#dovah speaks

[dovahgriin]

caught covid ):

#dovah speaks #i’ve been so good at avoiding it #but immunocompromised bf’s mask broke before we went to the aquarium #so i gave him mine #bc it’s better if i catch it than he does

[hurgablurg]

I'll be honest, four-limbed dragons (not wyverns, but dragon-dragons) are pretty lame. Not because of any style reason, but for the baffling demand for "realism" and "logic" that comes with them.

You take something fantastical and symbolic, intelligent and avaricious, and then whinge over how it's unrealistic that this already-impossible entity has 6 limbs instead of 4, before trying to neatly slot it into an actual ecology, as if the giant snake-bat-cow-cat from a time before time guarding an ill-gotten pile of stolen valuables, knowledge, love, and valour needed to be phylogenetically catalogued like a breed of pug.

Nerds HATE things that are esoteric or exist-as-they-are, so they try to categorise it to understand it better. They write stories about and publish lore books about dragon "breeds", chromatics, metallics, moral alignments, evolutionary lines, and reduce unique individuals to easily-identified archetypes that can be prepared for by googling elemental weaknesses outside the fiction in place of researching accounts and trying to understand the individual within the fictional itself.

As soon as you make a mythological creature a measurable, quantifiable species, you've killed it - and for what? Smaug satisfaction that you've connected dots that were never there in the first place?

It's like how disparate gods and spirits and monsters from all over the world are lumped under "dragon" because they have vague similarities to what Europeans reckon a dragon should be: "Their beliefs are misinterpretations, ours are one-to-one with reality." Quetzalcoatl is NOT a dragon, he's a snake, a god, and a scholar. It's why I don't count lóng as "dragons". They are serpentine spirits as wise and as powerful and as fickle as the river waters of which they are born. Nothing connects them to European dragons except a vague shape. Yeah, Dragonology was captivating for little me, but I can recognize it's flaws.

Just let dragons be weird freaks.

#dragons #fantasy #mythology #dragonology #killing the magic #the only 4-limb dragons I give a pass to are the elder scrolls' dovah #and thats because they have an interesting role as time-keeping reality-speaking rogue angels to make up for it #and maybe vermithrax because she's cute #but she's on thin ice

[churchydragon]

I spoke to a nice Mindflayer once in Baldur's Gate 3 and it changed me forever

#churchy talks #tbh I think part of the reason I've become so fond of Mindflayers is because I ADORE octopi and squid #but Omeluum def played a hand in it #I want to play my idea for Mindflayer bard in actual DnD so BADLY (her name is Phi) #I also got an idea for a Kobold paladin and a Goblin rogue #and Lorn who is my Dragonborn ranger in BG3 (I need to get back to them) #there's also Acidblood who if I knew how to mod would be a xenomorph and she's also a rogue #my main playing file in BG3 is Walks-Through-Fire and she's actually my Argonian Dragonborn in Skyrim #she fell into a portal and ended up in the DnD world at the worst time possible #SPEAKING OF THOUGH #I was talking to some friends while showing them the game and spoke about my Dovahkiin headcanons #and how when they die they become actual dragons (not always tho) in said headcannons #and I was thinking how much of a clusterfuck it would be if Fire went through ceremorphosis #but she's so fucking stubborn she technically lives twice #so her soul leaves cuz there's nothing to absorb it and eventually forms a new body (maybe it looks like a mix of DnD dragons and the Dovah #while her old body becomes a Mindflayer but keeps her personality #and now there's just two of her #and they both have to deal with it #which made me want to design a Illithid version of her

[elisebal]

What is it like to consume a dragon soul?

It's euphoric, or it was when I first began killing dragons. It has since lost this, I kill dragons out of necessity now. Not because I enjoy it. I consider the Dov of Tamriel my brothers/siblings (not Miraak, that'd be weird) as a child of Akatosh, when I do hunt dragons it feels unnecessary and cruel. As such I do not do so often, only when necessary.

Absorbing a dragon soul (one at a time) is like relaxing into a warm bath when you are all achey and sore from training or working. It also surrounds you with a feeling of companionship, as in you are no longer entirely alone. You have someone who understands your nature, your need to dominate and conquer.

Now, for me absorbing more than two dragon souls at once causes me to become weak and nauseous, and in worst cases I get nose bleeds and am bed bound for a few hours until the feeling wears off and I can move around again. I know quite well that not every dragonborn has this, Miraak for example does not. Absorbing several dragon souls at once would not do him any harm, and if anything it would strengthen him further. I'm not sure about @dragonborn-khajiit, but I'm sure she will explain if asked about it. Perhaps not in as lengthy of a way as I do though.

