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argisthebulwark · 6 months

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summary: Terms of endearment Skyrim men would use for you as your partner. gn reader, no pronouns or y/n used. feat: Vilkas, Cicero, Brynjolf, Farkas, Miraak, Erandur, Teldryn, Arnbjorn warnings: minor allusion to suggestive content, mention of blood. and some swears.

Darling Vilkas, who wields terms of endearment with both kindness and sarcasm. Who knows how to get under your skin or comfort you with just one word. "Oh darling, have you forgotten who trained you? More than anyone else, I know your limits." He would sneer, face flushed when he rounds on you after a disagreement. "My darling," Vilkas would whisper in the dead of night, when your hands are tangled in his hair and you can taste the wine on his breath. "My darling." He breathes just before kissing you, all worries melting away. Cicero is giddy at the idea of his Listener having special titles only he is permitted to use. Who spins you around the Sanctuary when your mood is low, showering you in kisses and praise until he sees the smile he loves so dearly. He would say it often, soft and full of love during a stolen moment alone or brashly in front of any new recruit whose eyes lingered a touch too long. "Oh, darling Listener." He would sigh, gazing at you with unabashed adoration. "Cicero loves you more than words can say."

Sweetheart Brynjolf, who says it with that crooked smile that never fails to melt your heart. Who murmurs the pet name when he finds you slumped behind the Guild Master's desk glaring at the rolls of parchment piled haphazardly before you. Brynjolf who scoops you into his arms, planting a kiss on your forehead and allowing you to grumble about your day. "Hold still, sweetheart." Brynjolf would breathe against your skin, clutching you to his chest as the manor's steward paces its hallways. Farkas, who cups your face so gently and speaks as if you are the only one in his world. Who calls you his sweetheart as he wipes the blood of fallen bandits from your cheeks and checks you for injuries. Who helps you out of your armor after a hard day, sinking into a warm bath and combing the hair away from your face. "You alright, sweetheart?" Farkas would call over the clashing of swords, needing an assurance that you haven't fallen.

My love/My beloved Miraak, whose voice drips with devotion when he calls out to you. That touch of reverence never fades from his tone, eyes softening when he stares at you. Miraak who attempts to cover the depth of his love with sarcasm but would fall to his knees for you if asked, who believes his unnaturally long life's only purpose is to adore you. "My beloved," that deep voice rumbles through his chest as he gazes up at you, ungloved hands twisted in your robes. "One whose soul speaks to mine." Erandur, who speaks tender words of love as a form of worship. Who sings your praises with every breath. Whether it's a retelling of his salvation to an enraptured crowd in some small tavern or against the skin of your thighs he devotes himself to you, the one he loves. "My love," he would murmur over and over, lavishing attention upon you. "My most beloved, you must take better care of yourself. I cannot imagine this world without you, my heart."

Fucker Teldryn, who slaps a hand on your thigh with his head thrown back in laughter. Your gut muscles ache and your voice is hoarse from hours of laughing at each other's stories but you never want such a night to end. Other patrons have stumbled off to bed and you're sure that Geldis is glaring daggers at the pair of you but Teldryn's easy laugh is far more intoxicating than the drinks forgotten on a nearby table. "Oh, you fucker." Teldryn would say, the affection clear in his voice. He drags your chair closer to his, allowing you a closer look at his flushed cheeks and sharp teeth. Arnbjorn, with his gruff exterior that you somehow cracked through. His tough heart that you wormed your way into, the softness he saves for the rare moment alone. He is not one for tenderness but conveys his feelings in a way you understand, a subtle love language you learned over time. "Why do I like you again?" He would grumble, forced annoyance coating the affection in his tone when you squirm closer to him. "Fucker." The word is harsh, a contrast to the soft way his calloused hands brush over your skin. "I didn't want to fall for you, y'know."

#skyrim #skyrim fanfic #x reader fanfic #writing #vilkas #cicero #brynjolf #farkas #miraak #erandur #teldryn sero #arnbjorn #skyrim x reader

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areggo · 2 months

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is this anything..?

#tesblr #the elder scrolls #elder scrolls #tes #elder scrolls skyrim #skyrim #dark brotherhood #cicero #nazir #arnbjorn #gabriella #babette #lucien lachance #festus krex #veezara #astrid

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areggos-art-dump · 11 months

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finally I drew all of them!!! fuck!

