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truth-01001001-liar · 8 months

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Realized I haven’t really drawn my Vestige like ever…. so here he is! (and also his pet rat named Rice)

#eso #tes #altmer #high elf #tes oc #tes oc: flowers #my art #TruthiLiar’s art #vestige #vestige oc #close up because rat

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babyblueetbaemonster · 4 months

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Help I'm dummy old and the crack of my bones keeps alerting the Shambles!

#tes #oblivion #shivering isles #Through the Fringe of Madness #Gardens of Flesh and Bone #Jayred Ice-Veins #hero of kvatch #hok #tes oc #oc: acelta #i just want to pick mushroom in peace is that too much to ask #my old spine and knee and ankle and...#being a freelance alchemist is harder than i thought #but picking flowers and mushrooms is my favorite activity #is yoga a thing in tamreil? maybe back massage?

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nerevar-quote-and-star · 2 months

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Trying to transliterate Leara's name into Quenya, and it somehow becomes, uh,

Lëarra

Which basically means "You Sealion!"

And I'm just, "Oh yes, this is That Sealion Woman, and she can breathe fire, as all sealions do."

If Leara, for any reason at all, needed an actual Quenya or Sindarin name for any fun Elvish shenanigans, we'll just use Calairie/Calearil, which is "Light of the Sea" in Quenya and Sindarin, and what Leara actually means.

#I mean yes she uses vilya as her spy name but that's elrond's ring (ps elrond is my favorite i wanted you to know)#and elanor is her middle name and what she used in the blades but that's just a flower which yeah leara is big on roses #BUT ELANOR IS ALSO SAM'S DAUGHTER I CAN'T DO THAT #how did lin manuel miranda get on my likes playlist wth oh it's moana cool cool #anyway #coining a name like artanis felagund for a character has made me so twitchy that i have to do languages right now or not at all #ever look at aldmeris/altmeris and quenya and sindarin side by side and go 'huh there are a lot of crossover words what's up with that?'#BUT YOU KNOW IT'S BECAUSE TOLKIEN IS THE FATHER OF ELVISH AND ANY OTHER ELF LANGUAGE IS GOING TO BORROW #it's like uh oh he'd hate this comparison but it's like tolkien elvish is latin/greek and TES elvish is english #but yeah i brought maglor's name over into aldmeris so leara needed to be taken into quenya and sindarin #it's totally not because i'm still thinking of that hypothetical Skyrim/lotr leara/glorfindel fic #okay i am but it's even more pipedreamy than leara/astarion #keeping count is going to be 50+ chapters I am a COLLEGE STUDENT i am so tired please help me #I'm going to go make cookies in the air fryer now like an unhinged feral fey faerie child #which is what i am in case you were wondering which i note you WEREN'T #ahem #oc: leara roseblade #languages #mod post #BUT NO HOLD ON i don't know ANY D&D ELVISH WHATSOEVER but they told me astarion means little star and it's his childhood name #and i am like obviously because 'ion' means 'son of' in Sindarin and can easily become a diminutive suffix #i am dangerous around languages i can tell you where any cow is from just on the name alone its madness (is it? is it madness?)#okay now i'm done

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rosenfey · 5 months

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— skyrim!faerene is a dunmer adopted by a noble breton household out of high isle. she ventures to skyrim in order to find out about her reputedly deceased mother who was last seen at the college of winterhold. 🍄🕯️🪶

#ambie.txt #oc: faerene rosenhall #*skyrim #hello hi im back in my tes era #in this verse she was also born out of a magical tree that had a woman imprisoned inside a.k.a my oc alethea #alethea is a bosmer here so in the tradition of faerene taking after her she has some wood elf blood in her veins!#and you cant see them through the flower crown but she has littol baby antlers. as a treat #she hides them because she doesnt like people staring :///

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umbracirrus · 2 months

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A few days ago I wanted to mess about with new brushes on clip studio and found a paintbrush-like one that I really liked, then decked my back in before I could finish it. But I've finished my drawing now!

My dragonborn Elyse, with a dragon's tongue flower! And two different coloured dresses because I couldn't decide which colour I preferred.

