telizere

[telizere]

Here's the art for upcoming second chapter of @gaydr0id's crossover story Drift Compatible. If you want to see what happens when you mix Pacific Rim (big robots, bigger kaijus and even bigger egos) and Detroit Become Human (so what if they're not androids in this one? they still have to find a way to deal with all the nasty emotions, plus make said big robot works), here's your chance!

It is a part of D:BH Tiers Big Bang 2025 event, created and moderated by @cptjh-arts.

[pastwiska]

Let me bounce from this question to expand on the last post. Or maybe lay the foundations for future posts I'm going to continue this little narrative I started.

Sometimes I start random runs just to explore some different factions and gameplays, but lacking time in recent years, I usually have just my deafult run going- focused mostly on MQ and exploration It may seem weird that I've been sticking to the same character and the same story for so long, but I wrote a lot of roleplays with people, based in TES world and I played Dalance through a lot of stories happening far in the future. I still have my favourite partner in crime to write stories with (for far more than 10 years now!). We are still adding new events, whole personal and political plotlines to the game events, new characters and themes. So for me the Nerevarine story from 3E 427 is just Dalance’s distant backstory, as the Morrowind worlbuilding was a cool base to build a lot of new thing on.

So both in my gameplays and in my stories we're stuck with Dalance.

Her story is mostly about a person who rose to the occasion when it was needed, fulfilled the prophecies, had to learn to navigate the tricky culture and history of Vvardenfell. Your typical survivor, more luck and stubborness than brain. And at the same time somebody too young, too naive, without enough life experience to be able to keep herself on the top, to understand what this victory meant for her path, the consequences of it. She did well with the prophecy, guided by other people and lucky coincidences.

Morrowind taught her that everybody around has their own agenda, nobody tells the whole truth and each person fights for themselves, their clan or house. So in order to survive, she became a master of pretending that she knows what she’s doing, acting sure in her decisions, so that nobody could use her vulnerability against her. And she had a lot of them, starting as a very poorly socialised outcast from the Imperial City, who spent many years in prison just because of her own gullibility.

The path of Nerevarine taught her a lot, from survival skills gained by exploring the island with her intense curiousity and questionable self-preservation instincts, through navigating the alien, sometimes outwardly hostile local culture, to the melee training which she received from the Blades on Balmora. (katana as her weapon of choice is a remnant of said training). Still, she struggled a lot to make anything out of her life.

(Some moving art for attention)

[pastwiska]

Day 7 of trying to be more active

I have morrowind installed on my PC since... forever. Sometimes I don't play it for months; sometimes I jump in for a short sketching session. I also have ongoing gameplay that I'm moving forward very rarely. I was playing a bit during the new year break and It appeared I was right before one of my favourite quests from MQ!

I have some mods installed. Not a lot of graphics enchancing ones. A lot of details/clutter mods and tons of sound mods. More varied sound effects and rich bg noises library makes me really happy (and scared in the right places).

I also have the Kogoruhn Expanded mod and I've seen it in action for the first time. It's awesome!

I really like how going to Kororuhn seems like a huge task. You're breaking into the base full of insane monsters and powerful creatures who made themselves at home there. Between all the broken, stacked furniture and smuggled goods there are hidden stories of people who slowly lost their autonomy and lose to the voices in their heads.

They remind you how close you were to the same fate, infected by corprus disease. Bells and screams still affect you. They slowly drive you insane in this endless labyrinth, making you confused why you're even here.

Well, yeah, to prove yourself as a fearless warrior to the Ashkhan.

At some point the more powerful of those creatures don't even bother to fight you. They just question the point of your actions. In the end you are the intruder who is attacking their stronghold. Alone and barely starting to understand the bigger picture.

[telizere]

i am so glad to see Dalance again. And her Dwemer boots, of course!

