following all the gemstone birds

Rules: Choose a bird that fits your OC (or blorbo), no matter if it's based on behaviour, looks or pure vibe and tag your friends after to see which fun oc-bird-combos they come up with!

tagged by @theoneandonlysemla thank you! This tag game is perfect for me 🤩 love birds so fucking much. Not sorry for the long list!

Warning: two bird photos have dead prey in them

Lilliandra

Harpy Eagle! it's one of the largest eagles in the world! Visually magnificent, almost regal, but also built to seize and break things. This matches with Lilli's height and her more predatory streak. She's not a delicate songbird; she is a canopy predator with gold eyes and terrifying hands. Their talons are similar in size to a grizzly bear's claws!

This also matches that she has a pet harpy eagle for falconry (that was originally her father's). Which, when it dies, she'll make into a undead familiar. :)

Miraak

Miraak is a hard one for me. I'm stuck between Bearded vulture and Golden eagle.

Bearded Vulture are a severe, solitary, bone-eating mountain bird. It feels right for someone who has survived in a hostile place for far too long. Golden Eagles are also large, solitary birds that are apex predators — just a bit more majestic looking.

Ophelia

Barn Owl! Quiet, strange, observant, soft-looking but eerie. Barn owls feel almost ghostly and I think they fit Ophelia quieter traits: watching from stillness, noticing small movements, being present without being loud. Also, even though it's a predator, it has a softness to it compared to the birds I chose for her parents!

Elikar

Northern Goshawk! They're intense working predators: practical, watchful, and dangerous when something enters their territory. I think it fits Elikar's soldier background, his protective streak, and his sense of duty without making him feel flashy.

Serana

Raven! I feel like this is so "expected," but I still wanted to add Serana to the list! :) Intelligent, tied to death, memory, and survival — I feel like it fits her well.

Cinnara

Cinnara gets two birds as her arc progresses.

Weaverbird for her beginnings. They're makers: delicate, precise, domestic in a skilled way, building intricate nests with care. It works for her clothier/tailor identity. Nightjars are for her later arc. Hard to notice, hidden in plain sight, dusk-associated, almost impossible to track until it makes itself known. :)

Psylia

Shrike! Pretty, precise, and horrifying. Shrikes are small predatory birds known for impaling prey. Not the largest predator in the room, but one that knows exactly how to pin something in place and leave it there. This fits Psylia's smaller height (for an Altmer) and her ruthless spymaster identity.

Vandoril

Grey Heron! Patient, still, careful, and always looking toward the larger waterline. I think it suits him: someone with a broader political vision, someone trying to act carefully in a corrupted world.

Alcanaro

Peacock. Proud, beautiful, status-conscious, loud in presence even when silent. Anyone that knows him knows how arrogant he is and about his inherent superiority complex.

Calithil

Black-Crowned Night Heron! Night herons have that patient, still, predatory quality — elegant but not flashy, quiet until they strike. I think it fits both his public and private face. He's not a hawk tearing something apart in daylight. He's a patient bird at the water’s edge, waiting for the exact moment to spear something.

Aluvus

Cormorant! They're a medium-larger coastal bird that I feel fit my Maormer cipher. :) They feel right for someone tied to secrets, depths, and survival in a place like Apocrypha.

Hey everyone! It's been a while, hasn't it?

I've been working on this piece for a while (since I got the romance ending in ESO's Season of the Worm Cult)

Anyone's free to tag me to their WIPs! ❤️

Worked on this gif for ~15 minutes at work today since a patient had cancelled their appointment. 😆

Waking up in the morning isn't quite as painful as it was in the beginning, but sadly I can't seem to stay awake after work, I keep falling asleep and sleeping until it's bed time?! I want to write more, but WHEN??

Anyway, here's two snippets, the first one is from A Song Without the Voice (296 words) and the second is from Rogue Waves (263 words).

