#dovakin

[redmage9138]

Reblogging from my old account. Maybe I should revisit this cutie!

Drew this about 2 years ago when X and Y were coming out. Thought it would get some love here.

[luvbites]

its soo weird how they even changed the sound effects in oblivion remastered to be more skyrim sounding lol....

[riverlet-arboreal]

Miraak you bitch ass coward. Sitting all the way in Morrowind in the fucking weird slimy book realm, can’t even come in person to killsteal.

Too shitty of a wizard to get his own damn dragon souls, so instead he sends his creepy hologram to steal mine.

He’s gonna make me take a fucking boat to a whole other nation, find my way through a bunch of creepy underground chambers, and trudge through a greasy literature maze to go murder his ass.

[anthropictales]

When you can pick your face, why pick anything but the best?

Ralof led the way to an overlook. The horse thief looked walleyed around at the forest, and kept a pace between himself and both Ulfric and the stranger as they walked away from the road.

"Got a question for you guys. all of you. it's relevant, I promise." the stranger said.

"Go on." Ulfric said.

"Either of you remember the ambush clearly?" they asked. "The one that caught us."

"Of course." Ralof said, frowning. "It happened four hours ago."

"Kay, good. Do any of you remember me being there?" they asked.

"Yes." Ralof said.

he saw Ulfric frown and glance back. "Yes?" he said, a question in his voice.

"Think carefully. comb through every detail you recall. do you actually remember me being there? Rorikstead, you haven't said anything. think carefully."

Ralof glanced at the horse thief. "I mean, they threw your ass in the cart with the rest of us..." he said trailing off.

Ulfric nodded. "I see. I remember you were there, but I can't remember any details. what exactly is this?" he asked.

"Hell if I know, apart from either the Nine or the Daedra owe me a fucking explanation and I will insist on collecting one. What it means is I wasn't actually there. I can't be certain I was there until the moment I opened my eyes. next question." they said.

"Do I have a face?" they asked.

"Um, yes?" the thief said.

"Do I though? if you look away from me, can you remember anything about my face, my species, any identifying characteristics? Could you describe me to someone if your life depended on it?"

Ralof realized with a sinking chill along his spine that no detail of the stranger's appearance remained in his head whenever he glanced away from them.

"Stormcloak, you have a question." They said.

"What is your name, stranger?" He asked.

The Argonian woman rubbed an arm across her scales. "Sol. just call me Sol." she said. "Oh god that felt weird."

Ralof realized with a start that she suddenly did have a distinct appearance, scales of a deep, dark green that was almost black, a long tail and a body that looked a bit too curvy for a random wanderer, much less an argonian.

"What just happened?" he asked, coming to a halt.

"Sorry abt that, but I'd rather not end up like the grey fox if I can fuckin' help it. That was character creation and thank the Nine that worked, I was worried I'd screwed the pooch by using a shout in the wrong place." She said, rubbing her scales.

[sunsettemplar]

I think Tera doesn't find Miraak attractive because he's a nord lol. I mean, originally there wouldn't have been any romance, plus considering she's an altmer she has different standards for men. Altmer men are handsome to her, and Miraak has long hair as a bonus, but he is a human and half his face is fucked up... But as they say, Benedict Cumberbatch didn't look handsome at first.

some doodles

Tera, by the way, is no longer a Dovakin. I was thinking of combining her and Bella, so Bella's a Dovakin and Tera's just a crazy mage-scientist or so.

[couldtheybekira]

[rorych-ka]

My main characters are from different games. Not all of them, of course, just the ones that came to hand х)

My Rook, Gabriel Ingellvar. One of my many inquisitors, named Hun. Khajiit dovakin(Dovahkiin???? how is it in Eng) V, Corporate. Mc, Ravenclaw, from Hogwarts Legacy. And Gitjanki, dark urge... yes.

[runjumptaco]

Ate 4 cheeseburgers just to feel alive. Listening to the 20 hour skyrim analysis. The Dovakin would love hyperpop and cheeseburgers. No there is nothing of substance to this post.

[mewvore]

Not the altpreg almsivi 😔

I aint even the altpreg dovakin at this point

[shhh-secret-time]

A Land Born Twice

"Don't take your eyes off me. You'll miss what I can do."

