#rolo does the 100

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i am endlessly fascinated by the de rolo children. do you think they know what their parents went through? even if their percy and vex dont give them all of the details, they're literal living legends, they 100% heard from somewhere else. what comes with the weight of being related to not one, but three legendary heroes? are they proud of their name? does the weight of it drag them down? do you think vax'ildan de rolo and his double-barrel legacy name is constantly observed by past acquanitances of his uncle, the ghost, to see if he bares any resemblence to him? is it worse to disappoint or live in the shadow of a legend you never met?

#critical role #cr #vox machina #cr1 #percy de rolo #vex'ahlia #vex'ahlia de rolo #de rolo family #is this thing on?

[blorbologist]

33, Vax and Percy (gen), please? (also your writing is excellent)

33. Power Word Pain.

"You speak a word of power that causes waves of intense pain to assail one creature you can see within range. If the target has 100 hit points or fewer, it is subject to crippling pain. Otherwise, the spell has no effect on it. A target is also unaffected if it is immune to being charmed.

While the target is affected by crippling pain, any speed it has can be no higher than 10 feet. The target also has disadvantage on attack rolls, ability checks, and saving throws, other than Constitution saving throws. Finally, if the target tries to cast a spell, it must first succeed on a Constitution saving throw, or the casting fails and the spell is wasted."

[This one hardly followed the prompt - sorry! My main thought was either Power Word Pain killed him, and the fact that these words hurt.]

[TW: Temporary character death]

It’s no end. This much Percival knows. 

It was just a little outing to stay sharp - perhaps spurred on by an offhand comment about his aim being off from Scanlan. 

Pike is here - there - besides. And gods know Vex’ahlia will not let him leave so soon. Especially not with a fourth child on the way; he wouldn’t dream of it. Dearly, he hopes this does not give her a fright so early.

Well. Either way, he is coming back. He knows this. It isn’t his time. 

Which is why the sight (you are dead, fool, you can’t see anything) the presence of a figure in this not-space is startling. And, immediately, terrifying. He knows well he deserves death, yes, but he won’t go quietly this time, not with Vex - 

“I do not accept this.”

“At ease, Lord de Rolo,” rasps the quiet. 

Oh. Oh dear, that’s worse. 

“I hope,” says Percival, “you are not here to escort me to your Matron. Your sister would not be happy.”

What should be a little shake of his head is made ample. Excessive, even: the beaked mask swings wide, his hair echoes the movement like a snake. 

“No - merely here to calm you,” says the Champion of Ravens. “There is nothing to fear, contrary to your… ordeals prior.”

Yes, he remembers. Smoke, Percy learned, can have teeth and claws. It can chew, if you give it enough to work with. It’s not particularly good at it - which mattered little, when Orthax had an eternity ahead to eat him alive. 

Percy shivers. The feathers of - his - mantle do, too. A bird, bristling against the cold. 

“She wants to name one after you,” Percival offers, suddenly. On impulse, because who knows how much time they have. Pike usually works quickly. Then again, what is time to a dead brain? He’d have to look into it later. (There will be a later.) 

He swallows. “I - I don’t think it’s a good idea. For her, or for Keyleth.” Scrutinizing the Champion, he finds - there - a jerk, a puppet string pulled too quickly, at the name. “But I want you to know she wants, so badly.”

“Are they well?”

That’s a relief, that he cares to ask. Whatever he is, what’s left of him, or diluted, or parceled out.

“Yes,” Percy replies. The growths from the shoulder are bleached antler one moment, tender enoki another. “As well as I can keep them. They can laugh about your stupid jokes again, you know. Vesper thinks a few are a riot.”

There’s a pause he hastens to fill. Usually he would consider his words more carefully, but he lets his mouth run, lead by what his heart has wondered countless sleepless nights: “Is there - could there be any way, to undo this now? Any true hope? I couldn’t give them false hope, but I have to know. If you want to come back -”

“Wanting is… beyond me.” Said slowly, because of course he has all the time in the world. “Because it has not been long enough to miss my love, my sister - you, my brother.” 

“I will see you soon. I will see them all soon. And yet not for ages yet. There are countless more for me to guide, and yet I recall their faces clear as the last.”

“So that’s a no?”

“Indeed.”

There’s a tug, where his heart should be. Percy glances down to behold gold - a thread, so beautiful it should inspire tears. He hadn’t - hadn’t expected to see it whole, unfrayed. 

Apparently he is wanted elsewhere. Good. Good.

It feels like a waste. All this - whatever earful he will be in for when he returns, the stress to his friends and wife, the tailoring on his fucking coat - and he can hardly come away with reassurance. A cheap death - at least with his last he helped kill a dragon. At least with his first he learned to forgive. 

He sighs. Glances about, in the vain hope that the Matron watches him. There is no seamstress working at his thread - only Pike, he knows, on the other side. Only everyone but this man, whoever he still is.

“I do not accept this.”

The Champion smiles. “Still sticking to indignant and irritated, Percival?”

Percy barks out a laugh. “Oh, screw you, Vax. That was a callback, you shit.”

#look its inevitable - whenever i get an angst prompt list I ALWAYS end up writing Vax talking to someone while they're dead #usually in his weird Dalen's Closet way #sorry this one doesnt match the prompt well. but it was fun - and thank you!! <333 #campaign 1 spoilers #critical role #campaign 1 #vax'ildan #percival de rolo #spell ask game #my writing #angst

[saphirered]

Can you write a wedding with Percy?

I've been wanting to fulfil this request for so long. I've rewritten it a thousand times but finally got something cohesive on paper. I'm still not 100% happy with it but I hope it turned out well. 😘

“To the Lord Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo the Third I send a most generous congratulations on behalf of the house blah blah blah. We await in excitement the grand event to celebrate the union between yourself and your beloved-yada yada yada. How many more of these must we go through?” Percy knew he’d come to regret it when he offered to take some of the pressure of your shoulders with all the responsibilities you already tend to and force you to take a much needed break. He does not regret you getting a break. He regrets having to spend the next six hours writing correspondence to the congratulations you two have received after the public announcement of your engagement. He regrets having to sit through these bootlicking letters and pick up the mantle. Vox Machina has taught him many things but he fears his tolerance for the responsibilities he has as a noble have suffered for it. Still he does what he has to, and enlisted his sister to help him, who despite her own raising feels very much the same as he does. 

“Listen to this- Please accept our gift to your betrothed so they might feel welcomed within our humble circles. The gift is a tea set.” Cassandra shakes her head exasperatedly but Percy doesn’t quite get it so she elaborates. “A tea set, dear brother, with instructions of how to pour in noble company, what to serve and how to the details that made even me gag as a child.” In that very moment it shows again these two are siblings for their expressions match. Who does this particular writer think they are? You might not have been raised to the same standards he has been, and luckily so, he’ll add, but that does not mean you are uncivilised. 

“Burn those pages, Cass. For the sake of both of us and whatever poor soul thought it would make an appropriate gift.” Cassandra needs not to be asked twice as she crumples up the papers and tosses them into the fireplace, among some other discarded papers who have met their demise at the same flames. 

“You were the ones deciding to get married. This is your doing.” She grumbles opening another letter, reading the first sentence, and tossing it back on the desk between them. She pushes back her chair and gets up. “I think I’ve had enough for the day. You deal with your mail on your own. I’ll be doing literally anything else. Best of luck, brother.” She pats his shoulder as she walks around him and leaves the room before he can protest. Percy doesn’t blame her. If anything he’d very much want to do the same. So much for responsibilities. 

