#Silas Briarwood

[twinklestarss]

“Did you immediately know what Laudna’s Form of Dread was going to look like as you were creating her in your mind’s eye? I did, yes. It was all, what is Travis most afraid of? I will start from there. I’m kind of only a little joking.” Robbie/Marisha

San Diego Comic-Con 2023| Critical Role: Fireside Chat & Cast Q&A

[art-of-vox-machina]

THE LEGEND OF VOX MACHINA | 1x12 Storyboards

By Cassey Kuo

[toaarcan]

Delilah: ALL HAIL THE WHISPERED ONE!

Silas: Happy wife, happy life :)

[goosenewtonsdestiny]

critical role / tlovm valentines PART 3, feat. creations from my lovely accomplice

[darkcozyforest]

*Me showing my bf funko pops that I painted to look like the characters in the fantasy novel I’m writing*

Me: What do you think?

Him: What’s that handsome vampire fucker from season one of vox machina?

Me: The Briarwoods? Silas and Delilah?

Him: Yea, they all look like they should be Briarwoods. They’ve all got one of those scary journals

Me: 😂😂😂😂

[elphabaxduo]

Animation of Taylor Swift’s Don’t Blame Me where a witch/other uses their baby’s (literal baby) life force to sustain their own so that they can keep living forever with their loved one

Source: “don’t blame me, love made me crazy / if it doesn’t, you ain’t using it right / lord, save me, my drug is my baby / I’ll be usin’ for the rest of my life”

Alternatively a ttrpg character backstory or book oc character

[gorgynei]

yes rationally i know that delilah was a member of the cerberus assembly alongside ludinus and trent and so was never a good person and probably doesnt deserve redemption but also she was led on and manipulated by vecna and she WAS motivated by good things. so basically i think she should get a happy ending. or at least the very least one where she gets to return to silas peacefully.

[setsailforthestars]

My toddler is watching TLOVM for the seven hundredth time and it has occurred to me that perhaps Silas and Delilah Briarwood did not just descend on Whitestone to use the ziggurat and residuum for their own purposes. Perhaps they were sent there. By a certain Ludinus Da’leth perhaps?

[cheezybiscuits]

the purest form of love is necromancy.

[pi-seas]

No, because the way Delilah was absolutely silent and not 'oh my god stop talking to this girl' when Imogen and Laudna were first talking, do you think she saw her own moments with Silas.

Call Delilah Briarwood a lot of things, but an expert in loving things fiercely is no. 1 on that list.

[a-world-torn-asunder]

things that make me sad:

we probably won't get Keyleth getting her iconic feeblemind on Raishan (bcos it wasn't set up as a spell in universe by either the Briarwoods vs Tibs or Allura at Fort Daxio). She probably won't fall off her chair either.

Things that make me happy: We'll get to see whatever cool finisher they decide to give her instead, which will undoubtedly look dope (à la making Silas eat a bag of holy dicks)

[saphirered]

Can I request a vax’ildan x reader fic where the reader doesn’t want him to be alone when he goes with the raven queen so she strikes a deal with the matron to serve her eternally by his side?

Hope this is to your liking! I struggled a bit with this one for some reason buuuuut I managed to nail down all the angst! 😘

Tick tock, goes the clock of the pompous asshole (affectionately) lord of Whitestone. Tick tock, time runs out. Vax’ildan knows one day the time will come where the matron will call upon this bargain; his sister’s life for his undying service. It’s a sacrifice he’d make over and over again. The goddess of death is as cryptic as she is creepy and what purpose he might serve now, reveals little by little through vision and calling of something within him that was not there before. One could argue at least he got some fancy armour out of it but that would be a joke in poor taste. The weight of it becomes heavier as time passes. Losing his sister is perhaps the worst thing imaginable to him and that remains the same. She’s always been there for him. He needs her more than she needs him. It just so happens that some other idiots walked into their life they both happen to care about a tremendous amount despite what odds they might be at at times, in the end he’d go to hell and back for them. It makes it all the more difficult that he knows when that bargain of his is called in, he’ll have to leave them behind. 

