#Hinted Skyrim

[kneelingshadowsalome]

hi!! 🩷 i've been playing skyrim so much just for comfort and all i can think of is former mercenary könig who now has a farm and a huge house where you have a personal library and a garden and an alchemy table because you're his pretty mage wife <3

or könig who's still a mercenary, this huge scary nord who always has war paint all over his face even with a hood on, only uses two-handed weapons etc. and you're possibly just a mage who needs to explore a bunch of ruins so you have to spend most of your money to hire him and all of your courage to even talk to him about the job in the first place.

SHUT UP I LOVE SKYRIM

Ugh he def proposed to you under the auroras or when you were enjoying a rest at some secret grotto. Held an awkward “I want to spend the rest of my life with you” speech right after you emerged from a stream with nothing on (König stole a glance or two from the banks after promising he wouldn’t look, the big pervert)

He’ll carry anything you give him, and loves it when you make him a homecooked meal <3 Poses as a rough Nord but is always happy to arrive home after adventuring, sleep and fuck you on a cozy comfy bed that has a soft straw mattress with some mountain flowers tucked in it.

Is a bit skeptical about your magic and potions tho, König never understood those things and you dabbling with them makes him think you’re some sort of witch, soon luring him into a trap with your enchanting eyes :/ That’s why it took months before he finally threw caution to the wind and rutted you in the hot springs near Kynesgrove...

He just couldn’t take it anymore, his flirty little mage being such a tease :( Do you even know how many times he had to fap himself to sleep under the furs? ...While you slept soundly not a few feet away, unsuspecting and sweet? Always walked ahead of him so that he had a hard time keeping an eye for the bandits because your ass was swaying right there under his nose >:(

Paws itching to touch you, he especially hated when you sought out a tavern and started to chat with townsfolk or flirt with men to hear rumours. Either cheeky or far too innocent to be travelling with someone like him, you proposed that you pay for single room only and sleep in the same bed to save costs.

Sometimes snuggling closer for some body heat, you didn't get intimidated by the obvious boner soon swelling between you. You even dared to comment on how hairy he was, and fell asleep with a soft smile on your face, pressed snug against his chest. In the morning, you cupped his ass and he had to get a little gruff, warn you that he’ll fuck you until the bed breaks if you’re not careful (that finally got you to your senses, but only for a few days)

He always wanted to build you a proper house, a manor even, steal you away from all the diplomatic nonsense and dangers, he even put some coin to the side so he could someday offer you a safe, happy life away from all this. You could have your own chickens and leeks, he could make you a little alchemy lab too, you’d look so cute perched on some bench with your nose in a book <3 So imagine how his heart soared when you whispered 'yes' to his proposal, König was sure you’d just vaguely tease him about it as per usual!

#JESUS think about how good König would look in Daedric or Wolf armor #which brings to mind #König is probably a member of the Companions #who knows maybe even a werewolf #guards are trying to hint you this by commenting on how your follower smells like a wet dog #what if this guy worships Hircine under the moons while naked and covered in someone else’s blood... #mm yeah just think about it #skyrim meets könig

[braingone]

school is taking a lot more out of me than I anticipated, so have some old Skyrim sketches that I don't...think I've posted?

#oc: ambrose #sketches #tes skyrim #caryalind thallery #altmer #tes serana #camilla valerius #that sketch of ambrose getting arrowed in uniform is from a one page thingy i did that i wasn't #super happy with #but i liked the sketchwork underneath everything and want to rework it sometime in the future #mostly because ambrose at that point in time really did need to be taken down a peg or two #thankfully he's the sort of mer to take a hint from the universe when it hits him with one #so the arrow-related injuries don't happen a lot

[vvanessaives]

can’t go on an adventure without company, so who will you choose? ⚔️

#uhhhhhhhhhhhhh. yea. my skyrim gang. in some kind of romanceable companions idea kfjdfhkjdk everyone clap and cheer #templates made by me haha i spent a normal amount of time on these hehe i swear ohoh xoxo #i hate hate hate hate posting things that aren't cohesive i hate that the first one is black and the rest white but sadly in my opinion in #white it didn't look as cool as in black while the characters sheets didn't look as good in black as in white. basically i'm shaking like a #small dog rn. i liked the concept so much tho...u know..picking a companion..like the screens in those games like da ecc..just me?.. #anyways they are all so special to me i'd pick them all. also i've been hinting that all three of them love each other so much. it's true #oc: hiraeth #oc: sibylla #oc: dervera #*ocstuff #skyrim

