gg – vvardenfellcat

NAME: Alpan
GENDER: void
EYE COLOR: blue
HAIR COLOR: brown
RELATIONSHIP: Long-distance friendship pining (seriously like 90% of my friends live in Ohio now :/)
ZODIAC: Sagittarius/Monkey

FAVORITE COLOR: bright greens and oranges, dark purples, and recently dark reds
FAVORITE SEASON: fall, I get less bugs, multicolor leaves, cooler weather, Halloween, and pumpkin-flavored everything, it’s perfect
FAVORITE PLACE: outside, especially in big forests or along shorelines
FAVORITE HOLIDAY: Halloween O3O
FAVORITE VIDEO GAME(S): TES is my longstanding, but I’ve really started to like Baldur’s Gate (thanks Paige :3c)
LAST SHOW/MOVIE YOU WATCHED: ~~Home, I hadn’t seen it and I’m at my parent’s place so…~~ As of editing this now it is Stardust, but Netflix/innanet wasn’t behaving so we didn’t get to finish, though I know how it ends so *shrugs*

WHAT’S YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT YOUR MUSE?

I’ll do J’hasi (not for lack of things to say about my other muses ofc). He’s got a lot of growing up to do, lots of learning, and I don’t just mean with magic. Events I have planned for him are either gonna make or break him, for sake of his longevity I hope the former happens. When TES 6 comes out I want him there gdi. He’s a good kid, but he needs to stop being such a goddamn hermit (he’s started to make friends, I’m just impatient) and stop and smell the roses, y’know? He’s literally got all the time in the world but he’s got his head down focused on his werewolf research that he’s going to get himself cured and then find himself all alone and no one to get all excited at. He’d end up curing himself and being like ‘oh’. Not a good ending my guy. Also needs to chill.

WOULD YOU DATE YOUR MUSE?

I’d be friends with him, and we’d probably get along, but we wouldn’t date, no. I would totally date Morwaen if she asked me though I am so fucking weak.

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE KINDS OF THREADS?

I used to really like dungeon-crawling/combat/action-y threads when I started, but I’ve learned that I have a soft spot for interpersonal relationship threads too so idk. The only threads I haven’t done I think is like…super nsfw smut threads, which the most I’d do is muses smoochin’ each other up bc yup. Idk I like seeing how muses work with each other and interact, it’s fascinating to me.

ARE YOU A SELECTIVE ROLEPLAYER?

Yeah, and not without good reason. I hate not being able to finish threads, and my last blog was a nightmare of those, so no thank you to off the cuff unfinished/low-interest threads. Plus I’m more comfortable rping with ppl I know from the Shipyard, and I like to get to know people before threading with them for multiple reasons.

DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE MUSE (IF YOU HAVE MORE THAN ONE)?

I love all of them (except maybe Shadows and Drelyn) so it’s hard to pick from them. Recently I’ve had a huge soft spot for J’hasi and Soluwynn and I may or may not have been coming up with some things for Cyriandel to be tormented with, so he might move up the list of favorites, who knows. I should draw out my muses sometime because I want to talk about them but only like 1-2 ppl even know about them and it’s frustrating bc I’m excited about my dumb babies x__x

_{WHAT MADE YOU DECIDE TO JOIN THE FANDOM?}

TES fandom I’m not technically in, as I avoid the general fandom as a whole. I enjoy the things and some of my friends enjoy the thing, that’s good enough for me. Shipyard though, that’s Paige’s fault. She brought her boys here and I followed because rping was new but I was curious and DANG I AM GLAD BECAUSE WRITING WITH FRIENDS IS THE FUCKING BEST GODDAMN

DO YOU SEE YOURSELF STAYING WITH THE FANDOM FOR A LONG TIME?

TES for lyfe, I don’t think I can ever leave

TAGGING: anyone who wants to do, but it’s mandatory for @brothersofthedominion >:3

TAGGED BY: @boarchasers, they’re sneaky!

The Red Year – Giovanni/J’hasi

thatimperialbastard:

<”How long has that Cyrodiil been sitting there?”>

<”That one? Since this afternoon. Been drinking ever since.”>
<”You think it’s about time they cut him off before he does something unruly?”>
<”Rather not piss off one of the few whos been helping keeping us in check with rations. That ones been trading off whatever he’s been hunting for insanely cheap prices.”>
<”That one? You sure? I hear from the merchants he’ll spend hours bargaining and ripping off whatever poor sap he can…”>

Giovanni lifted the Mazte to his lips, ignoring the conversation not too far from him. Normal circumstances, the Imperial would have definitely gotten in their faces in his stupored condition. That was the thing though: normal. The Imperial hadn’t felt his prideful, greedy, chaotic self since the eruption.

