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Two brothers

Soooo, they are both sons of Dagoth Relas.( my Nerevarine oc)

But, about brothers.

Sadran Teri( Teri it is real Relas's last name) he is the elder he is the eldest brother and the first child of Relas born from his currently decesed wife. Sadran is a member of Morag Tong

Dagoth Goras is the Relas' youngest son(and actually Voryn his stepfather) Idk what i can say about Goras, but he is nice, i think

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Young Cicero headcanon

I draw him like i see him in my new chapter of my fanfic

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🚨 EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS OPEN🚨

SLOTS OPEN 5/6

So the company we paid to have help us clear our house out when we moved charged us 5 times.

so instead of $450, which we budgeted for, they charged us $2,250.

so i currently have 63 cents left in my bank account and nothing in my pantry or fridge.

since i planned to just grocery shop once we finished unpacking everything. 🫠

we're working on getting a refund from the company, but they're saying it'll be 3-5 business days. which sucks.

Hooray adulting.

So I'm opening up my commissions while we get this mess figured out. but even then, that might take several business days. because ✨capitalism ✨ so commissions;

Fun little chart using kyra as an example:

And some examples of my art;

I mostly do OCs and various fandom art.

The Elder Scrolls, Fallout, D&D, etc.

I accept PayPal, Venmo and Cashapp.

I use USD. I do tell my clients that once I'm past the sketch phase of the commission, for half the commission price up front. so I'm not getting fucked over with finishing a piece and they back out or take it and run. so if that's not something you can do, then I'm not interested in working with you. sorry. 🤷‍♀️

if you are interested, feel free to DM me!

i don't want to get too swamped with commissions, so I'm just going to have 6 commission slots open to start and will open those up as i finish commissions.

Any and all help is greatly appreciated! 🫰💕

even if it's just a reblog!

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After my last ambitious af painting, I decided lets do it again! Well, my iPad crapped out, lost all my brush settings and lost steam. But we learned a lot! Julie 'Jules' Doherty (Bullseye) is on the left and belongs to @happyhappysparkle, and on the right is her beau, Paul 'Paulie' Domenico Romano on a date Pre-War. Please do not repost without my explicit permission!

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Hiii. I wanted to share this excerpt from the latest chapter of Among the Many Lost Souls (which should be ready for publishing sometime between today and tomorrow). This is Sylvette's (or Sylvie's) backstory in a nutshell. It's <1k words. Trigger warning for allusions to sexual abuse (specifically, CSA), domestic abuse, and general violence. SYLVIE LORE, HERE WE COME

Sylvie remembered, very clearly, the first time a stranger touched her.

She couldn't have been older than three. One of the servants put her out in the hallway that day. They were angry with her over something she'd done; she'd long since forgotten what. There was rain bearing down on the tiny windowpanes a world above her. She couldn't see it, but she could hear it. Something sad swelled in her. Sylvie scraped at the wall with the talisman the servant had given to keep her busy as she began to sniffle. Someone tall knelt next to her before she could arrive at tears, however, and she neglected her makeshift toy to look. Her wet, little eyes were like two wilted, orange poppies reaching up to meet the stranger's smile.

"Do you want up?" he asked, and Sylvie's face lit up like a Fire Festival mage's fingertips. His own fingertips slipped under her legs, and he raised her up above his head. Sylvie could still see the rain running like a great, distorted curtain down that hand-wrought glass if she closed her eyes. She could still see the shapes she traced with her tiny finger, on the breathprints that appeared in front of her nose. The wispy cobwebs, the splintered wood, the cracked paint. All of it. The only image she conserved more clearly from that moment was the one she put together as the man lowered her into his arms.

His eyes. Hazy with sadness, like hers not a minute ago. And yet teeming with love.

