#sil oc

[i-eat-worlds]

Roadside Assistance

Sil crashes his motorcycle.

thanks to @snaillamp for helping with the medicine things. Go check out their stuff!

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cw: motorcycle crashes, major character injury, medical whump, fear of dying, depictions of pain

Sil felt like he was on fire.

Which was odd, considering it was pouring.

The rain did nothing to cool the hot, burning agony that spread all over his skin, nor the too-bright, buzzing sensation in his head or the sharp, intense pain in his hips and his legs. It was all over him, loud and screaming, and refusing to shut up.

He wanted it to stop. Now.

He didn’t care how.

Moving slowly, he tried to look at what was around him. His bike was tipped over several meters away, lying right in the middle of the road. The team had to be miles ahead of him already, halfway towards the lake. No one was coming. No one was going to find him.

Not unless he made them.

Ignoring the pain that blossomed around his ribs, he raised his arm and started to fumble with the strap of his helmet. It felt like it was suocating him, too tight against his cheeks and his forehead. Trying to keep the discomfort minimal, he knocked at it with his hand, slowly pushing it off his face. Once he’d gotten it past his ears, he dropped his hand back down and started patting for the pocket that held his phone.

A groan escaped his lips when he accidentally brushed the torn flesh off his thigh. He should've worn his leathers. Joseph was going to kill him for that.

The phone’s screen was cracked beyond repair, but it worked well enough. He raised it to his face, only for it to vibrate when it didn’t recognize it. Ugh. His fingers were shaking so much that it took several attempts to get it right.

Joseph was the last person he’d texted, and he quickly tapped the call button, followed by speakerphone. It only took two rings for him to pick up.

“Sil? Watcha’ need?” He said, voice calm, almost bored.

Oh. Joseph didn’t know yet.

“Help,” he choked out. “Fell off ‘m motorcycle.”

There was a beat of silence. “Where are you?”

His voice was still calm, but it was now obviously artificial.

“Green Lane?” It did look familiar, but he wasn’t quite sure where. “It ‘urts, Joseph.”

He could hear the sounds of him rushing to gather the team from the other side of the phone. “We’re on our way, Sil.”

That was good. Joseph would help him.

“Mmm. ‘hank you.” The pain flared, and his vision swam. “Always, Sil.”

His vision narrowed, and then went black.

“Sil? You with us?”

The voice was distant, but familiar. Who?

Someone’s hands were on his head, gripping it tight. There was the sound of Velcro being torn apart. The rain had stopped.

“Sil? C’mon.”

It was American.

Joseph.

Slowly, he pulled his eyelids apart.

Eric was looming over him, hands holding his neck. Joseph was only half visible, kneeling further down by his legs. He couldn’t see the rest of the team, though they had to be here. When he tried to turn his head to look for them, Eric’s grip grew tighter. “Try to keep still. We’ve gotcha.”

“Sil, can you tell me what hurts?” Joseph said, cutting off what was left of his pants.

“…Hips, legs, arms, head.” The list didn’t really cover everything. If Sil was being honest, it hurt everywhere.

“Alright, this is going to suck.” Joseph slid something under his legs. “I’m worried that your pelvis is broken, and this’ll help.”

That was bad, wasn’t it.

Sil caught an flash of bright orange as Joseph pulled it up higher, folded it over, and pressed a weird looking white thing over it. And then he pulled.

He gasped, hands curling up and digging into the still damp pavement. Ow. Fuck. Ow.

“I know, I know,” Joseph said.

It was pressing against the skin that had been scraped away by the road, which was horrible, but the real pain was emanating from the inside.

Joseph grabbed his wrist, eyes scanning him over. “Teri, what’s the ETA on support?”

“They’re saying sixteen forty-ish.” Sil couldn’t see her, but he could see Joseph’s face, and that told him plenty.

“The ambulance?” He pulled something out of his bag.

“Yep. No helimed.”

“Sharp scratch,” he warned, before the needle burrowed into his arm. He looked up to Teri. “Tell them to get the chopper out here.”

Helicopter? How bad was it?

Everything hurt, and he was tired and his heart was going so fast. Was he going to die?

It occurred to him that was not a question he should ask Joseph. Not after Pat. He casted his eyes up to Eric.

“ ‘m I gonna die?” He mumbled, voice practically a whisper.

Eric looked a little surprised. “No. We’ve got you.”

“But the ‘elichopter.”

“It’s to get you more help faster,” Joseph said, voice hard. “It does not mean you’re going to die.” Sil swallowed, and Joseph moved on. “I’m gonna give you something for the pain, and start some fluids, then I’ll look at your leg.”

There was a rush of cool down his arm. After some brief ddling with tubing, Joseph hooked him up to a bag of saline and enlisted Avia as a human IV stand.

