#incorrect ink thief

[incorrect-ink-thief]

Dog, jumping out of a closet: BOO! Miz Tiggle: Dog: Miz Tiggle: Dog: *makes a sad face* Miz Tiggle: Ahh! Oh my god! You scared me!

[i-am-so-normal-about-radiostatic]

Some Radiostatic incorrect quotes

Vox: I was arrested for being too cool. Alastor: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

Alastor: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds. Vox: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!? Alastor: No! Four to five seconds! Vox: Too late!!!

Vox: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming Alastor: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak

Vox: Do you have any skeletons in your closet? Alastor: You mean literally or figuratively? Vox: Honestly, the fact that I have to specify...

Vox: I’m gonna need a human skull and I can't have you ask any questions why. Alastor: Only if you also don't ask why Alastor: Pulls out 7 pristine human skulls Take your pick. Vox: Alastor: Vox: This one is fine

Vox: What is your biggest weakness? Alastor: I can be uncooperative. Vox: Okay, can you give me an example? Alastor: No.

Vox: So what do you do? Alastor: I work in genetic research, and I'm currently trying to eliminate all Cancers. Vox: Wow, impressive. Alastor: Then I'll move on to Leos.

Alastor: Vox... Vox: Oh no, 'Vox' in b-flat. Vox: You're disappointed.

Alastor: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside Vox: Vox: Alastor, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn... Alastor: Sips coffee from bowl

Vox: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something. Alastor: Vox, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.

Vox: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor. Alastor: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

Vox: A theif. Alastor: Thief? Vox: Theif. Alastor: I before E, except after C. Vox: Thceif. Alastor: No.

Vox: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you. Alastor: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Vox: Absolutely not.

(This is their relationship fr ^^^)

Alastor, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today! Vox: walks in covered with ink, shark fin and tail out Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

Vox, tending to Alastor's wounds: How would you rate your pain? Alastor: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

Vox: How many kids do you have? Alastor: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

(He's the dad friend. He's adopted Charlie, Vaggie and Niffty so far)

Vox: Must be hard not being able to laugh Alastor: I do have a sense of humor you know Vox: I’ve never heard you laugh before Alastor: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

Alastor: So what’s for dinner? Vox, staring at the food he just burnt: Regret.

Vox: Alastor was banned from the chicken shack, so we had to go out of town to get some. Alastor: Well, they shouldn’t say “all you can eat” if they don’t mean it. Vox: Alastor, you ate the employee.

Vox: Three words. Say them and I'm yours. Alastor: Three words. Vox:

Vox: What’s the straightest thing you’ve ever done? Alastor: sighs Alastor: I killed a man.

Alastor: I’m never donating blood ever again. Alastor: The second you walk through the door, it’s just one invasive question after another! Alastor: ‘Where did you get it?’ 'Why is it in a bucket?’ I mean, do you want it or not?

Vox: Goodnight to the love of my life, Alastor, and fuck the rest of y'all.

Alastor: Our relationship is strictly professional. Vox, sitting on Alastor’s lap: Absolutely. Only on business.

Vox: I'm not a morning person. I'm barely even a person.

Vox: Did you ever have like a pet run away and find it or anything? Alastor: I had a lizard that I burnt.

Vox, dramatically: They called me a fool. Alastor, sick of Vox's shit: They weren’t wrong.

Alastor: Two brooooos! Vox: Chillin' in a hot tub! Alastor: Five feet apart 'cause we're not gay! Vox: Alastor: Vox: tearing up Alastor: Babe, c'mon… Vox: AND HERE YOU REALLY HAD ME THINKING WE HAD SOMETHING. Alastor: Babe…

Alastor: You look mentally ill. Vox: I am. Let’s go.

Alastor: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash. Vox: Oh. We're going out? Alastor: Wh…

Vox: Cause you're pretty and you're smart, and you're ignoring me so you're obviously my type. Alastor, who was distracted: I'm sorry- what were you saying? Vox: Perfect.

Alastor: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night? Vox: It was autocorrect. Alastor: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."? Vox: Yes.

Vox: I want to kiss you. Alastor, not paying attention: What? Vox: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

Vox: Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreshing. Alastor: Are you a software update? because not right now.

Vox: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine. Alastor: Marry me.

Vox: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy. Alastor: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep. Vox: I said within reason, Alastor. How about I murder that guy? Alastor: So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't? Vox: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

Alastor: Are you trying to seduce me? Vox: Why, are you seducible?

Vox: Alastor is playing hard to get. Vox: Little do they know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

Alastor: Vox and I are no longer dating. Vox: Alastor, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married.

Alastor: Hey, about that love letter you sent me- Vox: blushes What are your thoughts? Alastor: The fourth sentence- Vox: Yeah, that’s where I got really emotional and I- Alastor: It’s “you’re” not “your”.

Vox: Two bros! Vox: Chillin' in a hot tub! Vox: Zero feet apart 'cause we're GAY AS FUCK!

Vox: We have a problem. Alastor: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

Vox: You have to apologize to them Alastor. Alastor: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

Vox: Do you want to know your gay name? Alastor: My… my gay name? Vox: Yeah, it's your first name- Alastor: Haha. Very funny Vox- Vox: gets down on one knee And my last name. Alastor: Oh- oh my god.

Vox: Stop doing that. Alastor: Stop doing what? Vox: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.

Vox: My hands are cold. Alastor: Here, let me hold them. Vox: My lips are cold too. Alastor: covers Vox's mouth with their hand

Vox: I think I'm falling for you. Alastor: Then get up.

Vox: I’m in love with you. Alastor: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork. Vox: I know. Alastor: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

Vox: You got a date yet Alastor? Alastor: No… Vox: Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

Vox and Alastor are in Paris. Vox: I'm…moved. I…I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now. I feel…destiny? Alastor: But… Vox: I don't know what it is. I feel like… I just never thought I'd see it with my own two eyes. And here it is. It's just there. It's right in front of me, and… Alastor: This is what you wanted to see? The bridge from Inception? Vox: Yeah. Alastor: But the Eiffel Tower is behind us, babe. Vox: Yeah, but this is the bridge FROM INCEPTION. Alastor: Okay, alright.

Vox: The first time I saw you, you stole my heart. Alastor: But I'm a kleptomaniac, so that doesn't mean anything.

Vox, talking about Alastor: WHAT THE FUCK I WAS ARGUING WITH THEM AND I SAID “OOH YOU WANNA KISS ME SO BAD” AND GUESS WHAT? THEY DID. THEY KISSED ME. WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DO I DO.

Alastor: Is something burning? Vox, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you. Alastor: Vox, the toaster is literally on fire.

Alastor: Okay, but if you're not gay then why are you always holding my hand and kissing me and telling me I’m your boyfriend? Vox: Dude- Its satire! Alastor: THAT'S NOT WHAT SATIRE MEANS!

Vox: Alastor is playing hard to get. Vox: Little does he know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

Vox: We’re getting married, bitches! Alastor: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.

[northlight14]

Wrightworth incorrect quotes

These two have taken over my soul

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Phoenix: what’s your biggest weakness?

Edgeworth: I can be uncooperative

Phoenix: okay, can you give me an example?

Edgeworth: no.

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Phoenix: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something.

Edgeworth: Phoenix, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.

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Phoenix: A theif.

Edgeworth: Thief?

Phoenix: Theif.

Edgeworth: I before E, except after C.

Phoenix: Thceif.

Edgeworth: No.

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Phoenix: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor.

Edgeworth: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

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Phoenix: What if the 'g' in 'gif' is silent?

Edgeworth: Go the fuck to sleep

Phoenix: What gif I don't want to?

Edgeworth: Fuck You

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Phoenix: I know you're deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

Edgeworth: It's not a joke.

Edgeworth: *sniffles*

Edgeworth: I'm a legit snack.

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Phoenix: I made tea.

Edgeworth: I don't want tea.

Phoenix: I did not make tea for you. This is my tea.

Edgeworth: Then why are you telling me?

Phoenix: It is a conversation starter.

Edgeworth: That's a lousy conversation starter.

Phoenix: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.

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Phoenix: Okay, help me please!

Edgeworth: Got two words for you.

Phoenix: I bet they won't be helpful.

Edgeworth: Your problem.

Phoenix: I was right

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Edgeworth: I've already sent good vibes your way.. they're coming. There's nothing you can do to stop them.

Phoenix: This is the most threatening way I've ever been cheered up.

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Edgeworth: This is such a bad idea.

Phoenix: Then why are you coming along?

Edgeworth: One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

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Phoenix: Am I in trouble?

Edgeworth: Take a guess.

Phoenix: No?

Edgeworth: Take another guess.

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Phoenix: Do you take constructive criticism?

Edgeworth: I only take cash or credit.

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Phoenix: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside

Edgeworth:

Edgeworth: Phoenix, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn...

