#flint skyrim

[lil-biscuits]

Skyrim parenting guide pt. 1: Lifting Baby

[khajiit-apologist]

brat but it's the same except I assigned the songs to cvfs

Gore: 360

Val Serano: Club Classics

Velyania: Sympathy is a knife

Feris: I might say something stupid

Katana/Megara: Talk talk

Aniya: Von Dutch remix but just the ad lib scream done by Addison Rae

Lucien: Everything is romantic

Auri: Rewind

Serana: So I

Lydia: the girl so confusing remix with lorde and I'm lorde

Flint: Apple

Taliesin: B2b

Daegon: Mean girls

Secunda: I think about it all the time

Inigo: 365

[foamimi]

[rabbittwinrithings]

Made a new oc! His name is Von, son of Kyne, and guide of the fallen!

Von is a demi-god, son of Kyne, who watched over souls in Sovengarde and helps lead them to the Hall of Valor.

Obviously, being the son of Kyne, he always did know the thu'um and used it to aid warriors in Sovengarde.

However, all would change with Alduin. Von and Alduin have a long history of battles against one another. But it wasn't till the Nords of the Merethic era would fall quickly during their rebelion that the two's anger towards one another would come to a head.

Von would meet Alduin in the snowy fields of Skyrim, demanding Alduin to stop. This led to a large fight. For a while, it seemed the two to be evenly matched, but at one point, Alduin gained the advantage by bitting off Von's hand and shouting at him. Using a thu'um that caused Von to fall in a deep slumber.

As the years went by, Von laid in the snow, soon covered by the thickness and laying dormant in it for thousands of years.

Soon enough, he awoken. But all was not well, Von remembers nothing of who he once was except his name.

As a mess and not knowing where he was, Von began to wander Skyrim.

He started to take small, odd jobs to get by. These jobs would slowly begin to lead him to places where he started to meet others like him; lost, in their own ways.

Taliesin kept telling Von he should at least try to look more presentable.

Von just somewhat chuckled and asked, "What do you suggest?"

The Mer looks to Khash. "Khash, would you be so kind to get our friend's hair under control?"

The Argonian girl could barley contain her excitement!

While he knows nothing of who he once was (yet,) Von is happy with the life he's building so far.

Sadly, Alduin knows how to hold a grudge and longs to devor the rest of the demi-god who's flesh he tasted.

[the-creature-22]

[milkyandromedas]

having the world's grandest and silliest time in skyrim via bringing 21 and soon to be 22 followers around with me at all times. narrow hallways are a nightmare. sometimes upon entering an area i spawn one to two floors above or below the group. everyone is always talking to each other and to me. i have music on in the background i don't know what anyone's saying to me ever. but they are my friends.

[farshores]

WOE

MINOTAUR FOLLOWER UPON YE

[mystichistoria]

Trapped in the hell dimension.

[mottlemoth]

All over-18s welcome in my DMs for geeking out, nerding around and generalised chat ❤️

Current obsessions below:

Games

Detroit: Become Human (ship: Hank/Connor)

Horizon Zero Dawn (fave: Kotallo)

Baldur's Gate 3 (faves: Halsin, Astarion)

Mass Effect (fave: Garrus, Jack, Shepherd)

The Last of Us (fave: Abby Anderson)

Skyrim

Planet Zoo

Crusader Kings III

TV, Radio & Books

Sherlock (ship: Mycroft/Lestrade)

Agatha Christie (books and TV; fave: David Suchet)

Sherlock Holmes (books and TV; ship: Holmes/Watson)

Lewis

Deadloch

Cabin Pressure

Firefly

The Last of Us

Izzy Hands (ship: Izzy/MOC)

Black Sails (ship: Flint/Hamilton)

House of the Dragon

Rings of Power

Prehistoric Planet

Film

Venom (ship: Eddie/Symbiote)

Galaxy Quest

Megamind

Les Miserables (ship: Javert/Valjean)

Pirates of the Caribbean

Disney Hercules

[youfreakinturltle]

Protect You Pt. 3

(A/N): Okay friends! This is potentially the final part to this series! If y’all would like a part 4 please let me know! I was sorta maybe possibly thinking of a slightly smutty part 4 buuuut idk yet, y’all let me know! There is a slight Skyrim reference so iykyk lol!