#elise speaks #tiid bo amativ #Dragon souls #thelonghanddaydream #Dovah Zeymah #dragon language #kha'trina #other dragonborns

[percentstardust]

alduin: so, you’re the dragonborn? i see no dragon in you.

alessatia:

#& what the hap is fuckening ( ooc ) #[ kills you in dovah ] #he says this cause he doesn’t think the dovhakiin can speak dovah #ofc she can speak dovah you fucking plebe

[mellowscrolls]

I’ll bite! Tell me about your Dragon Cult headcanons :0

Okay! Dear God, let me go find my notes spread over like ten different documents (exaggeration)!

Alright, so starting off, I'm going to throw in a disclaimer that this is lore built off of Metallic and Liches' works and headcanons all given a new coat of varnish as I scoot my plagiarism ray out of frame. I'm going to throw it under a read more for clarity and the sake of everyone.

TW for manipulation, cults, mutilation (non-graphic)

Starting with the ancient hierarchy, I have it go somewhere like: Alduin > High Ranking Dovah > Konahriik > High Rank Dov's Ruling Priest > Low Ranking Dovah > Their Ruling Priest > Wooden Masks > Acolytes (unmasked) > Divines Clergy > Everyone Else. Technically Akatosh/Bormahu was supposed to be/was advertised as the top of that chain, but that didn't work out so much in practice.

Within the cult itself were a few key customs. Let's start with the masked priests.

Dov have one masked priest each to handle the politics and mortal affairs of their Junaar (kingdom). These masks are made of precious metal or material and can be made custom to the specifications of the dov who requires them. There is one Masked Priest per dovah who earns one, and that internal hierarchy amongst the dragons means that your status and what you are in charge of may change very frequently depending on your dragon's social standing.

It is a great honor and a great burden to be chosen for the role of a Named Masked priest. Masked priests are given names by their dovah, usually approved by Alduin, in a naming ceremony that erases their mortal name from living and recorded memory. Only the dov bestowing the new name may remember the old, and to keep a copy of the name in physical form is considered a great insult.

In preparation for a naming ceremony, priests are usually imbued with "blessings" by being carved with (or even forced themselves to carve) Words of Power into their skin, which are then imbued with power and bound to the priest-to-be's soul by their dovah. These enchantments are binding to the soul in a way that can either slightly shift their personality to favor the nature of the word or can make them a completely different person, at their dovahthuri's discretion. These blessings are extremely hard to sunder and cannot be harmed by the person they are upon unless directly ordered by their dovah or Alduin. (Most of the carving part of the headcanon was pioneered by @metallic-scaled-scarf with Nonvul, go check them out)

Under the Masked priest within their own Junaar was usually a group of attendants ranging in number from about 3-5. They are the Wooden Priests, wearing wooden masks in the style of their Priest, symbolizing their un-named and un-blessed status. They were not allowed to speak, but were usually able to communicate telepathically as a sort of hivemind while still maintaining most of their original personality. Masked Priests were always chosen from their predecessor's pool of Wooden Priests, so there was a long-term competitive nature usually fostered within their little group. Any Clergy below the Masked and Wooden Priests went without a facial covering and could communicate freely. When converging in Bromjunaar for moots, the Masked Named priests would trade their masks for wooden ones to hear the words of Konahriik, as both a gesture symbolizing equality as well as silence before the words of the Mouthpiece of Alduin.

In global politics, mer were much more unlikely to ever make it to the rank of Masked Priest, with the Falmer treated as slaves and prisoners of conquest while the Ayleids and Chimer were treated as highly tenuous allies at best. Dragons did not usually care for their priests so much as use them as tools of communication and politick. A Masked Priest was very regularly simply a new game of chess to start with the other Dov as one would vie for another's power, land, or status.

As for individual Headcanons, or how I write my dragon priests, I will make another post in the near future.

#skyrim #dragon priest #dragon cult #alduin #kagrenacs #tes headcanons #tes #tes v #tes v skyrim #mellow answers #headcanons

[madam-whim]

The Gold Road Reveal and my thoughts on it

I’m gonna start this off by saying I love ESO. I have been playing since 2017 and I’m pretty much doing everything the game has to offer. Quests, dungeons, trials, antiquities, sometimes PvP. That being said, this post will include lots of criticism that I feel (or know) is shared by many other fans.

But first things first, let me start off by listing some of the things on yesterday’s stream that had me bouncing in my seat:

The new zone is absolutely stunning! There’s a lot of variety to it and it does look very pretty. Exploring it will undoubtedly be fun and a feast for my eyes.

Also, Fennorian will be there, so I know there will at least be one well-written character that my Vestige has an actual bond with.

The scribing system being more of a roleplay thing – I don’t know what some people were hoping for, but I’m glad it’s not some Big Damage For Those Who Are Good At Maths kind of system. It still allows for a more unique playstyle, and I suppose it’s going to turn out like always: Do whatever you want in open world spaces, but keep your bow backflip heal out of veteran content.

