#Geek and Sundry

[lyinar]

Warner Brothers is shutting down Rooster Teeth.

Much like how Legendary Entertainment bought Geek and Sundry solely to screw over and drive off the people who made it what it was, kill one of its two biggest draws (Tabletop), and had the other big draw (Critical Role) escape out from under their mismanagement, another beloved geeky Youtube channel has been essentially murdered by a stupid, greedy asshole of a CEO who didn't understand ANYTHING about what he had his company devour.

[chalkbird]

NO BC WHAT IF this season is "Oops, all DMs!"

matt mercer as game master, and at the table: brennan lee mulligan, aabria iyengar, murph, connie chang, joe manganiello, griffin mcelroy

[dailymarisharay]

[alfrsargetlam]

Was trying to update my bf on where I am in Critical Role (Campaign 2 E16: A favor in kind) and made a hilarious typo

[ashisafriedpickle]

Finally found Gather Your Party and just... LOOK AT THEM ALL

[goosedoes-fics]

Werewolf

Bill x witch!Reader

Content Warnings: use of POVs, hanging mention, use of y/n, it's really just mild hurt/comfort

Notes: when I uploaded this to ao3 about a year ago I put one of the tags as "impromptu divorce" and I think that's really funny

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POV: Bill

Bill ran through the thick forest as fast as he possibly could. Stray twigs and branches clawed at his face as he rushed by them, leaving dirty scratches where they whipped past.

Bill could hear the townspeople's outraged cries some ways behind him. His friends, his family, everyone he had ever known, trying to have him dead. He tried to tell himself it wasn't their fault. The paranoia got to them. But the look of hatred on his wife's face... he couldn't forget that.

At the memory of his wife, his mind flashed back to the scene in the Seer's abode. Despite their semifrequent arguments, Bill had expected his wife to defend him when he was accused of being the werewolf. But... she was so quick to turn on him. There was no sympathy in the woman's eyes when she followed the crowd to have him hung.

The memory brought tears to his eyes, blurring his vision. His emotions were a vortex of anger, of fear, of sadness and betrayal. Quickly, the anger overtook all others. Putting his jeweled hand in front of him, he threw off the precious golden ring viciously, watching it fly behind him and land in a pile of mud, slowly getting harder to see as his legs carried him further away.

The ring was hard to see now. In fact, Bill couldn't hear the townsfolk anymore, either. He slowed to a fatigued jog, straining his senses for any sort of evidence that he was still being followed.

Silence.

With the town, the villagers, and the ring now out of sight, it was as if Bill had never lived there in the first place. He couldn't decipher if this fact made him joyful or absolutely miserable.

Bill refused to stop walking for quite some time. Though every inch of his body begged him to cease his fleeing, he couldn't be sure yet if his pursuers were far enough away to be safe.

It was nearly midnight now. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting an oddly serene light on the forest floor. Though, Bill noticed, the trees were beginning to thin out considerably.

Looking further ahead, he could clearly see an open field lined with dazzling flowers. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief at his fortune. This would be a good place to settle down. Nobody would be able to sneak up on him.

"You're quite some ways away from the village."

Bill leapt into the air, gaining astounding height from the shock of the sudden voice. Whirling around in panic, he swiftly noticed a human figure wrapped in a silken cloak and decorated by colourful flowers.

It was evidently none of the townspeople, so Bill let himself settle down. He took a few steps back before letting himself speak.

"Who are you?" he asked warily, eyeing them carefully to take in their features.

"You may call me [Y/n] [L/n]." the stranger's critical yet gentle [e/c] eyes were shaded slightly by the brim of their rounded hat. "The Seer told me of your town's plight. I am sympathetic, though as I told her, I am forbidden from tempering in Wolven affairs. I cannot help you."

Bill bowed his head nervously. "I understand. B-but... I have been driven out of the village. I-I am no longer a resident there." as he spoke, he felt his fatigue catch up to him. He willed his eyes to stay open, praying he didn't faint in the midst of a stranger's presence.

