#critical role au

[hirosboard]

Proof that fumbling horrendously WORKS.

[petyritonel]

redrawing promo shoots is my calling

[jadequarze]

Anyway, I miss Mythology AU

[bvnnyface]

More 90s Bells Hells au i will finish the whole cast reference page i made later happy Thursday night critters

[redstarcat]

Old Gods AU, where Molly and Caleb were once gods of a time before Exandria. Upon the ending and passing of that time, their souls are released into the world of Exandria by the current gods. Of course, Molly and Caleb have no clue they were once gods. The powers they once had are extremely dormat and their memories practically lost to history. However, their old god selves were married, and Molly and Caleb tend to act on things that seem quite to natural with each other.

[willowbirds]

Little Laudna concept art for my Cyberpunk AU ⚙️

This whole AU started because I decided to draw Laudna as a Cyborg and now I am writing a whole multi part fanfic for this AU.

Other than a few tweaks to better fit what I envisioned while writing, Laudna’s cyborg design hasn’t changed much since her creation.

[maluspumilaa]

every time i draw the tma au its pure self indulgence please enjoy

[waltwhitmansbeard]

Sitting in the other one’s lap when they have no where else to sit(during appropriate times 👀) with Vaxleth, please?

Sitting in the other one’s lap when they have no where else to sit(during appropriate times 👀) going a lil off-script with this one and setting it in vamp machina, pre-kidnapping

Keyleth asks every night for three weeks straight until Vax finally relents. He doesn't know why she's so set on this, easily the dumbest idea she's ever had, but when she makes her eyes all big and shiny like that, what's he supposed to do, let her down?

So he takes her to a vampire bar.

It's the sleazy dive near the docks, the kind of place that the kind of girl like Keyleth would never accidentally stumble into. When he picks her up from her apartment, she's dressed in what he's sure she thinks is something incognito—skinny black jeans, one of his t-shirts, a baggy gray flannel, boots that have seen better days. And it's true, she looks the part—she looks fucking incredible, if he's being honest—but it's not going to change the fact that she smells undeniably human.

They take a taxi, and on the entire drive, Vax goes over the rules three more times, low so the cabbie doesn't hear. "Never more than two feet away from me, don't take any drink offered to you, keep Pike's holy symbol around your neck at all times—"

"—conjure sunlight if things get hairy, yes, I know." She rolls her eyes at him, but Vax can tell she's excited. "I promise, I'll be on my best behavior."

"Yeah, well, it's not you I'm worried about."

The cab pulls up outside the bar, which looks identical to every other brick-faced building around it, cracked sidewalks and all, and Vax gets out first, putting himself between her and the door. As he helps her out, he murmurs, "We can leave now. The night's still young, we can probably catch that movie you were telling me about."

She ignores him, brushing past him to head for the door. He scrambles to catch up to her. When they enter, it's exactly as he remembers: low lights, throbbing music, vampires and their rented donors lounging on all configurations of couches and tables. The whole place smells of copper and cigarette smoke, and instantly Vax is starving.

He keeps a hand firm around Keyleth's waist. Her presence does not go unnoticed; at least half a dozen of the closest vampires swing their eyes up and down her body, one obviously comparing her to the scantily-dressed woman his teeth in whose neck his teeth are currently buried.

Vax hates this place.

"C'mon." He starts to urge her toward a table farther away from the main bar area, but Keyleth resists. "What about a drink?" she asks, gesturing toward the bartender.

"You offering?"

Vax yanks Keyleth away from the burly, seedy vamp suddenly leering over her. "Fuck off," he hisses, letting his fangs finish the rest of the threat. He's not surprised when the other vamp slinks off; this place sucks, but at least it's generally understood that you don't eat off of anyone else's plate without permission.

There's a table free in the corner, which makes Vax antsy, but at least it's empty. As he shepherds a too-curious Keyleth towards it, he's stopped by an annoyingly familiar drawl. "Never thought I'd catch you here, brother."

Vax freezes. Keyleth stumbles, then turns to see what made him stop. "Are you...oh, wow." Her head swivels between Vax and his sister, who is seated at a booth along the wall across from two other vamps whose names Vax can't remember but whose faces he recognizes from the many, many nights he spent bouncing between haunts like this one. "You two look...I mean, you must be Vex!"

