#cr: rory

[friendly-jester]

ashley: it's because i'm a woman 🙄

matt: 👁👄👁

#critical role #bells hells #ashley johnson #matt mercer #cr liveblog #liveblog* #shouting into the void* #rory's highlight reel* #cr spoilers #spoilers

[undead-knick-knack]

A perfect song for Dorym in these trying times 💙💚

#fucking love they released an acoustic album #rory's voice is like fucking crack to me #neon grave is also a good orym song #especially the acoustic version #they also coverd my immortal which i fucking LOVE #critical role #critrole #cr3 #cr c3 #bells hells #bell's hells #orym of the air ashari #dorian storm #dorym #orym x dorian #dorian x orym #music #song #dayseeker #rory rodriguez #courtesy of me #cr campaign three #crit role #Spotify

[moldycantaloupe]

I got a small cold going on and figured now's a good time for a classic sickfic. (aka i whump phantom, again)

Cw: Fever, no vom

Rain looked up from his late breakfast and saw Aurora standing in the doorway, her face laced in concern.

“What’s happening, Rory?” He was quick to stand, ready to help ease her. She shook her head.

“Something’s wrong with Phantom…” She mumbled, her voice quiet. 

Rain frowned and started towards the hall, Aurora quick to follow. She led him towards their room with their door cracked open, but hesitated just outside it, as if scared to go in.

Rain, thankfully, did it for her, searching the rather dark room until his eyes landed on the heap of quint ghoul on the floor right next to their bed. They were wearing nothing but their boxers and shirt, body curled in on itself and face flattened against the ground. Their breathing consisted of wheezes and high yet quiet whines, their body dewy with a sheen of sweat.

“Phantom,” Rain rushed to kneel next to them, hands floating above their body as he tried to figure out what was happening. “What are you feeling, bug?”

“I think-” their scratchy voice was interrupted by a coughing fit, the end pitching into a pained whine, “I’m gonna die.”

Rain laid a hand against their forehead, Phantom nuzzling into the touch, and sighed when his suspicions were confirmed. Both Phantom and Aurora were barely three months Topside, and it was a wonder to Rain how they both stayed clear of any sickness for this long. It was only a matter of time, he figured. 

“Satanas, you’re running hotter than Dew…” He turned their head just slightly so he could get another hand on the back of their neck. 

“Thank you…” They muttered miserably. Rain blinked and just barely held back a smile. He turned towards Aurora, who now stood behind the two.

“Can you grab Aether for me, Rory?” Rain calmly asked.

“What’s wrong with them?” She wrung her hands together with nerves.

“They’re just sick.” He turned back to face them, his hands and floor putting in hard work to keep them cool. “Tell Aether they have a fever, he’ll bring what they need.”

Aurora nodded and ran out the room, nearly running into the wall doing so. He could hear her distantly yelling for Aether as she left their den and turned his attention back to the sick quint.

They were shivering, now trying to get away from his touch. “‘M cold.”

“That’s good, bug.” Rain chased their face with his hands. “We need to get you as cold as possible, okay?”

They stayed like that until Aether came in with a small bucket of items and set them down on Phantom’s bed. He crouched down next to Rain and felt their cheek.

“Holy hell,” Aether mumbled, “Almost as hot as Dew.”

“That’s what Rain said…” Phantom swatted his hand away with their own before falling into another fit of coughs. Aether and Rain shared a concerned look before they worked to get them sat up.

Once their coughing ceased, the two helped them to stand. They make their collective way to the bathroom. Aether started the shower while Rain quietly explained what was going on.

“We’re going to get you in the shower to try and break your fever.” Rain supplied as he helped them to strip. “It might not, but you will feel a little better, and cleaner.”

Phantom nodded with a pout. He stripped down to his boxers and got in with them while Aether went back into the bedroom to prep. They yelped at the cold temperature of the water and Rain guided them through it, running his hands along their scalp while the cold water pelted them.

The shower seemed to help, if only a little, and their clouded eyes from before were now brighter, more alert. Rain helped them out of the shower and into a new set of clothes Aether brought in before walking them both out.

Aether replaced the old bedding for thinner sheets and was in the process of digging through the bucket when the two came out. He smiled softly at Phantom and they gave a small one back. 

“Mountain is currently making some soup for you,” Aether began as Phantom crawled into their bed, “but he brought some tea he said would help soothe your throat.” He went to grab the still warm mug off the nightstand and handed it to the quint.

Phantom hummed and took small sips while they watched Aether and Rain move, both dancing around each other. Rain collected all the crumpled sheets and clothes while Aether continued grabbing and setting up supplies for Phantom. Their sips soon ceased as their head began to slightly bob, eyes growing heavier as the sleep began to take over.

Rain, thankfully, hurried over to grab the mug before the hot liquid could ruin anything and sat it aside. He helped them back into bed and shooed at Phantom’s hand when they tried to grab for a blanket.

“We need you to stay cool, so no blankets. Okay?” He took the cold pack Aether offered, slipping it underneath their neck. They sighed.

“I don’t like being sick…” their words slurred together and Rain smiled in sympathy, watching as their eyelids began to close.

“I don’t think anyone does.” He chuckled. “But we’re gonna take care of you real good, and you’ll be better by the end of the week.”

They cracked their eyes open and looked directly at Rain. “Promise?”

“Yeah, bug.” Rain nodded. “Promise.”