Phoenix: *Sips coffee from bowl*

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Phoenix, pointing: May I sit there?

Edgeworth: That's my lap

Phoenix: That doesn't answer my question, Edgeworth.

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Phoenix, struggling to keep upright in his 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don't really think heels are for me

Edgeworth, pointing at him and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

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Phoenix, trying to cheer the group up: Things could be worse, you know!

Edgeworth: How?

Phoenix: How what?

Edgeworth: How could they be worse?

Phoenix: They couldn't, I lied.

Edgeworth:

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Phoenix: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives

Edgeworth: I wake up at 4:30 AM

Phoenix:

Phoenix: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

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Phoenix, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!

Edgeworth: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

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Edgeworth, standing with their back turned: I've been expecting you, Phoenix.

Phoenix : How did you do that without turning around?

Edgeworth: ... To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you.

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Edgeworth: Phoenix and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's-

Phoenix : Sentences.

Edgeworth: Don't interrupt me.

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Edgeworth, addressing the squad: And if you have any suggestions feel free to put them in the suggestion box.

Phoenix : But - that's just a trash can.

Edgeworth: It sure is!

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Edgeworth: Here's some advice

Phoenix : I didn't ask for any

Edgeworth: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me

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Edgeworth: *Accidentally hits Phoenix in the face*

Edgeworth: *Trying to decide between saying 'I'm fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'*

Edgeworth: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!

Phoenix : What's wrong with you?!

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Edgeworth: i went through an entire character arc during quarantine

Edgeworth: i became more evil if you're curious

Phoenix: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still!

Edgeworth: i'm going to get worse on purpose

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Edgeworth: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I'm late... I was... doing things.

*Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder*

Phoenix : *Out of breath* THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN' STAIRS.

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Edgeworth: Don't worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Phoenix : I think you mean cards.

Edgeworth, pulling knives out of his sleeves: No, I do not.

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Edgeworth: How many kids do you have?

Phoenix : Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

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Edgeworth: I'm going to take you out

Phoenix : great, it's a date!

Edgeworth: I meant that as a threat.

Phoenix : See you at five!

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Edgeworth: Phoenix ...

Phoenix: Oh no, 'Phoenix ' in b-flat.

Phoenix : You're disappointed.

[disasterousduo]

INCORRECT QUOTES

(I have drawings I’ll make at some point, right now take these incorrect quotes)

Scythe, about Y/N: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group. Harvest: Are we stealing them? Lunar: New or used? Scythe: Wonderful responses, both of you.

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Y/N: *Gently taps table* Lunar: *Taps back* Scythe: What are they doing? Harvest: Morse code. Y/N: *Aggressively taps table* Lunar: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

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Y/N: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos. Scythe: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard. Harvest: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos? Lunar: Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.

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Y/N: Yo is Lunar sleeping or dead?  Lunar: Hopefully dead, I hated their guts.  Harvest: Yeah, so did I.  Scythe: Okay first of all, fuck you-

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Y/N: We need a distraction. Scythe: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises? Harvest, whispering: My time has come

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Y/N: Why are you on the floor? Scythe: I'm depressed. Scythe: Also I was stabbed, can you get Lunar, please.

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Scythe: Lunar, my old arch enemy. Harvest: ... I thought I was your arch enemy? Scythe: I have a life outside of you, Harvest.

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Scythe: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things.  *Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder*  Lunar: *Out of breath* THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.

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Scythe: Harvest and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's-  Harvest: Sentences.  Scythe: Don't interrupt me.

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Harvest: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back. Lunar: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.

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Y/N: Lunar, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power! Lunar: Well of course I have. Lunar: Have you ever tried going mad without power? Lunar: It's boring.

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Y/N: A theif.  Harvest: Thief?  Y/N: Theif.  Harvest: I before E, except after C.  Y/N: Thceif.  Y/N: No.

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Y/N: Hey, you want some leftovers?  Scythe: What's that?  Y/N: You've never had leftovers???  Scythe: No, because I'm not a quitter.

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Lunar: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume?  Harvest: *chugs entire bottle*  Harvest: It’s perfume.

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Y/N: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside Lunar: Lunar: Y/N, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn... Y/N: *Sips coffee from bowl*

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Lunar: Fuck. Scythe: We've got to work on your cursing. Lunar: Why? I'm pretty good at cursing already.

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Y/N: *Stubs their toe* FUCK! Scythe: Mind your language! Y/N: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”??? Scythe: Y/N: You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.

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Y/N: How do I deal with my enemies? Scythe: Kill them Y/N: That's a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution Scythe: Kill them only a little? 🩸🎃🌟

Y/N: *Accidentally hits Harvest in the face* Y/N: *Trying to decide between saying 'I’m fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'* Y/N: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?! Harvest: What’s wrong with you?!

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Scythe : I'm a reverse necromancer. Lunar: Isn't that just killing people? Scythe: Ah, technicality.

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Y/N: Is something burning? Scythe: Just my love for you. Y/N: Scythe, the toaster is on fire.

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Y/N, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!  Lunar: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

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Y/N: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated. Lunar: Killed without hesitation. Y/N: No.

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Y/N: *Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff* Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB? Scythe: Bold of you to assume I was born at all. Harvest: I personally was created in a lab. Lunar: I just straight up spawned lol.

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Y/N: *Screams*  Scythe: *Screams louder to assert dominance*  Harvest: Should we do something?!  Lunar, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

Scythe: Lunar isn’t answering their phone Y/N: I’ll call Scythe: Harvest and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi- Lunar: Hello?

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Y/N: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff. Scythe: I witnessed the dumb stuff. Lunar: I recorded the dumb stuff. Harvest: I joined in on the dumb stuff. Ruin: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!

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Y/N, trying to convince Ruin to join the group: You know... I thought it'd be good to have someone come along who's really... strong! Scythe: And loud! Harvest: And grumpy! Lunar: And oblivious to reality! Ruin:

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Y/N: So uhhh... my question is: my friend keeps on going into the pantry and grabbing handfuls of fettuccine... uncooked... Lunar: I would hope they're not grabbing handfuls of cooked fettuccine! Ruin: In your pantry! Y/N: Yeah... and eating them raw, and they keep calling them 'chips'. ... How do I make them stop? Lunar: Is your friend here? Y/N, motioning to Scythe: Yeah. Lunar, to Scythe: You're a monster! Words MEAN things! >:( Harvest: Does anybody remember- I haven't been to Olive Garden in many moons- but they DO have a like- fettuccine bottle that you can just- grab em out of and chew- Harvest: HOLD ON. WAS THIS A PRANK YOU GUYS PULLED ON ME WHEN WE WENT TO OLIVE GARDEN AS KIDS?! Harvest: NO, STOP. EVERYBODY SHUT UP. DO THEY GIVE YOU RAW FETTUCCINE TO CHEW ON IN THE LOBBY OF THE OLIVE GARDEN Everyone else: No. Harvest, to Lunar and Ruin: YOU FUCKIN BASTARDS Lunar: YAAAAAAAAY! Ruin: THE PRESTIGE!

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Y/N: I’m an idiot. Scythe: Harvest: Lunar: Ruin: Y/N: Scythe: If you’re waiting for us to disagree, this is going to be a long day.

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Y/N: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends. Scythe: ... Your what? Y/N: My friends. Harvest: Are they saying “friends”? Lunar: I think they're being sarcastic. Ruin: No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Y/N! All of your friends are in this room. Y/N: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks.

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Y/N: What does 'take out' mean? Scythe: Food. Harvest: Dating Lunar: Murder Ruin: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD.

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Y/N: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life  Scythe: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years!  Harvest: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this!  Lunar: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!  Ruin: My moral code, is that you?  Y/N:  Y/N: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?

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Y/N: Anyone d-  Scythe: Depressed?  Harvest: Drained?  Lunar: Dumb?  Ruin: Disliked?  Y/N: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people ...

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Y/N: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? Scythe: Several traffic violations. Harvest: Three counts of resisting arrest. Lunar: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Ruin: Also, that’s not our car.

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Y/N: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?  Scythe: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies  Harvest: Socks are Feetie Heaties  Lunar: Forks are Stabby Grabbies  Scythe: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties  Harvest: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies  Lunar: Stamps are Lickie Stickies  Ruin, annoyed: You are disappointments

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Scythe: Rules are made to be broken.  Y/N: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.  Harvest: Uh, piñatas.  Lunar: Glow sticks.  Suntea: Karate boards.  Moontea: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.  Scythe: Rules.  Y/N:

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Y/N: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something? Scythe: Nope, absolutely not. Harvest: I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through. Lunar: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life. Suntea: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you. Moontea: I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome.

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Y/N, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.  Scythe: Hey.  Harvest: Hi.  Lunar: Hello.  Suntea: Hey!  Y/N: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!  Moontea: We were out of Doritos.

