#elder scrolls online one shot

[georgiarts]

special (gay) shout out to every time laura said hit me as grelnok

[sanicsmut]

Words of the Fallen

Technically Darien Gautier x Vestige!Reader, but all I can say is play Summerset's main quest in ESO before reading this.

part 2

Warnings : Use of Y/N once. Angst because it is. Spoilers for the end of Summerset. Language. The letter is taken directly from the game, which is why it’s written way better than what I’ve actually written.

Words: 1000 (I can't believe I got such a perfect count)

Robin’s comment: Cried making this, bon appétit. More seriously, this chapter (the game's DLC I mean) made me hate Meridia. She was one of my favorite daedric princes, but now it's over. All hail Azura. Anyway this is basically me telling Meridia what she deserves to hear. There's also a hint of a part two at the end ;). I'll try to write it, but I can't guarantee anything.

"Never trust a Daedric Prince. If there's anything I learned from all this, that's it in a nutshell. I used to think I had a purpose, a part to play in the grand scheme of things. I suppose I did, sort of, but the way things turned out, it wasn't at all the way I imagined. Meridia said I was her vessel. I guess my fate was sealed from the moment she brought me into existence.

Now, here I am, back in the Colored Rooms. I thought that when I gave my energy to restore the sword—and I did that for my friend, not for Meridia—I thought that was the end of me. I'm back, though, but this time is different. My light, it's fading. I can feel the darkness getting closer, pressing in. I expect that once the light goes out, that will be the end.

I need to tell you something about Meridia. She's a deceiver. She promised that if I served her faithfully, I'd earn my freedom. She never told me that freedom was just another word for the void. Don't trust her. Don't trust any of the Daedric Princes. Not ever.

I've found peace though. Meridia gave me a chance to see the world, and those I care about, one last time. To save those I loved. I'm grateful for that, at least.

I wish I had a chance to say goodbye to everyone. To Skordo. To Gabrielle. Gods, I'll miss them. But most of all, (Y/N). I don't know if she will understand how much she truly meant to me. Perhaps we'll see each other again, in another place, another time. I probably won't be the version of myself that's writing these words, though. That me will be gone. I can live with that.

I only wish I could have spent more time with everybody. Had a few more adventures. Ordered those drinks like we always talked about.

I hope my friends find peace, happiness, and love. They deserve what I could never have. If anyone ever finds this book, know that I will never forget those I named herein. And, if you find them, and I pray that you do, tell them this.

Protect the ones you love. Hold them close. Cherish their every moment. Make them laugh, and laugh with them. Smile together and never, ever, forget that the moments you have are so very precious.

Oh, and tell them not to forget me, either. I mean, I am a legend, as far as I know.

The polite, handsome, and humble knight,

Darien Gautier”

You let the book fall back on the bench where you found it.

No… No…

You were breathing heavily. And a few minutes later, surrounded by those trees, you let out your anguish.

Dawnbreaker gripped tight in your hand, you screamed.

“Take it back! Take your goddamn sword back!”

“It seems my vessel isn’t the only one who ended up having feelings when he shouldn’t.”

A bright light. There it was, this patronizing voice. This voice you had respected, after giving you back your soul and helping you in Coldharbour. This voice you grew to hate.

“You bitch, he was my friend!”

“Where is your respect, Vestige?”

Vestige. You hadn't been called that since that time you helped Abnur Tharn in Elsweyr. Only the companions called you that. The companions and Meridia. But even the Daedric Prince hasn’t called you that during this whole mission. It was like you were back in Coldharbour all over again. Back fighting for what you thought was right, back, fighting against and with forces you couldn’t comprehend.

“My respect for you died when Darien got condemned. By your fault.”

“He was my vessel, an empty shell, a weapon to do my bidding. He served his purpose.”

“He was my friend!” You yelled again.

“And a traitor.”

“How the f-”

“He sacrificed he life for you. He purified my sword, not to serve me, but to help you.”

“Oh, so this is it? You’re throwing a tantrum because your tool wasn’t devoted to you only?”

“Careful with your words, Vestige.”

“You owe me! I’m the one who fought Molag Bal, I’m the one who assembled all those allies to stop the coalition! I’m the one who just stopped Nocturnal! And you owe him too! He may have purified Dawnbreaker for me, but everything else he did was for you, to serve you, because he was your champion! Because he truly thought he could trust you!”

“And you owe me for your soul. And he owes me for the purpose I gave him.”

