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khalliys · 11 months

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Beauyasha-Week 2023: Day 1 - Dance

#BeauyashaWeek2023 #can you spot what I've been playing of course you can #critical role #crit role #critical role fanart #yasha nydoorin #beauregard lionett #cr yasha #cr beau #beauyasha #cracklepop #cr #cr2 #cr campaign 2 #the mighty nein #art #beauyashaweek #khalliys

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stardustinjune · 11 months

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For Beauyasha Week Day 3 I went ahead and redid my Pysche and Eros drawing from last year!

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allenthelost · 11 months

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Day 2: "Where you go I go"

Another quick one! Wanted to draw them in their most recent official art so here we are!

#art #critical role #critical role fanart #beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin #beauyasha #beauyashaweek2023 #allenthelost

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her-biness · 11 months

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I go where you go

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pompouspyro · 11 months

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i love them sm. i would let them steal my riches and my heart ngl 🫶

Beauyasha Week 2023: Day 6 (Pirate AU)

#critical role #cr #crit role #cr fanart #critical role fanart #mighty nein #m9 #beau lionett #beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin #beauyasha #beauyashaweek2023 #my art

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e-johnsen · 11 months

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@criticalrole

My first time participating in BeauYasha Week - Day 1 - Dance.

Stayed up too late throwing this together.

#beauyashaweek2023 #Beauyasha #beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin #critical role #critical role art #critical role c2 #critical role campaign 2 #mighty nein #yearning #cracklepop #marisha ray #ashley johnson #laura bailey #jester lavorre

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beauyasha-week · 1 year

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Bidet, everyone! 👋 We’re happy to announce that Beauyasha Week 2023 will be from the 22nd to the 28th of May.🥳

“What is Beauyasha Week?” Beauyasha Week is a annual fanweek. It’s a fan-run event that provides inspiration for fans to create dedicated fanwork for the pairing Beauregard Lionett and Yasha Nydoorin.

For one week, daily prompts are given. Participants are encouraged to post on the day that corresponds with the prompt of their fanwork. You can create animation, art, cosplay, edits, fics, headcanons, memes, mix-media, playlists, etc. To submit your work, simply post it with the tag #BeauyashaWeek2023, and we will share it.⚡👊

We need your help on deciding what the daily prompts will be. Cast your vote HERE. Select the prompts that interest you.

Vote closes 30th of March at 7:00 PM PST. The Daily Prompts will be announced on the 31st.

#beauyasha #beauyashaweek2023 #beauyasha week #vote #critical role #beau x yasha #beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin #critical role campaign 2

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poisonghoulart · 11 months

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Day 5: Flowers

#beauyashaweek2023 #beauyasha #beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin #critical role fanart

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lyricalporcupine · 11 months

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Day 4: Sentinel Babes | Library Story beneath the cut, and also HERE!

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“Don’t let Yudala catch you doing that,” Yasha said, watching as her girlfriend strained to reach for a book from the shelf. Beau was up high, at least 30 feet, and even though the ladder was on wheels and could be moved, Beau had resolved to just try and reach it from where she was. “They’ll flip out if they find your boot treads on the shelf again.”

“Yudala can bite me,” Beau said, her voice straining as she tried to reach the book she needed.

Yasha watched with a fond smile as her girlfriend did exactly as she warned her not to: she braced her foot on the shelf. She saw the wood bend, ever so slightly, under Beau’s weight. “Careful, baby.”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Beau said, her fingertips just brushing the spine of the book. She groaned then dropped her gaze to Yasha who stood below her. “You don’t have to keep your arm above your head ya know.”

Yasha’s smile grew. “I’m fine, baby,” Yasha reassured her. She held an open book in her right hand, eyes poring over the pages (when she wasn’t looking up at Beau). In her left hand she held several books that Beau had already picked out, held aloft so Beau didn’t have to climb all the way down to place them on a table before going back for another. “I have a good Constitution, remember?”

Beau chuckled and went back to her task. “Yeah, I know.”

“Expositor Lionett!”

“FUCK!” Startled, Beau lost her footing and tumbled off the ladder and watched as the marble floor sped towards her.

There was a sharp clap and instead of hitting the cold floor, she found herself cradled in Yasha’s right arm. Her girlfriend had dropped the book she’d been reading to catch and she felt herself blush when she realized Yasha was still holding the stack of books above her head.

“I need to remember we are in public,” Beau muttered under her breath, her face scorching at Yasha’s display of strength. Then her head whipped around as she saw Yudala approach them. “High Curator! How lovely-“

“Stop,” Yudala said, raising their hand to halt Beau’s greeting. “What have I said about climbing the shelves?”

“I wasn’t climbing them,” Beau protested as Yasha gently placed her on the ground. “I was just—“

“Standing on the shelf,” Yudala chimed in. With a sigh, they shook their head. “You are not a child anymore, Beauregard. Please stop using the stacks as a jungle gym.”

Beau, properly chastised, nodded her head. “Of course, High Curator. I apologize.”

