all i had were my words.

life changes, it evolves, it grows. 

[falchioned]

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄! this is an independent, selective writing blog run by achilles featuring fjord stone from critical role. i am not affiliated with the creators of this media and the characters belong to their respective creators. give my rules a read before interacting with me.    

because of fjord’s story & setting, this writing blog will explore some dark themes. triggering material will be tagged upon request. this blog, like all my muses, is a sideblog to @miscelliany​. all follows will come from there.

[candyflossmemes]

spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle.

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

[jvstdont-deactivated20231103]

her expression is tight, glancing up and down @miscelliany, taking in the half orc in his entirety before her features broke out into a smile, nodding her head. he'd grown with every time the nein had come over to meet. " you're a good man, fjord. you have done a good job. "

[falchioned]

there’s  a  certain  reverence  with  which  he  treats  marion.  hearing  the  way  jester  speaks  of  her—with  profound  love,  with  ardent  admiration—makes  the  ruby  of  the  sea  not  corporeal,  but  mythic.  speaking  with  her  feels  like  stepping  into  a  story,  speaking  to  an  elegant  fairy  tale  queen.  something  tense,  something  nervous  inside  him  relaxes  slightly  at  her  smile.  “that…means  very  much  coming  from  you,”  he  says,  taking  a  few  steps  forward.  “i’ve  tried  hard  to  protect  jester  on  our  travels.”  

[captainofthetidesbreath]

The Mighty Nein Reunited, Part 1 // Travis Willingham on Twitter // The Mighty Nein Origins: Fjord Stone // MNR, Part 1 // Campaign 2, Episode 91: Stone to Clay // MNO: Fjord Stone // MNR, Part 2 // Fjord Playlist #2 // C2, Episode 8: The Gates of Zadash // C2, Episode 78: Between the Lines // C2, Episode 96: Family Shatters // C2, Episode 91: Stone to Clay // MNO: Fjord Stone // MNO: Fjord Stone // MNR, Part 1 // MNO: Fjord Stone

[falchioned]

There  was  no  greater  joy,  the  tiefling  was  certain,  that  could  compare  to  the  life  that  Fjord  and  @cupcaketrickster had  settled  into.  She  knew  that  she  would  love  their  time  at  sea  and  she  was…  adjusting  and  learning  how  to  be  a  hopefully  decent  first  mate.  The  unexpected  joy,  though,  came  from  their  home.  Even  as  she  was  painting  the  walls,  there  was  still  a  bit  of  shock  that  this  was  their  place.  It  made  her  smile,  and  in  the  lighter  joy,  it  made  an  idea  spark  in  her  head.  Shifting  to  look  to  the  half-orc,  teasingly,  she  took  her  brush  and  booped  it  on  his  nose,  leaving  a  little  blob  of  paint,  a  challenge  on  his  skin,  “Paint  with  me?”

fjord  has  always  loved  life  at  sea.  rolling  waves,  a  rocking  deck,  even  tumultuous  storms  felt  like  familiar  in  a  way  unlike  any  place  on  land.  save,  that  is,  for  the  home  he  and  jester  built  together.  it  was  filled  with  mementos  from  their  beach  trips:  summer  wear  strewn  about  the  room,  colorful  seashells  lining  the  windowsills,  pieces  of  sea  glass  hung  from  the  ceiling  with  twine  that  scatter  colorful  light  across  the  floor.  the  most  beautiful  feature  of  their  home  was  the  mural  jester  painted  on  the  wall,  developing  it  more  and  more  with  their  every  return  home.  he  watched  her  turn  to  him,  paintbrush  still  balanced  it  her  fingers,  and  knew  immediately  what  was  going  to  happen  next.  protestation  was  useless.  he  laughed  as  the  brush  swipes  his  nose,  and  he  catches  jester’s  hand  in  his  own.  “alright,  i  will!”  with  his  thumb,  he  wipes  the  paint  from  his  nose  and  holds  it  above  the  mural.  “where  should  i  add  this  paint,  hm?”

