Krystina S

[kaykayparade]

Every friend group should include...

My take on this post but with the Baldurs Gate 3 companions

[bellabrady]

incorrect buddie quotes part idk

[the-herdier]

Vox Machina as cats:

Vex and Vax:

- Jet black longhair littermates.

-Vax knows how to open doors. And food containers. And treat bags. If it's tasty, he will find a way to get into it.

- Vex is the huntress queen. She's usually the reason there's a dead bug on the carpet. She also loves to "catch" a toy and then meow as she parades around with it in her mouth.

- They look for each other when they're not in the same room.

Percy:

- Brown striped tabby/white shorthair.

- Knocks things off of ledges when he's bored.

- If Vex wasn't the reason there's a dead bug on the carpet, it was him.

- Don't even try to clip his claws.

- Will watch you when you're on the computer and/or walk across the keyboard without a care in the world.

Keyleth:

- Orange striped tabby longhair.

- Catnip addict.

- Cat grass addict.

- Her spot is at the top of the cat tree, always.

- Chatters at birds in the window.

- Somewhat skittish.

- Tries to run so fast she skids across the floor.

Grog:

- Grey/black spotted tabby shorthair.

- Huge, as in "taller than the coffee table" huge.

- Puffs up at his reflection in the mirror.

- Easily the friendliest cat in the house.

- Also the one most likely to get himself into predicaments, like getting his head stuck in a box.

- Aggressive head-butter.

Scanlan:

- Brown and white Munchkin.

- If he fits, he sits.

- Very talkative.

- Also very loud. And demanding.

- Shoves his butt into peoples' faces when he wants attention.

Pike:

- Cream Munchkin.

- Grooming is her love language.

- Shares the bed/couch/wherever with you all day when you're sick.

- Probably loves catnip even more than Keyleth does.

[today-only-happens-once]

Lowkey each time the Bells Hells talk about the issue of the gods, the more I want to give Orym a megaphone. Personal feelings about the gods don’t matter, in my opinion. Ludinus and the Vanguard have caused irreparable, tangible harm. That should be enough.

You can hate Pelor and still want to stop the people that murdered the love of your friend’s life. Those are things that can coexist.

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Aragorn, releasing a spider he caught: you should treat spiders how you wish to be treated.

Legolas, nodding: killed with no hesitation.

Aragorn: are you ok?!?

Legolas, resident silvan who’s been dealing with sauron’s bs for centuries: no 😆

[911-incorrect-quotes-dispatch]

Eddie: I feel sad.

Buck: I have emotional jumper cables right here! I'll boost you! Just need to attach them like so and ta da!

Eddie: This is just a hug.

Buck: Is it working though?

Eddie, tearing up: ...Yeah.

[aeruthien]

Oooh that delicious moment where Imogen talks to Orym in his head about telling Keyleth about the vision of the Raven Queen

Orym decidedly NOT doing that but instead telling Keyleth about Imogen's mother

She is like "that's not what I meant" and he is like "I don't care"

But also saying he vouches for her

People going against Imogen can be so sexy actually

(Disclaimer: I love Imogen and I think this is great for her)

[reilora-borealis]

I love that Liam finally went “I’m tired of playing sad orphans, I’m going to make a character with a big happy family” and the rest of the cast went ??? I’m so confused can you draw us a diagram??

[bastardash]

Orym: I'm 6'6"! This is so weird!

Ashton: 👀

Imogen fellow disaster gay: I clocked that expression Ashton!

[annemarieyeretzian]

let me see if I have this right. bor’dor experienced life-altering trauma. he signed up with a cult leader to hurt whoever he could however he could in order to take down the gods because he felt personally betrayed. orym experienced life-altering trauma. he Did Not sign up with a cult leader. he did not intend to hurt whoever he could however he could. he continued to protect his people. he has consistently refused to hurt or kill, subduing enemies instead of eradicating them, and asking the rest of the hells to follow suit whenever possible. he has taken the deaths at their own hands hard and seriously. he has, as of yet, not taken now multiple betrayals personally. but bor’dor is to be pitied and excused while orym is to be dismissed and deemed somehow both a “boring, moral boy scout who needs to stop bitching” about *checks notes* his dead husband and a “cold, selfish, single-minded man becoming a murderer full of bloodlust!!!!!!!” ok. you can *kiri voice* go fuck yourself!

[aeli-tan-art]

⚠ Warning: Blood and Flashing Lights ⚠

song: Dirty Little Animals by Bones UK

[freizusein]

Orym: I was trained to be a personal guard; my passive perception is so high, I'm on extreme alert even when there’s no danger!

FCG: Orym, that’s PTSD.

[aeli-tan-art]

⚠️blood and flashing lights ⚠️

wip Bell's Hells animatic

[samuraiko]

Orym: Adventures of a quarterling

Little Orym about to visit his best friend, but there are hurdles if you're a little under two feet tall.

I promised @jennydolfen that I’d give her a vignette based on this, soooooo…

“Knock Knock”

*knock knock*

Derrig looked up from his breakfast and called out, “Come in!” Then he went back to his food, his mind already back to planning for the day.

*knock knock*

He looked up again and called out even louder, “IT’S OPEN!” But just as he picked up his fork again, he heard a plaintive voice from outside.