And maybe the biggest “Yes!” moment of the evening: Ed Stark being the zone lead for Gold Road. While I did not like High Isle as much (too predictable for my taste, but at least it had recurring characters), he was responsible for Greymoor and Murkmire as well. I thought Greymoor was fantastic (good quests, excellent new characters alongside very familiar recurring ones), and Murkmire… well, I think Murkmire suffers greatly from being “the DLC that came after the Daedric Triad” so to speak. It kind of fell into the void created by a storyline spanning a full year (or even more, if you count the setup for the whole thing, which really began with the Varen’s ghost and Darien’s letter in Wrothgar and the Gold Coast sweetroll killer quests). I think that’s why lots of people don’t seem to like Murkmire very much despite it having great storytelling. My point is this: I do have some hope that after the fiasco some recent DLCs were story-wise, Ed Stark will at least make sure Gold Road makes sense.

And now for the criticism.

Ithelia’s design (Whenever, wherever, I want to kill Hermaeus…)

… yeah, about that. As one of my friends put it, she looks like Shakira with wings.

They really could have done so much better. The way she is now, as @akaviri-dovah said, she really just looks like a Meridia clone who somehow stole Jyggalag’s crystals, which is funny on so many levels (more on that later). Suffice it to say that I personally think the design choices are kind of lazy, given that we already have an angelic-looking Daedric lady.

Also, what’s with this picture? This kinda makes it seem as if she originally looked. Um. A lil different from the way she is now. In any case, I’m just gonna call this a missed opportunity for something more unique. I do like the glass shard aesthetic, I just wish they’d taken it in a different direction.

Dragon Break Princess Ithelia, or something like that

Now I know Dragon Breaks have to work differently from what Ithelia does, but I am kind of wondering what the consequences of her fate-altering abilities are. How do you alter fate in a way that threatens reality (with reality consisting of past and present events, with all possible versions of the future being possibly-real until one actually happens) without altering the timeline? Just by removing a possible future? Then one could argue that any Daedra could do the same just by manipulating people. Granted, it’s possible that Ithelia sees all possible futures and can do whatever she likes with them, but even then, she’d only be influencing what can become reality, not what already is. So how can she be THAT dangerous?

Right now, it just seems to me that they needed an adversary for Hermaeus Mora, and since his big things are knowledge, secrets and fate, and they couldn’t very well make a Daedric Prince of Anti-Intellectualism or a Daedric Prince of Snitching, she had to be a fate-altering type of Daedra.

At this point I’m still wondering how she even works, because how does she not accidentally cause Dragon Breaks? And if she is that damn powerful, how on earth did Mora alone manage to pretty much remove any trace of her? Which kind of brings me to my next point.

Memory Issues

I know, I know, Ithelia is not the first “new” Daedric Prince. (Which makes her stolen Jyggalag crystal vibes rather funny if you ask me.) And I don’t mind her being crazy powerful either, because so was Jyggalag or else he wouldn’t have been cursed. But that, to my knowledge, required several other Princes, whereas Ithelia apparently got owned by Hermaeus Mora alone, who then erased all memory of her. Which is not only quite the feat given how powerful she has to be, but also a very weird thing for Hermaeus Mora to do. I kinda thought stealing memories was more Meridia’s style. This entire part does not quite make sense to me yet and seems a little out of character, but well. By the way, speaking of Meridia…

Meridia-baiting the players

At this point, ZOS have to know we’re getting tired of waiting for villain Meridia. Everyone I know who is even the least bit interested in ESO’s storyline wants to see it. And I’ve seen people get their hopes up in recent days (new Meridia/Dawnbreaker-themed music box, the Ayleid ruin hint on the fragments sent to streamers…). Even in the twitch chat, there were people hyped about what they thought was Meridia, and who were disappointed when they were told it was Ithelia. And yes, I am absolutely saying they did this and made her a Meridia lookalike on purpose. But I’m well aware that we haven’t gotten any new hints about either Meridia or a certain someone since Greymoor, and that chapter will be four years old soon. Even I am beginning to give up, as much as I hate to say it.

By the way, I really did NOT appreciate Matt Firor name-dropping Darien right at the beginning. If you’re not planning to do anything with him, just let it go. I know absolutely nobody who appreciates being fed very tiny hints for two years and then being left in the dark for four years straight. If you don’t want to pick that storyline up again, just stuff the man into the Old Life quest and be done with it.

Honestly, once again, I’m gonna say this is a MASSIVE missed opportunity right here. ESO’s 10 year anniversary is coming up, what could possibly be better than to go back to the roots now and reward all those loyal players with the story they are waiting for? I distinctly recall Molag Bal telling me to watch my step around Meridia, and the setup is all there. I’m honestly disappointed that there is no Meridia content at all. And this ties in with my final point, albeit vaguely.

