#slyrim

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Todd's newest Skyrim Selling Strategy

#after failing to get sugar babies who took him seriously todd went back to the drawing board #i made this one aren't y'all proud of me? 😆 #ralof #hey you you're finally awake #halloween #all hallows eve #snickers #candy #the elder scrolls #tes #slyrim #meme #lol #funny #mod post #witches festival #todd howard

[starwolf999]

Playing skyrim and started getting attacked by a random wolf that i didnt see because i was busy chasing a butterfly.

One of the most ADHD things ever lmao.

#r #slyrim #adhd #hey at least it wasnt irl

[ariossarts]

“You’re burning up.” the Vampire sighed, trailing his cold hands down Ned’s furred chest – his nails pressing in until he drew blood. “Poor dog.”

It seemed the temperature change was somewhat calming, as Ned’s frantic and jerky movements seemed to still as he leaned into the Dunmer’s fingers and Aroaayne’s resolve broke. The Nord was not himself, and he knew there wasn’t much of a chance that he could understand anything the Vampire said, nor would he remember it – and in that safety, Aro let his walls down.

“I know. I know how painful this is,” he whispered, keeping his hand on the man’s body as Ned’s lips pulled back in a wolfish snarl. “But you won’t hurt me, would you… sweet beast.”

Aroaayne and his second partner, Nedsrik. A Nordic Lycanthrope. I wanted to challenge myself and draw a 'between transitions' of changing from Man to Wolf, and was pretty proud of how it came out.

Nedsrik belongs to a friend!

#ariossarts #dunmer #eso oc #eso art #dark elf #the elder scrolls skyrim #slyrim art #vampire #werewolf #nordic #skryim #the elder scrolls

[aetherialfalmer]

Why Kaidan lookin at Lucien like that 👀

#skyrim #elder scrolls skyrim #kaidan skyrim #kaidan 2 #kaidan tes #lucien flavius #lucien skyrim #slyrim modded followers #screenshots #yea i do ship it sue me

[jaydensthenotes]

Chad: It's just a Japanese man talking to wrestlers about shouting

#the notes #quotes #funny quotes #weird shit my family says #Skyrim? #heavily modded #modded slyrim

[iamoutofideas]

what if it was called slyrim & you had to be sneaky

[st5lker]

i hate slyrim

[superchat]

i keep slyrim downloaded for months wiitthout touching it and then i delete it and like, 3 weeks later im like "i wanna play skyrin" and now i have to redownloadn

#3 weeks later is right now \ #;-;

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Working on the UlfricxLDBxBishop love triangle fic. Update: I'm giving y'all a new reason to hate Delphine.

#i always wake up and choose violence when it comes to delphine #delphine #ulfric stormcloak #bishop #slyrim romance mod #oc: leara roseblade #last dragonborn #dovahkiin #the elder scrolls #tes #skyrim #mod post #i didn't know you were keeping count

[laatgag]

Halt.... you have committed crimes agasint Slyrim and her people, what say you in your defense?

-Bribe (630 Septims)

-attack

-Pay your fine (5 Septims)

-go to jail

[neoskunk]

Slyrim || Yeah. im playing it again

#Stream #streaming #skyrim #ill find a more exciting game eventually

[rakkiankh]

How does the Sims 4 run my pc hotter than modded slyrim special edition

[deerling-beloved]

Tiny details 🍃📚🧝🏻‍♀️

#witchcraft #goblincore #honeycore #cottagecore #farmcore #elven #fairyroom #slyrim #potions #fungi #fairycore #warm core #honey core #warmcore #forestcore

[the-last-rat-standing]

Slyrim Snippet

(Obviously, ‘Slyrim’ isn’t going to be the title. Lol! But it makes @thenicecheese laugh.)

The wildest Slibbs AU for me up to now. Thought I might share a snippet to give you a glimpse into the madness! :)

Oh, and here’s a map to help. Jack is from Northpoint in High Rock. She needs to get to Windhelm. To do that, she will get a guide in Morthal who mentors a young boy from Whiterun. Got all that? Lol!

