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Halsin cleared his throat, shuffling the slightest bit closer to her. She stayed where she was, but marked his movement. “Do you remember anything else about that man you mentioned?”
Tav thought about it for a second. Something curious flashed across her face, but he couldn’t name it. “I—I just remember a gold hand."
Dragonborn, maybe? He didn’t voice the theory obviously.
But what he said next surprised him enough that his mouth dried instantly.
“Would you like to kiss me?”
Tav’s eyes widened. “I don’t know how.”
“I can teach you.”
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She aided everyone, himself included, and he hated how useless he felt. But if he were to simply open his eyes, he would see that she too was losing her mind.
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11 Apr 2026
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Ludinus and Essek are two characters with a remarkable amount of parallels. Putting them in a room together has disastrous results.
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14 Feb 2026
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holy shit. holy shit dude. oh my gods. read this fic please it is so so so good.
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The spell Disintegrate begins with an incantation, and a somatic, and a pinch of dust. It ends with a pointed finger and magic green like bile, and the realization that everything you thought you might have fixed already in some parallel time is dead and always has been. It would have worked, Caleb had said, and he’d been right.
Adeen Tasithar was a good man.
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26 Nov 2025
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On the Edge of Where the World Drops by J (jaywright)
Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)
28 Oct 2024
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"I want to take my time with you."
"Then take it," Dorian said. "This is the time we have."Bookmarked by EverlongCenturies
03 Aug 2025
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Through their months traveling together, Dorian and Orym had shared rooms, beds before; usually with others piled in too, in various configurations of human and faun and dwarf and genasi and halfling. Though never pressed quite so closely together, the sensation of drifting to sleep to the rhythm of Orym’s breath was familiar to Dorian; it had long been a ritual of his, before he even knew why, and he had always found it peaceful, comforting.
Waking to the feeling of a warm, firm body pressed from chest to hip, hot breath against his bare chest was less so.
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03 Aug 2025