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[venacoeurva]

Commission for @shadylex ! They’re gossipin

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[falmerbrook]

If you'd like, tell me your favorite parts about Eilwen or Elisere. Reading briefly about your snow elves and want to know about them!

aaaa thank you for the ask!! :D I will gladly talk about these two, Elisere is one of my favorite OCs

(quick tldr for them for those who don't know: Elisere is my dragonborn and Eilwen is her grandmother. They are altmer with snow elf ancestry. Eilwen is a professor of Skyrim history at a university in Firsthold, but does so as a means to study snow elf history (and the falmer) on the side. Both are very proud and invested in the culture and history of the snow elves)

It's kinda hard to say what my favorite parts of them necessarily are, but I can say what's been on my mind a lot with them recently (for both)!

For Eilwen first: I try to keep her passionate, but pragmatic. Like, she's deeply invested in studying the falmer and snow elves, but she knows that if she were super upfront and openly passionate about it, especially at work, at best she wouldn't be taken seriously and lose her job, and at worst she would get in trouble with the Thalmor. So she plays nice, shuts up, and does her job well and to the propagandistic standards requied of her so she can have the support and means to pursue the research that actually matters to her. Poor Elisere is the exact opposite of that, and Eilwen always worried it was going to bite her in the ass some day.

For Elisere: I want her to be super pathetic (at first). Just the most pitifully unlikable woman on Tamriel. She arrives to Skyrim thinking of it as some rural shithole full of dumb humans that don't even know what magic is, just to constantly be shown up in nearly every circumstance. She's a powerful mage, but being a good mage does not make her good at fighting, or survival in the wild, or navigation, or social relationships, and throwing elemental blast at everything causes more problems than solves them. She's abrasive to everyone and has a superiority complex when she first get's to Skyrim, but after the world puts in her place and she starts to show the province more respect, she actually comes to find the culture and social environment less hostile and more comfortable for her. She didn't even realize how anxious and stressed Alinor made her her whole life.

[classychassiss]

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[nynehells]

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SHADYLEXIC

A gender related to the word shady.

[icicleteeth]

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[tunarath]

OC Smash or Pass

I was tagged by @radioactive-synth and @serenbach86, thank you both so much!

Tagging @feitanportor @astralprisms @dekarios @secondsundering @shadylex AND ANYONE ELSE WHO WOULD LIKE TO DO THIS!

Full Name: Ilu'la (Ilu for short. Do not call her Ilu'la.)

Age: Older than your entire bloodline

Height: 6' / about 183cm

Gender: Transmasc and Bigender

Pronouns: She/Her & He/Him

Sexuality: Bisexual

PROS:

Will take care of you like a delicate little egg. And spoil you

20 Strength stat

Dom top... usually

Very physically affectionate (possible con?)

Not wary of public displays of affection like other githyanki (she calls it "marking her territory")

You could be with him for a literal eternity in the Astral Plane

CONS:

Still in love with her dragon wife who has been dead for like, a thousand years

Oops his wife comes back from the dead (unwillingly. thanks Vlaakith) and he will choose her over you if given that ultimatum

Never going to say that he loves you

Emotionally constipated AND combustible

Bites and scratches to show affection (possible pro?)

Ass so flat it's actually concave

Kinda (very) mean sometimes

[captain-of-silvenar]

Made a sequel chapter to the "Golden" story I made for tesfest24.

Teldryn continuing to catch feelings and denying them at every turn. Enjoy!

Things were different since that day.

Well, not really. Teldryn still hung out with his boss and helped her in the marketplace carrying supplies back home. They took small adventures into the nearby forest to hunt for deer or just to explore the nearby mountiain. Every night they shared a dinner in her home and every night they separated into their respective rooms to sleep.

Sometimes Yera had to leave to deal with Guild business and left Teldryn on his own to do as he pleased. He spent it browsing the few books she had on her shelves, chatting with Lydia on whatever idle conversation came up, or trying his hand at fishing on their personal dock.

All very mundane, domestic activities he didn’t believe he could ever experience again. For decades his life revolved around how much money he got and which patron was next on the list. Everything else was put to the side as survival was of the utmost importance. Sure there were years he was living it in some form of luxury with the influx of gold, but most of it was saved or spent drinking the evenings away to keep the creeping nightmares away.

