#bougainvillea-and-saltwater

[aureli-us]

HI, I may be a bit late to this, but from the ask game:

1, 4, 11, 13, for Tharya? 😍

SORRY THIS TOOK ME 93728292 YEARS TO GET TO!! i promise i've had this in my drafts forever i just had to finish it... for anyone interested the original ask game is here and i'd love to hear more requests!!

1) Does your OC have a voice claim? If so, who?

UNFORTUNATELY not! i have looked around a couple times though. in my head she has a an american accent since that, to me, is natural - but lately i've been looking into scandi accents and such! i'm sort of leaning towards a finnish or norwegian accent, moreso finnish a bit, i just prefer the way it sounds. in relation to miraak's accent she would probably have a bit of trouble understanding him early on since i assume his accent would sound (and is) very thick and archaic to her ears, and he speaks the common tongue slowly (on purpose). in-game he overpronounces/pronunciates things quite...thickly? i imagine his accent would be much heavier than tharya's, though possibly also recognizable to the nords as related to their own. tharya's accent would also be noticeably different to her countrymen bc her father is from cyrodiil, but idk what real world accent cyrods would have. same goes for her siblings! but unfortunately everyone besides miraak has american accents in my head lol

4) What song describes your OC & their partner?

okay i'm really bad at making playlists BUT i do happen to have a tharyaak one....i will link it here hehehe but my favs for them are probably:

lay all your love on me - abba

wish i knew you - the revivalists

put your head on my shoulder - paul anka

just the two of us - grover washington ft. bill withers

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

HONESTLY what a question. tharya was born of my very first skyrim OC fane - the character i first created when i got the game + finished the main quest for the first time ever with. i was never 100% happy with fane though, and somehow as i grew increasingly bored with not knowing what to do with her, i decided to change her name. at first it was just that, but then i wanted to change her appearance too; i wanted an LDB who looked like the most boring run of the mill LDB possible: a blonde nord. i wanted that so i could give her intense characterization and depth that would pull people in after sort of tricking them with her appearance of being just another white blonde nord LDB. that's also why i made her a mage. i wanted her to exist as this dichotomy. a lot of tharya's emotional depth comes from me since she is my oldest running OC and i needed a place for my problems, so they became hers: estranged from her brother, struggling with femininity, self-image, love, intimacy. some of it i also just dreamt up to create a more battered and wearied LDB: alcoholism, her constant wish to return to sovngarde, her reckless self-endagerment, her feeling slighted by the world not recognizing her after killing alduin. i want her to be a tired hero who is kind and warm, but has fought with all she could ever give to be kind and warm. and, if you spit in her face, her kindness and warmth are not feeble, nor endless. sometimes she skips being nice because she's sick of it all.

13) Does your OC have a rival? How did it start?

HMMM. well besides early miraak lemme think... if i had to pick, maybe........

MAN i don't think she really does??? maybe i'm just blanking. i can't even in good conscience say miraak because they weren't REALLY rivals to begin with, more like star-crossed enemies....tharya's biggest rival may sort of be herself, at least in earlier years. she kind of got way too into her own head after killing alduin and it let to a pretty substantial depressive/alcoholic episode. i can't say ulfric either because she really didn't consider ulfric a rival, he was a lesser opponent, and an unfortunate duty to carry out. so idk if she has a set rival really in the sense we could think of a hero vs rival way. cool to think abt tho!

[hircines-hunter]

WIP Wednesday

Hi all!!! I could post some writing but uh it’s all spoilers for roaw. So yeah. I started to draw a cover for Sifarkas third story ‘clash of claw and steel’. Honestly it probably will be done today or tmrw….. lol gotta work on Farkas a bit more and Sifkni needs some work too. And I have to draw the spear tip….. (oh how I wanted to give spear of bitter mercy to sif. But she has Hircine’s other spear…..)

Tagging: @umbracirrus @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @sulphuricgrin @mavariel @thequeenofthewinter @oblivions-dawn @yewphoric @lobo-inu @pocket-vvardvark @lillxart @skyrim-forever @madamefluffnstuff @illumiera @kiir-do-faal-rahhe @23daemon and anyone else that wants to do it! No obligations or pressure!

[skyrim-forever]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Hello everyone! It's another Wednesday <3 Looking forward to seeing what everyone is working on.

