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@kingstormcloak
indie, selective rp blog for ULFRIC STORMCLOAK of Bethesda’s ELDER SCROLLS V: SKYRIM. MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT.
HERE IS THE LINK TO MY INFORMATION !
truly no ships ever hit harder than i’m supposed to be afraid of you and maybe i am a little bit, but i’m also intrigued by you with the you should be afraid of me but i also don’t want you to be and idk why
i’m thinking about bringing ulfric’s youngest son, cedric back. may change his name, though. but i want to write him again ♥
𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.
↬ OF MERMAIDS, MASQUERADES AND MAGIC.
scenarios inspired by various settings, encounters & magic tucked between pages, fashioned by the author. tw for drowning mentions.
+ feel free to change pronouns / roles !
MERMAIDS.
‘ beyond the winds and past the shores, strange magic lurks about. ’
‘ will you go to the lagoon with me ? it’s unsafe to go alone. ’
‘ they say a siren’s call alone can drown a man before she swallows him. ’
‘ quick ! cover your ears. ’
‘ what did you imagine as you heard the song ? ’
‘ i can feel a voice like claws sinking beneath my skin. ’
‘ one can pray to the ocean, but the waters answer in strange tongues. ’
‘ careful, or we’ll hit the reef. ’
‘ the sea-folk are flighty as their fins, and illusive as shimmering scales. ’
‘ i should like to find myself a sailor fit for a feast. ’
‘ sometimes i wish there was more than the endless waves. ’
‘ do you see that ? there, beneath the surface ? ’
‘ that’s no fish, and no woman either. ’
‘ what lies off the edge of the map ? ’
‘ the sea has monsters, but beauties too. ’
‘ i’ve heard that merfolk make bargains, and trade in the ocean’s magic. ’
‘ i’ve never seen a pearl like this one. ’
‘ the ship will go down if we don’t turn about ! ’
‘ what is that, out there on the rocks ? ’
‘ won’t you listen to my song ? ’
‘ mermaids love shiny things. keep a careful eye on yours. ’
‘ if we hide in the kelp, we might see them as they pass. ’
‘ i’ve heard the tales. to catch you means to gain a granted wish. ’
‘ i’ve never seen your likeness, only heard the myths. ’
‘ come with me, beneath the sea and foam, and be mine. ’
‘ some of us live in the ocean, others in rivers and streams and even trees. ’
‘ falling in love with a human is an old tale. tell me a new one. ’
‘ so you gave up your fin for legs ? ’
‘ soon i will be nothing but seafoam. ’
‘ what is a heart, but an ocean of secrets ? ’
‘ you’d let yourself be undone and remade for someone you’ve never known. that is not love. ’
‘ let your dreams sink to the depths. they’ve done you no good. ’
MASQUERADES.
‘ i’ve never seen so many unfamiliar faces. ’
‘ he’s / she’s / they’ve been looking at me all evening. ’
‘ would you do me the honor of a dance ? ’
‘ neither of us need know the other tonight. i prefer the mystery. ’
‘ your choice of costume is rather extravagant. ’
‘ what fun would it be, if i took this off ? ’
‘ i’m certain we’ve met before. ’
‘ i’ve always longed for a night like this. it’s something out of a dream. ’
‘ won’t you come away with me ? there’s a balcony just outside. ’
‘ i’m inclined to think we’ve never met before, and perhaps will never meet again after tonight. ’
‘ you look like you know how to waltz. care to ? ’
‘ i must stand up with someone this evening, and i don’t see why it can’t be you. ’
‘ would you stop staring so intently ? what do you think to find ? ’
‘ i’ll stop bothering you if you agree to dance with me. ’
‘ please take it off. i want to see you. ’
‘ i’ve never been to a masque before. ’
‘ it seems our attire makes opposites of us. ’
‘ i’ve never seen a more hideous costume than that one. ’
‘ i can’t stay much longer. you see, i’m not supposed to be here at all. ’
‘ you’ll never know who i am. ’
‘ people like you always make a fool of me. ’
‘ oh. i thought you were someone else. ’
‘ i’ll give you three chances to guess who i am. ’
‘ the next time i offer you my hand, you’ll get more than a dance from me. ’
‘ i’ve wanted to dance beneath stars like these for as long as i can remember. ’
‘ what do you look like ? ’
‘ that look in your eyes tells me all i need to know. ’
‘ you won’t like what you’ll see. ’
‘ i recognize your voice. ’
‘ you’ll know the truth before the night is up. ’
‘ i’ve heard the darkest of dances are the best for falling in love to. ’
‘ you don’t know it now, but we’re friends already. ’
‘ can’t we pretend a little while longer ? ’
‘ it’s when the party is over that we learn to know each other most. ’
‘ happily ever after can’t come so easily as a single night dancing. ’
MAGIC.