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Lunar: Just be yourself. Harvest: 'Be myself'? Lunar, I have one day to win Y/N over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me? Scythe: Couple weeks. Suntea: Six months. Moontea: Jury’s still out. Harvest: See, Lunar? Harvest: 'Be myself'. What kind of garbage advice is that?

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Y/N: Dumbest scar stories, go!  Suntea: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.  Harvest: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it.  Lunar: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade.  Scythe: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn.  Moontea:  Moontea: I have emotional scars.

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Y/N: Time for plan G. Scythe: Don’t you mean plan B? Y/N: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Harvest: What about plan D? Y/N: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Lunar: What about plan E? Y/N: I’m hoping not to use it. Suntea dies in plan E. Moontea: I like plan E.

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*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’*  Y/N: Thanks fam!  Scythe: oh no  Harvest: *cries* I love you too  Lunar: Sounds fake but okay  Suntea: *A flustered mess*  Moontea: can i get a refund

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Y/N: I CAN'T DO IT! Scythe, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER! Y/N: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE Harvest: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US. Y/N: Y/N: I appreciate it, Y/N: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH- Lunar: Y/N- Y/N: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE! Suntea: Y/N we gotta- Y/N: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT. Y/N: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?' Y/N, motioning to Moontea: NOT FUCKING THIS

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Y/N: What doesn't kill me should run, because now I'm fucking pissed.

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Y/N, motioning to a Halloween display: All these ghosts! All these ghosts! I still can’t find a boo.

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Lunar: If you can’t beat them, dress better than them

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Scythe: People are always asking me if I'm a morning person or a night person.  Scythe: And I'm just like, 'Buddy! I'm barely even a PERSON!'

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Ruin: Dear friends, your Christmas gift this year… is me. That’s right, another year of friendship. Your membership has been renewed.

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Harvest: You wanna see how hardcore I am? Harvest: *punches wall* Harvest: Harvest: Take me to the hospital.

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Scythe: I’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.

🩸🎃🌟☕️

Harvest: I’m going to defeat you with the power of friendship! ... And this knife I found.

🩸🎃🌟☕️

Lunar: Okay okay stop asking me if I'm straight, gay, bi, whatever. I identify as a FUCKING THREAT.

🩸🎃🌟☕️

*The squad is over at Y/N's house* Scythe: Ohhhh, we each get our own oven? Y/N: ... N-No... Y/N, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have??? Scythe, motioning to their kitchen: Three, I thought! Harvest : I see a- Y/N, motioning to one device: This is a microwave. Scythe: Oh, well I- Y/N: Hey wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave* Y/N, amazed: Its got a bake setting! Lunar: Ohoho, you learn something new every day! Suntea: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first? Y/N: Now I've just discovered I have more ovens than I thought, we don't have to roshambo nothin! Y/N: I am someone who owns four ovens... Y/N, louder and way too happy: I am someone... who owns FOUR OVENS... Y/N: I didn't know I was so rich with ovens... Moontea, pointing to another appliance: Also the toaster oven! Y/N: Scythe: Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens! Y/N: Y/N, fucking ECSTATIC: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS

🩸🎃🌟☕️

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*  Y/N: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.  Everyone:  Suntea: ...I did. I broke it.  Y/N: No. No you didn't. Harvest ?  Harvest : Don't look at me. Look at Lunar.  Lunar: What?! I didn't break it.  Harvest : Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?  Lunar: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.  Harvest : Suspicious.  Lunar: No, it's not!  Scythe: If it matters, probably not, but Moontea was the last one to use it.  Moontea: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!  Scythe: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?  Moontea: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Scythe!  Suntea: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Y/N.  Y/N: No! Who broke it!?  Everyone:  Scythe: Y/N... Harvest 's been awfully quiet.  Harvest : rEALLY?!  *Everyone starts arguing*  Y/N, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.  Y/N: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.  Y/N:  Y/N: Good. It was getting a little chummy around 

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Tales from Valaria Masterpost

A collection of fantasy stories taking place on the planet Valaria.

About Valaria

A world with two main continents: one referred to as the eastern, one as the western, with a smaller third continent and numerous islands.

(map made with Roll for Fantasy map maker)

Valaria is populated by three dominant bipedal species (humans, elves, Draigo) and three known subspecies (devar, lycanthropes, sang) The magic system is based on spells, which are cast by writing or speaking runes. Only two groups can use runes: magicians and Stalkers. Magicians write runes using ink or blood, while Stalkers learn to speak runes through experimentation and thirst for power.

Characters:

Octavian de Silv Draven Cozenson Reese Takari

Stories:

(arranged chronologically but can be read in any order)

The Watcher and the Thief

[1:1] [1:2] [1:3] [2:1] [2:2]

A Watcher (glorified detective/bodyguard) seeks out a magician to reverse a curse placed upon his apprentice. A thief steals a gemstone from the Draigo that is much more valuable than it seems. And a devar messenger, tasked with an urgent message, is instead drawn into the conflict between a Stalker and her prey. Contains: magic whump, knife wounds, arrow wounds, burns, gunshot wounds.

The Hunter, the Myth and the Cure

"Is that a kid?"

Gunblade Duo Used as Bait One-shot (noncanon)

Draven Cozenson, an infamous lycanthrope hunter, is tasked to capture numerous werecreatures within the city of Zariya. At the same time, a devar acquaintance seeks his aid. A young teen is kidnapped from her home for unknown reasons. Contains: kidnapping, blood drawings, gunshot wounds, knife wounds, magic whump, monsters.

Magician's Bait

[Read on AO3]

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]

[COMPLETE]

Damian has been abducted by a Stalker who seeks to use him as bait for her true prize. Contains: magic whump, captivity, PTSD, deception, knife wounds, death.

Misc:

Tag Games:

Find the Word [1] [2] [3] Incorrect Quotes OC in 15: Draven Memes Character Voice [1] [2] [3] OC Questionnaire: [Draven, Octavian, Reese] [Luc] Vaguely Summarized WIP: The Watcher and the Thief OC Interview: Reese OC BINGO: Draven OC Interaction: Hector OC Cuddleability Rating [TWatT] OC Facts [1] Bold OC Facts Tag OC Felony BINGO Acrostic Sentence Writing Share-Type [1] Character Headcanon Generator

Character Asks:

Worst Ever Hurt Lost Children Weirdly Alike OCs: Draven and Korfel Knights Radiant Quiz Watcher Apprenticeship Nightmares Jumbo Ask Game [1] Soft Ask Game [1] [2] Emoji Ask Game [1] [2] [3] [4] Waste of time, empathize with objects

Incorrect Quotes:

Two Truths and a Lie Consequences of Actions Just a guy Risked your life Wanted Poster Familiar Disappointed

Worldbuilding:

Zariya Magic System

Art/References:

Gunblade Duo (Draven and Octavian) Doodles

[darth-nikeon]

Gotham incorrect quotes compilation 🙂

Jim: I think we're missing something.

Oswald: Teamwork?

Harvey: Cohesion?

Ed: A general sense of what we’re doing?

Jeremiah , watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!

Jerome: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

Ed: Three words. Say them and I'm yours.

Oswald: Three words.

Ed:

Nygma: I was arrested for being too cool.

Oswald: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

Nygma: Okay, truth or dare?

Oswald: Truth

Nygma: How many hours have you slept this week?

Oswald:

Oswald: ...Dare

Nygma: Go to bed.

Oswald: I don’t like this game.

Oswald : A theif.

Ed: Thief?

Oswald: Theif.

Ed: I before E, except after C.

Oswald: Thceif.

Ed: Dammit, Oswald!

Oswald: What?! It wasn’t me!

Ed: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Barbara!

Barbara: Not me either.

Ed: Oh...Then who set the house on fire?

Jerome: *whistles*

[thewalkingcigarette]

im writing out in fancy letters, how next i want my heart handled. it seems my words and moves are futile, so a note might suffice this time. im tired of finding it in the dirt, or fed the wrong meals at the incorrect times. im sick of how pale it looks, and how bleached the sun dried it when left alone. its a tender thing, gentle and sweet, and requires very simple measures. so perhaps my fancy curves of ink will suit it better taken. once returned with blackened chambers, and hastily stuffed back in. again torn in several places, where i had to haphazardly and unprofessionally stitch stitch stitch it closed. then there was the awful time, i found it in the dusk. torn right in two this time it was, what a horrid sight. i scrambled to collect it, and many slivers are forever gone, and it fit a bit smaller in its box behind my ribs, but in one piece i put it. this final time, although barely pulled from its crib, ive been returned it in a slow beat. it pumps just once or twice a minute, and i beg for rain to bring lightening. im afraid i no longer want to give this old battered heart away, but alas im not immune to thievery. perhaps this thief will be a fan of poetry and word, and read it thorough with earnest.

