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sleepybabybees · 1 month

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Some shadow company ones- ft my 2 Ocs Oryn and Eskell (may make a post about them later-)

Oryn: Ah shit, I forgot.

Graves: Forgot what?

Oryn: How do you expect me to answer that?

Eskell: Oh, my God. Do you know what this is?

Graves: It’s a book. There’s a lot of those in here, this is a library.

Oryn: I have one foot in the grave but in a kind of fun flirty way, the way one might slip on a fishnet stocking.

Oryn: Why would anyone want to harm Graves?

Eskell: Maybe because they met him?

Oryn: There's no way he likes me back.

Graves: Eskell would throw himself in front of a moving car for you.

Oryn: Eskell would throw himself in front of a moving car for fun.

Graves: Eskell, that’s disgusting. You’re only giving free stuff to beautiful people.

Oryn: Yeah, you should be ashamed of yourself.

Eskell: Oh yeah? *gets really close to Oryn* How about a muffin on the house baby?

Oryn, giggling: I’m pretty.

Graves: I hate it here-

Oryn: Come on, Graves. Nobody actually believes that Eskell is in love with me.

Graves, to The Squad: Raise your hand if you think that Eskell is helplessly in love with Oryn.

*Everyone raises their hand*

Oryn: Eskell, put your hand down.

Graves: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

Oryn: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.

*Eskell walks in*

Oryn: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

Soap: Hey, what have you two been up to?

Ghost: We were helping Oryn write their vows, but they kicked us out because Graves was making inappropriate suggestions.

Graves: How is “Eskell, I love your sweet ass” inappropriate?

Soap: this is why I tried to blow him up in a tank.

Graves: Hey, what have you two been doing?

Oryn: we were helping Soap with their wedding vows and we were kicked out of their house for making it inappropriate.

Eskell: How is “Nice ass, Ghost” inappropriate?

Graves: not everyone needs to hear soap mention ghosts ass in his vows, Moon.

Eskell: I would-

Oryn and graves: we know.

Eskell: Are we really going to let Ghost keep Soap?

Oryn: We kept Graves.

Graves as a child: I can’t wait to grow up and have cool adventures!

Graves now: I can’t wait to go to bed.

Graves: Legend says that when you can’t sleep, it means you’re awake in someone else’s dreams.

Graves: When I find out who you are, I’m going to punch you in the face.

Graves: You can de-escalate literally any situation by asking ‘are we about to kiss?’

Graves: Doesn't work with getting out of speeding tickets, though.

#phillip graves #call of duty #shadow company #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #Oryn 'Fox' Knight #Eskell 'Moon' Drábek #call of duty oc #call of duty original character #incorrect quotes

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morrigan-sims · 1 year

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Happy Birthday Kristopher!

Thank you @simgerale for making Kristopher!

(bonus pics under the cut)

#that last pic... I'm in love #ts4 #ts4 edit #the sims 4 #sims 4 edit #my edits #*rtq extras #rtq: Kristopher #Kristopher by simgerale #he went for a ride and is taking a break <3 #I was gonna make it actually be winter cause in Oryn it would totally be snowy in February but I decided this looked better #besides I don't imagine his birthday is a very happy time for him most of the time... :'(

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jeonginkang · 3 months

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Oryn 🕺🏻

Now that made him pause a moment. Visually, Oryn was appealing. His crime scenes always messy but not deliberate. He just liked playing with his food. He would've been more interested had he met him before... "Up for debate."

#{{meme×weekend #Oryn Minjun Byun

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tewwor · 4 months

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oryn being so stressed he goes bald -> oryn wearing wigs -> specifically one that looks like miku's......... all thanks to @lastcrush for making me realize the truest nature of his hair

#* & edits .#* & oryn 'hwang saem' ━━ ❮ inspo ❯#// im still fucking DYING

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dont-touch-my-soup · 1 year

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The tide is brave, but always retreats

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CW: captivity, manhandling, forced to perform, dissociation

“Again!”

Jinn flinched at the force of that single word.

The large room was nearly silent. The five singers stood motionless. Waiting for the catastrophe that started to break in like a flood through a dyke.

They were all well accustomed to Oryn’s habits and they knew it wouldn’t take much longer until someone would bleed.

And apparently today that someone would be Jinn.

Jinn swallowed but his mouth was so dry it didn’t do anything to help.