[falchioned]

The  rest  of  the  Mighty  Nein  had  agreed  to  give  her  a  moment,  and  Jester  intended  to  keep  it  that  way.  The  longer  it  took  them  now,  the  longer  Fjord  was  with  the  enemy  (  was,   @cupcaketrickster  refused  to  think  of  anything  else  ).  Being  home  now…  it  made  her  stomach  churn,  and  now,  alone,  tears  slide  down  her  face.    The  place  feels  so…  empty.  She  sits  on  the  floor,  and  she  looked  about  the  space,  trying  her  best  to  not  drown  in  memories,  they  will  make  it  worse.  

  a  fierce  tidal  current  sweeps  fjord  in  its  flood,  forcing  him  deeper  underwater.  dark,  icy  water  churns  around  him.  forcing  his  arms  and  legs,  sluggish  from  the  chill,  to  fight  the  current  is  futile.  infrequent  lightning  strikes  at  surface  have  long  since  vanished  under  the  oppressive  oceanic  darkness.  fjord’s  back  slams  into  a  massive  figure  with  the  force  of  the  tide.  instinctively  he  cries  out,  lungs  filling  with  briny  seawater.  a  hand  reaches  back  to  brace  himself  against  the  figure  he  struck.  his  heart  drops  when  fjord  places  his  palm  against  slick  scales.  

  She  instead  breathes  in  and  out,  pulling  out  the  little  wire  from  her  pouch,  and  holding  it  to  her  lips.  

  behind  him,  a  great  eye  snaps  open.  its  sickly,  yellow  light  draws  sharp  contrast  with  the  surrounding  darkness.  a  low,  familiar  voice  reverberates  through  the  water.  TRAITOR.  standing  out  even  amid  seawater,  there’s  an  acute,  icy  sensation  in  the  center  of  fjord’s  chest.  FOR  YOUR  BETRAYAL,  YOU  WILL  EXPERIENCE  THE  DEPTHS  OF  LOSS.  a  burst  of  lightning  briefly  illuminates  the  leviathan’s  form.  the  dreadful  sound  of  splitting  wood  pierces  the  water.  fjord  tears  his  gaze  away  from  the  eye  before  him,  searching  for  the  sound’s  source.  in  seconds,  what  remains  of  a  ship—his ship—plunges  through  the  water.  though  the  wreck  is  distant,  he  can  make  out  humanoid  forms  caught  in  the  rigging.  one  figure,  thrashing  against  the  ship’s  weight  bears  curved  horns.  jester.  without  hesitation  fjord  reaches  for  her,  trying  to  swim  to  the  wreck.  the  icy  feeling  in  his  chest  intensifies,  sapping  the  energy  from  his  body.  fjord  is  unable  to  move,  unable  to  think.  he  drifts  before  the  eye,  his  own  vision  beginning  to  slip  away.  FOR  YOUR  BETRAYAL,  YOU  WILL  SUFFER.  

  fjord’s  eyes  snap  open  as  he  wakes.  for  the  first  time  in  months,  he  vomits  seawater.  as  it  spills  onto  the  forest  floor,  his  memories  of  the  night’s  true  events  return  to  him.  he’d  stepped  away  from  jester  after  healing  her.  he’d  pushed  the  cloven  crystal  into  his  chest.  he’d  joined  uk’otoa’s  mage,  feeling  its  hooked  fingers  take  ahold  of  his  arm  with  one  hand  and  cast  a  teleportation  spell  with  the  other.  when  they  arrived  at  the  cyrios  end  forest,  a  scion  struck  the  pommel  of  its  blade  hard  against  his  temple.  now,  he  wakes  slung  over  the  storm  giant’s  shoulder,  with  the  taste  of  seawater  on  his  tongue  and  jester’s  voice  in  his  aching  head.  

  “Fjord?”  She  paused,  trying  her  best  to  think  on  what  she  was  saying  and  keep  herself  collected.  It  had  to  work…  It  had  to  work  and  he  had  to  know.  “At  home  with  Nein.  Crew  staying  at  mamma’s.  We’re  safe.  We’re  coming  for  you,  Stay  safe,  respond  if  able,  be  there  soon.  I  love-“  You.  Fuck.  Leaning  back  and  closing  her  eyes,  hoping  he  could  hear,  hoping  it  would  prove  he  was  okay…  

fjord’s  voice  is  weaker  than  he  intends.  “…you?”  he  smiles  slightly.  “it’s  good  you’re  safe.”  he  swallows  hard.  “stay  with  the  nein.  protect  them  as  they  protect  you  until…i  see  you  again.  i  love  you…so  much."  

