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critter-genfic-events · 1 month

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This week, we have nein lovely hair care fics! Come enjoy some tender love and care. Check them out under the cut, and as ever, comment or kudos if you like them!

Routine by RainyDayDecaf (2902,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Beau & Essek

A part of a series where tm9 find a feebleminded Essek, this fic features Beau cutting Essek's hair and giving him a sense of comfort no one was expecting

Reccer says: I adore this series in general, but this specific fic just hit all the right spots for me comfort wise.

won't you try to be kind to that wandering mind? by GrayintoGreen (2566,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Fearne & Laudna & Imogen

Fearne gets to have a little bit of girls-only bonding time with Imogen and Laudna

Reccer says: It's a great Fearne point of view, plus early campaign bonding time!

fate (is but dandruff) by Meridas (1794,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Mollymauk & Yasha

A newly resurrected Mollymauk and Yasha cut their hair together

Reccer says: It feels like healing

Shave and a Haircut (Two Bits) by MasterQwertster (1749,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Ashton Greymoore & Laudna

Laudna has a rock chisel in her hair and Ashton’s could use a… trim, for lack of a better term.

Reccer says: A fun look at taking care of crystal hair and friendship between Laudna and Ashton.

trimmed by Chanse (SpottedEnchants) (239,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Essek & Yasha

essek inspects the aftermath of yasha's help

Reccer says: It's short, sweet, and very poignant

there is no other version of this story by Otocyon (625,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Vex and Vax

Vex tries to talk to Vax

Reccer says: Lovely, lyrical and heartbreaking

With no Lapidary by Operafloozy (960,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings:

Ashton's hair requires a little extra work to take care of - much like the genasi himself

Reccer says: An interesting thought I never had before - if Ashton's hair is actually gemstones, how did he learn to take care of it?

Three Years, Six Beacons, Nein Braids by devil_seabird_king (ShaaKi) (1818,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Essek & Verin Thelyss

Verin visits Essek in prison, talks about the nein, and braids his hair

Reccer says: I liked it

tell me there's another song by yelenavasilyevna (7220,Mature) Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, discussion of child abuse (Caleb's backstory) Pairings: Astrid Becke/Caleb Widogast, Astrid Beck/Eadwulf Grieve

A post-canon character study about the newly appointed Master Astrid Becke. Astrid copes with the political and ethical horror show that Ikithon has left for her to clean up, while reconnecting with Bren as he teaches her his transmogrification spell. Uses haircutting and Astrid's hair as a framing device.

Reccer says: Class tension, Astrid on the assembly, Astrid in the memory prison rooms of the nein-sided tower, Astrid talking to students, Astrid and Eadwulf trying to be people after a lifetime of being weapons, Astrid and Caleb doing magic together, and gratuitous use of the title "Master Becke"

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And hey, anyone includes you!

Next week, we'll be featuring Pre-Campaign fics!

Then, it'll be Crashing A Party, Calamity Focused, and then Transformation!

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#critical role #critter genfic rec lists #gen fic #cr fan fic #hair care #the mighty nein #bells hells #vox machina #sorry for the late post!

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kabie-whump · 4 months

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Shiny Things (Whump Writing)

No one asked but I'm doing it anyway.

Summary: Ventis has been missing for a few days now. Onthyes and Shayah find pieces of him being sold in a market. Also includes a torture scene.

For those who haven't seen him before: Ventis is a draconic sorcerer and he has very pretty shiny scales that look just like gemstones. (I posted some art of him recently)

tw: torture (and mutilation but it's like,,, not super extreme)

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"Do these grow back?"

Ventis flinched away as an unseen finger tapped at the scales on his cheek. He made a muffled sound through the gag in his mouth, tugging on the chains that kept him bound to a table.

"Yes?" The hand fisted in his hair, forcing him to nod his head yes. "Or no?" His head was moved from side to side.

Ventis didn't know. He'd never lost any of his scales before. They were pretty firmly planted in his skin, like fingernails. He shrugged.

"Hm. I guess we'll find out."

Ventis's blood ran cold. He shivered, wishing he was wearing more than just his underclothes. Did his captor really mean what he thought they meant? He shook his head, trying his best to negotiate through the gag, but all that came out were muffled shouts.

"Come now. Don't be like that." The voice was sickeningly patronizing. If Ventis could see and speak he would have drowned it out with thunder by now, but his magic was useless at the moment. "I'll do it quickly. It might not even hurt."

There was no world in which Ventis could imagine having his scales pried off not hurting.

"Hold him still, please."

Ventis hadn't been aware that there were others in the room, but a pair of strong hands clamped down on him, one on his stomach and one on his thigh. The familar hand of his captor touched the cluster of scales that gathered on his hipbone.

"I'll take them from here, on the off-chance that they don't grow back. Wouldn't want to ruin your pretty face, now would I? It's a shame we have to keep you gagged. I'd love to hear you thanking me."

A cold blade touched Ventis's skin. He tensed, unable to hold back a soft whimper.

The sensation was strange at first; an intense pressure on his hip that made him clench his fists and inhale sharply. Then, it hurt.

Searing pain tore through Ventis's body and he cried out, doubling his efforts to twist away from the knife that was working its way under a scale and prying at it. The hands held tighter; painful grips on his skin that would surely leave bruises, but those little marks were the least of his worries.

Luckily, Ventis wasn’t out of tricks yet. The blindfold and gag kept him from casting spells intentionally, but they didn’t drain the storm from his veins. His vision flashed white as pure energy surged from his core into the hands on his body, and he was rewarded with the sound of his tormentors yelping and cursing as they let go of him.

For a moment all was quiet except for the labored breaths of Ventis and the others.

Then, “We’ll need rubber gloves. I’ll be back.”

✧.* A few days later ✧.*

Onthyes knew these stones.

