shannananan
Shannananan
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Wednesday night: roommate and i go on a longwinded discussion about content creators, streaming services pros and cons (re: dropout, watcher, etc).
Thursday morning: Critical Role announces Beacon
Thursday night: roommate asks about mighty nein and "who's this fancy boy" (shows art of essek) and proceed to go on an educational tour of shadowgast
Catching up on CR today: O_O
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so uhhh if anyone else wants us to have prophetic conversations, please let me know.
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Sending Stone Messages
A list for me that I want to update as new ones come in! Which w/ Dorian back, hopefully not so much (But i think I found all of them so far)
Bonus Ep 6 - Orym gripping the sending stone while Dorian was away
Ep 16
Fearne - right after Dorian leaves
Ep 22
Orym — “We’re leaving Jrusar, heading southeast. Following the Treshi thread further. You’ve been missed. Hope you’re well.
Dorian — “Hey, sorry. Was sleeping. Thanks. Miss you guys too. Shit got crazy here too. Floating bar, I’ll tell you later.
Ep 31
Orym — “Hey friend. Missing you here. Could really use your special brand of optimism right now. Don’t know where you are. Hope you’re happy. Bye now.”
Dorian — “Hey! Floating bar got a little weird. Took awhile to land it. This side of the fam is keeping me busy. Miss you all too- Don’t die!”
Bonus Ep 33 - Sending stone falling from Orym's hand as he dies from Otohan
Ep 40
Orym — “Hey. Yios bound. Found them- their killers. Bigger than we thought. Read rough, Dorian. Eshteross is dead. Glad you’re not here, wish you were anyway.”
Ep 41
Dorian (via Robbie)— “Oh Orym~ My heart aches I cannot be there to help you. Find strength, stay steadfast. Sending you fairer winds. …. Is this thing on or-“
Ep 49
Orym — “Dorian. Update. People we’re chasing unleashing hell in a week. We’re headed there now. Odds not good. More tomorrow. Where are you?
Dorian — “Orym! With the rest of the Crown Keepers in Tal’Dorei. Opal’s getting a little dark. Little busy at the moment.. I don’t even know how to get to you.”
Ep 49
Orym — “Listen, what’s going on over here is really bad. Get the group, get underground. Stay there until you hear from me again… Miss you”
Dorian — “I'll see what I can do. There’s plenty of places underground, I’m sure. It's a little hairy on this end too. You take care of yourself. Be careful”
Ep 59
Orym — “Dorian?? Can you hear me? what’s the sky look like where you are? Tell me you’re okay-“
Ep. 63
Orym — “Dorian. still alive, by the skin of our teeth. want to talk more. you know where Dariax is?’
Bonus I miss you - Ep. 79
"I really miss Dorian and sometimes I think that's okay and sometimes it isn't."
Ep 86
Orym — “Dorian, we’re alive. Been to the moon, going back. Find the tempest. If I don’t get the chance again, I’ve really missed you.”
Ep 92
Orym — "We're home. Can you hear me? I'm northeast of Bassuras. Can you get there? I'm... struggling. Sorry. Can you get here? Fuck, I miss you."
Ep 93
Dorian (Robbie back) - "I'll be there"
#Screams into the void#the poetry that story the sending stones tell on their own#bells hells#orym of the air ashari#dorian storm
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Fearne had, in true Fearne fashion, wrapped herself like a personal pashmina around Dorian, which left Orym to curl into his chest.
They had slept this way dozens of times before. Fearne’s blackened fingers wrapped tightly around his forearm as she snored loudly into Dorian’s ear. Orym’s head rested on Dorian’s bicep, his arms folded together between them, and his bare feet were gingerly resting upon Dorian’s thighs just above the knees, as Dorian had coiled enough to let Fearne’s fuzzy leg stretch over his hip. They were exhausted, and this was familiar, and he should’ve been fast asleep.
But Orym’s mind buzzed.
Fearne had always been a strong source of heat, but now she was a furnace, and even without covers it was too warm. But Fearne was not the reason why Orym’s skin burned where it met Dorian’s.