Prologue

The land known to man was born twice: first, as a spectacle performed by the Gods. Then once again by mortal men who sought fit to mold the precious gift into a wonder. Historians have long dedicated whole lifetimes to trying to figure out where it all started really, could something so enormous, so beyond our understanding really be told through script and tongue?

Maybe, but that wasn't your area of expertise.

No, you were not sent from your home amongst the humans to the Elven capital to talk about history, debating the existence of such Gods or ancient spirits. You were not dressed in the finest silks and cloths that coin could buy, just so you could sit in some lesson on the makings of the world. You were sent across this vast land for one job.

To make history remember you.

With your head held high you make your way across the silvery floors of the castle, each step you took aligned with the string instrument that echoed down the halls. A click of your heels, another note. The men who followed you did so in silence, the plate and chain of the armor threatened to drown out the sound of the peaceful lullaby.

Knights from the human kingdom tend to sport the colors of earthy browns and shades of red. The lower ranking knights were restricted to browns, it was only when they climbed the ranks that they got to don the splashes of red. So, when the King sent you out in the company of the only knight in the kingdom to wear a red cloak, it put into a grander perspective just how important this meeting was.

Ser Clyde Dovakin, the only man in the kingdom to be seen sporting the red cloak, walked by your side with a lazy arm thrown onto the hilt of his sword. His steel knight’s helmet tucked under his other arm. Perhaps it was the amity, showing the Elven people that he meant no harm. Or it could be the fact that despite his rank as Knight Commander, Ser Clyde had a reputation for slacking off.

One look at him and it was easy to tell. From the way his hair remained unkept, despite never wearing the helmet designed to protect him, to the way he carried himself with such carefree steps. The lazy smile on his face would have just about anyone fooled. That he was the most talented swordsman of this age.

But you knew better, you were trained to know better. That's why you were requested by name to be sent to this meeting. Just beyond the great wooden doors that rest at the end of the hall lies the very thing that will decide the relations between your people and the elven people going forward.

Past those great doors sat a council of women and men alike, pointed ears and fair skin that ranged from different shades. Timeless wonders made of flesh surrounding a thick oak table, whispering amongst themselves. A few dressed in similar silks and garments to yours, others equipped with leather armor; weapons resting behind their chairs.

Ivory tiles long forgotten in the hallway, instead the flooring turns to the brown soil that the castle rests on. Four walls in the room covered with various plants, parts of great trees that seem to stretch on forever, and dim firefly lights that help illuminate the chambers. Quills and parchment papers glide across the room, fluttering and weaving between soft whispers until they find home on the great oak table that stretches across the room. The table was set with intrigant cups, chalices made of frosted glass sat in front of each chair untouched by those who sit by them. It and the chairs that accompany it sprout from the soil, twisting roots and vines make up the furniture. A beautiful blend of nature working in harmony with the castle.

An elven man with platinum blond hair breaks the peaceful murmurs of the room. He rises to his feet in a surge of emotion, the thick tension in the air being cut by his words. "Your highness, must this meeting truly take place? Would it not be in our best interest to align ourselves with the Shield Maidens to end this war before it begins! The entire kingdom can sense that tension is rising, why not give the humans what they want?! Clearly a decade of peace was far too long!”

His shouts echo through the court room’s elaborate walls, the slam of his fist on the thick oak table follows shortly after.  Other members, around the table watched in silence, some with furrowed brows and lips pressed so thin they almost disappear.

To the far eastern part of the room lies a throne, and like everything else in the room it stood as an attest to the relationship between Elven kind and Nature. In it, a man raises his hand and with a simple gesture the eyes of every person in the room falls to him.

With fiery red hair that almost looks like licks of flame coming off each curl, twisted golden branches rest on top of his head carefully woven into the locks. Deep green eyes that hold the secrets of the forest that surrounds the land. Pale untouched skin, except for the cluster of freckles that dust his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose. Each small dot resembles the inside of a sunflower, spots where the sun has kissed his face over and over again. The red gloves on his hand were embroidered with a gorgeous pattern that matched the look of his robes. A tapestry of golden swirls that decorated the material, ones that meld into the giant wings that sprout from his back. Wings that flutter with each breath, shimmering light fall from either side.

"I understand the devotion that burns inside you Ser Donnel,” He takes a moment to lower his hand, “but you will remember proper etiquette in my courtroom. Should you take that tone in front of my honored guests, I'll ask that you step outside and remember yourself." His tone was not one of anger, but it held the authority one should have in his position. Behind the glints of his eyes were silent warnings. The guarantee that he would not get a second chance.

