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#i'm calling them pock o'storm#critical role#critrole#critrole memes#bells hells#bell's hells#dorian storm#chetney pock o'pea#pock o'storm#dorian x chetney#chetney x dorian#yeah my boyfriend's pretty cool#but he's not as cool as me#lana del rey lyrics#song lyrics#was going to use this format for a different ship#but this is funnier#cr memes#cr shitpost#courtesy of me#cr campaign three#crit role#critrole meme#cr3#cr c3
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Never have I ever wanted to beat the shit out of a woman who's already fucking dead!
#critical role#fearne calloway#ashton greymoore#critical role campaign 3 spoilers#critical role spoilers#imogen temult#fearne x ashton#chetney pock o'pea#orym of the air ashari#callowmoore#Dorym#orym x dorian#dorian storm#imogen x laudna#imodna#laudna
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Dorian finds out about Laudna and Imogen
Also about Fearne and Chetney’s threeseom
#critical role#cr spoilers#campaign 3#c3e96#robbie daymond#dorian storm#travis willingham#chetney pock o'pea#ashley johnson#fearne#fearne calloway#marisha ray#laura bailey#laudna#imogen#imogen temult#southern gothic#laudna x imogen#imodna
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essek saying “anyway, I should get to rest. I expended quite a bit of magic getting to you, bringing us all here... and I would like to talk to my partner before I sleep. have a wonderful night.” 🥹 (bonus: imogen, after watching essek glad out the door, saying “I want to float everywhere.” and fearne affirming “I think you should!” and imogen casting fly on herself and floating up and then dorian casting fly on chetney and chetney immediately thudding onto the ceiling and screeching “fuck!” 🤣)
#annemarie watches critical role#critical role#essek thelyss#essek#caleb widogast#caleb#essek x caleb#caleb x essek#shadowgast#otp: it takes time#the mighty nein#imogen temult#imogen#fearne calloway#fearne#dorian storm#dorian#chetney pock o'pea#chetney#bell's hells#gathering of needs#c3e95
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Today I present the downfall of Delilah Briarwood. Man never fuck with Laura Bailey’s love interest. Especially if your name is Delilah Briarwood.
This was the craziest, most personal shit she said. I felt that shit in my bones. I’m so happy she can no longer ruin Imodna.
Now if anything goes wrong it’s either Imogen or Laudna’s fault. But let’s be real Delilah was literally the reason why they were having problems.
#critical role#marisha ray#bells hells#laura bailey#ashley johnson#campaign 3#imodna#imogen temult#laudna#delilah briarwood#chetney pock o'pea#ashton greymoore#orym of the air ashari#fearne calloway#dorian storm#taliesin jaffe#liam o'brien#travis willingham#matt mercer#sam riegel#essek thelyss#braius doomseed#criticalrolespoilers#imogen x laudna#cr spoilers#purpleambrosia
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One more win for callowmoore fans and one more f*** you to all the Ashton haters!
😌💅✨️
#critrole#critical role#cr spoilers#bells hells#ashton greymoore#critical role spoilers#fearne calloway#bell's hells#cr3#cr3 spoilers#cr livewatch#callowmoore#cr#ashton x fearne#essek theyless#laudna#imogen#chetney#orym#dorian#fcg
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please tell me there's a fic out there of bells hells playing spin the bottle in that room they rented just before the aeor mission....
ashley said it jokingly and took it back almost immediately but GOD i wanted them all to commit to the bit. it would have been very fun.
#critical role#bells hells#critical role campaign 3#ashton greymoore#chetney pock o'pea#laudna#orym of the air ashari#fearne calloway#imogen temult#dorian storm#critical role c3#poly hells#imodna#callowmoore#dorym#ashrym#fearniture#fearne x chetney#fearne x ashton#fearne x imogen x laudna
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Bell’s Hells Relationship Moodboards 2
Ashrym
Chetanna
Dashrym
Fearne/Teven
Greystorm
Imofearne
Laudna & Delilah
Loveletters
Yu/Laudna
BONUS: Shadowmoore
#critical role#cr moodboard#quinn moodboards#ashton greymoore#orym#ashrym#laudna#fearne calloway#chetney pock o'pea#deanna leimert#chetanna#dorian storm#dashrym#greystorm#imogen temult#imofearne#delilah briarwood#fresh cut grass#frida#loveletters#essek thelyss#shadowmoore#yu suffiad#teven klask#yu x laudna#fearne x teven
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I can't believe chorian became canon before dorym (I love it though)
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Hello may I request a reader whose a star druid and that whenever they're in battle they call upon the constellation to fight with them or become the embodiment of the constellation as they're willing to do whatever it take to protect the one they love. Can it be with Bells Hells or Vox Machina or Even both.
