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IN A WAY VEX IS ALSO THE GIRL WHO IS SO LOVED THAT SHE CANNOT DIE !!!!!!!!!!! she's alive merely because her brother loved her to death. laudna is going to live because her friends love her so much thay they are willing to do anything to bring her back no matter the cost.

vax carries his champion armor as proof of his love for his sister he wears it like a badge. his very own corpse trailing behind him as he watches his sister fly in the air. the bells carry laudna's corpse behind them too, stubbornly refusing to say their goodbyes because they know her story is not over yet. they will carry her corpse until they find a way — and they will find a way — to bring her back from the land of the dead and the whole time they're telling her "we are sorry. we love you. please wait just a bit longer. we are coming."

narratively speaking vox machina (vex specifically) helping bring back the poor young woman that died for their war and their games, who was nothing but a pawn, just collateral damage, is fantastic and so tender and devastating at the same time.

the past is never truly buried. violence is relived continuously & is never ending. the dead are alive and the living are dead. your past has risen from the grave and is coming to haunt you unless you resurrect it!!!!!!! and the intense overwhelming guilt of a life long past that forces them to help her because they have to. they did this to her, in a way. vex seeing a few resembles in laudna, like a twisted broken mirror and feeling so deeply sorry for this woman in front of her that she did not even know the name of until now, but she knew the face, of course she knew, how could she forget? the haunting dark eyes and the nightmarish broken neck.

and laudna! coming back to life (again) in her hometown (again) except this time she does not wake up scared and alone (okay, maybe a little scared, but not alone, never alone again). she doesn't wake up covered in her own blood, beaten and bruised and with a sore broken neck. no. instead, she wakes up clean and comfortable all bundled up in a blanket and she's not alone. never. she wakes up and she's surrounded by SO MUCH love! imogen, and warmth, and all of her friends! she's home! and she's safe! and she's back!

ghosts from the past coming back to haunt you and a girl that is so loved she cannot die!

#VEX AND LAUDNA. LIFE AND DEATH. WARMTH AND COLD. AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN. (LOVE) #critical role 3 #laudna #vex'ahlia #critical role #bells hells #vox machina #c3ep35 #my meta

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narratively speaking vox machina (vex specifically) helping bring back the poor young woman that died for their war and their games, who was nothing but a pawn, just collateral damage, is fantastic and so tender and devastating at the same time.

the past is never truly buried. violence is relived continuously & is never ending. the dead are alive and the living are dead. your past has risen from the grave and is coming to haunt you unless you resurrect it!!!!!!! and the intense overwhelming guilt of a life long past that forces them to help her because they have to. they did this to her, in a way. vex seeing a few resemblances in laudna, like a twisted broken mirror and feeling so deeply sorry for this woman in front of her that she did not even know the name of until now, but she knew the face, of course she knew, how could she forget? the haunting dark eyes and the nightmarish broken neck.

and laudna! coming back to life (again) in her hometown (again) except this time she does not wake up scared and alone (okay, maybe a little scared, but not alone, never alone again). she doesn't wake up covered in her own blood, beaten and bruised and with a sore broken neck. no. instead, she wakes up clean and comfortable all bundled up in a blanket and she's not alone. never. she wakes up and she's surrounded by SO MUCH love! imogen, and warmth, and all of her friends! she's home! and she's safe! and she's back!

ghosts from the past coming back to haunt you and a girl that is so loved she cannot die!

#its literally just so perfect like yeah THE GHOSTS THAT WE KNEW! i need to LAY DOWN ON THE FLOOR #laudna #critical role 3 #vex'ahlia #bells hells #vox machina #critical role #meta #c3ep35

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(after ep35) metagaming only toxic for MISERABLE BITCHES i be having a ball in this bitch!!!! KEYLETH AND WHITESTONE BABEYYYYY!!!! HERE WE FUCKING GO!!! if you are mad that sucks for you i'm popping up the fine champagne HAVE FUN!

