Childhood Memories
Send in a number and my muse will talk about:
- An old childhood friend
- A time when they got lost
- A fear they used to have (or perhaps, still have)
- Their favorite food
- Food they used to avoid but like now
- An old enemy/bully
- Their family
- Their earliest memory
- An adventure they had
- An object they kept
- Their favorite toy/past time
- A time they got hurt
- A happy time
- A sad time
- Things they used to believe in but perhaps not anymore
- A dream of the future they used to have
- A vivid dream/nightmare
- Something that scared them
- Something that made them laugh
- Their favorite relative/person
- Their childhood hero
- Something they used to collect
- Their favorite animal
- Free question. Ask something not listed!
shadows-of-almsivi:
He half-formulated a response, a little sympathetic rejoinder about stallions in general and the temperament of the Cheydinhal black, perhaps some anecdote about ill-broken colts and the untrustworthy horse dealers– until his train of thought was broken by the mare’s tickling muzzle. Her lightest nudges buffeted him, making him stagger and giggle. “Ah! Darling, please, how can I keep up a decent conversation like this?” he chuckled, touching his forehead to the bridge of her nose.
Turning back to the Khajiit, he grinned. “My gratitude, sera, for rescuing me from your great beast.” He flicked open the leather cover of his flask with a thumbnail, a well-practiced habit he didn’t need to look down for. “I know what you mean, though, about the sad brevity of good horses. You can never seem to keep the good ones long enough, I find. My grey, Sildayn, I had only fourteen years. But that was, oh… Must have been thirty years before, or so.”
He pulled loose the cork and paused, staring at the Khajiit with vague dismay. “Saints, I must beg your pardon, I haven’t even asked your name,” he muttered. “Rambling on without even so much as an introduction, you must think me completely mannerless.” He reached under the mare’s neck to offer the Khajiit his hand, wincing apologetically. “I do get away from myself sometimes. Indoril Moraelyn Ithren, sera, ‘tis a pleasure to meet you.”
The Khajiit laughed, a cheerful, lighthearted sound that piqued Ghost’s interest, responding by bumping the Khajiit’s jaw with her nose, huffing a gust of air into his fur as he reached out to give the stranger’s hand a shake.
“<J’hasi, and a pleasure to meet you as well! This is Ghost, Ghost, Moraelyn.>” he said with a grin, gesturing to the mare and the mer as if introducing them to each other. Ghost looked at the Dunmer but a moment before she snorted, seeming a little annoyed that there were no treats for her. Well, there were, but she was unfairly kept from them. She whisked her tail impatiently behind her before taking a step forward, attempting to lip at J’hasi’s drink. The Khajiit giggled, putting a hand out to hold her at bay as he picked up his tankard to take another drink, attention back to Moraelyn.
“<S’not entirely your fault, anyway, I got so caught up with talking with you I forgot my own manners. I suppose that’s a good thing, though, giving your name to someone who may actually remember it. Or remembers to give it back.>” he teased, tail curling at the tip before taking a swig.
Collector’s Edition – Ma’Zarabi/J’hasi
the-feline-curator:
In the throes of another sleep-scream beside the cavern’s spring, the twisting and turning Khajiit was oblivious to the sound of soft snorting and breathing echoing through the entrance of their home. Eli, however, was vigilant as always. A quiet rumble left his chest as he rose to his feet from the spot beside his companion.
The main section of the cavern welcomed J’hasi with a surprising warmth and slight humidity; the sight of lush greenery a stark contrast to the bitter cold outside. Crudely-crafted bookcases and displays housed objects of varying worth, from rows of books to sets of gems – and a strange Dwemer contraption surrounded by stones on a stump – all gave off the clear message that somebody lived here, and was a huge hoarder.
Smokey-black fur and yellow eyes hid amongst the shadows cast by overhangs and trees, watching the black, robed feline as he entered. Eli’s hackles rose somewhat at the scent that invaded his nose, but he watched and waited for the intruder’s next move.
J’hasi pulled down his scarf, awestruck by the sight of the cavern.
Massive pines stretched from the ground up to the rocky ceiling, reaching up for more of the sunlight streaming through the holes in the mountainside. Snowflakes and water vapor misted about the openings, softening the light coming in and dancing about with the bits and eddies of wind that managed to slip inside. The rush of water as it poured from an underground stream into the cave, crashing down into the small pond peacefully rippling away nearly drowned out the calls of birds and wildlife that called the place home. The massive scarp of rock in the center covered in mosses and vines, the scents of pine and plant, fresh water and cold…
…and then confusion replaced wonder when he looked down and found bookshelves filled with all manner of items, from what looked like junk, to valuable gems, tomes, artifacts of varying quality and worth, some clearly Dwemeri… The Khajiit frowned, tail tip ticking back and forth for a moment before cautiously approaching.
Maybe the tome was in this collection of…junk? How Urag knew about it, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. At the very least, he could pick through some of this stuff and see if it was worth the weight of carrying back to town. J’hasi slipped a book off its shelf and scanned the title before cracking it open, ears pricking as he flicked through the first few pages.
boarchasers:
Trond’s face softened from suspicion at Ghost’s antics to pride, puffing out his chest. It wasn’t the sort of information he usually chose to share, for fear that somebody with a grudge against guardsmen might use it to their advantage, but with the festive atmosphere there didn’t seem any harm in admitting the connection.
