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jsyk i originally started this blog so i could draw and post my ships w/o feeling too self-conscious about it LOL ◆◆◆

[notaficwriter]

perc’ahlia month (09/20/19 - 10/20/19)

today marks the first day of perc’ahlia month! that means that today is the last day to sign up for this year’s perc’ahlia gift exchange, as it will close by midnight tonight and pairs will be drawn up tomorrow morning. if it’s sounded like fun before, and you’ve been hesitating, now’s your chance.

other than the gift exchange, we also have the prompts up! now, this is a pretty lengthy list, so you don’t have to do all days, but if you’d like to pick and choose, whether you make art, edits, fics, podfic, cosplay, meta - this is a great time to showcase whatever you make, however way you like it.

feel free to interpret these to your heart’s content! some further descriptions under the cut:

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[notaficwriter]

perc’ahlia month (09/20/19 - 10/20/19)

hey everyone!

for a while now, i’ve been trying to gather up the planning and resources to get a regular perc’ahlia event going, taking account everyone’s preference for dates and length, and i think i finally have enough to share so far. as planned at the moment, we will have four weeks from late september to late october, commemorating the three year anniversary of the percy resurrection ritual in “passed through fire” (cr1 e69, originally aired on the 29th of september, 2016), the kiss in the woods in “the elephant in the room” (cr1 e72, aired on the 20th of october, 2016) and the span of time between.

while everyone is invited to celebrate in whatever way they’d like, and we intend to have more to do for those who prefer not to, the perc’ahlia month gift exchange is now open for sign ups! the rules are posted on the link there, but in summary, it will be a classic gift exchange between selected pairs, and we accept a wide variety of contributions. sign up will be open from now until the 20th of september, and participants will have until the 20th of october to submit their gifts. we’re open to feedback, and happy to change things up accordingly.

thank you for reading, i hope that everyone has a good time come september!

-notaficwriter/bal.

[metres]

domesticity........

[notaficwriter]

i do this.

(thank you to @ladyofrosefire and @vohalika for the help!)

[blackestglass]

Critical Role friends!!

Please consider joining the Just Married fanworks exchange! You can give and receive fanfiction, fanart and/or podfic revolving around an absurd number of marriage tropes–fake married, marriage of convenience, political marriages, etc. etc. etc!!!! Critical Role is one of the fandoms nominated with several ships from campaign 1 and 2! 

(It is a multifandom thing though, so you do have to designate at least 3 different fandoms you’d like to receive works from and offer to create in at least 4 different fandoms for matching purposes, but so far NO ONE else is requesting CR and we wants it, precious.)

[notaficwriter]

and if you have something to say (you'd better say it now)

relationship: percival de rolo III/vex'ahlia

rating: teen

summary: anger can only keep you moving for so long before it becomes self-destructive, and vex is not exempt from burn out.

(aka, aka vex has a migraine in the plane of pandemonium and stabs percy, but only, like, a little bit.)

spoilers for the end of campaign 1 and the search for grog.

notes: thank you from the warmest pit of my heart to @vohalika and @ladyofrosefire for both being incredible beta readers, and for keeping me motivated and offering plenty of ideas whenever i got stuck writing this. y’all are the sweetest people ever.

The thing is, at the moment, Vex doesn’t even feel especially angry.

Putting the sharp end of her hunting knife through the eye of a howler, she’s aware of the fact that she’s seething with anger, that every inch of her skin feels like staring at the sun for too long, but she’s conscious of it from a safe distance. Mainly, there’s only sensory details. There’s the wet feeling of gore dripping from her hand, as the creature jolts to a halt mid-lunge, the long line of bite marks climbing up both her forearms, humming more so than aching, and the irritating vibration of a pulse in her eardrum, at a remove.

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[metres]

:)

[suites]

hey folks

it’s one of those posts!!

not sure if i’ll really be LEAVING leaving but if you are and still want to keep up with me/my art, please follow me on twitter @hyperoats!

[metres]

😊

[suites]

please help me figure out what style my (future, hypothetical) commissions should be drawn in! i like to play around with different things constantly in my art (thick lines vs thin vs lineless, painted colors vs cell-shade, etc.) but for commissions i'd like to stay consistent! https://twitter.com/hyperoats http://suites.tumblr.com/

Hey!! Have you ever been interested in commissioning me or would like to in the future? If so, please help a girl out by answering this anonymous single question survey because i just can’t decide what i should offer in terms of style lol.

[theinvulnerabletide]

“So, you’re the boy.”

