#hadvar of riverwood

[stellarsightz]

Sorry I uh. Have no explanation for this one

#stellar.artz #my art #artists on tumblr #skyrim #skyrim art #tesblr #hadvar #hadvar of riverwood #ralof #ralof of riverwood #hadvar/ralof #hadvar x ralof #do they have a ship name?? idk man #destiel confession meme #hello lilly if you’re seeing this please look away i am going insane bc of these two

[thana-topsy]

Oh man, I’d forgotten about this way too sad drawing of Hadvar and Ralof I did several weeks ago. Anyways, here you go. Enjoy Hadvar’s bare chest.

#hadvar/ralof #hadvar of riverwood #ralof of riverwood #skyrim fanart #skyrim #elder scrolls #topsy draws

[cosmic-darikano]

Who are these guys???

#my art #skyrim #ralof of riverwood #Hadvar of riverwood #tes #tes skyrim #tes v skyrim #the elder scrolls #guess who got back into playing skyrim #modding the hell out of it so these boys can be my companions <3 #even made a proper oc #will probs show it soon

[hethress]

I started playing Skyrim recently and I just want to shout out to my wifey Lydia for saving my ass on countless occasions (I love her so much)

#skyrim #lydia skyrim #nintendo #elder scrolls #dark brotherhood #thalmor #gaming #switch games #dragonborn #delphine skyrim #whiterun #hadvar of riverwood

[throughtrialbyfire]

Fic Author Self-Rec!

tagged by the lovely @mareenavee , thank you so much!! <3

tagging @dirty-bosmer @orfeoarte @gilgamish @umbracirrus @totally-not-deacon @v1ctory-or-sovngarde @thequeenofthewinter and YOU!! no pressure to participate, and if you haven't written 5 fics, feel free to just talk about whichever ones you have!!

Rules:

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love!

i'm going to paste each fics summary, and then go on my tangents!

An Inner Sanctity

Two months after attempting to utilize the Eye of Magnus and gain it's power, Ancano wakes up in an unfamiliar cottage, being cared for by the very person he intended to destroy. Navigating their strange and new dynamic, the Thalmor agent finds he may be offered second chance at life, but whether or not he takes it is another story.

this fic is a huge work of exploration into what indoctrination can do to someone who has never known any different, and how that can affect things as broad as worldviews and as personal as one-on-one dynamics with people. it's also partially catharsis-fic, as giving ancano some of my own mental and physical issues and dialing it up to 10000000000% is a hell of a lot of fun. i love seeing that old man suffer and then earn his rise from the ashes. plus, using athenath in a fic where they cant rely on the other two of the trio - as this is in an AU i call the "athenath solo run" - forces me to think of how they would handle situations on his own. spoiler? not too well.

it's on a hiatus at the moment despite having a pretty long backlog, i just don't have the motivation right now to edit and write more for it, but that definitely will change in the future, because i really love exploring ancano's psyche and how he begins to grow and change.

also the fic title comes from the song "Twilight" by Bôa, while that doesnt have anything to do with the fic, i loved the line "you give me an inner sanctity", sooooo <3

The Mark You Left

Two scientists realize, upon losing contact with Dr. Richtofen, that they are truly alone in the aftermath of their actions.

i don't have 5 fics for TES, so have my singular CoD Zombies fic as well! i've had a special interest in the ultimis timeline of CoD Zombies since uhhhh 2011? maybe? sometimes it lays dormant for months and then all of the sudden i think about it daily, especially the dynamics between Dr. Schuster, Dr. Richtofen, and Dr. Groph. so, i wrote this as a bit of a loveletter to a fandom i no longer am part of, but still have a lot of fondness for. it's a quick read that hits on this concept of ultimate betrayal in the aftermath of literally betraying someone else for that person. two people dealing with that, processing that, and what they'll do in the wake of all of this.

the title for this fic comes from the song "Birds" by BENN, who used to make CoD Zombies-based songs before rewriting/redoing them for his own original work!!