In my opinion Kogoruhn was never about proving yourself but rather about getting rid of you. The ashkhan has nothing to lose sending you there. If you die it's a clear sign your claim was false and he got rid of a blasphemer. If you survive it still means nothing. You recovered the tokens, but your claim is still unchecked and as Nibani Maesa says maybe you have only a small part to play in Nerevar's return. Kogoruhn has always left me shaken, like many other points in the main plotline but, come to think of it, the greatest strength of Morrowind is that it asks the questions, but rarely gives the answers. You can save and quit the game, but the questions are images remain in the back of your head...

[latelylately]

the fortelling

[telizere]

Breathtaking!

[cptjh-arts]

Broken Parts and Mended Hearts

Bonus Art! This art is basing on the comment from @telizere

"The Killer Duckling has violently imprinted on Gavin. Gavin, baby, what have you done? You shouldn't feed any Killer Ducklings that come across your way."

I immediately had to draw this XD (Also the idea evolved and will be continued....)

Do not post as your own art, share without credits, feed to AI or use for commercial purpose.

Link to the fic:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[telizere]

Awwww, he is perfect! Look at his tiny legs and very prim and proper collar!

I promise you the story is not crack, no matter how it may seem (based on the picture above)! It's intense, well written and very engaging, also katlakitty and @cptjh-arts make you feel right at home, answering every single comment and, as you can see, indulging your random insanities.

Go ahead and read it.

[yaknowlikenyah]

We need to bring back the bait fish because sometimes it feels like yall can't tell when someone is trolling you

Look at him! He's so cute and he knows that someone posting stupid, brain dead or offensive comments is just trying to get you mad, and you should make fun of them for that.

We as a website need him back in our lives

[telizere]

I couldn't resist.

[martyfive]

so, here are my first attempts to give the whalers from dishonored some cyberpunk’77 vibes! and since i’m pretty sure all of them are silly daud’s children he somehow adopted to start his absolutely legal business they — you guessed it — look like they dress in night city’s second hand shops and have exactly one brain cell that is permanently situated in billie’s head:

“aren’t we all wearing gas masks ‘cause of your constant smoking, boss?” — billie lurk (allegedly)

i find this all extremely fun and i want more.

[telizere]

Whalers gonna whale no matter the universe!

@whalers-gonna-whale

[its-always-sunny-in-city17]

spocktober day 4

[telizere]

This is basically every monday experience :D

[telizere]

Here is my piece for DBH Reverse Big Bang (@dbh-bb). I was partnered with @rking200 as the writer and we explored an idea of alternate universe where Captain Allen was so impressed with Connor, after the android managed to successfully negotiate the release of Emma Phillips, that he fought tooth and nail to procure Connor for SWAT (as tactical robot, electronic control weapon, protective gear, part of the Team).

You can read rking200's story here .

Also I got my hands on a tablet! I usually work with ink so it was a challenge to switch from paper and pencil to drawing digitally. After finishing lineart I decided to add basic colors and then it snowballed from there but I think I managed not to fall into Realistic Beaver Show category :D

Alt Text: Captain Allen and Connor stand face to face. Captain Allen is in his full SWAT armour. Connor wears a lighter version of SWAT armour. His LED is hidden, Captain Allen holds out to Connor his coin, Connor reaches for it but is hesitant to take it. Captain's Allen posture is confident, while Connor is slightly hunched and his head is bowed.

[thecraftybear]

A big Thanks, I Hate It to CDPR for the Fury Road cameo in Cyberpunk 2077, demonstrating the fact that Night City is a crapsack setting where even the slim, but tenacious hope shown in MMFR gets obliterated right out the gate (specifically the gate out of Biotechnica Flats). Seriously, fuck you very much for kicking me right in the feels and not even bothering to hide the characters' names (seriously, it's so on the nose it doesn't even count as an easter egg at this point).

Now that I've gotten this out of my system... I kinda want to make and play a character in tabletop Cyberpunk based loosely on Max. An ex-cop, skirting the edge of cyberpsychosis, avoiding making friends just in case he loses someone again and gets pushed over the edge, but actually in dire need of people who would nurture his remaining humanity.

[telizere]

I still have a second edition Cyberpunk 2020 corebook gathering dust somewhere. Just so you know.