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whitegoldtower · 5 months

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Skyrim NPCs Reactions (This time, if you hide in a cupboard and jump out at them)

Ancano: He’s camp about it and you can’t convince me otherwise. Clutches his pearls and shrieks before regaining his composure. If you breathe a word of this to anyone, there’s a fireball with your name written on it.

Ondolemar: was too focused on his work to notice your hiding spot. Jumps a mile but sighs and sits there with his head in his hands for a moment before he’s ready to face you.

Vingalmo: knew you were in the cupboard. Waits to watch you make a fool of yourself for his own entertainment.

Serana: knew you were in the cupboard. Jumped anyway and scowled at you. You’re cruel. How does it feel to be a horrible person?

Cicero: goes one of two ways. Either he screams and then laughs and dances around to get the uncomfy out of his system, or you end up with a knife against your throat. Or worse.

Lydia: she turns around with lightning reflexes and throws a haymaker directly into your face before apologising profusely (provided that she hasn’t knocked you out). She tells you off for it whilst pressing a beefsteak against your face, and you can only acknowledge that you totally deserved that.

Vex: A knife whizzes past your ear and lodges into the wood. “Next one goes in your eye.”

Elenwen: walks up to you and throws her drink over you. “Pour me another by the time I get back.” She turns on her heel and storms out to walk it off.

J’zargo: *GROWL HISS*… *decides that he can’t be bothered*

Festus Krex: he knows you’re in there. “Stop it.” If you jump out anyway, he throws whatever he’s holding at you. Probably a mortar and pestle.

Arnbjorn: knows you’re in a cupboard. Doesn’t know which one. Threatens the wrong cupboard door.

Vilkas: sees you hiding and tells you to wait for Farkas.

Farkas: screams at the top of his lungs. Falls over his own feet.

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terendelev · 1 year

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You know I never really liked Arnbjorn that much but he was a wife guy and I can respect that.

#skyrim #arnbjorn

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mukuuji · 1 year

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#the elder scrolls #fanart #skyrim #my oc #arnbjorn #dark brotherhood

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cosmictyto · 6 months

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Things Gabriella has Knitted (or Crocheted) for Everyone:

First, (nearly) everyone has gotten a pair of socks from her as a “welcome to the brotherhood” gift.

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🐺 Arnbjorn: A bright red knitted sweater as a wedding present. He’s only worn it once. (He jokes that it's not his style but he secretly loves it. He doesn't want to ruin it on accident.)

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🔪 Astrid: A black and red striped knitted cowl. As a wedding present. Also a matching pair of gloves.

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🩸 Babette: A crocheted doll to better help her "innocent child" ruse + several knitted dresses in many colors. Gabriella loves trying out new patterns. And because Babette’s small, she doesn’t need as much yarn. Win win.

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♥️ Cicero: Nothing. Though she was working on her “welcome to the sanctuary” socks for him before he attacked Astrid and Veezara.

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☄️ Festus Krex: Black, knitted fingerless gloves (his hands get cold and stiff sometimes.) They look simple at first, but actually have a quite complex stitching pattern on them. Also a black scarf and hat (with string pom-pom.)

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🦋 Nazir: some hard-soled slippers and a deep red tote bag (with black hand print artfully knitted in.)

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🦎 Veezara: Bright, garish horn cozies. It was a gag gift. He loves them.

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Bonus round

🐈‍⬛ Sajjah (OC:) A thick n’ chunky, mottled black & gray blanket (crocheted.) as well as a matching cowl + gloves set. They were working on a hat design but couldn’t figure out how it would work with her ears before the sanctuary was attacked.

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deadlymousex01 · 2 months

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Skyrim Characters when you get hurt

Farkas, Brynjolf, Nazier, Aela, Arnbjorn, Lydia

You got hurt on a mission and there were no healing potions readily available (but let's face it if your actually playing skyrim you're usually stocked on those things, also for the sake of this story you don't have a healing spell). Sorry if this is a long one! Hope you enjoy! :)

Farkas

Farkas carefully wraps the bandage around your injuries making sure to not hurt you further. He's trying so hard to focus on helping you feel better but you can tell by the way his brow is scrunched he's more than a little annoyed you went so far into the barrow without him.

