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❤️ Naryu Virian & Vestige - [long list of little moments] in The Elder Scrolls Online

Here's a long list of small in-game, spoiler-free moments between Naryu Virian & Vestige in The Elder Scolls Online.

Inspired by one guy on Reddit who claimed that Naryu never cared about Vestige...

Enjoy then - below, a chronological, long list of proof of how Naryu Virian doesn't care about Vestige at all ;)

=================================== NARYU: Stay safe. I'll see you soon, my friend.

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NARYU: Just because you can fight doesn't mean you're invincible. Remember that. Not that I care. But be careful. Or not. Your choice, not mine.

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NARYU: You're full of surprises. Not that I doubted you. Thanks for your help.

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VESTIGE: Were you waiting for me? NARYU: Yes, I was waiting for you. Look, don't get too excited.

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VESTIGE: Almalexia wants to speak to me. NARYU: Wait, you got a date with the Sacred Lady? You really are something.

LATER.. (definitely not jealous)

NARYU: Hello, hero. Good to see you got out of there in one piece. I understand that Almalexia can be a little rough on her toys. While you were getting cozy with the goddess, I discovered something interesting.

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NARYU: Look at me. We're close friends. Closer. I said something funny. You're laughing. He just passed by. He's got the wine. Like what you see, hero? Of course you do. He's almost at the door. Keep watching me. All right, he's out. Go!

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VESTIGE: [Persuade] You're extremely clever. You must have a more effective way to get the key. NARYU: You had to go and sweet talk me, didn't you?

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VESTIGE: Here's the wine you asked for. NARYU: All right, all right….. Why are you always so close?

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NARYU: Now I need that bath. A nice long soak with a few glasses of this fine wine. Don't worry. I'll catch up and meet you at the farm. VESTIGE: Need someone to help you drink that? NARYU: Hmm, tempting … but you've got a job to do right now. Definitely some other time, hero. ===================================

NARYU: I made it! Did you miss me? ===================================

NARYU: Just don't die on me, hero. Got that?

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NARYU: Now be careful and get your shapely butt moving.

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NARYU: While I hate to hide such good looks, you're going to need a disguise. A guard uniform…. My, don't you look all spiffy! I have to say, you do look good in a uniform.

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VESTIGE: Any tips once I'm in there? You know, as advice for a friend. NARYU: For a ….friend, anything.

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NARYU: Be careful, you hear? I'd hate to see someone I … respect … get hurt.

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NARYU: I didn't want you to walk into this trap alone. So I followed you. 

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NARYU: I need to make sure our alliance friends are playing nice with each other, then I'll meet up with you….. After I get out of this damn dress and into some proper clothing. How do women wear stuff like this all the time?

VESTIGE: [Persuade] It looks good on you.

NARYU: I, well, thanks. Maybe I could get used to wearing such finery when things aren't so dangerous… What am I saying? Get your arse in there and save King Jorunn!"

A FEW MOMENTS LATER…

NARYU: Are you an idiot? We're surrounded by the enemy! Sergeant Vkor: "The big bad Stormfists are outside? Maybe we should go upstairs so I can protect you, all proper like.

NARYU: People reaaaally frustrate me sometimes. "Maybe we should go upstairs so I can protect you." Who even says that? He could have complimented my eyes! Or my … [thinking about Vestige's compliment moments ago] ...never mind. =================================== NARYU: Don't worry about me. 'll catch up with you soon enough. Just be careful in there, all right? Dhalen is dangerous. ===================================

VESTIGE: [Persuade] If you ever need me …. NARYU: Always the hero, aren't you? I'm kidding. I'll find you again when I need your help. In fact, I'd like that. You've never let me down, so don't start now. Save King Jorunn, hero ===================================

NARYU: Hello, hero. I'd say I'm surprised to see you, but I've been watching you for days. Acting surprised would be so disingenuous. Let's just say I'm pleased to once again be graced by your company. You're exactly who I hoped to meet out here.

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VESTIGE: All right. I'll help you. NARYU: Smashing! I always enjoy working with you! We have a certain connection, you and I. Don't you just find it to be so … intense?

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VESTIGE: You're certainly looking good, Naryu. NARYU: Of course I do, darling! What did you expect? That I'd get soft and fat after you abandoned me?