Pairing: Colby Brock x ghost!fem!reader

Warnings: you know how it be, some language, mentions of death, mentions of reincarnation, food mentioned, superstition, like one sentence that mentions prostitution (reader’s mother on Nassau), I think that’s it, if I missed anything let me know!

It had now been 2 years since you attached yourself to Colby and started going on adventures with him and his friends. Everywhere he went, you were right beside him, keeping him safe from entities and people alike. While they were still scared during some of these adventures, they were far more comfortable knowing you were there. Especially Colby, who you had grown quite close with during your time together. He had taken to spending every evening once he retired to his room communicating with you. At first it was through writing on the mirror until he decided that wasn’t enough and wanted to actually talk to you.

About a year ago you two had begun talking via the Estes Method with him sitting on his bed, leaving room for you to sit next to him, with headphones and a blindfold on. You told him many tales about your life, all the way from growing up on Nassau with your mother to your final hunt, The Urca de Lima. You once even told him about a flashback you’d had to your childhood one day that made you finally realize who exactly your father was - none other than Captain Hornigold himself. He could faintly make out the sound of you crying telling him this, making his heart break realizing just how upset you were. That was the only time where you two had been able to touch by Colby reaching out to you. He was so hurt from hearing you so sad, he unthinkingly reached his hand out to place it on top of yours. By some miracle, he did indeed touch your hand. It was a quick, fleeting feeling, but it meant the world to the both of you. You, who hadn’t felt a person’s touch in centuries, and he, who was beginning to feel his heart ache from being so close to you, but never being able to see or touch you. That was about six months ago now.

Since that day you slowly began to realize that you were no longer simply here to protect him, which was still highly important to you, but you were beginning to feel things you hadn’t since you died. The last time you felt this way was for none other than John Silver, the man who stole Captain Flint’s Urca de Lima map and somehow became one of The Walrus’ most valued crew members. You were beginning to fall in love with Colby. While it filled you with joy to spend every day with him, keeping him safe, it also broke your heart to know you could never truly be with him. And sitting in the back of your mind was knowing that he could never possibly feel that way about a ghost.

One day the two of you were sitting in the living room with Sam, Jake, and Corey, watching a show you learned was called “Family Guy”. Next to you, Colby kept an earbud in that was connected to the spirit box in his pocket so you could talk to him any time you wanted. All you had to do was give him a tap on the arm and he would reach into his pocket and turn it on. After about the fifth time of this, the others began to notice.

“What are you doing man, getting the scores for the game or something?” asked Corey.

Colby laughed and tried to wave him off, but it seemed the guys were on a roll.

“Or are you maybe talking to (Y/N) again?” asked Jake with a cheeky grin.

“And what if I were? That a problem?” Colby asked with a laugh.

“Nah, no problem, just starting to think you might have a crush.” The guys began laughing while Colby glanced in your direction.

“Ha ha, very funny guys, stop before you make her uncomfortable.”

You were beginning to squirm, hoping Colby wouldn’t take them too seriously. You weren’t sure if you could handle that quite yet, truth be told, you were just coming to terms with having these feelings at all. Let alone be able to convey that to him yet. Before your thoughts could travel any further you hear Corey say, “Why would that make (Y/N) uncomfortable? I mean unless she has a crush on you too.”

Jake and Corey laugh with each other while Sam scolds them about being inappropriate. Colby begins shifting in his seat like he’s uncomfortable as well. You give him a minute to say something, anything, every second your anxiety growing.

When you start to think he won’t say anything at all, he turns to you and did quite possibly the worst thing he could’ve done, “(Y/N)… do you…?”

