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the fact that all of the main priest’s names translate to smth that’s a one word meaning makes me wonder if miraaks name is supposed to mean smth specific by ‘allegiance guide’. like. idk. it’s late i need to go to bed.

get to know my character: for tharya and miraak you can answer these questions for both! 3,4, 6, 11,17, 28, 39, anddddd 48 pls

thank you for the ask!! it is a welcome break from election watching lol. i answered all for both tharya & miraak below the cut!

3. What would be their favorite physical trait about themselves?

miraak doesn’t really have a favorite—he actually is quite proud of his body, minus the scars, and works hard to keep himself strong. however, he does particularly like his eyes and his arms.

tharya would have a tough time choosing simply because she doesn’t think of herself highly. but she does like her hair; it’s a nice color, soft, and she enjoys messing around with it.

4. What are their favorite physical traits about their lover? (One psychological and one physical)

HOOO BOY isn’t this a great ask. let me drop some knowledge: miraak literally worships tharya. he thinks she is an actual divine being, heaven sent. in that sense he treasures everything about her, but especially her eyes—they were his first anchors in the waking world—and her endless selflessness.

tharya really admires miraak’s intelligence; my man has an entire library stored in his head, and knows everything about everything, especially when it comes to magic and history. she also really likes his bara tiddies.

6. Do they have any hobbies that their lover finds unusual, odd, or otherwise annoying?

hmm good one. miraak has a hard time finding hobbies once back in tamriel but after a few years he settles in more, and actually gets into composing music and drawing. he’s very private about what he draws, but will often share music with her or ask for opinions.

tharya’s hobbies almost always include making things; she likes to whittle or build stuff, enchant things, or tend a garden. so i guess no, they don’t really annoy each other with hobbies!

11. What is something that would make your character fly into a rage?

miraak is laughably easy to aggravate, but to make him fly into a rage you’d probably have to insult tharya directly—bonus points if it’s something he knows she’s insecure about. also try to talk down to him, see how it goes. talk shit about atmora? you’re done. mention hermaeus mora within a 50 mile radius of him? he’ll know, and he’ll kill you on sight.

tharya is much, much harder to irritate. she’s very easy-going and laid-back. unlike miraak, who goes off the hook the first time, it would take repeated incidents to make her angry. repeated insults, repeated failures, repeated betrayals will all make her pretty upset.

17. Does your character have dreams of getting married and/or having children?

oooh. miraak, yes. miraak wants nothing more than to have kids of his own. marriage he could go either way—it would be nice, but he prioritizes kids. unfortunately as a priest he was made sterile, and it continues to haunt him.

tharya, less so. she hasn’t ever considered marriage or kids as an option for herself simply because...she’s not your standard woman. pregnancy scares her, too, and she doesn’t feel like she’d be a good parent (which is probably true.) she feels bad about it because miraak makes it pretty damn clear he’d have kids if he was able, but she also knows he wouldn’t force her into doing so, and she doesn’t want kids.

28. If your character became a celebrity, what would they be famous for?

i’m gonna take this from the modern au that’s been lurking in my head for months now: miraak & the solstheim priests create a musical group. since they’re all hot dudes with great voices they become popular really fast. i wouldn’t count out miraak being a male model either tbh.

tharya is less likely to be famous simply because she doesn’t have “big industry” talents, but if she were to become a celebrity, it would probably be because she’s a huge activist on climate change (kinda like greta thurnberg) and has a really nice travel blog.

39. When people look at your character, is there some assumption they might make about them just by appearance? Is that assumption correct?

a lot of people assume miraak is tharya’s huge, callous, silent, scary, war veteran bodyguard before they think he’s the first dragonborn. though he isn’t a war veteran, he definitely has the look of one. miraak just gives off a strange aura that steers people away from him; and he is huge and scary and somewhat of a bodyguard, and he never speaks, so most people are correct.

let’s assume people don’t know tharya is the dragonborn for a sec. a lot of people would write her off because she’s kinda small, just your average looking nord woman and doesn’t look like she commands a lot of power. and since she’s a mage that would probably drag her credit further. so a lot of people would be wrong about her.

