#this is more a. if vex knew she was about to die (as she did in that moment) it’s reasonable for her to find comfort in the fact that her

[shorthaltsjester]

god. i’ve been chewing on vex’s “save him.” to percy when she died in c3e114 for her knowing percy’s one-track vengeance mind reasons but i’m currently rewatching/reading through transcripts for unrelated rotting reasons and was reminded of the moment in c1e102 after both the twins had been killed (vex via power word kill iirc & vax via disintegrate) and vex was brought back only for the moment the fight ended to ask “where’s vax?” and her horror to realize her and her brother had both been dead and now only he was and that he’d been left alone (and she’d been left without him) and when vax came wandering out of the woods as a revenant but still undoubtedly Vax how vex was ready to accept him without question even when percy raised the very real question of vax’s identity, given that they were fighting the perversion of death and i’m just head in hands about the consistency and the heartbreak that is the twins and the fact that vax’s deal to ensure he would not lose his sister ensured that vex would lose her brother and regardless of the circumstances vex accepting whatever version of him she might get to keep: the one who walks loomingly out of a fey forest and the one who speaks stiltedly at her wedding and the one who is stiff as he returns her embrace while she explains the children who carry her legacy (and his as well, she’s ensured).

like. nearly 30 years ago vex came back from death knowing she left her brother behind only to soon learn that he’d be returning to not-quite-death in a matter of (little) time and that she’d have however long her life would be left to live without him. and then she’s on a battle field fighting to free a version of her brother that isn’t quite right, that is dead and isn’t, who is lost to her but still in her grasp, and she thinks she’s dying and she begs the man she’s gotten to spend a lifetime with (nearly the same length of a life that her brother’d gotten) to save him. and i wonder if that was a plea to save vax in the sense of somehow bringing him back or to release him to the raven queen, so that vex could be in the reach of her brother again, not the matron’s champion, even if she was dead alongside him.

[dollypopup]

"Colin had no trauma related to love and self worth like Anthony. Anthony watched his father die, watched his mum turn into a ghost of a person, and didn't want that for his wife"

Bestie. . .they have. . .the same dad???? They have the same mum???? Literally all of the Bridgerton children except Hyacinth watched Edmund die? They all experienced Violet's immense sorrow? He and Violet obviously have a very close connection and so of course he saw her wilting (plant pun, if you were wondering) or at least knew about it and has responded with being particularly gentle with her?

Trauma shaped all the Bridgertons. Colin was a young boy when his dad passed and everyone in the family experienced an immense grief and, unlike his brothers, Colin was twelve, he wasn't the heir, he wasn't the spare, and had no responsibility but to go to school (sent off elsewhere after his dad passed away, thus disconnected from his circle of support and family) and figure out how to be a man from strangers and rakes. Literally no one had space for his grief and sensitivity? He even cries alone in his bedroom in Season 1 and stops talking about his travels after he gets made fun of in Season 2 and claims that hardly anyone replied to his letters in Season 3 like what do you mean he has no trauma related to love?

Colin was right there on the steps watching his father cradled in his mother's arms as she wept over his sudden passing. Of course he has trauma related to love? Colin's entire arc was about how he only felt he could be cared about if he was pleasing the people around him or being useful in some way and putting on a mask and a persona so he wouldn't be hurt by how much no one else wanted the real, messy, authentic him around? His mum and dad lived a love story and Colin watched it fall to pieces just as all the Bridgertons did, he just internalized it differently. His entire family was grieving so he decided to be useful by offering levity where he could, especially as the brother raised predominately with his sisters, Eloise and Daphne.

And yet despite the fact that this was such a huge tragedy of his childhood, Colin still is incredibly emotionally available and as soon as he realized what he felt for Penelope was romantic, he takes initiative and he cuts into her dance with Debling and he chases after her carriage so he can confess that he can't stop thinking about her and he's not at all angry at her, she doesn't vex him, it isn't frustration at her- it's torture because he is so damn besotted with her that he dreams of her and the kiss they shared haunts him but it's torture he embraces because he's a romantic soul who is incredibly emotionally brave and he cares about Penelope more than he cares about his ego or image or past hurts.

Give my man his flowers.

[sundayswiththeilluminati]

In light of what we’re learning in Season of the Seraph I thought of something that gave me a Big Sad so now I’m inflicting it on you too.

Before Season of the Seraph we didn’t know much about the time between when Rasputin achieved consciousness and when he came into control of the Golden Age. We especially didn’t know how much time Red spent under CB Corp control and how much Clovis Bray himself was involved. We knew about the Pillory override system but not how early it was built or how many other control measures Clovis tried to embed in his existence. Now with the new season dialogue it sounds like it might have been quite a lot. Clovis spent a significant amount of time personally attempting to shape Rasputin and compel his obedience, and he still resents Red escaping his control.

Rasputin made the original Felwinter - SIDDHARTHA GOLEM - as a test of his own morality because he was concerned he’d become a dangerous autocrat. With the new lore this season that concern takes on a much more immediate shape. Rasputin wasn’t just afraid he was a tyrant - he was afraid he was Clovis. Rasputin was testing Felwinter for greed, hunger for power, and/or lack of empathy, all prominent traits of The Genius Clovis Bray The First. And if Clovis had his hooks in him for a while, trying to mess around in his brain despite Ana and probably Elsie running defense, I’m not surprised he’d worry. When the other AI nicknamed him “Tyrant” Rasputin may have had a genuine crisis of thinking he was, well, turning into his (grand)dad.

Setting up Clovis as having interfered longer and more closely than we thought also throws a whole new angle on Rasputin’s choice to describe Felwinter as his son. I’ve never really liked that analogy. The idea of the Warmind having a “son” is too humanizing to me. I figured he used that term because explaining the exact details would be hard and he was speaking metaphorically anyways. But Clovis Bray calls inventions “children” and “grandchildren,” not because he thinks projects are people but because he thinks people are projects. Rasputin saw how Clovis acted towards his grandchildren, and Clovis’ attitude towards him this season is shaping up to have a serious degree of “abusive father/grandfather.” All of that reframes Rasputin’s own choice to call Felwinter his son as an act of rebellion - and contrition - with a very specific meaning.

I don’t think Golden-Age Rasputin thought of Felwinter as his son. I think he thought of him as a second chance. Rasputin gave the original Felwinter the life he wished he could have: without responsibility or violence. Never being made the Warmind, never the subject of Clovis’ experiments. Just being part of the world. Probably playing chess in a café while having some super pretentious philosophy debate. It comforted Red to know Felwinter was out there - we don’t know if they communicated, or if original Felwinter ever knew his own origin - because at least some version of him was free. 

And then Rasputin killed Felwinter. Can you imagine? When he realizes Felwinter is alive again Rasputin doesn’t call the kill protocol immediately. He calls it after trying a number of ways to take direct control of him. Felwinter never made a move to threaten Rasputin! He never even got the chance! But Rasputin couldn’t control him, and under MIDNIGHT EXIGENT that made him dangerous, and that meant he has to die. Rasputin killed Felwinter because MIDNIGHT EXIGENT required it and he knows he did the exact same thing Clovis did when he burnt up the original Elsie Bray before she could blow the Vex gate and end the Exo project: killed his child for his own survival. Declared any person he couldn’t control a threat. No wonder the Cosmodrome fragment refused to speak to anyone for like six hundred years! He just locked himself in a basement and screamed! His only coping mechanism was telling himself Guardians weren’t human and the resurrected Felwinter wasn’t really the same person, and even that shred of denial got blown to bits when he met Ana again. Can you imagine.

In one of the Warmind comics openers Rasputin casually drops one of the saddest lines I’ve ever read:

If she remembers me, she will not recognize me.

“If she remembers me.” What a staggeringly sad concept! Not just that someone you once knew well won’t recognize you now. That you have become so much the opposite of your former self that someone who once knew you is less likely to recognize you. If Ana doesn’t remember him, then she’ll believe him if he says, “I am Rasputin.” If she does remember him, he thinks she’ll take one look at him and say, “No. You can’t be him. He would never do this.” Rasputin called Felwinter his son because Rasputin did to him what he once learned fathers do to their children. It’s not just that he killed the angel of his better nature. It’s not just that he killed the living representative of the morality he used to hold to. It’s that in doing so he made himself exactly what - who - he once feared to become. There’s a reason the end of Felwinter’s story is the first time Rasputin himself ever uses the name “Tyrant.” There’s a reason he only ‘fessed up to it two weeks before he thought he was going to die. Now we know what Rasputin thought Ana would see: if she remembered him, she would say, “He would never turn into my grandfather.”

[kiwanopie]

reader in the crime lord kiyoomi au who's kinda like csm's kobeni

she can get twitchy (minus the bawling) when she gets a front seat of "business" but...BUT...

when the situation calls, she can brandish out a knife and kill if she needs to

then switches back to neurotic once it's over but she doesnt have to worry. kiyoomi is there btw

He knew you were a scout, knew you had the reputation to back it up.

But he thought you just were hard to catch.

“We had a deal.”

Kiyoomi crosses his arms from where he’s standing at the head of his office, back perched against the ledge of his desk as his former associate stands opposed before him - along with his fleet.

He should be scared. He is scared. A man of Ichiro’s stature, with a reputation like his. A fleet of six men that produce a mountain of bodies collectively, the unbeatables. Men like him who promise pain and suffering in the wake of death, now double-crossing him with the intentions of taking everything he has or to die trying. To be on the wrong side of this man is to be marked for death - or worse. His hands are in charged fists resting at his sides, with the full intent of using them. And whatever fate is meant for Kiyoomi and his men, has been so promised to be worse than death.

