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railroad-migraine · 1 year

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

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

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

~ Poet

"Please Just... Hold Me?"

-> S/O has a nightmare

Ashton 💙

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

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

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

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

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

Chetney 💙

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

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

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

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

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

Dorian 💙

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

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

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

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

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

Fearne 💙

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

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

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

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

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

Imogen 💙

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

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

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

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

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

Laudna 💙

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

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

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

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

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

Orym 💙

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

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

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

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

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

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a-writes3 · 4 months

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i took a huge break on here but please send in requests i want to start writing again! people i write for is on my pinned post! i only write for women/ non binary characters.

adding the characters from the critical role campaigns to the list of characters i write for as well!

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annadoingshitpoorly · 1 year

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Rules and Regulations (Writing)

Minors DNI - Ageless Blogs will be BLOCKED (soz it’s for your own good x)

Currently taking Requests for...

THE LAST OF US - Ellie/Dina/Tess/Abby

CRITICAL ROLE - Vex/Keyleth/Pike/Yasha/Beau/Jester/Fearne/Imogen

What I’ll write...

Smut (Consensual and dub-con)

Fluffy shit

Angsty shit

WLW/NBLW/NBLNB (soz men, my lesbian ass hates writing for y’all xx)

What I won’t write...

Paedophilia

Non-Con

or Incest

Please note, I’ll be taking requests at my own discretion and if I find your ask makes me uncomfortable, I’ll not answer it/respond.

CURRENT WIPS

Knight Abby Anderson x Plus Size Princess Reader - Chapter 2

Dina x Reader (In universe one shot)

Twilight AU Ellie x Reader x Abby (Love Triangle Part 1)

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brenbrennn · 1 year

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♡ ·˚꒰𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮˚ˑ༄

{❥} Pairing: Dorian Storm x (gender-neutral!!) reader , Orym of the Air Ashari x (gender-neutral!!) reader {❥} Summary: The night of the ball was hectic if you wanted to sum it down in the best.. condensed way. With your group's go-to job finished, the night really had only begun. What rips you out of your haze of adrenaline was one of your closest friends breaking off from the group. Dorian announces his leave and you can't help but feel your walls breaking. Finally, as you were getting now just used to this group, your friend was embarking off. Somehow, some way the warm and affirming holding of hands by your klepto faun companion Fearne can not reel you out of the sudden pit in your chest. Taking a deep breath in, something clicks at the worst time possible.

{❥} Authors Note: Sooo uh life update, my water is all fucked up! Literally, there's a blockage by my kitchen sink (I tink) .. so that's fun. I decided to celebrate me finally getting up to episode 14 of 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓼 by writing this. We'll forever miss you Dorian<3 , love that air genasi sm. Alsoooo - this is a rewrite of an earlier blurb!! Right here is the link to it if you'd like to read the original piece.

{❥} CWS (Content Warnings): I really dont think there is any sort of warnings for this (ONE is that its semi proofread so there may be spelling mistakes) ... except the fact that it may be spoilers for episode 14 of Bell's Hells? This is just a small one for anyone who isn't totally caught like... me LOL. But uh yeah - other than that I think that's really it! If there's anymore I should add to the warnings, please let me know. _________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ ・ Your group's job for Eshteross was at first.. simple. Easy he said! , this would help your group keep a constant tracker on a madman! Though if you were going to be entirely honest, this job was never going to be easy. None of you really could expect how the night would take a hard turn. ・ The entire mission was its whole win and disaster all in one, and it didn't help that the guard clearly knew of you and your group's physical descriptions and so on. But for now, that wasn't the main focus, what WAS the main focus was getting back to Eshteross manor.

・ As you all regrouped back at the home of Ariks Eshteross, the air was pretty stale. Ashton had their shit absolutely kicked in, again - the guard had somewhat knowledge of the descriptions of the "Bells Hellions", coming to the conclusion that every one of you was entirely worn out.

・ The air relaxes a bit as Dorian shows off his now less invisible brother. The poor guy had one hell of a night, and even with his mistakes before he clearly meant no harm. Your eyes glanced over as you saw Dorian tense at the mention of the Green Seekers trying to put the blame for the tower robbery on Cyrus. Letting out a weak but frustrated - "They think he's me."

