#aranea ienith

[corpusants]

No harm shall come to me, for I live under Azura's wisdom. Her foresight protects me. Her insight sustains me.

[cresu]

Just a couple of girlies sitting at the docks of Riften before shit hits the fan~ A scene from my fic that plays out in part 5.

Tumblr pls don't poop on the quality x_x

[the-bear-of-markarth]

"No harm shall come to me, for I live under Azura's wisdom. Her foresight protects me. Her insight sustains me."

[moriche]

TES Crushes

Which NPCs in TES (all games included!) do you crush on, and why? They don't have to be marriage candidates (in vanilla), just people you find yourself blushing around. Hell, it could be a Deadric Prince if that's what you're into. Name them and say what about them you find appealing! Then feel free to tag a friend or two!

I got tagged by @kookaburra1701, @hircines-hunter, @dirty-bosmer and @theoneandonlysemla

Since a ton of you have already been tagged I'm gonna keep this an open tag for anyone who reads this!

My brain is not really one for crushes, but there's a bunch of characters in TES where my first reaction was like "omg you are the coolest ever" so I'm gonna post a few of those! Also used it as a bit of artsy doodle practice. Morrowind

Jiub: "Not even last night's storm could wake you". Voice acting on five packs of cigarettes and a bottle of whiskey a day. I was sold. Divayth Fyr: Badass, aloof scientist-wizard who's pretty much equal to the Tribunal and who helps you out in-game? Yes please. Galbedir: I always feel so bad for her when I steal her soul gems ;.; And she's wearing one of the first really cool dresses you get to see in Morrowind to boot!

Oblivion

Mazoga: I love and loved everything about her quest. Badass Lady Orc Knight. What's not to love? Vicente Valtieri: I was a Dark Brotherhood girlie. And a goth. Could've been Lucien Lachance too but I liked Vicente more. Vampire, you know? Ocheeva: See above - bisexual Dark Brotherhood girlie ;).

Skyrim

Aranea Ienith: Devoted of Azura. Always felt a little sad when she stopped hearing Azura's voice at the end of that questline. Elenwen: Her voice is great. Loved it as Amanra in Age of Mythology, love it as Elenwen. Such a brilliantly messed up character and so intriguing. ESO Naryu Virian: Everything. 'nuff said.

[hadvarandralof]

daedra worshipping followers (my girls)

[catinabed]

Really liked this one so I decided to finish it!

[omgkalyppso]

[Content ID: art of three original characters. On the audience's left there is a woman with yellow eyes whose pupils are rimmed purple. She has long black hair and scars on her face and hands. She wears a red button up shirt over a very pale blue shirt, beige pants, and red socks the same color as her shirt as if they were made from the same material. On the audience's right there is a drow woman wearing two dangling earrings with a hair pin in her mouth. She has white and red hair. She is wearing a teal nightgown and brown slippers. She holds a ribbon and more hair pins as she pulls back one side of her child's hair. In the middle of the image is a high elf child, one half of their hair is tied in a braid, and they point at the pictures in a book while their mother braids the other half. They are wearing an orange dress over a blue shirt and green socks. On the floor there is a book which will be easier to see in subsequent images. It has markings to simulate text and a drawing of a dragon flying away from two stick figure men above a black robed figure standing between a crystal and a fireplace. In the background there is a grey wall, a blue bed on a wooden frame, and in the foreground there is a red rug, a blue blanket and a wolf stuffed animal. /End ID]

Happy mother's day to anyone to whom it applies!

I drew my high elf oc (a bg3 Tav) Étoile (they/he) with their adoptive mothers, my (skyrim dragonborhn) werewolf oc Wylla and the stolen npc Aranea Ienith, in honour of The Day.

Close ups below the cut.

[morihaus]

Beloved

I am a Lover of the Rose. Yes, even still.

For 200 years, I have been her priestess. Since the turning of eras, I've committed my soul to her, and in return, she has lent me her guidance. Gracious Azura, she foretold of the disaster on Vvardenfell that would redden the skies and choke the sun; she led her faithful to safety, far from the troubles that enveloped our homeland. I was a novice in the cult then. I walked the pilgrimage to Skyrim with so many others who, like me, felt the warmth and compassion of our goddess in the coldest of nights.

