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Todd's newest Skyrim Selling Strategy

#after failing to get sugar babies who took him seriously todd went back to the drawing board #i made this one aren't y'all proud of me? 😆#ralof #hey you you're finally awake #halloween #all hallows eve #snickers #candy #the elder scrolls #tes #slyrim #meme #lol #funny #mod post #witches festival #todd howard

Playing skyrim and started getting attacked by a random wolf that i didnt see because i was busy chasing a butterfly.

One of the most ADHD things ever lmao.

#r #slyrim #adhd #hey at least it wasnt irl

Tiny details 🍃📚🧝🏻‍♀️

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Slyrim Snippet

(Obviously, ‘Slyrim’ isn’t going to be the title. Lol! But it makes @thenicecheese laugh.)

The wildest Slibbs AU for me up to now. Thought I might share a snippet to give you a glimpse into the madness! :)

Oh, and here’s a map to help. Jack is from Northpoint in High Rock. She needs to get to Windhelm. To do that, she will get a guide in Morthal who mentors a young boy from Whiterun. Got all that? Lol!

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The friendliness she found along the way diminished the closer she got to Morthal, to the point where even the fog that surrounded the village seemed to look upon her with suspicion. She was glad she had made it before the sun went down. Pretending to avoid the eyes that narrowed as she made her way along the wooden walkways that connected the grey buildings, she was surprised at how old the air felt, as if it had been frozen in time a generation ago. She was just about to enter what appeared to be the only inn that Morthal offered, when a young boy barreled into her as he came running out.

His head collided with her chest, pushing out a loud, "Oof!" while he apologized into her cloak.

"Sorry!"

"No need," she said, pulling back enough to look into his brown eyes fringed by floppy hair. "Seems like it's urgent."

Like the old woman, the boy tilted his head at her accent, though he couldn't place it as she had done. "You're not from Morthal."

Jack shook her head. "You're very quick, both in feet and mind."

His eyes squinted at her joke, but he must have seen something in her that he liked, because he grinned and tapped his chest with his fist. "I'm Phineas Ryn from Whiterun."

"Ah, so you're not from Morthal, either."

He tilted his head. "No, I guess not. I never thought about it like that."

"So what are you doing here, squire?"

Beaming, he said, "I'm not a squire, I'm an apprentice to Jetheros Gybrus." Her wide-eyed blink at the mouthful made him laugh. "I know! But he's the best builder in all of Hjaalmarch. Maybe even all of Skyrim! My mom sends me here every summer to perfect my trade. Whiterun needs good young builders with ideas, not old men who can't even make a right angle with two pieces of straight wood."

"Well, you sound like the man for the job," she praised, allowing his enthusiasm to lift her smile.

"So what are you doing here?" he asked.

"I'm on a quest to go to Windhelm," she replied, "but for now, I'm just looking for a place to sleep tonight."

Phineas looked over his shoulder towards the inn's entrance. "If you don't mind me saying, I wouldn't stay here. It's one of the oldest buildings in Morthal and I bet the wind whistles right through! Besides, you'll have to listen to Lurbuk play his lute."

The shudder told her everything, but she had to ask, "Not good, is he?"

"Jetheros Gybrus says he'd get a better sound bouncing iron ingots over a dry grindstone."

"I see," she said with a knowing grin. "And how much does Jetheros Gybrus charge to lodge?"

"Oh, I bet when he sees you, he'll let you stay for free. You're pretty!"

Her eyebrow went up. "Does he make a habit of lodging pretty women and not charging them?"

Even at his age, he understood the implication. "Oh! No, I didn't mean it like that! I just mean, he's really nice and you look really nice, too, and maybe you can be friends. And who makes friends pay?"

His innocence was infectious. "Okay. But he better not be a troll."

…..

He wasn't a troll. In fact, he was one of the most handsome men she'd ever seen. Not that she'd seen many outside of Northpoint. He was tall and sturdy, with arms and hands that spoke of his trade, but it was his eyes, blue as the sea, that spoke of more, of secrets and dreams and knowledge. And at that moment, of judgment.

"I see why it took you so long to bring back my ale," were his very first words. He was looking at her even if the sly accusation was directed at the boy.

"This is-" Phineas stopped, realizing he hadn't gotten her name.

"Jalic," she replied. And though the name was meant for those close to her, she felt compelled to add, "But you may call me 'Jack'."

When nothing further was offered by her, Phineas said, "What's your second name? Your family name?"

The man lightly slapped the back of the boy's head. "Breton soldiers don't tell strangers their family name."

Phineas frowned. "Why?"

Seeing a second slap on the way, she quickly held up her hand and said, "It's fine. I like a boy with curiosity." To Phineas, she explained, "We give up our family name when we enter battle because now, we are all one family." The words sounded grander than they were and she winked. "Really, it's just for morale. The generals think it makes us fight harder if we look at the warriors beside us as brothers and sisters. But I never felt I needed the incentive." There was something in what she said that Gybrus approved of, because he offered a nearly imperceptible nod.

Oblivious to the silent exchange, Phineas asked, "So no one knows your family name now?"

She waved away his awe. "Everyone in Northpoint knows. You can't get away with sneezing without everyone knowing! But it's become something of a tradition that it's only given out to outsiders as a sign of trust or love."

"I'll find out!"

She laughed at his confident nature. Then replaying the builder's words in her head, she asked, "How did you know I was a soldier?"

"You fought alongside the Orcs."

Her fingers touched the hilt. "This was a gift to celebrate my first year of adulthood."

"Did it come with the Orcish warrior stone?"

His question was playful and it drew out a narrowed but amused stare. "You know much, Jetheros Gybrus."

"Just 'Gibbs'," he said, "or you'll never untie that tongue "

#slyrim #slibbs #snippet

UST prompts: The interrupted almost kiss with Fiona & Brynjolf!

from this list

this...uhhh I got carried away

Brynjolf x F!Dovahkiin (Fiona)

1425 words (under a cut) | Ao3

The Guild was on high alert ever since Karliah had appeared,devastating them all with the news of Mercer’s treachery. Many of the seniormembers had left the Cistern, reaching out to any contact they could get a holdof in an attempt to track the man down. The remaining thieves stayed in the Ratways,guarding what little they had left. Fiona had also stayed behind, thankful tobe somewhere familiar after what Mercer put her through. She had traveled withKarliah for a short while, then by herself across Skyrim in an attempt totranslate Gallus’ journal. It had been successful, and Fiona was glad to beback in Riften…even if her return with Karliah hadn’t been welcomed with openarms.

She was grateful that at least Brynjolf had forgiven her forhiding the fact that she was Dragonborn—a secret that, had she died, would’veleft their last encounter an argument. Fiona reminded herself to thank Karliah againfor saving her life, otherwise she would’ve never had the chance to make amendswith the man. He too stayed within the Cistern, the two eventually moving totalk in the back training room. Nobody else was there—they could be alone.

They had been discussing Mercer’s betrayal for a few hoursnow, Brynjolf asking her general questions about everything she had learnedfrom Karliah. Even though Fiona could tell he wanted to, he hadn’t dared to askwhat had happened at Snow Veil Sanctum. She sat on the ground in front of thepractice chests, fiddling one of the locks with a pick. It was something tokeep her hands busy, something to focus her mind on as Brynjolf spoke.

“Was there anything else she told you?” he asked.