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Do you think Fiddlefords evil twin brother would be Diddlestan?

After travelling to the farthest corners of the map to locate old masters of sorcery for her, saving her from the Witchbane Ruins, finding her a new body and killing a good man when faced with the choice of either siding with him or protecting her, and her telling you afterward that when all this is over, she will always be there and welcome you with open arms, basically saying the Academy will be your second home once you become Lord, Sellen really has the audacity to turn into a ball.

I wonder why Volcano Manor has a painting of Starscourge Radahn in their drawing room.

And I stand by that.

Theory: The people who simp for Ganondorf also now simp for General Radahn

I love getting on pinterest and experiencing lots of gendery envy.

I call upon the fan fic writing gods to bless you with the perseverance to finish one of your unfinished drafts. 

May your fingers dance along the letters upon your device with ease, may the devil of distraction stay far from you, and may your work not need much editing.

I pass this blessing upon every fan fic writer out there.

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.

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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thinking "haha what if i jokingly shipped them" is your last chance to get out btw