Your eyes all but bulge out of your head before you shoot up off the couch and run to Colby’s room, slamming the door shut behind you, praying he would leave you be. You look around the room for a moment and your eyes land on the shelf he had put up for you, filled with things he had gotten for you on his adventures, claiming, “it just doesn’t seem right that this is our room now and it’s only filled with my stuff. You deserve things too.” Thinking back on your times together, you begin to cry, not realizing it until you felt the tears streaming down your face. Behind you, the door opens and closes quietly and without turning around you know exactly who it is.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t mean to upset you in any way. I’ve got the spirit box on still if you want to talk to me. If you don’t I completely understand. Would you like to be left alone for a while or is it okay if I stay?”

You took a moment to collect yourself and told him he can stay, to come sit with you. Settling in next to each other on the bed, you realized it’d never been this awkward between the two of you. You’d always had this comfortable air together. You just wanted this uneasy feeling to go away. Before you could speak up though, Colby says, “I’m not sure how you feel about this, but I can’t keep it in any longer. (Y/N), I like you. More than I probably should, but I don’t care about what they say or think, I only care about what you think. I know it would never really work between us, but I can’t deny how I feel. I’m falling in love with you, (Y/N). If that makes you uncomfortable please tell me. I just- I couldn’t-“

Whatever he was trying to say was cut off by a little sob. You whipped your head around to look at him and realized he was crying. You reached your hand up to wipe his tears away, momentarily forgetting that you can’t, so instead you opt for cradling his face gently in your hands. He seemed to be able to feel, or at least tell, that you were touching him. Smiling at you, he opened his mouth to speak again before you cut him off.

“I love you too. It scares me, but I do. I don’t know what to do or say, but all I know is that I love you and I would spend the rest of eternity fighting to protect you.”

He is staring at you wide eyed now, his eyes filled with happiness, relief, and an overwhelming amount of love. You almost pull away from the unfamiliarity of it, but decide against it. Leaning forward you rest your forehead against his and close your eyes, reveling in the knowledge that he does share your feelings, it isn’t completely one sided this time. Riding your high of happiness and relief, you hesitantly ask him, “Can I try something…?”

“Of course.”

You slowly lean forward until you gently feel your lips ghosting over his. For a moment, you feel a wave of warmth flow over you before you realize, you can feel him. You can actually feel him! He seems to realize this quickly and taking advantage of the fleeting moment of your corporeality, he kisses you back. You cling to one another as long as you’re able before you feel yourself beginning to fade again.

The airy laugh he lets out matches your own. You’re both so happy you don’t know what to do with yourselves past whispering words of love and affection to one another until Colby eventually falls asleep. Following your nightly routine, you lie down next to him and close your eyes. Even though you can’t actually sleep, it’s nice to feel that little bit of normalcy.

Something about this night is different though. Because one moment you’re laying next to Colby with your hand resting atop his, and the next you’re standing in a dark void. You begin to panic, thinking you’re finally moving on.

“No, no, nonono. This can’t be happening. Not now! Please not now!!”

“Do not worry, my child. I would never do such a thing to you.”

Turning around, you quickly take up a defensive position. You see a woman standing in front of you. She’s tall, beautiful, and dressed in a flowing white dress with her burgundy tresses flowing gracefully past her shoulders.

“Who are you?” You ask, your voice echoing out into the void.

“My name is Mara, goddess of love and compassion. I watched over you through your tragic life. I’m so sorry that all happened to you, my love.”

“So I had an actual goddess watching over me and I still died like that? Regardless of that, it’s been over 300 years now, why are you just now showing up? Do you have any idea how alone I felt all that time?!”

“I know, my child, I know. Again, I’m so sorry. But given my position, there was nothing I could do regarding your death for that is not my domain. But I was able to negotiate with the goddess of death into allowing you reincarnation. You were meant to reincarnate and find John again in your next life if you had passed on as intended. Though it seems I failed to take into account how hard headed you are!” She finished with a twinkling, airy laugh.

“If you’re here to offer me reincarnation now, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to decline. I like things how they are now. I’m finally happy. I don’t want to leave Colby. He needs me, he needs my protection.”

