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thana-topsy · 10 months

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NPC Sketch requests from discord!

Aicantar, Talvas, Isran, Savos, and…. A far too sexy Athis.

#skyrim #skyrim fanart #skyrim npcs #Aicantar #talvas fathryon #isran #savos aren #athis #topsy draws

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elderscrollsconceptart · 10 days

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#the elder scrolls #tes #skyrim #the companions #skjor #vilkas #farkas #kodlack #aela #athis #njada #ria #torvar

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changelingsandothernonsense · 10 months

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I did it! I got out the brain worm! Or a fun thing inspired by @mareenavee From Hell Prompt

Because I adore that piece and totally ship this !!!

#my art #my lineart #teldryn sero #athis #dunmer #for fun #tes #tesblr

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mazurga · 1 month

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Athis vs Njada Stone-arm

#skyrim #gif #elder scrolls #ifttt #companions #dark elf #dunmer #athis #nord #njada stone-arm #jorrvaskr

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nerevar-quote-and-star · 8 months

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The Companions in the training yard, doing team exercises:

Artanis: Are you upset you don’t get to be on the same team as Vilkas?

Farkas: Have you ever played a game with Vilkas?

Artanis: No . . .

Farkas: Have you ever been trapped in a cage with a cave bear?

Meanwhile, on the other side of the yard:

Vilkas, chasing Torvar and Athis: I SAID FASTER! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE WORD “FASTER” MEANS? IT MEANS MORE FAST!

#farkas #vilkas #oc: artanis felagund #athis #torvar #companions of jorrvaskr #whiterun #murder wife and wolf husband #nerevar queue and star #incorrect quotes #incorrect elder scrolls #incorrect skyrim quotes #tes #the elder scrolls #skyrim #the elder scrolls v: skyrim #source: tumblr

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mareenavee · 6 months

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It's WIP Whenever Time Again!

Hi. So Wednesday arrived ridiculously fast, didn't it?

I've been tagged for this by the amazing @saltymaplesyrup, @oblivions-dawn and @thequeenofthewinter! Thanks for reminding me what day it was, I was completely unaware LOL

Tagging the fantastic @paraparadigm, @thana-topsy, @changelingsandothernonsense, @snippetsrus, @wildhexe, @elfinismsarts, @nuwanders, @miraakulous-cloud-district, @throughtrialbyfire, @expended-sleeper, @kookaburra1701, @archangelsunited, @dirty-bosmer, @viss-and-pinegar, @ladytanithia, @polypolymorph, @gilgamish, @tallmatcha, @rainpebble3, @late-nite-scholar, @greyborn2 and YOU -- yes, I know I haven't caught all of you in my tags, but I do wanna hear from you, so feel free to tag me back!

I have been BUSY lately with tons of prompts and some ask answers in prose and so I have a smattering of WIP fragments from different projects. SOME are gonna be sequel and/or spoiler territory for World. I'll mark them! Below the cut! THERE IS A LOT. 845 words or so, total.

1) In the Woods Somewhere - a ghost story told about an alternate version of Valenwood where the Wild Hunt went horribly wrong. 145 words.

They tower over all around them, monsters ever shifting from creature to terror and back again, mindless in their fury. All antler, exposed bone, sharp fangs and strips of rotting flesh held together with vines and thorns. If the pallid light of the bioluminescent fungi hits their talons just right, it might look like ebony daggers. But these? They are far sharper, designed to rend flesh from bone—to leave you as nothing but fertilizer for the soil in which new, gnarled trees might grow. There is no care—only malice, forms twisted by violence and starvation. In the darkness, all you can see is the red of their eyes which never leave you as you wander. They stalk through the night as if all living things are prey—as if all that remain in their realm have been deemed the enemy.

And they do not hunt alone.

2) By The Break of Dawn - A collab with @thequeenofthewinter and, for the art side of things, @thana-topsy (: Spooky, Doomed World sort of chaos. 182 words.

[Lydia] struck in the opening Uldwin had given her. She threw all of her fury behind the one movement she’d have time for. That which gave her the strength to drive her sword through his spine was not Aedric in origin, but she would take it, if it meant ending Uldwin’s suffering. She could almost hear Meridia cackle as the holy fire erupted from Dawnbreaker, enveloping his corpse. The stench of dry, burning flesh seared her nostrils and made her eyes water worse. Tears trailed through the ashes and dirt on her face as that which once had been Uldwin collapsed onto the floor at her feet. She withdrew Dawnbreaker with a sickening crunch which turned her stomach. The icy light where his eyes should have been blinked out. It was just as it had always been when fighting draugr.

