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paris-geller-was-straightwashed · 2 months

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M*A*S*H 4077 & DND

guess who started their m*a*s*h rewatch around the same time they've gotten into d&d and now cannot stop thinking about the utter chaos and hyjinks of The Gang trying to play a campaign. it starts with none of them really super into fantasy roleplay, but they're all So Fucking Bored they might as well play to have something to do.

it started off imaging just what role they'd each play, but now I couldn't stop myself from imaging each person's race, class, AND, just for fun, the dice they'd use!

hawkeye: isn't that bothered about races, probably either an elf or just a human. class is paladin, relating the paladin's 'call for good' something like the oath doctors take to always help and heal patients, no matter what (and, let's be honest, probably feeds into his egotistical nature at being a naturally skilled surgeon, as if he was 'called'). cannot be Asked to care about ability scores (only to deeply regret it when he's nearly off'd the first battle) except for pouring most of his points into charisma. mostly likely of the party to Fuck his way out of a confrontation (no matter the other's gender #bihawkrights). spends most of the campaign messing around and forgetting what his spells are, but when the party hits a serious battle, is the first to throw himself in and use any spells to help his friends before himself. originally wasn't that interested in the game, but overtime becomes one of the ones who gets really into it, screaming across the board at ppl's bad roles and cheering & trying to pick ppl up in glee when they win. dice of choice:

(just the most wack-ass coloured dice I could find, metaphor for the inside of his brain (also this way he can tell if anyone tries to conceal any as theirs)).

radar: while interested in the fantasy stuff (being a comic reader), was a little intimidated with all the math & rules involved until hawkeye and bj convince him. part of me thinks he could be a halfling or dwarf, but then I think he might enjoy being a humanoid creature like a minotaur (farm boy) or a satyr bc of his love of animals. class is bard, where he carries/plays the drum. enjoys and gets really into the story, but is always flummoxed when it comes to the battles, asking what everyone else thinks his character should do (only for everyone to yell back several different answers). always needs a couple of seconds of mental math to add his modifier to dice rolls (me too radar) but when the party comes across a riddle or puzzle, is usually the first to figure it out. keeps trying to pick up small creatures to put them in his sack. is not allowed to talk while people make their roles bc of too many times where he's predicted the number before they can read the dice (the moment of hawkeye's saving role during a Big Bad battle was kind of ruined when radar elatedly jumped up at the nat20 before the dice even left hawk's hand). dice of choice:

(cute little puppers!)

margaret: at first is staunchly against it, calling it childs' play, but eventually is worn down by hawk & bj and is also so bored, she gives in. thought she might be an elf, but in the end chooses genasi, picking fire power. chooses the fighter class, leaving hawkeye to make a remark that gets a dice thrown at his head. doesn't really get super into the meta of the game or the story (often tells the dm to get on with it and cut to the action) but does love to play, where it overtime becomes a good outlet for anger ('the demon tries to approach you, margaret what do you-' 'I SLICE OFF HIS KNEECAPS WITH MY BATTLEAXE!'). is a good player until the roles don't go her way ('you only rolled a 10, so your attack doesn't hit-' 'SCREW YOU! KLINGER GIVE ME YOUR 18 ROLE!'). is pretending like she isn't having fun but everyone can see through her. dice of choice:

(these seemed the most like margaret, elegant but not too girly).

henry: is also peer-pressured into joining. picks barbarian class so he doesn't have to think about spells. tries to pick human bc all the other races were 'too complicated' but got told due to his class, he has to pick a more built character like an orc, so an orc he ends up being. but he's bad at it, often either trying to escape a battle or by being a peacemaker, trying to persuade the monster out of battle but with such a low charisma score, it usually ends up with him getting clonked over the head and margaret jumping in before he's killed. keeps trying to give his gold to poor peasants they meet along the way. doesn't understand any of the mechanics. rolls so many nat1's that nobody will switch dice with him anymore, thinking his are cursed. the game is often more stressful for him then not, but he enjoys the time with his friends. dice of choice:

(I dunno, for some reason when I think of henry I think of a dark orange/amber).

potter: prolongs joining, thinking he's too old for it, but is also peer-pressured and eventually caves, thinking it'll be good for morale. chooses dwarf and for his class to be an old wizard. doesn't understand half the rules, spends most of the time muttering under his breath as he goes over the manual, radar (un)helpfully leaning in beside him to explain. but once he gets the hang of it is a good team member; is the only other person besides margaret to take the hints and puzzles seriously and without him (+her) the party would probably be making circles lost in some boundless woods somewhere. cheers his teammates on when they make a high roll or powerful move and only occasionally has outbursts ('well colonial sir, you need a 16 or higher to cast-' 'MULE FRITTERS! I said cast magic missile and that's an order!!!"). dice of choice:

(same thing - when I think of potter, I think a dark blue).

charles: the last of the group to get into it. completely refused and repeated that 'he was far too smart for that kids' stuff' and everyone was wasting their time. but when someone had to dip out of the campaign last minute to deal with a medical thing, charles was brought in as filler with the promise of a day's R&R. at first I thought high elf, but switched to dragonborne, of the noble variety of course. chooses sorcerer (blessed with some innate magic, as his ego prefers). constantly complains about the needless complexity of the rules and why bother having ability scores when it's the modifier that counts???? is always arguing with the dm on his rolls. uses up half of his turns to use mage hand to steal hawkeye's things or cast ray of sickness on him when he's being annoying - but, when it comes down to it, is one of the more strategic players and has gotten them out of many sticky situations. like margaret, is pretending he isn't having fun, but isn't immune to jumping up with the others over a saving nat20 role, at one time even excitedly picking up a confused radar. in the end, swallows his pride to shyly ask if he can join the party finally ('you know, it'll, uh..it will give me something to do during those boring intervals, and clearly this group needs all the brains it can get..' '..charles, you wanna come play with us?' 'well, if I must..'). dice of choice:

