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𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍; 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍.

[soothsayd]

# SOOTHSAYD - — An independent and highly selective roleplay blog featuring Urianger Augurelt of Final Fantasy XIV. Est. Oct. `24. Mutual exclusive with somewhat low activity. OCs and crossovers are encouraged! Loved by Volpe.

— - PLEASE READ THE INFORMATION BELOW PRIOR TO INTERACTING - — What strength and wisdom I possess are thine to command.

⋆｡°✩ This blog is selective and mutual exclusive. However! As long as you keep your posts trimmed, don’t spam OOC content, have basic information about your muse, and I believe our muses also have a decent chance with connecting, then there’s a good chance I’ll follow you back. I absolutely love original characters and I’m welcome to most fandom muses, so, there's no need to be shy here. ⋆｡°✩ Practice patience with me. I ask that you keep in mind that I’m a busy little bee, and that I also have many other muses that I write for. Though it usually takes me a while to get through replies, it’s just a matter of life simply getting in the way. ⋆｡°✩ I am extremely selective in regards to shipping. I value chemistry involved with any potential romantic interest. Still, if that’s a matter you’d like to discuss in the future after we’ve had some time for our muses to interact, remember that I'm very open to exploring the possibilities. I love a good slow burn and lots of development!

⋆｡°✩ Themes of sexual nature will also appear here from time to time, whether in the form of headcanons or actual threads and so forth. I’m also very open to writing smut, as long as the right circumstances fall into place between our muses. Anything that may contain such themes will be tagged as #not sfw. ⋆｡°✩ Woah, there! I'm not quite caught up on FFXIV yet! Since I have several other series I'm invested in (and I'm quite slow with MSQ as it is), I'm currently still working through Endwalker. That being said, most of what I write will center around Urianger as he is in Shadowbringers & Endwalker. Also note that this will not deter me from interacting with those who may have spoilers present on their blogs. I just ask for your understanding that I may not catch onto certain references, etc. That is all.

And I think that about does it for my rules! A little about myself: I'm Volpe, late-twenty-something, and I'm a very tired lady. Have questions, want to plot, or simply wish to chat? You’re more than welcome to shoot me a message!＼(＾▽＾)

[soothsayd]

hewwo if you wanna come interact with my beloved creation, join me here @succudie

[doomedyuri]

URIANGER AUGURELT

[tcmpestes]

If Scone has a father, he has no memory of the person. He's never taken the time to lament this lack of childhood, finding it has no bearing on his abilities. If he did have such memories, however, he'd certainly be reminded of them in this moment.

The miqo'te has the sense to flatten his ears in shame at the tone of Urianger's voice. He avoids the stern gaze, looks instead to the scattering of ingredients round him. " Yeah, yeah. I hear ya, " he mumbles. His free hand fiddles with the hem of his shirt, only for it to be knocked away by Carbuncle's forehead. Distractedly he instead ruffles the spectral fur of his companion.

" Sorry. S'pose I just -- got restless, is all. I don't like the quiet much. " Understatement of understatements, that. " I promise I don't usually hurt myself like this while cookin' , " he adds, looking up at Urianger finally with a grin. An attempt to smooth things over.

[soothsayd]

Merely offering him a hum in agreement, Urianger continues to employ his quite literal magic touch upon his wound 'til all that remains are the likes of a faint scar. Nothing that time won't eventually heal completely. The bleeding's long since stopped, and that was of utmost concern anyways. When at last he pulls his hands from Scone, he looks down upon him with an undeniably amused mirth in his eyes. Was he too harsh, perhaps...? The sheepish manner in which he looks back at him gives Urianger that impression.

"Accidents are wont to happen when thy mind wishes to wander," A gently spoken reminder that leads the Astrologian to wander himself, his eyes now set on the ingredients that remain laid out upon the nearby counter. He glances back at Scone only after he approaches the work-in-progress before him. "If thou art amenable, wouldst thou like to employ mine aid....? While I am no culinary expert myself, perhaps it'd do thee good to be in the company of a friend. Pray teach me thy skills, if aught else."

[soothsayd]

"Is this a bad time to bring up my claustrophobia?"

"'Tis best mentioned now, rather than later..."

Claustrophobia, a curious little affliction. How funny it is that something so seemingly innocuous like a small, enclosed space could stir such feelings of angst and anxiety within a person. Already feeling unease from remaining trapped here for just a short while, however, Urianger's beginning to question its effects on even himself. Foolish to believe he'd never be victim to such a thing, yet here they are...

All he can offer his poor friend now is a look of empathy. They've done all they can, and while Urianger continues to thank the stars even now that his Linkpearl still functions well enough to call his compatriots for help, they must be patient and wait things out.

"Art thou feeling restless...? Pray, forgive mine uncomfortably close proximity to thee." He clears his throat, unsure how to cope with the painfully awkward feeling of trying to adjust to such tiny confines. Urianger's own extreme stature is doing him no favors whatsoever, especially not when his company here is equally blessed with a larger-than-average type of build. He draws his legs inwards, pulling his arms around his knees, and gives pause then. Their saviors are undoubtedly hurrying, but this will take some time, so... "I shall endeavor to remain as still and statuesque as Thaliak, the Scholar himself."

[soothsayd]

Small thing but Urianger calling Ryne "my dear" is so precious and cute... (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

[celestialmint]

Got that Monday feeling with Urianger

[soothsayd]

"Make yourself comfortable, it looks like we're gonna be here for awhile." - gabs uwu

So it seems.

