#piercingretort

[isolaradiale]

hello hello here is my app for percy from critical role! my things are in the sidebar and also in /app and /stats

Welcome to beautiful Isola Radiale, Percy!

You’ll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 209.

You will retain the use of your 'Minor Illusion' ability for up to five times per day. During this time, you may only create a sound within a 10 foot radius.

You will also be given a BB gun.

Enjoy your stay!

– mod capella!

[avoidwalkers]

❣ If someone had the power to bring them back after death, would they want them to? (and) ♱ What do they think awaits them after death?

♱ | what do they think awaits them after death?

clementine never really thought about it seriously. there are days where she doesn’t think anything awaits them, especially if they end up being reanimated as a walker. is their soul still tied to the body or is the corpse just a husk of what they once were? no one knows. she’s aware plenty of people believe in heaven, and in some way, she kind of does too? maybe not exactly in the biblical sense of the word, but… the idea of running into those who have already passed in a nicer afterlife sounds really great. eternal darkness is pretty lonely.

❣ | if someone had the power to bring them back after death, would they want them to?

answered here!

[clericofwar-blog]

✩ (this is lit my fav fam thing i'm crying)

( acts of affection. ) | @piercingretort

☆  Getting them something they need before they ask for it.

it had been a late night. despite constant attempts pike couldn’t seem to get through to serenrae, and it left the gnome worried at best and despondent at worst. so often would pike lose track of the time, praying until the sun came up and gave her a false sense of a breakthrough.

rubbing her eyes, it wasn’t until pike found herself yawning that she realized she had stayed up well into the night. she had to be strong for her friends here, because if she let on she was scared it wouldn’t have been good for anyone. praying made her feel better, even if only a little bit. the distinct smell of coffee filled her senses as her eyes opened at the end of her recitations, a white head of hair taking her by surprise.

“percy... you’re still up?” a bit embarrassed at her futile attempts, pike stifled another yawn, “i’m sorry -- excuse me. i, i just --”

“thank you. are you up working on a project?”

[autoserviced-blog]

                         ▬ @piercingretort

          LEGS CROSS THEMSELVES as the blonde sits upon concrete comfortably with a small crowd huddled around, situated politely in front of what seems a small hardware shop tucked away within the thirst sector. Borrowed tools lay scattered around as gloved fingers finish inspecting the mechanical trinket between her legs one last time, metal clattering to the pavement as she finally stands herself up with a bounce. ❝ Here y’all are! Good as new, just be careful with ‘er this time, ❞ she nods, smiling briefly while hands place themselves upon her hips with a satisfied sigh. ❝ Alright now, who’s next? ❞ Whipping her body around, her eyes fixate on a silver-haired man who seems to have just arrived compared to the longer standing citizens.

          ❝ Oh! D’you need somethin’ looked at like the rest of ‘em? ❞

[clericofwar-blog]

( @piercingretort )

“percy?” his head of hair was unmistakable and at the same time it was a relief and another worry: what about the rest of vox machina? were they here as well?

that might’ve meant that their world was in peril. thordax’s power was only growing, and the scientists had taken her vestige. without her armor, it’s not hard to run up to him without the extra weight to give him a hug, “are you alright? they haven’t fucked with you, have they? have you seen anyone else?”

he was away from all the darkness that plagued him, so pike was at the very least a little relieved -- there was too much darkness around him, and too much revenge. there might have been some good to come out of all of this: maybe percy could be saved from himself here.