He got caught up dealing with some draugr and by the time he finished with them you were gone, so focused on your goal you didn't realize you'd left him behind until you were dealing with three draugr deathlords. You'd managed to keep them all at bay between shouts and your sword, even killing one of them, but they managed to get a few good hits in and if it wasn't for Farkas showing up you might have joined the dead. Once the two of you had finished them off your adrenaline had worn off and the decent cut down your back and side made it impossible to travel further, so instead Farkas got you both into a cleared out room and secured the door for the night so you could rest without risk of attack.

Now he was currently bandaging a cut along your arm and a wave of guilt washed over you. You had first been annoyed by his fussing, reminding him once again you were the dragonborn and perfectly capable of taking care of yourself but seeing his concern and worry made those feelings disappear quickly and be replaced by guilt. Once he finished with your arm he set to work building a small fire in the little pit in the room as you leaned back against the wall watching him.

"I'm sorry Farkas." You say softly. You know he's listening as his hands pause their movements even as he continues to face away from you. "I shouldn't have been so distracted and gotten so far ahead without you. We were warned this barrow was dangerous and I was reckless...I'll try to be more mindful about my surroundings in the future." You see his shoulders rise and fall with a sigh as the fire starts up. He moves to kneel in front of you, worry written all over his face, as he brings a large battle worn hand up to cup your cheek.

"I just want you to be careful, if anything happened to you..." He trailed off, but you knew what he wanted to say. Many think he's just a thickheaded brute but you knew better. Under that all that gruff was a intelligent and caring man. He sighed again looking you in the eyes. "I know you are a capable warrior, the dragonborn, and I don't want to belittle you but...please stay close to me until were out of the place."

You bring one hand up to gently hold his wrist and bring your other to cup his cheek like he's doing to yours with a smile. "I promise, and thank you for saving me, my big strong wolf." He returns your smile with a huff of a laugh before bringing his forehead forward to lightly rest against yours "You're welcome, my ferocious little dragon."

Brynjolf

"Of all the boneheaded, reckless, stupid stunts I've seen what you just pulled has got to be the stupidest one!" Brynjolf's angry whisper tickles your ear as he leans dow to talk to you. The plan was supposed to be simple; He would create a distraction downstairs in the basement of the estate to draw the guards down and then you would sneak in and rob them blind as the owner was supposed to be out for the night and his wife was not home. Well it didn't exactly work like you planned.

Brynjolf had to wait a little longer than expected to get into the estate as the owner was standing in front of the door he needed to get into talking with a guard. Deciding you didn't need a distraction you snuck into the building without him. It was going well in the beginning however you forgot to consider the owners mistress who was visiting her lover for the night. She had been sleeping in the bed and heard you sneaking around in the room over and came to investigate. You had been so busy trying to break into a safe you didn't hear her until it was to late and her dagger stabbed into your shoulder.

Luckily she had terrible aim and in the dark it was even worse so instead of stabbing into your shoulder it missed and ran the blade down the back of your shoulder and back. Your scream of pain and surprise, as well as turning around with your own dagger, caused her to scream in return and start drawing the guards upstairs. You managed to get out the window again and drop to the ground where Brynjolf was still hiding nearby. He knew what was going on the minute he heard the screams and saw the guards run into the house giving the two of you the chance to run.

You didn't get to go to far when the guards started running after you, so Brynjolf had pushed you into a small space between houses and pressed himself up against your back in order to fit himself. The wound on your back ached and burned but the feeling of your lovers body against yours helped distract you from it.

Once the guards had moved off elsewhere he slowly left the space before helping you out as well. Turning you around with his hands he lowered your collar to examine the cut.

"You're lucky your armor protected you from the worst of it, you'll need a couple stitches but you'll be fine." He turned you back to face him as he crossed his arms. "You could of been killed and it would of been because you were being stupid." You knew he was right but that didn't stop the annoyed feeling rising up at his tone.

"Oh like you've never made a bad call during a job."

"Oh plenty love," He said leaning down to be face to face with you with that signature smirk "But I'm clever enough to get away with it." You roll your eyes before turning to walk away. "You're a cocky bastard Bryn." He stops you but grabbing your arm and pushing you back until your trapped between the wall of the house and his body still smirking down at you.

"Aye love, that I am, and you can't resist it."

Nazier

You start to wake with a pounding in your head. As your open your eyes you realize you're back in the sanctuary, laying on one of the beds. You go to lift your arm but a sharp pain prevents you from doing so, instead you turn your head to see Nazier walking up to your bedside, a mug of water in his hand. He sits down in the chair next to your bed and helps you take a few drinks of water before setting it down on the end table and gently taking your uninjured hand.

