#this goes for altmer and bosmer too

[leemarkies]

every time a skyrim modder gives a dunmer npc pale skin, normal eyes, and a smooth rounded face an angel dies

[skyrim-forever]

Thank you so much @lathez and @sulphuricgrin for the tags <3

This week Sujamma wants to hear all about your big ideas. What’s a new story idea or OC idea you have? Maybe you haven’t fleshed it out yet - this is a great opportunity!

Tagging: @theoneandonlysemla @dirty-bosmer @labskeever @scholarlyhermit @changelingsandothernonsense @pocket-vvardvark @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @pyre-of-pages

So I've had a pretty big idea for a few months now but as there were no Altmer men involved my brain considered it less of a priority :P But it's something I definitely want to work on and could be my very first proper longfic <3

It focuses on a new Dragonborn character who is actually the older sister of another oc I have who I wrote about in Summer 2023 and haven't touched since. Originally she was Dragonborn but I am going to rework it because Rochelle doesn't make sense as LDB, but her sister Colette does... it would take place following this silly fic where Colette goes to visit her sister in Solstheim. It would take place after when she hires Teldryn Sero to take her back to the Imperial City and she is pretty and pays very well so he does :P They get caught trying to cross the boarder and you know how it goes :P

Colette and Rochelle have a Reachman mother, a wise woman specifically and a Breton noble father. Their father lived among the Reach folk after his carriage was attacked by bandits, him and their mother fell in love (ish, he's in love, their mom is... complicated). they have the girls and eventually his family finds him and takes him back to evermore. The girls stay with their mother and live traditionally until she sends them to live with their father for reasons the girls do not understand at the time, Colette is 14 at the time. Their father is now married with a son. He works really hard to cover up the girls Reach hertiage and they spend a lot of time learning noble customs to which Rochelle struggles with and Colette works overtime to be the perfect daughter their father wants. She is a perfect noble lady, marries a rich man in Cyrodiil and lives a "civilized life" burying all traces of how she was raised to the point her husband doesn't even know where she's from.

The story would follow her growing into her power and finding her way back to her mother's people, undoing the conditioning to become her true self. She'll also fall in love with Teldryn who is brudgingly going along with her for the money, he starts to fall for her when she sheds the "princess" persona. They'd be a slow burn which is very new for me. I've also wanted to write Teldryn forever and have so many ideas!!! Thinking of doing slight Nerevarine Teldryn, probably won't dive too deep in but it'll be there. This is already long af but I'm really excited to talk about it so here's a snippet from the beginning:

Colette was a good liar. When they were little girls, running through the wilds of the Reach while their mother was communing with the forces unseen; her sister and her would play pretend. They would act out what they understood of the Hagraven rituals, Rochelle was the witch for she possessed the gifts their mother did. Gifted in the arcane arts. Colette would be the Briarheart, the seed of the tree placed in a pouch around her neck: imagine her heart carved out, the briar replacing it.Their ritual was not that different from the ones the elders did, her sister would speak with Lord Hircine and make her anew. A warrior. 

But she would not get to become a warrior, the spirits had other plans for her. That was the reason their mother gave throughout the journey west, to a land she would learn was called High Rock. The land of their father, a nobleman in Evermore. His efforts to cover up the girls origins were through. Many months studying dancing, literature, and learning to be proper noble daughters before anyone outside his closet circle could know of them. It was difficult, so different than the life they lived among the trees, dancing in ballrooms instead of around the fire. And when Rochelle struggled, failing at being a perfect Breton daughter, Colette knew she had to succeed. Molding herself into exactly what he wanted to not only spare her sister, let her focus on her magical study. She was good at it. Everything done perfectly down to marrying a very wealthy suitor. Father had been so pleased, her new husband brought direct ties to the East Empire Company and the chance of being an heir should Juillen be unable to take over. The next Lord of Evermore, her younger half-brother had been plagued by disease his entire life, the healers helped the pain but they could not help him walk. His legs began to fail before she got married and Colette would carry him to the top of the castle walls, he didn’t like being trapped inside. Nearly fifteen years between them, he was small enough that it was doable. A good thing as he did not feel comfortable when the guards offered the same, nor his mother; he only trusted Colette.

[yansurnummu]

Fading Light

Drals and Zerith-var rest for the night in Rawl'kha. Zerith-var ruminates on his strange new companion.

Rating: T

Words: 831

(AO3 link)

It was some small comfort to Zerith-var to know that at least some things hadn’t changed so much. He watched the bright colours of the sky as the sun set over what remained of the city of Rawl’kha, breathing in the sweet, spiced scent of the cup of chai in his hands. It was perhaps a little more watery than how they would have made it in his time, but he tried his best to force himself to appreciate the little things.

He took a deep breath, pulled from his thoughts by the flicker of a flame between the fingers of his companion across the table from him. He lit a pipe of some sort he had held between his teeth, dried leaves catching and producing a sour smell.

Zerith-var eyed the strange elf as he leaned back in his chair, exhaling smoke. After the chaos of the day, running all the way to Rawl'kha and finding his hidden sanctuary in ruins, finding that he really, truly was far from his own age, he allowed himself to really study Drals for the first time. 

Everything about him was alien to Zerith-var. The longer he studied him, the more fascinated and curious he became. His clothing and armour were strange, black and embroidered green, the patterns geometric and organic at the same time. The metal plating on his bracers and chestpiece were nearly chitinous, reminiscent of beetle shells but on a much larger scale. In the fading light, the lantern on the table cast a golden glow over his ashen grey skin, the most obvious oddity that had been nagging at the back of his mind. He was sharp-featured, like many elves Zerith-var had met in his time; though too tall to be Bosmer, but too short to be Altmer.

His hair, for the most part, was black as night, though strands of silver showed underneath where it was smoothed back behind his pointed ears. Zerith-var’s eyes traced the lines on his face in profile, from the sharp bridge of his nose to the creases around thin lips. He was… handsome in a way, he allowed himself to admit. The one amethyst eye that was not covered by his eyepatch flicked his way, and Zerith-var tensed as he was caught staring.

“What?” Drals said simply, the creases around his eye highlighted as he narrowed it.

“I do not wish to be rude,” Zerith-var sighed, “but your appearance is… strange to me. I… hm.” He hesitated, trying to find an inoffensive way to word the question and coming up with very little. 

Drals nodded curtly, looking away once more.

“Right, yes,” he grumbled, gesturing at his eyepatch and the scarred half of his face with one hand. “It's a long story. My ex-wife tried to kill me, I spent half a lifetime trapped in a Daedric Plane, and was cursed by the Prince of said plane. But I think it's sorted now. Hopefully.”

“That is… not what I meant.” Zerith-var grimaced, circling his hands around the ceramic cup on the table in front of him. “Besha ahnz’ii. I have never seen an elf of such a grey complexion.”

Drals blinked at him, wide-eyed and disbelieving. 

“Oh. By the Three, you have been gone awhile, haven't you?”

“It would seem that way,” Zerith-var said solemnly, picking up his tea cup once more. “And what is this ‘Three’?”

Drals only sighed, putting his pipe to his lips.

“Well… I suppose we’ve the time for a brief history of my homeland. So, the story goes…”

Zerith-var listened intently as Drals told him what he was sure was a very opinionated version of the story of his homeland, a Morrowind he had never heard of before. He found that he enjoyed listening to Drals speak; his tone was rough and he had a bit of a dirty mouth, and it was something that Zerith-var found himself charmed by.

As they talked into the night, Zerith-var's gaze wandered. He quietly – and, he hoped, covertly – appreciated the lantern's glow on his skin and the deep shadows it cast, the bit of dark hair visible under the collar of his shirt, the parting of his lips as he exhaled smoke. He had a haunted, intense look in his one eye, a look that disarmed Zerith-var every time it was directed at him.

Were he a younger Khajiit, perhaps he would have pounced at the chance to know him more intimately. To press his hands against grey skin, to learn if his hair would be as sleek under his fingers as it appeared. But he was no ja'hadaliit, and he had little time now to entertain such desires. 

Not that it mattered, anyhow. There was a dark, looming guilt hanging heavy over his heart, one that he was not certain would allow him to love freely again. He would just have to look at Drals – the handsome, intelligent, mysterious elf that he was – and long for something he could not have.

[baphometsss]

if you wanna understand more about the evanuris, ancient elves and spirits in thedas, i really think it's worth reading up on the tes lore because a lot of the inspiration for that particular part of thedosian mythos is, i think, heavily influenced by it

essentially in tes, there were two main forces in the universe before anything else existed. there was anu (order) and padomay (chaos or limitation depending on the story). anu first created padomay so it could understand the limits of itself, because in order to know what something is then you need to know what it is not. then anu created a soul for itself so it could reflect and understand its nature better. that was anuiel. anuiel made sithis (the soul of padomay). anu and padomay fought endlessly and from their blood sprang forth et'ada or original spirits. the ones that came from the blood of anu were aedra, from the blood of padomay were the daedra, and from their mixed blood came the magna ge. the et'ada were like embodiments of various emotions or concepts in much the same way as spirits in dragon age -- wisdom, love, etc. one of those et'ada was called auriel and he represented the concept of time, which meant that instead of just floating around in space there was actually some direction to what the et'ada were doing.

the et'ada were fooled by one of padomay's spirits called lorkhan (a trickster god) into creating the mortal plane. they weren't aware that the mortal plane would be a place of limitations only, and so very quickly a lot of the spirits ended up being destroyed as soon as they entered it. one of the et'ada (magnus the architect) realised what was happening just before it was too late and left the timeline completely, along with some of the aedra. however some of the aedra decided to stay and complete the project anyway. in the process, they became trapped within it and were depleted of their power. however, to continue to live on, they ended up creating the elnofey, who were their mortal children. some of them sacrificed themselves to create earth bones (like y'ffre), and then their descendants eventually became the various races of mer or elves. there's a ton of other bullshit that goes on in the background of this but this is the bit that's most relevant to this post

so (and i might have some of this wrong bc tes lore is so insanely convoluted and there are variations of it in canon) it goes anu > anuiel > auriel (god of time) > et'ada > elnofey > aldmer > modern mer (altmer, dunmer, bosmer, etc).

