#matcha scribbles
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.
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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.
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I know it’s the season to be jolly, but I’m a year-round Halloween kind of person. Here’s the opening of Chapter 1 of my Reach horror fic :)
Tagging these excellent writers: @captainmarkarth@translimen@jjgremlinson @expended-sleeper&@memaidraws - no pressure!
Long after the events of Skyrim, a dying Einarth reflects on the fatal misjudgment that led him to High Hrothgar.
I miss my voice as one might miss a limb. I am not quite whole without it. When I had it, I never put it to good use. I have served the world better this way, and I did not come here to be made complete.
Even before I made my vows, I knew that silence was beautiful—lonely, but beautiful. I have never known the two to live apart. So it wasn’t a sacrifice when I left home to live and die at the Throat of the World. I came here to better love my lifelong companion. In silence, there is solace. I am welcome. I am safe.
I defy my vow by writing this. But have I not served well, and faithfully? My tongue is all but severed. I have lived longer than Men were meant to. My Voice has been made into a weapon I cannot use. I am a vessel, a conduit. There is so little of me left.
Brothers, if you ever felt love for me in all our soundless, hallowed years, if that one human thing has not been taken from us, too, then I beg you to indulge me.
The hardest thing to give up wasn’t the sound of my own voice, the sight of my own face, or the warmth of another living being. It wasn’t the blue sky in the morning, or the steady roar of the river at night. It was the color green—the verdant flush of the Reach in full bloom swallowing the valley whole, and me along with it.
I can still see it in my mind. The mountain flowers turn sunward. The birds swoop low and skim the grass. The valley sings.
You must listen for it. It is not something you happen to hear. You must anticipate it, and expect it.
But you must never sing back.
Krosis is still unpublished, but if you’re here from the Reach fanfic tags, I highly recommend Lost and Found by cosmikazeandRat King by wanda von dunayev!
Honored to be tagged by the incredible @expended-sleeper, who wrote an exceptionalSkyrim fic calledFar From Ourselves!
Passing the writing vibes on: paging @whatsarasaid@captainmarkarth@darklight-tower&@sneezewizard. Zero pressure, friends <3
Law of Causality (working title) - Elden Ring
Darian bolts upright, gasping and covered in cold sweat.
The church is disorientingly bright. Their campfire is still going strong, and a sliver of grace glows steadily at the center of the room. He fixates on it, hoping to draw from its strength. It doesn’t so much as flicker in sympathy.The night beyond is black and empty, devoid of stars. Not even the wind moves. He can hear wolves somewhere in the distance, but he knows they won’t dare cross into the light of grace. It’s as if the world has ceased to be. He closes his eyes, draws in a long, deep breath, and sends a prayer across the impenetrable dark.
