#Fjord was still just a sailor

[railroad-migraine]

Omg!!! Could you do a Mighty Nein version of the Can I Kiss you prompts? They were so cute omggg

Ahhh thank you lovely! All of my extra soft headcanons (kisses and nicknames) seem to go down well with my readers. It's an opportunity for me to be all soft and gooey and sappy <3

Bell's Hells version 💙

~ Poet

"Can I Kiss You?"

-> alt title: how the Mighty Nein would react to you asking for a kiss

Beau 💜

It's my charming and good natured personality, isn't it?

All the babes fall for it sooner or later.

The words come out before she can even process your question properly. It's said with crossed arms over her chest, her voice dripping with sarcasm. And then her expression seems to melt, and she realises you're being serious.

Even now, Beau is deflecting. She's putting on the bravado and confidence that comes so easily to her after years of use, even though she feels like she should be bouncing off the walls rejoicing because holy shit you want to kiss her. Kiss. Her. Like, right now.

Smooths back her hair and puckers her mouth into an attempted smolder, in turn making you chuckle, and she decides right then and there that's her new favourite sound. She ditches the arrogant smirk and holds the back of your neck, leaning in and set on finding out what other sounds you're capable of making.

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Caleb 💜

If I kiss you, I-I don't think I'll be able to go back to the way things used to be between us. I can't simply stop wanting you this way, I won't.

I want you to be... mine. But do not doubt that I already am anything else but yours.

He's so incredibly tender. Hands shaking at his sides before a wave of courage washes over him. He swallows his fear and cups your face when he confesses how much you make him burn. He wants this kiss to mean something. He wants to mean something to you.

Caleb dares the risk of glancing down at your mouth, his own tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lip in the midst of his rant. His face feels aflame, flustered, but when you coo his name his gaze snaps back up to meet yours. You say it again, fond and warm, because you don't want to go back to simply being friends either. The feeling is mutual.

He breathes in relief, and eventually he feels his cheeks ache with how wide his smile grows. It's a real one, smiling with his eyes as well as they shine, glazed over with emotion - a true expression of happiness, something that has been so rare and precious to you in recent months. His nose bumps with yours and he manages to huff a lighthearted laugh. You hold him close with no intention on letting him go anytime soon.

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Fjord 💜

I suppose it'd be incredibly ungentlemanly of me to refuse such a... lovely request.

Just, uh, if the tusks bother you -

Definitely caught off guard, not expecting you to be so forward with the request. Indeed, you both were in the middle of sharing a very romantic moment, holding gazes as if the other person hung the stars and moons in the sky, but he's still surprised nonetheless.

His face feels like it's on fire, but Fjord's words are tempered, all cool, chill and sharp like the falchion. His natural charisma hides the fact that his heart is doing somersaults and thundering in his chest.

The self consciousness that he's so intent on healing from nestles itself into his mind - he knows you like him, and hopefully one day love him if he's lucky, but that niggling voice in the back of his head resurfaces and prods at his orcish heritage. But you're there to soothe those thoughts, placing a finger over his lips, hushing him. Tusks or no, the sailor's life is for you. And you intend to spend it with him.

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Jester 💜

Ha! I knew you were in love with me! Pffft.

Why... why are you looking at me like that? You were joking, right?

Right?

She sucks in a breath when you pinch her chin between your thumb and finger, her own hand coming up to hold your wrist in place. She fears that you might step away from her and pretend this moment never happened.

To ease her worry, you wrap your other arm around her waist, the fabric of her skirts swaying slightly when she steps the tiniest bit closer, closing that miniscule gap. In that moment she feels like a princess in the stories she's grown up with. Stories of true love's kisses and happily ever afters. Even in a world so unpredictable and dangerous, she might just have found hers.

She's beautiful up close, soft and malleable and gazing up at you with round eyes and thick lashes. You can make out the freckles dusted across her nose, the apple of her cheeks holding back a delighted smile. The tilt of her head as her eyes flutter closed when you lean in.

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Molly 💜

Oh? Someone's being a bit demanding, aren't they? At least buy me dinner first!

But, since you asked so nicely... I won't object to a small one~

Oh nooo, you've just stroked his ego immensely. He jerks his chin, completely blanking for a split second, processing your question, and then that sly, slow grin graces his mouth. That damn beautiful, smug, kissable mouth.

He holds your face close to his, biting his bottom lip, gentle and teasing as his gaze rakes over you, leaving your face warm but mirroring his pleased expression. There's an anticipating buzz in the air between you, a cocky lift of his brow that just screams "Well? Go on then."

Spoiler alert, the kiss is not going to be a small one. It will be anything but simple and short lived. The complete opposite, in fact. You see the glint of mischief sparkling in Molly's crimson eyes, and it overwhelms you with such a powerful yearning that you can't wait any longer. You can't endure any more teasing. You fist the front of his coat and pull him close, and he's more than willing.

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Yasha 💜

You are asking permission to do something I've wanted for so long.

Please don't keep me waiting any longer.

Her mouth parts slightly at your words, a small line between her furrowed brows when she turns to look at you. She wants nothing but to be delicate and soft and loving when caring for you. To have the feelings be reciprocated so naturally basically has her emotionally perplexed for a moment.

Yasha reaches out to take your hands in her own, and the barbarian is so gentle even with the callouses and hard edges, treating you as if you're as fragile as glass and will shatter should the wind pick up ever so slightly. But you know if that were the case, she'd dedicate her time to pick up the pieces and put you back together.

Her heart is on her sleeve when she confesses. She wants this, wants you - tomorrow and the consequences of being emotionally vulnerable can wait. She cranes her neck, her forehead brushing with yours, the corners of her mouth pointing upwards. She feels at home.

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Let me know which MN member you liked reading the most!! Comments and reblogs are so very much appreciated 💜

Thank you if you read this far! I love love love doing posts like Can I Kiss You? and Nicknames For You. They take a while to write but they're a labour of love and I hope you feel good after reading them xxx ~ Poet

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[thatshadowgastwhore]

If the Mighty Nein went to Camp Half-Blood!

