#bosmer assassin

[ferai-caolann]

Rhialle

Bosmer. Ahhh Bosmer. Keto Elves used to eat their fallen enemies - waste not want not. It's fallen out of practise largely in the modern times. But Rhialle isn't from Skyrim era, she's ESO era. ...and you look delicious.

#bosmer #bhrynart #bhryn #feraiart #rhialle #bosmer assassin #nightblade #bosmer nightblade #eso #elder scrolls #elder scrolls online #keto elves #mer

[teacakes1799]

a naughty assassin commission!

© 2022

#art commissions #artists on tumblr #elder scrolls online #The Elder Scrolls #eso #tes #bosmer #wood elf #nocturnal #evergloam #crow #fox #illustration #assassin

[anne-wild]

Azareth Shadowwalker (I made this character reference sheet mostly for Artfight - I plan to update it with all of my OCs having something like this in time. This is the first.)

#Anne Wild's OCs #ESO #Elder Scrolls Online #TES #The Elder Scrolls #Bosmer #wood elf #vampire #Azareth #character sheet #Dark Brotherhood #Assassin

[ghostliebites]

MY BABY BOY!!!! HE!!!!

#art #digital art #skyrim #the elder scrolls #fan character #dark brotherhood #assassin #bosmer #wood elf #minor blood #blood #bytes ocs #MY BABY MY BABY MY BABY MY BABY #MY SWEET BOY OH MY GOD

[rockbottleart]

Jumping back from Skyrim and the Fourth Era, we go to the Elder Scrolls Online and the Second Era with Ciraen Shadevale, my Bosmer assassin-for-hire. Regardless of what side of the war you’re on, if you’ve got the gold, she’ll take the job… unless you’re a slaver of the target’s a kid.

#elder scrolls #elder scrolls online #bosmer #elder scrolls oc #wood elf #wood elves #nightblade #fantasy art #fantasy #elf art #elf girl #assassin #saphic #fanart #fanart friday

[thequeenofthewinter]

Winter’s Fic Recs, pt. 2

Come along with me to Oblivion…

The Illusionist pt. 1

The Illusionist pt. 2

By: @dirty-bosmer

Looking for more: Winter Recs pt. 1 Winter Recs pt. 3

Do you like magic, mischief, and Martin? How about murder? Winter’s next fic recommendation has all that and more. Jump in bestie, we’re going on a descent into madness…

Nimileth is the unlikely heroine of our story…or at least that’s what Martin would call her. If you’re looking for a story which has it all, look no further. Dirty-bosmer’s fic has range which brings flavor and depth to her stunning rendition of an Oblivion fic. There is truly a little bit of everything to satisfy every palette—and it’s all brought together through a cohesive narrative and delightful writing style. I spent half the time I was reading this fic at the edge of my seat with a bucket of popcorn. It’s dark, indulgent, smart, and even at times funny! I can’t tell you how much fun I have been having reading this fic and just waiting…and watching…kind of like another certain someone I know…

The characters pop to life, and I feel each and every one of their personalities, hopes, dreams, and struggles. Let’s just say our author has a way of hooking you from the start and making you invested! You can easily cheer along for the protagonist as much as you can wish her further into the jaws of her fate. (Which she denies is inevitable, but, you know.)

Never played Oblivion? No problem! (Neither have I! …okay well I played a little of it, but I got maybe only 20 hours in.) This fic is easy to read blind and truly delightful.

You won’t be sorry for picking it up, unlike Nimmy and perhaps a certain assassin…

#oblivion #oblivion fic #winter recommends

[the-blood-tide-rises-archive]

oblivion crisis dashboard simulator

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Assassination! Emperor and heirs assassinated, and the Elder Council named as regents. Read this article at our blog.

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#rip bozo #rest in piss you wont be missed #tamriel ae queue

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even in death, the papers love to remind the public that old uriel took an L when jagar tharn pretended to be him for a decade 💀

mans being slandered in death

#not climbing #vlinorposting #rip uriel though

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💙justyouraveragepriest

Some affirmations:

Today, I embrace the infinite flow of time guided by the wisdom of Akatosh.

I trust in the divine plan of Akatosh, knowing that every challenge I face is an opportunity for growth and transformation.

I surrender to the divine timing of Akatosh, trusting that everything unfolds according to His will.

