psycartist replied to your post : On one hand : FUCKING HELL, SPOILERS, DOES NO ONE...
Did the new Really Bad Thing get spoiled for you!?! D: I’m so sorry that’s the worst way to find out.
Yeah, I have seen a lot of untagged gifsets of crying people. I mean, had I caught up and seen it unspoiled I would have sobbed and been a wreck for ages, so on that front I suppose I’m grateful. On the other hand, the Really Bad Thing... well. It’s really bad, and I’m pretty sure the show is over for me now, and I wish I could have not known.
If you're still taking prompts? Keyleth + Scanlan, 50. "Why does anyone have to be naked?" Thank you~ I'm adoring all these~
50. “Why does anyone have to be naked?”
It starts, as most disasters do, with Scanlan sitting them down in a football huddle, hands out in front of him like a coach with a brilliant new play, and saying, “Alright guys, here’s the plan.”
And, like most disasters, it goes downhill from there.
The idea––as far as Keyleth understands it, at least, which isn’t much, because honestly she almost never understands what Scanlan is thinking––is to get back at Vax for a particularly heinous prank he pulled.
“Do we all have to be involved?” Keyleth tried to ask, before Scanlan dragged them down into the huddle––and let it be said, huddling with a three foot tall gnome and a seven foot plus goliath in the mix is something of a challenge––and been shushed by three different people.
“This is war,” Grog said solemnly, the glint in his eyes worryingly similar to the look he got when he went into a rage, and Keyleth let it drop.
Which is why, now, she’s half-crouched awkwardly between Scanlan and Percy while the gnome lays out a fourteen point plan that Keyleth thinks might just slightly be overthinking things.
“So Grog does his part and then Pike releases the feathers and at the signal I’ll go in naked, and then you two––”
“Hang on,” Keyleth interrupts, because she thought she had been following along but this is just. What? “Why does anyone have to be naked?”
“To get past the swarm,” Scanlan replies as if it’s the most obvious thing, and maybe it is but Keyleth doesn’t remember anyone mentioning a swarm during this discussion. “Come on, weren’t you paying attention?”
“It just seems needlessly complicated,” she deflects. “Can’t we short sheet his bed like normal people? Change the sugar for salt? Penny his door shut? Glue his hands to his face? Tie his hair to the bedposts? Wrap everything in his room? There has to be a simpler option, right?”
She looks to the rest of the huddle, and her voice trails off as she realizes they’re all staring at her with something that looks suspiciously like shock. Except Scanlan, whose face is alight with awe and respect.
“Your Highness,” he says, and Keyleth pulls a face, because she hates it when they call her that; only Tiberius gets away with it, and that’s because try as she might, she can’t talk him out of it.
“Why are you all looking at me like that?”
“I never knew you had it in you,” Scanlan tells her, like a proud father. “Look at you. My little druid, all grown up and suggesting trouble.”
“You don’t have to sound so shocked,” she mumbles. She may be naive but she’s not boring. Scanlan pats her arm.
“We’ll make a proper scoundrel of you one of these days.”
“Please stop.”
“But for today we’re sticking with the Fourteen Points. Any questions?”
Keyleth frowns at him. “Are you sure someone has to be naked?”
“Yes.” He doesn’t even pause to think about it. “Alright, so I go in, and then you two––”
It is, of course, a disaster. There are too many steps (Grog can’t even count that high), Percy sets off the fireworks two minutes too soon, and Keyleth isn’t really sure what she was supposed to do with the bucket of oil in the first place. In the end, they are left with a coating of feathers all over the foyer that someone will have to clean up, an aimless swarm of conjured locusts (Keyleth still doesn’t know what the point of all that was) and a proudly naked Scanlan strutting about, which is an image no one will ever, ever be able to burn out of their memory, much to Vox Machina’s dismay.
Some days, Keyleth doesn’t know why she bothers.
Short sheeting his bed would have been so much easier.
I had a thought while driving home. Percy keeps a notebook of his ideas yeah? What if its like Da Vinci's? Hand bound books full of meticulous densely packed writing and immensely intricate sketches, written backwards and nigh unintelligible to anyone else...
that’s a good headcanon i love it.
but i love it because da vinci’s notebooks all that AND were also full of dick doodles.
I've been looking at this distinction like, how a square is a rectangle but a rectangle is not a square. Just because you never thought of a square as a rectangle doesn't make it less true. Colorless mana can be used to pay for generic mana costs, but generic mana can't be used to pay colorless mana costs.
Hey Guru-guru, I've been following for a while and recently stumbled upon something you might like. I don't know how much you follow the LoZ speed running community, but one of the runners just did a Let's Play showing off a myriad of glitches and tricks in Ocarina of Time. Its a super interesting look at how the game was programmed! Its called 'Let's Play Ocarina of Time Super Wrong' by Doctor Kill on YouTube. Have a good day!