#faelian

[gs0nk]

as i said earlier, i'm facing a really hard times, so i can't even bring a new content, bc i didn't produce it rn, and i'm working only on comissions at this period of time q_q

thanks to everyone, especially to Blake, Faelian, Sol Bubo, cringe_lemo and many others for their patient and kindness

yall are special and your kind words helps me a lot to fight with self hate and urge to selfh*rm

i really didn't have any new pieces that i can show yall, but i made a vent art some times ago and want to post at least this, cause LorrAiden helps my mental condition too u_u

[otomes-and-tears]

i'm just obsessed with your fic! erika/nevra would be great parents, Karenn would be a protective aunt. Imagine the drama if Nevra's parents found out about the pregnancy?? if you can make any droplets around this story, i would love it! thank you.

Oh, Nevra would be very against visiting his previous clan after his child was born. He’s only open to do it in life or death situations. And he’s even less willing to let his wife (even if she doesn’t know it yet) and his child be put in a situation he just knows is going to be dangerous for them.

It doesn’t matter if people in eldarya nowadays perceive Erika as an Aengel (and a Martyr) more than a human. He knows that the fact that she was raised on earth and still has mostly human blood coursing through her veins means that she’s in active danger when parading around a vampire clan that still uses her people’s blood as the basis of their nutrition. Being introduced as his mate and having Karenn act like her bodyguard might keep her physically safe, but being immersed in a culture where she knows that her, her people and even her child are still only seen as a fulfilling meal isn’t really bound to do good things for her psyche.

Nevra is intensely concerned about Erika’s safety, even if she jokes all the time about the amount of times she has died and was brought back to life, Nevra had to live seven years grieving her loss and seeing her corpse stuck inside the crystal, peaceful, never aging, while he grew older and had to figure out how to live with her gone.

He has just gotten her back.

And not only that, but he’s getting the life he once dreamed about having with her.

Nevra knows that the second there’s a life or death situation, as the crystal’s chosen she might not have a choice, and might need to sacrifice herself again. At the very least he wants to avoid putting her in more life or death situations if he can help it.

Not to mention, his child is a human hybrid. He is NOT putting them in danger or letting his sweet baby hear all the nasty shit that’s going to be said about them.

If his mother sent a letter asking for help, he’d do his duty and go help them. If yaqut vampires had to move to HQ? He’d do his duty to help them.

But no one is going NEAR his kid without strict supervision.

By the way— Erika, at least in my AU, still loves and deeply misses earth. She respects her culture and wants her baby to know where their mom came from, because there’s a very high possibility that they’ll never get to know earth aside from her and Mathieu’s stories about it.

So her kid is going to grow up with a lot of pride about being part human! Even if there are a lot of faelians who don’t see it as a source of pride.

[kits-shrine]

"Oh, that's right," the faelian nodded, mimicking her actions, "I was tracing the mark earlier," he grinned softly, still thinking of how he felt his lovely mate's happiness, "You felt happy."

She was slightly more braced for the effect seeing it in action. Still though she gave a full body shiver as she stayed his hand and took another steading breath, feeling as though he'd brushed his fingers over her again. "That would be it, it seems."

[unironicallytes]

Dear Brother - Ch02 Supplemental Lore

The Deep Eyed Crows

In order to deliver coded messages and contracts, the Dark Brotherhood in the world of “Dear Brother” utilizes creatures which both are and are not crows. These courier birds are usually kept uncaged near Sanctuary wilderness, where they mill about like normal birds. Their use allows the Brotherhood to discreetly relay messages across and between provinces without the unnecessary risk of a third party courier. Dark Siblings known as Crowcallers are responsible for their care and training, though some crows reside more permanently with Hand members outside of their primary Sanctuaries. 

At first glance, these creatures are simple corvids, but with closer examination, one will find that their eyes are unnaturally-matte and that their feathers do not reflect light as expected. They do not caw unless they “have something to say”, according to Crowcallers, and they are known to stare with very little emotive gesture. The eggs of a normal crow are speckled and blue, whereas the eggs of a Deep Eyed Crow are so black that they may as well be a hole in the world. Brotherhood beliefs indicate that these crows are touched by the Void, but the mechanism of that process is neither well understood by core members nor known at all by laity. Due to this, the method of communication largely fell out of use following the group’s deterioration at the turn of the Fourth Era. 

Near the end of the Third Era, Deep Eyed Crows began behaving mysteriously towards their handlers.

Sacrament Contracts

These are binding agreements drawn up by Speakers when laity perform the Black Sacrament to commission a death. The word Sacrament can be used as shorthand to refer to both the contract and contract-giver interchangeably, as they are often thought of as one in the same. Listeners receive word of a Sacrament during the *Iter Communion, a weekly ritual when the Night Mother’s spirit is most focused within her corpse. At the height of Dark Brotherhood operations in Cyrodiil, typical contracts are expected to be resolved within the month unless otherwise specified. 