#KEYLETH THEE TEMPEST #VEX AND PERCY LADY AND LORD DE ROLO ON MY SCREEN INTWO WEEKS #TONIGHT WE CELEBRATE #critical role 3

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thinking about imogen having a nightmare once again and laudna comforting her the way that she always does. thinking about cold cold hands very tenderly wiping away fresh tears and warm cheeks melting into a soft smile. thinking about "you should never have to run into the storm alone" and "we are going to figure this out. i promise. or at least die trying" (thinking about laudna dying and imogen being consumed by so much grief the storm and being all alone)

thinking about imogen falling asleep every night holding onto laudna's hands hoping, praying even, that maybe this time she will see laudna in the dream with her. and it will be wonderful and it will give her the strength to face all her fears. (thinking about imogen dreading closing her eyes and falling asleep fearing that she will dream of laudna being consumed by the storm just like bertrand was) (thinking about the intense relief that she feels when she wakes up and realizes it was yet another quiet night without laudna blessing her dreams. maybe there's still hope. maybe i can still save her.)

thinking about belly laughs and warm eyes filled with love and soft hands holding onto each other as tightly as they can. thinking about shared beds and intertwined bodies and trembling fingers and long late night conversations. thinking about "i don't know what i would do without you" ("come back. come back. please come back.")

thinking about making bright future plans and broken pinky promises. thinking about time and how there's never enough of it with the people that we love. thinking about "oh my god!!! i love this town!!! seriously laudna let's move here after everything!" (thinking about how there's no after everything with laudna. there's just the terrible suffocating aching void in imogen's chest and the piercing pain of never ending grief)

thinking about "it was really bad there for awhile you know when laudna came to town it was the first time i'd really felt any peace for a long time" and "it's the same sort of feeling that i had with laudna the first time i met her. it was there, she was there, but she was almost like at a different pitch than everybody else. it was musical. it wasn't painful like everybody else." and "we are pretty good at being hermits together it's nice" and "imogen and i, we don't really like new people"

thinking about learning to share your soul, your heart, your life with someone and then losing half of you. thinking about discovering the peaceful lullaby of love and then being lost in the stillness of death. thinking about the loss of music and peace and all things good and beautiful.

thinking about walking into the world alone for the first time in two years accompanied only by grief and regret. thinking about the bitter sweet realization that pain IS the price of love and that you've agreed to pay it every time you locked eyes and felt the soft rumble of butterflies in your belly. or every time you shared a laugh together. every time you felt your knees go weak with want. every time you fell asleep holding onto each other.

the grief is never ending but so is the love.

#i feel so normal and sane about them #c3e34 #critical role 3 #critical role #imogen temult #laudna #imodna #my meta #cr spoilers #imogen x laudna

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Is she your favorite?

#VOTED GOD'S LITTLE LAMB MOST LIKELY TO BE SLAUGHTERED!!!!!!!!!!!! #fanart #laudna #critical role

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like hm what the fuck is: you have lived a thousand lives before this together. you will live a thousand more after this. you are living a thousand lives right now in other worlds. you know that you are linked and have been throughout eternity. / you know what's really cool about this though? we all have friends right now. because in real life, when i was this age, i didn't have friends. and now, look! we all have friends! / why didn't we know each other when we were kids? / he's looking at you so fondly: "my friends! oh how i have missed you." / i have been so lonely without you. / i really missed you. i lost you and all of humanity soon after. in my loneliness i grew angry. my anger had tangible effects on reality. i wanted to bring you back to me so basically i tore time and space a new asshole / i will die and you will go home. if i fall, you will rise. that is my hope. / will you indulge me for a moment longer? (we will indulge you for another thousand years) / i was richer for having known you, friend. thank you all. it was ever a pleasure. / you have been a trusted friend, and if we are all one person together, you have been our heart, and it will certainly break to say goodbye to you / you know what? we are dying on a thursday doing what we love. i'm okay with that. / family? family.