Keyleth is beaming, like this is always how she imagined meeting her boyfriend's twin sister. Vex is draped along the back edge of the booth, looking as casually sinister as ever, her eyes surveying Keyleth in a way that Vax knows means scrutiny, not hunger. "And you must be the witch." Her eyes swivel over to Vax. "You brought her here? And here I was thinking you stopped being fun when you started eating at home all the time."

Keyleth's cheeks tinge pink, and the other vamps—Vax is going to remember their names any second, he's sure of it—start to salivate at the smell of her blood pooling so close to the surface. Keeping his voice low, Vax murmurs, "Play nice, Vex'ahlia."

Vex throws her hands up in surrender. "I'm always nice, brother." She smiles sweetly at Keyleth. "Would you care to join us, darling?"

Before Vax can protest, Keyleth chirps, "Of course!" She eyes the seats beside Vex, which will definitely not fit the both of them. Undeterred, Keyleth grabs Vax by the arm and shoves him unceremoniously beside his sister. He's just managed to right himself when she perches on his lap, swinging her legs beneath the table. "There!"

Everyone stares at her, Vax easily the most dumbfounded. She's never been like this. Keyleth tends to be shyer than most, preferring to keep her affections behind closed doors, which is more than fine with Vax—so sitting on his lap and playing with the fine hairs at the nape of his neck in a den of vampires and iniquity is about as far from the Keyleth he knows as she can get.

Vex, on the other hand, seems bemused. "You are a wild thing, aren't you?" She leans in, teeth glittering in the light of the candle in the middle of the table. "I can see why my brother likes you."

"And I can see why he speaks so highly of you. You're so confident. I admire that."

"Aren't you sweet?" Vex whacks Vax's shoulder. "You should be sweet like her."

"Oh, he's plenty sweet." Her fingers have abandoned his hair and are now playing with the sensitive tip of his ear, and even in the tense atmosphere of this bar, it is...doing something to him. "He's a real gentleman, walks me home from work, brushes my hair out before bed, always stops drinking before I get dizzy—"

Vax chokes. "Keyleth—"

The woman across from Vex—Jenna? Jemma? It's driving him crazy—smirks. "Quite the pair you two make. I don't suppose you ever share..."

"Oh, I don't share." Keyleth lifts the hand that isn't torturously teasing his ear, and Vax's eyes blown wide when small sparks of sunlight dance between her fingers.

The vampire couple shies away with a hiss, and then the man grumbles, "We should go." The two slip easily out of the booth and disappear among the crowd.

Just like that, Keyleth slumps against Vax's chest, barely giving him enough time to catch her before she slides off his lap. "That was a lot."

"I'll fucking say. I've never seen you act like that before."

She smiles sheepishly. "Did you see her face when you walked up? She wanted to eat you up." She shrugs. "I had to...educate her."

Oh, if they weren't in the most dangerous place in the city right now. Vax's jaw hangs low, but Vex's head tips back as she cackles. "Oh...oh I like you. Feisty little witch you've found yourself, Vax. I rather think this vine's got thorns."

Keyleth preens. Vax presses his lips to the crook of her neck. "And what lovely thorns they are."

[demigoddessqueens]

How would Percy react to modern s/o telling him that he is the closest being they have met that even remotely resembles a person from their modern era?

That it was what initially drew them to him because the familiar mannerisms he displayed, that in the beginning his very presence was comforting and staved off some of the homesickness.

I kinda like this concept because if roles were reversed I can easily see Percy being one who would adapt to the modern world

Naturally, he’s curious about you too but even more if you drop a lil tidbit like that

Both of your mannerisms are in sync with each other so there’s also an unspoken underlying layer of trust

You swap stories about each other’s lives, though he is still hesitant to delve deeper about his, sometimes memories being a bit painful

If you’re into tech/engineering, oh you two are geeking out like crazy with each other about new developments or anything from your world

Modern au x CR canon-verse, Percy is one of the most fascinated about you

Sometimes if you ever feel homesick, he’s also one of your go-to people. He put his coat around you one time when you were asleep but won’t admit it. Yet

