#c: percy de rolo

[harusuki]

the legend of vox machina gifset per episode season 2 episode 6: into rimecleft

tip jar

[justafandomgvrl]

Bitch you ask for a headcanon I shall provide ya:

How well does the rest of the team do as petsitters for Trinket? Do they fail a lot or are these guys used to petsitting by now? Does Grog try to feed him ale?

Grog definitely tried to give him ale - once, before Vex all but chewed him out so hard he couldn’t look at her. Other than that if anyone even looks at Trinket he’s got his weapon out.

Scanlan refuses point blank to look after Trinket. He just does not like that bear. At all. For no reason. And the feeling is mutual.

Vax successfully sneaks ale to Trinket and Grog pouts about it. Vax is the second best pet sitter for Trinket, partially because the bear is part of his family but mainly because his sister scares him.

Percy and Trinket have a respect and understanding for each other. Trinket knows to be safe. Percy knows to let him do his thing. Vex loves them both.

Pike is sweet with Trinket but she smells like Scanlan and he is not a fan of that. So she has to bathe before she can look after him.

Then there’s Keyleth. Sweet, loving, Keyleth. I think Trinket has a softness for Keyleth, doing as he’s told the way he does with Vex. Sometimes she becomes a bear and they just sit together, other times she druidcrafts flowers to make into a crown for him.

[blackdaggerart]

I hope everyone in the North East is safe and warm this weekend! 🥶 I'm busy playing catch up on all the art I should have finished this week. 😅 As promised here is everyone's favorite Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III! Have you watched the new season of Vox Machina yet!?

[blorbologist]

Architect of our demise: Chapter 3

Aeor is profoundly unwelcoming when it wants to be. Which suits Percival just fine, given he has a lead. Totally fine.

They soon find that Delilah Briarwood’s notes are a scattered mess of petty missives, stunning dissections of inhumane research, and grand plots of godhood. Typical of a member of the Somnovem, but for the fact her schemes center around a long-gone archmage.

“Vecna,” Vex’ahlia explains. “An imitator of my -” she pauses, painfully sharp, as though she does not expect it “- patron, my god. He failed, obviously, but has been a nuisance ever since.”

“Hm.” Percival holds his thoughts as she hands him another gem. It only takes him a second to crack its sigils, Lady Briarwood’s murmur filling the air. With a lens he spills illusory letters on the table, transcribing the message. “I had a relative - distant, three-four generations back - try something similar. So the story goes, Erathis’ justice descended on her for the hubris, struck her dead where she stood.” A quick skim reveals discussion of some Ozwyn Gruude - interesting. “Poetic flavor for ‘failed ritual splattered the room with fine red paste’, most likely.”

She snorts. “That’s usually how it goes. Any luck?”

“Perhaps,” he admits. 

He had begun to doubt if rushing to decode these notes was the right call. His neck is tender, likely bruised, and with the adrenaline drained of his limbs everything is heavier than it should be. Rest might have been wise.

Rest might have been possible if not for the fever burn at the back of his skull, cooking every thought until it came out smoking, wreathing the image of Ripley on the other end of his gun.

Vex’ahlia scoots closer. Percival points out the name that caught his eye. “Gruude,” he says. “The man has come up in articles and publications tied to the doctor I’m looking for. They seem to have been collaborators, associates. Mostly dated ten years hence, but…”

She reads, overtop Delilah's slower diction, “Dear, I found word that a gentleman going by Ozwyn Gruude has been paying handsome bounties for biological material from magical monsters. His office is located in Vasselheim, in case you would like to deal with the pest. Call it a favor.” Vex’ahlia grimaces, reading the letter over again. “Looks like the bitch never got to send it. This is addressed to one Gloria Cyn. Does that name mean anything to you?”

“Vaguely,” says Percival. “To my knowledge they are another researcher in the Genesis Ward. Not that narrows anything down, and I’d, ah, rather not waste time finding them for a second-degree connection given -” he gestures vaguely at the dried blood on his coat and the looted recordings.

“Right.”

Percival leans back in his chair, kept from toppling only by brumestone ornamentation. He feels almost lightheaded. A lead, a real lead, in his hands. Finally.  

Prologue | Keep reading on AO3!

[allthatglxtters]

@sunshiinefades || “not everything that weighs you down is yours to carry.” vex & percy

Percy sighed, turning to face Vex with a resigned smile. "That is the trouble though isn't it. Knowing what is my responsibility to worry about and what isn't. Not everything in my head is worth bothering the group over after all." Percy stepped closer to her, giving the other a soft smile. "I'm working on it, I promise."