Sil had no idea what his leg looked like, though judging from the splintering pain that radiated from his shin, it wasn’t pretty.

Joseph started to work. As it turned out, the drugs only damped pain, not removed it. The world was hazy. His chest hurt.

He blinked, very, very slow.

His eyes slipped closed.

Discomfort flared in his chest.

“Hey, none of that.”

Joseph was leaning over him, eyebrows furrowed. There was a rigid something around his leg. A shiny, metallic blanket was spread over him. It didn’t do much, though it kept the breeze out, which was appreciated.

“But ‘m tired.” Not tired. Exhausted. Like his life force was being drained out of him.

“I know,” Joseph said. “But try and stay awake.”

He grumbled. “Alright.”

Sleeping was so easy. He wanted easy.

Joseph’s fingers pressed into his wrist, and his eyes watched his chest. “You’re doing great, Sil.”

Avia smiled at him. “Yeah. You’ll be back to beating my ass at video games in no time.”

He smiled dumbly. “I will.”

“Or maybe I’ll beat yours?” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“I don’t know if I’ll have an ass left after this.” His eyes ickered to Joseph. “Thoughts medic boy?” He snickered.

“I can assure you that you still have an ass, Sil,” he shook his head, “and a concussion.”

Any further conversation was cut out by the roar of a helicopter passing overhead. It was painted bright blue and orange, INSUPA MEDEVAC emblazoned on the side. The helicopter circled, lining itself up to land in a nearby field.

Several minutes later, two orange suited medics came down the road, carrying a bright yellow back board with them. Joseph started his report while they squatted down. Three introduced themselves, and Sil was not paying as much attention as he should’ve been. He was rolled and laid down on the board, strapped down tight, and then blocks were secured around his head.

It was easy to take the backseat as he was moved around like a human doll, positioned and lifted and transported.

He was tired.

He was cold.

It hurt.

He let the dark spots flashing in his vision take him.

He hoped he would wake up.

He didn’t know for sure.

*** His throat hurt.

That was the first thought he had when he returned to his body.

Sure, other things hurt. His leg, his hip, his chest. But that one was new.

He tried to open his eyes, but shut them immediately when the light came flooding in.

“Good morning, Sil.”

American.

Joseph.

He tried again, squinting away from the glowing terror. “Why’s it so bright?”

“Hospital.” Oh. That made sense. “Do you remember what happened?”

Sil huffed. “I crashed. Now my throat ‘urts.”

“That’s one way to put it.” There was the sound of a chair sliding across the tile. “I’m gonna get the doc in here, alright?”

“Can I ‘ave water first?” His throat really hurt.

Joseph paused. “Yeah.”

“Thank you,” he said as Joseph put the cup to his lips.

“Always, Sil.”

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[falmerbrook]

(Mild flashing/eyestrain warning for the second half! I'll post a slower version below that's less flashy and let's you see the details)

A short Morrowind animation for a MAP (Multi-Animator Project).

It was fun trying different methods of animation (no reference for Nerevar, rotoscoping a 3D model for the ring, and a video reference for the hand) and letting myself use a loose sketchy style!

YouTube Link

Version with the second half slowed down (link because Tumblr is dumb about having more than one video in a post):

[angiemaniac]

What if the Nerevarine could meet Sotha Sil?

I wanna hug the sad elf god too.

I spent way longer on this than I should've, but I've been playing Morrowind and Elder Scrolls Online and I felt so bad for him.

I call this AU Sotha Lives!

EDIT: I edited the image because today I just learned Sotha Sil had a scar on his face from a battle with Mehrunes Dagon. The more you know!

[suntails]

hijo de la luna

[risaho]

"And so it goes, a choking rose back"

[letters-numbers-and-dashes-only2]

Morrowposting

[gemini-forest]

Leo loves his daughter but he worries sometimes.

edit: typo woopse

[cryptfly]

All I ever want to do is play dress up with my dollies. Here’s Rinsea, my ESO main, in some various ceremonial garbs she’s picked up during her adventures. More info under the cut.

Champion of Vivec

She would rather you think of her being the City’s champion than the God-King’s, but here we are. I obviously based it on the Buoyant Armiger’s glass armor. She’s not officially a Buoyant Armiger or anything, but she does get some fancy glass armor pieces for official occasions which she does not attend. This is also partially based on Bajoran liturgical wear because I like it very much.

Champion of Sotha Sil

Technically she’s the champion of the Clockwork City but that was very long to put on her picture lmao. I don’t think Seht would have gotten her any ceremonial wear honestly, but since it’s basically a standard Clockwork Apostle outfit, I like to think that one of that order got her this, something fine and suited to the environment as a thanks for saving their sadboi God. Drawing the armor pieces was really fun and satisfying and they turned out way better than I was expecting.

