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Baela: You're in love with Mercer.
Faelon: Ha-! Me? In love with Mercer Frey? No way. He's such a bastard. If he wasn't the only person who truly understands me and doesn't try to change who I am and shares my ideals and doesn't push my boundaries or question me about my past and makes me truly comfortable enough to be myself and not live a lie I'd kill him.
Baela: Yeah. Sure.
Faelon: The sex is also great.
Baela: sigh
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THE GUYS ARE BACK
my fave rivals to partners in crime to lovers bfs <3
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I can imagine Faelon forcibly giving Mercer an ear piercing on the earlobe that he didn't bite off.
Considering most of Fae's own piercings came from shoving an object in his ear and (poorly) using restoration magic/healing potions to heal it, you could imagine about how pleasant that would go. Maybe I'll have to write it into one of their fics.
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Faelon and Mercer's relationship is just a constant cycle of arguing and "oooh you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid" round and round again
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⭐️more pleas⭐️
You'll regret this, but who am I to deny the people what they ask for ? Hehehe
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So I believe I left off on the relationship between Faelon and Mercer. Their ao3 series can be read here. (Currently a work in progress.)
So, first off. Their initial opinions of each other are funny - Mercer thinks Faelon is captivating, has a ton of potential, and is a cut above most people but typical as he is, he has to be an asshole and pretend he hates him because he's a threat to his own ambitions. Mercer wants to get rid of Faelon so that he doesn't potentially foil his plans. Faelon, on the other hand, hates Mercer for the way he treats him and thinks he's lower than dirt. He wants to remove him and take his place completely.
Faelon stalks Mercer for a time and learns his secrets - and Mercer lets him, thrilled to be chased, regardless of how unwise it is. He can't deny that he's drawn to Faelon, but hates himself for it. Faelon confronts him and gives him an ultimatum - he shares his secrets and riches and they work together toward fortune, or Faelon will tell the guild about his treachery and kill him for it.
They end up working together and develop an intense physical (and eventually romantic) relationship as they scheme together. The canon thieves guild storyline will be diverted quite a bit because of their team-up, and because of the way I personally write Mercer. I won't spoil everything I have in mind, but it's a wild ride regardless.
On to Veris - he's my sweet Dunmer trans man who's still trying to find his place outside of the Windhelm Grey Quarter. Abandoned on the Windhelm docks by his mother who fled Skyrim after deciding that dragging along her bastard child with her wasn't worth the effort.
Growing up as a little Dunmer orphan in Windhelm wasn't easy. The other Dunmer banded together to help raise him - namely an older woman who wanted him to escape the Grey Quarter the most.
Veris hated the injustices and the scraps that he and other dark elves were fed and started lying and stealing from people to fill the void of unhappiness he felt and 'stick it to the Nords'. This often got him in trouble. The lady who raised him was very disappointed in him for taking these actions, which confused him. If she wanted him to be better, to have nicer things, and to escape, she should have known that he would have to get his hands dirty in order to do so, right?
Being trans didn't help his situation at all. No one took him seriously because of the way he dressed and looked, and the way he had seduced so many people to get his way. When he left Windhelm, though, he was able to start hrt and meet people who actually seen him as a person/took him seriously.
One of these people is Balimund. I wrote a fic about the two of them here.
Balimund helps Veris relieve his guilty conscience and work on forgiving/bettering himself after all the suffering he endured. I haven't written much in the way of their story besides what you see here so far and what's in the fic, but eventually I'll expand more on it. I've got so many projects ongoing at once that it's a miracle I get anything done sjdhdj
Thank you for letting me ramble again <3 I'm gonna go work on my silly little stories now that I'm freshly motivated.
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You know how Mercer and all of the inner circle wear black thieves armor? Faelon gets a set after they get uh... "torn" under particular circumstances. Since he's technically up there in rank, Mercer tells Tonilia to give him sets of the armor that the rest of the circle wears. Favoritism showing through? Maybe.
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Stalker's Tango with Faelon and Mercer... mmm... brainrot
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these screenshots were so cute
#my screenshots#mercer frey#mercer frey x ldb#oc: faelon#modded skyrim#gameplay screenshots#skyrim#tes#tesblr
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happy pride from the most normal tes couple <3
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Actually, you know what? @argisthebulwark has inspired me to post a snippet of the last Mercer x Faelon wip I was working on in honor of Skyrim day
Maybe this will give me the inspo I need to continue writing
nsfw and strong language below the cut
"I want to see the vault," Faelon declared as he and Mercer brushed up against each other in the back of the Ragged Flagon. No one was around, but his partner shushed him with a hiss nonetheless.
"What?" The Breton looked up at him with gleaming grey-blue eyes, the flickering candlelight catching them just so. Pretty.
