#pocket-vvardvark

[oblivions-dawn]

HYPERFIXATED AND MALLEABLE MOOT I am squishing ya 😩

Actual image of me being squished as we speak

[yewphoric]

HOLY SMOKES AND MEOOOOOW moot :))) Your art is so NEAT I want to drink it >:]

MEOWWWW

EEEEE THANK YOU!! :DDD blends it into a milkshake for you

[falmerbrook]

LATE but I need to gush about your art. YOUR 🫵 trademark is having really cool headcanons™️!! And having a gorgeous art style™️ AND animation skills™️

LJHDFLJSHDFLSJHFDJKLSH THANK YOUUUUU!!! You are too kind OMG!! And I appreciate that you like me headcanons! I like sharing them!

[pocket-vvardvark]

Guys I'm crying my mom got these cute little dudes on sale 😭😭

[skyrim-forever]

Indoril Nerevar

Size 10 czech seed beads, glass pearl and crystal, polyester thread on cotton fabric

By Azura, he's done!!! I had a goal of finishing him this weekend and I'm so happy I was able to, this project has been incredibly fulfilling. I originally started this back in September but then put my beading down in favour of writing until February. I've been beading more and more to try and finish him and this ended up being a total of 74 hours to complete.

I want to thank some lovely friends who were wonderful and encouraging as I shared this process <3 @pocket-vvardvark @dirty-bosmer @changelingsandothernonsense @theoneandonlysemla @thequeenofthewinter @ladytanithia @firefly-factory @sanza-17 @scholarlyhermit @sulphuricgrin and many others. My brain is fried so apologies, I do not mean to forget anyone <3

If anyone needs me I'll be facedown in a riverbed :P

[dirty-bosmer]

Wip Wednesday

Tagged by: @kookaburra1701 @skyrim-forever @silly-little-diary @heavy-metal-dick

Thanks friends <3 Tagging: @elavoria @gilgamish @theoneandonlysemla @unironicallytes @miliabyntite @thequeenofthewinter @pocket-vvardvark @sulphuricgrin @ladytanithia @madam-whim @sylvienerevarine @inkysqueed @saltymaplesyrup @moriche @labskeever

More Listener!Lucien/Magod!Silencer crack fic because ��

The rain sieves the morning light until what reaches them can barely pass for light at all, just grey and more grey, a shade so dull and void of life that Lucien has only ever seen it on a corpse. Nimileth retrieves the pot of chicory coffee, pours it out. It’s gritty and burnt, but the bitterness is welcome as it sears off the cloying sweetness that lingers from the night before. “It’s good,” he says even though it’s really not, but he has to say something because the silence grates, and the raw wound it scrapes on the inside of his ears stings worse than nettle. Still he dreads a reply almost as much as he longs for it, and of course, Nimileth says nothing— courtesy or punishment? With her, he can never quite tell.  She sits across from him, cradling her steaming mug. The sly smile on her face has a funny way of spearing through him, like it’s directed at the wall behind him, not meant for him at all. They’re back to stalemates and impasse, eating breakfast like strangers. On the roof, the pitter patter of the storm drones on. Sparingly, Lucien risks a glance up to find her leafing through The Black Horse Courier, and he can’t help but think that even after the shock of the Purification, she had more to say to him than this. After all they’ve been through, surely last night can’t be the wedge that drives them apart completely. After all they’ve bled for, surely last night can be forgiven too.  Some vestige of the human that Lucien long ago strangled wants to reach out, grab her hand, say, ‘look at me.’ Wants to say, ‘I was thinking we should visit Cheydinhal, get out of Bravil before it drowns us. A change in scenery might be good for you. Good for us, if we still exist.’ And in his bones he knows that this can't be over, still convinced that all she needs to be shaken from her strange humor is to see how far the Dark Brotherhood has risen from the ruins they made of it unknowingly. All she needs is to see that the family she thought she lost is still there, growing back stronger, that there’s still time to rebuild the life Sithis intended for them. Listener and Silencer, the blade in his hand, leading the Dark Brotherhood together if only she'll return. One chance is all Lucien needs to show her that as Listener, he's capable of something greater than destruction.

