#it's loving martin septim hours

[nerevarbignaturals]

If I was the hero of kvatch i would simply fuck martin septim. i'm just built different

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

In English, we say, "Goodbye."

In TES, we say, "I do what I must do. I cannot stay to rebuild Tamriel. That task falls to others. Farewell. You've been a good friend, in the short time that I've known you. But now I must go. The Dragon waits."

[boneconsumer]

When I was little, I never cared much for this load screen. Like "okay whatever, idc who Martin is can we move on so my argonian stealth archer can murk these bandits?" Now that I'm old asf and know what this screen means I cry and sob and throw a fit I miss him so much 😭😔

[skyrim-forever]

Call me Martin coded, Martin devoted 🙏🙏🙏

[late-nite-scholar]

Aug 16 (Day 5)-Crown/Gentle

Being Emperor isn’t easy. In fact, in some ways, it kind of sucks. Part of a Martin Lives AU. Prompts by @tes-summer-fest  

Nord HoK x Martin Septim 

Warnings- pregnancy

Wordcount- ~1300

***

It was much later than he’d hoped when Martin climbed the stairs up to the Emperor’s Suite, grumbling a little at how many damned stairs were in this tower. It was too late to read Gemille her bedtime story; she’d have been put to bed a good two hours ago now. There were few things he hated more than the way this damned crown took him away from little things like reading to his daughter and tucking her in. 

Once inside the doors of the royal suite and having shut out the rest of the world, he dropped the tall, square-shouldered walk of the Emperor. Ironically, this grand and overly-sumptuous apartment was one of the few places he could just be Martin for a little while. He closed his eyes, letting out a long sigh. 

Gentle arms encircled him, a kiss planted on his cheek as a soft voice asked, “How did it go, love?”

“Longer than it should have. But we’ve got the dispute sorted out. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to come see the new Blades taking their oaths. I really wanted to be there.”

“I know. Baurus and I handled things, don’t worry. I’m still technically a Blade myself, among all the other titles. I’m a good substitute for the Emperor when needed.”

He turned, reaching up to take her face in his hands. “Aethelfrid! Don’t say that about yourself! You are, among your other titles, Empress of Tamriel. You’re not a substitute, you’re just as important as I am. Considering how we got here, I’d say you’re more important than I am!”

She grinned. “Yeah, but you’re the Septim. Either way, it went very well. Gemille tried to stay up and wait for you, but she had a long day. She barely made it half an hour past bedtime. Come see what she got today.”

They crept over to the door leading into the nursery. Their daughter lay curled up around something wooden, her orange hair a riot around her. As she shifted, Martin got a look at what she held. 

“Is that a wooden sword?” he whispered in disbelief. 

“It is!”

“She’s three!”

“That’s probably when I got my first training sword,” Aethelfrid shrugged. “She won’t do proper lessons just yet, but she can have it and maybe we can do a few small techniques like proper grip. She’s very excited to show you.”

His face softened into a smile again, “She’s so much like you.”

“She’s more like you than you think.”

***

Once they’d come away from the nursery door, Aethelfrid took Martin’s hand and led him to another door, behind which the large bath waited. It was all prepared, enchantments keeping the water warm and inviting. As Aethelfrid pushed the robe off of his shoulders, he took off his crown, frowning at it. 

“I hate this thing,” he muttered. 

“I know, love. But we don’t need it right now.” 

He put it down on a small table, feeling the weight of it fall away. For a little while, it could. It was these few, precious moments that got him through the day, that made the weight of the crown bearable. He sighed again. 

“I didn’t even ask you how you’re feeling. I’m sorry, my heart.” He rubbed his face with the heel of his hand. 

She was still undoing and pulling off his clothes, and he reached out to the hem of her long tunic, beneath which her stomach had begun to get round again. She giggled. 

“I’m doing just fine. Feeling good. This feels as though it’ll be another strong, Septim child.” She pulled the tunic over her head. “It’s good it’s starting to show. Some of the nobles have been very pissy that we didn’t just have babies back to back to back. I think they just want to keep me busy and out of Council meetings.”

As they settled into the tub together, Aethelfrid’s strong, deft fingers began to message water and soap through Martin’s hair. He leaned back, savoring the feeling. 

“Can I tell you something, my dear?” he asked. 

“Of course.” She planted a kiss on his forehead. 

“I… I wish we could disappear somewhere. Live quiet lives, just you and me and the children. Maybe somewhere near the mountains.” He’d fallen in love with the mountains during their time at Cloud Ruler Temple. “But there’s still so much to be done, even with all the progress we’ve made.” 

