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gloomwitchwrites · 4 months

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Snowberries & Wolf Teeth

Vilkas x Farkas x Female Reader

Content & Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, kissing, F/M/M, brief mentions of Vilkas & Farkas’ beast forms, oral sex (female & male receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected piv (wrap it up irl), multiple creampie, breeding, multiple positions, possessive behavior, alcohol, brief aftercare

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At the New Life Festival during Evening Star, the Wolf Twins make their claim on you.

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Whiterun is bathed in luminous light.

Masser and Secunda are large in the night sky. Along with the two moons is an aurora of blue and green which only adds to the lights of the festival. Makeshift lamps line the streets of Whiterun. From them hang wreaths made of pine and snowberries. It’s true winter now. There is an intense chill in the air, and many within Whiterun predict that the first snowfall of the year will arrive any day.

Tonight, the citizens of Whiterun celebrate the New Light Festival. Typically, one of the major cities across Skyrim host the festival, especially where the Empire has a firm hold. Solitude is the most popular place to hold it, and while you’ve only been to the city a few times in your life, you’ve never gone during the New Light Festival.

This year, Whiterun is celebrating on its own, and the Companions are graciously allowing the festivities to be held in their mead hall, Jorrvaskr. You’ve been inside before, mostly to make an excuse to talk to Farkas or Vilkas. They both shower you with affection, and neither seems upset that the other chases after you. Sometimes, they actively pursue you together.

Will you eventually have to choose? Or are they willing to share? Is that even an acceptable outcome for either of them?

You move with the growing crowd toward Jorrvaskr. The large double doors are wide open, and from within the mead hall comes music and the rich scent of roasting meat. Many people linger around the Gildergreen or on the steps outside Jorrvaskr. Everyone is dressed in festive attire and groups of children chase each other, weaving through the crowd, giggling as they go.

As you enter Jorrvaskr, you’re immediately hit with a wall of warmth. Below, the firepit is blazing. Over it is roasting venison, chicken, and duck. Several members of the Companions stand around it, keeping an eye on the roasting meat. The doors to the courtyard are also open and the crowd spills out toward the Skyforge.

You walk along the interior wall of the mead hall, heading for the large barrels that contain mead. When you take your first sip, your body immediately warms from the bite of the alcohol. After grabbing a drink, you head for the sweets, selecting a tart to snack on while you wait for some of the meat to come off the fire.

The tart is coated with dusting sugar and syrup. It sticks to your fingers, and you’re constantly sucking on them to try and consume every sugary morsal.

From the back doors that lead out into the courtyard, you notice couples dancing. You smile, watching them move together in unison, chewing slowly on the tart as you watch them.

“Are you wanting to dance?”

You jump at the voice in your ear. Turning sharply, you laugh aloud as you realize who it is.

“You startled me, Vilkas.”

“My apologies,” he replies, retreating slightly.

While he wears his signature wolf armor, it’s all clean and polished to an immaculate shine. Over his right shoulder hangs a cloak of black. His black hair is slicked back and styled nicely. Vilkas is dressed for the occasion. He’s always been handsome to you, but this only highlights how attractive he is.

“Would you still like a dance?” he asks, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Could I have several?” you tease, delicately licking some of the sugary power off your thumb.

“As many as you wish,” he agrees, reaching out to snag your wrist. Vilkas brings your hand to his mouth, and he licks up a stray drop of syrup.

You finish the tart and mead quickly, handing off the empty mug to be cleaned. Then you slide your hand in Vilkas’, the two of you heading for the dancers. While a warrior, Vilkas does not step on your feet or mess up. He knows all the traditional dances of Skyrim, leading you through them so naturally it’s startling.

By the end of the third dance, you’re clutching your chest, a little winded but happy. His face is slightly flushed but he’s grinning widely, and you desperately wish to kiss him.

“A drink?” asks Vilkas, offering his hand.

“Please.” You slide your hand into his, and Vilkas escorts you to the doors of the mead hall.

With drinks in hand, you and Vilkas head for a quiet corner away from everyone else. You lean against the wall and Vilkas stands with his back to the room, creating a private cocoon. It’s intimate, and the closeness brings heat to your cheeks that quickly radiates outward to your limbs.

“I’ve been looking for the two of you.”

Farkas appears from behind Vilkas. He stands to Vilkas’ left, adding an extension to the cocoon. He is dressed nearly identical to Vilkas, except his hair which is loose and wild around his head. Farkas grins and you instantly melt.

Maybe it’s the mead, but you have a distinct feeling that cannot be the case. They always make every part of you tingle, usually in the most secret places, and this stepping around what you really want is starting to eat away at you. You want them, and you might as well go for it.

“It’s a little loud in here,” you reply. “Is there somewhere else we could go?” You purposefully lean into Vilkas while placing your hand on Farkas’ chest.

They both perk up. At first, they’re slightly confused, but they both realize exactly what you mean rather quickly. Vilkas’ grin is knowing and sultry, but Farkas blushes hard as he suddenly understands what you’re implying.

“This way,” nods Vilkas in the direction of the nearest set of stairs. They lead downward toward Jorrvaskr’s living quarters.

Glancing over his shoulder, Vilkas observes the room before placing his hand on your upper arm to steer you toward the stairs. Farkas follows too, creating a buffer so no one notices that you’re pressed in between them.

As Vilkas approaches the door, he places a hand against the wood, pushing it open enough for you to slip inside first. Farkas follows behind, and then Vilkas steps in behind his brother. When the door is in place, it completely shuts out the noise from the party.

It’s incredibly quiet down here. So much so that it takes a moment for you to realize that the three of you are not entirely alone. From the doorway in front of you leading into a sleeping area, you distinctly hear low moans of pleasure and the slap of skin against skin.

You step back and bump into Vilkas. His hand is on your waist, sliding over your lower back to eagerly grip your hip.

“Is that what you’re wanting? With us?” he whispers against your ear.

Yes. You’ve wanted it for weeks now.

“Is that okay?” you respond, wanting to make sure that they both agree to this.

Vilkas glances at his brother and Farkas nods in agreement. “We accept this.”

“Oh,” is all you say, as the couple just across the hall grow louder in volume.

Are you surprised by this? Not really, and yet you are. Did you fear rejection or even disinterest? Yes, but even that seems false. What reason have either of them given to make you suspect that they didn’t want you?

Vilkas’ hand on your waist is an anchor. His fingers dig into your hip as he pushes forward, guiding you away and down the hall. Farkas stands close enough that his arm brushes against yours, but he does not put his hands on you. It isn’t until the three of you turn down a short hall and enter a small bedroom that Farkas reaches out to touch.

Their hands are everywhere the moment the door to the little bedroom is shut. Vilkas is grabbing at your hips and waist, pulling you toward him while Farkas lightly tugs on your hair, arching your neck, exposing your throat for his mouth to place kisses on. Farkas begins at the hollow of your throat and works upward until he finds your lips.

The kiss is deep. Blistering. A demand.

When he breaks away, you’re breathless, wanting more of him. But Vilkas fills that void, nipping at your bottom lip before pulling you in to discover your taste. While Vilkas learns your mouth, Farkas’s hands roam over your back and sides, eventually settling on the curve of your ass. He squeezes through the fabric, and then gives it a light slap that causes your hips to jerk forward and into Vilkas.