They were unmistakable. He'd spent enough time staring at Ventis's face when he thought the genasi wouldn't notice to know the otherworldly shine of his scales, the way they reflected light so bright and so colorful that their party had to turn down any stealth mission that came their way. He'd always thought that they were beautiful, that they made Ventis look like the treasure he was.

What were they doing on the table of a market stall, cut and set into gold jewelery?

Onthyes found himself stuck, horrified, staring at them and praying that he was mistaken.

"Interested, young man?" The merchant was an average looking old man, nothing particularly malicious about his appearance, but appearances could be decieving.

"Where did you get these?" Onthyes asked, unable to hide the slight tremor in his voice.

"These stones are incredibly rare. One of a kind, really. I'd rather keep the name of my supplier private."

Onthyes shot a look to Shayah, who was just wandering over from another stall holding a fresh bundle of arrows.

"What's got you so spooked, blondie?" Shayah was tucking the arrows into her quiver, not yet noticing the object of Onthyes's attention.

"Look," Onthyes muttered, gesturing at the array of jewelery on the table.

"Mm, yeah. Pretty. Not really my thing though."

"No. Look."

Shayah got closer, squinting at the gems. Onthyes silently prayed that she wouldn't see what he saw - that she would assure him that he was just paranoid. He'd been plenty paranoid ever since Ventis disappeared.

"Shit," Shayah whispered.

Onthyes's heart dropped. He really hadn't wanted to be right.

"You made these?" Shayah asked the merchant, her once-cheerful voice suddenly hardening.

The merchant nodded, wide eyed.

"Where'd you get the stones?"

"My supplier wishes to remain anonymous. Now please, lower your voice."

She slammed her fist on the table, the jewelry hopping and jingling. The merchant flinched, supressing a squeak.

"Talk," Shayah growled, "or I'll really start making a scene."

The merchant talked.

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Part 2

#oc #original character #whump #dnd ocs #whump tropes #whump writing #dnd whump #ventis whump #ventis collection #nonhuman whumpee #whump community #ventisposting #ventis

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masterqwertster · 23 days

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For the Hurt/Comfort Subclass prompts, either... Battlerager Barbarian oooor Trickery Cleric for Ashton and FCG~?

Ended up doing a smidge of both in a Volition Mission Gone a Bit Wrong AU Battlerager Barbarian: Doing something that in retrospect was a very bad idea in a desperate attempt to help them. Trickery Cleric: They’ve been lying and saying it doesn’t bother them for just a little too long.

Ashton doesn’t regret what he did. How could he, when it saved Grass’s life?

So no, they don’t regret digging deep into those immense wells of ancient and mysterious power lying within them to make their own miracle to steal the aeormaton back from death. Not when there are no gods on Ruidus to grant a miracle or even fucking help just a little bit. Fuck, Ashton told Evontra’vir that they’d stomp on Fate, they wouldn’t bow to it, so of fucking course they’d bull their way through Fate to take back their friend. Fuck the consequences.

But Ashton would be lying if he claimed the resulting consequences of digging deep aren’t freaking him the fuck out.

They can’t revert to their genasi form. Ashton has tried and tried, but the most they’ve gotten is that condensed gemstone form that is supposed to shatter back into a genasi, only now it shatters as their larger elemental shape bursts forth once more. And that has to mean fucking something. Ashton just hopes to fuck that it doesn’t mean they’re going to be lost to their powers like so many of the other Hells have to worry about. They don’t feel like they’re losing themself to anything, like any part of what makes Ashton Ashton is missing or consumed. But it’s undeniable that something has changed within them in a way that can’t be put back to how it was before.

Yet Ashton has been telling the others that he’s okay. Because he is. His chronic pain is gone (it doesn’t feel real. He doesn’t feel real). He’s so fucking strong in his more titanous form, stronger than he’s ever been. He can burrow through earth, leaving a tunnel for others to use if he wants, and sense the vibrations and shape of the earth around him, which is so fucking useful when they’re all fucking around underground here on Ruidus. Why wouldn’t Ashton be just fine with this form being permanent?

So what if he stands out in a crowd more than ever, towering and hulking as he is now? Does it matter if he’s scared that the next bit of battle rage magic will become permanent too? Or maybe worse, leave him forever randomly cycling through its different forms? Surely it’s not a problem that he’s so fucking scared that this isn’t permanent and how the return to his old self will drop him to the godsdamned floor at the worst moment possible?

Ashton is fine. They just need a little space. That’s why they’ve burrowed themself a little nook in the Volition’s base that’s just big enough to fit them without sinking into stone with a small, unobtrusive entryway that they don’t actually fit through, providing them with air while leaving them cozily (what others might call claustrophobically) surrounded by earth.

Ashton is fine. (Maybe he’ll believe that if he repeats it enough times)

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When Fresh Cut Grass overhears some of the Volition members fearfully talking about slight tremors in the tunnels, they know they’ve finally found a clue as to where Ashton has hidden himself away.

It takes a few pointed questions and some half-believed reassurances that he can get the tremors to stop for FCG to get actual directions to where he needs to go.

The tremors in the tunnel he’s been directed to hardly seem to be worth the fuss the Ruidians were making of it. They’re enough of a rumble to be felt, but they barely rattle FCG. Hardly the kind of thing to herald an imminent collapse of the tunnels. But maybe little tremors like this are bad when you’re fully underground? Or maybe the Ruidian’s understand such tremors as heralds of bigger things to come, or of a burrowing creature’s approach?

Regardless, Fresh Cut Grass knows it’s nothing he needs to fear. After all, he can already see the small cave entrance filled with jade stone.

Heading over on a slightly wobbling wheel, FCG crouches just the slightest bit to fit into the little entryway. They reach out a metallic hand and lightly place it on… whatever part of Ashton is in front of them (FCG thinks it might be a leg, but they’re not sure).

