#the nobodies

[its-your-mind]

Leaving people behind. - c3e10 / c3e59

#critical role #bells hells #c3e10 #c3e59 #critical role gifs #critteredit #c3 #c3 spoilers #ashton greymoore #the nobodies #cr spoilers #listen #I love ashton sm #his character growth has been so linear #and they're so consistent? like they have not changed very much #they still choose the people they care about and are completely ride or die #but they've learned now that they deserve the same loyalty they give #and he knows that these people would go after him just like he would for all of them #and they've just gotten softer #and I don't know if that's because they personally are changing or that they're finally able to let down their guard #probably some combination of the two #but they love the people they love so hard #and even now they're supporting and protecting laudna and telling her what she needs to hear and remember right now #that they're going to get their people back no matter fucking what because dammit they're never going to fucking leave anyone behind #cuz he knows how that feels and he cares too much about these people to let any of them feel it #anyway I've said it before and I'll say it again #but I feel totally normal emotions about this punk rock

[passingthegravesoftheunknown]

Time for another @artists-guild-of-exandria project, this time the Art History Style Swap! I chose to imitate Spanish painter Murillo with this piece depicting The Nobodies. It was a really fun challenge to recreate a style very different to mine!

✨do not repost my art | Reblogs are love✨

#critical role #critical role fanart #critical role art #critical role campaign 3 #ashton greymoore #the nobodies #cr ashton #ahss #artists guild of exandria #ptgotu art #critrole #critrole fanart #cr3

[somewhatsentientspellbook]

look i was doing fine until i realised he's been telling himself this every single day since he met the hells

sometimes you have to get up and make the same mistake again and again

#i'm missing them okay?! #just give me someone in team uthodurn who wants to bring up ashton please? #even if it's fcg saying they miss him and hope he's okay? #or fearne wondering if ash has stolen anything from her stash in the hole? #or imogen wishing there was another tank who could help do tanky things? #or chetney talking to deanna about his adopted grandchild with anger issues? #critical role #cr3 #ashton greymoore #bells hells #the nobodies #critical role memes #cr memes #angsty meme

[sofigrace]

i’ve seen a lot of people try to discredit ashton’s “what’s was it like waking up and having them there?” just because milo was there and fixed him, and i wanted to give a bit of context (some canon, some theories) of why it isn't the same.

first, we got confirmation that milo was part of the nobodies, but i don’t think they were IN the nobodies. i mean that i don’t think that they were part of the actual heists. they were the one who got them the jobs and the gadget maker. the one connected to everybody of importance in jrusar maybe. but i think they came to the group way after they formed.

i think the nobodies formed in the greymoore house, or at least in bassuras. i think they knew eachother longer than they knew milo.

so, when ashton wakes up after dying and sees milo there, of course he's glad they are. of course he's thankful they saved him. but he still wonders "why did they leave?"

i think it'd be more useful to explain this by comparing milo and the nobodies to eshteross and bell's hells.

eshteross was an honorary member, beloved by the party, and extremely usaful for their jobs. but he wasn't with them. not completely.

now imagine laudna dying and waking up in eshteross' estate, only him there to tell her what happened. that she died, the party brought her there and then they bailed. her group, her friends, imogen, all gone, with no explanation and no idea where they went.

wouldn't she be confused and resentful even tho eshteross was there for her? wouldn't she wonder why they left too?

#bells hells #critical role #critical role spoilers #ashton greymoore #the nobodies #laudna #sofigrace

[queenjulia11]

You ever think about everything Ashton said to Sally in a single punch?

How she probably reminded him of the person he used to be, the person that maybe might’ve left her behind if she had fallen out the window?

Or maybe how he would absolutely not have left her behind — left anyone behind, even back then.

Whichever it is, Sally never fucking knew them. She didn’t know them then, and she sure as fuck doesn’t know them now.

The shame. The embarrassment. The anger.

She doesn’t fucking know him.

And now she never will. She’s ruined her chance to get to know this heroic, kindhearted, brilliant new Ashton Greymoore.

And she doesn’t even know what she’s missing.

Ironically enough, Ashton is now more of a Nobody to Sally than they ever were when they were “friends.” She lost the potential to have that incredible person in her life as soon as she left them behind.

And all of that feeling was, in the moment, simply too much for words.

You guys ever think about that?

#ashton greymoore #bells hells #critical role #cr campaign three #the nobodies #taliesin jaffe

[huariqueje]

The Nobodies Fleas dream of buying themselves a dog, and nobodies dream of escaping poverty: that one magical day good luck will suddenly rain down on them–will rain down in buckets. But good luck doesn’t rain down yesterday, today, tomorrow, or ever. Good luck doesn’t even fall in a fine drizzle, no matter how hard the nobodies summon it, even if their left hand is tickling, or if they begin the new day with their right foot, or start the new year with a change of brooms. The nobodies: nobody’s children, owners of nothing. The nobodies: the no ones, the nobodied, running like rabbits, dying through life, screwed every which way. Who are not, but could be. Who don’t speak languages, but dialects. Who don’t have religions, but superstitions. Who don’t create art, but handicrafts. Who don’t have culture, but folklore. Who are not human beings, but human resources. Who do not have faces, but arms. Who do not have names, but numbers. Who do not appear in the history of the world, but in the red chronicle of the local paper. The nobodies, who are not worth the bullet that kills them.