#lou writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #phantom ghoul #rain ghoul #aurora ghoulette #aether ghoul

[octocurse]

Personal Ruin

Cw: Injury, implied age regression, unintentional self-harm, implied caregiver & regressor, implied ableism toward self

Words: 959

Characters: Rory, Smallfry, Sally, mentioned Melanie (AnemoneNo1)

The night cooled the dark room, akin to a blanket covering the home. Yet no comfort protected the youth from terrors not even her parent would see. She tossed and turned, clawing at the sheets. Her fuzzy legs kicked aside the starry blankets that once sat still across her body.

Rory’s room was smattered with a galaxy night sky, the light illuminating from a lamp to calm the children afraid of the shadows. Each star was meant to be a comfort, reminding her of the safety she now bore, and yet-

She shot awake, tumbling off the bed and knocking her head against the table. A yelp broke from her throat, weak from sleep. Her hands gripped the wood to steady herself as she stood. The smallfry turned its head to the inkling, squinting its large eyes. It didn’t understand why her heart raced or why her body shivered with sobs. But smallfry cared for Rory more than the world, so it jumped to be by her side.

Rory whined into her hand as she fell back to the bed, with her other clutching the now bleeding wound on her scalp. It burned hot with pain and ink, spilling purple and gold down her tentacles and coating her paler palm. 

Smallfry nuzzled her side, inviting her to hold him or to very well dig her claws into his scaley flesh. Rory sobbed and held him close, pathetically gentle.

The bathroom sink down the hall turned on. Neither had noticed it had been on, or that the Captain was even awake. Rory attempted to swallow her wails, but she yearned for the older inkling to hold her close, tend to her wounds, and read her to sleep in their bed rather than her own. She was so painfully weak, turned from the fearless killer in turf to the child shivering under the covers. 

What would her old friends think of her now? She prayed to whatever sick being that watched over her that they’d never remeet and see her in this state, broken and ruined. Melanie would think her a sap.

A figure leaned in from the doorway, their face looking just as exhausted as she felt. “Rory?” they mumbled with a yawn. “What’s wrong?”

And Rory wailed. Her claws dug into the hard scales of her closest friend as the salt stained her furry cheeks. She felt weak, suffering in the room her superior had given her. And for what reason? Some personal obligation to the worlds savior?

Yet Sally only frowned and shuffled to her side. They hesitated for a moment, seeing the ink that dripped against her skin. Her claws had dug into the wound, unable to ease the burn that radiated against her skin.

Their blunt fingers, so terribly gentle, pulled her daggers away from the torn skin. They wrapped around her hand, caressing her soaked palm as they cooed, their free hand cupping her soaked cheek. Sally didn’t harm her, despite the absolute fact they should, but they didn’t. Their calloused skin only warmed hers. 

“Hey, hey, it’s gonna be alright,” Sally whispered. Smallfry lept from Rory’s lap.

“I- nnnnnnnnnnnnn-” she could only whine in response. And yet they understood. They understood so well. 

Sally picked her up, and she buried her face into their shoulder. They were far warmer than the cold bed. The room dimmed, now black without its galaxy light. Rory didn’t care. Captain was safe. Mama made her safe.

“I’m going to clean you up, alright? Do you wan’ta stay with me tonight?” Sally murmured, their breath tickling her ear. They lacked even the slightest judgment, despite Rory’s shortcomings.

“Mmmhm,” she nuzzled the fabric of their shirt. It smelled like cypress.

“Alright,” the inkling settled Rory to the cover of the toilet, attempting to push away her grip much to her distaste. “Bug, I gotta clean this,” Sally murmured, rubbing her shoulder.

“Nuh,” Rory huffed, but she freed them from her grasp. She stared at their stomach, unsure as to where else to look.

The white cabinet creaked and Sally pulled out the canisters, only lit by the moon glimmering through the shower window. They were swift to douse the cut in a frigid fluid that stung like a thousand fire ants burrowing into her skin. Rory wailed with her hands in fists on her shorts. She wailed, sobbed, and cried, but it didn’t ease the burn. 

“I’m sorry baby, I know, I know,” Sally whispered, their voice cracking. “It’ll go away soon. You’ll be okay,” they kissed her forehead. Their lips were cracked and dry, but it eased the pain. Or maybe it just made her stronger.

Their scalp was hot as a mass of fluff was pressed to the glimmering wound. Her ink, mixed with alcohol, stuck its fibers to her skin. Thankfully, with deft hands, they wrapped the bandages against her head, taping them in place. 

“It’ll be okay. I know it hurts,” Sally murmured. They picked her back up, getting her feet off the ridged tile and returning her to their warmth. “Did’ya just fall out of your bed? Hm?” the older inkling walked down the hall. Rory didn’t care where they were going as long as she was with her mama.

“Nuh,” Rory mumbled. “Bad dream.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Sally inquired softly before placing her on the larger bed. She rolled over to make space for them, but was quick to cuddle back up to them. 

“Nuh,” Rory sniffled, still struggling to quell her tears. 

“Alright. Do you need anything else baby bug?” Sally did everything they could to comfort her, rubbing circles into her back and pressing their cheek to her forehead.

Little did they know, it was more than enough.

#A lot of implied stuff lol #New Agent 3(Rory) #Agent 3(Sally) #Agere fic #My fics #InconNeo #Splatoon agere

[faeriemarie]

i dream of an improved cr where i am whisked away to a boarding school that’s stuck in 2014. i’m away from my mother and i can smoke as many cigarettes as i want. i’m alaska young and effy stonem and rory gilmore and haley dunphy all at once. and i’m sad but happy

and it’s better than being here where i’m sad but sadder

:)

#i want it all ☆ #reality shifting #shifting #shiftblr #desired reality #subliminals #reality shift #shifting realities #manifesting #manifestation #shifting community #shifters #shifting script #harry potter shifting #shift #shifting help

[ashthedrawer]

• OC FIC •

Characters: Felix (he/him), Winola (she/her), Maddox (he/him), Akali (he/him), Alzena (she/her), Nyssa (she/her), Astley (he/they), Rory (they/she), Kuali’i (he/him), Wilder (he/him), January (he/him), Haven (she/they), Manon (she/her), Atiah (he/him), Borislava (she/her), Reese (they/them), Einar (he/him), Shehani (she/her), Hiraya (she/her), Una (he/they), Vincent (he/him), Olivia (she/her)

Credits go to @jiphenn as the characters in purple are hers!!

