#sontaire

[bound-until-death]

[uebermacht]

Listen, I said it in the past and I’ll say it again: Sontaire (the bookseller in New-Sheoth) is the OG sexual deviant in the Elder Scrolls franchise. And she’s way kinkier (and more open about it) than Haelga.

i went into haelga’s bedroom to see if i could steal shit and now i wanna die

excuse me todd? are you going to answer for modeling a kink bed todd?

[irithyllians]

Knight of Gwynevere // Finger of Rosaria

An Unkindled of Firelink Shrine, Amadea was in life a knight of Gwynevere, queen of Lothric. Upon the queen’s disappearance, her knights roamed the land in search of her unto their deaths; sometimes even beyond it. Upon awakening at the toll of the bell, Amadea remained bound by her oath in death and continued her search, until at last she found Rosaria, Gwynevere reborn, and swore herself anew to her now voiceless goddess.

And then Leonhard had to fuck it up.

[irithyllians-moving]

Pictures of Sontaire looking hot that absolutely no one asked for

[luckydxy]

well ...  she’s not wrong

[uesp]

"Gotta go, got things to see and people to do."

--Sontaire

[guarmommy]

cw: toxic fandoms, abuse/grooming, pedophilia mention, terfism, swerfism, and biphobia

I will never forgive the majority of people in the The Elder Scrolls Roleplay community back in 2013-2015. They let a literal pedophile, biphobic terf run amok and kissed her ass despite doing so much harm to bisexuals, abuse victims, trans and nonbinary people in the same community. Yes, the person I’m writing about is Allie, formally known as princessnecrophilia, who owned TES blogs such as Sontaire (her main one), Paloniya, Auvana, Ladyamaranthea, Beautywithpurpose, Tailsofold etc.(she made a lot of Elder Scrolls RP blogs, I don’t remember all of them, unfortunately). She abused me and sicked her followers after me when I called her out on her pro-lolicon/shotacon/pedophilia stance. On her personal blog, she groomed her young followers into believing pedophiles are a marginalized group just like LGBTQIA+, telling them she’s protecting real children by consuming lolicon and shotacon, and targeted child sexual abuse victims, including myself, for speaking out against that dangerous idea. Allie later became a radical feminist and dunked on bisexual women constantly, calling them “bihets” and “traitors” because according to her, they all sleep with men and invade lesbian spaces. Trans women were seen as threats to cis lesbians like her. Allie was one of the most popular TES RP on tumblr at the time, and for so long, no one bothered to hold her accountable. She had gotten away with a lot of things that if a person with a much smaller follower count has done exactly what she did, they would’ve been driven off the internet in a heartbeat. Her friends/followers pretended like every horrible thing she did, the things they tolerated, didn’t happen at all. The craziest thing is that most of Allie’s friends/rp buddies are popular fandom artists that are still active on tumblr, Deviant Art, Twitter, and Instagram. 

Honestly, it’s sad and very disappointing.

I felt betrayed by the RP fandom for allowing such a toxic person to persist for that long. Allie wasn’t the only toxic person in the community, but she was the one that negatively affected me the most because I was a part of the community. She was popular enough to gather a following that tolerated and enabled her toxic behavior. I felt alone and I was gaslighted by the same people who claimed to be feminists. This is one of the reasons why I stay away from role-playing in fandoms all together. There are too many bad memories for me to even think about roleplaying ever again.

The lesson here is this: if someone in the fandom is doing so many toxic and problematic things, please call them out and hold them accountable. Being silent about it is allowing the toxicity to continue and creating more victims. No matter how large their follower count is, no matter how popular they are, no matter how great their art is, and no matter how well-liked they are despite of the bad things they have done and the many times people had tried warning others about them...always, no matter what, hold them to account and responsibility for their actions. 