[aq2003]

you can measure how likely i will be insane over a character by whether or not they can be described by the following songs:

put it on me by matt maeson

the hearse by matt maeson

dancing after death by matt maeson

[everlightblessing]

                    tag drops: cassandra!

[angelltheninth]

The Gunslinger and His Sleeping Beauty

Pairing: Percy de Rolo x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, gentle sex, soft sex, messy sex, creampie, somnophilia

Word count: 1.1k

Ao3

A/N: First nsfw fic for my 5k follower event. The prompt was "somnophilia" with Percy. You can take a look at my other fics for this event, there's the wholesome list and the dark list. Take your pick.

You've gotten used to it over the years, waking up with Percy's cock deep inside you, thrusting in and out, his hands on your tits, his mouth on your neck, your shoulder, his voice hoarse, grunting and whispering how good you feel, how he loves you.

You first brought up the idea a few years ago, when you were already well into your relationship but before you got married. You'd woken up to him painfully hard and gripping his cock tight in his hand, a subtle blush on his cheeks when he noticed your woke up.

"Percy?" You mumble, voice heavy with sleep, eyes barely open.

"I'm sorry darling. I'm... I've been thinking about you on my way home. But I suppose that's it is a little late. Don't worry. I can take care of it. Go back to sleep." He kept his voice barely above a whisper, only increasing when he would stroke up, slowly milking his cock, trying his hardest not to disturb you.

He doesn't look very comfortable, his cock looks painfully hard, the tip bright red, and you couldn't see his balls but you could have only guessed how full they were.

You roll over on your back and threw the covers off. You were clad only in your nightgown, the peaks of your breasts already hard and showing through the material. You spread your legs apart, the nightgown hiking further up, "That doesn't look like it feels very good. I'm sure I'd sure I'd feel a lot better."

"Huh? But... I thought you were tired." He stopped his strokes and held his cock firmly at the base, he was already straining not to come.

"I am." You yawn and arch your back a little, "You know... I don't have to be awake for you to use my pussy. You can help yourself."

"H-Help myself." Percy gulps hard, his cock twitching in his grip, "You'd be asleep. Are you sure it's ok for me to-"

"I'm already wet." You interrupt him, "Just come here. It's alright. I'm giving you permission. It might feel good for me too. Give me some nice wet dreams, get me ready for the morning." Despite how sleepy you were your voice still managed to sound sultry, beckoning Percy toward you, until he was kneeling between your legs.

His hands hiked your nightgown up, and sure enough your pussy was dripping. He ran one finger through your folds, then dipped it inside, testing. You only sighed and let your eyes fall closed. "Oh fuck." He groaned, your juices dripping down his finger, making his dick pulse with need. "Okay, okay, sweetheart. I'm gonna give you my cock now. Take you. Fill you up slowly."

A small whimper falls from your barely parted lips when his cock slides in, going inch by inch, until his hips are flush with your own. Percy lets out a barely suppressed moan. You can feel the pressure of him, of his cock stretching your cunt, your walls gripping and releasing as he drags his cock out, then sinks it back in just as slow.

The slow, gentle pace, combined with his soft lips on your neck lulls you back to sleep, and indeed that night you did have a very wonderful dream. One where Percy came inside you again and again, calling you beautiful, moaning low and growly in your ear, cursing to high heaven at how good and tight and warm your cunt felt around his dick, how he wants to give you every drop, make you pregnant.

You wanted all of it. Then and every night after.

Sometimes he lost himself in the moment and let himself go a little harder, which did wake you up, but you didn't mind. Like right now, when you're roused from your dream only to see his face buried between your breasts, his moans muffled as his fingers grip your thighs, his his slamming his hard cock inside you almost desperately.

"You feel wonderful around my cock. Gods I can feel it. I can feel how much it wants my cum, how much it needs to be filled and breed. I want that too sweetheart. I want to fill you up to the brim, make you a mess with my cum. Fuck! Tighter, you're getting tighter." Percy lets out a long groan, his pace slightly faltering as you come around his cock. "Keep it up, keep tightening up around me. Keep milking my cock until you're pregnant."

You can't hold back anymore, your hands fly around his back, the sudden movement startling him a little but he finds his pace again, if anything he starts fucking you even faster, filling the room with sloppy wet sounds.