“Welcome to the Lim Residency.”

The front door swung open, revealing the biggest house Felix had ever seen in his entire life. You couldn’t even consider it a house, or even a mansion, seeing as it was even larger than January’s had been. They stepped into what seemed to be a huge ballroom, probably a hundred nicely-dressed Dioles all standing around, chatting and laughing happily. Felix glanced around in awe, shocked that a place so nice could even exist. Or that he was somehow standing inside it. Several people glanced in their direction, all giving them friendly smiles. Felix was too dumbfounded to even return the gesture.

“Well, go ahead and mingle around with the guests. I’ll come get you guys when it’s time for dinner.” Haven said, brushing past the Board Game Club and disappearing into the crowd.

“This is… a lot nicer than I imagined.” Alzena said, glancing up at the intricately designed chandeliers that hung from the domed ceiling, nothing like any of them had seen before. Felix nodded slowly in agreement, still taking it all in, absolutely mesmerized.

“We’ll go exploring, see you guys later!” Rory said, separating from the rest of the group and bringing Kuali’i and Wilder with her, melding in with the rest of the crowd like Haven had done. Felix stepped closer to Akali, deciding that there was no way he was ending up by himself in a place this vast and unknown.

“I’m gonna go too.” Astley said, and Nyssa trailed behind him, since they were basically besties now. Maddox scanned the crowd. “I’m going to look for January.” And with that, he was gone too, leaving just Felix, Akali, Winola, and Alzena.

Felix played with his Board Game Club friendship bracelet, running his thumb along the bright yellow beads nervously. He had been dying to get invited to the Mansion since his first day at Paradise, But standing here now, he felt even more anxious than before. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting, but it definitely wasn’t this.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “We should look for January.” He said, turning to Akali.

Felix hadn’t been able to think about much other than January since they arrived in Paradise. Although it had only been three days since he last saw him, it felt so much longer. Probably because it had been so long since Felix had really seen his friend. January hadn’t spoken a word to him since the Winter Concert, much less even gave a glance in his direction. He’d been an entirely different person in Chumps Jr. Although he couldn’t really blame him, too much had happened, so much had changed.

He didn’t know if January would ever speak to him again. But nevertheless, he was determined to find him, to talk to him, to make sure that at least he was okay.

Akali followed closely behind Felix as he made his way through the crowd, slowly pushing past the seemingly never-ending sea of people, as the two of them started to realize it was very extremely hard to spot him with the hundreds of Dioles surrounding them and blocking their view. Felix still wasn’t deterred, looking for his friend desperately, glancing around for January’s familiar fluffy black-and-brown hair and dangly earrings.

Thirty minutes passed. Still no sign of January.

“There you two are!” Someone called from behind them. Felix glanced back hopefully, praying for it to be January. He was met with Haven staring down at him, to his immediate disappointment. “Time for dinner.” She said, turning around and signalling for them to follow.

She led them through the crowd, which easily dispersed at her wake, and met up with the rest of the Board Game Club and Manon as they continued to walk through the impossibly large ballroom. They entered an enormously gigantic hall, which seemed to go on forever, before eventually finding themselves in front of a pair of huge oak doors. “Behind these doors is the dining room. Be on your best behaviour.” Haven warned them.

She pushed open the doors, revealing another room so impressively large that Felix’s jaw almost dropped. There was a long wooden table in the middle, where all of only the most important people were seated.

No January.

Felix’s heart sunk. He was dying to see his friend again, to make sure he was actually okay, like Manon had said. He was starting to doubt if she had been joking about him being all knocked out and tied up. Maybe Mr. Lim really was a psycho. Maybe he had invited them to the mansion to kill them. Get revenge for Gunther. He was sure that Gunther’s father couldn’t be any less crazy than he had been. He paused, terrified that all his worries over the past few days were about to come true in front of his very own eyes.

Suddenly, the doors on the other side of the room started to slide open, creaking as they did so. There emerged January Restall in all his glory.

And he had a shiny bald head.

Felix went running at him, most of the Board Game Club right beside him, as they all tackled him, practically crushing him in a huge group hug. Instantly they started to bombard him with questions, unable to contain themselves any longer.

“January?!”

“Are you okay?!”

“What happened to you?”

“Why are you bald.”

January glanced over to Manon, who made her way over to the group along with Kuali’i, Wilder, and Winola. She laughed, giving him a thumbs up and a big grin. He smiled, reaching up and ripping the bald cap from off his head. “Surprise!”

His hair was reverted back to the original length it had been back in September, when they had first met, but instead of being a soft brown colour it was now fully black.

Alzena was the first to break the silence. “It suits you.” She said with a smile. January beamed.

“I missed you.” Felix grinned at him. He had never been more relieved; so, so glad to see his friend smile again.

“Sorry for worrying you guys.” January said with another smile, pulling away from the hug. He looked at Akali, whose jaw had now turned into a mess of cracks, black fog-like smoke filtering through. They both stared at each other for a long moment, before January finally spoke again. “You look good.”

Akali’s eyes softened. “You too.”