A second passes and the blond dips his head down, returning to his seat. “My apologies your Highness, I meant no offence.” His eyes now fixated on the table before him.

Just before the conversation in the room could pick up, the great doors were pushed open; Ser Clyde using both arms to do so. There at the doorway you stood, a smile on your face found only in portraits. Still, calculated, perfect. Eyes fall upon you, some mixed with curiosity and others mixed with loathing. Whatever emotion they held in the variety of colors didn't seem to matter to you. What mattered was that they were on you. And as the bard inhales getting ready to speak, you bow low. Your hands by your side, outstretched just enough to show the palms.

History would remember you.

Prologue | 1 | 2

[kirsdoesstuff]

Ive always like the idea of a khajit being brought into twst, bc i started skyrim when i was 16, so i imagined my cat girl to be my age so by the time i finished the game i was 20 and fully dragonborn'd up so liek.. what if a 20 yr khajit (or any race from skyrim) gets isekaid to twst? I imagine its be fun to figure out why she can do magick from skyrim, but not magic from twst

Blog type : What if a Khajit/Dovakin went through the mirror? {Brain dump}

That is honestly a great question, as someone who also had a Khajit cuz 10 year old me was like ooh kitty (I named her Zara). Granted I haven’t played in so long, but I’ll try to bring up what I remember. Watched so many modded play throughs.

Granted I apologize this might not be exactly what you were hoping for in this ask. I just hope this at least makes sense as I go through the main aspects. My brain first went into this like “How would it be?”.

I’ll use neutral ways to refer to our lovely kitty Dovakin.

Magic, shouts and the Dovakin aspects are general.

I feel like everyone would be so confused as to what magic they have. Plenty of people have already wrote up headcanons on magical girls or other stuff from other worlds but I haven’t seen this yet.

Khajit specifically, since beastmen are not that fur or feather covered they would obviously look at one quite curiously. There’s quite a few variants of them across games/regions. Depending on how certain people feel they could be territorial. Khajit are usually able to adapt to any region they go to, though TWST is set much farther in time so depending on how many ruins they’ve experienced and they might understand a bit of it. Phones would still be very confusing and social media.

I still imagine most close to them would have intrusive thoughts about how the fur feels. They could accidentally scratch someone if they’re taken by surprise. Everyone would need to keep a roller nearby since the fur can get everywhere.

Them asking where the nearest tavern is for some ale or wine would be great. Leona might help if they’re close enough to see who can last the longest drinking.

The magic in Skyrim is based on purely mana and there’s no waste like blot. Shouts is a whole different story too. Though there is plenty of similar basic spells that would be “normal”, but making a sword out of thin air from mana? Is that your unique magic? No? What do you mean?

There’s so many spells that would leave people gawking, and artifacts too. The staff of the god of chaos, that would be hilarious until you turn someone into a sweet roll accidentally. Imagine they’re the leader of the mages too in Skyrim, and correcting methods of magic in the world of TWST.

Shouts deserve their own paragraph. Like slow time is so op, and the Dovakin would immediately be made one of the strongest wizards. Shouts would make Overblot incidents over so quickly. Disarm is obvious, Become Ethereal is op, Bend Will op, Call of Valor literally summons the heroes across space and time for aid, and would Dragonrend work on Malleus? They’d be way too powerful for the world of TWST in short.

Call dragon would be interesting, but if that doesn’t work due to being in another world there is Summon Durnehviir could work since it crosses a dimension already from the Dawnguard dlc.

The Dovakin aspect is also something to consider since there’s Malleus a dragon fae. Would he sense it? Would Leona hate the smell of lizard you have? There’s a little bit to think about, but all quite interesting.

If it was ever brought up they bare dragon blood in their veins and know many dragons but have also killed many in the war that went beyond the living realm. Imagine the silence and jaw dropping from many staff and students. The strength to kill multiple dragons and maybe taking on two at once (unfortunately did in a city, I was confused by how many roars I heard).

The odd skills would be so useful though, lock picking, the strength to haul all those sweet rolls (does everything disappear into their inventory?), unfazed by undead, ambidextrous dual wielding, potions is alchemy, silent walking gets you tea and not even Khajit hear you. Lots of odd things to think about regarding it.

