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@divinesouldariax
it is their day.....they are the 5 year old........
[id: a meme edited to read "ppl who celebrate fictional character birthdays are annoying pass it on / FUCK this post and happy birthday the crown keepers" with three official art pieces of the crown keepers beside it.]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role: Campaign 3 - Bells Hells (Web Series), Critical Role: Exandria (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ashton Greymoore & Milo Krook Characters: Ashton Greymoore, Milo Krook Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Platonic Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Platonic Relationships, Past Character Death, Ashton Greymoore Swears, Aromantic Ashton Greymoore, (implied) - Freeform, Abandonment Issues Summary:
Ashton notices something interesting while cutting Milo’s hair.
(For @noromogiftexchange’s Subverting Romantic Expectations prompt week! Day one: Soulmates)
more milo sketches!!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Ashton is an earth genasi in the same way that pyrite is a precious metal- which is to say that he fucking isn’t.
(A brief exploration of Ashton’s place in the genasi diaspora.)
murray's boobs of holding... who knows what spell components might be in there...
You can’t scare me, I learned how to play “Hot Cross Buns” on the recorder in elementary school.
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What if I became briefly insane over Qoniira / Niirdal-Poc / Elam Genar / Tetrarch Umejii again. Would u guys still.like me
still not over dariax zaveon and i never shall be
a place to rest
im entitled to one (1) drabble per calendar year. this may become a series of drabbles eventually, themed around sleep.
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“This cannot be fucking comfortable.”
It’s kind of comfortable, a little. Ashton’s fingers moving through Milo’s hair is very comfortable, as is his body heat soaking into their side. The angle of their spine is less comfortable. The throbbing headache that originates behind their eyes, crawls down the bridge of their nose and across their cheeks to wind back up to their temples and around their ears, is not fucking comfortable.
Nor is the sticky dryness of their eyes. Milo keeps blinking- they can’t tell if it stings less to have their eyes open or closed. Their throat is also dry as hell despite how much water they’ve been drinking, but it doesn’t hurt as much when they’re not talking. So Milo gives an ambivalent hum in response.
Ashton tugs on a handful of curls- not hard, but enough to get Milo to blink a couple more times. “You’re really fucking pushing it. Seventy hours seems a bit fuckin’ excessive, don’t you think?”
“Can’t sleep,” Milo mutters against Ashton’s clavicle. “Too much to do.”
“But you’re not getting shit done like this.”
“‘was before you came in here. Distracting me.”
“Liar. You were staring at the wall like a zombie. You’ve got two more tries to out-logic me before I carry your ass to bed, by the way,” Ashton warns.
Milo groans. The seventy-hour mark had crept up on them faster than they thought- it started off as just a terrible insomnia night, followed by restless manic energy carrying them through a second night, and by then they felt so shit that staying distracted with work was way more appealing than actually trying to sleep. They know they need rest, but something about it just feels like sinking-
“Don’t wanna sleep.”
Ashton tugs their hair again. “Don’t fuckin’ care, you need to anyway. Last chance.”
Fuck. They’re out of ideas. They gun for a compromise, instead. “c’n I sleep here?”
“Nope.” Ashton lowers his hand to brace between Milo’s shoulder and then leans forward to slip his other arm beneath the backs of their knees. Milo does nothing but make a low groaning noise of protest as Ashton scoops them up in a bridal carry. “Bedtime, idiot.”
Critmas Wishing Tree 2025 Fics
hi hello! this year marks my fuckin COMEBACK as a fic writer. i had an absolute ball participating in @critmaswishingtree this past december/current january. it was truly a gift to create things for other critters, share many laughs and some writing woes, and to get closer to folks who also love this wonderful liveplay.
here's the shit i wrote if anyone is interested!!
Equine Education - Imogen and Fresh Cut Grass bond while traveling to the Heartmoor Hamlet. Takes place during ep17, friendly convos about horses and home!
what we leave behind - pre-campaign lifespan angst focusing on the Nobodies. Life isn't fucking easy in Bassuras. Sometimes you lose people, but you have to keep moving.
An Emergency Shift at the Archenade - Fresh Archenade hire Bolaire Lathalia handles a rogue artifact like an absolute badass, flexing some ancient knowledge along the way.
fancy for the flesh in this restricted fascination - Wicander needs to 'butch it up' and makes a public example of Tyranny, demonstrating aaaall the places the Light can reach when one spreads themself- I mean opens themself- I mean- Winter's Crest at the Krook House - pre-campaign holiday happiness for Jrusar's best relationship anarchist polycule! Featuring some punk queer love, cultural connectedness, learning to understand pain and disability, and appreciation for the arts. I'm actually gonna make a much longer post about this particular fic soon, and I'll add that into the author's notes once it's finished!
Murray's Boobs of Holding - no description needed. This'll also get its own post soon.
(many of these fics were proofread by dear friends, many thanks to you guys<33)
once again, my endless thanks to the critrole wishing tree for this amazing opportunity, and SO many thanks to everyone involved! i'm proud of everyone, and i'm wishing everyone a very merry critmas and a happy new year!
sketchin my fave guy
hey anyone who wants to cry about milashton should absolutely listen to relax/divide by hail the sun
feeling absolutely insane about how dnd's storytelling limits re: npc screentime resulted in milo having massive narrative weight right before the start of the campaign, but not being fleshed out whatsoever, and therefore becoming little more than a pillar of care for ashton. which then begets an abundance of implied loneliness, anxiety, etc., when ashton is out of the picture. and how much that SUCKS!! matthew mercer i am begging for some closure for these charas.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role: Exandria (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Orym/Will of the Air Ashari (Critical Role), Ashton Greymoore/Orym/Dorian Storm Characters: Orym (Critical Role), Will of the Air Ashari (Critical Role), Ashton Greymoore, Dorian Storm Additional Tags: Modern AU, Dreams, Fluff, Hibernating Halflings, something sweet for the holidays Summary:
A dream of a Winter’s Crest past, the sweet reality of a Winter’s Crest present.
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Dedicated to all the Halflings in Hell. I’m glad to be in such good company.
Table to Screen: Episode 81 - What Lies beneath the Surface
my name is Pin i run around and like to jump on leaves on ground.
and when the boy puts me away i pop right out i do not stay
my name is Pin i am not dead but u can see my ear is red
i am not strong i do not scare instead i ask for cloth to wear
my friend is Wulf and i am Pin we both like pats upon our chin
we play all day and when it’s night we curl right up we snuggle tight
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btw these are on ao3!
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role: Aramán (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Thaisha Lloy/Vaelus Characters: Thaisha Lloy, Vaelus (Critical Role), Occtis Tachonis, Julien Davinos, Aranessa Royce Additional Tags: Flowers, Kissing, it’s not that deep, unless it is, Tea Summary:
Thaisha’s never heard of anyone growing a flower based off of a half second’s glimpse of dried petals and drinking a cup of tea, but it doesn’t feel like it should be an impossible task. She had experienced the flower after all, just not in the usual way.
Thaisha closes her eyes, focusing on the reddish-pink hue of the petals, on the tartness that still rests on her tongue and her memory. She feels something stir, not only in her cupped hands, but low in her gut and high in her mind, unfamiliar but not unpleasant. The first thing she sees when she opens her eyes is the trumpet shaped flower that’s bloomed in her hands, red petals wide and ruffled.
The first thing she hears is something that sounds like a sob.
“Do you know what you’ve done?”
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So you know the Tumblr writing meme that’s “I wish you would write a fic where….” and maybe you’ll like, write a small snippet of it? Yeah, apparently I just use that to write whole actual fics now.
For @floralprintsharks
