See this one? This one's mine!
My only joy in this godforsaken world is THEM!!! 🤧😭💕 This is my first attempt on drawing Brynjolf in my style. (well aside from practise sketches. I'm always terrified to f*ck it up with colour!) I usually struggle to draw men and need more practise. 👉👈🥹 It's very hard for me and I'm very hard on myself, but I needed BryNo art or I would've imploded 🤧 They're literally me everything and there's so much more stories to tell about them, but I also feel shy, which contradicts the urge to yap, which then contradicts to fear of being annoying, which then contraditcs the urge to give a damn and yap twice as much 😂 It's complicated, ok? Alexythemia is one of me problems 😂
Here's Some Random Brynjolf & N Facts ❤️
Whenever N has had a particularly awful day, Brynjolf's hand somehow ends up on top of her head. He knows all he has to do is give her a few head rubs and, just like that, the angry little skeever turns back into his sweet little mouse. (Seriously. He weaponises this. N and head rubs are basically Superman and Kryptonite.😂 One rub, and she falls asleep!)
Since Brynjolf is usually busy looking after everyone else and keeping an eye on the Guild's recruits, N quietly makes sure he actually gets to eat. If he misses lunch again, there's almost always an extra portion waiting for him somewhere. Sometimes she'll even leave him a sweet roll with little sugar hearts piped on top. Cute things have no business existing in the Ratway... which is exactly why her tiny acts of sweetness mean so much.
Having grown up on the streets, both of them know hardship all too well. Maybe that's why they're so good at appreciating the little comforts in life—and squeezing every last drop of joy out of them whenever they can. Then make twice the coin out of it, and share the wealth with their found family. 💕
Nightmares have become rare as adults, but every now and then one still slips through. Whenever that happens, N grabs her scarf, sneaks into Brynjolf's bunk and curls up against him without saying a word. Some childhood habits never really leave.
The first time Brynjolf secretly overheard N playing the guitar, she nearly beat him with it. She was so angry, she refused to speak to him for three whole days and after that, she made him swear—more than once—that he'd take this secret to the grave. Even years later, after they're together, the Guild still never gets to hear her play. Brynjolf remains the only exception... provided he keeps his mouth shut and doesn't tell Delvin. 😂 There's a whole funny story on that one too!
…ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ A personal note: Brynjolf is more than just important to me, he’s my very last comfort in this godforsaken world!!! I just hope everyone can be kind and accept them, accept me and maybe leave a bread-crumb of love for me too. I've had enough hate and bullying in my life. People calling me a cripple, laughing at me for writing despite difficulties, and so much more. Your hate can strike the last brick that’s holding a person’s sanity.
I hate myself too, and if it’s a competition you'll lose twice over, because I already hate every inch of me. I'm partially utilising my own trauma in my writing and create a story, where at least I can find a happy end, where I can be whimsical, find love and be loved in return. N is my vessel for that, but she is also an independent OC. Being born a literal "no one" I know precisely how my OC feels being literally dubbed "No One". I've lost everything I had in my life. All I have left is Skyrim & the Thieves Guild, which are an even better family than the one I had... All I want is to share my arts, my love for them, my writing and hopefully (if Autism isn't in the way) find some friends along the way.
My autistic special interest I absolutely NEED like air in order to function halfway decently is my storytelling, and it goes hand in hand with art, and headcanons, and world-building and a lot of love for TES lore. This is the only thing I find comfort in.
I just wanna be, feel warm, feel loved, feel safe. Brynjolf & the Thieves Guild is my Safe Space ᓚᘏᕐᐷ I just wanna do art, and laugh again, and talk about the fictional character I love with all my heart.
