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ritual burial in the grove, in the bone orchard . . 🌿🕯꩜
(for the most recent @artists-guild-of-exandria project)
(please click for details so it doesnt look so blurry lol)
#illustration#digital art#critical role fanart#critical role#fantasy art#artists on tumblr#caduceus clay#constance clay#cornelius clay#corrin clay#colton clay#firbolg#dnd#forest#moss#gravestone#shroud#coniferouskiddo#2022
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Just listened to c2e96 the other day, and there’s the bit where Cad’s aunt gets shattered in her petrified form and they have to put her back together before they can revive her… and she doesn’t get put back together quite right and she comes back ok but stiff/in pain… And they ended up using Stone Shape but Caleb did suggest melting down silver to put her back together…
Anyways idk if that bit had any influence on the creation of Ashton as a character but. Big Ashton vibes from that whole bit.
#if i had a nickel for every time a cr character got shattered and put back together#and came back to life mostly ok but with chronic pain#i’d only have two nickels but it’s weird that it happened twice#critical role#cr2#c2e96#cr3#ashton greymoore#corrin clay#clay family#kk talks about stuff#kk watches cr2#kk watches cr3
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FMRB,FSG flowers masterpost
To go along with From My Rotting Body, Flowers Shall Grow, here's everybody's flowers in the Blooming Grove and what they mean in the language of flowers!
Vox Machina:
Vex'ahlia - Chicory (frugality)
Percy - Clematis (artifice and ingenuity)
Pike - White Heliotrope (devotion and faithfulness)
Grog - Black Tulips (strength and passion)
Tary - Alstroemeria (wealth, prosperity, and devotion)
Vax'ildan - Snowdrops (hope)
Tiberius - Tiger Lily (wealth and pride)
Scanlan - Naked Man Orchid (love, beauty, luxury, and sexuality) (and yes, these are in fact, a real flower)
Keyleth (not shown in the fic) - Cherry Blossom bonsai (endurance, hope for spring)
The Mighty Nein:
Caduceus - Sweet Peas (blissful pleasure, goodbye, departure)
Mollymauk - Snapdragons (presumption, deception, royalty, and passion) (as decided by Taliesin during Talks Machina after Molly died!)
Yasha - Star of Bethlehem (atonement, reconciliation)
Beau – Columbine (resolved to win)
Fjord – Gladiolus (strength of character and generosity)
Jester – Lupine (imagination) (bonus points for looking decidedly phallic)
Veth – Cowslip (rusticity, winning grace, healing, youth, and pensiveness)
Caleb – Marigold (grief, despair, and affection)
Essek (not in the fic) - Moonflower (beauty out of darkness, mysticism)
The Clay Family:
Cornelius - Allium (unity, humility, peace)
Constance – Iris (faith, valour, wisdom, and friendship)
Corrin – Cactus (endurance)
Colton – Hydrangea (boastfulness, thank you for understanding)
Nila - Moss (maternal love, charity) (half for the meaning, half because Nila tended the mosses in the Guiatao clan)
*Calanthe (minor OC, first ever Clay in the Blooming Grove) - Rhododendron (danger, I am dangerous, beware) (fully inspired by this post)
#kc speaks#regarding kc's fics#my fic#Critical Role#CR 1#CR 2#fanfic#Keyleth#Caduceus Clay#Vox Machina#The Mighty Nein#Cornelius Clay#Constance Clay#Corrin Clay#Colton Clay#Nila#long post
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Cad's meltdown haircut in his lvl 13 art was him impulse combing out his locs actually Post Now
#ghul.txt#as soon as he finished he went 'why did I do that' and washed and styled best he could#Calliope not expecting to see this poofy lil bob on her brother#caduceus clay#all the clays have locs in some form and at varying lengths#except aunt Corrin she just wears hers loose#UGH i need to draw them.
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Aaron: Do you ever feel like—
Clay: Like a waste of space?
Lance: Like a huge disappointment?
Corrin: Like you’ll never be able to live up to the expectations you place upon yourself and eventually you’ll just have to accept it?
Aaron:
Aaron: I was only gonna ask if you ever feel like your toes don’t fit together right, are you guys okay??
#incorrect quotes#text post#self ship#nexo knights#aaron fox#clay moorington#lance richmond#polycampaign#lavender knight verse#corrin.txt#q#corrin blake
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Curious Gazes: The 79th Venice International Film Festival featuring Dad!Harry
venice looks!
harry_lambert wants to message you!
A gasp left Chiara’s mouth as she stared down at her phone. The notification must have been a glitch, apps glitch all the time…right? Why would one of the most important stylists message her? All her worrying had her nibbling on her lip nervously.
She had to find out what he wanted. Swiftly her thumb swiped to accept the DM to reveal Harry Lambert’s message to her. Her heart leaped out of her chest once she saw three long paragraphs on her screen.
Dropping out of college to become a freelance makeup artist wasn’t something she planned on doing. Being in debt over school had her worrying about every little thing so she ended up quitting her third year at NYU.
Her parents did not take it well at first but over the years they’ve learned to support her makeup artist job, thankfully.
“Holy…sh—“
The blonde slaps her hand over her mouth as she continues to read the messages over and over to check if her eyes are deceiving her. Why would someone this important want to work with her? Even his client wanted to work with her…wait who was his client anyway?
In a hurry she taps to get onto Harry Lambert's Instagram page but her shitty Wi-Fi stops her.
With a groan Chiara stands up frustratedly and starts to walk in circles. Before giving up on her Wi-Fi she stubs her toe, stuffs her face with marshmallows and even makes crappy popcorn on her stove.
When her internet goes out she either falls asleep and prays it will be back on when she wakes up or she uses her neighbor's Wi-Fi. She would’ve used her neighbors connection but they’ve already yelled at her countless times for slowing down their internet.
So the most sane thing to do was go to a cafe and use up all their free Wi-Fi.
Harry Styles, Florence Pugh, Emma Louise Corrin, Alexander Skarsgård and even Y/N L/N. She almost let out screams at each picture of the celebrities and had to remember she was in a cafe full of people. Swiping back to her direct messages she clicks on the most recent one that had her in shambles.