“Okay, okay, enough chitter chatter, everyone sit down.” Haven said from her seat.

Felix turned his gaze back to her. She was seated at the end of the table, the other side occupied by the Top Five, along with Reese, Borislava, and Manon who was now joining them, sitting across from her brother. Haven motioned for them to hurry up, and they all started to sit down, Felix taking a seat in between Maddox and Akali, with Alzena directly across from him.

He fiddled with the end of his shirt sleeves, feeling incredibly sweaty all of the sudden, as the table lapsed back into silence. The air was thick and Felix felt unbearably hot in his button-up, the atmosphere a million times more intense than before.

Well, other than Una.

“Hi Winola!” He said, grinning and happily turning to Winola, coincidentally sitting in the seat right next to her. “Isn’t this place nice?” They asked, which got nothing more than a quick glance and a small nod out of her. He continued to happily talk to her, unfazed by Winola’s obvious discomfort.

Just then, the big oak doors rattled. They swung open with a loud bang, revealing the one guest everyone had been waiting for…

It was an old man. He must’ve been older than even Ms. Hoompadoomp had been, his hair just tufts of pure white, his back unbelievably hunched over, wrinkles covering almost every inch of his sagging skin, pale blue veins visible beneath it. He staggered to the head of the table, knees almost buckling with each step he took, his whole body wobbling uncontrollably.

Everyone stood up at once. He shook and heaved, slowly and agonizingly pulling out his chair at the head of the table and sitting down. As soon as he got comfortable, he looked back up at everyone, and they bowed before sitting back down. Felix did the same, feeling even more nervous than before in his presence, and about a hundred times more confused, too. The man in front of them looked like he was on his deathbed. He had no clue how this was supposed to be the mysterious leader of Paradise.

“Good evening everyone.” Mr. Lim croaked out, hand shaking as he raised it. “I’m very honoured to welcome our eleven special guests.” He glanced to the end of the table with a welcoming smile. “Gunther’s friends and our new comrades.”

Felix watched him silently, Gunther’s name bringing a million bitter memories to the surface. But for once he kept his expression completely neutral, not allowing himself to show an ounce of emotion, not even daring to move.

“Now-“

“Cut out the grandpa act you loser.” Haven interrupted.

“Aw, you’re no fun Haven.” Mr. Lim sighed.

His body started to morph. It was almost as if he was going back in time right there in front of them, as he lost the hundreds upon hundreds of wrinkles on his face, his hair darkening back to a smooth black, becoming thicker, and his fixed posture making him grow a few inches. Eventually, his body reverted back to its “original” age, and the first thing Felix was able to notice is that he’s breathtakingly sexy. Undeniably so.

He combed his fingers through his dark slicked-back hair, a few strands falling loose in front of his face. He turned to Haven with a playful grin. “Really had to go and ruin my grand reveal, didn’t you?”

“You were breathing out dust onto the table.”

“Well, let me properly introduce myself.” He looked back to the Board Game Club and gave them all another smile. “I’m Vincent Lim, Founder of Paradise.”

Felix’s mouth dropped open in complete shock. If his mind wasn’t absolutely blown already, it was now. Vincent Lim. As in, Howard Restall’s best friend, Vincent Lim? His mind swirled with a million different thoughts and questions, desperately trying to grasp at what that statement really even meant. He’d heard the story about a million times over the years: Howard Restall had formed Diole Eradication Act back in 1996, after the disappearance of his childhood best friend Vincent, and seeing the horribly high crime rates caused by Dioles. Felix had never given it another thought, the story nothing more than another history lesson that he was forced to listen to each year in school. But now here he was, sitting mere feet away from him.

He wondered how he was ever friends with Howard Restall. It was almost incomprehensible to Felix.

Vincent laughed at their reactions. “I know you all must have a thousand questions and frankly, most of you probably don’t want to be here right now. Please feel free to ask me anything at all without fear or shame. I’ll make sure Haven doesn’t kick you out.” Felix for a second thought back to Gunther, the question that had been tormenting him for weeks, dying to ask, yet unable to actually bring himself to speak.

“Let’s start with introductions.” Vincent continued. “Like I said, I’m Vincent Lim, Founder of Paradise. I can rewind and fast forward the stages of objects, living or non-living.” He said with pride. “Hence how I did my little trick earlier.” He smiled. “Well let’s move down the line.” He looked at his left to Atiah.

“I’m Atiah Majok. I’m the son of Vincent Lim and Rank Three of the Top Five.” Atiah seemed much more formal and interested now that all the others were here. “I can control any string-like materials. Silk, thread, wires; even the thinnest of spider web.”

He turned to Manon, who looked more than excited to be at this big fancy dinner. “I’m Manon Naessens! And I’m the daughter of Vincent Lim. I can manipulate dreams and make hallucinations.” She turned to her dad to make sure she said it right and he nodded, giving her a smile of approval.

They all turned to the next person: Borislava. “I’m Borislava Volkov. Leader of the Entertainment Unit.” She said. “I have telepathy and telekinesis. So I can hear people’s thoughts as well as control inanimate objects.”

“Reese Carlin, Leader of the Medicinal Unit. I use kinetic, thermal, and electrical energy to speed up and enhance healing processes.”

“Einar Onesager, Leader of the Combat Unit and Rank One of the Top Five. I can slow down and speed up time around me, but I remain unaffected.”

“Shehani Indika. Rank Two of the Top Five.” Said the girl with the long curly hair which Felix recognized from the meeting with all the Top Five. “I can control blood.” Her explanation was short and sweet.