Tagging: @theoneandonlysemla @dirty-bosmer @pocket-vvardvark @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @changelingsandothernonsense

@thequeenofthewinter @firefly-factory @umbracirrus @hircines-hunter @captain-of-silvenar @lucien-lachance @sanza-17

@scholarlyhermit @lillxart @ladytanithia @sulphuricgrin @saltymaplesyrup (you've tagged me in a few so get tagged!)

So today is actually a special wip wednesday imo because it's my birthday and I've decided to be silly and goofy <3 This is a snippet from a modern Theomar spy AU I'm working on (some of you may have seen pieces of this before). It's basically a modern Tamriel because I have no interest in putting them in the real world :P This particular scene is from a few chapters ahead chapter one isn't even done but it's fine in which Ondolemar goes to great lengths to gain Theodora's trust at a nightclub. In the clurb we all fam, see the urban dictionary def for a body shot if you are unaware ;)

Under the cut for ridiculousness and although nothing explicit, fuck this horny XD

“Well, I’m happy I can introduce you to some new experiences.” He wants to quip back, provide some sort of remark on how he had plenty of novel experiences and the very concept of a ‘nightclub’ was culturally beneath him. Talk of how there is no shortage of drunken behaviour in the Isles but there's still a dignity to it. Self-respect that is lacking as he watches the sea of bodies surrounding them, how people of all races of Tamriel dance with each other; a term he uses loosely as it is more gyrating against each other than it is dancing. Whatever the phrase was, died on his tongue as she pulls him into that very sea. The grip on his tie releases as she begins doing those very motions on him. Concerns on whether or not this qualifies as dancing leave as he enjoys watching how she sways, mesmerized by movement of her hips; first in front of him then against him as she turns around and leans into him. Thinking she must feel him growing harder before realizing of course she does, that’s why she’s doing it and he wonders what it is that he is doing. Allowing some foreign woman this close to him, in such a manner, publicly. Sleeping with her in private was a hurdle he had already covered, necessary for his means this time. Perhaps it is arousal that clouds his senses as he rationalizes this too as necessary to earn her trust, make her comfortable around him. It is with firm conviction that leads to his hand grasping her hip. Another act that will go unnoticed. 

“So this is how you spend your free time?” He whispers in her ear. The urge to bite her neck is there, nearly does as to increase the flirtation before remembering he did not have any alcohol to blame it on. Luckily the low silking tone she offers him shows his words alone were enough. 

“I do many things in my free time, Ondolemar.” Hushed is his name, glad she is cautious. 

“Such as?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Her own hand on top of his as she attempts to guide him, a wasted one as he can only justify so much. Let them move in time with each other away from prying eyes, even if everyone around them is deeply engrossed with another as he watches varying levels of debauchery. So much debauchery he fails to respond to her yet again, despite his curiosity at what else she does with her life, he cannot help but address the strange scene of vulgarity on the bar. 

Lying on the counter is a Bosmer woman, already odd enough to lie on the bar top, but the true scandal comes from the Dunmer man who licks the woman’s chest before drinking a shot of liquor and taking the lime wedge from her mouth; all of this without using his hands. So blatant in its degeneracy, the mer must address it. Hoping it to be a bonding moment between the two of them, he calls her attention towards it, whispering once again in her ear. 

“The lack of proper decorum is amusing, I cannot imagine that it is anything more than a spectacle.” He does not get the desired reaction.

“I’m not surprised you think that.” She pulls on his tie again, bringing his lips hovering just above her shoulder. “But it really is quite fun.” 

“You think that’s fun, Theodora?”

“I’ve never had a bad time, though I prefer to have someone do one off me though.” 

“You do, do you?” It’s beyond him why he extends the effort to entertain this. Of course she enjoyed such a thing; she was from the Empire, she frequented establishments such as this one. Sound logic in that she would enjoy that as well. 

“I very much do. The Dunmer is handsome, you think he’d say yes if I asked?” He is quick to steer her away from the idea, all the work he was putting in and she was going to go off with someone else? 

“So you get me here just to abandon me, is that how it is?” 

“Ondolemar, I’m not going to ask you.” 

“Why not?” Playing dumb did not suit him and unfortunately she can already tell that about him, laughing causing vibrations on his chest. 

