#percival hastings

[whflover1114]

💊 ¦ melt through the layers, a searing iron to dormant emotions

now boiling and raging like wax to skin, leaving welts and sweat

i am sorry.

i am so sorry.

[mc-tummy-blur]

Do I have any canonical proof that they were friends? No.

Am I going to believe that they were friends? Yes.

He’s showing her plants and she’s telling him the Latin name for them

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[f1zzlest1ckzz]

i had some sort of meltdown on my instagram story once because i was like . ‘please if you want a well written autistic character just play we happy few’ . do it for percy hastings and to kill arthur

ALSO its not mentioned on that but theres a line of dialogue after you first leave the garden district where arthur goes "percy never did understand the importance of wearing clothes" and then. theres a memory like that too where arthurs gonna go in percys room and arthurs like. "are you dressed ???" n percy says "yes :)" and it turns out hes just wearing a shirt and nothing else. he has !! sensory issues when it comes to clothing !!!!

theres another thing when youre in one of the garden district houses where arthur is like. "percy never played with toys. he didnt like pretending something was what it wasnt" and!!!!!!!! in the latin memory, percy says how he likes german because "it has very strict rules". he has so many little rules for himself and. UGGGHHHHH hes such good autism rep its insane

[perytonfae]

Percy and sally wouldve had the greatest brother/sister friendship and no one can change my mind

Sallys science knowledge and Percy’s knowledge age of plants and languages would’ve made them an unstoppable force

Imagine them meeting again as adults, the sheer force of power between the two would eviscerate Arthur on the spot

[cannondisabledcharacters]

Today’s disabled character of the day is Percival Hastings (Percy) from We Happy Few, who is autistic and has a lisp

Requested by Anon

[Image Description: Drawing of a man with dark circles under his eyes. He has short brown hair and brown eyes. He is wearing a black jacket, with a grey sweater underneath, a white undershirt, a red tie with green stripes, and brown shoes. His socks are on unevenly, the left socks is higher than the right. The socks are white with red, yellow, and dark green stripes.]

[crashpill]

New drawing and Finally Arthur!

I hope you like it❤️🥺

[fall0utboi12]

Credit to @peachblossom-odyssey on tumblr for the idea this fic will be base off of

[bon2bonn]

Bang Bang

Agent!Charles leclerc X vigilante!reader X agent!Max verstappen , established!lestappen X reader.

Words count : 1.3k

*I'm in my lestappen feels 🤷🏻‍♀️

Warnings : guns , violence ,cursing?, knives, morally grey character, blood .

The gala was in full swing , high society with lavish attires and jewelry that screams "filthy rich" , the crowd chatting up , exchanging pleasantries and gossip , striking alliances and negotiating deals but that's what to expect from such gathering .

Up on the balcony overlooking the crowd stood Charles or more known as (agent Percival) looking as handsome as always adorned in a three piece black suit gaze Sharp and focused as he scanned the lively crowd before stealing a glance down at Max or (agent Emilian) who stood by the bar discreetly scanning every exit while keeping a keen eye on the flowing crowd all while nursing a glass of something strong and in his words "very much necessary to go through these kind of shit shows" smirking at his fixed cold stare that discouraged any of the ogling women trying to flirt or even try to strike a conversation with him away .

Nodding subtly at one of the fellow agents as he passed by him , taking a glass of champagne from a waiter standing by before turning back to the crowd once again , shoulders tensing as he felt a delicate hand sliding in the crook of his arm but her scent repaxed his worries but he kept his guards up . looking down to locking eyes with her gleaming ones , her signature red lips inviting him to steal a kiss and as bad as he wanted to it wasn't the time nor place , the black backless dress with long sleeves hugging her curves didn't help at all , with her hair descends down her back in relaxed elegant curles with two price framing her face , he scolded her in a defeated tone " amour " as she reached for his glass taking a sip and giving him an innocent smile as he gave her a deadpanned one back , sliding her hand out of his arm to reach up fixing his slightly crooked tie before settling it on his chest as she gave him a sly smile " hello darling , missed me yet? " His hand instinctively went to her waist moving subtly to shield her from any possible attack still keeping his disapproving stare " you know we do " before looking down and as she followed his gaze she gave a wink at Max who's already looking at them with fiery eyes before leaning up to whisper in Charles's earpiece "hello , my emil " looking back down rising the glass on greeting with a wide smile as he raised his with a smirk that slipped into a full grin for a split second before turning back to the task at hand leaving Charles for now to deal with whatever she doing there .

