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railroad-migraine · 1 year

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Bells Hells with a g!n reader who’s a warlock and their patron is a dnd version of Cthulhu (can’t remember what they’re actually called in dnd, think it’s Deep Ones or something?) anyway the party assumes it’s an abusive, manipulative relationship that the reader got tricked into but actually the reader was totally willing and consensual and their patron genuinely values them and is really protective over them whenever they get into fights? Tysm and keep up the good writing, bye!

Sure thing darling! Took a while but it's finally here :)

~ Poet

Warlock!Reader's patron is actually a good guy

Ashton 💙

Hey, if they're cool, we're cool. But if that calamari-looking ass backstabs you, they'll have to answer to me. Got it?

One of the most chill in the group about the whole situation, is happy as long as you're happy and the patron treats you decently with the respect you deserve

Remains a little suspicious though, just in case, both for your sake and their own. It just means that if the patron ever decides to betray or double cross you, Ash will be ready to give them a good swing of his hammer

Wants so badly to play a round or ten of What The Fuck Is Up With That with them. Can you imagine what sort of ancient lore Ash could coax out of them that even you never knew? It'd definitely be in the run for the most interesting night out at the tavern

Chetney 💙

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT IS FRIENDLY

Is freaked when you show him the ancient texts and drawings of your patron. It's, unfortunately, a Big Nope from the bloodhunter

No matter how epic or kind or well meaning they may be, no matter how cool or respectful or enthusiastic they are about woodwork, Chetney will always feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up with a violent shudder whenever you mention your patron's name

Hides behind yours or Fearne's leg should your patron ever manifest a physical form on Exandrian soil instead of a projected vision. The big bad wolf tries his best to appear macho but it mostly backfires when they make eye contact with him and he timidly waves back

Dorian 💙

... Just please don't let them go poking around my deepest and darkest desires in the depths of my mind, thanks.

Hasn't had the best experiences in the past with creepy gods (cough the Spider Queen cough) so he stays a little skeptical. Does not want anymore uninvited voices in his head planting doubts and corruption, which is totally valid really

As long as everything is consensual and consistently not evil between you two, he won't have too much trouble adjusting to your patron's initially terrifying appearance. Their actions and good deeds will speak louder than their looks

Is pleasantly surprised by their polite manners when he eventually meets them in person, especially when they compliment his bardic talent. They've never heard such noble music before and Dorian can't help but feel a lil bit in awe of that

Fearne 💙

Your god seem like a sweet lil-big guy, to be completely honest :D

Your patron is strange and otherworldly - and this sort of reminds her of powerful creatures that hide and can be found in the darker parts of the feywild. She is not afraid in the slightest when you try convince the group that they are benevolent. No one should be judged on their appearance, not even scary cosmic beings

Refers to your patron as your grandparent a lot, like they're a goofy friend who gives you presents and tokens. She likes that you both interact like you're friends instead of just business partners

Little Mister especially seems to gravitate to them for some reason, sniffing the ends of their robes (and chewing on them). Fearne is grateful when they chuckle deeply in amusement at her monkey's actions instead of just smiting him

Fresh Cut Grass 💙

The whole religion and god thing still stumps me from time to time - I'd like to hear their take on it!

They are especially curious about whatever the pact you made to your patron involved. It differs from magic user to magic user how they get their powers, and yours seems like an unusual case where both parties benefit from the relationship

Would love to do a therapy sesh with your patron and really dig into their millennium's worth of experiences

Likes that your patron doesn't poke or prod or comment on him being an aeormaton or a 'unique wonder' or anything like that. Your patron is old. They've seen weirder things than him. FCG thinks it's nice not having to explain what he is for the umpteenth time

Imogen 💙

Well alright then. As long as there's no shady business goin' on behind the scenes, I can't really judge. I trust you.

You're your own person. She can't stop you from making deals or exchanges with otherworldly beings. She can only hope that their intentions with you are truly as good as you promise

The whole situation with Laudna and Delilah seemed a lot more toxic and urgent to be dealt with compared to what you have with your patron. You don't feel drained or upset or stressed after communing with them, which in itself is a big green flag

Surprised to find out that she can sometimes hear your patron's thoughts bleed into your own when she delves a little deeper into your mind (with your consent, of course). There's a real, genuine bond there, a pleasant addition to your consciousness instead of a cruel hitchhiker

Laudna 💙

Who knew eldritch beings could be so charming? ... And handsome!

She gets good vibes from weird and often misunderstood scary things - they remind her a little of herself. She's less suspicious compared to the rest of the group

Laudna is just pleased that you have a healthy relationship with your patron. It's a rare thing to come by in this selfish world, and it's refreshing to know that one of her friends is being looked after by their source of power

She twirls locks of hair around her finger and bats her eyelashes when you introduce her to your patron when they finally reveal themselves. Not phased in the slightest when their voice rumbles in language that only you seem to understand - she asks politely that you translate her friendly flirtations on her behalf

Orym 💙

Ohh boy. That's not intimidating or concerning at all. Heh.

Scared, but does a good job at not showing it. He's athletic and swift and strong when he needs to be, but he is also small and mortal - everything that your patron is not. It's intimidating, to say the least, but he tries to stay as neutral as he can manage

He wants to trust your judgement, so he keeps his reservations to himself. Makes a point to give subtle side eyes to your patron whenever they take a physical form during rare visits to visit you in person though. Just in case

Orym, being the good man that he is, acts very civil and appreciative for the help that they've provided you and the party in tough battles. He druidcrafts a dainty flower crown for them as a simple token of understanding

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randoimago · 1 year

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Guys and theys hm?

Would it be possible to request CR3 bells hells he/hims and he/theys (ashton orym doeian and chet) reaction to their love interest going in for a kiss only to boop their nose? Thank you thank you!

Love Interest Booping Their Nose Instead of Kissing Them

Fandom: Critical Role

Characters: Ashton Greymoore, Chetney Pock O’pea, Dorian Storm, Orym

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: You’re welcome you’re welcome!!

Ashton

Rolls his eyes at the fact you tricked him. You think you're so clever, huh S/O.

But fine, you want to make a game out of it then good luck giving him actual kisses now. He'll play hard to get until you actually ask him out loud for a kiss.

Would absolutely tease you about it too. You think he's finally going to kiss you again? Nope he's booping your nose or flicking your forehead. Have a taste of your own medicine.

Chetney

Oh playing hard to get are you? Well he knows you won't be able to resist him for long.

Honestly drops so many hints and uses the shiniest lip gloss to make him look even more kissable. Just trying to get your attention only to act aloof and hope you take the bait.

He's too short to boop your nose back so please just give him an actual kiss before he gets desperate (as if he isn't already).

Dorian

Is taken aback as his cheeks flush. Of course you were just messing with him. Why would you actually kiss him? Ha ha not like he was hoping for a kiss anyway.

As if his interest in you wasn't bad enough, now he's doubling how many seconds he stares at you or tries to steal glances when you aren't looking.

Really tries to play it cool and fails because he is really flustered. Honestly, he probably tries to do the same to you with booping your nose, only to get flustered about that too.

Orym

Also taken aback but a small smile crosses his face when you walk away. It was cute, he can't deny that.

He's already "talked" to his husband late at night about his attraction to you so that's just another thing to mention to the skies.

Will tug on your pants or something to get you to lean down only for him to boop your nose back. It might not be a kiss, but he thinks it's still pretty good.

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demigoddessqueens · 8 months

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Could you write something with the bells hells x reader, playing spin the bottle? Reader accidentally steps into the space where the bottle lands on them like "hey what are you guys doing over here!"

🤣🤣😅 yes

Imogen

It’s canon she’s a disaster with love interests so this shouldn’t be any different!! A sputtering mess as she attempts to tell you

Chetney

Thinks he’s cool when he tells you but it comes across so awkwardly he’ll just sneak a kiss before running away

Laudna

She’s a cute disaster in that she tries to do that hide behind her hair before Pate blurts it out

Fearne

A whole flirt who just straight up tells you and then walks over to kiss you

Orym

He’s so shy about it his eyes are fleeting back and forth between you, the group and the bottle before you give him a cheek kiss

Ashton

Tries to play it cool but he’s cheeks are a darker green than the rest of him, and he’s gif a cute pout if you peck his cheek

Dorian

As if it were any other way, he’ll mutter what it is under his breath trying to hide his blush, but you think it’s adorable

#critical role #critical role x reader #inbox requests #bell’s hells #bell’s hells x reader #dorian storm #my writing #headcanons #critical role x you #fearne calloway #orym of the air ashari #critical role x y/n #ashton greymoore #laudna #imogen temult #chetney pock o'pea

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brenbrennn · 4 months

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★: 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗦 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗦 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

- { art credits to @pixelllls!! } -

𝘐𝘮𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘯 𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵— ✦ coming soon!

