#Khajiit reader

[victorianasshole]

A whole mudcrab's worth of meat (Vivec x Masc!reader) Chapter 1/?

Heyy this is my first time sharing my writing on here, so be nice. This was very self indulgent, but if you guys like it, there'll porbably be more!!

Includes: 1st person reader, OC character(s), Ohmes Raht reader, masc!reader, Vivec, other canon characters, canon environment

CW: Murder, cursing, violence, fantasy bigotry?? Lmk if more needs to be added.

Word count: 2804

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A whole mudcrab's worth of meat. Gone, just like that. I cursed under my breath as I looked up from the shrubbery at whoever was obnoxious enough to scare my lunch away. An Elseweyr mercenary… And here I thought I'd be left alone, so far east. The feline man crouched by the bank of the water, filling his water skin. Seeming pretty pissed off himself. Perhaps he was looking for someone?

Despite my gut feeling of simply turning away, I stood up, hailing the fellow. 

We soon ended up making a campfire, finding it easier to camp together for the night. Of course only after we both understood no harm would come to the other. As a performance of trust, we shared our names and secrets as well, as the moons peaked over the horizon. 

M'aiko was his name. A grumpy and quiet Cathay, but not without a small humour in his eye. As he dusted his rations with moonsugar, he began to speak freely for the first time that night. 

“M'aiko is looking for some cultist Ashlander. As it turns out this is a regular occurrence. However, this particular cultist has avoided proving his validity long enough for it to be a bother.” 

I nodded at his words, pondering the fire as it heated the hound meat I bought some days ago in Molag Mar. 

“I hear it's about some rebirth prophecy. Some king that died long ago… But wait, if you're doing this job, wouldn't your employer be-?”

M'aiko grinned, seeming a bit self-satisfied. “This one has no idea how I've come to such luck, but Lord Vivec himself sent me. Well... Through a mouthpiece.”

“How do you know you're not being set up for a simple assassination?”

“They paid beforehand. And only the houses would grace anyone with as heavy a pouch as what I got.”

I hummed... It seemed a bit too good to be true. But I didn't have the heart to say it. Though, it WAS pretty believable. As the khajiit would show me, he had the official tribunal seal on him and everything. I looked back at his pouch… 

“Say… You still owe this one for that mudcrab I was to eat tonight. Why don't you pay me back by letting me come along?”

M’aiko didn’t seem too pleased by the idea of having me with. Understandable. I was but a simple hunter. But I did so want to come with. He simply raised a brow and handed me some of his moonsugar as the meat I had on the fire seemed finished. “What could a hunter offer a mercenary?”“Restoration magic, Illusion magic… Lock picking and a good arrow.” I listed, sprinkling a healthy amount of the glittery spice on the meat. It had been quite some time since I had felt the good and warm buzz of my home’s number one trade. “And this one could only imagine you long for another cat to speak to. These dumner are not the best company…” 

I got him to laugh at that. I curled my tail in delight, knowing I had now won him over. 

…

My boot came down heavy on the last embers of the fire the next morning. We had agreed to wake early, to be done with the job as soon as possible. I wasn't too eager to kill anyone, but it was not like I hadn't done so before. The roads were treacherous. It was necessary to kill these days. This time, however, it was to be a little different. Thankfully, M'aiko and I had already planned that I was to be his shadow, and less so in the middle of the conflict. If he needed healing, he was to get healing. If he needed his back covered, he was to be aided by my arrow. That was something I could get behind.

I followed M'aiko's steps through the tiny islands on the edge of the coast. We agreed that the roads were too risky to be caught in. The roads had yet to become more guarded in the wake of the recent uptick in crime this year, but we were primarily worried about being seen by commoners. M’aiko had promised confidentiality. So hiding in nature seemed like our best bet.

The round volcanic pebbles rustled by the shoreline, making odd clicking sounds as they grinded together. I picked one up and put it in my pocket as we walked. The trip wouldn’t take so long, he assured. Halfway to Sadrith Mora. So I was content enough to just walk along. Passing small ruins of Dwemer, egg mines, and other small locations of note… I enjoyed the change of scenery. M’aiko was quick, however, so we never stayed in one place for long. Only when we rested. He even carried me when the water was too high for me to safely swim from island to island with my gear, simply because he didn’t have the time to go around. We used the night for travelling as well. But not before long…

“You see the tents over the creeks, yes?”

I hummed in the affirmative, having already subconsciously lowered my body a little. 

“We are to target Dralas. He is a loud type, easy to spot. Preferably no one will see us by the time it is over.”

“I'll head up behind the cliffside then. From there, my arrow and spells will be within range of the camp.” 

I suggested, and M'aiko silently nodded in agreement to the plan. I took that as my cue to quietly disappear up the hill to take purchase by a larger rock, for cover. Once I was situated and hidden, I took my dagger and let the sun fall upon it, guiding the reflected light upon M'aiko to tell him I was ready.

And so he went.

He was quick. I couldn't look away for a moment, lest he simply disappear from my eyes. Not a soul in the camp realised as he sneaked from tent to tent, many of the nomads having yet to properly wake up yet. Then Dralas stepped out from the wise women's tent. And things were quick to get more complicated. 

As Dralas stepped outside, he called the camp close to surround him, to make some kind of announcement. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but I could easily understand that all this attention on our target was a stick in the wheel for M'aiko's plan. I tried to think, quickly. M'aiko looked up at me in frustrated uncertainty… I took out one of my arrows and brushed my hand against the stick. Concentrating on it… And just then, I was no longer holding an arrow. I put the weight I felt in my hand against the arrow rest on my bow, breathed in as I pulled the string back… And then Dralas clutched his chest. Blood spread quickly under his sandy cape. The arrow revealed itself as my concentration faltered. And Dralas fell to the ground.

The outrage was immediate, and the armed Ashlanders were soon out to search the surrounding area for me. M'aiko took the opposite direction, and I spent my remaining magic to become unseen as I followed him away from the crime scene…

“...Did I get him properly? I couldn't see if he died from where I sat.” 

I spoke up quietly, dropping the invisibility when I knew we were both hidden well enough. We could still hear the yells from the camp.

“Oh, you got him alright.”

M’aiko's voice was heaving, and I was for a moment afraid that he had gotten hurt in the chaos of getting away. But he held up a hand to signal he was fine.

“...You're coming back to Vivec with this one. I think this calls for you to get the other half of the payment.”

…

I had never been to Vivec City before. I had imagined it to be big, but this was beyond my expectations. The newly finished Foreign Quarter greeted us, and M’aiko looked down at me with a humoured expression. I barely noticed, my eyes glued to the giant rock floating over the tops of the cantons. I knew I was small, but this made me feel ever so smaller… 

“Never been here, I assume?”

