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Somebody Screwed Up Starters

"Care to explain yourself?"

"What were you thinking?!"

"I cannot believe you!"

"You made a big mistake."

"I’ll never forgive you for this."

"You are grounded for a month!"

"I wish I could say I was surprised."

"I should have seen this coming."

"I trusted you."

"I thought you were better than that."

"Why should I give you another chance?"

"You did what?!”

"I thought you learned your lesson last time."

"You’ve really screwed up this time."

"Don’t even bother saying you’re sorry."

"You can’t talk your way out of this one."

"Yes, I still love you."

"We’ll move past this. Somehow."

"You’re going to spend the rest of your life making this up to me."

"I think you owe somebody an apology."

"Someday we’ll look back on this and laugh."

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Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness…

Kurt Vonnegut (via wordsnquotes)

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"No worries," Cackled the Khajiit again, ear-rings jingling faintly as she laughed. "Jajolooks to be more flustered than a giant in a hotspring." The expression didn't make sense- at least, to no one but S'Tiri- though she looked at the bosmer with a gleam in her eye that hinted more than a little at a tall tail to come.

"Come, iiliten, and this one will tell you all about why she is here." Clearly the Khajiit held no regaurd as to whether the mer was dangrous or not, turning her back slightly and beckoning with one furless finger. "S'Tiri will give you some da’khe."

Indi had jogged her way up the road enough to at least scare off the annoying pickpocket that came around and liked to rummage through her things when her guard was down (basically, when she was drinking or something similar.) Although she didn’t expect to meet anyone else along the path, she still didn’t find herself startled when she looked upon a hairless khajiit standing nearby, who was addressing her openly.

Her facial expression didn’t change a whole lot, at least not from the faintly annoyed look on her face that had nothing to do with the khajiit, but she also didn’t backpedal at the other female’s appearance. It was hard to find herself surprised by appearances in Skyrim anymore. Instead, she just flipped up her hands, and gave way to a little laugh. 

"Eh, fusozay," She replied, her own common accent rather slurred, providing the fact she not only understood Ta’agra but also wasn’t the best at speaking in common as well. “They didn’t take anythin’ good though, mostly water. Decided to scare them a lil’ though; run them up the road. What’re you doin’ hanging out here all alone, eh?”

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movement and posture headcanons!

send a symbol to find out how my muse…

⋀ stands ♚ sits ☞ talks ➔ walks ♞runs ♐ fights ♫ dances ☾ sleeps ☻hugs ♦ kisses ☼ you choose!

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George Orwell, 1984

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Put a Skyrim Quote in my Ask - Get a Free Starter

We Know: My muse is sent to kill your muse, or vice versa.

Fus Roh Dah: Our muses are sent to kill a dragon, and my muse/your muse absorbs its soul. The "Dragonborn" can either know or not know that he/she had this ability.

Arrow in the Knee: One of our muses is wounded, and the other has to care for it.

Someone Stole Your Sweet Roll: Our muses are attacked by bandits, or one muse attempts to steal from the other.

Honeyed Words: My muse attempts to flirt with yours. Whether they succeed or not is up in the air...

Never Should Have Come Here: Both muses explore a cave, attack a fort, raid a giant's camp, ect., and encounter some less than friendly inhabitants.

I Am Sworn to Carry Your Burdens: Your muse is a thane, my muse is appointed his/her housecarl, and must do as he/she asks.

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+ junipergreenheart & hardbittenhearts

"You seem tired, iiliten." Grinned the Khajiit, accent thick. She lifted one hand to scratch the folds of skin beside her ears, golden rings clincking dully. "Been running?"

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+ gladiustribunus & vitabrevisbreviter

"Greetings, stranger. This one is curious as to what brings jajo to my home in the shanjijri." Murmured the Khajiit with a quick flick of her furless tail. 

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I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters (via lleran)

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+ talesofelsweyr & brokenpathways

"Come, child, siicho." Rasped S'Tiri, beckoning the stranger over with one finger before patting the ground next to her. The stream bubbled not five paces away, crystal water lapping at the bank softly. The khajiit sought solace in the sound, eyes half closed. "Fusozay var var."

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send me one for my muse's reaction

"Are we really doing this?"

"Are you doing this to upset me?"

"Friends don't look at each other like that."

"Give me a chance."

"I am not doing that."

"I can prove you wrong."

"I can show you the world."

"I did a bad thing."

"I don't want to love you, but I do."

"I missed you."

"I regret last night."

"I think we can pull through."

"I think you need to get in my bed. Now."

"I thought you were gone forever."

"I want you naked. Now."

"I'm a bad person."

"I'm breaking up with you."

"I'm not who you think I am."

"I'm pregnant."

"If you and I were the only two people alive on the planet, I still wouldn't have sex you."

"Marry me?"

"Please, don't do this."

"Stop yelling at me."

"That outfit would look better on my bedroom floor."

"There is no one I hate more than you."

"This is not fair."

"This is not the time nor place."

"We are not getting a pet."

"We can't do this anymore."

"What are you doing?"

"Who do you think you are?"

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Why aren't you answering my calls?"

"You shouldn't have done that."

"You'll regret this."

"You're being inappropriate."

"You're the one person I actually trust."

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MUSE IS UNDER TRUTH SERUM FOR ONE HOUR. ASK ME ANYTHING. NOTHING IS OFF LIMITS AND EVERYTHING MUST BE ANSWERED. GO!