“Recurring” characters

Ah, yes, we do love recurring characters. Sometimes. We do love it when a fan favorite comes back – a character who’s accompanied the Vestige over the course of an entire story arc or has made multiple appearances over the years and has become beloved by many players, and, most importantly, who is well-written, i.e. has a unique personality. And that’s why “recurring characters” is not always a recipe for success when it comes to getting people hooked on a story.

It is when it’s one of the five companions, or a Ravenwatch member, or your main alliance buddy (Raz, Naryu and – oh, wait, yeah, us Covenant babies don’t have one anymore). It also works when it’s a character we’ve run across several times already, like Alchemy, who I know tons of people love, or my favorite walking disaster Revus Demnevanni.

But it’s certainly not working when it’s a character we barely know anything about, and who isn’t a hit with the community. Like Eveli’s brother whom I had to google because I could not remember who he was. He’s from a prologue quest. Nothing more. That’s not a “beloved returning character”.

ZOS have several of those just lying around, and they’re just not using them. And even the base game had so many characters that were there over the course of several zones, that were well-written and at least memorable to the degree that people would recognize them with just a little reminder, like Indaenir or Holgunn and Walks-in-Ash or the Vanos siblings. Hell, we haven't seen good old Vanus Galerion in a while. They are ten years old now and deserve to be dragged to the surface again.

Okay, I’m done now!

This concludes my rant (because that’s what it is, I’m aware). I just want to say again that this is not be dragging ESO through the mud, this is just me pointing out that the devs (especially the writers) could do so much better if they listened to their lore nerds and story-interested players more.

#eso #gold road #ithelia #hermaeus mora #meridia #long post #tes #intya rambles #i am still very salty about the whole meridia situation #and the unfinished business we have with her #and I don't like players getting their hopes up for nothing

[yanderes-galore]

Durnehviir from Skyrim, Platonic/Romantic intentions. Scenario where he's been so lonely in the Soul Cairn and aching for company - particularly Dov company - that when the Dragonborn/Dovahkiin arrives, he decides to prevent them from leaving. If headcanons are better for you to write it out, since you're new to Skyrim, that's also fine. - Scale Anon

I'll do a concept but I will mention your plot! I really did enjoy meeting him in the Dawnguard quest :) I think so far the Soul Cairn quest and the Mage College quests are my favorite. Man... I love dragons :D

Yandere Durnehviir Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Isolation, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Dubious companionship, Possessive behavior.

Being trapped in the Soul Cairn surely has to be lonely, right?

Durnehviir hasn't seen his own kind in forever, he also can't be killed.

He's forever meant to fly/roam the Soul Cairn with its endless sea of purple and blue.

That is until he meets you, a Dragonborn venturing into the Soul Cairn with a vampire in tow.

Durnehviir would meet you as he does in the game during the Soul Cairn section.

You come for the Elder Scroll, fight him, and gain his respect.

You'd be right that the undead dragon would crave your attention.

He feels so at home when he senses the Dovah blood within you.

He can feel it when you shout, he can sense it when you're near...

It feels so nice to have Dov company again.

Durnehviir may even be angered at the fact he can't follow you out of the Soul Cairn.

He may not trap you right away but it'll happen with time.

As much as it pains him he'll let you leave after some chat.

He teaches you his shout for you to call his name, in fact he hopes you call his name.

Having a chance to feel the sun of Tamriel and speak with you, even if it isn't for that long, gives him something to look forward to.

Durnehviir even asks if you'll visit him in the Soul Cairn since you're attuned to it now.

Durnehviir then becomes a dragon you feel you can trust, an undead guardian with skills in Necromancy.

Affection between Dragonborn and Dragon is something I feel I should discuss.

For the most part it's respect, verbal communication between Dov is enough to show care.

However, the idea of something more physical feels tempting to write.

Durnehviir certainly yearns for some sort or company with his own kind.

If for some reason during your chats you feel compelled to, say... stroke his face in a gentle manner... it's divine.

He finds himself surprised at the affectionate gesture but does not fight it.

In fact... he'd stay as still as he can just to not disturb you from your moment.

If dragons could purr then he's certainly purring (Growling? Rumbling?).

Durnehviir begins to grow attached to your company.

He could talk to you for hours.

He loves your touch, he loves it when you shout his name to call him, at this point he feels he is loyal to you ever since you proved yourself to him.

You are a worthy Dovahkiin and the last of your kind.

So... do you really expect him to just let you leave him alone in the Soul Cairn?

Your greetings are often verbal, perhaps even shouts.

Yet Durnehviir admits he likes pressing his snout into your chest playfully due to your size difference (even if it's OOC but let me indulge).

