#skyrim children

[vidvana]

I wish my for future home to be as blissful as the one I've made in Skyrim.

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My beloved child Lucia and her big doggo :3

[alexanderdragonborn]

Ldb P.O.V

*shatters*

I bolted up quickly and quickly headed down the stairs. I entered the kitchen only to find my child freaking out looking for the broom.

"Baba, I'm sorry! I forgot to finish my chores. I'll clean it up, I promise" they cried.

I sighed and kneeled down in front of them to check for injuries.

"Don't worry about that. It's 4 a.m., sweetie. You should be asleep, " I whispered softly. "Why would you be mad if I found out you forgot your chores?"

"Well, before you adopted me... they were mad whenever I didn't do them. I worked all day to clean. Sometimes I...I forget" they looked down with tears welled up

"Hey, hey! Look at me. I'm not going to be mad, darling. Here's what we're going to do. I'm going to bring you to bed. You are going to rest. Wake up when you're ready to start the day."

I gently pulled them into a hug. "When you do, you'll enjoy breakfast. A few chores and play with other kids, okay? If you like, we can talk about what your chores are. It's not a long list. Just a few."

" O-okay. " They sniffled and gently hugged me back. We stayed like that for a few moments before I felt them drift to sleep. I gently carried them and brought them upstairs.

I placed them on thier bed and put the blankets over them. I saw them gently smiling and snuggled their blanket gently.

"Rest, little one. Baba will take care of you, " I whispered and gently placed a kiss on their head.

[themonsterundermystairs]

skyrim children get the concept of mortality for their 18th birthday

[late-nite-scholar]

Day 8- Free Day

I thought I’d round out this week with a few screenshots and actually show off my Dragonborn. 

-Watching the Aurora Borealis with her husband:

[Image id] Screenshot from The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim. My Last Dragonborn, Besharat, is facing away from the camera, looking toward the auroras in the night sky. She is standing on a porch, and Farkas is standing to her right, looking at her. [END id]

-Taking her girls up to Jorrvaskr for training. I love these two, and being able to adopt them is awesome. 

[Image id] Screenshot from the Elder Scrolls: Skyrim. Besharat is standing in front of the Gildergreen tree in Whiterun with her daughters, Lucia and Sissel, on a bright, sunny day. [END id]

-I love the way he looks at her.

She’s also got the mother of all resting bitch faces. 

[Image id] Screenshot from the Elder Scrolls: Skyrim. The Last Dragonborn, Besharat, is standing in front of a house. She has red hair, brown skin, and blue face paint. She is wearing heavy steel armor and a very serious expression. She is looking at Farkas, who stands to her right and is looking at her lovingly. [END id]

-And we’ll end things off with a wedding picture. Lots of the Companions showed up for the wedding, which was nice. 

[Image id] Screenshot from the Elder Scrolls: Skyrim. Besharat and Farkas are standing in front of the altar at the Temple of Mara during their wedding. Maramal is standing behind it, conducting the ceremony. Text reads- Maramal: Do you agree to be bound together, in love, now and forever? [END id]

I had a great time with this prompt week! Thanks for having me @tes-summer-fest​ !

[peony-plum]

When you let your adopted daughters play with husband hair

[dawns-beauty]

Are you bored of Skyrim's Argonian NPC designs? Tired of only humanoid NPCs getting all the fun overhauls?

Give my brand new mod Children of the Hist a try! It's a lore-inspired re-imagining of our scaly friends with a lot of unique looks you won't find anywhere else.

Get it for Skyrim SE here

[gortrash]

Why do we never talk about Forelhost. Why don’t we talk about the fact that Rahgot and his followers holed up in there were literally the dying breath of the Dragon Cult. Why do we not talk about the fact that they fucking Jonestown’d themselves, children included (it even explicitly says so in a note to ‘make room for the children’s bodies’ fucking hello?) That dungeon haunts me every fucking day.

[themildlyanxiousmage]

People who use custom followers in Skyrim, how do you manage having 6 or 7 following you around? I'm trying it out because I want to do a 100% playthrough with everyone soon, and I feel like I'm an exhausted preschool teacher leading around a class on a really messed up field trip.

-I have to always keep an eye on Lucien because he doesn't have a summoning spell if I lose him.

-Khash is always a mile behind whenever I look back to check on everyone, so I have to wait for her to catch up.

-Caryalind is always trailing behind, though not as far behind as Khash. He's actually not too difficult to deal with.

-Gore is pretty easy to manage because he pops behind me all the time. But he has a habit of knocking into me and throwing off my bow aim. Sometimes he even pops in front of me and gets shot, making me reload because I can't take the guilt of shooting him.

-Indigo is a mixed bag. Sometimes he keeps close, but other times I'll hear Lucien call back to him and find him jogging in the distance with Khash. Sometimes he'll knock into me as he runs ahead of the whole group. He's like the kid who gets easily distracted and overly excited.

