hounds of the wild hunt

Fallout Boy Lyric Meme

A mix of FoB lyrics off of different albums that can be used as starters

  • “We’re only liars, but we’re the best.”
  • “We’re friends when you’re on your knees.”
  • “You only hold me up like this cause you don’t know who I really am.”
  • “Sometimes I just want to know what it’s like to be you.”
  • “I wanna teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way”
  • “I’d trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday”
  • “Hell or glory, I don’t want anything in between”
  • “It’s just a matter of time until we’re all found out”
  • “I swear I’d burn the city down just to show you the light”
  • “I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive”
  • “I’ve got headaches and bad luck but they couldn’t touch you”
  • “We’re the lifers, here to the bitter end”
  • “You always fold just before you’re found out”
  • “I’ve been dying to tell you anything you want to hear”
  • “That’s just who I am this week”
  • “Is this more than you bargained for yet?”
  • “And if you say this makes you happy then I’m not the only one lying”
  • “Nothing comes as easy as you.”
  • “I’ll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake.”
  • “I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses”
  • “I’m hopelessly hopeful, that you’re just hopeless enough”
  • “You’re the only place that feels like home”
  • “Always weigh what I’ve lost against what I left”
  • “Find a safe place, brace yourself, bite your lip”
  • “The best of us can find happiness in misery”
  • “I don’t blame you for being you but you can’t blame me for hating it”
  • “You said you’d keep me honest”
  • “This has been said so many times that I’m not sure if it matters”
  • “I know this hurts, it was meant to”
  • “Your secret’s out and the best part is it isn’t even a good one”
  • “Baby, seasons change but people don’t.”
  • “They say your head can be a prison.”
  • “We’re the new face of failure”
  • “I just want to be a part of this”
  • “One day we’ll get nostalgic for disaster”
  • “I thought I loved you it was just how you looked in the light.”
  • “Thanks for the memories”
  • “Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes”
  • “I could learn to pity fools as I’m the worst of all”
  • “We’re so miserable and stunning”
  • “I’m addicted to the way I feel when I think of you”
  • “I’m alright in bed but I’m better with a pen”
  • “Isn’t it tragic?”
  • “And I’m so sorry, but not really”
  • “The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you”
  • “I’m coming apart at the seams”
  • “I don’t care what you think as long as it’s about me ”
  • “They always bring up how you’ve changed”
  • “I’m in love with my own sins.”
  • “What if you peaked early?”
  • “I will never end up like him.”
  • “Oh darling I know what you’re going through”
  • “You can only blame your problems on the world for so long”
  • “I wanna scream ‘I love you’ from the top of my lungs”
  • “I will never believe in anything again”
  • “Change will come”
  • “I’ve got troubled thoughts and the self esteem to match”
  • “My mind is a safe”
  • “What makes you so special?”
  • “You put my head in such a flurry”
  • “Have you ever wanted to disappear?”
  • “Please take me back”
  • “I’m a nervous wreck”
  • “Tonight the foxes hunt the hounds”
  • “We are wild, we are like young volcanoes”
  • “Come on make it easy, say I never mattered”
Black Shuck

The Black Shuck, or The Old Shuck, is the name given to a paranormal, ghostly black dog that wanders the countryside of East Anglia, England.

The Black Shuck is one of many supernatural dogs that roam all over the British Isles. It is commonly classed as a cryptid, and accounts vary on the animals appearance and meaning. Some see the Shuck as an omen of death or the end of times, other may see the Shuck as a companion or a kind spirit.

Tales have been told for centuries of black dogs with flaming red eyes, though some accounts claim that variants of the Shuck have kind green eyes, and that the dog is the size of a horse.

The earliest recorded appearance of black, etheral hounds dates back to 1127, where the hounds were spotted near to Peterborough Abbey during what is known as a Wild Hunt (A ghostly hunt that has been reported all throughout Europe.)

Sightings of the Black Shuck are still being reported to this day.

My Horned God / Old Horn

Old Horn / Auld Hornie / Horned One / Stag King 

You are Herne the hunter, Cernnunos, Pan, Bucca, Devil at the crossroads or fairy tree, you are the trickster, shape changer, consort, Fairy Lord. You are the Wild Hunt, the ancient Stag Lord of animals the modern Horned god of summer. 

You are a god of cycles, of life and death, the very ebb and flow of the natural world. You are the fire in the head, the sun that gives life and flame that destroy. You are the primal, the animal, the dead. 

