#Double Rolo All the Way

[rolorules]

By Machizu Kasuka.

#rolo lamperouge #code geass #heart #double rolo all the way #Haven't had this tag in a while. #Machizu Kasuka

[innocent-cat]

Ok but. Percy’s idea of romance is most definitely from his parents. Traditional romance, courtly love and chivalry. Him sending flowers to reader as a secret admirer and her not getting it at all because they’re all single flowers that are very different. Until she drags Keyleth into it and they do some research. Look up “Victorian Language of Flowers” for inspo.

“Undying love” “true beauty” and all kinds of sweet meanings behind each flower. He’d get Keyleth to help because she’s a romantic and number 1 shipper.

HEY guess whose back xx

Percival de Rolo x Reader

Warnings - cussing lol, sharp objects????

"Victorian ways of loving.", Percy x Reader

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(A/N - very thankful thank you to leopard for giving me the silly little flower sites for this!!!)

Recently, you had gained a secret admirer. Overall? Weird. But.. entertainment wise? The most interesting mystery you've put yourself up to in a while.

Of course, it wasn't just you who was "solving" the case of a seemingly allergy-less admirer, it was Keyleth helping you. Knowing she worked so well with plants, who else was there really to go to?

Every time you received a new flower on your windowsill, your doorstep, or handed to you by someone on the street, you giddily sped-walk to the druid's ivied library she hung around daily.

"You'll never guess what I got this time, Keyleth. A single violet."

"..That's not a violet."

Taking the delicate flower from your hand, she rotates it clockwise and counter, careful not to touch the petals. She smiles. Still looking at the flower, she speaks;

"This is an Iris flower. Isn't she so gorgeous? Whoever gave you this, has to be thinking into something a little more than just flowers. I mean, I've personally never seen someone just give less than a bouquet of flowers to a special someone, have you?"

She shakes her ideas off onto you, still analyzing the flower. You lean against the table she was just sitting at, and watched her explore the library with the Iris.

"Where you going?"

"To get a book on Victorian flowers, of course. I remember my mom telling me something about Victorian flower meanings being something heavily carried throughout the years."

You followed Keyleth on her heels, sticking close to her and watching her actions. Her finger glides against the cloth covers of books, as she whispers, 'Victorian flowers, Victorian flowers, Victoriannn..' She lets out a small gasp, and leans the book out of it's place.

"Here it is! C'mon. Let's sit."

Sitting down, she heaves a sigh.

"So. Tell me all about those flowers you've been getting." She raises her eyebrows, flipping through the pages of the book, the scent of aged paper wafting faintly into your nose. She flipped, occasionally turning back for the table of contents.

"Well.. there've been a few. The first time I got one from them? It were these yellow little pansies. It was wrapped with a thin purple ribbon. I bit the stem, it was a little sour."

"Why would- Iris! Well, reads here that your little lover here is trying to say they think you're smart, and they put faith in you. Isn't that just so romantic?" Keyleth smiles, reading the words with her fingers.

"Well- what about the pansies?" You scoot closer to Keyleth, eyeing the book next to her.

"Hey, while I find flowers, why don't you keep telling me about the little expressions of romance you received?"

"Oh! You know what? There was this pair of flowers I got three days ago. Cute little white and pink daisies. It had a lively sense to it."

You listened to Keyleth flip through pages, double checking the contents, book marking pages with her fingers. You watched her read the page numbers to herself.

"Okay, pansies and daises right here! Lets read?" She turned a smile to you, bringing the book to the middle of the two of you. She points, she reads.

'Pansies. A flower commonly traded between secret lovers, but evolved into a flower that expresses to the receiver that the giver has been thinking of them.' She stops.

She reads again.

'Daisies. A flower that belongs to the 'Aster' branch. With a variety of colors, they were used to express differentiating terms. Most commonly for romance, white and pink were used. The white flowers expressed true, and pure love. The pink daises were often associated and linked to gentleness, romance, and love.'

Keyleth lets in a sharp breath. She had read all that in one go, and you didn't blame her for needing air.

"Isn't that so cute? Agh! You guys would be so cute together."

"We don't even know whose giving me these, Keyleth. What if it's like- some super betrayal from some random guy who hates us?"

"Uhm. It wont." Keyleth shined a toothy grin to you, and turned back to her book, to the contents.

"Well.. two days ago I got a bush heliotrope. It had a note in it. I think I remember it saying something about the sun. Super weird and poetic."

Keyleth leans forward, sitting her head up on her hand.

"Why don't you go get that for me, then? I don't think that's a flower in here.." She frowned.

"Yeah! Of course." You pushed your chair back, pushing yourself up with the table.

You frizz Keyleth's hair before continuing out the library. You open the beautiful spruce door, clicking it behind you. You sped-walk, trying your best to not make Keyleth wait for you for too long. It was sweet of her to help you with your romantic predicament.

You make a sharp turn into a hall, and you walk directly into a wall. You yelped in shock, stumbling backwards with the unexpected change of interior.

Before you fall flat on your ass, you're wrist is caught by another hand, and you're pulled up.

"Oh- I'm so sorry. I didn't notice you. Are you hurt?"

It was Percy. Oh how humiliating. Your small little fun crush on the man grew during your ventures with him, and you couldn't help to be stunned at the inconvenience of the moment.

You took his body language in. His face was tucked with guilt and concern for you. His hand gracing your face, cupping it. He brushes his thumb upon your cheek softly.

"Yeah. Thanks. I would have fell if you didn't catch me. I genuinely thought you were a wall for a few moments." You changed your stance, releasing his hand. You tucked one hand under the other, crossing your arms under your chest.

"Wait, you thought the keep had just- suddenly changed so you walked into a wall?" You watched his face dissolve from concern to a humored smile.

You turn your face, studying the wall that was to your left, and not in front of you. You hear him emit a small laugh, so pure and gratifying you couldn't help but smile too. You fought it, but you smiled.

You feel his other hand drop to your waist. You felt the hem of your shirt slightly lift, your sensitive skin jumping at the cold mechanical hand.

"Hey, don't be like that. Not the nicest thing to not look at someone talking to you, is it?" His hand that rest on your face turned you to look at him.

You looked back up to him, ruffled by his confident move. Mouth slightly ajar, your hand moves to his face. You drift closer to him.

Both of your eyes closed.

"Now.. as much as I enjoy your company, de Rolo the third, I'm afraid I have something to do."

You let go of his face, you pull away. You walk down the hall, your hand outlining his arm, and picking his hand up with your's, letting go when you're out of his reach.

You walk up the stairs, and close your door and listen to it creak shut, slowly. It clicks. You slide against it.

"Oh my god."

You deeply inhale, knowing you wasted the opportunity of kissing the Noble who lingered in your dreams. You stand, fixing your dragged hair, and open the nightstand next to your bed.

Shuffling through pens, papers, feathers, beads, knife sharpener, switch blade, nail filer, and other trinkets you kept roughly tossed in the drawer, you find the note you received with the flowers.

Your hands softly traced the neatly and delicately assorted letter as you read;

'My love,

You are the beaming sun that I turn to like heliotrope. Without you as my stream of light, I would be lost. You as my guide, I require no assurance that all will turn peacefully. Even with my name that of which is untold, I stand with you devoted, infatuated, and confidently regardless to your obliviously and curiosity. Please, allow all the flowers I send to sink to your heart and be remembered, kept, and admired for all your prosperous life.

Sincerely,

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ PFvMKdR |||'

Although romantic, the sign off was tragically confusing. You smiled, and tucked the note into your pocket. You rush down the stairs, jogging to the library.

You open the door slowly, and crack it enough to not make noise.

You could hear Percy and Keyleth talking, and you couldn't help but eavesdrop.

You snaked yourself around the libary, reaching a shelf that covered you, and was close enough to hear what they were saying.

"Percy. I won't be making orchids, or any flower in that matter, if they aren't to actually express yourself. No more notes!"

Keylath bantered Percy, complaining of how shy he was.

"Okay. If you make me these orchids, I'll.. tell them I love them."

"Yes!" Keyleth cheered, swiping the pot filled with moss, bark, and dried root. She worked her magic, and out came the loveliest orchid branch anyone could ever lay their eyes on. If only they were to be received by you instead of whomever the gunslinger showed interest in.

"Thank you Keyleth. I'll forever be in your debt."

"Pay me back by being super romantic."

Keyleth raised her voice as she watched the noble walk away, and exit through the door.

You rose, and walked back to the table, smiling at keyleth.

"Guess who got the little paper back super duper fast?"

"Aw, thanks. Lemme read."

