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i know i’m constantly chewing drywall over shadowgast and it is because there’s so much to drive me insane there and i’m extremely fond of them and their batshit fire/mirror dynamic but if i even Think about essek’s induction to the mighty nein or his feelings toward and friendship with them i will lose my fucking mind
#thought about beau’s ‘fuck. i like him’ and yasha talking to him about loneliness and penance and him deferring to fjord when the tombtakers#showed up and veth working alongside him and caleb in his little wizard laboratory and also the veth essek anxiety drinking and the obvious#relief when caduceus enters a room and the way that caleb gave essek what molly gave him. mollymauk changed essek just as much as any of the#nein and does he even know it?#and of COURSE there’s the EVERYTHING about the insane wizard romance. but then i’ve saved jester for last because truly TRULY essek was only#ever able to become who he was by the end of the campaign because of her#essek thelyss is an interesting character for me for a number of reasons but maybe most of all because he’s sort of emblematic of who the#mighty nein are and how they interact with the world#practically every guest on c2 talks about how meeting this party of assholes changed their character decidedly for the better and yeah that#REALLY is who they are as a group#and it’s most obvious in jester and mollymauk#those two catalyzed positive change in the party itself throughout the course of the entire campaign. we don’t have a mighty nein without#them. but that becomes a key trait of the group as a whole#i like them a completely normal amount i promise#critical role#essek thelyss
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"And who are you?"
"Jester. That's all."
"Are you willing to carry this penance as well? For to hold onto these chains is to accept them. Do you love him this much?"
-Critical Role Campaign 2, Episode 108, "Traveler Con"
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The Sounds of Nightmares unofficial transcript
Chapter 2 - A Penance at the Bathouse
(created in collaboration with @queen0fm0nsterz !!!!!!)
Chapter 1
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[Click]
[Rewind sound]
OTTO: During our fourth session, developments in Noone’s case unearthed echoes of past failures. The girl recalled a familiar figure.
[Click, Otto plays the tape]
Recording of NOONE: “The Candleman stood before me, on the rooftop. He wore… a long filthy jacket. His presence… it reminded me of… when the tide goes out.”
[Click, Otto pauses the tape]
OTTO: An uncanny sense of deja-vu, for Noone has seemingly encountered my Cici’s [distorted] Ferryman. I thought him lost forever. Yet, if true, he’s somehow found a way back to where he began. And who is he? Some deranged bedlamite? A mutual dreaming savant, invading the nightmares of innocents? It seems absurd. All I know for certain is that I must dig deeper.
[tape rewinding]
[Intro plays]
[Various clicking]
OTTO: This is the Counselor, tape number 57, session number 4, patient number… Hm, patient Noone. [Tapping and shifting]
OTTO: I was presumptuous. Judgemental. Now I feel it’s paramount to prioritize Noone’s treatment over several other cases, due to demonstration of abnormal neurological faculties. [Shifting sounds] To dissent her further, today I’ll venture an unconventional method. [something electric is turned on]
[Beeping. Otto sighs]
OTTO: Admittedly dated, but this device should help attain further clarity.
[Beeping alts. Audio cuts]
[Steps, pages shuffling. Someone knocks on the door]
OTTO: (cheery) Please, come in!
[Door creaks open and closes]
OTTO: How are we doing today, Noone?
NOONE: Otto, what happens to a stone that has overcome its greatest fear?
OTTO: You’re… telling a joke?
NOONE: Yes, but I never got the punchline.
OTTO: I’ll have to think about that –
NOONE: Hey, look! A moth!
[Otto shifts to look]
NOONE: We went on vacation once, under my doctor’s advice. Swarms of moths gathered around that balcony each night. They fascinated me, their little ways! How they just… existed. I collected them in mum’s plastic jars.
OTTO: Well, this might be a good time to tell me about your mother.
NOONE: …I’d rather not. Mum didn’t share my enthusiasms for crawlies. But moths were my favorite, drawn to light under some kind of spell.
OTTO: Perhaps you see a bit of yourself in the moth. Vulnerable, caught in the spotlight. The fame you received after the cure –
NOONE: I don’t feel cured. At all.
OTTO: …You feel you’re still in the dark?
NOONE: Yes. But I like to try to fly towards the light.
OTTO: [Hum] Then let me be that guiding light. And eventually, together, we’ll leave your darkness behind.
NOONE: How you said that… reminds me of the place I visited.
OTTO: On your vacation?
NOONE: No. Last night, in my dream.
OTTO: Let’s make sure you’re comfortable before jumping in.
NOONE: Oh, I feel at ease. Calm even. Can I tell you about it?
OTTO: If you like, then I suppose you could –
NOONE, narrating: I awoke to wet air on a rooftop.
NOONE: Peeking over the ledge, I saw an ocean, stretching all the way to the horizon. On the nearest shore, giant fish-like contraptions crawled out from the waves, and from their mouths, plump men and women emerged. Faces hidden behind wooden masks, bodies tucked away beneath mucky brown robes. Some used sticks to labour up the long winding boardwalk leading from the beach to the lantern-lit market below.
[Bells and steps]
NOONE: Their destination was behind me. A distant, crooked bathhouse. A voice whispered, “Hey!”, and I turned to see a grubby, breathless boy stepping off a ladder. He dressed in tatty shorts and… shirt covered in pin badgers. He said,
JESTER, overlapping with NOONE: “Do you know a way out of here?”
NOONE: I told him I was equally lost, but he insisted on traveling together. He went on,
JESTER, (ov. with NOONE): “Other kids call me Jester, because I never run out of jokes. I can tell you some along the way!”
NOONE: I didn’t reply, so he blurted,
JESTER (ov. with NOONE): “Uhm, a man tells his friend to stop looking for the perfect match…”
NOONE: But, he stopped. I could tell he realized that parts of him… were missing. As if… just being here… [slimy, crawling sound] was changing him. I realized something too: my headache was gone. Jester yelled out,
JESTER (ov. with NOONE): “Oh! He tells him to… use a lighter!”
[Otto interrupts the narration]
OTTO: Then this boy was the impetus for your joke! [Shifting] You met a child in your nightmare prior, but this one sounds far more… normal.
NOONE: He looked like the kids from school, only… kinder. The ones at school teased me. Well, until I fell ill. After the water sickness, the same children who made me dread walking through these rotten gates began sucking up. But I’ve always been the same me.