To me you are ever changing. You are a Fairy Lord, who walks between the worlds, The Witch King who teaches, The Devil who inspires, The Stag Lord of the wild hunt. 

Goat, Stag, Moose, Hound and Fox. 

He of the snake, of phallus, of horn. Who cares not gender but the pleasures of life. Who courts the fairy queen, and ruts with the bucks. 

Auld Hornie they call you, hot of blood, and full of power. 

You are the watcher in the woods.

The teacher of skill.

The hunter and the hunted.

You are to me,

Old Horn.

anonymous asked:

Are there any other canines of legend besides Fenrir in Norse mythology?

Of course. Odin’s wolves, Freki and Geri, who guard his high seat and will not allow any save for him or Frigg near it. Odin is fond of feeding them at the table on choice tidbits, presumably while telling them what good boys they are. (VERY GOOD SUCH GOOD BOYS) 

They run with him at Yule, when Odin rides with the Wild Hunt and their fey hounds. 

Hel, the goddess of the dishonorable dead, possesses a hound named Garmr, who had jaws that drip with blood and who guards the gates of Hel and who iS ALSO A VERY GOOD BOY. 

The Black Dog of Bungay
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Black dogs are a common tradition attached to many locations, most often appearing black and shaggy, of enormous size, with eyes like saucers that glow in the dark, but sometimes invisible, with their presence only detected from the blast of their hot breath and padding footsteps.

By the time these traditions were recorded, some confusion between originally distinct sorts of manifestations may have set in, for in some tales, Black Shuck (or Shock) seems more like a shape-changing bogey. Now and then he takes the form of a calf, and on one occasion appeared with “a donkey’s head and a smooth velvet hide.” Black Dogs commonly haunted lanes, footpaths, bridges, crossroads and gateways - all points of transition, from ancient times held to be weak spots in the fabric dividing the mortal world from the supernatural. Shuck often appears as a phantom, and Black Dogs are generally thought to be connected with the pack of spectral hounds that accompany the Wild Hunt. Perhaps they were originally psychopomps - escorts of the dead on their journey to the underworld. Certainly they sometimes act as “fetches,” appearing as portents of death and disaster.

This would explain a certain ambivalence in attitude towards Black Dogs, which in some places are disposed to be friendly, acting as guardians and guides to lonely travelers. While in Suffolk Shuck is usually harmless if let alone, in Norfolk none can set eyes on him and live, again a characteristic of the Wild hunt. It is in this demonic character that he first appears in print, in an old tract by Abraham Fleming (d.1607), entitled “A Strange and Terrible Wunder Wrought very late in the Parish Church of Bongay” which details that on Sunday, August 4th 1577, between nine and ten in the morning when most people were at church, there broke over Bungay “a great tempest the like whereof hath been seldome seene” with cracks of thunder that made the church “quake and stagger.” Hard upon this there appeared what to the congregation a great black dog (“an horrible shaped thing”). “This black dog… running all along down the body of the church with great swiftnesse, and incredible haste, among the people.. passed between two persons, as they wee kneeling uppon their knees, and wrung the necks of them bothe at one instant clean backward.” Passing another man in the congregation, the dog gave him a frightful burn, “that therewith he was presently drawn together and shrunk up, as it were a peece of lether scorched in hot fire; or as the mouth of a purse or bag, drawen togither with string.” This man survived, as did the church clerk, who was outside cleaning the gutter when a violent clap of thunder knocked him off his perch. In proof that the dog was not a hallucination, says Fleming, “there are remaining in the stones of the church, and likewise in the church door which are marvelously rented and torn, ye marks as it were of his claws or talans.”

The Black Dog visited the nearby town of Blythburgh on the same day, appearing upon an overhead beam in the church, then leaping down and killing two men and a boy, and burning someone’s hand. Both here and at Bungay his activities sound suspiciously like the effects of ball lightning, which is told entered a church during a tempest in about 1649, “killing many.” And indeed if we look in Holinshed’s Chronicles (1577) we find the events of Bungay narrated without mention of the Dog. Fleming’s timing is slightly different than Holinshed’s, as is his list of casualties, while the way he describes the man shrunk up “like a peece of lether” as believed to be “yet alive” suggests that he had a local informant. To this informant we could owe the Black Dog: in other words, Fleming might be telling us what the people of Bungay thought of the event which to Holinshed and the outside world was simply a “strange and terrible tempest.”

