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sporadically-writing · 1 year

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hello :) *loved* the campaign 2 hcs you did. could you right a really fluffy vax'ildan x reader? thank you very much, I love your writing :))

This one got a little angsty, apologies

Stargazing

Pairing: Vax'ildan x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Vague allusions to mortal danger

Word Count: 520

It had been a long day. A very, very long day for Vox Machina. The whole troupe was ready for a much needed rest. You, however, had decided that you needed a bit of fresh air before you settled into your room for the night.

You found a quiet way up to the roof of the inn you were staying at, finding a place to sit and watch the stars. You let yourself breathe a little easier now that you were up here. The party was fine, you were fine. Your family was safe, that's what mattered.

The beast had caught you all by surprise on your journey home. You all had faced much worse in your travels, but you were unaware this time. It might not have been too dangerous a creature but your unpreparedness was the thing's greatest weapon. You don't know what would have happened if Pike wasn't...

Breathe. It's okay. You're okay.

You look back up, watching the stars as they pass by.

"There you are." Vax'ildan's voice catches you by surprise and you nearly fall forward, if it was not for his speed. "Woah! Woah. Don't worry, you're okay. I've got you."

"Vax! You can't sneak up on me like that!"

"Well, it seems like I can."

"You know what I mean" you huff.

"Yeah, I know. Sorry" he says sheepishly as he helps you back into your previous seating position.

He sits down quietly beside you, looking up at the stars. Then nervously back at you. Lucky for him, you are more focused on breathing and staring at the sky to notice.

Finally, when he finds his words again, he softly says, "You know I was worried about you... You've been quiet all day."

"I wonder why" you respond.

"I'm really glad Pike was here" he says next. It is clear by his tone of voice that he has no idea how to navigate the conversation he's started. It's sweet that he's trying to help but he's not doing that great a job of it. But you can't blame him, who could? What can you possibly say to your love on a day you almost lost them? You imagine yourself being much the same if your positions were reversed.

"Another debt to add to her pile" you joke, though it doesn't really sound like one. Vax chuckles softly anyway.

Vax reaches forward and holds your hand, soft smile playing on his face. "Thank you," he says.

"For what?"

He kisses your hand, "For sharing this moment, and many others with me." He moves your hand, holding it over his chest. You can faintly feel his heartbeat through it. "I love you" he says.

You smile, leaning over to rest you head on his shoulder. The two of you spend another hour like that, just enjoying each other's company, enjoying the fact that the both of you are still there, and watching the night sky.

Eventually you fall asleep and Vax makes sure he gets you safely in a bed, snuggling in after you. You were okay, he was okay. Everything was as it should be.

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hymn-of-muse · 1 year

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With Your Permission

A Percy De Rolo x Reader, Featuring Vax'ildan as your brother!

requested by the amazing @syth-de-rolo

"It'll be fine." Taking a deep breath, Percy did his best to convince himself things would go well, keeping his composure. But in truth, he was a nervous wreck.

It was super simple, it should be easy, he went over what he'd say a million times, but still he was almost sure it wouldnt go how he'd thought.

Standing outside Vax'ildan's room, he took one more deep breath, raising his hand and lightly knocking on the door. At this point it was clear to the party how much you and percy loved each other, even more so obvious to your brother, who'd already opened the door before percy could even finish knocking.

"Ah-Hello four eyes, did you need something?" he asked, chuckling a bit at the fact that they surprised each other.

"yes-" percy cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses, a bit out of nervous habit at this point. "i wanted to ask you something, its a bit important, if you dont mind me taking up a bit of your time."

Vax's eyes shifted past percy, over his shoulder towards...Keyleth's room, before he shrugged and stepped aside with a nod to let percy inside. "alright then, freddy, what is it?" he asked, still using nicknames.

"well..." percy started, stepping into vax's room and going over the question in his head once more as the door shut behind him. "you see...I'm thinking of asking (name) to marry me-"

a noise came from vax, almost like he had nearly just choked on air. "wait wait, youre what?" he asked, a bit surprised by the sudden announcement of percy planning to propose to his sibling. "dont you think vex would be better to speak to for advice on things like that?"

"well no, you two are closer. and its not exactly advice im looking for. Vax'ildan, I'm asking for your blessing to marry them." Percy clarified, already feeling embarrassment rise up as his face got a little pink. "if its alright...With your permission-" he tried to reiterate or rephrase what he said but stumbled over his words.

"I got it Percy." Vax stopped him. "I honestly should have expected that to come from you, but you still managed to catch me off guard." he chuckled.

vax making the moment a bit more light hearted somehow did not ease percy's anxiousness over things. "right well...i just wanted to be sure everything was alright with you, seeing as youre siblings and very close at that, and i value your opinion." he started rambling again.

"Percival." Vax stopped him again. "You don't need my permission to marry my sibling, you both make each other very happy, they love you, anyone with eyes can see that. So of course i'm alright with it, my friend and my sibling getting married is more than fine by me."

Percy let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding this whole time. "thank you."

"of course." he placed a hand on percy's shoulder, his face going from a smile to a more serious look that immediately brought back percy's nervousness. "but know that if you hurt them, de rolo, i will hunt you down and make your life hell." like a flip of a switch vax's smile was back. "not that you'll need to worry about that, you make them very happy, i'm sure they'll be overjoyed at your proposal."

"you really think so? I'm not even sure they'll say yes." percy admitted, ignoring the threat he just got from Vax a mere second ago.

"Well I am, i know they love you. especially with all those looks you both keep giving each other when you think none of us are looking." he teased, nudging percy's arm with his shoulder, successfully embarrassing the gunslinger.

"yes we...thank you Vax'ildan." percy gave a small smile. "I'll stop taking up your time and let you get back to trying to sneak into Keyleth's room." he teased back as he headed out, leaving vax-who thought he was being smooth-flustered and stammering to try and come up with an excuse.