𝘍𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘺— ✦ coming soon!

𝘓𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘯𝘢— ✦ coming soon!

𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘦— ✦ "𝘈 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ~ . . . ➔"

𝘖𝘳𝘺𝘮 (𝘖𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘪𝘳 𝘈𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪)— ✦ coming soon!

𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘗𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘰’𝘗𝘦𝘢— ✦ coming soon!

𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘊𝘶𝘵 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴 (𝘍𝘊𝘎)— ✦ coming soon!

'𝗚𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦' (tbc) . . .

𝘋𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮— ✦ coming soon!

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saphirered · 1 year

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Bard's Surprise

Hope you all had a lovely holidays. Here's a little extra gift from me to you. Hope you enjoy this tooth rotting fluff. 😘

Dorian Storm x reader (3) Mistletoe

The tavern is crowded. People sing and dance and play games. The atmosphere is filled with joy and revelry. Dorian would usually join in having no objections to the celebrations and finding it’s time to let loose again. Why is he holding back? Why can’t he stop the bouncing of his leg or tapping his fingers against the table when he isn’t holding onto his drink with a death grip? Well that’s quite simple. Of course the answer would be simple because ever since, he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you much. Only times he has veered away is when his attention was called for by someone else, which he would be grateful for to make him feel less like some creep, or when he saw the lovely floral arch leading to the deck these tables are set at. Chetney might have made a comment about the craftsmanship for better or worse but he couldn’t care less about that. What Dorian does care about is the little branch hanging down from its apex just above the heads of whoever passes through. How could he not have noticed? He should have been more aware of his surroundings. By the winds, you kissed him and now he feels like some lovesick kid unable to think straight, think about anything but you.

But moments ago you were chatting about anything and everything, commenting on others you saw the moment you entered the tavern and how deep into their cups they already were, noting that the both of you would have some catching up to do after the past weeks of stress and finally allow yourselves to unfurl a bit. That was the agreement you’d come to; a fun evening without a care in the world. He wouldn’t be worrying about his brother. You wouldn’t be trying to do damage control for the effects of that black crown perched on your friend’s head. It was the perfect agreement. You’d been laughing, watching Dariax put on a show as the illustrious Tharla Starr and collecting quite the donations when a refill was in order. Together you’d move through the crowd arm in arm still giggling at the vocal-fry singing and rather good dancing in the background and how people were so enamoured with your friend.

You’d pass under that floral arch none the wiser, got some more drinks and turned to make your way back to the table. Dorian didn’t notice anything either. Not until you stopped him right under the archway. You looked up and there hung that little branch held by ribbons, clearly in sight. Dorian followed your gaze. Oh. His breath caught in that very moment, that realisation. It was just a silly little tradition, right? It’s worth only amounts to what people choose to believe. He’d hate to admit it but this is one tradition he would like to believe in. You did too. He only knows this by your response, but it remains unspoken even now so his mind would not accept it as a truth. You smiled, a somewhat awkward laugh escapes your lips. You leaned in, slowly, first to place your lips against his cheek. Just an innocent kiss between friends, right? Right?

That illusion was quickly shattered by the next. You had pulled back, only for him to behold the stars in your eyes, to enchant him and admit to himself the feelings he had kept at bay, be that for self-preservation, his own insecurities or something else entirely he could not identify. A breath finally escaped his lips as they parted slightly. You need not speak the words for he heard them in the air quite clear. You showed all the signs not even his insecurities can question. Your hand rises to cup his cheek, and he could’t help but lean into it, feel the warmth of your skin and the pure electricity that ran through it, sparking him to life but still was he too slow to take initiative. You’d pushed your lips against his and suddenly the world ceased to matter. Suddenly everything in life became irrelevant. There was just you and him, and that damned mistletoe above the both of you. Had he been completely lost he might not have remembered the drinks in his hands but you had pulled back before he could drop them. The noise came crashing back, the surroundings too. He was back again, and so were you. That little corner of reality that had been carved out exclusively for the two of you was reabsorbed by the cruel world but that doesn’t mean all those feelings ended. You’d grabbed onto his elbow to make way for some passing patron and guided him back to your table. He might have remained under that archway frozen in place, in thought had you not.

You’d sat him down and when he didn’t hand that drink to Opal she’d taken it herself. He’d not even heard her sassy remark. He’d not even noticed that she tried to talk to him and made an effort too and it was only you who’d stopped her from trying to slap him back to reality. You’d made your own attempt too and he turned into a blabbering fool likely incapable of forming a coherent sentence as that kiss replayed in his head over and over and over and over. Eventually you’d gone off to save Dariax from a rather persistent patron who would be quick to expose the dwarf for who he really is. After that you’d found your way to the dance floor, dancing with the aforementioned, and your mutual friends too. He watched you, couldn’t take his eyes off you and while he would love to have joined, his feet would not carry him there. He felt like a lead balloon upon a light breeze; doomed to fall. He had fallen. He’d fallen for you some time ago and now, he can’t push it under anymore. He remains here seated with you on his mind, as the music passes, the patrons do too. His friends come back and forth, for a breather, to share a drink and check up on him, and disappear again. He managed to stammer he was fine. He’d claimed maybe the drink had gotten to him a bit faster than he had anticipated and his hearty meal wasn’t so hearty after all but your brow rose in suspicion at that statement. You said nothing, thankfully. You did not expose him for the truth you knew; he only had one drink and the cup in his hands now, second drink still remained untouched. He had not taken a single sip. He made it a point to take one when you eyed him but almost choked on it.

Now the music calms down. Dariax’ got enough of the disguise and had excused himself with an extravagant goodbye from Tharla so he could return to his own self. Opal is gods know where. Cyrus seems to be flirting intensely with the barmaid who he keeps buying more and more drinks from to keep her attention. Things are as they should be again. You find your way back to the table drop yourself on the chair besides him. You’re closer than perhaps intended. Your legs brush against one another. Dorian feels heat rise to his cheeks for no particular reason. Not as you lean your elbow on the table and inspect him closely. You carefully unwrap his fingers from the cup and he realises how stiff they had gotten but the feeling melts away when your own brush along his palm. Again he can’t think straight. He almost forgets to breathe. There’s just you and him and nothing else, no one else. You’re in that corner of reality again, and everything else is just muffled background noise; insignificant.

“Dorian? Is everything alright?” You ask him. Your head tilts to he side and your concern for him, it almost drives him mad. You have no reason to be concerned, if only he could speak his heart.

“Yes.” He squeaks all too quickly in response. He clears his throat and repeats more assured but you don’t buy it.

“Are you lying to me?”

“No! No. No of course not. I’ve got no reason to lie.” He stammers. It’s not a lie in technicality but still very much omitting the truth. But then you give him one look and as per usual he comes crumbling, falling apart at the very foundations. His cheeks colour a dark shade of blue be that out of embarrassment for being caught or because of the currently turmoiling feelings.

“If this is about the kiss, it’s just a kiss. It doesn’t have to mean anything if you-“ You begin but in this moment he regains control of his body, something within him triggering when he sees your eyes cast to the grain of the table, sees you fiddle with your fingers, and bite the inside of your cheek. He knows these the signs of your doubt, in yourself, in others and you don’t deserve to feel like that. He can fix that, he can fix it so easily because currently he is the reason for that doubt because he’s been all but catatonic for the whole evening. That’s not your fault. That’s not your problem.

“It means the world to me.” Dorian admits and has you stop in your tracks. All doubt and concern is dropped as your gaze shoots up to him, eyes wide a breath halting as whatever words you had stopped upon your lips. You look for any sense of insincerity, any kind of joking matter but there’s not. There never could have been.

“That’s- that’s quite the claim.” You’re taken aback, unsure what to say, what to think beyond the pounding in your chest reminding you you’re alive. You’re ecstatic. And then his eyes widen when he realises what he said.

“Oh, I didn’t mean- That’s a bit forward, isn’t it?” Dorian laughs awkwardly and panics and finds himself rambling. “It’s not that I didn’t like the kiss- If I’m quite honest, I can’t help but repeating it in my head- That sounds worse. Why. Why am I like this-“ He keeps going until your hands come to cup his face and pull him out of this stupor. He calms down a but when you urge him to.