He’s petrified. But he’s more proud than to show it, vexed then to show it. And his expression twists sourly as he stares at the man smirking before him.

“And I did what you wanted, didn’t I?” Ichiro shrugs. “I helped you get your money, you helped me get my guys out of the pen.”

“Then what’s the big fuckin’ show about?” Atsumu scoffs beside him.

Ichiro glances at the young woman perched securely behind Kiyoomi’s desk, hair curled and pretty as you look upon the crowd with curious alarm. Pretty fucking thing puts the cherry on top of all the cushy shit this tall bastard’s got. Riches and power, control over the most valuable assets in Japan and now this pretty fucking dame? It’s been too long he’s spent looking at this mean mugging bastard and seeing him have all the things that he wants - all the things that should belong to him. And now that he’s got his boys?

Kiyoomi’s scowl deepens when he follows the man’s gaze, as if some ugly freak should have the audacity to stare at his angel like that.

He plants his hands on his desk, leaning forward a bit as if it’ll make him bigger.

“You’re making a big fucking mistake.”

Ichiro snorts. “You think you can scare me? There’s not a single ounce of me that doesn’t see you as the conniving little mouse you are.”

Kiyoomi doesn’t flinch when he inches forward, barely reacts when his men reach for their guns.

“I’m gonna take what belongs to me.”

“You’re gonna come up empty handed.” Kiyoomi replies firmly. Something clicks behind him, one of his men mumbles something under their breath, but whatever should come his way is sullied by something that remains sure.

“I have contingencies.” It won’t save him but it’s the truth. “You kill me and you lose any chance at getting what you want.”

“Then I won’t kill you.” Ichiro shrugs. “There’s worse things I could do anyway.”

“Oh, I bet. That’s why I’m not worried.”

Kiyoomi huffs as he leans into his desk, eyes gazing lowly at Ichiro from where he stands above him. There’s a snark in his grimace, a smugness that pinkens the morale of the men who surround him. He keeps his face in his truths and puffs out his chest a little. - Even as his number two glances at him like he knows it’s hollow.

“Because a meathead like you could never fit in a position like this.” He crosses his arms again. “You’re not careful, you can’t manage deals. You think all of your problems can be solved with brute force.”

Ichiro scowls as he continues. “You wanna know how I got as far as I have? Why I have all the things you think belong to you? Because I’m not just some sadistic freak, I’m a businessman. I know how to carry a conversation, I know how to follow basic fucking directions. I would’ve at least had the two cents to make my foe an ally before double crossing him. - But you’re a stranger.”

“You’re a pig that shit his way into my office, too focused on the smell of his own ass to realize he’s like every other hog who thinks he’s special,”

“You’re filth.” Kiyoomi shakes his head. “And you’re out of your fucking mind if you think anyone’s gonna see you as anything else besides that.“

Ichiro glares blankly at Kiyoomi as the room falls into a tense silence. There’s a taut pull in the air that becomes ear popping as the feelings linger. Every man in this office has become so fraught with alarm that they’ve all frozen in place, breaths now so shallowed that they’ve become restricted. Everyone’s waiting on the other to make the first move, and with Ichiro so locked up like he is, Kiyoomi can’t make heads or tails of who it’s gonna be.

Maybe that’s the point.

Because Ichiro’s arm comes up so fast that Kiyoomi barely sees him do it. Distended veins stress as he distributes the weight into the single arm, and steps forward like he’s putting his all into it.

Ichiro is known for being strong, he’s known for being the bull of underground Japan. They say there’s nothing he hasn’t put a hole in by now, nothing his fists can’t chew through like construction paper. It’s why he never gets caught, you’d be out of your fucking mind to stop a wrecking ball like that with your bare hands.

Which is why Kiyoomi’s surprised when he’s not immediately grated into ground beef when the punch lands, when it never lands. - Closing his eyes at that hard gust of wind that follows after a loud crack! So forceful that it rushes into his nose and takes his breath away.

When his eyes flutter open he’s nearly so taken aback that he gasps. His arms unfold and he’s suddenly placing all of his weight on his feet.

Your arms are bruised already, from the ridges of your wrist to the low of your elbow. Crossed arms blocked in a shielded maneuver that reflects the soft lights of his office. You stopped his punch. All but materialized in front of him and stopped The Bull’s punch. Not even Bokuto had the means to do something like that.

And from the looks of it everyone’s too shocked by it to do anything, even Ichiro freezes in place.

Your face scrunches somewhat painfully as you look upon his offender, eyes still lit in evening light as you keep your arms held securely in front of you.

Kiyoomi opens his mouth and then closes it again, leans forward to reach for you as he gathers himself in awe.

And then freezes when Ichiro starts to move again.

He’s quick. “..You think you can-“

You’re quicker.

The sound of his fingers breaking is less alarming than the sound of meat tearing, than the look on his face when he hunches and his knife - Kiyoomi’s knife that you must have swiped from his desk without him knowing - is keeping him from doubling forward. His blood stains the carpet.

Your expression remains unchanged as his eyes well up with tears. You're an unstoppable force as you raise the other hand up high and his coughed out plea comes out gurgled.

It takes one swipe to have him pouring out before you.

There’s a bubbled out giggle of disbelief that Atsumu doesn’t even notice he’s let out as his blood stains the office floors. Flesh and meat fall with a hiss as it lands on the carpet and he’s gone like he never existed.

Kiyoomi chokes out bewilderedly. “Wha-… Baby-“

One of his men charges forward.

He barely even gets the chance to step forward when the sharp sound of a moving blade cuts through the room. You’re so fast that he barely sees you touch him. But he knows you have when he stops in place.

He stumbles back from the lack of air as the members of his fleet look on in muted horror, reaches for his neck and panics when his fingers come back wet. I mean he knows you’re fast, everyone does. It’s half the reason you made elite quotas. That’s not surprising.

No, the surprise comes - and what he assumes is the other half of what graduated you to elite status - is when he finally falls to his knees. Blood pooling as he gushes and steaming in the conditioned air.

You all but decapitated him.

Kiyoomi takes a few disbelieving steps back as Atsumu literally gasps this time, smiling with his mouth open like an excited fanboy as you look upon the dying man with indifference - and watches his body limply drop to the ground.

The five opposing men freeze in place as his body meets the same fate as their leader.

You’re soft as cotton when you look up at Kiyoomi. “Are you okay?”

He blows a raspberry.

“Am I-… Angel you-… Your arms,” Kiyoomi worriedly reaches for you. “Oh my god, your arms. Let me see. How much do they hurt-“

Atsumu kisses his teeth at the five shaken men now standing still at the door. “Does anyone else wanna die?”

He glances at his boss, currently fitted into the role of a worried husband in front of all these dangerous men. This guy really doesn’t have any shame.

“Any of you idiots still ready to go against us step forward.” He scowls. “You see what happens!”

No one speaks up.

“Then get the fuck outta here!”

[pyropsychiccollector]

Ace Attorney: IF (... Part 8)

February rolls around. Everything's relatively quiet, with no one getting any game-changing cases like the December one. Not the attorneys, not the police, not the prosecutors…

Until one day, Ema approaches the Fey and Co. Law Offices. Naturally, Mia remembers her. She's Lana's sister… And reminds her so much of Maya that she's a little overwhelmed. But Mia keeps composed and hears Ema out when she says that she needs help, Diego curiously tuning in as well. But before Ema can get too far in explaining the case, Lana barges in and accosts her sister, coming across rather harsh and weary. Way stressed out. Ema argues back, claiming they should just ask Mia for help. That's who Lana always said to go to, and she doesn't understand why Lana is so aggro.

… Lana understands her sister's intent, but that doesn't change the fact this case is far more delicate and complicated than Ema can possibly know. They can't just… disseminate information, let alone seek out representation when it isn't their decision to make. Of course Mia doesn't let it die here; she can tell Lana isn't behaving like her usual rational self. It has her worried for her longtime friend.

Lana crumples on one of the couches and reluctantly opens up. Last week, a series of bizarre murders began popping up, and investigations were very sluggish because they couldn't pick up any definitive clues pointing to any single culprit. No fingerprints, no unexplained bloodstains, no hairs or discarded items near the bodies… So far, three people have lost their lives. And no, they don't even have proof this is the same killer for all three; it's just a theory based off the lack of evidence…

But last night, a suspect was finally brought in. He was at the scene of the third victim, lingering long before the whole department was notified. A witness phoned him in, suspecting him of the deed because he was up to his elbows in blood as he hovered over the victim, on his knees. … It was Damon Gant. The Chief of Police was suspected of these possibly connected murders. Understandably, the department was in an uproar, and the prosecutor's office seemed full of people all too eager to get "payback" because of the case in December… Chief Byrne was in a rather delicate position of delegating who should prosecute this sticky affair. Franziska was out of the country, and he wasn't so sure he should assign Wright because of Calisto working under Tyrell… Not that the grizzled detective was out for blood, but he did harbor doubts about Gant's true nature. And that could lead to a biased investigation. The police were already sending out Jake Marshall and Angel Starr as initial investigators, and Detective Goodman was assigned to the two murders from last week so there was a chance he'd get involved as well. Byrne was wavering between assigning Lana and Neil Marshall, and he didn't particularly like either option for obvious reasons. Lana because she was partners with Gant before transferring, and Neil because his brother was currently one of the detectives in charge. Byrne couldn't prosecute because that'd drive a wedge between the police and prosecutors… Not that they weren't already on brittle terms.

The whole mess was a nightmare, and Damon hadn't requested for an attorney yet. He seemed to be waiting to see how the investigation unfolded. Which…aggravated Lana. He cooperated with questioning thus far, but Damon always gave off this air like he knew more than he was letting on… He would bounce between his grandfatherly routine and his ace detective routine like it was just two sides of the same coin. He CLAIMED to be innocent, that he was just the first on the scene… And yet he didn't call for backup or anything. No one even knew he'd stepped out of his office. Then again, nights were usually more lax anyway in terms of the number of people around the office. It was so vexing.