Vilkas breaks away and laughs softly, one hand reaching up to unclasp the cloak hanging over his shoulder. He gently tosses it onto a nearby stool. Farkas follows suit, the two of them slowly undoing hooks and clasps to loosen their armor.

“Which part should we remove from you first?” asks Vilkas in a sultry purr. His gaze roams over your body, and his heated gaze leaves you feeling exposed.

“Everything should go,” answers Farkas as he reaches up to play with the adornments of threaded dried snowberries in your hair. “But these should stay. I like them.”

Vilkas nods. “I agree.” His chest plate falls away and he sets it down near the door.

The two of them are taking their time, watching you watch them. It’s a drawn-out dance. An anticipation.

When Farkas’ hands fall on your shoulders, you nearly jump in surprise. But he is entirely gentle when those fingers slip under the fabric to push it over and down your shoulders. Your dress surrenders to him, stopping briefly at your hips before completely falling to the floor at your feet. You are just as bare as they are.

The moment your nakedness is revealed, Vilkas’ nostrils flare like he’s inhaling your scent. His hands, which are at his sides, clench and unclench. All the while, Farkas’ hands are on your body, touching and caressing in soft strokes that chip away at your autonomy. They make you compliant and weak. Leaning back against him, you admire Vilkas’ muscled form.

He stalks forward, and every muscle ripples as he walks. When he’s close enough you reach out to touch him at the same moment he touches you. There is a hand around your throat, but you’re not sure which one it is.

Vilkas’ head tilts downward, his nose brushing your cheek as his lips meet yours. The sound he makes in his throat is low and feral. Hungry. Everything is tense, and the hands that touch you only tighten as if you’ll try to dart away like a frightened doe.

But you won’t run. Not from them.

Vilkas breaks the kiss and cups the sides your face in both of his hands. Those pale eyes of his are piercing, serrated and sharp like a blade. “Do you want this? Like we want this?” His gaze darts over your face, seeking confirmation.

You nod. “Yes. Please. I want—need, the both of you.”

Farkas’ hand slides over your stomach and between your legs. You gasp when his fingers run through your slickness. Using his index and middle finger, he parts your sex, and the moment he does, the two of them close their eyes, inhaling deeply.

There is something deeply primal about what they’ve just done. When they open their eyes there are small swirls of yellow there that weren’t there before. Vilkas’ lips part slightly, and you notice a sharpness to his canines.

“On the bed,” he murmurs. “Legs open.”

Farkas relinquishes his hold on you but Vilkas is right there, walking with you, sliding his hands up your legs once you fall back onto the bed and open them wide. His hovers between them only a moment before his head dips and his tongue slides over your sex.

It is a shock of sensation, one that ripples up to the crown of your head and to the tips of your toes. Vilkas feasts, alternating between licking, sucking, and kissing, seeking out what will make you come undone.

The bed dips near your head. Farkas is there, his hand sliding under your head to tangle in your hair. He is careful of the adornments, guiding you up onto your elbows. You know what he wants, and you obediently open your mouth, presenting your mouth to him.

He groans, and rubs the head of his cock on your tongue before you close around him. Vilkas swirls his tongue around your clit at the same moment you swirl your tongue around the head of Farkas’ cock. Your pussy clenches, relaxes, and then Vilkas slides a finger inside of you to the knuckle.

Vilkas pumps in time with the movement of his tongue while your head bobs up and down Farkas’ cock. Farkas’ hold on the back of your head is strong but not domineering. He isn’t controlling this. He’s allowing you to take charge.

Vilkas sucks your clit into his mouth and you moan around Farkas’ cock, the muscles in your thighs tightening, wanting to close around Vilkas’ head. He sucks again and Farkas’ cock pops from your mouth. Your hand goes out to grasp the base but it’s more to settle you than him. Vilkas has found that rhythm, and he is working you quickly toward an end.

He sucks again. Swirls his tongue. Then you’re sinking into yourself as the orgasm bubbles up and consumes you. The room you’re in grows a bit distant, and then it all comes hurtling forward as Vilkas continues to tease your clit with his tongue.

Your back aches off the bed, and someone’s hand is around your throat, guiding you to a seated position as Vilkas pushes up from between your legs, one hand still moving casually between them.

“Do you want me here?” he asks slowly, pumping his finger in and out of your pussy. “Or would you like me here?” Removing his fingers, he presses the sticky tips to your lips, dragging them across your flesh, leaving a glossy trail behind.

Your lips part and Vilkas takes that as an answer. With their hands on you, you don’t need to move. They guide you into position. Vilkas reclines in the bed, back against the headboard while you go onto your hands and knees between his legs.

Farkas settles on the bed behind you, his hands rubbing up and down your back before going to your hips, easing them up slightly for a better angle. You wrap your hand around the base of Vilkas’ cock at the same moment Farkas presses down a bit, arching your back, forcing your legs to slide open.

You pump Vilkas a few times before leaning in to kiss the tip. A pearly bead of precum blooms in the slit, and you eagerly lick it up with the tip of your tongue. Another blooms in its place, and you swirl your tongue around the flared head before licking the entire length of from base to tip.

Behind you, Farkas lines himself up, the head of his cock catching on your entrance, easing slowly inch by inch. He’s gentle, rolling his hips in light, shallow thrusts that allow your body to acclimate to him. A few more strokes and Farkas slides home to the hilt.

You’re full. Stretched. Filthy and feral.

You take the head of Vilkas’ cock into your mouth, holding him there while the salvia collects. Then, you swallow him down, your lips touching your hand as Farkas retreats before thrusting forward.

Hollowing your cheeks, you slide back up, and then repeat the process, bringing in your hand to pump him in time with your upward passes. Farkas moves one hand to your waist while the other stays on your hip, his pelvis slapping against your ass with each thrust.

Farkas thrusts. Grinds his hips forward. Hold there a moment. “Shall we make her ours?” he asks. You cannot see his face but you can see Vilkas. The corner of his mouth twitching until it pulls into a full smile.

“Haven’t we?” he replies, one eyebrow arching.

“She needs our marks.” You feel Farkas’s hand slide upward to clutch the back of your neck. He pulls you off Vilkas’ cock, bringing you flush against his chest. His other hand slides forward to cradle your stomach. “And our whelp, too.”

Vilkas’ grows burning hot. The swirling yellow intensifies. “And what does she say to this?” His head tilts to the side slightly, appraising you.

You’re still pressed against Farkas, his cock buried deep within you. “I want the both of you. In all ways.”

Farkas’ pleased groan against your throat goes straight to your pussy. You clench around him and his fingers reflexively dig into your skin.

“Give her to me, Farkas.”

The loss of Farkas’ cock is immediate. He draws away just as Vilkas sits up entirely and pulls you into his lap, turning you around to lay back against him. Vilkas’ hands slide forward to the backs of your thighs and then hook under your knees. He draws them to your chest and Farkas is already moving, returning to your body easily. Farkas places one hand against the wall above Vilkas while the other presses into your hip. You’re trapped between them, and the sensation is lovely.

You’re entirely at their mercy, and it feels good. It feels right.

