#Bostoniangirl21

[ronkeyroo]

Stupid prompt idea: au where vilkas uses eyeglasses when he reads. Phd grumpy wolf

(induce serotonin for us going through final tests hell ;_;)

I gotchu fam 📚🤓

[esaari]

I saw someone reblogging your post of Phillip’s art at the College and that made me instantly follow you! 😊

Im adding all of them in my Hot Guy Crush collection and staring at them like this

aww thank you very kindly ❤️ im always very happy when people like my precious children

[draconicocelot]

Idk about greedfall, but let's give Eleanor and Sashi some minty chocolate ice cream 👀

Mint chocolate chip: Do they have any pet peeves?

Eleanor: Definitely skdhjd. Despite being very professional and cool under pressure, she does get silently angry very easily. She is bothered by those who assume they are better than everyone else, and she immediately humbles them by kicking their ass (either verbally or physically if needed skdjs). Basically her pet peeve is stupid people XDD

Sashi: While he is a very humble lad who doesn’t get angry easily, injustice reeeeeally sets him off. If he sees someone getting picked on or ganged up on he will immediately spring into action to stop it. This is why he treats everyone equally until they give him a reason to treat them differently. He doesn’t automatically assume anything about those he meets, but if they make a comment about him being a khajiit in a negative manner, the “peeved ears™️” come out (like the cat below skdjs) and he formulates responses accordingly. He doesn’t take personal offense to those insulting him because he is a khajiit, but he knows how that person treats others who are different, and that is his pet peeve.

[dirty-bosmer]

Wip Wednesday

Missed a couple weeks :') Thank you to @skyrim-forever @elavoria @theoneandonlysemla @lucien-lachance @sylvienerevarine and @bostoniangirl21 for tagging me recently. I've been a bit busy but I'm ready to catch up :)

Tagging you all forward and adding @justafoxhound @thequeenofthewinter @wispstalk @pocket-vvardvark @lady-iizsil @ladytanithia @vivifriend @moriche @oblivions-dawn

Some more weird Mathieu Bellamont angst bc I'm predictable and He. Almost done with the next chapter. Hopefully, I'll have it up next week 🤡

So you disavow what sweetness you cannot strangle from the fruits you grow, and there is little, you admit; so little sun stifles the flavor. The flesh of deceit is pulpy with a ferrous taste on the finish. Envy smacks of bittergreen and the pungent kick of bile. The anger is lean and stringy, and it sticks between your teeth so that you pull fibers from your molars days after the last bite. Consume too much of either, and you find they lose their flavor, returning in the morning to linger, acrid, twice as long. But the grief is your favorite because the grief never betrays you. The grief hits just as hard on the tenth sip as the first, so take your cup of sorrow, down it, let it breathe fresh lifelessness into your cheeks. On the far wall, the mirror flashes a face that looks more like Mother's everyday. Vellum thin. Lips the pale shade of a furrowed scar. Beneath your eyes, islets of bruise in a blue spider web of veins. Your grin splits like a picked scab, and it disgusts you, devastates you, but you have to stare. You have to smile. You have to laugh, or you’ll something else.

[thequeenofthewinter]

End of the Year Tumblr Wrap Up

I know it isn't New Year yet, so we aren't quite saying goodbye to 2024, but I'm trying to get ahead (and also not forget). I wanted to give just a little shout out to a couple of people who have been a true bright spot in my 2024 because of their writing, art, and in general, friendship. If you are looking for a few good and extremely talented people to follow in the TES community, you can find no better than these:

@oblivions-dawn @skyrim-forever @dirty-bosmer @hircines-hunter @bougainvillea-and-saltwater

@theoneandonlysemla @ladytanithia @pocket-vvardvark @firefly-factory @umbracirrus

@vivifriend @illumiera @bostoniangirl21 @bunniletto @changelingsandothernonsense

@avantegarda @yewphoric @throughtrialbyfire

Thank you all so very much for being genuinely wonderful people. (I am also sure that I am inevitably forgetting someone because I am a forgetful old lady, but if you [YES YOU!] are seeing this, I also appreciate you being here as well.)