What’s this? My two favorite fandoms? Couldn’t be. Enjoy this brainchild; VM, BH, and EXU: Kymal characters to follow soon

Fjord

Cabin #3 - Poseidon

This one is the most obvious one. My man is a sailor who got his powers from a water god, there’s no one else he really could be. 

I think that we keep his orphan status, and have a satyr be sent to sniff out potential demigods in orphanages, where he found little Fjord. He came to camp when he was fairly young, and lived there year-round starting at about nine years old. However, I don’t think he would have been claimed until three years later when he was twelve, despite obviously displaying water powers before that. 

As for his powers, he inherited hydro and cryokinesis (manipulation of water and ice) as well as underwater breathing and extreme temperature resistance. He did not gain the ability to speak with equine animals, but he can communicate with sea life. His weapon and fighting style are similar to the show; he has a falchion. 

At camp, he’s a pretty chill guy. People might originally be intimidated by his ‘Big Three’ status, but he’s actually pretty gentle, and does a lot of work with welcoming new campers and making them feel like they have a home and are safe, because that’s what older campers did for him when he first arrived.  

Beau

Cabin #1 - Zeus

I struggled to place Beau into a cabin. She could be with the Ares kids, or the Athena kids just as easily. But I ended up deciding on Zeus, because I think that his kids are just as combative, and she has lightning gloves. Also, she has Slow Fall, which could be retrofitted to flight. 

Beau definitely still got into a lot of trouble and fights with Thoreau, who would have been her step-dad. I think her tendency towards acting first, thinking later (as a teen) would have led her into a fight that she couldn’t win on her own: one with a monster. She was rescued not by a satyr, but by another demigod, probably Dairon (who I would put into Athena’s cabin btw). She was claimed immediately when she got to camp, because she inexplicably managed to survive on her own all the way to sixteen. 

Her powers are controlling the winds/fight and electrokinesis. Her fighting style is still very much so martial arts, and her weapons are a gift from Zeus: twin electric brass knuckles that allow her the chance to stun and shock her enemies. 

At camp, she and Fjord have a kind of unlikely friendship. Everyone is friends with Fjord, whereas most people are afraid of Beau. She’s the daughter of Zeus who can and will punch anyone who crosses her, and is kind of mean. But to those who are her friends, she is unrelentingly loyal and kind. Many younger campers tell whispered stories of the blur of cobalt blue who’s mere presence had scared off people who were bullying them. 

Caleb

Cabin # 20 - Hecate

I considered his place being with Hephaestus due to his affinity for fire, but he doesn’t exactly fit that mold. And as a wizard, Hecate is also a very good fit. And hey - magic fire is also good.

Caleb’s parents died when he was very young, around seven, in an accidental house fire, and he was taken in by his rich great-uncle, Trent Ikithon, who was abusive in every way, and gas-lit him into believing that his parents deaths were his, Caleb’s, fault. Eventually, when he was thirteen, he ran away from Trent, and before getting to camp, met up with Veth. She knew that she was a demigod at that point, and essentially took him in, very Luke and Thalia. They were discovered accidentally by a satyr who took them to camp, and he’s been there ever since. 

Like all children of Hecate, Caleb possesses mystiokinesis (the ability to manipulate the Mist). While he has a natural affinity for creating fire, usually amber colored, he has a great interest in using the Mist to change things into other things, and not simply through illusion. While turning people into animals is easy enough for many in Cabin #20, Caleb is known to change the properties of things with uncanny skill and ability. (Besides the rest of his magical abilities.)

At camp, Caleb is seen as a bit of an oddball. He’s chronically anxious and dislikes being in groups of people. He has a magical cat that is always with him, and he can look through the eyes of, and is for some reason friends with the loud and abrasive Beauregard. Even among his siblings, he is quiet, mysterious, and kind of quietly intimidating, and is constantly asking Chiron for a quest to take care of “the monster who raised me.” 

Veth

Cabin #7 - Apollo

Veth was very tricky for me. My first instinct was to put her in Hermes, for her sneakiness and love of taking trinkets. I considered putting her in Dionysus due to that iconic never-ending flask. But in the end, I thought I would honor her more positive traits, and focus on her skill in archery.

Veth has the misfortune to have been on her own for a long time, and knew specifically that she had been kicked out because of her demigod heritage. Knowing that she had powers and could use them allowed her to survive on her own, and later with Caleb before the two were taken to camp. 

Veth’s talents from Apollo came not in the form of musical prowess or healing, but in the bow. While most of her siblings favor a longbow, she is uniquely proficient with her hand crossbow. Her accuracy is so uncanny, that she has never been known to miss a shot. Her crossbow was simply found in the armory collecting dust before Veth found it and decided to make it hers. 

At camp, Veth is both an extremely friendly, and highly avoided character, due to her propensity to take shiny things. Usually nothing valuable, but she is known to be able to take the button off of someone’s coat - while they’re wearing it. However, she is a good friend to all who do right by her, and is extremely close friends with the brooding and quiet Caleb. 

Jester

Cabin #11 - Hermes 

Oh, Jester, Jester Jester. Somehow, every option is viable, and yet none work besides this one. She already has a god to look to for inspiration in Artagan, which is how I finally settled on the trickster Hermes. 

Jester absolutely still grew up the same way, and the Ruby of the Sea is the Sally Jackson of this AU, and Hermes is also a criminal, so really, Gentleman vibes all around. However, unlike Sally, Marion sent her to camp when it became dangerous for her not to be trained in her powers. She spends summers at camp and goes home for the rest of the year. 

But what powers does she get? I settled on being able to turn herself invisible for the trickery aspect, as well as having a natural affinity towards forgery. Besides her invisibility, her mere presence can make other people stealthier by proxy.

At camp, she is extremely popular and loved by all.  She and Veth are known to run a detective agency of sorts at camp, and it’s unclear whether the two of them commit the crimes so that they have things to solve or not. Either way, she is always willing to lend an ear, or a hug, or this candy and pop that she stole from the nearest gas station before pranking someone else. 

