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yes triple triad and uwu killed me

its over

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𝐒.                                               𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝  / @continuatn​

“ And yet I can’t help but wonder... ” The trailing thought of their conversation at yet meets a long curious question. “ How do you think she fares as of late? ” He asks with a smile. It is hard to disregard—if even possible— the five summers spent with someone he had considered a daughter (and since has long tossed aside the term ‘daughter-figure’, as it has been far conspicuous as something entirely familial, coming from a man who has only known found family). So G’raha asks, not necessarily to take a rise in concern, but out of familiar feeling as someone who had also taken upon himself a.... Fatherly title amidst The First.

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Well… ‘Tis good to be awake!

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100 small details for kisses

whispering ''kiss me'' to your lover

wrapping your arms around your lover's neck

kisses that travel from your lover's nose to their lips

breaking the kiss but instantly pressing your lips back together

intertwining your fingers

kisses that start out gentle but grows more passionate

forehead against forehead

running your fingers through your lover's hair

unbuttoning your lover's shirt, pressed against the wall

surprise kisses, in which your lover weren't prepared for it but responds immediately

a kiss in which, ''we're late for work but let's be later''

kisses shared under a waterfall

pulling your lover closer by the waistband

kissing under the stars

messy kisses, destroying furniture trying to reach the bed

a kiss that isn't meant to happen but it does anyway

sliding your hands down your lover's chest

grabbing your lover by the collar

''if we get caught kissing we're dead but let's risk it''

hand kisses

exploring each other's lips

smiling in-between kisses

now-or-never kisses

caressing your lover's cheek

good night kisses

''i was supposed to take a shower alone but sure, jump right in''

brushing your lips together, lingering for a moment

an accidental kiss between two exes

kisses in which, we've already said goodbye but can't help stealing another one

this might be our last kiss ever so let's make it last

kitchen counter make-outs

jumping into your lover's arms

soft kisses while cuddling in bed

i missed you kisses

a kiss that leave you breathless

stopping a kiss when it gets too heated

a kiss on the cheek turns into a kiss on the lips

trailing kisses from your lover's lips to their neck

''everything is going to be okay'' kisses

kisses that start of passionate but grows more delicate

pulling away from a kiss to look at each other, then smiling as you dive in for another kiss

a kiss to celebrate an engagement

wrapping your legs around your lover's body as they lift you

a goodbye kiss, but neither of you can quite let go

''we shouldn't do this'' but they do so, anyway

a swirling reunion kiss

''i've had a terrible day at work so just kiss me''

a kiss that lasts longer than it should

tending to your lover's wound, placing a kiss on top of their head, grateful they're still alive

a goodbye kiss to say, i don't love you as much as you love me, and i'm setting you free

spinning your lover into a kiss on the dance floor

kisses in which, i can't believe this is real, but i love you so much

tucking a strand of hair behind your lover's ear

tracing your lips against the corner of your lover's mouth

light kisses scattered across your lover's face down to their collar bone

pulling your lover into your lap, making them straddle your hips

bushing your lips against your lover's, wanting to savior the moment

playful kisses, such as, ‘‘i’m not going to kiss you.’‘ ‘‘why?’‘ ‘‘because if i do, i don’t think we’re getting out of bed today.’‘

kissing your lover's wound after having bandaged them up

mistletoe kisses

surprising your lover from behind, smacking a kiss on their cheek

caressing your lover's cheek

trying to concentrate on a task, but your lover's kissing your neck, making your head spin

looking deep into your lover's eyes, before dropping your gaze to their lips

shushing your lover as they try to kiss you, telling them that tonight is all about them, not you

a kiss only meant to last a moment, but when your lips meet, you can't pull away from each other

leaning into your lover's touch, their fingers tracing down your stomach, their body pressed against yours

a tender kiss on your lover's chest

kissing your lover so gently, worried that if you pull away for just a second, they might disappear

an accidental kiss that confuses you both, but only a moment pass before you crash your lips back against each other's

lingering forehead against forehead, consumed by each other to the point of barely having strength enough to breathe