[illumiera]

WIP Wednesday

thank you so much for the tags, @hircines-hunter, @umbracirrus, @theoneandonlysemla, and @sulphuricgrin! 💖

I don't have any art WIPs to show (yet.), but what I do have is an excerpt from the next chapter of i fear no fate (for you are my fate), which is now around halfway done! so, here's Miraak making a something of a Decision™️:

No sooner does Lucien steal out of the room than a soft, plaintive little sound tumbles from Elentari’s mouth. She’s shivering, Miraak realises then, chilled to the very marrow even beneath the heavy embroidered quilts; if he listens, he can hear the rapid chattering of her teeth from where he sits. The gentlest of fire spells he could possibly conjure, glowing like candlelight in the palm of a hand he could wrap around both of hers at once—that would warm her well enough, just as she must have warmed him at the shore of the frozen lake all those thousands of years in the past for him and mere hours ago for her. And yet, he can’t help but think with a rush of longing that sweeps away his breath, he would be able to warm her much, much more thoroughly if he were to climb in beside her, draw her close, and share the heat of his own body with her… Believe this of me, Elentari: I desire nothing from you that you are neither willing nor ready to give, he had sworn to her, and his resolution to never, ever give her cause to doubt his words stands steadfast as ever. But this—to do this wouldn’t be to ask anything of her, would it? It would be an offer of that aid which is in his power to lend, and he would expect nothing in return. “You have guarded me in so many of my dreams, mal dovahdin,” he murmurs to her as he inches back the covers. “Let me grant you the same comfort, if only for a single night.”

there! but of course, Elentari is sound asleep, isn't she? she definitely won't wake up and realise just who's keeping her warm, will she? not at all, not at all...

no pressure tags: @pinessydr @madam-whim @kiir-do-faal-rahhe @bostoniangirl21 @miraakulous-cloud-district @elavoria @bougainvillea-and-saltwater and @firebastardextraordinaire!

[pocket-vvardvark]

🎉 2024 wrap up! 🎉

Ty ty @skyrim-forever and @thequeenofthewinter for tagging me!!

I'd like to tag: @fangsandsoftgrass @hircines-hunter @aviel-the-trans-bucket @progmetol @lucius-the-sinful @scholarlyhermit @sanza-17 @madamefluffnstuff @theoneandonlysemla @rvnwtch @yewphoric @yansurnummu @sulphuricgrin @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @bostoniangirl21 @illumiera @kiir-do-faal-rahhe @firefly-factory and anyone else who would like to! I'm sorry, I'm sure my memory is forgetting someone 😔♥️♥️ but I love you all!! 😽♥️

1. Alethia in her glowy dress

2. Alethia being sad (rip queen)

3. Auntie Shana being a hot werewolf

4. Auntie Shana posing like a queen

5. Fennorian got...tied up in some vines 😈 (idea from @fangsandsoftgrass 😏)

Also just a note, I know I probably say this five trillion times, but I love this community. I love each and every single one of you for your kindness and ability to uplift, find inspiration, and be there for each other. Countless times during this year, I fell into a pit that I thought I couldn't crawl out of, and yet I did. While I give myself some credit, I don't think I would have found that light without interacting with someone else. Truly, I owe it to the community for staying strong. I love you guys xoxox 😽🫂🫂🫂

[skyrim-forever]

WIP Wednesday

It's another Wednesday people, let's see those wips. Tagged by the always incredible @changelingsandothernonsense (seeing Josh always improves my day <3) and I got tagged @bostoniangirl21 for a WIP whenever <3

Tagging: @dirty-bosmer @theoneandonlysemla @lucien-lachance @thequeenofthewinter @captain-of-silvenar @firefly-factory

@pocket-vvardvark @hircines-hunter @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @umbracirrus

Do I have two chapters I should be working on? Yes. Am I working on a silly little Post-Alduin/Pre-Happy Ending self-induglant fic instead? Absolutely :P Under the cut because suggestive, enjoy! 🧜‍♀️🧜‍♀️🧜‍♀️

“You went swimming often at home, did you?” 

“I did, whenever I was stressed; hence I’ve been in the water every day since returning.” She looks up at him with a soft smile, a memory coming into view. “When I was young I used to tell my father I wanted to grow up and be a mermaid.” He laughs. 

“A mermaid? Well, that’s quite the ambition.” 

“Oh I had a plan and everything, asked Father to find a wizard who could do it. I didn’t know how magic worked at the time so I thought wizards could do anything. And Father had a guy for everything, ergo he had a guy who could turn me into a mermaid.”

