#aicantar

[tis-the-marmot]

And it was at this moment Aicantar wished he could disappear like the Dwemer

#skyrim #last dragonborn #aicantar #dragonborn #dovahkiin #the elder scrolls #skyrim oc #dragonborn oc #dovahkiin oc #oc #original character #conjurer #necromancer #breton #altmer #high elf #dwemer #dwarven spider #dwemer spider #skyrim fan art #skyrim art #fan art #digital art #comic #artist #tes #drawing

[thana-topsy]

NPC Sketch requests from discord!

Aicantar, Talvas, Isran, Savos, and…. A far too sexy Athis.

#skyrim #skyrim fanart #skyrim npcs #Aicantar #talvas fathryon #isran #savos aren #athis #topsy draws

[whitegoldtower]

Save a dragon, ride an elf.

#tesblr #skyrim #thalmor #altmer #ancano #ondolemar #vingalmo #aicantar #bosmer #dunmer #teldryn sero #faendal

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Calcelmo, to Aicantar: Yes, normally things need updates.

Calcelmo, pointing to various dangerous automatons and contraptions in the Dwemer Museum: If you update anything here, the entire system shoots itself to Oblivion and keels over dead.

Calcelmo: Stop updating stuff!

#duly noted #calcelmo #aicantar #dwemer #markarth #understone keep #nerevar queue and star #incorrect quotes #incorrect elder scrolls #incorrect skyrim quotes #tes #the elder scrolls #skyrim #the elder scrolls v: skyrim #source: tumblr

[gilgamish]

WIP Wednesday - Tides

(shhhh its still wednesday somewhere)

thank you @thana-topsy for the tag i have something for once

i tag: @tallmatcha , @dirty-bosmer , and @kookaburra1701 <3

Tides to Carry Us Home - Chapter ??

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Aicantar’s tower was perhaps the one and only place in Markarth that Felix felt completely safe. The Dwemer spider clanked by, crawling along the bookshelves as it re-shelved them — a simple task that he and Aicantar had spent the better of part the winter programming into the spider. Felix watched it work, letting his mind idle for a moment. Aicantar hadn’t needed the help in the laboratory.

Sure, he had been interested in having a Julianite work out the programming logic for him, despite the fact that Felix hadn’t written out a proof since he was thirteen. And at thirty-three, Felix had not felt equipped to help at all and admitted as much. But as he had soon learned, it wasn’t so much the logic or the deduction. Mostly ignored by the court and his own uncle, Aicantar just needed someone to keep him company, even if under the guise of needing help programming the automaton. He was stubborn that way. 

Harboring similar feelings, so was Felix, and their friendship had sprouted like a weed through the cracks. He watched the spider now, as it reached in with its tiny bronze pincers and pried another book from the stacks, then tossed it onto the floor. “It’s still a work in progress,” Aicantar said, sitting down with his slate and Felix’s notes.

“What’s the prognosis?”

“Now, I’m quite certain I can decipher your handwriting now, but…” Between them on the table, Felix’s scrawled calculations were strewn about. Aicantar had gone through each one, narrowing his gaze, occasionally taking a hit from his smoking pipe— another habit he had gotten from his uncle Calcelmo. “This seems like it should be wrong.” He passed the writing slate over to Felix, and on it, there was a far neater, cleaner rendition of his own math, replicated by Aicantar.

Felix picked up where he left off, “It just looks like it should be wrong.”

At which, Aicantar slid the promptuary machine over to him, and along its porcelain frame, there were the Dwemer runes that represented the figure, matching the one circled on the writing slate, and the Dwemer machine had yet to be proven wrong. “This is much more than I think would be efficient for your purposes. For the calcination process, anyway.”

“The fire salts,” Felix explained. “I’m planning on using them for that part. Slow and steady. Reliable.”

“You’d get the same results if you used bifocalized soul gems for much less. But I know you have some compunctions against it.”

“I do. Soul-magic and all that.” Felix attempted to wave it off, but Aicantar wouldn’t be so easily deterred.

“It might be worth it, giving yourself enough time to finish your… other projects.” Aicantar’s eyes were a deep shade of gold the like most Altmeri, but they were far more understanding that Felix felt like he could stand at times. Aicantar wasn’t old by Altmeri standards. In moments like these, it was hard to forget he had three times the life experiences that Felix did, which made it all the more difficult to disregard his advice.

Cursing his stubborn nature, Felix asked anyway, “Do you think it’s doable without it? With the miasma and everything else?”

