#dovakin

[vixensreiha]

#yor forger #loid forger #spy x family #fanart #anime art #dovakin

[rhbrand]

Really dude? I just killed a dragon, by myself, ate it's soul., took it's scales and bones to make armor for myself, and you think you have a CHANCE of gutting me? What drugs you taking boy?

#Skyrim #Dragonborn #Dovakin #come at me bro

[tubborucho]

RIP Dovakine

#Dovakine? Dovakin? how do you spell it? #origins liveblogging #tubbo liveblogging

[anthropictales]

When you can pick your face, why pick anything but the best?

Ralof led the way to an overlook. The horse thief looked walleyed around at the forest, and kept a pace between himself and both Ulfric and the stranger as they walked away from the road.

"Got a question for you guys. all of you. it's relevant, I promise." the stranger said.

"Go on." Ulfric said.

"Either of you remember the ambush clearly?" they asked. "The one that caught us."

"Of course." Ralof said, frowning. "It happened four hours ago."

"Kay, good. Do any of you remember me being there?" they asked.

"Yes." Ralof said.

he saw Ulfric frown and glance back. "Yes?" he said, a question in his voice.

"Think carefully. comb through every detail you recall. do you actually remember me being there? Rorikstead, you haven't said anything. think carefully."

Ralof glanced at the horse thief. "I mean, they threw your ass in the cart with the rest of us..." he said trailing off.

Ulfric nodded. "I see. I remember you were there, but I can't remember any details. what exactly is this?" he asked.

"Hell if I know, apart from either the Nine or the Daedra owe me a fucking explanation and I will insist on collecting one. What it means is I wasn't actually there. I can't be certain I was there until the moment I opened my eyes. next question." they said.

"Do I have a face?" they asked.

"Um, yes?" the thief said.

"Do I though? if you look away from me, can you remember anything about my face, my species, any identifying characteristics? Could you describe me to someone if your life depended on it?"

Ralof realized with a sinking chill along his spine that no detail of the stranger's appearance remained in his head whenever he glanced away from them.

"Stormcloak, you have a question." They said.

"What is your name, stranger?" He asked.

The Argonian woman rubbed an arm across her scales. "Sol. just call me Sol." she said. "Oh god that felt weird."

Ralof realized with a start that she suddenly did have a distinct appearance, scales of a deep, dark green that was almost black, a long tail and a body that looked a bit too curvy for a random wanderer, much less an argonian.

"What just happened?" he asked, coming to a halt.

"Sorry abt that, but I'd rather not end up like the grey fox if I can fuckin' help it. That was character creation and thank the Nine that worked, I was worried I'd screwed the pooch by using a shout in the wrong place." She said, rubbing her scales.

#fanfic #skyrim #crack fic #The Annoyed Dovakin

[mewvore]

Not the altpreg almsivi 😔

I aint even the altpreg dovakin at this point

#ask and mew shall receive #simply existing as an altpreg prophet with no goals

[shhh-secret-time]

A Land Born Twice

"Don't take your eyes off me. You'll miss what I can do."

Prologue

The land known to man was born twice: first, as a spectacle performed by the Gods. Then once again by mortal men who sought fit to mold the precious gift into a wonder. Historians have long dedicated whole lifetimes to trying to figure out where it all started really, could something so enormous, so beyond our understanding really be told through script and tongue?

Maybe, but that wasn't your area of expertise.

No, you were not sent from your home amongst the humans to the Elven capital to talk about history, debating the existence of such Gods or ancient spirits. You were not dressed in the finest silks and cloths that coin could buy, just so you could sit in some lesson on the makings of the world. You were sent across this vast land for one job.

To make history remember you.

With your head held high you make your way across the silvery floors of the castle, each step you took aligned with the string instrument that echoed down the halls. A click of your heels, another note. The men who followed you did so in silence, the plate and chain of the armor threatened to drown out the sound of the peaceful lullaby.

