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Fantasy Sentence Prompts

“If you kill me I will become more dead than you can possibly imagine.”

“Magic is fucking stupid you gotta be a dork to use it.”

“If you’re in the woods in the middle of the night and you hear like a child saying ‘oh somebody please help me!’, you don’t help them! It’s not the right tone for that!”

“The only type of love I know how to show is tough love.”

“I CAST…. “Stop being mean to me”!”

“Can you two STOP MENTIONING MY CURSE?”

“Everyone says awkward things on dates.”

“Dancing in the graveyard? He’s a… necro-dancer.”

“All that effort… and yet somehow you still couldn’t win.”

“Fight me you nerd-ass punk!”

“At least try to act sophisticated when you threaten someone.”

“I once had a ouija board that just summoned bees every time you touched it.”

“Dost thou wish to engage in a duel, my good bitch?”

“Promise me you won’t fall in love with me.”

“Okay, here are the ground rules: you can punch me, kick me, pull my hair. I am a-ok being stabbed. Biting and scratching are on the table. You can use fire.”

“It haunts me. It haunts my dreams.”

“I have a lot of pent-up trauma.”

“Why does this always happen? We were just supposed to get bread.”

“I hate when flies rub their disgusting little hands together. What could you possibly be plotting? You can’t even get out the open window.”

“They are just a menace.”

“Okay, but what if I seduce the dragon?”

“I don’t have trauma. It’s all just… the wizard’s curse.”

“You come into my home uninvited and tell me how I should arrange my furniture?”

“Oh you think you’re so fancy with all your spells.”

“I may be cringe, but you’re mean. And that’s worse.”

“I’ll be honest, kitten. The amulet is driving me insane.”

“I don’t use mathematics or statistics or calculation or anything at all like that. Because I can’t do it. So I just hope for the best.”

“The mage I’m seeing gave me these hickies… turns out he’s a neck-romancer.”

“Sorry for making you fall in love with me because of my awesome vibe and kissable lips.”

“I’d love to stay and chat, but the prophecy foretold some absolute bullshit.”

“It’s important to have at least one friend who’s equally as out of touch as you are.”

“I think they lied on their resume. Like the rest of us.”

“Yeah… that’s still murder, bud.”

“Why is it always ‘hey let’s grab a cup of coffee’ and not ‘hey let’s reunite the shards before Gorlac opens the Shadow Gate.’”

“He’s got the Shadow Stone. I don’t think you understand what’s happening here.”

“I’m talking about magic. Turn you into a frog type shit.”

“You ever just want sweet, milky beans?”

“We need to talk about the fireball spell.”

“You are definitely not going to beat this man.”

“Sorry I’m late. The troll that blocks my driveway had harder riddles than usual today.”

“No ice spells. No frost spells. Look at my wrist. That’s the ice right there.”

“They reveal their HP from the jump. What the hell?”

“Do you not like joy?”

“You speak to me like you’re my friend, but I don’t see a friend when I look into your eyes.”

“I’m pretty sure that chalice is filled with human blood.”

“You don’t give bards last words. What were you thinking?”

“Let me put my tome down.”

“I fear no army.”

“Sneak into their house at 4am - which statistically speaking is the hour people are least prepared to defend themselves, and then–” 

“Since when did a staff do the work? When did the staff do the studying?”

“Door was unlocked.”

“I’m a heroine addict. I can’t get enough of strong, beautiful ladies.”

“You fireballed and found out.”

“I smell like a sweater made out of meat.”

“I might bite you but it’s worth it for the thrill of my presence.”

“I think you’re overreacting.”

“This is a crime. And I hate crime.”

“I’m a creepy little guy.”

“You can’t just collapse and die because you don’t wanna do something, buddy.”

“I know. We all wish we could do that. But we can’t. Because of society.”

“Have you seen some missing villagers?”

“There’s no way this book is cursed.”

“I feel I was denied critical, need-to-know information.”

“You ever see a tiefling get dropped and come back up? Me neither.”

“I will summon your daddy.”

“Sure it grants invisibility but it… it’s bagpipes.”

“There’s too many laws.”

“If you’re going to make a rude comment, just say it with your whole fucking chest. Own it.”