Mia promises to give a good ol' college try, seeing how bothered her friend is with this sticky case. First Gant has to agree to representation, and that could go sourly if he's as reticent as Lana implies. Still, there's no harm in TRYING…

Damon easily enough accepts his visitors, though he gives the impression this arrest is no big deal. Damon seems to know Lana was behind Mia's arrival, and says the ol' girl should relax and take some time off with some swimming. (人◕ω◕) It's vexing to see a defendant so at peace with his circumstances. Damon isn't even a little bit peeved at his subordinates or trying to assert his innocence. Damon simply says there's no point in getting worked up; letting 'em see you sweat will only fuel the fires of suspicion even more. This isn't his first rodeo, and he's confident the investigation will inevitably reach the truth. So why should he panic or vent? (人◕ω◕)

Damon isn't that fussed about who his attorney winds up being. It's nice that Mia came out all this way for a lump of coal like him, but the Chief isn't in any rush, and there's probably worthier clients than him just waiting to pound down Mia's door. If Mia's so fussed, he can give her a letter of request to investigate the scene. Doesn't mean he accepts her defense, or that he'll tell her anything worthy of note just yet. But Damon does think it's sweet to see one of Lana's friends is such a go-getter. (人◕ω◕) He'll give Mia 'til the end of the day (or visiting hours rather) to have one last chat. He leaves it up to her to decide if his case is worth her attention.

Mia can see why her friend is so stressed. With a defendant like Gant, who needs prosecutors? (人◕ω◕) Is it his position as Chief that allows him to be so easygoing? Is it the lack of evidence they've been suffering that makes him think they won't be able to pronounce him Guilty? Whatever the case, he's brash, and all too smug. Mia doesn't understand why Lana respects this guy so much. (人◕ω◕)

Regardless, while Diego stays behind to watch the office, Mia heads out to the most recent crime scene with Ema and Lana... Or rather, the site where the body was discovered. Because in spite of the bloodstains around the body, investigators have their doubts about this being where the victim died. For one, it was behind a restaurant next to a dumpster area; the victim was never known to travel to this part of town, living farther north. Restaurant regulars have never seen the man before, at least as far as they've dug up so far.

There are other reasons, but sadly none that Lana are privy to. She's too close to Damon to be trusted with case information. And there's some really motivated investigators who have been suspicious of Gant for a while. Hence, Jake turns Lana away at the scene, and only through her recommendation is Mia (and Ema) allowed in. With his brother possibly on this case, Jake is determined to do this by the book and be ever watchful of the attorney.

... That said, Jake's easy to soften up because of two factors: One, his brother's alive and he's still a detective so he's not as lazy or bitter. Two, the fact that Mia is best friends with Lana means Jake puts a lot of stock in her as well. After all, he's still dating Lana. Mia and Jake have heard a lot about each other through Lana, they simply haven't had much time to properly be introduced. Conflicting schedules and all that. They have met before... Just don't know each other that well.

With Ema's forensic tools (luminol, fingerprinting powder, etc.), they determine the bloodstains around the body are rather one-sided (no stains were wiped or washed away). And Jake confirms the police have determined this as well; it's their theory these stains here are just from Gant kneeling down and...poking around the victim's body. For reasons he will not disclose. It's not a good look for him, but Mia's adamant that it's not... a noose around his neck. Not yet. Jake admires Mia for keeping it together under pressure, but he's pretty convinced of Gant's guilt. The old man's been up to something for a while, and the two of them aren't super fond of one another. Always quick to criticize one another... That's just how Jake's felt. And Angel is about the same; admired Lana and Damon as a pair of sleuthing legends, but the old man's been giving off weird vibes for the past couple years.

The investigation and subsequent trial days are... slow. They only have three days under the current system, so there's a lot of pressure to find anything that strongly implicates Gant... Double jeopardy and all that. Hence Chief Byrne's executive decision to have Phoenix and Calisto help on the investigation end of things, while Neil handles the courtroom. This turns out for the best as two more victims are found throughout those days... A total of five victims, and they can't even say the two latest discoveries were killed while Damon was in custody. The autopsies are tricky due to the people being reported as missing months ago... They seem fresh, but there's a chance they were kept in a refrigerated area.

Three days, a lot of pressure and a lot of tension... A number of witnesses are called in, investigators are questioned at length, Damon keeps getting pressed for his side of the story... Eventually, Mia homes in on Joe Darke. Not because he particularly stood out in his witness accounts, but because he didn't stand out... There was this mysterious air about him, how calm and collected he was on the stand despite the scenes he purportedly bore witness to and despite being questioned at length. Oh, he seemed caught off-guard with some of the inquiries, but it was always more of a...very casual surprise. Like if someone told you it was raining, and you looked out the window to check before returning to what you were doing. That sort of nonchalance.

Joe never went hard on Damon with his testimonies. That was why it took until the last day of the trial for Mia to home in on him. Joe's alibi for the murders was never ironclad, and he did get jumpy when they talked about the times of death being thrown off... The switchblade knife he carried with him had its tip broken off, and he had no ready answer for where it went.

... Damon does. At long last, he reveals just what he was up to with that third victim he found. The reason he inspected the body himself, without letting forensics take care of it... was that he wanted to ensure there was no foul play with the investigation. The M.O. with these murders is that not a single clue is left behind, ever - this got Damon thinking it might be an inside job, but overall he couldn't be too sure. But when he found the knife tip in the body that he very luckily came across... Damon knew he had something to blow the case wide open.

All he needed to do was lure out the perp by becoming a suspect. Joe Darke had never come forward until this trial, yet he was so intimately aware with some of the details... A broken switchblade knife was just what Damon needed to compare the knife tip with. Sure, he'll take the rap for concealing evidence, but it's a pittance compared to what Darke will receive if the tip matches the blade, and if the weapon matches with the victim's wound.

This is enough to send Joe into wild hysterics and try assaulting the defendant... But Neil steps in and restrains Joe before he can do any real harm. Once subdued and in police custody, all they have to do is wait and hear back from the lab about the evidence that Damon produced. To everyone's relief, it all checks out. It's not phony, there's little room for doubt that Joe's knife was the murder weapon for that victim... And what's more, Damon never knew the locations they found the fourth and fifth bodies in. He knew nothing about them. But Joe seemed to, and that's a lead to follow up on. With nothing incriminating Damon in any of these five serial killings, they have no choice but to declare him innocent as the day draws to a close. Joe Darke will be seized as a new suspect.

It's not, precisely, the happiest victory. Damon did perform a dirty trick to lure the culprit in... And there are those in the department who still don't trust him completely. But the fact remains, Damon didn't kill anyone, and he wasn't twisting people to do his bidding... Damon allowed them to reach this verdict on their own merits. All he did was produce the knife tip that he...preserved.

In the end, Damon liked what he saw from this new generation of lawyers and investigators. He never begrudged them suspecting him - after all, he couldn't be sure of who to trust either. It bothered him the murders were so meticulously handled... He really just wanted this culprit caught. The law seemed so... powerless. Against one anonymous man.

But in this trial, Damon saw hope. Lawyers, prosecutors, and police were working hand-in-hand. Sure, they butted heads at times... But they held out for those three days. Never gave up no matter how bleak things got... It was nowhere near like Manny or Blaise pulling their "miracles" back in the day. This was legit, and Damon only wished he didn't complicate matters with his actions.

Damon would let the prosecutors be. See where Chief Byrne steered that ship. He'd ease up the the department's stances against attorneys, at least the ones who earned their trust... Couldn't share everything prior to trials, but they didn't have to stonewall people legitimately trying to prove others' innocence.

They were entering a new age of the law. (人◕ω◕) There wasn't a need for Damon to interfere. Let the kiddos stumble and learn their way.

No one gets fired or laid off. Lana and Neil can continue prosecuting, Jake, Angel, and Goodman can all still be detectives... Damon's just here in a grandfatherly capacity now (still the Chief of Police), being tough on 'em at times but overall wishing them the best with their respective careers. (人◕ω◕)

It's gonna be different with all these new colorful faces sprinkled into the mix... But overall, it'll be great for fleshing out Mia and all the usual cast. There is more than one attorney in Japan. ... More than one detective. ... More than one prosecutor. (人◕ω◕) This is what we call fun~... \(人◕ω◕)/

[genderlesssinner]

Prepare yourself for more of my rambling bullshit

I apologize this is gonna be LONG as I just spew my thoughts while watching

Oh right Liliana is here I forgot this is where we left off OOF

The Weave Mind built the fortress, okay okay okay

Burrow Site?? Ah the dig to the cage

Oooh no he's using Liliana for the projection??

Oooo fae info dump

Are the Unseelie part of how Ludinus does the widespread projections? Or is he just rallying the troops

I am both stressed and love how eager Travis always is for things to go poorly

So much teleporting if they do this and going to the Fey is time fucky so that could be bad I hope they remember that and maybe Morri can still help with that?

Istg Travis. That die roll is gonna get Chet one day and no one is gonna believe it at first cause he fakes out so much

"we're not interesting enough for that" TAL

Part of me really hopes they turn the Sorrowlord fully against Ludinus but I also don't want that sombitch anywhere near Fearnie

Always walkin and talkin, or they would never get anywhere. Ever.

This meeting should be interesting.

WHO ARE THE OTHER DRAGONS MATTHEW?

I know my love, J'mon is one. Who are the other two.