“Ah yes, there must be some type of alteration spell that could do that.” He leans down to kiss her, she notes that this is the first kiss he’s initiated this evening. Though appreciated of how gentle he’s being, so very grateful for him; how badly she wants more than just a kiss. “That’s very amusing of you.” He chuckles. “You’re certainly beautiful enough, I’m sure if I saw you out at sea I’d be easily fooled.”

“You would, would you?” An opportunity seems to be arising. “Do you think I could convince you to jump overboard? Plunge yourself into the sea to be with me?” She pulls him down, their lips meeting again. Carefully, she nibbles on the corner which only succeeds in making him break the kiss. 

His pupils are wide, glossy-eyed but he still shows concern. 

“Theodora, are you sure you want this? I am far from against it but I do not want you forcing yourself on my behalf. Last thing I want is to rush, forget myself and hurt you.” 

“I love your concern, Ondolemar; it’s what is making me want to. Knowing you’ll be so tender and slow.” Eyes are lidded for the next sentence. "I have beaten back the World-Eater, no mere mortal can hurt in a way that matters. Certainly not the likes of him." She grabs the front of his tunic. "And besides, I'd have to force myself not to want you, and as we know that is futile effort." The change in expression indicates he gives credence to her answer. 

“Is that so?” Another kiss, deeper and it makes her head spin. Yes. Despite the urge to sit back further, nearly laying down and pulling him on top of her, she doesn’t. He has a question to answer. 

“I believe I asked you a question.” 

“Hmm.” He steals another quick peck. “You did, you wanted to know if I’d throw myself overboard, so captivated by you by you I lose all sense of reason. 

“Yes.” She hums. 

“Well, you’ve bewitched me across the province, tempted me into closets while both of us are surrounded by our superior officers; it would seem I abandoned reason long ago. I think a better question is what I wouldn’t do for you?” He looks off into the distance. “To that which I do not know.” He turns back to her, barely hearing what he says as she’s so distracted by how the fire makes him glow. “So yes, you could probably get me to drown myself if you looked at me the right way.”

Between the warmth of the fire and his equally burning gaze, Theodora feels unbearably hot. Her eyes slowly move from him to the water. The light from Masser and Secunda makes the lake look so inviting, the summer breeze still warm despite the night. If he’d throw himself overboard then perhaps… Taking his hand she goes for it. 

“What are you doing?” Her boots are kicked off and then thrown back towards the fire. 

“I’m testing your claim.” 

“Do not tell me you expect me to get in the water with you, it’s likely teeming with slaughterfish.” She rolls her eyes, giggling.

“I’ll have you know they stay much further east in summer.”  

“Ah, so they are found here.” Hmmm, what was that he said? If I looked at him the right way? 

“If you’re too afraid of being an exotic snack to the creatures of Lake Illinata, you can stay here, love.” Tuning away from him, the stale tunic and brown trousers find their way to the ground. Though she normally forgoed smallclothes when home alone, particularly now as she couldn’t even be bothered with the rest of the world; the choice was proving even more fruitful when she turned back around. “But I’m going to cool off.” Fingers fleetingly touch his clothed chest before she enters her beloved lake. 

Facing him, she watches his eyes linger as the water envelopes her. It’s brisk and invigorating, but could be so much more so if she was not alone. 

“It’s lovely in here, Ondolemar.” Laying on her back, Theodora continues taunting him. “Why don’t you come join me?” Slipping beneath she submerges herself, finding so much peace in the quiet below. Popping back up, hair flipping overhead, she looks at him the right way. That much is evident as he removes his own clothes, casting them aside to wade through the water. As he approaches, the wanting expression creates quite the contrast with his words. 

“So this will be how I die.”

[bougainvillea-and-saltwater]

WIP WEDNESDAY!

HELLO, many of my beloved mutuals tagged me in their snippets and WIP Wednesdays these days, and I can't thank you all enough for this, @kiir-do-faal-rahhe, @bostoniangirl21, @illumiera, @hircines-hunter, @skyrim-forever! 🧡 So, I thought it was the perfect chance to share something from chapter 22 of The Priest and the Dragoness...

