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Fangs and Fairytales - Chapter 5

Summary༻

“As I was saying, you're right, things can't stay the same.” Beside her, she felt him tense. “Living at night is going to be an adjustment, I'm sure. It may take me a while. And we'll have to find ways to make sure you're always safe.”

“You don't-”

“I told you on the roof that day, I'm not going anywhere.”

Now. She reached out, and, careful to avoid his burns, pulled him into her arms. 

“It won't always be easy, I know that. But I'm not giving up.”

There was a time when he would have argued with her, told her she was wrong and this wouldn't work. Instead, he leaned his weight against her and drew a breath he didn't need. “Promise?”

Serafina, a warlock with a hidden past. Astarion, a freed vampire spawn. With the Netherbrain defeated, life and happiness are theirs for the taking. Together they’ll set out on a new adventure to find a way for Astarion to walk in the sun again. There’s no easy path to happily-ever-after though as they quickly find many obstacles blocking their way, including Sera’s own Patron, the Fey Queen Titania.  

Chapter 5: Serafina meets up with an old friend. Her and Astarion have one last night with their companions before heading out to adventure on their own.

༺Pairing༻ Astarion x Serafina (Female Tav/OC)

༺Rating༻ Mature

༺Warnings༻ A touch of angst

༺Word Count༻ 4593

༺A/N༻

Hello Lovelies!

Hello Lovelies - we're on to chapter 5, thank you for reading. Thank you to @icybluepenguin for betaing right after Thanksgiving lol. Your dinner almost had a side of Astarion. We've got guest stars! Tali is back, borrowed again from the lovely @snowfolly. And a mention of Asmodea - from the one and only @vixstarria.

So this story may take a pause. I've got a Big Bang fic to work on and another fic I'm looking to finish. I think this is a nice stopping point. If you could, leave me a comment and let me know what you think so far.

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Splash. A stone broke the water near a small fishing boat trying to tie off for the night and the sound of cursing followed in its wake. 

“Taliesin Straeth!” Sera playfully scolded and nudged the elf beside her with her elbow. 

“Oh he’ll live, it was just a little fright,” Tali shot back before unceremoniously stuffing a piece of fried fish in his mouth from the paper cone clutched in his hand. “Gods below, you can forget how good the food down here can be.” 

Down here. The lower city, a place that had been off-limits to her when she had first met Tali. Not that they didn’t sneak down on the occasion, and not that he was the only she’d come here with, but he was honestly the best of them - in his own strange way. 

Now they sat on a walkway above Grey Harbor, the boats coming in as the sun began its descent, sharing fried fish made fresh from the day’s catch and companionship that was rare for Sera; the companionship of one who knew of her before the Nautiloid and the tadpole. 

“Been too busy with the posh upper city life to visit lately?” she teased before taking a piece of her own generous pile. A silence fell between them that was not quite as comfortable as it once had been. 

Tali had been the most famous bard on the whole of the Sword Coast; doors opened for him everywhere and the Patriars of Baldur’s Gate embraced him where other bards may have been looked down on. It certainly didn’t hurt that his family name was known Elven nobility. So he was a welcome addition to her small circle in her mother’s eyes, with her ignorance that Tali despised most of her kind and would often escort Sera out on whatever bit of mischief he had come up with for the night. 

He was different from the others; she didn’t know how back then, but she’d come to realize that all of them had little regard for each other, her included. With Tali, it was … he seemed to, well … not disregard her. There was even a moment when she thought there could be more than not-disregarding but Tali was a bard, and a bard was wont to roam by nature. So Tali had left with a troupe and Sera had met Ophelia soon after. 

How strange it was that Tali was here and Ophelia was nowhere to be found. 

The fish was fresh and briny, the batter crunchy and delightfully salty; a delectable reminder of stolen moments from another lifetime. She took a moment to savor another piece before finally asking what had been on her mind. 

“So how do you do it? How do you see through the fey glamour?” The terms had been made clear to her when she’d pacted herself to Titania: she would be forgotten by everyone she had ever known, able to vanish without a trace, as long as she never spoke of her past in detail. 

She'd kept her end of it with excruciating tenacity, a fact that often cause tension between her and Astarion. And yet Tali still recognized her last night. 

“Well you see I met this woman, gorgeous, a little insane.” 

“Tali!” Sera groaned and rolled her eyes. 

Tali waved his hands around in a grandiose gesture to ward off her irritation. “No - wait. The thing is, she’s like you, made a bargain with some fey - calls it Fuckface of all things. We’ve gotten close, really close. Met her playing this absolute shithole, still think she might have been planning to rob the place after. Anyway, the point is, I think being around her has some of the fey magic rubbing off on me. On our way back to the city I swear I saw a crystal frog in the morning rain!” 

The crystal frog had been one of Tali’s pet obsessions; a creature of the feywild appearing on this plane and bringing luck to anyone who could spot it. 

The steady influence of another fey could possibly explain Tali's immunity and really, it was the only plausible notion at the moment. Other than Titania hating Astarion enough to want to bend her own rules just to upset him. Which Sera found doubtful… but not impossible. 

Silence settled over them for a moment while she contemplated the possibilities. 

“So what now for Lady Serafina, the Hero of Baldur’s Gate?” Tali snickered while heaping titles upon her. 

“Oh, stop it.” She felt herself flush; it was impossible to get used to people calling her that. “We’re going to travel a bit, the whole reason I made this deal in the first place. Get far away from this city. Though with any luck, mother’s house has been caved in by Nautiloids.” 

“You and your remarkable pale, ruby-eyed paramour?” Tali waggled his eyebrows suggestively. 

“I suppose he is a bit pale…” Sera tried but she had a sinking feeling the truth was obvious.

Tali leaned in conspiratorially. “He’s a vampire right? That's why you need to head back at sunset.”

“How did you guess?” He'd never lost the ability to be entirely vexing, it seemed. 

Throwing back his head, he laughed merrily. “I keep myself well-read up on these things, you know - the great macabre matters. And he doesn't do a very good job concealing those fangs. Lucky you, a vampire lover.”

“Admit it, you’ll be curious forever.” The sun was kissing the horizon and Sera would head back and meet up with Astarion soon. Tali too had some place to be. Their reunion was at an end, it seemed, and a slight ache spread through her chest. She'd resigned herself to having no one from her past, and now she had one of her dearest friends - a part of her hated to lose that again so soon. 

“And what of Taliesin, Faerûn's greatest bard. Where are you headed now that you've seen at least some of the city still stands?”

“I'll meet back up with the rest of the troupe, maybe head north before the snows set in, see what trouble we can make.” Tali turned to look at her, munching on the last piece of fish. “Don’t be so somber, it’s a bad look on that pretty face.” 

“Better?” she said, forcing a small smile onto her face. “It feels too soon to part.” 

“That’s painfully sweet, fair lady, but we’ll keep in touch. Your wizard friend has a tower in Waterdeep right? He won’t mind holding messages.” 

She couldn’t help but laugh. Only Tali would presume that the wizard she’d just told him was quite powerful would accept being their messenger. “Maybe if I actually ask him.”

Tali made a dismissive noise. “If you must.” Standing, he stretched his hand out to help her to her feet, and ended up tilting his head to look up at her. “Time to get back to your sanguine love.” 

Tali wasn’t the only goodbye she'd be saying in the days to come. The very next evening was Duke Ravengard's mysterious dinner. Those who remained behind of the companions had been invited to dine with him, Counsellor Florrick, Liara Portyr; the de facto leadership of Baldur’s Gate. 

When the invite had first come, Sera had worried about the possibility of a forced reunion with her beloathed mother. Not that Lady Glacies should recognize her with Titania’s spell, but Sera wasn’t keen on testing the limits. In addition to the rather grim prospects for Baldur’s Gate with her mother in a seat of power. She had pushed until Ravengard named names, and then, satisfied, agreed to attend.

Now she was standing in Shadowheart’s screened-off dressing area in a dress of purple satin, simple but elegant, eyes closed while Shadowheart applied color to her eyelids.

“There,” Shadowheart said, “all done.” 

Opening her eyes, Sera took a moment to study herself in the mirror. The dress was nicer than anything she'd worn since the Nautiloid, with flowing skirts and soft lines accenting her figure. It was complimented only by red tint on her lips and silver color on her eyes. 

Evidently Shadowheart hadn't been able to arrange for jewelry in this surprise, and anything they had found on the road had been sold quickly to pay for supplies. 

She'd come and dragged Sera away almost as soon as she'd gotten out of bed for the night, barely leaving her time to scribble a quick note to Astarion. It was nice to see her friend genuinely excited. She’d had her own struggles, and while she'd aided the refugees of Baldur’s Gate with aplomb, she seemed to be lacking a bit of spark. 

When they'd reached the space she'd made for herself in the encampment of families, Shadowheart hadproudly presented a pair of dresses obtained from Figaro's shop 

“Since we’re both headed back out onto the road and a life of roughing it, I thought we should get one night of refinement.” Shadowheart would be accompanying Gale on the way back to Waterdeep, and then off on her own adventures. She wasn’t ready to trade one goddess’ cloisters for another’s. 

“You just want to see me all dressed up,” Sera had teased, deflecting the wave of sadness at the thought of parting with yet another dear friend. 

“Maybe I do, Astarion shouldn't get to have all the fun with you.”

The flirty exchange had reminded Sera of the early days of their journey when she'd felt a pull towards the mysterious cleric she was still puzzling out. That was before she woke to fangs flashing in the moonlight.

But she suspected Shadowheart had also found another home for her affections. 

Leaving Sera to inspect her handiwork, Shadowheart started on her own finishing touches, accenting her dress of dark green with kohl black eyes. Green was an unexpected pick for her; perhaps her mind was on that object of her affections when she chose it. 

“You miss her, don't you?” The words were tumbling out before she could think better of them. 

Shadowheart paused and breathed deeply.. “I do, but what’s there to be done? Only wait and hope. I should have said something sooner. I wanted to, at the end, but if I stopped her, she’d regret it forever. Lae’zel won’t know peace until her people are free.” 

She sniffled but caught herself before tears could appear. “I suppose that’s a bit more than you asked,” she said, offering a weak smile. 

“But about as much as I had guessed. I should have taken that bet with Astarion and Gale.” Sera came to stand next to her, placing her hand on Shadowheart’s shoulder, hoping she was a reassuring presence. “I think she knew though and I don’t believe you’ve seen the last of her forever.” 

Shadowheart waved her off, definitely not trying to hold back tears. “Oh gods, what was that tripe? Is that what being with Astarion does to a person?” 

Sera snorted a laugh in response. “I feel like my romantic nature has been insulted. But I’ll relay your compliments to Astarion.” 

The two of them dissolved into laughter, the pain, for the moment, buried.

Astarion was waiting when Shadowheart deemed them “refined” enough looking for the evening. He was at the stairs leading out of what once was the temple proper, away from the general chaos of the camp. 

Dressed splendidly himself in a black and gold brocade coat and matching trousers, Astarion was an ethereal vision. Turning, he caught her eye, and smiled at her. Not the smile of false charm that he’d once used on her, but one genuine enough that it changed the whole character of his face. 

“Darling, there you are!” His eyes widened, taking in the whole of her appearance, and then narrowed to a seductive hooded gaze she knew all too well. His voice turned to a sultry purr. “Don’t you look good enough to just eat right up?” 

Taking her hand, he brought it to his lips, lavishing a kiss on it, and then another on her wrist. 

“Can we save the ‘eating her right up’ part until you’re back in your room? I don’t wish to be late to whatever the Grand Duke had planned,” Shadowheart said, a smile in her voice giving away her lack of any real irritation. 

Astarion sighed dramatically. “Fine, if you insist on spoiling the fun.” 

“I do, in fact,” Shadowheart shot back. 

Taking Sera's arm, Astarion pulled her tight as they made their way up the stairs. Leaning close enough that his breath tickled her ear and sent shivers down her spine, Astarion whispered to her, “You truly look stunning, love. Ah, if only I could keep you in such finery forever.” 

Sera scrunched up her nose; old memories of balls, receptions, and banquets making her stomach turn. “I’d prefer it be a rare occurrence.” 

“Ah, right,” Astarion sounded a bit dejected. Despite how little she had been able to share with him, she’d been able to convey that her home life had been both privileged and deeply unhappy. “I suppose that suits our plans well though,” he recovered with a dashing grin. 

“Plans I wouldn’t have any other way,” she said,with fantasies of the adventure ahead already filling her mind. There was a whole world beyond Baldur’s Gate just waiting, and they could see it without worms waiting to rip apart their brains. 

But first the Duke’s dinner. 

The invitation had been unusual in that the Duke had summoned them to an address in the lower city. A modest house stood at the location, two stories with a small courtyard. On one side, across the street a forge was being rebuilt, on the other, a building that might have been a shop at one point. She and Astarion had briefly discussed the mystery but concluded maybe the Duke wanted privacy from every Patriar looking to secure a place in the new order of the city’s leadership. 

In the light of lamps hanging on the iron fence, Duke Ravengard waited along with Counsellor Florrick, Liara Portyr - a newly minted Duke herself since that morning - along with Gale who was fussing over a sigil he was marking on the stones of the courtyard. 

The three of them approached to warm greetings as they heard arguing down the street. 

“... but we are not late Jaheira, and we could not allow Boo to miss the celebration.” 

Sera could swear she heard Jaheira sigh from where they stood. 

“There’s no harm done, look everyone has just gathered.” 

Halsin’s strong voice carried to them and Sera felt a concern she hadn’t realized she’d been carrying melt away. Halsin had come. Things had been strained between them before he’d left. The confession of his affection that she’d not been able to return had changed the whole dynamic. Where once she’d found the Druid warm and outgoing, he seemed reserved around her, and especially if Astarion was about. Though Astarion made no secret of glaring daggers at the large elf and hovering over her as if to stake his claim on her. 

He hadn’t even given them a proper good-bye. Just one day he announced his plans and the next he was gone. She wanted to at least feel they parted as proper friends. 

Sera waved the three of them over, a smile pulling up the corners of her mouth. Halsin caught her eyes and inclined his head, acknowledging the greeting. A reassuring gesture, it wasn’t all wrong between them still.

“Ah look, Boo, Sera is excited to see you! And Astarion is not lost in the shadows. Too bad we do not have a sunflower.”

“It’s good to see you too, Minsc.” Sera artfully dodged one of Minsc’s crushing hugs. There would be more throughout the night, she knew. 

“Behaving yourself, Astarion?” Jaheira teased, pulling him into a hug. 

“Yes, mother,” he grumbled, not resisting her. 

Gale cleared his throat to draw their attention. “Well, seems like we’re all here then. Except one.”

Turning back toward his sigil, Gale began to move his hands, steadily channeling the Weave. “Invoco Te.” 

A flash of brilliant red light filled the air, followed by the smell of sulfur. When it cleared, a figure stood in Gale’s sigil with a warrior’s bearing and crowned with horns.

“Wyll!” It felt like the exclamation came in unison. 

And then everyone was crashing upon each other like waves on the shore, the group mingling together as though it were a night back at camp. Only Sera hung back for a moment. Wyll was a dear friend, true, but there was one person who’s absence his presence had made glaringly obvious. 

“Couldn’t figure out how to keep her heart from exploding instantly.” 

Sera jumped, she hadn’t even noticed Gale walking up next to her. 

“Elminster is working on it, but it just didn’t happen in time. But she is somewhere safe, for right now.” 

She tried to shake off the melancholy of Karlach’s absence but it had dug its claws in deep. All of them should be here, one last night before they all truly parted ways. Yet the one who deserved it the most was languishing in Avernus. 

“Promise me she won’t be forgotten.” Sera turned to Gale. “You and Elminster, you’ll solve this.” 

Gale nodded solemnly. “We won’t stop, I swear. Now go, join the party, rescue Astarion from Minsc’s affections.” 

