ok yeah, i don’t consider this entirely done but shh. may he tally your sins, or something ( comms open lalala )

edit: tumblr ruining the quality i’m sobbing

I finally did some more art! This one was a special little project. I started learning the skyrim dragon language recently and I figured a great way to practice it was to make up dragon names for the 4 lords! Along with this I wanted to make coats of arms with them just for fun. This one is for, of course, Lady D.

Dragon names in Skyrim consist of 3 dovah words also called "Thu'um." These words typically describe that dragon's abilities or defining traits.

The thu'um I chose for Alci are "Dukriinsos" (pronounced "doo-kreen-sohs"). Du means "to devour," kriin means "to slay" or "slaughter," and sos means "blood."

I also wanted to experiment with my art style by taking heavy inspiration from the game Hades.

Hope you like it! Karl is coming next :)

bio unfinished (1/2)

draft copied for @whiterunsided to review and possibly edit.

Verse: Main

Fandom: Skyrim Date: (The date this sheet was completed.) Full Name: Drakol Kulaadeyra Zuwutkreikul Dokordstahdim Bormah-do Nickname/Alias: Drake Meaning:

ᶠʳᵒᵐ ‘ᴰʳᵃᵏᵒˡ ᵏᵘˡᵃᵃᶰ ᵈᵉʸʳᵃ ᶻᵘˡ ʷᵘᵗ ᵏʳᵉᶤ ᵏᵘˡ ᴰᵒ ᵏᵒʳᵈ ˢᵗᵃʰᵈᶤᵐ ᴮᵒʳᵐᵃʰ ᵈᵒ’

ᵈᶤʳᵉᶜᵗ ᵗʳᵃᶰˢˡᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ: ‘ᴰʳᵃᵏᵒˡ ᵖʳᶤᶰᶜᵉ ᵈᵃᵉᵈʳᵃ ᵛᵒᶤᶜᵉ ʷᵘᵗ ᵛᶤᶰᵉ ˢᵒᶰ ᴼᶠ ᵖʳᶤᵐᵉ ʰᵒˡʸ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᵒᶠ’

ˡᶤᵗᵉʳᵃˡ ᵗʳᵃᶰˢˡᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ: ‘ᴰʳᵃᵏᵒˡ˒ ᴾʳᶤᶰᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴰᵃᵉᵈʳᵃ˒ ᴸᶤᶠᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᵒᶤᶜᵉ˒ ˢᵒᶰ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᶤᵉᶠ ᴳᵒᵈ ᴬᵏᵃᵗᵒˢʰ’

Origin: As son of the Chief God Akatosh of the Nine Aedric Divines, Drake basically has unlimited access to Sovngarde, and the Aedric Olympuul the Divines reside in. The Call of Valor shout, as well as the means to control time (including the Slow Time shout) has been inherited. As son of Queen Daenerys I Targaryen Title: Sir Drake, Lord Drake, Prince of Time, Prince Drakol, Right Hand of Mora, Ice-Veins, Bone-Breaker, Storm-Hammer, Stormblade, Hero of the People Pet Name: Drakey, Akatosh Lite, Mini Dragon, Fire Freak. Signature: (What is their handwriting like?)

Gender: Cis-Male Gender Role: Masculine Orientation: Monogamous Heteosexual Visual Age: early 20′s, possibly 22. Real Age: 120 in dragon years Birthday: Tuesday (Tirdas), March (First Seed) 21st, 4E 81 Deathday: N/A Birthplace: Sjel Blad Castle, Throat of the World, Skyrim, Tamriel Astrological Sign: (Western) Aries