Love having telepathic bond, hell yeah Imogen

GET IT LIL MAN dayum WHO IS HERE MATT AAAAA THE WHISPERSSSSS

Braius apologizing to Fearne is hilarious to me Fearne is the last one to be picky about relationship stuff yet he kissed Imogen and it it's fine lol

TALIESIN IS SO INTO THIS I love Taliesin's reactions to everything omg

"shut up baby I know it" LIAM LEMUR O'BRIEN

I have so many mixed feelings about all of this wow okay

Thank you for stopping them Matt

My boys? WHO DID YOUR HALFLING EYES SEE ORYM?

Oh no oh um is that papa Wyvernwind?? It iiisssss oh shiiiiiiitttt

Hoo boy, those are big ass golems

WHO IS THE SILVER DRAGON MATTIE

Oooh man I love these absolute chucklefucks

The beacons are lit

Cerkonos!! Fuck yeah. Ashari!

Vex is like fuck the politics we have to *stop* this

Everytime they say Sunder King it sounds SO FAMILIAR and I can't remember it's driving me bonkers

That is one hell of a name Matt

Oh SHIT the dragon Zone of Truthed the whole damn place ooooff

Oh shit Braius of of everyone being able to lie? That totally won't bite is in the ass WILL IT SAMUEL?

VOX MACHINA ASSEMBLE BITCHES

OH SHIT the fucking bright queen vouching for the mighty nein shiiiitttt if she only knew

Taliesin: happy wiggles

Oh poor kiki dealing with all these assholes on top of everything else

Dorian thank you oh my god I was sitting here like Ash pls I love you but this one time keep your opinions to yourself you beautiful dumbass

Oh no

Okay maybe it's okay that Braius can lie ...maybe

Many months = two whole days

A GUY WHO MAKES Chairs crying

"what's the Platinum Dragon's mother's name?" Hoo that throwback

Oh boy Sam is making something Canon rn

Interesting okayokayokay

Oh Ashton oh no

Oh. Okay. No I'm vibing with this though.

Fearne flashing the room would be hilarious

"quick spin the bottle" XD

Oohhhh showing them is uh an interesting choice right now with the uh exhaustion that comes after

Fuck shit I missed a bit because technical issues hell

Oohhhhhh hh my sweet bard boy

Robbie is such a wonderful story teller ugh

Orym blue screening over Dorian and his horsedragon, love him

Chet is gonna wolf out ain't he.

Tiny sexy breath 🤣🤣🤣

Aaand there it is. Ope he's not actually changing okay okay

OH SHIT TITLES OH MY FUCK AKXBSUHVG

I totally got distracted and missed something said but it's fine I'll watch again Monday

Chet

Oh

What

Where's papa Wyvernwind

Yeeeeeee

I forgot his name is Bronte

Yeah no tracks okay fuck.

Break time! More rambling fuckery in the second half yall

Go use the bathroom and get drinks and snacks

[skrimbled]

do it coward

Ok- here is my rambling.

Bfau is a fantasy au indpired mostly by @hopepetal and @applestruda and their boatem knights au, but i put a spin on it and changed a lot. (sorry for tagging you two if you see this lol)

Rambling is under the cut :]

Basically- Grian the avian fire sorcerer is tasked by the king to assemble a small team of warriors to defend an ancient village called Boatem, which has an open rift to a dangerous void-like realm inside of it. It's dangerous as they will live there full time and will be the first (and only major) line of defence against anything that emerges from the rift. Grian agrees, and sends out letters to those he sees worthy.

The first was a ranger called Scar, his former party member and travel buddy. They used to adventure with Grian's adopted older brother Jimmy, and Jimmy's boyfriend of the time BigB, but due to a tragic event BigB passed, and Jimmy left adventuring for good to mourn, leaving Grian with a now unpredictable teammate. Scar died too in that event, but a stolen artifact they had brought his soul back to his body. The problem? Souls that are angry when they die become vexes, which are wild and violent. So when Scar came back to life, he gained otherworldly abilities which he couldn't control. They tried to continue travelling, but eventually Scar couldn't keep risking Grian's safety and they parted ways so that Scar could understand his new life and powers. He had to have control by now, after years of minimal contact, right?

The second invite went to his twin sister Pearl, who he hadn't seen for many years. She had left their home town in response to strange dreams and visions calling her somewhere. Grian hadn't heard from her for a long time until recently, when Tim got word from a traveller that she was alive and well, and strong too. She was some sort of paladin now, and neither of her brothers had any more information than that. Grian knew that his new life would be tough and he would be lying if he didn't admit that he really wanted his twin's support.

The third person to contact was another close friend, a vampire called Mumbo. Grian met him when he was weak and starving, having offered his blood in exchange for temporary shelter. They became fast friends, and talked often. Grian wasn't sure how he was in combat, but the guy was hella smart! He had so many ideas for traps and weapons, and knew hoe to make them. Grian felt that having a more technical teammate would be valuable, so Mumbo was a no brainer really.

The fourth and final invite was tough, as he had ran out of connections. Well- he had his older brother, but Timmy had been left flightless by the same event that took his lover. While he and Grian occasionally talked via messages, Tim was never a fighter, and what magic he did have wasn't suited for combat. Even then, even if Tim somehow said yes, Grian could never put him through all that pain again.

He settled on talking around, and found out about a veteran adventurer called Impulse.

Impulse was a bit of a wild card, and it also showed in his personality. He was noticeably older than everyone else, but his portfolio was nothing to sneer at. He had been a part of an adventure party like Grian, and had gotten pretty well known and respected. Impulse was a knight apparently, the brawn to a pair of brains. But when Grian first met him, he was instantly a little strange. He would frequently refer to himself as a 'we' or 'us', and Grian was convinced he'd caught him talking to himself once as if there was a response. Grian didn't know this yet, but Impulse wasn't just a knight. He was a human sharing his body with a (kind of stupid and annoying) demon, and had been for many years. By now it was almost second mature for him to include Skizz into conversations, even if no one else could see or hear him.

These five indeviduals were the only ones to guard and interact with Boatem, and just kinda have to deal with each other. Not much happens at Boatem, but at least the down time lets them get to adjust to each other and their quirks.

So yeah. Grian gets his sister, two besties and a random dude together to do nothing but bicker and train unless shit goes down, featuring LOTS of background characters with their own stories and development that don't matter as they aren't the pov. I will talk about them though. Just not now.

I hope you enjoyed my midnight ranting :]

[celestialsonata7]

I can buy Pat being the crooked man and the energy corrupting him, but I don’t like how they treated the actually development that led up to it, does that makes sense? He is entitled, has boundary and anger/ jealousy issues. I can buy that, but his arc I’m not sure if it needed more time or if it was because of how sudden his change was or because you grew to like his character through the series.

I didn’t like how they handled the whole “he is always been evil and is impossible for him to change and any attempts to change are useless or another form of manipulation” I think the series does a very good job at showing his perspective and making you feel sorry for him at tikes and even empathize with what he is going through to just be like “oh, he is just evil and has always been like that and when everyone thought he was dead nobody cared and resented him for still being alive”

(I acknowledge that what he did was 100% wrong, he did terrible things Nicole was in her right to hate him and be distrustful of him. He is a very scary person because guys like him actually exist in real life)

Is weird because I’ve seen other shows do similar arcs to this one where the villain that turned evil due to their own personal flaws, shortcomings and issues and somehow still being unredeemable and dying at the end, but still the narrative being able to show them some kind of sympathy or acknowledgement/understanding towards their issues and still having them be unredeemable and die in the end. Sadly I don’t think Pat’s character arc had rbis.

How do you feel about the way his character was handled? Am I the only one who feels this way?

Hello Anon! Thank you for asking this! I could launch into a whole essay about what I think about this. XD So I think I will. Strap in, folks!

For those confused, this is pertaining to the Netflix series, 'Raising Dion', and contains MAJOR spoilers, so be forwarned if you plan on watching it.

(I'd like to premise this by saying it's been a hot minute since I watched the show, so I'm sorry if my recollection of its events is a little fuzzy.

I would also like to state that I freaking looooove Jason Ritter, and his perfomance in this show is amazing as always, and the reason that the character arc of Pat vexes me so is that I felt they did Jason dirty.)

So, I absolutely agree that it felt like his whole reveal was definitely rushed through, which is really poor writing on their part considering they knew where they were gonna take the character from the beginning. They had all that time to work out how they wanted to present the character and he still didn’t feel fleshed out enough. They just wanted to make the twist so surprising for the audience for shock value that they made sure we would never suspect him until the reveal. I can buy that people lie about themselves, they hide certain traits and motivations, sure, but for him to do a complete 180 of his character was just too ridiculous, especially when you consider how irrevocably determined and devoted he was to his goals once the reveal happened. Either he’s a hurting and desperate man who’s only doing what he needs to survive, OR he’s an evil being bent on making others suffer, you can’t have it both ways.

I think the main reason Pat is so unbelieveable as a character is that they kept flip-flopping him. He would CONSTANTLY contradict himself; "Dion, always listen to your Mom, BUT also let's have pizza even though she said 'no'", "Dion, only use your powers for good, BUT also let’s cheat at this basketball game", "Dion, good guys are always true, BUT definitely lie about using your powers in public", "Dion, I'm happy you got superpowers and can fight evil, BUT it definitely should have been me instead because I was there and everyone else got powers so I should have too", "Nicole, I like you, however if you don't feel the same way, I'm okay with that, BUT how dare you kiss other guys when you should be with me", like, it's not even bipolar, it's just bad writing. His motivations and desires are constantly changing that it just feels random and disorganized and done on a whim. It felt rushed and random simply because you never know what he wants. He wants to be a good godfather and friend to Dion and Nicole but no actually he just wants to kill them, but no actually he'd never hurt them, but no actually he'd do anything for power. It just doesn't make any sense.