“Apology accepted,” Yudala replied. “Be sure to place the books back in their proper place when you’re finished.” Then they continued on further into the library, stopping to speak with a few of the other monks.

Beau turned to Yasha. “You could have warned me, ya know,” she growled but there was no real heat to her words.

“I tried,” Yasha said with a smile. She lowered her left arm and held the books out for Beau to take.

“Thanks,” Beau said flatly. Then she looked around to be sure they were mostly alone before dropping her voice. “Can we go home?”

Yasha tilted her head. “Why? I thought you had research to do?”

“I do,” Beau agreed. “But. Um. I need to take care of something first.” She looked around then pressed up against Yasha. She raised up on her tiptoes to whisper into her ear, “Actually, you need to take care of something.” She placed a kiss at Yasha’s pointed ear and pulled away to see her girlfriend’s eyes had darkened.

Then Yasha had hold of her hand, tugging her out of the library. Beau couldn’t help but smirk and blush as she realized Yasha was still carrying the books above her head.

#beauyashaweek2023 #beauyasha #beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin #lyricalporcupine

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beauregardlionett · 11 months

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A/N: i haven’t been able to partake in BYweek because of grad school commitments, but obviously i couldn’t miss the flowers prompt because it’s my personal favorite so here’s a really quick bout of nonsense for my favorite lesbians <3 spoiler warning for c3 by the way!!

It had been days, going on weeks, since Yasha and Essek had put two and two together. Caleb and Beau were in trouble. And now, because of whatever was going on with the red moon, they were unable to communicate with them.

At first, Yasha had marched her way into the Cobalt Soul and demanded they have some sort of solution for her. Find a way to send Yasha to where Beau was - she would bring her wife back on her own. Or, at the very least, lend her a horse so she could make it to the ports and find a ship.

All her work yielded nothing. Yasha wasn’t always great at thinking on her feet when the enemy was not right in front of her. Her instincts were better suited for analysis in battle - this part was Beau’s wheelhouse. Which was why Yasha was left floundering and uncertain. She and Beau made a good team, and now Yasha was fighting on her own for the first time in years.

She hated it.

Essek came ‘round to check in every few days - to update her and see if she had updates in return. He was putting most of his focus into research, attempting to figure out if there was anything he could learn from afar that might be even the slightest bit helpful. As the days past, he looked more haggard and less hopeful. Yasha invited him to have dinner with her now, instead of allowing him to trudge off on his own. Misery and company and all that.

Weeks of nothing found Yasha was sitting among her garden, resigned to the knowledge that she could not get to the other side of the world in time to find Beau. The monks had explained that even if she did get there in a timely fashion, Beau would not remain stagnant. It would only result in a hope-killing wild goose chase (as they had put it). Yasha had reluctantly seen their point and decided that she could at least be here, just in case.

(She appreciate their faith in Beau, their faith that she was alive and moving.)

Beau always came back. She always found her way home. Yasha would be here when she did.

Wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her gloved hand, Yasha sighed and brushed her thumb over the blue roses that had started blooming a few days ago. They had been a wedding gift from Jester, a tongue in cheek sort of house-warming present. Yasha cared for this rose bush meticulously. The space between her ribs ached as she thought of Beau’s eyes, those stunning irises she loved so much.

Yasha was spared from the battle against her tears by the sound of the garden gate creaking. She had invited Martina over for a brief lunch, tired of the echoing emptiness of their home. Martina was a little early, but it was fine by Yasha - she could help prepare the food.

Shoving to her feet, Yasha tugged her dirt spattered gloves off and turned to the gate, trying to look pleasant for her neighbor. She looked up at her guest, and the gardening gloves slipped from her suddenly lax, numb fingers.

“Honey,” Beau grinned, her lips dry and cracked. She held up a slightly wilted bundle of exotic looking flowers in one bruised, battered hand toward Yasha. Beau leaned heavily against the gate for support, but she was standing there - alive, bruised, breathing, and-- “I’m home.”

#my writing #writing #beauregard lionett #yasha #beauyasha #beauyashaweek2023 #cr #critical role #flowers

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changeling-rogue · 11 months

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Happy Beauyasha week! I love them so much 🖤💙

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romeoandjulietyouwish · 11 months

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dancing in the moonlight (beauyasha week day 1)

Prompt: Dance + Moon @beauyasha-week This week will be a continuation of my series from last year which you can find here! Read on ao3!

Crickets chirp softly from the garden and owls hoot from the tree line, providing a comforting noise to background the laughter of Imdrin and Cricket.

It’s a warm summer night, humid enough to make Yasha’s hair frizzy, but not enough to be uncomfortable. She and Beau sit on the back steps of their house, watching Imdrin and Cricket where they kneel in the grass and play. Their laughter rings out loudly, despite neither of their parents knowing what the hell they're on about.