Part of this whole trust building also means he includes you into decision making and keeps you in the loop with everything going on

Also shows you whatever new breakthroughs he’s made with inventions

[malaismere]

idk if I actually want to write it, but I was thinking, ‘hm, baldurs gate three is a pretty good set up to have a character from something else be Tav’ and obviously how could I not immediately think of Jester. Mostly because Tav has big ‘everybody loves Jester Lavorre’ energy.

just. the crystal clear image of her getting upset that she’s back at level one, and yelling at the traveler about it, which everyone else goes ‘okay whatever so she’s maybe a bit crazy, we can deal with it’ and then like the first time they set up camp he just actually shows up to apologize, because this plane is making him do *paperwork*

I’m kind of tempted to restat her as a warlock for said paperwork reasons, which would mean Wyll getting to watch her make a very casual deal and having Emotions about that. And obviously Shadowheart and Gale have their own fun angst about the God angle.

[cringefaecompilation]

a retrospective on princess trixie sparkle inspired this bodyswap au and i am not sorry.

ashton and dorian: the most obvious swap and the reason i wanted to do this. ashton wakes up as a prince and internally goes "are you fucking kidding me, he ran away from a life this cushy? that spoiled little fucker!" and meanwhile poor dorian is stuck with phantom pains in his new rock arm and chronic pains everywhere else

orym and chetney: look i know anybody's first thought would be to swap orym and fearne but can you fucking imagine how funny this would be. chetney books it to the nearest pub to flirt with guys 3 times his size because he's a handsome young man again and orym gives little kids those strawberry candies

fcg and imogen: fcg has to work with two legs. they have won, but at what cost. also having a heartbeat and breathing makes fcg uncomfortable in a way they cannot describe. imogen is finally free from her migraines but now she's stuck with the constant humming and beeping of fcg's internals

fearne and laudna: for laudna, being alive and full of boundless energy is scary. she hasn't felt it in a while and she worries if it's wrong to enjoy it. fearne kind of likes being in laudna's body. she's so light and not having to breathe is fun! meanwhile delilah still stuck in the body she'd tethered herself into is FUCKING FUMING that laudna alone now has fearne's fire shard power and she has no idea how to use it

[gobliiine]

me sitting up in the dark at 3am to absolutely no one: dorashrym Anastasia au

The wyvernwinds are killed but little Prince Bronte is saved by a bb Ashton and Orym who both live and work in the palace

years later Ashton and Orym meet Dorian Storm who looks JUST LIKE the lost prince and convince him to pass himself off as bronte

(Ashton is really the instigator here but orym goes along with them)

except slowly along the way Dorian’s memories return and PLOT TWIST he is the lost prince who ashton and orym saved all those years ago

and then they all kiss about it

[petyritonel]

here's part two cuz i couldn't get it out of my head!!

[jadequarze]

Drew these during my off time. Enjoy them because I’m sure af that I won’t be able to draw the same tattoos every single time.

Also, please for the love of everything don’t ask me “where’s character x?”

[bvnnyface]

More 90s AU Fearne

My notes on her: (they’re in college methinks)

- No one knows too many solid facts about Fearne, but she came to the town’s high school junior year and has been hanging around ever since. It can be assumed she’s well travelled and quite possibly only at college for the parties. She must be pursuing some degree here, because she disappears randomly, but then again, Imogen has seen Fearne in veterinarian lectures, and Fearne is most definitely not on that roster. Fearne’s also a bartender at the nearest campus bar, no one’s quite sure how she hasn’t failed out.

- Fearne resorts to hypothetical violence often. “I’ll kill you.” “We should kill them” is just a thing she says. She says it very nonchalantly in a way that if you didnt know her you’d laugh it off. Its the deadpan eyebrow raise that follows that usually throws everyone off

- Fearne LOVES jazz. Jazz is chaos. Imogen has to live with Fearne and her jazz records which can be a challenge.

- Fearne has a cat named Little Mister, but just “Mister” will do.

- 90s? More like Dress liek it’s the 70s No Matter What!

[czpeterp]

I just think that everybody should go read Woo Me By Moonlight!!! Idk just saying...

My entry to Dorym Week for the AU day!! I'm technically a day late but ssshhhh