so i havenât been watching critical role for long at all. really, i just started when quarantine kicked in, and i managed to binge watch all of campaign one and get caught up on campaign two, plus a lot of talks and the extra content. in that time, itâs come to mean so much to me and has helped me through a lot. taliesin in particular, and his characters, have been a constant joy and so easy for me to find ways to connect to and love. theyâre brats, and theyâre broken, and theyâre self-sacrificing, and theyâre real because of that. he has such a way with these characters that i canât help but connect to.Â
percyâs my boy, and i love him deeply and profoundly, and molly was a disaster that i adored in part because he just didnât give a fuck but managed to be both kind and an asshole.Â
but caddy, man. from the very moment that caduceus walked out, there was something about him i connected to, and in these 80 something episodes heâs now been on, itâs just grown more and more..... until tonight.Â
there is just something about watching a show, especially a character who means so much to you already, sitting there and going âoh that? iâm not into that at all, but gosh itâs fun watching you all stumble over itâ and just be so up front about something you have struggled to understand your whole life.
representation, folks. it feels good.
(and yes, i ship him with many from the universe. thatâs not going to stop, because guess what, ace people can still have sex and be in relationships!! i just get to write a canonical ace character now!)
Good morning to kind and loving caretakers who are secretly judging everyone around them, ace-coded characters who don't have to explicitly say they're ace to be valid, boys who are very dedicated to their aesthetic, young adults who just left home and are trying to figure out their place in the world, young adults who really want to go back home but also really don't, people who focus on their friends' problems so they can ignore their own, and gay boys who are very wise but also have no idea what's going on half the time.
You glance over and you can see theyâre pointing off to the side. Maybe about sixty or so feet in the water, there is something large, about ten feet below the surface, that is just swimming alongside. Itâs causing a slight bow in the water surface and there is a bit of a trail behind it left in its wake.
title: in this moment
characters: cassandra & percy de rolo (mostly cass)
rating: gen
link: also on ao3Â here
summary:Â
Cassandra slid the shoes on her feet, smiling at the memories of afternoons hidden away with her mother. She rose onto the balls of her feet, lowering with an exhale.
A pause, a slow turn, and then she went running across the floor into a leap.
There was no music, and yet⊠she didnât stop moving. Her mind supplied memories of the piano being played in the corner, memories of her laughter when she tripped over her feet. The memory of her motherâs voice was music enough.
or, cassandra finds a way to relieve some stress.
just a little thing i wrote after rolling some dice for prompts/people to write about, trying to get back into it. my first cr fic, how fitting it includes ballet.
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Cassandra stepped away from yet another council meeting and took a deep breath to calm her shaking nerves and racing mind. She barely remembered what they talked about, found her mind wandering through most of it.
When a few moments went by and she realized she was still leaning against the wall, unable to fully breathe, she shook her head. There was work to be done, yet. Things to sign, review, report.
No, she decided.
Later, she decided.
Sparring was an option to clear her head⊠Kashaw was, though heâd never admit it, always willing to give her time to train.
But no, that didnât feel right. She frowned, and then a small smile came across her worn features. Cassandra made her way down the hallways, into a long forgotten room. It was big, and empty outside of a large piano in the corner. The wood floor and long mirrors were coated in years of disuse, but none of that mattered to Cassandra.
As if moving purely on muscle memory, Cassandra walked to a different corner of the room. On a shelf there lay a pair of soft shoes. She tenderly picked them up, a sad smile on her face.
Memories flooded her mind as she carefully took off her jacket and loosened the rest of her clothing. Like all of her other siblings, sheâd learned the formal dances, the partnered displays for balls and gatherings.
Cassandra, though, had learned another kind of dancing.
title: in this moment
characters: cassandra & percy de rolo (mostly cass)
rating: gen
link: also on ao3Â here
summary:Â
Cassandra slid the shoes on her feet, smiling at the memories of afternoons hidden away with her mother. She rose onto the balls of her feet, lowering with an exhale.
A pause, a slow turn, and then she went running across the floor into a leap.
There was no music, and yet⊠she didnât stop moving. Her mind supplied memories of the piano being played in the corner, memories of her laughter when she tripped over her feet. The memory of her motherâs voice was music enough.
or, cassandra finds a way to relieve some stress.
just a little thing i wrote after rolling some dice for prompts/people to write about, trying to get back into it. my first cr fic, how fitting it includes ballet.
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Cassandra stepped away from yet another council meeting and took a deep breath to calm her shaking nerves and racing mind. She barely remembered what they talked about, found her mind wandering through most of it.
When a few moments went by and she realized she was still leaning against the wall, unable to fully breathe, she shook her head. There was work to be done, yet. Things to sign, review, report.
No, she decided.
Later, she decided.
Sparring was an option to clear her head⊠Kashaw was, though heâd never admit it, always willing to give her time to train.
But no, that didnât feel right. She frowned, and then a small smile came across her worn features. Cassandra made her way down the hallways, into a long forgotten room. It was big, and empty outside of a large piano in the corner. The wood floor and long mirrors were coated in years of disuse, but none of that mattered to Cassandra.
As if moving purely on muscle memory, Cassandra walked to a different corner of the room. On a shelf there lay a pair of soft shoes. She tenderly picked them up, a sad smile on her face.
Memories flooded her mind as she carefully took off her jacket and loosened the rest of her clothing. Like all of her other siblings, sheâd learned the formal dances, the partnered displays for balls and gatherings.
Cassandra, though, had learned another kind of dancing.