The bottle of mazte returned to the table with the dozens of empty bottles placed aside. Scanning all the grey, thin faces crowded into the bar, he rested his head on the table, closing his eyes.

All this? His fault.

Should’ve killed that bastard when he first laid eyes on him.

Now it didn’t just cost him, it cost literally everyone who called Vvardenfell home.

A long exhale escaped his lips, rustling his dark, stray strands of hair.

…

He needed to get going. He promised Favela he would be home at a reasonable hour this time.

The Imperial pushed himself up, leaving a rather hefty sum of gold on the table for the server that had to put up with him that day.

“Thanks fer th’ shervice.” The Imperial mumbled as he passed Ra-Tesh, “’Ah’ll see I give ya whateva’ ah find t’morrow.” His arm bumped into one of the patrons, “…M’sorry-” he mumbled, turning his head before he froze.

The alcohol may have tampered with his sight, sure, but there was no mistaking the dark khajiit he had bumped. A snarl suddenly curled on his lips.

“… You…”

The reek of matze didn’t bother him much, though the Khajiit did stiffen a little at the bump, presumably an unsteady, drunken patron. But when he heard the anger in the accusatory tone, he looked up at the stranger, intending to warn them off before they’d both get thrown out…

…Azura’s blood… J’hasi’s pupils slimmed down to pinpricks, his body stiff, even too afraid to swallow as he locked eyes with the undead he’d last seen…gods how long ago had it been? He’d been too busy with his food to recognize the scent of undeath amid the confusing mess of scents that came with his wolf blood. He slid to the edge of his chair, tail puffing behind him. The vampire looked livid, was clearly drunk, and the two of them were in a well-populated bar, within an even more populated city. Ra’Tesh frowned.

“<If you must fight, take it outside. Ra’Tesh does not like the sight of blood.>” he stated matter-of-factly, raising a brow towards the younger Khajiit in questioning. J’hasi swallowed finally, garnering up a little courage. They were both in public. They wouldn’t pull anything unnatural…he hoped.

“<I don’t want to fight you.>” he stated, eyes flicking between the vampire’s and what he could use to defend himself if the undead tried to attack him here and now.

Moon-And-Stars – Giovanni/J’hasi/Shadows

thatimperialbastard:

~~DODGE CHECK: 14~~
Giovanni only had enough reaction time to brace for the lizard lunged at him through the fire. The two came crashing into the ground like a wounded dragon. The leather against his singed back had an unforgiving sting to it, but he was soon met with another sharp pain in his chest that needed his attention. But first goal was to get the damned lizard off him. Prioritizing his strength into his legs, the vampire kicked the Argonian in the stomach with the intent of sending him back over the fire; into the fire was more ideal at this rate though. He swiftly, albeit dizzily, got back up on his feet before he saw it: a dagger- uncomfortably close to his one of two imperative organs, was buried between his heart and his shoulder. He snarled, yanking the bloodied ebony dagger from his body.

Now it was his turn.

He quickly seared his eyes into those of the Khajiit, firmly reminding the beast that he hadn’t forgotten him. Bringing his attention back to the Saxhleel, his legs sprung like those of a lioness, aiming the dagger for the Argonians skull.

Shadows gasped, airless at the kick, surprised at the strength (as well as an unsettling crack somewhere inside of him) before a more pressing issue grabbed his attention. The Argonian made a strangled yelp of pain when he landed in the fire, heat against his scales for only moments before he quickly rolled off with sharp gasps. It seemed immediately after that the fucking Imperial was leaping at him, armed with his own damned dagger. He only had enough time to jerk his head back, but not enough time to completely avoid injury. Pain burned on the side of his mouth, feeling blood trickle over torn skin, nearly making him lose a scale or two as well. With the vampire so close, his throat exposed…the Saxhleel felt a very real shiver of fear.

“<J’hasi!>” he snapped, eyes flicking to see his brother there, frozen in place, eyes wide with fear and his tail puffed up to three times its usual size. Shadows snarled, grabbing for the Imperial’s throat, the other hand trying to grab the wrist that had his dagger.

“<J’hasi!>” he barked, louder, the Khajiit jolting a little before his eyes refocused on his brother, rather than stock-still, eyes locked on the undead currently mauling him. He tried to take a step forward, but his injured leg crumpled underneath him, dropping him to the dust. The most the Khajiit could do was watch, his body shaking as the edges of his vision started to get fuzzy.