingly went through the same fate on the opposite end of things, but that’s neither here nor there). Rey gets the powers of both parents, saddled with a fate that, at first she thinks she’d fit like a glove...

But then she sees it. Akatosh returns her to the timeline in Skyrim. She sees just how bad things have gotten. Can she, someone who lived a comfortable life - and largely, a life removed from these terrible things - truly set herself on that throne? Should the current emperor even be there? What of the dragons, what purpose do they serve? What benefit does she gain from having a power that her father never had (at least in life), her only source of knowledge besides the Greybeards being her own bodyguard, that definitely knows more than he lets on?

And that’s just the main family. Makado and Janus are also fucked over by the empire in their own ways (Makado being a puppet nerevar that just got lucky, Janus being raised in secret by Erasan and told by the Emperor he oughta’ve been killed... at like, six.) At least Janus got a cute former god as a bf 🤷

#ask to tag #long post #tes #ashes of your time #the elder scrolls #A lot of this is rambling but I'm rushing here LOL

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cha0tician · 2 years

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i wasn't expecting to like this so much tbh like usually it's either pokemon or it's some random ass reality show. im VERY confused by the world building but god damn that alien thing sure is precious to me. gay ass nerevar looking thing. the last series was cute too but i have no idea what that one is or even be able to reliably point out who the protag was

#silentmusic

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bitchwhoreofastorm · 4 years

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“origin”

"Nerevar's parry! Advance! Delyn's backhand! Retreat! Meris' block! Step left! Olms' thrust! Step right!"

Seron's sonorous voice echoed over the regular beat of heavy boots against pavement and ragged breathing in hot training-hall air. A crowd of Dunmer noblechildren did not a disciplined batallion make; Seron, however, was a Hand of Almalexia, and by a combination of careful diplomacy and strict admonishments that the Lady Herself would've been proud of, he'd whipped them promptly into shape, and they kept rigorous time with his instructions, feet and swords striking in rhythm with his shouts.

"Felms' Strike, take the knee-- Well done!" Seron shouted breathlessly over the clatter of several nobles falling to the ground. Fully-armoured and imposing for his height, the Hand walked down the line of kneeling children, all of whom were panting from exertion, their heads bowed and their training-swords held before them as if they were kneeling before the Gods Themselves. "Llarol, your parries are too slow," he said as he walked. "Mylis, good backhand. Ernil? Careful with your steps, they're too broad-- remember the Homily about the careless Alit who lost a battle by stepping off a cliff? Thanethen, best in the class today, well done. Iliah-- Iliah, your form is excellent but you move too slowly. Perfect form only counts if you use it in time."

Iliah, the fourteen-year-old girl who knelt at the end of the line, bowed her head and said nothing in response. This was a sword-class for the children of nobility, prospective politicians who needed to learn how to defend themselves (a necessary part of Dunmer politics, where assassinations were a part of daily life), and Seron seemed content for his advice to be accepted begrudgingly. While her peers grumbled about their criticisms, Iliah stared at the floor and focused on regaining her breath, flexing her hands on the hilt of her training sword and swearing to move more quickly next time.

"Alright," Seron announced, "Osuhn molha! Stand up and pair off. Let's put your lessons to the test."

A sense of dread crept into Iliah's throat. This was, by far, her least favourite part of training. Instinctively she looked over to Mylis, the only other girl in their cohort, but no sooner had she looked up that a stupid, grinning face abutted itself into her vision.

"You again," Iliah uttered.

"Me again!" chirped the boy. "Fight with me?"

Iliah looked past him, to Mylis, but she'd already paired off with Thanethen, and Seron had been claimed by the anxious-looking Llarol. "Um."

"Of course you will," laughed Ernil-- for that was the name ascribed to this pest-- and, before Iliah could protest, he seized her spare hand dragged her to a clear section of the training-hall.

Resigned to her fate, Iliah followed after hand, her hand hanging limply in his sweaty one.

If Iliah hadn't known better, she might have thought that Ernil enjoyed being beaten up by her. He always insisted on sparring with her, and hung around her like an unpleasant odour throughout their sessions; he'd even taken to following her home, prattling on about boring things, and she would endure his company in polite silence, or condone to wander around the public gardens with him until she found either her sister or her father to save her from the menace. Unfortunately, her withdrawn nature had done nothing to convince him that they were not, in fact, friends-- he seemed to like that she hardly spoke, calling her a 'good listener' and joking that he spoke enough for the both of them-- there were some boys, Iliah had realized, who treated conversations as opportunities to deliver monologues about whatever they pleased. And to Iliah's horror, even the adults had begun to take notice of how much time they spent together; when Ernil, holding her hand, positioned her in their usual training-spot, Seron gave them both a nod of approval, and Iliah wanted nothing more than to sink into the ground.

At least she could avenge herself on him. She was by far the better swordsman, and Ernil had barely dropped into fighting stance before Iliah had him on the floor.

The 'sparring' went predictably poorly for Ernil. He got in a few good hits, but he was one of those sensitive noble-children who couldn't commit to the violence, and each time his sword struck her he balked, leaving ample opportunity for Iliah to dive in and send him flying. To his credit, at least, he offered no protest: he would always hop back on his feet and attack her, only for Iliah to knock him back again. When Seron came by to observe them, he even noticed that Iliah's speed had improved considerably; at Ernil's efforts, the Hand merely sighed.

By the time the lesson ended, some half-hour later, Iliah's arms were sore, and Ernil had acquired several new bruises to boast of.

Not that it seemed to teach him anything.

"You're so good at this," Ernil prattled on after the lesson, as they sat next to each on the floor, peeling off their armour. "Unlike me. I'm the worst! The swords just move so fast. And I'm so clumsy. I don't think I'm cut out to be a warrior. You're lucky that you're a girl, nobody will be disappointed in you if you aren't good at swords. It's not fair. We should change places, really. But I don't mind that a girl's better than me at sword-fighting. Hey, you could give me private lessons. What are you doing this afternoon?"