Eyes burning, hand smudged with ink, fingers ache. Percival has made a decent dent in the stack of letters but he feels as if he’s truly reached his limits when one of the castle staff enters with another platter of letters to the point where even his resolve dwindles and he is left seething with silent frustration and the desire to engineer the most glorious blast to tear these papers to shreds and watch the embers dwindle in the breeze. The servant knows not to linger and he is left contemplating in his solitude. If he actually had time to just sit there, he would but he’ll have to multitask in this occasion lest he leaves you with more work to return to than you left him with. Percy reminds himself; he loves you. He loves you more than anything and if he must suffer through some insincere replies to equally insincere congratulations, he’d do so in a heartbeat. He’d brave the world and beyond for you even if he’d much rather face hoards of undead, or some dragons then spend these hours in his study away from you. He’ll endure. 

But you are a saving grace. You bring him mercy when the cruel world would offer him none because when he feels he is about to snap, there’s a knock on the door before it opens. You walk in in all your beauty and radiance looking far more rested. Had he the energy left he might have been jealous of you. Instead his shoulder slump and he relaxes in his seat as you draw closer, come around to his side of the desk and lean against the desk facing him. You uncurl his fingers from the quill he’d been using, unsure if he could have even let go without help at this point, and gently take his hand in both of yours. The way your fingers move against his skin, putting pressure in the right places that make his joints pop and release from their frozen positions, immediately releasing the tension and ache so much so he can’t stifle the groan of pleasure. 

“I doubt I need to ask how your day’s been.” Your smile is audible in your voice as you find another good spot, releasing the muscle from its position, and returning the gift of motion to his thumb once more.

“I have no desire nor mind to speak of the sheer idiocy, bootlicking and self-infatuation I have encountered in the past two hours alone. I shall not even remember what I must have repressed from the hours before that.” Percy groans moving his fingers against yours, wrapping around until he returns your grasp affectionately. Once he feels secure enough, he pulls at your entwined hands. Your eyes widen in surprise, mainly so at the strength used because even Percy doubted he had any left, and you catch yourself with an arm around his shoulders as you sit on his lap. 

“That desperate for a distraction?” You laugh. 

“Extremely.” Needing no further elaboration you simply place your lips against his in a sweet kiss. All stress alleviates. The walls of the study become far less confining and engulfed in your affections Percy feels like he’s himself again, back to this world, focussed on you and you alone. With a heavy sigh you pull apart and just simply seek comfort in each other’s arms. 

“How was your day?” Percy asks with a kiss to your temple, fingers dancing along your side as you place your hand over his heart, feeling the steady beat. You sigh.

“Well, after a much needed nap I decided to wander the castle grounds. About thirty minutes in, I was surrounded by servants asking for the details of the event, and the only breaks I got was from the nobles that approached me to tell me they look forward to our grand wedding, definitely implying their invitation is nonnegotiable.” He throws his head back with an equal sigh. So much for peace it seems. While he spared you the letters, you did not manage to catch the break he’d hoped to provide. Seems like a remote vacation might have to be the solution. If only it were a viable solution for the both of you. You have your own responsibilities, and he has his. You can’t just drop everything and disappear for a week or two. 

“I appreciate you trying to give me a break. I really do but I think we just have to get this wedding over with, so we may finally know a moment of peace and quiet again.” 

“I thought weddings were supposed to be a joyous occasion. Not riddled with stress over stupid decisions like napkin foldings, cake flavours and seating charts.” That’s not entirely true. Percy has been taught these things, and has witnessed these events on a few occasions. He knows how tedious they are and even as a child he dreaded the possibility of having to endure it himself one day. For you he’d endure it a thousand times and he feels comfortable to say that you share this opinion.

“Weddings are supposed to be joyous and while the planning of one on whatever scale comes with some stress, this feels like more than a full-time job for several people and I’d much prefer treading through basilisk pits again because at least then we’d be getting paid for it. Now we’ll be paying the bill.” 

“Technically Whitestone is paying for our wedding, dear. That’s why we’ll have to abide by every expectation set for us I’m afraid.” Percy quips back with amusement and you just kiss him to shut him up. Serves him right. He’s not complaining, at least not until you break the kiss, stroking your thumb along his cheekbone. Percy leans into your touch.

“I have some savings. If I’m paying does that mean we’ll be allowed to show up in our regular clothes, because I say so? Might we get the flowers we actually want if any at all? Is there no more need for a grand several day event that hosts people we have never met and can’t even be bothered to remember the names of?” What you’re implying is beginning to dawn on Percival. In technicality you are correct. He bites his tongue trying to find a way to tell you this is a terrible thing you are suggesting but he can’t. It’s a terrible idea and you two should definitely do it.

“It’s just how things are.” Percy counters none too convinced. 

“You’re the Lord of Whitestone for Pelor’s sake! Don’t let it shackle you to golden chains.” You speak forthright, smile on your face, letting your fingers brush through his hair.

“Well, you’d be surprised how poor of a confinement golden shackles make given the material is rather soft as opposed to other metals.” With that you pull on the pale strands and give him a look that demands his attention, one he was not going to deny you anyway. 

“Don’t be a smart ass. Let’s get married.” You release your hold and take to cupping his cheeks. 

“If you insist-” Your lips trail along his jawline, and neck, just shy of leaving marks. Wouldn’t want to litter his skin in marks of your affection, before the wedding night. You’ll save it for later. 

“I most certainly do.” You speak between kisses. 

“-then who am I to deny my beautiful lover what they desire if it is in my capability to grant?” Percy speaks between gasps and moans. You certainly know how to sway an argument. Not that he ever doubted your skills but the more you say, the more you do, he feels more inclined to tell every single noble, advisor or whoever else thinks they might have some say in what should be one of the best days in his life, in your life, then they can go screw themselves. He’ll share this day with you, under your own terms and that’s all he needs, whatever extra finds its way here, will be a bonus, but as long as you are there, that is all he needs. You’re all he needs. 

“Let’s get married then, love.” You raise from his lap and offer your hand. Percy takes it, and you pull him along. 

“Now?” He laughs. Of course now. Or at least as soon as possible. Whatever spares him from having to go back to writing and procrastinate, or entirely neglect his tasks and instead leads to more time with you. 

“Right now.” You assure. 

And so you are off, gather those you can. You send for your friends, and family; anyone who is important to you and can find their way to Whitestone within the next hour or so. You spend that time informing the kitchens you’ll have guests, change into comfortable put presentable clothes; casual clothes. Tease each other, something about seeing each other the day of the wedding being bad luck. At your own pace you eventually make it to the Sun Tree. It’s fully in bloom, leaves a luscious green, light bleeding through from the lowering sun. This place has marked so much of your lives. It felt only right to add another one to that list. Turn so much bad, into something good, show that it is possible. This is where you earned your freedom. This is the heart of a legacy you both vow to uphold. Why should it not be the place you’ll promise to uphold your vows to each other? 

Within the hour you stand at the roots. Within the hour you see your friends approach. Some of them are confused. Others are simply known to go with the flow. Explanations are asked for, but none are given, not yet. You wait until the time is right. You simply talk, spend time with the people in your lives you love most, have grown to love most and call family. They are here. You reminisce. You laugh. You cry. You remember what you gained, and lost. You share it all. You share your lives with the others, and they theirs with you. This is what you wanted. This is what you needed and Percy understands now, when it comes to you, he’ll never again agree with what is expected of him, simply because it is expected when he has to put you and himself in second place. He is not willing to make the sacrifices those before him have made at the cost of your happiness, or his own. He’ll do anything to make you happy, as he knows you will do the same. So he pulls apart Pike. He asks her, to marry you. The gnome is caught off guard at first but agrees quickly. She goes to arrange things. Whispers spread and before you know it, people are telling you you’re getting married, right here, right now. You simply share a look with Percy, share your smiles even when you stand apart. 