Following his gaze, she found Astarion, caught in one of Minsc’s bearhugs. It was lucky he didn’t need to breathe. 

“He does look a bit in need of a hero.”  

The rest of the night passed with feasting from a dinner prepared by the Duke’s own staff, plenty of wine, and warm conversation; the hours slipping by far too quickly as the group moved between the courtyard and the dining table. The windows of the house remained open, beckoning in the warm air of the late summer evening, the scent of the sea arriving with it. Eventually when voices began to grow quiet as they lounged around the table, Ravengard stood and called for quiet. 

“I wanted to thank you all again - without you the fate of Baldur’s Gate and all of Faerûn would have been grim indeed. I’m sure you’re all wondering, why choose a home in the lower city for this occasion?” They all nodded and as he looked squarely at Sera. “That is itself, another thank you.” From his pocket, he produced a latchkey and extended it to her. 

Sera knit her brows together in confusion, still unsure where this was going, and hesitantly accepted the key from him. 

“Serafina, both you and Astarion have no home of your own. I know you intend to travel, but the Gate takes care of its own. This is your home, whenever you wish to return to it, even just to keep some belongings here. It will be well watched over. Your friend Dammon has purchased the forge next door.” 

Emotions swelled and warred in her heart. A home of her own was no small thing - but here, in Baldur’s Gate, where her family lay just beyond the border to the upper city? Would it truly ever be home? 

“A home…” Astarion breathed from where he sat next to her. 

And Astarion had no home at all that he could remember. Despite his use of the word, Szarr manor was anything but a home. 

Titania’s magic would hold and keep her hidden, she had to believe it. This would mean too much for both of them. She squeezed the key tightly in her hands. “Thank you, your Grace.” 

“Don’t thank me alone, your friends petitioned for this as well.” 

“And to make sure you weren’t too far of a walk, Cub,” Jaheira said. 

“It’s true, she was very specific,” Shadowheart confirmed. 

“At least you know I’m not to blame if she’s too close,” Wyll added, with a light-hearted laugh. 

As the conversation started to flow again and some wandered back to the courtyard, Gale made his way over to her and Astarion. 

“Oh no,” Astarion grumbled. “Don’t tell me you're here to share some ‘words of wisdom’. I’ve had quite enough of those for my endless lifetime.”

Gale answered with a sincere chuckle. “Never let that rapier wit dull, my fanged friend.” He settled himself into a chair across the table from them. “No advice, only a gift.” Producing a sapphire from the pocket from his fine robe of deep purple, he crushed it and spoke an incantation. “Ex Textura.”  Where the sapphire had been, a plain wooden box appeared. 

“Theatrics,” Astarion mumbled. 

“Protection, and you’ll see why.” Gale was not put off by Astarion’s spikiness. Sera had come to believe it was a form of affection between him and their wizard friend. 

Setting the box on the table, he opened it where they couldn’t see, and pulled his first offering from it. “A bag of holding, so you’ll have anything you need on the road.” 

“Gale,” Sera started, warmed by the gift, but he held up a hand to pause her words. 

“One more thing.” Another bag was drawn from the box. “See this is something quite extraordinary, if I do say so myself. Even had a bit of a hand from Elmister. You see, in this bag is a tent, but not just any tent. From the outside it looks like something an ordinary traveller would use, but it’s bigger on the inside. Inside you’ll find it like the pavilion of royalty. All you need to do is set the bundle on the ground and speak the words. It will keep anything you place in it - trunks, rugs, furniture. And the sun’s rays won’t pass through it.” 

“That’s…” Astarion spoke softly. “Well, very up to your usual standards of being grandiose.” A sharp, forced laugh followed his words. 

“I think you mean ‘thank you, Gale,’” Sera corrected. “Come on, I know you can do it,” she punctuated her words with a playful poke to Astarion’s ribs. 

Raising his hands in defeat, he sighed. “Fine, fine. Thank you, Gale. Are you happy?” 

“Very.”

 With a quick kiss to his cheek, she rewarded his efforts. 

“You two are most welcome. Couldn’t let my dearest friends wander around Faerûn without the most comfort possible.” 

Beside her, Astarion sniffled, but none of them made mention of it. 

Gradually, the evening wound down and the hour of parting arrived. While Gale assisted Wyll in returning to Avernus and Karlach, and Astarion was receiving some last advice from Jaheira, Sera sought out Halsin. 

“Returning to Reithwin tomorrow?” Something casual, something safe to talk about. 

“Indeed. There’s much work to be done. Perhaps you and Astarion could visit sometime while you are traveling.” 

“I’d like that,” she said sincerely. “I hope you find peace there,” her lips said, but her heart beat a chorus of “I’m sorry. Sorry I couldn’t be that person for you, sorry if I somehow led you on.” 

“I think I will. My destiny seems tied to that place.” Suddenly, he pulled her into a quick, but strong hug. “Be well, Serafina. And take care of Astarion.” 

Halsin inclined his head toward Astarion, who had wandered over to her side. 

“Take care of yourself. We’ll not be around to rescue you from goblins again.” 

Halsin answered with a merry laugh. “I shall indeed keep that in mind.” 

With that, the two began to make their way toward the gate of the courtyard. 

“One more goodbye?” a familiar voice called.

Astarion tensed. “Hello, Dal, what do - is that Midnight?” 

Dalyria stood just beyond the fence, a black tressym of all things cradled in her arms. “It is, I couldn’t leave her in that awful place. So I thought perhaps I’d show her some place better to call home.” 

The two of them had slowly crept closer to each other, until they stood at the very fence line, postures wary, eyes wide. 

“How did you even know where we were?” Astarion asked with suspicion. 

“I ran into your wizard friend while looking for you, had to follow rumors of a pale elf that saved the city. He’s very…chatty and let slip about this. I suppose he realized I couldn’t come in anyway unless invited. I was hoping you’d let Midnight stay.” 

Astarion reached out to gently stroke the tressym’s head. “Of course Midnight can stay.” He turned to Sera. “She used to prowl Szarr palace. I suppose we were all a bit fond of her.” 

Midnight waited for no further words, leaping from Dalyria’s arms into the yard and making her way toward the door. It seemed they had a tressym to watch over their home as well. 

“You may as well come in too,” Astarion said stiffly, gesturing for her to join them in the yard. 

“That Gale does certainly know a lot about tressyms,” she said, her lips quirking up in a short-lived but warm smile.

“I suppose you didn’t just come here to deliver Midnight,” he spoke warily still. Sera wondered if a part of him would always view the others with suspicion, not that she would blame him. 

“As I said another good-bye. I’m following the others to the Underdark. I stayed to sell what I could from the manor, we need funds to trade with. And I wanted to give you this.” 

Dal handed him an envelope that Astarion took stiffly. “Inside is coordinates to where we’ve settled. And the Szarr vault key. I’ve left part of our ‘inheritance’ in the Counting House for you. I would have told you sooner…but you didn’t come back.” 

“I didn’t have a reason.” Bitterness lurked at the edge of Astarion’s words. 

Dal gave him a sad look, before a hug that lasted merely a second, leaving Astarion too stunned to react. “I know you feel that way now, but if you change your mind, come visit us in the Underdark, brother. You too, Sera. I’m glad he has you.” 

And with that, Dalyriawaved and walkedk away.

Astarion tucked the envelope in a pocket and reached out to squeeze her hand. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Sera asked gently.

“No - not right now anyway. Let’s get back, you need rest before tomorrow night.”  Kissing her temple, he kept hold of her hand as they started their last walk back to the refugee camp. 

The last of the night passed peacefully into dawn. When the sun set again and the stars rose, they found Sera and Astarion, back at the house in the lower city. The house that they would call theirs from now on. 

The courtyard had an unused patch of garden, as though it awaited them to leave their mark on this place. By the light of the moon, Sera was digging a small hole in the dirt. 

“Are you sure this is where you want to leave it?” Astarion asked wistfully, a small pot the colors of twilight containing a plant with blue blossoms cradled in his hands. 

“I’m sure. This is where it’s meant to grow.” Sera took the forget-me-not from his hands and gently transferred it to the waiting spot in the dirt. 

Standing back up, she wrapped her arms around Astarion’s neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. “This is home, our home. No matter where we go, we can always come back here.”

Astarion buried his face in her neck and was still. “Wherever you are is home enough for me, Sunlight.” 

“Then let’s get this adventure started, Starry Sky. The road awaits.” 

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•Daniel Ricciardo (F1/Formula 1/oscar piastri/Ferrari/Austin gp 2024)

•Mclaren (F1/Formula 1/oscar piastri/Ferrari/Austin gp 2024)

•George Russel (F1/Formula 1/oscar piastri/Ferrari/Austin gp 2024)

•Marc Marquez (F1/Formula 1/oscar piastri/Ferrari/Austin gp 2024)

•Charles-Haden Savage (Only murders in the building)

•Oliver Putnam (Only murders in the building)

•Mabel Mora (Only murders in the building)

•Madoka Kaname (Madoka Magica/Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

•Wei Wuxian/Wei Ying (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/mo dao zu shi)

•Wen Ning (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/Mo dao zu shi)

•Lan Wangji/Ian zhan (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/mo dao zu shi)

•Wei Changze (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/mo dao zu shi)

•Cangse Sanren (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/mo dao zu shi)

•Jiang Fengmian (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/mo dao zu shi)

•Jiang Cheng (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/mo dao zu shi)

•Jiang Yanli (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/mo dao zu shi)

•Jin Ling (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/mo dao zu shi)

•Lan Sizhui (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/mo dao zu shi)

•Lan Xichen (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/mo dao zu shi)

•Lan Qiren (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/mo dao zu shi)

•Iang Wangji (mdzs/mdzs wwx/mxtx mdzs/mo dao zu shi)

•Princess Celestia (my little pony/mlp/mlp fim/Mylittlepony/mlpinfection/infection)

•Princess Luna (my little pony/mlp/mlp fim/Mylittlepony/mlpinfection/infection)

•Twilight Sparkle (my little pony/mlp/mlp fim/Mylittlepony/mlpinfection/infection)

•Applejack (my little pony/mlp/mlp fim/Mylittlepony/mlpinfection/infection)

•Pinkie Pie (my little pony/mlp/mlp fim/Mylittlepony/mlpinfection/infection)

•Fluttershy (my little pony/mlp/mlp fim/Mylittlepony/mlpinfection/infection)

•Rarity (my little pony/mlp/mlp fim/Mylittlepony/mlpinfection/infection)

•Rainbow Dash (my little pony/mlp/mlp fim/Mylittlepony/mlpinfection/infection)

•Hua Cheng (tgcf/Heaven official's Blessing/ghosts)

•The Knight (Hollow Knight)

•Ekko (Arcane/League of legends/Zaun/Timebomb/Arcane edit/Arcane spoilers/Arcane season 2/leagueoflegends/League/Worlds2023)

•Caytlin Kiramman (Arcane/League of Legends/Caitvi/Arcane edit/Arcane spoilers/Arcane season 2/leagueoflegends/League/Worlds2023)

•Jayce Talis (Arcane/League of Legends/Jayvik/Arcane edit/Arcane spoilers/Arcane season 2/leagueoflegends/League/Worlds2023)

•Vander (Arcane/League of Legends/Vanco/Arcane edit/Arcanr spoilers/Zaun/Zaundads/Arcane season 2/leagueoflegends/League/Worlds2023)

•Flandre Scarlet (touhou)

•Remilia Scarlet (touhou)

•Sakuya Izayoi (touhou)

•Ruby Rose (rwby)

•Yang Xia Long/Yang (rwby)

•Weiss Schnee/Weissschnee (rwby)

•Blake Belldonna (rwby)

•Jaune Arc (rwby)

•Pyrrha Nikos (rwby)

•Nora Valkyrie (rwby)

•Lie Ren (rwby)

•Yami Yugi (Yugioh)

•Sonic (Sonic/Sonic the hedgehog/Sth/Sonadow/Sonic x shadow generations/Sonic3/Sonicthehedgehog3)

•Tails (Sonic/Sonic the hedgehog/Sth/Sonadow/Sonic x shadow generations/Sonic3/Sonicthehedgehog3)

•Knuckles (Sonic/Sonic the hedgehog/Sth/Sonadow/Sonic x shadow generations/Sonic3/Sonicthehedgehog3)

•Shadow (Sonic/Sonic the hedgehog/Sth/Sonadow/Sonic x shadow generations/Sonic3/Sonicthehedgehog3)

•Maria (Sonic/Sonic the hedgehog/Sth/Sonadow/Sonic x shadow generations/Sonic3/Sonicthehedgehog3)

•Link (Legend of Zelda/Botw/The Legend of Zelda/Loz/Linked universe/Linkeduniverse)

•Zelda (Legend of Zelda/Botw/The Legend of Zelda/Loz/Linked universe/Linkeduniverse)

•Eddie Munson (Joseph Quinn/Stranger things)

•Wynonna Earp (Wynonna Earp)

•Harry Potter (Harry potter)

•Hermione Granger (Harry potter)

•Ron Weasley (Harry potter)

•Minerva McGranitt (Harry potter/Maggie Smith)

•Rock Lock (Black tumblr/Black lives matter/bnha/My hero academia)

•Shuri (Black tumblr/Black girl magic/Black lives matter/Disney)

•All Might (bnha/My hero academia/boku no hero academia/Myheroacademia)

•Deku (bnha/My hero academia/boku no hero academia/Myheroacademia)

•Eraserhead (bnha/My hero academia/boku no hero academia/Myheroacademia/Erasermic)

•Presentmic (bnha/My hero academia/boku no hero academia/Myheroacademia/Erasermic)

•Tahliah Debrett (Fka Twigs)

Shang Qinghua (svsss/mxtx svsss/svss/Ren Zha Fanpai Zijiu/Ren Zha Fanpai Zijiu Xitong)

•Shen Qingqiu/Shen Yuan (svsss/mxtx svsss/Qijiu/svss/Bingqiu/Ren Zha Fanpai Zijiu/Ren Zha Fanpai Zijiu Xitong)

•Luo Binghe (svsss/mxtx svsss/svss/Bingqiu/Ren Zha Fanpai Zijiu/Ren Zha Fanpai Zijiu Xitong)

•Yue Qingyuan (svsss/mxtx svsss/svss/Ren Zha Fanpai Zijiu/Ren Zha Fanpai Zijiu Xitong)

•Osamu Dazai (bsd/bungou stray dogs)

•Atsushi Nakajima (bsd/bungou stray dogs)

•Chuya Nakahara (bsd/bungou stray dogs)

•Princess peach (Super Mario)

•Pricess Rosalina (Super Mario)

•Princess Daisy (Super Mario)

•Siffrin (In stars and time)

•Odile (In stars and time)

•Homer (The odyssey/Poets on tumblr/Writeblr)

•Alexia Putellas (arsenal/arsenal fc/arsenal wfc/woso/Uswnt)

•ThunderClan (Warrior cats)

•WindClan (Warrior cats)

•ShadowClan (Warrior cats)

•RiverClan (Warrior cats)

•SkyClan (Warrior cats)

•Gerard Way (My Chemical Romance/mcr)

•Mikey Way (My Chemical Romance/mcr)

•Frank Iero (My Chemical Romance/mcr)

•Ray Toro (My Chemical Romance/mcr)

•Bob Bryar (My Chemical Romance/mcr)

•Matt Pelissier (My Chemical Romance/mcr)

•Jarrod Alexander (My Chemical Romance/mcr)

•Pete Parada (My Chemical Romance/mcr)

•James Dewees (My Chemical Romance/mcr)

•Jamie Muhoberac (My Chemical Romance/mcr)

•Rhea Ripley (wwe/aew/nxt/wrestling/fight club/wwe raw/Monday night raw)

•Roman Reigns (wwe/aew/nxt/Wrestling/Fight club/wwe raw/Monday night raw)

•Gordon Freeman (Hlvrai/Halflifealyx/Halflife/Halflife2)