Across from him, Nimileth picks at the next page in the paper, wrinkled and damp from the rain. “I think there’s something wrong with me,” she says suddenly, and the indifference in her voice wrings all hope from his dark heart. “Last night I thought of killing you in your sleep.”

[moriche]

WIP Wednesday!

It is wednesday my guys, gals and non-binary pals! Thank you everyone for the well-wishes last week <3 It's good to be back!! Tagged by @gilgamish, @madam-whim, @dirty-bosmer, @changelingsandothernonsense, @theoneandonlysemla, @ladytanithia

And because I love seeing what everyone is up to and I like tagging folks: @thequeenofthewinter @truth-01001001-liar @pocket-vvardvark @illumiera @unknownhomosapien @kat-tail @nyarevar @changelingsandothernonsense @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @oblivions-dawn @scorchedcandy @saltymaplesyrup @dirty-bosmer @ladytanithia @thenotebookwizard @tonakuma @sulphuricgrin @umbracirrus @skyrim-forever @hircines-hunter @friend-of-giants @labskeever @heavy-metal-dick @sanza-17 @theoneandonlysemla @yansurnummu @orbitalmirror @scholarlyhermit @linwelinwrites @sylvienerevarine @kookaburra1701 @elavoria @wispstalk @stormbeyondreality

Added a bunch of TES WIP Wednesday folks - let me know if I forgot anyone else! If you want to get on or off Ms. Moriche’s Wild Ride, please tag me or DM me and I’ll make a note and add or remove you!

And also tagged are YOU! YES! YOU!

No writing today, but I did do my first drawing in Clip Studio Paint this week for an ask game! Some of the gear Veryn acquires throughout Fear in a Handful of Dust: a chitin Zainab bracelet to mark him a trader; a chitin earring to mark him a Clanfriend of the Urshilaku. The ring of Moon-and-Star. A mages staff made of mycelial wood; and Keening.

[sanzas-reverie]

OK SO, me and @pocket-vvardvark were talking about an au where mannimarco gets the amulet of kings and mantles Molag bal or whatever so I drew this!!!! Bcs I needed to get this idea out of my head

AND

please go read the snippet of the fic my pookie wrote it’s so good and it relates to this art ok bye💔🫶

HERE

[theoneandonlysemla]

It’s WIP Wednesday!

Tagged by the lovely: @sulphuricgrin @firefly-factory @skyrim-forever @ladytanithia @hircines-hunter I’ll come around to your gorgeous posts soon!

Tagging without any pressure: @chiqita @dirty-bosmer @elavoria @friend-of-giants @heavy-metal-dick @illumiera @labskeever @moriche @pocket-vvardvark @rikkimora @rakaiawriter @sheirukitriesfandom @tiredela

I’m a boring ass bitch. Would post writing, but I’m not home so no access to my laptop. Abut be sure that I cooked up more strange shit between Manni and Ria! Bodies were desecrated, insects crawled. The usual.

Anyway, I restarted a piece that I never finished, haha. I always planned to have it in more of an oil painting direction but didn’t know how to do shit then. Well, now I kinda know and so I went down to sketching and… did you people know that generals do wear a lot of decorations and medals? Uhhh… I did exchange them into Elder Scrolls fitting decorations. And now, have Morotar. (On the right I put the old sketch because damn. I’m getting better.)

He’s an instagram model now.

[thequeenofthewinter]

Work-in-Progress Wednesday

I am chipping away at another chapter of my nonsense, and apparently the theme of this chapter is: I cannot stop Emmrich Volkarin from doing whatever he wants.

Tagging: @starfleetteddybear @holdingontojupiter @skyrim-forever @theoneandonlysemla @moriche @dirty-bosmer @pocket-vvardvark @firefly-factory @the-bear-and-his-sunbird @razildor @caughtnyact @theyearningghoul @redheadsramblings @draco-illius-noctis @velvet-apricots and anyone else who'd like to participate. YES YOU! I love seeing what everyone is working on. <3

Emmrich is left alone. While this would not be the first time he has stood in the main parlor of Iris’ apartment, it would be the first time he has done so unattended. The few times he has been here she has received him for tea or other times other times for an exchanging of books under the not-so-hidden pretense of checking in on her.

