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vethbrenatto · 2 years

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tlovm episodes 10-12: thoughts

A final episode thoughts post! Come to an end so fast :(

Post-Episode 10 Thoughts:

I honestly found the first half of this episode really slow? I understand it for exposition’s sake but the pacing was off in this for me

I’m back on my Anna Ripley is hot bullshit huh......

vax flame tongue dagger cool as shit

really enjoyed the twins content in this one, especially vex’s reaction to vax getting charmed

the cassandra reveal was done very faithfully to the game, i can’t say it shook me more than the original but it was good

REALLY glad they let keyleth have that line “and abandon the revolution we started?” because while i get why it couldn’t be a bigger Thing like it was in game, it’s so integral to keyleth that she was the one- the ONLY one originally who was thinking like that

like i said, the back half really picked up and i had been looking forward to the “heavy” scene- that’s one of my faves on the soundtrack and it didn’t disappoint! grog swimming through ACID while pike heals him? sick as fuck

the little “forgot my drawers” moment made me chuckle

Best Characterization: Vex, Keyleth

Post Episode-11 Thoughts:

NOW THAT’S HOW YOU DO A FUCKING BATTLE EPISODE

sylas and pike one on one? INSANE

keyleth’s sunlight moment was AMAZING ICONIC UNPARALLELED. it worked for her PERFECTLY. her little plea to the sun tree i- UGH

“i broke the world for us” was a little underplayed ngl

ADORED the adaptation of spells; pike’s mass heal, scanlan’s “shh” (paralleling delilah’s “shh”) indicating his counterspell

also fuck delilah for silencing my man but worth it for scanlan’s d20 heart eyes

the vex & vax duel ending in their hug im soft

THIS EPISODE SAID KIKI RIGHTS SAID VEXLETH RIGHTS.

STUNNING ending how pike got poofed because of the activation of the ziggurat’s anti-magic field (i think?) but honestly how are they gonna heal kiki. i dont remember her going down in this fight and i certainly dont remember how she was healed (meaning that my memory is so bad im not sure this happened in canon or was a TLOVM only choice). excited to see how they’re “fixing” this in the next episode.

Best Characterization: keyleth keyleth keyleth keyleth keyleth-

Post-Episode 12 Thoughts:

god im so shook by the last 5 minutes im gonna find it hard to characterize the early part of the episode

not sure how i feel about percy’s mind journey? it was good but maybe just didn’t hit quite as hard as i wanted it to

darling take off the mask was perfect

ultimately, with the way it was solved, and i realize that this was a tribute to vaxleth, that vax pays attention to keyleth and that’s why he knew how to do natural healing- i just felt like keyleth’s heal was a bit anticlimactic? like if you’re going to make that the cliffhanger of episode 11, it just didn’t work for me. i actually enjoyed the moment fine, but i think it should’ve been placed at the end of episode 11 because it took all the drama off the cliffhanger

i did thoroughly enjoy vax comedically delivering “and i walk away”

for a minute before delilah died i was thinking they might keep her alive as a more continuous villain and my mind was racing about all the reasons i didn’t like that but then cass stabbed her and it was glorious dkfgjjldhgf

oh also can i just say cass’s VA was fucking killing it this episode?

additionally, i really liked in this episode and the last the shots where percy had one demonic eye and one regular as a sign of his struggle for control

VERY glad they kept the “gun in the acid” moment

yes i am mad that jarrett cut off scanlan’s song i thought it was gonna be a bonus track that wasn’t on the soundtrack dfklgldj (i had hope because kiki’s healing ditty also wasn’t on the soundtrack so i was like! they’re hiding songs from us!)

as a full perc’ahlia honestly im shipping vexleth harder than i ever have sjkdlfgkjld

it took me literally until like halfway through the convo with gilmore for me to be like hm. it’s the end of the briarwoods arc and they’re all gathered cool. cool cool. what could happe- OH MY GOD IT’S TIME IT’S HAPPENIGN (and then when sovereign uriel announced his proclamation i REALLY knew and it wasn’t a fake out- side note, SO sad we didn’t more uriel/khary, i adored him)

the ending was SUBLIME and just like i (and many others) predicted, season 2 will begin the chroma conclave arc. i am VERY satisfied with this and think that the chroma conclave can be done well in roughly 2 seasons. im also very intrigued when and where they’re going to throw kaylie in the plot

Some Final Bests and Faves:

Favorite Character of the Season: Well. It’s Pike. Of course, it’s Pike. Best Characterization of the Season (as opposed to favorite, who I thought rang truest and had the most nuance): Vex’ahlia Favorite Episode of The Final 3: Episode 11, that was just a fantastic battle ep Favorite Episode of the Season: I think I might have to go with Episode 4

Who got the rawest deal? I think I’d have to say, and maybe I’m clouded by biases, but I think that Scanlan and especially Grog got the rawest deal of the season. I’d more firmly say Scanlan, but I think in certain character beats he had his insecurities shine through the facade and he at least had Scanbo as a whole segment dedicated to him. Whereas Grog really got the shaft in screentime and meaningful moments. His highs come in his relationship with Pike, but a lot of the time, those moments are a lot more about her than him. I’d say his one big character beat is on the wagon with Vax in Episode 5(?). This feels to be expected as Scanlan and Grog are both highly comedic characters, and so when they’re not being directly played for laughs... they’re not really getting attention, and this is especially true for Grog. I am very happy that the Craven Edge arc is starting as a focus on him AND hopefully we’ll get Kevdak and Westruun next season.

The biggest struggles of the series: I think the biggest struggles of the series were probably humor and animation limitations. With humor, I think it really got there over time and by episodes 7-12, they’d found a good voice for their jokes. In terms of animation, the mixing of the CGI and the 2D animation always felt obvious and just didn’t look great. The 2D animation was fantastic, but when mixing came into play, often for things like enemies and monsters, it looked off. And I’m not really sure where they can go with that considering how insane D&D beasts are- animating them frame by frame 2D would be a nightmare, as many of the Titmouse crew have said!

Where the series shined: It’s a beautiful adaptation. It feels so true to the campaign and the characters all at different points in the series felt like the ones I got to know over 115 episodes. The nuance snuck into so many character beats was phenomenal. And I think the ways in which they shifted and changed things were great too! I didn’t mind, honestly, any drops or combinations. It didn’t bother me a bit that Archie became the childhood friend and Keeper Yennen absorbed a lot of original Archie. There was no moment I was like “damn, they needed moment X, it doesn’t work without it.” On the limited episodes and 22 minute timeframe, I think they included every goddamn thing they needed to in the Briarwood arc.

This series in insane, I don’t know what else to say. Fantastic work from everyone involved.

#tlovm spoilers #the legend of vox machina #tlovm thoughts

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theplatinumcritter · 2 years

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Episode Three.

The Feast of Realms.

Oh? Flashback?

TINY PERCY

Well not tiny but young

Uh... What the fuck is happening.

HOLY SHIT-

Ok. They're all dead. His family is dead.

I must sound so stupid for anyone who has seen Campaign 1 but I'm serious I'm getting here super blind I have zero context I only know random clips.

Keyleth is such a Disney princess I adore her.

I want a bear now... Where's my Trinket.

D O O R S.

Percy looks so excited over a fancy party omg

This man is trying so hard to sell this group as behaved while Vax and Grog have a punching balls competition.

Oh they all look so pretty! I WANT A BALL IN CAMPAIGN 3 FOR THIS REASON

IS THAT MATT?? AGAIN????

Scanlan has eyeshadow? We stan.

Wait... Percy? Why are you doing the Shit Is Going Down anime face

DID THOSE FUCKERS DID IT

NOW I GET ALL THE DEAL ABOUT KILLING THE BRIARWOODS

Wow they're... Not subtle about being evil. At all.

They'll spend the night here? KILLING TIME!

Okay I'll be patient but I know it's coming.

They're at the dinner table as well. I wouldn't eat a thing if they're there ngl

They probably don't even remember him and that's even worse.

Pike wdym "what does that mean",it means they're assholes...

No you're not fine BUT THIS ISN'T THE TIME TO TALK ABOUT THIS TOPIC

Grog. I love you. But shut up you can't just talk with murderers nor punch people at a fancy party out of nowhere.

The Briarwood servant looks dead as hell.

OH SNAKE WITH EYEPATCH SO CUTE

Wtfdym the messenger didn't come back...

Ayo what's this hypnotizing fuckery

Did only Keyleth notice that??

SHE'S NOT SUBTLE AT ALL

So this is the bitch in Laudna's head...

PERCY CALM DOWN

Easier said than done but you gotta TRY AT LEAST

Oh... It's clothes... Okay.

OR IS IT

Holy shit these two are ready to murder

Delilah I swear to GOD-

SHE'S NOT SUBTLE. AT ALL.

THEY'RE NOT FUCKING SUBTLE IS NOBODY ELSE NOTICING THIS SHIT.

Uh... Why does only Delilah has a reflection-

Oh no. OH NO. VAX GET OUT OF THERE!!

Oh so they do remember him. That's... Not a relief but they're not the kind to just forget who they hurt...

VAX!! GET OUT!!!!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY BOY YOU ASSHOLE-

The song title is what now

OF ALL YOUR SONGS,SCANLAN-

WHAT. IS. HE. DOING. TO. MY. BOY.

HE'S A FUCKING VAMPIRE?!

VAX!! NOOOOOO!!

HE'S NOT DEAD!

Oh but he's probably about to be,fuck

EAGLE KEYLETH

KILL THEM

KILL BOTH OF THEM RIGHT NOW

LET'S GO HE GOT SHOT

FUCK HE REGENERATES

His... His sword does WHAT

Scanlan how long is this song- at least someone is digging it I guess...

THIS FIGHT LOOKS COOL BUT I'M FRIGHTENED

And at least I got a slight idea of them not dying how did people felt when watching it on campaign??

PIKE NO

THE MUSIC IS SO COOL THO

LET'S GO KEYLETH

Oh this poor boy

DELILAH SHUT THE FUCK UP

Ayo Percy no blaming your friends

PERCY. DO NOT.

P E R C Y.

Uh... What's that black thing

WHAT'S THAT BLACK THING

PERCIVAL IDK WHAT THE FUCK ELSE DE ROLO STOP IT RIGHT NOW.

Oh hi Scanlan you uh... Missed a lot.

... Holy shit the credits what a way to give me whiplash...

I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE MORE!! I WANT MORE RIGHT NOW!!!!

AND I WANT THAT DAMN BALL IN CAMPAIGN 3!!!!!

#the legend of vox machina #critical role #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #tlovm #tlovm spoilers #legend of vox machina

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tickle-bugs · 2 years

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Trick Foot

Based on the events of C1 episode 8! Liam said Vax was ticklish and later said Vax giggle-snorts and well. I had to do something about that. Wrote this in fifteen minutes like a man possessed and did not proofread it. Enjoy!

“Pike, we can talk about this.” Vax holds his hands out in front of him, a smile wobbling on his lips.

“I would love to.” Pike’s grin is absolutely devilish. Shed of her armor, she perches upon Vax’s calf, hands glowing with gentle divine light.

“This doesn’t seem like—mmph!—good healing practice!”

“Stop questioning Pike and start staying still.” Vex scribbles her nails up his other foot before disappearing out of their little alcove, still searching for Grog with her Hunter’s Mark.

“I still can’t believe you’re ticklish.” Pike takes gentle grasp of his injured foot again, dragging unbearably light fingertips to restore the melted flesh to its full capacity. Vax flinches hard, burying his smile into a white-knuckle fist. Pike pauses again.

“I, for one, am grateful. It’s rather effective pest control.” Percy grins where he’s cleaning his guns, glasses glinting mischievously in the light of the campfire. Vax sticks out his tongue.

“Well, Percival—“

Vax’s remark is cut short by his own squeal as he crumples. Pike readjusts her iron grip to account for his squirming legs. He reaches up for her, squinting through mirthful eyes, but her knuckles raking rapidly across his foot send him crashing back down. She scratches with gentle, evil fingers, and the scarred bits of flesh flake away to reveal new skin underneath.

He lets loose a slew of syllables and half-baked pleas, drumming his heels into the makeshift-cushion beneath them. Her raw power would be decidedly awesome if it didn’t tickle like hell.