‘Aye, that’s her. Joldi’s her name. You won’t find a better baker in Skyrim, if I do say so myself.’ In a rare bout of magnanimity, and with the taste of J’hasi’s shared mead still on his tongue, he added, ‘Tell her I sent you. Might give you a discount.’
The Khajiit giggled, both from drink and Ghost’s breath puffing on his ear.
“Alright, I will. Hopefully she has more of those uh… I forgot what they were called…” J’hasi paused, trying to remember before shrugging it off. He’d know what they looked like. Or how they smelled. Or tasted… Something. Ghost huffed dejectedly, certain that any hope of possible treats had dashed away. The Khajiit patted her neck, smiling up at the mare.
“Ah well. M’sure that most of what she’s got is good, if your guardsmanship skills are required. Proper security for the quality of goods and all that.”
J.R.R. Tolkien quotes
- “All that is gold does not glitter. Not all those who wander are lost.”
“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”
“There is some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for.”
“Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.”
“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”
“Deserves it! I daresay he does. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends.”
“I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.”
“Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?”
“I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things.”
“Courage is found in unlikely places.”
“It’s the job that’s never started as takes longest to finish.”
“May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.”
“Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars.”
“A man that flies from his fear may find that he has only taken a shortcut to meet it.”
“I warn you, if you bore me, I shall take my revenge.”
“In this hour, I do not believe that any darkness will endure.”
“It is not the strength of the body that counts, but the strength of the spirit.”
“The world is full enough of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them.”
“If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. ”
“I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.”
“It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.”
“You have nice manners for a thief and a liar.“
“It is useless to meet revenge with revenge; it will heal nothing.”
“Yes, I am here. And you are lucky to be here too after all the absurd things you’ve done since you left home.”
“Pay heed to the tales of old wives. It may well be that they alone keep in memory what it was once needful for the wise to know.”
“It is perilous to study too deeply the arts of the Enemy, for good or for ill.”
“I wished to be loved by another, but I desire no man’s pity.”
“The whole thing is quite hopeless, so it’s no good worrying about tomorrow. It probably won’t come.”
“Sorry! I don’t want any adventures, thank you. Not Today. Good morning! But please come to tea -any time you like! Why not tomorrow? Good bye!”
“How do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back.”
“A red sun rises. Blood has been spilled this night.”
- “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”
“I may be a burglar…but I’m an honest one, I hope, more or less.”
“For victory is victory, however small, nor is its worth only from what follows from it.”
“I have passed through fire and deep water, since we parted. I have forgotten much that I thought I knew, and learned again much that I had forgotten.”
“Why must you speak your thoughts? Silence, if fair words stick in your throat, would serve all our ends better.”
“If you sit on the doorstep long enough, I daresay you will think of something”
- “There’s some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for.”
“On their deathbed men will speak true, they say.”
😡 : Worst role play-related encounter and what advice you would give to others to avoid similar situations?
✌ : Fondest role-play memory, between muses?
✿ : Fondest role-play memory, between muns?
웃 : An existing character you’ve played in the past that you miss?
ツ : An OC you created that you are proud of?
유 : A role-play related instance that you regret/are ashamed/not proud of?
♂ : Do you have a role-play/writing routine? If so, what is it?
♀ : A trope you catch yourself falling back too often?
☿ : A trope you dislike?
✍ : Offer 3-5 tips on how to get other role players started on interacting with your muse.
✉ : On average, how long does it take you to write a reply that you’re pleased with?
❅ : Advice to non-role play blogs that want to get started?
✔ : What drew you to the character you currently play? What types of characters are you generally drawn to?
☯ : Greatest challenge to writing your character?
✘ : Any head canons you’d like to imply on you character but know they wouldn’t fit?
✯ : A head canon someone else has inspired you to adopt?
➳ : Do you prefer writing on your own, on tumblr/a forum, or on an IM platform? Why?
▲ : What sort of information do you like to see on someone’s role play page that helps you determine whether or not you would want to write with them?
▼ : Are there popular head canons for your character that you disagree with? Why?
♫ : Are there parts of your own personality that you reflect onto your character? How do they work?
❤ : What are some role-plays that you have done/are doing that you particularly enjoy and wish to share with your followers?
✈ : What do you think is your reputation in your role-play community?
⌘ : Where do you get some of your inspirations for plots/head canons? Offer an example, if possible.
ღ : What sorts of plots/characters/scenes do you have the most difficulty writing, and why?
☂ : Spread some love: mention someone you’ve met that has influenced you or your writing in a positive way, and explain how.
reblog this if you’re an indie roleplaying blog with both an LGBTQIA+ mun and LGBTQIA+ muse(s).
i’m trying to get an idea of how large portion of the indie rp community consists of queer muses being written and represented by queer people themselves. allies, don’t interact.
[Tryna learn how to properly draw J’hasi aka HOW THE FUCK DO I TRIANGLE]
[A thing that just occurred to me: why tf is there not a hair color slider for Khajiit manes in Oblivion???]
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