(the snootiest of dice, a pure gold colour).

mulcahy: also initially intimidated by the mechanics, but is happy to play a game with his friends. a possible half-elf or maybe a wise owlin. cleric, obviously. gets invested in the storyline, often applauding the dm's story or asking 'what happens next???" only to be told to wait till the next meet. one of the few who has actual healing spells and probably the only reason everyone didn't die in their first battle. a nerd who enjoys solving the puzzles. actually gets into the lore and one time had a deep, 2 hr conversation with radar & hawkeye about the disenfranchisement of some of the races and the hierarchy of the class/rule structure within the fantasy realm, and how it relates to theirs. the next day, radar came to his tent to show him a little sketch he did of his character in cleric robes, shrugging it off, but mulcahy loved it so much he pinned it up on his tent walls. dice of choice:

(inspired by one of my favourite mulcahy lines, when he's talking about missing holding services in real churches - 'I am rather fond of stained glass', which I always think of whenever I see stained windows. tried to pick the ones that emulated the colours best (also would've liked maybe a light, forest green colour; it just feels mulcahy-esque to me).

klinger: one of the first to join bc what else what he gunna do but sit in his tent, sewing up pantyhose? rogue class, of course, relating to the 'urchin' background. changeling race, so that way with his class he can hide at any moment, and also, as he says, 'can perfectly match his outfit no matter what he looks like!' tries to follow the storyline but doesn't have the attention span for it, half the time guessing the wrong answer to any clue or puzzle (will come and poke the dm awake in the middle of the night with his patrol gun, claiming to have figured it out). second after hawkeye to try and Fuck his way out of a situation. cannot do math to save his life, making margaret often rip his dice away from him to add it herself. will gang up with hawkeye to use his pickpocket skill on charles. resourceful enough to have tricked the villains multiple times and gotten away with it but will also roll to try and kick the villain in the nuts to see what happens. dice of choice:

(these just screamed klinger to me; I like the dark, 'masculine' colour contrasted with with the colourful flowers).

bj: thought I missed him? well, I saved the best for last bc bj...is the dm! ha ha! no one really in particular stood out, but after thinking on it, he seems like the best fit. first, I was thinking of the episode 'the kids' where he gets really into the story he's telling, full of voices and sound affects and all. and secondly, our kindly mustacheo'd doctor loves Mind Games and pranks - what better way then stringing his friends along into one big, zigzag puzzle? bj loves nothing more then having his friends on the edge of their seats, only to pull out a bad guy the group thought they got rid of months ago, glee in his eyes watching them combust into screaming and table flipping. getting a thrill during off hours, hearing hawkeye & charles hastily whisper across bunks to each other on the campaign thinking he can't hear them, or getting shaken awake by margaret in the middle of the night, demanding answers. he spends hours planning out the campaigns in the tent (and finding new places to hide his papers from hawkeye), sometimes writing peg about it and occasionally - if the timing of the mail is right - using her suggestions she writes back. but mostly, bj just loves watching his friends have a good time - cheering each other on and hollering with each battle won, feeling proud of them for everything accomplished (when he doesn't have to babysit hawkeye & charles from casting spells on each other, trying to answer radar's 49th question on how rolls work, or keep margaret from solo fighting the demon fifteen levels above her). dice of choice:

(idk, these just feel 'bj hunnicutt' to me).

other camp members: - frank: was only let in Once after margaret begged hawk & bj, saying it was only fair. initially picked human bc 'they're clearly the purest and most civilized race!!' (causing eyerolls), quit thirty minutes in after being told he couldn't be a fighter 'cause they already had margaret and that he couldn't just 'set all his abilities to 20', calling them all nerds and angrily throwing a d20, only for it to bounce back on the tent beam and hit him in the eye. - some of the nurses have occasionally filled in, but otherwise don't play outside of margaret (most of their time was filled up with hawkeye using his character to flirt with theirs). one time nurse kellye filled in; she played a cute little halfling druid, and her and radar teamed up to help rescue all the forest animals, much to the groups chagrin. - zale & igor: permanently banned. both tried to eat the dice on a dare.

campaigns are held twice a month in the swamp, with drinks and stale pretzels to go around. use to sometimes go all night but after one too many nights of clambering arguments over each other's rolls, the whole camp banded together to force a curfew. while the game only exists within the swamp's quarters, they'll once and a while jokingly call each other by their character's names (and if you're margaret, one time accidentally using it to call hawkeye to surgery, which he now never lets you live down). during the last campaign of the story, radar pulls out another drawing he did - this time of everyone's characters, standing valiantly over the dragon they slayed. it now has a place of honour hung in the swamp.

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awaytobeunshaken · 5 months

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The More They Stay the Same

Orym is still sitting in the garden long after the rest of them have scattered. He still wishes Fearne had said something to him. He’s not sure if she really wanted it, or she just felt like she had no choice, but either way, it was over now. And she seemed satisfied, seemed to be bonding now, with Ashton, in their shared elemental powers. Good for them.