“I wouldn’t want you to neglect your good mannerisms.” She stands on her own feet now, no longer leaning against him. Almost instantly does his hand go to his chest and touch where the contact had occurred. Turning to look up at him again she repeats his own words back to him, adding in some judgement on his character. “After all it’s nothing more than a spectacle and it’s clear you’re not that type at all.” 

“Is that so?” 

His head spins as he develops a rationale once more. The pieces slide together as he concludes this is a sacrifice he must make. Prove himself to be of the type she seemed to like and she’ll open more to him, unfazed for when his questions start. Still a long while off, this could be the very foundation for the answers he seeks. So that is why he says what he says next, irrelevant is the little voice inside him suggesting such an act could be rather agreeable. 

“You should avoid speaking for me.” Eyes-widen at that statement. Her expression is concerning to the point where he wonders if he miscalculated everything. 

“Don’t tell me what to do.” 

“My apologies.” Recovery. “I simply meant that I may be open to the idea.” Thankfully she smirks. 

“Oh you would be, would you? Changing your tune now that you know I’m into it?”

“I was merely seeking to judge your feelings on the concept, did not want to assume anything lest I make you uncomfortable.” It’s a wonderful coverup, turning the situation around. Near genius. 

“Well then, let’s have some fun.”

It’s a blur as she leads him to the bar, the couple that was there prior now gone, lost among the bodies on the dancefloor. She says something to the bartender, whatever it is that enables you to order this… experience. Throwing oneself in the line of duty often entailed doing things one did not want to, debasing oneself for the greater good of the cause. As she lays on the bar, sprinkling salt between the exposed cleavage of her printed dress; Ah that is what he was licking, Ondolemar tells himself that is precisely what he is doing. A shot glass full of a clear liquid, unaware of what that could be, lies on the top of her sternum and a lime wedge in her hand. He has a brief moment of reprieve as he looks around and contends with the truth that yes he was about to do this. 

“What am I doing?”

“Proving me wrong, unless of course I am right about you. Uptight mer who wouldn’t know real fun if it was right in front of him.” Yet it is right in front of him, staring at him with those emerald eyes as he is determined to challenge her expectations. 

“Ah yes, that’s what I was about to do.” She smiles at him, teasing and playful, his efforts already working. Before placing the fruit between her teeth, the flesh exposed, she tells him one rule. 

“Remember, no hands.”

Indeed no hands are used to aid him, aside from one gripping the wood of the counter and the other finding her hip once again. Stabilize him for good reason as he leans over and becomes momentarily distracted at the sight of her breasts confined to the tight clothing. How he would love to trail his fingers up and over the mounds, landing in the center and pulling it down. He loves the idea so much that the one on her hip does move. It stops as quickly as it started though. Remembering a key factor that attempted to elude him. They were only in this position so he could get information in the future, receive it willingly as arresting an Imperial agent would be impossible at this point. There was nothing to suspect anything and he knew they would fight tooth and nail for her freedom and the Dominion would lose any ground covered in the sabotage. He also recalls that it is the salt between them that he is here for. This ritual, as it were, is making him painfully hard that when he does lick the salt he nearly comes as she lets out a content moan. If the point of this was not to do it quickly he would ask her what that was about. Question her as to why it is they barely know each other and it is already apparent she enjoys torturing him. But he doesn’t, instead encircling the perimeter of the glass and throwing his head back to down the liquid before biting into the citrus. The lime after the burn of the alcohol is good, oddly soothing as many sensations run through him. The ache of his erection combined with their lips this close has him faltering, memories of his plan disappearing as he lets their lips meet.

[thequeenofthewinter]

Work-in-Progress Wednesday

Uh, hi. I am a degenerate and am currently in the middle of writing scholarly gentleman smut. Not quite there yet, but that is what we are building up to. Yes, today I have more Veilguard. If you wish not to be tagged in content outside of TES, please let me know. I promise I will not be offended.

Tagging: @oblivions-dawn @skyrim-forever @theoneandonlysemla @sanza-17 @dirty-bosmer

@sylvienerevarine @umbracirrus @pocket-vvardvark @firefly-factory @bougainvillea-and-saltwater

“Is this why you lured me out here, Iris?” He whispers, lips coming up to brush against the shell of her ear. “To torture me into an early grave?”