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VESTIGE: Did anyone see you leave the castle? NARYU: Not a one, hero. But they saw you! Those striking features will be the talk of Kvatch for the next few days.

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VESTIGE: So what's next for Naryu Virian? NARYU: Back to Morrowind, I suppose. Or maybe I'll stick around the Gold Coast for awhile. See the sights. Take in the ambiance. If you have some free time, hero, let's get together. Work on our mutual cooperation. Who knows? You might even enjoy it.

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NARYU: Always a pleasure watching you work, hero. You never notice, but I come around to check on you from time to time. What can I say? You intrigue me. And one of these nights, I'll sneak into your room, and—oh, purely for a social visit, I assure you!"

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VESTIGE: So what have you been up to since we stopped the Maulborn plague? NARYU: Oh, you know how it is. A murder here, an assassination there. A girl needs to stay active! But I wanted to thank you again for all the help you provided back in Deshaan. I won't forget that, hero. And I'll never forget you.

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VESTIGE: Do you still have that dress you wore at Fort Amol? NARYU: I'm never going to live that down, am I? It did look good on me, though, didn't it? What am I saying? You have a way of making me act unprofessionally, you know that? Well, keep it up. I kind of like it.

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NARYU: No one knew I was on the Gold Coast. No one except you. Suddenly someone delivers a sweetroll with my name on it and a note predicting my untimely demise. It looks like you betrayed me. Give me a reason not to run you through.

VESTIGE: I'd never do that to you.

NARYU: You realize that our organizations don't exactly play nice with one another, right? The moment I leave myself open, they'll put a blade in my neck. You joined the Brotherhood! You have to see how that makes me question our relationship.

VESTIGE: I just want to stop the Sweetroll Killer. Especially if you're a target.

NARYU: I want to believe you. I really do. But until I figure out what you're really up to, I'll keep my feelings to myself. If you really care, your actions will speak louder than your words, any way.

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VESTIGE: You want me to get rough?

NARYU: Oh, I'd enjoy a little rough play with you, hero, but for now I want you to go learn more about Reman.

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NARYU: Well look who's here! Afraid I'd leave without giving you a goodbye kiss? VESTIGE: That's an interesting outfit. NARYU: After all we've been through and that's the first thing you want to say to me? To be fair, it's very comfortable and it looks great on me. It's the uniform of my organization. They expect me to dress the part when I arrive back home. VESTIGE: Can't you stick around a little longer? NARYU: Don't get all sentimental on me, hero. We both have our paths to follow. Damn, that sounded like a Fate-Bearer, didn't it? Look, let me leave you with a single kiss. One really good kiss. If you ever want another one, come find me in Vvardenfell.

After completing the quest:

NARYU: Just one kiss to a customer! But I promise something even better the next time we meet.

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NARYU: Did you really follow me across the continent? That shows commitment. Kind of creepy, but still, a lot of commitment.

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VESTIGE: You know me, Naryu. I just want to assure her father that Veya's safe. NARYU: I know you, hero. It's Old Man Eris I don't trust.

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VESTIGE: This isn't how I imagined our reunion turning out. NARYU: Were you imagining a hot bath, a bottle of wine, and a secluded cottage with a roaring fire? Me, too! Instead, we're up to our arm pits in the usual muck and mire. Just like old times!

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VESTIGE: I'll go to the swamp and talk to Veya. NARYU: Just try not to be too charming when you meet her, hero. She has enough distractions as it is.

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VESTIGE: Well, take care of yourself, Naryu. NARYU: Always, hero. Oh, hey, I want you to have this. Something to remember me by until we meet again. I hope you don't leave here with the impression that all Dark Elves are conniving dirt bags. Some of us are also kind of sexy. Like me, for instance.

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NARYU: How did I know you were going to show up, hero? Can't get enough of my smiling face, hmm?

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VESTIGE: [Persuade] You know you can tell me anything. NARYU: I can, can I? Well, aren't you the sentimental fool!

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VESTIGE: What do you think it [letter] means? NARYU: Not a damn thing. Spooky predictions designed to unsettle the reader. But Naryu Virian doesn't spook that easily. And neither do you. Still, watch your arse around shadows for awhile. Just in case.