[crysdrawsthings]

An incomplete list of things I took part in during the con

(With all possible love and respect to all this amazing people who were unfortunate enough that I ended up bothering them for almost an entire day)

So, today I:

played Jenga with the Worm Cult necromancer 

summoned a dremora

argued with a conjurer for some time about a possibility to do not search for the “sacrifice” and just sacrifice myself, damn my social skills and thank you lady who helped me with it

entertained smol and sof Barbas 

helped Brenith Aralyn to write a new bestiary of the Shivering Isles

found a misplaced sigil for a Dark Brotherhood assassin

painted a ghost’s lute, so she will feel better with a colorful one

took part in witches’ alchemy quest and won an acorn 

that was later revealed to be a powerful magic artifact used to help cultist with their plan of opening the Oblivion Gates

found the best looking lads for Sontaire 

answered after a few tries on a riddle of Varuni Arvel

took part in a quest to find powerful daedric artifacts

won a black soul gem in a lottery. Smells like black- and blueberries.

also won a poster with a really buff and wonderful khajiit dude

took photos of and with a lot of amazing cosplayers (you obviously will see none of them, because I am ugly and can’t take a normal photo to save a life. Amazing cosplays deserve better)

had a really good hecking day

[delsinsfire]

Scribble of two Fashion Souls victims

Rhianon belongs to me, Sontaire belongs to @irithyllians

[relmyna-verenim]

some ladies of the isles: dumag, cutter, sontaire, wide-eye, ahjazda, and sheer meedish

[dakog]

🎁

“Now what’s an old bastard like me s’posed to scrounge up for a-- Oh, right. Speakin’ of bastards, figure it’d be pretty decent of me to send that maggot of hers a new chew toy, huh? Maggots? I forget.”

[floralflorist-blog]

@sontaire

Gingerly, a vase bearing a fresh bouquet of carnations was set atop the counter. Its piquant aroma, not unlike the undertones of clove, seeped into his fingertips; a pleasant reminder of the work put into sustaining the vestiges of their beauty. The flowers would last for about three weeks, more if magick was involved, and he had to silently admire their transient splendour.

Moments passed, and Rumare’s eyes drifted away from the bouquet. The store was bright; a welcoming array of colours that melded together in gratifying consonance. One sweeping stare confirmed that no one else was in sight. Customer intake was slow. He was new, and many of the locals still treated him with rigid suspicion. It would take a while to solidify regular clientele.

[evangelineduval]

@sontaire   What have I said about intruding on my “me” time, Eva?

I have some serious doubts, Sontaire.

[halforcsmash]

@sontaire

The commotion at the inn had died down for the evening; the musical performance had ended, guests retreated to their rooms, and the few still out were finishing a meal or having a drink before bed. In the room off the side of the parlor, a small sitting room, Sontaire hummed a little tune to her boy, Hallandor, asleep soundly enough to rival the dead in her arms, while Noora still stubbornly attempted to stack some blocks. The blocks were altogether uncooperative, clacking noisily as she slammed each piece down on top of the other.

For now, she hadn’t noticed his approach, but she was completely engrossed in watching her children. It had been a long and tiring day. They were the start and the end to it all.

Korgul heard some kind of humming, and he looked for the source. Heading toward the small room, he was slightly shocked by the scene before him. Children. Very small children. A little younger than his own step daughter surely, but still very young and small. He smiled at the young one playing with blocks, looking like she was ready to fall over in a sleeping heap amongst the ruins of a great block city. 

He heard the song come to an end, and he rested against the frame of the entranceway as he quietly clapped. 

“A beautiful melody, Sontaire.” 

[irithyllians-moving]

This has been in my folder for months now, but I really like the idea of Irithyllians with black sclera, mhmm

[luckydxy]

16 !

Tesblr Writing Prompts ;; Accepting

16 - write about a crush

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

Goes her forehead against the desk. Reaching out, without a glance, to her poorly written letter & allowing it to be crushed & shredded within her hands. With a self-pitying whine, it's tossed to the floor ; where an impressive pile had begun to form. How is this so difficult? Lovestruck youth ponders to herself, clawing her hands down the table - back to her head so as to tangle them among her mess of hair. How come nothing she writes sounds ... genuine?

