#OC: Anya

[vilegato]

average yuri experience btw

[cottonfiend]

Warm up drawing!! Exams nearly killed me but its over

Yah they're toxic for each other 😩

[bearlytolerant]

his knee placement��

[leavemetoplaythesims]

i didn't intend for them all to match but here we are

[skyrim-forever]

Was on a 4 hour train today and decided to go back and flesh out an old oc i made , back when I was first getting into Skyrim

Anya Warstorm was raised by her mother after the death of her father. Her father unfortunately passed after a long mental health battle due to trauma after enduring torture from the Thalmor in the Great War.

As her father was a close companion of Ulfric Stormcloak, Anya is proud to join Ulfric’s rebellion when she comes of age. The discover of her as the Dragonborn is a great honour to her family and a moral boost to the rebellion.

It is not until the defeat of Alduin, where she realizes the Stormcloak cause was not as noble as she had been led to believe.

Having spent a few minutes dead before being revived and in a coma for 6 weeks, Anya’s faith in the Gods is shaken, as she feels more like their plaything.

Riddled with doubt and feeling purposeless, Anya heads to defeat Miraak, in attempt to feel like a hero again. Her travels take her out of Skyrim for the first time, to Solstheim.

Dealing with culture shock and losing her faith, Anya hires a local spellsword to aid her in her journey. She gets more than her moneys worth when she discovers this mysterious stranger has his own beef with the Gods…

Character maker from here by elequinoa

Didn’t want to make an account so enjoy the buttons 😛

[lorawant2draw]

little halfs

[crimson-rites]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑹𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔

It’s reworked, redesigned and officially back now! The ask box is open and I am more than happy to take questions about this AU pspspspspspsppsspsps-

The character designs are ready (finally) and I’m excited to be able to share this world in full with you guys now :) 

Character Intros

Part 1

𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑷𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔

The phrase “make a deal with the devil” takes on a whole new and more absolute meaning here. Many humans and members of other species make contracts and pacts with members of the demon species. It is possible to form these agreements with angels as well, they’re just much more picky in regards to stipulations; contracts with demons are more popular for this reason. Demons still make rules surrounding their contracts, they just tend to be a little more lenient. Many still fear for their souls, so the majority of these deals are more calm/domestic in nature. However, it would be a lie to say that nobody has used or would use one of these deals for malicious purposes. Most of these deals, malevolent or not, are made in what’s called “The Underworld of New York” (commonly just called the Underworld by citizens and is an area of Queens) in a place known as the Bottle Eater. Just pray that your name doesn’t come up there outside of your awareness.

An organization that was donned with the name “The Dire Coven” by the citizens of the Underworld serves as an underground highway of supernatural goods beyond even the most creative child’s imagination. Any cryptic device or deadly poison you can come up with, they most likely have. For the right price, that is. They call it the “dire” coven for a reason; the people there forge hope from hopelessness. Different branches of the organization exist, but this AU focuses on the one situated in the Underworld: Styx. The main body of the organization is comprised of four groups: 

Brokers: sell and collect goods

Artificers/Brewers: Create most of what can be found on the market outside of extremely rare items

Entrepreneurs: Often members of higher class society; meant to root the organization higher up but mostly act as eyes and ears 

The Collecter (also called “Founder”): A figure shrouded in mystery whom runs the entire organization; no one has ever seen them face to face, not even Entrepreneurs

The organization has ties to many contract making beings; they provide the goods said beings need to fulfill contracts and the beings make mutually beneficial contracts with them. It’s a win-win. 

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔

Now there is one demon that is especially popular when it comes to contract-making, the one they call “The Boogeyman.” Really, it’s the Ink Demon, who goes by Bendy in business affairs. He basically runs the Bottle Eater and resides in the hotel it’s attached to along with many of his other companions. As for the reason why he’s so popular, well, when you hear “ink demon,” you’re not expecting something too scary, right? Most people enter a deal with him because of this; they think he’s less intimidating. Well they sure are wrong.