A dull ache was throbbing right behind his temples and his eyes were burning.

He just wanted to take a rest. Sit down. Drink some water.

Frustration drew tears to his eyes, and he hastily blinked them away.

He wasn’t sure how long they were practising already but the sun had gone down at least five songs ago and Jinn’s legs could barely hold him up anymore. He just wanted to lie down and sleep. Sleep. Sleep.

But he knew, even if he was allowed to, he wouldn’t find sleep anyway.

Sleep had always been a difficult task since he came here.

But since Kell had vanished it felt impossible.

He dipped his head even lower as if he could somehow become invisible if he just tried hard enough.

It was better to blend in and hold your breath until everything was over and hopefully, hopefully Oryn wouldn’t even look at you.

It was a tactic Jinn had used a thousand times.

But this time it wouldn’t work because Oryn already had his full attention on him.

Robin next to him sighed quietly and mumbled something that definitely wasn’t meant to comfort him. Jinn could feel the hostility radiating from her. Somehow, he was glad he hadn’t caught the meaning of her words.

Jinn felt the gazes of the other singers like knives on his skin.

Nobody said a word but still he could feel their anger and irritation pressing down on him.

He carefully avoided looking at them, scared of what he would find there.

It wasn’t like they could do anything anyway.

But somehow it still felt like betrayal. And maybe that was the worst in the end.

But it was okay.

It was not like they had a choice.

And it really was Jinn’s fault. They all had to wait after an already exhausting day because he had screwed up. Jinn understood their anger.

They were all just trying to survive.

And it was hard to survive without losing yourself.

He didn’t want to lose himself.

But the longer he was here, the harder it got to keep pieces of himself.

Oryn’s hand shot out so fast, Jinn didn’t have the time to flinch away. He grabbed him by his hair and harshly yanked his head back up.

“What are you waiting for?” His eyes pierced into Jinn’s.

“I-I-…” Jinn started without having words in his mind.

“Sing,” Oryn ordered gruffly.

It was an effort not to lower his eyes again. It was an effort to hold Oryn’s gaze.

He was withering under Oryn’s gaze like a flower in a desert.

Oryn stared at him; his lips tightly pressed together. It was the only visible sign for his anger, but Jinn knew him long enough to know that Oryn was on the brink of snapping. There was a quiet rage in the way he moved and something cold and unforgiving in his eyes.

Somewhere deep down Jinn knew this couldn’t be all his fault. Oryn had already been angry when they started practice. But it was a useless thought. In the end it didn’t matter why Oryn was angry.

Nervously he nestled his sweaty fingers into the hem of his sleeves.

His stomach was in knots and maybe it was a good thing he hadn’t had dinner yet.

He really had to concentrate. He had to do better.

Jinn took a deep breath and buried the panic deep down in his gut. He forced his mouth to open and started to sing.

His voice sounded foreign and small in his own ears.

His heart sank but even a bad performance was better than disobeying.

He only came to the second verse when Oryn’s voice boomed through the rehearsal room.

"No.''

Jinn fell silent and ducked his head between his shoulders. He could feel his whole body trembling.

He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t. He was never supposed to end up here.

“No, no, no!” Oryn’s voice was sharper than a whip. He shook his head and put one hand against his forehead as if he was getting a headache.

Oryn sighed. “Are you even trying?”

“I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry,” Jinn whispered. He had to bite on the inside of his cheek to stop his mouth from jabbering. He didn’t know if Oryn heard him or not. His hands were shaking, and he gripped them together so hard it hurt.

Oryn snapped his fingers in the direction of a singer Jinn had barely seen before. He had to be new. “Your turn,” he commanded.

The other one looked up with wide eyes.

“Now,” Oryn snapped at him.

The other singer visibly swallowed. But when he started to sing, his voice didn’t quiver, didn’t break. He sang like he hadn’t been trapped here all day, forced to sing, and stand in the same spot for hours.

A tight knot formed in Jinn’s stomach. He was so much better than Jinn. It took Jinn a few moments to put a word on it. He was jealous. The realisation tasted bitter on his lips and he wished he could burn that feeling away.

Oryn turned to Jinn. “This is how it’s supposed to sound.”

“I-I am trying,” Jinn’s voice was barely a whisper. “I am-...”

“No,” Oryn interrupted him sharply. “You know very well that everyone here must earn their keep. And right now, I don’t think you deserve to be here.”

