....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 🍓
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.
HELLO CITIZENS OF TAMRIEL! I forgot how much I love drawing creatures and critters and monsters and finally got myself to draw some elder scrolls ones! I posted the apocrypha seeker one BUT I got a couple more to share too hehe :3
(Lurker, Troll, random dragon, gryphon, and scrunkly puppy Sahrotaar! ❤️)
I’m definitely gonna draw more creatures and monsters soon :3
Okay, American immigrant to the UK here to explain all the mistakes from Paul Hollywood happening here: there is one fundamentally American ingredient required to make a s'more correctly but which is basically not available anywhere at all in the UK, and that is graham crackers. A plain digestive biscuit close-ish, but still a very different beast.
From Wikipedia: A graham cracker is a sweet flavored cracker made with graham flour.
The next ingredient (which is also extremely traditionally American but slightly more variable) is typically Hershey's chocolate, but you could probably swap this out in the UK with any plain chocolate bar.
Last ingredient is big marshmallows, the kind you do the chubby bunny challenge with, like the size of your thumb and twice as thick.
A proper s'more, the most traditional possible variety, involves to graham cracker squares, two slab segments of Hershey's chocolate, and one to two marshmallows depending on your preference for filling and gooeyness. You put a slab of chocolate on one of the graham cracker squares. Your marshmallows should be toasted, usually over a campfire but if you're doing them at home over a gas stove burner is fine, but the fire part is critical. You can toast them to whatever degree you like, some people like them nice and golden brown but still kind of firm in the middle, me personally? I want that bitch to CATCH ON FIRE, I want it gooey and sticky as hell in the middle, crispy and burnt on the outside. Slap that motherfucker on your graham cracker and chocolate square, top with the other one so your marshmallow and chocolate are sandwiched together by graham cracker on the outside. You do this with your freshly toasted marshmallow because ideally it will be hot enough to start to melt the chocolate so it sticks to the marshmallow and the graham cracker and, combined with the gooey marshmallow, it keeps the whole thing together, and for that reason some people will let them sit for a hot second to let the melting process happen (especially if like me you have chocolate on BOTH graham cracker squares, not just one, because you're a sugar fiend), but if you are a young child you do not have that degree of patience and you eat that shit immediately, unmelted chocolate and all. Consume your summer camp delight like a tiny club sandwich, get gooey sticky marshmallow and chocolate all over your hands, and enjoy.
Important note: this is a kids treat. It is a traditional summer camping trip dessert. It should be something any ten year old with adult supervision and access to the ingredients can make (and make a mess of). They're called s'mores because kids always "want s'more". If you are using a blowtorch, chocolate biscuits, and merengue, you are so far beyond the bounds of s'more-hood that you have thoroughly lost the plot. If you offered Paul Hollywood's concoction to an American child and called it a s'more, they'd tell you flat out that not only is it not a s'more, it looks dumb and you didn't do it right because it's not gooey.
the point is the mess. the point is getting to make a food, at age seven, whose two basic food groups are 'sugar' and 'fire'. the other point is that this food item is so crumbly, chaotic, sticky, on fire, and prone to being dropped (outside, in the dark, while you are surrounded by other children who are also sticky and on fire) that your supervisors cannot accurately monitor how many smores you personally have consumed. the point is also that you may get away with a smore that is five blocks of chocolate and two marshmallows if you move fast and let nothing stop you.
if you haven't accidentally yet unrepentantly eaten a chunk of twigs or dirt or a bug that got enmeshed in the creative process around smore number 3st, you are too old to have any legitimate input into what makes a smore.
There's 2 other points that I think are important.
The first is that you don't pull the marshmallow off the roasting stick and somehow put it on the chocolate. Your staging area will look something like this, with the graham crackers and chocolate already set out (though not usually on the fire like this, for us it was always someone's lap or a picnic table or something)
And when your marshmallow has reached appropriate roasting perfection, you use the graham crackers to slide it off the stick.
and ideally, as a CHILD you are using a literal stick. Like you walked around and spent time looking for The Perfect Stick off the ground while the adults set up the fire. It has to be thin enough the marshmallow will fit, sturdy enough that it won't bow, long enough that you won't burn yourself roasting your marshmallow. And preferably doesn't have a lot of bark that's sloughing off, OR so much bar sloughing off you can peel it all back and get to the clean stick under it. If you're smart, you might stick the tip into the fire first to "wash" it/burn off anything that was still lingering, but. well, most kids don't.
When you bite in, the marshmallow and chocolate SHOULD ooze out all over you. If you don't kinda look like this eating it, you've probably done it wrong:
The description of the marshmallows as being either brown on the outside but still firm on the inside or fully melted but burned on the outside is missing the true art: fully molten in the middle, without the black burns. Not to say OP is wrong for preferring the burn! But there is a technique for perfection and it goes like this:
You find a spot, not above all the logs where everyone sticks their marshmallows by default, but at the heart of the fire. Ideally between a couple logs already glowing gold. Something like here:
Below the leaping flame. Near the logs. There's probably only one or two spots good enough for this on any given fire, but that's okay because everyone else is up above. They will get their marshmallows faster. They will be either firm or burned or both. That's not your goal.
Rotate the marshmallow slowly. Ideally come in at an angle so the part closest to the flame is the side, not the tip. The spot closest to the fire is the spot that turns a crispy golden brown, and you want that everywhere, on the tip and around the circle.
You keep going, slowly turning, for several minutes. Several people will rotate in and out of the higher sections, getting their fast delight. Eventually, your marshmallow will start sagging badly, risking falling. Maybe it does fall and got start over. But eventually it will be golden brown all over, and so liquid it no longer clings to the stick. It is ready, finally.
You say "who hasn't gotten one yet?" And deposit it onto their waiting graham crackers and chocolate. You've made an excellent marshmallow. It isn't for you. Get another while you're over by the bags and go back to the heart of the fire.
That's your evening. One, slow, perfect marshmallow at a time, given to whomever still wants s'more. You're making art for children to stuff into their mouths cheerfully. You're watching the movement of the fire and the heat of the logs, like you would if you were maintaining it — maybe you would be, maybe you were the one who built it — but right now that's not the goal. Let someone else put more logs on, while you take only the one stick and find the best spot for it to live.
You will, eventually, finish a marshmallow and find that nobody moves to accept it. Maybe they're all eating right now, or maybe they've gone through so many they're hesitating. Eat your masterpiece then. Enjoy it, the hardest and most perfect result from a fun and beautiful moment. Go back in for another, until you've run out of marshmallows and the fire is too low or until even you are done with s'mores, until you have made enough.
"We don't want a gooey mess" pfft even the artistry studied at the feet of my father is inherently a gooey mess. That's the whole point!
