#ascended sleepers

[changelingsandothernonsense]

Wips on a Thursday

I have no wives to give you @thequeenofthewinter, @mareenavee, @paraparadigm But I do have JOSH Thursday!

And yes, most weeks are Josh weeks but I did also draw Sydari, I'll post that too. But guess what you also get a snippet from Sleepers Awake.

I hear you guys don't mind my horror adventure into the corprus cure.

Art First

Guns for Josh! Straight Outta Blacklight kids!

Hey this is getting posted with an ask but I need to draw like 4 more things first!

Ok Writing under the cut. CW Horror imagery, graphic descriptions, body horror. This is corprus and Morrowind related. You know the drill...

“SPEAK TO US!”

Blind, lost, they fumble. He fumbles, writhes. The star is gone. The cavern glows red, lost, wandering, face to the dirt. The drum beats, the heart beats, his heart stops and there is nothing.

“Again,” A man’s voice, old but firm, “do it again Uupse.”

He felt his muscles contract, relax, contract, the pain searing through his chest, as his body slams against stone. His muscles are fire, everything moves of its own accord, and he can’t will himself to stop. Again and again, an eternity. He writhes in one spot, scraping, twisting. His arm numb, his shoulder out of socket. He is aware and not, his body moves of its own accord. Snapping striking, scraping. He can’t breathe. He screams out, the sound little more than a rasping exhale as his body continues to slam against the stone. His head hits the hard, cold surface that he lay upon. Again and again and again. Over and over. Then suddenly it stops and he relaxes. Everything is wet. He burns, and his heart lurches in his chest. Fire throughout his body, a torch, immolation. It stops and he is suddenly unbearably cold. His heart stops.

“Again Uupse.”

A crack, a burning in his chest, it spreads from the centre outwards, his head turns, jaw clenches, and again he writhes, something in his chest snaps. Everything is muffled, it's too much. There are voices in the ether, distant, the language unrecognisable as he once again loses consciousness.

***

“Go to him, beneath Red Mountain, kneel before him, and he will show you mercy."

He speaks the words from his own lips, drawn tightly against his teeth. Dry. His skin is stretched across his bones, the joints split, oozing, and he crawls before himself upon his knees. They ooze a black substance as they scrape along the ground. He reaches his mirror’s feet, his forehead touches the ash before him. His reflection met him at his level. He lifted his chin up, traced his lip, and forced him to look at him, his face hollow, reforming, falling in, and reforming. His eyes dead, the crimson dulled. Clouded. The same images over and over. Teldryn spoke.

“What are you? Where is this place?” His voice was alien, not his own, ashen, rough. Unrecognisable.

His reflection smiled, it was menacing, lips stretched, uncanny. His eyes are dead.

 “Go to him, kneel before him, as you do me, and he will show you mercy.”

Teldryn tried to speak again, a long, bony finger pressed against his lips, silencing him before a could verbalise.

"What are you doing?” A laugh, “You have no idea, do you? Poor animal. You struggle and fight. You resist!”

“YOU UNDERSTAND NOTHING!”

The words did not come from either of them. Deep, rasping, hollow. It screeches from the darkness. He watches himself stiffen as the creatures approach. A mess of ash, malformed, elephantine proboscises emerging from their faces. Pits for eyes, ornate yet tattered robes. They hum, they writhe. One takes his reflection by the ear and tosses him to the side. His naked, emaciated form breaks against the rocky walls of the cavern. He watches himself twitch, thrash before he stills. The thing that stands before him offers its hand, skeletal, the ash and its skin mingled, he could not tell where one ended and the other began.

He did not want to take it.

He felt a shock in his chest, and he shuddered. Again. Another. He seizes. He awakens. The thing offers him its hand again.

And he refuses.

A second shock, stronger, it burns at his very being. His every nerve set aflame. His head hits the ground, grazes the stone. He is forced to his feet, a dead, decrepit arm hooks either side of him. He is forced forward. His body taught, unable to move of his own accord.

He drags his feet all the same.

[adderstones]

House Dagoth dance! A little doodle from work today

[turboemmy]

me and the boys about to look upon the heart

[elavoria]

tesinktober2023 prompt 1: music

An ascended sleeper playing his snoot. Doot!

[redhairedfish]

weeeeeeeeewooooooo my old TES arts

[turnip-juice]

Ascended Sleeper from Morrowind

[venacoeurva]

Ascended Sleeper having a bold n brash moment and someone stole his clothes!! kinda hard not to amble around like that when your upper half basically detonated

also just kind of an excuse to draw a ton of detail

-Please do not reupload/edit/use without proper credit and linking back, ask first-

[renthari-from-telvanni]

#sixfanarts (VK)

full hd

„6th wheel“

(Nerevar bc he died)

(not Lain ofc)

[babyblueetbaemonster]

I just really wanna draw Surfing Ur :3

The crucial part of child safety is fireproof. But if you child want to jump into lave, remember to give them plenty of Resist Fire Artifacts.

Let's ride the Dagothwave.

[rivet77]

"What are you doing? You have no idea. Poor animal. You struggle and fight, and understand nothing"

[bowelfly]

do you think trungo would get along well with the ascended sleepers from morrowind :] perhaps they’d play some sickening tunes together

the doot duet

[changelingsandothernonsense]

Playing with an idea

IDK sixth house eyeball fun!

[ego-osbourne]

Wren Nerevarine (Art Trade)

//click for better quality//

Aaayyyyeeee it’s the man! The funny dunmer man! This was my part of an art trade with @venacoeurva — Wren annoys an ascended sleeper — very very fun, thank you Vena Artist for the opportunity \o/

Tried out some new-ish stuff for this piece, mainly seeing how outline work and impact linework would look. Less scenic but more poppy ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Also I guess this is technically my first Morrowind-based art, so hell yeah.

vv. Some close-ups to compensate for that sweet sweet tumblr compression crunch .vv

//I’ll be sure to reblog Vena Artist’s share of the art trade but also definitely go look at their blog, their art is very very nice :D

[chimbucha]

the ccu (chimbucha cinematic universe) is expanding

this was really just an excuse to draw myself with voryn lol

[stridesthroughashes]

Just a rough ref for my Nerevarine dude Devryne Motmalvel circa the events of Skyrim… He’s been through some shit since Zz’eishadei (aka ‘the False Incarnate’) destroyed the heart- and unfortunately for the world, he actually achieved CHIM… Sort of.

And even more unfortunately for the world… The Dragonborn died after defeating Alduin, and the HoK is currently the prisoner of a rather pissed off God- well, hopefully nothing bad comes from his return!

He’s still sad about his Cliffracers dying though :(

(If it wasn’t obvious, my timeline and storyline for my TES OCs is sort of… funky to say the least, I tend to do that with any fan characters I make- to the point it barely follows the established plot- or happens in a whole other universe where the canon characters don’t even exist-)

[ratnurse]

One more essay to write and then I can replay morrowind... I want to make a khajiit nerevarine this time. Hand to hand supremacy babeyyyy