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WIP Wednesday (because it’s still Wednesday for another 13 minutes lmao)

Haven’t had the chance to type up what I wrote in downtime at work because I’ve been too busy playing Diablo 3 but I’m gonna start typing up the next chapter tomorrow

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WIP Wednesday

tagged by: @theoneandonlysemla @skyrim-forever @sanzas-reverie @pocket-vvardvark and @yansurnummu thank you!! no pressure tagging: @hircines-hunter @truth-01001001-liar @dirty-bosmer @captain-of-silvenar @illumiera @scholarlyhermit @firefly-factory @pinessydr @flycasual @madam-whim @thescrolls-haveforetold

I've done another colored sketch of Calithil (one day i'll line and shade it) ☺️ Now onto the chapter wip (that's now at 29.7k *sweating*) Sorry this is long! I do so enjoy writing him and Lilliandra researching an incredibly weird corpse. >:3

As always, if you see a mistake, no you didn't.

The third day at Glister Vale has them taking a break from what was written on the ribs and focusing on the spine and mouth. That had its own complications ― starting with the full  two hours they took deliberating on how to tackle it. There was the idea of cutting the head off, but Calithil wanted to hold off on that. He felt similarly about the spine, especially when they weren’t sure if the skin or spine or both were the reason behind the raised markings. Each idea she gave, he found a problem with or had hesitation. Each idea he gave, she thought was too rigid. 

They were at a stalemate. 

“Is there a reason you’re being difficult today?” she asks from her seat by the corpse. She sits on stool, elbow on the table and her cheek in her hand. Her gaze stays on Korina, trying to think of other ideas. 

A sigh. “I could say the same of you. It is almost as if you wish to barrel through this as quickly as possible. Is there somewhere you need to be, or have you decided you suddenly do not enjoy my company?” She gives him a sidelong glance, where he sits at his desk. Leaning back in his chair, he watches her as always. 

Looking back to the pale eyes of Korina, she replies softly, “No.” 

“Then why is today difficult?”

She shrugs. Perhaps she was getting antsy about collecting that book finally. Two back to back failures was not something she was used to. Standing up, she opens the jaw of the girl again, taking a glimpse at the inky glyphs that made her eyes hurt if she stared for too long. She lets go, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. She waits for the pain to ease up ― it felt like a migraine that came about from a rainy day. 

“How bad?”

Another shrug from her. “Odd how it behaves,” she comments. Eyes opening and staring back to the corpse, she hums, thinking. “What if I were to look at it past the discomfort point?”

A snort, so soft she almost misses it from him. They watch the other. A subtle smirk on his lips. “Do you have a masochistic streak I was unaware of?” She considers it. Does she? She knew she had a sadistic one at times. It wasn’t as if she actively went out of her way to hurt herself, nor was there anyone that was brave enough to― Oh. Oh. Her mind thinks to hands on her throat. “You do, if that expression is―” 

She blinks at him. “What expression?” She shakes her head. “Never mind. I’m going to see if I can catch what the glyph in her mouth is.” 

Calithil stays quiet, a contemplative look on his face. After a moment, he gets up to join her side. Neither knew if there might be an unintended effect from her idea, but at the same time, neither trusted bringing in a subject to take her spot. “You understand the potential risk to this, yes?”

“Maybe. The risk could be even worse than what we could ever imagine,” she jokes, but they both know it’s the truth. Calithil hesitates when he raises his hands. For what, she doesn’t know. He drops them, a frown pulling at his lips. 

“I would prefer not to write you off as just an… unfortunate accident.” 

Gold meets with light green and Lilliandra smiles sarcastically. “How sweet.” Her hands cup the girl’s jaw and opens them once more. 

The pain builds slowly as she stares, the glyphs stubbornly staying hazy, blinking. But she’d like to think she’s far more stubborn than some magic. Headache turns to a tension behind her eyes, harsher, making her almost flinch. A hand gently settles on her back, just below her shoulder blades, keeping her steady. Tension pivots to one of the worst migraines she’s experienced ― an almost blinding pain in her left eye. The blinking glyph begins to slow, the haze lifting. She vaguely feels a wetness on her face as the pain and pull to stare turns near all-consuming. Calithil gently calls her name, but she persists. His hand grips her upper arm to pull her away, but she fights to stay ― just a bit more! The glyph blinks once more and suddenly it’s perfectly seen. She doesn’t fight when Caltihil grips onto her more tightly and yanks her away. 

She doesn’t expect a few things after that. One, as soon as her eyes were off the glyph, her body collapsed ― as if the strings keeping her up had suddenly been cut. If not for Calithil already having one hand on her, she’d likely have smashed her head onto the table with the way her legs gave out. He quickly eases her body down, laying it down as he sits by her. 

Two, the way he held her face in his hands, the way his eyes held the smallest sign of panic. One of his hands move to support her neck and the other pulls away and―

Three, blood on his hands from her face. She’s not exactly panicked like the mer before her, more so confused when she notices the deep red.