Mollymauk

Cabin #10 - Aphrodite

There’s something intrinsically Aphrodite about Mollymauk, just in the way that he holds himself. He sees himself as a canvas for beauty and art with all his tattoos, and adorns himself with baubles and jewelry. 

Molly suffered a traumatic head injury when he was young that gave him complete anterograde amnesia for everything before the accident. It isn’t known who or where his biological family is, but he found a new home with a carnival that happened to be owned by a son of Dionysus named Gustav. Gustav recognized both him and Yasha as demigods, and after patching them up, took them to camp, so that they could have an actually life

Molly’s devil's tongue is reflected in the charmspeak that he inherited from his mother. Besides that, he also takes after her more fickle and vindictive side in the other abilities he gained. Unlike many of his siblings, he chooses to fight with swords, and he uses them to help channel these abilities. Molly’s blood allows him emotokinesis, or the manipulation of emotions. When shed, it allows him to project it outwards, and when contacted or consumed by a target, allows him to manipulate them specifically. 

At camp, people are thankful that he isn’t malicious, because his abilities are truly scary to imagine in the wrong hands. He gets along well with the Dionysus kids and their revelry, and in general is fun loving and hates a dull moment. He and Jester often team up to raise the energy of the camp.  

Caduceus

Cabin # 40 - Persephone

I waffled so hard between Hades and Demeter, death and plants, for this man before remembering how dumb I am and that the compromise was staring me in the face. The Queen of the Underworld and goddess of springtime: Persephone.

Cad’s upbringing was tricky to marry into this world’s setting. I think that he hasn’t known anywhere besides camp, and that Persephone specifically gave baby Caduceus to Chiron to figure out how to raise. Chiron contacted two of his former students. His parents were demigods themselves who had their own children, and happily adopted little Cad into their family with them. He eventually started staying at camp full time, but his whole family stays at camp during the summer.

Because his mother is the goddess of springtime, Caduceus is able to communicate with both plants and animals, and can grow plants and heal wounds. On the flip side, he is also able to raise skeletons like a child of Hades might. However, his springtime associated powers are stronger in the spring/summer and weaker in the fall/winter, and vice versa. 

Caduceus is an extremely calming presence at camp. When one is exhausted from everything else that is happening, they can usually make their way to Cabin 40, nestled further into the woods than any other cabin, and have a cup of tea with him. He also is often found sitting and speaking with Hestia at her hearth, and of all of the demigods at camp, has the closest relationship with his godly parent. Persephone so rarely has demigod children that she definitely gives him a lot of attention. 

Yasha

Cabin #5 - Ares

Wouldn’t it be fun to have sweet, gentle, Yasha be in Ares? People often wonder if he’s actually her dad until they see her filled with righteous fury and become practically unkillable in combat. 

Yasha, was forced out of her home after the first monster attack when she was a child for “attracting demons.” Gustav found her all alone and kindly took her in. She and Molly became fast friends, and when Gustav realized their heritage, he took them to camp. She and Molly are very close, despite their polar opposite personalities, 

As for her powers, when in combat, Yasha attains a nearly unmatchable spirit. Anyone who has ever attempted to defeat her in melee combat has walked away with fear in their eyes. This rage allows her to shrug off major wounds in the moment and keep fighting. The damage will catch up with her later of course, but she will keep fighting forever to protect her loved ones. 

At camp, Yasha is pretty shy and closed off. She doesn’t get along particularly well with her cabin mates, and frequents the Demeter and Persephone cabins often to speak with them about flowers and enjoy the serenity. Many are afraid of her large sword and quiet and mysterious nature until they get to know her. 

Essek

Cabin #6 - Athena

Of course I’m going to add in Essek. Literally, why wouldn’t I? Essek was surprisingly easy to place for me. He thinks that he’s the best choice for literally anything, loves knowledge and research, and hates anything illogical. For such a complex character, he is a textbook child of Athena

Essek was the child of a well-known senator, who in shame after having a magic baby show up on his doorstep, hid him away from the public eye as best as possible. Every time that Essek was ever noted by the public for questioning something that his parents supported in Congress, he caused a scandal for the family. Eventually, Essek began making deals for things his parents wouldn’t let him look into with their opponents in the next election, and in an attempt to keep Essek from losing his father’s senate seat, they shipped him away to camp, where he has remained ever since. (with the exception of when his father needs him to make some sort of appearance so people know he’s not dead).

As far as his abilities, I’m giving him straight up Matilda powers, because that much brain power, and he gets to move stuff around with his mind. Also, it fits into his graviturgy speciality from the show. 

At camp, people don’t like Essek that much. They think he’s pretty aloof and stand-offish, but anyone who really knows him knows how much of a nerd he is.

#critical role #percy jackson ay #mighty nein #m9 #Fjord #beauregard lionett #caleb widogast #veth brenatto #jester lavorre #mollymauk tealeaf #caduceus clay #yasha nydoorin #i thought way to hard about this #enjoy fellow critters and demigods #there is way more where this came from #whether you like it or not

[wintershades]

In an upcoming chapter of A Novel Guide to Courtship and Counterfeiting, Jester and Fjord bravely tackle one of the more risqué tropes on their checklist. Things get serious . . . but this being Fjorester, things also get silly.

Here’s an excerpt!

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When Fjord was first assigned Everywhere But the Lips, he gathered that the trope entailed acts of intimacy. There was no figurative language involved, nor any room for interpretation; it was all right there in the name. Still, Jester insisted upon setting the scene for him, so that he might embrace his “motivation.”

Imagine, if you will:

“We are lovers, and we’ve just been reunited after many months apart. All that time, longing for one another. All that time, only seeing one another in our dreams, where we—”

“I think I get the picture,” Fjord cut in, and Jester wrinkled her nose at him.

“Shh! I’m not done yet. Anyway—”

“—We’re finally together again. Alone in my bedroom, wearing nothing but—our pajamas. And as you take me to bed, all you want is to rediscover me . . . inch by inch.”