‘ i’ve caught you. you have to undo the spell for me now. ’
‘ think carefully before asking for something well beyond the reach of mortal power. ’
‘ i think i know a spell for that. ’
‘ i can’t help you. but there are people in other worlds, in the moors and hills and trees, that might. ’
‘ you must gather the necessary ingredients for such a potion. ’
‘ true love is never the answer to the riddle. not when so much as life and death is at stake. ’
‘ i’ve found and made my way here by right. you can’t deny me the answers i seek. ’
‘ be warned: monsters hide between the trees and whisper in magic tongues. ’
‘ it always makes a fraction of sense to be careful what you wish for. ’
‘ i’ve been turned into an unsightly creature, and i need a way of turning back. ’
‘ not all magical stories happen in castles, or cottages in the wood. ’
‘ preposterous. magic and sorcery do not exist but in the minds of superstitious fools. ’
‘ get back from that cauldron ! it’s dangerous. ’
‘ i don’t mess with things like candles and the stars and the moon after dark. it never ends well. ’
‘ i am something ancient. my name has been forgotten by mortal mouths and is found only in their oldest texts. ’
‘ not all fairy helpers are kind, and not all villains are ugly, or even cruel. ’
‘ if you want my help, you must earn it. ’
‘ is this something i could learn ? ’
‘ i don’t want to be ordinary, and i don’t care what the risks are. ’
‘ you think to put a curse on me ? i will spend my life defying it. ’
‘ stay back, witch, and keep your spells from sneaking past your lips. ’
‘ you must chain a magician in more than metal or rope if you wish to stop them. ’
‘ that’s a parlor trick. show me real magic. ’
‘ only you can break the spell. it is something you are meant for. ’
‘ fate is nothing but an illusion placed in our heads, that we might follow the words of others and not our own intentions. ’
‘ whatever has brought me here, i cannot turn back now. ’
‘ soon the clock will strike, and nothing more might be done. ’
‘ magic requires taking in order to give. it will keep demanding parts of you. ’
what is this. idk but it was fun.
@cubcloak & donu <3
𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (𝐏𝐓. 𝟏)
basically, these prompts are random, short, and many of them are delightfully vague so you can deliver a response that could literally be any context, any verse, any setting! i hope y'all enjoy them, drink some water while you send them and reply to them!
" i think we need to talk. "
" try me. "
" you don't know me. "
" i need you. "
" i'm in. "
" what do you want? "
" please... believe me. "
" trust me. "
" thank you. "
" i'm sorry. "
" i got you. "
" why? "
" no. "
" do it. "
" don't do it. "
" say something... "
" what do you want to do? "
" you could stay. if you wanted. "
" what? "
" let me help you. "
" i promise. "
" it's okay. " / " it's not okay. "
" you're okay. " / " you're not okay. "
" i'm okay. " / " i'm not okay. "
" let me take a look. "
" you idiot. "
" you're an asshole. "
" i like you. "
" i hate you. "
" i'm in love with you. "
" i love you. "
" you're not a bad person. "
" don't listen to them. "
" they're idiots. "
" i want to help you. "
" get out. "
" get down! "
" come here. "
" you came back? "
" go away. "
" what are you doing here? "
" leave me alone! "
" marry me. "
" i / you / we have no choice. "
" are you hurt? "
twohnds ┇ VILKAS.
Ulfric made no attempt to hide the way his blood boiled, threatening to overtake his sense of reason. Vilkas could hardly blame him – he was spewing blood, the victim of a lost battle. His pride was likely hurt as well as his bleeding body, but that was hardly enough reason to trust him. In fact, the more they spoke the less Vilkas found he liked the man. His arrogance was suffocating at best. His contrasting eyes never broke the fiery gaze the other man held.
