#lilmothiit

[midbyte]

never settle on a first attempt

[daggers-and-claws]

I spend way too much time thinking about extinct elves in the elder scrolls- like the Falmer, Dwemer, Ayleid, and left handed elves are so interesting???? also other extinct races like lilmothiit and kothringi are obviously cool too. I wish we could know more about their cultures. Please tell me about your oc with an obscure race people.

[lobo-inu]

🖤 【 WIP Wednesday 】

✧ Tagged By ➳ nobody as of queueing this post ✦ Tagging ➳ @bonestrewncrest @solar-nightengale @guppyscolita @hircines-hunter @stormdrawsstuff @neonbeasts @littledragondork @bostoniangirl21 @eatthatsweetroll @shadylex @sulphuricgrin @sanzas-reverie @lothach and anyone else who'd like to participate. <3

since my Tumblr-specific hiatus, i've had a lot of WIPs accumulate in my files. i'll be sharing handfuls of them each WIP Wednesday! for now, we'll start with these:

🖤【Casran and Stumpy】 - for @neonbeasts, as part of an art trade. the rendering's been such a struggle x_x

🖤【Miraak/Robin doodle】 - this will go at the end of a mini 2-page comic that takes place post-Everlong; it's mostly just a practice page in preparation for Everlong as a comic itself... >.>

🖤【Jester lilmothiit(???)】 - a character that is part of a Curodiilic traveling freakshow group in my private tes server

🖤【Robin】 - most recent WIP that will be fully rendered. takes place pre-Everlong.

🖤【Robin's tarot card】 - it will be matched with my Miraak tarot card, along with many future ones i'll be making for the comic

🖤【Miraak and his horse, Strunmah】 - this has been a WIP for quite some time, but i'm sharing it in hopes that it'll motivate me to finish it x)

[elderscrollsconceptart]

Lilmothiit

Concept for The Elder Scrolls: Online

Art by Corey Loving

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Note: Artist used Skyrim mods (pictured) as references

[thefinalsnart]

Started playing modded Skyrim again and fell in love with my Lilmothiit character, Nanna. So I had to learn how to draw furries to do him justice (still learning.) He's a member of the Companions, and likes to garden and build furniture.

[m1shaan]

TES Pinup Challenge Days 26-28 "Gray Fox"

Feat. a Lilmothiit, based on unused ESO concept art, because that's what the prompt meant by a "Gray Fox", right? ;)

[saphronethaleph]

Time Served

“There’s a further problem,” Esbern said, grimly. “A serious one. I’ve discovered who the Greybeards’ leader really is.”

The Nord glanced up at Matherion, fixing him with his gaze. “He’s a dragon. Not just any dragon, but the right hand of Alduin. Responsible for many atrocities during the ancient Dragon War.”

“...and?” Matherion asked. “The Dragon War is, as you say, ancient history – and he’s been teaching mortals the Thu’um for thousands of years.”

“It’s true that his crimes are long in the past,” Esbern conceded. “But justice does not count the passage of years.”

“Yes it does,” Matherion replied.

The Lilmothiit Dragonborn tilted his head, tail lashing. “Do you understand what you’re talking about? Or is there any form of justice you understand that isn’t execution?”

Esbern scowled. “Justice demands that this dragon die for his crimes. My oath as a Blade demands it.”

“Well, now,” Matherion replied, air hissing through his muzzle. “Let’s talk about that, shall we?”

He pointed. “Your oath as a Blade demands the death of one who was responsible for such crimes in a time of war – regardless that it was a war. Would you say that’s correct?”

“Of course,” Esbern agreed. “I would have thought that that was clear and obvious.”

Matherion nodded. “And then – there is that Paarthurnax, separately, was the one who first taught mortals the Thu’um. The leaders of the rebellion against Alduin were his pupils, and without his actions then Alduin would have been impossible to defeat. If it is a good thing to defeat dragons who wish to rule mortals, then Paarthurnax is the root of all of that.”

“Irrelevant,” Esbern replied, with a shrug. “Good actions cannot erase past crimes.”