Maybe because it wasn't. Maybe because this was a passing fever. Ara had felt just the same a month prior. & the month before that. & the month before that. First it'd been the fair Altmer with shining blonde hair ... next it was the Dunmer mage with striking crimson eyes ... currently it was a Breton spitfire with darling freckled cheeks. As was Ara's cycle of unhealthy fixation.

Blissfully unaware of her faults, Ara pulls her head up by her hair, propping her chin miserably upon desktop. Bleary eyes settling upon her dwindling candle ... it'd been fresh when she'd started this endeavor. With a dramatic moan, Ara slams her forehead back against her desk. It wasn't fair!

Then it hits her. A crude plot forming in the back of her mind ... earlier that day, as she'd wandered the streets of Bliss, Ara had made a stop at a certain bookshop. Sontaire always had a charming selection, but Ara often made efforts to avoid the woman at all costs. The menfolk around here are mine. Her haughty voice calls in Ara's mind. Gotta go, got things to see & people to do. Ara shudders, sitting upright. Ara hadn't the will or patience to inform Sontaire she'd nothing to fear from Ara when it came to ... competition. But perhaps the woman could be of use to her after all. As much as Ara was loathe to admit it- the Altmer was rather successful at procuring partners. Ara remembered how the other had responded upon her entry ; tucking away a letter in one of her many novels & glaring at Ara coldly, as if the younger woman had interrupted something of importance.

Ara grins wickedly. It must have been a love letter. It must have been one of many love letters. The subjects of Mania were an emotional but often poetic lot. It may even have been a well-written poem! Sontaire must have more than a handful tucked away ... surely she wouldn't notice if one or two went missing.

Giddy as can be, Ara all but leaps from her seat, snatching up her cloak & promptly rushing out of her private chambers. There were many things she ought to be putting her energy towards, the looming Greymarch & all that, but tonight she'd a very special crisis to avert! Avoiding her Court & their festivities, she manages to slip through the never-resting crowd & trots down the steps of New Sheoth Palace. Why shouldn't she have a little fun? Her Lord wouldn't mind ... & if even if he did, well, Ara wasn't so certain she cared. As if He were any better.

Easily passing into Bliss, Ara makes her way through increasingly familiar streets. Even so late at night the streets were vibrant & saturated with colorful lights & stained glass. Fungus & flowers dotted here & there, gleaming against the brilliant midnight skies of the Isles. Ara'd heard tale of similar views to be had from the furthest reaches of Tamriel, far north in the frozen wastes of Skyrim. She'd never been so far herself, but Ara doubts anything in the mortal realm could be worthy of comparison. Skipping down a garden path & ducking through an alleyway, it doesn't take long at all for her to reach Books of Bliss.

There were unsavory sounds coming from within & the front door was locked tight. This was no matter ... Ara would be swift. Ensuring there were no lingering Aureal guards nearby, Ara skillfully picks the lock. It wasn't too difficult, Sontaire should really look into that, no matter, it made her task all the easier. Slipping in unseen, Ara makes a point of blocking out everything heard upstairs. Hopefully they stay up there & give her ample time to rut around Sontaire's sales-table. There were books here & there. Notes & special requests. Some loose coin that Ara managed to brush aside without much temptation. She was on a mission.

