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bollur · 1 year

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Revenge Quest S/O anon here. Finishing the thought. She has someone at gunpoint, and finds herself unable to pull the trigger. She's shaking, terrified, and sees the same terror in the other person's eyes, and lets them go. How would Percy feel about this? Is he upset by this, or just relieved that they figured it out before they ended up like him and possessed by a demon or something? (2/2)

[casually rolls back in with a smoothie] hi, so like, i know you just wanted my opinion, but i honestly loved this idea so much i had to get a bit more creative with it. i hope you don't mind!~

for everyone else, this was the whole thing: "Hey, so... This might be weird, but... I had this thought, and I kinda wanna share it with you and hear your thoughts. So... Percy and a female s/o, right? Well, female s/o is on a quest for revenge, just like he was, her quest for revenge taking place right after the Briarwoods arc, kind of showing Percy what he looked like to the outside world, but unlike Percy, she figured out really quickly that she wouldn't be able to do it. Revenge Quest S/O anon here. Finishing the thought. She has someone at gunpoint, and finds herself unable to pull the trigger. She's shaking, terrified, and sees the same terror in the other person's eyes, and lets them go. How would Percy feel about this? Is he upset by this, or just relieved that they figured it out before they ended up like him and possessed by a demon or something?" well, here we are. no beta read, i die like the bitch i am. here's to hoping i still got it lmao

It was like walking on a wire.

Balance was vital in keeping things from worsening because it almost seemed there was no way to improve them. The evidence was in her eyes, her drive, and how she moved about like she were nothing but a cog in a machine. Percy wondered, at times, where she was going. She hadn’t been lost, no, not yet, but it was obvious that they were losing her.

Shame was a thing. It existed, and he found it quite often, especially looking back on the things he’d done and the way he had treated those he loved over it all. He had been a cruel man, all for the taste of his anger and revenge, and even with the demon gone, he found it something that now easily nested in his heart and fractured soul. He fought it constantly, battle after battle, and hated it so much—dragging it to the point that he often hated himself over it—more than he would ever admit.

That led to too many talks, too many sit-downs, and being watched, and while Percy was a foolish man who happily hurt himself and didn’t believe he deserved the life and love that was given to him, he couldn’t throw it away now. Did he hurt those around him? Yes, that point was obvious, but he tried. Gods above and below, did he try, all for the sake of them.

He still does because he knows the pain it would put on them if he were just to stop and just give up, no matter how much he wants to. He cannot let that happen to them, and certainly not with all they’ve put up with from him already. As much as he already felt it was wasted, there was too much work and effort put into him just to throw it all away like it was worth nothing.

They would keep working, and he would keep trying.

When he had something to work with, he became happier and less focused on his spiraling thoughts of isolation and pain, including others. Everyone always told him that he needed to slow down and take a break, and while maybe his body could, his mind was the opposite. He didn’t know how to shut it off, to empty it of those thoughts specifically, so for him, this was his break. It’s how he found himself focusing on her more than he already did.

There was never a moment, of course, where his mind did not wander back to her, no matter what horrors haunted him, and even in those moments, she was still found there, just in the worst of ways he never wanted to imagine. For all he could lie through his teeth and mask his suffering with squared shoulders, Percy would never lie about that. She deserved to know how much she was loved and treasured and how he turned to her like a plant greedy for the sun. He tried to bloom, as large and vibrant as he could, craving the attention she gave him amongst the field of many, wanting to ensure that he would continue to be seen.

So that one day, his fears would not come true, and he would not find himself so empty and alone without her.

Where was his sun going?

She was right here with him, beside him, but changing, darkening, and somewhere in her endless skies, the clouds were rolling in with a ferocious thunderstorm. Lightning cracked, splitting, and illuminating; in that light, he could see the lines in her face forming into a permanent fixture. He longed to reach up and smooth them away with a gentle touch. Percy knew, however, that healing was more than that, but it also wasn’t this route she had set herself to walk upon. There was a darkness in her eyes, clouding the fear that rested in the slight trembles of the hands and the thunder that carried in her voice to match the lion she acted as she roared.

It peeked out occasionally, those golden rays brightening a room when she was around those she loved, and the world seemed at peace once again, but they all knew well enough was dwelled below in that heart. He knew more than well enough.

Sometimes, he can’t meet her eyes, bring himself to face a mirror of what he had become—what he fears he may still be capable of becoming, and he hates that even more. Blaming himself, in some way, was the easiest step to take. If she had never seen, through him, what was possible, these would not be actions she would be taking.

If he would never have … If he would never have …

Well, that list could go on, couldn’t it? He could spend far too long droning on about the mistakes he had made, what he shouldn’t have done, and those were all things in the past—actions he could never re-step and creations he could never erase. He had to live and die with all of them, and watching her do the same to herself was something he had never imagined. In the end, would she be happy with her decisions? Could she live with them? Would it fill that hole in her chest and soul?