“I see,” Matherion said. “So… you do remember that the Blades are responsible for the Great War, correct?”

Esbern blinked.

“...what?” he asked. “You blame us for the crimes of the Thalmor?”

“A book in your hideout declares that the Blades acted inside Dominion territory prior to the war,” Matherion countered. “That they could do what the Penitus Ocultus could not, and that the Thalmor were not fools, and knew early on that the Blades were an enemy. They presented the heads of Blades agents found inside Dominion territory to the Emperor as part of the declaration of war.”

His tail lashed, then he trembled slightly and got it under control. “Esbern – did you commit any crimes in the Great War?”

“You compare me to this dragon Paarthurnax?” Esbern demanded. “My crimes are nothing like his!”

“So how long should you be exiled for?” Matherion replied. “Esbern, Paarthurnax has been in self-imposed, peaceful exile for around four and a half thousand years. When Alduin’s Wall was constructed, he had been a pacifist three thousand years.”

“How can you be so sure?” Esbern asked. “You have been taken in by the lies of that dragon.”

Matherion shook his head, and his eyes danced with fire.

“Don’t you understand?” he asked. “You know I am the Dragonborn because of the death of Mirmulnir. I absorbed his soul – and his knowledge. I took in his memories and all that he was.”

The foxkin sighed. “It is… something that I regret, but I accept that it was necessary. Alduin’s return had too strong a hold on Mirmulnir, and drew him down to once more fight for the one who he so adored. And Mirmulnir is not the only dragon who must be stopped… but not all dragons must be stopped. It is the fact that they fight for Alduin which causes that.”

“So that is it, then?” Esbern asked. “You will not act to fulfil the oaths of the many Blades who went before?”

“If the oaths of the Blades required the death of dragons, then they were singularly bad at it,” Matherion muttered. “Mirmulnir and Paarthurnax were friends, Esbern. Friends for longer than the Empire has existed. I know him as well as I could know anyone… and I know far better than the garbled tales of Alduin’s Wall.”

Esbern shook his head.

“If you are so blind as to believe the thoughts of a dragon over Alduin’s Wall…”

“Esbern, think!” Matherion pleaded. “Alduin’s Wall was constructed three thousand years after the Dragon War! My people vanished less than one thousand years ago, and so much of what people say about them is nonsense – that we have many tails, that we have many forms each like all the moon-forms of a Khajit at once… no. I trust dragon’s memories over the garbled recollections written down more than half of the way between the Dragon War and now.”

He fixed Esbern with a glare. “I think there is still good the Blades can do, Esbern. But if this is something that you and Delphine think is something I must do, that you must insist and that five thousand years of exile is insufficient punishment… then we must part ways.”

Esbern said nothing, and Matherion turned to leave.

At the door, he paused, and looked back.

“It’s a shame that the last of the Blades turned out to be the least of them.”

“Do you want me to kill you, foxkin?” Esbern demanded, surging to his feet.

“You swore an oath,” Matherion replied, forcefully. “The Blades are meant to work for me, as I am the last Dragonborn… and no other Dragonborn, nor any leader of the Blades, for the last several thousand years has considered Paarthurnax’s crimes to be irredeemable. Are you an honourable man, Esbern, or do you want to clutch at the scraps of justification you can find, so that you can tell yourself that your life was not wasted? That your beloved order did not waste itself provoking a war and get itself all but destroyed, partly at your behest, mere years before Alduin’s return that was their reason for existence for forty-five centuries?”

Esbern looked like he was poised barely short of killing violence, and Matherion’s claws dug into the frame of the door.

Then he sighed, and let the tension leave his furred shoulders.

“When you decide what’s important, I’m sure you can come and find me,” the Lilmothiit said. “There’s only one foxkin in the entire country, it’s not like I’ll be easy to miss…”

[yppngmtt]

i fucking LOVE only drawing my ocs from the chest up LOL anyways dis is nadja, my lilmothiit! she's my one asshole character and im so glad i made her. she rotates in my mind very often

screenshot of her in game.... this is very old and im not 100% sure if i even have her save anymore.... sigh