Writings/Art and Musings of a crazy person

A blog where I will post fanfiction and fanart of various fandoms I am interested in. Mostly Genshin, Elder Scrolls and Lotr centric. Minors do not message me pls and thank you

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It’s WIP Wednesday!!!

tagged by: @theoneandonlysemla

tagging: @theoneandonlysemla, @lady-iizsil

I know I was technically tagged last week but then I was so slow with my creative process I decided to post it today!

I have finally had the time to work on my facfic again and decided to post a little part of what I have already written (although it very likely is subject to change):

Chapter 7 excerpt:

Heavy wind was blowing around her ears as she wadded through the thick layer of snow towards Saarthal.

Three weeks had passed since Morwen's last encounter with the Thalmor. Since then, most of her time had been spend trying to settle into her new routine at the College, studying for classes and researching the history of Saarthal for the upcoming expidition.

On the weekends, she still completed bounties for the local Jarl in exchange for some coin. It was still a rahter stressful line of work but also easy money and did not take to much of her time. Besides, it was a welcome opportunity to practise.

Mastery of the arcane arts wasn't easy and she found that spell that required a little bit more magicka were often to difficult to cast properly, it felt like she could not control the flow of mana and more often than not, she had to create movenments or stances that varied from the norm to be able to savely cast something. So practising on live targets was a good exercise, besides, her mother had taught her the basics of swordsmannship and she could still rely on the words of power she had learned, so even if her magic failed she wasn't completely defensless.

She wondered if she would encounter any new words in Saarthal as well. The others had told her that this was a boring routine trip and that there likely wouldn't be anything "exciting" for them. Although, according to J'Zargo and Breyla, "exciting" really meant "killing hordes of undead Draugr", so perhaps boring was fine.

Onmund also didn't seem to thrilled about this trip, albeit for different reasons. He simply believed it to be disrespectful to the ancestors. A sentiment she couldn't share either.

Still, while the others chatted in front of her, she mostly kept her thoughts to herself as they walked through the heavy snow towards the ruin. She simply hoped for a quiet and peaceful day of looking at some ancient relics, without any spiders or Draugr to chase her around again.

In the distance ancient stone buildings peaked through the snow, surrounded by scaffolding.

A few mages were walking around the ruin, carrying books, crates or tools for the excravation. For a moment, Morwen breathed a sigh of relief, believing that this might perhaps be a normal field trip. One with supervision and no unnecessary danger.

However, as they descended down from the scaffolding and walked towards the entrance, Morwen spotted those familiar black and blue robes and a grim expression. For perhaps the first time, she wished to have been surprised with a Draugr instead.

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Very Late WIP Wednesday

Tagged by no one really but I decided I wanted to try and participate again more since I am getting back into a creative spirit.

Tagging (for next week since I know some of u already did WIP Wednesday):

@lady-iizsil, @takatuo, @theoneandonlysemla

Anyways, with Oblivion I am getting back into the TES spirit a bit more and I wanna write and draw more. Especially Morwen and my other OCs!

Left to right we have her normal civilian clothes, her College clothes, and two armor designs (not sure which one I will adapt)

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So apparently AO3 has bots now…

From what I see this has probably been a problem for years and I have just been blissfully oblivious to it (I miss those days) but AO3 is a comfort website for me. I could just… exist there.

I just recently started posting more fan fiction because I am doing and advent calendar for a a friend and today when I posted I suddenly got comment after comment of people asking me to write them in discord for comissions. Apparently it’s a scam to get people to send money…

I deleted the comments and blocked commenting on the fic for now but… this is really frustrating to me, because I know that there are bots on here and insta and twitter and so on but… AO3 was always a save space for me and turns out there’s scams on there too. I know it’s a rather naive mindset but somehow, this upsets me deeply…

I used to always be so happy when I checked my mails and saw a new comment or kudos, it was literally a huge source of joy but now I have to dread even that?!

Originally, I was just writing another thing bc I am sick in bed but now I really just wanna go stare at the wall. There is no grand take away but I just needed to scream into the void for a second.

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Just one more thing…

An ailment has befallen Albedo and he needs Kaeya’s help to collect rare ingredients to craft a cure. However, it seems like the Cavalry Captain himself is not in the best of health…

It’s a one shot I wrote for a friend, thanks to @lady-iizsil for beta-reading!

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

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WIP Wednesday

so I have been tagged many times for WIP Wednesday and now I am finally having more time and muse to create again so I decided to participate

thanks to @theoneandonlysemla for tagging me so many times. I know it’s like months but I still wanted to post something the next time I actually had time to start creating again!