Yeah I’ll give the Bells some love 💕
Masterlist 11
Imogen
She may be at a standpoint with her abilities, coming to grips with her arcane heritage, but she feels inspired in seeing yours at work, the entire forces of the Celestials at your disposal and the unapologetic nature you wield it with
Laudna
Summoning hounds and the dark ichor magic is her trademark but she is in awed fascination at seeing how your magic works, as if it wasn’t obvious enough her ichor hound gets along so well with your constellation hunting one
Orym
He’s felt so down, so lost and seeing you in your element at your strongest is still a bit of comfort to his downtrodden heart, there is still the bits of hope that remain (that it won’t end in tears and more destruction) as you summon the literal heavens to protect him
Dorian
He’s heard of such of your kind before in story books that he would sneak away to read with Cyrus, to see you summon these creations fills him with bittersweet pride at who he used to be
Fearne
A witch in her own right, she’s confident of her skills and is never short in giving you praise as well. Always looking for an excuse to be near you and/or trace the silver dots and lines on your skin
Braius
He may be a paladin of the Hells but he’s completely awestruck when you form into one of the Hunter constellations, looking for any excuse
FCG
The automaton was wary of his powers, given how strong the surges can become but he feels a kinship with you because of how you both realize you’re stronger than what you get credit for
Chetney
He is one of the biggest cheerleaders of the party when he sees you using your powers, sometimes even suggesting if you can create a “werewolf” one for him
Ashton
The Genasi just lays it on thick with the compliments towards you, asking constant questions about your different constellations, how long you have been around, etc.
#critical role#inbox requests#critical role x reader#bell’s hells#headcanons#braius doomseed#my writing#imogen temult#laudna#chetney pock o'pea#orym of the air ashari#dorian storm#fcg critical role#ashton greymoore#fearne calloway#cr c3#cr campaign 3#cr campaign three#writeblr
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hiiii I really love your ashrym fic 🥺 they're so perfectly written that it like actually hurtssss. I was wondering if you'd been open to maybe writing a dorym fic? not sure if you do that pairing but id love like an angsty fic turned comforting at the end? just cause with all the new stuff that's gone on, and how dorians not really opening up as much as he used to with orym (and now braius!)
so yeah like whatever you want with that, just want someone to write my sweet bois cause i miss them 😭
Thank you so much!! 🥹 My friend, I am a Dorym truther. I love Ashrym, don't get me wrong, but I was more Ashrym early campaign. Now, especially having watched EXU, I get it. I get it. (Will always love me a little Ashrym tho)
I love this request though! Happy to oblige ~ It's just a quick little something, but hope you enjoy nonetheless <3
SPOILERS AHEAD UNTIL LIKE EP 101 OF CAMPAIGN 3 <3 you've been warned.
The Distance Between Us (Dorian x Orym)
Angsty, hurt/comfort vibes. Nice ending.
Warnings: mention of grief, death, insecurities. Spoilers up until cr3 ep 101
Orym nearly crash landed into a tree, the force of the sudden teleportation spell from Essek causing the Hells to shoot across this new space. He grunted, slowly pushing himself up as his fists sunk into snow below him.
The air around them was cold, colder than it had been in Aeor where they were moments before. He felt the soreness in this muscles as he pushed himself up, a reminder of the battles they'd just had. A Greater Demon, Ludinus, the fall of Aeor… gods. And a new apparent member of their group, as a 6-foot minotaur now stood and shook off the snow like it was nothing. Orym stood, turning to see his friends all paired off already, trying to figure out where they were, what the hell just happened.
After quickly assessing the area and seeing no dangers, he looked to Fearne. He watched as she blinked her eyes up at the Teven, Champion of Hells, held out his hand for her. Unsure of his presence but also clearly enjoying his attentions, she grabbed his hand and stood up, wiping the snow off her dress.
Ashton was not too far off, their eyes darting between the two while they huffed up. Crossing their arms, they sizing up the new members. Essek looked exhausted, and slightly overwhelmed by the new information. Imogen was right beside him as Laudna creeped behind. Unsure.
And then Braius. With Dorian.
He watched as the minotaur reached down to help the air genasi up, with such a force that their chests collided on impact. There were awkward laughs, some flirtatious eyes and a large hand still settled on the lower back to steady Dorian. Fingers teetering on the edge of chiffon.
Hands that easily fit, bodies that easily fit. A better fit, perhaps for Dorian.