Portraits Under Forgotten Suns

A collection of short one-shot fics done for TESFest 2023. A werewolf in his cage, a Bosmer alchemists' first memory, a Dunmer mage's quiet contemplation, a humble keeper's last look at the place he's called home, a sailor's fate at the wreck of the Brinehammer, and an Altmer bard's fond summer memory.

as it says on the tin! its a series of one-shots i initially published to tumblr, then moved to Ao3 to make them more accessible and have a ready archive of them! i loved working on each of these, getting into different perspectives, and figuring out how to convey the narratives of the characters i worked with. i liked writing up details of my dragonborn trio's pasts, too, and the story for "Forgotten/Devotion" was a hell of a lot of fun, getting to pull the wreck of the brinehammer into a fic!

If by Sun and Moon I Swore

With the Empire's victory in the Skyrim Civil War, Hadvar has been quietly readjusting to regular life. When an old friend turns up at his door, that quiet he'd hoped for comes to a halt.

i love hadvar/ralof with all my wretched pining heart okay. i cannot deny this pair has a vice grip on me! and working with them, two soldiers touched by war on opposite sides who once had something (in this case, used to be (and still are) in love), can be something both so tragic and so healing. pulling this pair back together, giving them some form of comfort, even if it's brief, is such a joy. i have intentions of writing more for this couple in the future, but that's likely going to be a while. still, i'll be sure to let you guys know if i do get around to it!!

this fics title is from "Like The Dawn" by The Oh Hellos! its my quintessential hadvar/ralof song for sure <3

Cycle of the Serpent

Surviving Helgen by the skin of their teeth, three elves find themselves tossed into the middle of ancient legends, a civil war, and a hell of a lot of problems. They may all have different reasons for being in Skyrim, but if they have any hope of reaching their destinations alive, it lies in learning to trust their strange new companions… no matter what. From the ruins of Helgen to the plains of Whiterun, from the seas of Solitude to the grim frost of Winterhold, and everywhere sprawling beyond, the unlikely trio will find that being chosen by Akatosh is more than they've ever bargained for. And with their own histories crawling back, and secrets slowly spilled, the trio may find that there's little they can do to escape the cycles they've made.

this longfic is… a huge undertaking. "An Inner Sanctity" focuses on two very flawed people coming to love one another. "Cycle of the Serpent" focuses on three very flawed, extremely fucked up people learning to trust one another and face whatever fate awaits them together, even when that trust is tested, even when the world is cruel, even when trauma batters and bruises them in the current and then rises up from the briny depths of the past to tug them back down beneath. it's about sustained and sometimes self-fulfilling cycles of hurt, anger, and sometimes vengeance, and it's about love and joy and companionship and friendship that lives within it all.

in short, this longfic is one of my biggest undertakings in a very long time.

i started this as a bit of a joke. the idea of there being more than one LDB was a fun idea, and then i created three elves, and those three elves gave me their family histories and their childhood friendships and their previous travels and how it changed them all prior to helgen and i went… yeah i can't just not write this and go insane about it. these three and their various methods for dealing with situations, their triumphs and defeats, and how they bounce off one another became so organic and real to me that i feel continuously pulled to keep their narrative going. this story forced me to write my first ever combat scenes (posted the snippet of my second ever real combat scene tonight!) and learn how to navigate keeping it within TES lore, while also breaking out of some of the stale writing in skyrim itself. i have plans to rewrite/overhaul entire questlines and characters to give them more life, and i've got dozens of OCs lined up - at least one of whom is hinted at within the first chapter. i have this story and these characters arcs planned out, and they do get particularly grim at points, but i never want this story to go into "there is no hope" territory. there's always hope, it just lies in learning to break your own cycles, even if it feels like it may kill you.

the title of this fic was taken from the song "Pillar of Na" by Saintseneca, i very heavily envision emeros as the first verse, athenath as the second, wyndrelis as the third, with the fourth being all three of them, and the fifth (the "eternal, eternal, eternity round…") being a sort of ensemble of all the places and people they've touched in their lives.

