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some of the oldest pieces of horseman literature that still exist are vampire butch4butch lesbian pulp stories.

this particular illustration is from an edition of "In Between Mountains," a story dating back to the Mid-First Era, written by the possibly mythical Horseman author Singing Easement, who is said to be from the High Rock faction and had worked closely with the Dwemer before their disappearance. The book itself is about the beautiful daughter of a Shepherd, Iron Branch, being taken in by a mare named Dramatic Needle, part of a group of Vampiric Horsemen that reject the teachings of the Elders and roam free without the influence of the Horsemen gods, the Dam and the Sire. this one is iconic enough to be translated into several languages, including Ta'agra, Dwemeris, and a few scattered unfinished Tamrielic translations. Most of the translations change the species of the protagonists, and passed off under pennames. The few translations that keep the protagonists as Horsemen are in Dwemeris, suggesting that Horsemen had yet to go into hiding and were close enough to the Dwemer to share pieces of literature between each other.

EDIT 10/28/25: i chose to revise this drawing(though calling it a mere revision is a bit misleading, as i redrew a good amount of the piece from scratch) because i was not satisfied with the original. in this new version, Dramatic Needle seems less like a "scary dominant object of desire" and more like her own character, which is something i struggled with portraying in the original drawing.

yeah in-universe this illustration is meant to be from a pulpy piece of literature where neither characters have any more personality than is necessary for the story's goal(letting the reader read about a hot self-insert lady being "accosted" by a hot vampire lady) but nevertheless i feel like Dramatic Needle's lack of personality in the original drawing was a detriment to the piece. i feel like ive rectified that somewhat, and the drawing is all the better for it

click the "keep reading" for the original, if you're interested to see what's changed. i hope you agree that the new version is a vast improvement.

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A collection of Horseman child clothing! This set includes both masculine and feminine outfits, but Horsemen don’t tend to differentiate very much between masculine/feminine when it comes to clothing anyway. These outfits were inspired by various real-life cultures, as well as the rich and fascinating cultures of Tamriel! I am very happy with them, though perhaps I will go over some of these color palettes again in the future. For now, I’m happy with them.

Edit: someone take these damn designs away from me 😭 they’re DONE NOW!

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the Spellthars, formerly a prestigious Altmer family that was torn apart by selfishness and grief.

the girl in the third drawing is 6-year-old Eiloline, sometimes called Eiloline, Seer of Doom. she is an extremely talented Necromancer despite her age, and has been bestowed the knowledge of a way to store souls inside of her staff's orb, which also has a replica of Azura's star inside it, to siphon the souls out in the first place. Eiloline is cruel, scientific, and cunning, with little appreciation for living creatures.

Eiloline is often spotted around the College of Winterhold, trying to convince the librarians to let her into the deeper reaches of the library, with very little success.

(she's not possessed by anything, she just talks like this.)

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late night venting about those two idiots, althewhile haj-chukka falls even deeper

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from this all-timer post

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(in dark grey, ruk'un, seeks, green-eyes, mirzan, tut'hunli, hues) (in light grey, ruk'ban, wei'im, cleo, bal'ii, jer'ze, jal'kah, jeanneric, serron)

meant to somewhat show rali'na's struggles with things passing "through" him, his struggles to derive meaning from his life when he's spent so long being beaten down from all directions. he struggles to form real, lasting connections with others, because he is convinced that it is temporary, that he will always end up alone.

he enters this sort of state of disassociation, where even though he's enjoying himself, and he is capable of seeing past memories as happy ones, he is incapable of feeling any of it. there are no "good old days" to him, because any goodness he can derive from those days is marred in the ugly, black truth that they're gone. and oftentimes, they're gone because of his own poor choices.

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Washed-In-Hues / Dimik-Xul (Vivid-Rebirth)

54 - Argonian - Twohanded Light Armor

Bio under the cut

Maybe it’s weird to post the Last member to join the Beastfolk Caravan first but… I just like her… I hope to upload bios and refs for my other characters later, and hopefully the admin mike will do the same for his!! Enjoy :D

The most recent member of the Beastfolk Caravan, Hues has seen everything. Born in the Black Marsh, young Dimik-Xul knew from a young age that she had a special relationship with her tribes Hist tree, which seemed to have a mind of it’s own. She dedicated her whole life to tending to the Hist tree, even after getting married and having children with her beloved husband, Hewei-Ei (Odd-Eyed). Hewei-Ei and Dimik-Xul met as teenagers, when Dimik-Xul began to apprentice under Hewei-Ei’s grandmother, who tended to the tree before her. Hewei-Ei was a soldier, fighting the Imperial Legion back from his tribe, and tragically died on the front line, hundreds of miles away from home. He was survived by Dimik-Xul and the two children they bore together, Sisei-Ka (Sprouting-Battle) and Vastei-Uxith (Changing-Home).

Deeply saddened by the death of her husband, Dimik-Xul tried to continue on as normal. Tending to her tree, living as if nothing changed for decades until she turned 48. A deep thorn had pierced her heart, and she desired nothing more than to get away. In the dead of night, Dimik-Xul left a book of instructions on the doorstep of her apprentice, packed up as much as she could carry on her back, and set off north, hoping to walk to the furthest place she could find a map of; the chilly reaches of Skyrim.

She walked, swam, and rode all the way there over a period of several years. Through Morrowind, to a brief bandit-assisted trip to Elsweyr, to visiting a nephew in Valenwood, until she eventually ended up in Falkreath, where she rented room and board from a shrewd yet kind Khajiit and his Bosmer wife.

Since arriving in Skyrim and adopting a new name, Washed-in-Hues’s troubles have not dissipated. It doesn’t help that her tree still calls to her, its voice muffled yet she knows it’s wants her. It’s hard to tell when people are truly speaking to her. She hopes to discover her life purpose outside of the Hist, to move on from her husband and figure out what it means to be truly alive.

Hues is very grouchy, irritable and strict, but underneath her tough exterior is a caring and wise mentor. She doesn’t tolerate nonsense, and can tend to be overly logical in her decision making. She has a weakness for children, and always tries to spare as much as she can for the begging orphans on the street. Rarely does she ever speak in anything lower than a bark, and frankly if she’s whispering at you, you’re probably in trouble. She’s a relentless and clever fighter, and often shocks her opponent when she swings her Elvish Greatsword with such ease. She is getting up in the years, though, and would rather use smaller one-handed swords or daggers. The greatsword was a gift, though, so she keeps it around.