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snacobie · 3 months
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Wanted to redraw old brynjolf art so here we are
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trisexyual · 11 months
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rb and respond with your top unromanceable video game character/s that you think should have been romanceable
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autistic-echo · 11 months
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when you find out mercers emptied the guild safe and stolen everything brynjolf says “by the eight” but later if you talk to him in irkngthand he says “by talos, mercer has a lot to answer for” which is probably just an inconsistency but also i feel like it could imply he’s excluding one of the other divines from the eight
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skyrim-forever · 2 months
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In English, we say, "Flirting."
In TES, we say, "Sorry lass . . . I've got important things to do. We'll speak another time."
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babyblueetbaemonster · 3 months
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Damn
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argisthebulwark · 6 months
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Most Ardently
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summary: Terms of endearment Skyrim men would use for you as your partner. gn reader, no pronouns or y/n used. feat: Vilkas, Cicero, Brynjolf, Farkas, Miraak, Erandur, Teldryn, Arnbjorn warnings: minor allusion to suggestive content, mention of blood. and some swears.
Darling Vilkas, who wields terms of endearment with both kindness and sarcasm. Who knows how to get under your skin or comfort you with just one word. "Oh darling, have you forgotten who trained you? More than anyone else, I know your limits." He would sneer, face flushed when he rounds on you after a disagreement. "My darling," Vilkas would whisper in the dead of night, when your hands are tangled in his hair and you can taste the wine on his breath. "My darling." He breathes just before kissing you, all worries melting away. Cicero is giddy at the idea of his Listener having special titles only he is permitted to use. Who spins you around the Sanctuary when your mood is low, showering you in kisses and praise until he sees the smile he loves so dearly. He would say it often, soft and full of love during a stolen moment alone or brashly in front of any new recruit whose eyes lingered a touch too long. "Oh, darling Listener." He would sigh, gazing at you with unabashed adoration. "Cicero loves you more than words can say."
Sweetheart Brynjolf, who says it with that crooked smile that never fails to melt your heart. Who murmurs the pet name when he finds you slumped behind the Guild Master's desk glaring at the rolls of parchment piled haphazardly before you. Brynjolf who scoops you into his arms, planting a kiss on your forehead and allowing you to grumble about your day. "Hold still, sweetheart." Brynjolf would breathe against your skin, clutching you to his chest as the manor's steward paces its hallways. Farkas, who cups your face so gently and speaks as if you are the only one in his world. Who calls you his sweetheart as he wipes the blood of fallen bandits from your cheeks and checks you for injuries. Who helps you out of your armor after a hard day, sinking into a warm bath and combing the hair away from your face. "You alright, sweetheart?" Farkas would call over the clashing of swords, needing an assurance that you haven't fallen.
My love/My beloved Miraak, whose voice drips with devotion when he calls out to you. That touch of reverence never fades from his tone, eyes softening when he stares at you. Miraak who attempts to cover the depth of his love with sarcasm but would fall to his knees for you if asked, who believes his unnaturally long life's only purpose is to adore you. "My beloved," that deep voice rumbles through his chest as he gazes up at you, ungloved hands twisted in your robes. "One whose soul speaks to mine." Erandur, who speaks tender words of love as a form of worship. Who sings your praises with every breath. Whether it's a retelling of his salvation to an enraptured crowd in some small tavern or against the skin of your thighs he devotes himself to you, the one he loves. "My love," he would murmur over and over, lavishing attention upon you. "My most beloved, you must take better care of yourself. I cannot imagine this world without you, my heart."
Fucker Teldryn, who slaps a hand on your thigh with his head thrown back in laughter. Your gut muscles ache and your voice is hoarse from hours of laughing at each other's stories but you never want such a night to end. Other patrons have stumbled off to bed and you're sure that Geldis is glaring daggers at the pair of you but Teldryn's easy laugh is far more intoxicating than the drinks forgotten on a nearby table. "Oh, you fucker." Teldryn would say, the affection clear in his voice. He drags your chair closer to his, allowing you a closer look at his flushed cheeks and sharp teeth. Arnbjorn, with his gruff exterior that you somehow cracked through. His tough heart that you wormed your way into, the softness he saves for the rare moment alone. He is not one for tenderness but conveys his feelings in a way you understand, a subtle love language you learned over time. "Why do I like you again?" He would grumble, forced annoyance coating the affection in his tone when you squirm closer to him. "Fucker." The word is harsh, a contrast to the soft way his calloused hands brush over your skin. "I didn't want to fall for you, y'know."
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makalyta · 8 months
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Seeing Brynjolf alone at the Ragged Flagon as he brushes everyone off, stating that he's busy when he is clearly not, is... frustrating. I had to give this behavior an explanation, so I put myself in his position: Brynjolf has just handed over his life and afterlife to a Daedric Prince. Was there really no other choice to avenge the Guild, did he really have to sacrifice his freedom forever, even after death? Empty chests can be replenished with gold, a new Guildmaster can be elected, but he will never have his future back. Maybe he even starts to understand Mercer Frey's choice to betray Nocturnal. There at the tavern, drinking ale and keeping his face hidden to conceal the pain, Brynjolf realizes that there is no escape from the fate he was forced to accept.
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jenivere2 · 5 months
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unmarriageable duo
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soultrappedstjiub · 1 year
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Confession: Stop! Thief! That red-headed man who calls me “lass” stole my heart.
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skyrim-said-that · 11 months
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POV; Mercer Freys funeral
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chaddywaddy3 · 6 months
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I know its the day after Halloween but I'm curious and I kinda want to have fun.
Let me know your thoughts on this tag your bbg. It'll be funny.
Please refrain from putting daedric princes in the running I'm doing something else with them
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skyrim-forever · 9 months
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New day new man to objectify
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In English, we say, "Meet cute."
In TES, we say, "Never done an honest day's work in your life for all that coin you're carrying, eh lass?"
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orangevanillabubbles · 11 months
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Everyone says that the thieves guild (and by extension, Brynjolf) must smell like shit cause they operate out of an old “sewer system” when that is wrong on multiple levels. First of off, it’s a cistern which is for storage of excess water, something Riften would Need being partially built on a lake. And secondly, if you discount the first point, you know who else smells like shit? Everyone else!!! How many toilets do you find in cities? In fact, the closest thing we find to toilets in Skyrim are buckets and stools in the corners of bandit camps!
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