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AUGUST 12th 2017.
So..! We.. finally made it, yeah? If you’re still awake and you see this.. an’ I’m not? I love you. But, please, go to sleep, nerd.
If not? An’ you’re seeing this when I’m right there next to you? I love you. Thanks for helping me get this far. For helping me make it to you.
Thank you.. for just.. being around. For being with me. Thanks for ...everything. I adore you.
Ich liebe dich, mein lich. Mein lieben. My dearest love.
I’ll see you soon.~
@hands-of-the-king
Emmun: Cinnamon Roll with Sinnamon filling. Bunny Sela came out of left field and you know it.
((Emmun: AHAHAHAHA >:3c And you know that isn’t even the worst of it ... which sounds way worse than I intended ))
Happ birthday you smol nerd!!
((THANKS TALL NERD!!))
💕Dost thou love thine Paladin of the light, mayhaps even as much as he regards you, O Lord?
love calculator: accepting
RESULT: 98%
WAY TO GO. We start off strong, I see.
✖
Send a ” ✖” for my muse’s reaction to yours getting into a bar fight.
Over the loud noises of the bar- she could hear a familiar male voice carrying over the crowd. She turned at the direction, finding her neighbor, old Velstadt having quite an argument with some other man little further in alcove. After a while - the men had started physical fight wrestling each other while on their feet- She stared at them her mouth wide open- Velstadt. Her neighbor. A priest, would actually engage into something like that? "Velstadt-" Of course she was too fragile to do anything about it- Not that she needed to do anything about it. She wasn’t the only whose attention was drawn at them- The staff was already on move to get the men off each other- but Marylin, she was worried for her neighbor. What had upset him so?
Birbday. Replace one of the stupid days of the week like Wednesday, and every week we just go birb watching and play with the ravens.
Sounds like a nice day to praise birbs. Maybe bring lot of oat in the centre of the city for birbs to feed on cold winter Wednesday? And of course children are forced to study about birbs.
Staff of Wisdom - Raime
Leave an object in my ask and my muse will react to it being given to them.
"What! Where did you- for me? I…. I don’t know- am I… worth of this- it looks complicated to use… but it is so pretty-"
Die a Hero, Pate.
Alternatively, send ‘Die a hero’ for a villainous character to become heroic instead!
As soon as Pate sensed the danger, he instinctively turned to run and leave Creighton to deal with the fallout. It shouldn’t matter to him if a simple-minded person like him too the blow, after all; surely by this time tomorrow, they’ll have hanged him or thrown him in a cage and it would all be done and over with. Partners weren’t worth clinging to, especially when they’ve outlived their usefulness.
Except Creighton hadn’t.
The treasure hunter stopped as this thought crossed his mind, freezing in place a few moments that felt like an eternity. Pate had a few partners in his time, he admitted, and he would be damned if he would say that Creighton—while brusque and abrasive—was the most loyal one he’d had.
With a groan and a slump of his shoulders, Pate growled and looked around, grabbing the first weapon he saw—a spear—and turned back to the fray.
"Blast me…" he muttered under his breath, narrowing his eyes and watching as Creighton was already being pulled back into a fortress, guards already moving to close the gates behind him. Pate pulled back and slung his weapon through the air, landing it straight in one of their heads. Shock and surprise filled through the men, Creighton included, and he took advantage.
He looked up and saw as the gate was starting to come down, charging only to grab Creighton’s wrist and pull him from their grasps, turning and running away with him.
"Come on!" he cried, the dumbfounded axe-wielder stumbling before gaining momentum as the gate crashed closed behind them.
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