Always that promise he’d leave Solstheim and return to Morrowind, his homeland for what it’s worth. Yet here he is now back in Skyrim. Living now in his boss’ home - free of charge! - and spending his afternoon fishing. Fishing on that lake that shined gold at dusk, the same gold that lived in Yera’s hair and eyes when she sat on the porch.

He was sure her housecarl knew. Teldryn knew that Lydia teased Yera back on Solstheim whenever the two of them were chummy. It wasn’t as if Lydia didn’t like Teldryn; in fact the housecarl was grateful for another person to be around Yera when she couldn’t be there. Being guide and friend and housecarl all in one was a big responsibility. But how could Teldryn be that person when all he can think of is running his hand through her hair, looking right into her sunlit eyes, and leaning down to-

Enough, he thought. There are more important things to think about.

For example, like how he was dragging out rugs to the porch to get the dust beaten out of them. It had been months since Yera was last home and the home chores were finally catching up to her. Lydia was already outside setting up the racks to hang them off of while he and Yera rolled and carried the rugs out.

Once outside, they were beaten until a considerable amount of dust and dirt fell onto the porch. Teldryn was tempted to grab his helmet if only to spare his lungs and eyes from the cloud that came out of it.

“How in the Gods did it get so dusty?” Yera grumbled, waving the air in front of her face. “It’s not like I was gone for months and left the bloody windows open.”

“Don’t know about the windows, sera, but you were in Solstheim for quite a few months. You might even say you were gone long enough for the dust to settle in your home.”

“Only because an ancient dragon priest and a Daedric Prince of Knowledge wanted my soul for extreme dubious reasons,” she responded. “I have them to blame for my house chores being left undone.”

“Blame it on Hermaeus Mora’s all seeing eye that you can’t get your rugs dusted in an orderly fashion,” Teldryn joked back.

“Wouldn’t be the first nor the last time the Gods and Princes both wanted to bother me for their own entertainment,” Yera huffed. “But enough of that, I think these are ready to be taken down to the lake for a soak.”

Yera set aside the paddle she was using and reached up to tug the rug down from the rack. It was a huge, heavy thing and while the rack was sturdy it looked ready to fall forward with one badly timed pull. 

“Woah, wait Yera,” Teldryn started. “It’s going to-”

Too late, the rug caught the pole at the very end of the tug and the whole thing started to fall towards Yera. Out of instinct, Teldryn reached out and grabbed Yera to use his own body to protect against the falling rack. Thankfully, it clattered harmlessly around them and just threw up a big cloud of dust. 

“Yera, are you alright?”

“Yeah,” she answered. “Didn’t think I’d pull the whole thing down.”

Now that there was no threat, Teldryn realized the position he put himself in. Arms wrapped around Yera and hunched over her as if blocking an attack. No attack forthcoming except the realization of how close he was to Yera. And how she looked up at him just as stunned as he was.

From this close he could see the scar on her lip so clearly. Two thin lines crossing over the corner of her lips. How she looked so different without her usual warpaint, almost youthful. Eyes clouded over but he could still see where her irises were and how they focused at the center of his face.

How easy would it be to lean down and-

“I heard some noise, did something happen?”

Lydia arrived just in time to have Teldryn release Yera, as if he were about to do something indecent to her. Yera herself took a step back as well and patted herself down, brushing off the dust that and floated onto her.

“Nothing,” Yera answered. “Just pulled on the rug too hard and made the rack fell.”

Yera could never see it, but Teldryn could see it clear as day. Lydia’s eyes glanced down at the rack and back at Teldryn and Yera, and back to Teldryn again. A silent conversation that he could not hear was transmitted through the housecarl’s eyes right into his skull. He knew what she was thinking, and she knew he knew what she was thinking. But Teldryn was an honest man and a coward and didn’t say a single word.

Lydia broke the eye contact and simply walked over to the fallen rug.

“I’m glad you are unharmed. Let’s get this rug into the lake before more unforeseen accidents happen.”