Alice resides in the Underworld as well with her two sisters, Nyx and Calliope. All were the result of an angel father and demon mother. These siblings are some of the Underworld’s most prominent entertainment figures, holding back to back shows at the Trinity Colosseum. They make for a killer trio, quite literally sometimes-

Joey Drew is the head of the Styx branch and manages nearly all of its internal affairs. Henry Stein, the co-owner, mainly handles the finances and stock. The branch itself is one of the biggest among the many that the Dire Coven has, so it was seen as fitting for it to have two managers. Now, for some of their star employees:

Delilah O’Neal: The leading Entrepreneur of the Styx branch. She’s known for her scary efficiency in regards to intel collection and is unmatched in terms of persuasion.

Anya Morozov: A broker with the most successfully collected goods on record; you could say she’s got a bad case of sticky fingers, but hey, they’re put to good use. Often uses the alias Cheri out on ‘business’; in her words, secrecy is the best policy (can you see the trust issues)

Thomas “Tom” Connor: An artificer who is responsible for some of the most intricate device designs on the market. He was pursuing a career in engineering prior to joining the Dire Coven, and combined with supernatural energy, his machines hold much more potential.

Allison Pendle: Earned herself the title of ‘Head Brewmaster’ due to her creation of 606, a one of a kind potion known for it’s regenerative properties. She works as a medium outside of the Dire Coven, giving her a strong connection to and understanding of the supernatural world and how it functions.

𝑺𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

So first off, this AU takes place in Queens, New York in 1920 on what I can only describe as a whole other planet earth, not really multiverse style, but I’ll explain. This earth is basically the result of several different dimensions merging into one. As a result, many mythical beings live among humanity (ex; angels, ghouls, demons, sirens, werewolves, fauns). The area this AU takes place in is populated mostly by demons, humans, angels and ghouls. The event that caused this is widely regarded as “The Collision.” The main focus isn’t this event itself, but it’s why this world is what it is. These beings have come into contact with humanity on several occasions throughout history through little blips in the lines between dimensions, this just gave them more permanence on earth. Throughout the world, different landscapes/environments from these overlapping dimensions can be found. The Collision also left three moons in its wake.

note: this is prone to got through some editing overtime so nothing here is set in stone :) it’s really just setting the story and main characters up. there are a few side characters which i’ll introduce along the way as well, but you’ll have to wait a little for them ;)

[izzy246girl]

headshots of the main cast of my wip!! from left to right it’s anya, lilibet, & sage. tumblr fucks up the picture quality but i hope it looks nice regardless lol

image id under cut:

ID: A digital painting of three characters side by side. They are all drawn from the shoulders up.

Left is Anya, a black girl with long braids with gold beads throughout. She has her head tilted slightly to the left and is looking a little past the viewer; her mouth is open. She is wearing a pearl necklace with a gold A dangling from it, a la Anne Boleyn; blood drips from the side of it, as if from a beheading wound. Behind her head is a gold halo.

Center is Lilibet, a girl with light brown skin and medium brown curls tied back in a ponytail. She is looking down with dark brown eyes in an intense manner; she has her lips pressed together, and her eyebrows are pointing downward. Her shoulders are raised. She wears a gold cross necklace around her neck. Next to her is a signature of the artist’s name, Isabella.

Right is Sage, a boy with dark brown skin. He wears his hair in a braided ponytail, with the ponytail over his right shoulder; the ends of the braids are dyed blonde. He is looking slightly to the left and his mouth is turned diagonally downward. He looks somewhat suspicious.

Behind all three of them is a gray background. End ID.

[thesimonthedevious]

"I'd stare into the sun for you, I think."

[sstvar]

context: her favourite way to decompress (or be compressed-) and his favourite little heat source

january is gone and so is all of my self control so expect to see them. a lot 🧍‍♀️

[starions]

be i the sun.

pairing: astarion x fem!named!tav

angst, fluff

word count: 587

synopsis: as the sun shines down, two lovers find respite in the darkness.

