#tsona

[kansukansu]

beach day!!

[jiloop]

I colored him

[starsinthenigth]

hai gift for u

alzo heres these just bcuz

★...owaha- urh★

★urrhrherhehrhre★

★jrhruehuRURHEGEUSRHRURHEYA -★

*supernovas/j*

[ghoulsbeard]

The whole affair had been explained to her four times plain as day and night, but when Tsona-Vos was nervous she often confused plain things, and she wished badly that Brelyna had come along. She couldn’t imagine asking the archmage or Master Tolfdir when the high queen would see them; besides they were deep in some urgent conversation. And Onmund and J’zargo had gone off together to knock around the city hours and hours ago.

Dozens of people were coming and going in fine robes and furs, and a few dogs on light feet, and strings of humans arguing too busily for her to understand. She kept looking over her shoulder to make certain the archmage and Master Tolfdir were still there.

“Good day,” said an unfamiliar voice. She jumped. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. Is this your first visit to the Blue Palace?”

Here was the grandest mer she had ever met, surely, in her life: tall and broad as a boat, and smiling handsomely, with a shining beard, and gold thread at the wrists of his billowing sleeves. He wore little earrings that twinkled like faraway stars. They reminded her of Loria.

“Yes,” Tsona-Vos said. He couldn’t hear her and she had to go up on the toes of her boots and shout into his ear. “Yes, I’ve never been so far north in my life! I’ve never seen a palace. Are they all so loud?”

This marvelous stranger tossed his head and laughed like a crack of friendly thunder. “I dare say the collective sovereigns of our mortal realm might take grave insult at being compared; they are a proud lot, if the old stories are to be believed. But I couldn't answer beyond personal conjecture. I've never visited another. Do you like the look of it?" He swept a hand around the crowded room.

"It is... very large."

He beamed at her assessment. "Don’t worry, they'll call you when you’re meant to go in.”

“Thank you," she cried. "I can’t hear anything. I don’t care so much for crowds.”

“In my limited experience, wizards are a solitary bunch,” her dazzling acquaintance agreed. “Now the next time you find yourself in the streets of Solitude, you must come to the college of the skalds, and ask for a song. And tell them Viarmo sent you."

[ulenehlervu]

@tes-summer-fest day 3: starlit

Observing the constellations on a clear night

[systemrecoded]

An old piece I did that cemented the design for my Tsona.

[noritaro]

forgot to post this here oop, really love Tsonas furry design lmfao

Tsona belongs to @ / ThiccWithaQ on Twitter

[dorenarox]

Yesterday I did one of the nerdiest things ever, and wondered what my Argonian would be named in the Argonian language.

The closest I got was Tsona-Ka.

[444names]

Names generated from Italian forenames and Greek islands, excluding the letter "U"

Achakros Aeggia Aenie Aenza Afiako Agianteros Aglimno Agriandra Agrifonisi Aindi Aitheri Alevyti Alori Altanisi Andes Andro Anisi Anisikoni Anissaros Anolza Anteramili Anteras Antia Antikono Antilakidi Antipsada Antisi Antita Apandioea Araso Areganti Armada Armochalli Aroinos Aronisili Arono Arsaros Askoni Asome Asorigelas Astrina Atallo Atecchaki Atroi Avathodos Avelino Avenza Avicia Avryoni...