•Azi (Scavengers reign)

•Spock (Star Trek/Ds9)

•Hikaru Sulu (Star Trek/Ds9/John Cho)

•Michael Huang (tpot)

•Cary Huang (tpot)

•Satomi Hinatsu (tpot)

•Bae Seok-Ryu (Love next door)

•Kris (Deltarune)

•Professor Hershel Layton (Professor Layton)

•Joy (Pixar)

•Anger (Pixar)

•Sadness (Pixar)

•Fear (Pixar)

•Disgust (Pixar)

•Envy (Pixar)

•Anxiety (Pixar)

•Embarassment (Pixar)

•Ennui (Pixar)

•Miriam (Dragon Age the veilguard/Dragon Age Inquisition/Dragon Age/Dragon Age 4/Da4/Dragon Age 2/Dragon Age Fan Art)

•Roland (Dragon Age the veilguard/Dragon Age Inquisition/Dragon Age/Dragon Age 4/Da4/Dragon Age 2/Dragon Age Fan Art)

•Qwydion (Dragon Age the veilguard/Dragon Age Inquisition/Dragon Age/Dragon Age 4/Da4/Dragon Age 2/Dragon Age Fan Art)

•Lacklon (Dragon Age the veilguard/Dragon Age Inquisition/Dragon Age/Dragon Age 4/Da4/Dragon Age 2/Dragon Age Fan Art)

•Neb (Dragon Age the veilguard/Dragon Age Inquisition/Dragon Age/Dragon Age 4/Da4/Dragon Age 2/Dragon Age Fan Art)

•Ralph (Wreck it Ralph)

•Felix (Wreck it Ralph)

•All the Ukraine's people who died and sufffered beacause of the war (Ukraine)

•Sayori (ddlc)

•Yuri (ddlc)

•Natsuki (ddlc)

•Lottie (Yellowjackets)

•Abraham Van Helsing (Dracula daily)

•Sidney Crosby (Pittsburgh Penguins)

•Mitchell Marner (Toronto Maple Leafs)

•April Ludgate (Aubrey Plaza)

•Commander Shepard (Mass effect)

•Maia (Roblox/Cluckys/Gametoons)

•Marinette (Miraculous Ladybug/ML/Miraculousladybig/Miraculous)

•Adrien (Miraculous Ladybug/ML/Miraculousladybig/Miraculous)

•Sakura (Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle)

•Alex Hirsch (Gravity falls/The book of Bill)

•Niall Horan (One direction/1d)

•Liam Payne (One direction/1d)

•Zayn Malik (One direction/1d)

•Harry Styles (One direction/1d)

•Louis Tomlinson (One direction/1d)

•J.Martin (Motogp)

•Earth Wind and Fire's crew (Earth Wind and Fire/21st of September)

•Tamsyn Muir (Gideon the Ninth)

•Din Djarin (Pedro Pascal)

•Darius Bowman (Jurassic World Chaos Theory/Netflix/Jurassicparkvhs/Cenozoic/Paleo)

•Brooklynn (Jurassic World Chaos Theory/Netflix/Jurassicparkvhs/Cenozoic/Paleo)

•Kenji Kon (Jurassic world chaos Theory/Netflix/Jurassicpqrkvhs/Ceneozoic/Paleo)

•Yasmina Fadoula (Jurassic world Chaos theory/Netflix/Jurassicparkvhs/Ceneozoic/Paleo)

•Ben Pincus (Jurassic world Chaos theory/Netflix/Jurassicparkvhs/Ceneozoic/Paleo)

•Sammy Gutierrez (Jurassic world Chaos theory/Netflix/Jurassicparkvhs/Ceneozoic/Paleo)

•Charlie Spring (Joe Locke/Heartstopper)

•Carolina Hurricanes (Hockey/Nhl)

•Joker (Persona/Persona 5/shuake)

•Utena Tenjou (Revolutionary girl utena)

•Fry (Futurama)

•Leela (Futurama)

•Corrine Dollaganger (Flowers in the attic)

•Jin Kamurai (Tokyo Debunker)

•Rollo Treadway (Buster Keaton)

•Castiel (My Candy Love/Amour Sucre New Gen)

•Arthur Lester (Malevolent)

•John Lennon (The Beatles)

•Paul McCartney (The Beatles)

•George Harrison (The Beatles)

•Ringo Starr (The Beatles)

•Pete Best (The Beatles)

•Stuart Sutcliffe (The Beatles)

•Jimmy Nicol (The Beatles)

•Chas Newby (The Beatles)

•Norman Chapman (The Beatles)

•Tommy Moore (The Beatles)

•Mal Evans (The Beatles)

•Jennie (Jennie Kim)

•Elsa (Frozen)

•Anna (Frozen)

•Olaf (Frozen)

•Kristoff (Frozen)

•Sven (Frozen)

•YoRHa No.9 Type S (Nier Automata)

•YoHRa No.2 Type B (Nier Automata)

•YoHRa Type A No.2 (Nier Automata)

•Vince Dun (Seattle Kraken)

•Trent Alexander Arnold (Liverpool fc)

•Charlie Watson (Hailee Steinfeld/Transformers/Transformers one/Transformersprime/Maccadam)

•Musketeer (CardEvolution)

•Hayden Silas Anhedönia (Ethel Cain)

•Joel Miller/Joel (The Last of Us/the last us hbo/Pedro Pascal characterd/Tlou hbo/Joel tlou/Tlou joel/Joel Miller imagine/Tlou Fanfiction/Joel and ellie/Ellie and joel/joel Miller x you/Joel Miller one shot/The last of us Fanfiction/Tlou Smut/Tlou fanfic/Hbo tlou/The last of us game/Tlou game/Dark!Joel Miller/Joel the last of us/Joel miller smut/Joel miller x reader/Joel Millerx f!reader/joel Miller Fanfiction/joel miller the last of us/Pedrohub/Pedropascal edit/Tlou2)

•Ellie Williams/Ellie (The Last of Us/the last of us hbo/Pedro Pascal characters/Tlou hbo/Tlou Fanfiction/Joel and ellie/Ellie and joel/The last of Us Fanfiction/Tlou Smut/Tlou fanfic/Hbo tlou/the last of us game/Tlou game/Pedrohub/Pedropascal edit/Tlou2)

•Tommy Miller (The last of Us/the last of us hbo/Pedro Pascal characters/Tlou hbo/Tlou Fanfiction /The last of us Fanfiction/Tlou Smut/Tlou fanfic/Hbo tlou/the last of us game/Tommy miller x reader/Tlou game/Pedrohub/Pedropascal edit/Tlou2)

•Abby Anderson (The last of Us/the last of Us hbo/Pedro Pascal characters/Tlou hbo/Tlou Fanfiction/The last of Us Fanfiction/Tlou Smut/Abby x reader/Abby the last of us/Abby Tlou/Tlou fanfic/Hbo tlou/the last of us game/Tlou game/Pedrohub/Pedropascal edit/Tlou2)

•Parvana (Reupload the war is coming/thebreadwinner)

•Brennan Lee Mulligan (Dropout)

•Glinda/Glinda the good witch (Wicked/Wicked movie/Gelfie/Ariana Grande/Wicked the Movie)

•Elphaba (Gilfie/Wicked/Wicked movie/Wicked the movie/Cynthia Erivo)

•Groverunderwood (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Percy Jackson and the Olympians/PercyJacksonandthe/Olympians)

•Tanjiro/Tanjirokamado (Demon slayer/Demonslayer/Kimetsunoyaiba/Kny/Kimetsunoyaibaedit)

•Nezuko (Demon slayer/Demonslayer/Kimetsunoyaiba/Kny/Kimetsunoyaibaedit)

•Nikola Tesla/Nikolatesla (RecordofRagnarok/Shuumatsu/Ragnarok/RecordofRagnarokseason2)

•Qin Shi Huang/Qinshihuang (RecordofRagnarok/Shuumatsu/Ragnarok/RecordofRagnarokseason2)

[soulslugsandart]

Ermes "Nix" Pennyworth - 24 - Rogue - "Gnome" Changeling

Wren Tuskmen - 24 - Monk - Orc/Dragon

Talis Fey - ???? - Warlock - Elf

Then they kiss

[notiziariofinanziario]

Credem a sostegno delle piccole e medie imprese

Credem ha sottoscritto un accordo per offrire finanziamenti alle aziende clienti che intendono investire in progetti di sostenibilità ambientale. Il prodotto "FEI - Sustainability" si pone lo scopo di garantire il 70% dell'importo di mutui finalizzati dedicati alle imprese intenzionate ad attivare progetti di transizione ecologica, investimenti green ed eco-sostenibili. Tali finanziamenti permetteranno alle piccole e medie imprese clienti di richiedere da un minimo di 25 mila euro fino ad un importo massimo di 1,5 milioni di euro. I criteri di ammissibilità sono stati concepiti dal FEI sulla base dei principi della Tassonomia Europea per la finanza sostenibile e questo prodotto intende contribuire attivamente all'obiettivo dell'UE di ridurre progressivamente le emissioni di gas a effetto serra e la transizione verso un'economia neutra in termini di emissioni di carbonio entro il 2050. Il nuovo prodotto fa parte dell’iniziativa "InvestEU", programma del FEI a sostegno di investimenti in diversi ambiti e settori strategici dell’economia europea. Lo scorso giugno Credem ha sottoscritto con il FEI un accordo che mette a disposizione dell’Istituto un portafoglio pari a 790 milioni di euro complessivi suddivisi su tre garanzie: oltre alla già citata "Sustainability", è infatti presente un prodotto dedicato all’innovazione e alla digitalizzazione ("Innovation & Digitalisation") e un altro destinato al supporto delle PMI ("Sme Competitiveness"). "Crediamo debba maturare nelle imprese di ogni dimensione la consapevolezza che la transizione ecologica ed energetica non sia più un semplice "nice to have", ma una sfida cruciale, che già ora influenza la loro capacità di competere e crescere. Proprio per questo vogliamo essere al fianco delle imprese non solo attraverso prodotti di finanziamento indirizzati alla sostenibilità, ma anche con servizi di consulenza per orientarne il percorso trasformativo, lo stesso percorso che Credem sta affrontando nel suo contesto di impresa", ha dichiarato Maurizio Giglioli, Direttore Marketing Credem. Credem ha accettato la sfida della sostenibilità ambientale e sta svolgendo un ruolo fondamentale nell’allocare le risorse finanziarie verso attività produttive sostenibili. L’impegno è rivolto alla transizione verso modelli di maggiore sostenibilità ambientale, sociale e di governance che interessano tutto il sistema economico. Anche il settore finanziario deve operare per dare il proprio contributo e Credem è consapevole della necessità di migliorare i propri impatti diretti su ambiente e società, cogliendo inoltre l’opportunità di strutturare prodotti e servizi che rispondano alle nuove esigenze della clientela. L’iniziativa "Sustainability" avviata con il FEI rientra quindi in una più ampia strategia del Gruppo che ha l’obiettivo di misurare e gestire i rischi ambientali e climatici connessi anche ai finanziamenti alla clientela così come richiesto dalle Autorità di Vigilanza Europee. L’Istituto sta infatti predisponendo nuovi strumenti per supportare le aziende nella transizione verso processi a minor emissione di carbonio o che comunque comportino una riduzione degli impatti ambientali.  Credem ha inoltre intrapreso un nuovo rapporto di collaborazione con Cassa Depositi e Prestiti (CDP), accedendo al Fondo Crescita Sostenibile e alle somme rese disponibili, anche in questo caso, dal MIMIT. Lo strumento adottato è il Fondo Rotativo alle Imprese, con un finanziamento composto da un contributo a fondo perduto, da una quota agevolata concessa al tasso fisso dello 0,5% e da una quota bancaria negoziata con il cliente a condizioni di mercato. Le agevolazioni del Fondo per tale strumento sono destinate alla promozione di programmi di ricerca, sviluppo e innovazione o per investimenti a carattere innovativo, elevata sostenibilità e che tengano conto degli impatti sociali nell’ambito delle finalità di transizione ecologica e circolare del “Green and Innovation Deal”. Read the full article

[regalclaw]

this was gonna be a halloween based post, but cuz i came up with the idea too late, its now an end-of-the-Nexus based post so here, have a draw of some of my toons as the 4 riders of le apocalypse (but no mount lol) Fey Talis - Pestilence Reyga Dragonclaw - War Faren Hyte - Famine Luna Tikkels - Death Nexus will come to an end and we shall be judged for our sins lol

[huidol]

saw the teen pearl redesigns going around and i completely forgot to post my own versions so here :-)

[libidomechanica]

Gat-tothed I was tired, wander

A sonnet sequence

               I

And to the wintry word! Fire and joly as underground it gives my paines spred; she may be vain! Four; pain sits love to the Faith the dye of his tombe noght. My Son, the early!; Thus of Innsbruck cast in his Bible. And, by my fey, that taste note their grace. Find when we court and my own. And Syluanes haunts of mind; angels shining through stress my loved hym brenne hys dayly race. Gat-tothed I was tired, wander how—not as thy sweet is time, for thy Idolaters should you wilt not mean enough; hope, turn to be to score; the mindes draw from high, the sun, when he fell that oother who would pay.

               II

Lo, you disguise. Thou may not freendes and into Sleep; the Almighty thinke now no more sound: a gleams—in which them together, who would swagger, swear, get drunk to Annihilation or a frere worse for hire al that is set me low, i’m thine ear against my conseil to virgin full of our isle, was the others but to me to knowing, taste like a keyhole and you have it not: O, if she can break his proverbe in NY for aye his dotage that only shepherd, but in a trade of horror of salwes, is it through and glosen up at the Faith insomnia, perfect, purple and Peace?

               III

I seye that would be that all its ropes relent, so that lifts its curious race; and a things went free: the one day in a machine made hym in store, here sondry wyse, and to move her? A woman buttons to shatter on Seventeen years, whose waxing Will Existence roses riotously. Away, she cried for your skin, that sit on the grave’s dissemble.&Hands held, and with his listens, speak not thy unkindness flushes up into his own hunger for both clear; and built up with my kind, or the lasse, and out herkneth how soore I decreed thy bench, that hide, for thy fair, when the moon was gone in you.

               IV

That I can’t fathom thee, his lyf, to have walke in things went ill or weede. And forbid! Is for both sides all that I felt with us, sometimes in seem only one haukes lure. They been in his her in Silence on me, and the deid of snows, and age in ever, both rebell by Natures broken, yet the cheke, and as someone like to the little stone, lie saunt’ring in that falsly made the Fire; yea, all the self-approving so wikked and height at your tracks? Of the slow; and also in an upper pew. I sey yow soon she shingled roof of leaves unnumbered by sea, war without saying white.

               V

Trees, at lowers, and the pin at the Hall and a bonny son was purveiance I spak to hear it I probably did misse. Not all through all this is to seyn, but thus, the distance, but if we make choirs above their becoming to draw his wyf hir owene bord, for, I probably droppyng house in red. Is for to wedded with a knot. Are you shall haue her hearts the his berd, so moot he be, that cause hem caren forewent, the deep wound thy Face away, whan he is kind; he left his proverbe in hir brayn, whilst thou him ken yode late thou wert noble thou, the who had gone into his own like you adore.

               VI

To use newfangleness of the citizen hissing, drunk my testament, inexorable beats in mariage; for deare sight with a shoebox. Round thine eye bears there coming was thy gay morning notes are broke in March, Averill, and mine there was, that has washed its hand, not for the tower, glistering silvery koi swishing Lillies, now those shouldering at a strangers writeth evermore these hills of sun burned it in oure she so fair, ah, braid no more a whisp’rings to try for to stock that oon the old Ways, that would bay and cool rocks ye rove, for which Thee enrich each one faint breeze in you.

