Sundered Past

"If doing this gets me killed then so be it, death will have no easy time claiming this lost soul." Aoba Mage Summoner: Non-WoL World: Lamia Please read Rules and About pages.

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Suggestive Sentence Starters

[shehound]

Collected from all over the net, other memes, etc. Some are subtle, some are fluffy, some don’t have to be taken sexually, some are so straightforward you could practically jump into a smut scene in a few posts. Enjoy!

“No — no. Just keep your clothes on.” “You are so mean… and I’m okay with that.” “Is that all your mouth is good for?” “I am always looking for meaningful one night stands.” “Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back.” “I would rather have a cup of tea than sex.” “Ah, ah, not till I give you permission.” “Apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living?” “Where do you think you’re going?” “And how are you going to make it up to me?” “My sexual preference is often.” “What a nice little sound, I think I’ll bite there again.” “Don’t worry, it only seems kinky the first time.” “Does it taste alright?” “You wouldn’t dare!” “You’re so cute when you’re tired, you know.” “Anticipation makes the hard-on longer.” “You know what material this is? [Grab your shirt] Boyfriend/Girlfriend material.” “Nothing risque, nothing gained.” “I love when you’re rough.” “Is that a challenge?” “Is there a mirror in your pocket? Because I look great- wait, I said that wrong.” “I’m not cheap, but I am on special this week.” “Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. Yes is the answer.” “I’m not gonna stop leaving marks till I’m sure everyone will know your mine.” “Make me.” “What’s in it for me?” “I’m not drunk, I’m just intoxicated by you.” “I’m going outside to make out… care to join me?” “What’s your favorite silverware? Because I like to spoon!” “Thank god I’m wearing gloves, because you’re too hot to handle.” “Don’t stare. I didn’t want to do this.” “I think I could fall madly in bed with you.” “I need one of those hugs that turns into sex.” “Want to come over and watch porn on my flat screen mirror?” “Stop undressing me with your eyes and start using your teeth.” “Can I put you on my to-do list?” “Kiss the hell out of me. Please.” “You can stay but your clothes must go.” “I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.” “Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like…” “This is mine. Are we clear?”

[summonedmemories-blog]

“You’re conflicted I can see it. You don’t want to be the hero but you’re not evil enough to be the villain. So what are you?”

    For a moment Aoba said nothing, caught off guard by the others observation. It was true, he was conflicted. And the reasons she gave were not far off the mark. In this situation he was unsure what to do or where his loyalties should lie. It was a difficult choice.

  “Confused I suppose, as I’ve no way yet to decide which side I should take. Being a hero is a grand calling, for those who want it. I have never felt such a calling myself and care little for pretty titles and being a pawn in the machinations of the various lands.”

    And yet, was that not what his friends were? Heroes, one and all. Pawns. Powerful ones of course, but pawns. Controlling the fates of the world itself but not the directions of their own lives. That was a fate he did not want for himself.

    If not a hero though then what? He could be selfish and cruel yes, but he was not evil. It would be hard for him to choose no matter how long he thought it over.

  “Perhaps.. there may yet be a third path unknown to me. A path where I do not have to be the hero or the villain, where I can keep safe those I love without compromising who I am. It may simply be a naive and childish wish, but if there is such a path.. I would prefer that.”

[summonedmemories-blog]

"I won't watch you die."

  “Then you should turn and leave, for I will not be dissuaded.”

    Perhaps it was foolish, the choice he was making. But he had long since decided to challenge his fears and prove that despite the few years of experience he had he was not a child and would not let himself be seen as one. It was, perhaps, a childish reason. But he hated that he was looked at by the number of turns he could remember instead of how many he had been alive.

    Without another word the stubborn summoner leapt from the top of the small cliff, flailing as he fell through the air and into the water below. It was just deep enough the fall did not hurt him, but the splashing around proved that he had not had near enough lessons to have managed this much at all.

    Obviously he still could not swim.

[flirtsuke]

Villain or Hero Edition:

-“You’re going to save them and for what? They don’t appreciate you!”

-“You spill your blood for this city/village and for what? So they can never know the name of the man/woman who saved their miserable lives?”

-“How many times are you going to bleed for them?”

-“Aren’t you tired yet? Haven’t you had enough?”

-“Despair, misery, and chaos. It’s like air to me. But to watch them suffer is much more entertaining.”

-“Look at their miserable lives and tell me what you see. They’re just begging for you to end them.”

-“You’re conflicted I can see it. You don’t want to be the hero but you’re not evil enough to be the villain. So what are you?”

-“You can’t be nothing because you have to be something.”

-“You can’t be nobody you have to be somebody. They need you. Help them.”