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NARYU: We keep managing to find each another, don't we, hero? Deshaan, Eastmarch, the Gold Coast. Even here in Vvardenfell. Gods, it feels like I've known you forever! VESTIGE: It hasn't been that long. NARYU: Do I need to remind you about all the things you helped me accomplish? We stopped a plague in Deshaan. We helped Almalexia in Mournhold. We saved the king of the Nords. We even stopped a killer that turned delicious pastries into a weapon! VESTIGE: And we saved the Redoran councilors here in Vvardenfell. NARYU: That's one I won't soon forget….. But I wanted to ask you something. Why do you keep showing up and sticking your beautiful nose in my business? VESTIGE: Because your beautiful nose needed the help. NARYU: You think my nose is beautiful? Hero, you're going to make me blush! Look, I know I've been kind of a tease, but I really do like you. And I appreciate that you've always been there for me. One day, when all the dangers have passed, well… VESTIGE: …Yes? NARYU: Do I really have to spell it out? When I'm ready, when you're ready, we'll find a quiet cabin in the woods, open an expansive bottle of wine, snuggle up by the fire …. And then I'll probably stick a dagger between your ribs. It's who I am, hero.

=================================== NARYU: Just don't let that strict sense of duty get you killed one of these days. If you died, I'd probably miss you terribly. ===================================

NARYU: Well, look what the nix-ox dragged in! What are you doing here, hero? Are you following me again? ===================================

NARYU: We figure out who Tredecim actually is, I finish the job, you get paid, and we go home. Not together, necessarily. Depends on my mood. So, what do you say? ===================================

VESTIGE: How have you been, Naryu? NARYU: Ah, hero. If we had a bottle of wine and all the time in the world, the stories I could tell you! But I really want to complete this writ and then wash the stink of the Telvanni out of my hair. Can we catch up later, please? ===================================

NARYU: You know, I sometimes visit the tavern in Necrom. Stop by if you're in the area. It would be nice to see you in... less... professional conditions. ===================================

NARYU: So, hero, I take it you've been up to your old tricks? I'm not sure how much of what I heard I actually believe, but if the danger was as great as they indicated, I'm glad you were on hand to stop it. Just don't let the attention go to your head. VESTIGE: What's next for you, Naryu? NARYU: I think I deserve some time off. A woman can only slit so many throats and stab so many backs before she needs a hot bath and a bottle of wine. Make that two bottles. And if I can find some company to share it with, all the better. VESTIGE: I might be available. NARYU: An interesting offer, but I think I'll pass. I was thinking more of something casual and meaningless. Someone or someones I won't mind gutting once I've had my fun. I'd rather not put any more holes in you than you already have. ===================================

NARYU: You know, I almost didn't show up. Seeing you again brought back so many memories. The idea of returning to Balmora and avoiding this talk certainly crossed my mind. VESTIGE: What now? NARYU: Now I need a drink and to gather my thoughts. Get my next job and get out of this damned peninsula. Maybe the next time we run into each other, we can put this behind us and have a more pleasant encounter. Just don't turn up on one of my writs, hero. ===================================

BONUS

NARYU'S JOURNAL TALKING ABOUT VESTIGE IN DARK BROTHERHOOD DLC

NARYU: I was in the tavern thinking it over when an old friend walked in, a darling murder-vagabond who'd helped me in the past. I beckoned, and my friend came sauntering over, glowing with a sly, smug confidence. When I saw the hilt of a Blade of Woe peeking out of the adventurer's cloak, I knew why: the adorable goof had joined the Dark Brotherhood. That moment, I realized my problems were solved. I just had to talk this killer-hobo into entering Castle Kvatch and letting me in the back way. So I just tailed their newest Brother, my cute vagabond, to their ugly black door.

"an old friend" "darling murder-vagabond" "the adorable goof" "killer-hobo" "my cute vagabond" ===================================

ASHUR (MORAG TONG AGENT)

ASHUR: Look, Naryu seems to trust you, so I suppose I have to trust you, too.

ASHUR: Well, look at that. If it isn't Naryu's little hero.

ASHUR: Clever. No wonder Naryu likes you so much.

