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downtherabbithole-tumbleedition · 6 months

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Sorry for the late reply.

But can I request a playtonic yandere Alduin x daughter Dragon Born reader

Like the reader Dragon soul is his daughter that died years ago but got reborn as a Dragon born dark elf. And when he realized it his daughter reborn he trys to trun her down a dark path and make him Join his side. Please.

And if you can't do it I can think of something else. This just been on my mind lately

Mockingbird

(Yandere! Platonic! Father! Alduin x Dragonborn! Reader)

“And if you ask me to

Daddy’s gonna buy you a mockingbird, I’ma give you the world

I’ma buy a diamond ring for you, I’ma sing for you

I’ll do anything for you to see you smile.

And if that mockingbird don’t sing

And that ring don’t shine

I’d go back to the jeweller who sold it to ya

And make him eat every carat, don’t fuck with dad.”

- Mockingbird, Eminem.

Dragons did not love. Love was for mortals, for lesser beings who lived only a short life where they could freely give their heart to another with no thought of what eternity meant.

Alduin was as old as time itself, the all mighty world eater who cared only for the power he held. Nothing could sway his cold, black heart - not his brothers, the female dovah he laid with, of the endless amount of mortals he devoured.

But you were so tiny, so fragile - one of his nails would have been enough to end your vulnerable little life. And yet, he found himself not desiring your death, perhaps even feeling sick at the thought of it.

The mortal form was an ancient secret among dragon kind, often used to communicate with dragon priests and blend in among mortals when necessary. Alduin despised to use it and thought dragons who used it often to be weak. However, a benefit of such a form was an easier and faster birth for female dragons, perhaps safer as well.

In dragon form, the female would pass the egg as soon as her body allowed, forcing her to guard her offspring for as long as it took to hatch. It could be an especially daunting time, even more so when the female and male hadn’t mated for life. As distasteful as it was, pregnancy was a far safer process for both the mother and offspring if she stayed in her mortal form until the young could leave the womb.

Alduin had never found a dovah worthy enough to be deemed his life partner, but it was awfully satisfying to see how many would throw themselves at his feet just to be mounted by him. Your mother had been one of those - just another female Alduin had fucked and discarded, most likely not even bothering to satisfy her. He had done it countless times, nothing should have been different.

And yet, somehow, his seed had taken root in her womb and made you.

When she came again at his feet, she was foolish enough to believe the seed in her womb would force Alduin to make her his mate.

“Your young is inside me!” She had exclaimed, clutching her stomach, still in her distasteful mortal form. “You and I shall be bound for life!”

He had laughed her at then, a cruel and malicious sound that had snuffed any hope from her eyes, leaving only fear. Alduin did not tolerate insubordination, planning to kill her and the infernal young that grew inside her.

Odahviing, his general and right hand man, had stopped him - much to Alduin’s rage. The general had claimed that killing her would be foolish when Alduin needed an heir, and she seemed the only dovah that had ever been able to carry Alduin’s young successfully.

Alduin was not convinced, countering that he would never cease to exist and, therefore, no heir was needed. Odahviing had his reply, however, stating something along the lines of the bloodline needing to spread if Alduin wanted to rule other worlds.

Although he found it suspicious that Odahviing was fighting so hard to keep the offspring alive, Alduin humoured him - both from the begrudging urge to have young, and morbid curiosity to see if the female would even survive carrying the world eater’s child.

Just as Alduin had suspected, the female did not survive the birth. How could she when you carved your way out from her insides, leaving only a bloody and mangled mess in her place? Begrudgingly, Alduin felt the prick of pride of his young being entering the world with blood on her hands.

He’d planned to kill you, he truly had… but then you looked at him with eyes as red as his own, your cries calming immediately at his touch. So delicate, so trusting.

Every mortal disgusted him but, there you were, born in your mortal form and… disgustingly adorable.

Tomorrow, he told himself every day when the sun set, failing once again to rid you from the earth. Tomorrow the girl will die. But you never did and, before he knew it, you were talking, walking on your own two feet and hanging off the world eaters wings and horns as if he couldn’t kill you in a breath.

“Can we fly now?” You’d always ask him, picking up the ancient language easily from constant interactions with Odahviing and Parthunax. They were the only other living souls he trusted around you, and even that had very quick limits.

“Entitled girl,” he’d grumble, annoyed at your constant requests at him. But, by the end of the day, you were on his back and he was gliding through the air. “I will throw you off if you do not hold on,” he’d threaten. That did not affect you, however, continuously throwing your arms in the air.

Supposedly, you grew bored of “tame” flights in the air, wanting to find your own wings. Alduin’s heart was in his throat when he no longer felt the tiny wait on his back, watching with wide eyes as you plummeted to the ground.

He roared, loud enough to disturb the mountains, chasing after you as fast as his wings would allow. Thank Akatosh he had caught you before you hit the ground. Alduin doubted the world wanted to know what he’d do if he had lost you.

“Are you a FOOL?!” He’d yelled in anger as soon as you arrived home, smoke coming from his mouth due to the rage that rang through him.

“I just wanted to fly, like you,” you replied, far too calm for someone who had practically been on death’s doorstep.

Initially, Alduin had been enraged and frustrated that you had never turned to your dovah form - your true form. The world eater found himself constantly questioning what value you held if you remained in a lesser mortal form ever, wondering if he should kill you and try again.

However, he very quickly became thankful that you seemed unable to become a dragon - after all, you couldn’t leave him if you were entirely reliant on his protection, right? When you grew up and no longer desired to stay by his side at all times, he could simply lock you up in the highest point of the world, away from the all the dangers and unknowns of the world. Your only visitor and protection being Alduin.

After your little jumping stunt, he pondered locking you away from the world early.

“I’m sorry,” you had told him that night, hiding under his wing as you always did when you were scared or sad. “I won’t do it again.”

No, his plan would wait; you weren’t even trying to get away from him yet, why should he make you hate him so soon?

Alduin did not know gentleness or love or affection but he tried his very best to be those things with you, because you relied on him and were the only thing in this world that wasn’t afraid of him. If dragons loved one thing aside from themselves, it was their treasure, and you were the most precious treasure in the world.

