#argie's writings

[strongestbanner]

Imagine gossiping with Victor but while drinking mate 🧉 ...

Bro would have too many things to tell!! He surely knows a lot of things about Logan that even Logan doesn't know 👁️👁️

Yes, when we Argentines drink mate in pairs or in a group, we tend to gossip and talk about anything about life. Conversation gains points if there are biscuits or something else delicious to eat (this is basically like take a snack but it could be any time of the day lol)

Leaving my old edit cuz why not?

[prettyevermores]

Meddle About, A Jamie Tartt Fanfic

Prologue: See the light on your face.

“VIVIAN CAMERON, SKY SPORTS NEWS”

Meet Jamie Tartt and Vivian Cameron, two peas in a pod. Vivian Cameron, a journalist working for AFC Richmond under Keeley Jones. Jamie Tartt, the over the top footballer from North Manchester. Both had their different interests but they click together like lock and key. Their stories before finding each other aren’t too far from the same thing, both had shitty dads and a shared loved for Roy Kent.

Vivian Cameron was a Chelsea fan since birth, her grandma and grandpa taught her all the ways of a proper blue. Growing up, she grew attached to the character of Roy Kent, he was her idol and to say when he left Chelsea for AFC Richmond, she was heartbroken but she still supported him either way.

Jamie Tartt had many posters of footballers on his wall. Messi, Beckham, Ronaldo - you name a footballer and he’s probably had them on his wall but one always stayed. Roy Kent always stayed. Now Jamie is grown, Roy’s poster still hangs on his childhood bedroom wall but Roy hates him and that hit him like a fucking brick that his hero hated him.

Jamie and Vivian found their comfort in each other, although initially Vivian hated his guts, she grew to love him. Maybe it was more than a friend should but she wouldn’t know if he felt the same way or not

[sofadofax]

[aarandano]

Fanzine "transmasculino" hexho con canva

ig artístico; @aarandano___

[mariusslonelysoul]

i picked up a pencil after a year because i need you to visualize this enjolras headcanon i have

it ties into my argentinian!grantaire hc (or, Rgento, if you will). so! enjolras never found coffee to be an effective stimulant, caffeine never did much for him, but then came grantaire, who introduced them all to the wonder that is el mate (a bitter, hot drink made from plant, a bit like tea, except not really, that also happens to be a great stimulant). some took to it, some didn't, it's a bit of an acquired taste, but enjolras? enjolras latched onto it like a lifeline because not only is it a stimulant thanks to its caffeine-like component, but the actual act of drinking it keeps him sufficiently entertained while studying and working, so now he's never seen without his mate kit

[ladytanithia]

Writing WIP Wednesday (10/25)

From Chapter 28 of "Out of the Ashes." Argis is concerned about how Miranja has changed since coming home and she's trying to explain it.

@dirty-bosmer @gwilin-stay-winnin @mareenavee @skyrim-forever @thana-topsy @thechaosdragoness @thequeenofthewinter No obligation to produce something - just sharing!

“I guess it’s like when someone is gentle with me, if feels more like they really care about me. And with all the pain I’ve been through lately, the last place I want to feel pain is in someone’s arms, you know? I’m not the girl I was when I left my parents’ home. I’ve done a lot of things with a lot of people and my curiosity has mostly been satisfied. What’s left undone doesn’t really matter to me anymore. Now what’s important to me is to have that one special person, to know each other better than anyone else knows us, to be there for each other through good and bad, to be confident in each other’s love. No jealousy, no possessiveness, knowing our hearts belong to each other always. That was what Talvas and I started to have before…” She didn’t finish the sentence; she didn’t want to, but she didn’t have to. Argis knew. She smiled a little sadly to herself at the irony. Argis knew her better than most, but she just wasn’t attracted to him romantically, and he had Bralsa now, anyway.

"You’ll have it again, Little Bigpants, I know it. You’re a strong, talented, loving, gorgeous young woman, and you still have a lot of life ahead of you. Just keep being you.”

“That’s the hard part, Argis. I’m not sure who I am or what sort of person I really am anymore.” She rolled back her sleeve and showed him the scars and crusty scabs on her still-healing cuts. “Look at this. Every mark is a family I made grieve. Every mark is someone who was probably a good person who was just fighting for what they believed in. Every short mark is someone I killed without knowing a damned thing about them, other than they were trying to kill me. No better than bandits or thugs. But the big mark…” She went silent.

“Ulfric?” Argis asked quietly.

“I murdered a Jarl, Argis. It doesn’t matter that he asked for me to do it. It doesn’t matter that I did it just because I didn’t want Tullius to take pleasure in it. I never told even you, Argis, but I even slept with him once. I didn’t agree with him, but I didn’t hate him. He was still very sexy to me, with his looks and his …” She sought for the word, couldn’t grasp it, shook her head and settled for the next-best word. “His unapproachable charisma. Talvas was the only one who knew. I knew his name, I knew his body. I even kind of knew his heart a little. I can still feel and hear my sword going through his ribs and organs. I can still see the bloody bubbles between his lips, the light fading from his eyes as he stared at me and his flesh mottled. I made myself watch him die. I hated myself at that moment.” She squeezed her eyes closed and shuddered, and Argis could see the hairs stand up on her arm.

“Do you still hate yourself, sweetheart?”

Miranja’s heart was warmed just a little; Argis rarely used terms of endearment with her. “Sometimes. I wish there had been another way, but I know there wasn’t. Ulfric was stubborn and had narrow vision. At least he’ll get his praise in Sovngarde. And both my father and Tullius told me that bad things have to happen sometimes to make good things, better things, happen. I still believe that, but I still can’t help wishing I hadn’t gotten involved. If Aval hadn’t been wrongfully imprisoned… I guess I knew it had to happen eventually. My getting involved, I mean.”

Argis gently tugged her sleeve back in place and pulled her to his side again. “But you’ve made a better future for a lot of people, too. It’s a trade-off. Is it an even trade? Who knows? You did what you thought was best. That’s all any of us can do. It doesn’t make you a bad person.”

“I guess you’re right. But I know I’ll feel like human garbage the first time some grieving mother spits in my face.”