Aicantar didn’t respond right away, taking another long pull from the smoking pipe. “Yes, however, that’s not really taking into the account the expense of resources, time, or sheer effort, for that matter.” He then offered Felix the pipe.

The lacquered black wood of the pipe was pleasant and smooth to his hand, cold and brittle with nerves; an incense-like mix of smoke coated the back of his throat and his lungs as he breathed it in and released the rest with a sigh. “Yeah, I had this feeling it’d be a tight ship to run.” What remained on the back of his throat and tongue was tarry and bitter the way he liked. Ravyn smoked something like this, didn’t he? They sat in silence, silver smoke curling into the study’s frigid air, occasionally broken by the skitter of the Dwemer spider as it carried out its tasks. The smoke had tugged a coil loose in him, and he almost felt incomplete without tension binding him together. “Doesn’t feel like I have much of a choice though, with what he wants to pay me.” And along the convenient fact he had threatened blackmail. Openly.

“How much is that?” When Felix stated the price, Aicantar whistled. “Most people in this city would be set with that arrangement.”

“I should’ve said I couldn’t make it. I wanted to, but…”

“At least you didn’t accept then and there. Perhaps, you may be able to negotiate the terms differently?” Aicantar’s words gave Felix pause.

On the day of that meeting, Felix had asked to examine Thonar, and when he cursorily took his pulse, the knock of the older man’s irregular heartbeat answered back with blood struggling to flow in his veins. A fury of Forsworn storm-magic during the uprising had left Thonar Silver-Blood with a weakened heart, worsening with age.

Now in Aicantar’s office, Felix wondered if fluid had already begun pooling in the man’s lower extremities. How much it would hurt to walk and conduct himself as if the valves of his heart weren’t being corroded by calcium creeping in like mildew. Calcium had been the main culprit, was the main statement in the other alchemist’s, writings; healers brought in from the rest of Skyrim only corroborated this, and it was this calcium would keep growing until it formed a dam in the valves of the heart, and then...

Aicantar stopped wiping down his writing slate. “You haven’t, right? Agreed to work for him?” Felix stopped his pencil. Smudging under his hand was a sketch of the heart and the aorta, now left a bulging smear.

“No,” said Felix wiping the charcoal smudge onto his pant-leg. The sketch of the aorta snaked down the margins of the page. Aicantar’s gaze landed on it. Though he had never been much for the arts, the image intrigued him, golden eyes glittering with curiosity. Felix hadn’t told him the exact reasons why Thonar needed this elixir, but it seemed he found his answer in the art.

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#wip wednesday #tes fic #tcuh #oc: felix #aicantar #i'm trying to figure out which of them i'm going to shove into a locker

[skyrim-forever]

Aicanter saying a generic background section of my thesis

#tesblr #skyrim #meme #skyrim meme #aicantar #eve's thesis

[wellthebardsdead]

Bass: *just returned from oblivion to find he’s the last dwemer alive, now being fawned over by Calcelmo and his nephew as they get him settled into his quarters* the last I remember *pauses as his helmet beeps and configures his voice to be a safe volume* This room belonged to an engineer… Zippy, I think we called him… *looks at the stone bed frame* I’ve been gone long enough for the mattresses to decay… *picks up a small piece of fabric left behind only for it to decay into powder in his fingers* …

Aicantar: I?… Mattress?… you mean dwemer, didn’t just sleep on the stone slabs?

Bass: What? No are you an idiot? That’d be horrific for your body. You’d end up crippled after a few years if you’re not careful. We had blankets and pillows and padding. Materials like fabric tend to not hold up too well over centuries of neglect. They decay.

Aicantar & Calcelmo: *both standing there realising their own stupidity*

Bass: *helmet making a low whirring sound as he groans* maras mercy…

#bass dragonborn #dwemer dragonborn #calcelmo #Aicantar #skyrim #ocs

[budder-tigress]

It can get pretty hot down in Nchuand-Zel ;3

My contribution to day 2 of @nerevar-quote-and-star 's tes pinup challenge- Clockwork prompt!

I'm hoping to do every other prompt group for this, but I just started working again so let's see how that goes @-@

#tes pinup challenge 2023 #skyrim fanart #Aicantar #altmer #prompt challenge #art challenge #my art

[dynamite124]

How would Taliesin feel about an Altmer that absolutely loves anything to do with the Dwemer?

-💎

This hasn't been discussed yet, but it's added to a list of future idles I have planned for Taliesin's opinions on NPCs.

He thinks Calcelmo is weird and feels Aicantar is wasting his youth on mundane trifles such as research into the Dwemer.