"How are you feeling? We would of given you a potion but Gabriella said you needed to wake up first or it could do more damage than good." he explained gently running a hand through your hair, careful to avoid any hurt areas.

"I'm sore and hurting all over...how did I get here? Last thing I remember we were hunting down that rouge in the woods." Your head hurts as you try to recall memories that are escaping you. Nazier scooted his chair a little closer so he could lean against the bed.

"Turns out that rouge was a werewolf. The we hadn't any indication of that otherwise we would of been ready for him. You had managed to get close to him but he either smelled you or heard you because he changed quickly and hit you so hard you went flying back into a tree..." He trails off for a moment giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "For a minute after that I thought you were dead."

Your heart ached at the sound of his voice. It was so broken and hurt, like he was truly afraid he had lost you. Of course it could of been true, werewolves are hard to fight when your prepared for them let alone when you aren't. You squeeze his hand back encouraging him to continue.

"I managed to kill him and ran to check on you. You were hurt pretty bad, my healing spells are rusty but I managed to heal you enough to be able to move you and get you back here. Gabriella and Babette got you bandaged up and healed a bit more, but then it's just been waiting for you to wake up. You've been out for two days."

You gently bring your hand up to his cheek and give him a small smile unable to give him the comforting hug you want to. He leans into your touch before leaning down to place a soft kiss to your lips. You knew he must have been extremely worried if he's being so affectionate where the others could see. While the whole family knew the two of you were together, Nazier wasn't one to how it off much.

"Next time you go out I'm going to make extra sure we know everything about the next mark, I'm not going to let you go in blind again." You hum contently feeling safe with him nearby and as he leaves to get the healing potion you close your eyes knowing it will be a while before he lets you out of his sight again.

Aela

You limp toward Whiterun holding your side, the injury wasn't life threatening thankfully as you had been wearing your steel armor but like a idiot you hadn't remembered to bring a healing potion so now you had to endure the long walk back to Jorrvaskr. As you grew closer to the gates you could smell Aela's scent getting closer. Sure enough around the bend she came looking annoyed and worried at the same time.

"I could smell your blood from the gate, how badly are you injured? Why didn't you bring any healing potions?" She asks coming up next to you and lifting your arm to allow her to inspect your injuries. You wince as she does so, the sudden movement pulling at the wound and causing you to flinch.

"I'm fine Aela...ow...I just forgot to get some before I left since I didn't want to lose the silver hands scent. I had the element of surprise and I wasn't going to waste the chance to get 'em." You pull your arm around of her grip and lower it to relieve the strain it was putting on your side. "I had them all nearly taken care of when one pulled a hidden dagger out on me. Just got me by surprise but I'm fine. My armor blocked most of it."

She gives you a firm glare before poking your side causing you to flinch and yell in pain. "You are clearly not fine. Now lets go, don't want you to bleed out in the street." She moves to your good side and drapes your arm around her shoulders so you can lean against her for support. She leads the way through the streets gaining you both a few curious looks before you make it back to the hall. Leading you inside and to your shared room she sits you on the bed and begins to help remove your armor to look at the damage. Even with a healing potion it would need stitched up so she sits on the bed next to you and begins sewing the skin shut giving you the potion to help with the process.

"While I'm all for knocking a few silver hand heads, I wish you would of told me you were leaving to do it. I would of given you back up and probably prevented this from happening." Her quick and nimble hands make easy work of the stitches before she starts wrapping bandages around your chest and waist. "We've already lost two important people to the Companions... and to me ...I really don't want to lose anyone else. So next time, clue me in on your plans so I can make sure you don't kill yourself by accident alright?"

You nod as she finishes with the bandages and helps you lay back on the bed before joining you herself. Snuggled up together you give her a small gentle kiss "I'm sorry for worrying you Aela, I promise to tell you when and where I'm going next time."

"Good, cause if you don't I may be the one stabbing you."

"Wouldn't want it any other way, love."

Arnbjorn

"Arnbjorn, calm down! I'm fine, really, look! See? I'm fine!" This was of course a lie; your left leg was cut up and bleeding, your right arm was just as bad, you were pretty sure your left wrist was broken, and you could be sure you had at least one black eye and a cut lip. In truth you looked like hell however Arnbjorn was one move away from shifting into his werewolf form in a rage and going out and unleashing hell on anyone and everyone, wether they were involved in the bandits that did this or not.

