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thana-topsy · 10 months
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You are turning me into a Teldryn fan
Are you accusing me of being a Teldryn Enjoyer
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I guess I see the appeal
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venacoeurva · 1 year
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Congrats to Teldryn for beating Brynjolf in the skyrim sexyman polls going on right now by a good amount, I for one love that for him
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ritmund-jpg · 5 months
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yaay i cant sleep so decided to start a new sketchbook with that hot af badass
(wip)
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idiotsyncratic0 · 10 months
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smelldryn
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dilfsero · 1 year
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Aegis and Teldryn caught kissing (NOT clickbait)
Beautiful art done by @/lunehowls 💛💜
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samanthess · 7 months
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Astarion 🤝 Teldryn Sero
200+ year old elves with red eyes who have sick voices and will die if they can't make a snarky comment
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orfeoarte · 11 months
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Promises are debt! Welcome to my Draw This In Your Style challenge featuring a handsome Nerevarine Teldryn.
Please please PLEASE tag me if you join the challenge, there's no deadline. Use the tag #orfeoarte DTIYS for easy searching ^^
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netch-rancher · 1 year
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I commissioned a hot spring Teldryn from @doubleleaf ♨️
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hombrediablo · 9 months
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“Teldryn what do you even see in Aegis” silly
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ariquar · 11 months
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What would they get caught for?
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rels-tenim · 18 days
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It's Teldryn's turn on the slide!
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mareenavee · 8 months
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WIP Whenever~!
Oh hey it's actually Wednesday already! I have been tagged by a great deal of amazing people! Let's see -- @kookaburra1701, @ladytanithia, and @skyrim-forever! I'm tagging the similarly fantastic: @paraparadigm, @polypolymorph, @changelingsandothernonsense, @thana-topsy, @thequeenofthewinter, @dirty-bosmer, @wildhexe, @expended-sleeper, @throughtrialbyfire, @elfinismsarts, @rainpebble3, @saltymaplesyrup, @gilgamish, @tallmatcha, @archangelsunited, @snippetsrus, @miraakulous-cloud-district, @nuwanders and YOU. Yes you. Please absolutely consider yourself tagged and tag me back if you post! Here's a snip of chapter 30 of The World on Our Shoulders. Some of you may have seen versions of this before :> More soggy emotions, because, of course. OF COURSE.
Teldryn buried his face in his hands and Geldis squeezed his shoulder. He let the silence wash over him — not that it was actually silent. The crowd left him anonymous, another sad fool alone at a bar, which, to be honest, was for the best.
“She doesn’t want me here, either. She wants to go home, back to just…everything she had before. Even after what we’ve survived. Even after realizing what we are,” Teldryn said. He picked at the sweetroll again, crumbling it onto the plate. “She doesn’t owe me anything, of course. I was the s’wit who thought for half a second the feeling was mutual. And clearly, I was wrong.”
“Did you ask?” Geldis asked. Teldryn glared at his friend.
“Oh, I don’t know, Geldis. Did I ask my married friend if she lo — ” He paused and cleared his throat. “No, I didn’t ask her.” He sighed heavily again and crossed his arms over his chest, mind filled with the iciness of the distance she’d put between them, even after everything. A whole northern sea, dark waves to drag him under and everything. He’d added to it, too, not innocent at all in the endeavor. He shivered. “I didn’t have to.”
“You’re an idiot, Teldryn Sero, that’s what you are,” Geldis said evenly and put up a hand to prevent him from protesting this. “You’re gonna carry this around until it tears you apart instead of resolving it — just like a hundred other issues I’ve seen you struggle through. And you know what? It is, in the end, up to you to make the changes instead of cozying up in the corner over there deep in your cups, becoming another mess I’ve got to clean up.” He leaned in and shook Teldryn’s shoulder. “Even if it’s a no, it doesn’t mean this is the end of the world. But clear the air, for Gods’ sakes. And let her go if that’s what she wants. Plenty of fish in the sea, no matter what you believe about fate and other nonsense.”
Fate and other nonsense indeed.
He didn’t say anything at first. Geldis understood part of this, in his way, but not the entire story. Not the echo. Not the gravity of the situation Nyenna was about to face. Teldryn had lost someone he’d loved before due to the trappings — or failings — of heroism, watching across a vast expanse of sand as the earth quaked under his feet, leagues away from the damage. The Red Year, not long after he’d chosen to leave everything behind. A whole life he’d refused, a whole person he could have been instead of…this. He was no stranger to wrong choices and the urge to simply…run away. To put it all behind you and keep going. From an ultimatum or a destiny, it didn’t matter — the cause was the same. Guilt, fear, grief, and a deep unshakable conviction that you are simply not good enough. And have never been.
Sometimes she visited him in his nightmares, the one he’d left for the job in Elsweyr. She was still so clear in his head, almost two hundred years later, like he had only just turned from her offer of peace. When the horrors faded and left room for regret, he felt the memory of her hands held tight in his like the ghost of a missing limb. Every so often, he swore he could still smell the light scent of her coda flower perfume, her own recipe mixed with sweetbarrel blossoms and the spice of juniper. There was never a time back then when his mind hadn’t been occupied with feeling stuck, so why did she still torture him like this? It was as if she served as a haunting reminder of what could happen the second he let himself be seen. It would all be gone from him in a flash, and then what?