Then again, Taliesin isn't comfortable in Dwemer ruins due to feeling trapped and suffocating inside them. So this could just be his bias view on things.

Hasn't been brought up yet, but I feel this would probably cause some friction between other Dwemer enthusiasts like Remiel.

#skyrim #Remiel #Taliesin #Skyrim Taliesin #Calcelmo #Aicantar #Dwemer

[thequeenofthieves]

Athis: I sleep with a dagger under my pillow

Farkas: Weak. I sleep with a war axe under mine

Aicantar: You are both pathetic

Athis: What killer weapon do you sleep with then, Mr. Badass?

Aicantar: Your harbinger.

#the elder scrolls #skyrim #incorrect oc quotes #oc posts #incorrect elder scrolls #the companions #athis #farkas #aicantar #harbinger oc #caitlìn

[foamimi]

MOXE 6.0 with various NPCs + Seb of course

#anddd i forgot to test it with Farkas #o well #skyrim #skyrim se #bare chest #bare chest / #foam posts #foams skyrim bs #teldryn sero #aicantar #endon #sebastian castellanos

[whitegoldtower]

I’m horrid, I know.

#skyrim #tesblr #thalmor #altmer #ancano #ondolemar #vingalmo #aicantar #estormo #fasendil #ancarion #agent lorcalin #muril #nerien #Sanyon #Ulundil #thalmor embassy #the summerset isles #summerset isles #college of winterhold

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Calcelmo: You don't understand Falmeris, right?

Aicantar: I don't understand you.

Calcelmo: Yeah, me too.

#someone's not enthusiastic about hia uncle's new book #aicantar #calcelmo #understone keep #markarth #falmer #snow elves #nerevar queue and star #incorrect quotes #incorrect elder scrolls #incorrect skyrim quotes #the elder scrolls #tes #skyrim #the elder scrolls v: skyrim #source: tumblr

[ciceroandthelistener]

tbh i think it’d be funny if half of skyrim is into naelia

#naelia: *venting abt what happened with mjoll * #aicantar: …. so you’re single #naelia should have game but not know it

[laaskrin]

Uptdated Dimma's ref sheet, i really wasn't happy with her previous outfit.

The redesign costs her a leg though. Good thing Aicantar knows a thing or two about dwemer tech.

#elder scrolls oc #tes art #tes #tesblr #elder scrolls #skyrim #skyrim oc #dovahkiin #my oc: dimma #my art #laaskrin draws

[thana-topsy]

I’m infinitely fascinated by the falmer in Halfway to the Sky, I really want to know more about your ideas for their culture etc

Thank you so much anon! I kind of had to sit with this one, since I don't really have a lot of my Falmer headcanons written out or in one place as it stands. Before writing their introduction in Halfway to the Sky, I began by researching modern isolated tribes and what first contact with those tribes looked like and, surprise surprise, humans are pretty universal in a lot of ways. I try to apply the same to the Falmer. In true form, I started writing my thoughts down and it got a little long, so I went ahead and turned it into a scholarly pamphlet written (with the help of a sighted-person) by none other than the budding expert on the subject of Falmeri cultural exchange: Sarel of Winterhold. (No real spoilers for HttS, just hints and nods). Sorry, again, this got LONG.

[PAMPHLET ONE] An Introduction to the Modern Falmer: Social Structure, Family, and Trade By Sarel of Winterhold, transcribed by co-researcher and Dwemer scholar Aicantar

Quite possibly the most misunderstood nation of our modern era is that of the Falmer, living quietly beneath the surface of Skyrim and no doubt beneath the other provinces of Tamriel. The Falmeri diaspora after the disappearance of the Dwemer is still very much a mystery with little written documentation following the dubiously researched and far-too-often quoted ‘War of the Crag’. (My thoughts on that to come). However, through my years of close contact with several of the Skyrim tribes, and with the aid of my research partner (who is currently assisting in my transcription of this document), we have managed to construct a rough timeline of events based on the Falmer’s oral history provided to us, as well as a basic understanding of their culture and practice.   

SOCIAL STRUCTURE AND FAMILY

As it stands, I would classify Skyrim Falmer as a nation of loosely associated tribes. There is no centralized ruling body, but there is a clear social structure found repeated among the independent tribes. The structure is as follows:

There is a Matriarch, usually the eldest member of the tribe, almost always female (with some exceptions), whose duties are similar to that of a Jarl, though she acts as more of a spiritual/religious leader as well. She is a magic user first and foremost, and has received the “Gifts of the Old Masters” (see: Tonal Architecture; pamphlet 3) as part of her necessary requirements for the role. 

