#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!

[moriche]

TES WIP WEDNESDAY

Tagged by a whole bunch of folks, and tagging a whole bunch of folks in return as well! (Does anyone know if tags work if you put them beneath a cut, btw?) I've really enjoyed seeing all of your work today already and I'll get around to reblogging and fully reading and admiring it tomorrow <3 I'm always super happy to be tagged so I can easily find the posts in my @-mentions ^^

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I've been tinkering with my writing, so have some art for this week! Been setting up some ideas for what the ref sheet will look like, and detailed the base-pose Veryn with just breeches. I've also been thickening some of the lines on the armoured gear to bring 'em up a bit closer in line with the Telvanni armour (not pictured yet).

I also wanted to redraw my old discord emote I made of Veryn peeking and it kinda. maybe. ended up as me painting a lot on top of it. God, painting and drawing faces is so hard. Things end up easily lopsided/assymetrical for me and I only notice it way, way too late. Also need to push those shadows more - even though it feels like I'm using a fairly large range already, it still feels fairly flat.

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[theoneandonlysemla]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by: @hircines-hunter and @sulphuricgrin

Tagging: @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @changelingsandothernonsense @dirty-bosmer @elavoria @friend-of-giants @firefly-factory @guardianlizard @gyldowen-draws @heavy-metal-dick @illumiera @labskeever @ladytanithia @moriche @pocket-vvardvark @rikkimora @rakaiawriter @sheirukitriesfandom @shadovvmarks @thequeenofthewinter @skyrim-forever @vanilleeistee @sanzas-reverie @weirdisme @scholarlyhermit @pyre-of-pages

It’s Wednesday my dudes! I did work more on my new A Taste of Death chapter but honestly, there is nothing in it at the moment that I really want to share. Maybe next week, if I haven’t finished that monster then, haha. So, more Faralda in Mucha-Style for you! I finished the line art and cursed myself for all the details while doing so and I put in the base colours! Next step is shading with watercolour and then she’s done. I will then start with Nevri, I think. As there are four paintings in the precious stones series, I was pondering if there’s anyone who can be the fourth girly and realised that Lovira does exist, haha. Not me forgetting about Morotar’s fiancé lol. (Who am I, him?!) So I’ll probably do that poor girly as the fourth one. Anyway, have fun with Faralda:

[skyrim-forever]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you to @saltymaplesyrup @moonraevn @labskeever @graveofcalaxes for the tags! Awesome stuff from you all :)

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

@firefly-factory @thequeenofthewinter @hircines-hunter @sanzas-reverie @scholarlyhermit @sulphuricgrin @friend-of-giants

@umbracirrus @captain-of-silvenar @lucien-lachance @throughtrialbyfire @moriche @ladytanithia @heavy-metal-dick @pyre-of-pages

I had made a fair amount of progress and we have full bloodied face now! The last couple of days have been busy and hectic so I have done much beading. I really like how the contrast in the two shades of red turned out. Excited to keep working on this piece 🩸

[hircines-hunter]

WIP Whenesday

It’s close enough right?! Lol it’s Wednesday somewhere I’m cooking up some painful things……. Ehehe.

Gonna tag @umbracirrus @mavariel @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @sulphuricgrin @skyrim-forever @moriche @pocket-vvardvark @sanzas-reverie @dirty-bosmer @madamefluffnstuff @illumiera @yewphoric @oblivions-dawn @silly-little-diary @bostoniangirl21 @lobo-inu @theoneandonlysemla @v1ctory-or-sovngarde no obligations or pressure! Feel free to tag me!

Farkas grabbed Sifkni’s hand. “Sifkni wait. Listen to me.”

Sifkni turned her head away from the portal. “Aye?” She squeezed his hand.

“I think we….” He swallowed. “I think we should send you back. Listen to Hircine. Trade my heart for yours. So you can get back home to Jorrvaskr. Go with Aela and Estinan.” He brought her hands to his lips and kissed the knuckles. He held her hands tightly in his. She shivered in his grip. “Listen. Sifkni.” He put his hand under her chin and tilted her head, looking into her watery eyes. “You can go home. And live. Have our kids and raise them with the help of Jorrvaskr.”

Sifkni shook her head. Tears fell down her face. “I can’t…. Not without you. I can’t!”

“You have to go.” He cupped her cheeks, wiping the tears off her face. “You have to go.”

