#fell in love with nott episode one and the love only grew

[coldwheelbarrrow]

one of my favorite things about veth is that she is canonically fat. this girl is chubby. she’s got big arms and fuck yeah she uses them to shoot a crossbow.

[lesferatu]

Just some thoughts on second chances that I wrote the night of the CR campaign finale but forgot to post till right now. As such, it is a reflection on the campaign before the wrap up and I really don't feel like going through it to see if my opinion changed after the wrap up, so here ya go.

Spoilers for character arcs through out the campaign and episode 141 (as well as a Long Post) below cut

The Mighty Nein campaign has been a story of second chances and living beyond your past while staying true to who you are. And love...lots of it.

Fjord was a sailor who followed more than he lived for himself. Vandren showed him how to be a sailor and how to be the man he grew into and, in the end, he tried to become Vandren. Fjord's second chance came twice with a sword and a patron. His first second chance was a false start but one that let him reach his true self through trial, error, and struggle. His second second chance was a much softer beginning; surrounded by friends who loved him for all he was and could be, with a Goddess who cares at his back and a purpose of his own choosing to drive him. He found someone who loved him for who he was, not how he presented himself to the world.

In the end, Fjord is still a sailor but one who lives and loves on his own terms and fjorges his own way.

Jester lived a sheltered life but one full of love and chaos. It was never bad or one not worth living, but for her it was incomplete. Her mother hid her from the world with good intent but it left her naïve of the true nature of the world; books can only teach you so much about life and often it is a romanticized version. Jester's second chance came of her own making early on and yet took a long time to come to fruition. She locked that man on the balcony and, in the end, was shunted into a world she knew about in theory but was clueless of in practice: the real story her books were based on. She spent the campaign becoming disillusioned with the idea of story book love and life and yet found a real love and life along the way. 

Jester never loses her love of romance, stories, and fantasy but found the truth in them all the same that made life real.

Yasha lived a life given and taken from her against her will for many decades. Her clan dictated so much of her destiny that, when she chose to find her own pocket of happiness within it, said destiny was ripped from her along with that happiness. That loss became the chains that a new given destiny used to bind her against her will once more; her mind was taken as well as her life so that no pockets of happiness could be found again. Yasha's second chance came with Mollymauk, then the Mighty Nein, then Beau; choices upon choices that given destiny tried to take once more but, in the end, free will won. 

Yasha lost so much because of love–or rather because of other's reaction to said love–but love saved her in the end. She loved so hard, she found her own destiny, broke the chains that held her, and now her pockets of happiness are overflowing.

Beau's life was one of bucking the system and ignoring expectations. She was forced to live her father's regret and fear and rebelled hard against both. Her rebellion got her trapped by the system she tried to escape. That system taught her much and yet, when she was let loose from it, she rebelled once more. Anger and snark can only get you so far and, in the end, it was love and learning that got her farther. She thought her fists were her best quality but her mind was as sharp as her strikes and tongue. Once she let herself use it to its fullest, she cut through every mystery in her way. Beau’s second chance came through her friends and understanding how the world wasn't always out to get her and, when it is, it is possible to fight it in a way that changes the world and doesn’t just spite it. She grew into a friend, a lover, and a revolutionary; she went her own way and the system had to struggle to keep up with her. Closure she didn't know she needed was given to her but her second chance was something she made herself.

Beau is still angry and rebellious but she has a true family and influence to back it up. She allowed herself to be soft and it made her strong.

Caleb life was forged for him through pain–his own and others–and manipulation. He was naïve in a destructive way; loyal and trusting to a fault...but to the wrong man, the wrong cause. His trust got his parents killed and his life ruined. He didn't want a second chance–didn't think he deserved one–but one came to him anyway in the form of a wild group of chaotic idiots and love in many forms. It came in the form of his friends, of a chance to right wrongs–though not his own for the longest time–and in seeing himself in another and offering the forgiveness his new family offered him. It came in the form of an unexpected fight and a legal battle, both fought with his new family at his side. He got revenge for his old self, his old family and loves.

Caleb is not Bren–not truly...anymore–but Caleb can live with that. He found his purpose in making sure that no more Brens have to become Calebs and finding forgiveness and love–however bittersweet in the end–with his narrative foil and the friends who dragged him to redemption.