Farkas uses the leverage of the wall to set a pounding rhythm that shakes the bed. You rest your head against Vilkas’ shoulder and surrender to them.

But Vilkas is not idle.

He adjusts his grip on one of your knees enough that he can reach between you and Farkas’ bodies to rub your clit. You’re already sensitive from when his tongue was on you, and a few well-placed strokes have you clenching around Farkas.

Farkas groans, hips slamming forward as he finishes. His chest heaves but he doesn’t immediately pull out. Instead, the hand on your hip disappears to grab the lower-half of your face. He draws you to him enough that he can lean down and kiss you.

“It’s my brother’s turn,” he murmurs against your mouth.

Farkas draws back, and then Vilkas is lifting you into his lap, lining himself up to sink inside. Your groan loudly, toes curling as he settles to the hilt. There is nothing left for you to do but hold on as he guides you up and down his cock.

“Touch yourself.”

Sighing, you slide your hand between your spread legs to work yourself. Each thrust and every stroke of your hand sends a little tremor through your legs. Vilkas makes a sound deep in his throat as he nuzzles your neck. He continues to rock his hips, upping the rhythm of his thrusts until your breath comes in short gasps of pleasure. Your eyes begin to close, eyelids fluttering with every tingle in your clit.

“You’re ours,” murmurs Vilkas against your flesh. “Ours.” On that final word, he growls, and holds you in place as he thrusts up into you.

His grunts and your groans fill the room. It isn’t until you come down from an orgasm that you realize that Vilkas is done, merely waiting for you to join them in reality. Every bit of you is sore and the dried bead-like snowberries in your hair clack together as Vilkas helps you out of his lap.

Farkas is right there with a damp cloth, sliding it between your legs to wipe away the stickiness. His movements are slow, and once he’s done, Vilkas is pulling you into his arms, snuggling down into the furs. Farkas slides in on your other side, their bodies intertwining with yours, creating a nest of limbs.

Their bodies are warm like a fire in a hearth. There is an arm around your waist, on your hip, cupping a breast. They settle into rest, but do not sleep. You are the one who drifts, and it is they that coax you back when their need for you grows too great.

If morning comes, you are not aware. And if night follows, you are unaware of that. You are aware of their tongues and teeth. You are aware of how they pass you between them, keeping you full and perfectly pliant to their every demand.

“We’re never letting you go, sweet one,” murmurs Vilkas before he sucks a nipple into his mouth.

Farkas’ hand slides to the front of your throat, pulling you back until you’re looking at him. “Never.”

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0-animelover-0 · 9 months

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S/O Is The Same Gender As Them

Character(s): Aela the Huntress, Shahvee, Balimund, Farkas, Vilkas, and Scout-many-marshes.

Summary: Title is self-explanatory but basically how they act if they were dating someone of the same gender.

A/N: No pronouns are used; reader is referred to as 'woman' and/or 'man'.

Aela the Huntress

She does not care that you are the same gender as her. (She's dated both men and women you can't change my mind)

Aela defends your relationship if anyone says anything homophobic or in a way she finds offensive.

She uses her title as a way to intimidate anybody that finds your relationship 'bad'.

She portrays herself as a mature and level-headed woman but as soon as you comb her hair or show any type of affection, her eyes soften and her muscles relax.

Shahvee

This lizard woman does not give a spiders arse wether or not you are the same gender.

If she loves you than she loves you. She doesn't see anything wrong with it.

Shahvee has been around Nords her life so she knows how rude they can be. So, she is not afraid to stand up for you.

She is your beacon of light, your pride and joy. The person you love and hold dear. She soothes your worries best she can. She greets you with open arms after a tough one of your journeys.

Balimund

He may not have been in same-sex relationship before but he is definetily willing to try. (I headcannon that he thought he was straight until he met the Dragonborn)

You were his bi awakening so he was hesitent at first but after a while he became pretty affectionate with his words.

He may not be a big fan of PDA but he is not ashamed of dating you. In fact, he likes to tell people of his handsome husband.

Farkas

This hunky werewolf will treat you like he does in any relationship. He is affectionate in public and in private. Always having a hand on your hip or entwining your fingers together.

He is not ashamed of your relationship at all and even brags about having such a great partner.

He might be one of the kinder Companions of Jorrvaskr but he sure isn't gonna take hate from people who are rude towards you. His strong stature is enough to scare a man.

Vilkas

Vilkas through the years never thought he'd be in a relationship, especially being in one with another man.

When he first met you, he wondered why his heart started pounding but he brushed it off and continued his day.

He was hesitent at first but he grew to love being with you. He wouldn't trade being with you for anything. Even if he won't say it out loud.

Unlike his brother, he isn't into PDA as much but in private or inside Jorrvaskr. he always has his arms around you.

Scout-many-marshes

He loves having a partner to share life with no matter their gender. You being a man doesn't change that. He's just happy to have someone in his life.

This scaly man loves PDA and anything to showing affection. He loves just holding your hand or leaning in your touch. In private, he is very gentle and loving. He loves just tracing patterns over your skin with his thumbs.

He boasts about his spouse that is the infamous Dragonborn. He feels lucky that he gets to return to you after a long day of work.

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argisthebulwark · 5 months

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Happy week one of @tescheer everyone!✨ This is fairly short since I'm still recovering from Nano, but I decided to write a little snippet with the first week's prompts Cloak and Snow :)

Starlight twinkled across the night sky, interrupted only by the white flakes as they drifted lazily toward the ground. The well worn footpath was long lost under gathering snowbanks. The Dragonborn's hands raised toward the heavens, fingertips growing numb after a long trek. Their mouth opened but found there were no words that could capture nature's beauty; snowflakes whirled in all directions and fell to blanket the silent plains of Whiterun. Trees bowed and swayed as snow gathered upon their branches, beasts silent and hiding from the late winter chill. They puffed out a cloudy breath and grinned up at the colors dancing over the horizon. For one brief moment they felt entirely alone in the universe. "You'll catch your death out here."

