you told me it was cherry wine

[ID: a two-panel comic drawn in ink, showing Caleb and Nott from critical role in a dark room. In the first, Caleb’s face is in profile, lit up by bars of light from the window; he is a fair-skinned man with a big nose and a scruffy beard. In the second panel Nott, a goblin, is sitting with her arms around her knees. She looks over at Caleb with wide, cat-like eyes. End ID]

widobrave week day one ♡ dancing

[Image description: a gifset of Veth and Caleb in Episode 2x108 of Critical Role, “Traveler Con.” Veth asks, “Caleb, do you want to come dance?” He looks up and replies, “With you? Ja.” Fiddling with his shirt, he hesitantly continues, “I don’t know many.” She shakes her head with a small smile, saying, “You just need one.” End ID.]

[Image description: a black and white comic of Nott the Brave and Caleb Widogast from Critical Role. Nott the Brave is a goblin woman with stringy dark hair, covered in bandages and wearing a hooded cloak; Caleb Widogast is a white man with shoulder-length hair, a scruffy beard, a tattered coat, and bandaged arms. An arrow rushes past and thunks into something off-screen. Caleb holds out his arm, revealing the arrow impaled in the book strapped under his arm with a smile. 

“Now that is an impressive shot,” He says. Nott runs into frame, also smiling. “Oh good, you’re not dead.”

“Not at the moment,” says Caleb. “Do you think you could do this consistently?” 

“Sure!!” says Nott. “Well, probably. At least 60% of the time.”

“Eh, it’s a passing grade,” Caleb says, squatting down to Nott’s eye-level. “I was thinking of calling this one ‘Modern Literature’. What do you think?”

“Oh, very clever, I like it.” Nott takes the arrow and daintily pokes the tip. “Just one question though... How the fuck is pretending to shoot you ever gonna get us out of trouble?”

Caleb waves her off unconcerned. “Oh, it probably won’t- But, on the off chance, we will have this ready, and then we will be in business.” 

End description.]

Widobrave day 2: Cons!

If Caleb and Nott had a nickel for every time shooting him was actually helpful they’d only have 10 cents, but it’s still weird it happened twice.  

[image description: a banner reading “widobrave week — december 6-12, 2020” in handwritten-style script font, accented with flower illustrations. the colors are warm. /id.]

it’s been a long time since we last held an event for caleb and veth! it was so exciting to see such an outpouring of love for this ship. now that it’s been over a year since nott first confessed her feelings about caleb to beau, we thought it might be time to revisit these two!

we’re welcoming everyone to share your creations: art, fic, gifs, meta, and more! we have a set of prompts to choose from, with two for each day. all of these are entirely optional, however; you’re encouraged to share anything you’ve been inspired to create! finally, tag your posts with #widobraveweek and #widobrave and we’ll reblog them here!

prompts

sunday, december 6 — dancing | fire & water

monday, december 7 — trust | studying

tuesday, december 8 — magic | hurt/comfort

wednesday, december 9 — secrets | fluff

thursday, december 10 — loyalty | parallels

friday, december 11 — battle | confessions

saturday, december 12 — free day

if you have any questions, send this blog an ask; we’re happy to answer them! we can’t wait to see what you all have in store 💕

Widobrave week day 2 studying together except not much gets done 🤣

widobrave week day one: pre-campaign

what do you mean this isn’t how it happened

widobrave week day 6: au!

a sort of "everything is beautiful and nothing hurts" au where caleb didnt kill his parents and the brenattos were never captured by goblins, but farmer caleb and partially traveling alchemist salesman veth meet anyway.

widobrave week, day 1: pre-stream

thinkin about how nott and caleb probably haven’t had positive physical contact since before meeting each other

Caleb was hard to read. It was clear to Nott that he had some issues. He looked the way she had felt, those first few weeks as a goblin. The way he followed her directions in the heat of battle like he was used to someone else doing his thinking for him. Outside of battle, he was quiet and withdrawn—that is, when he wasn’t explosively angry. Though nightmares never made him cry out, Nott knew he had them. She could tell by the circles under his eyes the next day, and his mood was always stormier than usual. Nott decided to give it some time. Maybe he just needed to swing wildly between poles of emotion, to really feel things again, and then he’d settle down. Their first bit of progress, Nott found out, came when he allowed her to touch him. That was one way that humans and halflings were similar: they both needed physical contact to keep sane and happy. Goblins didn’t, not really, but then, Nott wasn’t really a goblin. So one night when Caleb had deemed it too dangerous to light a campfire and Nott had grown sick of watching him shiver, she crawled into his lap. Caleb jumped in surprise.

“What are you doing?” he asked, with something like panic in his voice. Nott shrugged and curled up in a ball, resting her chin on his bony knee.

“It’s cold,” she said. “I’m warm, you’re warm, we’ll be warmer together.”

“Ah,” Caleb said. Hesitantly, he reached down and put a hand on Nott’s head. “Okay.”

Slowly, Caleb started petting Nott’s head. He scratched his fingers through her hair, then down her neck and back. She sighed in contentment and closed her eyes. It felt good—really good—but this was more for Caleb than it was for her. She didn’t pretend to know what had landed him in that prison, exhausted, scared, angry at the world, but it was clear that he needed positive physical contact, to feel like he was caring for another living thing (and no, Frumpkin didn’t count).

After a few minutes, Caleb had relaxed considerably. When Nott risked a peek at his face, there as a gentle smile there. He probably was unaware he was smiling at all. Slowly, she shifted her position from curled up on his lap to sitting upright, facing him. She pressed her front against his, her much-smaller legs dangling off either side of his body—essentially, a full-body hug. With her claws curled for safety, she began rubbing his back in wide, comforting circles.

