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thelavenderelf · 11 months

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I wanted to do an armor redesign for Vilkas based off of the Wolf armor and various mod armors that I put on him in game. Honestly, I didn't plan on posting this (because I'm not sure If I like it or hate it) but it's been so long since I've posted anything. So hello <3 Here is another offering of Vilkas to tesblr!

#also finally on summer break so Im gonna be posting a lot more #i struggled so hard with his face #skyrim #tes #tesblr #skyrim art #vilkas #skyrim fanart #tes art #my art #art #the companions #digital art #the elder scrolls

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ivvwwwwwi34 · 6 months

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I found this stupid sketch..

and I couldn't help myself--

#worst post here #vilka shitpost #HE'S SO DUMMY #stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley pierre #sdv pierre

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elderscrollsconceptart · 9 days

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MAJOR BUMMER ALERT

Tomorrow's theme is "Daddy Posting" and it pains me to announce that there is *no* official art of Farkas/Vilkas that would qualify for tomorrows posts 😢

I swear to you however, that I *DO* have a good stock of TES daddies to post tomorrow and have been compiling them for tomorrow's queue.

P.S. Daddy posts will probably start around 3pm EST tomorrow

#the elder scrolls #art #tes #concept art #farkas #vilkas #daddy posting

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comradeacerbus · 2 years

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Farkas: Change is inedible

Vilkas, not looking up from his book: I think you mean “inevitable,” brother.

Farkas: (spits out a septim) No, I don’t.

Vilkas: (looks up from his book)

#skyrim #incorrect quotes #farkas #vilkas #shitpost #i’m not stalling #you’re stalling #100 #200 #300 #this is my most popular post on tumblr #tumblr wtf

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martindeservedbetter · 26 days

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warhammer

Brynjolf x F! Dragonborn! Reader

word count: 1985

triggers: none

summary: Who could've thought a pair like them could've bonded over a warhammer? Clearly not themselves.

prompt: from @writings-of-a-hufflepuff List #5 prompt 9.

"You really thought I was dead?"

"Mercer, you're back, but where's-"

"Dead. Karliah got her before I got the chance to save her. Such a shame really... she showed so much promise."

The guild all watched Brynjolf freeze, but they'd all seen it before. It wasn't new for his protege to get caught or killed, but his response was so different this time. He seemed... sadder. As this time it was personal like she was more than a protege.

"I'll be back. I'm going to go find her."

"Were you not listening boy? She's dead."

"Just let me do this, alright? I just need to know." He retorted, not keeping to his cool under pressure attitude.

"Do I need to get you a horse-?" Delvin asked, only to be cut off by the man in question.

"I'll be fine Delvin. Be back as soon as I can-" Brynjolf answered.

"You're insane Brynjolf. Can't you just take my word for it?!" Mercer yelled, calling after the man who was already leaving. The man who ignored the protests of the other members entirely.

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Not finding any proof had only made it that much harder for Brynjolf to accept it. And he scoured the Sanctum, only to find dried blood in an open room.

Damn Karliah. Damn her to Oblivion.

Brynjolf had struggled to find any other way to accept it, so he just blamed Karliah instead, finding it was much easier than anything else. She had killed the last guild master, so who's to say that she wouldn't kill another member? One that was going to help fix all of the problems.

"Brynjolf, please, just stop drinking, it's not going to change anything," Vekel muttered.

"Just give me the damn drink, Vekel."

"No. I will not indulge you in this. I don't care if you're hurting, please just accept that she's gone."

"How? She was... she was special."

"The same way I got over my parents. Time and goodbyes." Sapphire suddenly began speaking and slid into the barstool next to Brynjolf.

"I'm not ready for that."

"Then no mead, no wine, no alcohol whatsoever. It won't help, it'll only make it worse."

Brynjolf groaned, and got up and walked away, hoping to at least be alone. To maybe find some peace by going through her things. To maybe just sleep. Just anything to be free of people's dagger-like eyes that pierced him with judgment.

His eyes flickered to her empty bed, the way it just looked so wrong. Brynjolf sat himself in front of her chest, looking through her things, noticing things that he recognized, specifically a certain warhammer...

"Lass, this is ballsy, even for you."

"Shh, it'll be fine."

He watched her sneak away, attempting to steal the war hammer right off the guard's back.

And all Brynjolf remembered was the way the hammer was too heavy for her hands and she carried it back over to him with the largest smile on her face.

"I told you it'd be fine."

"I guess I should believe you more often lass."

He took the hammer out of her arms, and she seemed to sigh in relief, but still high from the thrill of theft.

"Obviously. Don't be an idiot, I'm just as good of a thief as yourself."

"Of course," he mused as he mussed up her hair, and she slapped his hand away.