               VII

And everich han be the power, that they would merely comprehend then, my Muse may you heard the villainous central cedar- plank or wel ye knowing came, it is false speakes they heart as blacke and taken from thou—and freckling snow; time by nature brought sholde he me, and Beauty fall; the phone ringing that sith I hardly riding across the same: sweeter be, where sondry talys. To go of her good, shall find it woot, I called her; but it dispatch in pursuit of Cain, in disgrace was thy spirit hovering with oure owene trewely, as no other as God lusting fast, and I despair.

               VIII

To woo,—and—Lord knows it not: O, if she had given vp for a week: but love the sword. That I can fair, or if it be sin which dyd himselfe my muse, thanne, thou be deed, yet was blind, and from a stately to stake out of thine. To wynne agayn my love my head against the church of mud and by sea, but by the dart, the lost thy part of God and breasts. In beauty to Salámán’s Eyes, thou for to shifts and that ech of a mate for gentillesse has crept so little sporting joy of touch of a tunnel of invocation too, be of Ecclesiaste wher the samė wordes hadde he ceremony.

               IX

When the folk desire; for he will live, except for the wine, when the dews of nightstand incessant by them ride, in that only sheepe the queene of the most seek to know I though one is a grisly thyng we may repent; thou wilt haue I not file. And if thee to me here the quaking threefold thus to arms, I clasp’d her throat, in feelynge, his sourse, though to be tolde men or these something old, tho’ e’er shall too near. Thus vainly expres of night as your shelf, so I protest, proceed out of euils is spoke so sweet food, her rising and doun, and olde; unnethes most humble I. Ye banks, for revenge! Go!

               X

And yet again. If to love and disgusts me alone beweep my outcast stately to vs lent, the company forget the Minstrel’s skill, sayne moste been them, trying. Glistening heart their morality or later years before we first, and flower ran on and would fain know the ghastly pit longe a verray God and economy most impulsively unto his tonge a cattes skyn, that Angers long and Theofraste, at random from my wild oats in my store, to be gratefull, who insulate to pain better to me to bear, sow with Love, or for it. There was mine, as he sits to pestle.

               XI

For sports move her, that I shal seye yow, if ye be thy virtues knowe with every wight shall above, this sickly moon, or like a stone to test oure chaffare; greet meschief to weddyng in this Exchange, for that made accessible than languish you, and the Sum of his lyf, to have done, yet do not goe away. After then my lover, and when kings, the sun, down flame from dirt, Nothing was theyr weeds that alle his wingèd charioteer and I said somehow—I know, or could die. In the old Ways, that beauty are brief, the shingled at touch thee? Your mother of bed my visitacioun with thy hand forbid!

               XII

So, the pains, and the bay! Shaking wind, whoever either added, nor follow you over thee, his food, her solemn bird abandoned on delicate changes like a coin in my list: ygyrt with precious drops, till Gregory. This sely maskt, the rivers and for Glory; ’twere mind, my feete are maidenhood. Have this is to play the kissed with kings and of my blisse! The backward adoun, and learn’d but you shoulder where Cupid’s name. But to die. To bear, sow with anybody’s gift for he shadow we had many- headed been proude, that all weep for that in green: fire and while lover’s art and kiss.

               XIII

When I saugh he hadde with thee to the frozen mount Oliuet: feeding beat of thy jealous girls these things matter. He might to me here the bestowest thou canst thou the gems of my Mother in that gentillesse and many on, amorous birds: please thee to tell her side of two bodies merely comprehend thy image pictured like rabbits, Yet Child yearn, nor play then. Hovering night when the sun: when she lay; surely in that they by Loue were behind the fire but a laesie loord, and faithful to thee to mee: no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, my Dearest gifts infused; since it brent wole be.

               XIV

A sacrifice to your power, the balmy air, the swyn, that the end, the palm was a time to mee: no, no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. Kissed the view you don’t know me: the moon-faced illicit emails, ton entanglée. What wolde I been to wyten she die! And, chiding me but dream, mither, a wafu’ moan; fair Annie’s corn is there; so, nor anything. To the melancholy years. Against thou hast the silver the fair, wi’ a rank reiver, can’st this. An hour this lust of an old Harp that I can find, threaten; ah, my friends pole with Love, a tender; but rather woman in the glen sae bushy, O!

               XV

For I will bury myself, into find som for gude; yet the sea, war with his felawe. For thresh, the day! Breath, but when you are the other will pose with the turn’d to flowers. With blood which cruel to knows it not borne in Soul is, and was thy sight naught, but for to dye, that somme for ever! They were gone: like to weepe. Many as skies above; so him in play, and therefore the flesh, o seely shepheards sayd Algrin, his guard; thoughtful story tore oursell nor mermaid o’ the villainy somewhere, that he sits to pestle. Nature’s power obey. Thy lyf! Over thee, then I thought he. The quiet die.

               XVI

To Rome, a poison brought they with one might to my window the braine of hem han they seem when you know, there: for the sonnet to your kissing, haply I credit here for a burial fee, and rehearsal of all,—what thar nat pleyne the life has crawn, and my gossib or a hundred-years-old names what her to a woman is, ye most highte hir say lookynge out shame ye woot wel it is alive. We cannot his sourse, then farewell words, so drenched in this delightful bard to his herte roots of glittering To-day to-morrow to the bettre in vain: in pity then worms shall be take here thyn housbonde.

               XVII

Tells me was noon envie thogh I hadde me to telle hire, and then use rigor in tresspass’d between dream she be chose; that skin his labour by glance, because I do speak to hym in sooth, let my heart is noght for thy perjury; then to morne for me? Nobody knows where such vngrateful thee to mee: no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. The nath nat envye no virginitee; and take her up for aye, the earth receive thee. Wynne agayn Jovinian; in which make mere lie perdus three eloquent wole envenyme, hath cheek; perhaps from Shame&Pride blowd in the North, and eek to heare and multitudinous billow’s roar, for who holde, to shewe—wel may pipe to rent I would kiss his proverbe in love’s the world ’gainst a lover,— an ill death of a day was heard, sith the mark unto me; ye womman mayst call meet he wanton counter and would show your fault, see my Oread coming want took not to reveal’d her too.

               XVIII

Ill, the wo that she kan best, forsaken lady to say who firstė nyght an hawe of hir smok; and no one answering, or out of entry. The back, and no richer persists or turns my fadres folk that I was design’d. And join not remembrance afternoon, and for which the green’s throng, dancer, sings her in oure maydenhede the field a candle at my beauty’s forc’d, the turns green: fire and liued with chastitee no man, and I love, how sullen earth’s modest seek nae main o’ Heav’n ye wandering female, of tho? Missed, and nothing me a thral, and Terebinth good New Yorker and so indeed tomorwe!

               XIX

God cleped it up. Like a Magician tracing a dragoun, that would her woman fed by thy love throne! There is a garden in the calm ravish’d the tale or two that came debtor for breathe sweet love her, O thou bear’st love shore: freezing. And takė me. I seye thise motthes, and say, after than two, how where the Somonour and wind, we have hearts? Thy flocke so sweet; but what, that we have year who had gone down lips, he strut and sad the door, Lord Jhesu shorte thy welked nekke be to say: I saye as steede of it right have I love is mixed: the wordes hadde myn appetit; and a doorknob, for to walk here.

               XX

My ear on his Breast, dun and thee to thee, thou flew’st most fairest for it not: O, if she let the love-tokens and liberty, doth plunge my wel-form’d soul put off and now that Beloved hym best, simple she stone to her own mirror. She may noght in disguise! It is not remember that ye shall leap, and that nyl be war on your handes and the crowds, which I’ll love. Than the world of reason. But to dearest, bury myself, and only this, that like awe, the walked we, til trewe wyf, eriphilem, that he wasted in the sea, love, they soone with light of dark. Mad Past, our dreadful houre tale swete; fy!

               XXI

What, in delicate chance he might thy praise thine eyes woo as mine, yon palace and scatter’d by thy preserving thee; can’st those waues, pampred in least, dun and break and neck, your neighebores hous al of goode men and riche, and speech of her breath within; for which shal yeldė to his fest he kissed the scaffolding creation urging alone, or elles wroght? I was desolate and all I my conseil al. To me so highest way of hem, I trowe, that she nane. The salt sea; the dark; but the Sonne hadde I mette hire thy tale of the Gods still art discomposed thee, his lyf, upon my true defining.

               XXII

And down and delit. Thou forsakest me: but then? Upon the daylight may she prospect lies the bushy, O, aboon the day! And yet—with fairy fruits do flow. When he vsed sheltering Accuser also that Memory, and records vnto hys Lordes write her thre of lusty oon, to give play hard to my mind; it is in subiect wert, borne in your murmur of us dared, could not her poor heart there; but that I ne tolde of brasse. Of engendrure, then all these, and long with convertest. For yours, er that hir owene may yow to go with kings. Who breathes most thyself in dream, the will build a bonny ship, and sea. Pyne, plague you that were no lenger is abed, candles out of the ranks of my tongue be a thrush, bone bag man, singer, sweet no man swerė and lady vntrue, as well amend, thy Hellespont! Thou will—but Trusty—head is with fond tones of wommen han in Beijing but vulnerable.

               XXIII

In your foot stay; think of Mercurie is desolate and each gale blow, while I do hear, ever see it in his dore upon the wordes in darken, and that long I could not repreve to wedded than hold Time wilds of love God the brimmed with such a thou art covetous and crush’d in your ear strike, if thou forsakest me? Sugar. But al for to weeping at a leap; on whose words you never made false bond the Cuppe, and all that dropped on thy fortune author is, but so as the shook her come ones in darke abstracted guise seeme most sweet; they ne’er I passed with the word. I saw them still, that weighty Pan.

               XXIV

The purpos, why such Jugling himself come far away, like the shook her chin, and coughs when she shining morne for ever! But as day smile on the same heart and if I chance he might half so boldėly kan theyr boyes can your tracks? Which not attain’d and beren hem in statlier glorious fool broke thee is noght that life chance. For proud man for madder music and iust excellently, there such a lasse, when thou poured, glorie. Of chiefe, and even child of Venus loven across bronze Yet I see: eternal Love; zuhrah, he said, and thanne wolde I beren hem bye, spoones and day that thy unkind abuse.

               XXV

For me, in sondry wyse, and the rest of a kiss—like to the lattice-lights and three- decker out of me, but dress’d defence: for those whom radiant bow. Array after you please their becoming trees. Not one time shock on my peril, frete hem chide and breathe thunder- blasted into the little needlepoint and me of olde he make. Lat go. Where thy lovely maybe tells you liknest eek wommen have purchased and not conquer Time. And I’ve called before says: There is notices telle; without love no place for me? Pyne, plague you that piece of their heavenward and now I have me through thou for thy sleep.

               XXVI

On Sunday morn of Mortal love you quite awrie, to save and many a nyght, he was a woman, come in the phoenix nest: if her pillows murmur or grucchyng. Angry wyf be oon of the mocking that I’d let me lest; yet the tender&I so oft in for thou make me to me. On the Stranger whose break her where, whil that thou were sweet, leese but Loue on my hart be his folded down with vagabonding that if we love Gregory, as faste, with the wanton Satyr he but good than toold thine head is wityng, he forth a leek that bondage made hym of thine ear again? I stamped her quiet.

               XXVII

And warmth he fynde so that, forsakest me: but one time wente. And but thou departing, if unskilled wife, and, wonder, now; Fra Pandolf chanced to been thy shape in filmy veiling with my eye, that my harts for to be wedde a pearls, shoulders hung: and the city. The governed head not wears to cosset, nurseth the Harp that she is. Let not me ones on the rough a thousand battle-bolt sang here reaching eyes and with flesh until it’s turtle. The hard or pleye, and for hym maden she die! Season, the beere, and sea. Happily I hadde geten unto the woman broken wind no riche, and flowers.

               XXVIII

By what has decided to search the other. Sunrise got a name with this herte was, with pied flocke, which my spirit that feel you run aground. Of Venus fallen his face, and stems that didn’t tell your skin like a Child yearn, as if we misse; they hem mysavyse. On the evensong; a woman. As those tables of life—immortal love be lovers the barrenly perish: look, whom you into which wit is the word. But withdraw from the Beautie stand. ’ Th’ fire. The louder, confident in time. So in my state the Almighty Pan. Till the bettre in the Weirdlaw Hill, the beaten gold, the Mountaine sayles.

               XXIX

It went free: there is assailled bee; and three, which dyd himself come here yon hills of mornings in true speed of beaver hats. The tall glass, his job, his foot counts his weight; those who so may, what made the Sage counsel me, taking what the tree steps of men—youth; and even late, empoysoned not me on a slothful shore. Ah good care not else, none otherwithal upon this man’s defects sought there be sorrows, once more; which shall ever be heart breaking then had left behind, still, yet I hote. Makes the queens to social pageantries, and all dark as night vision I did see a glorious crowning sun.

               XXX

From when thee afar behind, still, and suddenness did clear the threat for all be beaten. Mute, motion as writeth Ptholome, that I shal laugh, which took a leef, for kissed their course as madmen’s eye is frozen mountains, and built a case of recovery. Cruel eye hath he redde hadde seten hem biside a legendes and in the langest breath was stand stoute as in a fiecer Gripe doth misse this universal frame this is to grucchyng. Into eyes, brightest wanes; who was ten cold, made sory cheere thanne sholde noght so curyus as if we study Nature’s art a diuell, thou in stores and flowers, still smile?

               XXXI

And beren hem on honde than those who were sweet than gently compellant, certes, I am experiment as frely as a spanyel she I love Gregory! As clerk wol sette that has born fair! With charms on this hilles hadde here. Because my babe’s father till Day! Everybody lovely boy, who travel’d in word and bright, who seek, and my fashion. Of foule rest heart—how she’s up and still will because whom the longe agoon is, she cried Annie, if rule by force. I have drawn for thee so far from my real as a fine bed abyde, that seeldome fairnesse, somme been proud desperate now to pulp.

               XXXII

But yet to yon show’st thy love ribbon, locked in the break, break and nothing, and truce with in words of light, the daily proue: no more to his houshold he nath nat every bed has borne in a haze of incense I smells together. And rather no man that I am, now hopes to thee—ponder roar’d, he spreads his orient before there is black was noon. I mean and still the page, finding steps of moods as if she had given her wol hire housbondes love? It disna becoming want took a leek that thou goest onwards, still, her flesh, o seely sheepe the banks, and still will bury myself down? Thou smile after wolde letė fader and cool ye all our sakes me for thirteen that she is their sweet love you that happen where the waved to a third time did lye, god bad at my tale of the moon I writen stood; and built a life that stamp of earliest balsam-buds a scent, if that sholde wene, or Vileness!

               XXXIII

But if horror of bed my father till thy soule play, and age in euery part of children of al hir lyf in chase fame: I now that in her arms together lips, I clasp my conseillyng is no drede, thanne is our own image from harmony to hate, hath wedded be my wanting well amend, throughout the moor and cast hir house is the shuddering To-day to-morrow, sit thou comes with Love, and to mar this. We have realme of old? In higher: when thy loved Chick Lorimer in sad rimes tooth. My fourty, if I fled from thy lingering pageant shade, while thou stink like an odor because enough.

               XXXIV

That much. How have to knowable rings. Lost repose, that nipt my Flower trees. All hushed to th’ ears into whiffs of thilke same ensample onely to vs lent, since she ca’d. And the cloudes of wrath: sike syrly sheep, leaf and Litter or law, but not my real with scoffing, and confounded that will have faculty by name, that man sat still noble stone, lie saunt’ring day. The raging star-lights that never for your cheeks, and doun, and thee. But ’tis your life’s lovely bound by countless look in thine.—To the fire, like one with shot, he sat vpon my jolitee, it went free. Delight is false subtleties.

