#s’ariq skyrim

[leopardmuffinxo]

These sands are cold, but Khajiit feels warmness from your presence.

Khajiit Will Follow + Project ja-Kha'jay Replacer

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[alonakiin121]

Hell no

I hate Lucoa but I love her at the same time.

Like she’s an evil bitch, but she’s a bad bitch too.

However, Na’veera didn’t deserve THAT

[custom-whats]

Team dragonborn Cidhna mine break out (because I’m forever sad that followers don’t help out here LOL)

Hatches a daring Jailbreak plan, totally and painfully aware that the price for failing is also being stuck in Cidhna mine for the rest of their natural lifespan. Decides it’s worth it to try anyway, and the escape is an overwhelming success thanks to pulled in favours from friends and the follower’s own unique skill sets. You’re all very permanently banned from Markarth though: Inigo, Kaidan, Auri, Khash, Lucifer, S’ariq

Tries to get the Dragonborn out on a diplomatic level rather than hatching a daring jailbreak. Attempts to convince proper authorities that they’re innocent, or that their jail sentence could probably wait till after they’ve finished saving the world from whatever danger it’s currently facing (if there are none, then the “skyrim owes them” angle works): Lucien, Caryalind, Ma’kara, Xelzaz

Deems the attempt at rescue too risky, and the diplomatic angle a non-starter since Markarth official corruption is what got the Dragonborn in the mine in the first place. Assumes that the Dragonborn will figure out a way to make it out on their own, since they always do: Nebarra, Remiel

[lithium223]

Whumptober Day 12: It'll Be Fun, They Said

Skyrim

Characters: S'ariq, unspecified db

Rating: G

S’ariq glared at his mate who was trying hard to not grin at his chagrin.

He seriously doubted that his mate would be so amused if they were the ones who were covered in projectile vomit from chest to toe by their cub. And then had to clean up vomit from the dining room table as the little one cried and puked some more.

“Let’s raise a child, you said. It’ll be wonderful, you said,” S’ariq huffed as he crossed his arms.

He tried to ignore his mate as they wrapped their arms around his waist.

“But you love them,” they said as they pressed their forehead against the grumpy khajiit’s. “And you’re a wonderful father.”

“That’s not the point,” S’ariq said, determined to be annoyed a moment longer. “S’ariq’s fur will never the same.”

S’ariq received a chuckle and a squeeze in response.

“Well, I still like your fur,” they responded. “Why don’t I make dinner tonight and show you what I found in Morthal to make it up to you? I think you’ll like it.”

S’ariq hummed playfully.

“So, you think you can buy this one’s forgiveness, do you?”

“Only if it works!”

“Lucky for you, it does,” S’ariq replied as he wrapped his arms around his love and returned the forehead press with pressure of his own. “Warm sands, my mate. It’s good to have you home.”

[couldyouspeakmyname]

I know its usually left for Sleepover Saturday, but I'm very impatient and gotta ask: who are your skyrim husbandos and which race(s) are your favourite? 💕

Argonian dreamboat Scouts-Many-Marshes is my fave. I love him. He's so sassy and even through his quest is really small I love how he goes from skeptical about you to 'oh well, I guess you're actually a nice person"

I also heavily mod my game (I have like...100+ mods) and he's aesthetic AF

Also Farkas and Vilkas, but I love me a himbo and a skeptic to someone who grows to respect you??

But yeah

Scouts...and a mod character from Khajiit will follow S’ariq. Kaiden is also a great mod...

But I would sell my soul for Scouts.

If anyone wants a great imagine blog for Skyrim, I high suggest this one!

[incorrect-custom-followers]

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[incorrect-custom-followers]

Lucien: i’m cold

Kaidan, sighing: take my cloak.

LDB: ....hey, S’ariq? i’m cold

S’ariq: bring us somewhere warmer next time.

[incorrect-custom-followers]

[lithium223]

whumptober 26: Concussion

Fandom: Skyrim

Title: After the Storm

Characters: Ko’va (khajiit oc), Lucien Flavius, Bikhai

Rating; G/T

Ko’va woke in a strange bed yet was surrounded by familiar scents. She sat up to look around. She quickly realized that she was in the Arch-Mage’s quarters.

“Ah, you’re finally awake!”

“Lucien,” Ko’va greeted, relaxing at the sight of her friend. “What happened? Where are the others? Why are we in the Arch-Mage’s quarters? And why are the lights so dim?”

“Well,” Lucien replied amused and happy with Ko’va’s quick questions. “Do you want to good news or bad news first.?”

“Bad.”

“Mirabelle didn’t make it. And the College has gone through some structural damage. But Tolfdir is sure it’s nothing that can’t be fixed. Now the good: We won! We beat Ancano and the College is saved. As for the others, Dreamer is finally sleeping, which is good cause I think that Word we found in Labrynthian is not settling well with her. Bikhai is supposed to be cleaning up and fetching you some food and medicine. I swear, I almost had to chase those two off with a broom. I had to promise to wait here with you before they would get any kind of rest.”

