therunawayscamp:

There was a certain attitude common to all guardsmen across Tamriel, or any other continent, for that matter. They all had the Stance, the way of standing to attention while somehow still slouching, and the Walk, the rolling gait which could keep a person moving through a whole night shift. They eyed up potential criminal scum in the same way. They all knew how to look like they were running in hot pursuit and yet somehow, mysteriously, never manage to catch up with the heavily armed mer disappearing around a corner.

And they all reacted the same way when approached by a citizen right when things looked calm. Citizens were never good news. They often turned out to be criminals in disguise, and they always expected the guards, most unfairly, to do their job.

The guardsman on the right of the door eyed J’hasi with unfettered suspicion. Plenty of Dunmer had been slinking back and forth since they locked up a load the ship which had docked that morning. It was hard to say, in the eyes of a Nord, whether being bothered by a Khajiit instead was an improvement or not. The other guard, a young woman, sighed, glanced in the direction of the nearest inn, and said,

‘Aye? What do you need?’

J’hasi faked a shiver, enough to hopefully convince the guard that he wasn’t covering his face for any other reason than sheer cold.

“I’m missing m’coinpurse, and me mam’s home sick with somethin’ fierce. I was on the way t’ the alchemist ‘ere in town an’ when I got to the door, it was gone! Can you please ‘elp me? I don’t think she’ll make the night without ‘er tonic.” Petty thievery wasn’t that dangerous of a job, and catching thieves seemed to be one of a guards’ favorite activities in his experience… Would they bite, though? Or just be lazy and shoo him off? He had to sweeten the deal to make sure.

“I stopped at the inn fer a bit t’ thaw out m’tail, but tha’s the last time I ‘ad t’pull out some coin.” He shivered again, his tail puffing out twice its size. A chill breeze had picked the exact moment to blow up the back of his jacket and freeze all up his spine. All the better for the facade, but still unpleasant.

boarchasers:

‘Ah, his favourite kind of crime,’ said Haaki, with a knowing nod. ‘Seriously, don’t take it personally. He’s only doing his job. He just gets a bit… overzealous, sometimes.’

Haaki considered. On the one hand, the hint of admittance that J’hasi had given the guard cause to arrest him on more than one occasion implied that he might not be the best connection a person could make, and in any case Haaki had his own personal reservations about the thought which had crossed his mind. On the other, his new acquaintance seemed friendly, and anyone who had endured Trond deserved some kind of compensation.

He made up his mind and jerked a thumb towards the Bannered Mare.

‘Can I buy you a drink to make up for it? Or one of those goods of the sweet and sugary sort, if that’s your poison. So to speak.’

The Khajiit chuckled.

“Nah, the drink’s fine. Contrary to what your brother seems to think, I haven’t much of a sweet tooth.” J’hasi’s tail curled, accompanying Haaki to the inn, relaxing a little more now that the guardsmen were either clustering around the excitement of the arrest, hoping to get some sort of credit, or trying to make themselves appear vigilant and ready while still relaxing at their posts. Either way, they were less likely to harass him now, and the offer of a drink had lightened his mood somewhat. It wasn’t often such kindness was extended by strangers, and even less often without the accompanying scent of ulterior motives hanging about them.

J’hasi held the door open for his new acquaintance, offering a lopsided smile.

“I ‘preciate the generosity, I could honestly use a stiff drink right about now. Think m’tail’s about to freeze off.”

Guilt- Aldaril/Jhasi

brothersofthedominion:

Aldaril inhaled, curling his lips inward, “…Y-… Yes n’ no.”  He took another swill of the wine, “He joined cos’ I joined, an- and– an–” His body jolted from a hiccup, “Y’ask me, he’s here cos’ he tryin’ to be somethin’ he uh– he’s tryin’ to be something he can’t— he shouldn’ be tryin’ to be. Cos’ erryone at home treats ‘im like gryphon shit. Callin’ ‘im ‘hulkynd’ or ‘ephem’ over stupid shit like brown eyes or somethin’.’”

He grimaced, hands clutching his face, he wasn’t sure talking about this kind of shit to a complete stranger was the best idea, but in his groggy mind, for once having this filth lifted off his chest felt nice… Y’know?

“I shoulda stopped ‘im, y’know? We’re th’ only thing we…– we got fer eachother, y’know what I’m sayin’? I shoulda told ‘im to go home an’ that he ain’ got no place ‘ere, but everytime he did do somethin’ right and got praised for, he lit up like fuckin’ Saturalia lights– actin’ like he ain’t ever got praised before or like tha’ was the first time he ever been accepted an I–”

He exhaled deeply, taking another gulp of wine, his arm sloppily dropping to the floor. “I ain’ got th’ heart to strip ‘im of what little acceptance he gets.”

The Khajiit’s ears flicked back, swallowing. He’d be lying if the mer’s mood wasn’t affecting his own, in fact he almost…felt bad for the guy. While he couldn’t make a lot of sense out of the details of Aldaril’s confession, it was clear he cared about his brother and felt it was his fault he turned out like…well, an arrogant Thalmor s’wit, entertaining delusions of superiority. J’hasi rubbed the side of his jaw, looking down at the worn straps of his boots, tail curling around his ankles. It was a lot to process, but once he understood the gist of it, he sighed, hunkering down and hugging his knees.