woooooooooooooooo!! that was long-winded. thank you for listening to me ramble on these, and thank you so much again for tagging me, mareena!! i hope everyone is having a lovely wednesday/thursday!! <3333

#tesblr #ficblr #skyrim #tes v #skyrim fic #tes v fic #tes v skyrim #ancano #ralof of riverwood #hadvar of riverwood #hadvar x ralof #oc ; athenath #oc ; emeros #oc ; wyndrelis #cycle of the serpent #an inner sanctity #if by sun and moon i swore #portraits under forgotten suns #the mark you left #bishop.txt #my writing

[kookaburra1701]

WIP Wednesday - Ordior Arma

Tagged by @dirty-bosmer

Now that I work 100% remotely time has ceased to be linear for me so these tag games are literally one of the only constants week-to-week to mark days, so thank you thank you

tagging: @thana-topsy, @expended-sleeper, @tallmatcha @gilgamish

Fandom: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: T (blood and violence) Category: gen Genre(s): Adventure, Fish-out-of-water Main character: Hadvar of Riverwood

Summary: Hadvar of Riverwood arrives in Cyrodiil as an Imperial Legion officer candidate recruit with very lofty ideas about what exactly being a soldier is all about. Those ideals are tested as he goes through the rigorous Legion training school and tries to acclimate to the much more "civilized" Imperial way of life in the Heartland Province. This scene is from the start of the fic, where Hadvar is going through the initial induction into the Legion. He is...not prepared for just how thorough and bureaucratic the process is.

Hadvar resisted the urge to cover himself - the last woman he had been unclothed in front of was the Widow Hilde when she saw him through a fever two winters ago - and she hardly counted!

The healer walked around him, occasionally prodding him with bony fingers, and he was quite certain the Widow Hilde had never inspected him below the waist that closely-

"If he's sick or infected I detect no outward sign," the healer said, and the scribe dutifully made several marks on the clay tablet.

Suddenly her face was held up close to his, and Hadvar had to keep himself from recoiling. She squinted, looking deep into his eyes.

"Hmm, eyes are clear. Cover one, recruit."

Hadvar obeyed, placing a hand over his right eye.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" She lifted her thumb and index finger into his line of sight.

"Two, ma'am."

"Other eye."

Hadvar switched his hand to his left eye.

"And now?" She extended the rest of her fingers.

"Five, ma'am."

"Vision in both eyes." More marks were quickly scratched in the tablet.

"Still have all your fingers?" She grabbed Hadvar's hands and bent over them, turning them over. "What are these scars?" She ran a bony finger along one of the numerous tiny burns on the back of Hadvar's hands.

"My uncle is our village's blacksmith, He raised me. I help - helped him around the forge."

She grunted, and then looked up, before reaching out and grabbing his right bicep, making him extend his arm and feeling along it.

"You've got the muscles for it. So why aren't you apprenticing him? Or joining as a smith? Injury?"

"No ma'am. He," Hadvar swallowed; this was one subject he had not expected to have to talk about in the Legion. "-he and his wife had a child of their own, a year and a half ago. She will inherit his forge now."

Her expression softened minutely, and she nodded, evidently satisfied Hadvar was not concealing an infirmity.

#skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #tes v skyrim #wip wednesday #kb writes #fic:ordior arma #hadvar of riverwood

[skyrim-addict]

Feeling very very very normal about hadvar kitty meow meow little kitty meow

#I am so normal about him #I am experiencing levels of extreme normality #skyrim #hadvar #hadvar of riverwood

[m-u-n-c-h-y]

Some gay ass sketches of Ralof and Hadvar cause I was thinkin' bout them ♡

#skyrim #tes v skyrim #hadvar #ralof #ralvar #sure thats a ship name probably #ralof of riverwood #sketches #kissing #dragonborn!ralof au #the top one actually #au #db!ralof #my art #got the munchy's?

[ly0nstea]

My favourite Skyrim theory by far is that A) Hadvar and Ralof were close childhood friends in Riverwood that were torn apsrt by the war, and B) only the one you side with makes it out of Helgen, and the other dies trying to escape which is why they never show up even once in the Civil War plot line, despite the other appearing in like every quest, it's such a nice story aspect.