-“You’ve shed enough blood. It’s time to stop. You’ve avenged their deaths enough.”

-“You’ve fought until your face was bloody, your ribs cracked, and your soul broken. How much more can you give to them!”

-“You won’t be satisfied until your dead.”

-“This city/village has torn you apart. They don’t deserve anymore saving.”

-“You’d give your soul to them? They won’t ever be satisfied until you’re dead.”

-“You give and you give and give when is it your turn to take?”

-“You’ll burn this city/village to the ground. Murder its people. And then will you be satisfied?”

-“I can’t watch you tear yourself apart anymore for these people.”

-“You’re cruel.”

-“You’ve been caught. There’s nothing more you can do so why are you still fighting?”

-“It’s over. It was a long war filled with countless bodies and bloodshed. So stop…it’s over.”

-“I know you. You aren’t this terrible person people see you as and made you become. There’s still some light within you. I see it…”

-“What has the world done to you to make you feel this broken that you feel the need to hurt other people?”

-“You hurt others because they hurt you.”

-“I can see the torment within you. I can especially tell by the way you mangle the bodies of your enemies.”

-“You don’t owe people anything else.”

-“You’re like the sun and moon. You can either be the light that guides peoples lives to a better world. Or you can be the moon and darken their world. Or- you can be an eclipse and be a little bit of both good and evil.”

-“What do YOU want to become?”

-“You’re the only one who can give others hope.”

-“If it wasn’t for you we’d all be dead.”

-“The histories will never know who really saved us because he/she didn’t want to be known as a hero.”

-“Don’t die for our selfish selves.”

-“You brought this upon yourself.”

-“You can either save lives or take them. So which is it? Who will you become?”

-“You say you’d burn the city/village to the ground. But what happens when you’re standing on a pile of ash and smoke with no subjects to rule?”

-“Your mentor molded you to be a monster.”

-“Your mentor molded you to be a beckon of hope for others.”

-“They will never bow to you.”

-“You’re nothing but a usurper from a foreign place to us. We will never call you King/Queen.”

-“You hide behind a mask all the time and I don’t mean the one upon your face.”

-“Of all the things to have happened to you are you still capable of love?”

-“You were born a villain but you will die a hero.”

-“You were born a hero but will die a villain.”

-“You’ve changed since we first met. You’re becoming something I don’t recognize anymore.”

-“You’re no longer a man. You’re a beast.”

-“Greatness was thrust upon you but you decided not to take it. Why?”

-“We don’t choose these roles they just happen.”

-“I won’t watch you die.”

-“What are you fighting for?”

-“Fates can be changed there’s still time.”

-“Your fate isn’t set in stone.”

-“There’s pain in my chest every time I see you in anguish.”

-“You never meant anything to them. So you turned into the thing they feared the most to leave an impression upon them.”

-“I wish you could see your worth.”

-“Your life is not worth the weight of gold they will pay you for helping them.”

-“I won’t watch you become someone I don’t recognize.”

-“I can’t even say who are you becoming because I don’t even know what you are anymore.

-“When they write of your history they will say it began on this day.”

-“Your scars are a reminder of who you were. So never forget who bled for this village/city. Who it was that saved the damned and the good. Who it was that almost died for them. Who it was that became a legend in their eyes. A legend to be remembered a thousand years from now.”

[summonedmemories-blog]

  “So much screaming and not a bit of singing, what a wonderful way to wake up on ones nameday.”

[summonedmemories-blog]

    He’s completely done with any and all Elezen tonight, or anyone from Ishgard, or anyone who isn’t a certain much nicer miqo’te alchemist. 

[bargreth-kreyole]

  He fixed the jacket, snapping it a bit as he looked around. Smiling a bit as he seemed more on the happy side of things with the change of attire. Sure he wasn’t planning on doing any fights in this, but the fresh coat did bring an air of confidence to him.

  “I have seen them, yes. Galen’s just a rather..uhm..attention gathering Elezen I think..” He shook his head and turned to look over at Aoba. A soft smile formed along his lips before looking towards his work desk  Papers scattered with assorted notes and formulae leading to some scratched out writings. A few also were circled around with notes stating ‘follow up’.   “You like to stand out, hrm? I can understand that.. Knowing what we’ve talked about. You don’t like to be a simple image that fades. And I must say the clothes in this world are.. hrm.. More on the flashy rather then practical. Even my world isn’t this..haha..flamboyant in design.” He spoke with amusement.He definitely seemed to enjoy the tailor work on some of the clothes he had recently acquired.

