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❝ you know, i never pictured myself as a hero. never thought i'd be the one they toast for saving so many lives. and now that i'm here…i hate it. ❞

Baldur's Gate Sentence Starters.

"What a ray of sunshine you are," says Phillip, just as a woman comes forth form the cheering crowd with a apple-cheeked baby in her arms. She holds it up to Bastion, tearful, in the hopes that their town's new savior might kiss the child's cheek and imbue in it some of his astounding valor.

"You can now add Witch-Slayer to your list of many names. Only this time, it won't be a false one."

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❝ there’s a steeliness to you, an unwavering tenacity in the face of, to be frank, quite dire odds. ❞

Baldur's Gate Sentence Starters.

He lets out a quiet laugh, as much as the wound pressing into his abdomen allows, anyway. The nurses take their time applying the appropriate tinctures and salves, now that the bulk of the blood had been cleaned off his chest and cheek and well... everywhere.

To his side, his sword, now a richer shade of black.

"What other attitude works in the face of dire odds?" He laughs again, though this time it's cut short as one nurse begins to stitch a deep gash along his brow. "I can't imagine singing a Basilisk to death."

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"Those birds." Naturally, the lion cub's eyes were already on the chickens. "Are you gonna eat 'em or what?"

"I had intended to raise them as my own..." says Phillip, scoffing, sarcastic, and so very not into the idea of the little cub eating the entire coop. "Besides, don't your tastes lean more... arthropodal?"

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❝ a less trusting person might think this all sounds very suspicious. ❞

Baldur's Gate Sentence Starters.

"That they would... and they would turn the other way and march along home, back to a life empty of adventure and full of... what is that folks do? Chores? Chores. And... knitting."

But not Phillip and Naveen, no! Not two knucklehead princes who seemed the poster children of that one phrase: here for a good time, not a long one.

So of course he trusts the dark, winding path towards the abandoned mansion everyone says an evil fairy lays haunt to... Or was it a mummy? A 500-year-old fortune teller?

Whatever it was, it was too thrilling to not investigate. Phillip takes a step forward, calling over his shoulder to the Maldonian in a sing-songy sort of way that did not at all match with the surrounding gloom. "Don't tell me you're starting to get afraid of some fairies."

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“ OH — i’m sorry , i — your horse looks incredibly similar to the horse of an , um . . . individual i used to know . “ from elsa ! !

"Judging by your reaction, princess," he blinks, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly. "The memory alone of that certain individual or the horse you mistook Samson here for seems to have spooked you an awful much."

Phillip dismounts, holding Samson tight by the reigns and observing the princess closely with a gentle smile. "Not thinking of a ghost or anything like that, are you?"

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You are one of my favorite writers on this entire hell site. You’re so incredibly talented. Thank you for existing

I know it's been ages but I also just wanna say this made me smile sososo much. T_T It's really nice to feel appreciated, because this blog holds soo many good memories and represented a time in my life where things were a lot more simple and full a lot of hard work and creativity and energy! Thank you for spreading kindness, I really, really appreciate it more than I can eveeeer explain!! It's kind of crazy to look back and see how much I've grown... I remember back then I would undercut any compliments or kind words that came my way because I didn't believe I deserved any of it (super low self-esteem my whole life lolol). But now I can read this and feel more appreciation rather than the pressing need to say I'm not much of anything. Ha!!! I think that's a good thing. :D

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baldur's gate 3 starters (part 1)

