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[genderlesssinner]

Oh my god why he on the table

Why would they put a jug of water on the table they're too chaotic for this 🤣

Not Sam screaming like an actual kid AND THE BINKI

Wait I just realised they're in their BH seats but it's ok cause their stuff is in VM spots okay okay

Oh boy oh boy here we go, back with the OG crew

(well. Most of them.)

Ep 113

It feels so wild for c3 to be in triple digits??

Aaa les goooo

I still can't believe Keg is hanging with Scanlan's old crew

Oh no okay cerkonos calm down

Grog makes shoes???? How have I missed that or are they fucking with Scanlan

Back to Vasselheim it is

Oh okay no he's actually doin it okay

Oohhhh Kikiiii 🥺 guyyys

Trinket!!! The old maaann he's missing teef 😭

"I'm going to end up in there, don't think I don't know that." oh boy

Okay okay Pike an Scanlan oooh Pikey has a buddy

Oh god I forgot they had kids

Meat man import and sexports I hate it

I love Grog so much

Oh god Pike, mood. Everything hurts no matter what

Oh god Robbie XD

TRAVIS CAN YOU DON'T

Dynasty reps being in Vasselheim is crazy still. The queen herself.

Percy does not want the rifle corps out in the world Vex love

I can't

Ooooh is that J'mon? I think it may be

Interesting seeing factions we don't really know much about

This is gonna be such a massive and chaotic battle

J'mon is one of my all time favorite NPCs yall, I love them so much

Ooohhhh the ladies from the Matron. Liev'tel!!!

HE DID. YESS I LOVE IT

Character art for her!! She's so pretty.

Ooo Cerkonos is shook by the lady

"We will get him back." oh I love her so much

What if Vax is just in a pokeball but like instead of just vibing it's painful or something (he's clearly not just chilling) but like maybe he can bamf out like Trinket with the necklace

Devosa that's the dragon name,, I can never remember that one

Oh shit the judicators too

Heirophant doing some cool shit just standing there, damn ok

She's doing some Inspiring Leader shit and buffing everyone isn't she

Ooh shit okay okay just casually summon celestials like that goddamn

Like anyone is gonna feel good following that up. Woof. You got this Keeks.

No pressure at all, Keyleth. Nope.

Hell yeah Vex.

Oh Keyleth. Never change girl.

Historical speech right there. Fuck shit up!

Yeah yeah yeah 20 temp hp hell yeah

Interesting so now we have 2 clerics and 2 druids I love it

Ah yes so we're going over the walls on the ships okay okay

Ohhhh the old maaann twinketttt Buddddyyyyyyyy you don't gotta protect mama anymore

Oh my god he dragged out the old cup ugh I'm glad he's not really drinking out of it

Hero's Feast fuck yeah

Oh god Cerkonos please take advice from him with a gain of salt

Grog fucken TANKIN with almost 300 hp hell yeah man

Essek! I mean Seth 😏

I love that half of them were like WHO is this. Yall. 😂

Is that. Is it Verin IT FUCKING IS HELL YEAH BABY

Hot boi #2 damn right Laura

I hope we get to see him fight oooh man. He also better fucking survive this though goddamn it

Yep there's the awkward baby brother, love him

IS HE FLIRTING WITH MY GIRL

You fucker

Goddamn it Matthew

Ah okay so we're caught up now interesting okay quicker than I expected

It's go time boys and girls

Here we go oh shit okay good job grogory hoof booties

He made hoof crocs oh my god

Yess this is why I love these two! Such a good friendship

Oh hell yeah Lieve, buff my girls up

XD oh my god Cerkonos maybe just.. Don't speak.

YEEE VM ON XANDIS' SHIP FUCK YEAH

I love them so much, crazy fucking tiefling

A short and bumpy ride

Like you (Percy to Scanlan)

I love that Liev'tel x Cerkonos is still Liam x Robbie

Is that Artagan parting the dust storm?

It has begin my friends

What in the fuck are these freaky flying fucks?

Yup it's on the ground Groggy that's you, get it

Oh fuck uh okay it took the horse

Damn Percy, 22 with disadvantage. Love it

Oh fuck yes I love me a grave cleric yaaasss

Grogory with the first HDYWTDT Nice Nice

Goddamn Travis

Heheh the Platinum Gaurdian got a snack

Oh fuck dispel missiles holy shit

Elementals to the rescue?