“I’m Hiraya Cortez, Rank Five of the Top Five.” Everyone in the Board Game Club (minus January, who was sitting beside her the entire time) blinked, evidently in shock at the sight of her, surprised to find that Felix had, indeed, not been lying. “I have perfect aim.” Hiraya said. “So I can hit any target I set.”

“Una Olearius, Rank Four out of the Top Five.” Una said with a smile. “All I can do is make clones.”

It was then back to the Board Game Club to introduce themselves, just like they had done thrice before in the club room. Everyone went, listing their names and powers, some sounding like they’d rather be doing anything else other than this.

Last but not least: “I’m Haven and I’m the Co-Founder of Paradise. Paradise is my own mind space, meaning I can monitor and choose basically everything that goes on around here.”

She looked back towards Vincent. “Now that introductions are over, let’s begin eating.” The lids of the dishes were lifted off, and a wonderful aroma filled the room. Each dish was overflowing with just about any and every food anyone could possibly want, all cooked to perfection. Felix’s mouth watered at the sight of it.

Before anyone could take anything, Vincent began to dish up the empty seat next to him. “This plate is to honour those who’ve helped make Paradise the society it is today, yet cannot be here.” He announced, continuing to dish it up with a million different exquisite foods. “I’d like to dedicate this plate specifically to my dear son Gunther.” He smiled at the Board Game Club once more. “I know how much he looked forward to this day.”

“If only things had gone a different way.” He said, placing the last bit of food on the plate and motioning for everyone to start on their own. Instantly everyone started to grab food, expensive silverware spooning up different delicacies and scraping against plates the only sound to be heard, as everyone silently enjoyed their delicious meals.

Felix bit into his, and although the food was absolute heaven, exploding with a million flavours unlike anything he had ever tasted, it couldn’t distract him from the one person that had tortured his dreams for weeks, the one person that despite spending every waking hour trying to forget, he couldn’t get out of his head. The one person that was missing from this dinner.

Gunther.

He looked up from his plate, to where Vincent was seated at the head of the table, eating his perfectly cooked and perfectly juicy steak. Felix couldn’t make himself speak, not yet, still too afraid. He wasn’t sure if it was because so many important powerful people were at the dinner, people he would not want to make a fool of himself in front of - or piss off. Or if it was the fact that finding out the truth of Gunther’s betrayal, finding out his reasoning behind murdering so many innocents, all without a care in the world, frankly kind of scared him. A part of him didn’t want to hear him out, wanted to stay clueless forever. Nothing changed either way, if he found out or if he didn’t. It wouldn’t bring back Gunther, wouldn’t erase what he did, wouldn’t make his life go back to the way it had been.

He could feel Akali pointedly glaring at him, instantly reading his thoughts, and silently begging him not to open his big mouth. To just shut up for once.

But Felix couldn’t. He had to know, even if it just hurt even more. He had to know why someone could do something like that, why someone could cause so much destruction, all whilst laughing at the damage. Why someone who had been his friend, who had, for the most part, been normal, could do that.

He cleared this throat. “Um…”

Everyone at the table whipped around, turning their heads to stare at him. He could feel all their eyes burning holes into him. Felix had never been more uncomfortable, or anxious, in his entire life. “Is it okay if I ask a question?” He asked, meeting Vincent’s gaze.

“Why, of course.” Vincent gave him a smile. Everyone else stared at him, completely stone-faced.

Felix was about two seconds from backing down, shutting up, and just muttering an apology before the question he’d been dying to ask finally slipped from his lips: “Um, do you know why Gunther uh… attacked the school?”

The whole table was absolutely silent for a moment, just staring at him with unreadable expressions, before Atiah loudly scoffed. “Were you not listening to that entire speech he gave?”

Felix recalled Gunther’s so-called “speech” like it was only yesterday - although, to him it had more sounded like deranged rambling. He’d spent hours every day trying to decipher what he could have possibly meant, how anything had made any sense to him. But even after weeks, playing Gunther’s words over and over in his head, trying to figure out if there was some hidden meaning behind them, Felix still didn’t have a clue. “Uh, yeah…” He mumbled, feeling like an absolute idiot in front of the entire Paradise Board. “I still don’t really understand why he did it.”

“He was yappin’ about freedom so much and the message still went through one year and out the other, didn’t it?”

Felix went bright red. He couldn’t even try and defend himself, the words that may have once been shot back without a care, hot and angry, dying on his tongue. He stared down at the table again, feeling more embarrassed than ever, everyone’s eyes not leaving his face. He wanted to shout back about how they were going to get their freedom, how they had been a mere day from finally getting to live perfect, normal lives before Gunther had betrayed them. How he was supposed to get everything he had ever wanted as soon as January hacked their files; but nothing came out. “Now, now, Atiah, be nice to our guest. They’ve only been here for a day or two so this place must really look like Paradise to them.” Vincent smiled at Atiah before turning back to the Board Game Club.

“Now let me ask you all, what does freedom mean to you?” He leaned forwards, eyes still on them. Felix didn’t dare to speak up, and neither did any of the other Board Game Club members, who all looked like they were just wishing Felix had kept his mouth shut.

“In a literal sense, it’s the ability to speak, think, and do whatever you please without restriction.” Vincent continued. “While the term freedom holds a singular meaning, the way we attain and feel it can look different for everyone. For example, although I may be completely free and comfortable here, who’s to say any of you feel the same way?” He smiled once again, his gaze flickering to the right side of the table, where Kuali’i, Wilder, and Winola all sat.

“Do you think it was easy to get to my position?” His tone changed into something more eerie.

“The main point is, to obtain freedom you have to make sacrifices. For Gunther that sacrifice was the Board Game Club.”

