#new outfit for Fjord maybe | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

elizabethemerald · 3 years

Text

Spring in Nicodranas

Jester leaned over the prow of the ship as the Nein Heroes slowly pulled into port. A bright smile was permanently pulling at her lips. Nicodranas in the spring was always a welcome sight to behold. With one hand still holding a line while the wind whipped her skirts around her ankles, she wove her hand through the air, pink sigils hanging in the air for the sending spell.

“Hey Caleb! It’s Jester, Fjord and I are back in Nicodranas for a few days. Could you pick up the others so we can watch momma sing?”

She felt like maybe she had gotten cut off there at some point but she wasn’t worried. Caleb knew what she meant. Sure enough only a few seconds later Caleb replied, a slight laugh in his voice.

“Ja, Jester, We will meet you at the Chateau. Could you message Beauregard to ensure she’s home and decent? I don’t want to interrupt anything.”

Jester nods to herself as she preps another sending spell. One of the biggest problems of being able to teleport directly into the living rooms of the their friends is it sometimes had fun consequences. Well Caleb would probably consider it awkward at least.

“Hi Beau! Caleb is coming by to pick you up, are you home? Are you naked? Oh! Are you and Yasha having super hot sex?”

“Hey Jessie, thanks for the warning. We’ll be dressed when Caleb gets here. Looking forward to seeing you again. Tell Fjord we’re working out tomorrow.”

She cackles to herself a little, Fjord is going to be so upset to have to work out again. He enjoyed their time at sea because he didn’t have do Beau’s super difficult work out routine. She had one last message to send, as her fingers danced through the air.

“Heya Veth!! We’re meeting at the Chateau today, momma is singing. Bring Yeza and Luc and we’ll all have fun together. Oh my gosh, I saw the craziest seagull yesterday!”

“Sure thing Jester. We wouldn’t miss it. I have to pick up Luc from daycare and we’ll be there. Also you got cut off there.”

Jester smiled to herself and was about to send another message when she realized the Nine Heroes was moving alongside the dock. She jumped to get her hands on the ropes. Getting a ship this large properly docked took a lot of work and needed all hands. Including hers.

When the ship was finally tied off and Orly had started to unload the cargo. Fjord pulled Jester aside, gently wiping her bangs out of her face. She was surprised to see he was wearing his fanciest captain’s outfit.

“Ah, Fjord! Look at you! Why are you dressing all fancy? We’re home, we can relax!”

“Well your mother is performing tonight. I feel silly showing up looking like a mess.” He said smoothly.

“Ooh, should I dress up too? We can make it a fancy date night!”

“That sounds like a great idea, you go get dressed, I’ll finish up here.” Fjord said.

Jester dashed off to their cabin. She only rarely got a chance to wear her fanciest dresses, so it would be nice to get super dressed up. It took her a few minutes to find which dress she wanted to wear and to make herself as dolled up as possible.

Soon enough she and Fjord were walking through the evening air of Nicodranas arm in arm. She had a wide smile on her face as they walked.

Waiting outside the doors of the Chateau were the rest of the Mighty Nein. Jester was surprised that they were all dressed just as fancy as her and Fjord. Caleb was wearing his Xhorhasian jacket and a suit. Yasha was wearing her crushed velvet black dress. Beau of course looked as stunning as her fists in her gray suit. Essek and Caduceus had also dressed for the occasion and to her surprise, Kingsley was there! He had his own ship now and she rarely saw him.

When the group stepped through the door they found Veth, Yeza and Luc sitting around a table. Jester cheered and hugged her friend, chattering happily with the Nein as they all settled down at the table. Food was ordered, drinks filled, and they all seemed ready for the performance to start.

Jester looked around, normally her momma’s performances completely filled the seats, but now there were only a few people sitting around. As she looked around closer there were other things that seemed off to her. Why were all of the Nein dressed in their fanciest? Fjord was sweating, why was he so nervous? Some of the conversation seemed stilted, like the others were waiting for something. Even Sprinkle was acting differently, relaxing on the table top, watching her and Fjord.

She was just about to ask about the strangeness when the music started up for her momma’s performance. Whatever was going on would have to wait until after. The other guests seemed to fade away as Marion stepped down the stairs, her voice already carrying through the air.

Marion’s performance was breath taking as it ever was. She sang a new song, about a sailor and a princess and the adventures they got up to as they fell in love. Jester sighed dreamily, as the song ramped up to a crescendo. Then just as the sailor was going to propose to the princess, Marion stopped singing, her arm outstretched towards the table the Nein sat at.

Jester looked around in confusion. The people in the crowd had all disappeared. And Caleb’s programmed illusion had changed to show scenes of the Mighty Nein in amber. Meeting up for the first time, saving each other, fighting side by side. Scene after scene of their adventures drifted through the air around her. Sprinkle sat and stared at her with twinkling eyes, a small barely visible green cloak wrapped around his shoulders.

Fjord stood up, straightened his jacket, then knelt down in front of her.

Her hands flew to face as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box.

“Jester Lavorre. I have loved you for so long. Would you do me the honor of making me the happiest man on land or sea. WIll you marry me?”

Jester gasped, tears sparkling in her eyes as she nodded as fast as she could. When Fjord stood up to put the ring that had been in the box on her finger, she wrapped her arms around his middle, lifting him up off his feet and spinning him around. She realized she was laughing and her smile was so wide her face was starting to hurt. She finally set him back down and let him slide the ring onto her finger.

The rest of the Mighty Nein immediately started clapping and cheering. The illusion around them changed to miniature fireworks. A few actual fire works may have gone off thanks to Beau. Jester kissed Fjord, holding him tight as around her, her family cheered. Soon the kiss evolved into a group hug as one by one the rest of the Nein piled around them clapping their backs.

Drinks were called for as they once again took their seats, Marion moving to join beside her daughter. Jester held Fjord’s hand for the rest of the night. Her heart felt full to the bursting. Love for Fjord. His love for her. Their love for their strange family. The love of the Mighty Nein for the two of them. Marion raised a toast to the pair.

“To the future stories you two will share. May you find yourself surrounded by this love at the end of each adventure.”

#jester lavorre #fjord critical role #fjorester #critical role #critical role spoilers #stories entwine evermore

163 notes · View notes

loquaciousquark · 3 years

Text

Talks Machina Highlights - Critical Role C2E125 (Feb. 16, 2021)

Goooood evening good evening good evening, all! I hope you’re all staying warm and safe and dry in this chilly weather. Tonight’s guests: Travis Willingham and Laura Bailey.

We open tonight with Travis ribbing Brian for his continuous remodel of his office space. Laura demands a second introduction of herself as she wasn’t paying attention during the first one.

Travis: “You’ve gotta love Julianne Moore. She’s the only actress who can cry and show you all her teeth at the same time.” I was listening pretty closely when he said this and I’m still not sure it had any context.

Jester thinks there’s a strong possibility at least half the party will die against the Tombtakers. Fjord doesn’t think the odds are quite that high, but it will be dangerous. Laura points out that most of the M9 are also willing to sacrifice themselves for the rest of the party, so that changes their odds as well. Travis: “The game is not a stress reliever. It is not a stress reliever. I mean, it’s fun as shit, but it is stressful!”

Laura thinks Essek will give them a better chance. Travis: “A plus-one? A powerful plus-one, but a plus-one?” Did you see his reaction when we gave him the lowdown? Let’s be real: we kinda trust Essek. I got $50 that when we come back, he’s gone.” Laura is convinced he is trustworthy & wants to lighten his soul.

Jester spent so much time trying to bring out the Molly side of Lucien that to have him then betray them sucked. She knew that trying to bring the good out of everyone they met would eventually fail, but it stung that it was the most powerful one they encountered to first betray them.

She tries to talk about finger gestures during the answer as a reference to the HBO show “Raised by Wolves,” and Brian and Travis tell her to keep digging this hole she gets herself into about fingering. Travis: “Just get off the interstate at the next exit and turn right.” Laura, of course, immediately mimes turning a hard left, and they spent the next few minutes laughing at her inability to tell right from left and that even now she still has to hold up her hands to tell left from right.

Fjord is furious that they nicked the Bag of Holding. The loss of Vess DeRogna is bad enough, but he is genuinely IRL anxious about the loss of the Cloven Crystal. Laura points out that Fjord has also explicitly talked to Lucien about the deep sea creature patron he used to follow as well. He’s terrified one of Lucien’s scimitars is suddenly going to have a big eye sticking out of it. Laura suggests they’ll just succeed, bring back the city, and wake up Uk’otoa for the heck of it.

It was really rough to go from the Gelidon fight to the Tombtaker fight, especially since the first fight sent so well. Travis felt great that he initiated the dragon fight - he knew they had a far advantage in the numbers and felt that it was an open and shut case.

Laura does boggle that if Caleb hadn’t asked for that item from the Bag of Holding, they might have slept all night before realizing it was gone. They’re both relieved that they now know so much more about how the Tombtakers fight, especially the anti-magic cone. The most anxiety-ridden part was when they were trying to run and the TTs weren’t letting them. “You know when you don’t even have squares, when Matt’s black-tableclothing it, you’re in deep shit.” Laura had no spells left - she was so worried if she dropped the polymorph she would have had nothing left.

Travis: “Thanks for healing me, babe.” Laura: “You’re welcome, baby. It was ultimately a waste, though, because we took a rest immediately and you could just spend your hit dice.” Everyone laughs at Travis’s pain. She does say it was worth it in the moment since they didn’t know if they would be able to get away.

They joke that Laura’s just wearing the Fire Resist ring on a chain around her neck/Sprinkle is wearing it now to keep it safe since she’s not attuned to it anymore. It’s pretty hilarious!

Travis hoped that the TTs were originally actively looking for more acolytes rather than just having Caleb & Beau read the book. Otis needs to die. He’s relieved they have an idea of what all their blood rites do. Laura thought the time with them was fun, but it makes her retroactively wish that she’d dropped Zoran in the lava when they had the chance. Travis wishes they’d put a chime on the door of the tower.

Laura loved the tarot card reading, since Taliesin sent her really detailed breakdowns of the cards & gave her a real deck for Christmas. Taliesin told her she did a great job afterwards which she really appreciated, since she’s not sure what she’s doing. She does wish that she knew why Lucien seemed so nervous when she was talking about rebirth.

