Vasco/ @seeasunset said: ❝Say, you like cats or something? I see cat hair all over your outfit.❞

"Well yes you could say that." He shrugged, giving himself a self aware pat down, couldn't say he noticed the hair, maybe he was just used to it now. "I think like is a little bit of an understatement however.."

@seeasunset asked . . . ❝Do you celebrate New Years? I try not to because it's just another year that goes by, but I can't escape what the Nauts do. I've figured I'll ask you and see if you want to see what kind of celebration they do or see the fireworks they use.❞

❝ New Years, I felt, exists as a holiday to celebrate life itself, & surviving another year. I used to celebrate it. ❞ Just as he used to celebrate other holidays, too. But after several trauma filled years, Jin had stopped doing anything fun.

Maybe it's time he goes back to living life. Things are calmer now.

❝ But I guess I can celebrate it this year. I'd love to see what you all do for it. ❞

ships moodboard for funsies (@seeasunset)

vasco & revenelan

🗡️||: Starter for @seeasunset // vasco

Dronia sat in front of the campfire, her thoughts preoccupied by the parasite that sat idly right behind her eye. It was an uncomfortable feeling, disconcerting. She could feel it and yet it wasn't exactly painful. One other sat at the fire across from her, the elf Vasco. He was a curious sort, he didn't seem infected but he was willing to come along on a journey that didn't concern him. She wondered why that was, he had no obligation to be here. Taking a bite out of the bread that was bordering on stale, the woman quirked a brow at him.

"I never got the full story from you," she said between bites, hunger still gnawing at her belly. "Why are you so interested in journeying with us anyway? We could turn any day and yet you seem unbothered. Most people would have left us to our gruesome fates."

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you want sum ship? // accepting !!

YES BLS LUCY NEEDS MORE FRIENDS THE POOR GIRL.

Heart Lost At Sea

⚔️ For @seeasunset !⚔️

The salty caress of the sea breeze is cold against the selkie's soaked skin. What would normally be a cooling comfort feels like little more than a slap in the face after everything she's been through. Insult to injury. Salt in a wound, both figuratively and literally. She leans down to lick at the burning, bleeding cut at her shoulder and wrapped around her thick neck. It's a difficult task to manage, both because she can't reach and because it is difficult to manage while trying to keep her balance on this barely-floating driftwood.

She lets out a bark of frustration and flops down. Clumsy flippers try their best to hold onto the crumbling wood as it bobs precariously against the waves. If she could swim away, she would. But the tight netting around her tail and her injuries make that impossible. If she falls off now, she'll drown. And just when her situation doesn't look like it could get any more bleak, she spies a ship approaching in the distance.

She swallows, nervous. Was it too late to try and play dead?

♡ (for Garrus?)

Opinion Meme - [ ACCEPTING ] ;; @seeasunset :

" Interesting that my opinion would be sought. I assume you won't be OFFENDED by my honesty? Ah, who am I kidding--- you're not the delicate type. The entire universe knows that. "

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Icons only + Vasco making animal noises

Send "Icons only" and something for my muse to react to ;; @seeasunset

♡ (Sol please and thank you!)

●●●●● | ATTRACTION ●●●●○ | AFFECTION ●●●○○ | INTEREST ●●●●● | LOYALTY ●●●●● | TRUST

"I question why you're making me fill this, Vasco but here you go. Are you happy now?" Vasco should be happy that Sol at least shows him a little bit of attention, when the Constantine... I mean, the Governor is not around.

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What my muse think of yours // accepting

@seeasunset

What made you pick up Sparrow? What more do you wish to see from him??

Ask anything you'd like about my characterization or how I play my character | Accepting!

Oh geez, that was what, 9? 10 years ago now? Originally I picked him up cos he was familiar, I think. He was the easiest to pry into his mind as he was just a caricature of a 100% evil playthru and barely more than a self-insert. But over the years he grew.

I can't tell you if I wanted more threads, or if it was cos I wanted a non-oc that didn't keep dying off, but I settled on him for one reason or another. This second go around I picked him back up cos I missed rping (7 year gap between last leaving him off and picking him up) and D&D just wasn't the same. I missed the connections I had built in the RPC and wanted to make more friends thru shoving Sparrow at Situations 😂

As for what more I want to see? I think I want to expand more upon his King verse and Tyrant verse, as well as expand into dedicated verses for other fandoms. I know I've been rotating a Dragon Age verse, as well as two generic no magic verses (one for 1700's and one for modern). I unno, I wanna stretch him out like playdough and see what else I can build from him.

Thanks for the ask!

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Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

My muse(s): Sir Crocodile [ or literally any of my muses ever you should know this by now ]

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

@seeasunset sent . . . ❝Do you think the Leprechaun left these behind? Should we try to figure out how to get it back to him or whoever owns this?❞ Despite the goldish color glittering under the sunlight like treasure ready to be found, Vasco didn't seem to hold any interest in it like he normally would have with any other treasure he stumbled upon. Instead, arms crossed over his chest and goldish-brown eyes staring almost narrowly at the precious items before the two. ❝Heard these kind of things are popping up recently, fooling others into grabbing it and somehow bad things happened to them. Things they normally don't encounter.❞

Jin crouched down in front of the gold, his arms resting on his sturdy legs. It's tempting to take the gold for himself, he's sure there's enough to make him rich. But . . . Jin's morale restrained him from committing to greed. Still, he surveyed the wealth curiously as Vasco explained.