“Farkas….”

‘Is this what you want? Your husband’s heart for your own? He would become the Hare.’ Adelina looked down at Sifkni. Her ears pinned back.

Sifkni looked at Adelina and then at Farkas. A sob tore through her lips as she collapsed into Farkas’ arms. “I can’t do this Farkas. I can’t!”

“You must. You must live. With the little pups. Back home.” Farkas cupped her cheeks and caressed them with his thumbs. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “You must live.”

“Not without you!” She pulled away, breathing hard and fast. She shook her head. “No. No.”

“This is the decision I want to make. My life for your life and the twins.” Farkas wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest. He ran his fingers down her arms. “This is not a decision I make lightly. But for your survival and the pups. I am fine becoming the Hare, at this expense.” He kissed the top of her head and squeezed her tightly. “We will see each other again. Whether it’s with me winning, or when you finally join me in the Hunting–”

“NO!” Sifkni clawed at his arms as she moved away. “Nono!”

“Sifkni. You must leave.”

Sifkni shook her head and backed away. “No. I refuse.”

“Sifkni please.”

‘I need you to make a decision. I cannot hold this portal much longer.’

Sifkni’s body shook as her vision wavered. She gripped Farkas’ arm. Her nails dug into his skin. “I can’t. Farkas. I cannot. I cannot raise these kids without you.”

“You will have Jorrvaskr. And you will do great.” He cupped her face again and leaned over to kiss her forehead. He kissed her nose and cheeks. Finally he kissed her lips. Soft and gentle.

“I can’t, Farkas.” She said between the soft kisses. Tears streamed down her face. “I won’t.”

[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.

[sulphuricgrin]

It's Sujamma Sundas!

This week @lathez's Sujamma wants to hear all about your big ideas. What’s a new story idea or OC idea you have? Maybe you haven’t fleshed it out yet - this is a great opportunity!

no pressure tagging: @skyrim-forever @illumiera @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @lobo-inu @hircines-hunter @pocket-vvardvark @scholarlyhermit @yansurnummu @oblivions-dawn @yewphoric

@changelingsandothernonsense @sanzas-reverie @fangsandsoftgrass @ggghoulish @silly-little-diary @truth-01001001-liar @firefly-factory @moogaiashe @pinessydr @flycasual

I actually talked about my recent new WIPS like 2 days ago in a tag/ask game. I'm just gonna copy&paste the answers here. Given they're smut WIPS ideas, I don't expect all to read it. Just tagged lots cause i'm more curious about everyone else's ideas that they've been working on, than them reading my post here lol

First WIP:

I'll state the title comes from Måneskin's song OWN MY MIND which is fitting for these idiots. Anyways, it's another smut oneshot! Because of fucking course it is. I'm ill about them. You already know how my outline/ideas are written from the last oneshot with you and the girls on discord lmao Can't believe i'm sharing this publicly compared to the server. nervous nervous nervous Anyways, my stupidity under the cut. SMUT WIP OUTLINE Idea:  Miraak orders Lilli to sing for him, his little canary. Challenges her to see how long she can continue as he goes down on her. Wants to hear her breath hitch and voice stutter. They’ve got their own (overly inflated) egos on the line here. To even the playing field, she asks him to take off the ring that offers him immunity to her illusion work (that's made for him). Curious, he follows through, though a tad hesitant. She must have an idea in mind to pair with her singing. [THIS IS AN IMMENSE AMOUNT OF TRUST, given what she can do to the mind at this point] And she does. Illusions dig into his mind, and he feels her hands all over him ― though never truly there― before settling on his cock. It was an odd thing, for her to jerk him off yet she never truly touches him, for it's all in his mind, and then he feels her mouth that's not there. Both are trying to overstimulate the other, who's attention breaks first. Lilli fails eventually though ;) Seconds before Lilli’s orgasm, he stops, denying her of it. Wants her to squirm. But oh, the whiny sob, her nails digging into his scalp. And then, to his surprise― tears.   To find her so truly overwhelmed. He's never seen her cry like this. Or at all. He loves the sight of it. Especially when it's got her cursing him, vicious, yet utterly begging for him. There's more, but that's the idea~

