60 Fart Puns That Absolutely Stink (In the Best Way)
Fart puns are the basement of comedy. Literally. They’re down there, they’re damp, they’re not glamorous, and yet every single person...
Skyrim came out in 2011 and I’m still making puns about it in 2026. Fifteen years. That’s longer than most marriages last, and honestly my relationship with this game has been more stable than several I’ve had. The puns have been accumulating in my notes app like cheese wheels in a Breezehome chest, so here we go.
I used to be a comedian like you, but then I took an arrow to the knee.
(I know. I KNOW. But you can’t do a Skyrim pun list without it. Consider this one the obligatory sacrifice to the comedy gods.)
Don’t worry about the haters, just sweet roll with the punches.
This one works as an Instagram caption and I’m genuinely proud of it. Put it over a sunset photo. Nobody needs to know it’s a Skyrim reference. Or put it over a screenshot of your character getting yeeted off a mountain by a giant. Both work.
Why did the Dragonborn get promoted at work? Because he was literally born to drag-on the whole company forward.
I’m so smitten with smithing, I could do it all day at the forge.
Don’t elf yourself short. You’re capable of great things. Probably. Unless you’re a Thalmor, in which case, elf yourself.
My Khajiit has wares if you have coin. My Khajiit also has puns if you have patience.
Honestly, Khajiit puns are hard because the name doesn’t really sound like anything else in English. People try to force “cat-jeet” and I respect the hustle but let’s be real, that’s a stretch and a half.
The Stormcloaks really know how to cloak their intentions.
Why did the chicken cross the road in Whiterun? Doesn’t matter, someone hit it and now the entire city guard is trying to kill the Dragonborn.
I need to capture some souls. It’s my sole gem purpose in life.
Soul gem. Sole purpose. GEM purpose. It works on like two and a half levels and I will die on this hill. This is the kind of pun that makes me feel like the work I’m doing here matters. It doesn’t, but it feels like it does.
“Hey, do you get to the Cloud District very often?”
“Nazeem, I don’t even want to be in this conversation district.”
Enchanting is truly an enchanting skill to level up.
(Yeah, that’s it. That’s the whole pun. Sometimes the obvious ones just sit there and dare you not to include them.)
I’m so Nord of this civil war. Just want some peace and quiet in my homestead.
My Orc friend keeps saying “Orc-ay, let’s go!” every time we hit a dungeon. I should never have introduced him to puns.
I told Lydia to lead-ya way through the dungeon. She walked into every trap. Every single one. I am sworn to carry your burdens but apparently not sworn to watch where I’m stepping.
Lockpicking is just luck-picking with extra anxiety.
This is terrible but: Alduin is always all-do-in’ the most. World-eating is such a dramatic career choice.
Why did the Dragonborn scroll through his inventory during combat? Because he forgot which scroll he needed. And also because Bethesda’s inventory UI is a war crime.
Sorry, that turned into a complaint more than a pun. I stand by both the pun AND the complaint.
The Dark Brotherhood isn’t a dark brood-erhood, they’re actually quite cheerful about murder.
Feeling a bit of Solitude today 🏔️
That’s it. Send that to your group chat with zero context. The gamers will get it. Everyone else will think you’re being poetic.
My alchemy skills? All-chem-azing. My actual potions? Mostly just poisons I drink by accident.
The Thieves Guild is just a guilty pleasure at this point. Thieves Guild-y pleasure. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
Why did Paarthurnax make a great therapist? Because he was always helping people turn things around. He’s a real part-turn-ax of the community.
That one barely works and I included it anyway because Paarthurnax deserves to be here. You know what, if you killed Paarthurnax for the Blades questline, this pun isn’t for you. Close the tab.
Conjuration mages don’t have real friends, they just summon-thing to hang out with.
I tried to pickpocket a guard. He caught me. You could say I got caught… handed.
(Nope. That’s not even a pun. That’s just a bad joke. Moving on.)
The last one is garbage and I know it. The lycan one though? Chef’s kiss.
I’ve been dragon my feet on finishing the main quest for fifteen years.
The College of Winterhold is a cold place to study. Really puts the “brr” in “curriculum.”
Tbh I think about Skyrim’s economy a lot. Like, who’s buying all these iron daggers I’m smithing? Where’s the demand? Anyway,
Why don’t restoration mages ever get invited to parties? Because they’re always healing the mood instead of killing it.
Okay that’s not really a pun, more of a joke. But I wrote it at 2am and I’m keeping it.
My destruction magic is so bad, it’s really more like self-destruction magic.
Dovahkiin? More like Do-vah-keen to get back to playing this game instead of writing puns about it.
