At the edge of the universe humming a tune

ch53 jealous hakuri

If Wyll Ravengard has a million fans I am one of them. If Wyll has fifty fans I am one of them. If Wyll has one fan, I am dead and it's Theo Solomon left holding down the fort.

The Mighty Nein created themselves in so many ways, more sideways and careful than the usual D&D party structure, more selective than the usual scrappy nobody heroes, and I can’t stop thinking about it.

(I know it’s been over a year. I know.)

Because some it was intentional and some of it was pure coincidence, some of it was a minor backstory detail that suddenly made everything fit into place, and some of it was large enough to hurt, and so terribly clever.

Nott the Brave being an anagram for Veth Brenatto.

Fjord Stone, with a surname he rejected because it felt it didn’t fit, having SO MUCH meaning tied to the Wildmother in a way that no one, not even Travis could have ever predicted.

Jester naming herself because she wanted to make people happy.

Beau, given the name of the son her father always wanted.

And Caleb Widogast, a name that was random and stuck because Bren decided to stay with the goblin girl he met in prison. And Bren, said in so many ways throughout the story: as a weapon by Trent, as a reminder. It’s just a name. Caleb doesn’t seem to mind being called it, but the way it’s said matters so much. Astrid calls him Bren like she’s calling him home.

Orphanmaker. The title Yasha wore when she wasn’t herself, and never a name her friends called her.

(Molly/Lucien is their own post, honestly)

And then their name. The Mighty Nein. The Mighty No. A joke, at first.

(“But there are only seven of you” “we lost two in the sewers.”)

They liked it because it was ironic, because it was a good cover. And then they did finally, actually, become Nine later. Who could have thought?

I’m just…forever so in awe of how carefully stitched together this family was, how they were so careful with what they called themselves, how barely anyone will remember the name The Mighty Nein.

They were such a goddamn good story.

I miss them.

fuck people who reblog posts which contradict each other. no! be explicitly clear

This could have been Wyll and Ansur but Larian's playing.

since mrs, ms, and mr are all descended from the latin word magister, i propose the gender neutral version should be mg, short for "mage"

some people think this is a shitpost so i want to clarify that i am dead fucking serious. make mage the official gender neutral honorific NOW. i want it on my passport. i want it on my bank account. i want doctors and judges to use it for me. i don't care if it sounds a little silly. people thought "missus" sounded crass at first. call me mg.

benefits of mg:

drawbacks:

I have made the mistake of reading reddit, and there is a lot of speculation there that Critical Role, as a company, is gearing up to Nuke Exandria and replace it with Daggerheart. Which I am all for, personally, but that's not this thread.

One chain of comments is that the PC's previous characters would become the gods of this new world--i.e., Vax would become the god of death, Jester a God of Chaos, ect. And someone said Caleb as a God of time.

No no no no no.

*Essek's* the God of Time. Caleb?

Caleb is the god of *change.**

Caleb is the god of hearth. He is the god you pray to in the cold dark of winter to keep your family warm. He is the god of light and fire and hope. He is the god of no more children on pyres, of a difference thinner than a razor.

He's a god of redemption.

They say, at the Church of Widogast, that everyone is capable of redemption. That it is never too late to change.

A popular story at the church is that even a shadowed hand may find its way to the light through Widogast, although there are none alive now who know the origin of that phrase.

Wyll sketchys, I think he would look cool in a big pirate coat

larian can only make this up to me by giving me a full fledged wedding with wyll at the end of the game

Prompt: Tav (or companion of your choice) in a "the horrors persist but so do I" t-shirt

Oh to be a half-drow enby bard asked to be a dance partner in the campfirelight

Saw the VM vs M9 oneshot and had the time of my life But being me, I immediately started thinking: What would Essek and Caleb look like, if they were called to the arena? So here’s my take on some Road Warrior Wizards

(I spent an unhealthy amount of time on this so please percieve them)

tell myself that i don't miss you at all

Obsessed with the fact that the movie ending basically means Ambrosius and Nimona will have to tolerate each other for Bal’s sake

Laughing imagining the members of Hobie’s band watching him go from cool collected loner to a pining mess. They have no idea who holds his heart but they can tell that someone does and it’s lowkey killing them not to know, they have to know who’s got their guitarist all distracted and spacey, barely listening half the time, doodling hearts and hourglass shapes on his notebooks, writing nothing but love songs anymore, the sappiest yet most heartfelt love songs in existence. He’s even smiling more, and practically dives for his weird bracer whenever it makes a noise, and mumbles in his sleep about someone named ‘Pav’.

The need to Know drives them nuts, and then their faces when Hobie finally brings Pavitr around to meet them and they realize that the mysterious muse that got Hobie all lovey-dovey is a short yet energetic chatterbox ball of sunshine and confidence that they would never in a million years thought Hobie would go for, and yet it’s written all over Hobie’s face in the way he looks at Pavitr, the way he smiles and teases and tries to impress him, the way he totally stops functioning when Pavitr gives him a beaming smiles and broodily pulls Pavitr close with a possessive arm when he thinks someone else is eying him up.

Then they tease Hobie relentlessly for the rest of his life