Martin Septim From The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion

Oh, I forgot to show you something.. Here, my first plush toy I sewed is little Ketana, which squeaks when you press on her tummy..

I forgot about her because for the last time I left her at home with my parents and all this time my younger sister played with her, calling her “kitty girl” (*・ω・*)

Unfortunately, I forgot her there again, but I’m thinking more and more about sewing a bigger plush toy... But I’m tired of altering one idea... So I’m thinking about a character that I’ll experiment with...

I am so bad at it... And open to suggestions and help.. Please....

A small post about second twin:3 Dagoth Saata(lore)

For my sadness, my homework almost kills me

Saata is a youngest twin. And one of Relas's and Voryn's daughter. She was born a simple child,who hadnt the ability to do magic , like her sister and little brother, who had it since birth

She is Father"s girl, so she took over a lot of political ideas from Voryn. Maybe she looks arrogant and evil, but she loves sm her sister

Thats not all, but i am tired for now

Thank you @darcxaosit @rustyram035 for tagging <3

Aaaaaand soo... My name is Disa and I'm brought the lingonberry pie (quite a precious for me)

I want to say thank you to everyone who supported me this year, especially the guys from tumblr and my friends. I learned a lot this year.. Really.. And it makes me so happy

Tagging @ulanxxxs @blackmetalsnake @wrong-mother @youthroad @kiir-do-faal-rahhe if don't miiiiind ':>

Happy Mootsgiving, everyone!

So, technically, I know Thanksgiving is an American holiday… history… yadda yadda. However, this is not Thanksgiving.

This is Mootsgiving, and what I say goes ‘cause this is my holiday. Anyway! Mootsgiving is all the basic ideas of Thankgiving but better because I’m great like that.

I just wanted to show everyone how grateful I am, since gratefulness is a key principle of Thanksgiving.

I want all my moots from different countries to be able to have the picture-perfect movie-esque Thanksgiving of being surrounded by friends and family with all the care and love and gratefulness that can be poured into a single human. And, as the ever-dramatic Runar, what better way to do that than to organize a huge event?

So! Rules!

State what food you brought

State one thing you’re thankful for

My name is Runar, I brought the eggnog, and I’m grateful for each and every one of you 💗🫶

Really sappy and really long paragraph/speech under the cut!!

Soooo… to start off my big long speech… *clinks my fancy wine glass that’s filled with a mysterious substance* (It’s eggnog)

When I first started this blog, it was off a whim. I wanted to do something, something that involved putting my work out there, as I was just starting out. I wanted to mean something. In any sort of way, I wanted to leave a sort of mark. Not just any mark, though, no. I wanted to add a bit of joy, a spark of life that comes from creativity, and adding words and love into the space we occupy on this floating rock in space.

I wanted to write because it made me happy, and I wanted there to be a possibility of someone who was who got joy from reading to maybe stumble upon it, and get joy from me. Get joy from something I was able to provide for them.

I was also incredibly lonely. I had no friends, I had nothing, pretty much. I didn’t talk much. I was reclusive. I was okay, but I was empty. I didn’t have a purpose. And while I wasn’t expecting much, nothing at all really, I was overjoyed at the prospect that maybe just one person would stumble upon something I wrote and for a moment of their day, maybe they got peace from it.

Maybe they felt a little less lonely. I would have been at peace with just knowing the possibility of it was out there. And then… it did. And I got more than I bargained for, even, I got a friend. My first friend.

From there, everything… clicked. Slowly, but ever so surely, things were falling into place. I was gaining something that had not even crossed my mind. A family.

So, my silly dream born from a whim became friends, connections, and family, it became life-altering. It had ups, it had downs, it had in-betweens. It was beautiful and messy and happy and sad and fucked up and so wonderfully… human?

Yeah, this is online, this is a silly mootsgiving idea I thought up three hours ago because I wanted people to know I love them.

But to someone who had nothing, this is everything. You are everything.

Even if we’ve only talked one time, you have a special place in my heart. The character growth has been… one hell of a ride. I’ve gone through many eras, and made new friends in each and every one of them. So, with the end of the year closing soon, I suppose in a way this is not just a silly mootsgiving.

My bigger end goal, really, was to make sure as we get to the end of this ear, you know how genuinely important this whole year has been to me. How important you have been. I got an anon ask,

What does it feel like to be wanted?

It was beautiful poetry. I replied, said I wouldn’t know what it feels like to be wanted. But really? I think maybe I do. I think it feels like having enough people that you love to organize and invite everyone to a huge event online, to write out this heartfelt paragraph and trust that at least one person will care enough to read it.

My beginning goal has changed so much, and not at all. My biggest purpose in life has been, and I think will always be, to add something into this world.

Creativity, joy, happiness, compassion, I want to ensure that no matter what, as long as you know me, you know you have one person on this earth who loves and cares about you with as much feeling that can physically be felt by one person without exploding into a bunch of tiny little runar pieces.

But moreso, I think maybe my goal has changed from wanting to put stories out there, to putting myself out there. I don’t want to write stories that are just fiction, just crafted ideas meshed together to create a blob of fiction.

I want to write pieces of myself into everything, which i think might genuinely be impossible to not do. I want my heart to pour out of my fingers into the things i type out for you, and i want to not only feel things, but to maybe make you feel something too. Something warm and fuzzy, something good, as good as you deserve.

Aaaaannnd…. to end this….

I love you guys, thanks for being here <3

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Silly sleepy magical shrimp stretches

And his back just CRACK

What do I did oh gods above sorry

Some silly doodle again. Sheo!Dam just really missed him.

Dam has a terrible sense of humor, but only a few people know about it

And sometimes it's combined with his clinginess in the morning, unfortunately for Lucien

Tagging @lucien-lachance @chennnington @ulanxxxs @fruk-choosing-a-username if you're interested 🤭

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 😭 Aaaaaaah, my heart ❤‍🩹

"Yes, I hear them, your majesty. Calling us. Their god and their guide, together."

Kar'niss

I think this character deserves better. But I tried to make a first artwork of him. ^^

(and perfectly logical enki/raistlin)

Uhhhh... Ugly sketch crossover??

Sorry

For a few days l am trying to make something with their hair

It is like something what ancient nords do. But i think Cicero is little confused without his hat