#meg has done some drawing #dragonborn oc elyse #skyrim #skyrim fanart #tes v skyrim #and also featuring a slight variation of her usual hairstyle with some loose strands of hair #and the reason she's holding a dragon's tongue is because it's a flower which balgruuf associates with her. and she gets with balgruuf #the yellow dress is one which i drew her in in the past. a drawing where she's on balgruuf's balcony at night. my favourite drawing to date #i also like how i drew her with earrings once and now they are just. part of her design.

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callsignbaphomet · 4 months

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[In Skyrim] Loke likes to keep a little garden, it's divided in half. One half for ingredients for potions and one as a bit of a "memorial" type of thing dedicated to his mom (he's always closest with his mom no matter if it's Oracle or any AU).

That part of the garden is full of flowers because Sanaa loved flowers and thought they were the most beautiful things in all of Mundus. Well, second only to her kids.

Loke's always busy though, he hardly has time to properly care for that side of the garden and sometimes those flowers wither and die. However, Jelani always manages to keep an eye on the garden and when he notices one is withering he brings it back to life (he's a necromancer after all). Loke isn't aware of any of it, he's never seen one die because Jelani takes great care to make sure his dad (yeah, long story, I'll explain in the info dump) never sees any of the flowers withering or dead. After Loke met Uthorim and he caught Jelani bringing back some flowers to life he explained the importance of the flowers and from then on both of them make sure that that side of the garden is as equally taken care of so Loke never has to see any of them die. Angelus being no good with gardening buys some equipment and seeds to make sure they can be easily replaced in case Jelani fails to bring any of them back and actually hired an expert botanist to come by every few weeks to make the garden as robust as they can. It's his way of helping in making sure Loke never has to endure losing his mom again.

#Uthorim/Loke #tes: Loke #tes: Jelani #tes: Angelus #au oc things #what's the point in knowing necromancy if you can't use it for bringing back little flowers?

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elavoria · 9 months

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Snippet Someday

Rules: Revisit an old fic (or earlier chapters of your current WIP) and share a snip from:

Your first chapter

Your favorite chapter

Your most challenging chapter

Alternatively, if you don't write longfic, feel free to share your one-shots. Provide as much or as little commentary as you want.

Tagged by @dirty-bosmer, thank you! <3 Going to use my in-progress Dragon Age longfic Knight’s Star [yes it’s had a title this whole time...] because Amaryllia is my most beloved little darling.

First scene, specifically the opening paragraphs of the fic that introduce our heroine and set the scene:

Amaryllia stared into the mirror of the vanity that had been hers for less than a day. So much had happened in such a short amount of time that she felt sure an age must have passed, and yet she looked the same as ever: her bright green eyes stared back at her, gaze unwavering, and the wild waves of her white hair fell to her chest and framed her pale face and pointed ears. All was in order.

She thought of Jowan, now a wanted maleficar, and of Lily, who would be sent to the mages’ prison, but mostly she thought of the people still at the Circle that she would be leaving behind. It was all she had ever known, all she thought she would ever know, and now she was leaving abruptly and unceremoniously, disgraced and honored at the same time. She would miss Eadric and their discussions about elves, and Senior Enchanter Leorah, who was a dear friend and mentor and had only recently been promoted. Mostly, though, her thoughts kept returning to Cullen, the sweet but hopelessly awkward templar whose crush on her she had cherished and returned. She kept replaying their last conversation in her mind—

Favorite scene, oh goodness there are so many scenes to choose from and I don’t like posting my very favorite parts before they’re published because they tend to be very close to my heart, but have this little exchange once Loghain and Amaryllia are finally a couple, because happy Loghain has my whole heart:

He pulled her closer to him and she placed her arm around his waist as well, forcing them to slow their pace.

“We do make quite the pair,” she mused. “The Hero of Ferelden and the Hero of River Dane... I suppose we can only hope that history will be kind to us.”

“History, hmm?” Loghain asked, unable to hide his amusement. “Is it finally my turn to remind you that we still have the rest of our lives to live first?”

She laughed, then said, “You are right, of course. Who knows what the future may have in store. I am willing to face anything, so long as it is with you.”

He gave her a gentle squeeze, and they made the rest of their walk in silence, parting with fond smiles in anticipation of the evening.

