[wak3up-d3adman]

#wak3up-d3adman : an independent, semi-selective, headcanon & canon based account set upon portraying Caleb Widogast & Mollymauk Tealeaf from Critical Role's second campaign, THE MIGHTY NEIN, alongside Lady Aranessa Royce, Murray Mag'nesson, & Occtis Tachonis from Critical Role's fourth campaign, ARÁMAN. OC & AU friendly. NSFW & DARK THEMES AHEAD; Writer does not shy away from elements of DEAD DOVE*. 18+ only; minors will be burnt. DASH PREFERRED. Low to medium activity. Penned by UMBRA [ they/ them, 27; CST. ] est 12/27/25. COMPLETED CAMPAIGN 2; WATCHING CAMPAIGN 4 [ Episode 20 ]

𝘈 𝘚𝘛𝘜𝘋𝘠 𝘖𝘍… ㅤ⠀How to save a life, survivor’s guilt, depression, post traumatic stress, learning how to survive when the world is on fire, history repeating itself, learning not to bite the hand that feeds, money money money...

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*ⁱ.ᵉ.: ᵛⁱᵒˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ, ᵍᵒʳᵉ, ʰᵉᵃᵛʸ ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗ, ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ⁽ˢ⁾ & ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳᵃᵘᵐᵃ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵃᵗ, ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉˣᵘᵃˡ ᵗʰᵉᵐᵉˢ.

[wak3up-d3adman]

Hi i never post over here oops but im sorry the fuckkng candle is MADE OF W H A T

W H. A. T THE F. JCK.

[trailertrashgrog]

trans man demodus with his sparkly binder and his obsession with his beard growth oil and he's only 3 apples tall and thinks azune is a handsome shining knight. NPC of all time

[wak3up-d3adman]

I like to think that Occtis favors his mother. A softer face, lips that seem to be set into a permanent pout-like frown, until he smile- how it stretches across, brightens his face, his eyes shutting every time because he can't help but grin and laugh so damn hard.

The same attitude, too; while his siblings are confident in who they are (children of Death, of Primus Tachonis, one of the Sundered Houses) - Occtis is more subtle. Less willing to throw his weight around as a Tachonis unless it becomes necessary ( reminding Julien of who he is, reminding Thaisha that he is still a Tachonis, that this is still his family, that he hasn't necessarily turned his back okay them because if he can be changed, can't they? Hopeful, like his mother. )

I actually picture her to have the sad eyes that Andie MacDowell has- upturned sympathetic brows, eyes that always have a hint of sadness to them. When she smiles, it seems as if she's apologizing. The same haunting green that Occtis had in life.

I picture Occtis’ love of music to have come from her, too; perhaps she coddled her youngest born, before Primus took over and began to teach Occtis about the family. And in this- Primus coddled him the way that a manipulative father does, by lovebombing and training and coddling until suddenly, when Occtis doesn't show the innate sorcery that the family is so well known for-

He's tossed aside. A failure. Perhaps eight children was too many. Seven is a good number. Occtis. . . Well. Not everyone can be perfect.

Perhaps that is why Occtis, up until six months ago, had tried to gain his favor. Or perhaps it had stopped even before then, a year ago, when he hadn't heard from his family on his birthday. Maybe even on his eighteenth birthday, when the few friends he made at the Penteveral remembered his birthday and got him a few small things, took him out for his first “legal” drinks. And no letter came from his family despite them being within the same city. No gift. Not even an acknowledgement.

Occtis is much like his mother, for he, too, was forgotten until he was useful.

[wak3up-d3adman]

ㅤ⠀❝I left every town better than I found it.❞

ㅤ⠀❝Anybody can send a message through a wire. I want to bend reality to my will.❞

ㅤ⠀[ #wdwgst ]. Semi active dualmuse for CRITICAL ROLE/DND. Crossover & OC friendly. [ M D N I. ] READ THE CARRD BEFORE INTERACTING. Please LIKE or REBLOG if you want to interact and/or be mutuals!

[aamaranthiine]

( from here. for @per-oceanum as a sinday treat )

She's been watching him this whole time.

Eyes darker than midnight, ivory lashes lulled low with an expression that is languid with secrets. The firelight eclipses her cool, lucid halo into warmer shades and turns the long tresses of her snow-white hair into a waterfall of rose gold down her shoulders and back. Her presence is always subtle but when held within direct focus, she is unmistakeable and for many, beguiling even in her eerie stillness.

Thea knows. And her statement, quiet and docile it might be, is laced with that knowing. The words scarcely unveil the extent of their strange dance; lingering stares and indirect touches, late evenings spent away from prying eyes with shared drinks but neither of them too close to the other. The veneer of business slipping into something undefined entirely. She'd be lying if she denied encouraging the way Elio gradually softened to her company.