It did almost make him wish he’d taken up more of the druidic practices of the Ashari. He’d never really had much interest in it, or aptitude to be honest, and deep down he doesn’t really think he’d be as comfortable with that life, but he’s feeling more alone than he has since he started traveling with the old crew, and that's never bred anything in him but regret.

His ears perk up at the sound of footsteps crunching across burnt leaves, and he swivels his head around to see Ashton crossing the platform. Not the Ashton that walked away an hour or so ago; they’ve still got the lava rock arm, but apart from that it’s the same genasi form that Orym first met.

“Hey.” And he could swear his voice sounds smaller than it used to. “You’re back.”

Ashton seems to grasp his meaning, taking a long look at his arm before answering, “Yeah.” He sits beside Orym, bicep not quite touching his shoulder but close enough for him to rest against, if he wanted. He doesn’t, though, keeping his gaze off into the wilderness. “You know this doesn’t change anything between us, right? Between any of us.”

Orym shrugs. “What’s there to change?”

“Just, like, stuff like this, being able to check in with each other… Look, I’m not gonna go off and hook up with Fearne just because everyone seems to think we should.” Orym draws his knees in, hunching over them. “Hey, I mean it. We just both figured out some cool shit we can do, that’s all. I’m not stealing your best friend away from you.”

“I never even realized she was having reservations about it before. She never said anything about it to me. Maybe I’m not as good a friend as I thought.”

“I don’t think that’s true.”

“I would’ve taken the shard myself, if I’d known. I was ready to take it today, if she hadn’t changed her mind.”

“Maybe that’s why she didn’t want to tell you. You, ah, don’t always show the highest concern for your own skin. And yes, I realize what a massive hypocrite I am to tell you that. Still, I’m not gonna lie, that would’ve been pretty cool.” He reaches over to tousle Orym’s hair, in an attempt to approximate Fearne’s fiery mane as best he could with the short strands. “We could’ve been, like, brothers. Or maybe not… fuck, I dunno. This is crazy.” They shake their head like they’re trying to knock something loose. “But I guess a lot of crazy shit has happened today.”

They turn towards Orym, and place their right hand on his cheek, and the stone is rough and dry and yet somehow it feels so alive as it guides his face toward Ashton’s. And Ashton’s lips are cool, and not rough at all, and they settle against Orym’s like they belong there, just for a moment before pulling away.

They’d come to the Feywild in an attempt to slow down time for a moment, but now it seems to have stopped entirely, Orym’s entire world resting between one heartbeat and the next. But as reality reasserts itself around him, he recalls what Fearne told him about what happened on the ziggurat. “So. You’re just giving those out to everyone, now?”

“Not this time.” Ashton’s eyes lose focus, his gaze drifting toward the background. “But, like I said, today’s been weird, so if you wanna just forget…”

They don’t get a chance to finish as Orym stands and leans in for another kiss.

ao3

#critical role #cr3 #ashton greymoore #orym of the air ashari #ashrym #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #c3 e80 #cr fic #my fic

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inconmess · 8 days

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So... definitely spoilers under this cut cuz holy shit the episode went all ways fucked today! But...

First things first, loved the ruthlessness of the Spider Queen and the gods kinda opening a channel of communication as to why they are insisting so much about champions and the urgency (especially the Matron and SQ)

That was a whole lot of physical, mental and emotional damage thrown all the fuck around so I go character by character

Morrighan, known the Crown Keepers for the shortest time and yet, the way she goes to preserve Opal's memories and her hesitation to leave but still knowing that she needs to go and giving Opal a promise to save her memories

Fy'ra accepting the Wildmother's call, jumping in on the Spider meeting because she cannot lose another sister, no matter what and just also watches as Dorian, Dariax and Morrighan leave, probably not knowing what motivated them to.

Cyrus was just in the sidelines. He didn't have to die 😭😭😭😭

Opal. Poor Opal. She didn't really know what was really at stake and now she has a corrupted memory or two, lost her Original name, her childhood and TED! And important info about her mother too, all due to the lack of communication between the SQ and her regarding the stakes.

And my god, Dorian and Dariax! I don't even know who to start with because they both took damage in a different yet equal level here?

I mean, I guess I will start with Dorian cuz... well, he lost his fucking brother and the way he couldn't even approach him one last time due to Opal's suggestion to find Orym? Not even allowed to process what happened, grieve and one of the last fucking things he did was not to talk to Cyrus but hit him in an attempt to save him and hear his screams and howls of pain? Wondering how much you ever knew your brother and now the responsibility that was upon his shoulders fall onto you? The Spider Queen taunting at your helplessness and just the cold ass way of just turning her own against her in some sort of a revenge? (a badass move by the way, "Kill your Mother") Going on a revenge spree. being lost and without purpose only to reunite with Bells Hells, another group of fucked up people after you leave Dariax. WHO SPECIFICALLY WAS FOLLOWING YOU??? BECAUSE HE WAS ALSO LOST ON HIS OWN??

And Dariax man. He was just asked by Opal to find Orym and so he goes, not understanding why they weren't going with him, not really understanding what happened to Cyrus initially and later on it just... hits him when the compulsion wears off and the betrayal he doesn't focus on because he follows Dorian and is worried about Dorian only for Dorian to leave him with his fucking lute in a, technically, unknown area? Now that's like two betrayals to process unless Dorian makes a fucking attempt to meet back up with Dariax again real soon cuz I swear to god you are just putting the sweetest person who just wants to support everyone down the deep end real quick cuz his sole purpose was to support Opal and she doesn't want him and now he follows Dorian and he also leaves him and I DON'T WANT THIS MUCH EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE ON DARIAX! I LOVED THE HIMBO THAT HE IS! OBSERVER LEAD HIM BACK TO DORIAN AND MAKE HIM WHACK HIM OVER HIS HEAD WITH THE LUTE! KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO THE GENASI FOR ME! I want Dariax to meet Orym and the Hells and the meeting should be in the most unbelievable way and- (starts an idea for a fic)

(I mean, narratively I get it, Matt can't DM and play a PC character but really, leaving him cold shouldered like that? Come on man! I understand the motivation characterwise too but really??)