[mabaris]

honestly tho i think the fallow mire is the best map in inquisition. the rest of them try to be TOO big because they’re chasing the open world feel and. plenty of other people have spoken, better than i could, about how it makes them feel empty and like they’re just fluff for fetch quests to pad out playtime hours

but the fallow mire is still PLENTY big and feels much more dense because there’s less empty space and overall just. less Going On. i know it’s the dragon age protagonist’s job to get involved in every problem, but i do like how most of the quests seem tighter, related to each other and the overall plot. and it feels more true to the scale of like, kirkwall and og redcliffe and haven

#i honestly adore the journal entries you can pick up from villagers who have left or died #it’s the map with no people but it feels the most lived in yknow #like. i love the parts of the world we see but i also feel like a lot of it is redundant?? #exalted plains overlap with emerald graves. western approach overlaps with the hissing wastes #do not get me started on emprise du lion. labyrinthine skyrim knockoff #it’s just. focusing on the aspects that i feel like people don’t care as much about lmao #5 interrupted minutes of sand just for the chance to hint at interesting lore that is just. there #and they do nothing with #(fairels tomb haunts me) #but also like. the first two or three times i played i never found widris so it still feels like the same level of Hidden. to me #and that quest is actually. relevant to the themes of the rest of the game?? #idk the whole thing definitely feels like it’s the first level they made when they were still on the fumes of the first two games #and imo it’s better for that #mine

[mareenavee]

An Illusion of Competence

Hehehe. SURPRISE! Happy early birthday, @kookaburra1701! Chaos weekend here, and I channeled that energy into a chaos thief Orc, Luzrah gro-Shar. She's amazing, and I love her. Thank you for the brainwyrm! She didn't even have a tag, you know lol that's how much of a shell she was. We love a good shell NPC! I can't wait to see what you do with her in your fic universe!!!!!!! 🤩

without further ado:

An Illusion of Competence

Shit. No. This couldn’t be right! How could they possibly have found her already? Who would even think to go looking for her in this hellhole slum of the city, anyway? Damn it, but if she didn’t get out of this, Vex was going to be so pissed off at her for royally screwing up this job over almost nothing—you know, just like the last one. She couldn’t help herself—the opportunity was right there, and who cared if pickpocketing wasn’t supposed to be the task at hand? The Guild needed the gold desperately, didn’t it? Ugh. Distractions aplenty, unfortunately.

Luzrah gro-Shar snuck around the corner of the Grey Quarter, pulling the hood of her cloak up to cover her very obvious flame-red hair, trying and failing to blend in with a passing crowd of Dunmer. No matter where she went, she didn’t quite fit in, so this was nothing new. She was taller and stronger than most Nords, for one, and green, for another—which caused all kinds of people to stare at her in open disgust. That, and she was a bard, more or less. Or—she could be, given practice. She carried a lute around and everything. It wasn’t what Orcs were known for, generally speaking—she’d only ever met one other who also happened to be a bard, and he was…yeah, he was not a good singer, to put it bluntly. She could at least carry a tune in a bucket, but the bucket was, technically, rusty and full of holes—you can take that as you will. It certainly said a lot more about her thin cover story the closer anyone looked, but now was not the time for worrying over that—it had served its purpose perfectly fine. That is, until now.

She sighed as the sound of the guards clattering along in their Stormcloak blues echoed off of the ancient stone walls. Windhelm, as unforgiving and cold as ever, was nothing but a patch of clear ice over here in the Grey Quarter. Figures. Luzrah wasn’t any stranger to the weather this far north, but she was not dressed for this kind of sport. She struggled to keep her balance as she slid down a slight incline in boots made more for trudging through mud in the Strongholds rather than through all this abysmal weather. Malacath’s toenails, but she wished these imbecile guards would give up already! Her legs ached as she turned a corner and then another, ending up in the market outside of the Alchemist’s shop, mind racing and looking for an escape route. Did they need a bard? It was possible. If she slowed down and acted natural, maybe it would—no. Nope, it wasn’t—she’d tried that in Candlehearth, where it made sense at least, and look where it got her. You’d think she’d learn to work around the misfortune by now, but of course not, otherwise she wouldn’t be in this mess. She could, at least, attempt to lose them. As far as she’d known, they hadn’t seen her face yet.-> Read the rest on AO3!