Cosplay of the Week! @clever_comics on twitter with a lovely Veth in her snowy lavender-colored outfit and pigtails.

Travis on confessing to Jester: “It FUCKING made me crazy!” He’s never been an instigator of campaign romances in the past, but because he loves Laura and was able to connect to her on that level he felt like it was a good challenge instead. He doesn’t think he could have done it with someone he wasn’t comfortable with. It was also important to him for it to be founded on real-game moments and after real-game time had passed, and he felt it was a very natural progression. Seeing the statues rip five years from her in such a benign situation made him realize that to let the opportunity pass wouldn’t have been worth it. He wishes he’d told Vandran what he meant to Fjord as well.

Laura loves that Fjord is becoming more confident as well. The post-Gelidon smooch took Laura completely by surprise since she’s finding Jester is a little surprisingly awkward with IRL affection, and she was surprised Fjord was the confident one there. “It’s so wonderful. It’s a matter of finding a way to get comfortable with it with her away from the Tombtakers.” Travis thought it was important to continue the “go for it” mantra. He notes that he’s pretty private about his personal life IRL, so it’s been a bit of a shift. It’s slower in a way - not a “you’re my one true love” kind of thing, more of a “let’s see where this goes and act on what you can” thing.

They were all “poopin’ in their pants” to get to go to Emon. The worst part was not getting to explore outside the tower since they had to leave again immediately. Kima is so cool, and Travis was actively trying to get Kima to come with them. Everyone boggles that they got to borrow Allura’s staff.

Laura only was thinking about the item-tuned-to-the-target-plane because she’d been texting with Liam trying to iron out their spell choices. She’s so relieved that they were able to get something tuned to the Sea from Allura.

For the most part, Laura knows what spells are the most useful for Jester, but every now and then she does get caught by major component requirements that she hadn’t noted. She wants to get another chalice for Hero’s Feast before they go into the Sea.

Dani points out that a lot of their allies right now are mages (no Kashaws, no Kimas, no Grogs) and they’re heading to a bad place for mages.

Travis has a sudden brain wave about all the TTs being from the Claret Order and wonders if they should investigate that before they pursue. I don’t even remember what that order is and I feel terrible!

Fanart of the Week! It’s a beautiful card by @crovyne on twitter of the Cree counterspell.

Laura really wants Brian to shave the sides of his hair and do Viking braids in the rest. I didn’t want to say anything out loud, but Brian’s hair is really looking pretty...pandemicky.

This is Dani’s four-year-anniversary of her start for Critical Role! Awww, Dani! You’re so short in real life.

Fjord is stoked that the Star Razor is a Vestige, and more now that he knows in-character what that means. It was great to see Allura react the way she did.

Jester doesn’t think they can really go to Nicodranas - they don’t have anymore time. Even more, Jester’s avoiding going home because she doesn’t want the Ruby to see that she got aged up/hurt on her travels.

Travis honestly assumes that the TTs are spying on them 100% of the time now.

Does Jester feel better now that the crest is away from Lucien? Yes, even though it’s gone off course. She thought dropping the crest where they were was a HORRIBLE idea and was appalled so many people were suggesting it. She saw the city with her own eyes, knows the danger of what’s coming, and if they had dropped it in flight she would have dropped with it and defended it as long as she could if that’s what would have kept them from getting it.

Travis thinks that if they can negotiate with Lucien, they should try. Everyone is super worried about Caleb’s and Beau’s new eyes and are fully anticipating they’re on a clock at this point. They wonder if it’ll drive up their exhaustion, allow Lucien to force them to fight against them, maybe make them willing slaves to the mysterious voice...they need to solve it sooner rather than later.

And that’s all for tonight! New episode this Thursday - usual time, usual place. Stay warm, friends, and is it Thursday yet?

#talks machina #talks machina spoilers #critical role #critical role spoilers #long post for ts

322 notes · View notes

astriiformes · 2 years

Text

New Year’s Resolutions are always dubiously helpful for me, but it is a good time for reflection, so here is an organization of things that are not quite “resolutions,” but possible goals for me nonetheless:

Writing:

Last year I made a post expressing how excited I was that I had started working on fic again in earnest, and modestly expressed the hope that I could match it and write at least 25k of fic in 2021. Turns out that I instead managed to publish 84,582 words of fic, marking my most productive writing year.... ever.

What I am taking away from that: Fandom challenges & events are great motivators for me. The bulk of that published fic is from Whumptober and my Fandom Trumps Hate piece, and Whumptober in particular was a fantastic test of my skills & gave me some ideas for larger stories

What I would like to do in 2022: Keep that momentum! I love writing and posting fic so much and even though it’s hard it’s been great for me! That said, 2021 was also the year of not working on existing projects and instead posting new ones. Part of that was a new special interest developing in August, but in 2022 I want to return to my LotR longfic and BttF stories I’ve had percolating for ages, alongside new TOH stuff and finishing my FTH story/hopefully taking on a new one

(Additionally: I want to look more at non-fanfic writing projects. Thinking more seriously about original fiction or academic/freelance publishing seems like something worth doing if my writing ability is really returning so strongly, after struggling with it for so long)

Cosplay:

I only finished one cosplay in 2021, but Hunter’s Golden Guard outfit is far and away the most complicated one I’ve ever made and proof that I really have launched into a new sort of... echelon of ability

What I am taking away from that: I can in fact learn new skills without too much angst, and I do have some really solid problem-solving creating abilities (throwing together a mask to go with my Percy cosplay at 3am the night before wearing it again also proved this). It is absolutely worth tackling the projects I have been putting off because I think my abilities aren’t good enough. (Also, I really love the hobby and should invest in it)

What I would like to do in 2022: Finish at least one new cosplay from scratch. I also might like to fix up or remake parts of some others, but I want to tackle something completely new and finish it before the end of the year. Raine, most likely, but I also kind of want to look seriously at starting Fjord or Caduceus finally after worrying that they’d be “too hard” for me for a while now. Also, maybe look into doing a real photoshoot at some point because my costume(s) actually look good!

Music:

I struggled with this one this year and got very imposter syndrome-y about my abilities as a musician. Not so many successes. But I did write multiple original songs, which is a new one for me, and play one concert at the local con this summer, and at the very end of the year, before I injured my hand, was actually trying to regularly practice again!

What I am taking away from that: I know what I am insecure about and should tackle that as well as try to actually keep that practicing momentum. Also, I am a better lyricist/songwriter than I think probably

What I would like to do in 2022: Figure out regular practicing methods that work for me. Write at least a few more songs. There is a very decent chance that 2022 might end up being our album year -- work towards that. I think I need to share my music more to feel better about it, because I am my own worst critic so.... do that. On tumblr or on streams or even at more concerts if they’re possible. Also, if it’s possible, I really want to play in an ensemble by the end of the year. That probably means thinking about an audition, which terrifies me, but... I should try to bite that bullet. Maybe.

Of course there are other things I want to work on, but I think my school/mental health/interpersonal goals are a very different beast, to be handled differently. Mostly I wanted to look at three of the hobbies I invested in most this year in various ways & that made me happy (or sometimes did, at least), beacause oh boy were they one of the things that carried me through this last year, and I’d like for them to keep doing that. Creating is really important to me. I want to keep and get even better at creating.

27 notes · View notes

lildark1 · 3 years

Text

‘Why did I think this was a good idea?’ The question kept repeating over and over in Yasha’s mind, running away with her panic as she stared at all the clothes strewn across the bed, desk, and every other available surface. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” She mumbled, crossing her arms and almost hugging herself as her nerves started to get the best of her. She wanted to grab her phone and cancel everything, say she came down sick. She certainly felt like she was going to puke.

“No, Yasha this is a perfect idea,” Jester said from where she was half-buried inside her closet. “We are going to find you something to wear and you are going to knock Beau’s socks off.” The smaller woman dove back into the walk-in closet, mumbling almost madly to herself as she rummaged around.

Yasha moved out of the way to keep from being hit by another dress, her mind replaying that afternoon when this had started.

She, Beau, Fjord, and Jester had been hanging out when talk of a party nearby had started up. A party that was going to take place in the same house that Beau’s ex, the one that had seriously broken her heart, had resided in. Beau had seem reluctant, stating she hadn’t wanted to appear pathetically single and all that. Especially since she had heard talk that Traci had a new girlfriend.

Yasha didn’t know what possessed her, but she had spoke up, saying she could go with Beau. Jester had jumped on the idea, stating they could “double date”, show Traci what she was missing. Beau hadn’t been sure at first, but when Yasha assured her she wanted to go the jock had agreed, thanking the other three, Yasha specifically, for this before dashing off to get ready. Jester had then dragged Yasha over to her house to get ready and now here Yasha stood, wondering what in the name of Kord has possessed her to agree to this.

She wasn’t a party person. She felt so uncomfortable in large crowds. But seeing the way that Beau had folded in on herself a bit at the mention of Traci, the recent breakup still painful despite the months that had passed, had caused her mouth to open before her brain could catch up.

Yasha picked up her phone, unlocking it to look at the home screen. It was a picture of her and Beau, taken during a rare day when all of them could hang out together. What was supposed to just be a quick shot had become a much more candid one. Beau was half leaning against the taller woman, eyes screwed shut in merriment and smile wide and infectious at a joke she had just heard Fjord say. The look in Yasha’s eyes had been warm and in love, ‘heart eyes’ Jester had called them.

Yasha had seen the look immediately and made up an excuse, stating it was a bad shot and they needed to try again. The next one had been normal, both smiling happily at the camera, no heart eyes and obvious crush in sight. Beau had asked to be sent a copy of that one, and Yasha had socked away the first one as her home screen, unable to bring herself to delete it.

Now she stared at it, pumping herself up with what she was going to be doing tonight. Pretending to be Beau’s girlfriend to make her ex jealous and all the while not letting her very real crush show. No problem. She groaned for the hundredth time and sat down on the bed, uncaring of the clothes there. This was such a bad idea. A yell of triumph had Yasha looking up in surprise as Jester came out, carrying something in her hands. She moved over to the corner of her room where she had a station set up for sewing and alterations. “A leetle snip here, couple stitches there and we’ll have the perfect outfit fer you to confess your love.” And she was out the door, leaving Yasha gobsmacked. “I...wuh...Jester?!”

