#argis

[mareenavee]

For the kiss prompt: Argis the Bulwark/Ondolemar 8. "...in secrecy."

Hi Topsy :> Here's these two adorable idiots for you. I really appreciate this prompt! It's been a joy to write!! (Exceedingly aro of me, but I did also use this as an excuse to get some worldbuilding for the main fic done lol. Thanks for inadvertently helping me make a major character decision for Ondolemar.) Now without further ado:

A Heavy Truth

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

(Follows Chapter 13 of The World on Our Shoulders & Contains Spoilers For That Story!)

Sixteen days.  

It had been sixteen days since Ondolemar had sent Argis with information for Sybille in the Blue Palace. The trip should have taken maybe a week at worst, especially with the funds he’d used for a carriage. What had happened?

Ondolemar looked around Vlindrel Hall, which was dark and depressing, especially in Argis’s absence. Everything was hewn of stone and decorated with garish Dwemer accents, brass gleaming wrong in the strange light of the overlarge fireplace. It was still cold. It was always cold when he was gone. Everywhere in Skyrim. He hated it here. Hated it. Why had he bought this sorry excuse for a house was beyond him. Expectations, likely. He’d gotten comfortable, even when all his furniture was made of rocks. Even when his only company were thralls and Nords. And now this.

He was letting his mind wander again, which wasn’t the best in dire situations. There had to be a reason. Talsgar hadn’t heard anything, nor Faendal, far flung as the both of them had been recently. Was he local then? Stuck somewhere? He sighed and paced the living room, running a hand along the dusty bookshelves that he’d purchased when he bought the house. Mahogany. Not boulders, like everything else. Even the Orcs who’d delivered them had struggled hefting the things up the cliff face this place had been carved into. It was a bit of a chore to walk up here after a full day’s work. He could have spent his coin better elsewhere.

He was doing it again. Thinking of anything else instead of the nagging thought that maybe something had gone more awry. He wouldn’t touch the edge of the fear, sharp as it felt. As much as the worry ached, he had to keep it together. He had to. Argis was one facet of the mission. Able to be trusted, and more than capable. More than. But if he had been lost…

Gods, no. No, he wouldn’t assume the worst now. Couldn’t. He braced against the bookshelf, swaying on his feet, feeling lightheaded as images bombarded him of rabid bears charging, or more dragons swooping down out of doomed skies. He blinked, and the emptiness of this Godsforsaken house did nothing to calm him. He straightened, pulling at his grey tunic, trying to feel grounded or real again. He undid his hair from the bun he’d tied it back in and shook it out with a sigh, silver-blond strands catching on the edges of his chewed nails. He was losing touch, obviously. How long had it been since he’d slept correctly? Too long. Empty beds were no longer as comfortable as they used to be, after all. -> Read the rest on AO3

[un-local]

argis da bulwark

[rakimaiirisa]

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[mirielsart]

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[monstersandmaw]

10 and 19 for Argis, from the oc character prompt list (even if he technically existed before your story 😅)

I mean, he’s a pretty blank canvas in game, but yeah here’s my version of Argis. Thank you???

10. Favorite place? Do they go there often?

Before Lein, his favourite place is probably just outside Markarth city walls, where you can look out over the stables and the valley. He finds it peaceful there, when it’s noisy in his head and he doesn’t know how to articulate it or what to do with it. Plus, in my AU, that’s where the guards train, so if he still needs to work out some of it, he can train with his buddies.

After moving to Windstad Manor with Lein, he likes to go up the coast a bit towards High Gate Ruins, to those standing stones which mark the beginning of his romantic relationship with Lein. Because he’s a huge softie like that.

19. What do they wish they knew more about?

Argis never had an education of any kind really. He’s curious and intelligent, but people don’t see past the fact that he never learned to read, and combined with the big ol’ bulwark of muscles he’s got, they tend to see him as a big dumb brute. He wishes he knew more about the actual history of Skyrim etc. Luckily Lein will answer all the questions he’s got. He’s very happy not knowing more about magic though!

Thanks for asking about my darling comfort story!!

[artofbigham]

Orokin Silva and Aegis concepts for Warframe.

Had to design a melee that could slot into the back of a shield.  Really enjoyed working on the melee but had a really difficult time on the shield - culminating in me accidentally saving the final as a .jpg...

[chaoslifeforme]

(Separate post same story)

The Dragonborn

Imagine

Imagine the Dragonborn exhausted from a month or few of no sleep trudging home to their love, their spouse. The thought of whom was the only thing keeping them going. At first it was just;

They'll retrieve The Horn of Jurgen Windcaller and come home to their love. They'll swap stories my short travel to their shop tales. They'll enjoy homecooked meals and many pleasant nights.

Then it became:

They just have to do this one thing to keep their love safe and then they'll be reunited.

And finally:

They just want to hold their love, their spouse as they both sleep. To have their love safe in their arms and be asleep for the first time in moons.

When all is said and done, Skyrim is as safe as it was before, which isn't very safe.

At least it's no longer doomed. Their love awaits at home with their lovely shop and heavenly home cooked meals. Though they truly only wish to see their love.

Exhausted and overburdened with the knowledge they've discovered. Worn from the endless fighting to save the world and see their spouse again. They make their way home, climbing the unclimmable mountains, swimming accross lake and running past wolves. It's been too long.

The Dragonborn trudges on faster than they've ever travelled before. With their one priority on their mind, their spouse. The one for whom they would fight armies, take down dragons and go toe to toe with ancient gods. To whom they would give their best armour to protect. For whom they would study a little at the bards college to tell better stories of their adventure. For whom they would marry within hours of proposing. Whose store and cooking are the best in all of the world. The person, no, hero, they live with.

Sleep is secondary but their limbs are on the brink of giving way as they make their way past congratulations of friend and stranger alike. The Dragonborn promises stories, but first they must rest, and no one can argue.

Entering the house, they see their spouse. Their love is as alluring as ever. Yet their greeting is met with their love looking as if they see a ghost.

The Dragonborn can confirm there is no ghost behind them.

"my love... They SAID YOU went to SOVENGUARD!"

Their love's voice breaks over the words as they yell. Realization snaps the thin resolve holding them upright and they fall into their loves' embrace. Relieved their love is safe and horrified for what their spouse must have thought. They are also fighting the urge to fall asleep from severe sleep deprivation.

How could they explain everything to their love? So much has happened and where would they start?

"I did but I live"

It's not nearly enough.

And it's everything because the Dragonborn will sleep holding their love. Comforting each other through nightmares, and talking so much throughout the day that their voices grow hoarse.

The Dragonborn will be home for a while and will come home more often for everyone's sake. For now the Dragonborn basks in the company of their love. And the Dragonborn's spouse takes to doing the same.

[thebanneredmareinn]

Hey if you guys wanna read a nice slow burn between Argis and the Dragonborn for (almost) 140k words, look no further! I found this fic called I'm Still Here by etcetera_nine on Ao3 it's soo good and I'm actually reading it for the second time rn and thought I'd try and share it. The story is told from Argis's POV and it's neat to see it through his eyes, especially all the little easter eggs about things that the Dragonborn has done before becoming Thane of Markarth. Anyway, y'all should read it :)