[thecraftybear]

Hello, midlife crisis. I've been expecting you. *gives crowbar a few test swings* Shall we begin?

[telizere]

"I am forty bears old!"

Does this sound familiar? Happy birthday @thecraftybear! :)

[nientedenada]

The Disturbance at the Waiting Door - Another of the Cases of Canon Telvayn

The great detective, Canon Telvayn, solves yet another case as chronicled by Healer Adras of the Temple. A short mystery story/Sherlock Holmes pastiche set in Morrowind. Read it on A03 or under the cut here.

In all my years assisting the Canon, it never ceases to amaze me how often he comes to the truth of a situation without leaving the Temple. Yes, on occasion, he will need to go out - the Temple requires him to perform a number of duties and Canon Telvayn is a loyal son of the Temple. But when it comes to the cases I enumerate in these records, you will notice that the Canon often ascertains the facts without leaving our temple. He will inevitably send me or one of the acolytes to check his conclusions but we rarely find him wrong. One such perfectly intuited case was the bizarre set of circumstances I am calling here The Disturbance at the Waiting Door .

This case originated with a visit from a very upset parishioner of the Temple, a devout mer of advancing age, Muthsera Vadeni Serano. The acolytes of our temple had already been out to her house to give her aid, with no effect. I showed her to the Canon’s study, where she told us a horrid tale.

Muthsera Serano has lived peacefully in the same house for nearly two hundred years, venerating her ancestors at a small Waiting Door. She described it to us as an alcove in the wall of the front room, holding small slivers of bones resting on a base of ashes. Most of her family’s bones have gone to the Temple for the building of the Ghost Fence. 

“A commendable shrine,” commented the Canon. “But you say it has been vandalized?”

Muthsera Serano nodded. “Every day for the past two months, when I rise, I find a small bit of bone knocked out of the alcove, lying on the floor. I first questioned my great-grandchildren and the slaves, but none would admit to doing it. I called an acolyte from your Temple to come and bless the shrine again, to make reparations to the Ancestors.”

“You did well,” said the Canon automatically. Despite his many eccentricities documented in these pages, he always encourages the piety of the common people. 

But Muthsera Serano’s ordeals had only begun that day. As she explained to us, the event repeated itself every day after.  She lectured her dependants, set guards upon the room, emptied the house of all family for seven nights in a row, and even brought the case to the local guard. But each morning, she would find the bone on the floor. 

“I fear an evil force is meddling with our waiting door. Do the Daedra ever meddle with our shrines like this?”

The Canon shook his head. “I doubt it. The waiting door is guarded by ALMSIVI and your ancestors.”

“But Canon Telvayn. How can any living mer cause this sacrilege? We have done all we can to watch the Door. We never see anyone remove the bone.”

“Tell me, Muthsera, is it the same bit of bone you find on the floor each morning?”

“Yes, your reverence, a small bit of a knucklebone.”

“Do you know from which ancestor the bone originates?”

“I am sorry, your reverence. I have been remiss in my care of the shrine. I have never taken any particular notice of the individual shards’ provenance.”

“There is no fault in that, Muthsera. The bones and ash act as an anchor to the whole array of ancestors. But it is curious that it is the same piece of bone each day. Tell me, was there any event or ill omen that preceded this disturbance? Anything awry in your family?”

“No, your reverence. Our family has been in good health and prosperity.”

“Three months ago I oversaw the marriage rites of your great-granddaughter in this very temple. How have the young couple fared?”

“Well, your reverence. She and her husband are residing in our household.” Then the implication hit her. “Your reverence, you’re not suggesting her new husband is involved in this sacrilege? He was away visiting his parents when this first happened.”

“I am not,” the Canon assured her. “He appears to be a filial mer who will be an asset to your House. How long after the wedding did the disturbance begin?”

“Nearly a month later,” Muthsera Serano replied. 

“And you say that your great-granddaughter’s husband had departed the home when it first occurred?” “Yes, your reverence. His mother was suddenly taken ill. He stayed by her side for some weeks till she died.”