If Durnehviir feels he can't be alone anymore then he could trap you in the Soul Cairn.

He can't really die, he always comes back into being within the Soul Cairn.

He's quick with it, too.

Even if you tried to escape the Soul Cairn after one of your visits, Durnehviir suddenly blocks the way.

The large undead dragon stares you down, eyes flaring with a certain passion to them

It reminds you of the blue glow the skeletons have in this place.

Durnehviir doesn't really feel bad for trapping you.

He can't take the loneliness any longer.

Plus, dragons eventually go back to their possessive roots and cravings for power.

In his eyes he's the closest Dovah to you and he plans to keep it that way.

Is it wrong to guard the Soul Cairn's gate to keep you with him? Maybe....

That's not even mentioning the prophecy you're meant to fulfill.

Instead of thinking about the future, Durnehviir wishes to fulfill his own desires.

He'll keep you here as company, his little Dovahkiin.

In the Soul Cairn there's no need to worry about food or living needs.

Here you have no such desires.

All you have now is the ghosts to talk to.

Even then, Durnehviir prefers to keep you isolated beside him.

You both won't ever feel lonely.

He'll take you to a tower or castle within the Soul Cairn and keep you there.

He'll curl around you and keep you under his wing, just so he can look at you with his eyes alone.

This is where you're meant to be.

You're meant to be with a fellow Dov, even if you are not fully Dovah.

Durnehviir will be the only company you'll ever need.

You could always try to slay him again, but he'll come back.

No matter what you do... Durnehviir will always be waiting at the gate of the Soul Cairn to retrieve you.

He refuses to be left here all alone...

So he'll make you stay here as his Dovahkiin... one he can adore and care for all of eternity in the Soul Cairn.

#yandere skyrim #yandere dragon #yandere durnehviir

[t0rturedangel]

╭ . . . a guide to becoming noticeable ੭

• ➛ PART ONE

Why is it that its always the last period of the day that it seems like time has slowed down? That's the question you were thinking as you watched the hands of the clock tick their way around, your eyes slowly blinking as you weren't able to process anything the teacher was waffiling on about, instead calculating how long it will take until the end of the dreadful lesson though it was proven to be difficult as you were on the edge of falling asleep.

and just when you least expected it, God answered your prayers and the bell rung causing all chaos to rein over the classroom, each student within scrambling to get their stuff into their bags and run out of the room. Luckily, you had packed your stuff away early so you had a chance to be one of the first to leave instead of being pressed against all the other people in the door frame.

Leaving everyone in that room behind you took a breath of air, looking around noting that the hallways were filled with, thankfully, not that many people only 3 to 6 crowds of friend groups standing around chatting about their plans for after school, ignoring them and their side glares you maneuvered you way to your locker where two familiar people stood, one happily talking and the other listening silently.

" Hey guys " you greeted, smiling at the two as their heads turned. The shorter of the pair's eyes and smile widened, he rushed forward and wrapped his arms around you squeezing you, practically crushing you while rambling on about how much he's happy to see you as if you hadn't seen him less than 2 hours ago, BUTTERS'S looks defiantly deceive how strong he actually is, since the boy is so much stronger than people give him for, you swear he could easily pick up ERIC CARTMAN but that's up for debate. " BUTTERS! SHIT- YOU'RE CRUSHING ME " you gasped slapping his back, begging for freedom from his grip but it seemed that your pleading fell onto deaf ears as his grip didn't loosen but rather became even stronger causing you to struggle against him even more.

You swear you were about to pass out due to lack of oxygen if it were not for the other person, DOVAHKIIN , to pull the blonde away from you causing a frown to form on his face which almost -almost- made you want to let butters latch onto you again but thankfully you only lost oxygen and not your logic too. " Thanks Dovah- Butter's you almost killed me via asphyxiation " Dovahkiin nodded at your thanks to them and patted both your and Butter's shoulders not uttering a word, like usual. The popular kid seemed to never want to talk to anyone, they couldn't even be bribed into it- you know from first hand experience and it seemed that even though they were extremely popular with everyone- due to an old stupid game they played with all the 'popular' kids at this school back when they first moved in called 'The stick of Truth'- they always choose to hang around you, Butter's and Scott which you appreciated since they're chill- one of the chillest but maybe its because they never fucking talked.