Hii Chiara I’m Harry Lambert and I was wondering if you are free the first week of September? Me and my client would love to work with you…
Too jittery to read everything the hundredth time, her shaky hands type out a response. It took her about 20 tries to type a decent message without making it seem like she’s freaking out—which she still was doing.
Once she hit send, she shoved her phone in her back pocket apprehensively and rushed out of the cafe nervously. It felt like she was in highschool and just sent a risky text.
Instead on waiting on a message, Chiara does a bunch of things to distract her but nothing could take her mind off of Harry fucking Lambert messaging her.
While her hands were covered in clay and thinking about the business opportunity she may have, she felt a buzz in her back pocket. Almost instantly she shoots up from her seat and turns off the pottery machine. Everyone else in the room was too busy to notice a blonde rushing out of the building with a towel wrapped around her hands.
“Yes!”
She couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Harry Lambert just gave her his and Alessandro Michele’s phone numbers for confirmation. The amount of excitement she felt was insane, never in her 22 years of life has she felt this giddy. Everything was finally turning good for her.
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If you would’ve told her she would be getting on a private jet with Harry Styles and Y/N L/N, Chiara would’ve laughed in your face. But watching Y/N L/N and Harry Styles help their children out of their Range Rover through the jet window had her mouth hanging open in shock.
First of all she would’ve been fine with a regular plane ticket, yet Harry Lambert told her Y/N and Harry insisted on having her join their plane ride to Venice.
Oh yeah…she was going to Venice precisely to do Y/N’s makeup for The Venice Film Festival. She absolutely lost her shit of course. She never imagined doing someone’s makeup for one of the most prominent film festival’s yet here she was sitting on a jet seat.
While people were still boarding—none of them being the acclaimed couple—Chiara recognized some as the people that were on Y/N’s social media feed, she knew one of the guys sporting a backpack was Harry’s manager and the other being his photographer, Anthony.
She didn’t know how she was going to handle this for two whole days, hopefully she wouldn’t weird anyone out with her talkative persona.
“Excuse me Ms?”
The makeup artist looks up to find a flight attendant beaming down at her. As the blonde was going to give the air hostess a smile, she stopped herself.
Her eyes widened recognizing the person standing in front of her. Out of all people, why did her high school tormenter have to be Harry Styles’ stewardess. The girl that tortured her every single day when she was a teenager was stood right in front of her face.
The only thing she wished to do at this moment was disappear but she couldn’t, her body stayed put in the jet seat.
“Julie?” Chiara furrows her brows trying to sport the nicest smile ever. She didn’t know why her mind was telling her to play nice, she just hoped that ‘Julie’ or ‘Julia Calloway’ changed for the better. Yet she knew that wasn’t true once she saw a sour look crawl onto Julie’s face, the same sour look she saw everyday in school.
As the stewardess was about to respond to the makeup artist a bunch of people started to talk. Both of their attention swiftly diverted to the couple making their way inside the jet with their children.
It was like their prayers had been answered.
“Uh I got to go!” Julie says rushing away, not waiting for the blonde's response.
Chiara lets out a sigh of relief as she watches the air hostess greet Harry’s manager Jeffrey and Harry Lambert. The amount of industry people getting on the jet made her palms sweat. She had to hold her breath at Alessandro Michele revealing himself behind Tommy. The creative director of Gucci was here—she was in the presence of the creative director of Gucci.
But the next individuals made her freeze in her chair.
One Direction was big in her childhood. She always regretted not going to their concerts before they broke up and went solo. Though she knew going to their shows didn’t compare to being in the same vicinity as Harry Styles. This felt very unreal to her.
Harry had his arm wrapped around Y/N’s waist while his other arm held up a carrier—who Chiara assumed held their daughter Inez. A little boy stood in front of the couple and quickly darted to one of the jet seats followed by his backpack dragging behind him.
He must’ve been Beau since he looked exactly like Harry, he truly was his twin like everyone said. It felt illegal looking at his son without a strawberry emoji covering his face.
The makeup artist didn’t expect to get greeted by the mother but she did and it made her shoot up from her chair. She didn’t want to be rude to the person that offered to take her on their private jet with them.
“Chiara right?” Y/N smiles as she glances at Harry placing down the carrier on a seat next to Beau.
“U-uh yes! That is me.” Chaira says enthusiastically and quickly regrets her peppy tone but the woman standing in front of her just smiled brightly. “Sorry for being this excited at six thirty in the morning—“
“Hey, no it’s fine!” Y/N reassures the blonde which makes her grin. “Harry is a morning person so I’m used to it.”
Just as Chiara was going to speak, a loud cry came from the carrier. Harry, who looked stressed out—and definitely not like a morning person—swiftly picked up his daughter. Looking at Chiara, Y/N nods politely and excuses herself to the row across from her. Almost instantly she swoops up Inez in her arms which quiets her cries. Just the way her daughter stopped crying when she picked her up showed how she was such a good mother.
If Chiara even held a baby or got near one they would cry. Y/N had amazing mother abilities.
With people still getting situated on the jet, the blonde tries not to stare at the couple keeping their children entertained with a few stuffed animals and coloring books. She knew both Inez and Beau were going to grow up beautifully, they had great parents that would do anything for them.
Even though she hasn't greeted Harry yet, she was aware of him being one of the nicest celebrities ever.
Watching Harry and Y/N’s team get everything into place before takeoff was interesting. Jeff looked excited as he kept talking to Lambert about the couples outfits, Tommy was typing away on his phone most likely making sure everything was together when they arrived to Venice, Alessandro moved to sit with the beloved couple and their kids—which almost made Chiara scream—and Anthony was taking pictures of the morning sunset through the plane’s window.
This team went together perfectly.
As everyone was in their own conversations, Chiara noticed Julie looking at her with squinted eyes. Though before anything happens, the pilot announces takeoff and requests everyone to shut off their devices. Once she turns off her phone she looks up to find the stewardess gone. Letting out a sigh of relief, she lays her head back on the seat and decides to take a nap to avoid her tormentor.
It was just her luck.
