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Him baby

Please tell us about Hjalmir 👀 👀 👀 I know you just made him but We Gotta Know

HGKJDHFG jenna ur always comin in clutch with those oc questions ily omg

oK i only have some very basic-basics down so far but Hjalmir used to be just a simple lumberjack back in Falkreath :’) he’s quiet/shy and tends to keep to himself and his duties, but he’s very hard-working, strong-willed and loyal! few things get under his skin, but when he does lose his temper its quite intense -- after he once punched a log in frustration and caused a surprisingly significant dent in it, he got the name ‘Splinter-Fist’, much to his embarrassment and the townsfolk’s amusement c: i havent figured out how he gets caught up in the border drama but im working on all those details!

here are some more screenshots for science ,,,

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Does anyone else get absolutely terrified going into Cyrodiil or the Imperial City? I don't PVP all that much and holy shit is it scary, I whole heartedly admit I'm a shadow cloak cripple.

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I DON'T REGRET ASKING, I LOVE EACH AND EVERY ONE AND THEY'RE SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!! ( ✧Д✧) YES!!

Rant at me bruh! Tell me your historical fashion based headcannons!! I wanna know!

i have way too many and i dont think i could remember them all or fit them all into a single cohesive poast. im very fortunate to have friends and ppl who like to discuss headcanons bc sometimes we will be tlkin abt smth completely separate/unrelated and then ill be Suddenly Reminded of an old fashion headcanon that was lurking omewhere in the dark and srooky recesses of my brain.

chimer/dunmer have tops similar to corsets but they arent always boned or laced, and YES they’re gender neutral asf

in chimeri fishing villages, it was pretty common for ppl to wear dresses made out of netting with beads and shells; although this fell out of fashion after abt the mid 2nd era

certain nords living in first era resdayn who wanted dragonkiller prestige but couldnt physically kill a dragon, or afford dragon scales secondhand would make fake dragonscale armor out of bonemold and various paints. i can see this being used an intimidation tactic against local chimer bc ur not really going to wanna mess with someone if u think theyve taken down a dragon. anyway dragonscale/dragonbone fakery remains a hot topic well into the 4th era with skyrim nords bc imagine finding out your great-great x100 grandfather hrolg humdir shitkicker actually Lied abt slaying a dragon and ur beloved heirloom dragonbone/dragonscale armor is just a cheap bonemold imitation

some circlets worn by necromancers are literally inlaid with soul gems and are believed to be cursed (i had thought this bit canon but mind u, i might be imagining things; or perhaps it is a piece of canon i read in a lorebook somewhere and im simply adding on to it, idk!) but ive always figured that if u get close enough, u can hear the ppl who are trapped inside soul gems screaming/panicking/crying/etc. but it sounds rly far off...and if u stare hard enough into these soul gem-inlaid circlets, u can even see the reflection of the person n the other side like looking into a window, perhaps with them curled up in a defeated posture or beating on the surface and begging to be let out ;^<

blight wool moth or smth like that is popular canonically(?) iirc but i think the next level shit is spidersilk farmed from spider daedra, bc not only is it very strong but its very pretty and it takes well to dyes. i think being a spidersilk farmer involves being a daedrafucker essentially and its very risky bc spider daedra are very fickle and may suddenly decide to kill/trick you at any minute

any kind of opal is usually associated with azura, like universally, it’s just her stone. black opals, however, symbolize the mingling of boethiah, mephala, and azura’s influences as far as the dunmer are concerned.

aquamarines are associated with sotha sil by the dunmer due to the whole “selfishness of the sea” thing.

pearls are associated with vivec bc my h/c is vivec is part maormer and hir story kinda gives me pearl-lost-in-the-mud vibes idk, plus i peg pearls as smth frequently having been exchanged between dreugh and chimer at one point

there’s a special kind of flower that grows in mournhold that’s the colour of fire, and it looks that way due to almalexia’s divine influence radiating out from the temple. it’s called the warden’s heart, and during the Gauntlet festival the ppl of mournhold make huge flower crowns out of it and put them on statues of almalexia, and ofc offer them up to almalexia herself!

