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Hey friend, I just wanna say as a fellow writer that your writing is incredible and I love it so much I want to eat it.

You just have such a way of capturing the voice, mannerisms, and physicality of the characters that I can only hope to imitate. ❤️

Thank you so much, lovely 🤍 Such a sweet message in my inbox. That means a lot to me

Have a wonderful day xx

#inbox #anons

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If Ashton and Molly read cards together

Tarot Spread: What in the Actual Fresh Fuck?!

Card 1 - “What in the”: Your current problem. Your focus. What is hindering you currently. Your challenge.

Card 2 - “Actual”: What about this challenge/problem is grounded in reality? Is it a tangible problem?

Card 3 - “Fresh”: Am I looking at this problem wrong? Am I going about this the wrong way? Do I need to see this with a ‘fresh’ perspective?

Card 4 - “Fuck”: What about this is wrong? Why is it wrong? What is making it wrong?

Card 5 - “?”: Do I need more info? Where do I need more info?

Card 6 - “!”: What can I do about this? Where can I take action? What changes can I make to solve this?

#critical role #reblog #love this

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Heyyyy Poet!! I found ur fics while you were away and I’m happy ur back :))

I just wanted to ask for any Ashton x reader you feel like writing, that punk rock brings me so much comfort lmao

I'm happy to be back!! Glad to still have active readers around 🥰 And don't you worry, as I'm catching up with C3, I'm falling more and more for Ash, so there'll definitely be punk rock stories coming your way 😎

#ashton greymoore x reader #critical role x reader #ashton greymoore

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Are you guys still looking for Critical Role content? Candela Obscura? Witcher?

Want me to branch out? In asks, let me know if anything different appeals~

Fallout 4, Stranger Things, Bridgerton, Mass Effects, Dragon Age, Dishonored? I have a list of games/shows I wanna CONSUME once I'm done with college for the year, so more options will be out then

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All the cuties who replied, liked and sent me messages, missed you guys loads!

In the middle of my mid term exams at the moment. Life has been crazy, good and bad crazy (friends, job, uni, a boy 🤫) but we're coping well 😁

Will post new stuff very soon x

HI BBYS

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HI BBYS

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I hope that 2024 is kinder to you 💛

#mod poet

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sorry im in love with that fictional guy. like it’s my fault.

#my bad guys #reblog

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I've always loved this post, but not many people have seen it x

Little Reflections

-> Bell's Hells/C3 x GN!Reader Headcanons

Notes: I was tidying up with some of my old CDs playing in the background (do people even remember CDs? I found a bunch of them today and craved nostalgia), and ended up writing this because I was mentally picturing the party members ^-^

I really really enjoyed writing this, maybe I'll do something similar for the other campaigns in the future - enjoy babes x

~ Poet

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Ashton

You gave me something that I didn't have/ But had no use

I was too weak to give in/ Too strong to lose/ My heart is under arrest again/ But I break loose

-> Best of You by Foo Fighters

Still finding their place in Bell's Hells after the disbanded Nobodies, Ashton takes it day by day and tries to ignore the reluctant hopeful feeling burning within them that this group will last. He came out of that heist a few friends less, but a new strength from within. But it's nice to have a team again.

In the heat of battle, his senses are heightened and adrenaline courses through their veins, and yet all they focus on is keeping you and the others safe. They laugh in the face of danger and take a punch like a champ, knowing they'll have your healing hands cupping their face in the aftermath.

He didn't expect to find companionship like this, but it's a nice change of pace. They now have a special person - you - not only worth fighting for, but worth relying on as well. You kiss their knuckles, bruised and tender to touch, but it's so worth it when they get to return the favour on your lips.

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Chetney

I see the bad moon a-rising/ I see trouble on the way/ I see earthquakes and lightning/ I see bad times today

Don't go around tonight/ Well, it's bound to take your life/ There's a bad moon on the rise

-> Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival

Being a short ass werewolf brings both fun and perks to the relationship. No matter your own fighting style, Chetney adds flair and an edge to combat, and you quickly make work of the battlefield together.