Iliah, halfway through unfastening her cuirass, desperately wracked her brains for anything happening this afternoon. "Nothing," she finally conceded. "I'm not doing anything."

"Wonderful!" said Ernil with a grin. "Want me to help you with your cuirass?"

"No--"

But he was already unfastening the back for her; Iliah cringed away from his touch, but punching him would have been rude, so she stared patiently at the floor.

"Wanna come to my house?" Ernil asked. "There you go, it's unfastened. We should hang out! You just said you're doing nothing this afternoon, so why not?"

"I, um."

"Don't be shy! I know you're a shy girl, but I want to hang out with you, I promise. I think you're so cool, Iliah."

Iliah dropped the cuirass next to her and moved away from him, keeping stubbornly silent, focused on removing her armour.

Unfortunately, Ernil took her silence as agreement. Once she'd removed her armor, she wasn't quick enough out the door, and he tagged along with her; they both lived in the manor district, so their paths home regrettably aligned.

"Let's take the long road back," Ernil said, the moment they’d left the Temple complex, "Through the gardens!" And Iliah, who at least loved the public gardens, simply shrugged and let him usher her off into the trees.

The weather that day was warm, a lovely late-spring afternoon, the air thick and heady with flower-scent. They walked by a canal, concealed from the sun by the dappled shade of the pink Moril-trees standing overhead, through beds of Timsa-Come-By bowing their heads in a light breeze. After the hot sweaty air and cold stone of the training-hall, the gardens felt soft, fragrant, and their myraid pinks and oranges cast the entire scene in a hazy pollen glow. Despite the irritating presence of the boy, Iliah found herself quite content; too tired to be annoyed, she relaxed as they walked, enjoying the lovely atmosphere of Mournhold. And Ernil let a comfortable silence fall between them, for once, so the walk was nearly pleasant.

"I love this place," Ernil finally broke the silence, looking up at the trees.

Iliah, walking close beside him, stared out at the opaque blue water of the canal. She could see Koi darting around the base of the violet lotuses that dotted the water. "Me too," she said fondly, watching one of the big orange fish nibble at a plant.

"Do you remember playing here, when we were little? When you and your sister used to climb up that tree there," Ernil pointed to a large, stooping tree, drawing her attention away from the water, "And you'd declare yourselves the Queen of Mournhold, and make everyone do your bidding. You made me bring you sweetrolls! Do you remember?"

Iliah followed his pointing finger. "Yeah, I remember," she smiled, self-conscious. "I still like sweetrolls."

"I always wanted to be your friend, back then, but you were so shy. But I thought you were so cool, even then. You were smart and mysterious and dignified, like a real princess... and so pretty."

His hand brushed Iliah's. Iliah jerked it back to her chest.

"You're thinking of Karnalta," she said flatly. “In that game, Kar was always the Queen--”

"I'm not," Ernil said, looking at her, and something in his expression made Iliah stop in her tracks.

"But--"

"You're beautiful," Ernil said, also stopping. "Do you know that, Iliah?"

Iliah looked away. Suddenly her face was burning; she wished, more than anything, she'd brought her training sword on ths walk.

She felt Ernil grab her hands, and this time she didn't pull away. "Iliah Ra'athim,” declared Ernil, “I-- I like you a lot." His hands were still clammy. "I know you're shy, so I don't mind if we take it slow. I think it's cute. It gives you a certain... charm. But I like you a lot, and I think you're so... cool, and beautiful, and quiet, and interesting. I've known you my whole life, I don't remember a time I didn't know you, and I've always admired you so much."

"Ah, I'm not--" Iliah's gaze was fixed firmly on a nearby Timsa-Come-By; her hands were itching. "I think-- you're thinking of Kar, not me. I'm not..."

"No! I like you. She gets too much attention, but you're the one I really care about. You're the interesting one, the one who's good at swords, the beautiful one, the dignified respectable quiet shy devout one. You're wonderful. And I, I must ask you--"

The Timsa-Come-By beds were very interesting right now. Iliah, still with her hands imprisoned in their moist tomb, watched a dragonfly land on one. From the corner of her eye, Iliah saw-- in slow-motion, as if a disaster were taking place-- Ernil drop to his knees.

"Iliah Ra'athim," echoed that thin, reedy voice from a million miles away, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

The dragonfly lifted off and darted back to the canal.

A drop of sweat slid down Iliah's wrist.

"Um," said Iliah.

Ernil was still on his knees, holding both of her hands. He wasn't moving.

It had been several seconds.

When Iliah peeked down at him, he looked like he was on the verge of tears.

"Well?" Ernil pressed, voice shaking.

"I, um," Iliah stammered. "I... need to ask Kar."

"You need to ask your sister if you can date me?"

"Ah. Yes?"

"But that's foolish!" Ernil cried, jumping up, his hands still clamped around hers. "You deserve to be free! Why should she control you? I'll stand up to her for you. She's a bully, I always knew that, but I won't let her terrorize you any longer!"

"It's not--" Iliah shook her head. "I meant, I-- I need to ask my father?"

"I already asked him!" Ernil said anxiously.

"You what?"

"He said we'd make a great match. I'm nobility too, you know! He says I'm a fine young man and I'll be a good influence on you and--"

Iliah, aghast, wrenched her hands away from him. "But I--" she cast about for excuses. "I'm only fourteen!"

"So am I!"

"I can't use magic?"

"I don't care!"

"I snore? I-- you don't actually want to-- me? I don't like going out late! I’m boring! I hate holding hands. I'd be an awful girlfriend!"

"I don't care about any of that," Ernil said, pleading. "We've known each other all our lives, I know who you are. That's who I like! You!"

On the verge of panic, Iliah looked around. Why hadn't she brought that sword?

"Why don't you want to date me?" Ernil asked miserably. "I'm noble, I'm a nice person, I'm rich. What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing's wrong with you," Iliah choked out. "You're-- you're very nice."

"Am I ugly?"

"I don't think so?"

"Is there another boy? Is it Thanethen?"