dragon priests were REALLY flambouyant. like even the monoracial nord dragon priests, imo, absolutely exploited their statuses to demanded tribute from local communities under threat of Death and whatnot and thats how u get the breathtakingly elaborate ensembles of dragon priests (i bloodthirstily support the skyrim dragon priest concept art. thats Canon as far as i’m concerned)

serpentine diadems and bracelets were pretty common among nords and chimer/dunmer; but among chimer/dunmer the snake symbolizes boethiah and i imagine for the nords it may symbolize shor (im p sure thoughts on snake symbolism also being a reference to shor belong to @boethiah? i thought i had seen her poast abt that somewhere but i could be mistaken!)

on that above note, i also think that chimer/dunmer have ‘synthetic’ hairpieces made from strands of daedric spidersilk (kinda similar to kanekalon or toyokalon or smth) it also happens to be heart resistant, strong, and easily enchantable!

chimer/dunmer wear lungis (a kind of sarong-esqe garment found in south asian cultures), shendyt (the ancient egyptian ‘’loincloth’’) and sirwal (what a lot of westerners dub as “harem pants”) and the tight-legged imperial-style pants and frilled blouses with ascots n’ shit were primarily introduced by the empire (and they tend to copy a lot of bretic/high rock fashion but dial it down considerably) and you usually find hlaalu and other pro-empire folx wearing that, whereas ppl deeper into indoril or redoran territory won’t touch imperial fashion with a 678667890 ft pole.

stretched earlobes are considered a sign of wisdom and patience among ashlanders

binders are sometimes soaked in fragrant, soothing herbs that prevent back acne; other looser binder-esqe garments lack in physical restriction but have illusion-based enchantments to minimize the physical appearance of the chest

fabrics are often soaked for days at a time in perfumed/spiced water before being made into clothes (partially bc urine is used in some dyes and nobody wants clothes that smell like stimky pee lmfao)

a lot of dyes come from mushroom and plants as well as tattoo ink; a popular but dangerous tattooing method among buoyant armigers is getting tattoos with ink derived from crushing the caps from a special kind of glowing mushroom that typically only grows in ancient velothi burial caverns (and going into harvest those is supposed to be a very ceremonial process in which rites are performed to respect the ancestors and to give thanks/pray for the protections granted to them during the tattooing process, bc those mushrooms are VERY poisonous and if the tattooing process is fucked up and too much of the shroom toxin gets into the bloodstream, u can die or have serious health complications. yes it isnt very practical but. theyre dunmer and welcome 2 jackass)

many dunmer/chimer have naturally thick hair that can defy gravity, but they often make gels for the hair to help keep a style in place. 

ashlanders like to style their hair in a way that kind of mimics the shape of creachers in their environment; its a rite of passage to slay your first big/challenging creacher and then undergo a ritual where you cut/style your hair to resemble the creacher you slew (long braids on the side of the head represent kagouti tusks; the infamous mohawk/mullethawk is meant to mimic cliff racer plumes, etc.)

draugr deathlords often carry horns made of creacher bone that are either carved or painted with scenes related to their mortal deaths

house dagoth as known for having elaborate ritualistic headdresses featuring literal canopic jars, as it was believed that one was carrying the protection of one’s ancestor around created what is effectively sort of a mini-ghostfence around the wearer

house dagoth also embalmed scarabs and dipped them in gold/silver/etc and integrated the dead carapaces into their jewelry

among first era chimer you can tell VERY QUICKLY who has azura as their primary patron bc azura-focused chimer were known accessorize the most heavily

chimer/dunmer have henna for rituals and festivals although they dont have an actual henna plant specifically, they just use extracts from mushrooms and various other plants. there are many house-specific henna designs and colours

having clothes or items that are sewn of patchwork isn’t necessarily considered a sign of being poor. regardless of status/wealth youre honestly expected to reuse/use everything u can bc thats the velothi way

the reason some dunmer/chimer have pointy-toed shoes is bc the crescent shape of the shoe is meant to mimic the shape of the azuran crescent moon

nords have chronic furry boot disease and i honestly think that back in the day, the snow elves enabled this heavily

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I stan Mirlok ✊

miraak and vahlok were boyfrens…..