I shook my head quietly and fixed on the straps of my old rucksack a bit. Maybe I looked too uncomfortable. Holding onto my dignity, I took the first step over the bridge to the city, knowing M’aiko would follow to not lose me in the crowd.

We had travelled together for a little under a week now, through the east side. Become what I would probably call friends. We never really spoke when on the move, but we shared plenty of stories and laughs over the fire. The night before we arrived at Vivec, I had taken out the Skyrim mead I had been keeping for the right occasion. The wooden cups dyed lightly purple from the blackberry spirits. M’aiko nodded a thank you. He was quiet tonight. “The Temple Canton is open to the public. When we get there, we’ll likely speak with Vivec about your payment.”

I choked on the mead. “What, THE Vivec??”

M’aiko nodded, giving a cheeky smile I had come to recognize as teasing. But it seemed a bit forced. I understood it fine enough. Two Khajiiti mercenaries are not exactly ‘meant’ to interact with the Dumner gods. And the thought of even setting foot in the home of one of them was nerve-wracking… We drank from our cups in silent synchronicity. After a moment of quiet, I decided to ask what I was sure we were both uncertain about.

“Well, what do you plan on saying to him?”

The stairs up to the temple looked like a whole day’s worth of fitness. This god must think they’re quite high and mighty… I tried my best not to roll my eyes at having to exhaust myself, as we approached the temple doors. Or palace doors. At this point, I wasn’t sure what to call this gold-plated erection... M’aiko patted my back as we reached the final steps, heaving just as much as myself by the end. The guards standing watch by the entrance somehow emanated the energy of a side eye to the both of us through their helms, looking on as we caught our breath a bit. But they didn’t block the entrance, thankfully. 

I looked at M’aiko. M’aiko looked at me, reflecting my expression perfectly. He looked like he was about to shit himself. 

“On three?”

“No, that’s stupid.” He countered, opening the temple gate with a push before I could quip back. I sucked in a small breath, getting my heart stuck in my throat. I was not ready. Neither was he, but the bastard didn’t show it like I undoubtedly was. 

I had no choice but to follow his tail, however, making an active effort not to make myself too visible. Or visible at all. Anything to make M’aiko be the one talking.

The greeting hall felt bigger than it looked from the outside. Murals complimented the round loft of the chamber, gold lines shimmering echoes of the stories they told. Of Vivec, and his deeds to the lands of Vvardenfell. Of his accomplishments, and their power. I looked down at the floor. It seemed rude to stare. A small pat on my back from M’aiko made me buckle down on one knee, my eyes still fixed on the tiled floor. I felt rickety and confused. And then I felt warmth fall on my forehead and shin. A bright light casting shadows in the cracks of the ceramic stone. I made damn sure to keep my head down.

“Lord Vivec. This one comes to announce the downfall of Dralas of the Erabenimsun Tribe.” He sounded so formal.

“I thank you for this news. Who is your companion?”

My throat bobbed. I didn’t know if I should talk. Or look up. But M’aiko thankfully set forth my name before I had to do it. 

“He was the one who dealt the final blow. That is why we went to you directly, so you can judge the payment for his contribution.”

“I see.”

…I had to look up now.

When we locked eyes, he surprisingly didn’t seem all that imposing. More curious and gentle than anything. He was still hard to look at, with practically shining skin and a presence that nearly filled the entire room. It was hard to hold a common-folk bias towards what I was looking at. Even when I was kneeling on a floor that probably cost more to make than what I would have been sold for. 

I made an awkward croak. He smiled. I looked back down. “I have made up my mind. I propose you get equal payment to compliment your companion’s pouch. Furthermore, I will sign you a permit to purchase housing here in Vivec, for your initiative to help the temple. And lastly…”I could see the god’s feet touch the ground, not a sound emanating from him at all. It made me wonder if I was imagining things. I couldn’t hear him like I heard most other living things. I couldn’t find a breath. A heartbeat. Except for my own galloping organ.

“I thank you. Should you ever need work again, you will always be welcome in the temple for it. I will make sure there is always a position you may take.”

I tried making a sound, pressing out what could be interpreted as a “thank you”. It didn’t go too well, so I tried adding some kind of head-bowing to it. M’aiko thanked them as well, following my lead with a bow. This was scary and embarrassing and humiliating and I needed to leave. M’aiko was already getting up and leaving. But as I went to stand myself, to back away timidly, I was robbed of that opportunity to flee, to get away from the probably already sore eyes of the God-King. However, they were the one stopping me, calling my name. “You are but a simple hunter, yes?”

I looked back instinctively, but quickly changed my mind and averted my gaze again when I actually met them with my eyes. “Uh… Yeah- Yes. I’ve just been living off the land. For about eight months now.”

It took real strength to not use khajiiti formalities with him. I had come to know how dumner people sometimes react to such things, so I tried my best to use their tongue. But if this had been the Mane… I remembered giving my hair when I went away. It was much like this. Scary, humbling and breathtaking. Speaking to overpowering devines was never really my cup of tea. But back then, before all of it, when I had given my hair. It felt easier. Maybe that was simply just because it was kin. Or because I had an innocence to hide behind.

“You must excuse my curiosity. But I fail to see how a common hunter like yourself would need to know illusion magic to such a high degree.”

M’aiko hadn’t said how I killed Dralas, did he? He didn’t. I looked up at Vivec, my confusion louder than my awe for just a moment. They simply smiled encouragingly for an answer. “Uhm… I, well..” Would I get captured if I just run now? Was I allowed to tell him? I should act less apprehended.

“.... Back in Elsweyr, I once spent my days making some coin in higher circles, lending out my services to nobles who wanted an extra hand in networking. It was… Appreciated, when one’s opponents heard false rumours. Saw the wrong hand at the gambling table. Things like that. After some complications with those very opponents, it was best for me to leave and live off the grid for a while.”

Vivec hummed along to my words, giving a small nod. Did I just out myself for a fraud? Or a criminal? I did, I didn’t mean to say so much. It was as if their gaze pulled the words out of my mouth with string. My mind raced to try and read the god’s reaction. Was such activity illegal here? I hadn’t done it since I left, but… 

“A social networker, then. I won’t pry into why you’ve ended up here in Vvardenfell, of all places. However…”

I had to look down again when he came closer. They were scrutinizing me, I knew as much. But I also knew why, now. I was useful. I could feel it in their demeanour, I had proved myself useful. More handy than a sword for hire, at least…

“... Hm. I look forward to our next meeting, friend.”

I bowed my head.

