#Ondolemar fanfic

[orfeoarte]

Ondolemar reads "The Gentleman's Guide..."

(And is very concerned by it) I got encouraged on Discord to write this!

In his hands was a confiscated cultural element, archived under N-SK-61. Fifth of Rain's Hand, he opened the small booklet and flipped through the pages, wrinkling his nose at the simplicity evidenced by each passing word within them.

To Ondolemar it was plainly obvious that Imperials, though they may fancy themselves more refined than the frankly undignified Nords, were merely dregs of a more adorned breed.

"Why is it that recognizing Talos worship requires me to familiarize myself with—"

A passage interrupted his talking out loud. A welcome diversion, if incendiary.

There it was; a reference to courting married women. Indeed, these Men did not respect the sacrosanct institution of Mara. Their sole concern lied with making more of themselves, populating the world with their unpleasant filth at a rate so alarming most of his justiciars had been alive to see doubled.

That Mannish invention of the census, ever so troubling...

Back to the book he went, his elegant hands controlled by his slowly speeding breath, shaking as word by offensive word imprinted into his mind.

No mention of proper courting, of lineage consideration, no mention of extramarital agreements signed by both families. No mention of... anything constitutive of high culture. That reading, more than an exercise in augmenting his recognition, was dousing alcohol on the open flame of his disgust.

He closed the book shut and growled, leaving it on the slanted desk. Talking to his friend would perhaps help, that odd Mer he had met in the embassy, as primitive as she was.

When he turned around, the book wasn't there anymore, and he swore the room now smelled of wet dog. Ondolemar sighed.

More proof that reading Mannish writing caused psychic decay.

#tesblr #tes fanfic #ondolemar #skyrim #thalmor #skyrim fanfic #oc: saathel #orfeoarte #my writing #fanficblr

[skyrim-forever]

I'm only happy when I'm with you Part 2: I will grow to love you even more

It's a holiday miracle! I am writing again! I repeat I am writing again!!! I'm happy to share part 2 of one of my Ondolemar/Dragonborn fics <3 AO3 link and snippet posted below :) MDNI

Words: 1629

Rating: M (Smut and Fluff)

Pairing: Ondolemar/Dragonborn (Theodora)

Hjerim was a large property and Ondolemar found himself unsure where her bedroom was. Thankfully before he can go in the wrong direction, Theodora removes her lips from his long enough to speak. “Forward, up the stairs.” Ever thankful for her instruction, he practically runs up the stairs, to find her bed, a sleigh bed of nordic design that he places her on; sitting up with her legs over the foot of the bed. “Gods, I’ve missed you.” He removes his gloves as she kicks her boots off to the side before her hands are on him again. With the mission of getting him out of his robes quicker. “The feeling is mutual.” The commander’s hands find her armour, removing piece by piece, with their respective uniforms pooling on the ground beneath them. Now that they are both bare, Theodora takes the initiative and pushes the Altmer onto her bed. “Ah, so you would like to do the hard work tonight?” He shoots her smug expression. Theodora moves to straddle his legs. “Well you, did come all this way” Her hands run down his chest “it would be a shame to make you work as well.” Ondolemar lets out a slight moan as she shifts her weight, grinding into him. “But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna make it easy this time.” Theodora shoots him a sultry look, one Ondolemar counters with a look of his own. “You’ve never made it easy for me” His hands find her thighs and she shivers at his touch, hands still cold from the streets of Windhelm. “Forgive me for not submitting so easily Commander.” The use of his title causes another moan to erupt from him. “Then I’ll have to make you” 

#skyrim #tesblr #my fanfic #skyrim fanfic #Ondolemar #dragonborn #ondolemar/dragonborn #ondolemar/theodora #oc: theodora #mdni #smut #there's plot here #yeah there's def a bit of plot

[ladytanithia]

Writing WIP Wednesday

Better late than never! Tagged by @dirty-bosmer, @mareenavee, @skyrim-forever, and @thequeenofthewinter. That leaves only one friend who shares their writing, so @gwilin-stay-winnin - tag, you're it!

I've only got the first two paragraphs of Chapter 15 of Best-Laid Plans done so far, so that's what I'll share. Short and relatively sweet. Because Erik.

