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babyblueetbaemonster · 9 months
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Vilkas: Bro, c'mon! It's your soul we're talking about!
Farkas: But, but-
Werewolf boyfriend
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Little Farkas: Can we have a birthday cake?
Kodlak Whitemane: It's not your birthday.
Little Vilkas: The cake won't know.
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juleteon · 2 years
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thinking about the werewolf twins and their (second) adoptive dad...
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toad-n-tonic · 1 year
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Thoughts on the Companions:
-questline too short
-need more time to get to know Skjor before getting emotional about his death and hardcore avenging him
-I changed my mind, Aela belongs on my hottest Skyrim lady list. I chose Njada over her before because she’s mean and I like that but Aela is my sire and I think there is a special bond that comes with that if you stick with it which I am
-I don’t get a reaction from Kodlak, Farkas, or Vilkas when I become a werewolf. If they bumped into me at any point, they would surely have known. It would have been so good to have that conversation, especially with Vilkas. I want him to yell at me.
-Athis and Torvar should kiss
-Ria in lesbians with Aela very cute very good
-need more time to get to know Kodlak before getting emotional about his death and hardcore avenging him
-from his own mouth, Farkas says he does what he is told and that is what makes him a very good boy
-Tilma told me she knows everything and I believe her.
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Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 23 Group 114
Propaganda and further pictures under the cut
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The Companions: Kodlak Whitemane, Skjor, Farkas, Vilkas, Aela the Huntress, Njada Stonearm, Ria, Athis, Torvar, Vignar Gray-Mane (& Brill, Eorlund Gray-Mane, Tilma the Haggard)
Iruma's Adopted Family: Suzuki Iruma, Opera, Sullivan
Submissions are still open!
The Companions:
The Companions are a guild of warriors stationed in Whiterun, one of Skyrim’s capital cities. Members of the Companions refer to each other as Shield-Siblings (“Shield-Brother/“Shield-Sister”). Although they claim not to recognize an official leader, Kodlak acts as the guild’s chief advisor and is viewed as a sort of father figure. The guild’s senior members (Kodlak, Skjor, Farkas, Vilkas, Aela) comprise a sub-faction called The Circle and secretly possess the ability to transform into werewolves.
Iruma's Adopted Family:
Iruma's parents sell him to a demon and instead of eating him that demon becomes his doting grandfather and buys him literally everything he could possibly want or need. Opera is his nonbinary catbutler and they are also super protective of Iruma they are all family they love each other Iruma loves them very much and appreciates them for removing him from his abusive parenrs
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darkelfharlot · 3 months
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Batch of Skyrim npcs. Thank you to my bst friend yauna for giving me characters to draw
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ticcitavvi · 10 months
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Enemies to friends to lovers 80k
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kytic · 2 years
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My friend's parody of page 49 of The Sunder Hunt.
I thought this relevant with the discussions around the Kenobi show. (Of which, I liked? It was super okay in my book, as Red Letter Media said. I'll agree to that. Entertaining and super okay - with some editing/pacing/odd motivation at times issues. But I liked the ending!)
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TES "GILF" Poll Round 1
We've had Sexymen, we may be getting sexywomen soon, so how about crowning the Elder Scrolls' No. 1 GILF?
Many thanks to @elavoria for providing me with a large variety of Morrowind and Oblivion elderly to choose from. All characters are chosen at their oldest age.
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kagedbird · 4 months
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TESSDE AU (+ Lucia :]) (Inigo part 5!!!)
Inigo: *explained things to Vilkas, Farkas, Skjor, and Aela while Ria and Kodlak entertain Lucia* ...it might be a minute or two before she returns.
Aela: *huffs* What an idiot. To insult the Dragonslayer's kin...
Vilkas: *watching Lucia like a hawk* Hmph.
Skjor: *shakes his head* Her business is her own, Vilkas.
Vilkas: *grunts at having been caught in his anger at not being told she had a kid, crossing his arms* Whatever.