-=-

Beau’s leg bounced as she waited for Jester and Yasha to come downstairs. The party started in a little while and she was a bit mixed about it. She had been looking forward to this. It was the end of the year party and a much-needed break from the hectic schedule of college classes, practice, and work at the library. It had just been tempered when she had seen where it was going to be.

There were going to be hundreds of people there no doubt, so while they would see each other its not like they had to talk to one another. But just the thought of seeing Traci again, for the first time since their break up, left a sour feeling in her stomach.

Then Yasha agreeing to go?

That had been extremely surprising. Yasha much preferred the quiet of a small gathering, maybe ten people tops, over a party like this. She wondered if maybe she was turning a new leaf? This was a massive leaf, but who was she to judge. Now not only was she going to have to deal with Traci, but trying not to act like a fool in front of Yasha. She had a serious crush for the woman she had been trying to deal with, with little to no success, she just hoped she didn’t make an idiot of herself.

“Hope we weren’t keeping you waiting long,” Jester said as she bounced down the stairs, looking gorgeous in a sapphire blue dress that matched her jewel blue eyes and a forest green jacket wrapped around her shoulders.

“You look gorgeous, Jess. Fjord isn’t going to know what to do with himself,” Beau replied, standing to give her best friend a hug. She turned when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs and was thankful she was hugging Jester because the vision before her nearly put her on her ass. Yasha was…

”Wow.”

It was the only word that could come to the short-circuiting mush her brain had become as she took in the woman before her. Clad in a deep blue, almost black dress, Yasha was gorgeous. The off the shoulder top showing off her broad shoulders and arms, hugged her curves and had a slit up one side to show off her long legs. The fabric was shimmering, like a blanket of stars that rippled every time she moved. Beau was mesmerized.

“What do you think? Some of my best work yet, huh?” Jester replied, nudging her still comatose friend into action.

“That’s...Yasha you are…” Beau licked her dry lips and cleared her throat. With some difficulty she pulled herself up and straightened her jacket. “Yeah. Just...just.” And try as she might to appear normal and unaffected, as she gazed into those mismatched eyes, one that said so much when their owner said so little, Beau felt herself fall just a little bit more. “A vision.”

#critical role #beauyasha #drabble #my writing

29 notes · View notes

theroyalsims · 3 years

Photo

LUKE + PENNY’S WEDDING - FASHION EDITION: SEE ALL THE FANCY HATS! THE LOOKS! THE DRESSES!

Luke and Penny finally got married, and while the wedding was rather “low key” (considering that the groom is a son of a Prince and a nephew of The Queen), there was no shortage in fab fashion!

The ladies delivered some serious looks courtesy of their super glam dresses and fancy head gear!

First on the list, of course, is the bride herself. Penny surprised everyone with a stunning strapless number. The dress features a bow detail on the bodice, and a figure-flattering mermaid cut skirt. The dress was given some extra “oomph” by its sizeable train (which, we’re told, is detachable, meaning it’s easier to hit the dance floor as the new Mrs. Holm!) On the days leading up to the wedding, speculations abound that the bride would be wearing a sleeved number, for a more formal ceremony since Her Majesty would be attending. However, the strapless modern number looked fantastic on the bride, too, and we can’t help but approve her choice of dress!

For her headgear, Penny opted for a silver and pearl floral headband, said to be a present from her new mother-in-law, Lady Beatrix. Beatrix reportedly offered her family’s tiara, the Ennisford Tiara (which she has worn to her own wedding and to several royal occasions thereafter, including her majesty’s coronation), but Penny respectfully declined. The bride’s hair was kept in a neat low bun, with a few loose tendrils to frame her face. The bride also chose to keep her make-up light and natural, showing off her natural beauty, freckles and all! A source reveals that Penny didn’t want to look too dolled up, because she wants Luke to see the girl, the woman he fell in love with, walking down the aisle.

The bride, no doubt, looked stunning, but her guests also showed up prepared! There seemed to be a theme as most of the guests showed up in shades of pink and blue (except for the Crown Princess)!

Princess Eleanore, The Duchess of Fjord, Olivia Dorsey, and Lady Nicole Holm all showed up in shades of pink! Meanwhile, Lady Beatrix’s daughters Fiona and Matilda all took notes from Her Majesty, it seems, as they all wore shades of blue. Princess Alice also showed up in a kind-of-blue number, looking stunning in teal. Perhaps the only one who wore a starkly different shade was The Crown Princess, who showed up in a vibrant yellow ensemble, instead. Maybe she didn’t get the memo?

(Above [top row, L-R]: (1) Lady Chloe Holm in magenta, opted for a floral fascinator with a similar shade; (2) Fiona Collinsworth looked adorable in her flower fascinator, too. Her sister, (3) Matilda, also wore blue, but chose a simple wide-brimmed hat, instead. (4) Everyone’s favourite pregnant Duchess chose a matching pink “hatband” which is all the rage these days; (5) Princess Eleanore went for a large brimmed white hat which complemented her pink and white coat dress; and Olivia Dorsey, Princess Alice’s youngest daughter, wore a floral pink fascinator which went perfectly with her pale pink lace dress.

[bottom row L-R] Princess Alice wore teal to the wedding, including a buckled hat; The Queen arrived decked in blue, and chose a floral fascinator for finish off her look; The Crown Princess stood out in her all-yellow outfit. While her dress was rather simple, she went all-out with her fascinator which featured pearls and flower accents.)

While we would’ve paid good money to see everyone decked out in tiaras, the daytime wedding called for a more subdued headgear choice: hats and fascinators! And by the looks of it, the ladies went matchy-matchy with their dresses and hats!

We gotta love weddings! So who do you think, aside from the bride, was the best dressed? And dare we ask, who do you think looked the worst?

55 notes · View notes

buffpidgey · 3 years

Text

A Northerner Rates the M9′s Winter Outfits.

I come from a place where it can be -40 (F AND C) so, I know at least a few things about Proper Winter Wear. Please enjoy my observations on the Nein’s winter wear.

Fjord: 7/10

He has a good long coat, and the armor is going to add insulation. The fur looks warm, though it’s not positioned in the ideal spot, i’ll give points for the thought.

He DOES have a hat, but it doesn’t cover his ears.

His gloves- don’t cover his fingers. uhhh nope, he will lose those fingers.

Also, I’m pretty sure he’s just wearing green fantasy jeans?

New score:

6/10

Beau:

She’s not wearing a hat, but she does have a nice hood. Her whole jacket seems to have either fur or a nice thick lining, so that’s looking good so far-

The exposed abs tho. Listen, Beau, I know, I know you worked hard for those abs, but if you want to survive you have to blast your core with workouts and not with freezing air.

Your boots look promising, but your BARE MIDRIFF does not give me confidence that there are any longjohns under those loose pants of yours. Enjoy losing feeling in your legs one layer at a time as the wind steals warmth from you. First skin, then the next layer and the next layer. The tingling will stop eventually.

And once again! Exposed hands! Beau, you‘d be killing me if you weren’t freezing to death!

3/10

Caleb:

Ok now we’re getting somewhere! And not only because his hand is on fire!

A good long coat with what looks like fur lining where it’s actually useful! I’m sure that’s supposed to be padded armor, but it looks like a quilted shirt and it looks super cozy! I will take both of those, thank you!

A scarf! A little long to be practical, but hey, maybe he uses THAT instead of a hat, which he needs!

Again, boots look good and solid. Maybe all the straps are so he can add additional wool for insulation.

Still no fingers on his gloves though, and again, he does look like he’s wearing fantasy jeans.

8/10

Veth/Nott:

LOOK AT HER!!!

Now THIS is a winter outfit!

Gloves that cover her fingers! Boots that look warm! a full coat that is CLOSED and another little capelet over it!!!

Earmuffs!!!!

It’s not a hat, but at least SOMEONE in the Mighty Nein will get to keep their ears!

And maybe the loose braids will add a little bit. When it gets super cold hair doesn’t do much, but it can help cut down the wind if done right.

And she’s even got PANTS on under her coat! Oh bless.

10/10 I want this outfit.

Jester:

Oh oh this coat is beautiful! It looks like it would be plenty warm too IF IT WERE CLOSED AT ALL!!!

The stockings? Also so freaking cute, but the way that shirt drapes underneath is having the unfortunate effect of reminding me of that new trend of leggings plus those really thin but long drapey shirts that are only just long enough to cover the butt and I KNOW that combo isn’t going to keep you warm.

Her fingerless gloves are actually mittens, so points for that, and she also has earmuffs! The boots look nice as well.

Really really solid Jester, if only that coat were closed a little more so that i didn’t see your mall-bought shirt.

7/10

Caduceus Clay:

My sweet sweet boy, he is trying here, unfortunately he only has half a cape.

His tunic is long enough that it’ll give him some points, but I’m not sure how thick his beatle armor actually is. And if it’s metallic, because metal gets c-c-c-cold.

But, hey! He has actual gloves, and some fine looking boots!

And once again, I cannot unsee the fantasy jeans.

Solid try, but Cad that half cape is going to Get You

7/10

Yasha:

Has only one full glove, and her other hand is even worse than the rest of the group. That coat is actually really cool looking, and it does have a hood, but it... doesn’t look like it can close. It looks too fitted around the torso and the hips to have any more fabric to go over her front.

The slashes in it look cool but aren’t gonna help keep you warm.

Also Yasha, someone just... destroyed your pants. If I was worried about Beau‘s legs, Yasha is just not going to be able to MOVE.

And these holes go up over her hips??? And... -squints- Yasha how low does that shirt go?

Yes, there’s a scarf, but it looks more like something you‘d find in a seventies fashion mag than something meant to keep your blood from freezing in your body

At least she has a good hat and her boots look nice?