“Did you get stabbed?”

“I have to sell my soul at the crossroads at midnight.”

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“In Blackwater Woods” by Mary Oliver

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He had been getting groceries.

That’s all it was.

A walk down to the local market to pick up some things for dinner — Cheng Xiaoshi was in the mood to do some cooking, rather than take-out tonight, and needed ingredients, and there were a few other household things they needed as well, so it was a two-birds-with-one-stone sort of deal — and he saw it. A flash of light, ripping a hole through space, and from it, the spindly body of a young, blue-haired, tattooed girl, spat onto the pavement and right into oncoming traffic. He froze. The node of death could not be tampered with. But...

But this was not his first time getting groceries in this year, on this day, in this hour, in this minute. In fact, this was his third time. And not once had the sky bolted a blue girl in the middle of the road.

Luckily, everyone around them was looking at the display and not him, because if anyone were watching him, they might wonder why his first reaction to seeing a girl almost get run over was to check his watch.

17:14. He was supposed to be home in eight minutes. Cheng Xiaoshi would be waiting at the door, complaining about how long he took. Lu Guang would explain how far away the store was, and how long it took to walk. And Cheng Xiaoshi would tell him, couldn’t he be faster, when Cheng Xiaoshi was so hungry? And they would have that conversation every time, every loop, until—...

... The girl didn’t die. In fact, of everyone in the entire universe, she stopped in front of Lu Guang, and started speaking to him.

His heart convulsed in his chest as he watched her, impassively from the world’s perspective. Whatever her power was, she was being very open about it. And it was none of his business. None of his business, except...

It clearly had the power to interfere in timelines.

Could this be... what he needed?

Stone-faced, he pulled out his wallet and pulled out some yuan for the girl staring at him. “There should be something around the corner,” came his soft, steady voice. But he couldn’t let her go just like that. “But first, tell me how you appeared out of thin air.”

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Jinx is still getting used to the zap of her portal doohickey.

When she pulls the pin and a light vortex swallows her whole, it makes her feel tingly down to the very atom. She imagines this is what it must feel like to be nibbled on alive by those little minnows that darted about shallow waters, but like all the way to the bone and at 100 times the normal speed. Then with the same expediency, the space-time-continuum regurgitates her, and spits her out into the center of an unfamiliar street. It's an active metropolis by the looks of it.

"YEAAAAAAH BUDDYYYYY!" She essentially screeches, victorious as the vortex light zaps away, and she finds herself right in the trajectory an enormous auto hurtling down the street in her direction.

Jinx makes no efforts to get out of the way, shows no fear, just rabid excitement like she's taming a wild beast charging at her.

Miraculously, the driver at the wheel of the sixteen wheeler slams on the breaks. The vehicle screeches to a halt only a few centimeters away from Jinx on the hot tarmac.

"Damn. I really thought I had ya this time. Touché, universe!" with a light puff of air she flicks the bangs falling into her face, and starts walking in a random direction, ignoring the way the driver behind the giant auto-wheel is shouting at her: Crazy bitch! Where the fuck did she come from?? It's like she hopped out of thin air!

Jinx scoffed, making it to the pedestrian traffic without any more near-death experiences.

"Can you believe that guy?" she asked a random person standing by the curb, gesturing with a hand at the truck behind them. "Anyway, what's a girl gotta do to get something fried in her mouth? Got any recs? Oh, and by the way, can I borrow some currency? The hopscotch makes my extremities tingly and I'd rather not have to dine and dash for at least a couple more hours."

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“No, no, ‘course I do. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t?” He smiles sheepishly, not sure if that edge in the captain’s voice is ‘cause he’s covered in gruel or ‘cause that’s the sort of man he is. Eric won’t fault him either way, though.

Food — or, really, empty tray — abandoned, the boy bounds to his side and leads him out of the mess hall, long, easy strides, anxious chatter all the way. “I’m, uh, Eric.” And maybe Eric doesn’t say his last name, purposefully, ‘cause he doesn’t want the captain to recognize it and start acting weird. “I’m real sorry, again. I had my head in the clouds. I know that’s not right for an officer, but...” He quiets. But... what? What kind of excuse can give that’ll make up for being like... that? “I’m... still settling in.” Ah, he could just hear Grimsby now.