“Were you told much about what happened in the outside world during your time in hiding?” Vincent asked. Everyone shook their heads. During their time at Chumps Jr. they had been practically clueless, relying on only Maddox’s Grandpa R as a way to find any news on what was going on. The most Felix had heard while he was awake was that there had been a large rise in Diole attacks, specifically on GDEO warehouses that would be distributing the vaccine, but nothing more. Most days all he could do was stare at the window and watch the snow fall down onto the empty street, trying to pretend he was back at home.

“Well, the world is in a bit of an uproar right now.” Vincent laughed. “It’s been a good three months and still no Diole vaccine.” He hummed. “And I know that was what your guy’s main concern was.” He looked at January. “You all thought you would’ve been fine if your leader here just hacked your files and changed your data. Which, yes, you guys would have. But did you ever think of what would happen to all the other Dioles in the world?”

“The difference between you guys and Gunther is that he wasn’t selfish.” His gaze hardened just slightly. “I doubt any of you even pondered the thought of what would happen to other Dioles as long as you and the ones you cared about were safe. Never thought of the guilt or emptiness that would fill you watching countless people like you die in front of your very own eyes. And the whole time knowing you survived out of pure luck.” He paused for a moment, letting his words truly sink in.

“But unlike you, Gunther thought of all those things. They plagued his thoughts every night.” His eyes softened again and he chuckled. “He always was soft.”

Felix had to choke back his utter shock at that sentence. Soft was never a word he would use to describe Gunther. Felix was pretty sure he was the complete opposite.

“He was even so soft when fighting you.” Vincent smiled, laughing again. “He could’ve killed you all right then and there but he just kept throwing you around and shielding himself from your attacks.” He turned to Felix, light purple eyes locking with his brown ones. “Tell me, why do you think Gunther didn’t crush you in a second?”

“Um…” Felix faltered. He was completely speechless.

“The answer is simple,” Vincent gave him a small smile. “He couldn’t bring himself to do it.”

He couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Felix had thought back to that moment about a hundred times, could still feel Gunther’s claws wrapping around him, squeezing slowly, as pain exploded through every single muscle, every single bone. And Gunther just grinning at him, ignoring his screams and sobs, ignoring his pleas to please, please let go. He had thought back to every conversation with Gunther, had wondered how someone could be smiling and laughing with him, not a care in the world, and then try to kill him without a second thought only days later. He had never once framed the question that way, had never once thought of Gunther as being merciful.

“You think he just let go of the two hostages he was holding? You think he couldn’t have easily killed Avil who was the only one doing anything to him? You think he didn’t see the mountain of rubble flying over him?” Vincent asked. “And you know what happened in the end? All of you escaped with injuries that didn’t kill you. And the only one of you who didn’t make it was killed by a human.” He sneered the last word.

“Gunther would willingly give his own life in exchange for those he cared about. He’s always been like that.” He smiled and laughed.

“I remember when I first found him, he was shaking with the most fearful expression I’ve ever seen.” He said. Haven smiled, the memory flooding back for her as well. “Even though his eyes were as wide as saucers and his body trembled he still refused to cry or make a sound.” She added. “He always wanted to appear tough.”

“Ah, let’s save those stories for another time.” Vincent said. “My food will get cold before I even get through his full childhood.” Everyone turned their attention back to their plates, going back to eating in silence.

It didn’t taste good anymore.

After several excruciatingly long moments, Felix feeling about a million times worse as he tried to choke down his dinner, Una broke the silence. “So guys, how’s the pre-training going?” He asked with a smile, looking at Winola and Felix.

“It’s fine.” Winola mumbled, not bringing her eyes up from where they were fixed onto the table.

“Oh that’s right, you two are representatives.” Vincent smiled. “Maybe I’ll partake in training someone this time.”

All the Paradise Board slowly turned, staring at him in complete shock. “All your trainees die.” Haven said, which made Vincent laugh.

“Guess I’ll have to find someone who can handle it then.” He chuckled.

“I’m sure some of them wouldn’t mind.”

“Representatives always go quite far though. Shehani and Una used to be representatives.” Einar added, trying not to scare the Board Game Club with the thought of training to death. “Shehani was my own representative.”

“And Gunther trained me.” Una said with a grin. Felix looked up at them in shock and horror, still reeling from the news about Gunther’s sacrifice. He wasn’t sure if he could take much more of this dinner. He really wished he could have been anywhere but here right now, wished he didn’t have to be surrounded by Gunther’s friends and family, surrounded by constant reminders of him.

He should have never asked about him.

“His training sure was intense. No wonder he never wanted to train with you guys!” Una continued, unfazed by the looks he was getting, his energy completely different from the rest of the table (minus Atiah, who evidently found this hilarious).

“But if you complete the workouts then you should be fine.” Einar added again, trying to make training seem less frightening.

The rest of the dinner passed by fairly quickly, everyone eating in high spirits and talking happily about different topics, but everything was just a blur to Felix. He couldn’t get his mind off of Gunther. He didn’t know what to think of him anymore. Vincent had spoken of his betrayal as if it was the opposite: a huge heroic sacrifice, made for the freedom of all Dioles, and the Board Game Club. He had called him “soft”. Yet he couldn’t stop thinking about how he was supposedly so “soft” as he murdered hundreds of innocent people, innocent children, all in cold blood. How he obliterated Adelio’s arm, how he laughed while crushing Bliss. How his very best friend, the kindest person Felix had ever met, who had nothing but pure love for everyone, was in the hospital at this very moment, all because of Gunther.