Poem from “The Book of Embraces,”  translation by Galeano’s longtime translator, Cedric Belfrage.

#The Nobodies #Eduardo Galeano #poem

[topaz-mutiny]

Second ramble is shorter because it's a comment about Ashton and Shady Sally.

It's actually hilarious that Bells Hells never met any of the Nobodies until this point in their journey together. Until after their first visit to Bassuras.

Shady Sally tells Ashton to their face, now, that he would do the same thing the Nobodies did to him and leave. That they'd abandon someone who was "pretty fucking broken".

It's hilarious because Ashton already went through that opportunity during the Otohan fight. Fearne died. Orym died. One of the last things any one still alive saw was Laudna viciously impaled on a sword.

Pretty fucking broken.

Ashton threw that punch because he already knows what he would do because he DID it, and instead of continuing the plan to run and scatter, they turned around and started running back for Bells Hells.

Because you don't fucking abandon people, pretty fucking broken or not.

#Critical Role #Ashton Greymoore #Shady Sally #The Nobodies #Ashton “ride or die” Greymoore #mad that they left and madder that they thought he'd do the same #“there are debts to settle” careful Ash you're starting to sound like the asshole in the castle

[gryffinthetiredart]

I got to design some CR chibis for the Artists' Guild of Exandria! In order, we have Anni Aughta (Ashton's grumpy musician roomate), Captain Xandis, Milo Krook, and Ashton Greymoore.

I'm.... more proud of some than others. But I'm trying to get out of the perfectionist mindset, so I'm posting the rushed, sloppy ones anyway. Fuck it 🤘

(also, sorry about the colour quality of some of these- my laptop's colouring doesn't translate very well to other devices)

#artists guild of exandria #exandria artists #cr3 #critical role campaign 3 #critical role fanart #critical role #artists on tumblr #my art #ashton greymoore #ashton greymoore fanart #captain xandis #milo krook #anni aughta #the krook house #critrole #critrole fanart #the nobodies #c3 #critical role 3

[witchamajigit]

Ashton Greymoore of the Hishari. Titan Blood.

#critical role #cr3 #dnd #critical role campaign 3 #moodboard #aesthetic board #dungeons and dragons #campaign 3 #bells hells #bellshells #ashton #ashton greymoore #titan #earth genasi #barbarian #the nobodies #titan blood #hishari

[quipxotic]

So the Nobodies didn't stay together. Makes sense, I guess. If they were willing to abandon one of their own as soon as something went wrong and never even checked back on them, what's there to keep them together? Hell, they never even came back to check on Milo.

I wonder if Ashton hadn't gotten hurt and had stayed with them, if the Nobodies wouldn't have disbanded?

#critical role spoilers #critical role #Bells Hells #ashton greymoore #the nobodies #quipxotic stuff

[gobliiine]

Every time we get new c3 content I am struck by how much love Ashton Greymoore has in their heart

#they love their friends so much #and I’m so certain they loved the nobodies just as much as they love the hells #AND THEY LEFT HIM #im devastated #ashton greymoore #bells hells #the nobodies #critical role #critical role campaign 3 #critical role liveblog

[its-your-mind]

Ashton: I can reach out to my old crew

The rest of the Hells, without reservation: the ones who left you to die? Absolutely not. Fuck those guys.

#c3e49 #critical role #critical role c3 #bells hells #ashton greymoore #the nobodies #cr #cr spoilers #c3 spoilers

[opal-punk]

ngl i think ashton deserves to stomp in the skull of whoever said "he's dead, just leave him"

#ashton greymoore #critical role campaign 3 #bells hells #cr3 #the nobodies #ashton's critical role tag

[awaytobeunshaken]

Angstpril 2023 - Day 26: Loss of Control (alt)

Ashton held their hammer cocked for a swing as the creature prepared for another dive, but Orym soon surged in front of him, shield high above his head. “Spread out!” Ashton yelled. “We don’t need that thing breathing on both of us!”

A fucking dragon, of all things. Granted, it was a young one, Orym had insisted, not as capable as a bigger one might be, but it had managed to take everything they’d dished out so far, and Ashton’s lungs were still burning from the cloud of fumes it had exhaled.

Orym wasn’t moving, so Ashton began to sidestep from behind him, hoping to find a position near the dragon’s flank. Before it could finish its dive, however, Ashton watched a pair of crossbow bolts rip through its wing, sending it tumbling to the ground. It tried to draw itself upright, but Ashton had positioned himself well and leapt forward to drive a pair of hefty strikes into its hip, hearing the bone shatter beneath his hammer. Orym was close behind, plunging his sword into the shoulder joint and dragging it downward, half-severing the limb from the body. A blast of magic from Laudna’s direction slammed into its neck, and that’s when Ashton saw the figure emerge from the brush to jam a pair of daggers into its spine.

Ashton raised their hammer again as they approached, thankful for the help of course, but still reasonably wary. “Holy shit!” the newcomer shouted as they looked up, daggers falling from their hands. “Ash?”