#tes #the elder scrolls #elder scrolls #skyrim #tesv #tes v skyrim #ralof #ralof of riverwood #hadvar

[abstractredd]

Chapters: 1/10 Fandom: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Elder Scrolls Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hadvar/Ralof (Elder Scrolls) Characters: Hadvar (Elder Scrolls), Ralof (Elder Scrolls), Gerdur (Elder Scrolls), Original Dunmer Character(s) (Elder Scrolls), Alvor (Elder Scrolls), Delphine (Elder Scrolls), Other NPCs Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Childhood Friends, Mutual Pining, Trans Male Character, Drunken Kissing, Drunken Confessions, Homoeroticism, They're fucking gay your honor, Slow Burn, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, (kind of?), who put the angst in our silly crack fic, (us. it was us), Eventual Smut  Summary: "It was the most normal conversation they had had since they had come back into contact. Ralof took a deep breath, not wanting to shatter the moment. It was almost comfortable now, sitting on the rock next to the man who used to be the person he confided all his secrets to."

#me and plutos crackfic that we put way too much rizz into is live #tesblr #tes #tes v skyrim #skyrim #skyrim fanfic #skyrim fanfiction #the elder scrolls #elder scrolls skyrim #ralof of riverwood #hadvar #ralof x hadvar #hadvar x ralof #radvar #hadlof #???? i guess #idk ship names lol #writeblr #fanfic writing #ao3

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Gerdur: Why do you and Hadvar hang out if you hate each other so much?

Ralof: We don't hate each other.

Gerdur: But you're always talking about how much you hate each other.

Ralof: . . . what's your point?

#hmmmm #ralof #ralof of riverwood #gerdur #hadvar #riverwood #I've never used the hadvar od riverwood tag i think do i even need it? it's not like there are multiple hadvars #thw ralof one is a relic of the early blog #nerevar queue and star #incorrect quotes #incorrect elder scrolls #incorrect skyrim quotes #tes #the elder scrolls #skyrim #the elder scrolls v: skyrim #source: tumblr

[stellarsightz]

What would you wish for, if you had one chance?

RAHHH it is finally done!! Here's an art collab i did with the lovely and super cool @abstractredd <3

had a lot of fun with this one. hope our fellow hadlof enjoyers like it too :3c

(once again, i am so sorry redd for going crazy on the background like that 😭 )

#YOU. yes you. go to redd's blog and look at their amazing art #they are the best <3 #man i cant believe i spent so much time on a silly airplanes meme #the things a rarepair does to a mf.....terrible #(jk i had a blast drawing this and i cant wait to finish the hadlof fic that me and redd are writing together) #my art #stellar.artz #art collab #skyrim art #skyrim #tesblr #hadvar of riverwood #ralof of riverwood #hadvar x ralof #hadvar/ralof #airplanes meme

[thana-topsy]

Any prompt of your choice for my most favourite TES ship: Ralof/Hadvar for that ask game ❤️

So I got no less than SIX Hadvar/Ralof prompt requests, you absolute animals! Which, again, is a good problem to have. I ended up trying to combine a few of the prompts ("A kiss where it hurts", "Running out of time", etc.) into this one-shot. Surprise surprise, it ended up being my longest one yet (nearly 2k words). So I'll be adding a teaser snippet and then linking the rest to AO3.

This one also gest spicy, so keep that in mind before clicking in.

Thanks to everyone who sent in the Hadvar/Ralof requests! I hope this scratches the itch appropriately.

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Hadvar x Ralof (1907 words)

Blue eyes flashed in the light of Hadvar’s torch like a nocturnal animal. He could only stare, momentarily paralyzed, his sword hanging limply at his side as the sounds of battle raged behind him in the darkened forest. 

Ralof was tugging futilely at the chain of a bear trap, the bend of his ankle wrong. He wore a defiant snarl on his face beneath the layers of mud and grime. Beneath that, there was fear. 