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brenbrennn · 1 year

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𝘈 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ~ . . . ➔

Summary: A new companionship seemed to have been made with these colorful assholes ( when has that not happened? ) After dealing with the weird discovery that was the person who killed their beloved friend Bertrand , the group NEEDED to rest their weary bones. Which caused a game of ‘What the fuck is up with that?’ to happen. In where Ashton takes a deep dive back through some old memories , that they had buried deep once before. Authors Note: OHMYGOD I- HELLO?? I've missed you guys so much! Good news , Ive been catching up on Bells Hells. Everythings so much fun , I wanted to update yall. Ever since watching episode 6 , something in me needed to get out this idea. I hope you all love some bittersweet Ashton , cause I sure do. Enjoy enjoy!! ‹3 The spire by fire , what a nice way to truly unwind. With the place having a lot of space and plenty of levels , they were able to find a nice seat upstairs. At this time the place wasn't packed , except maybe one or two people. Gladly they weren't loud either , everything was just right. It wasn't really lively at all , and the loud music from downstairs was more quieter up there. Gladly , the group was brought the drinks they ordered. The barkeep even giving a nice warm compliment about staying around Ashton. Right when the drinks were sat down , Ashton introduced a game. ‘What the fuck is up with that?’ , was the name of it. It was a pretty easy game just by the rules. They went on , answering any questions the others had in mind. “Any stipulations with the drinking?” , “Do we drink even if when we ask the questions?” so on and so on. The game seemingly started off nicely , getting to know more about the blue bards background with his status. After everyone made their rolls , it was Fearnes turn to ask Ashton a question. Fearne going head on , asked a question that could be seen as a touchy subject. But hey , any question is welcomed when playing so . . . why not. “This is just a very simple question… have you ever been in love before?”

They rolled it off , helping Fearne finish it off with “You have to end it with-” Fearne was just getting there “what the…” Before Ashton finished off the though with “What the fuck is up with that?” As Fearne said those magic words , Ashton took a chuckle. “That is so good . . . have I ever been in love before?” They respond with as they picked at their cheek. That feeling at least he thought , was seemingly felt once before. Before everything , before this odd alliance was created between them and these strangers. The thoughts were blurry but came back just nicely , like an almost mini smack in the face. They kept on pondering before speaking up once again , “You know I dont know?” The chaos filled druid gave a polite nod - agreeing with what they said with a “Fair.” As letters and Imogen butted in , Ashton kept on thinking about those days with you. He still looks fondly back on the nobodies , even withs the downs. Everyone was always close with another , but you and Ashton were a whole thing. Seemingly it was like you both just clicked. A friendship that could never break. Ashton spoke up again once more , “I thought I was inlove before but I dont know if I ever actually was.” Fearne replied again , “ Would you care to elaborate?” Those feelings around you were odd feelings. The warmness in their cheeks when you both were stuck together on jobs. How easy it was to talk to you about certain things. How their day would bright up just a little more when seeing you first every morning. They could never place what you were to them. A friend … more than one? Gods , it was all so soo confusing. The two of you just bounced off each other , and they cherished that with you. The night of the robbery was one like no other , and not in a good way. Aches and pains filled their body laying on that cold ground. It was all blurry after that point. They only remembered glimpses and anything you or Milo could fill them in on. He wasn't really that angry or against the other nobodies running off. You sat by their side the whole time , cracking small jokes about how you couldn't fathom losing them. Which just made those deeply brewing thoughts MORE confusing. They were able to lay low for a while , able to evade Jiana. But at a point she found them. They accepted doing work for her to pay off their debt , seeing it as the rightful thing to do. What surprised them a lot was you , extending a hand out to help. You swore up and down to that woman you’d do anything to help , you were one to cause damage. She didnt see any harm , now you and Ashton both worked under her. They wanted to pay you back one way or another , you didnt have to do this? Why were you doing this for them? But one night , your explanation solidified everything. “Its simple , nobodies help one another. I’d never leave a friend hanging.” Back to the present , right when Fearne and Imogen were talking it out Ashton finished his long thought. “I thought I was in love before , but I dont know if I ever actually was.” Fearne of course was more curious so she spoke “Care to elaborate?” “Sometimes it is very to misconstrue friendship for love , lust for love , its very amorphous. I've had a hard time of defining it to begin with and these only really a couple situations where it might've even applied.” You were one of those situations , and the biggest ones to hit them. “That makes a lot of sense to me.” Fearne agreed. For a while Ashton was clearly on cloud nine. Milo could clearly tell that their signature smirk was coming more out from its little lock box. Nothing though stays perfect for a while , which is what Ashton seemed to forget. While you were paying off your debt , you took on a job. An easy looking one , having to just investigate some grounds. A couple mages of high class went missing out there. It was up to you to maybe see if you could find some sort of sign of them maybe , since with such high class they also had a lot of debts themselves. You…. you dont remember a lot about that job you took on. For the weeks after that you became more shut in , and with yourself. Ashton and Milo being your friends , and people you lived with got concerned. They got concerned really fast after Ashton clocked the dark veins crawling up your arms. Your skin started to slowly purple , and you grew to look sickly. Ashton and Milo both tried to reach out and ask if you were alright. Ashton was clearly getting fed up with how dodgy you were. This wasn't like you at all?! One night Ashton was getting home from a late night job , weird when they walked by you were … gone? Your room wasn't tossed or nothing , it was just empty. It was all the same when you were in there that morning. Ashton didnt think about it at all , maybe you were out getting work or something. They didnt wanna blow off the hinges so soon out of panic. That was slowly coming around after not seeing you around the crook house for days. Ashton was panicked , but also angry. How could you be so stupid?! Running off , leaving without saying anything , they could have helped?! Gritting their teeth , in the faintly lit lantern spire streets they felt a hand on their shoulder. “Come on - we’ve looked enough tonight.” Milo tried to guide them to just take a rest. They’ve been searching far and back for you , and not just that night. “Yeah … your right.” They gruffly replied , a worn look gracing their features. Not riled , or ready - they were so tired. Milo hadn't ever really seen them ever like this with the time they’ve been friends. FCG questioned Ashton , “Do you ever think about this person or persons?” Ashton , drink in hand thought about it again. “Not really. On occasion , but not really.” Laudna wanting to get in on this asked another question as well. “How long ago was this?” They took a quick sip , “Ten years give or take.” Thinking about it , they did really miss you. I mean why not , you were a wonderful person especially to have around them. To this day they’re still surprised with the amount of bullshit you kept up with from them. If they could find out why you left , they would. Now though it was pointless. But you were one helluva a great friend… and they would never deny that. Not for the world.