“You wouldn’t have been able to take my soul if I hadn’t fought in Coldharbour! It’s all thanks to me! And his purpose? He could’ve been a hero without disappearing for your fucking sake! Hell, he just wanted to help his friends!”

“Friends he shouldn’t have had in the first place.”

“I swear, I defeated Molag Bal and Nocturnal, I can defeat you too. Take back your fucking sword and give me back my friend.”

You could feel Meridia’s rising anger, the air feeling tense around you despite the Daedric prince not being here physically.

“You want your ‘friend’ back?” The prince of light asked, her voice filling you with a bad feeling.

“Yes!” You answered. “Free him from your realm!”

You swore you almost heard Meridia growling, even if that sounded out of character. But that being was strict and cold, full of authority, like a severe and cruel mother. But nothing about her was motherly. She might have been less ‘evil’ than other princes, but she still served her own interests, mortals were just tools for her, or obstacles she had to get rid of. And you were sure that she was now in the second category.

“You will have to free him yourself.” Meridia declared. “That is, if you can get out of my realm.”

Her voice was tainted in cruelty, and a blinding light burnt your eyes before everything went black.

[bardic-tales]

Mistletoe & Blackberries

Timeline: Pre ESO Wordcount: 1, 041 Pairing: m! Dragon knight || f!Templar Premise: Wulfric creates a holiday dessert and hangs decor for the New Life Festival.

Prompt: Where did all this mistletoe come from?

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New Life Festival Outskirts, Windhelm

1.

The cloying smell of blackberries cooking filled the entire house. Wulfric had gone to much trouble concealing the purchase from Mirne, sneaking away to a vendor while she was busy. He kept the preserves hidden until this very day when Mirne was going to pick up some exotic herbs for her cooking. She always did the cooking, and for good reason. Mirne was good at it. He wanted to show his appreciation for it.

On top of that, he could show her that he cared for her. That was the one thing that she hinted about but never outright accused him of. She didn’t understand how much she meant to him. He only hoped that his blackberry tart would do the job. Unlike Mirne, he wasn’t very good at cooking.

While the tart was baking, he was busy hanging mistletoe all over. He pinned some up over the threshold, several bunches, in fact. Every few feet, he hung some from the rafters, spacing them out so that the entrance room was covered with dangling mistletoe.

“She’ll have to kiss me this time,” he muttered to himself.

It was not like Mirne had no interest in him. She had admitted to loving him, but she also protested any romantic relationship with him. Six months ago, they attended a wedding of his dear friend, Carmine. After he tried to kiss her, Mirne rebuked him and told him that she would love to have a relationship with him, but she couldn’t. Through tears, she told him she was afraid.

Wulfric didn’t know what she was afraid of. She didn’t talk much about her past before she joined the House of Dibella. When he asked, she would say that her childhood didn’t matter, as her experiences as a priestess was what shaped her into the woman she currently was. He never pushed her beyond those words.

That, however, didn’t mean that they would never have a relationship or that he shouldn’t do nice things for her. Carmine told him that she would be won over by Wulfric’s charms, but he didn’t want to win Mirne over. She would need to come to terms with her past.

The door creaked open. It was a funny thing. He couldn’t remember a time when the house felt so alive. Mirne brought such beauty in the house, and, although he secretly railed against it at first, he was appreciative of her and her devotion to Dibella. Was he really living before she came into his life?

"The house smells delicious." Mirne shook off the snow blanketing the thick white-fur cloak covering her entire body, and a second later, murmured, “Did you bake a blackberry tart while I was away?”

“Aye.”

“And this mistletoe?” She looked up and observed his handiwork. ‘Where did it all come from, Wolf?”

“It seemed to have sprouted all on its own.”

“Really?” she laughed. “You expect me to believe that this mistletoe sprouted and grew all on its own, in just the time I’ve been gone? It’s been a day, Wolf. That’s hardly enough time.”

“It must be magic,” he continued the ruse. “It’s growing all over the top of the doorframe. It’s growing everywhere. Look. Isn’t it strange? But look, you’re standing under some. You know what they say you have to do when you’re standing under mistletoe.”

She lifted an eyebrow.

“And look at this!” He pointed aloft to the rafter overhead. “I’m standing under some, as well!”

“What are the odds of that?” Mirne lowered her fur hood and shook her head, freeing her locks from the hood’s confines. Bits of her mousy brown hair danced from the movement. He thought it was impossible for her to appear more attractive to him, but every day brought something new.

Wulfric wanted her, but not only as one who would wish to revere the Aedra Dibella. He wanted Mirne as a lover and longed for her to confront her past, so that they could have a future together.