That makes all these moments count the more, these memories, he has to make sure he’ll never forget them, not through eternity because they make him who he is, every single one of them; Pickle and Scan-man, Big Man, Kiki and Freddy, his sister Stubby and then there’s you; Sparkles. Just the thought of that nickname he gave you brings a smile to his face. You’d asked him many times why Sparkles. He’d always given you a different answer, each one more ridiculous than the last. In reality he knows exactly why. When he makes you smile, your eyes light up. It’s so simple. It’s so stupid. But it stuck. He’d do anything to see you smile again. You’ve not smiled at him like that ever since he told you of the deal he made with the Raven Queen. He’s not truly smiled since. 

You had so many questions, he could feel but you didn't ask. You had sat there and the sparks in your eyes dimmed, instead it was the light reflecting off your tears this time. You’d wrapped your arms around him, you’d held him and told him everything would be alright even though you both knew the likelihood of anyone weaselling their way out of a deal with a literal god. You hadn’t sobbed, when he did. Your grip never weakened when his body fell too heavy and the weight of the expiration date on his life with his friends and family and you became too much of a burden to bear, to heavy a reality to face. You were strong when he couldn’t be. You comforted him when he put on a brave face before the others, when the times got tough. And when you finally pulled away, when you cupped his face and told him this doesn’t change anything, the trailing tears already drying nearly broke him again. You smiled at him but there would be no sparkles in your eyes. 

Effort was made, by yourself, his sister and your friends. Research was done on the matron of death, her history, her ways, her temples, and so much more but it never seemed like enough. With more knowledge revealed, the more damning this got. Vax slowly witnessed you lose more courage. You started dabbling in certain magics, but heeded his warnings and stayed clear of the things that brought the Briarwoods their demise. You respected his wishes, besides you did not think those treacherous practices would keep at bay the Raven Queen. Silas Briarwood had just died. Vax has not and will not. You did claim you might have had an easier time undoing some devil’s deal. He had simply retorted he doesn’t like to half-ass things. You’d smiled and there had been a brief spark but it faded as quickly as it came. 

Vax had found you praying to her sometimes. You’d be looking at the stars when you thought no one could hear. You’d ask for guidance, a way out, freedom, justice, anything to save him. Sometimes he’d find you with a raven’s feather in your palm, or tucked somewhere in your hair or clothes. You’d be surprised at its presence and when he asked how you got it, you never knew how it ended up on your person. You didn’t lie necessarily. It just wasn’t the whole truth. Now he finds you gone, off somewhere away from everyone, in her damned temple. You sit at the red pool  surrounded by books and a broken orb. You read the pages again and again until on your knees you draw runes and markings he cannot begin to comprehend. He’s quiet and sticks to the shadows but something urges him closer. He resists. The magic seems to fizzle and you cry in frustration. You throw a bowl into the red pool. Its splash reaches you and stains your clothes despite you wiping it away best you can. 

“I’ve tried everything. You won’t even listen to me. What’s the use? You think yourself better? Because you ascended? Does that make me not but a bug in your palm waiting to be squashed?”  You speak dryly getting to your feet picking up the orb. You’re half ready to cast it away, shatter it into a million pieces. But then you see what you see, know what you know and you cannot undo someone’s life work like so. That’s the stories of so many people long gone held in that one orb. You won’t condemn another to the dark. You tuck it close to your chest. 

“What are you doing?” You turn on your heels to face the shadows the Champion of the Raven Queen steps out of. Your expression softens and out of habit you go to wipe away the already dried tears from your cheeks. You sniffle. You approach stopping just a step from him, asking permission. You’re hanging on by a thread. You’re falling apart at the seams. Vax forgets his questions and instead invites you into his embrace. You wrap one arm around him to pull yourself closer while the other holds on tightly to that orb in your grasp. 

“I’m sorry.” You don’t say anything else but those words feel heavier than they ever have. They feel hopeless. “I’m so sorry.” You can’t hold back the sob this time, nor the shake of your body. You hold on tighter as you cry and it’s Vax’ turn to silence his own suffering. He has to stay strong for you this time. You need him right now. He kisses the top of your head. 

“It’s alright. You’ll be alright.” He whispers in your ear as he rocks the both of your side to side, rubbing your back, stroking your hair and doing anything and everything to comfort you while his own tears fall silently. 

“I’ve tried- Everything. I’ve done everything. She won’t accept. She won’t listen.” You cry. 