[cicerosboobs]

Kill for your Keeper

(a gn khajiit!listener and cicero based on "the cure for madness". tw: dark brotherhood type stuff, bloody makeout)

You had favored Cicero for months, generally since you met the madman for some reason. Astrids' attitude towards him pissed you off but..you couldn’t do much about it. You had given him looks here and there. Finding out you were the Listener threw you a bit. You honestly felt bad, knowing how much he had desired to hear the Night Mothers' voice for himself.

Then it happened; He had attacked all the members in the sanctuary...save you. You WERE there, but maybe he didn't know it. Or maybe he just didn't attack you. You were sent to find him...the werewolf sitting outside in a pool of blood. ...He didn't get many words out before your jaws were on his throat, claws digging into the wounds that were already killing him to confirm his fate. When you sat up, you could see the anger in him as he faded.

The spectrals gave you little trouble; You were too focused on finding Cicero to fight, and relied on spells or potions of invisibility to sneak your way past them all to the sound of his voice. He was laughing, but sounded more panicked than manic; He was hurt. Gotta find him.

When you finally stalked into the room he was in you became visible again and he cackled, rambling nonsense with tears running down his cheeks. Something about killing or sparing him. You weren't listening. Your entire front was coated in blood and gore from your little...encounter outside, eyes gleaming, tail flicking.

He was shocked when you fell to your knees, almost squirming for his weapon, but- you not only spared him but healed him in what was genuine worry painted obviously across your features (among other things). “I-”

He jumped- But melted into- The bloody kiss you planted on him after he was fully healed, shaking, breaking apart. “You missed me that much?!” He began laughing a bit and went on about the “dumb mutt” outside. Something clicked in his head as he looked you up and down. Your eyes bore into his.

“...Did you kill him for me, Listener?”

You froze as it dawned on you that you killed for Cicero, specifically, someone you loved, for the first time. Huh. You mindlessly licked your lips, nose crinkling at how bitter that whelps' blood was.

“…I did.”

He giggled his weird giggle and hugged your head, tugging on one of your ears, and getting very…close. His voice was serious after a moment even though he stared at the blood soaking your muzzle. He hadn't bothered to wipe the blood from his mouth. “Tell me how.”

“I got mad you were hurt-” ….You made a show of licking your nose, again. He bit his lip. “I was too far gone to remember my weapons, and I..didn't care what he was saying. Everything was a blur,” With a fake snarl you showed your crimson-stained fangs, “I just bit his throat open.”

Cicero let out a squeal and hugged your head again, giggling. “OH LOOK AT YOU! Listener! You went feral for your Cicero! Like a big, angry saber cat!”

“For my Keeper. For my Cicero.”

“Oh- YES, your keeper,” Cicero mushed your snout a bit, snickering as you mock snarled. He let out another laugh before he tugged you on top of him, making you grunt and staining his entire front with fresh blood.

You licked your nose again to make him laugh, then you licked his, and he smiled. Suddenly, his face fell. Dark. Angry. …Terrifying...exciting.

“...And what about Astrid.”

Your fur spiked up, and he noticed, looking wary.

“She's dead.” You looked away. He opened his mouth but you spoke. “Not yet, but she is going to be.”

The jester beneath you jutted his jaw out and looked up, toying with your fur. For a moment he didn't say anything. “...And she is dead, dead, dead...disemboweled, gutted, worm food-”

“I get it.”

“-all for me?”

“Yes, for you.”

“And why is this.” his voice was flat, but you could tell he was very, very excited about what you were about to say.

“I love you, Cicero.”

He SQUEALED and practically crushed his lanky body to yours with all four of his limbs excitedly declaring out affectionate babble, planting his lips all across your face and at times stopping to laugh and look to the side, pbhtbthgh-ing because he had too much of your fur in his mouth. A sudden gasp got your attention and you looked alarmed.

Cicero looked a bit sheepish. “...Floor's sharp...”

With a nod you stood, guiding him up and cracking your neck. Tossing your pack to the floor you dug out a series of pelts, stacking them in an even layer. You smoothed them down and offered him to lie down, instructing him to stay while you went and scrubbed the blood from your fur before it became rancid, or frozen. Ugh. When you returned he was half asleep, and you rested beside him.

“Say it agaaaain,”

“I love you, Cicero.”

[obscure-imaginations]

Omg okay hopefully this is within any possible request rules for your blog, bc I'm so happy I found you😭

Perhaps you could make some headcanons about Kharjo? With a Khajiit s/o, would he want to marry them eventually, would he like to adopt an orphaned Khajiit cub etc if that's okay? And if you do nsfw headcanons then maybe something about how he might be in bed with his Khajiit s/o or maybe what you think he looks like under his armor? I'm really sorry this is all over the place I just got super excited😭 feel free to ignore this if you don't want to do it or anything like that! I hope you're having a great day or night (:

Hoho, Kharjo! I wish you could marry him in-game. Bethesda! Why can you only marry one Argonian? Give us more options!

SFW, cut for space. I'll plan out an NSFW headcanon post at a later time, I'm blanking for now. Written for any race, not just Khajiit.

Kharjo isn't really a romantic type. When he courts you, he'll offer you the best weapon in the dungeon you're exploring. He'll dump more food into your bowl than the others. He'll carve figurines for you and leave them on your pillow for you to find later. He's subtle, but you can feel his love for you just as much as if he made grand gestures.

I can't find much lore on Khajiit marriage, but Kharjo doesn't care for it. His bond to you in unspoken, he has no need for jewelry or oaths to make it clear. If you want something like that, though, he wants to make you happy. He'll have a small party with the caravans and any of your friends, under the moonslight as he makes his vows to you. Kharjo nuzzles into you and drapes an amulet around your neck, similar to his Moon amulet. Now you match, and are mates for life!

Kharjo has dreamed before of cubs, but never really thought about actually doing it. Whether you decide to bear his children or adopt your own, he considers them family no matter what. Khajiit orphans are rare, due to their clan mentality- cubs are raised by everyone, not just their parents. But, if you manage to find one in your travels, he is more than happy to spread his knowledge of Claw Dances on to another generation. Any children you have will be loved and happy, and trained to defend themselves. He won't let anything happen to his new clan!

Under his armor, Kharjo's fur is a bit messy, but that's to be expected. He grooms it down with a comb and pouts if you laugh at the little white spot on his belly. His armor chafes off the fur in some spots, which he treats with balms, and would be over the moons if you manage to fix his armor so it doesn't do that. He's mostly the same gray and dark brown colors everywhere, and the softest fur is on his stomach. He trusts you enough to let you use that spot as a pillow.

[theshippingcorner]

oh sorry!! if you've seen her, Khayla would be nice!