Immediate Family: Akatosh (Father), Daenerys I Targaryen (Mother), 140 other dragons and 320 other dragonborns Distant Family: Greybeards (distant grand uncles, presum.), Alduin (older brother by dragon blood right), Paarthurnax (older brother by dragon blood right), Miraak (relative by dragon blood right ), Torryg (cousin by Septim blood line), Ulfric Stormcloak (godbrother by dragonborn line) Species: Dragonborn (human/god/daedra/dragon) Ethnicity: Nordic Caucasian Blood Type: B Preferred Hand: Ambidextrous Facial Type: Oval Eye Color: Red-orange Hair Color: Dark brown with streaks of golden blond. Hairstyle: Disconnected Undercut Skin Tone: Pale (BW15 Alabaster) Complexion: Comp #1 - Fair Makeup: Ancient Dragon Brodaanuv-Ziik (tribal marks) Body Type: Mesomorph Build: Long toned muscular legs & arms, eight-pack abs, muscular (often veined) neck. Height: 6′2 Weight: 234 lbs of sheer muscle Shoe Size: 17 Birthmarks/scars: Remnants of a deep scar across his chest, as well as his back, and some claw marks on his forearms from recent dragon fights. An ironed-Auriel mark on the nave of his neck. Distinguishing Features: People always seem to notice the cartilage-hard dragon horn stumps than line his upper jawline and the temples of his head -- the longest being 4 inches. Health: Being that many land-born Nords like Drake are trained and are grown to be superior fighters, health is no big issue for him. Especially being part god. Energy: It is moderate. It is not often you see Drake taking a nap or a break. But when he does, it’s often rare, and in the comforts of home rarely at an inn, or anywhere outside of home. Memory: He could remember the first time looking into the world outside his mother’s womb. I think that would be pretty long-term, right? Senses: Able to smell a carcass or corpse from 2 miles away, can see a person from a mile away during the night even without the Aura Whisper shout. Taste is like everyone else’s. Hears even a whisper from 10 feet away. Yep. It’s good. Allergies: Some instances of poison ivy, but nothing to serious. Handicaps: None. Phobias: Autophobia Addictions: Skooma, Sujamma, Moon Sugar Mental Disorders: Paranoia Style: Royal Mode of Dress: Loose and elegant Grooming: Well-kept Posture: Stiff Gait: Quick-Normal Coordination: Well-fit, Extraordinary, .7 Reflex Habits and Mannerisms: (tba) Scent: Like a fresh Nordic breeze, with the scent of freshly forged steel. Current Residence: Sjel Blad Castle, Throat of the World, Skyrim, Tamriel Community: Like in a kingdom Family: Akatosh (Father), Daenerys I Targaryen (Mother), 140 other dragons and 320 other dragonborns, Greybeards (distant grand uncles, presum.), Alduin (older brother by dragon blood right), Paarthurnax (older brother by dragon blood right), Miraak (relative by dragon blood right ), Torryg (cousin by Septim blood line), Ulfric Stormcloak (godbrother by dragonborn line) Friends: Ulfric Stormcloak, Galmar Stone-Fist, Serana, Valerica, Dawnguard, Greybeards, Blades, Companions, Dark Brotherhood, College of Winterhold. Enemies: Thalmor, Forsworn, Bandits, Imperials, Vampires (outside Volkihar), majority of Volkihar-Clan, Thieves’ Guild Bosses: Nine Divines, Daedric Pantheon, Snow Elf Pantheon, Stomcloak Officials. Followers: Stormcloaks, Daedra, Dremora, Draugr. Heroes: Talos, Akatosh & the rest of the Pantheon, Daedric Princes. Rivals: Jarl Skald the Elder, Jarl Brina Merilis, Jarl Siddgeir, Jarl Dengeir of Stuhn, Jarl Igmund, Jarl Thongvor Silver-Blood, Jarl Idgrod Ravencrone, Jarl Sorli the Builder, Jarl Laila Law-Giver, Jarl Maven Black-Briar, Jarl Elisif the Fair, Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, Jarl Brunwulf Free-Winter, Jarl Korir, Jarl Kraldar, Emperor Titus Mede II Relates to: Daenerys I Targaryen (Mothe) Pets/Familiars: Boneman, Flame Atronach, Flaming Familiar, Summon Arniel's Shade, Ash Spawn, Frost Atronach, Mistman, Seeker, Ash Guardian, Dremora Lord, Wrathman, Storm Atronach, Dread Zombie (UO), Armored Troll, Barbas, Bran, Meeko, Riekling, Sceolang, Steadfast Dwarven Sphere, Steadfast Dwarven Spider, Unnamed Stray Dog, Vigilance. Wardrobe: Ancient Falmer Cuirass, Ancient Falmer Boots, Ancient Falmer Gauntlets, Ancient Falmer Crown, Ancient Shrouded Armor, Ancient Shrouded Boots, Ancient Shrouded Gloves, Ancient Shrouded Cowl, Shrouded Robes, Shrouded Hand Wraps, Shrouded Hood, Shrouded Shoes, Nightingale Armor, Nightingale Boots, Nightingale Gloves, Nightingale Hood, Ebony Mail, Fine Armguards, The Forgemaster's Fingers, General Tullius' Armor, Gilded Wristguards, Gloves of the Pugilist, Mythic Dawn Robes, Savior's Hide, Tumblerbane Gloves, Masque of Clavicus