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jeanbie · 1 year

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i loved ur modern porco teen hcs !! can you please do a part 2?

MODERN! PORCO HEADCANONS #2 ★ masterlist.

⏤ some more pock headcanons for you ^^ think i'm running out of teenage headcanons, maybe next time i'll graduate him to uni level :P enjoy anyway! thank u for sending me this!! part one here!

porco really likes junji ito artwork and for christmas, annie didn’t know what to get him so she got him an art collection book of his stuff which kinda set him off

he really likes sci-fi books

constantly changes his music taste but he never downloads any music nor does he have any playlists - he just listens to whatever the day gives him through pre-made playlists and radios

he started liking his lifeguard job significantly more when he got promoted from baby pool duty to adult free swim (hot chicks)

but i think porco actually really likes kids, he likes how honest they are and how much fun they have with anything they have

he’s quite easily led by what he hears and reads online so eventually he made the commitment to just erase majority of his social medias - all he uses now are instagram, snapchat, bereal and he cut down on his reddit usage (congrats pock)

he hates reading the news

he’s still kinda pursuing design engineering (uni is just around the corner) but he’s still got that interest in aviation - he thinks he might look into aviation engineering or aerospace engineering or something like that

he can still handle his drinking quite well - zeke is older and says that’ll come in handy when pock goes to uni

he always picks the skin around his fingers when he feels anxious, which seems to be a lot these days

and he gets nervous rashes over his chest sometimes

he likes rock climbing and bouldering in his spare time, and took it up with reiner when he confessed he didn’t really wanna do it alone

he’s more of a dog person than a cat person and is that guy who always wants to sit with the dog at the party or wants to stroke the dog that’s walking across the road

thinks that burger king is better than kfc and will die on that hill (and he’s dying there alone)

always wishes he had a younger brother like zeke and eren

he loves eren a lot and likes to indulge in eren’s interests sometimes to try and imagine what it could have been like if his mom had pushed out a third one after porco

really wants tattoos but he gets bored of things too quickly and he thinks he’ll end up hating all of them

only types with two fingers on a keyboard (he’s so me)

likes jazzy, soul ballads

one time, he thought he had a crush on pieck, and they danced together at prom and they discovered that porco is a pretty good dancer

wants his hair to look like john wick some day

he’s afraid of mice and rodents

wants to travel outside of his hometown for uni but is always afraid that one day he might not be close with his friends back home anymore and that makes him really sad

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bastart13 · 1 year

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POV you are Deanna about to have the night of your monsterfucker dreams in the creepiest woods imaginable

#critical role #cr3 #cr spoilers #chetney pock o'pea #fearne calloway #deanna leimert #fearne x chetney #chetney x deanna #fearne x deanna #fearne x chetney x deanna #art #aabria knew what she wanted and got what she got #it was so funny #also i consciously ignored a lot of fearne's outfit so just imagine she threw most of it off already #also if chetney didn't have the tail i would have given him the 'juicy' trackies #critical role spoilers #cr3 spoilers

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ryuusea · 6 months

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11/11 happy pocky day with sherliam!

#SORRY SHERLY LOL #it’s ok he makes coffee for him after to help wake him up #pls imagine Liam with a cup bigger than he is and sleepily drinking and Sherly like aah wait don’t fall in #pock(iart)y #pocky day #yuukoku no moriarty #sherliam #moriarty the patriot #ynm sherlock Holmes #Liam James moriarty #the tiny Dino merch still runs around in my head

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beauregardlionett · 1 year

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imagine you are critical role ceo travis willingham and one day you get a text from aabria iyengar that just says ‘i’m coming for your ass’ and then a few weeks later she sits down next to you at work, on camera, as your fantasy ex and the only way you can respond to that is to ‘yes-and’

every day travis willingham wakes up

#i am still losing my mind over this like what a fucking MOVE aabria what a GODDESS #imagine being aabria i would love to know what that level of confidence and badassery feels like #also who is funnier than her god damn #what a concept what a character i'm instantly in love with deanna no notes 10/10 #cr #cr spoilers #critical role #c3e52 #travis willingham #aabria iyengar #deanna leimert #chetney pock o'pea #beaureblogs

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pocketgalaxies · 6 months

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travis please stop confirming that chetney will Actually Die if you roll trip 0s it makes me nervous

#imagine this. everybody let's take a long rest before we finally go to ruidus and confront the city on the moon.#but when everybody wakes up? CHETNEY DEAD.#WHAT THE FUCK WILL YOU DO TRAVIS WILLINGHAM????? WHAT WILL YOU DO????????#1h33m 4SDx18 #text #critical role #4 sided dive #cr3 #cr lb #travis willingham #chetney pock o'pea

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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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undead-knick-knack · 8 months

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Chetney trying to see where he stands

His main takeaways are that FCG is a real one and Ashton is a lying liar who lies

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demigoddessqueens · 4 months

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Another round of music. Same request as before CR Bois and y/n reader head cannons.

