Winging it like a Nightingale

Brynjolf

Here's one of Skyrim's sexiest men I sketched

i've always liked brynjolf but never drew him. soo ok now there's a 54 year old man here..?? with my oc ofc

just flat colours bc i couldn't be bothered rendering (i like the flats anyways) ALSO i know i butchered him lowkey, but i'm learning how to draw him and men in general tbh i've gotta start somewhere!!

skyrim enjoyers hit me up. i need more skyrim friendsssspleaasepolsplspls !!!1.!!

close-ups(?) and no colour ver below bc why not!!

"Depends on who's asking lad..."

He eyes the armor suspiciously. He knew better then to reveal his trade to any old man who came knocking.

There’s something I want to get rid of, something that I can’t legally sell. [He holds it up, it’s an intricate amulet, a gold dragon curled around a small ruby, the amulet is recognizable, the type that was handed out by the Septim Emperor’s to notable people, mostly generals, occasionally historians and mages recieved it, and those who did would’ve been buried with it. Even Uriel VII with his long reign only gave out fifteen. Since they haven’t been made since his death, the genuine article is a collectors item- very illegal to sell though]

Brynjolf leaned over the edge of his stall, admittedly, more curious for his historical reasons, then money. That said it wouldn’t be the first time something from the hierarchy of the Empire had passed through the guild. Delvin had once suspiciously got in his grubby little paws an amulet from the Elder Council. Brynjolf couldn’t remember how much he bought it for though- although there was fair certainty that this was worth more than some snobby old Noble’s necklace.

He grinned and leaned onto an palm, holding his chin up with a hand.

"Aye. I can do that."

"Huh. This your name then?"

Brynjolf chuckled.

"Depends on who's asking lad..."

He eyes the armor suspiciously. He knew better then to reveal his trade to any old man who came knocking.

There’s something I want to get rid of, something that I can’t legally sell. [He holds it up, it’s an intricate amulet, a gold dragon curled around a small ruby, the amulet is recognizable, the type that was handed out by the Septim Emperor’s to notable people, mostly generals, occasionally historians and mages recieved it, and those who did would’ve been buried with it. Even Uriel VII with his long reign only gave out fifteen. Since they haven’t been made since his death, the genuine article is a collectors item- very illegal to sell though]

Brynjolf leaned over the edge of his stall, admittedly, more curious for his historical reasons, then money. That said it wouldn’t be the first time something from the hierarchy of the Empire had passed through the guild. Delvin had once suspiciously got in his grubby little paws an amulet from the Elder Council. Brynjolf couldn’t remember how much he bought it for though- although there was fair certainty that this was worth more than some snobby old Noble’s necklace.

He grinned and leaned onto an palm, holding his chin up with a hand.

"Aye. I can do that."

"Huh. This your name then?"

Brynjolf chuckled.

"Depends on who's asking lad..."

He eyes the armor suspiciously. He knew better then to reveal his trade to any old man who came knocking.

There’s something I want to get rid of, something that I can’t legally sell. [He holds it up, it’s an intricate amulet, a gold dragon curled around a small ruby, the amulet is recognizable, the type that was handed out by the Septim Emperor’s to notable people, mostly generals, occasionally historians and mages recieved it, and those who did would’ve been buried with it. Even Uriel VII with his long reign only gave out fifteen. Since they haven’t been made since his death, the genuine article is a collectors item- very illegal to sell though]

Brynjolf leaned over the edge of his stall, admittedly, more curious for his historical reasons, then money. That said it wouldn’t be the first time something from the hierarchy of the Empire had passed through the guild. Delvin had once suspiciously got in his grubby little paws an amulet from the Elder Council. Brynjolf couldn’t remember how much he bought it for though- although there was fair certainty that this was worth more than some snobby old Noble’s necklace.

He grinned and leaned onto an palm, holding his chin up with a hand.

"Aye. I can do that."

"Huh. This your name then?"

"Depends on who's asking lad..."

He eyes the armor suspiciously. He knew better then to reveal his trade to any old man who came knocking.

There’s something I want to get rid of, something that I can’t legally sell. [He holds it up, it’s an intricate amulet, a gold dragon curled around a small ruby, the amulet is recognizable, the type that was handed out by the Septim Emperor’s to notable people, mostly generals, occasionally historians and mages recieved it, and those who did would’ve been buried with it. Even Uriel VII with his long reign only gave out fifteen. Since they haven’t been made since his death, the genuine article is a collectors item- very illegal to sell though]

Brynjolf leaned over the edge of his stall, admittedly, more curious for his historical reasons, then money. That said it wouldn’t be the first time something from the hierarchy of the Empire had passed through the guild. Delvin had once suspiciously got in his grubby little paws an amulet from the Elder Council. Brynjolf couldn’t remember how much he bought it for though- although there was fair certainty that this was worth more than some snobby old Noble’s necklace.

He grinned and leaned onto an palm, holding his chin up with a hand.

"Aye. I can do that."

"Depends on who's asking lad..."

He eyes the armor suspiciously. He knew better then to reveal his trade to any old man who came knocking.

There’s something I want to get rid of, something that I can’t legally sell. [He holds it up, it’s an intricate amulet, a gold dragon curled around a small ruby, the amulet is recognizable, the type that was handed out by the Septim Emperor’s to notable people, mostly generals, occasionally historians and mages recieved it, and those who did would’ve been buried with it. Even Uriel VII with his long reign only gave out fifteen. Since they haven’t been made since his death, the genuine article is a collectors item- very illegal to sell though]

Brynjolf leaned over the edge of his stall, admittedly, more curious for his historical reasons, then money. That said it wouldn’t be the first time something from the hierarchy of the Empire had passed through the guild. Delvin had once suspiciously got in his grubby little paws an amulet from the Elder Council. Brynjolf couldn’t remember how much he bought it for though- although there was fair certainty that this was worth more than some snobby old Noble’s necklace.

He grinned and leaned onto an palm, holding his chin up with a hand.

"Depends on who's asking lad..."

He eyes the armor suspiciously. He knew better then to reveal his trade to any old man who came knocking.

There’s something I want to get rid of, something that I can’t legally sell. [He holds it up, it’s an intricate amulet, a gold dragon curled around a small ruby, the amulet is recognizable, the type that was handed out by the Septim Emperor’s to notable people, mostly generals, occasionally historians and mages recieved it, and those who did would’ve been buried with it. Even Uriel VII with his long reign only gave out fifteen. Since they haven’t been made since his death, the genuine article is a collectors item- very illegal to sell though]

Brynjolf leaned over the edge of his stall, admittedly, more curious for his historical reasons, then money. That said it wouldn’t be the first time something from the hierarchy of the Empire had passed through the guild. Delvin had once suspiciously got in his grubby little paws an amulet from the Elder Council. Brynjolf couldn’t remember how much he bought it for though- although there was fair certainty that this was worth more than some snobby old Noble’s necklace.

Okay we get it

"Lookout boss! It's da Bat!!"