just finished watching liam's quest for the first time and i feel so normal insane about it like OH WOW. he really did sit down and created a mini time traveling gothic horror dnd story as a love letter to his friends.

he broke all of time and space because he missed his friends and all his sorrow and his grief and his love spilled onto the world and destroyed everything. he put his best friends through the most horrifying and nightmarish timelines in an attempt to bring them closer to him. he wanted to see them one last time and tell them how much he loves all of them. he haunted them throughout time and space because there is not a single version of liam that does not long for his friends. what is a haunting if not a ghost full of love with no place to go?

he maimed and murdered his best friends in a sequence that literally came out of his deepest darkest nightmares because what is more terrifying than watching the people that you love die? he turned back time and he made them kids again so that they could have friends. he dug their lonely childhoods out of the ground with his bare hands like a gardener. like a reaper. and he said "no more lonely walks. now we are together." there is nothing more tender and devastating than looking at your friends and thinking i wish that i could have been with you every day since you were a kid.

he broke all of time and space to see them again. and he was ready and willing to die by their hand so that they could be free and go home. but instead they all decided to stay in a never ending loop of torment for the small chance of maybe being able to save him. he was ready to die for them but he forgot that they have already died for him hundreds of times. and they will do so again and again until they are all together. family? family.

#this changed the trajectory of my life forever. i feel like a changed new person. #like. the point of life truly is love and friendship. the grief and the horror is never ending but so is the love and the hope. #liam's quest #critical role #liam obrien #quotes #liam's quest: full circle #*slaps critical role cast in the ass* THESE BAD BOYS CAN HOLD SO MUCH LOVE IN THEM.

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just finished watching liam's quest for the first time and i feel so normal insane about it like OH WOW. he really did sit down and created a mini time traveling gothic horror dnd story as a love letter to his friends.

he broke all of time and space because he missed his friends and all his sorrow and his grief and his love spilled onto the world and destroyed everything. he put his best friends through the most horrifying and nightmarish timelines in an attempt to bring them closer to him. he wanted to see them one last time and tell them how much he loves all of them. he haunted them throughout time and space because there is not a single version of liam that does not long for his friends. what is a haunting if not a ghost full of love with no place to go?

he maimed and murdered his best friends in a sequence that literally came out of his deepest darkest nightmares because what is more terrifying than watching the people that you love die? he turned back time and he made them kids again so that they could have friends. he dug their lonely childhoods out of the ground with his bare hands like a gardener. like a reaper. and he said "no more lonely walks. now we are together." there is nothing more tender and devastating than looking at your friends and thinking i wish that i could have been with you every day since you were a kid.

he broke all of time and space to see them again. and he was ready and willing to die by their hand so that they could be free and go home. but instead they all decided to stay in a never ending loop of torment for the small chance of maybe being able to save him. he was ready to die for them but he forgot that they have already died for him hundreds of times. and they will do so again and again until they are all together. family? family.

#it truly is the one shot of all times like #we have time travelling. we have baby rabid liam clones. we have eldritch horrors and creepy wet forests. #we have 15 years old ashley johnson wearing dead marisha ray's ribcage like a hat. we have warlock goth 9 year old taliesin. matt is a bard #we have 15 years old ashley johnson taking a bite out of a dead cat because 15 years old girls are just like that for real #the sky is bleeding yellow goo. the walls are intestines. theres a beach filled with biblical horrors. also sam has a useless pet #conan obrien is even a horseman of the apocalypse #liam's quest #critical role #liam's quest: full circle #liam o'brien #my text

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everything is about old friends.