NOONE: Funny. I feel less me now than before.
OTTO: Children can be cruel. I had my share of tormentors in adolescence.
NOONE: Really?
OTTO: It’s regrettably common. [Shifting] Tell me what happened next.
NOONE, narrating: Jester pulled my arm. “Look”, he said, pointing me to long planks of wood laid down like bridges between the rooftops. …Other children had traveled this path before.
OTTO: Other children? [Otto writing]
NOONE: The walkways had been placed there. They were too narrow for those swollen adults below. It must have been other children, and Jester – he was real too. [Writing] I felt his presence just as I feel yours here in this room. [Pause] Could that… be the dream sharing you spoke of?
OTTO: Let’s not leap to assumptions. Go on. The planks?
[Pause. Sounds of slow steps on wood]
NOONE, narrating: We carefully walked each one, building to building. [Steps on terrain and wood, as well as faint bells] Below, the masked figures continued their walk too. Every now and then, a traveler would leave their place in line to take goods from the many merchants who’d offered all manner of soaps and perfumes. Their flowery smells mixed with… the fishy stench, pouring from the chimneys of the bathhouse…
[walking and bells continue]
NOONE: When we reached our final building, our only option was to head down the long ladder, sneaking around the side into an alleyway below. Jester was the nervous sort, so, I did my best to stir his courage and asked, [overlapping] “Have you another joke?”, and he replied,
JESTER (ov. with NOONE): “Oh, right! What happens to a stone that has overcome its greatest fear?”
NOONE: And there it was again. That… lost look. Like granny used to get. I asked him, [overlapping] “You don’t remember?” And Jester simply said,
JESTER (ov. with NOONE): “I’ll know it by the time I reach the bottom.”
NOONE: But, before I could follow… something called out from across the rooftop. A muddled voice, and then… I saw him. That man with- the impossible face. The same one from the room of glass jars, the – I can never focus on him!
[Narration stops]
OTTO: Noone, I need you to recall fine details.
NOONE: I told you!
OTTO: Especially when speaking of persons you’ve seen multiple times. Recurrence implies significance.
NOONE: He’s a… broken mirror. Or a photograph all torn up. Impossible to piece back together.
OTTO: I have something. [Otto gets up from his chair, steps] A magic glue for your mind.
[Steps, shifting, Otto sets the device up. Beeping and buzzing.]
NOONE: I don’t want to wear that.
OTTO: (immediately) You must. If you cannot remember specifics then I cannot help you. I must know about this mystery figure, I… simply must.
[Shifting]
NOONE: Um… Alright then.
[Noone puts on the device. Everything except Noone’s voice becomes slightly muffled]
NOONE: [pause] A pendant?
OTTO: This belonged to someone very important. Gazing into its spiral always gave me relief. I found it can be used to offer my patients that same relief through hypnotherapy… which will help you remember this, um…
NOONE: The Candleman. It’s my name for him.
[Shifting]
OTTO: I’d like you to gaze into the spiral. Watch it sway, back and forth. Back, and forth. Fall into the endless turning of the pattern within. As you drift away, drift back into dreaming. Drift into a world coming clearer.
NOONE: Y-Yes… I see.
OTTO: Then, tell me of… the Candleman.
NOONE, narrating: …The candleman stood before me. On the rooftop. [Faint, low breathing] He wore… a long filthy jacket. His presence…. it reminded me of… when the tide goes out. And his face… it moved beneath his hat. Like soup. Bits and pieces rising and sinking. Wait… I can see a little better now.
NOONE: H-His eyes… are long slits. Skin-rough, sagging… like melting wax. He didn’t speak, but somehow I knew. The Candleman wanted me to open myself. To this place. Yes, he has for a while now. Every night.
OTTO: (muffled) Every night?
NOONE: Oh. I can see it all. A web. He’s… been with me this whole time. Watching. Observing. Waiting…
OTTO: What does he want?
NOONE: I don’t know… [muffled yelling] Someone shouting. I turn to look,
OTTO: I’d like to keep talking about-
NOONE: No! When I turn back, the Candleman was gone. I-I rush to the ladder [Dream!Noone running, clunk]. At the bottom stood a- wart-covered brute with filthy arms. He must have broken away from the boardwalk, and something hung in his hand, flapping l-like a fish. He headed to the Bathhouse and… something told me to follow.
[clanking]
NOONE: As I climb down the ladder, I passed by an open shop window, and poked my head inside. The merchant… spoke in- a raspy voice, [overlapping] “What’s your pleasure?” A desperate moan came from the customer, and he said [overlapping whisper] “Suds. To cleanse this profound skin.” And then… the merchant lifted- a bottle of pink liquid, and said “This will ease your pain.”
[Dream!Noone continues climbing down, lands]
NOONE: A-at the bottom of the ladder, Jester wasn’t there, so… I set off, making my way through- the overgrowth, that had eaten up the land around the Bathhouse.
[plants rustling]
NOONE: Until, I reached some vines, crawling up a fogged window.
[Window being opened, Dream!Noone entering and landing on the floor]
NOONE: I was in some kind of- store closet. [water dripping] The shelves were lined with… cleaning chemicals, and… brushes and buckets. The stink of bleach stung my eyes, so I rush through the door.
[heavy door opening, echoey bath splashing]
NOONE: A room with shallow pools. And the same polluted taste in the air, as the stream by our apartment.
OTTO: [writing, muffled] Water parasite preoccupation-
NOONE, Not narrating: (distressed) Something lives on. Even after the cure! Pinching my skin, pulling my organs, my head’s like- cracked pavement and my scalp is- itchy!- So itchy- urgh!!!
OTTO: Enough! Enough scratching.
[Beeping, clicking as Otto unstraps the device. Beeping powers down, audio is clearer]
OTTO: (comforting) Noone, listen. There’s nothing on you. Nothing inside, either. It’s only you and me, and nothing else.
[Two pops. Earplugs are removed, Noone gasps, audio is completely clear]
OTTO: It’s alright. You’re back. Safe and sound, as promised.
NOONE: …Did…did it work? Were details glued back together?
OTTO: Some. Though many pieces are still missing… and this continual mention of headaches concerns me. I’ll look into possible causes and see what can be done. For now; the Bathhouse, you were inside, right?