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The jet jolting made Chiara curse under her breath. She didn’t know why she was tired for some reason. Hopefully she could sleep more before—
“And we have arrived in Venice. Enjoy your stay folks.”
Shit.
Looking around, Chiara finds everybody grabbing ahold of their items, most likely getting ready to leave the plane. In the corner of her eye she sees Jeff and Tommy move forward to help Harry and Y/N with their luggage.
Right as she was going to pull out her suitcase, she sees a bunch of security making their way out of the airport and to the jet. About seven or eight men stood by the stairs of the plane, patiently waiting for the next celebrities they needed to guard.
Just the way Harry, Y/N and their kids needed that much security made her suck in a breath. Tomorrow was definitely going to be hectic.
Now with her suitcase in hand, the makeup artist stands up and waits for everyone to make their way out of the plane. As she stands by waiting, she makes eye contact with the person who she was dreading the most. She didn’t know what the red head was up to—hopefully she wasn’t up to anything.
Quickly looking away from her, Chiara makes her way to the woman that gave her this job and offers Y/N if she needs any help with anything. But before she could respond, Harry butts in with a shake of his head.
“It’s fine I got it. Thank you though.” Harry tells her, smiling. As he was about to walk down the aisle, he quickly rushed back and grabbed Y/N’s tote bag that was clearly holding a lot of things. That action made her kiss his cheek before he rushed off with Jeffrey and Lambert.
“Sorry that Harry hasn’t formally introduced himself. He’s really jittery and worried about the whole red carpet situation.” Y/N softly smiles at her hired makeup artist.
Red carpet situation?
“Sorry to ask but…red carpet situation?”
She could tell Y/N was hesitant to answer and that made her nervous, yet the woman walking up behind the mother of two made her heart beat—even more faster than it already was. Not wanting to talk to the flight attendant, she quickly dismisses herself to Y/N and tells her she will see her when they get off the jet. Once she receives a smile and a nod she races down the aisle.
She’s not going to put herself through hell, again.
With the help of another flight attendant, Chiara makes it on concrete with her suitcase. Moving to stand next to Lambert, she watches Harry race back inside the jet.
“Amazing, huh?”
Turning her head, she finds Alessandro Michele staring down at her. Being under his stare made her want to cry and run away but she stayed put and nodded. How does one talk to the creative director of Gucci?
“Yes. I can’t believe this is still happening.” She says with a smile. “I’m so honored to be apart of this team.”
“Well get used to it. Y/N seriously adores you which means you might be permanently apart of her and Harry’s team.” Alessandro playfully nudges her, making her smile grow.
For about fifteen minutes she stands there with the biggest grin ever, Harry however now appears at the top of the stairs with Beau in his hold and a small backpack—most likely Beau’s—slung over his shoulder. Before making his way down the jet stairs, he glances back at someone who turns out to be Y/N holding their daughter. She gives him a smile which makes him begin to walk down the airstairs with his son in his grasp.
As they make it to the last step, Chiara realizes the couple changed their outfits including Beau and Inez.
Harry now had a deep purple blazer over the green/pink Gucci cardigan he already was wearing beforehand and blue jeans instead of the grey sweats he previously had on. Rather than the Love on Tour hoodie and biker shorts, Y/N now was dressed in a purple sundress that had an open back and switched up her Adidas for a pair of white sandals.
What Inez and Beau had on almost made the makeup artist awe out loud. Both were in purple like their parents but Inez had on this ruffle dress that had her fingers playing with the fabric and Beau wore these white trousers paired with a shirt that had a flower printed on it.
“Cutest family ever!”
“Bellissima!”
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“Please come, I really want you there.”
“I really don’t want to sit in a room full of reporters and paparazzi.” Y/N pouts playfully making Harry breathe out a laugh. “I will be here once you get back. I promise.”
Harry sits on his knees for a couple more seconds before nodding slowly. Standing up, he slightly bends down and places a kiss on Y/N’s forehead.
“Alright darling. I’ll see you when I get back.” Harry smiles nodding at his fiancé. Once Lambert opens the door, Jeffrey walks out of the hotel room followed by Tommy, Anthony and of course Harry. Yet he stops himself in the doorway, blowing Y/N and his children a kiss before getting pushed out by his stylist.
Chiara smiled at the couple's interaction. They both were so cute together that it made her wish she had a relationship like theirs. She had read about the two being each other’s soulmates and thought it was all bullshit—since every celebrity couple broke up within 10 years. But there was something about Harry and Y/N that just proved they were going to be together forever.
As Y/N moves to the bed where her children were watching a Disney movie on her iPad, Chiara decides to start unpacking her makeup supplies. Being in a room alone with Y/N soon to be Styles and her kids made her anxious—though after Alessandro words from yesterday repeated in her head, she realized she had nothing really to worry about.
The amount of products the makeup artist brought was insane but she wanted to be prepared for any look that Y/N wanted. Doing an A List celebrity’s makeup for one of the most prestigious movie festivals made her bite her lip trying to hide her excitement.
“I’m almost done setting up the station, I just need to go grab your clothes from Alessandro’s room.” Chiara turns to the mother looking down at her children with a smile.
“No need getting the clothes from his room, I’ll have Harry pick them up on the way back.” Y/N softly shakes her head which makes Chiara’s tense shoulders drop. This Y/N woman was amazing. The majority of the people she worked with were just plain rude to her. Yet here Y/N was giving her fiancé the tasks that were given to the makeup artist.
“Thank you, seriously. I don’t even know where the room is.” She smiles making Y/N laugh.
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Right when the tv lights up with the press conference, both Y/N and Chiara get situated on the couch while Beau and Inez stay seated on the bed, playing with their stuffed animals. The blonde was still surprised when Y/N asked if she wanted to watch the conference with her.
The cast one by one gets introduced as they walk in. Chiara notices a small grin on Y/N's face when Harry nods and waves. She yearned for a relationship like theirs.
“Look at daddy guys!” Y/N points to the screen which makes Beau smile. He whispers something quickly to his sister making her look up to the tv. The amount of features they got from Harry was baffling. Green eyes, dimpled smile and curly haired all reminded the makeup artist of their father. You could immediately tell they were apart of the Styles family.