Looking at her he asked in a defeated tone "you're not supposed to be here amour , not tonight at least" she tilted her head to the side giving him a mischievous look "can't a girl have a fun night out , I even got all dolled up . What do you think?" He only tugged her closer leaning to voice to her ears only " you know damn well what I think , what we both think of doing to you right now Mon amour " and went on " but that's not the point , now tell me what are you doing here? " Giving her one more look he added "or should I say what have you done ? " She just shrugged taking another sip "nothing anyone can prove , so don't worry " , " but you know I'm always worried with those too many close calls " before she could argue back alarms went off cutting their chat short as the majority of the gaurds securing the exits starts heading to the west wing of the venue , the rest escorting the guests out in a haste .

" Well , this is my cue " She gave Charles his glass back "and yours too " then she leaned up close for the earpiece to pick up "I'll see you soon" before giving him a light kiss on the cheek turning to head to east wing dodging cameras before slipping into a dark corner .

With a sigh he turned to head to the closest exit tuning in with the rest of the team "where's our target?" Lando's voice came in " north wing , exit 3 , four guards and two on the lookout " . " Copy that" Charles answered followed by Max's curt "copy" before switching back to his Chanel with Max "she's probably out there causing havoc" who gave an amused Huff " you know her , never a dull moment with her around" before taking out his gun "alright, I got the target locked in position . I'll handle the gaurds , the lookout are by the fountain , I'll meet you in extraction in five" , "copy that" .

Taking up the stairs , one right and two doors down she reached her destination , picking the lock and straight towards the grand painting pausing as she took it in "an original" she mumbled before shrugging it down revealing a safe behind it 30 seconds to crack it open taking what she needs and 10 to hung back the painting giving it a pitiful pout "what a shame" then heading back out to go down the back entrance , but not everything goes as planned as she found two guards on alert right as she took the corner , one stepped out to grab her " hey! You're not supposed to be here!" . With one move she took him down throwing a blade at the second one before he could reach for his gun . And From the window above she saw Max taking down guards , and far enough there was a hidden figure lurking with a gun and she hurried to head out but not before leaving a little gift behind .

Max took down two , quick and easy , the third made the stupid move to face him and went down in a second , the last one took the chance to try to tackle him down but received a right hook that knocked him down followed by a swift bullet , that left the target, a cowardly man gaping at the falling men who were supposed to get him out safely before turning to make a run for it but didn't take two steps before a bullet Peirced the ground few inches from his feet as Max gave a warning shot "don't even think about it , I'll gladly put the next one in your head " and that got him to shrink and raised his hands in surrender , now with his hands tied behind his back being led out through a secret gate .

Both reached the extraction at the same time, finding the blackedout SUV waiting as planned , handing over the target , preifing is in two hours back in headquarters. and as the car rolled out a bullet shot through hitting the curb and before they could shoot back a thud of a body was heard , and as they suspected a small curved knive stuck out from the back of the shooter's neck.

A heeled figure emerged out before she bent down taking her knive out wiping away the blood with a handkerchief huffing out " it's rude to shoot people in the back " then throwing it away after . As she reached them she slips her hand into Max's outstretched one "Schat" he greets fondly then gave her a kiss in the knuckles before turning her hand giving her palm another one both turning to Charles who remarked loudly " it's quite , too quite" . That earned him a dazzling smile as she stepped away heading towards her car parked few metres away from the back entrance " you know me too well , I never go out without a bang" and as if on cue a loud explosion went out , taking down half of the venue in flames , and with that she blew them a kiss as she drove down the road .

[thatpodcastkid]

Magnus Archives Relisten 20, MAG 20 Desecrated Host

Father Pruitt from Midnight Mass but if he was still an old man. You agree, reblog.

My MAG 20 analysis, spoilers ahead!

Facts: Continuation of the statement of Father Edwin Burroughs regarding his claimed demonic possession. Statement given May 30, 2011.

