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[pikelansource]

mod @tameila putting out endless soft pikelan vibes forever

mod @jabletown not so much

#pikelan #pikelansource #critical role

[pikelanette]

Pikelan Day #2

This week: 

To impress Pike, Scanlan spends about a month learning everything he can about how to make fancy cocktails. And I mean with the tricks and the flair and perfect taste and everything. When he’s finally content with his own skills, he puts on a real show at a party of one of their friends. He pretends he’s looking for ‘the best cocktail’, so he makes it a game where he makes a bunch of cocktails and everyone has to vote on their favourite. Pike is delighted. She loves to be entertained and she applauds him as loudly as she can and has a sip of everything he makes. Her vote ends up being the deciding one and Scanlan spends the entire evening making mental notes of what tastes she likes and beaming because of the smile he’s able to put on her face.

(At the end of the night, Pike whispers to Grog that she really prefers whiskey. But whatever. Scanlan was happy, and that’s what counts, right?)

#pikelan #critical role #pikelansource #tameila #cr: pikelan #original #txt.

[baesarenraes]

🌠

#a gift for @pikelansource ♥ #pikelan #critical role #Fanart #pike trickfoot #scanlan shorhalt

[kimabutch]

Come On Get Higher by Matt Nathanson is such a soft, shippy song, and it definitely gives me late/post-campaign Pikelan vibes

I hear this song all the time on the radio and I always love it, but I never knew its title :D I definitely feel it, particularly “Faith and desire and the swing of your hips” — there’s something to be said for the two of them being chosen by the gods but in such different ways, with such different relationships to faith, but still finding their gods and finding each other... I don’t know where I’m going with this, it just makes me emotional... I think they have parallel journeys in some ways.

I get similar feelings from:

“I see angels and devils/ And God, when you come on” 

Come yell at me about songs that remind you of Critical Role! (Playlist | song masterlist & spreadsheet by disasterhumans | CR music tag)

#critical role #cr music #and now we wait for pikelansource... #jenkinsjester

[sleepymccoy]

i got the memo a bit late for @pikelansource ‘s class swap au, but the idea stayed with me for a few days so i’m getting involved anyway!

Scanlan was chosen and blessed by Ioun before he figured out he’s a bit of a shit person, and it honestly made him worse for it. He’s completely convinced he’s God’s gift on earth and just the best thing anyone has ever seen. He is also, unsurprisingly, just about the sluttiest cleric you’ll ever come across. He can still sing, and he delights in learning rarely known songs, saving them from being lost to knowledge. His breakdown is pretty awful, it comes with his refusal to use his magic as he embraces that he’s unworthy. It takes him a while to work through his faith from scratch and reintroduce himself to Ioun as worthwhile, and after that even longer to reapproach Vox Machina. I will pitch, mechanically, that at this point he changes from trickery domain to knowledge.

Pike is still religious, she sees her skill in the violin as a gift from Serenrae. She spent many years learning hymns on her instrument and weilds it like a weapon. In fact, the bow of her violin has stood up to a whack or two. She can heal with her music and saved Grog, leading to their important friendship. She’s a bit of a fighter, and quite reserved, only letting her more playful emotions out when she’s in combat or, just sometimes, when there’s music playing. Her playing improves through the campaign, her music stopping people in their tracks in amazement, just to listen. It almost grows too frightening, the extend of her power, but she sits and hears her friends’ words to her, and embraces her skill. She is a very good violinist.

#critical role #scanlan #pike #pikelan #vox machina #campaign one #any excuse to draw scanlan flirting #tbh i have a pikelan wip and my like only roadblock is im not as good a flirt as scanlan and i cant figure out wtf he would say

[tameila]

Out of curiosity who is your curated pikelan family?

tbh if you love and respect Pike and Scanlan as characters and love and respect Pikelan as a ship and you’re a part of the Pikelan Discord or follow pikelansource, then - bam! that’s about it! you’re One Of Us™ and Welcome To The Family!

i usually just say my Pikelan family is curated, because that’s the truth of any fandom experience , but i don’t have a list or anything lol

now, if you’re asking this more in ‘who should I follow?’ way and you aren’t part of it already, then hop on over on The Pikelan Discord, if you’d like! there’s quite a few of us always milling around and talking about whatever Pikelan muse comes to mind.