“ Calm yourself, old man. “ his words are sharp, assertive.He didn’t know who this man thought he was, but his hubris was astounding. He spat in the face of death, daring it to take a step closer. Vilkas wouldn’t harm a man who could not defend himself… but he was not keen on the idea of going toe-to-toe with another werebeast if he handed over the potion & gave him the strength to do so. However, the way he poked & prodded at the boy’s pride was enough the make aggravation rise quickly in his own chest.
Vilkas had not lied to the man before him, he was a hunter at heart. His blood called to him to lose himself in the hunt, whether it be by claw or arrow. He would dissappear for months at a time, delving into skyrim’s wilderness with a handful of supplies & the will to survive. It was plenty to keep his beastly nature in check, despite how difficult it was becoming to control it.
He feels his agitation grow as Ulfric spewed & spat his insults, throwing a fit like a child. As Ulfric’s eyes glinted with his true nature, VIlkas stepped back. it was proof of his suspicions, that the man before him could prove to be a threat. His injuries were enough to slow him down, it was true, but Hircine’s chosen did not fall easily…This was likely why the wounded, beastly man was able to rse to his feet despite the unhealthy amount of blood that had soaked into the dirt around them. Perhaps it was in his head but Ulfric spoke with a power that was almost consuming. He looked the part of a Nordic legend, wild & proud & full of unrelenting pride.
“ You may never answer to me again but you will answer me now.” His words were nearly a snarl, snapping back at the pointed words of the other. Vilkas was not going to take this from the stranger. He didn’t know what had lead him here & he didn’t care — he was willing to help, given information that would ensure VIlkas’ safety & the man would rather die than answer his questions. Perhaps he would have been more content to Ulfric the potion.
But he felt like he was missing some piece of the puzzle – one he could nearly put his finger on… “ I won’t let you die out here, but I need to know you won’t turn on me. “
Despite everything resonating about the pair in this moment; the blood staining the ground, trickling upon disrupted rock and slushed snow… Ulfric chuckled. Even as his weakened knees bent, succumbing to his weight, strength failing his aging joints… the Jarl began chuckling. Quivering shoulders revealed his back as he knelt once more, blood oozing down his side, tainting his cloak composed of storms. Droplets of his lifeforce trickled to the snow, mixing with the assortments of bodily fluids below. Whitened knuckles gripped at his own skin, taut in his waging pain.
❝ Turn on you, boy? How humorous. Yes, because I would find reason behind attacking the one soul willing to aid me. ❞ A waging storm of coughs rose from his retching back, limbs quaking with pain at the abrupt cease of his body, ❝ My heritage was not a choice for me. I have long since outgrown the primal urges that barter with a normal life. I am, as you uttered with such disrespect, old. I’m not the idiotic fool to bite the hand that aids me. Regardless, I’m also not foolish enough to immediately feed you information, prominent to my cause, only to have you flag down the first guard we come across. ❞ The rasp of the Jarl’s voice ebbed, and with that, the beast of a man’s crown fell between bunched shoulder blades. Vast breaths racked his lungs, heaving his sides as his body quivered from the pain.
❝ I have my children to think of. People to liberate from an oppressive government. I have little desire in committing murder, or taking the life of another without remorse. The only way any harm comes to you, is if you give me reason to shout you from the ground of which you stand. ❞ Lips pulling to reveal his pearly white teeth, stained with blood, Ulfric found himself lowering to seat himself back down. The pain became far too much- the man snarled with that realization, shoulder thudding against the crates as he resumed his first position. Hands gripping his knees, the Jarl glared heavily up at Vilkas, breathing the crisp air deeply.