CW: None

Hewwwooo! I got some prompt thing for @tes-season-unending-fest ! I need to work on it more! lol

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(TW: Battle wounds, heavy bleeding)

Hello hello, I come with a snippet from the next chapter of Picking up the Pieces <3 There's just something about rotating through a few different WIPs right now which is helping the creative juices 😆

Tagging @hircines-hunter @chiqita @cresu @sulphuricgrin @friend-of-giants @heavy-metal-dick @theoneandonlysemla @skyrim-forever @blossom-adventures anyone else who wishes to say that I tagged them, obviously no obligations <3

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The skies above Windhelm were dull and dark as Ulfric sat on his throne, his posture and the way in which is hands were clasped in front of his face making him look as though he was brooding, and deterred all but the most determined of visitors to the Palace of the Kings. That almost amused Galmar, because Ulfric was decidedly not brooding. He was waiting.

War had been at a stalemate, held in a tentative truce at the Dragonborn's behest. As such, he had scouts spread out across Skyrim to let him know at the first signs of the Dragonborn's victory over the World Eater. That would be the cue to pick things up once more, and send the signals for orders to be resumed from where they left off.

The annoying thing was? The Empire was doing no such thing. Reports had been reaching them that the Imperials were mobilising in places, particularly in The Rift now that they held the hold, as well as in Haafingar. They were up to something, but the Stormcloaks were still trying to hold true to the terms of the truce. It could only be hoped that news reached them sooner rather than later.

Perhaps once the Dragonborn returned victorious, and the war won, she could be invited to Windhelm to celebrate her as the hero she was. If she even would be willing to do such a thing, that was. They knew she was once one of the Empire's soldiers – even though the same could be said for both himself and Ulfric – but her loyalty had run deep, that she would even give them the Empire the time of day during the peace conversations made that more than clear.

Suddenly, the doors to the palace swung open, a soldier adorned in their colours out of breath and with something firmly within their grasp clutched to their chest.

Needless to say, that was the most Galmar had seen Ulfric move that day, as the Jarl straightened up and locked eyes with the soldier who was approaching them. When they were before the throne, they remained silent, at least until he let out that "the Jarl doesn't have all day."

They stepped forward, and began to hold out what was in their hand. “One of our scouts in Haafingar found this and wanted it brought to your attention straight away, Jarl Ulfric. It’s to do with your recent orders about any sign of the Dragonborn’s survival...”

Ulfric took the rolled-up document from the soldier, and as he began to unfurl it, his eyes narrowed, before widening in shock.

Galmar didn’t like what those expressions meant, nor the silence and the eventual bobbing of the Jarl’s throat. “Ulfric. What is-“

“Under the authority of General Tullius, Military Governor of Skyrim, as bestowed upon him by Emperor Titus Mede the Second... The traitor and criminal known as Aevra of Morthal shall be executed by headsman for the crimes of assault, murder, attempted assassination, and desertion. The date of execution shall be three weeks hence upon the publication of this notice, on the Third of Frostfall, in the city of Solitude.” Silence fell heavily across the hall as Ulfric’s hand clenched into a fist, crumpling the paper as he did so. “Bastard Tullius did exactly as we anticipated."

Snatching the paper before it got too ruined in Ulfric's grasp, Galmar quickly skimmed through the paper, and felt his jaw tense. It was an official notice, for certain. But… there was something which caught his attention in relation to the wording. Something which differed to any other notice they had put out when it came to notable figures, certainly different to the one which had been published when they had arrested Ulfric.

Just a tiny bit late but I have just this one more thing for @tes-gala

This week has been extremely busy so I really couldn't get as much done as I wanted to. Agghg...

But I really wanted to finish this one so I'm posting it!!

Squints-At-Men and Martin :)

Squinty isn't used to fancy parties because he's more used to fighting people. His birthsign is The Serpent :D

First image: Digital illustration of two figures standing close to each other on a black background. On the left is a very tall red Argonian dressed in a brown loincloth and golden snake-shaped jewellery or body paint on his torso. On the right is Martin Septim from the Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion. He's dressed in pale yellow robes, trimmed with fur at the collar. Martin stares up at the Argonian with a fond smile, one hand at his chest, as the Argonian looks away shyly with arms crossed.

Second Image: digital black and white 3-panel sketch comic of the same characters in the first image.