this is really useful in understanding why the elvhen relationships referenced in datv are described as being beyond mortal comprehension. it's because spirits are essentially facets of the divine that are just kind of distilled into much purer concepts. in effect, the spirits are all a part of a larger whole, in a way not too dissimilar to 'isanutoll' or the hivemind of the titans. they are parts of the maker, collectively, reflecting the physical world of the titans on the spiritual plane (the fade).

ofc it's not exactly the same as they aren't a total hivemind, and i'm maybe reaching a little bit with the comparison between tes and dragon age. however, there are a lot of similarities between these games, especially the evanuris/tribunal. and, in a sense, being a total hivemind would defeat the object of a god or divine being like the maker deciding to create spirits of itself to understand better. but it does put it into perspective--the relationships are complex because they are a part of the same divine body. one hand loves the other.

it's very similar to a lot of real world spiritual thought... i'm reminded of that eckhart tolle quote 'you are the universe, expressing itself as a human for a little while'. the idea that we're here so that some divine being can experience the world as a part of it, so it can continue to expand and grow. it seems to be drawing on this concept and i love it tbh

[sambuuck]

gonna spam about my arvell oblivion au here, arven as martin septim and clavell as his elven body guard (hero of kvatch)

this was started entirely by me imagining clavell wandering around in the sorcerer art armor because shirtless clavell hot 👀

but also elven sorceror clavell teaching about the mythic dawn at the arcane university and trying to warn everyone about the dangers of consorting with mehrunes dagon

(i have not decided which elf race he is - altmer would be the obvious choice, but also dunmer/bosmer because clavell is a short king)

mythic dawn does not like this, but while killing him at the university would bring too much attention while they're plotting uriel's death, they do arrange for him to be arrested and executed. jokes on them though, he gets put in the escape cell and flees alongside the blades, goes to jauffre and gets sent to kvatch to pick up uriel's last son, aventus "arven" martin

and like, clavell is absolutely a good guy, he sees kvatch being raised to the ground by daedra and is desperate to help. he helps the guard retake kvatch, then goes to arven to take him to jauffre. and literally the moment clavell sets his eyes on this very young priest looking up at the stars and asking the gods for any reason for what happened, he absolutely just goes Ah Yes, Mine Now

arven in the meantime is deeply traumatised by what happened at kvatch, and he's just been picked up by hot silver fox clavell and told that he's the emperor's son and the daedra came for him. like this poor lad is lost, and latching onto clavell is incredibly easy. and clavell feels for this poor boy, and while his main job is to physically protect arven, he also sits down with him, giving him a shoulder to cry on, someone to talk to and be comforted by

by the time they get to cloud ruler temple they are absolutely pairbonded, and jauffre inducts clavell into the blades primarily because he can see how protective clavell is of arven, like no-one is coming within a mile of arven with clavell around. clavell gets assigned to be arven's bodyguard and he takes that role very seriously, like he gets ansty when he gets sent away from arven to rest/train/bathe/do a mission and someone else replaces him. he remembers what happened to uriel and the thought of it happening to arven when he's not there to protect him terrifies him

but arven worries about clavell too - arven is not your standard emperor, and he wants to get involved and helps the blades. i think his class is likely scout or healer, he knows his plants and often helps make potions and poultices for the blades, and cleans up their wounds. and that allows him to also help clavell, if he's gotten hurt while out or during training. clavell gets a lot of massages from him, lots of hands on restoration magic 😌 but arven also looks after clavell's mental health, makes sure he eats and sleeps, and is not beyond pretending that he's tired to get clavell to lie down for ten seconds

i think they become an official Item after the siege at bruma. like prior to this they're both Aware of their feelings but wont act on them because of the situation. bruma changes thing, because its the first time the two of them are in active battle together and there were so many moments where the two of them thought the other was a goner. their chances of survival are not good, arven with the mythic dawn and clavell as one of the eldest blades, but the siege makes the both of them realise that holding back when they might die at any moment does not benefit anyone. the guards all go off to celebrate their victory, but clavell takes arven back to cloudruler and the moment they're in Arven's room they are all over each other, snogging like the world is ending

(which it kind of is)

(also this is one of the few times they can dick down, cloudruler living quarters have thin walls and jauffre is normally next door 😂)

and we dont talk about what happens at the end of the game no siree, we certainly don't imagine clavell weeping in front of arven's dragon statue 😭

[tastesoftamriel]

What are some popular foods in Tamriel eaten when one is sick? I'm currently feeling like oblivion warmed up and haven't been able to keep anything really substantial down and it sucks

We're all prone to feeling under the weather, and I do hope that you feel better by the time you read this! Every Province has its own take on sickbed foods, and here are just a few for inspiration.

Altmer

If you've ever encountered an ailing High Elf, you can be sure that they're going to tout the wonders of honey. Sore throat? Headache? Open wound? Try some honey! Aside from the usual ginger-honey-lemon tonic that's beloved across Tamriel, Summerset is also known for producing a warming tincture that also includes garlic, turmeric and cayenne powder, with lots of raw manuka honey to mask the taste.

Argonians

Argonians are lucky enough to be resistant to most diseases, and seldom fall sick. However, a local pick-me-up for when the weather gets chilly is a thin chicken or bantam guar soup with boiled rice, ginger, spring onions, and lots of garlic. The pulled meat is tender and easy to chew, and it's definitely one of the more palatable sickbed foods out there!

Bosmer

A basic meat stew with small, tender chunks of game, poultry, and timber mammoth is the Valenwood cure of choice. Firstly, a stock is boiled for at least two days, made from meat scraps and bones cracked open to release the marrow. The meat is then stewed until tender, and is very lightly salted to avoid overwhelming the diner. Not the most exciting dish, but warming and hearty.

Bretons

High Rock treats colds with a good clear chicken broth with barley, making for a simple but tasty soup that's nourishing for the body. Some complain that the soup is pretty boring on its own, and the addition of spices, herbs, meat, or boiled vegetables helps to add a bit of flavour, texture, and extra nutrition when ill.

Dunmer

Saltrice congee is an indispensable Dunmeri staple, which is enjoyed regardless of one's health! Saltrice is simply boiled for hours until it forms a creamy porridge, and it's typically served with saltrice sauce, ginger, meat floss, and preserved kwama egg. Milder versions include slices of plain white fish, or simply a dash of pepper and saltrice sauce for when strong flavours are too overwhelming.

Imperials

There's no surprise that wine is the cure for a large number of Cyrodiil's ailments, especially fortified wine. By adding other spirits, syrups, and tinctures, it's a lot easier to make the medicine go down with a cup of sweet wine (which is especially good when warmed). Alchemists in Cyrodiil are known for making their own special blends for every problem from aches and pains to sore bellies and colds.

Khajiit

Watercress, taro leaves, and spinach stewed until tender in coconut milk is a Khajiiti favourite for upset bellies and general ailments. This simple yet delicious dish is especially beloved in Southern Elsweyr, where a semi-sweet peanut paste is sometimes stirred in for extra nutrition and flavour.

Nords

In Skyrim, we are firm believers that a good fish soup can cure almost anything. A thick, creamy seafood stock is the most important part of getting this soup right, and a good amount of fresh salmon is added and boiled until flaky. Some also add chopped vegetables like celery, carrots, cauliflower and potatoes for a bit of extra texture and flavour.

Orcs

Sour borscht with a dash of sour cream is the Orcish version of a health potion, but tastes far better. Made from an alarming amount of beetroot (and sometimes cabbage), this red soup is tangy and flavourful, yet not too overwhelming for the sick palate.

Redguards

Mild lentil soup with pulled goat, peas, and garlic is the Alik'r favourite for when you're feeling under the weather. This soft and easy-to-digest dish is tasty and goes down easily. Some add a spoonful of yoghurt to their soup for flavour and to help with digestion, while others like a bit of garlic-infused honey for flavour and to boost the immune system.

[niamh-sims]

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I haven’t played Erianby since early February, and unfortunately my queue is all run out!  I am back to working and studying (this will be my last year of my Masters, my second one, no more study for a long time!) and I’ve been working on a new concept for a ‘hood.

For a long time, I have dabbled with the idea of a proper Warwickshire Renaissance Challenge, encompassing all the detail of the challenge, including tax/education/health systems, moral character, ethical alignment, and all the other nitty gritty bits that I always thought were too hard to implement.  I’m looking forward to some deeper, more fleshed out characters, rather than having super nice Sims, who all love their kids and play nice with everyone!

I also like the idea of the Crown of Laurels Challenge, with each province having their own regional specialities.  However, instead of having all provinces located in the same neighbourhood, each one is it’s own sub ‘hood.

Soooo, at some stage I will be introducing Tamryth.  Elder Scrolls inspired, Tamryth is the continent/country in which my world is based, located on the planet Nim.

Sneak peek of Farhollow, the forest province:

Farhollow Castle

Temple of the Divines & the Cemetary

Tamryth

Myrthspire- Main ‘Hood

Royal residence and castle town.  Also contains the University and Military Barracks.  Home to the Imperial Royal family, but Sims of all races reside here

Seasons: Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter

Trading: Luxury goods such as foreign textiles, exotic spices, quality armour, precious gems, jewellery etc.  Major port city where most trade to overseas locations occurs.

SC4 Terrain: Anvil City by tulipfera.  I will be adding in the extra yellow roads in SC4.