[attolianarchives]

Ok so I’m slowly making my way through your podcast (love it) and I have SO MANY thoughts but also haven’t yet read TaT or RoTT so bear with me if these things have already been discussed in the podcast and/or the series?

So first thing, sometime during the thief or QoA (sorry, I lost track of the episode) you mentioned that Gen was copying/did copy a scroll for Kamet? Apparently he mentions that he did this in TaT? Well, very early in chapter 5 of QoA Gen mentions in his narration as he is examining his desk, “In the center of the pile, he supposed, was the scroll he’d been recopying before he’d gone to Attolia” (page 57 in the 2006(?) edition). He actually mentions it twice—in the next paragraph he discovers that “At some point ink had spilled across he text he’d been copying, obscuring the left half of a long paragraph.” What are the odds this is the scroll he was copying for Kamet? Once again, MWT creates that rich sense of worldly continuity with a single sentence, the true significance of which will not be revealed until three books later… <3 What do you think? Is it possible?

Second thing, jumping ahead quite a bit, in KoA chapter 4, around 12:10, you discuss Gen pretending to be lost in the Attolian palace, leading his attendants around and pretending(?) to be angry. You connected this to Gen playing along with his attendants’ behavior as they lead him around through incorrect (or at least pointlessly long) routes, as part of his facade of being lost and unaware of things. You also connected his anger and possibly not being able to jump over the atrium anymore, as he once could. Very good points, both of which I think are likely true, but here’s another idea! (Since Gen always has at least five motivations behind every action, it feels): I always took his strange paths through the palace to mean that he was attempting to trace his secret paths through the walls and ceilings etc. from the outside, public corridors. After all, he does know how to get through the palace, but mainly by going unseen through these secret access points (presumably, at this point). That’s why they end up at the top of the atrium—later in the book, when they arrive at that same point after he almost fell off the roof, he metaphorically throws up his hands and just crosses the atrium through the rafters—a path that works perfectly fine for him, but not his attendants or guard or Costis, who is also there. So at that point he’s just continuing on with the path he was following and no longer pretending he doesn’t know exactly where he’s going. The other times, when he’s still pretending, the path ultimately seems like he’s just wandering around, lost, because he can’t go through the walls and doors and chimneys as he usually would, since his squad of attendants is behind him, so he ends up nowhere (or somewhere that seems like an impassable mistake, like the atrium).

Anyway, I was really exited about these two thoughts so here they are! I hope you don’t mind me sending these in even though you covered these chapters literal years ago. Hope you all have a delightful and safe day! (Also sorry if the formatting of this ask is getting weird? It’s looking weird on my end but tumblr won’t let me change it, alas.)

This made our week!! We wanted to wait to answer it till we were in the same room ha. Love these two theories and hadn't thought of or heard them before!! Especially the palace one, that's just gotta be the explanation. And recopying the scroll, if he was copying it before he went Attolia and then ink spilled on it, he'd have to start over, so it would have his new bad handwriting, and that would be why the scroll Kamet received from him had shaky writing! Totally could be the case.

[thebloodychampion]

INCORRECT QUOTES FOR

@dementedxshade​ @hearts-of-cards​ @phxraonicguardian​

Moony: How do I deal with my enemies? Mariku: Kill them Moony: That's a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution Mariku: Kill them only a little? 

Moony: I am not out of control! I'm a law abiding citizen! Atemu: Really? Name one law Moony: Don't kill people? Atemu: That's on me. I set the bar too low. 

Moony: God, give me patience. Yugi: I think you mean 'give me strength'. Moony: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead. 

Moony: Is something burning? Marik: Just my love for you. Moony: Marik, the toaster is on fire. 

Moony: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died- Ryo: Twelve, actually. Moony: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that? Ryo: Yours! Moony: That's right: no one's. 

Moony: How petty can you get? Bakura: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about. 

Moony: What’s up guys? I’m back. Thief King: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die. Moony: Death is a social construct. 

Moony, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today! Judai: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being a dick. 

Moony: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds. Jonouchi: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!? Moony: No! Four to five seconds! Jonouchi: Too late!!! 

Moony: I’m going to take you out Edo: great, it’s a date! Moony: I meant that as a threat. Edo: See you at five!

[project-ohagi]

Keigo Takami ღ Hawks x Reader {Kingdom AU}

Buy me a coffee!! <3

Why do birds deem it necessary to shout during such early hours?

The matutinal chirping was that which your mind vehemently claimed to hate, and yet you couldn’t get enough - you remained unsatiated, even as the chorus reached its most deafening. Your hunger for the oddly-mellisonant noises grew with each passing day.

It tells me that they're still alive. When did I begin longing for such an ensemble, so spirited…so within my grasp? Perhaps they hide the key to my cage…to this prison of self-spite and deceit? If only I could capture one. I would ask it all that I wish to know - its infinite knowledge of my future…if I am doomed to live. The birds here…they’re so, incredibly free. I yearn to have that same liberty.

With a drawn-out sigh, you added, That's but a mere fantasy, a childish day-dream. It is certain to disappear with time. These shackles are the curse of my birth. Freedom…true freedom…it will forever evade me.

Your untamed, maudlin delusions penetrated every crevice of your being, but as you rose from a half-slumber, you pushed them down. Shifting your focus to something real, something imminent, was the best course of action. So, exhaustion-glazed eyes ghosted over the makeshift bed to which you had confined yourself. Or, more accurately - to which the villagers had confined you. This was far from a gesture of concern for your health, although disease was often rife amongst the peasantry. No…this was the result of their refusal to so much as acknowledge your existence. Only work managed to rouse you. Work - the very warrant for your ostracization. In a way, you supposed that was valid. You never wanted such unsavoury jobs, but how else were you to make ends meet…especially now?

What if I simply abandoned my post? Would I be punished? Executed? Either way, I am deserving of it. If only death could cleanse me of my sins…Is food off the menu today, too? It is becoming nigh-impossible to find enough, even for a single day. No-one sells to me anymore. Not even that kindly old woman near the village outskirts…

"Is that my fate then, to die of starvation?" Despite the indifference lacing your tone, you prepared for an onslaught of tears.

This world, infinitely cruel and rotten as you perceived it, seemed to loath your very essence. It slowly whittled you to the bone, rejected your abject cries and those pitiful, helpless tears. Yet, not a soul threw you pity - not even an ounce. Nothing should have tethered you to this ground, this filthy house, where the faintest illumination of a flickering candle was all the hope you could afford. Though, lack of money was never truly the problem. No…the fault lay solely with the villagers. And the King. If only you hadn't been threatened to assume your mantle. If only this was the fantasy - this bloodthirsty kingdom, the ignorance to such plights as yours, the senseless slaughter of your parents…

By my own hands. I cannot masquerade as the victim forever. They already haunt me…the ghosts. All the ghosts…

"It would be a fitting end, I suppose." The breaths that tore apart your lungs failed to distract your wandering gaze.

It fell suspiciously upon an unopened scroll, donning a sickeningly-familiar wax seal. Had a member of the Royal Guard crept inside, under the cloak of night? It appeared that even the most highly-trained soldiers in the land would wretch at the thought of an encounter with you, awake and alert. How utterly ridiculous. A young, sullen-faced girl couldn’t exactly compete with the King's personal guards, even if you were able to wield an axe. Your defeat would be anticipated, underwhelming. You strolled over to examine the parchment, malnutrition forcing your slowed movements. It was a fresh order, you wagered, straight from the King himself.

I had hoped to be proven incorrect. No bother. Well…perchance with another few coins, I could convince a poor villager to sell me some bread? A nice loaf, maybe?

Your stomach grumbled its agreement. 'Kill or be killed' wasn’t simply an idle comment, after all - it encompassed the very nature of humanity.

"Brutish." A susurrant sound tumbled from your lips. "But I am no better."

If honesty must prevail in this world, then I shall attest to being so much worse.

The scroll's seal broke with ease, leaving you to unfurl the paper and trace the words, bile endeavouring all the while to scale the walls of your stomach. The name engraved in black ink was a recognisable one. He, alongside his unfledged son, worked as palace servants. The latter was especially flighty, always being reprimanded by his seniors. This, you had witnessed on occasion. A fleeting glance was all you ever allowed yourself, and that name never once caused your skin to crawl so horribly, as it did now.

"XXXXX Takami…a thief?"

Is there no justification? I wonder if he truly stole anything. The King is most likely in the mood to watch an execution today. If so, then this will not be the first instance of an innocent dying by my hand.

As guilt poured from your eyes, silent and crystalline, you muttered, "I cannot profess to be his champion. Nor even my own…Why must my resolve be so frail?"

Why must cruelty reign supreme?