With that, Jester closed her eyes and sighed dreamily. Fjord waited a few seconds to see if she’d continue, and then he gave a nod.

“Right. Got it,” he said. “Now—do you have a sleep mask?”

Jester’s eyes snapped open. “You want to blindfold me?” she said with glee. “Fjord! What have you been reading while I was away?”

“I just thought—it would be more interesting for you if—” Fjord stopped, sitting back from her slightly. “Forget it. We don’t have to—”

—but Jester was already scrambling across her bed to her nightstand. “No, no! I have one. Hold on!”

The tiefling was so excited that Fjord had to catch her tail and pin it to the mattress, lest she whip him with it by accident. He began to wonder if he’d made a mistake. But as he watched her rummage through the drawer, he noticed a familiar porcelain unicorn on her nightstand—and despite his nerves, he smiled to himself.

Finally, Jester put on her sleep mask and adjusted it just so. Then she turned around, and Fjord had to choke back a laugh. 

“What the fuck?” he wheezed. “Why does it have googly eyes?”

The tiefling tipped her head to one side, making the eyes wobble. “What’s wrong? Won’t this work?”

“No, it won’t! I can’t look at that and—”

“Ravish me, sailor!” Jester said, pressing her hand to her forehead and feigning a swoon. Fjord watched the googly eyes make a full revolution before they settled into place, one of them slightly off-kilter.

“Please,” he said, “please never say that again.”

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#fjorester #sofw writes #sofw wips #wip wednesday #this chapter is so long lolol #no regrets whatsoever

[captainofthetidesbreath]

I keep just drafting more and more posts despite having talked a lot already about the first part of the two-shot, but there is so much to say? I still have to talk about Veth and then the house, and now it's like I gotta write too about how Kingsley is actually rather nice to Fjord at the Isles after he seems to have picked up Fjord is not doing okay in the boat.

I'll write a better version eventually, but Fjord and Kingsley have a fun inverse set up where Fjord is extremely competent but lacks self-confidence and acts like he can't do anything and Kingsley is just newly competent in some things but has so much confidence and acts like he's the most competent in the room; it's an interesting dichotomy. But, I also do think that it's Fjord is simultaneously most and least patient of him and is most often the one to hear him out. Kingsley, in turn, does seem to genuinely believe Fjord is competent, given how patient and accepting of Fjord's decisions he generally is on the Isles, but he inherently wants something different from the sailing sub-specialty Fjord wants (Kingsley wants to be a pirate, Fjord a merchant sailor) and he often steps on Fjord's toes bc he is too eager to prove he can do stuff.

There's a lot of tension between them, and much of that IS strain, and some of it is they have different goals in life in the end, but I think it's tempered by the fact that despite it all Fjord seems to always stop to listen to what Kingsley is suggesting (even when Kingsley turns out not to have a suggestion or Kingsley is just trying to one-up someone else) and Kingsley does seem to understand that Fjord does have a good head on his shoulders when he can pull his thoughts together.

#Critical Role things #CR spoilers #CR

[let-it-show]

Sunny Day for the Queen

I wrote this completely for cathartic reasons. Lol. Sunburns and bad days make me turn to the girls. This is also a bit of a follow-up to Just Be. It’s Anna’s turn to not watch herself before wreckedy-wrecking herself, what will we do with these girls, really? Take off their clothes and douse them in lotion? Well, not in this fic but really that’s what they should do.  Anyway. **~~***~~~*** The intention had been to spend the morning doting on Elsa, on loving her, talking to her, and pleasuring her as long as the busy schedule allowed. Following that, Anna was going to let her rest for the day, as her kind but self-sacrificing sister had done a number on herself the day before in trying to cool the entire town. Even though Elsa protested from the moment they both woke up, Anna was firm in her orders and eventually the Snow Queen crossed her arms and gave in. Before Anna could do anything for and to her, however, she was pulled away. It turned out, the day she had chosen to be the only queen on duty was a busy one and there was much to do. She could delegate though. She was much better at that than Elsa was, by a long shot. Her sister tended to think that she had to do every task on her own, from handling the heat to saving an entire forest and the kingdom. She was ridiculous, really, and Anna could only love her more for it.

