#the not so Skyrim WIP

[choilacanth]

TES Summer Fest: profane

UHHHHHHH I'll show myself out hahahaha (click to zoom in)

Visible book titles: “On Artaeum”, “Mudcrab Rearing 101”, “Chicken Soul for the Soup”

All credits go to my partner for the idea. :]

@tes-summer-fest

#suggestive #seeker #skyrim #apocrypha #darra salvi #comics #choi comics #dunmer #tes art #elder scrolls #the elder scrolls #drawing #so many hands... so many books...so many tentacles... #the result of the MARTHAAA WHERE'S MY PROPANOLOL wip #tesfest23 #For the record they’re not kinkshaming the one dude it’s about screwing around on company time #folder1 #gallery

[kyo-hiki]

cant get over him,, my pookie

#i love him so much #i dont trust ppl that killed him on their first run #i always trusted him lol #hes my baby now #my dovahkiins name is athen btw #hes like 6'5 feet tall lmao #im still getting the hang on things after not drawing for months so if this looks kinda rushed.. u kno why #also like i said. too many wips lol. i just want to get this ideas outta my brain AAAAAAA #cicero #cicero tes #tes skyrim #skyrim #tesblr #dovahkiin #my art #art #fanart #dunmer #im gonna finish a disco elysium wip next maype :3

[stellarsightz]

Work in progressss ignore how rough this looks 🫶

They have claimed my heart and soul

#Working on a colour palette challenge thing 👀 and it doesn't look half bad so far #Never realised how many colours i normally use until i started working on this lol #Constantly restraining myself from adding different/complimentary colours 💔 #But aheem heem. Look at my Fraela propaganda art boy #tesblr #skyrim #my art #artists on tumblr #tes v skyrim #aela the huntress #dragonborn aela #frea skyrim #frea #fraela #frea/aela #frea x aela #work in progress #wip art #stellar.wipz

[throughtrialbyfire]

𝐖𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 ♥

i'm back! hopefully!! (yes i know i'm a day late but STILL-)

sorry i havent been doing wip wednesdays, i'm only now really recovering from the exhaustion of last semester. that being said, thank you to the lovely @skyrim-forever for tagging me!!

i'm tagging the amazing @dirty-bosmer @mareenavee @oblivions-dawn @totally-not-deacon and @archangelsunited !!!! if you're not tagged and wanna join, feel free to tag me back regardless, i love seeing what you're all working on!! <33

this comes from chapter 31 of "Cycle of the Serpent", and is a longer piece of an excerpt i posted recently. warning, it is, indeed, long. i hope you enjoy!

Mid-morning nestled uncertainly atop the high mountains at the edge of Solitude. The sun peaked its head out hours ago, and the daylight colors took it as their sign to sprawl over the sea, a chill in the air as Last Seed came to its end. A constant breeze trailed off the sea, fumbling along the multicolored flags strung between buildings, high above the trios heads as they made the brisk march to Castle Dour. The constant exchanging of shade for sun between buildings, of money for goods in the nearby market, and the eternally-present sounds of the blacksmith and his apprentice at work pushed their feet further towards the grand doors, Emeros' chin held high. He'd woken up late for the first time in a very long time, and that fact alone had done its best to unravel his senses for the first few minutes of his day. Breakfast had been a brief affair. While Athenath looked pleased to be done with all of this and finally make their way to the Bard's College, Wyndrelis shared in the uncertainty. Would Tullius really let them go, just like that? Would he sign off on their pardon and consider them free in Imperial-controlled Holds? Did it matter? They'd done what they'd set out to do, and even more, so if he didn't pardon them… Emeros tried not to think too far into the future on this. Take it one step at a time, one seagull's call after another.