Oh man I had to look up who you meant, I know her just didn't know her name! She's an obscure Khajiit for sure but I can def do that! Given the Themes of Skyrim I'm going to make you readers the Dragonborn for this since there wasn't anything to suggest anything else <3

You'd met Khayla several times on your travels, and spoken to her just about every time you came by the Caravans to buy something...it was awfully unfair, that Khajiit weren't allowed into the cities, but then people couldn't Deny the Dragonborn the right to bring whoever they pleased into the city right? It started as just a single night in Markarth, a nice Date at The Silver-Blood Inn with the caravan Guard, but after that night you'd both gotten quite attached and with some permission from Ri'saad and the arrangements to hire a new guard...well Khayla came along with you!

Adventuring together, showing the lovely Khajiit the sights she hadn't been allowed to see from outside the walls of the cities...it was a break, a nice change of pace from playing the hero. You showed her the Blue Palace in Solitude, took her to Falkreath to see the beautiful forests, spent time at Dragon Bridge looking over the impressive architecture...and eventually you ended up in Riften! You split from Kayla for a short time, allowing her to look around Riften, see the sights, and enjoy the flowers.

You yourself though...you stopped by the temple of Mara! You'd already done every task you'd been asked to do, of course you had, it was just a matter of sitting down and speaking with Dinya who of course was surprised to see the Dragonborn back in the temple after so long.

"It pleases me to see you again Dragonborn, what brings you to the Temple of Mara? You seem Troubled."

You hesitated but gave the Dunmer a weary smile, of course a Priestess would be able to tell.

"I've been traveling with a Khajiit I met at one of the Caravans, she's lovely and strong, and I'm sure she must like me."

The Dunmer smiled warmly and put a hand on your shoulder, nodding

"Then what is the problem? If you love her and you've come here what would stop you from asking her to marry you?"

You sat back a moment to really think, well a lot of things.

"I'm the Dragonborn, things can get dangerous on my adventures and she's seen that. I know she's more than capable of understanding and handling herself but what happens when we have a family and she has to watch over them? What happens when I don't return from a trip or-"

The Dunmer softly tutted at you and directed your attention to the statue of Mara, smiling.

"You say these things as if you haven't seen for yourself how strong the power of love is, Dragonborn. You reunited lost spirits in the name of Mara and yet you worry that you would not find her again in Sovengarde? Trust your heart and do what you think is best, I know you will always make the right choice."

She rose from her spot beside you and stepped away to tend to the temple leaving you with your thoughts, she was right though...you knew the power of Mara and of love. There was a reason why the temple of Mara was where so many came to be wed.

Content with your thoughts and the answers you had come to find, you stood and left the temple, smiling softly at Khayla who was in the market admiring the wares at Madesis stall. She always had a sparkle in her eye seeing new things and speaking with new people, her tail swaying as she held a lovely silver sapphire ring in her hands. You headed over happily, looking over her shoulder at the Argonian contently.

"How many Septims for the ring~?"

Khalyas ears flicked rapidly as she perked up, looking at you quickly

"Oh! You do not need to buy the Ring my love it is quite alright~"

The way she purred as she smiled at you melted your heart as you kissed her on the head softly, laughing a bit.

"Nonsense, you like the ring don't you? Besides you deserve to be spoilt...speaking of which we can head to Solitude again soon yeah~?"

She nodded softly, happily staying by your side as you paid Madesi for the ring, spending at least a bit more time with Khayla in Riften before taking to the road again with her, fiddling with the amulet of Mara you had when she wasn't quite looking...

As you walked she talked about back home in Elsweyr, and her travels with the Caravans...the admiration in her voice when she spoke of home was how you hoped she would speak of your adventures together over the past couple of years to your children should she accept you.

Eventually when you finally did make your way back to Solitude, you made sure to take her to Radiant Rainments, despite the rude staff it was hard to deny the fact they made brilliant clothes. You had the septims to afford it anyhow, so you made sure you got a nice outfit for yourself and for Kaylah to wear while you took her around the City once more.

After some time though as the sun began to set and the moons rose into the sky she hugged your arm with a soft hum, looking up at the stars.

"Could I ask why you've brought Khayla to Solitude once more, my love~?"

You chuckled softly and pet her, it felt like as good a time as any so you took the time to fish out the Amulet of Mara you'd put on from underneath your clothes, showing it to her softly with a nervous hum,

"I'd been wanting to find the right time to ask you, I was worried about leaving you alone with all the danger I'm always in but I know even if fate takes me from you I will always find you again..."

She was surprised to see the Amulet but the sound of her deafening purrs gave you more an enough of an answer as she threw her arms around you and nuzzled her head into your face, smiling brightly at you as her tail swished behind her in the moonlight.

"It would be Khaylas honor to marry you, Dragonborn~"

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Little things I didn’t specify in my 141 Skyrim post but really want to mention:

Ghost’s darling is a Khajiit so if I ever mention Simon petting your tail or scratching behind your ears in a part 2 or something, that’s why.

Price’s darling is a Vampire because I cannot resist a good Vampire x Werewolf trope.

Soap’s darling is the Leader of the Thieve’s Guild. And I could not tell you why but I always picture them wearing one of those fluffy looking cloaks from Game of Thrones. You know the ones. I also picture them as pretty scarred up. But that detail will probably continue to be emitted in future parts for the sake of character neutrality.

Gaz’s darling actually took me the longest to come up with because I bounced around three different ideas. The first was the one I went with, the second was a bard, and the third was that you were in the cart with him to Helgen. Ultimately went with Courier because 1) I can’t sing and don’t know anything about singing and 2) I felt like I made the other three darlings very prominent considering they are in the three biggest guilds the game has and I like to make more mundane readers to even things out.

[dawns-beauty]

This cat just insulted you.

Scholar, mage, avid reader, and short king: Nanak from Khajiit Will Follow.

And no, his feet do NOT touch the ground when sitting in the chair.

[madamefluffnstuff]

Madame Fluff 'N Stuff Masterlist

Honestly I never thought I'd be posting so much!

Headcanons

TES Khajiit Headcanons

TES Argonian Headcanons

TES Dunmer Headcanons

TES Bosmer Headcanons

TES Orc Headcanons

TES Nord Headcanons

TES Imperial Headcanons

TES Werewolf Headcanons

The Outer Worlds Headcanons (I know for a fact I have them posted on here, I just lost the link. :,))

Elder Scrolls

Meet my ESO Vetiges!