I have been working on a base model for Morwen from my fanfiction (In the eye of the Beholder - I’m also working on that again, crazy I know) and this is how I got so far:

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In the eye of the beholder Chapter 5

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

Ship: Ancano x OC

Chapter Summary:

Everyone is settling into the College while Ancano struggles to turn in his report on time.

As always a huge thank you to @takatuo and @lady-iizsil for Beta-Reading (and special shout-out to the later for being the original rp partner this fanfic is based on!)

[theoneandonlysemla]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @hircines-hunter and @skyrim-forever

Tagging: @did3lphis @dirty-bosmer @elavoria @illumiera

@ladytanithia @pocket-vvardvark @thequeenofthewinter

@rakaiawriter @sheirukitriesfandom @vanilleeistee

My Plan was to post some snippet of my newest smut shenanigans Crawl, dear but unfortunately it no longer is a WIP but up on the archive. Will start with chapter 2 this evening, but nothing for now is written. All the dirt still in my head! :P

Anyway, next Saturday is upload day for Dealings with Deadra and so you're getting Morotar being fucking terrified of Elenwen. Just know, he has his reasons.

Read under the cut, because 800 words.

The courtyard was deserted; the scattered guards on the fortifications the only living souls around. His gaze wandered, controlling. Everything seemed quiet, far too quiet for his bad gut feeling. Deep inside he knew, that his agitation was not rooted in rational reasons. He was safe in here, safer than anywhere else in this forsaken province. No one sought after his life just for being an Altmer or because of the dark robes that clothed him. Still, the uneasiness stayed. Sweat wetted his palms despite the biting cold and made the leather of his gloves stick to his skin. As he made his way closer to the main building, the smell of burning wood spread in the crisp air. A column of smoke rose from the chimney, swirling and fading into the crimson dusk. Morotar watched it, hesitating to raise his fist to knock on the door. Pressing his eyes together, he gathered his strength. All these worries that plagued him would not become true, he told himself.             Finally, his knuckles met the wood. The sound blared in his ears, spurring on the nausea. He sucked in a deep breath through his nose and let it out of his mouth again. It brought him little calm, but at least it was better than nothing. A key turned and the door swung open. A Bosmer woman stood in the frame, her dress of simple colours and her dark hair braided into an updo. From magenta eyes she examined Morotar, then stepped aside.

“The ambassador is awaiting you, please come in,” she uttered, her voice low and her head bowed, avoiding any eye contact.

Morotar did as she said and entered. A short corridor led him into the reception hall. The high room was dominated by the thick pillars of the arcades the carried the upper story. Massive black banners adorned by the golden emblem of the Thalmor hung from the walls. In-between two of the columns the ambassador stood. Amber light from the lit candles illuminated her figure and gave her face even more of a golden sheen. A motherly smile graced her lips, as soon as she noticed Morotar stepping into the hall. What must have awoken a sense of safety in others, just stiffened his shoulders. He halted in the middle of the room, standing tall and breathing low. Gleaming orange eyes scrutinised him from top to bottom, her expression ill-fitting with her simper.

“My prodigal son has returned,” she spoke slow, breaking the crushing silence.

Morotar bowed his head and thereby evaded her penetrating stare. The wetness on his palms grew worse and the little hairs in the back of his head rose with goosebumps running down his spine. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her approaching him as silently as a wild cat. A cloud of sweet, heavy odour engulfed him long before she reached him. Jasmine, her signature scent. Even fifty years ago, she had always applied a touch too much of it. Dizziness spread through his head, which didn't help his nausea. He forced himself to lift his glance.          Elenwen was standing in front of him. She hadn't aged a day since his last visit to the Embassy. He knew that she was doing her best to maintain her youthful appearance, but crow's feet were forming in the creases of her eyes, which even her bright, flushed eyeshadow and the kohl that rimmed her lids were unable to conceal.

“Some suspected you would never return.” She paused. “But I knew you would reappear. I never doubted you for even a second.”

“I didn't expect anything else from you,” Morotar said, trying to hide the trembling in his voice as best he could.

Elenwen brushed her fingers across his cheek as if to praise him for his satisfying answer. One corner of her mouth lifted a little higher, a pleased smirk now gracing her lips. At that moment, Morotar wanted nothing more than to pull away from her. She was too close; her pungent perfume was giving him a headache. But he didn't dare to move. His thoughts raced, searching for any kind of distraction.

“What have you arranged for the evening? I'm here earlier than I'd planned and I assume that supper isn't ready yet?” he gushed.

