GREAT BEAR

ind. sel. priv. hoag from tes:skyrim

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♛. wishlist.

[bearhelm-a]

bearhelm:

political marriages tbh. a marriage committed out of either convenience or out of necessity (perhaps hoag’s hold desperately requires funds, and in return for trade or commerce, he offers military protection??) perhaps the two are complete strangers who later grow into strong partners. perhaps they hate each other. perhaps they have/want nothing to do with one another outside of posing for politics. perhaps they learn to find a middle ground and become friends i dk man im just weak for this plot potential 

werebear au. thank you @bearcloak for tempting me with this mountain man who can possibly turn to an even more enormous being. with claws. and fangs of his own. or werewolves. i love b o t h

hoag, though being this massive and frightening sight, having a huge soft spot for children. despite being rather spooky to look at and often fierce in silence, he’s sat one day among a circle of children all cozy like. some are braiding his hair putting flowers and ribbons in his bear/braids and he’s just regaling them with heroic tales

tests of his honor. dealing with demons or daedra or necromancers or someone less than “good” in vain hopes to resurrect/heal his dead/dying wife. 

more rps ft. hoag fighting because b o i wouldnt that be a terrifying image. 

hoag being a prisoner of war or a prison to a sorcerer/mage/witch/etc. he will brutishly force his way out a single-cell prison, but when thoroughly outnumbered or caught by spellcasting.....oooo boi.

another noble/prince/princess whatevs trying their damnedest to “educate” hoag on the way of formal,social etiquette. bonus points if it’s a VERY different culture. 

[rpmemetic]

✯ A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE SENTENCES / PART EIGHT

↪ A list of SENTENCES from George R. R. Martin’s novel A Clash of Kings, to be used and changed however you see fit. possible trigger WARNINGS for violent and sexual content, profanity, and alcohol.

↪ All parts can be found here.

❝ no man will take them from me while i live. ❞ ❝ are we lost? does this waste have no end to it? ❞ ❝ perhaps we are doomed if we press on… but i know for a certainty that we are doomed if we turn back. ❞ ❝ pray excuse me, my queen. i find i am very tired. ❞ ❝ what a dismal place to live. ❞ ❝ there’s nothing here. ❞ ❝ what do you think happened to them all? ❞ ❝ i won’t mourn, whatever’s become of them. raiders and murderers, the lot of them. ❞ ❝ i’m not as frightened as i was, truly. ❞ ❝ i may be craven, but i’m not stupid. i’m sore and my back aches from riding and from sleeping on the ground, but i’m hardly scared at all. ❞ ❝ we’ll make a ranger of you yet. ❞ ❝ where’d you get a good sword like that? ❞ ❝ something’s wrong, someone’s coming, get up! ❞ ❝ young boys and old men die the same. ❞ ❝ treason is vile enough, but this is barefaced naked villainy. ❞ ❝ the song is sung, the wine is spilled, the wench is pregnant. and this is not as dire as it seems, in truth. ❞ ❝ i will not suffer to be called a whore! ❞ ❝ when you tear out a man’s tongue, you are not proving him a liar, you’re only telling the world that you fear what he might say. ❞ ❝ ____, you are a wicked creature. ❞ ❝ we all have our gifts, my lord. ❞ ❝ why, no prince is ever late. those who arrive before him have come early, that’s all. ❞ ❝ i do not sleep as i did when i was younger. i would sooner be up, though the world be dark, than lie restless abed, fretting on tasks undone. ❞ ❝ in these sad times, when so many hunger, i think it only fitting to keep my table spare. ❞ ❝ if there is food i eat it, in case there is none on the morrow. ❞ ❝ it is most considerate of you to… spare her this… burden. ❞ ❝ i feared you would not come, child. ❞ ❝ i swear it on my honor as a knight. ❞ ❝ why would they send me a drunken old fool? ❞ ❝ you will need to be brave and strong… and patient, patient above all. ❞ ❝ a hound will die for you, but never lie to you. and he’ll look you straight in the face. ❞ ❝ a dog can smell a lie, you know. ❞ ❝ look around you, and take a good whiff. they’re all liars here… and every one better than you. ❞ ❝ do you think i’m as stupid as they are? ❞ ❝ many and wondrous are the things we might show you. ❞ ❝ i much prefer angry and stupid to composed and cunning. ❞ ❝ what would you have offered him, that hole between your legs? ❞ ❝ i promise you, that was the last time you will ever strike me. ❞ ❝ don’t touch me. don’t look at me, not… not like this… not you. ❞ ❝ i did not mean to frighten you. i promise you, nothing will happen to ____. ❞ ❝ liar. i’m not a child, to be soothed with empty promises. ❞ ❝ i should have been born a man. i would have no need of any of you then. ❞ ❝ may your winters be short and your summers bountiful. ❞ ❝ this is not the day i die. ❞ ❝ no one has ever died of restlessness, but rashness is another matter. we’ve planted seeds, let them grow. ❞ ❝ we’ve tossed some seeds in the wind, that’s all. ❞ ❝ i waited for you, oh, so many times. now you must wait for me. ❞ ❝ i feel the need of some air. will you walk with me? ❞ ❝ here, i wish to show you something. ❞

[bearhelm-a]

daddy’s back 

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VISITOR.