Pike clears her throat, directing people to their places, setting up the scene, as chaotic as possible of course. You get some strange looks from the townsfolk who have no clue what’s going on and are somewhat curious but don’t approach. They’ve seen much stranger. Before you know it there’s a makeshift aisle and you stand arm in arm with Percy. By the grace of Keyleth you hold a lovely bouquet and similar flowers have been attached to Percy’s own attire, despite his protests. Apparently this was nonnegotiable but your smile made him accept the druid’s insisting. A path of petals is haphazardly thrown by the goliath that walks in front, before he flanks off to the side to join the other guests. Scanlan nudges him out of the way and to the end of the ‘front row’ so others can still see what's going on. You swear you see them both, eyes watery, and voices a bit squeaky, though don’t tell the bard that. Vex approaches you, pulling two rings from her pouch. You’ll owe her one, but she might be inclined to let it slide, maybe. Cassandra offers you a scolding, but through particular words, expresses she very much agrees with your decision and you have her blessing to marry her brother but you best keep him in trouble. 

It is time. You walk down the makeshift aisle, the fresh flower petals beneath your feet, up towards where Pike straightens her usual clothes, clears her throat, and straightens. Shaking leg; the nerves very much present but she offers you an assuring nod. Percy feels it first. He’s had this moment replay in his mind a thousand of times since your engagement, even before that. Not in a single one of them did things go exactly like they are before you now, but one thing is consistent; you. You squeeze his arm, draw his attention. He can’t look away from you. He can’t stop smiling like a fool either. But still he feels nervous. He doesn’t quite understand why. He feels his heart beat in his chest. He feels his mind twirl going from lovely thoughts to complete silence but he won’t let that ruin anything, because in those moments of silence he gets the opportunity to just see you, and remind himself; he loves you more than anything in this world. 

You stand at the base of the Sun Tree. The sky turns gold and orange and pink, with the first hints of purple. It’s beautiful. It’s perfect. Pike stands on the roots to give her some more height. She holds onto her holy symbol as you hold onto Percy’s hands, clasping yours in his. You feel the light tremble and can’t identify if it’s yours or his. You are buzzing. You feel like you’re walking on air, head in the clouds because the world falls away and there’s only the gunslinger in front of you. You see what you went through, you see the times you shared for better or worse, and what you pulled through. You are together at the end of it. It made you stronger. Your love grew and now you stand here; a new chapter in your life together. You can’t wait to see what’s next. 

“Honourable guests, we are gathered here to day to celebrate the union between-“ Pike tries but stumbles over her words a little as if she’s trying to recall the exact words from a piece of writing. You know she’s been reading up on wedding speeches and etiquette. 

“Pike.” You whisper and she gives you a worried look. “It’s okay. We’re not doing this traditionally.” You reassure.

“Just do what feels right.” Percy adds.

“But what if I don’t get it right?” She whispers, eyes falling to the gathered people. 

“It’ll be perfect either way. Don’t worry about anything else.” She nods and takes a deep breath.

“We didn’t know why we came here today. We came here for some fun with our friends and now they’re getting married. And I- And I am honoured to be the one to officiate. I know I’m not some high priest of somewhere but I don’t need to be because none of that matters. What does matter is you two. What matters is your love. We’re here to celebrate that. Now because you threw me into the deep real fast, I’ll do the same to you. How about some vows? We wanna hear some proper vows, don’t we?” Pike teases, earning some positive replies from your attendees. “Now, I don’t wanna hear any of that ‘I promise to cherish you always and blah blah blah.’. Give us something interesting.” She encourages and so do your friends. You laugh and see those teal eyes glow with light, silently begging you to go first. 

“I promise not to be traditional. I promise to test and try you at every opportunity however frustrating that might be, because I love you. We’ve faced hoards of undead, dragons and gods and despite all odds we are still standing here today. We’ve defied the rules of this world, and so what’s breaking some rules of tradition? We’ve redefined what it means to be us countless times to suit what we needed it to be but in the end that comes back to love. That’ll be my promise; I promise you love, unconditional. When you lock yourself in your workshop, I’ll come bother you until you take a break and eat. When you feel like the weight of the world is upon your shoulders, I will lift it. When trouble comes knocking once more, I will face it with you. That is my promise; you’ll never be alone again. I will always be with you, even when I’m not at your side.” The words came to you easier than you expected. Even though you stumble at times, these words come from your heart and so you know them to be true. Percy takes a deep breath, the hold on your hands tightening. There’s a moment of silence, his lips part so you simply squeeze back and nod. 

“I-uh. I’m happy this is not a traditional wedding because we’re not traditional people. You’ve tried me at every corner, you’ve made me question my every action, my life, my world and my reality. You’ve opened my eyes to a world so much brighter when all I saw was darkness. We have faced many monsters, we’ve saved many people, but to me the most impressive life you saved, is mine for I thought it doomed long ago. You gave me hope where there was none and I know I gave you plenty of headaches while trying to prove me so. Even back then, I knew, I remember, were you not there, things would have been very different, your love allowed me to feel love again, and return it too. I offered you my heart and you promised not to break it. You kept your word. You’ve come bother me in my workshop with promises to drag me out of there if I took but a moment longer. You’ve braved the heaviest of storms and quelled them. You have not just changed this world; you’ve changed my world based on a promise you made. I remember your words your first promise to me; I won’t turn my back on you. I remember your second promise; You will not be alone as long as I’m around. I remember your third promise; You will know my love as long as you are willing to accept it. I will make these same promises, and all that followed, all that will follow. I promise I you my love. You’ve had it from the moment I met you, and you will have it for eternity.” Not once do Percy’s words falter. Not once does his gaze leave yours and you know it is a true promise. 

“Okay, uhhh what’s next? Oh yeah! Rings. You got rings right?” Pike asks as the guests laugh, and you do too. You both nod, taking the rings that vex had given you earlier, with a quick glance towards her in thanks. She simply offers you a wink. 

“May Raei bless these symbols of your union so it may prosper and blossom into something more beautiful than it already is.” You change your rings. They’re lovely. Not at all what you might traditionally have chosen but that’t the theme is it not? That’s exactly what makes the jewelled bands perfect. 

“Do you promise to love each other always?” Of course he does. How could he not? Percy cannot imagine a life without your love. He would offer the world just to see you smile like you do now. He knows he has your love in turn. He’s never felt so sure of anything. He knows it in his heart, his bones, his mind, it is simply a truth no one can argue, not even his own dark thoughts. 

“We do.” You say in unison.

“Do you promise to nurture and care for one an other?” You’ve pulled him out of his workshop when he refused to take breaks. You’ve cared for his wounds and he of yours. You’ve held him when the demons got too loud and he’s held you when you needed him most every time without question. If that is not nurture, he does not know what is. He would put his life in your hands without a second thoughts and while it is a frightening reality, responsibility he knows you’d do the same in a heartbeat. 

“We do.”

Do you promise to fuck shit up together?” That’s simply nonnegotiable. You will always fuck shit up together. With lives like yours, this is simply a given and that you’ll face it together, as a team, makes it all the more exciting. Percy looks forward to your adventures. You look forward to the adventures you’ll find upon your path. 

“We do.” Percy shakes his head as the crowd laughs. It is inappropriately appropriate. 