Your reflections were quelled by the searing pain exuding from the mark that tainted your wrist. It was customary for executioners, but designs varied. You were unfortunate enough to be branded with something simple, yet imbued with the weight and meaning of an entire people. It was as though your words, however few, and your actions, spoke for all your kin. It was curious, as the symbol was the runic ᛒ, although Japan was far removed from any other civilisations. The deplorable truth of the matter, was that it solidified your societal status. It served as a reminder that you wouldn’t ever escape from the Burakumin - the lowest class. The peasants. The dirty, the untrustworthy, the sinners. You couldn’t cover it up. To do so might be counted as treason, fighting against the authority of the crown. You would be executed, just as your parents, and now…as this conceivably blameless man.

…This father.

You would so disturb the structure of a family?

Have I any other choice?

Life never presented you with choices, different paths to follow, to branch off from the main narrative. The door to your cage was securely chained. The key, presumably, rested within the bulging pocket of the King. Your sleight-of-hand skills weren't masterful enough to allow the evasion of every soldier at the King's command, so you couldn’t ever move to grasp self-sovereignty. That worthless tyrant had to understand this. He likely laughed at the image. You couldn’t simply neglect your responsibilities, for this one man, for his youthful son…

What use are sentiments, if only to distract from this morbid reality? Their family cannot be satisfied, if he would stoop to thievery. Criminals cannot proceed unpunished.

"Though they can, and often do." The glimmer of remorse reflecting in your eyes alluded to the ever-dwindling fire in your soul - you couldn’t comprehend your position…why you still lived, after everything - every rolling head, every spatter of blood, every jeer and taunt…

Between the burning of the brand on your wrist, and the nipping of the tears in your (e/c) irises, you decided that a moment of respite was needed. You perched on the unsteady floor, clutching both face and wrist. Why was this happening now? Morning-tide shouldn't be harder than any other time - least of all early afternoon, when families would gather around the execution grounds, blithely chatting away and gnawing on bread, or the rare sliver of cheese that almost compelled you to salivate. Honestly, it was a miracle you could still hold the axe aloft, in spite of your meagre diet. You sighed, rehearsing the time of this newest dispatch. Three hours…that was hardly fair. It required far longer to mentally prepare for such a killing. This man had a wife, surely, and a son! As you defended against the sick feeling nestling in your stomach, the repugnant sight of ebony in the corner of the room caught your attention. You wished so desperately to sacrifice that garb to the flames of Hell. You couldn’t bear to look at it, let alone adorn it.

Why do I bother to wear a mask, when they all recognise me?

Oh, of course…"It veils my tears."

And also, perhaps, my rugged appearance. I cannot even claim to resemble a respectable young woman. The villagers would sleep easier without beholding such an unsightly face. I should pay thanks the gods that the cloak disguises my figure, as well.

Broad shoulders and pancake-like breasts plagued your waking thoughts, but they were well-shielded underneath the dark, flowing robe you had just picked up. You utterly despised them. With less than three hours before the execution, you slipped on the cloak, but left the mask. It couldn’t be properly washed by hand - the blood of hundreds, innocents and sinners alike, had seemed to seep into the very essence of the fabric. It repulsed you, and yet an odd warmth accompanied it. Maybe…because it was the only constant in your life? The only thing providing purpose, whether you desired it or not? The fragrance was familiar, sometimes comforting on a particularly savage night. It nearly stung.

Just as a sorrowful breath escaped your lips, a series of frantic knocks alerted you to the door. Your entire being shuddered, nerves exploding. A bead of sweat rolled down your forehead. If you opened that door now, which now appeared more foreboding, who would you greet? The Captain of the Royal Guard? That once-lovely elderly woman, who used to sell you bread? A tax collector? A thief? Nobody in their right mind rapped on the door of an executioner…an outcast. They must have a certain degree of battle prowess, then. Shakily, you started towards that wooden entrance.

The knocking never ceased. In fact, was it intensifying? Whoever this was, they were desperate.

There would be nowhere for them to hide, in this small house.

The door swung open, revealing a dishevelled young man.

Is this…him?

The moment his words flooded your ears, the whole world collapsed around you. "Are you the executioner who is going to kill my father?"

You wanted to deny, to beg for forgiveness, but you couldn’t. Instead, with an averted gaze, you responded, "I am afraid so."

"You don't…you don't want to? You aren’t excited about this?" His tone indicated confusion, perhaps even sympathy.

To where did his formalities retreat? What a brazen boy…

You shuffled in discomfort. "I apologise for not taking pleasure in my work."

He looked unsure. "Please don't kill him. He is not thief - it's a lie!"

"That is quite a claim. Do you have any proof?" You didn’t wish to interrogate the poor soul - he was about to lose the greatest role-model he would ever know.

"No…" He stared at the ground briefly, before a fiery determination illuminated his eyes, and he looked back up. "…Would you…would you help me save him? Please?"

Does he assume me a hero? Or a vigilante?...Me?

The idea was half-baked, teeming with flaws. Wasn’t your capture, and subsequent execution, almost inevitable? Clearly, this had been a spontaneous decision, and the consequences floated just outside his mind. You swallowed down any further words. Something about him, something he exuded…pain? Fear? There wasn’t a single spark of confidence twinkling behind those golden eyes, and yet…you felt your heart pounding in compliance. In truth, did you not yearn for such an opportunity? Did you not wish to bellow to the universe, that you were capable of possessing a righteous nature, even at the expense of your life? If you couldn’t save one innocent from your own axe, you would never again begin to dream of redemption. It would set in stone your utter worthlessness.

Paranoid, (e/c) eyes skirted around the boy, searching for any characters of suspect. With a heaviness burrowing amid your heart, you ushered him inside your humble abode. Immediately, he spotted the scroll lying on the table. You made no effort to divert his attention.

After a few moments of tense silence, he spoke. "(L/n) (Y/n)…that your name?"

"Yes, though I rarely hear it anymore."

"Would he be in the dungeons right now? My father, I mean." He was deep in thought, incredibly serious.

Your gaze strayed - this boy was far too ethereal to be viewed by your peasant eyes. "Yes, along with the other prisoners."

"You believe me, don't you?" Shock was evident in his voice.

"Should I not?" You questioned, still refusing to glance his way.

A low chuckle tore from his lungs. "You should. How long do we have? We need a proper plan, right? Unless you're leaving me to do this alone. Something tells me you aren't willing to do that…"

"Alone, you would achieve nothing."

"Haha, well, behind every man there's a strong woman, right?" He displayed a closed-eye smile, blinding you for the few, sparing seconds you allowed yourself to witness it.

You couldn’t have realised the crimson hue worming its way on to your cheeks. "Absolutely not."

"Why're your replies so short? You not like talking to me, or something?"

Is he forgetting his reason for being here, so quickly?

"What of this plan? What of your father's fate?" You asked, hoping to remain on topic.

He chuckled again, sourly this time. "The plan…I was thinking, would it be possible to sneak him out of the dungeon? Or…replace him with someone else? I know it's horrible, and I feel awful about it, but…"

"The first one would never be possible. If we entered as two, and left as three, would you expect not to be questioned?" You bit your lip in contemplation. "On foot, journeying to the castle will take an hour. No matter our plan, we have to leave soon."

"You're right…of course you're right." He smiled, crookedly. "Is it bad to say I hate that?"

Shaking your head, you muttered, "Once in a while, the prisoners will wear masks, to shield from the jeering eyes of those in the crowd."

"So…if we had someone with a similar figure…" He trailed off.

Is this…a choice? Do I really have the option to save someone? To do a modicum of good, for once in my life? I…I have to...I cannot tear apart this family. I cannot accept that responsibility.

"Me."

The concerned expression painting his face was replaced with one of terror, of guilt. Clearly, this was an unexpected turn of events, and he opened his mouth, about to protest. He was likely to spew some nonsense regarding being young, throwing your life away…but you would remain resolute. You wouldn’t waver - not on such an important matter. As the years slowly trickled away, you had already reached a conclusion about your life, about your future. You reasoned that it wasn’t worth all the hassle, all the blood, sweat and tears. It wasn’t worth anything. So…why bother? Why bother living it, only to be thrashed around, ripped to shreds and then eventually killed, anyway? You adored nothing of yourself. You adored nothing of anyone. Without a meaning to your life, weren't you simply a husk? A broken shell of a once-pure, youthful girl?

"You?" His voice was quivering, as if he was infinitely opposed to your proposition.

A single, solemn nod confirmed his query.

"But…" He managed, trying to find a different solution. "…aren’t you the executioner? And…why does it have to be you? Can't we find someo-"

"It should be me." You cut him off, desperate to put this behind you. "I am not the only executioner. The other one…I have no doubt he will assist us, voluntarily."