[thebanneredmareinn]

i did not wait for a definitive answer on that last post. one person liked it and i decided that was good enough lol. anyway, this is my bosmer oc, thane of the reach, and his housecarl who is ""secretly"" in love with him

words: 1,551

the thane of markarth has a nightmare and his housecarl is there for him. it's a little fluffy lol

Argis wasn’t certain what had woken him, but he kept still as he listened to the sounds of Vlindrel Hall. The embers were still glowing in the kitchen’s fireplace, which he could see from his bedroom if he turned his head just so. Several silent moments passed and then he heard a quiet murmuring.

The wooden bedframe creaked as he rolled off it, making him curse as he settled into a crouch on the floor. The elven dagger, given to him by his thane, laid on the bedside table and he scooped it up. The leather-wrapped handle fit comfortably in his grip and he could feel the warmth of the fire enchantment on the blade. Again, Argis listened carefully before he made any sudden moves. With the low light and his blind eye, he couldn’t afford to reveal himself without even knowing the number of possible foes in the Hall. Another bout of soft mumbling urged him to leave his own quarters.

For a big man, Argis moved almost silently as he padded along the stone floor on his bare feet. He paused in the kitchen again, straining his ears as the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. Where had that muttering been coming from? Was it the front room? The entryway? Perhaps —

A sudden muffled shouting erupted from Anorian’s bedroom and Argis wasted no time in shouldering past the door, letting the metal clang against the table behind it. A mass of limbs and blankets writhed on the bed, illuminated only by the soft glow of the lone torchbug kept in a jar on a nearby shelf. The frantic sounds continued and Argis rushed forward to yank the covers back. Anorian sat up, eyes wild and unfocused, hands glowing with magic. His breath was ragged and it took several minutes for him to recognize his housecarl standing in front of him. Argis held his hands aloft, dagger dangling from his fingertips. He knew just how dangerous his thane could be.

“Argis,” Anorian breathed, seemingly to himself, reassuring himself that he wasn’t in danger. Argis was his housecarl, sworn to protect him with his life. The glow faded from his palms and Argis lowered his hands as he took a cautious step forward.

“Are you all right, my thane?” he asked, his voice low in the sudden stillness. Anorian nodded shakily, shoving his long hair out of his face.

“Yes,” he answered after a moment. He closed his eyes and rubbed a hand over his bare chest, feeling the old scars from battles passed. “Thank you, Argis. It was only a dream.”

Argis moved another step closer, intending on checking for himself that his thane was indeed all right, but Anorian thunked his head on Argis’s chest as soon as he was close enough. He stood still, stunned. Argis had always been very careful not to let himself be too comfortable with his thane, feeling the way he did. He didn’t trust himself to keep his intentions pure. He was frozen there, his heart pounding and Anorian’s hair tickling his nose.

“Thane?” Argis haltingly touched Anorian’s shoulder. He laughed quietly, still slightly breathless.

“I thought listening to your heart might help me to calm my own,” Anorian, mumbling against Argis, “but yours may be going even faster.” Argis felt his face redden.

“I thought you were being attacked,” he reasoned. Most of his racing heart now had to do with his thane’s proximity, though he wouldn’t admit that aloud. To calm himself, for Anorian’s sake, he took several steady deep breaths and unthinkingly allowed his hand to move onto Anorian’s back. He nodded to himself when he felt his thane’s breath match his own.

Several moments passed before Anorian sat back again and Argis bit back a disappointed sigh as he let his hand fall back to his side. Anorian scrubbed his hands over his face, shoving his hair back behind his pointed ears, and got up from the bed. The soft cotton pants he slept in were slung low on his hips and Argis forced his gaze not to linger.

“You should get some rest, my friend,” said Anorian as he stepped around Argis. “We’ll leave at first light.” He stopped, however, when Argis nabbed his wrist as he moved to go into the kitchen area. Argis stopped too, surprised at himself; he wasn’t normally one for unneeded touches.

“I don’t mean to be forward, my thane,” he began, his ears burning hot at what he was about to suggest. He hoped he wasn’t about to be on the receiving end of the magic he’d seen obliterate his thane’s foes. “But you need sleep. We’ve got a long journey toward the Rift. . . .”

“There’s hardly any way that I could get back to sleep tonight,” Anorian murmured, his eyes far away as he idly toyed with his housecarl’s hand. He shook his head. “I’ll just put some water to boil and double check our packs.” Then he frowned, looking up at Argis. “How was that ‘forward’?”

Argis cleared his throat and gestured to the bed, its blankets still balled up and half hanging over the edge. “I could stay in here . . . with you, if you’d like. That is to say, if my presence would help you to feel more . . . comfortable.” His face was beet red by the end and he was glad of the darkened bedroom.

“You would do that?” asked Anorian, surprised. In fact, Argis was shocked at himself. He must have been doing better at hiding his feelings than he thought.

“Of course.”

The enchanted dagger made a small clunk as he laid it on the bedside table and gestured for Anorian to get back into bed. He watched Argis for a moment before crawling underneath the covers and struggling to get them straightened out, though Argis quickly took over. He fanned them out over his thane and even found the extra furs he kept for their warmth, the shivering little elf. For entirely selfish reasons, Argis wouldn’t suggest that he wear more clothes to bed. Anorian chuckled at being tucked in by his housecarl, but quickly settled on his side and patted the space behind him.

Feeling large and bumbling now that he was crawling into bed with his thane, Argis fumbled with the blankets until he was lying behind Anorian, looking at the back of his head. He wasn’t certain what he should do then. Talk? Or perhaps hum or sing him to sleep? He tried to remember the beginning tune of the old folk song that his mother used to sing. It was about a wise old bear who cared for a lost little boy in the mountains of the Reach. He knew that Anorian had mentioned liking that one during a trip up to Dragon Bridge. Before he could get it right, Anorian reached back and took Argis’s wrist. Argis let his arm be tugged over Anorian’s side and tried not to make an unbecoming sound as his thane wriggled around until they were flush. Argis hoped that his body wouldn’t respond as it normally did when Anorian was close enough to smell the dragon’s tongue flowers he used in his soaps.

“You’re like a furnace,” sighed Anorian as he settled down. “Are you comfortable like this? Your other arm?”

