Man, I forgot how smitten Caleb was when Essek snapped on Fjord. Just look at him. He held that last pose for like 10 seconds straight. It was over then and there.

Wip

(I think I need to add that I should be studying instead)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Beauregard/Reanminere "Reani" (Critical Role), Implied Beau/Yasha - Relationship Characters: Beauregard Lionett, Reanminere "Reani" (Critical Role) Additional Tags: Femslash, Smut, Lesbian Sex, Oral Sex, Alcohol, Character Development, Casual Sex, Hair-pulling, Beau has a thing for women who could break her, Episode Tag Summary:

"I grab the back of her neck and I kiss her." "Reani definitely responds."

I absolutly love this fic and I wanted to share. Big props to walkthegale for writing it. I listened to the podfic but I wanted to link the original story.

~Some Vox machine season 2 spoilers ahead. ~

I just read an article on how the legend of vox machina has "finally animated one of its most romantic scenes" and its left me wondering a few things. I know we have 3 seasons to go but originally when we watched the first season I didn't realise how quickly they would be moving through the campain. I know in the campain we can be watching for 4 hours but in reality that will translate to not that long in animation, also with cutting alot of the talking about what to do, or shopping trips but I am still finding it quite fast. I know alot of people enjoy differnt things but the romance side of the campains are some of my favorite moments. While I absolutely love the show, the animation, characters, music, everything! I feel like the romance is falling alittle flat. I'm hoping in the last episodes and the 3rd season it may show more but even still as it goes on there are more pressing matters to deal with and in the time line I feel like some of the set up has been missed.

We have gotten to the point where Percy has given Vex her title, and she has stated that her heart belongs to someone else... with not much that a few very pink blushes here and there and a few darling this and that's. It lind of feels the same with the others also... im wondering if anyone else has opinions on this. Either way, no hate for Critical role or the show because they are still my number 1! But yeah, can't help but ponder

2 for the drabble prompt thing. Preferably Campain 1 of Critical Role, but any characters :) *p.s. I love your blog!

“Fine. I’ll do it.” He heaves a great sigh, making sure to look especially put upon.

Vax frowns. “Scanlan…”

“No, no, it’s alright. It’s my duty to the team after all.”

“Scanlan, you don’t-”

He puts both hands up. “Look, guys, I get it. We all have our roles to play. This just happens to be mine.”

“No, Scanlan, that’s not-”

“Hey you don’t have to keep twisting my arm,” he says with a grin. “I already said I’d do it. If we need someone to seduce that poor, sweet barmaid for information, I will fall on that sword. A gnome’s word is his word.”

“Scanlan!” Vex grabs his face and turns his head towards the bar, where a familiar armored figure is being lead upstairs by the hand. “I think Pike has it handled, darling.”

A work in progress, but I’ve been itching to draw all of the Nein as muppets… and I don’t know if I should be disappointed in myself for using my art degree for this, but life’s too short to have regrets.

We all know Jester and Yasha being disasters before Beau gets to the room was fUCKING BEAUTIFUL but imagine if Jester had for real left so it was just Beau and Yasha. Imagine the convo Beau and Yasha may have had. But also.

Imagine Jester going to stay with Caleb.

Fjord and Caduceus always room together, Beau and Jester, and Caleb and Veth. When Yasha was around earlier in the campaign she almost never stayed in inns with them and if she did she'd sleep on the floor or get a fourth room.

Imagine Jester going to spend the night with Caleb instead. Both of them just a tad bittersweet that their usual roommate wasn't available. Time to talk about the Tower or Mollygon. Or Trent or Astrid or Eodwulf.

Or just a gentle knock on Caleb's door, asking shyly to sleep in there because Beau and Yasha had some...stuff. And Caleb nodding quietly, and sitting and studying while Jester faked being asleep, both of them stealing glances while the other isn't looking. Caleb having Frumpkin cuddle with Jester on the other bed.