Dorian knows what comes next. You‘d asked him and the words are a breath upon the wind, he’d replied in some affirmative manner that could not be mistaken in any way. He’d found his hand come to rest over one of yours, while the other drifted down to your waist, allowing you to more comfortably angle yourself to lean in halfway. He found it within himself to close the rest of the way, placing his lips against yours. This kiss, as perfect as the last was anything but unexpected in series of events but he could never for the life of him predict the feelings running through him now he has time to think, to let his mind run free and process every single thing, commit it to memory in every little detail properly. This kiss doesn’t end, not like the one before at least. Instead it deepens. Your lips move against his, your arms come to wrap around his neck, until your fingers settle among the ombre strands. You let him pull you closer, his hands running up and downy our sides slowly, tentatively, along your back, up your spine, until you’re inseparable. It’s perfect. Everything is perfect. And that all because of some mistletoe kiss. This might just be the beginning of a bright future.

#dorian x reader #dorian storm x reader #bells hells x reader #critical role x reader #critical role fanfiction #critical role fanfic #critical role #dorian storm #exu x reader #exu #bells hells

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calebtealeaf · 2 months

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Hello ! !

- I'm Caleb ! I use mainly he / they / it , and I'm autistic so the subject of my writing is bound to be added to quickly LMAO ^^

Who I'll write for :

CRIT ROLE ;

( c1 ) Vax , Keyleth , Percy , Vex , Gilmore , Pike , Grog , Scanlan . ( c2 ) Caleb , Molly , Essek , Fjord , Jester , Beau , Yasha , Caduceus , Artagan . ( c3 ) Orym , Will , Dorian , Ashton , Fearne , Imogen , Laudna , Chetney , FCG , Frida . ( there's probably more . )

HORROR ;

( re-animator ) Herbert , Dan , Megan . ( saw ) Lawrence , Adam , Amanda , Lynn , Hoffman , Strahm . ( tcm ) Bubba , Thomas , ChopTop , Nubbins . ( lost boys ) Michael , David . ( collector ) Asa , Arkin . ( scream ) Stu , Billy . ( misc ) Freddy K , Vincent S , Billy Lz , Brahms , Harry W .

GOOD OMENS ;

Aziraphale , Crowley , Gabriel , Beelzebub .

HANNIBAL ;

Hannibal , Will .

BG3 ;

Astarion , Gale , Halsin . ( more to be added . )

Preferred ships !! ( just because I prefer these doesn't mean I won't write others . )

Writing style : 3rd person , will only write x reader if asked , can be multi-chapter OR oneshot .

Extra notes : I'll write headcanons ( i have a habit of making most people trans masc , not sorry , or projecting stims onto them . ) , I lean towards fluff but I'm also not rlly arsed , if I'm asked to write other stuff I probably will . That being said , content wise I'll write what I'm comfy writing , so if something makes me largely uncomfy I just won't write it LMAO .

AND asks / requests r open unless I specifically state otherwise :3

( so sorry for the amt of tags good fucking lord . )

#writing #writers on tumblr #critical role #cr1 #cr2 #cr3 #horror films #slashers #good omens #hannibal #hannibal nbc #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #reanimator #saw #collector #scream #tcm #lost boys

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loquaciousquark · 2 years

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4-Sided Dive Highlights - Critical Role C3E19 - E21 (May 3, 2022)

Tonight’s guests: Sam, Liam, Taliesin, and Laura. Liam: “Will the wheels just come off without Marisha here, or...?” Laura: “I feel like it already has.” Tonight’s Tavern Keeper host is Sam Riegel. Based on the teleprompter’s cues, he does a very, very terrible imitation of Fjord’s country accent. Laura, from offscreen: “It’s just FCG! Just do FCG!” Sam: “Yeah, but he’s deeper than me!” Oh gosh, this is off the rails already.

What the Fuck is Up With That? Sam starts the segment showcasing his flipflopped feet. Finally, we get to a question: how has it been to have a fluid group with the loss of Bertrand & Dorian, and the addition of Chetney? Liam says this didn’t feel like home at the start. Laura thought it felt really weird when Bertrand died and they were without Travis for so long. Sam thinks it made it harder to learn everyone’s goals, but he loved Dorian/Robbie both for who he is and what he brought to the dynamic: a kind character, great as a soundboard. Laura brings up that Dorian had a hardcore crush on one of the characters. “I’m pretty sure it was FCG.” Liam brings up that doing the mini-run with Fearne & Dorian in ExU made the rest of the group feel a bit like outsiders for the first few episodes, which was weird. Taliesin really liked it, thought it felt like X-Men.

Segue: Taliesin was way into comics as a kid, and reveals he once had a long conversation with Lenore Riegel, Sam’s mom, about Sam’s childhood. Sam was a Fantastic Four reader and never got into X-Men. Laura reveals she’s never seen Lost Boys, and everyone agrees it’s a very Laura movie.

Ruidus! WTFIUWT? Everyone agrees that Imogen’s dreams are happening on the moon, even though it hasn’t been confirmed in canon yet. Dani notes that Imogen’s mother wasn’t necessarily Ruidus-born, but was at least part of the study for psychic powers (and reminds us the Lumas twins were the ones to rip out the rest of the study’s pages). Orym’s moon tattoos were pure coincidence. Sam: “What do they symbolize? Are they you and your husband?” Laura, incensed: “You were THERE at the TABLE when he explained this!” Sam: “Oh, that’s why I think that.” Liam: “That’s what this show is for, to catch Sam up to speed.” Liam does point out that Travis is a moon-related werewolf. Taliesin is REALLY hoping they’ll go to the moon this campaign. Laura, Liam, and Tal accidentally start stuttering and fall into improv scat; Sam: “I don’t even know what they’re not talking about!” However, Sam remembers that in Legends of Vox Machina, Laudna came back to life under double moons in the animated shot. Tal tells us he reads the lore books Matt puts out as he reviews how Catha & Ruidus move in relation to each other. (Side note: @eponymous-rose, my partner in these recaps, has been talking about Exandria’s crazy moons since Campaign One. Nice to see this coming to fruition!)

The heist! WTFIUWT? Liam forcibly keeps us on topic by praising Matt for constantly varying the tempo of the game, avoiding all combat or all shopping or all heartfelt side conversations. Laura thinks they planned absolutely horribly; the moment when they realized they didn’t even scout the building was devastating. Tal was certain they’d be okay as long as they didn’t split up--except they did so immediately.

Liam talks about how he made Orym to be a “sidecar guy” who’d stick his finger in every electrical socket he came across, but over the course of ExU and then very quickly into C3 he found himself and his mediocre intelligence score (and Imogen) becoming the shop-minders instead of chaos monkeys. Tal tells us that save Imogen, this party is effectively a party of NPCs: Orym is the guy who works for the queen, Ashton is a goon for a villain, FCG is someone’s beast character; Laudna’s a ghost you would encounter. Imogen seems to be the only person with an intense destiny right now, aside from maybe Dorian. Sam could see Matt playing all of their characters as a silly voice. “It’s very X-Men.”

Travis’s invis-o-scouting with Chetney reminds Laura of Vax, in that they both would just disappear without warning and really annoy her. Taliesin talks about Ashton’s personal code & why the violation of the heist’s non-life-threatening rules affected Ashton so much. “If you have a deal, you don’t fuck with it. If you fuck with the deal, new deal and I get to make up what it is. Don’t put your hands on me if I don’t know you.”

They reminisce about heists within the show (all are followed with “that was terrible”), then discuss heist movies. Logan Lucky gets brought up! Excellent movie.

The Tower of Inquiry! Laura pulls a(n apparently quite sticky) block. It’s about preplanned character histories vs. organic adjustment of those histories within the game. Liam loves that you come into the game with a premise, then get to meet the character as it’s played. Examples: Orym really likes pie, discovered during ExU; Laura didn’t plan on a fear of heights for Imogen until the moment Matt was describing it. She herself doesn’t mind heights at all. Taliesin was struggling to find something for Ashton to be punk-y angry about in a world that fundamentally sort of functions well, but he’s now figured it out as of a few episodes ago.

Laura talks about building a character meant to be very uncomfortable in crowds who was then thrust into a heavily urban setting; she’d originally intended Imogen to stay very withdrawn until they left the city, but they stayed in the city so long she knew she had to at least partially get over it and start talking, or they’d be 20 episodes in and no one would know anything about Imogen at all. Laura & Marisha had lots of big discussions about where their characters had met & their travel history; Sam & Tal had one talk, ha. “You were a question asker and I was a not-question. You’re adorable and I want to make sure no one ever fucks with you.” FCG was delighted to finally have their questions answered when they met the rest of the group. Sam also discusses discovering FCG was a flat-earther, ha! “Strict RP decision,” and not because Sam is a troll in real life. Sure, yeah. He also discovered that FCG eats coins as they played--that wasn’t preplanned, as Sam decided he didn’t want to mess with money at all this campaign. He wanted a character who got rewarded mechanically by building relationships (RPing) with other characters, as that would encourage them to discover things about each other quickly.