The morning was stuffed with meetings. Anna had trade deals to discuss. She had to make some decisions about the harvest festival even as it was two months away. Luckily she and Elsa had talked about it before. Anna had to check in with one of the bigger farms in the kingdom, one that supplied much to the castle, and was looking for a little more in payment. Anna took no issue with it. As she made her way through her tasks and midday approached, she was eager to check on Elsa and spend some intimate time with her. Unfortunately on her way to the castle, she was informed of a problem between two ships in the fjord, and it had to be handled immediately. Due to the weather, Anna had dressed in a little less than she usually might. Her dress was in her dark green and black motif, but sleeveless and it also scooped low in the back. She had worn a coat to cover her arms and shoulders previously and keep the sun off – but that day with the giant ice fans and Elsa's magic hard at work she was lulled into a false sense of security. Out on the water she thought about her clothing choice even less. The water made the air that much cooler, and she was distracted. There was a huge argument between the captains of two ships over who was docking where, and some internal drama she wasn't privy to. A few soldiers and Olaf insisted on accompanying her. That turned out to be good, because as continued efforts to moderate under the blue sky and blazing sun repeatedly failed, fists started to fly. At one point, a man had even grabbed an axe. Somehow Olaf got the axe away. Luckily one of her soldiers got the axe from him. Anna found herself in what appeared to be very real danger, with no sword available. She'd been taking lessons just in case of such a predicament! She should have also taken lessons teaching her to use an axe, or a maybe paddle. As a result she prepared herself to square up... It didn't come down to that. When her soldiers pulled their own swords and began to line up in front of her, the sailors appeared to realize they'd gotten a little too rowdy. So slowly, begrudgingly, they began to separate, releasing throats and undoing headlocks. Finally both big burly captains decided to chat and work things out while Anna asked a sailor to bring her water. The sun felt like it was bathing her in its rays a little too much. There was still a breeze, but it wasn't enough. The sun decided to back off as Anna stepped on solid ground again. She thought she'd never get off of either of the ships but a deal was made, hands shook, and the captains were kissing when she finally got the hell out of there. Anna wasn't too sure what on earth she had just witnessed, she was just happy to be done. Dinner was waiting for her when she got in and she had it sent to the bedroom so she could dine with Elsa. Her neck and back tingled, as did her arms. Her head hurt but as long as she didn't bend down, it didn't swim. Everything was a bit sore, she realized, but she hurried up the stairs to see her sister. She missed days where she didn't get to do so much with her. She knocked to announce herself and pushed open the door, hurrying in. Elsa was standing in front of a mirror and fixing the waves in her hair. A tray of covered food rested on their little table, along with a pitcher of water that was screaming Anna's name. But before she had any of that- “Hey, you're supposed to be resting!” she said, pointing at Elsa accusingly. Her sister was still in her pajamas and a book on the bed was a sign she hadn't been working, but Anna still worried. “Hello to you too, my love. I have be-Anna!” Elsa had turned to face her and her eyes went as wide as dinner plates. “Anna what did you DO!?” “Huh?” Anna blinked back. “I'm late because I had to deal with sailors fighting! If you heard about the axe, Olaf never swung it-” “Axe!?” “It's fine, I didn't have to fight! They resolved everything, a lot of it came down to a book of dirty poems-” “Anna you are red!” Elsa closed the distance between them, raising her hands gently to either side of Anna's face but not quite touching her skin. “Your skin is so red, on your face, your nose, your arms...turn around, please.” Anna tilted her head and then turned, her bare back in front of Elsa. She heard a gasp and it wasn't the kind she usually heard from Elsa when she looked at her body. “What?” Anna asked, though she supposed she already knew. “Did you not cover yourself in the sun? Anna you are burnt to a crisp! You need to drink water and sit down, no more working today!” Elsa gently grabbed Anna's hips and turned her back around. She gently laid her cool hand against Anna's forehead. It was probably the best thing Anna had ever felt in her life and she leaned into that hand. Her head did hurt quite a bit, actually. Since she stopped moving and was in a relaxed state in the bedroom, she could evaluate. Everything really hurt. Her throat was dry, and her stomach didn't quite feel right. “Oh I...I planned to but I kind of got...um...” Elsa took her hand and pulled her to the bed, urging her to sit. “Don't lay down right away, your back is so...Gale!” she said suddenly and before Anna could react, the door opened and the wind spirit blew right in. Elsa took a pad of paper from her drawer and a quill, writing a quick note. She folded it quickly and offered it to Gale. “To Oaken, please, and quickly! We need some salve.” The spirit took the note and was off, just like that. Then Elsa turned her attention to Anna. “What am I going to do with you? Hanging around sailor fights, standing under the hot sun!” She finally sat down next to Anna and shot her a worried look. “You have to be careful, Anna.” “Me!? You had to rest the whole day because you overdid it yesterday with your magic! You can't talk!” Anna snapped back, a little annoyed. What a hypocrite! Elsa stared at her, and sighed. “You're right. What are we gonna do?” “Maybe you can cover me with a light film of ice? That should help right? It already kinda hurts...” “No, I meant with ourselves.” Elsa's eyes glittered, showing she was a bit amused. “We really do go too hard, don't we?” “I guess it comes with running a kingdom...” Anna couldn't help but feel a little guilty. She had lectured Elsa a lot in the past for not taking care of herself and running herself into the ground thinking she had to do everything and all by herself. She herself had a dose of overdoing it that day...and sometimes it was unavoidable, painful even. She wished she hadn't roasted herself in order to understand, though. Elsa nodded. “Well...we need to take better care of ourselves. And I mean, we take care of each other, or try, but we have to look after ourselves so we don't push each other to do too much...” “Pft.” Anna rolled her eyes. “Good luck with THAT, you know me,” Anna joked, and then winced as her head filled with pain. “I do. I...I really do,” Elsa agreed, nodding with a sigh. “First things first, though – let's get you water.” She started to stand, but Anna grabbed her arm. “First things first, you kiss me! I haven't had any love since I got in here, just you giving me crap!” Anna was teasing, but she really did want a kiss. She wanted a tight, cold hug from Elsa and quite frankly wanted all of their clothes off. “Oh!” Elsa smiled and leaned in, soft, cool lips meeting dry and cracked ones. Her tongue swept into Anna's mouth and her icy breath felt like it cooled her hot body from the inside out. Anna let her hand fall to Elsa's waist, and she wanted to run it up to her chest, but Elsa pulled away before she could. “Awww...” “Come on now.” Elsa grinned and then stood up to retrieve the pitcher of water. “I said water first. Hopefully the salve will arrive as we have dinner but overall...you're taking it easy.” “Oh I'll easily take it-” Elsa shoved a glass of water at her. “Yes. Take it and drink it,” she said sternly. “Not the 'it' I meant,” Anna commented dryly, her shoulders sagging a little as she took the glass. She noticed the movement made a stinging pain shoot through her skin. “Ow...so about that ice...film...” “Nope.” Elsa shook her head. “Ice will dry you out. Snowy winter air is a bad idea too. I'm afraid my powers are no match for a terrible sunburn. We'll have to figure out something, because you're in for a rough night...” Anna shrugged – pain again – and had some of her water. “You're worrying too much. I'll be fine. And when I wake up tomorrow, I demand to enjoy my Queen,” she said, smirking at Elsa. “I would gladly let you but Anna...you won't be enjoying much for a few days...” Elsa told her, biting her lip. “We'll just see about that,” Anna replied confidently. For three nights Anna tossed and turned, unable to sleep well as her back screamed with pain and a burning sensation. She went through three jars of salve. She whined. She begged Elsa to freeze her heart to stop the pain and then tried to insist that physical pleasure would somehow make it stop. At one point she insisted Elsa find a way to “ice the sun” so it wouldn't take her out again. Every movement made her groan, and she couldn't wear clothing too long at a time as the fabric would irritate her skin badly. “Love can thaw, right? Well why the hell can't it just heal EVERYTHING!?” Anna yelled at one point, sitting in the bed with her arms crossed and a pout on her face. Elsa answered her with only a giggle, and all Anna could do was sigh.

