Hey there! I'm Sanni, I go mostly by Cresu/Sereni online, you can call me any of these
This is a multi-fandom-blog, though I am currently hyperfixated on Brynjolf Elder Scrolls. Other fandoms I'm very fond of being E33, Baldur's gate, The Witcher, Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Cyberpunk, Red Dead.
My art: Cresu draws
My ao3
My OC Shiala and her tag (I'll one day add some proper intro of her and ref hopefully, in the meantime I will drop this ask can you tell me about your ocs from lovely @labskeever ♡
Personal yap-tag #cresu's mad ramblings
You might see some occasional shitposts in Finnish, mute #in Finnish to filter those out if you don't want to see.
Hi everyone! I got some drawings in the works- not as much as I’d like but alas medical stuff is being annoying lol. Anyways! A lot of my WIP’s today are of the lil dovah fam 👀
Thank you to these folks for the tag:
@blue-dartwing @cresu
The newest one I was working on is actually between Kayla and her oldest brother. He’s an imperial legion captain and uh, well she gets swooped into the dark brotherhood so-you do the math 😭💀
More under the cut as always, just don’t want to too long lol!
As far as future fam goes, not all their names are totally set in place and could change but in, here’s that so far lol.
Next we got more of Miraak and his future mini 🥺😭 I love these two grumps so so much
There’s a few of these lil guys in the future but I’ve FINALLY managed to draw them all (kinda, almost OOP)
Here we have the only two sons of Kayla and Miraak out all them 😂 Zanon (the dark hair one) who’s the second born and Adrian (the white hair one) the youngest son. Much like Elliana is Miraak’s mini me, Adrian is Kayla’s mini me which is unfortunate for every one else- especially since he’s nearly as tall as Miraak 💀😭
Sending thoughts and prayers Tamriel, thoughts and prayers….
Next up is THE TWINS!
Yep they end up with twin gals. Shorter hair one is Stella, longer hair one with the orangie eyes similar to Miraak’s is Haven. :3
And I know I’ve already posted her but doing it again cuz it’s still a WIP! The oldest, Elliana ❤️ and her with Kayla as a lil baby 🥺💖
And to end it off with psychic damage, the first Dragonborn as a lil guy with his mama 😭😭😭
Tagging these lovely folks, no pressure of course ❤️:
So, Nat and Anca are A Thing, and I LOVE fluff and snuggles but my ace-spec brain doesn't think overmuch about...adult fun-time 🤷
Cue MY MOTHER. (💕)
I was telling rambling at her over Whatsapp about hotsprings vs the lack of bath-houses in Skyrim, and she says, "well, why not create some? I cant wait to see some nudie-elfies!"
Of course I drew her this:
(...Don't think I'll ever surpass it.)
But I knew I'd have to do a proper paint, so this Wednesday, I bring you "Post-Party" — FAR steamier than the Python parody I was doing:
Still fixing...everything...but I guess that's why it's called a WIP!
Everyone say, "thanks, Dart's Mum!" 😭😂
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No-pressure tagging heinous sleks (💕), beloved moots and whoever wants to join:
No art wips this week everything is still such a mess, but I've done some writing! (anything but main obviously) I've bounced around so many different writing wips this week.
Writing Brynjolf getting injured got me spiraling first thing in the morning, (The best way to spend my days off for real) so I shall present you my wip of @tes-season-unending-fest first prompt about recovery. Shiala is having a healthy amounts of mental breakdown, as Brynjolf decided to disappear for couple of days without telling anyone where to. I can't wait to start making the art for this later!!
Words: 470ish
The next day arrives with a drag. Shiala sits at the Guild Master's desk sorting out the current loose jobs by the dates of their arrival. She darts each of them carefully, looking for any hints if he could have just gotten as a quick job by himself. None of them bring any clarity to her, however. Names of contracts and fences have all circled and marked in the order of priority with his simple system of numbers and shadowmarks, at first glance there's nothing put of the ordinary that catches her eye.
Only difference being that one of them had been crossed and corrected more than once.
