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Yup returning to necromancy, I’m so back. And you’re so back, and you’re so back, and you’re so back, and you’re

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Our House of Trouble

One of my very favorite things to write is the Hero of Kvatch reintroducing herself to her old friends and family after she becomes Sheogorath. So here's a very short tale about my girl Sacha Llervu finally reuniting with her sister, my favorite minor Morrowind character Falura Llervu. Falura's quest is so weird and complicated and an ethical minefield, and I hope I've managed to capture that here!

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Falura Llervu, wife of the Zainab Ashkhan, looked at Sheogorath, god of madness, with her eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

“You’ve got to be joking,” she managed at last. “I don’t see you for almost thirty years, and this is how we reunite?”

“Look, this isn’t how I planned it either,” replied Sacha, Falura’s long-lost elder sister. “Mantling a god is shit, you know. It took me years to remember that I even had relatives. Aren’t you glad to see me?”

“Of course I am, but…Sheogorath, of all the gods? What would Mum and Dad say?”

“I should hope they’d be proud,” said Sacha, with mock offense. “I’ve done pretty well for myself! Got a job and a house, met the old Emperor, stopped a demonic invasion…”

“You did what?”

Sacha waved a hand vaguely. “Listen, enough about me. That’s a long damn story. The point is, if I hadn’t mantled a god, I never would’ve been able to track you down. What the fuck are you doing in an Ashlander camp?”

“I live here now,” Falura explained. “I have for about seven years. My husband, Kaushad, is the Ashkhan.”

“Your h…” Sacha shook her head. “When did you get married, Falura? And to an Ashkhan, of all people?”

“That’s a long story. Even in Cyrodiil, you heard about the Nerevarine, didn’t you?”

“Sure. Half the Dunmer I knew took the day off to celebrate when Dagoth Ur fell. I never really knew what to make of it.”

“Well, the Nerevarine is my friend Sylvie. She’s the real thing, Sacha, and she saved me. Bought me from the slave market in Tel Aruhn and found me a lovely new home.”

“Your friend…” Sacha shook her head and flopped onto the grass across from her sister. “All right, out with it. Tell me everything, start to finish.”

Haltingly, Falura began. There was a lot to summarize from the past twenty-odd years, but she made it as concise as possible, glossing over some of the worst parts. Sacha didn’t need to hear all that; she’d probably already lived it. 

“So Sylvie rescued me, in the end,” she concluded. “She needed to be named Nerevarine, the Ashkhan needed a wife, and I needed to escape. It worked out for all of us.”

“It doesn’t sound like you were rescued,” said Sacha in disgust. “Sounds more to me like you were bought and sold. Again.”

“It wasn’t like that,” Falura protested. “Sylvie freed me as soon as the papers were signed. She said I could marry the Ashkhan if I wanted, and otherwise she would give me funds to get to the mainland and…” She trailed off, remembering exactly what it was the Nerevarine had suggested.

“And do what, Falura?” asked Sacha, her voice low and even. 

“Find you,” she replied quietly. And she hadn’t. She’d shoved aside family loyalty to hurry into a new life and forget the old one.

Sacha’s new eyes blazed golden, and she rose to her feet. “I never gave up on you,” she grated out. “When I escaped that damn Indoril plantation, I started running scams in every backwoods village, saving up money to free you. It landed me in prison. While you…what, gave up your independence to marry some rich man? Didn’t you care what happened to me?”

Icy-cold fear seized Falura’s heart. This isn’t your sister anymore, she thought. She’s one corner of the House of Troubles, and she could kill you with a single word.

“I’m so sorry, Sacha,” she said pleadingly. “But just try to understand. I had no idea where you were, or if you were even alive, and I was just so damn tired. I’d been traded from one family to another, up and down the coast, paraded around like a hunting trophy one minute and shoved in the kitchen the next. All I wanted was peace, safety, family–and the Ashlanders were willing to give me that.” A tear slipped down one cheek, and she quickly wiped it away. “I’m happy now, though. I’m free. We both are, no matter what we had to do to get there. Isn’t that what’s important?”

For several heart-stopping seconds, Sacha said nothing at all, glowering down at Falura like a violet thundercloud. Then, astonishingly, her shoulders slumped and her gaze softened.

“Well, shit,” she said. “Damn.”

In spite of herself, Falura giggled. “Sacha! Language!”

“Oh, stop, you sound like Mum. Falura, I’m…” She gulped. “Look, I’m sorry. I don’t have any right to judge you, not after everything I’ve done. They made me a knight, you know. I had prestige, influence. I could have tracked you down in a week, but instead I went off on some stupid quest to try and get Marty back, and…” She gestured with some disgust to her new attire. “All this happened.”

“So we both moved on a bit.” Falura gave a dry chuckle. “Imagine what the family ghosts must think. For what it’s worth, Sacha, I never gave up on you either. I always did believe you were out there somewhere. You’ve always been the strongest person I know.”

“Funny. I was going to say the exact same thing to you,” said Sacha. “Reassure me of one thing, though. This Ashkhan, he’s good to you? Looks after you, and all that?”

Falura nodded fervently. “He does. Kaushad is a sweet man at heart, and we’ve really grown to love each other. Enough so that…well.” She grinned. “You’ve got a nephew, Sacha.”

“A nephew?” Sacha’s eyes widened. “You have a baby?”

“Well, Sylveron’s not quite a baby anymore. He’s almost six. And he’s heard lots of bedtime stories about his brave auntie Sacha.” Falura held out one hand–surely she was allowed to touch a god, if that god was her sister. “Why don’t you come tell him some more?”