Caleb froze, but just for a second. When he spoke, his voice was a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. “Nott the Brave, what are you doing?”

“You ever hear the saying ‘you scratch my back, I scratch yours?’ It’s like that, but more literal.”

She could feel him about to protest, so she said, “Listen. I care about you, Caleb. I care about you so much that my face is effectively buried in your armpit right now—and you know how long it’s been since you’ve had a bath. So let me do this, okay?”

“Okay,” Caleb said quietly, and resumed rubbing her back as well. They fell asleep like that, and Caleb woke up with an ease about him that Nott had never seen. The scientist in her considered the experiment a tentative success—but there was no harm in repeating it again tonight, just to make sure. Right?

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Nott/Caleb Widogast, Nott & Caleb Widogast, Widobrave - Relationship Characters: Nott (Critical Role), Caleb Widogast, Veth Brenatto Additional Tags: widobrave week, Widobrave Week 2020, Canonical Character Death, revivify, angsty caleb, why do i like to write angsty caleb?, the happy fun ball is not a happy place Summary:

The Happy Fun Ball is not a happy place.

by Sectumsempra333

It all started in that little jail cell!

Words: 1412, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Nott (Critical Role), Caleb Widogast, Veth Brenatto

Relationships: Nott/Caleb Widogast, Nott & Caleb Widogast, Widobrave - Relationship

Additional Tags: widobrave week, Widobrave Week 2020, widobraveweek, widobrave week-prestream, Alcohol Withdrawal

and I’m sorry you were thinking I would steal your fire, oh the heart beats in its cage

[ID: A three-part, wordless comic showing Veth and Caleb from critical role dancing together. It’s painted in watercolour. Image 1: Caleb and Veth dance casually in a circle, wearing comfy clothes - Caleb has his hair in a bun, smiling softly, and Veth is in a floral nightgown. A couple of empty speech bubbles float beside them. The next two panels are cropped to show their feet: Nott approaches Caleb, who is sitting on the ground, and both of them are dressed in rags. Then (back in the present) Veth spins around next to him.

Image 2: Nott sitting on Caleb’s arm as he holds her up in a ballroom-like pose. Their clothes are tattered. She’s looking off to the side blushing and smiling slightly.

Image 3: Two small panels show Veth’s hand on Caleb’s neck, then a close up of her face looking away from the viewer. Lastly, Caleb kneels in front of her as they dance, his hands on her waist and hers on his shoulders. At this height she is slightly taller than him. End ID]

[Image description: A black and white comic titled Adventures in Re-Veth-ification: Flowers. Veth the Brave, a chubby halfling with facial tattoos and braided hair, is sitting at a desk making a flower crown. From off-screen, someone says, “I’ve been wondering...” 

Caleb comes up behind her and picks up a stray flower. “...you have not worn so many flowers since our little trick.” Veth smiles, “Yeah, I don’t need ‘em so much now.”

She picks up the crown and looks at it fondly. “Flowers are for luck, with me back to normal, my family safe, and all of you with me... how could I be any luckier?” 

Caleb leans over her, smiling. “Well, I would not snub a little extra luck... and I’d suppose you agree, with what you’re making. Unless they’re just for decoration?” 

“Nope!” Veth says, standing up on her chair and cramming the flower crown onto Caleb’s head. “I’m doing great; you are still made of wet paper.” 

Caleb touches the crown hesitantly and Veth kisses his cheek. “And even though you certainly don’t need it, I’d never snub a little extra decoration.” She hops down and leaves Caleb blushing at the desk. “See ya, handsome wizard!” 

End description.]

Widobrave week day 3: Flowers!

(Feel like I should make a joke about getting lucky but it might not fit the tone.) 

just wanted to give a big thank you to everybody who participated in widobrave week!!! whether that was through posting works or giving likes and reblogs, we hope everybody had a great time!

considering how crazy everything in the world is right now, it's remarkable how much wonderful stuff everyone was able to put out there for our lovely ship.

also, this blog will keep on reblogging ship content-- including any "late" works from the ship week prompts! so if you didn't get a chance or need to take your time but still want to take a shot at them, go for it!

we'd love to have more ship events in the future, so be on the lookout for that as well.

love you all! thanks for a great week!

Just a little early submission for widobrave week fire & water. An au where they are the circus folk and do acrobatic performances. They teach each other skills for their acts Caleb teaching Veth magic for added flare and Veth teaching Caleb balance.

widobrave week day 3: flowers

“I love you,” she says, with her husband and child mere yards away. “I wouldn’t leave your side for anything.” Her sincerity, unquestionable, tugs at the lump in his throat. In return, he gives her his loyalty-- a truth, but a useless one. A substitute for something he can’t admit, not here, not now.

Later, as subtly as he can manage (which is not even half as stealthily as Nott-- Veth-- herself) he slips over to her and slides a single pink flower behind her ear. His thumb brushes against the base of it, making him acutely aware of the illusion of the halfling covering her goblin form. But it is close enough to look natural. More than natural. Lovely.

Without a word, he retreats into their ambling little flock of friends and family, and hopes that she understands. (i’m late on this tonight, but here’s something! i still think about this episode all the time you guys.)

widobrave week day 2!

Veth and Bren both learned well: the best lies are half-truths.

Veth picked that lesson up on her own, after she'd swiped a pretty little pocket knife out of her older brother's belongings. It had taken him several hours to realize it was gone, and once he had he was furious. He’d stormed up to her and demanded to know if she had it, and Veth said no, and he, grumbling, stomped away to harass one of their other brothers. She breathed in slowly; it wasn’t a lie. In truth, she did not have the knife with her, as it was safely tucked away in a stash of her collections.

read the rest on ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23177896