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❝ a less trusting person might think this all sounds very suspicious. ❞ ❝ you say all the right words, but i’m not sure you mean the right things. ❞ ❝ i know somewhere quiet. somewhere intimate. somewhere we can…indulge in each other. ❞ ❝ eugh, don’t be nice to me. it makes me want to be nice back. ❞ ❝ we needn’t be enemies. there’s plenty of those to go around already. ❞ ❝ there’s a steeliness to you, an unwavering tenacity in the face of, to be frank, quite dire odds. ❞ ❝ even the waves of fate can break upon the shores of will. ❞ ❝ i appreciate anyone that opens a conversation with threats of bodily harm. ❞ ❝ oh, you know me - ever the optimist. i’m trying to focus on the positives. ❞ ❝ i’m not easily impressed by people, but you’re stronger than i gave you credit for. ❞ ❝ there’s an air about you. something alien. ❞ ❝ loosen the grip on your pride for one blasted moment, won’t you? ❞ ❝ it’s been a long time since someone stuck their neck out for me like that. ❞ ❝ there’s something odd about this village. people skulk around like they’ve something to hide. ❞ ❝ you know, if you want to spend time with me, you only have to say so. ❞ ❝ i want to know what the world sees when it looks at me. what you see. ❞ ❝ what’s better than a devil you don’t know? a devil you do. ❞ ❝ you must know that you’re…that you’re very special to me. ❞ ❝ the gods are nothing if not vindictive in their vengeance. ❞ ❝ stay with me a while, will you? day will come all too soon. ❞ ❝ here’s my little treat with their cheeks all flushed. ❞ ❝ i am terrified. i will not claim otherwise. ❞ ❝ my apologies. i’m not quite myself yet. i had the strangest dream last night. ❞ ❝ we didn’t die today. tomorrow, perhaps. but not today. ❞ ❝ leader’s need to make tough decisions. we do what we must. ❞ ❝ i think that unknowable powers come with unknowable consequences. ❞ ❝ i’ve had a lifetime’s fill of watching little men puff themselves up with grand titles. ❞ ❝ in these times, all we can trust are the blades in our hands. ❞ ❝ it’s not easy to turn away from one you once loved. ❞ ❝ much has been promised to you, hasn’t it? but what has been taken from you? ❞ ❝ damn it all. i can do nothing right - not a damn thing. ❞ ❝ every instinct i have tells me that nothing’s changed. that i’m still just a means to an end. ❞ ❝ do not speak of a story you only know the half of. ❞ ❝ i dreamt every night that you’d come back to me. that somehow it was all a nightmare dawn would undo. ❞ ❝ when the time comes to strike, you must take it. for there may be only one chance. ❞ ❝ your eyes. there is pain, endless and deep. but also devotion - blazing like the sun. ❞ ❝ you’re adorable even when you’re teasing me. ❞ ❝ i don’t need your help, and i don’t need your pity. ❞ ❝ i’m more than what i was. and i’m not afraid of anything any more. ❞ ❝ i said exactly what i meant: i love you. you should never, never doubt that. ❞ ❝ this is all like some sort of terrible dream. but it’s real, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ there is no redemption. can’t you see? it is too late. ❞ ❝ i don’t know that it was brave. i just know that it was right. ❞ ❝ you took those bastards down like it was nothing. it…was amazing. ❞ ❝ they underestimated me. so they paid the price. ❞ ❝ we fight, we die, and we just hope that when our time comes, there is someone else to take our place. ❞ ❝ unfortunately for me, you’re my friend. rescuing you from mortal peril is my right. ❞ ❝ what did you think i was going to say? 'oh, come here, i'll kiss you better'? ❞ ❝ flowers are so overrated. they're bright, gaudy, and almost never make good poisons. ❞ ❝ i’ve been lied to, my whole life. and i was gullible enough to just believe it. ❞ ❝ you know, i never pictured myself as a hero. never thought i'd be the one they toast for saving so many lives. and now that i'm here…i hate it. ❞ ❝ you know, i feel a connection between us. like we're two souls walking the same path. ❞ ❝ the forgiving sort, are you? you should be careful. plenty would take advantage of that. ❞

❝ it’s as if god made you just to ruin me. ❞ ❝ perish the thought. every word i said was nothing less than true. ❞ ❝ you have a manner of irresistible desperation about you. i like it. ❞ ❝ i got my eye on you. you got the look of a troublemaker. ❞ ❝ i’m starting to think you’re my guardian angel. ❞ ❝ it seems you know me better than i know myself. ❞ ❝ you…you have no idea what you’ve done. ❞ ❝ they say madness and genius are separated by but a hair’s breadth. perhaps the same is true of madness and stupidity. ❞ ❝ oh, it’s you. don’t you get tired of telling people how to live their lives? ❞ ❝ good morning! thank you for not killing me the other night. ❞ ❝ when the time comes to strike, you must take it. for there may be only one chance. ❞ ❝ it is good to savour the moment of victory - but pace bg3 syourself. our fight is just beginning. ❞ ❝ i was too hasty to judge you. i thought you were witless, gutless, unimpressivably bland… ❞ ❝ yours is the first happy face i’ve seen in a good while. ❞ ❝ when hope has been whittled down to the very marrow of despair – that’s when you’ll come knocking on my door. ❞ ❝ thank you, my friend. maybe we’ll meet again, in another life. ❞ ❝ you’ll regret sticking your nose in my business. ❞

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"Quick. I need to borrow your horse."