Maybe he was being selfish. Maybe he was supposedly “wrong” for joining the Board Game Club, for not caring about what would happen to the rest of the Dioles as a whole. Maybe Gunther’s death was supposedly “heroic”. But Felix knew that what he did, hurting people like that, people who had not done anything, people that he had called his friends, Felix knew that was wrong. Gunther couldn’t have been right. He wasn’t right. He didn’t care what Vincent believed.

He would never forgive him.

“Well I’m stuffed. Let’s head back to the main lobby, shall we?” Vincent dabbed his mouth with a napkin and stood up, everyone following his lead and pushing in their chairs as he led them down the hall back to the big ballroom.

“This was Gunther’s first guitar.” He pointed to a little guitar hung up on the wall. “I remember stealing that like it was yesterday.” He laughed. There were a lot of cutely drawn family photos on the walls, all varying in skill. Drawings and portraits of Vincent, Haven, Gunther, Atiah, and Manon plastered over the place, some pictures appearing to be newer than others. Felix stared at his feet, trying to ignore the guilt that was bubbling to the surface seeing Gunther’s grinning face again, and the hate he felt towards himself for even feeling guilty.

Vincent stopped, bringing the group to another portrait, which was much larger than the others. Felix glanced at it, noticing the person in the middle of it looked very familiar.

It was the very same lady whose face was plastered all over the walls at January’s mansion.

“That’s my cousin, Olivia.” Vincent said, and Felix’s jaw dropped to the floor. “So that means January’s part of the family too.” He gave January a big grin and he smiled back. “We’ll have to get your portrait up here soon.” January could not look more pleased.

They reached the ballroom. As soon as Vincent was spotted by everyone they all started cheering and flooding over. “Aw, that’s my cue to go. Come find me if you guys need anything or want to talk!” Vincent was whisked away, leaving Felix to try and wrap his head around what everything that had just happened.

#dioles tag #ocs: The Board Game Club #oc: Vincent #oc: Atiah #oc: Manon #oc: Borislava #oc: Reese #oc: Einar #oc: Shehani #oc: Hiraya #oc: Una #oc: Haven #oc: Olivia #there’s too many characters in this story 💀 #my ocs #ocs #oc fic

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That's how I have my desktop set up; the finale shot from FFXIV: Endwalker, and the "Flow" music video final image. Lock screens and wallpapers for my tablet and phone tend to be commissioned art of my OCs.

The last song you listened to: According to Spotify, it woulda been "Moon" by Gabriela Robin on my Discover Weekly list…but I don't really recall hearing most of the songs on there this week, TBH. I was listening while working so the last one to catch my attention was Alex Moukala's Lofi HipHop Remix of "Mortal Instants" from FFXIV.

Currently Reading: Started on William Joyce's Jack Frost: The End of the Beginning from the Guardians of Childhood series. Having caught up on The Locked Tomb and Critical Role's Kith & Kin, a good preteen fantasy series as a light snack before jumping into another adult novel or series is nice.

Last Movie: I legit don't remember. I want to say I watched something recently, but maybe not since my rewatch of Willow.

Craving: usually something sweet and chocolatey

What are you wearing right now: baggy bue-gray tshirt, black yoga pants, some Critical Role socks.

How tall are you: 5'6"

Piercings: Just regular single piercings in my ears.

Tattoos: None; nothing really's jumped at me to get, either.

Glasses? Contacts?: Glasses. I can't stand things touching my eyeballs. I can't even do eyeliner cuz the idea of the pencil that close freaks me out.

Last drink: I have ice water on my desk.

Last show: Star Trek: Picard

Last thing you ate: chocolate ice cream, after having spaghetti and meatballs for dinner (wrote this in the evening, queue'd for morning).

Favourite colour: blues.

Current obsession: Nothing really at the moment.

Unrelated Obsession: Nada. Part of my restlessness right now, really, is waiting on some things, or being in a habit with others, waiting for my brain to catch on something.

Any pets: My tabby cat, Chel. Also known as Chellybean, or Chelcifer. Depending if she's being cute-dumb or cute-naughty. We lost our big boy Rory recently, but roommate's been approved to bring home a new rescue kitty so we'll have another one scampering about soonish.

Do you have a crush on anyone: Not really. Maybe a slight aesthetic girl crush on CR's Dani Carr, but who doesn't, really?

Favourite fictional character: No you can't make me choose.

The last place you traveled: Uh. Heck. Outside of the city I live in, I think it mighta been to Pennsylvania for a cousin's wedding about a year and a half ago.

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[possibilistfanfiction]

I'm more annoyed that privileged players didn't speak up on Christen's behalf when her complaints were swept under the rug. I'm positive that all the players in the NWSL and the National Team knew about the abuse and mistreatment of Christen and other players. If a privileged player like Alex Morgan had spoken up, there would've been an uproar, immediate firing of the abuser, and change would've happened much sooner.

i mean i see ur point but tbh this is way way off the mark for me. facts first, we have no idea if cp ever wanted ANY of this to be public, let alone which teammates she told in 2014 & subsequently in 2018; i guarantee that she & tobin, another high profile white player, had a ton of convos abt this which i trust were very loving & supportive & tobin never said a word. we have absolutely no idea what role press wanted any of her teammates to play, & the fact that she herself never came forward publicly with any of this until last year is very telling. beyond that, it shouldn’t require a(n even more) famous teammate saying she believes you for the people who are supposed to protect you to do something.

which brings me to the MUCH bigger point in that it’s 100% the fault of the coaches & everyone who protected them. people in power, especially men, who abuse it are the people i’m angry at. women, even those with say & influence like alex, feeling scared or not speaking out is, imo, kind of a misdirection of anger. tobin didn’t speak out either, & there is quite literally no one closer on the uswnt or in the world to cp than her (lol but u know). uswnt players on crs as the report notes also did corroborate what cp said abt rory.