Farkas: Thanks for letting us know. *pats Inigo on the shoulder* Kodlak should be all right for the time being.
Inigo: Of course. Are her efforts making a difference?
Farkas: *sighs through his nose* It's keeping it at bay... but that's the most she can do.
Aela: It's progressed too far to combat at this point, even with her powers. At most, it's giving him less aches and pains.
Inigo: *sighs, ears pulling back* I am sorry. I wish there was more to be done. And I am certain she feels the same.
Skjor: *shakes his head* What's done is done. Can't change that. How is she holding up outside Jorrvaskr?
Inigo: She is exhausted whenever she comes home. Lucia and I were going about getting her a gift when her Aunt arrived.
Vilkas: A gift, ey?
Inigo: Oh yes! Do any of you have any ideas? She does not need any more jewelry, and we often have delicious meals together. I cannot think of anything else she may want.
Farkas: Was workin' on somethin' hand carved for her.
Inigo: I feel that is more Kaidan's wheelhouse than my own, and I do not want Lucia to injure herself while making anything.
Skjor: *raises an eyebrow curiously* Hm. Responsible of you.
Inigo: Well-
Lucia: *giggles and runs over to Inigo, tugging on his pants with a beaming smile* Papa, papa! Ms. Ria and I drew a picture!
Trio + Skjor: "Papa"?!
Inigo: *gives them a dry look before kneeling down to her* Let me see! Oooh... is that us here?
Lucia: Mhm!
Inigo: You are very skilled in drawing! I particularly love how large Mr. Dragonfly is. He does too!
Lucia: Hehe! *hugs Inigo around his neck before hurrying back to Ria*
Inigo: *carefully folds up the drawing and pockets it* You may close your mouths- you would not want to catch any flies!
Vilkas: When did you two get married?!
Inigo: *sighs* We are not. We are sharing responsibility with Allora for taking care of Lucia. Lucia calls all of us- Taliesin, Kaidan, Lucien, and I- papa. We are still only courting Allora.
Skjor: *rubs his temples as he feels the other three stewing in anger* Never gonna hear the end of this...
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vodrae · 7 months
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I've been thinking since 2015 about how the Companions could end their curse if the generation after the first cursed one just said "No lmao" when they got under the skyforge.
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*at Skjor's funeral*
Kodlak Whitemane: *places his hand on the headstone and sobs*
Kodlak: How could you do this to me? We are so understaffed.
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ms-katonic-of-tamriel · 5 months
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Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Madanach/Ulfric Stormcloak, Keirine/Miraak Characters: Cicero (Elder Scrolls), Ulfric Stormcloak, Madanach (Elder Scrolls), Kodlak Whitemane, Farkas, Vilkas (Elder Scrolls), Original Altmer Character(s), Original Imperial Character(s) (Elder Scrolls), Galmar Stone-Fist, Original Non-Dovahkiin | Dragonborn Character(s) (Elder Scrolls), Original Nord Character(s) (Elder Scrolls), Original Reachfolk Character(s) (Elder Scrolls), Miraak (Elder Scrolls) Additional Tags: Found Family, Long Lost/Secret Relatives, Technically a Dragon Age Crossover, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Series: Part 2 of Unfated Summary:
In an alternate universe where the Markarth Incident took a different turn and the Stormcloaks sided with the Forsworn after their king offered a Talos-worship sanctuary, the Empire is facing civil war in Skyrim right on the heels of the Great War and risking losing the entire North. When the rebels manage to frame a staunch Imperial loyalist for Talos-worship, Titus Mede is left with no choice but to bring an agent out of forced retirement. An agent who lost his very soul to a foreign power's brutal religious establishment... and who has intimate connections to an orphaned boy at the heart of the Reach Court. As young Cicero Di Rosso starts finding a new family, the old comes back to haunt him and could destroy everything he's managed to put together.