・ Cyrus explains himself a little bit more, talking about how he was mostly in the dark with all of Emoths business. Eshteross snaps his cane down to the hardwood floor grounding and brings up a solution. Smuggiling Cyrus out of the area, at least out of Marquet with the use of his skyship. ・ As He brings up how the Green Seekers, Paragons Call, and all of the.. less friendly aquatics would be looking for a specific look of a person. Laudna immediately catches on as you as well notice the large and stoic half-orcs eyes somewhat narrow at Dorian. With Laudna pointing this out you, Fearne, and Orym speak up. -> "Yeah! I don't think we should be jumping the gun with Cyru-"

・ Eshteross .. sadly brings up another good enough point. Even though Cyrus didn't look like someone with any true cruel intentions, he even admitted he wasn't good at the whole art of crimeing. Eshteross began to somewhat poke at him with the fact that Cyrus couldn't possibly figure out a way to get out of Jrusar, especially on his own. Even keep a low profile at that. ・ Dorian replies out of the blue, saying he would join in with the smuggling of both him and his brother out of the city. Everyone tries to bring up a hypothetical solution. Ranging from changing appearances to paying off Cyrus's frustrating bounty, even to gaining new identities (courtesy of you.) But by the somber air Genasi's look, he had clearly made up his decision.

・ Eshteross commends you and your group, saying that you all in the end succeeded. Commenting about the fact that your group was one of a kind by his judgment with your group's drive to survive. Leaving you all to go deal with the paperwork, you all talked out your differences about this new decision. ・ For you, you couldn't help but feel like your heart was crinkling up like a worn piece of parchment. Dorian leaving?? , what the fuck?? It wasn't like you didn't understand why he was leaving. Family comes first before everything. He didn't even stop to mention that your group was like family. But something was tugging at you , why of all of the days did this had to happen? Why the fuck couldn't you be more upfront? ・ Ever since your adventures started with originally the Crowns Keepers, you always had a sort of admiration for Dorian. Even if he could be a little bit of a clutz, he had that eloquence to him. He may be a little bit awkward but he paid up for that in his caring remarks. One way or another always looking for ways to brighten up a crowd or bring any sort of form of performance into the mix. That was only just the start of your rabbit hole. ・ Before you always pushed off telling him about it, talking about how one day you'll lose track of each other and forget about one another. But Dorian was nothing close to forgettable. Your mind tricked you, and you immediately fell head over heels for the charming air genasi. Fearne could see you slowly start to spiral, inching her hand closer to yours as a way to calm you. ・ You gave her a look of hurt, she shared that same resemblance. Your eyes were filled with a sort of betrayal but one not of a softer blow. This was for the best, and Cyrus was of his flesh and blood. But you couldn't really just blurt out an "I LOVE YOU!" in the middle of your and your friend's pity circle. Besides that, you couldn't really just leave.

・ You couldn't lie to yourself, you did miss your friends from before. Dariax and his loveable air-head personality, Opal and her sporadic but thrilling move of action. Fy'rai of course with her leader, headstrong demeanor. Those were your people but now... Bells Hells are as well. You had fallen for all of their quirks and downsides, seeing that there was (similar to Eshteross) something valuable within this group. ・ Not to mention that Orym and Fearne were still staying, those two were basically your ride or die. You counted all your friends as that, but at a point in time it was just you and your spoon huddle. Now with one of you leaving, it hurt just a little bit. You felt Fearne gently graze your knuckles with her decrepit hand, giving you a pitiful smile. She very much could feel how this was a hard time for you, especially Orym.

・ Not too long ago you could tell the halfling shared your similar thoughts on Dorian. Honestly, who wouldn't be so in love with this gracious being! In a way you wanted to push Orym to say something, but you could tell he had some baggage in the feelings department. Though he could also pretty much tell what was wrong with you by that continuous stare you had.

・ Though in regular Dorian fashion, you all gathered around for a somewhat more upbeat round of wine. Sitting with one another and toasting to your newfound group along for toasting some more for a safe passage, no one really left out dealing sass (well deserved) to Cyrus. He may have no real malicious intent in his body, he was also... a little bit dumb, but hey- for some that's attractive.