NOONE, narrating: Yes. And, there was steam hung in the air, making it hard to see anything but… shapes. The shapes of… Bathers, unrobed and- unmasked. Some levered away, some crouched in the water, others huffed the sauna steam. The biggest… sat scrubbing himself with… [child struggling] with something that appeared alive.
[distant splash, more struggling noises, scrubbing]
NOONE: Creeping through the steam, I hid behind a bucket [splash, child whines, growly mumbling] The big one… was before me, [Child yelling, growly voice] barely resembling a human. His- body was… raw and brown, and he rapidly repeated “Divide the grime from the divine” over and over. I suddenly realized wha- [splash, Jester struggling] who… the creature was scrubbing with.
NOONE: [Jester yells, scrubbing] It was poor Jester, sobbing and thrashing for his life. S-Stumbling in horror, I… I slipped on the slimey [squeak] tile and-
[all background noise stops]
NOONE: The whole room went silent, as they turned their heads… and began a haunting chant.
NOONE: (overlapping whisper) “Cleanse her, cleanse her!” Voices piled as their shapes stood and staggered into view, th-their bodies scrubbed into- raw spectacles, there was nothing I could do for Jester! So, I- I picked myself up, and ran for the door, but it was shut tight! [door clicking, whispers get louder] The Bathers drew near, arms reaching out, [more struggling] my hands grazed a crevice on the wall, which- which I slip- through just in time.
[Whispers stop, door clattering, Dream!Noone breathing hard]
NOONE: There I stood in the storeroom, once more. The window was open [knocks on the door]- my one chance to escape. I climbed the shelves, [jars clinking] avoiding the jars and containers that filled the room with chemical stink.
[knock, door breaks down]
NOONE: Glancing back, I saw the monster, standing in the broken door frame- Jester’s limp body under his arm.
[clanking]
NOONE: His… wart-covered hand reached up, [Growl, Dream!Noone yelps] grabbing my leg, violently pulling me away, [shelf creaks] and all I could do was reach in hope, [creak] my hands grasped a jar full of white liquid, [creak, yelp] and as he ripped me down-
[Entire shelf breaks]
NOONE: The jar followed.
[Glass breaks, Bather roars & groans. Everything goes quiet]
NOONE: The liquid covered him, head to toe, unleashing a cloud of gas that burned the very air, washing over me, sending me into darkness. …A strange satisfaction came from melting down that vile man. I wasn’t like that moth, searching for the light. I was quite… happy, surrounded by the dark.
NOONE, finishing: Soon enough… I was back here. In the Copy.
OTTO: …Hmm… A more intense, personally-rooted conflict this time, a desire to be clean- perhaps to wash away memories of an invasive experience that your anxiety is fixated on. Yet, what bemuses me is your insistence on actuality; claiming material presence of others, and environment.
NOONE: But, didn’t you say I could be sharing dreams?
OTTO: Yes, but that’s a different phenomenon. We must prescribe further research. I will need to begin nightly tests and observations to aid in reaching differential diagnosis.
NOONE: Experiments! Do we have to, Otto?
OTTO: They’ll help you feel better! And that’s what you want, isn’t it?
NOONE: …Well… yes. Of all things, it’s the sound of mum saying “Ni-night” I miss most.
[shifting as both get up]
OTTO: The stone becomes a little boulder!
NOONE: Pardon?
OTTO: The answer! To Jester’s joke! It’s an old one.
NOONE: (whispering) The stone becomes a little boul… Oh, [giggle]
OTTO: Now, before you pop off to bed, [ceramic scrape] pick out another colorful delight for being such a good girl.
[ceramic click, wrapper crinkling]
OTTO: Sweets, for my sweet.
[Click]
[Outro plays]
#little nightmares#the sounds of nightmares#tson#Otto#Noone#Ferryman#ln otto#ln noone#ln ferryman#the ferryman#THANK YOU SO MUCH QUEEN0FM0NSTERZ#ln#Graaahhh ROLLS ON THE FLOOR#FERRYMAN LORE!!! HE'S HERE!!!#FREE FROM A SINGLE PAINTING AND UNFINISHED COMICS#transcript#the sounds of nightmares transcript
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Very Well, if your no longer writing the Pale Jester AU, you could at least give it a kind of ending......
Let me start out by saying this:
I am thrilled that you were inspired by this AU to such a degree that you went and created an entire world of your own. I absolutely love it when I can be the catalyst to that spark of creativity that drives you to express yourself to the world and find people who share that same fervor
However
Hollow Knight no longer gives me that spark. Its still genuinely one of my favorite games and the Pale Jester AU is perhaps one the best stories i've ever created, but it would be a disservice to force an ending for the sake of it having an ending. The Jester King needs a proper and nuanced arc that requires an amount of time, energy, and investment that I currently do not have.
I might come back to this AU and its concepts. Sometime in the future, my muse will drag me back to the complex themes of a King finding solace in being reduced to a literal Fool of himself as penance for failing his kingdom.
but this is such a fucking rude thing to say dude :/
if you respected me as an artist and not a content creator you mightve realized that going ahead and saying "i wrote an ending for you :)" and trying to guilt trip me into continuing a story I have waning passion for would drain the rest of that passion
Thank you for enjoying the AU so much that you would stand up for it, but I do not care for how much you have taken me for granted.
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New Beanish OC alert!!! :0
If you're interested, here's what I got figured out of their backstory and junk down below:
Keeharl was born with a gift, at first unknown to them or their parents. They had many strange abilities such as being able to communicate with all living creatures, and more that Keeharl would find out about later in life. For a very long time the extent to their abilities was unknown, and most bewildering, neither of their parents held any of the same abilities. No signs of magic. So when Keeharl's parents did find out about them their expectations were set high for their little Beanish.
They pushed them to become a part of the royal guard, thinking that their magic could do some good for the kingdom's defenses. But Keeharl never found interest in any of that, no, their gaze fell upon the joys that were tv, cartoons, circus shows, theater, and so on. Keeharl wanted to create laughter, not violence. But their parents persevered, pulling their attention away from the big screen (both metaphorically and literally) and once more pushed him to be a knight.
Sign ups for Keeharl went about as well as you would expect for someone who had a relatively sedimentary life. It all went horribly for them at first, but then something clicked in their mind. Recalling back to all the times they had watched cartoons about heroes and warriors, astoundingly using entertainment as reference improved their performance greatly. They wormed their way into knighthood, and yet it was still a job they didn't much care for. They used their position in hopes of seeing if they couldn't get closer to the royal court. To see if they couldn't work their way into the position of court jester.