“It’s okay. You’ve already done so much. I’ll never forget what you’ve done for me.” Your cries stop and you freeze just for a few seconds. You pull away. You cup his cheek. The cogs in your head are turning at rapid speed as you put the pieces together and clutch that orb in your palm like it’s the key to solving everything. Vax is confused and shakes his head. “I won’t let you sacrifice yourself for me.” He argues but you shake yours in return. 

“I won’t- I’m not. You told me not to and I’ll respect your wishes. But I think I am ready to make a deal…” You speak more to yourself than to him when you step out of his embrace. You do not look at him as you turn to the pool and kneel down to submerge the orb into the thick red liquid far to akin to blood, it might as well be. “Come on, come on, come on, come on.” You repeat. 

Hesitantly Vax watches, a million things run through his head. He has half the mind to stop you, to drag you out of here and take you far away. He has half the mind to tell you this is madness and a lost cause. Hope has withered and died within him a long time ago. Perhaps that’s why he settled so easily for the inevitable and just dealt with the pain. You’re not like that. You find solutions to impossible problems. You do impossible things with every breath you take. You’re filled with wonder and that makes you wonderful. You promised to respect his wishes and not lose yourself through this dead end, and he believes you’ll keep it so why should he stop you now? One last time. If it fails, you’ll make the best of the time you have left together. If it succeeds… well he doesn’t know what would happen then. Vax stands with you, places a hand on your shoulder as you wait. Your brow furrows and something seems to will you into the pool but he holds you back. Whatever you did, whatever it is you hold, this pool wants it, the Raven Queen wants it. But you’re not about to give up your bargaining chip for free. He realises then.

“You really want it that badly? You’re no different from the rest of us measly little bugs, are you? Come out and face me!” With Vax’ help and by some miracle of your own making you pull your arm free from the pool, orb still in hand and when you and him fall back on your asses, you find yourselves staring up at the visage of the Raven Queen herself, looming in all her might, though you know she’s not truly here. She’s but an avatar, an illusion, but still real enough to smite your arses should she call your bluff. You’re willing to take that risk. Vax’s arm falls around your waist, your back to his side. He’s protecting you without getting in your way, even though he doubts he could do much to stop the Matron of Ravens, he’d certainly try, for you. 

“I didn’t see it then but I see now. You’ve forgotten who you are. They tore you apart and you’re left to piece yourself back together all alone. You want to remember as much as you want to be remembered. I thought ancient knowledge would show me a path to my goal. It wasn’t knowledge. It was compassion. You’re lost.” However faint it may have been, you recall the memories of a woman, a mage, a teacher, someone powerful and respected, but above all someone loved and surrounded by people. You raise the orb towards her. 

“I cannot give you this but I can give you my memories of it, everything I saw, and everything I will find. I will scourge the earth for memories of you, before you became this. I know what fate is set cannot be undone but it doesn’t have to be faced alone. Let me be his memory so he might never forget who he is.” And that’s the offer you make. It’s no deal of wit and trickery, no bargain of a merchant and a customer. This is a bargain of compassion. You offer something the Raven Queen has not seen much of since her ascend. Despite your grievances and selfish intentions your offer remains true. 

The porcelain white mask bends down. Vax helps you to your feet. You have to leave his embrace but you lace your fingers together. The world beyond his arms seems so deadly cold, so lonely. When you take a step forward and another, up to the foot of the goddess, right before you stare up at her expressionless mask, you look over your shoulder and smile. For the first time in a long time Vax sees those sparks again. He could have cried in that very moment. The goddess does not speak when a golden thread flows from you to her. She does not speak when she extends a long finger and pulls the thread. It stretches and you feel as if you’re pulled towards her but you hold steady. She pulls a loop. Vax steps forward, wether of his own volition or not, until he stands just one step further than you, but still at your side. The Raven Queen loops the thread until it curves around him and then she lets go. The new tether sets. Your offer has been accepted. The threads fade and the masked face cocks. That same finger reaches out and raises your head. You do not shy away from those black pits for eyes. He squeezes your hand once more. You smile and offer a thankful nod. Whatever the Raven Queen saw in your eyes must have satisfied because in a burst of feathers and darkness she is gone. 