‘It’s never happened before,” he said.

“It couldn’t have anything to do with the reason you sent Alvis to market with me instead of you accompanying me?”

At the mention of his name, the gray elkhound sat next to her, looked at Wulfric, and wagged his tail. Alvis was always a happy hound. However, he seemed to be ore joyful since Mirne came into their life — and Alvis was not the only one.

“No, nothing at all,” Wulfric said, doing his best to sound innocent and failing. “I have no idea how this all got here. It must have been some sort of forest spirit.”

“Forest spirit? Why would a forest spirit cover your dwelling in mistletoe?” Her voice lilted like a jovial melody. It lifted his spirit as always. “What motive would they have for that? Does it want us to kiss so it can watch? That doesn’t make sense, Wolf?”

“I don’t deign to understand mystical beings, Miri,” he laughed, once more. “Their motives are beyond any of us. Could be, it’s just having a bit of fun with some mortals.”

She didn’t protest this time, and he tried to squelch the hope surging within him. He wondered if she were ready to pursue a relationship. Wulfric wouldn’t bring it up to her, giving her enough grace to make that choice herself.

Still, she needed to know that he was serious about them. He was not like one of Dibella’s patrons. Wulfric wanted to wed her, to watch their children grow, and live the rest of his life with her.

“Then get over here,” he growled, “and I’ll show you games. This might be fun, but it’s no game.”

As he kissed her, she tasted like the tart snowberries she must have eaten on her way home and wine. Her icy left cheek felt cold beneath his hand, but the fire in the fireplace would quickly warm her.

What struck him the most was that he was lost, lost in her and her warm arms. Wulfric closed his eyes. This would be a New Life festival he would remember for years to come.

[setsailforthestars]

I’m listening to the Critical Role Elder Scrolls Online: Blackwood episodes again and Liam O’Brien is way too powerful as a DM. Every NPC he plays is so sexy

[lesbx]

I kinda hope they never make elder scrolls 6. i want that one single landscape shot to be every image result when searching it online forever

[progmetol]

*rings bell* new one shot in here!!

Chapters: 3/?

Fandom: Elder Scrolls, Elder Scrolls Online

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Abnur Tharn/Vestige

Characters: Abnur Tharn, Vestige (Elder Scrolls), Female Dunmer Vestige

Additional Tags: Fluff, Drug Use, Alcohol, Slice of Life

Chapter 3: Beneath the Surface (or The Demon Weapon)

Summary:

Iveri is doomscrolling on twitter and receives a letter.

[dragon-snoots-a-boopin]

Warframe...Rant

Warframe has official taken the crown for me as the most frustrating, most aggravating, most pain in the ass video game that I have ever played and I have played a lot of games that frustrate me.

I recently came back to it because I have a friend that wants to teach me some stuff so I was getting back in the swing of things again but OMFG everything in this game is just so difficult and the community surround this game are a bunch of elitist assholes too.

I was doing some void fissures and had been getting pretty lucky with randoms for a few hours but then that all changed. Something that really bugs me in both Warframe and Destiny 2 is how people always try to just zoom through missions as fast as they possibly can and I hate that, I really hate that shit. I got LEFT BEHIND, only collected 7/10 of the void residue stuff and basically got forced to end the mission because I got LEFT BEHIND and didn't get to extraction in time. Then in the text chat the other players were calling me lazy, asking why I didn't go and so on and like why is it my fault that the other players go WAY TOO FAST and left me behind? How am I lazy? We're all doing the same damn mission, maybe they should slow down and actually kill some enemies.

Then, I started doing the Heart of Demios story questline because it's a story questline so it'll be easy. It took me to a free roam area and I started doing stuff and things were going fine until the second mission in this questline. It was something about finding the father and I basically run into these giant caterpiller creature boss things THAT ARE IMPOSSIBLE TO FUCKING BEAT WITHOUT ANY HELP!!! The damn thing two shot me plus all the ads in has too like how is this a single player mission thing? How the fuck is anyone supposed to beat something like that??? Honestly, the difficulty balancing in this games does not existence at all.

I then decided to give up on that questline because it's literally impossible. So, I went and to do a Hijack mission and this was my first hijack mission and probably my last one because HIJACK MISSIONS ARE FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE!!!!!!!!!! I get all the way to the end and then I die twice from getting one shot and then the thing I was following gets blown up! Why is EVERYTHING so damn difficult in Warframe???