I am a reflection of Akatosh's divine essence, radiating love, compassion, and wisdom to all those around me.

Each day is a gift bestowed upon me by Akatosh, and I vow to make the most of every moment, living with purpose and intention.

Above all else, be good to one another. 💙😊

#sundas affirmations #akatosh affirmations #the divines #nine divines #daily affirmations

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Tell me why some random person just so happened to show up at an ungodly hour in the night, just to have the Amulet of Kings? I told them to find the Emperor's bastard heir in Kvatch, or whatever. Will be keeping the Amulet in my sock drawer.

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Interesting

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omg i cant sleep wtf is that noise

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THE DAEDRA????

#kvetchings #kvatch under attack

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✨daedraphobic

didn't expect to enter the gates of oblivion, save a city, and retake a castle just to find this Martin fellow

✨daedraphobic

by the NINE he's hot

#i'm ashamed but also kinda not #also got the title of hero of kvatch

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Don't tell anyone, but the Amulet was stolen.

💙justyouraveragepriest

😓

✨daedraphobic

tamriel's smartest tesblr user

#so you're telling me #that you lost the amulet #that you promised to protect #maybe stop LIVEPOSTING EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS TO YOU AND YOUR LIFE #AND WE WOULD NOT BE IN THIS SITUATION

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#dank memes #offensive memes #memes #funny memes #anti bravil

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Going on a book hunting quest with @daedraphobic down in the sewers was not on the agenda today. Another day alive though, bless the Nine 🙏

#personal stuff #daedraphobic

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Had a #great speech in front of my devoted Dagon worshippers today. A new arrival joined mid-speech. Glad to see that more are seeing the #truth.

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Someone saved that argonian, slaughtered everyone, and stole the Mysterium Xarxes :/

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It has been brought to my attention that the new arrival mentioned earlier infiltrated my group and stole my fucking book.

#at least i still have the amulet #take that you bitch #tamriel ae queue

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some bosmer cunt stole my paintbrush, entered into the canvas, painted trolls to protect himself and the trolls killed him. someone please help me.

#the great forest #help

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no fucking way rythe is stuck in a canvas

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Talk to me by the Great Oak, I have need of you.

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i don't live in chorrol

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What? I saw you, in the evening hours of yesterday. I ask of you to retrieve a book for me.

🗺️jemane1 Follow

I don't live in chorrol

#i have had about enough of people gaslighting me #i have never stepped foot in chorrol leave me alone #going to start blocking weirdos

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✨daedraphobic

apparently he was a sanguine worshipper?????????????

#okay so like i was told to get a daedra artifact weird ik #i found the sanguine shrine and crashed a noble party to obtain it #gave it to him and he reminisced about it #???? #y'all think he would be a freak in the sheets or nah

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💙justyouraveragepriest

Due to recent events, I cannot keep up with posting daily affirmations. I cannot speak more about where I am or what I am doing, but I am doing alright as of now. 😊

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💙justyouraveragepriest

Hmm?

#nonaffirming #offtopic

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#oblivion #tes oblivion #elder scrolls #the elder scrolls #tesblr #dashboard simulator #fake dashboard #unreality #long post

[wispstalk]

ganked a tag game: post your 9 favorite album covers. like, aesthetics, not necessarily favorite albums.

the hawk is howling - mogwai (yeah that's not a hawk. i know. i know.)

the ruiner - made out of babies

the assassination of julius caeser - ulver

magnolia electric company - songs: ohia

rumours - fleetwood mac (this one is so classic as to be obvious but what can i say. it's uh. it's low hanging fruit 🥁)

savage hills ballroom - youth lagoon

master of my make believe - santigold

whipped cream and other delights - herb alpert

tha carter III - lil wayne

tagging: @nuwanders @dirty-bosmer @jiubilant @ervona @thealterscrolls @crynwr-drwg @kagrenacs @thattalviel

#youth lagoon is from IDAHO!!!! my home state! listen to youth lagoon or die by my sword #tunes #tag games

[ladytanithia]

Writing WIP Wednesday (10/18)

I shared a different snippet of this chapter a while back, and I'm about to post it sometime today, so it almost doesn't qualify as a WIP anymore (unless you're counting the whole unfinished story). This is from Chapter 27 of Out of the Ashes.

