#this really is a put the blorbo in a blender fic. it DOES actually have comfort in it in the last chapter

[saturdaysky]

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Three roses? Two scenes of Essek whump for you, my friend, both taken from the second chapter of my Trent-nabs-Essek-after-Vergessen-Heist fic. This chapter is outsider POV by a scourger-in-training sitting in on the interrogation.

(CW: blood, torture, Trent Ikithon) [Snip 1: Essek attempts to bargain. Trent has been rooting around in his head the past few days and has pulled up a lot of dunamancy knowledge, but Essek has resisted giving up info about the Nein]

Master Ikithon gestures for the prisoner to speak, the rings on his hands glinting in the dim light. “What do you ask for this deal?”

The drow smiles a politician's smile, polished and regal despite the fact he is listing heavily to one side. He does not quite manage to focus on their faces.

“Two items," he says through bloody teeth. "The first: cease pursuit of the Nein. The second: ensure my body is found to have been taken by some hazard of the North. Mauled by beasts, perhaps. Do not leave the body a mouth to speak."

Amusement plays over the Master’s expression, but this has caught his interest. He leans forward slightly, tracing his eyes over the drow's face. "Are you asking for us to set beasts upon you? We can oblige, but that is not the negotiating tactic I expected, Shadowhand."

The prisoner smiles that same placid smile, though the edges of it are grim. "I am asking that a body identifiable as myself be found to have been taken by a natural threat, not a political one. Surely, it is in both our interests to prevent another war." His head lolls forward before he jerks it back into place, blinking his way back to focus. "Whether the body is mine or another's will not be a decision I can make, I think."

[Snip 2: later in the interrogation, after Trent has left]

He jerks and lets out a sound that is nearly a sob. At first she thinks it is pain at his hands, but then he begins to speak. His affect has been flattened, gilded voice turned to lead.

“Jester. It is good to hear from you. I am fine, but…” His voice wavers. His eyes flick up to meet hers; resolve settles in his face before he drops his gaze to the wreck at the end of his wrists.

“I am a coward,” he says firmly. “I ran to keep myself safe. I am sorry.”

When he finishes, he does not look up again. He simply sits like he is waiting for a blow, then flinches. Another Sending, then. She fixes the words of the first into her memory, and waits for him to speak.

“I’m sorry,” he replies. “Save the world. Be safe. I will not be back. My supplies at the outpost are yours, should you require.” He stops talking, nearly long enough for the spell to drop. She can see his throat working as he fights to keep his tone even.

 “I am glad to have met you,” he whispers, eyes closed. The last four words did not make it before the drop of the spell, she is sure. From the way his voice breaks on the last syllables, he knows that, too.

#my writing #critical role #essek thelyss #trent ikithon #cw torture #this really is a put the blorbo in a blender fic. it DOES actually have comfort in it in the last chapter #whump #cw blood

[demonicpiano]

I’m so late but for the blorbo bingo 👀 Canada? and Russia maybe? 👀

Blorbo Bingo Oooh, Canada and Russia, they're my faves alongside America and England! I love all the Allies, actually—I'm always a sucker for protags. 🤠

Canada:

HE IS. A LAD. SQUISH HIM. SAD LITTLE SACK. SO CUTE. AUGH. He is super cute, though other characters have moved up and over him as my super ultra faves in the last couple of years. He can be so melodramatic but I also feel bad for him but also I like to see more of him that isn't 'oh no invisible' and 'passive aggressive Canadian.' I LOVE the nods to him getting high and going surfing and being just as goofy like America. Put him in a blender like the rest of them, I wanna see what he does. >:) BINGO.

Russia:

AHHH HAVE YOU SEEN THAT MAN'S TITTIES OMG HELP ME. SUPER SQUISH. Now I got two statements here for him: aww poor baby...but also please get therapy. He's definitely got problems that he needs to unpack like a whole ass U-Haul. Sometimes he do be trying, and I hope his character gets better with it instead of running in circles like, "Why does nobody like me, why am I so lonely!" There are reasons for that, my good sir.

Back in ye olde days in fandom he was almost always the serial killer/molester/villain, so anytime I see Russia as the 'bad guy' in fics I'm like ohhh boy here we go again, even though it may not end up as him being evil for the sake of being evil. I don't torment this man too much, he had it plenty enough, and that's a good reason why he's the way he is in the first place, but also ALL OF THEM been through shit? I like Russia in theory but then I see him be really REALLY oblivious in the strips and keep shooting himself in the foot, then the fandom comes and he's this grizzled, chiseled grunty bear of a motherfucker. 😂 I like the Russia that's in my head, same with Belarus. BINGO.

#Piano keys #THANK YOU RIVA AHHH AUTISM BLAST #hetalia #hws #hws Canada #hws Russia