“Breath,” he tells her. Why? “Breath.” She tries to follow anyway and finds it hard. It’s painful. But it pales in comparison to what feels like a spike through her eye and behind it. Her breaths come labored and short. She closes her eyes, trying to― well, she doesn’t know. Her head is shifted into his lap. “Well, was it worth the suffering?” his voice is tight, but she can tell he’s trying to joke. 

She moves to give him a thumbs up, but realises she still can’t raise her hand. “Yes,” her voice barely sounds like her own, slurred under the weight of everything. 

Warmth and the light glow behind her closed eyelids tells her Calithil is trying to heal her. Was she really in that bad of shape? Yes, she realises, when it feels like the weight on her chest suddenly lifts and the pain in her skull ebbs. The needle feeling in her limbs tells her she’s regaining use of her body, but she isn’t ready for the pure exhaustion that follows. She groans, not caring to move from his hold just yet. 

A strained chuckle. “I suppose I will not be telling Psylia that you died.”

“Debatable.” She opens her eyes again. 

There’s a grimace on his face. “That was incredibly risky,” he tries to chide her. 

“Perhaps, but I saw the glyph,” she says rather pleased with herself. “Are you going to keep holding me like this?” 

A beat. “Perhaps.” His thumb swipes along her cheek, leaving a sticky sensation, and she glimpses more red. He must have caught the curious look she had, because he raises his hand slightly above her face, showing her a better look. “Whatever magic that was, it left your eye bleeding. Thankfully, restoration seems to be helping. Of course, you no longer looking at it also stopped it.” 

“Likely.”

Silence again. Then he asks, “Can you stand?”

Wiggling her toes in her boots, she feels a sense of deja-vu. “Most likely. Just―” Slowly she moves her feet, trying to judge her current strength. “―I might need some help.”

He stands first, then offers her his hands, then pauses. Looking at his bloodied hand, he wipes it against his leather apron and offers it back to her. Carefully, they pull her back to her feet. She goes for her forgotten stool, but he pulls her towards his desk. She follows wordlessly. Guided to his chair, she takes it in silent appreciation. Her tired body slumps into it, her head tilted back as she stares at the ceiling. 

“Can you draw the glyph?” 

“Yes.” She brings her head back down, looking to the desk for paper and― A silverpoint stylus is given to her as she collects a random sheet of parchment. A few quick scratches later and she leans back into the chair with a sigh. He reaches for the paper and walks away. She watches him, the way he looks between the written glyph and their work on the board. 

Quiet.

Quiet from him as he thinks. A tired quiet from her as her body aches. She yawns, then grimaces at the sensation of dried blood cracking on her skin. She would need to see to that. Looking around the laboratory, she finds the small basin in the corner of the room and the water carfare near it. She gets up to clean herself but―

Her body stumbles. 

Calithil helps steady her with a hand catching her upper arm. “You could have asked.” When she’s stable, he lets her go, but slowly. He follows her as she walks, a hand hovering at her back. 

“You can’t blame me for expecting to be able to at least walk on my own.” 

He thinly smiles. Together they get to the basin and in turns, they finally clean themselves of her blood. She walks more steadily back to his desk, but his hand still hovers behind her. With a huff, she sits back down. 

“I think we should take a break― Actually, you should.” She narrows her eyes at his insinuation ― that she was too weak to continue. “I’ll check on the other ongoing projects, give you some time.” 

Looking down at her hands that were in her lap, she frowns. She knows she’ll recoup easily. What would she do while she waits for his return? 

Wait―

She could see about sneaking into her mother’s office. The last two times were late evenings. Perhaps she was picking the wrong times? 

Calithil pulls her from her thoughts. “Will you be fine? Or should I expect you on the floor when I return because you chose to do something risky without me here?” She looks back to him and waves for him to go, trying not to scowl. “Will you mope because I’ve offended you?” 

“Hardly.” Maybe. If she didn’t have somewhere to sneak to. 

“Hmm.” He looks her over, and when he seems content about something, leaves.

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sketch outfit design for @stellastra-scribbles 🍂💙

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Drew @lilarus' baby boy Misunmar for our server's secret solstice event! I just love drawing snelves...

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reposting old sketches from twitter to throw into the setting tag

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You need this quiz

I've made this. I have no regrets. Your Skyrim is an otome game.

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It’s WIP Wednesday!

And my hand hurts!

Tagging: @skyrim-forever @hircines-hunter @heavy-metal-dick @chiqita @silly-little-diary @labskeever @friend-of-giants @sulphuricgrin @pocket-vvardvark @sanzas-reverie @firefly-factory @sheirukitriesfandom @ladytanithia @elavoria @tiredela @dirty-bosmer @pyre-of-pages

Been working on the gold details. I never want to draw gold ever again. Anyway, only turd hand, turd face and turd hair to go and I hope not to ruin this portrait with it lol

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WIP WEDNESDAY

I've been tagged these past few weeks by @lucien-lachance but ive been going through the wringer so I've been a bit less active </3

Tagging @izzetheopossum @vanilleeistee @bostoniangirl21 @hircines-hunter @lucien-lachance @skyrim-forever @skyrim-crossing @pocket-vvardvark @neloths-tea

I've had very few WIPS but in the middle of RPing with a really cool group of folks, we decided Vilkas should also contract the Rot alongside Kodlak, so I doodled him looking absolutely sick and miserable 😭

I love making him worse

Done on Clip Studio Paint!