Though Imdrin is a fair bit older than Cricket, it doesn’t stop him from adoring her and vice versa. The first few days after her arrived, Cricket followed Imdrin around with wide eyes, asking him nearly ceaseless questions. Apparently her utter adoration with him rubbed off as it took only a few weeks for him to get comfortable in the house.

He hasn’t quite been able to call her his little sister yet, but Beau and Yasha are sure it’s going to happen any day now. Cricket has been calling him her big brother since he came home.

Beau hums softly as she leans her head on Yasha’s shoulder, “Look at them, Yasha.” She nods with her glass of moderately spiked iced tea. Yasha looks up to see Cricket and Imdrin now running around the yard, massive smiles on both of their faces as they chase each other.

Imdrin has become a bright star in their lives. He is intelligent and shy and in many ways, far much more like Yasha than any of them were expecting. He's a very thoughtful boy, contrasting his incredibly energetic little sister.

Above them, Catha shines down brightly, giving everything a soft silver glow. Beau bumps her knee into Yasha’s before she takes her hand.

Beau’s had a hard week at the Soul, working overtime nearly every night as she and Caleb are working to investigate Ludinus Daleth and a few other members of the Assembly.

A quiet night at home with a home cooked meal and watching their kids play is exactly what she needed. Especially these kids, two children who came from awful places now laughing and smiling and happy.

Sometimes her research makes her think that there is nothing good in this world. These kids are proof there is.

“Mom!” Cricket chirps, getting both of their attention. She and Imdrin are kneeling in the grass side by side. “Drin is going to do magic! Come see!”

The two women chuckle, but get up off the stairs and walk over towards the kids. For the past few weeks, Imdrin’s innate magic has started to appear, though he hasn’t quite gotten control of it yet or managed to produce much of everything. Still, Cricket is full of excitement every time he attempts it.

Yasha kneels down beside Imdrin in the grass, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder, “You can do it.”

He takes a deep breath and nods, opening up his hands. In it, there’s a very small globule of white light. It seems to take all his concentration to maintain it as his hands start to shake. After only a few seconds, the light sputters out with a soft pop. Imdrin looks at Beau and Yasha for their reaction, clearly nervous.

Beau grins, “You’re doing so well, Drin." She traps his head with her hand and kisses his temple. "Even better than yesterday.”

“Really?” His eyes grow big with hope.

Yasha nods sagely, “Really. In fact, that much progress deserves a treat, what do you say?”

Imdrin’s face lights up. It wasn’t hard for Beau and Yasha to figure out Imdrin’s ticks. He grew up in an orphanage with nothing to his name, no family, and being told he was worthless. So they do the exact opposite, rewarding him when he does well, constantly reminding him of his worth. “Will you play the harp?”

Yasha smiles, “That’s what you want?”

Imdrin nods shyly. Yasha ruffles his hair, “I’ll be right back then.”

Yasha’s harp has found much use since the kids, they love to listen to it, to dance, or to let it lull them to sleep. So her harp is placed in the living room with pride, easy to grab when one of them asks her to play. The wood has started to become worn, the strings having been replaced twice now.

Yasha returns outside to find Beau sitting in the grass with the kids, talking softly but gesturing wildly as she tells them what is surely a highly exaggerated story of their adventuring days. Yasha smiles fondly as she sits down on the steps and starts playing a soft song.

Immediately Imdrin’s face lights up, Beau’s tale completely forgotten.

He absolutely adores hearing her play and hearing her sing lullabies to him and Cricket. Yasha assumes it’s because he wasn’t exposed to much music at the orphanage so she and Beau have tried to bring as much of it as they can into his life. Little does he know there’s a harp of his own hiding in Beau’s closet, waiting for his birthday.

“Mama, dance with me,” Cricket demands, jumping to her feet and standing in front of Beau.

Beau chuckles, “If the princess demands. Want to join, Imdrin?"

The boy shakes his head, just watching Yasha’s fingers move against the strings with wide eyes. Cricket pulls Beau up and stands on her feet as Beau begins to dance in slow circles with their daughter.

Yasha can’t help but lose focus on the music, letting herself rely on muscle memory. She watches Beau and Cricket, their smiles and dirty feet on the grass as they dance under the moon. Their daughter’s tusks just poke over her lip now, making her smile even sweeter.

And she watches Imdrin and his peaceful face, inching closer and closer to the source of the music. She shifts over so he can sit on the steps beside her and watch her fingers. She smiles a little and softly starts telling him what note she’s playing, voicing the rhythm.

As the melody repeats, Imdrin starts to repeat with her, slowly but surely memorizing the notes.

Cricket laughs loudly as Beau lifts her above her head in a spin before setting her right back onto her feet as they keep dancing.

It’s incredible, Yasha thinks. This little family they created of lost people, needing a home and somehow they all found each other. A miracle if you believe in them, happenstance if you don’t. Yasha isn’t sure where she falls yet, but everyday it feels closer and closer to a miracle.

#beauyashaweek2023 #critical role #mighty nein #beauyasha

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stardustinjune · 11 months

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