Veth is another who's life was taken from her. Yes, eventually by death but first by bullies. She was made to hate herself by the cruelty of society and, though she found love and happiness through that, she never let herself be all she could; she could only see what she was not. And Nott she became and she hated Nott. But love saved her; not love for who she used to be, nor who she could be in the future, but who she was right at that moment. It was the love of her friends, her husband, and herself that saved her. Her second chance was finding her way back to her first, but with an understanding of who she truly is; brave, true, smart, and a great mother.

Veth was Nott but she was not...not and by finding the truth in that statement, Nott became Veth. Veth chose the soft life once more in the end but this time of her own volition and it was her found courage that allowed her to do it. 

Caduceus is another sheltered soul but this time of his own choice, though he didn't really think of it that way. He thought he needed to wait for someone to tell him his purpose and he thought someone had when grieving chaos fell upon his doorstep. He helped them find vengeance and closure and that could have been it, but he stayed, sure that he was supposed to. In doing so, he found his family twice–both metaphorically in the Nein and physically at the Menagerie– and found both his purpose and his choice. He led another to salvation just by being himself and a good friend. Caduceus's second chance came by figuring out his given destiny was given by himself, by the adventure he found along the way, and the chosen purpose he found in the end.

Caduceus is the favorite of the Wild Mother and the best friend anyone could ever want, and he chose to be so by following the first chaos he found.

Essek life was, sadly by Dynasty standards, his own; he was not a lost soul given life once more but a new one given power. Knowledge was his driving force and it led to the ruin of many; He wasn't allowed to do what he wanted...so he did what he wanted anyway and it inadvertently started a war. He was okay with that, truly, until the Mighty Nein stumbled into his life and suddenly he was very much not. It was not a betrayal really–though he was definitely guilty of treason–but it was the loss of the Mighty Nein's trust that he feared the most and felt the most when he finally lost it, however briefly. He thought he has lost the only true family he had but really he had found a life to live. His second chance came when he chose to live that life.

Essek's life wasn't given to him so he took it for himself and it ruined him...but love built him back up and showed him that it was better to live life to change than it was to wallow in guilt.

Molly's life, in itself, was a second chance, though not one asked for by Lucien. He forged forward and made it his own. He loved and he created and he left everywhere he went better than when he got there. We never got to see the true end of his new start. Life is not always fair and not every second chance works out in the end...that is, until the end of Lucien. Molly fought to make his new life his own and how dare his original self try and tear down his progress!

Molly's second chance was cut short when he died for his friends and he died once more helping his friends make sure his first chance didn't ruin it.

Kingsley's life, again, was an enforced second chance, though one Molly would approve of. Molly didn't dwell on the past and neither will his brother, his new self. Kingsley saw the love in the Mighty Nein's eyes and never questioned it; all he asked was that he could learn it on his own. He woke up to chaos and love and he embraced it. Molly would have never wanted to be dwelled upon in a way that stifled change and Kingsley lived that. Kingsley's second chance came in the form of a new life and a new coat, but the same friends. He grew into his own self before learning what was taken from the group he had learned to love. The Mighty Nein could have seen him as Molly, could have tried to force him into the hole in their heart and he probably wouldn't have blamed them, yet he was Kingsley in their eyes and he loved them all the more for it. 

Kingsley's life lives true to Molly's ideas of the past: forget it and continue forward and live every second of it to the fullest. His second chance is in the works but he's not hesitating for one second.

The Mighty Nein were a group a fuck ups from the start; barely contained chaos which changed and grew and erupted at every turn. They were volatile at the beginning yet as ride or die as any adventuring party should be. They did not experience the world separately but as a team; each second chance a member got–whether it was sought after or not–was a chance to learn and grow together and grow closer. Their second chance came when a leetle teifling girl walked over to engage with a smelly man and a “halfling” and a purple man and an angel convinced them all to go to the circus

They will always be a chaotic bunch of assholes, no matter how far apart they travel, but now they are a family and nobody can take that from them.

[whattheduckisthisbullpit]

A Love Letter to Critical Role

Let me try to put into words what Critical Role has meant to me.