After reading the note sighs. not having a clue what to do with the meaning.

"Hey, do you have any idea what that little sign off means?"

Keyleth lets out a knowing laugh. "Yeah. I bet they could be the initials of somebody."

"No one could possibly have initials that long, Kiki."

She picked a ink felt pen up from the table, spelling out the name.

"P - Percival. F - Fredrickstein. v - von. M - Musel. K - Klossowski. d - de. R- Rolo. See those little lines? Those stand for 'the third'."

You watched her map out the name on the love letter. You turned to her, waiting for her to say something more.

"What are you waiting for? I didn't make a bunch of flowers for nothing!" She laughed, and pulled you up from the chair, dragging you to the door, and shoving you out.

Before she closes the door, she peaks her head out.

"Oh, and make sure to not tell Percy I told you. He'd kill me." She let out a tired, and oddly terrified laugh.

The door slams. At least someone's eager?

You treaded slowly through the hall, your steps swift and quiet. You listened carefully for Percy throughout the keep Vox Machina collectively lived in. It wasn't late at night, so everyone was still up.(Not like it being late would stop any of them from being awake..) Regardless of this, everyone walked in their own distinctive way, and if they didn't, the weight of their steps revealed who was walking.

Eventually you heard the door to the yard of the keep open and shut. You assumed it was Percy, and it was best never to doubt some things.

You ran after the sound, opening the keep yard door when you reached it, and softly shutting it behind you.

You turned, softly taking in the scenery. It was sunset. The sky was a soft glow of pink and orange, and the sun was kissing goodbye. You smiled.

Shaking your head, you return your thoughts back to Percy. Or.. you could let his 'super romantic' confession play out on his own terms?

Nah.

You walked through the yard, your feet rustling against the short and soft blades of grass. You spot Percy, pacing back and fourth, with a pot of Orchid Branches set on the bench beside him. The pot was a beautiful off white, with golden rims, a matching design of pink flowers bloomed on the center.

You walked towards him timidly, debating if you should turn back on your heels and go to sleep.

"Hey."

too late.

Percy stops pacing, his eyes locking on your's when he hears you.

"Hi."

You take a seat on the old bench, patting the seat beside you. Percy accepts the direction, and sits beside you. He sits on the opposite side of you, eschew from touching you.

You scoot closer to him, leaning into his side.

"Who are the flowers for, lover boy?"

You spoke softly and teasingly to him, head leant on his shoulder, inner arm hold his inner arm.

"They're.. they're for you."

"Did Keyleth tell you what they mean yet?"

You hummed curiously.

"Rare and delicate beauty. That's exactly what you are to me."

There was a moment of unmoving silence between the two of you. Not awkward silence, or a gross silence, but quiet.

It was a moment of knowing peace between the two of you. The truth of who your bouquet arranger is, and Percy gaining the sense of acceptance and wellfare sitting next to you.

"That's nice of you, Percy." You tenderly spoke again, interlocking your fingers with his. You used your free hand to circle small shapes into his hand.

"And so were all your other flowers. They were very gorgeous, Percy."

Percy rested his head against your's.

"Thank you."

The two of you leaned into each other in the warm weather, watching the sun kiss you goodbye.

#percy #percy de rolo #percival de rolo #percival x reader #percival de rolo x reader smut #x reader #vox machina x reader #oneshot #fluff #flowers #tlovm #the legend of vox machina #percy x reader fluff #percy x reader flowers #percival x reader flowers #percival x reader fluff #percival de rolo x reader fluff #percival de rolo x reader flowers #keyleth of the air ashari

[chain-link-smut]

Hello Beautiful Beasties!

Smut-tember 23, Day 24: Dark x Reader(Fem) - Arrested and Nearly Caught

Summary: Dating Dark came with risks, but you never thought that one of those risks was his parole officer, your big brother, would nearly catch you in the act. Dark was asking for trouble when he just continued to fuck you while you identity stayed hidden.

Word count: 1,422

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Walking into Dark's apartment after a long overnight shift you kicked off your boots and hung up your keys. The smell in the air was amazing! Following the smell, it led you to the kitchen where Dark was cooking. Of course the rescue kitten and puppy, Jeff and Rolo were happily standing by to help and have scraps. Jeff liked to give "instructions" on stirring and flipping and Rolo was being a sleepy speed bump in Dark's path to the sink per usual, at least that was until they saw you.

After being greeted warmly by the fur babies, you wrapped your arms around Dark from behind. You took a deep breath and let the stresses of work roll right off.

Dark chuckled, rubbing your hand that was on his ribs. "Is that your gun digging into my ass or are you just happy to see me?"

"Ha ha very funny." You giggled even though he used that joke more times than it should be. "What are you making?"

"Pancakes and they are just now ready. Go sit and eat, then shower. You smell like Folgers coffee and stale doughnuts."

"Did you just stereotype me?" You gawked at him playfully. When he turned and looked at you with one eyebrow up, you whispered, "Community Coffee and a chocolate Croissant."

"You cops are all the same." He kissed your lips as he placed the plate on the table.

"It's the only place open at 3AM!"

"I could just bring you breakfast."

You glared at him only for the reason that it was too good to be true. "Mhm, and how do you plan on doing that if you are on house arrest from 10:00 PM - 9:00 AM?"

"I have my ways that you don't need to know of." He winked at you. That was one thing he did make sure of. If he was going to do anything 'stupid' he left you out so it wouldn't jeopardize your career as an officer.

Breakfast and a hot shower later, you felt refreshed and ready for whatever the day brought, even if it was just sleep for the next 24hrs. Tossing the towel into the dirty clothes and adjusting the oversized hoodie, you see Dark’s backside. He was in nothing but a fitted pair of briefs and the tattoos along his back.

Your eyes slowly went from his silver and white hair, his traps, his long and toned back muscles to his hips. The man had a perfect ass. A thought sparked! Tip toeing to your tactical belt in the kitchen (Dark insisted on double checking your weapon every day and cleaning it if it was shot) and grabbed the cuffs, then snuck behind him again in the small living room. "Well, aren't you a tall drink of water?"

Dark had his phone in hand when he turned around, both wrists at perfect height. You slapped the cuffs around his wrist, keeping them decently loose. He seemed a little startled at first, but he gave that devilish grin and his ruby red eyes darkened. "Oh? What am I being arrested for, officer?" He closed the gap some as he jingled the metal.

"For being too damn sexy." You took a few steps backwards, him following.

"Is that so? Are you going to read me my rights?"

You were pressed against the wall, his hands just inches away from you. You giggled for what seemed to be the tenth time since you showed up. "You have the right to remain silent-"

"I can find a way to do that." He knelt down in front of you, cuffed hands pulling up the hoodie so he could see what he wanted.

"- anything you say can and will… be… used against... you… Oh sweet Hylia! "

Dark had lifted one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder before he began lightly sucking on your clit. He used his fingers to massage just outside of your folds and up into your hood. One of his thumbs slipped inside you, just past the rim and began teasing you. Grabbing his bangs drew out a hungry growl. Not able to get to where he wanted to be, he lifted you up with the help of the wall for support. Both legs over his shoulder, he finally was able to lap at the slick area he wanted. His overly talented tongue moved in ways that had you shivering in his hold.

Dark, with you still on his shoulders, carries you to the bed, tossing you down. He eagerly kissed you, letting you taste yourself, then was back to having his face between your legs. He lapped at the wetness you were producing for him, because of him. Taking a breath, he asked, “Now what can I do to have these removed?” He shook the cuffs.

“B-bribing an officer now? That will cost you extra time with them on.”

“How long?” He kissed your inner thigh.

“All day, as a start.”

“Mmm, then I guess I better get started with serving my time.” Dark openly tongue fucked and fingered you into oblivion, coaxing you to cum over and over again. That was until the puppy, Rolo, began barking in the living room and the front door was flung open.

“Who the-” You startled, but Dark placed a hand over your mouth.

“Dark, you home?”

You ripped Dark’s hand from your mouth, harshly whispering, “Why the fuck is my brother here?!”

“Your brother? You’re Time’s sister?”

“Little sister.”

“Oh this is going to go really bad or really good.” You didn’t like that tone, he was planning something. He pulled the hood of your hoodie up to cover your hair and face, then the sleeves to cover your hands. He pulled the blankets back at the foot of the bed, moving you himself to get under them. The footboard and the sheets were going to conceal you completely. He took off his briefs and slid into the covers with you, hovering over you. “In here!”

“What are you-”

“Shh, stay quiet for me darling. Let’s have some fun.” This shithead!!