His cum is already making a mess of your thighs, you feel sticky, dirty, wanted, and so well fucked. "You're filling me up so well love. I love how your cock feels, even when I'm asleep I can feel it deep in my cunt."

"You can huh? You dream about it when I'm fucking you? I know you do. Your moans always give you away. Ah and the way your ripple around me. You're wonderful, absolutely wonderful. I love you, I love you so damn much. I'm gonna give you another load of my cum, are you ready for it?" He looks up at you, and even through the darkness you can feel the heat and love of his gaze. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, and you give him a very firm nod. You feel a warm flood of his cum, adding to the already full feeling inside your cunt. He keeps his hips against yours until he's absolutely sure his balls are empty, that all of his cum is now inside.

Percy takes deep breaths, his body heavy on top your you, his arms winding around your lower back. His lips are hot against your skin, "I love you." You run your hands through his short hair. It's normally pretty soft to your touch, but now it feels slightly damp from the sweat. In fact both your bodies are incredibly sweaty, not to mention the mess of cum between your legs and on your thighs. "Quick bath and then a few more hours of sleep?"

"Okay." He groans heavily as he lifts himself up, "Lock your legs around me, I want to keep my cum right where it belongs for as long as possible."

"So needy." You smile at him. Percy chuckles as he kisses your cheek and lifts your both up. You listen to his words, your legs firmly locked around his hips, his hands under your ass, squeezing playfully and thrusting his cock up, "Percy." You whine, "I'm sore. Please."

He laughs, "I know." He kisses your forehead, "I'm just teasing you. Lets go take a bath now yeah?" You nod into his shoulder, feeling any trace of sleep melt away as you approach the bathroom.

[waltwhitmansbeard]

go on, claim my heart: chapter twenty-one

see my masterpost for what came before this.

Cassandra has not moved since Lady Briarwood gave chase to the bat that escaped into the hall. She has no idea what to make of the chaos; as far as Cassandra is aware, the bat was just a bat, but Lady Briarwood seemed instantly convinced that something more nefarious was afoot, and she learned long ago never to argue with her.

The baby is still crying behind her, but Cassandra does not move to help her. What can she do? The child's misery is perfectly logical. She has been stolen from gods know where by people who wish to kill her in some terrifying arcane ritual. Cassandra would be wailing too, if not for the bone-chilling fear.

The Night of Ascension is two days away, and Cassandra must imagine that the castle is crawling with guards and—she resists a shudder at the thought—a myriad of Lady Briarwood's undead servants. How is she meant to smuggle a screaming baby out of here at a time like this?

(If she were stronger, braver, she could show the child mercy. Better to die swiftly here, now, than in whatever macabre circumstance the Briarwoods have concocted for her. They would punish Cassandra with her life, but it would be worth it, to deny them their grand mission, to spare this infant that most acute horror. But she won't, because she is a scared child herself, and she'd rather take a blade to her own throat than this helpless baby's.)

She jolts when Lady Briarwood reappears in the door to the nursery, her face a mask of fury. A moment later, and she is right there, curling her fingers around Cassandra's throat. "Who was that?" she snarls as Cassandra gasps for air.

"I—don't—a bat?" Cassandra squeaks, clutching at Lady Briarwood's hand. "Just—bat!"

Her sneer hovers inches from Cassandra's face. "That was no mere bat, you fool! That was a mage of some kind! I could smell the magic on them!"

Cassandra whimpers, black dots appearing before her vision. Before she passes out, a familiar voice sounds from behind Lady Briarwood's shoulder. "Delilah, dear, leave her be, lest you want to be the one responsible for the infant's care."

The fingers tighten for a moment before releasing, and Cassandra collapses to the ground, gasping and clutching her throat. Lady Briarwood whirls on her husband. "We are under attack, Sylas. And I cannot believe she does not know anything!"

Lord Briarwood hums, then steps into the room to crouch before Cassandra, who instinctively shrinks in on herself. "Let us find out." His large hand extends toward her, and one finger gently raises her chin so that she meets his gaze. "Tell me, sweet girl..." And she can feel it, that strange, mystical influence, the one that makes her want to please him so very badly. "...did you know your brother yet lives?"

Cassandra's jaw drops at the same moment Lady Briarwood hisses, "What?"

Your brother yet lives. She knows immediately to which brother he refers, having seen the bodies of the other three for herself ages ago, the images of it burned into her mind like a brand. Percy is alive. She tries to remember, tries to conjure an image of what he looked like when they were running terrified for their lives—but it doesn't matter that she can't, because that was so many years ago, and he must look like a stranger now.