Tagging my talented writer friends: @dirty-bosmer @gwilin-stay-winnin @mareenavee @skyrim-forever @thana-topsy @thechaosdragoness @thequeenofthewinter

Teldryn insisted on keeping his helmet on until Geldis had delivered their snack and Miranja had closed the door and locked it. She felt rather honored being given the key, even if only for a few moments. She sat down and laid the key on the table between them as he removed the helmet and fluffed out his sweaty hair with his fingers.

“Is it just me, or does Raven Rock feel weird now?” Miranja asked, taking a sip from the bottle Geldis had already uncorked for her.

“Raven Rock’s always been rather uncomfortable for me,” Teldryn admitted. “I’ve always felt something like an outlander myself here, despite being a Dunmer. In all the time I’ve been here, you’re the only one who’s seen my face. People don’t come right out and voice their suspicion, but they don’t go out of their way to talk to me, either.”

“Isn’t that lonely, Tel?”

“Yes, but I’ve felt it necessary. Especially knowing there are still MT assassins on Solstheim looking for you.”

“Which is about the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of,” Miranja growled, shaking her head. “I visited the Dark Brotherhood sanctuary ONE TIME, helped myself to one of their sexy leather uniforms and one of their not-so-sexy mage uniforms, never took a single contract from them, and never went back. Yet the MT thinks I’m a member, and how they even got that information is beyond me.”

“Well, whether they’re misinformed or not, they still come here. As long as you’re living here, it’s not safe for me to reveal my identity.”

“I’m sorry, Tel. Perhaps I’ve overstayed my welcome here. I have plenty of properties in Skyrim I could move to.”

“Or, as I think you mentioned once, I could move to one of them. Or ask your steward if he’d be willing to sell his old cottage in Riverwood. Maybe we could both move to Skyrim.”

They looked at one another for a long moment, just considering their possibilities.

“I’ve made arrangements here, set up trade between Raven Rock and Skaal Village, rented some untainted land for a small crop to share, things like that. I’d have to either end that arrangement or find someone who can maintain it if I leave. I know that Argis has started a relationship with Bralsa and she nearly lives at Severin Manor now, but I don’t know if Argis would want to stay here if I left. He does have the advantage with the Skaal of being a full-blooded Nord, so they trust him.”

“If I left, you wouldn’t have to.” Tel stuffed a large chunk of cheese into his mouth.

“We don’t have to make this decision today,” Miranja said, taking a swig from her mead bottle. “But I will talk to Argis, probably tomorrow, and see how attached he is to Solstheim – and to Bralsa. I’d be happy to leave him in charge of the manor, maybe even sign it over to him eventually if I don’t see myself doing anything more than visiting here. Right now, though, my brain hurts. I might even forego dinner tonight and just go to bed early. Tomorrow is the first of the month, and I’ll need to accompany Argis to Skaal Village for our monthly trade.”

“Well, if nothing else, I can say that my curiosity has been well and fully satisfied.”

“And?”

“And I understand for myself why you’re so well-loved here – and in Skyrim. I can’t say you don’t have a dishonest bone in your body, but I can say that you do have a conscience about it when you do have to be dishonest. You care about people probably more than is good for you, you’re talented, and you’re unapologetic about sharing pleasure with whoever you choose. I’m very glad to have gotten to know you, Miranja.”

Miranja had looked down at the table modestly as Tel had listed off the things he appreciated about her. Now she looked up at him and smiled sincerely. “I’m glad to have gotten to know you better, too, Tel. Even if that isn’t really your name, I still feel like I’ve gotten to know the real you. I’d like to keep you in my life, one way or another.”

“Count on it, my dear.”

Once they’d eaten and drunk their fill, Tel stood with Miranja to hug and kiss her tenderly before escorting her to the door.

“I’ll see you soon, probably tomorrow afternoon,” Miranja promised.

“You know where to find me,” Tel replied with a wink and a crooked, saucy smile.