ASHUR:  Have you had more dealings with Naryu or are you here for yet another of your "heroic deeds”? (WHAT A SHADE TO OUR LITTLE ADVENTURES)

[maxthesh4rk]

I forgot to put this here HEHJAHRHSHTJA

[everystephoftheway]

LOOK AT MY BABY

This is Veya, my Air Genasi monk from a soon to be starting campaign I'm in and I can't wait to play her!! Once again incredibly drawn by @drawsmaddy thank you so much for your awesome work!

[metrukduzlem]

Bir şeylerden ibaret.

Döküntülerimizle bakışıyor,

Döküntülerimizi kanıksıyor,

Döküldükçe kısılmaya alan açıyoruz.

Kısıtlı,

Kısılı ve sıkışık halde.

Taze egzoz kokusuyla varılan

Birkaç hatıranın aciz renginde.

Utanıp sıkılmadan geriye dönmeyi düşünme cüretinde.

Omurgadan, halden, hatırdan, histen uzak,

Şeytanlarıyla bir iki kafa boyu mesafesinde.

Aynı masada,

Aynı bültende,

Aynı eksik dişli makinede.

Ve aynı ipin ucunda

Nasıl da rastlantısal görünüyoruz.

Resmimiz eriyor kokuşmuş bir yağ tenekesinde.

Nemli betonda çamur kaplı hortumun izini bozan çıplak ayaklarımız.

Küskün bir yara izini kapatan titrek ellerimiz.

Kuşkusu azalan mağrur bir dizi insan işiyiz.

Ne dik, ne yassı, ne şamda kayısı, ne de bulunduğu kabın şeklinde.

Fena halde başına buyruk,

Sabaha karşı hiçlikle dağılmış bir duman gibi kaybolmuş.

Bir defterin arasında bir gül gibi kurumuş,

Bir günün ortasında kurumuş dudaklar gibi çatlamış.

Huysuzca kapanmışız kendimize,

Bütün döküntülerimiz bir şeylerden ibaret.

02.12.23 | 04:07

[vibe-rantz-designs]

Elderwood Chronicles Chapter 3

The Fractured had grown used to silence. He had grown used to the weight of his own thoughts, the endless path stretching ahead without promise or purpose. But that day, something in the air changed. The wind shifted, carrying warmth instead of the usual cold. The trees swayed as if whispering a secret. And then—he saw her. She stood in the clearing like a dream he was afraid to wake from. Her presence was soft, yet strong, as though the world itself had bent gently around her. There was something familiar in her eyes, though he had never seen her before. She did not look at him with fear or pity. She saw him. “You’ve been walking a long time,” she said. He didn’t know how to respond. She stepped closer, and where her feet touched the ground, life seemed to stir beneath them. “Does it hurt?” He hesitated, then nodded. “It always does.” She reached out—not to fix him, not to erase his fractures, but to simply acknowledge them. He had forgotten what it felt like to be seen without judgment. For the first time in forever, the cracks within him didn’t feel so heavy. But before he could speak, something changed. The air around them trembled, and her expression shifted—not fear, but knowing. She closed her eyes, listening to something only she could hear. She sighed, a sound full of longing and quiet pain. “I have to go.” The Fractured stiffened. “Go?” “There’s something I have to do. Something important.” His body, fragile and broken, suddenly felt even more hollow. He had just met her. He had just begun to understand what it meant to feel warmth again. He clenched his fists. “Will you come back?” She stepped closer, placing a hand over the hollow space where his heart once was. “This is not goodbye,” she whispered. “Not forever.” And then, like the wind through the trees, she was gone. The silence returned, but it was different now. It was no longer empty. He was still The Fractured. He was still waiting. But for the first time, he wasn’t just waiting to endure—he was waiting to become. He turned to Ori, his voice steady. “Let’s keep going.” Read the full article

