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Pygmalion and Galatea (1763) by Étienne Maurice Falconet Paul and Virginia (1844) by Alessandro Puttinati Worship of the Female Form (early 20th century) by Alméry Lobel-Riche Kneeling man embracing a standing woman (1908) by Gustav Vigeland In Paradise (1918) by Max Svabinsky Thief of the Moon (1924) by Norman Lindsay

FICTOBER AO3 IS UP! four days til we start yalllll

FICTOBER 2024

as usual i was unable to find any good fictober lists that i PERSONALLY enjoyed for this year, so, keeping with tradition! i made my own! since we're a week from october i figured i'd post it now to let people take a look :^) if you end up using any of it (or all of it) PLEASE DO TAG ME! i'll post a link to my ao3 fictober in the next few days so it'll be up there as well! (plaintext list is below the cut + click for MUCH better quality)

shackles

headless

thunderstorm

journal

sun

clock

sacrifice

moth

aged

catacomb

ancestral

fissure

tentacle

cairn

swamp

statue

vail (NOT veil or vale!)

precipice

impaled

cage

rotten

sunrise

immolation

prisoner

peak

coward

delirium

carved

garden

mandible

(and as always) All Hallows' Eve

FICTOBER 2024

as usual i was unable to find any good fictober lists that i PERSONALLY enjoyed for this year, so, keeping with tradition! i made my own! since we're a week from october i figured i'd post it now to let people take a look :^) if you end up using any of it (or all of it) PLEASE DO TAG ME! i'll post a link to my ao3 fictober in the next few days so it'll be up there as well! (plaintext list is below the cut + click for MUCH better quality)

shackles

headless

thunderstorm

journal

sun

clock

sacrifice

moth

aged

catacomb

ancestral

fissure

tentacle

cairn

swamp

statue

vail (NOT veil or vale!)

precipice

impaled

cage

rotten

sunrise

immolation

prisoner

peak

coward

delirium

carved

garden

mandible

(and as always) All Hallows' Eve

Device. Alert tumblr that I’m horny for Miraak Skyrim. Send post.

wip wednesday

y'all it's ACTUALLY wednesday this time‼️i've been in a job search sludge and not writing anything longform lately, so here is a blurb continuing the atmora au blurb from last week 😎 i was tagged by @hircines-hunter AND @kiir-do-faal-rahhe and i'll leave the tagging open for anyone who wants to!! (aka im tired rn and a bit lazy so no brain worky - tag me if you're inspired to post!!)

They approached only after Miraak spotted the three of them, looking surprised. So...his intentions hadn't been to display the new woman? Dukaan was sure he'd stood in their line of sight to get their attention, but was it possible he simply didn't see them? No. Miraak would never be so uncalculating.

"My brother," he greeted Vahlok warmly, with a hug and a kiss on the cheek customary of older siblings to their younger brood. It was quite comical to see someone as short as Miraak perform that little kiss on someone so obviously taller than him. "Dukaan, Zahkriisos. My father hasn't yet arrived?"

"Not to my knowledge. He may be mingling," Dukaan replied with a shrug. "Do introduce us to the beam of winter sun you keep in your umbra, brother. Let her shine a bit more in our direction." With a chuckle Vahlok gave Miraak's heavy violet robes, decorated with thick silver embroidery and small gems sewn on at random to resemble stars, a small tug, and he stepped aside. The woman looked a bit startled but took his offered hand, glancing between all three of them. She was not meek, even if she was out of place. She looked comfortable if guarded, and let Miraak introduce her, but did not let him be her voice.

Literally so glad you have a tumblr I’ve been rereading some of your fics !

SO EXCITING OMG‼️‼️‼️ THANK YOU FOR READING & REREADING I'M SO HAPPY TO HEAR YOU'RE ENJOYING STUFF 🥺

which ones have you been rereading, what do you like so far??👀👀 i'm so nosey when ppl tell me they're reading my stuff LMAO

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wip wednesday!

it is definitely still wednesday. it is not friday. tagged by my beloved @kiir-do-faal-rahhe and i'll tag @elventhief @nusaran @nuwanders @hircines-hunter and anyone who wants to do it!! ((you can wait til next wednesday if you want LMFAO))

this blurb is from a tiny oneshot in the atmora au, so enjoy long haired, 6'4" tharya😎

"Her hair is braided," Dukaan mused as the pair spun through his line of sight again.