" Where's SCOTT? " You asked, tilting your head " Oh yeah! I forgot to tell you- Scott's at the Principles office for walking out of the lesson " " Thats like the fifth time he's done this " you groaned, its true Scott was trying to get a reputation of being a 'bad boy' so he could fit in with the popular kids since he hated being one of the 'outcasts' but that didnt mean he hated you guys he just didnt like being bullied. Speaking of Scott, you heard his desperate pleas for help and another voice screaming a him to quote ' Get your ass back here you lispy bastard '

Immediately Scott was seen running away from a very pissed of STAN MARSH, the school's star quarter back, screaming apologies- causing havoc in the hall. Within practical seconds, Scott was behind you, shaking- Stan glaring at both of you. " Move, reject. " Stan demanded calling you by the stupid nickname you've gain by most of the kids at the school, his fists shaking as his blood boiled, your lack of response was weird, weather it was because of fear, or literally anything else you didn't say anything and you didn't even look at him causing the boy Infront of you to grow even more pissed, his anger now directed to you, Scott shook stepping away from behind you to Dovah and Butters, knowing the Stan will probably want to fight you he didn't want to get into the cross fire. Now you and the black haired teen were having a stare down (it was more like Stan was glaring daggers at you while you looked down to the floor). As much as Stan wanted to punch you for not moving he didn't, maybe it was because one of his best friend's Dovah was there but it's not like you'll ever know, before turning back he shoved you which obviously made you stumble back and fall due to your stupid choice of letting your guard down. " Ow! " You yelped landing on your ass, everyone around you (excluding your friends and Stan) let out quiet giggles or pitiful comments at your misfortune. Looking up you registered that the marsh kid was gone, most likely at his girlfriend's, Wendy's, side the two of them always on a 'on and off' relationship.

Butters stood by your side after making sure Stanley was far away, a saddened look on his face a hand out for you to grab, which you did and easily stood up. " Thanks butters, fuck that hurt " you groaned " I had a pen in my back pocket, so I think I stabbed my cheeks, they're like one of the bests part of me " Scott pulled a grossed out face, Butters's worry grew and Dovah . . . well, Dovah stared at you mentally agreeing with you " Ew [ Name ] ! Don't say that! " "Shut up Scott! It's your fault this happened " you snapped back, flipping the boy off and as much as you wanted to fight him you knew that it wouldn't be the best idea so you just began to walk off, Butters and Dovah quickly joining your side leaving a very pissy Scott behind, who trailed slowly behind complaining how 'you could've moved' and that he would've been able to 'out run Stan' making you laugh " Nice joke Scott " you wiped a fake tear from your eye " I wasn't joking ! " " Uh huh as if your slow ass could ever out run Stan " " I could! I did it just a few minutes ago! " " Barely! He was like centimetres away from grabbing you and beating you to a bloody pulp "

The two of you kept squabbling as you neared the exit of the school's building. " Uhm hey fellas I gotta go now! If I don't get back home soon my parents will ground me! " Giving you three a smile he turned around and left, two out of the three of you returning the smile. " And then there were three " you shoved your hands into the pockets of your trousers " more like two, I need a go too ya know " " Yes yes, bye bye Scott we won't miss you " you blinked at him innocently " Fuck you " and with that Scott was gone.

Now that you were left alone with Dovah as company all of your attention was on them " Sorry I wasn't talking much to you Dovah, Scott was there. " No response no reaction from them and yet you could perfectly understand their emotions and what they wanted to 'tell' you " Awh, thanks, now. " You turned your head to the direction of the car park " Let's go home " with a nod the two of you were off to go find your car. Quiet a long time ago the both of you had saved enough and pulled through to buy a pretty decent car, it was rather modern and relatively fast so in your guys' eyes it was perfect.

As soon as you found your car you got in, both in you respective seats yours being the passenger seat and Dovah's being the divers, for the life of you you never knew why they were obsessed with being the driver, every time you asked or even suggested the idea of you driving they simple shook their head and clutched onto the car keeps protectively- it wasn't like you were a bad driver, you passed your car test or whatever its called with flying colours! You sighed as you sat comfortably in your seat, well as comfortable as you can get when the sting of a pen stabbing your butt was still there.

" Come on Dovah, start the car let's get home yeah? " You asked, putting you seatbelt on but when you didn't hear the car start you looked over to meet their face " Dovah? " They gave you a look " what is it Dovah? " Pulling out their phone they showed you a tweet Wendy posted a few days ago about a party " uh- Dovah Why'd you - " looking away from the phone to Dovah you were caught of guard by his puppy dog eyes " Dovah. Dovah no. " You narrowed your eyes trying not to be tempted by the desperate look in his eyes " Dovah stop. " He, in fact, did not stop " Dova- " 'please' he mouthed intensifying his puppy dog eyes to the point where it would seem out right criminal to say no

" Fine. Will that make you happy " he nodded seeming to be happy though his face very clearly didn't show it, patting your shoulder before turning back to start the car, that was stupid- you would've said yes even without the puppy eyes since you loved to party. You shook your head, pulling your own phone out, staring at the tweet 'next friday' huh? That's three day away. You turned your phone off and stared ahead, watching all the cars fall behind us as Dovahkiin drove at a life sentence type of speed, he always drove quickly even though you've (multiple times) reprimanded him for it he never stopped and never seemed to get in trouble for it, he had a way of getting out of trouble really easily it was scary.

