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friend-of-giants · 4 months
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Telwren Doodles
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I hadn't drawn anything in a long time, and I forgot how much I missed it - and how much I missed them.
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friend-of-giants · 1 year
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I was stricken with the urge to play with a cartoon art style and decided to try it out on my blorbos to the surprise of absolutely no-one
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Wren Indoran, the saddest sad-sack you ever done did see.
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Teldryn Sero, who's been looking all over Nirn for his goggles but they've been on his forehead this whole time.
Actually really enjoyed trying a different style. It's a little easier for me than the more realistic sketchy stuff I do, but this doesn't mean I'm not going to keep doing that as well. Might even do some other character portraits in this style because it's so much fun. Who knows.
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friend-of-giants · 11 months
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So I uh... finished that drawing from earlier.
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friend-of-giants · 10 months
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🌟expression practice w/ Miss Wren 🌟
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working on faces other than 😐 we got Surprised, Smiley, and Smug
also i hc that elves can move their ears fight me if you disagree
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friend-of-giants · 11 months
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Am I too late to jump on the Barbie mugshot bandwagon? Yes? Too bad. You get a Telwren version. I didn't intend to color this, either, it just happened.
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Anyway, when I first saw this meme I thought it would be perfect as an alternative ending to chapter 10. If you've read it, you know.
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friend-of-giants · 4 months
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Tagged by @wildhexe to do this picrew of my oc! So here's Wren. She's uh, idk, picking flowers for a potion or something. At night. Y’know, that's probably something she would do.
Tagging @elfinismsarts @boethiahspillowbook @katastronoot @thana-topsy @v1ctory-or-sovngarde and anyone else who wants to do this! No pressure.
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friend-of-giants · 1 year
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⚡️dragonborn⚡️
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I kept thinking about that black-and-white Teldryn drawing that i recently posted and felt like doing one for Wren in the same style (bc she's not been having a Good Time in my writing lately and deserves something nice for a change).
Her outfit is here thanks to Modular Clothing.
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friend-of-giants · 1 year
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A Valentine's day piece for my otp - some mindless rambling under the cut. I mostly wanted to make a tattooed Teldryn. I have finally come up with an design for him. Quite pleased with how they turned out 💙💙
I don't often draw shippy things and honestly I'm always so hesitant to post any. I really don't know why I feel that way, maybe I worry people won't like it or something. But I'm ripping the bandaid off and doing it. Enjoy my blorbos 💙
As far as his tattoos go, I like to think he has pieces honoring Boethiah, Mephala, and Azura, as well as the native wildlife of Morrowind. I'm thinking a netch on his other forearm, Boethiah symbol on his other shoulder, and a larger piece for Azura on his back. Otherwise he has stripes similar in pattern to the ones on his face.
I hope to have a tattoo ref piece of him done soon to show them all! Drawing tats is hard work but I really enjoy it.
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friend-of-giants · 1 year
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F O R M A L E V E N T‼️‼️‼️
Thank you!!! I had too much fun with this! Ask game here
I put waaaaay too much effort into this considering I said these would be sketches. I just saw a pretty dress and got carried away lol. I went for a modern AU take on this and didn't give her any scars. She does still have the missing bit of ear because I said so.
The dress that inspired this one under the cut!
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The actual dress, from Pinterest. I'd do some depraved shit for this dress honestly, it's gorgeous.
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friend-of-giants · 7 months
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WIP Whenever
I've been tagged by @wildhexe @v1ctory-or-sovngarde @boethiahspillowbook and @saltymaplesyrup to share a WIP! Thank you!
Gonna tag @elfinismsarts @thequeenofthewinter @thana-topsy @katastronoot @orfeoarte @sheirukitriesfandom @umbracirrus @vivifriend to share some of theirs!
Have a mundane scene of Wren getting her weapons back from the blacksmith lmao
Her fingers grew cold and her legs wobbled beneath her, and a ripple of nausea worked its way through her gut.  Too much wine, she thought, or maybe not enough.  She took a few cautious steps down the road toward the smithy, thinking that basking in the heat of the forge would feel nice as she sobered up and found the courage to go home.  Besides, Balimund still had her blades. 
The smith smiled and raised a finger as if to say 'just a moment', then headed to his racks.  He returned bearing gifts; her axe with a fresh leather wrap on its handle, and a mirror finish on the Razor's deadly blade.  
"Just finished these no more than an hour ago.  I don't think I need to tell you to be careful, those edges are damn sharp."  Balimund held out first the axe, which Wren eagerly accepted.  She ran her fingers along its new grip, feeling the new leather and marveling at how supple and almost sticky it felt.  The head appeared almost freshly forged, its black metal surface polished to a high shine, and the decorative engravings on the sides of the blade were cleaned of dried splatters of blood and whatever other filth had accumulated in the grooves.  