Vilkas grumbled from nearby, arms surely folded over his chest. They ignored his tone - he meant no harm. Turning to chastise him for ruining the moment they paused, taken aback by the sight. Vilkas' dark hair collected flecks of snow, soft brown eyes sweeping across the landscape. Chilly winds had left his lips pink and gloved hands tightened the fur lined cloak around his shoulders. Against a backdrop of pure white he stood prominent, a shadow contrasting the dreamy background. A gentle breeze stole away the fog of his breath and whipped hair out of his face, causing the Dragonborn's heart to thump against their ribs. He was beautiful. Bundled into his layers and brows furrowed, Vilkas looked stunning even as he stood ankle deep in snow. Despite all his grumping he'd insisted on accompanying them on their walk. Throughout his endless stream of snarky comments Vilkas had tied a scarf around their neck before tiptoeing out of Jorrvaskr. The Dragonborn stared at this man who seemed to care so deeply despite his endless protests and felt something swell deep in their chest. "What?" He barked, cheeks bright when his glare cut over to them. His gaze softened and the Dragonborn felt a thread between their hearts snap into place, a string tightening and drawing them closer. Snow crunched underfoot as they stomped to stand before Vilkas, unsure what they intended to say. "You're pretty." The Dragonborn watched a flash of color raise in his face, those brown eyes panning over the white hills once more. Vilkas cleared his throat as he pointedly avoided meeting their gaze but he did not move away. The Dragonborn's muscles tensed, awaiting whatever killing blow he intended to deal - his words were always especially cutting. They were stunned when he remained silent, gloved hands raising to the clasp of his cloak. In one quick flourish, fur and soft cloth was wrapped around their body. Vilkas focused intently as he pinned it in place around their throat, the supple leather of his gloves brushing against their jaw. The Dragonborn didn't speak as he worked, though something about the way their mingling breath formed a small cloud between them captured their heart. Snowflakes continued to gather in the gentle waves of his hair, one catching on his long lashes before he stepped back. "I told you to wear a coat." He chided, though the annoyance in his voice felt empty. Swathed in fur warmed by his body the Dragonborn couldn't help but feel cared for, his cloak wrapped neatly over their half buckled armor. It radiated the smells of home - smoke from the crackling fire in Jorrvaskr's main hall and a hint of juniper berries. The Dragonborn tucked their arms into Vilkas' cloak and, feeling just a tad daring, grasped blindly for his hand. He grumbled but accepted it, eventually allowing an arm around his middle as their legs grew tired. The Dragonborn didn't keep track of how long they remained out there, standing on one of the many hills surrounding Whiterun's outer walls. A fallen guard tower jutted up through the blanket of snow coating the plains and constellations danced overhead, watery moonlight playing across the land. It felt so simple to simply exist with him, allowing snow to gather around their boots and melt into their hair. The two returned to Jorrvaskr when the first rays of sunlight peeked across the horizon, painting the snowy lands in all shades of pink and yellow. Soon, children would begin waking and dragging their parents into the streets. Creatures would emerge from their cover in search of food and the stars would melt into the sky. Life would march on as it always had. Each year when the snow began to fall, the Dragonborn could not help but fondly recall that night spent gazing into the heavens with Vilkas. He was not a man of flowery words but had proven that he would always be there to chase away the cold.

#writing #skyrim #vilkas #vilkas x ldb #tescheer2023 #week one: cloak #week one: snow

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theluckiestrose · 7 months

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If anyone out there can help, I've got a gamebreaking bug in Skyrim.

It's one of many bugs that affects the Proving Honor quest, in this case it prevents the quest from being completed properly. Essentially, Vilkas refuses to stand outside Jorrvaskr and wait for me, and the rest of the companions dont gather for the initiation ritual. The quest marker points to Skjor and talking to him is a dead end.

It's happening on the Switch version, so no console commands. I've looked all over the internet to find any way to fix it. Nothing helps. I've slept in Breezehome for 24 hours, waited outside Jorrvaskr for 12 hours, walked from Dustman's Cairn to Whiterun, reset my bounty, hell I've even reloaded to a save before joining the companions and completed the quests that apparently conflict with it before redoing the whole damn thing. Nothing. Works.

I have a lot of questions about this glitch. The most pressing is obviously how i can fix it, or alternately whether it can even be fixed. Ive tried everything i can find online barring giving up on the character. It's my boyfriend's save, and he is very against the idea.

Other questions i have include: What is actually causing this? I know there are mods out there that fix it, which must mean someone out there knows what causes it.

When does the glitch happen? It seems to be happening well before the questline even begins, at least in this case. Specifics would help me gauge how far back to reload if possible, or so my boyfriend knows what not to do with future characters.

I know this is a known bug, and it doesnt seem to have any documented fix for once it occurs. I have some experience with Skyrim's bugs, but this one is a serious doozy. It feels like all the methods ive tried are just troubleshooting methods rather than ways to fix the bug when it happens for real.

Thanks in advance. I've never experienced this one on my own saves, but it happened literally the first time my boyfriend tried the questline and that's just so frustrating, especially because he did it on my recommendation.

#skyrim #skyrim glitch #skyrim bug #glitch #bug help #glitch help #idk im just throwing out tags at random now just help us out if you can.#really banking on a modder both being on tumblr and following any of these tags lmal

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mareenavee · 6 months

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The Other Half

Hello hello another prompt fill! This one is for Heart(h)fire!

@changelingsandothernonsense gave me some caveats for this one:

Okay, Athis's POV, 1st person. He's going to pop the question. What's going through his head?

So of course, this is World Canon (and contains spoilers for that one.) It occurs just before the events of Chapter 6.

Title song inspo: Northern Wind by City and Color:

You're the northern wind Sending shivers down my spine You're like fallen leaves In an autumn night You're the lullaby That's singing me to sleep You are the other half You're like a missing piece

Without further ado~

The Other Half

19th of Heartfire 4E 201

Curse the Nords for their height. Especially curse this one, for thinking himself so very clever, hanging the Amulet of Mara he’d purchased above my head like it was some kind of joke. Well, joke’s on him—I was headed down toward Riften to buy a real one for myself, anyway. But he knew that. I’d told him. And, though I didn’t want to admit it, the entirety of Jorrvaskr knew where my head was at. But curse Farkas, nevertheless.

Though it was playing exactly into his hands, I leapt for the thing, twisting the copper chain through my fingers so he would have no choice but to let go, or it would break. The room exploded into a cacophony of laughter. Once I had the amulet, I left in a huff and let him and the others cackle and chortle like the fools they were.

“Come on, Athis! We were just messing with you!” Farkas called. His voice, as usual, echoed through the long hallway of the sleeping quarters. When I didn’t respond—because it didn’t require more of my time—his thought concluded with the opening of a bottle of mead and a giant sigh.

“I give him two weeks, if that,” Ria said, her voice sharp and laced with a challenge.

“Nah. Six or eight days at most. He’s smitten,” Farkas laughed. “Plus it’s Nyenna.”

The sentence cut off before I could parse what exactly that last bit was supposed to mean, but it wasn’t worth it to turn around and find out. In spite of myself, I grinned and slipped the chain over my head. This amulet was the real deal. The warm, soft buzz of its enchantment felt strange on my skin as I settled it under my tunic. It was different from the enchantments on Nyenna’s armor or the shock of her own magic. This one felt somehow…comforting. Hers felt more like an invitation to fight, but such things seemed practical for battlemages.

My back cracked as I settled down on my bed. It was just a spare straw mattress tossed on the floor in the last remaining corner—I’d let Nyenna take my old spot. She needed the shelf and nightstand for the sheer amount of books Farengar had her hauling around at any given time. The relative quiet of the empty sleeping quarters lulled my thoughts into some semblance of order as I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the wall, listening to the fading chatter of my friends in the other room. -> read the rest on AO3.

#MareenaWrites #The Other Half #Athis #Nyenna #LDB/Athis #Dragonborn and Far-Star Marked #skyrim #skyrim fic #prompt fill fic #tes #tesblr #elder scrolls #fanficblr #writblr #writeblr

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thequeenofthewinter · 1 year

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Midnight

Hello Tumblrverse! I’m coming at you with something very special today for my friend @blossom-adventures as this week is her birthday! I hope you enjoy this little piece I wrote up for you and that you have the loveliest of lovely weeks, Blossom. ❤️

“Would you meet me at the top of the Palace’s parapets at midnight?”