There's always a danger, though. When he's beginning to limp, trailing blood behind him with a crazy look in his eye, you just know that he's near losing control. But afterwards, when he returns to his smaller gnome form, you hold him close and laugh with relief in his ear.

You're perched on a low hanging branch of a tree, not too far away from the campfire. One of your legs swing idly to the low-rumbled hums of Chetney sitting at the trunk's base. It's upbeat and content. You reach down and graze your fingers along the woolen hat upon his head, barely even touching the fibres, but Chet leans into your hand anyway.

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Dorian

Road trippin' with my two favorite allies/ Fully loaded we got snacks and supplies/ It's time to leave this town, it's time to steal away

Blue, you sit so pretty west of the one/ Sparkles light with yellow icing, just a mirror for the sun

-> Road Trippin' by Red Hot Chili Peppers

From Emon in Tal'Dorei to Jrusar in Marquet, Fearne and Orym have been two constants in Dorian's life when he took up being a wandering bard. Since meeting you and the rest of Bell's Hells, his inner circle has only expanded, and he has grown to place his trust in others.

There's something so tranquil about taking the last watch with your favourite air genasi while on the road, the pale golden light of daybreak warming your face, shiny on his hair as you huddle close. His cheek rests at your temple, enjoying the quiet before the others wake up for another day of travel and shenanigans.

When he's made the choice to pry himself from the group to help keep Cyrus safe, you can't help but feel like the precious time promised together has been cut short, that he is being stolen from your side. As you grip onto him before he takes his leave, his nose at your neck and your hands in his hair, he promises you won't get rid of him so easily - he will find you again.

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Fearne

You came along just like a song/ And brighten my day/ Who would have believed that you were part of a dream/ Now it all seems light years away

-> Can't Smile Without You by Barry Manilow

Your hand finds the feather-soft fur at the scruff of Little Mister's neck, your fingertips buzzing ever so slightly at the underlying heat coming from his core. Fearne coos from behind you, hands clasped together in an affectionate gesture when she sees her fire elemental curled up in your lap.

You know she has maternal instincts towards her familiar, and ask her again what it was like when she first found him. She says its so vivid in her mind, but the memory is not without its blurs. She never expected to find him, never expected to bond with him like she has. But he arrived in her life at the perfect time, just like yourself.

Like a proud mama sending her child off to school, Fearne loves the moments where Mister does immense damage to her enemies, as well as when he shows a more innocent side to himself to the people she cares about - specifically you.

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Fresh Cut Grass

I got my arms, I got my hands/ I got my fingers, got my legs/ I got my feet, I got my toes/ I got my liver, got my blood

Got life, I got my life

-> Ain’t Got No, I Got Life by Nina Simone

The little robot is simply happy to be here, to have found friendship in you, Ashton, and the others, as well as the opportunity to go to new places and be helpful. Even after having to face the end of his previous adventuring party and experience the blanks left in his memory, he is grateful for what he has.

You manage to get them to open up when you least expect it, explore the concept of their identity, and what it means to be... well, alive in some capacity. FCG is comfortable with the fact that they have people to help him out.

Mortality and existential questioning pushed to the side, the endearing quirks and positive attitude of your new metallic friend only brings a smile to your face after a tough fight or a complication in a plan. They're a little ray of sunshine, a buddy you can rely on to help remind you what matters most - this dysfunctional family you've picked up.

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Imogen

We had a fight on the promenade out in the rain/ She said she loved me, but she had somewhere to go/ She couldn't scream while I held her close/ I swore I'd never let her go

-> Jenny Was a Friend of Mine by The Killers

A bittersweet combination of confusion, love, and sadness keeps your telepath awake at night, the anxiety inducing possibility of hearing her mother's voice in her dreams has her tossing and turning next to you in the bed before she settles for staring at the ceiling with her hands folded over her stomach.