Fjord freezes in place. He’d been alone in the room a second ago, he could have sworn it, but that voice came from right behind him, full of curiosity and was that… an air of menace? Panic whirls through him. He swivels around, and there, by the window is a figure.

Something about it suggests male, though it’s difficult to tell. Sturdy leather boots, broad shoulders… a green cloak like the one Jester always wears.

“You’re…”

“The Traveller. Yes.” 

The figure turns to regard him, and though the light should have illuminated all of him, somehow the cloak’s hood almost completely obscures his face. All Fjord can make out is a vulpine chin, a set of pale lips currently pulled in the most chilling smile he has ever seen. “Jester’s friend.”

“You’re real,” Fjord sputters.

The figure cocks his head. “Did you think I wouldn’t be? That Jester is a liar? Or an idiot.” The way he bites off the last syllable makes Fjord flinch back.

“No. No, never. I don’t think she’s…”

“Don’t you?” The Traveller’s voice is deceptively soft, a calm sea hiding an unforgiving undertow. “Don’t you all think Jester is just a little bit naïve, a little bit… simple? Clinging to an imaginary friend far past childhood?”

“I have never thought that,” Fjord snaps, and he’s actually surprised to find how much he means it. He’s always been slightly bemused by her antics, amazed at the light she still manages to carry within her, even after all the shit they’ve been through. But he’s never thought her stupid. He finds himself angry that this guy—god or no—would even suggest something like that. “She’s got a different way of looking at things sure, but she ain’t simple. She’s brilliant. She’s… what?”

The Traveller lets out a low chuckle, and the threatening air seems to abate, just a little bit. “Oh, what fools you mortals be. You don’t even know do you?”

Fjord swallows, suddenly feeling like he missed a punch line. “Know what?”

“All that. All this time, and you don’t even know.” The Traveller cocks his head again, and now the smile is crooked. Amused. “I suppose ignorance can be forgiven. Especially as she remains… unaware of your actions, herself.”

Fjord remains silent as the god walks towards him. It’s hard to tell what he’s looking at with his eyes hidden, but Fjord has the uncomfortable feeling he’s being examined.

“And I suppose I cannot blame her. You’re not unattractive. Might even be a bit dashing. Though, endless twilight, you are terrible at reading people.”

“I have been told that in the past,” Fjord says slowly.

The Traveller laughs again. “Of course you have. Well. Consider your past missteps forgiven, my friend. Though I advise you to be cautious of any future carelessness. Jester is incredibly special to me. I won’t take kindly to anyone that hurts her.”

Fjord stares back. Then, when it’s clear the Traveller is expecting some sort of response says, “Neither would… I?”

“Good. Glad we’re on the same page.”

Fjord breathes in, ready to ask for clarification, but he blinks and the Traveller is gone. Vanished. And Fjord is once again alone in the room he’s sharing with Caduceus, head swimming, hands shaking. Feeling like he’d just out-swum a shark but barely.

Was someone was trying to hurt Jester? Is that what he’d been saying? If someone was they’d have to go through him first, but somehow he didn’t think that was what the Traveller had been getting at. But if not, then what in the nine hells had that been all about?

He sits down at the foot of the bed and puts his head in his hands. Oh, Lawbearer preserve him. Another mystery to add to the pile. He so did not need this right now.

[metres]

sorry for all the salt lately guys! no more here on out! have a wip instead! yes, i do still draw here on this blog!

[metres]

salted v briefly about this on twitter but i have too much of a following on there to rant about this to the extent that i wanted to sooooo

i’m getting real fucking tired of people hating on jester

i didn’t finish the episode bc i had to sleep but it seems like she didn’t even.... do much from what i can tell. she didn’t go into super deathly jealous mode like everyone was joking about! she didn’t even interact with fjord that much! what even warranted these complaints! (trick question: i know why)

i don’t even like fjorester THAT much but the people going so far as to say it’s creepy, or worse, borderline noncon.............................. just say you like another ship and move on

It’s Not That Deep

you can dislike a thing without writing a dissertation on Why This Thing Is Bad And You Should Feel Bad For Liking It

and i’m sorry to say but it really does feel like “x female character is getting in the way of my m/m ship, grrr”

anyway, personally, i’m simultaneously enjoying the hell out of the avantifjord and am eagerly waiting for it to crash and burn. i have no horse in this race ever since molly **** so i’m enjoying pretty much whatever they throw at me, but some of yall are really souring my mood

[blatherkatt]

Title: The Mockingbird of Whitestone [Critical Role]

Chapter 1: The Visitor

Summary: Twenty years later, Vox Machina–or as much of it as can get to Whitestone at the time–reunite. It’s not their first time doing so, and they don’t plan on it being the last. It should just be another reunion. 

