#dunmers♡

[k-im-lost]

Guess who made another one. With probably my most traumatized guy

These are so damn fun, got me clapping like a toddler when I make them spin.

Just like Kazjir, there is more

Not as wonky as Kazjir so I feel great about it

Here are all the separate frames

And all the frames without clothes (and shorts because my last post didn’t like the circle censor)

On a side note, I might do these for mutuals and friends at some point (for those that don’t know last year for a good while I did free art for mutuals and friends and I’m thinking of doing it again at some point)

[vorpalfae]

[mukuuji]

💕Art Fight 2023 Result💕 2/3

Linariel! @apollinariafh

Ralanthir!

V!

Rögnarún! @armentarius

Catalina!

Sunakhai-jo and Cicero! @areggo

Grandma Mimanu and Mukuuji!

Romeave and Bernadette!

Armirion!

Filleanil! @choccy-zefirka

→ to be continued →

[sanguivor]

I ♡ dunmer

[dreadgloom]

🫦 + where neck meets shoulder. From Farkas! ♡

please bite Dionisia . . . accepting . . . @decidentia

Hot pain shot through her shoulder and a cry of pleasure left her lips as Farkas sank teeth into fragile skin. Dionisia trembled, supported by his hand on the back of her head and his arm wrapped around her waist forcing their bodies close together. The dunmer arched her back trying to force his teeth in deeper. ❝ Yes, yes! Please, ❞ she encouraged. The feeling of his jaw tightening a little more was her reward before he finally pulled away to drag his tongue along the beads of blood the welled up from his bite. By the Divines, he would be her undoing.

[hirazuki]

It’s his Yule gift to himself ^^ 

Mairon: Sir, for the the last time, we are not calling it Melkortopia! Gothmog: Mairon, calm down, your blood pressure.

Look, it took exactly 21.4 meetings to settle on a name for the new place and now that it’s decided, Mairon is not going through that again.

(I don’t celebrate anything, but Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to those who do!)

Bonus:

Also, this is kind of like. headcanon central here, so some notes for anyone who cares below the cut! 

I’m very partial to the whole “corrupted” elves as the first orcs deal, but I also find the idea of Melkor Mairon (because let’s be honest, who would it be) enacting a subtler corruption and having some Avari as spies acting for him very appealing, and think that these two ideas can and should coexist.

I like to think that Mairon tried for years to get Melkor to see the merit in winning the Avari to their side in general but Melkor was disinterested and didn’t even try, constantly worsening their relations, and eventually he just threw his hands up and went, FINE. NEVERMIND. DESTROY THEM OR WHATEVER.

Even though Melkor does have associations with heat, volcanoes, etc., I think of him as primarily ice/cold/darkness (especially since that contrasts nicely with Mairon’s fire element aspect), so while Utumno would probably need some kind of light source indoors for (at least) his more mundane servants to be able to see what they’re doing, I headcanon that it’s more in the sense of ice crystals or rock/gem lights or something (i.e. light with no heat) plus because that’s also +200 misery points to Mairon because I interpret him as hating the cold ♡. (Whereas Angband is all torches and firelight; once Mairon ends up running things, he’s like, Melkor is away; this is the perfect opportunity to install CENTRAL HEATING.)

I headcanon that, prior to his crown with the silmarils, Melkor didn’t wear one; felt he didn’t need one, his power alone was enough for everyone to recognize his might, and he went without the trappings of rulership in general, being more characterized by his unconventionality, chaos, and freedom. All that changes with the taking of the silmarils, when he starts wearing a crown, staying within his fortress with few exceptions, etc., becoming more weighed down by such things, and he suffers a fundamental change in character. 

Mairon, however, does wear a circlet. As a relative latecomer to Utumno, compared to some other beings, and rising through the ranks to become Melkor’s right-hand man, I like to think he faced some challenges to his authority (from outright opposition to some low-key grumbling), so he made himself a physical indicator of his position. (I also like to think that this attitude resurfaced a bit once Utumno fell and Mairon got put in charge, making his early days of leadership very rocky; but eventually, everyone came to respect him as a leader in his own right... making Melkor’s eventual return also a bit awkward ^^;).

I went back and forth on so many Avari color schemes, but, as usual, ended up defaulting to my favorite dark elf palette, which is Morrowind’s Dunmer XD

[scrib-art]

Portrait of Amara (my dunmer sellsword) fighting in the ashlands. I realized I haven’t drawn her since 2019 =w=

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[multiicolor]

  @ofvcrpalandpcems​  said  :  ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡    for sanji from the idiot dunmer uwu

send ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡ to give my muse a kiss on the cheek  /  accepting !!

  the moment his lips pressed against her fluffy cheek, she began to purr, squinting her eyes happily as her tail lightly thumped against the floor.

  maybe she should save his ass from ruins more often.

“  Geheh, I know, I know,  ”  she chuckled, turning to look at the dunmer with a cocky grin,  “  I’m the best.  ”

[k-im-lost]

I'm an absolute whore for dunmers it's not even funny

[dibellaskiss]

꒰♡꒱The Brush of Truepaint is an Aedric artifact supposedly created by Dibella. It is said that the bristles of the brush were woven from Dibella's own hair. The brush allows the wielder to enter a painting canvas and paint things life-sized, simply by imagining them.

