#Skyrim theives guild

[mat-neptune]

[skyrim-said-that]

POV; Mercer Freys funeral

[skyrim-forever]

What your fav Skyrim Faction says about you!

(This is just for fun!!! It's a joke <3 and this is based off of all joinable factions as listed on the ES wiki)

Thieves Guild: Be gay do crime? No, be bisexual do crime

College of Winterhold: FUCKIN NERD

Bard's College: This is your fav as a meme

Imperial Legion: While you're bringing back the glory of Rome you should also take out that stack of dirty dishes by your computer.

Stormcloaks: You're either the worst type of person or the best

Dark Brotherhood: You use dark humour to cover up the fact you deeply crave connection

The Companions: Team Jacob

Dawnguard: You have a holier than thou attitude

Volkihar Clan: Don't cut yourself on all that edge 😛

Blades: This is no one's favourite

Greybeards: You read once about the existence of professional hermits in the 19th Century and have longed for that life ever since

Coven of Namira: Enjoyers of Cannibal by Ke$ha

Nightingales: You probably think Nocturnal is hot and the armour is sick. You are not wrong

House Telvanni: You are one of the cool nerds 😎

Tribal Orcs: The chillest people you'll ever meet

[moodiestmags]

~ Lady Luck ~

[changelingsandothernonsense]

First personal art of 2023, took a few months to finish in between work and health stuff, but I finally finished something XD.

[yeehawbvby]

Go, Lass (Brynjolf x F!Reader)

Rating: Teen+ (explicit language, canon-typical violence)

Summary: The guards of Markarth have you cornered in the Silver-Blood Inn, eager to steal you away to Cidhna Mine. Luckily, you’re gifted a bittersweet goodbye with your favorite guildmate before you’re imprisoned for only the gods know how long.

Author’s Note: This was a fun little idea I had based off my current Skyrim run! It takes place after The Forsworn Conspiracy/before No One Escapes Cidhna Mine, and before you meet with Endon for Silver Lining. The reader-insert doesn’t have to be the Dragonborn, and your race isn’t specified either.

Sorry for any errors, I didn’t proofread before posting. Hope y’all enjoy! x

Check it out on ao3!

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“C-come on, I didn’t really kill all those people! Surely you’re overlooking some details—“

“Oh no, we’ve all heard stories of your honeyed words. You’re not getting out of this one that easy.”

Shit, shit, shit, you thought to yourself.

Looking back and forth between Brynjolf and the Markarth guards, you panicked. Your heart raced as your shoulders slumped and your chest visibly began to heave.

You’d never been arrested for stealing, in all those years of doing it to survive, followed by making it into a profession with the Thieves Guild; but due to a failed attempt to help a determined Breton rid Markarth of the Forsworn, you’d really fucked up. 

Lots of weird politics. Far more killing than you were used to. So many ways to be framed in so little time. In the end, your comrade didn’t even make it — the guards made sure of his demise as soon as they’d been tipped off. All poor Eltrys wanted was a safe future for his wife and child, but that was supposedly too much to ask for in such a corrupt city.

The reason Bryn tagged along on your trip back to Markarth for this job was to bring you comfort and backup. You were two peas in a pod (albeit, Brynjolf seemed to see you as a sister whilst you hid your romantic feelings in plain sight), and you knew he’d help you if you truly needed it, no questions asked. 

You’d kept your fingers crossed, upon the law’s arrival, that the tall Nord’s presence would intimidate the guards into brushing it all off. Unfortunately, your downfall seemed certain. 

In that moment, the guards, citizens and denizens onlooking all wanted you imprisoned for life. And your favorite partner in crime was there to witness it all, barely even knowing what had gotten you into such a mess. His face looked neutral as ever, but his body language said otherwise. You knew Bryn well enough to be able to tell how tense he was.

You had three options. Option number one: run. Never come back. Screw this silversmith job that the Guild desperately needs, someone else can take care of it!

…Although, whoever is sent in your lieu might just muck it up. 

Option two: Fight. Main issue there is that it would be subjecting yourself and Brynjolf both to a death sentence.  

Option three: Turn yourself in. The prospect was terrifying, but you’d gotten yourself out of countless sticky situations. Perhaps you could figure out the details of an escape plan later. Maybe you could even organize a full-fledged jailbreak.

Everyone surrounding you knew what choices you had, merely not realizing the extra details that went into your third prospect. The inn was quieter than a crypt as they waited with baited breath to see what you’d do. 

“I…” You looked over your shoulder at Bryn, a deep exhale shaking your form as his beautiful emerald eyes met your own gaze. “I submit.” His eyes widened. The guards made a move to capture you, but you halted them, your face whipping their way.“Wait.”  