Arnbjorn's chest was heaving so badly from his heavy breathing and growling, and his eyes had almost gone full black in rage you wondered if he was even hearing you or was just lost fighting the beast inside. While you knew he would never hurt you, you didn't want him to hurt one of the family by accident or go on a rampage in Dawnstar and force all of you to move again. You slowly limp toward him, every movement of your leg sending shooting pain up it, until you were close enough to cup his face in your hands.

"Arnbjorn...please...breathe. I know you want to help and the best way for you to do that is calm down so you can help me. Please love, for me." The mission had gone badly. The target had been ready for you and managed to capture you. They had started to torture you in the hopes of finding the rest of your family but you managed to get away and kill your target before you left. Arnbjorn had smelled your blood the moment you walked into the sanctuary and when he saw you, the beast started taking over.

His breathing started to slow down as you held his face and his body began to slowly relax. You watched as his eyes slowly returned to color before he let out a long slow sigh closing his eyes before opening them again. Without a word he immediately scooped you up into his arms and carried you downstairs and into the master bedroom of the sanctuary. He sat on the bed with you in his lap, protectively holding you against his chest as if the bandits were going to show up to finish the job. Babette came in and bandaged your wounds giving you a healing potion for the pain. After she left she shut the door leaving the two of you alone.

Arnbjorn buried his head into your neck deeply breathing in your scent and letting out a low growl. "I will be going out and killing the rest of those bastards." This wasn't a surprise, you knew he would. After losing and being betrayed by Astrid it had taken him so long to be open to the idea of having a mate again and once he did he was even more paranoid; making sure he knew where you were traveling to, who you were talking to, what your plans were, that your weapons were sharp and in the best condition, that your armor was intact. He had loosened up and a lot of these but he had been so hurt by Astrid betrayal you knew this was just what he needed to do to allow himself to be open to you yet still protect himself and you.

He laid you carefully on the bed and then laid next to you allowing you to position yourself against him comfortably without hurting yourseld further. "I know you will, I know you'll always protect me when I need it." He grunted in response before burying his face in your neck again.

"You're not leaving this sanctuary again until your wounds are completely healed...and even then I might not let you." You huff a laugh starting to feel drowsy from everything that had happened the last two days.

"Yes, love."

Lydia

Lydia let out a grunt as she helps slide down the wall to sit on the ground outside of the cave the two of you had just explored. Neither of you had expected the cave to be full of vampires however once you discovered it was you had been determined not to leave until you had cleared it out as it was so close to Morthal.

The two of you had gotten most of them taken care of when a gargoyle popped out and surprised you both. Its claws got a good cut in across both your legs and while you had managed to kill it you were definitely not walking very well by the time you had made it back to the entrance, needing Lydia to help you limp your way out.

"Here my love, rest here while I see if I have a healing potion or bandages." She digs through her bag managing to find a small healing potion and a few rags to cut up for bandages. Offering you the potion she cuts the rags into strips before carefully bandaging your legs.

"You'll need to rest here for a day before you'll be strong enough to reach Morthal. That potion was enough to heal your legs so you don't bleed out but you need to build up some strength. Wait here, I'm going to grab some firewood before it gets dark." When you nod in response she leaves for several minutes before returning with some wood. She sets up the fire before lighting it and then moves toward you. She removes her leg armor and sets it aside to help you lay down with your head in her lap.

"Thank you Lydia, you really were my shield in there. I probably wouldn't be here right now if it wasn't for you." You smile up at her, legs feeling numb from the potion working its magic. She gives you a smile running her fingers through your hair as you close your eyes and let out a sigh of contentment.

"Of course, you're not just my thane, you're my love. I would do anything to protect you, even lay down my own life for yours." You bring a hand up to stroke her cheek and she takes it in hers giving it a soft kiss.

"Let's hope it never comes to that dear, after all, someone needs to go home to the kids."

#skyrim men #farkas #brynjolf #arnbjorn #skyrim #aela the huntress #lydia #skyrim fandom #skyrim fanfiction #skyrim headcanon

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nerevar-quote-and-star · 3 months

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Arnbjorn: I have a disease that makes me think unhinged, violent women are sexy.

