#arissa

[artofshinga]

First art of 2025, since it feels like a brooding-on-a-rooftop kind of vibe so far this year idk

[lumiosemuseum]

Today on "making images that are meant for one person and one person only (and that person is Me)" is an updated version of my HC Kalosian Royal Lineage ^.^ with some new names and new faces.

I decided to make Korinna Lysandre's distant cousin in order to tie-in mega-evolution to the main story a little more... however. My reason for making Wulfric another distant cousin of Lysandre is simply bc I wanted to. They have similar eye shapes to me... sorry to Gurkin that I omitted you in order to save space.

Auguste is the guy whose portrait is on the wall in Parfum Palace, who supposedly "looks like AZ" (he doesn't really, but they Are related...).

I originally made Lucerne to just be Parfum Palace's owner since in-game he's just a generic NPC design but he's become a very interesting guy 😭 and so I decided the brotherly relationship between Lysandre and Lucerne is a parallel to the relationship between AZ and Xanthos, though of course they're not exactly alike.

I feel like I had more I wanted to say. However. I forgor 🙏🏾

[littledevilswaltz]

FATE OF THE ARGOSI SPOILERS

I know y'all are mad about lesbians not knowing Ferius Parfax, but please consider my favourite Sapphic thief: Arissa

I don't know what do tell you but...

Arissa has officially outclassed Suruga Kanbaru and Ferius Parfax for me as a Sapphic queen.

She is THE funniest person on that fucking continent. I'm in a tent, sweating my ass off and still giggling up a clown fest over these two scenes.

(Also, why is there no Ferius x Arissa on ao3? MUST I DO EVERYTHING MYSELF??????)

[incorrect-custom-followers]

[noire-pandora]

I got tagged by @roguelioness and @sarya-lavellan​ to use this picrew. Thank you for the tag. It was a cute one!

I made Elluin Lavellan

And Arissa Surana:

I’ll leave this with an open tag, for anyone who wants to do it. Tag me so I can see! 

[red-king4]

Lucien, at any given moment:

Hoth:

Arissa:

Vilja:

Inigo:

[ferallymine]

Silence after the Storm

A/N: I wrote this a while ago and forgot to post it!!!! Whoops~

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There is a common saying about the calm before the storm.

 Inigo and Arissa stared. Serana covered her mouth. Cicero slunk back and pulled his hat over his face, attempting to hide. The Spectre lowered his head, as if he had something to do with what happened. The world seemed to sit still in silence.

The Daedra had come after them. Suddenly. All at once. No warning and no mercy. They shouted war cries for Dagon, making the group realize that they had stumbled upon his shrine in Skyrim.

 And she just…snapped. Something inhuman in her was let loose.

 Aria was a flurry of frost, silver, and blade. She’d been her reserved and quiet self just seconds prior and now-

 Now all the attacking Daedra simply ceased to exist. Not dead, for there were no bodies. Aria screamed in unholy rage and they…vaporized. Disintegrated. Disappeared.

 Aria stood alone for a moment to long. She dropped her blades in the snow, which no longer felt cold, skulked to the cliffside and-

 The rocks cracked under the sheer power and brute force of her anger-filled punches. Blood ran down their sharp edges but she continued. On and on all alone in this silence that only the sound of her crying and rocks breaking filled.

 Curse these Daedra. And Dagon. And what they did to Cyrodiil and Martin and the Blades and-

 One crack spread up to far, causing a large boulder to slip from its place up top. Before it could crush her, Aria teleported away. The boulder sank into the snow and the redhead sank down next to a tree near it.

 She cried, then. She cried for Martin, whom she disappeared on without telling him why. Cried for Cheydinhal, and how she couldn’t save her dark Family. Again, for her new Family in Falkreath. Cried for Lucien, because it felt lonely these last two hundred years and he had abandoned her.

 …she cried for herself. For what happened to her in Dawnstar. For the parents who never loved her. For the innocence that had been taken from her in the beginning of her tormented life.

 “We…should talk more about our pasts.” Serana whispered, mainly to herself but the others heard her.

“And make up for our mistakes.”

The group looked to the Spectre, who now walked towards Aria.

 His ghostly hand was oddly warm against her shoulder. Aria didn’t look up- didn’t want to see his face.

“Aria…” He spoke softly, “…my love. My beautiful Nightshade. My Listener…”

She tried to stop herself from crying. She failed.

He moved his hand to her face, over her own hand, “I was a fool. I abandoned you all these years.”

She looked up, just slightly over her hands.

“I know I can’t change the past, but let me be apart of your future. Let me be there for you as I once was.”

His thumb wiped a tear from her eye.

“I was there with you when Dagon attacked. I was there with you and Martin through all of what happened in the Crisis. I was so scared of losing you after the fusion.”

Aria’s breathing slowly calmed.

“…I lost sight of that, and in the end, you lost me. You’ve lost so much already and I shouldn’t have taken myself from you.”

She finally made eye contact with him, gauging his ghastly facial features.

Lucien smiled, “I know it’s a long road to get back to where we once were… But I love you, Aria, and I will do whatever it takes to earn you back.”

 Silence. Just the cutting chill of the wind sounded, as if the world waited to resume on Aria’s command.

 Aria removed her hands from her face and looked down at them. The gloves were torn and bloody, but her Aura had healed the cuts and bruises from her punching fit.

 “I think…” she started, voice fractured and quiet, “…I think…that…I still…love you. And I…wish things were…better than they were.” Her hands shook.

His hands clasped over hers, “Believe me, I wish that too. I’ll fight with you and your friends to get us there, again.”

 She looked up at the sky and closed her eyes, “One day.”

 They arose and rejoined the other four. Inigo led them down the mountain to a small enclave, where they set up for the night. The world seemed to resume its life and sound as night fell.

 Arissa sat next to Inigo, both of them keeping first watch and the fire going.

“So…” She started.

“Hm?”

“That was…something. With Eve.”

Inigo sighed, “She knows how to keep herself wrapped up. Who knows what else she’s gone through.”

“She’s always so calm though. Who could have ever guessed what storms she has inside.”

The khajit laughed at that.

“What?” the thief crossed her arms, “What’s so funny?”

Inigo turned to her, “There is a common saying about the calm before the storm. But no one talks about the deafening silence after the storm hit.”

[dovahtomes]

She’s tired.