"No!"

"Then why?" Ernil rushed forwards, grabbing Iliah by the shoulders-- he was really standing far too close, close enough that Iliah could definitively see that he’d shed a tear or two. "Why won't you--"

And at that moment, in a stroke of what she would later consider to be a message from divinity, Iliah heard Hand Seron's voice echo in her mind: Nerevar's Parry.

Emil landed in the canal with a resounding splash.

Iliah stood on the shore, still in post-suplex stance, having not even realized she'd hauled the boy over her shoulder until it was too late.

As Ernil waded towards the shore, shouting at her, Iliah finally decided to put manners aside: she took off at a run. Seron had been right, she thought vaguely-- good technique was most potent when combined with speed.

"You threw him into the canal." Idrenie said, disbelieving.

"What else was I supposed to do?"

The two women sat near a hearth, in their corner of the barracks; Idrenie, holding a goblet of greef, rested with her back pressed to Iliah's chest and her eyes closed contentedly, listening with rapt attention as Iliah told the story. The ending, however, had roused her, and she laughed, pressing her head back into Iliah's breast. "Only you, my dear, would think that suplexing a man is an appropriate rejection!"

"Again," replied Iliah, with feigned irritation, "What else was I meant to do? He was so annoying!"

"You could have just said no. Most women reject men with words, not suplexes. Could've said you were a big mean Telmoran and wanted no part in his nasty boyish charms. "

"Well, I didn't know that yet, did I?" Iliah sighed, burying her hands in Idrenie's loose hair. "Honestly, I felt too guilty. Because he was... nice, and we were friends. It would've made sense to date him, but the idea made me want to puke, even if I didn't know why."

"And that's how you realized it."

"Yes. Before that, I thought I could be with a man, if such an occasion ever came. But Ernil made me doubt it. I thought that if I would be with a boy, it should be one like him, but..."

"But you didn't like boys." Idrenie laughed again. Her laughter turned to a happy croon as Iliah massaged her scalp.

"I don't like boys," Iliah agreed softly.

"What about that Mylis girl?"

"Ah, she-- I could hardly speak in her presence. She was the kindest, prettiest, funniest, sweetest person. Once, during training, she actually asked to spar with me. Asked to spar with me! I felt so lucky. And she said I was talented afterwards. I was so-- Idrenie, why are you laughing at me."

For Idrenie had tilted her head back, and was grinning sleepily up at Iliah. "Nothing," she drawled. "I just remembered the first time we sparred."

"Oh, gods, don't--"

"When I said, 'beautiful backhand'."

"Idrie."

"And you replied, 'You're beautiful too.'"

Iliah groaned and leaned forwards, pressing her nose against Idrenie's forehead. "You'll never let me forget that, will you?"

"Of course not," Idrenie replied, tilting her face back to kiss her. "Just don't throw me into a canal over it, okay?"

#iliah #for a discord servers pride month thing #fic

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slightly spicy part of the reincarnation au. or as i like to call it: cock blocking voryn

also i think its cute to make voryn rly like sweets. tall intimidating leader of house dagoth sneaking sweets...... gap moe

Voryn sat in front of the mirror, disgruntled, Nerevar standing behind him with a pair of scissors.

“I know.” Nerevar soothed him by rubbing his shoulder. “But it’ll be good in the long run.” Voryn didn’t enjoy cutting his hair. Being without long hair felt… Wrong. Incorrect. Yet he knew it was in horrible shape, splitting and fraying like an old worn rope. It was dry and dead and dull, unable to be tamed. It wasn’t how his hair was supposed to be, it wasn’t the long waterfall of black that Nerevar loved running his fingers through, loved complimenting and braiding--

He stopped his thoughts again, trying hard to not get lost in the past that he was unsure belonged to him or not.

“It’ll grow back soon enough.” Nerevar replied as he began carefully cutting away most of the length, leaving it in a short style. His hair was already starting to grow back, at least. It had been falling out before Nerevar found him, but now the patchy areas were filling out well enough. “I’m sure now that you’re eating properly and well taken care of, it won't be long until it’s back to normal.” Voryn knew he was right; even as a child Voryn’s hair grew quickly. Nerevar knew as well, always marveling at the length when they were just children in Kogoruhn--

Voryn suppressed a groan of annoyance. His memories were getting scrambled again. It couldn’t sift between his memories as a child in the Sixth House Cult and his memories as a child in Resdayn anymore. The two just seemed to be all mixed together, his memories of Resdayn taking over more and more. Playing games with Nerevar, reading with him under gnarled trees, sparring with him…

With his short hair and still gaunt face staring back at him in the mirror, it felt like he was looking at a stranger.

“There, it doesn’t look too bad now does it?” Certainly the style wasn’t that bad. It was a little choppy, but that was more so due to the condition of his hair, not Nerevar’s skills. “Maybe you’ll like this style even more.” Nerevar added cheerfully, giving Voryn’s shoulder a squeeze.

Voryn opened his mouth to retort, to annoyedly remind Nerevar he never liked having short hair and Neht knew this full well, but he bit his tongue instead.

Nerevar didn’t know the inner turmoil Voryn was going through with memories of the past overwhelming him. Not even Voryn knew how he was supposed to feel about them, or if he should act on them or not. For several years he didn’t want to be Voryn Dagoth, not if being Voryn Dagoth meant also being Dagoth Ur and bringing other people pain and suffering. Yet, here at Nerevar’s side, it was different. Being Voryn Dagoth in Nerevar’s eyes didn’t make him a person worthy of scorn and pain. It didn’t mean he had to be a killer. If he was Voryn Dagoth it meant he was loved by Nerevar, and he wanted that. He wanted that so very, very badly.

“... It’ll be fine for now.” Voryn answered, annoyance still present in his voice. Nerevar stroked the now short, black hair sympathetically.

—

A few maids brought in a variety of small dishes into the dining room they were seated in. Many foods Voryn had never seen before--not in this time, at least, but there were a few that were also not present in the past.