The question has echoed in Jaina’s ears all afternoon, distracting her from being able to get anything else done. Try as she might, her thoughts seem to always drift back to Ulfric’s words in her ears. What could he want with her and at midnight no less?

She sighs heavily as she walks the streets of Windhelm’s infamous Snow Quarter, various friends and citizens alike calling out to greet the familiar figure of the Dragonborn. While being in the city has been an adjustment for her, the people there—and Ulfric—have certainly made her feel at home.

“Would you meet me—”

She blows a piece of hair out of her face in frustration with herself.

Surely, she hasn’t done anything wrong or broken any of the city’s rules, and it isn’t as if she hasn’t seen or interacted with the Jarl before. What on Nirn makes this so different? And why can’t she get him out of her head?

Jaina bites her lip as an image of his face drifts into view.

Oh.

Her face turns a mixture between red and maroon all the way up to the tips of her ears. While she has been trying to deny that she feels some sort of attraction to the Jarl, her body tells no lies. She had been hoping that the situation would just resolve itself on its own, and she could go on ignoring this little infatuation, but the heart wants what the heart wants.

If only she could save him and herself from her own emotions—and the secret she is hiding.

Jaina shakes her head. There is no use dwelling on it now, especially since she has already told Ulfric of her troubles, and he hasn’t treated her any differently because of it. Perhaps, that’s it. She feels some sort of affection for him or some type of companionship with him because he has been one of the few who she has trusted enough outside of Jorrvaskr to know exactly what she is.

Either way, there is no use thinking on it any further. All she can do now is wander the snowy streets as she waits for the appointed time.

It comes sooner than she thought it would.

Minutes turn to hours, and the sun sinks into the horizon, but Masser and Secunda are nowhere to be found. They have chosen to hide their faces from the world, shrouding the sky in inky blackness.

When Jaina arrives to the Palace’s roof, there is no one there. The only thing she sees is a worn blanket thrown across the floor. She glances around carefully once more to search for Ulfric and then sits down on the blanket, leaning her back against the cool stone of the walls.

Where could he be? She was certain he had said midnight.

Her fingers pick at the beds of her fingernails as she looks for something to distract herself from her nervousness. Eventually, she turns her face to the sky.

There she sees an ocean of stars unlike any she has ever seen before. It takes her breath away.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it.” A voice whispers in her ear, and goosebumps erupt over her skin.

She knows that voice, and as she turns her head just a fraction, she finds herself centimeters away from Ulfric’s face. How did he get so close to her without her noticing?

“Good evening, Jaina.” He smiles at her slightly, and her heart bursts into a thousand butterflies. “I’m sorry I am late, especially since I was the one who asked you here, but I was trying to see if there was a better place to watch the stars.”

“No, no. That’s quite alright. I was more than content here.” She stops herself, and then realizes she has stuck her foot in her mouth. The fluttering in her body and pulse pounding in her ears makes it nearly impossible for her to focus. “Not that I am incontent to have you here now or that—”

“Relax, Jaina. I know exactly what you mean.” A small chuckle escapes from his lips. “Windhelm has some of the best conditions in all of Tamriel for stargazing.”

Is this why he asked her here?

Jaina is suddenly grateful for the cover of darkness. For if he could see her face now, it would be clear to him that she is blushing furiously.

“I—I didn’t know you liked to watch the stars too, Jarl Ulfric.”

“I did quite a bit of that when I was a soldier in the Great War.” He answers her without prompting. “I heard that you like to do so as well. I may have asked around.” He clears his throat and suddenly points up. “That is the constellation of the Lady. It was one of the first I learned to recognize many years ago.”

For a while, neither of them say anything else; however, Jaina notices that as the night stretches on, Ulfric’s hand steadily gets closer to hers until it brushes against her own fingers. It is the barest whisper of a touch, but it is a touch nonetheless. And despite the fact that it is not exactly inappropriate in nature, her skin against his own calloused hands sets her alight, causing her to shiver.

“Are you cold, Jaina?” Ulfric leans over to whisper in her ear. “Perhaps we should turn in for the night. It is late.”

She looks at him, mouth opened, yet no sound coming out. If only she could force the words out. However, Ulfric shakes his head at her.

“I had a very nice evening.” Boldly, he tucks a piece of hair behind her slightly-pointed ears. “I would very much like to do this again with you.”

Their eyes lock for a moment, and although Ulfric has stated that they should retire for the night, she doesn’t move. She is too entranced by the shifting emotions in the Jarl’s stormy blue eyes. It is as if he warring with himself and holding himself back from something, but then slowly, she sees him move closer to her—feels the stubble of his beard brush against her skin—and then finally, his lips press against her cheek.

“Happy birthday, Jaina.”

#Skyrim #Skyrim fanfiction #ulfric stormcloak #happy birthday dear friend #not my OC for once ;)#winter writes

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your-talos-is-problematic · 9 months

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- Introduction post! -

Hi! I’m your-talos-is-problematic, or Probby if you want a shortening. This blog is primarily focused on the Elder Scrolls, but look out for other stuff including my other special interests (Baldur’s Gate and Hollow Knight).

Please send me writing prompts related to my Elder Scrolls or BG3 OCs! And if you want any extra information on them feel free to ask :D

I love receiving asks- you’re more than welcome to ask me about anything, but especially Skyrim, my OCs, or my writing! I’m YourTalosIsProblematic (no hyphens) on AO3.

Block #baldurs gate to avoid spoilers for/content about Baldur’s Gate 3 (I also tag #baldurs gate spoilers)

Stuff I’ve Written:

I Won’t Ask You to Wait - Afonya and Brelyna Maryon; 3rd Era Morrowind AU (4,116 words, 2/17 chapters)

“Aular Maryon just wants what’s best for his daughter Brelyna, and right now, that’s hiring the young Dunmer Afonya Orel as her personal guard. Afonya, who comes from the mainland, is in need of a job, and Brelyna is in need of a friend. It’s a match made in Moonshadow, but their growing bond is threatened by trouble in both the Maryon and Orel families.”

That Word Was Afonya - Afonya x Brelyna Maryon fluff (925 words)

“On a quiet night, hundreds of years after the events of Skyrim, Brelyna Maryon conducts a ritual to see her deceased wife again.”

No Rest for the Gifted - More Afonya x Brelyna (1,872 words)

“Brelyna’s always tried to keep the best interests of her classmates in mind. Tonight, an anxious Dragonborn is no exception. Especially because she’s head-over-heels for said Dragonborn.”

Tags:

Things not relating to Elder Scrolls are #not tes

Spoilery live-blogging of my playthrough of hollow knight is #posts made from the forgotten crossroads (I have beat the game, so it probably won’t be active)

Spoilerly live-blogging of Baldur’s Gate is #baldguysgayayeayeaye (also defunct for now)

My attempts at writing are sometimes under #probby conquers writers block

Stuff about my tes ocs are #switch skyrimverse, and individuals are #oc afonya #oc elia #oc eltid

Stuff relating to my Tav OC is #tilia of tragedy

Elder Scrolls OCs + Tilia under cut! They’re still very new and very in development. I’ve also written nothing about most of them. They have a lot going on in my head though!