꒰♡꒱History:

꒰♡꒱At some point before 2E 582, a Dunmer wizard named Bravam Lythandas was performing a cruel experiment in illusion on three captives he was keeping in his basement. He had magically tricked them into believing they were living in a palace, although over time the illusions began to damage their minds. As they descended into madness, one of the captives began rocking back and forth and muttering prayers to Dibella. Several days later, Bravam returned to find the basement entirely empty, with the walls, ceiling, and floor completely covered with a mural depicting the grand chamber of a palace. The only thing remaining was the Brush of Truepaint lying in the corner, which the captives had apparently used to escape into their fantasy world.

꒰♡꒱Bravam's experiment journal went on to become a tome of forbidden knowledge, hoarded by Hermaeus Mora. At some point a Khajiit named Baezad-jo went looking for the Brush of Truepaint, although he was killed by a daedroth when he tried to read the journal. The journal eventually ended up on the small island of Khenarthi's Roost along with several other tomes of forbidden knowledge. In 2E 582, Sybil Augustine Viliane of Wayrest received a cryptic message regarding the location of the brush and how it could be obtained.

꒰♡꒱The brush was later gifted to a descendant of Bravam Lythandas, an artist and devout follower of Dibella who served in the Arnesian War of 3E 396. An errant fireball exploded next to him, and he lost the use of both arms. He was a stubborn man, and prayed to the goddess for a way to continue his trade. When the Dunmer artist died, he left the brush to his son, who went on to become the famous Rythe Lythandas of Cheydinhal. Rythe specialized in painting the Great Forest of Cyrodiil; these paintings are famous all across Tamriel for their realism, and some say that one can see the trees sway in the breeze.

꒰♡꒱In 3E 433, a Bosmer or Altmer thief (reports vary) learned of the brush, the source of Rythe's fame. In an attempt to steal the artifact, the thief broke into Rythe's house, knocked him unconscious and leapt into the unfinished painting he was working on. The thief then created Painted Trolls to act as guardians, but the beasts turned on their creator and killed him. Rythe followed the thief into a painting, and became stuck there, unable to create a portal back without the brush. His wife Tivela, who was unaware of the Brush of Truepaint, put out a request to help "find" him. After several days, the Champion of Cyrodiil responded to the rumors, and entered the Painted World. The Champion met with Rythe, and fought through the Painted Trolls to the corpse of the thief. With the brush retrieved, the two were able to exit the Painted World. A special edition of The Black Horse Courier titled Greatest Painter Safe! was published following the incident.

꒰♡꒱The fat collected from the Painted Trolls proved to be very valuable in alchemy, and Rythe, being the only provider of this rare ingredient, began to exploit this. One known patron of his was Elgrim, an alchemist living in Riften in 4E 201.

[dreadgloom]

🌿🍒 – from Farkas! ♡

under the mistletoe . . . accepting . . . @decidentia

The festivities of the season seem to have brought a smile to faces of all those at Jorrvaskr. Toasts are called for and mugs are raised in response, the mead and wine seem to flow endlessly this Wintertide. Dionisia has found a spot for herself in one of the corners a little ways back from the main group. Sipping from her own mug, the ranger glances out the corner of her eye to see who it is that’s has come to join her. That fact that it is Farkas has a slight smile pulling at the corners of her lips. She taps her glass to his in a silent ‘cheers’ to the holiday celebration before tilting her head back and draining the mug. Such an action causes her to note something she had not before, a mistletoe hung over head. Perhaps it’s the drink making her more mischievous side coming out, but she can’t pass up the chance to use a Nordic tradition against the warrior. Gesturing so that he also notices the hanging plant, Dionisia grabs the front of his tunic once he looks back down at her. Was there a flush to him cheeks? She hoped so as she pulled him down towards her. Pressing her lips to his, the Dunmer hummed in contentment. ❝ You taste as sweet as you look, ❞ she commented, letting her lips brush against his once more before pulling away.

[dreadgloom]

What if they kissed? – from Farkas! ♡

hypothetical kissing scenario . . . accepting . . . @decidentia

The body crumpled onto the bed with a small thud as she swiped the dagger across the Redguard's throat. There was only a moment of peace before the door behind her was thrown open. Pointed ears twitched at the sound of heavy breathing, and her nose itched with the familiar scent of wolf and sweat. Turning to face the intruder, Dionisia already knew who it was before she saw his face. Pulling the hood of her shrouded armor back, she would be scolded harshly by Astrid if it was found out she had revealed her face on a mission. But, that didn't bother her for a moment. The archer wanted to see him unhindered.

It had been several long weeks since Kodlak had requested her to depart from Jorrvaskr and the Companions. He looked more haggard and she was beginning to look thinner than before she left. It seemed they were both dealing with the separation poorly. A few moments passed before she decided to be the one to break the silence. ❝ It would seem that Nazeem finally pissed off the wrong per-. ❞ Her words are cut off as Farkas' lips crash against hers causing her to stiffen up in surprise. Shock gave way quickly to desperation and the Dunmer was unable to spare cutting the Nord's lips on her sharp teeth. When he pulled back with a growl, she used the moment to strike. Her blade coated in a paralysis potion cut the exposed skin of his neck just above his ebony armor. The warrior fell to his knees with a solid thud. There is nothing but longing and pain in her eyes as she pulls away letting him fall forward to brace himself with his hands. ❝ I . . . won't be coming back to Whiterun after this. ❞ Her words are intended as a final goodbye as she pulls her hood back up before disappearing into the shadows of the night.

It would take several minutes for Farkas to recover even with his blessing of Hircine unless he transformed. Dionisia was counting on that he wouldn't even try to do such a thing within the city walls. But, Farkas had always been stubborn and rash. As such a thought crossed her mind, the ranger moved faster down darkened streets towards the hole in the city wall that she would use to make her escape before heading back to the sanctuary near Falkreath.