Knights from the human kingdom tend to sport the colors of earthy browns and shades of red. The lower ranking knights were restricted to browns, it was only when they climbed the ranks that they got to don the splashes of red. So, when the King sent you out in the company of the only knight in the kingdom to wear a red cloak, it put into a grander perspective just how important this meeting was.

Ser Clyde Dovakin, the only man in the kingdom to be seen sporting the red cloak, walked by your side with a lazy arm thrown onto the hilt of his sword. His steel knight’s helmet tucked under his other arm. Perhaps it was the amity, showing the Elven people that he meant no harm. Or it could be the fact that despite his rank as Knight Commander, Ser Clyde had a reputation for slacking off.

One look at him and it was easy to tell. From the way his hair remained unkept, despite never wearing the helmet designed to protect him, to the way he carried himself with such carefree steps. The lazy smile on his face would have just about anyone fooled. That he was the most talented swordsman of this age.

But you knew better, you were trained to know better. That's why you were requested by name to be sent to this meeting. Just beyond the great wooden doors that rest at the end of the hall lies the very thing that will decide the relations between your people and the elven people going forward.

Past those great doors sat a council of women and men alike, pointed ears and fair skin that ranged from different shades. Timeless wonders made of flesh surrounding a thick oak table, whispering amongst themselves. A few dressed in similar silks and garments to yours, others equipped with leather armor; weapons resting behind their chairs.

Ivory tiles long forgotten in the hallway, instead the flooring turns to the brown soil that the castle rests on. Four walls in the room covered with various plants, parts of great trees that seem to stretch on forever, and dim firefly lights that help illuminate the chambers. Quills and parchment papers glide across the room, fluttering and weaving between soft whispers until they find home on the great oak table that stretches across the room. The table was set with intrigant cups, chalices made of frosted glass sat in front of each chair untouched by those who sit by them. It and the chairs that accompany it sprout from the soil, twisting roots and vines make up the furniture. A beautiful blend of nature working in harmony with the castle.

An elven man with platinum blond hair breaks the peaceful murmurs of the room. He rises to his feet in a surge of emotion, the thick tension in the air being cut by his words. "Your highness, must this meeting truly take place? Would it not be in our best interest to align ourselves with the Shield Maidens to end this war before it begins! The entire kingdom can sense that tension is rising, why not give the humans what they want?! Clearly a decade of peace was far too long!”

His shouts echo through the court room’s elaborate walls, the slam of his fist on the thick oak table follows shortly after.  Other members, around the table watched in silence, some with furrowed brows and lips pressed so thin they almost disappear.

History would remember you.

To the far eastern part of the room lies a throne, and like everything else in the room it stood as an attest to the relationship between Elven kind and Nature. In it, a man raises his hand and with a simple gesture the eyes of every person in the room falls to him.

With fiery red hair that almost looks like licks of flame coming off each curl, twisted golden branches rest on top of his head carefully woven into the locks. Deep green eyes that hold the secrets of the forest that surrounds the land. Pale untouched skin, except for the cluster of freckles that dust his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose. Each small dot resembles the inside of a sunflower, spots where the sun has kissed his face over and over again. The red gloves on his hand were embroidered with a gorgeous pattern that matched the look of his robes. A tapestry of golden swirls that decorated the material, ones that meld into the giant wings that sprout from his back. Wings that flutter with each breath, shimmering light fall from either side.

"I understand the devotion that burns inside you Ser Donnel,” He takes a moment to lower his hand, “but you will remember proper etiquette in my courtroom. Should you take that tone in front of my honored guests, I'll ask that you step outside and remember yourself." His tone was not one of anger, but it held the authority one should have in his position. Behind the glints of his eyes were silent warnings. The guarantee that he would not get a second chance.

A second passes and the blond dips his head down, returning to his seat. “My apologies your Highness, I meant no offence.” His eyes now fixated on the table before him.