Bitches yall best help Verin and his crew come on

Thank the Everlight indeed boys

Get that horsey bardic inspo

Oof I do not envy those ground forces at all. Vidulches are awful

Come on Xandis you got this

Oh well okay that's not what I was expecting but okay

Alright now get your asses to the Key

Liev'tel doing the the step off into freefall is so good

That damned cannon

Cerkonos fucken going human torpedo over here aight

Okay okay that was fucking badass

Break time!

How we feeling?

I missed these fucking idiots so much

[zipzin]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ashton Greymoore & Imogen Temult Characters: Ashton Greymoore Additional Tags: Episode: c03e049 The Aurora Grows, Character Study, Angst Summary: Ashton thinking about the battle ahead, what they are, and Imogen Temult.

A/N: This is set nebulously in episode 49, though it could take place an earlier episode. It takes place before Laudna and Ashton talk together. I’ve rarely tried a character study like this, so it’s something a bit different than me and inspired by the line of “I kinda hate everyone here” and how Ashton clearly identifies with Laudna and her experiences, and how that would relate to his view on Imogen.

They take another sip of whatever liquor Xandis had on hand, or was it Eshteross? Denali? Whatever, it didn’t matter who brought it on the ship. It was there and now it’s theirs. After all, this is his airship now, well, his and the rest of the Hells.

He frowns and takes another sip, trying to dive into the numbness that comes with any bottle. They can’t see anyone on deck, but they're not exactly in a position that Orym would pick. No, they’re tucked away on the highest deck, staring at the glowing leylines, and trying to ignore the Hishari helmet that’s at his right.

It mocks them. They stare at it night after night, huddled by himself on the bow (or stern? what the fuck is ship terminology?) of this ship (what happens if they want to go their own ways? What if they tell them no? What if they won’t help him? Who gets it then? Does it even matter? They’re all probably going to die on this mission and the ship’s coming with them).

They wish that he could toss it over the edge, the helmet, this mission, the feeling in their chest, whatever the fuck that is, could fall down and disappear smashed against the earth below forgotten and useless and broken and gone.

They take a long drink.

Is there a spell that can let him talk to objects? He should ask F.C.G., figure out who wore it and what happened and what could possibly change someone’s skin from flesh to stone. What are they?

Except that he���s going on a suicide mission with a bunch of other fuck ups and it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t need answers, they don’t need anything. They just need to try and make sure they all don’t die. Especially Grass, since for some reason he thinks that dying on a ship as it crashes into Exandria is a good idea and he’s not going to let that happen. Not unless they take out Ludinus and Thull and, well, he’s not about to tell Imogen this, but her mom.

(Even then, they’re not going to let Grass die, fuck no, no one gets left behind. No matter what.)

They stare up at the moon, the red glow that will likely spell his doom. If he had never met Imogen would he be safe? Would they be fine, still working off Hexum’s debt, totally unaware that there is something catastrophic about to happen? Would that be better? Dying in ignorance to the fucked up ideas of a doomsday cult or dying trying to stop them?

Does it only matter based on the outcome?

They’re doing this for them, he’s doing it for Orym and Imogen and Laudna, they helped him, freed him from the shackle of a debt they didn’t think he’d ever get out from under, and they’re doing it because these people are bastards who don’t care who the fuck they kill.

But, they know, that really, they’re here because of Imogen. Sure, Orym finally figured out who killed his family and attacked his people, and they may not like the gods but a god eater sounds like a fucking terrible idea, but it’s Imogen who got them wrapped up in this. 

Who got Laudna killed.

They’d never said it outloud but he’s pretty sure she’s heard it anyway.

Stupid telepathy.

Except they’re all probably going to die, so none of this matters. And he’ll never know how they fucking came to be.

They wish it didn’t feel like there would be no time left.

They wish he didn’t fucking hate her and her moon powers and her smile and the soft way she grabs Laudna’s arm and tucks herself into her.

Out of all of them, he reckons they hates her the most.

He hates all of them, they’re smiles, and their childhoods (well except for Grass), their wonder, and their delight, and that they fucking believe things will work out. That things aren’t going to get catastrophically messed up. That they aren’t catastrophically messed up, that they have friends and people who love them, that they don’t know the loneliness of abandonment and fear and rage.

It scares them, scares him that he can burn with it. They hate all of them, but Imogen, fuck, they don’t know how to explain it.