Then, at the very crescendo of the fever, something strange happens. Instead of the howl of the wounded and rabid beast Jia was sure she’d cry as a devastated, furious rejoinder, Words of Power come out. They burst forth unbidden, unconscious from the shelter of her teeth, as though her very dragon soul has just equally enough and taken over without seeking the input of her reason, roaring through her human mouth. It’s like Solstheim all over again, but this time, it is not Storm Call that echoes from her depths. “TIID KLO!” The world stands still. Yet, as a newfound turn of her Voice’s reach, this stillness is not equally shared by all. Because the Second can feel everything with terrible clarity—time crawling as slowly as the rolling of a dewdrop on a mossy tree trunk, and the tapestry of space ripping out its yarns, leaving only a flimsy, dark shroud outstretching around him—a darkness of a familiar place nonetheless, for he’s been there before. Northwatch Keep. Hawk-swift, he whips his head around, left-right, left-right, left-right… and then��and then he sees her. At the end of the pitch-black corridor, with a lone sliver of light bathing her, a pure and pale aura shimmering in the gloaming, though beneath the purity, there is also something—something raw, bloody, with nerve endings hanging out all over the place, sharp and piercing like the most vicious fire straight from the bottomless pits of hell, and her eyes— —her eyes are bleached. Same as then, when he tortured her. Same as her father’s, when he tortured him. Pupils and irises there are not. Only two white moons. “You will not live to see the eye of your God.” She opens her mouth but her lips are unmoving and her voice… Auriel have mercy on him, her voice is dissonant and layered with someone—something?—else’s he’s dreaded to pinpoint. “Your heart burned. The fire seethed you from the inside. It crawls through your lungs before your breaths turn to ashes in your mouth. You blast inside out, and your maimed members scattered and melted. Until there is nothing left of you but bones.” His eyes widen. These… words! He—he recognizes them! He’s been—he’s been told before by— “You are dying.” She prophesies, weaving past, present, and future words like a myriad of astral spools of her mind. And for one time in this life of his, full of power and control, Caranthir feels fear for his sinful soul. “You died in the fire of your own veins and snow falls on top and covers you in a shroud of white. You did not run. You will not run. You cannot run.” He looks down— —his boots within a pool of blood; stuck, like trapped in quicksand. She laughs. “Shut up,” he whispers as he sinks. “S-Shut up, shut up, you witch!” And Elettra laughs harder.

There, Jia and her Beloathed Thalmor Enemy having a Real Moment™. Definitely inspired by Helaena's prophecy to Aemond from HotD���Jia's being Cassandra here...👀

I tag: @oblivions-dawn, @miraakulous-cloud-district, and @thequeenofthewinter and everyone who wishes to share something—don't forget to tag me back so I can see it! 🥰

[miraakulous-cloud-district]

HA! SURPRISE WIP WEDNESDAY!! 🐸

In which it is *me* that's the most surprised about the fact that not only do I have something to share, but I am also initiating the tag game. 😌

WE FINALLY HAVE THE FROG!RAVVY LORE! And a glimpse into Ravvy's youth and college friends. They make me so terribly emotional and I want to write a whole-ass prequel about them and the shenanigans they did as students.

*

“What?” Moria asks, her voice muffled by her cigarette. Ah, yes, the smoking healer, truly a work of ironic art.

“We need your help-” Syndolin starts to say, brows furrowed and clearly trying to mask his concern.

“-I TURNED RAVVY INTO A FROG!” Rolis interrupts him.

“You what?!” She asks, but before she can slap the living Oblivion out of the young mage, she can hear a ribbit, then another… then another, and it’s coming from… Syndolin’s pocket?

“I swear if this is a prank-”

“Trust me, I wish it was…” Syndolin mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration and reaching into his pocket, very gingerly retrieving a milk frog. 

Moria takes a deep breath as reality sets in. Those green eyes clearly betray their owner. It is indeed destruction adept Ravonna, for some reason. “Why?”

“I just wanted to practice! And this was not the intended result, I promise you.”

“And what exactly was the intended result?” 

“I wanted to swap their looks…” he vaguely gestures to where Syndolin is holding Frog Ravonna to his chest.

“Aaand that’s where you come in, right? You fucking enabler.” She points to the Altmer.

“Who am I to stop the inevitable progression of magic? Besides, she wanted to do it even more than me.”

“THAT IS NOT THE POINT! You know spell-brewing is forbidden without supervision, and PEER EXPERIMENTATION IS EVEN MORE FORBIDDEN! It the most forbiddenest thing!” 

“Croak!” 

“Oh, you shut it!”

*

To give a twinge of context: they're probably in their second or third year as mage students in Vivec. Moria studies the school of Restoration, while Rolis studies Illusion. They're both dunmer. Syndolin and Ravonna are both in the Destruction Magic school. My headcanon is that once enrolled in the Mage College, you need to chose a major specialization and focus on that. While these 4 have different majors, they still have plenty of courses in common.