You could hear Time’s heavy boots scuff the floor then halt at the door that was on the other side of the room. You stayed as quiet as you could. “I have a job for- what the hell are you doing?”

“Fucking your sister.” As he said it, he inserted himself and it took everything you had not to moan.

“My sister wouldn’t sink so low as to be with you. Cuffs for foreplay or did you get arrested today and escape… again?”

Dark rolled his hips, making you bite down on the thick hoodie. “I don’t know. Does your sister like this kind of thing?” Oooh he was asking for it!

“Gross… I have a job for you.”

With Dark still keeping a steady pace thrusting into you, you tried to focus on what was said, but it proved to be too difficult. You tried to keep the noises down, though a few slipped out. Dark softly hushed you, nicely telling you to stay quiet for him. He chuckled at your glare.

The two kept talking over a case, some operation and how there needed to be an inside man, but all you could do was pay attention to how thick Dark was and how close you were getting to another orgasm despite Time being in the room. This was so wrong, but you were nearly there! You just needed that last push over the edge and you could relax again. You snuck your hand under the sheets and rubbed at your clit, catching Dark’s darkened by lust eyes. He kept his eyes on you as he sped up, matching the vigorous speed you set. He slipped three fingers into your mouth right before you came to keep you silent.

“He’s gone.” He removed his fingers, stroking your lips with wet fingers. “You dirty little thing. You enjoyed the thrill and anxiety of potentially getting caught, didn’t you?”

You smiled up at him sleepily, eyes half lidded. “Would have preferred it not be him that could have caught us, still, yes.”

“I guess we will see if he noticed your badge on the dresser.” Said dresser was right at the bedroom door.

“He is going to kick your ass.” You had the giggles now, lack of sleep catching up.

“We can worry about that tomorrow. For now, I’m not finished serving my sentence, Ma’am.” He began fucking you again in earnest.

Keep it Naughty you Beautiful Beasties!🖤

#loz smut #purely smut #smut-tember #st23 #18+ only #dark x reader #dark link x reader

[revelmaven]

Language is infinitely more complicated than just saying words. It’s how you say them - the tone, the lilt, the emphasis - and why you say them - why say great instead of gargantuan, or why say Oh, so good to meet you, instead of You were one of the women who helped murder me - and when you say them - whether you just come out with it, or whether you leave a pause.

Pauses are a language all of their own, you know. A goodly-placed pause can make all the difference, can add such a layer of intrigue, really make the next word punch when you get to it.

You do have to be careful with pauses, though; the timing can really make or break your intention. Replying over the top of someone comes across as far too eager, while a pause of four seconds or more is often taken as a rejection.

Well, five seconds - going on six - have passed since Laudna stuck her hand out to the other Lady de Rolo, and the longer she stands, smiling unflappably, the more the pause rots her cheerful introduction - exposing the ribs and seams of it, pulling apart to reveal a carcass of double meanings - and, indeed, seems to be doing the same to the poor woman staring at her, who appears to be using all her willpower to keep her nicely-gloved hands from trembling outright and not remotely thinking of shaking Laudna’s.

It’s hard to tell what she is thinking, actually.

Well. Well, the specifics are hard. It’s fairly obvious the gist is that she recognises Laudna.

There’s only one reason someone who lives here would recognise Laudna.

The woman, at eight seconds, finally seems to take agency of herself again and tilts her chin up, agape jaw shutting into a rigid, stately expression. She inhales like the air is punched into her by an arrow.

“Quite.” She almost blurts. Her voice is thin and soft in a way that pairs oddly with her affectation; like watered down wine at an otherwise impressive banquet. “Laudna. Of course. It’s…”

She appears to cycle through acceptable greetings rapidly, finding any one containing variations of the words nice or good to be inappropriate. She goes without.

“I am Lady Cassandra de Rolo.” The name shudders, a threadbare comfort. She finally extends her hand.

Laudna takes it warmly.

“I remember.” She says.

Lady Cassandra trembles visibly. And then all of a sudden can’t seem to stop.

It takes over her whole body; her face, pallid with horror, twists into something tragic, tight lines pulling at the corners of her warm brown eyes.

“I’m sorry.” She breathes. “I’m so sorry, I-”

“We were children.” Laudna says, in the carefree tone you’d use to absolve a schoolmate of having pushed you in the yard. She pauses. It changes the meaning utterly when she continues, “We were just girls.”

She still hasn’t let go of the Lady’s hand. Cassandra doesn’t seem to be attempting to take it back. She stares at Laudna, tracing the planes and crevices of her face, the hinge of her jaw, the roots of her hair - anything but her eyes, if she can help it.

Laudna’s gaze doesn’t waver. Her smile is small, and steady, sure as sunlight.

“I’m sorry, too.” She says. “At least I got away - you… I like to think we would’ve tried to save each other, if we could have.”

Cassandra’s other hand moves to grip Launda’s and a gasp shivers from her. Her eyes shine, helpless.

Darling Laudna, indomitably cheerful, smiles more, though it’s a motherly thing with sloped brows. Her free hand comes up as well, gently steadying Cassandra by the wrist.

“I remember thinking you had the most beautiful dress I had ever seen.” She says, a girlish giggle lilting through even though her eyes are earnest and somber. “I wanted so badly to catch your eye, thought maybe we could be friends, somehow.”

Cassandra makes a weak noise. Laudna smooths her thumb over the back of the Lady’s glove.

“Could we? If it’s not too forward.” Laudna chuckles. “Just - leave all of that other stuff - we’re much too old to keep dwelling on it, wouldn’t you think?”

Her gaze, her tone, turn the simple words into an absolution. Cassandra de Rolo hangs in disbelief, searching Laudna’s face for deception. Their hands remain joined.

“How can you…?” Cassandra breathes. She can’t finish. She can’t find the words she needs to explain it any more than she can find the hatred she needs in Laudna.

Laudna lets out a quiet roll of a laugh.

“Us Whitestone girls are tough,” She says, “you did what you had to. But you aren’t a Briarwood. You didn’t do this to me. What do I have to hold against you?”

The breath that trembles out of Cassandra is quiet, but takes with it something immense that has been hanging on her shoulders since she saw Laudna lingering in her entryway - and, likely, much, much longer. Her posture settles, freed of the mantle of something.

“It’s so good to see you, Laudna.” She says.

Laudna smiles.

“And you, Lady Cassandra.”

#cr #fic #fanfiction #laudna #cassandra de rolo #just a little thing bc they never actually did talk to cassandra during the whitestone visit and i had Thoughts #ficlet #fandomsmash #keyboard smash

[thevalleyisjolly]

Critical Role parties ranked by mothers’ names

They might be sung or unsung heroes of the land, but the real question is, how well do they all know each other?  For example, what are their mothers’ names? 

Introduction

Results reflect the number of named mothers in each party divided by the total number of known mothers in each party.  “Known mothers” refers to mothers of PCs who are confirmed to exist.  In order to be a “named” mother, their names/titles must be stated in an episode of Critical Role.  Supplementary books and comics are for now excluded, although to my knowledge, this does not change the results in any substantial way.

If a character does not have a mother or mother figure (e.g. FCG, Molly, Kingsley) or does not know/remember who their parents are (e.g. Fjord, Yasha), those parents are not counted as known mothers here because it was not possible for the characters -much less the party- to know who they were/are.  At the same time, if a character does know who their parents are but it is never established whether any of those parents is a mother (e.g. Pike, Grog), they are not counted as a known mother/mother figure in the party total.

Additional notes:

Mother figures who are not formally related to party members are considered as known mothers if the characters acknowledge some type of parental/familial relationship with them (which does not equate to a mothering or a positive relationship).  Currently, this is only relevant to two PCs, Yasha and Orym.  With Yasha, the Skyspear is counted as a parental figure, although she did not consider the quality of that relationship to be mothering or positive.  With Orym, it is unclear whether he considers Nel (Derrig’s wife) to be a mother figure, although we do know that they had a good relationship and it is likely she also occupied a parental role in his life as Derrig did.

FCG, Molly, and Kingsley are unique cases of characters who came into existence under very particular circumstances.  While FCG is certainly a sentient person, he has no memory of his early years and relationships in Aeor, and they don’t appear to view their relationship with Dancer as a parent-child one.  Molly and Kingsley, on the other hand, were pieces of Lucien’s soul who became their own persons and who emphatically did not identify with or as Lucien.  Therefore, while Lucien certainly had parents, they are not counted as either Molly or Kingsley’s parents.

If party members share a mother (really just Vex and Vax), that mother only counts as one known mother for the party total and is not double-counted.

