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Imagine: Berk and Rinea, married, they have a daughter who everyone thinks takes after her mother but that child has such a foul mouth like her father.

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So anyways, I had a thought regarding the whole ‘Berkut joining the Deliverance’ and it’s not a good thought but it was pretty much “what if Alm hands Berkut the throne ‘cause he doesn’t want it”.

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All the starter sentences I could find, alphabetized.

"Are you crazy?”

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"Are you sure they won’t find out?”

"Are you sure this is legal?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?"

"Be mine."

"Do I know you?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you remember this?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Don’t go."

"Don’t let me die"

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"Don’t you dare."

"Explain yourself."

"For you, I would _____"

"Give it back."

"Give me another chance."

"Have you ever even done this before?"

"How drunk are you right now?"

"I already regret this."

"I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"I can’t do this anymore."

"I can’t even look at you."

"I could kill you!"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I didn’t do it.""

"I didn’t know you could do that."

"I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you."

"I have to go."

"I just want to cuddle."

"I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you."

"I miss you so very much."

"I missed you."

"I need a drink."

"I need a hug."

"I never really loved you."

"I owe you."

"I think I broke it."

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you."

"I want to be yours."

"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."

"I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying."

"I’m going to be sick."

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?"

"It was me"

"It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes."

"Just go."

"Just leave me alone."

"Just let me die."

"Just relax."

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Kiss me you idiot."

"Kiss me."

"Make me."

"Marry me?"

"My Parents don’t know"

"My parents know.""

"Never again."

"Nh, don’t be so rough!"

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!"

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"Shut up and listen."

"Take responsibility."

"That isn’t mine."

"That looked easier on TV."

"That sounds painful."

"That was a bad plan."

"That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar."

"This stays between us."

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"We need to talk."

"We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected."

"What are we doing here?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"What are you touching?"

"What are you?"

"What do you need?"

"What happened to you?"

"What have I done this time?"

"What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"What were you thinking?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?"

"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!"

"You coward."

"You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!"

"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!"

"You mean everything to me."

"You owe me."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"You’re all out of ____."

"You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me."

"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"

"You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.""

"You’re under arrest."

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Wholly unperturbed by his seething tone as she works, Inshel does not respond to his comment, focused instead on her work. One small hand cups his bicep and holds it gently, yet firmly still at eye level, the other hand carefully pressing salve that acts as antiseptic to the edges of said cut. Tempest hue’d eyes are steady, determined, whereas such a sharp tone would normally have the markings on her skin stuttering and her rapidly spitting out apologies before backing away.

The hand holding gauze drops to her lap, and the cyan glow she exudes flares up and both small hands curl carefully over the wound on his arm. A soft, magical tinkling, like distant wind chimes, fills the air, and soothing warmth overtakes the wound. Flesh stitches back together under her touch, and then her hands are instead rolling his sleeve back down over perfectly unmarred skin.

“There! Thank you for holding still, milord. Please don’t hesitate to let me know if for some reason it still causes you any discomfort. Not to imply you are unskilled enough to take multiple blows, highness, but you’re not harboring any other hurts are you? The battle today was…chaotic, at best.”

Hands falling to her lap, her head inclines slightly to the side, a small and somewhat tired little smile directed his way. Apparently, Berkut’s harsh words and tone have left the cleric utterly unmoved.

The prince is by all means taken aback by the way she responds not. His lips stay pulled in that hard frown, watching her continue on with her work like there'd been no prior sting in his arm. As if she hadn't hurt him in her act of healing. Brown eyes narrow further, scrutinizing as Berkut continues to observe the cleric.

Part of him wants to rip his arm from her grasp and take care of the wound himself. Another voice in his head says "Remain still," and he takes to listening to the more reasonable option here. After all, he need not the wound opening with a sudden movement.