The doors parted with the same, loud announcement of their entry in the creak of the hinges, and Emeros kept his head high as he walked the length of the chamber, General Tullius and Legate Rikke already engaged in some sort of disagreement over the shining pins stuck deep into an old map. Still, Tullius took his bent posture with his large hands firmly against the table, studying its every fleck of ink, every trailing of pathways and roads and borders. As he approached, Emeros got a look at the layout, the wooden pegs shifted since the last time the trio had been in this room. Some of the shifted pegs were a bright blue, and closer to the red pegs than it seemed the General liked. Legate Rikke stood near Tullius with furrowed brow, her hair catching the light, concern plain on her face. She pressed a finger against a section of the map and said something to the General, who waved a hand as though dismissing her suggestion. When Emeros cleared his throat, she looked up, surprise overtaking her features for one vital moment before settling into a small grin, the calm approval, the sturdy folding of her arms over her chest. "Welcome back. You lived." "Your fort is cleared. If you would like it to remain that way, then I would suggest sending troops there at once," Emeros stated, the stern edge to his voice accentuated by the way he appeared to be peering downward at the General's bent posture, the Legate's short and broad stature. If one were to see through the tall Bosmer's eyes for a moment, they would find he was instead staring at the corner of the table.

"Excellent," Legate Rikke motioned for a couple of nearby soldiers, speaking to them quickly, the shuffle of their feet out the door catching against the air. She prodded the tip of her tongue to the inside of her cheek, thoughts scuffling about behind her blade-sharp eyes. "You know, I'm impressed." "That's very well and good, but as previously discussed, we're here to acquire an Imperial pardon, nothing more." Emeros maintained the calm in his voice, but his patience waned thin. He understood which gears turned in her head, the same damned urge to bring them into the fold of the Legion she'd joined more than thirty years ago. Loyalty to the Empire had solidified like the cement which bound cobblestones into perfectly smoothed paths in the Imperial City, and Emeros would make it clear he shared no such loyalty. They had done all of this to save themselves from the possibility of another false imprisonment. Fort Hraagstad had been nothing more than a means to an end. He watched the Legate bite the inside of her cheek, running a hand over her head. Perhaps she was thinking of something else now. She shifted her stocky frame to face the table fully, her hands plucking another red pin and sticking it into the map, marking something important, the very piece of debate which had left she and Tullius unaware of the trio's presences until he'd made a sound. Tullius rose at last, straightening his posture. As he turned, Emeros noted the weariness in his eyes. A man visibly running on less sleep than normal, especially clutching dozens of lives in his hands and bearing even more on his shoulders, is a very volatile thing. The Bosmer swallowed down his questions, instead opting for the arching of a brow as the General took stock of the three, his focus squarely landing on Athenath's new sword for a moment. Accepting the strange, glowing thing sheathed at the bard's side, he turned again to Emeros. "You know, I've sent troops to that fort before." He shifted his weight side to side, one foot, then the other, his bulky arms folded over his barrel chest. Perhaps the Empire had sent him to handle the Civil War for his intimidating appearance, or perhaps it was an isolated post used to give disgraced soldiers another chance. In either case, he spoke again, "do you want to know what happened to them, mister Nightlock?" A pause as if awaiting an answer that refused to come. "They would come back wounded. Some, not at all. But you three strangers took it for the Legion. And not a scratch on you that I can tell."

