"you know, love isn't anything like it's described in the books that we read."
"......you mean, like...the porn books...? that we read??"
"well are they like porn though, or are they just the way relationships are for real though?"
"well."
"?"
"....uhhhhhhhh..............."
"IT'S OK WE DON'T HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THIS TONIGHT I KNOW EVERYTHING ALREADY IT DOESN'T MATTER *TURNS OVER IN BED AND PRETENDS TO SLEEP*"
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cr and probably dnd ships in general are wild because it’s like
1. the sexiest bitch with a bow to ever live x a very cute, to be queen who is sometimes stricken by acute social anxiety
2. literal anime guy with a gun x a hot half-elf with daddy issues
3. an affected bisexual with a death wish x an immortal, god-like woman with only grief in her future
4. a stoic man of the sea x an erotic graffiti artist with an impulsive streak
5. a bde jock x a tiefling that wouldn’t know how to bottom if her life depended on it
6. flower girl with a vicious past x traumatized lesbian who harbored a crush as a joke and then accidentally fell in love
7. the rich kid with stage fright x a widowed ballerina
8. a horse girl x the creepiest motherfucker you’ve ever seen
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Vampire Bashter AU?
Buckle up folks! TW: temporary character death.
“I want you to have my blood.”
Beau has to spit her soup to sputter “Yasha, what the fuck?!”. It spills hot and holy on her chin and she wipes it away with the back of her hand. Nothing comes with - Heroes Feasts are certainly something.
“I hate to echo Beauregard, but…” Caleb hesitates, grilled cheese mid-dip. He drowns it a little further. “Please, elaborate on that?”
Yasha fidgets. “I, well. The soup made me think of it, because blood is like your body’s soup, right-”
“Gross, not while we’re eating!”
“Sorry, Veth.” She winces. “I mean… I can’t really die. Or, I can, but I’ll just poof into mist and mosey on to where we left my coffin outside Aeor, right? On top of the rage rage rage thing.” Her fingers threaten her bowl’s integrity, so Beau eases her hands down. “I don’t want you to die,” Yasha admits softly. “I don’t - I know this isn’t -”
“Thank you for the offer, Yasha,” Fjord says gently. “It’s very thoughtful and considerate of you.”
The sentiment is echoed by the rest of the Nein, though with a lot more unease.
Yasha’s gaze scatters against Beau’s face. She can feel it as she pokes studiously at her rice. “Ah, Beau?”
“I’m staying me,” she says quietly. “If anything happens, I trust Jester and Caduceus to bring me back, and you to stop me from going down in the first place.” She grins weakly. “Besides, I can’t be your juicebox if we both… need… juice?” That made more sense in her head.
Jester’s hand flies up.
“I want to be a vampire!” she proclaims. “See, I already have the fangs for it, and I bet I’d be so cool-”
The Nein bicker back and forth, with Yasha vehemently insisting that no, she really wouldn’t want to be a vampire, and this is only just in case she dies. Fjord also agrees to the measure, just in case. Essek almost does, only to clench his fist, ears flattening very much like Frumpkin’s might.
Yasha slices the inside of her forearm (“I need these hands for swinging swords! Who would cut their palm?”). Her blood (Beau’s blood, taken and made new) looks just as red as the rest of theirs. Fjord, grimacing, uses a cup to gather it up and throws it back with a shudder.
Jester scoots over, takes Yasha’s hand. “That took too long,” she says brightly, before gently pulling her forearm close and pressing her lips to the wound.
Beau swallows hard. Holy shit. Looks away - stupid, she looked away to Yasha, whose eyes are cut red, fangs peeking out of her just open mouth.
It’s an agonizing few gulps (gulps, holy shit, the way her throat moves-) before Jester draws back with a gasp. When she wipes the rivulet of blood away (Yasha’s(Beau’s)), her sleeve comes away cherry red. Nothing heroic about this.
“That was hot,” Beau blurts out. She promptly shoves her bowl of soup to her lips and chugs.
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Lucien impales Jester with the claws of his wings. A butterfly pinned to a collector’s board, and just as perfect. Until he shakes her off and twists around to jab at Yasha, her own wings burning her with their dark light.
“Jester!” they scream, Caleb screams, Fjord screams, everything and everyone is screaming, because their heart has been skewered and their hearts have stopped beat-
She gasps
- beating. Beating, beating, as Jester gasps and hacks and hauls herself up on her elbows.
“I’m okay! I’m okay!”
Beau’s eyes catch on the red of her pupils, the red of her blood, the same shade between them, and has only a moment for her gut to lurch before it’s back to saving their friend (and maybe the world).
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Send me an AU/WIP (see my pinned post) + a ship and I'll give you a lil romantic moment for them set in that universe! Either a whole complicated HC or a lil snippet <3
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caleb: *knocks on the door*
jester: wHO ISSSS ITTTT
caleb: uh. it is caleb. uhh. i'm sorry, both of you, uh. beauregard i need to ask your advice on something, could you please...could i borrow you for a moment? is she awake?
beau: yeahhhh–
jester: she's sleeping still
beau: i'm sleeping i'm coming out
caleb: please be dressed
jester: she's naked
caleb: no,,
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Lmao there’s already c2 shipping drama in the cr tags, this rules. Absolute psycho shit.
For the record, here is the objectively correct listing of the major ships in c2 that I care about (the only important ones, because I had to see posts about them):
1. Beaujester - best ship, amazing chemistry, some of the best interactions.
2. Fjorester - great ship, natural progression, really interesting for each character’s growth.
3. Beauyasha - fine, would have been better if they ever stopped being so damn awkward.
4. Shadowghast- yay! annoying stans of both are interacting with each other.
5. Whatever Caleb/Nott was called idk - whatever.
6. Fjorclay - bad.
7. Other - other.
8. Widojest - none of you will see heaven (or understand either character as more than a self insert).
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