Name's Frost and this where I post stuff I've written! Stories will be under #drabbles and range from vampires to even fandoms like miraculous ladybug and skyrim. Occasionally open for requests! Banner is by @the-luna-sphere Profile by @mun-lucy
"What is a life worth living without someone to enjoy it with?"
Jenni and Lu(Ja'Lujnir) are mine and my friend's characters. For some odd reason both of them are dragonborn which causes quite a bit of confusion for everyone involved.
Thank you @la-caja-de-pandoras-art for taking my commission, even with the learning curve of Lu being a khajiit, everything turned out perfectly!
"What a pair they make.... a monster hunter-turned-devil, and a monster hiding as half elf. How long do they have before they turn on each other?"
Art by @irithyllians
Wyll and my Dark Urge Aurelio (known as Aelar in BG3). I haven't been able to get enough of these two since I started playing the game last year. All I could think about was the dynamic: a monster hunter being in love with the exact kind of monster he should kill.
Wyll and Dark Urge has been so much fucking fun to play around with. Wyll's whole thing is that he roams the Frontiers, protecting it from fiends and monsters alike, doing what he can to save whoever he can.
But then Mizora sends him after Karlach, a tiefling who is just trying to get away from Zariel and go home. She's not a monster. She only fits under the terms on his contract based on a technicality because her heart was forcibly replaced with an infernal engine.
Wyll is devastated to learn that he was used. He was sent after a victim. He's forced to consider how many others has he gone after that were also victims. Who's to say Mizora won't do it again?
But then.... you have him in a romance with Durge. Someone who could look as human as he used to, but was capable of multiple atrocities. Durge, before losing their memories, was a monster, they enjoyed doing the things they did.
How is Wyll meant to be in a relationship with someone like that? Even if they don't remember what they did?
My Hero of Kvatch! Her name is Maelonia Cinnelius and @thescrolls-haveforetold were the ones to bring her to life!
She was orphaned at a young age and ran away from the orphanage after deciding she wasn't going to live in those squalor conditions
So she became a street rat, stealing whatever she could to survive in the Imperial City, joining up with other children like her, and running from the Imperial Watch when things got too dicey. It was a good life, one she could somewhat enjoy Sue to not having any responsibilities to others save for herself
But everything goes wrong when she's in her early 20s as she's betrayed by people she thought were friends, and she's taken to the Imperial Prison. And that's where her destiny and story really starts
Pre-orders are up and ready to go all the way through February 1st! You would not believe just how many great pieces have been fit into this beautiful thing!
Pre-orders are up and ready to go all the way through February 1st! You would not believe just how many great pieces have been fit into this beautiful thing!
A breeze drifted by, carrying the first smell of fall. Crisp and cool, the air clear for once. A leaf, golden and brown, fell beside her. The gentle lapping of waves on the lake shore eased her tension, shoulders relaxing. She could almost forget the war raging in Cyrodiil, the three alliances vying for control of the Ruby Throne, communities being destroyed and ways of life ruined.
She could almost forget that she’s died.
“Don’t tell me you’re thinking of death again.”
Cassia looked back with a chuckle. “Hard not to, that seems to be our specialty.
Cassia is an Imperial, tall and built for strength from all her years of training. Her shoulders were wide, even compared to her male family members, along with her stance just so she was always in balance. She was built for battle. Unlike her companion.
Aodhan is short, his head stopping at her chest. His shoulders were much narrower and his arms lanky and thin. Even his face was narrow, chin and nose coming to a sharp point while Cassia’s, even though her jaw was well defined, were much rounder in comparison. Even his eyes are a soft brown. She thought hers were a too harsh red.
They were the complete opposite of each other, It made no sense for either to have any commonality. And, yet she couldn’t think of anyone else she’d rather travel with.
“Hmm, maybe! But there are other things to think about!” Aodhan plopped himself down next to Cassia, his small size leaving him plenty of room on the rock she’d situated herself on. “Like how things won’t be so hot anymore!”
“Haha, won’t you be cold?”
