#skyrim tale

[nyxx-nth]

[Moodboards: Vahl Aradur & Cywren Caster]

Talevember Day 24: Tale Series

I absolutely adored A Skyrim Tale and A Fallout Tale when I was younger! I loved these characters so much. Their aesthetics are still so cool to me 🫶

[iceclew]

*drops into bed*

this took so much more time than I was expecting it to. ;_; tho it got me through a few difficult days, so it's fine.

a little fancomic for skyrim tales, cause I still am sorta obsessed :D

first I was like, ok, 'let's just try some more comic like stuff' then I was like, 'now I need to make Thomas be a coloured side, just to make him really pop out' And then I was like 'well NOW the rest looks sorta blank.. so. full colour it is...'

//finished full colour//

'....well now all the colours look off.' *table flip*

big smooch to my bestie @mechazushi aka beta reader, aka the-one-brain-cell-keeper!! <3 thank you so much for taking the time to feedback my drafts <3 ૮ ˆﻌˆ ა

[polka-of-dots]

"SKYRIM YAOI CAN BE REAL" i scream at the top of my lungs as i get dragged into a padded cell man, I fuckin love the Skyrim guards tales so so MUCH - they got me dragged into the rabbit hole that is Skyrim actually - I cannot WAIT to have Keith with me as a follower.

psst! down here!

I'm adding to these progressively!! these are not the final versions, trust me

[elderscrollsconceptart]

Drunken Nords

Art for Tales of Tamriel

Art by Aaron McConnell

[sailorgrams]

I've been watching Skyrim Guard Tales (on youtube i don't use tiktok) and I'm obsessed with Jesper I'm downloading his custom follower as we speak

Also the creator wrote a banger concept album on spotify its so good fr fr and I like to imagine Jesper is the one performing it LMAO

[mechazushi]

The thief better get this guard pregnant before I do.

[skyrimguardtales]

Can’t spell “sweep” without “weep”.

[skovenshemmeligheder]

We’re rereleasing Skyrim

[crispy-mushroom]

I love this silly guard so much

[kaya4114]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62520409/chapters/160011250

Oh Hey look. I wrote something and posted it. Been binging Skyrim Guard Tales and a plot bunny happened so I wrote about it. In the bustling city of Whiterun, Jesper, an ordinary city guard, finds his routine life turned upside down when the Greybeards summon him to High Hrothgar. The Dragonborn—the hero destined to fight the dragons—has mysteriously vanished, and to everyone's surprise, the ancient order believes that Jesper is meant to take his place. Skeptical and overwhelmed, Jesper struggles to reconcile his simple life with the grand destiny thrust upon him. Meanwhile, Keith, a thief and constant thorn in Jesper's side finds himself torn between his carefree nature and the feelings he's been trying to ignore, realizing that maybe, just maybe, he cares more about Jesper's fate than he's willing to admit. With his two fellow guards Dave and Kevin at his side as well, Jesper embarks on an adventure filled with doubts, danger, and more than a few laughs. Can a simple guard really save Tamriel, or is this all just a big mistake?

[iceclew]

Well give the man a lute and let him sing, and I am sold, what else is there to say I ask?

Well, whoops this happened and I know EXACTLY WHO'S TO BLAME ON THIS.

@mechazushi ❤️

Kudos for always finding new brainworms to simp on 🥹👌

Well yeah now i ship them like feihbxiefhcbhxx..so what, we knew this would come.

Binged all the vids now, so I'm obsessed with em.

[jesper-n-friends-incorrectquotes]

Jesper: hey keith what's your favorite flower

Keith: why

Jesper: because

Keith: nightshade

Jesper:... ok

[skycrafter360]

Had to contribute some art for the stream @skyrimguardtales did last night and i couldn’t resist doing this part of it lol

With background

Without background

And then just Jesper

[moomine]

come with me | jesper the guard

author's note: psa! this is total self-indulgence... the jesper the guard follower mod/skyrim guard tales literally have me giggling and kicking my feet (cover image credit)

summary: (jespertheguard x dragonborn!reader) (she/her pronouns) After the reader discovers she's the Dragonborn she bonds with Jesper, a Whiterun guard that understands her. The Dragonborn returns to Whiterun after a long time of adventuring and convinces him to leave the city and come with her.