When I first started listening to it, it was September of 2017. I was in the hospital after suffering from several TIA’s. I was facing an unknown period of time in the hospital where blurry vision meant no reading and no TV. I needed something to keep me entertained. I can’t remember who it was, but someone I followed on Tumblr was posting about this group called Vox Machina? And it was sad cause it had just ended? And it was video but also a podcast? So I decided to give it a try. The next morning, I walked with my Dad to the library that was attached to the hospital and used their wifi to download the first few episodes. Despite the technological difficulties I fell in love. I fell in love with Keyleth when she broke down in the Underdark and despite not knowing anything about her past I could connect to that feeling of confusion, of not knowing what I was going to do next. I fell in love with the fact with the world, despite the fact that I couldn’t see it, it was far clearer than anything I could see with my eyes at that time. I fell in love with the combat that got my heart racing and kept my mind off the pain in my head. Even after I was discharged, it kept me company while I was at home, not able to go to school or meet up with friends. It kept me company when I decided I wanted to try baking something, one of my other loves that I found during that hard time.

When I was able to go to school again, the time I had to listen to it was cut down. Now just limited to the 15-minute walk to campus. But I was able to talk to people about it. My friend Meagan, who I shared every passion with, gushing about how much I loved the characters and trying to explain jokes while I was laughing my ass off just thinking about it. My friend Sabrina, a fan of TAZ, telling me they wanted to try and DM a campaign, and a small group of us absolutely fumbling our way through the adventure. But between Critical Role and that campaign it started a fire in me. A love of creating characters that can be the stronger version of myself that I could never see myself being. Characters that are confident and strong and smart and fearless. Characters that are therapeutic to make, even if I can’t play them. A fire that grew and grew until I decided to take the jump into DMing. The one-shot I made for my birthday, (inspired by Liam’s Quest), that like his acted as a love letter to my friends.

Over the summer, I got time to listen to the show again. On my drive to work and back. At work, to keep my mind off the boring data entry I was doing. But now I could sneakily watch the video, and oh my god I was tempted to go back and re-watch all that I had already listened to because the character interactions are so amazing. But then I had to stop that, because I kept having these moments where the characters would do or say something so tragic, so heart wrenching that even though I was at work, I couldn’t stop myself from crying. From staring blankly ahead for minutes while I just listened to the characters, to the voices, and I didn’t have to look because I could imagine their faces.

The journey that these characters have undergone, that I (belatedly) followed them on, is one that I think restored my hope in creativity. I have always had a bit of a sideline interest in creation. Always wanting to create something: costumes, art, novels, music. But I never had the time or the skill. And while I know skill comes with practice, it was easy to lose sight of that in the face of initial failure. But Critical Role and its characters have inspired me to create like never before. I have felt such inspiration from these characters that I can’t push it to the sidelines anymore. And DnD has given me an outlet for that creativity in way that I have never had before. A way that doesn’t take expensive materials or time-consuming classes to learn. It’s a way to create in my spare time, on my own terms, campaigns or characters or encounters.

And the characters. THE CHARACTERS. Characters that feel human, because they are made by humans. There is no polish to them, no editing out mistakes or imperfections, no proof reading to make sure that they only come across as the best possible versions of that trope. They are human and they experience human journeys. Journeys that every Critter watching can relate to in some sense. Whether it be that I still bawl my eyes out thinking about Vaxildan’s journey to find purpose, and how it relates to my own struggles to find my passion as I finish my degree. Or Keyleth’s struggle to stay kind in a world where, we can all agree, it is far to easy to be cynical. Or Vexahlia’s journey to move past the bullying that she faced as a child, while still not being able to move past that want for acceptance. Or Grog’s journey to push himself to learn something, even when time and time again he struggles and fails. Or Nott’s struggle, stuck in a body that she hates and finds unlovable, when I look in the mirror and see nothing but fat rolls and acne scars. Or Molly’s journey to find happiness and joy in the darkest of places, even when people maybe don’t appreciate that brash positivity. Or Yasha’s journey to forgive herself for the mistakes of her past.

I don’t know how to end this other than to say Thank You. To Matt and Marisha and Travis and Sam and Liam and Laura and Taliesin and Ashley. To everyone behind the scenes that makes this show work. To all the fans that have added something to this fandom, to make it big enough. And to that person on my dash all those years ago. I can’t remember exactly who you are, and for that I am so very sorry. But I hope that someday, someone will change your life as much as you have changed mine.

[stupidgamer48]

Episode 46 has come and gone and someone is here for one day and gives me a damn heart attack. Just as bad as the others, I swear.