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🌸🌸WIP WEDNESDAY🌸🌸

Ty for tha tags @skyrim-forever @chiqita @theoneandonlysemla @sanzas-reverie @lady-iizsil !! 😋

I'd like to tag: @red-mountain-flower @changelingsandothernonsense @hircines-hunter @yansurnummu @bostoniangirl21 @yewphoric @sulphuricgrin @dirty-bosmer @shadylex @moicaire @caliblorn @fangsandsoftgrass @aviel-the-trans-bucket @scholarlyhermit @thequeenofthewinter @umbracirrus @friend-of-giants love u guys sm 🫶🫶🫶

Almost done with Alethia's Akatosh gala fit, need to add some lights where the bottom of her belly is :)) I want to bite her cheek so bad

Anyways I also have another Alethia

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WIP Wednesday°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Been tagged over the last few weeks by @pocket-vvardvark @hircines-hunter @theoneandonlysemla @sulphuricgrin @skyrim-forever @caliblorn @harlequinalis ty yall <3

tagging: @scholarlyhermit @anini--panini @pinessydr @illumiera @rzpotato @changelingsandothernonsense @sunsettemplar @kiir-do-faal-rahhe <33

I had this idea to draw Daggerfall mannimarco for a while now but with a slight redesign bcs he deserves it (no he doesn’t) so the first pic is me experimenting with colours bcs I got bored of sketching 💀 but then I started sketching some more afterwards and I added more stuff and then I’m doing another piece for the tes gala bcs I remembered that Ithelia exists and so I had to do another drawing with irene based on her 😩

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TES Gala: Voryn

i was going for a kyne/kynareth inspired outfit for voryn because of my fanfic (and to match nerevar here) but i fear this isn't really serving "kyne" very much.

oh well. an effort was made. i did suffer through painting all of those feathers. i was also going to draw voryn and nerevar together but i don't know if i'll have time bgehbgher

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My HoK probably sent a madman to kill my LDB before he became LDB. Why probably? Because madness is a norm after mental trauma caused by the Great War, who knows if it was Sheo personally? Why sent? Before LDB status, my LDB was a threat to the Empire Imperial City Martin saved, and some bonds last forever. Ironically, stabbing in the heart literally saved Dovahkiin for the future.

if u have ldb hok and/or nerevarine ocs who know each other/interact in some way/are related Please tell me about them.. i feel like theres so many interesting dynamics that they could have nd i wanna know what other ppl came up with

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"A walkable distance from Elinhir is a hero-shrine within the Dragon's Teeth range. It houses the mortal remains of Rolo Vürkkhason, son of the Eternal Champion. Written entreaties from pilgrims lends him Stendarran epithets such as 'the Apologist,' 'the Steadfast' and 'the Vigilant.' Directly above his coffin is an alcove where his stone likeness stands, which is vested with several syncretized attributes associated with his patron deity." - Onu's Guide to Unorthodox Holy Sites.

Finished Roland's gala outfit, or statue, to put it more accurately.

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My contribution to TES Gala: a young Morokei in garments inspired by Jhunal, his patron deity. As an ambassador, he visited many cities and showed respect to many cultural aspects, including Ayleidic masked parties. A curious owl with a slightly odd accent, a charming smile, and limitless patience. A perfect listener for some totally unimportant secrets, yes?

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‎‧₊˚✧TES Gala✧˚₊‧ ּ ֶָ֢.🪷🐉.𖥔 ݁ ˖

My TES Gala entry featuring my vestige Irene and her daughter Sereia (TLDB) in outfits inspired by Dibella and Akatosh respectively. For Irenes outift I used the “Dibella's exaltation style” but with a longer skirt just to make it cuter and for Sereia I slapped on as much gold and dragon motifs as I could lol but overall I had a lot of fun with this and I’m looking forward to seeing everyone else’s 😩 <3

Thank you @tes-gala for hosting!! 🫶

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and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

🌟 i felt it was high time elentari, miraak, and their fic had their own cover, so here they are in a little homage to klimt's "the kiss"! i started this back in november wanting to have it ready for their fic's anniversary in january, but better late than never, right? ☀️

close-up below the cut!

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WIP WEDNESDAY

Ty for the tags: @sugarysins @hircines-hunter @skyrim-forever @madam-whim @theoneandonlysemla @chiqita !!!

I'd like to tag: @shadylex @moriche @yansurnummu @red-mountain-flower @changelingsandothernonsense @aviel-the-trans-bucket @scholarlyhermit @fangsandsoftgrass @caliblorn @dirty-bosmer @madamefluffnstuff @sanzas-reverie ily guys <33 no pressure

I've been struggling for a while with art and am trying my hardest to be kind to myself. I sort of hate these, but I'm gonna share anyways since it's what I'm working on 🤡