Taking a step away from her, he approached one of the windows. Night was falling, swallowing the daylight like a dark abyss. Massa was already visible in the firmament and a lone star twinkled towards him.          Elenwen had followed and was now standing next to him. His breathing grew shallow once more, in order to catch as little of her scent as possible.

“As we always do on the joyous occasion of your visit, we have planned a multi-course meal. However, we were actually expecting you to arrive later. You can take some time to recover from the stresses and strains of travelling, your room in my solar is ready and waiting for you. If you want to freshen up a bit, I can have a bath heated up for you,” she explained, now in a much more monotone voice.

“I’d be grateful for a bath. It is unusually cold for this time of season up here, isn’t it?” The weather, he thought, what a great distraction.

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Tagged by @hircines-hunter! 3-5 facts about your OC!

I feel like I talk about Ebony and Brenda a lot, so let's spice it up with my Breton mage Ursalie.~

Ursalie is very, very shy. She hates being the center of attention and all this "Hero of the Covenant" business makes her want to curl into a ball and let Oblivion take her.

Despite her shyness, if she's pushed hard enough she can, in fact, stick up for herself. Which will then result in her disappearing from the public for the next 3 to 5 business days.

Her favorite colors are black and yellow/gold; her mage robes are jet black with yellow accents. Kind of the Tamrielic equivalent of goth.

She has a heroic reputation from helping the Daggerfall Covenant, but it turns out Ursalie is very easy to persuade. All Jakarn has to do is give her a little smirk and Darien a wink and the poor mage will be second guessing every conversation from the last five years.

I shall tag @i-simp-for-fennorian, @fangsandsoftgrass, @rvnwtch, and @lithiumrev 💜💜💜 (never obligated to participate, but always welcome~)

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Thanks to @theoneandonlysemla for tagging me in this! (As usual I am kinda slow but nontheless here I am!

Tagged for 3-5 facts about your OC:

I have more OC's but rn I am mainly focusing on any- and everything that has to do with my girl Morwen so I think I'll go with her (without spoiling to much bc I do intend to reveal her backstory through my fanfiction and don't wanna ruin any suspense lol)

Morwen usually covers up her ears. She hides them under her hair (even tries to secure them there). There are multiple reasons for this but the main one is that she's ashamed of them because they are both sporting some major scars. I usually include them on art of her though bc I think they're fun to draw!

As a kid she had a major fear of fire, like any fire. She still hates being to close to open flames and even avoids using fire spells (sadly there are these giant lizards now that sometimes breathe fire and she's supposed to stop them, I kinda failed a little to implement this properly in the first chapters when she fought a dragon but I'll make sure to fix that later on... I edit the already posted chapters constantly anyways)

She has a few to many names for her liking, especially later on, but Morwen was the name she chose for herself so she usually prefers to stick with it. So far she would have also been called Ysmir by the grey-beards and she also has the name Marianna that actually has a funny story to it too. She did not come up with it on the fly at the College and if I am honest it was a very stupid impulse on her part to use that name.

Originally, Morwen was a Lord of the Rings OC, but that iteration of her is called Rúwen now.

She's in her early forties... but since I am not that old and do believe Altmer must age slower somewhat I'm treating her mentally to a human in their late twenties/early thirties. Fully developed brain but still little experience.

tagging: @lady-iizsil, @takatuo, @natyhowlett

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Headcanons and other things:

tagged for this by @theoneandonlysemla thanks again XD

tagging: Anyone who wants to honestly!

ragdollrory asked: Trick or Treat! :spider_web: It's not Halloween anymore, but hi!!

(Please share a headcanon, a preview of a wip, or anything else you'd like and pass it on!)

I don’t really have any WIPs written out atm bc I am busy but I do have a few Headcanons I would be more than happy to share

I really love how @silusvesuius draws Altmer, especially the accentuated facial features and the little tail :3 In my mind I kinda low-key started seeing them like this to the point where I get a little confused for a second when I look a the canon ones (especially ESO elves hurt my eyes, they are just humans with pointy ears!!)

Staying with Altmer appearances, I also low-key like the idea that their eyes glow in the dark (like cat's eyes do). I also know I didn't come up with this myself, I think I read it in a Tolkien book (or Tolkien tumblr post... basically the same thing) once a few years back but I cannot, for the life of me, recall where that was. But no, just imagine poor Onmund getting up in the night for a glass of milk shortly after arriving at the College and going down the hallways to see a pair of ominous eyes reflecting the mage light hovering over his shoulder. Poor boy runs back into his room screaming while Faralda and Nirya/Ancano just stand there completely perplexed like "The fuck?!?"