He shook his head, trying to let go of the insecurities. They barely knew each other and truthfully it didn't matter. It'd never work out anyways.
Orym's body grew colder than before, the chills settling into his very bones. But he knew the temperature hadn't changed.
He made his way to the group, aiming for Fearne as he sidled up beside her with his arms crossed. One thing at a time.
“So… what the hell is this contract?”
After a series of arguments and discussions about the fact that Fearne was now contracted to the Lord of the Hells, and that we also had another follower of said Lord of Hells now in our midst. That the weight of everything we'd just seen shedding new light on the gods changed things. We eventually settled on the fact that this would need to be discussed further with the Tempest, with everyone else.
So they now all settled around the Essek's magical hut, each separated to process everything. Too much had happened and too much had been seen.
Orym’s own body was worn, not just from the physicality of what had just happened, but the emotional toll it had taken on him and his friends. He could see the guilt lined on Chetney’s face, the heaviness of his shoulders bearing down at whatever he had seen in his vision. A lot of the group had been shown things that played on their insecurity, according to Teven, but none of them took it as hard as Chetney seemed to. Or Dorian.
He looked to his old friend, the deep creases in his brow a new sight. At least, as of late. He was curled over his knees, sat on the ground. Alone. Deep in thought.
Before it would have been easy to go up to him, talk him through whatever he was going through. Hell, Dorian might've come to him even first. But this was before Dorian left. Before he came back and looked like a shell of who he was, empty smiles and hollow eyes that became the new normal. He hadn't relied on Orym since his return, not really. Not truly opening up, despite their attempts to talk and reconnect. It felt awkward and strange and Orym didn’t know what to do.
He could leave him be, let him work out his things. Or, he could push his own insecurity aside and…
“Hey.”
Dorian’s eyes looked up at the soft sound, sending him a tired, tense smile. “Hey.”
“Mind if I sit?” Orym gestured to the space beside him.
Dorian nodded, his arms reaching up as he stretched his back and legs out. “Of course.”
Orym sat down, far enough away but still close enough so that they could talk without being overheard by the group. He looked up, Dorian's tired features looming over. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
“Talk about what?” Dorian said, his voice taking on an air of innocence.
“Whatever. What happened in there, before, anything.”
Dorian just gave off a charming smile, not even making eye contact as his hand quickly grasped Orym’s shoulder and dropping back into his lap. “It’s nothing important really, don’t worry about me. How about you, you ok?”
Orym sighed. “I’m fine. I’m more worried about you.”
“I’m ok Orym. Really.” He kept the charming smile, but noticed Dorian's hands tighten and flex.
Orym made a point to look at his hands. “Yeah?”
Dorian's hands quickly moved up and behind his head, trying to play it off. “Yeah, absolutely. Thanks for checking in though.”
The two sat in silence for a time, small whispers and wind the only sounds filling the space. Orym’s mind drifted, filling with memories of the past of his time with Fearne and Dorian. Curled together on their travels, the ease of which they told each other things, looking out for each other. Then everything happened with Opal, and the gods, and his brother… It made the distance between them seem like an ocean. He didn’t know how to bridge the gap, had struggled to since he'd returned. If he was the one meant to even anymore. No matter how much he wanted to be.
“I know it’s been… a lot. There’s so much going on and we’ve barely had a chance to breathe. I know I’m the one who asked you to come here, and this is my fault that you got caught in this but... I wanna be there for you Dorian. I wanna help you if I can. Please, let me help you.” Orym’s voice came out breathy, desperate. Similar to the voice he had the last time he sent a message on the sending stone.
Dorian spinned to face him, his face now open in shock. "Orym, no, I-" He sighed, his shoulders slumping forward. “I don’t know how I feel. Angry? Confused? Helpless?" He paused, words caught in his throat. "They had a chance to destroy them, to end the war, to leave and they-“
The halfling reached over, a comforting hand tentatively touching his knee. Dorian’s shoulders began to shake as he leaned his head forward further to cover his face. Orym's grip tightened as he listened.
“It’s the god’s faults. They did this. They had a chance to leave, to stop their siblings, but they just stayed. And now because of that Opal is controlled by the Spider Queen, Fy’ra probably too, and Cyrus- Cyrus is dead. He’s dead. Because of them.”
Orym didn’t know what to say. He knew grief, the earth shattering loss, knew his own confusion with the gods, but... He also knew how he had been helped by some of them as well. He couldn’t condemn them all for their mistakes, for the good they've done. And would Ludinus still have done and been who he was had there not been gods?