Speakers denote the rank of a contract by writing them with a different color or medium. This helps organize which pool of Siblings they will be assigned to when returned to the Sanctuary.

Charcoal - Rank 1

~30% of all contracts are Charcoal This type of contract usually targets commoners and individuals regarded as low-threat. These contracts are often straight-forward and don’t usually take long to complete. Canon examples include: Valen Dreth, Faelian, Rufio, Grelod the Kind. This is the second-most frequently received type of contract, and the clientele tend to be of lower or working class. Typically requested by the powerless and those without recourse to law enforcement for reasons of revenge, safety, opportunity, etc. Although there is still a minimum fee for this type, it is regarded as a charity and a duty to the faith. This type may be carried out by any Dark Sibling: Murderers (Unblooded & Blooded), Slayers/Eliminators, Executioners/Assassins, and Silencers.

Red Ink - Rank 2 

~60% of all contracts are Red This type of contract targets the gentry and individuals regarded as medium-threat. These contracts are most likely to have particular requests attached and may take longer to complete. Canon examples include: Francois Motierre, Baenlin, Gaston Tussaud, Hern the Vampire. This is the most frequently received type of contract, and the clientele is often of upper class. Typically requested by politicians, white collar criminals, scorned lovers, competitive merchants, etc. This type may only be carried out by Executioners/Assassins and Silencers.

Violet Ink - Rank 3

~10% of all contracts are Violet This contract targets nobility/royalty, military officials, and high-threat individuals. These contracts often require complicated coordination and multiple stages across a longer span of time. Canon examples include: Adamus Phillida, Celedaen, Warlord Roderick, Emperor Titus Mede II. This is the rarest type of contract, due to the expense and the risk that may also affect the contractor. Typically requested by upper class and nobility, but in some cases commoners may pool resources to eradicate a powerful individual. This type may only be carried out by Silencers.

*The Iter Communion, performed every Iteris (Turdas) by the Listener. This cyclic holiday is largely unknown to laity - some Sacraments can go on for days without being contacted because they unknowingly performed the rite directly after Iteris. The Night Mother thus won’t commune their rite with the Listener until the following week.

[whitegoldtower]

Doing my fucking diabolical lemon scented Thalmor/Stormcloak plan with a new OC, Caerwyn.

He’s my oldest OC yet, an Aldmeri war veteran with a very Tywin Lannister approach to things.

Elenwen (his daughter) approached him after he retired as Commander (the title was passed to Ondolemar) asking for his help with a strategy.

He found the embassy to be so lacking that he decided he would do things himself.

“Enough twiddling your thumbs waiting for an opportunity in this civil war. It’s not going to fall into your lap, for gods sakes. I’m going to sort this out, and once I have invited the Dominion in, you best hope it stays ‘sorted out’. You’re a smart girl, use your bloody brain. And by Trinimac, wipe that muck off your face; this isn’t a circus, and you are not a clown, do you hear me?”

So far, peepaw has whipped the Thalmor HQ into shape, alerted Ondolemar, joined Ulfric’s rebellion and forced Whiterun into submission, masquerading as a Stormcloak.

His plan is to cosy up to and put Ulfric on the throne, wait for the economy to crash, then have him either killed by an angry mob or assassinated so that he can take the throne himself as Ulfric’s ‘next in line’. He knows he can win the people over with the argument that /he/ won the war and that he has enough money, and diplomatic skills to provide for the people (unlike Ulfric). Then, he will appoint Ondolemar, Rulindil and Elenwen as his Thanes (with either Ondolemar or Elenwen as his successors), and have his Thalmor sentinels stationed in each of the holds. He will move the Dominion into Skyrim, and woe betide any Justiciar that isn’t doing their job properly.

He’s already reprimanded Elenwen for spending dominion funds on her lavish parties.

Edit: Caerwyn has also adopted a little Altmer boy from Markarth called Faelian. One night, Faelian finds his new adopted father working on his reports in his study, and begins asking about the Dominion (having been in the understone keep for a while, watching Ondolemar), to which Caerwyn looks up from his papers and says,

“You, boy, in the brief time I have known you, have shown more ambition in your little finger than my idiot daughter has her entire time as my first Emissary, you know that? The world is your oyster, and I have full confidence that when you mature, you may yet succeed me.”

[poor-ciceros-voring-again]

HELP I turned it back on and I apparently fell asleep in the middle of a DB contract, I was talking to Augusta Calida about Faelian helpppp bored to sleep by her I guess !!!! She's been trapped in dialogue all night !