Arnbjorn: It's called being a damn genius.

#arnbjorn #astrid #dark brotherhood #og murder wife and wolf husband #falkreath #nerevar queue and star #incorrect quotes #incorrect elder scrolls #incorrect skyrim quotes #tes #the elder scrolls #skyrim #the elder scrolls v: skyrim #source: twitter

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skyrim-said-that · 4 months

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Speaking of Astrid being attractive I've always had this funny head cannon about her.

When she kidnaps the dragonborn and it takes them to the cabin I've always liked to picture that she doesn't use a horse, or a wage or anything. She's just really strong and carries you all the way out there 😂

see this is plausable and i love my strong wife but also consider.

she brings arnbjorn, makes him do all the heavy lifting including holding onto the decrepit bookshelf while she climbs up, and then tells him to get lost because having a husband will ruin her image

and he answers with a "yes dear" and 0 complaints

#hes whipped but he likes it that way #astrid #arnbjorn #also like can we talk about how far they might take you like. if you fell asleep in say riften #thats fucking far away from that cabin if i remember correctly. how much did they drug you

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aquicat · 10 months

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#cicero #elder scrolls #skyrim #dark brotherhood #tes #tesblr #tes memes #skyrim memes #arnbjorn #nazir

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argisthebulwark · 3 months

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Love's A Funny Thing

summary: assigning my favorite Skyrim men one of the five love languages. gn reader, no pronouns or y/n used feat: Erandur, Miraak, Cicero, Brynjolf, Balimund, Erik the Slayer, Vilkas, Arnbjorn, Teldryn Sero, Farkas warnings: none

Words of Affirmation

Erandur wants nothing more than to express how deeply and all encompassing his love for you is. He loves you with each breath he draws, every day spent in your presence only strengthening your bond. The shimmering pink light of sunrises and easy breeze through a perfectly autumnal forest make his mind drift to you, often recounting the beauty he finds in the world and how it relates to you. With your hands clasped in his he admits his love for you, interrupted only by the tearful kisses you plant across his face.

Miraak has spent lifetimes cultivating a vocabulary and puts it to good use. In languages long forgotten he whispers of his love to you, shaking the walls when his Thu’um aims to make it known to the entire world that he is yours. There is nothing but sheer adoration when he tells you how deeply your claws have sunk into his heart, how his soul spent centuries yearning for yours. “I have wasted lifetimes searching for you, my beloved.” Miraak murmurs against your lips, voice low and velvety. “And I would face all the terror of the world again if it allowed me a few more moments in your arms.”

Quality Time

Cicero could easily display his love with any of the love languages, even some secret bloody ones he's thought up too, but quality time means the most to him. It is most natural for him to show his love by sticking to your side - accompanying you on missions to ensure your safety and only sleeping when you’re pressed to one another, he shows you how deeply he cares by remaining with you. He wishes for nothing more than to make you laugh, to hear your voice and bask in the presence of his beloved Listener.

Brynjolf has lost many people. There are so many friendships cut short and people he’s spent more time missing than knowing them. He makes a consistent effort to never lose time with you - after thinking Mercer snatched away another loved one, Brynjolf changes his ways. The endless nights spent working in the Cistern are replaced with a staunchly enforced time when the workday ends. “You’re not my Guild Master anymore,” he interrupts when you hastily remember an unfinished task during dinner. “We’re home, love. I’m nothin’ but your husband here.” He will not miss a moment with you. The days spent grieving you altered his view on work - nothing takes precedence over time with you. To him, nothing is worth losing time with his beloved.

Gift Giving

Balimund may not have much extra time in his busy days but he always whittles out a moment for you. He often surprises you with practical gifts - perfectly balanced blades with intricate handles and jewelry intended to withstand the nastiest of spells. Each gift he gives was forged by his hands outside your home, an individual piece made just for you. “It’s to ensure you make it back to me in one piece,” he says after strapping the beautiful dagger into a sheath at your side. His gifts are beautiful, crafted purely to show how much he adores you.

Erik loves hunting for the perfect gift to give you - taking mental notes of what draws your eye when visiting shops, especially the items you put back after spotting the price. He knows how reluctant you are to purchase anything not deemed ‘essential’ but always finds time to slink back into the shop and buy whatever brought a smile to your face. He doesn’t care much for receiving gifts, pouring all the love he can into the specific things he can give to you.