Statement Notes: A hallucination sequence is one of the best modes of horror. The inability to distinguish between the real and unreal aspects of the vision combined with the symbolic imagery and attempts to determine the cause of the hallucination itself often means the audience experiences the same level of fear and confusion the character does. However, I very rarely see them done well in non-visual mediums. The best example I can think of is the dream of Percival Glyde in The Woman In White. But this episode is really effective in that. You don't understand anything that is happening, you're just stuck on the ride with no hope of getting off, and Father Burroughs is in the seat next to you. If you know of any other really good dream or hallucination sequences in horror narratives, tell me about it in the notes.

I also noted how whatever was possessing Burroughs really reveled in his guilt. I discussed this in the Part I analysis, but the conflation of guilt and fear as two sides of the same coin is an incredible choice, especially in a religious story. You are guilty because you are afraid of your own actions, you are afraid because you did something you should be guilty for. You are afraid of being found guilty, you are afraid of punishment, you are afraid you will never stop feeling guilty.

Entity Alignment: This is another mixed bag episode. This definitely seems like a lot of effort to make Burroughs afraid and/or just to kill two people. I briefly wondered if Burroughs could be involved in some kind of ritual, but the overall events of the episode don't feel directed or focused enough. If there was goal aside from torturing Burroughs and his victims, I couldn't determine it.

The line from Genesis "Behold, thou hast driven me out" obviously invokes some Eye imagery. I did note how much of religion, particularly Catholicism, centers around viewing and reveling in the majesty and horror of God/a god. Religion's ability to unwittingly turn people into voyeurs of their messiah connotes it with the Eye. Furthermore, the previously mentioned focus on guilt and the horror's apparent delight in Burroughs suffering associates with the Eye as well.

Burroughs isolation heightening his fear does tie in elements of the Lonely, while the smiling imagery is reminiscent of the Stranger. Of course, the hallucinations and loss of control of one's mind associates Burroughs with the Spiral, and the cannibalism associates him with the Flesh. But if I had to pick a true second to the Eye as the main entity associated with this episode, I would have to go with the Web. Burroughs is incapable of making any choices. The demon controls his actions, eliminating his independence and manipulating him. Even if it is not really a possession but some other manipulation of his psyche, it prevents Burroughs from acting independently.

Character Notes: Breekon & Hope mention! In spite of my earlier doubts, their involvement does signal some kind of ritual. Usually, they're only involved in deliveries associated with high level entity action, such as the coffin or Jon's lighter. I don't recall this stole being mentioned in any other episode, but if Breekon & Hope delivered it, it must be relevant somehow.

Another reason this episode might be affiliated with a ritual is that Gertrude was apparently the last person to read it. In her final days, she was primarily focused on stopping rituals, which indicated this case was particularly important.

When will my Martin return home from the war.

[artzzyb00-27]

Tavern Tales{Elyan x OC}

Robin Hood and his Merrymen meet the Knights of the Round Table. Along with King Arthur and Merlin. What could go wrong? Not much actually, but Elyan deserves more love so here you go.

Arriving at Camelot came a minstrel, one came from a land near Mercia. Who sang tales of Robin Hood and his legion of Merrymen. The people gathered round to hear the tale. The rhythm of the tale became engraved in everyone's head.

Robin Hood and Little John, walking through the forest

Laughing back and forth at what the other'n has to say

Reminiscing this and that and having such a good time

Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day

Never ever thinking there was danger in the water

They were drinking, they just guzzled it down

Never dreaming that a scheming sheriff and his posse

Was a-watching them and gathering around

Robin Hood and Little John, running through the forest

Jumping fences, dodging trees and trying to get away

Contemplating nothing but escape and finally making it

Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day

Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day

Eventually, the word made its way to King Uther. He wasn't pleased with the thought of rogues attempting to steal from nobles. So he sent his knights to disband the group. Out of the twelve that left, only five returned. When Arthur became king, he wondered what happened to the group of Merrymen, he had only heard stories in passing at the tavern whilst spending time with his knights and manservant.

Till one faithful day.

