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aethersflames · 3 months

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Friend, I beg of you, for the WIP Folder, please "It's A Beautiful Night For A Bloodbath", it sounds very interesting!

Crys! Hiii! Thanks for the ask, though I find it super funny that you're asking about that one out of all the others. Of course, that's not going to stop me from elaborating!

"It's A Beautiful Night For A Bloodbath" is essentially the novelisation (? closest term I can think of... basically converted-into-a-written-version) of the d&d campaign that'll never leave my head. absolute historic moment of my life, and I have to thank you for playing your part in it. <3

ah, for those who don't know what I'm going on about...

first things first, credit for the story itself goes to my irl best friend, who wrote the campaign proper - a crossover between the Forgotten Realms we all know and hopefully love, and a... rather obscure visual novel that holds a very special place in my heart.

the party: my aarakocra half-dragon sorcerer, Serrakah; @bunniletto's vampiric tiefling bard, Adrian; @shitty-drawer's half-elven cleric of Lathander, Tyrion; her friend's (who I'm not sure has a tumblr) elf rogue, Karina; and last but not least, your dearest bloodhunter dragon girlie, Cookie!

the premise: a masquerade ball in Baldur's Gate, hosted at the headquarters of a once-prestigious guild. but things go awry as the host - the sole survivor of a massacre of both guild staff and clients several years ago - is murdered on stage, and our ragtag group of adventurers must band together to venture deeper into the guild facility, discovering the dark secrets of its past, and for some, how it entwines with their own backstories...

also featuring: many fights against blue tieflings and mephits that say "poopyhead", using food as improvised weaponry, a friendly baby mimic, tripping on ice from the Nine Hells, and so. many. awkward moments of romantic tension between poor Serrakah and... well, my f/o, given the d&d treatment.

many of the finer details have slipped from my memory, but thankfully I've got the recordings of all three sessions - and if I cringe too much at the sound of my own voice in those, at least I've got your extensive notes to rely on! :D

#esvie's answers #crysdrawsthings #dungeons and dragons #d&d #story: it's a beautiful night for a bloodbath #esvie's ocs #oc: serrakah #friend's ocs #friend oc: adrian #friend oc: tyrion #friend oc: karina #friend oc: jheraar/oreo/cookie #🍓🪶

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oblivions-dawn · 11 months

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The Curse of Elanor

As part of an amazing art trade with the awesomely talented @crysdrawsthings, I wrote about the silly OC Elanor! It was so fun [and hilarious] tackling a character that just EMITS clumsiness and chaos. Please go check out Crys and follow them for stunning art if you haven't already!! Always a joy to see you on my dash friend! I hope you enjoy~!

“Elanor.”

The Altmer twitched at the sound of her name in that cruel, bored voice. She glanced over her cup of tea, a wary sip at her lips—only to find Elenwen far more interested in the book in her hands than the Thalmor across from her.

“Find something useful to do,” the woman quipped.

“Such as?” Elanor asked thinly, biting her tongue to stop herself from distastefully insulting the First Emissary out of spite.

Elenwen flipped the page. “Perhaps Estormo can distract with his little project.”

Ah, Estormo. Ancano’s friend and assistant. He was stuck here in the Thalmor Embassy with the rest of them, although Elanor was certain that he would rather be at the College of Winterhold—she knew she would. She swallowed the rest of her tea with a large, forceful gulp, then went off to find Estormo.

He was, for once, surprisingly easy to find; he was pouring over tomes and alchemical equipment and magical energies in the general laboratory, where he muttered to himself in deep concentration. Elanor, with her hands behind her back and a pep in her step, approached him confidently.

“Estormo—”

The Altmer man screamed in fright and whipped around, his eyes wide with fear as he clutched his chest. Elanor blinked, uncertain of the reason behind his reaction. Surely, he had heard her come in? She wasn’t exactly quiet.

“Knock next time, would you!?” he snapped in huffy exasperation. “My research is very delicate, and I will not have some lowlife ruin it!” She pursed her lips at the insult, which throbbed painfully in her chest. Nonetheless, she was silent as he composed himself, his tone softening. “For what reason am I being disturbed?”

Elanor stiffened. “I was told to assist you?” She sniffed dismissively. “Whatever that means.”