#MareenaWrites #Luzrah gro-Shar #Luzrah #orc #hot orc summer #gift fic #for KB #friend's ocs #Khemor #Aristeia #Nostos #all of the above is hinted at but this one ain't official canon lol afaik #skyrim #skyrim fic #tes #tesblr #tes fic #elder scrolls #elder scrolls fic #ficblr #fanficblr #writblr #writeblr #lost legends #an illusion of competence #TG #thieves' guild #thieves guild

[totally-not-deacon]

Bruh I should try my hand more at angst, shit's surprisingly fun to write.

I gift y'all the (spellchecked) bit o' Marasa I fiddled with last night. Set like... WELL into her storyline but time and the concept of coherent narrative are social constructs.

(tw PTSD, near panic attack ig?)

“Have you ever been to the Imperial City, Marasa?”

“Not… Well, sort of?” She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, knowing something like this would eventually come up, whether or not she was ready for it. It was only a matter of time.

“Wait. You, ah, weren’t at…” He hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. She understood the concern, reading it plainly from his face.

“Battle of the Red Ring? No, no I wasn’t.” She chewed her lip, eyes darting between her companions before falling back to the grimy table.The sickly-sweet scent of mead, hearth fire burning, Hulda’s horker stew over the flames. She tried to keep herself grounded. Tried and tried and tried and tried. Curious, worried, or who knew what, she could feel them watching. They clawed at her, tugged at things she thought long buried. Nails bit at her palms. Perhaps they deserved to know. Even if every fiber of her being screamed to run. Screaming so, so loud she could barely hear herself. Why was the room shaking?

She swallowed. “It was… I think, I think we were near Chorrol.” A deep breath in, hold it steady, breath out. You can do this. It’s just words. “I was part of a small contingent – we were scouting ahead, tracking enemy movements, positions, numbers – you get the idea.” There were eyes on her, the weight of them bearing down, her body to curling in on itself. She closed her own against them. “We were ambushed. It – I don’t know how many… If anyone else –”

“You don’t have to –” She shook her head, not sure if she could stop if she tried. The floodgates were already opening.

He watched her run a thumb along the deep, jagged lines cutting though her face, something she did frequently, he noted, especially when she thought no one was looking.

“Is that…?” Lucien motioned cautiously to his own face, curiosity taking over despite himself.

She scoffed bitterly despite the otherwise flattened way she spoke. “Courtesy of some Imperial bitch. No offense.” Pausing to gulp down the last of her drink, she sighed. “Nothing quite like having half your face… well, you know.” She made a gesture with her hand mimicking something hanging from her chin. The meaning was obvious. It made him sick to his stomach.

“I guess I should be grateful the legion’s sorry excuse for a healer even bothered trying to slap it back together at all when they hauled off whoever was still breathing. I wish…I – Gods, I wish they’d just let me…” She couldn’t. The words stuck in her throat. Trying just resulted in a choked, barely contained sob. She fell silent, listless eyes tracing the grooves in the tabletop. It wasn’t the room, her hands trembled as she set her bottle down.

“My friend, let us go get a drink.” Inigo interjected just as Lucien opened his mouth, tugging the smaller man to his feet and not-so-subtly guiding him to the bar. He tossed a sorrowful yet understanding glance back, knowing that some wounds always seemed to stay fresh. She didn’t look up.

A bottle slid into her view, sloshing half-full of cheap wine with a fresh reed poking from its opening. Her hands clutched it like a lifeline.

#posted a few sentences of this the other day but reworked it all so #tes #skyrim #skyrim fanfic #oc marasa #lucien flavius #inigo the brave #and a lil hint of: #finding i really like writing sad sacks lmao #my writing #nebarra #skyrim nebarra #nebarra skyrim

[liches-covered-in-lich]

This started out as me indulging my 14 year old self’s need for Angst and I think this is my favorite piece so far honestly. It was so fun to do, but it’s also a bit frustrating as I know something is Missing but I don’t get it yet. I need more experience aaahhhHHHHHH :/

Either way this is my Dragonborn from Skyrim being fucked up, funny enough this is sorta spoilers for the next chapter I wrote of his fic <3

*~* YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO REPOST OR REUSE MY ART. YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO USE IT FOR NFTS OR AI ART. YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO USE IT FOR MERCH *~*

#tes #Skyrim #Dragonborn #ldb #last dragonborn #dovahkiin #artists on tumblr #digital art #tw: blood #that’s your hint lmao #oc: elyden #lichen art

[chennnington]

No spoilers in this post.

