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Arkanis
So finally finished this thing! Also known as "So how do I show the Ascended fuckery in Arkanis?"
With nebulae obviously! Anyways have this very upset Joshi slowly losing his mind in Kogoruhn!
And the fic that accompanies it! (note: Fic is a horror fic, my talents lie in horror and sad)
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mareenavee · 11 months
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Nyenna ☼ & Teldryn ☾✩
First art of Nyenna and Teldryn for my fic, The World on Our Shoulders! Done by my friend, the most esteemed Painting.Roses on Insta.
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venacoeurva · 7 months
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This sums them up pretty well
Ironically Wren is a werewolf
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thana-topsy · 6 months
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Revisiting these old “Ask Teldryn” moments from Instagram! I can’t believe it’s been so long. Had a great time with these.
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beastiesandsundries · 10 months
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Slightly Better (tm) skyrim sexyman. Ft. my corprus scarred nerevarine headcanon.
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My goal was the have his warpaint (or tattoos) mirror the ridges of the scars in a way. Probably gonna revisit this design 1000 times
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dilfsero · 1 year
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Teldryn and Aegis being in love by @nordek-art !!
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friend-of-giants · 7 months
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@orfeoarte it's been months but I finally finished my DTIYS Nerevarine Teldryn from your lovely prompt so long ago! Original prompt post here.
I tried to make the moon and star in his hands look like fire magic. Also had way too much fun messing around with the background.
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hater #1 yzralys
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metallic-scaled-scarf · 10 months
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Artwork of my Nerevarine Teldryn Sero, but with a twist—! He's young, and easily manipulated, and ready to go through The Horrors. Don't worry that's most Nerevarines but yk, it counts for something.
This was so fun to put together, as I'm trying a new fire technique, and I'm quite happy with the result!
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Below, WIP shots.
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You know. If you headcanon Teldryn as the Nerevarine, then theoretically, from a certain point of view, a player character could technically still win the Skyrim Sexyman Poll. Hypothetically.
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Woo! Finished another one, took a long time. No. 3 in elves hanging in or tavern adjacent.
This is my dumb Nerevarine Teldryn play through so...eh...
He gets the mohawk-rattail hybrid mullet as well, that's just the in-game 2002 style.... and I'm accepting the style, it is fun to draw and paint XD
I'd put this after the Bloodmoon expansion (I play Main, Bloodmoon then Tribunal ) but before the Oblivion Crisis where he goes off to Cyrodil to fight and fails miserably.
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mareenavee · 8 months
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WIP Whenever~!
Oh hey it's actually Wednesday already! I have been tagged by a great deal of amazing people! Let's see -- @kookaburra1701, @ladytanithia, and @skyrim-forever! I'm tagging the similarly fantastic: @paraparadigm, @polypolymorph, @changelingsandothernonsense, @thana-topsy, @thequeenofthewinter, @dirty-bosmer, @wildhexe, @expended-sleeper, @throughtrialbyfire, @elfinismsarts, @rainpebble3, @saltymaplesyrup, @gilgamish, @tallmatcha, @archangelsunited, @snippetsrus, @miraakulous-cloud-district, @nuwanders and YOU. Yes you. Please absolutely consider yourself tagged and tag me back if you post! Here's a snip of chapter 30 of The World on Our Shoulders. Some of you may have seen versions of this before :> More soggy emotions, because, of course. OF COURSE.
Teldryn buried his face in his hands and Geldis squeezed his shoulder. He let the silence wash over him — not that it was actually silent. The crowd left him anonymous, another sad fool alone at a bar, which, to be honest, was for the best.
“She doesn’t want me here, either. She wants to go home, back to just…everything she had before. Even after what we’ve survived. Even after realizing what we are,” Teldryn said. He picked at the sweetroll again, crumbling it onto the plate. “She doesn’t owe me anything, of course. I was the s’wit who thought for half a second the feeling was mutual. And clearly, I was wrong.”
“Did you ask?” Geldis asked. Teldryn glared at his friend.
“Oh, I don’t know, Geldis. Did I ask my married friend if she lo — ” He paused and cleared his throat. “No, I didn’t ask her.” He sighed heavily again and crossed his arms over his chest, mind filled with the iciness of the distance she’d put between them, even after everything. A whole northern sea, dark waves to drag him under and everything. He’d added to it, too, not innocent at all in the endeavor. He shivered. “I didn’t have to.”
“You’re an idiot, Teldryn Sero, that’s what you are,” Geldis said evenly and put up a hand to prevent him from protesting this. “You’re gonna carry this around until it tears you apart instead of resolving it — just like a hundred other issues I’ve seen you struggle through. And you know what? It is, in the end, up to you to make the changes instead of cozying up in the corner over there deep in your cups, becoming another mess I’ve got to clean up.” He leaned in and shook Teldryn’s shoulder. “Even if it’s a no, it doesn’t mean this is the end of the world. But clear the air, for Gods’ sakes. And let her go if that’s what she wants. Plenty of fish in the sea, no matter what you believe about fate and other nonsense.”
Fate and other nonsense indeed.
He didn’t say anything at first. Geldis understood part of this, in his way, but not the entire story. Not the echo. Not the gravity of the situation Nyenna was about to face. Teldryn had lost someone he’d loved before due to the trappings — or failings — of heroism, watching across a vast expanse of sand as the earth quaked under his feet, leagues away from the damage. The Red Year, not long after he’d chosen to leave everything behind. A whole life he’d refused, a whole person he could have been instead of…this. He was no stranger to wrong choices and the urge to simply…run away. To put it all behind you and keep going. From an ultimatum or a destiny, it didn’t matter — the cause was the same. Guilt, fear, grief, and a deep unshakable conviction that you are simply not good enough. And have never been.
Sometimes she visited him in his nightmares, the one he’d left for the job in Elsweyr. She was still so clear in his head, almost two hundred years later, like he had only just turned from her offer of peace. When the horrors faded and left room for regret, he felt the memory of her hands held tight in his like the ghost of a missing limb. Every so often, he swore he could still smell the light scent of her coda flower perfume, her own recipe mixed with sweetbarrel blossoms and the spice of juniper. There was never a time back then when his mind hadn’t been occupied with feeling stuck, so why did she still torture him like this? It was as if she served as a haunting reminder of what could happen the second he let himself be seen. It would all be gone from him in a flash, and then what?
He did not deserve peace. Not then, not now. Part of him was still convinced all of this chaos with Nyenna was just another extraction of debt due to one God or the next for that specific misstep. Sometimes he could go years without remembering. Years soaked in Sujamma, true, but years nevertheless. But then, times like these? Given the chance to start over, it seemed he never quite could. Or perhaps he was never quite worthy. He both wanted to walk away and couldn’t.
Geldis was right in a way. Maybe if he cleared the air, then he could go and prevent another disaster. Or try. And then it could be the same as it’d always been. Square one. And Nyenna would fade from his memory, same as the rest, eventually, no matter how long it took. He had eternity, anyway. It would be better this way. Hurt less, if he was lucky, if he could find the words to begin with.
Sure. You keep telling yourself that, you s’wit.
He wanted another Sujamma, but he knew it would do him no good. He took the sweetroll that he hadn’t crumbled to nothing and bit into it like an apple. There were things to do to prepare for the trip to Skyrim. Geldis would have to accept the subject change. He wasn’t going to bring up things that had been done with long before Geldis was even born.
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hombrediablo · 9 months
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“Teldryn what do you even see in Aegis” silly
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venacoeurva · 6 months
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I have been stuck with the words “wife city” sang like an 80s rock jingle type thing in my head for some reason
I don’t have a wife to say it to so we improvise
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thana-topsy · 5 months
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I realized you're able to see the shrine of Azura from the College of Winterhold. Would Teldryn have any thoughts about it, given his past, or would he not care or give it too much thought?
Morning approached, though the sun had not yet broken over the mountains to the east of Winterhold. The sky had lightened to a dusky pink as the stars slowly began to fade into the purple edges of the cloud-dappled sky. Teldryn leaned against the stone wall atop the great balcony that encircled the College of Winterhold’s campus and gazed out across the gorge and over the sleepy city just beyond. He’d wandered, away from his warm bed and slumbering partner, out into the blistering cold to chase away the macabre visions that had robbed him of the final few hours of sleep. The intensity of the nightmares would ebb and flow, though they never truly went away. 
The massive black silhouette of the Shrine to Azura adorned the highest peak, overlooking the city. Like a hovering mother, Teldryn thought. When he’d first noticed the statue, he’d been briefly paralyzed with shock and nearly convinced himself that it was a hallucination. Because what were the odds? Here, in the frozen north of Skyrim. His mind had reasoned that they weren’t that far from Blacklight. The diaspora would have easily brought some of Her worshipers to Winterhold…
And yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it had all been planned. That the track of his life had always been carved ahead of him, and he was simply rolling along between the grooves, picking up speed as he hurdled like a toy marble towards an unchangeable destiny. And She was always there to remind him of that—to keep him in his place—to make sure he remembered who he served and who his life really belonged to.
“Teldryn,” came a sharp voice from behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to see Neloth approaching with a pinched expression and hunched shoulders. “What in the blazes are you doing up here? Come back to bed.”
“Couldn’t sleep,” he replied, turning his gaze back to the shrine. He felt himself relax marginally when Neloth stepped up beside him. He threw part of his cloak over Neloth’s shoulder, sliding an arm around his waist and pulling him closer. “I was about to enjoy the sunrise.” 
“It would be more enjoyable in a warmer environment. Were you trying to catch your death?”
“Not actively trying, no,” Teldryn replied with a half-smirk. “I’m much more subtle about my suicidal tendencies.”
Neloth let out a bark of laughter. “I’ll concede you that.” 
The silence lingered between them as the first golden rays of dawn appeared over the mountains, streaking across the sky and chasing away the lingering twilight.
“I wonder if I should visit the shrine.”
Neloth shifted closer with a shudder. “What shrine?” he asked, his breath hanging in the air. 
“The shrine to Azura. Up there.” Teldryn pointed. 
“Oh. Curious. I never noticed it.” 
Teldryn snorted in amusement, his grip tightening on Neloth’s waist. “The giant, impossible-to-miss statue, and he says he never noticed it.”
“Has it been there long?” 
Teldryn’s laughter echoed off the stone walls, and he turned to press his face to Neloth’s neck. “Thank you,” he murmured.
“What in Oblivion are you thanking me for?” Regardless of his peevish tone, Neloth’s arms encircled Teldryn’s waist with a softness he only seemed to reserve for him.
Teldryn didn’t feel the need to clarify.    
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Thanks for the ask, anon! I decided to turn it into a small writing prompt.
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dilfsero · 1 year
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Aegis and Teldryn caught kissing (NOT clickbait)
Beautiful art done by @/lunehowls 💛💜
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