I’ve Had A Revelation

That being said there is a obvious form of subordination between Priests and Dragons in the way their names are structured.

Dragons gave their Priests name to give them power, but also to subordinate them to them.

Priests have a two words name (Miraak for example is Mir-Aak, Allegiance-Guide (Which is so fucking ironic and tragic)) while dragons have three. In that way a Dragon is still Superior to a Priest, but the Priest is still close to the Dragon's power.

I guess servants to the priest (cultists, warriors etc) would then in turn take one name to erase their own identity and race, thus continuing the chain of command. We just never meet them to confirm.

And since names have power,a power the Dragons can use to subjugate Mortals to their will, then you becoming Dovah-Kiin is even more subtle.

You are much like a Dragon Priest, two words against three, shaped by your role and your mask, wooden, empty, infinite possibilities merged into one path.

And yet at the same time you're also trying to overcome this mask, with new adventures, new titles, new NAMES. Archimage, Guildmaster, Harbinger, Listener, Champion, Dawnguard, Vampire, Hero, Traitor, Spouse, Parent, Thane... They are all facets of your empty wooden mask, trying to derail your very nature, shaped by your name, one given to you by the Father of all Dragons, one you didn't want, as Kyne weeps for you.

But a way, the one who is doing the worst here however is Durnehviir. In a way, he is experiencing the same thing a dragon priest would experience under him. He was given a name by his new Ideal Masters, the Never Dying Curse, shaped his very being in his new subservience, poisoned his mind and body for them, and all to escape a Dragon's greatest fear, to lose himself, have his consciousness devoured for good.

To die and not be reborn again. To become bones for the mortal to gawk at, and be erased from reality for good.

And then you arrive, much like him slave to your Mask, and you best him in battle, and all he can think of as a Dragon, as a Never Dying Curse, as someone who holds all the cards in this scenario, someone who will never die and yet will only need to kill you once...

Is to curse you with his power.

Is to give you a Two Words name.

Is to make you his Dragon Priest. Whatever you realize it or not.

You are Qahnaarin. Qahnaar-In. Vanquish the Verb and In the Master... You are the Vanquisher, much like Krosis was the Sorrow, and Volsung was the Horror, and Morokei was the Glory.

And you still accepted the name he gave you. You still accepted his graceful authority over you. It might not be as powerful as the Wooden Mask the Father of Dragons have you, but is still a bond way stronger than the ones your Mortal connection granted you.

He will come when you call him, but that's because he asked you to do it, he REWARDED you for it with his knowledge much like the other Dragon Priest's before you, so who is the master, and who is the servant here?

Because every time you shout now, you only sing the anthem to his wretched existence, as you allow him to fly the skies of Nirn once more.

Hc that if you look into a Dovahkiins eyes deep enough you can see Akatosh.

Can we talk about the golden mine of shitposts that is the Merlin Official twitter account.

And one more to bring to your attention…

 because what the actual fuck

The only logical conclusion to any fiddlestan scenario: they both blast their entire relationship from each others mind, so now they just get random homoerotic flashbacks when they walk past one another.

To whoever first wrote that Merlin is only clumsy because he has to make a conscious effort and always invest a lot of energy to not allowing his magic to be instinctive : Thank you! That concept always lives in my mind for free

The sweetrolls? M'aiq but tasty

Skyrim Au where everyone is actually M'aiq the liar.

The nords? M'aiq.

The thalmor? M'aiq.

Miraak? M'aiq.

Paarthurnax? M'aiq in a cheap party galaxy Dragon costume.

(Special thanks to @languor-em for fanning this fire of insanity)

And do you know what you do with all that pain? Shall I tell you where you put it? You hold it tight till it burns your hand, and you say this: No one else will ever have to live like this. No one else will have to feel this pain. Not on my watch.

Watch out Liz, you'll be in the Veneration next

blessed be the day tobias forge realized how horny the music, the performance, the lyrics, the fans, the ghouls, and himself were and made the ghost outfits tighter, truly the most thoughtful musician in modern times

I like “Lavender Wedding” and “Bi Fiddleford” as much as the next guy, but I feel like this headcanon needs more attention.

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