How lovely that would have been.

You know that feeling when...

Look at them!

I don’t care if I’m on hiatus, I need to share this

Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Ray is Caleb speaking to Essek as the years grow on him. As his clear pale skin becomes wrinkled and spotty, his posture gets slightly more hunched, and his eyes no longer sparkle.

And yet, Essek still loves him. Even though he’s no longer “beautiful.”

I'm now up to date on Critical Role

I started campain 1 on November 12th of 2021 and finished it on February 15th 2023.

I watched campain 2 from February 22nd to July 25th.

It took me from August 12th to November 15th to watch the 77 episodes of campain 3 that are currently out.

I am intending to watch thext episode live this Friday at 1pm, this is something I never thought I'd be able to do.

I don't know what to say really, just wow.

Being able to join in with the online community more and more these past few months, as I have had less spoilers to avoid, has meant the world to me. I'm just genuinely happy now. I'm happy to check my tumbler and see people interacting with my posts. I'm happy thinking about various imodna fanfiction I read. I'm just happy.

i was thinking about yeza and luc and it made me real sad so now you guys have to experience it too

imagine being yeza brenatto, husband to veth and father to 3 year old luc sitting in a cage in a goblin camp terrified that you might never get to go home

imagine being yeza, having just escaped with your three year old in your arms when your wife, your beautiful and brave wife, kisses you and says that she’ll be right behind you but you need to run and stay hidden. so you agree, so sure that she’ll make it out that you kiss her back and run

imagine pacing your house, having told the crownsguard what happened and that she’ll be right behind you. she was right behind you.

imagine a day passing, hoping that there’ll be a knock on the door and it’ll be her, ragged but alive. your son, finally waking up from the horrific nightmare, asks you where his mother is and you tell him that she’s on her way, that she’ll be here very soon. you hope against hope that you’re not lying to him because you need her to be alive too

imagine that day turning into a week, your nerves raw and body jumping at the slightest sound, your nights wakeful because you can’t miss her when she comes home. if...if she comes home. your son is distraught and you’re lost without her, she was always your better half and now you don’t know how you survived without her

imagine that week turning into a month, the hope fading and being replaced with grief. if she was coming home she’d be here, she wouldn’t abandon you and your son, she’s knows that you two need her. you ask the crownsguard if they’ve heard or seen anything and the only news they have is that the goblin clan was seen drowning someone before disappearing back into their camp. you desperately check on all those that had been kidnapped with you and your family, selfishly hoping that one of them is missing so that she might be alive because she can’t die, she wouldn’t die. but their families are whole and they offer you words of sympathy, especially those who were freed after you two had parted

imagine having to explain to your three year old that his mother isn’t coming home, his wide innocent eyes asking where she’s gone and when she’ll be back and now you have to explain to your son, who is only a toddler but now the last reminder you have of her, what death is and where his mother has gone. imagine the tears streaming from his eyes and the deafening shrieks leaving his mouth as he howls and cries for a mother who will never come home again. imagine holding your little boy as you cry too, the first tears you’ve shed since the ordeal that took her from you

imagine trying to return to life as normal, the absence of her painful and never ending. your son doesn’t like the food you prepare for him for breakfast, you don’t even like the food you’ve prepared. you and her cooked together, the kitchen so different to the lab where you two spent your days, but now everything lacks that special flavour that only she could create and it tastes like the shadow of the life you knew.