He breathed in deep then, and pressed her head to his breast. His chest jerked as he fell into inconsolable sobbing. Sylvie was confused. She vaguely wondered if he was sad he couldn't see the rain up close, like she had. She wished she was tall and strong, like him, so she could lift him up to look. Meanwhile, she buried her nose in the soft wrinkles of his robes. He smelled nice. Deep, musky, sweet, she'd think, years later. Like a leather-bound book filled with more flowers than pages.

One of the servant's voices in the adjacent room made him start. Quickly, but gently, the stranger set Sylvie down. He must've glanced back at her three or four times before disappearing around the corner of the hallway.

Moments later, she heard someone else coming up the stairs. Those were footsteps Sylvie knew well. She began to strike the floor with the talisman as quietly and harshly as she could, leaving dreadful etches in the woodwork. His voice broke out like a roar. He gained ground. She trembled uncontrollably as he grabbed her arm and yanked her off the floor, chastising her for always ruining all the nice things he bought for her. Sylvie didn't often struggle against her father once they made it to her room.

But on that day, she did.

There came a point in time she thought it all so normal. Her father's visits became like the rain–sporadic, unknowable, uncontrollable occurrences she regarded with complete indifference, except when they occurred with an unusually intense violence. Similarly did all the servants, not to mention her mother, Lousine, concern themselves with what was unfolding under their roof. At least in her mother's case, Sylvie supposed, she couldn't be blamed for failing to protect her. She had her own screams to let out on the marriage bed.

For eighteen years was unthinking cruelty the routine within the jarl's longhouse, and for eighteen years did Lousine sit on the secret that would increase it tenfold, from the moment it got out.

She went to go talk to her during the evening, on her birthday. Sylvie cried a lot. Lousine, however, cried very little, even as her daughter begged her not to go tell her husband what they now both knew–even as Sylvie fell to her knees, pulled at her dress, and did everything to plead as fervently as she could without drawing the jarl's attention. But still Lousine left her.

The sepulchral silence of the hours that followed scared Sylvie worse than any of her father's doings ever had. Her mother was dead. She had to be. Sylvie spent the night curled up in bed, praying, though she'd never been very devout, that the Divines spare her the jarl's wrath. That she'd wake in the morning, and he'd be dead or gone, and she and her real father could leave it all behind to go live in High Rock together.

Instead, at first light, the jarl issued a decree.

Sylvie did not get the chance to speak to Florence as he was arrested in the merchant's square, nor as she felt, in the soles of her boots, the force with which he was beaten against the cobbles of the road leading to his house, nor as she heard the jarl declare this former thane of his a traitor of the highest degree, undeserving of any of the titles and properties he had so graciously been granted. These, he said, were now forfeit. Having seized all of his belongings, the guards bound, gagged, and threw Florence on the steps of his ruined home. In a final act of humiliation, the jarl handed his wife the torch. Sylvie heard every word he whispered into Lousine's ear then.

"Time to make your whore go up in smoke."

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I was about to say something like help what is that but then i paused and slapped my forehead. 'what is that' my dear friend priafey of course. So foolish of me

(also. Big mood)

mutuals i'm slow blinking at you

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Slow blinks at you back

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mutuals i'm slow blinking at you

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Portrait of Tholer Saryoni, the Patriarch and Archcanon of Tribunal Temple, praying. City of Vivec. Year 3E 427.

Digital painting. Made in Krita. Feel free to repost.

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i love having mutuals who are the authority on a specific fictional character

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Too much blood, too much death（TES:V）

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Okay we gotta decide something.

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°Adult Vanland°

Still nervous young man, but now a quite dead

Necromancer and Dark Brotherhood courier

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I will finish drawing Cicero, i promise..

But for that time i am so tired. Because in the end of the school year i have a lot of things to do.

Look at Relas , he is absolutely fine :D

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Little girl

Art for The Elder Scrolls: Legends

Art by Zeander Chong Fei Kang

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Sithis - The Dread Father

Art for The Elder Scrolls Tarot Deck

Art by Erika Hollice