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"Merlin! Feed the horses, they're no use to us dead!" The knights could only watch amused at the banter between King and servant. Wondering if they would ever become a normal pair of serving and be served.

"Unlike you right?" Dodging a blow to the head, Merlin ran off to feed their trusty steeds. Turning back to his knights Arthur addressed Leon.

"Where to next?" Looking at the map in front of the curly-haired man, he looked up to his majesty awaiting an answer. The long trip from Mercia taking its toll on the man.

"If we head through the Plains of Othanden, we'll cut travel time by a day. As long as there's no trouble with that my lord?"

"None at all, Sir Leon."

"Speak for yourselves, I'm famished." Gwaine, the lazy oaf he is, dragged out as he leaned on Percival who shook his head fondly. Once the horses were ready, they made haste to cut through the plains as best they could. 

With Lancelot keeping Merlin from going insane and Gwaine sharing stories with Elyan and Percival, it made the trip bearable. Arthur and Leon would only chip in their two silvers when necessary(when they wanted to). Once near the edge of Camelot, they spotted a village nearby.

"It's getting dark, we should rest in the village. Have some time to gather our energy." Merlin suggested. Thinking it over, Arthur agreed and led his friends to the village. Once there, people around whispered. Some are in awe of the king and his knights. Others appeared worried.

At this Merlin became paranoid. So he listened in more carefully at the villagers.

"Why are,..... think they'll,..... hope they,... what of,...?" Fortunately, one question was clear as day. "Do ya' wonder what Robin Hood will think?"

Merlin wanted to freeze in his tracks but his horse kept him along the others. Robin Hood was here. The man from tales at the tavern who stole from the rich and gave to the poor. Honorable, but bad news if he tried stealing from Arthur.

No gold or valuables were on them, but Arthur wouldn't hesitate to kill if attacked. Merlin prayed Robin Hood was smarter than that.

Once at a decent-looking Inn, they left their horses to the stable boy and left to a nearby tavern for a light dinner. Or drink in Gwaine's case. A table maid sat them at a window booth and took their orders. Gwaine had attempted to woo her.

It gave the others amusement especially when she was particularly interested in Lancelot. She was making the man bashful and he tried to give attention to Gwaine again.

After she walked away, music began playing louder and cheers were heard. Turning their heads to see the commotion, they saw a bright red-haired woman dancing on the bar along to the beat of the song.

Her hair was in a braid and she wore boots with baggy wool socks. Black pants that sagged at her lower legs and a white blouse that brought out her purple bodice. It seemed she was there alone. 

When the violin played a certain chord, she jumped in the air towards the chandelier and swung in circles everyone around her. Including the visitors from Camelot.

Landing on a table nearby causing the men sitting there to fall over from shock, she continued to dance. Spinning around and swaying her hips along with the music. Getting wolf whistles from men and cheers of praise from women.

Entranced by her dancing, Elyan didn't hear the praise coming from his friends.

"She's good," Arthur said. Leon nodded while taking sips from his drink. Leon nodded his head in agreement.

"Elyan agrees, right mate?" Gwaine said laughing at his friend. Looking besotted at the bold red-head across from them. As the song ended she jumped off the table landing gracefully, giving a bow to the patrons around her. The knights and everyone else raised their glasses to her.

As she went to sit at an empty seat at the bar, Elyan debated on speaking with her.

"If you stare, she'll only think badly of you." Merlin's voice brought him back to reality as his friends sniggered at him. Turning towards the blue-eyed man, Elyan couldn't help but roll his eyes.

A woman as beautiful as her wouldn't be interested in him dressed like a peasant. When they headed into their rooms Leon implied it wise to change into something less formal for their trip to the tavern.

While the others agreed, Elyan couldn't deny he felt stripped. Despite Arthur's reassurance, being from no noble blood made him feel small. Even worse when some common folk looked at him in contempt. Which wasn't always because of his position or origin.

"I'd rather not. Besides she must feel tired, why keep beating a dead horse?" At his words the knights became rigid. Apart from Merlin and Gwaine who held in laughs.

"Because maybe it'll come back to life?" A different voice spoke behind him. An angelic voice. Turning around with a confused expression, Elyan met eyes with the redhead. Her green eyes glimmer despite facing away from the light. He tried to envision what they would look like in the afternoon sun.