“Then by the power invested in me by- uhhhh, by you, I pronounce you married! Now kiss-“ Your lips collide with Percy’s in a deep kiss, fuelled by a string of emotions. You need not be told twice. The cheers of your friends are drowned out by the pulsing in your ears. You feel the vibrations of the world around you and they all harmonise in that moment. You’re married now. Flowers dance around you, petals rain from the sky but you don’t care, not when you have the man in front of you. The world around you fades when he is there. You know it in your heart, your body, your soul; you love him always and forever. 

No matter what anyone envisioned for your marriage, this is perfect. Percy feels your love, flowing through your body, into his, into the earth surrounding you, into the world beyond, clear for all to see. He might have been somewhat reserved in the past but that matters not. He is here with you, shares this moment with you, and now he officially shares his life with you on another level. He is yours as you are his. This is a pact not made by demon or devil. This is a pact made between two people, bound by unconditional love. This is a deal worth making, and this is one he’ll make a thousand times as long as it is to you. He will uphold his vows as you will yours. He’ll have you in his life and be better for it. You make him feel alive. You make him feel he’s worth more than a legacy written in the cold of winter, in the ashes and blood of others. You make him feel like he’s worth more than the responsibilities placed upon him. You make him feel like himself and allow him to be who he chooses to be. 

He chooses to be a man worthy of your love. He chooses to be himself. 

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[essayofthoughts]

so you've discussed a bit how percy would handle the briarwoods living and atoning. how does cassandra deal with it? what's their relationship to the people of whitestone? what relationship, if any, would they have with the chamber? how do they cope with scanlan being Like That?

For Sylas Briarwood Lives AU?

I mean, to be fair, a lot of Percy's handling it is to Not Deal With It, because he's Bad at that. He avoids them a lot, and still hates them even if he doesn't fear them quite the same anymore, but it's important to remember that Percy is kind of shit at dealing with his emotions and especially his trauma.

Cass is... also in a bad way. Not helped by Percy's... everything. I think she also avoids the Briarwoods - very much helped by the people of Whitestone, which she has incredibly complicated feelings about. After all, under the Briarwoods' thumb she led so many Whitestone citizens to their deaths - and yet here they are, trying to protect her from the very people she let others die to. I think she copes badly for a stretch, though the Briarwoods not being allowed anywhere near her probably helps. I think, too-

I'm playing interestingly with Sylas in this AU because like... I don't think he was entirely 100% a good person, but Delilah seems to have dipped into Necromancy specifically due to his illness and all. I don't doubt she was capable of being dangerously deranged before then (she was, after all, on the Cerberus Assembly, and with the C3 news of the Healing-Preventing-Poison - look, I wouldn't be surprised if Ludinus decided to fuck with his colleagues to see what would happen) but I think it became both more obvious and more overt due to Sylas' illness. And like I said, I don't think he was 100% good - he loved Delilah, and she certainly wouldn't have been, as part of the Assembly, but I think that before his illness they were... well, not normal. But closer to it. After all, they are mirrors - parallels - to Vex and Percy, and they go to great lengths for each other but aren't quite deranged.

Consequently... I don't think Sylas, if given back to his old self... would necessarily be happy with the emotional warping and inherent alignment shift of vampirism. I don't doubt it works most effectively as demons and devils do, by leading people towards sins they'd already be more inclined to commit, but I think being sharply given back to his old self, without the inherently evil necromantic magic of vampirism urging him towards it - I think it'd set his vampiric self in sharp relief to his human self, and I don't think he'd like it! It might even shake his faith in Delilah some - of course she'd go to any length to save him, but was it him that she raised from his deathbed? What does it mean that she loved that significantly worse version of him? Obsession and grief?

And of course, it's the Briarwoods, I have no doubt they're able to reconcile this one way or another but this is all to say - I think Sylas is more capable of being Normal about things than Delilah is, even if only by a smidge.

Consequently, I think he is also the one to realise just how severely and badly they fucked with Cassandra.

Making amends for Whitestone and the de Rolos as a whole - that's a huge undertaking. That's the kind of thing that might never happen. But Cassandra? What they did to her alone? That is simple and tangible in comparison. That is something they can do something about. I think Sylas might perhaps lead the charge in finding ways to make amends to Cassandra in this AU.

Delilah may take a little more convincing - besides, overall, they are very much dragged kicking and screaming over the line into "no longer abhorrently amoral selfish bastards", doing it primarily out of necessity so they don't get summarily executed for their acts in service to Vecna. Self-preservation is a powerful drive.

But... yeah. I think they volunteer help to the Chamber and to Whitestone as a way of trying to make amends and I think Whitestone as a whole do not like them, but acknowledge, grudgingly, that they are doing something. I think Whitestone doesn't like them at all - they're the wicked witch who lives deep in the wood and they can't be removed but no one's happy about it. I think the Chamber has to accept that due to Pike and Keyleth and Vex, and especially Pike's ideals of redemption, they are going to have to put up with the Briarwoods despite everything, and the best they can do is put them to work fixing everything they broke. (Perhaps, some of the older heads at the table suggest, fixing what they broke might teach them to value it more.)

I don't think Cassandra is ever comfortable with them. Not after the trauma and the stockholm syndrome and everything else - I think she avoids them as much as she can and I think as much as the Briarwoods can they respect that and give her space, though I think Delilah does retain a twisted fondness for her almost-daughter, and that Sylas is... weirdly quietly proud of her for surviving so well? For having such boundaries? For persisting? I think he'd respect that.

I think Percy, in Chamber meetings where they're present, gets incredibly bitchy - I can very much imagine sniping matches between him and Delilah that go nowhere but are a great way of letting off steam when work's been going nowhere. I think it also helps to humanise the Briarwoods to people, though I don't think it'd help for Cassandra.

I think, in the end, Cassandra probably takes Percy's suggestions of holidays away from Whitestone much sooner and much more willingly - space from the Briarwoods, a break, I think is a blessing. (I think too, this forces much more of rulership and the Chamber onto Percy's plate. He's not happy about it, except he is, if it means his sister is healing.)

As for Scanlan... I mean. I think Sylas, back to his human self, is happy to drink and tell stupid stories and jokes with Scanlan. I don't think he ever takes Scanlan seriously, but I don't think he necessarily minds Scanlan.

Delilah, I think, does.

#sylas briarwood gets to live au #sylas briarwood #delilah briarwood #cassandra de rolo #burr-ell #ask #my fic

[astriiformes]

@squidaresquishy replied to your post: My wool for Andreas got here today and it's so

where do u buy actual nice quality historically appropriate fibers (wool, linen)??? all i can find on the obvious sites like joann's or craft stores are like… weird polyester faux-flannel or cotton

So I have a fancier answer, a slightly less-fancy answer, and significantly less-fancy answer, both because it's good to spread your net wide regardless and also because as a cosplayer/costume-maker without much money, I've found that sometimes you have to get creative.

I bought my wool for my Andreas costume from Pendleton Woolen Mill because a friend who lives near them and is working on the same costume tipped me off to a clearance sale they were having. They're an example of a nice, high-quality seller that I usually couldn't afford to buy from where timing made all the difference (and I will absolutely be watching their site for sales in the future). Other stores I've heard friends recommend that sell natural fabrics, some of them specifically catered to historical costuming, include Burnley & Trowbridge and Silk Baron, and the other day while doing research for Andreas, I was poking around on the Historical Costuming subreddit and came across this list, which looks solid. On the whole I don't have a ton of recommendations though, since I rarely have the money to buy fabrics from more specialty retailers.

