#mortvalis

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I can't stop drawing blind nord men.

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Just in case tumblr is a butt

Tried to work out how Mortvalis' face looked during slow points at work. I've never been happy with how I draw him.

I think this might work. It's a lot blockier than I usually draw Mort's head.

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Mortvalis is fifty years gone, and Bielrin, the stubborn mer, is finally starting to accept it.

A thing I wrote because of reasons. uHu ))

There is a mer in town who has the titles of Bard and Dibellan, but he does not accept commissions for his songs. And while he visits Dibella's shrine for hours and mentors young artists new to Her worship, he does not practice the arts Dibellans are most known for. Refuses offers, even, from anyone who scrounges up the courage to ask. He wears dark clothing, and always carries a lute on his back.

Sometimes he can be found busking on a corner, playing songs on that battered lute that made you think of high vaulted ceilings and golden summers, songs that make you smile. 

When it rains, he plays tunes that make you weep, instead. When he sings on these days, it's always about love. There are gossips who think he's star crossed with someone he can't have, and when he overhears them, the smile he wears looks painful.

As it happens, the mer has children old enough to have children of their own. They're a motley bunch, and not a one of them has Bosmer blood that anyone can see, but they love him dearly. They visit him every few months, and it's the only time you can remember him laughing honestly. When questioned, only one of them gives a straight answer. 

He is a widower, and in mourning. Has been for these past fifty years. The humans in town marvel at that- surely he doesn't need to mourn that long? Oughtn't five, maybe ten years be long enough for anyone? The mer, though, only nod.

You meet him, once, and though he smiles at you and it reaches his eyes, he looks tired.

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Biel/Mort Masterpost

because I remember Snipah wanted one

What started it all

A smooch

Makeouts + fic

which gives Mort a wet dream that night

They meet properly

That time that Biel's evil cupid powers were turned on himself

They sleep together for the first time (not connected to cupid date)

Biel owns Mort for two hours due to grey mages

NSFW drabble

Rape nightmare

Mort comforts Biel after nightmare

Mort has a fantasy about waking up to a bj from Biel, this is exploited by grey mages. And this happens.

Something set in Eastmarch but wasn't finished. Probably would have gone naughty.

Mort protects Biel in Windhelm

Biel freaks out

((Mort thinks of committing suicide, steals a bottle of poison from Enno))

J'Darro gives advice

Advice from Garrett as well

((more advice from Wordy and Erandur that I don't have on hand))

((Mort goes about almost drinking the poison ))

Biel goes to make up with Mort

The next morning 

Magic sight

When Mort loses the sight

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Anonymous Prompt: Sunlight

This time when he woke up and thought I love him, he did not run.

Rebloggable version because I REALLY LIKE THIS ))

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livestream request: Modern Mortvalis and Bielrin

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Prompt: Mort/Bielrin make out because of reasons

I hope he's okay with this! -grins-

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THE GREAT GREY MAGE OF DIBELLA DEMANDS YOU GO AND KISS MORT.

Far be it from me to refuse a fellow Dibellan!