The moment she is gone Vax’ arms wrap around you and hold you close. He whispers sweet nothings and tells you how reckless and stupid and stubborn you are but you only hear the words as a faint echo as the memories of a dead woman from ages long since passed flash through your mind and you feel a secondhand cold mournfulness. When the memories fade and you feel like your mind has returned to reality the orb is in your pocket and Vax has dragged you away from the cursed temple, far away from gods and this world, and beyond. Faintly do the halls of home flash you by until the shutting of a door behind you pulls you from your trance. 

“You have no idea how much I love you.” Vax breathes as he holds your face between his hands. Your eyes shine but not with tears or sadness. They shine with light and life and hope and wonder, and love, so much love. You hold onto his wrists, a reminder he’s still tethered here, to this place, and forever tethered to you. He shakes his head in disbelief but smiles and places his lips against yours in a loving kiss. Again and again and again. He showers you with love and affection, as you give back in turn. 

You don’t know what it’ll mean or how things work but you know a bargain has been struck and you’ll stay at Vax’ side no matter what. He’ll never be alone. Not when you’ll be tethered to him. 

[amberlin1]

I think people see Marcille looking cute and sweet and that makes them think she can't do questionable things, so deliberately using evil black magic is beyond her.

She's a wizard, studying ancient magics to build a dungeon. I havent read the manga so idk for certain, but because of her goal of building a dungeon, falin aside, im sure she joined falin's party because of the dungeon she and laios were scavenging. The mad mage's dungeon? Hell yeah, thats the longest thriving (man) made dungeon she knows of. If the mage is around, "i have questions for you".

She came across necromancy, and because of her elf lineage, she's afraid she's gonna lose everyone. Not because of deliberate abandonment but just because elves live a real fucking long time, a bunch of people she knows is just gonna die before her. Of course she would pick up those spells too. They'd be in her arsenal of keeping her friends safe.

Motivation aside, like if you didnt know anything about Marcille, she'd be a necromancer wizard in her own dungeon (assuming she learns how to make her own thriving one). In any dnd campaign she'd at least be the first big bad the party meets.

But yall don't wanna think of that because she's cute

some of y'all might be mad at me for this but can you PLEASE let marcille's necromancy just be black magic. I've seen a lot of you guys saying "it's not evil it's just ancient" and what if it's ancient and evil. she brough falin back from a SKELETON. you're not supposed to do that????? haven't you guys seen movies????? read myths??? necromancy is forbidden for a REASON and that reason is it defies the sacred natural order of life and death. everything dies. you're not supposed to bring it back.

can't a woman commit an atrocity against the sacred natural order if it's for love

[cosmictapestries]

Finally figured out why I like Astarion so much in Baulder's Gate 3. I think its because he reminds me of what I think Percy De Rolo would very much be like if Silas Briarwood had sired him as a vampire. I know he's human and Astarion is a high elf but personality wise....

White hair, noble style. Check.

Brooding. Check.

Smart.Check.

Snotty. Check.

Sexy AF check.

Yup. This explains so much.

[matthew-mercer-showdown]

Matthew Mercer Showdown

Round 1

Minsc VS Silas Briarwood

Propaganda under the cut

Minsc (Baldur's Gate 3)

He is baby

He is the funniest man in Baldur’s Gate, and have you *seen* his hamster?

Head empty heart full

Silas Briarwood

He can suck my blood anytine

SHE BROKE THE WORLD FOR HIM!!

[cowboybrunch]

character voice tag

@dyrewrites got me back! thank you <3

using the cast of my untitled vampire story for this one!

My line is: "That will never happen."

Amelia: "I'd sooner dig a six-by-six hole in the dirt and dance in it 'til kingdom come." Silas: (that tiktok sound that's like "be nice" "i'm finding it" "it takes you that long to find it?" "it does") Through gritted teeth, "I don't think that's the best course of action, but I appreciate your input. I suggest that you don't press the matter." Nicolai: "Do not waste my time or your breath with such inane requests." Montgomery: Laughs. "You serious? Oh. You are serious. Not my tempo, I fear. Best of luck to you, s'long as you're elsewhere."

Your line is: "What were you thinking?"

tagging @kaylinalexanderbooks @illarian-rambling @k-v-briarwood and YOU! if you see this, hop in! :-)