Deep Dive! Sam thinks FCG has recovered since the glitching in the Shade Mother’s cavern. Sam himself knows the mechanics of how the glitching & recovery works, but FCG does not, so he can’t discuss it without spoilers. Sam also hadn’t really planned how to perform the errors, so the glitching was improv’ed in the moment.

Ashton’s hammer was made from leftover body parts from Ashton’s accident after Milo finished repairing him. Yuck. Prior to the hammer, they just used brass knuckles & whatever was around they could brawl with.

Laura FINALLY KILLS THE FLY that’s been haunting the set and screams directly into the mic. Bless her heart. Laura reveals that Imogen wasn’t born with her powers or the lightning marks on her arms; they both arrived together with the advent of her dreams. Both Laura & Imogen thought that the marks were just growing with the strength of her magic. She was terrified to use her powers at the start because she thought they were making the markings grow; she didn’t realize it might be related to the dreams. Taliesin asks about the purple hair: “Born with, changed to, or conscious choice?” Laura, weakly: “I haven’t decided yet. I just wanted purple hair...”

Liam’s question is about Laudna, and Laura confronts him on his pronunciation of Loud-na vs. Lodd-na. Liam: “I don’t say Loud-na.” Everyone else: “You do! You do all the time!” Liam: “Anyway. What was it like when Laudy made her revelation?” He says it’s like meeting a historical figure, since Orym wasn’t important in Zephrah but spent a lot of time 15 feet away from VM members discussing important events. It’s like carrying around a little piece of plutonium that he’s not sure how to communicate about. Taliesin tells us Percy is just screaming in the back of his head, “like just loud, irritated, British screams.”

Sam discusses how Liam chooses his race and class for every campaign. He wanted to find a different spin from previous clerics & loves diving into worlds he knows nothing about. He’s never gone through therapy himself, so he wanted to explore that here. He got lots of books and spoke to friends in psychiatry and psychology to get a good foundation. It reminds Taliesin of friends who take one psychology credit in college and go a little overboard. Liam thought it was a very improbable combination and knew Sam would come up with something entertaining. Sam originally intended to have FCG curse a LOT as a reflection of his builder, but thought that would be too exhausting (to Taliesin: “No offense.”). Tal remembers him finding the FCG voice over their session zero.

Segue into accents; there are lots of “viral” accents at the table right now, and it’s hard to keep them from creeping in. Everyone (rightfully) raves about Marisha’s accent and character. Taliesin has seen this voice before from theater with her many years ago and says it’s his favorite thing she does. Sam thinks Ashley also played it smart, because hers isn’t an accent, it’s (breathily) “just a way of being” like Marilyn Monroe or a 50′s movie star.

Ashton is a liar to himself and others, and believes he knows people well even when he doesn’t. “It’s worse when you need people and you’re bad at it.” Taliesin loves that there’s someone in the group okay with their pocket being picked, someone he can be a little bit of a dick to.

Laura has no idea who the figure in the storm is. Wild theory: maybe her mom is evil. Maybe it’s evil Imogen. She’s scared of and intrigued by the storm at the same time. The only thing she hammered into her backstory is Imogen’s certainty that if the storm catches her, she will die, and she’s intrigued that this might be changing.

Liam initially wanted to hatch Orym with his familiar friends, but decided to start him in ExU instead. He notes that they’re worse chaos gremlins in that group & had no Imogen to help him keep things grounded. “Dorian sometimes, but Dorian was a chameleon” who would take on other characteristics when he was talking to someone else. It was a different layer added to Orym and it was great.

Unexpected whiskey slaps cameo on this episode of 4SD! Laura smacks the bejeezus out of Liam (who apparently quite enjoys whiskey slaps but hasn’t been able to partake in a long time). “Should I really do it or should I kind of do it?” “75%. I love you.” Oh, my heart.

Question speed round! Initially, FCG never took offense when he was treated badly, but over the episodes with everyone checking in with them constantly, he’s discovered he’s actually not okay with it after all!

Ashton spent at least older-child-to-teenager years at the orphanage.

The ball was very difficult for Imogen because she couldn’t keep her walls up high enough. She’d never been dressed up in her entire life and was excited about that, but so bummed about being shoved in a corner.

Orym was wandering for years because there were no answers for so long; even now their leads are cold, but he’s growing fond of the new party. It’s giving him sharpened purpose. “Some things should just be made right.”

(Side note: they keep calling each other adorable nicknames throughout this, and it delights me: Limi, Mimi, twins, Tally. I’m just so glad they’re friends.)

Sam reviews their question slips. His were immediately shredded/crumpled, Tal’s were folded into origami, Laura’s stayed untouched, and Liam’s are an eclectic mix of mushroom shape, tiny twist, and flat. Fitting.

Tower of Inquiry (Reprise): Sam pulls a brick. Which Muppets would play your character? Fearne: Janet. Ashton: Animal. FCG: Beaker. Orym: Kermit or Robin (Kermit’s nephew). Imogen: Scooter. Chetney: Waldort and Statler (ha!). Laudna: the Count. Dorian: Sam Eagle or Rowlf. Matt: John Denver or Mark Hamill--one of the human guests.

Break: The Dani Barr confessions, a hilarious black-and-white noir spoof with Taliesin and Dani, with Tal talking about his euphoria at Matt’s frustration regarding his constant min-maxing of complicated homebrew subclasses. (Dani’s accent is fabulous.) “I don’t know what a grit point is, nobody does! Campaign Two--sure, he bumped me off before I had the chance to really get into that crazy, high level shit, but that’s okay. I bided my time, and now...Ashton. Rolling on a random table for nearly everything I do, fundamental chaos! That player’s handbook in your clutches won’t help you, because the table you need isn’t there. I hope you printed out a cheat sheet that consumes an entire panel of your GM screen just for me, and my crunchy little homebrew!”

Post-Break Shenanigans: ostensibly Street Fighter V, but Sam derails us immediately with honor rollies and then more questions as Liam and Tal start off with the game. Sam: “I can tell you that if I were watching this show, I wouldn’t give a shit about [the game].” Is that legal to say??

Imogen thinks Chetney is a funny little horndog. She works really hard with Imogen to avoid meta because technically she could be reading everyone’s thoughts at all times. She got the worst superficial thoughts of everyone when she first got her powers, so she blocks it all out. She wants to think better of people, so it’s an active effort to shut it down.

Laura, Ashley, and Marisha went to get their nails done together. Everything was harder with long nails. This is so cute.

Liam casually drops that all of the guests voice characters in this game except Sam. Taliesin actually voices one of the characters on the stream right now. Man, it’s a different world they live in.

Tal wrote more backstory for Ashton than any other character, which shocks Liam. This is also a character who’s never had something good happen to him, and Matt hates characters like that, so he’s unsure if Matt will stay with that or tweak some things.

Orym was a backup character in Campaign One, when Vax was high level but expected to die. (Laura physically blocks Sam’s view of the TV during this, which is pretty funny.) His backstory was set then; Liam had to find a reason for this high-level character to drop out of the sky. However, since Vax survived, he flipped the dynamic and had Keyleth help Orym instead of the other way around, and saved the character for another time.

Liam plays Gill, which is the character he voiced in this game. Dani is apparently “over it” in the background. Sam tells her to come hang out and she joins them. So cute.

Laura had no idea Imogen would have any connection to Ruidus. She just wrote about the storm, and Matt wrote her back and told her the storm would be red. That was all she knew going into the game. She HATES it when he turns the room red. She gets nervous every time they sleep.

Taliesin had to change one thing about Ashton’s background due to too much overlap with Orym’s background. He can’t reveal what it is yet.

Sam wore flipflops because the internet appreciates feet. Also, it was 88 degrees.

Dani declines to ship on camera; she’d rather let the relationships play out naturally without commentary. Oh, Dani, this is such a wise decision and I’m so glad.

And that’s it! Is it Thursday yet? (It is, it is!)

#critical role #talks machina #4 sided dive #4sd #4 sided dive spoilers #critical role spoilers #long post for ts #very long post for ts

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yoiiink · 2 years

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Long day

First piece of writing in a long time!

Ashton Greymoore X GN reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, choking, one bed trope, swearing, pet names (darling, babe), GN reader

I’d love constructive feedback, as I’m just getting back into writing!