"Riveting," Emeros droned. "And what does this have to do with our pardon?" "Don't you get it?" Tullius pushed. "You survived Helgen, took Fort Hraagstad, and killed a dragon in Whiterun! Stories get around, mister Nightlock, we know about the Western Watchtower and what you three did there." He gestured a hand to the map behind him, Rikke taking her chance to go, already following some other soldiers out of the antechamber. In a lower tone, the General continued. "This war is taking its toll. We're hardly a year into it, and yet it's taken many of our men. The Empire is straining its resources, and Skyrim and all its people are suffering for it. Anyone who can turn the tides against Ulfric and win this Civil War will be-" "A hero." Emeros' patience threatened to snap. The words caught at his incisors. He crossed his arms firmly over his chest. "I'm well aware of the rewards of heroism. A nice home in the Cyrodiilic countryside may appeal to you, General, but we've no time for such fantasies. Should we continue to traverse the Empire-controlled portions of Skyrim, we run the risk of being captured by your Legion as criminals for, need I remind you, a case of mistaken identity. I understand your desperation, really, I do, but I do not intend to drag myself nor my compatriots into such conflicts." The room dropped into a cold silence. Eye-to-eye, Emeros and Tullius stared one another down, the Bosmer's jaw grit tight, nostrils flaring. The door to Castle Dour parted, Legate Rikke on her way to lead a garrison to the now-empty fortress, Emeros figured. Athenath stood back with Wyndrelis, both of them having decided long ago that it was best that the alchemist handle this situation. The General flicked his gaze to them, then inched it from one face to another, from Emeros, to Wyndrelis, to Athenath, before giving an audible sigh and pressing the crook of his thumb to his forehead, massaging the stress-lined skin.

"Very well. You may have your pardon," he reached for a letter, the ink dry, already written and signed for the three elves, "but you'll need to take it by the Blue Palace yourselves." Emeros narrowed his eyes. "Why is that necessary, may I ask?" "We send word to the other Holds on our own. However, since you're already here in Solitude, you get to do the leg work yourselves. Take it by the Blue Palace and give it to the scribe, Phoebe. She'll officiate it." The General passed the paper gingerly to Emeros, the stamp of the Empire glaring back at the elf as he clutched it tight, unfolding it, scanning the writing rapidly. "I'm sure that you'll find it's all in order." "Yes, I'm sure," Emeros replied sourly, not looking up once from the paper. He read and re-read the words over and over, let them settle into the pit in his stomach, by the orders of General Tullius, Military Governer of Skyrim… After one final read-through, Emeros looked up and gave a curt nod. "Thank you for your time, General Tullius. Best of luck." He folded the letter along its preexisting creases, turning on his heel. The sound of his boots echoed through the chamber, the other two Mer exchanging a look of mild confusion before they followed suit, Athenath giving the General an awkward half-wave as they walked behind Emeros, eagerness in every step the three took. Whether this meant the end of their troubles or the beginning of new ones was a mystery, obsfuscated by the mid-morning sun and the glint of metal as soldiers trained for battle in the courtyard. Emeros clutched the letter tightly in a talon-like grasp, and prayed through the poundings of a stress headache to gods he strained to believe in that this would be over.

#tesblr #tes fic #skyrim fanfic #general tullius #legate rikke #wip wednesday #cycle of the serpent #dragonborn trio #bishop.txt #my writing #oc ; emeros #oc ; wyndrelis #oc ; athenath #altmer oc #bosmer oc #dunmer oc #i love writing emeros being. like this #bc hes usually not Like This all the time. but him acting like hes in complete control of a situation is so fun

[flippysquid]

Still a WIP. I can’t draw backgrounds and for some reason I really, really struggle with color so I have no idea why I decided to paint them next to a hot spring with rocks and water and all that crap. T.T

Also I don’t know what’s going on with his tattoos. Just messing around with them they may be different once it’s further along. Teldryn and Zo from my fanfic.

Good news I finally get to go home next week after a month and a half in the hospital!!!!

#dunmer #skyrim #tes #teldryn sero #dunmer oc #tesblr #the elder scrolls skyrim #wip #she looks like one of those fainting Victorian ladies but in her underwear #the longer I look at it the more errors I see #why did I draw that hand so huge T.T #there are 116 layers in this file so far and only 17 of them are visible

[riveer-shii]

WIP because i haven't draw in a while.

Cicero and Blaise trying to do Anylla hair

#wip #oc: anylla #skyrim cicero #skyrim blaise #im so fucking lazy

[kookaburra1701]

WIP Wednesday - Aristeia

I was tagged by @oblivions-dawn, ty friend!