She hung it back on her belt where it belonged, instantly feeling a sense of security now that she was no longer unarmed.  Not that there were many threats inside the city walls, except the occasional thieves from the Ratway who knew better than to mess with someone who could tear them apart with a couple of words.  
"Don't forget your dagger."
Wren looked up at Balimund with a grin, surely a crooked and drunken one, and took that from him as well.  The weapon seemed to call to her, to test its edge.  I'm sharp as fuck, go ahead and touch me, it whispered, and so she did.  Her finger barely pressed against its edge, and blood instantly welled to the surface.  A single droplet slithered down her palm and fell to the ground, and she watched it intently as it struck the cobblestone with an audible splat.  
She smiled even wider, then stuck her bleeding finger into her mouth to suck it clean.  The irony taste of blood was oddly comforting. 
"Ysmir's beard, kid, didn't I just tell you to be careful with those?!"
"Kid?"  Wren let out a wheeze of laughter.  "I'm old enough to be your mother, Balimund.  Don't 'kid' me."
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friend-of-giants · 7 months
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OC Flaws and Strengths Game
Tagged by @wildhexe thanks bestie!! Going to tag @boethiahspillowbook @elfinismsarts @thequeenofthewinter @vivifriend @v1ctory-or-sovngarde @katastronoot @thana-topsy
Answering these for the one and only Wren 💙Rules: [ Bold (or color) what applies, italicize sometimes ]
Flaws
moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | masochistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical | cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive | rebellious
Strengths
honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | funny
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friend-of-giants · 11 months
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A WIP that I'll never finish. I had painted Tel's face but never got further than that. I wanted to do a lil portrait of these two and no I hadn't put clothes on them yet. Please ignore Wren's lack of boob, I swear she has them 😂
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friend-of-giants · 10 months
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WIP Wednesday
aka... Wednesday Wrensday
Tagged by @boethiahspillowbook thank you!! I don't have much writing to share that I haven't already shared, but I've got an in progress portrait of the menace herself. Slowly making this a finished piece. I've just got a base skin color down for now haha
Tagging @mareenavee @paraparadigm @changelingsandothernonsense @thequeenofthewinter @thana-topsy @elfinismsarts @snippetsrus and anyone else who wants to participate!
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friend-of-giants · 8 months
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Sentence Snippet Thing
Tagged by the besties @wildhexe and @boethiahspillowbook! Thank you! Tagging @elfinismsarts @thequeenofthewinter @archangelsunited. Not sure who else to call out but if you see this, consider yourself tagged!
A brief scene of Talen-Jei being a dear, a confused Wren, and an attempt at writing about food lmao.
“Your dinner, friend.” A husky voice startled her, and Wren turned to see Talen-Jei standing at the tableside with a platter in his hand, which he carefully sat before her. She eyed the food excitedly, especially the centerpiece of grilled salmon with its skin still on and charred nearly black. In life it had swam the rivers and lakes of the Rift, but now it called a puddle of honey-pepper glaze its home. There was even enough extra sauce on the plate to mix in with the potatoes and dip her bread in.
With her stomach growling eagerly for the feast laid before her, Wren reached into her pockets for some coin, but a dismissive wave of Talen’s hand caught her attention.
“A kind soul has already paid for your meal, keep your coin.”
“Huh?” Her somewhat pleasant outlook soured suddenly, and she glanced around the tavern to see if maybe Teldryn had followed her in and bought her meal in hopes to make her feel better—but she didn’t see him anywhere. “Who did this?”
Talen shrugged. “Didn’t catch his name. Some Khajiiti fellow, said he owes you.”
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friend-of-giants · 6 months
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WIP Whenever
Happy Thursday! I have been tagged by the lovely @elfinismsarts @wildhexe @boethiahspillowbook (there is a special line in here inspired by our talks 😉) and @thana-topsy to post a WIP snippet. It has been a long while since I've shared anything or even had the oomph to do any writing, but I've once again got the wind in my sails!
Tagging @umbracirrus @v1ctory-or-sovngarde @katastronoot @vivifriend @thequeenofthewinter and anyone else who sees and wants to participate. Art and writing WIPs both count!
From an upcoming chapter of Ascent from the Ashes
She had just stepped into her other slipper when a sudden, scolding voice caused her to startle.
“Where do you think you’re going? You need to stay in bed."
