#Bostoniangirl21

[ronkeyroo]

Stupid prompt idea: au where vilkas uses eyeglasses when he reads. Phd grumpy wolf

(induce serotonin for us going through final tests hell ;_;)

I gotchu fam 📚🤓

#Skyrim art shenanigans #Vilkas #Vilkas skyrim #skyrim #TES #The companions #LMAO #THE BOOK #I had artistic liberty and I chose omegaverse sorry not sorry #look at that NERD #i want to bully him #Anything for you my beloved friend #Bostoniangirl21

[juleteon]

@bostoniangirl21 Here’s your assigned Chocobo >:} 

Butter is a young and energetic fella, due to an injured wing he doesn’t glide as well as other chocobos but he makes up for it with his eagerness, affection and speed. Being young and a tad smaller, his swiftness is unmatched - just like his apatite. Will have zoomies, but also loves hugs and kisses on his beak. A loyal companion that will stick by you through fire and ice!

#chocobo #sketch #bostoniangirl21 #This was fun! >:D #Juleteon Art

[draconicocelot]

🙊

seriously oct, you should share more of your art, the ideas you bring to the table are *cheffs kiss* 💜

🥹 you are too kind, nani

If I can build up the confidence and beat back the guilt maybe I shall

🙊 Share your latest silly doodle with no context

Well I haven’t been drawing much lately other than making holiday gifts for others when I can, but I can share my most recent art of my Plague Tale oc, Owain Ryner, in his mutated rat-werewolf form (it’s a long story skhdjd, but I love him very much). He is a very grumpy and sassy human who was experimented on after going against orders he was given by the Inquisition who loves his bf Arnaud Malpart very much

#draconic answers #bostoniangirl21 #thank you so much for your kindness ✨💛 #plague tale requiem #oc: owain ryner #draconic draws

[hotnhowling]

Square up moonlight! Display your latest WIP/complete art 😎

Im workin on it! ~

👀

#Oh my friend.... #i am both ecstatic and terrified #but alas this its time for our self indulgence to shine #bostoniangirl21 #Replies #eheheheh

[thequeenofthewinter]

Work-in-Progress Wednesday

Khajiit has words if you have the attention span. Come take a look.

(Honestly, WIP Wednesday is the only thing keeping me writing at the moment. My life has been chaos.)

Tagging: @oblivions-dawn @dirty-bosmer @skyrim-forever @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @vivifriend @inkysqueed @your-talos-is-problematic @throughtrialbyfire @sylvienerevarine @bostoniangirl21 @umbracirrus @ladytanithia @theoneandonlysemla

“If you do not try, you will never know.” One of his arms comes up to squeeze her shoulder, pulling her back against his chest. “Besides, I know what you are capable of. We all do. It is a great and terrible burden to carry on one’s conscience, but I also know you are not one to run from what is difficult. Neither of us do.”

She sighs and she leans back into him.“How did you do it?”

It is a simple enough question; however, it holds a complicated answer. “I do not know if I am honest. Only that I continued on one day at a time. However, it got easier at some point.”

“When?” Her eyes sparkle with hope as she looks up at him.

“After you walked into my life.”

She shakes her head at him. “Because it is your birthday, I am going to allow you to tell me pretty lies.”

“Perhaps it sounds cliché, but it is true. Life became easier once you were beside me.”

“More like pushing you like a stubborn goat up a mountain, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

Ulfric chuckles as he presses a kiss to her temple and moves to the wardrobe. “We will continue on together, and you may lean on me for whatever strength I have left.” He reaches up his hands to massage his temples. He can already feel the headache there pounding behind his eyes with what is to come. “I am not sure what I will have left after dealing with Lord Corolius and the council this morning.”

“I’d quite like to Shout him off the top of a mountain.”

“And I would love nothing more than to see that, but unfortunately, he is an integral part of the council.”

Dahlia’s brows furrow into a scowl. The last time she had the displeasure of interacting with Levus, they had gotten into an argument. Typical. However, she knows that Ulfric has played the game of politics almost as if from the cradle, and she trusts his judgement more than anyone. “Would you like me to accompany you?”

#skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #ulfric stormcloak #dahlia wintersnow #ulfric x dragonborn #winter writes #wip wednesday

[dirty-bosmer]

Wip Wednesday

Was tagged many weeks ago by many people. Thank you, friends <3 Let's see what you have this week: @skyrim-forever @thequeenofthewinter @elavoria @atypicalacademic @gilgamish @kookaburra1701 @tallmatcha @nuwanders @lucien-lachance @ladytanithia @saltymaplesyrup @miraakulous-cloud-district @sheirukitriesfandom @bostoniangirl21 @throughtrialbyfire

From chapter 6 of my Skyrim necromancer fic, Slither and Writhe:

Sylawen dreamed of a meadow and the spring smell of young grass, sunlight pouring through a white hole in the sky, around it only blue. She dreamed of home or something like it, something closer to it than the manor she’d left behind in Cyrodiil, and though it didn’t take on shape the way walls did in the waking world, she could feel it all around her, a swaddling presence, the air abuzz with the heady warmth of being wanted. Here, home was an open door and a hearth full of sweet cedar. It was gentle heat, the kind that nurtured and brought new life into being. Here, Sylawen felt its comfort like the delicate squeeze of a hand-hold, wordless in its confirmation that her life was interlaced with someone else's. How she wished to lose herself in it, to let her edges fade away, to dissolve and be carried off to whatever heights warm air rose to before it was scattered to the winds and pulled down to fill the lungs of someone who wasn't her. But like all other good things in Sylawen’s life, the dream was violently wrenched from her. She awoke to a calloused hand on her shoulder and the acrid smell of stale piss emanating from the basement corner where, predictably, she’d not been afforded the luxury of a bucket.  “Gah!” Sylawen reached out desperately for her bone and prepared to jab it blindly upward before she recognized the rough-hewn face of her captor. “Wh-what the fuck, Thrynn? Come to steal my restful night of sleep too?” Thrynn was a dark mass half-shadowed in the lantern light. “Where is it?” he growled, and even in this dimness, she could see his bruises, a purple blotch at the jaw, his right eye so swollen it was shut. Sylawen resisted the urge to gasp. If Garthek had done this to one of his own men, surely she should expect a treatment much worse. “Well, well,” she said, swallowing her fear. “Don’t you look like right shit today.”

#wip wednesday #slither and writhe #these two are in for such an adventure I cannot wait #sonny writes #skyrim fic

[thelavenderelf]

WIP WEDNESDAY!!! (Part 1)

Finally in time for WIP Wednesday!!! This is part 1 of my WIP Wednesday because I'm feeling generous. And I'm finally finished with this damn semester of college!!! (It was so stressful and I had multiple breakdowns) SO a wip of Unstable will be shared in a few ;D But in the meantime, please enjoy these current art wip of Sylvana and Durneviir!!!!! They're besties <3

Annnnd I tag @miraakulous-cloud-district , @bostoniangirl21 , @oblivions-dawn , @blossom-adventures , @friend-of-giants , @thequeenofthewinter for WIP Wednesday!!!!! (And anyone who is reading this! please tag me though because I wanna see what you're working on!) Of course, don't feel pressured!!

#It's wednesday right? #I only ask cause timezones are weird #wip #wip wednesday #my art #sketches #skyrim #durnehviir #oc: sylvana

[blossom-adventures]

Soppy post incoming! 😅😆

Today is my 1 year Writerversary!

I’ve been sharing my writing publicly on AO3 for a whole year! Which is absolutely insane to warp my head around! In the last year I have achieved so much and I honestly don’t think I could have done it without the friends I’ve made because of my writing!

Before I started sharing my writing, I was alone, with only immediate family to socialise with, but since posting my writing on Tumblr and AO3 I have made so many friends! And it’s because of those friendships that I kept writing and kept sharing!

Commissions by SneaksandSweets

I know I haven’t been as active over the last few months with writing, but I plan to change that, my goal is to get back to regularly posting stories, whether it’s part of one of my long fics (Far Horizons & Ancient Stones, The Blood Prophecy, A Tall Glass of Red Wine or Guard and Glaive) or one of my Bad Things Happen Bingo Prompts, a monthly writing event or just a random One Shot story.