Most challenging scene, the honor has to go to the 31k words I spent on Broken Circle, but specifically only the revenant fight since I don’t have much experience with those:

Amaryllia frowned as she called forth more magic from the safety of her pillar. As the swordsmen moved around in a deadly dance of clashing blades, sometimes the others had to risk catching the revenant’s attention to take meaningful shots at it, and she was sure that Alistair and Sten must be tiring despite her and Wynne’s regenerative capabilities. She was being as conservative as she dared with her magic, but even so, her mana reserves would not last forever. There were so many things that could go wrong. Too many things.

She leaned around the pillar and fired a lightning bolt at the revenant, only to gasp as she watched it bash Alistair with its shield. The force launched him into the air and knocked him into Sten, who fell back where he stood. Alistair kept going, skidding across the floor until a pew stopped him with a thud. Seemingly satisfied for the moment, the revenant turned to find its next victim as Leliana stepped out from behind her pillar and fired an arrow through its helmet. The creature hissed in rage and plunged its sword into the ground, leaving the stone rippling as it extended its hand, and before Leliana could fully retreat, it pulled her to it with its magic.

Tagging @nostalgic-breton-girl and @sheirukitriesfandom and anyone else who wants to share!

#dragon age #dragon age origins #warden surana #amaryllia #my writing #my oc #knight's star #not tes #ah this was fun : )#i suppose i should start tagging the title as well...#it comes from hippeastrum which is the true type of flower i based her design on though it's often called amaryllis #and indeed i thought it was an amaryllis but technically not #her name and its associations are from amaryllis proper of course and knight's star is absolutely perfect for her so it all works out

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kytic · 2 years

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Farkas and Raven, having some silly fun putting flowers in each other's hair. Another gift I made for @ronkeyroo a while back. <3

#farkas #farkas x raven #tes farkas #farkas skyrim #skyrim art #flowers #flowers in hair #sweet romance #skyrim fanart #the elder scrolls skyrim #not my oc #my art

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lemmegetcoffee · 1 year

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Ruby

headshot commissioned by Foolish-Hearts on deviantart

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nil-hahnu-okaaz · 6 months

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What is your favorite spot in Skyrim? Like a town or a spot in the woods.

Truly nicest place I've ever visited may be this quiet lowlit grotto that I was brought to by a Daedric Prince. It was so serene, least disturbing plane of Oblivion I've seen by far, and they had some of the most well crafted meads I'd ever tasted. The tone of the whole area and party were immaculate, almost felt like a trap but completely didn't at the same time. Also, the Daedra in question left me with a nice parting gift. A wall ornament of a gorgeous flower. Pleasant experience overall. Don't even remember how I met the guy. I count this experience because this area definitely looked like it could be a place on Nirn. That being said, planes of Oblivion aren't quite Skyrim, right?

So also, I remember an isolated cave with a log bridge towards the entrance which led to a grotto flush with plants and waterflow. The climate was perfectly moderate and boasted a gorgeously verdant landscape dotted with an odd variant of mountain flowers, some ancient stonework, and many an eclipse of rare ancestor moths flitting about. I could have stayed forever. There, I was able to witness the framework of Nirn in a way few could even attempt without going totally blind.

While this wasn't my first successful attempt at interpretting part of an Elder Scroll, I wouldn't say that the Throat of the World was nearly as comfortable of an experience. Way too chilly up there to relax. Seeing the Time Wound was horrifying for me at first, too. There were no flowers either. But that's a story for another time. Thank you for asking. 🌼

#i love flowers #tes skyrim #argonian dockworker #skyrim oc #argonian oc #dragonborn oc #tesblr #askfalls

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ehlnofay · 1 year

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22 for Efri 🌻🌷♥️

wildflowers

“What’s this one say?”

The little light in Sissel’s hands gutters and goes out.

“Efri,” Jouane says, with the sort of tired, kind patience he uses a lot when talking to her, “Sissel needs to concentrate. We’re doing lessons, remember?”

“Sorry.” Efri taps the open pages of the book she found on the table. “But what’s it say?”

Sissel opens her eyes and peers, blinking hard, at the page. “It’s called lapprose.”

Efri looks back at the book.