*****

It was after midnight when Miranja stole back to the Silver-Blood Inn. Ondolemar had allowed her to bathe in his quarters before leaving, so at least she didn’t have to worry about not waking Erik when she returned to their shared room. This liaison with Ondolemar had been much different than the first one. The memory of him having her in a way that no one else as yet had still made her nethers throb, even though she had been well sated. She hoped that she would have more opportunities to meet with him on future visits to Markarth.

The weariness from the eventful and stressful day had seeped in by the time she reached the inn. Erik was already asleep, as she had hoped, but not on the bed, as she had expected. Bless his chivalrous young heart; he had made his bed on the floor and spread her bedroll on the stone bed in anticipation of her return. A single candle flickered steadily and turned his tousled hair to gold as she smiled affectionately down on him. He snored quietly, and she had to resist the urge to stroke his braid between her fingers. She stepped over him carefully and stripped down to her smalls once she was on the bed, rolling up her dress to use as a second pillow.

#skyrim #elder scrolls #tesblr #fanfic #ao3 #tanithia writes #miranja #erik #ondolemar #markarth #slutty dragonborn

[mareenavee]

Criminal asks! *grabby hands*

8, 15, and 22 please :)

Maple!! I was half wondering if you'd made this ask game before I saw the actual post this morning LOL. They seem like your kind of discussions, and I'm here for it.

Thank you for these!

From this caustic ask game right here.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

We're all entitled to our opinions, but I refuse to believe Ondolemar actually wants to be a Thalmor. He does some real RIEKLING BEHAVIOR SHIT in the Embassy for you if you get some bard or whatever arrested for their Talos-flavored nonsense. (Please, I hate this quest as much as the next person. I'm definitely live and let live ambivalent about Talos nonsense.) Granted, to get him to help here, you yourself have to not be a [redacted] idiot with the vocabulary of a Riekling yourself. :>

If he agrees to help you, then you get this gem of a conversation five feet from Elenwen, who is, presumably his superior:

Ondolemar: "How dare you speak of the Thalmor in such a disgusting manner!" Razelan: "What? I didn't... hmm? No listen, you must have misunderstood... I would never openly insult your... that is to say..." Ondolemar: "Your insults and provocations have gone far enough! I'd kill you where you stand if I wasn't bound by my oath as an officer of the Aldmeri Dominion."

This is Riekling Behavior. It is Causing Problems On Purpose for some [redacted] just because they helped with a simple quest he could have definitely thrown his power around to accomplish without thievery and tomfoolery.

To my eye he wanted to see if you, the player, were willing to throw away all reason to help him, and do so without getting your ass caught and thrown in jail. He needs people who can manage simple tasks without getting the entire government involved so he can trust you in the future. For what? Very out of character to LET IN RANDOM PEOPLE to secret Thalmor business in a secret Thalmor unjoinable faction.

He does not want to be part of this and/or is trying to do something about them. Bet. (Anyway thanks for coming to my TES talk.)

15. That one thing you see in fanart all the time

Hmm. I am usually in awe of fanart to be perfectly honest. But I suppose, and this is likely my very Aro/Ace brain, if I see a lot of fanart of pairings of OC/NPC, and I can't tell what the OC's deal is outside of who they are paired with -- ie, set aside, they have no personality at all on their own, then I'm going to be a little less likely to give the art attention. I want to know who the characters are, not just who they're [redacted.] Ya know what I mean? Sorry that's pretty blunt but it's true. I think this is why my favorite fanart is from or for people whose characters are part of a larger work -- ie a comic or a fanfiction. So I can understand the character.

This is specifically about fanart of pairings with no story other than x OC is with x NPC, that's it, that's their story. I am usually still in awe of just OC artwork, or just NPCs. And yeah there's always going to be exceptions but the question brought to mind maybe three artists I find myself bored of seeing work from LOL out of the hundreds I do love to follow.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

...Am I allowed to say Athis here?

Okay so. I don't think I have to defend him to you, Maple lol (: But for others who may be out of the loop -- we stan a good Athis and we just want him to make something of his life. Yes, yes.

Anyway he exists. He's that one elf dude in the Companions? That one, yes. He was a shell of a character, yes, in Vanilla. He also looks a bit... We'll just keep our opinions on the vanilla art direction to ourselves in this case. Anyway it's little wonder he's been ignored...

But yes, please, you're ignoring a favorite bean, friends. Write more Athis. I don't even care how you write him, but please. Join me in the tag. LOL he deserves attention.

I picked him for World because he was a shell character and due to the project I've become enamored of all the iterations that could be. So ... join me in the brain rot. Yes, thank you.