2/10 - your wings better be doing some HEAVY LIFTING there Yasha

#mighty nein #critical role #the birb chats critrole #cr2

267 notes · View notes

wandaswigglywoes · 3 years

Note

Junksen - Aubrey takes care of lil werewolf Emily

Don't know if Aubrey is also a were

This took me some time to figure out what I was doing. Thank you for prompting me!!! :3 I hope you enjoy!! I’m going to try and let this be sort of ambiguous— let the reader decide if they wish to ship them romantically. (If my muse will let me. We’ll see where the girls decide to take it lmao) Haha, just kidding-- this has been sitting in my drafts for 84 years. basically ignore that above, i can't do ambiguous apparently. bye

“Why me?!” Emily winces at the shrill voice on the other side of the door, but only for the fact that it’s loud and causes the sharp pain behind her right eye to pulsate. “Why do I have to take care of her? I should be out in the trenches!” The voice continues, outraged. Emily thinks under normal circumstances, she would feel hurt, and guilty that this woman would rather be out fighting then to have to deal with her, but the only kind of emotion that Emily can muster is a sort of throbbing numbness.

“Aubrey!” A warning growl. “Her entire pack was brutally murdered before her eyes, and she was taken captive only to be tortured. Have a bit of sympathy!” Something sharp digs through the numbness and suddenly, as if she’s being submerged into an icy fjord, it all hits her at once. She has nothing— no one left.

There is silence on the other side of the door, but Emily’s exceptional hearing picks up heavy breathing. “I— I’m not saying that what happened isn’t terrible and despicable,” The shrill voice from before is much softer now, remorse evident in her tone. “I’m saying that perhaps I’m not cut out to be the one to take care of her. Someone like Chloe could—“

“Chloe is unavailable, and you know that, Aubrey. She is dealing with our spy that brought Emily in.”

“But daddy, I—“

There is a low growl and the hairs on the back of Emily’s neck stand on end. “Are you challenging me, Aubrey? I know I am your father, but I am also your alpha, so are you challenging my authority?”

“No. Of course not.” This time the voice is tight and controlled.

“Good, then you will do as I say.” The sound of someone retreating is followed, leaving no more room for argument.

Emily stares down at her bruised and raw wrists, waiting for the door to open, but it doesn’t. Not right away at least, but she knows that someone is still standing on the other side of the door.

Finally, the door creaks open, sounding so much louder in the quiet bedroom. Emily keeps her gaze downcast, wishing for all the world that she could disappear. There’s a sharp intake of breath that Emily knows has to be about her appearance. She hasn’t been able to bathe in— well, she isn’t really sure. Maybe a week? Her wrists and ankles are raw and bloody from where they had kept her shackled in pure silver, and there were fang marks at her neck where they had fed from her.

Werewolf blood was said to be warm and intoxicating to vampires, and not only that, but they lasted a lot longer than normal humans. "How are you feeling?" The voice sounds much softer now, though Emily can still hear the strain underneath.

Anger burns the back of her throat. "You don't have to be here if you don't want to," Emily says darkly, still unwilling to look up.

There is a sharp inhale through flared nostrils before it's exhaled shakily. "You heard that..." Emily chuckles derisively, but says nothing. "Right, of course. Look, I'm sorry. I'm just-- I'm not good with--" The voice trails off and Emily finally brings her gaze up to put a face to the voice.

It's a mistake. The woman is beautiful, blonde hair pulled into a tight bun with wisps of it framing her pretty, delicate features. Her eyes are a piercing green with flecks of gold, and behind them is remorse. Emily feels all the anger melt from her body in that moment. The woman's hands are clasped together tightly in front of her, as if to keep them from fidgeting. She's wearing a pair of form fitting jeans and a maroon colored Henley shirt, the whole outfit making her look effortlessly beautiful.

Emily clears her throat. "It's fine." She finally murmurs, eyes dropping back to her bloodied wrists, feeling as if she's been staring for too long.

"I'm Aubrey," The woman says gently, slowly approaching the edge of the bed where Emily sits rigidly.

"Emily," She mumbles, a shaking hand coming up to push a few greasy strands of hair out of her face.

She looks up to see Aubrey smile gently and Emily feels her insides clench. She has a nice smile. "Emily, is there--- is there anything I can help you with? We should probably clean up your wounds so that the healing process doesn't take more time than it's already going to."

Emily feels herself blush, realizing she's going to have to ask Aubrey to help her with bathing. "I--I'd really like to wash up, but-- I don't think I can stay standing long enough."

Aubrey nods. "Of course, and then we'll tend to those wounds." She approaches slowly and then holds out her arms for Emily.

Emily slowly reaches out, gripping both of Aubrey's forearms and allows herself to be pulled into a standing position. Her body screams in protest at the movement, but Emily manages to keep from crying out in pain.

Emily sits in the warm bath, knees pulled up to her chest and head tipped back slightly as Aubrey carefully pours water onto Emily's hair. Some of the tension leaves Emily's broken body as Aubrey's fingers massage shampoo into her scalp. The last time someone else washed her hair, Emily was a small child and it had been her mother.

This is-- it's different. The air feels charged, the action too intimate for two strangers.

Aubrey had respectfully kept her eyes averted while Emily struggled to undress, using Aubrey's outstretched hands to keep herself upright. They hadn't spoke since Aubrey had agreed to help her, the silence somehow louder than anything Emily had ever heard.

"Are you okay?" Aubrey finally asks, voice quiet, as if afraid to break the previous silence.

Emily swallows the dryness from her throat. "Yes, thank you."

"Close your eyes, I'm going to rinse your hair." So Emily does, barely suppressing a shiver as Aubrey's fingers comb through her hair.

After Aubrey had helped Emily get dressed (Some borrowed sleep clothes of Aubrey's), she lead Emily back into the bedroom at had her sit at the edge of the bed once more.

Aubrey is very gentle as she wraps her ankles and wrists, before looking her over for any other wounds. They still hadn't said very much to each other, which is fine with Emily. She doesn't have the energy to try and make conversation, too emotionally numb to think.

It isn't until Aubrey's fingers gently trace the fang marks on her neck that Emily's mind buzzes to life quite suddenly, pain shooting down her neck. Emily jumps and in turn, so does Aubrey. "S-sorry, is it painful?"

Emily blinks, suddenly realizing how close Aubrey's face is to her own. "I--a little," She squeaks, a soft blush coloring her cheeks.

Aubrey's fingers are still on her neck as she stares into Emily's eyes. "I'm sorry, the ointment should numb it." She finally says, and Emily realizes that Aubrey's fingers are coated in something thick and that the pain is slowly receding.

"T-thanks," Emily says, eyes quickly finding somewhere else to look other than Aubrey's probing gaze. "For everything, for doing this even though you didn't want to."

"I'm sorry you heard that," Aubrey looks ashamed as she finally pulls her hand back, wiping it on a towel. "It had nothing to do with you, I hope you know. I'm just-- not very good at any of this."

Emily smiles for what seems like the first time in a while. It doesn't quite reach her eyes, but it's gentle and earnest. She reaches out and takes one of Aubrey's hands in her own, ignoring the way her heart picks up speed as she does. "You've done a pretty good job so far."

She isn't sure if it's a trick of the light or not, but Emily thinks Aubrey blushes at the compliment, eyes falling to their joined hands. "Thank you, Emily."

Emily wakes up screaming, her neck burning and her ankles and wrists aching painfully, and the haunting screams of her family echoing in her mind. For a moment, Emily isn't sure where she is, chest heaving as she chokes on her own tears.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Hands are on her shoulders, stilling her thrashing, and when that doesn't work, arms wrap around her. "It's just a dream, Emily, you're safe."

"A-Aubrey?" Emily sobs, her world slowly coming into focus, nose picking up Aubrey's scent.

"Yes, it's me. I have you." Fingers comb through her sweaty hair.

Emily's body sags into Aubrey, nose burying into a slender neck and allowing the now familiar scent to push away the image of her family being murdered in front of her. "They're all dead," Emily hiccups, her arms wrapping around herself. "I'm-- I'm alone."

Aubrey pulls Emily practically into her lap, fingers trailing up and down her spine. "I'm so sorry they're gone, Emily," Aubrey murmurs, her voice thick with emotion. "But you aren't alone, I promise."

"Y-You don't even kn--know me," Even as she says it, her fingers grip the edge of Aubrey's sleep shirt as if she might disappear.

Aubrey sighs softly. "It doesn't matter. I have good instincts, and I can tell you're a good person. So, I mean it when I tell you that you aren't alone."

"Will you-- will you stay with me?" Emily doesn't think she can be alone again. True, Aubrey had made it into Emily's room in record time, but the thought of laying in this big bed alone with her thoughts scares her.

Aubrey doesn't hesitate. "Of course I will."

Emily sits with her back against a large tree, basking in the sun. It had been months since she was rescued and the war was getting closer to ending, and though Emily's heart still ached for her family, she had adjusted relatively well in this new pack.

A shadow crosses over her face and Emily frowns, opening her eyes to find Beca staring down at her-- the one who had rescued her. "Hey." She offers Emily a crooked grin before settling beside her.

"Hey, what's up?"

Beca lulls her head to the side to look at Emily. "Just checking in on my favorite little wolf."

Emily chuckles, nudging Beca with her shoulder. "Are you sure that title doesn't belong to someone else?"

Beca flushes slightly. "Shut up."

Emily's grin grows wider. "Pretty blue eyes, red hair--" Beca shoves her playfully and Emily laughs.

"If you're going to tease me about Chloe, then I can tease you about Aubrey."

Emily's smile drops. "Aubrey and I are friends." She says mechanically.

"Why don't you just tell her?" Beca asks gently.

"Why don't you tell Chloe?" Emily counters, annoyance evident in her voice.

Beca sighs resignedly. "I plan to... Later today. So you've got no reason not to to tell Aubrey."

Emily whips around to stare at Beca in shock, before something dawns on her. "You're going on another mission, aren't you?"

Beca inhales slowly, seeming to hold the air in her chest for a moment before exhaling. "Yeah, and life's too short to keep this shit bottled up."

Emily swallows the sudden burn of tears in her throat and nods jerkily before dropping her head to Beca's shoulder. "You better be careful, or else." She murmurs.

"I always am." Beca lets her own head drop onto Emily's.

Emily smells her before she sees her, the scent of lavender and earth growing stronger the closer she gets.

Aubrey stands outside her room on her balcony, leaning against the railing and staring up at the moon. "Hello, Emily." She says without turning around, probably having both scented and heard Emily.