And don't get me started with the reunion. I am glad Dorian asked Keyleth for some support, man I really do. But the way the reunion was going on, I think they are really skipping over some of the serious stuff in an attempt to catch up (which, realistically is going to be a mess because it is a lot to catch up tbh) but the way some of the stuff which could've been talked a little bit more about but bottled up is like... a lot. And I want those conversations so bad. I want Dorian to sit down and tell Orym and Fearne about what exactly went down. I want the Hells to properly talk about Thull. I want them to lay everything out in the open. The Deals. The risks.

I said it once and I say it again. I want the fucking Bells Hells to play a game of What the Fuck is Up with That under a Zone of Truth and talk about every single fucking thing for a really long time and I need proper conversations. I really do. And I want them to stop avoiding stuff.

And my man Dorian. Get Dariax back. You can't give me a joking "bonus action, Double Ds kiss" and immediately abandon him in Zephrah. You cannot do it to my poor heart. Not after all the elder sibling feels I am going through. I am sorry but you cannot.

I am going to miss the Crown Keepers a lot man. I am going to miss them a lot. They were my intro to CR and it is so fucking emotional to see them disband like this in a heartbreaking manner.

Thank you @quidde for this lovely story you gave us with all the silliness and all the heartbreak 🥺🥺🥺

I think I am going to catch some sleep rn even tho it is the afternoon. After a conversation with my teacher which I totally forgot about shit.

#critical role #critical role spoilers #cr spoilers #messy thots #ik it is a long post but I am so mad at many thing that happened #and emotional #and sleep deprived #that while I will watch the episode again because it gives me my heart's worth of Double D content and especially Dariax #I don't know man #it is also a lot to process #that's all i can say #anyone else with thoughts #please chime in #bells hells #crown keepers

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wasyago · 8 months

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Dear Wasyago,

Strange, I have always thought it was spelled as Wasayago. But recently I've realized, I can't read very well.

I want to send appreciation today, to you.

You've taught me a lot about art. You've taught me a lot how to draw certain things, and you have opened my eyes to new perspective of art, ever since I started following you. Colours are brighter, I experiment more, I can see a specter of visuals that was previously hidden from me. It's like gaining shrimp colors.

Your art feels like an art classroom. There's sun pouring in from the windows, and there's tree leaves in front of them. Every time you come in you see different art projects. Paints add on to the tables, that will never scrub off again. There's dirty cups with paint water, and brushes, in the sink. It's lunch break, and there's people here. Some are just doing their math homework right before class, some are working on their sculpture, some are picking out paints, some are working on their new piece, on a fresh canvas. And it is so alive.

Your art feels so alive. Like the leaves, the people, the stains. It's really nice to see, every single time you post, how lovingly you bring a character into the world (My favorite so far is that one doodle of Modern au Gillion eating noodles, I have it in my favorites gallery).

I would like to see some unfinished, maybe forever to be so, doodles that you weren't especially proud of. We'll love it all.

Respectfully,

Marcus Bloodsmith

oh, thank you so much, this is so sweet qwq

im happy to know that you feel this way about my art, and im glad i could help you with some advice! it feels a bit weird to show unfinished or scrapped art under such a nice message, but yeah why not. and its funny that you mentioned the gillion eating noodles one, because its also one of the pieces that i really didn't like and didn't want to post hdgsh. i dont have that many unfinished drawings left because i delete or redraw most of them, but i have a couple that might be fun to share... and i guess it's gonna be a long post bc i wanna tell a little about each one or at least name them.

there's this art of chip, the first time i properly tried to figure out a way to draw him back when i just started listening. redrew this piece later, kept the sketch on the left, but the right one i changed completely because i didn't like the vibe this one has.

there's this attempt at redesigning caspian after i found out he was a water genasi, plus the first version of that art of caspian, pretzel and gill. this design didn't feel "caspian" enough, it looked too soft and kind where i wanted him to be more layed back and chill and sarcastic and with a bit of an edge. redrew both pieces later. the underwater drawing also has an unfinished background in this version, i added some fishies later so it didn't feel that empty.

some random sketch of gillion to show off how the lightning scars look on his face and neck. i quite like it, but it didn't really fit in the post with three proper drawings and one sketch so i decided to scrap it.

there's this drawing where i tried to figure out how the capital of the undersea looked like. i really didn't know where i was going with it and didn't have a good idea when i started drawing, so its a mess of things with nothing to really focus on. i tried to add a character on it later to breathe some life into it, but it didn't work out since i didn't focus it on the character from the beginning. plus i don't like how the colors turned out, and the entire concept of the environment feels weak and boring to me. i still want to draw more concepts of the undersea and try a couple other ideas, but probably at a later date...

the first version of whatever try it was to design gill's armor. (fun fact, i have more armor designs scheduled for tomorrow). this one i redrew almost immediately, i really didn't like how it turned out and how the legs were cut off and it looked so messy with no real accent point or personality. plus the smaller copy of the drawing in the corner just didn't look good. im not exactly proud of the redrawn version either (that's why i did another one yesterday lol), but im glad i redrew it anyway, it looks a lot better than this one.