Argis cleared his throat again, a nervous habit of his, and wormed his unoccupied arm up under the pillows, under Anorian’s head. He had to resist a contented sigh when the elf settled even more snuggly against him. The feel of Anorian’s bare skin under his hand, the press of his back on Argis’s chest, was enough to make him dizzy.

“Aye,” he murmured. He’d never been more comfortable in his life.

Anorian wrapped his hand around Argis’s wrist, squeezing lightly — a gesture of gratitude. In response, Argis tugged him in a little tighter, his thumb softly stroking over the light dusting of hair on the elf’s chest. Anorian sighed once more, his body relaxing further into his housecarl’s arms. Argis waited until his thane’s breath was deep and even before allowing himself to drift off.

Argis was woken only once in the night as Anorian began to writhe and mumble. His voice rose in panic and he kicked Argis in the shin. He cursed quietly and wrapped both arms around his thane, squeezing him gently and whispering in his ear.

“Anorian, my thane, you’re safe,” he murmured, rocking them both gently. “I’ve got you; you’re safe.”

The elf began to relax, his breathing returning to normal, while Argis felt his heart settle back into a sedate pace.

“Argis?” Anorian mumbled, holding onto his housecarl’s arm. Argis held him a little tighter.

“I’m here,” he promised.

Anorian squirmed and wriggled around and Argis feared that he may have overstepped. Would Anorian be angry that Argis was still there in his bed? Would he shout or unleash some terrible spell? However, Argis’s worries were for naught — Anorian merely turned to nuzzle his face into his housecarl’s chest and lay an arm over his waist. He sighed again when Argis settled his arms around him once more.

“Don’t leave,” Anorian murmured sleepily. Argis felt Anorian’s hand under the back of his linen shirt and he shook his head, holding his thane closer.

“Never.”

[sketchy-scribs-n-doods]

the way i wish there could be more good faith analysis and fic about billy having adopted racial prejudice from his dad and then learning to properly recognize it and grow past it in order become a better person. i wish there was more posts and fics that tackle the bullshit lucas has had to deal with as a black kid in small town indiana because the duffers never even considered it. but the sheer puritan black and white thinking and performative activism or moral virtue signaling or whatever the fuck that is so pervasive in this fandom means that even the few posts and fics that dare to try and actually tackle racism tend turn it into either a punishment narrative, are depressingly shallow about it, make it about hating and liking the 'right characters', or miss the mark entirely

like i get it, homophobia/transphobia is easier to explore and talk about for most fans. it's complex and multi-layered just like other types of oppression, but so much of fandom is queer and dedicated to shipping and labels that yeah, i can see how talking about it is just. easier for a lot of ppl. also a lot of fandom is white. and lots of white gays get weird about discussing racism in their spaces. y'know the deal, but i digress. from what i can see, very few ppl want to explore how racism affects our favorite characters and the stories they live in. i know some ppl are probably afraid of getting it wrong, or they don't know anything about it and don't feel like they should. it's like, my blorbo is queer and so am i, so why wouldn't i talk all day about that? i get it. but it honestly just means a lot when someone tries earnestly. i have read beautiful fics about trans love through hardship by cis authors and such genuine fics about connection in the face of racism's poison by white authors.

there is just SO much untapped potential in exploring lucas and max and billy and patrick and argyle and all the other characters directly and indirectly affected by bigotry and racism within the narrative that never got the acknowledgement it deserved. plus it's super weird being used as a 'gotcha!' by white fans that hate billy (as if poc fans of billy aren't capable of seeing it for the bullshit it is) or seeing lucas' treatment in the show get brushed aside like it's nothing or how argyle gets sidelined an awful lot in the fandom (and don't even get me started on how messy the classism in this fandom can be, the borderline erasure of eddie's poverty and its effects on who he is as a person in fic is insane sometimes)

anyway. idk if any of this makes sense, but i can count like maybe 3 good fics and maybe a dozen good posts about billy that actually address this in good faith and only maybe a dozen more for every other character i mentioned. and i desperately want more. i am brown and queer and i want healing and love for all of these characters and i am going to have to start churning out more of it myself at this rate.

[un-local]

argis da bulwark

[evagora]

Pero mientras se ataba los cordones de su segunda zapatilla, Julián sintió un pinchazo leve en su pierna baja y siseó para adentro, llamando la atención de su amigo. En reflejo, acostumbrado a los mosquitos, aplastó cualquier cosa que lo haya picado contra su piel.

"¿Te picó el dengue o el chikungunya? ¿Son autónomos de Córdoba?"

o: el Spider-Man AU con Julián Álvarez que aparentemente nadie hizo aún.

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buenos días argentinos, argentinas y argentines que se hacen pasar por gringos para pertenecer al ecosistema de tumblr (me incluyo)

les presento un proyecto medio boludo que estoy haciendo con mi amigo!! más allá de los mil y un fanarts de julián álvarez como spiderman que me encontré, no pude hallar ni un fic (excepto uno de enzo x julian), por lo que nos decidimos a cambiar eso :))

si le fueran a pegar una leída les agradeceríamos mucho <3 somos medio amateurs en todo lo que refiere a la escritura por lo que ya les aviso que no va a ser la mejor experiencia escrita de sus vidas, pero por algo se arranca jabfkanf

also si alguno también termina escribiendo algo con spiderman!julián, usen el tag de "Julián Álvarez is Spider-Man" para poder tenerlo todo en un solo lugar y poder compartirlo con todos los hinchas de la scaloneta

fin del comunicado

[connie04]

What are you doing sister? I ask

‘Rotting’

What’s that?

‘It’s when you have a sad day,

so you don’t do anything but rot in your bed’

Why did you call it that?

‘It’s just a thing people say’

and in that moment I realised that the cycle has started again

Giving fun nicknames to things you shouldn’t want to experience

All under the guise of relatability

But to relate you have to experience it

And if you don’t you’re out of the loop.

No one wants to be out of the loop.

‘I miss the old Victoria’s Secret’

No you don’t

You aren’t old enough to remember it

I am

I remember playing the shows on repeat,

pacing around the living room whilst you were asleep,

making sure I got enough steps in for the day

to reach all my unreachable goals.