Her fingers stopped scrubbing for the briefest second. “I wish we could, too. My family is from Morthal, and it's not too far from there that you could find a little spot in the mountains. Or east closer to Dawnstar. It’s about as far away from everything as you can get.”     

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Let’s retire there. Once the rebuilding’s done and we get everything back on its feet, let’s retire to Skyrim.” 

“Deal.” 

Martin helped Aethelfrid unbraid and wash her hair next. He ran a gentle comb through the flame-orange waves, wondering if their second child would also inherit this color. They made many grand plans as he worked; discussing the house they’d build and where. 

“I’d love a garden,” Martin admitted. “I had one at the chantry in Kvatch. I miss it.” Kvatch was being rebuilt, but even if a new garden was planted, he wouldn’t have the chance to do more than maybe see it. 

“I need a training yard. We also need a library.”

“Of course. And enough room for our family. You said you wanted a big one.”

“I do. It’s a Nord thing. We always have big families.”

Well, I will build the house myself to your exact measurements.”

***

Once they’d bathed, they settled down for a late-night supper. More pressing realities took over the conversation; an envoy from Mournhold arriving in two days’ time, a gala planned for the day after that. The trading guild had a petition about a contract to Hammerfell, and builders in the city wanted to meet about their progress. There was also a feast day coming up quickly, and they’d have to find the ceremonial robes to wear to the temple that day.  

It seemed never-ending, but Aethelfrid was as firm in her commitment as he, and it was less daunting with both of them facing it together. After all, they’d faced down the forces of The Dead Lands and its ruler together. Once you’ve done something like that, the mundane jobs of contracts and noble posturing seemed much less intimidating.

After dinner, they retired to their bed with a book each. Snuggling up, they did a little reading, before returning their attention to the other. 

“I’m sorry for being so grouchy,” Martin kissed his wife’s cheek softly. 

“You have a lot on your plate, love. We both do. It’s not easy. It’s a lot of pressure.”

“I really wish we could retire to the mountains.”

“We will. We’ll get things back on track and retire to Bruma. Or Morthal, or wherever you want. Falkreath is very pretty and has less snow.” 

“They’re not going to let us just leave like that.”

“When the time comes, we’ll leave before they realize. You have no idea the hidden places and trails and things I found running around doing Hero of Kvatch stuff. I mean it.”

“I would never doubt you on that. And, I hope we can take you up on it.”

“We will. I promise you that.”

***

It took Martin a long time to fall asleep that night. It seemed so impossible! That he could truly leave behind this crown and the weight it carried. But Aethelfrid had done the impossible before. Many times, in fact. He had no doubt she could do so again. One day, he told himself, once we’ve got things back in order. 

When he finally fell asleep, he dreamed of a little farm with a garden and a gaggle of flame-haired children. 

[biitchcakes]

@redheadarcher asked: 💔 - What’s something you dislike about your muse? // ( accepting )

Is it lame of me to say nothing ? SDkjgdk like, even the flaws she has ( of which there are a few, she is not a perfect person, as the wise philosophers Hoobastank once said ⸺ ). But everything about her makes her HER. And I adore her. Her bullishness, her stubbornness, her tendency to isolate, to try to deal with things on her own, her aggression. . . It's not all she is by any means, but it is all still a part of Jess. Those negatives turn to positives through determination, protection for others, her love for those she loves.

I just love her. She's meant so much to me for as long as I can remember. I couldn't dislike Jessica Drew if I tried.

&& 🎮 - What’s your favourite video game?

I LOVE THIS QUESTION IT'S THE ELDER SCROLLS IV: OBLIVION !!!! Oh my gentle jesus the way I could rant and rave about this game for hours. "Potato graphics" this and "horse armour" that, yeah yeah I know, but god is it just the most special little game in the world to me. And has been for 17 years now ( oh, wow oof, what is time ? ).

The Dark Brotherhood story is still one of my favourites of any game, each quest and character is so memorable to me ( even if I hadn't replayed the game a million times by now ). I legit cried when I played Skyrim for the first time and Lucien Lachance's fkin ghost appeared AFJKSD

Martin Septim. . . My beloved. . .

Wanna know a sure-fire way to get me choked up real fast ? Put on one of these bad boys :

Harvest Dawn

Dusk at the Market

Through the Valleys

Glory of Cyrodiil

Jeremy Soule tugs at every heartstring of mine with these. I can listen to them while I'm playing the game, but something about hearing them isolated on their own. Man. . . 🥹

[laureliere]

Picked up Skyrim again, and with the ability to mod it now at my fingers tips, I've sunk a couple hours into it. Frostfall and an Alternate Life made the game quite refreshing!