[narkafaa]

lülükler ve siyahtan beyaza kusursuz bir geçiş

geçen gün yine düşünce dünyamın dehlizlerine dalmışken nöronlarımın çoğu kara delikleri binek yapmış mümkün dünyalarda geziniyordu. parmaklarım ise otomatik pilottaki beyin sinyalleri yoluyla lülüklerim arasında yürüyüşe çıkmıştı. (burada parantez için kısa bir sözlük molası veriyoruz. lülük kıvırcık saçlı kızların lülelerine verdiği bir addır. mola bitti. yazıya devam) lülükler biraz anksiyetik biraz da obsesiftir. içeriden veya dışarıdan temas sevmezler. ne birbirlerine dolanmaktan hoşlanırlar ne insan eli değsin isterler. biraz dokununca kabarıp kaos ortamı yaratırlar. bağımsızlıklarına düşkündür lülükler. özgürce şekil almak isterler. ama ben lülüklerimi dürtmeyi severim. onları prmaklarıma dolarım kaos dolu dünyalarının içine dalarım. lülüklerin karmaşıklığıyla uğraşırken kendi karmaşıklığımı bir anlığına da olsa unuturum. canım lülüklerim.

e işte geçen gün ben kafamın içinde evren evren dolanırken kafamın dışında da lülük lülük gezmekteyken bir baktım elimde bir saç teli. ya kendi pes etti ya da ben yanlışlıkla yoldum. o kısma takılmıyoruz. bazen böyle küçük kazalar olabilir. tam saç telini önceden yolunmuş ya da kendini salmış saç teli birikimine bırakacakken bir baktım bu telde bir değişiklik var. siyah desen siyah değil, beyaz desen beyaz değil. lülüklerimin bir kısmı kömür karasıyken diğerlerine karlar yağmış. kar beyazı lülüklerimin bir kısmı genetik mirasım, bir kısmı hayattaki bazı tecrübelerimin yansımaları. siyahlarım da beyazlarım da hepsi benim canım ciğerim. ama bu son saç teli var ya, bu bir değişikti. bu siyah başlayan ama yarıya doğru beyazlaşan bir saç teliydi. yanlış gördüğümü sandım, tekrar baktım. çünkü yanlış görebilir insan. gözünün gördüğünü hakikat sanabilir. lakin hayır, doğru görmüşüm. yarısı siyah sarısı beyaz bir saç teliymiş bu. siyahtan beyaza kusursuz bir geçiş...

siyahla başlamış, bir noktada siyahlığından vazgeçip beyaza dönmüş, kendini kar beyazlığının göz alıcılığına bırakmış bir saç teli. uzun uzun inceledim. bu saç teli acaba hangi noktada vazgeçmişti siyahlığından? Niye ve nasıl vazgeçmişti? bunları düşünürken hayat üzerine düşünmeye başladım. (meslekî deformasyon galiba) hayatta bazen renklerimizden vazgeçiyoruz. başka renklere geçiyoruz. hatta bazı günler bir renkle başlarken başka bir renkle bitiyor. bazen renkler birbirine karışıyor, bazen renkleri ayırt etmeye çalışıyoruz, bazen de hiç uğraşmıyoruz. yüreğimize bir damla siyahlık bulaşınca onu çoğaltıp gece karası bir siyahlık içine kapanıyoruz. gelen renkleri de bu siyahın yutmasına izin veriyoruz. olabilir. bazen insanların renklerine kapılıp gittiğimiz de oluyor. birinin siyahlığına çekilebilirim veya birinin pembeliğiyle kendi dünyamı şenlendirebilirim. bazen de kar beyazı öyle kaplıyor ki her yeri gözlerimiz kamaşıyor başka bir şey görmez hale geliyoruz. olabilir. herkesin rengi kendine. kocaman bir renk paletiyle rengarenk bir dünya, rengarenk bir hayat. benim saçlarımsa siyah ve beyaz arasına sıkışmış. tıpkı uçlarda yaşanan bir hayat gibi. "ya hep ya hiç" ikilemine sıkışmış bir zihin gibi. "siyah mı beyaz mı" sorusuyla bunalmış bir kalp gibi. aslında bir ucun siyah diğer ucun beyaz olması pek çok şey anlatıyor. bu öyle bir ikilik ki içinde bütün mümkünleri barındırıyor. siyah ve beyaz ikiliğinden doğar bütün gökkuşağı renkleri. hayaller, rüyalar, beklentiler, gülümsemeler, göz yaşları, yaralar, yamalar, hepsi bu iki uç arasında. feylesof takımından kimileri ikilikleri sevmez. aşmaya çalışır arasına sıkıştığımız bu iki ucu. ama ayrılmak sevdaya dahilse ikilikleri aşmak da ikiliğe dahil diyebilirim. (al sana mis gibi bir aforizma ve hatta bir tutam da safsata) yani benim bu saç telim adeta Leibniz'in bir monadı gibi bir kainatı barındırıyor. bir renk paleti gibi bütün tonları içeriyor. şimdi biri çıkıp "renkler araz, çok konuşma kardeşim" dese bi' "cık cık" çekerim önce, sonra derin bir nefes alıp sakin bir ses tonuyla "tamam ama cevherimizin bir parçası olamaz mı?" sorusunu sorarım. belki biraz manipüle etmek isterim, denerim bir şeyler. "bilimsel olarak bir renk sadece bir yanılsamadan ve yansımadan ibaret olabilir. gözlerimizi boyayabilir. ama gözden geçip doğrudan kalbimizi renklendiriyor. cevheri böylesine etkileyen bir araz büyük bir teşekkürü hak etmiyor mu?" diyerek bir bilge insan edasıyla ortamdan uzaklaşırım.