An icy feeling flooded through his veins. The words pulsated through his head and for a long moment they were mere letters before they started to fall into their places.

He stared up at Oryn. Unable to speak. Unable to move.

His body felt heavy and numb like it wasn’t his anymore.

Oryn wouldn’t kill him just because he had one bad day, would he?

Oryn sighed. “Come here.”

Dread dropped in Jinn’s stomach like a sack of flour. His legs suddenly felt like butter and Jinn was sure they would give way any second.

His eyes darted to the open door.

But he knew he would never even get out of the room. And then he would really be in trouble.

Tears welled up in his eyes at the mere thought of it.

He swallowed against the fear rising in his throat and looked back at Oryn. For just a second something in his statue-like face moved and Jinn wasn’t entirely sure if he had really seen the small smirk dancing over his lips or if he had just imagined it. As if Oryn had noticed Jinn’s gaze. As if he had read his thoughts. As if he wanted Jinn to try to run.

It was enough for Jinn to force his legs in Oryn’s direction.

Slowly he set one foot in front of the other.

It felt like walking through water. His steps echoed through the room; everyone’s gazes heavy on his back.

I am sorry, Jinn thought. He wasn’t good enough. And he’d never be good enough. He wasn’t like them.

His fingers trembled and he pulled his sleeves over his hands to hide the movement.

Oryn snatched his elbow and dragged him closer. “You are wasting my time.”

He emphasised every word and they rained down on Jinn like blows.

He wrenched Jinn’s hands out of the way as if he was just a puppet and put his own hand on his stomach. Jinn instinctively tried to step back, but Oryn caught his wrist and kept hold of him. His grip was tight enough to leave bruises, but Jinn didn’t dare make a sound.

“You need to breathe here,” again Oryn pressed on his stomach and Jinn wanted nothing more than to recoil.

Jinn’s couldn’t think. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe.

It had been two days since Kell had vanished and the other singers acted like nothing had happened.

It was always like that. People vanished and everyone else just kept going.

Like the person never even had existed. They vanished and nothing was left of them.

And Jinn knew, one day he would vanish too, and nobody would care about it.

They would forget his name and his voice until it was like he’d never existed at all.

Nobody would try to protect him. Nobody would try to get him back. Nobody would fight for him. Not anymore.

Kell had tried to protect him. He had cared about him.

At least Jinn thought so. He wanted to believe in that. He had to believe in that.

It had been two days. Two days without Kell.

If he just knew what had happened. If he just knew where he was. If he just knew whether … whether he was unharmed.

Maybe he had managed to escape. Maybe that's why Oryn was so angry.

It had to be.

But a tiny voice inside of him wasn’t so sure.

He wouldn’t have left without him.

Maybe there hadn’t been enough time to get him. Maybe Kell didn’t really care about him. Maybe it had all been a lie. They didn’t even know each other that well and Kell didn’t owe him anything.

But Jinn had seen Kell’s face. He knew Kell cared. It wasn’t so much about Jinn; it was about who Kell was. He cared and maybe he cared too much for his own good.

But maybe that was why he’d made it so long.

He hadn’t lost himself yet.

“Again,” Oryn ordered. “Don’t disappoint me.”

Jinn could feel tears prickle in his throat. His heart was sitting heavy in his stomach. Helplessly he lifted his arms just to put them back to his sides. Oryn’s hand on his stomach was an unyielding weight and it made Jinn claustrophobic. He knew how strong Oryn’s hands were. He remembered the bruises they had left on his body.

He shuddered.

They had healed. And Jinn had learned to do better. He had tried so hard to do whatever Oryn wanted but Oryn always found a new reason to punish him.

He would never be perfect. He would never be enough.

Oryn was so close. Too close. Jinn could smell his perfume. He hated that smell. It was too rich, too sweet, drowning out every other smell.

Oryn had rolled up his sleeves. Jinn had never seen him doing that. He was always dressed perfectly. He never had a wrinkle or a stain or rolled up sleeves.

“What are you waiting for?”

Jinn took a deep breath. Panic rolled around in his gut like the ocean in a storm. He took another breath. Then he started to sing tentatively.

He didn’t get far.

“Stop,” Oryn said. “Just stop.”

Jinn didn’t dare to open his mouth. He didn’t dare to move. He didn’t dare to breathe as Oryn paced through the room. It was so quiet Jinn was sure everyone could hear his heartbeat.

