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Writing smut of Ulfric Stormcloak is legal now heheheheheheheheh

#matriarch has no friends

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Eastmarch

#skyrim #the elder scrolls skyrim #tes v skyrim #tes v #tesv #elder scrolls skyrim

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What we lost 😭

#matriarch has no friends #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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I can't believe the whole Tullius artwork just CORRUPTED ITSELF AND IT ISNT RESTORING

It was my magnum opus, THE CROWN JEWEL OF MY ART

#ibis paint just hates to see me thrive #matriarch has no friends

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19yo Rahgot right before the captivity He doesn't know that next 1.5 years he will be in a fucking hell. Ayleids don't know this 1.5 years they will create one of the most hateful enemies ever.

His beliefs crystallized under the pressure💎and I need to talk about it so badly.

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"...And now you're back. Great, just great"(TES:V/mod)

I started play the famous MOD "Teldryn-Serious"(not finished but) so this is SO COOL😳😳😳 wanna tell BIG THANK YOU to you who made this!!!!

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Journey to Riverwood pt2

Finished the chapter!

Not my best work but eehh, perfection doesn't exist.

Snippet-↓

A lump formed in her throat as the evening cold crept up her shoulders, worsening the pain. It was a reminder of her treason, to Ulfric and their vows.

"Until death separates us, and Sovngarde unites us again. You and I will be together, in sickness and in health, in peace and war ."

Those words he'd say over and over when she began to miss her home. When she'd lay awake during the night, craving the warmth of Cyrodiil and the company of her fellow priests. Words that at first seemed terrifying given her age and situation, but that soon became a soothing reassurance that she was safe, that she was not alone. That she was home.

But at the time, it was only the two of them, now she had Bjorn and Hjalmar to think about, as well as her unborn child, and as a priestess and a mother she had to put her children first. Even if it meant breaking her vows and abandoning the man she had learned to love.

#fic: the crimson heart of the dragonborn #oc: venus aurelia #ldb x general tullius #general tullius x ldb #general tullius #skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #elder scrolls skyrim #the elder scrolls #tes v skyrim #skyrim oc #ldb #skyrim ldb #the last dragonborn #last dragonborn #elder scrolls oc #elder scrolls fanfiction #tes fanfiction #fanfiction #tes v #skyrim tes #skyrim dragonborn #the elder scrolls skyrim #elder scrolls

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Snippet: The Ice-Blooded Queen of Skyrim

OC: Mingyue Caerhan

For WIP Wednesday, heheheh I just love Ulfric

Jarl Balgruuf shook his head in disapproval, the mere idea of letting his most trusted and closest soldier, a girl he had grown to love like his own daughter, go on yet another journey halfway across the province involving the Divine or the ongoing Civil War was utterly horrifying to him. He'd almost lost it when she flew off as a scrawny teen to fight Alduin, and he'd be damned if he'd let her go off to get involved in the war so soon after her return.

"I am not asking for your approval..." Mingyue mumbled, her shoulders sinking inwards as Balgruuf's steely gaze bore into her. "I-Im going through with this."

"You are too young, Snowdrop." The Jarl sighed, brows furrowed in a mix of concern and exasperation. They've had this conversation countless times before, yet the girl still insisted on diving into trouble. "Too young, and too important."

"You did not say anything when I joined the companions..."

"That was very different, I could have my men look after you." The Jarl leaned forward in his throne. "I've regretted ever letting you out of the castle after what happened in Helgen..." He shook his head. "Are gowns and shoes not enough for you? Jewels and luxury not enough to keep you away from- from danger?!"

Mingyue sunk further into herself. "I defeated the world-eater... I promise I'll be careful."

"I know you are a capable girl, snowdrop. But you have to understand, Ulfric and that imperial general are more dangerous than the dragons. They are scheming, merciless. They would not hesitate to hold you in their claws and use you." He sighed. "You are a bright and beautiful elf, the Imperials would sell you to the Thalmor, and Ulfric... Merciful Mara... I cannot begin to think what he would do to you..." Another sigh escaped his lips as he looked down at the svelted elf kneeled before him. Oh she was so fragile, so lithe in her expression, but she was her own person. She was the dragonborn, and as much as he wished to keep her safe he understood it was in her nature. "But you are right... You are an adult woman now."

Mingyue's face softened, and a small smirk appeared on her lips.

"But please, Dragonborn, promise me something."

He closed his eyes, then ran a hand over his platinum beard.

"Promise me you will stay far away from the Stormcloaks. Far away from Ulfric."