The thing that really pisses me off the most about all of this is that 90% of the solutions to all of this is to get this or that better Warframe which, the only way to get this and that Warframe is through microtransactions and I refuse to pay for that shit. This is doesn't know how not to frustrate, aggravate and purely enrage me and I don't know why I keep giving it chances and I don't know why the majority of the community I've encountered are a bunch of assholes. I don't understand why no one helps new players and just expects them to be an expert as soon as they start and I really hate that shit because I've soon that in The Elder Scrolls Online too. Just fuck this game and its community.

Also, if anyone is going to say that my experience isn't valid because it's different from the experience you've had with Warframe then please, do me a favor and fuck off because I am so sick of that shit.

[aughby]

Like any other day, Tatsunori Otsuka was scrolling through his Instagram account when he noticed something unusual: photos by Mayu Ishikawa. Tatsunori's thumb reflexively double-tapped any image, be it a training photo, a picturesque scene from one of her walks in Italy, or even a goofy selfie with her teammates.

Tatsu consistently liked all of Mayu's posts, not just once or twice. Mayu was an amazing athlete and a good buddy, so he didn't give it much thought. However, what had initially been just a routine eventually became something more, and soon after that, Mayu's teammates also noticed.

While they were sitting in the locker room, one of her teammates nudged her and said, "Uy, Mayu! Tignan mo, like na naman ni Tatsu yung post mo!"

When Mayu looked down at her phone, she noticed Tatsunori's name appear in the likes once more. She couldn't suppress a small chuckle. "Consistent indeed, Tatsu," she remarked, smirking a little.

Mayu rolled her eyes and burst out laughing. "It’s probably nothing. He does that to everyone’s posts, right?"

No matter how common or random the content she posted, Tatsunori always seemed to be the first to respond. There was just a certain vibe about it. She had to admit that, well, the attention was kind of... charming.

"Hindi lang consistent—lahat ng post mo! Parang may gusto 'yan sa'yo!" exclaimed a fellow player, setting off a laughing fit that filled the entire room.

Meanwhile, the fans started to pick it up as well. A few keen fans began pointing up minor hints in the comments section of Mayu's posts:

"Grabe si Otsuka, naka-like palagi."

Tatsunori's teammate and Mayu's overly protective elder brother, Yuki Ishikawa, couldn't help but notice the consistency.

As the rumors grew louder, and the teasing from his teammates became unbearable, there was one person who wasn’t laughing: Yuki Ishikawa.

Yuki was suspicious because he had seen all of the posts and comments, and the team's group chat had only increased the rumors. Now that his teammate was the subject of an expanding online rumor concerning his little sister, Yuki was having none of it.

During their team practice one afternoon, Yuki noticed Tatsunori taking quick glances at his phone in between drills. With a suspicious glare, Yuki decided it was time to face him.

"Tatsunori, we really need to talk," Yuki stated in a composed yet grave tone. Tatsu took a big swallow. Here it comes, he thought.

Yuki arched an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "So, I’ve noticed you’ve been a little… consistent with my sister’s posts lately."

Tatsunori made an effort to laugh it off. "Oh, come on, Yuki. I’m just being supportive! Like I am with all my friends’ posts."

Yuki's eyes grew strained. He smirked and shot back, "All your friends? I don't remember you double-tapping my posts that much."

Tatsu, obviously anxious, scratched the back of his neck. "Seriously, it's just support! As a teammate... and a friend! Nothing more," he said, seeming frustrated as he saw Yuki's expression didn't mellow.

Ever the protective brother, Yuki wasn't persuaded. Standing off to the side, smirked at the awkward scene. "Just remember, Tatsu. Be careful who you’re double-tapping."

Before Tatsu could respond, a teammate who had heard the conversation smiled in response. "Tatsu, gusto mo bang humingi ng permiso kay Yuki bago mo i-like ulit yung mga post ni Mayu?"

Everyone on the team started laughing. Despite his blushing face, Tatsu continued to laugh as he attempted to brush off his humiliation.

"Relax, Tatsu," Yuki replied, smirking a little. "I’m not going to kill you… yet."

Tatsunori took a big breath. "Yet?"

Laughing, Yuki gave him a back pat. "Just be smart about it. Mayu deserves someone who’s serious, not someone who just likes her Instagram posts."

Tatsunori relaxed a bit and nodded. However, he knew he might need to improve if he wanted to be more than just a "supportive follower" 

[numbaoneflaya]

Errrm what the scallop ☝️ it’s a new oc post (drunken)

Had a few shots and I’m stretching out my oc muscles rn bcs it’s been a while since Iv rly gone in on making a new one (thurwen once again has been stealing my attention)

This is gonna be a rant for me to remember what the scallop I was thinking when I wake up tomorrow but I come up w all my best oc ideas drunk. So.

