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Legends Never Die by Thanatopsiturvy
Fandom Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind, Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
04 Aug 2024
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How to Disappear Completely by tarhiel
Fandoms: Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind, Elder Scrolls
03 Feb 2018
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A Morrowind story about visibility.
Iriel is a young, bitterly disillusioned Altmer scholar, struggling from one disaster to the next, never quite sure which is his worst enemy in life: the inadvisable men he keeps falling for, his own traumatised brain, or the universe in general. Or perhaps people in general. Things are so much easier when he's invisible to everyone, but it isn't a permanent solution to his problems. Is it? Is anything?
Includes wild headcanoneering of various NPCs and content from the Julan Ashlander companion mod by kateri.
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their days are darker by always_a_slut_for_hc
Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types
27 Dec 2021
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After the death of ARC Trooper Fives, an altercation at 79's leads Wolffe to spend his leave snooping around the Coruscant Guard. Fox assumes he'll drop it and leave the Corries to their fate; it's what everyone else has done.
He is very, very wrong.
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the particular glow of nirnroot at midnight by atomicmuffin
Fandoms: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
12 Nov 2020
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"You have a very impressive muscular mass, sir Lydia," the Dragonborn muses. "Well proportioned too."
Lydia blinks. Proventus Avenicci pinches his nose. Irileth clenches her fists, and admirably manages to restrain herself from stabbing the object of her annoyance. The Jarl coughs in his elbow, poorly masking his grin. Somewhere in the background, hidden deep inside his den as usual, Farengar is laughing harder than Lydia ever thought possible from him.
The Dragonborn is a very strange individual indeed, and apparently is so on a regular basis. Lydia takes a moment to reconsider everything she assumed about Dragonborns, before she gives an answer to the person who's still looking intently at her biceps in the least sexualized way possible.
"Thank you," she evenly says. "I train every day."
The Dragonborn hums. "Hypothetically, how many giant toes do you believe you can carry at once?"
Or: the Dragonborn is into alchemy, really into alchemy, and very much not into saving the world.
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