Party rosters are as listed on Encyclopedia Exandria.  This does mean that Tiberius is included for Vox Machina.  One-shot characters (Derrig, Lieve’tel, Bertrand in the case of Vox Machina) are not counted as part of the official party roster, even if they are referred to as party members in the game.

A huge shout out to Encyclopedia Exandria in general, which was a really great resource in researching the familial relationships of each character and what has come up in-game!  And now, let’s get to the stats!

Vox Machina - 6/6 (100%)

Grog - unknown Keyleth - Vilya Percy - Johanna de Rolo Pike - unknown Scanlan - Juniper Taryon - Mariya Darrington Tiberius - Penelope Vex and Vax - Elaina

The ones who started it all!  Perhaps thanks to Scanlan’s speech, Vox Machina gets a perfect score, with six out of six known mother/mother figures being named in-game.  With Pike and Grog, while we know that both characters had at least one father, we do not know the gender of their other parents, and they are therefore not counted as known mothers here.

Bonus fact: If we exclude Tiberius, Vox Machina would still be batting at 100%.

Mighty Nein - 7/7 (100%)

Beau - Clara Lionett Caduceus - Constance Clay Caleb - Una Ermendrud Essek - Deirta Thelyss Fjord - unknown Jester - Marion Lavorre Kingsley - not applicable Molly - not applicable Veth - Ashlee Smyt’hh Yasha - The Skyspear

The Mighty Nein also get a perfect score for known mothers, with seven out of seven known mother/mother figures being identified in-game.  Since we do not know any of Fjord’s or Yasha’s birth parents, they are not included as known mothers in the overall count.  Similarly, neither Molly nor Kingsley have applicable parent relationships.

Bonus fact: If we exclude the Skyspear (and her inclusion is extremely tenuous), the Mighty Nein is still at 100% when it comes to known mothers.

Bells Hells - 2/5 (40%)

Ashton - unnamed mother Bertrand - unknown Chetney - unknown Dorian - unknown Fearne - Birdie Calloway Fresh Cut Grass - not applicable Imogen - Liliana Temult Laudna - unnamed mother Orym - unnamed mother; Nel?

Bells Hells is where it gets complicated!  Out of five known mother/mother figures, only two are named, giving Bells Hells a total of 40%.  As stated above, FCG has never defined his relationship with Dancer as one of parent-child, and we do not know who Bertrand, Chetney, and Dorian’s parents are/were.  We do know that Ashton, Laudna, and Orym are all stated or shown to have a mother, although we do not know their names.  On the other hand, the mothers whom we do know have certainly made an impression as big as that red moon in the sky!

Bonus fact: Since it is not clear whether Orym also considered Nel a mother figure, she is excluded from the official count.  If she were included, she would raise Bells Hells overall total to 3/6 (50%).

Conclusion

While both Vox Machina and the Mighty Nein have a perfect score, Mighty Nein arguably has the edge over Vox Machina in terms of just having more known mothers to name.  The Mighty Nein also have the meta advantage of coming after C1, with the cast meme-ing the hell out of “What���s my mother’s name?” and making it an actual in-game icebreaker question.

Very understandably, Bells Hells has had fewer episodes than either Vox Machina or Mighty Nein at this point, so we know a little less about them.  However, it is worth mentioning that we do know a fair deal about the relationships that Bells Hells have with their families, even if we don’t know the names of their parents, and that the impact of those relationships have been markedly felt by the PCs and their personal arcs.  Someone who never appears in the narrative but their presence is felt by what grows around them, y’know?

And now, it’s only right to close with an acknowledgement of the adventuring mothers from within these parties whom we most definitely do know and love: Vex, Pike, Veth, Beau and Yasha (if they did end up adopting), and of course, Fearne <3  

#critical role #vox machina #mighty nein #bells hells #long post

[rolotouto]

Hello LoSto, bye-bye GeaGene

As I mentioned a while ago now, here’s Rolo’s only lines in Lost Stories so far, from a special event:

Rolo: Brother, is it really okay to let Sayoko handle this?

Lelouch: It’s fine. Normal people can’t see through Sayoko’s high disguise skills

Rolo: It’s not the appearance that I’m worried about...

Sayoko: Rolo-sama, there is no need to worry. I have spent many years assisting Lelouch-sama

Sayoko: I can perfectly replicate the way in which Lelouch-sama acts

Rolo: Really? Don’t forget that if you are exposed, you will put Brother in danger

Sayoko: I am aware. As the 37th Successor of the Shinozaki School, I will wholly fulfill my role as Lelouch-sama’s body double

Lelouch: I leave it in your hands, Sayoko

Lelouch: More importantly, Rolo. Watch out for Suzaku’s behavior. If he takes any action, let me know immediately

Rolo: Sure, Brother

Lelouch: I sense there is a plan behind choosing Nunnally as the new governor of Area 11

Lelouch: Most likely, that man...

Lelouch: The 2nd Prince, Schneizel

Lelouch: There’s no way he would stay quiet as millions of Japanese people, including the Black Knights, have exited the country

Lelouch: He must have already thought of his next movement. Before that, we must urgently take measures... 

Rolo: Even in the Chinese Federation, you have a lot of things to do, right Brother?

Lelouch: That’s right. That’s why I trust you two to take care of things over there. I leave it in your hands, Rolo. Sayoko

Sayoko: Yes, sir 

Rolo: Yeah. Good luck to you too, Brother... ---- As some of you may have already heard, Genesic Re;Code will be no more after 27th April 2023. It’s a bit sad, but probably not a sign that Geass isn’t popular enough, but rather that Lost Stories is the better app (which has even announced an international release!). Both visually and in terms of writing, Lost Stories does feel much more faithful and like a “canon” part of the Geass universe, whereas Genesic could sometimes get way too fanfiction-y. Really, it might just be me, but I'd say you can already tell in the few lines he has here that this Rolo sounds more like The Real Rolo than he ever did in GeaGene (not voiced yet, though). Here’s hoping that he has already properly been added to Lost Stories as a recruitable unit by April. As for Genesic Re;Code though, unfortunately international servers closed immediately after the announcement that the app would be shutting down, and the VPNs I’ve tried won’t fix the “can’t connect’ error. If anyone knows of a working VPN, please let me know, as I would have wanted to record *everything* Rolo says... (I already posted all of his main lines, but he also has short win and lose quotes and things like that).

#genesic re;code #code geass #code geass r2 #lost stories #code geass lost stories #rolo lamperouge #sayoko shinozaki #lelouch lamperouge #translation

[mollymauksboi]

Sunsets | Percy de Rolo x M!Reader

this is dedicated to my beautiful fiancè @pixielostboy, i love you to the moon and back my little songbird. i hope you enjoy it 🥰

word count: 1,106

(no use of y/n. sfw, fluffy romance)

Percival de Rolo was one of class, one of wit and much talent. He held himself to the highest of standards... Except for when in the likes of this rag-tag group that called themselves "Vox Machina." Ever since he had joined, the noble man of Whitestone had found himself going through much more than he anticipated; he had dealt with the trauma of his past with the Briarwoods, overcome the demon Orthax who had a tight grasp upon his soul, restored Whitestone to it's former glory and reunited with the only other living de Rolo- his darling sister Cassandra.

While all this was happening, Percy had found himself also falling in love. With who in particular? This adorable, gothic Half-Orc who had joined in their heroics and adventures some time ago. It came as a bit of a surprise, the once cold hearted, revenge seeking de Rolo falling in love. But here he was, currently pacing the room of his in their home on the outskirts of Emon, fiddling with a gloved hand as he tried to find a way to talk you into a date with him. After all those lonely nights filled with dread that were remedied by your company and comfort, all the long talks and your genuine interest in his tinkering, how could Percy not begin to fall for you? Percival would have sought out the help from the other members but thought against it. The twins would only mock him, Scanlan wouldn't be of any help in the slightest with his highly sexual ideas. No, he wanted to romance you, not fuck you. Well- not yet anyhow.

The silver-haired man had a plan.

After knowing the paladin for some time now, Percival had learned all of your favourite things- some of which included picnics and long walks in the woods. It was a good thing that they had a rather large piece of land while living here in Emon. The human artificer quickly made his way into the kitchen, making little sandwiches and snacks with what items they had. He then gathered a blanket from a spare chest in the hall. Hell, he even scouted the property- finding a spot near the borders of the forest behind their cozy little abode and began to set things up. Taking his time, Percy made sure everything was perfectly in place. He hoped you would love the romantics of a sunset picnic and cuddling under the stars. After double and even triple checking that he had everything for what he could only hope was a spectacular evening by your side, the gunslinger headed inside to fetch you. He knocked upon your door and greeted you with a charming smile, his green eyes twinkling with hope. When you agreed to accompany him, Percival felt his heart begin to pound within the confines of his chest, politely offering out his arm to you and leading you into the field.