#skyrim #elder scrolls #tesblr #miranja #teldryn sero #fanfic #ao3 #dunmer #tes #solstheim #raven rock #retching netch

[mareenavee]

WIP Wednesday WHENEVER :>

Hi everyone. I have a busy day today so I'll tag ya'll instead lol <3

Tagging the amazing and wonderful @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @thana-topsy, @thequeenofthewinter, @throughtrialbyfire, @wildhexe, @oblivions-dawn, @archangelsunited, @gilgamish, @dirty-bosmer, @kookaburra1701, @inquisition-dragonborn, @snippetsrus, @saltymaplesyrup, @expended-sleeper, @orfeoarte, @elfinismsarts, @ladytanithia, @miraakulous-cloud-district, @polypolymorph, @tallmatcha, @rainpebble3, @rhiannon1199, @viss-and-pinegar, @late-nite-scholar, @greyborn2, and YOU. Yep. If I've forgotten you, then you're tagged. Feel free to tag me back :>

I have two active WIPS today so you'll get a ~400 word fragment of each <3

Below the cut!

1) Light the Way (yet unpublished) Set in the 3rd Era, (and canon to World's fic universe) our Nerevarine Teldryn Sero has somehow convinced Neloth not to blatantly start a war, and to instead try a different approach to achieve his goals.

Sero’s face twisted through several emotions before it settled back into the familiar frustrated scowl he always wore. “The Empire can go f—”

“ —yes, yes, we know your sentiment. Spare me the histrionics, if you don’t mind,” Neloth interrupted with a flap of his hand, “because we do rather have things to accomplish today if we aren’t simply going to wreak havoc on the Mainland as I’d intended.”

“You know, we will have to discuss that topic again later,” Sero drawled, scratching the back of his neck. “As much as I don’t want to. For now, though, you’re right.” He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Hortator. It’s madness.”

Neloth glanced over at the distracted Nerevarine, caught in the glare from the soul gem. He’d likely win a prize for brooding if such a contest existed. Nobody seemed quite as capable of being so sullen over something as ridiculous as this. Granted, it was a responsibility that came with expectations even Neloth would be remiss to shrug off in favor of this abolitionist nonsense. But, like anything worth having, he’d eventually have little choice but to take the title. Or—Sero being Sero—convince himself he’d already earned it. The utter chivalry of the entire situation got exhausting after a while. What had happened to the slovenly bandit with a chip on his shoulder?

Though, come to think of it, Sero had never really been the type who allowed himself to be pointed in a direction and told to stab. He’d always been too clever for whatever he’d believed about himself all those years before. Not that he’d be caught dead telling the fool that, though.

Neloth shuddered at the implications of admitting any kind of respect for a non-mage, first of all, and an otherwise nameless urchin besides. Imagine. The Council would be in hysterics, and the ruse would be dropped, and every ounce of power he’d clawed to himself would evaporate in the blink of an eye. No. Securing a seat on the Grand Council was imperative if he wanted to keep his status. One did not simply earn a seat the same as anywhere else. Connections—or honestly, more like assassinations and lies. No. There had to be concrete proof of concept. What, exactly, could one do as a Grand Councilor that would advance the House’s position as a whole?

Destroy another house—especially one intent on encroaching on one’s own—by any means necessary.

2) The World on Our Shoulders, Chapter 31 The Embassy Arc begins and Athis is reeling from his encounter with someone some of you may find a bit...familiar :>

“You have no chance here,” the Altmer said. Athis paused and glanced at the man, eyebrow furrowed. His tone was matter of fact, like this was Gods-given truth. “They will find you and you’ll be no better off than I am.”

“We have a werewolf on our side, actually,” Athis said dryly as he scraped at the lock with his knife. “They’re welcome to try.”

“You are in over your head, Athis,” the Altmer said. Athis froze. For a second, he felt his heart all but stop. He exhaled through his nose. The man had to have heard Avulstein bellowing orders like he was leading the charge. That was the only explanation. The Altmer laughed, a mirthless thing. “Yes, just as I thought. I know who you are. We’ve known for a while now. Tell me, have you any idea where Nyenna ended up?” Athis slowly backed away, dropping the hunter’s knife in favor of his sword. The Altmer grinned crookedly and let out a low chuckle. “Because I do.”

Who was this?

“I’ll leave you here,” Athis warned, anger or bile rising in his throat, “and when Farkas is done here, there’ll be nobody left and you’ll rot alone in the darkness.”

“You wouldn’t, despite wiser advice,” the Altmer said, picking a thread off of his roughspun tunic. “That’s not who you are, from what’s been observed.” His voice had taken on a matter-of-fact tone. He was right, but Athis was still reeling.