“Does this one have a volume dial?” Percy sighs, strapping Bad News back into its holster.

“Sorry.” Pike doesn’t sound the least bit remorseful. “It’s gonna take a while.”

“Oh nohoho,” Vax whines, trying to yank his foot away, but Pike is strong—stronger than he gives her credit for. She starts pinching at the remains of his little toe, sculpting it back into shape like a sad lump of clay.

“Say, Pike, do you require assistance? Wouldn’t want you to bear the terrible burden of healing alone.” Percy saunters over and stretches, the perfect picture of bullshit nonchalance.

“Oh, no I’m—“ Pike looks down at Vax, then Percy’s wicked grin, then understands— “I would love some assistance.”

“Perfect.” He promptly takes a seat by Pike.

“No, nonono, stay away assface—“

Percy grabs hold of Vax’s good foot, the perfectly fine one that doesn’t need healing, and pulls it into his lap. Vax tries to bring it down on Percy’s groin, but his grip is far too solid.

Percy scribbles his fingers curiously over Vax’s foot. Vax giggle-snorts and curls his toes, ignoring the light sting emanating from his damaged foot.

“Oh, now that’s adorable.” Percy actually beams, just endearing enough to earn a tease, but Percy quickly divests him of his ability to speak with fingers worming beneath his toes.

Vax clamps his arms across his torso and gives his most convincing impression of a worm. Percy’s calloused hands are almost worse than Pike’s, gods above. He arches his back and tosses his head, dark hair falling loose from its ponytail.

“T-Tickles!” Is all Vax can manage through a squeak, kicking hard under their grip. He manages to squirm away, but Pike and Percy reel him back in with ease.

“Like herding cats, this one.” Percy bumps Pike’s shoulder.

“You’re telling me. He kicked me earlier.” Pike grumbles, wiggling her fingers a little more than necessary for a brief moment. Vax bucks and almost catches her jaw again.

“Vax’ildan,” Percy mock-gasps, stilling his fingers enough for Vax to speak.

“I said s-sorry!” His voice landed somewhere shrill long ago and can’t seem to drop to its usual octave.

“So ungrateful for our wonderful Cleric here.” Percy kneads into his calf, which is illegal on all counts, and Vax shrieks with all his might.

Pike’s hands continue their dastardly work, scritching at a spot just beneath his toes that coaxes more snorts from him. Percy travels upwards towards his knee, the bastard, and Vax manages to knee him in the chin. Accidentally, of course.

“Aaand, done!” Pike releases him with a flourish and a proud grin. Vax instantly reels his legs close to his body, residual giggles rising out in waves. Percy chases the retreating limbs with deft fingers, then reaches up to cradle his jaw.

“Next time, we should make more progress. This was a good start.” Pike’s hands flare quickly as she brushes them off.

“Next time?” Vax’s voice breaks.

“Oh, yeah. You’re good to go for now, but we’ll have to keep tending to this. The last thing you need right now is an infection.” Pike stands and cracks her back.

“You’ll be the death of me, both of you.” Vax rubs a hand over his face, a few chuckles bubbling out. Pike tucks the stray hair behind his ears, which would’ve been sweet if Vax didn’t immediately crumple into laughter again.

“Better us than anything else.” Percy claps Vax’s still-shaking shoulder. “Get some rest, Giggles.”

“Sleep with one eye open.” Vax narrows his eyes at Percy as he retreats to his makeshift workstation.

#my fics #bug’s greatest hits #first c1 fic woohoo #critical role #vox machina #ticklish!vax #vax'ildan #percival de rolo #pike trickfoot #vex is here but im not tagging her #i am in love with liam's characters especially this sneaky goof #and i can hardly resist canon tickles #dont normally like foot-stuff but like. it's right there. i had to #vax my love

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that-cartoony-villain · 2 years

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i was going to sleep but vox machina is more important.... so spoilers for the animated show!

lady allura my beloved!!! she is always right shut up dude...

i love them already lmao... poor percy... keyleth my beloved... oh we getting really dirty okay cool cool cool.....

WE GETTING REAL SCANLAN SHOWS THIS TIME FUCK YES!! go you funky horny gnome! ooh the dude is shady shady i see...

their kids are voicing the children ;-; thats adorable!!!

that dragon looks so fucking cool!!! and they almost died already.... GO KIKI!!! noo poor vex i hope that dude dies

cause we're vox machina and we fuck shit up!! lets go episode two now!

well rip those guards.... the intro continues to slap!

i love kima! just wanted to say that... TRINKET GETTING ALL THE PATS AS HE DESERVES IT!!!

GILMORE GILMORE GIVE ME THE BOY!!!!! we love these gay bitches! pike omg she was sent to keep them on track lmao... TUSK LOVE!!!!

nat 20 on stealth for grog and scanlan! vm vs door commences! OH DAMN IT WAS HIM ALL ALONG?!?!?! DOCTOR WHY?????

WTF IS HE??? THAT WHOLE FIGHTING SCENE WAS SO COOL I COULDNT STOP AND COMMENT BUT THEY DID THAT THEY KILLED A DRAGON!!!

so thats how they got the keep! thats very cool!! THE BRIARWOODS YES!

episode three lets go! PERCY BACKSTORY NOOO THE DE ROLOS ;-; im going to cry arent i? i havent finished that arc yet...

vox machina and etiquette dont work well together percy... they do look fancy tho... hello legs i am a weak gay maam pls dont do that to me... THE MAN HAS PTSD i say give him back his gun and see what happens...

delilah is such a bitch holy shit.... VAX RUN! scanlans show is killing me hauahasuh FUCK THEM UP TEAM LETS GO! OH NOO DARK PERCY i dont like him go away demon let percival free from your dark claws...

that was amazing!!! i cant wait for the rest!! meanwhile im gonna try to finish the cr briarwood arc until the next three episodes come out...

#tlovm spoilers #lvm spoilers #the legend of vox machina #nevermind me just watching critrole #cr spoilers #critical role is more important than sleep #long post #tlovm ep 1 2 and 3

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vagrantblvrd · 3 years

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timestamp of din and the puppers?

Oh my gosh, yessss.

After much thought on the subject I have decided that a Thing I love is Accidental Disney Princess Din Djarin, Very Tired Dad, Friend To (Most) Animals.

(Generally speaking, the ones trying to eat him don’t count.)

I mean, he didn’t have time for the blurrg, especially after the way e met them? But Kuiil convinced him to give them another try and then he had his Toothless moment and earned the blurrg’s trust.

Then the scene with the massiffs which is honestly one of my favorites, because Din with a pupper makes me happy to think about?

This scary looking lizard/doggo creature to help guard/protect him and his? But also plays fetch and asks for belly rubs and scritches and looks at him with stars in its eyes when it’s not judging his life choices of course.

AND.

The thought of Grogu using one as a Noble Steed instead of the pram is both adorable and hilarious to me, like little kids do with big doggos and whatnot.

(Also an excellent partner in crime, and if Din didn’t want the two of them committing said crimes he shouldn’t have introduced them, you know? What did he expect to happen?)

I mean, just imagine Grog as the Mand'alor’s son riding on his most noble of steeds in a cookie raid? (Sadly, there were no survivors.)

But, uh, back to your prompt.

So it starts with that first massiff pupper as a gift for killing the krayt dragon and brokering peace between the people of Mos Pelgo and the Tusken Raiders, but someone comments about the fact they’re pack animals, right, or maybe Din has that realization somewhere along the line himself.

There’s another stop on Tatooine, and casual question about any new litters/clutches and what would they want for one or to of the pups?

He ends up with three new puppers and the promise for more from the next litter/clutch if he’d like.

At first he’s like, haha, no, four is more than enough, and yet.

The whole Mand'alor dealio and massifs really do make for excellent guard animals, so he takes the Tusken Raiders up on their offer. Pays them, or trades for the new puppers, whichever one they accept, and back on Mandalore everyone’s like oh, yeah, the royal hounds.

Din’s personal guard - which, for the record he didn’t ask for Bo-Katan, what is this, this is just awkward for me - use them to patrol the grounds of the Mand'alor’s residence and such and someone is appointed keeper of the royal hounds and such.

In the meantime, Din’s been on Adventures and such and there’s a one in ten chance of Din coming back from said Adventure with a new animal friend.

“...it followed me home,” he’ll say, some flavor of embarrassed about it because really, Din, really?

Your new animal friend just happened to jump into your ship for the ride back to Mandalore after what no doubt was a truly idiotic and life-endangering Adventure, did it?

Strange how that keeps happening.

So there are blurrgs and massiffs and any number of other animal friends Din brought back with him.

Grogu is delighted because more parters in crime, a little gang, if you will, and him as the beloved leader who pays them in cookies and other such priceless treasures.

Luke just watches Din - grown adult, capable fighter, devoted father, and ruler of a whole entire planet - act like a little kid who smuggled a pet into the house and then has to explain its presence to his parents.

Some reason to go to Hoth and when he tells Luke about it afterward he mention these natice creatures that can be tamed as mounts he used?

Luke is like, “Oh, tauntauns!” and then tells Din about his harrowing experience with the local fauna and how Han saved his life by shoving him inside a tauntaun once like :DDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Din just stares at his husband/consort like how, how, is this man alive?

Han off to the side shrugs because hell if he knows, Han’s the lucky one because Leia got the brains and common sense out of the two of them.

Also, paying a visit to Boba Fett on Tatooine, and once Luke and Boba agree to leave any grievances in the past - mainly for Din’s benefit there’s a ~tour of the place.

“You didn’t replace the rancor?”

And Din, poor, Very Tired Din goes so very still.

Doesn’t look at Luke who’s looking around at the repurposed rancor pit. Boba is next to Din and Din can feel the man’s glee at the chance to tell him about yet more incredibly stupid things his husband’s done.

“Do I want to know?” he asks in an undertone.

Boba is freaking delighted, “Probably not, but I’ll tell you anyway,” >:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

...Which is how Din finds out about certain Jedi walking in to Jabba’s palace to rescue his friend and his many near-death experiences along the way.

I mean, he knew bits and pieces of the story from things Luke and his friends and family let slip? And yet somehow none of that prepared him for the full story.

Also, though, also.

Luke who sets up his Jedi school on Yavin in the beginning and various native species, and Luke laughing at him when he turns up with a new animal friend. Doesn’t tell him to put it back though, because the students are all wide-eyed with fascination every time.

Luke may or may not have told them it’s part of Din’s ~magic, joking and all and they know it, but then Din and his many, many animal friends, so maybe Master Skywalker is telling the truth?

Din is always why are you like this? to Luke who cannot stop teasing him over his ability to befriend (most) animals he meets, and has to kiss him to get him to stop laughing, it’s not that funny.

Before Luke goes to live with Din and Grogu on Mandalore full time, his Jedi school up and running for years by then and staffed by former students and Jedi who survived Order 66 and subsequent years and they’re all, omg, just go already, because Luke’s sacrificed a lot to get them where they are and now he should absolutely live the rest of his life as a kept man, go, go, go, the school has its own animal guardians in the form of native animals or somesuch, because kiddos with animals is always a good thing.

Anyway, yes.

Din and the puppers and an entire menagerie while everyone is exasperated because they’ll have to set up housing for their ruler’s new animal friends or delighted at Din’s ??? reaction because he didn’t mean to come back with new animal friends.

Also, also, I kind of love the idea of there being a baby krayt dragon in there somewhere. Animal traffickers and whatnot who stop by Mandalore for whatever reason before they’re discovered and arrested or what have you?

Most of their cargo are confiscated and returned to their homeworlds as possible, but there are a few exceptions, incidents.

One involves a canyon krayt that takes off the moment it can and digs itself into...a canyon. (Din is like, SIGH, but it’s young, small, and scared and he befriends it, or close enough that they allow it to stay where it is for now.)

The other is a baby greater krayt dragon like the one in Mos Pelgo and escaped before the Madalorians caught wind of the animal traffickers. Ran to a remote area that’s not ideal for humans to live and keeps wild animal populations under control and more trouble than it’s worth, really, to remove it.

Luke is delighted/horrified when he hears aboutb Din’s previous adventures with krayt dragons and the way Cobb cannot stop laughing at the fact Din now has two of the bastards on his planet, two.