But something completely unexpected throws everything into chaos, and leaves Vex’ahlia struggling with emotions she’d thought buried, and Percy trying to piece together the fragments of a very confusing puzzle.

Canon pairings, focusing on Perc’ahlia; warnings for minor blood in a later chapter and a whole lot of ruminating on a canonical major character death. 

Rating: T

Author’s Note: so in accordance with my personal philosophy of “if you can give a species a tail why wouldn’t you” it may be noted that some of these characters have tails that wouldn’t have such according to official wotc materials. gnomes, for example. you cant stop me hahahaha 

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[metres]

💦💦💦

[vexing-imogen]

(’til death) do us part

“Okay, so there is something super important that Fjord and I have to tell you before we enter the Menagerie Coast,” Jester starts. She’s gathered everyone together in Caleb’s magic bubble, and all eyes are trained on them. Fjord is very uncomfortable, she can tell, because he literally isn’t looking at anyone. “And, well, the reason we left it to the very last minute is that it’s pretty awkward, and Fjord really doesn’t like to talk about it.”

Beau and Nott share a knowing look, and Caleb actually looks fairly alarmed. Jester takes a deep breath before she continues.

“Okay, so technically Fjord and I have been married for the entire time that you’ve known us, technically.”

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#21 yasha and molly for the prompts list!

21. things you said when we were on top of the world

“You know, I always take these things and I never feelanything.”

Even as she says it, though, a smile won’t stop tugging thecorners of her mouth, as is too easily the case when faced with the undilutedgiddiness of a high-out-of-his-mind Mollymauk Tealeaf. Not that anything abouta sober Mollymauk is diluted in the slightest, his incessant voice in her headis quick to remind her.

He grabs Yasha’s hand in both of his, cheeky smile intacteven after the tumble he took off of Bo the Breaker’s shoulders earlier. Shetightens her grip around him without thinking, all too aware of the cartrumbling beneath their feet as the circus trundles down yet another namelessdirt path that reminds Yasha nothing of home.

“Yes, yes,” he says breezily. “You’re big and tough anduntouchable. But you’ve never done any drugs with me, darling. That makes all the difference.”

“Oh, yeah?” She gives up on trying to hide her small grin,an occurrence that has become alarmingly frequent over the past several monthswith this odd little circus and even odder tiefling. “And how many times haveyou done this, exactly?”

“Once,” Molly says unabashedly, perhaps even proudly. “Ormaybe twice, but Bo keeps saying I was more stoned than high that time.” Hewinks and squeezes her hand. “So? Do you feel anything now??”

She scoffs. Moonlight glints off the sharp points of histeeth and the deep red of his eyes, and he would look almost sinister to anyonewho didn’t actually know him. MollymaukTealeaf. He certainly wasn’t what she expected, when she arrived in theEmpire with nothing but the blood in her veins. Less than nothing.

“I certainly feel something, all right,” she says softly.

Her heart is light in a way that it never is. Maybe thoseherbs are doing something to her despite what she said.

Then Molly lets go of her hand and wraps his arms around herwaist instead, and Yasha is musing at the idea that he is the only one sheknows, now, whom she’d let hug her like this, until Molly tightens his hold,straining, and Yasha begins to suspect that this is not, in fact, a hug at all.

“What are you doing?” she asks, mildly.

“I’m—gonna lift you high,” he grits. “Like Bo—did for me. It’swhat friends are for.”

“Molly,” she laughs, “you can’t lift me.”

But then, impossibly, miraculously, the heels of Yasha’sfeet rise half an inch off the floor of the cart. Yasha is impressed, just intime for the cart to hit a nasty bump in the road, sending the both of themtumbling down into the dirt.

“We’re not stoppingfor you again,” Gustav yells from his horse, even as absolutely no onetakes him seriously.

Yasha is shaking with silent laughter and, yeah, yeah, maybe she does feel something,after all. Uncharacteristically, Molly beneath her isn’t laughing, and thatsurprises her so much she gets worried that her weight is crushing hiswindpipe, so she quickly rolls off of him, and they both lie there on theirbacks with a tapestry of stars spread out above their heads. In the distantbackground, she can hear Desmond grumbling and one of the carts coming to a halt,waiting for them.

Molly is grinning at her, wide, bright.

“I told you I’d send us flying,” he says, happy and warm. “See?You can count on me, dear.”

“I believe you,” murmurs Yasha, and just this once she lets hersmile grow freely.