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taste-of-the-divine · 1 year

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ꕤ | Love Languages | TLOVM Headcannon

— VOX MACHINA : TLOVM x gn!reader

✩ 𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙊: headcannon, 623 words little wholesome headcannon about each character’s receiving love language!

vex’halia — you would have never guessed at first, but she’s enjoys physical touch quite a lot. elbow grazes, playing with each others hair, fixing clothing— vex’halia uses whatever excuse she can to put her fingers on you. she needs that reassurance, sometimes, that you’re there. soft kisses from her usually find their way from your lips to your neck, and she loves it when you return the favor with some teeth.

keyleth — you realize quickly that she seems particularly responsive to compliments, praise, and verbal affirmations. the response is usually a deep blush over her freckled face that you love so much. she looks adorable like that, so once in a while you pull her by the shoulders into your heat and whisper “atta girl, that’s right. you make me proud,” just to see her absolutely melt into you bubbling with incoherent sounds of flustered embarrassment.

vax’ildan — like his sister, he appreciates physical touch quite a bit. he’s enjoys brief touches though, as he’s not one for long periods of hugging or hand holding. but he enjoys the little kisses you give him as you walk by, and the way your hands squeeze his shoulders when he’s anxious. he particularly loves the feeling of your nails on any part of his body, though— you’ve learned that slow scratches in the right places are enough to keep him seated or laying around you for an extended while. you like to keep him in bed with you on lazy mornings with this technique.

scanlan — scanlan really enjoys quality time, actually. he likes to take you places, on dates and things, to show you new sights or to sing a song for you. he likes hanging out with you alone as much as he likes hanging out with you with everyone else, but he thrives off your attention. his heart swells when you sing along to his songs, almost as if you know them by heart, and he’s also written you countless ballads that he sings or hums to you every time he gets.

grog — grog is also pretty big on physical touch, but he’s huge on gifts. he keeps any little trinket or gift you give him in a little pouch that hangs by his waist, hoarding them until it gets too heavy sometimes and he has to leave a few home for safekeeping. then, he spends a whole day deciding which to leave home because they’re all so precious to him because they’re from you, and he wants to keep them with him all the time. it takes a few bear hugs and reminders that you’ll always be right next to him to give him more gifts before he can relax.

pike — pike is an acts of service kind of gal— she notices and is subtly appreciative of your love. you fold her clothes and leave it at the edge of the bed once, and after saying a thank you, she walked into the kitchen to make you a cup of your favorite tea or coffee. another time you cleaned her everlight shrine, and she was beaming for days after, boasting happily about the comfortable space and claiming that her connection with the everlight was stronger than ever.

percy — percy enjoys quality time a lot, particularly so he could still do work in his workshop. often times, you’d be in the room sitting somewhere with him in his peripheral as you read a book. besides the sounds of clinking metal as he tools with his pepper box, it’s quiet— quiet and peaceful. but he likes to be able to look up and see you there, oftentimes. your presence calms him whenever he felt the pull of orthrax.

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theawkwardwriter12 · 2 years

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The Fall

Ashton x Aasimar!Reader Angst

Critical Role C3E38 Spoilers!

Word Count: 1,478

This was supposed to be a simple errand. None of this was supposed to happen. That’s what Ashton thought as he watched you, the person he loved, have a sword plunged through your chest. The light in your eyes faded as your body began to slide off the bloodied blade. You were hovering over the drop in between the spires of Jrusar, and if you weren’t already dead, that would certainly kill you.

Ashton had taken most of the hits in trying to protect you against Otahan Thull. That foul woman had already taken three of his friends before and recently Lord Eshteross. He didn’t think she’d still be in the city. A foolish notion, of course she would still be there. He just didn’t expect to find her on one of the lifts when he was with you. You two were only going to get rooms for the night at the Spire by Fire. Otahan had killed three of them on her own with all eight of them present, with just the two of you, what hope could you have to defeat her?

Ashton was knocked down onto his side underneath Thull, reeling in pain from all the blows. He watched in horror as your body eventually fell off the sword. In that moment, the images, the pain of that night he fell through Jiana Hexum’s window flooded into his mind. Not again. He’s not letting you go through the same thing.

He lunged forward toward the edge, grabbing hold of your wrist. Just as he was about to lose balance, Otahan took the opportunity to shove him off. Panic set in immediately as he was being pushed out, but instinct kicked in and he clamped his free hand onto the ledge of the lift. A jolt of pain wracked through his already aching body and he let out a loud groan.

Otahan, amused, chuckled at the desperate attempt to hold on, “How pitiful. Luckily, you two weren’t the ones I’m interested in. I’ll let gravity and your weakness take care of the rest.” Her form vanished in a whisp of red, leaving them dangling above the bottom of the spires.

Pain. Panic. Focus, Ashton. He peered down at the drop below, but that didn’t affect him as much as seeing your lifeless body hanging in his grasp. No, not lifeless. That couldn’t be right. It can’t be.

He let out another cry as the searing pain worsened as he strained against gravity itself. This wasn’t going to be the end of you both. Not again for him and not for you. Struggling immensely, he tried to lift you up. But his body wouldn’t let him, the pain was overwhelming. That wasn’t going to stop him. You had to be ok. He had to keep you safe.

Momentum. He began to sway your body to gain enough momentum to swing you onto the lift. He wasn’t strong enough to pull you up, there was no way he was pulling himself with you. But he wasn’t important, you were. You first. You would always be his priority.

With Ashton’s swinging, the already leaning lift began to bob up and down, creating more tension to already previously damaged cable hooks from the fight earlier. The pain intensified with every movement, but he couldn’t let go. Not yet. The muscles in his arm pulled taut as he raged, sparks flying from the hole in his head and the air around him became heavy. Gravity. Great.

At that moment, the concentrated weight and movement caused a hook to snap. The entire lift tilted to the one side and Ashton’s grip on the ledge began to slip. He could feel the lift being drawn in his direction, causing even more tension against the last hook. That was going to break and there was nothing he could do. He wasn’t magical like a lot of his other friends, he was purely physical. All he had was his body and that was failing him.

The memories, as fuzzy as they were at times, once again forced themselves to the forefront of his mind. That fall. That fall that changed his life forever. For the better? Didn’t feel like it. It was awful, all the time. And now he was here all over again, this time he was much higher up. At least he wasn’t alone. No, that made it worse. He looked down again at you. He loved you so much and he couldn’t believe this was happening to you. Him? Sure, he has the worst luck for getting into situations like this, not you.

But, there wasn’t anything he could do. The damage was done and his grip continued to falter. You became heavier and heavier in his other hand, soon he wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer. The pain, once again, tore into his body causing him to scream against it. It was too much. He swore under his breath and dropped his rage.

“I’m sorry.”

With those words, Ashton let go. Quickly he tugged your arm, slamming your body into his as he tightly wrapped his arms around you. As you careened into the valley below, Ashton did his best to cover as much of your body with his own, hoping to break the fall for you as much as possible. Would it work? He didn’t know, but he had to try. Even if it didn’t, at least he would die alongside you. And he felt content with that. Better than content. Because after knowing you, loving you, there was no world he wanted to live in without you. “I love you.”

Ashton buried his face into your head as he braced for impact, not wanting to watch as it happened. He could feel your speed increase the farther you fell, but that was surprisingly interrupted and his body jolted from the sudden change in velocity. Slowly he lifted his head to see you barely conscious, your angelic wings sprouted from your back. Your arms gripped him tightly as you struggled to fly, straining against the intense gravity. Desperately trying to lessen the inevitable impact, you glided for as long as you could until exhaustion took over and you resumed plummeting.