He can’t utter a word to Laudna, she’d probably eat them alive. Ruin one of the first friendships they’ve made since he rescued Letters. They’re friends right?

They only let himself think about it like this. Alone. Usually half into a bottle, maybe when he’s aching in bed and can’t fucking sleep. They try so hard to keep it like that. To let that anger consume him, until their head is sparking and he just needs another drink. When they feel it deep into his bones (does he still have bones or is he just earth? He used to have bones, right? What the fuck? Why is this coming up now?) but sometimes, he can't help it.

When they’re yelling and his throat croaks and he has to pause to breathe and they see the stairs where she disappeared hours ago, he hates her.

There's terrible people.

And then there's him.

He doesn't know if Imogen knows (hears? Stupid fucking powers.) the desperate anger and rage that sits in their chest that never goes away, no matter what they’re using to chase the numbness he’s no longer allowed. Has she heard? The aching in their heart? Sometimes, he swears she looks at him with, well, they’re not sure.

Ever since they delved into his mind he can’t read her or Letters and he doesn’t know. Her eyes stare softly at him and she’s so careful in her distance, an understanding he wants to shatter but he can’t, because he needs it.

Fuck, she probably knows. 

He still doesn’t fucking understand how her powers work. They suppose it’s a mystery much like his own, but sometimes her eyes betray her. The lack of surprise on her face when someone says some shit. They all know she dips into their heads and he hates it. Hates that she could see things they don't want anyone else to.

They hate she could see the swirling void in his chest where they demand her attention, where it’s seeped in ache and pain and hate that will never leave and she feels it. Sometimes he hopes she knows. That she knows and still smiles at him. Still offers them help. Still allows herself to owe him something.

Still think he's worth the effort.

Gods, the whole thing with that stupid rock, he was ready to kill her himself if she didn't just talk to Laudna. And didn’t that prove everything he suspected about her?

(Except they did talk, eventually. They talked and he wasn’t sure he’d seen Laudna smile as wide as that and they saw some of the tension in Imogen’s shoulders leave, it’s never fully left, he hates that he knows that.)

Why did he let them delve? Why couldn’t it have just been Letters? Why did he let Imogen pull out and stare at them with soft, understanding eyes that pierced him better than any sword could? Were the answers worth it?

(They were, they know, they were.)

But fuck, it had to be her. Delving into his insecurities and his pain, his endless pain, his wants, his desires, his future (futures? Pasts? What the hell did they see?). The world is going to end and she must know. She can see the swirling void in his chest that wants her attention that hates her soul. The endless valley that cannot be filled because why would anyone try? They’re not worth it and never have been. She can dive deep down and see it, she has, right?

That he hates her for it?

It’s not her fault, he fucking knows that, she didn’t blast the world (him, his family, his flesh) apart, but fuck, she might? Is it okay if he hates her for that possibility? That he wants her to look? To see? To understand? To tell him it’s okay? That she will stand beside him anyway?

No, no, they shake their head, no. There are questions that they can’t ask, because the answers would hurt more than the buzzing in his head and ache of their arm and weariness in his stone.

Would she have come with him? 

If the Nobodies went South and stumbled across Gelvaan, would she have joined them? Left the place that was sucking the life out of her? Would she have looked at him like they were the only peace she ever knew? Would she offer her life for his? Would she love him? Would she give everything up to follow them? To protect him? If he’d been there first, would she have seen the monster of a man and said, fuck yes, I’ll protect you. 

Would she have abandoned him like the rest?

(Would she have ever let him get into that situation in the first place? Would she have stopped him from opening the crate? From taking the job? From falling? Could she have?)

Would Imogen ever smile at him like they were her whole world?

Would she have begged them to carry him?

(Would she have fallen apart if he'd been draped in yellow robes? Would she have cast calm emotions as many times as she could until she broke? Howling worse than they’d ever heard, a noise that haunts his nightmares no matter what they drink. Would she have laid next to his body each night in agony? Would she?)

She wouldn't, he knows, they don’t need to ask. Some things you just know. Their mind isn't music. They don't know what it is, but it's probably the sound of rocks crashing together, loud and angry like the heartbeat under his skin. It’s probably disjointed, sticky and meandering, a sinkhole that Letters and her almost couldn’t escape. It’s not beautiful, nothing about him is.