He looks at the man before him, so clearly afraid, and his instinct is to comfort him. Or perhaps not to comfort, seeing as that would be far too much for a room of his peers, but to reassure. The other man is young, and looking at him like he's expecting him to lose his cool, which he doesn't suppose is all that confusing, given where they are, the sort of people they're around. But Larry is, despite his faults, not a cruel person.

And it certainly didn't hurt that the man that had run into him was as handsome as he was.

"It's fine," Larry repeated, his voice a little sharp, but not in any way unkind. If anything, the sharpness brought a weariness with it, and maybe a touch of discomfort with the eyes he could feel on him. He'd more or less become used to the eyes that followed him, Captain Larry Trainor, but this scenario wasn't a comfortable one.

He thought about turning him down. He should turn him down, he knew. He should push him away and not let him walk him anywhere, especially with the amount of eyes on them. He didn't want to turn him down, though. He wanted to allow him to walk with him. But what else could he do in front of everyone? "You don't have to do that."

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Going through and editing some things on the Big Muse Page and doing a huge following of F/E blogs (because those are the muses I mostly want to write with, haha) and also hunting for Link Click blogs to write because... dies... but I am considering. Changing my URL. Thoughts are being had. Thoughts ARE being had.

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Hello all, I am adding to my rules that I do not write with people that use AI to write 🙏

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Tomorrow I’m gonna get my butt on here and officially add Karla from Fire Emblem: Blazing Blade and maybe Lu Guang from Link Click... and then I will follow people... oh yeah I’ll follow people...

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With all the authority of a practiced leader, he bids Eric to stop, in simple, succinct words. And so — he does. Eric freezes, stares at him, wide, water-colored orbs boring into him. (Oh— he’s handsome. Serious, steady, true, and... handsome.)

Eric chews on his lip, takes a step back.

“I’m... I’m real sorry, uh...” His eyes go to the pins on his collar.

Gosh, of course.

“... captain.”

People, of course, were looking. They were staring at the display Eric and the captain were putting on. (Honestly, being the center of attention he’d always been, Eric hardly noticed.)

Alright, yeah, maybe Eric didn’t want to be in the corps, in war, or whatever, but — that didn’t mean he was going to be a jerk to this guy. (Couldn’t find it within himself to be rude to a wasp, really.) “Let me, uh, walk you down to laundry, sir... since it’s my fault, ‘nd all.” He places his tray on a nearby table, straightening slowly (probably not as quickly as an officer should be, in this situation).

Maybe he should be paying more attention to where he's going, or maybe the person that's bumping into him should, but either way, he's standing here with food smeared across his shirt, his arms raised and his mouth agape. It isn't a good look for either of them.

He takes a step back, dropping his arms and resisting the urge to wipe at his shirt, knowing that it would only make the mess worse. Jesus Christ, and he doesn't even have a spare shirt. He'll have to take this home, have to do what he can with the bathroom sink in the meantime. He only hopes Sheryl will be able to fix it.

Shock subsiding, he looks at the person he's bumped into. The man, of course, because anything else comes few and far between here, and the young man at that. The poor kid looks terrified, but Larry manages to have some sympathy for him. He's sure he'd be just as upset had it been him on the other side.

But that doesn't mean he's all that thrilled to be on this side.

"Shit," Larry mutters, shooting back a curse of his own. And now he's trying to clean him, almost certainly making it worse, almost certainly making a sort of scene in the middle of everything. Drawing eyes. Drawing attention. If only his mother could see him now. "Stop, stop," he brushes the other away, not unkindly. "It's fine."

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To Do:

maybe update blog graphics?

Fiora tags

Limstella tags/add to muse list

Fiora and Limstella side picture

follow more FE blogs!

promo!

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@livedtough for larry

“O— oh—-...”

A strangled noise falls from Eric as his body collides, horribly, with that of a person that had been passing him, oppositely. Really, this past, well, while, Eric’s been preoccupied — not that he hasn’t always been — head up in the clouds, Carlotta would cluck, were she here.