Farhollow- Sub ‘Hood

Forest Province.  Home to Nords and Bosmer

Seasons: Spring, Autumn, Autumn, Winter

Trading: Lumber, woodworking,coopering, hogs, grain, forraged goods, wild animals, tanned leather, cured fur

SC4 Terrain: Pippanstad by @nimitwinklesims​

Darkmont- Sub ‘Hood

Mountain Province.  Home to Imperials and rumored to be home to a clan of vampires

Seasons: Spring-Autumn-Winter-Winter

Trading: Quarried stone, mined ores, smithing, goats, cheese

SC4 Terrain: Not sure yet, as I’m yet to find a mountain-y map that I’m happy with.  I may make my own

Earthdrift- Sub ‘Hood

Plains Province.  Home to Bretons and Altmer

Seasons: Spring-Summer-Summer-Autumn

Trading: Fruit, vegetables, honey, wax candles, sheep, weaving, cows, cheese, herbs, horses

SC4 Terrain: Greylings by @nimitwinklesims​

Brittleshore- Sub ‘Hood

Coastal Province.  Home to Redguard and Dunmer

Seasons: Spring, Spring, Summer, Autumn

Trading: Fish, salt, basket weaving, ducks, geese

SC4 Terrain: Avonlea by @nimitwinklesims​

The Vacation Districts

Mountain ‘Hood, as yet unnamed

Home to Orsimer, based on Orsinium

Seasons: Winter, Winter, Winter, Winter

Trading: Arctic animals/pelts/fur, mined goods

SC4 Terrain: Upper River by @voleste​

Far East ‘Hood, as yet unnamed

Home to Khajiit, based on Elsweyr

Seasons: Spring, Summer, Spring, Summer

Trading: Exotic herbs, spices, fruits, & vegetables, rice, ‘Persion’/’Far East’ style clothing and furnishings

SC4 Terrain: Le Saline by @voleste​

Tropical ‘Hood, as yet unnamed

Home to Argonians, based on Black Marsh

Seasons: Summer, Summer, Summer, Summer

Trading: Tropical/New World herbs, spices, fruits and vegetables

SC4 Terrain: Bairiki by @voleste​

I also may end up adding a custom Downlown, where supernatural and outcasts live, and may decide to add another sub ‘hood to use as a university district (although it won’t be a proper university ‘hood.

Am I being too ambitious? Maybe.  But I’m keen to see where this goes, although I don’t anticipate it being ready for many, many months!

[p-artsypants]

I’ll Handle This (12)

In Which Lila Learns about Skyrim

Ao3 | FF.net

Sorry for taking a bit with this chapter. It isn’t even very long. But I was in the hospital recovering from surgery. We’re coming up close to the end of the story, but there’s maybe two more chapters after this. 

(Psst this chapter has hints to the next story I’ll publish after this one...as long as my ideas don’t change lol)

--

Lila was fired. It was immediate when they found out. Everyone sat in class, the lecture normal and lulling everyone into a soft state of sedation. 

Then Lila screamed. The scream was the worst thing Marinette had ever heard. Immediately, everyone turned to look at her in horror. 

She started bawling. Huge gasping sobs of someone who’d been shot. 

“Lila?!” Miss Bustier gasped in shock and concern. “Are you okay?!” 

“I’m so sorry, Miss Bustier!” She wailed. “I just wanted to peek at my email and—and—Mr. Agreste fired me!” 

Plagg had to bite his tongue. He knew she was going to twist this somehow, but her sobbing was so beautiful to see. 

“Oh Lila, I’m so sorry. It hurts a lot to lose a job. Especially when they don’t tell you to your face. That’s no fair.” 

“He-he-he said that Marinette told him that I was making Adrien uncomfortable! She got me fired!” 

Gasps, all around. 

“What?!” Barked Marinette. “I had nothing to do with this!” Not exactly the truth...

“But that’s what Mr. Agreste said!” 

Plagg stood, placing his foot on the seat, the spurs on his cowboy boots ringing with the motion. He put his cowboy hat back on (since Mrs. Bustier had asked him to remove it for violating dress code...again.) “well now. Sounds like we got ourselves in a gosh darn pickle.” 

Nino snorted. 

“Adrien! You never said I made you uncomfortable! Marinette must have lied to your father!” 

He flicked the rim of his hat. “Now slow your roll there, Buckeroo. I know my old man, and even if Marinette was mentioned in his email, it’s likely that he just wanted to place the blame on someone else.” 

Yes, throw the old man under the bus. He still deserves it, even with whole hearted apologies. 

“But you know, I do feel awfully bad for you, Lila. Losing yer job and all. How’s about I make it up to ya? I’ll come sit by you for a while. Keep ya company and cheer you up. Cain’t have gettin’ all akumatized up in here, you reckon?” 

Not that Lila getting akumatized was even a concern anymore. But the world wouldn’t know about Hawkmoth’s surrender until Emilie’s fate was resolved. Adrien’s family deserved that much at least. 

“Oh Adrien!” Lila cried. “You really are such a wonderful friend. But I couldn’t bear to make you move on my behalf. You need to focus on your work.” 

“A cowboy needs to be exceptional at multitasking. That is, as long as Mrs. Brassiere is okay with it.” 

Miss Bustier pinched the bridge of her nose. Usually, she was a very calm and level-headed teacher, compassionate and understanding. But Adrien’s antics were stressing her out massively. “Yes, Adrien, I suppose it’s fine if you move to—what did you call me?”

“Much obliged, Madam. If’en you’ll excuse me...” 

Marinette watched with fascination as Plagg gathered up his materials and moved to the back of the class to sit next to Lila. Then she glanced in her purse, where Tikki and Adrien were hanging out. They both shrugged. 

Due to the retirement of Hawkmoth, Adrien was now allowed to spend time away from the Miraculous without consequence. Plagg assured him that once the final condition was met, no matter where he was, his soul would return to his body. 

So he spent the school day with Tikki, and the evenings with Marinette. It was a sweet deal, and it really gave Adrien the time to bond with her without school or akumas in the way. 

He had even spent the night with her the night before, curled up next to her on her pillow, and purring every time Marinette’s hand glanced his fur. 

Nino leaned back in his seat. “Do you know what he’s up to this time?” 

“No idea...but I am eager to see where this goes.” 

Nino shook his head with a shrug. Two nights ago, when Plagg was arrested, Nino gathered all the money in his savings and went down to the jail to bail him out. 

Only to find out he was already let go. 

So he went back home, and called Adrien’s phone relentlessly, hoping for an answer. 

Finally, in the wee hours of the morning, Chat Noir returned and explained that he was going home now, thanks for having him, he had to watch the mansion because his sort of repentant father was going to Tibet to resurrect his dead wife. 

Nino gave up on logic and understanding, and just made sure Plagg had everything he had brought. 

Now he would wait until the whole situation blew over, and hopefully Adrien himself, in his own body, would explain it all to him. Plagg seemed to oversimplify everything to the point it became vague. 

Marinette, on the other hand, was very curious to see where this was all going. After all, Adrien’s previous tactic of being nice to Lila hadn’t worked. So what was Plagg hoping to gain from the same approach?

Wrassle her with his randomly appointed cowboy charm? 

In science, two classes later, Plagg had elected to sit next to Lila still, despite her protests. 

Marinette was close enough now to hear what Plagg’s master plan was. 

“So there’s like several types of Mer, right? But not like mermaids. This has nothing to do with mermaids. These are mostly elves, but not all. So there’s Dunmer, right? Those are dark elves. And Bosmer, wood elves, and Altmer, high elves. The Falmer are snow elves, but they’re all twisted and savage, because of the Dwemer, which are dwarves!” 

Marinette snorted a bit too loudly, drawing attention from the teacher. 

“Miss Dupain-Cheng, is something funny?” 

“No ma’am, I had a tickle in my sinuses.” 

“Ah, I see. Anyways, as I was saying...” 

Lila always sat in the back of the class, despite her many alleged disabilities. This was probably to get away with the fact that she rarely paid attention during class. 

It was the ideal place for Plagg to harass her and not get caught. 

Poetry in motion. 

“So you get to pick what race you want to be, but you’re always the Dragonborn. Despite the description, you don’t look any different. So a Dragonborn is someone that can devour the souls of dragons so they don’t get resurrected by Alduin. Let me back up, Alduin is an evil dragon that used to rule the world, and he’s resurrecting dragons so he can take over. There’s another dragon though, named Paarthanax, and he’s a good guy. He helps out the Tongues on the Throat of the World. Or the greybeards. Some call them Tongues, but in the game they’re called Graybeards. And the tongues are the monks that teach you to shout. And different shouts teach you different things, right? The dragonborn and the tongues are the only ones that are supposed to know how to shout, but there’s this other dude named Ulfric Stormcloak, and he knows Unrelenting Force, that’s the Fus Ro Da shout I was talking about earlier? He used it to kill high king Torygg to start a war. Oh yeah, so there’s nine holds with Jarls, right—“ 

The day ended, and Lila stood quickly. “Well Adrien, thank you so much for keeping me company today. I’m feeling a lot better. You can move back up to your old spot tomorrow.” 

“Well, you shore are welcome, Pardner. But sittin here in the back has been mighty nice. I think I’ll stay! You don’t mind, do ya? It’s awfully fun to have you as company!” 

Lila’s eye twitched, but she was aware that most of the class was watching them. “Yeah. That’d be...great.” 

“Darn tootin’! Well, you look like you’re in a rush, don’t want to hold you up!” 

“See you tomorrow!” She chirped, before hurrying from the room. As she passed Marinette, a dark look came over her face. The look of someone seething with rage and hatred, but trying to hide it. 

Marinette would have been scared, if Lila hadn’t been dealing with Plagg instead. 

Marinette went home, Tikki and Adrien talking to her from her collar. 

“I don’t know. Plagg was successful with the first two tasks, but I don’t know how he’s going to turn Lila over to the good side.” Marinette mused. 

“I don’t know if he has to. The condition is to just get her to leave me alone. He said he was doing some Pavlovian Jedi mind trick on her.” 

“Well, I sure hope it works. Speaking of, where is Plagg?” 

Adrien’s ears flicked. “He left pretty suddenly after class. I didn’t see him go. Hopefully, he went back to the mansion.” 

“Do you want me to call him?” 

“No, I trust him. He’s got things under control.” 

“Glad to hear it! Ready for snack time?” 

“Oh heck yes!” 

—

Lila had to actively stop herself from stomping all the way home. Frustration rolled off of her in waves, and she mildly wondered why she hadn’t been akumatized yet. 

Adrien Agreste was the most annoying person she had ever met. And oblivious too! He never picked up on any of her subtle hints to get him to shut up! She really didn’t want to be rude, because his friendship looked great on her, but wow. No wonder he didn’t have any friends. No wonder Gabriel was so protective of him. If he wasn’t cute...his personality was like a wet sock. 

And he was weird. Weird mannerisms, weird speech pattern, just weird. Hopefully she could either get used to it, or Adrien would get a clue to stop being so obnoxious. 

Finally, she reached her apartment. 

“Home mom!” She called. 

There was laughter in the kitchen. Her mother had a guest. While not uncommon, there was just a hint of dread that hung in the air. 

Lila walked to the kitchen, only to see Adrien sitting at the table, talking to her mother! How?! How did he beat her here?! How did he know where she lived?! What the hell was he doing?!