"I refuse to treat Samson like a library book," tuts Phillip. "Go borrow one of the chickens."

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H i i i i i ii i i i i i. : )

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"...Your zebra doesn't have stripes. Why?"

Phillip gasps, covering Samson's ears immediately. He then bows his head to the little prince, straining his voice thin and low. "He has a condition. And he's awfully sensitive about it. Why, just the other day I had to console him over this very topic with thirty seven bags of carrots."

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        Now, try your best to stay calm. Brush up your Sunday salaam –                              Then come and meet his spectacular coterie!!

                             indie aladdin rper. post-trilogy + tv series. semi-selective.

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                                               𝐘𝐎𝐔 ! The destined hero 
                                                             of a charming fairy tale come true .

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solheira​.

Eight? EIGHT? She must have heard that wrong. How could she raise eight kids and run a whole kingdom and empire? Just one sounded like a handful and if this child were to carry both her blood and Phillip’s she was sure whoever it was would be a beautiful, amazing, spectacular, handful. Even as adults the parents were troublesome. Imagine a tiny little tot with curly auburn locks and sun-kissed freckles possessing their father’s foolhardiness and her irrepressible tendencies. Now imagine EIGHT.

A hand comes to her chest and clutches the pretty gold necklace she’s worn since her first trip to this kingdom. The future is a long ways away. Just get through this announcement. Smile. Be nice. Don’t make yourself a target. Remember what they told you.

“Actually your husband won that wager. It is my first but I’m sure it won’t be my last.” The curl of her lip is forced but she knows that these two would never be able to tell the difference. There is a moment somewhere in between where the awkward pause stretches for them to respectfully send-off King Hubert and she half expects them to leave then too. When they don’t, her smile falters just a tad.

“Umm,” it takes her just a little time to recover her usual demeanor. She’s looking at this all wrong. This is be the perfect time to win a few people over to her side. The more people who look at her favorably, the easier this new stage in her life will be. “I heard that His Highness Prince Phillip had a hand in your marriage? He must have seen how lovely you two are together and instinctively knew you were meant for one another. Such strong instincts are a blessing for any future king to have, wouldn’t you agree?”

“It is awwwwfully strange.” She responds with a gumption only available to those who had been handed back their words but still believes the sky was green. It could just be that her thoughts on marriage had forever been ruined by her own experience or that she truly has become just like her mother in her later years as she had always feared. “From my experiences in my travels I’ve always been bombarded with rules for this and that. Kindness and friendship are fine to give and take so long as that is the only thing given and taken.”

She holds her unsteady ground and looks around at the jolly crowd. She had loved crowds before. The mingling smells of perfume and cologne and sounds of heavy skirts sweeping the dance floor became some of her fondest memories. A boy too, with deep hooded eyes and a smile so sad it never failed to make her heart skip. He had made the crowds worth navigating then and the music worth dancing to. Her brow wrinkles once more but this time it is not the prince’s actions that had been the cause but her own reminiscing. She hadn’t thought of her almost lover in so many years and yet she feels his presence everywhere now.

“I knew a man once that would disagree, perhaps his views on love have rubbed off on me more than I could ever dare to admit,” she holds one finger up in pause, “Nuhuh! I’ve not admit nothing to you. Let’s just part ways here. I think I saw flag colors I recognize and wish to be around something more familiar.”

Another twist of her heel and yet another pause still, “May your marriage be filled with the blessings of sun, your highness. Good day.” With that, she disappeared into the crowd.