・ You all share drinks, stories, and some sort of combination of laughter and bitter-sweet words with one another. Your closing off a certain chapter with the way a majority of you met, it was a touching sight to see. Even if Cyrus was keeping more to himself with this environment, he'd put in his input which made you smile in a sort of warmness that could only be defined as friendly. Your spoon formation lamented over the fact that it would be one less spoon in the mix. ・ With songs sung and the sharing of some aggressive Pate and Bertrand plushie smooches, it was time for Dorian to leave. Though you and the others didn't stop at mentioning to Dorian to call through the sending stone if needed. Making sure to drive home yours and Orym's words that Dorian was farthest from a burden and that all of the evidence they needed was clear to everyone. ・ As Dorian starts to make his way out with Cyrus, and Eshteross leading them to the now pulled-up carriage, you stop him for just a moment for one more final ... "tah tah" for now. You remembered a certain sun brooch that always rested on your person and unclasped it off of you. Dorian gave you an interested look before noticing you putting it on him, you took a deep breath in. Your voice was shaking and your eyes were watery as can be. "Dont you ever fucking forget you have allies with us, you hear me?" You say while trying to sound as serious as you can without breaking down into a mess of tears. He chuckled at this, looking at you with a compassionate glance. "I could never forget about my family here, not any last one of you. I could never lie about how you all mean to me, especially you." He says, the last part a little more hushed.

・ You couldn't help but smile, even if a little cracked, and gently grace your hands over the now pinned brooch. He gave you one final smile as well and gently placed a kiss on your cheek before sharing with you a quick but firm hug. You walked back to the others as you watched Dorian walk out with Cyrus and head right over to the carriage.

・ Testing out the sending stone was Fearne, acting like a frantic mother, until Orym took it away trying to quell her nerves, your face couldn't help but keep on smiling. You knew Dorian was always a person of keeping promises, and by how random the act of fate was your paths would always cross sometime soon. At least that's what you hoped but time would only tell.

・ You all watched them ride off, as well as catching a look at some thieving child stealing the once floating wooden airship. That was those interrupted as Eshteross closed the front doors of the manor, taking a turn back to everyone else. You all were a little skeptical if Eshteross was a little mad, but surprisingly (the dwindling adrenaline playing with your worries) he wasn't at all.

・ He decided to do the reassurance, by reminding you all about how you were his problem solvers of that night. Even if your ways were somewhat a little bit messy, your group got shit done. Though he had a point, everyone was worn out and pretty fucking tired, it was time to head to bed.

・ Which is what you all did as Eshteross gave each and every one of you rooms to sleep in for the night. You couldn't help but take some time to pace around anxiously, what if something happens on the way to Emon, what if they- until your walking stops by the sudden rhythmic knock. Walking up to the door.. it was Orym. You had decided to take your own room to cool down so this was a surprise.

・ This all led to a long and winded talk, away from all of the others. The main subject? , was, of course, Dorian. No bad words were shared, though Orym bared his soul to you about what he was feeling about the sudden departure. You did the same and a new , pure respect was seemingly gained between the two of you. Maybe being in the same boat wasn't so bad. ・ You bidded him a "goodnight" and watched as he headed back to his and Fearnes shared room. You let out a content sigh before turning back to your mostly dusty bed, but that was the least of your worries. All you wanted to do was wrangle your frantic thought process to hold and get some well-deserved rest, maybe even rest up old wounds when you're at it.

・ Turning over to the nearest wall, focusing in on it, you finally let sleep take over you and your mind. Your last thoughts were on Dorian and what work would be approached about the next day, then again all you needed to do was play the waiting game as is. Though you wouldn't hate that, with those final thoughts you finally let sleep FULLY consume your consciousness. Tomorrow was going to be good, you just knew it.

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calebtealeaf · 2 months

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Hello ! !

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

Who I'll write for :

CRIT ROLE ;

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

HORROR ;

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

GOOD OMENS ;

Aziraphale , Crowley , Gabriel , Beelzebub .