Just before the conversation in the room could pick up, the great doors were pushed open; Ser Clyde using both arms to do so. There at the doorway you stood, a smile on your face found only in portraits. Still, calculated, perfect. Eyes fall upon you, some mixed with curiosity and others mixed with loathing. Whatever emotion they held in the variety of colors didn't seem to matter to you. What mattered was that they were on you. And as the bard inhales getting ready to speak, you bow low. Your hands by your side, outstretched just enough to show the palms.

Prologue | 1

#south park #sp fanfiction #reader insert #south park fanfiction #south park x reader #x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #Kingdom Come #prologue #Fantasy AU #clyde donovan #shhh its a secret

[unknownhomosapien]

For the dragonborn ask game : 1,3,7,14 and 18? 👉👈

1.What is their background and backstory, summarised into a paragraph?

Resdayn Hyr was born in Solstheim in 4E 53 in a family of ex-Telvanni and Redoran soldier. His ancestors were either battlemages or dual-wielded swordsman, but he only unherited the last one and already demonstrated himself as skilled fighter in Redoran trainings, despite the fact that he had some actual disabilities (he born with only one eye).

His (Toliani) sister wasn't so lucky (he was born blind and deaf) and went very sick, so he decided to travel to Skyrim to find a proper cure for her. But he was mistaken for a criminal and nearly died in Helgen. Being stucked in Skyrim, he settled in Windhelm for some time to find a cure and the way to went back, so he joined the Stormcloaks to earn some money, but got dissapointed quickly.

Unfortunately, he happened to be a dragonborn. He eventually took side of Empire. After killing Alduin and finishing civil war, he decided to came back, but it was too late for saving his sister. It was tough decision for him, but he refused to join Redoran guards, and choose to work and travel as museum of dragonborn' reseacher and guild master, only coming back to deal with Miraak. In that time got closer with Teldryn.

3.How do they feel about being Dragonborn- does they identity feel right for them and did they embrace it immediately? Do they consider themselves a true dragon?

He....wasn't excited much? Resdayn knows history of his lineage very well, and news about being dragonborn didn't suprise much. Fact that there were psijic and actual dwemer in Hyr' bloodline seems more impressive. Still, he is pretty much serious about his dovakin' duties. Dunmer is "doing duties, not thinking" type of guy, so he embraced it almost immediately.

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

Actually, he has pretty destructive Thu'um, so he trying to use only in critical situation. His voice always was very loud and sharp voice even before events, and now he lowering it and making as calm as possible.

Still, he is dyslexic and reading anything kinda tough work. It took more time to learn basic, but even one Fus is enough to make cracks on walls. He didn't stop learning them though, mastered Fus'Ro'Dah and Yol'Toor'Shul to perfection.

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

Eastmarch, especially central part with hot springs, geysers. Maybe it reminds him of south Solstheim with their volcanic areas.

18.Your Dragonborn is now an actual dragon- what do they look like? Do they possess any unique features or abilities?

Probably very colourful, with following vitiligo spots on skin and hair, also missing one eye. I'm sure he gonna use claws and tail to attack more than thu'um.

#tes #the elder scrolls #skyrim #oc: resdayn hyr #teldryn sero #needed an excuse to draw him teeehee #him and teldryn always making absolutely terrible crack jokes about events together but it's more like coping mechanism tho

[rexthetitan]

Larka, my young dovakin loves listening to her great grandmother's adventures in the elderscrolls era

#the elder scrolls #fanart #skyrim #elder scrolls fanart #khajiit #videogames #the elder scolls online #games

[skogvakt]

favorite ship-dynamic: catdog

(this khajiit is my dovakin Tahar)

#art #sketch #digital art #skyrim #tes oc #tes #vilkas #khajit #khajiit #dragonborn

[eliharrell]

I know it may be stupid, but I just ended the vampire DLC quest, where Dovakin(in my game Dovakin is woman) and Serana were in a cave with moths. I imagined for a moment that Miraak was with them (already after his main quest and he is in love with Divakin but don’t admit it). Just imagine, moths fly around Dovakin, the light falls on her so beautifully and she plays with this little creatures and laughs... I have to draw it and how Miraak looks at Dovakin with love at this moment...