It was cute the way the two siblings interacted. Most famous children acted like brats which she hated to admit, but it was the truth. Beau had even greeted her and the team the first minute he walked in with his parents and sister. He had way better manners than most adults and that said a lot.
As the press conference continues on, Y/N and Chiara’s stay seated on the couch watching the cast answer questions. The blonde sat beside the mother of two could tell she was growing annoyed at the questions being asked—specifically to Harry.
Where is your fiancé?
How does Y/N feel about the sexual scenes in the movie?
Is your fiancé pregnant again?
When are you both getting married, have you set an official date?
Now Chiara understood why Y/N didn’t want to attend the press conference with Jeffrey. The press was truly invasive.
“Shit. I don’t know how we’re gonna bring Bee and Nez.” Y/N mumbles to herself standing up. With furrowed brows the makeup artist stops herself from asking anything. Maybe that was the red carpet circumstance she tried to bring up earlier. “I don’t think you know about the whole situation for the red carpet…Do you?”
“I think you were trying to tell me yesterday but we both got interrupted.” She shakes her head making Y/N nod.
“Well, H and I decided to take Inez and Beau to the premiere with us. But I’m afraid of how paparazzi and fans will react.” Y/N sighs leaning back onto the couch arm. Chiara widened her eyes at that news. The Styles children had their identities hidden ever since they were born and them making a debut at the premiere sounded surprising—very surprising.
The blonde felt for the mother. She must’ve been so stressed about bringing them to the film festival with her and Harry. The amount of press, fans and paparazzi probably had her nervous about the whole situation.
“I think it’s going to be fine.” Chiara reassures Y/N. “Harry is really protective over you three.”
“That he definitely is.” Y/N smiles glancing at Beau bonding with Inez. She just needed to be reassured by Harry that it was all going to go well. Bringing their children to a red carpet event had her palms sweating. But attending the premiere with Harry calmed her nerves because she knew he would protect her and the kids, like he always has done.
Nobody really knew about Beau and Inez attending since Harry called it top secret. Not even the makeup artist on the team knew until Y/N told her just a few minutes ago. This was definitely going to be a surprise to everyone.
Once the conference ends, Y/N decides to start getting ready since the premiere was happening in less than two hours.
With Inez in her lap and Beau distracted by a Disney movie playing on the television, Y/N discusses a bunch of makeup looks with Chiara. Going through the makeup artist’s camera roll had the mother wanting to do about ten different makeup looks all at once. Finally, after about changing their mind multiple times, they both settle on a 60s inspired look
Sharon Tate’s iconic eyeliner was the inspiration for the look and Chiara couldn’t be more excited.
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Watching Y/N swipe pink and blue glittery eyeshadow on Beau’s eyelids was the most adorable thing ever. When the little voice interrupted Chiara doing Y/N’s makeup and asked if he could wear makeup too, it made her heart melt. So of course Y/N traded her seat for the floor and let her son take her seat with his sister.
Now with a giggly Inez leaning against her brother’s chest, their mother hovers over them with an eyeshadow brush while Chiara stands next to her holding about five different eye shadow palettes.
The makeup artist loved the way Y/N let Beau express himself especially as a child. She was just an overall amazing mother.
“Hmmm…more pink.” Beau lisps looking at the mirror Y/N was holding up for him. She smiles nodding, dipping the eyeshadow brush in the pallet Chiara was holding up for her. Adding more pink color to Beau’s eyelids had Y/N grinning like a proud mother.
“You look so handsome, my love!” The mother says making Beau beam.
Just as Y/N stood up, the hotel room door opens revealing Harry dragging a rack of clothes followed by his team. The sight made Chiara’s eyes widen. Y/N actually told him to get the clothes she was supposed to get. Y/N truly was a godsend.
With the help of their mother, Beau and Inez quickly jump down from the chair and rush to their father. Almost instantly Harry drops down to his knees and holds open his arms. Once the two children were in his hold, a huge smile grew on Harry’s face. You could tell he loved and adored his children. Just the way he dropped everything to hug them was so cute.
“Oh! I love your makeup Bee.” Harry smiles lovingly which makes Beau grin ear to ear.
“Mama did it!” The Styles child says making Harry look up and make eye contact with his fiancé. Y/N bites her lip suppressing a smile.
“Mama is just the best right?!” Harry giggles ruffling his son's blonde hair. Beau nods agreeing with his father. The makeup artist almost let out an awe at the moment. Both boys were so appreciative of Y/N, it was the sweetest thing ever. “And look at this little cutie in her pink robe.”
“Gucci!” Inez’s high pitched voice shouts. Y/N laughs shaking her head, Harry just had to teach their daughter how to say Gucci.
“Yes, darling!” Lambert cheers as he unwraps the plastic that protected the clothes hanging on the rack. Chiara loved this environment. It was the most positive space ever.
As everyone begins to get ready for the premiere—Y/N continues to get ready. Clothes are starting to be laid out, Anthony is rearranging all the cameras he was going to take and Jeff makes sure everything is in order before the time arrives for the event. Everything seemed amazing in Chiara’s opinion.
While Y/N finishes getting her makeup done, Harry is sitting right by her legs playing with their children. The amount of stuffed animals the two brought overseas was insanely cute. Watching the family interact genuinely made a smile appear on the makeup artist’s face. Their type of bond was the strongest ever, not like those types of celebrity families that just acted like a fake family in front of cameras.
Just as Chiara is finishing up the makeup look she notices Harry’s hand laid on Y/N’s thigh as she messes around with his rings—including his extravagant engagement ring. The couple’s sweet little gestures made the blonde believe in the word love again.
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“Baby could you help me put my gloves on?”
Chirara widened her eyes at Y/N walking in the room with both children perched on her hip. She looked stunning in her blue gown, so stunning that it made Harry stand there with his mouth slightly ajar. The makeup artist couldn’t blame him though. Y/N took her breath away too.
“Yes, darling.” Harry smiles helping her place their two already dressed kids on the couch. Once the parents made sure Beau and Inez had nothing around them that could dirty their pretty outfits, Harry grabbed the gloves hanging from the rack. Chiara quickly recognized the blue suit Harry had on was the same suit Beau was wearing and the gown Y/N wore was the same as Inez’s gown.
