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[donemer]

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[donemer]

Hey!:3

Checking in to say i’m well and alive! I was on a rather long hiatus due to several life-stuff, but rest assured that i will be back in a few days with my usual TES ramblings and fanarts^^ I haven’t been able to check Tumblr these past weeks nor the DMs i received so sorry about that, but thank you all for reaching out, i really appreciate it!<3

Until then, sending you hugs and see you soon!~

[theflowergrrl]

WIP Wednesday! <3

Thank you so much for the tags: @friend-of-giants @neloths-tea @honeybeebunny111 @cresu <3

I have more doodles! xD Here is my third? attempt at DA MER - Teldryn Sero <3 Not finished yet but I am happy with how it turned out :D

My co-worker said this one reminded her of Ophelia -- not the vibe I was going for but hey! I love Shakespeare! :D

More below!

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A more sketched out concept of my OC's Mum -- a Brenton woman from Bravil -- Elwyn. (Here's to hoping I never forget it now ...)

VERY rough sketch of one of my Tav's from BG3 actually -- very much a WIP.

And my LDB OC - my goofy girl - Freya <3 I did this sketch a couple of times and will probably re-do again.

Messy sketch at work today; bonus?

No pressure tags (some of you may have been tagged already)!: @blue-dartwing @flycasual @nerevarbean @changelingsandothernonsense @donemer @dirty-bosmer @hircines-hunter @scribeofskyrim @cursedsilver @chronicgirlfailure @dark-brotherhoe and anyone else I may have missed! <3

If you want to be tagged, let me know or just tag me back as a reminder!

One day I'll actually try to do some writing. One day.

[skyrimhusbandmaterial]

WIP WEDNESDAY

tagged by no one yet because I'm queuing this post on Tuesday night lmao

tagging @changelingsandothernonsense @scribeofskyrim @donemer @nerevarbean @honeybeebunny111 @hircines-hunter @cresu

y'all have come to know me as the Crazy Erandur Sketch Lady, but this week we have neither Erandur nor sketches. instead, we have the beginning of my first ever fanfic!

as mentioned recently, my OC Amara has my brain in an absolute chokehold, so I'm writing the story of her journey from Dragonborn-in-hiding to Listener of the Dark Brotherhood. today's share is what I have so far for the start of chapter 1. the fic is titled Darkness Calling, and the chapter title is Chance or Fate. hope you all enjoy ^_^

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Embrace the Void.

Amara turned the words over and over in her head as she walked, trying to decipher their meaning. It was not quite the end of Hearthfire, but she was already headed south. The fisher folk she sometimes traded with along the coast near Dawnstar had predicted an early winter, and she could feel the truth of it in the bite of the northern wind at her back.

Her journey had so far been uneventful until recently. Taking the same route every year, she had learned the places that outlaws and wild predators tended to gather, and could avoid them easily enough. The foothills of the Skyborn Range were nothing compared to the rugged peaks of the Druadach Mountains where she had been raised, and she often found herself missing their wildness as she followed the winding road from the Pale down toward the sprawling tundra of Whiterun. Amara was always most homesick when she travelled. Each journey was a painful reminder that no matter where she went, her destination would never be the one place she truly wished to go.

It was this ache in her heart that found her crouched by the fire one night as she sheltered in a small cave, throwing handfuls of herbs into the flames as desperate prayers to the old gods tumbled from her lips.

"Give me a sign," she whispered into the night. "Show me that I still walk the path fate has laid out for me, to bring the will of the gods into this world."

There was no response. Growing weary, Amara curled up in her bedroll and drifted off into a restless sleep. It was then that the vision came.

The dream was marked not by what Amara could see, but what she couldn't. She stood in near-total darkness, surrounded by mist. All was silent, and then she began to hear laughter in the distance. Faint at first, but slowly growing louder. The sound seemed to echo all around her, reverberating off of unseen walls, coming from everywhere and yet from nowhere. It reached a crescendo, then slowly faded until she was left in silence once more. Sensing a presence behind her, Amara turned to find that a figure had emerged from the mist. It was a little taller than her, its face obscured by hood and shadow. She felt compelled to approach it, and as she stepped forward the figure did the same. Standing before one another, the figure reached for Amara. It was only then she realized that the figure's hands were covered in blood — a deep, wet red that seemed to shine in the surrounding darkness. Amara allowed the bloody hands to cradle her face, finding herself strangely comforted by the act. As she raised her own hands, hoping to push back the figure's hood and reveal its face, the mist swirled violently around her and she woke with a start, breathless and drenched in cold sweat. The dream left behind a feeling of longing, but also of anticipation. Something was coming.