Knowing that Altmer cannot break of an engagement without being kicked out of the family I imagine there is a high demand for aqua tofania (non-traceable poison) on the Summerset Isles

I don't know if this is canon or not, but I like the thing that @cheesychickenwings introduced me to, where Altmer that become criminals sometimes have tips of their ears cut off to make them akin to 'lower races'

I have a lot more shit I think about but if I listed everything this post would be an epos so I'll cut it here for now ✨

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Sujamma Sundas:

tagged by @theoneandonlysemla twice now! So I'll just do both in this post at once! I think the two prompts were spotify playlist and OC facts so I’ll list them in that order

tagging: @lady-iizsil, @takatuo

Spotify:

Doing a Spotify playlist for Morwen is honestly really hard (especially bc I don't use spotify) but if Morwen lived in modern times I am pretty sure she'd be a fan of like old 70's and 80's music she listened to as a kid with her dad or really hardcore mainstream pop music:

OC Headcanons:

Since Morwen headcanons will be done shortly in another post I thought I would do two other OCs here that I usually keep in my basement and rarely talk about:

Corestir:

An Altmer male who is maybe like 200-300 years old (so deffo alive during the Oblivion crisis)

Lives in Alinor (in E4)

Was born into a lower noble house in Russafeld and therefore *really* into wine

Has to walk with a cane because he got badly wounded during an attack a few years back that left him badly wounded with a lot of nasty scars (You survive the Oblivion Crisis only to suddenly be stabbed in the middle of the night, typical)

Is married and very fond of his wife

Aleva Octavius:

Imperial woman in her late sixties (but she's still going very strong, probably has some Breton or elf in her blood-line)

A retired Blade in hiding after a failed mission during the late stages of the Great War

Lives in a small village with her husband and daughter

Although she escaped the war unscathed, and had to flee to keep her daughter safe, she still feels immense guilt and fear. She tries desperately to fit in with the other villagers and her mental issues are actually weighing heavily on her family

Strict Talos worshipper

[phoenixyfriend]

Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic

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WIP Wednesday

was tagged by the fabulous @theoneandonlysemla tysm!

no pressure tagging: @lady-iizsil, @takatuo

Since I try to spend my free time with more creative work and less sitting in front of the tv I actually have a little doodle of Elenwen (I have been meaning to draw her but Altmer faces are hard!!)

But anyways here is the little doodle I did of her:

[theoneandonlysemla]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @skyrim-forever and @ladytanithia

Tagging: @dirty-bosmer @did3lphis @tiredela @vanilleeistee

@firefly-factory @sheirukitriesfandom @thequeenofthewinter

@elavoria @illumiera

Okay, you noodles. I wanted to post something from A Taste of Death today but my problem was, that it was still stuck in my head. Then I got distracted with thinking about Ancano, Faralda and Ondolemar doing the dirty (canon is they smashed my ideas off the table).

Anyway, I did get around to writing and I just put out some stuff where I'm like "yes, that's the right amount of weird for this". So, little context: Ria has stayed back in the great hall of the fort to make some more healing balms and potions deep into the night and she got a visitor. Spoiler: IT'S ✨HIM ✨

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Who fell first? Who fell harder?

Who is the one who fusses the most? Does their S/O mind very much?

What is their love language?

Has either OC ever gotten a hickey off the other? What was their reaction?

What is something they like to do together?

Who would ask the "would you love me if I were a worm?" question? How would their S/O answer?

Who likes forehead kisses? Who likes hand kisses? Who likes neck kisses?

Who is the big spoon? Little spoon?

If there wasnt enough seats, how would they sit? One on the other's lap? One on the armrest? One on the floor in front of them?

Who plays with whose hair?

Who is clingy?

What is something their S/O does that makes them flustered?

What is something they find hot about their S/O?

What is something they argue about constantly? Is it a deep-seated issue or something small?

How do they comfort one another when the other is upset?

Who is the better caretaker? Does their S/O like being taken care of?

Who steals whose clothes? Does their significant other mind?

They've had a major blowout. How do they handle it?

How good are they are communication?

Who handles the spiders? Who screams directions in the background?

Who typically tends to initiate intimacy first (this can be a conversation, action or anything)?

What is something - either character - doesn't like about the other?

Who said "I love you" first?

Who kissed who first?

Do they have any pet names for one another?

Who gets jealous most often? How does their S/O deal with that?

Who tends to drive on long journeys? Who navigates?

Do they trust one another? Are comfortable discussing their fears with one another?

What's an insecurity they hold about their relationship?