Came up with a medley for this!

Run to You - Scanlan

Goes without saying that he always wanted to chase the next high, and it seemed to be just a purely physical thing with you. But then feelings have to be present and rear up at the most inopportune times. Now the bard can’t get enough of you, and seeks solace and comfort from you aside from the physical aspect.

I Do It for You, Heaven, This Time - Vax

Also goes without saying that Vax’s mentality towards you is loving, loyalty and dedication. He just adores you, every part of you, and even if you have/had the tiniest bit of doubt(s), you don’t after he spends time with you. Let’s you know what goes on in his mind when he thinks of you

I’m Ready - Chetney

He didn’t think most took him seriously, but you did. Jokes and cantankerous nature aside, you saw the inner depth and want to be included that Chet sought after.

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sea-buns · 7 months

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AW I WANT A LITTLE WOODEN CHETNEY

GARDEN GNOME MERCH WHEN

#IMAGINE A FAIRY GARDEN FILLED WITH TINY CHETNEYS IN DIFFERENT POSES #SO CUTE #critical role #cr spoilers #cr lb #c3e74 #chetney pock o'pea

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jeanbie · 1 year

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WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU #7 ★ masterlist.

pairing: porco x reader

genre: domestic au, ghost au, modern au | warnings: mentions of suicide, mediums, character death, mental health references (depression), grief, slight Goblin references at the end | wc: 2.5k

note: love this one. please tell me if you wanna see similar angsts for other characters!

⏤ imagine the first time they say i love you. like, properly say it; because they’ve said it before, but today they say it one last time, when it’s the only thing left to say.

It started with a medium.

There had been a time where you prided yourself on your disbelief in an afterlife, dismissing mediums on television, laughing at ghost hunters and paranormal movies depicting demons and ghouls climbing out of screens. Although now, those times seem too long ago, phantom memories - even the person you were in those memories seem to be different, as though looking into the mind of a stranger, disconnected and vacant.

Jean had told you that was a coping mechanism. Mikasa assured you it was normal. Your sister said it was mental illness.

After the loss of Porco, you didn’t know what to think anymore. After the loss of the love of your life, thinking just became pointless.

When the news of Porco’s passing had reached you, it had reached you last. At least everybody in your close circle of friends knew a few hours before you, Porco’s family and Reiner who had found him being the first who found out almost a day before. The absence of Porco for those long and tortuous hours were ones you misjudged. You thought he was going back home to see his family for the weekend. Berthold thought he was with you. Reiner had returned to his shared flat and found the truth hanging.

The only reason as to why you were last was because nobody knew how you would react. Amongst the chaos and shock that was Porco’s death, the reaction that would be drawn from you would change everything. You'd been through this before, this darkness. It had taken some work with Porco to get over whatever darkness consumed you, and this would set you back years. Looking back at it, you even remember where you were and when it had happened, when the pin dropped. Originally, they wanted Reiner to tell you, but, overcome with grief, he sent Annie instead. You will never, ever forget the look on Annie’s face as you opened the door, and the news followed a cup of tea and an unexpected, clueless, and genuine smile had settled on your lips. “What are you doing here?” you had asked, “is everything okay?” She'd said nothing, and then caved when you asked if she'd heard from Porco this weekend. He’s missing my calls. Has he contacted you?

Even after the funeral, after the original shock and after the news had been broken out around university, people still didn’t know how to act around you. The Porco Subject was never spoken about or touched upon. Pictures of Porco were turned over or taken down when you came over, his name buried with him in the pretty cemetery by the river. It took some time, a real long time, but eventually, the pain began to ever so slightly fade; only to come rushing back again like the sudden pull of the tide when Louise had approached your booth in the dorm common room with a leaflet about a medium.

You don’t know why you went.

Mikasa had come, too, as emotional support and because she wanted to be there to see if it was as real as Louise and the leaflet were making it out to be. You hadn’t even booked a session, turning up unannounced and anonymous for the meeting in one of the older lecture rooms on campus. The question of why and how a medium was permitted onto campus was never addressed - you just had to see and hear it for yourself. Nothing would come out of it, and you were glad to keep it that way. That was until the medium called out for a Y/N, and your heart sank.