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timaeusterrored · 2 years
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The companions have one braincell. And it is Vilkas.
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lilkumquat27 · 2 months
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Opening scene of Chapter 7: Twin Thing from my fanfic, Companions of the Dawn. Centring on Vilkas and Farkas, and opens with their birth. Hope you like! This is just a sneak peak if you want to follow and read the story it’s on FanFiction now! Please check it out and let me know what you think! :) https://m.fanfiction.net/s/14322778/1/Companions-of-the-Dawn
It was the 23rd of Sun’s Dawn, in the year of 4E 169. The reaching snow valleys and glacier fields of Winterhold echoed the agonizing screams of a woman. Deep in the depths of Hob’s Fall Cave, a pale Nord woman, with long black hair, and silvery eyes, was giving birth on the dusty, cold floor of the cave. A few other women surrounded her and patted her head from the sweat and attempted to sooth her. She continued to wail into the deep echoes of the cave. A set of robed men ambled into the room. A dark elf sneered.
“How much longer now? Our deity will become restless…” the dark elf man asked of the tending maidens.
A maiden declared, “Very soon… she works hard to expel them…” the woman wailed again and threw her head back in sheer excruciating pain. In an instant, sharp cries of a newborn were heard. The maiden wrapped the baby in loincloth and hastily passed the baby to the other maiden and tended back to the birthing. The woman still bellowed in anguished screams, then with one last scream, a new cry was heard from another baby. The woman leaned back into the floor dripping in sweat and wheezing of exhaustion. The maidens handed the two wailing infants to the robed men.
“Very good, they will do perfectly,” the dark elf man leered, he looked to the woman recovering from birth, “You did well, Vrailea, now rest. Your sacrifice will result in the most gracious boon from the Ideal Masters.”
The sweated woman breathed heavily, and dimmed a smile, then laid back to her bed of hay. The men carried the wailing newborns down deeper into the cave. They entered a chamber, old and crumbling, yet an altar still remained to the other side. It was lit in candles and placed with herbs, blood, and black soul gems. The dark elf man set the babies at the altar. Their flailing arms and legs kicked profusely; they screamed in irate cries as the dark elf looked down to them; apathetically. Two other men came to his side, where the maidens who assisted with the birth stood to the doorway. They all raised their arms in unison and began to chant. The babies continued to cry amongst the spell casting.
“Ideal Masters, hear our offer, reveal your power in Mundus. For we deliver the souls of not one, but two souls to your realm. Let their souls sate your hunger. Bestow to us your boon for our favour! We demand our souls to you!” the dark elf man projected loudly.
“Ideal Masters, we demand our souls to you! Ideal Masters, we demand our souls to you! Ideal Masters we demand our souls to you!”
The chanting of the cultists raised higher, as the dark elf man raised a blade to the crying children upon the table. An ominous purple glow began to circle the children. Suddenly wretched screams came barging into the chamber, halting the dark elf and alarming the cultists. It was the woman who had given birth to the children. She had blood leeching down her gown and legs. She ran into the chamber with unbridled panic.
“We’re under attack!”
Immediately the male cultists equipped destruction spells to their hands as the women summoned a flame atronach. The babies stayed wailing at the altar. A brigade of Nord men came clamouring into the chamber with steel greatswords and hammers swinging. They were led by a man with golden braided hair and a long shimmering beard. He charged through slashing at the cultists, gutting them mercilessly. The flame atronach threw fire balls towards the men, who raised shields to the flames and shot arrows true to the daedra’s chest. One of the men in the brigade sprinted to the children atop the altar and cradled them in his arms— desperately seeking a place to safeguard them. The golden-haired man swiped his blade across the dark elf’s shoulders— cutting his head clean off. He let out a victorious battle cry with his sword arm raised. The cultists were haplessly demolished by the brigade of staunch Nord warriors in sheer moments. The ritual they were performing failed, and the indigo glow slowly dwindled away.