HANNIBAL ;

Hannibal , Will .

BG3 ;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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loquaciousquark · 2 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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criticalfiics · 2 years

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The fighter and the healer

Pairing: Orym X M! Reader Warnings/Disclaimers: Uses masc terms and descriptors, Reader is a paladin devoted to Sehanine, no reader race specified other than you being taller than Orym/a halfling but shorter than Fearne. Rating: Sfw, little angsty Multi part: maybe, idk yet Premise: The group takes on an extra healer to help manage the party better.

Nestled in your rented shop you were busy tidying it before heading out for the evening. You had only been in this town for a few weeks, making your living before you headed off once again to who knows where. For a while you had been a traveling doctor of sorts, taking up residence in various towns for weeks to months at a time. Your skills were somewhat scarce in Jrusar, as well as most of the other places you traveled, so you were able to make plenty of coin this way. This had been your way of life in the years after you took your oaths, avoiding conflict in place of serving by providing aid instead. What made you so appealing to weary travelers or the cities' residents were your reasonable prices. Compared to most career healers you were practically giving away your services. Your potions were top notch and barely five gold, alchemy materials were gathered daily and sold for a fraction of the typical cost. Everything about your business was desirable to a wide variety of folk ranging from single mothers with sick children to thugs who didn’t want to deal with any questions. Of course you used your medical training more than your goddess given powers. You knew better than to flaunt a gift with magic to the broader public, especially healing or resurrection magic, so to most you were just a kind doctor selling their services and wares for far too cheap. The city you were currently stationed in was just a small town on the path to the spires, resting on the edge of Jrusar. They didn’t have many clinics or physicians of their own so you fit in well and had been pulling in ample coin from travelers. Today had been a busy one as many passed through your business to stock up on goods or get advice as they went on their ways. Your healing items were dangerously low with not a single healing potion on your shelf and a scarce amount of bandages elsewhere. It was perfectly fine to be out of stock this late in the day and you were currently in the process of closing so it didn’t really matter, you’d be stocked back up by the next time you opened anyways. As you tucked away some scraps of herbs there was a rapid pounding coming from your front door. It wasn’t unusual for someone to get in a pinch and need your services but you were clearly closed. Before you could call out to whomever was awaiting your help you heard muffled voices laced with panic. “Are you absolutely sure they’ll help?” A thick accent fluttered through your ears that you recognized as that of a farm girl. “They have to,” the other voice was rough, grumbly, annoyed, desperate; all things you were used to hearing from customers.

“They aren’t even open Ashton, why are we here?!” The girl snapped at the other just as you pulled open the door. Six stood before you with a Seventh cradled in a genasi’s arms. The group was diverse but you’d seen crazier however the faun was a bit more unusual but still not too out there. A purple haired woman looked surprised as the genasi stepped past her, their face carrying a silent plea.

“I’m sorry I know you’re closed but you are the only person in town who can help,” you matched the second voice to him, it still carrying its roughness but also a tinge of sadness. “He’s in rough shape we just need him out of the woods and conscious.” “I can do that,” not even taking a moment to think you responded, fully confident in your abilities. “Bring him over to the cot and give me any healing items you have then run me through what happened.” As he obeyed your orders you saw your patient. A halfling in homely armor that was tinged a deep red. He looked rough, his breathing shallow and body splattered with bruises and blood. You were taking vitals the moment he was placed down as well as locating the worse of his wounds. Nothing had been passed your way so you cast a quick look at the group, “You don’t have anything do you?” “No,” The purple haired woman who you could now identify as the farm girl spoke up as the others shared looks of worry. “We used it all to get him here, I’m sorry.” “That’s alright,” Compassion flooded the room as you spook, their frowns softening only slightly. “I have a stashed away first aid kit under the counter, can you grab it for me?” with a nod she sped off, grabbing said kit and running it to you side before taking her place sat there. “So, what happened?” Starting by removing his armor carefully, each motion done with care as to not agitate any wounds. You were focused as she started talking, nodding along to her story. “We were just on our way back, we weren’t doing that great but we thought we could make it without things gettin’ bad again.” She was calmer than most in this situation yet you could tell her hands shook as she fiddled with them in her lap. “Something attacked us, I-i don’t know what it was but it came out of nowhere.” Voice wavering she blinked away tears as she looked away from her injured friend to the others. You had found the worst of the injuries, that being a large set of slashes on his torso. What you had wouldn’t be enough even if you worked carefully. If you had a potion you could at least get him to a workable point but with only a pitiful pile of gauze and some suture martials he was a goner. Cleaning the wound with an attentive eye you did your best to keep the group unaware to you dismay but someone shifting behind filled you with unease. “Orym took most of the hits for us, he kept us from getting hurt too bad.” Motioning to her own arm she showed a few scratches and some bruising, nothing a bit of rest wouldn’t fix, barely a fraction of the damage he had. “Before we knew it he was down and losing a lot of blood. We grabbed him and ran until we got here then we asked around to see if anyone could help and someone pointed us here so Ashton booked it over.” Losing her composure a few drops feel from her eyes onto her shorts. From the corner of your eye you saw the faun eyeing you closely, watching you as you aimlessly cleaned him up in hopes of figuring out a way to manage this without disappointing them.