Not that she could explain why.

Temperance is a virtue the woman had in spades, worn into her bones through the decades she'd wandered the world. Yet she is not immune to the whims of desire, much as she tries to convince herself otherwise. Meandering thoughts when alone, errant dreams that tease and tempt her even in the daytime. The illusion of large roaming hands, scorching hot against her cool skin, is too frequent to be a mere passing fancy.

"Is that all I would be, an indulgence?" Thea keeps her voice low, reaching to take Elio's hand before it was withdrawn from her person, "though I suppose, even that risks becoming a craving." A slight upturn of her mouth, coaxing him to just trail his fingers over her cheek, even cup her face if she could manage it. Leaning into the touch just so, before the moment is relinquished and she starts to float away from him.

"And so many crave what they cannot have."

[wak3up-d3adman]

What they cannot have.

The tease of her cadence has a chuckle rumbling free from deep within his chest, his gaze tracking her movements, fingertips buzzing from the gentle caress she'd guided against her own cheek. Soft, cool skin; supple beneath his touch. As if she were a cool spring, and he, a weary traveler seeking solace in her touch, in her presence. The thought draws a small semblance of a smile to his lips as his hand drops from her skin, as she rises to roam about the study.

Elegance.

❝Perhaps that is part of the allure?❞ He murmured, leaning forward. Indulgences were easy to come by when you were a man with the world at your hands, but those indulgences weren't what he craved. A particular man with a particular palette. His gaze tracked her- a predator stalking it's prey, not to pounce, however. Simply watching. Curiosity bubbling beneath the surface, the innate urge to play, to paw at her and see what reactions each touch would garner. A gasp, a laugh? A chastise? Oh, how it nearly pained him to tear his gaze away, to study the fire burning steadily in the hearth.

If she were water, he was fire; the heat of the desert sands in stark contrast to the oasis. She was the softness of silk, the cool touch of the evening wind, the grace of plush grass beneath bare feet. He was the grit of sandstone, the harsh feeling of the sun beating down upon one's back, the burning of hot earth beneath bare feet. Molten gold and softened silver.

A slow exhale. ❝Might I speak bluntly, Thea?❞ Elio asked, eyes sliding shut as he contemplated what words he would dare speak into existence.

[aamaranthiine]

It's only appropriate that I post this on Crocodile's birthday, even though I've had it for several weeks now. Another masterpiece by @namaeekaki, who humors my silly ships with much patience and kindness and I love him very much for it.

For my dear @per-oceanum, as written by the talented Kanon.

This is a paid commission, likes are permitted but reblogs are at my and Kanon's discretion only.

[aamaranthiine]

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[ im supposed to be working oops- ]

stars for headcanons! for @per-oceanum <3 accepting!

⭐️ || It took a few years for Thea to even consider letting some of her guard down around Crocodile. One of the key turning points being when she discovered he kept bananwani and started spending time with the great beasts herself. Although she would've kept her ability to actually communicate and understand them to herself for awhile, the wani telling her they were treated well and even enjoyed the Warlord's company did soften her a little to him. The wani too, grow rather fond of her since she bribed them with extra treats without Crocodile knowing for a time.

⭐️ || Being something of a mischief maker and likely with the encouragement and help from a young Vivi, Thea would occasionally play silly pranks on Elio. One of her favorites being the day she and the little Princess went around sticking giant googly eyes on the various statues and fixtures around Rain Dinners. That included things in his personal office too.

⭐️ || Crocodile can count himself amongst the very few people in the entire world not affected by Amalthea's alluring aura. She does purposefully keep it mostly dampened using Haki but there is still this bewitching effect she has on others - though for the sand logia, he is spared that tinge of madness she can inspire. This is another reason why she warms up to Elio over time; people who arent compelled to obey or possess her are noteworthy.

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[wak3up-d3adman]

she's always so soft and pleasantly sweet when nestled against him, like fresh spring blooms and crisp rain that comes to the desert to ripen the riverbanks each year. the weight of her hanging onto him is practically nothing, but she's addictively tangible pressed flush to his chest. a privilege hardly anyone can claim when it came to the elusive woman.

thea hums affectionately, almost a purr, as she presses kisses over elio's cheeks. silky featherlight touches of her lips, that press just a little firmly to his mouth and linger, the semi-sweet taste of her lipstick left behind. then she draws away to continue her meandering path of doting. along his jaw, slackening her grip on his shoulders to continue down his throat; a very leisurely array of smooches.

some of his clothing gets playfully displaced to plant a few on his clavicle. and when she is done? well. there's certainly many shimmery pink kiss marks all over him, and a humored smile on the lady's face. c;

ㅤ⠀The hook had been carefully removed for the evening, set aside- along with it's smaller, hidden counterparts, leaving Crocodile without fear of unintentionally snagging Thea's clothing- or worse, her skin. Evenings such as this were a guilty pleasure he would never grow tired of. The gentle weight of her pressed to his chest, her smaller form able to rest atop his larger with such ease. It was addictive, yes; more than he would ever dare admit aloud.

