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Arkanis
Or me wanting to make a render themed for a fic. Also promoting it again...because I can....and then song inspo um.... extra shite under a cut and all that.
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It's WIP Whenever Time Again!
Hi. So Wednesday arrived ridiculously fast, didn't it?
I've been tagged for this by the amazing @saltymaplesyrup, @oblivions-dawn and @thequeenofthewinter! Thanks for reminding me what day it was, I was completely unaware LOL
Tagging the fantastic @paraparadigm, @thana-topsy, @changelingsandothernonsense, @snippetsrus, @wildhexe, @elfinismsarts, @nuwanders, @miraakulous-cloud-district, @throughtrialbyfire, @expended-sleeper, @kookaburra1701, @archangelsunited, @dirty-bosmer, @viss-and-pinegar, @ladytanithia, @polypolymorph, @gilgamish, @tallmatcha, @rainpebble3, @late-nite-scholar, @greyborn2 and YOU -- yes, I know I haven't caught all of you in my tags, but I do wanna hear from you, so feel free to tag me back!
I have been BUSY lately with tons of prompts and some ask answers in prose and so I have a smattering of WIP fragments from different projects. SOME are gonna be sequel and/or spoiler territory for World. I'll mark them! Below the cut! THERE IS A LOT. 845 words or so, total.
1) In the Woods Somewhere - a ghost story told about an alternate version of Valenwood where the Wild Hunt went horribly wrong. 145 words.
They tower over all around them, monsters ever shifting from creature to terror and back again, mindless in their fury. All antler, exposed bone, sharp fangs and strips of rotting flesh held together with vines and thorns. If the pallid light of the bioluminescent fungi hits their talons just right, it might look like ebony daggers. But these? They are far sharper, designed to rend flesh from bone—to leave you as nothing but fertilizer for the soil in which new, gnarled trees might grow. There is no care—only malice, forms twisted by violence and starvation. In the darkness, all you can see is the red of their eyes which never leave you as you wander. They stalk through the night as if all living things are prey—as if all that remain in their realm have been deemed the enemy.
And they do not hunt alone.
2) By The Break of Dawn - A collab with @thequeenofthewinter and, for the art side of things, @thana-topsy (: Spooky, Doomed World sort of chaos. 182 words.
[Lydia] struck in the opening Uldwin had given her. She threw all of her fury behind the one movement she’d have time for. That which gave her the strength to drive her sword through his spine was not Aedric in origin, but she would take it, if it meant ending Uldwin’s suffering. She could almost hear Meridia cackle as the holy fire erupted from Dawnbreaker, enveloping his corpse. The stench of dry, burning flesh seared her nostrils and made her eyes water worse. Tears trailed through the ashes and dirt on her face as that which once had been Uldwin collapsed onto the floor at her feet. She withdrew Dawnbreaker with a sickening crunch which turned her stomach. The icy light where his eyes should have been blinked out. It was just as it had always been when fighting draugr.
Uldwin had been more than a draugr, though. He was her brother, in all ways that mattered. Neloth had taken him from her, and now it was time to pay for his crimes. Lydia would not let him escape her ire again.
3) And I'd Like To Say You're Never on My Mind - a fragment in Athis's POV, and is a SPOILER for World. 135 words.
“But you’d already made your choice long before.”
Amazing how easy it was to weaponize words. These, too, cut him as he spoke. He watched as she struggled and failed to hold back more tears. She could have just said instead of leaving him alone in what had once been their home to pace nervously, imagining the million ways she could’ve died. He felt hollow, but resisted once again the urge to wrap her in his arms. She didn’t need another chance. He’d given too many, and lost too much of himself in the process.
Nyenna did, at least, have the courtesy to nod. She swallowed hard. “I’m so sorry, Athis. I didn’t mean—”
“—you did. You did mean it. Because you always had a choice. And each time you chose anyone else but me.”
4) Untitled Sequel - Teldryn's POV observing his daughter, Eris Sero, after being away from her for three years. Spoilers for World and the Sequel itself. 183 words.
“Ata!” she said with her usual bright smile. Her voice was slightly deeper than the last time he’d seen her, with more of a Winterhold brogue than he’d ever get used to. She regarded him briefly with her one good eye, its vermilion color brought out by the wine red of her mage's robes, then turned her dark eye to him. The grin faltered for a second, and then she reasserted it, shaking her head as if to dislodge a thought. Unnerving, whenever that happened. She dropped her bag there by the railing and rushed to him.