They were all matching—the father and son were matching and the mother and daughter were matching. That was just so fucking cute.
Watching Harry help Y/N put her gloves on was the sweetest thing ever. He would look up at her to make sure he wasn’t hurting her and when she would nod, encouraging him to continue he just smiled. It was just the little things that had Chiara wishing she had a relationship like theirs.
After Y/N has the blue fabric on her arms, she and Harry then switch to put Inez’s gloves on. The smiley baby showcasing her gums had no clue what her parents were rolling on her arms and she did not seem to care. Once the blue gloves are on Nez’s chubby arms, Harry slobbers a kiss on her cheek which makes her giggle.
Right as Jeff announced the boat was waiting for the couple and their children, Harry bends down onto his knees—which makes Lambert suck in a breath—grabbing Y/N’s blue heels and slips them on her feet.
That action had Chiara’s mouth drop. Y/N didn’t even ask him to put her heels on. Nobody was a gentleman like Harry was. He treated his fiancé and kids so well.
Beau jumping around in the same shoes Harry had on—white boots with a red heart printed on the side of them—looked adorable. The little boy definitely was a clone of his father’s. The curly hair, green eyes and dimpled smile was all from Harry.
“Let’s take a quick shot of you guys!”
Anthony holds out his camera as Y/N and Harry pose for the photo with Beau and Inez in their grasp. When Anthony gets about a dozen pictures of the family, everyone begins to get ready to leave. Before he makes his way out of the hotel room, Harry whispers to his photographer to send him all the photos he took.
Now walking out of the hotel room and into the elevator with everyone had Chiara’s nerves growing. She couldn’t imagine how Harry and Y/N were feeling.
It takes a few seconds to get to the lobby and once those lift doors open, the couple holding their children walk out followed by the team. Ironically the hotel had a distance to The Venice Film Festival which meant they had to take a boat and then a car to get to the prominent event.
And it didn’t help the fact that they were about twenty minutes late.
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“They said he’s not coming.”
Ludo widens her eyes as she slips her phone in her back pocket. Leaning on the barricade railing she replies to her friend. Harry Styles was not coming to his own premiere?
“I hope he does.” Ludo says glancing back at the red carpet that has the cast of Don’t Worry Darling circling it. The amount of people that were behind the barricade were waiting for the familiar musician. Yet there have been rumors of him not going to attend.
Just as she was hearing whispers about Harry not showing, a car pulled up to the red carpet. Even though it could be literally anyone, people began to scream their heads off. Right as the car doors open revealing the person everyone waiting for, the screams multiply and grow louder. This was the moment Ludo was here for.
Though, watching Harry round the car and opening the opposite vehicle door made her confused as well as everyone else. People in the crowd began to murmur about what he could be doing.
But once the crowd saw a child in his arms, they all began screaming more than they did before. Yet nothing could’ve prepared Ludo for this next moment. A hand grabs onto Harry’s as he helps them get out of the car, when the teenage girl saw who was wearing the blue gown and platform heels, she gasps covering her mouth with her hand.
Y/N L/N was holding her daughter Inez who was wearing the same gown she was. Seeing the mother and daughter duo matching made Ludo let out an awe. Even Harry and his son were matching!
With an arm wrapped around her waist, Harry and Y/N began to walk down the red carpet with their children. It was insane seeing the Styles children faces without a fruit emoji covering their identity. Ludo was in shock at the way Beau looked exactly like Harry. The little boy had the same green eyes and smile—they even had the same dimples. It was the most adorable thing ever.
Inez too! Even though she was still a baby, she carried a lot of Harry’s features like her big brother did.
“Is Beau wearing eyeshadow?” Someone cries from the crowd. That sentence made everyone began to scream all over again. Looking at the Styles' child with squinted eyes made her realize he was actually wearing pink and blue eyeshadow—sparkly eyeshadow. He looked so cute wearing the bright colors on his eyelids.
As Harry puts down Beau, Y/N puts Inez in his arms after she was making grabby hands towards him. Now holding her son's hand, Y/N follows Harry further down the red carpet where the cast was hanging out.
The amount of camera flashes going off was crazy. Paparazzi were trying to get every angle of the Styles family as well as fans.
Everyone begins to smile and laugh at Inez grabbing Harry’s sunglasses off his face and attempting to put them on herself with her chubby little hands. The musician grins helping his daughter slip on his pair of Gucci sunglasses. Watching the two interact was literally the sweetest thing ever. Even though they had cameras on them, the Styles family seemed to be in their own little world.
Now with sunglasses covering up the majority of her face, Inez gives a gummy grin to Harry which makes the cameras go off wanting to catch the father and daughter moment.
As Harry and Y/N finish taking photos with their children, the four of them begin to get interviewed. Even though Ludo couldn’t hear anything, she could just tell Harry was so happy, giggling over something Y/N was saying. They looked so content with each other.
She had read online about the two being such an amazing couple and seeing them in person just supported that statement. Watching the Styles family interact was literally the most wholesome thing ever.
After their quick interview, Ludo notices Harry’s manager guiding them to the cast ready to take photos.
Y/N tries to walk away with the children but Harry’s arm wrapping around her waist stops her. He whispers something in her ear and points at the cast. Even though the couple and two children already walked down the red carpet, they were going to be in the cast photos—even when they weren’t apart of the Don't Worry Darling cast.
Looking at Y/N greet Florence was the best thing ever. Both of the women looked so excited when they saw each other. The gleam in their eyes as they complemented each other was seriously the cutest thing ever. And when the blonde saw the Styles children her smile widened.
Ludo could see Florence shout oh my god before picking up a giggly Beau. The boy smiles, wrapping his arms around Flo’s shoulders. They both laugh about something together which makes the cameras go off, once again.
The cast now began to get situated to take the final photos of the day. Florence had Beau in her arms as she stood next to Y/N who had Inez in her arms also. Harry went to rewrap his arm around his fiancés waist as he swiftly kissed her cheek which made a smile grow on her face.
The Styles family was truly admirable, everyone loved them.