I’m talking about this… So beautiful..

#skyrim dovahkiin #skyrim #dovakhiin #miraak #oc #miraak x dragonborn #miraak x ldb #miraak x reader

[pheonixkenny]

Since I’ve been playing the SP video games a lot lately I thought I’d introduce you to my New Kid! Her name is Alex. I thought I’d give her a gender-neutral name to go with the whole “ambiguous gender” thing she’s got going on. (I’m ignoring “Dovakin” because that’s not a name you give to a girl.) And yes, I said “her”, my new kid is a girl. I based her a lot on me, since the new kid is basically a self insert character anyways. So I gave her my gender, sexuality, religion, even made her look kinda like me. I have a lot of headcanons for her that I’ll list under the cut.

Alex has selective mutism, so she doesn’t talk much. She does know ASL, but none of the other SP characters do, so that doesn’t help her communicate with them. She carry’s around a notepad and a pen with her to write what she wants to say. She also just texts people to talk, even if they’re only a few feet away.

She’s friends with pretty much everyone in town, but the people she’s closest to are; Wendy (because she knows her true gender and didn’t out her. So she trusts her.), Kenny (they bond over being the only people in town with real superpowers.), and Butters (the first friend she ever made in South Park. Plus, he’s a sweetheart.)

Like me, Alex is a lesbian. Her and Kenny like to talk about hot girls together.

She does eventually trust Kenny with her real gender identity. She figures she owes him that since she knows his big secret. (He’s immortal.) Kenny’s kinda surprised and it’s a little awkward at first because he doesn’t really hang out with girls who aren’t his little sister, but he eventually realizes she’s still the same person she was before and they fall back into their regular dynamic. (They have a brother/sister dynamic after that. Since Kenny does say you remind him of his sister.) Besides, he kinda gets it. He played Princess Kenny, Alex can be King Douchebag if she wants to.

Part of the reason why she hid her gender from everyone (besides the government.) is that she just wanted to play Stick of Truth with the guys. It looked fun.

She does like to do some girly stuff with Wendy too though, since she doesn’t get to very often. So once in a while they’ll turn on a rom com or princess movie and give each other makeovers. (Though Butters is sometimes also down for a good princess movie.)

She doesn’t tell Butters about her gender identity. She likes him but the boy is not great at keeping a secret.

Even though she doesn’t show it, she cares deeply for all her friends. They’re the first ones she’s ever had. (It turns out online followers are different than real friends.)

Doesn’t know how to feel about Eric Cartman. On the one hand, he did bring her into the Stick of Truth game and taught her a lot in it. On the other hand, he did kidnap her parents, so she’s pretty mad about that.

If/when the South Park gang get the government off her back for good. (I know they probably could. I doubt there’s anything these guys can’t do at this point.) Alex gets the most emotional that anyone has ever seen her. It actually kinda freaks them out. She then comes clean about her real gender identity since she doesn’t need to worry about being tracked. Everyone kinda reacts with an “ah, that explains some things.” attitude. Cartman’s really the only one who has a problem with it.

#this got long I apologize #south park #south park new kid #south park the fractured but whole #the stick of truth #south park oc

[ladytanithia]

I learned to read before I even started kindergarten. I was writing silly little fantastical stories and poems as soon as I learned how to write. My grandmother (more than my parents) encouraged my love of reading and writing. I started writing a trilogy when I was 11 or 12 - ha, I thought I knew so much about life then.

I started writing another novel when my first child was small. I journaled a LOT, because my high school junior year English teacher was a huge advocate of journaling. (We're still in touch to this day.)

I got into an abusive marriage, ended up joining the Navy, got divorced, got pregnant again (twice), and put my dreams on the back burner while I did the best I could raising 3 kids as a single parent.