Aodhan looked down at his… ‘armor.’ A jack, chest open to the air with only his shoulders, arms, and sides covered. But he’s a mage and stands behind me during battle, she thought, he can be a bit more lax with his armor.
“I can change it up! Throw on a coat and then I’ll be good to go!” His face split into a grin as he leaned back. “Besides, I’m used to the cold. Valenwood gets blanketed with snow so I know how to survive. But what about you? Does Cyrodiil get cold?”
She rolled her eyes. “It gets cool but not cold. The north will get some snow but my family never goes there during the winter, so I’ve never seen snow.”
“You… you’ve never seen snow?”
She shrugged. Snow was never important to her. Why did other races get so excited about it? Snow was cold, wet, it slowed things down, and made traveling even harder. Not seeing that particular weather phenomenon won’t be a loss in her books. She wouldn’t have to worry about somehow getting her armor dry and warm again.
But it appears Aodhan wasn’t having it. “Well then just wait until winter is here! The first snowfall is always beautiful! The way the land disappears under a blanket of white, how quiet everything gets, and nothing beats tracking prey and finally finding it!”
“Sounds miserable.” She groaned at the thought of fighting through those elements. “Can you think of anything good that comes with winter that doesn’t involve being outside?”
Aodhan paused to consider. His arms crossed while a hand moved up to tap his chin.
“See? There’s nothing good for it when insi-“
“There is one thing.”
She couldn’t help how sarcastic her response was. “Oh really? Enlighten me.”
“Some days are too cold to go out, sometimes there’s a blizzard that forces everyone to stay inside. On those days, my family would start a fire. Roast whatever we’d caught the previous day. My siblings and I would play around.” Aodhan scooted closer to her. “And my parents would sit reaaally close together.”
A hand was suddenly on her cheek, another on her side, she felt herself being pulled down to Aodhan’s eye level until she saw nothing except those brown eyes. Brown eyes that were softer than even the highest quality bed one could find at an inn.
Their lips met and Cassia’s body, tense from all her training, fully relaxed. It was warm, so warm compared to the cool air, almost like a fire. What, what was this feeling? What was she supposed to do? Her face felt too hot. Was she sick? Maybe, her heart was racing, too.
Aodhan pulled away with a smile. His face was red. “They would do something like that.”
Cassia sat straight up to touch her face. The heat was already dying, and her heart was slowing down. She swallowed. “W-well, maybe winter won’t be so bad after all.
Idea comes from @nerevar-quote-and-star, thank you so much for the help!
"Astrid is dead."
Delvin met the eyes of the new leader of the Brotherhood. The cistern, normally warm and inviting with the smell of mead and fresh food made by Vekel, now creeped deep into his blood. His bones. His very soul. His hands trembled at his side-why? He never had to worry about what to do with them before.
"Dead?" Delvin couldn't but to bark out a laugh. "That's rich. I know your sanctuary was found but Astrid would have never allowed herself to be caught."
The new leader's eyes narrowed. How he wanted to wipe that look off their face. "I'm afraid that it's the truth. Astrid didn't make it out and she passed on the mantle to me. We finished the contract in her, as well as our other fallen brothers and sisters, honor."
Delvin scowled and crossed his arms, not wanting to think about his hands anymore. "And you're here just to deliver the news?"
"No, I'm here because we need to furnish our new sanctuary. We got our reward and we left the old one after the razing, all that's needed is to make the new one a home."
Home.
A home.
Of course, the old sanctuary couldn't be used anymore. It was discovered. The Imperials knew about it. And they'd most likely keep an eye on it for future activities. But that sanctuary had been his home for a time. Back when he'd caught heat for the murder of a citizen, a robbery gone wrong. He hadn't left the damn place for months.
Astrid had made it a home for him when he was desperate.
"Try coming back tomorrow." They tried to argue, their mouth opening to fight the dismissal. "I said: come back tomorrow. I will get your supplies together, believe me. But I need time to figure it all out."
They stood there. Feet almost melded into the damp stone. But they turned and left. The door leading out of the Flagon crashed to a close with a sound that threatened to shake the ceiling loose.