#AskMareena #choose violence ask game #tes #tesblr #ondolemar #athis #riekling behavior! lol #elder scrolls #skyrim fanfic #fanficblr

[lillxart]

A little fanfiction treat!

I was in an Ondolemar mood so I decided to post this quickly on A03, the chapters are completed but the entire work itself is not. I won't be revisiting it until I actually get to Snow White's relationship in Snow White's story as the Dragonborn (which currently being written).

I just did this to keep me motivated -p- and because I've been pretty emotional the past month and needed to vent. Please for the love of Akatosh read the tags.

#elder scrolls #skyrim #tes v skyrim #oc #elder scrolls oc #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #vent post #vent fic #ondolemar

[storybook-fairy]

Empire - Female Dovahkiin | Dragonborn/Ondolemar

Empire by StorybookFairy 

Fandom: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Rating: Explicit

Relationships:

Female Dovahkiin | Dragonborn/Ondolemar

Meet Kit, an imperial Dragonborn. Her story, told from multiple POVs, weaves a tale of loss, love and friendships forged. It touches on the strength that lies hidden in the most valiant of hearts, and the trials that must be overcome in order to defeat the forces that threaten the very foundations of her world, her home, her family. The family she was given, the family she has chosen—those brave souls that will march at her side, unwavering in their purpose as they face their doom with nothing but absolute faith and the will to do better—to be better.

#Skyrim #Elder Scrolls Skyrim #kaidan skyrim #ondolemar #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction

[gaqalesqua]

Evanya has retrieved a relic for the Thalmor that’s said to bring bad luck for its victims.

In hindsight, Ondolemar should have asked what kind of bad luck. 

#Patreon #Skyrim #fanfiction #ondolemar #female dragonborn #female altmer dragonborn #skyrim fanfiction #skyrim fanfic #skyrim fic #nsft

[stephobrien]

New Skyrim Fanfiction - Your Truth Cannot Stand

Hey, guys, I just dropped my new Skyrim fanfic on my website and AO3! Here's the synopsis:

Ondolemar had spent his whole life believing that hunting down heretics and enemies of the Thalmor was a service to the gods. He never imagined that one strange Khajiit could throw everything he thought he knew into question, and send him on a quest for truth that would end with him trapped in a torture chamber.

You can read it on my website here.

Go here to read it on AO3.

This story ended up being a very personal piece with a lot of timely themes. If you want to know more about what inspired me to write it, the behind-the-scenes info is under the cut. :)

Of all the characters I would've expected to latch onto my mind and not let go until I wrote his story, Ondolemar from Skyrim was NEVER on the list. Erandur, sure - he's friendly, interesting, and complex, with an intriguing backstory and a lot of dialogue. There's a reason I have a partly-finished story about him in my WIPs. But Ondolemar? The leader of the Thalmor Justiciars, whose job is to arrest people for their faith? The arrogant religious fanatic Elven supremacist with just a handful of spoken lines and NO backstory beyond what we can guess from his rank? WTF? It's Tumblr and YouTube's fault. They introduced me to a few voice lines I'd never heard before, because I'd never helped him arrest a guy for worshiping Talos.

