#to live forever | yasha nydoorin

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@seeliecourt asked | (∗ 22﹕ sender finds receiver [ injured / bloodied ]

it was no surprise to her that she didn't hear essek approach. he floated more often than she realized. those heterochromic eyes found him before her fists did, so that was a good sign. yasha can even see his lips move, but that's all it is with the haze to her brain.

" hello, essek . . . whatever you just spoke, i'll need you to repeat . . . " she lifted her hand from the wound at her ribcage, a bit of blood seeping out at the loss of pressure. " if you could find me jester or caduceus, i'd be very appreciative . . . my chest feels very tight right now . . . " yasha mumbled out as she leaned forwards and put her head on the table.

#v: main | sv; essek #to live forever | yasha nydoorin #yasha speaks #probably doing a job for the storm lord #got knifed #not feeling too good #injury tw

[gayerfurtherfaster]

I've been tasked with learning how ChatGPT works for something related to my day job and this is, of course, how I choose to spend my time.

Prompt: write 500 words about Beauregard Lionett and Yasha Nydoorin meeting Maura Isles and Jane Rizzoli. Both couples are married.

In a serendipitous turn of events, the lives of two remarkable couples intersected—Beauregard Lionett and Yasha Nydoorin, along with Maura Isles and Jane Rizzoli. These couples, each married and deeply committed to their partners, found themselves in a chance encounter that would forever alter their lives. It was a meeting of kindred spirits, a meeting that would forge a lasting bond of friendship and understanding.

The fateful encounter took place during an international conference on law enforcement and forensic sciences. Beauregard and Yasha, renowned adventurers and defenders of justice, were invited as guest speakers to share their unique experiences in navigating perilous quests. Meanwhile, Maura and Jane, esteemed medical examiner and detective duo, were attending the conference to share their expertise in forensic investigations.

The crowded conference hall buzzed with anticipation as the audience awaited the appearance of these exceptional individuals. When Beauregard and Yasha took the stage, their presence commanded attention, their charisma captivating the crowd. The stories of their daring adventures and unwavering dedication resonated deeply with Maura and Jane, who were no strangers to perilous situations and the pursuit of justice.

After their respective presentations, Beauregard and Yasha found themselves mingling with fellow attendees, including Maura and Jane. The connection between the couples was instant, a magnetic pull that transcended their different backgrounds and experiences. They discovered shared passions for justice, integrity, and the relentless pursuit of truth.

As the evening unfolded, the four individuals exchanged stories, laughter, and insights. Beauregard's sharp wit and Yasha's quiet strength mirrored Jane's tenacity and Maura's precision. Their conversations flowed effortlessly, filled with a mutual understanding and appreciation for the challenges they faced in their respective professions and personal lives.

Over time, their bond deepened as they discovered that beneath the surface, they shared similar struggles, aspirations, and a profound desire to make a difference in the world. They found solace in one another, knowing that their partners could never fully comprehend the unique burdens they carried. Their connection was a testament to the power of finding kindred spirits in unexpected places.

Throughout subsequent meetings and shared adventures, the couples nurtured their friendship, supporting each other through triumphs and tribulations. They became a pillar of strength for one another, offering guidance, perspective, and unwavering loyalty. Their interactions transcended the boundaries of their professions and personal lives, enriching them on a deeply emotional and spiritual level.

Together, Beauregard, Yasha, Maura, and Jane formed an unbreakable alliance, a formidable force of justice and compassion. Their friendship served as a reminder of the resilience of the human spirit and the profound impact that genuine connections can have on one's life. They celebrated each other's victories, mourned each other's losses, and drew inspiration from the unwavering support they received.

In the end, their meeting was not a threat to their marriages, but rather a testament to the strength and depth of their commitments. Their relationships with their partners remained unwavering, built on a foundation of love, trust, and shared experiences. The bond between the couples was an additional source of support, understanding, and growth that enhanced their individual relationships and enriched their lives.

As the years passed, the friendship between Beauregard, Yasha, Maura, and Jane continued to thrive. They faced new challenges and triumphs, secure in the knowledge that they had found kindred spirits to walk alongside them on their respective journeys. Their connection was a testament to the power of forging deep friendships that transcend boundaries and offer unwavering support, even within the confines of marriage.

