#Miraak

[argisthebulwark]

Miraak but he wears his robes like Gortash (hairy tits out)

#miraak #skyrim

[feykrorovaan]

I like that when it comes to Miraak, a ton of us were just like "enemies to lovers" no matter how much Bethesda told us "No. Miraak bad. >:I"

Fans:"He should be redeemed."

Bethesda:"Noooo."

Fans:

#feykrorovaan #elder scrolls #tes #skyrim #tesblr #Miraak #Tes V:Skyrim #Dragonborn #Miraak x Dragonborn

[enolezdrata]

#miraak #hermaeus mora #the elder scrolls #skyrim #my art

[napstachill]

his ass is not getting out of apocrypha

#miraak #hermaeus mora #tesblr #the elder scrolls #tes #skyrim

[shapelytimber]

Look at this absolute nerd

[PRINT] - [COMMISSIONS]

Hermaeus Mora knows about lightbulbs (this drawing is lore friendly and immersive)

Process below ! vvv

The dragon was too big to fit in the frame fofklfof so you get Herma mora (less cute but more eyeballs !)

PS : Omfg the colors took so long aaaaaaaaaaa

#I'm still mad u don't have the option in vanilla to not side with Herma mora at the end #but then again it's skyrim why would you have a choice- #let me side with the problematic babygirl todd !!!! #miraak #tes #tes skyrim #skyrim #skyrim dragonborn #hermaeus mora #daedric prince #dragonborn #apocrypha #art #my art #digital art #illustration #fanart #skyrim fanart #the elder scrolls

[gortrash]

My fav headcanon about Miraak back on Nirn after thousands of years is that he’s still scared shitless of Paarthurnax. Like imagine working under the dragon cult and knowing Alduin’s lieutenant as one of the most cruel masters ever, whose name literally means overlord ambition cruelty, then fast forward after getting out of Apocrypha and the LDB says “hey I wanna introduce you to my dad” and it’s him. Miraak watching with abject horror as the LDB sits peacefully under him and meditates. I think that’s funny.

#similarly paarthurnax is like ‘I know who you are.’ but doesn’t do anything malicious #just does his whole ‘I’m peaceful now and accepted my nature’ thing #but he knows how much it fucks Miraak up LMAO #Miraak freed is the only Miraak #Miraak killed at the Summit? I don’t know her. #Miraak #skyrim #paarthurnax

[forgamers]

Deadly busy

#video games #video game #video #games #game #gamer #gaming #gamers #other #meme #Skyrim #TES #TES V #TES Skyrim #Miraak

[gruvu]

Wanted to do more painting like things and kindly asked @sbeep to draw her miraak. He was a fun study and I like how it turned out.

#gruvu's art #Sbeep #Miraak #skyrim #elder scrolls skyrim #skyrim miraak #Elder scrolls #es skyrim

[lagsemantics]

Has this been done before?

(I'll get back to drawing as soon as I finish my portfolio im sorri)

#skyrim #the elder scrolls #tes 5 #tesblr #skyrim memes #miraak #the last dragonborn

[argisthebulwark]

Nothing Left For Me, I Am Pleading

summary: The fallout after you learn he's cheated on you. gn reader, no pronouns or y/n used. feat: Vilkas, Miraak, Farkas, Brynjolf, Cicero warnings: angsty hurt/no comfort. cheating in an established relationship. swearing. reference to sexual acts, nothing explicit. masterlist

