#skooma

[locust-dust]

🎼Oh my darling, ohh my darling, oooooh my daaaarling Ri'Zara!!!🎶

My little khajiit dragonborn oc, I want to give her a full body of tattoos but that's gonna be an ordeal but I love her sooooo

[arugullla]

Drew some Skyrim items. I want to try making a little sticker set.

I got a few more items lined up to draw, but I’m also open to suggestions ╰(*´︶`*)╯

My ask box is wide open.

[kaylluwu]

its missing martin septim hours ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

[lorkhanagendaposting]

This shit is making vampirism real fucking tempting right now.

[skyrimpolice]

[maxandkon]

Happy Morrowistmas (Christmas) everyone

I originally planned to make a big animation, but unfortunately I don't have time to finish it this year, yet something is better than nothing

Maybe if I improve my skills and will be able to spend time exclusively on animation, next year I will even release 2 Christmas long animations, haha

[igorlevchenko-blog]

Morrowind: Uupse Fyr, fourth wife of Lord-Wizard Divayth Fyr, enjoys skooma pipe with apples and shalk resin.

P.S. That is, wife-clone-daughter-benign corprus tumor.

P.P.S. Moon sugar+apples+shalk resin makes a "fortify speed" potion.

Digital painting. Made in Krita (5.1.5).

[littlealienproducts]

Skooma Shorties with Pocket by CheekyInkz

[elderscrollsconceptart]

Morrowind be like:

I'm waking up to ash and dust

I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust

I'm breathing in the chemicals

*Skooma pipe sound*

[akazum]

lmaoo, I just saw what Vivec looks like in the game files. I'm dying 🤣

[duplicatedincident]

thinking about how the nerevarine is a stupid moron dumbass.

gets super hyper cancer from fucking around with a random cult they knew nothing about literally a week ago. talks to a wizard who cloned and married himself and goes 'hmm please help :pleading:' and the mage goes lmao ok but this kills everyone who tries it.

it works. makes the nerevarine immortal.

takes orders no question from a drunk man with no shirt on who SAYS he works for the tamriel CIA but really has no proof to that effect

oopsie daisies their way into fulfilling an ancient prophesy. becomes 'hortator' [insane word] by; killing everyone, paying a shitload of money, kissing a guy on the cheek. this makes you political general-leader of three massive factions. literally what.

potentially is the only member of that prophetic line to not be a dunmer. could just be a catboy tripping balls. could be a guy that worships literal deific feces. could be french.

frequently visits a demon to abuse his infinite extraplanar money. said demons name is 'creeper' and he has such lines as 'im creepin' here!' which sounds like im making it up but im fucking not.

casts spells with such bizzare efficacy that they can leap across mountains but only for 1 [one] second. frequently dies and has to abuse Video Game Boy multiversal mechanics to try again. all the while vivec who knows chim is sat there like. man. what the fuck.

punches dagoth ur in the face so much he falls over. forgets sunder and keening. has to shamefully leave dagoths chamber then come back. jumps directly down to the heart and destroys it in a single swing. jumps so high out of red mountain that they reach secunda. its the blood moon.

lands on this shitty part of skyrim where literally nobody lives except some smelly barbarians. punches a bunch of werewolves in the nose until they fall over. gives hircine a wedgie. leaves.

punches almalexia in the head 80 times until she cries. takes her sword and sells it to a crab.

decides theyre gonna go 'discover akavir'. assumed 'immortality due to corprus' also meant 'invincibility'.

dies in a shipreck while high on a mix of violet coprinus and bungler's bane (collected for ajira, never handed in, they forgot) and 80 bottles of skooma. they thought if they drank enough and then piloted the boat itd get a speed boost too. they were right and they rammed an islet at 4000mph, exploding on impact.

years later people in the imperial city tell the hero of kvatch 'hey man... the nerevarine... whered they go... akavir? yeag.'

by the time of skyrim the only guys to mention them is neloth who misgenders them and jiub whos fucking dead.

good riddance. you were insane.

[eskher]

[lorkhanagendaposting]

Fantasy drugs are shockingly easy to make in your own house, being a fan of both the Elder Scrolls and Warhammer I'd like to give you all some tips for how best to enjoy two of my personal favorites. Skooma: Skooma is extremely easy to make require only a 1Kg bag of sugar and some Nightshade flowers (With stems attached preferably). Dissolve all of the sugar into hot water and then you'll want to pour it into a jug that filled with your Nightshade (Amount of nightshade depends on preference, if you're unable to acquire Nightshade you can instead use a plant like Mandrake or Datura). My personal opinion would be to mix in the juice from only one Nightshade berry and to avoid placing the berries in your mixture in their entirety to avoid killing your death in a surprise game of berry roulette. After the mixture has chilled for a day you may enjoy as you see fit preferably only drinking small amounts every day to delay eventual death to your newfound addiction. Warpstone Dust: Grind up uranium glass in the blender, sniff-huff that shit. Cast fireballs with enhanced effect, and enjoy all 5 minutes of a Skaven's lifespan.

[maxandkon]

Ironically I almost forgot I made this animation so it indeed almost became lost, lol

[argonianhistchief]

Here is the whole rock/metal opera that tells the story of morrowind (there are a couple songs left that I will upload tomorrow; youtube has an upload limit apparently)

[ladytanithia]

Trying to write a sex scene while stoned...

spoiler: no actual sex. 😂

Tagging @lillxart @dirty-bosmer @skyrim-forever @theoneandonlysemla

“Well, here we are. This is the moment we’ve been waiting for.” Larkspur spread out his arms and his untied robe spread open with them, revealing his bronze, shining nudity.

“Yes,” Miranja breathed throatily as she struggled unsuccessfully not to let her gaze move straight toward the apex of his strong, lean, delectable thighs. Rather than following his example, she squeezed her shoulders inward a bit and let her robe fall to pool around her feet, crossing one arm over her chest demurely. Any insecurity about her aging body flew out the window at the flood of warmth that Larkspur’s appreciative gaze filled her with. Not to mention the slight twitch of his mostly-flaccid member.

“How shall we begin?” Larkspur asked, taking one step closer to her.

“You’re not averse to skooma, are you?”

Larkspur smiled knowingly, revealing his glowing white teeth. They were moist and shone and flickered in the candlelight. “Just a bit, for a little pleasure enhancement? Not at all, my lovely.”

Miranja poured the skooma into the hookah, and they lounged opposite each other, as they each took one draw. They held it as long as they could, narrowing their eyes at one another in a challenge to see who could hold the vapors in longest. Larkspur lost it first, and his embarrassed laughter made Miranja struggle not to laugh as she continued to hold her breath.

“Whoo, just laughing feels delicious!” Larkspur cried.

Miranja watched him with great interest and curiosity, having never seen him lose his composure to this point. She couldn’t wait to see if he spilled anything about secret feelings.

While she never indulged any other time, she loved skooma on occasions like this. It worked almost instantaneously, and it made you deliciously sensitive to touch – as if she wasn’t already sensitive enough without the skooma. She could see why the addiction was so prevalent among the pleasure-loving Khajiit. Another effect, a mixed blessing: It also made you feel like baring your soul to someone.