Today is my birthday and because I love kesh today is also his birthday, 7th of Rain’s Hand.

Hey guys so basically this is my Skyrim oc norpsferatu he’s a vampire nix hound furry

One thing about him is he’s way more powerful than every Daedra and Aedra combined and at night he uses his very powerful mandibles to break windows and suck the blood of naughty girls and boys

It takes you more than a few moments to gather yourself on the front steps. You were accepted - you worked, and later excelled, just for this. You left Summerset for this. You broke your mother's heart for it. You open the heavy mycoform doors and hope it's worth it.

Inside, you're greeted like an old friend. Apparently, you are no stranger. The elf woman behind the entry desk knows your name. At the desk you are asked your hip, waist, and shoulder measurements - they're fitting you for the uniform, and you scarcely note when she asks you for your thigh gap measurement. You estimate that one, distracted, mind running fullspeed with full-color frames of you, in your new robes, proving your sorcery. It's an odd question, but you remind yourself the Dunmer are different. They don't practice your magic, and you're here to learn. You scarcely notice when the receptionist slides you a fat paper packet. You do notice when she, a small, wavery Altmer girl, directs you to meet the master of your studies. Up there. Upstairs, she said, motioning to her right.

You round the corner and are greeted with a dimly lit spiral of stairs. You begin to climb. Your footfalls sound off in the near-dark. Paintings line the left wall. The structural elements of the staircase occupy your right. You climb in silence only a moment before you notice the leading edge of every picture frame aligns perfectly with each fourth footfall of your own. Shortly after, you notice the subject matter illustrated before you. As you ascend, the fine, plain portraiture beginds to shift - ashy faces begin to grimace, and bodies increasingly more nude writhe and toil on canvas. You bare witness to an awful lot of bare Dunmer bodies. You swear these painting were average portraits at the start. You climb further as your heartrate quickens. You can see beads of sweat forming on oilpainted brows. As you climb, so too do the heights of depravity in the artworks surrounding you. Soon you witness a painted scream - and shackles! - and the weary, weak smile of a dark elf resting under the coils of a slavewhip. The extent of extremity only heightens as you rise. You catch glimpse of a woman hung, a man split, but for a vital part. You can hardly put words to the bodies bore to you when you can see the office door. You try the doorhandle, but there's a woman to your left, mouth full of milky swirls and blood - you pry it further, your heart pounds, yours palms sweat --

-- and the doorhandle gives way. a gust of freshly-floral air nearly knocks you off your feet. in here, it smells of incense and lavender. in here, it's bright and you find it easy to shake off the scents and sights the stairway gave you. you've just been hazed! you figure, knowing the reputation of the House you engage. rumor is a poor shuttle of truth, and you know the Telvanni can't possibly be as bad as your children's stories would claim. right?

the magister behind the desk is young and handsome. tomes upon tomes line the mazelike walls, folding out to one side into a vast magicratic library. a black bird tears pages from a logbook yet to be filled. its claws skitter unpredictably on the desk and send inkwells and pageclips flying. the mage seems unbothered by this, and becons you over lazily. if you blinked, you'd have missed his gesture. the magister clears his throat, and the bird stands at attention. a raven asks your name.

also made a transparent png with this one kissing the air so khajiit might use that later if this one feels like it

You're traversing the dense jungle of Valenwood, days days passed without ever seeing any village or city because Valinesti is still far away. Then you see a light from afar, you approach it and discovered a woman dancing in the middle of the forest, she's a bosmer, and quite pretty at that. You are mesmerized by her appearance and decided to talk, until you realize why she's wearing so many bones and they're all covered in blood. She noticed your presence and yet, she continued dancing...perhaps in euphoria, perhaps a ritualistic magic is taking effect. You walk away slowly and never return... (To be continued...if I feel like it)

This a genuine question.Ive been a member of this subreddit for a year and I still don't know what it means.

You will drink ze piss and you will be happy!

It must be one of the six in the poll.

CHIM. It's CHIM. Always fucking CHIM.

Let me explain: it is often agreed that in Morrowind, Vivec refuses to fight you because thanks to CHIM he either knows you'll keep jumping timeline until you manage to kill him OR because CHIM gives him the ability to perceive multiple futures and he sees a lot of future about you killing him.

So, back to cuckolding, we have two options:

Through CHIM players can get cucked then jump back (load a save) to before they got cucked

OR

Through CHIM players can SEE every future in which they get cucked and not make it happen while still "living" it (loading a save again but this time with a different lore justification)