Describe how one character would cheer the other up after a hard day.

How would they describe one another.

Can they communicate private thoughts whilst in company? If so, how?

Which one of them gives "that look" when they other is acting like a fool?

How do they address a problem in their relationship?

How does each significant other view any exes and former relationships?

What is something that would break their hearts?

Who is more likely to avenge their S/O if they were hurt or killed?

What would be their ideal evening in?

Do they dance? If so, who's better?

What is a song that reminds you of the OCs' relationship?

Who sings to the other? Are they any good?

Who teases who? What about?

Who gets up early? Who stays in bed late?

Who's more likely to bring the other coffee or breakfast in bed?

What's the worst thing the other can say to one?

If they were ever in a life or death situation, who risks their life?

If it ever came down to it, who is turning to the darkside to save the other?

If they ever had less that 5 mins to tell their S/O something before never seeing them again, what would they say?

Is there a word or gesture that makes either of them melt?

Who's the romantic?

Are there any characters who ship them?

Who cooks? Who does the dishes?

Who eats healthier? Who's got the sweet-tooth?

What's something that they don't really care for but tolerate because S/O has an interest?

Who spoils who? Does their S/O tolerate it? Do they secretly enjoy it?

Who tends to be the level-headed one? Who is feral?

Who reminds the other to wear a coat when it's cold out?

Do they hold hands?

Is there a spot they tend to kiss or caress habitual?

Are they willing to show PDA? If not, is there a reason?

How would they describe their S/O in one word?

How would outside characters describe their relationship?

How would they describe one another in bed?

Would they ever answer the above question if it was asked to their face? How would they react?

Who tends to take the lead in intimate encounters?

Have they ever been caught in the act? What would be their reaction if they were?

Have they ever done it anywhere questionable?

Who is more vocal? Who is more experienced?

If they were to go shopping, who holds the bags? Who decides where they go?

If they went out to dinner, who is paying? Would there even be a discussion?

If someone were to insult their S/O, how would the other handle it?

If someone flirted with or showed an interest in their S/O, how would the other react?

Who knows the other better? Why is this?

Who's more likely to bail who out of jail? Would they give the other one shit for it?

Which - if any - other famous ship's vibes do they emulate?

Are they soulmates? Do they believe in that?

What is something they would never forgive the other one for doing/saying?

Who has memorised the other's medical history?

Also, are they each other's first contact in an accident?

What tropes could be applied to this relationship?

Did they have a meet cute? Or was it a train wreck?

Make their relationship into a list of A03 tags.

Who gets frustrated more easily? Who does the other calm them down?

Have they ever almost lost one another? How does it effect their relationship?

Their S/O is tipsy. How do they handle it?

Who gives the best gifts? Who gives the more thoughtful? Who goes for expensive?

If they ever lost one another in a public place, how do they find the other?

What's the darkest secret they have ever told one another?

Would they ever consider marriage?

Would they ever consider starting a family?

Who likes kids more? Who can't stand them?

There's a puddle in one's way. What does their S/O do?

One has hurt their leg on a hike. How does their S/O carry them?

Their pet has caused destruction. Who puts the pet in jail? Who defends the pet?

Who gives flowers to their S/O? What sort of flowers do they like?

Who reads the newspaper? Who wants to see the cartoons?

How do they wake their S/O up? Is it difficult to rouse them?

Who would burn the world down for who?

Who gives off "they said no pickles" energy?

Make a meme of this ship.

You can ask me about: Nikolai/Misha, Alekks/Erika, Katya/Marina, Hadrien/Art

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In the eye of the Beholder Chapter 4

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

Ship: Ancano x OC

Chapter Summary:

Morwen finally gets to meet her new classmates and settles into the College

As always huge shout-out for @lady-iizsil for co-creating the thread this story is based on (and beta-reading), as well as @takatuo and @natyhowlett for beta-reading as well!

Have fun reading :3

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tagged by @theoneandonlysemla to use this Headcanon Generator:

Character Headcanon Generator

Character Headcanon Generator

Honestly? I had waaaay to much fun with this. This is gold XD

tagging: @lady-iizsil, @natyhowlett, @takatuo

Morwen:

(Yeah she kinda isn’t XD)

Imirièl:

(yeah… she does… no… she won’t)

Corestir:

(CORESTIR NO!!!)

Bonus: Ancano (I know he’s a canon character but I couldn’t resist

(ok the first one probably really happened, the second one I just can imagine so well for him)

[mjfass]

New ask game:

Reblog if you want your followers to tell you what your trademark ™️ is. Like, what’s that thing that really identifies you.