Sitting around a tavern table, secluded from other patrons was Orym, Laudna, Imogen, Fresh Cut Grass, Chetney, Fearne, Ashton & you. It had been a long day and to wind down Ashton thought it would be fun to play a game he calls what the fuck is up with that?.

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“Y/N, I’ve got a question for you.” Your heart skips a beat as you hear Ashton address you.

“Hit me.”

“People flock around you like birds and yet, you don’t go for anyone. What the fuck is up with that?” Ashton locks eyes with you as he asks the question. You felt your face heat up thinking about the true answer. It's because I want you. You clear your throat and your mind as you try to find an appropriate answer.

“Well, maybe I’m saving myself for a special someone..” You remark, leaning forward to rest your elbows on the wooden table. Intense eye contact is made and maintained, neither of you wanting to break it.

“I believe it’s my turn!” Fearne interrupts the staring contest between you and the barbarian. Realizing your flirtatious manners you quickly look away from them, your facing heating up yet again.

Throughout the rest of the evening, you two make quick glances at one another, eyes darting away when the other is caught.

“Well, I think it’s time to hit the hay.” Imogen yawns. Laudna stands and cracks numerous bones in her body.

“Yes, this was a lovely game Ashton.” The group eventually makes their way to their rooms. Laudna, Imogen and Fearne went down the hall, Orym, Chetney and FCG went next door, leaving you and Ashton to the final room. Whether this was purposeful, you didn’t know for sure, but you didn’t mind rooming with the Earth Genasi. Ashton entered the room after you, casually removing his jacket and setting his glass hammer by the door. You stand in the middle of the room, fidgeting with your hands before speaking.

“I guess we’re sharing…” They look back at you as a smirk grows on their face.

“You’re saying that like it's a bad thing?” his eyes scan your form, slowly and carefully, making sure to commit every part of you to their memory. You feel a shiver travel up your spine before a burst of confidence from the whiskey flows through you.

“Oh no, this is a good thing.” You purr as you approach him slowly, fingers gliding over his hard chest. Their eyes grow dark with interest as you tease him, waiting to see how far you’d push him.

“And why is that, darling?” The pet name sends a shock to your abdomen as he rests his hands on your waist. You inhale deeply before making yet another bold move, grabbing their chin and pulling his head down to your level.

“Remember when I said I was waiting for someone special?” your hot breath tickles his face and he takes a deep breath before replying.

“Yes..” as your other arm slides around their shoulders you make eye contact with them.

“Well, that special someone I’m hoping is you.” Not even a second goes by before he pushes his mouth into yours and kisses you aggressively. Your body jolts from his touch as he passes a hand down your abdomen. They pull you as close as physically possible, drawing out the kiss until both of you are desperate for air. As you pull away, you both inhale deeply, creating eye contact once again.

“Do you know how long I've wanted to do that?” He pants, drinking in every part of your figure with his eyes.

“I have a guess.” You shoot back, smiling slowly at him. He pauses, hesitating to speak.

“Can I- Can I touch you?” they whisper, their eyes even darker than before. Energy shoots to your abdomen again before you whimper back.

“Please.” He sighs gently before traveling his hand into your pants. Your eyes close softly as their fingers make their way to where you need them most.

“A-Ashton..” You mutter, mainly to yourself as he begins to slowly work you.

“Tell me what you want, babe.” they whisper in your ear, fingers moving painstakingly slow for your taste.

“How am I supposed to please you if you don’t tell me what you want?” He gently bites on your earlobe. Gods, you have so many answers. You knew what you needed the most though.

“Fuck me, please. Fucking break me.” Your eyes meet, you can feel him grow against your thigh. He whispers a gentle fuck before quickly removing his fingers, and throwing you onto the bed. You squeal softly, bouncing onto the bed as he removes his pants and boots before taking off yours.

“Gods, you are gorgeous.” He mutters to himself before pulling you to the edge of the bed by your ankles. Adrenaline pumps through you as he gingerly enters you. Both of you sigh in unison, feeling so full by him. They pause for a moment, letting you adjust to their size.

“Ash…” You plead, grabbing his hand and placing it on your neck. You feel him twitch inside you as he flexes his hand. Your eyes roll back as you moan loudly for them. His pace builds quickly, tightening the grip on your neck in intervals.

“You take me so well..” They grunt in between thrusts. You knew him to be incredibly strong and yet, you could tell he was holding back.

“Please Ash, give me all you got.” He grunts even louder, letting his senses take over before putting more power into each thrust, kissing the life out of you. He tugs at your hair before traveling that same hand to put pressure on your clit. Groaning into their mouth, you pull them somehow even closer to your body, relishing every feeling he provides to you.

“Can I-” “Please.” you cut them off, meeting their thrusts to reach your climax. He moans in your ear and releases in unison with you. After regaining composure, he starts to pull out of you before you grab him.

“Stay, you're so warm.” He twitches from your plea and nods, flipping the two of you over, putting you over them. You lay down on their hard torso, tracing the markings on their body and resting your head on their chest.

“Me?” he whispers, barely audible.

“What Ash?” You reply, kissing patterns on his chest.

“Out of all the people you’ve met, you chose me?” You sit up and look them in their sparkling eyes.

“I’ve only ever wanted you. You are the best person I have ever met.” Leaning forward, your lips meet his as you gently kiss him. This kiss was totally different from the ones before, this was filled with pure love and adoration. They sigh as you rest your head on their chest again, gently rubbing your back.

“You do know I’m an asshole right?” He teases.

“I am very aware.”

#ashton greymoore #ashton greymoore x reader #critical role #critical role smut #Ashton greymoore smut #critical role x reader #campaign 3 #cr campaign 3

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randoimago · 2 years

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Hi there!! I wanted to ask if you could please write headcanons on Chetney from CR with a reader where it ends up like a grandfather/grandkid or even parent/child type of friendship? Thank you!!

Having a Family Dynamic with Reader

Fandom: Critical Role, Campaign 3

Characters: Chetney Pock O'Pea

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: Absolutely! Here you go!!

Chetney

He would never admit to you being like a kid to him. His body is too chiseled to be like a dad's. So you're his apprentice.

Constantly telling you to watch closely as he does something (and messes up half the time). When you copy him near perfectly (because he's perfect and no one can reach his level), he'll tell you good job but you still have much to learn.

Despite the hard time he gives you, he does care. Not that he'd admit. His heart is cold as ice that only thaws when woodworking (and when Fearne is around, but he's playing hard-to-get so he won't admit that).

But he does keep an eye on you to make sure you're doing okay. Lots of crazy shit is happening, he won't get mad if you need a break.

#unhelpfulnpc #critical role x reader #chetney x reader #chetney pock o'pea x reader

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railroad-migraine · 2 years

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Hello! hope you're having a nice day! idk if you finished watching the Arcane series, but Can I request the Campaign 3 characters being with someone that is kinda like Jinx from arcane, basically (builds bombs, weapons, and just crazy invention.) Take your time tho!!

❤️ It's my birthday this weekend, so here's a lil prezzie for you guys ❤️

This took a long time because it took me ages to finish watching Arcane 👀 (so darn busy lately) I absolutely loved it, and I love Jinx. I am happy to combine Arcane and CR :3

Requests are open, as per usual! I'm still catching up on older requests because I've been preoccupied, but I always welcome new ideas :3

~ Poet

Dating an Inventor!Reader

Ashton

Lives and breathes for the chaos you're capable of. Acts like a kid in a candy shop when they visit your work space, scooting closer next to you on the bench and peering over your shoulder, asking questions and pointing to every tool and device in sight. Sometimes they bring Fresh Cut Grass along, who's just as curious about your creations.

Asks if you'd help design or upgrade his glass hammer - think of all the damage you guys could cause together as a team! Ashton definitely has some creative input if their own, making suggestions here and there on how come up with something completely original.

Promises to introduce you to Milo - they got so excited when Ashton told them that he was dating a fellow tinker, and you guys immediately hit it off the moment you stepped into the Krook House.

Chetney

Initially is wary of your use of non-wooden materials. Frankly, you intimidate him with your affinity for working with metals and weapons instead of wooden toys.However, that wariness he had for you slowly melted away and became admiration - your crafts, while different, do contrast and complement each other.

He makes matching little toolboxes for you both - one for his woodworking tools, the other for your welding gear and spanners. They have your respective names carved on the outsides, but yours is followed by a small heart. Chet claims he didn't mean for it to happen, but you know he's just trying to hide his softer side.

There's something so wrong but also so right about your enemies seeing a glimpse of a teeny werewolf foaming at the mouth with his bomb-throwing, explosion-causing significant other by his side in the middle of combat. It's such a chaotic vision.