Ko’va chuckled lightly at that quip.

“As for where’s everyone else, I’m pretty sure Nanak is in the library,” Lucien continued, counting on his fingers. “I think Serana is in your old quarters, I’m not really sure. I haven’t seen Ma’kara or Kharjo for a few hours. And…we haven’t heard anything from Lashur, Inigo, or S’ariq, so I assume they’re still looking for Ornel.”

Lucien paused for a breath and to collect himself.

“Oh, and these are your quarters now. You’re apparently the new Arch-Mage.”

Ko’va’s jaw dropped and her ears jerked up.

“What?!”

The sound of a door opening and closing drew their attention. Lucien walked away to see who it was. 

Ko’va stayed in bed and scratched her head. By the twin moons, how much had she missed?

A moment later, Lucien and an unarmored Bikhai came around the corner carrying, food, drink, and healing potions.

“Thank the moons, you’re awake,” Bikhai said, relieved to see Ko’va awake and alert. He quickly set his delivery on the stand next to the bed. Then he leaned over and pulled Ko’va into a hug. “This one was worried.”

Ko’va happily returned the embrace. She was about to snuggle in when she heard Lucien clear his throat.

Both khajiit looked over to their friend.

“It’s getting kind of late,” Lucien said with a smile and a playful glint in his eye. “I’m going to head off to bed now since Bikhai is here now. Night.”

With that Lucien left.

“Damn it, he didn’t finish telling me what happened,” Ko’va lamented, a small pout forming on her face.

“How much do you remember,” Bikhai asked.

“The last thing I remember is standing outside of Labrynthian.”

Bikhai winced. His ears drooped and his tail lashed.

“That’s probably due to the concussion,” he sighed. “Bikhai knew you were injured. But…he didn’t say anything. Or try to stop you.”

“That’s not your fault.” Ko’va reached out and grabbed his hand. She rubbed her thumb along his knuckles to reassure him. “You’re not the one who hurt me. And we both know you wouldn’t have been able to stop me from helping.”

Ko’va gently pulled on Bikhai as she moved to make room for him.

“Will you stay with me? And tell me what happened,” Ko’va asked.

Bikhai felt himself soften as he looked into Ko’va’s honey eyes. He was always amazed by the kindness and affection he found in her gaze. These sands were truly warmer ever since he started traveling with her. And he couldn’t find it in himself to say no.

“Alright.”

Bikhai removed his boots and then he joined Ko’va in the bed. It took a moment for them to settle, with both sitting up and leaning on the headboard.

Bikhai then reached towards the table and grabbed the mug of tea and the bread he brought for her. He passed them to Ko’va and waited for her to start nibbling before speaking.

“Where should this one start?”

[lithium223]

Inigo: Look at the stars, my friends. Aren’t they something?

Ma’kara: They are. Back in Balmora, this one could never see more than one or two stars at night. Now, there are always so many that it amazes her.  

Muz-Lari: I never had a problem seeing stars in Murkmire. What surprised me was the aurora. You can’t see it anywhere in the southern provinces. 

Inigo: True. There’s nothing quite like it in Cyrodiil or Elsweyr. 

Serana: I don’t really remember staring at the night sky before I met any of you. Listening to you three talk about how new and amazing the view is, it makes me feel a little shallow. I’ve been under these stars and the aurora most of my life and I never stopped to appreciate how beautiful they are. What do you think S’ariq?

S’ariq: Eh. It’s alright, he supposes. It is just light after all.  

Muz-Lari: Says the one who’s lived in Skyrim all his life.

Inigo: And hasn’t spent centuries locked in a tomb.

[lithium223]

whumptober 17: Wrongfully Accused

Fandom: Skyrim

Title: Watery Interlude #4: We Hate Windhelm

Characters: Muz-Lari (oc dragonborn), Lashur Urot (oc orismer)

Rating: G/T

Muz-Lari sighed through her nose as a guard glared at her. The joys of Windhelm.

“Hands to yourself, lizard,” the guard hissed. “And if I even think you might be fiddling with a lock, I’ll-“

“You’ll what,” Lashur growled as she stepped between Muz-Lari and the guard.

Lashur stood at her full height, face to face with the nord guard. They stood face to helmet for several long heartbeats, daring the other to move.

Eventually, the guard quietly stepped back.

“I’ll be watching you,” they mumbled before walking away.

Lashur snorted.

“Sorry-ass bastard,” Lashur muttered lowly, steel still in her gaze.

Muz-Lari stood next to Lashur and leaned her shoulder against her friend.

“I’m surprised they didn’t call you a pig.”

“Right,” Lashur huffed. “Probably scared I would have punched them,” she finished with a grin.

“Wouldn’t you?”

“That’s not the point. Now c’mon,” Lashur laughed as she put an arm around Muz-Lari’s shoulder. “Let’s go find the boys and get outta here.”

