devoting himself to the taste of blood

jade // any pronouns // 20s // @jadeandquartz on ao3 // please only follow/message me if you are an adult! // here to occasionally post writing and consistently have feelings about fictional characters and dnd games [header id: a picture of the moon against a background of the milky way. avatar id: a picture of pine trees silhouetted against the aurora borealis.]

[jadeandquartzes]

all our other lovers better leave us alone

[critical role (aramán); julien/aranessa; alternate universe: pre-canon; character study; power dynamics; possessiveness; implied/referenced sexual content; angst; julien's playboy habits coming back around to haunt him; aranessa having a generally difficult time; unfortunately I must speak the truth this evening; and the truth is that julien davinos is really really hot; 9k]

"Are you certain, my lady?" Raimond's fingers tap against his sword hilt. A minor habit of his. He only ever does it when he's thinking of his son. "I hate to put you to such trouble. It is not your place, or the place of your House, to clean up my House's shameful....indiscretions." Something hot and bright snaps through Aranessa's bones. It feels like a static shock, like ruffling someone's hair after a long run or standing right below a lightning strike. She swallows it smoothly, and does not let her face shift at all.  "Your House is my House, General," she says. It is the kinder option. The other option would be to remind him that he does not determine what is fitting for her place, a any time. It is, and always will be, the other way around. But words get sharp and tongues get loose at this hour of the evening, and she is an adult. She can keep a proper hold on hers. "It is no trouble. It is already done. Go to sleep. Keep the guard rotations as they are. Julien will be well in hand by tomorrow."  *** To sidestep further drama in House Davinos, Aranessa goes to fetch Julien from his latest night of fun. It proves...challenging. In more ways than one.

Good evening. I am, once again, back in the building of "the many compelling things happening between Aranessa and Julien." (I have been in the building the whole time, actually. I've just been drafting and editing, so you haven't seen me.) I humbly present to you some shenanigans, some silliness, and some sadness - all inspired by that one load-bearing scene in main-show episode 2. Please do enjoy.

[ineadhyn]

New favorite Julien reaction image dropped.

[jadeandquartzes]

[id: a screenshot of matt, playing julien, holding something in his hand and looking upwards with a concerned and startled wide-eyed expression.]

[subaru-copilot]

it gets to a point that is just weirder if they didn't fuck

[subaru-copilot]

you did all this and it was not even because you wanted to bang him? weirdo

[bwaah]

foolproof, huh? well. let me proof to you how fool I can be

[nayarazune]

thaisha how I missed you

[fia-bonkginya]

[ID: two critical role screenshots. Aabria, as Thaisha, says, "I am a druid of the Circle of Ancients, and I will speak to all dogs." END ID]

[orathearsonman]

i love game changer because the most incomprehensible bits will come outta there and i just know im NEVER going to be able to explain “Sepia tone. I’m gonna kill him so much. Al Pacino” to ANYONE

[panthepotman]

I'm obsessed with the Elizabethan ruff

[jadeandquartzes]

[id: black and white art of demi adejuyigbe, wearing a black jumpsuit and white elizabethan ruff, as well as two rule plaques reading "in an elizabethan ruff" and "directing one camera." he is pointing forward with a serious expression.]

[jadeandquartzes]

fic title ask: "never have I been a blue, calm sea (I have always been a storm)" — Fleetwood Mac, "Storms"

OR

"my body does deceive me (go ahead and kiss me)" — Wolf Alice, "Lipstick on the Glass"

both of these are SO excellent, oh my goodness. HMM. extremely hard choice, but I have to follow where my heart leads:

my body does deceive me (go ahead and kiss me) [critical role: aramán; kattigan/teor; table switch au; what if we were trying to navigate the worst political landscape in all of aramán but had also been lowkey pining for one another for almost a decade]

"So, are they still fighting?" Kattigan asks without preamble when Teor walks into the room. He's sitting beside the divan, one hand buried three inches deep into Wulfric's fur, his face pressed soothingly to the wolf's flank like a prayer. His voice is casual; he doesn't even look at Teor as he speaks. "How long is it gonna take?" Well, hells. He's not even supposed to be here, technically. Thimble is off spying on the Tachonis. Wick and Tyranny are playing their parts and sowing dissent back at the Villa Aurora. Kattigan was supposed to be interfacing with Thaisha, meeting her at a tavern outside the city and discovering what her group learned on the Timmony road. Teor hadn't thought he'd be seeing him for at least another week. He'd been preparing to be alone in the townhouse for many weary nights, his fear and guilt the only reliable companions he'd have on hand. The way his heart leaps in his chest at the realization - he's back early, he came back in the first place, it's just him and me - is....disconcerting. Unhelpful. Teor should ignore it, probably. He should tuck it down and pack it neatly away, put it in a fine and well-locked box to be maybe, theoretically examined only after they've all survived the fall and dissolution of Dol-Makjar's Sundered Houses. He doesn't do any of those things. He should. He really should. But, well. It's Kattigan. Sitting on the floor, curled in on himself, strong and sure and strangely unwilling to make eye contact with Teor. Surely there's something that can be done about that. "Two weeks," he rumbles in reply, setting himself down on the plush sofa. His thigh brushes against Kattigan's shoulder, and the warmth of skin against fur makes him shiver instinctively. It might be his imagination, but he's pretty sure Kattigan does the very same. "Maybe less. They're at the breaking point. We're ready to make a move."

send me a made-up fic title and I'll tell you what I'd write!

[kknyght]

"are you a man or a woman ?" i'm a knight on a quest hope that helps

[artificialhaunts]

Thaisha Lloy of House Lloy, Druid of the Old Path

(Or you tell me someone has a metal spine, and you know I am going to draw that)

[jadeandquartzes]

[id: art of thaisha, drawn from the waist up against a dark brown background. she is looking over her shoulder with a serious expression, and her metal spine glows red-hot.]

[eatsleepandsing]

another great ship dynamic is "characters who are deeply traumatized and haunted by nightmares are finally able to get a peaceful night of sleep in each other's arms"

[ariadne-mouse]

Anna divesting herself of all Rules but one and starting her villain era

[ariadne-mouse]

is this a safe space Azune

[urgunnamissmebymytaco]

Anna using 'Paul Robalino' as a non-famous person name to his FACE was so sick, twisted, and hilarious. I'm still laughing about it 10 minutes later.

[carpenter-sab]

Sinners (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler

[spritespi]

ID: Four gifs from Sinners. First two are Stack and Sammie in the car at the beginning of the movie. Sammie: Hey, how fast this thing drive? Stack: Too damn fast. Why, you wanna drive? Sammie: Come on, you know I wanna drive. Stack: Later. On the way back. Sammie: Alright, alright. The next two gifs are Sammie driving the car alone at the end of the movie, covered in blood and holding the guitar neck to his chest. End ID

[asongisadick]

Rewatching S1 of Fantasy High and really one of the best bits Ally does as a player is established so frequently and is as follows.

Ally as Kristen: [Says Something Bizarre to Brennan]

Brennan as an NPC: What?!

Ally as Kristen, immediately: HMM?!

[just-a-bean-babes]

Why does Brennan make such a convincing wild horse in a horse girl movie that has been enraptured by your gaze and instantly formed a bond with you

[jadeandquartzes]

[id: brennan making a serious and intense expression as zaeth's horse, while the subtitles read "can you see?"]