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The friendliness she found along the way diminished the closer she got to Morthal, to the point where even the fog that surrounded the village seemed to look upon her with suspicion. She was glad she had made it before the sun went down. Pretending to avoid the eyes that narrowed as she made her way along the wooden walkways that connected the grey buildings, she was surprised at how old the air felt, as if it had been frozen in time a generation ago. She was just about to enter what appeared to be the only inn that Morthal offered, when a young boy barreled into her as he came running out. 

His head collided with her chest, pushing out a loud, "Oof!" while he apologized into her cloak.

"Sorry!"

"No need," she said, pulling back enough to look into his brown eyes fringed by floppy hair. "Seems like it's urgent."

Like the old woman, the boy tilted his head at her accent, though he couldn't place it as she had done. "You're not from Morthal."

Jack shook her head. "You're very quick, both in feet and mind."

His eyes squinted at her joke, but he must have seen something in her that he liked, because he grinned and tapped his chest with his fist. "I'm Phineas Ryn from Whiterun."

"Ah, so you're not from Morthal, either."

He tilted his head. "No, I guess not. I never thought about it like that."

"So what are you doing here, squire?"

Beaming, he said, "I'm not a squire, I'm an apprentice to Jetheros Gybrus." Her wide-eyed blink at the mouthful made him laugh. "I know! But he's the best builder in all of Hjaalmarch. Maybe even all of Skyrim! My mom sends me here every summer to perfect my trade. Whiterun needs good young builders with ideas, not old men who can't even make a right angle with two pieces of straight wood."

"Well, you sound like the man for the job," she praised, allowing his enthusiasm to lift her smile.

"So what are you doing here?" he asked.

"I'm on a quest to go to Windhelm," she replied, "but for now, I'm just looking for a place to sleep tonight."

Phineas looked over his shoulder towards the inn's entrance. "If you don't mind me saying, I wouldn't stay here. It's one of the oldest buildings in Morthal and I bet the wind whistles right through! Besides, you'll have to listen to Lurbuk play his lute." 

The shudder told her everything, but she had to ask, "Not good, is he?"

"Jetheros Gybrus says he'd get a better sound bouncing iron ingots over a dry grindstone."

"I see," she said with a knowing grin. "And how much does Jetheros Gybrus charge to lodge?"

"Oh, I bet when he sees you, he'll let you stay for free. You're pretty!"

Her eyebrow went up. "Does he make a habit of lodging pretty women and not charging them?"

Even at his age, he understood the implication. "Oh! No, I didn't mean it like that! I just mean, he's really nice and you look really nice, too, and maybe you can be friends. And who makes friends pay?"

His innocence was infectious. "Okay. But he better not be a troll."

…..

He wasn't a troll. In fact, he was one of the most handsome men she'd ever seen. Not that she'd seen many outside of Northpoint. He was tall and sturdy, with arms and hands that spoke of his trade, but it was his eyes, blue as the sea, that spoke of more, of secrets and dreams and knowledge. And at that moment, of judgment. 

"I see why it took you so long to bring back my ale," were his very first words. He was looking at her even if the sly accusation was directed at the boy. 

"This is-" Phineas stopped, realizing he hadn't gotten her name.

"Jalic," she replied. And though the name was meant for those close to her, she felt compelled to add, "But you may call me 'Jack'."

When nothing further was offered by her, Phineas said, "What's your second name? Your family name?"

The man lightly slapped the back of the boy's head. "Breton soldiers don't tell strangers their family name."

Phineas frowned. "Why?"

Seeing a second slap on the way, she quickly held up her hand and said, "It's fine. I like a boy with curiosity." To Phineas, she explained, "We give up our family name when we enter battle because now, we are all one family." The words sounded grander than they were and she winked. "Really, it's just for morale. The generals think it makes us fight harder if we look at the warriors beside us as brothers and sisters. But I never felt I needed the incentive." There was something in what she said that Gybrus approved of, because he offered a nearly imperceptible nod. 

Oblivious to the silent exchange, Phineas asked, "So no one knows your family name now?"

She waved away his awe. "Everyone in Northpoint knows. You can't get away with sneezing without everyone knowing! But it's become something of a tradition that it's only given out to outsiders as a sign of trust or love." 

"I'll find out!"

She laughed at his confident nature. Then replaying the builder's words in her head, she asked, "How did you know I was a soldier?"

"You fought alongside the Orcs."

Her fingers touched the hilt. "This was a gift to celebrate my first year of adulthood."

"Did it come with the Orcish warrior stone?"

His question was playful and it drew out a narrowed but amused stare. "You know much, Jetheros Gybrus."

"Just 'Gibbs'," he said, "or you'll never untie that tongue "

#slyrim #slibbs #snippet

[claud-zilla]

Greybeards can shout all they want but really I'd appreciate them being able to walk faster.

#slyrim #skyrim

[eeveevie]

UST prompts: The interrupted almost kiss with Fiona & Brynjolf!

from this list

this...uhhh I got carried away 

Brynjolf x F!Dovahkiin (Fiona)

1425 words (under a cut) | Ao3

The Guild was on high alert ever since Karliah had appeared,devastating them all with the news of Mercer’s treachery. Many of the seniormembers had left the Cistern, reaching out to any contact they could get a holdof in an attempt to track the man down. The remaining thieves stayed in the Ratways,guarding what little they had left. Fiona had also stayed behind, thankful tobe somewhere familiar after what Mercer put her through. She had traveled withKarliah for a short while, then by herself across Skyrim in an attempt totranslate Gallus’ journal. It had been successful, and Fiona was glad to beback in Riften…even if her return with Karliah hadn’t been welcomed with openarms.

She was grateful that at least Brynjolf had forgiven her forhiding the fact that she was Dragonborn—a secret that, had she died, would’veleft their last encounter an argument. Fiona reminded herself to thank Karliah againfor saving her life, otherwise she would’ve never had the chance to make amendswith the man. He too stayed within the Cistern, the two eventually moving totalk in the back training room. Nobody else was there—they could be alone.

They had been discussing Mercer’s betrayal for a few hoursnow, Brynjolf asking her general questions about everything she had learnedfrom Karliah. Even though Fiona could tell he wanted to, he hadn’t dared to askwhat had happened at Snow Veil Sanctum. She sat on the ground in front of thepractice chests, fiddling one of the locks with a pick. It was something tokeep her hands busy, something to focus her mind on as Brynjolf spoke.

“Was there anything else she told you?” he asked.

He tossed his dagger from his hand at the training dummy,the blade burying itself in the stuffed throat with a thud. Brynjolf crossedthe short distance to yank the blade free, eyeing her. Fiona hadn’t responded,her neck and throat burning as she looked at the white tufts of cotton comingout of the dummy. Her heartbeat increased, and her fingers began to shake untilthe metal pin in her hand fell to the floor.

“Lass?” His voice was laced with concern. “Fiona, what’s—”He stopped himself, wincing as if he knew it was foolish to ask what was wrong.Considering everything that had occurred, he knew better. Everything was wrong. But she had only been there, back with theGuild—back with him—for a short time.For him, she had died. Herreappearance still had some getting used to. Brynjolf extended his hand to her,and after a moment of just staring at it she finally let him help her stand.

His fingers tightened around hers, not letting her breakaway so easily. His expression was solemn, and a part of her wished thatthey—whatever they were—would go backto the way it was before she left with Mercer. She knew it would take time, butshe yearned for some normalcy. A few flirtatious words, a drifting hand whereit shouldn’t be, a stolen kiss…anything.Fiona never imagined she’d ever be in the state of mind to miss that lecherous version of Brynjolf.

Instead, he had been softwith her. Reserved. He hadn’t said anything, but the way he touched her, theway he had kissed her, it spokevolumes to how he felt. Or maybe she was reading into things. Brynjolf couldhave this air of mystery about him, when he wanted to. She pushed the thoughtsaway. His brows scrunched together as he flicked his gaze across her face.

“I still can’t believe what Mercer did to us,” he startedwith a scowl. “To you.” His otherhand lifted to brush a few strands of her hair behind her ear, fingers ghostingdown before landing on her shoulder. He meant to give a reassuring squeeze, butFiona could only wince in response. A slight panic washed over his features ashe tore his hand away.