"Perhaps that's true." He said after much debate internally, which was hilarious to his friends. Although, it did bring a smile out of her so maybe it worked.

"Glad to know someone thought my performance was exceptional."

"Very, love the bit where you jumped and almost hit the ceiling." Closing her eyes and laughing she headed off to another table shaking her head. She sat down at a table a good feet away chatting with some men sitting and drinking.

"Were you complimenting her or insulting her?" Lancelot may be honorable to anyone else, but his companions were at their wits end with him.

After getting their orders they headed off to the inn to get rest for tomorrow's journey home. Still while lying down on the bed next to Percival's he kept thinking back to the girl. He never got her name.

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The next morning they awoke and had a small breakfast. Just something to keep them awake for the start of the path. That is til someone broke into the inn screaming their head off.

"Robin Hood's attacked! Lord John isn't happy!" The people near the door piled out, including the knights. They had heard the tales but had never seen it in person. Now was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Robin Hood?" Arthur asked a patron who just shrugged their shoulders with a smile. Outside the village, people gathered around the middle fountain and grabbed bags of money from the Merrymen.

"Should we do something?" Leon whispered in Arthur's ear and he was debating himself. While they were meant to arrest outlaws, Robin wasn't an outlaw of Camelot. Uther had just been threatened by an outside power that most likely didn't even know of his existence.

"No, they're not a problem as long as they don't attack us. We should go."

And like that, they left. Leaving the village and heading into the forest was browsing but the mood and energy picked up when Gwaine began picking on Elyan again.

"So, did you end up getting her name or what Elyan?" Rolling his eyes he gave his friend a gentle glare.

"No, and for good reason. I'll never see her again. What's the point?"

"Don't speak like that Elyan, there are plenty of women who would love a courtship with Camelot's finest knights," Arthur said trying to console his friend which prompted Merlin to have his usual go at him.

"Makes you wonder why Gwen ever chose you." The knights 'Ooo'ed at this and the king simply threw a fake glare at his manservant. Looking past Merlin, he saw a group of horses running up to them.

Realizing it was the Merrymen, Arthur became tense. Noticing, the Knights drew their swords and turned to the charging quarry behind them. When they got close they slowed down and stopped a few feet away from them.

The figure in front of a white horse spoke from under the hood and mask.

"Relax boys, we know you don't have anything, we're just trying to get through. We're making a stop at Camelot. A friend of ours needs help."

"Who's this friend of yours? Perhaps we could assist you, after all, I would like to be more involved with my people."

The statement ran through the Merrymen. Except for the two in front.

"Her name is Marian and she needs money. Please let us through, she doesn't trust any type of nobility." Frowning Arthur went to retort but Merlin stopped him.

"Arthur no, let them come with us."

"He's right, it could give us a chance to keep an eye on them." Leon reasoned out Merlin's input.

"I for one would love to hear the real story of the mighty Robin Hood." A small chuckle from the opposite group could be heard. Guess they weren't as quiet as they'd hoped.

Elyan however, was more focused on the main hooded figure. Their laughter sounded familiar. Angelic almost.

"What do ya' think Robin?" The man next to the leader asked. The leader whispered and agreement and let the man next to him go up to Arthur.

The knights could tell he wasn't being threatening so they sheethed their swords back in their holsters.

"Very well, we'll accompany you. My name is John."

"Little John?" Percival asked gesturing at the man's size. Like Percival he was big and bulky, the only difference being a darker tone of skin and a subtle belly on him.

Laughter from John and the group startled birds out of the trees. They were called Merrymen for a reason.

"You're her! That girl from the tavern last night!" The Merrymen froze and exchanged looks. Some of them looked at their leader questioningly. Huffing out a small laugh only confirmed Elyan's belief and made him flustered.

The girl pulled off her hood and revealed wavy bright red hair that glowed in the morning sun.

"You got me!" She said and made her horse walk closer to Elyan. "Glad to see my biggest fan again." Smiling at her comment, Elyan went to speak but was interrupted.

"You were flirting with Robin Hood!" Gwaine was going to get beat when they got back to Camelot.