I am tagging @dirty-bosmer, @saltymaplesyrup, @thana-topsy, @gilgamish @skyrim-forever @viss-and-pinegar

Just a short snippet from chapter 3 of Aristeia. I finished the rough draft this weekend and am editing it now, so look for it soon!

Fandom: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: T (blood and violence) Category: gen Genre(s): Adventure, Homer retelling Main characters: Borgakh the Steel Heart, the orcs of Mor Khazgur

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“Indeed. Canute, give him whatever chits you use for the hold taxes for the value of two goats.” The man in green looked at the armored woman and back to Olur. “Ah, you see Captain, the strongholds don’t exactly pay taxes.” “They what?” “We…don’t really collect them. From the strongholds, I mean. And they don’t normally come to the cities, they just take care of their own business. I could give him one of the chits but it wouldn’t be worth anything to them.” “You’re telling me the ki— jarls of Skyrim do not collect the Emperor’s taxes?” “Not on strongholds, Captain.” “Wish I could run out to the mountains and live like a wild beast with a score of wives and not have the taxman come calling,” murmured one of the soldiers behind Borgakh. Olur’s hand tightened again, pinching her under her cowl where her neck met her shoulder.

#fic: aristeia #olur of mor khazgur #borgakh the steel heart #skyrim #wip wednesday #skyrim fanfiction #kb writes #mor khazgur #hot orc always #orsimer #olur is having to be so big brother today and he is TIRED

[le-trash-prince]

WIP tag game

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

(A lot of my WIPs spend most of their existence as rough outlines/visions in my head until I have a clear enough feeling about them to knock out 3k+ of actual words and also when my brain isn't putty)

kentakim whump fic (answered x2)

kenta android AU (answered)

kentakim partners fic (answered)

kentakim fluff/hurtcomfort fic (answered)

kentakim shopkeeper AU (answered)

winner goes into heat (answered)

kim goes into heat (answered)

kenta lactation fic (answered)

tagging @oldsargasso @cryingatships @ohanny @fairlylokai @iwriteausins if y'all want to do it!

#tag game #wip #em post #i can't tag as many ppl as i have WIPs a lot of writers i know already got tagged #also i don't have an actual wip folder or any sort of organizational system so anything older than pit babe fandom is lost in the void #with the exception of my old ohmnanonchimon skyrim au #pit babe the series #kimkenta #kentakim #ask game

[choilacanth]

i dont know if you've already elaborated on it or not, but whats the lore behind teldryns tattoos in your designs? i think your designs are my favorite that ive seen and im really interested in your thoughts behind them!

;u; this makes me smile!! Thank you so much.

Initially I had based his tattoos on thana-topsy's design, but the backstory I made for him outgrew the motifs that were in that one.

Going off this post, we have:

Face: an Ashlander motif reserved for warriors that he got upon reconnecting with his mother's clan in Vvardenfell[1].

Wrists: Prison bands, functioning as a brand.

Chest: Erabenimsun clan sign, along with a scar on his chest and one below his ribs.

Vvardenfell snake, representing Boethiah

Cliff racer: I think in other drawings I have forgone this (or moved it elsewhere) in favor of extending the snake all the way down. One day I will decide.

8-pointed sun, representing Azura [2].

It isn't included here, but under Azura's sun there is also a strength rune. There should also be a strength rune on his right arm, but I'm figuring out where to put it...

Many-handed spider, representing Mephala

These tattoos should actually be different colors and different degrees of faded, but I haven't solidified that in a ref yet. I might also want to add a back tattoo, but haven't come up with a proper design for it either so it remains blank for the time being. Maybe I will plant the cliff racer there.

Another thing is that his tattoos make him very identifiable, which is why he's covered up all the time unless he's somewhere he can relax, or outside Morrowind territory.

[1] Usually the aspiring warrior would be sent out to kill a kagouti, but following the events ending 3E and a lot of the kagouti population, the clan decided he could earn it in another way. (Teldryn refused the "hurl a sword at a target" option.)