Fiona shook her head, trying to reassure him. He couldn’thave known. She glanced back for a split second at the training dummy beforedeciding it was now or never. This wasn’t something to keep hidden, not aftershe had promised herself she would have no more secrets with Brynjolf. Hewatched her curiously as she lifted her fingers to the clasp at her neck,undoing the first few buttons of the armored coat she wore until she could pullthe leather away enough for him to see.

The scar had begun to fade thanks to Karliah’s potions, butit was still visible on her pale skin. A bright red, jagged line that hookedfrom behind her ear down the side of her neck, darkening as it dropped furtheralong her collar and shoulder. Fiona studied Brynjolf’s expression as itmorphed from concern, to anger, to disbelief before he simply closed his eyes.He let out a deep breath before looking at her again. His hands raised to meethers.

“Let me see.”

Fiona didn’t protest, understanding that this was anecessary part of his healing process. She allowed him to help her discard hercoat completely, tossing it over the top of one of the chests. The blouse shewore beneath was loose enough that she could simply shrug her shoulder from thesleeve, bracing one her hands against her chest so it wouldn’t expose too much. Brynjolf let out anothersteady breath as he inspected the healing wound, his fingers gingerly tracingover the scar, careful not to apply too much pressure. His eyes were dark whenthey met hers again, and she read the question in his mind.

She nodded. “Mercer.”

“He’ll pay,” Brynjolf muttered. “He made me think that youwere dead, told me lies to taint your memory. It cannot stand.”

Fiona wasn’t sure what to say, her chest expanding with anemotion she couldn’t place. She wasn’t sure that she even wanted to know. Shewas simply glad that Brynjolf was there to provide her this kind of comfort andreassurance. Without it, she wasn’t sure if she could survive being there anylonger. Her eyes dipped for a moment to his lips and she felt her heart achefor the way he had embraced her not a few hours prior.

“You kissed me,” she abruptly voiced.

Brynjolf raised a brow at her. And then, he smirked, the familiarsight calming her. “Aye. I’ve donethat plenty of times now.”  

“Not like that,”she clarified. “Not like…before. You’ve never had that much…emotion.” Fionacould feel the heat radiating off of his hand as he lightly gripped her arm. “Ididn’t know you were capable of such…” she trailed, not sure why she had evenbrought it up.

“Maybe I should do it again,” he offered. The brief slynesshe had shown slipped away as his tone shifted into something serious. “Just toprove to you that I can.”

Fiona nodded. “You should.”

Anything to havehim continue holding her, touching her in this tender way. His palm restedagainst her cheek, his other hand pulling on her arm to gently bring hercloser. Fiona flicked her eyes closed as she felt the heat of his breath fanacross her lips.

She heard footsteps.

“Good, you’re both here.”

Delvin’s voice cut through the air like another throwndagger. Fiona jerked herself away from Brynjolf, his hand lingering in the airwhere head had just been. He grimaced at Delivn, but the Breton didn’t seem tonotice, or care what he had interrupted.

“Vex and I have run Riften up and down, through and though.”He shook his head. “There’s no sign of Mercer. The bastard.”

“What now?” Fiona asked when the silence between themdragged on. She watched as Brynjolf and Delvin exchanged a few looks, themovement in their faces subtle, as if they were trying to communicate withoutwords. With a sigh, Delvin nodded, jutting his thumb over his shoulder.

“I’ll be waiting.” He turned on his heel and left the room.Fiona looked back to Brynjolf and wondered for a split second if the moment frombefore could be recaptured, but found his brows furrowed, clearly deep inthought. When he noticed her watching, he shook his head, dejected.

“Come see me at the Guildmaster’s desk,” he instructed, squeezingher hand one last time before following after Delvin.

Fiona sighed, shaking the remainder of her lingering unknownemotions away. There was work to do.

#elder scrolls: skyrim #slyrim #brynjolf #brynjolf x f!dragonborn #brynjolf x fiona #dragonborn fiona #otp: I shall taunt you a second time #a crab writes #fanfic #alittlestarling #potato answer