“What do you know of Nyenna?” he asked after a moment, voice wavering. He swallowed hard. He had so many other questions, but the mention of her in a place like this… He had to know.

The Altmer seemed to ponder the question for a moment. “She’s on Solstheim. In a bit of a bad way, the last I’d heard, but the Telvanni are working on resolving the problem.”

“You’re lying.” Athis felt a knot form in his gut. A bad way? He knew then that listening to Aela’s advice had been a horrible mistake. That, or he’d fallen into some kind of trap.

“Believe whatever you want,” the Altmer said, gazing at his nails, caked as they were with dirt. He picked at them absently. “Regardless, it's as I said." He paused, listening intently as crashing sounded from somewhere on the upper levels of the keep. “The issue of Nyenna aside, you’ll never understand the gravity of what you’ve done here today. This will follow you. You’ve played right into their hands.”

#MareenaWrites #WIP Whenever #WIP Wednesday #Light the Way #Neloth #Nerevarine #Nerevarine Teldryn Sero #Nerevarine Teldryn #Teldryn #Teldryn Sero #Morrowind #Morrowfic #Morrowind fic #The World on Our Shoulders #Nyenna #Varlais #Linare Varlais #Athis #LDB/Athis #LDB/Teldryn Sero #Skyrim #Skyrim fic #tes #tesblr #elder scrolls #fanficblr #writblr #writeblr

[terendelev]

WIP whatever day it is today

tagged by @wraith-caller thanks hehe. Iwill share my current sebbylucien wip (thats all I have btw)

tagging: @dirty-bosmer @primonizzutto @sheirukitriesfandom @bethesdas @lucien-lachance and@skyrim-forever

When he finally made his way to Vicente’s room Sebastian had already meet with most of his family. All of them looked sincere and kind… too kind for band of murderers.

He found the man reading a book, facing the wall in front of him. Sebastian stepped inside. “Hello. Ocheeva said I needed to talk with you…” When Vicente turned to Sebastian, he almost leaped after realizing her blood red eyes. Vicente was also looking at him as if something was wrong with Sebastian’s face. But it didn’t took long to collect himself.

“I hope you aren’t startled by my looks.” He left his book on the table. “I might need blood to survive but I assure you Tenets are clear about harming my family members.” He pointed the chair besides him. “Please, sit.”

Sebastian did as what is told and looked at the man. Vicente looked like hes at his 40’s but probably was way older. His facial features were sharpened due to the vampirism but he could be considered handsome.

“Actually, I was just surprised to see another Breton.”

“A Breton Vampire.” Vicente smiled at him. “I am not the only Breton in this place. I am sure that you will get along well with Antoinetta. She is closer to your age than I am.”

After a short pause he continued; “I hope you get used to all of this soon. Ocheeva probably already told this but don’t hesitated to ask for help when its necessary.”

“Everyone is too friendly.” Sebastian bit his lip. “Are you always like this or only to new comers like me?”

His question caused vampire to laugh which revealed his fangs. “We are a family.” He leaned back on chair “I don’t know what was you expecting but there is no need to fear.”

“If you say so.” Sebastian was relieved. “I was expecting a more… competitive emviroment. Assassins scheming after each other for more power and all…”

#its so unedited lol

[nuwanders]

tagged by @dirty-bosmer and @mareenavee (thank you both!) to take part in this tag game. had a lot of fun with this one-- was just the push i needed to get me back in the zone of longfic writing. timing couldn't have been better! :')

not sure who has yet to have been tagged, but tagging @wispstalk @creaking-skull @ervona @gilgamish @profanetools @lucien-lachance @oblivionposting and @stormbeyondreality

A line from your fic that makes you laugh

“So you really weren’t joking,” she said at last, putting the letter to one side. “The emperor. By the gods. No-one’s dared assassinate an emperor of Tamriel for two hundred years.” Mathyas scoffed. “Because it famously went so well for us last time.”

From Chapter 30 of King and Lionheart, Journey's End

A line from your fic that makes you sad

She found the opening to her tent with some difficulty and dropped like a stone onto her bedroll, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. She wanted to scream, gods, she wanted to Shout. But she just lay there in silence and wept. Anger like this was more than any frail mortal body could be expected to take.