He was a fucking grown man. He was fully capable of admitting that.
Admitting it didn’t change it.
Neither did it change his awareness that Dorian had been too still for the past hour, his breath too precise and measured to be natural as it fell upon Orym’s hair. Orym was not going to presume that the cause of this was the same thing afflicting him; there were plenty of other reasons Dorian would be lying awake tonight.
“My family will find your brother,” he murmured finally, and Dorian’s breath wavered for just an instant before he regained his composure and returned to his measured, singer’s breathing. It was so slight that no one else could’ve noticed it, but Orym noticed. “You said there’s a body— the Tempest can bring him back, or Fearne, honestly—“
“I know,” Dorian answered, and this too was so faint that no one but Orym could’ve heard. “I know,” he said again, as though this one was only to appease himself.
“Do you think… do you think any of Opal is still in there?”
“I don’t know. I could barely tell what was in there—“ he cut himself off. “I couldn’t even help my brother. I think Fy’ra Rai might’ve… she must’ve seen something. I hope so,” he added, inhaling, trying to capture an airy tone that he didn’t fully manage. “The Spider Queen doesn’t deserve her. She doesn’t deserve anything.”
Orym had nothing to say to this. He hadn’t cared what the gods did or didn’t deserve in weeks, but now he could see the vein of fury that sharpened Dorian’s edges. It didn’t frighten him the way it had frightened him months ago, when things had been simpler, when there was not a war to be fought. It simply saddened him. “I’m so sorry about Opal,” he said, after the silence had lingered. “But I’m,” he breathed out a single dark laugh at himself, his selfishness, “I’m real glad it wasn’t you.”
Dorian’s laugh matched his own. “I suppose that is a silver lining.”
“I’m so glad you’re here,” Orym admitted. It was easier to keep his voice from cracking at a whisper. “I’ve thought about seeing you again so many times— I wish the circumstances were better—“
“I’m here,” Dorian said, for the second time today. “The circumstances tried very hard to make even that impossible, but— I’m here.”
Orym pulled his arm gently out of Fearne’s grasp and raised his hand to Dorian’s cheek. It was too dark to see the tinge of lavender against his skin, but Orym could feel the warmth bloom beneath his fingers. He still couldn’t bring himself to attribute his friend’s insomnia to anything so self-serving as his own, but perhaps it was one factor.
He pulled his hand back. Was there a flash of disappointment in Dorian’s eyes? He couldn’t tell in the dark. But he brushed his fingers together, drawing upon the wellspring of life within the ground beneath this hastily-erected encampment. The Hellcatch looked like a barren wasteland to most, but that life was still present even here.
Perhaps not now, but after a rainy season, the valley would bloom with wildflowers. The seeds waited in the earth for their time to sprout. Life went on, even in the darkest of places.
He produced a small stalk of life from his hands, and held out the tiny bundle of forget-me-nots to Dorian.
He should’ve said that they were for Cyrus, to remember him by. He wanted to say that they were for Dorian himself, that a day hadn’t gone by that he hadn’t thought of him. He didn’t speak at all as Dorian’s hand wrapped around Orym’s, pinching the stem beneath his fingers but not letting go.
“Orym,” Dorian breathed, looking from the flowers to his face. Then a strange expression came over his face, a wrinkle of consternation as he stared into the middle distance. “Fearne, are you braiding my hair?”
Orym lifted his head an inch to peer past Dorian’s ear. He had noticed that the snoring had stopped, but he’d been too caught up in the conversation to process it. Fearne’s wide eyes stared back with perfect innocence, her hands indeed weaving Dorian’s hair into a loose braid.
“Just pretend I’m not here,” she whispered quickly. “I’m totally not here.”
When Orym dropped his head back to Dorian’s arm, he was met with a crooked smile. It was not meant to be disarming, but it disarmed him anyway.
“Just like old times, eh?” he said, but his hand was still around Orym’s.