Lord Briarwood must be satisfied by the intensity of her shock, because he drops her chin and stands. "She knows nothing, Delilah. She was unaware that the de Rolo child we believed to have died in the Parchwood somehow made it out alive, and in the very company of this squalling child's father, no less."

Lady Briarwood reaches out to grab her husband's arm. "Tell me you are joking, Sylas. Tell me that the Champion of the Raven Queen is not here. Not when he is meant to be dead."

"My love." He reaches out to stroke her check with a few knuckles. "You need not worry. Their little band of heroes cannot impede what we have in motion. We'll increase the guard around the castle, and we'll have these pests eradicated long before our big day."

She sighs and leans into his touch. As monstrous as they are, Cassandra cannot deny their devotion to each other. "If you say so, dear." She turns to glare down at Cassandra. "Do not believe for a moment that they are coming for you. They want that baby, and they'll die before they get her. Make sure you don't give us a reason to dispatch of you, too."

Cassandra nods, and she doesn't breathe again until the two of them have swept out of the room. She waits until the sounds of their footfalls have disappeared to stand, her limbs shaking. She goes to the bassinet and scoops the baby, who seems to have cried herself out, into her arms. "He's coming," she breathes, the first smile she's smiled in ages curling at the corners of her mouth. "Percy is coming for us."

.

Percy creeps through the tree line, one eye on the castle, one eye on the path ahead. Vax has taken to the front of their trio, marking the path for he and Vex to follow on the way back to the others. Vex has been positioned into the middle, neither man willing to let her be snatched away again so easily.

Percy slips out of his coat and drapes it over Vex's shoulders. She startles, her hands coming up to instinctively pull it closer. "What...?"

"You look cold," he says, embarrassed by the heat that comes to his neck and face.

She smiles indulgently at him. "Thank you, Percival."

"Are you in any pain? My water skein is cold, you could press it to the wound."

Her hand reaches back for his. "I'm alright, Percy, truly. You do not need to fuss over me."

"I..." He slows his pace, pulling her a bit farther back from her brother. "I am so sorry for what happened. He never should have been able to put his hands on you."

"It's good to know how quick and strong he is. I'd rather us learn this lesson now as opposed to later."

"I'd rather not learn that lesson by his taking and biting you!" He worries his lip between his teeth. He has to ask, has to know, but the words are getting caught in his throat.

She must sense his hesitation, because she asks, "What is it?"

"What..." He reaches a finger up to briefly brush against the fresh wounds behind her ear. "What did he say to you?"

He watches her eyes carefully, and he watches a dozen different choices being made all at once. He is in agony waiting for the answer; could Briarwood have whispered to her the same words that Oliver heard right before he died?

Finally, Vex comes to a complete stop, tugging him with her. She lifts herself onto her toes to press a kiss to his cheek. "Nothing true," she murmurs, and then she resumes her quiet pursuit of her brother. Percy stands there, dumbfounded for a few moments before scrambling to catch up.

They press on as silently as they can for a few more minutes before Vex murmurs, "You know, there's something I've been meaning to tell you, Percy."

"Oh?" He sees her fingers twisting nervously around her bow.

"Percy, I..."

Before she can find the words, Vax hisses over his shoulder, "We're here!" Percy looks toward him to watch him bolting between the trees toward where the rest of their party is tucked out of sight of the castle. As soon as the three of them are in view, Pike darts forward to wrap her arms around Vex's legs. "You're okay!"

Vex laughs low. "I'm alright, Pike, though I could use a bit of your magic touch."

"Alright, you minx," Pike quips as Vex kneels down to allow Pike to heal her.

Percy keeps pressing on, and he sees Vax sitting on the ground with Keyleth, who has thrown her arms around his neck and is sobbing into his shoulder. He skitters forward to crouch in front of her. "What happened? Were you hurt?"

Vax shakes his head. "She saw Vilya."

Ice splashes down Percy's spine. "Keyleth..."

"They're going to kill her," Keyleth gasps, clutching onto Vax's armor as if it is the only thing tethering her to the earth. "They're going to kill her, and I left her there."

Percy reaches out to squeeze her knee. Something about his touch jolts her, because she rips herself away from Vax to clutch at his hands. "Cassandra!"

His eyes blow wide. "You saw her?"

She nods furiously. "She has been charged with Vilya's care. She's...deeply out of her element, but she seems to be trying her best. From what I heard, the Briarwoods have no desire to harm her, at least not in the immediate future, not like..."