#liam's quest: full circle #aka the best one shot in the world #he broke all of time and space because he wanted to see them one last time #liam o'brien #critical role #liam's quest #quotes

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laudna said "maybe we can learn something about ourselves together" and then she was slapped in the face with tough love and care and worry and validation and hope. they are EVERYTHING to me!!!!!!! i have literally been fighting for ashton & laudna best friendism since day one and i'm so happy to see their dynamic grow into something this raw and beautiful. those are my favorite fucked up loud broken misunderstood misfits.

my shiny circus punk rock and my fun scary freak show. they are so important! excuse me while i go cry because i love them so much! i had to stop watching ashton & laudna scenes because you know the continuous theme of "your trauma does not make you unlovable. and just because you are broken does not mean that you are bad." got to me :')

WATCHING C3 EP32 AND LIKE BABE WAKE UP!!!!!!!! NEW INSANE ASHTON & LAUDNA SCENE JUST DROPPED!! god i love them SO much! they are so <3 my fucked-up-broken-but-trying-their-best babygirls <3

the acknowledgement that contrary to all the other members of the bells hells they are the only two who are visually fundamentally broken. the only two whose mere existence invites gawking stares and gasps. the only two whose trauma is out there in the open, on display, like a circus, for the world to see and judge. the mutual UNDERSTANDING and kinship that they truly cant have with anyone else in the group!

laudna dropping her happy persona and being serious and vulnerable with ashton, sharing her fears and anxieties about being irredeemable and broken beyond repair and ashton putting his foot down and being like fuck no! we are NOT irredeemable! but we ARE broken and THAT'S OKAY! we can be broken together. and we can try to be the best broken we can be. ashton making it crystal clear that he CARES about laudna and he SEES her and he UNDERSTANDS her. and laudna smiling just a little.

i think it's so important for laudna to have this type of dynamic with ashton, because as much as i love imodna with all of my heart they do not have this type of understanding, because imogen can do no wrong in laudna's eyes, she is perfect and beautiful and good and worthy of an happy life. even if she's a little broken it's nothing that the incredibly capable talented imogen can't fix herself.

but laudna doesn't see herself as someone capable, she's lost and broken and scared. so i think it's so so important for laudna to realize that oh hey!! here's another person who's fundamentally broken just like her!!! another person who clawed their way out of certain death and was scarred forever because of it!! and look hey, here's them trying to do the best they can with the shattered pieces they have left

maybe life does not have to be meaningless and doomed. maybe the future doesn't have to look so grim and dark. maybe she can try her best with the broken pieces that she has left. at the end of the day that's all any of us can ever do.

#the point of life is friendship!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #ashton greymoore #critical role 3 #critical role #laudna #my meta

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WATCHING C3 EP32 AND LIKE BABE WAKE UP!!!!!!!! NEW INSANE ASHTON & LAUDNA SCENE JUST DROPPED!! god i love them SO much! they are so <3 my fucked-up-broken-but-trying-their-best babygirls <3

the acknowledgement that contrary to all the other members of the bells hells they are the only two who are visually fundamentally broken. the only two whose mere existence invites gawking stares and gasps. the only two whose trauma is out there in the open, on display, like a circus, for the world to see and judge. the mutual UNDERSTANDING and kinship that they truly cant have with anyone else in the group!

laudna dropping her happy persona and being serious and vulnerable with ashton, sharing her fears and anxieties about being irredeemable and broken beyond repair and ashton putting his foot down and being like fuck no! we are NOT irredeemable! but we ARE broken and THAT'S OKAY! we can be broken together. and we can try to be the best broken we can be. ashton making it crystal clear that he CARES about laudna and he SEES her and he UNDERSTANDS her. and laudna smiling just a little.

i think it's so important for laudna to have this type of dynamic with ashton, because as much as i love imodna with all of my heart they do not have this type of understanding, because imogen can do no wrong in laudna's eyes, she is perfect and beautiful and good and worthy of an happy life. even if she's a little broken it's nothing that the incredibly capable talented imogen can't fix herself.

but laudna doesn't see herself as someone capable, she's lost and broken and scared. so i think it's so so important for laudna to realize that oh hey!! here's another person who's fundamentally broken just like her!!! another person who clawed their way out of certain death and was scarred forever because of it!! and look hey, here's them trying to do the best they can with the shattered pieces they have left

maybe life does not have to be meaningless and doomed. maybe the future doesn't have to look so grim and dark. maybe she can try her best with the broken pieces that she has left. at the end of the day that's all any of us can ever do.