Finally, Oryn stopped. “Get out,” he hissed. “Everyone, get out.”

The singers moved as fast as they could without running.

Jinn only managed one step in the direction of the door, when Oryn’s hand wrapped around his shoulder.

“Not you.”

All hope poured from Jinn as he watched the last singers file out. He dropped his gaze down to his shoes as their footsteps faded. He didn’t move as if his life depended on it.

And maybe it did.

“Come with me. I will teach you how to breathe.”

Thank you for reading! @whumpzone @jo-doe-seeking-inspo @whump-cravings @tears-and-lilies @imagination1reality0 @suspicious-whumping-egg @i-can-even-burn-salad @siren-of-agony @villainsvictim (please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!)

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#forced to perform #manhandling #captivity #dissociation #unsung heroes #Jinn will fly #but not today #poor bean #but it is so nice that Oryn wants to help and teach him #right?#this felt like a game of 'how many ocean references can I shove into one chapter'#Jinn likes the ocean #I don't know how to tag things

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gaymingbinosaur · 8 months

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Fire gym leader Reyla

Her team and just some random thoughts

I didn't really put much thought into balance because my cat was helping and there is a lot more fire types to look through then fossil pokemon. So my priority was vibes and I think it works for her.

#my ocs #reyla #reyla oryn

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memento-morri-writes · 2 years

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The Incident (Mistakes Were Made)

Kristopher fucks up. Fallon does too. Very angsty.

ATQH Content Masterpost

Wordcount: 1,067

Trigger Warnings: Drinking/Alcohol, (Implied) Past Abuse/Neglect, Depression (Implied), Self-Deprecation, LOTS of angst.

Taglist: @enchanted-lightning-aes @ink-fireplace-coffee @inkingfireplace @rose-bookblood @italiangothicwriteblr

(this is for you, rose!)

February 20th

Fallon sat at her vanity, slowly running a brush through her hair. Though it had been years, she could remember her mother singing softly while she brushed away the tangles. So many memories. The room was full of them.

She looked down at the brush in her hand. Even that was a memory - a thirteenth birthday present from her mother. It was heavy, coated with silver and adorned with an engraving of a rose on the back.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. She glanced at the clock. It was after eleven. Who would be calling so late? The knocking sounded again, this time louder.

Fallon walked to the door and slowly opened it to reveal Mabel, red-faced and furious. “He’s gone and done it again, just like I said he would!”

“W-who?” Fallon stuttered, confused.

“That bloody prince! I saw him with my own eyes. Got his hands on my best bottle of wine.” The cook spat.

Fallon froze, Kristopher's words from the ball echoing in her head. I'd rather not. I don't like who it makes me. "I'll go talk to him," She said, pushing past Mabel into the hall.

"That scoundrel! If it wasn't for your rules, he'd be getting a good talking to right now. From my pin!" She raved, waving her rolling pin for emphasis. Fallon ignored her, walking as fast as her feet could carry her towards Kristopher's rooms.

When she arrived, she rapped rapidly on the door. There was no answer. She knocked again, harder this time. Fallon's hands shook, so she wrapped her arm around herself. Where the hell was he?

Slowly, the door creaked open. Fallon gasped. Kris stood in front of her, disheveled. His shirt was unbuttoned, and he was barefoot. A glass of wine was held loosely in one hand as he half-leaned against the door. He looks like shit, she thought.

“Your Majesty,” he slurred. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” Is he drunk? Fallon thought, eyes prickling.

“I’m here to search your rooms,” She said, trying to summon a tone of authority.

Kris smiled as if amused by something she'd said. He took a small step forward, unsteady on his feet. "And here I was thinking you were here to c-" He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence, as Fallon pushed him aside, storming into the room. "What the hell?"

Fallon ignored him, eyes desperately scanning the room, willing this to all be a ruse. Her throat caught when she saw it, a bottle of wine sitting on the coffee table. Crossing the room, she picked it up. It was half-empty.

Her vision blurred as she blinked back tears, staring at the bottle in her hands. He's actually drunk. Turning, she faced the Prince, who now stood, watching her, glass in hand. "What the hell is this?" She asked, unable to hide the tremble in her voice.

"It's a bottle of wine." Kris said, a lazy grin spreading across his face.