[2] Also a throwback to a popular motif that represents my own country in a location that is often popular for diaspora to get it tattooed on. This was not quite intentional. I used to use Moon-and-star but changed it for various reasons.

Have a sketch/old draft for getting this far. Hopefully I finish one day :]

#Teldryn sero #Skyrim #Dunmer #tattoo ref #wip #asks #skyrim asks #Sketch #Suggestive #nudity #anon who are you I am so curious

[yhstola]

skyrim legend tells of a hero known as the dragonborn, a warrior with the body of a mortal and soul of a dragon, whose destiny it is to destroy the evil dragon alduin.

#skyrimedit #tesvedit #tesedit #gamingedit #the elder scrolls v: skyrim #skyrim #tes #tesv #dragonborn #*mine #i had this project in my wip for so long #finally it is done

[azures-grace]

at least I can still draw his face kind of

#kaidan skyrim #WIP #goddddd I'm so sorry Kaidan enjoyers I can NOT draw men. much less buff men.

[stellarsightz]

Dear Sithis,

Is it gay to let your boss put lipstick on you. Time sensitive pls answer. Thanks. Yours faithfully, Cicero.

#very loosey goosey sketch sorry 'bout that #pluto stop sexyfying that old man challenge failed #also eughh i know growing your nails out wouldn't work very well for an assassin but. a girl can dream ok #something something he's a werewolf so they grow fast etc etc. or lyn is just fancy like that what do you know #tried drawing cicero w an aquiline nose bc he's from fantasy flavoured roman empire but im not sure if its very noticeable lol #oh well. practice makes perfect #wip #sketch #cicero skyrim #stellar.artz

[thetinyshilohart]

Almost forgot two people tagged me in WIP thingamabob (thank you @captain-of-silvenar and @choilacanth) !!!! Hopefully tumblr will allow this... I have split it up to exclude the explicit part lol. Long story short, the voltron brainworms are still going strong:

Aaaaaaaaand this may or may not be the lines for the first page of the comic I'm forever working on (and waffling on - to color or not to color, sigh):

I'm so bad at tagging people! You! Person reading this! I tag you!!!!

#wip whenever #voltron #lotura #wip #elder scrolls #skyrim #lotor #princess allura #thace #he's there too #sigh why gone so soon lol #nsft

[puretopia]

thank god for Nolvus mod list which basically installs itself and runs like a dream (so far)!

#literally its stunning #im having a hard time creating a character that doesn't look so .. cartoony? #shes gonna be a wip #shes an imperial bc i always play nord #skyrim #tesv #the elder scrolls #the elder scrolls: skyrim #sse #also apologies about the interface im new to pc skyrim <3

[snowberry-crostata]

WIP Wthursday

Thanks for the tag, @thequeenofthewinter! To no one’s surprise, I’m continuing to chip away at the Jarl makeovers. I’m still not loving Igmund’s look, but I’m tired of redoing it (and still need to do his embroidery) and I’m ready to move on to the alternate jarls. I’ve got some thoughts about what to do for most of them, and did some rough sketches of a few different ideas.

One of these days I’m going to get back to making some non-WIP Wednesday posts (perhaps after I finish decorating for Halloween this weekend). Maybe I’ll even manage some writing!

#nords #headcanons #my stuff #wip whenever #wip wednesday #clothing of skyrim #the resolution on that wide image is terrible so I chopped it up and reuploaded #I’m still playing around with different brushes and settings in procreate so none of them look consistent

[morelikesin]

"Oh yes, Cicero and the Listener! On the hunt!"

Another peek at some work for the Skyrim fic, featuring a character who is my beloved ♡(⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠)���

#I promise I have been working Overtime on this thing like. truly I have gotten so much done for this thing recently it's kinda unreal #skyrim #the elder scrolls #cicero skyrim #the way of the voice fic #my art #don't steal #morelikesin #original #traditional art #wip #I'll reblog in the morning as well