❝ I've never met a leprechaun before. ❞ It's another creature Jin wouldn't have any faith in had he not been possessed by a devil. Now ? Jin wasn't so willing to brush off the existence of anything. ❝ But if it's a trap, then nobody really wants it returned . . . they just want to lure us into some misfortune, & believe me, I'm already an unlucky person. ❞

He shook his head. ❝ I don't know if it's worth the risk.❞

“  i don’t wanna get up.  ” (Doesn't have to apply to the meme <3)

Morning After Starters (Selectively Accepting!)

Revenelan chuckled softly as her fingers gently threaded through Vasco’s hair, cradling him against her chest beneath his bed sheets. His bed, always his bed; though her clan had caught wind of the burgeoning connection between her and the sea-captain, she wasn’t ready for the torrent of questions and curiosities that would follow the revelation of their bond. Revenelan and Vasco could only steal fleeting moments together, their responsibilities pulling them in opposite directions for weeks. She wished to stretch these stolen seconds, uninterrupted and devoted solely to him.

They lingered in this embrace, a tangled web of limbs, silently basking in each other’s warmth, slipping in and out of sleep to the comforting thrum of their beating hearts. Revenelan looked down with a tender gaze, her lips curling into a content smile. From her view, all she could see of Vasco was the top of his head against her, his cheek pressed to her blackened chest. The covers were snug under his strong arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close as if she might slip away at any moment. Yet, Revenelan had no intention of leaving; she wished instead to meld into his very being, to be closer to Vasco than the depths of his own soul.

But how foolish to entertain such a love, destined to end. Revenelan stilled, her face falling. That venomous voice had returned, breathing life into the murky doubts that tainted the edges of her bliss. He is of the sea, and I am of the land. When all is said and done, would it be right to anchor him from the waters he calls home? Would he even wish to remain? Revenelan knew she was bound to the life she was born into, the role she was destined for. She could never leave her clan for such selfish desires; and Vasco...

Revenelan swallowed thickly, her head tilting to observe her lover's face, grateful that he had chosen to rest his eyes, shielding him from her doubt. She studied him—the chiseled edge of his strong jaw, the soft curve of his lips adorned by the unique vallaslin of his sea-faring tribe. She traced the straight bridge of his nose to his low brow, gingerly following the blueish tattoos that adorned his face. The reality of her dark thoughts settled in, that her time with Vasco would likely, inevitably end all too soon.

She tightened her arms around Vasco, burying her nose in the crown of his dark hair, inhaling his familiar scent of sea salt and earth.

“Let’s not, then,” Revenelan murmured into his hair, planting a kiss before she continued. “Let us stay here, close our eyes, and pretend that time has stopped around us. Just a little longer.”

❝If I can still breathe, I'm fine.❞ (@ James)

SEEASUNSET PULLED JAMES FROM THE FIRE.

The General hadn't yet come down from his adrenaline rush and it was clear in the shake of his hands and the look in his eye as he scanned the area for more Grimm. Vasco could breathe, but that didn't mean he wasn't injured.

James swallows thickly and finally tucks away Due Process in its holster, breathing still quickened. But he finally turns to face Vasco a bit more properly, kneeling down to check over the captain's wounds.

"Can you walk?" He asks, voice calmer than the rest of him. "If you can't, I'll carry you." He had no qualms with that. His brows knit and he rips part of his own sleeve to press to the wound. His coat could be repaired and replaced; Vasco wasn't replaceable.

He should've acted quicker. If he had then this would've never happened. But he could dwell on the what ifs when his love was safe and being patched up. "Keep pressure on that," James instructs, voice a bit sharper than he intends for it to be.

He couldn't lose him. He WOULDN'T lose him.

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Wanna see me ramble again?

//... lord forbid if I accidentally do a headcanon material post out of this buuuut... High Tide would absolutely throw a lot of cuss words if the show wasnt PG

The fact that people come to this blog and say that they think High Tide is a neat OC of mine just for me to flabbergast them with his debut episode is still funny and wholesome to me sbdbdnmdmd

@seeasunset said:

❝What do you do to celebrate? Any celebrations to uphold during these times? I know everyone celebrates it differently.❞ Vasco tilted his head. As if he's a cat being curious about something and ready to study, except with piercing eyes like a hawk and a calm expression. Even then, curiosity burn in those eyes of his. ❝Plus, I don't engage too much into the holidays outside the fact that the Nauts use it as an excuse to drink and party all night.❞

“well... it depends.”  zuriel answers plainly but honest. subtly apologetic of the nature of her response. she immediately realizes she is not exactly the most qualified person to reply to this question. having been brought up in a temple, zuriel is fairly educated in comparison with farmer folk and the like. but her education is not as extensive and all encompassing as to remember the holidays of every region, race and religion within faerûn.  “there are some holidays that celebrated across the continent pretty universally, i believe. but most of my celebrations come from the dalelands or my faith, so i don't celebrate a lot when i'm on this side of the continent. there is the mid-winter festival, though! different faiths celebrate deadwinter day differently, but it is something to look forward to if you waiting for feast and party.” 

misc prompts 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.