#brelas

NPC that has nested into my brain no 1748277181

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Hello and welcome to me having yet another WIP (or a few more)! I finished Faralda last week while listening to fics with my screen reader and it is of course a very effective way to get through fics. Though, my TBR is still a giant mountain. Anyway, I'm showing you two more art WIPs and will ramble a bit about my writing :)

I struggled a lot with these two girls because I wanted to find the perfect face claims for them. And of course I started them both already because I'm lacking self-control 🙄

Left is my version of Nirya, using Sophie Turner as a faceclaim. I'm trusting in her colour story a lot here for her to look like Nirya in the end and perhaps I will add her horrendous makeup :P Anyway, I quite liked to give her a rounder face because I imagine Nirya to be a lot younger in my fics (at least than Faralda and Ancano). So, she has a little bit more chubby cheeks left for an Altmer. Well, I started the render of her robe for now and that's looking good so far :D

On the right is Brelas, my dear, lovely Brelas. She does have a very recognisable colour palette which comes in handy (but damn I hate to paint the folds of her dress and that's why I started out with the base shadows and lights of her neck and shoulders). I used Patricia Velásques for her face claim who made us all gay in The Mummy like the rest of the cast. I think her face fits her so well with the personality I gave her in my fics <3 Also, damn. Why is Bosmer skin so much easier to render???

Anyway, rambling about writing under the cut:

A series telling the story of Ondolemar's and Brelas' lucky encounter and how many more followed.

Includes:

A perfect Servant

Sit.

Pearls to the Swine

Length: 15 028 words

Fandoms: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Relationships: Brelas/Ondolemar

Characters: Brelas Ondolemar Elenwen

Themes and tropes: Mild canon-typical Racism • Size Difference • Power Imbalance • Slight Canon Divergence for Plot Reasons • Smut • Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot (A Little Plot Is There)

Wordcount: 4750

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Brelas / Ondolemar

Once again Elenwen is driving Brelas mad with only her demands. Absolutely done with everything, she is left to clean the mess the ambassador has left behind, Ondolemar finds her and she recalls a deal they had made shortly before.

“Now,” she simply said and Ondolemar first scrunched his brows. “What, now?” he asked, then the realisation dawned on him and his gaze grew into something lecherous. “Here?” he added another question, this time his timbre matching his look while he scanned the room. “Are you sure?” “Absolutely.” “Oh, my sweet Brelas is becoming spoiled and rotten,” he sneered. “Did I take part in that?” The Bosmer had stepped closer, her fingers played with the buckles of his coat. One by one, she opened them and gave him a big-eyed look from beneath. “You’re saying that as if this wasn’t your plan all along,” she giggled and, stepping on tiptoes, shoved his coat from his shoulders. “Fair point,” Ondolemar answered and bowed down to kiss her forehead. “So, what do you want me to do to you? I’m all yours, your toy if you will.”

Wordcount: 3712

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Ondolemar / Brelas

Good and bad tend to balance each other out, so although Ondolemar has to endure Elenwen's visit to Markarth, Brelas too is now in his reach. Furious, she storms into his quarters and Ondolemar sees only one way to calm her.

“See, I have an idea to perhaps make your day a little better. Only if you want, of course,” he murmured while losing himself in the magenta of her irises. A memory flashed by, her lids half-closed, looking up to him while his cock ran along her palate. Ondolemar pressed his lips together.

“What? More terrible booze?” Brelas side-eyed the glass to her right.

“It’s not that terrible, darling.”

Her mouth twisted; she gave him a sceptical glance. Was her comfort returning, her trust in him? His thumb stroked along her chin for a second, then retreated back to its original place.

“Debateable.” A pause in that he imagined her to sink deeper into his hold occurred. “And what is it that you’re suggesting?”

Ah, she wanted to listen to his offer. A first win that brought a glow to his eyes and a smug grin to his already bowed lips.

“You, my sweet Brelas, need something to calm your nerves, to let you forget about all your duties if only for a moment or two.”

I spent the last three evenings working on this. Getting it out of my system and hoping to be able to concentrate better on the main story now. Oh wait, I have to write smut there too. Damn.