“He is very very rough,” you spoke honestly, lifting your hands from him to look at them. “I don’t have a lot, there isn’t much I can do.” “But you can do something right?” the faun spoke, her voice young but filled with hope. Her face scrunched up while her hands found themselves balled up on her chest, “yo-you have to, he’s our friend, our best friend, please.” A gnomish man gave her a pat on the leg as she tried to get the words out, choking on them as you looked at them solemnly.

“Please, we will pay or give you anything you want.” The genasi fidgeted as they spoke. “We don’t want to lose him just, fuck, please man.” His volume increased as he threw his arms down to his side, running hands across stone hair not long after. With a nod you breathed in, readying yourself. Using your magic wasn’t ideal. It was incredibly taxing on you and to make it worth it you’d have to push yourself further than you’d like. Saying a silent prayer to your god your hands found his chest, just above his fading heart beat. Casting cure wounds as strongly as you could you closed your eyes, silently focusing. Energy swelled in your body before leaving it, moving into his and leaving you drained. Come on, breath, please breath. You weren’t entirely sure if you were saying it to yourself or him, maybe both were true at this moment. A shaky breath lifted his chest followed by a gasp. Heartbeat stabilizing, he took more shaky breaths, his friends rushing to his side as you sat back and took one of your own. Your body ached and you felt more tired than you’d been in weeks but it was worth it. Smiles covered their faces as they hugged their friend, him passing his own back as he sat up. The faun hugged him tightly to which he winced at, patting her head as she released him. It was a sweet scene and reminded you as to why you did this. Even if it drained you of every drop of power you had you wanted to help, even if it just meant raising someone's odds and that seems to be what you had done. “Thank you thank you thank you,” The faun crashed into you, her hair blinding you as it fell over your face. Despite seeming incredibly dainty she was a force of a woman, nearly taking your off your chair while she squeezed the life out of you. “Easy on him Fearne,” your now fully coherent patient smiled as he watched her pout before letting you go, a hand petting your head as she stood back up. “Thank you friend.” His smile was warm and kind as he looked at you in appreciation. The others followed and gave their own thanks, some mumbled some loud, it was all the same to you. “It’s fine, it’s what I do.” You shrugged before standing, stretching in hopes of working the soreness out of your body. Moving across the room to tuck away the barely used first aid kit you addressed the group, “So, you seven got a place to stay?” Sheepish looks passed across the group before the purple haired woman stood and spoke up.

“No, but we should be able to find something, you’ve already done so much for us,” Waving her hand dismissively she looked back at Orym. “We might need a few minutes to just collect ourselves then we will be out of your hair.” “Its fine,” you lazily looked at her, sleep already creeping its way into you. “I’ve got some spare space and blankets, besides it’s probably best if you stick around until hero here makes it through the night.” Orym flushed at the nickname with some of the group sharing small laughs and poking fun at him. They reluctantly agreed after some nagging from Orym and Fearne then introduced themselves to you before getting set up for bed. Final thank yous were sent your way as you took your own place on a couch in your main shop area, sleeping on and off through the night while checking on Orym.