All his dreadful emotions clogged his throat. The words wouldn’t exit seamlessly. "Why you? Tell me why…"

Your sigh was drawn-out, heavier than all the previous ones. "I can bear this world no longer, Takami. This job…even this house…everything is a cage, a prison. I cannot continue to live this way. I need you to understand, and respect my decision."

If not for the dire circumstances, a blush would have exploded on his face; you referred to him by name. Though…he couldn’t fathom the idea of you being separated so soon after meeting. For years, he had watched you, silently admiring all your adorable little quirks. All the features you despised, he loved with the passion of a thousand suns. To him, you weren't any less than human…no, in fact, you were a goddess, sent from the Heavens to bewitch him, to make him swoon, all while erecting an ignorant façade. He spent hours upon hours, mostly during nighttide, wondering, praying, that you had taken note of his presence…that you saw him, as you glided around the castle. He wished so desperately to be your swain, but despite being little more than a peasant boy himself, he still held the higher title. He knew of your job, but he witnessed your anguish. He observed the unrelenting tears that dripped down your face. He knew you were hurting.

Was he honestly now granting assent to your death?

"Keigo." He suddenly made a grab for your hands, feeling them callous and trembling slightly. "My name…it's Keigo."

You nodded, plunging into uncertain waters. "Keigo…"

"Please call me that, every time you address me, from now until…" His head fell; was this really happening?

Was he truly unable to stop you? Unable to change your mind? Even as this thought rocketed around his brain, he knew the truth. He couldn’t ever hope to stop you. It was clear - your decision was final.

He waited until you nodded again. "We should probably go now."

No response came, but none was necessary. The two of you ran, bounding towards the castle, side-by-side. You were determined - Keigo and his father would live. In this cold, cruel world, they would flourish…they would become something. And you would watch this, his adventure…from another plane. Perhaps it was Hell, perhaps Heaven, perhaps neither. Either way, you wouldn’t let this be the end. If you had the chance to keep walking by his side, even in death, then you would welcome it with open arms. You wouldn’t shy away from it, from providing him with security - you could ward off all the negative energy, all the malign spirits, threatening to cause him harm. You would be there.

Even in death.

The courtyard approached. Tugging on his sleeve, you directed him to a large, metal door, complete with padlocks and some ominous-looking scratch marks. So far, nobody seemed to have paid you any mind. You thrust the key into the lock, hoping that the sound of metal against metal wouldn’t attract too much unwanted attention. Keigo was fixated on the patrolling guards, who were thankfully more interested in showing off their swords to the noblewomen. You slipped inside, unnoticed. Awaiting you was Keigo's father, alongside a few others, mostly unconscious. From severe beatings, you presumed.

"(Y/n)! What is he doing here?"

You shushed him. "Shinya…I need to call in a favour."

"I have a bad feeling about this." He pointed to the two males, now attempting to comfort each other. "Does it involve them?"

He managed to unlock the shackles, so easily?

"Yes. You must listen to me - I am begging you."

He was hesitant, but replied, "Alright. What do you need?"

"I need you to execute the criminal in my steed. This, I cannot do." You answered, pouring your heart into the words.

"The criminal…" He paused. "…You are not speaking of Takami, are you?"

You shook your head. "I am afraid not."

"Then…" He sighed, as the truth dawned. "…You are speaking of yourself."

"Indeed."

A glint of sorrow lingered in his eyes. "Are you certain? You cannot recover from death."

"I am certain, beyond question." There was no hesitance in your voice, no doubt…not even a hint of anxiety.

You sounded free. At long last, you sounded free. Finally, you could dictate which path you took, and when it all ended. To object your wish now…Shinya couldn’t imagine the guilt. Forcing his heart to agree was no uncomplicated task, and he wasn’t likely to cease grieving for many moons, but…he couldn’t deny you. He couldn’t strip you of what little serenity you were able to feel, in this moment. He was already dressed in his executioner's garb, anyway. Nobody would recognise him…not until everything was over. The head probably wouldn’t be checked, either. Not for a while. By that time, Keigo and his father should be liberated, freed from the clutches of the evil King Enji Todoroki. Hopefully, they could settle within the boundaries of land of King Toshinori Yagi, or All Might, as most affectionately named him.

That loathsome, ebony robe slipped from your body, and Shinya presented you with some smaller, dirtier clothes. You didn’t mind. In fact, you relished in it. Finally, finally...something was happening on your terms. You would die, on your terms, not by the instruction of the King. And…even though it signalled the end, the extinguishing of your life…you couldn’t have been happier, in that moment.

"(Y/n)…" Your young accomplice whispered, half-adoring, half-fearful. "…Do you really intend to do this? Isn't there anything I can say, to stop you?"

What sort of…no, that would be giving himself false hope. Your intentions were crystal-clear. He couldn’t sway you. Before a single word fell from your lips, he took a chance, he grasped at straws. He did something for which he had waited a lifetime…something that ignited a passionate flame within both your hearts.

He kissed you.

Time, obligations, fate…everything ceased to exist. Your lips danced together, like they were created for that exact purpose. It felt natural…It felt right. When you parted, gazes burning into one another, everything clicked into place.

"I will always be with you, Keigo. I swear, not even death will do us part." The words you uttered…they weren't scripted, weren't rehearsed, but…maybe they had forever nestled on your tongue.

Maybe it was something I always longed to say?

A sad, little smile perched on his lips. "I know, and I will always look for you. I will see you in everyone…in everything. I will be yours, until the very end."

"I wish you would live…I wish you would marry." Your whispers caressed his ears, and he shivered.

"But you know I won't."

How things progressed so far, you knew not. A loud bell-toll, a harbinger of death, echoed across the castle. This was the end. You captured his lips again, swiftly, and then you pushed him away. He couldn’t be allowed to witness such a tragedy. He looked about to cry, about to compromise this entire plan. You placed a finger in front of your mouth, as a reminder. You wanted this. You had always wanted this. Shinya donned the mask, but you saw his strife, the melancholy swimming in his eyes. You smiled. You smiled at Shinya, at Keigo and his father, and at the glaring sun, as you were led out, into the courtyard. The mask obscured your vision, but it would have been difficult not to realise how brightly the sun was shining.

I am certain that it will shine brightest when the axe is at my neck.

In spite of the agonising loss, the newfound frigidity of his heart, Keigo ran, his father in tow. Nothing would tempt him to glance back. Nothing could. Your promise, your wish for him…all except the marriage, he would honour. To be caught now, imprisoned, killed…your bodies would never again find comfort in each other, for there was a separate, less well-kept burial space for people of the Burakumin. If he was captured, he wouldn’t be buried with you. And your spirit might wander eternally, never finding him, never achieving peace.

So, he continued to run, tears cascading from his eyes. It seemed merely a second, but the reality was hazy. He was panicking now, whispering, then screaming at the top of his lungs. He knew it was idiotic, he knew it was a death sentence, but he was lost...so, hopelessly lost.

"Father! Father, where are you? Answer me, please!"

That wasn’t the man with whom his body collided. His tears were incessant, stinging.

This…this was a Royal Guard.

In an instant, he shattered all your hopes…all your dreams. A crow, no…perhaps three crows, flew close, carried by the gentle wind. Keigo collapsed, exhaustion, shock and unadulterated grief stabbing at his heart. Your head had just rolled…hadn’t it?

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[sarcasticcynic]

Another roundup of debunked accusations of electoral fraud (with a couple of repeats, and even one false claim from the political left!):

FALSE CLAIM: Video shows poll workers committing election fraud by stuffing ballots in Flint, Michigan

“The video, taken from the county’s official livestream, shows an election worker transcribing votes from damaged ballots to clean ballots. ... When processing ballots, county officials rely on a machine extractor to open the ballots and some ballots become damaged during the process, preventing them from being scanned. In order to count those votes, the man in the video was manually transcribing the votes from the damaged ballots to a clean ballot so they could be properly scanned. The damaged ballots were positioned next to the new ones for election observers to witness, and they were preserved.”

FALSE CLAIM: Video shows poll workers committing election fraud by stuffing ballots in Flint, Michigan.

“The video shows poll workers in Russia, not in the United States. It has been circulating online since March 19, 2018 ... It appeared in a Washington Post story about ballot-stuffing in Russia in 2018. ... The Russian coat of arms is visible on both the ballot box and on the polling booths.”

FALSE CLAIM: Votes were eliminated in Arizona and Michigan because people were made to use Sharpie pens to mark their ballots. This caused the tabulation machine to cancel the vote.

