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tiefling-anarchy · 1 year

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About

Name: Siofra "Fray" Leiptera pronounciation: "Sho-fra" "Ley-pt-erah"

Age: 24

Race: Papiliara (homebrew)

Gender: Genderfluid

Pronouns: any/all (he/she/they/it + neos)

Sexuality/orientations: unlabelled

Relationship Status: single

Partner: n/a

Class: Paladin

Birthday: Feb 06th

BASIC DESCRIPTION;

a very pale and soft looking person, comes off and gentle, quiet and cold or shy, maybe distant at times but is quite a bit agressive when they want to be.

wings flat against their back almost

looking like shes got a cape or cloak on.

he tends to blurt out whats on his mind otherwise fae stay quiet.

likes to stare at the moon and eat sweets.

PERSONALITY;

quiet, soft spoken normally but does have a temper. they are loyal, a bit brash, insightful and tend to be a closed off kind of person.

ABOUT;

STATS;

D&D style, out of 20 for greater variation.

STRENGTH

18/20

DEXTERITY

13/20

CONSTITUTION

17/20

INTELLIGENCE

11/20

WISDOM

14/20

CHARISMA

8/20

SKILLS;

also dnd style- choose 4-6 from the following list:

Acrobatics / Athletics / Insight / Intimidation / Slight of Hand / Survival

EQUIPMENT;

leather armor, glaive, two handaxes, dungeoneer's pack.

OTHER PROFICIENCIES/LANGUAGE;

melee weapons, specifically polearm style. their fighting style is similar to Naginatajutsu. they know common, sylvan/elvish, and papial.

ALIGNMENT;

neutral/neutral

BACKSTORY;

years ago, Siofra was separated from their people after everyone fled from the current settlement due to an attack, they've been trying to find where their people had migrated to. during the attack they, along with other young papiliara, were taken. they'd grown up as a weapon, killing and hunting people down until, upon learning her people were hunted and had their wings(if they had any) ripped from them, they finally had enough, snapped, and used their glaive against their captors. Fray's time working for them earned him names such as "The White Death" or "the Ghost". she's been trying to avoid this large part of her past and find what remained of her people and where they'd fled to but with the fact that her people migrate during season's changing its been difficult for them.

RELATIONSHIPS;

vox: friends/acquaintances with the group, travels with them but isnt particularly close with any of them at first.

APPEARANCE;

hair: white/grey

eyes: black

skin: tan

height: 5'8

fray has white, near-translucent wings that rest against their back almost resembling a cloak without the hood and is often mistaken for such, at least at first glance. they have a natural sort of fluff around their collar/lower neck and small "fuzzy" antennae-looking things growing from the top of their forehead similar to where horns might be for other races. Siofra's ears are pointed rather than rounded like a human's however they arent long like an elf's. his eyes are completely black similar to a Tiefling's eyes. fae keep faer hair in a braided style, the sides partially shaved, the colour is naturally white with grey undertones. unbraided the length nearly reaches their waist, braided it reaches the small of their back. their skin is a very light tan, a contrast against the rest of their white colour palette. they have an athletic and androgynous build.

outfits: colour palette is typically white, grey, brown/tan. following images resemble their style

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peantbutter-honeycombs · 1 year

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I’ll Paint Your Picture, Darling Excerpt

Word count: ?

Characters: Fjord, Jester Lavorre(mentioned), Original Child Character

Warnings: No archive warnings apply.

Notes: Chapter from my archive story; I’ll Paint Your Picture, Darling

Written in collaboration with the incredibly kind @somethingwritey

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“Alright, Little Bee,” Fjord said, looking down at Eysel who was walking dutifully by his side. “You have a very important task today, remember?”

Eysel nodded, her small hand tucked comfortably into his. She stared up at the large statesman’s house.

Today was a big day.

Fjord had a meeting with a statesman to discuss a possible business endeavor for Stone’s Throw Shipping. A deal like this one could really help get the company off the ground, and he couldn’t help being slightly nervous. He was rather out of practice as the “face of the party” now that the Nein weren’t traveling together as frequently.

He was also a little... apprehensive about bringing Eysel along. A small child wasn’t exactly his first choice as a business wingman, but Jester was visiting Marion, and it was Orly’s day off. They’d all agreed never to let Eysel stay alone with Kingsley (not again), which meant Fjord was double-teaming his responsibilities today.

Fatherhood and entrepreneur extraordinaire.

At least, that’s what Jester had said. He wasn’t so sure.

Still, he tried not to reveal his concerns to Eysel. Instead, he plopped his own hat on her head—chuckling as it nearly fell past her eyes. “You’re my first mate today,” he reminded her. “Think you can handle it?”

She nodded, peering up at him from under the hat. “Yes, I can. I promise.”