Very detailed post about Afonya and Tilia (my Tav!) Probby don’t forget you put this link here

Picrew for first three

For fourth

Afonya/Afonya Orel/Afonya Maryon

Dunmer, She/Her, Lesbian, typically 20-23

Last Dragonborn, House Telvanni, Arch-Mage, Nightingale

Born as Afonya Orel, but dropped the last name when coming to Skyrim, then changed it to Maryon when she married Brelyna. Has distinctive white eyes due to an ancestor’s dealings with Sheogorath.

Lives in Heljarchen Hall (The Pale) with Brelyna, Lucia, and Runa. Formerly lived in Whiterun. Born on Morrowind’s mainland.

Elia

Dunmer, She/Her, Lesbian, 19-20

Afonya’s younger sister of three years, and one of her closest friends. Didn’t come to Skyrim with her originally, but Afonya paid for her passage after the end of the Civil War. Works as a servant to Thane Bryling.

Lives in Solitude, born on Morrowind’s mainland.

Eltid

Altmer, He/Him, Pansexual, lost count but around 150

Companions

Spent the first ~80 years of his life dating and looking for a husband willing to pay his sizable dowry. Joined the Thalmor after a bad breakup because it was the only other life path he had access to. Attempted to desert twice, and was successful once. Hates the Aldmeri Dominion for many reasons, including their promotion of very conservative ideas in Altmeri society and for taking both his sister and the love of his life away from him in different ways.

Lives in Jorrvaskr, but lived for three years at the Thalmor Embassy, and about thirty in Cyrodill, and spent his early life in the Summerset Isle in Alinor.

Tilia of Tragedy

Tiefling, She/Her, Lesbian, 30 (at beginning of game)

Lawful/Neutral Good, Karlach Romance

A draconic sorcerer who grew up in Elturel, Tilia is incredibly friendly, optimistic, and inquisitive. She lived with her parents until tieflings were banned from the city, after which her and her parents split up and moved to Baldur’s Gate and Waterdeep, respectively. She worked as a tailor and studied history, then the nautiloid thing happened. Post-game she lives with Gale and Karlach in Waterdeep and helps teach Gale’s students.

Less Developed OCs: Bertrana (Victoria)

Breton, She/They, Straight, 32

Dark Brotherhood

Assassin and member of the Dark Brotherhood for eleven years. Also writes a column in the local newspaper that reports on more secretive knowledge that is desired by the people of High Rock.

Tyernath Sea-Myth

Altmer, He/Him, Gay, 263

Dark Brotherhood

Altmer pirate. Joined the Dark Brotherhood after coming to Skyrim, and travels with Faendal.

#made a pinned post guys are you proud of me #tes

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ms-katonic-of-tamriel · 5 months

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what do you think DA:I would be like if Blackwall was the Inquisitor? Not the real grey warden one, the companion one.

Blackwall of Jorrvaskr as Inquisitor, hmm? Well, probably not too different from a canon Warrior with Champion training. Likely to make choices favouring the impoverished and dispossessed over nobles, wouldn't use violence if diplomacy could do the job, not keen on deploying assassins. OTOH as he'd be a Tamrielic follower of the Eight (or maybe Nine), he'd not be too keen on the Chantry and wouldn't blindly see them as a force for good either. Not sure if he'd ally with the mages or Templars - actually, probably neither, he'd probably conscript the mages after discovering what Alexius was up to, but more to save Redcliffe than out of mage sympathy. He'd still be a great respecter of the Grey Wardens. And the winter ball would probably end up with Celene, Gaspard and Briala working together to rule Orlais - he hates politics, can't stand Celene but went there to save her from the Venatori and that's what he's going to do.

Relationships - lot of respect for Cullen, and goes out of his way to help him kick lyrium. Josephine - as in the game, a likely love interest. Leliana unnerves him. He gets on with Cassandra and although he doesn't share the religion, appreciates her commitment. He's very fond of Bull on a personal level, although he does not trust the Qunari. Bull would end up Tal-Vashoth for sure. Besties with Sera, tries to be understanding of Cole, quite enjoys a drink with Varric of an evening. He gets on rather less well with the mages - Solas is a bit weird, Vivienne drives him up the wall and Dorian's habit of never saying what he means irritates him. That said, Dorian does grow on him over time, and after learning about Dorian's father, Blackwall becomes a lot more understanding of him and they end up as friends whose main form of communication is verbally roasting each other.

Interesting factors - if he's a werewolf, that's going to be a FASCINATING conversation, especially if he has to rely on his least favourite advisor to help keep it secret. If it does come out, the Chantry are less than pleased, but the Inquisition by this point is too powerful to be threatened.

Also the possibility of the Companions arriving, even if they've had to work with mages to do it. The prospect of a load of hard-drinking Nords turning up, at least one of whom is an unrepentant werewolf, would alarm everyone. Well, apart from Bull anyway. Bull probably sleeps with at least one of Farkas, Vilkas or Aela. Maybe all three. Vilkas/Dorian could also work quite well as a ship.

Blackwall having to awkwardly introduce his fancy new noble lady friend who is a sophisticated and cultured woman to his Shield-Siblings would also be very very funny.

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critter-in-skyrim · 3 months

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For the dragonborn questions! :D 7, 8, 14, 15, 19, 29! Sorry that it's a lot, I'm just super curious! <3

Ooh thank you so much for the ask!

7. How much do they utilize the power of Thu'um? Do they actively try to expand their inborn abilities through research and exploration? Or are they less invested?

Probably my Dragonborn that uses Shouts the most is Damien. Aside from combat, he's actually addicted to the feeling of "Become Ethereal" and has to use that Shout to fall asleep. Generally, he's interested in learning new Shouts, but mostly from a survival perspective.

Louis is interested in Shouts, purely from a linguistic standpoint.

Ezra isn't too interested in Shouts - in fact he tries to avoid learning damage-dealing Shouts, especially Shouts like "Marked for Death" as even learning those Shouts makes him feel uncomfortable.

8. If they were to invent a shout, what shout would they create? Bonus if you can come up with the words of the shout in dragon language.

I actually just answered this one right here!

14. What is their personal favourite place in Skyrim- a town, hold, home, dungeon, or just a natural spot they happen to have a fondness for?

Louis feels most at home at the College of Winterhold.

Ezra feels most at home in the Temple of Mara in Riften.

Damien feels most at home within the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary.

Critter feels most at home in the wilds of the Reach, though they have a particular fondness for Karthwasten.

Sevierra feels most at home with the Companions. Not necessarily Jorrvaskr, but just...generally, wherever her friends are is home to her.

15. What is their personal LEAST favourite place in Skyrim- somewhere that annoys them, or comes with bad memories, or otherwise?

Louis hates being locked in places, with no way to escape. Several dungeons in Skyrim do this, but the one that really freaked him out was Potema's Catacombs.

Damien hates Windhelm. He grew up there, first as an orphan in the Grey Quarter, then adopted by a...not very kind Priest of Talos. Not good memories.

Ezra generally hates the wilds of Skyrim, mostly due to how dangerous things can get. He sticks to the road whenever he can.