"Is it his?"

"I think so." He recognized Miraak's handiwork because he himself had worn it once or twice. The First Mage preferred flatter strands, nothing so loose or tightly portioned as some others but something fashioned to display its natural beauty. Her braid started low, or at least it appeared to, but sheaves of hair at the back of her head were layered so minutely and so loosely it was impossible to see. And it glittered. The braid itself was a five-strand, quite impressive for a woman Dukaan and Zahkriisos had not met nor heard Miraak speak of before tonight. There were smaller braids barely the width of Dukaan's pinky interwoven as well, creating an altogether new pattern that swayed gently downwards. Small gemstones littered her hair, catching and gleaming in the light, and she wore what looked like blue snowlilies tucked into pieces of the braid. It looked like at least two hours of work.

the post-college job search is actually the most soul draining thing ever. sure there are "tons of jobs", but none of them are entry-level or recent grad friendly. the most menial admin assistant job requires a cover letter - why? i sent applications in june that i never heard back from, except ONE, which emailed me yesterday for a rejection (3 months later). the general lack of transparency. horrible pay across the board. companies will take your application and then ghost you forever and you'll never have a whiff of a chance. i don't have a car either which is literally the worst position in america since we have 0 public transportation. and i don't have a lot of money to move anywhere, though i'd like to, but companies don't want to pay to relocate you no matter how qualified you are. boomers are right, i don't want to work, because i don't want to be in a soulless job that wears on my conscious every damn day. 🙂 employed people please help before i go insane

thanks Todd, but we got it from here

my computer tried to eat this image but i will not be silenced

The rest of the thread is here.

tl;dr: Don’t monetize AO3, kids.  You won’t like what happens next.

TES Summer Fest Day 7: Companion or Fallen - Why not both?

TW: Gore

“…There was a bitter taste on Miraak‘s mask. Was it the taste of blood? . . . Nay; but perchance it was the taste of victory. They say that victory always hath a bitter taste…”

A commissioned piece of my LDB, Mansur, and Miraak. In one of her delusional yet vivid dreams, she finally was able to land a final kiss on the head of her dearest fallen enemy, before offering it as a sacrifice to her new master. Posting to @tes-summer-fest because I think it fits the theme of the day!

Art by @shku39259799 on X.

REBLOG if you have amazing, talented WRITER friends.

Because I certainly do, and I love every single one of them and their work.

in honor of like 10 people reblogging and enjoying this oldass post lately, i have great news:

I FINISHED THE WHEEL OF TIME‼️

the day before yesterday to be precise. i sat on my porch reading the last 100pgs of aMoL and wept when it was done (and then immediately wrote my review on bookworm). what a journey it was!!! like any WoT fan i have some problems with the series but overall it was such an exciting ride. it took me abt 4 years to read all 14 books bc i read them during college so of course i never had time 🗿 i would love to reread them all in much quicker succession some day! but for now i am taking a break from long series and will eventually return. 💖

GOD THE FUCKING SEANCHAN ARE BACK?

NOW IS NOT THE TIME

wip wednesday‼️

was inspired by @hircines-hunter to post something for wip wednesday😎 i'm taking a little break after finishing TWH, but this project (dubbed "the morthal minific") is super fun and i've been working on it slowly!! anyone who wants to do a wip wednesday, consider yourself tagged!

“Get back!” Tharya barked, grabbing her spear and swinging its bright tip out at the faces. They gasped as they dissolved under the golden glow, shocked and confused. Some reached out for her as if begging, but vanished as she cut through their hold. The boat rocked dangerously as she and Bhijirio tried to balance their weight out, twisting around to watch the creatures retreat back into the fog. Bhijirio whimpered as he knelt, clutching at his stomach and looking gaunt. 

“I fucking hate this place,” he wheezed, taking in shoddy breaths. Frowning, Tharya scooted a bit closer to offer her hand for him to hold. He snatched it up, squeezing her knuckles to the bone.