But, it has to be said, Bungay’s apparition is not unique. A pamphlet entitled “The Wonders of this Windie Winter” had already appeared in 1613, telling of a Sunday in a Kent church during a tempest, when people were at evening prayer, there “broke into the Church a most ugly shape or the air like unto a broadened bull.” This apparition struck the minister’s left arm, leaving it blackened and paralyzed, and in the stampede that ensued, a miller was killed. After that, the bull vanished, taking with it part of the wall. All this, it is implied, came about because people would talk in church. Even setting aside bulls and Black Dogs, was there simply a good tale making the rounds within these communities?

Whatever the truth, a standard erected in 1933 concludes with its inscription:

All down the church in midst of fire
     The hellish monster flew;
And passing onwards to the quire
     He many people slew.

A Promise to Hold // Theo

Prompt #18: “Just promise me you’ll come back to us”

Author: Caitsy

Warnings: Possible swearing and fluff.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or the characters. I also do not own any gifs, images or songs involved either.

Summary: Theo came back to his family but Liam’s managed to convince him to help even if it means leaving his family. With a promise he intends to keep he leaves to help for the good side.

Requested: Yes. Anonymous.

A/N: Long awaited and I apologize! It’s been a busy time since beginning this blog and so Ash and I would like to thank you for being so supportive and remember to request things! It’s also admittedly terrible.

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You were a secret from everyone in Theo’s life because you were a weakness. Theo needed to be strong and while he wanted you to be a badass by his side, you had pushed him into agreeing to this. You couldn’t be at his side when you weren’t the only one involved.

Theo was the bad guy and you both knew that was true but you also knew he was loving and kind to both you and your guys son. Thomas was a miniature version of his father from the hair to the eyes while he had your smile and nose. He was the light of both Theo and your life even if he wasn’t planned whatsoever.

“Thomas!” You grinned picking up the toddler. He babbled before snuggling into your shoulder.

“Mama.” Thomas said curling his body into your arms like a cat, “Dada?”

“He’s coming home.” You said kissing his cheek, “He better be here before bedtime though.”

Theo had recently come back from the dead with a lot of changes. He wasn’t the same bloodthirsty chimera as he had been before, he no longer strived to be more than what that Scott McCall was. He was suffering in silence and not wanting to drag you into the fray.

“Y/N?” Theo asked walking into the house you had illegally rented, “Where’s Thomas?”


Thomas struggled in your arms before he waddled over to his crouching father. They curled into each others arms as you crossed yours. You were lucky to see Theo on the weekdays since he returned because you guys lived just in the outskirts of the neighboring town to Beacon Hills.

“Why are you home so early?” You questioned.

“I have some news to tell you.”

“And?” You questioned just as the front door opened to reveal a younger teenager. He was shorter than Theo by just a little but you recognized him somewhat, “Liam?”
“That’s me.” Liam awkwardly waved. You raised an eyebrow.

“You brought Theo back? Why? Aren’t your the enemy?”

“Kind of?” Liam trailed off watching the weird scene of Theo holding a child that looked like him, “You have a family?”

“What’s going on?”

“The Wild Hunt is in Beacon Hills. It’s taken everyone but the Sheriff, Scott, Lydia, Malia, Theo and I.” Liam explained shifting on his feet as the child turned his attention to him.


“I’m going to put a tv show on for Thomas.” Theo said bringing his son into the living room.

“What are we supposed to do?” You questioned, “You all made both Thomas and my life worse by taking Theo.”

“You help and I won’t sent him back.”

“Can’t do that without the sword.” Theo smirked putting one arm around me.

“I’ll find some-“

“Fine. I’ll help but that boy in that room stays out of this and NO ONE will know about his existence. Got it?” You stated.

“Stay here with Thomas. I’m going to help Liam and I’ll come back I promise.” Theo said before kissing you. You heard the clearing of a voice before you cast a glare at Liam earning a scoff in reply.

“Just promise me you’ll come back to us.” You said leaning your forehead against Theo’s earning a peck.

“Of course. I’ll always come back for you two.”

You watched as the two boys left the house and into the darkness where you wished Theo didn’t have to go to again and again. You weren’t even twenty and you already had a child that could very well grow up without a dad. If the Wild Hunt truly is in Beacon Hills than by tonight you may never even remember Theo.


You weren’t sure how much time passed but Theo hadn’t returned to see Thomas on his second birth and you knew he was gone. You just didn’t know if you should be happy to remember him or not because that’s not what the Wild Hunt did.

