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An art collab from @ego-osbourne and I! Where I did one half (the right side with the dremora) and they did the other half (the left side with the elf)! :DD
This was SO fun to do. I think the colors and vibes meshed together so perfectly well. I love how Elyden looks in ozzy's style. He's so handsome and his hair is so AUGH <3 <3 <3 <3 I loved drawing Rakell, what a handsome old man with the fruitest beard <3
(my friends peer pressured me to make his uh. chest pop out)
Thank you again ozzy for the art collab! Down to do one again one day <3
#tes#skyrim#ldb#dragonborn#the elder scrolls#dremora#digital art#artists on tumblr#oc: elyden#rakell#lichen art
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elyden for the lovely @mamma-dragon!! 💖
thank you for supporting me on ko-fi 🥺💕
#elyden elydeeen my boyyyy#love him so much#💖💖#tes#the elder scrolls#the elder scrolls v: skyrim#skyrim#ppls ocs#friends ocs#skyrim oc#altmer#my art#kele draws
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Uh...HM My ldb Elyden has zero knowledge of ice magic. Absolutely none. Idk how he survives. What about your ldb lad! A fellow altmer lad!
For the OC Fact Swap!
Cara’s pretty adept at most forms of magic, restoration and lightning magic the best, but honestly same. Ice magic was always a struggle for her. In my writing she hasn’t expressed her personal dislike for the magic but she hates it because it always makes her hands colder than they are, which in Skyrim is all the time lol. She’s not that adept at illusion and conjuration, but its something she’s working on. Slowly.
Altmer ldb friends!! I wish there was more of us!
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UH OC fact swap! Because I’m bored and I’m 70% sure you won’t eat me! Hm....Elyden is 6’11 and cannonly Delphine is up to his abdomen. One for your new falmor lad???
Tall friend!!!
Falmer lad (who I've just been calling Kili for now but not sure if that name will stick) is Also tall but nowhere Near that tall, at 6'7, but since he's always hunched over he seems a lot shorter. (But he still towers over Vyrthaal who's only 5'7)
He'd also be the sort to jump up n slap the tops of doorways lmaoooo (old imagine him MI's calculating and accidentally bumping his head while Vyr struggles not to die laughing)
#ask memes#oc kili#oc fact swap#hes not Super developed so i only have the most basic info on him but thabkfully i picked his height out Right Away#bc i wanted to draw him towering over vyr#mamma-dragon#asks#also i will not eat you i promise uwu#other people's ocs
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I *finally* got a ref of Elyden's coat that I'm happy with. It's took me. SO long to get one I'm happy with...Finally..........................
WOO
#tes#dragonborn#the elder scrolls#skyrim#ldb#digital art#oc: elyden#i spent so long on this#AH#lichen art
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Doodled up my ldb before he changed his face between commissions. He was a pretty boy, he hated it because he looked exactly like this father </3 and he literally cried when he got his new hair as it was straight. So much easier to maintain
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Haven’t drawn Elyden (my Dragonborn <3) in a fat minute. Look at him, absolute cutie 🥰
Despite the fic I write him in that is just horror, he is generally a chill dude who has a gentle smile
*~* YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO REPOST OR REUSE MY ART. YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO USE IT FOR NFTS OR AI ART. YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO USE IT FOR MERCH *~*
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This started out as me indulging my 14 year old self’s need for Angst and I think this is my favorite piece so far honestly. It was so fun to do, but it’s also a bit frustrating as I know something is Missing but I don’t get it yet. I need more experience aaahhhHHHHHH :/
Either way this is my Dragonborn from Skyrim being fucked up, funny enough this is sorta spoilers for the next chapter I wrote of his fic <3
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#tes#Skyrim#Dragonborn#ldb#last dragonborn#dovahkiin#artists on tumblr#digital art#tw: blood#that’s your hint lmao#oc: elyden#lichen art
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CW: Body Horror, Eye Horror, Teeth Horror, Face Horror, Teeth, Holes
Also an older piece! Maybe around...2-3 months or ago. It's of my ldb post Alduin, dw about it :)
And generally this is also me just messing with some ink brushes. I like the linework style, but not a fan of coloring this type of style personally. This could be cool in some sort of high-contrast piece
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I’m stressed as heck so I drew Elyden’s medium naturals (post solsthiem weight gain + health improvement arc :D )
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🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP! From here!