Emily steps up beside her, heart in her throat. "Hi," She replies quietly, leaning against the railing next to her. Their arms brush against each others, and Emily allows it to calm her racing heart. "I uhm-- I wanted to talk to you."

Aubrey turns slightly to look at Emily. "Oh? Is everything okay?"

Emily visibly swallows as she brings her own gaze to meet Aubrey's. "Yes-- I mean, I think so." She can feel her cheeks heating up beneath Aubrey's concerned eyes and hopes it's just dark enough that Aubrey doesn't notice. "It's just-- I was talking to Beca earlier, and she said-- well, she said something to me that made me realize that I should tell you how-- how I really feel about you."

Aubrey's eyebrows draw together in confusion. She turns fully to face Emily. "How you--"

"Life's too short to keep these feelings bottled up, and I should know that better than anyone. So even if you don't feel the same, I wanted to tell you that I-- that I have feelings for you."

"You have feelings for me?" Aubrey stares at Emily in shock.

"Yes. Well, technically, I'm like-- a little bit in love with you. Which--- I don't want you to feel pressured to love me back, or feel guilty if you don't. I'm perfectly content to be your friend, I just-- I felt like you should know. So don't--"

"Emily," Aubrey's fingers press against Emily's lips.

"Hmm?"

Aubrey grins, eyes watery. "I'm a little bit in love with you, too." And before Emily can try to say anything else, Aubrey kisses her.

#junksen #junksen fanfiction #fanfic: mine #pitch perfect fanfiction

15 notes · View notes

nochiquinn · 3 years

Text

mighty nein vs vox machina battle royale: for fuck’s sake

oh this is one I'm not gonna be able to look at the screen for

don't join them in the chat

apocalyptic fun buns

all the art is v v good

ready for taliesin to forget which accent goes where

I enjoy the "made possible by viewers like you" in the corner

mala: we paid 3 million dollars for these outfits

veth from somewhere in the distance: "I'mma fuck it"

taliesin hot potato

if they both touch it at the same time there's a 0.00028% chance of getting caduceus instead

thunderorgy

matt trying to rein in the collective horny energy of this group

(good luck)

BIGSBY'S HAAAAAAND

the magic of video editing

"the boots of haste LAURA BAILEY"

oh this is the level 20 battle royale again

Ride the Hand

does fjord have the ring of fire resistance

jester's been learning from caleb

PERCIVAL

ahh I missed percy's voice

"vex isn't here, he's all mine" liam

mala: Liam still going for the orgy end

"does waterbreathing work in lava"

MY BOY

laura: "did you mean hot? I think you meant hot."

FIRST BLOOD

"just for fun" he's dead

NO MERCY PERCY

I heard "I'm going to use a bonus accent" and yes you probably are sir

fgjlskdf literally moving him across screens

dramatic fucker

liam you ONLY made that comparison to fuck with travis

"RUDE"

liam can you even see the dice through that thing on your face

rogues are whatever

this music is Good

"I cast thunderstep" "oh! I cast counterspell"

liam and marisha clapping in unison

he's stuck in percy's accent lmao

I missed literally everything molly did, cool, thanks child

ugh I'm completely lost now

rip fjord

"don't go over there, it sucks over there"

"is that technically a teleport" "yes" "AHAHAHAHAHA"

"let's have some fun" he's dead

SDLKFJSLDK

oh good maybe I can get back on track after the break

guiding beau up the butt

I can't believe marisha killed liam in the parking lot

liam can't use his tablet with his apocalypse glove on

lmao taliesin putting the glasses back on

"what's back up? oh, your bullshit?"

"I'm trying to limit the number of dumb fucking things I do in this game" for the first time ever

taliesin: [laughs menacingly]

DINOSJAUR

"you sound like me when I was in the second grade" aw, matt

the giant mug with the equally giant crazy straw is killing me

they wouldn't let sam drink from the flask again but the mug IS labeled "biohazard" so it's pretty much the same

no wait I got the flask and the stein confused, is that THE stein? bc in that case the biohazard tape is required by law

"the winged man in dark clothing"

tal that laugh was horrifying

FIRST BLOOD

"my butt was exposed just a little bit, just in case”

"oh you're one of those rich boys!" "oh yes."

oh good, I wasn't the only one getting ben franklin vibes

"the gayest ben franklin" "so just ben franklin"

"this is the best view I've had all pandemic" liam

percy's starting to take this personal

percy: you CATCH miette's bullets??? you NEGATE miette's damage????

marisha: why are you helping him???

oh right, she Hurt Scanlan in front of Vax

"you're throwing it? you fool. you absolute imbicile."

"you're the person in the back with a sniper rifle" ah. me.

"I'm pulling out Bad News - " "And loading a health potion into it and shooting it into my leg?"

samuel

FIRST BLOOD

SECOND BLOOD

ah, travis learned from sam. horrifying.

scanlan is an among us ghost

"I'll catch you!"

I enjoy the mental image of travis holding the back of laura's shirt to stop her fucking up a little league ref

protecc

he protecc, he attacc, but most important, he have pike as snacc

vax disappears into the void

"I want to be buried in this"

laura bailey is the most dangerous member of the mighty nein

"how did you MISS he was THREE FEET IN FRONT OF YOU"

sarenrae slapping pike's hand away from the hot radiant damage stove

"are you arguing with a ghost" that's percy's whole personal arc

Feathered Fuck

Campaign Three No Monks 2021

(Campaign Three All Monks 2021)

mala: once again Marisha is op its not the class, its her

travis said very near the beginning "we should animate this" and I love that that's his reaction to every cool moment now bc it is also mine

marisha: where'd you hide it, vax? liam: up my dick sam: joke's on you, he's got three dicks liam: dagger dagger dagger~

someone also said "action action bonus action" and I THINK it was liam but that took too long to type and I forgot

ashley going after that die only for it to betray her

also what I assume among us ghosts are doing

sdkljflsk vax just staring at them in horror

at level fuck it

"sorry liam this is your table" "that's okay, I'll just take a shit under yours"

I forgot how pissy liam gets when vax isn't doing well

like specifically as vax, he gets like me when the internet is slow

scanlan flipping sides

"this is twice marisha has killed me in battle royale"

"with vax going down" huehuehue

I enjoy that they're just confirming polymachina all over the place

he really did hide it up his dick

tbh I kinda figured it was gonna go this way. tm9 is fresh in their minds.

"you're such an asshole!" "I'm dead!"

vax just putting the gem on the ground and hoping it looks like all the other rocks

"you ASSHOLE you shot me SO MANY TIMES"

"I am alarmed that he is standing so well"

WAIT

PART TWO??

PART TWO WHEN

#critical role #spoilers #crititag #liveblog

21 notes · View notes

soft-for-them · 3 years

Text

sweets ♡ jester lavorre x reader ♡ headcanons

Anon 💙(???): I'm alone on valentines day so can you maybe give me some headcanons of jester and a female reader on valentines day please? (romantic) Nothing nsfw though 💙

female reader, i have no idea is 💙 is a new anon or if it’s just a blue heart for jester. sorry.

not proff read, sorry the gifs don’t match the fics that much, it’s hard to find critical role gifs, (i have ocd and i just feel real panicky when i don’t put a gif because every other fic has one.)

- Honestly, you thought Jester was straight when you first met her.

- You also though her and Fjord was a thing, so you just admired her from afar.

- But five strong drinks one night and a lot of moping around, Fjord just had enough.

- Boy. This man was the biggest shipper of you and Jester so seeing you all sulky and Jester oblivious hurt him to watch.

- So, whilst you were drunk, he coerced you into confessing your feelings to a more sober Jester.

- ‘Jester you beautiful, talented, blue sunshine woman! I want to take you on a date because I love you!’

- You see, the thing is, Jester liked you back.

- Her face was so flustered and her smile was so big it ached.

- Of course you had ruined it by running to the toilet to puke.

-However, you were pleasantly surprised in the morning.

- You woke up to someone brushing the hair out of your face, their body laying close to yours.

- ‘Huh, what?’

- To turn around to she a smiling Jester looking at you with such loving eyes was a surprise.

- ‘Before you start, today we are going on a date!’

- Her hand still stoking face, she quickly leaned in and pecked you on the forehead.

- ‘Though you need to wash and brush your teeth, I don’t want my date smelling like ale.’

- Let’s just say she cuddled you for a good half an hour before she let you go to get dressed.

- And my word were you gay panicking when you were trying to figure out what to wear.

- Sitting in only a towel with a toothbrush hanging out of your mouth you realised that you only had three outfits to mix and match with.

- You spent too long in the bathroom contemplating that Jester had to come into hurry you up.

- ‘As much as you look good in just the towel, we do have a date to go on.’ She said looking you up and down playfully, ‘The town has this celebration going on today, some kind of love festival.’

- ‘I just need to find something to wear.’ You said trying to make sure you weren’t flashing the blue tiefling.

- ‘Well I think you look super good in that pirate shirt and the long skirt.’

- So, you wore the pirate shirt and the long skirt that you only wear on special occasions.

- ‘Looking good date.’ Jester giggled, latching onto your arm.

- Walking out of the inn you were staying in you were assaulted with bright pinks and reds.

- Lines of paper hearts and market stalls had been put up overnight, your bland shirt immediately being covered in pink and silver glitter.

- Jester tugged on your arm and pointed at the giant papier-mâché cupid like figure in the middle of the town square.

- ‘I heard that this town has the best sweets.’

- Her smile was so big and it was partly because she was with you.

- She still would of have had that smile, albeit a bit smaller, if it was just her exploring the love festival but Jester had liked you for quite some time so she was even more smiley (if that’s even possible.)

- An hour straight you both walked around the market, you buying her every sweet treat she ever wanted.

- (Good job you had a container to put the spare sweets in because you being automatically whipped bought her all the food she wanted and that was a lot of food.)

- As the day went on Jester leaned in further to you, her arm unhooked from yours, her hand tangling with yours instead.

- She has an iron grip.

- You did not get lost in the crowd for your hands were locked tightly around each other’s.

- Once you were in a less crowded area, she started swinging your connected hands back and forward, she was so happy.

- ‘Look, look!’ she shouted like an excited puppy.

- She dragged you to the towns square towards a fortune teller.

- Dragged into the tent, there wasn’t much room to move.

