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nobody on this blog knows im secretly 17k words into writing a fanfic in a problematic fandom 😬👍

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when is raising canes coming to whiterun?

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Prints available for preorder here!

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happy halloween! -Joan of Arc

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Drunken Confessions

“You’re a good guy, you know that?”

Erandur raised an eyebrow slightly, a fond smile making its way to his lips as he turned to look at his companion. The Dragonborn was known to enjoy a pint of mead or two every time the two of them found themselves in an inn. However, it was only at the Bee and Barb that the Dragonborn ever got plastered - like they were at the moment. Erandur simply nodded. “Yes, yes, of course.”

“No Erandur, I mean it!” they emphasized, leaning closer to Erandur. “You…you get all up in your own head, thinking you’re some bad guy, just ‘cause you got a past. But like…I got a past too. Nearly everyone I’ve met in Skyrim has got some sorta past. You can still be a good person, even if you’ve had a really messed up life.”

“Well, that’s nice of you to say,” Erandur said placatingly. He noticed a few of their fellow patrons paying attention to this conversation - he hoped that the Dragonborn didn’t continue to steer the conversation down this rather treacherous pathway.

“I really don’t think you understand how fucked up your life was before,” the Dragonborn said suddenly.

Keerava made a slight hissing sound at the Dragonborn’s language. Erandur gave an awkward chuckle, wrapping an arm around the Dragonborn’s.

“I think it’s time we head to bed, yes?”

“But I’m not tired,” they protested, though they allowed Erandur to pull them to their feet. “And we’re not done with this conversation yet.”

“Well, let’s at least continue it in privacy, please,” Erandur pleaded with the Dragonborn quietly.

They sighed, throwing their head back dramatically. “Fine.”

The Dragonborn was relatively steady on their feet as they made their way to their room upstairs, at least until they reached the top step. They tripped, slamming down on their hands and knees.

Erandur’s eyes widened. “Dragonborn? Are you alright?” he asked, when the Dragonborn didn’t move from their position. He placed a hand on their shoulder, only to feel it shaking. Erandur’s concern worsened, but only for a moment, as the Dragonborn’s laughter soon became audible.

“I’m such a goof!” they lamented through their laughter, allowing Erandur to help them to their feet. “A complete goof!”

“You’ve just had a little too much to drink,” Erandur patted their shoulder, as the two headed into their shared room. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Positive,” they said, before pausing. “See, this is what I’m talking about. You always doubt that you’re a good person, yet here you are, all concerned over me simply tripping over my own feet.”

Erandur closed the door behind the two of them. “My being kind to you does not exactly cancel out my servitude to Vaermina,” he said, lowering his voice.

The Dragonborn hummed, flopping on their bed. “And what, all the other good you’ve done also means nothing? Being a Priest of Mara? Helping Sylgia in Shor’s Stone? Saving the people of Dawnstar?” They narrowed their eyes, leaning forward. “Besides, it’s not even like you really wanted to be a servant to Vaermina, if I remember your stories correctly,” the Dragonborn pointed out. “Weren’t you quite literally a child when you were practically forced to join an abusive religious cult out of a means of survival?”

“Don’t try to assuage me of guilt,” Erandur said firmly. “I could have left at any time, but I didn’t. I stayed there through my childhood, through my teenage years, through my adulthood. It was only once things began to go truly bad that I made my escape.”

“If anything, that just shows how strong of a person you are,” the Dragonborn said. “You went through a lifetime of indoctrination, and were still able to break free. Do you realize how hard that is for some people to do? Yet you made the choice to turn away from Vaermina, to turn towards Mara. You did that.”

Erandur hesitated. “Dragonborn…”

The Dragonborn waved away Erandur’s attempted protest. “I’m as stubborn as an ox, Erandur. We could talk in circles about this all evening, but there’s nothing you could say that could make me see you as less than the great man you are.” They crossed their arms. Erandur gave them an exasperated look.

“I’m not trying to fight you on this,” Erandur said patiently. “I just…simply have a different perspective on my own life than you have.”

“Yeah, and that perspective sucks,” the Dragonborn frowned. “You think of yourself as some irredeemable monster.”

“That’s a little extreme…”

“How would you describe yourself, then, hm?” The Dragonborn raised their eyebrows.

Erandur sighed heavily, looking around the small room they shared. “Oh, I don’t know…” He looked at the Dragonborn, then looked away. “I suppose ‘irredeemable monster’ isn’t too far off.”