After the hostility, condescension, insults and murder attempts I'd gotten from pretty much every other Thalmor I'd ever encountered, I was surprised to find out that: 1. If you've helped him, Ondolemar greets you as "my friend," no matter what race you're playing as. 2. If you've helped him AND you have a high enough speech skill, you can get him to cause a distraction for you during a party. In the Thalmor Embassy, no less. He'll even lie to Elenwen for you. 3. When his distraction gets an innocent human in trouble, he'll immediately take the blame for the incident rather than get said human thrown out of the party, despite his belief in Elven superiority and his moon-sized ego. This, and the fact that he seeks proof before arresting a "heretic", is a surprising contrast to the Justiciars who label you a heretic and try to kill you just because they don't like you. (Sure, you could argue that he isn't legally ALLOWED to arrest Ogmund without proof, but the Thalmor have no problem trying to have the Dragonborn illegally assassinated, so clearly extralegal options aren't off the table for the people Ondolemar works for.) 4. Sometimes he'll comment, "There are so few pleasures in life as fine as your company" - once again, regardless of what race you are. And if you think it's because he's a skilled manipulator, clearly you haven't heard his other voice lines. If you want a brutally honest opinion from a Thalmor officer about the Empire or the political situation, he's the place to find it. This dumbass has precious little filter between his mouth and brain. 5. Whether you've helped him or not, he is happy to chat with you, both in Markarth and at the party. He also seems very sincerely focused on the religious aspects of the Talos ban and the civil war, whereas the other Thalmor make me suspect that it's more of a means to a political end. Combine all of that with my observation that Talos' shrines and amulets follow the same game mechanics as the implements of the divines that the Thalmor recognize, and it made me wonder what would happen if this unusually friendly Justiciar were to be told - VERY tactfully - about the evidence that his faction might be lying to him about a matter of religion. Over a century of indoctrination, his whole self-flattering worldview, and the risk of being killed for questioning his totalitarian government, vs. the evidence. FIGHT. When I first started writing, I'd expected it to be one quick conversation that I just wanted to get out of my head and onto the screen. But then it grew. And grew. I saw a picture of Ondolemar being captured, and I felt that would bring a great new level of emotional tension to the story. So I added it in. While I was writing a scene in which Ondolemar tried to defend his point of view, I realized I was knocking down a strawman. So I looked deeper into the lore about the Thalmor and their rationale and goals. And the story grew some more. Next thing I knew, I'd written almost 35,000 words about a character I never thought I'd give a crap about, and gotten into his head far deeper and more effortlessly than I'd ever thought I would. And the story was still growing. I never would have guessed that he would be a character who practically wrote himself, but he is, and I thoroughly enjoyed writing him.

#Ondolemar #Skyrim #Skyrim fanfic #Ondolemar fanfic #TES #TES fanfiction #Ondolemar fanfiction #Skyrim fanfiction #hurt comfort fic #angst #hurt/comfort #Your Truth Cannot Stand #YourTruthCannotStand

[venomousvelvet]

Ondolemar fics

I cannot recollect what this fanfic was called but ondolemar falls in love with a Breton thief. He orders her to find Ogmund’s amulet but she don’t give it to him? Does anyone know which fic I’m talking about? I thought it was on Ao3 but I cant find it.

#skyrim #ondolemar #ondolemar fanfic #ondolemar fanfiction #thalmor #the elder scrolls

[thalmor-banjo]

I thought I'd share this little bullshit snippet. I'm taking a break from like all other forms of social media, but felt bad because I haven't posted any original content in what feels like agesssssssss.

So, here we are! It's a piece I wrote a long time ago (think before December) for Cerrebryn and Ondolemar. His voice is like really good in this one??? Like normally I write him with an American accent (cause that's what I have and I'm lazy), but writing him in the BBC accent (forget what it's called, see above description: lazy) worked like really well? I'll warn you though, it was just a little blurb the brain worm was niggling at me to write so it ain't the best. Anyway, here's Wonderwall.

Calcelmo Gets A Date

Cerrebryn skipped up the stairs. Dinya Balu had sent her to Markarth. Her mission? Spreading Mara’s message. It was midday, yet her target was still at work. He never seemed to rest or eat. Aicantar shot her a warning glance as she walked up to his uncle. She tapped on his shoulder and waited.

After a moment, he answered, “Yes, yes, what do you need? I’m a very busy man.” She grinned, “Calcelmo of Markarth?” He flapped a hand impatiently at his enchanting table, “I have no time for such pleasantries.” “I’ve been sent by Lady Mara.” His demeanor instantly changed. The wizard turned, joy sparking in his amber eyes, “I was beginning to worry you’d never arrive. Come, take a walk with me.” They left Ancarion behind in a stupor.

He led her up the nearby tower and took a seat on a spindly stool. “I hope you’ll excuse an old man’s paranoia. I’ve been thinking about her quite a bit. Do you know Faleen?” He said her name like a prayer, devotion obvious even in his tone. “The Jarl’s Housecarl?” Calcelmo nodded, “Yes. She is a beauty like none other. Even the fairest maidens of Alinor could never compare.” Noticing he was rambling, he coughed and continued, “My trouble is, I can’t seem to speak around her. My mouth goes dry and I begin shaking...or maybe that’s the side effects of prolonged exposure to Aetherium? An interesting thought, but I digress.” Cerrebryn sighed, a familiar Thalmor face flashing through her mind, “I understand. Is there anything you can talk about?” The old man shook his head wearily, “Faleen can turn on you fast as a sabercat if you bring up the wrong topic. I’ve seen it happen.” “Is there anyone she’s close to that we can talk with?” His brow furrowed, “Only one, Yngvar. Would you speak to him for me?” She nodded tiredly and left. It was strange how she was also roped into these matters.