They paused for a moment, gazing at Bill carefully. "I'm sorry, but I have no room to house someone of your kind. My work is frowned upon in your world, and I'd hate to force my beliefs upon you." They said the last bit coldly, as if they had heard such a phrase a thousand times.

Bill opened his mouth to speak again, but the thrill of running from the townspeople was beginning to wear off quickly.

Fatigue hit him hard and fast, and as he began to crumble to the ground, all he could muster was a quiet sorry before everything went black.

POV: 2nd person

You gazed at the odd villager curiously as he unconsciously nestled further into his pile of woolen blankets. His sudden fall had surprised you for sure, but you managed to catch him just before he hit the ground. You suprised yourself with being able to catch the hefty man, really. You had to pretty much drag him to your cottage. Oh well, his clothes needed cleaning anyways.

You glanced outside the window. It was about noon by now. The man had been sleeping for at least 12 hours.

As if he had read your thoughts, you saw his figure start to stir in the corner of your eye. Turning to him, you could see just how much good the rest had done him.

He sat up in your wood-framed bed you had lent him, stretching with a loud yawn. The bags under his eyes were no longer visible, you noted as he turned to look at you.

You made eye contact for an uncomfortable amount of time before you spoke up. "Despite my previous concerns... I'm willing to let you stay under this roof for as long as you need. So long as you keep your religious opinions to yourself."

The man looked dazed and confused. Perhaps he had forgotten the events of the previous night? "I don't... think I follow."

"I am a witch," you responded simply, gesturing to the herbs growing in pots around your room. "And your... ex-neighbors have been trying to kill me for years."

He blinked, eyebrows knitting together in an expression of concern. "Well, that hardly seems fair," he commented. "Though they don't seem to know the meaning of fair, I'm coming to realize." His words turned bitter and you remembered his passing comment about being driven out.

"What is your name?" you asked gently after a moment's pause, crossing the room to stand by your desk. You took a vial of coloured liquid, tapping a drop of it into a newly-brewed cup of herbal tea.

"It's... Bill."

You walked back to him, holding out the drink. He accepted it gratefully, taking a few sips. "Normally nobody drinks that brew," you commented fondly. "It's always too bitter for them."

Bill tilted his head. "Sure it's bitter," he agreed, "but you seem to know your way around herbs. I trust you."

A warm feeling filled your chest at his words. This odd man was clearly different from the other villagers. Somehow, he made you feel as if you wanted him to stay.

You quickly brushed the thoughts away. Surely, his fellow townsfolk would welcome him back soon. You wouldn't want to keep him for longer than he needed.

"You should go back to sleep," you advised quietly. "The potion needs time to take effect. It will clear any wounds that haven't already mended."

Bill frowned slightly at your words. "I don't know if I can. I'm not used to sleeping alone."

You raised an eyebrow, staring at Bill for a moment. After some thought, you let out a soft sigh, walking over and sitting on the bed. "Does it go against your kosher laws if you use a witch like a teddy bear?" you asked with a hint of sarcasm.

Bill's face turned a light shade of pink. "O-oh. Well, no, but you... you don't have to if you don't want to."

"It's fine." You smiled softly, laying down next to Bill and staring up at the ceiling. You expected that he wouldn't cuddle with you. You had only just met. But maybe just being close by would help him fall back asleep.

A few minutes passed by with no sounds from Bill. Thinking he had fallen asleep, you turned on your side, facing the window and looking out it placidly. Then, you felt a woolen blanket being pulled over you, and strong arms pulling you closer towards the center of the bed. Your face flushed at the unexpected embrace, but you didn't speak for fear of alarming the tired man and having him pull away. He rested his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warming your skin. His face felt almost as warm as yours, evidently unsure of whether you would accept his touch.

You let yourself relax into the embrace, allowing Bill to do the same. His breathing steadied as he drifted off again.