“Very good.”

As the two of them waited to be taken into the main house, Fjord occupied himself with pitching silently in his head. He went over the words over and again, hoping he wouldn’t forget them when the time came.

Stone’s Throw Shipping is a unique business endeavor that I believe could greatly benefit a noble —

“Fjord.” Eysel tugged on his leg. “There’s a cow.”

Blinking, Fjord turned to the rest of the yard, and yes, there was in fact a large cow nibbling its way through some shrubbery. “So, there is.”

“Can we go say hi?”

Fjord looked around, glancing at the main door for several seconds. He still didn’t hear any sort of footsteps, and the maid who’d told them to wait outside hadn’t been all that specific.

“Alright, just for a moment,” Fjord agreed, taking Eysel by the hand and leading her out into the yard. He was pretty sure cows didn’t gobble up small children. He’d be on his guard just in case.

The moment they approached the beast, they were immediately alerted to a commotion rounding the side of the house. A young elven boy—looking no older than twenty—raced towards them. His knees were dirty, and judging by the weed clippings he was clutching in one hand, Fjord assumed the boy must be the gardener.

“No, no,” the boy groaned, hands on his knees as he approached. “I just shaped those last week.”

The cow didn’t seem perturbed by the boy’s panicked state, continuing to munch happily on the plants.

Eysel immediately hid behind Fjord’s leg. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, and Fjord already knew exactly what she wanted.

He cleared his throat, and the boy only just seemed to notice the two of them standing there. He peered up and over the top of the cow, eyes getting wide.

“Can I help you?” he asked, adjusting his shirt and hat the best he could.

“My Eysel here has expressed interest in petting your magnificent beast,” Fjord said as diplomatically as he possibly could.

The boy came around the other side of the cow, wiping his hands on his pants and offering one out to Fjord to shake.

“Certainly,” the boy smiled. “Bourbon’s only flaw is that she loves to ruin my handiwork. Otherwise, she’s the friendliest thing you’ll ever meet. Come now. Just here on the side.”

He guided Eysel towards the cow—apparently called Bourbon—and demonstrated the proper way to pet her. Eysel’s curiosity gradually overtook her shyness, and she dragged Fjord forward to comply.

Eysel’s eyes lit up as she stroked the course, soft hair of the cow, and Fjord could’ve sworn he heard a contented growling noise coming from deep in her throat. She laughed a little, petting Bourbon with more confidence as the cow swung her head back to investigate the small girl.

“Thank you,” Fjord said to the boy with a gracious nod.

“Name’s Finric,” the boy said with a shrug. “My pleasure.”

All too soon, the front door to the main house opened, and Fjord was summoned inside. He collected Eysel and together, they trudged back up towards the porch.

“I think you should do business with Bourbon,” Eysel observed pointedly, glancing over her shoulder at Finric who was now wrestling the cow out of the shrubbery.

“Bourbon is a cow,” Fjord said.

“I like cows.” Eysel hummed a little tune as she skipped up the porch stairs.

The first part of their afternoon was a tour of the grand estate. The main house was lovely, but Eysel didn’t seem all that engaged.

Indeed, about twenty minutes into the tour, she was already quietly complaining of boredom. Desperate to keep her entertained, Fjord swung the little girl up onto his shoulders for one of her favorite games: pilots.

Instantly, she brightened, giggling as she pulled his ears and turned him in all sorts of directions.

The staff leading the tour gave him a rather odd look, but he merely smiled back and nodded, commenting on how the design was reminiscent of coastal houses in some of the most beautiful port cities he’d visited.

As they were coming to the end of the tour, Fjord tried to turn into the next hallway while following their guide, but Eysel had other plans. She twisted him in the other direction, and he played the part—flailing dramatically.

He could hear her laughing above him as his arms spun out, pretending to have been completely caught unawares. His fingers grazed the edge of a very fine porcelain vase displayed in the hall. It wobbled and would’ve likely toppled if not for his quick reflexes.

The staff instantly was at his side, examining the vase and glaring at Eysel.

“We’d prefer if you didn’t touch the expensive artifacts,” one of them said, a bit patronizing for Fjord’s liking. “Next time, please alert us that you’ll be bringing a child, so we can make the proper... precautions around the place.”

“My apologies.” Fjord carefully swung Eysel down off his shoulders, taking her by the hand. “Won’t happen again, and this sort of thing certainly doesn’t represent Stone’s Throw as a company.”

“It was an accident,” Eysel whispered to him.

“I know.” He gave her a reassuring nod. “Let’s just walk on our own two feet for now, okay?”

Lunch was served in the sitting room next. The owner of the estate was waiting for them, and Fjord introduced himself as they sat down.

This was it.

Business talks were about to commence.