[summonedmemories-blog]

  “I believe the term you’re looking for is ‘attention whore’ honestly.” He laughed, watching Bargreth finish dressing. The outfit he wore now, it was so different than what he normally wore. It also showed a lot more skin than usual. Something he definitely appreciated.

    He gave the other a fond smile. It still seemed a miracle to him that he’d been so lucky to have someone like Bargreth in his life. Having someone who truly understood him was something he still wasn’t used to. But it was a wonderful feeling. Knowing that the weight of the world and his past was not something he would have to deal with entirely alone anymore was a wonderful thing.

  “They may be flashy, and you definitely look like you raided my closet, but I can’t say I mind. The view certainly is nice.” It seemed more and more that flirtatious remarks were becoming his go-to response for things like this, but he meant what he said. Clothes like that really did look good on Bargreth, and the fact that he seemed to enjoy wearing them was even better.

  “Blue is a good color on you. Maybe you should wear it more often? When you’re not working that is.”

[bargreth-kreyole]

“I’m really starting to think that my wardrobe is becoming more.. skintight now a days.. I’ll say that it’s your fault or Galen’s. Considering you like showy attire..” He shrugged a bit after finally hanging up his old trench coat and scarf in the dresser and put on a all too familiar white lab coat. Something that always stayed the same. “But is that what you truly prefer wearing? Something on the extravagant side..?”

[summonedmemories-blog]

  “I’d say blame Galen, he comes home looking like some trashy back-alley whore so often it rubs off an everyone. My clothes may be revealing, but at least they’re tasteful.”

    Blaming Galen may have been a bit childish and not entirely accurate, but it made enough sense he could go with it and not worry about if it was entirely wrong or not. 

  “Hmm, now that you ask I’m honestly not sure? I do seem to pick clothes like that often, and I do like wearing them. But if you ask if that’s what I truly prefer.. I have no idea. Maybe it’s just the idea of standing out that I like.”

[diamondoath]

                              Hearing the other’s words simply caused the dragon to laugh.

       How pathetic. Shaking his head, Syabelth’s eyes narrowed, shooting a glare over to Aoba. ‘Someone like you could never understand.’ no, he knew the feeling too well but he had gotten over it- being rejected was part of his life for thousands of years. With a huff, hand rested onto the handle of his gun, ready to pull it again if he needed it. Gods, he hated people like that. Not only they were the perfect targets for manipulative people, most of the time they were the type of people the hyur couldn’t even stand.

                  It’s with a low growl and a sudden glow in his eyes that the dragon lifted his head.

       {If you went to the point of even considering ME as family, you pick the wrong people to stay with. You’d be better off somewhere else than with us.}

      But of course, if he was mad enough, he could just ditch the common tongue. Eyebrows were furrowed and a hand was raised- only to point over to the door. He had enough- and if Aoba dared step back here, he wouldn’t be more than a new rug in the living room. As much as he could kill him right there, he wouldn’t- he didn’t need to explain himself to Galen.

      {Take this final warning and leave- if you bother coming back you will pay the price.}

[summonedmemories-blog]

    Deep down Aoba had known, trying to make his case to someone like him would be pointless. For so long now they had never seen eye to eye on anything. The feelings of friendship he had thought existed in the beginning.. perhaps it had been nothing more than his own imagination. It had become increasingly obvious to him over the months that he was hated by the other. This.. conversation just proved it.

    He had no idea what was being said, the words were unfamiliar to him. But he wasn’t stupid. Pointing at the door, the hard and angry tone and glaring. No, he knew what that meant. He was being kicked out.

    The one place he knew as home was no longer open to him.

    There was no hiding from the pain he felt at that realization. This was all he had. Everyone that was important to him lived here. If he left.. he had no one to rely on, nowhere to go. It would be back to wandering, sleeping out in the elements and living entirely on his own again.

    He opened his mouth as if to argue his case, to plead with the other not to kick him out. But no words came out. What he had been afraid of for so long had finally come to pass. He’d worn out his welcome.

    After a few moments he gave up on trying to speak, closing his mouth and letting his shoulders slump as all the fight drained out of him. Just silently accepted his fate as he so often had before and turned to leave. His hands were shaking as he opened the door and part of him hoped he’d be called back. But he knew better than to expect it. This was the end of the little ‘family’ he had come to rely on and as he let the door close behind him he didn’t blame anyone but himself.

[ahm-al]

“No one asks you to do all that. Just because you feel the need to seek approval when you already have it… it’s those sort of insecurities–” The Elezen sighed, still having some difficulty figuring out just why it was so upsetting to Aoba. 

      With a sigh he reached up to finally check his hair - he’d have to visit a stylist later, wouldn’t he? - and tried to mull over his next words carefully.