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She is absolutely gorgeous, I hope I get to see more of her!! 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Some sketches of Varlarielle, my new TES OC. : ) She’s an Altmer / Snow Elf mix who appears as a pale Altmer with white hair [of course] and ice-blue eyes. She’s Dragonborn and can take on a more draconic appearance, and she and Paarthurnax eventually become romantic partners. ^^

The Dovahzul says Kreinsotriik, “Sun-White-Gale”, in reference to her use of light and frost magic. The Falmer script simply says Varlarielle, “star beauty” in Ayleidoon.

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ESO is a great game :^)

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*fancy growls and sing-song howls*

i have two drawings i still need to finish but i made this generator instead so go wild

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S'more whacky adventures with Laeleal Ravenwatch & The-Names-Twig.

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Dagoth! 👁

made a quiz cause everyone’s doing it: 

Which Dunmeri Great House Do YOU Belong To? 

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See another commanding Altmer?

Posture competition

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Some fuckery I had with a group of friends.

Why do you do the weirdest things when you're bored like??????

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OC Interview - Tandreth

name ➔ “Who’s asking?” he grins. “Indoril Tandreth, if you’re Velothi. If you’re one of the jarl’s men, I’m no one.”

are you single ➔ “Quite. Why, are you looking to change that? I’m a hard man to tie down.”

are you happy ➔  “My coinpurse is full, I have a collection of various artifacts and treasures, someone to warm my bed every night - I suppose I can’t complain.” The smile leaves his eyes, however.

are you angry ➔ “I’m Velothi. It’s in the blood, so they say.” You can’t imagine the aloof man in front of you furious by any means, but there’s a bite of challenge to his tone.

are your parents still married ➔ “Hah!” he laughs. “They never were. Everyone calling me a bastard is right in more ways than one.”

Keep reading

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Anyone else just see the

Thing

In a game and you have to have it for a character and without it, your character feels and looks hollow?

That's me right now with the Worm Wizard.

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I was inspired by reading @fenriael wonderful questionnaire about Arellius so I thought I'd do one about my boy! Hope you enjoy!

Ondolerinde my ex-military leader turned Clockwork Apostle. Married to Sotha Sil and maker of their cyborg-esque son Othalos Sothal.

∆ Layer One- The Outside

Eye Color- Honey, a deep brown in low lighting or a beautiful golden yellow in direct light, shining almost as bright as his personality.

Hair Color & Style- A cross between champagne and golden. Always cropped short, a habitual cut that stemmed from his time in the military. Any hair that comes past his ears is distressing to him.

Height- 6' 9", 2.0574m.

Clothing Style- Ondolerinde prefers clothing that is loose and comfortable. His occupation as an inventor, tinkerer and engineer has him sitting or standing for long periods of time so its imperative that his clothing isn't heavy or obstructive for optimal work output. His main Apostle uniform can almost be mistaken for pajamas with the soft and lightweight fabric its made out of, coming in a two piece suit or a robe.

The color palette never diverts from the gold, bronze, taupe, pink and creams all around the Clockwork City. Sometimes its almost camouflage and he's easily missed as his appearance mixes in with the background. On the other hand there are times he wears his gold armor and he glimmers like an artificial sun, usually when leaving the Brass Fortress and going out into the countryside.

He's never seen without his utility belt and the army of knick-knacks that come with it.

Best Physical Feature- Many would agree his jaw is his best future, oddly enough. Many of the younger or newer Apostles gawk at the chiseled structure when he's too focused on his projects and when they're alone, Sotha Sil is more than likely rubbing it with his thumb.

∆Layer Two-

Fears:

Very Real Fears- Ondolerinde has a crippling fear of bugs, natural or made. Any creepy critter that skuttles past the Altmer will wreck havoc, have things thrown at them and be subjected to his shrill, girly screams.

That's partially why the Skeevaton is his favorite animal as it hunts down the pesky insects.

Abstract Fears- In essence, he is afraid of failure and disappointing others.

Failures as insignificant as not getting enough to eat or leaving an article of clothing behind in his rush to get dressed to the fundamental avenues in his work. An automaton spontaneously combusting mid experiment, loosing a wrench while repairing, misgiving advice to another Apostle and their work subsequently coming up short. It's often crippling. Leaving Ondolerinde a hyperventilating mess of nerves and worrying warts.