Acts of Service

Vilkas may have trouble with flowery words but he ensures that you know how deeply he cares. Even if his tone is harsh his intentions are good - if your footing is off or your swing is weak he could lose you. He takes on the role of Harbinger when it becomes too much for you to carry alone, offering help before you think to ask. He cannot sit under the moonlight and tell you how his heart yearns for yours, but he will clean your wounds without hesitation. Vilkas will bandage you, will piece you back together with his own two hands without a second thought. He will wipe your tears and send your armor off to be repaired to show how deeply he cares for you.

Arnbjorn would kill for you. Please give him an opportunity to kill for you. Although he cannot untangle the web of feelings in his mind and he isn’t one to shop for gifts he will show you in a heartbeat just how deeply he cares. He has loved and lost before - he does not intend to lose you. His blade is always ready should you ever need it, eyes and ears vigilant for any impending threat. He is not a man of many words but you feel his love - there is love in the way he ensures your blades remain sharp and pack is fully stocked. Arnbjorn’s love is seen in the way he threatens anyone who dares to cross you and remains at your side during meetings, a silent threat to any who would harm you. The words are difficult for him to say but you know his love is there when he carries you off to bed after an especially hard day or slides you a drink without having to ask.

Physical Touch

Teldryn doesn’t think before pulling you out of danger. It is hardly a thought - his arm hooking in yours and tugging you closer, his body shielding you from danger. Even when his hands are bandaged and bleeding he checks you for injuries, fingers carefully skimming over every inch of skin in search of wounds. Your touch assures him that you are alive, that you are still with him. His touch is a quiet comfort, an occurrence so common it becomes a natural extension of yourself. His thigh pressed to yours when you sit or the hand resting on your arm while you speak, an ever present reminder of his feelings for you.

Farkas is ecstatic to find someone as physical as himself. From a young age he learned that Vilkas didn’t express emotions in the same manner but you understand him. You indulge his love of touch; excited hugs upon surviving an especially bloody battle or a friendly slap on the back after a drunken joke, a tender moment heightened by your hands roaming over one another. Farkas is in love with the way you react to him - the flush in your cheeks after he kisses you and the thoughtless way your hand reaches for his, the comforting swipe of your thumb over his hand when lost in thought. He simply has too much love for you to keep it all inside.

#skyrim #skyrim fanfic #skyrim x reader #x reader fanfic #writing #erandur #miraak #cicero #brynjolf #balimund #erik the slayer #vilkas #arnbjorn #teldryn sero #farkas

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WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @arisenlicious for WIP Wednesday!! Thank you!!! Going to tag @stormbeyondreality @stormcloudzz @weirdisme @oblivions-dawn @afamoore (if you guys want!)

“Arnbjorn is going to be bringing Damien by shortly,” Gabriella leaned into Festus Krex’s workspace to inform him.

“‘Bringing’?” Festus questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“He’s carrying him. Damien decided to try to traverse the stairs while under the influence of Skooma, and broke his fucking leg,” Gabriella said, shaking her head at the newest member of their group’s stupidity. “You’ll be able to fix him, right? He’s lined up for quite a few jobs.”

“Yes, yes, a broken leg is nothing,” Festus waved off her concerns. “He’ll be up, killing again, in no time.”

“Good. Oh, here they are now.” Gabriella stepped aside to let Arnbjorn pass. He was carrying Damien bridal-style, so as not to jostle his leg too much. Damien, for his part, seemed remarkably reserved, for just having broke his leg. The Skooma in his system might have been helping with that, though.

“Delivery: One drugged-up idiot,” Arnbjorn stated. “Where do I put him?”

“Here is just fine,” Festus nodded to the table in front of him. Arnbjorn followed directions and sat Damien down.

“When you’re fixing him up, make sure it hurts just enough that he doesn’t pull something like this again,” Arnbjorn said, as he left Festus and Damien alone.

#skyrim #the elder scrolls #tesblr #skyrim oc #dark brotherhood #festus krex #arnbjorn #gabriella #skyrim fanfiction #fanfic #writers on tumblr #my writing

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A BUNCH of dark brotherhood incorrect quotes i got from the generator

listener: If I ever had a child, I imagine they would be a lot like you.

astrid: Aww, thanks—

listener: Which is probably why I’ve never reproduced.