I’m known to be very stupid when it comes to plot twists. I never see them coming no matter how hard I try. So when I saw a post about AC Mirage about how that person saw the twist at the end coming, I tried extra hard to figure out the twist with the information the game writers gave me.

And I found something! I saw it coming and it actually happened!

And then it turned out that was just a small side note and when the actual plot twist happened I was caught completely off guard again.

I mean, it’s a bit concerning that I’m so stupid, but I think it enhances the experience cause I was genuinely surprised and it matched the shock of the in-game character(s). So immersive!

#maybe I should start asking the people who saw stuff coming HOW they saw it coming #I also suck at riddles and puzzles in games btw #the easier Skyrim puzzles are my limit tbh #oh but a while back I watched a movie with my parents and I figured something out! #and when I said it during the movie my parents were like ‘that’s ridiculous! what gave you the idea’ #and I pointed out the bits in the movie that hinted at it and I was RIGHT #that was such a great moment. I felt so smart

[archangelsunited]

Basic Skyrim Advice for Late Comers:

Leveling up Skyrim things, Magic Edition:

Step one: Mute the Television/PC.

Step Two: Put on a Podcast. This is grinding time.

Note to self: It is very useful to have a magic regeneration ring, the Morokei mask, and any robes of resurgence on when you do these things. You will have to wait for your magic to restore regularly otherwise. Which takes a while.

Early level advice: There is a bandit camp in Northern Whiterun, called the Halted Streams Camp. This is your literal gold mine. There is a spell book to turn iron into gold ore. You can then use that gold ore to make gold rings, which you can then enchant.

Alteration:

Transmute from that one Bandit Camp in Skyrim/or cast Magelight until level 50. Get Waterbreathing book. Go to the nearest water, stand in it. Cast until desired level.

Illusion:

Cast Muffle over and over and over and over and over.

Conjugation:

Find Shadowmere. Cast Soul Trap at horse till desired level. He stayed still for me. \_(ツ)_/¯.

Destruction:

Cast at Shadowmere/Serana

Restoration:

Cast Equilibrium. Cast Restoration spell of your choice. Repeat. Equilibrium is in Labyrinthian- save often.

Alchemy:

Deathbell and salt pile. Collect as much of it as you can. Combine. Do this till preferred level.

Enchantment:

Honestly I don’t know how to easily level up this with out playing the game. Any advice?

#Skyrim #es5 #tes #note to self #just finished leveling up a bunch #magic #leveling up #brought to you by I needed those last quests #video game hints

[anxiousxdreamer]

here's my question: is it canon that everyone in the empire speaks one language? or is it that way for it's-a-video-game-reasons only? because if the whole empire really only speaks one language that's... i find that disturbing in a way

#Dreamer's day #skyrim #elder scrolls #i mean there's definitely hints of other languages particularly in the way the kahjiit refer to themselves as 'this one' and #of course the names hint to other languages #but what i wanna know is are those languages in USE? #or are they all dying out with only names to hold onto?

[mars-tamriel-explorer]

Moonlit Water

     Ravenna waits until Kaidan is long out of view before fleeing back into the comfortable darkness of the prison tower. The less-than-welcoming number of Stendarr's Vigilants that passed them by during their chat made her uneasy and while she's never been caught by them before, she knows she must be careful to have the advantage of the night in case they somehow noticed her secret. As rested as she's going to get sleeping next to a brazier in a moldy abandoned prison and feeling utterly grimy, Ravenna finally retreats from hiding when the moons are out to watch over her again as she pushes on towards the artfully concealed Rosewood Estate in Falkreath hold. Unfortunately though, she doesn't make it very far. After passing by Valtheim towers and on the road towards Whiterun, she sees them up ahead, waiting eagerly. A large group of the Vigil of Stendarr have congregated in the middle of the road and the hairs on the back of Ravenna’s neck stands on end as dread rises in her chest. They are likely there for her, but she is a wise deceiver, and knows better than to show her hand so soon. So she walks toward them, as confident and nonchalant as she can feign being, and does not look at them, making as though to pass by without interacting at all. She has to hold back from clenching her fists in anxiety as she starts to physically walk past the six paladins, forcing herself to keep her cool, but one of them stops her with a hand on her shoulder.

"Hold, citizen," he greets in a tone that is just unfriendly enough, "Our leader believes he's seen a vampire travelling this way. It isn't safe to be on the roads this late at night. We'd like if you could state your reasoning, if that's alright?" His tone becomes increasingly sinister and Ravenna has to come up with a good lie on the spot or she knows they won't let her go. They might not, anyway.