In the story of Beauregard, Yasha, Maura, and Jane, the meeting of two extraordinary couples showcased the capacity of the human heart to expand and embrace connections beyond the confines of traditional expectations. It served as a reminder that love and friendship can coexist, strengthening the bonds that hold us together and reminding us of the vast potential for connection and growth in the world.

#beauyasha #rizzles #chatgpt

[pomp-and-circumstance]

Oh my God. Ok. Everybody stop everything. This baby Critter needs to get a few things off my chest.

Episode 105. The dream. A tumultuous past behind her, but peace before her. The feather in front of the shakles. Zuala’s voice. I’m proud of you. Don’t let me be a shackle.

So like, I watch this show live. I was watching highlights of CR before I started watching Campaign 2 from the beginning. I knew this sequence was coming up, and I had an idea of the depth of Zuala’s words, but I had no idea just how deeply they ring. I believe there’s record of Yasha last seeing Zuala alive during her execution before she ran away, and I can’t imagine what that all must entail; not just the guilt, but what she must have seen, what she must have heard. (Did Zuala know she was there? Did they make eye contact before Yasha turned and ran?) That means, up to this point, the lasting memory Yasha held of her late wife are the moments before her death. Was Zuala afraid? Defiant? Will we ever know?

Regardless, we know Yasha holds tremendous guilt and turmoil. She’s called herself a coward from very early on. But now we have the Storm Lord, giver of tough love and trials, who wants to see what she’d do with the opportunity to have closure. But the thing is, Yasha is beyond that point. She’s got a family now, she’s had numerous moments of growth and bonds with the Nein, not to mention developing feelings for Beau, and to reach to Zuala would be to continue to tie herself to her past. One she can’t get back. One she can’t change. She knows what that looks like; she’s seen it in Caleb. She’s seen growth beyond her circumstances; she’s seen that in Beau. She’s been given love with no expectations in return; she gets it from Jester. She’s seen leadership and caring, and renewed identity; it happens in Fjord. She knows the struggle for your desires is great, but sharing that burden with others helps you carry the load; she’s done it for Veth.

Her past holds nothing anymore. She can’t grow with someone who is gone. So she has to go.

And in that decision, she gets the closure she didn’t know she was chasing, but it’s the one that takes her final memory of Zuala and turns it on its head.

I’m proud of you.

Pride. Zuala has pride - I’ve seen you, Yasha, and I know this is what you want, but it isn’t what you need. You see that now.

Don’t let me be a shackle.

Yasha has been released, and it was all of her own doing. In that, she traverses the unknown road knowing the heaviest burden she carried has been left behind her.

It’s just a phenomenal moment of storytelling from Matthew Mercer, and a tremendous show of vulnerability from Ashley Johnson. I haven’t continued beyond this scene yet. I’m still reeling.

#critical role #s2ep105 #critical role spoilers #yasha nydoorin #ashley johnson #matthew mercer #it's gonna take me forever to recover from this #but i also think this is why Zuala has to be dead even though Yasha didn't see her die #because letting go of her past is such a crucial moment of character development for yasha #and Zuala living would only push her backwards not forwards #and why would the Storm Lord use Zuala in such a crucial dream if Yasha had the chance to go back and see her alive again? #narratively i don't think it makes sense #not to mention it would only make her SUPER conflicted about falling in love with Beau #and honey she don't need that kind of negativity in her life

[bimney424]

The last true M9 episode is happening this Thursday. I am not ready for it. It feels like I am losing a friend. A very close friend. I am forever grateful for this crazy ass show we call Critical Role & the adventures of the Mighty Nein. They have opened up my eyes to the world of DnD & to the amazing storytelling of one true genius Matthew Mercer. This is not the end of the Critical Role as a show, but the end of this campaign. I understand there will be more, but these characters or just, amazing. Unbelievable. So so relatable. From episode 1 we saw them grow & become these bad ass adventurers who made us laugh with their stupid antics. Made us cringe when they rolled bad. Made us cry when they had those heartfelt moments (Looking at you Laura Bailey & Jester’s ability to cry & take us on that emotional journey with her). This past episode put all Critters through the emotional wringer to say the least!!!! So, this is not a goodbye, but a see you soon to Critical Role & this amazing cast of voice actors who we love.

It is, however, a goodbye for now to the Might Nein. To Beauregard Lionett. Yasha Nydoorin. Fjord Stone. Jester Lavorre. Caduceus Clay. Veth Brenatto. Caleb Widogast. Mollymauk Tealeaf. Essek Thelyss. And the many many beloved NPCs that live in Matt’s head. Thank you for taking us on this amazing wonderful journey & hopefully we will hear more from these great heroes of Exandria, The Mighty Nein before too long.