Second WIP idea:

named to THE CHASE (based off LuLuYam’s song that’s in the Dragonsong playlist haha) I think you can already get an idea based off the title change― I’m making a fic based of one of the fantasies in It Means Nothing (This Means Everything) "Would she make him stalk her through the tower or the libraries for her, whilst wearing almost nothing and that mischievous smile on her face? Yes, she would, and he’d follow in a heartbeat to claim her. Would she do the same, stalking for him as soon as she enters Apocrypha? She does so already." So a bit of a predator/prey dynamic. Because 👀  But it is gonna be a bit of a switch, as in Lilli’s gonna do her typically stalking first before the dynamic shifts to Miraak going after her.  That's all I've got since I'm working on the other oneshot first. But yeah, of course I've got another idea already. I'mtotallynormalaboutthem

I do have more ideas, but i'm scared to share this kind of shit in public.

Thank you, Eve and Cethlenn for encouraging me as always with this kind of shit. <3

[pinessydr]

WIP-Wednesday

Tagged by @madam-whim and @sanzas-reverie and finally have enough energy to share something :3 Thank you for the opportunity! Lady Dibella helps me to learn something about colors. She survived even my laptop crash!

And Dibella blessed little snippet

Morokei often asks uncomfortable questions, even when he doesn't realize it. Vokun likes this, too, even if he sometimes answers with half-truths. He is allowed to do so. “About sleep. It was a hard day today.” “Do you want me to follow you to your rooms? Servants prepared them for you.” What does he want? To stay. To sit there until the fire goes out, listening to the smooth flow of Morokei's voice: after really busy hours when they had to kill someone, he liked to read poetry to relax. Vokun didn't know the language of his books, but it didn't matter. Not when they were alone. To go. To the cozy room, as it had always been since Bromjunaar had gained a new master. To enter it together, to stop Morokei before the heavy oak door, and to touch hands in response to his curious gaze. If he was ready to step forward, even if just for one night without any obligations, so many other things would lose their meaning. So far, he has only lost his mind.

Tagging @lilarus @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @illumiera @kiir-do-faal-rahhe @elavoria and @starrythroat to share their future masterpieces

[heavy-metal-dick]

WIP Wednesday!

It’s here again, yay! Thank you @theoneandonlysemla @skyrim-forever @dirty-bosmer and @labskeever for the tags! I pass along to @friend-of-giants @sundering-keen @falmerbrook @moriche @lucien-lachance and @bougainvillea-and-saltwater ❤️

I bring more Sil and Vivec, having made up from their last squabble and discussing some cultural differences between House Sotha and the Ashlanders.

I’m getting very close to finishing this arc of the fic, which is how I do longfics/epics these days: write a piece of the story, edit it, rest, write something else for a while, and then come back to add another chunk later. This excerpt is from ch 5, and this arc will have 19 in total (I’m currently working on the last one). Also, by this time next week, I will have posted ch 2 of HoE here. :)

[lathez]

What’s that you’ve been working on Sujamma?

Oh Sujamma! How cute, a scrapbook page of Nerevorp spending time with his dad - look, he’s even hanging out with Grandpa Teldryn!

This week, Sujamma wants to see some other lovely scrapbook pages and moodboards. He’s encouraging all of you to make and post an image collection with the tag #sujamma sundas so all our OCs can share memories together!

Tonight Sujamma is tagging @sulphuricgrin @sanza-17 @skyrim-forever @skyrim-crossing @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @sunsettemplar @hadvarandralof and @pinessydr

(Nerevorp by @rambles-about-some-scrolls and dadjamma by @hadvarandralof )

[red-mountain-flower]

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

[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!

[moriche]

TES WIP WEDNESDAY

Tagged by a whole bunch of folks, and tagging a whole bunch of folks in return as well! Honestly I have no idea when this becomes too much or if I'm breaking Tumblr-Etiquette 😅but I love seeing what everyone is up to and reblogging your work too!! @thequeenofthewinter @truth-01001001-liar @pocket-vvardvark @illumiera @unknownhomosapien @kat-tail @nyarevar @changelingsandothernonsense @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @oblivions-dawn @scorchedcandy @saltymaplesyrup @dirty-bosmer @ladytanithia @thenotebookwizard @sulphuricgrin @umbracirrus @skyrim-forever @hircines-hunter @friend-of-giants @labskeever @heavy-metal-dick @sanzas-reverie @theoneandonlysemla @yansurnummu @scholarlyhermit @linwelinwrites @sylvienerevarine @kookaburra1701 @elavoria @wispstalk @stormbeyondreality @ansu-gurleht @madam-whim @gilgamish @ggghoulish @graveofcalaxes @nuwanders @captain-of-silvenar @pyre-of-pages @guardianlizard @lobu-inu @fangsandsoftgrass @rustyram035 @lathez @babyblueetbaemonster @unironicallytes