“Assist me?” He glared in disapproval. “What could a peasant like you possibly . . .” His expression faltered, an idea alight in his eyes. “Perhaps you aren’t so useless after all. Quickly—stand here.”

Elanor followed his finger and briefly observed the crude chalk circle he had drawn on the floor. She stood in its centre and tried to make sense of the runes before her thoughts were broken by Estormo again.

“Oh—and hold this. Don’t drop it.”

He hastily handed her a skull, although it was without its lower jaw and had an amethyst and sapphire in its sockets. Elanor stared at the intricate swirls that had been carved into it with immense interest. It reminded her of the skull she had gifted Elisif, and wondered if Potema had given the Jarl of Solitude a piece of Oblivion or merely killed her off. The memory brought a smile to her lips.

Estormo’s soft yet passionate murmurs brought Elanor out of her reminiscing. She raised a golden brow.

“Do you even know what you’re—”

“Shh!”

Her mouth snapped shut. His eyes were closed in concentration as he made vague hand movements towards her. Then, he fell silent.

Nothing happened.

“That—That should have worked!” Estormo crossed his arms and huffed as he tapped his foot, frustrated. “Why won’t it—?”

Elanor idly placed her hand on the crown of the skull.

Crack!

Both of them jumped at the sound. The skull now had a massive fracture down the centre. Elanor lifted her hand—and it crumbled into pieces to the floor. For a long moment, neither of them dared to speak, stunned.

“What a shitty skull,” Elanor finally said.

“You—” Estormo’s face became a deep shade of angry red. “You ruin EVERYTHING!”

“Elanor.”

Her eyes snapped towards the voice. Her stomach sunk when she saw Elenwen, who looked on with disapproval.

“Perhaps you would be of better use in the kitchens.”

And so she went to the kitchens—and, in less than five minutes, proceeded to spill an entire cauldron of soup onto the floor.

“Elanor! Go write for our scribes.”

Everything was going rather well for her—until a shiny beetle scuttled across her desk, and caused her quill dug too deeply and tore several pages of beautifully crafted parchment.

“Oh Elanor. Can’t you do anything right? Clean it up.”

Out of frustration, she knocked expensive ink all over a stack of books and missed her intended target: the scribe’s hand. No matter what she did, Elenwen’s sharp voice rang across the space and pierced her pointed ears. The Thalmor Embassy was a sliver of Oblivion in Nirn that Elanor desperately wished she could crush beneath her own hands.

“That’s quite enough out of you. Go to your room, Elanor.”

With a flare of her nostrils, she began to trudge to her room—then Elenwen stopped her.

“And take this,” she snipped as she shoved a letter into her gloved hands.

Elanor’s interest was piqued as she went to her room, her eyes pointed at the scroll tied with a silky blue ribbon. She entered her room and shut the door behind her, then sat on her bed. She tugged on the ribbon and it unravelled with ease. She unfurled the scroll, then gasped. She recognised the elegant yet straightforward handwriting.

Silence elapsed as she read Ancano’s letter. Sadness swelled in her chest. He was just as cruel as ever; although it was merely a letter, she could hear his sneer as if he was beside her.

“Thuri.”

A small scream escaped Elanor’s lips. With her attention torn away from the contents of the letter, she turned to find—to her surprise—Alduin. Somehow, the dragon had fit his very large head through her window—and without her notice. Her red eyes gleamed down at her.

“Whatever is the matter?” he asked, his voice gruff yet genuine. “I could sense your so from across Taazokaan.”

Elanor gaped openly at him. She had a million and one questions to ask him, and they all rushed her at once at a dizzying speed. How in Oblivion did he get through the window with his massive head? Was she projecting that much, or was he just messing with her? Was he really here for something so simple, so human? And why on Nirn would a dragon—much less the World-Eater himself—involve himself in such petty matters?

She had no answers—and frankly, she didn’t want them. She simply held up her letter and watched as his eyes darted across the page, his expression unreadable.

Then, he opened his mouth, and moved forward. She quickly snatched the letter away just as his jaws clicked shut.

“Don’t eat it!” she screeched.

“It’s upsetting you, thuri,” Alduin argued as his nostrils flared. “A dovahkiin should not suffer from such petty—”

“It is not petty. I’m sad because . . . because I miss him.” Elanor’s shoulders dropped as her eyes skimmed the letter again. “I really miss him.”