The writing is wonky and kind of bad, but I wanted to share this with y'all :')

Sorry if some of you already did this. I am still very much out of the loop, but trying my best to squeeze back into this fandom.

Also, Moria is not named after the One Piece character, she is named after a dwarf power metal song I've been obsessing with. And while it is the name of the old forgotten Dwarven city in LOTR, the name sounds very Dunmer-ish to me.

Tagging @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @hircines-hunter @dirty-bosmer @nerevar-quote-and-star @illumiera @kiir-do-faal-rahhe @bostoniangirl21

[oblivions-dawn]

I Made Myself Cry

YEBLO. I have been so very insanely busy with no energy to write away on my chapter--HOWEVER. There is something I've been wanting to share, and it's the existence of the Volkihar portrait that I hinted at whenever that was. Because it hurt me and now I'm going to hurt all of you ❤ Thank you to all the wonderful snipes by @thequeenofthewinter @yewphoric @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @umbracirrus @dirty-bosmer @bostoniangirl21 and @hircines-hunter YOU'RE ALL AWESOME AND I LOVE SEEING ALL OF YOUR WIPS <3 Anyway. This is still from my forever-WIP with Valerica, which is slowly but surely . . . getting there. Needless to say, she's also not coping well WHEEZE I hope you enjoy it--and hopefully I can share something with our favourite redhead next time!

An unnatural chill settled over Valerica as her eyes swept the room with critical disdain. The ghosts of her memories, although faded with time, still lingered here. She silently chastised herself, for she should’ve known better than to expect otherwise. Eventually, her citrine scrutiny was drawn to the beautiful yet dusty vanity. Propped against it and haphazardly covered with an old tablecloth was a painting that she knew all too well. Against her better judgement, she hesitantly approached it, then took the cloth and gave it a soft tug. It slipped off the intricately carved frame too easily, and revealed what had long laid hidden underneath.

A family portrait stared back at her. Her husband’s dark eyes were tinged with a warmth that pained her to see, his usually stern expression brightened by the slightest grin, his hair loose as his hands rested on his wife’s shoulders. She glanced over her own painted face, her deep diopside irises glittering, her smile bright, her black hair braided over her shoulder. And in her arms . . .

A small, pale babe, wrapped in a dusty rose blanket, with a head full of dark hair and dravite eyes wide with wonder. Their daughter; her daughter. Serana.

Her breath caught in her throat. Tears welled and cascaded down her cheeks. She pressed the back of her hand to her mouth to stifle her sobs, the tablecloth clenched in a deathlike grip between her fingers.

Valerica could blame Harkon all she wanted for tearing them apart, but it would never change the past. It would never undo the harm she had done a millennia ago.

It would never bring Serana back to her.

[ronkeyroo]

Saturn meeting the Twin Planets™️

Im sorry i had to do it 😭

Anyways, its so good to see you back with a new blorbo to your collection 🫂💖

WAAHHH NANIII Thank you so much my friend ;_;) Life goes on and the blorbo collection grows....This time its silly Pokemon Shenanigans, with crazy SPACE NERDSSSSS no less muAHAHAH

[hircines-hunter]

WIP Whenever

Tagged by @bostoniangirl21

Hi. So I talked briefly about a 3rd story for Sifkni after I finish Blood Moon. It’ll be called Clash of Claw and Steel and it’ll be about a new group of Werewolf Hunter group >:3c I am ready to write this. Here have the prologue!

Gonna tag @umbracirrus @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @thequeenofthewinter @mavariel @vivifriend

@theoneandonlysemla @skyrim-forever @sulphuricgrin @illumiera and anyone else that wants to do this.

Smoke infiltrated her nostrils. Sifkni turned her head. Heavy black smoke rose from the skyline. From Whiterun. Jorrvaskr?

Panic.

Her heart thudded against her chest. She feared it would leap out.

It pounded loudly in her head.

Her body moved but not fast enough. Even as Whiterun grew closer it was so far. Too far.

It was like Kodlak all over.

A crowd.

The blood.

Sifkni pushed her way through the crowd.

Her heart dropped.

A scream.

Her scream.

“We no longer have any need for you, Dragonborn. Nor the Companions.”