The second fear comes with the territory of failing. Disappointing Sotha Sil is at the crux of his obsession of perfection. The Clockwork God appears to be impartial to all the work done by the cities inhabitants but no one else can sense the heart-wrenching gaze on the failure. Everything has to be perfect, every gear and every circuit.

Guilty Pleasure- Throwing out Nutrient Paste by the vat full, making flower crowns for the Council of Calibration, and spoiling his son rotten.

Biggest Pet Peeve- A messy workplace. The Apostles, both new and experienced, know to keep their desks and stations organized. Ondolerinde does his rounds throughout the Basilica and Hall of Refined Techniques every night, never intentionally searching for objects strewn about but when he does...oh-ho, he goes on a manhunt for whoever left their tools out. Giving the Disciple a well-meaning but stern lecture.

Ambitions for the Future- Migrating the technological advancements into Nirn, hoping the futuristic applied sciences will give Nirn more semblances of peace and prosperity. That and maybe giving Othalos a sibling.

∆Layer Three-

Thoughts:

First Thought Waking Up- Wondering what had woken him up, as he's a deep sleeper.

What They Think About Most- Sotha Sil and Othalos Sothal, his family, his work, what his next project will be and existential crisis if he should fail at anything.

What They Think About Before Bed- Recollecting the days events and his family yet again. He always wants Sotha Sil and Othalos to be the last thing he thinks about before he succumbs to sleep so his dreams will be filled with them. He's a sap like that.

What They Think Their Best Quality Is- His open-mindedness, being raised in a very traditional Altmer home he was raised with certain expectations, everything about him was supposed to be a certain way. From his appearance to his skills and every aspect of his life. He was born to conquer, bred to sire the ultimate leader and do nothing else but think of the future of his people.

As he got older Ondolerinde strayed away, accepting more personal freedom for himself and others. Now he can't think of forcing his views and opinions on others without getting sick, allowing people to be who they are...as long as they aren't harming others.

∆Layer Four-

Either Or:

Single or Group Dates- Single, its hard enough to get Sotha to relent to a date in the first place but planning a rendezvous that consists of multiple is harder than trying not to get barbed by a Venomous Fabricant right out of the incubation tank.

To Be Loved or Respected- To be loved.

Beauty or Brains- Brains. It's what drew him to Sotha Sil in the first place.

Dogs or Cats- Dogs definitely! He's in the process of building a canis fabricant as a companion for himself and Othalos, a little something to brighten up their day and teach Othalos some responsibility.

∆Layer Five-

Do they:

Lie- Occasional white lies, if he thinks it'll spare a person's feelings from the truth.

Believe In Themselves- Wholeheartedly? Oh no. Partially? Maybe occasionally.

Believe In Someone- Yes, multiple someones.

Want Someone- Probably not, he has who he needs.

∆Layer Six-

Have They:

Been on Stage- No unless teaching at a podium counts.

Done Drugs- No, but he thought he did the first night at the Clockwork City. A handful of Apostles thought it would be funny to haze the "new-guy" so he snorted Nutrient Paste in belief it was a common, enhancing drug.

Changed Who They Were to Fit In- Before, yes. Ondolerinde as a child, teenager and young adult did everything in his power to fit in with whatever crowd that were pliable enough to accept him.

∆Layer Seven-

Their Favorite:

Color- Moth Purple.

Animal- Skeevaton.

Book- A Tale of Kieran.

Game- The Dwemer Puzzle Box.

Layer Eight-

Age:

When is their birthday- 30th of Rain's Hand.

How old will they be- As of 2E 583 he'll be 51.

∆Layer Nine-

I...

Love- My husband and son.

Feel- Uncertain, wary yet...excited.

Hide- The overwhelming, crushing weight of being married to a God, keeping the Clockwork City from imploding in on itself while being a father.

Miss- Authentic sunshine.

Wish- That my son will grow up happy and find his own path.

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HOLDING HANDS

Idea; The vestige/Nerevarine/ Last dragonborn holds the elves hand, how are they reacting?