“Hla’sil,” he sighed, and enveloped her in his arms. She’d braided back her white hair, but, just like her mother’s, curls always escaped. He flattened out the shock of black strands that tended to fall into her face and kissed the top of her head. She’d only just turned twenty eight. What was that in human years? Gods, but time didn’t make any sense and passed like the flowing of a river. Ninteen, or there about. Too young for this kind of chaos. She’d always been.
5) Untitled Sequel - Eris's POV on another character, Nammu, technically not an OC. (: Spoilers, major spoilers, for this sequel. 200 words.
The Vision this time didn’t really match the ascetic monk sitting cross-legged before her now, but that didn’t matter much. She knew there was something other about him, even though he pretended to be just another Ashlander wanderer. He had magic, though, and, as Alma would say, the more of that, the better. Ata, she knew, would wholeheartedly disagree. In fact, her mere suggestion of Nammu meeting Ata back at the inn in New Balmora would likely cause problems. She just had a feeling about it, coming from the same place as the memories earlier. Weird.
Nammu stretched as he stood, leaning on a plain wooden staff. Unenchanted. Uncle Neloth would have tutted, calling it a wasted resource, but he was not here now. Nothing on Nammu was actually enchanted at all, come to think of it. Not the plain brown cloak, or the simple linen clothes, nor the dust covered boots. Not even the two lacquered wooden amulets he wore around his neck, one each with the Daedric symbols Ayem and Seht burned into them respectively. Maybe he meant to enchant them eventually. They looked more like mementos, to be perfectly honest, but she was not about to pry.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Elder Scrolls, Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Original Dunmer Character(s) (Elder Scrolls), misc background characters, Original Male Dunmer Character(s) (Elder Scrolls), Original Characters, Original Female Dunmer Character(s) (Elder Scrolls), Massarapalibbi of Clan Ouaduhr, Nileyransi of Clan Ouaduhr Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, sibling shenanigans, Ashlanders (Elder Scrolls), Nileyransi is a menace but we love her, Massara is a Living Lie Detector, Bandits & Outlaws, emotional magic, Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Slice of Life to Hurt/No Comfort, Ashlander Culture, Ashlander Funerary Rites, Dunmer Culture (Elder Scrolls), Running Away, This is set between Oblivion and Skyrim, but because of Dunmer focus Morrowind has been tagged, Its set very timelessly tbh Series: Part 1 of Follow Me Into the Endless Night Summary:
When you're young, the days go from good to bad in a blink of an eye. A simple day of intended mischief with his sister led Massara into one of the worst experiences of his life, and pushed him to a drastic decision that would change his life forever.
I DID IT! I FINALLY HAVE FIC OF MASSARA TO SHARE! (even if its when hes babey)
#tes#elder scrolls#the elder scrolls#skyrim#morrowind#dunmer#tes fic#tes writing#my writing#my art#my ocs#massarapalibbi#nileyransi#skyrim fic#morrowind fic
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[Voryn] hears Nerevar shifting in the bath, coming closer to him. He tries not to smile because he knows what Nerevar wants. Sure enough, he feels a strong hand on his thigh and hot breath on his neck before Nerevar’s lips meet the skin under his ear. Nerevar kisses him gently, his hand inching closer to Voryn’s navel. Voryn’s eyes remain closed, enjoying the way he can feel Nerevar trying to hold back his hunger for his lover. Nerevar’s energy is easy to read, even with his eyes closed. The Hortator is practically vibrating with anticipation, knowing what this will lead to.
from the nerevoryn pwp fic "linger sweetly all the same" i wrote for @scribcabbagenthusiast
#i can't stop writing nerevoryn fic and i am not sorry about it#nerevoryn#my fic#tes fic#elder scrolls fic#tesblr#nerevar#voryn dagoth#indoril nerevar#morrowind fic#kinda???
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Fear in a Handful of Dust - Chapter 20: All That We See Or Seem
Veryn speaks to Nibani - and realises he needs to relay that conversation to Sharn in turn. Rating: M Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort. Gen with a sprinkling of romance. Summary:
Convict. Blade. Telvanni. Nerevarine. ▲ ▼ ▲ He’d been branded an outcast, left to rot in a cell for years. So when Veryn was offered a deal — to work for the Blades and serve out the remainder of his sentence in Morrowind — he took it with both hands. Yet as the Sixth House continues to rise, Veryn ends up tangled deep within a web of foreign spies, twisted cults and strange dreams. Ever haunted by the ghosts of Cyrodiil, he has no choice to carve out a new beginning within the harsh, alien surroundings of Vvardenfell. An epic, tightly plotted Morrowind novelisation about politics, friendship and trauma - and about finding yourself in the gray maybe. Currently updating roughly every month.