Beneath the Matriarch, there are the Time-Keepers. Time-Keepers are strictly biologically female and count the passing of the months based on their menstruation cycles. There is usually one assigned Time-Keeper with several young females under her tutelage, who are prepared to take over her role when she enters menopause. Time-Keepers may take lovers, but they do not bear children, and to bear a child as a Time-Keeper is seen as breaking a very serious vow. Typically, the Time-Keeper and her charges live together and operate as a small familial unit. The Time-Keeper may have duties outside of this role, often falling again into the realm of magic-users (alchemy, healing, enchanting, etc.). 

Beneath the Time-Keeper is the Lead Warrior (Aicantar note: the title of this role is pending, but we really can’t come up with a better description). He is almost always male (with some exceptions) and rules the warrior class. This domain includes tribal protection, boundary claims, territorial acquisition, and conflict resolution.    

The Matriarch, the Time-Keeper, and the Lead Warrior are the typical ruling tribunal of the Falmeri tribe. They often hold council with one another, though the Time-Keeper and Lead Warrior act as advisors to the Matriarch, who will usually have the final say in any decision.

The other tribal roles include those who raise and farm the chaurus; craftsmen who construct the weapons, tools, and armor from the harvested chaurus; those who roam in order to gather resources; those who raise children; and those who attend to the infrastructure of the settlement. The Falmer tend not to designate these roles based on sex or gender, though there is a noticeable skew that tends to occur in terms of female members rearing children with male members preferring to roam or hunt, but there is no discernable taboo if a male member wishes to raise a child or a female prefers the life of a warrior. (Gender and sexuality among the Falmer is a topic for another time).

The Falmer do not have traditional family structures, but tend towards communal child-rearing. There is an unfortunately high infant mortality rate due to the hostile environment and the increased chance of infection due to chaurus farming, and because of this fact most Falmer children are not given a name until after their first birthday has passed. Mothers keep their children bound to their chests, and many will often cycle newborns between one another to prevent breastfeeding fatigue. Once children have safely passed the stages of infancy, they are reared in groups, taught basic social and crafting skills, and generally kept safely in the confines of the settlement until they are of age to begin contributing to the function of the tribe. 

TRADE

Most Dwemer scholars know well that nearly all Dwarven settlements are connected via long tunnels, running like arteries to the “heart” of Skyrim: Blackreach. Blackreach is the closest approximation to a cultural hub for the Falmer tribes, acting as a centralized marketplace for trade and commerce. Goods from the overworld make their way down to Blackreach usually through scavenging bandit camps or any scholars brave enough to make their way deeper into the Dwarven ruins. I will not deny that many have met their untimely demise at the hands of the Falmer. They are fiercely protective of their tribes, and scouts will not hesitate to kill intruders without a second thought. I hope to work with some of the tribes to change this deeply ingrained instinct of isolation and mistrust, but the denizens of the overworld must also play their own part in seeking peace over violence. A “two-way street”, as my father used to say.  

The Falmer of Blackreach have been known to deal in the slave trade, both of other Falmer and any poor outsiders who do not manage to properly defend themselves. This has presented a unique circumstance in which overworld culture and language have been adapted into the Falmer’s culture. It is not as unlikely as many might think to find a Falmer with a rudimentary grasp of the Cyrodilic or Norse languages. I’ve even met one who spoke with the most peculiar Daggerfall accent after taking a former slave as his wife.

I understand that it is not my place to interfere with the nature of the Blackreach slave trade, (Aicantar note: I have had to remind Sarel on multiple occasions that I would prefer not to die over the matter), though I do not condone it and feel very uncomfortable with its continued practice. Abolitionist movements exist within individual settlements, and there are certain Matriarchs who disavow the practice altogether. So I’m relegated to the position of scholar and observer, though I do what I can to preach the philosophy of self-governance. But, as with the cultures of the surface, opinions vary and wars rage between tribes over such debates. Thus is the nature of man and mer, I suppose, as much as it pains me.

In the next pamphlet, we will cover the etymology of the modern Falmer language, the various dialects used between tribes, and the “trade language” of Blackreach. Future pamphlets will include religious practices, funerary rites, the re-appropriation of Tonal Architecture, and the unique properties of Falmeri alchemy.

#topsy writes #falmer #falmer headcanons #skyrim fanfiction #sarel the falmer #tes lore #apocrypha #falmer lore #skyrim #elder scrolls