word count: 1,627

warnings: mentions of blood/bloodshed, trauma very briefly explored (mostly fluff here)! all characters are 18+

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As of late, Jesper’s watchful eye felt less and less inquisitive and more so on the side of admiration. Underneath the protective sheath of his helmet, the young guard watched as you walked throughout Whiterun in awe. Upon your initial arrival, he was unsure of you. Who wouldn’t have been off-put by a young woman —dressed in ill-fitting Imperial armor, covered in scrapes and bruises, approaching the city gates with a dire look in her eyes? Better yet, someone who claimed she had information about the dragon attack on Helgen.

Within a short period of time, your name began to carry weight around Whiterun, and the word of the last Dragonborn consumed the entirety of Skyrim. Everyone, man and beast alike, sang praise of the rise of a new hero. Nobody saw you as the woman you truly were, a woman thrusted into a life of adventure and risk without much experience with either. Other than Jesper.

He was used to being overlooked, and when he was noticed it was typically at his own expense. The rest of the Whiterun guard took pleasure in tormenting him. Most of the time they were harmless pranks, just enough to make poor Jesper uncomfortable and his comrades laugh. His experiences outside of the city walls were vastly different. Maybe it was because Jesper took the time to get to know you before you absorbed that dragon’s soul, and the first cry of the Greybeards in centuries could be heard. Maybe because he took great concern at the sight of your disheveled appearance and the obvious shellshock in your eyes when he first saw you. Whatever it may have been, Jesper saw you as more than a hero. He saw you as the woman you were before your legendary quest began.

It had been a number of days since Jesper had seen your return to Whiterun, and his normal anxiety seemed to grow astronomically with each sun that set. When he finally saw you enter the Bannered Mare, seemingly unscathed but clearly exhausted, he felt a weight immediately lift from his shoulders. He watched from afar as you approached Hulda, handed her a fist full of gold, and took a chilly bottle of mead into your gloved hand. He felt his heart begin to race as you turned around and looked about the room, scanning the crowd of merry men and women chatting amongst themselves and listening to the sound of Mikael’s famously sweet lute. As your eyes met his masked face, he felt a smile spread along his lips without his knowledge. It was like an impulse. The second you saw him he felt lighter, felt seen. Somehow you always knew it was him.

You approached, armor clanging against itself as you walked, and nodded to the empty seat across from him with that tired smile of yours. “Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all,” Jesper said, almost too quickly, and sat up straight.

You didn’t hesitate, dropping your heavy satchel to the floor as you sunk into the rather uncomfortable chair. A long, drawn out sigh blew through your lips. The wooden chair creaked beneath you, warping from the weight of your armor. By your reaction, Jesper would have thought that was the most comfortable chair you had ever had the pleasure to sit in. Realistically, he realized that might have been the first time you sat in a chair at all in days. Ashen logs crackled as the fire ate away at their bark flesh, filling the inn with warmth and the haunting smell of smoke. It had been several months since what happened in Helgen, but you were still tense around fire and smoke.

“You must have had quite the adventure,” he remarked with an amused voice.

“You could say that.” You sighed, popping the cork from your mead before taking a long gulp of the crisp ale. “How’s Whiterun been treating you?”

Jesper grimaced under his helmet. “You really want to hear about how I’ve been? I’m worried I’d bore you to death if I told you.”

“You could never bore me. You have no idea how much I miss the simple life.”

By your expression alone, Jesper could tell you were being genuine. You looked as though you needed to hear about something other than dragons and bloodshed for once.

“They won’t let me take gate duty anymore,” he paused, turning his attention to the wooden sword sheathed at his hip. “And I’m not allowed to carry a blade either.”

Your brows furrowed instantaneously, and you sat up in your chair. “What? Why?” you asked, your gaze piercing and angry.

Jesper felt a shiver go down his spine. “I let a thief into the city. So, now I’m stuck with tavern watch. Making sure drunkards don’t break out into fist fights or harass the barmaids, and all that.”