"I said," Faelon started with a grin, "I want to see the vault, Guildmaster. Do you have a problem with that?"
Mercer scoffed, glaring at the elf, his voice lowered into an agitated whisper. "Why? It's empty, anyway. I've moved everything into a safe spot, and the bits you've brought in go straight into our pockets."
Our pockets. He meant his and Faelon's own. The Bosmer traced the rim of his half-full flagon with a pointed, growing nail. Mercer watched him. Faelon knew the Breton was fond of his nails. Maybe it had been part of why he had been letting them grow and had started to file them into points. They left the most lovely scrapes and divets upon Mercer's pale skin.
"Fine. Then I want to see your horde."
"Horde?" The Guildmaster scowled at him, an arched, grey brow raised.
"Don't play coy, dear Mercer. I know you have one. You probably go in there and stroke yourself raw upon all the riches you've extorted from this guild."
The mental image was mouth-watering. Mercer wearing layers of jewelry as he laid upon a pile of gemstones and septims, his pale skin flushed pink as he took his cock in hand. Faelon felt himself start to stiffen beneath his leathers.
Mercer's cheeks pinkened as he pulled his lips back into a snarl. "You're disgusting."
"You're blushing, sweetheart," Faelon hummed as he brushed a hand over the Breton's cheek, his tone light and mocking, "I'm not hearing any denials."
"I'll bet you have a mirror that you watch yourself in. You get naked, put on the prettiest bits of jewelry and swirl around a jeweled goblet of that wine you like so much while you touch yourself," he continued, relishing the image in his mind.
Mercer hissed and shoved his shoulder, causing the Bosmer's back to connect with the nearby stone wall and to spill the ale he was holding. To Faelon's delight, the flush staining his cheeks had darkened and expanded.
"Shut your filthy fucking mouth," Mercer snapped, breathing hard. His eyes were black and lidded as he glared at Faelon.
Purely upon impulse, Faelon grabbed the Breton by his leathers and crashed their lips together. Mercer pressed into the kiss eagerly, swiping his tongue over Faelon's pierced bottom lip. He hummed in pleasure, the noise earning him a firm grip upon the loose hair at his neck.
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it’s them...
this drawing took me four months to finally finish ooooo anyway. Faelon and Mercer <3
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A little face reference for Faelon, one of my ldb ocs. He's the oc that I post about the most lately, and the one who I ship with Mercer Frey.
Under the cut, I'm gonna include some more in-depth information about him and his backstory. Feel free to read it if you'd like.
Cw for mentions of cannibalism and canon-typical violence.
Faelon's basic info:
Gender: cis male; he/him
Sexuality: bisexual with a masculine lean
Race: Bosmer
Age: he's somewhere in his 40's; exact number unknown due to memory loss
Height: around 5'5" (he will never admit this)
Love interest/who he is shipped with: Mercer Frey
Morality: Very low. He will steal, kill, or manipulate just about anyone who gets in his way if the mood takes him. He helps people almost always for his own gain and to make them more pliable to him/further his reputation - very manipulative. He sometimes spares people but it's almost always at his own whims and depending on his mood. He usually lets people live just because he thinks it's funny or he feels like it, or because it benefits him in some way.
He is a cannibal whose first remembered meal was the flesh of the wizard who had enthralled him. He later becomes the Champion of Namira.
He wears an amulet of Dibella and worships her for elevated blessings of persuasion and seduction.
Stats:
- master stealth archer
- master lockpick
- adept pickpocket
- very high speechcraft
- great alchemist (he learned by trial and error) (eating ingredients and poisoning himself several times)
- moderately decent at enchantment
- wears exclusively light armor
- terrible with melee weapons. Good at brawling, though.
- terrible at magic. Knows only enough to get by and cast apprentice restoration spells.
Backstory:
Faelon's memory of life before waking up in a wizard's cave nearby Riften is completely wiped away by thrall magic. He only finds out who he was and where he's from by meeting Inigo, who is apparently an old companion who shot him with an arrow and left him for dead 10 years ago in order to avoid splitting the reward the person who hired them was offering.
Faelon remembers nothing about who he used to be or where he is from, but he remembers basic things like how to read, write, talk, eat, kill, etc. He also retained his marksmanship skills.
When he awakens, he kills and eats the wizard who was his master and reads her journals, figuring out that he was a thrall and some tiny bits of info about the way he was forced to live. He finds her map and travels to the nearby city of Riften. By traveling to Riften and following Inigo's notes, and then talking to him, Faelon learns his own name and gleans measly information about who he may have been. Inigo also helps Faelon a lot in his early days of confusion, rage, and vulnerability.