She doesn't need to finish the thought. "We'll get them both out," Percy vows to her, "but first we must get ourselves out of here. Our presence is known, and we're not going to get this solved tonight."

Vax nods and stands, pulling Keyleth with him. "He's right. We need to regroup." He pulls his trembling wife away from the castle, and before Percy moves to follow, he casts a final glance toward his family's home, toward where his sister is waiting for him.

[storiedhistories]

This probably doesn't come as a surprise, but I'm still on a bit of a hiatus, at this point. I'm trying to focus more on revamping and getting things all cleaned up while I'm not doing writing things, and to that end, below the readmore is an updated list of muses, since my current information is very out of date.

Current muses by franchise:

BATTLESTAR GALACTICA William Adama Karl C. Agathon

CRITICAL ROLE Caleb Widogast Essek Thelyss Grog Strongjaw Keyleth of the Air Ashari Lady Kima of Vord Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III Vax'ildan Zahra Hydris

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN Hank Anderson

DOCTOR WHO The Doctor (Nine) Madame Vastra

FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST Alexander Louis Armstrong Sig Curtis Envy Solf J. Kimblee Roy Mustang

GAME OF THRONES Brienne of Tarth Tyrion Lannister

GARGOYLES Brooklyn Goliath Hudson (with Bronx as NPC) Macbeth

GOD OF WAR Atreus Brok Faye Freyr Kratos Mimir Odin Sindri Thor

GOOD OMENS Anthony J. Crowley

KILL LA KILL Satsuki Kiryuin Senketsu

THE LAST OF US Joel Miller

MIRACULOUS LADYBUG Adrien Agreste / Chat Noir Alya Cesaire Gabriel Agreste / Hawk Moth Luka Couffaine Tom Dupain

HADESTOWN/MYTHOS/PERCY JACKSON Hades Hazel Levesque Kronos Orpheus Thalia Grace Will Solace

STAR VS. THE FORCES OF EVIL Globgor Moon Butterfly River Butterfly Tom Lucitor

SUCKER PUNCH Sweet Pea

X-MEN Remy LeBeau

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS Irithiel Galanodel (D&D) Vanessa Hunter (Monster of the Week)

[harusuki]

the legend of vox machina gifset per episode season 2 episode 8: echo tree

tip jar

[ravendruid]

15 Questions/15 People

Tagged by @waltwhitmansbeard - thank you!

1. are you named after anyone? Not so much after someone, but my sister and I share the same first name (which might or might not be because she named me).

2. when was the last time you cried? Reading this

3. do you have kids? Not yet :c

4. do you use sarcasm a lot? Sarcasm is my second middle name.

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people? Usually anything above their shoulders, like eyes, facial expressions, hair.

6. what’s your eye color? They used to be really blue when I was younger and then became darker with time. They still change between grey and blue, depending on the lighting.

7. scary movie or happy endings? Happy endings because I'm a weenie :'D

8. any special talents? I learn languages very easily. I can speak four comfortably and I know basics for other two that I learned in school.

9. where were you born? Lisbon, Portugal

10. what are your hobbies? Reading, listening to music, playing games, sometimes I write and do artsy stuff, D&D, watching Critical Role 24/7.

11. do you have any pets? I have a 7 year old sweet pibble, and a 10 week old puppy named Percy (named after Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III)

12. what sports do you play/have you played? What's sports? I work out sometimes and I've been wanting to start martial arts or boxing (Marisha Ray is an inspiration).

13. how tall are you? 5'2" or 160 cm

14. favorite subject in school? English or anything related to languages, I have two language-based degrees. I suck at Math.

15. dream job? I already have my dream job, being a Translator, I just wish I had more of it :c

tagging: @nothingwithdignity @llaudna and anyone else who's reading this <3

[whoviancumberbunny]

Part Four: Percy and The Reap Maiden

Part One:  Stand and Be True  

Part Two: Ne’er-Do-Wells and Insufferable Bastards

Part Three:  No Room For Fear

Percy and The Reap Maiden [Return to Neo Gilead]

Percy De Rolo and Other Vox machina Characters Created by Critical Role

Annie Deschain Created By Melissa C. Scraper @whoviancumberbunny

 Her intention had been to visit the graveyard and then leave, but “Oh Hell. I didn’t realize I timed this for the reaping festival.”  She rubs the temples of her head. How long would it take for the mayor to appear to ask her yet again, Lady Annie would be this year’s reap maiden. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to she just didn’t  trust any of the young men in this town, to be the reaping lad.  That the maiden left with at the end of the night and she didn’t really think Percy would agree if she asked.  It wasn’t like they have never been to harvest festivals just none like the Reap Tide festival in Neo Gilead. It was tradition to usher In the cold months.  She and her brother had been conceived during the time of reaping festival.

