bread and god.

[overthevale]

— INDEPENDENT, SEMI-SELECTIVE PORTRAYAL OF THE WILD MAN [ kattigan vale ] FROM CRITICAL ROLE CAMPAIGN 4.

NOTICE: unsurprisingly, given that campaign four is still ongoing, my portrayal of kattigan will be subject to change. i am new not only to the critical role rp community, but the critical role fandom in general. c4 is the first campaign i've watched them do in full. please be kind!!

carrd. :: verses. :: headcanons. :: memes.

narrated by mayli. they/them ; 21+ ; gmt-6. i am currently watching the tlovm and m9 animated series; i have not watched c1, c2, or c3. i have seen most of the exu one-shots + some candela obscura content. despite this, i am more than willing to interact with other campaign characters!!

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[overthevale]

// kattigan's getting loud again . . . send me memes, perhaps?

[overthevale]

// just saw an edit of kattigan to dashboard by noah kahan. so how's your day going!!

[troublemqkers]

SEMI-HIATUS!

// in case you somehow haven't noticed by now, i've been a little absent! that's because i'm finishing up my final semester of college (woo! i cry in terror). i graduate in early/mid-may, so until then i'm going to be fairly spotty! i miss writing on tumblr so frickin' much, but as we speak i have an entire research paper due in a week that i have not started, and the rest of my work is a bit overwhelming. i'll be back soon!

if you've got my discord, you mutuals are always welcome to hit me up there – and if you'd like to have it, just shoot me a dm! i can't wait to finish up and be back here with you guys. see you soon!

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[overthevale]

i don't like seeing you struggle this way. from teor ( @aramans )

@aramans | kattigan and teor | answered ask! i don't like seeing you struggle this way.

teor's voice shakes him out of his stupor; a small sniff accompanying a few fast-paced blinks. "hm?" as the words finally sink in, kattigan lets out a slight chuckle, doing a delayed double-take. "struggle? that's a strong word, man." one shoulder shrugs. "i'm doing fine, thank you very much." he stretches his arm over his head, as if he can shake off the aura of melancholy that has surrounded him since tyranny's questioning. "give me a day or two 'n i'll be back to normal in no time." flashing a small grin, "it's fine," though if it reached his eyes it would be more believable.

[exandriias]

@overthevale cast message: tucks a blanket gently around the other person's shoulders.

she hasn't noticed how cold she is until the blanket drops over her, too busy staring at the stars above her to notice a thing like cold. but then there's a weight over her shoulders and her head is turning to look at her dad and she's grinning. " can you tell me the constellations again? i know most of them, " she talks fast, because delaying her bedtime is an important task and one that malin takes great care in, " but you know more of them. please? "

[overthevale]

"ohhhhh, c'mon now," he grins, shaking his head as he squats down behind her. gaze squinting up towards the sky, his big arms swallow her up into a hug, doubling the warmth. if she catches cold, marienna will never let him hear the end of it. "alright, let's see. which ones haven't we talked about yet..." head craning around, it takes him a minute to find one. one arm lifts, tracing out a small triangular shape in the sky. "how about that guy. d'you know him?"

[4zune]

i don't care if you think you're fine. i'm staying.

[ @overthevale ]

AT TIMES LIKE THIS, HE HATES HOW SMALL HE FEELS AROUND THEM. as if whatever years have passed are erased in a moment and he's the young uncertain kid that ended in their camp. it lowers his usual inhibitions, and the deep ache where he feels the bruises form doesn't help. “ i'm not a boy anymore, kattigan. you don't need to babysit me. ” he argues, even though part of him wants to curl up on the bed like he is that boy again.

azune knows he's lucky to have escaped, that @overthevale doesn’t deserve to be the target of his frustration. normally he would busy himself with fixing his braid, but his fingers are sore from how they were bound to prevent spell casting. they weren’t betting on his innate sorcery allowing him to overcome, those limitations. or rather they got sloppy, not having cuffs that prevented magic or expecting his arcane focus to be a small bracelet.