You were a human. You didn’t have claws or sharp teeth or anything supernatural. That didn’t mean you were helpless so when the door rattled you had a gun aimed there.


“Theo?” You questioned both confused and shocked.

“I’m home. For good.” Theo grinned as his son flew into the room screaming for him.

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The Wild Hunt, here as envisioned and painted by Peter Nicolai Arbo in1872, is an ancient part of north European folklore, tales of which survived continuously into modern times.

The Wild Hunt is often said to be lead by Odin, sometimes known as the Yule Master, and is most likely to be seen at or around Yuletide or Midwinter. Horses and hounds are connected with death, and the wild hunt can involve both the dead and the souls of the living who participate through the art of Seithr, through which the soul is thought able to leave the living body and then return to it.

Of course, in Heathenism, Yule represents, in part, both the “death” of the old year and the birth of the new one.  This can be seen as symbolic of death, rebirth and new life generally, not just for people, but for the entire universe.

anonymous asked:

Hi there! I've had a strong interest the last few years in beginning to study and practice magic. I've mainly been drawn to Gaelic traditions (probably because my heritage and interests) but I've also felt a strong draw to dogs, wolves, and canines in general, weather it be canine type deities or just canines in general. Are there way I can involve canine spirits/deities in my magic work, or are there certain deities that might work better for me to focus with? Thank you for your help!

Hounds are very important in Gaelic tradition, in a lot of aspects.

If you ever see “Cú” in the name of an important figure in Irish myth, that means “hound.” Our greatest hero, Cú Chulainn, is “the hound of Culainn.” He got his name by vanquishing, then vowing to take the duties of, a legendary guard-dog.

A legend tied into the mythos of Fionn Mac Cumhail details how his prized hounds, Bran and Sceólan, gifted with perfect form and preternatural intelligence, were born as pups to a woman who had been shape-shifted into the form of a pregnant dog by a vengeful Fair Lady.

Dogs are revered for their loyalty, tenacity, and honour, but are not without their darker associations; dogs are also associated with the hunt, death, and all sorts of other things. Black dogs have become very famous even outside the Isles, as have the hounds of the wild hunt.

There are as well of course the legends of the Faoladh.

Calling upon the qualities of hounds in blessings could prove quite potent; speaking to spirits of hounds earthly or fair would be a great boon; and, for the very brave, poking at the legends of the Faoladh may prove quite a boon, though a gal’s not gonna give away every secret on such matters in an open and casual environment.

As for specific deities involved with hounds and wolves, there are many; I would encourage thorough research and perhaps some divination on to Whom to turn in these matters.


Elsewhere U- The kiln god

(Note: this is crossposted to AO3 here)

There is a thing, at Elsewhere U, that deals in might-have-beens. In wasted chances. In ruined potential.

It is not fey, not quite. It definitely isn’t human, though it approximates the shape of one more closely than most. Indeed, it is only ever so slightly off- tall, but not too tall; handsome, but not otherworldly; bright, glittering eyes, but not quite lit from inside. It even stays consistent in its appearance: androgynous, chin length feathery blond hair, bright brown eyes. Generally, it wears a plaid shirt and a pair of jeans.

Of those who know about it, some think it came from across the seas, brought here like so much luggage with an international student. Others think it some form of demon, or twisted spirit. Others say it crawled out of the pages of a book, well loved enough that the monsters came to life.  

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I was just wondering about your uh, demon hunter!Noct AU? Where Nyx just tells him he's got a pretty face that screams to be married off lmao. It seems like a super interesting AU, so I was just curious if you had any more info or ideas about it? o:

Heya anon! Glad you liked this au. It’s a pretty fun one to think about, mainly because Noct and Nyx’s interactions are hilarious. Here’s what I got for it now