#idk if ill post the full chapter bc yes #jarl balgruuf #balgruuf the greater #oc: mingyue caerhan #skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #elder scrolls skyrim #the elder scrolls #tes v skyrim #skyrim oc #ldb #skyrim ldb #the last dragonborn #last dragonborn #whiterun #tes v #tes v oc #elder scrolls oc #elder scrolls fanfiction

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WIP Wednesday 💛

Hehehe, Wednesday is here again and I am feeling very excited because after a few weeks of doing drawings instead of writing, I've started getting back into the swing of things with writing! Plus it was nice to just take a break from putting words on paper, it felt refreshing re-opening my documents the other day.

I come with not one, but two snippets! One from an upcoming chapter of The Perfect Storm featuring Fjora and Sorik, two of my beloved Whiterun Guards, the other from the first chapter of As a leaf would scatter to the wind, which as of yet hasn't been posted (though I'm nearly there in getting it done, I hope!) featuring my dragonborn Aevra 😊

Tagging @thequeenofthewinter, @throughtrialbyfire, and anyone who wants to post a WIP! No obligations, of course :)

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Snippet 1:

“Aren’t you going out into the festivities? It’s the first time it’s been held in years, and you’re cooped up in here...”

A quill, thankfully not one which had been dipped into ink yet, tapped against a piece of empty parchment. The quill’s owner hummed thoughtfully, then nodded. “I’ll be heading out soon, Sor. Just want to finish writing this letter to a friend, then I’ll meet you out there.”

From where they were stood in the doorway of the barracks, Sorik sighed and shook their head. “Writing to your mystery friend again, Fjora? Are they that important that you’re taking our first night off-duty since getting officially instated, on the night of your favourite festival, to write to them? Who even is it?!”

“Somebody who hates a late reply, that’s who. I’m sorry, I intended to write this earlier but with all the hubbub with the meadery and being stationed out there, I’ve barely had the chance to even think of replying until now. It’s going to ruin the fun if it’s on my mind when out in the festivities, y’know?”

Again, Sorik sighed, but went and turned around to head out. “Fine, fine... But I’m not telling you what happens if you miss out on the inevitable drunken chaos once Hulda cracks open the barrels of spiced mead. Or saving you any!”

Fjora’s lip turned up at the corner, singing out her response to the threat. “You will~”

“No I wooon’t,” Sorik mocked, attempting to match her tone. “Guard’s salary, remember? You’re getting your own drinks, and that’s if you even get out of here tonight... So hopefully, I’ll see you soon?”

“Yeah... I’ll see you later. And don't worry, I’ll drag your drunken ass back here after.”

As soon as the door shut behind them, Fjora let out a sigh and ran her hands down her face, forgetting about the quill between her fingers until she felt a stinging line down her cheek from where the point had scraped against her skin. Trying to find the words she needed was... Hard. And she had no time – she had to get the document posted no later than the next morning. No courier would be able to take it that evening, so it would have to be then.

Taking a deep breath, she dipped the nib into her ink, and brought the quill to the paper.

Whiterun has mostly been quiet since I took on guard duties. Numbers are thin and wages crap meagre, but the Jarl has been finding funds to try and bolster numbers somehow? Probably raised taxes, but I won’t assume. Training was rather curious though – nothing like what I went through under you. The Dragonborn has been assisting in carrying it out, I was selected as part of the group put under her tutelage. She has a unique way with weapons, conjuring them as opposed to carrying them around. Prefers wielding two swords, though can wield both a battleaxe and a bow. She can look vulnerable and unarmed, then have her weapons drawn on you in an instant. She’s also rather intimidating when angry, the best way that I can put it is that you can feel the magic around her like pinpricks against your skin whilst the air that you breathe turns thick, as though you’re choking on it. But she’s otherwise calm and measured. Doesn't take much to get her to snap though. She lets the Jarl's eldest son watch the training she carries out too, I think she's got a soft spot for the boy or something. Otherwise, though I have been stationed in Dragonsreach on occasion since officially being named a guard, I have mostly been situated on the roads outside the city. There’s a cluster of farms out there which have recently been plagued by skeevers in what has turned out to be some sort of convoluted plot to take over the local meadery. It involved attempting to poison the residents of Dragonsreach, including the Jarl and Dragonborn, at some sort of planned mead tasting. Did I mention in a previous report that the Dragonborn has hidden behind the Jarl like a coward relocated to Dragonsreach as a security measure? I am going to put in the request to be stationed in Dragonsreach more frequently in the hopes that I can provide you with more information about the Jarl in future correspondence. As I have been able to establish something akin to a friendship? rapport with the Dragonborn, I may be able to use her to pull some strings. Sorik is also none the wiser. It is difficult concealing this from my friend, but I will not allow our friendship to jeopardise my mission. -F.

Fjora read and reread what she had written, almost certain that she would get a bollocking in her response over her level of formality and scribbles in what was meant to be an official report, but she didn’t really care. Something was better than nothing, and between her guard shifts and needing to sleep, time had not been on her side. Plus, the festival meant that this was the quietest the barracks had been in weeks.

