#but wait where bell?

[maymaylyn]

WIP for Mason that I'll probably never finish but I thought this part was too good not to share

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You laughed softly, following him as you both made your way over. Woods, Adler, and Hudson were gathered near a table, drinks in hand, looking far too entertained by whatever conversation they’d been having.

As soon as they arrived, Woods gave their medic an exaggerated once-over and smirked. “Damn. Didn’t think you had a dress like that hiding in your footlocker.”

Blushing slightly, but before she could respond, Mason—without thinking—said, “Knock it off, they looks beautiful.”

The words left his mouth before he could stop them. The table went silent for half a second before all three men turned to stare at him, eyebrows raised.

Woods, of course, was the first to react. “Well, shit,” he said, grinning like he’d just won the lottery. “Mason, that was almost sweet.”

Adler took a slow sip of his drink, clearly amused. “Almost.”

Mason felt heat creeping up his neck and immediately tried to recover. “I mean—uh—you always look fine, but I guess I just—” He exhaled sharply and scratched the back of his head. “I dunno, I think I prefer you covered in dirt like usual.”

That did it.

Woods actually had to put his drink down, shaking with laughter. Adler smirked, while Hudson just shook his head like he couldn’t believe he had to deal with these people.

The you blinked up at Mason, then, to his complete surprise, just burst out laughing. Leaning into him slightly, the warmth of the liquor making you bold, and with a teasing glint in your eyes, you said, “Well, I can go outside and roll around if you’d like?”

The reaction was instant.

Woods damn near choked on his drink, Adler huffed out an amused laugh, and even Hudson looked taken aback before shaking his head with a rare, small smile.

“Oh shit,” Woods wheezed, slapping Mason’s back. “They got you good.”

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[puppppppppy]

(guy who has never played cotl) haha au time

[theonewhowails]

rotating this fucked up cat in my head like a rotisserie chicken

[oacest]

fleetwood mac - silver springs // oasis - songbird

[danwhobrowses]

For anyone else who is gonna struggle surviving the next 3 weeks with the angsty and tense situation of Callowmoore here's a few things from the last 2 episodes that I feel were underrated and will assist in trying to keep me sane/emotionally stable: - Matching messed up hands built for holding - Fearne nervously playing with her hair as she approaches Ashton - Ashton wanted Fearne to be either the last thing they saw if they died or the first thing they saw when they succeeded - Fearne's admittance corroborates Ashley's 4SD revelation that Fearne is in love with someone in the party but doesn't know how to process the emotions - Fearne wanted Ashton to be happy, while Ashton wanted to feel whole so they would be worthy of the Hells - Ashton twice tried to lead a search for Fearne, and instantly clocking onto Chetney saying he followed Fearne - Fearne making herself look as radiant as possible before giving Ashton the cold shoulder - Ashton only rose to Chetney's provocations until he said 'You hurt Fearne' Use how you will

[pippastrelle]

Ashton 'betrayed' the group and they died. Laudna 'betrayed' the group and she hurt one of them.

See, that's the more forgivable crime.

Because the Bell's Hells consider themselves expendable, but they will not be left behind.

[finncakes]

yeehaw, thursday again!

[satans-knitwear]

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[dathomirdumpsterfire]

bless you, taco bell executive from long ago, for thinking that 'darth maul's top half' would make a great lid.

[wavebiders]

hehehe The Gods Debate already being hinted at in TLOVM I know that's right

[sparring-spirals]

I got to say I really liked the episode (despite only having watched exu calamity of the exu series) and I think maybe Matt needed a breather after so many fast paced, lore filled episodes.

however, I am kinda bummed that the fcg processing has been put on hold for (at least) two weeks now and that means that, despite them being great actors that truly merge with their characters at the table, their reactions will be much less raw and there’s a chance some of them will forget tidbits of information, emotions they felt when it happened because they (as role players) will have had time to process it out of the game and it might create a dissonance in the game. tbf I kind of felt the difference even between the end of ep 91 and the beginning of 92 but it made sense because technically they were still running and couldn’t afford to process. idk. I have hope that we’ll still see that raw emotion, but I fear it won’t be as impactful as it could’ve been, especially if they’ll have to put the “reporting for duty” hat on immediately when they get to the camp

I think being a little bummed about the sort of unexpected hiatus on the Bell's Hells/Post F.C.G processing is super understandable! As someone who also really did enjoy the Crownskeepers return (hello im still yelling about Opal internally), I'm kind of in the same camp of being kind of thrown/disappointed about not getting to really dig into/sit with the Bell's Hells post-F.C.G loss. Like, LOVED the Crownkeepers, fascinating second half, kind of meh on the specific timing.