As his mouth finds its way down to her neck, a soft sigh escapes her, breath fanning out into the chilled air in pale wisps. “I know a good necromancer who could help you with that.”

“I should hope that would be you.” He continues to press light kisses to her skin, slowly working his way down to the base of her neck, one hand drawing her closer to press her back against him.

A arm snakes its way further down reaching to grasp at the fabric around her hips. Iris can feel him stir against her, and she arches back against him. “If there is one thing I know how to do well, it’s raise the dead.” 

“Darling, you tempt. You tease, but this is not to the place nor the time.”

“Who said that it wasn’t?” She turns around to face him, eyes sparkling with mischief and want. “You mean to tell me you’ve never fooled around in the Gardens, Emmrich?”

“It would be highly improper—”

“Sometimes the most fun things are a bit improper, dearest, and you can’t tell me that you don’t want to.” Iris leans forward, tugging at the lapels of his jacket. “Can I tell you a something?”

He swallows, hoping that it will press down the increasing heat and desire he feels as he looks down at her—a moth caught in her flame.

“I want you, and I can see you thinking entirely too much inside that brilliant skull of yours, love.”

Love.

The word echoes in a chorus, reverberating through his mind like chiming bells in the wind. “You—”

“Yes, I do.” Pink blossoms over her cheeks. “I—I’ve felt this way for a while, but I just never—”

His lips cut her off, teeth crashing against hers in an uncharacteristic frenzy as he pushes her back against the marble statue behind her. 

“Emm—” A gasp, a half a sound. The rest is swallowed up in his kiss.

Hands tangle, reaching up to thread themselves in her hair, as his composure drops all for that one word. He is trapped in her spell. I shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t be doing this. He will burn if anyone should find them here in this position, but at the same time he can’t find it in him to tear himself away. The softness of her skin, the promise of something more is too tempting, too tantalizing when he is this close. 

Stop it, Emmrich. She’s a lady, and she deserves more than fumbling dalliances hidden in the dark. Someday she could be your—

A sudden warmth brings him back to her moment as Iris’ hands frantically push up the bottom of his dress shirt.

If this is damnation, then I don’t want anything else.

[theoneandonlysemla]

WIP Wednesday!

Tagged by: @skyrim-forever @lillxart @sulphuricgrin @dirty-bosmer @sanza-17 Y'all got my ass today while I wasn't home :P

Tagging: @ladytanithia @hircines-hunter @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @elavoria @firefly-factory @illumiera @pocket-vvardvark @rakaiawriter @sheirukitriesfandom @thequeenofthewinter @vanilleeistee @weirdisme

I got something from the new chapter of Dealings with Daedra for you that will be published next weekend! I have posted about this chapter before in this WIP Wednesday post (wait I've written this back in august?!) and it handles the reason why Morotar is in a rather bad mood, when he visits Elenwen in her office. Enjoy! [Oh and little warning: this is quite uncomfortable to read]

His knock sounded softly on the door to the ambassador’s chambers. He held his breath, wiping his sweaty palms on his tunic. The cloak was back in his chamber, so was the dagger that had accompanied him over the day. But the nausea was still there.

“Come in,” Elenwen lilted, as if she was already awaiting him.

Pressing his teeth together, he shoved the door open and entered. When it fell into lock behind him, a barely noticeable flinch flashed through his body. The room was filled with the heavy scent of jasmine, sweet and smothering. Elenwen sat at her dressing table, combing through her damp, blonde hair. The ember colour of her eyes reflected in the mirror, fixing on him.

“It is you. Anything else you want to hurl at me? Have I once again exceeded my powers and you’re here to put me in my place?” she mocked him.

She turned on the stool she was sitting on, propping one hand up on the table and glared at him. Only now he noticed the black, silken nightgown that hugged her figure and emphasized the shape of her breasts with lined lace.

“Spit it out already.”

Morotar stepped further into the room, the hardwood floor creaking under his weight. The flowery scent made his head spin, but he kept his aim in sight. From behind his back, he pulled out the leatherbound dossier and threw it at her feet. With a slapping sound, it landed. Elenwen picked it up with pointed fingers, then flipped through the pages.