“I know arguing with a drunk isn’t all that effective, but…you really shouldn’t blame yourself. His choices are his own. His behavior is his own. No one twisted his arm into joining, and no one is twisting it for him to stay.” The Khajiit’s head barely turned, glancing at the inebriated Altmer at his side, his voice soft.

“No one is twisting yours either, from what I can tell. If…if this life, this cause isn’t one you believe in…can’t you just…leave?”

Ancano’s Fucking Bitch Fit – Ancano/Icarus/J’hasi

When out on the road, the Khajiit found that mornings typically were quiet, calm things, watching the sun rise with either quiet, sleepy incomprehension and mild awe, or groaning and pulling his blankets over his head to ease the agony of a hangover.

That was not the case in Winterhold.

Hearing others wake up in various states of mind, scrambling for clothes and books and homework before shuffling off to get a bite before class was noisy, irritating depending on who or what he could hear, and by the Hist he could hear everything in this damned hall. Even without his sensitive hearing, everything echoed and made it impossible to have a private conversation in this place.

As it was this morning, hearing the Thalmor brothers downstairs bickering about something, J’zargo striking up a conversation with a less-than-enthused Onmund, and it was just too much for his hungover mind to handle right now, pulling his blankets and furs over his head in a vain attempt to muffle the noise. It was only a few moments of silent cursing before J’hasi shoved them off of his head, groping for the water he usually set out for himself in the mornings after drinking.

The Khajiit only found a half-empty bottle of mead, hissing out a quiet curse in Jel before tipping the rest down his throat. He swiped the back of his hand over his mouth, grimacing at how godsdamned dry it was before getting up and getting ready for class.

[Looking in your art folders praying you were brave enough to have a doll of ur chara to just draw clothes on AND FINDING MANY COOL IDEAS THAT NEVER WERE FINISHED WHAT THE FUCK PAST ME]

[My apt is so clean now??? I mean I don’t have everything put away nice and stuff (it’s stuffed in my closet atm) but holy man it looks like an actual Adult lives here now.]

feed-your-inbox:

Send a word for your muse to find my muse in a certain state.

Mostly angsty stuff, but feel free to add your own.

  • Tears – Find my muse crying.
  • Rest – Find my muse sound asleep.
  • Dream – Find my muse moving in their sleep due to a dream or nightmare.
  • Bleed – Find my muse injured.
  • Drink – Find my muse drunk.
  • Collapse – Find my muse blacked-out on the ground.
  • Leaving – Find my muse dying.
  • Grave – Find my muse dead.
  • Fear – Find my muse panicking about something.
  • Hide – Find my muse hiding from something or someone.
  • Anger – Find my muse very angry.
  • Escape – Find my muse trying to run away from something or someone.
  • Toxic – Find my muse poisoned.
  • Bruise – Find my muse badly beaten up. 
  • Freeze – Find my muse trying to keep warm in the cold.
  • Battle – Find my muse in the middle of a fight with someone or something.
  • Saw – Find my muse getting a limb amputated. 
  • Cough – Find my muse coughing out blood.

arcuhnecrom-archive:

Greetings, fellow TES role-players! 

If you’ve become stuck in a rut with your muse lately, unsure of how to get them to interact with other muses, or if you’re simply bored and would like to devote your time and energy into a little project, well then, allow me to present: THE ELDER SCROLLS RP COMMUNITY AUTUMN HARVEST FESTIVAL!

What is it?

This community festival will be a one-week IC event that takes place between the 1st of Frostfall and the 7th of Frostfall! {October 1st through October 7th.} The event entails a large festival that all of the TES rp characters {both oc and canon alike} are welcome to attend! There will be food, dancing, games, contests, and other forms of entertainment all for the purposes of celebrating this year’s Autumn Harvest!

Do I have to participate?

Your muse is not obligated to attend this event, though they are highly encouraged to! There will be absolutely no discrimination on who is allowed to attend the festival! Whether your muse is good, evil, or somewhere in between, they are welcome!

How do I join?

If you decide that you would like to have your muse attend the festival, simply reblog this post. Then, at some point before the festival takes place, make a separate post with all of the details below filled out:

Guest name:

Race:

Gender:

Date: {Optional – if your muse so chooses, they can ask another muse to be their escort to the festival.}

Outfit: {Description or picture works.}

And please make sure that you tag all of your ongoing posts related to the festival with the appropriate tag: #tes autumn festival.

What sort of activities will be held at the festival?

There will be plenty of things to do at the event! At the moment, I am still coming up with ideas on what all will take place, but so far, I’ve come up with:

– a talent show

– a riddles game

– an art contest

– races {both on foot and on horseback}

– sparring

– an archery contest

If you would like to make a suggestion to add to this list, feel free to PM me!

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As of now, this is the most I can concoct for this little project. Please, if you’re interested, reblog this promo {or reblog it simply to spread the word}, and I sincerely hope that I see your muse attending the festival!

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