#critical role #the end is here #i am so not ready for this #not even a little bit #thank you m9 #thank you matt mercer #thank you marisha #thank you ashley #thank you laura #thank you travis #thank you sam #thank you taliesin #thank you liam #thank you critical role #bring on camp 3! #thank you #beauyasha

[yankingmyvajane]

Heyyyyyy...

Virtual stranger here asking if you've had any luck accepting the saudade that has arisen for Beau and Yasha.

If so, please suggest techniques for this lesbian who is still deep in the throes of processing this complicated mix of longing to see them more and exalting in the sheer comfort of how seen, safe and validated they as characters and their beautifully genuine and realistic relationship makes me feel.

Grief and love are familiar yet perpetually confusing bedfellows. I am going to miss them forever and I'd like to be okay with at some point.

Hi friend. I definitely understand the feeling. It’s been a strange process. I think I’ve been preparing for so long and even though it’s over it still hasn’t really fully hit yet. That being said, I know we will see them again someday. They will do at least one Mighty Nein oneshot, I am sure of it. And seeing them again will be so special. Maybe even an animated show someday too which I think could be a beautiful place to expand upon their relationship by adding little moments that perhaps we didn’t see in the game. Who knows. There will always be chances to see our girls again someday soon. Another place of peace is knowing how much h they mean to me. I will never have to say goodbye to them fully because they will always be living in me. The passion this fandom has for these two women will never die down even years from now. I will certainly still be talking about them, and while it’s not the same as seeing them each week, it is still special and important to hold on to the impact they’ve had on us, on you. Don’t let that go. Embrace it and let it guide you forward in your art or even just your thoughts and expression. And if you ever want to just talk about your love for Beauregard Lionett and Yasha Nydoorin, come find me. I will always be willing to discuss. Much love to you.

#Beauyasha #I’m sure this won’t help much #but I am here regardless

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@intothewildsea asked | he wants me. just me

The aasimar would narrow her eyes, her brow knits together tightly as her eyes flicker to that of the man who inhabits the body of the one that they adore. There is almost an audible growl that leaves her lungs, her lip almost curling at the idea of that bastard of a soul laying a hand on Niamh. Yes, she knew it was still Molly's body, but the soul that inhabited their shell now? No. This was not allowed to happen.

"You can't. I know that it's them, technically, but you can't risk that. You can't soil that activity with that." She argues, her brow furrowing as she shakes her head. "You can't go with him...it's not safe. Molly would kill me if I let you go, please, Niamh..." she takes her hand in hers, giving it a tight squeeze. "...I want Molly back just as bad...but there's no guarantee...and I don't want you to lose those memories to him."

#v: main | sv; niamh #to live forever | yasha nydoorin #yasha speaks #ugh #my heart hurts at the idea #damn youuuuuuuu arlo!

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@intothewildsea asked | [ LICK ] : sender licks something from their thumb or lips in front of receiver.

They were going to be celebrating Molly's 'birthday' in the next few hours or so. He had become a semi-permanent resident in the back of their property; what was supposed to have been a guest house for their friends to stay at from time to time, was now his lavishly decorated quarters. Nobody minded his taste in decor. He did like the good stuff. But this day was special. Yasha had told him to stay for the week, which he was happy to accept, and she and Niamh had been planning the biggest party yet for him.

But, since she was a better cook than a baker, Niamh was the one who was doing the more complicated thing of baking and decorating for the party. Yasha couldn't help but stare as she watched her do her work (there was very little left for her to do for the party except cook the big meal which wouldn't come until later). But somewhere along the lines, her mind started to wander.

It was definitely in the gutters by the time she watched Niamh begin to taste the icing to see if it was too sweet or needed something a little extra. But Yasha felt like she was making a mess on purpose. Especially when she saw the rather large glob on her lower lip. Okay. That was it. She was going to explode.

Her lips pressed into a tight line as she held back a feral sound that dared to leave her lips, instead leaning more towards a slight clearing of her throat as she stood up tall and began to walk over to her.