She's quick to hush and soothe you when you begin to stir, but is easily persuaded to talk about her dreams of the storm. Some nights are worse than others, the echo of Bertrand and her prophecy lingering even after months of his loss. You draw her close, both of you exhausted and malleable and warm.

It hurts, not knowing her mother, not knowing what her magic means or what it has in store for her. But she's safe in your arms when you hold them open for her in your sleep-addled state, and she listens to your thoughts when you open your mind willingly too. Imogen sees your dreams, your vision of being with her in a happier future. She lets herself give in to the lazy current, it whisking her away into slumber.

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Laudna

Twisting and turning/ Your feelings are burning/ You're breaking the girl/ She meant you no harm

She was the girl/ Left alone/ Feeling the need/ To make me her home

-> Breaking the Girl by Red Hot Chili Peppers

She has long since moved on from what happened all those years ago with the Briarwoods - despite the fact that one of the villains is still lurking in her head. The worst has already happened to her, and she's only become stronger because of that.

Since crossing paths with both you and Imogen, she's managed to shed some of the trauma experienced, feeling encouraged to grow into the person she was meant to be before she died. She doesn't feel a burning need to conform to society's standards - she feels at home with people she cares about, and who in turn care for her.

You arrange a sweet-smelling bunch of flowers on the dresser in your bedroom, looking over your shoulder for Laudna's input on its positioning. Once she's satisfied, you step back to stand at her side - the bouquet is slightly crooked, no doubt about that, placed in a rustic little clay vase that the woman next to you recently made. It's perfect, you conclude, taking her hand in yours, heart melting with the beaming smile she gives you.

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Orym

Hold me in your arms/ And let me be the one who can feel/ Like I am a child in love.

And when you forget I'm here/ I'm not/ It isn't really me that you forgot.

-> Manchild by Eels

You both have promised to stand together for the rest of your days, having found a soulmate in each other. However, there is a quiet sadness in Orym's expression when his mind wanders, and you can't help but think of Will.

He's moved on and has built a life with you, but the dull heartache that he feels makes itself known from time to time. Maybe he won't ever stop mourning for his lost husband, yet when you touch his shoulder and meet his eyes, it gets so much easier.

There's a moment of serenity when he's tucked in next to you in bed, moonlight filtering through the curtains. He leans up, gazes out the window, and silently thanks Catha, Ruidus, and Will himself for bringing you into his life. A gentle smile finds itself on his face, and his lips find your brow before curling under the covers. You murmur in your sleep but relax, and Orym only huddles closer, closing his eyes in contentedness while in his love's presence.

#self reblog

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I’ve been reading your writing for a bit now and I absolutely adore it!! Could I request a Bells Hell x reader head-cannons(?) were the group is running away from Wilders or something in a busy street, and reader gets pulled into a alleyway to hide and don’t notice straight away how close they are to who ever pulled them in until they’re aware their chasers have given up???

Hehehehehheeheheheh.

I like this trope too.

~ Poet

Tight Squeeze (hiding in an alley together)

Ashton 💙

Casually suggests that you make out to throw whoever is chasing you off the scent. You gape at him, speechless he could even think of such things at a time like this. With a waggle of their eyebrows, Ashton snorts in amusement and you have to physically place your hand over their mouth to muffle his laughter.

There's a warning glint in your eyes as you stare them down, daring them to continue drawing attention to the hiding spot. It's... Kinda hot, if he's honest, and his laughter dies down into quiet chuckles before going completely silent. It's only then do you register the light press of his lips against your palm. After what can only be described as a staring contest, Ashton reaches up, holds your wrist, and gently pries it away from his mouth.

You allow the barbarian to take your elbow and drag you back into the open air to blend in wth crowds and shuffle back to the Bell's Hells meeting point. You can still feel the tingle at the centre of your palm when they look over their shoulder at you with their signature grin.

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Chetney 💙

You almost start to think he's having an asthma attack with how laboured his breathing is after running away from the Wilders. He's panting, hands on his knees, complaining loudly how he hasn't had to run that fast in years. You have to hunker down to pinch his nose so he can pause and catch his breath.