[falchioned]

@catharsy: 💬 - from veth!

send me 💬 and i will make you a starter with a random line of dialogue.

“what’s  in  that  bag  and  why  are  you  hiding  it  in  here?“

[falchioned]

@catharsy: 💬 - from beau!

send me 💬 and i will make you a starter with a random line of dialogue.

“how  long  have  you  been  standing  there?“

[falchioned]

@willowdied : 💬 beau?

send me 💬 and i will make you a starter with a random line of dialogue.  

“i  don’t  think  i  could  live  alone  again.  ”

[falchioned]

@willowdied : 💬 jester?

send me 💬 and i will make you a starter with a random line of dialogue.  

“please  don’t  argue.  you  have  to  leave  right  now.  you’re  not  safe  here.  ”

[ghstmemes]

SEND  💬  TO GET A SHORT DIALOGUE STARTER FROM A QUOTE FROM THIS GENERATOR

customize as you need / wish !

[taireierre]

the one dislike is ukotoa (@criticalsiderole has the most galaxy brain ever)

[villianess-m-deactivated2021032]

@falchioned

[falchioned]

fjord’s cinderbrush verse - the infernal. ( hot 1 , cold - 1 , volatile -1 , dark 2 )

• fjord was orphaned before he was old enough to know his parents. he was brought to an orphanage in a coastal region, where he was relentlessly bullied by the other children, leading to some intense negative self-image issues and fostering his need to blend in. he stayed at the orphanage for several years until his early teens. he was taken in by vandran, and because it was a coastal area, vandran helped transport goods across trade lines and worked in fisheries on occasion. he taught fjord to sail, and was beginning to teach him the trade when one of vandran’s associates sabotaged their ship for reasons fjord doesn’t yet understand. they were out in the middle of the ocean when their boat started taking on water, far from land, and by all accounts, fjord should have drowned. he didn’t. he washed up on shore a few hours after the sinking with little memory of what happened after he went under the water. 

• fjord managed to survive the ship’s sinking, but the townspeople that knew vandran assumed that he wasn’t so lucky. fjord doesn’t agree, but he has no proof. fjord’s holding out hope that he will see him again one day. the night following the sinking, fjord received a very strange dream. he was underwater, floating before one enormous eye. the being before him was too old, to expansive to understand, but one word echoed in his mind: “ WATCHING. “ before him floated a glowing yellow orb not dissimilar to the eye in front of him. he took it into his hands and pulled it forward. it drifted through the water and into him as though it were spectral, but he felt its weight transfer into his body like a stone stuck in his chest. he woke up the next morning coughing up seawater, but with newfound abilities. he was able to hear people’s secrets, able to ask this darker power for things he wanted. he was able to use this power to enhance his own abilities, and he was able to tap into this power intensely and frequently. however, if he borrows power too heavily, he crashes. the crashes leave him without power for days, and during them fjord feels as though there is a void within him, as though part of him is missing. sometimes the feeling causes him to take power more heavily when it returns. often uk’otoa will ask things of him: it may ask him go to a specific location and complete a specific task or fulfill some kind of ritual. he goes with little complaint, hoping to attain the favor of this creature to in turn acquire more power.

• he lived in this coastal town on his own for only a few months before he was eventually returned to the orphanage. when he refused to stay there, they sent him to foster care. he bounced around from one foster home to another until he was seventeen, after which he began living with beauregard and the lionett family. 

