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Ozzy, they/them, 20s
art and writing blog, mainly for the Elder Scrolls, sometimes for other fandoms
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your name is familiar to me. by chance are you part of the r/oblivion discord server? i used to be active there a year ago
Yeah that’s me lol. I’ve been there since 2024 when I first got into Oblivion, then became one of the many new minimods when the Remaster came out and the staff team needed help with moderation (I think something like 3 or 4 thousand new members joined within the span of a couple months?).
After the hype died down I turned in my minimod role and have been a casual member since. I still hang around, I’m just a little less active.
Hi hi !!! I think i actually wanna participate this time around :3 thank you to @vizhionary @laurent-hate-club @ego-osbourne and @sredniowieczny-wampir for tagging me over the last uh year or so for
Wip Wednesdayy
Heres a pinup wip for am'tajeta (blue moon is out so im magically able to do digital sketches) and a close up wip of my final mural YIPPEE !
Okay really funny I was trying to schedule this one last night but since it had the automated content warning I was like “well fuck nobody is going to see it.” So I posted it at 3am with minimal tags and the intention to post the censored version Friday that would link back to this one.
But uh. I just woke up. And people definitely saw this one lol. I truly do not know how tumblr’s algorithm works
Friday you’ll see a duplicate post with an extra image, my bad
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I've mostly been doing new character designs this past bit, so here is my current in progress drawing of a yet unnamed oc, and some initial headshots (+my pfp) of Vesper, the son of Gwynvereth and spectral assassin Lucien Lachance (don't think about to too hard........)
Teeechnically not WIP anymore since I posted the chapter yesterday, but it sure is a Wednesday :)
Got tagged last week by @ego-osbourne, @mareenavee, and @chiqita! Thank you all <3
Forwarding to @sulphuricgrin, @kookaburra1701, @skyrim-forever, @trickstarbrave, @paraparadigm, @gilgamish, @dead-finches, @dirty-bosmer, @truth-01001001-liar, and whoever else likes their dragon gods nice and fucked up.
Today on the docket: Serana encounters Alduin for the first time :)
Fragment length: 694 words.
She was outside, sitting at the edge of the courtyard as the sun shone the last of its few daylight hours over the Karthspire. Tap-tap, tap. Somewhere behind her, Erik was still trying to practice the flourish that lost him three separate spars, drumming away at the dummy’s wooden sword with drilled motions while Esbern gave him pointers: short edge up to receive, rotate the wrist, down to overtake, forward and repeat. Tap-tap. Short edge up, rotate the wrist, long edge down, point forward and repeat. Serana knew in her heart she could not repeat the motions if given the chance. She knew them by rote just from listening to him mutter.
Tap, tap. A sigh.
Serana lifted her head and let her gaze fall forward without aim. She was afraid of heights. She never had to think about this information until half a year ago - not that she would have had many chances to find out in the first place. It was… odd. Feeling her legs dangle down, with nothing underneath. The way her gaze instinctively stopped just shy of the edge, and a pit opened up in her stomach at the mere suggestion of moving it even an inch further. Tap, tap-tap, tap.
She didn’t know why she picked this place to sit over all the others. It was not conducive to thought. It did nothing but distract every time her brain short-circuited into awareness, forcing her to lull it back to sleep. Tap, tap, tap. A pointless little exercise in sanity.
But it did feel strangely nice to let her legs hang off the edge. Tap, tap. Feeling the wind in her hair. It was colder now than it had been before. Erik would have to go indoors soon. Esbern certainly would. Tap. She wondered who would be making dinner today.
Tap, tap, tap.
It was cold.
Serana’s hand went still, and she lifted her gaze off the distant ground up at the sky. She hadn’t realized the sun had disappeared until she saw the metal-gray clouds staring back at her, a steel screen stretching up to the horizon, and the first flake of snow landed silently on the open page. With a small sound, the journal clapped shut with the pencil tucked between its pages. Serana furrowed her brows. She liked to believe she could trust her memory - within reason - but she could have sworn the clouds were not so near just a short while ago…
They were not staying still.
With alarmed haste, Serana scrambled back up to her feet and peeled her eyes into the distance as the clouded curtain overhead stretched impossibly onwards, as if pulled along by some invisible force through its weft. There was no wind, she could feel it - and yet forward they went, nebulous waveforms tearing at the fibers, tearing up, twine spun around an invisible spool that tugged them down, down, ever down towards the blackened scenery where the sky itself hung above like an opaque shadow. Her gaze narrowed; even a vampire’s vision was not without limits, but if she focused - really, really focused - she could have sworn the clouds were practically… collecting, far above a distant hill.
A single drop of ink fell down from them, and Serana felt like the back of her brain had been tenderly skewered.
She didn’t scream. She didn’t even make a sound. Only stood there, mouth open like a fish out of water, aware, suddenly and horrifyingly aware of a palpable lack where ventilatory reflex ought to be. Her diaphragm stuttered with imbecile contractions, static coursing through the inside of her ribs, the contents of her occital lobe leaking like brine through sand. Her thoughts broke.
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I think everytime Miraak tried to escape in any way he could, he always ended back up on Apocrypha’s lukewarm oceans. No matter what, he faced the vastness of his prison
Shout out to @theelderpngs for their amazing eso screenshots. Such a great resource for this piece
The third and final piece I did while I was away was one of Muruk Tah-Mah the Bog Necromancer, also simply known as "Bogmancer."
This character has existed for a while but I've never talked about them here so I will now rectify this mistake and give a little rundown of what Bogmancer's deal is.
As you can probably already tell from the design, Muruk is a lich who is proficient in the art of necromancy. They call the swamps of Hjaalmarch, Skyrim their home. They also maintain a cult of bog zombies that is dedicated to bringing Muruk living mortals so they can consume their -what Bogmancer calls- "magical essence"; they need said essence to maintain their form and to prevent their soul from going to the afterlife. Muruk embraces their role as an undead cult leader and leans into being comically evil, but never at the sacrifice of being a terrifying foe to come across.
When speaking, Muruk's voice may change mid-coversation. This is because they are genderfluid, and depending on how they identify in the moment their physical form will shift as well as their voice. In the voice's case specifically, the voice of Muruk's current identity will sound as if it were directly coming from them, while the voices corresponding to their other identities will sound distant and ghostly. For an example of how this would sound, listen to the ending of If Eternity Should Fail by Iron Maiden.
(That's right, you're getting 2 back to back Iron Maiden references. I just think their music great and that they're a goated band.)
Bonus fun fact: Muruk got their name from the Nigel & Marmalade episode where Nigel tries baking a cake using a Hell portal.
and now to post for pleasure of tumblr as well - artfight attack on @jaypilledsquared ! at first mean to just post sketch , and then simple lineart , and then flat colours ... but lancelin just demand more and more sparkly details XD
thali ( bigender , she/her here ) would only ever appear as duchess of mania to sheogorath , but canon-break is quite in spirit of artfight ! two gay transfem bosmer all dolled up indeed :D
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