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"So how did people think you were a man? Don't think anything different, but your physique isn't very masculine." Arthur asked as they sat in the knight's quarters back in the castle. The trip had let Elyan and the others learn about the Merrymen's travels and adventures.

Their recent heists. Any gone wrong attempts that required daring rescues. Including any potential romances whilst on the road.

"I needed people to respect what I was doing, not patronize me for it. So when the minestrel we saved asked to write a song about us I told him to make me male."

"Certainly fooled me, I thought you were a prat like Arthur." That comment earned Merlin a good wallop to the head creating laughter throughout the room.

"Tell us more." Elyan urged Robin leaning back on the bench next to her.

"Well, there was the time we invaded Cendred's castle unnoticed."

[fat-slobby-gamers]

“Thee art ain odede woman. I’ede claim thee ain witch. BuÞ Ich am nōn-morr innocenÞ ophe th' samæ crime.” Sir Percival said as they were traveling across the Lands Between. Attempting to find a mythical treasure for their King Arthur. Along with way they had entered a church and found a woman with skin as blue as the moon above.

"My thou are quite the sight to behold. I hast lived countless mortal lives and yet i've ne'r seen a being such as yourself. I say, it seems thou are not from these lands." The woman said veiled in an unnaturally cool mist.

As she sat atop the ruined remains of the church legs cross and four arms folded into her lap she'd turn her cheek to the feline knight revealing a spectral face hovering along side her mimicking Ranni's expressions and movements.

"Those who touch upon the primal form of life are persecuted in this realm... those who bare scale, wing, fur and claw are considered misbegotten unworthy of grace. Yet you are different from them... you almost remind me of my own kin." The witch chuckled having experience with beast men and the like. "Now what business have you with I? Surely you didn't travel all this way just for idle chat."

[riverdale-retread]

a time loop curse is placed on a riverdale character of your choosing. who would you hit with it and when?

I had an urge to take it to flooftown but then I decided no, why should I? I shan't.

But the options are all so delicious! [Evil Grin] My top three, for reasons.

Jughead when he's locked in that construction port-a-potty by Kurtz when he thinks Jellybean is going to die. Just that moment when he's failed at everything - being a good son, being a good big brother, at being a leader of serpents, a defeater of kurtz and the gargoyles and he tries and tries to not fail. Because that's what Jughead does. He keeps trying.

2. Penelope Blossom when she's been terribly burned and is in the hospital bed and Cheryl is laying down the law while cutting off her oxygen throughout the conversation to make the point. It's horrible and delicious and terrible and doesn't solve anything and I kind of love it. I think that maybe doing that a bazillion times would heal the two of them.

3. Archie in the moment of realization that he can't beat Percival during the boxing match. Archie who thinks he's his body and nothing else, who thinks he can offer physical strength and pain tolerance and not much else, coming to the point when he realizes, Oh this is an adversary I can't beat, Hast the Narrative Forsaken me? (and also thinks that maybe, just possibly, Hiram Lodge had been babying him just a bit back in the day). My hope is that it makes him want to save himself instead of just keep flinging himself bodily at problems.

[f1zzlest1ckzz]

it says, on his ID card, that percy 'frequently waves his hands about'

he stims :( its canon that he stims :((

[perytonfae]

Fish in a birdcage gives big Arthur and Percy vibes

[blorbologist]

Two for joy: Chapter 37

To Vex’s left is Vax’ildan. 

He’s arched already, wings and daggers drawn, ready to spring. Curse the thought, but - but she wishes mother could see him now. Scrawny, silly Vax, still. Always. And yet, no matter the dark dragonhide, the gold and red mark him a hero. He’s a hero, her hero, whatever happens here.

To her right is - well, first there is Galdric. Steadfast, the white stars of his fangs bared. When offered the holy oil he drank it, wincing at the taste, tongue and teeth weeping divinity. She wonders if he has tasted the flesh of Betrayers, during the Calamity. 

And then there’s Percival. 

Shoulders back, spine straight, like seeing the Briarwoods put down like dogs has relieved him of any fear. Animus drawn, he’s taken so easily to battle again. Should she be worried it suits him so well? One hell of a hypocrite that’d make her.