#self-recognition through the other #if you want the rewards of friendship you have to submit yourself to the mortifying ordeal of being known #ashton greymoore #laudna #critical role 3 #critical role #text

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the entire ripley fight is SO good and there's too many good moments to talk about them all but vox machina collectively joining forces to kill ripley truly is the most insane scene of the episode and 1 of the best vox machina moments ever in MY humble opinion.

like "everyone gather around her. we are gonna fucking kill her together. everyone ready? for percy." but ALSO "this is percy killing you. not us." yeahhh honoring percy's death by finishing off the person who killed him but also recognizing that it SHOULD be percy to kill her. and the fact that he is not is wrong and horrifying. and she needs to know that this IS percy. that their shared combined anger and cruelty comes together to honor percy's will. they wield the weapons but percy is the true final executioner.

and i'm just continuously fascinated by how fucking CRUEL they were... the way they all just take and carve out pieces of her. the way they are not content with simply killing her: they have to watch her suffer. together. the way they are not satisfied with merely one of them dealing the finishing blow. they all have to all participate in this bloodshed. together. because she took percival from them. and that is unforgivable.

the fact that percival, knowing that this might be his end and being ready to finally face the consequences of his actions, grants her his forgiveness. and he recognizes that ultimately he's not killing her for satisfaction. he's not doing this to avenge his family and scratch the itch inside his bones that always seems to want to take more. not this time.

he's not the same percival he was when he faced the briarwoods... he's no longer consumed by that soul crushing anger and grief and he has a new family now (one that he loves and that loves him back). and he's a different man. perhaps not a better one yet. but different. or at the very least he WANTS to be. so he forgives her. because he knows that is the only way forward.

he's no longer doing this for himself. he's doing this because he knows this is what's best for the world. because he knows she's far too danger to walk freely (as he's far too danger to walk freely) so he has to end this. and mostly he's doing this for all the innocent people that she has hurt and all the innocent people she will certainly continue to hurt if she lives. he makes the noble choice, the righteous choice this time.

but vox machina? oh no. vox machina are doing this entirely for percy. she took percy away from them, so now she has to suffer. she took percival away from them, so now they'll take little pieces of her as retribution. they will watch as she squirms in pain and chokes on her own blood.

and in that final moment ripley dies, not because of who she is and the danger she poses, but because she killed their friend. she dies, not because this is the right thing to do, but because vox machina love percy. and they have lost him. and they are all so consumed by this soul crushing anger and grief. they no longer care about doing the right thing, only about making her pay.

vax sinks his daggers into her shoulder and rips her fake arm off her body with all of his hatred, scanlan viciously carves the "de rolo" crest in her forehead with all the calculated cruelty of a friend in mourning, grog swings his axe to cut her in half with all his mighty anger as keyleth weaponizes the nature that she loves so very dearly to choke ripley with a grasping vine, and vex, broken and in love, shoots her through the heart in one devastating poetic final blow and watches as ripley chokes in her own blood and silent screams.

they watch the life drain from her body and the light fade from her piercing eyes as they tear her apart, little by little, slow bit by slow painful bit, and with every blow, every stab, every wound they say: "we love you percy and this is for you."

this is vox machina's love letter to percival. and it is covered in blood.