The golden-haired man in steel armour stood before his brethren and spoke proudly, “I hope every last one of you is endowed in pride and prowess for this glad deed. We’ve ridden the throes of this rugged sacred Hold of Skyrim of this wretched necromancer cult. No more will people be stolen in the night. No more will their evil darken our shadows. No more will their filth desecrate the sacred law of Arkay, our Lord of Death and Life. We have honed the call and saved the people of Winterhold from any further damnation. Ysgramor and his followers smile down at us today from Sovngarde’s blessed Hall. My fiery brothers and sisters— my fierce friends! I am proud to be a Companion alongside you today! Hail all of you!”
The men raised their swords in honour and bellowed, “Hail, Kodlak!”
“Hail!”
“Hail!”
“Hail!”
Kodlak gloomed at the altar of the necromancers, as his shield brothers and sisters slowly exited the cave. Kodlak was approached by a shield-brother, with two slumbering infants in his arms.
“These are the children then.” Kodlak’s eyes wilted at the sight of the innocent newborns sleeping and curled up to each other. “Such disgusting evil— truly repugnant. To think they would impregnate a woman to sacrifice the children to their foul deity; it’s comforting these warlocks suffered in their last moments.”
The comrade pleaded, “What shall we do, Kodlak? We can’t just leave them at an orphanage and hope for the best. These little ones… they lived just in time to be saved. They were born into a world for the sole purpose to die before even experiencing it. I do not want them to live a suffering life.”
Kodlak pondered to his shield-brother, “What would you do then, Jergen?”
Jergen looked down at them and curled an enchanted smile. Their cheeks round and rosy with little button noses, swirls of black hair atop of their heads, and small breaths escaping their nostrils as they huddled together. Jergen swelled in tears at the captivating adoration for the infants, “I wish to bring them back to Jorrvaskr and raise them as our own. These little boys will grow up to be men. Living in our mead hall they will be the staunchest, most resilient, valiant men we have seen in the Companions yet. Let’s give them a life fit for honourable Nord men such as us.”
Kodlak beamed a grin, “I can’t think of a deed greater. We will have to consult our Harbinger first in the matter. But yes, I agree.”
Kodlak lightly placed his finger donned in a gauntlet and caressed one of the baby’s tiny little hands. He continued with a smile, “Let’s give them a life full of zest. It is our calling to help those in need, always. We should get back to Jorrvaskr very soon. The little ones will be hungry when they awaken. Come, Jergen.”
Jergen stayed holding the children as Kodlak turned his back to him and towards the exit. He stopped and looked back to Jergen, who still stood pondering at the sleeping infants.
Kodlak crooned, “My friend, why do you delay?”
Jergen uttered, “I’m sorry… I’m just, thinking of a name for them. They must be given names, no?”
Kodlak grinned brightly, “Yes, of course. What name is befitting to them?”
Jergen thought for a moment and suggested, “I… have always taken a liking to the name… ‘Farkas’. A strong Nord name for a lad. But I’m unsure.”
Kodlak affirmed gladly, “Farkas is a grand name. It speaks true strength and ferocity.”
Jergen nodded and smiled, “Yes, I think so, too. But… what of the brother… I can’t think…”
“Vilkas,” Kodlak pronounced, “Another title as serious as night but strong as steel. Farkas and Vilkas.”
Jergen beamed a grin and looked down to the children in awe, “Vilkas and Farkas. Perfect. These names will echo in our hall’s history for lineages to come.”
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rels-tenim · 1 year
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Shop Update!
I’ve added something that was mysteriously missing thus far...Skyrim themed plushie designs! Now you can get stickers or magnets based on The Companions and the College of Winterhold.
Since I never made a seperate post for it, there’s also a Toon Meridia design that is available on various designs - including shirts, hoodies, a sticker and a phone case.
As always, if you like what you can see, spread this post, and take a look at my shop page here:
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