But it does add to the reputation of Mandalor’s new ruler, a man who killed a greater krayt dragon on his own - “I didn’t, though? Cobb you were there, tell them!” - and now has one guarding his planet. (”It’s more of a pest with an endless stomach, though???”)

So, uh. Yes.

#star wars nonsense #dinluke #anon #not!fic prompt #prompt fills #technically not a fic #vagrant fic #long post #Anonymous #din's doggos

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finnskeeper · 3 years

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Critical Role - Campaign 1 (Thoughts Machina): Episodes 94 - 102

AKA: RETIREMENT? NEVER HEARD OF HER.

Oh God, Tary's backstory is even worse than I thought. Poor boo

PERCY YOU HAVE A THIRD BARONY TO HAND OUT...GIVE IT TO TARY

LIsten, I’m not say Percy switching scrying targets to Scanlan was a power move, but it was a fucking power move

Pike talking to Scanlan in the earring even though she knows he can’t hear? I'M NOT CRYING YOU ARE

Tary: "There are so many holes..." WHAT THE FUCK TARY

a gray render? coolcoolcoolcool

*spongebob narrator* many months later....

GROG DO NOT

oh my god

welp that happened

Pike as co-champion of the Crucible is *chef's kiss*

Liam really does take every opportunity to gush about the arts, doesn't he? Love that man

VACAY

VAX OMG

LOL I have never been more convinced that Liam O'Brien is a younger brother in my life

More Trickfoots! (Trickfeet?)

Oh...oh no...

"Well, this wrecked me." :’( I LOVE YOU PIKE

I'm honestly surprised Grog didn't just punt Ogden over the cliff

Pike: "There is a curse on this family. It's called DIABETES."

OMG KEYLETH WUT WHY??

"We're basically gods!" Yeah, okay, sure, but only if you turn into literally anything other than a FUCKING GOLDFISH

Uh...Hilde? Kinda sus

ROFL called it

Tary's dad is...oof

Tary talking about how easy he is to find as the rest of the cast tries to stifle laughter

"We are impoverished." OOP

So. Much. Lore. Marisha is writing FURIOUSLY

Pike, speaking with the dead guy: "Good day sir. It is not a good day for you." ROFL

LOL I love Vax when he's got everything going. Movement (flying, hasted, ridiculous), Action (throw Whisper), bamf to the thing with sneak attack, 2nd Action to stab again, bonus action to stab yet again, toss a Smite in there somewhere.

Ashley, channeling JFK: "We chose to kill a celestial baby not because it was easy, but because it was hard."

CRIT THAT BABY

Laura just me Liam (and me) cry with that fucking ring. Amazing.

LOL Classic Taliesin with random fucking knowledge regarding the material crossover between explosives and insecticides.

LOL Sam is having a 2nd character leave and they are not having it.

SCANLAN MOTHERFUCKIN' SHORTHALT

So I know that Percy and Vex got married in the year off, so I like seeing the little hints, like the Whitestone Castle staff referring to her as "the Lady of the House" and then her little side conversation with Vax about secrets...so good.

100 EPISODES BABY!

LOL Pike: I'll stay mad at him as long as you are." That’s some BFF solidarity right there!

Jon Heder rolling 2 Nat 20's in a row and not knowing how amazing that it is? So adorable.

AND THEN TRAVIS ROLLS 2 NAT 1'S IN A ROW I AM LOVING THIS

Welp, those two cultists are suuuuuuper dead.

Yup. Assassins gonna assassin

DeLiLaH?

Oh man, Matt's been waiting for an opportunity to use Feeblemind against the players and it did not disappoint.

Whoo! New table!

LOL Sam having to hold a conversation with himself as Tary and Scanlan is great.

I love that Tal and Marisha are just leaned over her notes intently as Percy and Keyleth are holed up in the library

Matt's talking about The Chained Oblivion. *insert connecting the dots meme here*

I absolutely love when Marisha’s notes become clutch and they start weaving all of the lore together. She’s amazing.

I love Travis' reactions every time Matt's explanation edge into horror movie territory.

2 GNOMES 1 TRENCHCOAT

Oh y'all are fighting Vecna now?? Y'all are FUCKED

"I HAVE NO PLAN!" LOL Laura is all of them right now

Matt genuinely checking in with his players "Are you okay?" as they freak out during this fight is so good. I love him so much

38 on 12d6 is not a shitty roll, Matthew! It's more than half!

POWER WORD KILL?!? WHAT THE FUCK

“Twinsies out”...oh god

SCANLAN MOTHERFUCKING SHORTHALT

Percy: "We're just gonna lay waste to shit until it stops happening!"

Okay, NOW Vax is disintegrated. I am WEEPING at Marisha's face

Hey Vex, welcome back! Your brother is gone. We're leaving

"NONE OF US WANT THIS." Taliesin with the truths

Marisha is PACING

Grog goan get gangshanked by gloomstalkers (that alliteration was unintentional but I will TAKE it)

PLATE OF THE DAWNMARTYR BITCHES

Sam saving his Counterspell gonna come in handy here in a minute

TOLD YOU

Oh...Vex....twist that fuckin' knife....

Vex: “Where’s Vax?” Matt: “Aaaand that’s where we’re gonna leave it.” Liam, crying: "I was okay til right there!" ME TOO LIAM

#critical role #campaign 1 #vox machina #vax'ildan #vex'ahlia #percy de rolo #keyleth #grog strongjaw #taryon darrington #pike trickfoot #scanlan shorthalt #thoughts machina

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arclundarchivist · 4 years

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A Tale of Home

(SPOILERS FOR C2E107!!!)

(Turn back lest ye be spoiler masochists!)

(Final warning before the broadside!)

Vilya stepped across the threshold, the air growing chill within an instant as she shifted not only locales but elevations.

She spotted a motley group of strangers staring at her from across this amphitheater-like space, but her eyes immediately went blind to them as her eyes fell on the woman standing before them.

Keyleth.

Her Keyleth, a grown woman, her mane of red hair just as untamed as when she was a willful teenager, wearing the Mantle of the Tempest across her shoulders.

Her little girl was grown up, and she wondered for the briefest of moments if her daughter even knew who she was.

That fear was dashed aside immediately as her daughter gasped and rushed towards her, mantle and hair whipping in the wind as her bare feet pounded a frantic tempo against the earthen floor beneath their feet.

The embrace is ferocious, hungry for an affection long left to starve and Vilya holds on for dear life as if expecting her girl to turn to smoke in her grasp.

“Mom?!” Keyleth cries, her head buried in Volta’s shoulder, her voice choked by a bitter yet joyful sob.

“My girl.” Vilya returns, tears welling in her own eyes and her voice cracking with a relief filled grief, “I missed you.”

Keyleth buries her head deeper into her shoulder, and Vilya winces slightly as her daughter’s antlers crown nearly pokes her in the eye.

“Watch the antlers.” she jokes, eliciting a tear-madden laugh from her daughter.

Keyleth pulls away, clutching to her mother’s arms frantically, “How...how are you here?!”

Vilya chuckles, even as tears drip down her face, “That’s a long story.”

She draws her fingers through the Mantle on her daughter’s shoulders, “You’ve grown so much. My daughter the Tempest! I...I am so proud of you!”

She grasps Keyleth by the cheeks and kisses her forehead, eliciting and joyful gasp from her daughter, “That’s a long story too.”

It is then that Vilya becomes aware of the crowd standing around them, a host of wide smiles and tearful gazes standing waiting in the wings.

“Guys,” Keyleth says, turning to look at them with that big dorky grin Vilya swore was drawn straight from her memory, “My Mom’s alive!”

“We can see that Key.” a tanned Half-Elven woman with long dark hair states, her eyes filled with a smattering of unshed tears.

“Mom this is Vox Machina.” Keyleth said, gesturing around the crowd with a wide smile, “My other family.”

“Vex’ahlia de Rolo.” the Half-Elf woman stated, a wide but slightly imperious smile crossing her face, “But darling, you’re family, so call me Vex.”

Vilya nodded, turning to look at the man beside Vex who extended his hand to shake.

“Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo the 3rd.” he offered, grinning slightly at the baffled look she gave him even as she took his hand.

“O-oh.” Vilya stuttered, blinking several times.

“Call me Percy.” he finished.

“You’re Keyleth’s mum?” another voice interrupted and Vilya found her eyes drawn further and further upward as she stared up into the face of a doleful bearded Goliath.

“I am.” she returned, gasping as he suddenly surged forward, dragging her off the ground in a bone-cracking hug.

“Welcome to the family!” he roared excitedly.

“She’s already family Grog,” Keyleth stated, fighting a smile at her mother’s increasingly bewildered expression.

He froze for several moments, “Welcome back then!”

He set her down as she was able to draw breath back into her body and turned at the sound of an elated chuckle.

“You get used to him.” a gnome man stated, dressed all in purple with a sort of smirking grin on his face, “Scanlan Shorthalt, at your service as is my wonderous, and beautiful wife Pike Trickfoot.”

He gestured next to himself, where an admittedly adorable gnome woman with stark white hair rolled her eyes and gave Vilya a wide smile.

“It’s so good to meet you,” she stated taking Vilya’s hand in a surprisingly strong grip.

“You’re right to be proud of Kiki.” Scanlan stated, “She’s a world-renowned hero.”

Vilya started, turning and looking at her daughter.

“Like I said.” Keyleth said with an awkward shrug of her shoulder, “It’s a long story.”

“It’s can’t wait to hear it,” Vilya stated, “But first is like to find your father.”

“Korrin should be here in a bit if the twerps don’t keep him anymore,” Scanlan stated.

Vilya turned and stared at her daughter, noticing her face becoming slightly wane in older grief, “Twerps? K-kids?

“Not mine.” Keyleth stated softly.

“She’s an Auntie.” Grog stated.

“Sorry, that took so long, I couldn’t find any ale Gro-.”

Vilya froze, as a familiar voice touched her ears, followed by a clattering of wood and shattering of clay cups, as she turned to see Korrin staring at her with a befuddled, but joyful expression.

She found herself caught in another sudden crushing hug, and as she melted into it she looked up spotting an overly large raven, who cocked its head as their eyes met. At that moment she swore that she saw a grin cross its beaked face as it winged into the air.

And she swore that carried on the breeze a voice whispered in her ear, “Welcome home.”

#critical role #critical role spoilers #cr keyleth #cr vilya #vox machina

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your-turn-to-role · 4 years

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Ooh!! What are your Top 5 Funniest Moments for Critical Role?

oh this is an excellent question, thanks so much!

okay well first shoutout to, the entire darrington brigade oneshot. i can’t pick a singular moment from there so i won’t put it in the list but the entire thing is a fever dream start to finish and it’s the best thing i’ve ever watched

but okay... top 5 funniest moments (by campaign, bc i have too many)

Campaign One:

5. "I’m not offering you this thing, but I am offering you an experience.”

Liam pretends like he didn’t know what he was doing. He knew exactly what he was doing. But yeah, the whole love potion scene is great, Grog’s confusion at the start, Sam’s face when he realises what they’re doing, and then everything Scanlan does after... it’s wonderful

4. Tary’s breakdown

You may notice a trend with Sam’s characters here but I just... This is the finest piece of acting I’ve ever seen in my life and I stand by that. (Though really this whole episode, all their reactions to Tary are so funny, and also Percy and Keyleth in the fight just standing on the side judging, they’re assholes and I adore them)

3. "Now, another thing that I did...”

Speaking of Vax pranks! This is a perfect example. “DM, DM, DM!!!! I rolled a natural 20!!!” “You just broke a mechanical pencil!” I love this whole scene so much.

2. Tary and Grog go shopping.

It’s really hard to beat the combination of these two. Honestly I love ep 90, it’s up there with Daring Days in fave episodes to watch when I just wanna laugh, and the whole disguising Doty thing is absolutely ridiculous. But then putting it into practice, and the sheer amount of things that go wrong here, just, holy shit. (Also, it’s just really hard to beat the line “that gotta be unfortunate. being so buff, and so filled with leprosy.”)

1. Scanlan and Grog break the cast

So, this might not have been so funny had it been in any other episode, but this is 103, we’ve just had two hours of hardcore angst, and then we immediately get these two. Grog’s ridiculous ideas, the fact that the guards catch him from the scene I just linked before this, Grog rolling a -1 on deception, Scanlan terrorizing the town with a fake iron man, “take this hat, and put it on”, against a cast who’s spent the majority of the episode crying, it just, destroys them, it’s hilarious

Campaign Two:

5. “I said a spyglass, and you pulled out a bird.”