accidentally bumping noses

kissing your lover's forehead, then bending down to meet their lips

a kiss to forgive each other for an argument

standing on your tip-toes, frustrated that you can't reach your lover's lips

unrequited love that is now requited, feelings revealed with a kiss to prove it

legs wrapped around your lover's body

pushing your lover towards the bed, laying them down gently

throwing your lover over your shoulder, carrying them over to bed

crashing your lips together during an argument

kisses in which, we just broke up, but i want to kiss you one last time

whispering ''i love you'' in-between kisses

your lover pinning your arms above your head, telling you to stay quiet

trying to deny your feelings, and attraction to your lover, but you're hiding behind your lover's door with your lover on the other side, until attraction gets the best of you, and you swing it open, jumping into your lover's arms

smiling in-between kisses

reunion kisses stemming from i thought you were dead

not being able to focus on anything during a conversation because you're too busy staring at your lover's lips

kisses in which ‘i’ll kiss you right now to prove i don’t feel anything for you.’‘ but kissing each other, they prove the exact opposite

crying during a kiss, your tears mixing with your lover's

your lover pulling away from a kiss to ask you to marry them

telling your lover you want all of them tonight

grabbing hold of your lover's collar, begging them to kiss you

sliding your hands down your lover's chest, unzipping their zipper

untying your lover's tie, using it to pull your lover into a kiss

not being able to unbutton your lover's shirt because their kisses are everywhere

kissing your lover's tears away

passionately making-out against a wall

“let’s just kiss to see what it’s like,” then pulling away, lingering, going in for the second kiss

hungry kisses and ripped apart clothes

''it's always been you'' kisses

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                                                           𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐚  / @martyrka​

without a warning, cora lifts a hand up to raha’s forehead, moving a strand of red hair from his face, carefully tucking it behind his ear. & even as she moves her hand back, she says nothing; simply smiles at him, encouraging him to continue talking as he did before.

​                                                   𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝  /  𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

These walls were accustom to the echoing reverb of his voice by this point. Even without proper knowledge of the topic at hand there were always speculations, theories, remnants and bits of the seldom knowledge he does know (typically from the plethora of books he has read, from the voices he’d eavesdrop upon) that he was eager to share, regardless of the fruitfulness — and who really knows what exactly could incite a burning lightbulb in ones head had he said just the right thing and just the sliver of that domino effect falling perfectly into place was thrilling enough for him. It’d take one hell of a force to really deter him whenever he went on about anything and everything all at once, so it comes as a complete shock to him when a hand so thoughtlessly brushes his hair back. His words trail off quieter, and quieter until they were nothing short of stutters — and all he can do is blink, his mouth parted. G’raha mouths the soundless implication that he was trying to find words still left in the air, yet nothing came from it. 

Her touch was like fire and he was a moth glued to the flame. All he could do was stare until that rising heat met his face and he was burning. It takes several more blinks, the whip of his ears and the aimless shifting of his body for him to regain a semblance of composure. “ A-ahem! R-right, so, as I was.. ” Saying... saying... What was he talking about again?

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𝐒.                                                     𝐀𝐧𝐰𝐞𝐧 / @herfights​

That sharp twinge of guilt still rung its chorus within the stirs of his chest, and in that moment he scarcely found the courage to meet her eyes, to be looked at and perceived as a window laid bare in humiliation and remorse. Still, it read plainly all over him  — the meek hunch of his back, his still warm with flesh hand wringing out the crystal in his other wrist, his ears now freely perched were limp. The Exar-- G’raha Tia, read like an open book.

He sighs the worry and feels that weight turn to air and he’s convinced it alleviates him, even if nothing had really changed. It was how pained she looked when his failed plan left him beaten and battered, alive, his presentation of self-sacrifice all for naught and now he’s left with the consequence and the stinging memory of her distress. He blinks the image away and finally clears his throat of the boulder that lodged his words from coming free.

“ ‘Tis to you that I owe my most heartfelt apology, ” he starts, the soft timbre of his voice echoing off the walls of the Crystarium, “ would that there were words that sufficed more than ‘ I’m sorry ’, and yet. . .  “ He yearns for something with more meaning, more purpose, something that would rid him of this rot tangling his insides. “ My only hope is that you may forgive me for my inefficiency. ”

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞​ : 𝐉𝐚𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐪𝐚𝐢

Patience is what keeps Jahliqai at the infirmary bedside the few moons – silent, and beside himself with worry. It shows in the furrow of his brow – the way he gazes out the window to watch the sun rise or set… It’s subtle to those who know little of him, yet all the more apparent to those who do. But now, G’raha is awake – speaking of tomes and archives he’d poured over time and time again. It fills the silence Jahliqai brings with him, and today the energy within the once Exarch is almost infectious. Today, the furrow of Jahliqai’s brow is no longer there, and in the pause between ramblings, he cannot stop himself from chasing that quiet away too.