#ask #anon #Anonymous

[jewishdragon]

TAGGED

I was tagged by @bisexualgambit to list my top ten female characters from 10 different fandoms (ehhh or less it’s not strict). let’s go

1) PRINCESS/QUEEN CIMORENE FROM THE ENCHANTED FOREST CHRONICLES (i love her forever and ever and ever)

2) KELADRY OF MINDELAN FROM PROTECTOR OF THE SMALL/TORTAL

3) Kira Nerys from Star Trek Deep Space Nine

4) Jester Lavorre from Critical Role

5) Princess Zeetha from Girl Genius

6) Farah Black from Dirk Gently

7) Lois Lane (SPECIFICALLY FROM Lois and Clark the New Adventures of Superman) 

8) ehhhh fyck it, Alanna The Lioness, Tortall again. 

9) Princess Kiranmala from Princess Kiranmala and the Kingdom Beyond 

(wow a lot of princesses...) 

10) Helen (Beta) Narbon, U.N.I.T.Y, Melody Kelly, basically any female character from Narbonic/Skin-Horse I can’t CHOOSE OK

ok now i tag 10 people... ok @beans-shadow @tanoraqui @nymphofnovels @windypenguin @jewishyasha @jimsdeadbones @bethany-sensei @lesbiandisasterbeauregard @thezohar @tameila @pikelansource ( mean to tag @jabletown but i cant!!!)  @schrodingersking @recklessravager @vaxildab ok that’s enough people 

#tag game #tagged

[acecasinova]

@pikelansource didn’t even need to bribe me to draw the picture from this post with the VM squad~

Inktober wouldn’t be complete without some pikelan, eh~?

Ko-fi~?

#inktober #scanlan shorthalt #pike trickfoot #pikelan #critical role #vox machina #cr s1

[fatcowboys]

dani u better get pikelansource READY

#cr spoilers

[casblueeye]

there's already a pikelansource discord server! if you want to talk about pikelan C:

okay cool, can i have a link?

[pikelansource]

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[pikelanette]

Pikelan Day #4

Almost missed it, but I'm here! With a concept.

Pike gave all of her money to her family when they came to Whitestone, and after Vasselheim is back to normal, she kind of wants to earn it back. So, she puts her money where her mouth is and returns to The Slayers Cake. And this time, Scanlan is with her for every step of the way. Featuring Pike with flour on her face and Scanlan wearing an apron that says 'Kiss The Cook'.

#critical role #pikelan #pikelansource #tameila #txt. #cr1 #chauntea speaks #cr: pikelan #original

[pikelansource]

The pikelan romance being one of predominantly personal growth explicitly independent of each other is a goddamn light in the darkness. 

Scanlan ‘-2 insight modifier’ Shorthalt was proactive about his issues as early as the late 30s. He never needed Pike to mother him or tell him what he needed to change in order to make her feel secure in her attachment to him, he was self-aware enough to be like, “I need to stop going to brothels if I want to be better for Pike.” And he even admits that making that single small step for her benefit sounded “callous and cruel” in the grand scheme of how much he needed to change but he admits to it. And when he came back from Ank’harel as a changed man he accepted that she might never forgive him for the things he’d done before.

Pike “lo and behold here comes vox machina” Trickfoot got to reflect on her role in the group as the separate one and learn she didn’t need to bring her part as team mom and cleric into a romantic relationship. She denied him when it wasn’t right for her and got to “reconnoiter” after they both had periods of growth. She denied her divine obligation and didn’t forgive him initially. She took the time to see if she could forgive him on her own terms, instead of just because of Sarenrae’s influence--and she could. Even though it took up until the apocalyptic Vecna fight and then ~2 weeks -2 months beyond, she finally got around to acting on her own wants.

CR1 ended with the strong sense that they didn’t need to be together in order to be whole, but they wanted to be together to be happy. They elected for peace and happiness and it brings so much comfort to Momstah and Dadlan finally getting together. 

(via)

#pikelan #pike trickfoot #scanlan shorthalt #critical role #pikelansource #vm arc

[pikelansource]

Traditional gnomish wedding wear includes the the traditional gnomish hat you know the one.

No one wants to wear it less than Scanlan who is only doing it for Pike, who also does not want to wear it but is doing it for Scanlan.

Scanlan wants to give Pike a connection to gnomish traditions the Trickfoots never had growing up. And Pike wants Scanlan to remember his. By the time they realize neither actually likes them for themselves, they do appreciate the sentiment for each other.

Also Grog adores the long pointy hats and Kaylie laughs so hard she cries, so they stay.