Ara digs through a few drawers wildly ; nothing, nothing, nothing. Manic Duchess was begining to feel irritated when something caught her eye. My sweetest Sontaire - the corner page read. Excellent! Ara rips the letter from its hiding place, finding it attached to a certifiable brick of letters which had been tied up with a dainty green ribbon. Cute. There's a particularly violent smack heard from upstairs, some poor fool shrieking giddily in response. Ara gags to herself ... that was less cute. Ignoring it for the time being, Ara hides behind the counter & takes a seat on a stack of books. Undoing the ribbon, she begins flipping through the letters with a mischieveous glint to her eyes. This was fantastic! She'd find something suitable in no time! Snickering to herself, Ara reads through a good many. Some were better than others & she often recognized the names each were signed off by. A few surprised her while others .... Ara grimaces. Lord- was that ? No ... no, no, no. Not Thadon. Ara promptly destroys that particular poem ; as she had with most evidence of Thadon's reign & overall existence. What rubbish.

Annoyed, Ara quickens her search. The pronouns were off here & there, giving away that it'd been penned by a man, but she'd planned on copying it down in her own handwriting to begin with, so this would be little bother. Selecting three that had caught her attention, Ara decides that's more than enough. She tucks these away in her satchel & ties up the rest with the pastel green ribbon. The bow wasn't as neat as it had been before, but it was good enough for her. She leaves the brick of letters where she'd found it & slips back into the night with similar ease. Ara even remembers to lock the door behind her.

Feeling accomplished, Ara finds a comfortable cranny in Bliss & begins copying down her letter of choice then & there. She'd little patience. The night was young, but she fully expected speedy results. Once everything was just right, Ara hugs the letter for good luck & rushes back down another alley. The Breton of her desire lived nearby & was an insomniac to boot. Ara knew she'd be awake! Ara knew this letter would win her heart! Ara .... suddenly lacked the confidence to knock upon her front door. Fretting to herself, young Duchess paces. What if her master plan failed? What if the Breton was actually asleep? What if. What if. What if ... Ara left it at her bedside table for now? The freckled Breton napped a few hours over the afternoon- this Ara knew after a week of intense observation. This would give Ara time to ready herself for the arrival of her lover romantic interest.

Ara immediately clambers up a nearby balcony, fully intending on breaking into the Breton's home through her bedroom window. How romantic. Before she could make her move & slip into someones home for the second time in one night, an upsetting sight greets her. There was already someone there. A young man of handsome stock had an arm wrapped around the Breton's shoulder. They sat before a fire, seemingly caught up in engaging conversation. Ara watches on as the other woman nestles her head affectionately against his shoulder ; he responds in kind, letting his own head fall upon hers. This .... this wasn't part of Ara's master plan. Not at all. Dejected & feeling utterly hopeless, Ara climbs back down.

The walk back to the House of Mania suddenly felt miles away ... Ara hadn't the heart to tred more than a few feet. Sitting flat on the ground at a street corner, Ara pays little mind to any soiling of her dress. She didn't care. Couldn't care. A few Aureal guard & particularly restless Manics walk past now & again. Ara pays no mind to them either. She was trapped in a trance ; reading the letter in hand over & over again. Hardly noticing how it became damp with tears as the night wore on.

Day would be breaking soon & Ara wished it wouldn't. Maybe she'd slip away to Crucible & join the like-minded individuals there. As glum as she was, Ara dreaded rejoining the festivities of House Mania. She sighs, tucking the ruined letter back in with the rest, rising to begin the trek towards anywhere else.

"You're our new Duchess aren't you?" A gentle voice interupts, calling to Ara quizically from behind, "Shouldn't you be in the Palace?"

Ara jolts, finding an overcurious young madwoman watching her with wide blue eyes. Stunning, blue eyes. There's a boulder-sized lump stuck in Ara's throat, preventing her from explaining. Ara should be a lot of places ... guilt bubbles up in her breast - or maybe it was something else?

"I've never been..." Sweet thing comments innocently, "What's it like? Is it beautiful?"

Not as beautiful as you ... Ara wilts, Lord smite her for her pitiful hubris here & now, this was not how she'd intended her evening to go. Not exactly. Dragging her eyes down the other's form, Ara can't help the invitation which slips from her lips.

"Would you like to see ...? The Conservatory is lovely in the early morn. If we huried we could catch the dew."