I fell asleep playing oblivion last night 😔

[faeamberhudson]

"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: that word is love."

Sophocles

[litskaedun]

[rvdliips]

@thexmagickbxtches (derek x faelian)

“You look confused.” Derek said, wiping his oil covered fingertips into a cloth. He was in his work clothes and trying to fix a car he’d been given.

[thexmagickbxtches-blog]

@rvdliips for Fenrir 

Rock Creek Park. . .probably the only place that reminds him a bit of. . .well where he was before.  “Stupid. . .place !”  He hissed and threw a fireball at a bunch of logs he gathered, creating a fire so he can cook the animal he hunted.  

[aokane-eldarya]

I start this day by thinking that if I can not wait to discover these six vampires, I can not wait to discover the secondary characters too.

Will they all be human? Will humans be ignorant about "supernatural" phenomena, or are some of them familiar with the creatures of the night (or of the day)? Is there anyone who knows Faerys and Eldarya?

[tragcdysewn]

closed starter for faelian larethius!! ( @thexmagickbxtches )

“hey, watch it! you gotta pay more attention to shit.” claire snapped in annoyance.

[otomes-and-tears]

hello! may I request a nevra x mc (she/her) scenario where they just cuddle after a long day and one thing leads to another? it doesn’t have to be smut, I genuinely just wanna see his flirty, playful and teasing side more because beemoov is keeping it away from us

thank you for your time! if you don’t want to write it that’s okay, still thank you for all the beautiful scenarios/headcanons you have on your blog!

♦ Nevra teasing the MC ♦

► tags/warnings: mild spice

► words: 1286

► a/n: today is NOT the day you guys get some smut out of me. I cannot for the life of me write anything remotely close to sexy, for the disappointment of my lovely readers. I do, however, like writing Nevra endlessly teasing the MC and love my readers enough to try my hand at a mildly spicy fic. I apologise for the quality. Most of this was written at three AM as I was kept awake by a howling puppy.

► Masterlist

“I need a day off.”

The guardian throws herself onto her bed, sighing contentedly at the feeling of finally settling down after an entire day on her feet. 

She hears the sounds of cloth rustling and doesn’t need to open her eyes to know that Nevra is getting ready to bed himself.

It’s a little hard to tell when he started spending most nights in her room instead of his own. It’s just a new part of their routine that they settled into, so natural that her bed has started to feel too big and too cold if she ever spends a night alone. 

Her closet now has a space filled with clothes too big for her to wear, and her desk has filled with documents that she doesn’t dare touch. It’s just a part of it. Pure domesticity, even if they’re living through interesting times.

“You and everyone, I believe.” Nevra says, and she hums in agreement “You shouldn’t lay in bed with your shoes on.”

She looks up at him from her place in the bed, grinning as she noticed he was undoing the laces in her boots to take them off for her. 

Even seven years later, when he became a more serious and reserved person he still took care of her. 

“I was going to get up… Eventually.” The faelian explained  “It’s just that….My legs feel like jelly. I can’t even sit up.”

“I’m guessing Karenn tired you out.”

“I feel so old. I don’t think I can keep up with her anymore.” 

Patrolling was bad normally, but it got worse today when they needed to survey an area bigger than usual. And being paired with Karenn usually meant being a victim to one of her pranks once she got bored of working, and being subjected to her unending teasing.

It didn’t help that her friend heard a strange sound in the distance and simply disappeared into the shadows to check it out, which meant that Mc had to spend at least an hour trying desperately to look for her through the woods, but it was not like she would ever tell this part to Nevra.

The vampire took off her shoes and placed them by the wall, near her bed. Exactly where she’d place them herself.

She reached her arms out, dramatically asking for cuddles. Nevra rolled his eyes, but still indulged her, as always, by laying beside her and pulling her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her to get her even closer.

Mc doesn’t miss the tiny differences from before. How he seems to hold her tighter now, how he breathes in her scent and kisses the top of her head absentmindedly.

He’s always quieter when he gets to hold her for the first time after a long day. They don’t talk about it, but there’s this nagging feeling in Mc’s mind that it’s a result of her sacrifice.

Being together feels natural, but it isn’t as if nothing has changed. He knows the pain of losing her. Even now that she’s back, the dark shadow of her years of absence still looms large over them. 

Mc is lost in her thoughts when he starts playing with her hair, twirling her curls on his fingers and feeling its texture, and later moving to massage her scalp. 

“Are you tired already?”

He asks, and their closeness makes it so Mc can feel his voice as he speaks.

“I’m tired.” She looks up at him “But not sleepy.”

“Aren’t you going to change into something more comfortable?” 