Stewed meats, spiced curry, steamed mudcrab, not to mention pastries from across Tamriel, all laid out. It looked like a small feast for a party, despite it just being the two of them.

“Nerevar,” Voryn began, apprehensive as he was led to his seat, “I highly doubt I could possibly eat all of this.”

Nerevar laughed that sort of melodic, joyful laugh with his full chest that always got Voryn’s heart racing. “I don’t expect you to, Voryn.” Nerevar remarked. “I just wanted you to try some of everything. You didn’t get to experience different cuisines before, did you?”

He vaguely remembered some from his life as Voryn Dagoth, but his memories were a bit faint. Certain Voryn remembered his preferences, but not how they all tasted.

“Here,” Nerevar began getting him a plate, first with crusty bread and cheese from Cyrodiil. “Try this.”

Voryn took a bite. The cheese was sharp, along with a mild mustard on the bread. It was savory, not unpleasant.

And thus began Nerevar having him try a variety of things. Meat pies, steamed crab, roasted meats with a variety of sauces, everything. Sometimes he’d even feed Voryn, a look of pure delight on his face as he watched Voryn savor it. It was honestly truly delightful, a lot of the food he enjoyed greatly. There were so many things he had never tasted before.

“Try this next.” Nerevar held up a pastry for Voryn to try. It was flakey, golden, with honey drizzled over it making it shine. Voryn was getting full, but he couldn’t say no when Nerevar looked as giddy as a child. Voryn leaned in, taking a small bite, before making a soft sound of delight.

It was sweet. Sweet and floral to the point his mouth was watering. He licked the honey off his lips before taking the pastry from Nerevar, taking a larger bite. It felt like a damn sin he had never had something so delicious before, as he ate greedily despite how full he was. After the small pastry was done his hands were left sticky from honey and he couldn’t help but lick the stray sweetness despite knowing how rude it was. It was just too good not to savor.

When he looked back Nerevar’s giddy smile had faded to one of surprise, his cheeks dusted pink, his ears slightly tilted down. Seeing Voryn look back at him though his ears perked up in alarm as he cleared his throat, looking away.

“I-I take it you enjoyed that?” Nerevar asked. “They’re pretty good! Bretons know how to make pastries…” Nerevar picked up another treat, holding it up. “Try this one next.” Voryn once again bit into the offered dessert, letting Nerevar feed him, another soft moan falling from his lips. This one was soft, powdered sugar dusting it, with a complex flavor. It was sweet, yes, but a little bit citrusy and slightly bitter to offset it. Voryn licked the powdered sugar off his lips, as Nerevar continued feeding him.

“You still like sweets…” Nerevar muttered under his breath. At once, Voryn remembered a night in Resdayn. They were younger, just entering adulthood, Nerevar still working as a canvasari. Neht had gotten some honey for the two of them to enjoy on bread, a little sweet treat given dunmeri cuisine didn’t have many sweet foods. Oh, how wonderful it was, just the two of them and a surprisingly clear night sky free from ash or clouds. Nerevar fed him then too, dipping the slightly dry bread in the honey for Voryn to enjoy, only for Voryn to lick it off Nerevar’s fingers afterwards.

As he finished the dessert, Voryn couldn’t help but hold Nerevar’s wrist, swiping his tongue at the powdered sugar still on his fingertips, slightly mixed with honey from the previous one. Nerevar gasped as Voryn lapped up the remains, the flush on his cheeks spreading across most of his face and to his ears. Voryn looked up at him through long, thick lashes as his tongue curled around one.

In that memory, Voryn did more than just lick Nerevar’s fingers. He pulled off Nerevar’s tunic after the bread was done, Nerevar drizzling honey across his chest and stomach, Voryn savoring the sweetness right off his lover’s body. It was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted, all the sweeter from Nerevar’s moans under him as every touch and swipe of Voryn’s tongue got him harder and harder in his trousers.

That was when Voryn began affectionately calling him ‘sweet Nerevar’ in private, sometimes teasing that he could still taste the honey on his golden skin and lips.

When he let Nerevar’s hand go the hortator stood up with a nervous laugh, face still burning red.

“I-I’ll get us drinks!” Nerevar said as he quickly scurried off, face pointed downward to try and hide how flustered he was.

As Voryn watched him leave, he licked his lips.

—

Voryn felt absolutely humiliated as Nerevar carried him across the temple, various priests, politicians, and guards watching with confusion.

The healers told him if he wanted to make a faster recovery he needed to walk more, so the next time Nerevar came to visit him he invited him for a walk. Nerevar cheerfully lead him to one of the many quaint temple gardens to show him the variety of flowers there. But in the middle of one of Nerevar’s stories about Morrowind prior to the Red Year, his legs finally gave into the exhaustion that was building in them and he collapsed onto the pavement.

“Why didn’t you tell me your legs hurt?” Nerevar asked him, worry making his brow furrow like he was angry. Voryn frowned in response, looking away as he was scolded.

“I didn’t want to go back yet.” Voryn answered.

“I could have taken you to a bench, you know that.”

“You looked like you were enjoying the walk, and you always had something more you wanted to show me.” Nerevar’s frown deepened.

“I could have brought the flowers to you, Voryn…” Nerevar shook his head as they arrived at Voryn’s room, the hortator shifting him in his arms to open the door.

“It’s embarrassing for you to carry me like this…” Voryn grumbled as Nerevar laid him on the bed.

“You wouldn’t have to be carried if you took care of yourself better.” Nerevar continued to scold him, gingerly removing the shoes Voryn was wearing to get him comfortable, before he took one of Voryn’s legs and began to rub his calf. “Your muscles are so stiff…” Nerevar sighed as he began carefully massaging Voryn’s legs, working the tension out of the overused muscles.

Voryn couldn’t help but groan in relief; Nerevar’s hands were strong, yet they could be so careful when he touched Voryn. His touch was just firm enough to melt the tension from his body, yet gentle enough to make sure he didn’t cause Voryn any pain.