so yah i mean i’m basically choosing to place blame on the systems that perpetuate deep harm, & the men, tbh, who did that harm. for women’s sport to change & for sport itself to change, the mentality of those in power has to shift deeply. i’ve worked w ussf & usys in the past year & at an upper level it hasn’t really changed much, even after the 2021 athletic report. i’m curious to see how they/if actually respond to this

& i think i just mean at a deeper level it’s pretty simple to connect the lack of bodily autonomy + subsequent abuse in us womens sport, especially soccer (overall an extremely privileged space to gain entry to, both domestically & globally) with, like at a surface level, what’s happening w spain’s nt. but beyond that, of course it’s about women & dfab ppl having say over their bodies — what we wear; how we move; who we want, & don’t want, to touch us; how we deserve to be spoken to; the spaces we go to for work, or school, or to have fun — that’s what’s at stake, & those are the things that continue to be harmed.

globally the issues are on an even more violent & terrifying scale, if you look at iran, india, even roe being overturned in the us — it isn’t safe to be anything but a cis man, anywhere. there’s 100% more that we could all be doing, & players like alex, players like tobin, can & probably should speak out more. but the issue isn’t individual women speaking out, or being believed or not being believed. it’s a system of white supremacy that deeply & violently continues to harm women & dfab ppl everywhere, in horrendously awful ways, that is making me angry & sad. to see it laid out in 172 pages, & to know a player (& person) i rly admire played basically in hell for like five years is deeply disheartening, obviously.

but i think the more we focus on the systemic issues & like, honestly, bringing in the questions of: ‘what does abolition look like? what does justice — transformative & restorative — look like?’ to sport, just like we do to our own politic, to communal care around covid, to disability justice, queer spaces, international solidarity & radical movements, etc — that’s the only way real change will happen. i care much less about one coach being fired — men, under this violent system of patriarchy & white supremacy, will always feel entitled to women’s bodies, to women’s lives. we see it everywhere, all the time; we see it on the streets in iran & we see it on the biggest stages in pro sports. one coach being fired, or one uproar even, doesn’t do anything to shift entire systems, ways of thought, & ecosystems of healing: even after complaints into 2021, lisa baird was still trying to make sure riley didn’t quit!!

so anyway, sure, alex, pinoe, becky, kelley, tobin — any of those players could & possibly should have spoken up in support. but i have no idea what conversations they as a collective had, or individually had with christen. it seems to me pretty futile to hold any deep anger with individual players & not with those in positions of power that, for at least 20 years in pro leagues in the us, have perpetuated abuse and/or protected abusers. & in terms of global solidarity, this isn’t at all a different fight. i do think, as one of my deepest core beliefs, that we protect us — because it’s clear that those in power won’t. but that responsibility, space, & ability looks different for a lot of people. i’m angry with people who blatantly disregard & continue to perpetuate harm, especially in this situation

anyway here’s charli loafing about in her new puppy couch (memory foam), keeping us all sane

[friendly-jester]

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[futuristicmentalitynerd]

So what's with CP Tobin and Steph McCaffrey? Her and CP played to together at CRS and she was on some of the USWNT with CP and Tobs and posts with CP are still on McCaffrey's IG but CP Tobin and McCaffrey never once made eye contact. It was like they totally avoided each other. I know you prolly don't know but can you post this ask to see if anybody knows?

You are right. I do not "know" what happened. It is kinda known that they are now not tight but why I don't know. It could have been personal. It could have been Rory Dames related. Or Christen wanting out of CRS. There was a lot of shady shit that went on in Chicago around Dames and that asshole owner and Christen wanting to leave. I do recall that there was a running joke about the Queen never following McCaffrey on social media - ig or twitter but I do not think that had anything to do with anything it was just a very funny open running joke since they spent a good deal of time together socially. So I really don't know. Plus to be fair we did not see if they interacted that night. All we saw was the walk up to the stage and the walk off. Who knows they could have been having a great time yucking it up earlier or at the after party. We don't know. Interesting that you noticed what you noticed though.

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[morwap]

yess okay so my personal favorite thing that happend was Erika and Rory and my friend from my cr that I scripted In I'll call her Marie we went to ice skating at the place i work at and Erika fell and got mad and left and Marie was doing tricks and rory attempted one and he like fr sliced some little kids arm with an ice skate and I work at the ice skating rink so I have to clean it up and as I was cleaning up Marie was freaking out cause she's scared of blood and Rory felt bad that night like he was so upset about it I got to like make him little spoon cause it's traditon for us to cuddle and watch a movie on saterday nights and it was great - 💚

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ABGSHSH NOT HIM SLICING SOME KIDS ARM

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[cloudbattrolls]

Reblogging All We Rotten also makes me want to flesh out Rivali’s new cavern, especially since they’re about to turn up in CoO but also in general.

Maybe some day I can get some more CR for them that sticks, Rivali is very cursed in terms of being able to keep character relationships because every significant relationship they’ve had except those with Rhy and Rory’s OCs has either fizzled or gone sideways.

Granted they’re not the most likable of OCs, even after their character development, but at least now they’re generally civil and their hemoloyalty is so fucking dead. This bitch used to be intimidated by anyone higher caste and condescending to lower ones. Now they barely care at all.

[colony22graphics]

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[erysimum-immortalem]

Ok but the legend of vox machina is literally insane. Imagine you and some buddies get together to play some dnd, and a couple of years later, your npcs are being played by crowley, the hound, and rosa diaz

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