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*@elfcyclopedia is my second account lol I posted it on the wrong one lol
Still tagging @thana-topsy, @greyborn2 and @katastronoot :3
Fic Lines! Tag Game~
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Thanks @thana-topsy by tagging me :3 And therefore recognizing me as a fellow writer even though I still haven't posted anything online. Yet.
The fragments are from two fanfics I'm working on, both telling the story of Ildari Sarothril from her perspecive. They are namely:
"She Looks so Beautiful in Her Grave: A Prelude" and "Ashes Feed My Revenge"
As I said, I haven't posted them yet. But if you get interested feel free to dm me, I'll gladly share my work so far with you :3
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Ok, so here we go:
A line from your fic that makes you sad
He looked around the graveyard once again. The dawn greeted him with shy, pinkish rays dispersed in the morning mist. Lighting the sea, the grave… The beautiful and deadly nightshades painted ornate, slender shadows on the ash. The dawn, the time of the Mother of Roses. Silver tears filled his eyes. Oh what a lowly mortal he is, in the face of death, in the face of the Gods. He leapt down on his knees, facing the rising sun, and prayed, prayed ardently being sorry for Azura, Boetiah and Mephala for what he’s about to do. But he couldn’t help it, he couldn’t help it!
(from "She Looks so Beautiful in Her Grave: A Prelude")
A line from your fic that makes you want to punch a character
Master fucking Neloth. Ulves’ face was hued red with anger. It was him who killed her. He coaxed Ildari into performing some unfortunate experiment on her. Two days ago Ulves floated up into the main tower to bring his master food when he casually informed him to dig a fresh grave. His blood boiled from the sole thought of it. He wished to kill him with his whole heart. But he felt so powerless. The old sly wizard would fry him down to a crisp before he could even unsheathe his axe. The only option would be poisoning his meal… but it was very probable that this ash-sucker would survive somehow. And that would mean the end of Ulves’ life. And even if his master, what would that change? There was nothing that Ulves wanted to do after that.
(from "She Looks so Beautiful in Her Grave: A Prelude")
A line from your fic you want to talk about more
Imagine silence. But in its foulest form. The silence that is only found in places of death, sending shivers down the spines of the living. The stillness of a burnt-down village. The void that fills the space after a man has uttered their last words. Somewhere, all among that silence a faint sound could be heard. Ildari’s heart started beating.
(from "Ashes Feed My Revenge")
A line from your fic you're proud of
And there she was outside, barely treading, yet irate enough to kick the ash left and right with a sour grimace. The grim landscape stretched before her - all was only ash and burned-down trees, with suggestions of the shoreline and the mountains of the other side. But they were distant, covered by the thick clouds of wind-swept ash. […] As much as she hated the musty air in the tower, outside it wasn’t much better. Even though the wind was merely a breeze, she already choked a few times on the ash that got inside of her windpipe.
(from "Ashes Feed My Revenge")
A line from your fic that's full of symbolism
Her mind was failing her, it was like a barren soil that couldn’t hold onto any seeds of thought, and certainly not let them develop. After a whole eternity of torment, she couldn’t help but close her eyes.
(from "Ashes Feed My Revenge")
A line from your fic that makes you laugh
“Knock, knock! Can I come in?” chirped Niyya right outside the door of her room. That was weird. She was getting suspiciously friendly so quickly. Well, so far it was harmless. She’s probably one of those people that take all of their life’s pleasures in serving the others and have the reputation of a saint in the society - unless you are the one they are actually helping - then they become really annoying.
(from "Ashes Feed My Revenge")
A line from your fic you think could have been better
“Is everything all right?” How dare she ask such a question? Of course it wasn’t! Just look at her.
(from "Ashes Feed My Revenge")
A line from your fic that contains an Easter egg
[I don't feel like I've ever written one, sorry ): ]
A line from your fic that's shocking WARNING: suicidal ideation
She put the book down and covered her face with hands. It only takes so much to strip a man off the will to live. What if the voices are never going to subside? And the pain? She can’t live like that! What will she do? Will there be anything to live for? She imagined herself, lifeless, half-buried in ash, like this poor young Bosmer necromancer not unlike her, rotting away - only to be found by a flabbergasted traveller that wouldn’t even have the guts to give the final rites. No voices would be heard then. No pain would trouble her. Not a single tormenting thought would ever cross her mind. Tempting. She heard footsteps coming.