My kids are all adults now. And I still pretend to be, but I'm not. Know what finally got me writing again after at least 20 years? Don't laugh: Breath of the Wild. Granted, my stories were NOT kid friendly - smut with a loose plot - but oh my gods, I was on SUCH a high for months! I was so deliriously happy to be writing again, I was losing a lot of sleep and I seriously thought I was manic. I even got so into one of my characters that I had to call out sick from work one or two days because I was emotionally destroyed along with her.

I also got back into drawing, which I had barely done since high school. Started putting my fics on AO3, FFN, and DA, and putting my art on DA.

And then Skyrim happened (yeah, I'm a real latecomer, but I'm hooked for life - even my license plate says DOVAKIN) - and I ended up here. I don't know what I thought Tumblr was when I first signed up, and I'm still learning to navigate it, but I'm amazed, pleased, and even overwhelmed to be surrounded by fellow writers and artists. A little envious of some of you, but working on finding my own styles and sharing what I love as I make this journey toward self-fulfillment.

TL;DR: I put my dreams on hold for a long time, and I'm back and it feels amazing, and I love this place!

#writing #drawing #fulfillment #gratitude #community #i love this place #i need more writer and artist friends in my life #never too old #do what makes you happy #LoZ fanfic #Skyrim fanfic

[mikatesmods]

The Silent Lake Cottage - Skyrim LE player home mod

#skyrim #tes #tes mods #mika mods #skyrim mods #the elder scrolls #player homes skyrim #Skyrim 2024 mods #Skyrim farm mod #Skyrim cottage mod #skyrim le mods #Skyrim new mods

[coffestamps]

Ambush! Kaidan Fluff

Deep breaths heaving against their chest, Kaidan watches as the last Dragonborn stands there bathed red with blood. He, himself, already is having a hard time moving to his partner's aid; for the first time in a long time, his blade feels heavy. It was an ambush of sorts, the now deceased was a bunch of bandits and outlaws who weren't so happy with the dragon born running into caves and destroying their operations. An odd 20 or so bandits aren't much of a challenge, but they came in groves this time. With every 10 who died, 20 rush in, causing The Pale and its many tall snow-covered trees to turn a gruesome shade of red. He can hear the dragon born gulping large inhales of air. Their stature over the many corpses below is an enchanting display of power. How the light snow is trying to cover the red that decorates their head, hot breath in the cold air, unyielding, beautiful.

Managing to gather his strength, he slowly makes his way to his partner, stepping over the corpses below. He rests his hand on the Dragonborn's shoulder. "You alright?" He asks, his voice a bit scruff after breathing a bit too vapidly during the fight. His throat feels raw and sore, with the sharp air not really helping out his lungs. A warm ale sounds like an excellent afterparty to this entire debacle. Yet, the dragon born didn't reply, no cleaver quips, no sarcastic remark or comforting affirmations to be okay.

That's when, for the first time in Kaidan's eyes, he sees the unyielding Dovakin lean up against him. Their head, on his armor, he can feel a strange jolt in his heart, a very inappropriate time for this. "Woah there, friend!" He laughs, but there's no response. No response. Realization strikes his head as he grabs the dragon borns shoulder, trying to see the other warrior eye-to-eye, only to see the eyes once fueled with ambition and vigor…hollow. Still breathing, though. He looks around, unsure where to go, but he ought to find someplace safe, fast.

The Dragonborn, despite their raw power and danger, is surprisingly light. Either that or the battle adrenaline is still running. Of course, he managed to find a cave that made good shelter after clearing whatever it was inside. He managed to find some rags, hay, and soft moss to make a make-shift bed for his friend. Undoing their armor, he makes sure to be as respectful as possible; after all, you don't wear underwear under armor! Inspecting the Dragonborn's body, there were no wounds but a high fever on the dragon borns forehead. Now that he thinks about it, he remembered the Dragonborn sneezing and coughing more than usual the past few days. That long fight must have pushed them too far.