After a long night’s rest, the Nien wake up at around high noon (heh) the following day and begin to figure out what their plans will be for the next few hours or so. Caleb decides to stay on the boat while the others go into town, still attempting to recover emotionally from the previous day’s events. Jester walks in on their conversation and seems...off? Fjord and Jester talk about how each sort of...disappeared in different ways the day before. It is mostly awkward and the group joins in.

As they all speak, the realization that half of everyone blames themselves for what happened comes to the surface. Clay says that he does not think that anyone did anything wrong and that what happened just sort of happened. He believes they all did well and tells the group that they should not beat themselves up over the previous events. His speech (much more eloquently put than this summery) slowly seems to lift some of the weight off of the shoulders of the Nien. While some of it lingers, it is not as heavy.

Fjord notices several warships that are docked at the port and speaks to a nearby soldier what is happening. He discovers that the war between the EMpire and Xhorhas is getting worse. He also realizes Felderwin, a town further inland that the party passed by, was attacked by the Xhorhaus empire.

Making their way into town for breakfast, they find a meadery selling a large amount of food and spirits for the people of the port and the soldiers. Yasha eventually joins them, a bit miffed about being woken up and not invited to join, and they all discuss as to what to do after they leave. Fjord wants to visit that temple he saw in his dream, if the group is willing.

As he talks about the soldiers in town when Jester asked, Nott finds out about the town and tells the group that she is from Felderwin. Beau reveals that she grew up near in a town near. Yasha learns that her old home were the reason for the attack and seems mutely shocked.

Yasha slowly opens up that she was worried when the group disappeared. She looked across the whole room to figure out where they went. She says she does not need anything because everything she has is here now. Nott/Sam teases her and she reveals she wasn’t even sure the group wanted her to be in the group. 

As this happens, back on the boat, Caleb casts alarm and his hut in his room. He examines some of the loot he got, including the sphere that has now reset itself. He examines the books and finds some new spells and a book about debate from the issues of the time before the calamity.

As the rest of the Nien come back to the ship and settle for the day, they set sail back to the sea. As they move, rain begins to fall, steadily turning into a proper storm and the crew is forced to push through it, since going around would put several days on their travel. As they force their way in, Beau talks to Jester alone and does compliment her when she says that she is a good liar, quoting her from something she had said the day before, because it takes one to know one. She reassures Jester that it is ok to be sad and that she knows what it is like to be alone as a child. She says that she admires Jester for staying creative and not angry through her loneliness, as Beau had done when she was growing up. As Beau leaves, Jester hugs her and Beau returns the affection, letting her know that she loves her.

Yasha stands atop the deck while everyone moves around, entranced by the storm. She becomes overtaken by the weather and kneels to it. She begins to go through her memories of her home. She sees a woman she once knew, both alive and dead in the flash of light. From a lovely smile and feeling to a horrifying figure and pain. Another memory, a figure and storm speaks to her of loss.  Another scene of dead bodies and her bloody sword being clutched in her hands. A red being like that of a demon calls her the Orphan Maker. The voice that spoke to her about loss tells of loss’s strength and weaknesses as the thunder swells in sound. The storm before her in her dreams being created for her.

She is brought back into reality and lightning strikes the front of the ship. Instead of broken wood, a creature of darkness with Yasha’s height appears and makes its way towards her. Wings like lightning behind it. It attacks her with no warning.

Those on the deck of the ship only see a ball of light where the creature stands. Fjord has heard tales of ball lightning, something similar to what he and others see. Yasha sees its true form. Yasha unfurls her wings and fights back.

After a strenuous battle, Yasha survives with one hit point and tells Jester about what she saw: her home, her memories, and the monster. Yasha, at Jester’s recommendation, talks to Clay about her battle. Clay asks what she is going to do now. She does not know. Clay warns her that running towards something without knowing why you are running can be dangerous but also says they will probably encounter her goal, though lost, very soon.

Yasha reflects on her memories and the fight as she reaches the deck of the ship, the rain having mostly dissipated at that point. Jester asks Yasha what made her leave her home in the first place. She said she had to leave because she did something that wasn’t “the right thing to do” according to her tribe. She says that, in her tribe they make a blood oath to the tribe and their leader, a matriarch known as the  and a new name. Her’s was the Orphan Maker and, eventually, given a mate as appointed by her home. Yasha, however, says she fell in love with a woman named Zuella, a woman not chosen by the tribe and married her. However, the tribe found out and the punishment for what they did was death. Her wife was murdered by the tribe and Yasha ran. She says she is a coward but Jester disagrees.