Did he have to worry about that? No. Not now. She places her hands over the laceration, careful as she grips and the prince near flinches from the warmth that comes with that bluish glow. Was this... what healing magic was like? Was it supposed to look and feel this way? If you took a look at his face, you'd see the scowl disappear, brows raising and lips parted in a slight "o" from awe. He never was one to sit with a cleric, to have his wounds vanish so easily through the use of magic and blessings. Yet... he can't say it was too bad. The warmth is welcoming, and the way his flesh closes from its open seams... Remarkable.

Not that the prince would ever admit such.

"..." Silence is his response, watch the fingers of his opposite hand twitch with a want to pull his sleeve up and admire his healed limb. Her words almost fall unnoticed when her hands pull away and he has to remind himself someone is there and dark eyes glance up to look at her face and the smile she gives.

Odd. She still hasn't reacted to the way he spit at her.

"... Suppose I should thank you for attending to my wound," He speaks, gaze turning away to glance back at his arm. How strange such a fascination has him, gloved hand lifting to press fingers to his bicep, "And no, to answer your question. I am not hiding further injury, though if I were, surely I'd be... forced to show you those as well." A snide tone in his voice, teeth clicking together with a tch as Berkut looks back to her. The ire that glinted in his eyes is gone.

"You reacted not to how I snapped at you. Why?"

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There is worry in how she keeps her gaze down, away from him as he stays settled in his seat. He wants to ask, to pry from her an answer as to why. Why did she look down? His head inclines slightly, tipping to favor one side as he glances at his beloved, gloved fingers stroking gently through locks of her light hair.

Her words were barely caught. They're enough to get him to chuff a laugh.

"You were?" Expressive are his brows as they lift with the question, a hand reaching over to place his palm ontop of the noble's tinier hands. Gently, a thumb strokes over the back of her hand and he wishes his gloves were off. If only to smooth his fingers over the soft flesh of her hands. Ah. He presses that thought away, bringing his attention back to the woman just as her gaze lifts up.

Their eyes meet in the mirror for a moment and she's shying away once more. He couldn't help  but wonder if he had done something. 

... Had he?

"But?" The word leaves Berkut's lips, brow furrowing in slight confusion when her words die off, "What is it, Rinea? If something is the matter, you can tell me, can't you?"

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“I have heard,” He starts out as the prince approaches the paladin, head tilted slightly with his gait, “That you are a general yourself; is that correct to assume?” A lift of a thin brow is given, a hand resting upon his hip when he halts his steps. There’s nothing subtle in the way that his eyes rove over the man before him, taking in ever feature of him from the red of his hair and eyes to his build.

Needless to say, Berkut has a curiosity about this man and he was going to sate it. The hand not on his hip extends forward, a gesture in greeting as he waits for gloved palm to be taken.

“Prince Berkut of Rigel, should you be curious as to who I am.”

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{ I love your Berkut~! You're doing such an amazing job with his portrayal and I absolutely love your writing. Also, you seem like a really cool mun. Keep being awesome! ♡♡ }

Awh, shucks. Glad to hear it (admittedly I think I’m blushing from being told my writing’s loved ashda) and thanks a lot!!

Tell Whisper how he’s doing so far!

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{sTICKS LEGY OUT!! WE'VE ONLY SPOKEN A BIT BUT SO FAR wow. I love your formatting and your writing and berkut is??? so good. CAN'T WAIT TO GET TO KNOW YOU AND YOUR STYLE BETTER?}

That actually makes me happy to hear that you like what I’m doing so far. But same to you too, Bunny!

Tell Whisper how he’s doing so far!

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Anonymously (or not) tell me how my portrayal is!

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Okay things to do today:

1) the four? four starters I owe still 2) replies to the two asks I sent to @qleipnir  3) replies to the two threads I got

just a reminder to myself.