Ashton flinches.

It has Fresh Cut Grass pulling his hand back like when a flesh person touches a hot stove. He knows Ashton said their new form doesn’t hurt like what he felt in their head months (or is it just over one month) ago. That it doesn’t hurt at all. But Ashton has been trying so hard lately to be someone the rest of Bells Hells doesn’t need to worry about, to be a strong pillar of support the rest of them can lean on, so FCG can’t help but doubt just how true that is in this moment.

FCG supposes they’ll have a chance to reconfirm that in second, as rock scrapes and grinds as Ashton shifts and moves to bring his face into view of the entryway.

“Grass?” Ashton asks, something quiet and tremulous in his voice. There’s damp streaks down his face originating at his glowing, slit eyes.

“Smiley day, Ashton,” they reply, their own voice going soft. Fresh Cut Grass… doesn’t quite know where they want to start this conversation, so they say the first thing to come to mind, “You were givin’ the locals a bit of a scare, shaking the ground like you did.”

Ashton winces, and honestly, FCG can feel himself doing the same because that is not how they wanted to open this up at all. It only gets worse as Ashton starts to pull back, probably about to slide away into the earth where no one here can follow. But FCG manages to get a grip on one of the spikes of stone protruding from Ashton’s shoulders, and it’s enough to make them still and stay.

“That’s not– It’s just how I managed to find ya, seeing as I’m tapped for magic an’ you made your own hidey-hole here,” Fresh Cut Grass lamely explains, earning a silent, wary nod in response.

“If… if you want me to leave, I will. But I wanted to thank you, again, for bringing me back, and to let you know I’m here, if you want to talk about it. ‘Cause I know you’re not doing as okay as you’re sayin’,” FCG steadily plows on, hand slowly stretching forward to cup a large cheek and thumb through a tear trail.

A shaky breath escapes Ashton as they lean into Fresh Cut Grass’s hand, another tear sliding down as they close their eyes.

“...I’m so fucking scared, Letters. I don’t know what all this fucking means, or when the other fucking shoe is going to drop. And I’m so fucking scared it’s going to get one or all of you killed,” they quietly confess, more tears falling loose.

“Oh, Ashton,” Fresh Cut Grass murmurs, getting their friend’s face in both hands and pressing their foreheads together. They can feel the small tremors transferring from stone to metal.

“It’s gonna be okay. We promised to look out for each other, you and me, and all of Bells Hells together. We don’t leave anyone behind, and we pull each other back when we need to. We’re not goin’ anywhere. I’m not goin’ anywhere,” FCG reassures them.

Arms of stone move through the walls around Fresh Cut Grass to pull him in. In a moment, FCG finds himself encircled by the stony form of his friend in whatever space they carved out for themself. The tremors of muffled sobs rattling through his chassis as bulky arms tighten further around him until the metal starts to groan and he shifts just a little uncomfortably.

“It’s gonna be okay. I’m here,” Fresh Cut Grass whispers, returning the hug as much as he can.

#MQ&A #subclass hurt/comfort prompt #MQfic #ashton greymoore #fcg

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bubblyernie · 10 months

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Can we get more Milo and Charlie lore? I just like em a lot.

YES ABSOLUTELY YUH HUH!!!!! this is about to be so long I might break tumblrs post word limit

So I have a few drawings in my queue that relate to lore, but I'll do my best to like cover most things ;w;

Okay as an OVERVIEW, Milo and Charlie were two characters I made as like throwaway designs because I wanted to try the concept of a marble statue earth genasi muse for a charcoal earth genasi artist. Which was this. Also toyed with the idea of heavy heavy heavy bod mods because you know how statues break or have unfinished parts.

Cut to my DM wanting to run a 13 episode miniseries for our campaign as a prequel in a bard-reskinned-strixhaven (so. art school. instead of wizards, its bards) and I was like oh I could play the earth genasi artist I have because the bard school is like all types of art (martial, visual, music, performance, culinary, and written). I ended up going with Milo rather than Charlie because I always imagined the marble one being more brash and jockish, which balanced the party more.

Long story short, redesign after redesign and I made him who he is rn — bod mods everywhere, the BIGGEST doofus, the ultimate bare minimum burn out student doing pot out their dorm window energy. He's such a people person (bard of valor lessgooo) and basically is the most 90s anti-bullying punk ever. Char's his boyfriend, he's there also but as an NPC

OKAY LORE TIME

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Milo's actually two years younger than Charlie is so lets start with him. He's intersex and also trans — trying to skirt around tumblrs censorship here but — so born with female and male reproductive organs. Presented more femme (kinda tomboyish though) before growing more comfortable with a male identity maybe like right before getting into this bard college. FUN FACT: I originally based his design off two different statues — The Venus De Milo (....Milo Venn Mason) and Sleeping Hermaphroditus. Milo's also, like the Venus De Milo, 6'8" tall.

