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[mavariel]

Ulfric, my old friend… what happened to you?

[mavariel]

Thank you for commissioning me! 💕 I had so much fun drawing your boy

A scene of Daerhovan i commissioned from the lovely and talented @mavariel who is also my friend <3 Thanks so much again!

[hircines-hunter]

Farky Wifeys Lusine, Sifkni, and Aeilif

for me and @umbracirrus and @mavariel

Yes I just used in game screenshot for the BG IDGAF I'm not drawing Jorrvaskr. Besides I made it as an early bday for myself!

[oblivions-dawn]

O, I Don't Have the Right

Senu posting for WIP Wednesday with EVIL?? Unheard of! Unless . . . Tagging @thequeenofthewinter, @yewphoric, @hircines-hunter, @umbracirrus, @mavariel, @bougainvillea-and-saltwater, @stormbeyondreality, @sylvienerevarine, @throughtrialbyfire, @bostoniangirl21, annnnnd YOU, criminal scum <3 There isn't too much of this chapter yet, but there are lots of plans, and . . . . Fufu. >:3c I'm not sorry.

Elenwen stood up, her hands clasped behind her back. She began to pace back and forth slowly yet deliberately, every scrape of her boots amplified by the wet and muddy gravel that coated the floor.

“It has come to our attention that the woman you travel with is the Dragonborn,” she stated in a light, matter-of-fact tone. “According to the reports that we have received from Cinnmir, the two of you are rather . . . close.”

Vigdis.

Serana inhaled sharply—and became submerged in those haunted ice-blue eyes, and the sweet, addictive scent of petrichor she knew so well. The memory of chapped pink lips burned against her own, the kiss hard and angry and desperate; the faint taste of wine splashed over her tongue as warm breath mingled in her mouth; freckled fingers dug into her waist; fiery curls entangled in her pale hands; their passionate dance accompanied by soft yet ragged gasps—

Something leathery grasped her chin. Her reverie shattered under sulphur eyes; Serana recoiled, tried to jerk her head out of the iron grip—but to no avail. She clenched her teeth, her pale lips parted to bare her fangs in defiance. The First Emissary of the Aldmeri Dominion merely smiled at her.

[merilles]

melimië for @mavariel 💜

[mavariel]

Here’s a preliminary doodle of her :)

Hey remember when I said I was cooking up a new Skyrim oc? Meet Aeilif :)

Aeilif was born and raised in Riverwood. She married her long-time friend, Halbjorn, a member of the guard. They were happy for a time, saving up money to move up to Whiterun.

Until the imperial carriage brought back Halbjorn, dead. He had been stopped by the Thalmor, on the way home from Whiterun. Accused, misunderstood, swiftly executed.

Aeilif can’t bear to stay in Riverwood after Halbjorn’s death. She wanders for a time, hunting, doing odd jobs for coin. She finds herself in Whiterun after a narrow escape from Helgen and her own execution. The city she and Halbjorn were supposed to have been living in, right now.

Having honed her skills somewhat during her travels, Aeilif decides to join the Companions. It’s a source of stability compared to wandering, and the intense training helps dull her festering anger and numb the pain a bit.

[marahsfandomloves]

Thank you, @mavariel, for drawing this scene from my first fanfic after Taniiaae first phases into a werewolf where she was nervous about talking to Sinding.

[grogpole]

Thank you for the tag @winecupwars!

9 people you want to know better tag

three ships: Uhhhh lets see...Courier Six / Cass from New Vegas, Dragonborn / Lydia from Skyrim, aaaaand Gideon Nav / Harrowhark Nonagesimus from The Locked Tomb!

first ship: Honestly it might well have been Courier Six and Cass lol

last song: Heel Turn 2 - Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 1 by the Mountain Goats! God! What a song

last movie: Mad God (2021) By Phil Tippit! Visually stunning, second-half pacing was not my cup of tea sadly, still highly recommend tho

currently reading: Perdido Street Station by China Mieville for the second? third? time. It's very very very good. It's got cactus people, a man with thirteen mouths and excellent prose. Go read it.

currently watching: Amphibia! Again!

currently eating/ate: Got some chicken goujons and steamed veg in the fridge. yum.

currently craving: A coherent narrative to write and time to play my backlog of games

tagging @jiubilant @galoogamelady @falmerbrook @words-not-working-for-mouth @moicaire @mavariel but no pressure at all!