The Canon looked to me. “Adras, what do you think? Is there a possibility here that the good woman has overlooked?” 

I do not enjoy it when the Canon puts me on the spot like this. He invariably already has an answer in mind but likes to test me, to see if our years of collaboration have taught me any of his skills. I would like to object to him that I am simply a healer in our temple. Yet these pages show I have developed a keen interest in his work of deduction, and so I play along in these moments. One day, I may hit on the correct solution. It has not happened yet.

“Perhaps the disturber uses an invisibility spell” I suggested.

Muthsera Serano shook her head. “We thought of that. The guards brought in one of their best mages to pierce any such spell.”

“As I thought,” the Canon commented. “I believe the answer is more simple than either of you imagine. I daresay there has been no sacrilege at all.”

“But, Telvayn!” I roared, forgetting to show him the proper deference of his rank. “How can you say that? This woman’s family has been terrorized every day by the awful treatment of their ancestors’ remains. What is this if not sacrilege?”

“Is it sacrilege if the ancestors act on their own initiative?” the Canon asked. “Muthsera Serano, I think that if you question your great-granddaughter’s husband, you will find this particular bit of bone is the one that he brought to the Waiting Door as part of the marriage. No outsider is vandalizing your Door. Your ancestors are rejecting the bone of this outsider.”

The woman was immediately skeptical. “If it's the bone Bolyn brought, why wasn’t it rejected right after the wedding?”

“ You must ask the young mer. But I can predict his answer. He found the bone on the floor soon after he settled down in your household. It must have caused him great fear and anxiety, to see his new bride’s ancestors reject his union to the house. Is this young mer an early riser?”

“Yes, your reverence. He’s up even before I am.”

“There you have it. Every day he replaced the bone in the shrine before the rest of your family woke. But then he was called away to his mother’s sickbed. He could no longer replace the bone. That is when you began to find the rejected bone.”

“If this is true,” Muthsera Serano replied with a grim tone, “This marriage displeases the ancestors. We will have to send Bolyn back to his family.”

“Let’s not be hasty,” I said quickly. “Perhaps the Canon is mistaken. Bolyn may not be involved at all.”

The Canon laughed at that. “By all means, make sure of my theory, Muthsera Serano. But even if I am right, there may be a less drastic solution to the problem. Adras, I will need to take a look in our temple registers, I may find aid for the Serano family within them”

I was mystified by his comments, but he refused to explain further. In fact, he seemed delighted to keep us in the dark. I took it as a good omen. This reticence usually means he is on the cusp of presenting his audience with a satisfying unforeseen conclusion.

  The good woman went back to her family to confront the unfortunate Bolyn and the Canon went to our archives. He emerged a few days later with a triumphant look and ordered me to summon not only Muthsera Serano but her great-granddaughter and her husband to the temple.

Bolyn Serano, lately Bolyn of House Salvu, was a handsome young mer with a hang-dog face. He had confessed to replacing his ancestor’s bone in the shrine and expected the Canon to dissolve his marriage to his distressed wife Lliana. The Ancestors cannot be gainsaid in these matters.

The Canon, however, welcomed him warmly. “This has been a most confounding mystery,” he continued. “Clearly, the revered ancestors of House Serano have rejected this bone you bought from House Salvu.”

Lliana Serano began weeping then. “Calm yourself, Muthsera," the Canon chided her. "Your ancestors did not reject your husband, merely one of his ancestors.”

“How can you know that?” Bolyn demanded. 

“The Ancestors are not cruel. They linger in our world to bless their descendants. I am satisfied you are a good husband to Lliana, and will uphold the house you have joined. I would not have presided over your marriage rites if I had any doubt.”

This is true. Canon Telvayn is very conscientious in all his Temple duties, and somewhat notorious for refusing to marry couples when he finds the marriage unworthy. 

“I concluded, therefore, that the problem was with the bone itself. Do you know the name of the ancestor from whom the bone came?”