#pikelan #post vm #pike trickfoot #scanlan shorthalt #critical role #pikelansource

[pikelanette]

A Pirate’s Life For Me (chapter 4)

Finally, another chapter! On Pikelan day! 

Pairing: pikelan Words: 2620 Rated: M (for language) Link: ao3 Chapter 1: tumblr / ao3 Chapter 2: tumblr / ao3 Chapter 3: tumblr / ao3

a multi-chapter pikelan pirate AU - chapter 4

The next few weeks turned into a comfortable routine. They woke up whenever was convenient – usually to the sound (or sensation) of food being thrown into their cell. Then Pike cleaned them up, they had something to eat and Scanlan continued the glyph while Pike stood on look-out.

The longer their little charade lasted, the more attentive Pike had to be. Although they took care to be quiet and inconspicuous, it seemed that the pirates had caught on something was going on belowdecks. They started checking up on the prisoners more often, and more irregularly, as if trying to catch them in the act. One pirate in particular was always on their tail, stomping down at the most inconvenient moments and sometimes waking them up at night to surprise the secret out of them. He became visibly more frustrated as the days passed, but he could never catch them.

Meanwhile, the glyph was steadily growing more powerful under Scanlan’s hands. After a week of working on it, Pike started to see a soft glow emanating from the floor at all times. It was faint enough not to be noticeable to anyone who didn’t know to look for it, but it was still there. The light reminded her of her own magic, but it still felt different – the arcane arts were definitely something else.

She’d never really understood the arcane. All of her magic was divine – even the spells that arcane casters could master as well. Once, she and a friend of hers, Allura, had put their magics beside each other and checked for differences when casting the same spells. It was subtle, and non-magic users probably wouldn’t be able to pick up on it, but to them it was a marvellous sort of game. Watching Scanlan sometimes made her want to spell the ship as well, just to see what it would look like.

But she saved her spells for healing, in case their friends on the upper deck decided to kick their secrets out of them. She was glad that Prestidigitation didn’t cost her any energy – if they would have had to live in the dirt, she wasn’t sure she could have kept her cool. For Scanlan, Prestidigitation seemed to be sort of luxurious. He revelled in the cleanliness, and it made her wonder what kind of conditions he was used to living in. And why’d never thought to learn the cantrip himself. Then again, cantrips were the first thing a caster learned – his life might have been very different when he learned how to cast those spells.

As it was, each morning, Scanlan waited patiently for her to clean up their meagre chamber pot, the floor of their cell, their faces, their hair. Although most of him was obscured behind a veil of illusion, Pike took her time to seek out what was really him and keep him clean. His illusion never looked anything but a little scruffy, but Scanlan had no scruples telling her that the rest of him was a different story.

He was very particular about his hair, she realised early on. Every morning he’d grumble about knots and tangles and run his hands through hair she could not see. She learned to sit him down and untie his ponytail. She learned how quiet Scanlan became when she sat behind him on her knees, gently combing her fingers though his hair, casting Prestidigitation while she brushed out the knots and snarls. During these moments, Scanlan was putty in her hands.

She hadn’t been able to put her finger on what age Scanlan was probably at, but at these moments she felt like she could almost zone in on it – she almost knew how young he still was. Just a big child, really. Just like her.

After they’d gone through these motions, they dragged the blanket away from the glyph and got into position. Pike usually stood to the side of the cell’s door, her eyes on the hatch that led up to the deck. Scanlan sat with his back to her, leaned over the lines and traces on the floor. He took out his flute and, softly, began to play.

After over a week of listening to his music, Pike had started to pick up on certain patterns and themes. He liked throwing in a high note at an unexpected moment, and playing around with the steady beat – or maybe that was just what the spell needed. She wasn’t sure how bardic magic worked, and for some reason she didn’t think to ask him. She just watched, and listened, and tried to figure it out on her own.

Every time he finished a full tracing of the glyph, there was a moment where Pike could hear more than just a flute. It was different every time – sometimes a soft drum, sometimes a harp, sometimes a violin. She looked forward to those moments, when Scanlan momentarily became an entire orchestra, and the cell felt like it was full of people. When she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine they weren’t on the ship anymore, but at an inn, somewhere, or at a theatre even.

That was her favourite dream. When the music hit, she would close her eyes and see musicians on a stage, bent over their work, enrapturing her, and she would look beside her and find Scanlan sitting there, smiling at her. Sometimes the image bled into her real dreams, at night. Those days she woke up feeling like she was going to choke on want – wanting to be out of here; wanting this to be over.