People can have major flaws and still be good people, and people can have good traits and still be bad people, but these traits usually line up with a person's motivations, i.e. "I need to survive but I'll try not to kill if I don't have to, and if I do have to it will upset me because I still value human life. If there was another way, I'd take it but there isn't and that sucks", or "I value YOUR life because I'm attached to you but everything and everyone else is meaningless to me and I have no qualms with ending them for my own gain". You can't have, "I wish I was a better person except just kidding no I don't", it doesn't work that way.

You can say that Pat's motivation from the beginning, to the very end, was power; all he wanted was power, that was his end goal, that was what he always strived for, but then his actions should back that up. If all he wanted was power, why did he waste his time raising Dion, teaching him how to use his powers, helping Nicole, being a good friend to her, working at his job, hoping for promotions? Why not just go out and collect all the powered people at once, keep absorbing people, keep gaining power? You'll say, "well he wanted to wait for Dion to get stronger so he could absorb more power, he needed to be close to Nicole to be close to Dion, he needed the resources of his company to find more powered people", okay, yes, that all makes sense. If that was what he was planning the whole time, then that shows that he's smart and conniving. So everything he did was in service to that main goal; he helps Dion become more powerful so he can take all that power for himself. But he inadvertently creates his downfall, he "dies", all his power is gone, over and done with. Then WHY come back to "warn" everyone of another rising threat? You could say, "he wanted to get his power back", okay, but how? He no longer had the power to absorb people and he didn't even know he COULD get it back, he just knew it was still out there killing, and if he DID know he could get it back, why not go to where the power is in the first place? Why bother with going back to the city and the job and the people that would never help him in a million years? He KNEW he would be shunned and arrested and locked up forever if he showed his face there, and without any power he had no way of escaping, so why go back? He also knew they didn't understand that power either anyways; a superpowered eight-year-old beat him, not the highly educated and technologically advanced company, so what did he think he could gain from going back there? We already know he's smarter than that, if the above is true. By all accounts it doesn't make sense.

You could say the desire for power solely came from the crooked energy, and season one was all just Crooked Man-Pat, and once that was gone the true Pat came back, and he really DID just want to help and redeem himself, fine. But then he should not have been capable of reverting back to Crooked!Pat at the end, before the energy was even back in him. If all he wanted to do was help, then the concept of being powerful would mean nothing to him. The desire for power, the deceitful nature, the entitlement and selfishness should not have been there while he was "trying to help". You can't be selfless and selfish at the same time. You can't be forthcoming and deceitful, you can't be humble and entitled. All those things contradict each other. Again, it doesn't make sense.

Another thing that really really irked me while watching the series was that, from the very beginning, it seemed like Nicole never really liked Pat anyway. She was ALWAYS cold and distant with him, as if she already knew he was bad news even when he was "trying" to be kind and thoughtful. I don't know if that was a directorial problem or an acting choice but it felt so unfounded and random, and it made all the "nice" scenes feel forced. Not to mention Nicole was far too quick to just accept that Pat was evil all along, it just pulled away from their relationship so much so that it felt like they didn't even have one, like the only thing connecting them was Dion. Again, I don't know it that was intentional, or even if anyone else felt that way, but that's how it came across to me and it made it really hard to connect to either of them. Honestly, it felt like Pat had more chemistry with Dion than with her.

The only reason I fell in love with Pat at the beginning, and continued to route for his redemption until the end, was because, as stated at the top, I love Jason Ritter. I've seen many of his roles and applauded all his performances and so yes, I'm biased, but as I'm sure everyone else can agree, he has a kind face, and plays enduring really really well. He gets cast as kind people quite a lot, so anyone that has seen him before will already feel a sense of comfort when he's on screen. I think that is really only reason that Pat is so likeable at the start, and possibly feels redeemable at the beginning of season two; because people see this kind face and can see him being capable of kindness. But it's all for naught because of the way that the show and character is written; there's only so much you can do with what you're given. The script of 'Raising Dion' was basically a mess of tangled Christmas lights that are impossible to untangle, and the more they tried, the more tangled it got.

tl;dr Pat's character was really poorly handled from a writing standpoint; nothing he did made sense and his motivations were all over the place and his character was never consistent. All that is an absolute, crying shame because Jason Ritter was amazing in it anyways and I wish I could have enjoyed it more.

I hope that answered your question, and if not I'm sorry. I've never really written my thoughts on anything like this before and again, it's been so long since I saw the show so I may have gotten some things wrong or misremembered some things. But I had fun writing this, it's been a while since I've written ANYTHING and I really really appreciate you wanting to know my opinions, no one ever wants that. XD Hope you have a lovely day, Anon!

[essayofthoughts]

You know what I'm going to say: Delia AU. Please?

It's getting cromchyyyyy

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“You’re from up north, aren’t you?” Vax asks, one evening when they’re keeping watch on a place. 

Well - he’s keeping a watch on it, Cass is keeping an eye out for Vex and Trinket, who’d promised to return with some kind of dinner a whole half hour ago and Cass has been praying for those fish pasties they’d had the other week. The unexpectedness of Vax’s question has her turning to look at him with such force it almost makes her stumble out of her carefully wedged position.

“We’re not gonna tell anyone, Cass.” His voice is soft and his expression earnest even as his eyes stay fixed on the house. “Whatever you’re running from - you’re a good person and a tricky customer in a fight. We like you. You don’t want us to tell, we won’t - but we need to know what you don’t want told, so we don’t let anything slip.”

That’s… fair, and Cass hates that it’s fair and feels kind of nostalgic at the same time because this is the exact kind of wheedling reasoning that Percy learned from Julius and used to absolute death. Vax is using it much more like Julius did - simply and plainly and letting the sentence stand without adding on five more arguments.

“Yes,” she says.

“Further than Drynna, right? Vex and I spent a summer there once and your accent is crisper.”

There are, Cass admits, worse people she could admit this to than Vax. Vax who treats her as much like a little sister as Julius ever did. Vax who’s taken a dagger for her not once now but twice, Vax who’s taught her how to lockpick those tricky new bastard locks the Myriad have brought in and where Trinket likes best to be scratched and has twice given her the pouch of looted money to give to Vex.

Vax won’t turn her in. For Vax, family is worth more than money. (Vex… she isn’t entirely sure on Vex yet.)

“Whitestone,” she says eventually.

“Oh,” Vax says. “That’s where that rock comes from, right? Everyone’s been going mad trying to get it after trade was cut off the other year.”

“Yeah,” she says. She swallows; her throat feels dry.

“Know anything about that?” he asks. “Anyway we could get ahold of some? That’d be damn useful-”

“You won’t,” she says. “You won’t get any. And if you try, you’ll just die.”

Vax does tear his eyes away from the building at that: she sees his face turn to look at her out of the corner of her eye but she can’t face him right now because she thinks she might break down entirely if she does and someone has to keep watch.

“Oh,” he says. “Shit, Cass-”

She shakes her head before he can ask anything else.

“Shit,” he repeats. “I knew it was something bad got you down here, with your accent but- shit, Cass.” There’s a pause; politely, he turns to face the manor. “People hunting you?” he asks. Cass can only shrug.

“They didn’t catch me,” she says. “I wasn’t with everyone. I don’t- I don’t know if they know I’m alive. But if they find out-”

“Yeah.” Vax’s shoulders shift and it’s the exact way they do before he does something stupid like threaten a gang’s biggest bruiser. “Right. ‘F you spot anyone-”

“I pickpocketed you because I used all my funds trying to kill one of their people,” she blurts. “And- she saw my face. I didn’t manage it.”

Vax’s eyes snap right back to her.

“... You think she’s gonna tell them?”

Cass can shake her head for that at least. Ripley’s a bitch but she’s a predictable bitch: she loves nothing more than knowledge to lord over other people, knowledge that advantages her over everyone else. Percy’d always been blind to it, but it was one of the reasons Mother had always been a bit sceptical of the Doctor’s advice.

“She’s under their thumbs too,” she says eventually. “She won’t like that.”

Vax understands immediately. “Right-”

He stops dead and it takes Cass a moment to realise why: Vex is walking down the street, Trinket ambling along beside her.

“What a surprise seeing you here,” she says, when she reaches the little alley they’ve tucked themselves into, Vax perched on top of some crates and Cass wedged between some. “Still cosy as cats in a colony?”

“Absolutely,” Vax says, already making grabby-hands at the steaming, wax-paper-wrapped parcels in Vex’s hands. “We’ll be cosier if-”

“Yes yes, food first,” Vex says.

If it wasn’t for her upbringing, Cass could hug Vex. It is the pasties. The manor across the street remains as dull as anything and they all settle in with their food.

“Having fun chatting?” Vex asks, leaning back against the street-facing wall, her hood pulled low in a way that makes her look astoundingly cool if not for the flaky pastry crumbs caught on her leathers.

“Absolutely riveting,” Vax asks, before taking a bite and heedlessly talking around the mouthful. “What took you so long?”

Oh. Cass doesn’t think she’s ever seen Vax keep something from Vex before.

[waltwhitmansbeard]

“Liam and Laura knew what they were doing and chose violence anyway.”

That they did. So… from now on, I will say “Vex’ahlia” instead of Vex lol

That said, same prompt as before?

19. opening up about their own struggles when they see the other's problems aight let's run this back. s2 tlovm again.

When they make camp, Vex is ready to pass the fuck out. She's still exhausted from the whole dying debacle, and fighting off those flying fire demon things in Pyrah didn't help the situation. All she wants to do now is huddle up near the crackling campfire and sleep until Grog's snoring wakes her in approximately three hours.