One of the shorter ones I’m linking here, but I love the beginning of this episode, the delivery is just great

4. Fluffernutter!

What can I say. I love the Chaos Crew. Not putting a link on this one bc there’s more than one instance of it, but just... They’re the best, they truly are

3. “The Orphan-Maker has arrived.... Where can we find you..... ~do do do do do! do-do do do do do!~”

Sort of a stand in for all of Jester’s sending spells really, because all of them are great, but, nothing beats this one. Nothing.

2. The bandits.

Now, points go to any scene in which they meet these guys, because they’re all fucking hilarious, I love that they keep coming back. But I’ve gotta give the award to the most recent one, it’s just, perfection, from start to finish

1. The teleport network

It’s a long scene but just... holy shit. The entire thing, from start to finish, is fucking amazing. Everything they do is ridiculous, the horses in the cobalt soul, the awkward tension, the fact that they then repeat the same bullshit, it’s the best

#cr1 #cr2 #cr thoughts #scanlan shorthalt #vax'ildan #taryon darrington #fjord #beauregard lionett #jester lavorre #veth brenatto #text #ask #Anonymous #grog strongjaw

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enigmatist17 · 4 years

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The Mark of a Bullet (Sir Hammerlock x Wainwright Jakobs)

Y’all Y’all

I cannot wait to play their wedding DLC, I am almost there.

But have this in the meantime, because y e s I love them so m u c h my baby Hammerlock deserves happiness

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Alistair Hammerlock enjoyed a challenge, of course, he did. Leaving his namesake, which had not been as hard as one would have assumed, freed him of some terrible shackles. The world and its infinite treasures and adventures were his for the taking, and Alistair couldn’t be happier. His renown in the hunting community exploded in such a short time, and within 10 years Hammerlock became synonymous with Alistair and his hunting. Pandora became his home after some time, Alistair happy to study and track until the war came. He was never one for shooting people and dissidents, but hunting fell to the background as he helped the small band of people try and defend their home from Handsome Jack. After the liberation of Pandora, Alistair moved on as he always did, and found himself on Eden-6. For most people, paradise did not involve swamp creatures and other horrors, but for Alistair, it was absolutely perfect. He was settled in a small town for close to a month when the head of Jakobs corporation invited him for a hunting trip. Never one to turn down a hunt, nor the rather delicious free food and exquisite ammunition, Alistair took the invite.

Where he came for Montgomery Jakobs, Alistair instead finds himself falling for Wainwright Jakobs.

He arrived two days into the hunt, startling Alistair and receiving a bullet to his shoulder. It wasn’t the greatest of meetings, the two bickering as Alistair expertly tends to the wound in record time.

“Do you go ‘round shootin’ every person ta come near you?” Wainwright snarled, watching the hunter roll his eyes as he pulls out the bullet.

“Do you find it acceptable to come around and brazenly confront a hunter amid the hunt?” Wainwright spluttered at the accusation, ears turning red as his father and associates laughed in the background.

“Here I thought big game hunters knew everythin’ about their surroundings.” It was now Hammerlock’s turn to shoot a look, pulling back to burn the now bloodied bandages.

“I was not aware I had to also lookout for a surprise newcomer, mister?”

“Wainwright Jakobs.” Alistair cocked his head slightly, unaware the heir to Jakobs corporation was even aware of the hunting expedition. “You must be the famous Sir Hammerlock then, hmpf.”

“Indeed I am.” Despite the huff, Alistair was more amused now than irritated, offering a hand to the other. “Do you often hunt with a shotgun?”

“I don’t hunt at all.” Wainwright winced as he carefully stretched out his arm, the injury only letting him about halfway. “I am far more comfortable with a good book by a fire, rather than out in the mud and grog intestines. I am here by request of my father, who is under the impression this is all for business.”

“Oh, dear.” Wainwright raises an eyebrow at the tone, but the hunter says nothing, merely escorting Wainwright to their makeshift camp. The hunt goes on for three days, Alistair hiding back growing irritation as the head of Jakobs and his business partners operated with reckless abandon. The hunter had heard rumors of avoiding any invitation by the CEO, and now he fully understood. The only saving grace was Wainwright, much to Alistair’s surprise.

Despite not enjoying the heat and swamp, Wainwright was learning tricks of the trade rather quickly. Sure, his aim was nonexistent and his brash footing was leaving a lot to be desired, but for the most part, Wainwright was a fast learner. They were up late each night, speaking about music, philosophies, books, any and every topic they could think of. The two end up staying an extra day, Montgomery bidding a hasty farewell after realizing that Hammerlock had no part with his parents’ company, and therefore was effectively not worth his time. Wainwright seemed to almost transform the moment his fathers’ vehicle was out of sight, shoulder’s loosening as he cracks open some brandy.

Hammerlock returns to his humble lodge after bidding Wainwright goodbye and finds his research was rather...lonely without the company. Alistair had never been one to seek out company for his work before, but those short days with Wainwright had been rather lovely. Taking a week-long expedition, that most certainly wasn’t extended because he got slightly lost, Hammerlock is glad to see his abode and pauses when he notices the door is ajar. Readying his pistol, Alistair slowly opens the door and points his gun at the figure standing in the living room.

“Are we going to meet with your gun always between us?” Wainwright sounds amused, but Hammerlock can tell he is nervous after hearing his pistol click.

“Perhaps that would end if you approached me in my sight.” The pistol is holstered, and Wainwright turns with a slightly bashful look.

“Fair point, fair point.” There is a freshly cooked meal on the table, and Alistair can’t help but be grateful at such a sight. “I heard you would be returnin’ soon, and as such thought ta offer a good meal.”

“How very kind of you.” Alistair doesn’t mind the small amount of grime he sullies the couch with, knowing there will always be later to clean. They both slip into a conversation as if they had never parted ways, the late hour slowly turning to early morning as they continued. It should be silly, men in their late forties and early fifties respectively laughing and regaling each other with stories like teenagers. A night turns into a week, Wainwright taking Alistair around for an in-depth tour of Eden-6. It’s late one night when gazing up at the myriad of stars on the roof of Hammerlock’s cabin, that Jakobs leans over and captures the hunter’s lips in a kiss. For just a moment, Alistair freezes at the contact but is soon moving his flesh and bone hand to caress the side of Wainwright’s jaw. They eventually part and Alistair suddenly thinks that coming to Eden-6 had been his wisest choice throughout his career.

It only hits him a few days later, bidding Wainwright a goodbye after escorting him home, what that feeling of utter peace meant. When Alistair arrives at his own abode, his shirt is quickly yet efficiently removed. Just above his left nipple, a patch of skin that had always been barren was finally alight with a symbol. The design, still in the process of solidifying with dark hues of reds, greens, and blacks, appeared to be forming the most ornate shotgun Alistair had ever seen, crossed over his own infamous sniper rifle.

Coincidentally, it looked suspiciously like the personal gun of one Wainwright Jakobs.

Some grogs were momentarily stirred from their slumber by a loud bout of elated laughter.

The symbol solidifies the day before Wainwright offers Hammerlock a permanent place in his own estate. The hunter moves in with no hesitation, the housekeeping staff clustering around the study door that evening. They can see Hammerlock shedding his shirt, saying something and pointing to himself before Wainwright lets out a loud bout of laughter. The symbol on Alistair had now grown to fill the entire upper left side of his chest, Wainwright reaching out and touching it with an expression neither of the staff had ever seen before.

It was pure adoration.

Hammerlock says something to other man, who gives a shrug before shedding his own coat and shirt. It was clear he was slightly shy, a bit soft around the middle from his simple gunsmith work, whereas Hammerlock was built and toned from his occupation. The hunter seems not to mind at all, eyes drawn to Wainwright’s back when he turns around. Alistair’s prized journal, one that only Wainwright had been blessed to see, was seemingly tattooed onto his back. Astonishingly the pictures displayed moved, flickering both from what he had drawn over the years, to images of Eden-6. It was rare for one’s soulmate mark to be so vivid, and even rarer to change its shape at will, or in this case, it’s pages and images. The eldest staffer finally shoos everyone away when Alistair kneels down, spindly fingers tracing over Wainwright’s mark as if he was touching gold.

“This is just astonishing.” Hammerlock can’t help but breathe, the roll of his breath across Wainwright’s back making the shorter man shiver.

“So you’ve said near hundred times I reckon.” Despite feeling a bit inadequate at the moment, the Edenian can’t help but feel his heart flutter. Catching sight of his own mark in the mirror just a day ago had sent a feeling of...peace when he realized just what it was. He had nearly scared some of the staff running to and fro, ordering various rooms to be prepared as if for many guests. Thoughts of personal space and potential unwant had faded the moment Hammerlock had arrived. The hunter and the gunsmith had shared a look that felt like it had lasted years, the world just settling in a way that had never been before.

It felt like they had finally found steady ground, and had taken to privacy almost immediately.

Alistair and Wainwright end up sitting on his bed, the gunsmith on his stomach as Alistair touches and kisses what seemed every inch of his mark.

“A gentleman might get a right jealous of attention like that.” He chuckles, and Alistair sits up with his own amused look.

“Well, I suppose I shall have to rectify this posthaste, shall I not?” Wainwright all but blinks, and Alistair has settled beside him as if they had done this a thousand times.

“I suppose you should.” Wainwright sits up slightly when he notices Hammerlock shift, clearly becoming uncomfortable in his prosthetics. “Do you need some assistance ?”

“I can manage a few hours longer.” Alistair shrugs, finding the slight frown that crosses his partners’ face almost adoring. Mhm, calling him partner so soon? Hammerlock knew that soulmate bonds could be potent, but never before had he ever thought of such a thing happening to himself. He would have laughed, shaking from his thoughts when he feels his prosthetic arm be worked free with its’ quiet pop. “Winny, a heads up if you don’t mind!”

“Winny?” Alistair can’t help the faint blush that flares up, the nickname having slipped without a thought.

“I...you see.” Any excuses that he could have come up with fade when the other starts shaking, clearly holding back some laughter.

“Ain’t never had a nickname before...I like it.” This man and his endless enthusiasm for all things, were most definitely going to be the end of Alistair, absolutely.

“Yes, Wainwright is a fair mouthful, and I find that Winny, well it suits you, my dear.” Wainwright is now the one blushing, Alistair removing his leg prosthesis with practiced ease, setting both it and the arm on the bedside table. Hammerlock barely sits back before he is swept up into Wainwright’s arms. They shuffle a little bit, and soon Hammerlock has his head tucked into the crook of Wainwright’s neck, rather appreciating how soft the other was against his scrawny back. He feels soft and slightly calloused hands brushing along the designs of his mark, hearing a soft chuckle as Wainwright traces his own gun. The hunter doesn’t even feel himself falling asleep, having never felt so unguarded and safe to do so. It’s the first time in years he sleeps without nightmares or pain and knew that hopefully, this would be the beginning of something wonderful.

#borderlands 3 spoilers #borderlands 3 #wainwright jakobs #sir hammerlock #alistair hammerlock #jakobslock #guys #they did so fucking well with them I can't #I love them so much #and I'm so happy Hammerlock gets someone that makes him happy #p l e a s e #I need more of them #pls #Borderlands 4 #can't wait for that DLC

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clericofthebalance · 4 years

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Life Needs Things to Live, Chapter Three

Class was going to be less of a struggle for Percy today. Percy settled into his seat in his MW Lit class, one of his final core classes until he could fully focus on what he needed to graduate. This was the only class he absolutely had to take at the university, something he couldn’t sub with community college classes for a much cheaper rate.

Only one thing made this class tolerable given the 8 AM start time and boring material. He glued his eyes to the door, sipping his thermos of coffee, waiting patiently. Finally, she floated in.

Long dark hair captured in a braid, the most beautiful smile he had ever seen, warm eyes that brought flames and autumn and the forest to mind. She had a sharp and wickedly clever look to her face, joy radiating off every movement and gesture, unique to her very bones. He adored how she wore blue feathers woven in her hair, how piercings lined her ears, how she emphasized her expressive eyes with perfect eyeliner, how she always had a giant zoology book under her arm. She was beautiful and clever and just shone in the depressing classroom.