Letting out a satisfied sigh, she folded the parchment, grabbed the envelope which had been set aside waiting, and inserted her message before sealing it. She then grabbed a book from under her bunk – knowing full well that nobody would dare touch a woman’s copy of Thief of Virtue, and slotted it between the pages. All she had to do in the morning was pull it back out, and get it in the hands of the first courier she could see on her way to her patrol route near the Battle-Born farm.

Snippet 2:

An Altmer slowly stumbled out of the foliage, and even in the looming darkness, he looked to have been worse for wear. Scrapes covered his skin, his robes were in tatters, and his eye looked swollen and bruised.

As Aevra approached the injured elf, the axe which was in her hand fell to the ground with a light thud. She was glad that she had let that happen, because mere moments later he keeled forward, a pained whine slipping from his lips as she caught him before he hit the ground.

Croaking quietly, the elf looked up at her, then forced a slight smile in her direction. "Y… You aren't one of them…"

"One of who, exactly?"

A painful sounding cough escaped his lips, followed by a weak groan. "Bandits. I was ambushed… The ruins nearby, Bthalft, had been taken over as I was… investigating. Barely escaped with my life."

Aevra frowned. Bandits in the vicinity of the camp was not good – she needed to inform the General and the Legate in charge of both that and the elf's presence… plus there was the chopped firewood which she needed to get moved.

"You don't look capable of moving right now. Are you okay to remain here for a few moments? I need to let my superiors-"

"No. I just… need a moment to catch my breath. Then I can heal myself and be on my way… Just needed somewhere safe to do so."

Once more, she felt her mouth being tugged downward at that statement, but she felt the sincerity in his words. As such, she helped him with sitting in the grass, before returning to her dropped axe and picking it up. There was a slight chime from behind her, in the direction from the elf, accompanied by a faint golden glow – distinctly that of a healing spell.

Deciding that there simply wasn't enough light to chop what remained of the wood in a reasonably safe manner, she picked up the small log she had been about to chop with her spare hand and tossed it back onto the pile needing to be cut, then meandered over to the pile of wood which had been chopped. It would take two or three trips to get it all to their appropriate destinations across camp… perhaps she could ask for assistance from one of the others when she brought in the first load.

"Ah… finally, much better."

She turned around, and noticed that the elf had indeed healed himself, had stood up, and was now dusting off his robes, tutting at the tears which were in the fabric.

Aevra pursed her lips together as she took a moment to look at the elf and take in his appearance in the dim light. The robes that he was wearing… they were awfully familiar. Unsettlingly so. When she realised what they were, she had to try to conceal the building anxiety which was forming in the pits of her stomach. Only one organisation came to mind at the sight of dark robes detailed in gold. She'd killed numerous wearing the same back in the Great War, and no doubt worked with just as many since. It was impossible not to recognise it. "You… You're a member of the Thalmor, aren't you?" And another, unspoken question lingered in her mind – just how did he get jumped by mere bandits? The Thalmor were very much prone to bragging of their capabilities…

A quiet snort came from the elf as he approached her, and placed a hand on her shoulder. "That I am."  Slowly, the corner of his lips turned up. "And you..."

#*consumes snippet happily* #i haven't the slightest idea what fics these are but im BOLTING to read them! #skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #tes #tes v skyrim #tes v #others ocs

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WIP Wednesday: The Eagle

Venus: Rikke, I must tell you something.

Rikke: *worried* Yes?

Venus: The way I would 🦆 him.

Rikke: ...

Venus: It is not even funny. I am a ride he wouldn't survive. The wheels would come right off.

Rikke: Lady Venus it is a painting.

Venus: The velocity with which I would rip off his toga and 🦆 him would be unparalleled.

Rikke: *traumatized*

#fic: the crimson heart of the dragonborn #ldb x general tullius #general tullius art #general tullius x ldb #general tullius #wip #wip art #art wip #wip wednesday #skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #elder scrolls skyrim #the elder scrolls #tes v skyrim #imperial legion

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In honor of the boops

#Skyrim #General Tullius #Elder scrolls #gif animation #boop #kitty cat boop

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If you’re gonna simp for old, intolerable men, at least do it right.

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Those Who Have Looked Into The Eyes Of The Dragonborn Claim To Have Seen Sovngarde In Them.

A shitty power grid can't stop me from serving

KICK-STARTING MATRIARCH MONDAYS WITH VIGDIS AGAIN

@oblivions-dawn

#matriarch draws your ocs #vigdis my beloved #skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #elder scrolls skyrim #the elder scrolls #tes v skyrim #skyrim oc #ldb #skyrim ldb #the last dragonborn #last dragonborn #other peoples ocs #art for others #oc fanart

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Reblogging because Jack STILL HAS MY HEART

Drabble - Jack and Silrie

These are my two oldest ocs. I made them when I was eleven or twelve, and some lovely art brought them to the forefront of my mind again today. Here's a brief drabble, please keep in mind I write neither frequently nor with good formatting.

