Some detail from a WIP of Indrila that I never finished. This was the last thing I did on Clip Studio! It’s actually been so long that my CSP license has since expired lol. I’m thinking about finishing this on Procreate.
This is the first time I’ve done fully-rendered art of these two, and I’m really proud of it. Here’s a tiny snippet from their story, The Book of Ysmir, which I’ve been working on for about two years. I’m finishing the whole fic before I publish. It’s been a labor of love and there’s still a long way to go, but it’s coming along!
The passage below takes place by the Crabber’s Shanty, which might be my favorite location in the game. Hope you like it ❤️
Onmund stared out at the glittering expanse. The row of jagged mountains dividing the horizon made him feel like he was standing inside the mouth of an old, dead god, gazing out at the forever-vastness of heaven—Mundus before Nirn, a black void studded with light, each pinpoint a gate to the plane beyond. He looked up, up, up, and still he saw nothing but layers upon layers of stars retreating into eternity. They reminded him, more than ever, that he was small. A man in a sea of constellations. A blink in time.
Finally finished!! I wasn’t able to stick to just 1 layer, but 4 isn’t half bad :) This was a lot of fun to work on, and I’m extremely happy with how it came out.
This OC doesn’t have a name or a background story, but maybe I’ll write about her someday!
(Done for Day #16 of @jetfuelchoi’sTES Fashiontober challenge. I was going to do #10 originally, but I wasn’t sure if tattoos counted as accessories lol)
Current WIP! This is my take on Vaermina. I’m going to paint over this and draw much neater spines, but I really liked how the flat black & white turned out :)
Posting late, but here’s my final art of 2021 :) The gorgeous F/F original short story that inspired it was written by my extremely talented friend, Mim. Here’s a snippet!
The jar was nearly empty, reeking of moss and roses. Over the priestess’s shoulder, Tamsin caught a glimpse of Jori, twisted around in the pew to watch her. Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips still wet, and the tip of her tongue dabbed at the corner of her mouth, so fast Tamsin thought she’d imagined it at first. She nodded and closed her eyes, shutting out everything but the bitter, floral liquid trickling into her mouth, strong enough to bring tears to her eyes. Her head spun, and she almost spat it out in a moment of panic, but Jori’s face was burned into the backs of her eyelids, watching. Waiting.
There are, of course, timelines in which she and Junpei have relatively normal existences. Sometimes they get married and sometimes they don’t. They’ll have children and grow old together in pleasant houses with gardens. In those lifetimes, he never stops looking at her like the stars shine in her eyes. He’s never given the reasons not to. These happy endings are few and far between. Too many events have to fall in exactly the right place for them to occur. Still, Akane enjoys them just the same as she enjoys her other realities. Given her special abilities, there’s not many opportunities for her to be selfish and indulge in the happiness she experiences with Junpei, content that the world will not collapse in on itself without her intervention. She’ll take what she can get.
Check it out if you love the Elder Scrolls, J’zargo, beautifully written coming-of-age stories, J’zargo, the College of Winterhold, magic, wlw romance, and J’zargo!
Some hands I’ve drawn :] I always dread hands and save them for last, then end up really enjoying them. Knuckles & veins are my favorite parts to render.
Here’s Celemir from my good friend @smeatactular’s incredible fic, Roamer Red! I can’t say enough good things about her writing. Here’s a little snippet:
He doesn’t know how much his life matters to him, having faced battle alone time and time again. A century long passed; he still hasn’t found a purpose for himself in that time. A mercenary who’s lost his way, as the others described him. A roaming knight. More of a vagrant, if you ask me, others said, thinking he couldn’t hear them with his back turned. It’s accurate, though. Maybe, that’s why he’s here on the fringes of the Empire and Tamriel, deep in this temple overlooking half-frozen, ancient seas. Maybe, none of this matters, not anymore.
There’s another phrase that could describe him now, one that speaks to the blood that finds his heart.
3/10: Edited the art to make it lighter. The contrast was better on my iPad lol