Art by TheLavenderElf

It is my hope that I am able to share some sort of writing at least once a week because it is my goal in celebration of this milestone that I will be able to balance my time better in the future, which has always been a personal problem for me!

I am determined and hopeful that I will be getting back to regular writing schedules soon!

Art by thequeenofthewinter

And of course I wouldn’t have been able to get to this milestone without the support of everyone here! You have supported me through the best times and the worst and I couldn’t have done this without you all!

Art by CrysDrawsThings and Matri4rch

I’d like to take this opportunity to tag a few people, who have been there for me! For being someone I could talk to about anything, screaming about our personal Headcanons over a discord conversation, making amazing art of my characters, or introducing me to a whole new fandom, it’s because of you all that I’m here and I’m still sharing my writing, so, thank you! 💙🌸🫂☺️

@thequeenofthewinter @oblivions-dawn @hauntedadagium @seradyn @savage-rhi @crysdrawsthings @matri4rch @thelavenderelf @sneaksandsweets @andywinter16 @data-hex @amarabliss @awlwren @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @bostoniangirl21 @cheeseandstrawberrytartlover @average-crazy-fangirl @sylvienerevarine @wispstalk @ticklemycucumber

Art by Amarabliss

You guys… are the best

☺️💙🌸🫂

#blossom rambles #love you all 💙🌸 #blossom’s writing #skyrim #ffxv #blossom’s OCs

[oblivions-dawn]

Through the Cracks Lies a Painting

HEJ HEJ GAYS YOU KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS!! THAT'S RIGHT IT'S WIP WEDNESDAY LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO Sniping @yewphoric @thequeenofthewinter @umbracirrus @blossom-adventures @bostoniangirl21 @kookaburra1701 @matri4rch @stormbeyondreality @avantegarda AND YOU. POINTS. To share your lovely beautiful gorgeous WIPs~ No pressure of course uwu <33 Still making very slow progress on my chapter . . . however. WE'RE GETTING THERE. And this moment of Serana is simply too serene and beautiful to not share, like a wistful painting. It's a rare moment from our favourite angry redhead too and I'm losing my mind over it. Truly, my Evil PlansTM are just going to cut that much deeper. ENJOY THIS WHILE YOU STILL CAN <3333

Vigdis abruptly stood up and departed the dining hall. When she stepped into the rotunda to check for any sign of the persimmon-eyed vampire, she paused.

Serana sat precariously on the stone edge that lined the rounded walls on the other side, her left leg propped up and a book pressed against her thigh, her pale fingers splayed across the open pages. Her other leg draped down so that her boot rested on the floor, motionless. Her head was tilted towards the wall, and the back of her free hand absentmindedly brushed against her pale lips as her eyes darted back and forth, completely engrossed in the story before her.

Vigdis folded her arms and casually leaned against the archway with a soft, amused huff. She supposed she should’ve expected to find her like this, tucked away and lost in a book. Yet the hunter was reluctant to call her name; to rip her away from a rare moment of peaceful serenity.

She exhaled slowly as a familiar pessimistic dread sunk its sharp claws into her already heavy shoulders. Reality would always come to shatter that blissful dream, whether she wanted it to or not.

Her mouth parted too easily.

“Serana.”

#Senu Dialogue #Senu's Writing #Skyrim fanfiction #Skyrim OC #Vigdis #Serana #Serana Volkihar #SCREAMING DYING YEARNING. LESBIAN 100 #JUST FUCKING KISS ALREADY YOU STUPID MORONS!! Or don't actually because the world isn't prepared for my plans #Okay now it's time for me to run and hide so I can lose my mind and write some more HEHE

[wildhexe]

WIP Wednesday

Hallo Freunde! Finally back from my month long hiatus. Heres a little snippet I can share with you guys in Vilkas' POV. Really hard in this chapter to not accidentally dish out a spoiler.

Tagged by @mareenavee @elfinismsarts @thana-topsy @boethiahspillowbook & @lucien-lachance - Thanks friends!