[pheonixkenny]

Since I’ve been playing the SP video games a lot lately I thought I’d introduce you to my New Kid! Her name is Alex. I thought I’d give her a gender-neutral name to go with the whole “ambiguous gender” thing she’s got going on. (I’m ignoring “Dovakin” because that’s not a name you give to a girl.) And yes, I said “her”, my new kid is a girl. I based her a lot on me, since the new kid is basically a self insert character anyways. So I gave her my gender, sexuality, religion, even made her look kinda like me. I have a lot of headcanons for her that I’ll list under the cut.

Alex has selective mutism, so she doesn’t talk much. She does know ASL, but none of the other SP characters do, so that doesn’t help her communicate with them. She carry’s around a notepad and a pen with her to write what she wants to say. She also just texts people to talk, even if they’re only a few feet away.

She’s friends with pretty much everyone in town, but the people she’s closest to are; Wendy (because she knows her true gender and didn’t out her. So she trusts her.), Kenny (they bond over being the only people in town with real superpowers.), and Butters (the first friend she ever made in South Park. Plus, he’s a sweetheart.)

Like me, Alex is a lesbian. Her and Kenny like to talk about hot girls together.

She does eventually trust Kenny with her real gender identity. She figures she owes him that since she knows his big secret. (He’s immortal.) Kenny’s kinda surprised and it’s a little awkward at first because he doesn’t really hang out with girls who aren’t his little sister, but he eventually realizes she’s still the same person she was before and they fall back into their regular dynamic. (They have a brother/sister dynamic after that. Since Kenny does say you remind him of his sister.) Besides, he kinda gets it. He played Princess Kenny, Alex can be King Douchebag if she wants to.

Part of the reason why she hid her gender from everyone (besides the government.) is that she just wanted to play Stick of Truth with the guys. It looked fun.

She does like to do some girly stuff with Wendy too though, since she doesn’t get to very often. So once in a while they’ll turn on a rom com or princess movie and give each other makeovers. (Though Butters is sometimes also down for a good princess movie.)

She doesn’t tell Butters about her gender identity. She likes him but the boy is not great at keeping a secret.

Even though she doesn’t show it, she cares deeply for all her friends. They’re the first ones she’s ever had. (It turns out online followers are different than real friends.)

Doesn’t know how to feel about Eric Cartman. On the one hand, he did bring her into the Stick of Truth game and taught her a lot in it. On the other hand, he did kidnap her parents, so she’s pretty mad about that.

If/when the South Park gang get the government off her back for good. (I know they probably could. I doubt there’s anything these guys can’t do at this point.) Alex gets the most emotional that anyone has ever seen her. It actually kinda freaks them out. She then comes clean about her real gender identity since she doesn’t need to worry about being tracked. Everyone kinda reacts with an “ah, that explains some things.” attitude. Cartman’s really the only one who has a problem with it.

[thelastazuren]

Skyrim: The Legend of Aros

Aros Dovakin had always known that fate would never give him an easy path. From the moment he first shouted at the top, of the Throat of the World, feeling the power of Unrelenting Force shake the very mountain beneath his feet, he understood the weight of his destiny. He had been a Dragonborn, a hero of Skyrim, someone chosen by the gods to bring peace to a fractured land. But peace was always fleeting, always at the cost of something more precious.

In the years following his defeat of Alduin with help from the wisdom of the great Noble dragon, Paarthurnax, and bringing completion of the civil war, Aros Dovakin had traveled far, always with his loyal companion Inigo, the purple Khajiit with a heart as big as the world itself. Together, they’d hunted monsters, uncovered ancient secrets, and even defeated Miraak, the first Dragonborn who had sought to enslave the power of the dragons for himself. But Aros’s most cherished victory had been the day he freed Serana from her cruel father, Harkon, defeating him, curing her of her vampirism and finally claiming her as his…

That took place before, defeating Alduin and Miraak. During those battles, Serana used her skills as a highly trained assassin to help Aros defeat his foes.

The days of sorrow had passed, and their family now grew with their children, a boy named Valin and a girl named Keshara. Valin had his father’s stubborn will and an uncanny talent for the Thu’um, while Keshara had inherited her mother’s fierce spirit and quick wit. Together, they had created a home, a haven amidst the chaos of Skyrim.

But peace never lasted long.