Charlie's also transgender, T4T lol, but does present more androgynous than Milo does just because he likes the style. Always been kinda quiet and reserved but he's actually really quite blunt, like has a snarkier tone to him than people would expect — and though Milo is more vocal with standing up for himself, Charlie is also just as ready to knock someone's teeth out but he's doesn't like causing a stir hsdfjhkkdfjk

Physiology is one of my favourite topics with dnd. So Milo and Char are both genasi, NOT constructs — I had this debate with the whole marble statue business. So there's other elements in there. Milo's like an abandoned statue, he grows moss and mildew when he's sad, it comes out of the cracks in his head (we'll get to that) and his piercing holes. He's also....all clay on the inside. Throat ends at the neck, no idea whats passed that, magic probably. He bleeds and blushes terracotta. Charlie on the other hand is solid diamond. Charcoal/carbon outside, but if he gets a scratch, it scrapes off the top layer and reveals diamond — that's actually the case with his fingernails. And Eyes. And Teeth. He's hot running too...charcoal and all. Charcoal Cinders... (I also find this fun, and there's a comic in the works of this, that Milo is softer than Char despite being brasher, its just the density and hardness of the rocks. I was interested in the Mohs scale and gemstones as a kid so....marble<diamond) like if Milo punched a cinder block, his hand would shatter, but if Charlie punched it, his condensed ball of brooding would scuff that thing)

This is so silly and kinda gross but that meme of like "......what if stones are soft but harden when we touch them" is what I think these two rocks are like. Because they have to move and function for yknow. logic and game mechanics and stuff. So I think Milo and Charlie feel like semi-hard modelling paste when they're not in "rock" mode. Like firm muscle or dense clay. Milo "Rock Hard" Mason, as my discord name was for a while

Backstory wise there's not much. They had pretty standard childhoods (didn't write that part yet oops). Met up in the bard school, first year Milo did a tat for Charlie (and lob enlargements, which they both have) and Charlie did Milo's tramp stamp. Anyway both were like :3c and thus, dating.

OKAY also trauma because...everyone needs a little bit. So Milo is/used to be a cheerleader — bard of Valor, yknow — and there's this whole...thing. I'm gonna post an excerpt from me raving to my friend about this but "milo's like sooo comfortable with being adequate. like he straight up said right before his exam his roommate was like "youll do great!" and hes all "well im not aiming for great, im aiming for passable!" because like...burnout and also hes surrounded by really snobbish and exemplary bards, its like a top notch school and he doesnt like how all that kinda gets to peoples heads. Plus he's really really heavy yknow, made of rock, so one time in a martial training soemone flung him and hes like OH GOD IVE NEVER BEEN ON TOP OF THE PYRAMID HELP!!, basically like the "yes im at the bottom of the pyramid, but thats because everyone needs someone to support them, and also its an essential part of the formation. I like being supportive even if it means i dont do anything glorious". All that is to say, he was at the bottom of a pyramid, someone on top of him fell, fell on him, his head hid the ground and he was just missing 1/4th of his head. I don't remember if my comic of this posted yet, I don't think it did.

So yes. Basically. Milo's got a massive crack in his head/missing half his face because of a horrible head injury. Charlie probably had like a 3 day long anxiety stomach ache about it. He's fine now. Also the unfinished face is because there's not enough clay to put that back together yet (matter cant come from nothing) — his chest being unfinished is irrelevant. He was just doing top surgery at home, got bored, and didn't finish that half.

I think that's about all I have at the moment for them together!!

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Trivia fun facts!!

Milo's adopted. He has three moms, they're all tieflings. Charlie's got a bio dad and step dad, one looks pretty much just like him, the other is a satyr

Milo's 6'8" and while Charlie looks short as hell in comparison, he's actually 6'

Milo's tattoo guide — includes my fave Flete Puellae (Latin for "Cry, girls!", taken from Roman graffiti "Weep, you girls. My penis has given you up. Now it penetrates men’s behinds. Goodbye, wondrous femininity!"

Milo's missing an index finger because he tried doing knuckle tattoos

Milo's more 80s British punk, Charlie is more 90s-2000s grunge/scene/Harajuku

Charlie, and Im debating on this, might be part bard part wizard. Scribes if anything.

Charlie smudges everything he touches.

Milo's expertise is in deception because if he wants to blend in, he just strikes a pose, nude, in the school courtyard. He's a nude model for the life drawing courses so it's actually not that absurd for him.

Charlie calls Milo "Mo", short for Mosiac. Milo calls Charlie...Charlie. everyone else has to call him Charcoal.

Even though they transitioned, I think they would use the same names as given — both are fairly neutral in terms of gender. Charlie may have gone by Cindy before (Charcoal CINDers). And again, both are kinda loosely goosey with how they present anyways

Charlie plays the shawm, Milo plays drums. In modern day, Milo used to play guitar (not anymore, oops there goes his finger) and drums. Bards!!

Moss beard (30 years in the future probably)

#sunshan draws #earth genasi #dnd #dungeons and dragons #character illustration #illustration #fantasy #sketch #digital art #digital painting #digital sketch #art #doodles #oc #ocs #concept art #character design #charcoal #milo

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simplysparrow14 · 2 years

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I just really like the fact that Fearne, very feely and unabashedly, thinks that Ashton is beautiful. Fearne has already shown to be outspoken creature; what pops into her head is most likely going to come rolling off her tongue at any second and as such, what she thinks of you is going to be the honest truth.

And because of that, what she says to Ashton is genuine.

She's said it three times (technically four if we're going to count "I don't see hell."---"Hell to some, Heaven to others." ) now that Ashton (and by association the things around Ashton) is beautiful.

Once when he was speaking on his history with Hexum and the Nobodies, the other when speaking about his sparkling opal head-wound.

"I think you're sort of beautiful." -> About him, specifically.

"It's just very pretty." -> About their head-opal.

the last being when Fearne peered into Ashton's opal and called the energy swirling around inside beautiful and calm. (I apologies if I got this wrong; I don't live-watch the episodes. I usually wait till Monday to watch. What I know comes from live-bloggers)

Ashton is beautiful to fearne. Fearne, a fauness woman who comes from, arguably, the most beautiful place within the Exandrian planes of existance. She comes from the feywild, a dream-like world filled with animals dripping flowers and vegetation, sayters and dryads and fae creatures who have lived for centuries; High War Queens and Archfey and mushroom sprites. Centuries-old forests and color changing grass feilds.