 Percy “How long has been since the last time you were home?”

 “It hard to say time is soft, stretches out. The best I can say is five years.” Just then hands grab them and drag them into the alley. “Galen, you have gotten better at moving without making sounds.”

 “The mayor is still looking for someone to be this year’s reaping maiden. “ he said with a laugh “We all know he keeps asking you when you are here.”

 “Much obliged.  My friend.”

 Percy looks at them “You never explained what a reaping maiden is when you told me your mother was one in Mejis.”  

 “The reaping maiden is the physical embodiment of the passage into winter.  The chosen maiden has to change dresses twelve times and at the end of night she leaves with the reaping lad.   My problem is the best way to describe is most of the potential candidates for the reaping lad are like Scanlan when he’s drunk. I would rather not leave with a horny guy I barely know. “

 Percy looked at her “Does the reap lad have to be a born citizen of Neo Gilead?”  

 Galen “Come ot think of it. The ritual doesn’t specify that the Reaping Lad has to be a citizen. The mayor’s son has been attempting to court Serendipity.” Serendipity winces at the mention of the Mayor’s son she was actually in love with the town blacksmith.  And Annie was the only one who knew that.

 Percy leans against the wall and thinks on this “Perhaps if I can gain audience with the mayor I can convince him to let me be the reaping lad.” This was mostly just witness what this ritual was , he liked learning about other places.  It was obvious this place was still rebuilding after the fall during the battles when Annie and her Friends were young.   “Who plants all the flowers?”  Galen blushes “You have quite deft Touch Mister Allgood.”  

 Serendipity “Galen also tends the graves and makes sure they don’t get overgrown.  I hope my beloved returns before the last night of the reaping festival. In seven days.“

 Annie places her hand on her shoulder “He will. He would never leave you behind. Serendipity. And no the only day I will you Pity is your wedding day.” She said with smirk

 Annie and Galen “Because we pity the man who marries you.”  They laugh it felt good to break the tension.   It was easy for percy to forget that these were battle tested so warriors, he jus watched them being friends.

 “So this is Gilead’s version of Winter’s Crest?” Percy said, we was actually looking forward to this.  

 The 20th of Duscar after awkwardly rehearsing because the mayor had neglected to commission a ceremonial thrown for a human  because the previous years Read maiden had been a visitor from the Gnome Village and the thrown had been made for a half the size of Annie.   Percy hadnlt realized until that night he had never seen Annie in dress let alone 5. The final dress was white and trimmed in fur and on her head she wore crown of eld. He stood there speechless. Shein this moent was every inch heir a royal blood line, because she had lost feeling in heg sitting in the thrown as she was carried to the platform she stumbled and percy caught her “Marry Me?” he mumbled and blushed “you look like an angel.”   He said as yhe crowd cleared path for them to lead the final dance of the Reap festival

 “Gods I hope I don’t step on your feet by accident I have never done this dance before.”  Once he finally started following rhythm of the music “I am honored to be your reap lad.”  He took his hand tilted her lips up to meet his and gently kissed her on the lips,  as midnight approached almost no one was left “Shall we retire to the inn.” He said to her in low tone as she tossed off the shoes she had been wearing and he carried her

“you look really good in the reap lad suit. I have to admit with your hair you cute quite a figure in that all white suit.”  Whenthey get to the in he places her on her on the bed and nearly rolls off “I should really take off all the underlayers before I embarrass myself.”

 “I meant what I sad earlier you may not have heard me.”  He helps her off the floor “Anastasia Deschain, will you do me the greatest honor of becoming  Lady De Rolo?” he blushed as he realized where his hands were as he helped her remove the hoop skirt “this dress seems a bit much for  a winter’s Crest Ceremony.”