Darkness. Pain. That’s all Ashton felt as you hit the ground below. Strange...he felt it? That was a good sign, right? He must be alive. But were you alive? He tried to move and couldn’t. Everything burned with searing agony and his eyes refused to open. Maybe he wasn’t alive afterall. Maybe this was what actual hell felt like.

He laid there for what felt like hours before the pain subsided enough for him to open his eyes. He wasn’t dead, but he wished he was. Your broken and bloody form sprawled before him across the ground. Adrenaline filled every inch of his body as the pain faded to a dull ache. He crawled over to you, unable to use his right arm that was definitely broken. Other bones were probably broken as well, he didn’t care, he had to get to you. He had to help you.

Ashton rifled through both your bags, searching for a healing potion that wasn’t smashed from the fall. He found one and immediately poured it down your throat. His sigh of relief quickly turned to complete despair. It wasn’t working. Why wasn’t it working? It couldn’t be... It can’t—No, you aren’t dead. You can’t be dead. You had to wake up. Tears overflowed in his eyes as he sobbed, draping his head over your body. Why did he survive? Why did you have to die? Why couldn’t it be him?

He couldn’t accept that. No... No. There had to be something he could do. That’s when the thought occured. Healing potions weren’t the only type of potion you had. He scrambled back to the bag and pulled out a vial of swirling gray liquid. The Potion of Possibility. It brought him back once. It should bring you back too, right? It didn’t matter, he was left with no other option. His shaky hand fumbled with the cork on the ground before he brought it to his mouth and he ripped it out with his teeth. Into the gaping wound in your chest he poured the potion. And he waited.

And waited. And waited. “Please. Please.”

Your chest jerked upward with a gasp of breath. It worked. It worked. Ashton sobbed, relieved that his love was alive again. He crashed beside her, grabbing your hand as he continued to cry. The adrenaline was wearing off and the pain started to envelope his whole body once more. He wished he could call for help, but you’d deal with that later. Laying next to your breathing body, he could finally rest and lost consciousness. And as the darkness took him, your chest sparked.

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beecanons · 1 year

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what are friends for?

bzz hi! fi am bee/kasha, main blog is @de-rune

hy am posting headcanons that come to snakes mind but feel free to request or submit your own in askS bzz!

fandoms:

tfp

rottmnt

genshin impact/gi

crit role (campaigns 1&2)+tlovm

wakfu

deltarune

undertale

arcane

Danganronpa (1&2)

Bapc

DDLC

TOF

DHMIS

Dead space 1

the arcana

mystic messenger/mysmes

dc

marvel

batim/batdr

mlp

star trek/st

star wars/sw

star gate/sg

mortal kombat/mk

the dark crystal (age of resistance)/tdc;aor

god of war/gow

bg3

honkai star rail

tower of fantasy

dislyte

project sekai

and many more

type of hc:

stims

mogai/lgbt/queer

qprs

neurodivergent/nd

music taste

general/misc

agere/petre/dreamer/flip/cg

disorders and disabilities

x reader

and more

wont do:

nsfw

bnha/mha

dsmp/mcyt

real people

proship stuff (incest, toxic, pedophilic or otherwise unhealthy ships)

if something isnt listed/youre unsure, youre welcome to ask!

tags:

#bees hc

#visitor hc <- submitted/reblogged/shared headcanons

#hc request

#bees todo list / #hc todo

links:

todo list

#pinned post #headcanon blog

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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 . )

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peach-the-owl · 1 year

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Good grief that last post! So cute! I NEED more Matt interacting with the child reader that dynamic seemed so cute and wholesome. So if your comfortable I'd like to ask please, please for a Matt x child reader. Maybe just little kiddo being a regular crew member, attending comic con and being asked who their favorite cast member is and almost everyone at the panel responding with Matt. When Matt's like um?¿? They remind him of cute moments that support their claim. Like a clip show. Just an idea, really I'd be happy with anything. Thanks! Love your writing.

I had fun with this one 😊 Now is this an older ask? Yes. Is this cheating because Matt is a real person and not an npc? Well, Matt’s the DM which by extension means that he plays every npc so therefore I’m saying it counts.

Who’s Your Favourite?

Crit Role Cast & Child!Reader

(Mostly Matt & Child!Reader but you get the idea)

Disclaimer: I do not speak on behalf of any of the actual cast. This is just a fictional scenario meant to be for fun

You loved Comic Con, the sights, the cosplays, the merch, the panels, just everything. You skip around the con taking everything in.

“Hey, don’t be wandering off too far without me.” You hear Matt chuckle as he walks over to your beaming face.

“I can’t help it! Look at all the cool stuff.” You gesture to everything around you.

“I know, believe me I know, and we’ll have plenty of time to look around but we need to set up for our panel.” Matt reminds you.

“Oh yeah! Let’s go! Let’s go!” You bounce in place. Matt let’s out another chuckle as Marisha finally joins the two of you.

“Whhaaat, are you two having all the fun without me.” She teases.

“No, never… maybe a little.” Matt teases back. The three of you finally making your way to where you’ll be holding your panel. You sat and watched while everyone scrambled around preparing the last few touches for your panel, being joined by Matt who sits next to you acting over exhausted.

“Whew! Boy am I beat!” He sighs, you giggle at his antics.

“No you’re not, the staff did most of the work.” You point out matter-of-factly.

“And it was exhausting watching them.” He jokes. You give him a light shove, the both of you laughing before having to be called back while they open the theatre for fans to be seated. You wait in impatient anticipation to start, and finally, once the audience was seated you all took your seats at the table to start the panel.

The panel had be going really well and it was now time for any audience members to ask you guys any questions they had, you listened to fans questions and answered any as best as possible.

“Uhh hi, I have a question for (y/n).” You perk up and look to the dark auditorium. “So I was wondering, who is your favourite member of the cast.” You hesitate, genuinely trying to think of how to answer, you liked everyone and being put on the spot like this made it extra hard.

“It’s Matt!” Everyone says in near unison, except for you and Matt himself.

“Ummm… what?” He looks to everyone confused.

“Don’t act like it isn’t true. (Y/n) follows you everywhere around the studio.” Liam starts.

“Not to mention that time when they came running to you first during a blackout. (Y/n) could’ve gone to anyone else but they specifically sot you out.” Taliesin adds.

“And I haven’t forgotten when they shared their snack with you and not me.” Travis ‘accuses’, some people in the audience giving a soft laugh at the memory.

“This goes both ways just so you guys know.” Laura jumps in, talking directly to the audience.

“Yeah, don’t think we didn’t notice the rolls you’ve fudged for (y/n)’s sake. There have been plenty of times you gave them a free win.” Marisha gives Matt a smug side eye.

“You mean those cool moments weren’t real?” You speak up confused and everyone quickly goes a into a little bit of awkward silence.