Uldwin had been more than a draugr, though. He was her brother, in all ways that mattered. Neloth had taken him from her, and now it was time to pay for his crimes. Lydia would not let him escape her ire again.

3) And I'd Like To Say You're Never on My Mind - a fragment in Athis's POV, and is a SPOILER for World. 135 words.

“But you’d already made your choice long before.”

Amazing how easy it was to weaponize words. These, too, cut him as he spoke. He watched as she struggled and failed to hold back more tears. She could have just said instead of leaving him alone in what had once been their home to pace nervously, imagining the million ways she could’ve died. He felt hollow, but resisted once again the urge to wrap her in his arms. She didn’t need another chance. He’d given too many, and lost too much of himself in the process.

Nyenna did, at least, have the courtesy to nod. She swallowed hard. “I’m so sorry, Athis. I didn’t mean—”

“—you did. You did mean it. Because you always had a choice. And each time you chose anyone else but me.”

4) Untitled Sequel - Teldryn's POV observing his daughter, Eris Sero, after being away from her for three years. Spoilers for World and the Sequel itself. 183 words.

“Ata!” she said with her usual bright smile. Her voice was slightly deeper than the last time he’d seen her, with more of a Winterhold brogue than he’d ever get used to. She regarded him briefly with her one good eye, its vermilion color brought out by the wine red of her mage's robes, then turned her dark eye to him. The grin faltered for a second, and then she reasserted it, shaking her head as if to dislodge a thought. Unnerving, whenever that happened. She dropped her bag there by the railing and rushed to him.

“Hla’sil,” he sighed, and enveloped her in his arms. She’d braided back her white hair, but, just like her mother’s, curls always escaped. He flattened out the shock of black strands that tended to fall into her face and kissed the top of her head. She’d only just turned twenty eight. What was that in human years? Gods, but time didn’t make any sense and passed like the flowing of a river. Ninteen, or there about. Too young for this kind of chaos. She’d always been.

5) Untitled Sequel - Eris's POV on another character, Nammu, technically not an OC. (: Spoilers, major spoilers, for this sequel. 200 words.

The Vision this time didn’t really match the ascetic monk sitting cross-legged before her now, but that didn’t matter much. She knew there was something other about him, even though he pretended to be just another Ashlander wanderer. He had magic, though, and, as Alma would say, the more of that, the better. Ata, she knew, would wholeheartedly disagree. In fact, her mere suggestion of Nammu meeting Ata back at the inn in New Balmora would likely cause problems. She just had a feeling about it, coming from the same place as the memories earlier. Weird.

Nammu stretched as he stood, leaning on a plain wooden staff. Unenchanted. Uncle Neloth would have tutted, calling it a wasted resource, but he was not here now. Nothing on Nammu was actually enchanted at all, come to think of it. Not the plain brown cloak, or the simple linen clothes, nor the dust covered boots. Not even the two lacquered wooden amulets he wore around his neck, one each with the Daedric symbols Ayem and Seht burned into them respectively. Maybe he meant to enchant them eventually. They looked more like mementos, to be perfectly honest, but she was not about to pry.

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ladytanithia · 3 months

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RULES: post the last line of whatever you're writing (fic, original, whatever you want!)

Tagged by my friend @dirty-bosmer

Tagging @gwilin-stay-winnin @skyrim-forever @thana-topsy @thequeenofthewinter

Kinda have to put the last paragraph so there's a smidge of context:

“Well, not today, of course, sadly. I have another errand to run when I leave here, and I have to prepare for the mission Farkas gave me. So, our lesson will have to be brief, I’m afraid.” She gave him a crooked, regretful smile, and he inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.

#skyrim #elder scrolls #tesblr #miranja #athis #fanfic #ao3 #tes #dunmer #tanithia writes #slutty dragonborn

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tanithias-art-blog · 9 months

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Athis 06-26-2023

#tanithia draws #skyrim #skyrim fan art #elder scrolls #tes #tesblr #digital art #red-headed Dunmer #Dunmer #Athis

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nientedenada · 10 months

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I am sending you Athis for the meme!

First impression: "We are all Ashlanders now, brother" he says if you're playing a Dunmer. It was actually a very emotional moment for me. I'd put off playing Skyrim for two years just because I hated learning about the Red Year and what had happened to my beloved Morrowind.