And yet, it's the foul-mouth, rude, crass rock man-thing with purple gemstone hair, green skin, a milk-white eye, and a partially cracked skull with a sparking opal and gold scars that she finds beautiful. That she finds the most intriguing.

They're real in the sense that there's nothing influencing their appearance or personality. With the feywild, yes its beautiful and fearne truly loves her home for what it is, but it's the magic that gives it its strangeness.

Everything she's seen in the feywild doesn't compare to the uniqueness of Ashton Greymoore. They're crass, rude, lacking any sort of emotional-nuance; they speak their mind however they see fit, not nessisarly caring how people react to them (unless it's Hexum or FCG). They have a hard time trusting and making friends, and everywhere they go, they go with a pessimistic view of the world, as if one wrong step in any direction will result in some sort of bad thing happening to them.

The amount of years Ashton has (supposedly) had to watched others around them get adopted or taken someplace better than Greymoore has filled them with enough bitterness to last several lifetimes, and the years since the nobodies abandoned them for dead has turned their heart cold.

He lies, he steals, he cheats, he curses. He’s everything that a well-off (supposedly) royal-born feywild woman should not want to be associated with.

And yet this 6'3'' fey women dripping in botanical flowers and covered in stolen knick-knacks, who's constantly being told she's gorgeous and intriguing and exotic, who pals around with a monkey that breaths fire, thinks that the punk-earth-genasi kid from the streets who hobos'it around their friend Milo's home in Krook House is beautiful.

She likes him for who he is. Even if he can’t see it clearly right now.

#ashton x fearne #fearne x ashton #Rockwild #callowmoore #critical role #critical role spoilers #critical role campaign 3 spoilers

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marmett · 29 days

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some other dnd OC concepts i have:

ione, warforged druid. was left to rust on a battlefield after being severely damaged, but was overgrown w/ plants that filled in her broken parts so she could move again.

ari, gnome fire genasi artificer. raised by their single, gnome father, and the only item they have of their mother is a gemstone from the elemental plane of fire. at 4'5" theyre also big as hell for a gnome. not prepared to have to look up at everyone when they leave the gnommune for the first time.

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railroad-migraine · 2 years

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Hi! I wanted to submit this to you it may be a little self indulgent but you are one of my favorite writers and I need my confort.

So headcanons (or whatever you feel doing) for C3 x Druid!reader, them on a idyllic meadow with a lake, chilling, cuddling and the reader making flower crowns or putting flowers on them while they feel asleep under a tree… you can write whatever comes to your mind for each one really those are just some ideas😊

-🌱🫖

Welcome 🌱🫖 anon 🥺 This was a very soft idea, very self indulgent. I don't normally dish out requests so soon after they've been recieved, but I had to bump it up my queue list

~ Poet

Druid!S/O's Day Out Date

Ashton 💙

You're only there five minutes before Ashton flops down to lay out in the sun, starfished on the ground as he begins to soak up the rays. I've mentioned this before, but some earth genasis react to heat the same way a rock does - in this case, Ashton's skin slowly begins to prickle with warmth the longer they lie there. A living heat stone. This is the best opportunity you'll get to sneak up and curl into their side for a cuddle and a snooze.

Shrugs off their jacket and rolls up their trouser legs and sets their boots and gear to the side. He's holding your hand to keep him you balanced as you both wade barefoot in the shallows of the lake. You find pretty pebbles and common gemstone debris, smoothed glass chips of wine bottles from fey dinner parties hundreds of years ago. He pockets every fragment he comes across, each a little reminder of this place and time spent with you.

Will most definitely push you into the water, practically cackles when you resurface. Your clothes are drenched, soaked to the bone and clinging to your skin, but they will happily kiss you deeply when you pull them in after you. Try not to imagine them picking you up and twirling you around effortlessly - they're a strong boi, he can do it no problem. Eventually, he settles you down carefully, grinning so freely and genuinely, mirroring your own expression.

Chetney 💙

He was immediately drawn to the idea of fishing in the nearby lake. Or I should say, Chetney tried one attempt at fishing, and failed miserably to catch anything. He ended up kneeling by the bank with his hands dipping into the water while he watches his elusive ex-prey swim within the crystal clear lake. He's pouting as they flicker by, but secretly likes the sun on the back of his neck and the coolness of the water. It's more bearable a tease when you pat his shoulder and murmur reassuring words.

Hums and sings softly while he works away with a carving he brought with him, his voice carried on the breeze as it ruffles your clothes. He's no bard - far from it - but he finds a comfortable range in familiar lyrics, and it's all you need while the creak bubbles and the trees creak contentedly.

While you settle down at the base of your new favourite tree, a journal or spell book or novel in hand, your faithful gnome scuttles around in a circle on all fours, getting himself comfy, before nuzzling his head in your lap. After barely tracing his forehead with a finger and scritching him behind the ears, he's fully conked out, fast asleep and snoring.

Dorian 💙

Give this man a bottle of sparkling wine and a flower crown, stat. He's come prepared with a makeshift picnic in his pack - cheeses, cured meats, fruit, crusty bread, cream and chocolate and whatever else you may desire. Dorian knows what you like and how to make it, and does it especially well when it's dessert related. Manages to forget a blanket to sit on, but happily spreads out his cape across the vibrant grass instead.

You bet your butt he's brought his instruments to serenade you as the sun goes down, inking the watercolour sky with blues, reds, oranges, pinks and purples. His face is warm under your gaze, his fingers catching strings on his lute or gasping for breath on his flute, a bit nervous. But you barely notice. How could you when the moment is so perfect and he keeps looking at you like that?

Holds out his hand to you, sighs a smile when you take it, gently pulls you close and slowly begins to sway to the music that nature provides. He twirls you around when birds flock overhead. You return the favour as leaves crunch underfoot. He bows like the gent he is and kisses your knuckles just as the light begins go dim.