Vile, Aetherial Shield, Auriel's Shield, Spellbreaker, Targe of the Blooded. Equipment: Dragonbone Battleaxe (Lot-Hahkun), Dragonbone Bow (Hezdremhah Qiilaan), 2 Dragonbone Daggers (Rax do Dinok), Dragonbone Greatsword (Graaz), 2 Dragonbone Maces (Tokah do Daan), 2 Dragonbone Swords (Dovahdaan do Kriin), 2 Dragonbone War Axes (Nuksliin), Dragonbone Warhammer (Tokah Gunaar), Enhanced Dwarven Crossbow (Zoklot Runaz do faal Dilfahliiluv), 2 Dragonbanes, 2 Gauldur Blackblades, Gauldur Blackbow, 2 Nightingale Blade, Nightingale Bow, Ancient Nord Battle Axe, Ancient Nord Bow, Ancient Nord Greatsword, 2 Ancient Nord Swords, 2 Ancient Nord War Axes, Ancient Nord Battle Axe, Honed Ancient Nord Greatsword, 2 Honed Ancient Nord Swords, 2 Honed Draugr War Axes, Supple Ancient Nord Bow, 2 Silver Swords, Silver Greatsword, Headsman's Axe, Voldendrung, Wunthraad, Bloodskal Blade, Auriel’s Bow, the Rueful Axe. Accessories: Copper and Moonstone Circlet, Copper and Onyx Circlet, Copper and Ruby Circlet, Copper and Sapphire Circlet, Gold and Emerald Circlet, Gold and Ruby Circlet, Jade and Emerald Circlet, Jade and Sapphire Circlet, Silver and Moonstone Circlet, Silver and Sapphire Circlet, Gold Ring, Gold Diamond Ring, Gold Emerald Ring, Gold Sapphire Ring, Silver Ring, Silver Amethyst Ring, Silver Garnet Ring, Silver Ruby Ring, Bone Hawk Ring, Enchanted Ring, Hircine's Ring, Nightweaver's Band, Ring of Bloodlust, Ring of Instinct, Ring of Namira, Ring of Pure Mixtures, Ring of the Beast, Ring of the Erudite, Ring of the Hunt, Ring of the Moon, Silver-Blood Family Ring, The Bond of Matrimony, Treoy's Ornamental Ring, Wedding Ring, Gold Necklace, Gold Diamond Necklace, Gold Jeweled Necklace, Gold Ruby Necklace, Silver Necklace, Silver Emerald Necklace, Silver Jeweled Necklace, Silver Sapphire Necklace, Bone Hawk Amulet, Amulet of Akatosh, Amulet of Arkay, Amulet of Dibella, Amulet of Julianos, Amulet of Kynareth, Amulet of Mara, Amulet of Stendarr, Amulet of Talos, Amulet of Zenithar. Funds: Approximately Home: Take the tour. Neighborhood: tba Transportation: Carriage, various dragons (Bend Will shout), Shadowmere. Collections: Various skulls, weapons, armor, and trophies. Most valuable possession: He didn’t buy anything he has that is of value ... except a few good people’s graces. Prized Possession: Armor of Auriel Lovers: Serana Marital Status: Dating Element: Fire Occupation: Dragonborn, Stormcloak, Hero of the People, Thane of all of Skyrim’s Holds Work Ethnic: Very Rank: Lvl 255 Wealth Status: Upper (wealthy/rich) class. Organizations/Affiliations: Companions, College of Winterhold, Dark Brotherhood, Dragonborn, Stormcloak General, Multi-Hold Thane. Religion: Nord, Imperial, Snow Elf, Daedric Pantheon Morals: tba Crime Record: tba Motivation: Power and doing well for others. Priorities: Family, Friends, Power. Philosophy: ' The true champion if justice, if he intends to survive even for a short time, must necessarily confine himself to private life and leave politics alone. ’ - Socrates Political Party: Conservative Desires: To rule the world. Accomplishments: Defeating Alduin, killing the Emperor, purging the Glemorii witches, winning the Civil War for the Stormcloaks, capturing a dragon in Dragonsreach, ending the Forsworn. Greatest Achievement: Defeating Alduin and saving the world. Hobbies/Interests: Hunting, completing bounties, lute, Destruction school, fighting & battling. Skills/Talents: Dragonslaying, assassination, archery, two-handed, one-handed, smithing, alchemy, pickpocket, sneaking, etc. Likes: tba Dislikes: tba Sense of Humor: tba Pet Peeves: Disloyalty, people underestimating his abilities, procrastination, lying. Superstitions/Beliefs: Ghosts, the Undead Dreams/Nightmares: tba Quirks: Sleeping in midair, rushing head first into problems. Savvy: Arts, assassination, dragon-slaying, bounties. Strengths: (What makes them stand a bit above the crowd? [Ex: Courageous, good listener, calm under pressure] Not supernatural abilities.) Flaws: (Refers to negative personality traits, not a weakness. Make sure it's a deep flaw that could actually affect your character, not something trivial like "She can't dance". [Ex: Lies constantly, socially backwards, hot-tempered]) Perception: (How does your character generally see the world?) Conflicts: (What issues make your character want two things, but they can't have both?) Instincts: (What they are unconsciously driven to do) Lures: (What are they inexplicably drawn to be near? Ex: Power, money, the helpless) Soft Spot: (Their vulnerability, what they feel sorry for or have particularly good feelings toward) Cruel Streak: (What makes a