"Do you know how hard it is to tame this?!"

And Brynjolf just laughed as she attempted to fix her barely messed up hair, scowling as she did so.

"You're so lovely, lass."

"I would say 'you too' but you were a jerk who messed up my hair!"

"You look fine, lass."

"Says the guy who rolls out of bed and looks gorgeous."

"That's very flattering, Y/n, but not entirely true."

He watched her jaw drop, and he gave a soft chuckle.

"You do not comb through your hair! There's no way in Oblivion-"

"And that's where you'd be wrong lass."

"Oh, my gods... Brynjolf is a fancy man."

"And proud of it."

He winked, yet didn't fail to catch the glimpse of a blush dusting her cheeks.

"What happened to you lass..?"

It wasn't long before there was a clamor coming from the Flagon, and when the Cistern door flew open, every member was on alert.

Karliah...

Brynjolf decided to be civilized but was not afraid to turn from the plan if it even slightly went south.

"Karliah, what did you do to Y/n?"

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"Y/n? You're alive?"

It was Vekel who seemed to notice her first, and it drew the attention of the few other members still in the Flagon.

"Y/n? But Mercer said-" Tonilia started.

"Mercer lied. He's lied to all of you for years."

The newest recruit had been confirmed dead by the current guild master, and he'd managed to convince everyone but a certain second in command.

"Brynjolf looked for you. We were also worried about the fact that you two were gone that he just, decided to seek answers for himself... He hasn't been well."

"Vekel, is he here? We have a lot to talk about, and I need the entire guild's attention."

"Of course, he should just be in the Cistern-"

But she was already gone, ready to tell everyone the truth and to address her Brynjolf situation, but that would have to take a backseat. There were far more pressing matters at hand.

As she pushed through the Cistern door, she heard arguing amongst the members and loads of insults toward Karliah.

"Mercer's a liar."

"Lass..."

Brynjolf's face softened and she watched his body seem to go slack.

'He looked for you... he hasn't been well.'

"Karliah saved my life. Mercer tried to kill me."

She lifted her shirt to show the fresh scar along her stomach.

Brynjolf's eyes traced the marred skin, and his body seemed to tense the longer he looked.

"He's been robbing you blind for years, check the vault."

Karliah added, standing right by Y/n's side. Y/n had put her shirt back down, smoothing it out as she stood increasingly closer to Karliah.

"Lass?"

Those eyes of his... those gorgeous emerald eyes bore into her, coaxing an answer from her. Silently pleading for the truth, clearly uncomfortable with the woman beside her.

"She's right, please, Bryn, believe us." Y/n copied his own eyes, begging him for the decency to believe her.

He let out a sigh before shouting," Oi, Delvin! We need to open the vault."

"Thank you..." she breathed, smiling over to Karliah.

Brynjolf looked over to her, very upset about the large scar on her torso, and although he was warry of Karliah, he knew of what happened to Gallus and it didn't help that he knew what it felt like to hear that Y/n was dead. But he threw that to the side when he saw Y/n smile at Karliah, watching her seem very relaxed around the supposed murderer of Gallus and Y/n herself.

"You called, Brynjolf?"

"Put your key in, we need to get this door open."

"Of course."

Y/n hesitantly walked toward the vault, standing right beside Brynjolf. It made him feel a wave of relief knowing she was this close again.

"It's empty! It's all gone!" Delvin yelled back to the group after doing a sweep of the vault.

"Mercer! Damn him!" Brynjolf answered, entering the vault to confirm the claim.

It was a stab at the entire guild like someone had slit the guild's throat and captured its riches as if it were blood. The experience was numbing to most guild members, realizing that not only had all of their hard work been for naught, but their guild master was also the reason for it. He had caused every problem they had ever faced, yet always found some scapegoat, never allowing himself to be seen in a negative light as he tore the guild apart from the inside.

"When I see him, I swear I'm going to-"

"Vex! You know that's not how we operate. We just need to figure this out..." Brynjolf chided the white-haired woman, who was now seething in anger but held her tongue, silently planning Mercer Frey's death in several different ways.

"Lass," Brynjolf turned to Y/n," Tell me everything that's been going on."

"I will Bryn, I promise, but first... can we be alone? Vekel said you haven't been well-"

"So long as we speak of the guild first, of course, lass."

Y/n held out a hand, which he quickly accepted, allowing her to lead him to the intended destination. Although the place was just the secret entrance for the Cistern, they sat on the hidden steps together.

She first informed him about how Karliah had been framed, that Mercer Frey had betrayed them and brought a curse upon the Guild after infuriating Nocturnal. She then led into the tales of the secret trio of Nightingales being true.

"The Nightingales? I thought that was just an old legend, but I believe you lass."