Niranye, the fence of Windhelm. Someone that the city had been ridiculing for the longest time under a suspect for being an agent of Thalmor. Obviously, she wasn't, as far as Shiala was aware, Niranye despised them as much as they did. Time and time again she had gotten into problems with Summerset Shadows and them still attempting to gain footing, not in just Windhelm but other parts of Skyrim, too.
She feels a knot in her stomach forming. Brynjolf couldn't possibly be that stupid and go anywhere near Eastmarch by himself. The Jarl knows they are.. acquainted and his previous rustling of feathers had earned him a bounty on his head. Not to mention the amount of Thalmor that must have circled around the outskirts like vultures.
The wrong people among Skyrim have started to get intel she tried so dearly to protect — the people she holds dear. And the ones against her, or trying to get her to fight on their side, or even turn herself in—
She takes a moment for herself to breathe. Is she looking too much into this?
No. She isn't. Something must be wrong. She's waited long enough without him leaving a good reason and it's driving her more crazy she dares to admit.
"Hey, boss?" She hears the voice of Cynric behind, causing her to visibly jump on her chair.
"I'm not your boss, Cynric." She wants to snap at him harder calling her that. "Do you know anything about this?" She lands the piece of paper to him without looking at his direction. "I'm trying to trace where in Oblivion has Brynjolf gone before I begin to drop some heads."
"I mean.." he grimaces while digesting her threats, "You might want to see this."
Shiala's shoulders tense along her deep exhale. "I don't have the time to—"
She hears another pair of steps behind, and her words fade. The rhythm is light, but one-sided. Her body freezes in place.
"Missed me, lass?" Brynjolf stumbles in holding his rib and a day-old blood on his face. His chuckle followed by a sharp breath, he leans onto a stony wall, letting himself slowly drag and collapse on his knees.
Recent art dump. See under the cut for context for each one.
Alyanmir (my LDB) and the thief (Sylwen) that has been following him around to loot the corpses he leaves for profit
Celeoniss (my HoK) and the Breton criminal he keeps locked in his house (“Mouse”)
Celeoniss being pursued by Valinimo’s mother (a high ranking Thalmor official). She is a huge narcissist and does this a lot lol.
Original caption for this was “I’ll give you two options: One: You enthusiastically lick my boots clean and I’ll consider not killing you. Two: You don’t, and I don’t. You have 30 seconds to decide.” But I just can’t take boot licking seriously anymore hahaha
Alyanmir and Sylwen again
Celeoniss and Alyanmir’s mother, Calcarya, when she was 15 and his apprentice. Celeoniss post oblivion almost always has a small person or apprentice following him that he teaches.
Celeo WIP. My friend might be lining and coloring this one for me :)
I have decided after Marielle dies Valinimo gets depression bangs for his old man era
Celeoniss-Adoption-AU alyanmir. I just really like his face here even though it’s not canon personality
just saw a 'comments' tab on someones blog you know where the following and likes tabs would be if enabled and it was just showing all the replies theyve made on peoples posts. this is fascinating when did this feature come out
if you've made replies on posts there is now a tab on your blog showing every post youve replied to and your reply.
if this is not what you want, either go to your blog and click comments and disable it from there or just go to your individual blogs setting pages. just change it from blue to grey if you dont want everyone to see your replies AND the post you're replying to
PLEASE BE ADVISED that it is set to disabled for blogs that have not made any replies but it will turn ON if you reply with that blog in the future.! i just tested it with my main, which was greyed out but it turned on the moment i left a test reply
figured i'd get the word out bc i have not seen a single mention of this and i'm sure there are plenty of people who maybe comment on things they don't want on display for everyone to see on their blog lol. you can still look at your replies with it toggled off just no one else can, like locking the following and likes list
so for some reason this feature was actually announced on the tumblr engineering blog. interesting choice not to reblog it to the staff or tumblr blog, esp considering they asked for user input on how to implement it, but i suppose considering the response to the last update maybe the replies would be too overwhelming...
