[Terror’s shit so far (i’ve been leveling him up alongside Toasté despite not having used him yet but its like, in case I need to switch out or something]
Terror Bloodraven, Rogue Barbarian (Path of the Berserker) Tiefling
Chaotic Evil (obvs)
Comes with- Darkvision, Fire resistence (he still doesn’t like it), Thaumaturgy, Infernal language
Traits:
Barbarian- Prof- Intimidation & athletics, Rage, unarmored defense, reckless attack, danger sense, frenzy, faster movement while not wearing armor, Mindless Rage
Rogue- Prof- performance, Expertise in deception & intimidation (he’s just got a lot of intimidation going for him man), sneak attack (if he ever feels like it), Thieve’s Cant
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/2
Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings (Yet)
Relationships: Shaun Gilmore/Caleb Widogast, Past Astrid/Caleb/Eodwulf - Relationship
Characters: Caleb Widogast, Shaun Gilmore
Additional Tags: Rated mature for Caleb's Backstory and his thoughts mostly, Caleb never meets the M9 AU, Self-Indulgent Meet-Cute, Vague Nightmares, Spellcasting as Craft, POV Caleb Widogast, Caleb Widogast is a Mess
Summary:
That piteous look on the merchant’s face didn’t slip, although he still seemed friendly. Caleb was holding his breath.
“You are certainly leaving no leaf unturned, friend,” he said and seemed to think it over. Caleb laughed weakly.
“I will not leave without this thread,” Caleb pressed out, “unless you physically remove me from your establishment, I suppose.”
“Your single-mindedness is quite charming, but I have to decline your offer.”
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Curi: Okay. What if Caleb never met Nott bc. He decided to skip the continent altogether and went to Emon. And malnourished and in survival mode found Gilmore's shop. And NEEDS a silver thread. And he is ready to do ANYTHING.
Somehow managed to restrain myself this year, and not buy everything in sight during Black Friday shopping 😂 Still, I got three new pairs of jeans, a few cool nerd shirts, and some shiny accessories 😍 Long live the consumer!!
I found my...uh attempts from glass etching Thought I would just share whatever the hell it is I do sometimes *shrugs* maybe I'll pick this my work back up with these (SFW on NSFW blog)
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I’ve come to the realization that I spend far too much time on making simple things like this
Hey guys! Here is what I plan to work on for the next year! I messed around with some patterns and estimated prices over the past few weeks, and I believe I have a good idea of what I want to do.
“Working on First” section is basically what outfits I want to work on first. This doesn’t mean all of them will be done at the same time, but that I’ll prioritize them over others. The “Maybe/Ehh??” section are things I’m still uncertain on due to either groups not being fully formulated, old projects I’m not sure if I want to revive, wonky proportions (looking at you Mipha), or cosplays I’m not into anymore. Below are my plans and what else I’m going to do.
For the “Working on First” section, I have (top left to bottom right):
These were all chosen for a number of different reasons, mainly because I wanted to challenge myself in different fields I consider myself weak in (i.e. wigs and armor making).
For the “Maybe/Ehh??” section, I have (top left to bottom right):
- Lapis (Steven Universe), Raven (Noflutter design), Plusle (cowslip gijinka), Mismangus (cowslip gijinka), Tenticruel (cowslip gijinka), Vespiquen (cowslip gijinka), Mipha (Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild), Scorpio Armor (Me).
I’ll see how these unfold as stuff progresses. I’m probably going to work on Cherrim, Leia, Tulip, and Ballroom Boss first, but this will depend heavily on progress with my Research paper (potentially publishing :0) and grad school stuff.
In other news, tonight I want to overhaul my layout and post pictures to my facebook and instagram so I can finally show those off. Yay progress~!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/4
Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Shaun Gilmore/Caleb Widogast, Past Astrid/Caleb/Eodwulf - Relationship
Characters: Caleb Widogast, Shaun Gilmore
Additional Tags: Rated mature for Caleb's Backstory and his thoughts mostly, Caleb never meets the M9 AU, Self-Indulgent, Vague Nightmares, Spellcasting as Craft, POV Caleb Widogast, Caleb Widogast is a Mess, Fleeing to Emon, Haggling like your life depends on it, Passing mentions of prostitution I guess, Gift Giving, Confrontation, Trust Issues, Implied Past Abuse, Drunk Planning, Hint: It doesn't get far
Excerpt for Chapter 2:
Caleb was lost.
Not physically, he knew exactly where he was in relation to the port he had arrived at. No, he didn’t know what to do about Gilmore. He didn’t know what it would even mean to do something about Gilmore. Or the man he presumed was Gilmore.
He had given him four conditions. Well, three if he boiled them down. He had asked him to ensure his own safety. To demonstrate that he was able to. And to “come back tomorrow”.
That you come back tomorrow to see me.
That last part stressed him out the most. His mind was running in circles, coming up with all the things “seeing” him could escalate to. He jumped between scenarios his mentor had drilled into him to the point of fluency. And worse, after several months as a constantly starving fugitive, his imagination spun them into bone-shaking, ruthlessly chilling nightmares. So he clung to memories.
He remembered how the wooden counter had felt under his fingers as he had tested the components. He remembered the feeling of magic clawing under his skin with the unfinished spell, the way he was still raw inside. How the residual energy still clung to his bones in the space between marrow and flesh. The way the merchant’s pity had morphed into unguarded curiosity. His stomach dropped in a very unpleasant way.
That was the hope he held onto: that the man’s curiosity was focused on his skill, not his ability to hold spells past the point of pain.