But all good things come to an end and any remorse Alduin had inside him was ripped out when the mortals rebelled.

When they took you from him.

He had been so distracted with their rebelling - forcing his hand to the point of anger - that he left his largest vulnerability opened. Someone among Alduin had betrayed him and you were stolen from him. His blood turning to ice when he realised his most precious treasure was gone.

Relentlessly, Alduin and his army had searched the earth for you, burning cities and devouring armies in his unbridled rage. Until you were returned to him, the mortals would know fear like never before.

But when he found you, your head had been stuck on a pike, hanging up like a trophy in one of the mortal camps.

The world burned.

By the time the elder scroll had been used, most of the world had already been destroyed - abolished and devoured by Alduin’s sorrowful rampage, the dragon king running entirely on revenge.

A small part of him wished the mortals had just killed him so he could once again see his precious treasure.

———

About 5000 years later…

They called you a cursed child.

About ten years ago, you had been found by a mercenary, wandering around in the snow in one of Skyrim’s most isolated and dangerous places. Thankfully, he had been one of those honourable mercenaries (as opposed to those who would have sold you) and took you to an orphanage.

You couldn’t have been any older than eight. It wasn’t exactly out of the norm for the people of Skyrim to abandon their children at an orphanage, but a child surviving the harsh dangers of the mountains for divines knew how long… now that was strange. Stranger when you held no memories of your life or family, not even a name.

What really set you aside from the others, however, were your blood red eyes.

Perhaps the mercenary - having seen all sorts of strange things across Skyrim - thought nothing of them but the people at the orphanage certainly had opinions.

“She’s a demon!” One caretaker had exclaimed, pointing at you with a trembling finger and wide fearful, eyes.

“Kill the vampire!” Another had demanded, believing whole-heartedly you were a blood sucker.

It wasn’t long before the guards had been called, many wanting to see you hung for being a “demonic child”. Luckily, the mercenary had vouched for you, explaining that he had traveled with you for weeks and you hadn’t harmed him. As it was, the guards wrote off the caretakers as “emotional women” and left you unharmed - not without some searing glares, however.

Even if they couldn’t have you burned at the stake, the orphanage wouldn’t accept you and they were under no legal obligation to. So, the mercenary took you to Riften at the temple of Mara - where everyone was reasonably tolerable - and the two of you parted ways.

Priest Maramal was nice enough, being a Redguard in Skyrim he was more than used to jeers and harassment thrown his way. You couldn’t complain about the temple, not when you were given shelter, food, and a bed - which was a lot more than some of the people in Skyrim - but you couldn’t sit still, something in your bones told you to explore, to conquer.

By thirteen, you had pickpocketed earned enough money to leave the temple of Mara.

Skyrim was rough, but you adapted fairly easily. You’d always been strong, even as a child, fast too. Due to your sharp tongue (that Maramal often said you needed to hold if you didn’t want to end up dead), you wound up in a lot of scrapes. If you couldn’t fight your way out of them, you could usually run away.

You circled back to Riften soon enough, gaining entry to the Thieve’s Guild due to light feet and quick fingers. You thought you had found a family within the guild but when you were partnered with Vex and there was a spiky situation… she left you for dead. You got out alive - because you always did - but there was an anger towards the Thieve’s Guild you couldn’t contain. You didn’t go back but, one day, you planned to get you revenge.

At sixteen, you’d somehow stumbled your way to getting Astrid’s attention, granting you entry into the Dark Brotherhood family.

It was different from the guild - somehow warmer, more like a family. Astrid was like an older sister, Nazir like an uncle, Veezera like a cranky grandpa. You’d never felt so loved.

But Astrid set you up and, before you knew it, you were in a wagon trailing to the execution block. It didn’t matter; two families had betrayed you (three if you count the first one that abandoned you) and you had nothing left in your heart.

You witnessed something scarier than death that day, however - fear incarnate. Dragons had always been legends but you never believed you’d see one so close. So angry.

Death wasn’t ready for you, it seemed, because you got away.

Not long after, you killed a dragon and absorbed its soul, the myth of the Dragonborn reviving with the dragons. How amusing it was, to watch those nords be outraged at the thought of the “cursed child” being the living version of their most worshipped legend.

They all wished to be the Dragonborn, and yet that honour was given to a girl with blood red eyes and hatred in her heart.

The Greybeards were boring and the Blades were annoying but Parthunax, well, he piqued your interest. Often times, he spoke to you like you were an old friend rather than a naive Dragonborn he had never met before.

It only became clear when Alduin attacked you and Parthunax on the throat of the world, his teeth and flames out for blood.

“Your arrogance will get you killed,” Maramal had often said, when you thought you could do anything. Maybe you should have listened more.

Stupidly, you thought you could defeat Alduin easily. You were, after all, the one thing that could kill him, right? That’s what was foretold so what did you have to be afraid of?

You had used the Dragonrend shout on Alduin, forcing the world eater to the ground. Parthunax had yelled at you to stop but you ran at the black dragon anyways, sword at the ready to slash his throat. It seemed Alduin had adapted much quicker to the shout, though, catching your sword in his teeth and flying up into the sky.

He dropped you.

Honestly, it was a little humiliating that he didn’t even have to use fire or anything of significance… all he had to do was render you useless by dropping you.

Your helmet fell from your face as you fell, unfortunately giving Alduin a perfect view of your helpless and fearful face.

His eyes are red, like mine, you thought, mind trying to escape the thoughts of death. You wanted to scold yourself for being pathetic when a tear fell down your face, realising your life was over before you did anything significant.

Or so you thought.

———

You woke up with a pounding headache, which was strange considering you didn’t recall falling asleep. You groaned with grogginess, snuggling into the comfortable bed.

Wait… I don’t have a comfortable bed.

You bolted upright, heart pumping with fear as you took in the unfamiliar surroundings. The room was huge, larger than courtroom in the Palace of Kings, made entirely of stone and gold. There were books, furniture, decor but it was all extremely mismatched and unfamiliar. As if from an ancient and unknown time.