 Annie looks at him “You choose the most awkward moment to propose we are not telling Vox the way this happened.” She looked into his eyes “There is also a secondary reason I have been avoiding agreeing to be the reap maiden. As final stage of the rebirth of Gilead. They want me to take the thrown as Queen Annie of The House of Eld. This outfit is the outfit the mayor wants to me if agree to be coronated. “ in her mind she wasn’t worthy of ruling Gilead. She was willing to protect it as Gunslinger but not control the fates of the 1500 people who lived here, she started giggling as he fingers brushed against her thighs.   “Of course I will marry you Percival De Rolo.” He fell against the wardrobe as he helped her remove her stockings

 And afterwards he kissed her “Are you sure? You will be stuck with me after this.” He  looked at her “To them you are symbol of hope to me you are just someone who helped me see what is possible.”  Before he can say anting to her she falls asleep in his arms. She had barely slept In the last three days

 A few days later, they stand in front of two graves against the far end of the Gilead Graveyard,  One th grave of Steven Deschain, Annie’s Grandfather. The other Susan Delgado. “Today is New Dawn.  It is my father’s birthday I brought you to gilead to vit the graves of the people who are responsible for my earliest memories. My mother and grandfather. The memroies are hazy but Sir Steven Deschain 25th Generation Gunslinger. Lead the battle of Jericho Hill and witnessed the Fall of Gilead,  Suan Delgado, respected in Gilead. Burned as harlot in Mejis for  giving herself to man she loved instead of saving herself for the man her aunt sold her to. That is why I will not visit Mejis. Because places hold the energy of the events that occur there. By my calculations my brother and I were conceived Sometime in late Sydenstar. Because she was burned roughly 15 months before we arrived in Gilead.”  As she spoke Percy gently plucked roses growing near the graves and placed one on each grave.

 “Thank you for contributing to the formation of the woman I love.” Percy said as he placed the flowers. “he looked at her. I may have been slightly drunk on the local spirits. But I meant what I said, Will you marry me?” he said as he brushed himself off and looked at her

 “I said yes.  Did you think I was not telling the truth, Percival.”  she replied  as hse places flower that had fallen from the tree in his lapel “I want you to come with me when I return the crown to the castle vault.”  They carefully walk through the recently complete palace of Gilead.  “When we were kids we would sneak into the ruins and explore. And I always ended up In the room that was my father’s room.”

 It would take about two weeks for them to return to Whitestone “Everyone I would like to  introduce you to my future wife Annie.”

 “About fucking time!” everyone said in unison  

 “Have you plucked her flower?”  he flinches when pike hits him upside the head. “Where exactly have you been for almost six weeks.”

 “Scanlan like I would tell you that.”  They hadn’t. they had agreed to wait until the wedding night  “Before we left Gilead we neded up being invited to Serendipity’s  wedding . they decided on that custome of baking a gold band into the wedding cake. To see who gets married next…"  he blushed and stopped half way through the sentence blushed

 “Percy nearly choked on the ring baked into the cake. Which we thought was ironic considering it was three days after he proposed.” Later that night they have party to celebrate.

 Scanlan “Percy, may I have a dance with your future wife?”

 “Yes  short, dark and annoying,  but if you hands do anything they shouldn’t I will find a dungeon to lock you in.” everyone laughs  after everyone falls asleep

 “Percy, stay with me tonight.  I like to feel you near me.”  He understood exactly why amd they went into her bedroom and cuddled

 “Do you think he will show up at the wedding?”

 “I am not sure.  If ka wills it I suppose.”  She had no way to contact Roland and tell him because he was back on his quest for the tower. Probably in wastelands again facing the doors that would lead him to the Ka-Tet he always lost at the base of the tower.   “Continuing his endless chase to catch and destroy the man in black. When ka wills it, I want to name our first born son Steven Patrick.”

 “Why Patrick?”

 “It is the name of my maternal grandfather. He died when my mother was 12. Killed by his business partner who was in league with the way of the red.”  He  held her close

 “you could have left the dress in Gilead.”

 “I am going to see if Gilmore can make version without all the ornate decoration.” She said    “Promise you will always make time for me.”

 “I give you my word.  I wish you had met Alain and Cuthbert. They went to the clearing wen I was four. Cuthbert was Galen’s father and Alain was serendipity’s Father. They were injured In the battle of  Jericho hill and went ot the clearing when Galen and Serendipity were both 5.  Did you not wonder why in the story I told you I was one who called their names at the tower. Because the tower was calling my father and he didnlt stop to confirm if his best friends were dead. When my mother went to the clearing Galen’s mother took us in.”

 “ I have always wondered about the wrist band you have only having one carnal direction embossed on it. Declan, Galen and Serendipity have the other three, am I correct?”

