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** skyrim  sentence  starters.

“  go  use  your  fancy  magic  somewhere  else.  ”

“  never  should’ve  come  here  !  ”

“  what  is  better  -  to  be  born  good,  or  to  overcome  your  evil  nature  through  great  effort  ?  ”

“  legends  don’t  burn  down  villages.  ”

“  what  in  oblivion  is  that  ?  ”

“  you’re  not  supposed  to  be  here.  ”

“  i  don't  think  there  are  warm  fires  and  friendly  faces  inside.  ”

“  i  was  once  an  adventurer  like  you.  ”

“  let  me  guess…. someone  stole  your  sweetroll.  ”

“  who  did  you  have  to  kill  to  get  that  blade  ?  ”

“  no  lollygagging  !  ”

“  that  is  one  big  hammer.  ”

“  if  i  find  your  hand  in  my  pocket,  i’ll  cut  it  off.  ”

“  i  know  who  you  are.  ”

“  perhaps  we  should  find  a  random  stranger  to  murder.  practice  does  make  perfect.  ”

“  um,  actually…  i  was  hoping  to  get  the  ring  back.  ”

“  you  reek  of  death  my  friend.  ”

“  i’m  not  a  person,  i  am  a  weapon  in  human  form.  ”

“  whoa  whoa  whoa.  watch  the  magic  !  ”

“  iron  sword  huh  ?  what  are  you  killing  ?  butterflies  ?  ”

“  if  i  had  a  sister,  i’d  sell  her  in   a  second.  ”

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                    ---   a   starter   for   @fallenecho   :

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          “ ah . . . ”   allowing tataru to have her way with him upon his waking back on the source had seemed an inevitable conclusion to his journey as   crystal exarch   , yet , now , as he feels the warmth on his cheeks   &&   the near - frantic twitch of his ears , he wonders if he should have fought a little harder against the clips that keep his vision clear of stray strands of red .    this isn’t the   first time   he’s been invited along for one of the   warrior of light’s   adventures , yet , there’s still that   flicker   of flustered excitement that arrives with the thought that   his hero   thinks of him as an equal , despite all the subterfuge   &&   tricks .   he can’t help , nor does he want to , the twist of a smile that curls along his lips   &&   eyes with such unfettered   delight   as he responds ,   “ yes , of course !   i think i can put aside my research for a bit . ”

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                     ---  a   starter   for  @dawnled​   :

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      interest :   piqued .   he’s read every piece of literature of importance to the warrior of light ; even the most casual of notes in regards to them became a tether for him to cling to in the days , weeks , years , decades that came to be his eternal existence   (   &&   prison )   on the first .   he’s read nothing on the young man that hovers at the gates of   mor dhona ,   &&   yet , he feels as if there’s something special , something extraordinary about the youth .   &&   perhaps , had the warrior of light been there to contain the historian - turned exarch - turned adventurer   &&   scion , he wouldn’t have approached the young man that exuded the same light   &&   strength of his beloved hero with such careless ease , nor would he speak with such frankness ---   &&   never mind the twinkle of curiosity that smolders in those crimson eyes of allag ,   “ ah , well met !   you appear to be a little , uh , how shall i say ---   lost ? ”

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starter call .   —

     no cap . length may vary , but generally on the shorter side . most likely      written between skirmishes !

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                  —— —   “ well… ‘tis good to be awake! ”

introducing g’raha tia , former crystal exarch , && newest member of the scions of the seventh dawn   /   no icons or graphics   /   independent && private   /   discord available upon request   /   21+ only

                                                               written by astelle !!

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G’RAHA TIA IN THE FINAL FANTASY XIV: ENDWALKER TRAILER

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starter call .   ---

     no cap . length may vary , but generally on the shorter side . most likely      written between skirmishes !

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** skyrim  sentence  starters.

“  go  use  your  fancy  magic  somewhere  else.  ”

“  never  should’ve  come  here  !  ”

“  what  is  better  -  to  be  born  good,  or  to  overcome  your  evil  nature  through  great  effort  ?  ”

“  legends  don’t  burn  down  villages.  ”

“  what  in  oblivion  is  that  ?  ”

“  you’re  not  supposed  to  be  here.  ”

“  i  don't  think  there  are  warm  fires  and  friendly  faces  inside.  ”

“  i  was  once  an  adventurer  like  you.  ”

“  let  me  guess…. someone  stole  your  sweetroll.  ”

“  who  did  you  have  to  kill  to  get  that  blade  ?  ”

“  no  lollygagging  !  ”

“  that  is  one  big  hammer.  ”

“  if  i  find  your  hand  in  my  pocket,  i’ll  cut  it  off.  ”