A mini exert from a section of my fic that I will get to in...maybe 15 chapters JKDFSDGF
Thanks for the ask btw! :D
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CW: Blood, Gore, Mentions of a toxic relationship, Bones, teeth were busted
“I fucking hate you.”
“Do you?”
Rahgot’s broken grin curled to an obscene amount as Elyden hooked his claws around the man’s collarbones. His once pearly whites were crooked and knocked out of his bleeding mouth.
“Yes.” Elyden sneered as he gripped harder into the bone that was beginning to bulge past the pale skin. “Your mother should’ve swallowed you from the afterthought of your father’s short stains.”
The dragon priest burst out laughing. His howls indiscernible from pain and mocking as Elyden mercilessly dug deeper into his bones. Nails acting as hooks, Elyden dug underneath the atmoran’s bones to get a better grip for them.
“If you want to hurt me, you have to try a lot harder than that, Dragonborn.” Rahgot’s eyes were red from tears and eyelids wide open. As if Elyden had stretched out and sewn that lids to forever stay wide open. It was a tempting thought.
Elyden had rarely ever seen Rahgot display anything but his smug scorn for others. Even behind that mask, his teeth were always elongated out into a smile. His fangs sharpened like his tongue as he happily tore people down with his words. Thin eyes perked up in a cat-like precision as he watched everyone’s movements and criticized each breath.
He hated that man. Despised his very presence. Spat at the sound of his name. Gagged at the smell of pine mulch. Detested his harsh tone. Abhorred his scratchy voice. Loathed his cold hands and warm hands. Revolted at the idea of letting Rahgot back into his bed once more. Idolized the feeling of being yearned for, even if it was just so that Rahgot could brag that ‘he got to shag the Last Dragonborn’.
Even as lonely Elyden has been for the past few decades — Rahgot whimpered as Elyden tugged at the collarbone, beautifully mixed with the snapping of flesh — nothing has been worth this.
A crack of old bone that was carved eras ago with old magic.
Something akin to a cry finally spilled out of Rahgot’s vile throat.
Curling around his steady hands that were stained of lukewarm blood, Elyden pulled.
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#tes#rahgot#dragon priest#writing#writers#oneshot#oc: elyden#ldb#lichen writing#lichen writes#lichen asks#thanks for the ask! :D
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Sorry for the obnoxious watermark, I gotta be more aggressive with ai art going at large. I am gonna experiment to make it less intrusive but also so annoying to remove/use for ai
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Decided to draw my Dragonborn with his daughter :DD I am so dang happy I can finally draw kids to without it looking uncanny! Elyden (my Dragonborn) finally has a kid after trying for 200 years and..,I can say he is a good dad :) he loves his daughter a lot and does his best t9 raise her to be the best person she can be. They eat bugs together <3
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CW: Slight suggestiveness, aint bad at all
Woah, I should actually be posting my art here...Surprising DKHJSDJGFG
This is a wee drawing I did of Elyden (my ldb) being a bit suggestive!
#tes#skyrim#pin up#digital art#the elder scrolls#dragonborn#lichen art#oc: elyden#i just *really* didnt want to draw the hand nor color this lol
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WIP Whenever
tagged by @ego-osbourne !
tagging: UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH just pretend I tagged ya if you want to be tagged <3
Love not uh doing tag games unless it's 2am for me let's gooooooooo
This is just a mini thing, of Miraak and Elyden sitting on top of each other naked with dragon aspects on. A WIP so it's not Nice, but ye!
TW: nudity ofc, and talks of cannibalism
Elyden rarely ever admitted he was jealous. But right now as he straddled Miraak’s wonderful hips and traced his hands against his love handles, he admitted he was jealous. Unlike his, Miraak’s dragon aspect was stunning. Its silky wings curled around him with wondrous oranges and blue. The ethereal hums kept Elyden comfortably cool as the dead draconic souls were weaved into each scale. Golden, protruding scales littered his body that threatened to dig into Elyden’s thighs.
Miraak’s eyes glowed a dull orange - akin to glowstone - as he lazily looked up at the elf. Through those eyelashes and shitty eyeliner that didn’t make him any less handsome. His soft hands latched onto Elyden’s waist, thumbs running up and down the sides. Brown hair - still wet from a bath - flowed between the crown of horns that twisted up into the sky. Horns beautiful to rival Alduin’s.