 “Aye. “  she said they fell asleep after talking for two or three hours

 To be Continued

 Thursday, February 2nd. 2023

[blorbologist]

How would being ruidusborn affect Percy's relationships with his siblings, dyou think? And in turn, his grief and survivor's guilt over what happens to them?

... oh dear.

So. First of all - I think that Ruidusborn!Percy would be a lot more isolated due to his powers. There's both the social stigma that comes with it, isolating him from peers for being unlucky, cursed from birth - but also the fact that, just... do you really want your know-it-all brother to know everything about you? He has six siblings - I doubt a young Percy would extend the same grace to his siblings he does to VM, because he has a pronounced little shit instinct and would delight in Knowing shit he isn't supposed to and potentially holding it over his siblings' heads. He might perceive himself as being closer to them, because he knows all their secrets and such, but I suspect he might spend even more time in the workshop as a child. Percy likely knows perfectly well how to keep his powers in check, at least to a degree, and not snoop on his siblings too intentionally after some spat or another actually hurts his feelings/makes him realize just how invasive this feels for others, but - again. If he realizes he's genuinely made his siblings uncomfortable, he might just go hide in the workshop both to avoid the situation and make a gift to make it right. TLDR, young Percy would still greatly love his family, and maybe feel even more strongly attached to them - but this might be counterbalanced by his siblings and parents being less attached to him.

(Maybe Cass might still be fond of him, a cool big brother who can read her mind, by virtue of being the youngest and Percy being enough years older that she hopefully does not experience the worst of him taking advantage of mind reading, unlike her siblings who dealt with him ratting them out, beating them to their ideas and otherwise being a bit of a lil shithead. Julius and Vesper might feel more protective of him, as their little cursed brother, but would likewise probably be more distant given he's less a sibling and more a responsibility :C)

(Hm! I could see Frederick and/or Johanna keeping him discreetly nearby when dealing with nobles/family they don't necessarily trust, as a sort of lie detector. Situations where Percy isn't actually part of the event, and is kept away from the worst of the crowds, but uses his abilities to listen in and keep his parents informed. Say they bring these important guests into a parlor of somesort. Good gods would that inflate his ego.)

On the other hand, we see with Imogen that being in crowds can be downright distressing for a Ruidusborn with telepathy, so Percy might be excused from social events often (both for his sake and that of the guests). Yet another reason to spend more time in his workshop - which is why I can still easily see Percy being a Gunslinger in this AU and not leaning into full Sorcerer like Imogen. He's tinkering just as much if not more, so he definitely has those skills from all this time spent alone in his workshop. Hell - if I go with my idea of making him albino (so the white hair is tied to him being Ruidusborn, not to Trauma) it might be better to keep him inside regardless, due to being so sensitive to sunlight. (I bet the bastard invents sunglasses.)

Can you see where I'm going with this? I hope you can:

Percy wouldn't have been at the dinner with the Briarwoods.

The de Rolos don't distrust the Briarwoods - they're having dinner with their entire family there! But all his siblings, and his parents, and the servants, and the guards, and the guests would be a lot for Percy, and he's likely fairly used to eating supper on his own anyways.

Perhaps he knew something was afoot. Perhaps a day or two before he caught a guard thinking terrible things, and informed his parents, and the man was hung and it was thought the treason was routed. He saved his family, he could rest easy.

He shouldn't have.

(Unfortunate for him that Anders is his tutor. That Anders knew well about his powers, and clearly could have informed the Briarwoods of this as well as minding himself accordingly. Of course Percy wouldn't pry into his tutor's thoughts. Of course he wouldn't know that, had he attended dinner, he wouldn't be able to glean anything from the Briarwoods, that they'd offer these fancy magic items from Wildemount for the de Rolo's poor, cursed boy. Of course he doesn't know he'd almost have been happy, before it started.)

(And in the dungeon, he gets to feel the minds of each of his family members be snuffed out. Ripley makes sure he's close enough for that.)

[allthatglxtters]

@seccndchances - bullshit, you fucking missed me. (Pike to Anyone)

"Very presumptuous of you, to think I missed you this certainly." Percy smiled warmly at the other, sighing a little as he shrugged. "But yes, I did in fact miss you. It's good to see you Pike. I'd ask if you missed me but, I'm not quite as presumptuous as you are." Percy couldn't help but smirk at that, knowing Pike would understand he was teasing. "How are you?"

[iwtv]

i’m gonna peel apart an orange and share it with percy de rolo. i don’t like oranges but he needs vitamin c