(Oh, and it's not fabric, but if you're ever looking for leather, Tandy Leather is another great place to get historical costume materials)

The slightly-less fancy answer is that I buy most of my cosplay fabrics, historical costuming ones included, from a local fabric outlet, which is not something every city has but has been an absolute treasure trove for me. They sell everything at 50% off and have some very weird finds (like the metallic linen I used for my Golden Guard tunic), but it's also been a good place to look for natural fabrics. I found nice silk and wool there for my sister's Cassandra de Rolo costume, and it's where I'm hoping I'll find another wool for Andreas' jacket. Even if your city doesn't have a fabric outlet, it may have local, non-chain fabric stores that are worth investigating (though the affordability may vary). I found out about the place near me through other cosplay friends, so asking around in local crafting and cosplay communities may lead you somewhere. If you're looking for historical fabrics specifically, I'd consider bothering the local SCA chapter about local recommendations!

Last though -- nice fabrics can be found in weird places. As a poor cosplayer who is usually trying to figure out the best way to hit the "nice materials" and "affordability" sweet spot, I've made a habit of checking out local thrift stores and yard sales for fabric whenever I can. Sometimes that looks like nabbing a $2 sheet to sew a cloak mock-up out of, but if you're persistent you can sometimes make pretty incredible finds. A few months ago I found a plain white linen curtain set that I nabbed knowing I would want for a costume at some point, and sure enough now my current plan is to use it for Andreas' shirt. It cost me maybe $8, which is insane for that amount of linen -- but not for thrift store curtains. The biggest challenge with this method is knowing what you've found. In that case I lucked out and the curtain tag was still attached, telling me they were a 100% linen blend, but sometimes you have to get more creative. We're big fans of the "If something looks and feels suspiciously like wool or linen, buy it, bring it home, and set a small piece of it on fire to test it" method in my household (natural fibers burn, manufactured ones melt; it's a legit test and you can read up on it!) but that does require a certain familiarity with wool/linen/etc to be able to pick out likely culprits. If you can make it work though, this is absolutely the cheapest way to get natural fabrics, and I've found it to be very worth my time.

I hope some of that helps! In general a "leave no stone unturned" method where you nab fabrics from a few different places works well, as does being willing to employ a little creativity. Best of luck with your own projects!

[thevalleyisjolly]

Critical Role parties ranked by mothers’ names

They might be sung or unsung heroes of the land, but the real question is, how well do they all know each other?  For example, what are their mothers’ names? 

Introduction

Results reflect the number of named mothers in each party divided by the total number of known mothers in each party.  “Known mothers” refers to mothers of PCs who are confirmed to exist.  In order to be a “named” mother, their names/titles must be stated in an episode of Critical Role.  Supplementary books and comics are for now excluded, although to my knowledge, this does not change the results in any substantial way.

If a character does not have a mother or mother figure (e.g. FCG, Molly, Kingsley) or does not know/remember who their parents are (e.g. Fjord, Yasha), those parents are not counted as known mothers here because it was not possible for the characters -much less the party- to know who they were/are.  At the same time, if a character does know who their parents are but it is never established whether any of those parents is a mother (e.g. Pike, Grog), they are not counted as a known mother/mother figure in the party total.

Additional notes:

Mother figures who are not formally related to party members are considered as known mothers if the characters acknowledge some type of parental/familial relationship with them (which does not equate to a mothering or a positive relationship).  Currently, this is only relevant to two PCs, Yasha and Orym.  With Yasha, the Skyspear is counted as a parental figure, although she did not consider the quality of that relationship to be mothering or positive.  With Orym, it is unclear whether he considers Nel (Derrig’s wife) to be a mother figure, although we do know that they had a good relationship and it is likely she also occupied a parental role in his life as Derrig did.

FCG, Molly, and Kingsley are unique cases of characters who came into existence under very particular circumstances.  While FCG is certainly a sentient person, he has no memory of his early years and relationships in Aeor, and they don’t appear to view their relationship with Dancer as a parent-child one.  Molly and Kingsley, on the other hand, were pieces of Lucien’s soul who became their own persons and who emphatically did not identify with or as Lucien.  Therefore, while Lucien certainly had parents, they are not counted as either Molly or Kingsley’s parents.

If party members share a mother (really just Vex and Vax), that mother only counts as one known mother for the party total and is not double-counted.

Party rosters are as listed on Encyclopedia Exandria.  This does mean that Tiberius is included for Vox Machina.  One-shot characters (Derrig, Lieve’tel, Bertrand in the case of Vox Machina) are not counted as part of the official party roster, even if they are referred to as party members in the game.

A huge shout out to Encyclopedia Exandria in general, which was a really great resource in researching the familial relationships of each character and what has come up in-game!  And now, let’s get to the stats!

Vox Machina - 6/6 (100%)

Grog - unknown Keyleth - Vilya Percy - Johanna de Rolo Pike - unknown Scanlan - Juniper Taryon - Mariya Darrington Tiberius - Penelope Vex and Vax - Elaina

The ones who started it all!  Perhaps thanks to Scanlan’s speech, Vox Machina gets a perfect score, with six out of six known mother/mother figures being named in-game.  With Pike and Grog, while we know that both characters had at least one father, we do not know the gender of their other parents, and they are therefore not counted as known mothers here.

Bonus fact: If we exclude Tiberius, Vox Machina would still be batting at 100%.

Mighty Nein - 7/7 (100%)

Beau - Clara Lionett Caduceus - Constance Clay Caleb - Una Ermendrud Essek - Deirta Thelyss Fjord - unknown Jester - Marion Lavorre Kingsley - not applicable Molly - not applicable Veth - Ashlee Smyt’hh Yasha - The Skyspear

The Mighty Nein also get a perfect score for known mothers, with seven out of seven known mother/mother figures being identified in-game.  Since we do not know any of Fjord’s or Yasha’s birth parents, they are not included as known mothers in the overall count.  Similarly, neither Molly nor Kingsley have applicable parent relationships.

Bonus fact: If we exclude the Skyspear (and her inclusion is extremely tenuous), the Mighty Nein is still at 100% when it comes to known mothers.

Bells Hells - 2/5 (40%)

Ashton - unnamed mother Bertrand - unknown Chetney - unknown Dorian - unknown Fearne - Birdie Calloway Fresh Cut Grass - not applicable Imogen - Liliana Temult Laudna - unnamed mother Orym - unnamed mother; Nel?

Bells Hells is where it gets complicated!  Out of five known mother/mother figures, only two are named, giving Bells Hells a total of 40%.  As stated above, FCG has never defined his relationship with Dancer as one of parent-child, and we do not know who Bertrand, Chetney, and Dorian’s parents are/were.  We do know that Ashton, Laudna, and Orym are all stated or shown to have a mother, although we do not know their names.  On the other hand, the mothers whom we do know have certainly made an impression as big as that red moon in the sky!

Bonus fact: Since it is not clear whether Orym also considered Nel a mother figure, she is excluded from the official count.  If she were included, she would raise Bells Hells overall total to 3/6 (50%).

Conclusion

While both Vox Machina and the Mighty Nein have a perfect score, Mighty Nein arguably has the edge over Vox Machina in terms of just having more known mothers to name.  The Mighty Nein also have the meta advantage of coming after C1, with the cast meme-ing the hell out of “What’s my mother’s name?” and making it an actual in-game icebreaker question.