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Luna didn’t know why she decided to work for a partying catering service. It was always the rich assholes throwing parties and treating their servers like crap. But if you wanted to get paid on time and earn tips, you just had to smile and nod at whatever people said.
Nonetheless she didn’t expect Y/N L/N to throw her fiancé, Harry goddamn Styles a party to celebrate his new movie that’s coming out quite soon.
She had known Y/N was the most beautiful woman ever and seeing her in person made her mouth go dry. The black dress she was in hugged her body perfectly—and her heels, her heels were to die for. Everything about her just seemed perfect.
Watching Harry and Y/N walk in with friends had Luna’s palms sweating. She literally just went to his shows a few months ago and owned a bunch of his merch. Is she a fan? Of fucking course she is. That’s why she had to go into the kitchen to quietly freak out.
Once she’s calm and collected, she grabs her server plate and heads to the bar. Passing by celebrities seemed insane to Luna. Alessandro Michele, Gemma Chan, Chris Pine and even Florence Pugh had her sucking in her breath. This wasn’t like the old money parties rich men usually threw, this was a celebrity party and it made her more nervous than anything.
A loud childish scream makes her glance up from the drinks that were getting poured. Seeing a little boy with curly hair sitting on top of Harry’s shoulder was the cutest thing ever. She didn’t realize the little boy was Beau until she noticed his dimpled smile. Her smile dropped as she took in what he looked like.
He was literally a miniature Harry Styles. The Me Myself & I + Gucci sweater he had on just proved he was Harry’s son.
“Hey Lu.” Ricky, a server greets his coworker. “Do you know if that woman is single over there? She dropped this cloth on the way—“
“This is a baby’s bib which means she’s not single.” Luna shakes her head looking down at the bib. “And who are you even pointing at?”
“Well not anymore—“
“Who? So I can return this for you.” She cuts him off, making him point his hand at Harry’s direction. Following where he was pointing she widens her eyes.
“That lady in the black dress.” Ricky mumbles, walking off before Luna could scold him for not knowing about Y/N L/N being engaged to Harry Styles. He was the type of guy that had birds for brains.
Walking over to the Styles family hanging out with their friends made her palms sweat and knees weak. Not wanting to interrupt their conversation she tries to slide the fabric onto the table but a man with a familiar cross tattoo on his hand looks at her.
What does one do when Harry Styles looks at them?
“S-sorry my coworker said your fiancé dropped this.” Luna stutters, making Harry smile gratefully. She glances at Y/N sitting in his lap engaging in a conversation with Florence. The blonde actress had a baby in her lap—who was most likely Inez—wearing a blue strawberry dress that reminded her of Harry’s Harryween costume. She’s soon come to the conclusion that it was his costume, just a mini version of it.
“Thank you for returning this. My fiancé was looking for it.” Harry smiles, grabbing the bib off the table.
After nodding and smiling politely, Luna turns around and thinks about the interaction she just had with her favorite singer ever. She will be forever thinking about today.
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46. Forest, with the Clays
46. Forest
The Savalirwood is haunted. At least, that's what Colton tells him. And Caduceus thinks he's right. Sometimes, when dusk is settling and the buzzing things chorus from the tall grasses that surround the Blooming Grove, Caduceus sees...something. Something moving between the headstones, like a breeze, except...dark.
He's not scared by it. He's not. Maybe he hugs the stuffed beetle his mom knitted for him a bit tighter when he sees them, but he's not scared. Mama told him that that's what the Clays do here in the Grove. They protect the souls buried here from the blight of the Savalirwood. Caduceus isn't really sure what that means, but he knows it's important. He knows it's his family's duty, and that it will be his duty, too, someday, when he's older.
On a night when he's feeling particularly brave, he creeps out during twilight, wading through the overgrowth that comes up to his waist, his stuffed beetle clutched close to his chest. When it's dark like this, the headstones he's come to know feel different, strange, taller, somehow. He inches forward, whispering, "The Wildmother will protect me." He doesn't know if his prayer is heard, but he's knows his dad says it sometimes, and it seems to have worked so far.
Just as he crosses the tree line into the Savalirwood, something moves quickly in the corner of his vision, and he yelps, spinning around to look. It's just a crow, taking off from one tree to go land in another. Caduceus laughs. He was just silly.
Something claps down hard on his shoulder, and Caduceus screams, the sound of it echoing through the forest and scattering all manner of creatures. He drops the beetle and tries to run, but whatever has him isn't letting go. When he runs out of air, his scream dies, and he's able to hear a surprising sound: laughter.
"C...Cad..."
Caduceus is released, and he takes off, bolting to the tallest headstone he can see. He crouches behind it and peaks back. Colton is double-over, wheezing from the force of his laughs. Caduceus's heart is racing in his chest, but as his breath starts to slow down, he feels the terror ebb away and an extreme annoyance settle under his skin.
"What's going on?"
Footsteps approach, heralded by the light of a single lantern, and just before he's rescued, Caduceus spots something on the headstone and scoops it up into his fist.
"Colton, what did you do to your brother?"
Caduceus allows himself to be picked up onto Aunt Corrin's hip, and if whimpers in more fear than he actual feels, well, who's going to know? Burying his face into his aunt's neck, he murmurs, "He scared me, Auntie."
Colton's laughter dies down, and he hiccups out, "I was only messing with him!"
"He's too young for all that, and you know it. Apologize."
With a sigh, Colton trudges over and tweaks Caduceus's ear. "I'm sorry, buddy. I won't do it again."
Caduceus knows he's got one shot at this. "Fine. I forgive you." He extends himself out to hug around Colton's neck, surprising his older brother—and, carefully, he nudges back Colton's shirt collar to drop the giant cricket he's been holding his fist down his back.
Caduceus lets go and quickly murmurs, "Can we go inside now?" Just as Aunt Corrin turns to carry him inside, Colton begins yelping and jumping, his arms swinging wildly as he tries to catch what Caduceus is sure is one very confused cricket. Caduceus hides his face into Aunt Corrin's neck once more as she snaps, "Quit being a fool and get inside!" As they go back toward the house, Caduceus looks back at his panicked brother and sticks his tongue out.
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You wanna Caduceus backstory!? Here ya go!!!