“Of course they were kiddo, they’re all just jealous they couldn’t be you in that moment.” Matt encourages, giving a small but playful glare to the rest of the cast. A few more fans got to ask some questions before the panel officially came to a close and you were free to roam the con again, getting some food to re-energize yourself before going around and admiring the different cosplays people had.

After a few more scheduled panels and meet and greets with fans the day was coming to a close and you were exhausted. You try and fail to fight back a yawn rubbing your eyes in an attempt to shake the feeling away.

“Someone tired?” Marisha asks, you shake your head stubbornly. “Awww, I think you are.” She crouches down to meet your eye level, seeing the obvious exhaustion in you eyes. You look away from her with a small pout, you didn’t want the day to be over just yet and you certainly didn’t want to miss any fun activities that could take place. Marisha gives Matt a side look.

“What?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Well you are the favourite, so do something.” He gives her a playful eye roll followed by a chuckle.

“Am I really your favourite?” He asks you. You don’t respond, instead lifting your arms up to him and making grabby hands, he lets out a content hum. “Alright, alright. Come here.” He lifts you up and adjusts you so your head is resting on his should, instantly you pass out. The two adults almost laugh at how fast you gave up trying to stay awake.

“Told ya so.” Marisha lightly teases.

“Yeah yeah.” Matt waves off. “You head over to restaurant with the others, I’ll drop them off at the hotel and meet you all there.”

“Sure thing.” With that the two head in separate direction.

You’re placed in bed and handed your favourite plushie you unconsciously snuggle into, Matt whispers a quick goodnight to you before heading out leaving you to dream away in wonderland.

#critical role #critical role & reader #vox machina #vox machina & reader #the mighty nein #mighty nein #mighty nein & reader #bells hells #bells hells & reader #nothing romantic here #npc appreciation month

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sunset-a-story · 1 year

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Good day! I had a couple of questions for you, no need to feel pressured to answer if they don't apply ^~^. I've recently run into an issue while writing and I'm looking for advice.

Do you have beta readers? If so, how do you handle the ones that try to take over your writing? I.E. They try to bully you into writing in a different voice, they assume to know more than you about the story and try to tell you how characters act, or tell you that you're writing your own plot wrong- including any foreshadowing bits or lack thereof (for plot reasons, of course). And finally, how do you handle the ones that act like their your friend only to steal major elements of your story because "I can do it better than you"? (Or conversely accused you of stealing from them just because something you did was apparently really close to something they did?)

Thank you for your time!

Uh, first off--what the cinnamon toast fuck. That sucks and I'm very sorry that any of that is shit you have come up against. Gottdamn. I am far from an expert here but as far as pushy beta readers: I went to a very small college for my creative writing degree and the brutal critiques taught me something they probably didn't intend: the ability to recognize that sometimes everyone else is wrong and it's okay to throw their opinions in the trash.

I got used to getting shredded in workshops, sometimes justifiably so and sometimes not. Sure, it's vital to be open to critique but not all feedback is equally valuable. Ex. I once sat there listening to the whole class and professor harping for half an hour on not understanding who these characters were to each other in a story of mine while I, not allowed to speak, sat with my pen--circling all the instances of the word "sister" that they'd somehow all failed to read.

So I got a lot of experience getting 12 different, very confident opinions of what was wrong with my story & how to fix it and being able to look at that and recognize, "Nope, you're all wrong."

To have a meeting with a professor to receive suggestions/feedback on a senior project and say, "I'm not doing that. You've missed the point," and have that be an acceptable answer--and get an A.

That's not every time. It's not like I was always right. Far from it and I got lots of constructive crit that improved my writing which I am beyond grateful for. But for the kind of feedback you're talking about? You know your characters and story better than anyone. And yeah, you're not writing the story the way they would write it, but you're the one telling the fucking story. You are under no obligation to put their notes into action. Not doing what they suggest is not an attack on them. If they're mad about that, they've misunderstood their role.

So I'd probably handle that by reiterating the type of feedback you want. I've specified certain things to my readers like "Can you follow the plot/world-building?" "What/who is keeping you interested?" "What/who is losing your attention?" That kind of stuff. Or stop giving them any more fiction.

I currently have three beta readers for Sunset and all three are close, trusted friends. Despite working on this story for around a decade, prior to a year or so ago, we hadn't shared it with anyone (except our best friend who sadly died in 2020) because of anxiety around exactly what you're talking about. Even when I know everything above to be true, it's still stressful.

I can say I've had readers either coming in with their own expectations or narrative getting a character completely wrong and kind of hanging onto that point of view and forcing it into the story. "I don't think X would do that." etc. It's frustrating but I just set it aside to compare with other readers' take on it to see if it's a them-problem or a me-problem and decide what needs refining to prevent that reaction. As far as stealing, I wish I had an answer for you. That all sounds terrible. People are always going to steal and, again, I'm sorry you've dealt with that.

I'm naive I guess because I could never imagine doing that to someone but people do. Hell, we had a visiting big-ish name writer come to our college who outright copped to stealing a line from one of our professor's books. It's gross. People kinda suck. It's something we worry about.

All I can say there is, they can't tell the story the way we can. They can steal the interior design but we have the foundation in our heads. We know what's on the second floor and which stairs squeak when you step on them. I guess that's what I would tell myself.

I don't know if I got too wordy there or too serious or whatnot, but those are my thoughts. Feel free to throw my suggestions in the trash too. You know your story.

Thanks for the questions and good luck!

#bad beta reader - no cookie #good beta readers are priceless #answered asks #writer problems #writerproblems #writer asks #writeblr questions #but what do I know?

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im-no-jedi · 1 year

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guess it’s time to put this out there...

✨I’M TAKING WRITING REQUESTS!!✨

I’d really like to have some outlet for keeping my creative brain active, so this is my solution! 😁

here’s an example of my work to give y’all an idea of my style: click me!

how it works: simply send me an ask with your request, with as many details as possible (characters, setting, theme, the more the better!). if you have a prompt you’d like me to work with, feel free to include that as well. there’s no limit to how many characters can be in the story, so ask away! and feel free to ask for any setting; canon, canon divergent, crossovers, AU, whatever!