She never would have left Gelvaan, he reminds himself. They aren’t anyone's harbor, they aren’t a safe place in a storm. She never would have looked at him and thought, even for a second, beauty. Never would have looked at him and thought comfort. She never would have joined them.

So they need to stop being a fool.

They’ve watched her retreat upstairs or outside or away too many times. Seen the way she sometimes squinted at night, rubbed at her head, how Laudna (of course it was Laudna) would cradle her carefully (they can’t cradle anybody), and whisper and make sure she got to bed. 

The difference between her on the skyship and in Jrusar. In Yios. Bassarus. Though he can’t think about Bassarus right now, not the rage he felt over that stupid fight, the way it was both killing them, the pain, the swords, they couldn’t do anything. 

He couldn’t do anything.

How she looked at him had burned him, the grief and pain couldn’t even be matched in his own eyes. 

She knows though, she knows what it feels like to over extend and hurt. She shouldn’t. None of them should. This shouldn’t be anyone’s burden but his own. 

It had been so much easier before she went into their stupid fucking head. Before she knew. He’d hated it, hated that she could even have an idea of what that might mean. How’d she come out of their head and just nodded, and let him be. Why was that better than Letters? Why had they liked it so much more? Felt comfortable with her knowing glance and nothing besides that. How her hovering hadn’t felt stifling, not like Letters bounding around them.

Hated how he knew she knew.

Hated her.

Why did he let her delve? 

She’d felt his rage. His anger. She’d been in his head. He hated her. He hated her.

Why did she have to love Laudna?

He would have carried her anyway, no matter the pain in his arms at the soft brushes of Laudna’s body. But the demands of Imogen, the fire in her eyes, that if they refused her she’d level another city block.

Why did that hurt?

Why?

If he’d wandered through Gelvaan would she have picked them? Would she have thought his brain beautiful and not a mess? Would she have stayed beside them? Would she have cried each night besides their body while Milo tried to fix it?

He hates and hates and hates and-

There's moisture on their cheeks and he wants. 

They want it so fucking bad.

It would be easier if Imogen wasn't, well Imogen.

If she wasn't the only one beside him who knew what it meant to have existence simply be painful. Breathing hurt. If she hadn't seen them in every universe and told him they were amazing. If she wasn't so fucking kind. Well, he's not sure if kind is the right word, but if she wasn’t, if she couldn't look into the monstrous and see something to love. 

If she was scared of them. If she didn't have all of their backs. If she didn't try to prevent Letters from throwing himself away. If she didn't smile at them even with this murderous hate, swelling inside him, pushing out because he can't let himself, he can't let himself. 

He can’t want.

They take another drink, the alcohol not burning the certainty out of him.

She wouldn’t have gone with him.

[amiradaltroy]

Updated 2/13/18

BASICS

Full Name: Amira Martine Daltroy

Nickname(s): Mira, Marti, Martine, Martini ( i just thought this would be a cute quirky name for certain few to call her, maybe Sin, i don’t even know) Age: 23

Date of Birth: October 16th 1994 Place of Birth: Venice, Italy 

Previous Hometowns: France, Canada, Amsterdam, England 

Current Hometown: Dallas, Texas

Sexual Orientation: She’s mainly only had any kind of physical thing happen with a guy due to parties and her ex Ezmond. So Sin is so irresistible even these two can’t stay away lmao Nationality: Italian (Mother), French (Father)

Siblings: Three older siblings, two sisters (Floriana Astrid Daltroy, 25 years old and Antoinette “Toni” Mariella Daltroy, 29 ), and One Brother (Dario Remy Daltroy, 27 years old) 

Father: Reimund Gerard Daltroy 

Mother: Ofelia Fior (Moretti is her maiden name) Daltroy 

Some facts and stuff about Amira’s life: 

Her current job is being a bartender, she’s been one for about two years 

She’s trying to major in Psychology and minor in journalism  

Amira’s parents met because her father decided to travel and he only made it to Italy before he met Ofelia and fell in love and all the jazz but they made up for it by deciding to travel together before, during, and after Ofelia’s pregnancies. 

He also has a cute nickname for her, Fefe. They named the oldest daughter Floriana because it means flower and so does Fior) 

One of the many places Amira’s family moved to was Canada for some time and that’s where she met her boo Gianna and Sin 

Both of her parents are totally accepting of Amira’s sexuality and weren’t surprised

Amira’s kindhearted but also outspoken and strong headed, and also cusses a lot (she pretty similar to Demi’s personality lol)