(Here's a rough blurb about Heulwen's premise below the cut, it's yet to be refined lol)

My current PC, Heulwen. An Altmer heiress from Cyrodiil that hails from the noble lineage of the Hero of Kvatch and stems from a political marriage between the Aldmeri Dominion and the Imperial Empire during the Great War. Little does Heulwen's paternal family know, there had been dragons blood running through the maternal sides veins. Thanks to a secret love story between Emperor Martin Septim and the Hero... only then, appearing in Heulwen. A fact, that the Thalmor grew wary of when Heulwen was able to decipher an ancient draconic text, without prior knowledge to the language.

Originally part of an expedition team to investigate the multiple ruins of Skyrim, Heulwen was to be assassinated by the Thalmor upon the arrival in the Pale. Left for dead, her own individual journey truly began as a fight for survival in the frozen wasteland...

Proud, sharp tongued and elegant, she has much of the air of a typical noble lady with Altmer pride. But quietly harbors wariness towards her own kin now and the Thalmor...perhaps, despite Skyrim's chill rivaling her own, Heulwen shall grow to become a heroine in her own right.

[my-elder-scrolls-shit]

I posted 538 times in 2022

That's 524 more posts than 2021!

14 posts created (3%)

524 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@hircinesanters

@daggerfall

@nerevar-quote-and-star

@aaami

@volzaannir

I tagged 227 of my posts in 2022

#not tes - 10 posts

#elder scrolls - 8 posts

#skyrim - 7 posts

#cicero skyrim - 5 posts

#im talking now - 5 posts

#funi art time - 5 posts

#oblivion - 5 posts

#fa'jan - 4 posts

#martin septim - 4 posts

#tes oblivion - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 118 characters

#*brynjolf voice* now lass if you sign up for this and sell enough product and get others to sign up you could be rich!

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Its real skyrim hours boys! Welcome to a fic based on this post I made a while back. Hope y'all enjoy

5 notes - Posted September 5, 2022

#4

HAPPY TRANS VISIBILITY DAY Y'ALL

Hi! As a trans man myself I am very excited so have this slightly rushed Fa'jan! She is a trans woman which is something I've mentioned before in a previous pride flag post, and I really love her for it. I added her other pride flags too bc I could (pan and poly).

6 notes - Posted March 31, 2022

#3

Fa'jan as Sheogorath doodles

I wanted to give her her own outfit for being Sheo n I mostly just ended up fucking around ahdjsknehwwhdk

This is the character from my fic "Walls" btw

8 notes - Posted February 25, 2022

#2

This has probably been said before and written about before but the tragedy of Miraak and the Last Dragon Born being alive at the same time and therefore Miraak being the only one currently alive that could possibly understand exactly how LBD is feeling and thinking but they don't get a chance in cannon to really talk to each other. LBD could have incredibly interesting dialog with him about their similarities but Miraak can't leave if he doesn't kill them and they can't allow him to enslave the world they have been ordained by the gods to protect. By all means they should have been allowed to be on the same side but once again the characters that are by all rights demi gods are still just playthings to higher beings. And that's one thing both of them hate and if you live long enough you will start trying to find ways to change it.

On the flip side its interesting to imagine LBD being violently opposed to Miraaks ideology, they have similar situations but LBD has found joy and love and created a life and family of their own in Tamriel, imagine a dragon born that loves Tamriel and the people in it with all their heart and even if there wasn't a prophecy or a magic blood thing they still would have tried to save this world with the same ferocity anyway. Even LBDs who are immoral to their core, ones that chose to be violent assasins and thieves and split their soul into a thousand pieces, have people they want to protect. If that means killing Alduin, so be it, if that means battling the only other person who will ever understand them, then they'll do it.

Miraak didn't have that i dont think. And therefore it doesn't matter what happens to the world, he want to be free of shackles hes had since before he was even born. Maybe the Last Dragon born really tries to help him, maybe they try to show compassion and get him out, but it ends up being for nothing, hes killed anyway. They couldn't save him. They leave and end up back where they had been reading the final book. Devastated in every sense of the word and all they can do is look to whoever accompanied them and break down.

87 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Weird headcannons about lycanthropy no one asked for.

Mostly about lycanthropy and the weirdness that comes with being a werewolf, its more than likely slightly lore-unfriendly but these are for fun so who cares.

-lets start with the obvious, they got some weird wolf and dog mannerisms, eat more meat than usual, they growl instinctively at people they get a bad vibe from, that sort of thing.