GWINDETH. nicknames Gwin, Gwinny, peapod, slipper. Don’t ask for context of the last names as she will not give it.

Breton female, about 5’7, 29 at the start of elder scrolls online so around the age of 1029 at the start of Skyrim. Black hair in a meticulously maintained short cut that doesn’t reach the bottom of her ears, side part bangs that reach just to the top of her eyebrows bcs if it gets any longer it makes her wanna shave her head. Healer/necromancer/it’s complicated. Starts out as a healer but as time goes on her life he much worse as does the state of the world, and she doesn’t trust anyone or anything else to take care of it so she becomes a lich. Easier said than done but she has… a lot of practice. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Her becoming a lich and getting interested in necromancy happens way after the events of ESO. God. Okay so no one gonna read this anyhow so I’m just marking main character traits so I remember

•genius

•obsessive

•kind hearted but unsure how to express it as she is v non expressive nd people frequently misinterpret her

•has a decent relationship w her parents. It’s not good it’s not bad it’s just slightly less than average but she seeks their approval

•has always been interested in the process of decay and corpses and thus was not very popular as a child :/

•her parents worry about her, but don’t understand her and don’t want to. They just want her to be normall

•loud noises, busyness and bright lights kind of make her go insane but she’s become an expert at internalizing discomfort so she just kind of goes nonresponsive when these things happen bcs she doesn’t wanna be a bother. But if they go on long enough and she can’t get a break she will be a bitch about it

•her favorite animal is the mountain lion! She relates to it a lot. That’s up to u 2 figure out how

•she’s prone to fits of melancholy and depression. The only thing she can do in these times to keep from spiraling is to throw herself into her studies

[headcanonrepository]

The Ravenwatch after Elder Scrolls Online

(warning for some darker themes)

The Three Banners War eventually ends. It doesn't really matter who 'officially' wins - there are no real victors in war.

High King Emeric eventually dies. It's not really important how - if nothing else, time catches up to everyone eventually. But this is a problem for the Ravenwatch - he is their biggest political ally and dies with no heir, leaving a power vacuum. The Covenant dissolves - without his leadership, the Orsimer loose interest in cooperation with men, and the Redguards want little to do with the Bretons now they have no political ties through marriage. There is trade between Redguard and Breton territories, but no active cooperation like sharing of military strength.

High Rock is a political nightmare - every highborn noble making their case for their slice of power, some through might and some through subtle allegiances and leveraging of favors or threats. There is something most nobles agree on - why exactly have they been allowing a whole nest of vampires to exist openly in their lands and play at being nobles themselves? Why should the (un)dead get any say on the lives of the living?

After all, the Ravenwatch is something of an open secret amongst the nobility. Tolerated while Emeric was alive - wouldn't do to openly cross the High King, after all. They could even accept Verandis to a certain degree, even if an Altmer holding Breton lands is something of a sore reminder of the Breton's cultural past. Verandis could play the political game, could charm and flatter where he needed to. Could drop just enough implication of a threat without being actively hostile to make people think twice. But with Verandis tied to the Dark Heart...

The nobles aren't sure which of his 'heirs' (which they'd challenge, given their adoptive status and nature - can you legally inherit a title and lands if you are officially dead?) is more insulting to them. A Khajiit, a Bosmer or another Altmer holding their lands? All three?

Adusa never really has a chance with diplomacy. There are too many racist assumptions before she even opens her mouth, and once she does, the Khajiiti pattern of speech marks her out as other. She isn't a natural diplomat to begin with, much preferring problems she can solve through actions, not words, but she would try, for the sake of their family.

Gwendis would try, too. She can do the noble thing for a bit - Verandis taught her well - even if she would prefer not to. She meets a lot of the same problems - deeply ingrained prejudices and an unwillingness to listen. It's deeply frustrating, and she has a harder time not showing it.

Fennorian has the best shot at resolving anything peacefully. He's seen as more 'legitimate' heir, being also an Altmer, and if the rumors are to be believed, a blood relation of Verandis'. He's also aware of etiquette and society in a way that speaks of his more 'civilised' upbringing. Unfortunately, he just isn't Verandis. He's hyperaware of etiquette because getting it wrong makes him anxious - and with such high stakes, he can't afford a single mistake. But he also hasn't had the practice, the long years of mastering just when to apply pressure and when to employ flattery.