“Don’t be smart with me,” she said, angry now. “I don’t mean the bottle, I mean this. You.” Kris ignored her, idly tapping the glass in his hand. “I haven’t seen you drink more than a glass since you got here, and now you go and down half a bottle? What in the Morrigan's name is going on?"

Kris looked up and rolled his eyes. "Nothing's going on, besides the usual. I'm being kept at a reasonable distance until I stop being useful. But the joke's on you. I'm useless. So do yourself a favor and just send me home already."

Fallon's eyes burned with tears. "I don't believe you really think that. Whatever, whoever is going on here, this isn't you." Her voice shook, tone pleading.

Kris laughed, loud and sharp. "Oh, so you think you know me better than all of Oryn? Than my family? This is me, Fallon. The drunk, the extra, the useless waste of space. I guess you don't know me at all."

The bottle slipped out of Fallon's hand and it crashed to the ground, wine spilling from the open neck and soaking into the rug. The tears she had been holding back came now, spilling from her eyes as she stared at him, speechless. Oblivious, Kris tipped his head back and took a long drink.

As he lowered the glass from his lips, Fallon felt a bolt of rage shoot through her. She crossed the distance between them in two quick strides. Before she even knew what she was doing, her hand reached out and snatched the glass from his hand. Kris started. "What the f-?" The rest of his word was covered by the sound of shattering glass as the cup hit the wall and shattered.

They stared at each other for a moment, eyes flaming. "What the hell was that?" Kris gestured wildly towards the wine sliding down the wall.

Fallon grabbed his wrist, and looked him in the eyes. Her own burned with tears and anger, but her voice was steady as she spoke. "Don't you dare say you aren't worthy of love. Don't you dare go wasting yourself like this. You are a good man, Kristopher Pelle, and you'd better damn well act like, or I swear to you, you will be going home." She dropped his wrist and walked away, leaving the Prince standing, speechless behind her.

She stormed into the hallway, the door slamming shut behind her. "Your Majesty, are you alright?" One of the palace guards stood in front of her. Leo, she thought his name was. "I was helping to pack the last of Duke Viadore's things, and we heard yelling."

"Everything is fine," Fallon said, though she felt anything but. "Tell Captain Blackthorne to post a guard at His Highness's door. He's not to come out until he's sober. If you have to dump a bucket of river water on him, I don't care. Just don't let me see him again until he's presentable."

The guard's eyes widened, but he nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty." He looked like he wanted to ask more, but Fallon didn't give him the chance. She turned and walked down the hall back to her own rooms.

Once inside, she sagged against the door, anger dissolving into exhaustion, and the tears she had been holding back spilled out. Covering her mouth, Fallon sobbed quietly.

#writeblr #my writing #*#wip: atqh #atqh: scenes #atqh: edited version #atqh: Fallon #atqh: Kris #atqh: FxK #incase you don't know: the promise referred to in the summary is basically 'don't show everyone how much of a fuck-up you are'#specifically partly in not drinking.#poor bby. He deserves so much better #also the reason he says Fallon is keeping him around 'until he proves useful' is bc his father is the King of Oryn #which is the kingdom that Anvia (Fallon's kingdom) has iffy relations with #so he assumes that Fallon thinks he might be useful politically #kristopher you absolute dumbass #I love him but he's so fucking oblivious

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tewwor-aaa · 1 year

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✧･ﾟ open | mutuals & non-mutuals ･ﾟ✧

Ideally, Oryn could go about the day without making his presence known. All of the miracles his charge experienced from time to time should be seen as just that – a simple miracle. Not as the doings of some otherworldly force. So the key, he had quickly concluded, was to not be seen. To be heard or felt was something he could work with, but to be seen was basically game fucking over for him.

That was always easier said than done, though.

No one could have predicted the sudden shift of weather or the explainable onslaught of bone deep dread. One moment things were fine, normal, and the next it was the exact opposite. Dark clouds quickly swept the skies; big, ugly things that crackled and rumbled with malice. Then came the hungry bay of hounds. Except there were no dogs within a ten mile radius.

Urgency seeped into every pore, every nerve, as he thought in haste. There, off in the distance, laid a half dilapidated shack. It looked sturdy enough to withstand a storm, but whether or not it can last the efforts of unseen hounds remained a mystery.

Still, it’s a chance he had to take.