#Elsanna #fanfic #Queen Anna #Queen Elsa

[chockfullofsecrets]

Worst, prompt 22 please, any characters you like!

22. A time you or someone you know described tickling or a specific tickling scenario as “your worst nightmare” (and of course, what it was).

"I'm not going under there."

The two sets of little tiefling claws clinging to his left and right biceps tighten pleadingly. "But Fjooooord," Jester wheedles, "it'll just take a second, and Molly really needs his cards back-"

"I really do," Molly adds glibly from his other side. "And since you're the one who interrupted us and made me drop my tarot deck, technically this is your fault."

He's not going to open his eyes and look down at them. All that awaits are puppy eyes. "This is basically my worst nightmare. You wouldn't make me face my worst nightmare, would you?"

He's got a fucking sea demon in his dreams, and that's not even a lie. Tieflings are terrifying.

"What?" Jester gasps, digging her sharp little chin into his chest. "Fjord, are you scared?"

"Yes," he says, firmly and bravely and absolutely not whining. "Because I'm going to crawl under that bed, and I'm going to get stuck, and if that happens while you two fuckers are out here you're going to - you'll-"

He can hear the devilish grins growing on their faces. "And what could we possibly do that's so scary, hm?" Molly hums. "Be specific, dear, or we'll have to start guessing."

His heartbeat spikes somewhere into the Celestial planes. "...if I say it, you're just going to tickle me anyways, aren't you."

Molly cackles. "Aw, Jester, the big bad sailor's worried we're going to tickle him. I think it'd be kinder to just get it over with, don't you?"

Jester pats his arm comfortingly. "Don't worry, Fjord, we'll be so nice!"

"I hate both of you," he groans, eyes still closed - if he doesn't open them, he doesn't have to accept that he's already trying not to laugh. "Is it too late to go get one of the others for you to torture instead?"

"Yep!" Jester says brightly, shifting her inescapable grip from his arm to his waist. He gulps. "Ready?"

"Nohohooo!"

#tickling #critical role #fjord #jester lavorre #mollymauk tealeaf #an underrated trio imo #chocfic #asks #snippets - dec2021 worsts

[demenior]

working on some Fjord backstory stuff that I’m still trying to finish before the Fjord origins comic drops and, well, here’s some street-urchin teenaged Fjord during his first night(s) on the Tide’s Breath, ft a Captain “I’ve only just recently decided not to be totally evil” Vandran:

Fjord pokes his head above deck and squints to orient himself. He’s pretty sure he’s not supposed to wander, and he doesn’t know the Captain’s standards for punishment yet. Best not to get caught.

It’s dark. There are a few lanterns lit, throwing off a faint enough glow to make out the limits of the deck. Fjord has heard the phrase ‘black as night’ before, and only now does he understand what it truly means. The masts disappear into the dark sky, even the stern and bow of the Tide’s Breath are lost to darkness. It’s like they’ve been swallowed by a void that’s only held at bay by the tiny spots of flame in the lanterns. 

Something like a lump, settles in Fjord’s throat. He’s been made to feel small and insignificant his entire life. This is the first time he’s wondrously small because the world is so vast. 

He wants to know what lays beyond the light. What’s out there, in the dark?

Boots come to a stop beside him. Fjord drags his eyes away from the creeping void, up into Captain Vandran’s face. 

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” the captain drawls. He’s got a hand resting on the pommel of his sword.

Fjord debates wordlessly slinking back to his hammock. Eyes that sword again. It’s not like Port Damali, where he can lay low to avoid attention. On a ship there’s nowhere to run. 

“I thought we were going to sink,” Fjord admits. His voice is as small as he feels. Not for the first time his face flushes in shame. 

Captain Vandran frowns at him. He seems like the kind of man who frowns a lot, with how natural the look sits on his face. It’s used to this kind of expression. 

“It’s a calm night,” Captain Vandran finally says, “we’re due for good weather this trip. Don’t you worry, son.” 

Fjord moves slowly, crawling up onto the deck. If you stood still at the Driftwood, especially if someone’s eyes were on you, then you became a target. He’s aware of how easily Vandran could kick him in the face, and he wants to change that. 

“How can you tell?” Fjord asks. 

“You spend long enough at sea, you learn to read the signs,” Vandran explains, “you’re from the port, you should know.” 

“Well I don’t,” Fjord snaps. Realizes his mistake. Bites his tongue. It’s too late. 

Fjord stammers out an excuse, “They don’t like it when you can read. If you can read, you can learn things. And if you can learn, then you have info you can sell.” 

Vandran stays quiet after Fjord finishes talking. Should Fjord have admitted to being illiterate? It might decrease Fjord’s potential in Vandran’s eyes, and change the man’s mind about letting him and Sabian stay on. 

“Words are important, but I was talking about the weather. Anyone can read that,” Vandran says. Fjord flinches. He revealed too much. He always talks too much. 

“Sorry,” Fjord mumbles.

“A sailor should know the difference between a good night and a coming storm,” Vandran says, and gestures for Fjord to follow him, “you feel that warm air? It’s good to have a warm night. If you notice that it gets cold real fast, well, then you’re in for some rough weather.”

Vandran takes Fjord to the edge of the deck, and out of the path of the night watch. Fjord holds out a hand like he’s catching the air in his palm. Warm is good? A shift is bad? That seems easy enough. 

The waves roll against the ship below. If he squints he can see the way the light glints off of the surface of the water. It’s as dark as the night sky, and maybe more mysterious. Seeing the gentle roll of the waves, compared to the noises he was hearing down below deck, Fjord feels foolish for thinking they were in danger. 

He can’t imagine how scary it would be to sail in truly dangerous weather.