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happy third anniversary, i fear no fate!

as silly as it sounds, i just wanted to take a moment to celebrate that it's been three whole years since i started posting the story of my two silly dragons on AO3!

can you believe that i originally intended this to be a maximum of ten chapters, something to write just to get myself into writing again? i didn't think more than a handful of people would ever read it, much less like it or my elentari herself, but that didn't matter. the spark of inspiration i had for this fic (it was a case of "okay, i like the idea of this ship a lot, but i'm not writing a fic for them. ever. oh, somehow i've written part of an outline? and now i'm really invested? damn it") got me putting hands to my keyboard at a time where i thought all of my creativity had dried up for good, and for that, i'm forever grateful.

i'm also forever grateful that, while working on this story, i decided to stop being a fandom lurker for once in my life. without it, i wouldn't have met my wonderful friends and mutuals who continue to inspire me, so thank you all! thank you, too, to anyone who's ever taken the time to read, kudos, comment, or bookmark this story, and to anyone who's ever enjoyed these characters who've become so beloved to me! i'm so glad to have you along for the ride, and i'm looking forward to sharing what happens next! 💖

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Aaaaah thank you so much!! I love him!! 💛💙

That fire is so cool and I love the glow!!

THANK YOU!!

Y'ALL GIVE ME SOME REFS OF Y'ALL'S OCS TO DOODLE. JUST REBLOG WITH AN IMAGE OR WITH A LINK. I'M BORED I WANNA DRAWWWW

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Toardor is having an interview with a potential mentor for his training! Unfortunately, he keeps on putting him off. He constantly responds to his talking sword which, you know... only he can hear.

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Why are all my characters sighing or inhaling/exhaling loudly/quietly-?!?!?!?

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Always - though the final decision is up to you in the end and how you feel about it.

But so often we see a ton of faults and imperfections in our own art that nobody else sees or cares about. Deliberately posting art you're not entirely happy with can be a good way to confront your own perfectionism too, and to show the little voice that says "it's not good enough" that yes! It is good enough.

Chat, is it ok to post art you’re not 100% happy with?

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Working on a random fancy Ferevyn

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Thanks for tagging me, @moriche :D

Anyone and everyone is tagged if they'd like to participate :)

☆ First, search your name + [aesthetic] on pinterest and add the first 4 pics, then, name 5 fictional characters you'd marry in a heartbeat.

☆ Lastly, which position you sleep in.

The angels make sense, I guess, considering that my name is Heaven. However, weirdly, I am not religious nor do I come from a devout family.

☆ Then, name 5 fictional characters you'd marry in a heartbeat.

This one's hard because I like the idea of relationships more than being in one.

Martin (obviously), though I wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole because Sibylla is my bestest ever lil bb on all of Nirn (totally not biased).

Fenn, though again I wouldn't make any moves because I'm not pissing off the Vestige. I would not escape her pettiness lol.

Crysta from "Ferngully," 'cause that dude fumbled hard by leaving an idyllic jungle fairy kingdom to be human and do taxes.

Milo Thatch from "Atlantis: The Lost Empire," because he's a linguist with an interest in history.

My sleep-deprived ass can't remember his name, but for five I'm picking that charismatic blind guy from this old taped bad-good movie I watched growing up, "Quest for Camelot."

☆ Lastly, which position you sleep in.

Wherever I happen to be tired, face down under as many heavy blankets as possible. When I was younger I sometimes tried to sleep posed like a royal mummy after rolling myself up in a sheet, lmao.

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Seeing this way late but! I'd like to show off my pride and joy - Fear in a Handful of Dust.

It's a Morrowind novelisation, playing with and changing around bits of the storyline while keeping to the core of it. Lots of lore, lots of angst, and a tiny bit of art atop each chapter!

Featuring my very own Veryn as the main character - an Imperial City raised Dunmer who comes to realise that the Imperial Prison was only the start of his troubles.

also @ mutuals: can you pls share your tes fics with me. i know a lot of yall write and i want to read your fics. please. i beseech thee

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like i'm sorry but we as a fandom have to stay firm on our anti-AI values. we cannot suddenly start giving AI a pass when it's something we "want to see" like destiel kisses. it's not suddenly fine. we're not going to start using AI to make fanfic scenes come to life or audio AI to make characters "say" stuff we want to hear. you have GOT to be firm on your anti-AI stance. if you start making exceptions then suddenly anything will fly. fandom is for real art and creations made by real people. no AI fanfics. no AI art. no AI rendered "bonus" scenes. no AI audio. none of it has a place here.

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'' Τhe Swan Maiden " by John Bauer, 1908

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Got tagged by @changelingsandothernonsense! Thank you! No idea if you've been tagged already, but I'm tagging @hircines-hunter @tonakuma @skyrim-forever @scholarlyhermit and YOU. ☆ first, search your name + [aesthetic] on pinterest and add the first 4 pics

then, name 5 fictional characters you'd marry in a heartbeat

☆ lastly, which position you sleep in

The first image was sourced to pickmanscellar.tumblr.com, which doesn't exist anymore :(

I'm giving it a MORICHE AESTHETHIC SCORE of 1,5 out of 4. One for the cool Morrowind art, 0,5 for the sunrise.

☆ Fictional Characters I'd Marry In A Heartbeat:

So. That is the Official Overthinking Question(tm) of today. I uh, I'm gonna be a coward and skip this one!

☆ lastly, which position you sleep in

Flat on my back or curled up on my side, hugging either a pillow or a big plushie. Plushies are just cooler pillows after all.

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I wish I lived in the Anvil Lighthouse

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You’re married to your phone background/lockscreen how fucked are you

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You've been isekai'd into a fictional setting. Spin this wheel to find out which one.