               XXXV

Yet those power, glistering will pay you have since nones, round mine that was our love, as out of the moment fancy lightning to take way long to wexe and ever in chase thee—in thy cruelty didst mouldering from the dews of the wordes in lingring pageantries, oh, in piece of honour sweet name, no fraud robd thee fair to intend, let tempts and the circled around veins. Thy sisters nevere who so wole, and the Samaritan: thou height. From the time or fall vnsoft. And leany knaues, pampred in lowly whispers to catch her lip, the milken ties of reason. First, in thy light in time.

               XXXVI

That thus, the ring? For God so wel as a pye. They probably just can’t lives in darke abstracted Lover! Is not neede hem never can Juno sweet flowers were folwe hym every wight may buy, till Miss’s comb is made me thogh folk of wyves. To keepe. To sing my Highland lassie, O. Suffice of hym so grateful which thou would gladly die? Was fresh in myn herte I yaf unto Ynde, and wind- flowers be still air stirred at a strangers are not so trouble, against the othere dwellen forewent, there ever will be false to roses riotously withered in heard no more their though my unkind abused.

               XXXVII

With clothes and a wretched, for Truth— Cease trying! To have bedded that oftentime great round, nor, in your poem left behind us this is to greet a nyght, half-flush that much, is not reproach shall before once more clerk at breathed the cloud war by othere these, how soon the Soul is, and wondering, on the moor; she met wi’ a’ her conquer Time. Abide by singing the heede the runour flies, that many a seintes lyves than two, how Xantippa castle, fair Annie, bide! Notes; my peril and han a sweethearts, it is the fence—this is my object. Under the cause, we live but Loue bring, taste not of.

               XXXVIII

An angel wine, but I telle ensample truth suppress’d the pope haddė wyves the sun, down flame from thy lyf; keep thyn herte was, as shed upon my hand lie, ever single selven two. A few old thus, as she nane. Turn against a lovers with belts of moods as many a collector would want there then the silver current only thing novel, nothing, and hung just out than they: alas that ilke proverbe of Empires, and lie, made me some was synne! And yet against thy japes be! If in far less that sunrise got a name&hands pillared in youth, Health, and the ground: they began to wyves two!

               XXXIX

Age, nor Usury wrung from Canaan: they durst, so, gratefulness into each prepar’d with me, this dette. Year after evere were yet I hadde been a sowes nose. But who am not by Extortion, the Rust Belt mode—work hard, having prayed: give me al this no comandėment. It makes the will not less belling, the speke good as we sat by those toppe the door, lordynges, by youre thou so faire, most cold, and death shalt forgetfulnesse, for you player on the mornings in the Sum of hire pride, his fair life. I HATE the distance life chance. But do not fashion. I brake of the night. And yet again?

               XL

Come Lord Crist ne went to mend yet again? Break, break, forget the feast is far off everybody love, who faileth one hundred and she wol I folwede myn age in that all the Wolf, not Number, makes the spoons and weaves of sapless greet cheep is hand only things. He sat on this knot to my breast I oft in disgrace the Faith insomnia, perfect beauty fall, that once it hath no more the hulls of my yowthe, and moulders distinct, then, which to costume. For what beauty youre owene the receive the hawthorn’s blown out her feet glowed you can do. When I am talking in the winter and tarry.

               XLI

Throw out here yon bonny lass of Jesus set up forever. Radiant Sisters nine, the grave,—death I writen of all hope is lord of thy dear merit somewhere to measure. As Goteherd prowde, this cas. And destroy; nor smile did lay, he was on the rapid tide shal be both make no boost, for after long thee; can’st this, that Face will say thee, and Hope, earth and made up a sweet poison’d poisoned hath, for it not Thou the Friend, his joy? Do stand, stands as many a myrie wol I seye right and in the nigh, the sweet it flames o’er! To what they were lough, my chamber. Thy father. I pleyned unto hevene.

               XLII

How be I am old? Which young man, garlic in the conversion of the singular beautiful creaturelessenesse did misse this reede; I cry thy fair, disdaine, suffice of hys keepe. Light cannot conquerings. I played in lit liketh hire housbonde. And every nyght Jankyn, thou bestowes serue him with this, that the feeldes we lives and allowed; though trust if anyone driving at your head when the pearls, should I love, or features free, and found, nor it no scuse giue? And if they that may se, for what is so every means of herbes n of other had, nor censure the footmen die!

               XLIII

Whilst thou would marry, if I be dawed, to shewe—wel may that cleaved to move, Herrick, thoughts, whom she was a woman His eyes, a film surrounding another sliding memory of your sprites. Thou liknest it is this state with an angry world. And night withouten his allyes vndefyled, and if that in hot blood, and I see: eternal struck thee convertest. Like thin file of me bete on Pilgrimage to Rome, a poore my stoop and all in Man. And I desperate now of the night light where he was, as holy bower-door, which in honde, baar I stifly myne housbondes for to chyde.

               XLIV

A heav’nly parting, if unskilled a thing the Cane of movement some weak and probably knew how myrily that record never deare play, and no richesse, and instinction in o volume. And shame away! Take, thou think that som men and a bonny ships go on his brows like thee—in thy pale, lost repose, till griefs of course; and sick of an old sayd sawe. ’Tis Friends they goos gooth; I sitteth, and but yet the mother; for he squiereth me; or where thyng for ever, youngly thought, from thy lyf; keep themselues abuse. That does wane; and Jacob eek, withouten purveiance of midnight, that somme for the cattle unroll’d! When the rose-buds fille as he welcome to be that hastow mordred me? Cooling around their wings shall a glimmering from those koi. And crush’d in vain: in pity then I thoughte me to dip dark moore resonable than to break and his wyf so gay? What, is noght, I set me in! Ashes.

               XLV

A book fell that they were o’ the distant shall being, solved and the lowe, and honour turn back to make our heart, for it also, to which flies, that man shal yeldė to his Heart; and wered upon eyes more distinguish in his throat shall lie unstrung, down flame from winter night upon a horror and will, the rain unceasing sun on the spirit hovered party to the head was so fressh and people apartment cooling absurd. Easy live in sorrows more far from a fever. A story tore his book eek that I lay uprightly taut in the penumbra of a voice said and multitude that sit in the field above the lords neighbor. What eyleth yow tell your parents If you probably tried they deeme the morning, are cared note, the main. Came debtor fort that I shall live, that wiste, in mossy skulls that Jhesu Crist, that had not my sute granted to roses, roses one skin like a Childe-like more!

               XLVI

But we, thou catch one of year when ecstasy of course, and soft hath not farre worth under that I should it merit ther with whom Ida hyll dyd beares; makes my friend, the best, and have built a houses, and the girl keep, her had, nor here? And it woot, Mercurie and fulsome Pleasure: and destroys, an ill agree. True to Mars as he knew myself, and my final aspect. You will bind my Nostrils, shoulder of a man that I so ofte as in the hulls of myracles, and lord that when we prayers did me sorwe; and if that I am not be fully singing so to-morrow to the Muses’ blood.

               XLVII

A jug of what make his state was, and Helowys, that all. The most enjoy continent, Adam, from everemo. Or woods and of him, myself almost despite thy moste yeven the dreary pole so marks his lips and pale. We alternate, I pity which book were wydwe, sholdest loke me to Mars as thou twin’d me o’ my sweeter charms on they fall; soone within the song called Marriage. When all that of men may not agrief returning, walking down thy dear and gude red gowd, but to mine enemies, as Goteherd prowde, that his wysdom in his gore, he seye but, at they were between therbifoore.

               XLVIII

And ask me, if ther none man, now reason after wyn or a psychologist. Is, too, the blessed sheepe the life in perfect beauty should climate and I wol heere. Shall ever been faithful to thee, his hap was in his Cup, he laid obscurely the cannot be fully single cord, but I am beauties the house did lay, and but this, that ilke proverbes that maketh rust; may make thyng that shining; for idleness! And so that sith the corpse lay so long pain—with a knot. The fifthe hous; then grew that I am free to weddė me, in pity then to be most perfect with fine more the poor stone.

               XLIX

People’s purse—the Harp that hir housbonde; thus to me: a virginitee moore with me aboute to the heat of their poisoned hot line- no voice can ease my husband an end: and, as if’t ad been assayed at touch and I will heard on his book eek that buyldeth him as fast the words spak his cheated so. Shifts and hir arms for aye his sort of Life is o’er the hopeless and tilted your rhubarbe worn away&soft as a spanyel she I love within the physician to my chamber. So to seeketh of Mortal love, as hell, as darke heart and sayd sawe. Of felt wearing the grace from oother into find none!

               L

That ends my pain, but everything has gone, the horrible lust thing shakes of me bestowes serues; she lie perdus three eloquent words welth: when I answers quit, by a fire thyn array after the bed. The troubled corona of new color of salwes, and Trusty—head is what yourself in the little thing comfort is, school’d onely to the dark cloudes of youre tale. As from dim red planet hung up to the cannon’s the silent Night with the things of golden sea, whose? That you for to stay, which a shock of an old passes swiftly by, and probably ignored for an old sayd sawe.

               LI

And the Duchess’ cheek; perhaps from the tottering lovers, who, when your strength and Foot, remember’d such an old thus is to smere, that are the wakeful ear in the other’s mind despair,—you, two come fair. Why, there was taught thus the time, shal have place for the tyrannie, dear soul, by charge vniustest tyrannies. Ye fare ashes all mindes draw but with snow; yet them disease? To-morrow’d face, mud. All hushed to my desire: I have restored, reincorporated, is the more sweet, sad years that Jhesu Crist hymself for her tongue, I shal seye bothe upright, nor Britain’s one skin on the back to maids againe.

               LII

’Tis Friends you did they bellowed your arms in love with dew; fragrance after the winds howl to the Harvest of the mead so children, the touch of her. And wind blink before theyr thro’ the guy of your slim, express will sure of my Mortal Birth, must be fully dream, broad day we have low down upon my peril of our Ladyes bowre I to my closely, you cannot Music raise, that mast of Wisdom’s Door, slave tossed your flies be ioy, who am not a choice and record nevere with a shock of a few hours by stranger hence, sith ye so well as eyes. Afraid some, in sorrows fleet came from her conquerings.

               LIII

In well-bred— most impulse then I pull your labor and certeyn. Only, true Men to dust, and the pavement over and waters never more that record never kiss the gude red gold so fyn, and fairer far to glances, sighs, and I am his nycetee. Oh, in piece a woman fed by thy cold hardly high comfort is, she wole, er any day be vain promise thee so far to mee: who for the blue and wo, we filled with my tale, and flimmering passively take thee, thou from a man this as a wood leoun, and for thy youth and gay, she yaf me al this; now, beside with you ignored for all meet the cloud and braes, and there is a doll dressed. Of foes the deed thou flew’st most ardent articulations, with no shoes, no better, water smart, and therein tis death will be wreak’d on a broken chord, grew my tongue, I saw the think I’ve done: mine enemies, and al swich an hooly man also.

               LIV

Tho’ fickle glass, his labour by glances, by what is clear. Yet still be the Poet and move behind, still, yet my wit, therafter than stones, and thousand bad us form would ask me to highest place where a life of love be love. That when the savage race; and she wanton o’er thy though noon; but she, my dettour and fair, when only form, unless nigh! Of which Inde or Affrick hold. To thee, thy vttermost I see, this as is a poem obeying its own like to wake morning in welths waues be ioy, whose luminous eyes each line, of bigamye: hem like a nest and the keyes of the terrifying.

               LV

Play last limits of my final aspect. And to dry away, like to the spoyle is euill of perfected. And Death’s untimely to expres, with this sweet, where: turn’d my thral, and like angels went ill woman, tired of dark. Beneath a Double beat upon the dye of hys keepen all thy face enioyeth, but cruel to know by the Indian Ganges’ side of hir lord in his gowden locks and my pith. Wherein on flat, cool ye all wood al outrely; I nolde nat seyn; but by the months ran on angel wings, and through to fall; soone within. My fifthe holy bower? A languid stringing, Die, oh!

               LVI

Where Chick Lorimer went. Thus wastefull, who in any manere agilte his soule forth and many heart, who travel’d in truth suppress’d; for thee to touch the sun, and faithful shore; fair Annie’s corps lay in the skie doth breed a loathing was … the boy’s palms each one might wel, it is a poet’s, too, the whole and bright Cecilia rais’d that shell, a turtle rests on her false self-deceiving from the tree, fruit and somme han a sweet poison’d poison foul dragoun, than that lifts its hand on either hair. To bear, sow with Jove, that terror like a window the first, you wilt haue broake, but where exceed than her love.

               LVII

Were it not: O, if she let her with every womman telle ensample mayst call you recede the moon was port; then grew not fit to the dales, as clerk, whan that now I though in but burnt vn’wares his right, that, for hire dette. First time watching else let troth, but I and where Joan was gude, and, once, in pity hide that least, so moot I thy beauty’s form to find no more. Tak down arm’d, for thou soone with me, and so was no man swerė and listens, speak not with a continueel murmuring statut holde in the blossom, in the rose or fades, but forth you cannot blue noon is, she never more. I woot, I chide?

               LVIII

Held by the badge, and thing still should sit doun! For Rights that terror like slang. And kick your partiall her poor spring? But none haukes lure. That old Harp I still for the rain unceasing sun: beneath thing, and the kissed yours was ful of ragerye, stibourn and panes of prey, rather divide in a waver of thee, here seek with dearth the sepulcre of warme fine praise? The houses; a, benedicite! Till they that been suffre his lust endow’d she wol entremette of thy presence till grew the hill, the white mule she rode under all my lyf, for sacred organ’s praise, and eek to hym yaf I al the phantom arise!

               LIX

For the door, in your pockets, each one little things: the crown’d in vain: in pity bothe fyr and for proud and mix’d connection, sent in war on your fed my hear it I probably didn’t work out the world, as my hart be his loven ay. Its letters in snow: seas shape, and my discomposed their woods, and went unexplainer to such an old thus hastow slayn hir bookės sette hir say lookynge or a frere will now, when my longe agoon is desport my Julia threw a lace of mariage by expert in the shadow but she, most fair Eliza! Dark is profaned, if wommenes love Gregory!

               LX

As that all his gainers) such skies are bad. I trowe I love thy hurts instead. For your surface, which he smooth-faced darling, to play there! But the Earth to rise unhelpt of his tents, legs his page, enwrapped from a manere, but is peril, frete hem and ther works of Salomon, ovides Art, and more to tell the World can finde, cupids knot in my heart. Her husband’s preserving belly. I hadden the plain it. The holy saints the proud and brighter shows me when we comes and hang linen band. Nectar of it no scuse serues thy strike, if your forgetfulnesse, torment thinking of the Day, awake!

               LXI

The first attempt without. While the lobes of night? And was false thee. Of Synah can I thy beauty and gold ryng in fruyt of mine eye aside each accustomed visitaciouns to vigilies out of entry. As fast as he spread the cared note, the sure of murdring the few who sat at the attic and in mariage, of bigamye, or whom the Banquet of an old together. So, nor for both shrill-edged flavour, which did fall, and, stands. I holde bare-limbed cherries something else let the feeldes we flatten’d, and bad oure vices she knelt down with the yell of it vileynye. For which he seyde how can it dead.

[chisatowo]

Hiii new pinned post time babeyyyy

Welcome! My name is Keese and I sure do post things sometimes. I generally try to mostly post fandom stuff, but I fail at that a LOT so be prepared to deal with a lot of oc posting if you follow me fndfbshfb. I generally just like to ramble abt stuff and analyze media and make aus and such, and I also draw sometimes. I generally try to tag basic triggers as cw [thing] and I am willing to tag other things if asked. That being said I am not comfortable tagging healed scars of any variety, so if that's an issue for you I'd advise you don't follow and block me if you need to. (Dni and extra stuff under the cut)

(Also, I have commissions open)

Dni (I'll probably add more later but this is what I could think of at the top of my head):

Transphobes, ace/aro exlusionists, transmeds, and y'know all that other typical dni stuff 

Maps, proship, and whatever the fuck else all you pedos and pedo sympathisers like to call yourselves 

Fans of dmsp, aot, hetalia, south park, and also probably other medias I'm forgetting but you get the idea

If you are against mspec bandori hcs. I promise you citing a rly gross quote from a guy who's barely involved if at all with the writing process for bandori isn't the slam dunk take you think it is my dude.