so couple of clarifications. comments are disabled as default for primary blogs that have their likes disabled. they are seemingly enabled for all other blogs that have replied to posts
posts you comment on may show on your followers 'for you' page if you leave your replies publically available. they may, in the future, show in on your followers dashboard if your follower goes to their dash settings and enables this. apparently, if your likes are enabled, your followers can already see those on the dash if they've gone into preferences and selected to do so, which I was unaware of, and that seems to be disabled at default, but it's possible i disabled it previously and forgot about it ig
Here is a drawing illustrating the encounter between Bleis and Aventus. As a reminder, Bleis entered the house, which he believed to be abandoned, to avoid paying for a room at the inn. There he met Aventus Aretino, who was performing the Black Sacrament. Upon seeing Bleis, Aventus mistook him for an assassin, which angered Bleis. This scene illustrates one of my Skyrim fanfictions titled "Lost and Found," published on A03, in which Bleis joins the Dark Brotherhood.
Bleis looks different in this drawing because it was from before he joined the Dark Brotherhood. He was once a completely lost mercenary, unsure of what to do with his life, and suffering from loneliness and insomnia.
I also made Aventus look thinner and more tired because he had been performing the ritual for several days, getting very little rest.
No art wips this week everything is still such a mess, but I've done some writing! (anything but main obviously) I've bounced around so many different writing wips this week.
Writing Brynjolf getting injured got me spiraling first thing in the morning, (The best way to spend my days off for real) so I shall present you my wip of @tes-season-unending-fest first prompt about recovery. Shiala is having a healthy amounts of mental breakdown, as Brynjolf decided to disappear for couple of days without telling anyone where to. I can't wait to start making the art for this later!!
Words: 470ish
The next day arrives with a drag. Shiala sits at the Guild Master's desk sorting out the current loose jobs by the dates of their arrival. She darts each of them carefully, looking for any hints if he could have just gotten as a quick job by himself. None of them bring any clarity to her, however. Names of contracts and fences have all circled and marked in the order of priority with his simple system of numbers and shadowmarks, at first glance there's nothing put of the ordinary that catches her eye.
Only difference being that one of them had been crossed and corrected more than once.
Niranye, the fence of Windhelm. Someone that the city had been ridiculing for the longest time under a suspect for being an agent of Thalmor. Obviously, she wasn't, as far as Shiala was aware, Niranye despised them as much as they did. Time and time again she had gotten into problems with Summerset Shadows and them still attempting to gain footing, not in just Windhelm but other parts of Skyrim, too.
She feels a knot in her stomach forming. Brynjolf couldn't possibly be that stupid and go anywhere near Eastmarch by himself. The Jarl knows they are.. acquainted and his previous rustling of feathers had earned him a bounty on his head. Not to mention the amount of Thalmor that must have circled around the outskirts like vultures.
The wrong people among Skyrim have started to get intel she tried so dearly to protect — the people she holds dear. And the ones against her, or trying to get her to fight on their side, or even turn herself in—
She takes a moment for herself to breathe. Is she looking too much into this?
No. She isn't. Something must be wrong. She's waited long enough without him leaving a good reason and it's driving her more crazy she dares to admit.
"Hey, boss?" She hears the voice of Cynric behind, causing her to visibly jump on her chair.
"I'm not your boss, Cynric." She wants to snap at him harder calling her that. "Do you know anything about this?" She lands the piece of paper to him without looking at his direction. "I'm trying to trace where in Oblivion has Brynjolf gone before I begin to drop some heads."
"I mean.." he grimaces while digesting her threats, "You might want to see this."
Shiala's shoulders tense along her deep exhale. "I don't have the time to—"
She hears another pair of steps behind, and her words fade. The rhythm is light, but one-sided. Her body freezes in place.
"Missed me, lass?" Brynjolf stumbles in holding his rib and a day-old blood on his face. His chuckle followed by a sharp breath, he leans onto a stony wall, letting himself slowly drag and collapse on his knees.
apologies to anyone who ever thought i was cool and reached out to me only to discover i am just a weird little hermit who can't carry on a conversation to save my life
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