And thankfulness, for Scanlan’s arrival. For his arm, heavy around her waist, or his back, solid against her chest. Thankful that she wasn’t alone.

Those days, she vowed to herself that whatever may happen on this ship, she would protect him. After a long week of working on the glyph, he sure looked like he needed it.

Scanlan made sure to keep his illusion impeccable, never letting her see underneath again. He recharged it before it ran out, and smiled at her when she asked about it. But Pike could feel what he was hiding.

Pallid skin. Thinning hair. Bloodshot eyes. If she looked very closely, she could almost see it. This spell wasn’t easy on him. She was worried he was overextending himself – using a spell that was just out of his reach. She didn’t want to think about what that could mean for him in the long run. So, instead, she quietly cast Lesser Restoration on him after he fell asleep, and hoped it would do.

But no matter how tired Scanlan became, there was one thing that he never failed at – steering the pirates away from the truth.

Ten days after Scanlan started the glyph, they had their closest call yet. Coincidentally, Scanlan had stopped chanting early because he could no longer work through the pain of his cramping fingers. They were sitting in the middle of the cell. Pike was trying to rub some warmth into Scanlan’s hands, and he kept wincing, his fingers refusing to do anything but curl in on themselves. He tried to brush it off with a smile, but she could see a sheen of tears in his eyes and his jaw was tense from how hard he was grinding his teeth together.

This time, their pirate friend was trying to be stealthy, and for some godsforsaken reason he succeeded. He crept up on them slowly, until suddenly he was at the bars to their cell, staring down at them on the floor. Immediately, Pike realised their mistake. With Scanlan’s pain, and her own hurry to rectify it, they had failed to pull the blanket over the glyph completely – part of it was still exposed, and although it wasn’t glowing, it was right there. Almost impossible to miss.

Pike felt her heart stop. She could only imagine how panicked she looked when she locked eyes with Scanlan and froze in her tracks. She knew that acting nervous would only give them away faster, but she could feel the danger in the air, and she was terrified that they would be discovered. Scanlan had said that if they failed the glyph, there was no second try – and as soon as the pirates found out that Scanlan didn’t have a ransom pay waiting for him, they would throw him overboard faster than she could say Prestidigitation. She had no way of protecting him from that. Besides, who knew what they might do to them if they found out they were casting magic. There might not be a second chance for anything.

Scanlan noticed the panic in her eyes, but she could tell from the puzzled look on his face that he couldn’t figure out where it was coming from, and Pike refused to give them away by glancing at the glyph again. But while they wordlessly trying to communicate – and failing miserably – their pirate friend was looking around their cell.

Pike could feel the moment he saw the  glyph. She could hear it in the small gasp he let out, see it in the smug smile that appeared on his face instantly.

“Well, well, well,” he said, “What do we have here hm? What have you two roaches been up to?”

Scanlan followed the pirate’s gaze to the floor, while Pike closed her eyes in defeat. She felt so exhausted all of a sudden. She didn’t know what to do.

She didn’t see the incredulous expression Scanlan mustered when the pirate looked back at them.

Scanlan arched an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

Pike opened an eye in surprise and watched how confusion hit the pirate at Scanlan’s confidence and, frankly, his tone of voice; as though the answer was so obvious.

Scanlan took advantage of the pirate’s momentary imbalance to scoff at him. “Are you kidding me? Do you know nothing about clerics? You’ve been living on the same ship as one for the past month.”

“Shut up,” the pirate snapped, but he couldn’t fake away the faint blush dusting his cheeks.

Scanlan rolled his eyes. “Let me enlighten you, my friend. A cleric is a magic user who follows a god. They have divine magic. And when the cleric sleeps, their god protects them with magic. Enough clues?”

Pike was looking at him slack-jawed. The pirate, meanwhile, sputtered something unintelligible and shifted on his feet uncomfortably.

Scanlan looked positively scandalised by this much ignorance. “It’s the cleric’s sleeping reliquary, you dipshit. The sign that appears where they sleep? To protect their unconscious bodies? By the hells, who educated you?”

The pirate made one more attempt. “I’ve never heard of that,” he said briskly, “And I think you’re full of shit.”

“Clearly,” Scanlan deadpanned. And, finally, he let go of Pike’s hands – she felt the absence immediately – and clenched his hands to fists to stop the shaking of his fingers. “But, well, we have an expert right here. Am I full of shit, Pike?”