“I hope you don't mind that it's still close to home,” he chuckled softly, getting you situated and taking his seat next to you. Seeing your auburn eyes widen at the sight of everything, Percy couldn't help but to grin as he watched you fumble over your words.

“Th-thank you Percy. My Gods, this is absolutely delightful! And the food- Just… Wow-” You were completely awestruck, and that was exactly the goal the gunslinger had wanted to reach. Scooting a little closer, he gently brushed a few locks of your salt and pepper hair from your face, thumb grazing over the deep set scar on your chin. “I wanted the perfect night for the perfect man. I must confess… I really do like you, darling...” As Percy finally began to admit his true feelings and the real reason as to why he had invited you out tonight, he watched as your cheeks blossomed with a beautiful pink colour.

"Y-you do..?" you asked, your sheepish nature creeping back in and causing you to try to hide your face.

"Yes, I do. I have for quite some time.. I just didn't realize it until recently. But I wish to make up for that lost time and I promise you, darling.. I will take good care of you" Gloved hand never leaving your face even as you tried to turn away and hide your flushed cheeks, Percival tilted your head back to face him, russet eyes meeting frosty greens, smiles tugging at the corners of both mens lips. No words were needed for what was to come next as Percy slowly began to lean down for a kiss, all you could do in response was to watch excitedly before his lips pressed into yours.

Percy gently guided you into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist and holding you there firmly while your hands gripped desperately at his silky blue coat. The kiss was a heated one, filled with all the lustful desires both of you held for one another, all the passion and love was bursting at the seams spilled out amongst the blades of grass surrounding you. It was a truly magical moment that left both of you breathless by the time you pulled away, carefully readjusting Percy's rounded glasses upon his nose.

"I love you, more than you'll ever know-" came Percy's gentle voice, barely above a whisper.

"I love you too, Percy" you murmur into his ear, trailing affectionate little kisses down his sharp jawline.

You remain happily seated in the artificer's lap for a time, enjoying conversations that range from his tinkering and experimenting to future little dates much like these. While both of you converse, the sandwiches are eaten, as are the little snacks Percy had placed inside the basket, and a fine wine is sipped throughout the evening. When the conversations begin to close, Percy cleaned up the blanket a touch, storing the now empty glasses within it before he came to lay beside you. The sun was now beginning to set on the horizon, the gentle glow of brilliant reds and oranges filled the sky with splashes of pink and blue hues dotted within. The darkening sky above littered with the twinkling of millions of stars.

Wrapping his arm firmly around your waist, pulling you against his warmth, Percy placed a few kisses to your hair, heads resting against one another while you both stared up into the beautiful sunset. As the sun dipped lower and lower, crickets and fireflies began to make their way out of hiding, filling the air around you with an immense peace and sense of tranquility.

This truly ended up being the perfect evening after all.

#taliesin jaffe #taliesin jaffe my beloved #percy de rolo #i love percival de rolo #critical role #fluffy romance #my first fic after a 6 year hiatus please be gentle #for the love of my life #fluffy percy de rolo #romantic percy de rolo #gods i love this bean

[whitehairswagbracket]

Um. Um- guys. I currently have 170 submissions (it was 169 for almost 12 hours, until someone submitted Elric of Melniboné) for a whopping 152 characters. And i think we can all agree that that is just wayyy too many characters, so. I've decided to create a bracket only out of those that have been submitted at least 2 times. Which currently is 24 characters, listed below. Submissions remain open.

If you've already submitted your blorbo, but they aren't on this list, please don't submit them again. You can create propaganda and send it to me for posting or convince your fandom friends to submit the character, but please refrain from double submitting, since if i have too many characters that fit the 2 submissions criteria i might have to cut some of them out, to make a reasonable sized bracket.

Only 1 character from each fandom will be included in the bracket so for fandoms that will have more than 1 character that qualifies, i will make a "round 0" in which you, lovely users, through the power of polls will determine the one and only character from each fandom that will enter the actual bracket. I've decided to use polls for this rather than just go by the number of submissions, since i think it will be more fun.

I won't have time to work on the bracket until thursday afternoon so submissions will be kept open at least until then. I will answer asks and post any propaganda that you send my way, so feel free to do that.

I hope this all made sense, if you have any questions, just pop them in the asks.

Here is a list of characters that are already "in", so you don't have to submit them anymore:

Itona Horibe (Assasination Classroom)

Yue (ATLA)

Dabi (BNHA)

Shoto Todoroki (BNHA)

Atsushi Nakajima (BSD)

Yukichi Fukuzawa (BSD)

Percy de Rolo (Critical Role)

Nagito Komeda (Danganrompa)

Kyoko Kigiri (Danganrompa)

Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)

Tora Olafsdotter/Ice (DC)

Alina Starkov (Shadow and Bone)

Edelgard Von Hresvelg (Fire Emblem)

Prussia (Hetalia)

Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen)

vFlower (Vocaloid)

Kanade Yoisaki (Project Sekai)

Ken Kaneki (Tokyo Ghoul)

Kirari Momobami (Kakegurui)

Riku (Kingdom Hearts)

Xehanort (Kingdom Hearts)

Rose Lalonde (Homestuck)

Ryu Natsume (Paradox Live)

Silver The Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog)

*English is not my first language so feel free to point out and errors i might have made

#white hair swag tournament #not a poll #mod talks #long post

[rolorules]

By Kuru.

Starting a Double Rolo Week.

#rolo lamperouge #code geass #double rolo all the way #Kuru

[essayofthoughts]

Forgive me if this sounds idiotic but… not much context besides what we know about his personality in general. And just wanting to know because I enjoy your rant posts haha. What do you think would cause him to get to that point, both before the Briarwoods and after? Like I know abandonment issues is a big cause for him hating Scanlan for a bit, but what else would make him that upset with a loved one? And again, if this sounds stupid forgive me you don’t have to answer if you don’t want :)

I don't think I usually make "rant posts". If it's a rant there's usually a lot more swearing and vociferous expression; my longer posts are... well, me living up to my username. Rambles and expansive explanations of thoughts, sometimes to essay length.

But yeah, to answer the question of what might make canon-Percy cut ties with a loved one, close friend or family member... deep personal betrayal and that's about it.

Percy lost his whole family - most were killed and he believed Cassandra was too. He knows incredibly well what it is like to lose loved ones, and you see from how he is around Vox Machina that he doesn't want to lose them either. He feels terrible at how close Vax came to death when they first faced the Briarwoods and for all he'll argue and debate with them - he's comfortable doing that because he loves and respects them and trusts that they feel likewise. He can be kind of a dick to them without it breaking things (which is also probably why so many people forgot just how much of a dick he can be, because those around him didn't always take it that way).

So, you've got to think about what will override his fear and horror of losing people and... that's betrayal. That sense of betrayal is why he kills Anders far and away the most brutally of any of his List - from some of what he says, it seems almost to me that Anders was almost a second father figure to him, with Frederick often busy with work as the Lord of Whitestone and with Percy being tutored instead of in classes with his peers. Anders betraying the family would then be so much more painful if he was someone Percy trusted and looked up to like that - someone he loved as family (and Anders' family was one which held one of the Noble Houses of Whitestone; his uncle had been the previous head of the Grey Hunt - Anders would have been a social peer to the de Rolos!).

And.... I mean if you want evidence of how badly Percy responds to betrayal:

"Some people have no sense of fucking honour!" yells Percy and shoots Clarota in the head when he turns on them after being reconnected to the Elder Brain.

"Am I really angry with you/Are you still my sister?" Questions to Cass after she betrays them and they knock her out - but she's all the family he has left so he works to mend it because he refuses to lose her too. If she'd doubled down, it would go quite differently. Percy is ruthless when needs be.

Scanlan leaving as he did. Percy went to Vex with his anger, knowing that she'd give advice and help him because they help each other, it's what they do. If Scanlan had been any less willing to help when he brought them new terrible news, I think Percy would have taken it as him doubling down on being an arsehole and washing his hands of them and probably would have cut ties then.

Percy will give people chances. He doesn't want to be betrayed and he doesn't want to lose people and those feelings are largely even to him. But if someone seems likely to betray his trust again?

He's No Mercy Percy, after all. He'll do what he believes needs to be done, be that as simple as cutting ties or as far as killing them.