his armor has been discarded and he sits on the floor, with his back against the wall and bare of any evidence of the life he’d built for the past decade. “ i'm sorry. ”

[overthevale]

the outburst gains a momentary raise of kat's brows, a side glance towards the other soldier. he's lived long enough to recognize that it isn't directed at him, but he nods to the apology nonetheless. "then you won't mind if i stay," he finishes, matter-of-fact. to azune's confusion, he gives a tight-lipped smile, leaning against the wall nearby. "it ain't babysitting for you, i'm afraid." with a sigh, he pushes up, strolling over to the window. "it's for me. i ain't stayin' to make you feel better. if you catch my drift." he's exhausted what little magic resources he has, and to make matters worse it didn't seem as though it had done much to ease azune's pain. "firstly, i can't go back out there like this. and second, maybe i just missed you, yeah?" he tosses a slight grin over his shoulder. "ya little rascal," hoping the stupid nickname will cover up the way his fingers still have an adrenaline tremor from the rescue mission.

[aramans]

"do you have something you believe in so deeply, so passionately, it goes beyond simple loyalty?"

[ @overthevale | to mayali! ]

@overthevale, kattigan & mayali

SHE STAYS QUIET FOR A MOMENT, GREY EYES STARING AT THE AMBER LIQUID IN HER GLASS. she takes a sip, letting the alcohol burn her throat and raises her shoulder in a half-shrug. “ don't we all? ” mayali asks back, swirling her drink in hand. “ for some it's honor, or faith. knowledge. the promise of power or the memory of loved ones. it doesn't matter if it's pious or sinister, everyone has a reason to drive them forward. ” she's seen it all these years. some were truly driven by ideals, others relied on self-preservation or selfish instincts.

maybe she's wrong, maybe people that don't risk their lives day in and out have stopped caring. but that isn't something she can fully wrap her mind around. she takes another shot, placing the empty glass on the table in front of them. “ my brother is the idealist, ” she says because she doesn't want to say anything more specific in public. but if that were true, she wouldn't be risking her life day in and out at the threshold of the barrowdells. “ i'd settle with kids not having to watch their parents starve 'cause of rich fucks' interests... ” a sigh. “ 's this about falcons? ”

[overthevale]

he laughs, once, short, eyes fixed on the liquid swirling in the glass in front of him. "used to be," he murmurs. "used to be. now...now i don't think it's about anything." in one shot, he downs the liquid, slamming it back to the table in front of him. the whiskey burns down his throat in an all-too-familiar way, the sting welcoming him home like a friend. his head tilts, lips puckering as he swallows. "think i've sort of...lost that thing. y'know?" then a heavy sigh escapes, and he slaps a hand down on the table. "but! thimble would be mad at me if i didn't offer, and since i don't particularly want to suffer that pixie's ire, i suppose i might as well extend a hand." there's a faint grin that accompanies the words. "...we're pushing back. again. trying to finish what he started." he doesn't need to specify. "so if you ever want to jump in, just...give a holler. yeah?"

[overthevale]

you're a horrible liar. from thimble ( @aramans )

@aramans | kattigan and thimble | answered ask you're a horrible liar.

"then how about i tell the truth?" he says bluntly, stopping in his tracks. turning to thimble with his arms crossed – staring down a pixie has never been a terrifying prospect, but it's different with thimble, and he summons every inch of his intimidating stature. "just...drop it. okay?" a small shake of his head. "i don't want to talk about it, so if you let this...this interrogating go, then neither of us has to lie anymore. yeah?" despite his best efforts, the line comes off less intimidating and more...pleading. "...just let it go, thimble."

