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Fresh art with a statue of Mara. It was outside the challenge, but lore about one of the nine divines still want to post .
Mara is a goddess of the Nine Divines. She is also known as Mother-Goddess and Goddess of Love in the Empire, and in Skyrim as handmaid of Kyne. She makes an appearance in almost every culture's pantheon in Tamriel, and at times is affiliated with Nir who gave birth to creation. She may be married to, or act as a concubine of, either Akatosh or Lorkhan, depending on the religion. In Morrowind, Mara appears in the form of Ama Nin.
Her commandments :
Live soberly and peacefully.
Honor your parents.
Keep peace in your home and family.
“Black lives matter” does not mean “fuck anyone who’s not black,” it means “support black people.”
“Gay rights” doesn’t mean “fuck anyone who’s not gay,” it means “support gay people.”
“Trans rights” doesn’t mean “fuck all cis people,” it means “support trans people.”
“Respect women” doesn’t mean “fuck all men,” it means “support women.”
When you have to shoot and shank someone who broke in while you were eating mac & cheese in your dark kitchen…
these were requested by @crazy-elf-from-vallenwood and are presented in no particular order 💕
They’re somewhere in their late-thirties-early-forties by 4E 1, and Martin is a couple years older but also a few inches shorter (5′5″ versus 5′9″). Lucien thinks their height difference is the most hilarious thing ever. Martin doesn’t find it very funny.
Lucien is gay, Martin is bi. Neither of them have much prior dating experience, but Martin definitely slept around with the Sanguine cult. He was expecting a friends-with-benefits arrangement with Lucien and was totally fine with that, but then, oops, he caught feelings!
Martin was the first to confess, but it was completely by accident… in the heat of the moment, so to speak. You know. While they were otherwise occupied.
Lucien is your classic Casanova flirt and is constantly putting the moves on Martin– sweet talk, pet names, slow dancing, you name it. Martin’s a lot more practical in his affection, though, and likes to show it with lots of little gestures, like breakfast in bed or other cute domestic things.
Lucien is very overprotective of Martin. He’s not jealous or anything, but he tends to assume that every visiting diplomat wants Martin deposed or assassinated or what-have-you. Even when he’s wearing finery around the Imperial Palace, he’s always visibly armed. Just in case! Martin is thankful for it because, after what happened to the rest of his Septim family, he’s honestly a little paranoid too.
Martin is very nostalgic for his rural upbringing and insists on eating traditionally “low-class” food and ingredients at most meals in the Palace; think soup, bread, in-season produce, and overall not a lot of meat. He likes to make his own meals by hand, when he has the time and energy. Lucien is hooked on the luxury of the Palace kitchens, though, and tends to gravitate towards the most expensive dish on the table during banquets, especially fresh meat like rare steaks. Still, he’ll happily eat anything Martin cooks, because Martin’s damn good at it.
Lucien struggles with a rare form of RBF known as Resting Serial Killer Face. Sometimes, when trying to be romantic, he accidentally gives Martin the heebie-jeebies. He’s secretly a little self-conscious about it.
That being said, Martin definitely has a “thing” for assassins, rogues, and other cliché bad-boys. He’s read a good number of romance novels over the years, especially while he was a priest.
Both Lucien and Martin love to get wine-drunk after rough days and tell each other crazy stories about their respective religious backgrounds. You’d be surprised how many hilarious anecdotes Martin has from his time with the Akatosh Chantry.
They each have issues with separation anxiety, and as a result, they’re almost always together. They’re pretty much seen as a package deal by most people, both inside and outside of the Imperial City. Visitors from other provinces have been known to mix their names up whenever they’re dressed equally fancy… “I’m Martin, he’s Lucien!”
Love how Bethesda show you a Dunmer being racially abused the moment you enter Windhelm but then they make her the most racist person in the city. In her journal she admits to using starvation and drugs to control the “lazy” Argonian workers. Speak to the homeless guy or the tavern owner and they’ll tell you they hate Dark Elves. Go to the corner club and the Dunmer tells you he hates Nords. Speak to Torbjorn and he tells you the Argonians are lazy. Speak to the Argonians and Khajiit and they tell you they’re banned from the city. Speak to Galmar and Ulfric and… they’re Galmar and Ulfric. Read the carvings on the walls and they’ll show you the names of each of the Atmoran genociders. Even Brunwulf the anti-racist guy randomly calls you slurs. It’s like Bethesda just thought “fuck it this is the racism town”. But somehow it still manages to be better than Markarth
can we PLEASE talk about the google scorpion emoji
Reblog art guys. Seriously.
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