Fearne 💙

It's initially a bit chaotic, I'm not gonna lie. You both enter you secret clearing, hand in hand as Fearne begins to ooh and ahh at the picturesque scene ahead. The moment is then disturbed by Little Mister screeching and scrambling up one of the large oak trees. You and the faun have to coo reassuringly at him once he scales to the top, suddenly afraid of his newfound height.

Once he's back on the ground though, it's such a lovely day. She begins picking flowers and berries growing on the outskirts of the glade, and organises them into separate pouches (toxic and non toxic - please don't let her mix up which one is which) for later shenanigans. You don't think she can talk to plants, but she claims that the red clovers won't stop gushing about how perfect you are.

Provides the most amazing cuddles once her curiosity towards the flora has been sated. Both of you being druids, together you fashion delicate pillows of flowers and leaves, a blanket in case the sun sets too soon. She's soft and strong as she holds you close, your nose in her hair - ticklish, perhaps, but worth it when she smells of rain and fire and magic.

Imogen 💙

She brings this massive sun hat with a brim that keeps flopping over her face and accidentally covering her eyes. Imogen huffs and says it's more of a hindrance than helpful, but she's literally so cute that you duck under it to give her unexpected surprise kisses throughout the day. She stammers every time but always melts just as you move away.

She gets freckles on her shoulders and legs as she spends the day in soft sunlight with you, enjoying the peace and quiet your hideaway offers. She can finally breathe and hear herself think, your thoughts sometimes bleeding in with hers - not overwhelming, but welcome. She has a book to read, flicking through chapter after chapter with ease for the first time in what feels like ever. The isolation is a welcome sensation, the absence of her headaches unusual but a gift.

Begins to read out loud when you move to sit behind her, arms curling around her middle and perching your chin on her shoulder. She muffles a laugh when you absentmindedly place a kiss to her skin there, especially if she's reciting a chapter from the romance novel. She shies away at some of the cheesier scenes, and is reassured by your combined comments and thoughts, but inevitably sets the book down in favour of the wonderful person beside her.

Laudna 💙

The flowing layered grey skirt with frills at the hem that she chose today is specially worn for you this occasion. She slips off her shoes and swings them gently by the ribbons as she walks ahead of you, the grounding of the soil and grass beneath her feet, the softness of the skirt's material swaying about her legs, and the warmth of the sun on her face is delightful. She's basically glowing and feels alive and new. It makes your heart happy to see your favourite person in your favourite place.

Adores cloud watching. Despite her seemingly frail form, she drags you along to a lovely patch of grass and urges you to lie down, and she follows you after to lay her head on your shoulder. She begins to point out and speculate shapes overhead, naming creatures and characters you've never heard of before but so terribly wish to get to know. You both combine your cloud shapes and act out their stories before they drift away.

She feels like a princess with her druid lover in such a secluded paradise. You're braiding flowers into her hair in the shade (she burns easily) while she chatters away with Pâté and Sashimi in her lap. Once you tap her shoulders and signal you're finished your work, she skips over to the water to admire her reflection before pressing a giggly kiss to your mouth.

Orym 💙

Flower power couple ;^; Orym is weaving you such beautiful floral arrangements worthy of winning pageants, tucking them into your hair, behind your ear, about your collar and wrists as you struggle to keep up with him. He's got such a natural affinity for flower crowns and daisy chains in particular, despite not being an avid magic user. The tips of his ears burn crimson when you place your own crown upon his head, brushing stray locks of hair from his face tenderly as you do so.

Didn't plan to bring a picnic, but brought leftover pie slices from breakfast wrapped in parchment to share. The pastry is flaky, tastier than it was when it was first served that morning. You both fill your canteens and wineskins from a little nearby stream, the water tasting clean and finer than any ale to cleanse your palate. It's a simple bite to eat, but when you're surrounded by such luscious green land, you can't help but feel like you've been spoiled by a feast.

Promises you that he's not tired, even when his eyelids begin to feel heavy and he is trying to hold back a yawn. It's only late afternoon, but you know it's been an eventful day. He tucks himself into your side, adamant on staying awake, but you're warm and soft and he works so hard and stays on guard all the time... closing his eyes might do him some good. Soon enough, you've got a quietly snoring halfling gripping onto your side, his forehead pressed to your ribs. You let him rest as you enjoy the peace of your secret meadow, and you swear you feel his hand gently squeeze your own in thanks.

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cullendrawss · 1 year

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BIG POST INCOMING

on god cannot remember if i ever posted my grad project here?? So here it is (again?)

I illustrated my most recent DnD party as my graduation project, loosely inspired by the CritRole character portraits.

Here’s Dv’ein - Half Elf, Half Dwarf, Earth Genasi, Druid

Fen - Half Elf, Water Genasi, Wizard

Dagger - Half Elf, Warlock

I printed a whole book with the development process of these designs (and i graduated with full marks lmao) Here’s almost all of the progress of: LABYRINTH!

all the development of Dagger, my character. I wanted the connection to her patron, Baphomet, to be visible in her design, and I wanted her to look more like a Rogue than a Warlock just to add some extra confusion. She was originally inspired by Jinx as she is Chaotic Evil, but kind of developed her own mind as soon as we started playing. Yes, it was dramatic. Yes, I’m obsessed with her.

Her tat is her arcane focus, its ground up gemstone. It glows when she casts spells.

The progress on Fen, our beloved soft hearted water boy. He was supposed to look a little pirate-y while still gving off Wizard vibes, and to the dismay of every artist, his first couple layers of clothing are perpetually wet.

The goldfish in his hair are called Left and Right and always switch places.

Dv’ein the Rock. That’s actually his Circle title, we are not kidding lmao. He’s the only one who really looks like the class he’s supposed to be, very Druid-y, a hermit, headstrong and firm in his beliefs.