The oddest thing, however, was that there were only three walls. There was no wall in front of her bed, only a hole big enough for a dragon to fit through.

Why did Alduin save me? You wondered. What could he gain from bringing me here?

You held back a gasp when you heard a noise and saw a man sitting in one of the chairs, staring at you with eyes as red as blood. He stood when your eyes met, taller than anyone else you had ever seen, armour pitch black and spiky.

He looked oddly familiar.

Idly, he looked around the large room with an almost reminiscent gaze. “I should have locked you in here from the beginning,” he muttered with an impossibly deep voice, barley loud enough for her to hear.

You didn’t know what he was talking about but you knew you needed to get out of there. On your left, you spied a gold dagger - not extremely sharp but it should have been enough to injure him.

“Do not try that,” he rumbled when you made the slightest movement, making you whip your head back to him. “Even if you could hurt me, you are far too high up to ever escape safely, little one.”

“Why am I here?” You demanded.

He looked at you then, and you realised, without a doubt, that he was Alduin. That only made the situation even more confusing.

“You are safe here,” he said, as if it was nothing less than a fact. “You can despise me but I will not risk your safety for your happiness ever again.”

“Aren’t you the one who wants me dead?” You questioned dryly, still internally gawking at the fact you were having a conversation with the world eater.

The bastard chuckled. “You really have no idea, do you?”

You only have him a confused look.

“Why would I ever kill my only child?”

Your heart dropped to your stomach, blood turning to ice at his words.

“You’re lying.

“An immortal being has no reason to lie.”

You raced to the gold dagger, gripping it in your hand and throwing at Alduin. He barley needed to move to dodge it, the puny attack having no affect on him.

He left after that, claiming you needed to “calm yourself”. You spent hours exploring the place, restlessly searching for a way out that wouldn’t leave you plastered on the ground.

You didn’t know how long you had been there but eventually, he had come back and you attacked him once more, making him leave again. That cycle repeated itself until you were tired, disheartened by how unaffected he was.

“What do you want from me?” You asked him one day, when you had curled into yourself out of pure exhaustion. He had no answer.

Your numbing limbo changed one day, though. Your armour, light as it was, was stiffening your joints. You stripped out of it, leaving you in the simple clothes you had underneath.

Alduin visited you, like normal, but when you turned your back to him, he roared in anger and his eyes glowed red.

“Who did this to you?” He demanded, voice deeper and louder in his dragon form.

You were confused for a moment, having sported no knee injuries since being abducted. But then you remembered the deep, numerous scars on your back - a reminder of Astrid’s intense training. She once said it was necessary if you were to become strong and you thought she cared about you… but now you wondered if she just always hated you.

Despite yourself, you told Alduin. He was the world eater - evil and deadly, the very thing you were supposed to kill… but he was also the only being who had ever looked upon your wounds, your suffering, and given a damn. And, if he was to he believe?d, he was your father, why shouldn’t you tell him?

It was a strange relief to tell someone else your woes, to unleash the many stories of sufferings and betrayal you had faced. By the end of it, you had tears down your face.

Alduin said nothing, oddly calm. Perhaps, he didn’t care.

“Get on.”

You looked up at him with wide eyes, confused as to what he meant.

“Get on my back.”

Still confused, you listened to him, hauling yourself up onto his back and grasping at his spikes so you didn’t fall.

Flying was exhilarating, freedom like you had never known it. You had the urge to spread your arms and feel the wind but Alduin snapped at you when you did.

“Where are we going?” You asked, having to yell so you could be heard over the wind.

“To get revenge.”

When you had told him what had happened to you, it wasn’t your intention for him to burn down Riften. And by all accounts, you should’ve climbed off his back and fought him, made him stop. But… no one in Riften gave a half damn about you. They saw you as the cursed child, a blight on Skyrim.

There was terrible feeling of glee as you watched the wooden houses burn.

You hunted down the Dark Brotherhood after that, adorning your armour and sword, taking a great joy in watching Astrid choke on her own blood.

You knew this wasn’t what the Dragonborn was made more, quite the opposite, but could you be considered the hero of Skyrim when Skyrim hated you? When all you had been given was betrayal and suffering?

You didn’t just let Alduin get away with drowning the cities in fire and blood, you helped him.

The Blades watched in horror as their noble hero was tainted with the blood of the innocent, the Greybeards mourning the prodigy that never was.

Maybe you should have felt guilt but you didn’t really give a damn.

Your blood told you to conquer, so that’s what you did.

———

Alduin feared his daughter would forever be corrupted with ideas of killing him, that she had been manipulated to the point of no return.

Perhaps he should have thanked Skyrim for being so horrible to her - what was it they said? The child that is not embraced by the village will burn it down Yo feel it’s warmth.

The world eater was filled with pride as he watched you slaughter the mortals, the lesser beings who should have known better than to lay a finger on you. If his pride allowed him, he would have thanked Odahviing for making him keep you alive.

Alduin savoured these moments of rage and fire, devouring with his daughter at his side…. Because it would never happen again.

When you had had your revenge and Skyrim had paid the price for disrespecting you, he’d take you back to that tower and ensure you never left.

Perhaps you’d go back to hating him but how could he risk it? How could he risk losing you after he just got you back? Akatosh had given him a gift of mercy in bringing you back to life, and it was not a gift Alduin would waste.

Perhaps in a few centuries, when you were strong enough to defend yourself and smart enough not to be betrayed, you could go free.

No. Alduin truly didn’t believe he could willingly let you back to those wolves in such a vulnerable state. When you could leave on your own, when you had completed your transformation into a dovah, Alduin would do nothing to stop you from conquering the world yourself.

Of course, Alduin prayed to Akatosh that day would never come.

——

I don’t know how that was but I hope you enjoyed. I feel like I rushed the ending a bit lol.

I took some creative liberty with your suggestion so sorry about that.