- Jester paid for the ‘love reading’, for you had brought a weeks’ worth of food.

- The tent was small so Jester sat on your knee, your arm sneaking around her middle so she didn’t fall off.

- Her hands went to your arm, not to pry it off, but to just touch you.

- YOU ARE A BLUSHING MESS.

- This woman was laying it on hard.

- Jester’s head leaned back as the mystic Meg type woman began her reading.

- ‘I see love. True love for the both of you.’

- The woman was clearly saying a scripted reading to all the lovers that came into her tent but Jester lapped up every single word.

- Walking out of the tent Jester hugged you burying her head into the crook of your neck.

- ‘You know that was scripted Jest.’

- ‘I know, I just hope it all come true.’

- Time for her to blush.

- ‘But I though I confessed my love for you last night when I was off my face drunk.’

- ‘Yes, you did but I didn’t say it back.’

- ‘You love me?

- ‘I love you.’

- MORE GAY PANIC.

- In your frozen state Jester kissed you again but this time on the lips.

- The kiss was short and sweet, the taste of sugar lingering on her lips.

- She hovered for just a moment, watching your eyes widen in such love.

- Jester tried to move away but you had leaned down to capture her lips into another kiss.

- This kiss was longer and more passionate (but not full on snogging), the locked up feeling of love flowing out.

- ‘Hey get a room!’ Fjord shouted in glee, the rest of the Nein staring on whooping in happiness at the new couple that was you and Jester.

- ‘WE WILL LATER!’ Jester screamed back, her hand re-tangling with yours as she stuck her tongue out at her half orc friend.

- Jester turned to you and said, ‘I saw a cool looking booth selling jewellery, I want to get you a locket.’

- And so your relationship began with lots of sweets and Jester buying you a heart shaped locket.

ahhhh, sorry if there’s a D&D equivalent of valentine's day, i really need to find some people to play it with, you know get back into it.

#critical role #critical role x reader #jester lavorre #jester lavorre x reader #the mighty nein #the mighty nein x reader #fjord

55 notes · View notes

thequeenofmyownscreen · 2 years

Text

Eleven things I noted about CR2E98 “Dark Waters” and the Talks Machina about it :

For the D&D Beyond ad, Sam makes Ashley sing the D&D Beyond theme song a capella, which she... executes not perfectly, but it's charming nonetheless.

Huh. Interesting that Caduceus is the one that does not want to exact consequences (not revenge, well maybe on Veth's side, but justice I think Beau and Caleb would say). And his reasons for it too. I don't know his alignment, but that sounds like a true neutral.

WAIT the Age of Arcanum used some kind of arcane batteries ? Like in CR3 ?? And some of them were used in floating cities ? LIKE IN EXANDRIA UNLIMITED CALAMITY ? And did Matt just pronunced the names Eiselcross and Aeor, which I know nothing about except it will be important in the end of this campaign ??? Like Travis would mimic, *sirens sounds* !

Love that Travis kept his Idiot's Guide to Sailing :

Fjord has grown so much ! I loved the discussion with Caleb so very much. "I realized...I don't have to do things in the way that were done to me." Another thought occured to me : of all the Mighty Nein, Caleb is the one who explicitely refers to his growth of character because of his friends. Of course the others changed because of their friends too, but Caleb is the one who says "Three months ago, I was nothing and these people changed me". I find it interesting, that's all ; maybe it has to do with his obsession of time and change ?

At one point Laura sneezes, and Sam hides his mouth in his shirt. Liam : "Way to date this episode" DUDE DUDE YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S COMING

Yasha dream, it's been a whiiiiiiile. Yes, I know that she will end up having white wings (I was spoiled on this by some amazing fanart) but watching the journey to get there is so interesting.

"I will cast Brenatto's Crossbow !" So funny that Sam will not let this go. Or the cast in harassing him for that matter. Later, Caleb cast Melf's Acid Arrow, and Laura asks looking at Sam "Are you sure it's not Widogast's Acid Arrow ?" Liam, deadpan : "No, it's another famous wizard."

Travis confirms in Talks that he just didn't know and didn't THINK AT ALL that Uk'otoa (...Uk'otoa...) was gonna make a come back, because he thought that there was nothing that "the old Snea Snake" wanted of him. Dani : “What about the dark seed of power in you that the Wildmother saw ?” Travis, fakely outraged : “I thought it was metaphorical !!!"

Ashley, à propos of nothing : "Did you ever see Lolita ? ... (Silence) I just wanted to make this room very uncomfortable and I succeeded !" Ashley Johnson I love you

I love when Brian makes jokes about the outfit they're wearing on Talks. Tonight, at Ashley : "How's the shooting of the new season of Fargo going ?" or "Margot Robbie called and she wants her I, Tonya costume back", or "Claudia Schiffer from that one scene in Love Actually"

#my thoughts #critical role #cr campaign 2 #CR2E98

5 notes · View notes

sociallyawkwardfoxwriter · 3 years

Note

“You are very attractive, therefore I will stare at you.” Molly to various members of the Nein maybe?

Molly would absolutely say this to every single member of the Nein because he’s just like that. A truly excellent choice.

Enjoy!

Prompt

On the next push up, Beau paused to glare at the tiefling watching her from his perch on a nearby rock. He wasn't even bothering to pretend that he was doing anything other than blatantly watching her do push ups. With a growl of annoyance, she raised one of her hands to flick him off, but he didn't seem the least bit bothered by it.

"What are you staring at?"

"You are very attractive, therefore I will stare at you."

"I'm not interested."

"So? I can still appreciate all the work you've put into sculpting a perfect body."

Beau wrinkled her face up in disgust. "Don't ever say that to me again."

"What would be the fun of that?"

***

The sensation of being watched pulled Caleb out of his intense focus on the book in front of him to find Molly's eyes on him. "Can I help you?"

"You are very attractive, therefore I will stare at you. How else do you appreciate a work of art?"

"I-I'm not sure whether to be embarrassed for me or for you. That was a terrible line."

"It's not a line. It's the truth. Such beautiful blue eyes and a lovely face."

"Please stop staring at me."

"I'll try not to, but no promises. You're too attractive for your own good, darling."

***

"What do you think?" Jester spun around to cause her new dress to flair out like a beautiful flower blossoming. "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Not nearly as beautiful as you. You are very attractive, therefore I will stare at you. The dress is just a bonus."

"Molly, that's so sweet! Thank you."

She wrapped him up in a tight hug that lifted Molly right off his feet and twirled them around a few times. After placing him back down, she hurried back into the changing room to switch into the next outfit. Right before enter, she turned back around to give Molly a quick wink that he immediately returned.

***

"Would you look at that, dinner and a show." While he was tempted to keep focusing on his work, Fjord looked up at Molly leaning casually against the door frame. "Hello there, sailor."

"Stop it."

"You are very attractive, therefore I will stare at you."

"Then I'll close the door and you can stare at that."

"You're no fun."

***

Despite Molly insisting he was fine, Yasha easily plucked him off the ground and carried him over her shoulder. He let out an annoyed huff at her, but didn't try in the slightest to wiggle out of her hold. When she set him down next to Nott, he looked up at her with a dizzy smile.

"You are very attractive, therefore I will stare at you. You are too." Molly's head flopped sideways, so he could look at Nott. "Everyone is so attractive."

"You have a concussion."

"That doesn't make any of you less attractive. If anything, it makes all of you more attractive."

"Well, you are welcome to stare. I'm getting you healing."

"Yash, you're the best!"

#anon #critical role #mollymauk tealeaf #beauregard lionett #caleb widogast #fjord #yasha nydoorin #nott the brave #banter #they're all attractive #it cannot be denied #prompt fill #fanfic

30 notes · View notes

seafleece · 4 years

Note

Hey, random question, but what do you think are the M9's love languages?

oh, anon, you absolutely did not sign up for this and i am so sorry, but here we are. i had to look up the five types and keep them in the google doc to remind myself what they were, but uhh here’s almost 4000 words of character analysis and discussion of debatable quality

jester:

my initial thought was quality time— an obvious and painful one, as it’s the one her mother wasn’t able to provide. i think the sleeper, though, for jester, is acts of service.

with beau, this especially shows up in reference to healing— jester having a more healing-focused cleric around is a big relief, especially for someone so close to warlock status that she almost was one, but very notably, she very much wants to heal beau. she specifically apologizes for not doing so in the chantry, and attributes that to beau’s absence rather than anything else; more generally, there’s a huge amount of distress on jester’s part when beau is hurt, and that she wants to be the one to heal beau (notably, with the gorgon, she RAN to beau, was immediately upset both times beau started getting petrified, and even dissuaded caduceus or caleb from using their turn to heal beau so she could instead, making sure to be Right There even while nott was applying the oil). she also seems to really value the instances when beau does things for her, especially since there are specific acts that beau reserves for jester (engaging with religion in any capacity, wearing a dress for jester and more broadly allowing jester to pick her clothes, a concept which beau probably has an explicitly negative association with from her mother).

it’s also muddled jester up the worst when it comes to relationships she understands less— the “kiss” with fjord in the temple that was a vehicle for giving jester air, most specifically, comes to mind— and she’s really come to terms with this by realizing that romantic feelings weren’t really what he was expressing, and that it wasn’t necessarily what she was feeling, either. it’s noticeable in how she describes her relationship with the traveler— she feels like her service to him is doing little things for him, and asks, when she’s unsure, when the traveler failed to act on her behalf when they were kidnapped, if she did something wrong to make him angry, and literally desecrates a temple to make up for it as soon as they’re back in town.

and the thing is, quality time isn’t really what was lacking in her relationship with marion— marion probably did have time to spend with jester for at least a little while every day. the problem is that marion simply couldn’t provide jester with things that she needed: access to the outside world and companionship. she had to learn from near-scratch how to navigate relationships of varying intensities, and it shows with her initial zeroing in on fjord as an iteration of the dashing sailor her momma told her about, as well as her more slow-burn come to trust and really invest in and love beau, because she’s never had a relationship like that with a girl, and maybe didn’t even know it was something she could have, or something she could want.