And just like that Teldryn was left on the porch alone once more. Lydia and Yera dragging the rug down while he was left to sweep the dust away. He almost wanted to use the broom to beam himself in the head with how stupid he was acting.

She is still your boss and is paying you, he thought. There is no space here for that kind of feeling. Nevermind she probably doesn’t have the thought or time for it with her lifestyle.

Conveniently forgetting that Yera hasn’t paid him in months, or that she loudly proclaimed she was not going on anymore adventures for the next lifetime, Teldryn focused and brushing the dust and his own feelings away into the wind.

He gave one last cough as some dust flew back into his face, before sweeping them off the porch.

[scalecallerpeak]

WIP Whenever || Tagged by @shadylex

I thought I had like no wips turns out I just have been going through major ADHD forgettfulness and have a lot I forgot about. A lot of these are sketch memes bc I draw those when I don't really know what to draw but I want to draw SOMETHING:

[sigmaelxgr]

Hello!

3, 7, and 15 from the OC trauma ask game for any OC of your choice :)

heyyy its the sixth time im trying to answer this ask!! :D i think Tumblr cant deal the length of it? i dont know but i couldnt just NOT elaborate on this, the questions were so good!! im so glad i can share with you points of this dunmer called Sangre/Xangr (Sangre is the most common spelling but Tumblr prefered with an X) brace yourself, dearest, bc thats a LONG answer that awaits!! LETS GO

3 - Have they died before ?

YOU BEGAN..... With the absolute most banger question of the whole ask meme. I am obliged to elaborate on this. I'll tag @shadylex bc, dear, you may like it (pls answer the same ask for Yera) How do I state this... Xangr doesnt really know if he's alive. Well. There are clues you'd say! But this boy is not quite sure about that. Xangr feels like his body is not his. He feels like his face is stolen from another. He feels like his whole life is what living as a cancer would be. He asphyxiates in his own rotten flesh. He feels his bones rejecting him so hard they cramble like glass from time to time. He feels STUCKED HERE... Somewhere not at the right place, somehow caged here inside of the One this body belongs to. So, if this meat isnt his, if those traits arent his neither, who is he? What is he here for? Does he even exist, if nothing is his? He's born aged 11, when a boy named Sigma-El shattered. He's been throwned into the hell of existance without any explanation. Xangr had no name back then. He had no idea why, he had no idea what was happening, no context, no clue but he felt MAD, he felt spontaneously FURIOUS about existing, he couldnt talk without spitting his rage to everything. He learnt quickly to dispise living, the rage turning his gaze away from his body, that made him SUFFER without any reason to be found. Pain alterated his appreciation of the world. Xangr experienced suffering so hard he was blinded by it. Each fiber of his being tore him apart, so violently he would bite, bleed himself to feel relief...

Until years, and years later, free from the Telvannis and far from Vvardenfell that he fled in his desperate fury against everything, an Altmer called Cyriel took long months to establish a dialogue with him. It was at first chaotic, but Cyriel understood that this insane violence directed toward the outside found its source directly into core. Cyriel acknowledged pain. He acknowledged trouble, hunger for answers, wishes for loneliness, DISTRESS. He asked him if he has a name, HIS name, and Xangr, named Sigma-El back then, said "Sangre." (A red pigment, HIS fav color)

Now that he has a word to design himself with, he began slowly to live as such. It took years again for Cyriel and Xangr to explore the implications of this new statement. What Xangr is, what is his role here. Cyriel was a fantastic friend, such a nice character (I love him with so much tenderness) but even now with dawning of answers, questions remained and Xangr feelt deeper and deeper as a hack, a fraud, he understood that they are at least two and feelt existing as stealing Sigma-El's life.

Sigma-El is here, somewhere, asleep. He knows the day Sigma-El would wake up, he'd die probably in counterpart. It would be the day he's not needed anymore - and each time Sigma-El or what will become Molkhun Dahkem take on their body, Xangr experiences anguish of disappearance again and again.

He feels alive nowadays, when he's painting his skin, when he's sewing his dresses, when he's performing dances, when he's having sex, when he eats juicy fruits or kahjiiti tajines, when he hears the enchanting sounds of his jewelry... and even more after the Planemeld in which he heavily took part back then, as a Worm Cultist. He got so much into death, so much into self-destruction..!