Both men looked at her expectantly. “Um,” Pike stuttered, “Nope. Not at all.”

“There you go,” Scanlan said, clearly satisfied, “Cleric confirms it. Now could you please leave us alone? We were kind of in the middle of something, Chad.”

The pirate got halfway through a nod before he bristled. “Fuck you! I don’t take orders from you!”

Pike couldn’t blame his initial acquiescence. Scanlan had something undeniably authoritative about him right now. It was as unsettling as it was… natural.

“And what was she doing to you anyway?” the pirate pressed on.

Scanlan narrowed his eyes at him. “I have arthritis, which means, and I’m sure this will delight you, Chad, that I am constantly in excruciating pain. Now would you leave a man to his pain in peace? There’s nothing you can do to me that’s worse than this.”

That made the pirate laugh, a cruel, hearty sound that sent a chill down Pike’s spine. Chad laughed as he turned his back on them. He laughed as he got back to the ship’s deck. She had the distinct feeling that by the time he saw the sea again, he would have forgotten about the glyph altogether.

As soon as he was gone, Scanlan sagged. Pike could only look at him, speechless, because how the hell had he done that?

Scanlan didn’t say anything. He didn’t even look at her.

“Wow,” she said eventually. It took her a moment to find more words than that. “That was… pretty incredible.”

Scanlan glanced up at her through his long hair and sent her a lop-sided smile. “Thanks.”

“I can’t believe he bought that.”

Scanlan shrugged.

“You were really believable.”

“What can I say? I’m a decent liar. And a storyteller.”

It was the word ‘liar’ that made her aware of the seed of discomfort in her chest area.

“I’m… actually not sure how I feel about that,” she said with a frown. She wasn’t upset with him, of course. It was just… He convinced that pirate of an absolute lie within seconds, and with seemingly no effort at all. It was disconcerting.

He was far more than a decent liar.

Scanlan flexed his fingers. When he spoke, his voice was aiming for nonchalance, but it carried a little bit of tension with it that she didn’t recognise. “I told you that you’d change your mind about me.”

Pike sat down on top of their meagre blanket.

Scanlan glanced at her, and he could tell that she was considering what had just happened, and what it might mean.

They were quiet for two very uncomfortable minutes. Then Pike asked: “Have you lied to me?”

So he gave her the answer she deserved. “Yes.”

He couldn’t look at her. He didn’t want to see what her expression looked like now.

“Did you lie about your mother?”

This time, he looked at her before he even thought about it, surprised. “My mother?”

She was inspecting him very carefully. He knew she had a penchant for guessing people’s thoughts, so he figured that was what she was attempting here.

“No,” he said, “I didn’t.”

Pike nodded solemnly, and he could see the tension leave her shoulders. That was that, it seemed.

“You’re…”

He hesitated long enough for Pike to glance up at him and arch an eyebrow. He was really glad she couldn’t see him blush.

“Are we good?”

She smiled at him, her expression softening at his worry.

“Of course, Scanlan. Everyone deserves a few secrets. As long a you didn’t lie about the important stuff.”

He felt guilty, and then he felt relieved, and then he felt guilty for feeling relieved.

Well, if there was still any question as to whether he deserved her, this definitely answered it.

Pike stretched out her hands towards him. “Come here, now. I wasn’t done with your hands.”

Scanlan walked over to her, feeling almost shy, and placed his hands back in hers. This was his favourite place to be. And he was a selfish man.

“Thanks,” he told her softly, looking at their clasped hands, and it was for more than just the healing.

Pike looked at him as though she knew, and gently squeezed his hands with hers. “You’re welcome.”

There was a part of him that wanted to stay here, locked in this brig with her. He would take the gross food. He’d take the insults and even the debilitating magic he was using. Anything to keep her a little longer.

There was another part of him, far smaller, that had the tiniest bit of hope that leaving this ship did not have to be the end.

But the larger part of him was bracing himself for the inevitable collision with reality.

#critical role #cr fanfic #cr fic #pikelan #pikelansource #tameila #cr: pikelan #a pirate's life for me #original

[pikelanette]

Pikelan Day #1

An initiative I saw by the beautiful @jewishdragon and @pikelansource that I shall happily join in on now and forever

This week, for your consumption: 

Scanlan gently and patiently teaching Pike to play the harp. 

#pikelan #critical role #pikelansource #cr1 #cr: pikelan #original #chauntea speaks