#valerica

[nauteno]

There was definitely love (TES:V)

[vorpalfae]

Skyrim Scenery: The Soul Cairn

[modeus-the-misanthrope]

My Dragonborn: Soooo, Serana your mom....Valerica right, is back in castle Volkihar now?

Serana: Yeah, it's nice having her around again. Even if I usually have to go looking for her in her garden.

My Dragonborn: And...would you say, now that Harkon is gone...does she seem lonely?

Serana: In what way do y-

Serana internally:

[oblivions-dawn]

I Made Myself Cry

YEBLO. I have been so very insanely busy with no energy to write away on my chapter--HOWEVER. There is something I've been wanting to share, and it's the existence of the Volkihar portrait that I hinted at whenever that was. Because it hurt me and now I'm going to hurt all of you ❤ Thank you to all the wonderful snipes by @thequeenofthewinter @yewphoric @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @umbracirrus @dirty-bosmer @bostoniangirl21 and @hircines-hunter YOU'RE ALL AWESOME AND I LOVE SEEING ALL OF YOUR WIPS <3 Anyway. This is still from my forever-WIP with Valerica, which is slowly but surely . . . getting there. Needless to say, she's also not coping well WHEEZE I hope you enjoy it--and hopefully I can share something with our favourite redhead next time!

An unnatural chill settled over Valerica as her eyes swept the room with critical disdain. The ghosts of her memories, although faded with time, still lingered here. She silently chastised herself, for she should’ve known better than to expect otherwise. Eventually, her citrine scrutiny was drawn to the beautiful yet dusty vanity. Propped against it and haphazardly covered with an old tablecloth was a painting that she knew all too well. Against her better judgement, she hesitantly approached it, then took the cloth and gave it a soft tug. It slipped off the intricately carved frame too easily, and revealed what had long laid hidden underneath.

A family portrait stared back at her. Her husband’s dark eyes were tinged with a warmth that pained her to see, his usually stern expression brightened by the slightest grin, his hair loose as his hands rested on his wife’s shoulders. She glanced over her own painted face, her deep diopside irises glittering, her smile bright, her black hair braided over her shoulder. And in her arms . . .

A small, pale babe, wrapped in a dusty rose blanket, with a head full of dark hair and dravite eyes wide with wonder. Their daughter; her daughter. Serana.

Her breath caught in her throat. Tears welled and cascaded down her cheeks. She pressed the back of her hand to her mouth to stifle her sobs, the tablecloth clenched in a deathlike grip between her fingers.

Valerica could blame Harkon all she wanted for tearing them apart, but it would never change the past. It would never undo the harm she had done a millennia ago.

It would never bring Serana back to her.

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

My mom said we can hide in the woods, cast ancient spells, be embraced by moss, and befriend eldritch creatures if it's okay with your mom.

Serana, maybe

[yennethan]

Lord Harkon, Valerica, Serana

[spooky-donut-ghost-house]

Happy Tyranny of The Sun

[castlevolkihar]

there is a bloody tankard on the balcony outside of valerica’s study, at one point she was enjoying the view from her balcony and i am going to sob

[hellshire-harlot]

Obsessed with The Volkihar Family rn so here

Mind the tags!!!!

[helgiafterdark]

[f1restart3rr]

I have also decided to redesign Valerica! Here are my notes;

- I didn't like that she was just wearing a recolor of Serana's armor, it doesn't really suit her.

- I wanted her to look older and dignified, but without sacrificing practicality; she keeps her gloves tucked into her belt, her sleeves are rolled up, etc.

- I didn't want to ditch the regular design themes you see in the Volkihar Vampires, lots of metal accents, sharp points, dark colors, dull leather, but it was important to me she was wearing something a mage/scientist would wear since she's such a devoted alchemist and necromancer.

-again, ditched the Molag Bal collar for a brooch

- hated her hairstyle, gave her something like the "tousled bard" style from ESO; pretty, elegant and mostly out of the way

I got some inspiration from Moira of Overwatch, and a minor character from the Underworld: Rise of the Lycans movie

I hope I did her justice!

[nauteno]

"Chasing Echoes" at Volkihar's Ruined Tower(TES:V)

[plentifulpronstar]

[oblivions-dawn]

🍬

CHOMP

✑ Share a sweet or fluffy scene from your WIP!

. . . . . There is no such thing happening in Breathless right now KLJDFGKLJDLFKGJLKDFJGDFKGH BUT but but but but. But. What I DO have is a bit of that Valerica/OC thing I've been working on, which I haven't shared any more of in a while [back in November of last year actually]. And while the piece is dealing with Valerica's own emotional turmoil over everything that's happened, it's ultimately about her finding her own peace with it and moving on, so sweetness and fluffiness is essential uwu So! I shall share a small snippet of that. Again, Mevunsi is my vampire Dunmer OC [whose backstory I need to compile so I can post her character stuff here] that ends up with Valerica because . . . vampires are gay, I don't make the rules. And Valerica deserves to heal with a loving and caring wife--I mean Goth Grandma Girlfriend ❤

            A shadow suddenly emerged in her peripheral. She glanced over to find Mevunsi’s fingers outstretched towards her temple, raven brows furrowed and exaggerating the permanent wrinkle between them. For a moment, neither woman moved; then, the Dunmer ever so gently tucked the stray strands of dark hair behind Valerica’s ear.

            “Well?” she hummed as her hand trailed down the vampiress’ shoulder to her wrist. “What say you? Will you humble me with your teachings?”

            Valerica stared at her, stunned. She noted the crow’s feet that crinkled at the edges of carnelians enveloped in obsidian, framed by short yet thick lashes; the small scars along the bridge of her bulbous nose; the deep laugh lines carved from her countless smiles; the curious birthmark that splotched along her jaw and crept down her neck . . .

            “If it pleases you,” she finally answered primly.

            A coy smile curled Mevunsi’s dark lips. Her fingers lightly traced the veins on the back of Valerica’s hand, then slyly retrieved the ornate scissors with ease and gave them a skilful twirl.

             “Shall we begin?”

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Valerica: I’m looking after Serana.

Lord Harkon: Where is she?

Valerica: I didn’t say I was doing a good job.

[apersistentfool]