19. Which NPC have they killed and regretted it?

Damien regrets killing Erandur. Though Erandur lied to Damien throughout their entire mission, he treated Damien with a kindness he wasn't used to. The allure of power from a Daedra was too much for Damien, though.

29. What do they do post-Skyrim, once all the main quests are finished? What happens to them in the aftermath?

For at least a while, I could see Louis teaching at the College of Winterhold! He gets bored easily though and doesn't like remaining in one place for long. He'd probably continue adventuring quite a bit.

Ezra would be so happy to simply settle down with someone he loved and craft jewelry all day. He just wants a calm and easy life.

Damien I could see having an absolute existential crisis. He spent his entire life being "useless", but being the Dragonborn? That gave him a purpose. With that purpose somewhat "concluded" I could see him having a mental breakdown, locking himself away in isolation to drink Skooma until he died...I could then see the remaining members of the Dark Brotherhood coming to his aid though, helping him to get out of his funk. Man, I wanna write this now, lol.

#skyrim #the elder scrolls #tesblr #asks #skyrim ocs #oc ezra #oc damien #oc louis #oc critter #oc sevierra

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kagedbird · 5 months

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TESSDE AU (+ Lucia :]) (Taliesin part 7!!!)

It's only a date later that Allora and the others come home. They're all distraught at the carnage, and emotions run hot. Allora is yelled at by quite a few people before she shouts back and shoves the Hag's heads into Vilkas's hands, snarling that they would do the rest on their own.

Especially after finding out that Taliesin and Lucia had been in danger, she closes herself away from the Companions and clings to her family tightly, wrapped heavily in mourning and self hatred.

Allora: *cooking in the kitchen, holding Lucia in her arms and lightly humming a fake tune*

Lucia: *hardly has been away from either parent, clinging to her mother and sighs heavily*

Allora: *feels her heart breaking at the sound, carefully putting the spoon down and rubbing Lucia's back* You okay? Chest too tight?

Lucia: *buries her face into Allora's chest, clinging tighter* ...

Allora: *sighs, leaning her head against Lucia's and swaying in the kitchen slowly*

Taliesin: *healed and patched up by Allora, peeks into the kitchen with a frown* Dear?

Allora: *snaps to attention* Yes love? Are you okay?

Taliesin: *hums, stepping over and kissing her forehead* You know, as much as I do love being tended to you at every second of the day- and believe me, this takes a lot of effort to say- I can't help but worry about you...

Allora: I'm all right. I'm not the one who was dealing with everything that happened.

Taliesin: *has heard that line since she came back, shaking his head* There was nothing that could have been done, Allora.

Allora: *freezes, clenching her eyes shut* I should have been faster-

Taliesin: And I told you not to be. If you are to blame, then so am I. I was there as he saved me from one of those fools. I should have had his back in turn, and yet, I did not.

Allora: But-!

Lucia: *sobs into Allora's chest, wailing loudly*

Allora + Taliesin: *freeze and panic, hushing her as best they can* No, no- / It's all right Bumblebee! / Sweetheart look at me? / Come now, no more tears...

Lucia: It- *hic* It's my fault!

Allora: No, baby, no...

Taliesin: Certainly not-

Lucia: I-I had- had a dream! He-he was- they killed him- in- in his sleep! And b-burned J-Jorr-Jorrvaskr! *hiccups and sobs, trying to wipe away her tears* I-I left wi-without telling papa, a-and I f-forgot my necklace! I-I'm s-sorry!!

Allora: Oh, pumpkin...

Taliesin: *gently takes Lucia into his arms, kissing Allora on the temple* We will be just a moment, dear.

Allora: But-!

Taliesin: Your stew, Cherub. It's boiling over.

Allora: Ah! *turns to the stew and quickly stirs it, kicking the logs to become a lower flame, watching them leave* ...All right...

#skyrim #skyrim taliesin #Lucia #Allora #Dragonborn oc #TESSDE AU #tes #tesblr

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bougainvillea-and-saltwater · 1 year

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1, 3, 5 & 18 from the couples ask please ☺️💙 (although u don’t have to answer 18 if u don’t want to, either because of spoilers or anything like that)

Thank you so much for the ask, Blossom!!! Answering these had me rolling into Writing Mode™ again! 🥰 1. What do they think of each other's family? And how does the family feel?

Things are a bit weird in the case of Miraak and Jia since they both have no parents alive anymore (even though Miraak has already come across Jia's mother through his visions, and he may meet her father too, perhaps in a dream/vision again...👀). Jia's family are the Companions, as Jorrvaskr was the place she was born and grew up, so Vilkas, Farkas, and Aela are like siblings to her. Miraak, even though not openly showing it, feels more or less the same intimacy with Jia towards these three—and generally, he somehow seems to share common emotions, either towards those she loves or those she hates. The same goes for Jia; the bitterness Miraak still has towards his father, who sold him to the Dragon Cult, she can feel it inside her exactly the same (I will elaborate more on this in the story). As for the Companions, in the beginning, no one trusted Miraak—especially Vilkas, who was the most suspicious and quite jealous of him as his love for Jia is not limited to brotherly... BUT! As the story goes on, we will see the Companions reevaluating their opinions...🥰

3. What's their favorite thing to tease each other about?

I can definitely see Miraak teasing Jia about the alchemy ingredients she can shove into her mouth. One would say it's kind of a turn-off if your partner eats a Spider Egg or a Giant Toe or a Skeever Tail, but Miraak doesn't care, not really; he just stands there staring at her tasting her ingredients, noting down their effects on her notebook and then shamelessly laughing at her when she rushes to the bathroom in light's speed. 😂

As for Jia, I think she would tease Miraak's inability to fit on a bed or pass an entrance without knocking his head on the doorway. He has to be reminded to bend before entering a room. 😂

5. How do they sleep?

Ah, sappy question; my forte!

They love spooning! There's no need to define who's the big spoon and who's the little, I think it's quite obvious. 😂 It's a sleep position they both love, since it allows them to feel intimacy, a feeling they both secretly crave. I imagine Miraak passing his arms around her torso or back and Jia embracing his hands as well. 🥺

I have another sleep position in mind, where Miraak lies on his back, and she rests her head on his chest. That would absolutely work for them too!

18. Would they have kids together?

👀👀👀

I suppose I can reveal this as it doesn't somehow affect the plot of the main story, so yes! They will end up having a daughter!!! I told you this before, but I'm this person who shamelessly enjoys sappy, too-good-to-be-true endings, where the blorbos live happily ever after... (after too much angst, of course). 😂🥰

(From this tag game!)

#miraak x jia #miraak x ldb #skyrim fanfiction #skyrim ocs #asks #the priest and the dragoness #otp: twin flames

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pitiable-arisen · 6 months

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WIP Wednesday

I’m slowly working on the thing :3c I’ve been heavily distracted by reading so, yeah. :3

Tagged by @wildhexe

I’m tagging all you lovely folks that want to post sips :3c

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Sifkni breathed a sigh of relief as she walked through the gates to Whiterun. The sun started to set below the mountains. She felt the chill in the air. It felt good. To be back in the city. To go back to Jorrvaskr. A warm bed awaited her. She looked forward to it.