Impression now: On the one hand, he's acerbic and rude, but he's also completely sincere in the lifestyle he's taken up. He'll talk with sincerity about honour and Skyrim and the Companions' ideals while also taking the mickey out of them a bit.

Favorite moment - Even an elf can be born with the heart of a Nord," Skjor said when I joined. I think he meant it as a compliment."

Idea for a story - Athis and the others find out the truth about the Circle. See next item.

Unpopular opinion - I love them but The members of the Circle are incredibly selfish and have fucked up the Companions, creating this secret tier system of werewolf and non-werewolf. I think this is a separate issue from the ones grappled with in game: the morality of being a werewolf and the ultimate destiny of werewolves. Athis and his fellows are being duped. Athis has this conversation with Torvar

Torvar: "One day, when you and I are on the Circle, we can change the way things are run around here." Athis: "I don't think that's how the Circle works." Torvar: "They're lording it over us all the time, though." Athis: "Young warriors are smart to listen to older ones. They've lived."

Imagine him learning that the Circle isn't for honoured older warriors who have embodied the Companions' greatest virtues. It's a club you can't enter without being a werewolf. I think there's potential for real anger from the rank and file.

Favorite relationship - Torvar as seen above

Favorite headcanon - He complains about the "atmosphere" in Eastmarch. I always took that as a sly remark on Ulfric and co. rather than just a remark about ash "I avoid going to Eastmarch if I can. Something in the air... I think it's just too close to the border." So I think of him as having lived in Windhelm once.

#athis #tesblr

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found-family-tournament · 1 year

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Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 23 Group 114

Propaganda and further pictures under the cut

The Companions: Kodlak Whitemane, Skjor, Farkas, Vilkas, Aela the Huntress, Njada Stonearm, Ria, Athis, Torvar, Vignar Gray-Mane (& Brill, Eorlund Gray-Mane, Tilma the Haggard)

Iruma's Adopted Family: Suzuki Iruma, Opera, Sullivan

Submissions are still open!

The Companions:

The Companions are a guild of warriors stationed in Whiterun, one of Skyrim’s capital cities. Members of the Companions refer to each other as Shield-Siblings (“Shield-Brother/“Shield-Sister”). Although they claim not to recognize an official leader, Kodlak acts as the guild’s chief advisor and is viewed as a sort of father figure. The guild’s senior members (Kodlak, Skjor, Farkas, Vilkas, Aela) comprise a sub-faction called The Circle and secretly possess the ability to transform into werewolves.

Iruma's Adopted Family:

Iruma's parents sell him to a demon and instead of eating him that demon becomes his doting grandfather and buys him literally everything he could possibly want or need. Opera is his nonbinary catbutler and they are also super protective of Iruma they are all family they love each other Iruma loves them very much and appreciates them for removing him from his abusive parenrs

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thana-topsy · 10 months

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Teldryn/Athis 46 out of envy or jealousy

As it turns out, I managed to outsource this prompt fill, courtesy of @mareenavee

Go read and enjoy a bit of heartbreak!

#topsy's asks #friends writing #friends fics #skyrim #skyrim fanfic #elder scrolls #teldryn sero #athis

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shadowtigers · 3 days

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#skyrim #the elder scrolls #video games #male #mod #skyrim mods #athis

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spacegay-archetype · 2 months

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It’s just me, my lizard husband Derkeethus, and our nine children; Sond, Botter, Britte, Sissel, Khash, Ram-Ku, Chases-Starlight, Ma’isha, and Rufus against the world

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snowy-weather · 1 year

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Not sure what he was expecting.....

#The Elder Scrolls #athis #Dunmer #altmer #Skyrim #snowy's art

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nerevar-quote-and-star · 11 months

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Aela the Huntress, to Njada Stonearm, after Njada beats Athis in another wrestling match: You are stronger than me. I would have given him rabies.

Njada Stonearm: What.

Vilkas: *looks off into the middle distance in disappointment*

#aela the huntress #njada stonearm #vilkas #athis #companions of jorrvaskr #whiterun #werewolves #nerevar queue and star #incorrect quotes #incorrect elder scrolls #incorrect skyrim quotes #tes #the elder scrolls #skyrim #the elder scrolls v: skyrim #source: tumblr

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mareenavee · 7 months

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WIP Whenever~

Oh Hello it's ON TIME AGAIN!?