ESO Emoji Ask Game

Wounded in Western Skyrim - Fennorian, Bastian Hallix, Fem!Vestige

A Morning in Elsweyr - Bastian Hallix x Fem!Khajiit!Vestige

Long Distance - Naryu Virian x GN!Vestige

Soothing Hands - Bastian Hallix & Fem!Vestige

A Fresh Start - Darien Gautier x Fem!Vestige, Platonic Bastian Hallix

A New Mother Figure - Maternal figure Caska, Aeliah Remnus

A Night Stayed In - Darien Gautier x Fem!Reader

Night Watch - Fennorian x Fem!Reader

Quelling the Beast - Fennorian x Fem!Werewolf!Reader

Bastian/Fennorian/Darien Cuddle Imagines

Loving Remedy - Bastian x Fem!Dunmer!Vestige x Darien Request

Now We're Stressed Out - Bastian Hallix x Fem!Vestige

Reunions and Confessions - Bastian Hallix x Ebonymist (my Vestige)

Uneasy Revations - Darien Gautier x Fem!Werewolf Vestige

The Outer Worlds

Over the Counter Sleep Aids (WIP)

[dalishthunder]

Destiny Waits for No One

Chapter 6 - On the Road Again

Pairing: Nebarra/LDB (Gender Neutral Reader) Rating: Mature Words: 1523 Additional Information: Slow Burn, Nebarra is an ass, Giving alcohol to minors Read on AO3

"So you mean to tell me, they're fighting over her? Over Camilla?" Nebarra asked as you left the inn the next morning after having had to listen to the plight of Faendal and Sven, both hopelessly in love.

You thought it was kind of sweet really; To be in love with someone... though perhaps not so much that you were willing to sabotage other people and lie to where your affection found its home.

You wondered if there was someone out there waiting for you to come home. Wondering if they thought you were dead... if they'd moved on. If anyone had even ever felt that way about you.... Or if you were alone in the world before meeting your friends.

Camilla was returning with a bucket on her hip from the river, a soft smile on her face as she worked, waving to an old woman sitting on a porch. "Yeah, I wonder if she knows how sweet either of them are on her."

He let out a little noise of disgust, "I'm just saying if you're going to be fighting over someone shouldn't they at least be attractive?"

Elbowing Nebarra, you whispered a harsh, "Can you be polite for once in your life?" She gave you a smile as well as she entered the shop, "Besides, I think she's rather comely."

"Of course you do."

"Are you always this unpleasant?" Kaidan slung an arm around your shoulders as he shot Nebarra a look.

"Yes."

"I bet he's in Skyrim because the other High Elves hate him too." Lucifer piped up.

"Is that why you're here instead of Black Marsh?" Nebarra bit back.

"No! My reasons for being here are too complicated for someone like you to understand."

"How old are you?"

Lucifer eyed him suspiciously. "Twenty or twenty two."

"Let me guess, you're trying to find yourself." The altmer sneered, and Lucifer's eyes narrowed.

"Wouldn't you-"

You buried your face in your hands, leaning heavily against Kaidan's side. "Can't we just get along? Just for while we're on the road? Please."

"I'll behave if he does."

You exchanged an exasperated look with Xelzaz. "We're going to play a game."

"Oh I love games! Can we play 'I Spy'?" Khash asked.

"That sounds like an excellent idea!" Lucien agreed. "Maybe a word game? Something with rhyming?"

You'd thought about playing a game to see who could stay quiet the longest, but the rhyming game seemed fun. "Yeah, sure."

"I have an even better idea," Nebarra grumbled, "We just march in silence instead."

Rhyming game it was.

"How do we play, Lucien?"

It was fairly enjoyable. You didn't recognize all the words, but it was fun bonding with your companions even if Nebarra refused to participate. And it occupied much of your journey along the road. You stopped for the night in a cave, a little over halfway to Ivarstead. Xelzaz prepared an absolutely delicious meal for you all which Nebarra, unsurprisingly, refused to eat, instead setting up his tent and eating inside away from everyone.

More for you then.

Lucien was fitting well into the group despite his lack of experience. He and Xelzaz enjoyed getting into passionate conversations about intellectual pursuits, and you really wished you understood them. You tried to absorb as much as you could, writing it down in your journal. Inigo, Khash, and Kaidan were playing some sort of Khajiit card game that Inigo had procured from one of the caravans. It really way relaxing....

But tomorrow you were to face your destiny.

At least you'd have some idea of who you were…. Who youare.

Somehow you'd managed to sleep through most of the night despite the nightmares. And though you wouldn't have called the sleep restful, it was better than nothing.

Nebarra was sitting around the fire when you left your tent, already packed up and ready to go.

"Morning," He said without even looking up.

"Morning." You sat next to him, taking a swig from your waterskin.

"What, no singing? No morning whistling? No irritating humming?" The altmer asked after a long period of silence. "No deliberate attempts to ruin my morning?"

"Have you done anything that makes your morning worth being ruined?" You replied.

"No."

"Then you have your answer."

"I hadn't realized you were capable of such reason."

You turned to look at him, eyes narrowed, something sour on your tongue. "What is your problem?"

"Touchy," He snipped. "I-"

"G'mornin." Kaidan interrupted with a yawn as he stepped out of his tent, shirtless despite the cool morning air. Though you supposed having grown up in Skyrim probably helped abate the cold. His scars from the prison were beginning to fade; the poultices from you and Xelzaz had really been working their magic. He must have found just enough room between you and Nebarra because he plopped himself down; Knees bumping up against your own.

"Do you mind?" Nebarra hissed, scooting away immediately. "Humans really don't have any manners do they?"

Kaidan just wrapped an arm around your shoulders and gave him a dry look. "A proper nord knows how t' keep warm on a cool morning."

"Then put some clothes on. Do you really expect people to believe you're a nord?" The mer pulled a bottle of wine from his pack, sticking a straw in and finagling his helmet to take a sip.

A shadow passed over Kaidan's face for a moment, "I was raised by a nord, as a nord.... But no, that nord ice doesn't flow through my veins if that's what you're trying to say. Truth be told, I don't know what I am... I don't even know the race of my own mother."

"Oh...." Nebarra went quiet.

You put a hand on Kaidan's and leaned into him, "I don't know how much help I'll be, but I can help you try to find that all out.... If you'd like that is."

"You'd do that for me?" The shock in his voice was almost almost hurtful.

"Of course! What are friends for? You're helping me, after all." You flashed him a toothy smile.

He laughed, "I'm paying off a life debt, Dragonborn. But, aye, I won't turn down a favor from a friend."

"You really just go saving whatever poor slek wanders on your path, don't you?" Nebarra mused, nursing his bottle of wine.

"I can think of one we probably just should have put out of his misery...." Kai shot him a look.

"Ohoho, you really think you can take me on, big man?"

You looked between them, discomfort welling in your gut, "Guys-"

"You have all the bark of a high elf, but none of the height-"

"Don't you think it's a little early in the morning to be having a dick measuring contest?" Xelzaz wore his exhasperation on his sleeve. You'd have thanked the gods, but you were pretty sure they weren't listening, so you sent a silent thanks to Xelzaz instead.