imagine waking up one morning six months after the ordeal and seeing the painting of the two of you from your wedding, so happy and so content, unknowing that your son, your beautiful luc, was on his way. the painting makes you angry. how could she leave you? how could she fucking die on you two like that? didn’t she know that you needed her? didn’t she know that you can’t remember a life without her in it? without her smile, her laugh, the way she tucked her hair behind her ears when she worked, the way she soothed luc in moments, the way she made you feel like the most intelligent and handsome person in the entire world. how could she leave you all alone like this? so you rip the painting from the wall and throw it into the cellar, along with all the things that remind you of her. soon the walls are bare and your son is screaming, he’s the only trace of her left. so you pull him into your arms and rock him as he screams, your tears wetting his curls, curls the same colour as her hair

imagine needing to rely on the village more than you ever have before. veth always knew the best times of day to get the best produce, she always remembered which customers had what orders, and she always had a knack for making people smile without even trying. you still can’t believe that she’d once been a little girl that you wouldn’t have looked at twice because she had been so radiant that to miss her would have meant you to be blind. your son is growing at a rate you never thought possible, his shoes don’t fit anymore and you can’t get any of his shirts over his head, his shoulders suddenly too broad for the button-downs she’d bought “just in case”. so now you need to ask your neighbors to help you get clothes that will fit him, soon the clothes your wife had once purchased for your son are all gone and another part of her is lost. you mourn the baby he’d been and the fact that she’ll never get to see him grow up

imagine a year passing, luc has just turned four and life is back to a sense of normalcy. you still miss her, you always will, and there are nights when you wake, hearing the last words she said to you and feeling the press of her lips against yours before she’s gone. you always reach for her but she’s too fast and you wake with a thundering heart, aching still for her to come home. you’ve recently ordered new herbs for your shop, wanting to experiment with something when the courier arrives with not only your crate of ingredients but a badly wrapped package wrapped with twine that says yeza brenatto, brenatto apothecary, felderwin on the top in shaky script. the courier doesn’t know who sent it, there’s so return address on the back but you take it anyway, curious. luc sits on the kitchen floor, playing with his toys, as you open the package at the table. a small pouch of money falls out, the coins rolling across the chipped wooden table. you count the coins, one, two, three, four, eighty gold pieces; you’ve never had this much money in your life and you want so desperately to know who sent it but whoever did tried to make sure you couldn’t. unwrapping the package further, there’s a smaller, squishier package wrapped in bright blue paper with a little note stuck to the top that reads ‘luc’. you know that it’s for your son but your curiousity gets the better of you so you tug the letter free and open it. it wishes him a happy birthday and hopes that he enjoys his gift, the sender has scribbled out what appears to be their name at the bottom of the note. you try to raise the note to the light to see the name written beneath but the ink has done its job and concealed their identity. you give your son his present, it’s a teddy bear with shiny buttons and wide brown eyes. it looks expensive and there’s a smell to it that makes you feel nostalgic, it smells like her. you shake the nostalgia away and return to your work. that night, you dream of her

imagine having been hired to study something, an elven woman breathing down your neck to complete it and you’re too terrified to tell her that good research cannot be completed quickly so you keep working. your son keeps distracting you, now a young boy of five, demanding that you play with him but this is too important and the money that the woman is paying you will be enough to get luc into a good school next year and maybe, just maybe, afford the gravestone you’ve wanted to get to commemorate your wife for the last year. the woman is cruel and rude, so you send your son to stay with one of your neighbours for a while, to keep him out of the awful woman’s eye sight

imagine there being an attack, massive worms carving through the ground and enemy soldiers swarming your hometown. they’ve never come this far before, you hide your son and beg him to stay quiet as you rush to the outside doors leading into your cellar and slam a magical lock onto them just as an enemy soldier knocks you unconscious

imagine waking up in a cold, dark cell. you don’t know where you are, you don’t know how far you’ve travelled but all you can think about is your son. you scream at the captors you cannot see to take you back, you scream that you have a son and that he needs you and that you’re all he has left until your throat is raw. imagine a sudden voice filtering from nowhere, apparently there for your ears only. the accent is strange and the woman introduces herself as a friend of veth, a hope that had long since died in your chest has started to thunder to life again. you received a package not too long ago from zadash, signed by a person called nott who claimed that veth was safe and would be on her way home soon; you hadn’t believed the letter but there was no return address so you kept the money. you’d convinced yourself that this nott person was a very old friend of veth’s that you’d never met and was doing this out of kindness but you couldn’t fathom why they’d want to hurt you like that. but this woman speaks with conviction, her voice strangely trustworthy so you answer her questions and hope, hope against hope, that she is coming for you and that maybe, just maybe, your wife will be with her