Aros stood in the hall of the Vigilants’ Keep, his thoughts heavy. Serana stood beside him, her hand in his, while Inigo lounged nearby eating a sweet-roll, his usual relaxed self despite the grim task ahead. The Vigilants had asked Aros for help in hunting down a rising threat—a dark force, one that sought to destroy everything they had fought for. Molag Bal, the Daedric Prince of Domination had begun to stir, and his eyes were set on the soul of Serana, a soul he once owned as a pure-blooded vampire.

“Aros, you know what you’re getting into,” Serana said quietly, her voice thick with concern. “Molag Bal will never stop. He’ll always want more.”

“I know,” Aros replied, his gaze hardening. “But we have to stop him. For our children, for Skyrim, and for you.”

With that, he joined the Vigilants, and together they began to hunt down the monsters sent by Molag Bal to wreak havoc across the land. Their journey led them to infested sewers, and forgotten ruins, places where the dead refused to stay buried. In the process, monsters have killed the High King, Ulfric Stormcloak, one of Aros’s dearest friends during the Civil War. And Paarthurnax, the Noble Dragon, sacrificed himself to save Aros and everyone else, from the hand of Molag Bal when he took the form of a giant black and red eyed monster, when he was summoned from a ritual site. Paarthurnax defeated the monster possessed by Molag, but he was killed, by its claws at the same time. Each fight tested their strength, but Aros was relentless—his love for Serana and his children pushing him forward.

After Aros and Serana were clearing out a haunted mansion and experiencing visions of Molag’s past victims while inside there with with their friend Inigo, a chilling event occurred. Molag Bal had captured Serana right in front of Aros. He’d taken her, bound her in chains, and dragged her to Coldharbour, the twisted realm of Oblivion. Before going through the portal to Oblivion, Molag Bal made a deal to Aros. “I will give her back to you, but since you have caught my attention, I will test you with temptations that reveal your darkest desires. If you fail to resist even one of them, then Serana shall be mine eternally.” he said, with a grinding voice as he walked through the portal.

Aros’ heart sank. Without hesitation, he set out to rescue her, his mind filled with the memories of their life together. Inigo, ever the loyal friend, followed him to the gates of Coldharbour.

The journey through Molag Bal’s realm was harrowing. Aros fought through hordes of nightmarish beasts, dodged temptations meant to break his spirit, and resisted the corrupting whispers of the Daedric Prince. But his love for Serana kept him strong. He could feel the bond between them, even across the planes of existence.

Finally, he arrived at the chamber where Molag Bal stood, holding Serana in chains. Upon arriving, the voice of Stendarr spoke to Aros and Inigo, “Inigo, this is not safe for you. You are needed in Skyrim. I will send you back there. This is the Dragonborn’s fight” Said Stendarr. Inigo was teleported back to Skyrim with a shining golden light flowing around him. “Safe travels to you, my friend. Please don’t die on me!” said Inigo, as he faded away from the realm of Coldharbor.

When Aros finally saw Serana, the sight of her—his wife, his heart—pushed him to the edge. Her eyes were clouded, her body bruised, but she was still alive.

Molag Bal turned to face him, a cruel smile on his twisted face.

“Why do you persist, mortal?” Molag Bal asked, his voice like the grinding of bones. “What drives you to face me, knowing the price will be your life?”

Aros stepped forward, his grip tightening on his sword. “Because I simply love her and our children, more than anything in the universe. She’s the only one for me. Now honor the deal.”

Molag Bal laughed, a sound that reverberated through Coldharbour like a dying wind. “Very well,” he said, snapping his fingers.

In an instant, the chains around Serana disappeared. She collapsed into Aros’ arms, and for a moment, the world seemed perfect. They embraced, sharing a kiss, their love renewed. But then, a soft voice in Serana’s ear broke the illusion.

“It’s a trap.”

Aros’ blood ran cold. Before he could react, Serana was violently torn from him, her body flashing with the chaotic magic of Molag Bal’s teleportation spell. Aros reached out, but it was too late. She was gone.

“No!” Aros shouted, but his cry was met with Molag Bal’s dark laughter.

“She’s not dead, Dragonborn,” Molag Bal said, his eyes glowing with malicious intent. “She was merely sent back to Skyrim. But you… you must die. You stand in the way of my plans. I shall re-mold Skyrim, and every realm in the universe, into my image!”