“I just don’t understand why these damn things aren’t working properly yet…” Voryn grumbled, letting his legs relax as Nerevar engrossed himself in massaging them.

“You were in bad shape when I found you.” Nerevar reminded him, a softness in his voice now too. “It’ll take time to recover, you shouldn’t try to rush it.”

“The healers said I need to walk more or I’ll only delay my recovery.” Voryn reminded him.

“That doesn’t mean you should try and push through pain until you’ve exhausted yourself.” Nerevar sighed again, exhaling his words. “Pushing yourself too hard will slow down your recovery even more.” Nerevar’s hand slid up his knee, beginning to massage his outer thigh. The muscles there were just as tight, Voryn wincing slightly at the tenderness. “Shh…” Nerevar soothed him as he began gently working the muscles, moving Voryn’s leg to stretch it out as he went to help relax the aching limbs. As he pushed Voryn’s leg further and further up though, he was met with no resistance as Voryn’s knee was pushed practically up to his chest. Voryn moaned softly at the stretch, before Nerevar went stiff against him. As he glanced down he saw the hortator’s cheeks were red, his eyes opened wide as he stared down at Voryn.

“Y-you’re uhm…” Nerevar began, trying to fill the awkward silence. “Flexible…”

“Haven’t I always been?” Voryn replied with ease, his breath barely a whisper. Voryn then shifted slightly, his hips tilting and leg moving up further. Nerevar swallowed roughly, the grip under Voryn’s knee growing tighter. When Nerevar remained frozen, Voryn continued, his voice still soft. “Aren’t you supposed to be helping me stretch, Neht…?”

Hearing his old nickname, Nerevar’s eyes glazed over slightly, a hazy look clouding his blue eyes. His hand went to Voryn’s other leg, slowly massaging the muscles in much the same way, before he took his time slowly pushing that leg up to his chest as well, and then working to press both of his thighs open slightly. At the stretch from the muscles on his inner thighs, Voryn moaned softly, willing his body to relax under Nerevar’s touch. Above him, Nerevar swallowed again once more.

Voryn couldn’t deny he enjoyed this. He enjoyed knowing Nerevar still found him attractive, still knew his body so well and knew just how to push and stretch him. He loved watching the way Nerevar’s pupils dilated as the robes Voryn was wearing slipped up, exposing a few more inches of skin. Nerevar’s fingers even went to trace over the now exposed thigh, calloused hands marveling at the familiar softness.

Nerevar leaned over his body now, pushing both of his knees up to his chest once more. Voryn groaned again as Nerevar looped his lower legs up, putting them on his shoulders, and he could feel the muscles in his lower back, thighs, and calves stretch more.

“Like this…?” Nerevar asked, shifting until his hips were just pressed to Voryn’s. Voryn gasped, his hands grasping the sheets under him. How many times did they test out Voryn’s flexibility like this? How many times did Nerevar take his legs and bend them however he desired, pounding into him eagerly, desperate to get just a bit deeper inside his lover?

“Mm… Yes,” Voryn murmured. “Just like that, Neht…”

“Does it feel good?” Nerevar’s hand slid up his stomach, watching the fabric ride up and crinkle under his hand, just teasing at exposing Voryn’s undergarments.

“Yes…” Voryn’s voice was breathy, gasping out his responses. The stretch did feel good, and he couldn’t deny the excitement in his body from being touched so intimately by his lover once again. Nerevar moved his legs now, slipping them from his shoulders until they wrapped around his waist, laying his toned body down on top of Voryn’s. Nerevar’s face inched closer, Voryn’s eyes fluttering shut as his arms came up to wrap around Nerevar’s shoulders.

“Hortator,” A knock on the door interrupted them. The intimate atmosphere came crashing down instantly, shattering like glass. Nerevar jumped from the voice, his hands jerking away from Voryn’s thighs as though they were burned. “A Telvanni mage has arrived with word about Solstheim.”

“I-I’ll be there shortly.” Nerevar untangled himself from Voryn’s legs, quickly pulling Voryn’s robes back down over the limbs. His face was burning red now, spreading up to his ears, as he stood up and adjusted his own clothing, clearing his throat.

Voryn felt rage bubbling inside him at the interruption, practically seething. He was going to kiss Neht. In just another few seconds he would have been kissing Nerevar, soft and warm with desire just like he longed to.

“I’ll… See you again, Voryn.” Nerevar said, barely glancing over his shoulder before hurrying out of the room, leaving Voryn stiff in his robes and frustrated to Oblivion and back.

#reincarnation au #voryn dagoth #nerevar #indoril nerevar #nerevoryn #nerevar is also getting very sexually frustrated from this too dont get me wrong #honestly part of this is just them doing it to themselves #i should restructure the chapters when i upload it to ao3 #hair cutting belongs more in the last one

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1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 9, 11, 12, 13, 14, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 29, 31, 33, 34, 35, 36, 39, 40 >:)

Ahdgkhh okay here we go!!!

1: Which TES games have you played?

All 5 main series games, ESO, and Blades!

2: Favorite TES game?

Oblivion........ like the other games have traits I like more, but also cons. Like... if I had to pick a game to just play with only the Unofficial Patch, it’d be that one.

3: When and how you got into TES? I was at a game store with my brother and we saw Oblivion with all these award “amazing game” stickers on it on clearance. So picked it up. I wasn’t impressed right away (remember picking dark elf tho) so put it down. My bro played it and said “omg you have to get out of the tutorial dungeon that sucks but the rest of the game is so good!” So I made a bosmer and did and there rest is history. TES has been a special interest of mine and a big comfort series for a decade now! 4: Favorite race Bosmer! Dunmer are a close second though. Thanks Morrowind. 5: Favorite province Valenwood........... love it............ Cyrodiil too because I’m basic. 6: Favorite character Ahdjgh hard to pick because there are so many! Off the top of my head, Dagoth Ur/Voryn Dagoth, Indoril Nerevar (what a shock, I know), Serana Volkihar, Glarthir, The Adoring Fan (don’t @ me), The Jemane Brothers, Marcurio, really all the characters from ESO’s main quest and the ending side quests who help you 😭😭. 7. Favorite faction

Thieves’ Guild, minus Skyrim’s. Skyrim’s Thieves’ Guild was awful eww.