[mavariel]

Coming back from beyond the grave to offer you the most pathetic jarl in Skyrim <3

[mavariel]

Hehehe she was a pleasure to draw!

It’s the girl. The High Queen herself.

Thank you so much to dear @mavariel for such a beautiful and wonderful surprise. She’s gorgeous. 🤩

[thequeenofthewinter]

Work-in-Progress Wednesday

500 words? Yeah, why not? I was on a roll. (No, I will not be telling you what is in the box from last week. >:D)

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

@v1ctory-or-sovngarde @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @mavariel @sheirukitriesfandom

@umbracirrus @tallmatcha @vivifriend and YOU! YEAH YOU! Tag me! I DARE you!

The glowing embers left in the hearth sputter and crack as the last of their dying light dances over Dahlia’s face. How long has she been here? Minutes, hours? To her, it feels like days. Long does she feel that the cold has sunk into her skin since she got out of bed, leaving Ulfric by himself. As much as she wishes for the warmth of his arms around her, she cannot stand staring up at the ceiling and counting the cracks within it any longer. 

She sighs, the air feeling thin as it passes through her lips. Tomorrow she will set out at first light with Galmar for the Hammerfell border. Tomorrow she will pick up her sword again. Tomorrow she will leave her everything she has of worth behind. Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. The word echoes in her ears until it becomes all she can think about. She does not want tomorrow to come, and she would shoot Magnus from the skies to keep it so. Would it be so selfish? Is she not owed anything from Mundus? From the Divines? Father Akatosh, how she does not want to go!

Dahlia shakes her head, some of her dark locks cascading over her shoulders as she fights the sting of tears which threaten to fall yet again. By now she had thought that she would have been out of them. Apparently she was wrong. Again.

“What are you doing here, my heart? You should be in bed.” Ulfric’s voice, gruff with sleep, floats into her ears as he sits down on the bearskin rug next to her.

Of course he would have noticed she was gone. It would not surprise her if he was not sleeping at all, waiting for this exact moment when she started to crack, much like the coals she stares blankly at in the fireplace.

“You can talk to me, you know.” One of his hands comes up to start playing with the ends of her hair, his calloused fingers occasionally brushing against her exposed collarbones. “I know how you must feel.”

“Do you?” She turns to him, the dim light from the fireplace reflecting weakly in her eyes. “Is there any way that you can understand the conflict I feel? To know the things I must do again?” Her voice quiets into a soft whisper. “To wonder if I will come home again? I thought I was done with all of this.”

He tips her face gently towards his, lips brushing featherlight against her cheek. “I do, and more than you know. I do not wish to let you go either, and if you said the word, I would be selfish and hold you here.” His eyes almost burn into hers, capturing her full attention, and she is taken aback for a moment with how much sincerity she sees in their depths. She knows more than anyone how much he suffered under the Thalmor, and yet, here he is telling her that he would damn them all just to keep her here. She almost believes him.

[hircines-hunter]

WIP Wednesday

👀 I had an idea. Unsure if it’ll make it into the Final Cut. But, having Adelina and Hircine feels certainly doesn’t help! Anyways!

Tagging @thequeenofthewinter @umbracirrus @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @mavariel @madamefluffnstuff

@vivifriend @oblivions-dawn @skyrim-forever and anyone else that wants to join in! Please feel free to tag me! I like WIP and reading and looking at art!

Hircine turned when he caught Adelina’s scent on the breeze. He saw her. Her arms half transformed. Fangs protruded from her mouth. She charged at him, ripping the spear from his hand. She pointed the tip at his chest. He backed towards the edge of the cliff, looking down momentarily before looking back at his Huntress. He felt her rage radiate from every fiber within her. Her muscles coiled and contracted. He sidestepped around the cliff.

Adelina slashed at the air where Hircine had been standing. A growl left her lips as she quickly swung his spear again. ‘She’s carrying Moon- Blessed children!’ She yelled into his mind. She closed her eyes and listened for him. There! She swung the spear again. The tip grazed the Daedric Prince’s arm.