He carries his staff - also his spellcasting focus - everywhere, as a map is engraved in it which documents his travels and attempts to find the other half of his extended family somewhere in their remote living place.

This is not directly Baphomet, but more a vessel for him which we fought at the end of the session. For the sake of my using this as my final grade project, I zhushed him up a bit and made him look more like the actual Fiend.

THAT’S IT! This is the cover I made for the book I printed to accompany my presentation. Took so fucking long. Nearly killed me. Bon appetit.

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #oc #dnd oc #dungeons and dragons oc #dnd party #dnd campaign #warlock #wizard #druid #homebrew campaign #critical role #dnd commissions #dnd commission #my art

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dungeonmastertyrant · 2 months

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Earth Genasi

Mordenkainen Presents: Monsters of the Multiverse

Tracing their ancestry to the genies of the Elemental Planes, each Genasi can tap into the power of one of the elements. Air, earth, fire, and water — these are the four pillars of the Material Plane and the four types of Genasi. Some Genasi are direct descendants of a genie, while others were born to non-Genasi parents who lived near a place suffused by a Genie’s magic.

A typical Genasi has a life span of 120 years

Tracing their ancestry to Dao, the Genies of the Elemental Plane of Earth, earth Genasi inherit Dao’s steadfast strength and control over earth.

An Earth Genasi’s skin can be the colors of stone and earth or a human skin tone with glittering sparkles like gem dust. Some Earth Genasi have lines marking their skin like cracks, either showing glimmering gemlike veins or a dim, yellowish glow. Earth Genasi hair can appear carved of stone or crystal or resemble strands of spun metal.

Ability Score Increase. When determining your character’s ability scores, increase one score by 2 and increase a different score by 1, or increase three different scores by 1. You can't raise any of your scores above 20.

Creature Type. You are a Humanoid.

Size. You are Medium or Small. You choose the size when you select this race.

Speed. Your walking speed is 30 feet.

Darkvision. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light and in darkness as if it were dim light. You discern colors in that darkness only as shades of gray.

Earth Walk. You can move across difficult terrain without expending extra movement if you are using your walking speed on the ground or a floor.

Merge with Stone. You know the Cantrip Blade Ward. You can cast it as normal, and you can also cast it as a bonus action a number of times equal to your proficiency bonus, regaining all expended uses when you finish a long rest.

Starting at level 5, you can cast Spell Pass Without Trace with this trait, without requiring a material component. Once you cast that spell with this trait, you can’t do so again until you finish a long rest. You can also cast it using any spell slots you have of 2nd level or higher.

Intelligence, Wisdom, or Charisma is your spellcasting ability for these spells when you cast them with this trait (choose when you select this race).

Languages. Your character can speak, read, and write Common and one other language that you and your DM agree is appropriate for the character.

Elemental Evil Player's Companion

Those who think of other planes at all consider them remote, distant realms, but planar influence can be felt throughout the world. It sometimes manifests in beings who, through an accident of birth, carry the power of the planes in their blood. The Genasi are one such people, the offspring of genies and mortals.

As an Earth Genasi, you are descended from the cruel and greedy Dao, though you aren’t necessarily evil. You have inherited some measure of control over earth, reveling in superior strength and solid power. You tend to avoid rash decisions, pausing long enough to consider your options before taking action.

Elemental earth manifests differently from one individual to the next. Some Earth Genasi always have bits of dust falling from their bodies and mud clinging to their clothes, never getting clean no matter how often they bathe. Others are as shiny and polished as gemstones, with skin tones of deep brown or black, eyes sparkling like agates. Earth Genasi can also have smooth metallic flesh, dull iron skin spotted with rust, a pebbled and rough hide, or even a coating of tiny embedded crystals. The most arresting have fissures in their flesh, from which faint light shines.

Ability Score Increase. Your Constitution score increases by 2, and your Strength score increases by 1.

Age. Genasi mature at about the same rate as humans and reach adulthood in their late teens. They live somewhat longer than humans do, 120 years.

Alignment. Independent and self-reliant, Genasi tend toward a neutral alignment.

Size. Genasi are as varied as their mortal parents but are generally built like humans, standing anywhere from 5 feet to over 6 feet tall. Your size is Medium.

Speed. Your base walking speed is 30 feet.

Earth Walk. You can move across difficult terrain made of earth or stone without expending extra movement.

Merge with Stone. You can cast the Spell Pass without Trace once with this trait, requiring no material components, and you regain the ability to cast it this way when you finish a long rest. Constitution is your spellcasting ability for this spell.

Languages. You can speak, read, and write Common and Primordial. Primordial is a guttural language, filled with harsh syllables and hard consonants.

#dnd races #genasi

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lusifernocturne · 8 months

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City of Atolla

The City of Atolla is a city-state located on the Eastern coast of Lothian.

Size: City with around 24,000 within the walls and surrounding farmland.

Attitude toward Travelers: Fairly welcoming.

Attitude toward Players: Neutral/a little nerves

Architectural Style: Tudor

Visual features and quirks: Lots of sea glass and pretty smooth stones, dirt roads despite being a city, a large cave system, massive coral reef nearby, and the ocean quickly gets super deep.

Prominent buildings: Council building, meeting house/city hall, 3 guildhalls, 1 large temple to multiple gods, 1 large temple to the god of the sea, a druid's grove in the nearby forest, and a public arena(with a strict no kill policy for fights)

Majority Race (or melting pot): Melting pot, but has a high concentration of draconic races(kolbolds, half dragons, dragonborns, and even dragons) and outer races(Tieflings, Aasimar, Genasi, ect.). Low number of humans.

Common language(s): Common, Aquan, and Draconic are most common. Abyssal, Celestial, Infernal, Sylvan, and the other elemental languages are fairly common.