Chapter Art: Fineliner on paper, 6x6 cm.
Excerpt:
The passage brought him to a cavernous room, easily the size of an Imperial basilica. Despite the extensive amount of space around him, the smooth, creamy walls seemed to press in on Veryn, threatening to bury him alive. He could not shake a sense of wrongness about the architecture: the floor, walls and ceiling all connected seamlessly, with nary a corner in sight. Multiple corridors branched off to the left and right at regular paces, their paths curving slightly downward, and it seemed as if he were standing within the hollowed sternum of some ancient beast, come to rest here in a time long past. A dull buzzing filled his ears, a humming drone that echoed through the cave — and then a heartbeat, thudding along with his own, accompanied by the skittering of a million tiny legs. For a moment, Veryn stood frozen as thousands of beetles swarmed the walls around him, turning bone to glistening lacquer, thorax and elytra marked with the sigil of the Sixth House. Heartrate spiking, blood draining from his face, he Recalled, catching a glimpse of three glowing sparks, peering at him from the depths of Mamaea. Brother, the Sharmat whispered within his mind. Kin. Servant.
#morichesfic#morichedraws#tes#tesblr#elder scrolls#tes art#elder scrolls art#tes oc#the elder scrolls#morrowind#morrowind fanfiction#elder scrolls fanfiction#fanfiction#tes fanfic#tes fic#morrowind fic#oc: veryn
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TESfest day 2: golden
Your dreams are haunted by a figure with a golden mask.
Irinwe has been through a lot of iterations since 2015. I think she was originally supposed to be a companion to my then-nerevarine, Knives, but the two of them pretty quickly turned into this inseparable duo I started calling my "two nerevarines in a trenchcoat"
#yans art#tesfest24#morrowind#nerevarine#irinwe#also fun fact originally she had a different 'I' name that is shared with another certain anxious mage from a fic from around that time#but I was early enough with her as a character when I found out that changing her name wasn't rly a big deal#I found some old sketches with Knives where I refer to her as that and I was like OOPS LMAO
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godryn for @unknownhomosapien for artfight!!!
this look isnt on artfight. but i love how he looks with short hair. we love a guy who will chop all his hair off due to a mental breakdown
i. did the lighting but didnt have an idea for the bg. so unfortunately this is all i got jgerbgherhg. i still think he looks very handsome though
#my art#artfight#morrowind#i love this guy#i cant wait to see more from his fic#also i think im finally getting back in the grove of making art gbgherbgher
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I see people ship their characters with Daedric Princes, or at least simp and/or thirst very hard for them coughNocturnalcough but like what about the Aedra? The Divines? Yeah, no one wants to ship their character with Talos. I understand. But there are other options! Dibella-shaped options! And Stendarr, okay? I like Stendarr. And Arkay. And I know you all love Kyne/Kynareth, don't lie!
#where's the dibella/f!ldb fic#do i have to do EVERYTHING#look i know some of them are problematic but actually all of them are in some way and i don't just mean the aedra i mean the daedra too okay#but we ship anyway#the only one who doesn't get a pass is molag bal who is horrible and gets no fun shipping times because i hate him#mod post#tes#the elder scrolls#skyrim#oblivion#morrowind#AND LIKE WE KNOW FROM MORROWIND THAT THE AEDRA CAN MANIFEST A PRESENCE ON TAMRIEL IT'S NOT THAT FAR OF A REACH#and even if it were has that ever stopped you people?#by talos this can't be happening#divines#aedra#daedric princes#dibella#stendarr#arkay#mara#kyne#kynareth#akatosh#julianos#zenithar#nocturnal#talos
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REPOSTOBER, DAY 27: Moon and Star
A collection of drawings with my Nerevarine, Raelin. TW! this post has some TES-headcanons which might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but please, don’t judge a woman by her headcanons
After her mother died, Raelin became a street performer in the Imperial City. She was a young girl when she got captured by the imperial guards and thrown into the dungeon alongside with another dunmer, for a thing she didn't do. A day after she found herself on a ship sailing to Morrowind, even though she was born and raised in Cyrodiill and has never been to Vvardenfell.
She arrived to Seyda Neen and then the Morrowind storyline begins.
During the Morrowind storyline, she got infected by corprus. She was barely herself by the time she reached Tel Fyr. Divayth Fyr saved her life, and she got so fascinated with him, that it became an obsession. The girl was madly in love and at the same time she was repulsed by the fact that he cloned himself four times and married the clones, so she never approached him. Not only he had four clones of himself, he also managed to clone Raelin while she was recovering from corprus, using her cells. He kept that fact a secret, knowing that she would never forgive him.