Fuck, he was pathetic and weird. He really needed to get over his crush and focus on his life, not idolize some poor woman like she was his manic pixie dream girl. Ugh.

Percy focused on his book, thinking about the two applications he had handed off yesterday. One to Gilmore, to work the counter in his coffee shop, the other to Keyleth for the apartment. Hopefully, good things would come of it. They both hinted that he would be accepted.

Maybe Asum could come visit soon, see Beau again. It would be nice to see his old friend and savior. To have something to celebrate rather than to mourn.

“Alright, class, we’re going to do a project instead of a final paper. You’ll be working in assigned pairs to create a presentation and paper on a modern version of any classic novel and how it compares to the source material. Your initial proposal is due to me in one week. I’ll call out your assigned pairs now.”

Percy grimaced, praying he’d get someone tolerable that would do their share. He couldn’t handle working with a freshman who left everything to him again. He would commit murder.

“Percival and Vex’Ahlia.”

Wait, what? He stared at Professor Shura blankly and she pointed to the back. At his crush. Oh, shit fuck. He was going to humiliate himself.

***

Vex stared at her notes, blanking out. She hated core classes. This English class was her absolute last one and it was a misery. She wished she was out at the zoo or in a lab. She only wanted to read what she wanted to read. Not this shit. She sighed.

“Um, excuse me?”

She started and looked up, flushing at the quizzical brow and brilliant eyes on her. The guy standing over her was hot. White hair in a messy undercut, heavy brows, a strong yet elegant jaw. It was the eyes that got her, though, blue as a winter sky and shining with intelligence. Vex easily mustered her most charming, most flirty smile for such a pretty guy.

“Yes, Darling? How can I help you?”

The questioning frown lifted into a slight smirk, cocky and charming and matching his posh accent, one full and pale eyebrow going up, “Well, we’re partners on our final project according to the professor.”

“Project?”

“Oh, you checked out, too? Apparently we have to do a presentation comparing a classic novel to a modern adaptation while analyzing universal themes,” he rolled his eyes. His unfairly pretty blue eyes, “And we have to work in pairs.”

“Shit! I have labs to do! I thought this would just be a paper I could bullshit.”

“I was hoping for that as well,” he dropped into the seat next to her, looking unfairly comfortable in his formal slacks, a neat button up, and a tailored vest in royal blue. No tie, but he did have a black turtleneck underneath. A little odd for a college student and very high class goth, but whatever. He was still hot as shit.

“Vex’ahlia, but you can call me Vex.”

He tilted his head, chuckling, her knees going weak as the earrings up his ears sparkled in the fluorescent light of the classroom, “Percival de Rolo, Percy.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Percy Dear.”

“An even greater pleasure to meet you, Miss Vex’Ahlia,” he leaned forward with a charming smile, “So, exchange work and class schedules? Find a time that works?”

“Schedules? You are a fancy one.”

“I have to plan every minute or I would crumble under the load,” she laughed as he pulled out an honest-to-goodness planner, “Yes, it’s color coordinated. I was not joking about my life.”

“Okay, okay,” she giggled, grinning, “I get it. Your girlfriend must keep you busy.”

“Oh-I-Uh-No,” Percy’s pale skin flushed and she noticed some light scarring around his eyes. It almost looked like droplets, light pink against the lovely red of his cheeks, “I don’t have a girlfriend. I just work two jobs, a double major with a minor, and a lot of responsibilities.”

“No girlfriend? Really?”

“N-no. Oh, my phone is ringing!”

She barely held in her laughter at the Star Wars theme coming out of his backpack. Vex ran her eyes over his profile, appreciating the fine jaw and strong nose, the disheveled hair and two-day scruff, the delicate metallic glasses that gave him a distinguished look only emphasized by his elegant outfit. An outfit she could tell had seen quite a bit of wear judging by the precisely stitched repairs and fabric fade. His phone was also an older model, older even than her three generations behind smart phone. So, he was posh but maybe not rich. Just particular about his clothing.

Damn, but he was a fine specimen of a man, his voice soft and refined and lovely. She wanted to pin him down and see how far that lovely blush went.

“Oh, shit,” he sighed, looking absolutely devastated at whatever the person on the line was saying, “Well, good thing I put in a few applications. It’s fine, ma’am, you don’t have the time to keep the place open anymore. I had a feeling this was coming. Take care and keep me updated. I’ll be just fine. You know me.”

He hung up and rubbed his temples, pushing the glasses up, “Sorry about that. Former job.”

“That’s fine. Are you okay?”

“Oh, I’ll be fine. This doesn’t even make the top ten of worst things to happen to me,” Percy smiled, but still looked strained, “So, free days?”

“Wednesday after 3 and all weekend except for Saturday morning. Me and my housemates are interviewing a potential new renter.”

“Oh? I’m inter-wait, do you live with Kiki? Keyleth?”

“Yeah, I do! Are you her Percy?” Vex lit up at the prospect of getting to spend more time with him and leaned over to look at the organized but packed schedule. Shit, he wasn’t kidding, “That’s an insane coincidence. She’s told us all about you and Beau. I work at a café just down the street from the house, Laina’s. We could study there or at the house. And you could bring Beau and Pepper along.”

“Honestly, that would be great. I actually just put in an application at Laina’s,” Percy smiled back, “I really appreciate the offer. You sure you don’t mind?”

“Only if you don’t mind my dog.”

“Deal,” he offered his hand with a wink, beaming, “I-Thanks.”

“Not a problem, handsome,” he flushed to his ears, those spots standing out once more against the red, blushing at her new nickname for him, “So, we can meet up around 4 at Laina’s and I’ll see you Saturday? I see you’re free from 4 to 7 tonight.”

“I’ll be the one with the black Zemian Shepherd and small child.”

“Sounds great,” she winked, gathering her things, “I’ll see you then. I need to get to my next class.”

“B-bye,” Percy was frozen, flushed, and staring at her like she was the most gorgeous thing in the world. She strode off with a confident swing to her hips, head held high, and a triumphant grin. A study date with a handsome man and his babies. Hopefully, she and Beau would get along. Kids usually liked her. Then, she could hunt down that sexy shy bastard.

But first…

She dialed Vax as soon as she was outside the building, knowing his first class wasn’t until noon and he was off this morning, biting her lip.

“What’s up, Stubby?”

“Morning, shitbird. I met the potential roomie today. He’s apparently in my lit class and we got assigned a project together.”

“You sound entirely too chipper for this early.”

“Well, he’s absolutely gorgeous and looks like a good guy. He got fired while we were talking and didn’t even react. Was just as pleasant as before the call. I liked him,” Vax made a disbelieving snort, “Really! He color-coordinates his schedule. It’s absolutely adorable.”

“Are you thinking with your head?”

“Yes! I promise, you’ll like him. His phone is older than mine and he has definitely patched his clothes a few times.”

“Fine. I’ll go a bit easier on him.”

“On that note, I’ll be studying at Laina’s tonight. With him. While you’re working. I’ll get Grog to walk me home.”

“Wait, what?”

She hung up with a smug smirk. That would drive him crazy all day.

#Vox Machina #fanfic #percy de rolo #Vex’Ahlia #Vax’ildan #Keyleth #pike trickfoot #scanlan shorthalt #grog strongjaw #tiberius stormwind #beauregard lionett #college!au #modern!au #first meeting #twoo wuv #fluff

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Critical Role

Favorite character:

In CR1, Percy and Scanlan. And gonna sound so hipster but I did legitimately like Percy prior to the Briarwood arc. I liked his place as the more subdued person that didn’t need fanfare for his support. And then I was scared and intrigued when he was more...forthcoming in that arc since he was quieter before (I think I read this was also because Taliesin was bit shy starting out but got comfortable). And Scanlan, was the man I shed tears for because I kept crying ‘oh god, someone please notice. Someone HELP HIM.’ They both had some serious gut punches and their stories did shift the dynamics (of the story and the party respectively) permanently. They are also great support and yet also had some amazing solos.

In CR2, Caleb and Fjord. I just like me some sad boys apparently. I think Caleb’s bumbling and trying to do right but struggling with doing what’s good for you so painfully relatable. As of writing this, I haven’t caught up yet but I’ve seen him make such leaps and bounds in terms of letting people in and being a support to others. I also think mechanically he’s a show of how the drawbacks like his fear can make for good moments. As for Fjord, he’s just in general how I think a moral compass or herder character can be done without irritating both the player and viewer. I mean morals of this cast is more wonky but in general Fjord seems to put forward a general ‘we all get through this’ and respect towards the team.

Least Favorite character:

In CR1, Keyleth. And no, it’s got nothing to do with Marisha. She’s cool. I honestly felt bad for her because Keyleth had to pick up the moral slack whenever Pike wasn’t there, which was often. Some of her best moments were when she had to draw the hard line. But it was far outweighed with having this moral high horse for some reason even though they promptly do something just as low down as the ones she looked down on. Also, I feel it’s hard to do a character that is naive but also very likable so again, sorry for Marisha.

In CR2, I like so many but I’ll go with Mollymauk. And it was a bit of a shame because he was like the one person I heard so much about. I did like that he was the one that tended to push into some of the best shenanigans I’ve listened to. However, he was just fine. There wasn’t much to push him into love him so much nor much to say I dislike him. I’m a little disappointed of not being able to know what his deal was I guess was what I would choose if I have to say what made him least favorite.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):

Vax’limore - Their interactions just oozed banter and playfulness. There was no intro to how that this happened, it just jumps into their flirtations. And it was that cute banter and the real ‘I’d do anything for you, my friend’ that ended up hurting seeing Gilmore have his heart strings pulled as they did. Like if you love him, let him go. For real. Don’t dangle it in front of him like that.

Pike/Percy - Weird thought but I thought it was pretty clear that Pike liked Percy. Everyone sees her as a stalwart beacon but she still has wants and falls off from time to time. But she tries. And she saw something within Percy that was dark and I don’t think it was necessarily ‘I want to fix him’ but ‘I want to save him.’ And Percy find a light in Pike like many do but also seeing her as just Pike.

Perc’ahlia - I mean, it’s canon. Thing is that I can’t pinpoint a moment when it began. Just that it happened and that felt okay. I think they’re both maniacs in their own right and it’s kind of cute how they indulge each other’s passion/excitement. Gifts feels like Percy’s love language and he shows it so much in how he tinkers for Vex and her glee in what new way she can fuck shit up is enough for him. And also it’s really delicious the parallel with them and the Briarwoods and Laura has stated that if Percy had died died, that it was possible Vex end up the same kind of menace Delilah was.

Vex/Zahra - In some other life, they would have been the femme fatale couple. All of their interactions were enjoyable and they so clearly enjoy each other. Just looking over and it’s the eyes with them.

Widobrave - Partners in crime. I think that their dynamic isn’t simple and that’s what’s so interesting. They see each other as someone to protect and don’t exactly see how the other views them as the one to be protected. And they have ‘without question’ sort of trust in each other and are genuinely awed and so happy when they witness one do something great. It gets sad with more of their backstory. And it gets me that both immediately felt guilty for keeping it a secret from them. Not the entire party, their partner. They both have seen past appearances and see the strength, the zaniness and the brilliance the other possesses and I can’t wait to get to more of their moments.

Character I find most attractive:

CR1: Gilmore. My god he was gorgeous. Vax why did you just walk away from that? Raishan. Look, she was hot and smart and even if she fell eventually, she made the most of when she was there.

CR2: Cali is so frickin’ adorable. Like she’s so cute and hey, if not for the whole cult chasing her thing, it’d be nice to stick around and sightsee. I am also a ‘Jester is really cute’ person.

Character I would marry:

I don’t really think there’s anyone I’d actually--well, I think maybe Pike because stronk lady that can get into mischief with but at the same time just be able to be content with.

No one in this campaign so far.

Character I would be best friends with:

I would LIKE to be friends with Cassandra because everyone continues to ignore how this woman has been tormented and then thrust into very important position. All while harboring guilt for what she had to do to survive. The girl needs a break and I’m here with a blanket and some tea.

I would like to be friends with Nott actually. She’s really cool and I think it’s fun to let her be her zany self.

a random thought:

So who is really credited as the inventor of firearms, Percy, who did technically make it, or Ripley, who is the one that sold the schematics to make them mass-produced?