Would it only leave her empty and cold in those parts of the mind, still wondering and crying about why things ended up the way they did, driving her to this point, left with no closure and some of her humanity missing? She would still be bleeding and the wound unable to be found, and the past could not be erased.

No matter how much there is, blood cannot fill a hole with no bottom.

He can reason, at some points, that she should have been able to realize all of that with his experiences. She watched them, witnessed them firsthand, and saw the man it all left behind. If even a man remained in the gunpowder and smoke he trailed. She still existed, but for how long?

The talks the two of them had, do have, and he only finds himself more and more in the quick tongue, rising temper at the mention of the subject, the regret in her eyes as words spill that she doesn’t mean. He wasn’t so much of a fool to miss that she could tell what this was doing to him, and that was why she began trying to push him away, distance herself, and how that only hurt her more. Percy wondered, for her, which hurt more: the poison on the tongue that ate away at her or the isolation that rotted her soul?

Maybe she had an answer for that because, for as much as he tried, he just couldn’t decide.

The guilt tried to argue, as it did many times before, that if he just left, kept his nose out of it, she wouldn’t have that pain he gave her. It would be one less worry on her mind, one less burden on her shoulders, but he knows how much she's hurting beyond that. Love, compassion, and understanding were necessary, and she needed people. As much as she claimed she needed no one and could do this all alone, deep down, she was begging them to stay, to help and save her.

Was he projecting too much?

Perhaps that’s why he was scared when he saw her standing there, tall and determined, prepared to make a decision that would change her life forever. The boy who had lost everything, including himself, was standing there instead, and what could he do? Short of knocking her unconscious and pulling her away, which he had more than half a mind to do, he was taken aback by the pressure and thoughts; she could hate him for saving her, but for long would she be safe? Could she accept it completely this time, or would she try again, alone with no one at her side, and who knows then what would happen to her?

None of it healed the grief left behind, masked by the explosive emotions, only leaving it bare, exposed, and as strong as all hells. Where that grief might take her, along with the shame of her actions to those around her, the profound inability to want to live with it, he didn’t want her to go. At least not alone.

Please, take him too. Don’t leave him, not like this.

So, when time ticked away, the hesitation was present, and her shoulders began to curl in on themselves as they shook; looking at the person before her, he had to hide the way he physically felt himself start to soften. She couldn’t do it, and his breathing hitched the slightest, the weapon in her hand lowering inch by painful inch until it was hanging by a thread at her side. She held the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes, and while things would be taken over for her, all he could focus on was gently taking that arm and leading her away.

“Come on, love, let’s go home,” he spoke in a hushed tone that only the two of them would hear, leaning close as she began to cry silently, stilly, with her back turned, barricaded safely by the others, “Don’t regret this path you chose.”

#hahaha this hit me in the feels #right in the absolute fucking feels i forgot i had #thank you #percy de rolo #percy x reader #percival x reader #percival de rolo #percy de rolo x reader #percival de rolo x reader #critial role #critical role x reader #the legend of vox machina x reader #tlovm #tlovm x reader

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rageoffae · 6 months

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Another card a friend made to add to my Molly/Jester Oracle of the Moon deck. Absolutely love the design. Can't wait to pull it and find the meaning in readings!!!

#critial role #mollymauk tealeaf #jester lavorre #dnd #tarot #oracle #the mighty nein

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limeyjellybean · 4 months

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Okay, so I need to add Liam O'Brien and Taliesin Jaffe to my list of people I could sit and listen to talking for hours

#critial role #liam o'brien #taliesin jaffe #i like voices #percy de rolo #percival de rolo #caleb widogast

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xinkviralx · 1 year

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My take on Fearne and Orym 💚🔆

#cr3 #critial role #critical role fanart #fearne calloway #cr orym #character art #digital art #cr fanart #critical role fandom

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sky-scribbles · 1 year

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I have just discovered, deep in my files, this doodle of Blackwall Dragonage hugging Essek Thelyss. I have no memory of creating this.

#it... might have been to do with my inquisitor!essek au?#or maybe I just thought essek deserved a hug from a dad figure #critial role #dragon age #essek thelyss #blackwall

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tiburion · 1 year

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I fell really hard for the himbo vampire husband + hot witch wife

I stated drawing this after reading “The Lovers” and “Death Reversed” from Pigflight on AO3, and even if this is not an actual scene of the fics, the mood was SO inspired mid reading

#the legend of vox machina #TLOVM #the briarwoods #sylas briarwood #delilah briarwood #critial role

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drowninginblox · 2 months

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Give me a paladin that swears their loyalty to their favorite fanfiction. Bonus points if it is in some way a crack ship or is a reference to a big DND series.

Forexample:

"Bless this town and may the word of widowjest guide it's people."