48. Is there anything in particular that would ignite your character’s jealousy? Or does your character not get envious?

miraak gets jealous almost as easily as he gets angry, however, like his anger, his jealousy has stages ranging from harmless, mild, annoying, and severe. he’s an attention whore specifically only for tharya’s attention, so take that away from him for a long time and he’ll be bitchy. other people flirting with her or being grabby makes him both angry and jealous.

tharya, like we said before, is super laid back, and a people person; she can read the room and body language really well. she knows when idiots are flirting with her and politely removes herself, but that doesn’t stop miraak from seething across the room. it takes a lot for her to get actually jealous, if she ever does.

this is the most self indulgent shit i’ve ever drawn in my life , bruh 🙈

Miraak has some serious Big Dick Energy™

Relationship Tag Game

tagged by @nusaran, thank you besto friendo! we’re gonna stick to tharya & miraak for this one :^)

height difference | mutual pining | first kiss | first love | wedding | in-jokes | lgbt+  | family disapproves | friend disapproves | would die for each other | fake relationship | arranged wedding | cuddlers | pda friendly  | and they were room mates | holding hands | secret relationship | opposing world views | opposing personalities | opposing goals | getting a pet | have kids | want kids | grow old together | relationship failures | rests head on shoulder | share a bed | token dummies | relationship doubts  | they have a song  | first date | share a jacket | sharing a blanket | mutual interests | study buddies | bathing together | crash into hello | accidental nudity | laundry | same hobbies | cooking for each other | big fancy gala | sibling rivalry | hair stroking | dancing | laying in the grass | watching stars together | watching the other sleep | shared values | friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | lovers to enemies | childhood friends | slow burn | love triangle | toxic relationship | sitting on each other’s laps  |  can’t be together | hugs | forehead touches | neck kisses | car/motorbike| compliments | nicknames | falling asleep together  | late night talks | gifts

tagging forth!: @elventhief, @nuwanders, and anyone who wants to do it! tag me so i can seeee

I’m sorry but this man makes my blood pressure rise every time I kill a dragon I’m so tired of his shit...still hot tho😔💕

yaaay!

for better reference, check out illumancer's old drawings of their miraak - i'm heavily inspired by that, because it was the first representation of miraak that i'd ever seen that totally agreed with me.

tall (which i believe is the only fandom-wide consensual characteristic), broad shouldered, long and thick limbed, strong boulder of a man. rich brown skin (in my canon, he's part yokudan) with these gorgeous golden eyes like q sunset; but, in the modern era, they're notably unsettling to look at because of their lack of life. they occasionally flare with emotion, but most of the time they are cold and flat, and despite their beauty, that thousand-yard-stare is difficult to keep prolonged eye contact with.

his hair is a bit unruly, a bit wavy but not curly (unless it grows long) and usually parted, but not slicked back, with some strands framing or falling around the edges of his forehead. his nose is broad, his jaw is broad and a bit squarish, his lips are soft and everything about his face is proportionate. and his eyebrows are pretty thick, but neat (once read a post where they said people w thicker eyebrows are more angry so YEAH).

in my canon (and mostly because, when i first started writing, i was a bit all over the place and not thinking much about anything) miraak takes his mask off almost immediately out of apocrypha. he leaves it in his backpack, and later, in their room at the college, and after that, tucked away in one of those low, long chests at the foot of the bed in their home. he never touches it unless he needs to - and he almost never needs to. he doesn't want to keep wearing the mask outside of apocrypha because it reminds him of hermaeus mora, it reminds him of the young, stupid, prideful man who thought he could cheat a daedric prince, who thought he could topple dragons, and who thought he could abandon his family in pursuit of false knowledge. he switches out the mask for a hood, usually pulling it up to cast a shadow on his face but not hide it. he deserves to be seen.

even the scars, the two over the bridge of his nose, and the one in his eyebrow. he leaves the mask behind because he forgot his face in apocrypha, and is too terrified of forgetting again to don the mask once more.

that, and he enjoys tharya being able to caress his face whenever she wants to.

Still sick.

What does your Miraak look like under the mask? Or does he never, ever take it off?

reblog and put your favorite character you’ve ever had in the tags (this doesnt necessarily mean your current favorite, just the that have or are loving the most)

Miraak Dialogue Starters

“Oh darling, you have no idea how long I have waited to see your face again.”

“What ails you, Dragonborn? Sentimentality? It seems you have grown to enjoy my company.”

“The gods know how long I have lived without you. I do not intend to do so for another minute.” 

“What is your next move, Mal Dov?”