Is there just an abundance of mysterious magic ladies in Wildemount or what?

An unpopular opinion:

Scanlan deserved his anger and feelings of being unappreciated. Even if he was brought back, it does not lessen that there was uncertainty nor the lack of respect towards his body. Vox Machina had gotten cocky and it drove one of their members away. Vex and Vax were the only ones that took Scanlan’s frustration to heart and did not mess up with Tary for that reason. Also Tary was a parallel of the worst of the party, which is why most of them couldn’t stand him.

The small races are not fucking children. I don’t get why they get called children or thought of like that. They’re just short, goddammit!

My Canon OTP:

CR1: Perc’ahlia for above reasons.

CR2: None to be seen so far?

My Non-canon OTP:

CR1: Because I’m hella fucked up, I am enamored by the thought that Percy had a crush on Ripley. Because she paid attention to him, one of the younger and less interesting of his family. And to him she was brilliant and she took advantage of that, which is how he survived or why they got in. And Percy never forgot or forgave her.

CR2: “And they were roommates” “oh god they were roommates.” * whispers * I kind of liked Fjord and Molly. They felt like foils that were amicable with each other aaaaannndddd actually had nice interactions?

Most Badass Character:

CR1: NO MERCY PERCY

CR2: Shakaste is pretty awesome and Khary Payton is awesome.

Most Epic Villain:

CR1: Raishan. Like I wish she could’ve been a bigger villain but alas the dice were not on her side. I think her arc was the most interesting as she was the true threat in the party’s eyes despite there being a dragon terraforming their home.

CR2: At this point? There hasn’t been a major villain for the party.

Pairing I am not a fan of:

I don’t really have anything I can’t ship in this one.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another):

Can’t really say anyone ‘screwed up’ since this is a lot of improv and all that. So I guess miss chances I think would only really be Molly since y’know, he’s dead.

Favourite Friendship:

CR1: Pike & Grog - They’re Best Buddies, y’all. I can’t get over how much they just pal around like that’s just the usual for them. And technically it is. They can go get wasted together and then kick ass after. It’s just the casualness of their relationships and how much respect and lack of reverence that I like. Pike is just Pike to Grog so he finds no reason to hold back or hold her as a light unlike the rest of the party. But he does want to do good by her because she’s his friend and he doesn’t want to disappoint her. And Pike never insults Grog’s intellect and actively works to help him improve and deflects the party’s remarks of how he is.

CR2: Empire Kids - They’ve come a long way from their seats of mistrust and standoff-ishness. I think there was a post that put it best that they’re ‘learning how to human.’ And because they both are at the same point of it, they are struggling together. As a result they’ve come to lean on each other to keep themselves from going to far. They’re not perfect but they’re trying to keep this found family of theirs together.

Character I most identify with:

CR1: Keyleth. Being the one to try to keep people together or on the straight on narrow isn’t easy. It sucks and I’m not usually the person that should do it but here I am.

CR2: Caleb. I am very off-beat and odd but I do want to have friends and the like....just not stellar at showing that...

Character I wish I could be:

I mean, this is D&D where awesome shit goes on all the time. So anyone I guess?

#answered #wolfatrest #shctteredillusions

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We Belong Together (Brian May x Reader)

So it’s Brian and your wedding day, and he has several surprises in store for you. I had so much fun writing this, and it was super inspired by what came on my playlist when I was writing.

Word Count: 1800

Warnings: Literally none? It’s so fluffy I could die.

Songs mentioned: “We Belong Together” by Ritchie Valens, “Landslide” by Fleetwood Mac, “December 1963 (Oh What a Night)” by Frankie Valli, “Dancing Queen” by ABBA, “Here Comes the Sun” by the Beatles, and “Rich Girl” by Hall and Oates.

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You wake up to the sound of Richie Valens’ “We Belong Together” and the smell of coffee drifting across your apartment. You hear soft singing coming from the kitchen, “You’re mine and we belong together. Yes, we belong together for eternity.”

“Brian?” you ask, sleep grogging your voice.

He peeks his head into the doorframe, causing you to laugh. He has the most adorable bedhead. “Yes, dear?” he asks.

“Are you ready?” you sit up in bed, pulling a blanket around your shoulders.

“I’ve been ready for months, Y/N.”

You grin, “You know what I mean. Are you ready to get married today?”

Brian steps into the bedroom, already wearing his suit. You gasp. It’s a black velvet jacket with wide silk lapels worn over the white silk shirt he knows drives you crazy. You climb out of bed and cross the room to take a closer look at him. “So when do I get to see your dress?” he asks.

“You’ll see it in a bit,” you tease, “after I put it on.”

You walk into the kitchen where Brian has already prepared your coffee and set out a muffin for your breakfast and sit down at your small table. Brian sits across from you and you catch him staring at you. “What?” you ask.

“Nothing, I’m just thinking of how in two hours I can call you Mrs. May,” he blushes.

You finish your coffee quickly and return to your bedroom. You kept the dress hidden in a black bag in your closet so Brian couldn’t see what it looked like. Of course, you’d caught him on several occasions trying to take a peek in the bag, but you’d stopped him.

You put on the dress and quickly do your makeup and curl your hair. The wedding would already be very DIY, so you couldn’t justify having someone else do it for you. You take a quick glance at yourself in the mirror and nearly don’t recognize yourself. You look like yourself, but elegant and refined. The bodice of the dress is lace, with a boat neck and sleeves that go to your elbows. The skirt is tulle and falls to a tea-length. You had crafted a birdcage veil from a headband and netting.

You step out into the living room. “Brian?” you call softly.

Brian walks in from the kitchen and stops halfway across the living room. “Y/N… You’re stunning.”

“And you brushed your hair!” you laugh, attempting to lighten the mood.

You leave the apartment and hop in Brian’s car. He drives with one hand, the other holding yours. The ceremony was to be at Roger’s new house with the grand back garden. The sun was shining, rare for an English spring day. Cars were already parked in the drive when you arrived. You both climb out of the car and walk into Roger’s house. He’s decorated his foyer with pink peonies, your favorite flower. You wonder who told Roger to do that, but you appreciate it nonetheless. Brian continues to the back garden, but you take a seat on Roger’s staircase to collect yourself.

Your parents wouldn’t be at your wedding and you suddenly felt their absence. Your mother died when you were a child and your father had passed away quickly several months ago. No one was going to walk you down the aisle, no one to have a last dance with. Tears collected in your eyes, but you steeled yourself to avoid ruining your mascara.

“Y/N?” you hear a voice softly call from behind you.

You turn around to see Brian’s bandmate John walking down the stairs. “Oh, hey,” you reply with a sniffle.

“Are you alright? This doesn’t have to happen today…” he takes a seat on the stair next to you.

“No, I’m just thinking about how I wish my parents were here to see this. My dad loved Brian, and I just wish he was here to walk me down the aisle,” you sigh.

John offers you a tissue out of his jacket pocket and you gladly accept it. “Are you doing it alone? Because if you want me to walk you down, I’d do it.”

“Really?” you smile, though tears are still in your eyes.

“Yeah, I’d be honored to give away Brian’s girl,” he smiled, “Anyway, I’m the only one in the band you didn’t give an official job.”

“You’d be my maid of honor?” you laugh. Roger was Brian’s best man, and Freddie was officiating.

“Maid, man, whichever works for you!” John reaches an arm around you and hugs you to his side. “You mean the world to all of us and you make Brian so happy. That can’t be easy to do. We all love you.”

You almost start crying again for a different reason, but hear someone plodding down the stairs behind you. “Darlings, we’ve got a ceremony to start!” Freddie cries.

You glance behind you and begin to laugh. You had told Freddie he wasn’t allowed to wear his favorite white suit for your wedding, so here he was, in daffodil yellow. Freddie takes a step around you and John so he can dash outside to the back garden. You hear a string quartet tuning up, another surprise. You had planned to just play a 45 on a turntable to walk down the aisle, preferably “Landslide” by Fleetwood Mac, your favorite song.

John helps you stand and walk down the last few stairs and leads you to the garden. More peonies line the hallway. “Do you need a bouquet?” John asks.

You nod, and John pulls a few flowers from a vase. “Thank you. For everything,” you whisper.

John hooks his arm through yours and you hear the string quartet swell, but then quiet again. Chairs creak as guests stand to face you. The sun shines down perfectly from above, slightly blinding you, but your eyes adjust to see Brian holding an acoustic guitar at the other end of the aisle. He nods to the violinist and begins strumming. You recognize the song instantly-- “Landslide.” But instead of Stevie Nicks’ haunting vocals, Brian sings, “I took my love, I took it down, climbed a mountain and I turned around…”

You and John begin the slow march down the aisle, crunching on dried rose petals scattered on the aisle runner. You lock eyes with Brian, praying that you can save this image for the rest of your life.

You reach the end of the aisle just as Brian finishes the song. “We are here today,” Freddie begins, “to celebrate love. There are operas, plays, novels, and songs dedicated to it, but what is love? I think we can all agree that these two have shown us the answer. Brian, dear, do you have vows?”

“Y/N, when I met you, I felt something that I had never felt before. Sure, I’ve heard it described before, but I had never felt real love. You showed me what I had been trying to write about, you gave my words meaning. You make me… You’re my heart, you’re my love,” Brian says.

“Bri, I couldn’t say it better. You are my family. You love me even when I think I don’t deserve it. You love me through my life becoming a mess and you make me whole again. I’m stronger with you than I could ever be standing on my own,” you reply.

“Rings?” Freddie asks.

Roger, standing beside Brian, shuffles around in his pockets. “Aha! Didn’t lose them after all!” he exclaims, handing Freddie the rings.

“Give me your right hands,” Freddie instructs, and you and Brian put out your hands. “Now, at the same time, I want you to put the rings on each other. Remember, third finger on the left hand, darlings!”

You slip the ring on Brian’s long fingers, hands slightly shaking with excitement, and he does the same. “You may kiss!” Freddie announces.

Brian tugs you forward into him by your waist and your faces collide in a mixture of joy and ecstasy. The guests jump to their feet to applaud. Your hand squeezes Brian’s and you begin laughing when the string quartet begins playing “Oh, What a Night!” You two nearly run back down the aisle and into Roger’s house and into his front living room and close the door. You nearly tackle Brian into the sofa, kissing him as you both tumble down.

“Did you like it? I know it wasn’t what you planned, but I wanted surprises,” Brian explains.

“Oh my gosh, it was perfect,” you say breathlessly.

“Good, because there are more to come.”

You stay alone together in the room for nearly another hour, simply relishing the feeling of being Mr. and Mrs. May. “No one can go in there on penalty of death,” you hear Freddie warn. You smell food cooking and hear even more guests arriving.

Finally, your moments of calm are interrupted by a knock on the door. Roger walks in. “The reception’s ready. Are you? You can take a few more minutes if you’re not, it’s your party,” he asks.

“No, let’s go,” Brian stands and guides you to your feet.

“Good! Let’s get the party going!” Roger dashes out.

You walk down the hallway and into the back garden. It’s been transformed into a dance floor lined with dining tables. All the peonies have been moved outside and fairy lights are strung overhead. “Dancing Queen” by ABBA begins playing and Brian scoops you off your feet. “I couldn’t wait until we get home to do this,” he whispers in your ear.

You see John and Roger already out on the dance floor, trying to outdo each other in silliness. Freddie stands on the sidelines, camera in hand as instructed by Brian. The dance floor clears as the opening strums of “Here Comes the Sun” plays over speakers.

Brian puts you back on your feet and you begin dancing together, your dress spinning out as he twirls you. You notice that he hasn’t stopped smiling since you were pronounced married.

Dinner begins as Hall and Oates’ “Rich Girl” plays. You and Brian sit in the center of a long table set up at the head of the dance floor. John sits to your right and Roger sits to Brian’s left. Freddie has a chair next to Roger, but he never comes to his seat. He’s too busy circulating among the guests, chatting up anyone who looks mildly interesting.

You spend the rest of the afternoon and night dancing, never leaving Brian’s side. Just after the sun sets, Brian announces, “Ladies and gentlemen, can we cut the lights?”

All the lights of the house and back garden are turned off. “Look up, dear,” Brian says softly.

You gasp. Meteors criss-cross the sky above you. “Make a wish, love,” Brian says.