Champion of Almalexia

Once again I changed the actual title given to fit the picture. Almalexia actually named her a Hand! However as we all know, a Hand of Almalexia is a specific kind of Ordinator and Rin is not actually inducted into that order. She’s a Hand because Ayem says so but that doesn’t actually give her any rank or anything. Instead of giving her Ordinator armor, I gave her a fancy gown. I think Ayem did this with a touch of vanity-isn’t my Hero so beautiful, a true Daughter of Morrowind I am such a proud Mother. Also, I really wanted to draw a pretty dress and no one can stop me. I based some of the details off Kirkbride drawings of Almalexia herself.

Urshilaku Clanfriend

In my personal canon of the story, the Vvardenfell quest happened first for Rin and took around little over a year and in that time she became a Clanfriend among Ashlanders. Her father, Gares, had been an Ashlander until he was forced to flee with his infant daughter and when she returned on what seemed to be Temple business, they were wary of her. But she made herself useful and was unfailingly polite and she was folded into much of their life. I like that while the other outfits look designed and tailored to suit her, her Ashlander gear almost looks like hand me downs and mended pieces. She wasn’t given new and special clothes, she was trusted with clothes worn by the tribe, inviting her into the family itself. These clothes look nice but also like something she work in side by side with the Ashlanders.

[tervaneula]

Commission for @gemini-forest of their Jayden and Leo cuddling!!! Eepy tortle... soft bnuuy...... truly the best match <3

[i-eat-worlds]

Alex & Friends Part 9-Telecommunications and Transportation

Alex and Joseph have some bonding time. Also: a pinch of Plot cw: bandage changing, dissociation, French person briefly making fun of the Brits, cursing

“Please state your identication code.” The robotic voice chirped. “Five-Seven-Nine, Alfa, Lima. Codename: Midnight,” Alex said into the phone.

“Welcome, Midnight. Connecting you to Handler Seventy-Three.” The machine beeped, then transferred over to her Handler. There was a beat before he answered. “Good morning, Midnight.” He said in a posh British accent. It was so present that it almost sounded like he was faking it. “I’m glad your extraction went smoothly.”

Alex wanted to correct him, because no it fucking didn’t, but she refrained from that. “For the future,” Alex said, trying not to grit her teeth, “I would appreciate a heads-up before you send a team for me.” She left out that she thought she was being kidnapped and recaptured, because she doubted he would care.

There's a pause on the other side of the phone. “I was not made aware of the activation of an extraction team until after the fact.” Liar.

“Are you aware that I’m being sent to a safehouse?” Alex asked. He knew, there was no way he didn’t. He was her handler, he wouldn’t have been left in the dark.

“Really? I was not, no.” Another lie. “You are far more valuable in the field. I do not know why they would seriously consider a safe house to be a viable option. I’ve talked about this before, INSUPA needs more aggressive tactics.” Alex held in a sigh. He was giving the muckety-muck speech to her again. “I’ll do my best to return you to work. I’ll call you when I have results.” “Thank you,” Alex said, then quickly spoke again before he hung up. “Maybe lie less though, seventy-three.” The line went dead. Alex took a deep breath, trying to cleanse the icky feeling that these conversations always left her with. He was so infuriating, and she couldn’t even pinpoint why. She took another calming breath, then hooked the phone back on the wall. It was probably time to start heading to the plane. Her bandages could wait until after they’d landed. Safehouse or bust.

******** The tarmac was still slightly damp with morning dew, the temperature cool but not cold. Joseph had deposited several of his bags in a pile with the rest of his team's things, only keeping a small backpack with him. They boarded while the plane fueled and loaded their luggage. The plane was small, but the interior was comfortable. The team chose their seats and started putting their bags away. “So Aarav, excited to be going back home?” Avia asked, stowing her bag in the overhead bin.

“Nobody in the history of ever has been excited about going to London, mon pote.” Sil joked as he collapsed into his seat. “You can’t bug me about being from England until twenty four hours after an injury, you know the rules.” Aarav joked back.

Sil opened his mouth to continue the banter, but was cut off by Joseph “If y’all are like this the whole flight, I’m going to tell the pilot to crash us into the channel.” “Yessir.” Sil did a two finger salute. “I will not antagonize Aarav intentionally. No promises that he won’t be annoyed by my mere presence, though.”

The conversation was interrupted by Alex boarding the plane. Her hands were empty, as she didn’t have anything to carry on, and she briskly walked to the back of the plane, taking the seat furthest towards the tail end. He couldn’t imagine that she was happy about this whole protective detail thing, but she looked like someone had really got to her. Once they were in the air, he’d need to change her bandages. He hadn’t seen the wound since when he was really more worried about keeping her blood inside her body. She also needed to start antibiotics. Rivers aren’t good places to swim around in with open wounds, generally speaking. After a couple minutes, they were informed that it was time for take off, and they buckled their seatbelts as the plane taxied down the runway. The plane picked up speed and lifted off, heading towards London. Eventually, the plane stopped climbing, and they were declared “free to roam about the cabin.”