“Please, allow me one more moment before the world tears us apart.” “I would burn it all down for you, my Dragon. I will lay the world at your feet.” 

“Stop trying to fix me - allow me to drag you to hell, the sweet ecstasy of becoming your worst form.” 

“Once I was a terrible and fearsome god. You have softened me, poisoned me with your kindness.” 

“The Greybeards have taught you well, Dragonborn. But I could teach you more. Take my hand, join me.” 

“In this mortal realm, I am under your power.” 

“I would do it all again, ruin my name and waste a hundred lifetimes if only I could return to you.” 

u walk into apocrypha and he gives u this look, wyd⁉️

thank you dearest @aureli-us for the idea a few months ago, i’ve finally had to motivation and time to pick up a pencil a few days ago

that’s about all the explanation i have for pinup miraak (based on He Thinks I’m Too Good To Be True by Gil Elvgren)

tesfest day 6: mirror

hello all!!! i haven't been posting these on tumblr but i really enjoyed writing this one, so i figured why not 😎 maybe i'll post the rest after tesfest is done! otherwise they are all on my ao3 :3

This time, when he walked by the tall, slender mirror in their bedroom, he actually stopped.

He avoided mirrors if he could, rarely ever checked himself prior to going anywhere or doing anything. If Tharya complimented him on their way out, then he knew he'd done fine. But he hated it, his own stupidity with these things. It was utterly trivial. In Apocrypha he had moaned and wept and prayed for a mirror to remember his face by, anything to grant him his reflection that he had forgotten. And now that he walked so freely amongst mirrors large and small, he disliked them.

But he made himself stand in front of this one. One of the great joys of his mornings was watching from bed as Tharya got ready in front of this mirror. One of his great joys in the evening was watching her undress and step into her sleeping clothes, watching her inspect herself in this mirror. She did it so easily. It was foolish of him to run from his own reflection like a scared deer. He forced his gaze to his own body, the vessel he so often felt...unnattached from. The thing he had lost sight of in Apocrypha as well, not for lack of a reflection, but for lack of its preservation. Hermaeus Mora had ravaged his skin and bones countless times, torn him, knit him together, touched him, split him, crushed him.

Yet the mirror showed his body as whole. How strange. It was...different than he thought he remembered from the Merethic Era. He'd been a bit thinner then, the muscles in his stomach more prominent. Now his midriff was cushioned by a healthy layer of fat, though he was sure if he tensed, it would all go rigid. The muscle had not vanished, just changed shape. His chest had perhaps been a bit smaller, his arms not as big. He could heard Morokei's voice in the back of his mind, a fleeting memory from his childhood, at the point where Miraak had learned that if he would never be taller than his peers, he would have to be stronger. Aelskling, you've gotten bigger! He thought those words and found himself...brightened by their presence. He was sure Morokei would say the same now - in the Merethic Era he had been strong, but less hulking, less dense.

His legs had never been so thick either, but as he examined them they were nicely proportionate to the rest of him. Faint stretch marks decorated his inner thighs. Softer at rest, a good cushion for the woman who so often occupied his lap. And...quite long. Had they always been like that? He supposed it made sense because of his height. Atmorans were a long-limbed people. Still, he peered at them in the mirror, dressed in only his smallclothes and with tight concentration behind his eyes. Both Tharya and Bhijirio had remarked before that he looked taller the less clothes he wore. He didn't know how that happened, but it seemed a fair statement. Here, now, the optical illusion of wearing less did seem to make him...a bit bigger than he thought he was.

Hesitantly he lifted one arm, curled it, and watched his bicep contract, bulging against his forearm before he stretched the arm out. Thick veins decorated the hinge of his shoulder and shot down into his arm. Veins that carried real blood, not the sludge of Apocrypha. Strange. He put the arm down to twist it, examining his tricep and elbow in the mirror. All strangely mundane parts of the body, yet he couldn't help as if he'd never seen them before. Holding his arm like this made it press into his chest, creasing his pectorals together and disfiguring the long scar slashing over them. Warily he held his chest in both hands, trying to emulate the sensation of the way Tharya did it. No, that was ridiculous. He didn't need to grope himself just for- for research.