I do have some rules and boundaries though, so please read this before submitting a request! ⬇⬇⬇⬇⬇

all requests must be platonic/gen related. I will NOT do shipping of any kind (this one is subject to change at some point, but this is what I’m deciding to do for right now)

I’m a human being with a life who often gets writers block, so don’t be surprised if it takes me a while to do your request

if you’re unsure if I’ll write for a certain franchise/character/anything, just message me! I don’t bite, I promise 😊

do NOT pressure me into writing your request, it’ll be an instant deletion. additionally, I reserve the right to not do your request for any reason and without explanation. I’m doing this for free as a side-hobby and have NO obligation to write for you 😌

☀ franchises I’m currently taking requests for:

Star Wars (movies and TV shows ONLY)

Critical Role (Mighty Nein and Bell’s Hells ONLY)

Pokemon (mainline games ONLY)

❌ things I will NOT write PERIOD:

NO smut or NSFW of any kind (violence is ok, but I’ll never get too graphic outside of mentioning blood and injuries)

NO x reader or OCs, all characters must be canon

NO gross content of any kind, such as vomiting, vore, or anything involving fecal matter (things like fart jokes, menstrual bleeding, and belching are fine though)

NO horror or nightmarish content (not the same as someone having a nightmare, which is ok)

NO content related to pagan religion (e.g. Jester from Crit Role speaking with Artagan is fine, but her doing tarot readings is NOT, sorry, this is a personal squick of mine)

#star wars #critical role #pokemon #writing requests #I've never done anything like this before #so yeah I might change some things in the future idk #I just love writing but my muse HATES me fr #so uhh help a girl out plz?

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sporadically-writing · 1 year

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Y/N: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Keyleth: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely*

Y/N: That one. I want that one.

#keyleth x reader #keyleth of the air ashari x reader #vox machina x reader #the legend of vox machina x reader #tlovm x reader #critical role x reader #crit role x reader #incorrect quotes

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hymn-of-muse · 8 months

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Not My Flower.

a Yasha x Reader requested by @botanicalbard

"tell me, bard. you've been seen with the nein quite often, you're familiar with them, yes? tell me all you know of them." a man demanded in a low tone, face obscured by shadow in the dimly lit room.

you'd left the tavern after you and your friends had a few drinks, all you wanted was a bit of fresh air as the ale started to take affect on you. you we not expecting, however, to be grabbed from behind and dragged into the alleyway next to the tavern, a hand silencing you and arms holding you firm so you couldnt run away.

the next thing you knew, you found yourself in a small room, windows covered up and the lighting too dim to make out any doorway outline, unless it was behind where you sat on a stool, ankles restrained and hands tied at the wrist around the support beam you were leaning against.

a man, clearly trying to intimidate you into talking about your friends weaknesses and secrets, stood over you with his arms crossed. you could hear someone in the corner shift, so you knew it wasnt just him here.

"i'll ask you again-"

"no i heard you" you interrupted "im just not sure what it is specifically you want to know, i mean theyre a lovely bunch, sure, but you cant just be so vague, do you want me to give you an introduction for each individual? i can do that in song!" you told him smugly

"what?" he gave a confused look upon your sudden compliance "no-no, no songs, just tell me-"

"are you sure? i got a really good one! oh! or i could sing you a tale of the mighty nein's greatest adventures thus far! what a brave and interesting party of beings they are, like this one time-"

"stop that!" the man snapped, agitated by your interruptions and clear attempt at stalling him for more time. "enough of your games, bard, just tell me what i ask of you and nothing more. if you comply, we'll consider letting you go unharmed. got it?"

"come on, you went through all this effort and all you want is a little information? why not a whole story, huh? not even one song? all you want is small talk? thats so boooring" you groaned, putting emphasis on the 'o' in boring.

the man gave a grunt of frustration as he grabbed hold of your shirt collar and got all threatening in your face. "shut up! just tell me each of their weaknesses, secrets, some information i can ACTUALLY use!"

"one, ew your breath smells. two, nah thats lame. besides, by now they likely know im gone and will come looking for me. you made a huge mistake thinking i was a good kidnapping choice." you chuckled, still smug as ever.

"yeah? what makes you so sure they'll find you?" he grumbled.

"because the barbarian's my girlfriend, and she can get really physical when shes angry"

"heh, you think youre safe? youre not going anywhere till i get something outta you" he glared, raising a fist to throw a punch just when the door swung open with a crash, breaking it off its hinges.

in the doorway now stood yasha after she'd kicked in the door, the light outside illuminating the room and as she stepped in with heavy foot falls, the anger on her face was clear as day. she gave an icy cold glare to the man who's fish was frozen in the air.

"how did you..?" the other person in the corner finally spoke up with a weak voice.

"your neighbors made a noise complaint" yasha stated, storming closer to the man who threatened you a minute before as he stumbled back and reached for a weapon to defend himself with.

when he tried to swing a club at her, she grabbed it and tore it out of his hands, tossing it to the side and grabbing him by the arm. she swung him around and threw him into the other person, knocking them both out on impact when the hit the wall.

"are you hurt?" yasha asked you as she quickly moved to undo your restraints, a gentle hand moving to the side of your face to make sure you were alright. the look of concern on her face said everything.

"i knew you'd find me" you smiled sweetly at her, leaning your head into her warm hand as her shoulders dropped in relief.

"of course i did. i wouldnt let anyone hurt you." she spoke with a light chuckle to her voice, hoisting you into her arms and walking out of the room as she carried you. "not my flower."

reblogs are appreciated! im sorry this took a while to get done! /g

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brenbrennn · 2 years

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ੈ♡‧₊˚ᐯᗴᑎᗪᎥᑎǤ ᗰᗩᑕᕼᎥᑎᗴ ᗝᖴ ᒪᗝᐯᗴ ੈ♡‧₊˚ (Caleb Widogast!!)