“Adrien?” Lila gawked. 

He rubbed his head awkwardly. “Sorry for popping in uninvited. I just...I was worried about you! You’ve been akumatized twice, and I didn’t want it to happen again since you were fired.” 

Lila’s face paled as her mother gave her a stern look. 

“I think you’ve got some explaining to do, Missy. I didn’t know you were modeling. And you never told me about being akumatized!” 

Adrien gasped. “Oh no! She didn’t tell you? I’m so sorry! I didn’t know that was a secret! I won’t say anymore!” 

“Any more?” Mrs. Rossi asked. “There’s more?” 

“Adrien.” Lila bit, in warning. 

“Well...I mean, you knew she was meeting with my father right? Something about being his muse?” 

Mrs. Rossi looked horrified. “What! You were talking to a grown adult man?! Were these visits supervised?!” 

Lila opened her mouth to answer, but Plagg beat her to it. “I don’t think so. Father is a very private person.” 

“Lila Giselle Rossi! You are sooo grounded! No offense to your father, Adrien, but meeting up with an adult man, unsupervised? And to what, be his muse? What does that even mean? It sounds gross!” 

“I swear nothing happened! He just wanted my opinion-”

“On what? What reason would he have to ask a 14 year old’s opinion?”

Plagg winced and looked at Lila. “I’m so sorry, Lila. I came here to help, but...” 

Lila shook with rage. Her mother was a complete pushover and believed everything she said. Now Adrien had sewn the seeds of distrust in her and she wouldn’t get away with any white lies ever again. 

“You’re dead,” She mouthed at Plagg. 

“Adrien, thank you for coming here and telling me all of this. I’m very grateful. But I think it’s best if you head home now. Lila has some chores to do.” 

“I understand, Madam Rossi. Again, I’m really sorry...I just wanted to help.” 

“Oh don’t worry, you did. This is for Lila’s own good.” 

He sheepishly looked to her. “See you tomorrow?” 

Her eye twitched. “Yeah.” 

And Plagg swiftly walked from the apartment, concealing his evil laughter until he got to the door. 

—

The next day at school, Marinette, along with Tikki and Adrien in her bag, arrived at school just a few minutes before the bell rang. 

Plagg was sitting at the front of the room, wearing a Pikachu onesie, and looking absolutely devastated. Nino sat next to him and had a hand over his face, doing his best to conceal whatever emotion he had. 

Everyone else in the room was avoiding them like they had the plague. 

Alya spotted her and came quickly, looping an arm through hers and escorting them out into the hall. “Girl, big news. I know you love Adrien, so this is going to be a blow. But here’s the thing...Lila told us this morning that Adrien came to her house yesterday and told her mom about her modeling job. Apparently, her mom didn’t want her working, and got upset that Lila lied. Adrien’s been insisting that it wasn’t on purpose, but everyone is kind of pissed at him anyway.” 

Marinette said nothing, but bit her lip. She knew that this absolutely was on purpose. 

“I’ll leave your actions up to you, but people are pretty mad at Adrien. Just letting you know.” 

“Who’s side are you taking?” 

Alya scoffed. “None. I’m staying out of this. Both people are in the right. Obviously Sunshine just wanted to prevent her from being akumatized. He was with her all day yesterday. It’s admirable, really.” 

“It is.” Marinette said with a smile. Though she was smiling for a completely different reason. There were no akumatizations anymore. Everyone was safe now. 

“We better get back in there, class will start soon.” 

So they returned. Miss Bustier was in, and ready to begin the lesson. 

Then Plagg raised his hand. 

“Yes Adrien?” 

“Before we start class, I want to say something.” 

“Go ahead, Adrien. The floor is yours.” 

He stood, and looked to Lila in the back of the room. “Lila, I know I apologized yesterday, but I’m really really sorry about outing you to your mom. I had no idea she didn’t know about your rendezvous with my father. I was just really scared that you were going to become akumatized, and I didn’t want that to happen. My friends are all important to me, and losing you would be like ripping out a piece of my heart. Could you ever forgive me?” 

Marinette glanced Nino’s face, which twitched to hide a smile. Then she looked at Lila, who looked calm, but her hands were balled into fists. 

After many breathless minutes, Lila smiled slightly. “I understand, Adrien. Of course you’re still my friend. I treasure you too! I’m sorry I got so mad.” 

“Hugs?” Plagg raised his arms. 

Lila could pretend to be happy and calm, but the paling of her skin could not be hidden. “Hugs!” 

Plagg brought her in for a squeeze, and the class ‘aww’ed at their make up. 

Except Nino, who let out the tiniest snort. 

Marinette flicked open her purse to look at Adrien. He mimed a gagging gesture back. 

And then Plagg took those last couple steps and joined Lila on her bench. No one tried to stop him. No one spoke up and said, “hey, maybe you should give her some space anyway.” 

They just all let poor, socially awkward Adrien push boundaries and take his seat. Because he had apologized so earnestly for trying to help. And she had forgiven him. So everything was fine now. 

Right?

As the lesson started, Marinette paid attention to the teacher. But occasionally, she’d hear the faintest whispers of Adrien’s voice (Plagg’s voice now). 

“...so it’s commonly believed that the Nord’s came from Atmora with Ysgramor, but they believe that they settled Skyrim, so they’re kind of racist to everyone else. But also, the Empire came in out of nowhere and tried to upheave their way of life, and even told them which Gods they were allowed to worship. High King Torygg was playing cordial with the Aldmeri Dominion, and some of the other Jarl’s didn’t like that. So Ulfric Stormcloak, the Jarl of Whiterun shouted him to death. Just like the Dragonborn can. Though it’s never explained why he knows how to do this. So this started a whole civil war…” 

Marinette chanced a glance behind her, and noticed that Lila had her head in her hands, and she looked absolutely miserable.

[paper--moons]

CG!Teldryn Sero Headcanons

Being a mercenary by trade, Teldryn doesn't exactly do anything for free—it's just in his nature after leading the life he has led. That being said however, when he makes a commitment to something or someone you can guarantee that he's truly devoted to that commitment. If something is worth doing for free, then he treats the task with the utmost respect he believes it deserves. This is, of course, reflected directly in his caring style; Teldryn takes being a cg very seriously. He knows the amount of vulnerability and trust that go into regression and sharing that experience with someone.

Moreover, he also isn't a stranger to regression or caring for a little one for that matter—he's at least 200 years old, so he's been around the block so to speak. And regression is actually (surprisingly) common amongst the Mer since they're so long-lived, though some are more open about it than others. Generally speaking, Altmer tend to be more private about it whereas Bosmer could give a flip. And Dunmer fall somewhere in between, depending on things like whether or not they're a member of one of the great houses or even based on the region they grew up in (Vvardenfell being much more relaxed about it than the mainland of Morrowind).

Isn't the softest person out there, worn and hardened by living as a blade for hire, but he tries so hard for them and to be the cg they deserve. Teldryn sells himself short in this aspect, because his gentle side is one he often has to neglect. But with them that hardened exterior melts away. He doesn't mind holding their hand when they want to go on walks, or how it seems they want to hug him every hour on the hour whenever they're small. The closeness is nice, and he even starts offering things like piggyback rides.

Teldryn really appreciates the peace that comes along with taking care of them. The problems he has to solve are suddenly much simpler than those he typically finds himself encountering in his own life. There's something truly special about being able to ease their crying over a ripped toy that he can easily sew back up for them. Having his little one curl up next to him as they watch each stitch brings him such a sense of calm that it's astonishing. But perhaps even better than that is the warm affection to fill his chest afterwards as they smile and hug him, all signs of their tears gone.

Similarly, he often finds himself stepping outside of his comfort zone for them in order to see that smile of theirs. Handling some bandits? No issues there, he's got it covered. Making dinner? A true challenge, he has absolutely no idea what he's doing in the kitchen, but his little one must eat and they've demanded a very specific soup that he's never even heard of. Teldryn knows not to take it personally if they claim the meal is inedible, and instead runs to fetch them both a meal from the local inn.

While his cooking is subpar at best, his cg skills do shine through elsewhere—he's a master storyteller. He always seems to have a comment for everything, how it reminds him of something else, and it's clear that there's more under the surface. It doesn't take too much prompting from his little one before he's expanding on whatever it is he's said that caught their interest. Most of the time these anecdotes are topical—he mentions that the farm they passed wouldn't grow anything without ash in the soil? Suddenly they are asking why there needs to be ash, and he goes on to explain about how the ash comes from the Red Mountain, and from there is explaining its history and answering whatever questions his little one may have.

Though the best stories he tells them are his bedtime stories in their opinion. These are markedly different from the anecdotes he tells them throughout the day, because a majority of them are ones he remembers hearing growing up in Blacklight. It's a way for him to share a part of himself and show them the same vulnerability and trust that they have given him. Most notably (and the one they request for him to tell most often) being the story Brave Little Scrib. It's a classic bedtime story back in Morrowind, and one he remembers from his own childhood. So he can really get into it since he knows it verbatim, doing voices and everything just for them (their favorite being the voice he does for Torchbug).

[kagrenacs]

Explaining the Iceberg #6

*Some things aren’t covered, namely things i’ve already discussed or content that I don’t feel is appropriate. And not everything is covered in depth

Tatterdemalion Moon Colonies: A since deleted forum post from MK, discussing the moon colonies of Reman that would later appear in c0da

Tamriel is the Far Shores: Orgnum is the immortal King of the Maormer, also said to be the Serpent God of the Sakatal’ indicating some connection to the Yokudan God of everything, Sakatal. Orgnum’s goal is to conquer Tamriel, this theory states that he may have mantled the Yokudan God and is confusing Tamriel for the Far Shores.