#percy de rolo #percival de rolo #vox machina #critrole meta #rodneypoo #living up to my username #ask

[party-with-books]

I posted 1,339 times in 2022

26 posts created (2%)

1,313 posts reblogged (98%)

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I tagged 132 of my posts in 2022

#critical role - 69 posts

#cr spoilers - 43 posts

#xd - 20 posts

#exandria unlimited - 10 posts

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#campaign 3 - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#and it's just really nice to see them showing care for something that was arguably one of their most successful movies to come from them

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I'm still crying dudes.

Cerrit kept his promise, he made it home to his family.

Even if he and his family doesn't live to see the Calamity's end, in that moment him returning was all I wanted by the curtain closing. And beating a DC 30 by ONE is some form of poetic cinema you can't make up.

39 notes - Posted June 17, 2022

#4

Thoughts spiraling before heading to bed. That was a helluva episode, I'm still in shock and shaking.

I gotta believe--like with the Iron Shepherds--this was a fight they were meant to lose. Not for the same reasons, but same outcome was meant to be met.

Otahan was supposed to be that much more op than Bells Hells. My thought is there's no way they could have all made it out, even if they hightailed it out earlier.

Matt's reasons are his to reveal in due time, like he always does, and the fact he was never stressed or worried at Orym and Ferne dying (see: Mollymauk's death, it was the dice not being in the groups favor and their choice to stay that brought them to Molly dying) makes me believe there's SOMETHING more coming.

Only the cost for them coming back may be in Imogen "giving in".

Leaving off with Matt's tweet cause he really cares and we should be respectful no matter what.

42 notes - Posted September 8, 2022

#3

THAT WITCH IS TRYING TO COME BACK VIA LAUDNA?!?! SHE “LIVES SOMEWHERE IN YOUR SPIRIT”, TAKING THE POWER FROM MAGICAL ARCANE ITEMS TO STRENGTHEN HER SPIRIT TO INHABIT LAUDNA??

no but like IMAGINE DELILAH WANTING TO TAKE OVER LAUDNA AND SEEK REVENGE ON VM, GOING TO WHITESTONE IN THE PHYSICAL MOCKERY OF VEX’AHLIA (NOW DE ROLO), THE VERY BODY THEY ALL SAW HUNG FROM THE SUN TREE WALKING AGAIN.  

43 notes - Posted May 12, 2022

#2

Laura Bailey, queen of double entendres, breaker of DM and PCs

46 notes - Posted September 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

‪"Dorian is, for all intents and purposes, a normal bard." ‬

Dorian Storm of Bell's Hells, Brontë Wyvernwind of the Silken Squall, silver tongue and bard extraordinaire... 💙💙

‪(I tried, I failed, but) I wanted to show my thanks for this wonderful character, played by the INCREDIBLE Robbie Daymond!

‪Above is a Spiced Rum Cake with rum soak, topped with Blackberry Frosting, sugar pearls & white chocolate deco.‬

I can't draw/paint/write very well and cosplaying is a thing I'm still improving on, but I CAN bake. So I've had in my head for a while doing a series of character themed cupcakes, and Dorian's departure seemed like the perfect opportunity to start!

Every second having Dorian Storm was a genuine delight, and saying goodbye was so much harder than I thought it'd be. So it felt only right to try showing my appreciation for the last 12 episodes! Thank you Robbie for sharing your wonderful bard with us, and I hope to see him again.

51 notes - Posted February 25, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Seems like this yea has been VERY Critical Role centric #xD #and very little actual posting #you can tell what my comfort show has been #makes sense #its been a busy year... #Very happy my biggest one (which isn't that big) is for my Dorian cupcake #i need to make it a point next year to do more characters

[zhanenova]

Clip of: Zeyanova The Movie 2: Traveling to Gotham #1

Been some minute, or a LONG minute since I done something with Z-nova (Zeyanova). I recently thought a nick name of the team. I may use this name often in this upcoming story, the sequel to Traveling to Skyrim. If you haven’t check out my project yet. For sure check this out if it catches your interest:

https://mozinez.tumblr.com/post/623886138451607552/zeyanova-the-movie-traveling-to-skyrim-scene

I’ve finished writing the sequel, currently I’m looking for pic’s to match the script of the story. I’ll say 70% ish is completed. After I’m done with that, I’m going to double check by reading it, like I’m an audience/reader/viewer to my own project. To see if all made sense in the plot. I actually posted the trailer a couple years back in here:

https://mozinez.tumblr.com/post/626142731853611008/zeyanova-the-movie-2-traveling-to-gotham

I’ll show a little part of my sequel or a clip in this upcoming sequel:

*2 hours later*

Tob: We should be arriving at Sydney by now.

*All of them are like they don't have a clue of what's going on* *Tob stand up*

Tob: Going to ask the Driver.

*Went black out for several seconds* *All got scared a bit*

Kahly: OMG! What's going on?! Z: The Black out! Rolo: Again?!

*Train crash*

Tob: Ugh..! Xan: Mgh.!.   Kahly: Uh...! Wes: Ah..! Z: Uh.. Ugh..! Jere: Uh...!

*All fainted* *10 minutes later* *All wake up*

Jere: Ugh...! Kahly: Ugh.. What happen..? Xan: Ugh..! Tobi, do you know what I'm thinking? I believe this is the same case as the Airplane. Tob: You might be.. Right.. Ouch! I took a hit.. Z: Ah..! *saw something* The light! Guys! Check this out, I see the light from the exit! Tob: Let's head over there and find out!

*All trying to head over there* *Open the Train door* *Walk over there* *Enter* *Enter in a strange city* *All of them got shocked*

Z: Wooo..! Jere: Wait, this is not Sydney! Wes: This looks.. Tremendous..! Kahly: What the heck is going here!? What is this city!? The sky is red! And it's night time.. Xan: Oh that's right. This is your 1st time here that happen to you.   Kahly: Oh really? Xan: Yeah, we got send to the other world called: Skyrim before, but this time, We're in the different world. Still don't have a clue of where we are at. Kahly: Wow.. Too wicked.. Z: Wow, this can't be! Is.. This Gotham City!? Xan: What!? Rolo: Batman home world?! Tob: No way! Z: Tobi, do you know what I'm thinking? Tob: Yes, I believe Mirmulnir has summon us again! Wes: Whoooa..! So it happens again. Jere: Seems like he called us once again. Kahly: Wait! Summon us?! And who is this Mirmulnir you are speaking of? Tob: He is a Dragon that summon us back in Skyrim and help us to protect danger. He could also talk. Kahly: Really?! That sounds unreal! There's no such thing that dragon exists and either can't talk. Z: You got to see him for yourself. It's unbelievable!

*end*

The hype is gaining up upon me. I’ll continue to cook more in this project and hope to finish soon.

#original story #The Chronicles of Narnia #skyrim #batman #gotham #rpg #role-playing games (rpg) #adventure #fantasy #The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim #gotham city

[usasophiabush]

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[coffee-latte-sprite]

Bad Mr. Doughboy

Masterlist

Older!Damian Wayne x fem!reader

WC: 1,000

Warnings: fluff

Request:

Hii I just saw that you're accepting one last request so I hope I'm not late but could you write something for damian wayne x fem reader where they maybe cook together or something really domestic? Thank you!!

Btw i really love your fics specially the ongoing damian wayne x annoying reporter reader series!!💖💖

Notes: Aw, you’re so sweet! I hope you like this as much as my other series. :)

“Okay, we need--no stop that--1 cup of flour, ½ cup --I said stop that--of sugar, and 1 teaspoon of baking soda,” Damian said as he read off the instructions for the cookies. His little chef hat was slipping off his head, and the apron he had on was double knotted and too big as he knotted the strings too soon.

He also didn’t want to admit that he couldn’t untie it himself. Thus, why he claimed he liked the “bagginess” of the apron.

He did not.

Y/N pouted as she was sitting on the other side of the kitchen island and was playing with the ingredients, which Damian did not approve of.

The couple had been dating for a while and both knew each other’s habits. Like how Damian knew Y/N would be the first to play with the flour, and she knew Damian would be the first to sign up for the bake sale that supports the local animal shelter.

“I understand the instructions, let’s get cookin’,” Y/N said as she rubbed her hands together in a mischievous way.

“I only read through 3 ingredients.” Damian pointed out with a raised brow.

“And your point?”

Damian huffed as he watched his girlfriend walk around the kitchen, looking around for the baking soda and eggs.

“Fine, we will do it your way. Is this what you call rolo?” He asked as he got out the mixing bowl.

“Rolo?” She asked as she stopped her movements.