Vilkas' fingers are uncharacteristically chilly when they grab your arm. Your stomach churns at the contact - mere hours had passed since they'd touched someone else. "Don't go." You see every muscle in his body tense - does he anticipate you lashing out at him? Your anger is far too cold for that, a detached hatred that drowns out any love you've felt for him. "Give me one good reason to stay." You sniff, glaring up at the man you've loved so deeply that it hurt. Your heart is shredding in your chest but you refuse to show him. After last night, he does not deserve to see you hurt. You will grant him no opportunity to comfort you. "I thought of you the whole time." "Is that supposed to make me feel better?" You seethe, wrenching your arm from his grasp. "How kind of you to remember me while fucking some stranger at the tavern." "Please." His voice is caught in his throat when he steps closer, hand still reaching uselessly toward you. "I - we just lost Kodlak. He's the closest thing I've ever had to a parent and I felt so fucking lost. I didn't know what to do with myself." His nose wrinkles and you know he's fighting back tears. Strangely, you feel no urge to comfort him - all you want is to escape this damned room. "I was there." You curse your voice for wobbling. "Farkas was there. Our friends were right there - we were all there grieving Kodlak. Together." "I know." He mumbles, sucking in a shaky breath. "I should have talked to you - I don't know why I did that. Nothing makes sense." "You should talk to someone, maybe your brother." You press your lips into a tight line, clamping down the sob tearing at your throat. "I hope you can figure things out, Vilkas." You do hope that he can figure things out. Grief is messy but when you turn away from him, there's a sense of finality to it. You clench your fists to stop their shaking and before you can take that first step away from Vilkas, his voice stops you dead in your tracks. "Can we try again someday?" His voice is so defeated, as if he already knows your answer. Why did he bother asking? "I know that Kodlak meant a lot to you." You squeeze your eyes shut against those damned tears. "But I can never forgive this." "I understand." Vilkas sniffs and you're glad you turned away. The sight of him crying could break you. "I'll always love you, though." You can't think of a response that doesn't break your heart.

"It meant nothing, Mal Dov." You smack away Miraak's hand - you know he wants to caress your face, to calm your nerves as he has so many times before. You can hardly think past her fucking voice ringing through your head. "After that, my hopes of being named High Priestess don't seem so far-fetched. Our lord truly is blessed, isn't he? Well, I suppose you know that better than anyone." She'd bumped into you like it was a silly little mistake, dragon mask pulled aside to display the messy state of her lipstick. The thought of what she'd done for Miraak - the thought of him with anyone else, it makes you sick. "Nothing?" You spit the word back at him. You hate that look on his face, the tears gathering in his eyes. He has the audacity to make you feel like the hurtful one. "In my time, it was quite common to maintain a concubine -" "Oh, fuck you!" Angry tears spill down your cheeks, that hot ball of rage fueled with every word that passes his lips. "You would burn Tamriel if another man dared to kiss me, yet you expect me to be alright with some priestess getting on her knees for you?" "My beloved, please allow me to explain." Miraak reaches for you once more, an offer that feels so loaded. You know that if you take his hand he will whisper sweet apologies in your ear and promises that he will spend the rest of his unnatural life with you. He will tell you that a passing moment with a priestess means nothing compared to an eternity at your side. "No." You reject, gulping past the knot in your throat. Drying your tears you turn, hands shaking when they clench at your sides. "No explanation will undo your actions."

Sunlight bursts over the horizon, bright and cheerful. Farkas' snores echo across the hall as your weary eyes wander toward the window to watch. Your throat is raw from swallowing those ugly sobs and your cheeks are stained with war paint and tears. Clutching your knees to your chest you wait, stuffed into the same chair you've been seated in for hours. When the doors creak open your heart leaps into your throat. You've practiced the speech over and over, memorizing the words and praying that you won't stumble but it's all gone when you see her. The woman is half dressed when she scurries through Jorrvaskr, offering you a kind smile when she spots you. "Sorry if we kept you up." Her voice holds no malice - you're certain that she's interpreted you as a disgruntled housemate. "Can you point me toward the exit?" Your voice ceases to function, merely pointing her toward the front doors. Uncertain of how much time passes you remain there, knees tucked to your chest scrambling for the words you'd planned out so carefully. "Gods, it's bright." Farkas' rich voice causes a fresh wave of tears. Through blurry vision you watch him emerge from the living quarters, one hand shading his eyes from the sun. "My love - what day is it? I thought you weren't back until Middas?" "The assignment was easy." You gulp, hating the way he kneels right in front of you. His thumb traces through the mess of war paint on your face and you suck in a deep breath. "Everyone acted so strange when I returned. I thought perhaps it was because I was a bit early - they were all fairly drunk." "We drank far too much last." Farkas moans, still scrubbing at your cheek. "I can hardly remember anything past dinner." "When Aela tried to stop me from going to bed I knew something was wrong." "My beloved -" "I saw you." You sob, shoving at his bare chest when he attempts to hold you. Your heart is cracking deep in your chest, fat tears spilling down your cheeks but you can't let him piece you back together. "I heard you, Farkas -" "It was a drunken mistake. Please," rough hands cup your face but you're shaking your head. You can't see him through the tears but you know he's crying too. "Please don't leave me." "I can't stop seeing it." You hiccup, curling deeper into the chair. "I can't even look at you."