Thankfully, Bolyn knew more about the provenance of his ancestors’ bones than the Serano family did of theirs. He gave us the name of his ancestor, a certain Madres Salvu.

The Canon nodded in recognition. “I have been studying the registers of the Salvu and Serano families. I found a record of a betrothal some three hundred years ago between Madres Salvu and Noveni Serano. However, the betrothal was put aside very soon after.”

“I remember that story,” Vadeni Serano spoke up. “My great-aunt Noveni was left at the Temple door by a scoundrel who was seeing a Khajiit behind her back.”

“The records do not state the identity of his paramour,” the Canon said quickly, a note of annoyance in his voice at this lurid detail of family gossip. “But we can be certain that the spirits of the Serano family were not happy to receive the bone of Madres Salvu into their midst, not after he had jilted Noveni.”

“So what shall we do now?” asked Vadeni Serano.

“Remove the bone, and ask the Salvu family for a less objectionable one. Preferably from someone more recently deceased with no links to this old tragedy.”

“My mother died not long ago,” Bolyn spoke up. “I could ask my father for a piece of her bone.”

“An excellent solution,” the Canon pronounced. “I will await the results with interest.”

They did as the Canon had ordered. The offending bit of bone was placed back in the Salvu family shrine and replaced with a sliver of bone from Bolyn’s mother. A few days later, Vadeni Serano returned to tell us that there was peace now within the alcove. The Serano family had welcomed the newcomer and through her, her son.

This is not the most shocking or complicated case that I have recorded in these pages, but it is elegant in its simplicity, as I told the Canon afterward. He remarked that all mysteries are more simple than they seem, the complications are only in the search for the truth. But as you know, he sees everything rather differently than the rest of us.

Notes:

I read a lot of Sherlock Holmes as a kid. Can you tell?

There's no official lore about mingling ancestors' remains at the Waiting Door, but it seemed like something that might catch on in some Dunmer families. And gave me the idea of ancestors who can't stand the other ancestor and keep knocking his bone to the floor.

[telizere]

Two of my favourite things: detective story and dunmeri Ancestors' shenanigans.

[dharmaart]

I've been self medicating my sadness by painting yaks.

[telizere]

Out of sadness comes the beauty.

[allsystemsblue]

Yasmine Wüster

[telizere]

It feels like beginning of creation myth. Poignant.

[an-orsimer-and-a-gentlemer]

I really wish Zenimax writers took a long, hard look qt how covid affected our world and tried to work it tastefully into ESO's worldbuilding (i mean, it's been what? Twenty years since the Knahaten flu's initial outbreak? Short enough for young Mane candidates to have childhood trauma about it).

Have the Redguard started celebrating the Day of Shame already, after turning away the Crimson Ship from their shores? Is there a consensus among them about it, seeing as all ports in Hammerfell turned it away before it sailed out into the Abecean again, or is it a point of contention among political factions, or perhaps even on an individual level?

Did the epidemic spreading from the south affect the Dunmer much? Did House Telvanni focus their slave-taking practices on Argonians as immune to the flu, or away from them and as potential asymptomatic carriers? I mean, they have the highest number of secular healers and researchers among the Houses, it's impossible thay they ignored a calamity developing just south of Morrowind when they stood to gain knowledge or profit from it, or at the very least a way to cut their own losses in resources and manpower.

For Western Tamriel, the Knahaten Flu was an exotic disease at first - something happening far away and treated as gossip fodder, most likely, not a real threat. Moreso than covid, really, since common folk don't fly around Tamriel overnight for business and pleasure. So when it finally reached Hammerfell? High Rock? Summerset? They were unlikely to be prepared. Especially Summerset, an isolationist land of folk convinced of their unshakable perfection. By the time they closed their ports on Auridon to foreigners, the disease already started incubating in Altmer, who then dragged it everywhere from Skywatch to Shimmerene to Alinor, from Sunhold to Cloudrest to Silatar (assuming anyone still lived there).