imagine that woman contacting you periodically, you take her pauses to be someone telling her what to say. you hope that it’s your wife, hope that you haven’t had for two years being the only thing you have left to hold onto in this dark cell

imagine your cell opening, the first light you’ve seen in ages and it’s her. it’s her. she rushes in and wraps her arms around you and you cry. you cry burning, salty tears. then she tells you that the form you see her in isn’t her, but you know it’s her because she looks the same as the day you lost her and the time you’ve spent apart has only made her so much more beautiful. but then she drops the illusion and you see how she looks right now, she’s a goblin. this is not the woman you married. this is not the mother of your child. this is a fucking goblin who waltzed in here wearing her skin as an illusion. then you hard a familiar voice asking after ‘nott’, it’s the voice of the woman who has been messaging you for the last few days, the one who promised you that veth was coming. if she was here, if she’d really come and all her friends had come with her to save you then why would they lead you to believe that veth wasn’t with them? you take a moment and calm your racing heart, there’s something about her that feels familiar, she smells familiar even despite the goblin form and you know, you know in this moment, that this is your wife. she promises you that she won’t look like this forever and assures you that your son is okay, you want to cry but you’re so ragged that you can’t. but she’s here and she’s alive and she’s protected and she’s protecting people in kind like you always knew she would

imagine weeks passing, you stay in a house in a country you don’t know. the blue tiefling woman, jester, helps you contact your son so you can tell him that you’re alright but jester and veth and their friends aren’t here enough for it to really matter. you’re still giddy that she’s alive, that your wife is here and even if she doesn’t look like herself you’re just happy that she’s whole. each time you pass her, you find yourself touching her to remind yourself that she’s real and that she’s here but the grief from the last two years hasn’t faded. you know what life is like without her now and you know that you can survive but, all the same, it hurts to see her leave. at least you know that she’ll come home this time though, her friends promise you and you know that their promises will be held

imagine being teleported to nicodranas and seeing your son for the first time in months, his face is dirty but his eyes are bright and he sees his parents together for the first time since he was a child of three. veth has disguised her goblin form, not wanting luc to see her as she is until she knows whether or not she’ll be stuck like this forever. you’re a family again and it feels surreal, like the dreams you used to have that felt so close and so real but you’d wake up to a cold bed that had long forgotten the warmth of her body. but she has to go, she has work to do, so you kiss her goodbye and stay with marion lavorre, the famed ruby of the sea and jester’s mother, at her hotel in nicodranas

imagine your wife returning, imagine seeing her friends but not seeing her. you can catch the occasional whiff of her perfume but they say that she’s not there and that she’ll be along soon. they disappear for an hour, you’re confused but they’re an odd bunch so you don’t question it. after a while, the bathroom door bursts open and, standing there, is veth. the buttery yellow dress she’s wearing compliments her skin beautifully and her thick dark hair is braided in her favourite style, you’re not sure if this is an illusion until she runs at you and dips you down into a kiss. this is her, this is veth whole and just as you remember her. you pull away and admire the round face of your wife, there’s the familiar pang of grief in your chest and something in your mind tells you that this isn’t real. that it can’t be real. that veth is gone and that you’re holding onto a dying mote of hope but she places her hand on your cheek and that feeling fades. she pulls luc between you two as you hug, a family reunited. if this is a dream, you don’t want to wake up

Beauregard seeing a girl with wings: “Respectfully, HNNNNNNGH.”

Also Beauregard: “let’s bond by falling out of the sky together.”

they haven’t chosen their name yet and they’re all saying “NEIN!” whenever someone rolls a nine and it’s so pure