....after almost 3 years of me being on this blog every day oops
Hi, my name is Eve ❤️ I am a huge fan of The Elder Scrolls, mostly Skyrim (hence the url) but I have a lot of love for Oblivion, Morrowind, and ESO as well. I made this blog because I got super into the Elder Scrolls and needed somebody to hear about it. Feel free to tag me or DM I enjoy chatting :) MDNI as I am frequently horny on main.
Above all else I consider myself a shitposter and an Ondolemar simp, proud to be one of tesblr's resident Ondolemar girlies 🥰 So on this blog you'll find a lot of memes and a lot of yearning/headcanons about Mr. Superiorly Bred Mer™ along with some traditional art and fanfic. I tag my general chatter under #eve rambles
More about my art and fics under the cut
Art
I do beadwork and hand embroidery and enjoy creating tes fanart using these mediums. My tags for my art is #my beading #my embroidery. Here are links to my current finished pieces:
Indroil Nerevar (Beading)
Foul Murder (Beading)
Foul Murder (Hand Embroidery)
La Pietà di Neravar (Beading)
Mask of Almalexia (Beading)
Ayem (Beading)
The Tribunal (Hand Embroidery)
Fanfic
I write fanfiction on ao3 and my username is dovah_queen. I write primarily OCxCanon, these are the major ships I've written for:
Theodora/Ondolemar
Theodora Viciticus is my Imperial Dragonborn who I ship with Ondolemar (also known as Theomar). They start off as what I call "enemies with benefits" but end up being an emotional slowburn❤️ A slowburn but they're having sex the whole time, if you will. Tags is #oc: theodora and #theomar Fics for them can be found in this post:
Theodora/Ondolemar Timeline
Vevora/Aicantar
Vevora is a non-Dragonborn oc I ship with Aicantar. she's Breton/Dunmer, an artist, and worships both Dibella as well as the Three. I took the approach of making Aicantar a virgin who reads romance novels in secret so their dynamic very much Experienced Woman/Inexperienced Man and very nerdy. Tags are #oc: vevora #vevotar Fics for them (as of posting):
Dates & Dwemer -Break in meet cute that ends in recreating a book scene
The Mysterious Dwemer Device -Dwemer vibrator testing
Dream Come True -Horny dreams
Odile/Visdros (OCxOC)
Odile is a Breton and Visdros is a Maormer and they are from a series I'm writing called Changing Tides. This story is set a few decades before the events of ESO and follows Visdros on a quest for revenge while Odile tries to keep him alive. Unlikely allies who eventually fall in love, a strong focus on familial bonds, and lots of headcanons about Maormer culture 🌊
OKAY I think those are the major things! Thank you for reading until the end have a strawberry 🍓
Please write your story. Draw the artwork. Finish the animation. Continue on whatever project you're working on. It doesn't matter if you're not good at it, or you have doubts, or you're afraid of mistakes. Your creation has a right to exist, and it will be important to others.
hey did you know??? that if you stop stretching and maintaining mobility in your body then it goes away?? things get tight and you can't move the way that you used to??? and when you decide to try getting a stretch routine going that the first week fucking sucks because you keep going 'damn i used to be able to do this no problem' and then you have to switch gears and be kind to yourself and just focus on getting better from here instead of berating yourself for dropping the good habits in the first place??? and your body never stops aging so you gotta keep taking care of it and sometimes you gotta take care of it extra in certain areas because of things that happened when you were younger and it's boring and sometimes hurts but it's so necessary???
i am yelling this at myself right now i am going through An Experience (trying to get into a routine of body maintenance again for my physical and mental health)
Hewwwooo! I got some prompt thing for @tes-season-unending-fest ! I need to work on it more! lol
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(TW: Battle wounds, heavy bleeding)
The rock wall cut into her flesh as she leaned against it. Her heart pounded in her ears. Her breath was caught in her throat. The smell of metallic blood clung to her. Engulfed her. She swallowed and it's all she tasted. Sweat and blood mixed as it dribbled down her face. It stung when she opened her eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut. After a few blinks, she wiped her face and took a deep breath.
Sifkni turned her attention toward the wound on her shoulder. A war axe sliced through her armor and tunic. Blood trickled from the gash. It slowed as her body closed the wound.
Another deep breath. The adrenaline rush slowed. Pain seared through her entire body. She cursed. Blood covered her face from a deep laceration in her scalp. She closed one eye and fumbled with her knapsack. Both hands shook violently as she rummaged through it. She closed her other eye and took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.
Pain seared through her side when she looked through her bag. Another curse stuttered from her lips. She felt the sticky blood pool at her side, drenching her tunic and armor. The ground below her was soaked with her blood.
Crunch.
Dry grass crunched under someone's boot. Sifkni stilled, including her breath, when footsteps approached her hiding spot. Whoever it was made no attempt to keep quiet.
She gritted her teeth through the pain as she reached for the hunting knife in her boot. Sifkni noticed the gaping wound in her thigh. Another curse. She grabbed the handle and readied the blade for an attack. Her vision darkened and blurred. She fought against her body until a familiar scent brushed passed her.
Juniper.
Farkas…?
Her grip on the dagger loosened and the blade fell into the dirt beside her. She collapsed to the ground with a soft thud. She groaned, still trying to fight back her body's response to the blood loss.
Warmth engulfed her. The heavy smell of juniper mixed with her own blood. Hints of petrichor. Her consciousness wavered in and out. Sometimes a soft prayer floated by in her mind. Or a curse.