Very understandably, Bells Hells has had fewer episodes than either Vox Machina or Mighty Nein at this point, so we know a little less about them.  However, it is worth mentioning that we do know a fair deal about the relationships that Bells Hells have with their families, even if we don’t know the names of their parents, and that the impact of those relationships have been markedly felt by the PCs and their personal arcs.  Someone who never appears in the narrative but their presence is felt by what grows around them, y’know?

And now, it’s only right to close with an acknowledgement of the adventuring mothers from within these parties whom we most definitely do know and love: Vex, Pike, Veth, Beau and Yasha (if they did end up adopting), and of course, Fearne <3  

#critical role #vox machina #mighty nein #bells hells #long post

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

Sliding in after that Beau/Vex anon:

I have. A leetol crackship.

Because, see, Beau and Vesper are almost the exact same age.

Imagine Thoreau trying to marry her off, Vex and Percy clueing into how much of a dick he is at some Noble Event. Suggesting 'uhhh yeah sure let's betroth her to our eldest, totally. And not just use this as an excuse to her get away from you. Not at all. Fuckshit.'

And then once Beau is in Whitestone give her free reign to do whatever she likes, make it explicitly clear the engagement was just a cover to get her out of there (which Vesper was in on because if she's half as much of a little shit as her parents she'd be game to fuck with someone similar to grandfather Syldor). Maybe use their connections to let Beau study at the Westrunn branch of the Soul, once they get the idea that she has a fondness for books.

Except SIKE Vesper and Beau end up building a rapport and falling in wuv anyways.

(I'm a simple woman: I see Beau, I see a cool, hot lady of similar age, I ship them.)

(Though Beau would 100% think Vex is hot and fight like cats and dogs with Percy, which would be half the fun)

Does it count as a crack ship if I absolutely adore it????

Because I'm just imagining Beau getting to Whitestone and expecting to be berated for her hair or her clothes or something, but instead Vesper greets her with a big smile and takes her inside where she meets Vex and Percy who explain how they basically pulled a sick stunt on Thoreau.

And it's hard at first to adjust to the difference for Beau because there's so much that reminds her of Kamordah and how suffocated she felt there. But having someone to verbally spar with (Percy) and literally spar with (Trinket) really helps her loosen up.

And Percy gets only a little bit more fond of her when he finds her in the library one night just pouring over books about Whitestone. And then very much less fond when she calls him and idiot and tells him about five things he could do to make their exports more efficient.

And Beau getting to come out of her shell and fall in love with the literal embodiment of light Vesper de Rolo? I adore it so much

#were going to call this... #beau de rolo au #critical role #vox machina #mighty nein #lis makes hcs

[givemaycoffee]

I swear it was just last weekend when I thought "I haven't seen any Vox Machina on my dash in ages! Could it be that my fave mutual has moved on from Percy de Rolo?"

The answer today, fortunately, is a definite NO. All is well in the world.

Because I can't tag-comment it: those were a delicious range of sweet to mildly spicy you posted last night. *Chef's kiss*

Hahahaha - I love you, dear 😂

The honest answer is that it’s impossible to find content 🥲 tumblr doesn’t bring it up when you search on the tag and I’ve already reblogged most of the newer stuff that does show, and many of the old artists deleted their blogs or the posts themselves.

I happened across both an old artist and a tag searching method that worked really well yesterday, hence the wild amount of content. And I always reblog this stuff immediately because I am always deeply afraid they’ll see me reblogging, remember those posts exist, and then decide to delete them or something. Or I just won’t be able to find them again. So I go on a spree, because as long as I reblog it, I’ll always have it.

So…. Yeah. No. Still 100% obsessed with my boy Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III 😂 Fave singular character ever. Delicious in every ship.

#asks #insomnikat-mused #in case this shows up when you search: to any rando look for Percy content DO NOT look at my tag for him if you don’t want spoilers! #anyhow :3 #yeah #tbh I wish there was More spicy content but I’ve discovered a shocking lack of it in this fandom #I think its because the actors were so involved and constantly looking at tags for their show and so people avoided tagging spicy content #with any of the main tags #which means they are impossible to find after the fact #also some of the best artists who did really good spicy art proceeded to delete or hide it once they caught the cast’s attention for fear #of them discovering said art #*sigh* #I understand but it still makes me so sad #I want ALL the art ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ #so #if you see a ton of posts in a row it’s because I happened across a treasure trove and went absolutely buckwild #I’ve been watching the critrole original streaming of Vox Machina and consuming copious amounts of fanfic to help fill the void of my #hyperfixation

[nylon-glowstix]

After my mom checked my candy (yes I'm 13 and she still does that) the tism started to tism and I sorted my candy from trick or treating. I have 3 Milky ways, 2 M&M's, 1 airheads, 1 100 grams bar, 2 3 musketeers, 1 smarties, 1 KitKat, 1 whoppers, 4 twizzlers, 2 jolly rancher chews, 1 jolly rancher lollipop, 5 Snickers, 3 Tootsie rolls, 3 haribo gummy packs, 2 warheads, 2 rolos, 4 Reese's, 1 sour punch roll, 1 almond joy, 3 Hershey's, and 1 American chocolate coin. Along with the two that I ate yesterday, and the one that my dad took today, I got 53 pieces of candy..... my mom thinks I'm weird (but then again she isn't wrong)

#halloween #happy halloween #trick or treat #forever young #my wrestling coach is going to hate me

[nochiquinn]

campaign 3 episode 27: eternal shiny and chrome

"I'm sure there's a reasonable…."

critical role land when

the newly refurbished chamber that was once bad

"are we good at anything?" "we're all very attractive?"

"I did miming back in my 100s"

insight check for glass

"I use minor illusion to cast glass"

be fair that was 200 years ago

see

"I stopped counting"

"and other stuff"

"how long do gnomes live?" "shit, I guess we'll find out"

"you can't come straight to the show after robbing a bank"

"escorts 😏" travis

bruce fort

"who wasn't part of the ring fiasco? fearne put your FUCKING hand down"

big whammy no money

if cumberbatch had done this I would have enjoyed sherlock a lot more

they're totally time-hopping, aren't they

oh no

samuel

crack theory: what does breaking a modify memory feel like

[gets in my imodna bunker]

the bunker is protecting me from the imodnasplosion

erika you can't romance marisha on every show

LAUDNA casts HAIR SHIELD

"I have to leave" relateable content

gay

(I KNOW what I said but I am not immune to Gay)

[shoebox project voice] I get it, I'm rocks

laura

oh this is gonna be secondhand embarrassment power hour isn't it

laura and marisha: this will be a funny thing to do to sam's character

sam: TIME TO MAKE IT SAD

sam was that on purpose

fcg's memory centers are scrambled aren't they

oh no he's flashing back to That Time

liam: I also wish to be sad

miyazaki-ass motherfucker

"you don't truly know someone - " "until you've tasted their wood 8D" taliesin

I want this animated so hard

erika loaded a bunch of "wyd ;)" in a shotgun and fired it across the table

"dusk's no good very bad evening"

"if anybody ever makes you feel bad I will FUCKING kill them"

protective ashton my beloved

"do you have an alpha in you" "I don't know" "would you like one"

chet what do you knoooow

what in the little orphan annie

c h e t n e y

"beard check" but it's for skin

I DO kinda want the NB Critrole Logo shirt

Druid Panic™

POOP GUN

"de rolo is SPINNING. generating electricity for all of whitestone."

baby's first pepperbox

oh my god imogen you can't just ask someone if they're a firbolg

"HE calls him the Rake"

big gwanda energy

is it dancer

matt just gave me a fucking doubletake lmao

what in the jak 2

…or what in the baby anakin

mala: at dusk we race

fearne no

erika in full goblin crouch

FEARNE

OHH

"sorry, dad"

it's a supremo

(I've been playing far cry)

"did you not want to play with us anymore?"