[miss-gorgon]

Naryu Virian

Like what you see, hero? Of course you do.

[madsayo]

hey guys kinda self-conscious but here’s my oc veya carel- pls be kind to her- k bye

[ladylucksrogue]

@julijuli77

Here is that second prompt for codywan, set in my fix it universe. You requested children other than anakin's, one of his brothers' kids. How about three of them XD

Prompt: #10 - making up stories to take away the child's fear of something irrational

Cody was content, half-dozing under the weight of blankets and the comforting warmth of Obi-Wan pressed against his back. He wasn’t entirely asleep, but pleasantly drowsy enough. Obi-Wan’s arm rested across his waist and his steady breath brushed against his neck. It was soothing.

“You alright?” Obi-Wan’s voice was low and rough with sleep, breaking the quiet.

“I’m fine,” Cody muttered, feeling the light press of Obi-Wan’s lips against his shoulder. He couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips as he reached back to give Obi-Wan’s leg a squeeze.

He felt Obi-Wan’s quiet huff of amusement. “None of that now. We have company.”

Cody snorted. “I didn’t do anything. What were you thinking?”

“That’s entirely your fault,” Obi-Wan pointed out. “You couldn’t resist the pleading eyes.”

Cody chuckled, knowing Obi-Wan wasn’t wrong. “We would have been watching Mira anyway,” he reasoned.

It was true. Liri had been planning for months to attend the prestigious gala where she’d be presented with an award.  Which meant dragging Wolffe to it.  Cody and Obi-Wan had volunteered to watch Mira, and Cody had been looking forward to it. He adored his nieces and nephew. But as soon as Tvarin caught wind of Mira’s sleepover, he’d begged to come too. The two of them were practically inseparable, and Cody couldn’t bring himself to say no. Veya, of course, didn’t want to be left out of the fun either.

So, the three of them had stayed over, and Cody and Obi-Wan had made a night of it, pizza, snacks, holos, and a living room camping trip complete with a pillow fort.

Cody hummed in agreement. Then he heard it, the faint sound of hushed voices, too quiet to make out but enough to tug at his instincts.

Obi-Wan shifted, half-sitting up in the dark. “The children,” he said softly. “Something’s off…”

Cody tensed, pushing himself upright. “Off?”

“They’re…” Obi-Wan tilted his head, listening. “Scared.”

That was all Cody needed to hear. He threw back the blankets and padded toward the living room, his bare feet quiet against the floor.

The scene that greeted him was both amusing and concerning. Mira, Tvarin, and Veya were huddled together under their makeshift tent of blankets and pillows, a flashlight casting shadows across the walls. Mira and Tvarin were whispering, gesturing wildly, while Veya clung to Tvarin’s arm, her eyes wide and fearful.

Cody paused in the doorway, arms crossed.

“...You’re the one who said it wasn’t scary!” Tvarin hissed.

“It wasn’t that scary!” Mira shot back.

“Oh, please! You were scared too!”

Cody knew that tone all too well and stepped forward before it escalated. “What is going on?” he asked, flicking on the lights.