From Chapter 28 of King and Lionheart, The Silence Has Been Broken. jórunn my baby gorl :'(

A line from your fic you're proud of

The blackness evaporated away from the light, revealing dozens of chalk-white, bloated figures clinging to the inside of the pit, humanoid in shape but so spider-like in movement, crawling over the walls towards them. Their withered mouths and hollow eye sockets gaped like inkwells from the milk-white flesh of their faces.

From Chapter 20 of King and Lionheart, Under Saarthal (Part II)

A line for your fic you think could have been better

Too many "[They] were silent for a moment"s to count. Still haven't found a good alternative to this-- sometimes people are just silent ;-;

However the title for worst line in the fic goes without a doubt to this:

A low whispering sound filled the air.

like gorl.... :/ i'm not even going to say what chapter this was from. It's been edited out, but it haunts me to this day. A low whispering sound filled the air... god.

A line from your fic that makes you want to punch a character

“Am not,” Cassathra pouted, half-heartedly shoving him away. But J’zargo just laughed, then pushed some hair away from her neck. “And oh, what is this?” he teased. “Been having some fun with the pretty half-elf, hm?” “Stop it,” said Cassathra, self-consciously pulling her hair back over her neck. It was a relief that it was now long enough to do so. “J’zargo would say he told you so, but that would be cruel. So how was it? Did she teach you how to sing? How to dance the horizontal jig? Did she practise her—” “Stop it,” Cassathra snapped. “I mean it.”

From Chapter 31 of King and Lionheart, Hitting The Books. I love J'zargo with all my heart, to be clear-- but he can be Much sometimes

A line from your fic that makes you go 'aww'

“That’s alright,” Raydrin murmured. He longed to be holding her again, longed for so many things, and his heart ached with the effort it took not to reach out and just squeeze her waist. But Jórunn had apologised—had forgiven him—and he trusted her enough to know that she meant it when she said she would tell him the truth. That was all he could ask for.

Also from Chapter 28, The Silence Has Been Broken. ;-;

A line from your fic that's full of symbolism

The two large, fleshy sacks of the spider’s jaw parted and began to chew on the dissolving creature, tearing it apart and slurping it up. His stomach turned as the threads of cobweb fell away, revealing brown fur and the remains of a small mammal, possibly a rabbit or a hare.  Mathyas stayed there and watched until there was nothing left of it but the bones.

From Chapter 22, Whispers on the Grapevine.

A line from your fic that contains an Easter egg

“Oh, how the ape-queen does dance into clever Reynard’s snare,” he sang. “You should take Cicero’s cap, mistress, for you’d make a better fool—”

From Chapter 30, Journey's End. Like @mareenavee I had to really fight the urge to use Raydrin's "Ash yams-- boil 'em, mash 'em, stick 'em in a stew" line for this, but that one is maybe just a bit too on the nose. There are actually three Easter eggs in the line above, of varying levels of obscurity-- please do let me know if you recognize any!

A line from your fic that's shocking

“We’re serving a particularly good vintage of Surilie collequiva,” said Malborn. “If milord is in the mood for a red.”

From Chapter 26, Diplomatic Immunity (Part I). It's not particularly shocking without context... but iykyk

A line from your fic you want to talk about more

Velothi theology is far simpler, or at least, it runs that way in Redoran circles; our freedom of will is considered self-evident, for though the gods may interfere in our Nirnly affairs (as our own Mephala is wont to do), the very fact they are able to do so speaks to the nature of fate as a malleable thing.

From Man Amongst Gods: A Chronicle of the Last Dragonborn.

ASK ME ABOUT VELOTHI PHILOSOPHY ASK ME ABOUT VELOTHI PHILOSOPHY ASK ME ABOUT VELOTHI PHILOSOPHY ASK ME ABOUT--

#tag game #my writing #thanks again!!!! <3 #the more i think about the first one the less sense it makes #why is astrid saying that like 200 years is an unusually long stretch of time to go without any emperors being assassinated #...whatever

[atypicalacademic]

WIP Saturday??