“This is all really confusing. It’s a lot.” Orym said, voice more resolute. “I don’t know what the right answer is after all of this, since it’s something that’s not so black and white. At least, I think. No matter how much as we want it to be. But we will figure it out Dorian, we’ll find a way to make this right. Or as right as we can.”
He looked up to Orym then, his eyes slightly bloodshot from tears but fierce. He could see the hint of anger, devastation, uncertainty. Stains marking down his skin, carrying down his neck. Orym wanted to reach out, so badly to wipe away his pain.
“I don’t know what’s right anymore.” Dorian said, his voice raspy yet the lull was still music to his ears. To hear him speak at all, to hear him be open with him again.
Orym reached up then, insecurities be damned as he wiped away his friend’s tears making the genasi stiffened slightly. “We’ll figure it out.”
Just as Orym was about to pull his hand away he felt a large blue hand encompass his own. Dorian’s eyes met his and he felt his body both warm and freeze in place at that moment. He watched those harsh blue eyes now soften, as Dorian whispered out. “I’ve missed you Orym, truly.”
Orym’s heart was beating so fast, a steady drum against his chest as he swallowed his nerves down. He couldn’t find the words in that moment. All he felt was Dorian’s hand curl around his own. He felt as it was pulled away and down to the ground beside them. Dorian's fingers slowly unfurling before Orym held them back, keeping him in place.
It felt like a dance, seeing who would let go first.
The Halfling struggled a moment, his voice getting caught in his throat as he gazed upon this man. This man he...
“I’m glad you’re here. So glad." Orym choked out. "Even if this all goes to shit, I’m just- I’ve missed you too. So much.”
#dorian x orym#dorym#critical role spoilers#downfall spoilers#bells hells spoilers#Dorian storm#orym of the air ashari#exu spoilers#fic request#drabble#angst#hurt/comfurt#fluff#unspoken love#will they won't they#critical role#braius stormseed#chetney pock o'pea#essek theylss#longlivedelusion originals
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Imogen brags about her friends
#critical role#cr spoilers#campaign 3#c3e109#laura bailey#imogen#imogen temult#marisha ray#laudna#southern gothic#laudna x imogen#imodna#travis willingham#chetney pock o'pea#robbie daymond#dorian storm#Sam Riegel#braius doomseed#ashley johnson#fearne#fearne calloway#liam o’brien#orym#orym of the air ashari#Taliesin Jaffe#ashton greymoore#matt mercer#the raven queen
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pike looking at dorian and saying “I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met. hi, I’m pike trickfoot!” and dorian saying “oh, hello. dorian storm. a pleasure to meet you.” (bonus: chetney saying “he’s extremely valuable.” and orym saying definitively “he’s part of bell’s hells.” and dorian smiling and looking down after orym says his piece)
#pike and dorian meeting is everything to me actually#annemarie watches critical role#critical role#pike trickfoot#pike#dorian storm#dorian#chetney pock o'pea#chetney#orym of the air ashari#orym#dorian x orym#orym x dorian#dorym#otp: no debts between us#otp: I just like to see you happy#vox machina#bell's hells#the cradle’s convocation#c3e104
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In one hand, I have my favorite ship that is already canon
In the other hand, I have a bunch of ships that I like, most are kind of canon, and I have no idea who’s going to end up with who, truly
I feel like I’m winning no matter what
#also love letters I love them#critical role#imodna#fearne x ashton#fearne x chetney#orym x ashton#Orym x Dorian#callowmoore#dorym#I don’t know the other ship names lol#bells hells#bell’s hells
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hello lovely! you’re my favorite bells hells writer, you just hit the nail on the head with every post and i’m so excited everytime i get the notif that you posted
if your requests are still open and you have the time/want to, could you do a bells hells x reader with the prompt “please just hold me?”, like maybe reader had a nightmare or something and asks the party to hold them? please and thank you !!!!
Hello darling! Your words made me all warm and fuzzy, I'm honoured to be a favourite something hehehe. I did a similar post here for when the reader is afraid of the dark, if you're interested :)
~ Poet
"Please Just... Hold Me?"
-> S/O has a nightmare
Ashton 💙
Fuck- Shit- I mean, sure. Sure. C'mere. I'll keep you close.
Even though you're the one seeking comfort, Ashton initially freaks out a little bit themselves. They're not used to the vulnerability that comes with bad dreams, especially when it's being shared with someone he cares about.
Before you give him the go-ahead, his hands are hovering in mid air, clueless on whether or not it's okay to touch you.
They're not the best at words in situations like this, so they let their body do the talking for them. Toned arms pull you into their lap, one hand gently running up and down your back as you calm down.