“Ah, yes. That Dunmer,” she concluded and put the notebook on the tabletop. “What is your interest in her?”

“I have not pulled her out of the ocean for you to nearly kill her with your disgusting interrogation methods. It is against our regularities to not grant a healing after such severe torture. Not to mention, these are methods fitting in the second era. You know as well as I do, that I have to report such things.”

Morotar crossed his arms and stared down at her, but instead of any touch of fear, Elenwen put a grin on her face. Slowly, she rose from her seat and made graceful steps towards him.

“Oh, how adorable. Are you being all sentimental about a simple Dunmer? You wouldn't believe it. Someone plunges into the depths once and they've already hit your sore spot.”

Her bittersweet words echoed in Morotar’s ears and made him tremble. That she chose to go this route, he had not expected. Her ferocity had doubled in his time of absence and the suggestion tore at his deepest wound and she knew it.     Elenwen had reached him and her hand stroked over his chest, the urge to retreat shot through Morotar's body.

“I know that you want to know more about this, your curiosity is not hidden very well. You never were good at that, my boy,” she purred, her fingers wandering further down to his groin.

His figure stiffened, as she gathered his tunic and her hand found the waistband of his pants. The tip of her finger glided under it, her nails scratching his sensitive skin. A familiar numbness overcame his body, his mind blanked out the surroundings. Elenwen was a blur to him and when he opened his mouth to speak, he sounded oddly foreign to himself. Just as if he were listening to himself from another room.

“An eye for an eye, as always?” he asked and she nodded.

[sulphuricgrin]

I've been sitting on these character sheets for a while. Figured I'd finally finish filling them out. Probably the best template I've seen in a while. (I'm totally thinking of making a TES themed one!)

Would love to see moot's OCs. Gonna tag, but seriously if you're not interested, no worries: @hircines-hunter @sanza-17 @illumiera @pocket-vvardvark @skyrim-forever @skyrim-crossing @lathez @yewphoric

@nyarevar @changelingsandothernonsense @thequeenofthewinter @scholarlyhermit @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @moriche @flycasual @kiir-do-faal-rahhe and anyone else that's interested!

* Pacifying children for Lilli is only that high because she'd use illusions to pacify. Not because she's good with and likes children. lol

* Obedient is half, but I can't say why 🤫

* Justice is debatable. In general she doesn't care, but if it's an injustice against her, then she will attempt to get justice (revenge)

TEMPLATE by @cparrisart and also⬇below cut⬇

transparent, white, black styles for you! enjoy <3

[red-mountain-flower]

jia, @bougainvillea-and-saltwater’s lovely last dragonborn!

[moriche]

WIP WEDNESDAY

It is wednesday my guys, gals and non-binary pals! First of all, a happy new year to everyone! I actually got a bit of writing done this week - hopefully I'll be able to treat everyone to a new chapter of Fear soon enough! I haven't really edited much yet, but I think I got the core of the transition scene finally done. Tagged by @sulphuricgrin @umbracirrus @skyrim-forever @hircines-hunter

And because I love seeing what everyone is up to and I like tagging folks: @thequeenofthewinter @truth-01001001-liar @pocket-vvardvark @illumiera @dei2dei @tafferling @unknownhomosapien @kat-tail @nyarevar @changelingsandothernonsense @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @oblivions-dawn @nuwanders @scorchedcandy @saltymaplesyrup @dirty-bosmer @ladytanithia @thenotebookwizard @tonakuma

If you want to get on or off Ms. Moriche's Wild Ride, please tag me or DM me and I'll make a note and add or remove you!

And also tagged are YOU! YES! YOU!