Bagine Bagolo Barakolos Baravonto Berio Bisilia Bistallos Biton Boealos Boemisto Bolli Bolza Briganto Cafon Cagos Cagra Calio Callognos Calos Carimo Carra Casonysi Ceglia Cellia Cellos Cenos Cenza Cerisymnos Chachilos Chiesi Chila Chilios Chionia Chriakio Chrotivia Colia Comegana Comodos Comythia Credeste Creviti Dento Desci Dianissa Diceschisi Disientino Dones Donisi Drakinos Dravra Elenza Eloggia Ercollos Eseros Esetamos Faegavgos Faleiriza Faros Flegano Flonikale Folagiria Folfeta Folfettoni Fonia Fontza Forga Forna Freloni Galerano Gantonisti Ganza Gavala Gavgona Gavros Gelaxi Gelonis Genti Gentithra Ginistra Giochiza Giochoinos Giono Glios Graplolza Greno Griana Grisi Grothio Gyaiona Gyarenza Gylio Halasa Halia Halydos Hasora Herissos Hragos Hrakara Hteremici Hydranis Ikefolano Ikros Ikyro Imara Imilvana Imoliarda Itakittani Kakini Kakisto Kaleonysi Kalonisi Kalta Kammoni Kandi Kandros Kanos Kanti Karienisia Karkoneira Karno Karteria Kasklo Kastesena Kateros Kavana Kavicia Kavonis Kefaenza Kefaretsos Kefatipsa Kelino Kellegalki Kelos Kerace Kerison Kidica Klidia Klina Kolia Kolianto Konisi Kontolos Konzari Koplamos Korigna Krognoi Kyntos Kyrno Kyros Kythala Kythodos Kythos Kythra Kyttakyra Labrimadia Laiogia Landi Lavigno Lavrovi Laximiloni Lazandio Leccin Legamoli Legia Legno Lendi Lento Lenza Lertece Leses Letalia Letsos Lifonisi Liomo Madaso Mades Madesi Maios Makino Makioinisi Maklitros Makoniace Makra Manti Manysa Marakra Marapla Maravenis Marina Maros Marsa Maskaros Massalki Mastalos Mateloni Matersoi Mates Matharia Mathasses Matimnos Mavdos Mavelia Megalades Megampra Meglia Megna Megno Mescampoli Mezia Mikyros Minies Ministento Modes Modos Molida Monavas Monisia Moros Motikros Mykonisi Mythri Mythrinoa Nalina Nerga Nesta Omada Omone Omytha Oterra Otischia Oxeissos Palaza Pales Palio Palos Paltandos Pandronali Papla Paredeses Paterifon Paterra Pathakra Patikida Patine Paxima Paximorisi Paxos Pergoli Peria Perigno Perinaxos Peropeza Peros Pescatano Pescin Petalevyti Petso Pettoinisa Pides Piesca Pissaresa Pitossa Pomonisos Ponespes Ponianissa Ponisto Ponos Porago Porifona Pothrakiso Potithodi Pozzo Prafoni Pragri Prakorpia Pranisi Prantia Proko Pronisi Psada Psalos Psaminos Psaros Psarteri Psasi Pserasa Psiaeiros Psikati Psylimo Psyrno Psyros Ragontitra Rakines Redesani Redos Regainos Regavatia Reggia Reisidia Relara Relencegno Rezianza Rhachia Rhino Romezia Rovisi Sacas Sachio Sadelli Sades Salkis Salkona Sanissani Sapla Sathiloro Scara Scatherra Sceggyaio Scela Schalafra Schinisi Schisi Sidilia Sikos Skada Skakamo Skala Skalati Skani Skarissano Sklefoklos Skleggia Sklia Skyntosa Skytherio Skythnos Sondrona Speti Sphaliesi Spidio Sponzia Stessa Stornanisi Strano Strephanos Stros Symanos Syrathonto Syria Syromegio Sytis Telos Tentzo Thace Tharana Thatera Therona Theros Theto Thnos Thonimioea Thria Thydra Tikopomfon Tipse Tretecci Treteccia Troggisi Tronikos Tsona Valatika Valydole Vandios Vandra Vandri Varonissa Varos Vatenzak Vathacteno Velloniste Velos Venos Venza Vicallia Vicatisos Vides Vitenos Vithos Vitola Vitos Vitta Vrastosa Vronisilos Vryoni Zakrosaros

[scentedchildnacho]

Watch "Tsona" on YouTube

[jiloop]

my attempt at a tsona

His name is PJ as in pijamas and pb&j

[starsinthenigth]

★urrrrrrhhh-★

↑ starsona live reaction ↑

★star creature is erh★

★little alien being is flustered★

..they might get pay back mwhahahahha★

[ghoulsbeard]

At noonday the College common is packed with hungry young prentices, a handful of traders, journeymen and masters and an envoy from the jarl having her lunch. Wispy clouds flit overhead on a biting steady wind. No sign of any Synod stragglers listening in— or Thalmor robes.

“I understand the budget is stretched thin,” Colette says, as usual, with an eye on the envoy, but then— she fidgets with her scarf in a little self-conscious gesture, and studiously avoids Mirabelle’s eyes, as she has not done before. “In my younger years I served as scribe to a shipping clerk. I wouldn’t deign to pen your letters, of course, Master Wizard; but I have a good eye for copying, and a clear hand.”

From Tolfdir, gently: “Terrible on the back, you know. Sleeping in that dreadful desk chair.”

Mirabelle steps aside for a string of chattering teenagers hauling armfuls of books and spellery supplies. “…I will consider that, thank you, Colette.” She is surprised by the steadiness of her own voice. “But to business, while I have you both. There is still the matter of Mzulft.”

“Dear me,” says Tolfdir.

Colette frowns. “Plinius and his set are two days gone.”

“Loria asked after them the other day. She’s convinced— that is, the Augur, the orb, this old staff they’re all determined to unearth.” She glances round again for Ancano and doesn’t find him. “I don’t believe in coincidence. And I won’t have them pin our students in the middle of their plans. We must be ready for trouble.”

“The Archmage,” Colette begins, and trails away. “…Yes, of course. Whatever is needed.”

“I don’t like any of it,” Tolfdir agrees. “The scroll and Saarthal have been trouble enough.”

Mirabelle drops her voice. “If this staff of Magnus should come to our halls— ”

“Master Wizard,” Colette cuts in primly. “You have a visitor.”