You helped him with breakfast, waking the rest of your companions for freshly scrambled kwama eggs and leeks, and Khash helped you both with the cleanup afterward, and before you knew it you were on the road again.

Clouds loomed on the horizon as you wound your way through the cold mountain path. A light snow began to fall, steadily getting heavier as the day progressed. Not enough to impede your vision too much, and you made sure that everyone had a buddy to keep track of so nobody got lost, but it was enough that it made the road harder to differentiate.

You had begun to contemplate stopping for the evening when you saw the telltale signs of civilization just over the hill. Sunset was upon you as you trudged through the snow and into the local inn, welcoming the warmth of shelter. Some hot mulled wine warmed you up from the inside, and despite the look you got from Xelzaz, you let Khash have some of yours. Just a few sips, nothing to get drunk off of, but enough to help her warm up.

"I cannot believe that you like that stuff..." She said after her second sip, wrinkling up her nose.

You just snickered. "More for me then."

Lucifer sat down next to her and she rolled her eyes, getting up to go listen to the bard.

"I don't understand why she doesn't like me." He bemoaned.

Kaidan clapped him on the shoulder, "Give it time, I'm sure she'll come around."

You closed your eyes for a moment.

Seven Thousand Steps.

You were supposed to climb The Seven Thousand Steps tomorrow and meet the Greybeards.... Hopefully the weather would clear up. While you were still laden down with some coin from the Jarl, inns were not something you wanted to have to spend all of it on.

So you bunked up with your friends... and Nebarra... letting Khash curl up between you and Kaidan. It was a tight fit on the bed, and the sound of snoring didn't exactly help you fall asleep. But you couldn't toss or turn to find a more comfortable spot....

You settled in for a long night.

[emelinstriker]

omg i can't get this outta my head i have to write it out

so like- i'm just havin skyrim vids up in the background these past days cuz my nostalgia keeps dragging me back like every half a year or so, and like

imagine a Skyrim ESAU crossover

like my brain can't stop thinking of the reader being the dragonborn, and their champions find them when they absorb their first dragon soul- like- I'M HAVIN FUCKIN FLASHBACKS RN OF HOW I WENT AROUND SKYRIM WITH A BUNCH OF FOLLOWERS AND IT STRAIGHT UP FELT LIKE A RANDOM FAMILY WHERE HALF WERE PRACTICALLY TRYNA PUSH EACH OTHER OFF CLIFFS AND IT WAS GREAT dhfndhgdnghdfnghdfg

wukong and macaque would most definitely be from the tang mo (technically not present in normal skyrim- but like- apparently they do exist somewhere in the lore- so might as well think they both moved to skyrim-)

while mk would be more like half tang mo and half breton, or another human race. it'd be a fun time going through caves with giant spiders with him fhgnfhgnhfg

azure would probably be a of khajiit cuz you can kinda make khajiits look like lions- but like make him- yknow- a taller and more buff khajiit ig-

ao lie would probably be considered half argonian, but would actually be an ancient dragon disguised as half argonian- very much ironic when his master is the dovahkiin- also, free horse for your travels ig- easier access to going up 90° walls fhgnfhgfg

nezha would either be lookin like one of the human races OR an elven race cuz of the ears and special perks- cuz like, dunmer for example actually do have fire resistance and surround themselves in flames- though he ain't rly lookin like a dunmer ig? maybe more bosmer direction? but like he'd basically be one of the gods in disguise- maaaybe a daedric prince, but would be funnier to have one divine companion and one daedric companion lmao-

much like nezha, i was thinking red son would also be havin more of a dunmer perk, maybe havin somethin similar to a flame atronach body out of his disguise- but he'd most definitely be a daedric prince tho

mink would absolutely be like a random npc curse bound to some scroll the dragonborn finds in some tomb or somethin- imagine him being like that one random ass npc that pops up when you first take an item/the scroll

also what i mean by i've basically had to deal with this type of group before and it was hilariously amazing and i'm so gonna do it again next time i play skyrim again-

though, sadly didn't have the alduin mod that playthrough, so instead i had dave-

[who-do-i-know-this-man]

Prop of ganda for Katia from the webcomic Prequel!

Prequel is a comic set in the world of The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion. Katia is the main character, a Khajiit who is ABSOLUTELY a poor little meow-meow. Everything she does is doomed to fail. (I don't know how literal this is; I haven't finished the comic yet.) The comic covers all her shenanigans as she tries (and fails) to pay rent.

Prequel the webcomic is a MSPA-style forum game of a sort; the direction the comic takes is influenced by the readers's suggestions (represented as the voices in Katia's head). It's a lot of fun, and it's been running for a pretty long time! I'd recommend checking it out!

^

[ladytanithia]

AO3 Twenty Questions

I was tagged by @dirty-bosmer Tagging @lillxart @gwilin-stay-winnin @skyrim-forever and @thequeenofthewinter (even though I know she's already done this!)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

18

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

416,292

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, only Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, although I have written a few Breath of the Wild fics (one one-shot, one short 8-chapter story, and two long fics that are unfinished). Once upon a time in junior high and high school, my friends and I wrote each other stories about Duran Duran and Def Leppard, but those are on paper and too old for anyone to care these days!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

You know, I hadn’t really looked in a long time, so I’m surprised/not surprised to find that mostly my LoZ fics are the highest in kudos (they’ve been there longest).

Dalliances with Dunmer (86)

Link the Anachronism (55)

Larissa’s Tale: Before the Hero (46) – this pleases me; my first story with an OC and a lot of research

Khajiit: Stranger in a Strange Land (45)

Starting Over: A New Woman in a New Hyrule (38)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Absolutely! While I write for myself and have to remind myself of this daily, it’s always nice to know that someone else has seen and enjoyed my labors of love. Readers who comment are rare and precious. And at least 2 of them have become actual friends!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Dalliances with Dunmer – but that wasn’t the end of the story, just the ending of the 2nd book in the story.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

What Might Have Been – because it was MEANT to be an alternate ending to the angsty one.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not usually. When I first started putting DwD on AO3 and fanfiction, one person called it dogshit and another person went on a mean, scandalized rant about Miranja’s “fatherless behavior.” But a dear friend told me, if there’s no controversy, you’re not doing it right, and I left the flame in the comments for that purpose!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Smut/romance/erotica – various levels depending on the mood and the characters’ relationship. There’s been everything from cuddly fluff to heart-pounding romance to jizz-in-your-pants or call-the-priest filth.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I can’t answer that definitively. I started a crossover (Khajiit) between BotW and Skyrim (a friend used Skyrim to wean me off of BotW, and now I live here forever), but I haven’t even gotten to the crossover part and now it’s been 2 years since I played BotW, so we’ll see where that goes.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. I can’t imagine why anyone would, unless they were training an AI!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes, just a silly little back-and-forth scenario with my OC and a friend’s OC. It’s not on AO3, but I’m hoping it will be soon!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Of my own, or anyone’s anywhere? Mine, of course, would be Miranja and Talvas. Elsewhere… I like to ship Kvothe and Devi in The Name of the Wind – if for nothing else but the hate sex!