“  i  know  who  you  are.  ”

“  perhaps  we  should  find  a  random  stranger  to  murder.  practice  does  make  perfect.  ”

“  um,  actually…  i  was  hoping  to  get  the  ring  back.  ”

“  you  reek  of  death  my  friend.  ”

“  i’m  not  a  person,  i  am  a  weapon  in  human  form.  ”

“  whoa  whoa  whoa.  watch  the  magic  !  ”

“  iron  sword  huh  ?  what  are  you  killing  ?  butterflies  ?  ”

“  if  i  had  a  sister,  i’d  sell  her  in   a  second.  ”

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                   ------ ---   “ well... ‘tis good to be awake. ”

introducing g’raha tia , former crystal exarch , && newest member of the scions of the seventh dawn   /   no icons or graphics   /   independent && private   /   discord available upon request   /   21+ only

                                                                written by astelle !!

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ffxiv is clearly the biggest distraction ever. regardless, i will be working on revamping the blog tomorrow between relic queues. >:( i’ve neglected / avoided g’raha tia for long enough adlkjfla.

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The Adventure Zone Balance from Arc 2 Murder on the rockport limited. feel free to change gender specific words, pronouns,  whatever you like to make it fit your muse better!

❝ Again, you’re not in prison, I don’t know why I said that. ❞

❝ Ayy, caught you eyeing my gel balls. That’s what makes it extra crunchy. ❞

❝ What… are you wearing? What is—? I’m wearing my full business regalia, and you look like Little Nemo. ❞

❝ When would a murder come at an opportune time? ❞

❝ We absolutely are going to fire you out of a cannon. ❞

❝ You kinda sound like, uh, some kind of wolf-man. ❞

❝ Please put your head flush with the back of the chair so you don’t break— any of your neck bones! ❞

❝ A swamp is not a beverage. I’m just going to go ahead and cut— cut you off at the pass there. Swamps aren’t drinkable. ❞

❝ Aw, no, you got swamp jizz in your eyes! ❞

❝ Let the man smell your hand! ❞

❝ I’m just saying I’m feeling— I’m feeling you. As a buddy. As a friend. ❞

❝ This is my, my flair. We all get to wear one piece of flair on Tuesdays. ❞

❝ You won’t need a full night’s sleep. But if you’re feeling nappy, this is a place where, historically, people sleep. ❞

❝ We actually need extra pillows. I sleep with a pillow between my knees and between my elbows and behind my  head and under my feet, if I could get— ❞

❝ I’m eating hardtack. Life’s hard on the road. ❞

❝ Yes. I— a witch kissed me and cursed me so that anytime anybody yells a secret word, I have to attend to their every need, and that word is my fucking name, [speaker’s Name]. ❞

❝ Strangers aren’t strangers anymore once you’ve talked to them and learned their names. ❞

❝ The memory of my grandpa’s name died long before I was born. ❞

❝ Oh, that’s not that weird to have a train name. A name that you use only on trains. ❞

❝ I feel like this conversation is starting to take a turn for the worse, so I’m gonna head out. ❞

❝ This is a real garden I tend to myself to help me exorcise my demons. ❞

❝ I did detective good enough to see through your horseshit, so I can’t be too bad. ❞

❝ I wanna tell you a story about the time that there were three ogres, right? And then one of them punched me so hard I almost died. ❞

❝ I’m chilling, I’m almost dead! I’m gonna chill here. ❞

❝ You are impossible to talk to, and this is the worst conversation I’ve ever done. ❞

❝ I’ve found that not killing is pretty easy. I go long periods of time without killing anybody. ❞

❝ Bad news compadres, this place is magic as hell. ❞

❝ I mean, that’s a— that one’s pretty obvious but if you’re having trouble, a thing can’t live without a head. ❞

❝ I’m going to kill everyone here, and then I’m going to bring you all back to life again, and then I’m going to kill you again. ❞

❝ Meat monsters don’t go to heaven. ❞

❝ Wait a minute! I got it I got it, I got it. I got it. Okay. Listen: This is stupid. Are you ready to do something really stupid? ❞

❝ I was gonna eat ‘em as a traintime snack, but I forgot to eat ‘em in the train times. ❞

❝ Listen, kid, I’m not a magic worker, okay? Well, technically speaking, I am in fact a magic worker, but… I’m busy. ❞

❝ I can’t believe you’ve done it again. I can’t believe you’ve done this. ❞

❝ Anything your heart desires I can put it in your mouth. ❞

❝ Say no to bad dick! ❞

❝ Yeah, I’m already two-monitoring this shit, this is getting out of control, I guess I can loop my television— anyway, okay. ❞

❝ Join me in the spa! ❞

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i haven’t been on this blog in months because of real life and just a general ffxiv obsession, but i’m really planning to revamp the blog and get it off the ground this week. i’m surprised there’s anyone still following this blog, but you guys are amazing ~

(okay, lbr, i’m revamping g’raha tia’s blog and working on my oc’s blog; feral viera boy is happening and i’ve even started a placeholder character to get them caught up in the story before endwalker.)