“You’re right though. I’m a bastard, a poor one at that. Ma gave up any status she had to keep me from the reality of her irresponsible action an’ when she lost her only line of income… hah. I don’t even officially have her name ‘cause of it, you know.” Still, he was dragging Aoba through the dirt the same way everyone had him in his childhood, wasn’t he? That wasn’t very good for a friend to do, even if he did figured it built character.  “…At the very least I thought you’d understand I didn’t mean it that way.” Nope, that still came out wrong.

“But you didn’t and…” Ugh. He hated situations like this. It was always a cartload of chocobo shit when he had to concede something to someone else. 

“’m sorry, Aoba.” It was barely audible as he muttered it. “…Just…. sorry.”

[summonedmemories-blog]

  “Don’t you fucking lecture me on insecurities. You’re over half the reason I’m like this. You’re.. I look up to you. You’re my friend, closer to my brother. I look up to and respect you. Love you like family even. And you always act like I’m somehow less of a person than you. Like it’s completely impossible for us to be equal in any way. And then you wonder why I have so many insecurities? Gods, if you were any more stupid you would be a fucking rock.”

    He waved a hand, finally dismissing the still-hovering Egi. There was no point to keeping it around now. Getting Galen to understand.. he was beginning to think it was impossible. He could spell out every single reason he felt as he did and he was sure that the Elezen would still just not get it. 

    On one hand he felt bad hearing about Galens past and status as a bastard. But on the other hand it just pissed him off more. He always acted like he was better than everyone else, but from the sound of it he was someone that should have understood. That should know what it felt like to constantly be talked down to and belittled and made to feel insignificant.

  “How you meant it almost doesn’t matter. Saying something like that.. even I’m smart enough to stay away from sensitive subjects once I know they’re sensitive.”

    A single tear fell down the summoners cheek, the only one he had not managed to blink away. But he wasn’t going to go so far as to actually cry in front of Galen. Not this time.

  “I appreciate that you’re apologizing, but in the end I’d rather you just.. not treat me like that.”

[summonedmemories-blog]

  “I want you to stop making comments like that. Calling me ‘cat’, treating me more like a pet than a person, not giving a single flying fuck about how uncomfortable and upset it makes me. But you won’t, so maybe what I need is to knock some sense into your xenophobic ass.”

    With a motion of his hand the Egi stopped, returning to hover beside her master as if to defend him. He didn’t want to fight, not at all. But he was so sick and tired of being treated this way. Most of the time when Galen spoke he ended up saying something offensive and borderline cruel about some race or other, and no one had stepped up to try to stop him yet.

  “I am a Miqo’te, and I am proud of this. But just having cat ears and a tail does not make me less of a person than you. Does not make me beneath you as you seem to believe it does. All that arrogance and racial superiority, and you wonder why I get so angry.”

[ahm-al]

“Mayhap you wouldn’t be treated like a cat if you did not act like one. You crawl into people’s laps like a coreul kitten yet do not want to be treated like a cat? Your kind doesn’t even have the decency to name their men proper.” Even if Aoba seemed fairly estranged from his tribe it was true that his actual name was probably not even his own but his mother’s. What a joke that was, even bastard children in Ishgard got more respect than that.

      The Elezen huffed as he crossed his arms. Elezen had inhabited Eorzea long before any of the other races and having spent most of his time outside of Ishgard in Gridania it was true he still wasn’t accustomed to the less humanoid races. Hell, he still had difficulty with dragons that weren’t directly involved with Syabelth, but they got more respect generally for their age and strength (not to mention his own connection to them through his blood). Of course Elezen - especially Ishgardian - were better than other races, that was simply a fact of things. 

       Though he should probably act less like it if it was getting Aoba this riled up.

“…Ugh. Look, I’ll try harder but meet me halfway on this with the whole cat-acting thing… And just to clarify, I’ve never once thought you a pet.”

[summonedmemories-blog]

  “I crawl into peoples laps because in a lot of cases it’s the only way to get their attention. And yes, I like being close to people, I like being affectionate. That does not mean I want to be treated like an animal over it.”

    The comment about his kind and the naming conventions struck Aoba painfully, and he couldn’t even bring himself to look up at Galen anymore. 

  “Saying something like that when you know good and damn well that I don’t even remember my own name.. and I thought you couldn’t be any more of a complete bastard.”

    Honestly he almost felt like crying over how fucking stupid this whole thing was. That he had to put up with such arrogance and such painful comments, then having to deal with Galen acting like his anger was in some way not justified simply because of his affectionate personality and his name. He hated it.

  “Meet you halfway? I fucking bend over backwards for you about damn near everything. But if my desire for affection in some way bothers you that much then fine, I’ll keep my distance so you don’t have to deal with it anymore.”