     “ You seem to be doing much better. “ (The cold body that clung to his back / the lull of dreaming eyes struggling in the wake of reality––) Jahliqai’s eye slips shut, and he hums to himself.

     “ …That’s good. “

There were several things that made this journey one of the hardest he has faced thus far. Long had he had seen through the eyes of his youth and long had he had felt what it meant to truly live as himself once more — a near century spent living as an extension of the Crystal Tower. He had forgotten what simple things had felt like, like the gnawing hunger that weighed like a bag of gravel in his stomach. Spending his energy in such simple ways was a newfound problem that had ceased to be an issue once he had sold himself to being a martyr of hope.

It was the company spent with others that made it all worth it. For a while he was bed bound until his muscles regained their strength, and amidst mountains of books and meals to tide his ever needing hunger, he found the most pleasant way to pass the time was to chat with a long admired friend.

“ Yes.. By each passing day. ”  He sits in his bed, sat upright, hands politely in his lap, a plate of fully finished food with nothing but the scraps of crumbs riddling the glass near his bedside. “ The coalescence of aether has become more stable — whilst my memories remain intact, my physical self has yet to fully accept me as ... me. ” He sounds as distant as those words sounded. G’raha regains himself. “ Not to worry, though. I’m sure with just a few more days of Tataru and Krile’s tutelage, i’ll be much and more capable of sustaining on my own. For now, however... ” He smiles at Jahliqai, “ I might need your assistance with grabbing that book right over there, labeled ‘ The Strings of Aether ’. ” Thus he points directly at the gold-trimmed book on the shelf nearby.

“ That is... If you wouldn’t mind. ”

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                                                       𝐉𝐚𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐪𝐚𝐢  / @proveidence​

" What you did, then, " comes the awed whisper – tinged with a sliver of regret while lifted by the initial admiration, " for those people... " A breath, as he recalls the sweep of panic – festered from the fear that had gripped their hearts. The loss, the overwhelming grief – the bleeding of hearts that poured in rivers. And then: the singular voice. The beacon. Hope made manifest... Jahliqai's breath sighs out much in the same manner as it had in that defining moment: a breath of relief, that they still could hold fast, and heed to despair while confronting it in that same vein. " ...I can't thank you enough. "

​                                                   𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝  /  𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

He remembers. He remembers how ash and flame dominated the air. He remembers the screams, the steel, the thunder of trees plummeting to the ground and the snaps and crunching of bone and wood alike. He remembers it all too well because this wasn’t the first time. Where beasts of darkened malice bare their red-webbed fangs, he sees naught but white brilliance and blinding light in that mirror of familiarity — and thus did that familiarity serve him well; For it was hope in the midst of darkest despair that G’raha will forever triumph.

Even still, there was something that weighed in his smile. Not once did he meet Jahliqai’s eye. His heart ached. “ ‘Twas only necessary. ” He says, plainly. Through his time on the First, he had learned much of what it meant to lead, to be a beacon unto others, to be the voice of clarity amidst chaos. It was that strength he attuned much out of inspiration of a certain hero he so admired, and in that admiration were he able to find it within himself to take another step and plunge into uncertainty again and again. Were it not for them... His fingers twitch. “ It was thanks... To a certain someone, that I was able to take that stand in the first place. ”

G’raha looks at him with a smile loosely worn and with feeling in his eyes. “ I’m going to take it upon myself to redirect that gratitude in kind to you, most especially — for being the reason I am able to stand tall here and now. Were you not my, — our purpose... I’m afraid many of us would not be here today. So, I have you to thank as well, if you’d allow it. ”

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𝐒.                                                     𝐊𝐨𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐮  / @unmeiha​

“ . . . And full well am I glad to see you unharmed. ”  And while she is earnestly capable of fending for herself, that instinct to protect, to barrel against the (former) fights favor and rush heedlessly to her aid was thoughtless — and it was that selfsame recklessness that may or may not have made a difference, but he’d like to think so, so that maybe his careless detour to make her assistance was not in vain. 