• when he delves too deeply into this power, he becomes his darkest self. the entity — uk’otoa — asks favors. the entity wants to be free of its otherworldly bonds, and fjord is more than happy to deliver. every task he completes for uk’otoa brings him closer to feeling as though he belongs somewhere and to someone. his body contorts and changes, becoming more akin to an eldritch being than a humanoid. eyes similar to the singular yellow eye in his visions open all across his face, a painful  but empowering experience. his powers intensify dramatically, in color and in the ability to harm. if he starts borrowing power heavily without becoming his darkest self, he might have a minor modification, the most subtle being slightly sharper teeth to the most obvious being three slitted gills along his neck.  

• fjord keeps a casual distance from his peers. he’s not terribly ambitious : he involves himself in the sports and after school activists that interest him, but he doesn’t make efforts to be overly involved in any means. he goes to parties when he’s invited ( or when his friends drag him along ) and he’s friendly enough to people that approach him, but there’s always a measure of relative emotional distance between himself and his peers. although he does his best to be outwardly charming, he doesn’t make efforts to become emotionally close to people, preferring instead to hide his insecurities behind a carefully constructed mask. 

• generally, his style favors jackets over light long-sleeved shirts or t-shirts. he keeps his jackets high-collared on the off chance that the modifications he experiences are noticeable, such as the gills along his neck. usually he wears jeans and boots with the jackets. 

[falchioned]

make a terrarium inspired by your muse! tagged: stole it off the dash tagging: @villianess​ , @oceanforged​ , @gravemaker​ , @blessdsun​ , & anyone else who would like to make one!

[falchioned]

@villianess said : ❝  it’s still you though, right?  ❞ - AVANTIKA but when she joins tmn

salty wind in his hair as the ship glides across the water. the sound of the ocean skimming against the hull of the ship. the smell of brine filling his lungs, the call of seabirds sounds overhead. fjord closes his eyes and the situation is familiar, so familiar he can almost pretend he is on the tide’s breath, he can almost hear vandran’s voice call out over the rushing water. two hands wrap around a coarse halyard and fjord pulls hard. his muscles strain with the effort and the rope burns his palms as the sail is hoisted into the air. its binding is soon untied, and with a might flap, it opens. the sailor in front of fjord turns and catches his eye, a look of determination on his face that matches fjord’s own. keeping a tight grip on the halyard, fjord fastens the rope to the starboard side of the main mast. carefully the cleat hitch is tied, and in his mind he can almost hear vandran direct him sternly through the process. once the knot is tied, he looks up just as vandran, brow furrowed, standing at the bow, raises his gaze from the letter in his hand. vandran’s eyes find the secured halyard, then meets fjord’s own. vandran gives him a nigh-imperceptible nod and pride fills fjord. he breaks into a wide grin, exposing newly filed tusks.

he takes a deep breath of cold air and suddenly he’s somewhere else.

fjord stands on the deck of a different ship. a large and imposing pirate vessel, easily twice the size of the tide’s breath and twice as fast. the afternoon sun has sunken to the horizon, casting an orange glow across the deck. storm clouds gather ahead, darkened in the diminishing light. they begin their slow crawl across the sky, approaching the squall-eater unhurriedly. fjord holds his hand out, and with a flash of light, the weight of a sword dripping with saltwater falls into it. he takes a few swings and the falchion’s hooked blade cuts through the air. fjord allows a moment’s pause as he lifts the blade to inspect it more fully. barnacles cover its hilt and creep up the blade. embedded above the cross-guard is a yellow eye, its slit iris staring up at him with a gaze that pierces his very being. grow, provoke, consume. the wind whistles in his ears as the ship picks up speed. they must be getting close. he releases the sword and it disappears with a flash of light, similarly to when it was summoned. fjord looks up, at the helm of the ship. his eyes follows a figure as she moves away from the wheel and onto the main deck. she’s about to step past him when he catches her right arm, his hand on her bicep. solemnly he speaks her name. ❝ avantika. ❞ fjord’s hand slips away from her bicep and takes ahold of her forearm, just below her elbow so that her hand meets his forearm in turn. ❝ in the vision i had last night, uk’otoa said to me . . . ❞ he swallows hard, his eyes never leaving hers. ❝ watching. reward. release. ❞  the mere memory sends a chill through him, as though his body is still suspended in  the cold seawater against his skin, as though it’s still in his lungs. he can practically see the enormous eye before him, oppressive and alluring all at once.  ❝ we’re ready for this, i know we are. we’ll do it together. ❞ fjord releases her and steps back. he summons the sword and stares down once more at the eye within it. the iris never wavers, never looks away. he’s never felt so . . .  watched. he looks up as avantika makes her way to the bow of the ship. she tosses him a look over her shoulder. he smiles, then runs his tongue over the stubby, growing tusks in his mouth. he’s never felt more seen. he releases the sword, allowing it to disappear as he moves to join her at the bow and embrace the storm.