Mara smiles at you in understanding and continues, “I know, darling. I’m here with a new offer. Become my champion, and you may return to Colby. Not as a spirit, but as a person. Does that sound alright?”

“…and what would becoming your champion entail?”

“Simply doing as you are now. Rid the world of any demons or evil entities you come across. Spread love and compassion to all that you meet. Do this, and you may spend your life with your love.”

You don’t hesitate for a moment before agreeing to her terms. You had already come to terms with the fact that you would do anything for him, to be with him. And like she said, it was already what you were doing. So long as Colby was safe and uninvolved in any divine deal you made, you’d do anything.

Mara smiled at you and pulled you in for a hug. “Should you ever need me, all you need to is ask. I look forward to watching your happiness. I love you dearly, my child.”

You open your eyes to see light shining through the windows and look down at yourself. Not only realizing that you were actually asleep, but you have a body! A tangible, corporeal body! You roll over to see Colby sleeping soundly next to you and reach a hand up to graze his cheek. You’re over the moon feeling his warmth seep into your fingertips. He begins to stir and you contemplate pulling your hand away to allow him more sleep, but decide against it, too excited to see how he would react.

His beautiful blue eyes begin to flutter open and land on you immediately. He lets out a yelp and jumps up into a seated position. Giggling, you look up at his bewildered face as he whispers, “…(Y/N)? How is this possible? Is this real? Am I still dreaming??”

Sitting up, you take his hand in yours and say, “I’m real, Colby. I’m really here. It’s me, (Y/N). It’s a long story, but I swear to you, it’s all true. I’m really here and I’m not disappearing again. I promise.”

As you speak, he seems to believe you and tears begin streaming down his face. Before you can say any more he pulls you into his arms, clinging tightly to you. You wrap your arms around him, taking in the new, yet distantly familiar feeling. You spend the entirety of the day locked away in his room, watching movies and holding onto each other like you would disappear at any moment. He ordered lots of food the moment you two had collected yourself as you both realized you hadn’t eaten in a very long time. To say the least, it was the best day you’d had in centuries.

When you felt yourself starting to get tired, you clung to Colby even tighter, your anxiety seeping back into your mind. Slightly fearful that today hadn’t been real. You feel Colby pull you closer as he reminds you that everything would be okay with a slow, sweet kiss. Smiling, you snuggle in closer to him, feeling if you were any closer you’d be one.

Next thing you know, you’re waking up to your second day back in the physical world. Realizing the day before hadn’t been a dream, you’re over the moon knowing you get to spend the rest of your new life with Colby as his significant other, rather than just his spiritual protector.

[dwemeri]

@trinimac​ i have thought about this back and forth for the greater part of seven months (not deeply but frequently) and yes, in-game stalhrim is referred to as magical ice but from a worldbuilding standpoint................ what if it were chert

visually stalhrim weapons look like knapped stone:

which like. isn’t necessarily reason enough; obviously yeah stalhrim visually resembles em but so do dragonbone weapons but being found on a volcanic island means that despite not knowing the Deep Geological History of skyrim (though the skyrim geological survey is cool as shit and provides good pointers) with significant heat and tectonic activity, silica from nearby volcanoes as well as a coastline (for limestone formation), conditions for chert/flint formation are favorable and therefore could be the reason for the specificity of solstheim being the only place to find stalhrim, with stalhrim being a unique variety of chert/flint (like ohio flint or pedernal chert or any other kind of chert/flint associated with a specific formation/member)

the analogy isnt perfect because stalhrim encases the (more recent) corpses but it sure is cool to think of the geological implications of a unique type of material found only on a volcanic island and what real-world analog can be found to flesh out a little detail of How It Would Actually Work.

[lil-biscuits]

Happy 6th Halloween!! 🎃 Here is the second batch of Skyrim CVFs in their respective costumes!

[dynamite124]

Does Taliesin enjoy Carriage rides? It's the closest thing to a skyrim roadtrip I can get and I'm here for the chaos with all my boys (Lucien, Inigo, Gore, Flint and Taliesin)

Carriage rides are nice, but Taliesin does enjoy the freedom of riding on Naomi!