He scrambles to push your hands away from him, grumbling and readjusting the knitted hat upon his head to keep himself occupied while you play lookout. He tries his best to hide the crimson spreading across his face.

There's a shout and the beginning of a commotion the moment you dare poke your head out, and in a moment's notice you've scooped up the gnome into your arms like a child and run. Your lungs are burning the same way Chetney's had earlier when you collapse in a new safe spot, him patting your head begrudgingly comfortingly while waiting for the others to find you.

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Dorian 💙

The tip of his nose pokes your own and you feel as though you're drowning in those big blue eyes staring back at you. His voice is soft, his breath unusually cool - it's probably an air genasi thing, you suppose - when he asks is it alright to stand closer to you.

He sucks in a breath when your persuers race past the mouth of the alleyway, and takes an involuntary step forward, caging you into the wall and turning his back to the street. He's gentle, a reassuring weight of fabric and lightweight weaponry. He keeps you close, eyes darting between the street and your face.

Long after you hear retreating footsteps, you both haven't moved an inch. Dorian, being the gentleman he is, clears his throat and steps back, holding out his arm to the street and muttering a quiet "After you." He brushes invisible dirt off his sleeves and straightens his cloak before joining you, trying to look as presentable as he can. Death glares are made towards Chetney when you've all regrouped, not finding his wolf whistle towards Dorian's mussed hair entertaining at all.

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Fearne 💙

It's a very narrow alley, and it's a very tight squeeze, barely enough room to avoid chest to chest. But desperate times call for desperate measures and Fearne is not complaining. Your senses are flooded by the variety of fabrics and materials the faun wears and carries with her, as well as simply being surrounded by her. What you've sacrificed in moving space you've gained in warmth and softness instead.

She effectively acts as a shield to the opening of the alley, blocking out most of, if not all, the busy street from your view. You finally register the silken cloth clutched in your hands for dear life, her dress skirt the thing that's been grounding you while anticipating your enemies to arrive any moment. You feel her fingers lift your chin, and you're all but forced to meet her gaze.

It lacks that usual mischief you've come to associate with her. Instead, she blinks slowly, lashes thick and long, analysing your expression before whispering that you're okay and she won't let anyone touch you. And you believe her, breaths mingling and her ribbons tickling your forehead. Has a reassuring hand on your shoulder when the time is right to leave.

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Imogen 💙

She's professional about it for the most part. Even though the space between you is nearly non-existent, she puts on a mask of calm and sets her hands on your shoulders. Using you as an anchor, she pokes her head out of the alleyway, looking for the enemy when all has gone quiet.

Meanwhile, you're just simmering in the warm pleasant feeling of her hands on you. To put it simply, she feels electric this close to your body. That energy spikes the moment voices are heard not too far away and she slinks further back into the backstreet with you. When the coast is clear, she glances at you, lips slightly parted and warmth dusting her cheeks.

She smooths back her hair when the moment ends and gestures for you to follow her, leading you away from the dirty, neglected alley and leaving you wanting. She's on edge after that - you know she's just as flustered as you are.

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Laudna 💙

She grips onto your torso like a vice, putting all her weight on you (and even then it's like holding up nothing). Thin as a rake with bones that crack and dislocate, the alley seems that much more spacious and less suffocating because of who you're hiding with.

Her nose nudges your cheek, her eyes blown wide and almost cross eyed from the proximity that makes you fondly smile without restraint. Laudna smiles back, but frets when she notices the grime on your face and shoulders from your narrow escape. She swipes at a dirt streak across the bridge of your nose, adding a boop for good measure which makes your anxiety settle as much as it can in a time like this.

You don't remember her arms curling around your waist. She's been like that ever since you were found by the others, and she doesn't seem intent on letting go any time soon.

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Orym 💙

He's hiding behind your leg, using it as leverage as he leans out of the alley to see if you're still being followed. Unfortunately, the street is pretty crowded and he can't make out any distinguished bad guys from his height. The halfling looks up at you hesitantly, but within a heartbeat he's up in your arms.