“What in the Gods’ names makes you think we—“

“I’m a cold-blooded killer, aren’t I?” You lilted, eyes stabbing into the man who’d been doing the talking for all of his crew. “If you don’t allow me to bid my friend farewell before I spend the rest of my fucking life in the mines, I could take out everyone in this room. Starting with them.”  

You tilted your head towards the small family that hid behind the counter. The parents gasped, and their son whimpered in fear, hugging himself closer to his mother. Playing into the façade, you drew a smirk across your features. 

“…Very well. You have one minute.” The guard added, glaring at Brynjolf, “No funny business or you’ll both perish.”

“Yes sir,” you lazily saluted. 

You turned around to face Brynjolf, who looked pale with discomfort. 

“Look, I don’t know what you’ve done, but—“

Before Bryn could get another word in, you tip-toed to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tender hug. 

As he returned the gesture, you turned your face until your lips brushed his ear, and ever so softly whispered, “I will get out of there.” Bryn shifted a little, and you continued, “I don’t know when, or how, and maybe I won’t even survive; but trust me when I say that I’ll see you again soon, one way or another. I’ll make damn sure of it.” 

Your partner in crime wanted to laugh. He knew you. He knew what you were capable of. No matter how foolish you were to already be conspiring an escape, he believed you could do it. But he didn’t wish to draw suspicion from the guards, so he simply nodded, an amused exhale that could’ve been mistaken for despair shaking his armored chest as he tightened his grip around your form. 

You pulled away, but before you could make your way towards your captors, you felt a tug on your arm. Turning to the source, Brynjolf pulled you close, replacing his grip on your bicep with a tender caress to your cheek from both hands.

Before you could process what was happening, he tilted your gaze upward and dipped down to your height, sealing the goodbye with a kiss. You melted into his touch, your palms finding refuge against his broad shoulders. 

As Bryn’s auburn beard tickled your chin, you smiled, basking in the taste and feel of his mouth. The warmth of his breath. The calluses of his large hands barely scratching your cheeks. After a few short seconds that you wished could be hours, he separated.

A crooked grin graced Brynjolf’s lips as he whispered to you his parting words:

“Go, Lass. Make their ancestors weep.”

[nicstylus]

Ik I already posted part of this, but here is the full character sheet all together :]

[smorgasbort]

[monstersandmaw]

Yeah, no, I totally didn’t start yet another Skyrim playthrough as a grouchy, scrunkly little murder asshole bastard elf... And yes, I deliberately chose the slutty murder glove option for the *aesthetic*. (I love that his little ears show through his hair when you look at him from the back!).

His name is Naethir, he doesn’t like people or politics at all, and he’ll pick your pockets and probably nick an artery on the way out if you’re unlucky, just to keep you quiet. He’s got a soft spot for the orphans and destitute of Skryim though, he really dislikes Nords, is happy to be extremely slutty but is demiromantic so there’s not much chance of him falling in love any time soon because he keeps most people at bow or spell range, and he’s the kind of person who, when told to surrender their weapons, will keep you there all day while little knives and throwing daggers just keep dropping off him. Doesn’t give a shit about history, and only wants to know how much something is worth. Will drink an orc under the table, and regularly does so. Hates leeks, loves sweet rolls.

[0mornings-dawn0]

The Newest Recruit

[skyrim-said-that]

Brynjolf: Okay, truth or dare?

The Guildmaster: Truth

Brynjolf: How many hours have you slept this week?

The Guildmaster: ...Dare

Brynjolf: Go to bed.

The Guildmaster: I don’t like this game

[quackquack-20]

ma'am, this is a Brynjolf appreciation zone

(i did not draw nor do i own any of these images)

[what-is-fanart]

Lavinia Reborn

I'm starting a new Skyrim file which means I've got a new Dragonborn but surprised it's actually going to be Lavinia. Also, she's not even the Dragonborn but oh well. Her story is a huge mess and I wanna revamp her and talk about her again. Her entire personality and backstory are going to be under major construction but I'm super excited! There's literally a changelog at the very end 

Background:

Race: Bosmer

Birthplace: Skyrim

Childhood Home: Birth parents cabin in the rift (0-9), Honorhall Orphanage (9-10), Thieves Guild (10-?)

Current Home: Dawnstar Sanctuary

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality

Brash, Manipulative, Guarded, Secretive,

Appearance:

Hair: Ginger. Full undercut

Skin: #e09e6c (warm beige/tan with freckles)

Build: Lithe and agile but not without some muscle. 