(from "Ashes Feed My Revenge")
A line from your fic that makes you go 'aww'
“Um… Ildari” Niyya hesitated. ”I think you are… pretty.” The Redguard’s face turned dark red. Now Ildari understood why Niyya was so suspiciously friendly. But, she was a girl - a mere miner for damn’s sake. And there she was, making goo-goo eyes at her. Ildari wanted to puke.
(from "Ashes Feed My Revenge")
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I don't know much fellow writers (yet) but I feel like @katastronoot and @greyborn2 might come up with something interesting :3
Skyrim Crack Fic Ideas
(Please credit and share a link if you use. I’d love to read your fics!)
-Sheogorath meets the Joker. Chaos ensues. (Or, for Marvel fans, he meets Loki instead.)
-A Thalmor winds up in NYC (or any modern Earth city, for that matter). His/Her magicka no longer works.
-Miraak joins a book club, finds out he enjoys women’s fiction.
-An actual librarian shows up to Apocrypha and cleans house.
-Ulfric and Tullius have to share a one-room flat.
-An archaeologist discovers a Dwemer music player. The Dwemer made some really cool mixtapes.
-Skyrim vampires really do sparkle.
-Hermaeus Mora finally takes a nap, or tries to, anyway. (He always sounds like he needs caffeine to me.)
-Rieklings discover coffee.
-Nazeem actually shows up to the Cloud District, gets kicked out.
-The Dragonborn takes an arrow to the knee.
Okay gang, this is pretty unorthodox for me but...
I have not only written, but actually posted fanfic. Granted, at this stage "fanfic" is a bit of a stretch? It's the game script rewritten. There will be more deviation later.
Without further ado:
After a prophetic dream, Jon Snow leaves his home in Solitude to go home for the first time is 7 years. He returns to Westeros with untold riches, lifelong friends and allies, a family he created for himself, and knowledge and power beyond measure. The Legendary Dragonborn sets out on a new adventure, will it be his last? Or will he be able to save the world once again? For when the night is dark and full of terrors, when Winter comes for them all, so does the Dragonborn, with fire and blood he will protect that which he loves and take what is his.
This is how I imagine Sofie, from The Dragonborn’s Song of Ice and Fire, to look. Blonde hair and blue eyes.
This is how I imagine Lucia, from The Dragonborn’s Song of Ice and Fire, to look like. Brown hair and brown eyes.
Sofie Whitewolf, daughter of Jon and Serana Whitewolf. She is studying under her adopted parents and grandmother to become a mage. She has a natural aptitude for Alteration and Conjuration magic, but excel in all areas or magic. She is a Nord, making her a natural in frost magic as well. She is also being taught to use daggers, Jon gives her the Blade of Woe her got after destroying the Dark Brotherhood. Jon also gifted her the Aetherial Crown.
Lucia Whitewolf, adopted daughter of Jon and Serana Whitewolf. She is a natural with daggers, small swords, and bows. She also shows signs of being proficient in restoration magic and shock spells. She weilds the sword Grimsever that she received from her father. She was also given a dragon dagger and bow, both with powerful fire enchantments.
Princess Serana Whitewolf, wife to the Drangonborn, Jon Whitewolf. She is highly skilled in Conjuration and Destructions spells. She weilds the Nightengale Blade.
Kodlak Whitewolf, oldest son of Jon and Serana Whitewolf. He is as powerful as his mother when it comes to magic and as skilled as his father with a blade. While he is skilled with all forms of weaponry he prefers daggers.
For his six and tenth name day his father gifts him with matching daedric daggers, enchanted with health absorption. Like his father he is gifted with both ice and fire magic. He is also highly gifted at Conjuration magic. He is also very partial to his fathers favorite staff, Wabbajack.
He will one day become the Emperor of Tamriel, and will build a dynasty that will live on for over a millennia.
Illia Libertades. She is close friends with Jon Whitewolf, often refer to as his sister 'in all but blood'. She is a highly skilled ice mage who is equally as skilled in healing magic.
Her mother was a member of an Imperial House called Libertades. Illia's mother left her family after her magical research was found to be too controversial and she was threatened to be disown if she did not stop.
Our fam arriving in Westeros in chapter 5 of A Dragonborn's Song of Ice and Fire. Arriving in style, of course.
Updated cover art for my Skyrim fanfic, “Breathing Water”!