#Skyrim #Alduin #platonic yandere #yandere skyrim #yandere #yandere Alduin #dragons #the elder scrolls #yandere x reader #female mc #x reader

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yanderes-galore · 3 months

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Odahviing (Skyrim), Romantic/Platonic with darling who is just a normal resident of Skyrim close to the Dragonborn but not actually the Dragonborn. Maybe the Dragonborn had to protect them from danger one time and they called upon Odahviing during it, which is when they (Odahviing & Darling) first met and now Odahviing keeps guarding over them. Maybe also include prompts 16 and 17 from Yandere Writing Prompts #2?

Sure! I keep forgetting to link the prompts for these, oof, here it is!

Odahviing says something in Thuum, it's "My Possession".

Yandere Odahviing Prompts 16 + 17

"I will protect you from everything."

"You can always count on me, my love."

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Possessiveness behavior implied, Darling chooses to be oblivious, Dubious companionship.

Being allies with The Dragonborn had its perks. The child of a Jarl you already had some power within your city. Since you befriended The Dragonborn you have had protection from not only them... but real dragons you thought you feared.

One dragon even seemed to be attached to you himself.

Odahviing has redeemed himself with help from The Dragonborn after the death of Alduin. You originally feared him due to all the dragon attacks. However, in order to protect you, The Dragonborn summoned him to watch over your city.

While the order was no longer necessary, you still end up interacting with the dragon regularly.

Your father, the Jarl of the city/town you live in, originally didn't like you interacting with the large draconic beast. However, Odahviing has proven to be loyal to protecting all under The Dragonborn's word. Befriending the dragon has even allowed you to learn more about your former enemies.

Although... you never saw the true feelings the dragon held towards you.

Odahviing protected you like you were a treasure. In a way you were due to your position and bond with The Dragonborn. If anything happened to you, Odahviing would surely be blamed.

But that wasn't the only reason Odahviing liked you.

You provided interesting conversation with the dragon. You expressed interest instead of the fear you once had. When Odahviing saved you he earned your trust...

He even wanted to earn your attention as your guard.

Even if it required burning everyone who stood in his way.

"I will protect you from everything." Odahviing growls towards you in a promise as you walk towards him. "Not just for my lord, but because I've grown fond of you."

"You are my strongest ally, Odahviing." You praise, smiling as the dragon's eyes stare into you intently. "Your efforts will be rewarded with whatever you wish."

"You can always count on me, Dii Piraak." Odahviing says softly. "But there is only one thing I covet."

"What is that?" You ask as the dragon laughs softly. You don't understand his language and can only assume it's a nickname. If only you knew.

"You. All I need is you by my side. For that, I am eternally loyal to you and my lord." Odahviing hums.

"... then that is what you shall receive." You say, choosing to ignore the implications. You choose to see his words as just being your protector.

However... based on the nickname Pirraak, that's most likely not just what he means.

#yandere skyrim #yandere odahviing #yandere dragon

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 11 months

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Not only do Khajiit men have barbed penises, but all Khajiit have tongues that are noticeably a little rougher than your average human or Mer. Not enough to hurt and not quite as sandpapery as a housecat, but pretty close. They also do have toe beans but they're not quite as soft and squishy as a domestic cat unless they've lived a life of luxury.

A yandere Khajiit will have an easy time stalking a Darling in the dark, but one tell that a Khajiit's got it bad is that they will blink slowly when looking at their Darling. And they may not even realize they're doing it unless another Khajiit points it out to make fun of them.

Just imagine Inigo purring contentedly whenever he's close with his Dragonborn Darling, staring and slow-blinking at them and getting a little flustered if they ask what he's doing (he hastily explains it's a sign that a Khajiit...trusts someone. Cares about them very much. Yes.).

Licking Darling to groom them whenever they're on the road and they don't have a comb or brush. It kind of works, plus now his scent is on them! Mer and humans may not notice, but Argonians and other Khajiit can definitely tell.

Speaking of scent, he loves sharing a bed or bedroll with his Darling because they cling to his furry body for warmth; and since he wants nothing more than to get his scent on them and vice versa, he loves that they get to spend hours sleeping/cuddling/maybe-humping-a-little intertwined with each other. Immediate ticket to Purr City right there

Fighting the urge to start kneading their stomach and thighs in public (unless they're already a couple, in which case he loooves doing it where everyone can see), only doing it when they're alone together. He explains it's another way Khajiit show affection towards someone they trust and like. Plus...they're very soft even if they don't have fur like him. Doesn't a little massage sound nice after a full day of adventuring and dragon-slaying?

#.khajiit #.inigo #.skyrim #yandere khajiit #yandere inigo #yandere skyrim #.myshit #thots

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glitchbitchwritingblog · 11 months

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Precious: Yandere Ancano x NonDB!Fem!Apprentice Mage! Reader

Yandere Ancano x Non-DB! Fem!Apprentice Mage! Reader Part One

From the moment he laid eyes on you,you were trapped. There was no way to escape or run away,your fate had been sealed. He watched you in your classes and during your break times,he rarely didn't know where you were. During his time observing you,Ancano noticed that you weren't very good at taking care of yourself. You often forgot to eat and sleep,there were even occasions where you fainted during class due to exhaustion.

Obviously you don't know how to take care of yourself so he has to take care of you himself. You'll thank him one day and until then he can easily handle you.

It was easy setting up a secret place not even his superiors knew about. He made sure everything was perfect for the both of you. You had your own room of course,he knew you'd need your own space and would be quite fussy in the beginning. He had made sure your bed was made of the best materials money could buy,your sheets were of good linen and your pillows and comforters stuffed with feathers. Your second blanket,as you often slept with two on the rare occasion you did sleep in your dorm room,was made of a soft blue velvet and would keep you nice and snug. On the floor of the room were two soft black rugs made from the pelt of two cave bears,the floor itself made of gray stone. The walls were made of cobblestone and beautiful tapestries depicting love stories decorated the walls. A fireplace kept the room warm,two chairs and a table facing it,and a bookshelf full of many different books sat against the wall to the left of it. All that needed to be done to it was to put some candles in it.

The night Ancano finally captured you,you had agreed to aid him in testing a tea he had made. He had told you he was trying to make the perfect tea for his father back in the Summerset Isles. He'd taste it himself but he had been trying for so long all the flavors tasted the same. You were so sweet as you drank the tea,complimenting him on its subtle notes of Jasmine,and you became even cuter when you fell asleep in his chair,completely left to his mercy.