“Yeah, rolo. Where you do what you want.” Damian finished as he grabbed spoons and a spatula.

“You mean YOLO?” She asked with a smirk on her face.

Damian’s ears turned pink as he looked away. “Yes, whatever that means.”

Y/N laughed at her boyfriend as she went to his side and placed her hand on his cheek so she could kiss the cheek that was closest to her.

Damian rolled his eyes but enjoyed the affection.

“Did you get the milk?” Y/N asked as her eyes scanned the ingredients list.

“No, I’ll get it,” Damian said as he turned back to the fridge.

And then they fell into a gentle rhythm of cooking.

They exchanged snide comments, words of affirmations, and gossip (which Damian thoroughly enjoyed).

It was important to note that Damian was very observant and was able to calculate a foe’s next action, but with his girlfriend, he found it impossible to know what she was thinking.

Especially now as she decided to break the domestic air with war.

“Hey, Dami?” She asked as she leaned towards him slowly, a mischievous tone in her voice.

Damian was put on edge as he recognized her motives, “Yes beloved.” He answered as his gaze remanded on mixing all of the ingredients together.

This gave her the perfect opportunity to slide her hand full of flour behind Damian’s back as it slowly crept up above his head.

“You know I love you right?” She said as she tried to angle her body in front of him, blocking his view of the ingredients.

“I am aware,” He continued as he huffed. He wanted to get these cookies done so he can start on the next part of his plan on helping the sheltered animals the fundraiser was claiming to do.

She rolled her eyes at his response. She knew Damian also loved her, they wouldn’t be doing this event together if he didn’t. “But, I love the Pillsbury Doughboy more.” She said as she slammed the fistful of flour on top of his head.

She jumped back quickly before he could grab her, and she laughed as she saw Damian stumble back in surprise.

“Wha-” He coughed as the flour created dust in the air and he was waving his hands around.

Her laughing stopped abruptly as he whipped his head towards her with fury in his eyes.

He then stalked towards her slowly as she began a rant of apologies, but Damian was not listening.

He then reached into the bag of sugar and threw a handful at her, “Here’s some sugar because you won’t get any more affection from me.” He seethed.

“Hey!” She yelled back as the white grains hit her.

She then decided to play Damian at his own game.

“Well,” she began as she stepped towards him, fire pooling in her veins, and the same fire Damian deeply loved about her. “Since you are so salty, here’s some more!” She yelled as she opened the salt container and started to shake the container at him.

She hears him yell in protest, but she doesn’t laugh as a wicked grin was set upon her features.

“Since the sugar didn’t help, how about this type!” He yelled with a smirk on his face as he threw all of the brown sugar at her.

She let out a yelp as she ducked behind the island, but that only prompted all of the sugar to fall into her hair.

“You know, I think you need to cool off!” She exclaimed as she ran to the sink and turned on the hose as she pointed it directly to her boyfriend.

He cursed in Arabic as the cold water soaked him.

She laughed as she watched the flour on him turn into a white puddie and his expression turned to defeat.

“Oh, my heavens!” A British voice exclaimed breaking the endearing moment.

Damian and Y/N felt their hearts drop as they see Alfred in the doorway with a shocked expression.

“I expect this place to be spotless when you are finished.” He scolded as he turned to leave.

Silence followed as Y/N and Damian shared guilty looks with one another.

“Well, I believe we should abandon this mission and go with buying store-bought sweets,” Damian said as he scooped wet flour off his shirt and into the kitchen sink.

“I agree, besides,” she said as she came to her boyfriend’s side as she scaped some flour off his face, “you were a bad Mr. Doughboy.” She said as she gave him a peck on the cheek.

He rolled his eyes and gave her a quick kiss, “what can I say? I was more cut out to be your boyfriend.”

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How about a Percy x reader where the reader thinks Percy’s in love with vex but he’s in love with them?

Turning this into a two-parter for the sake of readability. Hope it turned out to your liking! Pt2 found here. 😘

Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo the third sits in the crowded banquet hall, drink in hand, undoubtedly filled with something more expensive and significantly poorer in taste than the ale he’s grown accustomed to in the company of Vox Machina. Still he puts on a smile, laughs at the jokes of yet another nobleman, gives his input on matters when requested, and so on. At least, that’s what he’d like to think perhaps because were it not for Vex’ahlia, Grand Mistress of the Grey Hunt, at his side to nudge him whenever his mind tended to wander he’d have to endure his sister’s complaints for yet another day. Of course he’s not forgotten his manners. They are as polished as ever! Though, whenever he catches sight of the gorgeous creature at the other side of the table, dressed in the lavish attire appropriate for such an occasion as this banquet, he can’t help it. His eyes wander, studying that exquisite beauty and his mind follows, losing sight of everything around him.

So to avoid further issues with his sister, all of Whitestone’s nobles and his friends, Percy averts his gaze. He focuses everything on Vex at his side, the nobles around him, and every so often he’ll quip in on the stories told around the table; the heroics of Vox Machina but he’ll not linger on that magnificent radiance should it catch him astray and blind him entirely. How he wants to tell you… You are that creature that has him entirely enthralled. He’s fallen hard. He’s known for a while now but it never seemed the right time. Every time he’s found himself ready to, the world came crashing down and you were all washed away in the worries of the people you love so much. The time’s not right, even now he finds himself saying so. Perhaps after yet another cup of whatever this fancy wine is, though he doubts it. So much for a bottle of courage…

You can’t believe you listened to them. They put you into this ridiculous outfit, covered in fancy lace and trims and embroidery; things prior to Vox Machina you couldn’t even have dreamed of. This whole outfit is more expensive than the home you used to live in. It feels so constricting and heavy, though more mentally than physically. When you saw yourself in the mirror, hair styled, jewelled and all dolled up like a proper noble, perhaps even royalty it just felt, well, wrong. So. Wrong. So out of place. Like you don’t belong. You had left your room to tell Keyleth you would be late and change into your regular clothes but you came across Percy in the hallway. Percy had to do a double take, made some joking comment about you cleaning up nicely and almost looking like a proper noble-almost. He had no idea how much those words hurt. But still he smiled, and so did you. He told you how beautiful you looked and no one would be able to keep their eyes off you during this banquet and you felt that warmth spread through your chest. You pushed it down, far away but failed miserably. So you wore these ridiculous things they called evening wear and sucked it up.

Seated opposite of Percy, Keyleth at your side, a crystal flute of some kind of fancy wine that tasted like absolute shit; Grog said it first but he’s right either way. The goliath forwent all table manners and dug into his meal, filling his own plate with whatever he could get his hands on while you sat and waited patiently. You thought twice about which knife and fork to use and how. You even went as far as to pay attention to how you held the cutlery, dabbing your handkerchief to the corner of your lips every time you finished a course or answered a question. You kept your back straight, your breath high in your chest, tightening your core all to be the image of prim and proper. You tried and fought so hard but still you made mistakes. You picked up the cutlery in the wrong order, was it outside to inside or the reverse? You don’t recall. And then you leaned your elbows on the table when you hid your head in your hand to cover the forming smile as Scanlan tried to flirt his way into some couple’s bed with the promise of a grand threesome- or orgy in case they had some friends willing to join. The couple looked rather aghast and the husband, you thought might have fainted had his wife not handed him a fresh glass of wine.

You’r not made for this life. This upper class, nobility, you’re but an outsider looking through a window. Your clothes feel like nothing but a costume and you feel like some circus freak, the entertainment of the night, fancying themself an actor trying to fit in with those of status. You’re only reminded of that every time your eyes fall across the table. There you see Vex, at Percy’s side. She fits in so naturally. She always knows what to say and do. You’ve noticed plenty of times before but this particular banquet, you’re just- you can’t handle it anymore. You see her fingers dance over his cheek, her hand brush his shoulder, the touch of her lips when she leans in to whisper something to Percy, and of course his response to it. She’s the true image of a lady. She’ll fit into this life perfectly, like she was destined for it. You don’t hate Vex for being everything you’re not. If anything you love her for it. She’s your friend-family even and she deserves to be happy just as Percy deserves to be happy. They’ll be very happy together but that doesn’t mean you’ll stay and watch.

Maybe you should take a break for a while. Go travel. See the world. You’ve hardly seen anything of Marquet and it’s rather nice this time of year. Perhaps some adventures will fill the void within your chest. Maybe you’ll find some place you truly belong. That’d be nice, wouldn’t it? And when you return you might return to smile upon your friends once more, watch them be happy without your heart aching for something-someone you can never have. Maybe you’ll even find yourself someone nice you could one day settle down with?