Aros’ heart pounded in his chest. He had been deceived, but he would not let his wife, his children, or Skyrim fall to the dark god’s grasp. His determination burned brighter than ever as he drew his sword.

The final battle between Aros and Molag Bal began in the heart of Coldharbour.

The realm itself seemed to twist in response to the clash. Molag Bal summoned monstrous beasts, horrific shadows that tore through the air. But Aros fought with the fury of a man who had nothing left to lose. He used every shout he had mastered through the years, throwing everything at the Dark Prince. Fire, ice, lightning, water, wind, unrelenting force, life draining, everything he could think of! With every strike, the Daedric Prince recoiled, his power waning under Aros’ relentless assault. Serana’s image flickered in his mind, her face a beacon guiding his fury.

Molag Bal roared, his form shifting and distorting as he unleashed all his might. The world around them collapsed into a void of darkness and fire. But in the end, Aros stood unbowed. He gripped his sword and charged it with the power of all the shouts in his body. Then with one final strike, he heavily slashed his sword through the heart of Molag Bal, shattering the Daedric Prince’s form.

Molag Bal’s voice echoed one last time, filled with fury and defeat. “You… you will regret this, Dragonborn… This is not the end…”

The Prince of Domination crumbled into nothingness, leaving only the silence of Coldharbour behind.

Aros stood there, chest heaving, sweat pouring down his face. The battle had been won, but the cost was heavy. He had defeated a Daedric Prince, but in doing so, he had lost his house and some of his dearest friends, Ulfric Stormcloak, and Paarthurnax.

The realm around him began to dissolve. As Coldharbour shattered, Aros found himself back in Skyrim, standing at the foot of a familiar mountain. The throat of the world!

Serana appeared before him, her eyes full of love and sorrow. “Aros… you did it. You saved me. And you saved every realm ever known!”

“But at what cost?” he asked, his voice strained. He stepped toward her, and they embraced once more, the weight of their victory settling over them like a storm cloud.

“We’ll rebuild,” Serana said softly. “Together.”

“I love you” said Aros. In response, Serana said, “And I love you, with every beat in my heart!”

Then Delphine and Esbern came to Aros. “We are sorry we ever asked you to kill Paarthurnax. although he may have been a general with Alduin before, he has changed. He was truly as you said he was. A noble dragon, whose heart was bigger than the world itself. With wisdom that stretched as far as the sea.” They said. “Will you ever forgive us?” “I will.” Said Aros. His eyes filled with kindness, but also a little anger. “However, I don’t want you to serve me any longer. Go on your own way and let my family and I live in peace.”

As the sun set over Skyrim, Aros looked at his wife, his children, and his loyal friends. They had defeated Molag Bal, and with that, they had secured a future—one where their family could live in peace, free from the darkness of Oblivion.

And as for the Dragonborn… perhaps one day, Aros, his family, and his friends will face another challenge, but for now, he was content to hold them close and protect the world they had fought so hard to save.

The future was uncertain, but as long as they stood together, Aros knew they would be ready.

THE END .

[unknownhomosapien]

For the dragonborn ask game : 1,3,7,14 and 18? 👉👈

1.What is their background and backstory, summarised into a paragraph?

Resdayn Hyr was born in Solstheim in 4E 53 in a family of ex-Telvanni and Redoran soldier. His ancestors were either battlemages or dual-wielded swordsman, but he only unherited the last one and already demonstrated himself as skilled fighter in Redoran trainings, despite the fact that he had some actual disabilities (he born with only one eye).

His (Toliani) sister wasn't so lucky (he was born blind and deaf) and went very sick, so he decided to travel to Skyrim to find a proper cure for her. But he was mistaken for a criminal and nearly died in Helgen. Being stucked in Skyrim, he settled in Windhelm for some time to find a cure and the way to went back, so he joined the Stormcloaks to earn some money, but got dissapointed quickly.

Unfortunately, he happened to be a dragonborn. He eventually took side of Empire. After killing Alduin and finishing civil war, he decided to came back, but it was too late for saving his sister. It was tough decision for him, but he refused to join Redoran guards, and choose to work and travel as museum of dragonborn' reseacher and guild master, only coming back to deal with Miraak. In that time got closer with Teldryn.

3.How do they feel about being Dragonborn- does they identity feel right for them and did they embrace it immediately? Do they consider themselves a true dragon?