It’s catching up on tags day so thank you @aria-i-adagio and @cleverblackcat dears for tagging me!! Summoning @cumbiazevran @ollifree @dumpsterhipster @dirty-bosmer and @nientedenada. Have a very rough snip from a tesfest thing I was working on;

There are ways to tell seasons in the cradle of the Void; snowfall’s damp imprint on a brother’s boot, a sister’s hood speckled with dandelion dust. An assassin’s pride, at having killed undetected beneath clear skies. The high tides, the low, and a ship docked beyond it’s time, doors wide open to welcome Sithis. The wince from an old friend’s older injuries, as Frostfall made its swift ascent. And the nightmares, always at the start of Sun’s Height, when at dawn the dark world glows dreadful and rosy as Aldcroft’s streets in the sun. She could swear that even the night storms have a scent, clinging to the Sanctuary’s rock.

Babette keeps time by her garden patch, steadfast to her charge as any Keeper. She knows it’s heavy sighs, the quiet inevitability of its shadow. She knows its frantic wingbeats against the glass dome of her body.

Nightshade for the fall, gleaming pretty as a girl’s eyes. Deathbell for the springtime, swaying without a breeze. And in winter, the gnarled jarrin root, leeching water as a hungry child.

Everything that lives must die. Everything that dies, decays. Everything grows, but her.

#wip #haha #babette #skyrim #dark brotherhood #i guess

[poor-ciceros-voring-again]

tell us abt Niveria !!! 🫵

AAAA YES OFC !!!

Niveria is genuinely my OLDEST oc, spawning from my second ever playthrough of Skyrim in late 2011/early 2012 ! I've improved her story for a while now so I won't bother discussing the bad not lore friendly beginnings she had.

She's a half imperial half bosmer. She was born into the Dark Brotherhood, her parents are Lucien Lachance and the Oblivion era Listener (another oc of mine named Nicnevin). She was communally raised primarily in the Cheydinhal sanctuary, but she did spend quite a bit of time in the Bravil sanctuary as well.

She was raised to be an assassin who strictly obeys the tenats from a young age. She was also raised to respect and honour the Green Pact but by the time she was a teenager she only really adhered to it when she was in the presence of her mother.

When she was about 15 or 16, Niveria was deemed experienced and old enough to become a Silencer under Lucien. By this point the Cheydinhal sanctuary is how it is During Oblivion. At this point in time she was also offered the gift of Vampirism, which she took.

The events of the Oblivion Dark brotherhood are, unfortunately for her, almost the exact same. She was raised to always follow the tenats and will always put the Dark Brotherhood before familial attachments. She is ordered to perform the Cleansing of the Cheydinhal sanctuary, and she obeys. She's definitely upset by it, but tells herself it's for the betterment of the Brotherhood. She then follows the dead drops as she's told and ends up killing off the Black Hand, ending with her own mother. Lucien couldn't stop her in time, and that was the one time that he broke his calm demeanor in front of Niveria. When she arrives at Apple Watch to meet Lucien, she peeks into the window and sees him strung up. Like I said earlier, she's just a teenager, who is now scared and she feels alone. She doesn't want to die for something that isn't her fault, so she drops Matthieu Bellamont's journal at the door and runs.

She travels from place to place stealing food and valuables to keep herself alive. She made the mistake of stealing from another oc of mine, Alyx, who is a member of the thieves guild at this point, and decides to take Niveria in and care for her a little. Kinda just give her a safe place to stay away from prying eyes.

For the next 300 years, she travels from province to province thieving and killing for petty cash to stay alive. She stayed on the run, fearing that the Dark Brotherhood was looking for her. She had no idea that they had moved on and forgotten about her. She always kept on contact with Alyx as she was on the run, they were close friends and at this point considered each other sisters.

When the Great War broke out, they lost contact with each other. Alyx fled to Skyrim and ended up in Riften to avoid the conflict but didn't get a chance to inform Niveria, who continues to travel. It gets a lot harder to avoid conflict zones and is almost caught quite a few times crossing borders to avoid the fighting.

The war ends, she continues to travel as usual. She does eventually end up back in Skyrim, a place she has visited MANY times in the last 300 years.

This time will be very different, though. As she's heading north to Dawnstar she passes by a small man, dressed in jester garb. He calls out to her as she passes by asking for help, and she typically would have ignored it and moved on. She could never be too safe, afterall, but something stopped her. A quiet raspy voice in her head. The voice tells her he can be trusted, she should stop and help him.

And she listens. He thanks her for the help, and mentions that his Mother thanks her as well. As she's walking away, she simply hears the word "Windhelm". She changes her plans and heads that way.