#critial role #dnd #taz #dungeons and dragons #dungeons and daddies

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mansionofhaunts · 1 year

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So, that was a lot! I’ve got some ideas as to where this might be going, but I will note that Matt did angle things in such a way that Keyleth, Beau and Caleb, while in very real danger, didn’t die, and I sincerely doubt he’ll kill any of them off screen (and I do doubt that he’d kill them at all, without the players who created them having input). That’s meta stuff, though. (Sidenote: this is the sort of thing that could get the rest of Vox Machina or the Mighty Nein involved)

As for what happened? Here’s what I’ve got so far: Ludinus used time magic to rush things up to the Apogee Solstice. He fucked himself up pretty badly to do so. Beyond that, he saw that there was not enough power coming in, and one of the other keys was full on destroyed, and he went through with the plan anyways. Things clearly started to go wrong,.

My theory is that the combo of time magic and his attempt at the ritual going wrong are going to buy our heroes some time to gather allies and gain some power. This was clearly not a fight they were supposed to win, as evidenced by their world saving, level 20 characters getting thoroughly wrecked, and Matt ending the episode without conclusively releasing Predathos makes me think that he didn’t intend for this episode to be a campaign ending or setting remaking one. He just raised the stakes, and instead of doing so by destroying an entire town or brainwashing a party member, he put beloved past PCs in mortal danger.

As for what comes next? I think they’re going to learn that they have time to stop Ludinus, especially given that the party is so conclusively split, with no quick way for them to meet back up. I don’t know how they’ll play that (they could split the episodes and bring in guests to fill the table, that’d be really fun, though Dorian and co are in Tal’Dorei).

The rest of the campaign feels wide open in a way it didn’t going into this, though I’m sure it’s gonna be really controversial. I’m glad they took a big swing, though

#critical role #cr spoilers #critial role #critical role speculation

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suaimhneas-gairid · 2 months

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stealing dailyliamobrien's job

#i see pretty i post pretty #liam o'brien #vax'ildan #vaxildan #critial role #campaign 1 #c1e52 #this episode was so good #so stressful but so good

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isagrimorie · 1 year

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I really love Laudna and Ashton as drinking and accountability buddies. The closest, possibly to a damn good sibling dynamic in the group.

And from what I’ve seen of the Percy and Keyleth relationship dynamic the closest recreation to it Tal and Marisha can reproduce.

From what I understand, Molly and Beau never got to that part, and Beau’s relationship is totally different with Cad.

And by the time Cad became a fixture, Fjord and Beau are established best friends.

I think… with Kingsley Tal is trying to establish a similar kinship with both Beau and Yasha.

In C1 they got Lifetime in a lineage/lineage in a lifetime. And in C3 I’m really glad they finally got into a similar dynamic again.

#marisha ray #taliesin jaffe #percy de rolo #keyleth of the air ashari #vox machina #ashton greymoore #laudna #critial role #cr spoilers #cr 3x49 #critical role spoilers #critical role c3 spoilers

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keen-on-euphemisms · 6 months

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I just finished C2E92 of Critical Role and have some personal stuff to say. I'll put it under the cut, in case of spoilers for someone.

While watching Beau's interaction with her dad the thing that was on my mind was that despite absolutely amazing rp from Marisha I fealt like... I don't know. Normal about it?

Normal to the point where I couldn't really understand why everyone is acting so weird towards it.

So naturally I went to the comment section to understand.

And then it hit me.

Oh boi, it's me who is broken.

I rewatched the whole thing and realised that this behaviour of Beau's father is... what my parents do all the time. Yes, I was bad, no one have taught me how to be a parent. Your grandparents were no peach either. I made mistakes but you remember yourself? You are to blame for all of this too. Its good to see you grew up to be strong as if my actions are not the main reason for that.

To the point where I am so honeyed in broken redistributing of responsibility and guilt that this feels like normal to me. Like there is no problem at all.

The other thing for me was that our family was maintaining the "perfect look" for outsiders eyes. Rewatching this scene I couldn’t help but thinking how it would have went if Beau would face her father alone. And to my pain I already know the answer.

I remember how it broke my heart to see my friend's interaction with her father once. I was staying the night, travelling to her city, and it was her father's birthday. She was apologising for not getting the exact thing as a present that we wanted, but it was close enough. His response was: it doesn't matter, love, at least I will have something that you gave me. I remember I cried so hard that night (and crying now while writing it), while my heart was tearing apart, wishing to have even a small fracture of that and knowing that I never will.

And returning to realisation about the CR episode - I just uncovered another huge thing to work on in therapy. I never had an understanding of what a normal family would look like. All I had was - is - a broken one.

I understand now, why people say that this was a turning point for a lot of people in liking Beauregard's character - I loved her before but this really shook me and sent it to another level.

None of my friends watch CR, so I'm a bit lonely in that regard about sharing those kind of revelations hence this post exists. When I say I love each and every one of the cast - this is what I mean. People playing a pretend game on another continent and giving me so much hope on how maybe one day, I'll have my own found family and it will be better than the one that raised me.

#critical role spoilers #marisha ray #the mighty nein #personal shit #critial role #mental health #found family

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