This was important, he was told. This experience, this work; this was necessary for the country, and important for him, as a man, too; but, gosh, the whole idea of fighting in some war, giving away his life to violence, was a little... well... He was wrestling with it, alright? It may’ve been a bit since he’d entered the corps, but he was still struggling with the thought that this is where he was meant to be. Behind a gun, on the ground. Thrown into a—...

... Wait! He’d just knocked into someone, hadn’t he?

He refocuses; there, now covered in the gruel he’d grabbed from the mess hall, was a superior. He grimaces, cringes visibly. They have one of those stoic-looking faces, too...

“... Geez...”

The harshest curse he’d utter.

“I, uh... s—sorry, sir... I’ll, uh...” He picks up a napkin from his tray and starts dabbing at his superior’s shirt. “Let me just...”

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Hi guys; bear with me as I relaunch this blog and wash the dust off, it’s going to take a bit but I want to get writing with my friend right now so I’m going to start writing despite things being a little. Y’know. Coughs. Dusty.

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@fangsjustice​

   Today was the first day Lloyd could move again, after the death he’d nearly died on Leonie’s kitchen table. Not content to sit still, even after nearly leaving this world, he’d gone to stand in the chilling evening with Alexei, look out over their farmland. Maybe he’d just wanted a few moments to clear his head, but hadn’t been able to escape Alexei’s friendly chatter — a problem Leonie all too frequently dealt with ( not that she’d ever, of course, minded ). 

  As her son and the love of her life spoke in the fields, she rode out to do her perimeter checks, and that is where she found them. Long, dark hair, curled around snow — long clothes that still seemed thin for this weather — a pallid feature to their face. Her heart had caught in her throat, and she’d only been relieved when she thought she saw the flutter of eyes beneath eyelids. 

   They awoke some time on the ride. Leonie only noticed when she’d gone to dismount, and they stared at her, laid over her saddle. “Come on, now, darling,” she’d soothed, helping them down — and, questionless, silent, they followed her into her home. 

   A blanket was draped at their back, a cup of tea set out for them. They stared at it like it was a foreign thing, unmoving. It was then, fortune should have it, that the door opened, and in walked— 

   “Lloyd. We have a visitor. I found them in the snow. Oh! I didn’t get your name, did I, dear?” 

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wingsofilia​:

As if being flooded with scouting reports and details on some other mission weren’t enough, it seems that someone higher up the chain of command was not content with Fiora’s workload. Why else would she be suddenly asked to play at being some sort of camp morale officer? That wasn’t the exact job title, but it sure sounded that way. Supposedly there was cause to check in on some of the more unruly people within the ranks, and who best to crack that whip? Then again, was Fiora really the best choice for such a task? 

While the work grated on her, the pegasus knight was not about to turn it down. It was her duty to serve, after all. It seemed like a turn of good luck when she noticed the pink-haired cleric along her now-routine walk through the army camp. Well, now she would quickly get a sense of if she was cut out for this kind of business.

“Er-hmm!” Fiora cleared her throat to announce her arrival, before approaching her mark. In contrast to her rather stern and abrupt opening, the Ilian’s bow was rather refined and proper. Her words, too, were meant more as a probe than an accusation. “Lady Serra. How are you these days? I hope you haven’t been too rough with the new recruits. Have you?”

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   Really, in truth, Serra liked Fiora. She was proper, enough — polite — a lady, even though she’d dirty herself with warfare, would gladly prance her way into danger, would it be. The two didn’t know each other well, but what Serra did know, she liked, well enough. A bow. Calling her lady. Fiora was respectable, enough! 

   She had to remind herself of that, now, because anger was burning through her, a wildfire sparked by an innocent question.

   “Rough? Me? I’m never rough! I’m a delicate lady, you know! I don’t have it in me to be rough!” 

   Wherever was Fiora getting her information from? Surely, she should know this! Wasn’t it clear how delicate and gentle she was? 

   “What about you? You haven’t been cruel to them, have you? Besides— from my point of view, you essentially are a new recruit!” 

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for the palette challenge fire emblem's serra in #3 please? :)

I haven’t actually played the game she’s from but I use her all the time in FE Heroes so I’ve been meaning to draw her!