8: Which province you would like to live in

If the lore and history and stuff weren’t a thing, Summerset because it’s aesthetic and has nice beaches. Realistically, probs Cyrodiil because I’m basic and I like how it’s a melting pot of various races and cultures!

As much as I love Valenwood, wouldn’t be able to handle the Green Pact

9: Which deity/deities would you worship?

Dibella - because I like how she’s the divine for the arts, and actual true love and beauty in the world (feel like she’s the divine most likely to say gay rights and trans rights). That vibes with me.

Makes me sad that both in the games and in the fandom, she’s reduced to “ha ha slutty sex goddess”.

10: Favorite Divine

Dibella because see above.

11: Favorite Daedric Prince

Oh boy... hajdg I love Daedra (except Molag Bal - eww)!!! So it’s hard to pick. Just rapid fire listing some favs: Sheogorath, Meridia, Azura, Barbas (does he count?), Hircine...

12: Favorite enemy

Dagoth Ur

13: Favorite dungeon

Hmmm, I feel like I’m forgetting some, but I enjoyed Nocturnal’s trial dungeon in Skyrim because I like sneaking and it was all based on that.

14. You have awakened and you are a Cliff Racer. What do you do?

Hunt and kill anyone who dares to step outside Seyda Neen lol

15: What would you do if you contracted vampirism?

C u r e

16: What would you do if you contracted lycanthropy?

C u r e

17: Are there any characters you have crushes on?

Not rly because I’m ace.

If so, who?

18: Favorite Great House

The Sixth House. The Tribe Unmourned. The-

Honestly all of them are whack and have... issues. When I played Morrowind, I didn’t join any of them lol. Telvanni is at least entertaining and very out there which makes them cool. So I guess them?

19: Favorite TES music

Ahaha... I sold my soul to Jeremy Soule... I have so so many... :’)

“The Road Most Travelled”, “Peaceful Waters”, “Stilt Sunrise”, “Auri-El’s Ascension”, “Sunrise of Flutes”, “Harvest Dawn”, “All’s Well” “The Streets of Whiterun”, “Secunda” (this is one of my all time favourite video game songs!), “Sovngarde”, “One They Fear”

Then from ESO which has other composers too: “Northpoint Nocturne”, “Moth, Butterfly, and Torchbug”, and “Grazelands Dawn” (mostly because it’s a remix of “The Road Most Travelled” 🥺)

Oh, and this song from the Morrowind dlc because the remaster of “Nerevar Rising” from 2:54 onward. (which how could I forget “Nerevar Rising”? Ugh it gives me feels! The Oblivion and Skyrim main themes are very near and dear to me too)

Also really enjoyed this song from Clockwork City - captures the melancholy vibe and I like the clock noises in it.

20: In your opinion, what is the scariest thing in TES?

I can’t stand spiders so anytime anything having to do with them shows up... I play with mods that remove them and in ESO, I have a list of dungeons and places to avoid. If I have to do one, I make someone go with me and kill them for me lol.

The Lighthouse Quest in Skyrim was also mega spooky. As for lore, soul trapping and the Soul Cairn really freaks me out! I can’t bring myself to use soul trapping because it bothers me :( I headcanon that when a soul gem runs out of charge, the soul is freed because it’s the only way I can sleep at nigh leave me alone lol 21: Favorite main quest Morrowind, hands down. I will infodump and discuss that game’s plot forever. 22: Favorite side quest

I really like the Daedric Shrine quests, they’re always fun. Also love the silly little short quests like in Morrowind when you have to help the guy get his pants back, or in ESO where you gotta find the lost dog in Valenwood and pet it.

Oblivion has loads of side quests I loved... the missing dunmer painter, Hackdirt, that quest with the ladies who are killing men, the Floating Bowl quest... the mystery at Chorrol Castle....

23: Most frustrating experience in a TES game

I get mad any time the sneaking mechanics in ESO don’t work like the main games. Because I always play an archer-thief lol.

That one fabricant machine puzzle in Tribunal.... oh man........ I had to look it up.

And also the final boss for Clockwork City was annoying. Don’t go to the Clockwork City!

24: Funniest experience in a TES game

Other than moments intended to be funny, I sometimes laugh whenever I miss a jump and end up dying from fall damage. It’s so ridiculous.

Dagoth Ur’s “What are you doing?!” when you first attack the Heart always gets a chuckle out of me too. He sounds so... upset and disappointed in you? Lol

25: Most badass moment in a TES game

The ending to ESO’s main quest was a rly big power fantasy moment for me.

Also more mundane, but I felt really cool and powerful when I got to the point in Morrowind where I could one shot kill cliff racers lol

26: Saddest experience in a TES game

The ESO side quest, “The Soul-Meld Mage” in Coldharbour. After that one, I had to step away for a bit.... man. It hurt my heart and I still feel so bad. That was a case in the game where I really felt impacted by how cruel and awful Molag Bal is. Like I *knew* but that quest played with my emotions and made it personal.

27: Favorite area/region

Valenwood from ESO. I spend all my time there, and sometimes go to Summerset or Vvardenfell lol.

28: Least favorite character

Vivec.

Also don’t like Maven-Black Briar. :I

29: In-game food item you want to eat the most

Sweetroll!

Also this one recipe for a beef dish I found in Valenwood sounded good. Maybe also the Sunrise Souffle mentioned in Skyrim?

30: If you could try skooma, would you?

No. Don’t do drugs, kids.

31: If you had the skills and resources to do a perfect cosplay of any TES character who would it be?

Probs Serana

32: Have you read any of the novels?

No, but I’ve been thinking about it!

33: Favorite class to play

Thief, or a thief-similar class like agent or rogue.

34: Which type of magic would you most like using?