She stepped out into the waning sunlight and stretched. Cerrebryn snorted. Mara had sent her on a quest to heal the broken hearts of Skyrim, yet she had one as well. It seemed like the divines had a sense of irony at least. It could never happen anyway. The Thalmor were an order of warriors famed for their rigidity and focus on pure-blooded breeding. Shaking her head, she dispelled those notions and kept walking.

Yngvar was resting against the side of a bridge, picking his teeth with a dagger. “Do you know what Faleen likes?” He glanced up at her, danger dancing in his eyes, “What’s it to you?” “I have a mission from the temple of Mara.” “Is that some roundabout way of saying you fancy her?” She paused, debating whether she should reveal Calcelmo’s affections, “Not me, but a friend.” He smiled slyly, “I see. Don’t tell anyone I said this, but I’m glad; Faleen needs a little warmth. Her soft spot is poetry.” Cerrebryn thanked him, turning to leave. After two steps he called out, “You know, I was trained as a bard.” She pivoted and he continued, “I’ve got an old poem for a lady from Rorikstead. I could change it...if you’ve got the coin.” “How much?” “Two hundred.” She easily removed the Septims from her pouch and handed them to the brute. “Let me write it down so you won’t forget.” Yngvar scratched away at the paper with his bit of charcoal. Cerrebryn had pulled out Lydia’s latest letter from home. “Who is this poem from?” She stopped reading, “Calcelmo.” He laughed, “That sly old codger.” Finished, the poem traded hands, “Tell him I wish his endeavor luck.”

The sun had set while she was outside, and all the torches were being lit across the city and into the Keep. Edging around one of the guards assigned with the job, she skipped up to the dias. Faleen immediately tensed, but relaxed when she realized who it was. Raerek grinned at her, always the kindest person in the Keep. “Can I help you, young one?” She shook her head, hair becoming a bit disheveled, and chirped, “Nope! Just here to drop something off for Faleen!” The Redguard woman glanced up suddenly when the folded sheet was thrust into her hand. “Apologies if some of it is smudged, I-” The other woman opened the paper and read it. Then, she ripped a sheet of parchment off a shelf and began scribbling rapidly with a fresh quill. The steward and Jarl exchanged nervous glances, but they went unseen.

When she turned around, Faleen’s eyes were filled with stars. “Would you mind delivering this for me?” She sighed softly at the end of her sentence and Cerrebryn giggled behind her hand. Taking the paper, she left, announcing, “Off I go!” She walked with haste, this time bumping into the object of her affections. The Thalmor’s large hands caught her around the waist, preventing what would have been a nasty fall, “Cerrebryn, what is the meaning-” She plucked his arms (she swooned on the inside, realizing they were corded with muscle) off her body, and sheepishly smiled back at him as she ran off, “Sorry Ondolemar! I’ve got a delivery to make!”

In truth, she would have liked to spend a millennium in those arms. But, she was on an errand that shouldn’t be delayed. Matters of the heart are things of the now, not of the thousand years later. The woman ran through the tunnel, nearly tripping on a stray piece of rubble. Calcelmo was sitting on a bench, deeply immersed in examining a chip of Aetherium. She skidded to a stop at his feet, puffing, “From...Faleen...” Aicantar stared at the odd pair. The conjurer ripped it out of her hand and shot to his feet, “This is...fantastic! If you’ll excuse me, I must go see Faleen.” And with that, he ran out of the workshop. Frankly, he was faster than she had thought he could go.

Cerrebryn trailed behind him, still a bit winded. He continued running, straight up to the Housecarl. She peeked around the dias’s corner, like a child. Igmund’s brows had raised in surprise, but Raerek just continued serenely smiling. Calcelmo fidgeted, his large frame towering over the smaller woman. “Faleen...I...” She captured his hand with her own, “Shhh, no need for words...I never realized you were so nuanced.” He stared down at her, then clutched their joined hands to his heart, “I love you.” She smiled radiantly, “So I hear. Come here, you.” Then, using her warrior’s strength, she dipped him and joined their lips. Igmund stared at his steward, eyes bulging, a mix of surprise and slight horror plain across his features. Raerek simply shrugged.