She admits she remembers little after she left, feeling and looking different when she woke up at the alter of the Storm Lord. She wants to be better to repay the kindness of him saving her from an unknown threat. Jester asks if he healed her heart but Yasha does not think her heart would ever be healed but she is fine with that if that means Zuella stays with her. She wants to find the grave of her wife back home and give the flowers she has collected to her.

Yasha says, after losing those she loves like Zuella and Molly, she might be unlucky or cursed and she doesn’t even believe in luck. But, Jester says that even if Molly is gone he is still with her like her lovely Zuella. Yasha thanks them for listening and asks for them to keep it quiet, to which they agree.

The ship sails forward until they spot land, three pieces of mass off in the distance and send Frumpkin out to examine the ground and water around it. After some time in the water, Frumpkin spots a tower. Nearby is some movement of humanoid bodies tangled in the seaweed. They look around but can not find any more dangers around. Fjord casts breath underwater and instructs the crew to leave if they see any danger. As they make their way down, Clay notices an aquatic like creature with humanoid appendages with one that moves like an octo-fied Frumpkin. They attack one of the creatures, killing it an alerting the others.

After the battle, Fjord sends a specter he made towards the tower to scout ahead. After some time and little event, Fjord makes his way towards the building, being spotted by something similar to a crab creature. He sends the specter inside and, as they listen, Clay hears stone, slashing and then silence coming from inside. Peaking in, three creatures of crablike proportion are spotted. Eventually, they work their way into the tower.

As they slowly work their way into tower, the cold water of the ocean floor seeps further into their body. With some bonds growing stronger at the reveal of information as others grow taut at the secrecy of others, the group nears the, foreseeable, end to Fjord’s background and his strange connection to Uk’atoa’s balls. There is something waiting within the depths of these waters, consequences of their actions and impulses left unknown until they unfold before the party. The Nien are forced to question what may lay ahead of them and what unholy secrets they may discover.

Guys, it has been a pleasure making these reviews over the last few months and interacting with you and seeing the responses you all have for recent episodes. I only recently got into the community and I feel I have been made better for it. You all are wonderful and I can’t wait to see you in the next year.

Do not forget, tomorrow is Liam’s holiday one shot! Tune in to see what shenanigans they get into. From what some of them have to say, it is very interesting.

Here’s to bright future’s, big smiles, and good times with some hell to be raised.

And, until next year, is it Thursday yet?

I love you all and hope you have a happy holidays!

[dancer4813]

Ey, so.

Rough transcript of a certain secret from last night’s episode. In case anyone wants to read through it again. and if you want to save yourself the feels of actually watching it again. Everybody’s dialogue is in there, and the names are my best guess for spelling.

Spoilers for Episode 2x18 of Critical Role 

C: I am going to tell you the story of how I murdered my mother and father.

When I was younger, I grew up in a small township outside of Rexxentrum called Blumenthal. My mother’s name was Una, my father’s name was Leofred. Everyone was very excited about me when I was young. I was bright, confident. People used to say that I delighted through life and everything just worked for me. And as I got older it became clear that I had a knack for the arcane. And everyone talked about the Solstrice Academy. Maybe I would do something there.

The way they do things at the Academy is they don’t’ take all comers – they look for the diamond in the rough, and every couple of years they find one. But, when I was a young man, adolescent really, they found three of us. Another boy and a girl

B: From your town?

C: Ja, from Blumenthal. And yeah… We were accepted.

N: How old were you?

C: I was young.

N: How old is young?

B: Yeah, how young? Teenager?

C: Anyway, we went there. I studied for a year. It came easier to me than to the other two, but they were also very accomplished. And there were other students from other parts of the empire there.

A little over a year of learning all they had to impart, I met a man named Trent Icathon. He became our teacher.

B: Why didn’t you say anything earlier?

C: Earlier when? Earlier tonight? Earlier a week ago? What do you mean?

B: When we were talking to Trent. You know we were talking to Trent.

C: So, after a year of studying in the main school, Trent hand-picked all three of us, again, and we left the school proper and went with him to a home out in the countryside where he trained us. It was a good time; we believed in the Empire, we were going to keep it strong. He was cruel. He hurt us a lot. Made us go through extreme circumstances, but we got strong. I also fell in love, but that’s another story.

B: One of the other students?