“Hello?”

Oh, of course. Derrig ran one hand over his face, muffling his brief chuckle, then got up and walked to the front door to open it, revealing a young halfling who was glaring balefully up at the door handle out of his reach.

“Hi, Derrig… is Will in?”

Derrig made only a half-hearted attempt at hiding his grin before looking over his shoulder and calling, “WILL!” Then he muttered to himself, “We need a cat flap.”

Will came breezing into the hallway. “Heya, Orym!”

“Hey, Will.”

“How long have you been standing outside this time?”

“Not that long.” Orym blushed and looked down at his feet.

“Yep, we definitely need a cat flap,” Derrig murmured.

“We could always build a scaffold,” Will suggested with a smile. “How about a ladder? Or maybe a ramp?”

“A special bell pull just for Orym?” Derrig’s eyes crinkled in amusement as he watched his son swoop up Orym and place him on his shoulders.

Just then, Maeve wandered out from the house on her way to the garden. “What’s this about a bell pull?”

“We were coming up with ideas for when Orym comes by,” Derrig explained to his daughter, and she laughed.

“We could always put an ivy trellis near the front door, and he could just climb that. I’ve wanted one for months!”

Orym stuck his tongue out at her, and she gave him a quick hug before circling behind the house to the garden.

“I still like the cat flap idea,” Will commented.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, rub it in,” Orym grumbled, though he hugged Will a bit tighter.

“Or maybe a Sending Stone!” Will was saying to his father. “We could get a special set just so Orym can let me know to come to the door.”

Orym just sighed and hid his face against Will’s hair.

“Just you wait… I’ve got at least another foot left of growing in me and then you’ll have to find someone else to tease.”

“But it’s more fun with you,” Will grinned, reaching up to tousle Orym’s hair.

Then Derrig’s eyes lit up.

“Actually… I might have a much better idea…”

A few days later…

*knock knock*

“Come on in, it’s open!” Nel called out from the kitchen. Then a few moments later, she heard from below the open kitchen window…

“Hi, Nel… can you open the front door? Derrig said I should stop by after sword practice today.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” Nel quickly washed and dried her hands, then hurried to the front door to open it just as Orym came sprinting from around the corner of the house. “Derrig just got home actually, so perfect timing.” She dropped an idle kiss on the top of Orym’s head and pushed him down the hall toward the living area before heading back into the ktichen.

Orym wandered in and found Derrig looking rather pleased with himself.

“You wanted to see me?”

“I think I may have solved two problems at once,” Derrig told him, and from behind his back, he pulled a fairly large leather satchel and tossed it to the halfling, who caught it with an “oomph!”

“What’s this?”

Derrig just gestured to the satchel, so Orym opened it and found a beautifully crafted set of leather boots inside.

“They’re lovely, but… I already have mostly new boots,” Orym said, holding out one foot.

“Ah, but these are special. Put them on and come outside with me.”

Orym did as he was told, and while he was finishing lacing up the second boot, Derrig shouted for Will and told him to meet them outside.

Soon the three of them were standing before the house, Will and Derrig looking down at Orym, Orym looking down at his feet.

“They fit really nicely.” Then he looked up at Derrig. “So what’s so special about these?”

“Give a quick thump with your heels, and then jump as high as you can, straight up.”

Orym did so, and then he let out an abrupt and startled yell when he suddenly found himself ten feet in the air.

“Wh-wh-whoa!”

He landed hard in an awkward crouch, while Derrig and Will were roaring with laughter. Orym barely noticed though as he was staring in awe at his feet.

“What ARE these?”

“Longstrider boots,” Derrig explained when he got his breath back. “They’ll allow you to run faster, and jump higher and farther. Quite useful in combat, let me assure you.” Then he grinned and pointed at the front door. “And they’ll allow you to reach the door handle.”

Orym was already testing how fast he could run by doing a quick lap around the house, then with a focused leap, he parkoured off a windowsill and up onto the roof of the house.

“THIS IS AWESOME!” he cheered, then he ran the length of the roof, leapt off, and landed in front of Will and Derrig with only the slightest wobble. Then he leapt up again, this time to throw his arms around Derrig’s neck and hug him hard.

“Thanks so much!”

Derrig embraced him. “You’re welcome. Put them to good use.”

“Maeve’s not going to be happy, though,” Will commented as Orym dropped down from embracing Derrig, then sprang up to perch on Will’s shoulders.

“Why not?” Orym asked in concern.

“She was really wanting that trellis…”

[dsadwdasdadawdwad-deactivated20]

The group makes a nightmare snowmare

“There’s no single way to cope with grief” -Orym

[nowyoursoulisforfeit]

Percy: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers? Vax: Peonies, why? Percy: Vax: Were you going to get me flowers? Percy: Vax: Percy: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

[ozbian]

Just thinking about how Orym watched Ashton kindly snap a halfling's neck with their bare hands in a warzone three days ago

Then Orym sees Deni$e lure rabbits in with kindness before snapping their necks - a similar scene except he's closer in size to the barbarian this time (and Orym likes rabbits)

And Orym takes Ashton's hand and tries to relieve them of their pain and distract him

Then Ashton talks about the deaths that stick with you