Hircine looked down at the blood that trickled down his arm. “She cured my hunters.”

‘She remained a wolf. Turned another into Moon-blessed. She is having twins!’ Adelina swung again, cursing as Hircine ducked and charged at her.

Hircine grabbed both her arms. She struggled against his grip. She reeled her head back and slammed it forward against his helm, cracking it. Hircine let go of Adelina and took a step back. He threw the skull helm to the ground. His eyes turned red as he grew in size. His face contorted into a wolf head with antlers. His teeth were long and jagged. Too big for his maw.

Adelina let a transformation take over. Werewolf behemoth. She’d never be as large as Hircine. ‘I’m taking her side! Her mother and a former pack mate. We are helping her.’ Adelina pounced at her husband. Her jaw latched onto the crook of his shoulder. ‘You may be my Hart and I your Huntress. I do not agree with this Hunt on her.’

“I am not satisfied with the Hunt—“

[merilles]

9 people you want to get to know better! Thanks for the tag @acornsandoaktrees 🥺💖

Three ships: Aragorn/Arwen, Faramir/Éowyn, Gareth/Lyonors

First ship: I have no idea. Shipping hasn't really been my thing until recently :,)

Last song: Lament for Gandalf by the Katy Chamber Chorus

Last movie: Sense and Sensibility (1995)

Currently reading: Just finished Stardust by Neil Gaiman

Currently watching: Nothing

Currently eating: Butter chicken and Naan

Currently craving: Same as above. I love curry <3

Tagging: @yellow-faerie, @elanna-elrondiel, @miriel-therindes, @linden-leaf, @vinyatar, @dunadaan, @mavariel, @eomer, @shiremenace

[moicaire]

Awwwww Vedathyr 😭😭😭😭 I hope he gets the love he deserves someday with someone who takes the time to get to know him <3

Hi!!!! I love your polls and art thanks for your awesome contribution! Here have some free Aeilif dumping :)

Aeilif grew up in Riverwood. Her parents owned a shop there, and when she was a young adult they moved to Cyrodiil to get away from the cold and start a new shop in the city. Aeilif stayed back to run the Riverwood shop herself. She married Halbjorn, her childhood best friend and Whiterun/Riverwood guard.

Their plan was to save up some money and then move to Whiterun, but he was killed on the road by a Thalmor justiciar with no warning. After that, she tried to continue running the store, but she felt too alone and isolated in Riverwood without Halbjorn or her parents. So she gathers up some supplies and hits the road by herself to earn some coin and try to run away from grief.

She ends up mistakenly captured by the empire (cue “hey you you’re finally awake”) and after the dragon attack escapes with Ralof. She runs to Whiterun to tell Jarl balgruuf what happens.

It’s not until she arrives that she realizes that she has lost all of her possessions and money with the exception of a few items she had on her person, so she can’t afford to go to the inn. But Aela happens to be there when she talks to Balgruuf, and invites her to Jorrvaskr for a rest.

Aeilif is reluctant, but ends up joining the companions, thinking it’s an easy way to keep traveling and making coin only with a bit more security. But the longer she’s there, the more she starts to care for her shield-siblings.

Things hit a turning point when she’s badly hurt on a mission to clear out some draugr. Farkas drags her all the way back to Jorrvaskr and they all go out of their way to help her recover and cheer her up. This is when she finally talks about being widowed, and when she realizes that she can open up to the companions, that they’re her family and they actually care about her.

All this time she is in fact the LDB but I think it takes her quite a while to acknowledge and pursue it. When she does, she’s supported and encouraged by the other companions. I havent fleshed that story out much yet but hope to write that eventually! I have this backstory started as its own fic that I might actually post :)

Can’t wait to hear about your OCs! My asks and messages are always open if you want to dump more!

GOD poor girl. fucking thalmor justiciars. its really sweet that she learns to find family and companionship (heh) again!! (also thank you! i'm glad y'all enjoy my polls and art!! <3)

fact for fact: vedathyr wants to get married and have kids and such, but he's so socially awkward that he's given up on ever having either

[marahsfandomloves]

Thank you @mavariel for the adorable piece of Taniiaae and Sinding and for reading their story!!!

[mavariel]

young nelyo