“There’s a Porco in the room, and he’s asking for a Y/N…is there…a Y/N here?”

You had no reaction other than paralysed silence. Mikasa was scandalised, angry and confused. The medium surely must have heard about Porco’s death here and that’s why the session was on campus. She said all of this accusingly, crying in hysterics, this is wrong, how can you do this to someone in grieving?

You left the lecture hall, leaving a piece of you behind with it.

Since that day, you’d returned back to the comfort of your bedroom, leaving for your lectures only occasionally. Seminars were skipped in silence and the teachers understood, sending emails to cover for it, and the notifications piled up like the tissues in the dustbin. No matter how hard you tried to convince yourself that the event with the medium was a scam, something set up as a sick practical joke, you couldn’t shake it off. What if’s and buts whirled around in your head, chaotic, loud, invasive and sad.

Porco was gone, and there was nothing you could do about it. But what if you had stayed -? What if it was true? What if you just missed your last, and final opportunity to say goodbye?

“Why are you here? All of you?”

“We never left.”

You blink.

“Does it…does it hurt? Dying?”

You close your eyes slowly. “Quicker than falling asleep.” And exhale.

Something deep into your apartment bumps.

The noise is quiet whilst still being loud enough to bounce off the volume of the movie, playing quietly on your television screen sitting on top of your desk. Lately, your living room has been pulled into your bedroom, all rooms besides the connecting ensuite now in one. Phone calls from worried friends and family were set to silent and on days where the front door rang, it remained closed. Like you did many months ago, all you need right now is the space. People had told them why. They didn’t blame you.

Sniffing and wiping your eye with the side of your hand, you push the covers folded up around your breasts down and kick your feet to the floor, staring towards your bedroom door as if probing it for answers. Silence, and then another noise. On a normal day, this might alarm you, but your body is numb, aching and tired, and so you move towards the door without thinking and pull it open, stepping out into the hall. A glance in either direction shows no immediate threat, and you’re too lazy, too tired and too unbothered to step out to investigate. The noise is likely somebody upstairs or down, and if it is an intruder here to kill you, then what do you have to lose?

You move back into your bedroom, shutting the door gently. The bathroom rope-light swings in the breeze from the door moving and you slip into the bathroom quickly. Light floods the box room, illuminating the exhaustion on your face. You look ghastly, sunken and stale. You feel it too. Depression clings to you, life moves outside but stills in. God, you feel so ugly, so worthless and disgusting and alone - splashing your face with cold water, you gasp in the air like you’re depending on the taste, passing up looking at your reflection in the mirror in fear of what you’ll see staring back. When the bathroom light is turned off and you shut the door behind you, you turn to shuffle back into your bedroom and pause.

There is somebody by the window.

It’s undeniable, real and solid- but you blink several times, wondering if it’s just a dream. Nothing registers in your body, no reflex to scream or panic. Instead, you simply stare.

The silhouette against the window shuffles, anxious, and then steps into the light. For a while you say nothing, staring in a stunned silence as the figure reveals itself. It has to be a dream. This is a dream. You’ve dreamt it a hundred times. You’ve dreamt Porco stepping towards you. You don’t know what to think.

“Pock,” you say, lifeless. “Am I…dreaming?”

“Baby-” Footsteps across the carpet. Moves like him. Sounds like him. “Oh, my baby girl.” Something cold touches you, but something familiar. Old friends. Old lovers, fleshy hands. Feels like him. “My beautiful girl.”

“Pock. Porco?” you stumble. The Porco before you watches your eyes fill with tears instantly, and the tightness in your throat he can visibly see causing your hands to tremble. “Porco? Am I. Am I dreaming? Am I sleeping?”

“Mhm, yeah,” he settles with. Maybe that’s for the best, maybe that will calm you down. His hands engulf your own, massaging the shakes to sleep. “You’re dreaming.”

“You. You feel so real,” you choke. “Fuck. Porco, fuck, what’s happening, why does it feel real-”

“Please-”

“I’m scared, wait, what’s happening, Pock-?”

The hands you felt on your hands move to your arms. A tightness follows, like he’s holding you. He did this, he was good at calming you down with his hands on your arms and lips on yours, whispers in mouths. This time he doesn’t kiss you. He can’t. Not now. Not again, never again.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” you insist, tears pouring out of your eyes. “You’re. You. Baby, you died, you left me, you left us, why did you. Where did you. Porco, what…?”