Ever since they’d left Balmora, every exchange between Veryn and Caius had been brief, each conversation carefully crafted to be as unoffensive as possible - and after five days of hiding behind a shield of measured politeness, Veryn could not stand it any longer. Caius’ quiet gaze lingered on his shoulders every night, as the spymaster silently studied the rites Veryn performed, challenging him, inviting him to speak up. “I threw my lot in with Azura,” Veryn said, wondering if this would bring him and Caius back at each others throat. “She’s supposed to care about Nerevar. After all, she cursed us Dunmer for his death. If I have to deal with her sooner or later, it might as well be sooner if she can save me from the madness of the Sixth House.” Did she curse the Three because they betrayed Nerevar? Or because they broke their oath to her? Caius nodded, too slow and too thoughtful and too unreadable. “I presume the Urshilaku Wise Woman taught you, then. Has it done you any good, so far?” How should he take Caius’ words? Were they meant as a genuine question? Were they a backhanded insult — an interpretation fueled by Veryn’s paranoia and distrust? He looked like hell and felt like it too, worn out by travel and worry, always on the move, never quite able to catch his breath. “Dagoth Ur hasn’t visited me since I started praying to Her.” Veryn traced the edge of the flat block of slate he’d used as a makeshift altar. “But apparently, sleeping better means that my body gets to catch up on my exhaustion of the past near decade. Besides, we’ll be at Mamaea tomorrow, and the nearer we get there, the worse I sleep. There’s something wrong about that place. That bone cavern I saw - the entire cave system reminds me of a long-dead corpse.” “It might be one.” Sharn had been watching them from near the campfire, her face cast aglow by the flickering flames. “It’s what people say about Necrom, the City of the Dead over on the Mainland. Mamaea might be another remnant of Vivec’s monstrous children, lost in the ash for millennia.”

[illumiera]

WIP Wednesday

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

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

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

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

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

[pocket-vvardvark]

🎉 2024 wrap up! 🎉

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

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

1. Alethia in her glowy dress

2. Alethia being sad (rip queen)

3. Auntie Shana being a hot werewolf

4. Auntie Shana posing like a queen

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

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

[skyrim-crossing]

No Matter Where You Are (TES Fanfiction)

Hey guys! I'm in the process of scouring my AO3 for things I want to keep, rewrite or give up on so I can post all of my new (and frankly better) pieces. I found one of my most recent fanfictions on there, and as such, it is the highest quality content I currently have uploaded to my account. Thought I would share it here!

I am still working on my overhauled introduction to Obsidian, so please be patient and I hope you can enjoy this with her old context lmao.

Going to tag some of my beloved mutuals, apologies if I'm being annoying here 😭🩵 @lady-iizsil @hircines-hunter @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @skyrim-forever @pocket-vvardvark @lucius-the-sinful @hadvarandralof @sulphuricgrin @arugullla

Thank you so much for anyone who decides to read! Stay hydrated, stay safe, have a great day and blessed be! <3 - Ash

The two moons loomed high in the night sky. The peaceful ambience of nocturnal creatures filled the air between the swaying of the grass and trees, creating a serene, mystical environment. These seemingly magical places were hidden by a blue mist and intangible barriers. Mortals lived amongst these structures of magnificence and mystery and were oblivious to their existence. The only ones who had access to them were the ones who knew where to find them...

Read here

[lathez]

It's Sujamma Sundas!

Did you know that Sujamma has a very important job to do? Three times a week, Sujamma visits the Temple of Kynareth to comfort sick or injured children. He loves making them laugh and smile! Everyone needs a smile!

Today, Sujamma wants to know about your OC's moral compass. What God do they worship and why? Do they engage in any illicit activities (drugs, etc?) Any holy activities, like healing in the name of a certain divine? Have they committed any crimes, or are there any crimes they actively despise? Feel free to talk about anything and everything along these lines.

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[hircines-hunter]

ᛖᛚᛖᛏᛏᚱᚨ + ᚠᛖᚾᚱᛁᚱ

for @bougainvillea-and-saltwater

[skyrim-forever]

WIP Wednesday

Hi everyone it's another Wednesday <3 I was tagged by the wonderful @ladytanithia @changelingsandothernonsense @lillxart @theoneandonlysemla

Tagging: @captain-of-silvenar @pocket-vvardvark @dirty-bosmer @bougainvillea-and-saltwater

@umbracirrus @firefly-factory @thequeenofthewinter @lucien-lachance @sanza-17 @hircines-hunter @scholarlyhermit @sulphuricgrin

Was hoping to post some more Vevora/Aicanatr stuff but unfortunately it just ain't working rn but! I was able to get some writing done on a wip that's been sitting around since November. Below is some of my Theomar love confession rewrite <3 Man down so bad he volunteered to go to Windhelm post-Civil War as an excuse to see her <3 <3 <3 Under cut for length, one slightly horny line, and she takes that mer drinking at the Cornerclub :P