‘You know effy from skins?’

Why do you know who she is

You’re still a baby you shouldn’t know who that is

That show is older than you

I remember thinking it was cool too

Until a friend died from an overdose

Then it wasn’t cool anymore.

Please don’t make the mistakes we did

I’d thought we moved past this.

[georgianadarcystanaccount]

You see my vision?

[taniushka12]

if i like a character if a character is my specialest guy in the entire world then that guy is argentine, i dont care if he's the most obnoxiously yanqui man to ever exist i dont care if he has the most british accent to ever british, he's argentine, and most importantly, he's mine

[theacedumbass]

I imagine the Dragonborn being extremely overly dramatic when they’re flirting with Argis. Dragonborn? Nah Dramaborn is more like it

[creatives-argentines]

March Update / Actualización de Marzo

@tyto-ghost

(it/its - él/elle)

Lucho, también conocido como TytoGhost (él/elle). es un artista digital de Argentina, Buenos Aires, dedicado a hacer ilustraciones que tienen que ver con el terror y fantasía. Ama dibujar criaturas, adora el arte experimental y usa estos elementos para ilustrar sus experiencias como persona queer. Actualmente es estudiante de universidad para una carrera de animación. ________________________ Lucho, also known as TytoGhost (it/its). Is a digital artist dedicated to making horror and fantasy inspired illustrations. It loves drawing creatures, experimental art, and also uses these elements to illustrate its experiences as a queer person. Tyto is currently studying animation in college. Contacts and relevant links / Contactos y links relevantes: Email: tytoghostart@gmail.com Relevant links: https://linktr.ee/tytoghostart

MASTERPOST OF ARGENTINEAN CREATIVES: COMMISSIONS OPEN

We called for argentinean artists, writers, animators, graphic designers and musicians to send us their work to boost them in the international market, and here we all are!

Because of our country's political decline in the hands of a fascist government we are in need of help.

We are in need of visibility and financial aid, so everyone that you see here is open for commissions, and the masterpieces you see are what you can look forward to.

We will update this post every month according to the entries we might get in the future, until the end of June. On the 15th of July there will be another masterpost, hopefully with more people!

Also, we will be reblogging their pieces so stick around and see what they'll do in the future, and please consider reblogging anything you like from us or from them directly, it goes a long way.

Lastly, we're trying to keep it bilingual, so if you see an image that has writing in just one language (or both!), check the ALT TEXT, it will have both spanish and english versions.

________________________

Convocamos a artistas, escritores, animadores, diseñadores gráficos y músiques argentines a que nos envíen sus trabajos para potenciarlos en el mercado internacional, ¡y aquí estamos todos!

Debido al declive político de nuestro país en manos de un gobierno fascista necesitamos ayuda.

Necesitamos visibilidad y ayuda financiera, así que todes los que ven aquí estamos abiertes a encargos, y las obras maestras que ven son lo que pueden esperar de nosotres.

Actualizaremos esta publicación todos los meses de acuerdo con la cantidad de fichas que podamos recibir en el futuro, hasta finales de junio. El 15 de julio habrá otro masterpost, ¡esperamos que con más gente!

Además, rebloguearemos sus obras así que quedate por acá para ver qué hacen en el futuro, y por favor considerá rebloguear cualquier cosa que te guste de nosotres o de elles directamente.

Por último, estamos tratando de mantenerlo bilingüe, así que si ves una imagen que tiene la escritura en un solo idioma (¡o ambas!), fijate en el ALT TEXT, tendrá las versiones en español e inglés.

Without further ado, enjoy~

Escritores / Writers:

@fatheriimaginedyoutaller (they/he - elle/él)

Escritor/e de 21 años. Especializado en relatos cortos y cuentos. Con pasión por el género realista y la fantasía. Inspirado en el estilo de George R.R Martin, Suzanne Collins, Liliana Heker y Kafka. Ofrezco servicios como ghostwriter y como escritor/e propiamente dicho. También puedo desempeñarme como escritor de blog y columnista de opinión en revistas online. Manejo bien el idioma inglés, con nivel bilingüe. Siendo capaz de traducir textos Trabajo en remoto. Mis tarifas oscilan entre $10 y $17 (EN PESOS) por palabra, dependiendo de la complejidad y longitud del texto comisionado. Mi obra más reciente "Pueblo Crepúsculo" fue publicada en la antología Purapalabra 2023. ________________________ 21 year old writer. Specialized in short stories and tales. With a passion for the realism and fantasy genres. Inspired by the style of George R.R Martin, Suzanne Collins, Liliana Heker and Kafka. I offer services as a ghostwriter and as a writer myself. I can also work as a blog writer and opinion columnist in online magazines. I am fluent in English, with a bilingual level. I am able to translate texts. I work remotely. My rates range from ARS$10 to $17 per word, depending on the complexity and length of the commissioned text. My most recent work "Pueblo Crepúsculo" was published in the anthology Purapalabra 2023. Contacts and relevant links / Contactos y links relevantes: Tumblr: @fatheriimaginedyoutaller Email: reneblopezbussiness@gmail.com

@mearpsdyke (she/her - ella)

Tengo 20 años, soy del NOA y me podés llamar Zee. Soy una escritora freelance, me especializo en narrativa aunque también incursiono en la poesía. Para proyectos pequeños (o sea: historias cortas) mi tarifa es de ARS$800 por cada mil (1000) palabras. Para proyectos grandes que involucren un conteo de palabras más alto, podemos charlar el precio por privado. Me especializo en el género de romance: las imágenes visuales y descripciones de emociones son lo que mejor se me da, pero también puedo escribir otros géneros como el misterio o historias más introspectivas con respecto a la psicología de los personajes. Tengo un blog de escritura bastante nuevo que empezaré a usar como portafolio, el link está abajo. Estoy dispuesta a escribir de todo por el precio justo. ________________________ I'm 20 years old, I'm from NOA and you can call me Zee. I'm a freelance writer, I specialize in narrative although I also dabble in poetry. For small projects (i.e. short stories) my rate is ARS$800 per thousand (1000) words. For international clients, my rate is USD$1 per fifty (50) words. For larger projects involving a higher word count, we can discuss pricing privately in both cases. I specialize in the romance genre: visual imagery and descriptions of emotions are what I'm best at, but I can also write other genres such as mystery or more introspective stories regarding character psychology. I have a fairly new writing blog that I will start using as a portfolio, the link is below. I'm willing to write anything for the right price. Contacts and relevant links / Contactos y links relevantes: Blog: https://servilletaliteraria.blogspot.com/ Email: chachkisalpaca@gmail.com Discord: mearpsdyke