#Yandere Skyrim #Skyrim #fanfic #Yandere #Yandere Ancano #Y!Ancano #Ancano Skyrim #Ancano #Thalmor #High Elf #reader #F!Reader #Mage

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amber-michaelson · 1 year

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chocolatte-and-despair · 2 years

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Do you write requests for Skyrim? Cicero with a dom personality, dragonborn/listener if so? I'm thinking along the lines of when they've done all the main quests and seen and experienced a lot of shit, but whatever would be great.

Cicero

When he had first met you, he believed that you were quite a kind stranger, helping him and Mother out when their carriage had broken down. That's why he was surprised to find out someone that followed a righteous path ended up in the dark brotherhood.

Cicero would always look for chances to repay the debt he owed you. Besides that, he was a newcomer too, so he understood how you must have felt.

After he slowly started to get closer to you, he was fascinated by how headstrong you seemed. Compared to Astrid, you seemed to be a much better leader, even if for Cicero, the dark mother should be the leader.

When you had been found out to be the listener, Cicero is completely overjoyed. He knew something was perfect about you. He knew you were perfect and that was why!

Cicero wanted to show you how much he admired you... And he did it by getting rid of everyone who didn't believe in your powers...

"It's all for you and the night mother, dear listener!~"

#yandere skyrim imagines #yandere imagines #skyrim imagines #yandere skyrim #yandere #yandere skyrim headcanons #yandere headcanons #skyrim headcanons #cicero #yandere cicero

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ddarker-dreams · 7 months

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Chrollo a thighs, boobs or ass kinda guy?

thighs.

this discovery has been confirmed through extensive quantitative research.

there's something about the soft plushness of your thighs when you sit down while wearing shorts, or how the hem of your skirt brushes over the skin that really captures his attention. he will stare and he won't bother hiding his interest.

tights reign superior up at the top. there's no art in existence that could even compare. a useful tidbit to learn, you'll think.

interestingly enough, he compliments your physical appearance sparingly, though not due to any shyness on his part. he wants each instance to be special. painfully memorable, a stain you can never wash off.

it has to be intimate, it has to have impact. he doesn't want your heart to just flutter, he wants it to pound hard enough that it hurts. he'll draw you in close, curate a little world where no one aside from the two of you exist.

he'll settle his a hand on your knee, move it up higher in by inch.

"you're lovely," he'll murmur. then, he gives the flesh a hearty squeeze. "the curious little indents you left inside the lock, though... not so much. will you show me anything else as due compensation?"

#unfortunately lockpicking proficiency from skyrim doesn't transfer over irl #the play here is to say you're just testing the lock's integrity. gotta make sure no thieves get by! haha..#yandere chrollo x reader #not sfw #???????????? I guess #chrollo brainrot #answered #Anonymous

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furorem-yandere · 1 year

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Hey there! Could I please get some Yandere!Alduin Headcannons with a Blind!Dragonborn?

You use your Thu'um to get around. You constantly murmur in a low tone. Because of this, you have near absolute control over your Voice. A constant use of it has built up power and stamina over years.

Alduin knew the Dovahkiin would be a mighty foe to face, but he is near astounded by your level of skill

He is nearly shouted out of the sky with the force of your Thu'um.

The fight that ensues ends in a bloody draw

He rages atop the mountains. How dare you. Do you think yourself better than him? Smoke coats the skies of the Reach with his fury breathed into it through fire.

Why did you never look at him once during the fight?

The joor and their honor that they speak of so highly, but not once did you look him in the face and properly regard him as your enemy. Yet you both drew.

It fills him with a sense of fear he has not felt since he was first banished by the nords of old.

How much stronger would you get? You are a younger than him by far, yet you are already so strong.

You must join him. Together, he knows, you would both be more powerful than any other being in all the Planes.

He need only convince you.

#alduin x reader #skyrim x reader #yandere x reader #yandere!alduin x reader #ask #headcanons

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yanderemommabean · 1 year

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Momma I am thirsting for an oc. The main thing is; I'm thirsting for a giant dragon who's head is as big as my body and just.. *inhale* MOMMA IMAGINE BEING PINNED DOWN AND EATEN OUT BY A DRAGON WITH A HEAD AS BIG AS YOU AND A TONGUE JUST A LARGE AND I'M AAHH

Makes me think of Alduin. I don't know why, it might be my recent re-fixation on the game, but I picture the world eater just teasing you while lapping away, drawing shapes, plunging into your hole over and over as he growls in pleasure at your taste.

He'd chuckle deeply at your adorable, even humiliated whines, stretching your walls as his large wet muscle slides and slithers inside of you, your legs weakly clamping around his face while he easily devours your most delectable parts.

The strong, powerful dragon born, reduced to nothing but a whimpering, sweat covered blubbering mess as the World Eater enjoys his sweetest prize.

-Mommabean

#He'd breed you too #100%#yandere exophilia #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere lemons #yandere smut #yandere dubcon #yandere skyrim #mommabean #yandere Alduin

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downtherabbithole-tumbleedition · 6 months

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Ok so this one a little different but I wanted to see what you can do with it

Can I request a yandere alduin x reborn Dragon Born reader x yandere playtonic pryox

So the reader was alduin mate and pyrax little sister ( i can not remember how to spell that Dragon name the one that on the throat of the world with the Gray beards) but during the war she was killed but she reborn as a dragon born and not only that but got married. And pyrax is torn on helping his sister and joining alduin.

And reader not happy with them and she married a Dragon Slayer

Blood in the Water (Yandere! Alduin x Reader x Platonic Yandere! Paarthurnax)

“We’ll never get free

Lamb to the slaughter

What you gon’ do when there’s blood in the water?

The price of your greed, is your son and your daughter

What you gon’ do when there’s blood in the water?”

- Blood // Water, granson

Paarthurnax knew you.

The dragon had always been told that he read too much into others, searching for things that weren’t there - trying to gain a better understanding of someone by peering into their soul. Well, he liked to believe he could.