“You . . . joor mey.” He shook his head. “He is cruel with his words. You are worthy of more than that.”

“See, and this is why it’s my letter and not yours,” Elanor defended. “I understand him. You don’t. Because you’re an idiot.”

Alduin bristled, his eyes narrowed. “I am not—”

The door burst open. Elanor whipped around to find Elenwen. Panic clawed at her throat. How was she going to explain why a dragon was—

“Elanor,” the woman huffed. “I have an assignment for you.”

“Uh . . .” She glanced over her shoulder—and found that Alduin was gone. She was bewildered. Had she imagined his presence? No—that was impossible. She wasn’t that crazy. She knew what crazy was—and it certainly was not her. How he had appeared and disappeared was a mystery to her, and one that she would have to solve another time. She nervously turned her attention back to Elenwen. “An assignment?”

“Yes.” She clasped her hands behind her back, her face settled into a blank slate. “I’ve received word that you’re . . . needed at the College of Winterhold. Savos Aren is proving extremely difficult as late, so it was suggested that you and Estormo go and investigate with Ancano to find the root of the Arch-Mage’s newfound arrogance.” Her glare hardened. “This mission is the upmost importance, and I will not accept failure. Are we clear?”

Butterflies fluttered in Elanor’s stomach. The College of Winterhold? With Ancano? The news was so sudden that she had to repress the urge to cackle with joy. Nirn was on her side after all, for not only would she see Ancano on a daily basis again, but she would get out from beneath Elenwen’s snobby nose. Perhaps, when she returned, she would curse that nose of hers to never smell again.

Emboldened by this news, Elanor allowed a wide smile to stretch her lips.

“Yes, First Emissary. We are crystal.”

#Senu's Writing #crysdrawsthings #friend OC #art trade #Elanor the Thalmor #Elenwen #Estormo #Alduin #Skyrim fanfiction #I HOPE YOU LOVE IT CRYS I KNOW I DO <3333

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dekarios · 17 days

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For the ask meme, what about 12 and 17?

Also hope you have a good day c:

12. what’s some good advice you want to share?

oh gosh hmm.. something that took me a long time to accept and understand was that selfishness isn't inherently bad nor a negative trait to have. that it's actually vital to survive, to care for yourself and give yourself the love and respect you deserve.

it is hard to be selfish i think, especially in a world where selfishness is used as a device to insult, shame and mock people. a selfish character is a villain. a selfish character is called evil in dnd. yknow?

but you need to be selfish. no one has your back like you do. no one can love you like you can. no one is going to put you first in the way you may desire, except for you. prioritising yourself is not an evil action. yeah, selflessness is good, of course it is, but you gotta learn your limits. you gotta know when you say enough is enough, it's time to be selfish, it's time to put myself first.

please.. please please please learn how to put yourself first. you have to protect yourself. you gotta give yourself that love and care. no one is worth hurting yourself for, NOTHING is worth hurting yourself for. not a friend, a partner, a family member, a job, school, anything.. anything at all. if it reaches your limits, passes your boundaries - learn to say enough is enough - it's time to be selfish.

make actions that have future you looking back and saying thank you for looking out for me.

17. name 3 things that make you happy

my ocs :3

my friends ocs :3c

shipping (platonic too!) ocs with my friends >:3c

i am extremely oc brained rn .

#fray.txt #ask #crysdrawsthings #MY DAY WAS OKAY THANK YOU <3 #i hope today is even better than okay!!!!!!!

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crynwr-drwg · 6 months

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If you feel like it, of course! - 💌

mutuals send me a 💌 and ill tell u something i love about you

!!! The stuff you make is absolutely incredible, and I think you're an incredibly funny person. Genuinely a joy when I see you on the dash or I get a notif from you. Proper lad, 10/10 also your oc's are really fun to see and hear about.

#ask #ask game #crysdrawsthings #crynwrdrwg

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cursed-ever-to-wander · 2 years

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Sketching my Elden Ring protagonist - Nizsseax.

Complicated existence-wise, but can be summed up as a reborn by Renalla amalgamation of an oath-sworn dragon and a glintstone sorceress, that is twice as stuck-up and obnoxious as the simple sum of the parts.

Practically she is going to fistfight god if it would help Queen Renalla and this is more or less her story. Attempt upon attempt upon attempt to help her queen.