“Calm down, Y/N, calm down, okay?” Porco whispers comfortingly. “Capture your breath, and then we’ll talk okay? I don’t have too long left here.”

This repeats for a little while, as Porco follows a method he used to when he tried to calm you down. After three long and amazing years of dating, Porco had learned what worked and what didn’t, what to say and what not to. The crazy thing about love is how you dedicate everything to getting to know that other person inside and out, learning their secrets and exploring interests, making memories to remember and frame and tell kids about. There was a time when Porco thought about all of that, and a time where he could have had it.

“Is it really you?” you ask quietly, after several long minutes of Porco holding your head in his hands and bringing you out of the storm onto the calm shore. “I’m not going crazy?”

“It’s me,” Porco promises, smiling as best as he can. You’re crying, maybe you can’t see his face. His throat feels hot, tight and firm.

“I miss you.” You rasp out your words, gasping for air every few seconds, “I miss you so much, Porco. Why did you leave me, what happened?”

“I’m so sorry, baby.”

“I. I thought you were going to your parents for the weekend, but. But Reiner found you and- why did you lie to me? Pock, why…? Was, was it me?”

“No.” Porco grabs your hands tightly. “Don’t ever say that. It was never, ever your fault. Not at all, okay? Don’t think that.”

“Then why?”

Porco can’t think. “I don’t want you to think it was your fault, okay? You were- you are, everything to me. You were the light of my life. But, fuck, I was so unhappy. And I didn’t know how to stop being unhappy. I hurt. It hurt me. I was hurting everybody around me in my own little way. Every time I would tell you that I was doing extra readings at the dorm, all I was doing was struggling, thinking about how unhappy I felt even though I was surrounded by people who made me feel worth it. And you all deserved so much better. Still, you deserve so much better.”

“Reiner found you. None of us knew you were hurting, Pock, I didn’t know. We should have noticed the signs, I should have been more careful.”

“No. I was good at hiding it, I never wanted you to worry.”

Suddenly Porco’s eyes widen, his hands stroking your hair pausing. With a quick exhale of breath, his smile tightens and he lets out a shaky sigh. “I haven’t got long left. I need to go soon.”

“Go? No, go where?” you frantically ask. “No, please Pock, don’t leave me again. You can’t leave me again, please.”

“It’s okay. It’s all okay. I tried to call for you the other week, but you left,” Porco explains quickly.

“The medium? That…that was you?”

Porco laughs quietly, “Yeah, baby girl. But, I get it, you never believed in all that stuff, huh. I should have known better. I had to come here, come to see you. I had to.”

I had to one last time.

“Please,” you whisper, grabbing his hands. “Please don’t leave me again. Please. I love you so much, please don’t leave me alone again. I need you.”

Porco shakes his head, attempting a curly smile that you can’t even see past the blur of his own tears. “Y/N L/N, you have been the love of my life. I have loved being your boyfriend and you are my best friend. I will never, ever forget how amazing you are.” Nodding, sniffing his tears back, Porco kisses your forehead. His lips are cold and wet, ghostlike and light. “I love you. I love you so much, baby. I’m so sorry, for everything- none of it is your fault, okay, honey? Mmm?”

You feel his hands in your hair as you nod. “I know. I know, and I’m sorry, too. I could have helped you.”

“Don’t forget about me,” Porco says. “You being happy, and you knowing that it was never your fault, will help me now. Okay?”

Sniffing loudly, you nod again. “Okay.”

For a long moment, Porco just stares: “I’m gonna miss you so much.” You mumble something in reply to him, and he sighs shakily, “but now, I have to go.”

You grab his hands as he tries to pull away. “Don’t leave me, you’re leaving me.”

“I never left. I’ll always be here, watching over you. Always, and forever.”

(“All is said and done?”

Porco steps into the long hallway and smiles at the hooded man. He’s seen who he needs to; several stops around to his family, one to Reiner who had it the worst with finding his body. The final one for you. Y/N, the love of his entire life, remembered in memories and gone in touch.

It’s okay.

“Yeah,” Porco nods. Death nods, his hood falling slightly as he points down the hallway with one hand and with the other, passes Porco a small cup. Porco reaches for it, exhaling gently. “Just like falling asleep.”

He drinks the contents and hands the cup back to Death, heading down the hallway. For a moment, his hand hovers above the handle. He’s said his piece on Earth. He’s done what he needs to do. Now, he can move on in peace.

He turns the handle. The hallway fills with white.)