"It was always like this, but...it got worse after the Civil War," she said in a soft voice, dampened by the humidity on all sides. "Plenty of soldiers lost their lives in this marsh. Hundreds. It hasn't been the same since then, it's a more...more malicious place. I try to avoid it," she whispered, shivering. “The marsh is almost...living.”

every time onepiecenetflix posts on instagram i get SO excited remembering we're getting live action smoker and tashigi in s2. like literally BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS. CANNOT WAIT TO SEE MY FUCKIN MAN YALL

tesfest day 6: mirror

hello all!!! i haven't been posting these on tumblr but i really enjoyed writing this one, so i figured why not 😎 maybe i'll post the rest after tesfest is done! otherwise they are all on my ao3 :3

This time, when he walked by the tall, slender mirror in their bedroom, he actually stopped.

He avoided mirrors if he could, rarely ever checked himself prior to going anywhere or doing anything. If Tharya complimented him on their way out, then he knew he'd done fine. But he hated it, his own stupidity with these things. It was utterly trivial. In Apocrypha he had moaned and wept and prayed for a mirror to remember his face by, anything to grant him his reflection that he had forgotten. And now that he walked so freely amongst mirrors large and small, he disliked them.

But he made himself stand in front of this one. One of the great joys of his mornings was watching from bed as Tharya got ready in front of this mirror. One of his great joys in the evening was watching her undress and step into her sleeping clothes, watching her inspect herself in this mirror. She did it so easily. It was foolish of him to run from his own reflection like a scared deer. He forced his gaze to his own body, the vessel he so often felt...unnattached from. The thing he had lost sight of in Apocrypha as well, not for lack of a reflection, but for lack of its preservation. Hermaeus Mora had ravaged his skin and bones countless times, torn him, knit him together, touched him, split him, crushed him.

Yet the mirror showed his body as whole. How strange. It was...different than he thought he remembered from the Merethic Era. He'd been a bit thinner then, the muscles in his stomach more prominent. Now his midriff was cushioned by a healthy layer of fat, though he was sure if he tensed, it would all go rigid. The muscle had not vanished, just changed shape. His chest had perhaps been a bit smaller, his arms not as big. He could heard Morokei's voice in the back of his mind, a fleeting memory from his childhood, at the point where Miraak had learned that if he would never be taller than his peers, he would have to be stronger. Aelskling, you've gotten bigger! He thought those words and found himself...brightened by their presence. He was sure Morokei would say the same now - in the Merethic Era he had been strong, but less hulking, less dense.

His legs had never been so thick either, but as he examined them they were nicely proportionate to the rest of him. Faint stretch marks decorated his inner thighs. Softer at rest, a good cushion for the woman who so often occupied his lap. And...quite long. Had they always been like that? He supposed it made sense because of his height. Atmorans were a long-limbed people. Still, he peered at them in the mirror, dressed in only his smallclothes and with tight concentration behind his eyes. Both Tharya and Bhijirio had remarked before that he looked taller the less clothes he wore. He didn't know how that happened, but it seemed a fair statement. Here, now, the optical illusion of wearing less did seem to make him...a bit bigger than he thought he was.

Hesitantly he lifted one arm, curled it, and watched his bicep contract, bulging against his forearm before he stretched the arm out. Thick veins decorated the hinge of his shoulder and shot down into his arm. Veins that carried real blood, not the sludge of Apocrypha. Strange. He put the arm down to twist it, examining his tricep and elbow in the mirror. All strangely mundane parts of the body, yet he couldn't help as if he'd never seen them before. Holding his arm like this made it press into his chest, creasing his pectorals together and disfiguring the long scar slashing over them. Warily he held his chest in both hands, trying to emulate the sensation of the way Tharya did it. No, that was ridiculous. He didn't need to grope himself just for- for research.

But that scar...as he traced it, the open-mouthed concentration in his face settled into grim deliberation. That scar had almost torn his heart out. Almost ruptured his lungs and ripped through his ribs. He was lucky his healers had grabbed him when they did, otherwise he would have surely lost his life to Paarthurnax that day. The old worm had left him to bleed out in the lush foothill they fought upon. Perhaps he had known it was the crux of his Thu'um, its home nestled to his heart between his ribs. Perhaps he had merely been living up to his name.