C: Yeah

So we rose through the ranks and it was the Empire over all and, eventually he wanted to test our allegiance, so strangers were brought in. Traitors – disgusting people, traitors to this Empire. And we killed them.

B: What?

N: [You were] just students?

C: Mhmm.

B: He made you executioners?

C: We wanted to be.

B: Caleb, that’s… deeply fucked up. You know that, right?

C: Yeah.

So, a few months of this, of studying, of a little bit of torture, of a little bit of murdering dissidents and traitors and deviants…

B: And then one day your parents were brought in as traitors.

C: *shakes head*

B: No?

C: No. We were ready to graduate. And the last test of our allegiance was- I’m getting ahead of myself.

C: I went home. A trip home, and visited my parents, and when I was there in the middle of the night I awoke and overheard them talking and went to the stair and listened to them talk about revolution and tearing the Empire down, and I felt disgraced and shame for my family. My mother and father, who were so wonderful to me when I was a child, and were so happy for me to go to the Academy, and believed in the Empire so much…

And I went back to the school. And when the three of us were summoned and told what was expected of us… I knew what had to be done.

We went to this other boy’s home first, Eodwulf. And we stood by as he killed his parents. And we went to Astrid’s house and had dinner with them, and she poisoned them. And then we went to my home and we grabbed a horse cart and, in the middle of the night, placed it against the door to the home, and I set it on fire.

B: And you had to do this to graduate. To prove your loyalty.

C: Well, yeah. But it didn’t go exactly according to plan, because as soon as I heard my mother and father screaming inside… I was so sure. I was so sure. Until I wasn’t. And I broke a bit.

N: Did you go in after them?

C: No. No, I went to an asylum for a number of years. I broke. I broke, and I don’t remember so well what happened to me there. It was quite a number of years. And, years later, a woman was there, another patient. And she put hands on me. She took the clouds away. She took it all away. And not just my madness, but fake memories that Icathon put in my head of my parents.

N: Fake memories?

C: Yes.

N: Wait, there was a false memory? He tricked you?

B: Into hearing their talks against the Empire. Is that what it was?

C: Yes, but it doesn’t matter. Because I still wanted to do it when I did it.

N: But you didn’t know what you were doing-

C: So what?

N: -you were brainwashed-

C: So what?!

N: -programmed-

C: I should’ve- I’m a disgusting person. It doesn’t matter. Anyway, all of that gone, just like that. And I ran. Not right away, I pretended like nothing had changed for several weeks. She was stark raving mad fifteen minutes later herself, the woman who helped me. And I killed one of Trent’s people there, and took this.

*pulls out a necklace*

And this has been keeping me hidden for years. For five years.

N: What do you mean hidden?

C: They can try to find me, but not with this. They cannot find me.

C: So, um, I would really like to get in that library, because I would…

B: Like to run again.

C: Hmm? No. No, I like you all.

B: You were just talking with Nott about running tomorrow.

C: Well that all depends on you, Beauregard.

B: If I don’t let you in?

C: And if you can keep a secret.

B: Caleb, I’m good at keeping secrets. You heard us talking to Trent. You know he wants Yasha. And you’re the only person who knows the atrocities this man – who utterly gave me the creeps by the way, so I’m feeling a little bit validated in the fact that I think I read him pretty well… I’m just saying, you have a responsibility now.

C: Which is?

B: Keep this guy from hurting more people.

C: Well, that is precisely why I want to use the library.

B: You want to take down Trent. Is that why you’re doing all this? You want to take down Trent?

C: Yes.

B: What’re you hoping to find?

C: Anybody can make lights. Anybody can send a message through a wire. I want to bend reality to my will.

B: *scoffs* Caleb… you don’t though. No one wants that amount of power and responsibility.

C: Yeah, well, I told you why I’m afraid of fire. So you’re going to bring me to that library.

B: Don’t worry, I’ll take you to the library. There are two options here. You could selfishly try and go after this guy for your own vendetta. Or you can use your motives to keep others from getting hurt in a similar way.

C: Both of those are appealing to me.

B: All right. I know you just make Dancing Lights. Or you feel like you can just make Dancing Lights. But those dancing lights make sure I can punch people in the fucking face whenever I can’t see shit. A little bit of teamwork goes a long way.

C: Okay, good. I think Nott and I are going to retire now. Maybe you can go get that food for the others.

[melthedestroyer]

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invisiblespork

critical role?