‘Never thought I’d have regrets on not eating him.’ Elyden wanted to snort.
“I never thought I’d miss seeing this side of you that much.” The man whispered as he gently took Elyden’s hands and pressed a kiss against what remained of the palm. Flakes of stars and charred stone drifted off Elyden's aspect from the sudden movement.
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Tagged by @ miraakulous-cloud-district For some Skyrim oc questions!!!
For this one, I shall do Elyden (my LDB) as...I haven’t talked about my other elder scrolls ocs here </3
Also potential spoilers for the fic he is in (A tired Elf, its in my pinned)
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1. What's your oc's favourite tavern?
Despite Winterhold’s tavern giving him plenty of good memories, but The Bannered Mare is held in a special place in his heart. Back when Elyden first migrated to Skyrim and worked as a courier for Winterhold, he would always spend a few days in Whiterun. He’d flirt with men, enjoy the food, and rest well knowing there is no bedbugs and to the lull of the bards.
2. What about their favourite beverage?
Snowberry tea. Winterhold has a lot of snowberry bushes around and he loves to crush them with sugar in his cup before pouring in black tea. It sweats out any fevers and he finds it really relaxing
3. Who do they travel with?
Pre-Dragonborn finding out? No one, he just stayed in Winterhold as he worked as a professor there.
Post? Delphine and Rahgot for a good bit until post Solsthiem where he just travels with Miraak instead
4. Are they wealthy? How do they make money?
Not at all lmao. Elyden was just an academic, middle class at most. He gets money from working at Winterhold or working with other wizards for his knowledge of the Dragon Cult.
5. Do they worship any aedra or daedra?
They’re too inconsistent and unpredictable for him, so not at all.
6. What is their biggest fear?
Boy, does Elyden have a butt-load of them! He is a bundle of anxiety, but I would have to say it's him being a burden on others. He pushes away help and any sort of comfort from others 99.999999% of the time because he doesn't want to be a bother. He doesn't ever want for someone to feel like he is a grifter or a manchild. So he always self-checks what he asks of people and makes it minimal as possible.
A smaller worry that he got better from is people finding out he is ex-Thalmor. Though Elyden is pretty sure that he is alright in that area, he was sure to make his face look as NON-thalmor-beauty as possible.
7. Any pet peeves?
Boot-lickers of Talos, Thalmor, Stormcloaks, Imperials, basically anyone of Authority. He finds them so frustrating
8. Do they like being dragonborn? Or do they see it as a burden?
Absolutely not. Like. Man. Uh, read my fic and you’ll understand. He found out by having a dragon turn into mush in front of him.
He gets cosmic stress and body dysphoria. He has the urge to eat people.
Just the worst time Imaginable
9. Favourite Skyrim faction?
NONE.
Elyden is a menace to all factions, even for the College he works for. And he is PROUD of it!
10. Any object they carry with high sentimental value?
His coat was made by his passed husband, the last object he has of him. Elyden had enchanted it himself and he always wears it. He enjoys repairing it and fixing the embroidery. It’s just a comfort for him and he would rather die then part with it.
11. What about hobbies?
Enchanting, paperwork, embroidery, reading, sparring, fencing, cooking, anything that doesn’t require others. He is an introvert and he prefers to do things alone kajsdffg
12. Favourite Skyrim city?
Even though Elyden is not a fan of cities, he grew up in one and that was enough for him, he does look forward to when he can visit Solitude. The festivals are grand and large.The oceans are warm. The food is wonderful. It’s full of magic.
While he could never live there (the prices are RIDICULOUS), he enjoys renting out a house and relax for vacation with some friends.
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I shall tag @keleravna @blktooth @metallic-scaled-scarf-art @kiir-do-faal-rahhe ! Whomever else who sees this and desires to do it, just say that I tagged you <3
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Ohhh for the kissing prompts, maybe number 6 for Elyden and Miraak? <3
Sorry for taking a bit! This UHHHH took too long and is a bit too long but eh, tis how writing blocks work <3 Thanks for the ask tho!!!