“You brought a child?” The owner eyed Eysel as she sat down, a note of disdain mingling with the surprise in his voice. “We have napkins, if... she requires one.”

Eysel had somehow gotten a sticky goo all over her fingers, and she stuck them together with a smile. Fjord sighed. He’d taken his eyes off her for one second.

“She’s my charge for the afternoon,” he explained, handing Eysel a napkin.

As the food was brought out, Fjord gratefully accepted a serving. It was definitely gourmet, with fancy toppings and small portions that were reminiscent of what Marion served at the Chateau during her performances.

Unfortunately, Eysel had decided to let her Jester really shine through that afternoon. She picked at the food on her plate, moving it around with her hands or a fork until it was smeared in a rather unappetizing way.

The owner coughed a little, noticing Eysel’s behaviour.

Fjord could feel his face heating up, and he leaned over to the little girl. “Please stop playing with your food and eat it.”

“It’s yucky,” she complained.

“Just give it a try.”

Lunch proceeded rather awkwardly after that, and Fjord hoped it wouldn’t ruin the rest of the afternoon. He politely tried to broach several topics related to Stone’s Throw, ignoring the way Eysel was so clearly pouting beside him.

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After what felt like an eternity, lunch concluded.

“Shall we continue the conversation in the other room?” the owner said, standing and gesturing for Fjord to follow him. And then he paused, glancing at Eysel who was inspecting a statue of a mermaid on a nearby table.

“Come, Eysel,” Fjord motioned, beckoning for her to join them.

The owner’s smile faltered, and he winced. “Might I suggest it be... grown-ups only? I fear a child might distract us from the more important matters at hand.”

Fjord sighed, kneeling down beside his little girl. He lifted the hat so he could see her face better. “Would it be alright if you played quietly in here?”

Her shoulders slumped. “Do I have to?”

“If you’re really good, we can get a treat on the way home.” He was begging now, and he knew that was definitely not the right method of parenting, but he really, really needed this meeting to go well.

After kissing the top of her forehead, Fjord joined the owner in the adjoining room.

———

All things considered, it was a bit smoother without having to worry about Eysel every couple of seconds. The conversation flowed smoothly without any interruptions, and Fjord hoped that boded well for the potential contract.

“That’s exactly why I believe Stone’s Throw Shipping is so important,” Fjord explained. “There’s just no other company with the same resources and commitment to excellence on the market right now.”

Throughout their talk, he tried to listen every now and again for Eysel in the other room, but all seemed to be going okay. There were no large crashes, no crying, and he made it almost an entire hour before he excused himself to check on the small girl.

The moment he poked his head into the other room, Fjord’s heart dropped. Eysel was nowhere to be seen, and his hat lay in the center of the room—abandoned.

“What happened?” Fjord asked the staff lingering at the other end of the room. “Where’d she go?”

One of them glanced around with a shrug, and the other one pointed to the door.

“She excused herself some time ago, sir,” they explained.

Fjord rubbed at his forehead, taking a deep breath. The grounds weren’t that large, but surely, someone should’ve come to get him when she’d wandered off.

“Fjord?” The statesman re-entered the room as well, looking irritated. “Are you intending to keep me waiting all afternoon?”

Picking up his hat, Fjord shook his head. “It’s Eysel. She vanished.”

“Children are prone to doing that.” There was no real empathy in the statesman’s voice. He glanced at his timepiece. “I would suggest next time not bringing a child to a business endeavor, yes? Certainly not one so poorly behaved. I fear her parents have not imparted proper manners.”

Fjord raised an eyebrow. “I’m her parent.”

The statesman glanced up, curious. “Is that so? Well, my statement still stands.”

“If you’ll excuse me,” Fjord said, dusting his hat off and placing it on his head. “I am going to go locate said ‘poorly-mannered’ child of mine. Good afternoon.”

He checked the halls of the house, and the front foyer. There was no sign of Eysel. Just as he was starting to grow slightly more concerned, he spotted a familiar figure in the lawn outside.

Eysel was playing with Bourbon the cow while Finric looked on. She was grass-stained and dirty, but seemed happier than he’d seen her all afternoon.

She saw him approaching and smiled. “You found me.”

“Why did you wander off?” he asked, relieved.

“First mate wasn’t that fun,” she shrugged, pulling up a few blades of grass. “I wanted to play something else. Can we pick flowers?”

Fjord glanced at Finric, who shrugged. “Just not too many,” he said. “The owners shouldn’t notice much.”

Gleefully, Eysel began to pick flowers—designating them for different people. She selected some for Jester, for Nona Marion, and even for Caduceus.

(“He loves flowers,” she explained to Fjord, quite seriously.)

Fjord gladly joined in, trying not to think about explaining to Jester and the crew why Stone’s Throw didn’t have a new business partner.