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If there's any moment she's glad she's developed her culinarian skills, it's now - with Archon Bread fresh out of the oven, warm slices already placed upon a plate for G'raha's consumption. She's a bit timid in it, admittedly - but he'd liked it on the First, so she'd figured he might enjoy it still now. "Here you go!" / from stella & @dawnled​ (i forgot i wouldn’t know who to link this to since stella doesn’t have her own account oopsides)

     to be back on the source feels surreal, like something out of one of his endless dreams from those decades spent asleep in the crystal tower. it’s not a feeling he can shake easily, this strange feeling of being out of time, out of sorts, out of place ---   but he’ll take it over the despair of believing himself stuck on the first or the resignation of believing his death the only way to save the warrior of light.

     && she arrives, as if called by his melancholy thoughts, as he’s rotating a still stiff shoulder in its socket && adjusting the clothes provided so joyously by tataru for the hundredth, thousandth, millionth time. despite having only been asleep in this version of reality for months or years, he’s still sore ---   except that soreness reaches into body && heart && mind, all, settles there with the knowledge that his friends && allies believe him dead, a crystal statue upon a crystal tower.

     it’s for the best, he tells himself again && again. he had to die to not abandon everyone && he had to die to protect the savior of worlds. he had to.

     ‘here you go!’

     && her voice silences the cacophony within his heart, his mind. eyes of crimson, royal eyes   ---   a residue of a connection made out of a necessity, a sacrifice promised for the sake of protecting the world (&& it’s no wonder the warrior of light so often sulks at him, when he’s reminded over && over again of his own lack of belief in his own self-worth, as he throws himself to the fire at any chance given)   ---   meet stella’s, before dipping to the plate held between her precious, so precious, hands.

     “oh!” 

     surprise blisters bright in his heart at the realization the warrior of light ---   no, not simply the warrior of light, but his friend as she so often insists && reminds him   --- made him the signature dish of his youth. his cheeks warm bright with his surprise && the subsequent flustered bloom within his chest. it’s a pressure there, pulsing in time with his heart && yet, meek with the disbelief that she might think of him first, of all people. && still, she stands there before him, smiling so warmly, so shyly, her own cheeks blooming with roses && her eyes so full of hope.

     how could he ever deny her?

     “th- thank you. it looks wonderful.” 

     he’s not lying; he promised himself he wouldn’t lie to her anymore. he’s no longer the crystal exarch; his actions no longer need to be draped in subterfuge && secret plans made on his own. they’re partners && friends now. friends don’t lie to friends. it’s a concept he’s still, unfortunately, getting used to.

     g’raha tia glances from the plate held towards him, to the woman holding it in a silent question for permission to take one of the offered slices. && oh, she’s smiling, that bright smile that sets stars free in her eyes, && his heart pulses loud in his ears ---   the very same ears that flick && twitch animatedly with every little noise, every brush of cloth, every distant laugh ---   before he finally reaches out with a timidity that wouldn’t suit the crystal exarch, but certainly suits the newest scion of the seventh dawn.

     the slice of bread feels && tastes exactly as he remembered it ---   heavy && difficult to chew && pungent in all the best ways. it reminds him of his youth, of a home he hasn’t visited in hundreds of years ---

     “it is perfect.”

     && in the ultimate act of bravery, he leans over to brush a fumbling kiss to her cheek ---    it’s the scariest moment of his long, impossibly long, life; truly, he thinks, he’d rather face his death again, than to face stella, warrior of light && darkness, savior of multiple worlds, after such a presumptuous act. he feels the heat radiating from his cheeks down, down, down to his neck && collarbones; his ears flick back against his head with the tightening of his chest && throat && those blessed-cursed eyes of his focus on a spot over stella’s shoulders, as if the act will somehow help calm the sizzling, fried synapses of his brain.

     “ah, i am sorry if i overstepped...”

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starter call: these won’t be written until sunday evening, since i work thursday - saturday night (7pm-7:30am). there’s no cap && probably they’ll be at least a couple paragraphs long… because i’m long-winded and can’t do anything in a short amount of writing lmao. 

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starter call: these won’t be written until sunday evening, since i work thursday - saturday night (7pm-7:30am). there’s no cap && probably they’ll be at least a couple paragraphs long... because i’m long-winded and can’t do anything in a short amount of writing lmao. 