Water is Memory: One of the more difficult concepts to really pin down in these kind of theories, so bear with me. This topic has been brought up a few times in older lore discussions, and once again in ESO quite recently. First there should be clarification that I mean water both metaphorically and literally, just like the towers, there is no distinction between real and fake because this is a video game world. Second thing to note: There’s a lot of conflicting theories and ideas on this, i’m only providing the way I can conceptualize this all. If I provided every theory i’d surely hit some sort of character limit. Do you remember the metaphor about every soul in existence being a singular drop in an ocean? This is looking at the ocean itself, it’s the collective consciousness and memories of everyone out there, past, present and future. But this isn’t a synonym for souls and energy, this is a whole separate process. Sometimes souls are shown to be able to live without their memories (the soul carin), sometimes reflections of people's memories get stuck to places like ghosts (memory stones) When someone dies, their soul/energy and their memories may stick together and go to an Aedra or Daedra, or they might get split apart (like a Vestige) and end up in the Dreamsleeve to get recycled and in the Drowned Lamp which is a name for where all knowledge lost to history goes. This concept can be seen with the Daedra too, when discussing the ‘waters of oblivion’ when they get banished their essence heads back to this beginning place to spring back up. Water is memory also gets brought up quite often talking about Sotha Sil, who Vivec says is the selfishness of the sea, and whose ‘daughter’ is Mnemoli/Memory.

Crassius Curio, Time traveller: Another variant on the Crassius Curio plagiarism theory, accounting for why the lusty argonian maid is in ESO.

The Republic of Hahd: Mentioned in the Pocket Guide to the Empire, a group of people who claimed they lived off the coast of summerset, in an underwater civilization called Hahd. The only point in history that they became relevant was when they received tariffs for the transport of ‘mnemolite’ from the people of Hahd to the people of Nahd, and nearly sparked war between the Empire and the Altmer as they tried to figure out what was going on. Hahd and Nahd were both made up, thought to be by a group of psjjic students, as the island of Artaeum disappeared in that same year again.

Leaper Demons: Another name for Mehrunes Dagon, before he was cursed to become Dagon. Named this because of his ability to jump from Kalpa to Kalpa

Zero Stone: This is related to the towers, it’s the ‘heart’ of the tower, the piece that keeps it stable and functioning, essentially like a cornerstone. For the Red Tower and Walk-Brass this was a literal heart (the Heart of Lorkhan), but sometimes it’s other things like a fruit, or a person.

Tiber Septim Awoke Dagoth Ur: In the same short time as the Tiber Wars, where Tiber Septim was attempting to conquer all of Tamriel, Dagoth Ur awoken in Morrowind, which eventually forced ALMSIVI’s hand in signing the Armistice that would make Morrowind a part of the empire, hand over the Numidium, but allow Morrowind to largely keep it’s sovereignty. This theory suggests that Tiber Septim purposefully awoke Dagoth Ur as a long-term strategy, rather than trying to defeat ALMSIVI in wars. If not done purposefully, Dagoth ur may have been awakened by the presence of Tiber Septim (whose thu’um seemed to have came from Wulfharth, a survivor of the battle of Red Mountain and associate of Dagoth Ur)

Akatosh’s Shadow: MK mentioned Peryite as Akatosh’s shadow. Akatosh/Auriel largely introduced stability into the chaos of the Dawn Era as the God of time. Peryite has a similar function, that being natural order, where he micromanages Oblivion and Nirn. There’s more to this theory that i haven’t included due to sake of brevity  https://www.reddit.com/r/teslore/comments/4zct3i/the_shadow_of_aka_peryite/

The people of Et’Ada: Mentioned in the books The Light and Dark and Sithis, the people of et’ada are the descendants of the clash between Anu and Padomay, the original spirits that would give up their forms to become mortal

The Dwemer became their creations: A thought that instead of the commonly accepted Numidium Skin Theory, the Dwemer souls are the ones powering their automatons. 

Lefthanded Maomer: An in-universe theory that the Lefthanded elves and the Maomer are related. Evidence for this may exist in Orgunm being ‘Sakatal’

Skyrim getting Colder: A theory that says Skyrim is entering the ice age because of the recent snowfalls and the presence of Sabertooth cats and mammoths.

Anti-Magik Zones: Probably taken from D&D, areas where magic doesn’t work for some reason or other.

The Greedy Man: Another name for Lorkhan due to him ‘stealing’ the divinity of his fellow Et’Ada

Vvardenfell Lesbian Anomaly: The prescence of a large amount of wlw npcs in ESO and the presence of Tel Mora, an island full of women and Mistress Dratha who says she hates men. While the ESO one i’d argue that there’s a fairly equal spread of same sex couples, and Tel Mora is certainly the original developers adding in something ‘strange’ by having an entirely female island, various Lgbt fans of the games have made their own theories on this. @boethiah has proposed that Tel Mora was established as a safe place for lesbians, and Telmoran is the in-universe equivalent to ‘lesbian’ 

Prism Textract: A reference to a book from the mod Legacy of the Dragonborn

Ruptga: The chief god of the Yokudan Pantheon, people debate on whether he’s equivalent to Akatosh or Magnus, if he’s even equivalent to any god. He was the first god to figure out the Walkabout, and taught the other gods how to survive Sakatal (God of everything) shedding its skin.

The Elder Council world control:  References a theory that the Elder Council is an incredibly powerful political entity that controls the entire world. (looking at how things were handled in Oblivion, doubtful.)

Tiber Septim Shapeshifting dragon: Ingame theories that Tiber Septim was a shapeshifting dragon based on the empire’s affiliation with them. (source seems to originate from GT Noonan, pre-Oblivion and Skyrim) Could be an early idea for Dragonborns, or perhaps just a wild conspiracy theory.

Insane Time-God: Another MK text, et’Ada Eight Aedra, Eat the Dreamer. States Aka has gone insane due to how many names he has

The Staff of Unity and Chaos: The object you need to assemble in tes Arena. Is able to open gateways to other realms, near instantly kill people. In some of the early drafts of the main quest of ESO, a similar relic was proposed called the Staff of Towers, and would have been similar to the main quest of Arena.

Dracocrysalis: Mentioned in the Nu-Mantia, it’s largely unknown what this means apart from ‘it keeps elder magic bound so it can’t change into something lesser’ based off wording it probably means something akin to changing into a dragon.

Telescopic Aurbis: Refers to a quote from MK A single Wheel? More like a Telescope that stretches all the way back to the Eye of the Anui-El, with Padomaics innumerable along its infinite walls. Essentially this refers to the cycle of Kalpas, all wheels lined up with one another would make a telescope-like shape. The focal point of the telescope would be Mundus, ascending upwards you hit oblivion, then Aetherius surrounding that, and then lesser, more chaotic realms beyond that. This is also mentioned in the Murkmire book ‘Lost tales of the Famed Explorer.’

Gaenor is Sai: Gaenor is said to be one of the hardest bosses of Morrowind, in the Tribunal expansion you can give him gold and allow him to become an incredibly strong warrior. He has incredibly high luck (770 points) making him difficult to hit. This theory states that he is either Sai, the god of luck himself, or a champion of his.

Haskill is the Actual Mad God: This might be a couple different theories. 1st: The events of the Shivering Isles is a trick played on the player character by Haskill/Sheogorath, and the Sheo you see and interact with is just a projection. 2nd: From a loremaster interview from ESO, Haskill states he’s the ‘vestige’ of Sheogorath, the mortal remnants of the person who mantled the mad god in the last greymarch.

Moraelyn=Nerevar: Moraelyn of the King Edward books was likely an early draft for Nerevar. Both have association with roses, both are from House Mora and are considered a champion of the Dunmer. He probably participated in the War with the Nords, being described in the 36 Lessons.

Tsaesci Vampire Language eaters: From MK’s And we ate it to become it and another interview. https://www.imperial-library.info/content/fireside-chats Tsaesci feed on language, he doesn’t state if this is metaphorical, or literal (if that even matters in these games)

Scarab’s transformation: Refers to Scarab that Transforms into the New Man, or Amaranth. The Scarab is a metaphor for godhood. (Scarabs are symbols of divinity in Ancient Egypt) and the New Man is a person achieving Amaranth and creating a new dream/universe.

Trinimalarky: A fun name for Malarky. 

King Dead Wolf-Deer: A Bosmer transformed by the Wild Hunt. Lived from the first era until the beginning of the third.

Multiple Underkings: Another statement by MK, general consensus seems to be this refers to the existence of the Underking as two people, Wulfharth a nordic general from the 1st era who held the title. Zurin Arctus, who may have taken up the title after the 2nd Era, when Tiber Septim turned him into an undead being. Or both of them sharing the same body known as the ‘Underking’

Thot-Box: https://www.c0da.es/thotbox/7b10359a40bba7d2e654bc10226f694a68009f15 the worlds worst choose your own adventure. From what I understand of KIMMUNE, a thot-box is some sort of AI

Baar Dau is Shit: Pretty well known at this point. One myth states that Malacath got into a disagreement with Vivec and pooped on Vivec City..

Nu-Hatta: In reference to the person, they’re an ancestor cult member. Otherwise this is used to refer to the Nu-Hatta Intercept written by MK. The text in question seems to be a list of the various ways mortals have achieved divinity. 

Talos brought back dragons: Not sure about this one, there’s too many results to filter through to find what this is specifically about

Lyg’s Numidium: The thought here is that if Lyg is the parallel to Tamriel, then it should also have a Numidium that reinforces time and makes events a reality.

Dawn Era Ideological warfare: From UESP, Quote: The Dawn Era was a period during which time followed an incomprehensible nonlinear path and the very laws of nature remained unset, making a timeline an artificial fabrication. A conflict was simultaneously a mere ideological difference of opinion and a manifest war. What this means in simple terms, all possible outcomes in the Dawn era were simultaneous. This might also refer to the Ehlnofey wars where the wandering ehlnofey (ancestor of men) and the old ehlnofey (ancestor of mer) differed in opinion about the existence of Mundus and went to war.

Vivec destroyed Yokuda: A reference to the 17th lesson of Vivec, where Vivec states For a year they studied under their sword saints and then for another Vivec taught them the virtue of the little reward. Vivec chose a king for a wife and made another race of monsters which ended up destroying the west completely. In a literal sense (not that this means much in context of the lessons), this seems to indicate that Vivec created the sword saints, who ultimately ended up sinking Yokuda with the Pankratosword technique. Vivec also said malewife rights.

Ayrenn KIMMUNE: Another MK text. This one states Queen Ayrenn is actually a 9th era cyborg from the future. This was written after MK read an early draft for the Dominion quests and wanted to make it cooler. The writers of ESO have stated they don’t consider this canon.