Artistas gráfiques / Graphic artists:

@denwenai

(they/them - elle)

Denwenai (elle) es une artista y diseñadore multimedia que realiza ilustraciones digitales de personajes y entornos con distintos niveles de detalle. Su estilo es fluctuante: según el objeto a retratar oscila entre las terminaciones definidas o bocetadas, un aspecto tradicional o plano, la reminiscencia con un cómic o un concept art. En cuanto a diseño, se especializa en el armado de piezas editoriales y la creación de marca. Ofrece servicios de vectorizado (tanto piezas ya existentes como de diseño propio), edición de video y motion graphics. ________________________ Denwenai (they/them) is a multimedia artist and designer who creates digital illustrations of characters and environments with different levels of detail. Their style is fluctuating: depending on the object to be portrayed, they oscillate between defined or sketched finishes, a traditional or flat look, reminiscent of a comic book or concept art. In terms of design, they specialize in the creation of editorial pieces and branding. They offer vectorizing services (both existing pieces and their own design), video editing and motion graphics. Contacts and relevant links / Contactos y links relevantes: Tumblr: @denwenai Instagram: @denwenai Relevant links: https://linktr.ee/denwenai

@sunnysidesup1847

(any pronouns - cualquier pronombre)

Sunny es un artista cordobés, se especializa mayormente en la figura humana (retratos, fichas de personaje) o antropomórfica en general. Se destaca en entornos de fantasía y diseño de personaje. ________________________ Sunny is an artist from Córdoba, they specialize mostly in human figures (portraits, character tokens) or anthropomorphic in general. They excel in fantasy environments and character design. Contacts and relevant links / Contactos y links relevantes: Tumblr: @sunnysideup1847 Relevant links: https://www.atom.bio/sunny_sides_up/

@aifastic

(they/she/he - elle/ella/él)

Aifas vive en La Plata, Buenos Aires, Argentina. Dibuja en su mayoría fanart de franquicias que le gustan, ¡pero también le encanta hacer retratos de mascotas! Últimamente ha estado probando animación cuadro por cuadro y diseño con el OpenShot Video Editor e Inkscape, respectivamente. Se especializa en el arte pop. ________________________ Aifas lives in La Plata, Buenos Aires, Argentina. They draw mostly fanart of franchises they like, but also love doing portraits of everyone's pets! Lately, they have been trying their hand at frame-by-frame animation and design with OpenShot Video Editor and Inkscape, respectively. They specialize in pop art. Contacts and relevant links / Contactos y links relevantes: Tumblr: @aifastic Instagram: @aifastic

@localshoulderdevil

(he/him - él)

Dibujos en técnica tradicional desde lápices, marcadores o acuarelas. Con diferentes niveles de estilización y juego con las texturas. Hago dibujos e ilustraciones, diseño de personaje y mini cómics. Me inspira la gente, los detalles únicos y la versatilidad de lo morbo. Hace un par de años ya que hago arte por encargo, me dedico principalmente al diseño de personaje. Trabajo con texturas, buscando una representación un poco más única de cada uno. Dentro de ello, puedo trabajar a detalle, puedo utilizar gore, puedo retratar con más realismo o mayor estilización; se adapta a la esencia de cada obra. ________________________ Drawings in traditional technique, from pencil, markers or watercolors. With different levels of stylization and play with textures. I do drawings and illustrations, character design and mini comics. I'm inspired by people, unique details and the versatility of morbid things. It's been a couple years since I've started doing commissioned art, I mainly do character design. I work with textures, seeking a more unique representation of each one. Within this, I can do detailed work, I can utilize gore, I can portray with more realism or more stylization; it adapts to the essence of every piece. Contacts and relevant links / Contactos y links relevantes: Tumblr: @localshoulderdevil Discord: dm me for it

@orfeoarte

(he/they - él/elle)

Soy artista profesional, investigador y profesor. Me apasionan el horror y los mundos fantásticos. Mis fortalezas son el diseño de criaturas y personajes, obras emotivas, y arte conceptual en diversos estilos; tanto digital como traditional. Me enorgullezco de mi educación en grabado y arte impreso: soy excelente iterando y experimentando. Para mi trabajo digital utilizo Photoshop y Clip Studio Paint. En lo que respecta al arte tradicional, uso pinturas al óleo, gouache, acuarelas, lápices de colores y tintas de varios tipos. También hago grabado xilográfico y serigráfico. Ilustré dos libros, uno de ellos también escrito por mi. Trabajo en comunicación constante con mis clientes y permito pagos flexibles y en cuotas. ________________________ I’m a professional artist, researcher and professor with a passion for horror, and fantasy worlds. My strongest suits are creature and character design, emotional pieces, and concept art in diverse styles; both traditionally and digitally. My background as a printmaker is my pride: I excel at iteration and experimentation. For my digital artwork I use Photoshop and Clip Studio Paint. When it comes to traditional work, I use oil paint, gouache, watercolors, colored pencils and various forms of ink, as well as block and silkscreen printing. I’ve illustrated two books, one of which was written by me as well. I work in close communication with my clients and allow for flexible payment plans. Contacts and relevant links / Contactos y links relevantes: Tumblr: @orfeoarte Instagram: @orfeoarte Twitter : @orfeoarte Illustrated books: https://issuu.com/orfeoarte

@tomicaleto

(she/her - ella)

Soy una artista tanto tradicional como digital. Estoy estudiando Filosofía y Artes Visuales en la universidad. En mis pinturas, amo usar colores vivos y disfruto dibujar animales y personas (principalmente personajes ficticios). ________________________ I’m both a traditional and digital artist. I’m studying philosophy and visual arts at university. For my paintings, I love using vibrant colours and I enjoy drawing animals and people (mostly fictional characters). Contacts and relevant links / Contactos y links relevantes: Tumblr: @tomicaleto Buy me a coffee: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/tomicaleto?l=es Discord user: @tomicaleto