the first sketch of that one gillion drawing. i couldn't figure out the colors for it for so long and wanted to drop the idea entirely. but i left it to sit for a couple hours and eventually got the motivation to come back to it and finish it. for most of the illustration pieces i did for jrwi there were multiple versions, where i just didn't like the first one and redrew the whole thing with a different composition and colors. didn't save any of those drawings tho...

this drawing of jay but with green wings and a slightly different color shirt. it was actually the first version of this drawing, and i changed the colors to blue later. wanted to post both of them side by side but then decided against it. that's why this drawing survived and was properly saved and not just deleted.

more recent attempts at designing the chaingel. i like the concept, and the pose in the second sketch is pretty badass, but the execution is just not there. it doesn't feel right, doesn't have the right kind of vibe that this character gives off. so im sure i will try and draw her later when i figure out what's missing and how to show her personality in the way it feels in my head. but these two sketches were never going to see the light of day, so now they're here.

aand this is it, this is everything that wasn't deleted in the past month for one or another reason. i feel like im more chill with deleting and redrawing things, so a lot of initial sketches and concepts never get saved or seen by anyone. im also on mobile so i can attach only ten files lol. not that it matters, the last two were just random figure drawings for warm up, not much to talk about.

#very sorry to the tagging anon but im not tagging this as jrwi. this is just nothing.#yagotalk

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y-rhywbeth2 · 2 months

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While I get why they didn't include it (because 4e fucked with the tieflings and now we have archdevil tieflings and the og hereditary tieflings in the same space, and the former are hogging the limelight) I think it would've been interesting to have Bhaal tieflings as a subrace option. They wouldn't look as flashy as the others - no horns, no technicolour skin or tail, for example (unless their mortal parent was a tiefling who looked like that, I guess) - but they would be highly inclined towards violence and murder. Deity descended planetouched are known for having birthmarks in the shape of their ancestor's holy sumbol, so maybe they'd have the Circle of Tears, or a bone dagger marked somewhere on their skin.

I mean, Durge's origin pretty much covers everything they'd bring to the table, so it's obsolete, but the thought stays in my head:

The first generation Bhaalspawn did reproduce: Abazigal had at least one son; Yaga-Shura was attempting to create half-giant progeny; most of the romance epilogues feature children (this was intentional, the original BG3 was supposed to have Charname's child as the protagonist, apparently). There were hundreds of Bhaalspawn who reached adulthood; many of them would've had the opportunity to marry or have children, knowingly or accidentally.

I've said this before, but again, the offspring of a quasi-deity and a mortal is a tiefling, genasi or aasimar and the divine blood may go dormant and activate generations down the line too. It's also not unknown for the planetouched to become pawns in their ancestor's games, and entire lineages (not simply the first half-outsider child alone) may be created intentionally.

Notably, Abazigal's son Draconis - a grandchild of Bhaal, and not a demigod - was not part of the giant prophecy his father, aunts and uncles were drowning the world in blood over (except as a pawn of his own half-mortal father, anyway). These planetouched mortal children would've been passed over unharmed and unnoticed (too unimportant on the divine stage). I wonder how many of Bhaal's grandchildren and great-grandchildren are running around? How many cousins might Orin have? How many nieces and nephews might have Bhaal's strings tied around them? Is resist Durge going to leave behind their sister/niece drama only to run into another one in the future?

(I am aware that it appears BG3 has ignored/handwaved away the existence/possibility of these guys: I don't care. BG2 left these plot threads and I will be taking then and running off with it.)

#There is no escape from awkward family reunions Durge: I WILL introduce you to your nieces nephews and cousins #Probably while you're killing each other #I'm just saying Larian; you missed out on a much bigger potential drama with dozens of 2nd and 3rd generation bhaalspawn #...also I'm going to be honest 2nd/3rd gen Bhaalspawn would've created less plot holing than Durge as a 1st gen #I love them as they are but it would've been less of a grenade to the face of the pre-established lore #...why do I always misspell Abazigal's name?#Is this babbling or lore stuff?#babbling #/durge #/orin #Tangent: life would be easier if the planetouched had been a template or something not a race #Instead of splitting it into tiefling/fey'ri/tanarruk/etc/etc - which are all basically the same

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thisisnotthenerd · 7 months

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i have a feeling this episode is setting precedents for bells hells.

thoughts on the future:

fearne and ashton getting the shards and activating them? big choices. fire genasi satyr fearne. big power surge for both of them and probably peripherally for the party

ludinus having simulacra the way he does combined with the intense scrying/arcane eye on bells hells? they need nondetection. like now.

laudna having counterspell is going to be critical in magic battles esp if ludinus can keep chasing them. the combination of her usage of pate and the hound have been good creative uses, but she's doing what scanlan did for vm and having that all fall on her is going to be rough going forward if they're in a ton of magic battles and she'd the only caster who can counter.

speaking of laudna, knowing delilah's awake in whitestone might become a huge deal. oh boy here we go.

as they get into prep for going to ruidus i'm guessing we're looking at one ep of lore dump and power ups in whitestone, one or two of traveling to marquet and getting all their shit in order before they go up the bloody bridge, and then we're flying to the moon. they just leveled up to level 11--do i think they could potentially push it to level 12 before they get to the moon? maybe if they keep having battles on this scale and find enough stuff to match the elemental shards. plus new magic items and the ludinus loot (lootinus?).

imogen is likely going to get more power from the moon as whatever they're doing up there intensifies. similar deal with chetney (maybe). fearne and ashton are getting sharded. fcg is connecting more with the changebringer as they get closer to moving in on ruidus. orym's just putting in the work. and i think laudna has some choices to make.

the ziggurat sphere is in whitestone--anti-scrying, connection to delilah and the shadowfell? methinks there's some room for fun here.

in summary? c3e75 was legendary, and we have a lot of places to go from here.