The Jarl of Whiterun keeps all his wisdom in a jar-l on his desk. Right next to Balgruuf’s buff-ered opinions on the civil war.
Why did Hermaeus Mora take so long at the library? Because he wanted to tentacle every book.
If you don’t know who Hermaeus Mora is, Daedric Prince of knowledge, looks like a mass of eyes and tentacles, talks. so. incredibly. slowly. in the Dragonborn DLC. Now you know. You’re welcome. The pun is mid but the lore is cool.
Sneak 100. More like Sneak Won-Hundred percent of the time I’m crouching in plain sight and somehow invisible.
I told my friend I was going to Riften. He said “be careful, that place is a real thief-magnet.” I said “yeah, it’s where I go to pick up dates.” Because the Temple of Mara is there. For weddings. This joke has too many layers and none of them are good.
Alteration magic really altered my perspective on things.
What’s a Dragonborn’s favorite type of music?
Heavy Shout-al. 🤘
HEAVY. SHOUT-AL. Like heavy metal but with Thu’ums. I’ve been sitting on this one for weeks waiting for the right list. This is the one. Send it to your friends. Tag me. I don’t care. This is my legacy.
The Greybeards live on top of a mountain because they like the high notes.
Illusion magic is just gaslighting with extra steps.
You know what really Falkreath-ens me? The cemetery there. So many graves. Very grim. Very Falkreath-ening.
I’m forcing “frightens” into “Falkreath-ens” and it’s not working but sometimes you just gotta commit.
Why did the Dwemer disappear? Because they couldn’t handle the tonal-ity of the situation.
This one’s for the Elder Scrolls lore nerds. The Dwemer used Tonal Architecture, manipulating the fabric of reality through sound and vibration, and that’s (probably) what made them vanish. So “tonal-ity” hits different if you know. If you don’t know, it’s just a weird pun about dwarves. Both readings are valid.
Markarth? More like Mark-arth on the map as “do not visit, full of Forsworn and political corruption.”
I used to adventure with a follower but they kept getting in my Whiterun. In my way. While I was running. In Whiterun.
Idk why people hate the Thalmor so much. They’re just trying to be the Altmer-native government.
Why don’t vampires in Skyrim use the internet? Too many problems with the Dawnguard firewall.
Out here living my best Dragonborn life 🐉✨
Okay that’s not a pun at all but it IS a caption that works and I’m padding my numbers. Sue me.
The Forsworn are really for-sworn enemies at this point. I can’t enter a cave without tripping over one.
My friend asked me why I keep playing Skyrim after all these years. I said it’s because I have no-Riften-al attachment to it. He stopped talking to me.
Septimus Signus really lost his mind trying to open that Dwemer lockbox. You could say he had an Oghma In-FINE-ium breakdown.
If you completed the Discerning the Transmundane quest, you know. If you didn’t, just nod politely and scroll down. The Oghma Infinium is a Daedric artifact that’s basically a cheat-code book. “In-FINE-ium” like “I’m fine” but he very much was not fine. He disintegrated. Anyway.
Restoration is a perfectly valid school of magic and I will heal this argument once and for all.
Giants in Skyrim don’t kill you. They launch you into the stratosphere. That’s not combat, that’s a mammoth-sized overreaction.
That last one isn’t even a pun. It’s just sounds. I’ve been writing for too long.
Why did the Dragonborn become a bard? Because he already had experience with performing shouts in front of large audiences.
The Ebony Warrior showed up at my door at level 80 and said he wanted a good death. Gonna be honest, that’s the most metal thing that’s ever happened in any game and I can’t even make a pun about it. I just respect it.
Skooma: not even once. Unless you need to run really fast. Then skooma: maybe once.
What do you call a Dragonborn who works in finance?
A Fus Ro Dah-llar store manager.
NO WAIT. A Septim-al advisor. Because Septims are the currency. SEPTIM-AL. Like “financial” but with, okay I’m explaining it too much. It’s good. Trust me. It’s good.
My stealth archer build isn’t a choice, it’s a calling. You might say it’s my arrow-cation.
“Hey, wanna hear a Skyrim pun?”
“Talos no.”
“Talos YES.”
Why did M’aiq the Liar cross the road? He didn’t. M’aiq is tired now. Go away.
If you’ve never encountered M’aiq wandering the roads of Skyrim spouting cryptic nonsense and fourth-wall-breaking commentary, you’ve missed one of the best recurring Easter eggs in Elder Scrolls history. He’s been in every game since Morrowind. He’s immortal. He’s tired. Same, M’aiq.
I had four more in my notes but honestly they were all just the word “Dragonsreach” with different suffixes and even I have standards. Barely. But I have them.
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