"It seems that we don't have much of a choice in anything anymore Bryn..."

He cleared his throat, garnering her undivided attention.

"What was it that you wanted to talk about lass?"

She gave a soft smile, grabbing his hand and intertwining her fingers with his.

"Vekel said you've been..." she paused, for lack of better words," not well."

"I've not been ill, lass."

"I didn't mean it that way. He said you came for me."

"...I had to make sure it wasn't true."

"You really thought I was dead?"

"No," Brynjolf felt his heart jump into his throat, and he tried to cough up an answer.

"I just... I didn't believe Mercer when he told me you were dead... I... I had to see for myself."

Brynjolf's eyes didn't meet hers, but he rubbed the back of her palm with his thumb.

"You know I missed you, missed us. You know that right?"

"I missed you more than you know... Saw you kept that old warhammer... that was a nice day..."

"That was a nice day... I found out that you were a fancy man."

"And I found out that I loved you," he spoke just below a whisper, just as if it were just a breath.

"Bryn? What was that?"

"Don't worry about it. So I'm a fancy man? I'm glad you remember lass."

"No, don't lass me. You never told me you were hurting. Was it that hard with me gone?"

She had begun to hold his hand a little bit tighter as she looked over at him, trying to get him to look back into her eyes.

"Yes lass," and for the first time since they started their little talk, the emerald-eyed man looked her in the eye.

"It was hard."

"But I'm just, me."

"And that's just it Y/n. You're just you, and down the line, I fell in love with you. I searched for you... because I didn't want to come back to a guild without you."

"I love you too. Gods above, I've been in love with that stupid accent of yours since you told me I couldn't steal that warhammer." She said with a laugh, letting herself fall to lean against his side.

He kissed her temple and gave her hand a squeeze before muttering," That's when I fell as well."

"Future romance advice for those who need it, just steal a warhammer, then you'll love each other." She teased, currently pleased with their current situation.

"Steal one more for the road? We can fix the guild later?" He offered, and he knew the answer as soon as he was pulled to his feet.

"Whoever gets one first, without being caught, gets a kiss!"

"I'm not against this bargain..."

And the pair of thieves both split, oh so full of love, and ready for everything they faced in front of them.

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kagedbird · 15 days

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It's 3 am so I am allowing myself to post this...

...would... would it be something people were interested in if i made an adult tes sideblog for my horny posting.........................

#kb rambles #i wrote something very. a lot. about vilkas.#and i want to learn to be okay with posting adult stuff more.#i have some sort of stigma inside me that says im not allowed and i want!! it gone!!#but only if people are interested 👉👈#skyrim #tes

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elderscrollsconfessions · 1 year

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Confession: Someones gonna hate me for this but when I see Halbrand from The Rings of Power, I see Vilkas

#you're so valid confessor you are so right #my poor little meow meow #Vilkas #Skyrim #The Elder Scrolls #Halbrand #Rings of Power #please try to resist the urge to post spoilers in replies thank you #ESC #TES

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kytic · 1 year

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The Sunder Hunt Ch03 opening clothing/armor study.

#skyrim #skyrim comic #vilkas #farkas #dragonborn #dovahkiin #tes v skyrim #tes v #elder scrolls #tesblr #my art #The Sunder Hunt Comic #scheduled post

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jasper-the-menace · 3 months

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Now that he's back in the land of the living, Krosis needs to regain the skills he had before he was sealed away.

Just realized today that I've never posted a link to the second story in this series on Tumblr, while I did for stories one, three, and four...my bad.

#jasper post #writing #my writing #the elder scrolls #skyrim #arenmir the altmer #krosis #dragonborn #dovahkiin #aela the huntress #farkas #vilkas #arcadia #skyrim farkas #skyrim vilkas #skyrim arcadia #dragonborn priests #first lessons

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mareenavee · 9 months

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Sea of Storms

I challenged @paraparadigm and @archangelsunited to a duel wherein we write about Pirates within the context of TES.

Our judge for this duel is @elfinismsarts -- oh boy. What have you signed up for? LOL <3

See the info card for The Rules. :>

Shoutout to @changelingsandothernonsense, @polypolymorph and of course @thana-topsy for general awesomeness and enthusiasm for the shenanigans. <3

~*~

Sea of Storms

Waves crashed against the hull of the Azura’s Revenge, rain battering the crew as they scrambled to account for the tempest that had blown in. Jury was still out if it was real at all, or something conjured. They’d said the Pirate King, if that’s what he really was, could cause madness with the mere presence of his ship. Well, it was madness to be here in the Sea of Ghosts. It was a bit far from the Abecean, where his lot belonged.

