#rqg vesseek

[franzis-frantic-thoughts]

[areyouokaypanda]

Back at it again with the goblin life partners.

[angryducktimemachine]

Part One of HANDS! SO MANY HANDS. I asked for characters hands to draw on Instagram and here's the Fanart page.

[ID: a digital, fully colored page of different characters hands. They all have the characters names written next to them.

Sasha Racketts hands are pale and her left one is in a glove while her right hand is missing two of her fingers. She's holding a dagger with her left hand.

Martin Blackwoods hands are pale with freckles on them. He's holding a knife in his left hand.

Vesseek and Grizzop are holding hands. Vesseeks skin is a dark green with darker fur and pink nails. Grizzops skin is grey and his nails are black. Both their nails are sharp.

Jon Sims hands have brown skin and a large burn scar on the right hand. He's wearing an ace ring and is gently holding his right hand in his left. There are a few smaller worm related scars and a bandaid.

Zolfs hand is tan with a bit of white hair on the back of it. He's wearing an ace ring and black nail polish. His hand is resting next to Wildes, which is lighter than Zolfs. Wilde is wearing an aro ring.

Arthur Lester's hands are pale and his right pinky is wooden with dark veins leading down over the back of his hand. The cuff of his sleeve is blood stained. His right hand is gently touching the palm of his left.

The background is a plain beige. /End ID]

[crayonturtle]

reached the point of my relisten where vesseek is introduced and i just. g. gob. gobbo.

[makesometime]

Could I get 31 for the kiss meme? Maybe with Vesseek/Wilde or Vesseek/Zolf? Your pick!

Anything for you <3<3

31. A kiss… after a small rejection.

They’ve been staying with Oscar in London for a couple of weeks now. The clutch are making their way across Europe to help with rebuilding where they can, and Vesseek could go join them but…

There’s safety in the familiarity here. Oscar knew Grizzop. He’s one of the few left now that did. That connection means something.

(It means they end up in his bed more often than not.)

Vesseek walks through the halls of his flat (suspiciously wide) and into his kitchen (with strangely low counters) and feela the weight of a presence on their shoulders that they don’t understand. It’s not Grizzop, they know what Grizzop feels like.

It’s different. It’s heavy.

And it’s not just them that it’s weighing down.

They fix themself a meal and put some leftovers in the icebox for if Oscar decides to eat today (they tried to feed him once and he looked at them like they’d punched him, so they’ve not actively tried since). It’s probably a good day to get out of the house and find somewhere to help - Azu offered a role for them at the temple that sounded nice enough.

But... they should stop by Oscar’s office before they go anywhere. He’s not slept. Maybe they can tempt him to bed for another reason and leave once he passes out…

“Ah, Vesseek.”

Oscar's adept at pretending. Grizzop had told them as much in one of the few letters he sent back before everything went so very very wrong. But they’re starting to learn how to see beneath the mask.

“Oscar. You busy?”

He smiles, rests his chin on his upturned palm. “I am. Always.”

“Don’t suppose I can tempt you away?”

It’s the eyes. The face? That doesn’t change. But Oscar’s eyes, they reflect his entire soul, now. Vesseek wonders if he knows. They won’t tell him. They suspect whatever (whoever) caused that to happen wouldn’t be happy if they came back and found it undone.

“I, uh…”

They watch as he takes a letter from on top of his pile of work and folds it, swiftly tucking it into a torn-open envelope. 

“I don’t think so.” He says, as soft as anything. “Not today.”

They move across to him, skirting around his big desk and standing at his side. Without speaking, they put their hand on his and squeeze. 

“I’m—.”

“It’s okay.” They say. “Honestly,  don’t mind. Plenty to do.”

They submit to him raking his attention over their face, trying to tell if they’re lying to him. Apparently satisfied, he nods and then leans down, Vesseek smiling and lifting their chin.

The kiss is sweet, so they nip at his lip when he pulls back. It works - Oscar chuckles, a warm sound that makes them feel a little better about walking out of the front door and leaving him to his problems. 

“I’ll see you later, though?”

Oscar nods. “Oh I’ll be here. If nothing else is certain, darling, that much is.”