"I'm a scholar of magic," she begins, cursing herself internally for the way her voice wavers just slightly, "And I’m afraid one too many late nights at my college have instilled a habit in me to-"

"It's her," a smaller, female paladin interrupts from behind Ravenna, and when she turns to look at the Vigilant, she is holding up a spell of Detect Dead in one hand. "She's the vampire."

". . . Shit," is all Ravenna can say for herself in the brief moment of calm before the storm springs to life. Ravenna takes off running towards Riverwood, using an Oakflesh spell to protect her and trying to dodge the swings of swords and maces and bolts of magic sunlight as the six Vigil try to converge on her at once. They all give chase and Ravenna, Mara save her, cannot run very fast for very long even with her supernatural capabilities. She is also unwilling to try to fight them off - killing a group of Stendarr's paladins to save herself is contradictory to all her personal beliefs, despite her fierce desire to live this ugly half-life. Her only option is to lose them in the dense forest of Falkreath hold. As her Candlelight spell fades, Ravenna puts some of her faith in the cover of the night and relies on her supernatural eyesight instead - a choice she normally would not make to appear more human. The darkness and the moons make it easier to sprint more than if she was in broad daylight, helping her put distance between herself and them but still they are hot on her heels, slinging spells and brandishing their weapons in their efforts to kill her. Hoping to shake them off, Ravenna sprints ahead as far as she can to the Riverwood bridge, stopping at the edge of the water only briefly to see if they are still close behind her before slowly stepping onto the surface of the water.

#Woo Vigil of Stendarr #I tried to hint that this was coming a little before we got to it. #There is a reason that she's getting caught #that will get brought up #Skyrim #TES V SKYRIM #Modded Skyrim #sacrosanct mod #kaidan 2 #kaidan skyrim #he's not here but he's part of the narrative #Ravenna the Dragonborn #Ravenna Rosewood

[luckydxy]

Everytime I read something about the Dragonborn being 'uncharacteristicly overpowered' I laugh in Hero of Kvatch.

#;;ooc #;;tbd #sometimes i wonder if bethesda even remembers that they let the HoK mantle sheogorath #i need to go back through the skyrim dialogues relating to sheo & the isles #if i remember correctly there were hints that there's some sort of war / turmoil going on in the isles in sheogorath's absence #& that the Manic's started it. because of course the did. #in MY canon however.. I want to play w/ the idea of the Manics discovering that the duchess of dementia is ara's dead mother . #a literal mute ghost that ara pretty much 'programs' to defend the demented & nothing else #so if the current duke/duchess of mania starts ANY shit ara's plan would backfire spectacularly #because spectral duchess of dementia lijsbeth loft is basically a sleeper agent ready to ATTACK anything that puts the demented at risk #seemed like a great idea to ara when she was worried about another greymarch... but if lijsbeth lashes out defensively against the manics? #oof. big fucking oof. the biggest of oofs you might say. #;;headcanon #;;lijsbeth

[ultramantr1gger]

idk anymore

#whys there a skyrim quote in the tikal hints #flashing

[doctapuella]

I have once again read a musician's whole memoir in a single day

#*an angler's memoir with a hint of music #he summed up his entire 80s maiden career in 2 pages #then back to fish #i loved it so much #i am not a fisherperson but he made it interesting #its the thing of a persob talking about somethibg incomprehensible #but its clearly their passion and they're so excited that you cant help but be fully invested #also i love adrian but i think i love his wife even more #oh my god they just complement each other perfectly im so soft #goddddddd im a changed woman #(no im not. im still never gonna fish unless im playing skyrim.) #but!!!!! so delightful!!!!! #hilarious that i started this little iron maiden jaunt bc reading a brief anecdote about them in bobby rocks book #now here i am having read adrians book and the moment i finish bobby puts out his next newsletter issue #the old men are feeding me well today #yes i WILL be making an appt this summer to talk about being assessed for adhd #thank u for noticing

[soultrappedstjiub]

average dunmer male [wip]

#there will be an explanation for this later #quinini's art #the elder scrolls #tes skyrim #tes #dunmer #hint hint SKYRIM #tesblr #skyrim

[totally-not-deacon]

Love me Dragonborn that fucking loathes being Dragonborn. Sees it like a horrible curse, just hates it. Refuses to even use their powers unless absolutely necessary. Good shit right there.

#hint: marasa is not a happy camper about all this #poor girl just wants to go back to killin' bandits and making coin #tes #skyrim #last dragonborn #oc marasa