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I got some more work done on Veryn's outfits - this time it's the Telvanni Armour / Dust Adept look to travel the Ashlands, featuring a Dreugh Skull. I also did some writing, which you can see below the cut! Can't believe it's almost a year since I last updated my fic, but I've had a hard time getting words on paper. Real Life and Miniche get in the way, and I've arrived at a series of chapters that are going to be this Big Centerpoint of the fic - and I want to really do them well. (and I ran into someone bookmarking my fic, only to see multiple occasions of really similar sentences to mine in their work, which was kinda demotivating too ;.;). But. Hopefully. We're back, baby.

Veryn remained with the guar, the animals loosely tethered and grazing on what dried grasses had survived the cold. Leaning against Sharn, he squinted at Caius setting up a tripod, topped with a gleaming brass instrument. Even from a distance, the man looked intimidating, cloaked in red, clad in decorated Legionnaire’s plate. “Do you hate him?” His spine stiffened at Sharn’s question, vertebrae locking together like a Skyrim shield wall. “It’s that obvious, huh?” Nerves crawled like spiders through his mouth, desperate for a release, and he laughed wryly. “I don’t know if I hate him. What he did, what he’s doing? How can I forget that the Blades are using me as their sacrificial pawn? How can I forgive Caius for lying to me about my own death? And yet if I don’t do anything, if the Empire doesn’t — what if Dagoth Ur wins? What if the voice in my head — ” He broke off abrubtly and gestured around him. “What if all of Morrowind becomes like this or worse? Endless rock and ash, choked by poison weeds. What if Cyrodiil becomes his twisted garden? All of Tamriel?” His answer was a gaze of worry, of uncertainty - a gaze that told him Sharn did not know what the future held either. “And must you carry that weight on your own?” “I don’t know, alright?” He raised his voice, the aching pulse in his temples overriding clarity of thought, frustration and anger threatening to spill out in a torrent of tears and rage. Stomach roiling, Veryn clenched his teeth and eyes, clawing at his mind to gain back a semblance of control. Not here, not now, not in Mamaea, where he couldn’t tell whether the heartbeat in his ears was his own. Sharns hands found his shoulders, her voice found his ears; but he couldn’t quite tell what she was saying over the ring of anxiety until her tone changed and her words stilled. “Ryn,” she said, her voice full of alarm. “I’m fairly sure I’m sensing some magic out here, and it’s not yours.” His stomach stopped squirming and dropped down like lead as a screaming sense of warning jolted through his veins and dragged him back to the present. He cast out his magic hyperagonally, reaching out to the ambient magicka that surrounded them, searching it without rhyme or reason, trying to find patterns in that sea of near-primordial chaos. Usually he was good at this. Usually, he saw patterns where there might be none at all. Today though — “I sense nothing. But if you do, then — ” A corpse from an era long-gone. “Necromancy.” Sharn realised it at the same time he did, wide, panicked eyes meeting the lenses of his dust-mask. “Run!” A creak escaped from the ground, a grinding, grating sound, as if some long-shut door had been opened, some rusty, stilled joint started moving again. Little clouds of dust began to leap towards the sky, growing larger with groan from below. His boots dragged through the ashen dust, solid ground becoming looser and looser with each step he took. Sharn cursed, sinking in to her ankles, the earth caving in below her steps. He stumbled next, their footing disintegrating faster than they could run. Out of the depths echoed a snap, sharp and sudden, followed by another; by a third one, the squealing movement of ancient bones beneath their feet, splintering and fracturing from the pressure of soil and dust. Mamaea awakened, a giant unable to bear its own weight, a skeleton collapsing into itself, a gaping mouth to the abyss, jagged ribs jutting out like teeth. “Hold on!” Veryn yelled, barely audible through the dust blasting his mask. Grasping Sharn’s arm, he drew on his magic without care, lifting up the both of them in flight. A brief distance was all he needed, a few more paces, and they’d make it to more solid rock. Caius must be out there somewhere, obscured by the same storm that proved his undoing. The wind screeched and howled and hummed, resonating with the beat of a thousand scarab wings. It ripped at his clothes and armour and tore at Sharns limbs, wresting them off balance. His magic fizzled, unable to keep two people airborne for long, leaving him only one way. Down.