Economy Major trade in the city? Yes.

Major exports: Elemental Crystal / Ore(water and lightning), fish, sea based gemstones, spices, local flora, and lumber.

Major imports: Adamantine, Furs, Inks, granite, dyes, incense, exotic meats, and supplies for farming, fishing, and mining.

Overall wealth: Fairly high

Taxation: Normally fair, but if the city is majorly damaged by a storm it can get kinda high until everything is fixed.

Leader(s): The Council of Atolla

Police/Guards and Crime: Decent amount of guards and they mainly deal with petty crimes(thieving and vandalism). But there are still murders and such on occasion. The biggest problem is the gnolls that attack the outlying farms.

Crime rate: Between Medium and Low

Can they be bribed? No really, it'd be a very hard thing to do.

How organized are they? How well-trained? How strict are they? Fairly well organized, pretty well trained, and semi strict.

Primary god(s): Mostly worship Abelus Saloninus but also worship The Phoenix Queen, The Raven Queen, Mask, and Pan.

Culture Unique traditions? Pray before ship travel. If a crew is going on a long voyage they hold a gathering at the harbor to set off the crew with food and well wishes.

Important holidays?

They participate in the Festival of Pan from the 1st- 7th of First Seed. The Day of Tricks on the 31st of Harvestmere. Festival of the Ancestors in Wintermarch form the 20th to th 22nd.

The only fully unique event is The Festival of Atolla during the last week of Highsun(aka the last 9 days, from the 22nd to the 30th) to celebrate their independence from the Cloud Empire.

Factions

Guardians of the Vaults

A major merchant's guild with plenty of members but few bases/guildhalls. It's main focus is to help new merchants set up and help one another grow through trade and tips.

Allies: Shiphaulers

Rivals: None

Shiphaulers

Otherwise known as the sailor's guild, it is a decent sized group made up of those who spend much time on the seas.

Allies: Guardians of the Vaults

Rivals: Hallowed Berserkers

Hallowed Berserkers

A small mercenary guild with a guildhall outside of the city. They don't often allow new members and are thought to worship Eve but no one is sure. What is known, however, is that they have attacked many ships.

Allies: None known

Rivals: Shiphaulers and Memories of the Sea

Memories of the Sea

A group that worships Life and Death. They make sure the families of sailors are informed of the lost or disappearances at sea, as well as make sure those loses are honored and if possible makes sure the person is laid to rest.

Allies: Guardians of the Vaults, The Fallingstar guild, and Guardians of the Vaults(who frequently make donations to make burial possible)

Rivals: Hallowed Berserkers

Inns and Taverns

The Lazy Bowl tavern and inn(located in the shopping district on the higher area)

The Grim Kraken(a tavern and inn right by the docks)

The Port's Hole(A tavern, inn, and brothel all in one, located on the far western side of the city)

#dungeons and dragons #dnd worldbuilding #world building #city-state #large city #fantasy #Nessus #Nessus worldbuilding #dnd 3.5 #coastal city #City of Atolla

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nekoofwanton · 1 year

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If DB hosts played D&D...

Name: Colt Heavyhoof Languages: Common, Minotaur, Dwarvish, Undercommon Age: Late 30s Sex/Gender: Male Height: 6'8" Race: Minotaur Class: Barbarian (Path of the Ancestral Guardian) Background: Earthspur Miner Sexuality: Straight…ish Alignment: Chaotic Good Stats: [LV1] 16HP, 16AC, STR 20, DEX 15, CON 18, INT 12, WIS 13, CHA 9 Skills: Athletics, Survival, Animal Handling, Perception, Intimidation

Bio: Colt was born as the chieftain's son in Heavyhoof Village near Mount Aurochs. As a calf, Colt was molded to become the next chief. Though originally ecstatic about the position, the young minotaur started to lose interest when he learned the chief's job was more about diplomatic politics rather than fighting wars. This made the relationship between father and son somewhat estranged, as Colt bonded closer to his mother, who was the strongest warrior in the clan. She also taught her son about gems and minerals, which lead to him developing his Destini (aka unique magical skill) which involved moving the earth to his will.

One day, an ambush on the Heavyhoof clan leads to them being sold as slaves to a Fire Genasi tyrant. They were forced to either work in the mines or fight in gladiator matches to the death for entertainment. The chief staged a revolt, but it was in vain - the patriarch was executed the next day. This led to Colt's first rage as he slaughtered the execution squad, but at the cost of one horn and his right leg.

While on the run, Colt meets Xakan, a peacock aakaroca bard (played by Ringmaster), at a traveling circus. The minotaur accidentally breaks the strong man's arm and volunteers to take on the position. While the circus is touring Gemini City, Xakan finds a patron at The Split Log tavern and Colt visits the bar. There he meets a owlin sorceress named Lila (played by Jocelyn), who attempts to sell some gemstones to him. The barbarian easily sees through the side hustle, but before Colt can confront her, a half-elf artificer named Viktor (played by Wiz) crashes into the tavern being pursued by a tiefling bounty hunter.

Colt is about to brawl with the tiefling fighter, known simply as 'Red Slade' (played by Deadpool), but an outburst from Lila's Lunar Locket breaks them up. After Xakan persuades the half-elf to hire them as 'body guards', the quintet meet later that night and sneak into the tavern cellar to look for clues about Red's anonymous client. But the group is confronted by kobolds which led to their first fight together.

Tidbits: -Colt has a tic where he either scratches his brand mark or tap his peg-leg against the ground. -Colt has a fear of ghosts, which is ironic given his future barbarian subclass. -Colt's Morningstar is actually a ceremonial baton used by minotaur chiefs.

#dnd party #d&d 5e #minotaur #barbarian #death battle #boomstick

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