Sifkni crumpled to the ground, sobbing. She looked around. Death. Destruction. All the Companions. She crawled to a mutilated figure. She could only tell it was Farkas by his scent. She wept on his chest.

“Any last words?”

“You’ll rue the day you messed with Hircine’s Champion.” A sword blade touched her neck and moved away. It slammed into her throat, slicing through flesh, sinew, and bone.

[umbracirrus]

WIP Wednesday-!! 💛

So, today's WIP is, as with last time, from the next chapter of The Perfect Storm. I've tried to dip my toes into writing some action, some violence, as Elyse and Lydia clear Fort Greymoor. It's not something I'm used to writing so I'm admittedly a bit nervous sharing it, but it's something I'm wanting to practice as action is going to gradually start picking up in the fic. It's going to be under the read more. 😊

Tagged for WIPs recently by @hircines-hunter, @bostoniangirl21 and @skyrim-forever

Tagging @thequeenofthewinter, @oblivions-dawn, and anyone who wants to share a WIP, but no obligations to share anything if you don't want to! <3

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Elyse quickly stepped to the side as an axe cut through the air beside her, before turning as quickly as she could and catching the bandit’s torso with her sword. Much to her chagrin, it seemed to do little more than aggravate them beyond leaving a trail of blood across their chest. In retaliation, they threw their axe to the ground, and made the most of the little distance between them and grab her arm and pull it behind her back, forcing her to dispel her blade. Another arm wrapped itself about her neck, and led to the bandit laughing as she stopped focussing on her other weapon.

For a brief moment, panic set in, memories of what had happened in the past almost paralysing her. However, it was their next remark which helped her fight through the building fear.

“The little Dragonborn is nothing without her fancy weapons! Hah!”

 Her brow furrowed, before letting out a quiet laugh.

No, she didn’t need a ‘fancy weapon’ at all.

Her free hand was quick to reach for the dagger which she had concealed at her hip, and before her assailant could even realise what she was doing, she had quickly stabbed at them, her blade embedding itself deeply between their ribs. A staggered gasp escaped their lips as their grasp momentarily tightened, before she found herself being released.

A shaky exhale escaped her as she then turned around, and retrieved her dagger as they lurched backward, then fell onto the ground with a pained groan.

After wiping the blood off the dagger, she sheathed it once more and conjured her swords yet again.

She needed to be more conscious of her surroundings.

As she began to look to see where any more of the bandits were, she heard a desperate cry from atop the walls of the fort, and turned her head in that direction just to witness another of the bandits falling to Lydia’s arrows.

Good. They were making progress.

Rapid footsteps began approaching her from one of the fort’s doors at that point, so she turned around and ducked down as a sword swung in her direction. It narrowly missed the top of her head, but failing to make an impact made them stumble and lose their footing. She took advantage of that as she stood up straight, and slashed at them with her own swords. She managed to draw blood from their arm, which resulted in her being cursed out. That distraction to yell cost them greatly, as the next place her sword struck was their leg, sending them crashing to the ground mere feet from the other she had killed. There was no way that they would be able to get back up after that.

She momentarily closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply.

This was for Whiterun. Many of their number had escaped prisons, escaped the law. They had already killed dozens. It wasn’t that she was killing these criminals because she could, this was a matter of safety, a matter of life and death for anyone who passed through the hold. She needed to do this.

She re-opened her eyes, a renewed vigour as she glanced around to see what was left to clear the fort. She could count… seven more people, though she was uncertain as to whether any more were hiding inside. She doubted it, but it would still be worth a search through when everyone outside were dealt with.

She could do this.

[dirty-bosmer]

Wip Wednesday

tagged by @skyrim-forever and by @theoneandonlysemla @thequeenofthewinter @lady-iizsil last week. Thank you <3 As always I love seeing what everyone's working on :) posting before work and will catch up on lunch break heheh

Tagging: @justafoxhound @elavoria @ladytanithia @unironicallytes @gilgamish @tallmatcha @sheirukitriesfandom @lucien-lachance @stormbeyondreality @bostoniangirl21

Chipping away at chapter 2 of post-applewatch Lucien/Nim smutchaos. He's slowly discovering that his girlfriend is the Daedric Prince of Madness and he's uh... not happy about it :)