Tiger Guars: A bit of old morrowind lore, Imperials would mistakenly call Guars, ‘tigers’

Hermaeus Mora is a failed Elder Scroll: Two theories here: 1st: The Black Books are Mora’s failed attempts to create Elder Scrolls (The first pages reference concepts such as the Dreamer and CHIM, Elder scrolls are fragments of creation) 2nd: Hermaeus Mora himself is a failed Elder Scroll. The Census of Daedric Princes describes him as ‘born of thrown-away ideas used during the creation of Mundus’

SITHISIT: the Ehlnofex word for Sithis

Khajiit Tattoo theft: Rajhin the thief god was said to steal a tattoo off Empress Kintyra’s neck as she slept. 

Mythopoeia: irl, it’s essentially a term for ‘world-building’ In the context of the elder scrolls, it means the ability to affect reality using belief or the will to change (similar to CHIM) In morrowind Yagrum uses it to describe the enchantments Kagrenac placed upon the tools. 

Dragons Biological Time-Machines: In the early drafts for dragons, MK described them as Biological Time-Machines. While this isn’t entirely reflective of what they are now, some truth holds. Being shards of Aka, dragons inherently have some ability to alter time itself.

Argonian Tits: I can’t keep doing this.

The Elven Lie: From what I gather, it seems to relate to the idea that the gods are infallible, when in fact they have weaknesses and flaws.

[bigmeatymudcrabchitins]

A not-so-brief overview of my Skyrim Dova OCs bc i need to scream to the digital void about my ideas

Freyora Lind, more commonly known by her strange alias “Bjorne Icepick”

A Nord-eventually-turned-werewolf who orphaned during the Great War and taken in by a Dunmeri mercenary whose residence was in Windhelm’s Gray Quarter. Grew up in a cramped boarding house setting among desperate mercenaries of varying backgrounds. Many of them would all come and go, but there was always some sort of a familial bond between them all.

From a young age she got in a lot of fights against people who insulted her for living in the Gray Quarter among the dark elves. Eventually she took a fight too far and was jailed for murder around 14, but was broken out shortly after by a band of masked vampires. Turns out some of her mercenary comrades unwittingly caught vampirism during a contract to clear out a vampire den and had to skip town, but not before ensuring one of their own wasn’t left to rot.

Lived in Cyrodil for about 15 years, but returned to Skyrim pursuing rumors surrounding a cure to vampirism, as her adoptive father would be nearing the end of his elven lifespan and had wished to die a normal death.

Seeing as she was literally a fugitive, and her long-belated parents were somewhat renowned for their battlefield prowess, she took on a false identity. AND an act to match it.

She’ll eat raw meat, chase prey with swords instead of using a bow like a normal person, harp about irrational conspiracy theories, and more. Everyone’s foul reactions to her outlandish act are plainly hilarious to her and only encourage her to act even stranger.

The alias “Bjorne Icepick” was simply the most ridiculous name she could think of.

Not the most morally outstanding. Besides drunken brawling, she’ll steal from anyone who angers her, even if it’s things she literally won’t ever need such as all the goblets in a household. It’s the pettiness that counts. “Try drinking your damn high-end wine now, jackass.”

Calls Dwarven Automatons “Gundams.” Including she herself, no one knows what that means.

Joins the Companions out of homesickness and a desire to fill in a gap that leaving home left.

Hasn’t bothered curing herself of lycanthropy because her whole schtick is being incredibly resourceful, and that includes using any means of power necessary. Still doesn’t fancy Hircine’s Hunting Grounds as her desired afterlife, though.

As her journey goes on, however, her lightheartedly eccentric face starts to fall off as a number of events push her to begin to question the legitimacy of her actions up until that point.

Some of which include the eventual death of her adoptive father (and how she was indirectly responsible for it even if it was what he wanted), Delphine’s ultimatum, the civil war as a collective, learning the tragic history behind the Falmer and the original Companions’ role in it, and killing of Vyrthur (no matter how much he genuinely deserved it).

She grows disgusted by herself down to the core. She takes to skooma to cope, and starts to be plagued by serious skooma-induced side effects. She ends up shutting herself away from all her responsibilities and distancing herself from her friends.

Does she get better? Maybe. I haven’t thought up anything past this point lol

Moureneris Alta

A very, VERY ancient vampiric snow elf, (though it’s notable she was born a considerable amount of time after the razing of Sarthaal)

Survived many atrocities. Stayed in isolation with a band of vampires for countless years out of sheer disgust for the nature of the sapient races. (I’ll explain her full story some other time. It’s pretty complicated)

She was abducted from her isolated lifestyle by a certain person i’ll talk about later. She managed to free herself south of Skyrim, and uh, walks right into that Imperial ambush. The rest is history.

Super ignorant to modern society as a result of centuries of isolation. Exploited for comedic relief. (“What in the name of Oblivion is a Cyrodilic Empire? Are you messing with me? And please, how does levitation magic simply get outlawed by this hypothetical Empire? What are you to do when you fall down a crevice? Just... let yourself perish? How degrading.)

She reintegrated herself into society with vengeance in mind under the belief that all humans are savage bloodlusting murderers who had to answer for their treachery. (And she was royally angry there was no Dwemer left to spite, but partially satisfied at the same time). But she grows conflicted after being shown genuine kindness, even as early as being freed from her binds in Helgen.

Subsequently has a very muddled redemption arc. Queue Dragonborn hero stuff

She has impaired vision, but she cultivated detect life magic to aid her in daily life and combat (think Hyakkimaru from Dororo ‘19 and his soul detection or Toph Beifong from ATLA and her seismic sense). At her peak, she can detect life from about a kilometer away.

She can just barely read, but only if she holds the text incredibly close to her face, not to mention her Cyrodilic lessons were left unfinished after her abduction, making reading a very taxing process. Weary travelers are often spooked at the sight of a floating, ghastly looking elven woman with her nose pressed up against crossroad signs, and it has become somewhat of an urban legend.

Isn’t as nearly as skilled with detecting the dead and tenses up in burial crypts or around other vampires for that reason. Unfortunately, being the Dragonborn and all, she finds herself in a lot of crypts...

When questioned about her background due to her unique appearance: “Oh, yeah. My mother was one of those mer from the east. You know the ones. Dark elves, I think? And my father was one of those er, tall elv- no, sorry, HIGH elves. Yeah. They both died in a big fire or something though. It was horrible. I can’t get the noxious smell or the deafening screams out of my head. Good talk, but never ask me about that again.”

Queue sheltered old immortal antics: “Wow, you’re THAT old? Enlighten me on how it felt witnessing the fall of the Dwemer. Or perhaps the rise of Tiber Septim’s Empire. The Gates of Ob-“ “Oblivion if I know. I lived in someone’s basement for thousands of years. And I still don’t know what everyone means by Empire. You all are messing with me, aren’t you? That really annoys me.”

She ultimately returns to faith in Auri-El and makes it her life’s purpose to help the Betrayed find peace, as well as to seek out any remaining snow elf groups. Probably good friends with Gelebor or something.

Had a crush on Serana. We all know how THAT went. Damned temples.

Was originally gonna spiral into a much darker corruption arc (another ATLA comparison being Jet or Hama) but I just felt bad for her. Moureneris can have a little found peace. As a treat.

That’s her preliminary design made. I’ll need a mod to properly play her, because that right there was made by choosing Dunmer as her race. But I can’t do that. I’m on console, and while I got the Steam port a month ago, my PC’s stone age specs can’t handle Skyrim yet and I’ll need to wait until I can afford a better graphics card (thanks economic inflation)

Alexandre Armasi, jokingly nicknamed Alexandre the Curious

A complete and unapologetic export of my character from a dead and unfinished DND campaign. Except there are no Aasimar in Skyrim, so he’s half Altmer half Bosmer. And his initial last name was Armas but I thought Armasi suited his Skyrim counterpart more, as subtle a change it is.

He’s mainly Bosmer in appearance and constitution, save for his hair and eyes, which are more similar to that of his Altmeri father’s.

I can’t really export his original backstory though because the campaign wouldn’t translate well into TES lore at all.

He’s a writer who came wandering into Skyrim in search of inspiration. While he mainly writes dramatic fables, he wanted to divert his focus to crafting his own bestiary and herbal compendium surrounding Skyrim’s fauna and flora. The ones at home are simply too vague to him!

He’s very altruistic, wishing to spread cheer wherever he goes, through the art of song (even though he was a cleric in DND and not a bard. My bad.) However, many of his verses are just blatant self promotions of his published fables.

But he’s too naive for his own good. Dangerously so. In fact, he says what’s on his mind with little forethought, with little grasp on the consequences of his actions, which lands him in lots of trouble. “I don’t favor him myself, but you guys kill people over Talos worship? That’s not very cool. A bit scary, if you ask me.” or “A Stormcloak rebel? Didn’t your leader kill a bunch of Reachmen rebels years back, or so I’ve heard. By the divines that’s not a man I’d make a symbol of nonconformity.”

He’s also insatiably curious. The type to ACTUALLY shove alchemic ingredients in his mouth with no knowledge of their properties, experiment with dangerous rune spells, throw rocks at pressure plates, and more. Needless to say he’s very accident prone.

Doesn’t know common curse words. People exploit this for laughs. Think that episode of Spongebob.

Everyone is a little baffled that HE of all people is the prophesied Dragonborn of legend. This agonizingly imbecilic writer who has absentmindedly wandered into burial crypts, troll dens, bandit forts, and more, too busy juggling his manuscripts to pay attention to his surroundings.

His past doesn’t exactly reflect his outlook on life. His mother and father fought in the Great War aligned with the Imperials despite their elven background. Both managed to live to see the war’s conclusion, but his father vanished without a trace shortly after, and it seems his mother knows something she won’t tell him.

With plenty of exposure to bad influences, his innocence is slowly lost throughout the course of his journey, and his altruism begins to grow twisted. But nevertheless, he maintains his jovial, social persona, except this time with much darker undertones. Kinda like a creepy dentist or something.

Whoops. He winds up becoming a feared Dark Brotherhood assassin. (Haha get it “Innocence Lost”???) He somehow deluded himself into thinking that the life of an assassin was the right thing to do. But he’s a funky little guy so he gets a pass for his heinous crimes against society

[mocoat]

Ok, first actual post so if anything’s wrong or weird just tell me.

So this is my oc, Ellina Gold-Claw in a thing I’m writing. I’ve been writing random stuff in a google doc to try and keep to her character and I thought it be interesting to post.