“Nooo, I’m too tired to move.” Mc whines “If you’re so bothered by it, you can take them off yourself.”

She says, playfully. It is an attempt at teasing as much as an invitation. 

“You’re getting bold, aren’t you?” 

He brushes away her hair, tracing her neck with her fingers, going down from underneath her chin to the hollow of her neck to her collar bones, fascinated with their shape and the way her breath hitched in her throat as she felt his touch.

He was above her now, laying on his side, propped up on his elbows as his hand idly traced shapes in her upper chest, never venturing lower without her permission.

There was this hunger in his eyes, a dangerous glimmer that was so unmistakably Nevra. It made her heartbeat quicken in anticipation, a familiar heat pooling in her lower stomach as she shifted her legs in an attempt to get more comfortable, looking away for a moment due to how overwhelming it all felt.

“What, you’re getting shy now?” Nevra taunts and seems annoyingly pleased with her reaction. “I’m just obeying your orders.”

“Oh, just shut up!”

She reached out to him, lowering him enough so she could properly kiss him.

He indulged her, gently shifting their position so he’d be able to kiss her deeply. A reprieve from an entire, stressful day apart.

Nevra parted from her, kissing her nose, cheeks and then moving onto her jaw and the small junction between her neck and jaw, which he dragged his sharp teeth against, making her eyes flutter closed and an embarrassing squeak escape her lips.

She could feel his stare, the self-satisfied, knowing smirk that he proudly wore when he turned her from a functioning adult to a blushing mess with little to no effort on his part. 

His hand started venturing lower, slowly unbuttoning her shirt, teasing her by doing it as slowly and methodically as he possibly could.

If she ever tried to lower him to kiss her again, he’d kiss the corner of her mouth instead, just shy of what she wanted.

“You’re having way too much fun with this.”

She gets up just enough to help him take off her shirt, which gets her a brief kiss as a reward. He starts working to undo her belts instead— Ugh, why did she wear so many? She would need to have a conversation with Purriry about practicality soon.

“I’m just doing what you wanted, my love.” There’s that smirk again, the teasing tone that drove her insane. “I can’t bring myself to deny your requests. You’re my weakness. So if you want something, just ask.”

He pretended to struggle with the last belt, and she impatiently undid them herself.

Nevra bit back a comment about her eagerness and helped her out of her pants, throwing the item on the floor roughly in the same direction as the rest of her clothing.

“Are you really going to make me beg?”

Mc asks, and despite intending to sound annoyed, the question doesn’t have as much bite as she wanted it to.

Nevra takes advantage of the exposed skin, taking the time to take in her form and fully appreciating her beauty. He traces the faint outline of her scars with his fingers, and the small action doesn’t make her feel exposed and self-conscious as it makes her feel adored.

“I don’t think ‘make’ you is the right term.” He adds, and his heated gaze is a sign that their little game won’t last much longer. “Although, I can make you beg for it if that’s what you desire.”

She thought about it for a second, looking up at him as Nevra patiently awaited her next move. She could put an end to all of this right now or she could flip him over and deal with his teasing as he jokingly scolded her for being so impatient.

There were endless possibilities, and it filled her with excitement.

“I’m not tired anymore,” Mc says, finally.  “I won’t make things easy for you.”

Nevra, for one, seems delighted by her response.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

[kits-shrine]

Tony continued his gentle ministrations, entirely unaware of the effect.

The door flew open swiftly, if silently, allowing Ginko to all but whirl in as she snapped the door just as silently behind her. Her cheeks were flushed as she whisper yelled at the faelian as she advanced towards him "What are you doing Tony?"

[loreillustrated]

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[whitegoldtower]

Oh, Caerwyn. How does it feel to be 100% right about your scheme?

The economy is indeed crashing because Ulfric is too focused on funding his armies and making war plans. It almost feels wrong to rip it out from underneath him - like taking sweets off a child. But it’s just so easy to do, now.

Peepaw certainly doesn’t mess around. In a few mere days, Ulfric will be dead, and Windhelm will be passed to him, along with the title of High King. The Dominion is going to invade, and armies will ensure that: Elenwen’s getting Solitude. Rulindil is going to be Jarl of Whiterun. Markarth now belongs to Ondolemar. Ancano will promoted to Jarl of Winterhold and Hand of the King, And young Faelian will take over Windhelm when he matures, with Caerwyn stepping in, then, as royal Advisor. Syndil is getting Morthal, Maven Black-Briar will be getting Riften, and - given quite a cushy deal, here, Elisif now gets Falkreath. Faelian will marry Elisif when he matures.

The high council will be less like a King and his subjects, and more like a Roman Senate, or a parliament. Once everything has settled down, the holds will be unified under the Senate.

Babe, they’re already here. You just didn’t notice.