For three nights in a row Amara dreamed of haunting laughter and bloody hands, her curiosity growing each time. On the morning after the third dream she hunted a fox and offered her kill to the gods, opening its belly with hope of reading some wisdom from the entrails. Sifting carefully through the blood and viscera, the message she sought revealed itself, as cryptic as it was clear: Embrace the Void. She continued searching, trying to find further insight, but nothing came. Her sleep was dreamless again that night.

[juliette-has-a-pencil]

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[changelingsandothernonsense]

part way through another Great Khan Josh drawing. I still need to add pauldrons, pendants and text.

[sweet-milky-tea705]

Sketch comm for @caz-the-yarncromancer of his cuties that are infesting my brain

[jenarion]

Gruilreth D’Nere - Matron Mother of the vampire House D’Nere

Chaotic Neutral | Lvl 20 Wizard | Any pronouns

I hadn’t drawn Gru for a while before this one, like maybe a year, so I really wanted to finish an updated art!

And if you like, please do check out the story I’m writing involving Gru:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/81868396/chapters/215376456

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[honeybeebunny111]

WIP WEDNESDAYYY

Hi everyone! I don't have a ton of new art so I'm throwing in a bunch of unfinished works today lol.

I was tagged by: @hircines-hunter @cresu @sulphuricgrin @nerevarbean

Starting off we got this one of Kayla's (ldb oc) parents!

Her mom, the imperial, is named Adrianna and her father, the Dunmer, is named Azarain.

Under the cut is more WIP, just adding it so it’s not TOO long:

Who would’ve thought MORE Teldryn art LOL

Next we got very unrefined Kayla and Miraak sketches

Tagging! As always no pressure to post and if you don’t want to be tagged lemme know and I’ll fix it :3 :

@changelingsandothernonsense @scribeofskyrim @theflowergrrl @nerevarbean @donemer

[theflowergrrl]

WIP Wednesday!

Thank you so much for the tags <3 @nerevarbean @blue-dartwing @friend-of-giants

Really, thank you for thinking of me ;___;

I practiced a new perspective on my art journey and even tried my hand at some more shading.

The result being, I love and kinda hate it?

One day, I will draw a happy Freya. One day.

Below is the evolution of this sketch, along with two extras!

The last sketch here, I wasn't happy with and had to redo it, which is why I included the others above it.

And two extra doodles!

This one was done during a Teams meeting today, freehand, and my second try on a TES elf.

I should have looked at some references, but I tried!!! I also don't know why my camera changed lighting in that one shot at the office, so I took a slightly better one.

I think I did this Monday? Flash sketch/doodle of the day.

No pressure tags and some of you may already have been tagged <3 @changelingsandothernonsense @donemer @hircines-hunter @neloths-tea @dirty-bosmer @flycasual @dark-brotherhoe @honeybeebunny111 @chronicgirlfailure @ana6aena @cursedsilver @life-dairy and anyone else who wants to share! <3333

If I tagged someone who doesn't want to be tagged, pls let me know! If you want to be tagged and haven't, also let me know! <333

[nerevarbean]

wip wednesday

ty for the tags @silly-little-diary @cresu

havent made much progress on the bonus character sheet fits. pre-tattoo bravoyn is getting there but it's kinda weird seeing him without them lol. also his face looks a bit like someone I know irl so it's throwing me a bit.

aaand for some reason my brain just kept coming back to drawing him in some kind of whimsigoth-inspired outfit. maybe gala related. maybe not. we'll see how much I like it when it's done lol. atm i'm happy with how his face has turned out!

i've also been trying to make some progress on the main fic.

bravoyn meets his landlord and the most frustrating dunmer to draw i have ever encountered

He looked back up as he came closer to the Gateway Inn, and leaning against the wall of that building was another mer who had his eyes fixed on him, a Dunmer seemingly of middle age with dark hair spiked away from his face, dressed in fine robes that seemed out of place here at the docks. He pushed off the wall when Bravoyn approached and raised a hand in greeting. “Bravoyn Othran?”

Bravoyn slowed his approach. Closer now, he could see streaks of grey running through that dark hair, and that the mer was examining him with a mix of curiosity and recognition. This must be him. No-one else in this city would recognise him out know his name, he hoped. Not unless the Camonna Tong had managed to find out that he was on his way here and sent their agents ahead of him. In which case, he wouldn’t survive here much longer. So, Bravoyn met the mer’s gaze briefly before looking away and inclined his head slightly. “That’s me.”