“The Maricopa County Elections Department tweeted on Election Day that voting centers use Sharpies so that ink does not smudge when ballots are counted. Maricopa County Recorder Adrian Fontes tweeted in response to a voter’s query, ‘Vote Centers use sharpies for the fastest drying ink, to prevent smudges going through the tabulation equipment,’ he said. ‘This is an upgrade of our new equipment & ballots. Bleed thru does not affect tabulation because the columns are offset & the machines can only read the bubbles.’ Sophia Solis, public information officer for the Arizona Secretary of State, said in an email that votes would not be canceled if there was an issue with the ballot. According to the state’s election procedures manual, a ballot review board duplicates ballots which cannot be read by the machine. ‘This may include crumpled or otherwise damaged ballots, ballots with smudged ink, or ballots which are marked in the wrong color of ink or with a device that cannot be read by the tabulation machine,’ the manual states. ... Lisa Posthumus Lyons, the clerk for Michigan’s Kent County, addressed the confusion on Wednesday afternoon. ‘Sharpies are the preferred device of our election equipment vendor,’ she tweeted. ‘Black or blue pen also acceptable for proper tabulating. Bleed through is not a concern as ballots are programmed to ignore bleed.’

FALSE CLAIM: Searches of Michigan’s Voter Information Center show that dead residents voted in the Nov. 3 election, proving there was voter fraud in the recent election.

“The Michigan secretary of state’s office confirmed that ballots of voters who have died are not counted in Michigan. ... In one video, the name Donna Brydges is entered with a birth date from 1901, which would make her 119 years old. The video then shows that a vote was received from Donna Brydges in Ludington, Michigan, for the Nov. 3 presidential election. ‘Apparently Donna Brydges (born in 1901) voted via absentee ballot in Mason County, Michigan. That would make her 119 years old!’ said a tweet circulating the video along with a claim that it shows fraud in the election. ... The Associated Press reached out to Brydges, whose contact information was listed in the voting information. She answered the phone and confirmed her identity. She then passed the phone to her husband, who verified that his wife was very much alive ... ballots cast by voters who die before Election Day are rejected in Michigan.”

FALSE CLAIM: Video shows a man unloading ballots from a white van and using a red wagon to secretly haul them into Detroit’s ballot-counting center in the middle of the night.

“Local news station WXYZ-TV soon clarified the real explanation: The man was one of the station’s photographers, and he was using the wagon to carry his heavy camera equipment. ‘A conservative “news” site reports catching a man wheeling in “suspicious” equipment to the Detroit convention center, implying it was used to steal ballots,’ tweeted Ross Jones, an investigative reporter for WXYZ-TV. ‘The “ballot thief” was my photographer. He was bringing down equipment for our 12-hour shift.’ In its fact check, the station also shared a photo of the wagon holding a Pelican brand camera case with a WXYZ-TV sticker on it.”

FALSE CLAIM: Wisconsin has ‘3,129,000 registered voters,’ but counted 3,239,920 votes.

“Wisconsin, which allows eligible voters to register on Election Day, had 3,684,726 active registered voters as of Nov. 1. That figure does not include people who registered and voted on the same day. ... The United States Census Bureau reported that there were 3,129,000 registered voters during the 2018 midterms.”

FALSE CLAIM: Election officials in DeKalb County, Georgia, rejected 40,000 absentee ballots.

“County election officials identified 201 problematic mailed ballots that were rejected, and told the AP all of those voters had been notified. Voters are supposed to have three days after being contacted to correct the issue, usually a problem with the voter’s signature ... A Georgia state website with information about absentee voting says, ‘If your ballot was rejected, your county elections office will contact you with a document to “cure” or correct your ballot envelope.’ ... DeKalb County officials set the record straight on Twitter: ‘Voters: there is incorrect info circulating regarding the number of DeKalb ballots that need to be cured by Friday. Currently, there are approximately 200 ballots that need to be cured and each voter is being contacted via phone or overnight mail.’”

[incorrect-ink-thief]

Aloysius: Cat, we did things your way.

Toddy: No, we didn't.

Aloysius: I did it in my head and it didn't work.

[nebula-starlight]

Sepsis (Part 9: Prison, Pt. 1)

He wasn’t sure why he didn’t immediately take her into custody the minute he saw her sprawled out on the grass with ink dripping from glass-embedded scratches all along her body. She was the thief from the Archives and yet there was something in her gaze that stopped him dead in his tracks. Likely if he tried anything it would just scare her off and he didn’t want that. At least not yet. 

“You hurt.” His statement probably sounded like gibberish to her as he spoke it in German, the only language he truly knew. Igna had taught it to him to communicate and once he escaped he assumed everyone else knew it as well. That was his first of many misjudgments about the world around him. 

She squirmed at the sound of his voice, trying to roll over onto her belly. Concerned she might get the idea to flee, he dropped into a sitting position and tilted his head to the side. He would not advance anymore out of respect. 

“I no danger.” 

“You… I’ve seen you before.” 

Of course she had. The day in the marketplace… He remembered it well, coming to her aid against bullies. Yet even now she looked scared, vulnerable. What had happened to her since he last saw her? 

Nethreis lowered his head, looking down into her eyes as Versi still lay on her back. She had quieted now, staring up at him with a peculiar expression as though something didn’t add up right in her head. He sniffed her, smelling books with a hint of honey. It was her scent, he realized as a soft smile tugged at the edges of his jaw. 

“The marketplace…. It’s been five moons since… I thought you weren’t real.”  Her voice quivered slightly as her yellow eyes searched his now crimson ones. “My father started a city-wide hunt for you. Apparently he believed you were a Noctewind.” 

“Not Shadow,” he rumbled softly in correction, letting himself get lost in the endless pools of sunshine that were so gentle and expressive under him. “Though you no see that. Just a guard to you, someone to fear.” 

“I’m not afraid. That’s what you said, wasn’t it?” 

He blinked, more than a little startled that she actually understood. So far the only other one who knew what he said was his supervising officer and his understanding was shaky at best. So how did the thief know his tongue? Or rather parts of it. 

“Well? Are you going to arrest me? I guess you are part of the guard though I haven’t seen any armor.” 

He wasn’t wearing any and it was only his… second week on the job. She was certainly getting more bold around him now when last time they met she could barely even speak. Still he had no plans to turn her in. Whatever she took didn’t matter. Nethreis just never expected he would see her again once he traded imprisonments. Gone was the windowless rooms and underground tunnels for a free sky and yet chains on his wings and character. 

“There the thief is! Guardsman, arrest her!” The sudden voice snapped him from his thoughts and he turned instinctively as he stood, lifting and unfurling a wing to shield her from view. 

“She is innocent,” he rebuked, feeling her stiffen and give a quick, silent shudder. 

“Officer Nethreis, comply with the order given by the Councilmember.” Of course his commander had arrived. No one trusted what he did anyway. 

Nethreis flinched back as the gray, battle-scarred spirit landed before him. He was well into being thirty moons old and judging by how he carried himself, had been part of the guard for most of his life. There were no ill feelings between the two of them but right now he was going to protect her. A few drops of ink dripped onto his forepaw and he glanced back at her in concern. Her injuries needed to be treated soon to prevent further complications. 

“Sir, she is hurt. I was to treat her wounds.” He could only hope that the older spirit would understand. 

“Come with me. Both of you.” The officer motioned for them to follow, not bothering to see if Nethreis or Versi complied. 

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By the time the sun rose over the land, Nethreis was beside himself with worry. His supervisor had taken Versi into a room to talk with her but that had been hours ago now. He found himself wondering if she was okay. There was just something about her that reminded him of Igna… and the thought made his innermost being ache with a painful longing. Even now he wanted to drop everything to search for the spirit who had been like a mother but something in him kept insisting that would be pointless. 

So he paced with nothing to do, memorizing every inch of the stone corridor in his boredom. They were just having a long discussion…. for several hours now. He had patience but even so it was starting to wear on him just how much time had passed. Was she in danger? Would she face punishment for sneaking into the Archives? Nevermind that he saw the torn pages, he was just concerned over her wellbeing at the moment. 

After what seemed like hours, the door opened finally and his superior officer stepped out into the hallway to greet Nethreis. “She is being moved to the Capital prison by orders above my own. I cannot intercede or suggest an alternative location.” 

“Under what grounds?” His concern was shifting towards an unexplainable anger, letting a soft growl of annoyance filter into his voice. 

“Someone higher up than me. I think a Councilmember but I could be incorrect.” 

He tilted his head, more confused than anything. “Why them?” 

“Look, you are still relatively new here. We do not question their authority, only obey it.” 

The very idea didn’t sit right with Nethreis but he kept his mouth shut, nodding if only to get his superior off his back. Only problem now was finding where the Capital prison was and, unfortunately, he was still new to the city as a whole. He had a vague idea of where the main shops were located but that was about it and he only knew of that because he had gone there personally only days before to buy something. Igna had told him once about moonstone and how it helped encourage restful sleep. Given his terrible nightmares the first couple of nights he had been there, it was a purchase he was very grateful to have picked up. In fact he kept it hidden on him under a thick layer of illusions, just like the cracks along his chest from the torture he had endured. 