He....wasn't excited much? Resdayn knows history of his lineage very well, and news about being dragonborn didn't suprise much. Fact that there were psijic and actual dwemer in Hyr' bloodline seems more impressive. Still, he is pretty much serious about his dovakin' duties. Dunmer is "doing duties, not thinking" type of guy, so he embraced it almost immediately.

7.How much do they utilise the power of Thu'um? Do they actively try to expand their inborn abilities through research and exploration? Or are they less invested?

Actually, he has pretty destructive Thu'um, so he trying to use only in critical situation. His voice always was very loud and sharp voice even before events, and now he lowering it and making as calm as possible.

Still, he is dyslexic and reading anything kinda tough work. It took more time to learn basic, but even one Fus is enough to make cracks on walls. He didn't stop learning them though, mastered Fus'Ro'Dah and Yol'Toor'Shul to perfection.

14.What is their personal favourite place in Skyrim- a town, hold, home, dungeon, or just a natural spot they happen to have a fondness for?

Eastmarch, especially central part with hot springs, geysers. Maybe it reminds him of south Solstheim with their volcanic areas.

18.Your Dragonborn is now an actual dragon- what do they look like? Do they possess any unique features or abilities?

Probably very colourful, with following vitiligo spots on skin and hair, also missing one eye. I'm sure he gonna use claws and tail to attack more than thu'um.

[anthropictales]

Turns out, the Voice is not a toy.

"OI, SHUT YER GOB!" the imperial called out, glaring back at the stranger. The stranger narrowed their eyes. "I have one word for you, fashy boy." they said, then their mouth moved, but Ralof didn't hear it.

[]

Ralof's ears rang, his head felt full of wool, the world faded in and out.

He gingerly pulled his bound hands up, flicking his fingers clumsily and muzzily hissing out the words to the basic Heal everyone learned as kids.

It took him two tries before he finally got the words out well enough that the warm, sunny light of healing swept from his hands into his head, closing his eardrums, ever so slowly pulling the blood back and stabilizing his brain in his skull.

He sat up. the cart was in pieces, and in the distance he heard screaming horses, and Ulfric was carefully cutting his bonds on a piece of shrapnel.

The horse thief was dragging himself to his feet, hands also pulsing with healing light and shaking his head.

Ulfric was only now bringing his free hands and the shard of cart timber to the gag, sawing it off carefully. He frowned, confused.

Ralof found the stranger. they were knelt in the verge of the wooded track, staring at a body.

the cart driver. it wasn't a pretty sight.

The stranger looked pale, and the smell told him they had been violently sick.

Signs of spellshock. he walked up to them.

They stared, silently at the body. he rested a hand gently on their shoulder.

"First time you've killed someone?" he murmured gently.

they nodded.

"Deep breaths. it was him or us, you know that, yes?" they nodded once. emphatically.

"Good. he'd not have had the same courtesy." Ralof said. he glanced back. Ulfric was already cutting the horse thief loose.

"Right now, though, we have to get moving. the imperials will be back, with reinforcements." he said.

"And I must ask, where did you learn the Voice?" Ulfric asked, walking up to them.

the kid laughed. "I was certain just saying the word wouldn't work but... I can feel it. now I know what to look for." they said, voice shaky.

"Like your mind is made of snow, and the words like stones, sunk deep." Ulfric said. "There is a reason none who know the Voice use it save at need. Did you study with the greybeards?" he asked.

"Oh G... by the Nine, that is one hell of a story." they shakily stood. "You all have the phrase, 'extraordinary claims require extraordinary proof'?" they turned and faced Ulfric.

"Or words to that effect." Ulfric rumbled.

"We need to get to somewhere we can see Helgen. I'll tell you the whole story, once I have some kind of proof." they said.

[sunsettemplar]

Adam is the @spicyc0rn dovakin. He and Tera are best friends, so Tera always goes with him. In this au, Miraak has a crash on Tera(I think this is the only au so far where he has a crash on Tera right away lol).

Adam and Miraak are not friends in any universe, they are rivals and Miraak tolerates him(they are just alike in some ways so they clash all the time, but you know it's like friends who will kill each other if anything lol) so they are in the same gang.

I have crash on Adam heheh

Adam + my old scetch with them lol(i cant draw him as well as she did......)