The Clay's are descendants of one of The Raven Queen's original champions, simply known as Clay. After Clay had a dispute with the other two champions ( Stone and Dust as they're known) on how to deal with the remains of a fallen champion (also of The Raven Queen) the goddess of death told them to seek guidance from Melora the Wildmother.
Melora told Dust to take a piece of the fallen champion to the mountains and create a forge and cremate their piece of the champion. She told Stone to find an oasis with veins of gold in the walls and leave their peice of the champion for the animals to consume. Finally the Wildmother told Clay to go deep into the woods and make a garden from the buried corpse, that will then be known as the Blooming Grove.
Now for the present!
The Blooming Grove has been succumbing to a blight, slowly dying bit by bit. The Clay's decide to make a pilgrimage to visit the other families, with Constance and her sister Corrin being the first to leave. Soon Cornelius left with his daughter (and Caduceus' sister) Colliope, then followed buy the other son Colton and his sister Clarabelle. When Colton and Clarabelle left it left Caduceus alone in the Grove with only the company of mourners and The Wildmother. Caduceus is left by himself for roughly ten years before the M9 show up, to which he offers them cups of tea and a calming presence in their grief of Mollymauk.
And that's about all! Now you know the history of Caduceus Clay!
TEN??????? FUCKING YEARS??????? JUST COMPLETELY BY HIMSELF??????????? OH MY GOD?????????????
#AND THE TREES HE TENDS TO SO CAREFULLY ARE DYING???#AND HE STILL FUCKING CHOOSES TO HELP THESE TRAVELERS?????#i. oh my goddddddddd#caduceus clay#cr2 spoilers#critical role#lunar wishes
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OKK umm name ideas for someone who really ids with zombies and loves all things scary but is more optimistic than anything... like scary cute/nice names u kneow... no pref so i don't mind if fem or masc ^_^
scary cute names!
. . . wren , clay , ghoulia , aeron , morty , mona , cordelia , viscere , corrin , reuth , attess , annie, myst , sammi , arius , noire , rook , viernie , vanny , aurora , mio , & ajal.
O1 ; jaw tried to pick names that he would use, names that were cute and fitting for someone reanimated such as yourself! do let him know what you think!
O2 ; she who seeks to serve also ids with zombies so jaw found this request really fun! he understands your vibe, hopefully? lots of horror stuff is just straight horror which is fine, but the hero is not a zombie in a “doomed to roam the earth” way.. more in a “rediscovering the beauties of life, living a life that’s more fulfilling than my last” way. but that’s enough of her personal stuff!
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i think , like the staff caduceus had, the wildmother would help grow flexible but vry tough plants made for weaving and turning into things and then the clays and tmn work together to make cool mobility aids with swag mushrooms growing on them n stuff !!! especially they make new one’s for corrin since she was rly stiff after being petrified (and also v old), ,but also , i think more helpful things for cad too bc i think post-campaign he gets home n the adrenalin wears off and he’s like. ok i cant walk much now. n gets some crutches n stuff and realises that wow, walking is much easier like this :-3 and better balance too . .
(also at some point he can have a cool magic wheelchair, with mushrooms too,, consider, since wheels would not work on the wet mossy ground, it has creature root-y feet or something hehe i think thatd be kinda cool n ghibli-esque)
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Vice President Kamala Harris
President Joe Biden
President Jimmy Carter
Former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton
Rep. Jerry Nadler
Former Rep. John Lewis
Sen. Dianne Feinstein
Biden HUD Secretary Marcia Fudge
Rep. Jamie Raskin
Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee
Rep. Barbara Lee
Former DNC Chair Debbie Wasserman Schultz
Rep. Ted Lieu
Rep. Raul Grijalva
White House Press Secretary Karine Jean-Pierre
Former DNC Chair Terry McAuliffe
Former Vice President Al Gore
Rep. Corrine Brown
Rep. Maxine Waters
Former Rep. Alcee Hastings
President Bill Clinton
Former Rep. Eddie Bernice Johnson
President Barack Obama
Former Presidential candidate Jesse Jackson
Former House Speaker Nancy Pelosi
Sen. Sherrod Brown
Sen. Debbie Stabenow
Rep. Danny Davis
Former Sen. Ted Kennedy
Biden Climate Czar John Kerry
Teresa Heinz (John Kerry’s wife)
Former Rep. Stephanie Tubbs
Sen. Bernie Sanders
Rep. Lacy Clay
Former DNC Chair Howard Dean
Sen. Dick Durbin
Former Sen. Harry Reid
Georgia Gubernatorial candidate Stacey Abrams
Sen. Corey Booker
These are all the democrats who openly and repeatedly denied election results between 2000 and 2018. I've yet to see any of them indicted for "conspiracy" or "obstruction."
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PT. I, II // DRIFTING AMONGST LILIES
Caduceus' life in the Blooming Grove until he was found.
Remember what mom and dad said to us before they left, Caduceus.
+*. ` { his sister, Calliope, tucks the loose curls of his pink bob cut behind his ears as she offers a kiss to his forehead, moving the wispy fringe of hair there too. unconsciously he reaches for the braid he’d made between the waves once their bodies parted from their warm embrace. and he watches as another member of the Clay family gets on the back of a farmhand’s hay cart and disappears into the Savalirwood.
the twisted bark of the row of dark trees making up the entrance to the Blooming Grove stands tall and ever present and leering at his figure. his finger twirling the braid in his hair and twirling strands as Caduceus found himself looking into the foggy abyss of the first morning he found himself alone in the Blooming Grove.
“ tend to the garden, to the graves and our mother’s statue. ” he recited to nobody. that’s what his mother and father said. his aunt Corrin had told him something entirely different, however, amidst the farewells.
You must leave our home last. Everything will fall into place after that.
if his aunt only knew the eventual dilapidation of their home would she have told him to run into the cursed woods to save himself from the madness to come? of course it’s hard to know an answer when no one returned. but before he could take note and come to terms that his family may have found their burials elsewhere, Caduceus got to work.
the instructions were simple. he and his siblings had done what was asked of them prior to their dwindling numbers and he’d done everything on the list by himself before. a routine that sent him on autopilot each morning after making his bed and turning on the kettle.