It never happened, nay. Left working a job they didn't want at the top of their class. Until what became a dooming event for most became a miracle for them. (this is where it goes into hc M&L history territory) During the big war between the Green Beanish and the Vampiric Beanish, Keeharl had come face to face with the ancient Dragohoho that laid waste to half of Oho Oasis' ocean and made what we know as Teehee Valley. To their dismay fancy swords don't do much for giant ancient dragons, and they were one of the first to fall. More specifically they had gotten much too close and was swiftly eaten.
Their armor had protected them for so long, but being weary they had collapsed for some time. When they awoke they were still alive and in the belly of the beast. using their magic they forced the Dragohoho to laugh until it's stomach hurt, causing it to cough up Keeharl. Reasonably the Dragohoho was confused and bewildered, but was quickly replaced by frustration. With some scrapes and some impressive acrobatics Keeharl managed to survive the dragon's wrath long enough to communicate with them and convince them to talk.
As it turns out the Dragohoho was tired of the racket the war was making and wanted to try and disrupt it. It expressed feelings of disgust, as the Green Beanish were repeating what had happen to its kind as well. Pushing them into hiding so they could expand, deeming them dangerous. It's kind is rarely ever seen, and hardly has the room to grow. Keeharl saw this as a once and a life time opportunity. After all they were sick of their job as a knight. They struck a deal. If they can form a partnership the Dragohoho would get their penance, and Keeharl would finally be able to get the spotlight they so desperately desired.
Their bond grew over the years, Keeharl and the dragon. they've even babysat for the little hatchling once or twice. The years passed with them being thought dead, only to rear their heads years later with a new gig. After befriending many a beasty, making their own weapons and devices, and honing their magic, they appear every now and then to wreak havoc on towns and villages for their own entertainment. Masking themselves and taking up the name Hecklensnyde, they commit acts of destruction with circus acts, monsters, and magic tricks. One of their favorites is using the Beanish's most precious things against them: laughter. They force their enemies to laugh so hard that they become virtually immobilized, unable to do anything else and watch as they destroy without rhyme or reason. No goal in mind, just their on whims.
In the end they're just a Beanish so far gone in their own delusion, living out what they saw behind a glass screen in hopes of achieving their own game of cat and mouse. All just for a farce. Awaiting a hero come and stop them. for as whimsically uncaring as they may seem, at least they're still nice to the beasts they befriended. They might as well be one their selves. Perhaps, it's a message about changing the formality... perhaps not.
#ruckis vandalizes#mario and luigi rpg#beanish oc#keeharl#smb#mario oc#art#artists on tumblr#digital drawing
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okay i didn’t want to spam so here’s a compiled first part of all my thoughts while watching the astrid supercut:
in the scene when caleb accidentally calls jester astrid while dancing, jester tells him that she’s sure astrid still loves him very much when she tucks caleb into bed. i forgot about this part 🥺
liam losing his shit while nott and jester are writing the forged letter to astrid was very funny. also honestly this scene was super sweet; nott and jester talk about how they’re only doing it because they think she’ll remind him of better times (lol) and make him happier
i’d also forgotten about the bit in the scene where caleb describes astrid as handsome (briefly confusing jester) and jester asks if she had a good nose or something and caleb says yeah, she has the best, "for me" 🥺🥺🥺 (and also honestly him and jester are super cute in this scene)
when nott first mentions the letter to caleb and he asks her, upset, if he had given her the impression that he had fond connections with his past, and she says yes! of her!!
when nott and jester talk to caleb at length about the letter and they’re so gentle when he seems obviously upset that nott might’ve told jester about his past... it’s just so sweet to me. and then caleb says “for a while she was the one, but that was a long time ago” and breaks my heart
anyway do y’all ever think about what caleb would’ve done if it had actually been astrid in the dungeon of penance. would he have saved her? would he have left her for dead?
it is genuinely getting to me so bad that there’s almost 50 whole minutes of this supercut before we ever even meet her .. before he meets her again ... she haunts this story for SEVENTY+ episodes before she finally gets to speak ...
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@nightmarecountry : The dogs and the cramped dark are gone as soon as his eyes open, fading as fast as any dream. They leave no details, no memory, only a sense of having been in great despair and danger. Nikodemus is awake again. Awake and safe and breathing--
--but not alone.
A familiar figure leans in the doorway, its lips parted, its tongue running over gleaming teeth. Unlike Nikodemus' own unsettling smile, the Corinthian's is all charm, at least tonight. Compared to him, it looks downright human. It takes a deep, slow breath, sighs it out with a pleased hum. Smelling him, no doubt.
"Bad dream?"
Nikodemus startles awake, gasp and blood tang on his tongue, lain tangled in the sheets of a decadent bed. It's cold, wet, dark and he is dying - until he isn't. Surrounded by opulence and splendour, he wrestles against damp silk like a thing entrapped, wrenching from it half-man, half-feral animal.
His slurred senses take their sweet time detecting the intruder, recognizing silhouette, color, the shape of a terrible smile, yet he still regards Corinth like a threat display - eyes lit like embers, maw panting, the ink of Nehebkau curling infarctingly around his neck, fending off noose, blade, a set of teeth. Only deep deathly danger can leave him like this. He dislikes it when dreams manage. When that loathsome, meddlesome blond thing manages.
Like a flipswitch, Nikodemus' chest heaves one last aborted gasp that staccatos into a chuckle and he leans back down, suddenly limp and heavy-lidded again. To appraise the Corinthian - jester come to boast about his joke. Perhaps to be appraised in turn, displayed as he is. The intent is moot, however, when the mood has soured thusly. The Necromancer stretches out shiver-sore, sleep-stiff limbs, sucks in air through his teeth and tsks.
"Very bad."
The animalistic bared teeth have arranged into a smile now. All danger still, if one knows where to look (- and he knows Corinthian knows). Voice measured, still strained from lack of air and dangerously low, Nikodemus practically purrs. Saccharine. His hands itch to press into a weak spot in return for the offense - fashion teeth into bloody gums, lips to crooked stitchwork. Corinthian had torn his eye sockets out for grabbing his throat once; perhaps he should strangle him.