Authors Note: Hello , I bring gifts! Finally I finished these wonderful headcannons. More requests are under way , if you want to send in critical role (or any other fandoms) my inbox is open. I hope you enjoyed this , I know I did <3 Warnings: A fraise mentioning burns? Other than that , Thats all https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/brenbrennn/687973562848575488?source=share = first part!! ╔═.✵.══════════╗ Caleb Widogast ╚══════════.✵.═╝ ⪧Let's say when you guys meet, it's during episode one of campaign two. At first glance, you two seemed like an unlikely pairing. It's very much an opposites attract situation. ⪧There's just that pull, you both are drawn to each other in some way. Though it may not be noticeable at first trust me it's there. Let's say you're very new to the arts of arcane magic. Maybe similar to Fjord, you only have like one or two spells down dealing with what Caleb does. Seeking out advice, he begrudgingly accepted your request him giving you a few pointers. ⪧With him helping you with spells part-time, he starts to notice what was that drawn towards you. That certain feeling, it was… love - or was it? He didnt have any problem appearing like his awkward secretive self around you and everyone else for the most part. But on the inside, it was a game of “yes, no, maybe?” ⪧Let us play a guessing game, who do you think finds out first about Caleb's interest in you? The options are Nott/Veth, The entirety of the Mighty Nein, or Frumpy. If you guess Frumpkin and the entirety of the Mighty Nein, you are correct my friend! It's beau who caught him staring DEEPER than his usual look at you and then it just spread to everyone. There's going to be teasing thrown of course, but it's at a point where everyone is like “hey you know what they’d be cute.” Jester of course is going to throw “Ooo Caleb you to-tally wanna kiss them~!” He's disintegrating on the inside. ⪧The time when truths come out, it's a time of peace. No death or tragedy right now, it was the nice kind of quiet. It was Caleb to let it all spill out. Something he said made your ears perk up. He didnt really think you were paying attention at all. The words were zeminian , but jokes on him because you had been studying on the side about the language. Trying to impress him…? You would never tell, at least not now. The words were “I have a problem with loving the ways you speak.. I have a problem with loving you.” ⪧Deciding to speak in common, you gave him a reply to his mumbling. “Caleb you flatter me too much.” °.✩┈┈┈┈∘*┈┈୨♡୧┈┈*∘┈┈┈┈✩.° ⪧Caleb will try to play off his flustered feelings around you. Let me say that again, he’ll TRY! Everyone else around you has a chuckle seeing how desperately he makes sure his face isnt rosy red. But he fails time and time again, you’re his weakness <3 ⪧Frumpkin starts off as Caleb's fur baby, and now he’s your fur baby. He loves resting in your lap whenever, showing his thanks with little happy puurs. Caleb has once or twice shifted to Frumpkin's view whenever you're petting him. You are so gentle with his cat, it melts his heart. ⪧ On the outside, he seems like an anxious ball of knowledge. He is that BUT, but he can be quite the flirt. Whenever he catches you off guard, it makes him crack a grin with getting his payback the times you made him all warm on the inside. ⪧ If he were asked about why he fell for you, his answer would be simple. You didnt categorize him as a monster. You accept him as who he is. With his burns and imperfections, similar to Essek that hooked him in. ‘...As well as your want for knowing more about the arcane...’ - HUH?

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oneirataxxiaa · 4 years

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Jester , Beau , and Molly with a Tall/Buff S/O

-written by Anastasia

here we go. Beaus has female pronouns because it's been confirmed she's lesbian. all others can use whatever pronouns you want.

requests are open

Jester

let's admit it here, Jester loves your height.

she's a bit of a cuddlebug so you can pretty much always expect to be the big spoon when cuddling.

tests to see who's stronger, little games of 'who can lift this?' and arm wrestling contests that Beau always gets in on.

if she can't reach something, and you're in another room you'll hear a call of 'yyyyyyyy/nnnnnn '

you always know when she wants you to reach something she can't.

and Jester takes that moment to bear hug you.

would always be up for a piggy back.

you may be a bit intimidating from your height, but trust me when I say, Jester is the one that holds the intimidation factor, in a scarily cute way.

like, you'd be interrogating someone, and the person would glance at Jester and start giving information.

guy didn't realise how harsh Jesters mean look is.

Beauregard

First time you met, Beau acted as chill as possible. the minute you were out of sight, she goddamn died.

Beau is always down for a s/o who is taller then her.

loves being carried.

"HEY ASSHOLES MY GIRLFRIEND CAN BEAT UP YOUR GIRLFRIEND" 'Beau, honey, I'm not fighting them'

not really one for much contact, Beau usually silently initiates cuddling sessions. You'd be on watch, resting on your bedroll, keeping an eye out, and suddenly Beau is curled up next to you.

when she does cuddle, she's like a leech, stealing all the warmth. limbs will be tangled and you might get the breath squeezed out of you.

she will never accept your help to reach something. ever. she is stubborn and refuses your help. to the point of finding a way of not needing the object.

you eventually bring it to her later and she just grumbles and thanks you.

always insists that she wears the pants in the relationship. you're not really complaining though are you?

Mollymauk

he would certainly never give up the chance of sitting in your lap.

just chilling in a tavern with the nein, having a drink, and suddenly you're the throne for a jewellery inlaid teifling.

if you're ever insecure about your height, he would never hesitate to talk you up, instill you with confidence and reassure you.

no matter what, Molly is most likely the big spoon, running his hands through your hair and whispering things in other languages.

you don't know what they mean but you're getting really sleepy. . .

you once punched him in your sleep and left quite the dark bruise.

you apologised a million times over, but Molly just laughed it off and went about dragging you to breakfast.

You couldn't for the life of you convince Jester it wasn't a hickey, even though the bruise was on his bicep.

he gets injured during a fight, and you pick him up to take him to Jester for healing, and he starts making comments about how 'his Angel has come'.

lokey likes getting picked up, but would never say it again.

#critical role x reader #critical role #jester x reader #mollymauk x reader #beauregard x reader #crit role #critical role headcanons

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theawkwardwriter12 · 2 years

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The Fall

Ashton x Sam

Sam is my friend and the biggest Ashton simp I know so this is for you, buddy 😌

Ashton x Reader version will be uploaded tomorrow >:)

Critical Role C3E38 Spoilers!

Enjoy the angst :)

Word Count: 1,478

This was supposed to be a simple errand. None of this was supposed to happen. That’s what Ashton thought as he watched the woman he loved have a sword plunged through her chest. The light in her eyes faded as her body began to slide off the bloodied blade. She was hovering over the drop in between the spires of Jrusar, and if she wasn’t already dead, that would certainly kill her.

Ashton had taken most of the hits in trying to protect her against Otahan Thull. That foul woman had already taken three of his friends before and recently Lord Eshteross. He didn’t think she’d still be in the city. A foolish notion, of course she would still be there. He just didn’t expect to find her on one of the lifts when he was with Sam. They were only going to get rooms for the night at the Spire by Fire. Otahan had killed three of them on her own with all eight of them present, with just the two, what hope could they have to defeat her?

Ashton was knocked down onto his side underneath Thull, reeling in pain from all the blows. He watched in horror as Sam’s body eventually fell off the sword. In that moment, the images, the pain of that night he fell through Jiana Hexum’s window flooded into his mind. Not again. He’s not letting her go through the same thing.

He lunged forward toward the edge, grabbing hold of Sam’s wrist. Just as he was about to lose balance, Otahan took the opportunity to shove him off. Panic set in immediately as he was being pushed out, but instinct kicked in and he clamped his free hand onto the ledge of the lift. A jolt of pain wracked through his already aching body and he let out a loud groan.

Otahan, amused, chuckled at the desperate attempt to hold on, “How pitiful. Luckily, you two weren’t the ones I’m interested in. I’ll let gravity and your weakness take care of the rest.” Her form vanished in a whisp of red, leaving them dangling above the bottom of the spires.

Pain. Panic. Focus, Ashton. He peered down at the drop below, but that didn’t affect him as much as seeing Sam’s lifeless body hanging in his grasp. No, not lifeless. That couldn’t be right. It can’t be.