He acts as a personal commentator in your ear, and due to the close proximity he can point out the hired guards searching in the crowded market ahead. Even now, leaning into your shoulder and legs dangling in the air, he stays level headed and a voice of reason, calming your nerves and telling you when the moment is right to leave.

He pats your cheek kindly when he's ready to reacquaint himself with the ground and offers to hold your hand to sneak by the people who've followed you. At a glimpse, he'll look like a toddler dragging you further into the city, but it feels so much more than that when he eagerly clutches two of your fingers in his fist.

#self reblog

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Nicknames for You

-> Bell's Hells x GN!Reader

Notes: This wasn't requested. I'm between assignments and requested stuff. I was sad and had the sudden motivation to write ✨ something✨

I loved writing this. I'll be referring to it and other pieces related to it in the future. Enjoy x

Crown Keepers version 💚 Mighty Nein version 💜

My faves marry me challenge 💍

~ Poet

Ashton 💙

"Babe"

I've said this before and I'll say it again: Short. Sweet. To the point. Casual. Gender neutral. Yes plz. (x)

Calls you this more than your actual name, and they are more than happy to have you call them it too. Ashton literally has to bite back a huge grin when you refer to him as it before he practically crashes into skids over to you.

Slings a strong arm over your shoulders and tugs you into their side, playfully headbutting your temple, and you just know he's smiling next to you. Coos the nickname, whines it, says it when he's mad and when he laughs. No thoughts, head empty, only babe.

"Angel"

It's sappy, true, but sometimes they wonder if you were made special for him by some sort of patron god looking out for him. You came into their life when they needed someone like you most.

"Good looking"

It sounds ever so slightly classier than calling you "sexy" or "hot" on a daily basis in public.

Regularly calls you this in the morning, waking up next to you, followed by a lazy smooch to your cheek. Their voice is gravelly and full of sleep, eyes half lidded and vision bleary - but he still knows you're a sight to behold.

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Chetney 💙

"Pumpkin"

Heard a couple call each other this before he even met you, and he kept it stashed away in his noggin for ages until he accidentally blurted it out when referring to you. Wouldn't mind the nickname being reciprocated.

"Buttercup"

Early on in your relationship, he snatched acquired a small bunch of the yellow flowers from someone's garden and gave them to you with a shyness you wouldn't normally associate with Chetney.

And their golden colour reflected on your chin in the late afternoon light as you lifted them to your face and everything just slotted so naturally into place from there.

It's soft, it's delicate, it's something that reminds him of the memory when he realised how whipped for you he actually was.

"Hot stuff"

C'mon. I mean, c'mon. This screams old man Chetney wrapping an arm around your leg or holding your hand, showing you off at a fancy event you guys are infiltrating and chatting with some snooty nobles.

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Dorian 💙

"Dearest"

Kisses your knuckles like the gent he is, but the knowing wink he gives you and cheeky smirk you feel against your skin lets you know how much fun life his been since you entered his world.

"Love"

This is where Brontë and Dorian overlap and merge together. He fondly remembers his parents calling each other, his brother, and himself this when he was younger, and it's just so... Sweet.

Like he is literally calling you his love. The literal embodiment of his affections. The noun itself. The idea. Never had he felt such a feeling before he fell for you, only ever in music. Now he has two muses. How lucky is he?

He didn't plan to find love during his travels, let alone the found family he has in Fearne, Orym, and the others. When you and him decide to part from the cuddle pile and settle into a separate nightime routine in a separate room, he realises he could get used to having more space in bed if you still slept by his side.

"Sunshine"

You make his face hurt from how much he smiles when you're around. His shoulders relax and words come easier to him. You feel his thumb sweep leisurely across the back of your hand.

He is the moon, and you are the sun. He shines only with the light you give him (x)

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Fearne 💙

"Baby"

She just wants to spoil and look after you omg. She's so tall and full of feelings and she holds your face in her hands and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. Scrunch it up, and she'll press one between your brows to smooth out the lines.