#porco galliard #porco galliard x reader #porco #porco x reader #porco imagine #porco galliard imagine #porco angst #porco galliard angst #pock x reader #pock imagine #attack on titan #aot #aot imagine #attack on titan imagine #suicide mention #mine #ittojean #jeanbie

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frenchy-and-the-sea · 7 months

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Tritchet is not the WoL and thus never goes to Elpis canonically, but I couldn't resist grabbing a screenshot of her in her new robe, dyed its usual iris purple. I think she makes it look good!!

#ffxiv #gpose #ffxiv endwalker #tritchet pock #technically during this story beat Tritchet is following Estinien around hunting monsters #trying to be very chill about the fact that she's really trying to squeeze in as much time with him as possible before the apocalypse #and also because they kick ass fighting together #but i DO have to see how the story plays out for the WoL so that stays in the imagination

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gobliiine · 2 years

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New theory: every member of bells hells is secretly a prince/princess

We already had Dorian and Fearne and 2 in one group is already too much of a coincidence

Chetney brought up being a secret prince this episode so I’m checking him off the list

Ashton and FCG have fucked up memories so like,,why couldn’t they be

Laudna CLEARLY must be a de rolo which like….same thing

…I cannot account for Imogen orym or dusk but I’m sure we can fit them in there somewhere

#/j but also can you imagine #just imagine a campaign where everyone is hiding their royal status from each other and no one but the dm knows #Dorian Storm #fearne calloway #cr fcg #laudna cr #ashton greymoore #chetney pock o'pea #imogen temult #orym of the air ashari #dusk cr #bells bells #critical role #critical role campaign 3

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dabilove27 · 2 years

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If no one has taken it yet 👀 could I possibly request our Pock for #8? Love to see my moody, serious boi get all soft. LOVE YOU WIFE 💙💙💙

HELLO MY LOVELY WIFE!!! Thank you so much for sending in another request! I adore you and hope you love how Porco is written!

Thank you so much to @gixxie for being my beta for this piece! Love you!

Event Masterlist

Warnings: Modern AU, Past cheating (not from Porco), a tiny bit of sadness, happy ending, pet names (babe)

Pounding music poured from the Bluetooth speaker in the middle of the room. The whole regular gang had gathered for Reiner's birthday. While Reiner wasn't the standard party boy, your boyfriend and his brother had schemed together to throw a big party at the house you all shared with them.

Reiner had vehemently told them no over and over, but Porco and Marcel would hear none of it. They instead spent a week stocking up on booze, and cheap party favors for the "big day." It was sweet to see them so excited to throw Reiner a party, even though you knew it was more for them. They were the social ones in the group, never failing in their words when meeting new people.

That initially drew you to the cocky blonde in the first place. Porco came up to you at the coffee shop where you were studying with Reiner for your history course and literally pushed his way into your life. You could still remember how he plopped down next to you on the too-small couch and introduced himself as a friend of Reiner–to which the other man groaned aloud, obviously not agreeing with the statement.

He stayed longer than necessary at the coffee shop, made idle conversations with you and made you giggle at the stupid stories he had about Reiner from childhood. By the end of the study session, the two of you had exchanged numbers, and the rest was history.

Although it had only been ten months since the two of you made things official, you had to admit he was the best relationship you've ever had. To put it nicely, your last relationship was toxic. Your previous boyfriend was insistent on controlling you and cheated on you by the end of the relationship. It had broken your heart, and you promised not to date for a long time.

That was until Porco came into your life. He was hot-headed like you, and the two of you could go back and forth for ages, but he always made it right in the end. Coming back after, he cooled off to apologize with freshly made cookies he spent the last thirty minutes making for you. Porco loved profoundly and gave you every single bit of that love. You never had to question yourself anymore or wonder if he was only using you to make someone jealous. Instead, he made you feel confident and sure of yourself. Enough so that you had only mentioned your past relationship in passing. You didn't ever think you would see your infamous ex again.

But how wrong you were, if only you had known that his friend Sasha was a good friend of Reiner. As the last bits of pastel blue streamers were being set up, the doorbell chimed, and guests started pouring in. There were a few familiar faces, Bertolt, Annie, and Zeke. But your anxiety started to pick up when new faces began to filter in.

A girl around Reiner's age with chocolate brown hair swept it up into a ponytail and made her way straight to the food area without even introducing herself. A guy with a buzzed head followed closely behind her, apologizing for her lack of introduction. He introduced himself as Connie and the woman as Sasha. You made small talk with mostly Connie as Sasha literally shoved an entire bag of chips in her mouth.

