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I posted 84 times in 2022

That's 84 more posts than 2021!

61 posts created (73%)

23 posts reblogged (27%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@romeoandjulietyouwish

@ghostofwhitestone

@rosegrlwrites

@katia-dreamer

@rp-meme-glaceon

I tagged 72 of my posts in 2022

Only 14% of my posts had no tags

#rosegrlwrites - 67 posts

#critical role - 60 posts

#bells hells - 37 posts

#cr campaign three - 34 posts

#cr campaign 3 - 32 posts

#imogen temult - 18 posts

#orym of the air ashari - 17 posts

#cr imogen - 17 posts

#cr orym - 17 posts

#critical role imogen - 16 posts

Longest Tag: 47 characters

#because she was am idiot and posted this at 8am

My Top Posts in 2022:

She was brought to dinner by a woman named Delilah.

"I mean, I remember quite a lot, for better or worse. My parents thought that getting an invitation to the palace, to the castle, to meet the Lord and Lady Briarwood was a great boon. We were promised a wonderful feast and an amazing party. We were told we were going to be serving a greater purpose for Whitestone."

Orym froze.

"Laudna?"

"Hm?"

"You know what's interesting about you?"

"Hmm. Well, I would hope a great deal of many things."

"There's the obvious, but you are the happiest person in this bunch."

"Of course. The worst thing that's ever happened to me has already happened."

"What the fuck is up with that?"

"I remember being tossed clothes to wear—it was actually quite fantastic. And then...the rest is a little fuzzy. They dragged me away, separated me from my parents. Next thing I remember is waking up, being hung from a tree. It was the Sun Tree, actually. Quite a spectacle. Oh! And there's these—"

Laudna pulled the small ear cuffs she wore off, showing the jagged tips of her ears.

"They cut my ears to make them pointy, to further match whatever warning signal I was."

We have to help them. We're did this to her. We're the reason she was on that tree in the first place.

And Vox Machina, mighty Vox Machina, keeps to the square's outskirts. Percy and Vax notice it first.

Eight bodies, hanging from the Sun Tree. One for each of them.

Each of the bodies dressed and set as a message.

A message received, and left for another party, years later, to find.

39 notes - Posted October 14, 2022

@ghostofwhitestone was doing HCs around Orym/Will a while ago, and I had described a little thing in my ask and it just has not gotten out of my head, so here's a tiny drabble with my original thoughts and theirs included.

The house after the funeral is quiet. Weirdly quiet. Orym doesn't think the house has ever been this quiet.

Everyone is just sort of...staring. Nel's been crying since the funeral, and she's still sniffling, wiping her eyes with her handkerchief every so often. When they got back, Maeve made tea, but it's still sitting on the table where she placed it.

"Do you remember the time Will fell out of a tree watching you train?" The entire group looked at Berenie. "He had climbed up into the branches and just stared for...I don't even know how long. He leaned forward too far and the branch snapped and you could hear it through all of Zephrah. He wouldn't talk about it for a week—just get all red when anybody mentioned it."

"There was the time he almost burnt down the house making dinner." Lita added.

"The chicken." Orym laughed quietly.

"He ruined half the flower garden training once." Nel sniffled. "Then he ruined it again picking ones for you."

"There was the time you two went stargazing and he didn't think to tell us." Maeve laughed. "We all thought you two had run off in the middle of the night until we found you both dead asleep in the grove."

"First time you sparred, he almost knocked you unconscious with the wooden sword. Didn't want to spar for a week after that." Derrig added, with nods from Nel.

And the stories keep going. Their first date, ruined by the rain. The first time Will took Orym home and all the sisters doted on him, asking him all sorts of things. Will proposing before Orym had a chance to. They're all teary again as Orym jumps in.

"One of the dates—I think the one before the stargazing—we just sat and talked for the longest time and we started talking about what we would do if we got married and what would happen in the future and where we would—" A broken sob is wracked from the halfling, torn from somewhere deep inside of him as he talks. "—where we would go after we got married and what he'd wear and what everything would look like—and where we would go if we ever decided to leave the Blades—he went on about seeing everything and anything—"

"—Oh, Orym." Nel quietly moved beside him as he broke down into tears.

"And now we never will." He sobbed.

"I know, darling."

And the fact is that Orym knows too. It's come crashing far too hard and far too fast and he's falling into the fact that Will is gone much more than he ever truly wants to.

And yet, he'll be caught. Although Will may be gone, his family is not.

46 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

Following threads. Dark fey influences. Members of the Cerberus Assembly. Power players in Marquet. One month out from trouble. Stay the course?

The words come through as Keyleth sits in the garden after a meeting. They're not from anyone she's ever heard before, but she knows who they're from. This is not good. Not what she expected, either.

"I thank you for the message, whoever you are. This is disconcerting news. Stay the course carefully. I'll pull threads on my end. Stay safe."

Keyleth takes a breath, steeling herself in the comfort of the garden. She is going to need help.

48 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

Whenever Ashton gets a migraine from his powers or his head, each Hell has their own little way of helping.

If they're inside for the day, Imogen sets up the Dancing Lights around the room to keep it just lit enough for everyone else without making the headache worse.

Fearne uses her Ice Knife as an ice pack for when he needs it, and keeps a small mix of flowers to smell when it gets bad.

Orym keeps Gust handy if a smell gets particularly bad, but can Druidcraft little flowers to smell if Ash needs it.

Laudna is particularly handy with her Ray of Frost if a lot of things hurt, but tends to just keep anyone trying to interact with Ash away by simply being a little scary to them.

FCG tends to be avoided by Ash at all costs unless it gets incredibly bad. Then the aeormaton finds them.

Chetney is like a non-magical Laudna. Scary when someone gets close, but checks in every so often to make sure they're still doing okay.

71 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

If someone tried, the blend of anticipation, tension and pure worry could be cut with a knife across the small room in Pike's home.

They are so close to getting Laudna back. Well, hopefully. The threat of Delilah reappearing still looms over their head, a darker presence among them.

"Everlight, please bring these friends together."

Orym blooms the brightest poppies to frame Laudna's face, the bright red against the inky expanse of her hair and pale frame.

And FCG tries, their attempt at compelling her back into reality fading to the edges of whatever magical energy is working its charm.

And Imogen tries, tears running down her face, terrified of losing her again.

And there's a collective release of breath as the Hells find Laudna amongst them again.

And she's in Whitestone, but it feels more like home than before. Like some sort of dream, rather than a nightmare.

74 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

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