"Snookums"

Fearne uses it when she's feeling particularly playful or in a good mood.

It gets a bit confusing cuz she calls Little Mister this sometimes.

And there's always a 50/50 chance that she is referring to either of you, but when she does call you it she says it with a giggle that makes your heart soar.

"Lover"

It's far more intimate sounding than simply calling you her partner/boyfriend/girlfriend.

She grasps your hands in her own, her gown's sleeve slipping ever so slightly from one shoulder. She laughs, warmth flooding her cheeks as you kiss the corner of her mouth.

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Imogen 💙

"Darlin'"

It's the twang of her voice in your head that interrupts your studies, and you lift your head from the desk to see her stand in the doorway, saying it's too late to stay hunched your books. Time to rest.

If you dare mimic her accent you're getting a playful swat on your arm. Do it again, I dare you.

"Hon"

You're naturally sweet as honey. She leans against you, arm linking with yours as she hides her face in your neck, your presence keeping the swarms of voices invading her thoughts at bay.

"Cutie"

It's said teasingly, while she twists a lock of hair around her finger. She hears the flustered thoughts in your mind, the embarrassment and swell of emotion as you realise she knows.

You wave her away, telling her it's not funny to joke about stuff like that. You know by her smile she's not.

She blushes when you call her cute back, sucking in a breath as she avoids eye contact before you lift her chin with a finger and instead tell her she's beautiful. Imogen melts at your touch.

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Laudna 💙

"Lovely"

You simply are. Laudna praises your skill and personality on a regular basis, and you rarely doubt your capabilities because you know she would persuade you otherwise.

"Precious"

You are one of the best things to happen to her since her 'unlife' began. Something to be cherished and looked after, and she can't bear the thought of losing you. She won't.

She holds your hand, and hers is cold in yours but you don't mind because she looks at you with so much hope and fondness, and you swear you can feel her distant heartbeat a little more frequently with your touch.

"Boo"

It's so cute. Like. Tooth rotting cute.

But it's also associated with ghosts and scaring people.

It's the most perfect name for a fun scary couple in love. She will poke your nose and scuttle away before you can return the favour.

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Orym 💙

"Gorgeous"

It has been noted in Exandria Unlimited and in Campaign 3 that it's common knowledge Orym travels in very attractive company. You are no exception.

You are beautiful, inside and out, and if he manages to conjure up a bashful smile on your face by simply telling you so, he gets so much pleasure from that.

"Sweetheart"

Whispered into the dark as you hold each other in the scarce room you'd rented for the night, but his heart has never felt so full.

"Honey"

There's something so domestic about this nickname which Orym loves.

Part of his plans for the future include you, him, a beautiful home with an abundance of land surrounding it. He'll be making dinner when you come home from the market, and he'll greet you with "Honey, you're home!" and leaning up to capture your lips.

I don't care if you've lived together for years and this is a regular occurence; he's always gonna be heart eyes for you.

#self reblog

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Hey, if it’s not too much trouble I’d like to request some headcanons on how the campaign 3 party would react to the reader giving them a passionate relieved kiss after a tough fight

This has to be one of my favourite tropes.

~ Poet

Mighty Nein version ✨ Crown Keepers version

After-Battle Surprise Smooch

Ashton 💙

They are bewildered at first. Not because they aren't attracted to you covered in blood and grime - if anything, that made it more hot - it's just because he didn't think you were the type for theatrical displays of affection. Well, Ashton is more than happy to reciprocate the kiss once they became aware it's y'know... happening. They drop their weapon in favour of holding your hips and pulling them closer to their own.

And when you try to move away, they just tug you back in for another kiss, this time making an effort to deepen it.

It's searing, bracing. Adrenaline is coursing through your veins, your heartbeat is thundering in your chest, but he's grounding you. Energy flows between you both, and you have no idea how grounding you are for him too.

He adds a bit of flair, dipping you and holding you closer to them, and you can feel him smile against your lips.