“I don’t need to wish for anything,” you reply, “All my wishes came true today.”

#brian may x reader #brian may fluff #wedding fanfiction #brian may fanfiction #brian may fanfic #queen fanfiction #queen fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rhapsody fanfiction #bohemian rhapsody fanfic #brian may #freddie mercury #freddie mercury fanfiction #roger taylor #roger taylor fanfiction #john deacon #john deacon fanfiction

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nochiquinn · 5 years

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campaign 2 episode 48: WOW

I came in late, and to sam reigel as an infant....bellydancing???? help

liam's pained sob is a Mood

"he showed me a picture of his nipples and I said no"

travis that voice hurts me to hear

"I assume we should just buy everything we see to be safe"

beau's bo's bow

(bobobo bo bo bobobo)

oh good they're never getting caleb out of here

I would read the fuck out of that book negl

nott, traumatizing children the world over

"he flew the coop" "shame on you"

alpha y u gotta fuck up right at jester and her mom being adorable

THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED

"you've been at sea a long time"

"YES AND, BITCH"

viktor 2.0

laura learned about convection

"who are you" "I'm you but cleaner"

TRACY

the stream is not cooperating tonight

ashley please come back so they can stop making fun of matt playing yasha

marisha calm thyself

"he won't give me his damn cat" "good man"

beau. you were doing so well. beau.

closes his eyes, whispers a prayer for fortitude

"if you're going to fuck with giant dragon cave balls I'd prefer you do it in the house"

TELEPORTATION fucking finally

robe of holding

"what other geometric shapes you've come across" where's grog when you need him

"that's my nameee"

creepy elf man leave my boy alone, you're creeping both of us out

"am I talking about my slots too much?!!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings" my boy

no stop it here perfect narrative beat

shoves matt mercer and griffin mcelroy in a room until matt learns when to quit

(yes I know it's different when it's an edited show my irritation stands)

thanks for reminding me of o-town, sam

rubyyyyy

I'm proud of yoooou

MAMAAAAAA

sam's face is my face

I'm gonna cry

I wanna see ruby's army of johns

see he WAS creeping caleb out

caleeeeb

he's spooked, he's TRYING to say he doesn't want them to get hurt because of him and beau is TRYING to say they're willing to take that risk but he just doesn't understand people being willing to risk anything for him

my boy

bye taliesin

cadeuceus didn't know about cookbooks. I love my big pink son.

let's just shove everybody else's backstories in the same arc

(edit from the future: I WAS JOKING)

.....is laura left-handed? this is a very weird thing for me to have just noticed but everybody is writing at the same time for once

(she is, I googled to be sure and critrolestats has a page documenting everyone's dominant hands)

MERIDA'S BACON

(have I made this joke before? meridia's beacon in skyrim, I misread it as merida's bacon one (1) time and a household meme was born)

ASK YASHA yasha might know things

JESTER STILL DOESN'T KNOW

laura's look of fear at the mention of the raven queen

liam's "eidetic memory" of his phone gallery

nott

bby

nott bby no

caleb

my children are falling apart

"I pick up caleb" don't do that to me

there's something under the chaaaaair

why a noose? oh come on, why a noose? over the chair, hanging there all loose?

(I know there's no noose, midnight channel musical just never leaves you)

liam and travis just rising up in unison

laura's face

MY FACE

if it's astrid I'm leaving this plane of existence

my mind has been a high-pitched scream for the last, oh, forty-five minutes

"mommy, where were you?" now I'm screaming externally

SHE WANTS TO LOOK LIKE NOT A GOBLIN SO SHE CAN BE AROUND HER KID

THAT'S WHO SHE WAS SENDING SHIT TO

SCREAMS

hello 911 sam riegel is murdering me with acting

that look at liam/caleb

I almost didn’t watch tonight

#critical role #reaction post #crititag #spoilers #critical role spoilers #critrole recap #liveblog

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I’m jealous of the rain (that falls upon your skin)

Pairing: pikelan Words: 4460 Link: ao3 Soundtrack: jealousy - labrinth

Pike did not like jealousy. She certainly wasn’t interested in entertaining it. Jealousy had always had an ungrateful edge to it for; like she wasn’t appreciating what she had. After everything her grandfather Wilhand had done for her, there was no way she could accept that from herself.

The thing was, she also didn’t like people flirting with Scanlan, apparently.

They were at their favourite bar with the entire crew on a Friday night. After spending their week in various ways, they usually hung out there to let off some steam and just be around each other. Grog had just returned with their drinks and distributed them, and now they were teasing Vax, and laughing. But Pike nursed her drink in silence.

Scanlan had gone to the bar with Grog and stayed there, trying to charm Jarrett into pulling out the karaoke set early tonight, just like he did at least once a month. Jarrett put up a fight, still, but everyone knew he would cave eventually.

There were two girls at the bar, too, who Pike had seen around a couple of times over the last few months. They’d always looked nice. But now one had apparently mustered up the courage to join Jarrett’s conversation with Scanlan and make a move on him.

Usually, she would cheer her on. She had a lot of respect for girls who went after boys in bars like this. And this had happened a million times before; someone went after Scanlan, because he was so damn charming, and he welcomed them with open arms. It never bothered her.

But Scanlan had been changing, lately, so now Pike had as well.

She sipped her Guiness and, for the gazillionth time, tried to figure out what exactly had happened during the past five years.

She remembered meeting Scanlan like it was yesterday. She’d gone to a festival with Keyleth and the twins, somewhere outside in the sunlight. There were a lot of flowers crowns involved, and it was a great afternoon. A few hours in, Grog had arrived, and he’d brought Scanlan, who he had met in a bar somewhere. Scanlan had fell in with them like it was the most natural thing to do; he just dropped himself on the grass beside Pike and started making a flower crown the best he could.

He had grinned at her, and flirted excessively, and she remembered seeing stars.

He was funny, and kind, and he had zoned in on her so specifically that for two glorious hours she thought she had just come across something special.

But she had met Scanlan while he was at the top of his game before long, he was showering other girls in compliments and attention and she realised it didn’t really mean anything. He was just having fun all around, and went home with whoever was the most interested.

She soon found that the only way to be comfortable around Scanlan was to dismiss him. Never take him seriously. Never play his games. She just had to ignore his advances and focus on anything else he was telling her, because Scanlan tended to slip in facts about himself and his life that mattered while he was claiming to adore her.

It was hard not to believe him, sometimes, when he looked at her so sincerely or started shaking a little when she touched him. Part of her knew that he had gotten serious about her within the first few months of them knowing each other. But Scanlan wasn’t ready to be committed to anyone, and she wasn’t willing to wait. So, instead – and maybe this was unfair of her, but she was just human, and she had to do something to protect herself – she refused to believe any of it.

Things changed when Scanlan found out he had a four-year-old daughter.

Kaylie’s mother hadn’t intended for him to find out about her at all, and she fought him tooth and nail. The battles left him bloody, and frustrated, and a mess, and for a year he was the biggest asshole. He was completely focused on himself, on Sybill, on trying to find a way to his daughter whether he deserved it or not. When Pike stopped talking to him after he had hurt her Grog – who was a big softie at heart, and Scanlan knew that, the fucking asshole – he had hardly batted an eye.

She refused to let it break her heart. She wouldn’t let it.

(Of course, it did.)

A year after he stopped talking to them all, he came back. He was different, then. More mature. More in touch with himself. He was part of Kaylie’s life, now, and he was happy with that. It had taken a bit for the group to forgive him, but he was so sincere in his apologies that they hadn’t been able not to. After all, they had always wanted him back. He was giving him the best excuse to forgive him: true change.

And that’s when everything changed for Pike.

Scanlan stopped sleeping around. He stopped flirting with her so much. (She didn’t miss it. She didn’t.) He tried to be the best dad he could for Kaylie, who was by then almost six years old. And Pike just… She just…

She’d always liked him, even when he was, debatably, a piece of shit. How was she supposed to ignore this?

But she wasn’t even sure he still thought of her in a romantic way. Being a father had consumed him, in a way, and she definitely wasn’t willing to run the risk of rejection. Nope. No way.

It was silly, after all the times she’d rejected him, and he had still loved her. But she had told herself so often that he didn’t mean any of it that she’d almost convinced herself it was true, and now she was reaping what she sowed.

Pike glanced at Scanlan and the girl over the rim of her glass.

Now she was reaping what she sowed. And she didn’t like it.

“You okay, pickle?”

Pike looked up at Vax beside her. He was smiling at her, and she thought he looked both a little worried and amused, somehow. He’d probably guessed what she was thinking.

“Fine,” she said, turning away from the view of the bar a little more. She couldn’t just keep staring at them. She shouldn’t care.

She realised that even after going over the last five years again, she still didn’t fully know how she had ended up here. Somehow, going through these motions was always futile.

Vax tapped the bottom of her glass with his ring finger. “Just keep drinking.”

“Happily.” She took another sip. “This stuff is good.”

“Aye, Pikey!” Grog grinned from the other side of the table, “That’s the spirit.”

“Don’t get her drunk, Grog, I need someone to drag me out of here at the end of the night!”

Pike startled at the sound of Scanlan’s voice. He put his drink down on the table beside her and smiled at her.

“Scan-man!” Vax immediately scooted over, grinning at Pike, and she had no choice but to scoot over to and make room for Scanlan beside her unless she wanted people to notice she was being weird.

She sent Vax a private, sour glare, but then put a smile on her face and made room for Scanlan. He plopped down next to her with a grin, his thigh pressed up against hers, and she wasn’t sure she could deal with that at the moment, to be honest.

“What are you doing here?” Vex teased, “I thought you were busy?”

Scanlan shook his head. “He isn’t bailing tonight. No karaoke before eleven. Even after I told him he was the most beautiful man in the room! An obvious lie. I am the most beautiful man in this room.”

“Not what I meant,” Vex pushed. She gestured to the girls at the bar. “Don’t tell me she just wanted directions?”

Pike took a sip of her drink.

“In fact, my dearest Vex, she wanted drink recommendations. Clearly she took one look at me and realised I was a connoisseur.”

“Not exactly one look,” Pike said.

Grog, Keyleth, Percy and Vex looked at her a little strangely. She refused to see what looks Vax and Scanlan were sending her.

“I’m just saying I’ve seen them around here before,” she continued with a light blush, “On other evenings.”

“I guess my beauty is just intimidating to some people,” Scanlan said solemnly.

Grog turned his eyes to him now, sending him the same strange look. “Isn’t like you to see it that way, bud.”

“Sure it is!” Scanlan took a big gulp of his drink and then slammed it down on the table in front of him, “Now, what were we talking about?”

The others let it go after that and started talking about Vex’s new boss, and then bosses in general, and Pike threw in some comments about how mean one of the surgeons at the hospital could be and settled down a little. Slowly, Scanlan’s warmth beside her became comforting instead of distracting, and she started to lean into him just a little, happy with her drink and her friends’ laughter and the subtle smell of Scanlan’s elderflower shampoo.

They had another drink, and one more, and she was just getting sleepy when a shadow fell over their table and she looked up to see the girl from the bar smiling down at Scanlan beside her.

“Hi again!” she said, and across the table Grog and Vex sent each other meaningful looks.

Immediately, Pike wasn’t having such a good time anymore.

She went back to her empty glass, staring at it.

“Hello,” Scanlan answered, and she could hear his smile, but he wasn’t putting on his full charm. That was something, she supposed.

She was acting like an idiot. She had to stop.

“I had that IPA you recommended!” the girl said brightly. She sounded a little nervous. “It was pretty great, so I thought I might buy you one as thanks?”

“Oh, well…”

“Might as well,” Vex threw in, “You finished your drink, right Scanlan?”

Grog gave him a thumbs-up, probably feeling like a great wing-man.

“I did,” Scanlan said, and before he could continue, before Pike even knew what she was doing she put a hand on his thigh.

Scanlan froze immediately, and the girl glanced down at Pike’s hand in surprise, then up to her face.

Pike sent her one of her brightest smiles, not removing her hand, and tried to look at little apologetic. Deception wasn’t her strong suit, but this didn’t feel like a lie. It felt like raw honesty. The kind she was never able to put into words.

“Sorry,” Scanlan said beside her, his voice a little higher than usual, “I’m good here.”