#they are so full of anger because they are all so full of grief. and they are so full of grief because they are so full of love. #that's a moment for the history books #vox machina #percival de rolo #vex'ahlia #vax'ildan #keyleth #scanlan shorthalt #grog strongjaw #tlovm #vox machina meta #my meta #critical role 1 #critical role

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once again thinking about laudna "i'm just starting to wonder if i was always a blank canvas, even in my youth" and percival "did it choose me because i was broken or did it break me?" and laudna "you were never alive" and percival "you were always broken"

how both their childhood drags behind them like a corpse. and how they are the reflection of a city that died and killed everything in its wake. how their life does not really belong to themselves but to this malicious entity that represents all their worse thoughts and fears. and how they both love to fix and mend and invent things cursed by the knowledge that no matter how much they try they can't fix their own damage. and how they both think they are irredeemable. and how they both fear that it wasn't death, misery and grief that broke them, but they've just always been like that. broken and bad.

it's about the absolute despair. the finding comfort in the shadows because they're all you have. the years and years and years of loneliness so deep it makes a home in your bones. and then finally finding a family that sees you and loves you and still feeling like that isn't quite enough. still feeling broken. still feeling like there is just something inherently evil and wrong about you.

and it's also about what you do with your little moments. it's about looking at all that fear and ugliness and darkness inside you and still decide to keep going. little step by little step. walking into a brighter day.

#matching shirts that say 'i was born in whitestone and all i got was this trauma and this voice in my head' #fucked up haunted whitestone pcs we love you SO MUCH! we do! #they are so strong and brave for simply keep on living despite it all like sometimes that's enough #sometimes that's everything. #laudna #percival de rolo #critical role 3 #critical role #my meta

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she's such an insane character and not just the.. you know.. being hung from a tree and then brought back to life by the woman that brutally murdered you (and OH LOOK! she's living inside your head now lol) but just the. deep deep loneliness that aches inside your bones. the ancient never ending feeling of alienation. the feeling that you were never quite human. not even when you were still alive. because, i mean, how could you be? what human soul deserves to suffer the violence that you have experienced? and what does that even say about the kind of human that you were? why you, of all the humans in the world, why were you chosen to such brutal cruelty? why you? why you? why you? why you? what did you do? what could you possibly have done in your very short lived life to deserve such an horrible ending? what did you do? what did you do? why you? why you? why you? why you?

no. no. stop. stop. it's okay. it's okay. it's okay. you are fine. you were never human anyways. it's okay. you are fine. you were never human anyways. you are fine. you were never human anyways. now you are this. and you are fine.

trying SO hard to be normal about laudna saying "i know i was alive... i just don't know what it was about me that - i'm just starting to wonder if i was always a blank canvas... even in my youth" like jesus christ. the absolute despair in that confession.

what if it wasn't death that broke her? what if she's just always been somewhat broken? what if she was chosen because she was broken? what if there's no version of this story where she would have survived because she's just always been wrong, odd. what if it wasn't whitestone, or delilah that fucked her up? what if she has just always been a little bit fucked up?

what if there was just something essential, something human, missing from her since birth? what if she was simply born wrong? a mistake? missing something basic that everyone else seems to possess? not just a pulse, or warm blood, but a basic, inherent understanding of what if feels like... to be human? what if she just never had that? WHAT DO YOU DO WITH THAT?

how do you fix something that was already born to this world broken??? how do you fix something thats meant to be broken. it's not like she can mend or use prestidigitation on herself to fix all of her wrongness, all of her flaws, her filthiness.

what if she was simply born to it? that cruelty? that darkness? that loneliness?

what if death was just the next natural stage of a familiar emptiness that she's been used to since she can remember existing?

and how do you live with yourself when you are dead, when you feel like you've been dead all your life?

#i want to study her brain so bad #critical role 3 #laudna #my meta

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trying SO hard to be normal about laudna saying "i know i was alive... i just don't know what it was about me that - i'm just starting to wonder if i was always a blank canvas... even in my youth" like jesus christ. the absolute despair in that confession.

what if it wasn't death that broke her? what if she's just always been somewhat broken? what if she was chosen because she was broken? what if there's no version of this story where she would have survived because she's just always been wrong, odd. what if it wasn't whitestone, or delilah that fucked her up? what if she has just always been a little bit fucked up?

what if there was just something essential, something human, missing from her since birth? what if she was simply born wrong? a mistake? missing something basic that everyone else seems to possess? not just a pulse, or warm blood, but a basic, inherent understanding of what if feels like... to be human? what if she just never had that? WHAT DO YOU DO WITH THAT?

how do you fix something that was already born to this world broken??? how do you fix something thats meant to be broken. it's not like she can mend or use prestidigitation on herself to fix all of her wrongness, all of her flaws, her filthiness.

what if she was simply born to it? that cruelty? that darkness? that loneliness?

what if death was just the next natural stage of a familiar emptiness that she's been used to since she can remember existing?

and how do you live with yourself when you are dead, when you feel like you've been dead all your life?