@ramadejazmin

(they/he - elle/él)

Ilustrador argentino de 23 años. Me gusta mucho el diseño de personajes y principalmente enfocarme en diseños de fantasía inspirados en D&D. Mis inspiraciones principales son cosas inspiradas en sueños, música de Vocaloid, caricaturas, anime y arte de otros artistas. ________________________ 23-year-old Argentinian illustrator. I love character design, mainly D&D-inspired fantasy designs. My main inspirations are things like dreams, Vocaloid music, cartoons, anime, and other artist's pieces. Contacts and relevant links / Contactos y links relevantes: Tumblr: @ramadejazmin BlueSky: momomottaro.bsky.social Gmail: ramadejazmin@gmail.com Toyhouse: https://toyhou.se/RamadeJazmin

@starrynightsoversunflowers

(she/her - ella)

Starrynightsoversunflowers es una artista argentina que se enfoca en los dibujos digitales, fanarts y retratos. Su estilo se basa en el uso de colores brillantes y en técnicas que emulan la pintura tradicional.  ________________________ Starrynightsoversunflowers is an argentinian artist that focuses on digital drawings, fanarts and portraits. Her style is based on the use of bright colours and techniques that emulated traditional painting. Contacts and relevant links / Contactos y links relevantes: Instagram: @starrynightsoversunflowers Gmail: starrynightsoversunflowers@gmail.com

@bloodghoul

(they/he - él/elle)

Ilustrador argentino nacido en 1996. Trabajo principalmente mezclando los primeros pasos en tradicional para realizar y terminar en digital. Los programas que más uso son PT Sai, Photoshop y Krita. Aparte de hacer arte en digital también hago bordados y pintura en acuarela. Encuentro inspiración en dibujos y animaciones de los 90s y 00s. Aprendiendo a dibujar nsfw. ________________________ Argentinian ilustrator born in 1996. I mainly work with mixed media, combining traditional sketching and inking with digital painting. My preferred programs are Paint Tool Sai, Photoshop and Krita. Besides doing digital works, my favorite mediums are embroidery and watercolors. I take inspiration from cartoons and animes fom the 90s and 00s, fashion, and cute stuff in general. Im learning how to draw nsfw to add to the repertoire. Contacts and relevant links / Contactos y links relevantes: Instagram: @twiginthecreek

@palluniskillas

(she/he - ella/él)

Palluniskillas (ella/él) es una artista de 20 años que se especializa en dibujo e ilustración digital de personajes y personas, en un estilo de dibujo estilizado. En su mayoría trabaja temas como el amor, el cariño, la moda y la naturaleza. ________________________ Palluniskillas (she/he) is a 20 year old artist who specializes in digital drawing and illustration of characters and people, in a stylized drawing style. She mostly works on themes such as love, affection, fashion and nature. Contacts and relevant links / Contactos y links relevantes: Instagram: @pallunis_killas

@nitadraws

(she/her - ella)

Nita es una artista argentina que se enfoca en dibujos digitales de animales en un estilo “chibi”. ________________________ Nita is an argentinean artist that focuses on digital animal art in a “chibi” style. Contacts and relevant links / Contactos y links relevantes: Tumblr: @nitadraws Redbubble: NitaDraws.redbubble.com Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/nitadraws

@artzover

(he/it - él/eso)

Arián es un ilustrador del norte argentino que saca inspiración de videojuegos y medios de terror. Estudió diseño gráfico por 3-4 años y es un artista autodidacta desde su adolescencia. El juego que lo envió a perseguir el sueño de convertirse en un artista conceptual para videojuegos es Journey, y los que lo impulsaron son Spiritfarer, la saga Uncharted y la trilogía de Dark Souls, especialmente su segunda instalación. Sus inspiraciones actuales son DnD, Vocaloid y Bleach. ________________________ Arián is an illustrator from northern Argentina that takes inspiration from videogames and horror media. He studied graphic design for 3-4 years and has been a self taught artist since his teenage years. The piece of media that sent him chasing the dream of becoming a concept artist for videogames is Journey, and the ones that pushed it further are Spiritfarer, the Uncharted saga and Dark Souls trilogy, especially the 2nd installment. His main current inspirations are DnD, Vocaloid and Bleach. Contacts and relevant links / Contactos y links relevantes: Email: arian.sch@yahoo.com Instagram: @arian.v.art Relevant links: linktr.ee/azover Patreon: patreon.com/Azover

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@fatheriimaginedyoutaller (En discord y Tumblr) They/he - Elle/él

ESPAÑOL:

Pueblo Crepúsculo Resumen: Un hombre afroamericano se encuentra varado en las sienas cordobesas cuando su auto le falla. Allí el es plagado por la visión fantasmagorica de su abuelo, quien fue asesinado por el Ku Klux Klan.

Devin no creía en las maldiciones, era un muchacho de ciencia, de las sociales, pero de la ciencia al final del día. Pero si, uno "podría" decir que todo había empezado con su abuelo. Si decidía darle crédito al poder de las coincidencias. A Devin JI lo habían colgado de un árbol miembros del Klan, y si, era porque se le había roto el auto en el pueblo equivocado. Pero si creía en el miedo. Y no en cualquier miedo. Pero ese que viene de tus antepasados, que parece transmitirse por una mera gota de sangre en el mar que son los seres humanos. Como el temor a nadar en una pileta profunda, no por el agua en sí. Si no porque alguien podría venir y verter ácido en ella en cualquier momento."