Following her indications, he walks towards the settee, passing many of her well-stocked bookshelves—he’ll have to ask to peruse them again later, before finally finding a place to sit next to her desk.

It would be rude to sneak a peek at what she is working on, but a glance wouldn’t hurt, would it? It isn’t like he would ever intend on stealing her work. Spirits, no. He’s only merely curious as to what she has been reading.

When he picks up the book, he immediately recognizes the cover as one of his own. Warmth unexpectedly flushes down his body as he opens it only to find that she uses one of her hair ribbons as a mark. It would be just like Iris to use whatever is on hand instead of getting a proper bookmark—improvisation is a specialty of hers. He files away a mental note for later to get one for her. Maybe something gold plated with irises engraved on it. Emmrich, get a hold on yourself. This isn’t why you picked up the book. What has possessed you to get so carried away? He scolds himself as he puts it carefully back on her desk only to notice the piles of notes she has splayed out over the surface of it. Are all of these about his work? The quantity is rather impressive, and if he just took a quick look…

Before he can stop himself, Emmrich picks up one of the pieces of parchment and begins reading. 

[yewphoric]

1, 2, 14, 16 from the TES OC ask game for Mazourkh! :D

Hi Pocket!! I avoided answering any of the others with Mazourkh so I could answer all these in this ask >:3

1 What class do they fall under? Anything they specialize in? (ex: Mage > Illusionist) Have they changed their class over their lifetime or stayed the same?

She's a Spellsword! She specializes in destruction magic to aid in combat, but knows some restoration and alteration as well. And she uses swords! When she was just learning magic for fun, she focused much more on alteration! She's picked up many more destruction spells as she's had to actually use magic in combat.

2. When they cast magic, what’s their style? Are they flamboyant or reserved? Do they wave their hands around? Do they like making a show of it? Are they verbal? 

Surprisingly, she's pretty reserved! Destruction is pretty straightforward and is really just about throwing magic at wherever your hand is pointing. She sometimes is verbal, only because she's pretty vocal when she fights (yelling a lot typically), not because it has anything to do with the spell.

14. Any motifs or symbolism for this character? Flowers, animals, etc.

I am absolutely terrible at this question, I'm so sorry. Maybe purple flowers of some kind?? I like the color blue for her. Uhhhhh. Ffffawns? Bunnies? Soft cute animals??? I'm so bad at this--

16. Languages! How many do they speak? Are they literate?

She speaks Tamrielic and Orcish! She's better at Tamrielic though. Her mom doesn't speak Orcish to her as much anymore, so she's lost a lot of her skill in it. And she is literate! Very literate! She's a high level reader and her handwriting is very nice and she writes very quickly.

[sulphuricgrin]

WIP Wednesday

No pressure tagging: @changelingsandothernonsense @hircines-hunter @skyrim-forever @sanzas-reverie @pocket-vvardvark @scholarlyhermit @silly-little-diary @oblivions-dawn @yewphoric @yansurnummu @fangsandsoftgrass

@lobo-inu @firefly-factory @sunlightpassingthroughthewater @madam-whim @theoneandonlysemla @moriche @truth-01001001-liar @ggghoulish @lathez @orfeoarte @illumiera @thequeenofthewinter @nyarevar and anyone else interested!

How the fuck is it already Wednesday?? Anyways, as per usual, if you see a mistake, no you didn't.