"I'm sure you didn't mean to..."
He raises an arm, extends it languidly. Beckoning. The implications are clear. Here is opportunity for penance. Do not squander it now.
#𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 ‒ nikodemus ║ IN CHARACTER#nightmarecountry.#oldie but goodie#they can make each other so much worse#feral on feral crime
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Found your Sleuth Jesters au through art and started reading...yesterday?
Anyway point is, that parts one through three really eased me in and I didn't see part four and five coming. Very much a situation of, "aww, what a cute and slightly spicy cops and robbers au!" While future chapters loomed silently behind me wielding weapons labeled in glitter pen. (Identity angst, consequences, good world building, whatever suits your fancy.)
But man. The way you built up the fear (perceived certainty) of rejection and guilt in the later chapters so that it colored every single one of the Vigilante's interactions with the Detectives, even the previously safe or comforting ones, raises the tension and hurt deliciously slow. Like mourning a future that hasn't died yet and being left unable to enjoy the present. I did not miss the parallels between Sun talking about confession timing and Moon's rooftop request. (I get why Y/N didn't notice the intended subject, deadly combo of denial and habit, but I still wanted to throttle them a little.)
I'd have to say your characterization, pacing, and character interactions are your strongest points in this series. Each character has a distinct personality, history, and motivation that drives them and it only gets clearer when the story unravels and you become more familiar with each of them. The pacing helps keep the stakes and skills in balance while never slacking it's grip on the reader's attention, not even during the "down time" parts where it feels like relief. It's clear you've put a lot of effort and love into the series as a whole. ;)
And just one more thing (insert Columbo reference here)...when Eclipse asked about the whole vigilante shtick it wasn't just about "making a difference" was it? It was also a kind of penance that the reader feels they'll never pay off. A combination of "this will be more effective/worthwhile than turning myself in because it's like community service! Except I actually get to put my skills to good use!" and "I really don't want to go to jail just to sit and stew in my guilt until they finally decide my death will somehow pay for all the crimes of a group I've already killed." Freedom was definitely a bonus though huh?
Welp...have a good day? And thanks for sharing your works! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧
(putting this here instead of on AO3 because I forgot and had to go to bed.)
I'm turning into a puddle over this, rn, just ahhh!!! Thank you so much!! This means the world to me ♥ ♥ ♥
Vigilante!Y/N is definitely making up for the lost time with their vigilantism! Jail/submitting to the law is never really one of their main concerns, so definitely didn't really care to consider turning themselves in lol, but they do want to make amends with their morality. They know they can help this city by fighting for it, and not fighting within and further escalating the rot that's taken over. Their hatred is a weapon and finally, they've turned it onto the ones who deserve it for not doing better to help this city.
#compliments that make me cry (out of joy)#sleuth jesters#so many amazing thoughts/observations/analysis ahhhh!!!!#gobbling this up like it's apple pie
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The Sounds of Nightmares spoilers below. Sharing my thoughts/reviewing it.
A Penance at the Bathhouse
Episode 2 begins with Otto again mentioning someone he knew from his own past (Cici)
Noone is in a lot more chipper in the beginning of the session here, coming into therapy asking about a joke. After, she mentions her mom in the past tense, which really doubles down to me that her mom is dead.
Otto mentions Noone is famous for being cured of the water sickness, but Noone is more interested in talking about her dreams.
Noone mentions “giant fishlike contraptions” emerging from the ocean, with plump guests. It definitely gives off Maw vibes. Especially the lost boy, Jester, who is quite a jokester. For some reason reminded me of RK.
Poor Noone mentions being bullied in the real world (until she got the water sickness, then she became popular), but they get back to talking about the nightmares. She mentions that other kids had walked the same path she was in her dream. The city she’s in sounds like… the 2017 comic city, maybe? Though they might’ve been decanonized?
She mentions seeing the Ferryman(?) again (she calls him “the candle man”, so it could be someone else), then Otto straight up hypnotizes her (seemingly for his own personal reasons, Noone isn’t a fan of it.)
I’m honestly not sure what the deal with Jester and the bathhouse is. Maybe a representation of Noone’s discomfort with water after the water sickness? That’s my guess on it. Water sickness might possibly be some sort of parasite, rather than a disease like I had thought in the first episode? Otto sort of implies this, too (actively relistening as I type this). Jester could be a representation of Noone’s happy side, being used by a monster for it’s own purpose.
The whole “sweets for my sweet” thing is still kind of suspicious to me. Let me know if you guys have any thoughts on any of this
#the sounds of nightmares#spoilers#ln spoilers#little nightmares spoilers#ooc: mod tag#a penance in the bathhouse#episode 2
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Popular Pairing List Update
The following pairings have more than 10 recent posts in their pairing tag, and are therefore too popular to be posted on Rarepair Thursdays:
Alex Cabot x Olivia Benson (Law & Order: SVU)
Alex Vause x Piper Chapman (Orange Is The New Black)
Bonnie Bennett x Nora Hildegard (The Vampire Diaries)
Camina Drummer x Naomi Nagata (The Expanse)
Debbie Eagan x Ruth Wilder (GLOW)
Enid Sinclair x Wednesday Addams (Wednesday)
Franki x Taylor Bloom (Love Classified)
Jade Claymore x Kit Tanthalos (Willow)
Jess McCready x Lupe Garcia (Amazon A League Of Their Own)
Katya x Sofia (Goncharov)
Mace Brown x Marie Schmidt (The 355)
Malini x Priya (The Jasmine Throne)
Mariah Copeland x Tessa Porter (The Young And The Restless)
Mon x Sam (GAP)
Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff (Marvel Cinematic Universe)
Neopolitan x Yang Xiao Long (RWBY)
Nora Grace x Viri Gómez (Skam Spain)
The following pairings have been posted less frequently recently, and have therefore been removed from the popular pairing list:
Abigail x Tallie (The World to Come)
Adena El Amin x Kat Edison (The Bold Type)
Alex Nunez x Paige Michalchuk (Degrassi: The Next Generation)
Amalia True x Penance Adair (The Nevers)
Andromache of Scythia x Quỳnh (The Old Guard)
Arizona Robbins x Callie Torres (Grey’s Anatomy)
Audrey Jensen x Emma Duval (MTV Scream)
Aurora x Mulan (Once Upon A Time)
Bella Swan x Rosalie Hale (Twilight)
Caroline Forbes x Valerie Tulle (The Vampire Diaries)
Charity Dingle x Vanessa Woodfield (Emmerdale)
Christina Braithwhite x Ruby Baptiste (Lovecraft Country)
Dana x Rachel (Mythic Quest)
Dawn Solano x Wickie Roy (Girls5eva)
Dot Campbell x Fatin Jadmani (The Wilds)
Emily Prentiss x Jennifer Jareau (Criminal Minds)
Fran x Marla Grayson (I Care A Lot)
Jeong Seo-hyeon x Suzy Choi (Mine)
Jester Lavorre x Yasha Nydoorin (Critical Role)
Kate Kane x Sophie Moore (Batwoman)
Kelly x Yorkie (Black Mirror)
Mencía Blanco Commerford x Rebeka Parrilla (Elite)
Namaari x Raya (Raya and the Last Dragon)
Weiss Schnee x Yang Xiao Long (RWBY)
#femslashrevolution#femslash revolution#sapphic#femslash#wlw#lesbian#bisexual#mod post#popular pairing list#Rarepair Thursdays
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ORTHODOXIA - English Lyrics
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I
The Holy Priestess once said
that "True salvation's at hand
for those willing to repent
and make amends"
Bear the cross, born again,
and praise your God earnestly
In your room, in your den
send your prayers honestly
So offer all of your gaze
and offer all of your pays
and offer all of your days
to worship your one true Lord
Ecstascy, misery
You throw them helplessly
All for a singular remedy?