Caballito de Mar Resumen: Un hombre transgénero reflexiona sobre unas noticias inesperadas

"Cuando por fin te hayan atendido primero les preguntaras cómo estuvieron sus respectivos días, porque sí te quedó alguna de las cosas con las que te criaron seguro son esos modales católicos. Luna te hablara de su madre, Sam de su padre. Trataras de contener tu entusiasmo mientras aprendes de las experiencias de tus novias. Esas cosas únicas de ellas. Sus relaciones, sus manías, sus sueños … "

Diccionario Resumen: Un hombre hace dedo hasta su casa luego de la marcha por la vuelta de Perón

"Má siempre decía que había dos mundos, el de Uno y el del Otro. Nunca supe que quería decir hasta que se me rompieron la suelas de los zapatos entre Avenida Rivadavia y Callao. La mayoría de la gente ese día estaba en El del Otro, donde lo importante era el movimiento y que no había ningún sacrificio demasiado grande; mientras yo estaba en el Mio, donde lo único que me preocupaba era mi Tana que estaba en casa sola con el pibe. Cuando llegué a Balvanera ya se me había partido el alma en dos. Me paré en una esquina y extendí mi brazo con el pulgar arriba. No sabía para qué .La ciudad estaba vacía y no inspiraba confianza mi cara de indio. El simpático siempre fue Carlitas, mi medio hermano. Él sí parecía recién bajado de la parte de arriba del barco."

La Luna Resumen: Un cacique de Puerto Iguazú, desprotica contra la luna por haberse llevado a su hijo.

"Hola ¿Cómo estás.? Perdóname que te deje este recado por medio del dueño del almacén. Vos sabes que nuncafuí muy bueno con lo emocional, los sentimientos _ Soy el hijo de mi padre en ese sentido. Cuando ya hayamos llegado a la luna, será el momento de la verdad, sabremos por fin si un lobizón sobrevive allí en el espacio. Vos nunca entendiste porque me gustaba tanto la luna. Era una obsesión infantil, capaz todavía lo sea. La verdad es que: Siento que tengo un propósito, de devolverle algo a la humanidad, porque la amo demasiado. La amo con sus defectos, sus manías, y si, con sus personas.

ENGLISH:

Twilight Town

Summary: A man finds himself stranded in the Cordovan siennas when his car breaks down. There he is plagued by the ghostly vision of his grandfather, who was murdered by the Ku Klux Klan.

Devin did not believe in curses. He was a man of science, the social kind, but science at the end of the day. But yes, one "could" say it had all started with his grandfather. If he decided to give credence to the power of coincidences. Devin II had been hung from a tree by Klan members, and yes, he was Klan members, and yes, it was because his car had broken down in the wrong town. in the wrong town. But he did believe in fear. And not just any fear. But the kind that comes from your ancestors, that seems to be passed down through a mere drop of blood in the sea that is human beings. human beings . Like the fear of swimming in a deep pool, not because of the water itself. But because someone might come and pour acid into it at any moment."

Seahorse

Summary: A transgender man reflects on some unexpected news.

"When they've finally taken care of you first you'll ask them how their respective days were, because if you have any of the things left that they raised you with I'm sure it's those Catholic manners. Luna will tell you about her mother, Sam about his father. You'll try to contain your enthusiasm as you learn about your girlfriends' experiences. Those unique things about them. Their relationships, their quirks, their dreams…"

Dictionary

Summary: A man hitchhikes home after the march for Perón's return.

"Má always said there were two worlds, that of One and that of the Other. I never knew what he meant until the soles of my shoes broke between Avenida Rivadavia and Callao. Most people that day were in El del Otro, where the important thing was the movement and that there was no sacrifice too big; while I was in El Mio, where the only thing I was worried about was my Tana who was at home alone with the kid. When I arrived at Balvanera, my soul was already broken in two. I stopped at a corner and extended my arm with my thumb up. I didn't know why, the city was empty and my Indian face didn't inspire confidence. The nice one was always Carlitos, my half-brother. He did look like he just got off the top part of the boat."

The Moon

Summary: A cacique of Puerto Iguazú, reproaches the moon for having taken his son.

"Hello, how are you? Forgive me for leaving you this message through the owner of the store. You know I was never very good with emotions, feelings _ I am my father's son in that sense. When we have reached the moon, it will be the moment of truth, we will finally know if a werewolf survives out there in space. You never understood why I liked the moon so much. It was a childish obsession, maybe it still is. The truth is: I feel I have a purpose, to give something back to humanity, because I love it too much. I love it with its flaws, its quirks, and yes, with its people.

@mearpsdyke She/her - Ella

ESPAÑOL:

-La canción del mar

Le sostiene la mirada, preguntándose por las ciaturas que alberga, por los naufragios y cadáveres que reposan en el fondo de sus aguas. Se pregunta si, tal vez, el mar tiene consciencia y los humanos no lo saben, si la melodía de las olas que se estrellan contra las rocas son en realidad palabras que usa para llamar su nombre, diciéndole que se adentre en sus aguas, prometiendo unas rocas cómodas para que su cadáver pueda reposar. Los peces se remueven, peleando por una libertad que no llegará. Pronto se quedarán sin oxígeno y morirán lenta y dolorosamente. A Kika a veces le gusta jugar a que es un Dios y los peces son su creación agonizante, quienes esperan el dulce alivio de la muerte. Ve cómo la vida abandona sus ojos y dice una oración antes de guiar el cuchillo por sus entrañas.

-Cliffs Edge

Cuando la luna está llena y es la hora donde las penas y arrepentimientos te sofocan, tiene el impulso de tomar su auto, manejar hasta la casa de Gina y pedirle que se den una segunda oportunidad, que hará bien las cosas esta vez. Pero entonces recuerda el anillo que Gina porta en su dedo anular en cada partido, y se obliga a volver al presente y dejar el pasado en el pasado. Le parece cruel que su familia la quiera más que al nuevo prometido de Gina, que aún la inviten a la casa donde tienen fotos de las dos jugando partidos juntas, en reuniones familiares, en fiestas y hasta en Navidad. Nunca encuentra el coraje para decirles que se olviden de ella para poder pasar página; la casa Zelarayán es su casa lejos de su verdadero hogar, allá en Jujuy.

-Fragmentario

Buscas en el recoveco más profundo de tu alma, alguna pasión que salve tu gris existencia, pero solo encuentras eco y telarañas sin moscas. Y cuando entruentras algos a lo que aferrarte, no es lo suficientemente serio para el resto, ¿y realmente importan los insultos ya? ¿Qué le hace una cicatriz más al guerrero, un clavo más a Jesús en la cruz, otro volcán a Pompeya? Así que te envuelves en tu capa más roja, pelas los dientes cual animal acorralado y hieres a todo lo que oza cruzarte.