“As if there aren’t already thieves in this city. That’s outrageous. I’ll talk to the Jarl, we’ll sort this out. I promise-”

“Don’t…” His voice was weak, quiet. “I prefer this. The other guards don’t bother me here, and Hulda’s letting me rent the attic room. It’s better this way.” His eyes fell almost shamefully back to the toy he was burdened with.

“Why do you stay here?” you asked bluntly.

“What do you mean?” he responded, taken aback by your question.

“Why stay in Whiterun? You deserve so much more than this, Jesper. You’re capable of so much more.” You placed an assertive hand on the table, an offering. An understanding. “I’m leaving tomorrow. Come with me.”

Jesper’s face softened as he looked back to you, although you couldn’t see it. “I shouldn’t… I-I mean I can’t. I have a responsibility here. My life is here, in Whiterun. If I go now I’ll be letting everyone down. My family, my brothers and sisters in arms, the Jarl, maybe even you. I can’t just give up because some of the men tease me.”

“They aren’t just teasing you, Jesper. They’re cruel.” Your tone was stern but not harsh. It held a softness you saved just for him, for the rare moments where the two of you could talk. Truly talk. “Come with me. We could go to Solitude, you could join the Bard’s College.”

Your honesty was hard for him to digest, getting stuck in his throat as he tried to swallow the bitter truth. There was little left for him in Whiterun, other than his career and barely notable status. What little he had to his name was either already on his person or overhead, tucked away in that small attic room he had come to call home. Beneath his helm, Jesper’s eyes wandered away from the intensity on your face and toward the fire as it popped, cinders rising from the flames like torchbugs in the night. Your hands tensed, fingers curling into your palms to form fists, as you suppressed a flinch.

“You remembered that?” he asked earnestly, his gaze still fixed on the flickering flames ahead.

A sweet smile crept onto your face as you leaned closer, resting your elbows on top of the table now. “How could I forget? It’s your dream, isn’t it?”

“That’s all it is,” he mumbled. “Just a dream.”

“Don’t you see? We could make it a reality. You can make it a reality,” you said gently.

“I don’t know. They’ll consider me a deserter, you know? I’ll never be allowed within the city walls again.” The discouragement in his tone was starting to become disappointingly familiar to you.

You reached across the table and placed a kindly hand on his shoulder. “You, my friend, are fortunate enough to know the Thane of Whiterun, remember? It pays off to have friends in high places, huh?” 

There was truth to what you were saying, but it was clear to Jesper that you were trying to ease his worries through humor. Since your arrival, he finally had a bit of influence in the city. Although, it was worthless without you physically there to back him up.

Silence fell over the two of you as you stared at one another. Mikael plucked the strings of his lute softly and the commotion of story-telling and conversation echoed throughout the room. Jesper weighed his options, grateful that the conflicted look that surely took over his face was hidden behind the veil of his helmet. After a long moment, he finally nodded, seeming far more sure of himself than before.

“Yeah, okay. If… if you’re certain, then I’ll come with you.” His voice was higher, more excited than before.

“I’ve never been more certain of anything,” you replied. 

Your face was lit up like the nearby fire, spreading warmth to Jesper’s cheeks as they flushed. Almost reluctantly, you peeled your eyes away from his face as you took one last swig from your bottle. The chair beneath you croaked as you pushed it back, scratching against the stone below. You came to your feet swiftly, despite how clearly fatigued you were. Jesper couldn’t help but frown as he watched you stand.

“Where are you going? The… the night’s still young,” he questioned. He didn’t want the night to end, to stop talking to you.

You smiled tenderly as you looked down at him. “I’m exhausted. I don’t think I’ve had a proper night's sleep in days.” You bent over, grabbing your satchel and the rest of your equipment. “I expect to see you by the stables at sunrise. It’s a long ride to Solitude.”

“I’ll be there!” Jesper replied eagerly, watching as you walked away with a gleam in his eyes. You turned to him one last time with an affectionate smile, then closed the door to your room. “I promise,” he mumbled.

[elderscrollsconceptart]

Nord beach assault

Art for Tales of Tamriel

Art by Aaron McConnell

[skyrimguardtales]

He’s just happy to be included.