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The heard of the antics flocked and riddled the streets
In search for "life" that would valuate their hollow deeds
"Righteousness" comes second, third, or just nullified
For them, their "wishes" are well and justified
Do you truly think withered trees will regrow on day three
They're nothing more but myths as far as eyes could perceive
False heresy so easily go by, like this:
"Oh, my! Oh, my! I've told another lie!"
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Reff I:
Steal all your lives away
Prey on the hopes and dreams of the stray
And this desire to trample on those
Who are less fortunate is here to stay
(Devote - Devote - Devote)
In the end, this pitiful world
is not so impressive after all
So take up your idols that you flatter oh so dearly
For righteous teachings bear no meaning left
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II
The Holy Priestess once said
that "True salvation's a farce
and those poor souls who believed
are akin to lost dolls"
Even so, stand again,
and praise your God earnestly
In your room, in your den
send your prayers honestly
So offer all of your gaze
and offer all of your pays
and offer all of your days
to worship your one true Lord
Jealousy, malady
They cast them eagerly
All for their beckoning anthropy
===
The heard of the antics flocked and riddled the streets
In search for "life" that would valuate their hollow deeds
"Righteousness" comes second, third, or just nullified
For me, their "penance" are all but justified
Do you truly think dried out lakes will refill on day three
They're nothing more but a hedonist's bleak vanity
Even so, you lot misread you own belief
"I can't help but to smile so cheerfully"
The heard of fanatics barged in with their desperate eyes
Their frantic cries stormed the skies, they pry and die
The church messenger stood on the pedestal
"Hearsay, I say, let's all kneel down and pray"
The heard of fanatics barged in with their desperate eyes
Their frantic cries stormed the skies, they pry and die
The church lone jester laugh from the pedestal
"Oh, my! Oh, my! It seems I've lost my mind!"
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Reff II:
Steal all your lives away
Prey on the hopes and dreams of the stray
And this desire to trample on those
Who are less fortunate is here to stay
(Distrust - Distrust - Distrust)
In the end, humanity's worth
is not so impressive after all
So take up your burden that shall last for all eternity
For righteous teachings bear no meaning left
===
Interlude:
Steal precious lives away
Feed on the bread and wine of the stray
And this desire to trample on those
Who are less fortunate is here to stay
Then, this concept called "love"
is not so impressive after all?
"We've had enough with your lies,
O disdained king of flies"
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Reff III:
Steal all your lives away
Prey on the hopes and dreams of the stray
And this desire to trample on those
Who are less fortunate is here to stay
(Disdain - Disdain - Disdain)
Ah, this miserable end
is my true karma after all
So take up your idols that you flatter oh so dearly
For your simple, worthless life that you live oh so freely
and the burden of your sins that shall last for eternity
For righteous teachings bear no meaning left
This is my iteration for an English singable lyrics for one of my favorite Vocaloid song.
Free use with credit.
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DAY 5 - Blood Loss (Bounty Hunter & Flagellant)
There were infinite ways to kick the bucket in that Light-forsaken hamlet. From monsters to madness, from illness to the medicine for said illness. Yes, there were plenty, imaginative ways to go.
Tardif wanted none, but he had to admit that it was morbidly fascinating to watch the others go, one by one. Mangled bodies from skirmishes with unspeakable horrors deserved special study, so that Tardif would know how to avoid the same fate. Bloated corpses in the Sanitarium prompted interviews with the caretakers and the resident dodgy plague doctor so that Tardif would know what medicine he wouldn’t want in his body.
Of course, Tardif knew that all his paranoid precautions wouldn’t save his skin - being on top of his game would, watching his back would, minding his business would, prizing his skin would. Tardif would never risk himself for another, and he lived in peace knowing that nobody would risk themselves for him - which was just peachy and would save him a lot of debts.
Then one day Damian barged in Tardif’s life and threw all of his careful plans and self-preservation agenda out the window. The fool kept “””helping””” him, as he called drawing blood on himself and maiming his body and preaching and overall being an immense nuisance. The problem was that, by grace of whatever blood magic Damian could perform, he did save Tardif’s life a couple of times - which meant a debt, and Tardif knew better than owing someone. So he went through the trouble of saving Damian twice as well, namely by hauling his near bloodless and lifeless body out of those dungeons.
The next thing Tardif knew, that had become routine between them.
But Damian didn’t need saving just during expeditions into the blighted bowels of the hamlet or its cursed surroundings, like Tardif came to learn.
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Damian, like Tardif, didn’t sleep in the barracks with the other mercenaries. Damian, like Tardif, didn’t mingle with the other sorry souls that sought whatever fancied their broken minds in that estate.