character act against their usual morals, and act especially mean? (everyone has something that can do this to them)) Powers/Abilities: (Here is where to put any superhuman powers and other abilities your character possesses. Be sure to balance them out with weaknesses, or your character loses credibility. This section may be optional depending on what genre you write.) Origin: (How did they get their powers?) Source: (How do they use their powers? [ex: shoots fire from hands, can read minds with their ring) Ability: (How adept are they at using said powers? Weaknesses: (Make it something that your character exclusively is weak to, and keep it credible. [Ex: A 4-headed radioactive dinosaur is not a credible weakness.]) Immunities: ([Ex: cannot be burned] Be very careful with this one.) Restrictions: (An absolute necessity for those with supernatural powers. [Ex: Can only breathe fire when angry or can only cast darkness spells twice a day]) Alternate Forms: (Transformations, shape shifting abilities, dark side, ect.) Extra Anatomy: (Such as wings or a third eye) Languages: (What languages does your character speak and how fluently?) Accent: (Self explanatory) Voice: (High pitched, low pitched) Speech Impediments: (Stutters, slurs, or whistles) Greetings and Farewells: (How does your character say hello and goodbye?) State of Mind: (Ask your character "how are you" and see how they respond) Compliment: (Have your character say something nice) Insult: (Have your character insult someone) Expletive: (Can be an actual cuss (Ex: Dammit) or some kind of substitute. (Ex: Darn it!) Laughter: (What does your character's laugh sound like?) Tag Line: (Something your character says a lot in everyday sentences. Can often be filled with a sound or vocalization. Ex: Lol, dude, uh) Signature Quote: (Something significant your character says. Doesn't have to be meaningful, just make it memorable.) Reputation: (What does the general population think of your character?) First Impressions: (What would you first think of this character upon meeting them?) Stranger Impressions: (If someone was told about the character but didn't know them, what would they think?) Friendly Impressions: (What do people who are friends or acquaintances of your character think of them?) Enemy Impressions: (What do people who can't stand your character think? If you can't think of anyone who hates your character, we have a problem.) Familiar Impressions: (What do people very close to your character think of them? Ex: Family, lovers) Compliments: (What are some good things other people would say of your character? [heroic, good listener]) Insults: (Would anyone like to call your character a whore, jerk, or stupid?) Self-Impression: (What does your character really think of themselves deep down?) MBTI Personality Type: [Ex: ENTP, ISTJ] Temperament: (Chloric/Sanguine/Melancholic/Phlegmatic) May also be called color types, such as yellow, red, blue, or green) Enneagram: (The Reformer/The Helper/The Achiever/The Individualist/The Investigator/The Loyalist/The Enthusiast/The Challenger/The Peacemaker) Ego/Superego/Id: (Superego is aims for perfection, society, and the idea of right and wrong. Id is unconscious desires and instincts - Which of these are they most driven by? The Self: (The center/core of your character) The Shadow: (The opposite qualities your character themselves does not believe they possess, but do subconsciously) The Anima/Animus: (The part of the character of the opposite gender) Persona/Mask: (What they present to the world, or the side they use to protect themselves) Role: (What purpose does your character serve? [mentor, leader]) Fulfillment: (How well do they serve that role?) Significance: (Why does your character matter?) Alignment: (Good/Evil/Neutral/Lawful/Chaotic) Comparison: (Compare your character to some kind of animal, object, or anything else you can think of.) Symbol: (Does your character have any kind of recurring symbol that represents them? [Ex: a rose, a black cat, a sunset] Could be blatant or subtle.) Song: (A song you think best suits your character) Vice: (Pride/Greed/Gluttony/Lust/Envy/Sloth/Wrath) Virtue: (Patience/Diligence/Chastity/Temperance/Charity/Kindness/Humility) Defining Moment: (This is it. The single greatest moment of your character, when they truly become alive.) Tropes: (What about your character is stereotypical or cliched? [You can't say nothing. Every character has some kind of cliche in them]) Originality: (What makes your character different from one like them? One Word: (Use a single adjective to sum up your character in a nutshell) Character Sheet © Character-Resource

