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𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘋𝘖𝘕'𝘛 𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘐𝘍𝘍𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌 𝘉𝘌𝘛𝘞𝘌𝘌𝘕 𝘓𝘌𝘛𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘎𝘖 & 𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎

[4zune]

4ZUNE ( REMEMBER . . . ) a selective and low activity roleplay blog of azune nayar of critical role's campaign 4. CAUGHT UP WITH EP 31.

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[4zune]

because i was talking about it with jove, and my recent p.rivate n.ightmares propaganda.

a.zune would be a thin-blood from a tzimisce sire. t.hjazi (anarch aligned brujah) found him early on in his transformation and took him under his wing. it was not entirely altruistic, a.zune has a heartbeat (the lifelike attribute) and is incredibly persuasive and could possibly turn out to be an inside man for t.hjazi in the c.amarilla or s.econd i.nquisition.

he carries the tzimisce clan bane where each day he Must sleep surrounded by his charge (in his specific case it's memories) or suffer willpower damage.

[4zune]

additional notes:

- a.zune avoids as much as possible to feed from people. his favorite hobby continues to be people watching from a distance, so that makes it harder.

- he started feeding on t.hjazi because he refused to eat and was nearing a hunger frenzy, early on when they first met. it began a blood bond that they eventually broke off once t.hjazi realised the extend of its effect.

- he’s mostly feeding on animals (and blood bags if available, he will not go out of his way to get them) after that, through he will feed on other vampires again if they’re close/he trusts them etc etc messy stuff

- he has the remarkable feature re his sunset eyes and birthmark. and he’s learned how to apply a smokey / red eyeshadow both to enhance his features and cover for when he’s crying (blood)

- he uses his blood alchemy for slightly altering his appearance at times (profane hieros gamos) mimicking to a much lower degree than those of the tzimisce clan

- primarily anarch aligned though it is not widely known, supposedly works for the camarilla to repay a favor and is instead spying for information.

[4zune]

still wips buttttt 👀 gonna try to sketch wick too today to have basic lineart plus base colors down and render when im homeeee

[4zune]

and wickkkk

[4zune]

still wips buttttt 👀 gonna try to sketch wick too today to have basic lineart plus base colors down and render when im homeeee

[4zune]

whoops @th1nblood

[4zune]

me seeing the place we go to play dnd is organizing mini campaigns for dnd and daggerheart for august/september

[4zune]

azune needs to take in a stray cat tbh. it would be great company for him. but he’d get sad about at the hours he’d leave them alone in his apartment.

[4zune]

all my muses are going to give m.aya d.avinos blood pressure by ruining all her plans. nabsksjs a.zune got j.ulien, we were talking with moss abt possibly shipping a.lba with my oc k.yra (a commoner druid/ranger in cr4) ANd we were talking with hero abt possibly v.aelus/a.ranessa

[4zune]

HOW DOES ONE EVEN DRAW A LION ??

[nat1vibe]

Aramán’s little soldier boy

[nayarazune]

Not you. Anybody but you.

[4zune]

Despite his constant overthinking on other matters, he hadn’t paused enough to think about the way Julien might receive such a gesture because otherwise he might’ve not tried it at all. But the reaction was enough to stifle any second thoughts before they even formed. The overwhelming interest and in a manner of speaking, acceptance of his abilities brought out a warmth that coloured Julien’s rosy cheeks even more on his face.

He watched his bright eyes as Julien touched his, well his own features, discovering what Azune did only a few days prior. “I recently discovered it,” he shared, almost shyly in tone even if he had no reason to. “It lasts about an hour or so, and I feel everything as I would otherwise.” Not illusion like Demodus was so successful at doing, or the magical disguises Occtis utilised, but a physical transformation.

A sudden laugh bubbled out of him, and it surprised him to the degree that his focus snapped and voice returned to his own usual sound. It’d been so long since that had felt natural and easy, drowned by everything else that was more important. He almost missed the shift in Julien’s emotions because of it. Almost being the key word, because the spell dissolved and as requested he pulled Julien into a long kiss. Breakfast and coffee all but forgotten in the presence of his love.