Carefully, Orym moved to tuck the flower behind Dorian’s ear, bringing both of their hands with him, and then laced their fingers together instead. “No,” he said, and tucked his head so that his brow rested against Dorian’s chin, and pressed their entwined hands to his lips. “But I think that’s okay.”
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return of the king <333
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Lots of gifts to show Dorian
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Dorian and Bells Hells reunited!!!!
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I'm alive because they made me alive.
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One thing I love about the way Sam plays is he’s not precious about his characters. He does what’s right for the story and for his character regardless of whether or not that puts his ability to continue with that character at risk.
So many DnD players are so hesitant to play their back up characters but Sam isn’t making choices out of a sense of character preservation unless that’s what makes sense for the character. So often adventurers set off to be legendary heroes and to some extent a martyr complex has to go with that.
The thing is that very few people are willing to lean into it because it’s so hard to let go of something you’ve put so much time and effort into. Sam is the kind of person to roll with it and sometimes even enjoy it, though I don’t know that that was the case this week. He likes to tell a story with more consequences than some of the others. It’s why he never used halfling luck, it’s why he he gives most of his characters families and something to lose. For Sam, the consequences make the game which makes him the perfect player for a late game (probably permanent) death. It’s what the story called for and Sam is the perfect player to field that kind of complication.
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i do think the funniest thing sam could do right now, however, would be to simply have taryon gary darrington himself show up and make everyone yell at him again.
#a tary stan thru n thru#there's enough VM tie ins dont be a coward sam#OR. come back as DOTY - another automaton#bells hells#critical role spoilers
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i need feminism because when jesus does a magic trick it’s a goddamn miracle but when a woman does a magic trick she gets burned at the stake
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three months later, it is finally freaking behind me
#the show is over.#i have the keys to the new place.#i am wrapping up campaign reports.#i am starting a new contract.#i am not in a constant anxiety attack
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having period cramps while throwing up from food poisoning should be illegal.
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you know those hyper specific candles that are like "the smell of grandmother's kitchen when you are a wee child and the innocence of youth hasn't shattered yet" and you go yes, candle, you are correct.
I just made chamomile tea with echinacea extract for my cold and took a whiff and my brain immediately transported me to "the smell of being in Grade 4 and reading a Dear Canada book for your spring book report that you definitely forgot about until the week it is due."
#went full ratatouille flashback#ive walked away and come back to the cup and taken a whiff and it is Clear as Day.#sense memory is wild
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Do you ever like physically feel yourself pass your mental breaking point and then all you can think is “oh these next few days are going to be interesting”
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alright whos going to be the first to make an edit of Good Kid (reprise) over Luke's betrayal in the show.
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I finished my rewatch/relisten of the Vox Machina campaign in mid-December (although I recently re-embarked on the second half of the Chroma Conclave arc hoping season 3 of TLVOM will be announced (released?? 🤞) by the time I reach "A Bard's Lament"). Predictably, I bawled, AGAIN, but by then I'd already been scribbling and sketching ideas for this for... a couple of weeks? Hence the little WIP preview last month.
I'll never shut up about this moment. It's just as beautiful as it's heartbreaking, in- and off-game, especially taking into account all the context of characters/people involved.
Also, bonus, because after I finished sketching that 6th frame I thought a hug was needed.
"You broke my heart." and all of ours as well 💔
#Vox Machina#Critical Role#This is The Moment TM.#saw this on twitter and even tho i knew what was coming it still punches#the duality of in game and out of game visuals#i will talk about this moment forever#OP gets it
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purple-like-fire replied to your post
Ironic with the play you are doing
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never tempt the superstitions of theatre. the old gods will hear and they will laugh. "they play that goes wrong?" they ask, "well if you insist". And they will smite down upon ye with the fates that hath been spoken into existence. The mortals, stuck in their hubris, fly too close to the sun. icarus, wings burning as he plummets to the earth wondering why he thought he could best the powers bigger than he. We spoke the words, the script, hath it mistakingly transformed to the scottish play? is this the ghost of banquo i see before me? We make offerings to the Ghost Light. We ask for forgiveness, we are nine days from opening.
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