Damian locked himself in a dark, cold cell tucked away in that decrepit abbey that watched over the wretched hamlet with broken windows for soulless eyes. He told Tardif once that was where he prayed, where he performed his flagellant duties, where he centred himself and cleansed his soul and mind after having contact with the sins of the world - namely, after preaching to the hamlet, to the other mercenaries, and there was this one time he tried to preach in the brothel and was forcefully removed from the premises.
Admittedly, Damian was entertaining. So whenever he went missing for longer than a day, Tardif went to the abbey to drag him outside.
By now, Tardif was already used to the oppressive feeling from the abbey, to the ominous silence that filled the empty building, to the sick light of the greasy, dirty candles at the altar. By now, Tardif already knew the way to the penance halls. And yet, Tardif was still creeped out by the hooded monks that moved in the shadows, like they were shadows themselves and not the luminous servants of the Holy Light that they claimed to be.
Damian’s cell was the last at the end of the dark corridor, where the cold seeping from the worn dark stones pooled with malice, intending on causing maximum discomfort. Tardif wasn’t a superstitious man, but some of the beliefs of his people had stayed with him and as he headed for the massive, closed door at the end of the corridor, he couldn’t help but shiver with the unease this particular corner of the abbey caused him.
“Damian!” Tardif barked, banging the door with a closed fist. “The jester is at it again, come preach against his songs or something.”
Usually, Damian responded to the other mercenaries’ behaviour being sold out like a bloodhound picking a trail. But this time, there was no response. There wasn’t even the sound of his horrid flail punishing his flesh for the salvation of a world that, in Tardif’s humble opinion, just didn’t deserve saving.
“Damian?” he called again, but to no avail. The door could only be open from the inside if it was locked, and Damian made it a point of always locking the door. Scowling behind his helmet, Tardif took his axe from its scabbard and, without hesitation, he drove the blade into the thick oak wood of the door. It was an affront to the blade, but he had to soften the wood first before kicking the door near the lock.
Finally, he managed to kick the door open and the wood broke away from the lock. He strode into the cell, looking around the cramped space. There was only a lonely torch on the wall, and the dark stone was splattered with layers of blood. The flickering light was just enough to show a bloody trail from the centre of the room and leading to a wall, where Damian was slumped against the wall, his bloodied fail abandoned on the cobblestones next to him.
Tardif had seen Damian like this before, in the dungeons, after performing his blood magic; but Tardif had never seen Damian like this when there were no enemies surrounding them.
“Idiot fool…” Tardif grunted under his breath, approaching Damian quickly and kneeling by his side. With disdain, he removed Damian’s stupid collar and the cowl that covered his head, and under the weak light of the torch, Damian’s clammy, pale face seemed to glow. His breathing was shallow and quick. His eyes were shut, but when Tardif shook him by the shoulder and his head lolled back, one of Damian’s blue eyes fluttered open, unfocused.
“... the hell did you get in, brute?” Damian slurred:
“By the window,” Tardif grunted in reply, wrapping Damian’s arm over his shoulders and then standing, pulling Damian along with effort. The place where he had been leaning against the wall was washed in blood, glittering ominously under the weak light of the torch. The sight turned Tardif’s stomach when nothing else did, and he couldn’t bring himself to see what new horrors Damian had brought upon his own back.
“ ‘m tired, lea’me alone…” Damian grunted, leaning his weight to Tardif’s side. He was shivering with cold, and when Tardif took a step forward, Damian followed weakly.
“How long have you been at that?” Tardif asked, manoeuvring himself and Damian through the door - but he was no longer helping Damian to walk, he was dragging the flagellant along. Damian was being surprisingly cooperative, which… was worrying.
“Since… Matins…?” Damian slurred, uncertain.
That was all Tardif needed to know that Damian had been washing away the sins of others with his blood since the previous day. How Damian still had blood to bleed, Tardif didn’t know.
But he hated the Light for the curse it had cast over the only person Tardif would call a friend.
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23 n 69 pen ☺️
time to write a mountain of text for my stupid jester
23. how do they feel about nicknames, titles, or labels that have been given to them? how do they feel about their name?
heh . pen l o ved his title growing up even if it wasnt like Real Or Anything. baby pen wld keep tacking on nouns to the end of it to make it longer bc he thought he sounded more important that way lol. once he was like Officially the court jester of tarbyen it was after momleft time so like . feelsbad yfm. he likes his title rn being the court jester of the lady of delights even if she doesnt have a real court or anything bc shes in divinity jail. he felt weird still using his old title after his exile but she gave him real one again >:) the party is the only ppl who have called him pen before and he thinks its cute! he likes camil too it just feels like a specialname for specialpurposes you know!! when he was little he used to dream abt his name being camilla and hed have honorifics in front of it etc etc gendermoments. cammy is a silly nickname that was like . what his mom used to call him and apparently his dad too when he was a baby bc tomaz kept saying it?? and also mikolai he would call him cammy a lot . i think its Really Funny that ori knows his baby nickname now . power. bunny is like Most Special Nickname and only his mom has ever called him that and yeah its just Special.
69. how would they describe their party members?
Here We Go
chantrelle- Little Bronther. not even going to lie like the reason why their relationship is strained rn is bc like. dad time. pen is just rlly envious that chantys had him his whole life . but he wont communicate this bc hes a stubborn bitxh. pens just be like What If Im Mean On Purpose To Make People Hate Me So I Dont Have To Talk About My Complex Emotions Surrounding Them
dyma- scary pirate lady . pen doesnt know how to like approach her with alba gone. he knows like the only reason shes here in the first place is because of him and her mental health like Does Not Seem To Be Doing Great and pen doesnt know how to fix it.
klement- klement and pen are Really Different but also like . pen sees himself in klem esp like . pen after just getting out of the dominion and everything. like klems learning self agency moments is a big game recognize game bc pen was there and Is Still There. dominion bitxhes be like
ori- Ori Is The Most Important Person In Pens Life Lol. he also believes she should be able to choose who lives and who dies and have powers. he just like . trusts her blindly and feels safe with her and believes in her more than he believes in anything , like even the lady. hed trade anything for her safety bc he thinks her life matters more than his 🥰 and thats on his subconscious nobility complex lets go king
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the deity demanding "why do you cry for this one?" and jester crying "because he's my friend!” and the deity asking "are you willing to carry this penance as well? to hold on to these chains is to accept them. do you love him this much?" and jester looking at artagan and looking to fjord… and ARTAGAN KICKING JESTER OFF OF AND AWAY FROM HIM SO SHE STAYS SAFE (bonus: caleb casting feather fall on jester and fjord and beau grabbing yasha's hand)
#annemarie watches critical role#critical role#jester lavorre#jester#the traveler#artagan#jester x fjord#fjord x jester#fjorester#fjord#caleb widogast#caleb#beauregard lionett#beauregard#beau#yasha nydoorin#yasha#beau x yasha#yasha x beau#beauyasha#traveler con#the mighty nein
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Artistic Licence
Rating: G
Relationships: Caleb/Essek
Summary: When his and Caleb's daughter gets herself into a spot of artistic bother, Essek should know who's to blame.