There could not be a worse time for him to fall for her, become so entangled in wanting her that it made him desire to abandon his post. But if that were a doable feat, then the standards that made him feel that way would not be as strict as they are. Their deeply grim reality did not stop the love, admitting it to himself had been like a dam bursting; the drops of sustaining professional praise could not compete with the rapids of intimacy. Her hands on his face, letting him lie on her breasts and listen to the calming sound of her heartbeat, how her legs would pull him in closer until he was- Enough. There he went getting too far ahead and wrapped up in her yet again. The sigh heard from him sounds more of a stifled groan to which he gets a confused, yet intrigued look from the Imperial woman. He provides a quick cover up. 

“My apologies, it would seem I let myself get distracted by you again.” 

“Why Commander, you really must get better about that.” No. He had no intention of pushing her from his mind, it had already proven to be a losing battle. He prayed to be freed of her to now welcome the torment, retreating further into her. If had any power in the situation, he would absolutely not be in Windhelm right now, planning how to tell this Imperial soldier that he loved her. “I wouldn’t want you losing sight of things.”

“Oh, I think you would like it very much.” Finally, he remembers her question. “And yes, I did come all this way to see you. You ran through my mind constantly these past months, how could I not take advantage of the opportunity?” 

“I’ve missed you as well.” Controlling the elation he feels is difficult, uptick in his voice.  

“Is that so?”

“I did think about you on occasion.” When? Despite desperately wanting to know, he refrains, content to know she has noticed his absence. “It has been a few months, it is good to see you. Despite the circumstances…” Her words trail off a bit towards the end, the similar look from before only now she does see him. Staring up at him, her left eye twitched as though she would begin crying again.  

“You wouldn’t want to join me somewhere, would you?” Please he thinks. Please let me steal you from them, just a moment Theodora. Tapping her finger to her chin, she smirks at him. 

“Hmmm, I will but only if you join me somewhere first?” Oh What did she have in mind? He assumed she knew the city better than him, maybe there was somewhere else they could go…

“Tell me what do you have in mind?”

“Well, after the day I’ve had, I need a drink.” A quick glance at their surroundings before she taps his chest. “And I imagine you could use one as well.” 

“It would not hurt.” Anything you would like. That is what he wishes to say. Have his only concern making her happy and if there would be something other than mead available. But he has far more worries than that. 

“I cannot imagine the tavern will be a safe place for us.”

“No it would not be.” Confusing the Thalmor, she laughs. “Do you think so lowly of me to think I’d go there?”

“Where do you drink then, Theodora?” 

Regret is not what he feels, sitting at a table that is continuously blasted with cold air as the patrons of this Cornerclub, as it were, shuffle in and out. Offhandedly he wonders if they were passing by him purposely, seeking out more chances to lour at him in the way only Dunmer could. The scowls form the Nords, the shifted glances half outside his vision, those were all too easy to interpret: Damn elf. Uninspired. But the Dunmer, oh the Dunmer could hate with such sincerity that as the few who uttered something in addition to their glares, they did not need to say it in the common tongue. The Dunmeris meaning of the word unknown, their tone alone conveys the intent of an insult. It’s not important for him to know exactly how he is being insulted, though he could harbour a guess or two, simply saying it for their own satisfaction. It was somewhat impressive, in a peculiar way, but nonetheless, Ondolemar is slightly impressed. Perhaps he was just glad to be in the company of mer, regardless of what type of mer they are. Yet what does rouse further intrigue in him, however, is the decidedly lack of similar treatment Theodora receives. 

Ordering in their language and going relatively unnoticed as she returns to him, two strange jars that resemble nothing he had seen before, he comments on it. Not completely surprised as why would she frequent an establishment she was not welcomed in, this is still strangely welcoming. 

“You’re well liked here.” The woman places one jar in from of him before chuckling at his notion. Lovely to hear her laugh again after the pain that marked her face when they first spoke. 

“I wouldn't go that far, Commander.”

“You wouldn’t?” 

“I wouldn’t.” She opens the jar and takes a mouthful. “But speaking Dunmeris, having lived in Morrowind even if only for a few months, it does help. Still an Imperial bastard but I don’t have to pretend to be interested in mead and a poor rendition of the Dragonborn Comes at Candlehearth Hall.” Cyrodiil natives prided themselves on being cosmopolitan but Theodora was a true example of that. 