[diamondoath]

               “..Hmph.”

       Cracking his knuckles, it didn’t take long before the Hyur pulled out if Machinist soul crystal- gun appearing in his hand before it was quickly pointed over to the other- soon followed by a shot aimed at the other’s side.

           “Perhaps, if you stopped invading MY space without MY permission I wouldn’t be like this. But clearly, you’re too STUPID to take hints. Sometimes I even wonder WHY he chose you as a best friend.”

       He sneered- placing his gun back at his side before a hand went on his hip.

           “I’ve lived for FAR more longer than you, therefore went through MORE than you could have through your pathetic little life. Tell me how I should be toward people again and I swear I will stick a bullet between your eyes.”

[summonedmemories-blog]

    As the gun appeared in the others hand Aoba was already moving, not wanting to get shot just for being angry. He had every right to feel as he did. He bent over backwards for everyone, running errands and gathering things, doing things he hated because they asked him to. And yet in return he got treated like this.

  “So wanting to be close to the only people I have that I consider family is enough for you to treat me like this? Someone like you.. could never understand. He is more a brother to me than just a friend, and for a time I had even gone so far as to think of you in a similar fashion. But no longer.”

    To him it didn’t really matter how old the other was or what he had gone through. Right now he was just too angry to care. Perhaps seeing someone who hated him as a brother had been entirely his own mistake, but he had thought there had been a connection there in the beginning. Back then.. it had been easier to get along than it was now.

  “You’d love that wouldn’t you. If I gave you even the slightest reason to kill me, something tells me you’d enjoy it.”

[ahm-al]

“Ah-! Hey!!” What the hell was Aoba doing, summoning inside the house? With a few poorly chosen curses the Elezen dove behind one of the couches and away from the screeching Egi. The action didn’t save several clumps of green hair from going flying at the wind scythes that tore through the house, though, and he rose up from his hiding place to get a better look at Aoba, scowling.

“What the hell is your problem? Do you want a fight!?”

     He was more than ready to make a new pair of boots if Aoba was seriously going to turn to violence over this.

[summonedmemories-blog]

  “I want you to stop making comments like that. Calling me ‘cat’, treating me more like a pet than a person, not giving a single flying fuck about how uncomfortable and upset it makes me. But you won’t, so maybe what I need is to knock some sense into your xenophobic ass.”

    With a motion of his hand the Egi stopped, returning to hover beside her master as if to defend him. He didn’t want to fight, not at all. But he was so sick and tired of being treated this way. Most of the time when Galen spoke he ended up saying something offensive and borderline cruel about some race or other, and no one had stepped up to try to stop him yet.

  “I am a Miqo’te, and I am proud of this. But just having cat ears and a tail does not make me less of a person than you. Does not make me beneath you as you seem to believe it does. All that arrogance and racial superiority, and you wonder why I get so angry.”

[diamondoath]

             “Pretty sure that those ears and tail of yours make you seem very harmless to about anyone, cat. And I dare you to repeat those three words, I dare you.”

[summonedmemories-blog]

  “And there you go again, proving that just like you’re husband you’re a condescending bastard to anyone who you deem beneath you in any way. I am as much a person as anyone else and have done nothing to deserve being treated any other way.”

[ahm-al]

“Now now, I know you are not some wild beast. For one, you are far above urinating on my slippers or scratching the sofa. It’s simply that you are so quick to rise to anger~.” Honestly he was doing his best not to laugh, a very difficult task. Angry Miqo’te were just so difficult to take seriously.

“Come now, let me fetch you some milk tea. It’ll help you calm down some.”

[summonedmemories-blog]

  “Shut up. Just stop.” That he was resorting to this proved how angry he was. He didn’t even stop to think as he grabbed his tome, wind kicking up as he nearly instinctively summoned Garuda to his side. As if sensing her masters will the Egi shrieked and dove for the infuriating, condescending Elezen.

  “I’m so sick of you treating me like some kind of pet.”

[diamondoath]

                      “Oh, I’d LOVE to see you try. After all, someone like YOU isn’t scary at all.”

[summonedmemories-blog]

  “Just because you are a condescending shit who doesn’t fear anything doesn’t mean I can’t make good on my threat with literally anyone else.”

[ahm-al]

“What would be better then~? Coeurl, pussycat, kitten? Ufufu~. It’s so difficult to not do it when you react so adorably!”

[summonedmemories-blog]

  “The only reason I haven’t yet ripped out your condescending tongue, elf, is because your husband would do the same to me. I am as much a person as you and will not stand being referred to as some mindless animal.”