Factions:

Brotherhood

Thieves guild

Family:

Birth parents: Bosmer (Deceased)

Other family:

Brynjolf (Father Figure)

Nazir

Babette

Gabriella (Girlfriend) (Deceased)

Friends and Associates: 

All Guild members (friends/associates)

Farkas

Elgrim (Alchemy master)

Aventus Arentino 

Mjoll and Aerin

Backstory and further information under the cut (and bonus Changelog!)

 Lavinia murders Grelod the kind upon learning of the abuse the children there are subject to, both for Aventus and out of guilt for not realizing sooner despite living in Riften. She is kidnapped 3 weeks later, and the events of the Dark Brotherhood plotline follow. She grows close to every member of the brotherhood, eventually falling in love with Gabriella. The two of them are nearly betrothed when the brotherhood begins falling apart. Her dedication to the brotherhood leads to her killing Cicero, and when Gabriella and most of the brotherhood are murdered she forms a bond with Babette and Nazir that is borderline codependent. Together they rebuild and regroup in Dawnstar and after a period of time get back on their feet. She becomes a devout follower of Sithis and leader of the Dark Brotherhood in Skyrim. 

Her assassinations are swift and unexpected, often acting as a barmaid and slipping undetectable poisons into bottles of ale. She remains somewhat of an honorary member and associate of the thieves guild though she is very rarely active in their work. She communicates between the two often and gives them tip-offs and information where she can, as well as taking over Delvin's role as the connection between the two groups, The only one aware of her position from the guild is Brynjolf. 

Faction Relationships (By FNV faction standards):

Companions: Neutral

Blades: Neutral

College of Winterhold: Unpredictable

Dark Brotherhood: Idolized (leader)

Nightingales: Liked

Stormcloaks: Vilified

Imperial Legion: Unpredictable

Thalmor: Mixed

The Thieves Guild: Idolized (member of the leading council)

Favoured Holds:

Riften

Dawnstar

Whiterun

Hated holds:

Markarth

Winterhold

Falkreath

Changes to character with revamp:

Hair is simplified. More focused on being an undercut without trying to also be a mohawk.

Removed adoptive parents. Instead, I've moved the timeline back a bit, so she is taken into the Thieves guild earlier in her life.

Lavinia is now a master alchemist, with a decent knowledge of enchantment as well. In her teen years, she apprenticed under Elgrim. Her mother was an alchemist and it is one of the few connections she has to her birth family. She continues her studies until there is nothing more Elgrim can teach her, eventually working alongside Gabriella to create undetectable but deadly poisons. This is now her style for assassinations.

I made her a bit older when she starts the brotherhood questline (24) because now that I'm not 15 I realize there is no reason for her to be 18

Lavinia is no longer the dragonborn

Lavinia is no longer the guild master. Instead the duties of the guild master are shared between Karliah and Brynjolf, with Lavinia weighing in when she can. Her sole focus is now being the listener.

[sluttyquarantinetheory]

I just failed the Goldenglow job in Skyrim because a fucking dragon swooped from the sky and burned the rest of the fucking hives.

[chartreusemaiden-blog]

Just a nightgale doodle. Pretty much  how I see the dynamic trio. Brynjolf doesn’t have time for this.

[thelurkershideout]

Just gonna stream of consciousness brainstorm here a sec

So Fjora is my Thieves Guild OC, she's also probably my longest existing OC. She was born in Riften, met Brynjolf when they were both young and formed a friendship, then ran away from her terrible home life and studied to be a bard in Solitude before coming back to Riften years later.

I've been thinking a lot about those early days in Riften recently, and I know that Fjora never met or knew Gallus or Karliah before the events of the quest line. But like, what if they knew her?

What if they were aware of this little girl who clung to the edges of rooms and crowds on instinct? This girl who is already a natural at hovering just out of sight as a defense mechanism? She is clearly lonely, and there's something just WRONG. They know they can't approach her directly, she's too young to join the guild and her family has too tight of control over her for them to approach anyway. BUT they have a relatively new recruit only a few years older than her, fresh from the Gold Coast (this is my attempt to explain the "Lass") who needs to start socializing with the locals so he gets better at his job.

So Gallus gives Brynjolf a gentle nudge. "Just try to talk to her." Maybe under the guise of teaching him how to gather information. "She's always watching people, I wonder what she knows?" Brynjolf is awkward, he hasn't mastered his charm yet, but the quiet giggle from the girl who sits under the docks when it rains is promising.

Snow Veil Sanctum happens shortly after Brynjolf first speaks to Fjora. Years later Gallus's spirit isn't quite sure why, but the young woman who enters the Sepulchre is familiar and he feels hope return to him.