Does not give a shit if the party (or any remaining enemies) make a comment about the display. Ashton says they're just jealous they don't get to be kissed by you. He will definitely return the favour and smooch you when you least expect it next time.

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Chetney 💙

The excitement of battle literally has him on edge, and he nearly flinches when you approach him after the last foe has been dealt with. He growls when you fist the front of the shirt he managed to find and put on after he transformed back into his gnome form, and gently lift him upwards.

He's twisting and flailing about in your grasp, snarking about the fact that he's too far away from the ground, before you shut him up with a kiss. And he immediately softens, his hands finding purchase on your shoulders as you support him at this change of height.

Chetney can't remember the last time someone held him so... gently. It's nice. The middle of what used to be a battlefield isn't really the romantic setting he had in mind, but who is he to complain?

He's so malleable in your arms, but the moment that one of the party members clears their throat from behind you, he comes back to reality. He's bleary eyed, vulnerable, and he swallows thickly before patting your cheek lovingly and scrambling back down to ground level. He adjusts his shirt and cap, trying to pretend he's in a presentable state once again.

He's red at the tips of his ears, a little embarrassed, but when he reaches up to hold your hand you know he's quite pleased.

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Dorian 💙

Despite the initial fumbling of hands and the blush spreading across his face, blue boi is so darn smooth that he very quickly adapts - he was a theatre kid after all. Dorian knows how to improvise in an unexpected situation.

One hand trails up your neck, cupping just under your jaw as he tilts his head to the side, trying to close the distance between you even further. He pours all the love and devotion and yearning he has for you into the kiss, and it's hard not to feel emotionally charged by the man before you.

Should you tangle a hand in his hair, you feel him shiver under your touch. That, combined with leftover adrenaline from battle has him almost melt into you.

Honestly, Dorian is such a hopeless romantic. You've made his heart ache for what seems like forever, and he feels like he's in some sort of epic fairytale when you lean back and ask him if he's okay. All he can do is hum and nod enthusiastically before going in for another kiss, catching you off guard and gripping onto him for balance.

This isn't an experience he planned to have on his adventures, but it's definitely one of his favourite and most memorable ones.

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Fearne 💙

She doesn't care if there's blood on your face or muck on her hands - she cups your face and smooches you with an even more enthusiastic fervor. And should you try to lean back and gasp for air, she just captures your lips to leave you even more breathless with numerous quick pecks.

Definitely the type to giggle into your mouth, making it hard to kiss her because she's grinning from ear to ear. You can't help but smile too.

Fearne gets really enthusiastic about the situation, and leans you backwards to dip you, which ends up with your arms looped around her neck while she supports your back. She might pretend to drop you, but don't worry - we all know that tall faun lady gotchu.

This is a memory that she will treat with so much love for many years to come. She pouts when you pull away, but reaches to her hair to pluck a flower and tuck it behind your ear, presses a final quick kiss to your cheek.

Little Mister peeks out from under the hair pooling at her shoulders, and he makes a little kissy face at you with grabby hands. Fearne fondly holds him, saying there's more than enough love and attention to go around.

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Imogen 💙

This girl did NOT expect a passionate kiss after a really draining battle. Imogen.exe has stopped working.

She's trying to catch her breath, and you are too, gasping for air as you both try to comprehend the intense fight that just occured. She has her head in her hands, a headache on its way. So you gently take her wrists in your hands, place them on your waist, and lean in close.

Literally squeals into your mouth when you capture her lips, her hands hovering over your hips. Unsure and caught off guard, her eyes are blown wide.

After the shock wears off though, her eyelids slide closed and she finally lets herself enjoy the small relief your presence and lips give her.

She can hear the initial thoughts of the party surrounding you guys, but they all fade away the longer you embrace. She is enveloped in the security of you, and she feels safe enough to drown in that feeling. When you pull away, Imogen simply hums and rests her forehead against yours, uttering a quiet "thank you."

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Laudna 💙

You rest a hand on her shoulder, gently turning her around to face you before leaning in and kiss her. She laughs, absolutely thrilled. She's swept up into the drama of it all as you sweep her into your arms, and she just laughs.