#this is a father-son bonding moment but neither of them know it #i come from the opinion that fjord and sabian started off as stowaways #and that fjords spunk charmed vandran (though vandran didnt know what the emotion was) #also obvi here are a few other opinions abt fjords upbringing in this bit #i think fjord learned to read under vandran #technically was taught at the orphanage but circumstances made him give up trying #mostly bc he just kept getting picked on and singled out for pronouncing things wrong #and so that shame made him give up as a kind of rebellion and the driftwood didn't care enough to follow up w that! #anyways.... yeah im having emotions about them #fjord tusktooth #cr vandran #vandran cr #wip #critical role

[english-professor-wraith]

Fictober 2022: Day 7

(I'm honestly just going to stop apologizing for being behind, I'm sure its no more fun for y'all to read than it is for me to write.)

The grey clouds outside hang heavy, rain splashing onto the ground outside, but you sit cosily next to a warm fire. As you lift your mug to take another sip, a sudden knocking makes you sit up straight, then stand to check the porch. When you open the door, a human stranger stands there, surprisingly dry (though with all the magic people have access to, that’s not terribly surprising. )

“Good evening! How are you this dreary evening?”

His unexpected southern accent throws you off guard, almost familiar but not quite. 

“I’m fine, sir…can I help you?” At your question, he gives a sharp nod and pulls a piece of parchment from his pocket. “Right to it, I see! I was visiting to take a quick survey for the Mariners’ Association. Are there any sailors at this residence at this time?” Though you are still somewhat confused, you recognize now the symbol of said association on his pin and decide to play along. 

“Not at this time. There was once, many moons ago, and he plans to return but I have no knowledge of when precisely.” At your response, his face twists in confusion as he looks at the parchment.

“Are you sure? Would you mind checking again?”

At this strange answer, you decide enough is enough and that your tolerance has run out. 

“Sure, I’ll go check”, you lie, and turn away from the door towards the umbrella holder in the hallway. Pulling from it a sword, still in its sheath (you need a warning here, not a direct threat) you test its weight before turning back towards the open door.  

Instead of the dry, uptight human that stood there a moment ago, you see a rain-soaked man in familiar armour, no sword at his side, and deep green skin. His tusks peek out just a bit from his bottom lip, shown more by his huge shit-eating grin. 

“Fjord? You assh-” you’re laughing before you can even finish your curse, dropping the sword back into its place as you rush through the distance between you and your lover. You practically launch yourself at him, and his cold, wet armour contrasts with his warm skin as he catches you and spins with you on the porch, the two of you joyfully laughing in the rain. 

“Hello again, love.” His familiar voice, proper accent in place now, rumbles into your chest and warms your heart as he sets you back down onto your feet. 

“You’re back? How long do I get with you?” At your question, his smile softens as he looks down at you. He leans in and presses a kiss against your forehead. 

“As long as you want me.” 

“Forever?”

With a chuckle, he leans back to look in your eyes. “If you can tolerate me for that long, then forever it is.” At his response, a sheen of tears spreads across your eyes, the salty drops mixing with the fresh rain. He carefully brushes them from your cheeks, still keeping you close. “You’re getting soaked through, should we go inside?” At your nod, he walks with you through the door, looking around appreciatively at the updates you’re made since he left on his sailing trip. “It’s so good to be home again.” Watching him relax, tenseness melting from his shoulders, you feel the same sensation in your own. 

“Thank you for bringing my home back to me”, you whisper, closing the already-short distance between the two of you. You press your lips against his, warm and soft and familiar, and melt into the promise of forever with him. 

#fictober 2022 #fanfic #wraith's fics #romance #soft #critical role #critfictober #critical role c2 #Fjord x reader #fjord stone

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

i would love if you could write more about fjord being a good dad or vandran being a dad for fjord... i love the way you write all of these charaters!

tw- referenced child abuse, anxiety

Fjord tightens his hands on the railing of the ship, the wood smooth under his hands. The water below is deep and dark, almost black in the evening. Behind him, he can hear the crew talking softly, but he doesn't pay any attention.

"Where's you mind, boy?" Fjord jumps, whipping to see his captain leaning on the railing beside him. Fjord hadn't even noticed his arrival. "Dana says you've been up here for the last hour."

Fjord freezes, his eyes wide, he hadn't realized it's been that long. Will Vandran be angry? What will his punishment be? His fear must show on his face because Vandran folds his arms and nods towards the doorway leading down below decks. "Let's go somewhere more private."

That only makes the panic worse, but Fjord hurries to nod and follows his captain down below. Vandran takes him to the galley. It's empty at this time day so Vandran nods for Fjord to sit down while he starts rummaging through some crates and barrels.

Fjord doesn't really focus on it, too distracted by the growing anxiety in his stomach. He has no idea what's in store for him, Vandran doesn't seem angry, but that can almost be worse. He'll lull himself into a false sense of security.

Fjord nearly jumps out of his skin when Vandran sets a plate down in front of him. On it is a piece of bread slathered with butter. Fjord looks at his captain unsurely.

"Eat up, you look like you're about to faint," Vandran nods to bread and doesn't speak again until Fjord starts eating. "You're not the only sailor on board who came from a shitty place. Hell, I challenge you to find one who hasn't. I know it ain't easy to get in you're head, but no one here is gonna hurt you. I ain't gonna let 'em."

Fjord swallows down the bread and looks up at the captain, "Really?"

Vandran smiles sadly, "Really. You're still just a kid, you're getting your sea legs in more ways than one. But trust me and trust the crew. You're safe."

Despite himself, Fjord's shoulders drop and he finds himself believe Vandran. "Thank you, captain." Vandran smiles and ruffles his hair gently.

"Finish eating and then come find me, I've got a lot to teach you." Fjord nods, taking another bite of the bread.

#my fic #critical role #mighty nein

[grayintogreen]

WIP Wednesday

I haven't done WIP Wednesday in awhile because I didn't want to spoil even a little bit of where the Lucien arc was going, but NOW I can give you a little taste from Chapter Five.

Here's some cute Jester and Marion for your holiday season.