ㅤ⠀The sudden barrage of kiss after kiss had his head swimming slightly, eyes falling shut as she decided that he would be her canvas, her lips her brush, and her lipstick- the paint. A chuckle rumbled free akin to a crocodile's purr, deep in his chest as his arm curled around the small of her back, helping keep her in place so that she wouldn't roll off on accident. The lingering touch to his lips draws a slow, soft sigh from him as she pulls away.

ㅤ⠀❝Not that I'm complaining, but what's gotten into you?❞ He muses curiously, head tilting back to give her ample space to continue her journey. If he had a mirror, he had no doubt that he would be covered in sparkly, lightly tinted kiss marks. The semisweet taste of the lipstick lingered upon his lips, upon his tongue. Distinctly Thea.

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑬.

[ peck ] a quick, light kiss on the partner's lips or cheek [ french ] a deep, passionate kiss with the use of tongue [ forehead ] a gentle kiss on the partner's forehead, conveying care and affection [ spiderman ] an upside-down kiss, just like in the movie [ mistletoe ] a playful or romantic kiss under a mistletoe [ hand ] a chivalrous kiss on the back of the partner's hand [ lingering ] a long, slow kiss filled with emotion and desire [ neck ] a kiss or gentle sucking on the partner's neck [ nape ] a kiss placed at the nape of the partner's neck [ teasing ] a light brushing of lips against a partner's skin without fully kissing [ earlobe ] a light nibble on the partner's earlobe [ tango dip ] a kiss shared while one partner is dipped backward [ celebration ] a joyful and exuberant kiss to celebrate an achievement or milestone [ stolen ] a quick, stealthy, and impromptu kiss snatched in secret [ bite ] a playful kiss that involves some light biting [ goodbye ] a heartfelt kiss when parting, showing affection and fondness [ rain ] a romantic kiss in the rain [ scars ] a gentle kiss on the partner's scar(s) [ injury ] a careful kiss on a partner's wound to make it all better [ wedding ] a romantic kiss shared during a wedding ceremony [ comfort ] a tender kiss to provide comfort or reassurance [ sunset ] a kiss shared during sunset, often romantic and serene [ butterfly ] a light fluttering of eyelashes against the partner's skin [ seductive ] a deep, slow, and deliberately intense kiss filled with passion and desire [ shoulder ] a tender kiss on the partner's shoulder [ knuckles ] a kiss on each individual knuckle of the partner [ slow motion ] a kiss in slow motion, accentuating every moment and sensation [ reunion ] a longing kiss shared after being apart for a while [ passionate ] an intense and fiery kiss, expressing raw desire and strong emotion [ underwater ] a kiss shared while submerged in water [ wrist ] a tender kiss on the inside of the partner's wrist [ wake up ] a loving kiss to wake the partner up [ apology ] a kiss offered as a way to apologize or make amends [ hummingbird ] a series of light, rapid, and fluttery kisses on a small area [ trail ] a trail of kisses along the partner's jawline or collarbone [ blowing ] a kiss in the air and send of the gesture towards the partner [ surprise ] a sudden kiss to catch the partner off guard [ hickey ] a kiss that's supposed to leave a mark on the partner's skin [ single lip ] a sucking or nibbling of one of the partner's lips [ nose ] an affectionate gesture where partners rub their noses together

[melamemea]

the art of approaching someone with their back turned.

below is a list of prompts suitable for when you're approaching, or being approached, with your back turned to someone. some might be dark, triggers apply to this. if you wish for it to be reversed add + reverse (or flexible if you want to leave it up to the author.

(DRAG) for sender to drag a finger up or down receiver's back.

(GRAZE) for sender to graze their knuckles up or down receiver's back.

(HIDE) for sender to hide their face against receiver's back.

(KISS) for sender to leave a kiss against receiver's back.

(KNIFE) for sender to press the tip of a knife against someone's back.

(LIFT) for sender to lift away receiver's hair from their neck / back and leave a kiss.

(MASSAGE) for sender to massage receiver's back.

(NUZZLE) for sender to nuzzle their nose against receiver's back.