As if she could read his mind, Eysel glanced up at him. “Did you get what you wanted?”

He ruffled her hair with a sigh. “Not quite, Little Ember. But that’s alright. Shipping is a tough business these days. I’m just glad you’re happy.”

Finric’s face brightened. “Did I hear you’re in shipping?”

“I am,” Fjord shrugged, trying not to sound too dour about it. “If you know of anyone in need of a business deal, let me know.”

Finric stuck out his hand for the second time that day. “Let me re-introduce myself,” he laughed. “I own the estate next door. And I’d love to talk shipping with you.”

Fjord couldn’t help gaping at him a little. “So... you’re not a gardener, then?”

“Oh, just part-time,” the boy shrugged. “Bourbon here ruined a patch of prized flowers. The statesman wasn't too pleased, but let me off with some labor instead of pressing any charges.”

It took Finric and Fjord the better part of the next two hours to verbally work out a contract, with Fjord agreeing to send signed materials over to Finric’s estate within the week. Finric told him about his family’s fortune in enchanted flora and herbs, and how partnering with a shipping company would greatly expand their influence.

“I have to say,” Finric said as he and Fjord finished up, watching Eysel say her goodbyes to Bourbon. “I applaud your business for getting its priorities right. My family wouldn’t be where we are today if we hadn’t put each other first.”

Fjord smiled at Eysel, who turned and waved at him. “I can understand that, I think.”

———

On the way home, Eysel asked to finish the shoulder ride that had been cut short on the morning tour. As she perched high above the world, Fjord could feel her delicate touch weaving flowers into his hair, but he didn’t complain—not even once.

“I wasn’t really all that good,” Eysel sighed. “No treat, right?”

“Not true,” Fjord squeezed her leg. “You were the best first mate I could’ve asked for.” And then he paused, panicking. “Just promise you won’t tell Beau, okay?”

#critical role #critical role fic #the mighty nein #mighty nein oc #critical role fjord #fjord stone #critical role jester #jester lavorre #found family #a lot of fluff #campaign 2 spoilers #might nein spoilers #critical role spoilers

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writingbylee · 7 months

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(@queen--kenobi ) Hi I saw those tags, I'm gonna make you cry.

1) What are Lyra and Lyanna's favorite colors?

2) Which of your OCs would get along? Which would hate each other? Who would be the ultimate team up?

3) Tell me how you think Lyanna ends up with Ned's hat in the Western AU! Does she end up with anything of Robb's? In the Scorched Earth/dark verse, does Lyanna keep those things?

hi it worked i cried

(also i love you so much perse omg)

Answers under the cut!! cause this got LONG

1. Lyra’s favorite color is a deep royal purple, because it reminds her of Naboo and her sister. Lyanna’s favorite color is red, which seems counterintuitive, but it’s not a Lannister red. it’s the red of the leaves on the Winterfell weirwood tree, the red of Robb and Sansa’s hair.

2. ooooooo i love this question!! i actually think Kara and Edme would get along pretty well— they both have similar seafaring backgrounds and similar ideas about loyalty that i think would make them click. i think Emmalee and Ceara would absolutely be the ultimate team up in regards to power level. if we’re talking about like pitched battles, Aemma and Lyanna would kick anybody’s ass. i think Lyra would drive Wasp absolutely insane. and i think Ceara would resent Edme, so like maybe not hate but pretty close.

3. THE WESTERN AU AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH but yes anyways i think Lyanna gets Ned’s hat after Littlefinger delivers Ned’s body to Catelyn. in the Western AU Catelyn doesn’t leave Winterfell right away, so Littlefinger delivers the body to Winterfell. Catelyn is super distraught and can barely even handle Littlefinger so Lyanna ends up being the one to go out and talk to him and take the casket back. Littlefinger probably lies to Lyanna and tells her that he stole the hat but he couldn’t save the guns, when in reality Tywin let Littlefinger take the hat back because it didn’t mean anything to him symbolically. Lyanna does end up with Robb’s weapons belt and one of his revolvers! Robb leaves them behind when he goes to the Red Wedding, so Lyanna has them at Winterfell. i think dark!Lyanna would keep both the hat and the belt/gun, but she wouldn’t wear them anymore. dark!Lyanna has gotten to a point where she knows that what she’s done would be considered unforgivable by both her father and her brother, but she doesn’t feel sorry for the things she’s done. so i think she’d respect their memory by not wearing the hat and belt, but i don’t think she would be able to get rid of them.

#lee answers #star wars oc #oc lyra amidala naberrie #game of thrones oc #oc lyanna stark #mighty nein oc #critical role oc #oc kara dean #narnia oc #oc edme pevensie #marvel oc #oc emmalee #percy jackson oc #oc ceara #hotd oc #oc aemma velaryon targaryen #top gun: maverick oc #oc wasp

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sporadically-writing · 2 years

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Critical Role OCs

Back on my critical role obsession at the moment.