The ambush of beasts were quickly handled and at least he may rest easy knowing his troubles were addled. He exhales, relieved. “ Be that as it may... Who’s to say we’ll not face another attack. We best be better off to someplace safe — up further north, as I recall. ”

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                                                         𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧    /    @aleport​​​​

“You’re so fucking tight.” from estinien. im normal btw 🤨🤨🤨🤨

                                      𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐛 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤  /  𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒘

This was all a dream, this was all just a dream, just a… Dream come to life, and the Azure Dragoon was merciless. Neither of them were patient enough to have met a bed and opted for the reckless pin against the wall and his lips felt swollen with their haphazard kisses  — if you’d call them that at this point; It was pure lust that drove them both to press each other against one another in heat and flame and want.

G’raha was loud. Every whine, whimper, shuddered sigh, the muffled moans behind pursed lips bounced across the walls and it was so humiliating the mess that was made of him. Even as he’d bite his lip and hold the sounds that swelled in his throat, the wet noises that were fucked out of him were no more quiet than he could be, the shuffling of fabric, the sloppy noises made against his neck as Estinien bruised his flesh. His skin was hot and as Estiniens fingers pressed inside of him, he burned. They were much more sizable than his own and as he was pressed against the wall with Estinien’s hand down his pants all he could do was cling onto him and pathetically succumb to the feeling.

“G-Gods… You’re…” He swallows a big gulp of air and his back rides up against the wall with each pump into him. “ Oh… ” His legs were shaking and all he could do was moan and grip onto him. “ Gh… Mmmuh… I… I want to… ” And he was so breathless, dizzy, drunk on the feeling of Estinien fucking him and stretching him out. A hand planes down from his back and to his side, to his pants, to the button, and he grips the hem. “ I want to… ” His tongue was dry and his head made a thud against the wall behind him. He barely had the strength to tug, barely the mind to talk as his pussy was filled with his fingers and he could feel his palm hit his clit with each press into him. He was drowning.

“ To… ” G’raha slouches and it’s already too late, the heat was too much, the sound of Estinien’s low timbre against his ear, his teeth met with his neck, his hand between his legs, it was all too much, too surreal, too good to be true, and he cums into his palm and feels himself tighten around his fingers as he shivers and nearly falls into him. “ Gh–! Mnn.. haaah… ” This almost wasn’t fair, and G’raha kept that death grip on the hem of their pants as the wave of relief washed over him and turned into guilt, into… A sick need for more, and more. “ My… Apologies I … Couldn’t… Contain myself I— Oh.. Don’t… Please just… ” His own hand fights to fit into their pants, and his heart races as it slides down further in, almost hesitating to slip into that dampened heat. This all didn’t feel real at all, but it was, and G’rahas hand was wet. His head hangs as he fights for strength, and he begs, he pleads, “ keep… Going. I don’t ... want this to.... be over. Not yet. ”

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━━ ❥❥❥  @hopeunto​  :   💋 :] just one little smooch please.. a littl kiss for the road… just one little smooch                  SEND  💋  FOR A KISS ━━ accepting !!

      JOURNEY’S END, HOW FOREIGN — was this life a gift…or a burden ? a question that still lingers so firmly planted in their mind even as the wounds begin to heal from their near death battle, forming new scars to tell the tales of yet another adventure. 

      one thing remains a beacon, shining certainty upon her : her comrades, they make her life a gift despite the loss, the pain, the suffering they all endured for so long. they make the burden worthwhile && that comforts her in her soul  (  whatever life may bring, whatever toils it may throw at them, they stay strong together  ). still, their sacrifice at the edge of the universe had stained her; a scar upon her heart that emboldened every deep fear she’d held since childhood; reinforced as steel to keep them safe && by her side for as long as she might, even with the final days ended && etheirys in peace. still, the thought of separation, departing to their own goals && paths, sits ill in her depths; yet she has no rights to keep them by her side, they are free && wonderful && she ushers them forth into the world with a smile even so.

      a saccharine smile, one cast now in the direction of the miqo’te she’d come to know && care for alongside the others; the light he shines so fervidly is always a welcomed sight. && it is with ease, heights matched, that she leans in, brushing his hair aside gently with her fingers before placing a kiss upon his temple. soft, light, meaningful.

      ❝   && what of that promise to adventure together with me ? shall we fulfil it now, g’raha ? or shall we save it for another time ? oh…what an oddity it is to have so much time now.  ❞

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𝐊𝐢𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭 : 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐧

there’s a frigid chill in the air that combats the burning flames that engulf the site before them . the hours have grown late , minutes turned timeless , only the stars’ gaze pouring down on the highlighted features of their faces . taryn’s thoughts wander tirelessly  -  it seems they never stop retracing footsteps & rewriting destiny in their head . they lean their head gently ‘gainst g’raha’s shoulder & they sigh with somewhat of a dramatic flair .