  • The Lucis were originally an experiment from the Summer Court of the Fae to turn humans into some of their best enforcers and have a ready-made supply of Knights should their own die.
  • To do this, they arranged events so the Lucis would intermingle with as much supernatural beings as possible, quite literally breeding their very own weapons.
  • Soon enough, this was turned into another battlefield for the opposing Courts, to see who would gain the coveted prize of a family of born supernatural hunters
  • It was only thanks to a Lucis making a deal with the Old Golds, whose names are enough to bring madness and death, that the Lucis were freed from the Fae. In exchange for their family’s freedom, they became the Gods’ plaything, and were struck from the records : that Lucis was Ardyn.
  • Eventually, everyone forgot that his sacrifice, and he was reviled. It was only thousands of years later that the truth was found again, when he re-emerged and started targeting the Lucis one by one
  • About their powers
    • They are anathema to everything supernatural, with the exception of a small number of extremely powerful beings who can resist them
    • That’s because of the unique mix of creature blood running through their veins, making them something both supernatural and not at the same time in Eos’ ‘eyes’. They can control in a certain area around them what supernatural abilities are allowed to exist/operate
    • Kind of like how a powerful enough being have their own domain of power where their word is law. 
    • This ability is terrifying and extremely versatile : stopping a werewolf’s healing factor so they kill themselves when they try to turn, cancelling immunities to poison, turning a siren’s voice against its brethren, destroying magic-based flight while their target is in the air…
    • The Lucis sometimes have powers beyond their ability to nullify supernatural abilities, because a mix of circumstances can awaken some of their dormant blood 
  • Now, the Lucis are the ones keeping the supernatural in check and stopping it from being revealed to the rest of the world
    • If someone breaks the treaty that was crafted between the Lucis and the Council, they get hunted and killed before they can hurt anyone else
    • The world is divided in two : the mundane, and the supernatural
    • The Lucis are in charge of the mundane side, the Council of the supernatural one
  • The Council is made up of the most powerful supernatural families/clans/factions, such as the Ulrics, who are complete unknown, or the Nox Fleuret, royal family of the Winter Court
  • Talking about the Nox Fleuret, Lunafreya is a changeling of the Winter Court, daughter of their Queen and of a famous seer known for his accurate predictions
    • She became an impressive witch on her own, taken in by the Lucis when she was not of age and protected by them
    • Hundreds of years later, she is still one of their strongest ally, and was the one to gift Pryna and Umbra, payments from one of her contracts, to Noctis. Luna also taught him spell-crafting, so he could better protect himself
    • They keep in touch thanks to the Hounds and to Luna’s ability to use any reflective surface as a mean to communicate
  • And now, what led to the events of the “marry me off face”
    • Noctis is Regis’ only son, and a prize in both worlds, though for different reasons
    • as a cover, the Lucis are one of the, if not the, most powerful families in the world, with shares in every business, contacts spread wide across the world and spies hidden everywhere
    • It’s that much easier to keep the world safe if it’s nearly in the palm of their hands already, isn’t it?
    • So, Noctis’ position as the heir to that empire made him a target in the mundane world
    • But his being the last and apparently most powerful of the Lucis in a long time, with ties to Lunafreya herself? No one could pass that up
    • A coming-of-age party is the only time where an heir is left vulnerable, from an old tradition so rooted in the supernatural world that it was impossible to avoid
    • It’s the one time where courting is left up to the pretendants, and not to courted party. For one night only, the heir has to avoid getting tricked into a political marriage that would leave them as nothing but slaves
    • That’s why it’s their coming-of-age, because they will either make it past it, or they won’t. It’s one of the harshest lessons they learn, stemming from a time where no one could afford weakness in the family
    • Until that point, the Lucis could get away with not subjecting their children to this, but Ardyn subtly twisted things from behind the scenes to weaken his former family, culminating with Noctis’ party
    • Nyx was not there for the events, but he managed to glean enough information to learn that it was something alright.
    • Someone, though no one knows who, put every member in attendance under a geas to stop them from revealing what happened during that party
    • They just know that it was someone massively powerful, to be able to do this in one go and with no one being able to counteract it
  • After that, Ardyn started in assault in earnest, destroying the Lucis branches across the world while doing the same thing to some of the Council’ families
  • The Lucis accused the Council, and the Council accused the Lucis. 
  • It nearly turned into an all-out war, until Regis uncovered him as the perpetrator, ending gravely injured in the process. He was hidden by Luna while Noctis dealt with the backlash
  • Which led to him and a chosen envoy, Nyx of the Ulric Clan, working together to prove that Ardyn truly was the one behind everything, and to kill him in this case
  • To make things as “fair” as possible, all contacts between the respective factions and their envoys was supposed to be cut, but they all know that the Council put this into effect to cut Noctis off from his support base.
  • They want the Lucis, their greatest opponent and threat out of the picture
    • Luna doesn’t care about that no contacting ban though. She did grow into a powerhouse of her own, and a lot of people are leery of antagonizing her. You don’t want to mess with the daughter of the Winter Queen and of the man that caught her eyes. 
    • She is technically supposed to be neutral, but has enough leeway to favour the Lucis while appearing to do the opposite
  • And this is how Nyx and Noctis ended up in that situation, and how the “marry me off face” became a thing
  • Some more info about Noct 
    • Noctis favours daggers and firearms; sniper rifles when it proves necessary. Everyone was surprised when they found out how big his “domain of power” was, and they twisted it to his advantage immediately after realizing it
    • Strangely, his powers sometimes manifest as golden light, and no one knows what it means. The Lucis’ powers are supposed to be invisible, but Aulea, a witch who specialized in elemental magic and runes, theorized that it may be a latent ability from his ancestors.
    • Umbra and Pryna are Hounds of the Wild Hunt, able to hunt someone by scent or by the particular feelings they emit. They are especially sensitive to corruption, like the Old Gods, and will only listen to Noctis, whom they grew up with. They were pups when Luna gifted them to newborn Noct, and they are completely in sync
    • They can use shadows as weapons and as mean of transport, both for themselves and Noctis. In their true form, they are hulking masses of shadows vaguely shaped like wolves.
    • In everyday life, they either stay in Noct’s shadow or appear as harmless dogs. It’s that much more surprising when they transform into hell beasts after their master is threatened
  • Now, Nyx
    • The Ulric Clan is an unknown, and their best kept secret is what type of supernatural creatures they are. It’s that much harder to pin down because it seems like they all display signs of being from different species, which is unheard of and freaking impossible
    • In reality, they are shapeshifters. Not just weres, but truly able to change between species entirely, with the numbers of forms they can take increasing with age and experience
    • They were what the Summer Court based themselves on to create the Lucis, trying to mix as much creature blood as possible to make them deadly
    • Nyx doesn’t really care that much for the Lucis in the beginning, happy to stay with his family and to travel the world when he feels like it
    • But his interest was piqued when he heard about Noctis and the clusterfuck his coming of age apparently was
    • He chose to become the envoy just to satisfy his curiosity, and boy did he not expect Noct
  • Noctis is a seething ball of rage when they meet, still reeling from his father’s injuries and being cut off from his people
  • Nyx is quite taken by the sheer amount of life that comes from him, and decides to make it his mission to bring it out as often as possible
  • Noct just wants to stab him and be done with it, but thinks of his family and reigns himself in
  • Theirs is a rocky acquaintance, until they get into their first battle with Ardyn’s creatures and find out that the other is truly reliable and more than they appear
  • And it just goes from there
  • To be continued?
Barba / Post Collateral Damages