(NAILS) for sender to drag their nails down receiver's back.

(NEAR) for receiver to lay near to sender's back but not quite touching them.

(REST) for sender to lay on top of receiver's back for a rest.

(SLEEP) for sender to fall asleep on receiver's back.

(TICKLE) for sender to capture receiver and tickle them.

(WRAP) for sender to wrap around receiver from behind and pull them closely.

(WRITE) for receiver to write something against receiver's back.

(WHISPER) for receiver to whisper something against sender's back.

[wak3up-d3adman]

💋

The first 5 asks to send 💋 get a kiss: 1/5

ㅤ⠀Perhaps it was the way he had been raised, or perhaps it had nothing to do with that at all. Regardless, Crocodile tried to follow very simple rules when greeting a woman. Bow at the waist, take their extended hand, and press a kiss to their knuckles. Simple enough, truly- and that is what had been done, initially, when Thea had extended her hand for him to take. And yet- mischief colored his smile as he took a moment to gently turn her wrist over, to press a kiss against the delicate pulse point there.

ㅤ⠀Mid-forearm.

ㅤ⠀Inside of her elbow.

ㅤ⠀On the soft skin on the inside of her bicep- before pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek. ❝This new dress looks lovely,❞ he murmured softly, offering his left arm for her to take. To be seen in public together after the disaster of his escape from Impel and the Summit War as a whole was certainly bold, but it had been nearly a year. And business must go on!

ㅤ⠀Like being invited to the Gran Tesoro.

[aamaranthiine]

The collection slowly grows.. Haha! One of two stunning commissions from the talented Iirych, paid for by yours truly. And of course this one is dedicated to my friend Kanon (@per-oceanum) and their rendition of Sir Crocodile. Dont mind these two, having a bit of a lovers spat. This is a paid commission, do not save or repost this anywhere else. Likes are permitted. Reblogs are at my own and Kanon's discretion.

[wak3up-d3adman]

"I love you."

"It'll pass."

[beebssources]

Send  🔪  to  find  yourself  at  the  mercy  of  my  muse. (Send  🔄  +  🔪  to  reverse  the  outcome.)

[soulprompts]

REASONS TO CUP A FACE. ( A PROMPT LIST. )

with the help of some very talented and amazing friends, i present to you an unexpected, very spontaneous meme list based on the beautiful art of cupping someone's face! there's a mix of romantic and platonic here, and even a few that defy the boundaries of normal relationship dynamics! i hope you enjoy! as always; DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST NOR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN!

[KISS]: sender cups the receivers face in their hands before drawing them closer for a kiss.

[CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer.

[CLEAN]: sender affectionately wipes a smudge of sauce from the corner of the receiver's mouth, cupping their face in the process.

[LIFT]: sender gently cups the receiver's face and lifts their chin so the receiver is looking up at them.

[COMFORT]: sender cups a distressed receiver's face in their hands and steadies them by resting their foreheads together.

[ATTENTION]: during an important conversation, the sender takes the receiver's face in their hands and firmly directs their focus on them.

[MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on the receiver's face, the sender cups their face in order to keep them still.

[PRIDE]: after the receiver succeeds in a remarkable achievement, the sender cups their face and tilts their foreheads together to express how proud they are of them.

[WHISPER]: in order to have a private, hushed conversation with the receiver, the sender cups their face and draws them close to make sure they can be heard.

[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer.

[GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.

[WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead.

[LAST LOOK]: before going into a situation that may result in their death, the sender takes a moment to cup the unaware receiver's face in their hand, just to take a final look of admiration at them before they go.

[SACRIFICE]: the sender cups the receiver's face tenderly to distract them, right before shoving them out of the way (to safety) and facing an attack alone in order to buy the receiver enough time to escape.

[BELIEF]: in a moment where the receiver is lacking in self-confidence, the sender cups their face tenderly and professes their faith in the receiver's abilities.

[DISBELIEF]: after the receiver has done something completely unexpected (and reckless) the stunned sender cups their face in their hands while trying to get them to explain why the hell they did it.

[BETRAYAL]: trying to keep the receiver calm before the big reveal, the sender cups their face gently to keep them steady, and then reveals that they're the villain.

[WOUND]: after the receiver has been wounded, the sender tries to keep them calm and conscious by cupping their face in their hands and talking to them to keep them focused.

[INJURY]: after having been badly wounded themselves, the sender tries to reassure the frantic receiver by cupping their face and comforting them.

[RAMSAY]: after the receiver commits a culinary crime, the sender presses two slices of bread against either side of their face, cupping their face to hold the bread in place, and calls them an idiot sandwich.