Ultimately, no one had a chance of resolving this without bloodshed for one very simple reason: mortal nobles had no intention of peace with them in the first place.

Some noble gets the bright idea to mobilize an army against them. Well, less an army and more a mob. You see, getting common folk to fight for your latest grab for power is a hard sell - what's in it for them? But start spreading enough rumors about a nest of dangerous vampires up on the hill and people will band together to protect their families.

Every member of the Ravenwatch flees from the castle. No one is willing to fight and break their oaths - they know full well these people are guilty of nothing more than believing what they were told. Besides, the Ravenwatch castle and lands are now a target on their back - they will never be free of the vicious politics of the region if they defend their home. Nobles want any extra crumb of power they can get, and even a barren patch of dirt near the mountains is worth grabbing.

The Ravenwatch go into hiding. Gwendis, Adusa and Fennorian still try to actively hunt down and stop misbehaving vampires - they feel it is their duty. It also helps them keep some level of faith with mortals - most of them are essentially good people and worth helping, even if a small number of them ousted them from their home. Many of the other Ravenwatch members feel as though there's no point to continuing that work. It was different when they had shelter, resources, a safe place to call their own - they were happy to help back then - but now that daily survival is a more pressing concern, they don't feel quite so willing to throw themselves into more danger to protect mortals who treated them so callously. They still uphold their oaths, though whether that's out of loyalty towards the Ravenwatch ideals or fear of being the next hunted down vampire is debatable.

So the Ravenwatch is scattered, in hiding and few in number. But they are still around, still doing what they can from the shadows without any hope of recognition or reward. Over the long years, they helped a newly-turned Count in Skingraad come to terms with his nature and work out a support system that allowed him to conceal himself while still protecting his citizens. They helped a mage gain control of her hunger to the extend that she became a trusted Court Mage who only ever snacks on the contents of Solitude's prison.

They do good in the world. They try their best. And they carve out a life for themselves - a somewhat unpredictable, unstable life, but they have each other to rely on, and when they are weary, they are always welcome to stay a while in Arkathzand. Verandis always wants to know more about the state of the world on the surface and about the state of his family, even as much as it hurts to hear. It hurts more to see them leave after, knowing full well that there is no certainty they will return again, that Tamriel is more dangerous than ever for their kind. That should the worst happen, Verandis would have no way to know. That all he can do is hope and trust his family to come back to him.

[seriously-mike]

Welcome to the third installment of "Artists Through The AIs": this time, we're going way back to the classics with a certain young witch dressed up as a certain sorceress.

Due to odd behavior of the data model (the freshly updated Dreamshaper V7), I had to fiddle with the prompt. Namely, if emphasis was put on the "painting" part, the images were sprouting easels and/or heavy gilded frames every-goddamn-where, even with CLIP skip set at 2 instead of the usual 1. So "painting" was left at 1.0 weight, while "by X" was emphasised to 1.2. Other than that, the prompt is "embedding:kieshi3v with long (red hair):1.2, wearing long red medieval dress with corset, medieval castle exterior background, dramatic lighting, detailed, high definition", and the seed is 254762234227837. Negative prompt includes "((easel)), ((frame)), ((interior)), red eyes" in addition to my usual heavily magical list. So here we go.

Leonardo da Vinci - I'm having second thoughts about the background common for several of the renders, but there's enough distinction between them to highlight Leonardo's style. The main focus is skin shading and curly hair, as seen in Leonardo's depictions of Virgin Mary.

Caravaggio - deceptively similar to the previous one, but with a noticeable distinction: the deeper shadows and higher contrast, creating a very Caravaggian chiaroscuro.

Titian - asking for "Titian" and "Tiziano" generated very similar takes in a lamp-lit corridor with way too modern look and pretty much no similarity to the paintings you can view online.

It also appears that AI omits the paint and canvas textures from Renaissance paintings, something it didn't do with the impressionists previously. This is most probably due to less emphasis on the "painting" part, as I'm going to show you in another post. Moving most of the description two-three tokens down apparently also creates a new baseline with a window or portal (either fitted with a door or not) instead of an overcast outside shot.

Albrecht Durer - whether you spell him with an umlaut or not, the outcome is a generic take with a portal in the background. The umlaut just removes the door and gives Sabrina a handbag.

Lucas Cranach the Younger - what we have here is a miscommunication. If you ask for the art of Lucas Cranach, sure as shit you'll get your character in a black beret popularized by the elder one's paintings of German VIPs. However, the diametrically different interior characteristic of Renaissance painting and less pronounced effect of the embedded likeness of Kiernan Shipka makes me think that, once again, we're dealing with a "So you have heard of me" behavior.