I helped to raise that statue and establish that shrine. I tended to it, I heard her voice, and obeying her wishes I tended to my fellows and myself. Azura is a spirit of love, of true, beautiful, all-consuming love. No matter how lofty she may be, no matter where in the heavens she walks, her love is felt by her faithful. Not one of us would ever doubt it. She bade us fly to Skyrim to escape the dreadful fate of our homeland, but also, to make preparations for those who would follow in our footsteps. Those who her voice could not reach, the blind, the deceived, the lost, her soul swells with love for even them. Our people flocked to Skyrim to escape the chaos of the Red Year, of the Arnesian War, of the fall of the Tribunal and the dawn of a new era, and it was we, the Lovers of Azura, who welcomed them, who guided them as she had guided us to the embrace of her sanctuary.

It has been some time since I last visited that shrine. I spent centuries there in worship, in devoted service to the brilliant soul of my Lady. I worked with others to make a place for our people, to soothe their pain, to give them surety and guidance in those dark times, but little by little, they began to dwindle around me. Lady Azura is kind, but her prophecies are not always so. In those dark times, it was difficult to accept the fates of those around you, the horrible things foreseen. Tragedies like the collapse at Winterhold, the deaths of so many more Dunmer who had taken this place as their new home… not all were made to withstand these tests. In the end, only I remained.

And I remained because she had told me to. Because one day, her Champion would arrive in this land, to that very shrine, and defend her honor. She told me this long before her birth, over a hundred years in fact. And for all she had done, and still did for me, why would I refuse her request? Was it not the least I could do? Did I not do it out of love?

As I kneel before her image, I can feel the eyes of her Champion on my back. I am not atop that mountain, not at the feet of her statue, but instead at Windstrad Manor in Hjaalmarch, knelt before a traditional etching of Azura. The one who took me away from that place of sacred duty is standing on her porch, wrinkling her nose up at the goddess's portrait.

Azura's Champion is not fond of her. Who can say why? Why it is that she was destined to be her chosen, this I cannot surely know. I can no longer ask my goddess such things. Our tie has been severed, well and truly, with the completion of Vivynne's duty, and my own. But I can wonder-- stare up and wonder at the blending hues of twilight and attempt to decipher her scheme. Sometimes I do. Other times, I only lock my hand with hers and lean close.

Why it is that she dislikes her, she has told me herself. While it is true that she has never been fond of marching under the orders of her betters, whether her family, her house, or the gods themselves, she has quite adamantly argued that she begrudges the manner in which she has treated me. It took some time to understand what she meant. After all the wonderful things she's done for me, after saving my life and the lives of countless others, what have I to complain about? I would not have lived and loved in devotion to her for so long if there was even a shadow of doubt. Vivynne knows this and never means it to insult me, but in her eyes, it is unfair to have served her for so long only to receive nothing once my work is done.

And when she tells me this, time and time again, I smile so that the creases of well-loved centuries show around my lips, and I say this to her. "I did not receive nothing."

I said I wasn't sure why Viv was chosen, yet in my own time, I have reached some conclusion.

It had to be someone like her, ash of the earth, whose irreverence would shock me, unglue me from that stylite station of long-held duty. For so much of my life, that was all I knew. Serving the Queen of Dusk and Dawn, her intermediary, her follower, her Lover. It's who I became under her light, a mirror of her loving soul. Could anyone but Viv have coaxed me off that frigid perch? Could another devotee have roused me from that complacent pattern of true and tireless loyalty? Lady Azura knew my path- she has known it since the moment she first spoke to me, since the moment she foretold of her Champion's coming, she knew I would serve her well and never waiver, and one day, that I would be relieved of my service, and that she would need to relinquish me.

It seems cruel, I will admit. Viv said I was cast aside the moment my purpose was fulfilled. But how can we pretend to know better than the goddess whose sight extends across the twilight of time? To mortals, the actions of gods seem arbitrary, but we, their lovers, we can scarcely glimpse the depth of sentiment in each and every choice they make, and we know, I know, that she has not abandoned me. She has not let my love for her go unrewarded, unanswered. It was her who brought me a new love, a kind of love I could only grasp if I had left. If her champion convinced me to leave. If her champion was a jaded wizard without any heed for the gods or their worshipers.

So when Viv tells me I've been abandoned, overlooked, ignored by my goddess, I only laugh and press myself against her. When we lay together, our bodies so perfectly intertwine, as though they were always intended to. And here and now, when she wraps her arms around me and I bury myself in her embrace, I know, I am her most beloved.