OOOOOOH MY GOD i’m finally done with this. after a million restarts and resketches and fights with colour palettes. 🫡🫡🫡 but, my boy… his reference sheet… is finally done. and i’m so proud of myself that i want to share it here.

alternate ( cloakless ) ver. & close-ups under cut

noteworthy : lots of inspo was taken from the “perseus armour” mod. thank u fuse00 🧎‍♂️

right in front of my sweet-roll. absurd

drawing hugs is hard af. i was almost not going to post this, but i want to get into the habit of sharing my art regardless of whether or not it’s “perfect” or not “detailed enough”.

this is what happens during the black screenfade at camp /j

a gorgeous artistic rendition of this post my eyes are on fire

guess who ( repost because i noticed a mistake & my perfectionist ass is not having that )

just finished a flat-colour icon commission for @freakertron !! noctifer, you gorgeous gorgeous bosmer + thank you for the commission <3

niko posting his art on tumblr? peculiar

anyways, have a warm-up sketch i did of my dunmer that i’m unreasonably proud of. orivyn arethren you deserve to be angry my sweet boy.

i have one last adoptable available, she’s mermaid inspired and i nabbed the idea from the elder scrolls’s maomer

i have her on sale for £15, and £35 if you want a fullbody design — if anyone’s interested shoot me a dm and i can show you her design 😭😭

WIP Wednesday (Incorrect Buzzer) Thursday

a follow-up to that last snippet i dropped, following up to bloodmoon crossing paths for the first time. almost there! oh, and thank you for the kind words. it means a lot.

no content warnings this time : i’ll just save your dashboard by adding a cut.

— But, when it’s him? Fine.

Vyn sets his rancour aside.

Perhaps, this was the first time he deemed The Shadow a blessing. Thank the Gods– the Eight, he reminded himself in his pursuit, just in case they could read minds is how he jests– for his head proposing the sign as a means of escape. His head whips to his behind view: no aureate Justiciars in sight. Good.

