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Reblog for Argonian

Others: Altmer, Bosmer, Breton, Dunmer, Imperial, Khajiit, Nord, Orsimer, Redguard

Geezer Artie as I played him in the beta, and the even more wrinkly and decrepit version I’ll probably playing in the game proper. (Scales look more like Skyrim argonian scales anyway.)

Too excited about height control and getting to make him short without a mod. X3 Little old lizard man. <3

(Blind left eye because of that bug in Skyrim that always made his left eyeball turn inwards ninety degrees and I would have to save/reload to reset it every time. Too many years of that bullshit took its toll? X3)


Artemus Grey-Scales wip

(Computer is crashing and hand is cramping so this is far as I get on this doodle tonight).
Elderly. crusty Artemus I made in the ESO beta, because I apparently like making myself sad.
Also because I am clearly incapable of letting characters go between series installments even if they happen a long time before or a long time after (my GW1 main I had imagined as a literal reincarnation when I remade her as a Norn in GW2.)
We could dwell on my obsessive codependency with game characters, or you could sit down and let me tell you all my sad headcanons. :333
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Seems as though, when you spend your life doing errands for and paying lip service to Sithis and Nocturnal and all those other Daedric jerks, promising your eternal service in exchange for cool toys when you know you&#8217;ve already got a spot reserved in Sovngarde when you die, they might be a little put out. 
They might just decide you&#8217;re never going to die. 
So you age and you watch your family grow and leave, you watch your true love age and wither right along with you until the day he leaves for Sovngarde himself (you always knew he was the real hero anyway, what did you ever do but yell at dragons and topple empires, while he fought ever harder, always by your side, and always putting up with your casual daedric shenanigans.)
And you continue to wither as your heart continues to beat, imagining him at the great feasting table in Sovngarde, an empty seat at his side.
And you watch the world forget, history erase you.
The Dragonborn was a Nord wasn&#8217;t he? // You&#8217;re sure he wasn&#8217;t a Breton? No he had to be a Nord, he fought for Ulfric&#8217;s cause, right? // My gran once told me he was an Argonian. // Hah! That daft old biddy, could you imagine, a Dragonborn who looks like a dragon! No, he was surely a true Nord. The Dragonborn was a Nord!
They have it a quarter right, you think. Argonian by flesh, a dragon&#8217;s soul, brains of an elf, but a Nord at heart. 
He&#8217;s still there. When you finally tire of watching the world hurry past you, and you don the tattered grey robes and climb the seven thousand steps, he&#8217;s still there&#8230; The Blades never did get the best of old Paarthurnax. Perhaps he&#8217;ll appreciate the conversation.
You find peace, albeit a lonely sort of peace. Sometimes you make the journey back down the mountain for supplies (it&#8217;s been ages since poor old Klimmek came up with his tribute.) You call yourself Grey-Scales. No one knows you, but here and there you catch a fisherman or a tavern keep humming one song or another about you. You hide a smile under your hood. You have found peace.
Was this all the daedra wanted from you? An eternity of lonely humility?  You do not dwell on it, but watch the Fourth Era slip by on the quiet mountaintop with a dragon&#8217;s-eye view of the world below. Are they satisfied? Erasing your glory and companionship? You do not dwell.
Until the day comes, the day you wake up in Oblivion, the day you come to the one place you had, in your arrogance, always thought to have avoided. Outwitted.
Molag Bal is not satisfied. Of course he isn&#8217;t.
You never did like him, he seemed the most unreasonable of the lot. Even Sheogorath has his good days. 
Erasing your eternity is not enough. Erasing you from the future is not enough. You are to be erased before you existed.
You are in Oblivion, and it is the Second Era.

Artemus Grey-Scales wip

(Computer is crashing and hand is cramping so this is far as I get on this doodle tonight).

Elderly. crusty Artemus I made in the ESO beta, because I apparently like making myself sad.

Also because I am clearly incapable of letting characters go between series installments even if they happen a long time before or a long time after (my GW1 main I had imagined as a literal reincarnation when I remade her as a Norn in GW2.)

We could dwell on my obsessive codependency with game characters, or you could sit down and let me tell you all my sad headcanons. :333

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Turdas, 28th of Sun&#8217;s Dusk, 4E 202

I stand triumphant and glorious, having finally found myself in possession of the shinest tiara in all of Skyrim
Still not king.

Turdas, 28th of Sun’s Dusk, 4E 202

I stand triumphant and glorious, having finally found myself in possession of the shinest tiara in all of Skyrim

Still not king.

Feathered Argonian thing colored. Think I&#8217;m done messing with this for awhile. :3

Feathered Argonian thing colored. Think I’m done messing with this for awhile. :3

Days Go By and still I think of Argonians with fluffy dinobird feathers so they&#8217;re not so chilly in Skyrim&#8217;s climate. :|
Not sure if jealous of Khajit or just want Artie to look like Monster Howl. 

Days Go By and still I think of Argonians with fluffy dinobird feathers so they’re not so chilly in Skyrim’s climate. :|

Not sure if jealous of Khajit or just want Artie to look like Monster Howl. 

PAPA&#8217;S KIND OF BUSY RIGHT NOW HONEY

PAPA’S KIND OF BUSY RIGHT NOW HONEY

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Soul Hunting

Missin’ my boyz :(

Reblogging 4am self to remind future self that morning shifts mean 4am is no longer bedtime. D: Send help bring energy drinks.

privateai:

Soul Hunting

Missin’ my boyz :(

Reblogging 4am self to remind future self that morning shifts mean 4am is no longer bedtime. D: Send help bring energy drinks.


Soul Hunting

Missin&#8217; my boyz :(

Soul Hunting

Missin’ my boyz :(

[E] TALK ONMUND

Tripping balls over CS6’s EVERYTHING IS VAN GOGH NOW button

Up all night trippin’ all over my screenshot folder whispering

fuck you Adobe what the actual fuck