But you were different, he knew you. From the moment you climbed his mountain, your very soul spoke to his; like a flicker of fire light after trudging through an endless snowstorm.

This must be a malicious plot, he told himself, remaining guarded with his icy gaze even as he longed to approach you with all the gentleness of the world. Perhaps the Greybeards had decided it was time for Paarthurnax to pay his dues, or the Blades had finally gotten to him… anything would be more plausible than her soul returning.

“Why have you intruded on my solitude, mortal?” He questioned harshly, your shocked and fearful gaze almost making him regret it.

Still, you were able to catch your bearings and face him - something most mortals would not do. “The Greybeards sent me. I am the Dragonborn.”

Ah… perhaps this was Akatosh’s way of punishing Paarthurnax for his misdeeds.

Although Akatosh often did not play by his own rules, there were usually only two ways for a Dragonborn to be birthed into existence: a dragon and a human breeding, or the soul of deceased dragon being reborn into a human.

He shouldn’t have been surprised, not when he really thought about it. Whilst it was unlikely for you to be reborn - what will millions of other dragons who could have been reincarnated - but out of every dragon he had ever met, of course it was you. Dragons could only be reborn because their souls were made of far sturdier stuff than mortals, the very substance refusing to dissipate. And you had the strongest soul of all.

Strong enough to put up with Alduin, after all.

Alduin, the very thought brought unrest to Paarthurnax’s stomach, his insides squirming at the idea of Alduin knowing of your return.

By all rights, Paarthurnax was supposed to help the Dragonborn - you - defeat Alduin and stop the dragons from once again taking over the world. Alduin and his subordinates would give Paarthurnax Oblivion, of course, fighting fang and claw to have the Dragonborn’s head on a pike. But the Dragonborn was a larger threat to most dragons than they were to the Dragonborn, very few having the ability to stand against them. With enough training, perhaps the Dragonborn even stood a chance at defeating Alduin, especially if they wanted to see another day.

However, if you really were her, well… that complicated everything.

Alduin had always ruled with an iron claw, leaving the mortals alive only out of necessity and sinister amusement. His tyranny was not reserved for mortals, either, even the dragons themselves fearing Alduin’s wrath. After all, if he grew tired of the world, he could simply destroy it.

But even Paarthurnax had feared Alduin after your death.

Alduin had always enjoyed ruling, conquering, entertaining the idea for centuries rather than destroying the world and allowing birth for a new one. But when you’d been killed, it was like the dragon stopped caring - as if any emotion aside rage had been beaten out of him. Alduin decided to destroy the world because his had been taken from him.

You, however, had always been kinder - far kinder than an average dragon. No one really knew why, perhaps it was because Paarthurnax and, eventually, Alduin had always shielded you from the world. As the World Eater’s mate, you weren’t expected to lift a claw.

It had been heartbreaking when you discovered just how much Alduin (and Paarthurnax, although he tried to forget that) terrorised the mortals. You just couldn’t understand why Alduin - your Alduin, who always showed you nothing but kindness - would inflict such horrors on those who could not fight back. That was the start of Paarthurnax’s guilt.

You begged Alduin to stop and, because it was you, he compromised - allowing the mortals to exist without being burned down at every move. But some of those mortals took Alduin’s mercy for weakness and formed the building blocks for the revolution.

A revolution where you had been killed.

Paarthurnax almost wanted to side with Alduin after watching you, one of the only dragons who gave a damn, be killed. But, in your dying breaths, you begged Paarthurnax not to fall with Alduin into vengeance. After all, why should all the mortals be blamed for the act of few?

For you, Paarthurnax helped the mortals and ceased the end of the world, dreading the day Alduin would return.

But now you and Alduin were both back and, for once, Paarthurnax had no idea what the outcome would be.

“Have you encountered the World Eater, Dovahkin?”

“I haven’t,” you replied, as he thought; if Alduin had found you before Paarthurnax, you’d never be allowed to stray from the World Eater’s grasp.

Paarthurnax sent you on a “quest” then, to “prove your worth and skill”. In reality, he needed time to think, to gather the thoughts racing through his mind and figure out what he planned to do. It was also to get you away from the throat of the world because Paarthurnax had a strong feeling he would be paid a visit from Alduin.

He was proven right when the black dragon landed on his mountain, quiet anger radiating from his scales.

“The word is true, then. You have returned,” Paarthurnax mused, trying his very best to mask the wariness that was etched in his veins. The ancient tongue felt good, like an old friend he hadn’t spoken to in centuries. He had missed having dragons to communicate with.

“Where is she?” Alduin demanded immediately, voice as commanding and ferocious as Paarthurnax remembered. He didn’t have the strongest thumm for nothing.

“I am unsure what you mean, brother.”

Alduin growled, a warning no doubt. “I am not in a gaming mood. Tell me where my mate is, Paarthurnax.”

“What would make you think she has returned?” Paarthurnax asked casually, the lie easily rolling off his tongue. “She died with the war.”

Paarthurnax knew he was poking a hungry, vengeful bear but, if it meant keeping Alduin off your trail, he would make that sacrifice.

“Cease your treacherous lies, her soul calls to mine. I can feel her very essence. If you do not reveal her presence to me, Skyrim shall burn.”

Well, Paarthurnax would lose no sleep over that. Not if it meant your well-being. You were far more precious than the whole world.

Eventually, Alduin left after his fire clashed against Paarthurnax’s, the throat of the world fortunately remaining upright. Now, Paathurnax just had to pray to Akatosh that you stayed far from Alduin’s reach.

——

Vilkas wrapped his arms around you as your back sunk into his strong chest, nuzzled in his warmth and the comfort of the thick blankets. He placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder, making a smile grace your face - the crackling of the fire lulling you to sleep.

“You frightened me today,” he said gently, nose resting in your hair.

“How so?” You replied tiredly, eyes still shut.

“You went into that cave all by yourself and I though…” he sighed. “I thought I lost you.”

You turned your head to look at him then, an almost amused smile on your lips. “You know I can handle a dungeon, right?”

He should have known that, considering the many times you, he, and Farkas explored the deep crevices of Skyrim together. Fighting tooth and nail against the Silver Hand to bring safety and glory to the Companions.