Tagging @friend-of-giants, @thequeenofthewinter, @umbracirrus, @arisenlicious , @v1ctory-or-sovngarde , @bostoniangirl21 <3

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It was peaceful for the time being until he heard a familiar bark just outside the Inn. Bran. Gently easing himself off of the bed as to not wake her from her slumber, he quickly tossed on his armor and made his way outside. The sky was still illuminated by the moons, casting a glow upon Morthal. Bran, who seemed more than happy to see him, began to run around him in circles before grabbing at his hand to pull him towards the direction behind the inn.

"What is it boy?"

"Woof!" Bran barked once before letting go and fully expecting Vilkas to follow suit. He had to stretch his muscles a bit before jogging after the husky, his interest now peaked as he trotted up the hill back towards their meeting place. Once up the hill, the husky pawed at the ground where Laelette had been slain; completely empty and void of all sign of life save for a single war axe - a Dawnguard war axe. Vilkas reached down to pick it up, inspecting it as it shimmered in his hand for a mere moment, the warmth it radiated quite powerful.

"Sun enchantment." Shaking his head sadly, he had now realized that she was still too stubborn to get rid of a weapon that could pose a threat to her very existence.

#wip wednesday #skyrim #caterina motierre #vilkas #fanfiction #writings #vilkat #cursed dawn

[bougainvillea-and-saltwater]

WIP Wednesday! (insert meme: it's been 84 years...)

Hello! I think I've neglected these beautiful WIP tag games as of late, so I took the chance, after being tagged by the lovelies @bostoniangirl21 and @miraakulous-cloud-district (thank you both so much!🧡), to share a bit of CH20 of The Priest and the Dragoness (I'm seriously thinking of changing the title of my fic, so if someone wants to give me their opinion about this Cursed Thought™, I'll gladly take it!). Also, the beloved @miraakulous-cloud-district had the idea of making this WIP combo with a picrew of ocs! I'm so excited to share! 😍

Tonight, in that dream, she does not see the precious faces of her dear mother and father she always recognized even if she never knew them or touched them or kissed them in the waking world, nor does she hear the rough but heartwarming voice of her wise old wolf, Kodlak Whitemane.  She does not dream of Vilkas and Farkas’ affectionate fraternal teasing, the tender motherly sternness of Aela, nor does she blend her youthful voice with Whiterun’s liveliness during the New Life Festival, in its songs, dances, feasts, in Magnus’ slow return to Nirn. She sees neither the darkness, the shackles, the rot of Northwatch Keep, nor even senses Caranthir’s breath chilling the back of her neck.  Sometimes, Jia dreams of herself as a dragon. She falls to her weak, human knees, weeps and screams without voice, only to feel her spine crack lengthwise and then split in half like the shell of an egg, as the acrid stench of seething, ripped-out flesh engulfs her like a firestorm, dominates her from head to toe. And then, she sees her two blood-leaking wings spreading through her shadow, and she takes flight, and she brings debris and death.  But tonight, in that dream, she is not a fire-breathing, blood-raining wyrm. In that dream, she is a bird, a swallow, and behind her soft, feathery wings, she knows a delicate shaft of the warmest, most pristine sunlight dovetails with her close behind, creating technicolor colorings upon her lustrous plumage; and from beneath her small-boned body, she sows springs and summers, meadows and groves, all with a single wingstroke.  In that dream, she flies towards a colossal tree. Though suddenly her flight grows swift, erratic, hopeless, so much as one would wonder how a swallow’s flickering little heart can withstand this kind of fear and despair. For this tree that she hunts with time’s passing, is not for nesting and is barren of verdure or fruit in spite of the spring-bearer’s sight; this is an unearthly shade of dark, black wood, of twisting, writhing branches as if they are coming to life, haunted, rotten to the roots and even beyond those, like—  Like a hanged man’s tree. “Sleep,” Miraak tells her, when she startles awake, in a whisper drawn out of the loveliest lullaby, as though he is, too, tethered between reality and a dream, his caressing fingers blindly running up and down her back. “It was just a dream.” They are never just dreams, the words her brain pushes to speak aloud, but her eyes close again, and she’s plunging into a vision that she may not remember come morning.