Alteration seems the most useful for everyday life lol. But illusion would be fun.

35: Favorite weapon

I use bows all the time!

36: Favorite spell

Levitate from Morrowind - it’s so much fun to use!

37: Favorite artifact

Nerevar’s Moon-And-Star Ring. It’s cute lol and I like the lore behind it!

Also enjoy the Wabbajack because of how silly it is, and Dibella’s Brush of Truepaint.

38: You have awakened to find you’re in Tamriel. How do you react?

Because yeah I love TES but also the world of it is scary with gods and monsters constantly trying to kill you lol

39: Thoughts on ESO so far

I really enjoy the world and writing! But I’m still cranky over some moments where it’s an MMO and not a normal TES game :I

I also hate that we can’t have NPC companions. You really gonna give me a clockwork nix-hound named Snuffler and not let me travel with him? For shame.

40: Character you’d most like to hang out with

Nerevar, because I’m very awkward and shy and bad at peopleing and I would hope he could teach me how to improve lol.

But to actually hang out and chill, Marcurio would be pretty fun lol

#thank you!!!#asks #rucow

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lundiivith · 4 years

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ive been traversing. ive been traversing uesp lately

for the first time ive been doing that properly instead of mostly like, relying, on people telling me about lore or on the fandom wikia,

which by the way is objectively better than UESP because it notes pelinal whitestrake was gay and uesp doesnt even use gendered pronouns for his boyfriend,

anyways

here are some elder scrolls lore hot takes that arent pelinal whitestrake related

y’ffre can, like, Get It

quantum physics is fucked up in elder scrolls

its SO fucking funny that normal people things happen in elderscrolls when you know about like, aurbis being a wheel and whatever. Like oh my god you little elf bitch (shakes him by the shoulders) you little elf motherfucker youre living on an EARTH THAT HAS BONES how does that FEEL, we just have DINOSAURS here thats so boring, why is your DIRT COOLER than OUR dirt,,,,

i watched a video about the book of invasions today and motherfucker why does it all sound roughly as coherent as that

i still have no idea how the argonians evolved but the hist is also sexy and can unironically get it

i want to call daedric princes dinosaurs now for no reason other than to commit chaos

i have NO idea what an ada is and ive just been interpreting it as like, the et’ada equivalent of a regular ol daedric summon, like an et’ada atronach, if that makes like, LITERALLY any sense, and i’m VERY scared of being wrong. it’s kind of like saying the washing machine of a blender but i hope you understand where i’m getting at? like an atronach but like, Minus whatever it is that makes them Specifically daedric

morihaus and alessia were super cute, actually

also alessia pegged him 100% right

(remembers the all-maker) Oh my god i can’t believe christianity is canon to skyrim

I LOVE THAT THE KHAJIIT AT SOME POINT WERE AWARE OF ALDUIN AND THEN RID-THAR-RI’DATTA WAS LIKE... NO... SHOOSH... NO WORLD EATER. ITS OKAY

if the all-maker is anu and sithis is padomay is the adversary (roughly speaking) wouldnt there be some REALLY interesting possibilities in a ldb whos part of the dark brotherhood (with all that sithis stuff going on) interacting with the skaal? ohh, you could make a ldb who frees miraak to spite the skaal, that’d be neat

i need someone who plays eso regularly to tell me what the fucks up with vile getting nicknamed nycot because that sounds HILARIOUS

i very much appreciate that in tes people know gods are real but also they worship as gods things that arent necessarily gods (like phynaster) like thats not unrealistic honestly

(nord voice) shor’s phat knutz!

the more i read about redguard pantheon the more interested i am. why do they have a god named daddy

“[Xarxes] created his wife, Oghma, from his favorite moments in history “ this is cute in a really weird way

i think the yokudans had the same naming scheme for their gods that i have for my OCs ie “whatever sticks sticks but you gotta be able to moan it without cracking up”

(which is how i end up with OCs named shit like Asvestus, Sa’ran, Vuvuzuelle, Dove, Björn, i almost named an oc after tabasco sauce once, i had an oc named Sauerkraut but i shortened it to Kraut and now he’s an actual serious oc and he has an interdimensional boyfriend it’s cute)

why are there so many continents in elder scrolls that up and dissappear. are nirn’s tectonic plates ok

“Hermaeus Mora (sometimes spelled "Hoermius", "Hormaius", or "Herma" Mora), [...] also known to the ancient Atmorans and Bosmer as Herma-Mora, [...] to the Ayleids as Hyrma Mora, and to the Khajiit as Hermorah,”

PICK. A SPELLING. AND STICK TO IT WHOREMAEUS

(dagoth ur voice) nerevar will you come to my wine and cheese hour.

tsun is up there sexiest tes gods like tsun can get it, we can all agree on this

“why are you so insistent in gods being sexy” WHAT IS A GOD FOR IF NOT FUCKING. COME ON this is why no one likes nurgle

and the most important hot take of them all

IF YOU DON’T WANT TO FUCK OBLIVION MANNIMARCO. YOU ARE A FAKE FANNIMARCO. AND YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMEDIMMARCO.

#long post /#raw opinions from the source.

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Riiju-Lei: *all 3 eyes very irritated from crying as they leave the hall of the dead* gods if I keep weeping like this I think id like to go back to having no emotions at all…

Nerevar: and deprive the world of your smile? Absolutely not~ *pats his shoulder gently*

Taliesin: or your adorable laugh~

Riiju-Lei: I-it is not adorable.

Kaidan: I dunno, it does sound pretty cute when you start honking like a baby horker~

Lucien: or start snorting like a bristleback.

Riiju-Lei: *visibly blushing* I- I don’t sound like either of those things!

Sero: *cackles* pay up Xelzaz I told you he’d start blushing again!

Xelzaz: You lot cheated!

Riiju-Lei: Y-you’re taking bets on my emotional responses now?!

Inigo: yes shame on you all! … *sneakily takes his winnings from Xelzaz*

Nerevar: *chuckles and shakes his head at them* leave him be… *waits till Riiju isn’t looking before taking his share too and snickering* So, corner club before we leave?