❝ Although, I am sure the information of your own blood is enough leverage for you to remain secretive. As a fellow Nord, as a fellow beast of Hircine, I’ll allow myself to trust you, for the sake of returning to my boys. Cross me, and I will ensure your death swiftly. Do you understand, boy? ❞ Ulfric barked, sounding more like a father than the grumpy, exhausted Nord he was. The expansive speech conducted was enough for Ulfric to become increasingly more exhausted, the blood fresh upon his wounds. Emerald gems gleaming with his promise of threat, the Jarl sneered up to the other with his promise of great harm. With an exasperated sigh, Ulfric finally uttered the words he hoped Vilkas searched for,
❝ I am Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl of Windhelm and leader of the Rebellion; that is all you need to know. ❞ The Jarl proclaimed, blood loosely curdling at his lip, the source of the bleeding unknown to him, ❝ If you aid me further, you can be assured your own safety and secrets are stowed away. I will reward you with any sum of septims you wish. ❞ Perhaps Ulfric was desperate for the pain to end, perhaps he saw Vilkas as his only hope, or perhaps he merely wished that the younger Nord would carry the information received to his grave. If Ulfric’s own found out secrets remained with Vilkas, Ulfric would not dishonor his word by telling a soul.
❝ I may have been many things in my life, but a liar is not among the list. ❞
writing ulfric again is like... all of my rage and pain is being expelled at once, and im here for it
twohnds ┇ VILKAS.
The scent that wafted from the other was nearly familiar. The blood that seeped from the stranger’s wounds was enough to give him away.. It smelled of something wild, untamable, beastly. Vilkas had no doubt the other was touched by Hircine, but he was nothing like his own shield-siblings. No, this man was something different entirely.
“ I’m no fool – of course I have one. “ Vilkas furrowed his brow. Traveling alone in Skyrim could end in a number of terrible fates, one of which the man before him was experiencing. He couldn’t help but pick through the all the reasons to help this man. Ultimately he knew he would have to — it was the right thing to do. A stormcloak soldier would hardly be welcome in any of the surrounding towns, especially if they were to somehow find out about his more beastly nature.
He dropped his fur backpack, ignoring the sound of the supplies mad when it hit the dirt. He knelt down, taking his eyes off of the man for only a second as he dug around in the unorganized bag for a healing potion. He fished out a small one — he had one or two somewhere else in the bag, but this one would have to do. He cocks a brow at the other as he looked to the other, “ I wouldn’t be much of a hunter if I didn’t. “
He was reluctant to give it to the other – there were many kinds of beats across Tamriel. VIlkas couldn’t quite place the scent that seemed to seep from the other , but he had certainly encountered it before… perhaps on a hunt? It would be no surprise. Still, he could not let his own apprehension kill this man.
“ You can have it if you answer me this — what business do you have out here? “ Perhaps things were not what they seemed. It was hard telling when dealing with a fellow beast, “ You’re an awfully long way from Stormcloak land. “
A rough, displeased scoff moved to unsettle the grime caught in the Jarl’s throat. The cross answer received immediately shifted the Nord’s temper. Insinuating that he himself were the fool, the cross male’s lip curled ever more. Ignorance was, perhaps, bliss to this man- and Ulfric alike. However, as the other shifted to pillage through his own knapsack, his ears twitched slightly upon the sides of his broad crown, emerald gems striking toward the other once the wind shifted his way. Fire ignited through his veins, eye twitching as the man caught the scent of Vilkas. No doubt within him remained settled, stirring and boiling within, anxieties of being found out increasing tenfold.
There was nothing the Stormcloak king could do. This man, whomever he may be, was not an idiot. Even as he rummaged through that damned sack, the Jarl felt his blood beginning to boil. If not for his own sanctioned secrets of his own beast blood, Ulfric would have shifted by now. Another passive jab in his direction, it seemed; was this fool dense? Did he wear the attire of a mere hunter? As Ulfric rolled his bunched, strained shoulder muscles back, his crown snapped against the barrel to stare directly up at Vilkas as he now wielded the potion. Exposed was Ulfric’s features, sharp and callous, unbridled fury simmering beneath his skin.
The hesitation Vilkas revealed to him proved his rising suspicion as the demands reigned in. Deepening upon his mouth revealed Ulfric’s rising anger, something he had little control over these days. Ulfric had thought, once upon a time, that with his wisdom and age the anger would suppress to a dull, controllable whim. No such luck. A near snarl sounded from deep within his throat, his massive body shifting to straighten his back. He was not completely incapacitated, but the shifting did evoke some intense, fiery pain that exploded down his spine. The snarl was, undoubtedly, beastlike- but not enough for him not to sound like a man.
