#cr textposts

[its-your-mind]

Vox Machina as textposts 3/???

[keylils]

fearne <3

i bring a silly goofy vibe to serious situations that the people around me really don't like.

[densitywell]

[vaxieth]

i don’t know who needs to hear this, but the only time imogen has ever questioned if the ruby vanguard had a “point” was in the thirty seconds after an extremely emotionally intense dream where she experienced what it was like to be without pain for the first time in a decade, and when she was corrected by orym, she immediately apologized because she knew she was wrong. this is not and never has been some character defining struggle.

even if we consider her pull to predathos as analogous to a pull towards supporting the vanguard (it isn’t at all, but let’s say it is), she hid how she was feeling in the immediate aftermath, again, of an extremely emotionally intense dream that clearly left her feeling overwhelmed and confused, but the next day, when she was back to herself, she told them she felt a pull and that she wanted them to help her resist it. she said herself, “i know what’s right, even if my heart would say otherwise at some point.”

the fandom’s cynical obsession with imogen “betraying” the group despite ample evidence that, in her right mind, she is committed to them fully and would never willingly chose otherwise is one of the most utterly baffling and frustrating takes i consistently see.

[ashisafriedpickle]

[sharky-the-idiot]

they done banned him from the thermostat...

source here!!

[numbfandom]

Is Fearne a milf? In this essay I will

[marymauk]

Image description: scenes of (mostly) Essek from Crit Recap and textposts.

Scene: Essek reclining on a couch seductively. Text: If you all are nice to me I'll stop being evil.

Scene: Essek and Caleb dance in the Xhorhaus. Text: is he... you know... your narrative foil?

Scene: Essek pouts as he confesses his crimes on the Balleater. Text: hey hey hey, come on, I'm a little wizard, I'm just a little little wizard, no, I'm also evil, I'm an evil little boy

Scene: distant view of the Nein rushing across Eiselcross to Essek. Text: Yes, I know you're miles away but its incredibly urgent that you come and give me a forehead kiss right now

Scene: the Mighty Nein explain their problems to an unsuspecting Essek. Text: characters that go from villain to awkward friend are so important

Scene: the Nein in Aeor. Caleb is a sheep. Text: Oh sheepleb we're really in it now

Scene: Caleb lets Essek pet Frumpkin in the Blooming Grove. Text: he's an irredeemable villain to you. He's my special little princess though.

Essek gives Caleb a half hug at the t-dock. Text: thinks lovingly about Caleb Widogast...

End description.

[anonymousfangirlx]

Was talking to my friend and called the people in the capitol of the hunger games the Hallows.

Anyone else?

[somewhatsentientspellbook]

Perhaps my greatest failing as a human being is that if Vex'ahlia de Rolo, Baroness of the First House of Whitestone, Grandmistress of the Grey Hunt, Champion of the Dawnfather and Coinmistress of the Council of Tal'Dorei were real? We'd both know she's out of my league

[its-your-mind]

Bell’s Hells as textposts 54/???

[thought-42]

Flying on a path, moving through the sky

Critical Role, 645 words, Lerryn, Evandrin Ok but what if it isn’t makeup? When Laerryn is very young --thirty, she knows in retrospect-- she runs away from the noise and chaotic unfamiliarity of a schoolmate’s birthday party and nobody finds her for sixteen hours.

Most of this is lost to the blurry memory of childhood, but the one thing that stands out clearly is the way the meaningless white noise of too much sensation washed over her head, and the  single line of glowing gold that she had followed for a long time until existence stopped hurting. She remembers the weird heat shimmer wavering off the gold, the way it had seemed made for her, a path into the vast emptiness of sky and space.

For a long time she thought she’d imagined it. She wasn’t a particularly whimsical child, her imagination always more inclined to expanding upon the potential of already exstant reality, but she didn’t make the connection to the Apogee Solstice until sometime in her eighties, when she’d gotten access to Patia’s library for the first time and started reading more in depth accounts. Took fifty years to understand that she had quite literally followed a leyline to safety.

*

“Nobody is going to understand the relevance of this,” Van says, leaning so far back in his chair that the front legs come off the ground as he tries to catch a glimpse of their waiter. “It’s just going to be a line.”

“When the fuck have I ever cared what other people think?” Laerryn asks. She’s been picking resentfully at her fruit and honey while Evandrin works his way through a giant plate of various proteins and six cups of coffee. Laerryn had stolen his first one, but she’s got enough energy buzzing through her already as the countdown in her head continues.

They’d picked a cafe directly below the art studio that the tattoo artist she’s chosen operates out of, and the colourful awning above the entrance keeps fluttering in the corner of her vision, fanning the flames of her eager impatience.

“All I’m saying is that my mother has already started referring to you as the ‘Knight School dropout with a face tattoo’.”

“Your mother loves me,” she says, feigning a blase confidence that she’s never felt in regards to this subject.

“That’s true. I’m just fucking with you,” he says. She nods to show she’s already aware.

“It’s accountability,” she says. “I-- My research. I know it’s possible. I know... I can do it, I can’t let myself give up.”

*

She’d measured the exact path of the leyline she wants to create, and the point at which it will branch off from an already existing line.  There’s no way to know if it’s the same one she saw as a child, but in her head she’s allowing herself to conflate the two to choose the colour. It’s hard to represent the intended angles of the shift she’s planning on what is essentially a two dimensional plane, but she’s done her best with the maths she’s been using in her models.

She imagines the entire city following that single golden pathway to something new as the artist draws the line down her forehead, tiny transmutations tickling and itching as her skin and the ink become one combined material. Today is the first step, but she knows it won’t be finished for a long time. Alone, the line is striking but meaningless. The right colour, the proportional lengths. A straight line. Beginning, then ending all on one plane.

For now.

The next time the leylines will be visible she’ll be 150 years old. The next time she sees her leyline, if she’s smart enough and works hard enough and doesn’t let herself get distracted, it will be angled in a new direction. When she comes back to get her tattoo finished, they’ll all be on another plane.

“Hey,” she says, snapping her fingers at Evandrin. The artist pulls away, frowning at her. “You’ve gotta come with me next time, too.”

[voidstifyinq]

I was wondering why shipping fnc was so familiar and then I suddenly remembered fjorclay

[vaxieth]

so many complaints about characters in c3 “not talking” could be resolved by remembering how much time has actually passed in canon. the last 4.75 episodes took place over a singular day. shardgate was three days ago. it’s that simple.

[ashisafriedpickle]

[observingzombie]

No matter what, Sam riegel is a treasure and should be adored and his characters even more so.