-Taliesin can sometimes get stuck across a river, but it's easy to keep his summoning spell equipped since it's a power, not a spell. I just feel really guilty when I use it since he made a point of how much it hurts. Sometimes I'll also realize he's been stuck sneaking for like 10 minutes after we've all gotten up. Luckily he's louder, so I always hear everything he says.

-And Nebarra is the really quiet, easy to manage kid who ends up getting ignored. I'll hear him whispering something and I have to keep running back so I can actually hear his dialogue. I feel bad about it because I was that kid.

I really wish there was a mod for one of those ropes with the plastic rainbow rings so everyone would hold on and not get lost. I would put Nebarra in front so I could actually hear him. I think Taliesin would enjoy being the person in back who loudly tattles whenever anyone lets go. But like not in a "Mx. DB, Gore let go" kind of way. More like in a smug, indirect way.

[esme-elora]

@northflowerowo drew me the best meme

[vidvana]

"Stolen Sweetroll"

Your dad may have most of the money in Skyrim... but stealing that sweetroll was still worth it. Just for the thrill of it!

He definitely overuses his privilige of being recognized as the hero of Skyrim because of you.

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No I'm not two different people - but yes, I'm learning envrionments and I've changed my style a bit.

My first artwork with so much perspective :)

[my-tamriel-now]

Children of the Pariah 1.2 : Electric Bugaloo is now out!

Link

Please do not publish this mod anywhere else! Feel free to make translations/patches, just let me know.

If you want to report a bug feel free to send me an ask here.

Changelog:

Mod is now in a FOMOD with options for both vanilla-like mouths and Artsick’s closed mouths

Replaced orc horns with new, higher-poly models

Fixed a few weights

[abstractredd]

bosaltmer trio, what mischief will they get up to????

Lynwallyn (left) belongs to @plutoprophecy and Mikayla (middle) belongs to @vestigme !

[plantey]

i'll miss the summer of 2023

[ehlnofay]

Efri thinks she’s found the library.

“Woah,” she says, letting the door swing shut behind her. (Loudly. The doors here are so heavy.) Her voice echoes off the stone walls. She feels like she’s stepped into some story, like an exaggerated version of what a mage’s college would be.

It’s not that she’s never heard of a library before or anything. She understands them, conceptually. But the most books she’s ever seen at once was the small set of shelves in Rorik’s manor, and even that blew her away the first time – all the pretty bindings and close-written words. This is –

The College library is something else. It’s a lot bigger than a set of shelves.

Winding, narrow hallways bend and squiggle around like a set of earthworms trying to squish together to make a solid shape with no gaps, and every single wall is lined with books. Each shelf is like a rainbow of covers and colours. Half the spines are thick as at least two fingers put together and written over with words she can’t read. Efri has to bring Sissel here. She’d lose her mind.

“Woah,” she says again, and steps further in to look at the books on the shelves. All the bindings in blacks and blues and browns. One has the title written down the spine in gold lettering that shines. She brings up a hand to touch it.

“What are you doing?” someone demands. Efri stops. She looks.

It’s a grumpy-looking orc man in a bright yellow tunic, glaring at her much fiercer than seems necessary for the crime of looking at books in a library. He looks like he might be old – his hair’s white enough that his beard’s the same colour as his sharp sticking-out teeth, and he’s wrinkly.  Efri wrinkles her nose and tells him, “I’m looking at the books.”

“Wash your hands first,” he barks, turning his much-too-angry glare on Efri’s hovering arms. “You look like the sort of person to have grubby fingers.”

It’s true, but Efri is offended anyway. She wipes her palms hard against her orange wool skirt. (The skirt is grey at the hem from playing in dirty snow. It does not make her any cleaner.)

“Who’re you?” she asks the rude man. “I haven’t met you yet.”

He does not stop scowling. Maybe he’s perpetually angry. Maybe he just has an unfortunate face. But he says, “I’m the Arcaeneum archivist. Urag gro-Shub.”

The Arcaeneum, that’s what the library’s called. Very fancy name. (Sissel will love it. And has Kazari been here yet? They might like it too. She’s pretty sure they can read, though probably not these fiddly little paper books.) “What’s an archivist?”

“I maintain the library.” The archivist Urag gro-Shub might be grumpy and not very nice but at least he didn’t do the thing where he sighed all annoyed at Efri’s question. “I choose when and to whom the books are lent, and I ensure they are not damaged. Hundreds of years have gone into assembling this collection, and it’s going to stay pristine.”

“Is that book hundreds of years old?” Efri asks, pointing to the showy tome with the writing in gold.

Urag barely glances at it, dark eyes flashing in the vague direction of her pointing finger and flashing back again. “No. That’s historical fiction written in 185. That copy was made within these last ten years.”

“You didn’t even look at it,” Efri says.