Raelin receiving the Moon and Star from Azura in the Cavern of the Incarnate:
Raelin by the Red Mountain:
Raelin in Balmora:
During the Morrowind storyline, Raelin became a part of house Telvanni, though she still preferred using staff as a pole weapon and the theory of magic fascinated her a lot more than the spells she could use in battle. She planned going on an expedition to Akavir, but the Oblivion Crisis prolonged her stay in Morrowind for a few years. She finally managed to leave during the Red Year. Her ship was sailing in the sea when the catastrophe happened. She knew what happened from a vision she got: she helplessly watched the destruction of Vivec, Ald'ruhn and Balmora crumble into dust. Her ship got into a terrible storm and wrecked apart: none of the crewmembers and the expeditioners survived, but her. Corprus changed her body forever: she became a lot stronger, more agile than regular dunmer, immune to any decease, being able to recover a lot faster and survive such damage that would kill a regular person. She survived on an Island and it took her forever to get to Akavir, but eventually, she did. She lived in a tiny shack in the middle of nowhere, the years flew by. In horror, she realised that she never aged. Her body remained young, the terrible injuries she got during the shipwreck didn't leave a single scar on her body. She most likely coundn't have children anymore. She was scared and devastated, she lost everything she loved, she lost her land, her people, and she also felt like she've lost herself.
She still has visions. She dreamed of the past and of the nearest future, and the Tang Mo, who, at first, were disturbed by her presence on their land, started to see her as a shaman, a wise woman, even though she was significantly different from them. She eventually made friends among them. One night, she had a vision: a daedra appearing out of nowhere somewhere at the bog, in a form of a man. She went out to search from him and found him and saw that he is no daedra, but a white haired mer, covered in blood and mud. Here's a bunch of post-Morrowind concepts:
Champion of Cyrodiil/Hero of Kwatch post: here
And some Nerevarine/Champion stuff under cut:
#the elder scrolls#repostober#digital art#fantasy art#fantasy#tes morrowind#the elder scrolls: morrowind#dunmer#female nerevarine#nerevarine#champion of cyrodiil#hero of kvatch#do not shame a woman for her fics
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Godryn felt a strange tremble inside the amulet. Or it was his own hand? Could have sworn that there were voices, but it was hard to understand what they said.
He also remembered, that masked man gave him the same one in the dream few nights ago. It was a type of situation, when Godryn had no idea what to do.
His foresight powers got unusually stronger since arrival to Vvanderfell.
He got too much attention from the people, like they afraid of him.
Masked man actually helping him to understand, who is he really are.
And damn amulet, that was thrown away, because voices are too loud in his head. Because its new question with no answer.
Au, where everything was the same, except Voryn and Nerevar got different endings in the battle of Red Mountain. Godryn Ovathur, the incarnation of Voryn Dagoth, decided to start a new life in Morrowind, a motherland of his ancestors, but he did not expect WHO they were.
•Nerevar being sharmat, but he is not identify himself as god actually, more like being blessed to save people of Morrowind from traitors
•House Dagoth actually awake only because Dagoth' descendants. Its them being capable to spread coprus
•Nerevar "recruiting" only Dissident Priests and ashlanders. Instead of nightmares he shows what could be if Tribunal and Empire wasn't in rule. Yea, basically roasting them, lmao
#morrowind#tes#the elder scrolls#reverse au#indoril nerevar#voryn dagoth#dagoth ur#nerevoryn#kinda experemented with style and dont like it actually ahhdhahsha#well at least clothes look okay like i wanted#i wish to write a fic but im not a good english speaker#maybe I'll wrote more or if someone ask questions ab au#yeah im lazy sorry#my art
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Since I'm just going full ham with Arkanis
have all the art that relates to the topic of Incarnates fucking around Kogoruhn.
and a link to the first part (2 is still in beta and 3 is being written)
#my art#my writing#arkanis#Morrowind fic#morrowind fanart#morrowind#teldryn sero#danger!josh#dunmer#the elder scrolls#nerevarine#kogoruhn#Ashlander#Urshilaku#Ashlander lore#erra ilaba'andul#elder scrolls#TES#tesblr#tes fanart
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Amaranthine
For Indoril Jinumon, for January's Prompt:
“It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.” ― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
The Nerevarine answers Vivec's musings in Metempsychosis.
Amaranthine
I have had the misfortune of knowing you – the god whose power was borrowed from the Heart of this world. Half-golden light, half-darkness – all blight, awash with empty words which so few will ever understand. I asked for peace. You gave me lies. No matter how hard I tried, I could not escape my fate. You say you have seen a tear in the tapestry, the blank space which became my place in lore and legacy. You’ve killed for less. I’ve killed for more. The blood on my hands will not wash clean – not after all I have done. Not after all I have been. Or will be.
My illusion of freedom was sundered the second I set foot in Seyda Neen. I could not know it then, not as time bent and warped around me. Sunset staining the far horizon red, all that was left was to move forward. Through dust and uncertainty, I persisted. And still do. And will. Because I must – or else, what then? Yet you, in your great wisdom, and with great force, insisted I turn back – as if destiny was so simple to twist out of shape, or cut away with blades unseen.
You’d tried that once – ages ago, while ash and magma flowed. The Heart. The argument. The spear that pierced, cracking spine and sternum. Things I should not remember. Yet, in dreams – if they are to be trusted – I do. Though my skin no longer bears its scars, the mark of betrayal remains – a stain on my soul, reborn into new vessel time and time again. I did not want to believe, until I saw the grief in your eyes. You seek forgiveness. I offer only that which you deserve. Sorrow, the haunting of a hollow promise – shattered, shapeless – and the memory of murder most foul. -> Read the rest on AO3
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Hlaalu Tevimir Ra'athim
#morrowind#tes morrowind#the elder scrolls#nerevarine#dunmer#house hlaalu#digital art#fanart friday#pel draws#i have this whole fic about him outlined but i doubt i'll get around to writing it lol
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funny waffle house au concept: nerevar's ghost exists solely to give sadara bad ideas she won't follow through on. she hears a voice in her ear at work going "i think you should baby trap the sharmat :)" and sadara starts flipping out wondering if she's going crazy. or if an ordinator is snippy with her a voice in her ear just goes "you should smash his face into the table right now. rip that mask off and break his nose". because i dont think she's suffering enough
this universe was supposed to be nicer to her lol
But the idea of Nerevar in her ear encouraging that stuff is funny. Especially since the thirst posting bribery shit is about to kick off. Nerevar seeing this and going yo...yo, hit it. Just...rock his world. Come on.
And hitting the ordinators because he's creeped out by them. And probably angry too idk
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FOLKTALES OF THE TAMRIELIC SEAS
A collection of folk tales from around the Tamrielic coasts. ▲ ▼ ▲ Dutch and Northern European folk tales, illustrated and rewritten to fit the world of the Elder Scrolls.
A folk tale themed fic, just in time for Halloween!
#art#tesart#tesblr#elder scrolls#elder scrolls fic#morrowind#skyrim#oblivion#tes#morichedraws#folk tales#folklore#fanfiction#morichewrites
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My best account of the appearances and relations of the nobility of House Dagoth. I have refrained from including extraneous details not pertinent to the current state of House Dagoth, particularly the members of the nobility who did not survive the extermination of the House after the War of the First Council.
-Falcus Vandacia, Imperial Geographical Society
My ash vampire designs, ft. some headcanons under the cut.
Araynys is a Telvanni through-and-through. She’s more than happy to let other people hold the titles, but she’s got her fingers in every pie from Mournhold to Blacklight. Anyone who knows anything knows she’s nearly as powerful as Dagoth Ur himself.
Tureynul has near-constant headaches from his nearsightedness. He wants everyone to leave him alone so he can read in peace.
Odrosa spent the better part of her childhood reading about history and law. She’s ambitious and competitive and, despite how young she is, probably better qualified than her brother to be running the joint.
Uthol is a shockingly normal teenage boy with a penchant for getting in trouble. He and Odrosa are attached at the hip. He’d love football if it existed in Morrowind.
Vemyn is angry at life. He consideres it a personal offense that he isn’t in charge, that he was forced to marry a Dwemer of all things, that his son is a useless drunk…
Endus decided to cope with his father’s cripplingly high expectations by diving straight for the bottom. He can’t be held to impossibly high standards if he’s blue-blind drunk half the time. He’s rather amicable, considering who his father is (and all the years of chronic alcohol abuse…)
Gilvoth, on the other hand, internalised near everything her father told her. She deals with her abysmal self-worth by taking it out on everyone else around her.
Divayth sends his daughter and his grandchildren birthday presents every year. He has been doing this for centuries at this point, and they still haven’t been able to figure out how he gets them past the Ghostfence.
#Art#tesblr#morrowind#sixth house#house dagoth#voryn dagoth#dagoth ur#ash vampire#I am NOT putting all their names#oc: Falcus Vandacia#I was making this and thought#Wait this is literally Falcus’ job#Lemme put his name on it#Inspired partly by this one Morrowind fic I read about Dagoth Ur having a kid no I will not explain how
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