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I want to finish all of them except the Link and Zelda stories, since those are moot points by now.

16. What are your writing strengths?

From others’ reviews, I’d say characterization and description. I like to get inside the characters’ minds and hearts, think up back stories for them that might have made them the way they are, make their interactions with other characters as genuine as I can. When describing a scene, I almost focus more on the sensations than the actual physical presence of, or situation of, things. What is the character seeing, hearing, smelling, touching, or tasting, and how does it make them feel? The feelings are what you remember, not the details. (Unless you’re Sherlock Holmes.)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Second-guessing myself. If someone says the story’s moving too slowly, I pick up the pace and skip the less important stuff that was kind of important to me. Then someone says I’m rushing the story, so I rewrite it and flesh it out the way I wanted it to begin with. Like, I BELIEVE I’m pretty good at re-reading and assessing the pace, but then I let someone else tell me I’m doing it wrong. Also, allowing things to distract me and keep me from writing until I don’t even remember where I was at.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

If it’s relevant to the plot, then of course! Otherwise, if it’s just idle chatter, that feels like extraneous flaunting on the author’s part. Look what I can do! Haha!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

As many things as I’ve been a fan of, I’ve never thought of writing my own fiction about them until I beat Breath of the Wild. Because I wanted so badly to know how they would turn the kingdom back around, I decided to write my own continuation.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Larissa’s Tale or Hrefna’s Crush. Shorter stories, but special to me in different ways. Larissa was kind of a self-insert character but better-looking, who got her hands and other body parts on Link before Zelda did. Hrefna’s Crush was sort of a birds-and-bees and starting to have crushes story, where Sondas Drenim is the object of her crush, and Miranja is the competition she loves but envies.

[cheeseandstrawberrytartlover]

Cool Sereyna stuff

1. Sereyna's hair poofs up even more in high humidity areas. Imagine their hair in a sauna

2. Even though Sereyna's demiprince existence is kinda laying low, but also not: Her pupils reflect like the ones of khajiit or cats in general. But obviously not as aggressive as Sheogorath's eyes.

3. I have no idea if my readers even noticed: Sereyna is sapphic and I have her coded in a very autistic way. If you have noticed both, I will kiss you.

4. She doesn't just have all of Ben's or Martin's traits but because of the gene jumbler that are daedric genes, they also have a Ton of her grandma's traits. Maybe Sheogorath noticed that right after her birth. Maybe Sheogorath just gave Sereyna her grandmother's middle name out of fun. Who knows? ;)

5. Sereyna can ONLY regenerate in Sheo's chaotic creatia. (Totally not out of balance reasons nooo)

6. Sereyna can only travel to realms she is invited to through her own little pocket realm. (Also totally not balance reasons)

Please gods someone needs to listen to me about my Sereyna ideas. I wanna ramble for the first time in MONTHS

[medicinalkiwis]

Hello there, medicinalkiwis here!

My name is Kiwi, I mostly occasionally reblog random stuff relating to writing, gaming, or art, and I am an amateur writer who constantly has ideas mucking about in my head. I'm afraid I haven't ever actually finished anything, though I do have several ideas bouncing around in my head that I plan to actually work on.

I consider myself part of many "fandoms" including (primarily) several different anime such as Haikyuu, My Hero Academia, and ; the popular tv show Supernatural; video games like Stardew Valley, Baldur's Gate 3, and Skyrim; and certain YouTubers such as Markiplier, Sam and Colby, and YuuriVoice; and many others. However, I should make it clear that I simply watch the anime in particular and do not keep up with fandom drama that I only hear about much later.

Masterlist:

*Blank and ageless blogs will be blocked.*

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I am willing to take questions relating to what I write or just general questions about anything, as well as requests for one shots or series that anyone wants to see. Please refer to the list under the cut to understand the things I will and will not write for. Feel free to let me know if there's something you're interested in that is not on the list!

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Asks will be tagged as #askkiwi and #kiwianswers

Finished works (such as one shots) will be tagged as #kiwicontent

Parts in a series will be tagged under the name of the series, the number of which part it is following the name of the series, and as #kiwiseries

Requests will be tagged as #kiwirequests and under the name of the person who made the request, or under #anonrequest if the person was anonymous or wanted to be referred to as such

Drabbles will be tagged as #kiwidrabbles

Posts not related to asks, current works, etc. will be tagged as #kiwirambles

Posts related to asks, current works, etc. will be tagged #kiwiinfo

Reblogs will not be given a specific tag, but may be tagged with my thoughts on whatever is reblogged

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Below the cut will be a list of things I will and will not write when taking requests. If you are unsure about something or have questions, feel free to ask!

Warning: Darker themes referenced below the cut. More may be added to each list later on.

"✓" means it is something I will write. "×" means it is something I will not.

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✓ Fluff

✓ Angst

✓ Smut

✓ Hurt/comfort

✓ Self inserts

✓ Reader inserts

✓ Oc x canon

✓ Oc x oc

✓ Canon x canon

✓ Friends to lovers

✓ Some mental health related content

✓ Referenced past domestic violence

✓ Aftercare

✓ Omegaverse

✓ Some humanoid non-humans (e.g. shifters such as werewolves and dragons, Khajiit, Argonians, Driinkiin race mod, certain aliens)

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× Excessive blood/gore/violence

× Currently abusive relationships

× Horror

× Kinks related to what goes into a toilet

× Incest/stepcest

× Smut with underage characters

× Dubcon/noncon

× Mindbreak

× Forcing a character to do something they don't want to

× Furries

[jasper-the-menace]

My OCs

Absinthe Rakdoson (Magic: The Gathering)

Amphitrite the Primarina (Pokemon)

Aqua the Pokemon Trainer (Pokemon)

Areia Camael (The Elder Scrolls)

Arenmir the Altmer (The Elder Scrolls)

Astropo (Dragon Ball)

Bear Sianamne (Dragon Ball/Dungeons and Dragons)

Beatrice O'mally (complicated)

Benoe the Ranger (complicated)

Blue the East Gastrodon (Pokemon)

Boyne Alexander Mason (complicated)

Chariot the Pawniard (Pokemon)

Coconut the Alolan Exeggutor (Pokemon)

Dana the Flareon (Pokemon)