But that scar...as he traced it, the open-mouthed concentration in his face settled into grim deliberation. That scar had almost torn his heart out. Almost ruptured his lungs and ripped through his ribs. He was lucky his healers had grabbed him when they did, otherwise he would have surely lost his life to Paarthurnax that day. The old worm had left him to bleed out in the lush foothill they fought upon. Perhaps he had known it was the crux of his Thu'um, its home nestled to his heart between his ribs. Perhaps he had merely been living up to his name.

Silently he let his hand slip up to the base of his neck, but immediately it felt itchy just sitting there. He didn't like things around his throat. He wore his necklaces loose and low because of it. He let Tharya touch his neck, but she never held it in the way he did hers. A pang of guilt slithered into his gut at that. That didn't seem fair.

He stepped a bit closer to the mirror and bent down to examine his face closely in the reflective silver. It was difficult, but he felt he must. Carefully he took in his eyes and nose, his undefined cheekbones. The neat edge of his beard. Absently he ran his fingers through it - soft, trimmed, and oiled. Little things. He thanked the gods he'd been blessed with the ability to grow one so fully. Vahlok always used to have a little stubborn patch below his chin that refused to grow. The memory made him smile however faintly, chuckling to himself, but he zeroed in as quickly as possible to catch the expression before it faded. Gods. What a dreary sight. He remembered smiling with his teeth once upon a time, laughing freely. Did he always look so...bland? Poor Tharya.

He ran a hand through his dark hair, ruffling it a bit to let it fall looser. He didn't have Althëa's curls, but his hair had little waves in its inner layers that sometimes curled if he let it grow long enough. It, like his beard, was one of the very few things about his appearance he truly cared about. More for habit than any real love of his own visage. Humming curiously, he decided to comb his hair back with his fingers, pushing away the little pieces that usually framed his forehead. He wanted to know why Tharya always said he looked so different with his hair swept back.

The change was small, but very noticeable. Even removing those few strands seemed to...open his features more. He realized she was absolutely right - it did look good. As he straightened out and examined himself in the mirror again, he hardly recognized his own face. It all seemed to flow differently.

His concentration was broken by the door coming open, but, in a brief panic, his feet remained rooted to the spot. Gods, he would look like an idiot standing here. No one did such foolish things unless they were daft in the head. He found himself warming with - what was that? Shame? The guilt of being caught? - as Tharya stepped in, still dressed from the day.

"Hi, beautiful," she said easily, smiling at him. Heat creeped into his neck. Gods, how many thousands of years since he'd blushed? He almost wanted to laugh at himself. Almost. "What are you up to?"

"Nothing," he said quickly. "I am...I had a bath."

"That's exactly what I'm about to do," she snickered, joining him to put her hands on his hips. She squeezed him lovingly, and he noticed for the first time how that little extra bit of fat that he hadn't had before pooled into her palms so perfectly. "You look spooked." Her hands traversed his body so easily, drawing up his arms, rounding his shoulders and settling on his chest. He had admitted to her before she seemed to know his body better than he did, and it was true. She knew the strongest parts of him, and she knew the softest. She knew where to touch him to make him crumble into her palms and where exactly to touch him to inflate him, to make him stand straight. She knew how to hug him to make him feel the thousands of eyes on his back retreat. She knew how to stroke his hair and trace his face to tease him into sleeping. She knew the places on his body that had never healed completely in Tel Mithryn, and she knew which scars he still felt the most, and which she could kiss. "Everything okay?"

He blinked at her and then merely nodded, feeling dazed at how many things she knew of him, how he could so easily list them. He liked to think he returned it, but she had a certain intimate knowledge of his body that he simply could not have with hers. She had been the one to take care of him for so long, after all. It only made sense. He glanced in the mirror again - if she knew him so well, then there was only one question his curiosity begged to ask.

Wordlessly he held her hips and turned her around, watching her peer at him in the mirror.

"Tell me what you see," he whispered. "Please."

Pygmalion and Galatea (1763) by Étienne Maurice Falconet Paul and Virginia (1844) by Alessandro Puttinati Worship of the Female Form (early 20th century) by Alméry Lobel-Riche Kneeling man embracing a standing woman (1908) by Gustav Vigeland In Paradise (1918) by Max Svabinsky Thief of the Moon (1924) by Norman Lindsay

Me watching people make Miraak a white nord (He would not fucking look like that) (i dont care) (I dont care if its canon or not)

He's so polite :]

(don't mind the bodies, he got a little hungry)