Teldryn had appeared in the stairway from the basement, apparently having climbed them silently since Wren hadn't heard any footsteps or the usual creaking of stairs. His lips were curled into a sneer of mild annoyance, but his eyes showed nothing but concern.
All Wren could manage was a scathing eye roll as she turned away from him and headed to the door. Her thigh continued to burn steadily, the discomfort causing her jaw to clench. The pain in her leg was already driving her mad, the last thing she wanted was to deal with Teldryn on top of this.
"Azura's sake, Wren, you shouldn't be up at all!" His tone was tense with worry. "Maramal said you need to rest for at least-"
"Maramal can shove it up his ass!" Heat spread across her cheeks as the words flew out, and she felt her heart begin to pound more fiercely, even moreso when she turned around to see that he hadn't put on a shirt quite yet. Though she tried to stop herself, her gaze was immediately drawn to his bare chest, to the patch of hair that she found herself wanting to run her fingers through. Badly. She swallowed hard. "I'm going out."
Teldryn grinned, a response that she certainly wasn't expecting. She wanted to wipe that smug look right off his fucking face.
"Is that so, outlander? Tell me, how far do you think you'll get before you fall flat on your arse?" He pointed at her leg, as if he thought she may have forgotten about her injury. "You're going to get hurt out there, just please, stay in bed. You need to take it easy."
"I am going out whether you like it or not," she snapped petulantly, then turned away and reached for the doorhandle.
"Then I'm going with you."
"Like hell you are!"
"What are you going to do, outrun me?" He let out a raspy, wheezing cackle that made her face grow even hotter. "Sera, you couldn't outrun a one-legged guar right now. Either I'm coming with, or with Azura as my witness I will carry you back to your bed."
Whatever response she had ready died in her throat, and with all of her willpower she swallowed her pride. "Fine, you can come along. Just go put on a shirt, please."
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friend-of-giants · 8 months
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WIP Whenever
Both @boethiahspillowbook and @thequeenofthewinter tagged me for sharing a WIP! Going to tag @wildhexe @elfinismsarts @vivifriend @thana-topsy @archangelsunited and whoever else wants to participate, consider yourself tagged.
Miraculously I have something to share. At lunch today, I rewrote the beginning of a chapter and am digging what I've come up with. The following paragraph quickly devolves into some painful introspection, so while this seems like a nice little moment for the Dragonborn, it doesn't continue as such.
And for anyone wondering, this is a location from a mod lol
It was as if a cloud had fallen from the heavens and grown a mind of its own, a thick blanket of white mist hovering lazily above the forest floor. Thin fingers of steam reached outward and wove through the surrounding undergrowth. Wildlife was scarce in this tiny pocket of the Rift, a few minutes walk off the road just to the southwest of Lake Honrich. Searing hot water had burst forth from a small fissure in the earth, filling a depression in the ground that was no more than twenty feet across, and only a few feet at its deepest point. The newly erupted spring and the deadly heat it emitted may well have scared off most living things.
The spring was quite new, having formed within the last year or so, and most people didn't know of its existence and continued visiting the well-established springs that dotted the valley of Eastmarch just a few day's ride to the north. But Wren had stumbled upon this place one day after veering off the road to avoid a bear, and had made note of where the secluded area was in hopes to visit it again. And she did just that, stopping by several times to bathe or simply get away from her routine life. Not once had she ever run into anyone else at this location, and today, as she tied her horse off to a tree a safe distance from the scalding waters, found that it was once again empty.
The steam over the spring itself was incredibly thick and opaque, so much that the surface of the water could hardly be seen. After one last glance around to be sure she was alone, Wren laid her weapons on the ground and began to undress. Her clothes fell into a pile at her feet and she stepped forward to test the waters with her foot. Near painful heat flashed across her skin for the briefest of moments, then faded to a steady burn that put a smile on her face. It was nearly hot enough to cook a man alive, but to a Dunmer with dragon’s blood, it was nothing short of perfect.
She slipped into the springs and with a sigh of relief, leaned back against the edge of the pool and looked up to the heavens. The steam around her created the illusion of being in the clouds, and she wished for a moment to float among them, far above the world and its troubles. The heat soon fully enveloped her. It seeped through her skin and into her bones, coursed through her veins, burned away aches she didn't know she had. As her body began to go limp, so did her mind, and she allowed it to wander.
I should buy this piece of land from the Jarl and build a house upon it, she thought with a grin. The mere idea of having a private hot spring was exhilarating. The Eastmarch springs were often crowded and littered with forgotten belongings, not to mention how many weary travelers had taken a piss (or worse, a shit) in those waters. That would never be the case here if she owned it. Only her and Teldryn, she supposed, would be allowed in it.
Gods, how he would love this place.
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