Athis clasped his hands behind his back, water flooding over his tricorne hat and running under the salt-soaked collar of his heavy captain’s jacket. Miserable. But they wouldn’t lose. He’d sailed these waters for twenty years now, evaded every iceberg, sank every East Empire Galleon he chose to target. Dremora or not, Velehk Sain wouldn’t stand a chance. Perhaps especially not now that he was allied to the damnable Blood Horkers out of Japhet’s Folly.

The ship tossed over the next high wave and shouting erupted from the crew as they lost their footing, sliding across the deck in the deluge. Athis gripped the railing, rings glinting in the flash of lighting. He was deafened momentarily by the thunder. He turned to his helmsman, whose claw-mark warpaint ran down her face as she struggled to steer the ship toward the nightmare ahead of them. Sodden red hair hung in her eyes and she grit her teeth, struggling with all her strength to prevent the wheel from spinning out of her grasp. She managed, barely. And better still, the Blood on the Water loomed close, its black sails still open, as if unaffected by the winds.

Maybe it was a conjuration after all. And here they were, supposed to be intimated. Athis grinned. A strong enough mind could end this torment, break the illusion. Where was Farengar? Foolish wizard was likely still hiding below decks, attempting to wait out the conflict. Coward. Fine, for now they’d fight in the storm. It wouldn’t be the first time, and wouldn’t be the last.

He took the stairs down from the quarterdeck two at a time, steady despite the choppy water beneath. Thunder crashed again, lightning blinding, but still he pressed on. The Maormer twins had already begun to harness the storm, channeling its power through themselves and redirecting it with double the force. It was the best they could do – the rain had made slowmatches useless. Likely that had been the intent all along.

The helmsman had, as directed, aimed right for Velehk Sain’s ship, twisted as it was, looking like something constructed of scraps scrounged from the Deadlands. They were close enough to Windhelm that repairs could be done in no time at all. They’d long since abandoned caution in this fight, especially once the grapeshot ran out and the downpour began.

Athis was bellowing now, voice lost to the scream of the wind and the loud crack of thunder across the sky above them. But the crew knew the plan – they had all along. They braced for impact. Athis flattened against the mast as the Azura’s Revenge crashed into the Blood on the Water’s broadside. -> Read the rest on AO3

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ivvwwwwwi34 · 6 months

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gosh I didn't mention that Willow has a pair of decorated eye patches!! although he usually wears a plain black eye patch, there are occasions when he wears other

this one was personally sewn by Emily to make Willow feel a little better after his injury..

(someday I'll write a little bit more about his relationship with Emily, which is very sweet and friendly.. someday... eh.)

#vilka shitpost #farmer willow #btw this sketch is pretty old.. and for some unknown reason I didn't post it :/

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delicatebluebirdruins · 6 months

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the world of stoneybridge and the first packs final two years at school was isolated (not as isolated as the wild wolf pack but you know)

the final year we learn about Segolia something that only gets hinted at kinda (people that can help) in season 1 and 2 but not explored just things said in passing people in positions that can help

Segolia as a whole could have been done better considering the power they hold and the things that they do. like it is basically a wolfblood government but never treated as such and it should have been that way especially with the route they went with the secret getting revealed

but we're in a city this time in Segolia and then its back to school kinda with majority of the pack being in their final year of school (+Emilia)

and you know 4 and 5 is rushed just in general

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wildhexe · 8 months

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @boethiahspillowbook and @mareenavee~!

Here's a snippet of the next chapter of Cursed Dawn. Enjoy.

So when she was completely enamored by the cheerful, yet somber ghost of Helgi thanking her and disappearing into a burst of beautiful, golden mist as opposed to her usual darkened ash; she was left distracted and in her own emotions. Helgi was finally at peace. But she would soon discover that peace would not come for her, for she was being watched. Hearing the startling sound of a twig breaking, she quickly turned around to be met with the same stranger that she had taken a small sip of blood from the night prior.

"You!" Was all he said as he stared dumbfounded at her in the state she was in. Caterina froze as she once more bit at her lip, unsure of what to do. Should she kill him? Maybe, but he wasn't a vampire. He couldn't be easily slayed with one of her weapons and his armor looked pretty sturdy. Not to mention he towered over her. No. She would have to talk her way out of this one.

"Excuse me, but this is official Dawnguard business. You need to leave." Perhaps that wasn't the right thing to say, for he lifted a brow as he stared down at her in the hole, her arms crossed as she gave him her best dead stare with the hopes that he would leave.

"The Dawnguard." He asked, though it was more of a statement. "You do realize that I can tell you're a vampire, correct?"

"What's your point?"

Tagging @elfinismsarts & @friend-of-giants. If you wanna. And anyone else.

#in which we are finally introduced to cat and her sass #wip wednesday #my post #my writing #skyrim #dawnguard #vilkas #cursed dawn #caterina motierre

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