"she is purely fueled by chaos" erika or fearne

(yes)

"she saw four other rats"

87 rats in a trenchcoat

"I have handwriting"

this is the recaps in the ant-man movies

"my two favorite nightmare fuels in the same room"

"there's a singularity forming between the two of them"

"double dare!"

honestly please put delilah on drugs, just once

non-canon one-shot like grog in the battle royale with the deck of many things

erika flinging their whole little body across the table

transform and roll out

I know this was already kind of mad max but this is getting hella mad max

"fucker is your art form"

[extreme southern accent] 'cause I'm a pot-hole

("no one is going to get that" it was for me)

this is EXTREMELY mad max

FUCK FORK

this really is just petals to the metal isn't it

go-karts as a business expense

SAM

#critical role #spoilers #crititag #liveblog #reaction post

[kestrael-a]

kyssandra pls

Gives nose/forehead kisses : kynan gives forehead kisses and cass gives nose ones , just due to height differences . when cass can reach his forehead ? she'll 100% give him forehead kisses too . Gets jealous the most : i don't think . . . either of them , really ? they get protective of each other , but there's no possessive / jealous element to it . Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive : considering that kynan doesn't tend to drink and cass doesn't tend to go out without him , this situation doesn't come up very often . but if it did , kynan . Takes care of on sick days : listen , if kynan doesn't keep an eye on cass while she's sick , she will try to leave the room and go back to work . she also really would benefit from the company , and will do the same for him when he's ill . Drags the other person out into the water on beach day : i think they both goad each other into it . Gives unprompted massages : there's never any touching without asking about it first . Drives/rides shotgun : they take turns . cass is very fond of her car , but she's also fond of getting to watch kynan concentrate on something . Brings the other lunch at work : kynan . cass will forget to eat otherwise . but she'll make him have some too . Has the better parental relationship : . . . anyway . Tries to start role-playing in bed : again with the ' nothing without discussing it first ' . i don't know if either of them would bring it up . Embarrassingly drunk dancer : cassandra . Still cries watching Titanic : cass refuses to watch it lmao . Firmly believes in couples costumes : cass . . . isn't much of a costume person , honestly ? Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas : cassandra johanna von musel klossowski de rolo . Makes the other eat breakfast : both . whoever starts it gets uno reversed immediately . Remembers anniversaries : both . Brings up having kids : cassandra does , if only because she plans on bringing tess into her family , and wants to know if kynan wants to be involved .

#kynanleore #kynan leore : HIDE BEHIND MY LOVE FOR YOU. #❨ kynan / kynanleore. ❩ hide behind my love for you.

[roguelioness]

20-06-2021

Day 20 of @the-wip-project​’s 100 days of writing is about moodboards!

[note: if you’d rather not see these posts on your dash, feel free to block the “rolo does the 100″ tag!]

Now, admittedly, I’m quite bad at making moodboards (I have poor understanding of aesthetics in general, lol) but when I saw the prompt my mind went to Norah Trevelyan (which... is surprising, given that I’m not actively writing for her... what is wrong with you, brain??)

Anyway.

(is it okay to say I’m rather proud of it? because I am :D)

#100daysofwriting #rolo does the 100 #day 20 #watch my clown ass make a moodboard for a character i'm not even writing about #(yet?)

[vethbrenatto]

Caleb & his Keen Mind

Bonus ‘DM lays down the law’:

#matt 'i am incorporating struggle to deepen and enhance the narrative' mercer vs liam 'i just pick things that are in the book!' o'brien #critical role #caleb widogast #mighty nein #percy de rolo #vox machina #matthew mercer #liam o'brien #creations #i was watching the perc'ahlia supercut for Reasons and i stumbled across percy asking this and i HAD to laugh #little does tal know he will soon be in a party with keen mind wizard #matt giving liam keen mind in the early campaign: cool pick #matt 100 eps later: cool.................pick............

[angelltheninth]

NSFW Headcanons With Percy de Rolo

Pairing: Percy de Rolo x Female Reader

Tags: nsfw, sex, blowjobs, cockwarming, desk sex, quickies, cunnilingus, grinding, making out

A/N: Finally no angst! Only smutty, sexy goodness. Will combine both soon!

Percy likes to take things slow, mapping and memorizing every part of your body until he can make you come with his eyes closed

Cockwarming is one if his favorite things, he likes having you sitting in his lap, his cock inside you as he works

He likes blowjobs too but he finds them way too distracting when he's trying to work and you're sucking him off under the desk, still he can't bring himself to push you away, now when your mouth feels so warm around his cock

He'll put his hands on your hand and gently guide your pace, speaking to you softly, encouraging you further

If he's eating you out, you bet that he'll take his sweet time with you, his hands on your hips, coming to flick your clit every now and then as his mouth moves agonizingly slow trough your folds

Bending you over his desk is something he does only if you're both really, really horny and need a quick release, usually he likes to take it nice and slow

That's not to say he can't get rough, especially when you get further along in your relationship

He likes to pull you into his lap to make out, slowly inching his hands under your clothes to pinch your nipples

Percy loves using his fingers to make you come

He's 100% a switch

He loves to see you moaning uncontrollably under him as much as he likes to see you riding his cock

He melts if you kiss his hands and fingers

Even more so if you suck on them

If he's taking you from behind then he will always put his fingers in your mouth and move them along with his hips, loving the way you moan and swirl your tongue around them

He's not a fan of being restrained himself, but if you're into that he has no problem with keeping your hands pinned above your head or your back

Percy bruises quite easily so when ever you leave hickyes or any other kinds of marks he always asks you to leave them in places he can cover up

Not a big fan of making, or leaving, a mess so he will always clean up afterwards, and that includes you

You can always expect a warm, relaxing bath afterwards, with tons of kisses and words of praise and affection

#critical role #critical role x reader #percy de rolo #percy x reader #percy de rolo x reader #critrole x reader #tlovm #tlovm x reader #the legend of vox machina #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii #percival de rolo #percy de rolo imagine #vox machina #vox machina x reader #percy de rolo x female reader #percy x female reader #critical role smut #vox machina smut #percy de rolo smut

[faeruy]

Okay, so after seeing the portrait of the de Rolos, I have SO many headcanons about the kids, and I just need to write them down or they will drive me nuts.

- Vesper definitely inherited both of her parents' charm and intelligence and especially her mother's love of bargaining. She is 100% scarier than both of them when it comes to political/social acumen and you absolutely don't want to be on the other side in a debate with her. She has no mercy, and you will lose. Her favorite adults are probably Zahra (for style) and Grog - she probably enjoys addressing him by his full title.

-Wolfe is a tinkerer like Percy, and probably the most mechanically-minded out of the de Rolo kids. He's a bit of a fusspot though, and likes to keep things neat and tidy; he would never show up to a society function in the same clothes he worked in. Probably a bit of a know-it-all, and between him and Leona likely caused many tutors to quit. He likes hearing about Tary's creations, though he doesn't see him much, and otherwise looks up to his dad immensely.

- Leona is scientifically minded, but she's way more reckless - like 'cannonballing with pure sodium' reckless. Probably enjoys chemistry/blowing things up. I also see her as the one who ends up going the furthest away from Whitestone when she's older; she'll be an adventurer for sure; possibly even falling in with a pirate crew just for the hell of it. There's a period of her teenage years where she and Vex just DO NOT understand each other at all; they can push each others buttons in the worst way. She probably enjoys hanging out with Lady Kima and hearing her stories.