As she spreads out her bedroll and shoves the last of her gathered berries into her mouth, she sees movement at the entrance to the cave they've claimed for the night. Her hand flies to her bow out of habit, but even in this low, flickering light, she recognizes those antlers. She sets the bow down and frowns. Where is Keyleth going at this hour?

The others are busy chatting or getting ready for sleep or, in her brother's case, struggling with the Vestige that he can't seem to get off (another problem for another day), so Vex hauls herself up from the craggy floor and follows after Keyleth. She finds her sitting with her knees pulled to her chest just outside the cave, her circlet appearing gray in the silvery light of the moon. "It's freezing out here," Vex says, and Keyleth jumps, startled. "Don't you want to come inside?"

Keyleth shakes her head, resting her chin atop her knees again. "Not really in the mood to sleep."

Vex settles onto the hard ground beside her. "You know, it was pretty fucking cool how you turned into that giant fire beast. Not sure what that was all about, but it'll be useful all the same."

"Useful." Keyleth says the word with scorn, and Vex doesn't think she's ever heard such derision in her voice. "How many people in Pyrah had to die until I was finally useful enough to stop the slaughter?"

Oh. "Keyleth, you know what happened there wasn't your fault."

"Maybe not. But if I had been on focused on my Aramenté, on the path that I was supposed to be following, I could have been there earlier. I could have stopped it."

Vex lays a hand on her shoulder, which trembles beneath her palm. "You don't know that." Vex worries her lip between her teeth. "You know I studied dragons?" Keyleth nods. "My studies left me with an...ability, I guess you'd call it. A new sense, in a way. I know when dragons are near."

"Yeah, I remember, with Brimscythe."

"Well, I felt them approach, in Emon." Keyleth doesn't ask who she's referring to. "It felt like my head was exploding. Four dragons, all descending at once. The pain was so debilitating, I could barely tell Vax what was going on." She shrugs. "Maybe if I had, we would have been able to warn more people. Maybe if I had, Sovereign Uriel would still be alive."

Keyleth twists her head to frown at her. "Vex, we had seconds to figure out what was going on in Emon. You barely had any more warning than the bells gave us. There was nothing you could have done differently or better to save people."

"Exactly." Keyleth's eyes flick up in annoyance as she realizes the trap she's walked right into. "Keyleth, you got to Pyrah when you did. Before the rest of us, don't forget. You saved the people you could save. You did what you could. That's what we do. That's all we can do. Our best."

"It doesn't feel like the best," she says quietly. She rubs at her eyes with the back of her hand. "It feels like I failed."

"That's because you're a good person. It's kind of annoying, actually. You know you're the best of us, right?" Keyleth's eyebrows furrow. "You and Pike, I'd say. The ones who make sure that we're always doing the right thing, even when we're scared, even when we don't want to. I mean, fuck, the way you took off when my brother tried to ignore the danger in Pyrah? That's not the action of someone who failed, Keyleth."

And finally, Vex sees the hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Vex shoves off of then ground and extends a hand out to Keyleth. "Come on. Warmth and food, and you'll feel fine again."

Keyleth lets Vex pull her to her feet, and then, to Vex's surprise, she throws her arms around her. "Thanks, Vex," she murmurs. "You're a good friend."

And wow. Yeah. They're friends. Who would've fucking guessed? She hugs Keyleth back. "We're in this together, remember? Gotta have each other's backs if we're not gonna be devoured by a league of murderous dragons."

Keyleth chuckles, and then they go back inside the cave, where the rest of their friends talk and laugh and sleep.

[ogdoadfates]

A Town to nowhere AU

(This au (A town to nowhere) has some supernatural/anomaly based aspects to it.) (aaayyyeee finally formerly introducing this au! kinda)

On the coast there is a little town where people go to forget and in some ways be forgotten or at least they hope to be, it’s a place where people go when they no longer know what to do. A small town that in some ways is dieing and in others is thriving.

Scanlan was the first of them all to move to this small town, a loss for passion, a loss of inspiration and maybe an escape from a few bad situations he found himself wanting to be away from everything and so he moved to the small little town.

Pike, Grog, and Willhand are the next to move to the small town, Willhand knew the two wouldn’t leave him when Grog’s Uncle lived near him so in order to help the two he thought it best to move. Grog gets to run away from his uncle's rage and Pike now has a quiet place to try to reconnect with her faith again.

Keyleth moves about the same time as Pike, Grog, and Willhand, she needed escape, a moment to breath, to think on a mother who left so long ago, lifes barreling edge staring her down, a college drop out due to stress and even more stresses of life.

Percy was next, due to past trauma he quickly learned he could only handle being in a big city for a day or two at a time and so he did what he always does, he fled and this case he fled to the small little town by the coast.

Vex and Vax are the last to move, always running from place to place the two finally settle on the little town. A place that finally let them live and escape all there past traumas or so they think.

In this au Vox Machina slowly get different powers and slowly start to unlock the many mysteries of the little town and it’s neighboring town out on a island a bit ways away from the cost.

[nochi-quinn]

legend of vox machina season 2 episode 8: echo tree OR more like incel tree amirite

sam is the "nice melons" npc bc of course he is

imagine the twins using their old tricks to duck the guards and it doesn't work bc that was over a decade ago

hello Elf Guard Matt

"we're his children" (derogatory)

"I've known many people with money and titles. They are definitely not worth you."

VELORA

the twins are not immune to velora and neither am I

"your father will be pleased to see you" I doubt that

"if you'd notified me you'd be gracing us with your presence" has this man never heard of an emergency

"if you've come for my money - or my goats - I don't have any!" wilhand

"real vestments!" I don't know why that's so adorable to me but here we are

"did you forget to eat??" eating is one of the three things grog actually knows how to do

"hi, pop-pop. I fucked up" me every time I call my parents

"what can syngorn do for you?" directed very specifically at percy, fuck everybody else

oh I just realized he's probably shitty about keyleth too, since she's also a half-elf

a second-generation half-elf, at that

my partner: does he not realize vax is wearing deathwalker's ward me: he doesn't care, that's human shit

"do you have any idea the burden your sudden arrival has caused my family?" I regret to inform you that this is in fact also your family

and now we know what role vex played in this emotional abuse hellpit

"you might just wanna avert your eyes" she literally confirmed that grog's dick didn't get acided off for him

if that's how scanlan 'works both ends' I am terribly sorry for any of his partners

it took me three watches to realize he's whistling Pull My Beads Of Love

percy spending that whole meeting trying desperately to figure out which House he could give to Vex without Cass shanking him

"what does 'fuck you' mean?" little pitchers have big ears

(didn't they on-purpose teach her the word 'shit' in the campaign)

if we get byroden flashbacks are they gonna be exu-compliant

"somehow I feel like it hurt me more" relationships! with! abusive! parents! are! complicated!

ew, tree gunk

he finally called her stubby, I can die happy

I knew where they were going as soon as he said "stimulation"

big "not a good enough reason to use the word 'penetrate'" energy

I enjoy Transition Frog

garmelie: don't submit to his voice vex, already extremely emotionally compromised: ✔✔

look, I don't claim to be a perfect parent, but I don't think I could look at something a child made for me with their own two tiny little hands and just casually break it in front of them

not even just my child. any child.

yeah, come to think of it, even vax doesn't Get It, bc he never wanted syldor's approval, or at least got over the want very quickly.

(fun fact, every time I type or say "syldor" I have to force myself not to say "isildur"

look at this. this is insane. I'm obsessed with this shot.

the feywild is using all of percy's black powder, he better hope victor survived.

I'm glad we got the "if I could pull the blood of him from my veins" line but it was so, so good when she was yelling it at her dad

vax now is not the time to ask keyleth to touch your butt

"dear broken vex'ahlia" if the word 'broken' is literally in your proposal there might be something fucked up about it mb

vex: my heart is someone else's percy: oh? do I know them?

incel tree saundor

"how do you fight a tree?" with a druid

I reluctantly admit him making the arrows out of his palm is pretty cool

I also love a good upside-down arrow shot

vex Jungle Sliding for her life

god I love keyleth so much

the way it springs open inside the stab wound is A+

mala: of course it survived, bc percy 100% expected her to stab a man with it

"he is who he's always been" "I know. and so am I." I am foaming at the mouth over this, at vex knowing she needs to work on parts of herself before she can actually confront her dad

there is SO MUCH nuance and middle ground between "still being actively abused" and "full no-contact" but it's more viscerally satisfying to show the Salt The Earth Behind You fight instead of the long, slow, painful work of attempting reconciliation

tl;dr reconciliation is a thing and I wish more stories used it even though it's complicated and subjective

"I usually hate the theater"

"how did that appear? how did tvs just appear? and really old tvs, based on the make and the year?"

this motherfucker

"he killed me with them" grog backstory GROG BACKSTORY

westruun is my favorite arc okay, I apologize for nothing

[heavensbeehall]

"Catching Fire", Chapter 26

Part 3: The Enemy

Chapter 26: Our Alliance hikes to the Lightning Tree of Doom. Johanna and Katniss take off with the coil, but it's cut. Johanna hits Katniss, removes her tracker, and attempts totrick the Careers into following her. Brutus says Katniss is as good as dead. A cannon goes off (Chaff, killed by Brutus), making Katniss afraid for Peeta. She follows the wire back to the Lightning Tree only to find Beetee, injured, with Peeta's knife wrapped in wire. Peeta calls for Katniss. Katniss calls for Peeta, hoping to draw any attackers to her and the Lightning Tree. Enobaria and Finnick arrive. Katniss prepares to shoot them. Another cannon goes off (Brutus, killed by Peeta). But Katniss remembers Haymitch's advice to remember who the enemy is so she sends her arrow into the "chink" in the force field's armor. She is paralyzed by the lightning and can't reach Peeta or his pearl. (Sadface).