“Bejewelled Tragedy. Four hundred pages. Horrendously inaccurate. Frankly, it wasn’t worth acquiring in the first place. Feel free to look for yourself.”

Efri will take his word for it.

“This section is for the books that are up for purchase,” he tells her, gesturing. “The worthwhile ones – and the old ones, if those are what you’re looking for – are further in.”

Efri squints down the passages again, their bright lights and cosy winding walls. She can’t tell where this section ends and the next one starts. She feels like if she went any further into the library she’d get lost. She says, “Thanks. I’m Efri, by the way.”

“I know. You’re that kid who showed up.”

“One of,” Efri corrects.

Urag keeps talking, rolling right past like he didn’t hear her. “Don’t know why in the name of all that’s been called holy they let you in. You’d think this would be a step too far, even –” he huffs and snaps his jaw shut, tusks digging into his moustache. He says, “At any rate. You’re here now, and you’re subject to the same rules as everyone else. You treat these books as careful as if they were your own firstborn children, understand? And if there’s something you want to find – or especially take out of the Arcaeneum – you come talk to me.”

Efri nods obediently. What time would it be right now? The lecture Sissel went to was almost two hours, and it’s definitely only been about one. She asks, “Are there any books with pictures?”

She’s not sure if it’s just the shape of his mouth or if he’s sneering. Urag says, “That depends. Are you going to respect the books enough to try to read the words too?”

“That depends,” Efri retorts, nettled. (She gets that he’s protective of the collection, but there’s no need to be rude about it.) “Are your books going to teach me how to read?”

Urag stares.

“You can’t read,” he replies, sounding vaguely offended, as though she, at six years of age, had refused to attend the village school for the express purpose of spiting him four years later.

Efri pulls a book out of the shelf without looking at it, ignoring the way he huffs. There’s nothing embossed on the spine or the cover, but there’s a title scribbled on the first page. “That’s a B,” she says, pointing to the first letter of the first word, and then stops, squinting. Switches her focus to a different word. “That one says off.”

“Of,” Urag corrects over her shoulder.

Efri shrugs. She snaps the book shut and slips it back into its place on the shelf. “I can read a bit,” she says. “I know my letters and that. The books here are just big.”

And given that she’d failed to correctly identify of, even small stories might be a bit beyond her skill level.

Urag is quiet. Efri looks back at him, mostly expecting him to still be looking affronted, as though she’d stolen food out of his mouth and thrown it at a wall – instead he looks oddly, blankly thoughtful.

“We don’t have anything suitable for early readers,” he says, tapping his fingers against his leg. “That might be an oversight.”

Efri really doesn’t think it is. “It’s a big fancy library, right? I think it’s normal to just collect the big fancy books.” All the ones that are hundreds of years old, or about magic or important things, or both.

Urag’s knuckles rap against a buckle on his belt. He says, “No! First misconception. A worthwhile collection archives all the work on its focus possible. The Arcaeneum is a collection of knowledge in every form. Therefore, we have as many books as we can access, on all sorts of topics. Half of them aren’t even good!”

“You sell the bad ones,” Efri says, trying to follow.

“Some of them. If they’re wholly without merit. Mostly I sell duplicates. Or works no-one has ever used. There’s things to be learned from everything – if not now, later. I’ll think on it.”

He looks back at Efri, looking a bit like he might have forgot she was there. “Regardless. Do you need anything, or can I get back to work?”

He’s still all rude and prickly. Efri bristles a bit. “I wasn’t keeping you,” she says, flicking her eyes again over the strange and wandering walls.

Urag sighs again like he’s got any right to be annoyed with her, but then he asks, “Would you like a tour of the Arcaeneum?”

“Do you want to give it?”

“You’ve already distracted me,” he says. Adds less irritably, “And I enjoy a chance to show off the collection. Long as you don’t interrupt me.”

“I’m going to interrupt you,” Efri informs him. She doesn’t like to be told what to do.

She lets him show her the library.

[norruanna]

What a miracle, I was able to finish something and not quit The last characters from TES, who are now rare persons Ranjamin - is not Liamira's own brother, who raised her from childhood Avria is a dunmer whose story I am still working on, but she appears in this story quite rarely, but I had to draw her

[dawns-beauty]

Children of the Hist: More Lizard Lads

Derkeethus, with a fin style with rings based on one from Morrowind and fancy finned tail

Swims-in-Deep-Waters, from the CC Fishing mod will be an optional addon. He has coloration loosely based on a rainbow trout and a finned tail

Veezara, 2Edgy4U now a Black-Tongue, literally

Teebi-Ei, a miner and potential Housecarl of Morthal

I've decided I'm not overhauling every single NPC, but I will be replacing all generic enemies and dead NPCs with higher-quality head parts.

Except for the random Assassin that sometimes gets sicced on you. She needed to look cooler: