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Cheating and using this for Wip Whenever. Graciously tagged by @thequeenofthewinter @kookaburra1701 @gilgamish @saltymaplesyrup @archangelsunited & @dirty-bosmer ✨

Tagging back: @wraith-caller @mareenavee @changelingsandothernonsense @polypolymorph @aesadraws @snippetsrus @sneaksandsweets @mirrordaltokki @dei2dei @terralia

WIP: The Perfumer (Elden Ring)

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The oldest scent in Pheta’s memory is green. Specifically, it is the bright, fresh green of a newly unfurled leaf. She likens it to the skin of an apple—tart, but not enough to make her eyes water. A morning scent, sunlit and beaded with dew. She has tried countless times to recreate it. It is a fool’s errand, for a memory so old is bound to be flawed. Even with Leyndell’s Royal Gardens at her disposal, the best she can hope for is a pale imitation. She thinks she catches a whiff of it as she grinds a pinch of Fulgurbloom. The yellow petals hiss and spark as they’re crushed against the pit of her mortar. Pheta closes her eyes and opens her mouth, analyzing the aroma. She manages to isolate the sharpness, but it is not what she is looking for. What stands out more than anything else is the smell of the soil that yielded the flower: red clay, redder blood, sparse rain. She sighs, expelling the scent from her senses, and continues to grind.

#Pheta the Crumbled #matcha scribbles

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WIP Wednesday

Long time no write.

Tagging: @gilgamish @wraith-caller @archangelsunited @aesadraws @saltymaplesyrup @ludicrous-musings @kookaburra1701 @dirty-bosmer @mirrordaltokki @thequeenofthewinter @nomorescore @whatsarasaid @downontheupside

As always, no pressure.

Rays of Gold - a story of pre-Shattering Leyndell

Chapter 1

Liurnian dawn was identical to Liurnian dusk: bleak, blue, and plagued by a mist so thick that it crept between the plates of Darian’s armor and burrowed beneath his clothes, settling upon his skin like cold sweat. As it collected at the base of his neck and ran down his spine, he clenched his gloved fists and fought the urge to shiver. None of the other men appeared bothered. He would not be the first to complain.

The waterlogged earth sucked at his boots, and the loud squelch that accompanied each step had long since gone from grating to infuriating. Stopping even for a moment would cause him to sink into the loamy soil; so overburdened was he by steel, leather, linen, and the weight of his own pride. He pressed on, ignoring the chill and the ever-present miasma of petrichor and wet rot. Bravely, he straightened his back and looked up to address his Master—or, rather, his Master’s horse, for his head barely came up to the beast’s shoulder.

“They’re saying the new Lord Lowell has Liurnian sympathies,” he declared.

Sir Owain’s horse snorted. Owain himself didn’t so much as glance down at his squire. “And who are they?”

“The men.”

“Which men?” The harshness of his tone caught Darian off guard. “If you volunteer information, be ready to disclose where it came from.”

“Sir.”

“I abhor idle talk, Darian.” 

“Sir. My apologies, sir.”

Had the discussion ended there, Darian would not have pushed further, for he knew better than to test his Master. To his surprise, Owain spoke again. “House Lowell has served Leyndell for centuries. We’ve never had reason to question their loyalty. The new Lord was educated at the Academy of Raya Lucaria. That on its own isn’t indicative of treason.” He shot Darian a pointed look. “Do not suggest such a thing again.” 

With that, Owain urged his steed to a canter and rode to the front of the line. Darian squared his shoulders and apologized to the ground, watching listlessly as muddy runoff welled up in the craters left by Lamaech’s hooves. He imagined the same filthy water seeping through his pores and diluting his blood, then leaching deeper still to rot his bones.

Only the carriage remained relatively unmarred by dirt. It was massive—needlessly so, for it was only meant to carry one passenger—and obscenely ornate, every inch adorned by curling flourishes, scalloped columns and garlands of laurel. Darian assumed it was just as sumptuously appointed within. Lord Lowell would spend the next three days warm and dry, and his sainted shoes need never touch the ground. 