The dinner has finished and nobles are just mingling. Percy has not spared you a single look since the beginning of the event, eyes skipping over to the point where you’ve stopped involving yourself in conversations with him. You stopped speaking unless spoken to and retreated within yourself. You forced a smile when Grog asked you to give your side of the story, or whenever Keyleth talked her way into some awkward conversation, at least you had that going for you, but you completely resigned yourself from the outside world whenever you could spare the moment. You wallowed in that empty feeling in your chest, wishing nothing more than to fill that void, but you’ve made up your mind. Come morning, you’ll be gone. You’ll be on your way to see the world once more.

“Where are you going?” Keyleth semi-drunkenly hangs onto your arm as you rise from your seat. You pat her head and gently unwrap her fingers from your arm with a smile. You’re going to miss this.

“To get some fresh air and then off to bed. I’m exhausted.” You dump your drink and the remainder of Keyleth’s in Grog’s mug. The half-elf goes to protest but you’re quick to fill the cup with something else and hand it to her. She eagerly takes it and barely notices it’s just water.

“Goodnight! See you for breakfast!” Keyleth shouts a little too loud and eyes turn to you for a brief second, you look for Percy’s but don’t find them. He’s too caught up in a conversation with Vex and some lord about logistics or something. You don’t have the heart to listen further.

“Goodnight, Keyleth. See you soon.” You breathe and suddenly it feels real. With a ruffle of her hair as you move behind her you leave the banquet hall, staring back just once more, taking in the sight of your friends one last time. You bite the inside of your cheek and swallow back the tightness gathering in your throat. You can’t back out now. Shaking your head you disappear, leaving behind the joy and laughter and trading it for solitude and loneliness while you head to your room.

It’s been a long night and Percy doesn’t know how many more of these conversations he can handle. The offhand remarks, people trying to gain the favour of his family, it’s all just a game of politics. He’d rather just enjoy his night in solitude, or at the very least in his workshop where he won’t be bothered by these pretentious pricks. You once said they wouldn’t dare enter in fear he’d blow them up with black powder or have them accidentally drink something caustic like the ill fate that had befallen Grog in the past. That certainly kept the nobility away from his space. He certainly admired your willingness to lie on his behalf and make Grog’s tales just a little taller for his sake, never failed to offer him a wink when you knew he’d noticed you had his back. He never failed to notice the corner of your mouth turned up just enough for him to catch on to. He’d expected you to play into this again tonight but he can barely even recall you speaking at all. Perhaps his mind was a little too good at blocking you out? Or maybe it’s something else entirely?”

“Where did our friend go?” Percy finds himself asking. His gaze fell around the room but he just found it duller than ever, lacking your presence, as if you took the vibrance with you when you left. Vex excuses him from whatever completely and utterly insignificant conversation he’d been pulled in and guided him away from the leering nobles.

“They left a few minutes ago. They said they were exhausted. Did you not notice?” Vex squeezes the arm she had linked with his. “Perhaps some rest would do you good, since you always know when this ‘friend’ of ours enters or exists the room… or goes out… or has a bit of a flirt with that guard. Tell me again? What happened to him? I haven’t seen him around the castle for weeks now.” Vex grins as she leans into his arm and Percy fights the urge to roll his eyes. Of course Vex knows. She knows everything. He’d be a fool if he thinks he could hide the fact he fancies you from her. That doesn’t mean he’s above denying it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, dear.” He simply keeps his eyes front and begins to lead the two of them towards the exit but Vex stops him in his tracks and turns him to face her, disapproving expression gracing her features, an eyebrow raised.

“I swear if you do not tell them you’re in love with them I will. This has gone on long enough.” Vex crosses her arms as he shushes her.

“No need for all of Whitestone to find out before they do.” He pulls her off to the side, as much of a secluded space one can get in a banquet hall filled with guests.

“You are going to tell them, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am. The time just isn’t right-“

“Isn’t right? Percy, we’ve killed dragons, defeated a god and defied all odds. The world’s in peril every Thursday. It’ll never be the right time if you keep telling yourself that. Don’t wait for tomorrow to come to you.” The woman has a point. Maybe he’s been stupid. Will he find a way to justify why? Of course he will. But that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t find you now, and tell you he likes you more than just friends. Though, he’ll definitely need that liquid courage now.

Vex reaches into the split of her long skirt and fetches a flask from a holster around her leg, hidden in the folds of her dress and hands it to Percy before he can comment or protest- not that he is going to deny the gift she offered so he takes a big swig, the contents much stronger than he had anticipated. The liquor burns down his throat and Percy suppresses the urge to cough.

“Now go and tell them you are completely and utterly in love with them.” Percy goes for a witty comeback but it catches in the back of his throat and he once more suppresses coughs as Vex pushes him towards the exit. He’s clever enough to catch on and not stumble from the not-so-gentle shove and leaves the noisy banquet hall. He’ll tell you. He’ll finally tell you… if he doesn’t get cold feet last minute yet again…

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Could I request a Lelouch x Sleepy!Child! Reader? Platonic of course, I’d love to see what you do with the idea

ooooh, sure, I didn't know what format you preferred, so I took the creative liberty of writing it as a one-shot, I hope you don't mind.

((This post still contains several misspellings, sorry for the inconvenience.))

Every day it was more difficult to cope with the double life that Lelouch was forced to live, slowly the young man had become a two-sided coin, a coin that did not stop rotating on itself, it was becoming more and more difficult for him to bear the emotional weight that came with being Zero, CC was only there if he put his own life at risk, but the exiled prince knew perfectly well that if he broke down emotionally no one would care.

Well, that was until you showed up in his life.

He didn't know what he felt for you, he wanted to believe that you were what Rolo never managed to be, he wanted to believe that he finally got used to the idea of a little brother who didn't compete with what Nunnally was, but nothing could be further from the truth. Actually, the feeling I had towards you was something unique, which I could not describe exactly.

Despite being a classmate of Nunnally's, there were not a few times that he was alone with you, you often used to visit the boy's paralyzed sister, at first you were just someone deep down, someone Lelouch easily lost sight of. seen on many occasions, but little by little, you ended up being what occupied the teenager's mind most of the time.

It all started when he was forced to use his geass on you, you had discovered that it was Zero by accident, you alarmed Lelouch quite a bit, luckily with his power it was easy to make you forget about the event easily, but because of certain unfortunate events for him you discovered it again, and the poor boy had no way out, of course he tried to get you out of the way, but any plan that his mind formulated was full of "errors", or so he wanted to believe, right at that moment, he was still on his laptop, playing with the little sound recorder he had, you had seen that mask in his room due to the continuous times you stayed to sleep in the club house, sleepovers with Nunnally were normal for everyone in that building, even C.C. began to see It's common to see you roam the halls at night.

That night, where the tired boy did nothing but worry because of you, you were also in that house, it was quite late, and Lelouch had lost hope that you would appear in his room at that time, his head ached, praying for finding a solution where he could still be sure of his identity, and you could still be happy around him.

Of course, when you entered the room so silently, dragging your feet due to sleep, there was no way that Lelouch realized that you were behind him, he had closed his eyes, seeking to see his own thoughts more clearly, wishing for a few seconds that you were there with him, knowing that ironically, the cause of his worries always calmed him down at the end of the day.

— Lulu..?

His wish had been fulfilled, when he opened his eyes he knew he couldn't have wished for something better, you rubbed your tired eyes with a hand, looking at the elder with some difficulty due to the sudden light he saw because of the laptop, Lelouch hurried to turn the chair a little, you were finally in front of him, your calm and sleepy expression contrasted with the worried face of the boy, who after a couple of seconds was finally able to react to your call.

— (y/n).. It's late, why aren't you in your sleeping bag?

— I'm sorry Lulu, it's just that... I stopped by to go to the bathroom, and noticed that you were still awake...

— Go to sleep, you have to get up early tomorrow.

The brown-haired man hated worrying about things as small as the minor's schedules but he couldn't help it, he began to worry a little more when he noticed that the minor climbed onto his lap, hugging his chest in search of warmth, from the perspective of Lelouch, the boy it seemed extremely fragile, as if it was going to break into millions of pieces if it wasn't well taken care of, when (y/n) stopped moving, the pale boy didn't hesitate for a second to hug him, becoming aware of what he was doing a few minutes later, In that silent room, he could really appreciate the pretty boy, could feel his heartbeat with one hand, listen to you breathe peacefully, completely asleep, you were totally at his mercy, in both body and mind, it would have been a perfect opportunity to "get you out of the way", but from Lelouch's point of view, that plan had a big flaw, and that is that he wanted to keep hugging you until morning.

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