Lord and Lady Erluin exchange glances that the wisest person in the world could never make sense of. They pause, as if a silent language is shared between them, and stare back at her with large eyes, and smiles that are much too difficult to place, too. It's a talent most of the landed gentry here have--the ability to neither seem genuine nor insincere. It's a bit unsettling, really. And doubly unsettling to think how a prince of such open-hearted honesty could ever manage to keep them in check. "Indeed it is, and we could not be happier," says Maria, placing a gentle hand over her husband's. "The prince is such a romantic, bless him. It is a wonder and a pity both that his own engagement had fallen apart. Through no fault of his own, of course, but his poor Highness was in such a way about it. Broken hearted. We catch him every now and then looking toward Good King Stefan's kingdom, you see, and so I have a mind that he thinks still very fondly of their princess."

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Her thumb rubs against his bottom lip, eyes glued to how his mouth moved as it places light kisses on her hands. She could heal that little cut (it would be so easily! Why hadn’t she done so yet?) but whatever power reserves she was host to were indeed spent for now. It would return (it always returned) but he’d be gone by then and it would be too late.

She had tried her very darnest to seem as chipper and relaxed as possible, going so far as to apply a tint under her eyes to hide the darkening that had taken residence there. Of course he would notice, it was Phillip! He’d noticed a stray hair sticking out of place all the way from Germany. She smiles at the thought and sighs a little exasperatedly as her hands gently cup his cheeks. 

“-And I’ve had worse reasons to use my hair,” and she would do it again if she had to. Not wanting to start another conversation of what ifs and why nots Rapunzel tilts her chin up and stretches to stand on her toes. She places a soft kiss on the underside of his jaw right where his pulse would quicken. Her lips spread into a soft smile and then memory of aftermath downturns her lips again.

Her jaw tightens and the soft contours of her face sharpen considerably. It was not a look Rapunzel wore often but it didn’t look all that out of place either. “I won’t let them hurt you,” she mumbles to herself against his skin. “They’re lucky enough I can’t get to them myself.”

As a reflex, more natural feeling than a passive breath or beat of his heart, he brings her in a bit closer. The comfort and warmth that she brings allows his muscles, however sore they are, relax just a little, and the moments of the attack begin to flood his mind as a result. A tight lid had been kept on them, until now. Peace one moment, adrenaline the next. His hand impulsively moves to where he had been pierced through, recalling at once the burning pain and the blood pooling thick into his palm. All the world growing faint and fainter. Had he heard his name? Was he seeing distant memories? Did he... did he hear a low, rumbling laugh somewhere in the depths of his subconscious? A sinister, evil laugh? He breathes in, sharply, and breaks away from Rapunzel to hold her at arm's length. He holds her by the shoulders, though gently. "Rapunzel, tell me something. They are saying my own strength and holy appointment as prince of my kingdoms fought off death easily." His voice thin, his dark frown tells signs of that quiet anger he is almost infamous for. "That isn't true. Tell me, how close to death was I?"

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solheira​.

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❝ should you ever go to war…do look me up. i imagine i would take your side. ❞

“I would much rather wage war on you than with you.” A huff and puff princess she has become as the flour and water mixture she had walked into dripped in globs on the floor. This would take hours to wash from her hair. “I have half a mind to make you wash my hair for this… this childish prank! What are you, huh? An imp?”

She does not add that she had started this battle by leaving her palette of wet paints out in the open where any old prince could accidentally sit on. He had only called her a lettuce head, after all. It certainly wasn’t his fault her name was so closely related to leafy greens. 

“Nope! Don’t answer. You’ll rue the day, Phillip Aleksander. Mark my words. You. Will. Rue.” Sprinkled with the dramatic cliches she flicks her finger to point an accusatory finger and sends  small globs flying towards his face. They hit their accidental mark and the snort produced in her nostrils could herald a pen of pigs to her defense. “O-Okay that was an accident. That doesn’t count. The rueing starting now.”

“Now? Right at this very moment, or shall we count it off? Three, two, one…”

What’s most infuriating about all of it, probably, is that smile of his. So perfectly balanced between smugness and an innocent sort of happiness that you couldn’t, in good conscious, fault him for such mirth. Could you?

He flicks a glob of paint off the very tip of his cheekbone. It leaves a berry-colored stain, but he cares not. He looks around for any sort of sign and, finding none, shrugs his shoulders. “Ah. No, not feeling any rueing just yet.”

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