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an nescis, mi fili, quantilla prudentia mundus regatur ?

            ( don’t you know, my son, with how little wisdom the world is governed ? )

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ooc. i’m gonna get back into the swing of things around here soon bc i do miss my dumb dagger son but in the meantime y’all should come talk to be about destiny au stuff bc that’s a good concept 

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💋 “Happy New Year, Vax’ildan. You are irreplaceable.”

they’re in love // @gloriouslygood

There are words to be said but he’d never been known for his patience, Vax quick to pull Shaun closer by tugging on Shaun’s robes and capture his lips. He still has to lean up, something that would usually lead to plenty of teasing, but working for a kiss is half the fun after all. 

It’s a few moments before the rogue pulls away, arms wrapped around Shaun’s waist. His voice comes out more as a purr, smile soft as he looks up at his boyfriend. “Happy new year, my love.”

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    “Since my, uh, voice is completely shot and I don’t want to do a speech…

         I’m going to do an interpretive dance.”

Indie Keyleth from Critical Role Written by Haley Promo Credit | Art Credit

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polyphoniie:

“Ha!” Beau grins, entirely too satisfied with herself. She hops to her feet and offers Vax a hand to help him up. “That was awesome. Barely broke a sweat!”

She should spar with rogues more often–except that Nott is so much smaller than she is. Might be difficult. But it’s still nice to work with someone who keeps her on her toes. Maybe Yasha would be down to spar sometime… “Should let me kick your ass more often. It’s a good feeling.”

He makes a half-pained sound, rubbing at the back of his neck before taking Beau’s hand and standing back up. “Taking pride in kicking an old man’s ass now are we? The real challenge is still Grog, if you’d ever want to almost die while sparring. You need to be quick and hope not to get an axe in the back.” 

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Vax’ildan isn’t ever the big spoon - he’s a jet pack.

gjkfdh // @gloriouslygood

ooc. he’s not a spoon he’s a kNIFE 🔪🔪🔪

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circusglass:

“Dying is that simple, so why the bloody hell not?” Like there’s an argument to be made, as though Molly has any dog in this fight, or comes off as anything other than petulant. His tail snakes. Death is its own inescapable truth. He doesn’t regret how he got here, but even the silly triumph of having one over on Beau for the rest of her life ( that he hopes is long, that he hopes is fulfilling, she’s a pain in the ass but she deserves that, it’s why he fucking died ) is superseded by how much more he could’ve done, given time. His jaw sets, fingers drumming against his elbow.

“You know how much time I had?” Stupid question, he thinks. He must be talking to death, or some fragment of it—wonders if he’s omniscient as any god, figures him to be even as he flips up the V of his index and middle: “Two years.” Molly’s voice cracks in a way he plows through, in a way he rationalizes is born from anger. Anger is allowed to wreck his words, because the last thing he wants to nurse is helplessness. Anger gives him control. “I could do so much for them with two more.”

It’s so much harder when people fight like this. He already is all too aware of what happened, keeping eyes on the group as he had. Two years isn’t enough time, Vax understands how unfair it all is. And yet there isn’t a thing he can do about it. A sigh draws from his lips, holding a gloved hand out to the tiefling. 

Anger is easily understood in this situation, it’s part of his job to ease that. “Mollymauk... walk with me.” He may not be able to give him more time, but passing is so much simpler without rage burning in your heart. 

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gloriouslygood:

The corners of Shaun’s lips curled into a smile as his arms naturally wrapped around the strong shoulders before him. Considering his size, he was accustomed to being the holder, not the one being held. It was a nice change of pace.

“Hmm… well, you. But then again, you’re never far from my mind.” A kiss to Vax’ildan’s wet forehead. He was quick, however, to pull back slightly with a quirk of his brow. “… Did you use my shampoo, too?”

He settles in comfortably, planning on stealing as much warmth as he can before Shaun mentions the shampoo. Vax can’t help but grin, looking up at Shaun. “Mmh... I might have. Your hair is always so soft, I wanted to find out what secrets were keeping it so.” 