Cerrebryn grinned, glad they were happy. Helping Dinya and the Temple was rewarding and worth any long trips zigzagging the province. Someone was sneaking nearer to her. The only warning was a rustle of robes and a whiff of Dragon’s Breath. The air above her ear warmed with his breath. “Was that your doing?” She glanced back at Ondolemar and her lips quirked upwards in a slight grin, “Dinya sent me on a mission. I just had to!” He sighed, “Must you fix everything?” Her grin widened a bit, “You know me. Everyone deserves a happy ending.” Ancarion wandered in, disgust and shock warring on his face at the sight of his uncle and the Housecarl locking lips. The couple split apart, Raerek clapping lightly. He stumbled back to the workshop with a befuddled expression.

His chest brushed against her back as he leaned in further, “Except you, right?” She bit her lip a bit at the slight huskiness of his voice. It was surely unintentional but made him all the more attractive. “I’ll get mine eventually. After all, there’s still nearly three hundred years left for me. If it takes two hundred seventy-five, at least I helped some folks!” Ondolemar chuckled lightly, changing the subject entirely, “Could I speak with you outside Dibella’s temple at midnight?” Cerrebryn nearly fainted. Was he asking to have a courtship meeting?! She quickly chastised herself. No, a “superiorly bred mer” wouldn’t sully himself with someone who wasn’t a purebred Alinor maiden. The woman nodded happily anyway, excited, “It’s a date!”

#elder scrolls #ondolemar #fanfic #quest rewrite #i'm so sorry #hope you enjoy #skyrim

[estormoandbrynn-blog]

It wasn’t until they realized they had arrived during the celebration of Saturalia. Brynn saw some individuals preparing the food stands along with some wine and ale stands. She spoke up saying “It wouldn’t hurt for us to take a break and have a little fun.” Ancarion smiled a bit and replied “I concur.” Some musicians came out and began to play their music on their drums and flutes while the citizens began to drink, talk and dance. Brynn didn’t exactly want to get into all of that so she just observed from the side. Her group seemed to have the same idea. She looked at them and said “Come on guys, go have fun. Let loose some.” Estormo moved closer to her and said in a lower tone of voice so only she could hear “I have an idea of fun that involves just you and me.” Brynn went wide eyed for a moment and began to giggle. He then got a sensual looking smile on his face. Ancano spoke saying “I will not associate with these insects. I’m only here for you.” Ondolemar said “I will not associate with these Talos worshippers either.” Brynn sighed feeling a little down. Ancarion returned after getting some wine. Even the Thalmor Justiciar appeared to be enjoying himself at least after downing some wine. Now her group was retreating back to her and staying close to her.

#skyrim #modded #thalmor #fanfic #estormo #estormoandbrynn #ancarion #ancano #ondolemar

[skyrim-forever]

Me before doing the quest for Ondolemar: Man fuck Markarth this city is SHIT

Me after Ondolemar says "there are few pleasures in life as fine as your company": *giggles, twirling my hair, on my way to the Undertone Keep* Hehehe where is my husband <3

#skyrim #tesblr #uh oh she's thirst-posting again #ondolemar #love ondo so <3 #love is stored in the non romancable skyrim npc #I can't fix him #but I can sure fuck him #in my silly little fanfics one of my ocs does fix him

[ladytanithia]

WIP just because

Ondolemar lovers? Got a teaser for the next chapter (14) of The Best-Laid Plans.

@skyrim-forever @thequeenofthewinter @mareenavee @dirty-bosmer @thechaosdragoness @gwilin-stay-winnin

The sun was down and the torches and braziers were lit all about town, sending up oily plumes of smoke into the misty mountain air. Glancing down toward the main street that ran parallel to the fast-running stream, she was surprised to see Erik taking a walk with the pretty young woman from the inn. She shrank back away from the railing before they could notice her, and hurried on, the amulet growing heavier in her pocket.

She asked a guard where to find the justiciar’s quarters; he asked with suspicion what her purpose was for seeing him.

“I’ve found something that I believe belongs to him.” The lie burned on her tongue. It was a half-truth, really; she had found something he’d asked for, it just didn’t belong to him.

“And you want to give it to him at this time of night?”

“It’s not that late; the inn is still full of customers.”

The guard, whose eyes she couldn’t see, seemed to be evaluating the veracity of her claim, regarding her silently for a moment that stretched out uncomfortably. Finally, he gave her directions and a warning to mind her figurative pints and quarts and stay away from the jarl’s quarters.