In the evenings he would remove those illusions and just stare at the lingering reminders of the hell he had suffered. All the tests, the struggling to not wither away and break under the cruelty he was treated with. Somehow he had survived against all of that to end up where he was now. Was he actually…. having feelings for the girl? He hadn’t seen her in five moons though and when he had it was for an extremely brief period of time. But had that been enough to form an attachment? He wasn’t sure… 

But he had to find her and had to do it soon. Maybe he could sneak her out if he just had an idea of where she was? Though, again, he barely knew his way around the ancient building they used as the base for the Capital’s guard. Wait, if it was the base…. shouldn’t there also be a prison in the same building? 

Maybe he wouldn’t be too late to save her. Making sure he was alone, he turned and bolted down the hallway, mind whirling with a potential plan. Perhaps he could show to everyone just how resourceful he could be and get her out at the same time. 

[rosalind-of-arden]

Smoke and Iron Reread chapter 22-23

And now we’re back to Morgan. And Annis. There can never be enough Annis.

A hint in the ephemera here that some level of Obscurist talent may be present in everyone. Potentially relevant in Sword and Pen? Talented metalworkers, storytellers, and Medicas are given as examples. Medicas can use the talent deliberately. Some religions also teach that everyone has the talent. Which ones, I wonder?

This text was written in 1733 but not sent to the Black Archives until 1881. Presumably a year when the Library’s control of information got stricter?

Timeline: it took Morgan “weeks” to figure out how her powers were restricted.

If Gregory didn’t write the script in Morgan’s collar, who did?

Obscurists have room service available.

Annis says that Morgan isn’t feeling well. Specifically, she says Morgan can’t keep anything but soup down. Could be feigning a stomach virus or something. But what else is nausea a symptom of? Pregnancy! Feigning pregnancy would be a very nice and sneaky way of getting out of forced breeding.

In addition to mesmerism, Annis knows “a great many obscure and only partly legal things.” Like what, Annis? We want to know what!

Annis is on Team Morgan in part because it’s what Keria would have wanted, and in part because Gregory is an asshole. Really, I think Morgan has underestimated the number of Obscurists who probably feel the same.

So, did Annis order curry just to troll the English girl, considering they were planning to swap plates?

Morgan “nearly choked” on the curry at first, then powers through eating the rest and decides it’s good enough to get used to the heat. She approaches food the same way she approaches everything else: once she has made up her mind, nothing is stopping her.

Sounds like Morgan and Annis spent some time testing Morgan’s drug-limited powers, and Annis has worked out how to make excuses for Morgan if she isn’t feeling well.

Morgan is worried about Jess and Wolfe. Especially Jess, who she fears might get desperate enough to do something stupid. She does not seem to be concerned about the others, so she definitely trusted Anit.

Morgan did not count on Gregory being able to limit her powers, and again we see some fairly harsh self criticism over that: “What kind of conspiracy couldn’t coordinate efforts? One doomed to fail.”

According to Annis, neither Gregory nor Keria could break the wards on Eskander’s room. Eskander did let Keria in to see him when she asked, and he might have given her a key. There’s how visits with young Christopher could have happened.

Eskander and Keria “understood that love was a trap, a weapon that could be used against them.” Is this why Wolfe thinks his parents hated each other? In addition to being privately guarded with each other, they might have put on a public show of fighting to keep the Archivist from learning how much they cared about each other. Kids can be terrible at lying and keeping secrets, so they might have kept up the act in front of him, in addition to any real tensions he witnessed.

Also, gee, I wonder where Wolfe’s aversion to public displays of affection might come from?

Being in the Iron Tower, and hearing about Eskander and Keria, makes Morgan question her feelings for Jess. This is a very understandable response, really.

Morgan imagining Jess, features she probably appreciates about him: ink-stained fingers, his “quiet, odd smile”, intelligence, speed, violence, fearlessness.

Morgan constantly feels afraid. Realistic response to her situation? Or does she have anxiety on top of that?

More Annis thief skills: she has sewn smuggling pockets into her robes.

The air processing hub is on the 12th floor and Eskander’s room is two floors away, so either 10th or 14th. The library was on the 7th. There is a department on the 4th making the linked crystals.

Apparently, the Artifex department regularly sends ideas to the Obscurists that don’t work. Or at least, that Annis thinks don’t work. How much of this is bad design and how much is coverup of things that work that the Artifex doesn’t want people to know about? What could Obscurists and Artifexes accomplish together if they could actually collaborate without all of the Library’s limitations? I want some Morgan-Thomas collaboration, dammit!

At first it was Morgan reluctant to trust and seek allies. Now she’s realized she needs to work with others, and Annis is the one getting nervous about bringing more people in on their little conspiracy. Annis is a lot like Santi was in Paper and Fire: unhappy with how things are, but afraid of risking the comfortable and (seemingly) safe position she’s created for herself. She’s more easily convinced than Santi was, probably because she only has herself to worry about.

Morgan puts a lot of weight on respecting others’ agency. She’s unhappy about mesmering the servant but justifies it because Gregory was using him too. She cannot justify mesmering the other Obscurists. There’s some immaturity there, that black and white worldview compared to Annis’s pragmatism. Annis has a valid point about the way living in the Iron Tower for a long time would twist a person’s way of thinking. But it’s also a politically savvy move to avoid mesmering any Obscurists: if they find out she’s been mesmering them, they won’t trust her, and she needs to build trust.

Annis on Gregory: “I’ve run circles around that little shite since we were both your age.” So now we officially have conflicting canon on Gregory’s age. Editing error somewhere. Since we have the Wattpad story also putting Gregory’s age the same as Annis and Keria, let’s just conclude that the statement in Paper and Fire is the incorrect one. We can say Wolfe was lying there, if we want to reconcile the whole thing.  He always tends to dissemble after showing affection, and he’s not at his best after being dragged through Rome and into the Iron Tower, so he came up with complete obvious bullshit as an excuse for being nice.

Annis is more comfortable with lying to Pyotr than Morgan. Here’s more of Morgan valuing free choice over manipulation.

More Morgan giggling awkwardly at thoughts of Annis’s love life. More Annis expanding Morgan’s worldview. Morgan: “You didn’t have to, ah, promise him...” *can’t even say sex* Annis: I like sex! Morgan: “Do you love him?” Annis: Aromantic and happy that way!

“In the Tower, we’ve never had the luxury of weddings and marriage and growing old together.” Along with the whole Obscurists don’t get married thing, this seems to suggest that matchmaking isn’t a permanent thing. So even Obscurists lucky enough to get matched with someone they like might get broken up by the breeding system.

We have layers of limitations on Morgan here. There’s the drug restricting some uses of her power. Then there’s the Codex monitoring. There’s Gregory watching her. There’s her own body and the changed nature of her power.

Morgan has much more control over her energy draining than she did in Philadelphia. There, she drained the fields without even knowing it. Now, she could theoretically drain small amounts from many sources if not for the tower’s limitations. She can keep herself from draining Annis and Pyotr.

Energy-hungry Morgan has dark streaks on her hands.

How fucking heavy is this garden level? “The earth here went deep.” That’s going to weigh a lot.

Linking the crystals apparently took enough power that Morgan needs to drain a 10-foot circle of garden. She drains the life so completely from everything around her that the soil isn’t fertile anymore. And she still needs more. Or feels like she needs more. 

It’s hard to tell here how much of her hunger is genuine need to replenish energy and how much is the nature of her energy vampire state. Does she need more and is denying that need by force of will? Or does she have adequate energy but insatiable hunger because of the corruption?

Morgan can barely walk after draining energy.

Morgan really did try to help the crops in Philadelphia grow. So she was healing Santi, weakening the wall, and helping the crops, all at once. That’s how much it took to push her over into corruption.

Fair point by Morgan that her energy draining isn’t all that different from killing and eating things.

Annis compares Morgan to the devil. Ouch. Understandable, but still not the kindest thing to say to a vulnerable teenager.

Morgan is afraid that if she kills a person by draining them, she will become something worse than what she is. She’s afraid of losing control. That and fear that Gregory would kill her first are what keeps her from draining Gregory.

Morgan’s power corruption is an interesting microcosm of what’s going on in the Library as a whole. She has power, and she sets out to use it for good, but becomes corrupted. She has to fight the draw to descend further into corruption in her efforts to achieve her goals because if she lets the corruption take over, she will become a monster. That’s exactly what happened to the Library, starting out powerful but good and becoming corrupt.

[magician-under-the-moonlight]

📜 ( why not? )

Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse. (Please specify how many muses//which muses for multimuse blogs!!)

//thief to thief communication edition

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Akira: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much. Kaito: Oh, you’ve been? Akira: Once. In Monopoly.

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Akira, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today! Kaito: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

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Akira: Where are you going? Kaito: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there

[danehailes00155-blog]

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