"Excuse you...that's my job." Yasha took hold of her hand delicately, eyeing the pad of her finger that had been coated in the decadent chocolate icing and remembering it for later. She pulled her closer and leaned down, the arm around her waist pressing their bodies together as she kissed her, cleaning up what remained of the sweet icing remained. It was more of a hungry kiss, and she dared to tease her with a soft nip as she pulled away, lapping the ganache off her finger in one quick swoop as she walked back to her spot as if nothing had just happened.

"Not too heavy on the chocolate...he'll like it a lot."

#v: cr | sv; niamh #to live forever | yasha nydoorin #yasha speaks #oh boy #steamy ladies

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[ CLOSE ]  our muses have sex in lotus position,  clinging to each other desperately.  (yashaaaaa)

Yasha doesn't even remember exactly how they got here. But there is really no complaining about it. She just remembers coming home, a little worse for wares. There had been some words, a bit of 'arguing' if you could call it that, but it evolved. From soft touches, hands smoothing along skin in worry. It devolved into soft kisses traveling and dusting from lips to jaws, neck to shoulders, and every inch in between. Next came the undoing of buttons and laces and the removal of garments. Hands explored and teased. There was aching for more.

And now they were nothing but a heap on the floor. Yasha held Niamh so carefully in her arms. Niamh sat so prettily in her lap, legs wrapped loosely around her waist to keep herself balanced. Yasha was leaned forwards, kissing along her decolletage, one hand between them as she thrust two digits within her lover's slick sex, her thumb swiping along her sensitive clit and beckoning her closer to her peak. It was incredible to watch Niamh melt into her touch, her sounds of pleasure an orchestra in her ears. The way she grinds down onto her hand, into her pelvis, gods, Yasha could die happily in these moments.

"You're so beautiful..." Her words were soft and delicate against the shell of her ear as Yasha kissed along her shoulder, her teeth leaving small marks here and there for her to reminisce on when she had to leave. The small stories that would keep her wanting more and keeping their love alive when they had to be apart from one another.

#v: main | sv; niamh #to live forever | yasha nydoorin #yasha speaks #the seal and the sword | niamh x yasha #<3 #not safe for selkies

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@intothewildsea asked | ❝ You’ll forget about me when you start your travels again, when we’re apart the feelings will fade. They always do, right? ❞

If words could've broke her, the ones Niamh spoke just did. The barbarian would turn to look at her beauty. There was only a singular hurt that was this equal to. Moving over to her, Yasha was gentle as she took the woman's face into her hands, her thumbs gently brushing along her cheeks and under her eyes.

"Your image is burned into my brain. Every time I leave you behind, I leave a part of my heart, my soul, Niamh." She leans down and pulls her close for a kiss, letting it linger for a good, long moment. When she pulls away, she presses their foreheads together, her arms drawing her close.

"I always think of you. What you're doing. What you've done to take care of yourself...how I cannot wait to return here to this little cottage...you are all I want, and more..."

#v: main | sv; niamh #to live forever | yasha nydoorin #yasha speaks #THE GIRLFRIENDS #TOGETHER FOREVER

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@intothewildsea asked | [ reunion ] a longing kiss shared after being apart for a while

A bright smile washes over the woman's features as she can see her love digging in the garden, and when she, too, is spotted, there is naught but joy in the champion as she drops her belongings. Jogging up quickly, Yasha picks her wife up and into her arms, swinging her 'round in circles, wanting to hold her tight for just a few moments longer. To prevent her from getting too dizzy, Yasha sets her down and gives a bit more of a gentle smile.

She cups her cheeks so lovingly, brushes those beautiful blonde trusses from her face before leaning down and pressing their lips together in a gentle kiss. It is hungry, doubt this not, but Yasha knows a little bit of self restraint. Her lips wish to bruise, to show how much she has missed her, but she conveys her longing, wishing to remember this moment for the next trip she must take. Yasha prayed to herself that that wouldn't be for a while longer...she had just returned home...she didn't want to go anytime soon...

#v: main | sv; niamh #to live forever | yasha nydoorin #yasha speaks #( the seal and the sword | niamh x yasha ) #<3

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@intothewildsea asked |  The wind howls outside as Niamh steps into the little house, shaking snow from her hair. "It's freezing outside!" She kicks off her boots, shucks off her coat, and in seconds is crawling into the bed beside Yasha, snuggling underneath the blankets. "Feel my hands!" She presses them to her lover's forearm. "They're like icicles!"