Bends one of her knees and lifts it, leaning into you as if she's a princess from a storybook. She daintily holds onto your shoulders, and while you know better, you can't help but hold her as careful as you can, almost afraid that she'll snap in your grasp.

Laudna then kisses your nose, your chin, your cheek, and the side of your neck, just so happy you both came out of the tough battle relatively unscathed. It dawns on her when the adrenaline leaves her body that you have a scratch on your forehead.

She tuts under her breath, one gnarled hand coming up to brush over the cut tenderly, and she leans forward to press her cool lips to the skin, leaving a slightly tingling sensation behind.

Taking your hands in hers, Laudna swings them slightly in the space between you both. There's an almost bashful expression on her face as she eyes you shyly from behind the curtain of hair shielding her face. She chuckles and suggests you kiss her again, delighted when you oblige.

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Orym 💙

He may be the most perceptive of the group, but he did not foresee you skidding onto your knees to him after the fight. You're at the same height now, and you almost crash into him with the force and surprise of your embrace. He's stunned.

But he relaxes, so used to leaning up on his tippy toes to kiss you, finding that this new angle is a welcome one. His nose is pressed to your cheek and his hands find your arms as yours gently cup his face.

He pulls back, breath heavy and mingling with yours, and his brows pinch when he asks you if you got hurt during the skirmish. Orym's eyes search your own, hands coming up to brush hair away from your face, one settling on the back of your neck while he just... takes in the vision that is you.

You pull him in and hold him tighter. He curls his arms around your back, his chin perched on your shoulder, his temple pressed to your own as you both calm and slow down. He's vibrating in your embrace, his eyes squeezed together as he shuts out your surroundings and focusses on you.

He can't help but take a deep breath, lean back, and kiss you again.

#self reblog

[railroad-migraine]

Hello! I just recently started binge-watching Critical role campaign 2.

While scouring for CR fanfics I came across your blog and I’m very happy I did! You got some very cute and well written stuff, I really hope you keep it up!

- 🐻anon

Hello lovely 👋

You have no idea how much your little message means to me. I haven't been very active in recent months with posting (irl stuff has been crazy) so I am slightly anxious to write and post new things. But then I remember sweethearts like you exist on this site. So thank you. I hope to show new things very soon x

~ Poet

#*emerges from the void to answer a cute inbox* #inbox #anon #anons #🐻 anon

[railroad-migraine]

Me, on my phone and waiting for my lecture to start:

#self reblog #frfr

[railroad-migraine]

You still write for dragon age right?

Could you write Fenris with an S/O who gest frustrated easily over small things?

(Thx in advance)

I do! 💛

Fenris, for the most part I think, takes a lot to get frustrated. If he’s in a bad mood sure, everything is annoying, but on a normal day he’s pretty good about just letting things roll off of him (after an annoyed eye roll)

That said, with an S/O that’s a bit more easily frustrated over the little things, he’s usually a good counterweight.

If it’s work frustrating you, Fenris would lend a hand…or drag you away for a breather.

If it’s someone frustrating you, Fenris will either activate his Scary mode and run them off or insert himself in the conversation and be purposefully obtuse

Regardless of any situation, Fenris will hear you out on any of your frustrations and attempt to offer the type of solace you need

He is not, however, above teasing you if you’re getting frustrated over something small/silly. A mischievous smile that he quickly tries to hide behind an innocent face when you glare at him

#was literally thinking of him™ the other day #ellie is peeking into my brain and providing 🙏 #multiverse-menagerie #fic rec

[railroad-migraine]

reblog and put who your top spotify wrapped artist was last year and if it changed this year

#ghost!! #last year was steam powered giraffe #both times I'm in the top 0.05% 😊

[railroad-migraine]

spotify wrapped is out and everybody is always posting their top 5 songs….. let’s see some love for number 6 that didn’t make the cut. rb and add your number 6

#scary world #steam powered giraffe #🥰🥰🥰