“Hadvar!” someone called from a ways off. 

“Clear!” he yelled, turning and tossing his torch far enough away to hide Ralof in the shadows of the forest. He took two calculated steps towards him. “Stay. I’ll be back.” He hurriedly raked leaves up and over Ralof’s legs to camouflage him. “Stay hidden.” 

“Hadvar,” Ralof wheezed. “Don’t–” 

“I’ll be back.” Hadvar repeated with finality, before turning and sprinting off towards his torch and returning to the battle. He cut a gash in a nearby tree and oriented himself as best he could before returning to his comrades, leaving Ralof in the deep and quiet darkness of the forest. 

It took him an hour before he was able to return. The woods smelled of petrichor and blood as he crept along the forest floor, his boots muffled by wet leaves. He found the gash in the tree and hazarded a whisper:

“Ralof?”    

Leaves shuffling in response. Hadvar moved in the direction of the noise, finding a pale-faced Ralof breathing heavily. 

“Help,” he gasped, his hands shaking and bleeding where he’d torn at the bear trap. “I can’t…”

Hadvar stuck his torch into the ground, kneeling to inspect the trap. It was rusted around the hinges, jammed but not immovable. 

“Bite down on something,” he said. Ralof faltered before taking the heavy wool of his cloak between his teeth and giving a nod. 

Hadvar wrenched the trap open and Ralof let out a long, low groan of pain, his raw fingertips digging into the soft earth. 

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Read the rest on AO3!

#topsy writes #hadvar/ralof #hadvar of riverwood #ralof of riverwood #skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #skyrim civil war #elder scrolls

[arimabari]

riverwood, riften, and solitude for the skyrim asks!!

Riverwood - Hadvar or Ralof? Why?

To actually answer your question: 9 times out of 10 it is usually Hadvar. I typically side with the Empire in my playthrough (with one exception) and Hadvar's got a lot of good boy energy. Plus he's just got some of the better lines compared to Ralof, ie the infamous "Dragonborn, huh? Was it your ma or your pa that was the dragon?"

Riften - What's your favorite guild? How do you feel about their questline?

Man, I don't...I don't really like the guilds in Skyrim. None of them are well constructed or well written enough to hold my attention. I guess if I had to give it to one it'd be the Dark Brotherhood, but even that feels like a pale imitation of its Oblivion predecessor.

Solitude - Who's your favorite Jarl? Who's your least favorite? Why these?

I've never thought about the Jarls too deeply but if I had to choose I think Elisif is my favorite with Idgrod Ravencrone close behind. I love young, naïve beauties being thrust into positions of power and watching them try to navigate that, and Ravencrone is old and eccentric enough to be charming.

Least favorite is probably Korir for the crime of being stupid.

#naturalbornlosers #ask meme #I won't lie I was hoping someone would ask for Riverwood if only cause it gives me an excuse to draw Tia and Hadvar together #she loves her simple soldier man

[theskyrimfanatic23]

Everyone shut up, they’re getting married

Also happy pride month :]

#skyrim fanart #hadvar #ralof #ralof of riverwood #hadvar x ralof #ralof x hadvar #hadlof #I’ve seen them tagged as this idk #happy pride 🌈 #i know this will flop :( #and i spent three days like #i will cry #its a niche ship #so i get it #i do this to myself

[kookaburra1701]

WIP Wednesday - The Wives of Shor I: Moth to Flame

tagged by @dirty-bosmer tyty❤️ tagging @nientedenada and @tallmatcha

Fandom: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: T (entire fic is E) Category: M/M Pairing: Kaidan/Lucien Flavius Genre(s): Romance (bodice-rippers my beloveds), bildungsroman Other main characters: Inigo the Brave, she/her Breton LDB

Summary: A scene from near the beginning of the fic, Kaidan and and Hadvar share a moment of soldier camaraderie the night before they delve into Bleak Falls Barrow. Lucien Flavius is by Joseph Russell, Kaidan is by Liv Templeton, and Inigo the Brave is by SmartBlueCat.