One final clamour, and his form flickers into violet, ochre. Nothing.

—

The Shadow returns his silhouette, and when it does, the Dunmer is scrambling. Struggling hands grasp at a ledge; latching, he claws; briskly—with all remaining strength—he forces himself up. He feels the dirt scrape and accumulate beneath his nails, and he wants to scream.

One grunt, one push. Orivyn brings himself to his knees, then to his feet. A stumble, and he almost trips over his own boots.

When the pounding in his ears fades and the panting of his breath quietens, he focuses on his environment. Nothing. For now.

Silence wraps him up like a babe in a comforting blanket. The only thing that breaks his quiet is the brisk exhale of relief that erupts from his throat… but not yet. He can’t be sure, and if he wastes another moment just lingering, only the Gods know what will find him; who will find him.

Aching hands peel back rock and rubble, tearing the stone wound in the side of this spire right open. A sore sight, bare and exposed, albeit the very opening he will take refuge in until the coast is completely clear.

Shielded by dilapidated stone and shrubbery, this… tower serves as no shelter from the pelting rain. A mockery of one, most would say. Still, it does work as an adequate hiding place, the Dunmer muses. One thumb scrapes the grime from under his fingernails, and the other grazes the hilt of his dagger. But a noise tears him from his idling.

Something adjacent to a groan, hushed but doleful, doused in agony. Winces, murmurs, curses under its breath. Each muscle in his body ceases its relaxation, and the vines and roots practically thread around his feet. And, if it’s a trap? What then? Bait to draw him in, a mouse to a cat; a hare to a wolf. But whatever lingers amongst the verdance draws him in. He hasn’t a clue why.

Metal scrapes against a hardened leather sheath: Orivyn unveils his blade. Just in case.

i’m suffering

yeah

WIP Something-Something (Sunday)

please i’ve been fighting with this wip for MONTHS it has like three drafts. this is my third. take it anyway, haven’t shown my writing here before.

summary: the leadup / opening to when gore and orivyn meet. yeah. i haven’t even gotten to the part where he finds gore yet, so no tag for him. gods help me

cw : mentions of vomit & descriptions of death

Run: that’s all his head tells him to do- to run, and not to stop.

Overhead, pallid clouds mantle and swarm the horizon. Rainfall drums at the ground, the greenery, the stone. Miserly, it stains all it touches; through the downpour, resplendent breastplates and robes bound with golden bias distinguish themselves from the solemnity of a damp and dismal morning.

The Thalmor: Orivyn damns them each time their name slips off his tongue. And, it tastes of vomit.

Heavily, the Mer’s heart pounds in the confines of a ribcage. Hastened feet grind and spray loose pebbles with every halt, every turn. Panting, the cloaked figure presses its back flush against the bark of a conifer tree. The firs sway above him. His gaze flickers. He catches his breath—or tries.

The ex-mage had a target pierced into his back the moment Ancano lay dead by his feet: crimson spillages had never seemed so soothing. Well– Orivyn recalled– if it wasn’t in the name of vengeance, doubt would have claimed him as its victim. “But, it’s the Thalmor”—

… He’s not a sadist.

The memory strikes him with pain. Betrayal: at least it was expected. Nonetheless, he pried himself from the cuffs his mental bound him in, and moved ahead. Away.

Now, here he was: running, skin raw with each arrowhead of rain that aims its blow. Each flash of gold influences apprehension to weigh its burden on the Mer once more. Word spreads like wildfire. He should have known Falkreath’s roads would have been abundant with patrols. He should have known better.

His assailants hurl degrading shouts and cold-hearted commands, and even when he walks far from the North, Orivyn wields limbs of ice. His feet pick up faster than he can even think. Foliage tangles at his ankles, yet that doesn’t stop him. Doesn’t stop the adrenaline that courses through his veins, the desperate breaths that tumble from his lips. Now, he is an animal of prey, eyes wide with horror as it descries its killer. Nothing but food, no… his blood flows in his veins, their rich wines, the expensive shit they drink up in their Embassies with their pinkies raised and sneers curling on their lips.