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Together they lived in the imperial prison, separated by stone and iron in a way that although they were mere feet apart, they hadn't looked at each other since their arrest five years ago on a too-sunny day. In that time, each new face she saw belonged to a cast of shifty-eyed guards or the rotation they supervised of dejected convicts with their hands bound as they passed by. It was a miserable life. She felt every excruciating second in her blood and in her bones. Sometimes she envied the mortality of her brother, because it meant his imprisonment would end before hers.

Or so they thought.

Silrie sniffed as she pulled the strap to her vambrace. It went taut in her hand but left a gap between the leather and her skin. Light from the sky filtered through clouds and cast the entire world - not just a strip of it - in whimsical white-blue light.  "Lost a lot of weight in there," she muttered. Her only reply was the sound of rushing water.  She fiddled more with her armor-straps before she looked sharply up.

"I mean, it might help if this was tailored," she ventured. 

Still, there was no reply. 

Jack was crouched on the dock with his hand pressed against the boards, staring blankly across the currents. Silrie could only see a portion of his face. The corners of his lips had turned down. Somehow she always imagined he would be happier to see her. Or the sky. 

His hair was greasy in the light and in their years of imprisonment his skin had grown pale, as, she was sure, had hers. Where once there were sunspots decorating his body like stars now were gentle specks of dust caught in the sun's rays. His face was full of lines that didn't used to be there. Silrie knew they weren't all from age. 

She pushed herself up and swayed, vision fading in and out in tandem with the pressure of her blood, her cheeks feeling cold and hot at the same time. There was pain building behind her eyes. Maybe it was because they weren't accustomed to seeing so much. She took a few steps before collapsing cross-legged next to her brother on the damp, dirty wood. He didn't acknowledge her. 

Nervously she tapped her fingertips against her knees.  "Hope you're not gonna bathe in there." She nodded towards the water.

For a few seconds it looked like Jack wasn't going to respond, but then he turned his head and grinned. "Shit water is better than what they gave us, " His lips were cracked. 

He never used to sound this way. Never used to look at her like this. She sucked in a stilted breath. "I know." 

On the opposite shore there was a white, decayed structure with fallen pillars and crumbled stone. Overrun by bandits, no doubt. Guards would be swarming the place if it weren't. She squinted and followed a little green dot moving across the landscape. It looked like an argonian. 

Silrie breathed in and pushed herself up by her thighs. "Alright! We can do better than shit water. Get up, brother." She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to his feet, holding him steady when he stumbled even though her body, too, was weak. His lashes fluttered and he swayed like he was drunk, but she knew better. They made their way off the dock arm-in-arm and started off along the bank, their ancient, raggedy boots squelching on the damp ground. 

After a moments' effort, Jack spoke up. "You think they'll miss us?" he asked. There was a clarity materializing in his eyes. Silrie thought the fresh air might be helping him. 

She glanced up at the sky. The sun was getting ready to set. "Who, Andoril?" she replied, "I daresay he's fine without us."

Her brother's gaze darkened. "I meant the guards. Valen." 

"Valen hated you." 

She jumped back as a figure leaped, hissing and clicking, out from the water. At first she caught a grey-brown color and creeping, slender legs, and she thought it was a spider, but then Jack's foot sailed out of nowhere and stomped the creature so hard it became half-buried in the mud. There, she could see its jagged claws as though rising from the filth. When Jack pulled away there was a meaty, bloody crack in the center of its exoskeleton where his boot was before. They both regarded the mudcrab as it twitched and spasmed, beady eyes pointed towards the heavens, then went STILL.

And then they moved on, blinking together against the sunlight. The Imperial City wasn't far.

#tesblr #tes #JACK I LOVE YOU #the elder scrolls #other peoples ocs

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Oh how I adore living on an island where the electric grid just HATES my little village. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WRITE FANFICTION, MUCH LESS EXIST IN THIS DAMNED HEAT?!

ISTG I'll move to a deserted mountain in Alaska. No heat, no shortages, just vibes.

#matriarch has no friends #or maybe to russia #oymyakon wouldn't try to boil me

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WIP: The Dragon's Son

*slaps head* "This sad boy can offer so much character development to the cast"

Ik he doesn't look like it but this depressed boy is supposed to be 14. 💀 I'll baby-fy him later I swear.

#fic: the dragonborn conqueror #skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #elder scrolls skyrim #the elder scrolls #tes v skyrim #skyrim oc #ldb #skyrim ldb #the last dragonborn #last dragonborn #wip #art wip #oc artwork #work in progress #wip wednesday