[loverboybrightsideghost]

okay remaking this! since i'm not sure if it was ever canonically confirmed the "exact" (eh) nature of their relationship:

[kd-heart]

I saw a picture of two squirrels kissing and they looked so much like goblins, I had to draw Grizzop and Vesseek like that.

[yamikakyuu]

My gift to @koscheyyy for CTLmas, Gob Fam fun.

[cosmictap]

I did not give Vesseek nearly as much attention as they deserved through my first listen oh my god i love them so much

[emwoman25]

Hey friends!

Here is my story for this year's RQ Big Bang! Please enjoy my silly magic shenanigan's with everyone's favorite goblin.

Thanks to @pilesofnonsense for hosting this event and the talented @phenomenice for making so much amazing art for this story.

[ducessaeva]

apparently I’m on a post battle hug theme lately..

[areyouokaypanda]

Impending zoomies...

[angryducktimemachine]

The great podcast character hugging of 2022.

[ID: a digital, fully coloured page of different podcast characters hugging each other.

Rudyard from Wooden Overcoats is hugging his sister, who looks unhappy about it, while Madeleine, a mouse, is standing on Rudyards arm.

Azu from RQG is picking up Hamid, wrapping his arms around him and pressing a kiss to his head.

Yaretzi from Hello from the Hallowoods is throwing her arms around Polly who returns the hug with a smile.

Diggory from Hello from the Hallowoods is standing with a smile as Percy is wrapping his arms around their shoulder's from behind.

Sasha from RQG is giving Eren Fairhands a quick hug as she's smiling.

Magnus from The Adventure Zone is picking up a crying Lucretia slightly and holds her.

Grizzop from RQG is hugging Vesseek tightly. Both are smiling.

The background is a plain beige with the artists signature "ÄngryDuckTimeMachine" set in white at the top. /End ID]

[franzis-frantic-thoughts]

To celebrate the one year anniversary of Rusty Quill Gaming coming to its grand finale with episode 218, I am once again sharing the links to the fics I’ve written for RQ this year.

Next, I'd like to reshare Ich spreche kein Deutsch (maar praat alsjeblieft door), co-written with the fantastic @guinevere01.

This multilingual fic was written as a gift for the Creating the Line Discord Server, which has brought us enormous joy over the last few months and is our interpretation of Grizzop and Vesseek's first meeting in Berlin.

Strap in for misunderstandings, cross-cultural puns, and blushing goblins.

It also comes as a podfic!

[makesometime]

16 or 42 for RQG? Any ship you like, you've got good taste :D

I couldn't decide on a ship so I chose: all of them :3

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“Are you going to get out of bed today?”

The question isn't directed at anyone in particular, but it's Vesseek whose head pops out from under the covers in response.

“No.”

Grizzop huffs as they disappear once more, rolling his eyes when a faint ripple of twin laughter reaches his ears. He'd've thought the scent of bacon on the air would be enough to tempt but...

“Alright, suit yourselves.”

There's a ruffle of material and then Wilde's head appears, his expression just as mischievous as Vesseek's. “You could join us you know. Tuesdays are for staying in bed now.”

He frowns. His hands settle on his hips even though they've all teased him enough for it being his default stance. “What.”

“It's a new law.” Vesseek says, reaching out a hand for him. “Look it up.”

It's the sort of bullshit that only the two of them would pull, and precisely the kind of bullshit that he sees right through immediately. But... well.

He can't be blamed for the fact that it sounds nice can he?

Zolf chooses that moment to wander through with four mugs of tea, nudging Grizzop where he still lingers in the doorway. “Can't break the law, can ya? With your oath an' all?”

Grizzop hesitates, but it's a token gesture. They all know that they've already won.

He drops his bow and tugs off his jacket to the sound of twin cheers from the bed and Zolf's rich laughter. He barely has time to get his boots off before he's tugged back between Wilde and Vesseek, a place it had been hard enough to leave once today.

“You're telling Eva why I didn't turn up today.” He says, as Vesseek takes his face and presses a gentle, tea-warmed kiss to his lips.

“She'll understand.” Vesseek assures him. “It's the law, after all.”