#cr spoilers #critical role #critical role speculation

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sageshyperfixdiary · 6 months

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Ashton x Orym (quickfic)

Just very extremely fluffy everyday Ashrym (they got lost in the woods when they went off together, is the scenario)

"This is a fucking terrible idea." Ashton grumbled looking up and squinting as sunlight filtered through the boughs of the large Redwood like tree. Orym followed his gaze, leaning back a little to get a better scope of the challenge they stood before.

"Well, I'm open to other suggestions if you got any." Ash's only response was disgruntled huffing. "It'll be fine, I'll be able to spot which direction we can head in easily enough from up there."

"It's not the spotting that I'm worried about, it's that you think it would be a good idea for me to launch you up there." He looked down at Orym with a wry smirk, that belied the worry he constantly had over his friends, "it's the kind of self-destructive behavior I expect from me, guess I'm rubbing off on you."

That got a little snort laugh from his companion, the halfling raising a suggestive eyebrow as he looked up at Ashton, "You've already done that in more ways than one. Relax, Ash it's not like you haven't launched me off your hammer before." Still, Ashton glanced up almost nervously at the lowest possible branch he could aim for. "I distinctly remember that ending very poorly the last time, but fuck it, just don't fall or I'll kick your ass." Orym couldn't help the smile as a warm feeling spread through his chest at Ash's very punk brand of caring.

He hopped onto the head of the hammer, squatting down slightly and holding onto the handle loosely, "ready when you are, handsome."

Ashton still really didn't like this idea, his hammer arm has been particularly painful today, after their night rolling around on the rough forest floor. Regardless, he stretched his arm in a few wide circles and gripped his hammer tight with both hands. He easily drew the hammer back even with Orym's slight added weight. With a deep breath and a loud roar they reared back almost spinning the hammer and Orym in a full circle, he released the weapon aiming for a slightly higher branch best he could.

With his usual acrobatic grace, Orym used the leverage of the hammer to push off mid-air. Arm reaching out he caught one of the branches, spinning around it and flipping up onto it safely. He grinned down at the Genasi quite far below now. "Be right back." Orym scurried up the rest of the tree. He took a moment to get his bearings when his little head broke the tree line. Unfortunately even with his high-perception he didn't see the bird flying clumsily towards the back of his head. All he knew was something larger than him cashed into him, causing him to lose his balance. The halfling fell from the high boughs of the tree trying and failing to catch one of the passing branches, and taking a few rough hits on the way down. Knocked about so much his head rattled from a particularly harsh impact and he knew he wouldn't recover in time. This was going to hurt!

Ash's stone heart was in his throat when he heard the sounds of branches breaking too rapid to be his Halfling climbing down safely. It took a moment to see a shadow bounce between the branches as he realized Orym was crashing to the ground fast. For a moment, Ashton cursed his body as usual, he couldn't move. If he caught Orym with his stone arms would that be much better than Orym falling to the slightly softer earth? He didn't know, but they couldn't bear to let Orym just hit the ground right in front of him. They stretched out their arms catching the little halfling and cradling him as he let them both fall back, hoping that would soften the impact.

Orym groaned his head and ears ringing. He sat up on top of the warm familiar stone that was Ashton's body. Golden eyes narrowed Ash ran his hands over Orym's body making sure nothing was broken as they sat up, Orym slid down to rest in the Genasi's solid lap.

"What the fuck happened?"

"A bird hit me in the head."

Ash's response was a puzzled, "what?" even though they heard him perfectly.

"I think I understand Letters a little better now." Orym chuckled the ringing in his head finally receding. The halfling grinned up at Ashton's still scowling worried face, "guess I should've ducked"

Ashton groaned rolling his eyes at the awful, awful pun. But couldn't help softening at Orym's boisterous laugh. He knocked their foreheads together gently chuckling along.

#ashrym #ashton greymoore #orym of the air ashari #critical role #cr fanfic

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kabie-whump · 5 months

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Shiny Things (Whump Writing)

No one asked but I'm doing it anyway.

Summary: Ventis has been missing for a few days now. Onthyes and Shayah find pieces of him being sold in a market. Also includes a torture scene.

For those who haven't seen him before: Ventis is a draconic sorcerer and he has very pretty shiny scales that look just like gemstones. (I posted some art of him recently)

tw: torture (and mutilation but it's like,,, not super extreme)

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"Do these grow back?"

Ventis flinched away as an unseen finger tapped at the scales on his cheek. He made a muffled sound through the gag in his mouth, tugging on the chains that kept him bound to a table.

"Yes?" The hand fisted in his hair, forcing him to nod his head yes. "Or no?" His head was moved from side to side.

Ventis didn't know. He'd never lost any of his scales before. They were pretty firmly planted in his skin, like fingernails. He shrugged.

"Hm. I guess we'll find out."

Ventis's blood ran cold. He shivered, wishing he was wearing more than just his underclothes. Did his captor really mean what he thought they meant? He shook his head, trying his best to negotiate through the gag, but all that came out were muffled shouts.