[theoneandonlysemla]

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Today: more Mucha inspired work. I did do my lovely Ria as Topaz from the Precious Stones series and did look at the other works and decided that my girls should all be painted like that! So I’m planning on doing another one of Nevri (can’t decide if Ruby or Amethyst, let me know what you’d prefer for her) and did start out with Faralda as Emerald! Loved the little mischievous look on that one that perfectly fits her character. Oh and I did search a faceclaim for her and found Charlize Tharon quite fitting! As always I put little details connecting to her story (e.g. the nightshades). Here we go with the WIP, reference is under the cut:

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We have moved on to the hair! I've also made his mohawk more proportional, decided to add a silver border to make his hair pop and it's looking much better (imo) now. Do not mind that brown spot, I got a bit of hot chocolate on him :P

I also got some writing down so I'm gonna throw it under the cut if you're interested, Theodora and Ondolemar's love confession chapter 2, from her pov <3

The war occurred before she was born, the aftermath of it seen in the still destroyed sections of Anvil, a childhood spent among rubble she did not have the life experience to understand. Theodora had enemies on the Gold Coast, not the Dominion nor any of their spies, but East Empire Company who sought to make a profit from those rebuilding. It felt so far away from her until the reality of the situation found her in the form of an outstretched hand offering a goblet of wine. His hands which had held her, pleased her but what else had they done? Though the blood washed away, the feeling of her own stained with the youth of Skyrim, slain for the crime of believing in their country, lingered. Any efforts she made endorsing the Empire were only done publicly, her thoughts in private very different. Perhaps they were alike this way, for if he truly believed in everything the Thalmor stands for, why would he be here with her? Would he have come all this way, accompanied her to the New Gnisis of all places before finding somewhere they could be alone? How ironic it was that they were in the centre of Talos worship in Skyrim and yet the Thalmor Justiciar was doing anything other than acting in his role. Rather, Ondolemar is rambling, providing her an answer to an earlier question: Are you certain you know what you are saying? And he is certain, her disbelief fading enough to allow her to make out his rambles.

“You deserve much better and I understand entirely if you do not-” No. 

She cannot bear to let him doubt for even a moment that she does not feel the same. That she hasn’t spent every night rereading the poem he wrote her by candlelight when the role she was forced into suffocated her. Finding comfort in having another truly see her as she wished to be seen, of course she loves him. Despite the fact she should not, especially not after what she learned today but it would seem Mara is cruel. As she brings his lips to hers, closing the distance between them with a firm tug on his uniform, she quiets any fears that this is one-sided. This which was never meant to be anything, this she denied was anything, now it cannot be anything else. He breaks it first, his neck craned leaning his forehead against hers as their heavy, laboured breaths feel warm on the other’s skin. Even with the new tears in her eyes, their source joy as opposed to pain as they were several hours ago, Theodora can distinctly see the look in his eyes. A look somewhere on the cusp of both hope and pain.

“I love you too.” The pain disappears as even his voice is riddled with hope. 

“You do?” 

“I do.” 

Though it comes out more of a croak, strained voice due to the intensity at which she is crying, it comes out all the same. Now the hands that had done so many things, welded a plethora of destruction spells against others who looked very much like her, not just Man but those in Imperial uniform in  particular; instead they freed her hair from its tie. Cascades of her dark locks entangled in his fingers while he kisses her once more. Ondolemar is a dangerous individual, something to which she never fully grappled with as their visits were so far from all that. Even the matter of sneaking off into a closet put enough distance from the truth of his position. He had served in the Great War, he was a loyal agent or else he would not occupy the role as leader of the Justiciars in Skyrim, all the rumors of Thalmor cruelty she heard no doubt applied to him as well. People disappearing, impoverished war veterans broken in both mind and body, she should run away. Run out to the snow or at the very least not allow him to pick her up, carry her like a bride across the stone temple floor into the tiny priest quarters she pointed out earlier. No, Theodora should not do that.  

But he loves her. 

[hircines-hunter]

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