#miraakulus

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@miraakulus

“If I foresaw your downfall would you even listen to me?” 

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↕ + for ondolemar 6'6" (if you're still accepting)

.:x– @justiciiar –x:.

Height Comparison || OPEN/closed

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@miraakulus replied to your post: ( anon ) ur being a lesbiophobia !!!!!! ( / 99.9%...

ok but same

we are all afraid of talking to girls 

[elvehnliar-blog]

@miraakulus

“Pah MUZ LOS KiiN STIN ahRK MED KO ZIN ahRK VahZEN NUST LOST KOGaaN DO ONIKaaN ahRK HahDRIM ahRK FENT KOS OL GeiN ZII DO ZeyMahMaaR.”

All men are born free and like in honor and truth. They have (the) blessings of wisdom and mind and shall be as one spirit of brotherhood.

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"I didn't ask for your help!" -justiciiar

Her brow furrows. “… Okay, but… you actually did. Or does your memory often elude you?”

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[elvehnliar-blog]

@miraakulus

“I want your hand on my throat while you ride me.”  They are wearing a lace negligee—this is a direct attack on the senses. They want for Miraak to be distracted, to put his full attention onto them. Perhaps they foresaw the end to their relationship—but that does not mean Val’in still does not wish to enjoy what is left. “I want you to tell me sweet nothings all while you choke me.” Val’in speaks with confidence as they step over to Miraak, voice airy as they reach over and press a hand to his chest. “Most of all, I want to hear the noises that you make—you always sound so divine, lovely, I don’t want you to stifle it.”  

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miraakulus replied to your post: God... All I wanna do lately is write shippy stuff...

IT GOT MY MUSE STABBED

HE’S REALLY SORRY ABOUT THAT OKAY

[lichwept]

…in danger.

              BREATH RAGGED ,    white  hair  falls  in  mats    &    clumps  of  red ,    skin  stained  with  dirt    &    sweat .     purple  eyes  widen ,    surveying  the  miasma  of  emeralds ,   double-pupils ,    &    tentacles  around  him .    this  isn’t  tamriel .    he’d  been  so  hasty  in  his  escape ,    so  careless .    the  shackles  still  remain  on  his  wrists ,   mannimarco  finding  himself  too  weak  to  remove  them  yet .

               his  gaze  darts  to  miraak ,    terrified ,    looking  like  a  swallow  with  an  arrow  notched  into  its  wing .   it  then  shifts  to  the  swirling  mass  of  incomprehensible  appendages  dangling  above  them ,   hovering  too  close .    at  the  touch  of  miraak’s  hand  on  his ,   he  flinches ,   but  makes  no  move  to  leave .   he  knows  this  man  is  his  only  chance  at  escape .

       ‘   help  me ,  ‘    is  all  he  manages  to  say ,    voice  hoarse   &   guttural  with  years  of  crying .    ‘  please, .  ‘

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