The Dragonborn was quiet for a moment. When Erandur chanced a glance at them, they looked deeply upset. “Erandur…”

Erandur swallowed hard, looking away from them again. Oh, how he hated himself for making his dear friend make such an expression. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just…being honest…” He was once again reminded why he always resorted to lying.

“I…appreciate your honesty, I do…” the Dragonborn said, and their voice sounded genuine. “I just…hate that you think such horrible things about yourself.”

The Dragonborn must have gotten up off their bed at some point, for they suddenly grabbed Erandur’s hand, squeezing it gently. Erandur hesitated, looking down at their clasped hands, before looking up at the Dragonborn. Their other hand cupped his cheek, before they leaned forward, kissing him.

Erandur froze, his heart racing faster than it ever had. Then, slowly, he allowed his eyes to flutter shut, as he kissed the Dragonborn back.

The kiss was short, sweet, the Dragonborn pulling back after a couple of moments. They continued to hold onto Erandur, though, gazing down at him with a deep tenderness in their eyes. “You mean the world to me, Erandur.”

“Oh?” was all Erandur could manage to respond.

“I…just thought you should know that…” The Dragonborn briefly butted their forehead up against Erandur’s, before pulling back completely. They once again went over to flop on their bed. “I think I’m gonna try and get some rest…”

“That’s…probably a good idea,” Erandur said softly. He went over to his own bed, settling into it, though he knew he would likely not be able to sleep for hours.

“Goodnight, Erandur,” the Dragonborn called out.

Erandur smiled softly, touching his lips. They still felt warm from the Dragonborn’s lips. “Goodnight, Dragonborn…”

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me and all my queerplatonic partners on our way to whiterun

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Sevierra, sapphic from the land of sand & seas

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shaving moment

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I'm sorry for being kinda MIA from Tumblr, esp in terms of reblogging others' stuff! ill jusy say: mental illness is a bitch. I hope to get back on the wagon soon

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Damien's scars

(Damien is a trans man and uses he/him pronouns)

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Hadelis Star - lore below

Hadelis’s father was a Noble man, and his mother was the maid he had an affair with. His mother died not long after his birth. He grew up inside his father’s mansion, alongside his half-siblings, though he was treated like a servant and his siblings did not know he was their brother. As a child, Hadelis was very sickly, developing an illness that would eventually make him go blind. He also experienced severe chronic pain, causing him to use a cane. 

Under the circumstances, Hadelis grew up to be a jaded, bitter young man. Desperate to heal himself of the illness that was killing him, he made a deal with Peryite: The Daedric God would heal him, and in return, Hadelis would do his bidding. In the process of healing Hadelis, Peryite actually made it so Hadelis was unable to experience pain naturally. 

Hadelis ended up moving to Solitude, where he masqueraded as a healer. In reality, he would purposefully perform sadistic procedures on people, often resulting in them becoming sick or permanently disabled. He was careful about it, though, never managing to get caught. 

Hadelis met Damien, who intrigued him. Unlike Hadelis, who enjoyed hurting people, Damien had the powers to hurt people but often wouldn’t unless he was attacked first. Hadelis eventually asked Damien to use his powers on Hadelis, and he was surprised to learn that Damien’s powers worked on him and he was able to feel pain once more. After that, the two struck up a rather unhealthy relationship, wherein casually hurting each other was a common practice. 

Eventually, Hadelis sought out therapy, working through a lot of his issues. He ended up turning his back on Peryite, which resulted in his illness returning. In spite of that, he became an actual healer who actually helped people. Lastly, he broke things off with Damien, believing that they both deserved to have an actual good and healthy relationship. Damien struggled with the breakup, but Hadelis held his ground.

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R'eji was orphaned at a young age and adopted by a Noble family. He was spoiled, and was able to pursue academic studies as much as he wished, in particular, linguistics. He came to Skyrim to study various monsters' languages, but has a particular interest in Giants. R'eji is a very kind and gentle soul, but he can be very gullible.

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Faendal has Resting Bitch Face

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help,,, people are being weird about fictional characters again,,,

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same old

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pst, i created a sideblog for my oc-related stuff, check it out @critters-ocs

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Mr. Man on his own without the cyan filter.

And also the symbol I threw together that's meant to represent...something. Alls I'll say now is that it's meant to vaguely have a similar silhouette to the phoenix that represents the College of Restoration cause any more information will likely be influenced by what TES VI brings to the table.