Even the hardy, disease-resistant Bosmer in the deepest heart of Valenwood were afflicted by this merciless, mammal-targetting new germ. Of course they blamed the Khajiit, whose lands sat halfway from Argonia and whose Baandari caravans travelled all across the continent. How come nobody ever raises that as a problem among the Dominion, instead focusing on Altmer being just plain Racist Because Tradition and Bosmer having a bad case of Our Forest, Our Rules towards people who have no spiritual obligation towards Yffre?

Perhaps the members of Ebonheart Pact keep together not only because of some Bonding Moment at Vivec's Antlers, but because they all weathered the disaster better? Nords are hardy and tropical diseases don't spread well in cold climate. Dunmer, as i said before, probably were the first to react, and while Telvanni may have opted out of the Pact, other Houses could have been saved by Temple healers and Almalexia herself, playing well into her politics and giving her more clout when pushing for the Pact. Argonians, as we know, remained unaffected, and in fact had their work cut out for them managing the lands abandoned by their mammalian neighbors - Kothringi, Lilmothiit, Imperial colonists around Blackrose and Whiterose prison forts... This all probably laid foundations which were only cemented by the victory over the Akaviri.

Ah, i digressed again. What was i talking about?

[telizere]

That worldbuilding is your thing.

[lolt64]

knuckle tattoos

BEST FRND KNUK TATS LETS PALS LOVE YOUS KILL ALL❗ MOON COOL GOST HNTR SPAG HETY IRON PICK SLND RMAN FREE WRLD WRLD PECE XPLR WRLD SEEU ARND NUDE NITE WZRD SEX❓ SNTD CNDL RDDL SLVR GIFO RJIF LEFT RITE PUPT MSTR REAL COOL BALD GUYS VMPR BLUD WERE WOLF DEAD BODY 1DAD 3KID WATR BOTL LABY RNTH GOOD WORK DONT CARE WONT FUCK MUST FUCK FUCK THIS FUCK YOUS OUTA HERE IMSO DONE DIVO RCED NICE BALD BALD HEAD MARS FAKE CAR❓ CRSH TTYL L8RS S'BED TIME ULTI MATE OVER WTCH ARMY SUXX GLRY HOLE JAZZ SONG NITE MARE TERR ARIA MINE CRAF IGOT MAIL UGOT SRVD ITS2 LATE WISH DEAD SOOO SADD HPPY BDAY SKEL TONS FIRE BURN ICNO EVIL TBLR POST PORN GOOD SAND WICH CORN DOGS HRSE RLSH GTAR SOLO STYX SONG SORD FITE GUTS BSRK AQUA RIUS FIRE TRUK LAMP POST LITE HAUS BIBL REAL GODS DEAD DEVL WINS KILL SOM1 NUKE ERTH HELL 4EVA SLEP TITE ENDS HERE

[moniquill]

BOOK WORM

DIAB ETIC (contextual)

[queerce]

PORN BEST

SMUT PORN

SLSH GOGL

RULE 34!!

TRNS GIRL

TRNS BOY

KNOT TING

SING JAZZ

NEON MOON

BLUE GIRL

BLUE MOON

WERE WOLF

BUGS YEAH (or YEAH BUGS)

COOL BUGS

DINO SAUR

STAY COOL

STAY KIND

KIND NESS

KINK YEAH

JAZZ BABY

PINK LIFE

PINK 4EVA

TOON TOWN

[telizere]

MOON MOON

[dadfathers]

My final assignment color script for Kat Tsai class, which I made based on The Left Hand of Darkness… First row is when the rain clouds lift and they emerge from between the narrowed ridges and first see the ice across the valley of ice and volcanoes, and Estraven says “I’m glad I have lived to see this”. Mid row is a few separate scenes inside the tent: when Estraven is reciting the verse about “the left hand of darkness”; when Genly is thinking about how rather than happiness, they experienced joy during the journey; when Genly mind-speaks to Estraven for the first time. Last row is the last leg of the journey: when Estraven almost falls into the ravine, when they reach Karhide, when they lay together in the hollow before Estraven tries to cross back across the border