Ah yes. Me, my girlfriend, and her 500 septim, four foot tall pickaxe

When your wife is a professional vampire hunter and therefore works nights, but you still need a bedmate

Hearthfire

Key art for The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Hearthfire DLC

Art by Meduzarts

Confession: hearthfire was the best skyrim dlc

more to collision doodles while i try to hammer up new fic, good day to y'all 💃

Making this a separate post, I was about to talk about character adventures but you know what Todd, we're taking a detour.

So in addition to playing Morrowind, I went back to Skyrim too because I haven't played since 2012. And lo and behold, I still have the original version with my original mods! All of which are untouched by Todd's recent meddling!

I had initially wanted to upgrade, but then I saw all the recent surprise update stuff and went "actually that annoys me, so no!" (It's not the biggest deal to some people but mainly the breaking of prior mods annoys me and it's fine to disagree.)

Anyways all the original game versions are unlisted and cannot be found on Steam unless you have the direct links.

... Which I just so happen to have by virtue of still having the original versions installed. So here you go, if you're interested in going all the way back. The old versions are likely not as pretty or optimized and it's been very much a DIY experience. If people want my mod list I'll gladly post that next time I'm at my PC.

Skyrim

Hearthfire

Dawnguard

Dragonborne

Make sure to use the original Skyrim Nexus if you want to download old mods, there are different mod directories for Special Edition and the original game. If you do use Nexus, there is an option to donate to mod creators. Do that if you have the funds and want to support via that route instead of through Bethesda's Creation Club.

Happy adventuring!

Skyrim PNG's ༺🐉༻

i just found out that in skyrim hearthfire when you're building your own house, if your character is a vampire, it gives you a previously unavailable option to build a coffin in your cellar fjfkfjdh

So I built the greenhouse on Lakeview Manor, planted some flowers in it and DEAR GOD MY HOUSE IS FULL OF BEES AND A BEEHIVE. And there are SKEEVERS in the cellar. I WILL BURN THIS WHOLE MOTHERFUCKER DOWN

...But I also got peacocks (mod) and they went to attack the giant, I love them so much. 😂

I wish we could swap around the added units in Hearthfire so bad. I don’t want to choose kitchen OR library!!

I've recently discovered an obsession with Derkeethus.

He's the perfect in-game husband. Don't come at me with the "He's a deadbeat" "He never comes home" Yk why? You moved him too far away from his job. It's your fault :(

Most Hearthfire homes are too far from Darkwater for him to effectively go to work and come back home. He's stuck in an endless circle of 'go home' 'go to work' but he never make it there.

He tries to walk to his job at Darkwater Crossing, but can never make it before he has to go home. He never makes it home before he has to go to work again. You see where I'm going with this? Okay.

Solutions are as follows:

Have him permanently follow you

Download a mod of a home that is closer to Darkwater I know two and will put them below

Don't marry him

Tel Mos XB1:

Tel Mos [PS4]:

Tel Mos [PC]:

Garnet Tower:

All I wanna do is be a big cat and build my Lakeview Manor and plant Blue Mountain Flowers and Blisterwort, but nah, I gotta be in school :/

So I dropped some Dragon Priest masks to display them in the display case, and suddenly I heard my husband (Stenvar) and my steward (Valdimar) say something like “This armor is mine now!” and “You’ll have to fight me for it!”, so they drew weapons, but then Stenvar put his weapon away and didn’t react at all while Valdimar whaled on him all the way across the house. When it was over I walked up to my husband and he said “Here, i found this earlier, thought you might have dropped it” and gave me back one of the masks. This game is so stupid in little ways.

Did You Know: Theres a cell in game called Helgen Homestead for the houses in Helgen in the beginning of the game that you can go inside of and this is what the cell looks like

hm not sure if i like it but its been a while since i drew anything so

hearthfire snippet

updated tags on this! if you like south park, fantasy, love triangles or (my personal fav) tweek being a secret badass, check out hearthfire >:] will update fairly frequently since it's my current brainrot fic while i work on getting ypiac done.

snippet of ch. 4 under cut. what pride do you have tweek, huh?

McCormick Keep was a limestone fortress on a hill. 

Tweek stuck his head out the stagecoach window, breathed in the cool early evening air, and watched as the castle drew closer and closer, his heart pounding out a steady rhythm of nervousness in his chest. The sun was a ball of fire on the horizon, and the castle blazed in its light. Its smooth, white limestone walls defiantly reflected the colors of the sunset right back at it, oranges and yellows and pinks, reds like fresh blood. 

The McCormicks had made their home in a rugged land of steep foothills, and their castle sat on one of the highest, overlooking a stream running through a green valley. The craggy landscape formed a natural barrier and had made the keep nearly impossible to approach, save for one narrow, winding road that dipped first into the valley before cutting a zigzagging path through the hills. White fir, oak, and pines clung to the foothills like stubborn whiskers on an old man’s face. 

Tweek’s dark green eyes drank it all in, too fascinated to be afraid for once. The stagecoach bounced wildly over the uneven road as the driver urged their horses forward, cracking his whip. Tweek was no stranger to nature — he had been raised in the wilds, after all — but this place was very different from the harsh mountains and dry, wind-swept plateaus he was used to. It was cold here. The air was crisp and chilly, and Tweek shivered as he craned his head to admire the scenery as they made the final dizzying ascent to McCormick Keep. The land unfurled maplike before them, green and rolling, and Tweek could see for miles in every direction — the stream that had looked so small from the ground cut like a long, blue ribbon through the valley and into an ancient coniferous forest until it finally emptied into a massive lake far off in the distance. If he squinted, he could just make out the high stone walls of Cailean sitting beside the lake, the one and only major city here in the McCormick-controlled territories. The rest were all towns and villages too small to name, fierce warlord clans, and leagues and leagues of uncharted and untamed wilderness where foul beasts were rumored to make their lairs. 

There was an oft-repeated joke in Zaron: McCormick lands were the only place where a person could legally show their backside because once you were here, the only thing left to do was turn your ass back around. 

But...it was beautiful here. Tweek hadn’t been expecting that — the McCormicks had such a dreadful reputation; somehow, he’d thought this would all be a barren wasteland. 

Tweek leaned back in his seat, shivering again as the stagecoach bounced along the road up to the castle gates. It hadn’t been so bad during the day, but the temperature had dropped with the setting sun, and with winter several weeks away, the fact that he was already shaking like a leaf in the wind did not bode well. Tweek already had enough trouble controlling his tics without the added help; thank you very much.

Tweek stole a glance at his traveling companion. Bebe had fallen asleep on the seat across from him. Her head was tilted back, her lips were slightly parted, and she snored like a congested goose, rocking with the motions of the stagecoach without stirring once. A thin line of drool seeped from one corner of her mouth. Other men probably would have found her unflattering (Bebe herself would have been horrified to learn that she snored so loudly), but all Tweek could think of was how cute she looked. Bebe was so vivacious she seemed almost ethereal, but she was very human, a beautiful young woman with big dreams who just so happened to drool in her sleep. It was really fucking adorable, man. 

Tweek tore his eyes away from her. He’d been stealing glances at her face all day, but now that he had the opportunity to stare without her knowing, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Watching someone while they slept straddled a fine line between protective and downright creepy, and that wasn’t a line Tweek was willing to cross. Tweek definitely had some creeper tendencies, but he also had some pride, damn it. 

Not much, but some.