Fingers crammed past his lips, Oryn gave a shrill whistle. The sound of it sliced through the muggy air just for a split second; loud enough to have everyone, and everything, turn their attention towards the ramshackle shelter.

#indie rp #supernatural rp #* & open .#⁺˚*･༓☾　oryn 'hwang saem' ➟ convo　☽༓･*˚#// kicks feet like a schoolgirl #// whos gonna let me write his guardian angel verse?#* & do be afraid — guardian angel verse .

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thepowerofhornyness · 2 years

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I’m gonna babble really hard here ‘cause I just finished the ep, so let me start by saying that I obviously don’t hate the people on the table or whatever, because by the end of the post you will see that I’m thrilled to see the ramifications of c3ep34 and how they will affect the rest of the campaign and because I have more to do than to be mad at real people because of a make believe game lmao

I’m really sad that Laudna was chosen instead of Oryn. That is a deep tragedy on this when you look at her story until now and the fact that, to me, it would feel much satisfying storywise for Oryn to go(even if I love him).

For Laudna, who heard Delilah say, as a pure means of manipulation that her friends would abandon her a couple of episodes ago not be chosen by them hurts. For her, who struggled with the question “did I ever live in the first place?” be put in second place thanks to her undead nature by the woman she loves most, almost looks like a cosmic confirmation of her insecurities and past tragedies because the decision was not made with this ramifications in mind

Even if it came from a place of logic or luck, even if I like the way it worked out, even when it came down to good sounding arguments, those points make this even more painful when looking at a character with a tragic backstorie like Laudna because it really does feel like the universe is siding against her at all costs. That the best choice the world gives to the people around her IS to make her a second choice, if not an instrument, even when the situation around her change and she finds people at her side. And I really like this direction too storywise!

Emotionally, I wanted them to bring her back because of her positive outlook on life! And the way she sees Imogen and Is seen by her and all their new friends! And because I hate the idea that she is somehow passing time with her undead-patron-abuser-murderer. To Laudna who was used since early in her life as a means to hurt someone else, as an weapon for other powers, to not only suffer the same fate but be(in theory) in the hands again of the women who did this is the first place, makes me real sad lol

And now all I’m thinking about is: “How will they react to it from now on?” Because I really want to see how this affects them!!! And I don’t think Oryn dying would have the same effect!!

Like, Ashton was really stressed on that fight, I think he was the person most conected to Laudna outside of Imogen, will he snap more now? Willl the revelations of his family factor into that? One of FCG’s last interaction with her was the murderbot thing! And Imogen. Who even is her without Laudna as a factor? How will she react to her own powers in the next episodes? And Oryn

Oryn would be the perfect death. Tis’ there I said it. I love him BUT he would be the best of the 3 to pass on storywise(to me), would be even more perfect than Molly was in c2 actually. You see, he would be a great martyr, something that he already see himself as in some capacity I think. He would stay with his husband in the afterlife for eternity after trying, and being really successful honestly, at doing good whenever he goes, at making new friends and being special to them, at finding the people responsible for that tragedy and be sure in Elysum or whenever he finds himself in that the friends he did would sure as hell avenge him. He would unite more the bells and bla bla bla.

But we didn’t get that, now he’s back and I concur with FCG/Sam when he says that Oryn would choose her, and I think the little guy see this too. BUT, The way things ended is much more fun to me. CR is a slow ass burn in its story telling and I think the least “predictable” situation is the best, even if it doesn’t looks like the most satisfying right away(not to me I’m loving it already lol), because they have time to work this trough.

Yet I still feel really sad about Laudna, I wish her life wasn’t the quasi-classical tragedy it is. But I’m excited about what the future brings ahead!!! I like to toy with the idea of Marisha making Laudna salty about what happened but realistically I think she would be ok with how it played out, which adds again to the pile of tragedy she’s in but that’s part of the charm of her character, lmao

#cr spoilers #laudna #c3 #c3e34 #critical role #also I want to see Marisha rooking a new character lmaaaao #even mechanically I think it’s more sound to revive Oryn since he’s a frontlines actually #but idk I feel like I’m seeing too much shadows on the wall already #just babbling #don’t hate me please I don’t even post here often #also #there was this thing Matt said after the Gentle Repose that I missed #but it sounds creepy nonetheless #sorry for the babble #please ignore the mistakes it’s the middle of the night and I’m not gonna correct them lmao

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