The sudden brightness made Veya shriek, and the other two flinched, grabbing each other defensively. All three began talking at once, their words a chaotic mess.

Obi-Wan appeared in the doorway behind Cody, holding up a hand. “One at a time.”

“Mira wanted to watch a holo!” Veya blurted.

Mira and Tvarin both turned to her, indignant.

“She picked it!” Tvarin accused. “Said it was about a monster and wasn’t scary.”

“My friend at school got to watch it!” Mira huffed, crossing her arms. “It’s not fair that my mama said no.”

“You should have asked your dad then,” Tvarin pointed out.

“Yeah, right. He’d tell me to ask Mama,” Mira muttered.

“You didn’t ask yours either!” She shot back.

“They would say no anyway!” Tvarin shot back, defensive.

“Mama and Papa said no too…” Veya added quietly.

“What holo?” Cody asked, cutting through the bickering.

The three children froze, suddenly very quiet. Obi-Wan stepped forward, picking up the discarded datapad from beside the fort.

“Ah,” Obi-Wan said after a moment. “That makes sense.” He turned the screen toward Cody.

Cody’s brow furrowed as he recognized the title. It was a new monster thriller that had taken the holonet by storm. He hadn’t seen it himself, it wasn’t his or Obi-Wan’s taste, but the buzz around it had been impossible to miss. Definitely not a film for children.

“Your parents were right,” Obi-Wan said softly. “This is probably not something you’re ready for yet.”

“But half the school has seen it!” Mira said, throwing her hands up dramatically.

“Now Mira is scared of the dark,” Tvarin said, rolling his eyes. “Said there were monsters in the shadows.”

“Am not!” Mira snapped, glaring at him.

“I saw them too,” Veya whispered.

Cody suppressed a smile. They’d gotten along so well all evening, he supposed it was only a matter of time before a squabble broke out. They were their fathers’ children, after all. Sometimes, their arguments were so reminiscent of Fox and Wolffe as cadets that it was uncanny.

Obi-Wan crouched by the fort. “Your parents set rules like this not because they don’t want you to have fun, but because some things are better saved for when you’re older.”

Cody chimed in, sitting beside him. “Some people don’t like scary movies at all. Your dad doesn’t,” he said to Mira, “never did.”

Veya perked up slightly. “Papa doesn’t like them either,” she admitted.

Tvarin shrugged. “My dad does.”

Their voices were soft as they muttered apologies for breaking the rules. Mira fiddled with the edge of her pajama sleeve, Tvarin seemed nervous, and Veya hugged her knees tightly.

Cody leaned over taking the flashlight, flicking it on with a click. He shined it on the wall. “Let me show you something,” he said. He angled, holding it between his cheek and shoulder and put his hands in front of it.

The first shadow was simple, a bird, its wings flapping as Cody moved his hands. Mira leaned forward, her dark eyes fixed on the wall, wide-eyed curiosity.

“It’s easy,” Cody said.  He shifted his fingers, and the bird turned into the shape of a bantha, its horns bobbing as he moved his thumbs.

“That’s amazing,” Veya said.

Tvarin leaned closer. “Can I try?”

Cody smirked and handed him the flashlight. “Go for it, kid.”

Tvarin furrowed his brow in concentration, holding the flashlight with one hand while twisting the other to create a shadow that vaguely resembled a nexu. Mira giggled, and Veya smiled.

“Not bad,” Cody said with mock seriousness. “Could use some work on the claws, though.”

As the children traded the flashlight back and forth, experimenting with their own shapes, Obi-Wan cleared his throat. “Do you know,” he began, his voice low and soothing, “that in ancient times, shadows were said to carry the stories of warriors?”

The children stilled, their gazes turning toward him with rapt attention.

“They’d cast their shadows on the walls to teach their young ones about courage,” Obi-Wan continued, bringing his own hands to the light. A shape appeared, a krayt dragon, as Obi-Wan moved his fingers. “They’d tell tales of how the shadows were their friends, guiding them through the dark and keeping them safe.”

“That’s cool,” Tvarin said.

“The shadows remind us that fears are often just tricks of the light. When we understand them, they lose their power.”  Obi-Wan said, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“And sometimes shadows are just shadows. Things like lights from speeders outside.” Cody added, practically, pointing toward the window.  The faint movement of headlights played across the blinds, creating patterns on the walls.