His crystalised skull glints and catches the miniscule light in your shared room. A little rainbow makes a wobbly appearance on the headboard. Their body is strong and grounding beneath you.
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Chetney 💙
Give me time and I'll figure out a way to punch nightmares. It's not impossible if it's for you. I'd do anything for you.
He's got his mind set on that end goal, and Chet doesn't give up easily. But it can wait for another day. A day where you're not trembling beside him.
Because of how smol he is, it's less him holding you and more him being scooped up into your lap with his arms around your neck. Your nose is pressed into his shoulder as he mutters soft words into your ear.
He makes teary attempts at making you laugh, something to distract you both from the water pooling in the corners of your eyes.
He keeps an eye on you in the morning, a subtle way of checking in. He doesn't bring it up in conversation - the man respects your privacy too much.
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Dorian 💙
Do you even need to ask? Of course I'll hold you. You're safe with me. I won't let anything happen to you. They can't touch you now.
He feels a little helpless in the moment, his very being flooded with cautious alarm when you reach out for him blindly in the dark. He's not the strongest, nor the bravest, but he'll be your rock and help you through this as best he can.
Pretty words are what he lives on though, and he knows just what to say to make everything feel a little bit better. Sweet nothings and intimate musings drip from the lips that rest on the crown of your head.
His fingers sweep in soothing circles across your skin, and you cling to his silk shirt and silky hair as he guides your fluttering heartbeat to steady to a more restful rhythm.
Sings you lullabies of crisp apples in spring and warm sunshine that kisses the face of a dear lover. Those nightmares are easily kept at bay while you lay beside him.
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Fearne 💙
Oh dear. It's just not fair, is it? Don't worry, baby, I got you. Ol' Fearnie's here now.
She's so naturally tender with you. In the daytime, Fearne teases relentlessly, pokes and prods and says sweet flirty things that make you want to curl up into a tight little ball and burn from embarrassment.
But here, she smooths back sweat soaked wispy hairs away from your forehead, presses her lips to your forehead and hushes your unnecessary apologies.
A light floral scent envelopes your entire being like a blanket while she encases you in her arms, her downy fur there feather soft and cosy.
Little Mister lifts his head from the foot of the bed and scampers up to hold your free hand, coos quiet. The other stays placed on top of Fearne's sleep dress, right over her heart. The heart that beats for you.
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Imogen 💙
I know what it's like, love. Trust me, I do. I'm not going anywhere. Whatever you need, big or small, it's yours.
Of all the party members, you know that Imogen is the most familiar with nightmares. You've spent many sleepless nights sitting with her, smoothing back her hair and holding a cup of water to her lips as she calms down from vivid visions with vague meanings.
The storm can be so vast and crimson at times, unbearable even. It terrifies her, makes her anxious when it's bedtime. Even if she tries to hide it, you can tell.
But when you're distressed and whimpering under the covers beside her, she pushes those thoughts away and tries to be a bit braver. Braver for you. It's the least she can offer.
She cradles you into her side like you're some glass object that could shatter, her words and thoughts soothing you until sleep or daylight finds you both.
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Laudna 💙
Those bad dreams have some nerve poking around in your head. They wouldn't dare if they knew what I could do. Lay back, precious thing.
Like Chetney, Laudna makes the nightmares out to be a personal enemy. They're cruel and unworthy of someone so good such as yourself. Just out of reach so that she can't protect you from them.
If she could, she would show them how scary-scary she can actually truly be.
But until she has the power to physically strangle the embodiment of your bad dreams, she fluffs your pillow and helps you lean back onto the mattress. She's humming something quietly, a lullaby of some sort, her fingers gingerly stroking your face once she's cuddled into you.
She asks if you want to talk about what you dreamt, and respects however you answer. Works you through what you remember and curls her fingers around your own as you speak.
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Orym 💙
Hey, hey. Look at me. Hey. Hi. It's me. You're alright, okay? I'm right here. We're alright. Just focus on me.
He lights a candle quicky, and you now are able to see the concern on his face that the shadows previously hid from you. There's a sadness in his eyes, but it's overpowered by the protectiveness in his actions.
He perches at your side, cupping your face while his thumbs gently wipe away crusty sleep from your eyes, soft smile brighter than the flame on the nightstand.
A sprig of lavender grows effortlessly from his palm and he tucks it in between your pillows to help you sleep better when you feel ready to.
Orym has had his fair share of nightmares, and helps you through it like he approaches everything - with practiced carefulness and kindness that is so good in nature that the bad dreams dare not linger.
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★: 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗦 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗦 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧
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