#skyrim vibes

[gloryfore]

Magical pathways 🌲🦌

[ghoulspirits]

💖 just chillin with the besties wbu

[starwovenarts]

Aurora borealis fantasy paintings, 2018 VS 2019

[penguinonfire]

[sunflower-bardic-inspiration]

Tower assault (part 2😁):

Paladin, happy and leaving a trail of defeated minions: Time to face the mastermind!

Bard: watches from below, staying to look closer at the huge sandglass.

Paladin: enters the top chamber "You're done, old man!"

DM: Roll Intimidation

Paladin: 20+ (as always)

DM: The wizard trembles, but shouts, 'You'll be trapped here forever!'

Paladin: gives a heroic speech, full of threats

DM: The wizard seems insane, laughing at you!

Paladin: I'll stop this madness once and for all, old toad!

DM: Bard, it is your turn. Your actions?

Bard, with HP almost restored, but still annoyed: I cast Shatter on the sandglass. Don’t forget, I still have that Talos blessing, so I deal extra thunder damage.

DM: You do that quietly or loudly?

Bard: I shout with all my lungs and heart.

DM: Roll…

Bard: 31 thunder damage.

DM: Before I tell what happens next, how does your spell sound?

Bard: FUS-RO-DAH!!!!

DM: Okay. Paladin - as you and the old wizard speak, you hear FUS-RO-DAH, the explosion as the glass shatters and the tower starts crumbling down. Bard, please roll a Dexterity saving throw.

Bard: fails again.

DM: 20 damage from the shards. The stairs are crumbling, everything around does too.

Paladin, in tune for a heroic dialogue and a fight with the villain: WTF???

[carolinarosedragon]

Just a thought:

Does Alaska look like it has Skyrim vibes all over it?

I've been in Alaska this past week and everywhere I turn I keep thinking of Skyrim the entire time. The music keeps popping up in my head... I don't mind though.

... I wanna play Skyrim again when I get home

[artist-rat]

skyrim never ends, it's just on pause sometimes. we're so back!!

[ravenbraid]

No, trust me Kotallo, my first thought was to murder Tekkoteh too...

[graphicnovelist]

Thought this was a fresh ass Skyrim mod

[skyrim-forever]

skyrim affirmations part 9

[gloryfore]

Forest roaming.

[ola-the-clown]

Miiriath in different fits because I love drawing paper-dolls so I can mess around with fashion designs ✨

more risqué garments + a comfy look under read more 😇

[thesongofawinterwolf]

Also if anyone with a Samsung S23 Ultra want to know the settings I used to take these photos, let me know!

May the gods watch over your battles, friend

[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

[garygoldenbignaturals]

hellooo @lavenderinkart apologies if i made you wait, but i was your tes secret santa! opted to draw your gorgeous character valiah in all her vampire glory. hope you like it <3 and thank you to @scorchedcandy for hosting the event!

[coffee-at-daybreak]

a fate with you | miraak x reader

"I had forgotten what it looked like."

Your cheek rests against his shoulder as you turn your head towards him. "What?"

"The sky." Miraak pauses to take a deep breath, and you can hear the inhale near your ear. "The stars, the moons."

Your head shifts as you follow his gaze up. A fortunate night for there to be no clouds, so you can see it all. And being out in the plains of Whiterun, without a tree or mountain nearby to block your view, the sky stretches beautifully all around you.

"The sky in Apocrypha always remained the same." Miraak's voice is soft but somber. "For so long, it was the only one I knew - the only one I could recall."

Sympathy squeezes at your heart. You press closer to him, your side curled against his own and your head brushing his shoulder. You're lying flat on your backs, barely fitting on the single bedroll you'd situated on a small clearing. Not that you minded a reason to be this close, where you can feel his warmth seeping into you.

A few moons had passed and there is still stark reminders of his time in Apocrypha. He seems to be learning - and relearning - rather well from your travels together, but there are still shadows of his past looming relentlessly. And in the case of restless, anxious nights, much like tonight, you do your best to stay up with him, hoping your companionship will triumph over that of his haunted memories.

"It makes you feel small, does it not?" You ask, reaching a hand out and stretching your fingers. "Puny, like ants on a log."

He huffs. A brief chuckle, but a chuckle all the same. "Indeed."

You start to slowly move your hand, fingers tracing the stars. You squint as you try to visualize the connections between them. The constellations merely twinkle back at you.

"You are anything but puny, Dovahkiin." Miraak announces gently into the silence. "A hero known amongst men and mer. Your power and influence reach beyond this plane."

A weight forms in your belly, a small stone of uneasiness. "I know," you murmur. "But sometimes I welcome feeling small, and feeling ... insignifcant."

Your hand drops, limply lying at your side. Miraak's arm shifts slightly, his hand seeking yours. Rough, warm fingers glide over your own.

"Why?" He questions.

You look at all the stars again. If you had no responsibilities, perhaps you could lie here forever, until you'd counted every star and speckle, until you could recognize every constellation.

"I can envision a life where I am just ... me. Not the Dragonborn, not any other fancy title. Just another simple soul, without any power or destiny to my name." An emotional tendril wraps around your heart but you keep going anyway. "It seems so quiet. So peaceful."

Silence stretches on for a moment. Miraak's fingers still from their lazy strokes along the back of your palm. He tenses ever so slightly against you.

"Do you long for such a life?"

He tries to deliver it as an innocent question and nothing more, but you hear the tension behind his tone. The worry.

You hum. "Sometimes." The pause that follows is brief, but you still feel the weight of his anticipation.

Your hand stretches, twining your fingers with his own. It feels like a perfect fit, and no matter what, it fills you with a sense of comfort and ease.

"But then I realize I would have never crossed paths with you, and I long for this life more."

He breathes a silent sigh of relief at your words, and a smile graces your lips. You lean your head further against his shoulder, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath your ear.

"Perhaps in this life, we were fated to meet because of your power - our power." He gives your hand a squeeze, the pad of his thumb brushing your own. "But I wish to believe than in any life, in every life, we are fated to meet anyway."

There is a skip in your heart rate, and a warmth blooming in your chest. "You do?"

"Yes." Miraak's voice is so low and soft that were he not right up against you, it might be drowned out by the distant sounds of the plains. But despite its hushed volume, you can make out the sincerity behind his words. Like he is drawing them out from somewhere deep inside him, like his very heart is bringing them to the surface. "I would find my way to you in any plane of existence. Were we mere crop farmers on Skyrim, or grains of sand on the shores of a sea, or stars out in the endless sky. I would find you, and we would be two halves of a whole, much as we are now."

His body shifts, turning a little as he brings his free hand up to your head. He brushes away any hair that had fallen onto your forehead, placing a feather light kiss there instead. "My fate is you. It has always been, it always will be."

Tears prick at your eyes, and you wish to say something back, but you’re unsure how the words will come out past the lump in your throat. Instead you grasp at the shoulder fabric of his robes and lean your head up to find his lips with your own.

He returns the kiss like it is the most natural thing in the world. It is easy to believe his words about you two being the halves of a whole when his lips slot so perfectly against your own, or when your bodies seem to piece together as you lean in to each other. You break apart for only a second to catch air, drawing in the same unsteady breaths before you are colliding again, the familiarity of his taste and touch conquering your own consciousness.