Caduceus lived in the mundane and he didn’t mind it.
the first night was still if not a little quiet now that Calliope’s usual rummaging through the outdoor shed and their father’s workshop wasn’t present. he’d almost forgotten he was completely alone until his memory reminded him of the circumstances. there was a peace to the stillness and near silence all around. the fireflies and crickets were his company along with the occasional frog that croaked and hopped across the pond and its lily pads.
over the course of his solitary life it was the sunlight peeking through his windows greeting him in the morning instead of Clarabelle throwing herself upon the sheets and rolling along the mattress. how the bed was made easily too without her tugging playfully at the linen.
Colton was absent from taking the most time in the water closet shaving his beard and Calliope’s voice was missing from insisting for their eldest sibling to hurry up. the kitchen held no sign of his mother, father or aunt Corrin. all of the noise that had been a part of his life only now, now that he was completely at the mercy of nothing is when he notices just how big the cottage had always been.
but with no one to distract him he just goes to work like he’d been asked to. rain or shine he was there. through the sunniest days and stormiest nights. tending to the garden, to the graves and the Wildmother’s statue. and he prayed.
when torrential downpour and strong winds blew away his father’s hat from his head and pricked at the skin beneath his fur he stayed. knee dip in mud in his hiked up skirts. earth staining his bloomers brown and green. the only armour at his disposal an apron and his favourite sweater. Calliope had mentioned she’d left him protection but things weren’t bad yet. not yet. he had to tend to the garden, to the graves and the Wildmother’s statue. and he prayed.
Caduceus found himself sleeping in the greenhouse, thankful for the cot that his mother had put in there a long time ago. he felt that his way he was closer to the garden and with ready tools. until one day the glass roof shattered above him and thick, dark branches covered in the sharpest thorns decided to make his safehouse its abode. ceramics lost to the assault. plants and tools scattered across stone.
but even then, even after clearing the mess he went to tend to the garden, to the graves and the Wildmother’s statue. and his hair had grown so long.
the morning felt uninviting and cold. his chest felt as if those terrible vines made of black and thorn were beneath his flesh, coiling themselves along his rib cage. he began shivering as soon as he stumbled out of bed, feeling around in the dimly lit halls of the Clay cottage until he found his way into the kitchen and with full awareness this time he began to boil water.
teeth chattering in the chilly air he wondered why it was so cold. and that’s when he saw it — the open window he had forgotten to close from yesterday’s exhaustion. quickly he closed it shut and drew the blinds together.
eager to get out of the still damp dress and apron he had on from trudging through the mud yesterday. how could he have been so careless? his mother would reprimand him for nearly getting sick! and with muddy boots too? his bed was probably covered in dirt and grime.
but first order of business; he had to find some gloves.
fingerless as they were, they’ll have to do and Colton would just have to deal with him borrowing a pair when he gets home. if he ever comes home, oh… Colton. Clarabelle… he didn’t want to think about bad things.
“ oh wow. ” his hair had grown that much. well, it’s probably time he made himself look presentable in case of any visitors. he still had hope for that. for someone, anyone to go through the rusted gates.
pulling out the drawer in the water closet Caduceus picked up the trimming shears he and Calliope often shared though he had never cut his own hair. the credit all went to his sister but surely, a little trim won’t hurt.
looking into the mirror, he cut away at the first set of strands and once he’d gained enough confidence he proceeded to do away with the rest. to his fault he let his mind wander, thinking that for someone with as thick a bundle of hair that bringing the length back to his usual bob would take some time.
he just hadn’t expected that with his hope and imagination that someone would surely visit soon and the conversations that he would have with someone can quickly lead to such a disastrous outcome. his breath catches. hands dropping the blade and coming upon rosy tinted lips. he’d cut too much. he’d cut past his ears. the heirloom earring his mother bestowed onto him already peeking through the remaining strands.
Caduceus looked into the mirror, leaned forward even and moved his head side to side to perceive if he was seeing things correctly. and unfortunately he really was. “ oh… oh! ” dainty fingers would run through far too short ruined locks, tears gathering at his eyes. he’s tugging at his hair, hoping that by some miracle it’d all grow back. oh no. oh no, oh no, oh no!
then his eyes catch it. there in the sink among the now fallen pink locks that once belonged to him was the braid he’d rewarded himself with after a day’s hard work yesterday. he picks it up and grasps it in his palm and looks back up at himself in the mirror.
it was so hard. not knowing if anyone would ever come back for him. not knowing if anyone would ever come to the grove. being alone was so hard. cutting hair by yourself is so hard! but the reflection doesn’t say anything. there would be no tending to the garden, or the graves, and he wouldn’t dare present himself to the Wildmother’s statue like this. so he does what’s left to do.
Caduceus screams as the kettle downstairs did too.
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Corrin: I think I missed a step or misread something in this recipe book.
Axl: Why’s that?
Corrin: Because I’m pretty sure my soup isn’t meant to be screaming.
Clay: Wait...
Clay: Where did you find this book?
Corrin: In Merlok’s library.
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Warm winter wishes, from our grove to yours
(A follow up to this!)
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(CR spoilers but more Clay lore) I'm glad to see someone understanding how tragic Cad's story is, when it was so understated, or at least only partially explored, in canon. If M9 hadn't come to the Grove, Cad might've been waiting there forever. He didn't know this but his whole family ended up on an island where the Stone family resided, all of them trapped in time, having become victims to a Gorgon (getting petrified into stone). Like!!! How can that not make you go insane!?!?! To make matters worse, his aunt Corrin was almost permanently lost in the fight to save them, her stone form having been broken, but thankfully later (mostly) fixed by Jester before she was unpetrified. But to think, he might have just sat there, waiting for someone to return to with answers, with hope, with love. It must've been so quiet and lonely and that makes me so feral and emo 😭😭 I wish I could give that boy a hug
oh i’m going to fucking die
#he’s so desperate for company when the nein arrive in his introduction i am literally heartbroken for him#caduceus origins comic when.#caduceus clay#critical role#cr2 spoilers#lunar wishes#i’m going to explode and die over him
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