Now that he learnt to accept their condition, to love Sigma-El, to love himself too, pain appeased a lot. Yet he's so scared to die and willing to live his own life, he knows the clock is ticking bc he disobeyed Coldharbour, he knows he has to enjoy seconds before Oblivion reaps him... Even if in doing so, he keeps his dear Sigma-El forcefully shutted down for a while.

Life...or even what feels like a simulacre of it... Is way too good. Way too precious. Way too much of a miracle.

So I'd say.

Yes, Xangr knows death. He knows existing and non-existing. That's why he's so eager to survive.

7 - How easy is it to make them cry ?

You won't be capable to. He even doesnt know how to do. It happens that he feels numb and his body sometimes craves for tears, but they dont fall. It's like he never learnt to do so. It remains stucked.

Its due to the fact that even if, now, its better than ever, he doesnt feel connected to his envelop. He doesnt feel connected to his own feelings enough to let them exist this way. First, he's not concerned about people's emotions at all and dont experience them the same way, but foremost he struggles to let them live. That's why his smile is beautiful but empty, Xangr has a pretty face but almost no active emotions going through it. BUT THERE IS AN EXCEPTION. This exception being Sigma-El. When Xangr focus on Sigma-El, when he puts his hand on his belly as he was bearing a child, there is a link that creates here. He's so deeply merged with Sigma-El that he fades crying when his soul reverberates the later's light. Sig is now everything to Xangr, it's his infant, his lovely dear, his life evolves only around him being asleep and needing protection... Xangr feels so much intimacy, so much spontaneous understanding when Sigma-El is there with him, it's too much to handle. Brushing Sigma-El with the very end of his fingers... Brings the euphoria, the joy of existing and suddenly having all the answers. He gets emotional each time he mentions him.

15 - Are they neurodivergent ?

Heck yes they are. They are a system of alters, the host being Sigma-El. Sigma-El as such have a lot of autistic traits he gave to Xangr when he "fell asleep". Xangr is stimming a lot, barely interested in social conveniences, looks blunt, has a taste for riddles and troubles interacting with people. He's very independant and most of the time he's a sweetheart that people learn to love. He has a passion for erotic novels - he seeks stimulation and likes everything that brings sensations to his numb body. He's a bit ADHD, like myself, and we share some similarities that have a funny history. As no psychiatry is available in the TES, I made of their multiplicity a subject of wonder. Cyriel for exemple has theories of what happened, explaining with prisms and light theories, Xangr is more of a "We are a triangle" boy - he explains using geometry... But only Sigma-El has the answers. Xangr consideres Sigma-El to be like a mini-god having the power to mold himself in aspects and shapes. Its why Xangr reveres no Divine ; he reveres Sigma-El.

[figjelly]

@shadylex put me in the bog

Faint fm radio will be my companion while I bask

[handsometundras]

Kumo of Clan Shadylex

Mastery of weather is nothing to sniff at! Indeed, it is not for the impulsive or for those longing to keep their manes at a constant, perfectly-ruffled state of fashionable disarray. Not that there's anything wrong with accessorising -- Windsinger knows Kumo has done an excellent job of turning icicles into statement pieces!

100/10, who better to make an entrance than a tundra who can call a thunderclap on command?

[falmerbrook]

Whats your favorite animal? What about them make you smile when you see them? Share a fun fact you know about them?

Thank you for the question! And such a fun one, I love talking about animals!!!

Top two favorite (which I would say are tied) are gray wolves and aye-ayes. Honorable mentions to blue whales.

Wolves are a bit of a cliche answer, but my love for them is a mix of having been a Wolf Kid, thinking they are just gorgeous animals, being really interested in this social dynamics, and having done my undergraduate thesis on wolf reintroduction, so now I'm full blown invested in them. I'm happy to say I've gotten a chance to see them in the wild too!! Here's a fun fact: the alpha/beta/omega social dynamics are based on an old study that looked at a group of unrelated wolves in captivity. The team that did that study later published a study disproving the previous one, which revealed that pack dynamics in the wild are basically just family dynamics, with the "alpha" male and female being the matriarch and patriarch of their family.