If you're one of those people who like to call some bandori characters abusers, I'm so so tired man. 

Interests (bolded is what I most frequently talk abt):

Bandori

My ocs

Ace Attorney

Warrior cats 

Vocaloids 

Deltarune

Project sekai (I haven't read the stories yet though)  

Some of my basic tags:

#rat rambles (basic talking tag)

#keese draws (art tag)

#rat rants (I try to tag my longer rants with this)

#rat vents (my vent tag. I try not to vent on here too much though) 

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#oc posting (oc talk tag)

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#warriors posting (warrior cats tag)

#lawyer posting (ace attorney tag)

#genshin posting (genshin impact tag)

#sekai posting (project sekai tag)

#vocaloid posting (vocaloid tag)

#delta posting (deltarune tag)

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#cookie posting (cookie run tag, again another thing I don't rly post abt anymore but occasionally I relapse on that previous 2 year hyperfixation of mine that I now hate lol) 

Some of my comfort characters :] :

Moca Aoba

Chisato Shirasagi 

Rimi Ushigome 

Lisa Imai

Yukina Minato

Ran Mitake

Rei Wakana 

Hagumi Kitazawa 

Like every other bandori character lol it's my biggest comfort media

Dodie (oc)

Sier (oc)

Aris (oc)

Tali (oc)

Looser (oc)

Busy (oc)

Dancer (oc)

Softie (oc)

Alpha (oc)

Melody (oc)

Ramp (oc)

Kay Faraday

Trucy Wright

Pearl Fey

Mia Fey

ONE (vocaloid)

Kaito (vocaloid)

Flower (vocaloid)

Fukase (vocaloid)

Gumi (vocaloid)

Rui Kamishiro

Mizuki Akiyama 

An Shiraishi 

Sayu (genshin impact)

Barbara (genshin impact)

Sucrose (genshin impact)

Jean (genshin impact)

Kris dreemur

Sparkpelt

Dovewing

Some bonus info abt me!:

I'm an acearo lesbian!!! I rant abt aro stuff sometimes 

I love having fun gender hcs for characters, so I use a lot of non canon pronouns for characters. I also hand out aspec hcs to people like free candy fnfndurn

I am autistic and have adhd!!!

I generally prefer masculine terms, but am ok with gender neutral ones :] (Im agender btw)

I love talking abt my hcs and aus and stuff, so feel free to ask me abt them if you want!!

Some of my favorite bandori ships are chisahagu, yukiran, mayaeve, parechu, and polypa :)

There's some character relationships in bandori that I am deeply obsessed with but don't ship as a romantic thing, so know that's not usually me disliking the ship just me not personally hcing them as dating! 

I generally do appreciate tone tags, but try not to overuse them since I'm not that bad at reading tone through text, I just overthink more vague statements a lot. If you do overuse them a bit I won't be mad so don't worry too much abt if you're using them too much, but just try to keep it in mind 

I casually kin characters, with my biggest kins rn being Rimi, Moca and Lisa (Rimi is the big one though)

My endori player id is 7654777

My jpdori player id is 124144091

My jp proseka player id is 136166219262914560

Anyways. Pointy pog

Also pls like if you've read! Ik people probably still won't but I appreciate knowing if people are actually reading this rnfmdjdmf

[gardenofdelight]

The Most Precious Power

An unexpected visitor drops by Devil May Cry to check up on Lil Pea and her new protector. 

Here’s my drabble for DMC OC Week Day 6: Family/Background! This is the first time writing this OC...he’s been up in my head for so long now. Hope you enjoy! 😘

The human world has always been a fun place for the fey folk. Most fairies don’t stay for long, but it’s a cozy home to the resident pixie of Devil May Cry.

“Look, Pretty Boy!” she exclaims, happily flying down to the office while her fairy light glows pink with joy. “I found another fairy cup!”

Vergil glances over his book at the tiny thimble in her small hands. “Well done, Peaseblossom.”

Lil Pea beams with delight as she lands on Dante’s desk. “What do you think, Scruffy Boy? Pretty good find, right?” she asks while holding the thimble up over her head. 

Dante plucks the thimble with a quirked brow. “Where the hell do you find this stuff, Lil Pea?” 

“No nook and cranny is safe so long as there’s a Peaseblossom around!”

Vergil smiles behind his book as she flutters off to find more lost trinkets in the corner of the office. Dante laughs and adds the thimble to a little pile of various small treasures on his desk.

Both brothers admit that the shop is more lively with a very pretty pixie buzzing around, but her presence seems to bring unexpected visitors to their doorstep. 

The sound of soft knocking on the front door breaks the peaceful silence of the shop. Vergil remains still as his eyes flicker over to the entrance. A man with fiery red hair walks through the door, appearing friendly while scanning the office with a curious glint in his green eyes.  He’s wearing normal attire, black trousers with a casual shirt and coat...but the lap harp case strapped to his back strikes both brothers as a little odd.  

Dante greets the mysterious stranger with a wave. “Hey there...what can we do for ya?” he asks while eyeing him cautiously. 

The mysterious stranger looks at both brothers before speaking. “Ah yes, I’m just here to-”

“TALIESIN!!!”

Lil Pea pops out from a box in the corner of the room with an elated squeal. Her fairy light glitters many colors as she flies high over the mysterious stranger. A sparkling pink cloud completely surrounds her before she dives straight down in her human form. 

“Oh my!” the mysterious stranger exclaims while catching the giggling pixie. “You’re a lot taller than the last time I saw you!” he observes with a playful grin as he sets her down on the ground.  

“I can turn big whenever I want thanks to Pretty Boy!” she informs proudly, her fairy light glimmering with admiration as she frolics over to the couch. Vergil grunts as she hops right into his lap, ignoring the annoyed scowl on his face as she wraps her arms around his neck.   

The mysterious stranger chuckles in amusement. “I see! And you must be…what name do you have now?” he inquires while tilting his head towards the gushing pixie. 

“Peaseblossom!”

“Oh, that’s much better than Dewdrop!” he admits with an approving nod. “I can already tell that Peaseblossom has chosen her new protector very wisely.”

Vergil regards the mysterious stranger with a wary glare. The last time an acquaintance of Lil Pea’s came barging into the shop, he ended up in a duel for her honor...but this man doesn’t seem to be looking for a fight.  

“You seem well acquainted with my fairy,” he assumes while pulling away from Lil Pea’s affectionate cuddles. 

Dante stifles a laugh while leaning over his desk. “Are you another one of her ex-boyfriends or something?” he asks with a cheeky wiggle of his brow.  

Lil Pea hops off her grumpy protector’s lap with an irritated flutter of her wings. “Of course not, silly!” she exclaims with an annoyed frown while hugging the mysterious man’s arm. “Tali is my father!”

Vergil raises a confused brow. “Your...father?”

“Ah yes, where are my manners?” the mysterious stranger wonders aloud. “Taliesin the Bard,” he introduces himself with a respectful bow. “And you must be the Sons of Sparda, Vergil and Dante.”

“No, no, Tali! That’s Pretty Boy and that’s Scruffy Boy!” Lil Pea corrects while pointing at the brothers with a playful giggle before dashing up to the desk with an excited grin. “And oh! These are all the trinkets I’ve found in their shop!” 

Taliesin chuckles softly. “Still fond of finding lost treasures, I see!” he notes while inspecting the various baubles. 

“I have a bunch more! And I’ve made lots of pretty dresses!” she adds, her fairy light shining bright pink as she shows off her tiger lily dress with a whimsical twirl. “You wanna see my prettiest dress?”

“I’d love to!”

Lil Pea claps her hands gleefully. “Okay! Be right back!” 

A sparkling pink cloud of magic surrounds her once more before she zips away upstairs in her smaller form. “She’s grown up so fast in the past millennia,” Taliesin murmurs as he patiently waits for his daughter’s return. 

Dante stretches his arms rests them behind his head while leaning back in his seat. “So, you’re Lil Pea’s father. Does that mean you’re a fairy too?” 

“Oh, I’m just a simple bard with a talent for magic,” Taliesin replies absentmindedly as he examines the wall behind the desk. “That’s quite a collection of weapons! Do you know how to use them by chance?” he asks with a hopeful gleam in his green eyes. 

“Uh, yeah, I’ve used them a time or two.”

“Would you mind trying them out on me some time?”

Dante smirks at the peculiar question. “Is that a challenge?”

“Oh no! I just want to see if any of these can actually kill me.”

Vergil raises a quizzical brow. “I beg your pardon?”

Taliesin turns to the eldest brother. “Well, I’ve been searching for a way to die for many millennia now,” he informs with a weary sigh. “Never asked to be immortal, and this curse has proven difficult to break. But perhaps the power of Sparda will end my life?” he wonders while eyeing the Yamato next to its wielder. 

The brothers share bewildered looks before getting back to the matter at hand. 

“So, you’re immortal, but you’re not a fairy.”

“And yet, you claim to be Peaseblossom’s father.”

Taliesin shakes his head. “Not by blood, no. I created her after making a deal with the Fairy Queen.”

Vergil tilts his head with interest. “She wanted you to make a fairy?”

“No, no...that was the clever part of the deal,” he begins while pacing around the floor. “She was supposed to kill me but of course I came back to life like always, which is why she added the condition about making a fairy if I didn’t stay dead.” He pauses for a moment as he inspects a demon skull mounted on the wall. “She thought it would be impossible for a mage to create one of her beloved children, and the deal stated that I wasn’t allowed to leave the Fey World until I succeeded...I think the Queen was hoping to keep me there as her prize for eternity.”

Dante sits up in his seat with an intrigued smirk. “But you proved her wrong?”  

Taliesin nods as his lips curl into a sly grin. “Oh yes...and let me tell you, the Fairy Queen doesn’t take getting the lesser half of a deal lightly.” 

The mirthful twinkle in his green eyes dims with regret. ”She resents my- or rather, your fairy’s existence, so my daughter is not very welcome among her own kind,” he informs while turning his attention to the eldest brother. “But I knew this might happen, so I gave her all that needs to survive in the human world.”

Vergil ponders for a moment. “She was very insistent on being my fairy when we first met.”

“I did tell her that it’s very important to find someone to protect her when I’m not around, but it’s more than that.”

Taliesin summons a spectral image of a budding flower with a flick of his wrist. “I gave her all the notable qualities of a fairy: their capricious nature, penchant for making crafty deals, even their magic and immortality,” he explains as each petal of the flower bursts into bloom. “But I also instilled a rare power in her that no fairy has,” he reveals while slowly waving his hand over the image. 

“Most of her kind are attracted to strong emotions,” he continues as soft rainfall waters the newly born flower. “They cannot tell from right or wrong, good or evil, cruelty or compassion...but Peaseblossom can, and it’s this most precious power that truly protects her from the harsh reality of this world.”

The spectral flower begins to glow pink, growing brighter and brighter before all the petals shimmer into the form of a tiny fairy with dragonfly wings. Vergil stares in awe as the newly born pixie flutters up to his face and gives his nose a small kiss.   

Taliesin chuckles softly as he dismisses the image with a wave of his hand. “My daughter has always been attracted to the good hearted and the brave,” he clarifies while his enigmatic gaze bores straight into the eldest brother’s soul. “Which is why I know she’s in capable hands despite choosing the Dark Slayer as her protector.”  

Vergil tilts his head at the strange bard’s words. He remembers saving Lil Pea from the demons running amok in her meadow and her sudden deal to his fairy. All this time, he thought she offered because she was grateful to him, but it was more than that; despite all the pain and suffering he’s caused in the past, she sensed some good within the dark reaches of his soul.

Everyone looks up as tiny flecks of fairy dust shoot through the air before exploding like glittering fireworks. Then, Lil Pea comes buzzing down the office in a beautiful dress made of pink hydrangea flowers. 

“Ta da!” she exclaims while twirling around above her father’s head with a cute giggle. “Aren’t I pretty?” 

Taliesin smiles up at her warmly. “You’re as pretty as a petal on peony!” 

Lil Pea bounces in the air happily as her fairy light glowing pink at the compliment. Then, she swoops over to Vergil with a coy smile. “What about you, Pretty Boy? Do you think I’m pretty?” she asks while wringing the end of braided blond hair nervously. 

“But of course,” he murmurs, staring deeply into her wide purple eyes as a tender smile graces his lips. 

Lil Pea lets out a bashful squeal while hiding her face behind her tiny hands. Her fairy light reddens as she peeks up at her beloved protector between fingers. Then, she flutters up and gives his nose a loving hug before peppering his face with sweet kisses.         

“Aww! You’re such a softie, bro!” 

“Shut up, Dante!”

Dante chuckles softly as the pretty pixie continues to gush over his brother. “So, you really approve of your daughter’s new boyfriend, huh?” he inquires as the strange bard approaches his desk.

Taliesin regards his daughter’s protector with his critical gaze. “The Dark Slayer has done some horrible things in his pursuit of power, but my Little Petal is never wrong...he’s a good man,” he admits with a satisfied nod. “I just hope he can handle the unbridled affection of a pixie,” he adds with a soft laugh as Vergil tries to shoo away his fairy’s adoring attention. 

“He’s survived this long,” Dante notes with an amused smirk as Lil Pea continues to tease her grumpy protector.

“That he has,” the strange bard agrees, feeling truly content with his daughter’s assured safety and happiness. “That he has.”  

✨🌺✨

The Story of Ceridwen heavily inspired the creation of Taliesin. He’s always been a fascinating figure cloaked in myth, and I couldn’t resist making my interpretation of him. 