Mannimarco reacts with disbelief. Eyes glancing between them and their now linked hands. “What in gods name are you doing?” The vestige gives the necromancer a sunshiney grin. He grumbles, mentally complaining to himself over the feelings he has. “Fine. Don’t bother me when I’m working though.”

Ondolemar was trying to relax, it became short lived as the Dragonborn comes behind him, slinging their arms over his shoulders. The high elf groans, tilting his head back to gaze up at them. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?” He asks, crossing his arms. The dragonborn reaching down, linking their fingers together. Ondolemar looks down, slowly curling his own fingers around theirs. “I’m not entirely sure of your intentions, Dragonborn. But I’ll indulge you.”

Almalexia had very rare moments where she was allowed leisure time. But when she was allowed to relax, she didn’t mind spending it with the Vestige. Quiet moments spent sipping tea from way-too-expensive cups, softly audible conversing. She blinks, head tilting lightly to the side as the Vestige worms their hand into her grip. “I’m…I’m not sure what you’re trying to express…but…” She pauses, soaking in their timid face. Her lips quirked upwards in a smile, not one that made the corner of her eyes crinkle, but a smile nonetheless. “I appreciate you too as well Vestige.”

Sotha Sil was not very affectionate, not very touchy either. He’d built up strong walls meant to last well into his godhood to prevent unwanted…emotions. The Vestige held things he often wished he had for himself, an ever present plant grown green of envy. To cover a constant mental show of grief over past mistakes, he becomes emotionally numb. The Vestige comes in quietly, carefully stepping around his projects as to not disturb him. Another thought he diligently put aside for a later time. Through a haze of stirring thoughts he barely registers the Vestige tentatively wrapping their index and middle finger around one of his. Sil didn’t know if he had what they wanted, but slowly, he clasps his own fingers loosely around theirs. “Thank you…Vestige.”

Vivec knew grief and guilt, perhaps way more than what he left on. It’s been awhile since he’d cried, maybe if he did that he’d feel better. The Nerevarine was a reminder of what he lost, and what he, shamefully, willingly gave up. The wonders of what little charming speech can do astounds him. Some part of him should of hated them, for being indirectly so similar to his old friend. Though he pushes through it, giving them bittersweet smiles instead. They notice eventually, walking up to him as he gazed at them. The Nerevarine gazes at him with an emotion he can’t discern. Reaching up and grabbing ahold of his hand supportively. He doesn’t look to his lap, merely stays looking at them with the same bitter softness in his he’d used before. “I…I thank you.” The gesture reminds him of an old friend.

Divayth Fyr turns immediately upon feeling someone grasping at his hand. He’d thought it was one of his daughters, though his guess was correct. Standing there timidly was the Nerevarine, he raises a brow, looking them over. “You’re trying to butter me up, what do you want?” They look at him with a certain bashfulness that his daughters would use when they wanted affectionate. Though that was so long ago now. Divayth sucks some air in through his teeth, reluctantly snatching their hand. 

Voryn Dagoth/Ur

Ur head spins to them, squinting at them underneath his shroud of gold. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asks rather flatly, the Nerevarine bunches up their shoulders to their ears nervously. This was the person who brought death to him in a previous life, now trying to poke their fingers into his palm. They mumble something intelligible, their lips in a shaky line. Ur growls, snatching their wrist. “If this will make you quit it. So be it.”

Voryn turns to them, a soft look in his eyes. “Are you alright?” He questions quietly, squeezing their fingers. They shake their head silently, casting their gaze to Almalexia, Vivec, and Sotha Sil huddled together close by. “Don’t be afraid, C/N. I’m sure they will guide him well. As will he guide me.” They heave a shaky sigh, grabbing onto his arm. Voryn eyebrows furrow, a frown pulling on his lips. He squeezes them into his side. “Don’t worry, C/N. I’ll be here.”

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If anyone would be interested in an Elder Scrolls RP server on Discord message me and I'll send you the link!

There's only a handful of us and we've done a couple things but nothing major yet.

It's semi-serious, with a somewhat interesting idea that allows a lot more creativity and less restrictions that specifically doing it in one Era with that Era's problems.

Newbie and veteran RPers are welcome!

All we ask is that you follow the rules and be nice!