They’re in the living room of Rorik and Jouane’s house (their house is huge, it has five rooms), Sissel and Jouane doing very serious magic practice over the little table and Efri on the floor with a book she found. She always finds herself at a bit of a loose end when she tags along with Sissel here. Sissel’s got business being in this house – Jouane visibly adores her, and Rorik is nice to her instead of just polite, so it’s fine for her to come here and eat dinner and do spells – but Efri doesn’t, really, except for having no-where else she wants to be. And Sissel likes it when she comes here – there’s that.

Normally she brings mending to do, because she never has enough time for it, and if she gets bored she’ll interrupt Sissel’s lessons, and that’s not fair. But today she only brought one blanket that she ripped when trying to use it as a cape, and it’s all fixed now, and she still doesn’t want to go home, so she found a botanical book on the end of the table and is now leafing through looking at all the pictures of flowers. They’re not coloured – just ink printed on the page – but she’s pretty sure she recognises some of them.

It kind of defeats the purpose, actually, because she meant to not be disruptive, but now she’s getting intrigued by all the drawings and the words she can’t read and she wants to know what they say.

“It says it grows around Whiterun and parts of Falkreath and Eastmarch,” Sissel tells her helpfully, before Efri even has to ask.

“I think I’ve seen it,” she says, bringing the picture close to her face for closer inspection. “Out on the plains. Is it purple?”

“I can’t see,” Sissel says, which is fair. Efri is holding the book up to her face, after all. She’s pretty sure it’s the same one as she saw.

She puts the book back on her lap. “Thanks. Sorry for interrupting. Sorry, Jouane.”

“It’s all right,” Jouane says graciously. Efri likes Jouane. He talks to the both of them like they’re people and always tells Sissel she’s great at magic – which she is. She doesn’t get enough people telling her she’s doing a good job. “Sissel, I think your concentration is fine. It’s your willpower you need to work on.”

Sissel shakes out her hands; Efri goes back to flipping through the book. Sometimes she looks up to watch what they’re doing – now Jouane is the one conjuring a little magic light, and Sissel seems to be trying really hard to get rid of it.

She doesn’t quite manage it the first time, though she tries ‘til she’s white-knuckled and red-faced, but Jouane just puts his hands palms-down on his legs and says, “Don’t worry, we can try again. Remember, don’t try too hard, be natural. The magic wants to happen; our job is giving it a direction.”

Sissel breathes a few minutes. Efri shuffles over, leans her scruffy head on Sissel’s knee and asks, “What’s this one say?”

“Bearberry.” Sissel taps her fingers on the top of Efri’s head. She reads for a bit. “They grow as low-lying bushes. They get mixed up with snowberries a lot, ‘cause they look the same, but it’s okay because they’re edible, just don’t taste very nice.”

“Thanks,” Efri says, and shuffles back into place.

Sissel gets it on the second try, quenching Jouane’s bobbing light almost right away. He says she did an incredible job, and she glows. (Literally, a bit. Doing magic makes her look so alive, in a bright glittery way.)

Efri flicks through the book, half watching her friend, half looking at the pictures. Whenever she gets to a page she wants to know about, she creases the paper so it will be easy to find later.

Eventually Jouane decides they’ve been practicing long enough. Apparently doing too much magic can be really dangerous. Jouane starts packing up the things they were using – a candle, some ink and paper – while Sissel slides off the chair to join Efri on the floorboards.

Efri goes back to all the pages she marked and Sissel reads out the names in her quiet whispery voice. Revebjelle, tettegras, wolfsbane, saddlemilk. Some Efri recognises the look of. More she doesn’t.

“Do you want me to walk home with you, girls?” Jouane asks, same as always; same as always, they say no, thanks.

Jouane stops Efri at the door.

“Efri,” he starts, and Sissel pauses by the gate in the dark, waiting. “You seemed to really like that book.”

Efri did like that book, she said so. She’s not sure why he’s bringing it up. “Yeah, I did.”

“Would you like to borrow it to look at at home?”

He looks so earnest. Efri squints at him.

“I mean, there’s not much point,” she points out. “Not like I can read it.”

“Mm.” Jouane looks at her funny, pulling his nice wool shawl tighter round his shoulders. “If you don’t mind my asking, why did you never go to school and learn these things?”

“Didn’t want to,” Efri says blithely. It’s not the whole truth, but just because Efri likes Jouane, doesn’t mean she trusts him.

