Here is dunmerized versions of Nine Divines. I’ve think about small dunmeri society, which living near border Cyrodiil, but confess Nine Divines since Merethic Era. Nearest analogs from the Earth history can be medieval Alavits (who worship Sun and Moon instead of Allah), early Lithuanian Cristians (de-facto pagans) or Morons (cristianised jews from early Spain Kingdom). This Small House / Dunmer Tribe officially confess Tribunal, but secretly, in their houses and ancestral tombs, pray to Mara, Jooln, Zuntyr and other Aedra.Instead of Talos/Tiber Septim or Shor of Nedi, and Auriel or Yiffre of Meri, 9D-dunmeri, like their ancient ancestors, worship to Lorkhan-Scarab, Framer-Creator of Nirn.
For, like, celebrations, holidays, to show social statuses. What if there were meanings behind using certain colors (and what if those differed regionally because of the availability of the dye ingredients) and patterns. What if tribes had patterns unique to themselves like plaids for clans. What if some colors were restricted to use by certain people like purple and gold for royalty was in certain parts of the world at one time. Certain colors and patterns going in and out of fashion (granny wears the styles popular in her prime and teens wear the latest trends, tired parents wear the minimum). Sparkly paint from adding ground up mica for weddings. Luminescent paint for eveningwear and work safety.
Adhering gems to their horns. Etching their horns. Burning patterns into their horns.
hi, i was just wondering why you dislike sheith? i can see why myself but i was just wondering why u do?
okay so let’s pretend that the ages weren’t confirmed.
it fucking decimates keith’s character and makes him out as the Ultimate Uke Pinup Boy™. a soft delicate flower made to be touched by shiro only (gagging). and gal/ra!kei/th in sh/eith is like, why would shiro think it’s hot? shiro has ptsd from his time with the galra. and shiro is such a good guy but the shippers make him out as some “sex god dad/dy” and i’m like, well, wherever you fucking pulled that out from.
like even if the ages were not confirmed, their behaviors are clearly one of a mature man who has seen shit and a hotheaded teen. and the fucking size difference IDK!!! squicks me out
Yaoi Tropes. fucking everywhere. yaoi is pretty heteronormative in the first place, with the Big Buff Seme and the Waif Uke. (ties into the first point but w/e it still grosses me out!!). one half of the relationship is “manly” while the other is “feminine” like what kind of fucking shit is this (and all the time!! keith is the feminine one)
Favors white-passing boys instead of the interracial relationships (k/lance n sh/allura) and aLWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS THEY FUCKING. MAKE LANCE OUT AS LEAST DESIRABLE. Like keith prefers shiro and it fucKING KILLS ME BC I SEE YOU, PPL WHO MAKE FICS N COMICS ABOUT LANCE GETTING HIS HEARTBROKEN. like that is so fucking colorist. just say straight up that you think lance is ugly because of his skin.
asian fetishization, especially light-skinned asians. i’ve seen so many “”””headcanon posts”””” where they hc keith as korean and shiro as japanese and they are grossly stereotypical and lack research put into the fucking cultures.
also, asian men are often portrayed as feminine, especially in (white) western media, so showing either of them (usually keith) as excessively demure only plays into stereotypes and tropes.
also pre-kerberos ship is gross bc keith was a student and shiro was definitely graduated. like definitely canon. (ew)
Finally, Cat and Kara have that promised meeting. We also get to catch up with Alex in this ‘verse, and she has some sisterly advice to impart.
At three sharp, Kara knocks on the outer door of the office.
The redheaded woman who came to find her after Henshaw’s session is sitting at a desk covered in piles of paper, her head barely visible over the miniature mountains.
“Of course you are,” the woman replies. “Did I tell you my name earlier? Well, it’s Kelly. Although most people just call me ‘Cat’s woman’. You can feel free to not do that.”
“Got it,” Kara answers with her first grin in hours, hoisting her kit bag back on her shoulder. “Do you know if Miss Grant-”
“Cat,” Kelly corrects, pursing her lips.
“Right. Cat.” Kara stifles a sigh. She isn’t going to get a single thing right today. Maybe it’s not too late to catch a bus back to Midvale. “Do you know if this is just to yell at me for earlier? Because I am really worried I might cry if she does, and that is not the impression I was going for.”
“Oh, there’s no crying in ballet,” Kelly scolds, but her smile is still kind. I’d offer you one of these donuts to cheer you up, but-”
“I eat donuts!” Kara interrupts, because it’s the first actual food she’s seen all day. Everyone who bothered to eat between classes had some kind of smoothie or a handful of nuts. “Although maybe not right before my meeting,” she realizes, as a door swings open.
“Kei-ra!” Comes the yell a moment later. Kara winces, and Kelly shoots one last sympathetic look. “Kei-”