Dorian

He's so out of his depth when you talk to him about your latest breakthrough. Blue boi is of... Well, blue blood, a Prince in some contexts and a bard by trade. You're so focussed and passionate about the tech side of your craft that he zones out completely. No thoughts, head empty, except he mentally begins writing a song about his beloved and charming mad scientist.

You better believe he's gonna attempt to make something out of metal for you as a gift. He tried to be romantic, welded copper petals together to try form a rose of some sort, but eventually gave up and decided to leave the inventing and crafting to you - but you kept the metal rose anyway in a vase at your desk.

Whatever you do, do not leave him alone with your explosive inventions. You once caught him fiddling with one of your latest experiments in your workshop, shaking it by his ear thinking it was some sort of puzzle box to be solved. You had to practically jump on his back to snatch it before he set it off the paint bomb and ruined his lustrous hair and favourite outfit.

Fearne

Steals all sorts of scrap metal or half-working devices she finds scattered across your travels. Like a cat leaving gifts by their owner's doorstep, Fearne frequently skips to your side with bits and bobs she has collected, hoping they can be of use to you.

She loves to help out however she can! You need some metal to be more malleable? She's ready with Burning Hands to melt it a little. You're missing a specific type of screw or bolt to fix an old machine? You're lucky she has the little bag of them that she's collected over the years - she always knew they'd come in handy eventually.

On more than one occasion you've reported missing inventions, only to find Little Mister suspiciously hiding something vaguely familiar behind his back like the little menace he is. Fearne says he's got busy fingers and he doesn't understand that the inventions are yours - like mother like son, you suppose.

Imogen

She likes to read her books and catch up on notes concerning magic when you're working hard, offering advice on how to magically charge the latest weapon you're working on. She'll never admit it, but the reason why she smiles and chuckles so much to herself when she's with if is because she can hea your frustrated thoughts.

She insists that a tidy workspace means a tidy mind and helps you label drawers, shelves and organise your desk so it's neat and functional. Having control over you environment is one of the best things about being a craftsperson, so she definitely encourages the opportunity to make it your own.

When she's trying to escape the swarm of voices in her head, she often sneaks into your workshop to help decorate some of the more harmless inventions you come up with. When she dips the brush in the paint, swipes it across the metal shield, and takes in the quiet tick-tick-ticking of your spanner or screwdriver, her headache finally fades away. It's almost therapeutic.

Laudna

She admires your creativity so dearly. She enjoys perching on your desk and watching you fiddle with cogs and metal sheets and magic, cocking her head and considering your latest project as you hold it up to the light.

She loves to add personal touches to finished inventions - a small animal skull here, a beautiful piece of lace there, and ooh that gold leaf would look oh so darling on that explosive device, don't you agree?

Offers to name some of the little bombs or robots you build - Pâté and Sashimi respectively contributing to the list whenever inspiration strikes. You learn quickly that she has an affinity for food themed names ("Toffee" is a nickname for your sticky-slime bombs, and "Chorizo" is the high tech baton you cobbled together). You've had to keep a notebook handy for whenever a new 'baby name's comes to her mind.

Orym

When the party is backed into a corner and surrounded by enemies, he gives you a confirming nod of the head - the go ahead to use your latest inventions.

While he generally prefers to keep a calculated and low profile, when a distraction or destruction is required, he trusts you with his entire being to handle the situation. Whether it be smoke bombs, explosives, a knife that has magic runes engraved into the blade, Orym knows you have just what the situation calls for.

He always has a handkerchief at the ready to swipe smudges of grease, paint, soot etc etc off your face like the mother hen that he is. Sometimes he forgets though, so when you kiss his forehead there's a mouth-shaped smudge leftover as evidence.

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railroad-migraine · 2 years

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Day 24. Hellhounds 🎃

-> Chetney Pock O'Pea x GN!Reader

I'm just kidding, honest

~ Poet

You step down from your steed as surefooted as you can manage, hand slipping out of Chetney's while he remains seated on the saddle. As today's representative of Bell's Hells, you approach the finely dressed noblewoman waiting for you with a charming smile on your face while the rest of the party remain close behind.

"Well met, my lady!" you say before you think, and you can just about imagine Imogen's facepalm and Ashton's cackling behind you, "I do hope that our quick response your urgent request for heros was sufficient."

She quirks a crooked eyebrow at you, looks over your shoulder with a tight frown. "I wasn't aware you travelled in the company of... pets," she muses with clasped hands behind her back, addressing you as the group's speaker.

Your reply is easy, if a little puzzled: "I would hardly consider our horse a pet."

"Not your mare," she chuckles with a grin and squinted eyes, "I'm referring to the ruffian riding it."

"You watch your mouth! This is hellhound country, I'll show you that this pet has teeth-" Chetney protests at the well-intended (or, at least you hope well-intended) joke of the potential patron.

He's still fretting even as you ride away with the new bounty contract tucked away in your back pocket: "You should've let me at her, babe - my alpha rep was at stake there."

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railroad-migraine · 2 years

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Hello!! Can i please requested some Chetney headcanons please? (I love your writing!!)

Of course you can dear! 💜

~ Poet

General Relationship Headcanons

Chetney

His love language is definitely acts of service and gift giving.

Not a day goes by that he doesn't scuttle ahead to politely hold open the tavern door for you, only to let it smack another member of Bell's Hells in the face.

While he prefers to take his time with his woodcraft until he has achieved perfection, he has a speedier approach concerning gifts for you - he's always whittling something when he gets a spare moment, often leaving the trinket on your bedside without so much of a comment. It's no big deal for him - you're just worth the extra effort.

I feel like if you gave him a new wooly hat as a 'just because' present on a seemingly average day, he'd hold onto it for a couple hours as if it was glass that would shatter if someone barely glanced at it. The gesture really moves him. He struts around and wears it like a badge of honour afterwards lol

Honestly gets all heart eyed when he's with you, looking up at you with his face warm and corners of his mouth twitching upwards.

Such a sucker for receiving forehead kisses and hand holding. Golden retriever energy tbh, just is looking for reassurance and praise for doing a good job in looking after you. He wants to be the best version of himself for you, because that's the least you deserve.

But the moment you leave his side or someone comments on how happy he looks, he whips around with a feral look in his eye, practically foaming at the mouth. He's not ready to admit that he has a sickeningly, hopelessly in love, sweet soft side to him. It's only reserved for you. He's more than happy to be considered a grouch by the others.

Very proficient in nicknames. They range from the flirtatious "Baby" and "Hot stuff" to the more devoted "Buttercup" "Pumpkin" and "Dear".

Kicks, whines, and twitches like a dog when he's dreaming. You've woken up in the middle of the night to him curled up at your side or closer to the foot of the bed because he moves in his sleep to find the perfect and most comfortable spot. He's only small himself, so it means to get to starfish as much as you'd like.

If you have a good feeling about a merchant or an employer for a job even if they give off really shady vibes, he's more inclined to trust them because he trusts your judgement more than his own.

Treats you like a gent should. Makes sure you have a spacious bed when staying at an inn, not having to share with other Bell's Hells. Always checking in on how you're feeling. Reminds you to eat well and drink after a long day. Screams your name as a battle cry when knocking an enemy to the ground. Has brought you flowers on more than one occasion.

Pick him up. I dare you. He's not as bitey as he seems - he'll just reluctantly lean into you and accept his fate, going limp in your arms. It's nice, and good for his short lil legs to have a break.

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railroad-migraine · 1 year

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hello lovely! you’re my favorite bells hells writer, you just hit the nail on the head with every post and i’m so excited everytime i get the notif that you posted

if your requests are still open and you have the time/want to, could you do a bells hells x reader with the prompt “please just hold me?”, like maybe reader had a nightmare or something and asks the party to hold them? please and thank you !!!!

Hello darling! Your words made me all warm and fuzzy, I'm honoured to be a favourite something hehehe. I did a similar post here for when the reader is afraid of the dark, if you're interested :)

~ Poet

"Please Just... Hold Me?"

-> S/O has a nightmare

Ashton 💙

Fuck- Shit- I mean, sure. Sure. C'mere. I'll keep you close.

Even though you're the one seeking comfort, Ashton initially freaks out a little bit themselves. They're not used to the vulnerability that comes with bad dreams, especially when it's being shared with someone he cares about.

Before you give him the go-ahead, his hands are hovering in mid air, clueless on whether or not it's okay to touch you.

They're not the best at words in situations like this, so they let their body do the talking for them. Toned arms pull you into their lap, one hand gently running up and down your back as you calm down.

His crystalised skull glints and catches the miniscule light in your shared room. A little rainbow makes a wobbly appearance on the headboard. Their body is strong and grounding beneath you.