The girl glanced at Pike’s hand again. “I see. Well, uh…” She recovered pretty quickly. “Have a good night!” With that, she turned around and swiftly walked back to the bar, where her friend immediately started to question her.

This is when Pike kindly asked herself what the fuck she was doing.

She started to pull her hand away, as if suddenly Scanlan’s body burned her skin, but before she could Scanlan grabbed her hand tightly with his own.

Pike looked up at him in surprise, but he was staring straight ahead, clenching onto her fingers like a vice.

“What just happened there?” Vex asked, and for a second Pike thought she’d seen everything. But when she looked at Vex, she seemed clueless enough, and mostly confused about why Scanlan was still sitting with them and not at the bar with that girl.

“Like I said,” Scanlan told her. He squeezed Pike’s hand. “I’m good here.”

A furious blush started running over her cheeks and Pike quickly hid it behind her empty glass and her bangs. She tried to move the hand Scanlan was holding, but he refused to budge even an inch. His skin was hot on hers and just a little clammy. He still refused to look at her.

“So what were you saying about that colleague of yours, Pike?” Vax suddenly asked.

Pike startled again and looked up at her friend, who had definitely seen everything. Vax was grinning at her, and she was a little confused about what exactly he wanted from her in that moment.

“Yeah, uh… “ she said, “Sheila. She’s new. She’s… Well, she’s pretty great, actually.”

“Didn’t she get the same weird coffee order that you always get?”

“Yeah!”

Before long, Vax had pulled her back into a conversation and a sort-of normal atmosphere returned to the table. ‘Sort-of’ being the key word, since Pike was still touching Scanlan more intimately than probably ever, and even though the conversation had her little distracted, her skin was still burning up. But she did relax a bit, and that was probably what Vax had been angling for, now she thought about it.

Once Pike relaxed and accepted that well, guess that’s where her hand was now, Scanlan seemed to relax as well. Slowly, very slowly, he started playing with her fingers. At first, she thought it was accidental, but when she didn’t move her hand away, he grew a little bolder, and there was really no denying that it was intentional when he was caressing the back of her hand very softly.

“Are you cold, Pike?” Keyleth suddenly asked, clearly surprised.

It would be ridiculous: the bar was getting stuffy, and hotter, and there was definitely no reason to be feeling cold right now. But Pike had goosebumps on her arms anyway.

“A little,” she lied, her cheeks red with the heat of the place.

“Do you need a jacket?” Keyleth pressed. She already moved to get her own denim from behind her in the booth.

But Scanlan was slowly turning Pike’s hand around to trace the heartlines of her palm and she really didn’t want to move her hand.

“I’m sure it’ll pass soon!” She beamed at Keyleth.

Keyleth smiled back. “Okay. Just let me know if it doesn’t, yeah?”

“If you’re cold, we should just huddle together more,” Vax decided, and with another one of his grins (which were adorable but also infuriating) he pressed against her, pushing her further into Scanlan. Scanlan took that chance to lace his fingers with hers and hold her hand for real now. Pike was starting to feel a little overwhelmed.

When was the last time she’d held hands with someone? Not that long ago, probably – she held her friends’ hands a lot. But not like this.

This was…

She glanced up at Scanlan, who was glancing at her too, and for a moment their eyes met and he sent her a smile that was in equal parts charming and embarrassed.

This was different.

They spent the rest of the evening trying to ensure that neither of them had to get up. When someone had to go for drinks, they were suddenly deep in conversation with other people - one time even with each other, which, since it was so obvious that they were doing it because they didn't want to move, made the conversation pretty awkward, but also rather hilarious.

But Pike's bladder was slowly filling up, and at some point she really couldn't hold it anymore, so she went off to the toilet feeling disappointed and just a little bit relieved. Once the contact was broken, she felt like something hazy was removed from her brain. Immediately, she started overthinking, of course, but the small amount of alcohol she'd had helped in pushing that way for the time being. Pike was pretty great at repressing her emotions when she felt like it.

She’d let go of his hand. That was definitely for the best. What happened just now was weird, and it would probably fuck up their friendship, and it was best to never speak of it again. She should pretend it never happened. That would be best.

But when she sat back down, Scanlan smiled at her, and when he took her hand again she made no attempt to pull away whatsoever. She just let a warm contentedness wash over her and smiled at her friends. Strangely enough, she felt more in touch with the present than she had in a long while. She was enjoying the night more than usual, since normally part of her was always considering this or that, her job, or Wilhand, or Grog, or anything else. Right now, she was just there, in the moment, holding Scanlan's hand. It felt like home.

Time went very quickly after that. She got out of having to do karaoke, as always, and this time she let Scanlan’s hand go without any care in the world when he stepped up to give his performances. She knew he’d be back.

She laughed and clapped along and had an arm-wrestling contest with Grog (she did lose, but barely) and then it was time to go.

They left together, like they always did. Their little family didn’t leave anyone behind. If someone wanted to go, they all went. From this bar, at least – sometimes some of them went off to the next place to continue the night. But this was bar belonged to all of them, so no one was ever there alone.

Pike let go of Scanlan’s hand when they started to leave, and it was weird not to hold it anymore. She wondered whether she’d hold it again sometime soon. Still, she wasn’t ready for any questions from the others, so she couldn’t let them see it.

They went outside and chatted for a bit more before all heading off in different directions. Keyleth went home with Vax– something Vex clearly felt very weird about, so she decided to head to one more bar that night on her own to talk with the white-haired barman she’d befriended there recently. That was something Vax felt very weird about, because he clearly saw something in his sister’s behaviour that she hadn’t realised yet herself.

Grog asked if Pike wanted to share a cab, but Pike found herself saying that she’d rather walk home. It wasn’t that far away, and she loved taking the walk, even at this time of night. She was pretty confident in her ability to defend herself.

“I’ll join you,” Scanlan said quickly.

Pike wanted to say she hadn’t been hoping he would say that, but honestly? She wanted to hold his hand some more.

Grog shrugged his shoulders and called a cab for himself, and the group separated, all heading off in different directions.

Scanlan and Pike walked together in silence for a while. Scanlan had his hands in his pockets.

Was that a sign? Was he regretting this? Or had he not been serious? Or just-

Nope, hold up, she wasn’t doing this. Not yet. She could overthink tonight in fifteen minutes, when she was home. Not yet.

Pike sighed as they turned the first corner and left the view of their friends.

“You okay, Pikey?” Scanlan asked immediately.

Pike looked up at him and tried for a smile. “Just tired.”

Scanlan sent her a soft smile back and pulled his hands from his pockets. Pike’s heart soared with hope immediately, and when he took her hand again she was reminded of the first day she met him, and the stars she felt then.

“You work too hard,” Scanlan said, and he squeezed her hand.

Pike was sure she was blushing furiously again, but she didn’t have a real reason to hide it this time. So she just kept looking at him, boldly, unashamed of her reaction, and that allowed her to watch Scanlan’s cheeks redden as well.

“Well, there’s a lot of work to do,” Pike said.

They were both slowing down, and quietly stopped walking.

“You don’t have to do everything,” Scanlan answered.

“Not everything. Just as much as I can.”

Scanlan shook his head, but he looked awed rather than disappointed. He smiled at her and moved closer. She could smell his shampoo again, and feel the heat of his body radiating from him.

“You are the best person I know,” he told her softly, and his gaze wandered down to her lips.

Pike could feel her breathing getting shallow, and she thought she would start shaking from the intensity of the moment. Instead, she just kept looking at him, and watched the way his eyes closed as he leaned in.

Scanlan pressed his lips to hers softly, in a gentle, tender kiss, but his free hand moved up to cradle her face immediately and there was nothing hesitant about his soft grip. He moved on her like he had thought about it a million times before, and considering everything that had happened between them over the course of five full years, that wasn’t unlikely. Pike could relate to that.

She melted.

She kissed him back with the same softness, and there was something so natural about it that she wasn’t sure anymore why she hadn’t done this before. She slipped her free hand into his hair, opening her mouth to breathe him in, and he let out the softest whimper that made blood roar in her ears. He pressed her into him, their entangled hands moving to her waist so he could pull her even closer. The feeling of being chest to chest with him like this was almost more than she could bear.

It took five minutes for them to pull apart even the slightest bit, foreheads pressed together, held up in a tight embrace, breathing shallowly.

“Please tell me you’re not drunk,” Scanlan mumbled. He had his eyes closed.

“You would have kissed me if I was drunk?” she asked.

“No. Maybe. I don’t know. I hope not. I don’t want to…” He fumbled for the right words. “I wouldn’t want to fuck that up. Not that badly. Not… I hope I wouldn’t do that.”

Pike couldn’t help but smile and she pulled her hand from his hair to caress his cheekbone. “I think you underestimate yourself. You wouldn’t do that.”

He opened his eyes and looked at her. “Well,” he said softly, “You know me better than anyone else. So if you say so…”

Pike attempted to nod solemnly, but she couldn’t repress her smile. “Yes, trust in me. I know you, Scanlan Shorthalt.”

“Pike Trickfoot,” he whispered, and he kissed her again, as if he couldn’t stop himself.

Pike finally let go of his hand so she could wrap both of her arms around his neck, standing on her tiptoes to press into him as much as possible, hugging him while she kissed him, feeling elated and tingly and right.

Scanlan, however, groaned, and for a moment he sounded like he was in pain. She pulled back to look at him and he sent her a look that was – yes, definitely pained.

“You know I adore you, right? You know?”

She couldn’t believe how insecure he was. She couldn’t believe he didn’t feel it – how much she loved this, how happy she was. She thought she must be radiating happiness, but apparently he couldn’t see it.

Maybe he would hear.

“Scanlan,” she said very softly, brushing her thumb over his cheek, “I think I could spend days just admiring you. I love who you are. I have no doubt in my heart about how I feel about you.”

His eyes were so brown, and so warm, and so full of hope and love. “How do you feel about me?” he whispered.

Pike smiled at him. “I love you. In all the ways there are. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt. I feel bad for trying not to feel it for so long.”

He let out a staggering breath and pressed his forehead against hers again. His grip on her tightened, as if he felt more secure in holding her now. A little bit of that exorbitant confidence of his seemed to return. She was happy to be held by it. She loved confident Scanlan as much as she loved vulnerable insecure Scanlan, she realised.

“Why did you?” he asked her.

Pike had to think about that. She knew, of course, but it wasn’t easy for her to put things into words. She wasn’t sure she could say it in a way that he would really understand. “I was scared,” she said finally, “That I would lose you. Or me. I like me.”

He smiled at her, clearly endeared. “I like you too. I wouldn’t want to change you.”

“I know. I think I was just afraid I’d change anyway. That I would… I don’t know, that we would be worse off together. That we would harm each other, somehow. I don’t know. It doesn’t make any sense now. I’ve never been so sure that I was wrong. I shouldn’t have been afraid of you.”

“Or yourself,” he added.

“Or myself.”

“You’re pretty great.”

She laughed. “Why, thank you, Scanlan. You’re not so bad yourself.”

“I neve thought you’d love me,” he admitted.

Pike shook her head. “That’s what I mean. You underestimate yourself. Your worth. You’re really not as bad as you think you are.”

He looked away.

“You’re not,” she pressed, waiting for him to look at her again. He did, slowly. “You’re not,” she repeated softly. She smiled. “Although I’ll admit you’ve gotten a lot better since I met you.”

He nodded. “I like myself better now.”

“Well, I liked you all along. Before you liked yourself.”

He looked amazed at that. “I thought you sort of… I don’t know, liked me despite of me being me.”

“You are one insecure bread crumb.”

He laughed and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “You’re the cutest. I love you.”

Her heart soared at those words, growing so warm she thought there might be a sun exploding in her ribcage.

“I can’t believe I found you,” she whispered.

Scanlan pulled her closer, holding her in an embrace, his chin on her shoulder and her arms warm and secure around her body. “Me neither,” he said.

A cold drop of water fell onto Pike’s head. Then another. Another.

They hardly broke away from each other to look up at the sky and watch as it slowly started to rain. They looked at each other again, smiling. A raindrop fell on Pike’s nose and Scanlan kissed it away. She started laughing. He did too.

Then, she pulled out of his embrace and took his hand again, smiling at him in the dark.

“Come on. Let’s go home.”

“Yes, please,” he told her. And they walked on into the night.

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