Now for the lovely picrew!

OH but of course I would make not only Jia but her Miraak too, what do you mean... 😇

I'm tagging some people with the hope I'm not bothering them, so absolutely no pressure for this! Still, it'd be wonderful to see your creations, whichever they are! 🥰 @blossom-adventures, @sothas, @prettytamagnii, @illumiera, @kiir-do-faal-rahhe, @thequeenofthewinter, @ruskycreations

#look. i'm in my “hunger games” era #so 'the hanged man's tree' line is a reference to the song “the hanging tree” sung by katniss and lucy gray in their respective movies...👀 #miraak #oc: jia #the priest and the dragoness #otp: twin flames #my writing #tesblr

[ronkeyroo]

TALK SHIT GET HIT (With a broom!!!!!!!!!!!!) 🧹 🧹 🧹

 Birthday gift for one of my dearest friends, @bostoniangirl21 !!! ✨ Anneberry givin’ Vilkas The Broom and being the most ridiculous, beloved duo I know ♥

#My sunshine queen I was ridiculously limited with my tools having sketched that out on a hospital bed ;_; But im so glad I at least got to #do something for you... #I wish I could afford a sooner time to post this #I wrote you a birthday wish letter to go alongside this gift which Ill send you privately once I get access back to discord! #In the meantime have this disaster duo #Ill never forget the broom scene #I fucking love them so much #Anneberry #BaTB Fanfic #Vilkas #Giftart #Bostoniangirl21 #Friend shenanigans

[juleteon]

Sweet Roll appreciation post! 

#Bostoniangirl21 #Thank you for coming to my stream! It's been so so lovely having you around! #Ayner praising the little fox for her thievery skills ♥ >:} #Sketch

[draconicocelot]

Idk about greedfall, but let's give Eleanor and Sashi some minty chocolate ice cream 👀

Mint chocolate chip: Do they have any pet peeves?

Eleanor: Definitely skdhjd. Despite being very professional and cool under pressure, she does get silently angry very easily. She is bothered by those who assume they are better than everyone else, and she immediately humbles them by kicking their ass (either verbally or physically if needed skdjs). Basically her pet peeve is stupid people XDD

Sashi: While he is a very humble lad who doesn’t get angry easily, injustice reeeeeally sets him off. If he sees someone getting picked on or ganged up on he will immediately spring into action to stop it. This is why he treats everyone equally until they give him a reason to treat them differently. He doesn’t automatically assume anything about those he meets, but if they make a comment about him being a khajiit in a negative manner, the “peeved ears™️” come out (like the cat below skdjs) and he formulates responses accordingly. He doesn’t take personal offense to those insulting him because he is a khajiit, but he knows how that person treats others who are different, and that is his pet peeve.

#draconic answers #bostoniangirl21 #oc: eleanor de sardet #oc: ra’sahashi sallaman #tysm nani!!! 💛

[miraakulous-cloud-district]

This was supposed to be a fun Valentine's day tag game, but alas, I hadn't had the time to do it until now. Anyway, I found these cute make-your-ship games and I thought what better way to see what my friend's ships are than to make this tag game!

Doing this for WYGTYA and HOTHS, I'm gonna ramble about my ships from my fics for a little bit because I love them, but first, I'm tagging: @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @kiir-do-faal-rahhe @illumiera @thelavenderelf @dirty-bosmer @sheirukitriesfandom @bostoniangirl21 @nerevar-quote-and-star only if y'all want to, of course!💖 Also, to whoever else sees this and wished to participate, consider yourself tagged (and tag me in your post, I want to see everyone's ships!)

The links are as follows: F/M F/F M/M

First off, since WYGTYA was the first fic I started posting, it's only fair to start with the ships from there!

One the left, we have the Ravvyraak! She's making Miraak hold her lute because she wants to get another fancy goblet of booze, of course. She's probably teasing him and calling him a lightweight.