Of course, that was a different life.

“I am allowed to worry about you,” he defended, almost pouting, wrapping his hand gently in your hair. “This Dragonborn stuff… it is not easy, or safe. I want you to be safe.”

You practically shrugged. “I still believe it was mistake.”

He sighed again, tired of already having this conversation a million times. “It was my no mistake, my love. You absorbed the dragon’s soul.”

“And you killed it.”

The Companions had been a home for both of you, especially Vilkas. But he had found a new home with you, one where he didn’t feel the need to constantly fight and kill. For you, he left the companions.

You’d tried to convince him to renounce his wolf form too, explaining that he did not need to live with the constant hunger and bloodlust. He said he would, one day, but he was scared to be vulnerable - especially when he’d left all he knew. You let the matter drop, giving him time to adjust.

You had been accepted into the Companion’s inner circle, given the opportunity to take the wolf form and transcend mortality.

It didn’t work.

Almost immediately, your body burned, forcing the blood from your lungs, coughing it up as if you were drowning. You had passed out and were sick for nearly a week, as if your body simply refused to change its form.

Vilkas had been in charge of nursing you back to health then, and the two of you quickly fell for each other.

At least you were finally given an explanation; the dragon in you denying any other form of blood or soul that would change you.

Regardless of what did or did not happen, Vilkas left the companions and, although he already had an abundance of money saved up (enough to let the two of you live comfortably for the rest of your lives), he became a hunter. Or, more specifically with what had happened to the world, a dragon hunter.

The return of dragons had been daunting for everyone, but not Vilkas. He saw people cowering in fear and found it in his heart to help them, even at the risk of his own life.

You were just there at the right place and right time (or wrong place, wrong time, depending on how you looked at it) and, suddenly, you were the Dragonborn. The person destined to stop the end of the world.

It should have been Vilkas - he was the one he wasn’t afraid of the beasts, who could slay them without so much as a bat of an eye. Perhaps you were strong - even compassionate in the right circumstances - but, selfishly, you did not want the weight of the world on your shoulders.

You did not want to have to face the World Eater.

Paarthurnax had been frightening enough, and he didn’t even want to kill you. How in the divine’s name were you supposed to defeat Alduin? Perhaps that was it - the divines had given up on this world, deciding to mock the chance of survival by throwing them a useless Dragonborn.

“It should have been you,” you often whispered to Vilkas, in the dark of the night when your false bravado left you and only the insecurities remained.

“I will be with you every step of the way,” he would always reply without fail, gently placing a kiss on your skin and holding you close.

You wished he hadn’t promised such a thing because, as you stood in the snow shivering to the bone with a ginormous black dragon flying above you, all you could think of was Vilkas’ safety.

Paarthurnax told you that the secret to defeating Alduin would lie within the Elder Scroll, which was located in the outskirts of Skyrim where no one dared to venture.

So how had Alduin found you? Was he not supposed to be eating the world?

Perhaps Alduin found you unassuming, weak even, because his fire was targeted solely at Vilkas, the nord panting from the constant dodges.

However, one thing you knew you were skilled at was archery.

Your hands shook from the cold and the fear coursing through you, but you did your very best to hold the bow steady, shutting one eye to gain a better perspective on where the arrow would it. You released the string, a flicker of pride running through when it hit its target.

Of course, that was snuffed out when Alduin’s furious red gaze shot to you.

Vilkas yelled out your name, warning you to move as the dragon approached you faster than you thought possible. In a flash, a claw closed around you and your world turned black.

——

Dragons mate for life.

Alduin always believed the sentiment to be stupid, preferring to mount and fuck whoever he deemed worthy. There was no need to risk his own convenience and concern for the sake of attachment.

But then there was you.

Paarthurnax had always had far too much mercy for a dragon, practically allowing his emotions to rule him. Even so, no one expected him to take a younger, abandoned dragon under his wing.

Without even being seen by most, you had become a common conversation topic - none of which was flattering. From what Alduin had heard, you were the runt of the litter, by all means. Abandoned for your inability to grow. Paarthurnax kept you shielded from the words, and even sharper teeth, of the dragon world.

It wasn't until about half a century later when Alduin first saw you - when, under Paarthurnax's mentorship, had you become fully fledged dovah. The spark was instantaneous, Alduin immediately filled with a possessiveness he had never before experienced.

You were his at first sight - nothing Paarthurnax or anyone else did would change that.

And you really were the most captivating creature Alduin had ever met; filled to the brim with life and excitement and curiosity. Perhaps he didn't show it very much but you held his beating heart in your claws, and he was willing to risk that so long as you stayed his. And you did - you were lovely, and extraordinary, and his.

Until you weren't.

Alduin was used to anger. He had felt and understood rage, the need for vengeance. But he never thought he'd experience sorrow - he had always mocked those who felt such a thing, claiming it was a weak emotion that a true dovah would never feel. But then you had been stolen him and his heart hurt.

Ruling had always satisfied him, enjoying every being bowing to him in fear and awe - his ability to do so was the only reason he never ate the world... until there was you, of course.

The world - or at least those who understood what being the World Eater entailed - took a breath of relief when he mated with you; finally the World Eater had something to tie him down, to make him want to keep the world turning.

But then you had been murdered by those mortal scum and Alduin decided that if he couldn't have you, the rest of the world wasn't permitted to live.

However, it seemed Paarthurnax never truly cared for you, disrespecting you and your memory by siding with the mortals and sending Alduin into a time loop.

When he first returned, Alduin was filled with rage, preparing himself to hunt Paarthurnax down and kill the traitor. But then he felt it - felt you. Your soul - as long as it had been - called to his, begging him to find you.

And find you he did, even if you were in the clutches of some mortal half-breed bastard.

It didn't matter; if the World Eater wanted something, he took it. Even if you were kicking and screaming.

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I'm so sorry that took so long, and the abrupt ending. This was mostly just set up but I'm actually really interested in this concept so, don't worry, there's gonna be a part two! Thanks for reading and I hope to see you there.

