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.
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 :)
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
Saved posting this… but here are the disaster lesbians themseves: Brelyna Maryon and Myfanwy Caldevwin for @dumpsterhipster’s fic “A Fistful of Stars” over on A03 ♥
Please read the fic btw, I cannot recommend it enough. If you love cozy coming-of-age stories, WINTERHOLD, mages, magic and idiot babies, this is the fic for you <3 <3