Grog’s fingers bite deep into the broom’s handle, his Haste visible in the veins of his neck. Pike’s wings drift through hands and shoulders, glancing gold off her armor and others’. Keyleth beams, less sunshine and more drought, the wind hugging her tight. Scanlan takes a moment of the monologue to adjust his beret. His footprints remain pristine as he strides forward, Blessing of Avandra active. 

Vox Machina. Save Tary, save Tiberius - they’re here.

Vecna the Ascended is bone, crushed velvet and metal of secret make. Where veins would weave through him instead souls stream. No heartbeat, no pace to it, just a ceaseless torrent of screaming to echo those dying below. 

Vex looks past him - swerving through the sky are gloomstalkers. Somewhere in that melee, beneath the nascent god’s notice… ravens, wailing in outrage. 

Vex’ahlia’s wings thrum. Adjusting, to bring one over Percy’s head - it disturbs the starry twilight around her. How kind of him to take a moment and admire her. Behind her ribs is a bird, one of the Matron’s make, pecking and pecking at speed it hasn't since she came back. Demanding death, demanding destiny, demanding divinity decayed into carrion it could eat and be rid of this name once and for all. 

(And then it might eat her, too, and her name. If it can get past Scanlan.)

She finds it in herself to grin at the apocalypse.

And then her eyes flit back up to their funeral, their destiny, and she -

- it -

Vax grabs her shoulder. Vex struggles to keep her face from falling. 

In place of a heart in Vecna’s chest is their baby sister.

[One for sorrow] [Ch1] [Keep reading on AO3]

[mollywall-e]

Imodna Whitestone Date

In honor of Valentine's Day, I'm posting a snippet of Imodna's Whitestone Date! Can be read as a standalone, but you can check out the rest of the story here.

As the winding corridor opens up into the opulent great hall of Castle Whitestone, Imogen feels the giddiness slip from her grasp, leaving a tense sort of emptiness in its wake. The room is bustling with important looking people: The Voice of the Tempest and her companions scattered amongst them.

Imogen couldn't care less about the lot of them, if she's being perfectly honest. Not right now. She's got her sights set on the door, walking intently towards it, practically tugging Laudna behind her in her haste. She just needs to get out of this room, and then they can forget about everything and enjoy the evening she has planned. She just needs to -

"Imogen." Laudna slows, pulling them to a stop in an alcove.

"Hmm?" Imogen glances over at Laudna, noting the look of concern on her face. "Everything alright?"

"I was actually going to ask you that, darling." Laudna gives her hand a squeeze, tentative smile on her lips. "You know I appreciate you looking out for me, especially here." Her free hand, the one not currently clutching Imogen's, gestures to their surroundings. "But there's no need to rush out on my account. This place…it looks different, now. I can handle it."

"I know - I know you can," Imogen shrugs her shoulders a bit, pulling her lips into a crooked smile as she continues, "I'm just…excited to get goin' on that date, I reckon."

Laudna quirks a brow.

“I am!" Imogen huffs.

“Imogen…” Laudna starts, in that fond, but tired tone of voice.

"I've got bad memories in this place, too. Alright?” Imogen snaps, immediately wincing. "I'm sorry. It's just that - ” She deflates, breaking eye contact with a wide-eyed Laudna, gaze flitting over to a shadowed corner of the great hall. “We brought you here, last time. Before we went to Ms. Trickfoot, I mean.”

“Oh.” Laudna hums in thought. “Oh. I’m sorry, dear. I didn't realize.”

“You couldn't have known. You were…” Imogen pinches the bridge of her nose with the hand not cradled in Laudna's, trying desperately to ignore the increasing buzz of the surrounding conversations, ricocheting between the stone walls.

“You can talk to me about it, you know.” Lauda prods softly. “What happened while I was dead.”

Imogen flinches.

Laudna gives the scarred hand wrapped in her own a gentle squeeze. “You shouldn't have to carry it all on your own, darling. I know it’s been weighing on you.”

And it has been. Wrapping around her aching chest like a too-tight corset. Pressing on her shoulders, riddling them with tension. Always present, always aching. The loss, the fear. It's been eating her alive.