jester’s her proudest when she’s doing things for other people, even if they maybe wouldn’t love her doing it if they knew— threatening beau’s dad because she hates that he hurt her, hearing that beau was thinking about leaving and marching in to modify memory a hag, writing astrid a letter because caleb seems like he liked her, asking essek if he likes caleb because caleb seems to like essek, painting yasha’s room in the xhorhaus, finding outfits for everyone. she struggles with how to rein in showing it and thinking first about the potential consequences, and is unsure how to navigate what it means when she’s shown it in return, but it’s messy and heartfelt and sincere. with her mom, she really clearly appreciates when her mom does do things for her— providing a home for her friend’s family, allowing the m9 to stay in the chateau, coming to the party with them despite her agoraphobia. i’m sort of banking on a scene where jester talks to her about it, apologizes for leaving, and reaffirms that it means a lot to her that marion is stepping out of her comfort zone for her.

beau:

words of affirmation. this is NO DOUBT something her parents didn’t give her, maybe ever. this is baked into her relationship with them— she knew that her father wanted a boy, he probably Told her this, and she wasn’t one. it’s something she could literally never be, an aspect she would be forever resented for, that would tinge everything her father ever said to her. her mother also probably didn’t give her much if any affirmation, as she was trying to police and fix beau’s behavior to avoid thoreau’s anger for both of them, and never properly elaborated to beau that her intention was to keep beau from being punished (not that it would have made it okay, for the record). it’s also why her conversation with her parents in 92 immediately threw her off, because for once they actually told her she’d impressed them, that she’d done good, and it’s rough as hell to see that.

unfortunately, it’s also the thing she’s least likely to get from everyone else unless she’s at her worst, because almost everyone else, including fanon, seems to have profoundly absorbed this idea that beau is rude and abrasive and sarcastic and she’s just. not. she might have been at the start, but she’s always been especially soft with jester, she and caleb are very mutually assured about the sort of affection they show each other, she’s always been either openly flirting with or just sort of tenderly awkward with and trying around yasha, she and caduceus have a fun and pretty peaceful dynamic i always love to see, and we know caduceus, for at least a while, considered beau his favorite.

then, there’s the characters she’s known for butting heads with the most: fjord, with whom she’s developing a sibling dynamic to rival hers with caleb and really obviously is ride or die for; nott, who used to openly insult beau and just about everyone else, and who is now 1/3 of the chaos crew beau is also in; and molly, whose death was a HUGE turning point for beau in terms of a) taking stock of her morals and how she intended to act on them and b) expressing love for someone so you know they know it, before it’s too late.

jester seems to see this the most, no surprise there, and dairon also sees a lot of potential in beau not because she’s strong or fast (she’s from a martially focused monastery), but because she’s smart. dairon talks about and to beau very affectionately compared to other mentor/guardian figures she’s had, and i think it means a lot to her coming from both jester and dairon. she certainly returns the favor for both of them.

fjord:

this one isn’t immediately apparent, so i’m gonna start by talking about the nature of his relationship with caduceus (and see where it gets me).

okay, i lied, i’m starting with molly.

fjord and molly had a thing. it’s clear in retrospect, and i’ve talked about it, but i think it has to do with where fjord was in his quest to reinvent himself. molly was someone who, for all intents and purposes, had flawlessly become a new person— not necessarily because of a concerted effort to change who lucien was, but a different person nonetheless. fjord wanted desperately to believe that that was attainable for him, and thus saw a lot in investing in molly. molly was a silent affirmation that fjord could really pull this off, could really reinvent himself and be fine.

also, molly was hot. enough said.

caduceus, on the other hand, offered something different. caduceus came along right before fjord’s willingness to help uk’otoa was first tested— fjord rose to the occasion, but the whole time there was someone new along, someone whose faith in his deity seemed assured. assured, that’s something fjord never had.

afterward, he got to see what it meant to believe in a god like that, and he started to want in. caduceus seems like a very honest person— though really, it’s just because m9 doesn’t know the right questions to ask him— and his god is the god of the sea, too, right? fjord really lost a rock in molly the way i don’t think a lot of people realize, and it’s why his swallowing the summer’s dance felt so meaningful. he was keeping a part of molly with him, and i wonder if he misses that part of his falchion. after he lost his inspiration for recreation, he started to put stock into authenticity as the answer, and caduceus as the vehicle. and the wildmother was very accepting, too, took him in like a lost sheep.

where fjord is now, i think he values the covenant (which i realize i actually define later, so if i forget to reorganize these before i post, then oops) in a similar way to caleb. more specifically, though, he decidedly the word owe in talking to beau about the group’s relationship, which, among other things, speaks to acts of service. fjord has work to do to earn his place as a paladin of the wildmother (and a good amount of work to do indeed, if getting trounced by darrow was any indication), and he feels the need to repay caduceus for his help, companionship, and guidance. fjord also gets hurt and KO’d. a lot. i think he takes it on the chin as his role in the group— that’s his job, and he has faith in caduceus and jester to keep him up. they’re not done yet, they haven’t finished serving one another, so beau leaving is of considerable offense (near-mutinous, to be specific).

caleb:

words MEAN SHIT to caleb, you can tell in the way he talks. everyone remembers the times he’s told nott he loves her, he responds best to beau because i think he really loves the way she talks, he shows his feelings in really passionate speeches to nott, to beauregard, and most recently to essek. there’s absolutely a reason why so many goddamn quotes from campaign 2 are attributed to this dude, and it’s because he monologues like a fucking champ. their group is named after his accent.

as for receiving love, though, i think it’s a little different. we know from talks that he’s placed a lot of value on the things jester has done for him, and moreover to be herself as someone who gives recklessly, but as far as we know he doesn’t intend to do anything with it. with nott, i’m tempted to create a new category that’s something like a covenant? he and nott agreed to travel together and help each other under the worst conditions, and they’ve stuck to this fastidiously. this covenant, this commitment to the group, is something he extends to everyone— he is not willing to walk away from this, and hasn’t been for a long time, he believes in all of them, truly, what they can do— and cherishes the fact that everyone has kept this, except for two very specific moments. beau, when she introduced the threat of her leaving the party, and yasha, when she was taken over by obann. for beau, he actually seemed fairly quiet compared to fjord, and i’m not sure yet on why this is, other that i think he trusted fjord and jester to talk her down. as for yasha, he seems to be really invested in commiserating with yasha as two haunted ones (literally), and sees her as someone who also really values the group but sees her ability to belong as tarnished by what she’s done.

for the purposes of this, i’m gonna refer to it as that, as a covenant (yes i’m a failed church kid, what of it) and as separate from acts of service, because it’s more akin to the promise of one major, permanent act of service to each other. i wonder if it’s this steadfastness in that idea that partially led caduceus to continue and develop the idea of his role, because caleb and the rest of team cockroach, as i call them, were gonna keep that covenant if it killed them, and caduceus could keep them from getting killed, at the very least, if he entered into it.

but anyway, that covenant now extends to essek, if he decides to take it. and if he does, that will mean something infinite to caleb, i think.

caduceus: acts of service.

okay. i wanna talk about caduceus and danger.

caduceus doesn’t heal himself. we know this. he heals everyone else, and not himself.

i’ve been checking critrole stats on this, and if i’m reading correctly, he has taken the most damage (157) in one episode than anyone else. and it’s not a small margin. the closest is yasha (129) and i’m almost certain that’s from the episode where she decided to literally get attacked until she passed out. i was trying to guess which episode this was from, and then it hit me: probably the episode where he fucking died, right? because it really just never came up again.

caduceus has: started to drown at least 3 times in his first month on the job, been killed by nott, been beaten near to death when yasha was charmed, and been very quietly and very badly stabbed in the back by a disappearing assassin. he’s also died at home, as a family tradition.

there’s a million better meta posts about caduceus’s relationship with death, or even about him not healing himself, but I just want to set it as potential precedent for the idea that caduceus, to some degree, sees value in himself as someone who doesn’t mind dying in a fight. for one thing, it’s been a temporary thing almost from day one with m9, as jester immediately invested in diamonds when they got back to town. it’s not his first rodeo, either, and his family has normalized death to an, and i say this more because of how it’s affected him rather than because i dislike the idea of normalizing death, an upsetting degree.

giving healing, that’s his job, but eliminating himself as someone who needs help or healing, well, that’s healing in a way, too, right? if he doesn’t get healed, it’s more for everyone else. worst comes to worst, jester can heal him if need be. or, y’know. not heal him.

caduceus’s relationship with m9 has noticeable transaction rhetoric, and i wonder where that really fits in with his family. obviously, his role in the family was implied as the one who stayed behind, and his parents definitely imparted a need for him to be stable, a role he’s continued to fill for m9 to his quiet detriment but i think he’s also jumped on the opportunity to finally be the older one, the wiser one, of the group. there’s a power caduceus has over the group that’s really understated— they just sort of listen to him, even if what he’s saying doesn’t actually make sense, because he started with nott, beau, and caleb as a wise savior, a protector, and upon finding the others, it’s not like jester, fjord, or yasha were filling that role. molly certainly wasn’t either— it’s funny, how in retrospect caduceus seems inevitable to the group because they really didn’t have anyone like him. the closest thing to a voice of reason they had was fjord and caleb, and early on, caleb was not in great standing because of his and nott’s perceived standoffishness, and fjord threw up ocean water, so like, what’s up with that, right?

at the very least, he definitely believes he owes the mighty nein something, a role to fill, a job to perform. a service to act out, if you will. his job is to heal, and he does less healing if he heals himself. he seems to view him taking a hit as a win, in a way— it’s a hit that someone else doesn’t take.

i have a lot of hope that reconnecting with his family and seeing how he’s grown while they haven’t allows him to revisit his notions of what he needs to be, and i have a lot of hope that moving forward, he’ll be able to invest more in the other motif he’s developed, which is gift-giving: fjord, with the star razor; his sisters, with the hat (which seems small but like. boy’s had it for a while) and the flute; and, most recently, in helping jester pick out everyone’s outfits. it allows him to feel like he’s giving something to the people he cares about without it hurting him.

yasha:

truly everything. it’s hard to get a read because yasha really just soaks in all the love m9 wants to give her. if i had to guess further, i’d say we should look at her and molly’s relationship, because molly’s the only character we’ve seen her unabashedly love, and the thing that stood out most to me was physical touch. that echoes really depressingly with her “fight” in 89— she got something out of being that close to someone, even if it felt like reparation or atonement, and i think the only person in m9 who’s been really unafraid to touch yasha is jester.

i’ll admit i have a soft spot for yashter, but, like, it’s there, right? the obvious trust, the faith jester has in yasha and the fear and turmoil when that was tested? i remember really clearly jester giving yasha a piggyback ride in zadash in an early ep, and like— when’s the last time someone was strong enough to do that? when’s the last time someone wanted to do that for yasha? everyone’s mistrusted yasha to some degree for the entire run of the campaign, and, like, how much did her hopes to get close to everyone else just evaporate after the king’s cage? does she really even believe she can have it again? she was so close— jester trusted her fully, she and beau were in a comfortable mutual place with flirting, she’d talked to caduceus and jester about zuala, she even felt comfortable picking up nott and throwing her around (which, by the way, i love their dynamic).

she seems to have leaned more into the protective, threatening stance since they got her back, which, if she’s comfortable with it, is just fine— maybe she’s shifting more towards acts of service, but i just hope it isn’t her just accepting the idea that everyone will always be afraid of her, that she won’t be close like that again. because molly wasn’t afraid of her. jester wasn’t, and i don’t think she is, now— but fjord showed a lot of distrust, and i think yasha’s scared of the degree to which she hurt beau and how to even broach that discussion, and she attacked them, how could they ever forgive her or trust she wouldn’t do it again?