Danae of Theros (Magic: The Gathering)

Dennari Areia (Legends of Chima/Magic: The Gathering)

Elizabeth Bardsly (Magic: The Gathering)

Emily Zephyras (Legends of Chima/Magic: The Gathering)

Emylyn Aghadraki (complicated)

Faust Sianamne (Dragon Ball/Dungeons and Dragons)

Flam (Dragon Ball)

Gideon Makarov-Walker (complicated)

Grainne the Griffin (Legends of Chima)

Grealt Fuque (Dragon Ball)

Himo and Hami Sianamne (Dragon Ball/Dungeons and Dragons)

Jaren Rakdoson and Ritter Rakdoson (Magic: The Gathering) * Jaren Trevelyan (Dragon Age verse) * Ritter Trevelyan (Dragon Age verse)

Jinjer the Saiyan (Dragon Ball)

Keklur of Order (complicated)

King the Bisharp (Pokemon)

Koda of Kamigawa (Magic: The Gathering)

Lena Maise of New Capenna (Magic: The Gathering)

Queen Liberta the Lion (LEGO Legends of Chima)

Lohiarm Makarov (complicated)

Loki the Skydancer (Flight Rising)

King Lupercalia the Lion (LEGO Legends of Chima)

Mathias Markov (Magic: The Gathering)

Menea of Theros (Magic: The Gathering) * Menea Surana (Dragon Age verse)

Miriam Amnesti (Magic: The Gathering)

Nen of Amonkhet (Magic: The Gathering)

Nerizana Sianamne (Dragon Ball/Dungeons and Dragons)

Nicole Mosscheek (Dungeons and Dragons)

Okadi'dro the Khajiit (The Elder Scrolls)

Onyx Zephyras (Legends of Chima/Magic: The Gathering)

Ovlan Roya (Magic: The Gathering)

Pawn the Pawniard (Pokemon)

Petha Mazat of Ravnica (Magic: The Gathering)

Quick-Sign of Kamigawa (Magic: The Gathering) * Quisi Hawke (Dragon Age verse)

Rasa Sianamne (Dragon Ball/Dungeons and Dragons)

Reyna Elderfrond (Dragon Ball/Dungeons and Dragons)

Rook the Shiny Pawniard (Pokemon)

Rune the Tarot Reader (all of them)

Sakai Tetsuya (Magic: The Gathering)

Scrat of Eberron (Magic: The Gathering/Dungeons and Dragons)

Sharpa Fuque (Dragon Ball) * Sharpa Hawke (Dragon Age verse)

Spike the Crobat (Pokemon)

Stabs-Your-Chest the Khajiit (The Elder Scrolls)

Standard the Pawniard (Pokemon)

Stem Sianamne (Dragon Ball/Dungeons and Dragons) * Stem Mahariel (Dragon Age verse)

Tabitha Markov-O'mally (complicated)

Temp (Dragon Ball) * Temp Adaar (Dragon Age verse)

Torgen of the Trees (Dungeons and Dragons)

Tower the Pawniard (Pokemon)

Trey of Theros (Magic: The Gathering)

Vasca of Zendikar (Magic: The Gathering)

[oblivions-dawn]

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Hihihi

HELLO HELLO HELLO I see you're just as EXCITED AS I AM now I wonder if you saw what I promised to talk about and sent these stars because YOU'RE JUST DYING TO FUCKING KNOW

Anyway. Yeah. Previous chapter. The Guest. The title is indeed a reference to The Guest by Bram Stoker, in case you were wondering c;

The first few lines of dialogue that Vigdis and Serana share? Subtle references to Star Wars ['It's a trap!'] and Princess Bride ['Do you think it's a trap?' 'I always think everything could be a trap! Which is why I'm still alive.']! I thought I was pretty clever, hehe.

To be honest I really struggled with this chapter, at first. I fiddled with the beginning part SEVERAL TIMES, and originally it was supposed to be Bloodchill Manor AND Redwater Den in a single chapter. I'm really glad I decided to split it up because both are my mini masterpieces.

While I was fucking with it, I remember getting stuck and unsure of how to proceed. Then, one day, the idea that led to this scene was born:

Her wrist was snatched within a cold, firm grasp. She looked back and found Serana’s persimmon gaze, wide and pleading. Vigdis’ breaths were hard yet steady as she matched the vampire’s silent question with her own bewildered expression. Serana merely tightened her grip in response. There was no other way. “I won’t hurt you.” Vigdis twisted her arm, the inside of her wrist face-up. Serana shifted her grip; her thumb slipped beneath her sleeve and shoved the cuff back to reveal the freckled yet heavily scarred skin that lurked beneath. The vampire’s nail traced the faint blue veins that streaked across the rosy flesh, stiff under her touch. The hunter forced a harsh exhale through her nose as the nail pierced her skin. Blood pooled, then trickled down her arm. Serana held the chalice beneath the wound, and both watched as the ichor dripped into the spiked cup.

Okay restraining myself to not share the whole damn fucking thing KJSFLJGLKSFJG BUT FUCK. THIS CAME OUT SO GOOD. SO GOOD!! AND I WAS SO WORRIED IT WAS SHIT!!!!

How can something so TENSE be so SENSUAL what the FUCK SENU. AND IT'S FROM VIG'S POINT OF VIEW SO WE DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW SERANA REALY FEELS AND FUUUUUUUCK.

My friend and biggest fan Winter also loved this part:

Blood-curdling screams drowned out Vigdis’ thoughts as the vampires sunk their fangs into their meals. The Khajiit’s clawed hand grasped the hunter’s fiery hair; Vigdis swivelled around and stabbed the short blade deep into his neck. Before he could even sputter, she ripped the dagger across his throat so that blood splattered all over her face and hair. He fell to the ground with a lifeless thud.

Admittedly, fight scenes are always super difficult for me. I never know how to even start with them. But when my friends [and readers] point them out and praise me, I figure that they must be pretty good haha.

This chapter did have some semi-foreshadowing parts, especially at the end--and that's because I have planned for that 21st chapter for MONTHS. Maybe even YEARS. So knowing it was right after The Guest meant that I kept it in mind for this chapter, although my readers were, largely, unaware of the evil that was to come c:< So despite it being super difficult for me, I'm really really happy with how it turned out <3

Now that I've written an entire book on one fucking chapter I MUST EAT AAAAAAAAAAA

[theshippingcorner]

if its ok to ask, do you know the fandom Skyrim? I would like some khajiit x reader with any pronouns and maybe something to do with traveling?

I love skyrim so this is no problem but I have to ask is there any Khajiit in particular or just anyone? Because there's quite a few to chose from for sure and in this case assuming is harder than asking for clarification lol