Johanna was a skilled warrior and huntress, that much was true.
She was also, and maybe Cassandra was a bit biased, the most graceful dancer.
Cassandra slid the shoes on her feet, smiling at the memories of afternoons hidden away with her mother. She rose onto the balls of her feet, lowering with an exhale.
A pause, a slow turn, and then she went running across the floor into a leap.
There was no music, and yet⊠she didnât stop moving. Her mind supplied memories of the piano being played in the corner, memories of her laughter when she tripped over her feet. The memory of her motherâs voice was music enough.
With each pirouette, each glissade, Cassandra felt a little bit of the weight on her shoulders fly away.
She could practically hear her motherâs voice, firm yet gentle, scolding her for not pointing her feet enough or holding her arms high enough. Cassandra found herself letting out a peal of laughter as she stumbled slightly, not landing as gracefully as she meant to.
There was slow applause from the door, and Cassandra spun around with a gasp. Standing there was Percival, leaning casually in the door frame, a smirk on his face.
âHow did you find me?â She asked, crossing her arms over her chest, immediately going on the defensive.
Percival shrugged. âCouldnât find you anywhere else.â There was a pause, but before Cassandra could break the slightly awkward silence herself, he spoke up again. His voice was soft, and even⊠fond when he spoke again, in a way Cassandra didnât often hear.
Itâs not that they didnât care about each other. Quite the opposite, really. They were just, well. Not an affectionate family.
âYou looked⊠free,â was what he finally said.
Cassandra was thrown off by that. She blinked, once, twice, before a small smile came over her face. âYou look like shit,â she murmured in return.
Percy barked out a laugh, running a hand through his stark white hair. âAlways so good to me, sister dear.â
Cassandra couldnât help but grin at that, and walked over to him. She paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her brother. He looked older than his years, and not just because of the white hair. The scars, the trauma, it was all in his eyes.
But there were laughter lines, too.
She took a deep breath, feeling overwhelmed with a sudden affection for him in a way that she hadnât felt since the day sheâd run into the temple of Sarenrae to find out his friends had just barely managed to bring him back from the dead. Her only surviving brother.
Sometimes, even she forgot how young he was. How young she was. In this moment, with their vulnerabilities silently laid bare, though, all she felt was the sudden need for a hug.
Cassandra rushed forward, leaping up in the hopes that Percival would catch her. He yelped, wrapping his arms around her and standing there, stiff and awkward. He kept that up for a split second before melting and hugging her back, sighing softly. âThank you for all you do,â he murmured.
âYou just owe me,â Cassandra said sweetly, squeezing him tightly.
Even though she couldnât see him, she knew that he was rolling his eyes. âOf course, sister dear.â
Cassandra snorted out a laugh and stepped back. âI donât suppose you feel like stretching your fingers?â She nodded in the direction of the piano.
Percival glanced back into the hallway, likely weighing his responsibilities, and then shrugged off his coat and walked over to sit down at the piano. She grinned wide at him, moving back to the center of the room.
As Percival played the first few discordant notes on a piano that hadnât been tuned in many years, and Cassandra lifted into a slightly wobbly arabesque, for that brief moment in time, they were two siblings that sometimes got along, outside world and responsibilities be damned.
hello anyone who may still follow me, i know itâs been awhile. iâm really struggling getting back into writing despite having several wips iâd like to complete and many ideas for things. iâve had to back out of bingos and big bangs i was incredibly excited about, because my brain just isnât allowing me to write. so iâm going to try what got the juices flowing for me last time, which is just this super basic bingo card i auto-generated from a list of tropes.Â
however, because they are so (intentionally) vague, hereâs what iâm thinking. on the off chance people are still following me (or stumble on this post), i want to open it up. give me a square, a pairing, maybe something more specific if you want (i.e., holiday fic, percy/vex, vesperâs first winterâs crest). even combine them or suggest additional auâs if you want! thereâs no rules with this, itâs literally just for me. if i can get my creative mojo back, and think of a good enough idea, i will happily write it!
i write different fandoms. feel free to ask for any of them, or even combine them for shits and giggles. the fandoms iâm willing to write: hockey rpf (my teams only: ducks, hawks, sabres, isles, oilers), marvel/mcu, critical role (this includes one shots, not just c1 and c2! gimme those one shot ideas. also dread).
character-wise, iâm kind of selective. itâs not that i donât like the characters, just that... i donât feel drawn to write some of them as a main character, unless the prompt is compelling. same thing with pairings. you can look at my ao3 to get an idea of what pairings iâd write for hockey or marvel, though there are several others i might be willing to give a shot as well. just... you know. use it as a guideline, i suppose. CR i havenât written anything for yet. cad/fjord and percy/vex are up there as favorites, but thereâs some others iâd love to write too. give me those rare pairs, especially involving any of taliesinâs characters across anything.
GEN TOO. i love writing gen stuff and donât do it often enough. found family is my jam. iâll potentially write anything at any rating, depending how the prompt hits me. mlm, wlw, aroace, nb chars, qpr, polycules... iâm open to a lot!!
(there are some people and/or pairings i wonât write, and some things may just not inspire me, so if you do request one and i donât write it... itâs not personal.)
hot take STEM without the humanities is bullshit garbage, the purpose of science is to improve the quality of human life and without the humanities you canât understand what needs to be improved, whatâs historically been a problem, how weâve tried to solve the problem before, who the problem affects, how to best disseminate information about the problem and the solution, etc.Â
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