When morning came you gave the group some look overs while primarily focusing on Orym. Your magic had helped kick start his bodies healing process well enough that he just had some fresh scars covering his chest. To say the group was grateful was an understatement as they tried to shove various forms of payment at you. Each you turned down kindly, not wanting payment for saving someone’s life using your last ditch effort. It was then that their automaton spoke up. “You said you travel a lot right?” He sounded similarly to Imogen but much more upbeat, his quirky little voice filling the shop as he wheeled in front of you. “Well why don’t you travel with us? You’re good with medicine and after the past couple days I think we could use a little more help, right guys?” Turning to his friends they looked between each other before nodding as if they were seeking validation before agreeing. “I don’t know,” You had never traveled with a group before not for lack of trying. A lot of adventures needed a heal machine that could patch them up for fights which, while it fit what you enjoyed doing, was not exactly what you were looking for. You didn’t want to be used for just your skill or magic so people could save a quick buck. “Why would you need another healer? You said you can heal FCG and you said Fearne could as well.” Crossing your arms you looked at them with a raised brow, waiting to see how they responded. “Well you are a lot moooore rational under stress,” Laudna played with her hair as she batted her eyes at you nervously. “And we would pay you of course, after all what kind of friends would we be if we didn’t split the cut?” She spoke as if it was common sense, everyone nodding in agreement. “Friends?” You asked mostly out of confusion. The cut of profits did sound appealing and would probably be a lot more money than what you had been doing a lot faster however you were still cautious. “I mean if we travel together we are friends or at least i'd like to be,” FCG wheeled between his friends as they gathered their things. “We could always not be friends but i don’t think that’d be very nice.” With seven set of eyes placed on you expectantly you could only sigh, “Fine, let me get my things then we can go. It might take a second, i’ve got a lot to sort through.” “We have a hole you can put it in!” Fearne said cheerfully as she reached into her cleavage. “You have a what?” Your alarm was silenced as she pulled out a black piece of fabric before placing it on the ground. As a show Ashton stuck his hammer into the hole before pulling it out, showing it was indeed a sort of pocket dimension for storing things. Despite the strangeness of the situation you complied with your new team, hoping this would not be the start of many more questionable decisions.

#cr orym #orym of the air ashari #orym x reader #critical role #critical role campaign 3 #cr 3 #i hope this finds you well friend

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demigoddessqueens · 8 months

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

🤣🤣😅 yes

Imogen

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

Chetney

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

Laudna

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

Fearne

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

Orym

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

Ashton

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

Dorian

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

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

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ellieanddinacanlitstabme · 10 days

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#ashley johnson #ellie williams #critical role #the last of us #cr fearne #ellie williams tlou #tlou #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams pictures #ellie x reader #candela obscura #blindspot

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danwhobrowses · 4 months

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Well fellow Callowmoores, it's almost 2024 and that will potentially be the year we see endgame of Campaign 3 - given how we've returned to the Bloody Bridge and likely intend to throw down on Ruidus and fight Predathos (somehow). Nevertheless, we're about halfway through our three week wait for another episode and since we're on the verge of intense and emotionally-charged battles ahead there'll probably be little time for romantic activity - little does not mean none, mind you - during it. Last time we had a wait like this I did a post on some underrated Callowmoore moments from the Shard Incident episodes, but since others have already wonderfully dissected the recent Feywild episodes' romantic moments I'm afraid I don't have much else to add to that. I do, however, have a bunch of mental scenarios that didn't come to be, or have yet to come to be in different contexts to how I previously thought them up. So I thought; it's the new year, why not indulge the artists and fanfic writers who can do a better job than I can with it?

So if you like some of these things, treat it as a free prompt; draw, write, flourish however you see fit, and have a Happy New Year!

If you kept reading after that awesome, I was a little worried the main thing would be a tldr situation, and still could be I didn't expect the bullets to be as long...they were actually even longer at first so not sorry but also sorry? I guess. But anyway, we know what you're here for so let's go.

Note: The scenarios were devised to keep me from suffering crippling doubt and mental shutdown between episodes so mostly they'll be fluffy and comfort-oriented than angsty.