                     Some would say she almost looked lost, the very FOUNDATION OF HER REALITY swept from under her feet. For so long, she had found herself within the grasp of a Daedra who longed for nothing else but her obedience. Now, with his instrument of control lost to her, she began to see clearly. Her sense of taste and smell was more prominent and diverse, instead of tasting nothing but ASH AND ROT. It would bring joy to any person, but deep within her there was a sense that she didn’t deserve to be happy. What she had done, what she was told to do, stained her hands no matter how hard she washed them. So she lashed out, keeping everyone at a distance, hissing and spitting with every chance she had.                       Thus, the greeting she received as met with a scowl, brows furrowed as jaw clenched with a desire to fight. Head craned back as she looked up to the intimidating figure, her sense of fear lost to her long ago, ❝ What is it YOU want? ❞ The question was hurled at him with a sense of malice, ❝ My business is my own and tend to keep it that way. ❞ She could foresee a question of her business asked, and so answered it before he could do so.

                         ❝Your business is loud.❞

         His words fall heavy like stones, the notes not somber but firm in their meaning. Eyes narrow in scrutiny. Curiosity, though barbed with wariness, sparks nonetheless. He is no fool to the look of a fighter. Her fire, her snarl, her posture resound with tales of their own. Hoag was not a man to alone rely on his blade; his wife, bless her soul as she walked the path of heroes, had spent many years nagging him to act past his desire to behead the insolent. He did not revel in violence. Bloodshed was a necessity. It was strength, measured in the swing of man’s steel, that put worth to man and mer, after all. 

❝I speak on behalf of Windhelm and her people when I ask what brought your visit upon us today.❞

        Despite the alleged question of his words, his tone reflects not an inquiry, but a command. 

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LITTLE CHARACTER THINGS.

just a fun little character game. fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. repost & tag away !

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

001. contentment. 002. passion. 003. bravery. 004. loyalty. 005. raw power/strength.

GREETINGS:

001. a stern eye 002. an extended hand.  003. a gentle nod.  004. a wary smile. 005. a warm embrace.

COLORS:

001. deep red. 002. royal blue 003. earthy brown. 004. spring green. 005. mottled black. 

SCENTS:

001. soil. dirt. 002. leather. 003. perspiration. 004. pine. cedar. woodsy.  005. metal.

CLOTHING:

001. bear pelts/furs. 002. heavy leather. 003. hardy steel. 004. rough-spun tunics. 005. well-worn cotton.

OBJECTS:

001. greatsword. 002. bear-head cloak.  003. stormcloak crest. 004. amulet of talos. 005. an old gold ring.

VICES / BAD HABITS:

001. too honest/blunt. 002. warrior’s spirit; not a very good diplomat. 003. poor speaker. 004. holds high standards for both himself and family. 005. defender. white-knight. hero complex.

BODY LANGUAGE:

001. stoic features. 002. narrowed eyes. 003. slight smile. 004. arms-open. 005. head-tilt.

AESTHETICS:

001. merry fire. 002. warm mead. 003. polished steel/iron. 004. rich furs. 005. mountain flowers.

SONGS: sorry for just instrumentals

001. Who will save us now? | by David Chappell 002. Rúnatal Óðins Rune Song | by An Danzza 003. Fehu | by Wardruna 004. Song of the North | by BrunuhVille 005.  Eternal Shadow Falls | by Edward Bradshaw  (battle music ayy)

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tagging: anyone and everyone. i’m not sure who all has/has not done this sicknasty cool meme tbh  

[kingstormcloak]

    aesthetics // jarl ulfric stormcloak.

