#DO YOU SPICE? ; scanlan shorthalt

[cat-cosplay]

Happy The Legend Of Vox Machina day to all who... Spice?

[mayapapaya33]

SPOILERS TLOVM s3 pt3

lol drug dealer animated Matt Mercer! I still hope we're going to Get some of the Fusaka Saga. I want Scanlan to buy Cooking spices damnit!

[heartheaded]

— what are you the patron saint of ?

PATRON SAINT OF SILENCE

you are the patron saint of empty spaces, cavernous rooms, moments that last for days. for some people, the emptiness is horrible, something that they need to fill: you, its patron, try to search within it for peace. there is NOTHING there. there is never anything there. even the emptiness is not a presence of its own. the only thing there is YOU.

tagged by : @stcrforged , tagging: @huntingxlegacy, @plasticsouled, @xbadnews, @melpcmene

[yavvana]

Wait...next season...do we get...spice?

[heartheaded]

𝄇𝄋𝄋𝄆 < ❝... I got it. You itchin' to flex your dexterity, brother?❞

Scanlan waves over the bartender, and they lean over so he can whisper something. The look on their face changes and suddenly he's presented with an assortment of small, wooden shots filled with ale and a couple of cork balls. He just as quickly sets the shots across the table, a matching set of 10 for each of them and 1 ball.

𝄇𝄋𝄋𝄆 < ❝How about a lil' Ale Toss? Maybe you even up the ante with a bet for the winner, eh? Spicy enough for ya?❞

It's not like he's NEVER taken any kinds of drugs, they drink potions on the regular and use magic for various reasons, so he's not here to defend the moral of staying clean, but still.

Though maybe, after a day like this, Vax can allow himself to let lose and WORRY LESS, at least for a little while. For tonight, and only because it's rare that Scanlan offers to spend time with him, and even favors it over some quick hook up.

"You pick a GAME." he then says, leaning back in his chair and finishing off his drink. "I'll indulge you for a night."

[heartheaded]

no matter what, you can always count on me. [Grog to Scanlan. ^^]

𝄇𝄋𝄋𝄆 < ❝Thanks, pal, but I ain't worried about countin' on you.❞

Something had been off after the Umbrasyl encounter, even after Scanlan's wounds healed to the extent that he could get back out on the field and flex his fingers. It started with a fizzling spell here or there, but quickly grew into something more when Scanlan accidentally failed a Hand and dropped a ton of caltrops on Grog.

And yet here Grog still stands, in case Scanlan thinks he's mad, which--hey, not entirely inaccurate. He's just been sitting off by himself at this latest long rest bonfire, staring into the flames and wondering why the magic of a bard song isn't quite reaching his ears the same way it did before that fight.

𝄇𝄋𝄋𝄆 < ❝You doin' okay? Did I leave any bruises?❞

[heartheaded]

just stand there and don't move. i won't hit you. (from grog to scanlan!)

𝄇𝄋𝄋𝄆 < ❝Death Ward--❞

Scanlan squeaks out with barely an audible utter, clutching his lute in a way that an aristocrat would clutch their pearls. Sadly he didn't think to prep this earlier, but mid-combat amid this surprise swarm of feral forest kobalts got the drop on everyone. Damn reptiles and their inferred heat vision--! He knew they shouldn't've taken the long rest in the tall grass!

𝄇𝄋𝄋𝄆 < ❝Alright! Drop your nuke, big boy!❞

[omgwhatamievendoing]

watching the movie Dune with Scanlan saying „Do you spice?“ in the back of your head throughout the whole movie definitely was a unique experience

[heartheaded]

Truly, nothing can hold a candle to the heart-healing powers of a goliath's massive bosom. Healers across the realms would save a pretty penny on material if they employed plush flush like this--

He huffs in relief at the weighted squish, never tired of how this motion would completely pacify him. It's a dangerous weakness to have, sure, but no one's surprised. Scanlan would admit to it like a man! Good, strong hugs aside, he's glad.

𝄇𝄋𝄋𝄆 < ❝That's the good stuff--❞

The fact that he's the one trying to cheer Scanlan up, trying to find all the right things to to say just goes to show how far he's come. There would have been a time he would have looked down on someone expressing their feelings like this, trying to talk things out rather than hitting something to work through any actual emotions.

And while he still used his fists to express himself now and then, he'd found healthier ways to cope. A lot of that had to do with Pike, but this weird little family of theirs had helped too. Scanlan was another very large part of that change, and he valued their friendship more than he could really say, even though he'd just tried.

He watches Scanlan take in his words, a smile on his face when his friend says that it does mean something. But he can't help but feel just a little bit relieved when Scanlan says they don't have to talk. He was much better at punching problems in the face; unfortunately, this wasn't that sort of issue.

Scanlan lifts his arms up and asks for a hug, and Grog doesn't hesitate. He pulls his friend up and into his arms, giving him a long, strong hug. Grog might not be good with words, but he is more than capable of lending his friends his strength when they needed it. His biggest muscle was his heart, after all.

[heartheaded]

“Just get your ass back here as soon as you can. I could use some back-up.” (from grog to scan the man!)

𝄇𝄋𝄋𝄆 < ❝You could not have picked a worse time to get yourself into a mess, buddy-- I'm still trying to, eh-hem, wrap it up myself--❞

Ah, shit, that's the end of the Sending-- with that, Scanlan kicks out the lay of the long rest with a playful pat, zippers zipped and laces laced.

All that matters is he skitters out without an indecent exposure charge, so off he titters at a greyhound's pace--

[living-in-unreality]

Okay, which crewmember of TROS was a fan of Critical Role? I mean...

"Do you spice?"

[headlesssamurai]

prolly a twink

That’s a kindness, I reckon. Imagine how little you’d need to shave? Besides which, given that Leon S. Kennedy is, by this juncture, king of all the twinks, I cannot help but be potently flattered. Thanks for the pick-me-up, yo. 

                  侍    headless             

[heartheaded]

It was the claim of Keyleth's closed-door tendencies that may have clued him in. Not the validity of Vex's statement, but more the reason he was being told... and what could happen if his involvement were to be known. Whether or not Kiki was truly animalistic... or the assumed delicate flower, would hopefully remain to be seen.

Which is to say... Keyleth is the only one who'd knock him upside the head for talking about any of this--she wasn't afraid to throw a book at Grog. Grog! Who wouldn't ever hurt her, but still.

𝄇𝄋𝄋𝄆 < ❝Look, I'm not trying to call it quits after digging this hole myself, but you're not wrong about that feisty thing... I'm thinkin' she wouldn't be too happy about all this... So--Why are you tellin' me?❞

If it's not to steal a favor, then is she just making something up to waste time? Babysitting duty does get pretty boring.

Shit- He had her there- she had been flirting with Percy for some time now. It started with sharing a like mind and an interest in his work, eventually leading to prologued touches. What started as light flirting and a little crush had, quite unexpectedly, turned into something more. Vex had feelings for the man and it was mutual, but she wasn't going to let it show in her face.

Vex lifted the goblet to her lips, taking a long sip before wiping her arm with her sleeve. "You would think," she responded, continuing to play the game. "But you forget, Kiki is quite feisty when the right occasion calls for it. She's not the little flower she appears to be, she can be quite... animalistic, if you get my drift."

Please forgive me, Keyleigh. The redhead was going to lose her mind if she thought that Scanlan thought about her in any capacity in bed, let alone what she was suggesting.

[ragingflamingbisexualswordofdoom]

Do you spice?

[thegraceofandraste]

That's where it comes from!! Always wondered where "Do you spice?" came from

[crittique]