#its also all very percival de rolo 'did it choose me because i was broken or did it break me' #percy and laudna wearing matching shirts that say 'I WAS BORN IN WHITESTONE AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS TRAUMA' #laudna #critical role 3 #my meta #critical role

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watching ep30 now and WOW her moral compass truly is SOO fucked up. obsessed with her not even considering running away or talking her way out of danger and just??? straight up setting off a bomb 😭 also laura's "i wasn't trying to kill them!!!!" after imogen sends a lightning bolt straight through the crawler that is filled with gun powder like OKAY BABE SURE I BELIEVE YOU

and travis' "what do you mean you weren't trying to kill him?! nothing about that looks less lethal!!! you sent 100,000 volts in their direction!" KSJSLDHDLDJDL RIGHT! LIKE THERES SOMETHING WRONG WITH HER IN THE HEAD (lovingly) ruthless and cruel imogen we LOVE YOU SO MUCH

i'm finally watching cr3ep28 and wow!! imogen is SO weird she's SO fucked up!!

she's so funny. this very pretty, anxious, nice and innocent looking purple girl just shrieking into people's minds. and tearing people's chest apart with lightning bolts.

and attempting to read dusk's mind simply because she feels jealous! ignoring all right to privacy AND THEN sneaking into dusk's room to spy on them and attempt to read their minds AGAIN but as they SLEEP like GOD that is so creepy. that is so weird.

i loveeee how fucked up her moral compass really is like. her in the museum fight literally pressing the button that activates the traps MULTIPLE TIMES!!! as she hears people be burned and doing it even when it seems like it's not necessary anymore. yk just because she can. and trying to read justi's mind after ashton specifically asked her NOT to... and getting a awful headache and nosebleed in result. her going blue and bald because of her wild fucked up magic. and her stealing + keeping a fucked up corrupted magical fey rock that she KNOWS is manipulating and corrupting her and sleeping holding onto it. and honestly probably a bunch more stuff that i'm forgetting at this moment lol

IMOGEN WE LOVE YOU! i support women being a little weird and fucked up actually!! my information gremlin. my favorite awful failwife who has personal beef with the moon. i hope she gets worse ❤

#i love it when women aren't necessarily evil but they are awful just like objectively bad people. with sketchy morals. #women who look nice and quiet but actually have a great capacity for being cruel. #we LOVE YOU! #imogen temult #critical role 3

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i'm sorry i'm still thinking about this killer line/moment. scanlan said it better than me "a city is not just a collection of houses and streets. it is a person of itself."

i also find so interesting how percy not only sees a city as a person, but also as an extension of the self. like no one is just their name, they are also the place they grew up in. like he said "you can't just abandon a city like this! there's too much here! otherwise it becomes our friend pike from nowhere."

and OF COURSE he thinks like this! he's percival de rolo III from whitestone who was born and raised to love and serve his city and his people. and who had his city – his home – violently taken away from him. percival de rolo from whitestone who saw his beloved city fall and rise again from the grave.

and it makes sense that he puts so much importance in the continued existence and survival of a city. even when he was nothing, he was percival from whitestone. and even when he had nothing, he had the comfort in the knowledge that, even though his family is gone forever, their city still stands. and with that so does the de rolo name.

because no one is ever truly gone so long as their home remains alive – because "i live as long as whitestone lives."

godd percival de rolo is such an insane little character. yes i'm once again thinking about "the death of a city is such a blasphemy. it is the murder of the dead. and i'm horrified by it." like WHAT A FUCKING LINE.