27 Last Seed, 4E 401 The cool night air was bracing; the usual sounds of daily life in Riverwood had given over to the quiet of the evening: the creaking of the water wheel, the rippling of water in the millrace, and a thousand crickets in the forest. High overhead the stars glimmered.

A creak of leather caught Kaidan's attention. Just at the edge of the lantern-light from the sconces at the door of the Sleeping Giant, Hadvar leaned against the roadside fence, looking up at the arches that carved out chunks of the night sky. He turned towards Kaidan as the inn's door clattered shut.

"Peaceful evening," Kaidan remarked, walking over to Hadvar.

"Aye," Hadvar replied, taking a sip from the tankard in his hand. "When I was a lad I thought it was too peaceful, and that living here I would never get my chance at glory and adventure." He laughed bitterly. "Now I'm going to choke on it. Did you want something from me?"

"You looked like you could use the company," said Kaidan, also leaning on the fence and looking up towards the barrow. "I also wanted to apologize." Hadvar looked up at him in surprise. "For not believing you about the attack on Helgen. About the-" even after hearing multiple eye-witness accounts the word felt strange and ridiculous on his lips "-dragon."

"Don't mention it." In the woods an elk's bugle echoed out of the trees. "If the tables were turned, I wouldn't have believed you, either. But you and Inigo helped me and for that you will always have my gratitude. Would have been a fine ending to my tale, perishing of thirst within sight of Whiterun's walls."

"That it would."

They fell into a companionable silence; the muffled sound of a Nord drinking song filtering through the sturdy timbers and into the night. Kaidan hoped it wasn't too bawdy a tune, but he also knew he'd been able to recite at least a dozen ribald limericks by the time he was Pascale's age and he had turned out fine. After a few more moments Kaidan spoke.

"I've been selling my sword long enough to know when a man is dreading the morning."

Hadvar sighed. "Is it that obvious?"

"Not too obvious. I, er, also overheard you talking to Lucien on the road," Kaidan admitted. "About the stories your gran told."

Hadvar groaned. "I've faced down bandits, rebels, anything else the Legion has pointed me at, and I haven't felt this nervous since the night before the first day of training." He suddenly turned to look at Kaidan. "If you're doubting my mettle, don't. My orders are to retrieve the Dragonstone, and get everyone back out safely. No matter how much some old ghost stories have me spooked I've never refused a mission and I don't intend to start now."

"Never doubted you for a second. I can tell you're a man who does what he intends to do." Kaidan turned to look back at the Sleeping Giant, its horn-pane windows glowing golden in the evening gloom. "I'm not too pleased about having tramp through a dusty old cave myself. Those places are always crawling with frostbite spiders."

Hadvar pulled a face. "And you just know that the mages will be wanting to stop to harvest venom and silk every time we kill one. Are you sure we can't leave them here?"

"I tried leaving them in Whiterun, you saw how well that worked!" Kaidan said, while Hadvar chuckled at his indignation. "Digging around in dangerous places is the entire reason Lucien came here, and trying to leave Pascale anywhere out of trouble...you might as well tell a cat to stay put." Hadvar laughed harder.

"I meant to ask you, how did you find yourself with such...an array of traveling companions?" asked Hadvar. "Not to put too fine a point on it, but you strike me as someone who is used to working alone. And...that girl does not look like your kin."

Kaidan could tell Hadvar was looking at him sideways, judging his reaction, and suppressed the annoyance at the question. It was only natural - Brynjar probably fielded it countless times as he dragged Kaidan around from one end of Tamriel to the other.

"She's not kin. She's from High Rock." Kaidan met Hadvar's veiled reproach without apology. "And if you must know, she saved my life."

Hadvar choked on the swig of ale he'd been taking from his tankard.

"Laugh all you want, it's true," Kaidan smiled himself now.

"And you had difficulty believing in a dragon."

#skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #tes v skyrim #kaidan 2 #kaidan skyrim #wip wednesday #fic wip #fic: the wives of shor #hadvar of riverwood #kb writes