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR CATCHING UP AND CHECKING IN *  assorted dialogue for pauses in the action when you need to check to see if they're okay, adjust as necessary

are you holding up all right?

thought i should stop by, see if you were okay.

you know, you haven't spoken in a minute.

you're starting to worry me.

is this thoughtful silence, or worried silence?

can i get you anything?

i'm perfectly all right.

sometimes i think about what will happen if we fail, and it terrifes me.

you can stop worrying about me now.

you had a moment back there.

what was all that yelling about?

i've worried about you since day one.

can we sit down?

you might feel better if you talk to me about it.

i was hoping we could catch up.

there's a lot more going on than i expected.

it's starting to get to me.

tell me the truth. are you all right?

i'm not a hero. i don't know why i'm doing this.

i can tell when you're lying to me, pretending everything's okay when it's not.

you're a horrible liar.

what was that all about?

i heard you yelling.

it sounded like an argument to me.

what's on your mind?

something's clearly bothering you.

can you just sit still?

you've never been honest with me.

they said you needed to talk to me?

i can tell when you're lying. i can see it in your face.

i know you better than you know yourself.

spill. everything.

that's not what it looked like from here.

i don't want to talk to anyone.

can you leave me alone for a while?

thanks but no thanks.

is this your way of checking on me?

who put you up to this?

if you'd just been honest with me from the start, we wouldn't be here.

when they said you were out here, i thought i'd stop by, see how you were doing.

you don't have to handle all of this by yourself, you know.

there are people who really care about you, who want to see you succeed.

think about the people who love you.

i don't like seeing you struggle this way.

i could use a shoulder to cry on right about now.

i just feel so lost.

everything is riding on me, and i'm not used to that.

there's too much responsibility on my shoulders right now.

thanks for letting me vent a little.

i didn't mean to word vomit.

you make it easy.

i feel like i can trust you.

no one understands me but you.

thank you for giving me a chance to speak.

thank you for stopping by to see me.

you should come by more often.

the battle's not over.

we still have work to do.

i trust you'll be ready for the final battle?

tomorrow's a big day. you should get some rest.

if you need anything, you know where to find me.

it will feel better if you just come right out and say it.

no one should ever carry the burden you do.

i think the world of you.

what do they say? this too shall pass.

[overthevale]

“I don’t need fixing. Just don’t leave.”

@frcmscratch | kattigan and babel | answered ask! “I don’t need fixing. Just don’t leave.”

the words hit kattigan's heart like an arrow through a bullseye; in a way he hasn't felt in quite a while. swallowing against the pain, he nods once, hesitating for a moment before silently lowering his body to the ground. scooting closer, he presses his shoulder to theirs – enough space to move if they ask, not that he'd hold it against them – but close enough for them to touch. to support. to let them know i'm here. "never." the word comes out under his breath, a hoarse whisper, and he shakes his head. "not again."

[overthevale]

it was close. we made it out.

@frcmscratch | kattigan and babel | answered ask! it was close. we made it out.

he nods briefly, a faint grin on his face. "alright...good. s'all that matters, i guess." his eyes are half-lidded, somewhere between exhaustion and pain. every muscle in his body aches, and his head falls back against the rock behind him. it hurts, but not enough to worry about. good. he doesn't need to add concussion to the list of injuries. the stab wound in his thigh is enough to deal with, at the moment. kattigan sucks in a breath, squeezing his eyes shut for a second. the tourniquet isn't doing much for him anymore – he needs to get back to camp; he needs a real healer. "i'm, uh– i'm gonna need a hand, here, babel," he says evenly, staring straight at them to avoid looking at the bleeding hole in his leg. "but we gotta get back. 'fore they decide to come back for seconds. yeah?"

[overthevale]

REVERSE MEME CALL.

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[overthevale]

REVERSE MEME CALL.

give this a like and i'll go through your meme tag and send in some stuff! (asks will be slow because tumblr's ask limit sucks </3) if there's specific people you want, comment down below – otherwise it'll be left to fate!