He could always tell she was back in one of two ways: the sudden surge in magicka in the tower, or her singing or humming. Though in most cases, it was both.  Miraak tilts his head back, letting it rest against the back of the sofa. His book is abandoned in his lap as he stares at the dark stone ceiling and waits. He tries to gauge the magicka, but it had spiked then settled. He silently listens to the quiet, to any movements or muttering from her. But when the silence continues, he begins to glare at the ceiling. Frustration begins to gnaw at him. She couldn’t have possibly dipped into Apocrypha and left just like that. His jaw clenches at the thought. The sting of the idea. But he doesn’t stew too long in his bitterness― he finally hears her.  She’s still too far away, whatever she’s saying is indiscernible, but the flit of magicka in the air is not. He turns his head towards where he thinks he hears her from and whispers, “Laas Yah Nir.” There she was, a dim goldish-green aura moving around through the tower, just one floor above. He watches her pause here and there, and as the aura begins to disappear, she’s descending.  And now he can hear more of her, her tone soft and tender, though the words he still can’t― silence. Again. He rolls his eyes before closing them, turning his head back to facing the ceiling. She's probably planning some sort of nonsense. So he waits.  Singing returns with a different tone and magicka in the air. His left hand goes to the right, touching the ring on his thumb. He was curious about what she was planning.  She slips into his chambers, singing, “Dyin', I'm tryin' to keep his attention.”  He doesn’t need to open his eyes to know where she moves. She’s barefooted, her footsteps audible against the dark stone floors. As she steps closer, behind him, the smell of lavender surrounds him. He finally opens his eyes, watching her, as she places her hands on the back of the sofa, and leans down towards him. What an insufferable smile― she was in a wicked good mood. Her face made up like she had been at a party, lips stained a shade of purple.  “My baby's a freak, yeah And I'm a masochist I'm stuck in his teeth, yeah.” She moves more to his right side, and lowers her face to his. He has a glimpse of the gossamer cloth covering her shoulders, everything else obstructed by her golden curls, but focuses back on her face. She whispers, lips so close to his, “There's poison on his lips.” His hand starts reaching up for her, to pull her closer, when she closes the gap herself. His hand still wraps into her hair, holding her there, knowing her habit to kiss and run. She hums, and he can feel her smile in the kiss.  When she does manage to pull back, he notices a tackiness on his mouth and her makeup smudged. He smacks his lips at the odd feeling. She looks proud of herself. “That makes you happy?” he asks, hand going to wipe it off.  “Mhmm. Might be temporary, but that marks you mine.” He pauses at that. He supposes he could suffer the feeling of it for now. “Why don’t you come here already, instead of standing back there.”  Her face glows with excitement as she rounds the sofa and― By Dibella, she was wearing naught but some delicate gossamer slip of a thing that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. He groans. She would be the death of him. 

[lobo-inu]

WIP Wednesday

✦ tagged by @hircines-hunter @lathez @umbracirrus @sulphuricgrin ✦ tagging @23daemon @bonestrewncrest @littledragondork @dayundying @pocket-vvardvark

more art WIPs! Miraak + Robin werewolves, a simple reference sheet for my Hircine demiprince Cervynus, and more Mirbin doodles from last night :>

[friend-of-giants]

WIP Wednesday baybeeeee!!!

I've been tagged by a lot of folks today - @sheirukitriesfandom @umbracirrus @heavy-metal-dick @labskeever @pocket-vvardvark and @lucien-lachance thank you all!

Tagging @theoneandonlysemla @vervayyn uhhhh... idk who else to tag, I'm shy lol let me know if you want me to tag you in the future.

Have a battle-ready Wren doodle. I didn't feel like finishing it and stuck to a more loose style than my usual - I might get back to it and polish it up someday. Drawing armor is a whole ass nightmare, buuuut it's also fun to challenge myself sometimes. Featuring the Nordic carved armor that she totally didn't snag off a reaver that she killed in Solstheim.

Please ignore her hands and feet lmaoooo

[hircines-hunter]

This week 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!

Tagged by @nyarevar and @sulphuricgrin

Okay…. So would it surprise anyone that I have more werewolf ideas?????????? No? Lol 😆

Hunter’s Moon

I have written a little something before. It follows a werewolf (Hjalti) who has recently died and his journey to accept his death and find a new family in the Hunting Grounds. It features some of my favorites. My Hunters. Saoirse, Nilara, Kristjan, Gunnar and Kolfreyja. Each of them will get their backstory handled and how they ended up there. Meanwhile, they’ll be getting Hjalti comfortable within Oblivion and taking on the role of their Leader. Adelina will be involved. And maybe one of her kids? :3c

Sifkni’s Ancestor (no title)

I have the idea to cover another Hunt that resulted in Sifkni’s lineage. Being born as a wolf etc. I’ve made the OC. I haven’t named her. I haven’t done anything. Just that she’s early 30s. Complete badass. Werewolf.