Making it to your house was the quickest trip ever, it was almost seconds. Before getting out you smiled at your friend, thanking him for the ride he'd given you and walked to the front of your house, sighing as you got ready to open the door and fall asleep on the couch.

Three days until the party.

#x reader #south park x reader #dovahkiin southpark #stan marsh #butters leopold stotch x reader #scott malkinson #female reader #god this is long #a guide to becoming noticeable #love sp #i love south park #and butters #i love butters #OOC #They're very ooc #dont be mean to me bc of it tho #i tried #😭 #anyway #south park #south park x reader serise #south park x you #south park butters #fnaf reference #😃 #im so tired #SPOTIFY WONT WORK UGH #wtf is a quarter back #im bri'ish #brit

[skyrim-forever]

The Dragonborn's Inferno

Another One! This one will take us through the realm of Mehrunes Dagon, the Daedric Prince of Destruction, destroyed by Martin Septim thereby ending the Oblivion Crisis

Tagging: @greyborn2 @kookaburra1701 @lucien-lachance @throughtrialbyfire @abstractredd @alpha-centauriiae @akaviri-dovah @your-talos-is-problematic

The air is thick and hot The smell of molten lava Encompasses my senses

I awaken in fear, for I have the legends Of this land

The Deadlands The plane of Oblivion Dedicated to the foe of Mortal races

The Daedric prince first beaten back By those false Gods, Almalexia and Sotha Sil The one then defeated by That trickster sorcerer Who they called Chimere Graegyn.

The one that was slain By Akatosh’s divine avatar, Mehrunes Dagon

“Fear not of him young Dragonborn, For through Akatosh’s will we are safe” I must confess I was still afraid

Afraid I was until my emperor spoke Speak he did to that one He had defeated at the end of an era

“Dagon” He calls out Into the plane of rock and lava A thunderous step rocks the plane

He is massive, four bulking red arms Extending out from his body

The Daedra of Destruction, Taunts my leader, For that is all he can do

“Have you come for another round, Akatosh’s chosen? I will not underestimate you as I did before.”

He is unfazed and glowing Bathed in the divine He offers wisdom even to such a foe

“I come not to fight Dagon, Though do not be mistaken” His eyes are full of light amidst the fire

“Had I been put back there, In any life, in every life, I would give myself up again”

The last Septim moves me How grateful I am, To be blessed with such divine company

Dagon does not address him, For what does a being like him, Known of divine order?

Instead the Prince of Ambition, He who brings forth change through destruction Sets his sights on but humble me

“You, the one who walks Nirn, The one named Dovahkiin Listen not only to the light

For there is birth to come from destruction, Destruction to one is revolution to another From the debris can empires be born.”

I cannot bring myself to thank him, For I know too much of what he has done. Yet I notice my Emperor

In his divine wisdom, Hard earned at that, He offers Dagon parting words

“Though your nature is fixed, Even the Prince of change Cannot beat fate

I will pray for you Dagon, Of what I am unsure But I pray you heal what aches you”

Overwhelmed by his kindness, My knees weaken, Until I fall onto the rock

#skyrim #the elder scrolls #tes #tesblr #oblivion #Martin septim #dragonborn #dovahkiin #Dragonborn's inferno #the divine comedy parody #skyrim fanfic #tes fanfic #fanfic #fanficition #Daedric princes #morrowind #mehrunes dagon

[snowberry-crostata]

Languages of Skyrim

Back to our irregularly scheduled programming, with more headcanons about Skyrim.

Nordic is still the primary language spoken throughout Skyrim, but is slowly becoming less universal as Cyrodiilic, the lingua franca of the Empire, spreads. The Nordic language is descended from the Atmoran language (also called Nedic, which developed from Ehlnofex in the Merethic Era along a separate path from the development of Aldmeris by the elves). One of the most notable linguistic differences between Nordic and other Ehlnofex-derived languages is the influence of Dovahzul on its words and pronunciations due to the long subjugation of the Nords by the Dovah.

In the current day, most people living outside of cities speak Nordic as their primary language, even non-Nords born in Skyrim. For many Nords, Nordic is their only language. However, immigrants to Skyrim such as Dunmer refugees and Khajiit caravaners primarily speak the dialects of their homelands and often teach their native language to their children. Among Mer, attitudes vary around how important it is to speak the language of one’s ancestors; the Dunmer tend to feel strongly that their Skyrim-born children should know how to speak Dunmeris, and they incorporate Dunmeri words and phrases into their speech. Meanwhile, Altmer immigrants often choose not to teach their children any Altmeri at all (this is a result of both the political climate of Skyrim and the distaste that Altmer emigrants tend to have for the current rulers of the Summerset Isles). Merchants and innkeepers in all but the most rural settlements typically speak both Nordic and (at least some) Cyrodiilic.