The fire crackles; good that this cave is dry and has some burn-able things lying around. He sits beside the Dragonborn in complete silence, squeezing the Dovakins hand. Kaidan's hands are rough, the gloves doing an excellent job at keeping away blisters, but his skin feels more like leather than anything, and yet…their hand, soft, tender, well- to him anyways. He isn't sure why, but he just needs to be here…with them. He swallows these bubbling feelings down his throat. He is happy to be by their side, despite how worried he is; he wishes…no.

Kaidan takes a deep breath.

"Fuck." He murmurs to himself, looking away, still holding the dragon born's hand, a blush across his face. He hopes that they will wake up soon- so things can return to normal. And yet, his hand squeezes a bit tighter.

Maybe he should dabble in medicine next time?

#kaidan tes #kaidan 2 #kaidan skyrim #kaidan x ldb #kaidan romance #skyrim

[anthropictales]

Turns out, the Voice is not a toy.

"OI, SHUT YER GOB!" the imperial called out, glaring back at the stranger. The stranger narrowed their eyes. "I have one word for you, fashy boy." they said, then their mouth moved, but Ralof didn't hear it.

[]

Ralof's ears rang, his head felt full of wool, the world faded in and out.

He gingerly pulled his bound hands up, flicking his fingers clumsily and muzzily hissing out the words to the basic Heal everyone learned as kids.

It took him two tries before he finally got the words out well enough that the warm, sunny light of healing swept from his hands into his head, closing his eardrums, ever so slowly pulling the blood back and stabilizing his brain in his skull.

He sat up. the cart was in pieces, and in the distance he heard screaming horses, and Ulfric was carefully cutting his bonds on a piece of shrapnel.

The horse thief was dragging himself to his feet, hands also pulsing with healing light and shaking his head.

Ulfric was only now bringing his free hands and the shard of cart timber to the gag, sawing it off carefully. He frowned, confused.

Ralof found the stranger. they were knelt in the verge of the wooded track, staring at a body.

the cart driver. it wasn't a pretty sight.

The stranger looked pale, and the smell told him they had been violently sick.

Signs of spellshock. he walked up to them.

They stared, silently at the body. he rested a hand gently on their shoulder.

"First time you've killed someone?" he murmured gently.

they nodded.

"Deep breaths. it was him or us, you know that, yes?" they nodded once. emphatically.

"Good. he'd not have had the same courtesy." Ralof said. he glanced back. Ulfric was already cutting the horse thief loose.

"Right now, though, we have to get moving. the imperials will be back, with reinforcements." he said.

"And I must ask, where did you learn the Voice?" Ulfric asked, walking up to them.

the kid laughed. "I was certain just saying the word wouldn't work but... I can feel it. now I know what to look for." they said, voice shaky.

"Like your mind is made of snow, and the words like stones, sunk deep." Ulfric said. "There is a reason none who know the Voice use it save at need. Did you study with the greybeards?" he asked.

"Oh G... by the Nine, that is one hell of a story." they shakily stood. "You all have the phrase, 'extraordinary claims require extraordinary proof'?" they turned and faced Ulfric.

"Or words to that effect." Ulfric rumbled.

"We need to get to somewhere we can see Helgen. I'll tell you the whole story, once I have some kind of proof." they said.

#fanfic #skyrim #The Annoyed Dovakin #crack fic

[bitkahuna]

A while ago, I said I was making a Thorin fanfic, a Drarry fanfic, and a Listener/Dovakin x Cicero fanfic.

I’ve finished none of these because my college degree decided that I have to have an internship on top of college in order to graduate.

Two bachelors degrees and an internship before I graduate college … cause I’m a bitch I guess

#fanfic #ao3 author #drarry #thilbo #cicero x listener #cicero x reader #ao3fic #fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 writer #harry potter #drarry fanfic #ao3 harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #draco x harry #harry x draco #the hobbit #thorin x bilbo #lord of the rings #lotr #skyrim