Silently he let his hand slip up to the base of his neck, but immediately it felt itchy just sitting there. He didn't like things around his throat. He wore his necklaces loose and low because of it. He let Tharya touch his neck, but she never held it in the way he did hers. A pang of guilt slithered into his gut at that. That didn't seem fair.

He stepped a bit closer to the mirror and bent down to examine his face closely in the reflective silver. It was difficult, but he felt he must. Carefully he took in his eyes and nose, his undefined cheekbones. The neat edge of his beard. Absently he ran his fingers through it - soft, trimmed, and oiled. Little things. He thanked the gods he'd been blessed with the ability to grow one so fully. Vahlok always used to have a little stubborn patch below his chin that refused to grow. The memory made him smile however faintly, chuckling to himself, but he zeroed in as quickly as possible to catch the expression before it faded. Gods. What a dreary sight. He remembered smiling with his teeth once upon a time, laughing freely. Did he always look so...bland? Poor Tharya.

He ran a hand through his dark hair, ruffling it a bit to let it fall looser. He didn't have Althëa's curls, but his hair had little waves in its inner layers that sometimes curled if he let it grow long enough. It, like his beard, was one of the very few things about his appearance he truly cared about. More for habit than any real love of his own visage. Humming curiously, he decided to comb his hair back with his fingers, pushing away the little pieces that usually framed his forehead. He wanted to know why Tharya always said he looked so different with his hair swept back.

The change was small, but very noticeable. Even removing those few strands seemed to...open his features more. He realized she was absolutely right - it did look good. As he straightened out and examined himself in the mirror again, he hardly recognized his own face. It all seemed to flow differently.

His concentration was broken by the door coming open, but, in a brief panic, his feet remained rooted to the spot. Gods, he would look like an idiot standing here. No one did such foolish things unless they were daft in the head. He found himself warming with - what was that? Shame? The guilt of being caught? - as Tharya stepped in, still dressed from the day.

"Hi, beautiful," she said easily, smiling at him. Heat creeped into his neck. Gods, how many thousands of years since he'd blushed? He almost wanted to laugh at himself. Almost. "What are you up to?"

"Nothing," he said quickly. "I am...I had a bath."

"That's exactly what I'm about to do," she snickered, joining him to put her hands on his hips. She squeezed him lovingly, and he noticed for the first time how that little extra bit of fat that he hadn't had before pooled into her palms so perfectly. "You look spooked." Her hands traversed his body so easily, drawing up his arms, rounding his shoulders and settling on his chest. He had admitted to her before she seemed to know his body better than he did, and it was true. She knew the strongest parts of him, and she knew the softest. She knew where to touch him to make him crumble into her palms and where exactly to touch him to inflate him, to make him stand straight. She knew how to hug him to make him feel the thousands of eyes on his back retreat. She knew how to stroke his hair and trace his face to tease him into sleeping. She knew the places on his body that had never healed completely in Tel Mithryn, and she knew which scars he still felt the most, and which she could kiss. "Everything okay?"

He blinked at her and then merely nodded, feeling dazed at how many things she knew of him, how he could so easily list them. He liked to think he returned it, but she had a certain intimate knowledge of his body that he simply could not have with hers. She had been the one to take care of him for so long, after all. It only made sense. He glanced in the mirror again - if she knew him so well, then there was only one question his curiosity begged to ask.

Wordlessly he held her hips and turned her around, watching her peer at him in the mirror.

"Tell me what you see," he whispered. "Please."

DID IT LET'S GOOO!!!! im excited for this week of sick prompts‼️ @tes-summer-fest

i PROMISE i am here for tesfest but i literally forgot it started yesterday!!! will be writing/posting day 1 soon :3

i PROMISE i am here for tesfest but i literally forgot it started yesterday!!! will be writing/posting day 1 soon :3

PLEASE I LOVE YOU @kiir-do-faal-rahhe-art IS FUCKING SENDING MEEEEE😭😭😭😭 HIS FACE IN THE LEFT PANELS IS MY NEW HYPERFIXATION😩 HES SO GORGEOUS EVEN WHEN HE LOOKS LIKE A POSSESSED BABY BIRD

i’m in fucking tears over how miraak looks in the first image