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astrid: Okay, can we all stop saying stupid shit for a moment, please?!

arnbjorn: Alright.

cicero: Hey, I-

astrid: SHUT UP!

cicero: I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED MY SENTENCE!!

arnbjorn: It was bound to be stupid.

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listener: cicero, how could you possibly have gotten into this much trouble in one day?

cicero: It... It didn't take me the whole day...

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listener, looking at their reflection: Now, that's rubbish. Who's that supposed to be?

cicero: Well, that's you.

listener: Me?! Is that what I look like?

cicero: You don't know?

listener: Busy day.

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arnbjorn: Why do you not believe that ghosts are real?

veezara: Never seen one.

arnbjorn: Okay, I mean, there’s a lot of things that you can’t see that are real.

veezara: What can’t I see?

arnbjorn: You can’t see gravity. That’s real.

veezara: Yeah, I can drop an apple.

arnbjorn: Fuck.

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cicero: Astrology is fun because i can pretend that all of my behaviors are just a result of being a Gemini and not symptoms of mental illness.

nazir: Being a Gemini is a mental illness. That’s not hate it’s just a fact.

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listener: What are you eating?

nazir: You wouldn't like it, it's really salty.

listener: I like you, don't I?

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astrid: *visiting the squad* Hello, I just came to-

astrid: *sees cicero shoving veezara into the washing machine while listener records and nazir watches*

astrid: *retreating* Something suddenly came up.

(doesnt really make sense, but if it were a modern au? 👌)

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cicero: What’s sexting?

astrid: I'm not having this conversation with you.

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arnbjorn: Would you rather kill cicero, or—

astrid: Yes, kill them.

arnbjorn: I didn’t say the other thing—

astrid: I don’t need to hear it.

cicero: …I’m feeling a little unsafe.

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cicero: *writing a letter*

cicero: Dear Santa,

I'm writing to let you know I've been naughty...

And it was worth it you fat, judgemental bastard.

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cicero: And I’d love to be sorry for that, but we all know I’ve done much, much worse.

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nazir, to the rest of the brotherhood: And remember, if I get harsh with you it is only because you’re doing it all wrong.

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cicero: If you see me talking to myself, go away! I’m self-employed and we’re having a staff meeting!

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listner: That shirt looks great, astrid.

astrid: Thanks.

listner: But I bet it would look even better on arnbjorn's floor.

arnbjorn: Are you hitting on astrid... for me?

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nazir, handing out popsicles: Which flavor do you want?

babette: Blue flavor!

nazir: Uh, you mean Blue Raspberry?

babette: Blue flavor! Blue flavor!

nazir: Blue is not a flavor!

babette: BLUE FLAVOR!

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astrid: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.

arnbjorn, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

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listener: Nice rock.

cicero: Thanks, nazir gave it to me.

nazir: I threw it at you!

cicero: Aren't they the sweetest?

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nazir, to cicero: All right, let’s tell each other a secret about ourselves. I’m going to go first– I hate you.

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nazir: I'm not mean. Name one mean thing I’ve ever done.

astrid: When we were younger, you convinced me eggs weren't real.

nazir: They're not.

astrid: Haha, very funny.

nazir: I'm serious. Didn't you hear?

astrid: No... what happened?

nazir: ...Why would you fall for this again-

(nazir is a girlboss)

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listner: I was put on this earth to do one thing.

listner(LDB): Luckily I forgot what it was so I can do whatever I want.

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nazir: Okay, what does A stand for?

babette: Arson.

nazir: Aw, you're so good. Okay! B! What does B stand for?

babette: Barson.

astrid: *laughter*

nazir: What stands for C?

babette: Commit arson.

astrid: Oooo. nazir: D!

babette: Don't come near me, I'm going to commit arson.

astrid: *more laughter*

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nazir: I just heard babette call the dog a “fucking liar” because he barked like someone was at the door and no one was there.

(By the dog he means arnbjorn/j)

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*cicero is comforting arnbjorn*

cicero: Stop crying because it’s over. Start smiling because astrid is someone else’s problem now.

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listner: Hey, cicero, what do you think it would be like if we had kids?

cicero: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly.

listner: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it?

cicero: Can't really say I have.

listner: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes.

cicero: Sorry, listner. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.

#The last one is so fucking funny #skyrim #tes #dark brotherhood #cicero #astrid #the listener #nazir #babette #veezara #arnbjorn #incorrect quotes #skyrim incorrect quotes

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