(This story is also available to read on Ao3!)
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Essek loves his daughter very much. He loves her more than he ever thought he could love anything, which was a very real surprise after having already gone through that same realisation not just once, but twice already in his lifetime. First with the Mighty Nein as a whole, then Caleb.
He loves her, wholeheartedly and without regret. He would, he knows, throw himself onto the pyre for her without hesitation, should things ever come to that, or similarly set the world alight should her safety require it. She is beautiful, sweet and intelligent. A pure delight in every way imaginable, with both his and Caleb’s best aspects combined. She surprises him in ways he could never have expected, with every day bringing with it new and wonderful discoveries as she grows and develops, her personality equal parts bombastic and recalcitrant as she sets about exploring the world in her own curious, childish method, (which deviates quite sharply from any scientific process he’s ever followed, but seems equally efficient nonetheless).
She is also, sometimes, a major strain on his patience, for what Essek can’t quite help sometimes thinking is his true penance for all the crimes he committed in his life.
“Eike,” It is quite possibly the eighth time this morning he’s said her name in such a tone, and with each passing instance, he is growing more and more sure that it is getting less effective. “How many times must we go over this? Vati and Athair’s special inks are for magic only—they are not for you to draw with.”
Of the pair in front of him, it’s hard to tell who looks less guilty: the child or the cat. Eike is beaming as if he didn’t just catch her in the midst of a much affirmed transgression—reminding him painfully of Verin at the same age (which is just his luck that those genes somehow got passed down), while Marmalade, her much beloved kitten companion, is even going so far as to try and wash his paws clean of the evidence.
(Essek is quick to cast Prestidigitation to prevent that action from going any further than it already has, lest the damnable creature poison himself and he has an altogether different crisis on his hands. He doesn’t think either Caduceus or Jester would be against performing a resurrection on a cat, but well, probably best not to test that hypothesis if he doesn’t need to.)
“But Athair,” Eike says, and it is always in the same tone that she says this, forthright and utterly convinced of her own righteousness. Something Essek is very much determined she got from her other parent and not from him. “Your inks are prettier than my pencils. I have to use them. Auntie Jester said so.”
Essek raises an eyebrow, while simultaneously folding his arms across his chest. Jester is always quick to mischief, but surely even she wouldn’t go that far. “Did she now?”
“Mmhm!” Eike nods vigorously, seemingly not noticing her pet is now glaring at Essek like he is the devil himself for saving it from its own stupidity. “The best artist always uses the prettiest ma… ma…” SHe pauses briefly, frowning and sounding the word out to herself to be sure of its pronunciation before she continues. “The prettiest materials! That’s how they make the best art.”
Ah, now it makes more sense. Essek sighs before reaching up his hand to rub at his forehead. “While I do not doubt your Aunt Jester meant well in telling you that, sweet silk—and it is certainly true a skilled artist must have good materials, you must remember that it is also polite to ask first before using something that does not belong to you.”
“But Auntie Jester—”
“Auntie Jester is wise in a great many things, but she would also know that these inks are very important to your Vati and I.” Or at least she is now, after he and Caleb had told her many times over to please don’t take our expensive magic scribing ink for your art projects. “We need them for our spellbooks, and Vati for his students at the school. Do you understand?”
The way Eike juts her bottom lip out now could fell nations, but Essek somehow stands firm against her wiles, even though secretly, as always, his heart wants to melt at the sight. Her skin tone is near his, her nose, her mouth… but her hair and most vividly her eyes are all Caleb, brilliant blue and piercing.
He can very rarely resist Caleb in moments like these, either.
Eventually, though, she gives in, shuffling her little feet and lifting one hand to run ink-stained fingers through the deep auburn of her hair. “Sorry, Athair.”
“Hm,” Essek forces himself to hold out a moment longer to make sure the lesson has well and truly sunk in before sighing. “Good. All right, then. Come here.”
Eike looks up at him and blinks, but when Essek leans down with his arms open, doesn’t hesitate to run forward and jump into them. Another surreptitious casting—this time of his gravity manipulating cantrip—enables him to lift her easily from the floor, and Essek hums as she immediately wraps her arms tightly around his neck. “You need a bath, sweet silk.”
She huffs, shaking her head against his neck. “Magic me clean, like Marma.”
Ah, so she had noticed then.
“Prestidigitation is no replacement for a proper wash, and you know it. Besides,” Essek lets himself smile against her hair. “We will need to go shopping now, to replace the ink you used before Vati gets home.”
“He won’t be mad!”
“No, of course not. He is never angry with you, but still,” He lightly tickles her sides, unafraid of dropping her while the magic holds. “New ink is a very nice surprise to come home to for a wizard, don’t you think?”
“Can we go see Mr. Pumat?”
Essek pauses. A teleport to Zadash was hardly in his plans for today, but…
“If you are very good, and don’t make a mess in the bathroom—”
“I won’t!” Eike leans back in his arms to once again give him one of her patented doe-eyed looks. Not that it is at all necessary by this point, when Essek has already used up any powers of resistance he has against her for the day.
“Very well, then. I don’t see why not.”
Later, Essek knows that Caleb will laugh at him for this. But that too will be worth it. Just the same as the resulting smile on Eike’s face is now.
Still holding her carefully in his arms, they turn and drift together towards the bathroom.
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you know like. the moonweaver('s agent) wasn't going to let artagan go even when jester said she loved him, right? jester said she loved him and was probably going to say she was willing to take artagan's penance, but that wasn't going to be enough. what really made the moonweaver('s agent) let artagan go was what artagan did after. he loved her so much he wouldn't let her go down with him. he proved that the love was two-way. it was the dual act of love, the two faces of sacrifice, that freed them both
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