 She had to deal with a couple more guards along the way, especially when she passed the Legate’s quarters. Of all the places she’d visited in Skyrim so far, Markarth was the most suspicious of outsiders. Even Windhelm didn’t have such an air of hidden secrets, and Windhelm had had a serial killer!

She knocked quietly on Ondolemar’s door and waited with pounding heart for him to open it. All evening she had only been focused on doing what he’d asked and having the chance to have him inside her again and get the satisfaction he had promised. Only now did she ask herself why she wanted it so badly that she was willing to incriminate an innocent man for it. Gods, was she really such a selfish bitch, thinking solely with her crotch? And what if he didn’t honor his word? What if he gave her more of the same torment he’d given her this afternoon? What if he was just taking advantage of her outrageous libido to make her a willing tool for his dirty Thalmor persecution of Talos-worshippers? What a fool she’d been… Now her heart was pounding for a different reason and she was disgusted with herself for what she’d done.

She turned to make a hasty retreat, but she’d only gotten a few steps when her shadow boldly appeared before her in the sudden spreading light from behind her as Ondolemar opened the door.

“Going somewhere, Dragonborn?” The gloating in his voice made her stomach clench.

#tanithia writes #skyrim #elder scrolls #miranja #fanfic #tesblr #ao3 #Ondolemar #Markarth #bad decisions? #slutty dragonborn #blood

[mareenavee]

From the OC asks, but I am a cheaty mc-cheat and an incorrigible crow, SO... these are for your version of Ondolemar, in your future project. Yes, I'm mean like that. Hey once an NPC is a POV, that's pretty much your OC, same rules apply. :-P 2, 14, 29 and just for fun and to balance it out, 33.

Skyrim NPC-to-OC ask for a technically-unannounced spin off fic I have brewing in the background LOL (Please feel free to ask more of these! Post is here.)

You really are an incorrigible corvid, aren't you LOL But no, thank you for this!!! Really. It's only been brewing in the back of my head, and in tiny fragments, so I really had to put some thought into these answers!!

First I'll say this fic is going to be a thing. It's not necessarily a sequel, but more of a spin off. I hinted at it in this post here.

As the ask states, this one is for Ondolemar (:

2. Do they worship any deities, be it aedra or daedra?

Maybe not worship specifically, but he does acknowledge the Aedra and not just to put on appearances. He will repeat the general Thalmor things regarding Auri-El and the other divines when he has to. He admonishes Talos when he has to, and, truthfully, he doesn't actually understand the point of that god to begin with, even without the influence of the Concordat.

He's truthfully not overly religious, really, but he feels indebted to Mara, the goddess of compassion, among other things. Without spoiling too much of the fic, one of his main goals is to help his people get out from under the thumb of the Thalmor. Considering his legacy and parentage, he could have easily been as indoctrinated as the rest of the Thalmor, but he isn't and doesn't subscribe. Something or someone cared to spare him from that or gave him the strength to be able to avoid falling into the whole thing far too deeply to get back out again.

On the other hand he finds Daedra worship repulsive, again due to backstory things that will spoil World and this fic, so I can't reveal here. (:

14. What's their morality like?

It definitely would depend on who you ask. By association with the Thalmor, a lot of people assume he's terrible and evil. He leans into this to keep up appearances, but certain characters know it's not like that at all. He might not be the kindest person on the face of Nirn, but he's got noble goals in the grand scheme of things. Those who really know him and his goals know to trust him, even in situations that would seem otherwise impossible.

The thing is, he still needs to keep up appearances in order to further his goals. Sometimes he has to do things in the name of the Thalmor he'd rather not to protect himself, because he absolutely cannot be caught. Too many lives depend on him. This can sometimes bother him, he does still have to deal with the consequences of behaving in the expected way. He likes to pretend he doesn't care and will do whatever needs to be done, but certain things will weigh on him. Imprisoning a Talos worshiper for appearances? No. But other things will be much more of a struggle for him.

29. What do they think of Skyrim politics? (Jarls, Thanes, empire, high kings, etc)

Skyrim itself is not his primary concern, personally, but because of his job and his status within the Thalmor's presence in the province, of course it has to be front and center in his mind. He needs to know the details of all of this in order to function and to keep blending in. In all, he doesn't mind the idea of Jarls governing huge swaths of lands and working together to select the most qualified High King/Queen.