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MUSE AESTHETIC — ROMANCE/SEX EDITION

BOLD ANY THAT APPLY TO YOUR MUSE/THEIR HABITS ITALICIZE ANY OF YOUR MUSE’S TURN-ONS/LIKES STRIKE ANY OF YOUR MUSE’S TURN-OFFS/DISLIKES Feel free to add to the list! REPOST, don’t reblog

heterosexual. homosexual. bisexual. pansexual. demisexual. asexual. monogamous. polyamorous. long term relationships.casual relationships. aromantic. rough partner. loud partner. growling/screaming partner. crying. sobbing. gentle. tender. whispers. moaning. touching others.touching self. being touched. lingering caresses.kisses. french kisses. licking. nibbling. biting.scratching. hair pulling. dominance. submission. power play. struggles. wrestling. hugs. cuddling. shower/bath sex. up against a wall. being held down. breasts. butts. legs.thighs. feet. hands. ears. eyes. hips. love bites. innuendo.choking. breath play. bondage. leather. silk. velvet. lace.orgasm denial. being watched. watching others. half-clothed. bare skin. teasing. indoors. outdoors. public. private. lingerie. stockings. corsets.

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                ❝ Welcome, visitor. ❞  

      The statement is neither soft nor dripping in falsehood. His greeting his genuine, despite the stern voice. Thick pelts are tapered to his broad form. The cold stands fast, wintry chills creeping down unsuspecting spines and demanding shivers with its icy brush. He walked these stones as a reminder, reminder that no throne or blood or crown separated him from the very people settled in his hold. In idle talk, he’d heard of her arrival. Newcomers often spurned tension. There was nothing strange about that; her manner of snappiness, her presence, her shadows, the people claimed, were somehow unnerving. On another day, when advisers were clamoring for his attention, he might have refused their rightful request to investigate the stranger. 

      Yet, the sky stood as a gentle canvas of pink and marigold, dawning morning slowly stepping into the coming afternoon. Though his posture his proud, calloused hands are folded before him, no thought to linger over his sword ever blooming in his mind. 

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            ❝ Lady Elisif. ❞         The voice is bold, growling undertones parting the blurring noise of the surrounding street. Amidst even his people, Hoag still stood apart. Shoulders are bundled to the brim with hefty furs, a cloak skinned from a fierce bear bristled behind his broad form. He’d arrived early to the location; apprehension clawed in the pits of his gut with merciless anticipation, the edge forbidding any delay of his own. There was intrigue in the engagement. The new was both daunting and inviting. Hoag was no stranger to the fear that pricked at his thoughts, yet the worry that nestled deep in silent musings was far from the norm. A threat, be it bandit or hagraven or grizzly, could be gutted, its remains left as a grisly reminder to the rest. 

       A marriage, vied for and by the people, was an entirely different affair.

      There were other concerns. Some petty. Her fairness, the sensousness of a smile, the curve of fragile femininity glanced so rarely in other women in waiting: these were small but nagging worries. The rest, the wonder of a fair mind, a good heart, a loyal soul, an honorable intent: these were what the people needed, and such traits were not easily dismissed by a sharp eye. These are what rattled his core.  

      He’d no thought against her title. Lady Elisif carried a grace unknown to these parts, but tempting in its odd allure. Senseless was her gown, encrusted with dainty gems and gilded with golden thread. Pretty, he’d thought. Yet, the state of her dress brought a touch of concern, for what was a woman who put more coin in her garb than in her own? Yet, this was why they gathered here today. To discuss the arrangement, to solidify bonds that would benefit not just he, but all those that stood by him and her. He paid no mind to the men who stood in arms with her. Had there been any notion of threat, he would’ve drawn his blade faster than any of these bristling milkdrinkers and their brittle steel. Instead, he offers a hand up to her, stepping forward to assist the maiden off her mare, as any man would. 

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I AM A DAUGHTER OF SKYRIM,                  AND WISH TO SEE HER MADE WHOLE AGAIN.

                                 independent LEGATE RIKKE of Skyrim, written by Lexie

[kingstormcloak]

        ♛  FATE WHISPERS ,  ‘ you cannot ᴡɪᴛʜsᴛᴀɴᴅ the storm  ‘                                                                      ——-  the WARRIOR replies ,  ‘    𝓘 𝙰𝙼 the storm. ‘   ♛  

[bearhelm-a]

♛. wishlist.

political marriages tbh. a marriage committed out of either convenience or out of necessity (perhaps hoag’s hold desperately requires funds, and in return for trade or commerce, he offers military protection??) perhaps the two are complete strangers who later grow into strong partners. perhaps they hate each other. perhaps they have/want nothing to do with one another outside of posing for politics. perhaps they learn to find a middle ground and become friends i dk man im just weak for this plot potential 

werebear au. thank you @bearcloak for tempting me with this mountain man who can possibly turn to an even more enormous being. with claws. and fangs of his own. 

hoag, though being this massive and frightening sight, having a huge soft spot for children. despite being rather spooky to look at and often fierce in silence, he’s sat one day among a circle of children all cozy like. some are braiding his hair putting flowers and ribbons in his bear/braids and he’s just regaling them with heroic tales

tests of his honor. dealing with demons or daedra or necromancers or someone less than “good” in vain hopes to resurrect/heal his dead/dying wife. 

more rps ft. hoag fighting because b o i wouldnt that be a terrifying image. 