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“ i want to say that there is still hope, but sometimes things just don’t go your way. ”

old meme that’s,, somewhere // @pepperboxed

“Ever cynical, Percival.” He takes a shaking breath, knowing there may be a little truth to his words still. Many things have fallen into their laps during their travels, but healers were always in short supply and there is little they can do about the poison now in his system. 

Still, a health potion is quickly taken before Vax rises to his feet again. “Hopefully it will take more than a simple poison…” 

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Dagger dagger dagger

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mythcarved:

               ❛ i  owe  you  my  life, ❜  it’s  stated  as  simple  fact,  as  scanlan  gazes  upward  at  the  form  of  the  opposing  half-elf.  a  hand  on  his  heart  to  express  his  sincerity.  before  vax’ildan  can  respond,  however.  the  tone  shifts  with  the  simple  movement  of  scanlan’s   lips  upturning  into  an  open-mouthed  grin,  white  teeth  flashing  devilishly.  away  with  the  gravitas.  humor  is  where  he  finds  the  most  comfort. ❛ so,  what’ll  the  repayment  be,  vax  —   a  song  that  sings  your  praises  ?  all  the  coin  i’ve  got  to  my  name ?  sexual  favors ?  you  name  it,  it’s  yours ! ❜

“So long as it’s not a song, dealer’s choice.” Vax waves a hand, flipping a dagger before placing it back into it’s holster and wiping at his forehead. Wearing black was handy for one thing, at least. The blood wasn’t going to stain anything, only it would add to the smell of sweat the further they traveled. 

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Dear Vax I love and miss you pls stop being dead ok love Keyleth

i love haley // @tempestvoice

dear kiki tell percival that if he doesn’t dance on my grave we’re not bros anymore love vax

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tempestvoice:

She laughs again and leans against him fondly as he holds her. “I do lots of things accidentally,” she reminds him. “You know that.” She doesn’t need to remind him of that time she tripped head-first into a pool of lava…

“You didn’t have to get one for me, but you did. Maybe I want to do the same?”

“Like the time you turned us all into clouds?” He speaks with a fond smile yet, despite how stressful that might’ve been at the time. Another kiss is pressed to her cheek, smile softening. “If you truly want a tattoo, I would never stop you. Would you want me to come with you?”

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cont. from here // @gloriouslygood

It came with adventuring - with his clientele being as they were, Shaun Gilmore knew this better than most. And yet, as Vax was changing his shirt, his heart couldn’t help but crack just a little at the sight of the marks scattered across the smaller man’s body. Perhaps because he had an idea what caused those marks, and what he had to endure to survive.

“… you are quite the handsome man, Vax’ildan.”

The shirt is quickly pulled over his head, sliding down to cover the scars again but the half-elf can imagine what Shaun must be thinking. He’s quick to move over to him, arms wrapping around his waist before leaning up to kiss him. “I’d say the same about you.”

His hair is still wet from the bath he had taken, Vax can feel it stick against the back of what was actually Shaun’s shirt. There’s a pause, kissing him once again before speaking. “... what are you thinking about?” 

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I paused the video at the EXACT right second. 

Love those twins. 

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quick blog roll ! 

vax - you are here percy - barrelsworn kashaw - cynicbelief mollymauk - circusreign balmaer - druidtm jewel - jeweltm dandelion - jcskier hawke - arcanelost

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polyphoniie:

“Aw, fuck!” Beau grunts with the impact as Vax tackles her to the ground. She scowls up at him, still defiant despite the blade to her throat. Not willing to give up just yet (or is it not able to recognize when the game is over?) she quickly scans Vax’s face and assesses her situation.

“Bold of you to assume I lost.” The scowl turns to a smirk before Beau hits his throat with the heel of her hand. While he’s distracted, she hooks a leg behind one of his knees and pushes, flipping them both over so she has him pinned, her quarterstaff going to his throat to hold him down. Not enough to injure him, but enough for her to be smug about it. Which she is.

He should’ve expected the punch, but it’d been quite some time since he’d last trained with a monk. Countering a fighting style that involved punching people in the throat wasn’t something he’d planned for that night.

It gets a wheeze from him, trying to breathe properly again but Beau is already flipping them and pinning him to the ground. Still breathless, he pats her arm with the hilt of his dagger as a sign to let him up. “... I’ll give you that one”