I'm holding my reservations about whether they're going to have to keep running/moving once we return to their portion of the story, since hey, until it happens (or doesn't!), we don't know, so I don't feel like getting too in my head about it until then.

That said! I do think that in general the cast puts characterization and staying true to the emotions of the character/story as a very high priority within the campaign. I think you're right that it won't be the exact same as if they had done a big emotional blowup/goodbye/processing scene in the same ep where they lost F.C.G, or immediately after. I don't think that means it has to be less impactful, just that- yeah, they'll have had more time to actually think/process it.

But they're also all professional voice actors who have, IMO, thus far shown how much they think about the inner lives of their characters and enjoy really digging deep into the emotional/interpersonal aspects of roleplay.

My assumption (my hope?) is that with additional time to think about + process a devastating/deeply emotional loss for their character(s), they'd choose to lean into that more, and not less. It wont be the same as the immediate raw reactions, thats true! But i dont think that means it has to be less impactful, even if they (as people) have had more time to process, and will be choosing how their characters, fresh off the loss, react. I dont think thats a guarantee it will be less impactful/emotional (maybe the additional thinking would actually enhance the reactions being true/insightful to the characters vs gut reactions from cast), but it will be different.

But if the cast chooses to lean into the heartbreak/emotions, and the circumstances of the BH in the upcoming ep enable it, I'm sure they can still kick my ass (emotionally), timeskip or not.

In general, I'm cautiously optimistic about what could happen next! Even if I don't love the timing thus far. I think there's still plenty of ways for me to get what I'm hoping for wrt F.C.G/BH. :] There are plenty of ways for me to get let down too, probably, but until it happens, or doesn't, I'm opting to not get too doomery about it. We'll see.

I uh. Hope that helps? A bit? Being bummed about specific things you were hoping for being off the table is totally reasonable. just hoping to lend an alternate way of viewing it, if desired.

(i wrote the sentence: "don't be lamenting your chickens before they hatch" and then went "what the fuck" out loud. i spent 4 hours at work today just doing systems diagramming and my brain is fried. clearly. keeping this here for my own entertainment.)

[sea-buns]

Holy fuck, man. What a trip Fearne has been on, huh?

You tell her how grateful you are to have her in your life, you flatter her, you tell her you need her, that you have to do this together. You have her make a promise that has this woman, born of chaos and fey, agreeing through shaking hands and a trembling voice.

You make her deceive your friends; you make her follow where they cannot know; you make her help you into this contraption; you make her feed this thing into you despite the fact that you both have been warned extensively of the risks. You make her watch you crumble and splinter and shatter and fracture and burst and implode. You make her watch you die, over and over and over and over, for a minute in agonizing bullet time.

You make her do all these things, because when she tries to back out, when she tries to not be the one who let you do this—how could you do this—

you tell her, "YOU PROMISED."

Because if there's one thing you know, it's that the fey do not break a promise.

[anderfels]

how does your rook deal after blood of arlathan? how did they feel when elgar'nan spoke to them directly? after they were charmed by him?

[talknerdytome18]

Pretending I don't give a fuck about the AGGGTM trailer so it comes faster:

[anaceshornyblog]

Jon thought he was safe.

A stupid thought really now that he considered it. Just because he had managed to grasp a bit of power in his hands didn’t mean there wasn’t a bigger monster waiting to pounce. Jon cowered beneath the old cot, hoping the monster would overlook him this once.

As the footsteps sounded through the Archive Jon couldn’t hold back a quiet whimper, trying to make himself small, to be unnoticed. He couldn’t get quite as small as he used to, not with his stomach the size it was, but he tried to curl up, to protect both of them. If he could just hide long enough surely Elias would come, if not for Jon, than for the baby, right?

In his bid to make himself small he had lost track of the footsteps, a stupid thing to do really. He was of the Eye he should be able to know anything in his domain. Should meant very little when the only thing he could focus on was terror.

“Hello little rabbit,” Jon couldn’t hold back a scream as his ankle was grabbed and pulled backward. He tried to grab onto anything, but Jon was weak, and underfed, so he was easily pulled out and half-thrown against the wall.

Jon did his best to curve himself around his stomach, shielding it as he hit the wall. He felt something crack and he screamed again, though he could almost feel the break healing, a few moments later. He pushed himself up as best he could, blood from whatever hand broken dripping down his leg.

“Knew I smelled a monster down here,” The hunter looked quite the monster himself. The part of Jon that was the Eye, found it comparable to the description of the wolf creature from Virginia. The rest of him could only whimper, trying to make himself small.