Sifkni’s Parents (no title)

I’ve wanted to write how Sifkni’s parents met and fall in love. To the complete and utter fallout that happens and ends with Ilfhil’s death. Which may lead into me rewriting Sifkni’s past. From her mother’s death up to Skyrim start.

That’s the plan now….. I’ll see what happens. Blood moons is about 60% finished. And then I have Claws to work on after. :3c

Gonna tag @umbracirrus @illumiera @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @pocket-vvardvark @yewphoric @oblivions-dawn @theoneandonlysemla @mavariel

[skyrim-forever]

WIP Wednesday

On Wednesdays, we gush about wips <3 Thanks to @sulphuricgrin @silly-little-diary @labskeever @umbracirrus @theoneandonlysemla for the tags!

Tagging: @changelingsandothernonsense @dirty-bosmer @pocket-vvardvark @ladytanithia @firefly-factory @captain-of-silvenar

@scholarlyhermit @sanzas-reverie @heavy-metal-dick @lucien-lachance @hircines-hunter @saltymaplesyrup

@thequeenofthewinter @friend-of-giants @throughtrialbyfire @pyre-of-pages @sunsettemplar

Here's how Nerevar's doing, was hoping to get all his remaining skin done but made good progress regardless! I also have been trying my hand at dangling beads to make dripping blood, planing to add more after the hair is done. these were just to test out if I could do it.

I've also done a bit of writing, writing is still super difficult rn, but I wanted to share an Volkihar vampire oc I had who is a terrible, power-hungry lady <3 A treat for @dirty-bosmer and @theoneandonlysemla specifically <3

Yvonne studied Vingalmo. This was something she often did. He never noticed of course, not only for the fact she was careful to disguise her glances in time with lifting her goblet or whilst speaking to another. When she wasn’t watching the Altmer, she was watching his rival. Him and Orthjolf had a lot in common, it hadn’t taken her long to notice that. Their respective egos encapsulated most of the hall and left little room for anyone else, save for Lord Harkon, of course. For two men coveting his throne, they exerted far more energy on the other than the one in the palace of leadership. Orthjolf was more upfront, he made his disdain for elves very well-known that she thought him to be almost too on the nose. Brash, brutish, awfully Nord he was in everything from views to demeanor. An easy target she thought, how simple it will be to get him talking, earn his favour. Favour to which she intended to use to entice the mer into likewise favouring her, offer him secrets and position herself on his side. Eyes only on the other’s throat, she could slip in between them seamlessly, only here a few weeks thus far but a change of place had not quelled her ambition. Aside from the human remains, it was not unlike courtly life in Wayrest, preferably even as her bumbling husband’s entrails decomposed in the mountainous Reach. At least everyone here was more intelligent than he had been; albeit that bar is in Oblivion.

So yes, Yvonne intended to speak to the Nord following the family meal, flutter her eyelashes and play the adoring young lady in need of male guidance act she had perfected years ago. Her mother was an inspiration in that regard, and in many others. But while she dabbed the blood from her mouth, light pats as those in dignified society do, she changed her mind. 

“Orthjolf, there is a matter I must discuss with you later. I trust you know what it concerns.” Harkon said. 

“Why yes, My Lord. I had begun to wonder when we would return to the subject.” It was obvious that Vingalmo would not let this go unnoticed but when the other’s blood soaked lips smirked at him, she noticed the way his facial muscles contracted. The annoyance only present for a split-second but nevertheless it intrigued her. 

“My Lord, perhaps you would care for a variety of opinions on the matter.”

“For now this is best kept between Orthjolf, yourself and Garan will be informed in time.” The disappointment didn’t show until the Nord opened his mouth again. 

“It’s a matter between kinsmen, I’m sure you understand, elf.” She saw how his lips pursed, tensed as he both literally and figuratively bite his tongue, the narrowing of his eyes that disappeared in an instant. 

“Of course.”