[foamimi]

[thequeenofthewinter]

Last Line Tag

Share the last line of your WIP, and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence. (Okay, I cheated and did the last few lines because I couldn't resist.)

This is the last bit I wrote from the next chapter of "An Invincible Summer." (Which I will be posting tomorrow.) I was tagged by the wonderful @dirty-bosmer. <3

“I suppose we should light a fire under this pot and see if I can find anything left in this house to drink.” Immediately, Dahlia starts sifting through the drawers of one of the dressers, finding a spare piece of flint and some kindling and handing it to Ulfric. “You do know how to use this, right?” She teases.

“Who do you think lit all of our fires and cooked for us during the Great War?” He takes the items from her hands and leans down to strike the flint across the stone floors.

“I wouldn’t eat anything Galmar cooked even if you paid me all the septims in Skyrim.”

He laughs, “And right you would be to refuse.”

I'd like to tag: @oblivions-dawn @mareenavee @blossom-adventures @sheirukitriesfandom @skyrim-forever @a-midwinter-night-dream-86 @tallmatcha and @rainpebble3. No pressure. <3

[cescalr]

For the Minecraft asks! 🐺 Do you tend to tame wolves? 🌲Favourite tree and type of wood? 🎒 What items do you typically keep on your hotbar?📅 How long have you been playing minecraft?

Heyo :D

Wolf; I prefer to tame cats, because they scare away creepers and I'm terrible at keeping an eye on my surroundings, but if I have bones on me and there's a wolf near by, I don't go out of my way to avoid taming them :) they're useful, mostly admittedly because I'm bad at the 'new' combat system - can't see the bar to know the timing, and I have a terrible internal sense of such.

Tree; I'm partial to acacia trees and dark oak wood! Spruce, I like a lot, just not as much. Birch is painfully bright, while jungle is pretty situational and oak is just... kinda there.

Hotbar;

I like an organised inventory. From left to right; slot 1 - sword, then axe, pickaxe, shovel, followed by a slot that I swap between etc tools like hoes + shears + flint and steel, next is a water bucket because I'm clumsy and blind and likely to fall off things, and next is food, then torches. If I used elytra (I've never actually bothered to go get any yet since they were introduced; I tend to play on modded older versions) I'd swap the bucket out for rockets, probably! I make space for blocks as and when I need them availible, usually instead of etc tools and the water bucket. I like modded mc bc I like adding the hold alt to hotswap items from the inventory column above each hotbar slot mod - let's me free up some space by doubling up options so I can have some availability for quick access to blocks :). Mods my beloved qol changers lol

Calendar; Oh, forever, lol. Been playing minecraft snce I was 12-ish, 2012/13 or so! 1.7 would be the version of the game I started on, plus the legacy console edition. Really got into it in 2015, though - I was very busy playing skyrim in 2012&13, and besides yogs semi-scripted was still going strong then so there was less of a need for me to play it myself, since I could just watch a whole bunch of really funky stories unfold, and my computer at the time couldn't run modded well at all, and I prefer a modded experience in most modable games I play. :) but nearly all the stuff I watched in 2012-14 was dead and gone by 15, only flux buddies really remained, so I had reason to play it myself again (and doubly so Gopher was back to playing Bethesda games, so I didn't need to play those myself either, which spared up time for important things like my GCSEs, lmao). Anyway, I spend most of my time in 1.12 or 1.18, lately, though of course I did a stint in 1.16 and I'm trying out 1.19, though I'm considering waiting until 1.20 is fully established to move onto newer modpacks properly rather than just .easing around a bit and then going back to good ol' stoneblock or hexxit or what have you. I'm not a fully old school player, beta mc had a lot of things I'm not a major fan of and I do believe most additions since have improved the game - but I am a fan of the old school mods, so there's that, I guess. Can't help the Nostalgia :D. Plus, some of them are just good. Little Tiles is a great mod for builders, for example. Anyway, that's getting way off topic, lol.

Thanks for sending these in!!