Aye ayes are underrated imo. They are very weird animals (in appearance and evolutionarily). They are lemurs (and phylogenetically, the most basal species we know of) that are considered "mammalian woodpeckers" because they are one of two mammal species in the world that fills the same ecological niche as woodpeckers. They have very long hands, with a thin long middle finger that they tap on tree bark and use echolocation to locate cavities in the tree that might have bugs in them. They then peel away the bark and use their weird long finger to hook the grubs out of the tree. I wuv them

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tagged by: @shadylex

last song listened to: Big Ole Freak by Megan Thee Stallion

currently reading: Nothing ATM (but I plan on reading Out There Screaming: An Anthology of New Black Horro )

sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet

obsession: OCs especially my Tabletop OCs right now, Movies and watching lots of older movies

relationship status: Single :)

last thing i googled: "Medieval Weapons"

currently working on: Drawing character designs for future things, currently in the middle of a DnD Game

tagging: @messengerofmechs @jurassic-parkranger @glamoplasm @spacedebris1993 @blinkpen @klapollo @saccharinescorpion @ridragon @aecho-again @mondaycirrus if you'd like!

[naturalbornlosers]

make a poll with your five all-time favorite characters!

tagged by @orfeoarte !!!!!! thank u so much <33

tagging @archangelsunited @thequeenofthewinter @shadylex @viss-and-pinegar !!!!

[yansurnummu]

Nine people you'd like to know better

tagged by @thana-topsy! thank you for this! <3

3 ships all of the ships that have me right now are eso and either oc/ oc or oc/canon lol oops Drals/Azandar: my catty old queens... ugh I just love how their dynamic is shaping up in my fic. I don't want to spoil too much since I still have a ton I haven't posted, but some of my favourite scenes I've written with them is weirdly the ones where they're having arguments and things get worse before they get better. It's just been so fun to explore Drals' inner conflict of not believing he deserves nice things, and then Azandar comes in with a fuckin sledgehammer like he's on HGTV like "ok we've gotta take down ALL THESE WALLS" Asha-ammu/Donobhan: they are so special to me <3 I love vampire/human dynamics in general, but so often the vampires are the smooth, sexy ones (not to say Asha isn't incredibly sexy, they're just Nervous) so it's been fun to explore how Asha being autistic and aromantic intersect with them being a vampire. Also Don is a sweetheart and I love him a lot. probably the healthiest dynamic of all my ships. Sadryn/Ember: honourable mention because I haven't really talked about them here at all, but my gf and I have talked a lot about them and they've been sneaking back into my thoughts again. it's one of those relationships where u just wanna grab her by the shoulders and go "GIRL WHAT ARE U THINKING, HE'S DUMB AS ROCKS & THE ONLY THING HE OWNS IS A DIRTY MATTRESS ON THE FLOOR" but she just thinks he's such a fun silly lil guy and wants to put him in a petri dish and study his red flags under a microscope I guess the pattern is that I loooove conflict & drama and when ships are messy and complicated!!

First ship good god... this is fitting because my gf and I were JUST talking about weeb phases and how I was a kid during that like 2006-2010 weaboo golden age of deviantart & pirating anime LOL. I can't remember exactly but I'm sure it was naruto? probably narusasu or something

Last song early sunsets over monroeville - my chemical romance (this is my comfort album and I'm not sorry)

Currently reading I finally started reading the Drizzt books, though so far I have mixed feelings about it. we'll see if I keep going!

Last film my parents made me watch Terminator because I'd never seen it LOL (I'm really bad when it comes to movies... there's a LOT I haven't seen, especially when it comes to the last 10 years or so)

Currently craving ough I want banh mi sooooo bad. I'm on week 3 of recovering from a slipped disk in my back and it's also been snowing here so I have not exactly been eating well :( (I will live I'm not like starving lol I'm just that flavour of ADHD where if I eat the same thing too often/ too many times in a row my brain tries to kill me)

I tag @tilliphont @aviel-the-trans-bucket @toastannas @sassyfahliil @sniperviper @shadylex and @caliblorn if y'all want to! and anyone else who feels like it :)