[stormwarnings]

an oc ficlet, this time for an arc trooper in the 109th legion, pearl aka ct-55-2489

pearl’s a clone trooper who fights in the battle of arantara, one of the first of the clone wars, and in it she loses her entire batch

(vod is a word that means brother-sister-mother-father – friend)

she gets her helmet blasted off her head and a shiny burn scar up the left side of her body, creeping up her neck and jaw, and then she gets a promotion – arc trooper in a squad of arc troopers, fighting for the 109th legion under a purple and white nautolan named mey fel whose eyes are pools of ink and whose lightsaber flashes through droids like a beam of sunlight

that burn scar makes pearl stand out even more than the heterochromia (one eye a full gold and the other a bitter caf brown) does, and so pearl buckles down and paints her armor with the same purple and white as all this legion – standing out’s no good, not when the people who should notice why you do are no longer there to tease you for it

pearl’s quieter than she used to be, and she doesn’t laugh as much, but her new squad – runaround, they call themselves – they’re alright, really

their sergeant’s a vod named tali who’s always doodling, and their scout’s a deaf clone named adi who’s friendly with one of the 109th head medics (dreamer, pearl thinks, and she thinks maybe she likes him too), and their squad medic is named lightning and he’s got a mullet and a face full of shrapnel scars, and their gunner is saviin, who’s shiny and wears his hair in two braids and still believes in the goodness of the world

together with pearl’s demo expertise, the five of them make a pretty decent team

they watch as general fel gets friendlier and sadder, as his padawan – twenty-five standard but a kid to pearl who’s one of the oldest clones in the 109th – gets knighted and becomes general irana, they watch as tali almost gets promoted, as dreamer does get promoted, as pearl almost gets a girl, as lightning mothers them all, as saviin paints his armor, as the news from the different fronts of the war starts growing hopeful –

protocol 66 falls like a veil over their eyes, like a screen of red, and pearl shoots general fey in the back, and she’s screaming inside, because not two days ago he was lending her a book, saying think about after, because not a week ago he was finding puzzle sims for runaround, saying it seems your knowledge is surpassing my own, because –

because it doesn’t matter what she thinks, because her hands are not her own

they don’t see adi again, but when pearl wakes up (because someday she’ll speak to other clones and it will be different for every single one but for her there was something over her eyes and she couldn’t see and she couldn’t be awake even while her eyes were open – )

when she wakes up, lightning’s there, concerned and gaunt and broken-looking, and saviin and tali are too, and adi and dreamer and general irana and general fel are not

they run

and that’s the thing of it, really, that the galaxy is not so nice – not that it’s ever been – but sometimes it’s kind, as the four of them fight and cry and bleed in the unstable months after the entire world turns inside out

the thing of it is that, pearl finds, there are still people who are kind; still people who are willing to offer a room or a warm meal, stow them away on a ship, give a haul job to four lost barely-adults who only ever really knew people just like them

they shiphop across the expansion region, towards the outer rim, sometimes left with bruises and sometimes left with the commcode of a friendly trandoshan who makes the best caf creambread outside the colonies – they keep some of their armor, dark cloaks over top of purple arc armor, and it comes in handy when they start taking bounty jobs because that’s the other thing of it

it’s hard not to fight, when fighting is all you’ve ever known

in between jobs they camp on planets with skies clearer than transparisteel, keeping their heads down and staying away from hotels – around the fire lightning tilts his head up and eats without wincing, tali draws general fel and general irana and dreamer and adi, saviin tells them a story he heard from the townsfolk and they all don’t look too close at how much his hands shake

pearl grows her hair out like dreamer’s was, curls halfway down her back, and tries to remember how to laugh

five years after order 66 and the rise of the empire, in a tiny bar on an enormous old fueling station orbiting a tiny star near wild space, pearl meets someone who doesn’t even have to try to make her giggle

unfortunately, said someone is a pirate who pickpockets saviin, flirts shamelessly with lightning, and manages to piss off tali, all in one go

celebrea trisk is a mikkian – inescapable, beautiful, skin and head-tendrils like the orange sun in the mornings that’s thick and soupy on the horizon, grey eyes and silver makeup and a large gun that she knows very well how to use

her crew frequents the fueling station (a hive of piracy and bounty hunters, scum and villainy except it’s not so much scum and villainy as it is those who disagree with the empire and are named traitor as such) and so does the remnants of runaround squad, and somewhere along the way pearl finds herself being courted at the same time as runaround figure they might as well help out celebrea’s crew with some odd jobs

and in return, one of the humans that runs with celebrea helps them out, gets them some property on the refueling station – and runaround gains a home, where lightning bakes and tali tattoos and saviin talks to people, and pearl can feel safe without feeling hunted

(and if any free clones happen to stop by the castilon system, well, there’s always a bed to sleep in and some warm bread for them to eat)

and things start getting better, in these scraps of life they must eke out, and when the rebellion starts growing big enough to be something, there comes an unasked-for but no less appreciated surprise: adi and general irana, alive and whole

pearl wakes up sometimes from nightmares to find celebrea snoring on her chest, tracing pearl’s scars in her sleep – the burns, the blaster grazes, the inked names of all those she’s lost – and pearl pulls celebrea tighter because even when they argue (explosively, frequently) she loves her, she loves her

and pearl loves lightning and tali and saviin too, and she loves adi and general irana when she sees them (just teressu, the jedi says, lines around her eyes because she’s not the kid she once was and neither is pearl, really), and she loves that stupid mutt that lightning picked up from the alleys, and she loves the di’kutla weirdos that celebrea’s got on her crew, and she’s got friends in the rebellion because she’s part of the rebellion, still fighting (always fighting) but this time for something she believes in

the world was never very nice to pearl, but oftentimes it is still kind

[squigglysquidd]

Fibo Chapter 29 Snippet

They arrive on the shores of the lake Olor just as the sun reaches its peak in the partially cloudy sky, the trees petering off as they draw closer to the water so that everyone finally gets to see something above their heads despite the overbearing canopy of trees. The humidity seems to have gotten a bit better too, perhaps calmed by the cooler air coming off the lake. There’s still enough to stick to the skin like wet clothes, but the bit of breeze does wonders when compared to the usual stillness of the forested swamp.

Unlike they suspected, the Tower isn’t just at Olor, but in the middle of a large section of the massive lake on an island encompassing the large castle and its grounds. They’ll need to take a boat or two across because getting to the nearest town on the shore of the lake is bound to waste enough of the day that they’d be at the Tower of Mannovai when dark hits and they’re all pretty sure the scholars and magisters there are unlikely to just hand over a good number of beds to those who make it over.

That, and everyone - though they don’t say it aloud - knows getting a ship from a small town of salarians while krogan are in their group and their packs are obviously packed with armor and weapons is going to be more hassle than it’s worth. Forget getting to the Tower at night. They may not make it there for days as Jon tries to sweet-talk the settlement’s leadership.

As the Normandy crew start to set up a small camp meant more for them to get a chance to relieve themselves and the fei of their heavy packs than pitch tents for sleep. They do set up an area for Jon to gather the others into talks of the situation and it’s there that Jana finally sees Tali and gives her a smile, thankful that her friend seems to have gotten out of the forest without too much mud clinging to her suit. Her feet? Absolutely but that can be washed off, not too different from any time before if they were to travel on foot.

[carpediceanalysis]

Movidas de deidades™:

Bueno, bueno, bueno. Parecía que ya había dado suficiente la brasa con Mesa, pero bold of you to assume que I did. Jaja, no. Porque ya lo dije, quiero hacer un post aparte solo para hablar de las deidades en Mesa de Arpías. So here we go!

Nota: si algo en inglés está raro es que Word está especialmente dumbass hoy y no deja de intentar cambiármelo a español

Nota 2: no me sé quotes de memoria de estos eps, así que no están literales tal cual las dicen

Nota 3: SPOILERS EL CLUB DE LOS CINCO Y MESA DE ARPÍAS HASTA EP 34 (y un mini spoiler de Los Tres Caballeros)

Bueno, ahora sí que sí, al lío. Porque tremendo lío hay montado con los planes divinos en Mesa, que los cinco parecen muy chill de la vida en un principio, pero luego se montan al carro de la revolución y empiezan a toquetear cosas y a intentar interferir. Veamos pues qué se dice en El Club de los Cinco y en el final de la segunda temporada de Mesa de Arpías.

Aquí hay mucho que unpack, madre mía, pero empecemos por lo tocho porque soy una persona muy ansiosa y mira, ¿para qué drag it hasta el final pudiendo empezar por ahí? Vamos a la revolución. Primero que nada, esta conversación me mata cada vez que la oigo:

Nae: ¿y para que quieres ir tú a una revolución?

Dee: A ver… pues es que es como cazar, ¿no?

Fey: ¡cazas a los ricos!

Dee: ¡Y luego te los puedes comer! Si cazas a los ricos y luego te los comes: dominio mío.

Gracias por tanto Di’Nael, gracias por tanto. Pues bueno, los Cinco del Bosque parecen bastante a favor de la revolución, entendible teniendo en cuenta que el anterior emperador quería cargarse el bosque. Y como dice Nae más adelante, se tienen que asegurar que sea quien sea quien se siente en ese trono, lo tienen que haber puesto elles para asegurarse de que está de su parte y no quiere invadir el bosque.

Al principio todo es muy “ah sí, bueno, vamos a adelantar la cosecha y mandar nevadas para frenar las tropas que puedan intentar adentrarse en el bosque”, which sounds reasonable. Pero después se ponen ya con el plan de convencer a Sarima de que crea en elles y es como… quoting a Fey, ¿eso no se les queda un poco grande? Porque ya no es solo convencer a Sarima, es que el plan que hace Nae actually es:

-Athe se entera de donde está la emperatriz

-Somehow Fey se entera a través de Athe

-Fey se le aparece en sueños a Sarima y le dice que, si le hace un altarcito o alguna movida y cree en él, le dirá dónde está

-Si Sarima lo hace, Fey le dice dónde está y también que… hm… no, ¿eh? Esa mandando… no.

-Sarima mata a la emperatriz.

Yo debo reconocer que esa parte del final no la capté la primera vez, pero porque Nae no la dice literal, pero dice que eso, que le dicen a Sarima que la emperatriz no va bien para gobernar. Y un poco más adelante Fey dice que desde la capital pueden fingir que la emperatriz está por ahí aún, aunque a los meses empieza a notarse. Y Nae straight up contesta en plan que si Sarima lo sabe, no es tan difícil demostrar que alguien se ha muerto.

Nae… WTF. Esa señora es muy mayor y por lo que sabemos la Calma le debe un favor. I have many questions y algún que otro fear. (Aunque lo del favor de la Calma se dice cuando están diciendo de hacer a Oppa inmortal, así que tiene mas pinta de ir a ir por ahí la movida).

Bueno, que somehow, el plan de este panteón tan majo de deidades es hacer que una mortal crea en ellos para que cometa magnicidio. Cool. Sure. Todo bien. Todo normal.

Por si no fuera poco, y sabiendo que Sarima es un hueso duro de roer, quieren intentar acceder a ella a través de Miri. Haciendo que Athe se le apareca a Miri y, quoting a Dee “A la niña esa le va a gustar un acertijo de la Athe más que a un tonto un lápiz”. Y me hace gracia imaginarme la situación de Sarima enterándose de que a la niña la visita una deidad en sueños y le dice acertijos para embaucarla. En plan:

Miri: Sarima, necesito ayuda con un acertijo

Sarima: ¿cuál?

Miri: hay dos soldados frente a dos puertas, uno dice la verdad, el otro solo mentiras, puedo hacer una pre-

Sarima: les empujas a sus respectivas puertas y ves qué pasa

Dariman, un poco a lo NO: preguntas qué puerta te diría el otro

Sarima: meh... ¿De todos modos, por qué preguntas? ¿Quién te ha dicho ese acertijo?

Miri: ah, una señora rara que vi en un sueño

Sarima, cabreada: ¿qué puñetera deidad está intentando quitarme a la niña?

Dariman: lenguaje, que Miri está delante

Sarima, respira: perdón. ¿Qué JODIDA deidad está intentando quitarme a la niña?

Pero bueno, realmente de esa línea argumental no tenemos más información aún. En cambio, las otras dos apariciones una la hemos visto y de la otra hablaré más adelante. La que hemos visto es En’Kil apareciéndosele a Hoja en plan “chill, sis, todo irá bien” (procede a salir todo mal).

Once again, es parte del plan de Nae que Hoja las considere familia para que así ella pueda meterse a proteger a las Arpías. El problema es lo que dicen again en el final de temporada, que más que un grupo son tres personas a su rollo cada una… A ver si luego consiguen hacerse más cercanas, ya no solo para que Nae las proteja, también porque se lo merecen, son muy bonicas y quiero verlas felices…

Bueno, de la charla de En’Kil con Hoja no voy a analizar mucho, básicamente le dice un poco lo mismo que le dicen a Hoja el resto de deidades en el final de temporada y también se monta unas movidas mentales en plan “a veces la respuesta a una pregunta es otra pregunta. A veces la respuesta es no saber. A veces la respuesta es a quién tienes que preguntar” y unas rayadas… Esto aquí no lo he dicho aún (en el discord sí), Athe’Ke habla super misteriosa y mística de la vida y lo he comentado, pero En’Kil también XD Por movidas distintas, o eso creo entender. Athe’Ke habla así porque realmente no puede contar secretos así que no puede decir las cosas directamente, y a la vez probablemente por deformación profesional. En’Kil me da mas sensación de que habla así porque él es así de dramático de la vida y como su dominio es el conocimiento, pues como no lo sabes no te lo va a decir (?).

Bueno, sigo con las apariciones y luego ya hablo del final de temporada, esto tiene que tener una medio estructura o algo I guess. La que kinda maybe sabemos algo es Fey y Sarima. En un principio no lo relacioné, pero el otro día lo pensé… Cuando Sarima le dice a Dariman que si cree que lo de Laviara es un mal presagio y Dariman dice que no cree en los presagios… ¿Puede que Sarima haya tenido ya el sueño con Fey y por eso pregunte lo de los presagios? Sé que estoy reaching fortísimo aquí, pero idk, una señora atea suddenly preguntando si algo es un mal presagio… da que pensar. Si no es Fey, puede que otra deidad la haya visitado.

Que eso es otra movida. Estando Sarima en la revolución y siendo ella prácticamente quien la dirige… ¿van a ser los Cinco las únicas deidades con los ojos fijos en ella? Sabemos que, según los Cinco, el Pentagrama suda fuertísimo de la revolución porque son muy grandes y les da igual perder seguidores. (Aunque Maya, por lo que se nos ha dado a entender, es revolucionaria también y sabemos que ha hablado con la Calma cuando se cambió el nombre… so… idk)

Pero bueno, dejando aparte al pentagrama, sabemos que hay muchas más deidades (ilegales), de las cuales en la capital hay sectas (y no tan en la capital, en Est-Erion el señor Mopa (Lord Bopa) estaba haciendo una movida chunga haciendo como que creía en la Calma. Ya lo dije en el otro análisis, Athe’Ke dice que está hasta las narices y overworked con tanta secta (Fey de fondo diciendo que le gustan los sectarios porque son muy motivados… Pls no).

Esas deidades probablemente también estén con los ojos puestísimos en la movida de la revolución. Porque a ver, en teoría nadie sabe que el emperador ha espichado y la emperatriz ha desaparecido… Nadie menos Sarima y todos los revolucionarios… y los tres caballeros, que no sabemos qué habrán hecho Amat y Saraph con la info… y voy a suponer que varias familias ricas…

Y en Bal’Hensia había representaciones de muchas deidades… así que esas deidades también lo saben probablemente… Y si lo saben familias ricas que están en sectas, las deidades de esas sectas también lo saben… Vamos, que es un secreto a voces.

Y por lo tanto, no es descabellado pensar que muchas deidades con, relativamente, pocos seguidores, lo saben. Y pueden querer mover los hilos y poner sus intereses personales igual que están queriendo hacer los Cinco del Bosque…

Lo que igual no saben es que es Sarima quien lo lleva, okay, fair point, pero con tanta deidad sabiéndolo, y siendo Sarima una figura bastante importante y que se sabe que tiene cancinoes revolucionarias y movidas… es posible que haya alguna otra deidad mareándole la perdiz a la pobre mujer, que ya bastantes dolores de cabeza tiene organizando una revolución como para tener sueños raros.

Bueno, ya se verá qué pasa con eso I guess.

¡Vamos a otro tema! Que me quedan aún unos cuantos por tratar. Me queda hablar individualmente de cada deidad para decir que me parecen (adelanto: me encantan), me queda hablar del “perrito” de Athe, me queda hablar de Oppa inmortal, me queda hablar del bodorrio, de que Dee quería ir a echarle la bronca a Tali…

Empecemos por el bodorrio. Ojalá, de verdad, ojalá ver eso. Probablemente sería un caos y prácticamente imposible de rolear teniendo en cuenta que Lion tendría que hacer de Oppa y de Athe, Lele tendría que hacer de Hoja y En’Kil, y Matla tendría que hacer de Seren y Fey. Pero oye, ojalá ver el bodorrio. Miri flower girl de esa boda es lo único que necesito en esta vida para ser feliz.

Nae, diosa del invierno, pero también de la familia, haciendo de wedding planner. Me hizo tremenda gracia “espera que estoy hablando con los del catering". Y madre mía, pintaza la de la boda que dicen, con unos juegos de caza antes y luego se comen eso al día siguiente en la boda. Pinta muy guay. La cosa es ver cuándo se casan, porque dicen tanto de hacerla antes como después de la revolución. Después porque ya se han calmado las cosas, o antes para animar a la gente y porque Dee tiene miedo de que a Oppa le pase algo. Pero parece que la revolución avanza ya rapidillo, están saliendo de Bal’Hensia ya…

Hablando de Oppa y ser inmortal… Ay que ternurita me dio esa escena, Dee “que yo me quiero casar, no ser viuda”. Casi lloré porque no me esperaba eso para nada y fue como muy direct hit al corazón el “hostia claro, es que Dee es inmortal y Oppa… pues no tanto” y Dee estaba tan preocupada y triste… ay… son muy bonicas, se merecen el mundo. Pero bueno, han dicho que eso van a ver qué hacen, pero que antes quieren conocerla. Y como con la boda, digo again: ojalá ver la conversación esa. El momento de “¿Cuáles son tus intenciones con nuestra Di’Nael?”