As mentioned before, Fearne pickpocketing the Ashton doll Laudna made to practice talking to Ashton, building up to it or luring Ashton over. Ashton's awareness of the pickpocketing can grow too or they could simply allow it from the get-go "I let her take whatever she wants."

Dancing, low-hanging fruit maybe but always good for chaos, awkwardness, wingman activity, and high energy, but I'm talking folk dancing like in Titanic not ballroom dancing, that's not their or the Feywild's style

"I'll be the judge of that." specifically for when Ashton feels they're unlovable or doesn't deserve to be loved. There's also "Then I guess I'm crazy." and "You've always deserved it."

Pickpocketing one another has been their game, but I can't deny that the thought of Ashton making something for Fearne was highly appealing too, I had them make a bracelet from melted down jewelry and gems they had on them (plus a compartment with an Oleander seed and some water from the Feywild in it), imperfectly made but sturdy and still pretty. Bonus for Ashton reverse pickpocketing it onto her.

"You've always been perfect to me" is another one I mentioned before, I usually have Ashton say it (and sometimes post-Fearne taking the shard reiterate that Fearne keeps becoming more perfect in their eyes) but it can go either way.

Sleeping beside each other's a common one. Not even sexually, often it's for comfort, soothing pain/nightmares or reassuring each other, and - if Fearne hasn't disappeared beforehand leaving Ashton waking up feeling a comforting presence missing - usually not wanting to get out of bed the following morning.

Similar to the above is short rests in close quarters, a specific one is Ashton using their primordial earth powers to pull up a discrete wall for the group to hide behind and rest a little, melding into the actual wall to offer a polymorphed Fearne (a small fire lizard usually, sticking on Orym and Ashton's heads) more space so she can rest too, albeit very snugly and pressed against them - easy opening for kisses under the jawline btw.

Metaphorical but Ashton's reassurance of "You could never hurt me" regarding Fearne's primordial fire was used a bit, plus it aligns with the recent "I'll take my fire damage now" when they hugged Fearne.

Fearne being open to Ashton about her fears of being the dark version of herself, bonus quote "I don't know that person, she's not you, never will be, you're better."

Fearne pulling the Uno Reverse "The shard hurt, but knowing you were there made it hurt much less." and/or "Thank you for saving me."

Also similar to the one above are conversations post-Fearne taking the shard exploring newfound empathy for each other's (albeit more extreme) positions at Whitestone; Fearne experiencing the intensity of the shard's fire, and Ashton experiencing the dread of seeing Fearne in pain from it and being afraid to lose her.

"Whatever happens, promise you'll come back to me" is a pertinent one for the current setting too.

What is that? 1, 2...12! One for each month, there's of course more, some are simple low-hanging fruit or more detailed (no seriously I trimmed a lot of these bullet points down in detail) but for the sake of length we'll stop here. Once again, Happy New Year my fellow Critters and Callowmoores!

#critical role #cr campaign 3 #bells hells #fearne calloway #ashton greymoore #callowmoore #fearne x ashton #ashton x fearne #rockwild #taliesin jaffe #ashley johnson #trust me I have more but they are more specifically detailed or could go down very closely to how I imagine #we're talking true love's nat 20 stuff here and lava explosions etc.#I will cling to that 1% potential of mental scenarios happening every day of the week #and boy if it happens I will not be quiet about it #but if you're in the market for more detail for inspiration I could be persuaded #would've loved to see Ashton offer the Hishari Armor to Mori (to pay for failing the Communication trial) or have Fearne help destroy it #and we were quite close to them pulling a 'we'll protect ~your~ daughter' comment with Olly #whatever your ship is though we are all together in the prayer circle to keep Bells Hells safe #tag reader's bonus: I headcanon that post-awakening both Fearne and Ashton's bodies glow a little when they're flirting or feeling flushed

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railroad-migraine · 1 year

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

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

~ Poet

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

Ashton 💙

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

Chetney 💙

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

Dorian 💙

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

Fearne 💙

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

Imogen 💙

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

Laudna 💙

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

Orym 💙

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

BONUS: Lord Ariks Eshteross 💙

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

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