Her head leaned back to look through the door of the cottage, a spoon hanging from her mouth as she raises a brow to the howling outside. A slight grin comes to the woman’s features as she watches Niamh come into the house, the snow sliding off at just the slightest wiggle of her companion’s head. “Looks like it.” She called back, watching as the woman crosses the room in a hurry before divebombing under the blankets and up to her. A bit of a gasp and a squeal leaves the woman as her smaller love presses against her, instantly sucking all the heat away from her. 

“H-Hey!! Keep the chill to yourself, brat!” Yasha was quick to laugh as she bundled up Niamh like a burrito and tucked her on her side of the bed. “You’re taking all the warmth away! Now stay put and get warm while I get you some tea and soup.” She chuckled, shaking her head as she climbs out of the bed and moves to the kitchenette of the cottage.

#v; cr | sv; niamh #to live forever | yasha nydoorin #yasha speaks #<3 <3 <3

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kisses Yasha & also playfully pats her butt (Niamh misses her gorl)

The aasimar blinks a bit at the kiss, and to the pat of her rear end, a bit of a soft chuckle leaves her lips. wraps her arm around Niamh’s shoulder and pulls her closer as she presses a kiss against her temple. “Hello to you too, Niamh...was I gone too long this time around?” She grinned before nuzzling into the top of her head, just taking in the feeling of being back with her love.

#v; cr | sv; niamh #To Live Forever | Yasha Nydoorin #Yasha speaks #otp | the seal and sword #<3 <3 <3 #intothewildsea

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❛ Laughter is poison to fear. ❜ for YAsha

Yasha raised her brow in curiosity at the periwinkle tiefling, but then a softer smirk came to her lips as she leaned her head to the side. “Is that why Nott does those horrible jokes in the middle of battle?” The aasimar looked over to goblin and then back to their cleric, a bigger grin on her features. “It’s a good spell, I’ll give her that.”

#v; cr | sv; Jester #To Live Forever | Yasha Nydoorin #Yasha speaks #tolltheundead

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Jester leans up to wrap her arms around Yasha. Warm and tight, she holds her for a moment. A soft smile on her lips, "Im glad youre here."

The aasimar blinks as she feels the arms wrap around her, confusion is the first thing to hit her, but then the realization hits her. A soft, almost nonexistent smile appears over her lips as she leans down a bit, allowing an easier time for jester to give her this hug. Her own arms wind around her waist and hold the smaller being close to her as she leans down and nuzzles infinitesimally against her shoulder. “Thank you, Jester...I am...glad to be here. I uhm, appreciate you never giving up on me....”

#v; cr | sv; Jester Lavorre #To Live Forever | Yasha Nydoorin #Yasha speaks #tolltheundead

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💓 (for yashaaaaa)

Send “💓” to listen to my muse’s heartbeat!

The aasimar looked down to her blonde lover and raised a brow curiously. Cuddling between them was normal, but Niamh placed her head right atop her clavicle, body splayed out overtop of her, arms holding her very tightly. A soft rumble of a chuckle left her chest as her own arms wrapped tightly around her little deity and held her close. “You know, it’s not like my heart is going to leap out of my chest...unless you’re trying to memorize the sound and the beat, then that’s fine.” Yasha grinned a bit more before giving her a tight squeeze before nuzzling down and into her curly head of hair

#v; cr | sv; niamh #To Live Forever | Yasha Nydoorin #Yasha speaks #otp | the seal and sword #intothewildsea

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Send 💟 for a delicate kiss. (yasha

Yasha sees her face among those familiar of the Mighty Nein and a softer look comes to her features. There she is. Her latest mission had been a little harder than she had thought, but it didn’t stop her from coming back to the group. She sees her deity rise from her spot by the campfire and trot close to her. Her arms reach out and wrap around her tightly, holding her with all the love she can muster without it being overwhelming. Her hand runs along those golden, bouncy trusses as she nuzzles against her.

Pulling away just slightly, the Aasmiar woman is able to adjust her head enough so that she can lean down and capture her love’s lips in a sweet, delicate kiss, as if she would break and crumble at any given moment. But...this is routine. She is soft and gentle and warm at first, but when they are alone, they are passionate and overwhelming. Being away from each other for days at a time could be stressful, so when they were finally together, it was time to unwind.

#v; cr | sv; niamh #To Live Forever | Yasha Nydoorin #Yasha speaks #otp | the seal and sword #best girls <3 #queue of a kind #intothewildsea