“Clearly you get along with many different kinds of people.”

“Clearly.” She rolls her eyes. He himself is the most damning evidence after all, but it is humorous her assessment of her person. 

“Well, I suppose Imperial bastard is correct in the most literal sense.”

“I prefer the term love child I’ll have you know.”

"Equally true, from what you have told me." He takes the lid off the concoction in front of him. “What would I be?”

“I suppose you could go ask, I bet Ambarys would be willing to tell you to your face.” Directing his attention to the barkeep with her eyes, the Altmer instead chooses to remain with the reason he’s here at all. Less interested in what he thought of her choice in company and more in enjoying what he came all this way for; her. 

“I believe my imagination will suffice.”

[thequeenofthewinter]

Work-in-Progress Wednesday

The Emmrich brainrot continues, and do I ever have plans. Iris and Emmrich will be attending a ball in the Necropolis because I could not resist the siren song of them dancing together. (...or the idea of them later sneaking off into the Memorial Gardens for some--alone time.) ;) As for now, this is not spicy, but I do plan on turning up the heat later. For now, enjoy the intro...

Tagging: @oblivions-dawn @dirty-bosmer @hircines-hunter @hannah-heartstrings @skyrim-forever

@bougainvillea-and-saltwater @firefly-factory @umbracirrus @theoneandonlysemla @illumiera

@pocket-vvardvark @vivifriend

“What do you think, Manfred? Is it too much?” Iris turns, looking over herself in the mirror in front of her, as she smooths down the velvet and lace of the dress she wears. How was it that she had Neve talk her into putting this thing on. It’s far too—

Hissss. The skeleton almost sounds pleased, or at least as pleased as the undead can, as he rocks on his toes, the tea set in his hands clattering precariously.

“I told you already, Iris. You look lovely. All you have to do is have confidence and walk with your shoulders back, head held high.” Neve walks over to her and pokes between her exposed shoulder blades to make her point. “The Necropolis won’t know what hit them.”

“I’m not trying to impress them. I—”

“Well then, Emmrich.” The hint of a teasing smile curls her lips. “Send him to an early grave, so to speak, of course.”

“I—”

Words are not needed, as a single glance from the detective tells her she shouldn’t even try to deny what she knows. Or rather what the whole of the Lighthouse knows. While their relationship is still new, both she and Emmrich have been dancing around each other for weeks. This is only the unnecessary confirmation the rest of them needed—that he would ask her to the Necromancer’s Ball.

For the third time, Iris picks at the edge of the fine lace lining the almost scandalous neckline of the dress that she is in.

“Stop picking at it or you’ll ruin it.” Neve smacks her arm lightly with a chuckle. 

“It’s just that I have never worn something like this before, and I’ll be going home, and I’m not entirely sure this is proper, and—”

“It’s more than proper, and you look beautiful, Iris.” Bellara nods her head enthusiastically. “You look like a proper,” she puts a finger to her lips in thought, “queen of the dead. Like from one of the serials I read.” She sighs.

Iris smiles at her friend as she laughs lightly. “Thank you, Bellara, but the only thing I’ll be queen of is all the eyes which will stare at me—at us.” She throws her up to her face, being careful not to smudge all of the hard work her friends did on her makeup. She’s certain Neve would never let her head the end of it.

“Let them stare, and let them be jealous. Isn’t that right, Fred?” Neve inclines her head towards him.

Hissss. The tea set clatters again before the detective takes it.

“See? Even your skeleton son agrees with me. Now go and have fun.”

[theoneandonlysemla]

WIP Whunday

Brain went like: Dürer self portrait + Dracula’s outfit + Mannimarco.

Yeah, that’s what I did all day and so much is still missing. Decided against yellow skin because meh. Loved the sketch tho!

Tagging (if you like): @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @did3lphis @dirty-bosmer @elavoria

@firefly-factory @hircines-hunter @illumiera @lillxart

@ladytanithia @pocket-vvardvark @sheirukitriesfandom @thequeenofthewinter

@vanilleeistee @skyrim-forever

No pressure here, I know it’s in between the holidays ;)