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There was a stillness surrounding them that drifted upward like the ash in the air. Baldur’s Gate laid in ruins around them; what remained of a beachside shack provided them respite from the agonizing last few hours. From here, Anya could see a glimpse of the orange sun making dark pools of blood shine brightly on the white sand beach. How she longed to be that sun, unaware of the nightmares that plagued this mortal plane. The sun would never change; the sun just was. Would she be the sun, things would be different, surely.

She pulled her lover closer to her, nuzzling her nose into his hair as he silently wept into her chest. They should be celebrating, should they not? They destroyed the Netherbrain, the tadpoles were gone; this was a time to look eagerly into the future, instead of worrying that it would slip through her fingers if she didn’t think quickly enough. Her eyes narrowed at the peachy sky, silently wishing that her glare alone would have the sun set faster. Another hour, surely, and her love would be free of harm. His skin would not char and flake and turn to smoke like the buildings around them. He would be able to walk freely without the day’s light becoming his death wish.

He did not deserve this, not after everything he had been through, the trials he’d faced. The sun should be so lucky to shine her light upon him. Her eyes fixed on the star in her arms, who was now quiet as she rocked him gently.

“Astarion,” she said, quietly, as if it were just them two left in the world.

He said nothing, though he shifted slightly in her arms.

“You know you are oh so precious to me, don’t you?”

He nodded against her chest.

She pushed at his shoulders slightly, enough for him to pull away. Cupping his face in her hands, Anya’s face twisted into sorrow as she took in the state of him. Blood, dirt, and tears trekked down his beautiful face, and his eyes were tinged red and swollen. She hated seeing him like this, and she despised the thing that made him feel this way in the first place. “I mean it,” she said. “You are the most precious thing in my life; the only thing I care about. Do you understand?”

Another nod, though the sadness that glazed his eyes slowly turned to gratitude.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” he said, voice hoarse.

“Good,” she said, placing a kiss on his pouty lips. “Because this,” she motioned around them as she pulled away, “this does not change a thing. I will still follow you to the ends of this world. You will not go through this alone—Gods be damned—I will not let you be alone ever again. I love you too much for that to happen.” Tears welled in his eyes again, and he let out a sharp sob. Anya gathered him in her arms again, kissing his white curls that were tinged with blood. “Sal Thor va, va will sehan aul Tel' Crith. Sal Thor.”

He shook in her arms silently, clinging onto her as if she might slip through his fingers like sand. She kissed his temple, eyes falling back to the blushing sky.

Be she the sun, she would not dare hurt him.

“Sal Thor va, va will sehan aul Tel' Crith. Sal Thor.” (Elvish) = I promise you, you will walk in the sun. I promise.

[vilegato]

thanks

[cottonfiend]

Jealousy

[bearlytolerant]

excuse me while I obsess over this specific shot for 10 more years.

[leavemetoplaythesims]

i'm going to make her a girlfriend eventually

[skyrim-forever]

In the Arms of Gods

A/N: Omg new fic from Eve??? It's only been 6 MONTHS... oopsies, but I've been really inspired lately and finally wanted to try my hand at a series. This story will take place during the events of the Dragonborn questline and have Dragonborn/Teldryn Sero. Let me know your thoughts!

Prologue (753 words) by dovah_queen Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Female Dovahkiin | Dragonborn/Teldryn Sero Characters: Geldis Sadri Additional Tags: Nerevarine Teldryn Sero, Dragonborn DLC (Elder Scrolls), Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Crisis of Faith, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Series: Part 1 of In the Arms of Gods Summary: Anya Warstorm was a true daughter a Skyrim. Defeating Alduin, leading the Stormcloaks to victory, and a bard to boot; she was set to go down in history. Though the fight with Alduin may not have taken her life -permanently, but after being dead for a few minutes and faced with an eternity of nothingness; her faith in the Divines is shaken. Fresh off assassinating her High King, Anya runs away to Solstheim. Eager to find out who this Miraak is and hopeful for answers on what it means to be Dovahkiin; she ends up finding the answers she really needs in unlikely ally…