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You are a lion, strong and prideful. Commoners are lambs, weak and reliant. But she is neither. Too high to walk among lambs, too low to keep her head high to be a lioness. Yet you met, fell in love then and there. The world you know as ideal, the one you put everything into to make a reality where you make Rigel a land beyond the gods, you wanted to give her that life as well. It was more than an ideal to you, it's the highest honor, isn't it? No, it's more than that. (1/3)

She who wasn’t accepted by commoners as one of them, casted aside and looked down on by nobility. You wanted to give her a happiness that reached the heavens and more. But she only wanted to be by your side. Not the grandeur. Not the burden of the crown, not the eyes piercing her if she was sitting by your side at the throne. Not the rumors and lies. She only wanted to live quietly with you. To grow old with you and dance the night away. To show you life beyond the castle’s cruel walls. (2/3)

But how could she refuse? How could she voice her own thoughts, her own wishes. You are the nephew of the emperor, Rigelian royalty and she is low nobility. That’s all she ever wanted though, since that day you danced together.(3/3)

Nostrils flare slightly with a heavy breath. It's hot and hard, shoulders squaring from a sort of feeling that starts to bubble in his stomach. What it is, the prince isn't sure but he stays silent for a time. Waiting for words to be finished so his own mouth can open and a retort can be shot. Yet he finds himself slightly petrified in stance and in words, eyes slightly wider than their usually narrowed state.

     You met, fell in love then and there.

It's true. That much Berkut will admit. Rinea was a goddess among men, her smile belonging to that of something... ethereal. He was certain of that. The prince was more than certain that Rinea was the one he wanted to give his life to, spend the rest of his days with. He feels his heart beat quicken.

     The world you know as ideal, the one      you put everything into to make a reality      where you make Rigel a land beyond the      gods, you wanted to give her that life as      well.

He did. Absolutely he did. If he was to make her his empress, he would not hesitate in creating the world he wanted. A world beyond gods and their meddling with humans... His stomach twists. The disgust is prominent in his mouth: a taste he wishes he could vomit and be done with. But even if he could, even if he did, the feeling would remain there. The unease that wracks his belly with the words he listens to. It's revolting.

     You wanted to give her a happiness that      reached the heavens and more.

It's as if his entire being is being laid out before him. His plans for his future, for Rinea's future. Valentia's. It was all being told to him and he hated hearing it from a voice that wasn't his own but it's true. He wanted nothing more than his beloved's happiness. Nothing more than to see her smile, to have her hand laid soft and light in his own, to carry her swiftly and gentle across a ballroom floor with nothing but the two of them on it. He wants so much in the world for Rinea but the sickening feeling in his stomach persists.

     But she only wanted to be by your side.

What's the problem in that? He knows that. He understands that well. His stomach hurts.

     Not the grandeur.

     Not the burden of the crown.

     Not the rumors and lies.

There. There it is. The reason why his stomach feels so twisted. Why his teeth clench harder together and there's a pain that shoots through his jaw. He's certain they'd crack under the pressure if he tightened his jaw anymore. Fingers curl tight against his palms, hard enough he's sure the skin straining against bone is stark white. The prince wants to speak, to say something but words catch in his throat and he cannot make a sound. His anger is silent, one that starts showing in the way his shoulders begin to shake.

It's the repulsed feeling in his stomach, he knows, but he can't help the feeling of bile in the back of his throat. The anger induced sickness that he forces down to keep his throat from burning as his lips part and no sound escapes once more. Lies. Lies, lies lies. It was all lies. It had to be.

Rinea agreed. She agreed.

     You are the nephew of the emperor,      Rigelian royalty.

"I know," He manages to choke out.

     And she is low nobility.

"I know!" He shouts and his voice is echoed with the way his arm lashes out, metal ringing when it hits the wall beside him. His fingers squeeze harder, knuckles burning from the pressure added against his hand. A growl is made, free hand coming to cup his face, ring finger and thumb gripping against the corners of his eyes.

     That’s all she ever wanted though, since      that day you danced together.

"Shut up," He's shaking, "Shut up!" Another pound of his fist against the wall, teeth clenching harder and there's that pain again. The seething rage bubbles in him, makes his stomach twist harder and he swallows hard to keep the burn back.

"You... Don't make me laugh. Who are you to claim any of this? Shut up! You know not a damn thing!" Dark eyes peek through his fingers, face contorted in an amalgam of ire and revulsion, "Lies! It's all lies! You won't fool me! If she... if she had any of those thoughts, she would tell me," Wouldn't she? "So know your damn place, before I show you it."