“It’s not the one thing,” he whispered, sunset eyes crinkling in affection and fingers squeezing his hand. “I’ll miss you and nothing will change that, but I can write to you until we see each other again.” Hopefully, one day they would be able to explore it further.

[davin0s]

The sound of Azune’s laughter was as rare as it was sweet, careless and happy, if only for a moment. It made him remember those images from the previous night, that life he still didn’t dare to even dream of, lest it vanished through his fingertips. 

Instead he lingered on the kiss, the moment, Azune’s lips and the bitterness of coffee on his tongue. His own mouth felt raw and tender from the scrape of his beard, and he enjoyed that too, knowing it would stay for him even after they parted. 

Comfortable in the nearness, he inhaled deeply, pushing the thoughts of departures and farewells from his mind, needing instead to soak in that warmth. 

“Only one hour?” he mumbled distractedly, combing his hair back with agile fingers. “I suppose it will have to do,” the same tricky fingers pinched his ear playfully. “I hope you know I’ll be exploring those talents of yours in the future, so I advise you to work on that stamina. For your own good, that is.”

For all his teasing, he tucked himself against his shoulder, a gentle touch trailing over the words tattooed on Azune’s bicep, running all the way down his forearm until their fingers interlocked. Both their scarred and calloused hands fit perfectly together, marred by their history. Shared, even in its direct opposite of each other, even without knowing it. 

“You haven’t asked,” he said then, eyes still fixed on their intertwined fingers, comfortable against the familiar warmth of Azune’s body. “Is it because you don’t need to or because you’re afraid?” Julien’s head tilted then, watching him silently for a moment. “As you said, things have changed between us… you are allowed to ask things of me, Azune. I want you to.”

[4zune]

Almost subconsciously, he leaned in to Julien’s touch, content to bask in the attention and affection. Azune was surprised how natural it felt to seek in a way that type of attention where normally he would attempt to hide from it. It was different than the commendations he received at work, purposefully trying to get Einfasen’s attention to a carefully curated mask. They hadn’t seen the flawed vulnerable man Julien got to witness yesterday… this morning… whatever time meant anymore.

“Well depends on how taxing the day is. I might be able to activate it more than once,” he mumbled at the feeling of fingers through his hair. He blinked slowly as reality set in and his smile slightly faltered as he took in the words. The touch was distracting enough to ground him from the thoughts going through his mind, and soon enough the following words brought an even more loaded question.

You are allowed to ask things of me. I want you to. The words sat heavy like a rock in his stomach. The concept was as foreign to him as cunningness appeared to be to Einfasens. “I want you to come back to me, that is all,” he confessed because anything else would be a step too far. “And to let me know if you happen to hear anything about Mayali up north.” He’d promised him a day ago—had it even been a day ago? it all felt like a lifetime in between—that they’d find Mayali and save Alba. The second had been put to motion, the first was harder to accomplish but it was worth the question.

There was a question though, he wanted to ask before they departed with a squeeze of intertwined fingers. “About before… Would- would you want me to look like someone else? Be someone else?” The words were low in tone, barely above a whisper. He wasn’t sure how hard the line was drawn, wasn’t even sure if there if it was a line he wouldn’t cross. But the coffee tasted more bitter on his tongue at the possibility of Julien wishing he were someone else. Maybe someone else from their group, maybe one of his past lovers. Maybe it really was Azune’s projection because a part of him had never left his spot in front of the mirror wondering who he really was.

[therosecleric]

azulien nation STAY IN LINE we must hold strong for the next 6 months

[4zune]

i’m feeling a bit wiped today so i’m chilling and reading and drawing. but honestly come bug me on discord for plots or just talking !!

[4zune]

private nightmares season 3 on november let’s gooooooo

[4zune]

thimbleee wip 🧚 the saga continues

[4zune]

someone did the reference i had sketched/done a first draft for a julien piece for occtis (which ofc happens it’s wasn’t like a obscure one) but now i feel weird continuing it. i probably need to find a way to differentiate it