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starters  /  prompts taken from various game grumps’   ten minute power hour   videos .  feel free to change pronouns  /  tenses as necessary . 

“  stop throwing stuff  ,  what is wrong with you  ?!  ”

“  turn on the magic of colored lights  ,  you jerks  ”

“  there’s a warrant out for my arrest  ”

“  this is just a blob  ”

“  i’m yelling in general not at you  ”

“  what if a child ate these  ,  then they would die of glass poisoning  ”

“  how did kids do this when they were childs ?  ”

“  take your cup off the raft you animal  ”

“  how do you not know your soda trivia  ,  you dope ?  ”

“  it tastes like cough medicine but good  ”

“  i think i’m losing feeling in my right arm  ”

“  i should be in a carnival  ”

“  i got the sugar shakes  ”

“  it’s a four  ,  as in the amount of days i have left to live  ”

“  i feel so weak  ”

“  i don’t have a sense of smell anymore  ”

“  drink it you armadillo  ”

“  ew no no oh no no  —  oh that’s not bad  ”

“  it tastes like if i ate a fridge magnet  ”

“  i love MSG  —  that stands for mighty good soup  ”

“  if we could get something sharp and dangerous that would be great  ”

“  the moral of the story is you have to have a huge hat  ”

“  i’m your dad  ”

“  you need to grow up .  it’s time to grow up  ”

“  i can’t open my eye it’s glued shut  ”

“  i’m a little bumblebee  ,  bzzzzz  ”

“  who knew that eating frosting could be such great exercise ?  ”

“  great news on the friendship front :  you’re my friend  ”

“  we better call some hospitals  ”

“  i’m already so sweaty  ”

“  there’s some kind of dinosaur wearing pants  ”

“  looking at this makes me feel like i’m having a stroke  ”

“  what does arizona look like ?  ”

“  i’m here with all of my friends in a hot  ,  nasty  ,  sweaty corner  ”

“  you see a spiced up dino  ,  you want that boy to smile  ”

“  i’m not gonna pretend i’m not jealous  ”

“  dude you got a scoodily doop dee woop doop doop wah wah wah  ”

“  we don’t have the necessary amount of woops  ”

“  i don’t want a pumpkin growing in my belly  ”

“  what are you  ,  my bully from middle school ?  ”

“  pumpkins were made by god to scare children away  ”

“  he’s already dead  ”

“  i feel good about what we’ve done here today  ”

“  ooo  ,  sparkles  ”

“  i’m trying to be beautiful  ”

“  oh we’re gonna fucking die  ”

“  are we penalized for screaming ?  ”

“  we look tasty  ”

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"What does the Crystarium look like?"

          from   @dawnled​​   ;

      the crystarium. 

   there’s a pang in his chest; he reaches unconsciously for that spot above his heart && his eyelids lower, lashes hiding away that momentary ache that comes from missing friends.

   still, that smile remains. it’s a little bittersweet, that earnest expression of fondness that so often accompanies his sadness. 

         ---   ah, right!

   && just like that, g’raha tia drags himself from his introspection with a bewildered flourish of activity. his tail flicks with his sudden agitation &&, despite the smile, there’s something flustered in the way his ears tilt back sharply. fingers brush through his bangs, not quite nervously, but with the sort of tic that borders on it.

   “the crystarium?”

   curiosity casts a simple radiance in those ruby eyes that speak of age && wisdom ---   eyes that are as out of place, a creeping shadow of a time not so long ago, as they perfectly matched with the boyish energy of the newly made scion. his lips part with a question of his own for this adventurer that carries an aetherial pulse unlike that of the first or the source.

   but they’ve only just met && just as this young man named, riku, has secrets, so too, does he.

   “it is beautiful.”

   simple, lacking in his usual eloquence ---   but his mind’s drifted back to that place he called home for so, so long. his prison && their sanctuary; a fair trade, if he says so himself. he thinks of the twinkling, glittering spires, the crystalline canopies, the temperate weather that allows the merchants to stay outside all year long; && then, he thinks of the people.

   “it’s not the buildings or the towers that makes it so wonderful. those are just things... but the people are special. they’re tenacious. i’ve never seen them give up. not once. && they’re kind. without their hearts && their love && their joy, the cystarium would be no different than any other place.”

   the scion speaks with the pride of a father; there’s a subtle warmth in his eyes, a nostalgia from which he speaks with, && his smile holds none of that enigma that served him so well as the crystal exarch. genuine love, a delicate thing, clasped between his hands, && all for the people he entrusted the first to.

   his prison... but his home, too.

   “there’s nowhere quite like it.”