Averting his gaze, he rather awkwardly shifts himself about, finding his large build to be more than a slight issue here. Naturally, their current positioning makes it so he's towering over her. There's no better way for him to realize just how much shorter she is in comparison than being stuffed here in the closet together like sardines in a tinned can. He might think it endearing were the circumstances any different...

Alas, they'll just have to make the best of the situation.

With one hand, Urianger leans against the wall that Gabriella's found purchase on, his other poised at the bridge of his nose to gently pinch. He can feel her warmth from their close proximity, their bodies nearly connected, making his attempts to think clearly a bit of challenge. Always so keen on respecting the boundaries of others, seldom one to offer his affections and even casual touches, this is all very new to him.

"Mine apologies..." He finally mumbles. "In mine excitement to show thee all that the Noumenon has to offer, I see 'twas unwise of me to bring thee here specifically. Shouldst thou have been caught wandering about in this restricted area, I fear the consequences would've proved worse than..." He clears his throat. How to word this?

"Finding ourselves at the mercy of this hideout, if only for a short while."

[itsmeishmi]

I love him so dang much, Urianger my beloved

[soothsayd]

by the twelve where'd all these new followers come from —

[spunsugarmusings]

Sentence Starters: Trapped Together Edition

One of my favorite tropes is two characters being trapped alone together and either having to work out their differences or admit their feelings, so please enjoy an array of sentence starters based in this idea. TW for being trapped, mentions of death, change pronouns and tense as necessary!

"Make yourself comfortable, it looks like we're gonna be here for awhile."

"Great, just great, I get to be trapped in here with you of all people."

"Do you think anyone even know we're in here?"

"I don't want to die in here!"

"Calm down, we're not going to die! Keep a cool head and we'll be fine."

"Is this a bad time to bring up my claustrophobia?"

"We should huddle together for warmth."

"Are you sure this is to stay warm, or did you just need an excuse to cuddle?"

"I don't wanna be here any more than you do, but since we're stuck, we may as well suck it up and work together to get out."

"What if nobody comes for us?"

"Don't tell anyone I said this, but if I had to be trapped with anyone, I'm glad it was you."

"Well, while we're waiting for help, do you wanna play charades?"

"I can't believe I only got to tell you how I felt because we're about to die!"

"Would it help take your mind off things if I told you a story?"

"We can't just sit around and wait to starve or run out of air, we have to do something!"

"If you keep shouting you're going to waste what little oxygen we have!"

"You stay on your side of the room, I'll stay on mine, and we'll get through this just fine."

"It'll take days for anyone to find us! What are we supposed to do until then?!"

"I doubt anyone will even notice we're gone."

[soothsayd]

Urianger and who...?

[vierandancer]

@soothsayd

Meiko had been eager to reunite with Urianger, as she had with the other Scions. She had not anticipated so drastic a change of outfit, however. If she had felt closer as a friend to him, she would have playfully implied he was now a whore for showing off his arms in their entirety now. But no, she would save that for further familiarity. Eventually.

Searching for this tithe for the pixies, however, was an opportune moment to speak privately. Thancred wasn't eager to go back out and face the fae folk again so soon, but relented when she reminded him how Hiko had been repeatedly tricked by the pixies earlier by answering all their questions (despite being told not to). Now she had a moment to gather her thoughts and try to breach the rift she had unintentionally caused with Urianger out of her own anxiety.

It was probably better to do this with Urianger first, though, rather than Y'shtola.

"So," she started, trying to be casual as she looked upon the massive stacks and shelves of books. "What's it we're lookin' for again?"

[soothsayd]

Urianger hums thoughtfully, kneeling down beside one of the many stacks of books laid out on the floor. There's a certain method to his madness, though one can't be blamed for believing otherwise, what with how disorganized his collection of tomes are. In his pursuit of knowledge, he just can't seem to help himself — his tendency to hoard all that he deems interesting is well displayed here. Needless to say, he's full glad to be in the company of Meiko, and even moreso grateful to employ a second pair of eyes.

"Ah, yes — 'twould be a gift to our mischievous little friends that I seek to find amongst these myriad tomes..." He begins to dig through that which lays before him, picking up one book, examining it over, and setting it aside. This continues as he delves into the details pertaining to the reasons for this search for just one book out of hundreds.

"As thou hast come to learn, the faefolk of Il Mheg possess an affinity for trickery, and I've found myself the subject of their misconduct. Each day upon my desk sits a serving of a rather distasteful concoction comprised of leaves brewed in hot water, most undoubtedly the doing of my winged companions." Sparing her a glance, there's an obvious glint of mischief in his eyes. "Verily, though I remind the Fae how much I dislike their daily offerings of tea, I've no choice but to drink it, lest it go to waste..."

"Why, then, should I not aid in their endeavors to fool me? 'Tis mine idea to lay out for them a most helpful tome containing information on various brews of teas. Mine irritation should prove all the more entertaining for the pixies if they have the option of choice~"

[soothsayd]

(つω`｡)

[soothsayd]

Forever laughing at Urianger seeing Estinien hanging at the Waking Sands and thinking, "hmm we're both Elezen of the same age... perhaps I'll share my knowledge with him—" and probably talked this dude's ear off for hours upon hours about his special interests.

[soothsayd]

(＃￣ω￣)

[mori3322]

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