Hans Holbein the Younger - once again, something's way off here. We have a similar Renaissance interior background with some traces of brushwork, less pronounced embedding and some odd lace bonnet, but nothing that would link the work to either of the two Holbeins. I think that we're dealing with the side effect of the prompt being knocked two further tokens down, but I'm not sure. It goes too far, particularly if you consider that differences between other images are much less pronounced.

Rembrandt - as in the case of Caravaggio, the distinct part of this one is the chiaroscuro. There's also more pronounced detailing of the collar and shoulders of the dress, possibly inspired by the outfits in "The Anatomy Lesson of dr Tulp", "Syndics of the Drapers' Guild" and "The Night Watch".

Vermeer - there's no doubt. This is Vermeer. Two different seeds and I got two very similar mashups of "The Girl Reading A Letter", "The Girl With Pearl Earring" and "The Milkmaid". This goes so far against the prompt that we're dealing with a similar case to Simon Stalenhag from the first test.

Peter Paul Rubens - this one itches my brain something fierce. While scrolling through the renders, this one and four neighboring ones share the exact same position of white shift and a dark underbust corset, meaning they're merely slight variations on a baseline, but I swear that I've seen a similar painting of a long-haired man in a black doublet with frilly white collar and sleeves. Was that a Rubens? I have no idea (it wasn't Hals' "The Laughing Cavalier", though).

Diego Velazquez - this one is trying to do something. Once again, we have a portal in the background, but the character's position is slightly off the baseline and the palette is slightly muted.

Murillo - way too generic. The background is curiously off, as it's not a portal but a vaulted ceiling supported by pillars, but the pose is shared by four other renders, including the Rubens one, meaning it's sticking to the baseline fairly closely.

Francisco Goya - this is an odd one. It has nothing to do with Goya's works, but still, the pose is off the baseline, the background features brushwork and an abrupt switch from a near wall to a wider expanse with bizarre levitating architecture. I have no idea what's going on with it.

Eugene Delacroix - it's generic. Sure, the background features an open street with some people as opposed to the typical portal and lamp or chandelier, but the pose and outfit are kinda samey. What, no attempt to go anywhere near "Liberty Leading The People"?!

Jacques-Louis David - another generic one. I mean, what the fuck. If you look at David's corpus of works on Wikipedia, this could have been done entirely differently, yet we have an underbust corset, a portal and a light source in the background.

Thomas Gainsborough - finally something. Discernible brushwork, unusual contrast and lighting, and - as a bonus - the Strawberry Hill Gothic castle in the background make this one distinctive and consistent without plowing straight into obnoxious homage slash blatant plagiarism territory.

[georgiarts]

yeh i just finished the elder scrolls one (3) shot and yeh i’m in love with grelnok are we at all surprised

[sanicsmut]

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REQUESTS : Open for headcanons. I can write for ESO, Skyrim more precisely, and JJK. I can refuse a request if I'm not confident enough to write the requested character, but I'll answer your ask anyway to inform you of that. Keep in mind that I now have a job which means less time to write because I also have other things to do outside of my job. Thanks for reading this.

headcanons

Elder Scrolls Online How Vivec treats a reader who needs a cane Jakarn and Darien + feelings for reader Fennorian and werewolf!Vestige Fennorian and Vestige who has to explain why they can't die Tribunal with philosopher s/o Fennorian and Lyris friendship Fennorian general headcanons You go berserk after they get hurt (Raz and Darien)

one-shots/two shots

Elder Scrolls Online "Not a problem to me" - Khamira x OC "Words of the Fallen" (P1) - Darien Gautier x Reader "Words of the Fallen" (P2) - Darien Gautier x Reader

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[luckthebard]

18 and 36?

18. Share one unpopular opinion but it must specifically only pertain to Sam's ads.

The Nordverse got way less interesting after they defeated the ultra-codex and Sam was clearly running out of ideas. I'd be fine if the oneshot was the last hurrah of the idea and they didn't revisit it.

36. Every cast member must create a main campaign character loosely based off a character they played in a one-shot not set in Exandria, a la Chetney from Chutney (as a result, Travis is excused from this exercise). Who should they choose? (Please note that Bar Room Blitz is set in Exandria. You cannot pick Jayne and you're boring for thinking it.)

I would make Taliesin play a PC who is basically Mallory from the Elder Scrolls online 3-shot. He would still have to be an angry cook who is weirdly passionate about his job. Class tbd but maybe a Paladin?