As a fun character creation exercise, and to stop myself from creating more DND characters then I already have (I have like two for each class and there is absolutely no way I will ever be able to play them all) I like to craft characters for each campaign and sort of put them in the world. Exandria is such a wild and rich world that Matt has created and I like to enjoy and research it this way while also doing some character and writing practice. And I thought I might tell you about them!

The Legend of Vox Machina/Vox Machina

I had not reached the Briarwood Arc in my watch of Vox Machina prior to the series coming out so I did not know all of the details. I watched the Mighty Nein first so the only thing I really knew about Whitestone was the basics of Percy’s backstory. I knew the name Anna Ripley but nothing really about her. I honestly thought, given that Delilah is a witch and Sylas is a vampire, that Ripley might have been a werewolf or something but I was wrong. I thought Whitestone was missing a werewolf so I made one.

Alexandria Briarwood is the daughter of the fabled Briarwoods. She has been turned into a werewolf against her will thanks to her disobedience to her parents following their arrival at Whitestone (and the horrors that followed). Alexandria is a young woman with a strong sense of morals at least when natural laws are concerned. She grieved her father when the time came sure, but what her mother did was wrong. She broke the laws of nature and Alexandria didn’t like it. Not to mention what her parents did when they arrived in Whitestone. She cannot hide her feelings from her parents after that and as punishment, Ripley is employed and Alexandria is infected with Lycanthropy.

One night after that, Alexandria escapes the palace, desperate to leave the city but she stops in the square. She sees the state of the city and the state of the (pre-you know, that) Sun Tree. She sees the leafless tree that was so gorgeous when they arrived and something shifts in her. She can’t leave with good conscious. She knows she needs to do something. Keeper Yennen finds her shortly after and Alexandria is recruited into the resistance. She wears a hood at all times both to hide herself from guards and to keep her identity a secret from those who are not aware of who she is. Not everyone in the resistance needs to know that a Briarwood is among their ranks.

The resistance has the name Kestrel to refer to Cassandra De Rolo, they refer to Alexandria as Heron. Kestrels symbolize nobility and might among other things and herons usually symbolize patience and good luck.

Class wise, Alexandria is a human Order of the Lycan Bloodhunter, possibly with a Path of the Beast Barbarian multiclass

The Mighty Nein

If there were another member of the Mighty Nein from the very beginning, I wanted it to be another member of the Fletching and Moondrop circus. I was thinking about classes of the party as well and I thought that Bard would be an interesting fit with this group. However, I did not want it to be a basic, music themed bard. This idea coupled with all the importance of swords in this campaign, I thought a College of Swords bard would be interesting.

Averie Silvervale, a high elven fencer, performer in the great circus, friend of Yasha Nydoorin and Mollymauk Tealeaf. She is the first daughter of a noble family in Bysaes Tyl who left home when her parents tried to force her into the heir box, living a life on the road in the circus instead.

Crown Keepers

I haven’t quite been able to figure this group out yet.

Bell’s Hells

Marquet being such an interesting continent with jungles and deserts I felt a ranger not being in this campaign would be a shame. I also wanted to add to the pair of genasi within the group.

Serafina Petrona is a fire genasi Beast Master Ranger with a little coyote/desert wolf companion named King. She looks partially like an elf, given that her father is one. She travelled the deserts and jungles outside of Jrusar for a time before she took to busking with King in the streets of Jrusar after that.

The Ring of Brass

This group particularly is a little difficult as their story is only one episode in and is so incredibly new but the world is so interesting that I find it very difficult to curb the excitement to create a character within it.

I thought quite a bit about Deans of Magical Colleges. Only one of them is talked about within the first episode so as of right now I have an idea for another one. Evocation jumped out at me a little bit. I am unsure as of right now how these Deans operate, but I believe they may be in charge of those specific branches within the sorcerers university or some such school.

I imagine a Dean of Evocation might hold themselves as a more militaristic figure as opposed to some of the other schools of magic and the idea was interesting.

If I were to go this route, I believe that Simona Nesk, Dean of the College of Evocation would be a human Evocation Wizard. She would be a very stern and stalwart person dressed mostly in robust red robes.

I also entertained the idea of the College of Illusion as well. If I were to go this way, Yavia Valcyne, Dean of the College of Illusion would be a fairy Illusion Wizard. Yavia is a respected mage for her mastery of illusory magic but she also is a very carefree soul. This due in part to her fey nature, but mostly due to the fact that she is an artist. She views magic, her magic especially, is an art form and that notion would color much of how she carries herself.

I like both of them quite a bit.