Orcs living in strongholds throughout Skyrim mostly speak in the Wrothgarian dialect of Orsinian, though the Orcs of Narzulbur speak the Velothi dialect. They know enough Nordic or Cyrodiilic to get by with the occasional trader (trade is typically conducted in a Nordic-Orsinian pidgin), but the languages of men are not commonly heard inside the compounds nor are they formally taught to Orc children. Orcs typically pick up other languages through immersion, which is one reason why Orsimer who leave their strongholds are sometimes perceived as being “slow” or unintelligent by others - they are still learning the local language.

#headcanons #language #nords #dunmer #altmer #orsimer #my stuff #skyrim #tes:v

[official-megumin]

Los hi aan dovah?

stop speaking dragon to me, I don't know what you're saying

[illumiera]

so, in the most recent chapter of i fear no fate (for you are my fate), Miraak's POV reveals that before he was given the name Miraak, he was referred to as a dovaar, "dragonkind-servant"—or "dragonkind-slave".

the thing about this is that depending on the way the speaker pronounced the word, dovaar could sound a lot like dovah, the singular word for "dragon". I loveloveLOVE the irony of the priesthood looking at the man who would become Miraak and calling him dovaar, all the while unaware that the person they were speaking to was no dovaar but a dovah.

I also think that's part of why he leans into his dragon-soul so much, especially in the beginning chapters where he's so desperate for freedom that he's willing to kill Elentari, the Last Dragonborn, the only person he's ever met who could possibly understand what it's like to be neither fully a dragon nor fully a mortal. if he's a dragon, then as my beloved Daenerys Targaryen says, "a dragon is not a slave."

#miraak #miraak x ldb #headcanons #skyrim #i fear no fate (for you are my fate) #otp: i fear no fate (for you are my fate)

[custom-whats]

Here's a depressing thought, a dragonborn who becomes addicted to the devouring of dragon souls to where they force themselves to avoid Paarthurnaax. Like, they desperately wish for his advice but can't even begin to think of him without the sudden hunger for the poor dovah's soul popping up in their mind.

honestly . honestly? that kind of thing would make Paarthurnaax's whole speech about overcoming evil nature through great effort so much more fucked cuz ldb would have an intimate understanding of exactly the kind of dilemma to which he refers.

Assuming LDB actually could manage to speak to paarthurnaax about it i'd imagine he'd be pretty understanding. He aint so different yknow, and he'd probably offer some wise advice about the value of meditation in soothing urges like that. Alternatively, Inigo would be a great companion for just such a problem. He may joke often about LDB being potentially addicted to soul devouring but if LDB went to him seriously about it he'd be soo understanding and extremely helpful. Best friend to the rescue

#SO SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE SO SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE SO SOR

[hircinesanters]

I accidentally made a big ol centaur oc to breed hang out with Miraak

He doesn’t have a name, I’ve been calling him Honse (he’s like 12ft tall at LEAST) and he’s based off his really pretty Dutch Draft Horse I found on Google Images.

His whole deal is that he was banished from his tribe for heresy and “lost” his name because of it, and has been wandering around tamriel for the past 20 years before stumbling into Skyrim and very confusingly becomes the last Dragonborne. He immediately sees Miraak as a friend and refuses to kill or harm him, instead saying “I go there, I bring him here. People saved.”

He speaks broken common and a good smattering of Dovah, and affectionately calls Miraak “Mal Bron” which is just “tiny nord.” Very good marksman, and swears up and down he dislikes humans but will let children ride on his back.

#skyrim #tesblr #the elder scrolls #tes v skyrim #tes v #skyrim oc #honse #<- that’s his tag now #centaur oc

[incorrectskyrimquotes]

Eryn, trying to remember the things Paarthurnax had taught her, first greeted Odahviing like a Dov would.

Well, tried to. He was a bit confused. This tiny little mortal is saying "Greet me as a Dovah would". The elder speaks first, right? She knows he's probably much older than her.

And he does, he fire breaths her. Everyone else ducks out of the way but she withstands it, and responds back in kind.

He has to hand it to her, she's trying. She doesn't speak his language very naturally, she doesn't really seem to know what she's doing. But she is earnest, and she is trying to negotiate. He respects that, at least.

#later down the line she does the same thing with durnehviir #with odahviing she was mostly trying to prove her strength (and worth) to him #in order to negotiate on (relatively) equal footing #but after that and the defeat of alduin she still tries with most dragons she meets #she knows now they can be talked down. so she'll try #unfortunately for her most dragons will never ever respect her