“Please, please don’t hurt us please,” Jon’s arms were wrapped tight around his belly shielding his baby as best he could, in case the Hunter attacked. Jon could see the monster’s grin widen as he took in Jon’s condition. Jons pleas became frightened whimpers, his whole body trembling, he could feel terror starting to paralyze him.

“Well looks like I’ve bagged two monsters this hunt.” The Hunter reached toward Jon’s stomach, claws stretched out. Knowing he couldn’t let the man hurt his baby, Jon threw himself to the side the claws narrowly missing his belly instead digging into his side. Jon screamed again, blood was now pooling beneath him, the wounds healing sluggishly. He had to move, he had to, he had to protect his baby.

“Now now, you’ve been caught little rabbit, no trying to run away now.” Jon ignored him scrabbling to his feet, he just needed to get to Elias, Elias would the baby. The hunter grabbed for him, and though he didn’t get a good grip he managed to dig his claws into Jon’s shoulder. Jon couldn’t hold back a yelp of pain as he tore free, blood now dripping down his arm, as he sprinted for the door hearing laughter behind him.

It was fine he could see the door, it was just a bit farther. Once he got there he’d be safe, they both would be. He made it halfway there before the monster was on him, his arms wrapping around his waist just above his stomach. Jon tried to kick free, thrashing, cornered prey knowing that if they stopped fighting they’d be eaten. The Hunter barely seemed to notice other than tightening his grip as he laughed in his ear.

“I win” Jon could feel the Hunter’s hot against his skin. Could feel the terror, the hopelessness pooling in his chest. He was going to die, the monster was going to kill him, and his baby, because he was too weak, too scared. Jon started to cry, heaving sobs, as his struggles started weaken, blood loss robbing him of the little fight he had left.

“I’m disappointed,” Jon froze as he felt a spray of warm blood across his face, as a bullet slammed into the Hunter’s skull. Jon fell to the ground, as the monster collapsed seemingly not as hardy as the creature it resembled, or weak in a place of power not its own.

“Such a pathetic little thing aren’t you?” Jon couldn’t refute the statement as he half crawled toward Elias. Elias’s expression as always was impossible to read as he looked down at him. He hesitated, Elias was as usual pristine, while Jon looked like he had, well like he had just almost been mauled to death by a predator and not gotten off unscathed. Elias closed the distance pulling him close, examining Jon with an expression that Jon if he was better at reading others, would call hungry.

“Didn’t even try to fight did you? Just ran and hid like just like a little rabbit,” Elias smirked as he pressed his lips to Jon’s bloody ones. Some part of Jon, a very tiny part wondered at the fact that Elias called him what the hunter had, surely a coincidence. The rest of him was busy kissing Elias back, Jon noticed Elias was hard against him, and Jon couldn’t help but moan. That small part of him also objected to this, Jon had almost just died, this shouldn’t be a turn on, Jon told that part to shut up.

“So terrified, what if I hadn’t come Jon, were you going to just roll over for this monster too?” Jon was starting to feel a bit floaty, probably due to his adrenaline draining, and the blood loss. Without much of his own input found himself undressed, bloody clothes already half shredded anyway.

“Of course I had to come save you,” Elias laid Jon gently on the least occupied desk, caressing his swollen stomach. Jon wondered briefly if Elias would have let him get eaten if the baby wasn’t his. His brain went blank again as Elias thrust into him, Jon gasping, not quite ready, but he wasn’t really able to think.

“Such a pretty little thing,” The hungry look was back, he kept one hand on Jon’s stomach the other tracing one of Jon’s new scars as some of the shallower scratches had finished healing. Blood painted his fingers leaving streaks of red on Jon’s breast as he teased his nipples. Jon came like a thunderclap, his continued use quickly becoming overwhelming, but Elias didn’t stop. Jon couldn’t do much more than lay there and take it, mewling as he was used.

“You’ll have to eat better you know? I’ve let this go on too long, you need to be stronger for the baby,” Jon opened his mouth to argue, there was a reason he couldn’t, but the reason fled his brain as Elias thrust harder. Jon keened as he came again, blood loss and adrenaline drain finally catching up as he could feel himself start to pass out.

“You looked so lovely terrified out of your pretty mind.” Jon wasn’t sure if he imagined those words as darkness settled over him, and he knew no more.

[i-will-always-love-the-jedi]

Welcome to „The High Republic“, where everybody is traumatized :D

I couldn’t put everyone on that chart, but we all can clearly see the average trauma

Also if someone has suggestions/ criticism, I’ll gladly take it :)

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