He might be able to tell it’s not all of the truth, because he nods in a thinking sort of way and then says, “Well, you’re welcome to borrow the book regardless. You can look at the pictures as much as you like. It might give you something to do when you’re out alone – Sissel tells me you go quite far on your own, herding the goats.”

“Yeah.”

“Would you like to take it for a little while? I can go get it for you now.”

Efri inspects his face.

She grins. “Yeah, sure. Thank you.”

He gets the book. She tucks it under her arm and goes out into the road, Sissel peeling away from the gate to walk with her.

Three days later she and Sissel come in as the sun is setting. Sissel, like normal, is empty-handed; Efri, not like normal, is garlanded in flowers.

She talks about them for ages over dinner, pointing to each, even the ones starting to wilt. They’re knotted into her hair, tied in chains round her wrists, stuffed in her pockets. She calls most of them by name, flipping to their pages in the book, which she has dutifully dog-eared – this one’s gullris, these ones are roseroot, I think this is tarflower but I’m not sure, this is all just lavender which isn’t very interesting but I think it smells nice – and they all listen, Rorik slightly bemused, Sissel with careful attention, Jouane smiling. At one point she drops a sprig of gullris in her potatoes and eats it by accident. It doesn’t taste very good.

“And I’m pretty sure this is this one – don’t tell me, I could see it starts with an M but I can’t really read past it – M-A-K –”

“That’s an R,” Sissel tells her.

Efri huffs. “Ugh. I always mix up the letters. It doesn’t matter, I don’t know how to put them together in my head anyway.

“M-A-R-I-K-A-P-E,” Jouane says, leaning over to point out each letter in turn. “Marikåpe. It grows in Whiterun and Falkreath, a little in the eastern parts of the Reach. I think it’s a weed.”

“Well, I still think it’s pretty,” Efri says, cradling the pocketful of little green blooms.

“Would you like me to put it in a vase?” asks Jouane. His eyes are crinkling at the corners.

Efri shakes her head. “No, thanks,” she says, but she’s smiling.

After she and Sissel have wandered down the dark village road that night, Jouane finds a little bundle of half-wilted flowers left behind on the table, tied together with a thread that ends in a lopsided bow. He touches each of their petals – marikåpe, gullris, tarflower – and then carefully unties them and places them in a cup of water.

He sets it on his windowsill, in view of the road and of any goat-herding children who happen to pass by tomorrow in the early morning.

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truth-01001001-liar · 6 months

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uhh… eye practice? featuring my tes ocs eyes :>

#twas fun #tes #TruthiLiar’s art #from top to bottom first then left to right :#tes oc: wraith #tes oc: viiraulor #tes oc: flowers #tes oc: j’uhna #tes oc: daggi #tes oc: morvana-dar

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babyblueetbaemonster · 1 year

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Daggerfall everyone. Daggerfall.

Flower picking is my favorite activity in TES game, Daggerfall. My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined XD

But Daggerfall has the true freedom to explore dungeon in all direction!

=====just me talking about dungeons=====

Skyrim dungeon feels like an one way road. There's only one way to walk through this place. On foot and one direction. The quest item is right next the entrance, but the door is blocked. It can only be open on the other side so I have to go the long way. Sometimes they sent me to the same place for different quests. Yeah.

I should play more Oblivion. I remember they also have only one way to go through dungeons, but I have to walk all the way back for some of them? I rarely do to the same dungeon twice. Sometimes I can jump to inaccessible places. That's why I'm not mad at Oblivion XD

Morrowind! I love that one time I randomly look up and saw some space up there I can explore. I also love that time I fell into water just to find a underwater dungeon. And I love recall and intervention. I love Morrowind <3

Daggerfall! Go right, go left, climb up, dive down. Go to any direction freely! Because they're random generated so there's no right way to walk through these dungeons. Leaping, climbing, swimming, crawling. Levitate, Slowfalling, Recall. Elevators, brick doors, floating skulls, underwater tunnels, and lots of secret doors. Sometimes I walk back to the entrance, sometimes I'm in a underwater cave. I once killed the quest enemy for a two minutes walk. I also missed a quest item in a secret door and get lost deep inside a fortress. I'm so glad we have recall spell. Daggerfall's dungeon is way too complicate for it's own good, but that's exactly why I like it! :D