#Fearne Calloway

[finncakes]

miss calloway ur hand in marriage please.... 🥺💕

[iamprofessorgod]

Okay, but like for real. Imagine being in Fearne’s position, the person who you love dearly and consider a close friend is looking for comfort in someone who isn’t even there. While you try your best to be as loving as possible.

Like no beef with Orym, but like that’s pretty sad.

https://x.com/yencirilla/status/1782515807731499136?s=46&t=UHvJzFr0xr-CogW9CxkqpA

[undead-knick-knack]

With FCG gone, Fearne now has the lowest Intelligence of the party

[cringefaecompilation]

cannot stand it when i see posts saying orym could/can only ever have concrete conversations about himself and his feelings with either dorian or ashton or that they're the only people that would understand what he's going through. asides from the Women Just Don't Get It-ness of it all, like:

i rest my case

[annemarieyeretzian]

fresh cut grass’ stress being so high, the fuel pumping through his core having reached a level it’s never reached before, and it is so intense that for the first time, fresh cut grass realizes that they are alive,,, not alive because he was woken up by devexian or made my dancer or given purpose by the changebringer,,, but because his friends made him alive, because he made connections with ashton, and imogen, and laudna, and orym, and fearne, and dorian, and chetney, and F.R.I.D.A,,, thinking I’m happy to do this, I’m happy to do this, because they saved my life, and I’ll save theirs as he embraces his own explosion

[tatersdoesstuff]

just some cr ladies <3

[simplysparrow14]

Every time Ashton kisses Fearne, he unknowingly does that little Leg-Lift that most idiots-in-love do all the time

[towards-toramunda]

Can’t believe I just saw someone call Dorian orym’s best friend FEARNE CALLOWAY GET BEHIND ME

[stupidlyinfatuatedonstorytelling]

Clips of Critical Role I saved on my phone part (31/?)

[dailymarisharay]

[mehoymalloy]

Mayday, mayday! I'm going down, I'm obsessed, I'm doomed, send help.

The first bit of actual writing I've done for Fearne/Poska, with way more to come, I have no doubt.

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Poska watches through a grimy window as the faun sits at the bar, nursing a drink all on her lonesome so late at night. It feels too lucky to be anything but a trap. Which is why Poska has been standing here between an empty, broken-down cart and some crates, slouched against the exterior of the tavern as she waits to see if anyone will join her quarry.

A few minutes pass… then five… then ten. And no one of note enters. The faun remains alone at the bar, occasionally chatting to the elf-orc bartender as she sips on her drink.

Poska waits until the glass is refilled before she finally enters the tavern. Rolling her shoulders, she opens the door just enough to slip inside without ringing the bell that hangs from a beam near the frame.

No matter how light her steps, the faun’s long ear twitches ever so slightly in her direction as she approaches; when Poska slides into the seat right beside the faun’s, that ear swivels to face her before Fearne herself does.

Poska intentionally does not look at her. She catches the bartender’s eye and smiles as she gestures towards Fearne’s drink, ordering the same for herself. She watches the elf-orc pour the drink and curls her shoulders slightly to lean casually against the bar, not at all bending beneath the weight of the faun’s gaze. She does not even react when Fearne turns to face her, frilly skirts and strange knees brushing against the supple leather covering Poska’s thigh.

Poska waits until her drink is set before her, and she takes a slow sip before she finally turns her head to look at the faun in return.

Fearne has her elbow resting against the bar, jaw lazily cupped in the palm of her hand. Long talons extending from a blackened hand carefully weave through her pale green hair, the sharpened tip of her pinky finger slowly tapping against her cheekbone.

Poska follows the line of that deadly-looking claw up to acidic green irises wrapped around prey pupils, oval and large and shining with the torchlight and maybe something even brighter.

Fearne looks not the least bit surprised to see her.

“Poska,” she says, and Poska grits her teeth at the way she says her name, like she’s holding the most delectable sweet on her tongue—savoring it.

“You cut your hair,” she says, and her eyes crinkle as she smiles. “Cute.”

Poska might just be the slightest bit surprised.

[khalliys]

I have a feeling that drink is gonna end up with Fearne.

[viridializard]

Emperor of Fire

[furballtsarina]

"And then I give her a big ol' kiss." EXQUEEZE ME SIR YOU WHAT. I just had to paint it lol.

[shalizeh7]

[annemarieyeretzian]

everyone else getting everyone else up,,, chetney going over to orym,,, imogen going over to ashton oh god oh fuck oh god oh fuck ashton will come back to consciousness not immediately knowing fresh cut grass is gone,,, fearne gathering any and all parts of fresh cut grass she can find,,, ashton searching for the coin of the changebringer fresh cut grass carried,,, orym helping fearne gather fresh cut grass’ remains and crying “I’m really sad.”