He let out another cry as the searing pain worsened as he strained against gravity itself. This wasn’t going to be the end of them. Not again for him and not for her. Struggling immensely, he tried to lift her up. But his body wouldn’t let him, the pain was overwhelming. That wasn’t going to stop him. She had to be ok. He had to keep her safe.

Momentum. He began to sway her body to gain enough momentum to swing her onto the lift. He wasn’t strong enough to pull her up, there was no way he was pulling himself with her. But he wasn’t important, she was. Her first. She would always be his priority.

With Ashton’s swinging, the already leaning lift began to bob up and down, creating more tension to already previously damaged cable hooks from the fight earlier. The pain intensified with every movement, but he couldn’t let go. Not yet. The muscles in his arm pulled taut as he raged, sparks flying from the hole in his head and the air around him became heavy. Gravity. Great.

At that moment, the concentrated weight and movement caused a hook to snap. The entire lift tilted to the one side and Ashton’s grip on the ledge began to slip. He could feel the lift being drawn in his direction, causing even more tension against the last hook. That was going to break and there was nothing he could do. He wasn’t magical like a lot of his other friends, he was purely physical. All he had was his body and that was failing him.

The memories, as fuzzy as they were at times, once again forced themselves to the forefront of his mind. That fall. That fall that changed his life forever. For the better? Didn’t feel like it. It was awful, all the time. And now he was here all over again, this time he was much higher up. At least he wasn’t alone. No, that made it worse. He looked down again at Sam. He loved her so much and he couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Him? Sure, he has the worst luck for getting into situations like this, not her.

But, there wasn’t anything he could do. The damage was done and his grip continued to falter. Sam became heavier and heavier in his other hand, soon he wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer. The pain, once again, tore into his body causing him to scream against it. It was too much. He swore under his breath and dropped his rage.

“I’m sorry.”

With those words, Ashton let go. Quickly he tugged Sam’s arm, slamming her body into his as he tightly wrapped his arms around her. As they careened into the valley below, Ashton did his best to cover as much of her body with his own, hoping to break the fall for her as much as possible. Would it work? He didn’t know, but he had to try. Even if it didn’t, at least he would die alongside her. And he felt content with that. Better than content. Because after knowing her, loving her, there was no world he wanted to live in without her. “I love you.”

Ashton buried his face into Sam’s head as he braced for impact, not wanting to watch as it happened. He could feel their speed increase the farther they fell, but that was surprisingly interrupted and his body jolted from the sudden change in velocity. Slowly he lifted his head to see Sam barely conscious, her angelic wings sprouted from her back. Her arms gripped him tightly as she struggled to fly, straining against the intense gravity. Desperately trying to lessen the inevitable impact, she glided for as long as she could until exhaustion took over and they resumed plummeting.

Darkness. Pain. That’s all Ashton felt as they hit the ground below. Strange...he felt it? That was a good sign, right? He must be alive. But was Sam alive? He tried to move and couldn’t. Everything burned with searing agony and his eyes refused to open. Maybe he wasn’t alive afterall. Maybe this was what actual hell felt like.

He laid there for what felt like hours before the pain subsided enough for him to open his eyes. He wasn’t dead, but he wished he was. Sam’s broken and bloody form sprawled before him across the ground. Adrenaline filled every inch of his body as the pain faded to a dull ache. He crawled over to her, unable to use his right arm that was definitely broken. Other bones were probably broken as well, he didn’t care, he had to get to her. He had to help her.

Ashton rifled through both their bags, searching for a healing potion that wasn’t smashed from the fall. He found one and immediately poured it down her throat. His sigh of relief quickly turned to complete despair. It wasn’t working. Why wasn’t it working? It couldn’t be... It can’t—No, she isn’t dead. She can’t be dead. She had to wake up. Tears overflowed in his eyes as he sobbed, draping his head over her body. Why did he survive? Why did she have to die? Why couldn’t it be him?

He couldn’t accept that. No... No. There had to be something he could do. That’s when the thought occured. Healing potions weren’t the only type of potion they had. He scrambled back to the bag and pulled out a vial of swirling gray liquid. The Potion of Possibility. It brought him back once. It should bring her back too, right? It didn’t matter, he was left with no other option. His shaky hand fumbled with the cork on the ground before he brought it to his mouth and he ripped it out with his teeth. Into the gaping wound in her chest he poured the potion. And he waited.

And waited. And waited. “Please. Please.”

Her chest jerked upward with a gasp of breath. It worked. It worked. Ashton sobbed, relieved that his love was alive again. He crashed beside her, grabbing her hand as he continued to cry. The adrenaline was wearing off and the pain started to envelope his whole body once more. He wished he could call for help, but they’d deal with that later. Laying next to her breathing body, he could finally rest and lost consciousness. And as the darkness took him, Sam’s chest sparked.

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headcanons to do

deltarune:

Spamton - general/misc, disorders+disabilities

Swatch - general/misc, disorders+disabilities

Tasque Manager - general/misc, disorders+disabilities

arcane:

jinx- disorders&disabilities

rottmnt:

donnie - stims

mikey - stims

leo - queer in general

bapc:

wizard siblings - mogai

bee - stims

ddlc:

yuri - stims, disorders+disabilities

sayori - stims, queer/mogai, disorders&disabilities

tof:

samir - disorders&disabilities, lgbt

undertale:

sans - stim, queer

gow:

kratos - cg

tdc;aor:

deet - nd, stims

dhmis:

red - agere, nd, disorders+disabilities

yellow - nd, disorders+disabilities

green - nd, disorders+disabilities

RAM

Rick - stim

DC

lego batman - stim, mogai+queer, qpr, ND, music taste, general/misc, agere/cg+, disorders+disabilities

lego joker - stim, mogai+queer, qpr, ND, music taste, general/misc, agere/cg+, disorders+disabilities

crit role:

grog - agere

cassandra - disorders+disabilities+nd

Wakfu:

yugo - +platonic childhood friend reader.

mortal kombat:

Takeda - x stimming!reader, agere

Kung Jin - x stimming!reader, agere

rain - agere

fujin - cg

reiko - cg

kitana - cg

havik - agere

kano - cg

kung lao - cg(ft. little liu kang and raiden!)

nightwolf - cg

edgerunners:

lucy - ND

David - ND

Dislyte:

brynn - qpp

q - qpp

drew - qpp, cg

baldurs gate 3:

astarion - cg

karlach - cg

addams family + wednesday:

wednesday - disorders+disabilities+nd

mlp:

n/a

a plague tale:

amicia - queer, cg/agere

melie - queer

lucas - cg

strikethrough = in drafts

note: i dont do this in the order listed !

#tbu #bees todo list #hc todo

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