Mira tilted her head, watching the shadows with new understanding. “So… no monsters?”

“No monsters,” Obi-Wan said gently. “Just shapes and stories.”

Satisfied, Mira nodded. “I liked the bird one,” she said, glancing at Cody.

“Me too,” Veya agreed.

Still, Cody didn’t miss the way Veya’s eyes darted toward the darker corners of the room or how Mira kept glancing back at the window. Even Tvarin, for all his bravado, was sitting close to his cousins.

Cody and Obi-Wan shared a look. It was unspoken, but clear, they couldn’t leave them alone.

“Alright,” Cody said, patting the couch. “We’ll sleep out here tonight. Monster watch.”

The three children brightened visibly at that, their wide eyes giving way to smiles. “You mean it?” Mira asked, clutching Tvarin’s arm in excitement.

“Absolutely,” Obi-Wan replied, pulling a spare blanket from the fort and tossing it onto the couch. “We’ll keep watch, and if any monsters decide to show up, they’ll have to answer to us.”

Mira giggled. “And you’ll use the Force!”

“Perhaps,” Obi-Wan said, his eyes twinkling. “But I suspect a well-aimed flashlight will do the trick just as well.”

As Cody and Obi-Wan settled onto the couch, Mira, Tvarin, and Veya snuggled back into their fort, whispering excitedly about their favorite shadow shapes. Cody stretched out, one arm draped over his face as he let out a sigh. Obi-Wan leaned back beside him, his head resting against Cody’s shoulder.

“Think they’ll sleep now?” Cody murmured.

“They’ll sleep,” Obi-Wan replied, his voice warm. 

Cody glanced toward the fort, a smile tugged at his lips as he saw them curled up together.

“Monster watch,” Cody muttered under his breath.

“Well, at least we are used to being on duty.” Obi-Wan joked softly, over a yawn, his eyes closing as he let himself drift back to sleep.

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in the spirit of trying to post more, here's the progress on a redraw of my guardian (the original was done in 2020). i think i've gotten better at drawing crow too

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Naryu Virian & Vestige having heart-to-heart about Veya in Necrom DLC (2023)

My fucking heart!

PS. Razum-dar, you little shit, when exactly did you ride that griffon into Daedric plain with me, huh?? Must've missed that part XD

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Naryu Virian and Veya Releth

Naryu and Veya are both incredibly complex and vastly different characters. I took a few shots of my Naryu double and Veya to capture some friendlier moments between them.

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Elderwood Chronicles Chapter 1 - The Fractured

Once, he had a name—one that felt warm when spoken, one that belonged to a being who was whole. He was a guardian, a silent protector of the forest, his heart pulsing like golden light beneath his fungal skin. He had love once, real love. The kind that made him believe he was safe. The kind that made him believe forever was a promise carved into the earth itself. But love is not always a sanctuary. Sometimes, it is a blade. She was everything—wild, untamed, a creature of dreams and whispers. She spoke of eternity and touched him like he was something sacred. And then, one day, she took his heart. Not metaphorically, not symbolically—she reached into his chest, plucked it free, and left him there, bleeding out the last remnants of who he used to be. And then… she was gone. At first, he lay there, waiting for the end. It didn’t come. The absence of his heart did not kill him. It changed him. His once-vibrant form became cracked, decayed, pieces of him crumbling away like dried leaves. The soft glow in his chest was gone, leaving behind a hollow cavity that ached with every breath. The others whispered his new name—The Fractured. A reminder that he was less than he once was. But The Fractured did not stop moving. Even as the pain hollowed him out, even as the world saw only a broken thing, he refused to stop. Every step was agony, every moment a war against the weight of his own grief. But he moved, because what else was there to do? To give up would be to let the pain define him. To stop would be to become nothing. So he walks. Some fear him, mistaking his ragged appearance for something monstrous. Others pity him, seeing only the ruin left behind. Few understand the truth: He does not seek revenge. He does not even seek to be whole again. He seeks only to exist. To keep going. Because even without a heart, even with cracks running through him like fault lines, he is still here. And maybe, just maybe, that’s enough. Read the full article