Mirabelle turns; at her elbow, Urag’s nervous young assistant clears her throat. It’s the first time Mirabelle has seen her dressed in College colors. The faded sash and mantle are both a touch too large.

She smiles. “Good afternoon.”

The poor young woman trembles all over.

“Ervine!” Arniel Gane appears as if unhelpfully conjured, harried and out of temper, storming her direction from the Hall of Attainment.

“I, um,” says Tsona-Vos. Her frills flutter. “Ah, never mind— I can see you’re very busy…”

“You may return during office hours,” Colette intones, scowling Arniel’s direction.

“I did,” Tsona-Vos says, miserably, and then as Mirabelle watches she lashes her tail and draws herself up. “Master Wizard, I— I’ve made you something— and Nirya said it was well done.”

She can feel Tolfdir raising his eyebrows.

“By her stars!” murmurs Colette.

The gift is a bronze pendant, about the size of a standard Imperial coin, thick and dark and sorceled from heart to cool circumference in a sternly woven shielding charm. It’s her policy to scrutinize magical gifts, but the craft involved is confident; and many of her students have been frightened since the Augur spoke. She had no idea Tsona-Vos was studying enchantment.

“How thoughtful,” Mirabelle observes. “This is fine work.”

Tsona-Vos gapes for a moment, then startles to attention and awkwardly clasps her hands at her back with a fraction of Urag’s gravity. “Er, yes. I mean—! Thank you, Master Wizard! I…”

“Mistress Ervine,” Arniel yowls as he advances from behind a group of gossiping journeymen.

Tolfdir touches her shoulder. “Alterationist at thirty paces.”

“I’ll put it on right now,” Mirabelle decides, and somehow Tsona-Vos’ huge stunned eyes seem to widen even further. “Thank you.”

“Oh,” cries Tsona-Vos, rambling her gratitude, and waves with both hands when Mirabelle bids her good day. At the gatehouse Faralda and a fellow in a sealskin coat have gotten into some loud disagreement with Enthir, swanning about half-frozen in his dressing gown. Mirabelle tucks the gift beneath her collar, with a private grimace for the rough twine it hangs on.

“If this staff of Magnus should come to us, we’ll have more to contend with than the Synod.”

“Perhaps the Augur has been misinterpreted,” Colette suggests under her breath.

“Just so,” Tolfdir agrees, turning to wave at Onmund and Brelyna. “And it will take them a week to return from Mzulft, a week at least. In the meantime I’d like another look round Hall of the Elements— if you don’t mind, Mirabelle.”

“Well,” Mirabelle begins, sharply, but then Gane is upon her all afrost. At the edge of the crowd, Ancano meets her gaze and smiles.

——————

There was no time or sense to any of it. Later it came back out of order: Ancano’s shadowed face in the screaming light of the Eye— the sucking gasp at the center of her chest where something woke— an airless shattering bright tide of will— the wave of magic risen to his hand. She thought she remembered Faralda carrying an apprentice under each arm. She knew Tolfdir lingered at the doors, even without seeing him actually do it; nothing and no one could persuade him to leave her behind, despite being ordered out with the rest. The blast itself never returned except in certain dreams.

She had a dim idea of being thrown, hard; then Tolfdir was shaking her by the shoulders, where she was flat on her back instead of her feet, bruisy-headed, piled like a sack of fish against the cold chamber wall. “Not like this, no, Wolf-mother, please not like this, please, please— Mirabelle. Please, Mirabelle. Can you hear me?”

She moved her tongue around a mouth of blood and magic ash. “Yes.” The air blazed pale terrible blue. Her eyes stung. For a moment Savos hung over her, concerned or confused; she blinked hard and he was gone.

“Can you get to your feet? Take my hand. In her claws, Mirabelle, I can’t believe you— I thought— ” his voice shook. “I feared…” He shut his eyes, smiling, and shook his head. By the Eye’s wall of endless light he looked old as the cliffs. “I’ll be grateful for your luck as long as I live.”

“I don’t understand it either,” Mirabelle told him, lowly. Tolfdir’s face shuddered beneath his crying. “I felt every ward drain to the marrow.”

From a groggy distance she realized her hand was pulsing with hurt. She forced it off her chest and pried each of the stiff fingers open. Clenched there in her fist: Tsona-Vos’s charm, shattered into six blood-slick pieces, where the last of Ancano’s spell had found its mark.

[weownthenitenyc]

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[egretorchids]

rikya twice-killed: x

tsona-haj: x

fifkar: x

So, I know playlists for fics/characters are common. I wanna what everyone's TES OC's song is. Like what is THE song that fits your character(s) the most, if you could only pick one song (two if you really can't choose lol). I would love to listen to them and see how different everyone's is.

For Lilliandra it's To My Heart by Mother Mother

For Elikar it's You're Not Welcome by Naethan Apollo

[strawberry-salsa]

posts this before the day ends nhgnhng

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