❝ I don’t answer to you. ❞ Ulfric’s emerald eyes gleamed damn near neon, an unwavering sign that his beast blood was rising, anger and his own self defenses overtaking him. The sun was setting, the moon was chanting, the tides pulling within Ulfric’s bones. ❝ What stature does a wolf boy carry that he can start interrogating me like a Thalmor bitch? I thought Nords retained far more honor than that. ❞ Tongue releasing his harbored frustration, crippling shock from the slaughter of several of his men, and forced to attempt to lay trust in a stranger undeserving, Ulfric found himself visibly grimacing from the pain immediately after his spew. Muscles contracting, the proud Nord found himself shifting to plant his knee into the blood clad soil. Palm slamming into the ground with all his might, the Jarl sneered dastardly toward Vilkas, golden hair framing his shadowed features,
❝ Damn it all. I don’t require your help to return to Windhelm. ❞ Behind his words, the ground shook a tad- perhaps even unnoticeable to the unobservant, his Thu’um was threatening behind his words. Careless location dropping was relinquished, and shakily, Ulfric supported the entirety of his fragile weight against the stacked crates to will himself to stand. At a solid, pillared height of six feet and five inches, Ulfric was the prime specimen of a Nord. Even with his aged features, the shifter was determined and stubborn in his old age. Even as he appeared threatening, the Nord was obviously wishing to return home without any further battles. However, it was all up to Vilkas in these very moments…
Gods preserve his ability to handle Ulfric’s tongue.
@twohnds answered my ask here.
Undeniable was the shrill ring within the canals of his ears, slouched against an overturned barrel. The armor he bore was of poor quality, his own attire of sooty furs, for the ambush constructed was just that. Unexpected, and misinformed. Loyalties were whispers upon tainted tongues, spewing vile lies to coax the oppressed man from the safety of his Palace. Heaved breaths expelled from his lungs, rasped from his aging bones. The approach of the outsider had been enough to draw Ulfric’s attention, emerald hues cutting slices into the shadowed form after the words fell from his lips.
Weariness wafted from them both, matching another’s aura and mixing into a concoction of distrust. This man did not outright call him by his name, nor did he regard Ulfric in disgust. With the gentle pull of his upper lip, Ulfric began to speak, however, began to merely cough instead. Rattling in his throat was a ball of blood and mucus, which he spat to the opposite side of them both.
❝ I don’t think setting foot in an Imperial governed city would be my best choice, hunter. Do you have a potion on you? ❞ Deep vibrations of baritone grated against his throat, eyes catching the other’s before all energy was exhausted. Unable to raise his head for more than a few seconds, the Jarl’s head pounded.
The pain was exploding from his back, shooting down his spine. If he had to make it back to Windhelm by his lonesome, on his own two feet, he would. A short glance proved useless, as the men that had accompanied him lay upon the ground, mouths agape in death. The death stricken, stilled features caused his eyes to shut in his own inner turmoil. How many men had to die?
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ive never been so happy to see someone appear in my ask box / activity feed. IT;S FUCKINGF XAN MAN <3 🥺
I want to say that I apologize for leaving all those years ago.
I’m really coming to realize that I honestly hate myself for it. I love Ulfric and everyone I wrote with dearly. I see a lot of my old friends, my close friends, people I held close and cherished just.. gone. I’ll probably never talk to them again and I’m legit choking up right now. I miss the plots, the intense threads, the emotional turmoil we were building.
I threw that away, and I probably won’t forgive myself for it.
I do want to write here again. I really do. If anyone is still around, I’ll be waiting for you. <3
mal / bearcloak
im shamefully here. after years. but look at him tho
does this mean im forgiven lol
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i love how i just lurk & i don’t actually do anything lol,,
IT IS THE RUMBLING OF THE GREYBEARDS THAT WAKES HIM. THOUGH THE EMPIRE HAS CRUMBLED, THERE ARE RUMORS THAT A CHOSEN ONE WILL COME TO RESTORE IT. THIS NEW EMPEROR WILL DEFEAT THE ELVES & RULE A UNITED TAMRIEL. // A LUNA PRODUCTION.