"Come now. Don't be like that." The voice was sickeningly patronizing. If Ventis could see and speak he would have drowned it out with thunder by now, but his magic was useless at the moment. "I'll do it quickly. It might not even hurt."

There was no world in which Ventis could imagine having his scales pried off not hurting.

"Hold him still, please."

Ventis hadn't been aware that there were others in the room, but a pair of strong hands clamped down on him, one on his stomach and one on his thigh. The familar hand of his captor touched the cluster of scales that gathered on his hipbone.

"I'll take them from here, on the off-chance that they don't grow back. Wouldn't want to ruin your pretty face, now would I? It's a shame we have to keep you gagged. I'd love to hear you thanking me."

A cold blade touched Ventis's skin. He tensed, unable to hold back a soft whimper.

The sensation was strange at first; an intense pressure on his hip that made him clench his fists and inhale sharply. Then, it hurt.

Searing pain tore through Ventis's body and he cried out, doubling his efforts to twist away from the knife that was working its way under a scale and prying at it. The hands held tighter; painful grips on his skin that would surely leave bruises, but those little marks were the least of his worries.

Luckily, Ventis wasn’t out of tricks yet. The blindfold and gag kept him from casting spells intentionally, but they didn’t drain the storm from his veins. His vision flashed white as pure energy surged from his core into the hands on his body, and he was rewarded with the sound of his tormentors yelping and cursing as they let go of him.

For a moment all was quiet except for the labored breaths of Ventis and the others.

Then, “We’ll need rubber gloves. I’ll be back.”

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Onthyes knew these stones.

They were unmistakable. He'd spent enough time staring at Ventis's face when he thought the genasi wouldn't notice to know the otherworldly shine of his scales, the way they reflected light so bright and so colorful that their party had to turn down any stealth mission that came their way. He'd always thought that they were beautiful, that they made Ventis look like the treasure he was.

What were they doing on the table of a market stall, cut and set into gold jewelery?

Onthyes found himself stuck, horrified, staring at them and praying that he was mistaken.

"Interested, young man?" The merchant was an average looking old man, nothing particularly malicious about his appearance, but appearances could be decieving.

"Where did you get these?" Onthyes asked, unable to hide the slight tremor in his voice.

"These stones are incredibly rare. One of a kind, really. I'd rather keep the name of my supplier private."

Onthyes shot a look to Shayah, who was just wandering over from another stall holding a fresh bundle of arrows.

"What's got you so spooked, blondie?" Shayah was tucking the arrows into her quiver, not yet noticing the object of Onthyes's attention.

"Look," Onthyes muttered, gesturing at the array of jewelery on the table.

"Mm, yeah. Pretty. Not really my thing though."

"No. Look."

Shayah got closer, squinting at the gems. Onthyes silently prayed that she wouldn't see what he saw - that she would assure him that he was just paranoid. He'd been plenty paranoid ever since Ventis disappeared.

"Shit," Shayah whispered.

Onthyes's heart dropped. He really hadn't wanted to be right.

"You made these?" Shayah asked the merchant, her once-cheerful voice suddenly hardening.

The merchant nodded, wide eyed.

"Where'd you get the stones?"

"My supplier wishes to remain anonymous. Now please, lower your voice."

She slammed her fist on the table, the jewelry hopping and jingling. The merchant flinched, supressing a squeak.

"Talk," Shayah growled, "or I'll really start making a scene."

The merchant talked.

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Part 2

#oc #original character #whump #dnd ocs #whump tropes #whump writing #dnd whump #ventis whump #ventis collection #nonhuman whumpee #whump community #ventisposting #ventis

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azvibes · 5 months

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Friends

A small child who was not a gnome was sitting on the dirt.

She was three years old, or maybe four. The gnomes who had found her didn’t have any idea how the ages of other species worked. It would be a few more years before anyone would come along who recognized the child as an earth genasi, anyway. Her adoptive warren just knew that she was larger than them, and grew a bit quicker, and that her skin was green and tough–and they knew that they loved her and that she was very special. That was all that mattered.

There was a dandelion in the child’s mouth, and she was chewing on the yellow petals with a thoughtful expression on her round face. One of her caretakers, a warren elder named Begonia, was gathering mushrooms from the side of a nurse log and placing them in a basket.

“Auntie?” said the child through a mouthful of flower.

“Yes, precious?”

“Is a mushroom like a flower?”

Begonia glanced over at the child. “Not really. They grow out of the ground sometimes, and we can eat some of them, like plants. But a plant only eats sunlight.” She walked over and handed the child, who was nearly as tall as she was by now, one of the mushrooms from the basket. “Mushrooms eat dead and rotting things. When something in the forest dies, the mushrooms help return it to the earth.”

The child’s eyes went very wide, and the dandelion fell out of her agape mouth.

Begonia laughed. “Isn’t that wonderful, precious?”

“I want to be a mushroom,” the child said earnestly.

“Do you, now?” Begonia patted the child’s cheek. “That’s a very lofty goal, you know. Mushrooms are some of the most important citizens in the forest.”

“I can do it.” She hmphed determinedly and brought the mushroom she was holding up to her face to sniff it. “They smell like the dirt. So do I.”

“Do you want to learn more about mushrooms, precious? Uncle Morrie could teach you more than I could,” Begonia said when the child began nodding very enthusiastically. “I mostly just know which ones that grow in Embrook Woods are edible. Not all of them are–that’s very important to remember, alright? Don’t go looking for mushrooms to eat without a grown-up helping you.”