Tiny Bosmer, itty bitty baby that will rip your tongue out and feed it to you if you ask if she knows any recipes for people.

She’s not that short tho, about 5 3’. Tall for a Bosmer. Gets it from her literal 7 foot tall Atmoran descent father.

Has bright blue eyes that turn gold when using the Thu’um.

Mums a Bosmer and dads a Nord. Both live in the Imperial city, mom is the head of the Penitus Oculatus and dad is the Archmage of the Arcane University. Writes them letters and maybe she’ll visit on Odah. Dads a softy, moms the badass.

Her dad, Eris Gold-Claw II, is 7 foot 1’ and hella intimidating. Towers over the tallest Altmer (6ft 5’- 6 ft 8 is my kinda canon for them.) and is best friends with Mead. He is a Master in Conjuration, Illusion, and Alteration. Gave Ellina her blue eyes (Martin Septims blue eyes) and her curly hair. His hair is curly, half braided back in a Nord ish style and dirty blond. Doesn’t carry a weapon but when fighting will conjure a daedric sword. Wears his dark blue Archmage robes with the little gold thing at his neck

Her mother, Lilith Gold-Claw, is 5 feet of pure muscle. Is fucken ripped from carrying a ebony bow a head taller than her. Wears ebony chainmail that has a plethora of enchantments to make it lighter and stronger. Literally makes arrows turn the other way when coming at her. Has bright red hair that is kept at shoulder level and is usually tied up. She is a woman of few words and is eternally patient, until she isn’t. If you cross this Bosmer you’re getting your throat ripped out. She quite literally makes people tremble with a look, the rest of the Penitus Oculatus have learned to fear her and also love her. Is very fair but loyal, will beat anyone who calls her husband a dumb Nord who only got his job because of his family name.

The Gold-Claws date back to the Nerevarine. Eresin Gold-Claw. He had a wife and 16 year old daughter, Willow Gold-Claw, the Hero of Kvatch. He was arrested for a bar fight and thrown in prison. Just like Willow would 7 years later. Ever since then the Gold-Claws have been close with the Empire and when Martin Septim died and left Willow alone and pregnant they became even closer. They helped the Meads rise to power and told them their secret. Titus knows who they are and always keeps it in mind that if they wanted to they could have his place as Emperor.

Their family’s are close as a result. Ellina basically grew up in the Imperial Palace, having every guard, maid, cook, prince wrapped around her little finger.

Has wild gold hair, big poofy curls that reach her mid back when dry and go past her butt when wet. Will only put it up when she’s relaxed enough around you. (Kinda backwards but I don’t care.)

Wears a green cloak flecked with gold, reaches the floor when she wears it. Wears Neloths robes, no armor plates. Later on she trades her green cloak for a red and gold one, matching Neloths colors when she goes to the Imperial city for a party

Likes dresses but only when she can. They’re a bit impractical for her line of work. Usually wears her cloak over dragonscale armor. Pretty badass

That’s when she’s traveling, when she’s just sitting around Lakeview she’s just in a shirt and leather pants or a plain dress.

Fucken loves Neloth’s robe that he lent her, and will never take them off now. They’re soft and have P O C K E T S. Yaaas

Once she spends some time around Neloth she starts to fall for him. She liked him from the start, she likes his no shit attitude and his unforgiving bluntness. After she sees him in the midst of a horrible nightmare about his mother using a cruel spell on him and after he wakes he curls up in her arms to cry. She's touched by him letting her comfort her. When he called her dear she just fucken melts. Sure he may be half asleep that first time but who cares.

When he kisses her for the firsts time she’s completely smitten and doesn’t bother trying to deny it to herself.

Also has piercings on her ears, two on the tip of her right ear and just the regulars ones on the other.

Can’t use a bow to save her life, uses Dawnbreaker and she usually has a dragon bone dagger in a sheathe on her lower back.

Used mostly alteration and illusion magic, is decent at healing and can throw a fireball if needed. Prefers her sword. Hates it when people comment on her not using a bow, Windhelm was particularly bad until she threw a guy across the city.

Is a stupidly brilliant artist, draws beautifully but rarely does it. If she finds the time to draw you, you’re special. Neloth keeps her drawing of him on his desk or in his pocket, specially enchanted to not rip or tear.

Likes to sit on Neloths desk and draw him. His expressions are always the best.

Also likes to sit in stupid places. will always choose a table over a chair, had scaled the tower and sat up there when Neloth needed space. Tops of bookshelves until Neloth finds her. Stuff like that

Is always humming, singing, tapping her fingers or feet. Always has a song going through her head.

Odahviing is her best friend, and so are the Companions. (Her and Farkas are close but not romantically.)

Can sing like an angel but can also destroy a tavern if she gets too into it so she doesn’t much.

Loved to hoard books. Until she goes to Moras place

Sucks ass at alchemy but tries her best, Neloth has (or will) banned her from using his alchemy table due to many explosions.

She specializes in Alteration and Illusion magic. Is decent with healing and knows like two fire spells. Hates shock magic, like fucken hates it. Can’t stand to see someone use it

Has three claw marks on her back from Alduin. They travel from the right to the left down her back. She almost died fighting him and if it wasn’t for the Greybeards she would be.

Also was tortured by the Thalmor when she was younger, 10 to be exact, has a lightning shaped scar down her right side that reaches her neck. Can be seen in regular clothing and armor.

Has horrible nightmares, has broken windows in her house in Falkreath from screaming. All of Alduin killing her family, the Companions, or the Greybeards. Neloth makes an entrance later on

Can change her appearance at will, takes concentration though and only lasts a few hours at most.

Hates the Blades with a seething passion, will never kill Paarthurnax. Ever. He’s amazing and he talks nice.

Didn’t take a side in the civil war, thinks Ulfric is hot but a dick. Hates him slightly less than Tullius. Rikke’s fucken funny tho. Hadvar is the best, so sweet. The way he says burns runs through my head constantly.

Is hella allergic to apples and will die if she eats them.

Also her sneezes will send her flying backwards and anything in front of her goes flying as well.

Loves Dunmer food and drink. Sujamma mostly. Flin is alright. Loves canis root tea as well. Is the only person who Neloth knows who actually likes the taste besides him.

True to Skyrim fashion, she loves cheese. Hoards cheese, will kill a room of druager for cheese.

Loves picking on the Thalmor, doesn’t kill them if she doesn’t have to, just likes to slip a Talos amulet into one’s pocket and watch the chaos.

Never calls Neloth anything but his name or when their alone “Dii brit onik fahliil.” Which means, “My beautiful wise elf.” Always makes sure to complement his mind and body.

[madran-khajiit]

2 Hearthfire 4E 201

Using his last money, Ma’dran has bought himself a cheap set of hide armour and an iron sword. It is time to go check on that bounty, if the offer is still up.

The Jarl’s hall is large and dominated by a big log fire and tables set for a feast. Curiously, all the chairs are empty save for two: one occupied by a young man who loudly introduces himself as the Jarl’s son, and another by a large man in heavy armour with a bright red cock’s bill for hair. The Jarl herself is a woman of middle age, red-headed too, who slouches in her seat. Her posture does her no favours when compared with the Altmer woman standing next to her, who is a giantess in comparison. 

“Speak, traveller. Clearly you’ve come to my court for a reason, now out with it.”

“I, well, your grace, I was wondering about... about that bounty”, Ma’dran says, unsure how to address a Jarl. 

“Oh, a bounty, you should speak to my steward for that, she handles these things. Anuriel, take care of him, please”, Jarl Laila Law-Giver says and makes a small gesture towards the towering Altmer. 

“As my Jarl said, my name is Anuriel and I am the steward here. I handle everyday matters for the Jarl. You wanted to know about the bounty for a bandit camp, yes?” Anuriel’s voice is more kind than Laila’s, but still very businesslike. 

Ma’dran just nods, not wanting to make a fool of himself. Inside his head a voice repeats: just a merchant’s son, don’t know a thing about courts, just get me out of here...

“The bounty is still available, if that was what you were here for”, Anuriel says. “Though know that you aren’t the first one to try, the Greenfell Keep lot are a tough bunch...” 

The road to the keep is short, and Ma’dran almost has time to forget about his terrible task on the way, because the sun is shining beautifully through the yellowing autumn leaves in the forest. 

The fortress itself is barely guarded at all, the lone guarding bandit asleep at her post, with several empty bottles around her. Ma’dran gets inside with surprising ease, and from then on it’s a matter of sticking to the shadows and ambushing them. The first bandit he kills, he feels sorry for, wondering what his parents would think if they knew what their son was up to. Not the second one. Every single movement of his is fast, every muscle taut as a bow-string, his heart beating a tattoo on his chest. The armour they wear look like his: cheap, strung-together provisorical solutions made out of iron, leather, hides, pelts. Their weapons are like his, too: the cheapest iron, barely better than pot-metal. They come at him with clubs and maces and hammers and daggers, and him against them with his thin little sword, no shield because the money ran out. They kick and punch and grapple and a fierce little Bosmer tries to bite, and he answers with memories of street fights in his youth and the sheer raw panic of I won’t die today. Eventually he makes his way to the tower where the bandit leader lives, roosting up there like some vulture, and this time the fight is very dicey indeed. Ma’dran manages to distract her by clawing at her eyes, making her scream and cry blood, and then he finds the spot and plunges his sword through her rawhide breastplate, again and again and again until he catches himself and stops. 

She’s dead, I did it, she’s dead, goes the refrain in his head, and he rummages through her pockets and the large chest containing the bandits’ spoils, finding gold and jewellery, an unusual-looking book and other trinkets and items. He tries not to think about the Khajiit couple dressed in merchant’s clothes whose bodies he saw in the cellar. Ma’dran puts everything that looks remotely valuable into his large leather satchel and begins the walk home on legs shaking with exhaustion.