- When did you first get into the thing? Are you still actively engaged in it? When I caught completely up on TAZ (around Commitment, I think) I kept hearing about CR and seeing some things about it. I watched the first episode of campaign one and had trouble following it, also it’s a few hours long at a time! and then I saw that a new campaign was going on so I decided to get in on that one first, esp since I can listen to the podcast at work now. I’m still a few episodes behind though. - Who jumped out to you as your first favorite character? Did they stay your favorite character? If not, who took up the mantle? When Laura opened her mouth and Jester came out I could’ve sworn that Jester was gonna be my favorite, but Molly has completely snuck up on me and is now my hands-down favorite (next to Caleb maybe). - What are your ships? Beau/Yasha, and probably either Caleb/Molly or Caleb/Fjord (I could also see Jester/Fjord, but that might just be because of marrieds Laura & Travis) - Do you have any really specific headcanons or AUs you like to think about? It’s a bit too early for it, I’m still wrapped up in how much I love them all. - Any theories that were thoroughly Jossed later on? Could’ve sworn Nott was littler than she is, but Sam finally confirmed that she’s “of childbearing age but has some growing to do”, which would put her at like, 15 or 16 in human years in my head - Anything you wish was handled differently in the story? Not that I can think of, but it’s only been lie 8 episodes so far. - Misc unpopular opinions or gripes about the fandom? I haven’t engaged directly with the fandom beyond reblogging fanart yet, mostly because I’m not caught up, but nope, no unpopular opinions so far. - Favorite fic, if any? Haven’t read fic yet!

invisiblespork

or voltron, take your pick since i'm not 100% sure you're into CR

- When did you first get into the thing? Are you still actively engaged in it? Got into Voltron about a year ago maybe? When only one season was out. I’m not still Actively engaged because they keep releasing shit and i’m not caught up - Who jumped out to you as your first favorite character? Did they stay your favorite character? If not, who took up the mantle? Pidge is and continues to be my favorite I think, but Hunk seriously grew on me. - What are your ships? Firmly in the Klance camp. I also like the idea of Shiro and Allura. - Do you have any really specific headcanons or AUs you like to think about? Like I said, I’m about two seasons  behind, but I have it in my head that after everything, everyone goes back to earth except Keith. Keith plays peacekeeper for a while and when he goes home, he has nowhere to go. And Shiro, who has absolutely definitely been given a hefty pension and lives in a little house on a lake with dogs and a boat, lets Keith stay there. And Hunk gets a food truck. - Any theories that were thoroughly Jossed later on? I don’t think so - Anything you wish was handled differently in the story? The personnel switch! Lance belongs with blue and it makes me upset! (I know that’s how it is in the original, but it doesn’t sit with me).  - Misc unpopular opinions or gripes about the fandom? No real gripes except I really don’t like Keith/Shiro (despite the fact that the people who draw fanart for them are AWESOME) and there is NOT enough Klance content out there. - Favorite fic, if any? I fell into a fic hole a couple months ago and binge-read a bunch but I honestly don’t remember a whole lot.

undefinablechimera

Sailor Moon :3

- When did you first get into the thing? Are you still actively engaged in it? Got into it around 6 or 7 years old! Still actively engaged in that I recorded a whole entire podcast episode about it with a buddy of mine, and am patiently waiting for my computer to stop SUCKING so I can edit it. - Who jumped out to you as your first favorite character? Did they stay your favorite character? If not, who took up the mantle? Jupiter was my favorite as a kid--I tended to connect to the tomboys more. - What are your ships? Weirdly, apart from the obvious Haruka/Michiru, I don’t really have them. You could probably persuade me that Usagi and literally any of the inner senshi could start dating though. - Do you have any really specific headcanons or AUs you like to think about? It’s been a while since I thought about the show on more than just face value - Any theories that were thoroughly Jossed later on? When I was little and I didn’t really do the internet thing yet, I created my own Sailor Neptune. Only to have her appear a few years later, not at all how I imagined her, and I was legit mildly miffed about it. - Anything you wish was handled differently in the story? It’s been a while, but her main romance storyline probably. - Misc unpopular opinions or gripes about the fandom? The original Japanese is really really hard to watch. Usagi is so shrill it kind of hurts my ears. - Favorite fic, if any? YO hit me up with that good good sailor moon fanfiction! I haven’t read any since the shitty early 2000s self-insert nonsense on geocities fansites that I would read.