“Why not?”

“Because some can make you very, very sick.”

The child burst into giggles.

“What’s so funny?” asked Begonia, bemused.

“Well, they don’t want to be eaten!”

Begonia had to chuckle. “I guess they don’t! I wouldn’t, either.”

The child stopped laughing. Very seriously, she said, “But the mushrooms will eat us. When we die.”

A sudden shiver ran down Begonia’s spine, all the way to the tip of her tail. “Yes,” she said. “Yes, that’s right. They help return us to the earth, like I said. But that won’t happen to any of our warren for a long time yet.”

“Unless we eat the wrong kind of mushroom. Then they’ll get us sooner,” said the child. She grinned. “I like that! They get hungry, and come find their food, just like we’re doing now.”

“That’s true,” said Begonia. She’d never thought about it quite like that before. She had a feeling most people would be off-put by the child’s reasoning and excitement about the topic, but Begonia wasn’t one to shy away from death. The only thing that she felt uneasy about was how natural the whole idea seemed to come to the child. It was like instinct more than curiosity. There was a kinship between the child and the mushroom she held. “Do you want to help me pick a few more for dinner? And then we can go back home, precious.”

The child nodded and shuffled over across the soil and moss. Her chubby, clumsy hands were careful and gentle as she plucked more of the small, light brown mushrooms from the nurse log. “You’re our dinner tonight,” she informed the mushrooms. “And then someday, we’ll be yours. That means we’re friends, I think. Yes, we’re friends.”

#original fiction #closure campaign #my writing #amanita zircon #storytime #i havent quite figured out my tagging system yet #anyway. she <3 #she's been fucked up and weird since she was very littletiny dont even worry abt it #strange little creature

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strikerangel · 1 year

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Aughhb egg dnd.

Juanaflippa is the dungeon master who does shit just to piss off her players. Yeah theres no shortcut, if you huys try you get stung by a bunch of bees and take 2 poison damage. Yeah.. it says for an hour. Too bad. Go the long route. This howver doesnt mean that her players dont piss her off too. Which brings us too!!

Tilin! She plays as a Aasimar cleric who fucking loves to ask questions . "Hey flippa if im like. Born to serve the gods and am reveried . Can i worship myself for the cleric role" "kill yourself, die. Slash lighthearted joking No you cant" <- flippa is deadpan

Strength - 7

Dexterity - 11

Constitution - 12

Wisdom - 15

Intelligence - 11

Charisma - 19

Chayanne plays as a dragonborn barbarian who is. Very boasty. Hes arrogant but for a reason <- has the highest strength stat 4 a reason. Anywas chayanne goes fight first and talk later and that directly conflicts with tilin who attempts to talk first. They have a very friendly rivalry with their initiative rolls.

Strength - 18

Dexterity - 15

Constitution - 16

Wisdom - 13

Intelligence - 12

Charisma - 14

Tallulah is a water genasi druid, she decided thaf being a bard irl was enough. Chayanne is willing to back her up in any decision she makes so tilin attempts to get her on her side . Sibling rivalry go strong. Her character has a shit ton of funny moments relatinf to water

Strength - 16

Dexterity - 15

Constitution - 18

Wisdom - 14

Intelligence - 12

Charisma - 13

Bobby is a changeling rouge who is shifted to an owlins form. Hes like a packrat. So much shit in his inventory . Bobby brings his gun to a session once and flippa makes it canon that it has one. Guess how that goes with a trigger happy rouge. Theres a reason flippa told him to start with a dagger.

Strength - 12

Dexterity - 9

Constitution - 16

Wisdom - 13

Intelligence - 17

Charisma - 17

Richarlyson is a triton bard and their weapon is a guitar with a really fucking sharp spike on the end. They are very liable to stab through enemies with it and it just gets sharper as they bloody it. Theyre also flippas favorite player as she claims them as her little sibling. Hers now! Little sibling advantage roll.

Strength - 16

Dexterity - 18

Constitution - 18

Wisdom - 12

Intelligence - 14

Charisma - 14

Ramón is a warforged monk, he and dapper are fuckin twining . Warforgeds made by the same person. Despite being made of metal this fucker is so fucking agile. Ramon is very into dnd and brings everyone little figurines of their characters that move when flippa or their owners tell them to.

Strength - 13

Dexterity - 17

Constitution - 13

Wisdom - 12

Intelligence - 11

Charisma - 11

Leonarda is a triton paladin, he brings food for everyone and gives everyone little trinkets theyd enjoy after the session , flippa says she doesnt have to do it but she enjoys watching their faces light up as she gives it to them.

Strength - 16

Dexterity - 14

Constitution - 14

Wisdom - 10

Intelligence - 12

Charisma - 9

Dapper is a warforged artificer, he and ramon are twinning, however hes not gonna let ramon up him with the figurines. He makes everyone character sheet books that change at will . This does happen because of the ritual he did with the books and maybe some sheep blood.

Strength - 15

Dexterity - 14

Constitution - 15

Wisdom - 10

Intelligence - 13

Charisma - 8

Trump is an elf ranager who is quite literally the best to play with. The campaign would go literally nowhere with him (<- he consistently rolls high on perception and insight checks and is like. The only one who does.) Rlly fucking lucky btw. Nat 20s all across the board. Flippa hates this guy

Strength - 14

Dexterity - 16

Constitution - 12

Wisdom - 14

Intelligence - 15

Charisma - 10

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