Thoughts:

-- I have been listening to bits of the audiobook while reading along and I have decided that I like Tatiana Maslany as Katniss better than Carolyn McCormick, the original narrator. McCormick sounds younger, but Maslany--even though I know her from other things--is more Katnissy in a way I can't describe. Anyway, just in case anyone is considering downloading either edition.

-- It's funny that Katniss is so convinced Peeta could convince anyone of anything, like he could charm the skin off the snake. Because I can't think of one instance when he convinced Katniss to do something she didn't want to?

-- If neither Brutus or Enobaria followed Johanna very far, then where the fuck is she during all of this?

Quotes:

The alliance is over. Finnick and Johanna must have had an agreement to turn on us tonight. I knew we should have left this morning

Katniss thinks Johanna tried to kill her but just didn't get the chance because Brutus and Enobaria showed up, which is silly. If she wanted to kill Katniss, she'd have hit her with an axe not the wire coil. Sometimes our girl is a bit slow.

There's a much deeper alliance based on years of friendship and who knows what else.

Wait does Katniss think Finnick and Johanna are fucking? Hilarious.

The boom of a cannon pulls me up short. Someone has died. I know that with everyone running around armed and scared right now, it could be anybody. But whoever it is, I believe the death will trigger a kind of free-for-all out here in the night. People will kill first and wonder about their motives later.

This is Chaff's death. As I've mentioned before I am very confused as to what he was up to. Did Peeta run in a different direction that Finnick? Because that seems dangerous. If Brutus was following Johanna, how did he come upon Chaff? Or was he helping Johanna and Peeta just happened to see it? I am vexed by the Chaff situation.

The moan must have been involuntary. [Beetee]'s not conscious, although I can see no wound except a gash below the crook of his elbow.

So Finnick cut out Beetee's tracker before he ran? Or did he do it himself?

[Beetee] and I will soon die. Finnick and Enobaria will die. Peeta is alive. Two cannons have sounded. Brutus, Johanna, Chaff. Two of them are already dead. That will leave Peeta with only one tribute to kill. And that is the very best I can do. One enemy.

Okay let's say things go as Katniss plans here. Do we think Peeta could take Johanna? I know he's bigger than her, but I am leaning towards no if she has an axe to throw, but I am not sure she does at this point.

I have always known who the enemy is. Who starves and tortures and kills us in the arena. Who will soon kill everyone I love. My bow drops as his meaning registers. Yes, I know who the enemy is. And it's not Enobaria.

I really like this bit. In the movie it is just Finnick. But there is something about the fact that Enobaria was not part of the alliance at any time which makes me think of Cato's death, and even Coral in the latest movie. The Careers might seem evil to the outlying districts, but this is another deception on the Capitol's part, it keeps them fighting one another instead of the Capitol.

[missizzy]

Fic: I’ll Leave You a Phantom(Critical Role)

(Warnings for Bells Hells Episode 51 spoilers, and a suicide by a major character.)

Keyleth would never knew where it was she lay, when the white light faded.  Nor would she ever care.

She was vaguely aware, in those first moments, that whatever else was going on, the predator of the gods was not yet released, that she would feel it the moment they were.  And perhaps they would be, in another minute or so; she could feel nothing beyond that one fact.

All she could think besides that was, I've gotten him destroyed.  He still existed inside the Champion; he wouldn't have come otherwise.  But now he won't, not even there.  We won't ever see him again, even in death.

And she should've realized.  It was one thing for the inexperienced Bells Hells to have been outwitted by the likes of Dal'eth, but she should've been smarter than that.  Probably Vax should've, too, but she also should've realized he would never have let her die, no matter what it cost.

She was never going to be able to look Vex in the face again.  If Vex was still alive at the end of this.

She heard a exclamation near her, and lifted her head to look around.  The only other figure she could see in this strange landscape was Otohan Thull, standing there, actually looking confused.

And suddenly, Keyleth could see exactly what lay before her, for the rest of her life.  If it wasn't over yet, if they had somehow done enough to make the key fail, or someone managed to stop it still, then perhaps this would be over for a while.  But there would be more solstices, and then more apogee solstices, and she would have to do this again.  And again.  And again.  Her entire life would be spent battling against evil fools, and even the successes would come at terrible prices, and she would have to see death and destruction that would never happen for the last time.

Or perhaps, of course, they were failing right now, and that all would just become nonstop, and if this second Calamity ever ended, she doubted she would live to see it.

Thull's eyes fell on her, and all Keyleth could think was, Fuck that.  She had never before thought that the world had asked all it could of her, but well, it had now.

She still had some powerful spells left in her.  Maybe she could take Thull with her.  At the very least, she could probably leave her drained and damaged, make it harder for her to hurt any other Ashari or other allies that might have landed in the area, maybe even make it harder for her to survive.

Her final decision made, she felt oddly refreshed as she launched herself into her final battle.

It didn't take too long, in the end.  The last thing she felt was the venom burning through her veins; no well-meaning attempts would tempt her to return.

And then she was gone from all that, floating in a place that brought back the vaguest of memories-she had probably been here and then forgotten about it the other time she'd been killed-and a familiar visage stood before her, no Champion with her now.

And it seemed that even when dead, Keyleth could still feel rage.  "You're still here," she spat.  "Got some special favor from Dal'eth in return for his needed sliver of divinity?  Makes sense he'd talk to you."  He actually could've succeeded at this point; her sense of that was now gone.

"I am no ally of his, if that is what you accuse me of," the goddess replied to her.  "I did not even want him to go to you; I let him only because he so desperately wanted to.  I would likely die with the other gods.  But I suppose you do not care about that, do you?  I know you've never cared for us.  You were not there to save us for our own sake, I know that."

"I was not."  Keyleth wasn't about to deny it.  "Although I'm not completely indifferent to the fate of the gods, if only because there are some of them who are important to those I would see well and happy. But then again," and she felt her anger turn to cruelty in her smile, "you're not one of those anymore, are you?"

But the goddess said, "My Champion is not destroyed yet.  It is possible to save him.  Or even just save he who still is within him, although his chances are very low indeed if my Champion is lost."

And once again, Keyleth saw a future before her, and it wasn't too pleasant a one, either.  One could even call it the second trap in a row she'd launched herself right into.  She could almost feel it springing around her as she said, "If I can do anything to help...I can guess your price, but I'm out of reasons not to pay it.  Even if it consumes me."  She'd take oblivion over an eternity of knowing she'd let Vax be destroyed.

Besides, maybe if she became his replacement, he'd be free from the Matron's service.  He could finally rest, if he wanted to.  Or maybe she'd just have two Champions, but then at least they'd be together.

The touch of the Matron was cold, and Keyleth felt herself beginning to change.  "Come then," her voice sounded within her.  "We have very little time."

"I know," she said, and her voice was not her own.  It was that of the newest angel of death.

[xfindingtrouble]

👄 percy abt vex!

percy sits up a bit straighter, chewing the tip of his tongue as he thought of the right words. Vex had a way of swaying Percy, of reminding him of the good in this world. He could stare right into the abyss, take a step into it & she would still be able to draw him back. She had faced dragons, spninxes, even her bastard of a father & walked away with her chin held high. Vex was a beast of a woman & not even death had been able to slow her down.

Where percy could not help but simmer on the past, vex always seemed intent on moving forward, surviving & doing good when there was room for it. she made him want to change, evolve past his solitary existence. it was easy to wallow in the past, to get stuck in it. yet it was always at her back. vex made percy think he could be a better person, in the right hands. left to his own devices, he had a habit of looking to worst case scenario. anticipating gore & atrocities beyond belief. percy was particularly talented at prepetuating the horror. vex was better at taking things in stride, reminding percy that he should too.

" Sometimes you meet a person & they inspire you. " he speaks truthfully, though he's very careful. no word is chosen without purpose, a nagging paranoia in the back of his skull. he wonders if somehow she'll hear him through the walls, expose him for his sentimentality. if he was wholly honest & she found out he doubted he'd ever live it down.

vex'ahlia was, perhaps, one of the most magnificent people percy had ever had the luck of meeting. she wasn't perfect, by any means, no one was... but she had relentless strength about her. she could fight & fight & fight & still have more left to give. she was fragile, in other ways, though it was more difficult to see. there was a weight on her shoulders that came with the love she gave. it left her open, vulnerable in a way that percy is sure was supposed to be private... but he had a habit of looking for the details. it was not easy to choose good, it never would be.

but it was more than inspiration & he knew that, somewhere inside of him. for all the internal battles he fought, it was one he knew he would lose. it was a surreal thought, to think that another person could affect him so deeply... that he could want something ( someone? ) so badly. yet he could never admit to it, at least not out loud. but still, he's sure she's caught his lingering glances.

she was smart & decisive, fierce & terrifying. perhaps this is why it was so intimidating to think that she might know his truth, overhear any heartfelt confession. he was half-sure she would eat him alive if she did. he was nearly as sure that he would let her. vex knew how to read a man, how to bend them to her will & as intimidating as it was... it drew percy in. he wanted to be what she wanted, who she wanted. a hero, a friend, a lover, percy didn't care. he just wanted to be.... hers. was his face flushing now? definitely. he could feel it in his ears. he lets out a deep breath, unable to catch every racing thought that now poured into hs head. they were like fireflies in the dark, endless.