Chetney 💙

Give me time and I'll figure out a way to punch nightmares. It's not impossible if it's for you. I'd do anything for you.

He's got his mind set on that end goal, and Chet doesn't give up easily. But it can wait for another day. A day where you're not trembling beside him.

Because of how smol he is, it's less him holding you and more him being scooped up into your lap with his arms around your neck. Your nose is pressed into his shoulder as he mutters soft words into your ear.

He makes teary attempts at making you laugh, something to distract you both from the water pooling in the corners of your eyes.

He keeps an eye on you in the morning, a subtle way of checking in. He doesn't bring it up in conversation - the man respects your privacy too much.

Dorian 💙

Do you even need to ask? Of course I'll hold you. You're safe with me. I won't let anything happen to you. They can't touch you now.

He feels a little helpless in the moment, his very being flooded with cautious alarm when you reach out for him blindly in the dark. He's not the strongest, nor the bravest, but he'll be your rock and help you through this as best he can.

Pretty words are what he lives on though, and he knows just what to say to make everything feel a little bit better. Sweet nothings and intimate musings drip from the lips that rest on the crown of your head.

His fingers sweep in soothing circles across your skin, and you cling to his silk shirt and silky hair as he guides your fluttering heartbeat to steady to a more restful rhythm.

Sings you lullabies of crisp apples in spring and warm sunshine that kisses the face of a dear lover. Those nightmares are easily kept at bay while you lay beside him.

Fearne 💙

Oh dear. It's just not fair, is it? Don't worry, baby, I got you. Ol' Fearnie's here now.

She's so naturally tender with you. In the daytime, Fearne teases relentlessly, pokes and prods and says sweet flirty things that make you want to curl up into a tight little ball and burn from embarrassment.

But here, she smooths back sweat soaked wispy hairs away from your forehead, presses her lips to your forehead and hushes your unnecessary apologies.

A light floral scent envelopes your entire being like a blanket while she encases you in her arms, her downy fur there feather soft and cosy.

Little Mister lifts his head from the foot of the bed and scampers up to hold your free hand, coos quiet. The other stays placed on top of Fearne's sleep dress, right over her heart. The heart that beats for you.

Imogen 💙

I know what it's like, love. Trust me, I do. I'm not going anywhere. Whatever you need, big or small, it's yours.

Of all the party members, you know that Imogen is the most familiar with nightmares. You've spent many sleepless nights sitting with her, smoothing back her hair and holding a cup of water to her lips as she calms down from vivid visions with vague meanings.

The storm can be so vast and crimson at times, unbearable even. It terrifies her, makes her anxious when it's bedtime. Even if she tries to hide it, you can tell.

But when you're distressed and whimpering under the covers beside her, she pushes those thoughts away and tries to be a bit braver. Braver for you. It's the least she can offer.

She cradles you into her side like you're some glass object that could shatter, her words and thoughts soothing you until sleep or daylight finds you both.

Laudna 💙

Those bad dreams have some nerve poking around in your head. They wouldn't dare if they knew what I could do. Lay back, precious thing.

Like Chetney, Laudna makes the nightmares out to be a personal enemy. They're cruel and unworthy of someone so good such as yourself. Just out of reach so that she can't protect you from them.

If she could, she would show them how scary-scary she can actually truly be.

But until she has the power to physically strangle the embodiment of your bad dreams, she fluffs your pillow and helps you lean back onto the mattress. She's humming something quietly, a lullaby of some sort, her fingers gingerly stroking your face once she's cuddled into you.

She asks if you want to talk about what you dreamt, and respects however you answer. Works you through what you remember and curls her fingers around your own as you speak.

Orym 💙

Hey, hey. Look at me. Hey. Hi. It's me. You're alright, okay? I'm right here. We're alright. Just focus on me.

He lights a candle quicky, and you now are able to see the concern on his face that the shadows previously hid from you. There's a sadness in his eyes, but it's overpowered by the protectiveness in his actions.

He perches at your side, cupping your face while his thumbs gently wipe away crusty sleep from your eyes, soft smile brighter than the flame on the nightstand.

A sprig of lavender grows effortlessly from his palm and he tucks it in between your pillows to help you sleep better when you feel ready to.

Orym has had his fair share of nightmares, and helps you through it like he approaches everything - with practiced carefulness and kindness that is so good in nature that the bad dreams dare not linger.

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railroad-migraine · 1 year

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Hi! If you're taking requests, I would love headcanons of how the members of Bells Hells would celebrate their s/o's birthday, as it's my birthday today ^^ thanks 💞

This has a bonus character at the end so keep an eye out for them 👀 enjoy and hbd cutie 💜

~ Poet

Bell's Hells (+bonus member) Celebrating Their S/O's Birthday 🎉

Ashton 💙

It's surprisingly cold out, so they wrap you up in one of their oversized heavy jackets and whisks you away to the market. It's a comforting weight, and it makes you both feel giddy and mischievous for the day ahead. Ashton brings you to a tacky general store full of useless trinkets and unusual items, let's you browse through the aisles to your heart's content. Purchases you one really expensive thing that caught your eye at a better quality shop, and manages to swipe a few cheaper knickknacks from vendors who give you grumpy attitudes on your special day. Holds your hand and kisses you stupid every chance he has, insistent and teasing.

Chetney 💙

You can't seem to find Chet at breakfast, which slightly dampens your mood while the rest of the party chime in and wish you a good birthday. You spend the day indulging yourself as you see fit - snacking on treats and buying that magical item you wanted, but it's a little lonely. That is until you hear a running and a shriek behind you, and the gnome almost knocks you off your feet. He fumbles with something in his hand, nearly dropping it several times due to the splinters at his fingertips, and he spouts apologies of not seeing you earlier and excuses of attempting perfection. You're at a loss when he presents a beautfully carved ring, and can't help but pull him in for a tight hug, his arms curling around your neck.

Dorian 💙

You're woken up to ticklish and energetic kisses being pressed under your eyes and following the shape of your face, the slope of your nose and the apples of your cheeks. Dorian's smile can be heard in his tuneful humming - you don't even have to open your eyes to know that. He helps you dress into something new and a lil bit fancy for the occasion, cooing all about his plans for the day - your favourite dinner, a show, maybe drinks with the rest of the party followed by a stroll about the town, arm in arm with your cheek pressed to his shoulder. He serenades you throughout the day just to see you smile shyly, pulls out your chair and keeps your glass full, and playfully lifts spoonfuls of dessert to your lips only to steal a kiss after.

Fearne 💙

You think you're being smooched awake by a beautiful faun, but when you open your eyes it's in fact Little Mister who is nibbling on your nose with a happy chirp. You laugh and huddle up with the familiar for a little longer until Fearne finds you both and joins the cuddle pile, giving you a proper kiss. She places a crown woven of flowers and ribbons on your head, adjusts it here and there until she deems it perfect before she declares you gorgeous and orders you to get ready for a day of shenanigans. This includes going to fancy boutiques and trying on shirts, dresses, scarves, hats etc. (and casually walking out without paying), sight seeing around town and sharing the most scrumptious and tooth-rottingly sweet cupcakes you can find.

Imogen 💙

She storms into your bedroom at the crack of dawn, gears you up in comfortable trousers and boots. Your eyes are still bleary from sleep and it's dark outside, but you have no choice but to wake up a bit and wrap your arms around Imogen's middle tightly when she commands her horse to take off at a very sudden and fast pace. You find yourself laughing, her hair tickling your face as the world whips by you, the horse ride so invigorating and spontaneous to start your day. Eventually, you settle down with a makeshift picnic-breakfast on a hill under a tree, cuddled up as the sun rises. She has your head in her lap and trails her finger so lightly across your face in little motions that you end up dozing off.

Laudna 💙

She perches at the foot of your bed with an almost nervous energy while you unwrap her present. You smile down at the package and begin to peel the parchment away reverently while she patiently watches. Just as Laudna insists it's nothing special, you softly gasp and lift up the handmade doll from the paper - with woolen hair styled in such a familiar way, and button eyes that match your own, the figure is undoubtedly an imitation of yourself. Scraps of cloth have been lovingly stitched together to resemble your signature armour and robes, and Laudna squeals with happiness when you launch yourself at her and fall to the floor. She scrambles for Pâté and Sashimi, who both greet and promise your doll a fun day is in store their fun-scary friend.