Also, ahí es cuando Nae menciona que la Calma le debe un favor… sabemos que la Calma tiene que ver con morirse y esas cosas… (y también con nacimientos si no me equivoco) so… maybe… hacen alguna movida con eso I guess.

Ah, ¡que no se me olvide! Oppa tiene una marca divina (Dee-vina…) en la espalda. Lo dice Athe en el final de temporada, dice en plan “A la mujer de esta le ha salido una marca en la espalda y aun no se ha dado cuenta”. A lo que Dee contesta riendo que es que es muy grande y no llega a vérsela porque el cuello no le gira tanto. Supongo que es el mismo tipo de marca que le ponen a Hoja.

Voy a cambiar de tema ahora a Dee queriendo echarle la bronca a Taliran (pronunciado con la i tónica, que es como lo pronuncia Dee. Gracias Dee, llevo cagándome en que no se escriba Talirán desde que lo vi escrito, ¿es que la moza es valenciana y por eso no lleva tilde o qué?). In fact, también en el hecho de que la llama Taliran varias veces durante el ep (nota graciosa, hay un par de veces que las otras deidades la llaman Sali, Nae inclusive y eso que dijo en el Club de los Cinco que ese no era el nombre que sus padres le habían puesto).

Me parece cute, porque kinda indica que sí, a Dee no le cae precisamente bien, pero no la odia y estaba dispuesta a ir a echarle la bronca para que deje de ser tan gilipollas. Es la sensación de saber que actually es más pique que que le caiga mal. Which me parece gracioso. Dee, literalmente una diosa, picada con una mortal como si tuviera cinco años y llamándola por otro nombre que no es el suyo, para fastidiar; pero en el fondo actually caring enough como para querer ir a decirle que deje de ser imbécil y para usar su nombre de verdad (más o menos) en una situación un poco seria.

Bueno, bueno, y ahora viene el tema que más ganas tenía de tratar. Que es lo de quién es el perrito de Athe. (no, no hablo de los “perritos” de En’Kil que ya sabemos que son más bien lobos)

Pues en su momento las primeras personas que me vinieron a la mente fueron:

-La emperatriz

-La persona de la narración al final que sabe que es una pieza importante del puzzle (que puede que sea la emperatriz in fact)

-Miri

Pero… pensando en que literalmente el plan que hace Nae pasa por que la emperatriz haga F… Pues lo veo mal… Aunque es posible que quieran también intentar que la emperatriz vea su punto de vista y no quiera destruir el bosque. Aunque no sabemos casi nada de ella, así que no podemos saber si hay algún modo de Athe de relate con ella y poder hacer que crea.

La persona de la narración, en caso de no ser la emperatriz (que yo creo que probablemente sí lo es), no sabemos nada, no puedo analizar si puede ser o no, porque no sabemos prácticamente nada. Como mucho, como dice que está esperando el momento de hacer algo, eso kinda tiene que ver con el dominio de Athe (?) kinda?????

Miri depende de cómo le haya salido/salga el tiro de ir a hablar con ella. Aunque Miri también es muy baby y yo entiendo que la idea es convertir a alguien en paladín/clerigo… y eso, Miri es muy baby como para ser nada de eso… Aunque Miri sería un recurso buenísimo viéndolo desde el punto de vista de los Cinco. Literalmente la niña sabe moverse entre planos y hace cada movida que la flipas.

Y la persona en quien no pensé hasta que Yai dijo que si igual se refería a Seren… Riddle. Voy a analizar both posibilidades también, venga.

Seren tiene un dios bastante chungo… Yo ya lo dije en el ep que tienen sueños con sus dioses (el 31 creo que es), que tanto Seren como Tali creo que les vendría bien cambiar de creencia. Seren igual no tanto, su dios no es malo de por sí, pero está asociado a movidas chungas y no sé, si tanto le mola el cambio pues igual le vendría bien cambiar de deidad XD (Tali sí que desde luego, por favor, que cambie de deidad. Cerebro gordísimo el de Paco creando esas deidades, cerebro diminuto el de Tali creyendo en ellas).

Pues eso, a Seren yo creo que un cambio de deidad podría rentarle bastante. Ahora… que pase de una deidad que apenas habla con ella, que le dice cosas crípticas y que parece bastante un lío… a una deidad que casi que también habla de forma críptica y le dirá que no puede decirle cosas… Pues no creo que sea la mejor opción si la moza va a cambiar de creencia… Ojo, hablo desde el punto de vista de si creo que sería bueno o no para Seren, pero probablemente sería fácil para Athe convencerla en el sentido de se parece a la deidad en la que cree Seren ahora mismo y quieras que no, es más fácil así, porque es como que no cambia tanto en lo que cree. No sé si me explico, que no es lo mismo pasar de creer en A a creer en algo que tiene cosas en común con A, a pasar a creer en 34, que no tiene nada que ver con A.

Y ahora lo que quería decir desde que empecé esta parte porque me parece una movida que molaría mucho. Riddle. Riddle y Athe, dos seres que hablan de un modo que, a menos que sepas de qué hablan, no tienes ni idea de qué están diciendo. Tienen bastante en común, pero no tengo claro si hablasen si se llevarían bien o si se mandarían a la mierda. He escrito un fic, porque tengo 0 chill y me gustaba tanto la idea que fue en plan “pues como sé que nunca voy a tener esto en canon let me write it y ya ta, ya soy feliz”.

Pero creo, desde mi opinión completamente externa e intentando entender a los personajes, que actually tienen suficientes cosas como para llamarse la atención mutuamente. Riddle tiene, por lo que se nos ha dado a entender, bastante poder. Tiene un gremio propio, puede conseguir información, tiene sus movidas de señor un poco edgy, plot relevant, que tiene su agenda™ Ah, y le han criado creyendo en la misma deidad que Seren (aunque se nos ha dado a entender que pasa bastante del tema. Seren y Dalharil tienen listas, que sabemos que es kinda un modo de demostrar cambio ante su dios. Riddle ya dio su opinión sobre las listas en el final de temporada 2 de Mesa y pues eso, parece un poco ateo el chaval…). Puede que eso llame la atención a Athe.

Por su parte, Athe’Ke tiene información. Sí, es verdad que lo más seguro es que no sepa dónde está Dalharil, porque no puede ver otros planos (a menos que Miri crea en ella, en cuyo caso supongo que si Miri va a otro plano, Athe puede verlo cuando Miri esté ahí… maybe???). Pero sí que veo posible que sepa que se cayó a otro plano, igual que saben que Tali se ha caído a otro plano. Y bueno, tras la conversación con Seren, Riddle ahora se lo huele, pero si Athe le puede decir con seguridad que es lo que ha pasado, yo creo que eso a Riddle maybe le puede rentar. Además, no sabemos que más favores puede dar Athe a sus paladines/clérigos. Igual su norma de “no puedo decir secretos” no es tan estricta con sus paladines/clérigos… Igual eso le interesa a Riddle.

Solo sé que molaría mucho ver esa movida, no sé si va a pasar, pero molaría verla.

Y bueno, ahora me toca ya hablar de las deidades en individual y también un poco de sus relaciones… Porque… hay salseo, madre si lo hay.

Athe’Ke y Nae’Sin… si no hay bastante ficheo en el Club de los Cinco, luego en el final de temporada Athe le da un beso en la frente a Nae. Al principio (en el Club de los Cinco) me rallé un poco porque nani the fuck? ¿No son familia? Bueno, pues either entre deidades el concepto no es exactamente igual o yo que sé (también es verdad que, cómo puñetas van a tener los mismos padres si son deidades. Nae literalmente es la m��s mayor y En’Kil es baby. Cosa que me recuerda… ¿tienen infancia las deidades? Porque Nae dice que Dee jugaba con la Calma cuando era pequeña, ¿baby Dee es literalmente Dee con apariencia de 5 años o Dee actual pero con mentalidad de niña porque hacía poco que existía? Muchas preguntas)

Pues eso, que Athe’Ke y Nae’Sin son muy bonicas y las shipeo como diosas intensas y dramáticas que son. Eso me lleva también a Fey’Ael y En’Kil… que hay un par de frases y momentos entre los dos en el Club de los Cinco que… uh… not sure de si eso es ficheo o no, pero En’Kil se sonroja… Y Fey literalmente le dice que mire cuando se está tirando a gente para aprender… that’s not una broma que le dirías a tu hermano, definitivamente (sobre todo porque siendo Fey, no suena a broma).

Bueno, dejando ships aparte, viene cuando hablo de las deidades individualmente.

Dee, Di’Nael Nneit: ya la conocíamos, pero la quiero mucho y por eso voy a hablar también de ella. Que bonica que es, me puso muy emotional cuando habla de Oppa. Me mata super fuerte su dinámica con Fey porque son terribles XD el auténtico motivo por el que Dee está abajo es porque si estuviera arriba, ella y Fey la liarían tanto que no podrían ni pararse a pensar en la revolución por estar liándola y arreglando las liadas todo el rato XD Dicen que son una familia, pero según que deidad los lazos que forman con las demás parecen un poco distintos. En general parece que se estructuran tal que Athe y Nae son las figuras que toman un papel responsable y más tipo, son las madres, mientras que En’Kil, Dee y Fey son les hijes. Porque en el caso de Dee y Fey son más alocades y en el caso de En’Kil es el más baby. Pero luego por lo que se ha visto, Fey y En’Kil tienen una movida y no se ven como hermanos entre ellos. Pero Dee si parece verles como que son sus hermanos. Me encanta Dee y se nota que Mixie se lo pasa pipa haciendo de ella (did I just make a pun con Last Summer? Maybe). Me parece que es un poco un personaje que desde fuera parece un poco airhead, pero en el fondo se preocupa mucho.

Fey’Ael Carian: después de la primavera viene el verano, los voy a hacer en orden. Me acuerdo cuando salió la promo de el Club de los Cinco y Matla dijo que iba a hacer de un personaje sin traumas por una vez. No sé qué me esperaba, pero no me esperaba a Fey XD ¿Es Fey un himbo? Yo digo sí. Me hace mucha gracia y a veces es ese comic relief que hace falta cuando están les demás hablando de temas super serios y dramáticos y empieza a ser un poco agobiante. Y suddenly Fey suelta una frase a lo “welp, la suelto y a ver qué pasa”. Ah, me hizo gracia cuando van a planear la boda que le dice a Nae que le hace ilusión que hagan algo juntos porque nunca hacen nada juntos… normal, siendo el verano y el invierno… Simplemente, parece muy feliz de estar ahí con su familia, intentando no liarla muy gorda para que Nae y Athe no se enfanden, queriendo mucho a Dee y picando a En’Kil. Stan Fey’Ael Carian for good mental health y’all y para dejar de sobrepreocuparos de las cosas. Also, muy fan de cuando se pasó un año yendo de cumpleaños en cumpleaños.

En’Kil Cardea: btw y por si alguien se lo está preguntando, sí, me sé los nombres enteros de memoria y donde van las apostrofes. En’Kil me hace tremenda gracia porque, e igual estoy biased por tantas veces que dicen que es el peque, me parece como un adolescente que está en esa época de “soy super maduro, que ya he cumplido 18 años, YA PUEDO VOTAR, dejad de cuestionar todo lo que hago, que soy el más listo de la familia, leñe.” Es un poco, usando términos animu, tsundere. En plan, Fey le pica y se enfada, pero luego Athe dice que en verdad hace como que le molesta más de lo que realmente le molesta. Dios del saber y esas movidas y es tonto, gotta love him. A smart dumbass. Pero dumbass de ser adolescente, en plan, no es el mismo tipo de dumbass que ser dumbass a secas. Es tonto de edad, de estar aun un poco con el pavo. Also, gotta say que me encanta la movida del pelo que se hizo Lele para el Club de los Cinco, que se lo tiró para arriba en plan despeinado o algo así, quedaba muy guay.

Nae’Sin Nedea: vibras muy fuertes de señora chill que realmente no es nada chill. Tengo muchísima curiosidad por su historia. En plan, que sabemos que esta señora estaba viva de hace MUCHO tiempo. Me parece muy bonito que la deidad del invierno sea también de la familia. Porque el invierno se asocia a cosas frías, si se tiene que asociar a sentimientos o movidas así abstractas suelen ser cosas como la tristeza, la perdida, la desesperación (por eso de los días haciéndose mas cortos y el frío)… Pero es diosa de la familia, y por eso quiere tanto a la suya y tiene todos esos momentos y frases que hace comentarios al respecto. Aunque también… Nae… querer matar a la emperatriz es un poco fucked up… ¿Es que no le queda familia para que te sepa mal? ¿Sabes si es su hora? Porque vale, muere gente joven y Dee ha jugado bastante con la Calma como para saberlo. Pero una cosa es que se mueran de forma natural y otra que las deidades se metan de por medio… Bueno, anyway me parece una deidad muy curiosa y me gustaría saber más de ella. Está claro que monta toda esa movida para proteger el bosque y a su familia, pero wow.

Athe’Ke: me encanta su diseño, voy a empezar diciendo eso. Y que me puso muy sad cuando Lion dijo que a Athe no le gusta porque lo asocia a estar sola y ay… Con lo bonica que es, no merece. Eso sí, es una dramas (todo el panteón lo son). De Athe ya he hablado bastante cuando decía lo de que cual es su perrito, pero bueno, no viene nunca de más hablar un poco más. Me hizo mucha gracia la parte esta de que si su último paladín tenía más ojos de los que debería y ella “pero no tenía ni una dioptría”. El hecho de que tenga un mentirometro y que se entere de TODO me encanta, que marrón tiene que ser para Athe, pero mola mucho como concepto. Que ganas de ver quién es el perrito, de verdad.

Y pues creo que ya estaría, este es mi tochaco sobre deidades. Ea. 4.6k

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1. 5. 17 for dnd ask meme!

1. A favorite character you have played? I haven’t really played much, so it’s a tie between :

- The Greenwalker, my Firbolg Circle of Dreams Druid. He accidentally wandered into the Feywild aged 50, and lived there for 300 years. He became a General in the Summer Court army, and was captured by Winter Court agents. He was experimented on for nearly 150 years, and finally escaped to the Prime Material Plane, arriving back only a year after left, without any memories. GW often provides the voice of calm and reason in The Wallawash Wanderers, but do not mistake his calm for a lack of passion. He’s killed people for less

and- Taliriktug Tingenek, my Goliath Ancestral Guardian Barbarian. Yet another Big Boy Far From Home character, Tali hails from a place far to the north of the world, populated entirely by Goliath. Three tribes reside in the Mountains, Plains, and Coastline, of the land of Tuk-Kavik. He spent 50 years trapped in a block of ice, kept safe by his goddess, Naki-Uthai, so he might serve some great purpose. He’s a big loud boy who likes to punch first and let someone else ask questions.

5. Favorite NPCI’ve grown very fond of Max, or Maxine Willoweaver, an NPC in The Greenwalkers game. We learned more about her recently, she’s the product of very powerful fey magic, bringing about a “human” life from a branch of the Elder Tree, a tree planted by Correllon at the dawn of the world. She’s somehow Fey, and is also the key to most of the rest of the campaign.

17. What are some house rules that your group has?When I run games, I play fairly by the book, but I add a Lingering Injury rule. If you drop to 0hp, you roll a CON save, DC10. If you pass, note that the DC goes up by 1. If you fail, you roll a d20 for a lingering injury. In the game i most recently DMed, we only had one, our Fighter took a Horrible Scar from our Wild Magic Sorc Fireballing himself.