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vibesforlee · 7 months

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Critical Role

#critical role oc #vox machina oc #tlovm oc #oc alythea vance #vax’ilthea #mighty nein oc #oc kara dean #fjora

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casukaga · 8 months

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finally drew a full body of cable!

— my dnd oc, cable (he/they)

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flyingraven · 2 months

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Critical Role incorrect quotes but it's real things my friends and I have said part 4

Vex: there is safety in numbers

Grog: I can't count

Vex: do not put the baby in the bag of holding!

Vax: well there isnt a corpse in there so *shrugs*

Veth: if I ever have another baby I will let you socially experiment on them

FCG: Bread has religions?

Scanlan: they say "don't do drugs, kids" they don't say "don't do drugs, adults"

Vax: who are we slut shaming?

Vex: skeletons

Vax *shaking head*: whores

Imogen: All I want to do is be gay do crime but instead all I'm doing is being gay and crying

Percy: stay hydrated, release a demon

Keyleth: You've mosqd your last uito

#flyingraven oc #critical role #critical role incorrect quotes #incorrect critical role #vox machina #vaxildan #vexahlia #keyleth of the air ashari #keyleth #percy de rolo #percival de rolo #mighty nein #the mighty nein #veth brenatto #scanlan shorthalt #bells hells #imogen temult #fresh cut grass #grog strongjaw

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flea-eats-bugs · 7 months

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Critical Role Campaign 2, Episode 103 Spoilers!!

#my art #digital art #oc #anime art #digital illustration #critical role #critical role spoilers #the mighty nein #the mighty nein spoilers #critrole #critical role fanart #cr art

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my-crafted-chaos · 1 year

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"Owl" by @quiddie ft. Professor Thaddeus (a new a24 horror/thriller by Critical Role)

#artwork #critical role spoilers #critical role #mighty nein #critrole #artists on tumblr #oc #campaign 2 #artist #professor thaddeus #a familiar problem #owl #horror #a24

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everywishway · 1 year

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If you are a fan of TTRPG Shows (like TAZ, CR, D20, Naddpod, etc) please reblog and tell me all about your OC for these shows.

Don't even fucking lie saying you don't have one, we were all teens who made OCs and then got into D&D where we make characters for fun, I know you have one.

That one character you keep tucked away in the corner in case you ever got invited on the stream even though you know it will never happen.

Give me everything you have: character sheets, drawings, your ten pages of lore. I want it all so I can hoard it and admire it like a damn dragon. it doesn't deserve to be hidden away, show them off! I would love to see them!

(edit) also, for every 10 people who say one, I reblog talking about one of mine. Since we're at ten, check the reblogs for my 1st one, lol.

#TAZ #the adventure zone #critical role #critical role oc #bells hells #mighty nein #vox machina #dimension 20 #d20 fantasy high #a court of fey and flowers #d20 acofaf #the unsleeping city #crown of candy #naddpod #dnd ocs #dnd pcs #d20 oc #dimension 20 oc

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bloodofvalyriaarchive · 2 years

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blorbos...... from my heart 🥺 @mooreaux floored me yet again with a commission. thank you so much, everything about this is so stunning 🥺🥺💖 im going to be looking at all the details for ages

#oc: maeve moonsong #mollymauk tealeaf #critical role #critical role au #mighty nein #mollymauk x maeve #my sweet babies #dnd #dungeons and dragons #drow #tiefling

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peantbutter-honeycombs · 10 months

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I’ll Paint Your Picture, Darling Excerpt 2

Word count: ?

Characters: Fjord, Jester Lavorre(mentioned), Original Child Character

Warnings: No archive warnings apply.

Notes: Chapter from my archive story; I’ll Paint Your Picture, Darling

Written in collaboration with the incredibly kind @somethingwritey

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It was a near-perfect beach day.

Fjord and Jester had seen many, many coastlines in their day, but they both agreed that Nicodranas had one of the very best.

They so rarely got to enjoy it, though, what with their boat life and shipping company, so when they did spend extended time at home in their little artsy house, it was a luxury. And one that they all intended to enjoy, at least for a little while. So despite all the work that still needed to be done on their home, all the gardening that needed to be completed, all the half-painted walls that never seemed to be done, Jester decided that they all needed a leisurely outing.

Which is how Eysel found herself swinging happily between Fjord and Jester as they walked together down to the beach, a picnic basket clutched in Fjord’s other arm.

“You look very lovely, Fjord,” Jester grinned, motioning to the frilly little basket. “Very handsome. So pretty.”

Eysel giggled, squeezing Jester’s hand. She liked it when Jester made Fjord all flushed in the face. No one else could really do that except for her.

As they strolled down towards the water, Eysel saw many other families enjoying the nice weather. Some of them were big. Others were small.