-theres also some things that carry over into their non-beast form, sharper teeth, better hearing and scent, the companions (at least in the circle) can probably hear Heimskr right outside their place all the time and are on the verge of snapping

-i imagine they're a bit more hairy than most, which is like, a bit more common, but Kahjit probably get more wild and faster growing fur, argonians grow more feathery type stuff, and non-beast races just in general more hairy

-folks with beast blood are always just much stronger than they look, like even if they look skinnier they still are much stronger than they have any right to be

-they don't get cold as easy, and Kahjit lycanthropes can feel almost too hot even when its chilly sometimes.

-werewolf blood tastes bad to vampires, like flat out, it tastes sour or like rotten meat

-kahjit and argonian werewolves are SO weird though, the mannerisms of kahjit get super thrown into whack because on one hand the tail moving COULD be bad, but then again, it could be they're just excited, the hearing is a huge issue too

-argonians lycanthrope forms being more feathery and still retaining their horns (maybe they become a bit more gnarled with it)

-lycanthrope nightmares are way more vivid than the nightmares of others, and what happens in them is extremely varied from person to person and its tough for them to tell if it was real or not at first, some get used to it, some don't.

-when the dragonborn is a werewolf its their roar that throws people off most, it is way louder than it has any right to be, even the companions are a little taken aback by it at first, on the bright side its much more effective at striking fear into people

255 notes - Posted March 22, 2022

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[druidx]

Day 1 - Nano 2022 Round-up

I'm calling it a night, but here's my round-up today.

Word count total: 6,347

Hours written total: 05:41

How am I feeling: Fucking knackered. We've had three electrical storms in the past 20h, and - not to sound like a crone, but - the pressure change is playing havoc with my joints. Also, I maaaay be experiencing a sugar crash.

Stupidest lines I've written today:

Aderyn is sending an SMS to Jauffre on succeeding in getting a quest item. In-game, none of the Blades have surnames and I've yet to assign these guys some, leading to this:

We also found a shittonne of other stuff. Modryn and the remaining blades {surname}, {surname}, {surname} and {surname}, are gonna bring it all up to The Manor.

Best lines I've written today:

Modryn has been in close combat with an enemy, and Aderyn is checking up on him after the fact:

Modryn battered Aderyn's hands away. "I'm fine," he croaked. "I'm getting too old for this shit."

And shortly after:

"Are you ready to go again, uncle?" Modryn nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be, eh?" "You can stay here-?" "Pah." He pulled himself up. "I'm not letting you go in there alone." Aderyn sucked her teeth as he hauled himself up. "If you say so, old man." "I do say so. Come on."

Honestly, all of Modryn and Aderyn's banter is funny as hell to me. Modryn bitches like a 15yo, it's great.

Problems overcome: I've had a plot hole for the biggest time which was, why would Martin ever go anywhere near the Vault while Dagon was still alive, and I think I've found the answer in my trove of stuff left behind by Tiber Septim in Sancre Tor.

Problems ahead: I have no idea, whatsoever, how to translate the Miscarcand quest into my Modern AU. I don't think my original idea will work, and honestly, I'm considering skipping it to get straight to Defense of Bruma. But to give myself breathing room, I'm going to instead write the thieves' quest, Ahdarji's Heirloom. Because who doesn't love a useless & unexpected subplot?

[artistic-lightcycle]

I'm playing oblivion's main quest for the x time and I'm right at the battle of bruma and then I'll just stop. MARTIN ISN'T GOING TO DIE THIS TIME.

[drawnecromancy]

i find very funny that when i latch onto a character in media it’s either an asshole or a really nice person.

[pinadraws]

hey there daedra its ya boy

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

In English, we say, "Change."

In TES, we say, "The Amulet is shattered. Dagon is defeated. With the Dragon's blood, and the Amulet of Kings, we have sealed the gates of Oblivion . . . forever. The last of the Septims passes now into history. I go gladly, for I know my sacrifice is not in vain. I take my place with my father, and my father's fathers. The Third Age has ended, and a new age dawns. When the next Elder Scroll is written, you shall be its scribe. The shape of the future, the fate of the Empire, these things now belong to you."

[boneconsumer]

"Please, trust me..."

(that moment when some breton mage you don't know tell you that you're the emperors son and asks you to come with her)

[ongoingaccident-deleted]

And a soft headcanon for you: temples could easily double as schools, right? So I hc that Martin helped teach kids when he was a priest in Kvatch, and they all loved gentle Brother Martin and thought he had the best stories.

this is so good and pure and wholesome and i love it

[reureuby]

Y’all... I need a good pick me up today

So I’m bringing back Loving Martin Septim Hours so please send me anything and everything about this precious bean!!!