Riiju-Lei: I guess, I don’t think you’d enjoy it though but… it’s really the only place any of us except for maybe Lucien and Kaidan would be welcome… the dunmer who owns it doesn’t particularly like me given I was raised by a nord and most people in this city like or at least tolerate me.

Nerevar: hm… maybe we can wait until we reach Kynesgrove then…

Riiju-Lei: Mhm… I don’t particularly want to go passed what’s left of my old house either. I don’t know what type of emotion that’d kick up out of me…

Nerevar: old house?

Kaidan: aye. When we first came here with him to gather his belongings and bring them to whiterun we found it burned to the ground and the brickwork covered in racial slurs against dunmer… even the district it was in is a slur against dunmer people.

Nerevar: *clenching his fist a little under his cloak* …I see…

Riiju-Lei: *sighs* let’s just g-

???: THERE! THATS THE BASTARD! THATS THE WANKER WHO DID THIS TO ME!!

Everyone: *turns to see Rolff stone-fist next to a guard, pointing at Kaidan*

Kaidan: oop, shit, hope you all have enough to bail me out for this.

Nerevar: I- what did you do to him? He’s missing half his face!

Kaidan: He was harassing a dunmer woman then tried to hit LeiLei while his back was turned. So I punched him and my gauntlets did the rest.

Guard: *walks over* Alright you’re under arre-

Nerevar: *steps out in front of him* It is my understanding that my companion here was attacked first by that- gentleman. My other companion here leapt to his defence.

Riiju-Lei: *sighs* nerevar don’t bother. He’s the brother to ulfrics right hand man, they won’t listen. *opens his wallet* okay how much is the fin-

Nerevar: *gently makes him put it away before looking at the guard* Is that so… in that case. Unless Ulfric would like the great houses of morrowind to side with the empire once again and join in on this civil dispute. He, And his right hand man. Will have an audience with me.

Guard: and, who are you exactly?…

Nerevar: Indoril Nerevar.

*a few hours later*

Riiju-Lei: *sitting quietly at the large table in the main hall of the palace of kings, knee bouncing as he and the others wait for nerevar and kaidan to return from their meeting with Ulfric* …I feel, sick, my chest feels tight and my hands and feet are cold. What emotion is this?

Lucien: anxiety, nervousness… it’s okay to be scared, I am too… being an imperial and the son of a notable captain I don’t particularly feel safe in here.

Sero: it’ll be okay… *folds his arms a little tighter feeling nervous himself*

Riiju-Lei: I hope you’re r-

Rolff: *suddenly screaming as he’s dragged out of the room in shackles to be taken to the jails* BROTHER YOU CANT DO THIS! YOU CANT SIDE WITH THEM! BROTHEEEEE- *silenced as the doors shut*

Nerevar: *walks out with Kaidan* I’m glad we could come to an understanding. The high council will provide funds for the betterment of our people housed within your city, the argonians and khajiit will be permitted within the walls. And we’ll remain neutral in your affairs.

Galmar: *huffs and storms out past them to the jails, most likely to give his brother a talking to for embarrassing him*

Ulfric: *walks out after him* yes. Now if there’s nothing else I have a war to get back t- *pauses spotting Riiju-Lei amongst the group* I know you. You were at Helgen.

Riiju-Lei: Yes. I was. Now I’m the Dragonborn. And I’ve been a citizen of this city longer than you or your fathers fathers have been alive… *stands up, feeling anger bubbling within himself the longer he looks at him* So if I hear anymore talk of my kind or anyone who isn’t a nord, being mistreated in these walls. I’ll do what that bastard and his mates did to my house. And I’ll burn this whole city to the ground.

Nerevar: LeiLei. *looks at him sternly but with a soft understanding in his eyes, knowing now at time of diplomacy is not a moment to lose his temper*

Riiju-Lei: *huffs and turns to leave*

Ulfric: *realising now he’s standing in a room with two extremely powerful threats he’d be smart not to piss off any further* I understand.

Riiju-Lei: *glares back at him* …good… *storms out*

*a few minutes later*

Team Dragonborn: *catch up with Riiju-Lei as he crosses the bridge leaving the city*

Nerevar: Hey- *pats his shoulder gently*

Riiju-Lei: *gritting his teeth in frustration* Arghh! I hate this feeling! I hate him for making me feel this way! I promise if we come back in a month NOTHING will have changed and that cockhead will be walking around harassing the grey quarter all over again!!

Nerevar: And if he does I will make good on my threat and side with the empire again. *strokes his cheek* he’s not worth your fury, dreamer…

Riiju-Lei: *sighs and relaxes into touch, the feeling of familiarity it brings giving him comfort* is it really worth that much effort?…

Nerevar: if it makes you happy, then yes…

Riiju-Lei: *smiles and holds his hand looking down shyly as the anger gives way to love and content happiness*

Taliesin: *suddenly smiling as he watches them*

Kaidan: what’s got you so happy? I nearly got arrested and you’re grinning.

Taliesin: I just realised something. The first day we saw LeiLei smile. It was right here. I’m betting it was the day Nerevar first came to skyrim~

Kaidan: really?… huh… to think they were always so close without even realising it.

Taliesin: *leans against him* I’m glad he’s found his happiness now… and I’m glad you’re not arrested. It’d be hard to make love to you with all those guards watching~

Kaidan: *coughs* I- calm down you wait until we get a room before you start talking like tha-

Sero: *suddenly books it past them with the guards chasing after him* HAHAHAAAAA!!!

Riiju-Lei: WHAT DID YOU DO?!

Inigo: *runs out after him and the guards* I tried to stop him! He set Rolff stone-fist on fire in his jail cell!!!

#teldryn sero #Kaidan skyrim #skyrim taliesin #inigo skyrim #Lucien skyrim #nerevar #indoril Nerevar #Xelzaz #riiju lei dragonborn #dunmer dragonborn #Skyrim

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