He did not deserve peace. Not then, not now. Part of him was still convinced all of this chaos with Nyenna was just another extraction of debt due to one God or the next for that specific misstep. Sometimes he could go years without remembering. Years soaked in Sujamma, true, but years nevertheless. But then, times like these? Given the chance to start over, it seemed he never quite could. Or perhaps he was never quite worthy. He both wanted to walk away and couldn’t.
Geldis was right in a way. Maybe if he cleared the air, then he could go and prevent another disaster. Or try. And then it could be the same as it’d always been. Square one. And Nyenna would fade from his memory, same as the rest, eventually, no matter how long it took. He had eternity, anyway. It would be better this way. Hurt less, if he was lucky, if he could find the words to begin with.
Sure. You keep telling yourself that, you s’wit.
He wanted another Sujamma, but he knew it would do him no good. He took the sweetroll that he hadn’t crumbled to nothing and bit into it like an apple. There were things to do to prepare for the trip to Skyrim. Geldis would have to accept the subject change. He wasn’t going to bring up things that had been done with long before Geldis was even born.
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azrithart · 1 year
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After 8-9 years, I finally finished playing through Skyrim. Teldryn Sero and Serana are top tier companions ✨🗡
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🚫 Not for AI 🚫
Thanks!
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Training
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thequeenofthewinter · 9 months
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Allergies
I recently realized that I had this sitting around in my Scrivener documents and hadn't published it anywhere, so I have to share snarky Dunmer with everyone. I wrote this a few months ago for @sneaksandsweets with her OC Dreki. (In her universe, Neloth and Teldryn are Dreki's dads.)
Enjoy some shenanigans.
They had been over this several times before. Dreki’s medicine was supposed to be in reach at all times no matter what.
Who would have thought that someone so handsome could also be so horridly dull?
Neloth sighs as his slippers clack in short staccato notes across the hardened wooden floors of his home. Brilliant in construction—as with everything House Telvanni—, the strange mushroom abode thrives in the middle of the ashen wasteland he finds himself in. Everything down to the last detail has been tested over and over again meticulously to make sure it works perfectly—except apparently for his husband.
“Teldryn,” he raises his voice, but only slightly, with irritation as he holds a crying Dreki in his arms.
Slowly but steadily, her body has been filling with many angry, raised welts from some unidentifiable allergen. While this has happened before with a number of other substances—nuts being the most notable—the rate at which this new reaction is snaking up their adoptive daughter’s flesh is alarming. This coupled with manner in which she is wheezing—as if her lungs were straining to draw in breath—has Neloth almost in a panic.
Where is Teldryn?
His state of less than calm causes Neloth to quicken his pace, the time between the clacking of his slippers reduced to next to nothing as he enters the kitchen.
“What in Oblivion are you doing? Standing around with your—hair?” Neloth vaguely gestures to his husband in frustration. “Are you good for nothing else, or are you just a pretty face with good swordsmanship.”
Teldryn does not miss a beat. Having become accustomed to Neloth’s infamous tantrums and sharp tongue, he knows exactly how to respond, even if he is currently panicked himself. “Of which you seemed to have enjoyed immensely last night.”
While an excellent quip under any other circumstances, it does not even earn a derisive sniff from the Telvanni wizard. “You were supposed to be in charge of Dreki’s medications! Look at her! If she continues like this, she soon will not be able to breathe.”
“I am well aware of this, dear husband. However, it seems that there is no more. Instead of pointing fingers and blaming me, how about you use that brain of yours for something productive, hm?” Teldryn straightens his back as he levels his husband an unamused look. “I am doing all I can, but unfortunately I am not a master wizard unlike someone else in this room.”
“You aren’t?” Neloth feigns shock. “Ah, yes but if Dreki needs a sword, you’ll be the first one to come running, yeah? Fat load of good that will do her right now as—”
Suddenly, Dreki starts a worrying fit of coughs, effectively quieting both of the bickering Dunmer.
“You had better get started, Neloth.”
Point taken, the wizard reluctantly places an uncomfortable and squirming Dreki into Teldryn arms. “I see I have to be the one to do everything around here as per usual. While I am a master in many schools of magic, my pursuits do not typically fall into Restoration or Alchemy; however, I am sure I can turn up something.” He sniffs and turns to walk back towards his laboratory.
Once he is gone, Teldryn begins to bounce Dreki on his hip as he tries to comfort her as much as he can.
“Your dad really is something else, isn’t he?” He mutters under his breath. While he doesn’t really expect an answer from Dreki, it does elicit a small smile from her.
“I heard that.” Neloth calls out from somewhere deep in their home.
“Stop worrying about me and start with the magic, master wizard.”
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dilfsero · 1 year
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Teldryn and Aegis enjoying some time together in the Retching Netch 🫶 by @artist-rat !!
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