Orym 💙

He's planned you a party. Not a grand social event to rival that of lords and princes, but a party nonetheless with your favourite people in attendence. There's food and music and dancing, a roaring fire and friendly faces. Orym somehow managed to get in contact with some of your family and allies from before joining Bell's Hells, and even if they couldn't make it, he has their birthday messages and letters wrapped in a box for you to read once the day is over. He wipes the most delicious cake crumbs and frosting away from the corner of your mouth when he sits down at your side at the head of the table, eyes shining with so much warmth and affection you just about melt.

BONUS: Lord Ariks Eshteross 💙

You wake up in the early hours of the morning to so many wonderful smells oh my god. There's rummaging and clattering of bowls and utensils downstairs that you 100% know is coming from the kitchen, and as you slip out of bed and throw on a robe, you notice a small little present on your bedside table. Lord Ariks spoils you with a hot drink waiting at your table setting, sugary pastries and bitesize cakes, and fondly presses his lips to your knuckles when you join him for breakfast.

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demigoddessqueens · 4 months

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Another round of music. Same request as before CR Bois and y/n reader head cannons.

Came up with a medley for this!

Run to You - Scanlan

Goes without saying that he always wanted to chase the next high, and it seemed to be just a purely physical thing with you. But then feelings have to be present and rear up at the most inopportune times. Now the bard can’t get enough of you, and seeks solace and comfort from you aside from the physical aspect.

I Do It for You, Heaven, This Time - Vax

Also goes without saying that Vax’s mentality towards you is loving, loyalty and dedication. He just adores you, every part of you, and even if you have/had the tiniest bit of doubt(s), you don’t after he spends time with you. Let’s you know what goes on in his mind when he thinks of you

I’m Ready - Chetney

He didn’t think most took him seriously, but you did. Jokes and cantankerous nature aside, you saw the inner depth and want to be included that Chet sought after.

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railroad-migraine · 2 years

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If your requests are open, could I get some Bells Hells pining headcanons? Like what they would be with a huge crush.

Here's some extra soft and fluffy headcanons for you darling xxx

~ Poet

How They Pine

Ashton 💙

They begin to spend more time with you.

Why would they hang out with someone else when they could drag you around town and cause some havoc instead? It's a no brainer really. You're far better company than a lot of people they know, and twice as good looking.

Treats you like a best friend but it feels different to how it should - like it means something important, something deeper and complicated, all the while he maintains the cheeky nonchalance you know so well. It's hard to tell that Ashton fancies you, especially in the beginning.

You're always his first choice to spend the night on watch with, to split up for supply shopping, to gossip and snigger and tease at the back of the group when travelling. Encourages you to pick things you like or think might come in handy, and doesn't let you see the pricetag. He's buying. He's a rascal like that, with a smug grin while you admire your new inventory.

Ashton hides the crush well enough until they know the feelings are mutual. Then they bust out the sly smiles and flirty comments. Prefers a subtle approach instead of cheesy one liners. Will happily play the long game, so you better be prepared to confess at some point. You gotta really want this to happen before it does.

Chetney 💙

He's softer and more cooperative with you.

He's still learning what his place is within Bell's Hells, begrudgingly agreeing and rolling his eyes and smirking and growling, even though he knows no one here is actually trying to one-up him.

But he listens to you. He considers your perspective and personal experiences, and takes them into account when he thinks about you and what you mean to the people around you.

He begins to compare the rest of Bell's Hells members to you. Says they all could learn a thing or two from you, defends your opinions and flushes when you thank him for his support.

Chetney has never had any doubt in his skills as a master craftsman until he started making trinkets for you. Suddenly he's worrying if they're good enough? Are you a sentimental enough person to want them? What if you secretly hate the oak figurine he's whittled that you said you adored? His anxieties melt away when you take interest in what he's been up to.

Dorian 💙

He tries to be your knight in shining armour.

He, of all people, knows that you're more than capable of looking after yourself. He can always rely on you guiding the party with your charming words... or by landing an uppercut punch to an enemy's jaw.

But there's a voice in the back of his head that convinces him that you won't so much as look his way unless he proves himself worthy. As someone more than a runaway rich boy, more than an ally. More than just a friend.

So he tries. He tries to be your hero. Loyal to a fault, siding with you on important decisions, swooping in with his cloak whirling behind him when you need a healing spell or backup in skirmishes. It sometimes ends up being a clumsy affair, slipping suddenly and colliding with the ground or accidentally getting hurt when trying to defend you.

The hero gig only seems to work when he's not actively trying, it seems. When your mind is at a low point and tear marks have scarred your cheeks, he brushes them away tenderly with his thumbs. When he gets a bit standoffish when the party meets someone new who looks at you the wrong way. When you're homesick and he sings a lullaby to help you sleep. His smile would put the sun to shame with how bright it is, his quiet humming when he holds you close is sweet and amicable despite how much his heart is aching for you.

Fearne 💙

She gets more competitive with you.

She grins impishly, dimples carving into her cheeks, an innocent gesture that contrasts the devilish glint in her eye. She wants to poke at you, stir something within you that grows and grows until you poke back. She's up for a fight.

Challenges and dares become a day-to-day thing between you both. Whether it's pickpocketing or stealing a household item or showing off who can do the most creative stunt in a fight or get the best deal in the market, Fearne is ready to go head to head with you.

Also gets competitive with flirting. Whenever she sees the opportunity to slip in a well put innuendo or compliment, she takes it, just to see you get flustered or shy. If you don't react, even better - it gives you the advantage to return the favour. She secretly loves when you say something really wholesome in retaliation. Her heart can't take it.

Will steal your stuff. Will wear your necklace or arcane focus, tie your scarf around her waist, hold your journal out of reach just so you get up close to her to snatch it back. It's infuriating but so so endearing at the same time. She blows air in your face just as you think Fearne is about to kiss you.

Imogen 💙

She gets frustratingly shy with you.

It shouldn't be this easy - or legal - to be able to fluster such a powerful sorcerer like Imogen. But it is. Every time you so much as look at her with a lingering gaze or praise her skills or ask her about things she likes, she just freezes up.

Heat floods her face, a soft blush highlighting the smattering of freckles along her nose and cheeks. She clenches her fists and doesn't seem to know what to do with her hands. If you manage to give her a friendly pat on the arm or gods forbid hug her, you get a small shock of static electricity bolt from her body to yours because she gets so worked up.

At first she doesn't seem to mind it because you don't. She nearly starts to believe you might like the shyer side to her. But when she's left alone with you on watch and you're so darn pretty next to the campfire and it's almost impossible for her to form a sentence, that's when she gets sick of it all.

She asks Laudna and FCG for some advice - two people who have very little romantic experience - and eventually just tries her best to remind herself that you're a friend first, crush second, and she has nothing to worry about when she's with you.

Laudna 💙

She becomes more physically affectionate with you.

Laudna is calculated. Calm and complacent when she needs to be. Empathetic? One hundred per cent. Touch starved? You know it. So it comes to no surprise that when you both grow closer, the space between you gets smaller and smaller with each passing day.

While she has embraced her ichor-dripping hands and unsettling creaky bones, Laudna is not immune to lingering thoughts in the back of her mind (somewhere close to where Delilah resides), mutterings that she is simply not good enough for you.

But you seem to quite like it when she leans her head on your shoulder in the tavern. When she curls her arm with yours and prances around village markets. When she pokes and prods at your warm skin playfully. When you take her hand and brush your thumb over her pulse point on her wrist. She in return wants nothing more than to kiss the corner of your mouth, that perfect crease when you smile. Then move on to your lips.

You encourage her to accept who she is and how perfect she is in your eyes. Her slow thrumming heartbeat flutters when you say such soft things. She only hopes that you'll always be so lovely to her.

Orym 💙

He gets more playful and talkative with you.

Orym is usually reserved, a level headed moral compass with folded arms, swirling tattoos and an amused smile. But when he's with you, you tend to bring out a cheekiness in him that he rarely indulges in recent times.

He allows himself to relieve some of the weight that travelling with a group of people brings in the evenings when you sit together sipping on drinks. The fireplace crackles and there's no music or chatter this late in the tavern but it's perfect because you look so comfy in the chair across from him.

And you both share stories and tall tales, Orym laughing a little harder than he usually would let himself after one of your anecdotes, wiping away a happy tear with his thumb while he catches his breath. He's winded, slightly breathless, but grinning ear to ear. Life can feel normal with you. Almost domestic, in a strange way. It's a feeling he misses deeply.

When the time is right, he reaches across the table and pats your hand before heading up to his shared bed with Fearne. Perceptive as he is, after a few ales and a few hours after his routinely bedtime, he doesn't notice the faun's eye slide open to catch his lovestruck smile. She feigns sleep, and keeps quiet when he curls into her and drifts off. Teasing can come later. He deserves to find sanctuary in you.

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