Mountain air and forest musk. Sharp sting of pine on wind-chafed skin. Past the battlements of Fort Farragut, the sunlight grasps at all it can touch, scours the world until it’s clean, gilded and glimmering. Lucien has seen enough of Tamriel to know that this is as close to paradise as he’ll ever be again, so he breathes it deep, permitting himself only a moment of idle fantasy, where alone, he dreams of the life that he’s since left behind. One with the security afforded by the familiar title of Speaker, one where he still knew with certainty what Sithis wanted of him. One where he didn’t question the power he’d rightfully earned. The life before he met her.  But now? Now as Listener, bearing the highest honor that can be bestowed, he’s become frayed, unfinished, a stranger to himself. Now when the Brotherhood needs him the most, doubt rots him at the root, hollows him out in the xylem. And it sickens him, revolts him, and he knows this isn’t him, knows in his bones that this weakness comes from powers beyond comprehension. Strange magic she's infected him with— she's changed. She changes him, for he has never been this man, and it’s her fault. Hers. The sin no prayer will deliver. The poison he’d have to let himself bloodless to relieve. Him and his Silencer who's no longer his Silencer, growing together like lichen, alike in that desire makes them even more frightening. How they want so completely. How their love consumes all. Even here, hundreds of miles from their home in Bravil, he can’t escape it. Trapped in the whirl of it, he watches himself orbit about her as if hovering a foot above his head. Lucien's fists strain against the railing, because he is the Listener; he is not this man. Duty comes before all and if she threatens it, she'll reap the consequence, and yet he knows, in his bones, that he'll return to her out of instinct, some animal inclination, by some foreign presence inside him. Inhuman and shapeless, unable to vanquish the final act of longing, he opens his heart to her like a fresh wound. Like something torn apart. 

It's them.

[vivifriend]

WIP Wednesday

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I have had serious Brynjolf/Karic brainrot this week month. So, have a snippet from a fic that won't be published until Snowflake's Chance is like 8-10 chapters further from now. 😂 (Karic is Lewin's uncle)

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He was stewing. He knew he was stewing. But the information Brynjolf had shared sat on his chest like a crushing weight. Has he faced what he went through before? Shared it with anyone? Or did it all unstopper with his coming here?

"Tell me again how you met this man," Sorais said, a tiny smirk on his face.

Flicking his gaze to his, he shook his head. "Not in the mood, Sorais," he said shortly.

"I'm almost surprised Ileana agreed to his accompanying us," he responded, glancing where their sister was directing a few servants, indicating which coach each box belonged to.

"She knows we need as much information as possible."

"You really trust him?"

He nodded. "I have no reason not to."

"Karic. You met him at a Thieves Guild front," he responded, amusement threaded in his scent. "You have plenty of reason not to trust him."

"How is Emilie doing?" he asked, glancing where his sister-in-law was speaking quietly to the driver of the carriage she and Sorais would share.

"Tired. You know she's not a morning person."

"And travel takes a lot out of her," he said. "I know. That's why I'm asking."

He nodded. "Fair enough. Got a letter from the triplets. They're nervous about leading the caravan but Corwin said the instructions you left were more detailed than they expected." He frowned. "I didn't realize you had left them instructions."

"Of course I did," he responded. "Your children have good instincts. But they can be a bit nervous about listening to them. So, I gave them information about everything they were most likely to run into."

"Corwin said that Zyll and Kaye were excited about it after reading them. Said it stopped Myn from harping on them."

"Then I did my work well." If this trip goes well for them then I won't be needed anymore. A sobering thought. Pensively, he folded his arms, leaning back against the inn wall, staring at the cobble.

"What did your new 'friend' tell you that has you so withdrawn today?"

"Sobering warnings about the woman leading the Vaerminan cult," he responded honestly. He blames himself even though he knows the luck was soured. I could smell it. But I can't blame him.

"Troubling," he said. "You'll share when we get to Cheydinhal?"

He nodded, looking up fast when he caught a familiar scent.

Sorais clicked his tongue. "Don't tell me you're catching feelings for a thief, Karic."

Ignoring him, he moved toward Brynjolf. "You made good time," he said, stepping in close to him, noting by the scent that he'd touched up the dye in his hair. I'd like to see his natural color. But I understand he worries that one of the cultists will recognize him.

"I've managed to learn the city in between other activities," he said genially, smirking down at him when he flushed slightly. "Not ashamed of me, are you lad?" he asked gently, his tone and scent probing.

"Not at all," he promised. "Come on. You'll ride with Ileana, Dra'ri and I."