God this answer is already so so long omg my bad. I can keep going if you wanna know how she ends up being named Listener and restarting the Dark Brotherhood after being on the run for so long, afraid that they'll find her.

She does end up with Cicero obvs. Cause he's my special silly little boy who I love.

Here's some art of them <3 (art by @catjest3r)

#oc niveria #tesblr #cicero skyrim

[schnabellus]

Having a lot of thoughts about the Thalmor and Bosmeri diaspora outside of Valenwood these days because it somewhat reminds me of my own people's history. I can't stop thinking of Valenwood's Bosmers working in the shadows to liberate their country. Collecting funds for their independence movements, working undercover to gather intelligence, and assassinating Thalmor agents in crowded areas and getting arrested to make a statement. I wonder how a Bosmer agent operating in Skyrim would react if they ever get stuck with an ex-Thalmor follower.

Or maybe I've been binge-watching too many episodes of Mr. Sunshine on Netflix and playing too many hours of Skyrim with custom follower Taliesin with a bosmer LDB.

#skyrim taliesin #skyrim #tes v skyrim #skyrim oc #bosmer

[sylvienerevarine]

A delightful new tag game from @dirty-bosmer!!! You know I can't resist the urge to share quotes from A Respectable Lady's Guide to Skyrim.

I shall tag: @kookaburra1701, @blossom-adventures, @druidx, and @hannahcbrown

The rules are to share:

A line from your fic that makes you laugh

I have come up with so many terrible, terrible puns. Here's my favorite.

"We’re off to Labyrinthian to find the Staff of Magnus, as per the Synod fellow’s instructions.” “That ought to be pretty hard,” said Sophrine. “I mean, you know what they say.” Olaf sighed, clearly aware a joke was on its way. “What’s that?” “You just can’t get the staff these days.”

A line from your fic that makes you sad

She felt a large, warm hand cup her chin, tilting her face up. Roggi lowered his head to kiss her briefly, almost reverently, for what she knew was the last time. “Hail, Dragonborn,” he said softly.

Sometimes you just have to dump your boyfriend in order to save his life. Maybe.

A line from your fic you're proud of

“I’m a dragon!” Sophrine cried. “You called me a miracle and vowed to serve me, even when you knew all along I have a dragon’s soul!"

Delphine, please get your act together and be cool about dragons for once.

A line from your fic you think could have been better

Any of the ones where I'm trying to get the characters to a second location. Why is it so hard to write about the squad heading from the kitchen to the living room.

A line from your fic that makes you want to punch a character

“You know nothing about me, or the reasons for my actions,” Ulfric said icily. “I am a trueborn son of Skyrim who has dedicated my life to our independence. You are a self-righteous mongrel foreigner.”

Am I character-assassinating Ulfric? That's a matter for the courts.

A line from your fic that makes you go 'aww'

The Volkihar family had never deserved Serana. Maybe the Aulettes could.

Serana is my sister and my babygirl and Sophrine has adopted her.

A line from your fic that's full of symbolism

But hearing Esbern say it out loud was like listening to her own death sentence being pronounced. Again.

One theme that surfaces occasionally in ARLGS is that Sophrine feels like she never really escaped her death sentence at Helgen; it just keeps popping back up in the form of Fate and Destiny.

A line from your fic that contains an Easter egg

"We’ve even got an arena in New Sheoth these days. Ben set it up–you remember your cousin Benethir?”

Adoring Fan from Oblivion shoutouts? In my Skyrim fic? It's more likely than you think!

A line from your fic that's shocking

By the time they reached the outskirts of the city, Sophrine had realized two things: one, that she desperately needed to gather ingredients for the family-planning potion her mother had taught her, and two, that a girl could really get used to being taken up against a tree several times a day.

Sophrine, you are such a ho sometimes and we love you for it.

A line from your fic you want to talk about more

“Too bad!” she boomed, her voice filling the cavern. “Do you think I wanted Saint Nerevar’s memories instead of my own? Do you think your aunt planned to be in the same prison cell as the emperor’s escape route? People like us don’t choose what makes us different. We simply do what has to be done.”

Nana Sylvie's appearance in ARLGS was one of my all-time favorite things to write and I think we should all be talking about it more, frankly.

#my writing #oc: sophrine #oc: sylvie