- As a note about the twins, while they do have some kind of a bond between them, I don't think it looks anything like Vax and Vex; they have a stronger home life and don't need to rely on each other in quite the same way. There's no 'do not go far from me' with these two. I can see Wolfe getting annoyed with Leona's pranking and Leona thinking he needs to lighten up. I can also see them getting annoyed at times at being referred to as the 'twins' - very determined to forge their own individual identities. They still have each other's back when it counts, especially when it comes to sibling rivalry wars.

-Vax'ildan - he's the kid most comfortable with the natural world. Loves animals, especially Trinket and Charlie, and always gets really excited when Auntie Keyleth comes to visit. Probably the most likely to shy away from large gatherings and society, and is definitely curious about places like the Feywild. Can see him learning ranger/druid skills and one day either joining the Ashari or just becoming the protector of the forests outside Whitestone.

Gwendolyn - Sweetest tiefling girl ever, and kind of everyone's favorite. Definitely inherited her parent's charm. Definitely has some devastating questions about why she's so different from her siblings, and Percy and Vex have spent a lot of time talking about how much to tell her and when (and also how much to tell her siblings, because they also have questions. Wolfe probably does his own research and brings theories to the table). Gwendolyn is the most likely to end up studying magic in some form or another, and probably adores going into Gilmore's shop.

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AFC Richmond as boyfriends

Here’s a lil headcanon collection of our favorite himbos as boyfriends.

I did it again for the staff (: AFC Richmond Staff as partners

A/N: Definitely didn’t put everyone but these were my top ones and it’s 2 AM so imma leave it here.

Sam Obisanya

The absolute sweetest man you have ever met

Such a softie, very concerned about making sure you’re happy and comfortable with whatever choices you make together.

He always picks the most random times to surprise you with things; showing up at your work randomly for lunch or with coffee/tea, random little souvenirs from his away games.

He’s always putting himself second and sometimes you have to remind him “hey, babe, you can do things for yourself, you deserve nice things too.”

Just, compliments galore with him. He’ll always find a way to compliment you on something.

The most cuddly person ever, he loves public affection (hand holding, piggy backing, hugging, kissing if it’s not raunchy, etc), he really just likes showing you off because he feels like the luckiest man in the world to have you.

He takes his time with your relationship, letting it bloom and grow at it’s own pace.

There aren’t many fights between you, hardly ever, the last “fight” you had was because you couldn’t unanimously decide which dog to rescue. The solution? You adopted both, now you share a one-eyed Jack Russell Terrier named Starro and a three legged German Shepherd puppy named Harry (Pawter. He was so proud at his pun when he showed you the then 3-month old puppy.)

Again, just the sweetest, more romantic man you’ve ever met and ever will meet.

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Isaac McAdoo

Man’s stubborn.

I mean it, he is as stubborn as a mule.

I’M DEAD SERIOUS, he once pouted for 5 days when you accidentally ate the last Rolo in the flat.

But he’s also romantic in a sort of rugged way?

He won’t go shopping with you but he knows what colors look best on you, he knows what styles look good on you, and he has your sizes and shades memorized.

Bear.

Mr. sometimes-crank-teddy-bear over here.

He’ll say he doesn’t want something but he will eat half of your food if given the chance. If you step away from your food to get a drink or something, there will be a good part mission when you get back.

Its a tradition to go on a date the morning of a game, and snuggle up with a movie after the game.

You have had more than a few drunk texts from him, all of them equally funny and full of sexual innuendos.

You don’t address his Rolo addiction. It could be something much worse anyway.

Richard Montlaur

So many visits to the goat farm he was raised on!

He really has to drag you back to London after visiting his parents because you don’t want to leave all the precious goats (and you and his parents get along famously).

You spend alternating holidays with each others families (except for Bastille day, you always spend that either together or with his family.)

There are always roses in your shared flat.

It’s a constant battle over his facial hair.

He has a grudge against the way the English make French pastries.

He has a habit of falling asleep on the couch or in uncomfortable positions and then wondering why his back or neck hurts.

Little spoon.

He’s teaching you French.

This man is a smooth operator, master at flirtation and romance. He’s good at planning romantic dates and outtings.

Dani Rojas

You 100% believe his mom when she says he was born caffeinated.

One of your first dates was a Mumford and Sons concert which was an interesting experience.

Soft boi hours with him. He’s a lil puppy dog.

Does this man ever sleep? Rarely.

He rises with the son and wants to get the day started immediately but he’s mostly letting you sleep in now.

He LOVES trying new things, exploring new places, generally having new experiences.

His absolute favorite thing to do when he’s not training is playing football (or any game, really) with the kids in your neighborhood. They all love him.

He’s a sweet boyfriend, not as sweet as Sam but he’s a close second.

You alternate who plans date night. You split the chores 50/50 but divvy it up if one of you is sick or has more work to do.

There’s so much alcohol in your flat its unreal.

You usually go to sleep before him but he has a bad habit of throwing himself into bed and partially waking you.

He makes the best breakfast most mornings.

And don’t forget the trips back home to visit his family in Guadalajara.

After a long day of training, he loves just laying down with his head on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair.

Jamie Tartt (Season 1)

FUCK NO

Jamie Tartt (Season 2)

On your first date you got drunk and bonded over shitty fathers.

Not that either of you really remembered the next day, you were both too hungover to immediately recall the night.

His love language is kind words.

At the start he needed a lot of reassuring that you did care about him for who he was, warts and all.

He’s slightly awkward when it comes to romantic gestures so most of the date planning falls on you don’t mind.

He still has some high maintenance behavior but he’s working on it and you’re proud of how far he’s come from the prick he used to be.

Your fights are usually over petty shit like where to eat for dinner or what movie to go see.

He will not hesitate to buy your feminine products for you. He knows your preferred brands and sizes and what treats you like when its that time.

He’s good at those rigged carnival games, the many little stuffed animals in your closet can attest to that.

He talks in his sleep. It’s all nonsense.

He has a soft spot for the neighbor’s cat (and cats in general).

Roy Kent

Rugged.

He’s great to snuggle up to.

The man is honest to boot. He doesn’t sugar coat anything at all.

10/10 times he will go down on you if asked. He’s a giver.

He is the heaviest sleeper in the world. You don’t know why he bothers setting alarms.

Phoebe has a room at your flat and spends so much time with you both.

Many nights have been spent reading different books on the couch together.

He has to clean the drains since 75% of it is his.

Fuck is a very versatile word in your home, used daily.

Not the most romantic man alive but he has his moments.

Date nights are usually relaxed and proper but sometimes you can make the old man have a little fun.

He growls at least a dozen times a day, it’s his main response.

Jan Maas

My beloved

My sweet, beloved Jan who can’t/won’t use a filter to save his life.

He’s blunt in everything and sometimes it makes you want to slap him.

Jan is still getting used to English ways and mannerisms.

He has good intentions but sometimes needs a little help with wording.

He likes going on Aquarium dates.

The more tired he is, the clingier he is and it’s too cute.

Once after a game he plopped onto the couch next to you and basically tried to curl up in your lap.

He can make amazing pancakes.

Thats it though.

You’ll do most of the cooking if you value living in a flat that’s not on fire.

He’s a sweetheart though.

Mostly good intentions though.

Doesn’t mind nudity and had to quickly be reined in by the team. Not at home though.

At home he can easily be found lounging in boxers and a t-shirt while he sips coffee.

He knows what he’s doing.

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