Sifkni meandered slowly through the streets. Everything closed before she returned. Of course, the Bannered Mare was opened. She wondered if Hulda ever slept. She turned her head when a familiar scent brushed past her. Farkas. She saw him walking up the stairs. She hastened her feet to catch up with him. “Farkas.” She said his name, barely above a whisper.

He turned his head. “Oh. There you are. Surprised you made it back today. You ready for another job?” Farkas smiled.

Sifkni shook her head. “Tomorrow. Having a bed every night has certainly made me soft. I shall enjoy the comforts of a bed and happily not wake up covered in frost.” She let out a small laugh. “I do have a question.”

“Go on.”

“There has to be another entrance into the city. Or at the very least a way to get out. You certainly cannot sneak someone out of the city through the main gate.”

Farkas rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. We have a place close to Jorrvaskr. I would talk to Kodlak. Especially if you are wanting to leave for runs. I know Aela and Skjor do. But I don’t want to have Kodlak or them get mad at me.”

Sifkni blinked and then nodded. “I don’t think they could get mad at you.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised. Especially Skjor.” Farkas shivered. “I really don’t like making him angry. Aela doesn’t get angry often but when she does…. And my brother.”

“I feel like his default is angry. Or… discontent.”

Farkas laughed. “He does have a temper but, he is a good man. He will open up eventually.”

“I hope so. But thank you. I’ll ask Kodlak about those runs. It’s been a while since I’ve shifted. I really need to feel the wind against my fur.” Sifkni looked up at the sky. She watched the twinkling stars. The clouds rolling over the last bits of sunlight.

“Do you like being a wolf?”

Sifkni turned back to Farkas. The wind blew her dark auburn hair. She had a small smile on her face. Little wrinkles formed around her eyes. “It’s all I’ve known. It’s my life. It has its hardships, but that comes with any life…. But. Yes, I love being a wolf.”

Farkas stared at her. He looked away and rubbed he back of his neck. “Tell Kodlak… tell him that I’ll be happy to accompany you on runs if he wants someone to come with you.”

#kuri does a writing #kuri wip

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ehlnofeh · 9 months

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Last Lines tag game thing!

have been tagged by the wonderful @elfinismsarts for this, gonna have a trawl through what i’ve written and hopefully i can find something for these. i will try and mark any that are spoilers and haven’t published yet too so you can skip them if you want.

think i will tag @thana-topsy @miraakswhore and @argisthebulwark to keep the list light (:

A line from your fic that makes you laugh

“He just lit that with magic! I thought Nords weren’t all that fond of it.”

“Oh! No they’re mostly fine with things like that. A few party tricks never hurt.”

“It also comes in handy in a fight,” said Athis. “Of course, I’m still trying to get better with my sword, but it doesn’t hurt to surprise a bandit who thinks they are going to win with a little fire.” He had an amused look on his face.

Finwe placed her face in her hands and leant forward, her elbows on the table in despair and her hair closing like curtains around her knuckles. “I have been fretting this entire time over nothing,” she said, muffled in her palms. “There has been no point to me doing that.”

I really enjoy parts like this and it’s very funny when Finwe is fretting over what she perceives to be nothing at all, especially when Athis and Ria get a laugh out of it too.

A line from your fic that makes you sad **spoilers**

Finwe took another drink, trying to calm her nerves. “What would you do, if you felt unable to hold back?”

Kodlak took his time to consider his answer. “I would give myself some time and space to calm my feelings. But, I would stay and fight through it as any warrior of our ilk would do. We did not garner our reputation by fleeing at the sight of danger.”

“What if I’m not strong enough to win that fight?” Finwe asked, sorrow in her voice.

This section is the most upset i think i’ve ever made Liv so uh yeah definitely counts for sad when Finwe is weighing up what to do.

A line from your fic you're proud of

The three of them walked through the now quiet market, seeing a few people that had decided to also get some air in the evening. They wandered for a bit, with no real direction, before settling on looking over the city wall behind Jorrvaskr.

The moons were still just rising, Masser currently dissected by the Throat of the World and casting the eastern land in a pale glow. They could almost make out Valtheim towers in the distance, along the river and following the road into Eastmarch. Finwe also looked down to the farms and houses that dotted the landscape outside the city, with dull lights visible in the windows of some. They looked very peaceful out there, with plenty of space to use as you pleased, provided you had enough gold.

I like when i can set a scene and enjoy the peacefulness that i think the moons bring, so quite proud of the way i did this little bit.

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“Go, run!” Hadvar exclaimed as he burst into a light sprint. Finwe followed suit as quickly as she could, overtaking the Imperial soldier. As is often the case when being chased by something, you only need to ensure that you are not the slowest thing being chased.

This was currently Hadvar, and the bear was closing in.

The first chapter is one that i do want to rewrite at some point, so there’s a lot that i could take from it, but think this makes a good point of the tone i initially tried.

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Yamarz grinned as he stepped away from her. “Because it’s clear you need to help my people. Imagine the guilt, knowing I failed to stop the giants’ attacks on this tribe. Imagine the suffering they would endure as they wipe my people from Nirn. You couldn’t just sit back and watch that happen now, could you?”

I like the way i’ve written Yamarz; conniving and willing to do anything to ensure his little position of power remains intact.

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“It’s still dark outside… so, late. You slept all evening?” Ria asked. “You were gone for longer than we thought you would be, Athis was getting a little worried, but…” Ria placed her finger over her mouth, not giving Finwe a chance to answer her question. “I knew you’d be alright, wherever you were.”

Here, have a drunk Ria telling Finwe how concerned Athis was, even if he’s less willing to share that himself.

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I’m at work and can’t find anything ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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His retort was interrupted when he spotted the open safe in the corner. “Liza! I’ve told you not to open this.” Gorem quickly stepped to the door and closed it, rolling the handle and feeling the bolts click back into place.

“You could at least make it a challenge for me. I tell you every time to change the combination and every time it’s still four-five-one.” Liza rolled her eyes at the suggestion she would refrain from checking inside for anything nefarious.

“I don’t want to change it,” Gorem said clearly. “You know that it’s my favourite number and that won’t just alter itself overnight.”

“It’s a silly favourite number. It’s not even prime!” Liza exclaimed, exasperated by the idea it was a good number.

This one is from my own original stuff and i have the freedom to throw more easter eggs in i feel. the egg in question relates to my love for dishonored, but even that is an easter egg that harks back to the older immersive sim games that are out there.

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“Fucking damn it!”

This is the first time that Finwe swears in the fic.

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He switched up and let her come to him and she obliged, trying to force her way through his more limited defence. This worked for a few attempts, but he suddenly changed his footwork and began to move with ease, staying just far enough away and never stopping, like a dancer at a Breton ball. She had to push just a bit further to reach him every time and he could see the frustration begin to build. Eventually, she tired and went for one large stretch too many before he sidestepped and tripped her trailing leg, sending her forward into a heap.

I love writing action and i especially like showing the imbalance between a warrior who is in his prime in Vilkas and Finwe trying to keep up. She’s formidable in her own right, but i like to think he has the tactics to adjust to any challenge that he faces.

#tag game thing idk #always nice to post some writing lol #even a little of my own stuff there too #got stuck at one point and then watched the football so this took me like hours to do lmao

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