[arnesia]

ok after a power outage and several distractions i have finally finished that pokemon typing of the tes races. not even just the playable ones, i did a bunch extra too!

so how this works is: the first type/pairing is the most common among that race. the additions in parentheses are other common types that might replace one of or both of the common types. here goes:

dunmer - fire/psychic (+ bug + fairy + poison) altmer - psychic/fairy bosmer - grass/fairy (+ bug + poison) imperial - normal/fighting (+ steel + dragon) breton - normal/psychic (+ fairy + rock) orc - rock/fighting (+ steel + ground) redguard - steel/fighting (+ ground + rock) khajiit - normal/dark (+ fairy + ground + fighting) argonian - poison/dragon (+ fighting + water) nord - ice/fighting (+ steel + rock) ayleid - fairy/flying (+ psychic + electric) dwemer - ghost/steel (+ psychic + rock + dark) chimer - fairy/fire (+ psychic + poison) maormer - water/poison (+ dark + dragon) falmer - ice/fairy reachmen - rock/dark aldmer - fairy sload - poison/psychic tsaesci - dark ka po' tun - normal/dragon tang mo - normal kamal - ice

[tastesoftamriel]

I find people often overlook the value of sauces and the like, and all they can add to a dish. What sort of sauces /condiments can be commonly found in the provinces?

Ooh, sauces are always fun to make, and always make dishes more exciting! These are some of my favourites from across Tamriel. And yes, you may note that I'm particularly partial to a good cheese sauce...

Altmer

Peach and white wine sauce over mint sorbet? Of course the High Elves have a dessert sauce, you're thinking. Well, obviously. Peach and white wine sauce is jelly-like in consistency and is served with ice desserts, fruit, and peach-and-cream pie. Light and fruity, this is one way to liven up any dessert!

Argonians

I thoroughly enjoy an Argonian chili sauce called sambal, which is made from chilis and other ingredients ground by hand with mortar and pestle. Commonly mixed into the chilis are things like lime juice, ginger root, vinegar, and scuttlebloom nectar, and there are many varieties of sambal originating in Black Marsh.

Bosmer

Mixing mammoth cheese, egg yolks and jagga, you get a yummy cheese sauce that's unique to Valenwood! Served over roasted meats, casserole dishes, and even mealworms, this cheese sauce is even better with a bit of bacon (of course).

Bretons

Who doesn't love a Breton red wine sauce made with a base of beef jus and a good amount of cracked black pepper? This fancy sauce is delightfully simple to make, and goes with red meats like a dream. Also fantastic with mashed potatoes and beef stew.

Dunmer

Scuttle sauce is more or less identical to Breton cheese sauce, except for colour and ingredients. It is thick but not runny, cheesy but not too mild, and it goes fantastically well with everything from kwama eggs and nix-hound bacon to fried saltrice.

Imperials

I will always stand by the creamy mushroom sauce that comes with Colovian veal escalopes. I don't even like veal, I just want the sauce! A cream-based sauce with a blend of forest mushrooms, this also goes well with other meats, eggs, and even vegetables.

Khajiit

Sweet and spicy go hand in hand with a mango and ghost chili chutney hailing from Elsweyr! Sweet and fruity yet delightfully hot, this chutney is great for rice, meats, and dipping flatbreads. Definitely one for the adventurous eaters.

Nords

You won't find many Nords who disagree with the fact that we make Tamriel's best brown gravy, full stop. It's imperative that one learns to make brown gravy as soon as they learn to cook, because it's the backbone of our cuisine from rabbit meatballs to steak pies, mashed potatoes, and vegetables. I'm not revealing what's in in besides onions and bone marrow...that's a Nord secret.

Orcs

Wrathberry jelly is always there to accompany every meat from echatere to timber mammoth! Sweet yet bitter, this jelly goes well with roast lamb, beef, pheasant, and venison. Use in moderation, as too many wrathberries can cause an allergic reaction!

Redguards

Mint yoghurt sauce is the perfect cooling sauce to offset fiery hot Redguard curries, and are usually served with soft flatbreads for dipping. It can also be drizzled over grilled or roasted meats, like goat seekh kebabs.

[vampire-kaelthas]

OC Master List

Updated OC Lists (current as of 5/18/20)

Celean- ESO

He's my necromancer vestige! He's about 24 when his story starts, and he got into necromancy when he was 16! He's very much a disaster gay, so much so he becomes a stuttering mess around Jakarn and any man that compliments him. Very sweet but has anxiety.

Ravis- Skyrim

He's a Ohmes-Raht Khajiit! So hes the Dragonborn and Harbinger for the Companions, along with being a veteran for the Civil war. He came to Skyrim as a secret agent of the Empire, being hidden in the ranks of the Thalmor to spy on them. He gets discovered and spends some time in one of the Thalmor prisons which was... less than kind to him. He ends up escaping with Kaidan and goes on to join the Companions and save the world and all that Jazz. He married Kaidan about a year and a half later, with their home being a cottage in the Rift.

Lyandra- Skyrim

She's a snow elf, who lived in with the group of Snow Elves that hid with Gelabor (ok for this I use my headcanon of time traveling elder scrolls just go with it). When the Falmer attacked the Chantry, (around 4e198 for reference) she runs through the tunnels and ends up literally stumbling into a group of Thalmor. After that, for 3 years she was trained by the Thalmor to be an asset. Elenwen saw Lyandra as a daughter, and even throughout her story still saw her as one. Lyandra joins the Dawnguard and is the Dragonborn, and also dabbles with some stuff at the College of Winterhold. She tries to look for more Snow elves for a few years, but gives up when she finds none left in Skyrim. She doesn't end up with anyone, but she has a huge group of friends that basically live at her giant house in the Pale.

Astreae- Skyrim

Astreae is a Breton, and a demi prince of Light and Stars! She gets fought over by both Azura and Meridia (turns out she has one of them further back in her family tree so it's just in her blood). She lived in High Rock before she came to Skyrim to join the Bards College in Solitude. She ends up with Marcurio. She helps rebuild Windhelm, since she loves the old city (hates the racism). She really brings back the life into the city, while keeping the old rustic stone feel.

Athena- Skyrim

Athena is a wood elf who came to Skyrim with their friends and fiancee. They were ambushed by both the Stormcloaks and Imperials, and Athena watched them all fall around them. Their story is long and difficult, with betrayal at every corner. They end up nearly broken, being nursed back to sanity by Serana.

Raven- Skyrim

She was raised by ex-assassins, trained to join the Dark Brotherhood from a young age. She doesn’t know until the events of Skyrim that she’s actually a demi-prince, related to Mephala (who is confused about why their child would look more like a bosmer than a dunmer). She is in the same world as Keian, and ends up being close friends with her. She ends up as Listener, and both her and Keian are Dragonborns

Keian- Skyrim

Keian is a vampire, born at the beginning of the 4th Era. She was raised Markarth, and lived as an Alchemist in the hills. She was turned when she was out hunting for ingredients. After that, she fled Skyrim and stayed with a small clan in High Rock until 4e201, when she left to explore the world. She is obsessed with history and, along with funds donated by Raven, rebuilds most of the Chantry of Auri-El to give snow elves a home once again when they are found. 

Seline- Skyrim

One of my Half Dragon dragonborns. She was born in the Imperial City, to 2 normal Imperials. She’s dragonborn and ends up as Arch Mage. She does go through the dawnguard questline, but only because she was looking for rare books and finds Serana instead. She ends up living with Serana in Winterhold, where they rebuild the city and make it a haven for wizards and nonviolent vampires. 

Nikoli- Skyrim

Another one of my half dragon ocs, but he was born with the features instead of them coming in later in life. His mother is a Nord and his father is a high elf. He grew up with his mother, far from society until he was 12. From then on he lived at the Rorikstead Inn. When Erik turns 19, he and Nikoli leave to become mercenaries.

Kiliana Ebon-Talon -Skyrim 

She’s a pure Nord, born and raised in Falkreath. She lived with her parents her entire life. When she was 20, she came home from a weekend of hunting to find her parents murdered. She left town after that, drinking her grief away and avoiding any of her friends who would try to find her. She got her dragon looks (horns, scales, and tail) after the battle with the dragon at the West Tower! She goes on to be Dragonborn and Guild Master of the Thieves Guild.

Ran’ik Tzan -Skyrim

Very chaotic, very impulsive fire mage! She accidently ended up in Skyrim due to messing up a portal spell very badly and arrived at the College of Winterhold! She ends up as Archmage and ends up with Ancano

Eats Much Bread -Skyrim

They’re an argonian! Their actual name is a little hard to pronounce, and instead of listening to racist nords purposely mispronounce it, they just went with this instead! They join the Dawnguard

Xianna Septim -Skyrim

A lost descendant of Martin Septim, her family line has been waiting for the Empire to be weak to reclaim it. She was trained as a child at High Hrothgar to be Dragonborn. She ends up reclaiming the throne and marrying Brynjolf. 

Rowan -Oblivion

He’s a demi-prince of Meridia! He doesn’t do much with that knowledge except saying “cool.” He’s a healer, and hes an ancestor to Astreae

Citrane- Oblivion

She ends up joining the DB and falling pretty hard for Lucien, but realizes it too late. I think I’ll have her mantle Sheo, but I haven’t made my mind up yet.

Yakar- Skyrim

Yakar is one of the last Dwemer, hidden away deep in the mountains with the rest of his clan for generations. He leaves to travel Tameriel after no one doing that for generations, and uses the fact that dwemer Animunculi don't attack him to his advantage. He also ends up being wrapped up into the DB. May or may not technically share a soul with Emnoral

Emnoral- Skyrim

Hes the Son of Hircine, literally. He's a demiprince, and half Altmer. He's a very sassy, very charming asshole who only meets Yakar due to being too flirty with the citizens of Tameriel. May or may not technically share a soul with Yakar.

Quinlin- Skyrim

The child between Hermaeus Mora and Uriel VIII (the man had an interesting life), they're the demiprince of Fate. Growing up in apocrypha, the only access to Tameriel they had was through books, so they read all they could. They escape Apocrypha with Miraak and help with the take down of Alduin.

Talnori- Skyrim

She's my daughter of Vivec! She's been around since before the time of the nerevarine, and after Vivecs disappearance, she slowly traveled Morrowind and then all of Tameriel, making a name for herself as a treasure hunter. She makes her way to Skyrim after being hired to help with getting some artifacts (LOTD) when she finds out she's Dragonborn as well.

Celrin- Morrowind & Skyrim

He's a Maomer, one of the last that traveled the seas when he was arrested and sent to Morrowind. He's the Nerevarine, and does his "job" to the letter, and as soon as he's done, he leaves, going back to the seas. He reappears in Skyrim and travels with Talnori. He remembers her, but she doesn't remember him.