#yandere skyrim #skyrim #alduin #female mc #yandere #yandere paarthurnax #paarthurnax #platonic yandere #yandere x reader #romantic yandere #dragons #male yandere #dragonborn

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yanderes-galore · 7 months

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Up for a obssessive dragon?

Fandom: Skyrim

Fic: concepts

Character: Alduin the world eater

Relationship: romantic

He hates humans, right? So i think a gender-neutral dragon reader would work better for him.

I feel a Dragonborn could work for any dragon but I can do a Dragon! Darling :) Since Dragons are very intelligent in Skyrim. I recently defeated Alduin so here you go!

Note: Darling has no specific appearance but I just wanted to share the idea of an all white dragon with blue eyes? It would be a cool Yin Yang idea yet your dragon can look however you want!

Yandere! Alduin with Dragon! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Mentions of mate, Angst, Manipulation, Dubious relationship, Dragon/Dragon, Possessive behavior, Violence mention/implied.

You would be right that a dragon works better for him, although a Dragonborn could create some serious enemies/lovers material ;).

However, a Dragon! Darling has so much potential too.

You could easily be around about as long as Alduin.

You could be loyal to him until the end... or up to the point of Paarthurnax's rebellion.

You could've died then been brought back to life, or lived a similar life to Paarthurnax in isolation.

Regardless of your allegiance, with the exception of some differences, Alduin's obsession would remain the same.

It no doubt starts during his rule over the mortals.

Maybe you are allies with him along with Paarthurnax.

In the past you aided him and the Dragon Cult to rule the humans.

Alduin may even respect you as a fearsome dragon and you're given a high rank.

Before the rebellion Alduin holds affection towards you.

Perhaps you even have a legend, naming you "Alduin's Mate" regardless of how the story goes.

Mortals know you by such a title, even if you weren't entirely his mate by choice.

You are not a dragon free of crimes, especially since you're associated with Alduin.

Many mortals fear you, be it for your strength or Alduin's potential wrath.

Alduin ruled with an iron claw.

He's intimidating and prideful, expressing his strength in an effort to court you.

In an attempt to keep the peace and not get into a fight with The World Eater you agree.

While Paarthurnax plans rebellion, you're tasked with distracting your mate.

For this concept let's say you're part of the rebellion and don't like Alduin's rule.

You've heard Paarthurnax plans to rebel against his older brother and your mate.

You say nothing to Alduin and decide to distract him for Paarthurnax.

Alduin may rule with an iron claw and roaring voice, but he shows a certain respect towards you.

You make an effort to show the midnight black dragon more affection, landing beside him after a flight to brush your head against him for example.

Alduin falls for this ploy of yours and reciprocates.

He calls you to rest beside him, he reflects your eager yearning for attention...

He does it all in private where only you can see him like this... and he the same with you.

He puts a good deal of trust into both you and Paarthurnax.

Which is why when the rebellion happens, he feels quite betrayed.

Alduin adores you.

He'd burn cities in your name and make others fear the both of you.

When you decide to side with Paarthurnax to help the mortals take him down, Alduin can't believe it.

Such an action sparks fury within his blood.

This begins the war between mortals and dragons.

The entire time I imagine you and Alduin fight.

The both of you roaring/shouting, breathing flames/ice, clawing... biting.

It's quite the spectacle for ancient Nords to see.

Alduin and his mate... fighting for territory? Power? Or maybe something else they don't understand.

Each battle you fight, be it alone or with allies you've rallied, ends with no real victor.

Alduin never kills you or takes your soul and you're not strong enough to take his.

It's a constant stalemate.

Alduin may be upset you've betrayed him yet can't bring himself to permanently have you dead.

So the fighting continues... right until the very end of this age.

By the end of it we all know how it ends, right?

Alduin is sent forward in time by Dragonrend and the Dragon Elder Scroll.

What happens to you afterwards is up to you.

Your legend claims you are the mate of Alduin, yet it also says you betrayed him in the war.

Maybe you were killed sometime later and buried in one of the Dragon Burials.

Or, again, maybe you hid away in isolation... no longer wishing to be disturbed by dragon or mortal.

That is until Alduin comes back into the picture.

Once Alduin returns your time of peace is put on hold.

Paarthurnax has been waiting for this moment while you wish to not acknowledge it.

Meeting Alduin again can happen in one of two ways.

He revives you if you've died...

Or he goes to search for you in this new age.

Either way works but for the sake of the concept's plot, I will say you are still alive like Paarthurnax.

Alduin knows you're still alive.

Which is why his first decision when returning is finding you.

He interrogates Paarthurnax in their ancient tongue.

Alduin must know where you reside.

However, he does not get the answers he's looking for.

Paarthurnax either doesn't know or refuses to give such information.

Frustrated, Alduin flees into the air from the mountain to search for you.

I'd imagine Alduin is persistent when searching for you.

No matter where you hide, no matter where you currently reside, you'll meet The World Eater again soon.

Perhaps as you rest in a cave you call home you feel a presence.

Opening your eyes you're met with blood red ones.

You feel intimidated as the large dragon outstretches his wings, preventing escape and light from coming through.

With a snort, Alduin leans closer to get a look at you.

"So this is where you've been since we last met, mate...." The dragon roars in your shared tongue.

"Do not call me such a thing." You correct, glaring at the intruding dragon. "I do not bow to you anymore."

"I've been waiting a long time to find you again... now I finally have you again. Do you really think I'll just let you disrespect me like this?" The dragon growls.

"I don't wish to fight anymore." You respond in a tired tone.

"Then we won't..." Alduin continues, pressing forward into your cave.

In response you back away with a growl.

"We won't be fighting because I you were always mine since our birth."

"Why won't you leave me be?" You plead.

"You're my mate." Alduin answers, standing over you. "I'd burn this world if it meant I found you."

You feel cornered as Alduin traps you in your cave.

"No matter what you say... you're mine. That will never change as long as I rule, mate."

With the return of Alduin begins another round of fighting.

Mortals will once again be forced to fight dragons... while you're forced to either fight or serve your mate like so long ago.

#yandere skyrim #yandere alduin #yandere alduin the world eater

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