[alethiometry]

get to know a blogger // tagged by the lovely @aeide!

Share your wallpaper:

i have a dual-monitor setup where on the left is a vertical non-4k monitor (i really thought i was gonna use it more for coding but now it's just where discord / game wikis / spotify live lol) and on the right is my main monitor which is curved 4k, so i had a hell of a time finding something that works for both — but this shot of leyndell actually works beautifully because the erdtree sanctuary area fits perfectly on the left, and the rest of the city sits nicely on the right. the resolution discrepancy isn't too jarring either, which can be tricky when you're trying to make a single image flow relatively seamlessly between non-4k and 4k. i mean it's definitely not perfect, but i think it looks really really good

Last song you listened to:

"carnival of rust" by poets of the fall

Currently reading:

a memory called empire by arkady martine

the hands of the emperor by victoria goddard

Last movie:

oooooo. uhhhhhhh. i think i rewatched the princess bride relatively recently?

Last show:

yellowjackets season 2 episode 2 "edible complex" babEYYYYY

Craving:

scrambled eggs

What are you wearing right now:

pajamas

How tall are you:

5'3"

Piercings:

just the earlobes! i don't wear earrings often though

Tattoos:

a small joshua tree design thing between my shoulderblades

chrysanthemums on my left bicep

a twin peaks owl + roses on my right thigh

the girl + triceratops skull from this promo pic from jurassic world fallen kingdom on my right calf. absolute dogshit movie but i really really liked the still lol

i do want more in theory but haven't decided what of / where on my body.... maybe a shark on my ribcage idk

Glasses? Contacts?

usually contacts. glasses if i'm having a really slow/lazy morning, but i don't wear them out

Last thing you ate:

blackcurrant candy drops

Favorite color:

dark purple / red / burgundy! anything from the range of eggplant to red wine.

Current obsession:

YELLOWJACKETS!!!!!! 🐝

elder scrolls online... i want to spend my real actual hard-earned american dollars on an in-game furnished house SOOOOOO BAD... i might do the math to see how long it would hypothetically take me to earn enough monthly crowns via the eso+ subscription vs a one-time crown purchase ughhh i hate this for me but also the game is quite fun! do i know what's going on? not really! but i am vibing

these stupid blackcurrant candies that i paid jeff bezos way too much money for to ship from the uk but goddamn they're good. simpkins established 1921 finest all-natural and original travel sweets blackcurrant drops hmu babe i would shill for you on instagram in a SECOND.

Any pets:

none, but i really want a dog!

Favorite fictional character:

kassandra from ass creed odyssey :)

The last place you traveled:

catalina island! but i'm also going to chicago soon!

i am tagging: @winedark @doomcountry @ellrond @dinluke @reiverreturns @thychesters and anyone else who wants to do this!

[thekuraning]

For the 2023 in review fic writer asks, please answer, let's say, five questions of your choice? 💚 (I guess one of my questions is 'which questions would you like to answer' 😅)

greqgreq five of them??? isle my friend u spoil me!!! I shall roll randomly from the table!

5. What fandom(s) did you write for this year?

And thank fully I got an easy one to start..... I usually only ever write for Pokemon, but this year I dove head-first back into Tiger & Bunny so.... Pokemon and Tiger & Bunny! :') And that's pretty much it!!

28. How did you recharge between fics?

orz Mostly I just played elder scrolls and watched Supernatural lol. I don't remember much of what I've done with my free time this year besides that time I made a puppet. I know once Baldur's Gate launched I went really hard with that for a while. So I guess a lot of games lol

27. Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic?

Actually y'know what??? I did!! Not... for finishing a fic. :') But for breaking 200k words on my current big longfic Zubat Fangs and Ditto Slime, I wrote a few silly little oneshots, including one where Petrel and Proton kidnap and murder me. Y'know. For funzies.

13. What fic was the easiest to write?

When the Flames Burn Away! It was a little funky getting started on it, but being a roomisodic quick lil one shot, there wasn't much set up to worry about, and with Kotetsu and Yuri both having such opposed views of justice, the dialogue basically wrote itself.

12. What fic was the most difficult to write? Did you finish it?

Definitely my Looker & Nanu thriller that is currently on the back-burner, UnBlinking. I've got 6 or 7 different attempts at writing a chapter 2 and it just ain't happening, but I wanted to do a series where a young Looker and an ex-Rocket Exec Nanu solved murders involving Ultra Beasts. It was loosely based off those creepy live action UB shorts TPC put online. I'd like to get back to it one day but until it starts behaving..... ya.....