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The odds of success versus failure seem irreversibly weighted towards the latter by this point, the Agent of Change proving far too competent. The only thing Prometheus can do to attempt to shift the odds is open up new branches to the future until he finds one that leads to a better world.
Welcoming the unexpected is but one step in the right direction.
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if we go down, then we go down together (preferably on each other) by kinkymjolnir
Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)
21 Jan 2024
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Ashton is terrified.
They think maybe for once they can do something good. Maybe they can protect her. Maybe they can make her stay back, away from the moon, the battle, the likely death of their entire group. Maybe, if they break her enough, she will stay behind and live.
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or: ashton lies through their teeth in an attempt to protect fearne from themself. fearne is taking none of this bullshit.Bookmarked by expealidocious
29 Aug 2025
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"Gods, I really want you to step on me," Ashton says.
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29 Aug 2025
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He may be doomed, but he doesn’t have to drag her into it. One day, and soon, she will succeed at her task.
And what then?
He is the Fates’ emissary, Doom Incarnate, the sword waiting to fall. What can he offer her once she returns to her true home?
Nothing.
The weight of his role is a chain around his neck dragging him down. He can’t train with Lady Hecate, he can’t change what he is…
And he can’t be what Melinoë deserves once all this is over.
Adrift without his duty, Moros grapples with the weight of Fate and the terrifying illusion of choice. Debating inevitability is a difficult thing, but whether he knows it or not, the denizens of the Crossroads will help him find his place.
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27 Feb 2025
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Astarion’s breath shook, cold against Lokeil’s neck. The scent of his perfume made Lokeil’s mouth water. Notes of bergamot and rosemary that should have been a balm against the anxiety that toiled in him, but only made the thing inside him hungrier. Lokeil wound a hand through Astarion’s hair, scraping his claws gently on his scalp as he pulled him closer.
For a moment, just a second, his hand tightened.
He’d make a pretty corpse. Body stiff, eyes cloudy, white curls dyed crimson with blood.
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THE Act 2 resist durge scene
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28 Jan 2025