"I would have raised him better than that." Karliah's hand pats your shoulder. "The Brynjolf I knew would never do that." "He did." Your voice sounds scratchy and far away. Whether it's from rage or the alcohol you aren't certain. You're lying flat on the bar, Vekel's infinite patience saving you from the floor as the world tilts and dips around you. "I have some friends in the Brotherhood." Delvin pipes up from somewhere far away. You aren't sure if you're laughing or sobbing at his comment, noises and tears slipping out of you. "Want me to kill 'im?" "I could kill him for you." Vex offers and you bury your head in your arms. You feel sick - you'd hoped that too many drinks would rid that image from your brain but it persists. His lips on her skin, her fingers in his hair, the sound of her sighing his name. "There you are." His voice still sends shivers down your spine. You bury your face in your arms, mind still stuck on the way his hand wrapped around someone else's waist. "I've been lookin' for you -" "To what?" Vex snaps. "Looking to do some more damage?" "Love, gimme a chance." "Get away from me." "C'mon, I know it was fucked up but we were together for years. I told her I'm with you, that we had to stop before things went too far -" "I said get away from me." You whirl toward him, the world spinning and your stomach flipping dangerously with the motion. Warm hands are there to steady you, Brynjolf's familiar scent filling your nostrils as your bleary eyes struggle to focus on him. "Talk to me, love. Just for a bit, yeah?" "We are done." You stare up at him, hating the way his eyes still make your heart flutter. "I'm taking some time off -" "Don't say that. Think of the Guild - we need you, I need you." "You should've thought of the fucking Guild!" You sob, hands smacking against his chest. "You should've thought about me! You don't get to do this, you don't get to make this my fault." "I know sweetheart, trust me I know it's my fault." "You should probably leave for now, Bryn." Karliah taps his shoulder when you devolve into a mess of sobs. His hands slip from your face and gods help you, after everything you hate to feel it. "Give it time." "I'll be here, love. Whenever you're ready I'll be here waitin' for you."