More people arrived, and your anxiety finally seemed to settle as you watched Porco begin to set up beer pong. He looked so good in his tight green t-shirt that perfectly hugged his biceps. You were so caught up in watching him try to entice Reiner to play a round that you missed the new arrivals.

Panic sat deep in your veins as a familiar voice boomed in your ears. "Hey! Connie! I didn't know you'd be here."

No, no, no. Is all that went through your mind as you stood frozen in place. If you turned around, you would see him. And he could be here with her. You decided you couldn't do this. They were here in your safe space.

As you steeled your nerves to make a run toward the bathroom, your worst fears came true.

"Well, well, I haven't seen you in a hot minute," his voice was cocky, and you were sure he had a stupid smirk on your face. Could I just punch him? The thought flashed through your mind, but you didn’t want to ruin all this hard work your boyfriend did. You gave yourself a mental pep-talk to say hello and then find Porco. Maybe the asshole would leave you alone then.

You turned around and plastered a fake grin repeating to yourself that this was for Porco. And there he stood, long brown hair pulled up into a bun, green eyes on fire, and, of course, with his arm slung around Mikasa. Your stomach lurched, and bile rose in your throat.

"Hey, Eren," you paused because you didn't have a cheerful greeting for him. Go fuck yourself, is the only thing that came to mind, but again you needed to do this for Porco. "Thanks for coming. I uh-need to find my boyfriend," you mumbled before moving away as quickly as possible. You didn't care if your excuse sounded stupid. You didn't want to spend extra time around that asshole and the girl he cheated on you with.

Instead of running to the bathroom, you moved over by the beer pong game. Porco was unsuccessful in having Reiner play because he was going head-to-head with Marcel. And he was apparently losing horribly by his attitude. "Ah fuck you, Marcel! That was a cheap shot!" He bellowed at his brother.

You tried to get into their banter and block out the negative presence in your space, but your mind buzzed with all the heartache and pain you endured. With every minute, you nudged closer and closer to Porco until your hand rested on his arm. You needed comfort but didn't want to ask for it. You were being stupid, you thought. This was so dumb to get so upset about this.

"Almost done, babe," Porco murmured, his focus still on beating his brother as he patted your hand with his larger one. But your mind wouldn't stop; it just kept replaying memory after memory.

"I think I'm going to go lie down," you whispered before hurrying to Porco’s bedroom. You couldn't take being in the same room anymore as your ex.

Within moments of laying down on the soft sheets, you buried your head in Porco's pillow, inhaling his familiar scent as tears began to flow. You're too caught up in the moment; you didn’t even hear the door to the room open and close as someone slipped in.

A familiar presence perched itself on the bed, and a warm hand rubbed your back. "Hey, hey, what's going on? I'm sorry I was so caught up in the game. What do you need?" Porco's voice was filled with concern as he gently rubbed your back.

You lifted your head from the pillow to look up at him, his hazel eyes filled with worry. You told him about your ex downstairs through sniffles and that he had brought the girl he cheated on you with.

A heavy sigh leaves your boyfriend, and you can tell he held back the urge to grab Eren by the collar and give him a piece of his mind.

"God, babe. I'm sorry for not realizing it sooner. You needed me, and I was so focused on a stupid game," his voice is laced with remorse as he pulls you onto his lap and cradled you into his difined chest. "You want me to throw that fucker out?"

You giggled at his attempt to make you feel better. "Thank you, but no, that would ruin the night for everyone."

"I don't care about everyone! I care about you, say the word, and he's gone. Banned forever. But we can also go down there and make him jealous, if you know what I mean," he says in a devious tone as his eyebrows waggle. "It's only fair to let him know he lost the best thing in the world."

You laughed louder this time as you wiped away your tears. "Thank you for making me feel better. You know what, let's go see what you have in mind," you responded before leaning and pressing a quick kiss on Porco's lips.

"Anything for you, babe," Porco returned your kiss with another before lifting you up off the bed and carrying you out of the room as you were overcome by giggles.

Thanks for reading!

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cinnamon-dragon · 2 years

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Chetney is a little bitch with a darker side but also a sweet grandpa loyal to his friends you could say that there are wolves inside him…

#i love that tiny grandpa so much #he’s so sweet but also funny #chetney pock o'pea #critical role #critrole #Critical role 3 #travis willingham #cr campaign 3 #campaign 3 #cr3 #cr c3 #bells hells #and i imagine he’s annoying little motherfucker

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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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