One of the trolls tasked with pulling the carriage sank to its knees, exhausted. Its companion stopped, looked about nervously, then began to moan in distress. Darian felt a pang of sympathy for both creatures as his comrades drew their swords and approached the pair, banging on their shields and shouting threats. 

He glared reproachfully at the carriage. Such trouble, and all for one Lord.

#elden ring #d hunter of the dead #eventual d/rogier #Leyndell #the lands between #matcha scribbles #the golden order #darian elden ring

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Nooooooo, don’t get stabbed to death by Fia at the Roundtable Hold, you’re so sexy hahaha~

#elden ring #d hunter of the dead #darian elden ring #shibari #🌶 #matcha doodles #sketch

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Carnis and her Slumbering Egg dispenser.

#elden ring #elden ring fanart #the golden order #the lands between #fromsoftware #fromsoft #fromsoft fanart #matcha doodles #sketch #confessor #tarnished #Carnis of Asadia

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For my wonderful friend, @gilgamish ✨

Tides to Carry Us Home | AO3

In the wilds of Skyrim, the vast majority of outlaws last no longer than a season. Friendless, broke, and addled, Felix Allectus is well on his way in joining this population when he discovers the ruin he meant to occupy is not, in fact, unoccupied. After a harrowing encounter with the denizens inside, he rescues a man who would have otherwise met a horrible end, and it all seems the perfect start to a beautiful alliance.

Only issue, the man is a bounty-hunter, and an extremely skilled one, at that.

#reboob because I love Felix very much

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For my wonderful friend, @gilgamish ✨

Tides to Carry Us Home | AO3

In the wilds of Skyrim, the vast majority of outlaws last no longer than a season. Friendless, broke, and addled, Felix Allectus is well on his way in joining this population when he discovers the ruin he meant to occupy is not, in fact, unoccupied. After a harrowing encounter with the denizens inside, he rescues a man who would have otherwise met a horrible end, and it all seems the perfect start to a beautiful alliance.

Only issue, the man is a bounty-hunter, and an extremely skilled one, at that.

#tes fanart #kaidan skyrim #the elder scrolls #skyrim #tes v skyrim #skyrim fanart #skyrim OC #tes OC #tes #matcha doodles #friend OC #color background

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Hi, everyone :) Thanks for reblogging Barbored Core 6!

B4r-b1e wakes up from cryogenic suspension with a steel-reinforced spine, a metal jaw, indestructible limbs, infrared eyes, an internal UI, and little left of her humanity but the will to survive. She remembers a cul de sac. A beautiful house. A man…Ken?

No. No, that name means nothing.

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WIP: The Perfumer (Elden Ring)

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The oldest scent in Pheta’s memory is green. Specifically, it is the bright, fresh green of a newly unfurled leaf. She likens it to the skin of an apple—tart, but not enough to make her eyes water. A morning scent, sunlit and beaded with dew. She has tried countless times to recreate it. It is a fool’s errand, for a memory so old is bound to be flawed. Even with Leyndell’s Royal Gardens at her disposal, the best she can hope for is a pale imitation. She thinks she catches a whiff of it as she grinds a pinch of Fulgurbloom. The yellow petals hiss and spark as they’re crushed against the pit of her mortar. Pheta closes her eyes and opens her mouth, analyzing the aroma. She manages to isolate the sharpness, but it is not what she is looking for. What stands out more than anything else is the smell of the soil that yielded the flower: red clay, redder blood, sparse rain. She sighs, expelling the scent from her senses, and continues to grind.

#matcha scribbles #elden ring #leyndell #Pheta the Crumbled #Elden Ring fanfic #the lands between

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Guess who’s replaying FFVII 🌸

#ffvii remake #ffvii #ff7 #ff7 remake #aerith gainsborough #aerith #square enix #matcha doodles #sketch #final fantasy #final fantasy 7

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B4r-b1e wakes up from cryogenic suspension with a steel-reinforced spine, a metal jaw, indestructible limbs, infrared eyes, an internal UI, and little left of her humanity but the will to survive. She remembers a cul de sac. A beautiful house. A man…Ken?