Once upon a time, she used to feel heavy in her chest whenever she saw things like that. Now, she just jumped higher between Jester and Fjord, using their hands to propel herself into the air as they swung her back and forth.

She didn’t want to be those families anymore.

She liked her own just fine.

———

“Whatcha doin’ there, Eyselcakes?” Fjord called as he and Jester set out the blanket on the warm sand and positioned the umbrella for shade. The weather couldn’t have been more perfect, with a nearly cloudless sky and small wavelets that kissed the shoreline.

Eysel was currently burying herself in the sand. She’d spent the last twenty minutes chasing away any and all seagulls in the surrounding area, laughing and growling playfully. Now, she’d nearly covered herself in the mounds of golden grains.

At the sound of Fjord’s voice, she looked over—grinning widely. She so rarely got to let completely loose like this, and it showed in her face. She glowed. “Hi, Fjord.”

“Hi.” He shielded his eyes from the bright sun. “You’re very sandy.”

She laughed, nodding. “Yes. I am.” She noticed a shell sitting a few inches away and snatched it up, tucking into the sand burrow. Fjord suspected she had a whole hoard of shells in there.

He shook his head, continuing to help Jester lay out their supplies. “She’s a funny one.”

“That’s our Eysel.” Jester gave Fjord a kiss on the cheek. “I think she gets it from me.”

After their camp was satisfactory, Fjord decided it was time to cool off in the water. He ran straight into the surf, paddling, splashing and waving to Jester—who was currently curled up on the blanket with her new... romance... book.

The salt water felt divine, and he breathed a deep, calm breath as he thanked the Wildmother for the peace that had been returned to him. The ocean no longer provided such a terrifying pull; he no longer felt his old patron’s presence in his chest.

“Thank you,” Fjord said quietly, eyes shut as his legs treaded through the cool water. “For everything.” He was met with a warm ocean breeze blowing past his cheek.

Caduceus would probably call this meditation.

Fjord just... called it a conversation.

Once he was satisfied that the Wildmother felt his gratitude, Fjord floated closer to the shore, eyeing Eysel still happily hoarding her shells in the sand burrow.

“Eysel,” Fjord called, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Come swim.”

She eyed him, shaking her head. “No.”

“Oh, come on. Are you gonna make me swim alone?” Fjord waded into the more shallow water, beckoning. “C’mere, I’ll hold you.”

That, at least, seemed to be a more promising solution. Eysel crawled out of her burrow—sand raining off her body—and carefully joined him at the shallowest edge of the ocean.

She took thoughtful steps, letting the water brush around her toes, ankles, thighs, before nestling herself in Fjord’s arms. He held her, swaying back and forth. She was light as a feather in the water.

Occasionally, he splashed her, and she would growl—retaliating in equal force. Apparently, they were having so much fun that it was too good for Jester to pass up, because she set down her book and joined them, too.

Eysel grew a bit more confident the more she paddled about, still clinging a bit to Jester or Fjord—whoever was closer. She conceded to letting them swing her up and over the waves, just as they’d been doing on dry land.

She drew the line, however, at jumping off the nearby rocks into the water below. Apparently, the lack of flying in this form was a big detractor.

“Just jump!” Fjord called up to her, watching Jester try and coax Eysel to the edge. “It’s just like flying, I promise.”

“Nah uh!” Eysel shook her head, sending water droplets flying. “Flying doesn’t involve falling.”

“This is fun falling!”

Still, it took her another ten or so minutes to creep to the edge, and another five minutes (along with the promise of gelato before dinner) to actually leap off with Jester. Eysel landed right on top of Fjord, sending him plummeting into the depths below, but that was alright.

He didn’t mind.

“I told you I’d catch you,” he grinned, only wincing slightly as he rubbed his shoulder where she’d landed.

“I smushed you, Dadi,” she corrected, holding onto his arm as he paddled her back to the rocks. “Can I go again?”

Fjord nearly dropped her, heart stopping. It was the very first time she’d ever called him that, and he swallowed hard—a sudden tightness swelling in his throat. He gripped Eysel tighter, hugging her.

“Sure thing, Bee,” he said hoarsely, hoisting her back up onto the rock. “We can definitely do that again.”

As the sun slowly turned the sky golden, beginning to dip below the line of sea and sky beyond, the three of them entertained themselves by diving off the rock in increasingly crazy ways.

Fjord canon-balled.

Jester flipped.

And Eysel twirled—flapping her arms a little like they were wings.

Finally, the little girl seemed to grow tired, and they all paddled back to shore for some dinner.

“Gelato first,” Eysel reminded Jester.

“Yum.” Jester certainly didn’t seem to be complaining.

———

Jester didn’t think anyone else had ever had such a lovely picnic.

Surely, someone had, in all the years of Exandria, but her dinner with Eysel and Fjord had to rank among the top ten. Maybe even top five.