(also the editing isn’t the best as this took too long and I didn’t follow the prompt fully.....I’m sorry :’( hope it’s fun to read regardless)
6. Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift
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Miraak gently tucked the clinky necklace into a black fabric baggie, waving goodbye once again to the jeweler. The warmth of the shop was quickly missed from how the cold thrusted past his scarf and relatively thick coat. He tucked the purple wool up over his red nose and nudged the snowflakes off the baggie before carefully tucking it into a safe pocket. ‘If anything happened to this, I will burn the world down then myself.’
Having spent an ungodly amount of septims on this gift, he briskly walked back to the only Inn in this quaint mountain village. Even with how small it was, there were plenty of people who lived in this small town. He saw children hurl snowballs at each other from their snow forts. He could smell the hot cider trailing off the cups of elders. He could hear the firewood crackling inside the brick homes. He passed the busy mines that weren't ever vacant of miners and always stank of moonstone dust.
After making sure to shake the snow off his boots, Miraak tugged off his hood and scarf once inside the Inn. The wood was thickly stained with cider and yeasty beer. Adorned on the walls were horns carved into lantern holders. Table cloths were a bright green that looked as old as him, even if Miraak knew they would have rotted away by then. He waved hello to the Innkeeper who was busy sweeping up the floor and went inside his shared room with Elyden.
A few days ago, Elyden slipped on his climb up the mountain and broke his left leg pretty badly. Luckily, Miraak knew how to heal. Unluckily, Miraak had no idea how altmer bones worked and no one wanted to risk malformation. So Elyden was confined to the Inn until his leg recovered enough for them to find a proper restoration mage in these mountains.
Since then, Elyden was nothing but miserable and impatient. He was restless, always trying to get up and help out in the Inn, just refusing to rest. Miraak’s guilt rose when he saw that he couldn’t do more. Until he recalled that Elyden admitted a while ago he wanted a nice necklace to enchant and proudly wear. Then lamented on how expensive good quality necklaces were.
Miraak painstakingly was so frugal with his money, even Elyden sat him down to have a talk about possible money anxiety. His arms were sore from doing every odd job he could, his patience was scrambled from haggling with merchants, and internally he never felt so frustrated that such a bauble would be so pricey. But really, that didn’t matter. ‘I just want to see him happy again.’
Elyden’s wrapped leg was hung in the air with some pulley as he laid in bed, not really reading the book he had in hand. He was still wearing undergarments for bed and his eyes were boring through the pages. The room was warm and stuffy with the heating enchantments that were carved into the wooden walls and the pile of quilts on the elf.
“Oh? Hi Miraak, you’re back early.” Elyden blinked as he closed his book and rested it on his chest. He idly itched his bushier beard - ‘Honestly, I feel like it looks better on him.’ - and belly. “How was Mrs. Harvey?”
“She was fine, I think her wounds should heal with no issues.” With a huff, Miraak planted himself on the fluffy bed and unwrapped his wooly clothing. “Her family gave me some caramels as a thank you gift, want some?”
Elyden perked up and put his book aside fully, trying to sit up straighter but he immediately hissed out in pain. His lifted leg jerked slightly and Miraak would practically hear the complaining muscles lecture their owner. “What kind?”
“Coffee.” ‘Your favorite.’ Miraak managed a smile as he reached past the pouched necklace to pull out paper-wrapped candies. It was a hard block that was the size of his palm, a beautiful bronze whose wafts of sugar made Miraak want to cry. He easily broke it into pieces and handed the larger shards to Elyden.
Elyden happily plucked them out of Miraak’s fingers, latching onto the hand to press a long kiss against the worn knuckles. He fluttered his eyes shut and rested his chubby cheek against the softer palm. Miraak didn’t have to lean in close to smell it to know that Elyden had used his beard oils, as his salt and pepper whiskers were cushiony. The necklace in the pocket was quickly forgotten when the elf nudged more against Miraak’s rubbing thumbs.
Elyden happily plucked them out of Miraak’s fingers, latching onto the hand to press a long kiss against the worn knuckles. He fluttered his eyes shut and rested his chubby cheek against the softer palm. Miraak didn’t have to lean in close to smell it to know that Elyden had used his beard oils, as his salt and pepper whiskers were cushiony. The necklace in the pocket was quickly forgotten when the elf nudged more against Miraak’s rubbing thumbs.
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