Norroen's influence map

Here are some fantastic artists here on DA that have greatly influenced me in various aspects of my own work! Of course, sometimes my stuff looks rather silly compared to theirs, but I keep learning.

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Character development:

Waking Nightmares - Part 1This story makes more sense if you read "Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf" first, but it is not necessary.
Sequel to "The Dark Brotherhood Forever"
Cicero hit the ground with a sickening thud following the loud crack of being slapped by Elaninde, the High Elf Listener of the Dark Brotherhood.  Elaninde stood proudly over the prone figure of the Keeper, her expression disdainful and disapproving, but not quite a full frown or scowl. Elaninde never allowed such gross expressions to mar her exquisite features—and no Altmer ever presented anything but their best face in front of others.
"Cicero, my darling Keeper, do you wish to explain what this is?" the Listener said softly. She held a finely cut dress in one hand that used to be white but was now obviously slightly pink. Her manicured fingers ran over the cloth accusingly before throwing it in Cicero's face.
Behind Elaninde and to her right Arnbjorn stood smiling wolfishly. Ever since Elaninde saved the werewolf's lif Darkness Rises When Silence Dies - Part 1Sundas 5 Sun's Dawn, 4E 202 4:00 PM
I was walking south along the trade roads towards Whiterun returning from the Throat of the World after defeating Alduin, the World Eater and god of destruction. Every step was pain as I forced myself to place on foot in front of the other like a lone soldier's march. "Left, right, left, right", I muttered to myself.  My mare nickered softly behind me being led by her reins.  I had ridden her to the point of exhaustion, but had been unwilling to stop moving. The thought of being still was too much like the thought of being dead.
The sky was dark overhead, pregnant with storm clouds. Maybe it would rain. That would be the perfect ending to my journey home. I would arrive in Whiterun soaked to the bone and covered it mud. It would be like the gods pissing on me from heaven. "Go on. Do it. I dare you," I muttered darkly. I even flipped a rude gesture to the skies in the hope someone up there would notice. Especially Tsun.
Sovngarde l Dirge, we need to talkVekel was wiping down the counter to the bar to the Ragged Flagon while thinking about how nice it would be to go out to dinner with Tonilia after his shift ended. It had been a while since the two lovers had any time alone, and he thought it would be a good time to try to convince the lovely Redguard to let him make an honest woman out of her. Well, as honest of a woman one could make out of thief.
"The last person that made trouble for Vekel ended up floating in the canal...catch my drift?"
Vekel groaned when he heard the deep voice of his bouncer. There seemed to be only one person the Imperial ever said that to. Vekel looked up from his work and confirmed, to his horror that Dirge was indeed speaking to Meena, the Khajiit Dragonborn. Master of the Shout. Destroyer of Dragons. Thane of half of Skyrim.
And the freaking GUILDMASTER OF THE THIEVES' GUILD.
"Sure thing, buddy," Meena said good-naturedly as she passed the large bodyguard. She punched him on the arm playfully. "You keep do

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Silent as the Grave- ch2   The silence in the air was so heavy, the crystalline vapour of fog could almost be heard, tinkling together like silver stars. A midnight rain had doused the ground and its inhabitants in a brief, heavy draught. Marsh frogs slept soundly, saving their harmonious piping for the heralding of the morn, and the subtle ethereal blue draggle-tails dappled the mossy ground with a sleepy luminescence.
  Riding the damp, clean air with effortless grace, a velvet-winged purple emperor floated just over the tips of the swamp vegetation and alit on a foreign object sunk in the marsh. The insect's smooth landing place was as still as the earth itself; the grey and black-streaked cold flesh more one with the dust than ever in life.
 The purple emperor made its way as if on air up a crooked cartilage-filled protrusion, and stood poised at the tip on spindly, hair-thin legs.
 
Swirling tendrils of disturbed mist spoke of an outsider's arrival, billowing ahead of the movemen Awake At Last- part 3Seyda Neen.
 A tiny hamlet, smelling of fish-tar, salt water and bog. Muddy footprints down the single street that had been trampled over a hundred times that day, probably by their owner more than twice. Weathered, rotten planks creaking the same creak, a shop sign so bleached by sun and rain it bore nothing but pale, colourless shapes, but everyone knew everyone here, no need for a replacement.
Ancient Weeping Wood trees and their wispy hair-like branches brushing the surface of the stagnant marshy pools, dotted with sleepy, nocturnal mushrooms and swamp-weeds. The fence- or rather dramatically leaning sticks with tattered or broken rope attached at some areas- lined the road way. At the fork, just at the edge of the town, you could go up the hill and find the local strider-keeper and her ride, or take the other path into nowhere and miles of inhospitable, swamp-infested nothingness...which no one ever did.
But imagine holding your breath, squeezing tight your eyes, and plugging

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<da:thumb id="363305202"/> Assorted SongsI have a Deviation called 'Songs of Skyrim,' so named because all the songs in it are inspired by The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. This song collection is in a similar vein, but for other fandoms that inspired me, or just random songs. These all have their own tunes, and will have author's notes explaining them.
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'Here'
I recently went to see The Hobbit: Battle of the Five Armies. And I cried. Then I went home and wrote a song. I didn't really write it with any particular characters in mind, I was just trying to express something about the theme of home and returning home that runs through the films and the book, and about the uncertainty of the future, the value of the past, and the difficulty of the present. And in the final verse, especially, I was thinking of the bonds shared by different characters in the film - whether romantic, or friendship, or familial, because they were possibly the most moving thing about the whole Hobbit series.
And now I'll stop rambling and write the song. C

All these amazing folks are a continual source of inspiration for me, and I am completely unashamed of stalking their pages.