Masculinity. Status. Style. ✨

Princess.

In Jorrvaskr, a portrait of the current Harbinger must always hang (so there’s no confusion).

i can't yet decide if it's farkas or vilkas...

Thank you, @honeybeebunny111 . I suppose I should talk about myself and all that. I'm not one to spread things across multiple posts, so with your permission I'll combine two into one: WIP Wednesday and this thing.

And as always:

"ATTENTION!!! English is not my native language! Thanks for understanding."

"Когда поздно ночью читал похотливую аргонианскую деву и в комнату неожиданно зашла мамка"

I love reading stories about OCs and their relationships with canon characters from games, alternate histories, and the like. BUT! I don't read fanfics. Because if I start, I'll get too absorbed and starve to death. And I still want to live and draw. so sorry about that.

Right now I have about a dozen webcomics saved for later that I want to read, but I can't find the time. I solemnly promise (to myself) that by the end of the year I'll sit down and read everything I've saved. By then there'll be a nice backlog of updates.

What I'm doing: Trying to fit character figures into in-game screenshots. An experiment. Once again I realize I've only learned 10% of Ibis Paint. Layers! All the time I wasted using just two or three. My eyes still dart all over, the number of layers annoys me, but it's so convenient.

Here's the WIP — Vilkas's lineart without his "makeup".

Reuploaded because cropping reduced the quality. I need good, lossless quality (I'm probably overloading my tablet with large canvases for no reason).

I wrote some more of my LDB's married life with his husband....instead of studying for my finals. Anyways...here they are!!!

BROTHER BEAR

"Perched on the stone’s base were two bears: one big, one small, separated only by a honey-nut treat between them.

Those were the last things Vilkas saw before they turned away to the roads that led to Whiterun, to the same roads that would lead them back for the next year, and the next."

WORLD'S BEST

"Whiterun’s trees were only half as scary. Every breath and every step bounced off their trunks and returned a hundred times louder. Even the creak of his leather boots seemed loud enough to scare off every deer across Skyrim.

Which was why he kept glancing toward the moons and prayed they somehow slowed down.