                             ❛   do you think the stars dream of us too ?   ❜

The expanse of the sky had always been so out of reach. The way night had blanketed them was comforting and he often found himself staring above to witness the twinkle of the many lives that live out there — the souls that dance upon an eternal curtain. He couldn’t help but be startled at the abrupt slouch against his shoulder, his ears flick, his eyes widen, his thoughts only momentarily disrupted as he chuckles away the shock into something more soothed. 

“ T’would be remiss to assume otherwise, I’d imagine. ” He smiles. “ Whilst we sit here looking up at the sky, who’s to say whether or not the same could not be said of them looking down at us — or, in plausibility, perhaps it is them who look up to us in that same way... Were that the case then, one may surmount it all to perception. If I had anything to say about it... I’d say yes, I believe so — and for all we know... ” G’raha’s wafted with the scent of firewood. “ They’re no different than we are. ” The flames crackle and snap. The night is silent and the wind is but a fleeting breeze against the warmth bellowing before them. “ Though, only should we traverse those stars should we find ourselves cultivated in answer  — and every now and then... ‘tis best to simply dream. ”

His tongue is not best befitted to those who want mindless conversation and senseless chats. The sky still captured his eye, and he closes them at last to embellish in its company.

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good morning g’raha is bi and trans ty

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what would graha do for a klondike bar

What would he do... Would he commit the irreversible? To etch over the foundations of history into something anew? Or would he traverse unto a road less traveled by and simply buy one? Surely they’re not too expensive, much less hard to come by, however — isn’t there a sense of fulfillment in having earned this delicacy? Is that not where the joy in this comes from? What would one do for a Klondike bar and better yet! What has been done to earn one within ones own hands, he wonders.... And he wonders... How far has one gone to have been given the enrichment of sinking their teeth into this cold delight... And he asks himself, would he have done the same? Surely... Were it within his means to do so .... Or maybe...

He’s thinking too hard about it.

“ Depends on the circumstance, I’d imagine — though scarcely would I really go above and beyond for something so... ”  Minuscule, futile, something that will surely hurt his stomach later. “ Ahem, for entertainment purposes, which I'm sure this is for, and while I am no means an expert in that of parlaying a jest in turn, I think... I’d... ”  Thinking ... Thinking ... Thinking ... “ Perhaps ... Hypothetically, of course, and were I able, I’d allow myself the pleasure of having traversed the spiral of the tower alongside the Warrior of Light — ”    

And he rambles, and rambles, and relives the thought of the tale of NOAH, nearly forgetting the purpose of the question, and he goes on, and on, and on.... He is reliving his youth.

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𝐈.

                                    ❛         𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫                                          becomes him, woven into his flesh,                                             he does not walk in the light of but                                             rather is that very light — and paves                                             the path unto others, by him, by the                                             will of the tower.          ❜

Knowing full well the fruition of his ideals would long be met beyond his lifespan, he has fused with the tower and let itself fissure through the surface of his flesh and beneath it — consuming the entirety of his right hand, swallowing his neck, crevicing his face. It spills over the expanse of his chest and within him, as well as taking his heart.

As his body was meant to meet its natural end long ago, the Crystal Tower kept his body alive, letting his heart beat, letting life flow through him so long as he remains within its reach. The further he journeys from the soul of his borrowed time, he weakens, his body falling underneath the weight of himself, dizzied, feeling the tower lose its grip onto him as his heart struggles to continue.

Living in this grace, he has no need to sleep, no need to eat. It is only when he ventures further and further away does the weight of living beyond his measure catches up to him. He is merely an extension of the towers will and should he trespass beyond its reach, he will likely fall to the trivialities of all that he had sacrificed in the name of a brighter future.

+ To the touch, the fissures of crystal that stretch all throughout his body feel just as you’d expect. From the soft warmth of flesh to the abrupt cold of mineral. It is to his fortune that he does not feel it in a way that bothers him — and were he to touch you with his crystalline hand, he’d be lacking the heat of your skin, having lost all nerves and sense in the reaches of the Crystal Tower consuming him.

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FFXIV Endwalker MSQ ↳ BEYOND THE DEPTHS OF DESPAIR