Per Request HERE by @lunadegitana
re: a Barba imagine from the episode “Collateral Damages” where he’s been struggling with this case and at the end comes home to his wife and daughter. (Season 17, Episode 15)

Warning: SPOILERS!!! Talk about pedophilia (the crime, not the act)

Originally posted by knittingharlot

okay that’s fine my heart is broke it’s cool; Jessica Phillips killlllls me in this episode and now I’m tearing up at work- all aboard the feels train.

Was it ever enough?

They found a pedophile. Who gave up more pedophiles.
Who have further offered to reveal even more damned pedophiles.

Things like this were supposed to be done by cretins hiding in dark basements, or crude celebrities drunk on their own power. Monsters who dug through the internet until they hit the hidden depths of the dark web, sorry excuses for men that lay in the shadows until the blinding light of justice comes crashing down to expose them.

This was not a beast hiding in the dark underbelly of the world.
This was a man Rafael has held meetings with, made jokes with and about.

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Downworlders Network Battle: One Character from TDA or TLH
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“ The Wild Hunt. Gabriel’s Hounds. The Wild Host. They have many names. They are faeries who disdain the earthly Courts. They ride across the sky, pursuing an eternal hunt. On one night a year a mortal can join them—but once you’ve joined the Hunt, you can never leave it. ”


Château of Monceaux / Month of December

This is one of a series of twelve tapestries, which each showed an astrological sign for a month with a French royal palace in the background. The month of December shows the Château of Monceaux (demolished in 1799, during the French Revolution) through the bare trees. On the left, Louis XIV leads a hunting party with horsemen and hounds after a wild boar. In the center of the top border, the astrological sign of Capricorn hangs between garlands of winter fruit and vegetables. In the foreground, two liveried pages drape a rare Near Eastern carpet over the balustrade, while a moorhen, crane, and bustard, birds from the royal menagerie, strut along the front.