[belogod]

&&. @bearhelm liked.

       ❛ it’s not EVIL. i know evil. evil is knowing better but choosing to do worse. ❜          believe him, he knew. 

[bearhelm-a]

❝ Evil dwells in all of us. You alone do not know it. Many do. This evil, this idiocy, done to us will NOT be ignored. Foolish or no, a mishap that ends with murder will not go unpunished. ❞

[kiilloneofthree]

@bearhelm | starter.

    ❝— My oh my papa bear.❞ She said with a purr. ❝Please tell me you have not lost your way….that would be a wonderful story to tell.❞  Astrid stood  there looking at the older male and only gave him a sly smile.

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❝ I am Hoag, Jarl of Windhelm. ❞

      Roads crooked and twisted in ways left unfairly unmarked. It’d been a folly to lose his guide along the way, not that the little milkdrinker would have been able to handle the claws these wilds bore. His knowledge of these parts would’ve been helpful, though. The coyness of her tone is not lost to him still, and to it he replies simply. 

                                  ❝ Begone. I am not lost. I am searching. ❞

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YOUNG CUB.

        once shadowy eyes collided with evergreens, the young nord nearly lost his composure. usually fearless in any situation, the presence of his father’s WRATH caused his knees to nearly give from under him. with a hard swallow, the young cub forced his feet to fall where they must- leading him before the great bear. it was then when his formerly downcast hues lifted, meeting a sternness he still hadn’t come used to. looks of anticipation bore into the boy; ulfric felt the lump in his throat begin to grow larger. galmar was staring, a brow raised, faintly sure that his young prince hadn’t taken proper care of his injury as instructed. bullheaded boy.

           ulfric cleared his throat, a telltale sign of anxiety, ❝ something’s… happened, papa. ❞ the boy began, brows lifting as if to appear more innocent, perhaps to possibly gain some lenience with the entire situation, ❝ brynjolf and i had a.. disagreement. he began to wander off, so i followed him, and he.. he’s vanished. ❞ eyes lingered, feeling the shift of atmosphere drastically; emerald eyes averted, veering to the left, avoiding eye contact in fear of witnessing hoag’s wrath.

    ❝ A boy does not simply vanish, young cub. Not without trail. Why do you dawdle here, when out in snow your brother runs amok? ❞

    Prickling concern furrows grizzled features. If the matter was as simple as children squabbling, it would be resolved. Brynjolf was a clever thing; wily, quick, and small, he was no cub, but rather, a rat come his elusive tricks. Yet, it was his own son, groomed with the love of a mother passed and fueled with the fire of his father, that would best the misborn. A mighty bear should be able to catch a single, mere rodent.

    Yet, snakes slithered through nobility disguised as smiling faces even in their humble home. Venomous gossip told of poison running through his claimed child, that a boy with the impurity of a woman unknown could not embrace the just and deny the sin ingrained in his bones. 

                        It took a look to quell their talk.

    Regardless, his youngest was renowned for his lesser talents. A silvertongue and quick hand inspired many missing items. Beaten thrice a week over affairs like it, the scrap of a boy never quite learned his lesson, and thus, it was Ulfric’s sole duty to ensure Brynjolf didn’t commit such mischief on his own. 

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Lady Elisif.

        ❛    my apologies for the trouble.  but thank you for your service.  ❜      her eyes fall down to glance at the object given,  silver eyes that pry at the weapon.  blade that is coated with the life of another,  yet beautiful engravings marked into wooden handle.  a story,  told through carvings of grain.  delicate hands take weapon,  until soft fingers rest around wood.         ;         there is a moment as she stares into blade,  as if she can see her own reflection in it.  the very idea that a life was taken with the very thing in her hand brings a sort of unease to her stomach and she only looks to it for a minute more,  before returning object back to the man before her.

        ❛   seeing as you helped make my hold safer,  i would be more than happy to reward you for your trouble.   ❜

                  ❝ No. ❞

     Despite the blunt refusal, a firm hand is gentle in the passing motion. The dagger is secured in his belt once more, a silent note to clean the blade before the wear of cold blood set into steel made fast. A life for a life. The men who prey upon the weak, those who sought only good, were not men deserving of the gifts life brought. A warrior in heart, Hoag’s blade had founds its way through many now fallen foes. To save many, sometimes there was a sad few that had to be slain. The path of valor was one not one tread lightly. His voice, akin to the solemn beast’s growl, sounds low. 

                  ❝ Their safety and your happiness are just rewards, Lady Elisif. ❞