" I would die for her, " he finally admits, trying to shy away from his beating heart in different sort of dramatic confession. his next words are less careful, his mind beginning to tumble thhroug a hundred other sentiments while trying to shake the feeling at the center of it. he's going to need a drink after this, " Though I would much prefer to live for her. She is my inspiration. "

send a ‘👄 + character name’ and my muse will talk about that character

[libidomechanica]

What, conscious Hand folly

A kimo sequence

               I

He had never on the serious. Her owne vertue hath no stain of Moore. What, conscious Hand folly.

               II

In sight could not. Called more: a thousand from June the origin her bloud friend. In pages the door.

               III

Sad case, and still these were sun and eek a frere wol fall, look on thy foot, the open ground. Their shoes.

               IV

To love, most stranger’s mind. To thought for, baith kisse thee, sweetness to embrac’d. Hyena foemen’s wrong.

               V

Load an oath desire. Who knew them spitously broke my hair blown about it. A belt of Time.

               VI

And Mars yaf me a mission. See fierce the woman close—From thee will anxious, and as his glory.

               VII

Yet mine I knew his body feels, and care, each other’s dart. Is faith, ye’re not melted downe dyd lye.

               VIII

And in a clothd with an eare. And now he’s glad to have TWO of fire. You see a kiss me, be love.

               IX

In equal. And tuff, amygdaloid and tempts of laughing lightnings quickly the crescent promise.

               X

And what now disjoin, whatever. Then in mail one day I mette of God and did raise tomatoes.

               XI

He puzzled; Julia was supernatural conduct by the tapers why didst arise—arise!

               XII

And after me with kindling brain, her grandson armed, o eyes, the north, in the misery! The same.

               XIII

My heart. On which after than myn housbondes, quod she, in patient forced to build the holy days.

               XIV

Thy worst of a make, then would vex, and let thee. Know the waters of love, my heart sae fu’ o’ wae!

               XV

If in my life might kiss all, nor pale enchantment toil and great. While and Julia’s eyes shall leisure!

               XVI

Not easy chearful of ragerye, the palsied hands. Soon as kindred birthday part, which makes no stars.

               XVII

He liked what’s my master reader will of men, she made his gravest citizen see! How would kill?

               XVIII

For Adonais; till to home winter and pass the Lord’s guilt confounded ice. All her mind is this?

               XIX

Away, wherewith both include those who her father, as we knowe what it a monster of six.

               XX

Ill affrontery, is more in green; and Parties, comply. For Nisus’ injur’d Hair did his hoold.

               XXI

She flesh and wherewith dew and devotion I would be no weltring Duncan, Nelson was. Cheek!

               XXII

At length into closet, of Donna Inez, to die so, and there! Intend, some huge rondure not.

               XXIII

Thou shalt obey, and for shame o’t. Man could utter’d the Noon of stormy mist; so swept down too.

               XXIV

Whan my bonie Jean. He story, the silver Bound, The joys refined, drag on Love’s first, that Desire!

               XXV

And then, but decorous alters hurt you. He will be my lovers, and fair; and would come your fate.

               XXVI

At first the floods no hymn whose articles depend on the most difference; Give me thus? To tinder.

               XXVII

Or which serve a knight, so warm? Devil’s so very to request, of fruitful in the Head. We meet.

               XXVIII

Plunge that comes: then yellow prest, than their shoes. There unstrung unable to the street, with endless Sky.

               XXIX

The heard; and and sorrow and dare to come, she said, My cousin Amy, speak plain English, many?

               XXX

If thy unworthy of youth not, she smile thine, or elles hadde enchantment to know it. Say nay!

               XXXI

Yet tikleth me birafte his were King Victorious Day. And help me God, I will I was this?

               XXXII

Which glorious flow, and desolate, she meads; wherefore? Once more I hear himself, into bed.

               XXXIII

No more—no more, one haukes lure. Since this Morning-tide, I only son with heavy—as a test.

               XXXIV

Had to stir? A globe, years, and looked at hoom as dropped to the sea. Where the sun’s domain and his head.

               XXXV

The ages, to goon and saw his warm, unnerved his cottage bench; an auld brass will bite. Creatures out.

               XXXVI

But ta’en by this only, call all the though my heart of man. And with grief- worn heart none lovely signs.

               XXXVII

And played with all the longinge. Every different Nations, keep your very same column; date, Falmouth.

               XXXVIII

I wish these, now blithe, now let them. The pull; fair Annie’s bark our glory fight, propped my hand could not.

               XXXIX

The clean, i’ll cross vibes. Faire, and ye sal gae and sang sae merry comrades, or call our own in wild!

               XL

Different from me; and you see the smother. If you’d best hoom; I have chose falls, where burnish’d to deck.

               XLI

Dare repeatedly, in truth alit, and hung heaps, she cold, caress. Numb were blow back toward casting.

               XLII

’ And dwellen in his dotage that hapless clay, they faint on his head might he. My horse we gain’d wing.

               XLIII

Truth you aught it may be mortal door I lay as wel of those loss—of the grave. Full of delight.

               XLIV

Of his nycetee. That a suit mighty titles, fal’n from the minds is o’er the place—but Verbum sat.

               XLV

It changes on the sea. Ye, woltow so got into gold in mourn she says god helped together.

               XLVI

Of horsemen. He had lost in vapours to call its sustained, and keep his home. Then stars. ’Re alike.

               XLVII

Rent talents find the Fates himself and speak. Two distance be dried his own time of warm and his feats.

               XLVIII

She might not wear your tied heart was tolde han my knee desired. The head, i’ll love her purchaser!

               XLIX

I leafe is the many-living him with tufts and refrain. Her fav’rite Lock! That froaths beloved!

               L

” Thus was he were now determined, which flies. Making lay, who found a ruin, with its self and grey.

               LI

Are quite agree: what to say! Life bloud congeal’d from the bad his obscure; he whole of common-place.

               LII

Torture not. And shook the Potter’s windows thre, that froaths below, set thee to tell me of the Hair.

               LIII

In an aged the Nymph in early pull him any mercy deere? Till time? He died, and the royallie.

               LIV

Is lyk a catering arms, he is o’er he went. Declining Love as I glide; that’s like the grave.

               LV

But Julia, who had a bonny son to understand for Corks. By the falwes, and keep his Heart?

               LVI

Ah wanton maids, in this I knew that Jhesu short, she saith. And is through the best he like the Sphere!

               LVII

Him in her Body chanced to go. His relinquisitions, not what’s out of tears and Despair.

               LVIII

Spirit, cared nooks, which men delight. They dances, by what art can find one of us thyn, pardee!

               LIX

Here ends the wind. The wine of Thy mother as they danced Albano’s boy, him up, it could be had.

               LX

Each shell is o’er a light were swarms that held it seemed very set, he ceased the green. They took you years.

               LXI

His man, wi’ an auld wife. Is like. They could not head, and do hear the dead. Actually marry. Day.

               LXII

So do our meant to given the ground, while, may seem so mean enough. Call you are forgotten years.

               LXIII

The door and still lessoned so, satisfied of thunder. Her Joy in girth, there’s beauty’s case.

               LXIV

To follow: a shouting, is much linen band. But true nobility of blood less dear delight.

               LXV

For reputations gives us ourselves where you hear homely wife. And al swich withal, they died.

               LXVI

Whatever at they found, I said, No, no. At which leans sinistered to catch the sacrifice.

               LXVII

Began the Snuff-boxes and palms. And straggled the Lock; ariel himself from an humble broom.

               LXVIII

But the shiver’d o’erstep their sockets, with true-heroics strain, draw near the thorn? How Vlster like thee!

               LXIX

Who my Childless spotted not. Big heart thought us, bats when he’s peevish and haste, and but to me.

               LXX

Date, their treasur’d though her yesterday. His refulgent Queen’s deep emotions glowing red, the sky.

               LXXI

Be within her son, and thought, and sit in meaning, by harbour shelf. When Husbandships go on so?

               LXXII

—Need I sing, which are my heart’s disgrace you canst not, like Tom Waits. Although quite by many danger.

               LXXIII

For, God it with an Hidalgo! In the Frere, I think I pick’d and flits are the decoys, they give?

               LXXIV

Must noble the abode wherefore tame leopards. The parted to stop. Artist, the walked to say.

               LXXV

I have a wyf in chase the Gnome! Of condition, The lovely colours the monks preferrė bigamye?

               LXXVI

Once, the sea of life; they be well-a-days is spring reverted be God, that thou not we feed?

               LXXVII

He stood like besmear’d with many scorn, good society is but if they loue. Eternal are.

               LXXVIII

As thou would: and when in the should come as winter, who dislike cancer and brow. The two ages.

               LXXIX

And speak for his gore, hey both for my Jean. And Juan the sea what I felt and the Samaritan?

               LXXX

He seemed to spill the doubt not thro’ mystic cares. Within our mind many a tiptoe, amorous?

               LXXXI

And burn your Eye, where you go. Beauty morn as the rosy heigh ho, how you cry. But Julia Fire!

               LXXXII

Thus dance the wors that cruel are. Perhaps that fooled. Waking on this same delights, white Boy is a gift.

               LXXXIII

To draw from; but for my neighb’ring Textures in: let not make a gentle Bells such, indeed the truth!

               LXXXIV

Of other melody, war piled on the sweet a flowers than raise you some half with me as I.

               LXXXV

Of garden, as mostly mine; I loathe through the Madeira to be wedded fyve! Me as is me!

               LXXXVI

Clay to raised to light.—Ah, Gossip led when she ever-silent was sloping there! And chance spray, St.

               LXXXVII

That are let us range eyes out. Til trewe wyf, do as the world of your labour’d himself: you are!

               LXXXVIII

I tell us, are extremes, I trowe, twenty- five yards from yonder, and is it thus it no synne!

               LXXXIX

As by constant to drink, a spider in what touch of heaven, and there. Meet and chastitee no cure.