and he's so right too. a city is everything. a city is a tree. a city is a home. a city is a family. a city is laughter and joy and hope. a city is rebirth and comfort. when a city is gone not only is it's people gone but every other person before them disappears too. their homes. their favorite inns and secret spots. flower fields where children learn to walk for the first time and young love starts to blossom. all of that is just gone. forever. generations past and future simply cease to exist. a city is a world. more than that, it is a universe. an infinite amount of moments. it is life and humanity and everything there is and ever will be. if a city dies, what is left?

and it just makes so much sense that it is percival who says this. percy who sees this city destroyed by violence and grief and who understands and recognizes the horror of it all. who mourns a city like it's a person.

percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo the third, who was forced to flee his city bloodied and bruised and watched it die before his very own eyes. percival who died that day with his city. percival who returned to his city after so many years only to find it a ghost of what it once was, to find a grave. to find his people hanging from it's sun tree in a display of brutal violence and bloodshed, to find it's dead walking his beloved streets, to find it drowning in the absolute horror of what had happened to it. and percival who was reborn with his city too, who fought for it (and for him) and who helped dig his city out of the grave the briarwoods had built.

so, of course it is percival who sees a city for what it really is, a sentient being, and of course it is percival too who understands the violence that comes with the death of a city. a city that feels. a city that welcomes you. a city that wraps you with it's safe structures and says "hello, you are home."

yea what if a city was alive and it loved you. what if a city was alive and then died. what is left then? how do you bury a city? there is no grave big enough to contain such horror, such sadness, such loss. a city birthed you. a city raised you. a city kept the dead and brought safety to the living.

if a city dies you have no choice but to die with it! because a city is the world!

#sorry. i just went crazy for a second here but it's not just about a city. it's about the LOVE. like a city IS love. a city is YOU. #and a city LOVES YOU. #my meta #percival de rolo #critical role

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godd percival de rolo is such an insane little character. yes i'm once again thinking about "the death of a city is such a blasphemy. it is the murder of the dead. and i'm horrified by it." like WHAT A FUCKING LINE.

and he's so right too. a city is everything. a city is a tree. a city is a home. a city is a family. a city is laughter and joy and hope. a city is rebirth and comfort. when a city is gone not only is it's people gone but every other person before them disappears too. their homes. their favorite inns and secret spots. flower fields where children learn to walk for the first time and young love starts to blossom. all of that is just gone. forever. generations past and future simply cease to exist. a city is a world. more than that, it is a universe. an infinite amount of moments. it is life and humanity and everything there is and ever will be. if a city dies, what is left?

and it just makes so much sense that it is percival who says this. percy who sees this city destroyed by violence and grief and who understands and recognizes the horror of it all. who mourns a city like it's a person.

percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo the third, who was forced to flee his city bloodied and bruised and watched it die before his very own eyes. percival who died that day with his city. percival who returned to his city after so many years only to find it a ghost of what it once was, to find a grave. to find his people hanging from it's sun tree in a display of brutal violence and bloodshed, to find it's dead walking his beloved streets, to find it drowning in the absolute horror of what had happened to it. and percival who was reborn with his city too, who fought for it (and for him) and who helped dig his city out of the grave the briarwoods had built.

so, of course it is percival who sees a city for what it really is, a sentient being, and of course it is percival too who understands the violence that comes with the death of a city. a city that feels. a city that welcomes you. a city that wraps you with it's safe structures and says "hello, you are home."

yea what if a city was alive and it loved you. what if a city was alive and then died. what is left then? how do you bury a city? there is no grave big enough to contain such horror, such sadness, such loss. a city birthed you. a city raised you. a city kept the dead and brought safety to the living.

if a city dies you have no choice but to die with it! because a city is the world!

#can you tell i love this line lol #percival de rolo #percy critical role #tlovm #critical role #critical role 1 #vox machina #my meta