No. No, that name means nothing.

#an inside joke got out of hand #armored core 6 #fires of rubicon #ac6 raven #c4 621 #augmented human c4 621 #fromsoftware #armored core vi #matcha doodles #color potraits #Barbored Core

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No new art today. Look at my AC.

#armored core 6 #ac6 #fires of rubicon #matcha shitposts

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Correct.

621 / Raven | Armored Core 6

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WIP Thursday

I've been tagged in a few weeks' worth of writing games. Thanks for thinking of me, friends! 💗

Let's see WIPs from: @whatsarasaid @gilgamish @thequeenofthewinter @changelingsandothernonsense @mareenavee @saltymaplesyrup @kookaburra1701 @dirty-bosmer @mirrordaltokki @aesadraws @paraparadigm @dei2dei @expended-sleeper @thana-topsy (no pressure, of course)

Rated B for Blood. Here's a bit from Krosis.

As the years passed, I discovered something peculiar: I could not dream. Mine was the deep and untroubled sleep of frozen lakes and slumbering pines. Silas dreamt for me, and when he dreamed he was many things: a soaring bird, a running deer, a prowling wolf. I envied him, for I, too, longed to see in the dark and feel my hackles rise before a storm. When I told him this, he shook his head and said, “It’s more than that. When I dream of being an animal, I’m hungry—so hungry it hurts, Einarth. My heart beats too fast. I can’t get warm. I don’t remember this,” he added, gesturing around us. “Our home, my hands, my feet, my body. I forget what it’s like to be here. To be me.”  He claimed to know the clean, sparkling scent of freshly fallen snow. But he also knew the feel of a living thing writhing between his teeth, the smell of steam rising from torn flesh, and the copper-rich taste of hot blood filling his mouth. As a wolf, he knew the pleasure of eating, and as a deer, the horror of being eaten. I thought I could endure both just to know how it felt to fly.

#tes fanfiction #The Reach #Reachfolk #Greybeards #High Hrothgar #the elder scrolls #elder scrolls #einarth #tes #skyrim #Krosis #matcha scribbles

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One of my favorite Tarnished, @thequeenofthewinter's brilliant Lisinia ❄️

Thank you for letting me draw your glintstone girl!

#elden ring #tarnished #elden ring fanart #fromsoft #soulsborne #thequeenofthewinter #friend oc #matcha doodles #color background

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621 / Raven | Armored Core 6

#armored core 6 #armored core #ac6 #ayre #621 #c4-621 #Handler Walter #fires of rubicon #matcha doodles #color portrait #Tank top? Girl that's a tank bottom

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"Sir, your brother Olivier has been named CEO."

#ffxvi #ff16 #dion lesage #final fantasy 16 #bahamut #sketch #matcha doodles #modern AU #ff16 dion #final fantasy

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The lovely Nyenna for the even lovelier @mareenavee ✨

The World on Our Shoulders by MareenaVee

This is a tale of two timelines. On one side, we have Nyenna, afraid and alone, fleeing into Skyrim from the horrors of her past. She is whisked away from her trouble for the briefest of moments, finding light in the deepest darkness. She falls in love. She gets married. Tries to settle down. Does all she can to learn new skills and earn a living and build a good, happy life with a comfortable future she never thought she'd be able to achieve again. And then, one day, her mentor sends her on a quest that would end up altering that future forever in unthinkable, unimaginable ways. She wakes up in the night, hearing the call of dragons in her head, and she can do naught but follow. And of the other side of things? Mistakes have been made along this path becoming this legendary thing. The bards sing of her deeds - and her misdeeds - and all eyes are on her now.

#the elder scrolls #skyrim #tes fanart #friend oc #sketch #matcha doodles #TES #Bosmer #Wood Elf #tes v skyrim