#elder scrolls OC

[knifecalledlust]

i may have overindulged myself a bit and i turned that sketch into a proper illustration. except i didn't feel like adding a background

[butch-de-101]

I think she looks great and the lighting/shading in the first picture is really good.

Finally finished my art piece of my Last Dragonborn and Nightingale, Emrys.

Her armor was the bane of my existence. This piece took way too long to complete but I like how she turned out. I might take a break from TES art for a little bit.

Edit: Just realized how much more rendering i did with her compared to my Miraak and Gelebor pieces. hehe oops?

[astarfruity]

My wife's (@enthusedfool)'s beautiful Dunmer Brelyn, he is so obsessed with honour you guys ‼️ He also totally wants to kiss my altmer

[legofanguy]

A Elder Scrolls fanfiction using @agentcable March prompt eclipse.

The Bosmer warrior Dervindil walk the land when he saw a solar eclipse coming and he start to worry that someone bad is happening.

[budder-tigress]

I started ESO

Bethesda could y'all've said literally *anything else*

Also my new girlypop Vailorne Jaerus

She's an Altmer Destruction Sorcerer, I'm still making up her lore (╥﹏╥)

I'm really looking forward to getting into the game though, I'm starving for elder scrolls lore

[legofanguy1999]

Magic March 2025 day 14 potions

A Elder Scrolls fanfiction for @thepromptfoundry event Magic March 2025 day 14 potions featuring my vampire oc Geornius.

The vampire Geornius brew a magic potion to make him walk in the sunlight without being hurt by the sun.

[kerosenedreamer]

WIP WEDNESDAY AGAIN

Tagged by: @unironicallytes

Tagging: Again, no one. Cuz I dunno any writers that weren't already tagged or who would be comfortable being tagged *cries*

So, this one is an older one lol I haven't touched it in a hot minute. It's a little tidbit I started writing for my first Elder Scrolls specific OC, Hajvim-Ror/Whispers-in-Low-Waters/Whisper. They started out as a Skyrim OC (Whisper) and have gone backwards through Oblivion(Whispers) and into Elder Scrolls Online(Hajvim). Each one is a 'reincarnation' and descendant of the one before (I could go into the Saxhleel lore but that's not what this is about now is it-) This tidbit is of the Skyrim iteration of them joining the Dark Brotherhood, from the piece I started writing about their adventures in Skyrim, written from the perspective of everyone's favorite little Jester.

“Wait, wait, I know you! Yes, yes, Cicero never forgets a face.” “You’ve met? She just joined us recently.” “Oh yes yes, Cicero knows them.” He placed an emphasis on the word ‘them’, distinctly remembering the Argonian’s statement from before- he had found it intriguing, never having really met someone who went by ‘they’ and ‘them’ before, so the information had been filed away in a small corner of his mind should he ever encounter the kind stranger again. And what luck he would have to not only meet them again, but for them to be the newest member of this little shoddy ‘family’ of his. Not that he would venture to call any of the members of this sect ‘family’, no no, they had yet to prove themselves worthy of his loyalty. Especially that Astrid woman, the self proclaimed matriarch. A deeply unsettling feeling had taken root in his stomach- he did not like her. No not one bit. The nerve to declare herself ‘mother’ while dear sweet Mother yet lived, in no small part due to his own efforts.  “Helped poor Cicero on the road, they did. Helped him get his wagon fixed so he could bring Mother here safely. Whisper, was it?” The Argonian nodded, the iridescent blue scales covering the tip of their nose catching the dim light of the cavern.   “Ohoho! Remembered on the first try!” The man performed a small sort of jig in excitement, clearly proud of himself. “A suiting name for an assassin, if I do say so myself.” The roll of Astrid’s eyes signaling her lack of amusement with his good humor- a gesture she clearly took no lengths to disguise- was swiftly placed on Cicero’s rapidly growing list of reasons that he did. Not. Like. Her. The Imperial had been within the walls of this sanctuary for just nigh the span of an hour’s time and already his blade itched to be plunged up to the hilt in the woman’s belly- but no, no, she was a Sister. Despite her arrogance and unwavering renouncement of the tenets and the ways of old all together. She was still a Dark Sister. Just because she foolishly cared not for the core set of rules that had formed the very heart of the Brotherhood and kept them alive and thriving for centuries, that did not give him right to break one of their most sacred, lest he invoke the wrath of The Dread Father himself. And if he did that, then who would care for Mother? He was the only Keeper, a long dead position revived specifically for him to take up until the arrival of the long awaited Listener. A position he took great pride in doing splendidly for all these long, long years. Years of waiting, of silence. The lack of direction from their unholy matron had made the remaining members of the Brotherhood complacent, receiving contracts via word of mouth and taking orders from this. This hagraven of a woman. This foul wench who had taken it upon herself to claim Mother’s place in this time of silence. This strumpet. But he would stay his hand.  For now. She would be dealt with in due time, he’d make sure of it. But it would be done properly, traditionally, correctly. Adhering to the tenets and codes that had held this family together for all of these years.  He barely registered that he was being spoken to, brown eyes blinking owlishly as he turned his attention to said speaker.

[zulixity]

and then we'll teach it how to say goodbye,

Sometimes a special interest is a spark.

I made Melthora in either late 2016 or early 2017 during one of the worst times in my life, and certainly the worst time of my teens. She was my first Elder Scrolls OC, back when all I knew of the series was the intro to Oblivion and nothing else.

She introduced me to my longest-term and most intense special interest; She was the driving force behind my very first big worldbuilding project, which although scrapped pieces of it still survived into Hollow Cairns.

And more importantly, she put me on the path that resulted in where I am now. If not for impulse buying Skyrim to try and reconnect with someone who had long since checked out, I wouldn't have met many of my closest friends. If I hadn't wanted to talk about her in a stream in the late 2010s, I wouldn't live where I am now with my husband.

Although I can never revamp her- due to her coming from that bad time- she's still important to me. I'll always carry her, even in a small way.

So I figured I'd draw her one last time; as she was, in that first playthrough, married to Lydia and in her big dumb clunky Dwemer boots. She passes along the spark to Setry, my current and also very loved Last Dragonborn. A sort of goodbye.

I love you, Melthora. You were the standing stone to so much, and I will never regret having made you.

[bloodofblue]

Say hello to your new Mages' Guild Representative!

[plagues01]

Jasper redesign dropped

Sketch by @/bong_water44 on Instagram

Lines and colors by me

[knifecalledlust]

and with this portrait of my vestige, that's all of my tes ocs! i can't believe the last time i posted her here was in 2019

[skyrim-addict]

[astarfruity]

My beautiful Altmer that you definitely want to kiss, if only he wasn't so uber autistic that any sex appeal he has falls away when he opens his mouth 💔

[thinblccd]

Drew my Skyrim OC, Astanril

She's a Priestess of Kynareth originally from Helgen :)

[seventhsign]