He later learns that he has a younger sister named Baela that he raised from childhood before going missing. He doesn't remember her at all, and Inigo had neglected to mention her for fear of making things more complicated and th assumption that they would never come across her again. They reunite in the Ragged Flagon and this makes Faelon's feelings and confusion much more complicated. They eventually form a complicated and shaky bond while travelling together. (I will prob share more about this later)
He ends up joining sides with Mercer Frey and has a complicated physical (and later romantic) relationship with him as they work together to con the Thieves Guild, eliminate their enemies, and steal the Eyes of the Falmer together. (I will very likely make a post exclusively about their relationship in the future)
Personality:
Faelon holds a ton of anger about what happened to him and for being powerless for so long. He will do just about anything to come out on top of everyone else and is very arrogant and self-serving. He's a sadomasochist. He's very flirtatious and manipulative, and he loves exploring new places and collecting wealth and shiny things. He loves blood and gore. He is also very easily amused and will laugh at just about anything.
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Peak romance is foraging around together for singing plants in a huge mushroom cavern
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I like them a normal amount
#my art#mercer frey#mercer frey x ldb#oc: faelon#skyrim#skyrim oc#skyrim fanart#ship art#thieves guild#bosmer ldb#artists on tumblr#faelon and mercer <3
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Its WIP Wednesday again
I have a snippet from my newest fanfic in progress for my Faelon and Mercer Frey series.
You can read the series here (nsfw so beware)
But anyway - this takes place after Faelon does the Honningbrew Meadery job. For context, Faelon is my Dragonborn who has joined sides with Mercer Frey & is in a (strange) relationship with him. Here's a little peek at their scheming.
Snippet is SFW with lukewarm tension.
"We have business to attend to. I don't want to hear any of your trifles," Mercer snapped, motioning to his desk. He had lots of things on it. A statue of the Grey Fox stood on the edge of the desk, seemingly overlooking the valuables spread about. There were maps and papers there, and Faelon made out the deed amongst it all.
"What do you want me to do with this? It's the same evasive signature from before," the Bosmer growled, annoyed. What the hell was Mercer playing at?
"Only one person would seek to sabotage me. Karliah," the Guildmaster spat the name like it was a curse. Faelon thought to himself that Mercer underestimated the amount of people who disliked him. Even so, he was curious.
"Who is Karliah? I sense a story here," Faelon asked as propped himself against the wooden post of a nearby wall.
The look the Guildmaster threw at him was nothing short of venomous. His lined face was screwed up even more than usual, his eyes dark. "Karliah was part of the Nightingale Trinity. She was one of the best thieves I ever knew. Her and Gallus were close," he said with no small amount of contempt.
"When I killed Gallus, she fled from the scene. This made it remarkably easy for me to frame his death upon her. The little bitch has been plotting against me ever since - she's even had the nerve to send assassins after me on several occasions. And now she dares to muddle into the business of my guild. The guild that I earned from cutting away my own ends while she ran away to grieve a man who had everything handed to him quite easily, including the little wretch herself."
Oh, what bitterness! It was thrilling. Was that a hint of jealousy in his voice?
"Oh yeah? So, what, you were the little outcast of the trinity?" Faelon couldn't keep the grin off his face.
Mercer snarled at him, his grey-blue eyes flashing as he shoved the Bosmer's chest. Oh, he'd definitely hit a nerve. That was interesting.
"Gallus was the perfect leader. The perfect example of a prodigy: giving to the poor, being honest with the guild, using his silver tongue to get everything he ever wanted," Mercer spat, his hands still flush against Faelon's chest. His eyes were a maelstrom of emotions. "He couldn't have let me have one thing. Not even..." His jaw clenched as he wrenched his hands away from the Bosmer's chest. Faelon raised an eyebrow at him, and then it clicked.
Oh.
That was interesting.
"You were jealous," the Dragonborn purred, "You have a thing for this 'Karliah,' don't you?" He didn't attempt stop the chuckles that slipped out of him.
Mercer scowled and drew an ebony dagger, holding it up to Faelon's throat. The elf hummed and bared it willingly, a shower of tingles spreading through him. The Guildmaster growled, "I'm tired of you thinking everything is a joke. We could see how hard you'll laugh while choking on your own blood."
"I won't laugh at your pain again, dear Mercer - on my honor," Faelon hummed as he gripped the blade of the dagger. It was sharp as it bit into his skin. "But this sweet Karliah of yours is a threat to us, yes? How do you plan for us to handle her?"
Mercer's eyes had fallen onto Faelon's lips. The Bosmer smirked. Whatever feelings he had for Karliah in the past or present, the Guildmaster was his. He had Mercer wrapped around his finger.
"We'll have to kill her," the Breton said with a sense of finality. Faelon loved the sound of his voice when he was being serious. It was pitched low and confident. It sent thrills through him.
"Perfect," the Dragonborn hummed, "We're finally getting to the fun part of this grueling bit of business, don't you think?"
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