That was a voice Ashton hadn’t heard in a long-ass time. “Zee?”

ao3

He’d had plenty of time to think of what would happen if he ran into any of the Nobodies again, and over the years his thoughts on the matter had ranged from anger, to resignation, back to anger, and eventually to maybe wanting to see them again. Whether to make check in on them, or just for closure, Ashton wasn’t sure.

“Fuck, man, I thought you were dead. Bennett! Sally!” Zee called over their shoulder. “Get the fuck out here!”

“Ash?” Orym’s voice piped up from beside them. “Is this…”

“One of your so-called friends?” Laudna finished. Sally and Bennett were making their way out of the brush by now, Bennett shouldering the crossbow that had done most of the work for them.

“And this your new gang?” Sally raked her gaze over Laudna, then Orym, before turning to Ashton. “They could both use some meat on ‘em.” Ashton’s two companions glanced uncomfortably between the three nobodies but were letting Ashton take the lead so far; these were his people. “Zee’s right though; you were in fucking pieces. What happened?”

Ashton shrugged. “Milo managed to haul me back to their place and get me fixed up.”

“I’ll say,” Bennett chimed in. “Fucking sick!” He leaned in to get a closer look at the glass in Ashton’s head, then reached around and clapped them on the shoulder, leaving Ashton wincing in pain. “Oh, shit. Sorry.”

“This thing fuck you up a little, before we showed up?” Zee asked, poking the dragon’s hide with their toe.

“Nah, just an old ‘falling off a balcony’ injury acting up.”

“Oh, you mean the one where these assholes left you for dead?” Orym’s sword was still sheathed, but his had rested on the pommel like he was itching to draw it. Ashton and the Nobodies might have been joking around, but Orym was deadly serious. “Are you gonna tell them about Hexum, Ashton? How you spent two years as her fucking errand boy to pay off their debts?”

“It’s fine, Orym. None of that matters.” It wasn’t supposed to be like this, these two parts of his life weren’t supposed to interact like this. The Nobodies were crass and irreverent, and Orym was so fucking kind and earnest, and both of those things were great, but not together.

“It does fucking matter, Ash. You don’t need to brush off what happened to you just because they don’t give a shit.”

“Like I said, you little shit, he was fucking dead.” And the sound of her backhand across Orym’s face seemed to echo against the dragon corpse behind them.

“Don’t you fucking touch him!” And Ashton wondered if the surprise in her eyes was from his hammer hovering inches from her face or whatever light show his head was giving off.

The fearful expression didn’t last long, though. “What, are you two fucking or something?” she sneered.

“Orym,” Ashton sighed, pointedly ignoring the question. “I know these people, you don’t. I don’t need you getting all indignant on my behalf.”

“Well, someone ought to, if you’re not going to.”

“They’re right, though. I was dead.”

“No.” Orym’s face fell. “You were injured, dying, but Milo managed to save you.”

“I died, Orym, or may as well have. And they brought me back. And I never really thought about it that way until I saw the same thing happen to you guys. I might’ve had to do the same. And I’d have hated myself for it.” Ashton turned back to the Nobodies and shouted, “And no, I’m not drunk. These people have made me weird.”

After some discussion, and a fair bit of trepidation on Orym’s part, the two groups agreed to travel together, just in case a baby dragon wasn’t the worst thing lurking here. They didn’t get a chance to talk privately to Orym until everyone was setting up camp for the night.

“I had asked Joe to let them know I was looking for them, back before we left there. This wasn’t out of nowhere. It’s all… it’s complicated.”

“Yeah. I get that. I shouldn’t have snapped back there.”

“It was kind of cool that you did. I don’t get people looking out for me like that too often. And I’m, uh, I’m sorry Sally hit you.” He put a hand to Orym’s chin, examining the red mark on his cheek, careful not to touch it. “She’s not gonna do that again.”

“No,” Orym agreed with a chuckle. “You looked like you were gonna smash her face in.”

“Hell, if I’d have run into them on my own, I might have done it. Fuck, life was so much easier when I could just fix things by punching them.”

“Sorry you met us, then?” And they could tell Orym was only teasing.

“Not a chance.”

#angstpril2023 #critical role #fanfic #day 26 #loss of control #ashton greymore #orym of the air ashari #the nobodies #ashrym #cr fic #my fic

[sofigrace]

something that isn't talked about much after this ep (with reason, cause laudna's death hit hard) is that ashton finally decided to contact the nobodies

they've been avoiding the topic for so long, saying they were glad they chose to leave him behind, to finally decide to confront them...

after he lost a friend and decided to stay and do everything in their hands to fix it

#critical role #ashton my love #ashton greymoore #bells hells #critical role spoilers #the nobodies #sofigrace

[huariqueje]

LOS NADIES POR: EDUARDO GALEANO

Poem from “The Book of Embraces,” with music by the great Spanish guitarist Paco de Lucia. Below is the English translation by Galeano’s longtime translator, Cedric Belfrage, followed by the original Spanish. ~ Diana Rico

#youtube #the nobodies #eduardo galeano