He believes it could, under normal circumstances, be a decent, almost fair system, if not for general hubris and corruption that power often brings. But then again, he's used to something of a totalitarian government in what's now called Alinor. Now regarding the Empire...he's not impressed with how they've failed to stand up for its people. But he deeply, deeply understands that individual states cannot easily stand up to the Aldmeri Dominion. He knows how bad things can and will be under their complete control. So while he doesn't like the idea behind them at all, and honestly, in another life, would prefer if they'd just collapse already, he recognizes them as perhaps the last line of defense against a greater evil.

33. Do they have a specific color scheme?

WELL. We kind of know his color scheme already, at least in his Thalmor regalia, right? Black and gold. But I'll describe him more generally, I suppose, for this question.

So yes, he still wears his black and gold uniform. He's got a very warm, gilded skin tone. He's a little more on the light skin tone side, probably by virtue of being stuck in Understone Keep more hours than he'd normally prefer. In my hc, he has grown out his hair in recent years, but still keeps the sides shaved/undercut more or less. He ties it back out of his eyes, normally. I figure occasionally, he'll wear a man bun instead of a ponytail lol. Speaking of, his hair is silky, shoulder length and silvery-blonde. His beard is the same color, when he lets it grow out more than it already is. When he's in civilian attire, he'll usually wear light gray clothing. Maybe a slate blue-gray travel cloak, depending on what he's up to out of uniform, anyway.

I know this was only little glimpse of this project, but I hope it was fun to read anyway! And that there's some hype for the story, maybe? (:

#AskMareena #MareenaWrites #Skyrim #Ondolemar #Skyrim fic #skyrim fanfic #skyrim fanfiction #fic #fanfic #fanfiction

[kikisenga-blog]

Meet Niran, the half-mer with a habitual rejection of all things considered normal. Combine that with magically augmented flexibility and you get an individual with the most meme-able sleeping poses and locations. 

Ondolemar is perpetually baffled by this, since he knows Niran not only has a perfectly functional bed, but also a couch, cushioned seats, and travel bedding. And yet, 80% of the time, Niran ends up asleep on the bare, stone floor. 

--Kiki

#skyrim #ondolemar #niran #sleeping #poses #sketches #kikiart #fanfic #thalmor #story #life drawing #art

[raining-in-my-soul]

I'm going to be turning this into a slasher/villain/fandom fanfic blog!

These are the characters I'll be writing for (subject to change as I watch films/play games and currently in no particular order).

Slashers:

-Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)

-Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th)

-Michael Myers (OG and RZ- Halloween)

-Yautja (Predator) *

-Thomas Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

-Harry Warden (My Bloody Valentine)

-Asa Emory/The Collector (The Collector)

-Bo/Vincent Sinclair (House of Wax) (might do Lester if requested)

Movie Characters:

-Imhotep, Ardeth Bay, Jonathan Carnahan, Rick O'Connell (The Mummy)

-Captain Hook (Peter Pan 2003)

-Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice)

-General Hux, Darth Maul (Star Wars)

Video Games:

-All TF2 Mercs (Team Fortress 2)

-Farkas, Vilkas, Argis the Bulwark, Marcurio, Ondolemar, Ancano (Skyrim)

-Karl Heisenberg (RE8)

-Pyramid Head (Silent Hill)

-Just about anyone from RDR2 except Micah. But definitely big focus on Arthur

I will not write anything I feel uncomfortable with, which is outlined in the rules but specific asks are up to my discretion.

Allowed:

-Romantic

-Platonic

-Fluff

-Angst

-Smut

-AU

-Crossover

Not Allowed:

-Anything illegal or otherwise generally considered immoral

-Non-consensual activities

-Crossovers to a fandom I'm unfamiliar with

Formats you may request:

-Headcanons

-Oneshots

-Drabbles

-Alphabets

Feel free to send in asks or use prompts or anything your little heart's desire! And if you see a fandom I've listed but not the character you want to see, talk to me, I may make an exception for a character that isn't particularly inspiring for me, but I'm willing to write for!

All works will be character x reader and reader will either be female or gender neutral (sorry this is just what I feel comfortable writing)

*I am aware yautia are technically not slashers but I'm throwing them in anyway. Also I will take requests for specific yautia from the moves (ex: Scar, Wolf, Fugitive, etc)

#character list #rules #request