#farkas

[argisthebulwark]

can you imagine getting a dog when you live with farkas. he gets sooo excited hearing you say "good puppy!! who's my good puppy?" thinking he's about to get some snuggles and attention, just to find you cuddling the dog instead of him. wondering why you never scratch behind his ears when he's in beast form. both of them shedding at the same time and wrecking your favorite rug.

[elderscrollsconfessions]

Confession: I feel like with how serious he normally is, Vilkas would be initially awkward with dating. Aela, she declares her intentions and straight to the deed. Farkas, he’s innocent but up for whatever. :) Meanwhile, Vilkas might’ve read more about the birds & the bees than actually done it.

[lavendarr00]

Skyrim Action Shots from Past Playthroughs 🗡️

Featuring Team Dragonborn: Kaidan, Ana (My DB), Farkas, Vilkas, Aela, Erik the Slayer, and Lydia. All in this last pic except Farkas who lets just say was taking this pic 😉

[pickled0ctopus]

leave or join

[ratellini]

the boys

[remyrotte]

farkas

[mai-col]

A very small 1-page Skyrim zine I made this summer, in a single day right before Japan Expo. @frostgiant-art also made one about the Thieves' Guild !

[ronkeyroo]

🐺 Greetings from The Dumb of Ass, Pure of Heart - And Were Of Wolf ; Vilkas & Farkas!

[absolutly-not-an-alien]

I know that the difference races don’t have different beast-forms, but like come on. Alligator werewolf? That’s sick as hell.

Also here is the first design/draft I did of Lynthrax’s beast form. Looks cool but it’s not my best. I think the other one is better, personally.

Also the pose and colors could be better

[lumibuns-blog]

Whatever you call this kind of man>>>

I'm going with scruffy sweetheart on the inside, kills people on the outside, father figure (not by choice tho)

[typophobia-hijinks]

I think it's adorable how Farkas, a grown buff adult-ass man who is also a werewolf that wiped out an entire gang of people on his own, is scared of spiders. I love little character traits like that. Goddamn legendary

[chesterjesterr]

This was rushed but i just HAD to draw them

[argisthebulwark]

Most Ardently

summary: Terms of endearment Skyrim men would use for you as your partner. gn reader, no pronouns or y/n used. feat: Vilkas, Cicero, Brynjolf, Farkas, Miraak, Erandur, Teldryn, Arnbjorn warnings: minor allusion to suggestive content, mention of blood. and some swears.

Darling Vilkas, who wields terms of endearment with both kindness and sarcasm. Who knows how to get under your skin or comfort you with just one word. "Oh darling, have you forgotten who trained you? More than anyone else, I know your limits." He would sneer, face flushed when he rounds on you after a disagreement. "My darling," Vilkas would whisper in the dead of night, when your hands are tangled in his hair and you can taste the wine on his breath. "My darling." He breathes just before kissing you, all worries melting away. Cicero is giddy at the idea of his Listener having special titles only he is permitted to use. Who spins you around the Sanctuary when your mood is low, showering you in kisses and praise until he sees the smile he loves so dearly. He would say it often, soft and full of love during a stolen moment alone or brashly in front of any new recruit whose eyes lingered a touch too long. "Oh, darling Listener." He would sigh, gazing at you with unabashed adoration. "Cicero loves you more than words can say."

Sweetheart Brynjolf, who says it with that crooked smile that never fails to melt your heart. Who murmurs the pet name when he finds you slumped behind the Guild Master's desk glaring at the rolls of parchment piled haphazardly before you. Brynjolf who scoops you into his arms, planting a kiss on your forehead and allowing you to grumble about your day. "Hold still, sweetheart." Brynjolf would breathe against your skin, clutching you to his chest as the manor's steward paces its hallways. Farkas, who cups your face so gently and speaks as if you are the only one in his world. Who calls you his sweetheart as he wipes the blood of fallen bandits from your cheeks and checks you for injuries. Who helps you out of your armor after a hard day, sinking into a warm bath and combing the hair away from your face. "You alright, sweetheart?" Farkas would call over the clashing of swords, needing an assurance that you haven't fallen.

My love/My beloved Miraak, whose voice drips with devotion when he calls out to you. That touch of reverence never fades from his tone, eyes softening when he stares at you. Miraak who attempts to cover the depth of his love with sarcasm but would fall to his knees for you if asked, who believes his unnaturally long life's only purpose is to adore you. "My beloved," that deep voice rumbles through his chest as he gazes up at you, ungloved hands twisted in your robes. "One whose soul speaks to mine." Erandur, who speaks tender words of love as a form of worship. Who sings your praises with every breath. Whether it's a retelling of his salvation to an enraptured crowd in some small tavern or against the skin of your thighs he devotes himself to you, the one he loves. "My love," he would murmur over and over, lavishing attention upon you. "My most beloved, you must take better care of yourself. I cannot imagine this world without you, my heart."

Fucker Teldryn, who slaps a hand on your thigh with his head thrown back in laughter. Your gut muscles ache and your voice is hoarse from hours of laughing at each other's stories but you never want such a night to end. Other patrons have stumbled off to bed and you're sure that Geldis is glaring daggers at the pair of you but Teldryn's easy laugh is far more intoxicating than the drinks forgotten on a nearby table. "Oh, you fucker." Teldryn would say, the affection clear in his voice. He drags your chair closer to his, allowing you a closer look at his flushed cheeks and sharp teeth. Arnbjorn, with his gruff exterior that you somehow cracked through. His tough heart that you wormed your way into, the softness he saves for the rare moment alone. He is not one for tenderness but conveys his feelings in a way you understand, a subtle love language you learned over time. "Why do I like you again?" He would grumble, forced annoyance coating the affection in his tone when you squirm closer to him. "Fucker." The word is harsh, a contrast to the soft way his calloused hands brush over your skin. "I didn't want to fall for you, y'know."

[babyblueetbaemonster]

Vilkas: Bro, c'mon! It's your soul we're talking about!

Farkas: But, but-

Werewolf boyfriend

[seraphicmiso]

different variations of the same font (straight black hair)

[skyrim-forever]

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