“Lord Percival, he made us - " Imogen cuts herself off, closing her eyes. Laudna, lying on the stone floor of the great hall, unblinking eyes peeking out from the unwrapped shawl. Too cold, too stiff, even for Laudna's standards. She shakes her head after a few seconds, as if to physically clear the image from her mind. “I can't - not right now..”

“It’s alright. I’m sorry for pushing, dear.” Laudna reaches out to stroke Imogen's cheek, frowning as her fingers come away damp. “Whatever that man did, or made you do, it doesn't matter anymore. You brought me back. I'm right here.”

“You're right,” Imogen sighs, wiping at her face with her sleeve. “M'sorry Laudna. I finally get the chance to take you out on a date and I've already managed to mess it all up.”

“Don't be silly,” Laudna tuts, twirling her fingers with a flourish. Any trace of tears clinging to Imogen's cheeks is quickly replaced with a gentle warmth. “There! Good as new, darling.”

Laudna stares at her for a moment, the fond look in her eyes warming Imogen's cheeks even further. She tucks a stray lock of hair behind Imogen's ear, spindly finger tracing the shell of her ear, leans in and whispers, “And gorgeous as ever, might I add.”

Imogen fails to suppress a shiver as Laudna's cool breath dances across her neck, leaving gooseflesh in its wake. Laudna notes her reaction with a curious hum and steps closer, angular hip bones pressing Imogen into the stone wall behind her. Imogen's hands gravitate towards Laudna's waist, scarred fingers clutching at the fabric of her blouse as cool lips press against the delicate skin beneath her ear. The lips linger for a moment, and then pull away.

Before Imogen has a chance to be disappointed, Laudna presses another kiss just below the first. Then another. And another. By the time the kisses reach her pulse point, Imogen's heart is racing. She knows Laudna must be able to feel it thrumming under her lips, but she doesn't have it in her to be self-conscious when it feels so good.

She doubles down on that sentiment as one of Laudna's hands drifts up to Imogen's neck, thumb tracing the angular bone of her jaw, and the other grasps at the curve of her hip, giving the soft flesh a squeeze. It sends a rush of warmth across her body, a sharp contrast to the cold stone wall she's pressed against.

Shit. They're still in the castle, where any dignitary or diplomat could happen upon them. Or worse, Chetney.

Imogen nervously glances around the room, but no one seems to notice the pair tangled together in the alcove.

No one except for Orym, that is. He dutifully looks away as their eyes meet, a blush clinging to his soft, but angular features. It's like a bucket of ice water has been dumped on Imogen's head.

“Laudna,” Imogen sputters, having to clear her throat. “We should probably - ”

Laudna suddenly steps back, hands flying off of Imogen's body like they'd been scalded on a hot pan. Gone is the confident, charming persona she'd had mere seconds ago as she frantically begins to ramble.

“Imogen, darling, are you alright? I didn't hurt you, did I? Was it too much? Oh, it was too much. I'm sorry, dear, I didn't mean to - ”

Imogen cuts her off with a kiss, much chaster than the ones Laudna had painted across her throat. She lingers for a moment, savoring the feeling of their lips pressed together. She doesn't think she'll ever get used to it. Pulling back just enough to get a good look at Laudna's face, Imogen reaches up and cradles her face in her hands. The concern seems to melt from Laudna's features at the contact.

“You've got nothing to apologize for, baby,” Imogen reassures, marveling at exactly how soft she becomes in moments like these.

Laudna scrunches her face. “I don't? But you - ”

Imogen sighs. “Orym saw us. He looked away, but still. Kinda, killed the vibe.”

“I see…” Laudna flashes a quick glance over her shoulder, spotting the halfling in conversation with Keyleth once more, though his pointed ears are still tinted pink. “So, it was okay? What I, what we - I know things are still sort of…new. I just want to make sure that you're comfortable, dear.”

Imogen's chest warms at the sheer amount of care Laudna always seems to treat her with.

“Laudna, honey, I've been wanting you to kiss me like that for about as long as I've known you.”

“Oh…” Laudna eyes grow wide. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” Imogen rolls her eyes fondly. She musses with her hair, half-heartedly trying to make sure she's presentable. “Now, as much fun as it is making out in public like horny teenagers, we do have some actual plans to get to.”