Hey. Anyway time tag ya'll! Are we writing like the wind this week? @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @thequeenofthewinter, @thana-topsy, @kookaburra1701, @oblivions-dawn, @throughtrialbyfire, @polypolymorph, @archangelsunited, @miraakulous-cloud-district, @dirty-bosmer, @gilgamish, @elfinismsarts, @saltymaplesyrup, @inquisition-dragonborn, @snippetsrus, @expended-sleeper, @wildhexe, @rainpebble3, @nuwanders, @sylvienerevarine, @demonablack83, @viss-and-pinegar, @late-nite-scholar, @greyborn2, @skyrim-forever, @rhiannon1199 and YOU yes you if I've forgotten your tag, it's actually HERE, you just can't see it. Tag me back :> Do the thing. Write the words!

So for this week, we have finished the Raven Rock arc and moved on to chapter 31 (of The World on Our Shoulders) and our favorite bean is back getting into a Situation~

More fresh-from-the-braincells content below the cut! Some overlap with Arc things, but some new words, too :>

6th of Sun’s Dawn 4E 202

Athis dodged out of the way as a glass greatsword came crashing down from out of the darkness. He jumped forward and stabbed into the weak spot between plates of glass armor. The Thalmor shrieked and pulled a Heal spell into his hands, greatsword clattering to the ground. Both sounds echoed down the stone passageways. In the distance, Avulstein was shouting something incomprehensible, answered by the shrill death throes of yet another Altmer. He had to move. There was no time to faff around with theatrics. The rest of these n’waah would be converging on them like draugr any second from now.

With a sickening crunch, Athis withdrew his sword. The Thalmor scrambled to press the magic into the wound, to no avail. Blood bubbled up out of his mouth as the light left his eyes, guts pooling inside his armor. Athis frowned and flicked the blood off of his sword as the man slumped forward into the mess of his own viscera. A terrible, inhuman howl answered Thalmor screams, which sent a shiver down his spine. Such was the way it had to be, apparently. So much for sneaking.

If Thorald was still alive, he’d be in the dungeons. That would be below ground, the best Athis could wager. Northwatch keep seemed to spiral in a purposefully confusing pattern, not unlike a Nordic tomb, built backwards and lopsided, prone to collapse. He wondered if that was on purpose, perhaps to keep the doomed from ever finding a way out again. With a quick glance around at the cells, it seemed that was the case here, at least. So many corpses, shattered limbs dangling at odd angles, stored in cells. For what, he didn’t want to know. The Thalmor liked to look proper on the outside, but all he’d ever known of them was darkness.

They’d driven his wife away, after all. Even if that wasn’t the full truth, it was enough for him to focus his fury at them. He’d said it before. He’d strangle the life out of every single one of these bastards with his bare hands if it meant making Skyrim safe for her again. He glanced up at the ceiling once the flash of anger passed, the sound of dragon wings still haunting his waking thoughts. As safe as it could ever be, anyway.

He adjusted his cloak, annoyed at the stains blooming over the fabric. He checked his armor — none of the blood was his, thankfully. He was too fast for them on their best days. He tightened his grip on the Skyforged sword, knit his brow and marched on. The roars and and shrieks above him hinted at exactly the kind of fate these Thalmor had brought down upon themselves when they decided to take Thorald.

Athis would have preferred to get in here and get out without drawing so much attention to themselves, or without bringing the ire of the entire faction onto their shoulders before Thorald was safe. The fights could have come later when they were more prepared and not as outnumbered. But Farkas, being who he was, had shifted with the Moons and the low-burning rage he’d been holding inside for weeks. Aela and Fralia had told him to wait before trying to figure out exactly what had happened — in the end, it was more Civil War stupidity.

The increase in Thalmor activity lately had troubled Athis incessantly. He thought about how odd their encounter on the road home had been before Nyenna had run off. Jarl Balgruuf did his best to keep the roads of Whiterun Hold clear of them, but they crawled now like insects, swarming where they shouldn’t. All this after Tullius had made a point of encroaching on some fort or another. Athis hadn’t paid that much attention. After that, the chaos had started to get more and more uncanny, like inroads were being paved for these bastards.

#MareenaWrites #WIP Whenever #WIP Wednesday #The World on Our Shoulders #Dragonborn and Far-Star Marked #Athis #LDB/Athis #Farkas #Avulstein #Thorald #Skyrim #Skyrim fic #tes #tesblr #elder scrolls #fanficblr #writeblr #writblr #Nyenna

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