he releases a breath and suddenly he is someone else.

he is standing at the helm of a ship, the sun sunken below the horizon. the darkness is vast but comforting. loosely he holds wheel of the ship in his hands, only occasionally turning it to steady the ship’s course. stars glitter overhead, and clouds drift by slowly. the moon illuminates the deck in a soft glow. beau is perched in the crow’s nest, gazing out at the ocean before them. leaning against the main mast, yasha flips silently through her book, looking at all the new flowers she’s collected. veth curls into caleb’s side below deck. jester draws in her sketchbook by lamplight in her quarters, recounting the day’s events to her the traveler. caduceus meditates cross-legged on his bed. at the helm, fjord speaks in a voice that is entirely his own, and he finishes explaining his newly-forged pact with the wildmother.  ❝ she said, my boon is yours. and it is in our nature to adapt. come. and i . . . ❞ he pauses. the memory is not cold like the seawater of uk’otoa’s vision, it does not steal the breath from his lungs. it’s warm and gentle. it feels like an embrace, like the home he’s always wanted, the home he had in his friends and on the sea. the seaweed that encased him in the wildmother’s vision was not restraining, it was healing. ❝ and, well . . . i was pulled under the water. the others found me the next morning wrapped in seaweed, like the vision. next thing i knew, i had some of my power back. ❞ there’s a beat of silence as he reflects on his words, considers the situation. ❝ listen, i know how crazy this must sound, ❞ he looks avantika in the eyes, searching her face to gauge her reaction. as always, her expression is enigmatic. ❝ and i’m not suggesting you form a pact with the wildmother, but . . . ❞ he trails off. ❝ i’m trying to say that there are other paths for you. there were for me. ❞

the silence that follows is nearly deafening. caduceus had been an invaluable guiding hand in the days following fjord’s broken pact. with his help, fjord found freedom, a new purpose. he was able to sever ties with his patron and forge a new identity in the wildmother. when he was lost, caduceus showed him the way. when he was afraid, caduceus calmed his fears. now, avantika is in a situation not unlike his own, and all he wants is to help her the way caduceus helped him. with his words, he could have made her situation even —

she speaks, snapping him from his thoughts.

❝  it’s still you though, right?  ❞

he blinks, surprise stalling any immediate comprehensible reply. fjord looks up, calling to the crow’s nest. ❝ beau! take over for me, will you? ❞

❝ sure. ❞ she leaps from the crow’s nest and slows her fall, landing with a little more than a quiet tap of her feet meeting the deck. beau takes the wheel just as fjord steps away from the helm, patting her shoulder once with a nod of thanks.

fjord’s attention returns to avantika. ❝ come with me. ❞ he leads her to the bow of the ship and sits down, patting the space across from him in an offer for avantika to do the same. his brow knits. ❝ avantika, of course it’s still me. ❞ he leans forward, earnestness in his voice. ❝ i know a lot has changed, but . . . ❞ he holds her gaze though guilt settles in his stomach like a stone. ❝ i remember what it was like to follow uk’otoa. i remember what it was like to be part of your crew. i still remember what it’s like to be your friend. that hasn’t changed. i . . . ❞  slowly, carefully, he takes her arm in his. he holds her forearm and rests his hand just below her elbow. fjord’s voice and expression softens. ❝ i want to help you, avantika. i never meant to make you feel as though i’d changed so drastically. ❞ he allows a moment’s pause before a small grin reveals tusks almost fully grown. ❝ besides, i still have that large hat you gave me, ❞ he speaks with some measure of faux-pride. ❝ so how drastically could i have changed? ❞

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