“Ornel and Inigo are by the docks. S’ariq said he was ‘shopping’. I’m not sure about Lucien and Nanak.”

“Probably at the White Phial. Why is Ornel by the docks?”

Muz-Lari blinked innocently at Lashur.

“There’s orphans down there, isn’t there,” Lashur said.

Muz-Lari hummed in affirmation.

“Of course. Let’s go see them.”

[lithium223]

whumptober 22: Withdrawal

Fandom: Skyrim

Title: If It's Not Mine and It's Not Yours...

Characters: S’ariq, Ko’va (my khajiit oc)

Rating: G/T

Ko’va’s left ear twitched, half listening to Inigo’s rambling as she walked upstairs in Heljarchen Hall. Construction for the home was coming along well.

At the top of the stairs, she turned and saw S’ariq by the new enchantment station.

“Hey, S’ariq,” Ko’va greeted. “What’s new?”

“Ko’va,” S’ariq replied, nodding his head to return the greeting. “S’ariq has a question for you. If you don’t mind.”

“Oh?”

“While he was poking around the other day, S’ariq found a bottle-“ S’ariq leaned to look over the banister and dropped his voice. “-of skooma hidden in the floorboards.” He leaned back to look at Ko’va again, his voice rising above a whisper, but still lower than its normal volume. “Did you put it there?”

This was not a secret conversation, but some…discretion wouldn’t hurt with this subject.

“No worries if you did,” S’ariq added as he watched Ko’va’s ears shoot up. “S’ariq just has a history with the stuff and the temptation tests him.”

“It’s not mine,” Ko’va answered, voice slightly low as well, honey eyes flickering over the banister to glance at Inigo. “I’ve never gotten into the habit. It always made me puke when I tried it.”

S’ariq snorted with amusement.

Ko’va knew that this was a semi-serious conversation, but she felt her curiosity prodding her.

“Why did you stop drinking skooma,” she asked.

“His mane,” S’ariq answered, pointing to his hair. “He lost it once during a skooma-craze. He mistook it as another khajiit growing out of his head. Very unpleasant.”

Ko’va winced.

“Yikes. The sounds awful.”

A flash of movement caught their eyes. Ko’va and S’ariq both looked over the banister again to see Inigo moving his arms as he told another story.

Ko’va looked back to S’ariq.

“Is it still there?”

“Yes.”

Ko’va hummed in thought.

“Well, let’s just leave it for now,” Ko’va said. “No need for us to make assumptions. Or make something out of what could be nothing. Let’s just…wait for now.”

“Khajiit can work with that.”

[lithium223]

whumptober 24: You’re Not Making Any Sense

Fandom: Skyrim

Title: Watery Interlude #2: Strange New Friends

Characters: Muz-Lari (argonian dragonborn), Inigo, S’ariq

Rating: G/T

Muz-Lari listened with her head cocked as the strange khajiit told his tale.

This made no sense whatsoever. She was sure she would remember an assassination job with a blue khajiit. She wasn’t that spacey. Was she?

As the khajiit, Inigo, continued to speak, Muz-Lari examined him closely.

He looked fit enough with his lean muscles. Though, he did look to be a little thin. Whether that was caused by the skooma or the poor prison food, she wasn’t sure.

“So, do it. Take your revenge,” Inigo finished.

Muz-Lari blinked in slight confusion.

“Why would I kill you for something you didn’t do?”

“Don’t play with me like that,” Inigo said teeth slightly bared in anguish, his ears pressed back. “I wronged you! I tried to kill you! I deserve to die for what I’ve done. Strike me down and be done with it!”

Muz-Lari stared at the male for several heartbeats. He really was delusional. There was something profoundly sad about him. But…she could also see something…good. Yes, good. Whatever wrongs he had done, he’d never get better in this jailcell.

“I’m not the person you think I am,” Muz-Lari said calmly. “But you look strong and useful. Why don’t you come with me?”

“I fight with you?”

Muz-Lari nodded.

“Or die defending you. Yes! This is how I’ll repay my debt,” Inigo declared, his ears standing to attention, his eyes lighting up. “Hear that Mr. Dragonfly? I’m going to make this right. Would you like to come with me?”

As Inigo began to gather his things, Muz-Lari heard a rattle and deep snarl behind her. She stepped out of Inigo’s cell and leaned over the banister to look at the prison’s lower floor.

She saw a black cathay khajiit male, gripping his cell bars hissing at a startled guard.

“Come closer and say that again! Khajiit dares you!”

Curious, Muz-Lari started to head down the stairs. She decided she wanted to talk to the black khajiit.

She knew her friends would think her action unwise, but hey, Ko’va did tell her once that she should try being more open to meeting new people. Besides, meeting Inigo had gone well. Talking to this other stranger may be good as well.

“Inigo meet me downstairs when you’re ready,” she called.