#the elder scrolls imagine

[falmerbrook]

[theribbajack]

"You were born a slave," said Konahrik. "Do you not wish for freedom?" The sightless eyes of the Falmer gazed straight ahead. "My people learned long ago," said she, "that to wish for the impossible would be too much to bear."

Tried a bit of a fancier style for an upcoming scene from my fic Death and the Maiden.

[llitchilitchi]

I realised that I haven't posted in over a month so here is a quick watercolour warmup I did to get acquianted with some new paints feat. my Oblivion character

[unknownhomosapien]

im gonna kill for them.....they need a happy end goddamn

[areggo]

more of this.. enjoy........................

[leander-was-here]

Safe return.

“You’re alive!”

“You made it back.

We both did.”

Thinking about Ulfric and Galmar as young legion soldiers both making it out of a bloody battle from which the legion had to eventually retreat (considering the Thalmor were probably kicking the empire’s ass) Only after the chaos has finally settled did they manage to find each other alive and well after.

Don’t think it was possible to ever separate them in battle after this one time. Alongside Rikke of course. Then you have yourself the coolest imperial trio. You’d wish you were them in highschool.

[obliviongate]

Me realising the poisoned apples in Fort Farragut respawn after a week: hehe free money!!

Lucien Lachance watching me steal his supplies and use his bed for five months straight:

[kuuwo]

Journey to Solitude 🏔

[ridreamir]

Nebarra has no romancing option. This isn't an accident. That man has years of Dominion-brainwashing and race purity education behind him, and it's not going anywhere. Well that's too bad. Watch him go through the five stages of grief as he realizes that he likes a bumfuck nobody from out in the middle of the boonies that is supposedly the ever-glorious mortal reincarnation of a false man-god. Worse yet, liking you is essentially liking an overpowered -overgrown- lizard. You might not be an Argonian (unless you *are*) but you're for all intents and purposes just a dragon with arms and legs and an annoying voice to boot. He is melting inside and he will not outwardly express it as he is so staunch on his morals that he wakes up every day in a cold sweat.

If he even sleeps. The helmet hides the fact that he's got eyebags darker than oblivion because of you.

[yalowbeerdedwiz]

vulnerable

[thescrolls-haveforetold]

Promise me, child

[falmerbrook]

@tes-summer-fest Day 3: Starlit

"Young Sotha Sil lay upon a patch of moss and gazed up at the stars. Driven by his great love of maths, his mind turned to counting. "I shall count every star and give each a name!" he resolved. For hours he counted and named until, at length, his eyes tired and he drifted off to sleep."

[groundrootvegetable]

[vamps-hmu]

He got a bit too silly

[bonestrewncrest]

hurting 2day and meredil is easy to draw so heres a vauge little timeline for his character development. last design is not final but the general gist of it. he misses valen a lot

"bearer of the curse" is just what i think it would feel like after being directly exposed to an elder scroll as a normal ass dude unbound by fate. it probably feels like a tiny marble full of information you cannot possibly fathom rolling around in your head at all times, bumping into and scraping against the sides of your skull. he manages

[morelikesin]

It was a confection glazed in thick, sweet frosting - pearly white and tasting of a very rich vanilla - and presumably baked to achieve the golden crust of the bread harboring it; said bread was soft, and its flavor slightly yeasty but easily disregarded with sugar in its place. If you, metaphorically, squinted, it was almost like a cinnamon roll without the cinnamon aspect.

...dipping it into some of its complementary sauce before shoving the bite into his mouth. It was salty and savory and held a zing of citrus from its accompaniment - the taste not too unlike a largemouth bass, but the flesh of a bluefin tuna.

The roasted potatoes were crispy outside and fluffy inside, and even in their familiar plainness was it a comfort. So far away from home, for most of them, and yet it seemed many things were the same.

Allegedly, this Ancestor's Rest, as it was called, was useful as a sleep aid - within the ingredients were medicinal properties in helping one fall and stay asleep, and even wake up feeling better refreshed. That remained to be seen, but they, after everything they could consider, were open to the possibility. 

The pillowy baked good had a spongy chew; the bread tasting akin to a wheat brioche with less sweetness. The comberry jam sandwiched within was sweet and tart simultaneously, taste helped by the snowberries and the consistency by the marshmerrow paste, with the titular comberries almost identical to the flavor profile of a combination of a tart, bitter lingonberry and sweet, citrus-like red currants.

…chunked onion and halved prunes, whole celery and garlic bulbs - peels remaining for flavor until it was time to add the meat - chopped carrots and mushrooms, thyme and parsley and bay leaves, salt and peppercorns.

The overnight stewing, or jugging, as called historically by the people of Tamriel, proved itself in utmost succulence with every bite. The Bruma rabbit meat was tender and juicy, lean muscle and browned skin soaked in the rabbit blood and vegetable stock it'd been submerged in.

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My take on some Tamriel foods, featuring Sweet Rolls, Seared Slaughterfish and roasted potatoes from Skyrim, Ancestor's Rest from Morrowind, and Jugged Rabbit from Cyrodiil 🍩🥩🍞🥘