#elden ring #tarnished #well sort of #oath-sworn and reborn #soulsborne #vistas of painted worlds #crysdrawsthings

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akaviri-dovah · 1 year

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Snowberry, Elves Ear, Chaurus Egg and Riften for Aeva, perhaps, for the Skyrim Asks? Feel free to drop any or all of those, obviously!

And hope you are having a good day :D

right back at ya! I have been doing quite well these days.

(questions from HERE)

Snowberry: Favorite random quest?

I'm not entirely sure if this denotes those multi-staged miscellaneous sidequests or just simple fetch quests so I'll answer for both.

for the first type, Unfathomable Depths, the one where you have to return a lexicon cube to a Dwemer ruin. it had a very fascinating story behind it told on the way.

as for the second type, the one where you have to collect three amethysts for Talen-Jei so he can make a traditional Argonian engagement/wedding ring for his beloved Keerava.

Elves Ear: What do you play Skyrim on?

I play it on PC, specifically my laptop that I'm not entirely sure is built for gaming... I don't have any consoles at home and even if I did I doubt I could play without all of my mods.

Chaurus Eggs: Favorite Aedra?

tossup between Akatosh for all things draconic, and Kynareth for the beautiful skies and natural vistas of Tamriel (in-universe).

Riften: What's (OC's name) personality like? (Chosen OC: Aeva)

Aeva is an insecure one, first and foremost, mostly over her appearance which has gotten her shunned and insulted for the majority of her life. however, she possesses an unmatched determination, always pushing forward in hopes of one day gaining the approval of someone, anyone.

she tries to act tough and cold like her comrades, though this act is easily broken for she can get very emotional in confrontations. and while she feels no remorse for hurting humans and beastfolk, she feels an obligation to help and/or take care of her fellow mer (perhaps having roots in the aforementioned desire for approval), and has a soft spot for animals too. also, she has a tendency to misinterpret the intentions of those who do nice things for her since she rarely experienced such during her youth.

#aka's answers #crysdrawsthings #aka's ocs #oc: aevalinwe

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captain-of-silvenar · 1 year

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What about either of 2, 3 or 10 (or all of those) for character of your choice?

Aw yeah, here we go!

I'm gonna start this one with Kerasil, my Bosmer Warden and Captain of Silvenar from ESO!

What is their grooming routine?

Kerasil is pretty minimal in general care. A quick dip in the river and soap (so long as it's Green Pact compliant) is usually enough for her to start the day. The only exception maybe is that she takes care of her hair to ensure it's not a birds nest and that she looks the part of her station.

If anything, she takes care of her uniform/armor/clothing much better. Leathers have to stay dry and oiled if under constant use. Anything polishable ought to have that specific shine. And on the super rare occasion she is going to a formal event she breaks out the fancy clothing and inspects it to make sure all the stiching, beadwork, etc, etc, are all in order.

She's not overtly materialistic about her clothing, it's just that she has to present a certain image with her position as Captain of Silvenar. Outside of work she'd rather be dressed casually and as comfortably as possible.

What was their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go?

Oooohhh, this is a hard one. I'd like to think that with her job she gets quite a bit of income. But that she doesn't personally know what to use it all for. The most expensive purchase I think realistically would be her home. More so that she bought the location and then got some Spinners to sing up some snugpods to make up the houses.

Beyond that, I think the most expensive thing she bought was a beautiful bow for her husband, Melar. Most of her disposable income goes towards anything Melar and her children want. In her personal story she is drenched either in work, out traveling across Valenwood a lot for her job. She doesn't spend as much time at home compared to her husband (stay-at-home dad), so when she does come back she showers them in gifts and picks up the chores all all that.

When it's not about her family, usually it goes to drinks and very delicious meals ;p Perks of the job to afford the finest in Bosmeri cuisine!

What objects do they always carry around with them?

Armor and weapons can always change around. Personal items need to be light if she goes across the country often enough. The one thing she always keeps on her is the wedding earring Melar carved for her.

It's in the shape of an antler (Sacred Antler Earring in-game) and that thing does not come off under any circumstances. You somehow threaten the safety of that, you will no longer have hands to grab it with.

#shady speak #character asks #kerasil oakvine #thank you cry for the questions!#loved answering these they were so fun #bosmer #tes #eso #elder scrolls #crysdrawsthings

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