And on the right, we have Rumcurio! I haven't picked a background because I can really see Rumarin and Marcurio sneaking off into a dark corner to make out :)))) Maybe both ships are at the same party.

Do Fenrik/Miraak and Rumarin have the same haircut? Yes, but consider this: they got ready for the party together because they're besties, and ever since Chapter 10, Rumarin wants Fenrik to always braid his hair.

And here's a little bonus! My Nerevarine (the red-haired one) and her girlfriend, who is a great-aunt (adoptive) of Ravonna! She is the one who brought a literal emerald bar for the Tavern when the family business started in Blacklight, thus giving it the name "The Emerald Bar"! Aaaand, Ravvy's adoptive dad named her after this woman! I can never have enough Ravonnas, underused name tbh.

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And now for the pirates that are rotting my brain (SPOILER WARNING FOR THE HOTHS SHIPS, I guess)

In order of appearance, we first have Rhaim, everyone's favourite werewolf, with Edward, this annoyingly competitive Nord that's really good at cooking and throwing knives. (the apple is a reference to a dumb line of dialogue that Rhaim says in the upcoming chapter!)

Up next we have Rajeena, skilled warrior, very well-trained, is used to the pirate life, and the crazy Breton named Iresette, who just got a taste of freedom and she realized that she's been starved of it for all her life. (These two haven't appeared yet, but the brainrot is too strong not to include them here)

I know this next one is basically the first ship that appears in HOTHS, but it's not really a canon ship and this is all I'll say on the matter. The redhead is Anne, the voice of reason, endlessly loyal to the woman who introduced her to piracy, which is none other than the captain herself, Signe! WYGTYA readers already know how important Signe is for the plot and which iconic Skyrim NPC she secretly is ;) ALSO, THE ONE-EYED CHARACTER DESIGN IS NOW MY FAVE SIGNE TRAIT!

#wygtya #hoths #tag game

[thequeenofthewinter]

Work-in-Progress Wednesday

On this day's edition of WIPsday, I give you...Ralof.

Tagging some friends: @oblivions-dawn @dirty-bosmer @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @bostoniangirl21 @umbracirrus @arisenlicious @skyrim-forever @changelingsandothernonsense @tallmatcha @gilgamish @vivifriend @your-talos-is-problematic @throughtrialbyfire @ladytanithia. No pressure but I would love to see what you've got! :)

Being out in the wilderness of Skyrim brings with it a certain calm and familiarity that Ralof relishes despite his exhaustion. All around him late-summer crickets chirp as cicadas buzz their farewell song through the dark backdrop of the verdant forests in-between Whiterun and Hjaalmarch, and he takes in a minute to breathe the lush scent of leaves and pine—the last such moment he will have before chilly autumn sinks its claws into most of the landscape. 

While the cold is a part of his Nordic heritage—something that most here are accustomed to—, there is a certain stillness which he appreciates in this in-between space before the season turns over her new leaves to don an attire of vibrant, fiery oranges and deep-bleeding crimsons.

Ralof takes another bite of the danish in his hands, bits of the flaky confection unfortunately falling from his fingers and onto the ground. How Dahlia ever got the pastry into his bag he will never know. Perhaps it is a new skill which she has acquired since motherhood, and he had to shake his head and smile when he found it along with a small attached note in his bag.

Take care of yourself, Ralof, and may Mara and Talos watch over you through your travels. Come back to us as soon as you can.

Short and sweet, much like the danish he just polished off, the note brings a warm feeling to his chest despite its brevity. He is ready to do what he has been asked despite the tired itching behind his eyelids.

Over the last few months, he has traveled and learned more than he had ever dreamed he would in this lifetime. It is as much a blessing as it is a curse he would say. Far flung colorful cities dance through his dreams, perfumed air of cardamom and cinnamon along with the tang of citrus floating on his tongue. However, not all of it is sunshine and spice. At the same time, he can still feel the grating irritation of sand between his eyelashes with every blink—even if he has washed them countless times between his leaving the endless desert until now. The sensation haunts him much like the illusive elf he is currently following.

#skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #ralof #dahlia wintersnow #winter writes #wip wednesday