It wasn’t perfect.

Eysel accidentally dropped half her sandwich into the sand, Fjord forgot to pack the lemonade, and she used up all the napkins trying to clean gelato off Eysel’s face.

But that was okay.

They were laughing, and the food was good, and the evening was warm and rosy. Once they’d sufficiently stuffed themselves, she and Eysel decided to bury Fjord in the sand. He only grumbled a little bit as they set to work, digging a hole big enough for him to fit into before filling it back in with the sand—still warm from the day’s sunshine.

As Eysel went to cover Fjord’s head, Jester shot out her arms. “No, no. Air. Fjord needs to breathe, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. He’s not a fish.”

Jester smiled, and Fjord looked up at her thankfully. “My hero,” he winked. And then grunted, trying to twist and break free from his sandy bonds. “I may not be a fish, Eysel... but I’m still a sea monster!”

With one last roar, he broke free—chasing a squealing Eysel all around the beach. He chased Jester a bit too, grabbing her around the middle and kissing her neck when Esyel wasn’t looking.

“Fjord,” Jester laughed, pretending to struggle. Secretly, her heart leapt, and butterflies stormed her stomach. She’d never get used to knowing that he was hers.

This life... this family... it was more than she’d ever thought she would have.

“Ew!” Eysel had spotted them now, sticking out her tongue.

“What?” Fjord kissed Jester’s cheek quite dramatically. “Am I not allowed to kiss my Jester? Huh, Eysel?” He took off after her again, sending the little girl screaming away.

The chase slowly became a leisurely stroll, and the three of them fell into line as they walked beside the shoreline. It was definitely sunset now—the remaining dregs of sunshine putting on quite a show before they let the night take over.

Eysel ran ahead, collecting shells and running them back to Fjord and Jester to hold while she gathered more. She always seemed a bit confused as to how they disappeared when she returned, and Fjord and Jester shared a small smile with each other.

“This is nice,” Fjord said quietly to Jester as they walked.

“Yeah, it is.” She couldn’t agree more. “It’s funny. I’ve lived in Nicodranas my whole life, practically. But I never saw it like this before.”

Eysel crouched down ahead of them, inspecting something.

Fjord took Jester’s hand in his. “Same place. New chapter.”

“Something like that,” she laughed.

Tiny footsteps alerted them to the approach of Eysel, who was scurrying back to them with something cupped in her hands. “I found something,” she told them.

Jester knelt to get a better look, and saw a tiny little crab nestled in Eysel’s palm. “Oh. A little creature.”

“I want to keep it.” Eysel tried to hand the crab to Fjord. “She can go with my shells.”

Jester glanced at Fjord, chewing on her lip. She carefully touched Eysel’s wrist. “Little Bee, why don’t we let her go? Instead of keeping her all locked up?”

Eysel pouted a bit, shoulders sagging. “Why?”

“Well,” Jester’s mind searched. “She has a family. A little crab family. And we can’t split them up, right? Families belong together.”

Slowly, Eysel’s pout dissolved into a pensive expression. She nodded, opening her palm and setting the crab down on the sand.

“Mama?”

Jester blinked, realizing suddenly that Eysel was talking about her. She was Mamma. The name washed over her like the waves themselves, bathing her. She wanted to jump and cry and scream, and she didn’t do any of those things. She just nodded—patient, present.

“Will the crab be happy?” Eysel asked.

Jester bundled Eysel into a hug, trying not to cry. “Yes, Sweets. So happy. She has a mamma who loves her very, very much.” Pulled back, she tapped Eysel’s nose. “Like you.”

They watched the little thing scuttle back into the ocean, waving goodbye.

The stars eventually came into view—slowly at first, then all the sudden there were hundreds of them. They winked and flickered high, high above.

Jester held Eysel in her arms, leaning up against Fjord as the three of them stared at the sky. Occasionally, he would point out constellations, telling Eysel their stories. She liked the way his low voice rumbled against her body.

It wasn’t long before Eysel’s breathing evened out, and Jester knew the little girl had fallen asleep in her arms.

“All tuckered out,” Fjord commented, a smile in his voice.

“She had a big day.” Jester made sure Eysel was asleep. “We had a big day. Did you hear what she called me?”

“I did.”

“Did she— for you?”

“In the water.”

Jester resisted the urge to squeal, not wanting to disrupt the sleeping child in her arms. “That means we really are parents now.”

“We were always parents,” Fjord assured her. “It’s been quite the adventure.”

“A good one, though.” Jester liked adventures. “I don’t want this one to end.”

“It’s not ending.” Fjord stared up at the sky for a long moment, exhaling gently. “I think it’s just beginning, really. There’s a lot more in store for us. I feel it.”

“I hope so.”

And that was the absolute truth.

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