By this point, half the plane was out cold. Eric was quietly snoring, Avia was leaned against the window, and Aarav had reclined his seat as far back as it would go. Sil was absorbed by a game on a Switch that was definitely not his, and Teri was paging through an old Superhero’s Today magazine, waiting for the caffeine high to wear off so she could get some shut eye. After grabbing his bag from the overhead bin, he walked down the aisle to the back of the cabin, where Alex was seated. A thick file was open on her lap. When she heard him coming, she flipped it closed and set it on the chair beside her. “Watcha need, Joseph?” She said the words in a casual tone, but he could tell her guard had gone up. “Just checkin’ in.” He sat down in the aisle so that he wouldn’t loom over her. “I’m going to need to check your wound, if that’s alright.”

Joseph watched Alex tense up at the idea. “Where do you need me?” She asked.

“Can you straighten your leg and turn to the side? Tell me if it hurts.” He said as he pushed the moveable armrest out of the way. Alex twisted, allowing him to access the wound. “I know the graze has to hurt, but does anything feel off anywhere else?” “Just the hip.” Alex answered. “Hurts like a bitch.”

“I’ll get you something for that after we’re done.” He withdrew the supplies he would need from his bag, then pulled a pair of nitrile gloves over his hands. “I need to pull down your pants a little bit to see your wound, is that okay?” Alex nodded, and helpfully pulled her shirt up out of the way while Joseph tugged down the side of her pants just enough to uncover the ABD pad covering the wound. To help keep the area clean, he draped a blue surgical towel over the seat.

“I’m going to touch it now.” He warned as he reached for the tape. Alex tensed up at his words, but she didn’t say anything. Slowly, he peeled the tape off, then tossed it and the old ABD pad into the orange baggie serving as his trash can. The skin around the wound wasn’t puffy or inflamed, which he took as a good sign. It didn’t take long for him to unravel the kerlix packing; the wound wasn’t that deep. She’d done a technique job dressing it. There wasn’t any debris left in the wound either, so she’d cleaned it too. She must’ve had medical training at some point, then. “Looks good,” He said as he ripped open his roll of kerlix. “It’s already starting to heal.” It was when he set about wetting the packing material when he realized that Alex looked barely present. Her fingers were curled tightly around her shirt, as if she was hanging on for dear life, but her eyes were glazed over, her jaw slack. Shit. She was dissociating. “Hey, Alex?” He tried, waving a hand in front of her face. She blinked a little bit, shaking her head.

“Sorry,” She said, looking down at where Joseph was tending to her wound. “I uhhh…”

“Nah, It’s okay. No need to apologize,” Joseph said. “I know it can be a lot. Is it okay for me to keep going?”

“Yeah, it’s okay.” Alex said, her voice quiet.

Joseph nodded, then returned to his work. After ensuring the wound was clean, he packed it. Alex gritted her teeth when the kerlix made contact. “I’m sorry, I know it hurts.” He said as he finished packing it. Luckily, the wound wasn’t too deep, and it didn’t take very long. He covered the wound with an ABD pad, then taped it in place. “All done.” He declared, stripping off his gloves so that one glove was inside another and tossing them. Alex pulled her pants back up over the bandage, and dropped her shirt back down. “So, I’m gonna start you on antibiotics, just to ward off anything that might’ve gotten in during your swim in the river, on top of the pain meds.” He quickly unscrewed the safety caps and dumped two ibuprofen and a Moxafloxacin into Alex’s cupped hand. When he handed her a water bottle from his bag, she’d already swallowed them dry. She took the water anyway, taking a drink that might’ve been for his benefit. “Tell me if anything else hurts, yeah?” He said as packed up his things and stood to return to his seat. “Can do, doc.” Alex said, her relaxed tone returning. He gave a thumbs up and a nod as a walked back to his seat. For a brief moment her tone turned genuine. “Thank you. For your help.”

Joseph smiled back. “You’re welcome.”

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[osteichthyens]

unrelated doodles that kinda look like a movie poster or something together

[angiemaniac]

Annnd this is the post where I lose followers probably. My brain was not okay when I read the lore on him vs Mehrunes Dagon. Especially coming from a Sotha Simp.

[yofukit]

Always had this idea of silvyr playing bass because what else is a beefcake of a man to do? And boy does he look GOOD doing it 👀💦👀💦

Artwork done by the cool ass @dat-soldier, elf hunk by meee

[thescrolls-haveforetold]

REX

[risaho]

“Bends in Ecstasy to Kiss”

[peony-plum]

They betray their friend/husband and he come back only to get torture by them