-La tierra del nunca

Persigo un atardecer que no existe, espero un día que nunca fue y escucho palabras que nunca pronunciarás en cada mirada tuya. Vivo el mismo día todos los días esperando que alguien se apiade, a que Te apiades, y las palabras salgan como balas. Porque es más piadoso morir por obra y mano tuya a que la incertidumbre me consuma.

ENGLISH:

-The Sea’s Song

She holds its gaze, wondering about the creatures it houses, about the shipwrecks and corpses that rest at the bottom of its waters. She wonders if, perhaps, the sea has consciousness and humans don't know it, if the melody of the waves crashing against the rocks are actually the words it uses to call her name, telling her to enter its waters, promising some comfortable rocks so that her corpse can rest. The fish stir, fighting for a freedom that won’t come. They will soon run out of oxygen and die slowly and painfully. Kika sometimes likes to pretend that she’s a God and the fish are her dying creation, waiting for the sweet relief of death. She watches the life leave their eyes and says a prayer before guiding the knife into their insides.

-Cliffs Edge

When the moon is full and it’s the time when sorrows and regrets suffocate you, Nerea has the impulse to take her car, drive to Gina's house and ask her to give each other a second chance, promising to do things right this time. But then she remembers the ring Gina wears on her ring finger to every game, and forces herself to return to the present and leave the past in the past. She finds it cruel that Gina’s family loves her more than Gina's new fiancé, that they still invite her to their house where they have photos of the two of them playing games together, at family gatherings, at parties and even Christmas. She never finds the courage to tell them to forget about her so she can move on from her; the Zelarayán household is her house far from her real home, back in Jujuy.

-Fragmented

You search in the deepest corners of your soul for some passion that saves your gray existence, but you only find echo and cobwebs without flies. And when you find something to hold on to, it's not serious enough for the rest, and do insults really matter anymore? What does one more scar do to a warrior? One more nail to Jesus on the cross? another volcano to Pompeii? So you wrap yourself in your reddest cloak, you bare your teeth like a cornered animal and you hurt everyone who dares to cross you.

-The land of Never Ever

I chase a sunset that doesn’t exist, I wait for a day that never was and I hear words that you’ll never say in every look of yours. I live the same day every day waiting for someone to have mercy, wait on you to take pity, and let the words come out like bullets. Because it is more pious to die by your work and hand before uncertainty consumes me.

[ladytanithia]

WIP Whenever (10/7)

What happens when a fanfic writer gets to take part in their own story? Waking Up on Solstheim, soon to be published on AO3. Meeting the new Fathryon. (Wow, I drew the first picture in February, and the second one in September - what a difference.)

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Miranja and Talvas are already on the circular boardwalk, behind Councilor Morvayn’s home, allowing Gjalund and his crew to offload the ship unhindered. Seeing them together, Miranja’s long chestnut hair stirring in the breeze, her arms gently and protectively wrapped around her tiny child, Talvas’s arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders – makes my heart swell and takes my breath away. They are more beautiful together in real life than I could ever draw them. Surprisingly, yet not surprisingly, they’re wearing the clothes I drew them in when Miranja was pregnant and sitting on his lap. She looks radiant in that green velvet dress, and Talvas looks even better in those clothes in real life. And oh, how I yearn for him, to be Miranja, to have his undying love and adoration…

Geldis is the first to hug Miranja, shake Talvas’s hand, and gaze upon the new life they’ve created together. His back is to me, but when he speaks to them, I can hear that he’s choked up – in a good way. He turns and gestures toward me.

“Miranja, Talvas, this is our new Raven Rock resident, Danielle.”

It’s a little disconcerting to have them looking at me with curious eyes, but they’re smiling and friendly, and I approach them, trying to look like I’ve never seen them before in my life. “So pleased to meet you two,” I say with a polite but warm smile. “Geldis has talked his head off about you. May I see the baby, too?”

“Nice to meet you, too, Danielle,” Miranja replies, and Talvas echoes her. I look from one to the other a couple of times, drinking them in rapturously. “Of course, you can see him. His name is Faryn Flavio Fathryon. After Talvas’s grandfather and my father.” She looks back and forth between me and Geldis as she speaks. My heart melts as she and Talvas exchange the most loving glance. She uncovers the baby’s face and I’m instantly in love with the precious sleeping babe. I feel Geldis’s arm come up around me; he surely knows I’m thinking of my late grandson.

“He’s beautiful,” I breath, tears pricking at my eyes. “Such a perfect little face.” As I speak, he wrinkles his little Dunmer brow and grunts and farts in his sleep, and we all laugh. Babies, even Dunmer babies, have no manners. I feel the bond being created between the four of us.

“I like to call him a Dunperianord,” Talvas jokes, and Miranja gives him a side-eyed smirk and elbows him.

Teldryn breaks in with a loud clearing of his throat. “Excuse me, but what am I? Chopped horker meat?”

“Oh, Tel,” Miranja smiles, extending an arm and gesturing him into our little circle. “Come see, darlin’. This is Faryn.”

Teldryn looks at the baby for a moment, then at each of them. “Congratulations,” he says sincerely. Then in a joking tone, “Better you than me.”

Talvas gives him a crooked smile and punches him lightly on his armored shoulder. “You never know,” he says in that dreamy voice I love so much. “It could still happen to you one day. I bet you’d be a better father than you think you would.”

Teldryn scoffs. “I just wanted to come say hello in case you didn’t make it into the Netch this visit. It’s been quieter without you, although we do have a new bard now.” He tips his head toward me, and I feel self-conscious.

Before anyone can respond, I see that Argis and Bralsa have come onto the boardwalk from the end closest to Severin Manor. Bralsa is trying to get Argis to walk faster; I’m sure she’s anxious to see the baby and he’s being his stoic self. I nod in their direction, and Talvas and Miranja turn to look.

“Argis!” Miranja calls, but not too loudly, so as not to wake the baby. “Hurry up! I want to hug your neck!”

“See, you big oaf?” Bralsa chides him.

“Now, listen here, Bigpants One and Two…”