"I'm sorry." Cicero snivels, falling into your lap. "Cicero's so sorry, Listener - please don't leave me, don't leave your awful Keeper." The indecision is paralyzing; so badly you want to comfort him, to comb through the mess of his hair and wipe at his face until he's calmed down but you cannot. You can't stop thinking about the dreamy look on his face after someone else's lips touched his. "Please, Listener." He gasps, fingers screwed up in the front of your armor. You can't bring yourself to rebuff him but do not have the capacity to soothe him. "Please, Cicero is so sorry - they were helping with Mother's rituals and so kind to me, so sweet helping with prayers and honeyed words." He hiccups, a sob breaking up his explanations. You want nothing more than to forgive him, to wipe at his tears and tell your beloved that everything will be alright, but find those words too difficult. "Was I not enough?" Your voice breaks, tears finally spilling down your cheeks. The flood of emotions is too much all at once when Cicero buries his face in your shoulder. God it hurts - you've known hurt but nothing like this, betrayal that cuts down to the bone. "You're everything!" He howls, both your bodies shaking with the weight of his sobs. "Terrible, awful Keeper - I don't deserve that title, the Listener deserves someone much better." "Calm down." You urge, unable to resist rubbing a hand down his back. The sensation of his body curling into yours is so familiar but there is no warmth, no love in the way he clings to you - only guilt. His voice is torn as he mumbles your title over and over, apologies mingled in as he professes his guilt. "Love you, Listener. Love you, love you, love you..." he trails off, wet kisses placed along your throat. "Silly Cicero made a horrible mistake but oh, how I love you." "You know I love you." You choke on the words, shocked at how hard it is to say. You do love Cicero, you always will. "But my beloved -" "Don't, Listener - please, your Keeper begs you." He sniffles, breaths finally evening out. "Don't leave poor Cicero. Anything, I'll do anything, just don't leave." "I don't think we can get past this." His arms tighten around your middle, tears streaming down your face as the raw pain pounds through your body with each beat of your wretched heart. "You know I love you, my Cicero, but I don't think there is any mending this." You sit there, clutching Cicero to your chest and crying until your lungs threaten to give out. You are both painfully aware that as soon as you let each other go that is the end. When he slides from your lap he will no longer be your Cicero, you will simply be two Brotherhood members who cannot look each other in the eyes. So you hold him, allowing him to cry into your armor and shedding endless tears over the love you've both lost.

#writing #skyrim x reader #x reader fanfic #angst #vilkas #miraak #farkas #brynjolf #cicero

[silusvesuius]

can't catch a break huuuuuuh

#my art #miraak #hermaeus mora #kept my promise barely made it

[enolezdrata]

And all together now! I opened my ask box for names again. In March, I'll look in there and choose someone else! Planning to draw Azure, Boethiah, Mephala, Naryu Virian, Martin Septim and Cosades or Curio

#the elder scrolls #miraak #teldryn sero #neloth #almalexia #dagoth ur #sotha sil #vaermina #sheogorath #divayth fyr #mannimarco

[napstachill]

its mora summoning day

congrats! you've succeeded!

also i guess his unwilling dog is here?

#the elder scrolls #tes #skyrim #hermaeus mora #miraak

[shapelytimber]

Hello my Elder Scrolls tarot deck is tangible now !!

If you want to help fund the project and get a deck (22 cards), come visit the kickstarter page !

Here are all the cards that are in the deck !

(you might see some little differences between these and the ones I had originally posted here. I changed some colors that would have looked horrible once printed, I 'cleaned' them up a bit and modified some details I was not happy with :)

I've been working on this for a long time, and it's finally here ! Unfortunately, printing cards is *expensive*, and I can't drop that much money from my pocket (and not being certain I'll ever see them back-)... So that's why I have set up a kickstarter to cover the printing expenses. It will be up for 40 days (until the 2 april 2024), and I'll need 1200€ to fund the project.

More details about the box, the reward tiers and what countries are available for shipping below vvv

details for the box and personalized 'thank you' card

And here are all the reward tiers !

Shipping is available in all the EU (+switzerland), US and Canada. (Sorry for the uk, but the post brexit shipping paperwork was too difficult for me-)

If you have any questions, feel free to contact me via dm or ask :)

PS : sorry for the tags omfg so many characters

#martin septim #serana #almalexia #potema septim #uriel septim #paarthurnax #hircine #miraak #aela the huntress #m'aiq the liar #sheogorath #nocturnal #lucien lachance #sanguine #sotha sil #vivec #molag bal #alduin #azura #vaermina #erandur #dagoth ur #hermaeus mora #tarot cards #morrowind #oblivion #skyrim #kickstarter #tes fanart

[aldruiel-scribbles]

#skyrim wrapped #skyrim #the elder scrolls #skyrim dovahkiin #skyrim dragonborn #dovahkiin #dragonborn #skyrim memes #the last dragonborn #miraak #miraak x dragonborn #skyrim miraak #miraak x ldb

[sweetroll-muncher]

Someone told him to act his age

#this is no time to nap bruh #he’s so weird #skyrim #elder scrolls #tes #tesblr #miraak