The Neloth Post Nobody Asked For but now I'm making it everyone's problem
I guess I'll start out by saying: all of this pertains to my very specific version of Neloth who can be found alive and well (for now) in my fic series "Legends Never Die". It's a big wide fandom, I do not claim to be an authority on Anything, and I think everyone's little pocket universes and OC-ification of NPCs are all equally valid. These are just some of the ways I write and characterize him. So if you have any Neloth headcannons of your own, please sound off!
The Basics:
I estimate this old crusty bastard is in his 700s, or thereabouts, probably on the later end. He stopped counting at a certain point and can't be arsed to keep a talley. There are more important things that occupy his brainspace. He maintains his spry and youthful visage [cough] through his rigorous magical practices, (and his not-so-subtle interest in necromancy and discovering the secrets to immortality).
He was exiled decided to retire from the Telvanni Council a good fifty or sixty years before the eruption of Red Mountain, retreating to Solstheim to continue his experiments in seclusion. Due to severing his mainland ties and House loyalties, his power and influence are significantly weakened, though he continues to expand his studies and has a relatively well-functioning settlement of workers, as well as his current apprentice, Talvas Fathryon, under his tutelage.
And of course, the question on everyone's mind: do he fuck? In terms of his sexuality, he's finicky and if I had to slap a label on him, he's definitely in the realm of Aro-Ace, but on the gray side of things (pun intended???). Here, have an Ace Neloth Pride Flag because why not:
Personal Interests, Likes, and Dislikes:
The list of dislikes could probably rival the "color of the sky" post, so let's try to condense that into the main point: he dislikes inefficiency. The definition of what he finds "inefficient" can and does vary greatly, even in his own work. I would say one of his driving motivators is IncreasE Efficiency, above all else.
His likes are few and far between. As it stands, I could probably list three off-hand. He likes well-made tea (preferably dark, bitter, and stimulating), he likes an organized bookshelf, and he likes Teldryn Sero (who is also dark, bitter, and.... stimulating).
Morality:
Huh? What's that? Never heard of it.
I kid (kind of). Neloth has a complicated psychology. I characterize him to have underdeveloped empathy, but he is not entirely devoid of it. I suppose I'll let him explain it, (from chapter 5 of "Breathing Water"):
“I do…” Neloth began, [...] “I do… feel.” He twisted the stiff bedroll between his fingers. “I do.” [...] “It’s just…” He didn’t know where he was going with this, but the words were clawing their way out of him like some kind of sick, emaciated animal emerging from a cave. “I don’t think I… feel… correctly.” He exhaled sharply, letting his head roll from side to side, neck popping. “I’ve always been this way. It’s not just the result of graying morals from a prolonged life. I’ve always had this,” he gestured to his chest with trembling fingers, “hole. Like something’s missing.” He pulled the bedroll tighter around him, curling in on himself. A small laugh. “It’s been useful, if I’m honest.”
He does try, at a certain point, to understand this side of himself a little bit better. Though, honey, he's got a big storm coming.
Anyways, that's my Neloth post for now, maybe I'll add more another time. :) Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
Trying my hand at turning some of my fic scenes into comic panels. This is the beginning of chapter two of “As the Crow Flies” (which…hasn’t been posted yet as of me sharing this).
I feel like I hit my stride halfway through making this, but overall I’m actually pretty stoked! I shy away from backgrounds so often. I’m forcibly conquering my fear.
I was curious if you’d be willing to write some Skyrim Serana X Reader headcanons, where Reader is very affectionate.
Please and thank you
Sorry this took so long😭))
Serana x Affectionate!Reader Headcannons
For starters, she's hates PDA. The most she'll endure is you holding her hand. When she's in public, she would like people to only see her up front serious persona.
When you two are in the privacy of you twos bedroom, she loves to cuddle. She usually is the big spoon but also enjoys being the little spoon. Being the little spoon brings her comfort sense she has never had much her whole life.
If you ever want a hug from her in public, she'll do one of those hugs that are real quick with one arm, and she'll hope no one saw.
Her love language is words of affirmation. She'll often compliment you or applaud for something you did. For example, if you two are in a cave or a bandit camp, she'll tell you are doing well going through all the people with ease.
If you get hurt really bad, she'll give you extra affection that day. Extra kisses, extra hugs, extra cuddles, extra everything, even in public.
Also, if you are hurt, she'll heal you up with a spell and tell you did well taking a hit like that.
Overall, she's not the most affectionate unless no one is watching.