You closed your eyes as well, letting drowsiness overtake you. The two of you were safe together, you knew for sure.

[eddiethegiantlibrarian]

I can't be the only one with a fondness for this moment in time and fan culture. I was a former homeschooler with so little nerd culture but so much hunger for it and G&S was a very welcoming gateway for me to games, shows, and community. @wilwheaton @geekandsundry @thisfeliciaday

[thefandomentals]

Sagas of Sundry makes its triumphant return September 9th on @geekandsundry with @vorpahlsword as host. It will spotlight the forgotten underlings of fantasy adventure as they discover what it means to control their own destiny.

[luxlicht]

Review: Geek and Sundry, "Sagas of Sundry: Dread"

Last week, I reviewed Ivan Van Norman’s appearance on Smosh Games. Now, I’m reviewing him on Geek and Sundry, but we’re still sticking with horror. I was actually subscribed to Project Alpha (may it rest in peace) when Geek and Sundry had that platform back in the day. It’s where I watched Critical Role, L.A. by Night, and Sagas of Sundry, when that was in production. But “Dread” is now…

[isagrimorie]

I watched Dread TTRPG game with Wil Wheaton and Laura Bailey and then as her character, Emily mentions she's used to getting orders from women all her life.

Me: *nods* sounds legit.

Emily (Laura): When she's angry with me, she puts me in a closet as punishment.

WHAT.

What is Laura Bailey and asshole parents!

Also, I remember when they visited Gelvaan and people complaining about Laura making her fake dads into assholes.

Well, diversity win, Liliana Temult is also not a great parent and might have brought about the fall of Exandrian civilization!

[sansleftnut99]

I realised something, I usually watch dnd and critical role and stuff on my tv. Mostly stuff from Geek and Sundry. And I realised most of their videos have subtitles, like wow. It's so kind of them to actually do that, I'm genuinely impressed. Most youtubers don't bother to do that and I consequently watch less of those videos that they'd make. I use subtitles to understand the content better since for some reason nowadays I need to rely on it.

I just appreciate it a lot ❤️

[dailymarisharay]

[alfrsargetlam]

Just got to the end of Ep 25 of Critical Role Campaign 2, listening while I work on my midterms and look up crying my eyes out as the crew says goodbye to Kiri and Sam is here... LOOKING LIKE THAT… I had totally forgotten with everything going on 😭

[ziploc849]

I just discover sagas of sundry:Madness and. As of episode 6:

THEYRE A POLYCULE YOUR HONOR I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH AAAAAAHHHHHH

[sporadicivanvannorman]

image ID: Erika Ishii and Ivan Van Norman standing close together on the Gather Your Party set. Erika has their hair styled in a chin-length bob and is wearing a tea-dress with a belt, and strappy heeled shoes. She is holding a martini glass. Ivan, with mutton chops and his curls tamed more than usual (and styled taller than usual), is wearing a beige jacket and waistcoat with a shirt and tie beneath, with charcoal grey trousers. He has his front hand in his jacket pocket.

[amberlin1]

The way I see it, we're invited to watch them. We don't have to stay if we don't want to.

The people who hate that Vox Machina and the Mighty Nein are featured in this campaign have never made sense to me. They talk about it like it’s some lame gimmick. Guys, this is an actual real life game of DnD. I know some people think that’s up for debate, but it’s not. How often does a group last long enough to meet their own characters from a previous campaign? That’s actually so rare and special.

Critical Role works because first and foremost, it’s a game between friends. So many people are eager to prove it’s scripted or complain when a story choice is made that they don’t agree with. Matt’s not trying to please you, he’s trying to please his friends. You, the viewer, and your experience, come second.

We got to watch Travis shed tears of joy getting to see Grog, excuse me, Grogory for the first time. But thats just a lame gimmick, I guess? I personally wouldn’t trade seeing the childlike wonder and excitement at the table for a supposedly better story beat. Go write some fanfiction about it and stop being entitled.