[oathofwhimsy]

one of the things i've been really enjoying about robbie's performance is that he's clearly portraying a classic male lone wolf archetype with his character - guy with a wolf companion lives in the woods and barely talks to people, drinks to forget the mistakes of his past, gruff voice, big, buff. but robbie makes it abundantly clear that this guy is also a good amount of a cringefail loser. he climbs through windows instead of using doors, eats with his hands, makes a dramatic entrance and then stumbles because he drank too much. and for me that's integral to enjoy a character like that. yes, he's grizzled and badass and a loner, but he's also a complete and utter loser (affectionate).

[sunderedson]

his   nervous,   fidgety   energy   isn't   good   for   sewing,   even   for   a   hand   as   skilled   as   his.   fortunately,   the   steadiness   of   kattigan's   words   start   to   unspool   the   tension   in   his   shoulders.   there's   no   undercurrent   in  his   tone   that   occtis   can   detect   —   no   hidden   disgust   or   horror.   he   may   be   safe   here,   for   now.

occtis   takes   a   moment   to   breathe.   he   snaps   his   fingers   and   pin   appears   at   his   feet,   weaving   in   and   out   between   his   legs.   he   lowers   the   needle.        ❝       i   think,   ah-   if   you   have   some   healing   to   spare,   that   would   work.       ❞        it   had   worked   with   vaelus,   restoring   him   back   to   his   baseline   at   death.

occtis   shifts   awkwardly,   looking   at   kattigan   and   then   away   again.        ❝       .   .   .   i   shouldn't   have   gone   out   on   my   own.       ❞        he's   sure   a   reprimand   is   coming   on   that   front,   if   not   from   the   ranger   then   from   another   companion.   it's   an   anxious   instinct,   wanting   to   bring   it   up   himself   rather   than   worrying   about   when   someone   else   will.

[overthevale]

his eyebrows raise instinctively – sure, he'd asked, but he isn't the best healer in their group. in either of their groups, really. he mildly regrets asking. hadn't thought this far ahead. head tilting for a moment, he nods slowly. "healing...right, yeah. sure, i can– i can do that. just one second." hands pressing together, eyes squeezing shut, immense focus channeling from his mind to his hands – after a moment, he can feel the lifeforce threading around them. quickly, without thinking, he flings it forward – the result being a somewhat startling (but mildly effective) casting of healing magic. eyes opening, he scans over occtis's form: "...did– did that help?"

then the kid is apologizing again, and kattigan is already shaking his head. "i mean, yeah, sure. probably." sinking to the edge of the bed – hands still lightly trembling from the effort, he leans back on them in an attempt to hide it. he wasn't a sorcerer, nor a formal wizard. he was just...doing his best. "but you learned your lesson, and you're not dead – or, any more dead, i guess – so i'd call that a win-win. besides," he chuckles, watching pin wind his way around occtis's feet, "i'm not sure i'd be the best one to tell you off about that, anyway." no stranger to going it alone himself. especially not when the safety of his group is involved.

[exandriias]

@overthevale cast message: “ You keep saying you’re fine, but I can still see the blood on your hands. ”

oh, be certain: there is still blood on her hands. no matter how often or how hard thimble tries to wash it off — no matter that it is only there in their head and every single time they close their eyes, he sees casimir as he was twenty, thirty years ago overlaid with how he looked slumped over the parapet of castle sloak. but even so, hearing it come from kattigan of all people makes soft light the faerie emits dim slightly. " so? " it murmurs, forcing the light to brighten once more and flying backwards to stare at him. " we've all got blood on our hands, kat. what's it matter? "

[overthevale]

he watches them for a moment, eyes scanning over their movements as they move around. "yeah, sure," he murmurs in response, shaking his head. "...'cept it does matter. because if you're caught up in here," a finger tapping to his temple, "then you ain't firing on all cylinders out there. and we need you out there. yeah?" kat squints, leveling his gaze with it, focusing. "...you got your revenge. now, you need to take a moment with it. re-evaluate."