#orsmer

[elder-scrolls-headcanons]

headcanons for orc papa malacath?

Papa malacath Hc's

-Orc daddy probably has/wants a lot of kids like more than the average soul should have

-Such an encouraging dad

-Tryna be the best dad after the Sheogorath thing

-Like one of those dads in the movies

-Reads to his kids at night

-Catch him outside playing catch,riding animals,fixing things with the kid(s)

-Child wants to play tea party ok,he'll sit down a enjoy him self

-Onec the kid(s) old enough he'll train them in a little bit of everything so they can see what they like

-Got the kids into training and “healthy” eating btw

-As a baby/babies they always with daddy in a baby harness strapped to his chest

-“Mal your kid(s) is/are 13 don’t you think they are too big to be carried” “Nope.”

-The child(ren) better be prepared for trips around Orsinium and Cyrodiil and history lessons on the Orc race

-Introduces the child(ren) to all his little brothers and sisters (the other orcs)

-Probably doesn’t tell his kid(s) about his time as Trinimac but they might piece it together

-“ChIldRen StAy AwAy FrOm tHoSe DeAdRa(namely Sheogorath)”

-Kid(s) getting bullied?well now that bully is getting bullied for have a messed up face

-His child(ren) May be outcasts cause of dad but respected outcasts

-Just because he’s so nice to the child(ren) doesn’t mean he doesn’t apprehend them

-Firm but fair with his punishments

-Uses spankings(only with (his hand) on the hand or bottom and not to hard)as a form of discipline but normally uses disapproving glances,firm talking,extra training or some task

-Kid is a girl? they will grow up to be a strong woman. Kid is a boy? Still growing up to be a strong man

-Overall 10/10 pls be my dad

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[talldarkandroguesome]

26th of Rain's Hand, Second Entry

That armor I brought back amounted to much more than it should have. Who knew Nords cared so much about Falmer armor? Some of it was Dwemer in origin and by pointing out the Dwarven metal used, the price nearly tripled for what they were willing to give me. Of course, I may or may not have partaken of a potion of glibness before going to visit the various smithies around town. Surely this proves that with even the slightest addition to my natural abilities, I could probably go into business for myself living off these imbeciles. I bet I could sell Troll droppings as a hangover cure without any of them suspecting a thing. I dropped by a tavern I used to frequent last time I made it this way. The old drunk in the corner actually remembered me and asked me to play him a tune. Sadly, my lute was one of the things I did not recover from the Falmer. The bastards probably burned it in that fetching tunnel. But I sang him a tune and he bought be a mug of that dreadful mead the Nords seem to find so good. One sniff of the stuff and I discreetly poured it over my shoulder. Bastard was too drunk to realize I hadn't knocked it all back. I met a mercenary in the tavern. An Orsmer with the fairest face I have seen on one of his people. I bought him a drink and asked him about his fees for hire and his experience. Turns out he is young and has not yet seen a real battle. I offered to teach him a few sword techniques he may not know and we returned to his room for a demonstration. We finished a bottle of Red Guard wine and enjoyed quite an evening together. I feel much more relaxed. Yet I feel as though I forgot something I had meant to do. No matter, I can get to it tomorrow.