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                 'Grand Heroes’ were different. Arvis was by no means a fool; he’d learnt early on that those who had joined the Order of Heroes by being torn asunder from one of Veronica’s contracts instead of being summoned directly weren’t typically seen in quite the same light as those the Summoner brought in themselves. It seemed that, for the most part, they all had terribly daunting personalities or harrowing reputations, and it kept the regular ‘Heroes’ at a distance. That was just fine; the duke had never been the sort to mingle with many people on a personal basis separated from work. It meant he could sequester himself away within Askr’s impressive libraries and disappear into the archives. So long as he could spend his time in the company of books, surely he could—

                                                                    Berkut?

                  “… Emperor Arvis of Grannvale.”

                  The dark haired man had emerged out of seemingly nowhere, materialising from within a passing crowd while he hadn’t been paying his environment any attention. Arvis took the prince’s offered hand and gave it a firm shake, though not without a pointedly scrutinising eye.

                  "I served previously as captain of the royal guard prior to coming into office, so I have ample military experience. I could say the same of you, if I’m not mistaken; you move during combat like a man long accustomed to it.”

Berkut knows well the look in the other's eye. It's a gaze he himself wears time and again around those he finds... skeptic. Truthfully, he's all sort of reason to look at the general in such a manner, but he knows well they are both two of the same. In terms of being 'Grand Heroes' as they're called.

"Emperor, hm? A pleasure," A hard earned title if anything. Gloved fingers twitch just so. Perhaps he is a little jealous.

The grip on his hand is firm, as is the shaked greeting. A flash of curiosity finds itself in the prince's eye, brows giving a slight raise in response to what he's told. Arvis truly is a man to be admired, a simple muse to himself. It was clear that there was a mighty prowess the man possessed but being told the specifics... that only garners further interest from the prince.

He wants to know, to hear more.

"I hadn't the slightest idea. It's remarkable, how you've risen. Exemplary," Listen as he speaks with earnest, respect prominent in his words, "Though, it is unexpected you'd observe me. I'm... flattered," His ego speaks, chest puffed slightly as gloved fingers touch against his breast plate. No, there shouldn't be overwhelming pride in this conversation.

Tone it down, Berkut, lest you draw attention of a kind you not need. A positive image is wanted, not one of a boasting royal. 

A soft breath leaves him. Watch his features soften before he continues speaking once more.

"Perhaps I am a little too used to battle, but that's what comes with being a general. Despite my title and blood, I've reasons for fighting at the front. After all, I've to put what knowledge of strategic and tactical prowess I possess somewhere, hm?"

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Normally, the sight of the prince sitting beside a cleric would be nonexistent. Should he be wounded, he would hide it. Take care of himself with no fuss to be made, as the Rigelian heir refused to let anyone touch him, tend to him unless it were his beloved. But look at him now, chin pressed against gloved palm as he faces away from the woman who is cleansing a deep cut on his arm (who knew a sword would break the bracer on his limb?).

A wince changes his expression, dark eyes snapping to the side to glare at the woman.

“Be careful!” The words are hissed through his teeth, lips pulled in a hard frown, “I’d rather be relieved of this pain, than put further in it. So do your job correctly.”

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“You,” There’s an attempt to sound not so accusatory as the prince approaches the princess, metallic boots ringing with each step, “I remember you.” Odd, how could he remember her, one would think. But if that question were asked, well, he doesn’t waste time in continuing what he means, a slight tilt of his head as an almost thankful looks appears on his face. Almost.

“That... contract I was under, was it? You were there with your allies in that fight. Suppose I should thank you for breaking me from that... bond.”

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journalofthememes:

Make them angry, scare them, or make them sad. Give them a shock or brighten their day. Fluster or frustrate or infuriate, it’s your call. 

Bonus points if you know my character well enough to know how to get a strong reaction with as few words as possible.

With one ask, try to elicit a strong emotional response from my muse

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Hm.

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qleipnir:

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