“I thought as much,” the mer smiled then, something warmer softening his sharp features. He stepped forwards and bowed slightly, examining Bravoyn more openly. His gaze caught briefly on the side of Bravoyn’s jaw, and Bravoyn tried to not instinctively hide the bruise he’d left Balmora with. As if reminded of its existence, the thing started to ache again. “Your uncle said that you bore an uncanny resemblance to your parents, though I did not expect it to feel as though they were both standing before me in one person. Though I imagine that hair was a surprise.”

 “They always said it was.” Bravoyn let out a breath that might have been a laugh had it not been for the aching grief in his chest that rose every time the topic of his parents came up. He reached back to touch his hair, tied back and tucked into his scarf to keep it from tangling and flicking about in the wind. His auburn that had contrasted his parents’ black hair so clearly had been a relatively regular topic of conversation in Cheydinhal, through his parents had always said that it had come from his grandparents. He’d never had the chance to meet them to verify that. “So you must be–”

  “Galos Mathendis, yes. My apologies, I should have led with that. I suppose Edd told you that I have a habit of speaking too much?”

  “Mm.” Bravoyn made a noncommittal noise and shrugged. He didn’t mention that Edd had called him an “old windbag” and that the prerequisite for that was usually a few drinks.

  “Hmm, indeed.” Galos repeated, though he looked amused more than anything. “In any case, I am glad to be meeting you, Bravoyn, despite the circumstances.  When I heard the Ebonheart boat was coming in late, I thought it best to meet you here at the docks. Saves you walking up to the council house, only to have to come back down here again.”

  “Right. Thank you.” Bravoyn’s voice came out a little flat. “Sorry, I’m a bit tired from the journey.”

  “Tired and a great many other things, I imagine.” Galos smiled again briefly and put a hand on Bravoyn’s shoulder. “Do not worry yourself with pleasantries now, Bravoyn. We’ll have time enough to get to know one another tomorrow. For now, I suppose I should show you to your pod. You see the one on the end there, with the lantern outside?” Galos encouraged Bravoyn to turn and pointed to the row of small fungal dwellings on the other side of the docks. Bravoyn nodded. “That’ll be yours. I’m afraid it’s as small as it looks, and I can’t promise that the docks will be quiet, but if you’ve been living with Edd for the past year, then I expect you’ll be used to noise. Come.” Galos set off towards the pod at an average pace, though Bravoyn found himself having to walk quickly to keep up with his long strides. “It is several decades old but I’ve done my best to keep it well maintained. And I’ve left plenty of blankets inside for you, though it should be relatively easy to keep warm. Mushroom flesh is surprisingly insulating.” Galos explained as they walked.

  “I see.” Bravoyn commented, though he found the phrase “mushroom flesh” a little disconcerting. It must have been written on his face, because Galos let out a quiet chuckle.

[tbc]

tagging @donemer @changelingsandothernonsense @honeybeebunny111 @sulphuricgrin @flycasual @theflowergrrl @neloths-tea @elavoria

[caz-the-yarncromancer]

figured it would be fun to make up some ash vampire designs to have something to describe in my fic. ehm I got carried away perhaps poor voryn looks a little naked now lol. I guess only a god cannot be contained by fabric. (I'll probably make a separate one for him with a few fits)

[changelingsandothernonsense]

"I am Azura's punishment. If you had obeyed her in the first place, she would not have sent a punishment like me upon you."

Sarru Rabu- The Great Ashkhan of the Wastes.

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And this one is done! It's partially inspired by a Chinggis Khan quote and a damn fine reference that I wanted to play with. The idea is that this is set when Josh conquers the Erabenimsun Tribe. He's addressing an Erabenimsun captive, and I'm thinking it's post the assassination attempt but pre killing most of Ulath Pal's supporters for the pleasure.

Definitely gonna be adding this to the render list.

[changelingsandothernonsense]

Ilaba'andul-Sul Erra am'Urshilaku Ashkhan to the Ahemmusa

Decided to play around with Erra's end game facial hair is the gist of this...

That and playing around with text.

[changelingsandothernonsense]

Shit you not, these are meant to be about 20 years apart.

[caz-the-yarncromancer]

[nerevarbean]

Mab fresh off the prison ship

sketch