(i wish i had a happier end to this, so i’ll just say that she did seem comfortable last ep, and that she may or may not have interest in getting a tattoo from jester? interesting stuff.)

veth:

on a person to person level, veth definitely feels she and caleb are acting on the promise they’ve made to help each other— now she’s reached it, things are a bit more nebulous, but it’s obvious she wants to stick around for him. i’ll admit, her words to everyone in 97 were a bit surprising to me— she hasn’t really been good at conveying emotion like that before unless she’s desperate or really upset, and i imagine it was something she started planning in her head to say to everyone as soon as the first ritual didn’t work. that might be, i think, what she felt as relief, just not being able to articulate what she wanted to say to everyone.

as for her family, veth believes she owes her best self to yeza and luc— she kept herself from them not because she couldn’t have gone back, but because she felt like someone else, like someone worse, and the exaggerated tendencies from her previous life only reinforced this— she didn’t believe she deserved to be around them, before now. before caleb, i don’t know if she had any hope for returning to them at all, and he changed that entirely.

i’m also very interested in why veth is able to reconcile her marriage with yeza as veth with her loving caleb as nott, and if she sort of considers herself as two different people. we’ve seen so little of what she feels comfortable expecting from other people— for now, i’d say acts of service seems appropriate? but maybe something closer to just. fulfilling promises.

bonus: for the other two who are considered part of the mighty nein

kiri:

words of affirmation. i’m a HUGE kenku stan, anyone who’s played d&d with me knows this, and i’m especially fascinated with the relationship with words when you can only speak the words you hear/remember. on the most basic level, if you speak to kiri, you are giving her a gift, you’re giving her the ability to speak, too. and if those words are affirming, then she can say them back! and you’re giving them to her, in a sense, to use as she pleases and repeat them to herself, even, and i just love that image— her, to herself, saying “i love you” in other people’s voices. i’m ride or die for kenkus, and kiri started it.

essek:

okay, so almost everyone in the m9 could be read as needing words of affirmation, because it’s so clear that they need more love and knowledge of love than they’ve received, and have found it in each other. essek has quite literally found it in m9 for the first time. he absolutely needs all of these, like, ASAP, but i think it’s what everyone says to him that get him the most. caleb’s speech, obviously, but it’s also them casually referring to him as their friend, it’s jester’s messages, even if he’s busy. it’s important to say, though, that i think it’s a specific type of affirmation: things that have nothing to do with his magic ability (and moreover, any of these gifts that have nothing to do with it). essek’s built his entire life on the idea that he is someone incredibly powerful and smart for his age— m9 are probably the first people to make him feel like he was more than that, because they want to know about the rest of him, and in becoming friends with them, he’s confronting the fact that he doesn’t really believe there is a rest of him. they want to know a part of himself that he at best has neglected and has been neglected by others, and at worst that he believes does not exist. when they talk about him as a friend, it adds to who he can be. he’s seeing, for the first time, that he can exist as someone else than his abilities and his ambition.

i initially started off with words of affirmation and he clearly needs that, but i think he really just needs all of these in a very specific way: he needs to feel love that is not based in merit, that pertains to who he actually is in this life rather than what he can become in the next, that values the life he’s living right now, because he’s not getting that from the dynasty. it seems like a low bar, maybe, to people who only have the one life, as far as we know, but his arc this campaign shows that it really, really isn’t.

369 notes · View notes

tigereyes45 · 4 years

Text

An Embrace like Her’s

A request for @ajcutiecat

Also on Ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27378811

If you have a request feel free to make one! We’ll all get through this election together!

______________________________________________

The Midnight Hammer does not sway the way the Ball-Eater did when cutting through the ocean. What is unmistakably the fault of thick layers of ice before their path. Never had he imagine himself sailing. Forever Caduceus expected to spend his life peacefully in the Blooming Grove. Caring for the graves, growing his tea, brewing it for dinner as Colton and Calliope would finish the rest of their meal. Even now despite the bitter cold he can imagine those meals. Heat rising from the steamed veggies. Clarabelle preferred her tea hot, but his older siblings liked their cold. He'd pour there's first. Colton always finished his first cup before Calliope would even finish receiving her first. Then he'd heat the pot. To the point where it risked cracking the pot. Only then was it warm enough for the daring Clarabelle. His parents would both patiently wait for theirs to cool down.

He can still remember the way he'd pour each of their cups. Even that gentle breeze that would stick with them throughout dinner. Eventually even lulling them to sleep. It's easy to get lost in those memories. To crave rest after being gone for so long. Especially on a journey like this. When they go from one place so foreign and strange to another even further land. Another slight breeze of freezing cold air weasels it's way through his layers of clothes. He tries not to show his discomfort. In the end he's not alone in suffering this weather after all, and tonight was a moment of victory. Avantika was gone. If not forever then at least for now. Fjord must feel immensely proud of himself. He deserves to.

Heavy steps race across the cargo hold. It was a small area, so even soft steps echo and bounce off the walls. Yet whoever this was, was in a rush. Caduceus raises his head up from the warmth of his chest. There heading straight for him, was the very man who his thoughts were drifting too. Fjord, dressed in his regular clothes and a slightly heavier coat, was rubbing his hands furiously up and down his arms. His green skin was paler then usual. Could that be a sign of frost nipping at him? Worry grips him, and Caduceus catches himself frowning.

"Fjord,"

"Ah there you are Caduceus. Caleb said you were down below, napping." Nervously Fjord smiles. His teeth chatter as even his tusks bounce. They tear at his frozen lips. His skin ripping slightly from their points. The injuries were fresh. Caduceus watches as in these brief seconds of silence new cuts appear. That must hurt. Surely it does. Could he not feel them?

"I attempted meditating, but" Caduceus smiles politely. "the cold makes it difficult."

"Caleb says it may be a bit before he comes down to set up the dome."

"Today was a long day."

"This journey has been long."

Caduceus nods, unable to do anything but agree. "It has."

Fjord shifts in place. Turning his body partially away Fjord's eyes drift up. Instantly boots stomp above, as if on cue. The young warlock's yellow eyes flicker back and forth. He's nervous. If not for the cold Caduceus was sure his palms would be sweaty. They often were when he's unsure of what to say. Which means Fjord wants something. Caduceus sits straighter. Allowing his knees to fall to the side from where they were before. His chest aches from the sudden lost of heat.

"So are you tired?"

Caduceus leans his head to the side. Thankfully his hair drifts down, covering the slight curve of his lips. It's hard not to smile when he tries to be brave. It's admirable. Many things about Fjord are.

"I could rest." Swimming had taken a lot from him. Especially clinging to Caleb's whale back. Jester had far more control over those ropes then he had.

"Ah, alright." Fjord risks a glance back at him. His left hand instinctually moving to scratch the back of his neck. "Would you," he coughs quickly into his hand. "mind if I joined you?" Immediately red flushes his pale green cheeks.

"Only because it's so cold. It's easier to conserve body heat when you rest with someone else." Caduceus doesn't need the excuse. Slowly he nods taking some joy from the way Fjord anxiously watches. It's a cruel thoughts, he knows, but Fjord's face looks better when he's trying hard not to appear embarrassed.

Caduceus opens up his arms and Fjord walks closer. He tries not to look happy as he lays down. Even going so far as to not smile until his face was against Cad's chest. The embrace made the ship feel ten times warmer. Though it's entirely possible that it is his own racing heart, pumping blood throughout his body twice as fast as before that could be heating him up. That too would be because of Fjord. So the reason why he's warmer does not matter in the end. Only that they both were.

Gently Caduceus wraps one arm under Fjord's head. Carefully cradling him as his other arm snakes around his back. In return Fjord pushes his head deeper into Caduceus' winter outfit. His own deep green shirt never coming close to the lovely tone of Fjord's skin. Even when it's cold and has frost nipping away at him.

"Just until Caleb comes down." Fjord promises. Already his words were slowing down. A yawn escapes on the end of down.

"It can last longer if you prefer." He wants to ask Fjord not to move. If they could just stay like this for the rest of the journey his heart would never struggle keeping his body warm. Alas Caduceus knows how impractical that is. In the end Fjord will pull away. Perhaps because he'll be warm enough, or maybe it's out of fear of burdening Caduceus. One is understandable, but Caduceus will always try his best to alleviate the other. He never wants Fjord to feel fear in his arms. If he could, he would always be a warm, welcoming embrace, just like the Wildmother.

Fjord holds him tighter. One last squeeze of strength before drifting to sleep altogether. Caduceus waits for his hold to slack. He waits to have to hold Fjord closer in order to keep the pair of them warm, but Fjord's arms never let go. Not even a little bit. Graciously Caduceus takes it as a sign and a little less apprehensively he let's himself rest.

#cr #teahaw #fjorclay #critical role #critrole #caduceus clay #fjord #cr fjord #cr caduceus #caduceus #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #ff

26 notes · View notes