#bearhelm

[bearhelm]

[meadnbookpiles]

Rumor has it Joan was raised by wild bears, and so that is the reason she wears a bear hat: so she can feel like one of her adoptive family

The raven haired woman did not care to suppress her loud groan. “Joko’s balls. It’s a bear-HELM-. Why must I keep repeating myself…” She muttered as she crumbled the note to a small, miniscule paper ball and tossed it back over her shoulder in a sharp motion, mumbling something that sounded like - “Nobody listens. Nobody cares…”

[kingstormcloak]

BIG BEAR, LITTLE BEAR.

wanted to draw young!adult ulfric and papa. :> this is probably one of the best things i have ever drawn. for @bearhelm because i adore you so much. thank you for everything. <3 insp. for hoag [ x ].

[howliiings-blog]

                      snowfall. 

for @bearcloak & @bearhelm

[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.

[belogod]

&&. @bearhelm liked.

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

[meadnbookpiles]

Rumor has it Joan's smarts and strength all come from her bear (hat)

The explorer’s mouth impatiently twitched as she read the scribbled note, short dark locks tumbling over her brow in a messy wind tousled disarray. 

“Oi - She started, her voice somewhat huffy, “Firstly my strength comes from years upon years of and training - trust me, my childhood years Norn master at arms didn’t allow any short cuts, neither did I want that myself… as for my… ‘smarts’, well, my own Father saw to my education, reading me to sleep in three different languages before I could even write, but I mean…”  A dry smug grin was flashed, not entirely reaching her still sharp, judgmental eyes. “There’s also a bit of a natural adeptness I could speak of, on both accounts…”

“And - lastly.” The woman all but squinted down at the paper. “It’s a helmet, not a hat, helmet.” Her gauntleted hand rapped against the steely side of said helmet.. “Perfectly good steel and carefully weathered sculpted bone, all worked together by a Kodan expert smith in Blue Ice Shining Sanctuary. SO - Helmet, aye?”

[meadnbookpiles]

Hat. Helm. Helmet. SAME THING.

The explorer’s mouth drew into a flat, stubborn line. 

“No it isn’t.” She grumped and crumpled this note into yet another small teeny-tiny paper ball and tossed it over to join the rest, cluttering the corner of Mick’s otherwise smooth tavern counter.