“I wish I could, like, leave you my duplicate so you always have a Jester with you.”

“Ah, but I would love her so much and so hard, she would turn to cotton candy in my hands after only a short time.” Marion pinched her cheek until she giggled and cried out in protest. “Only the real Jester can endure such intense affection.”

“Mamaaaaa,” she whined and knocked her horns against her mother’s. “I just always feel so bad leaving you.”

Marion stopped in the middle of the garden, where white-washed trellises so full of clinging vines, sprouting massive, colorful flowers so thick that you could barely see the wood beneath, formed a spiral in the space. “And I always feel so awful that you would stay in a gilded cage for my sake if you became convinced you should. You were not born a songbird. You are something far, far more well-traveled, like an Empire blue jay chasing the seasons.”

“I would just feel better if-“ She stopped herself short and she knew from the curious tilt of her mother’s head that she would not escape revealing the end of that thought. “I, uh… I told the Gentleman he was my dad.”

“Jester…” Marion’s breath caught and she pulled away, stopping only because her back hit the trellis, framing her with purple flowers.

Jester was quick to grab her hands, to hold her steady and keep her close, lest she retreat so far into herself that she wouldn’t be able to follow her. “I know, but he-“ she scrunched her face up. “I wasn’t gonna talk to him about it when we went to see him in Zadash, because he lied and said he wasn’t my dad when I sent to him, but he invited me to his office and we talked and-“

And what?

Woe to the woman who loves a sailor.

Marion pursed her lips. There was a flash of curiosity and- dare she dream it?- hope in her eyes. “And what did he have to say for himself?”

The urge to spin pretty lies (oh he loves and misses you so much and he’s never stopped thinking about you) even with some grain of truth to them came and went like the crashing of waves upon the shore and Jester bit down on her lip to keep from speaking before she had reached back two months ago to remember everything the Gentleman had said to her.

“He didn’t think he was worthy of you,” she murmured, staring down at her mother’s nimble fingers clasped around her own calloused and sticky ones- as different as night and day, the two of them. A hothouse orchid and a wildflower. A caged songbird and an untethered jay. Hot and cold. A ruby and a sapphire.

Contentment and hunger.

And oh was Jester learning how much she hungered. When thought of like that it almost scared her how much more like her father she was than she might have ever believed. He was a coward in her eyes for never coming back and yet… And yet… “He wanted to give you everything,” she blurted out, quickly, the words suddenly refusing to be held back. “And then he got caught up in all this shit and he didn’t want to drag you into it, and that’s so stupid, right?” There were tears welling in the corners of her eyes.

Mama would still have the Lavish Chateau if it hadn’t been for me bringing everyone here to see her. She wouldn’t have been kidnapped. She wouldn’t have had to worry about me. What if I had just left like he had and never came back? She'd be happier. She'd be safer.

Her hands were shaking so much that Marion simply pulled her into a hug rather than continue to just keep their fingers entwined. “Oh Jester, Jester… I do not blame him for that. I certainly blame him for not believing a man’s love was not worth more to me than any gold or platinum, but men can be prideful. You know that as well as I do.”

The reminder of Fjord when she was trying not to weep into her mother’s neck over whether or not she’d ruined everything and the Gentleman was right to be a coward if it meant that things like this would never happen was like a sharp slap and her shoulders tensed. “Mama,” she whined.

“Hush, my sapphire.” Marion stroked her hair. “Do you think I don’t see it in your eyes? The guilt you carry? I have looked into a mirror, little šašek. I have carried such things and I have also laid them aside because they were unhelpful. I chose to leave the Chateau. That was my form of bravery. Perhaps the bravest thing I will ever do. You needn’t hold that in your heart. It will only weigh you down.”

She pulled away and chucked her underneath her chin with one hand while the other wiped away her tears as she had done back when she was small and the world was even smaller. “But that strapping half-orc? Now that is a problem with a solution. You see now what men who believe they are unworthy of the love of a good woman will do to prove it. I do not regret the life I led without Babenon. I do not wish for a better one for myself, but I would save you the heartbreak. that I endured.”

Jester swallowed. “Do you… Do you think that’s why he’s pulling back?” She guessed- and correctly judging by Marion’s exasperated look- that her mother would see what Fjord was doing the way she saw it with her experience. Having validation that she wasn’t just imagining it was a relief in and of itself.

“He has a look of a man who seeks that which will harm him before he will accept that which will cure him. Perhaps he is a thrill-seeker or perhaps he truly isn’t so different from my Babenon. I hope it is the latter- the former is terminal. There is no curing a man who can only see as far as his next agony. They are martyrs at best and villains at worst and neither have ever served a romantic heart.”

Marion’s fingers trailed over Jester’s crown braid. “And yours is so very romantic. Never let anyone tell you that is a flaw, my sweet Jester. Romantics are the ones who save the world because we believe there is always something worth saving. I pity most those who do not believe that love saves us all.”

#cr fic #critical role fic #you can't deny high noon #my writing #wip wednesday

[gaming-thoughts-by-an-idiot]

"Draugen" Game (part 1)

"Ooo norway"

"Oooo fjords"

"Ah!! AH! MY CITY, THEYRE TALKING ABOUT MY CITY"

"This is very nice, I like the aesthetic"

Game: lead character artist "Hans Christian Andersen"

Me: isnt he dead?

"Unless someone just took snippets from his stories or idk tbh, I cant remember reading much from him... maybe I should"

"Who is Lissie?"

"The main character, Edward, hes like old or more like 40 maybe? Idk, but he have to rest up hills and I honestly judged him, as if I dont have to stop several times too and hold my fucking inhaler in case my lungs decide to test me"

"Oh... ooh no... the flag is half mast.. hehe. That means someone is dead"

"Haha I can see her, but he had to rest"

Lissie: seriously?

Edward, through his teeth: you're not the one who's carrying a f-... suitcase

"Good save"

"Okay so Lissie is 17, so maybe shes his kid?"

"I fucked with the gamma, and theres no reset, and I cant remember if this is how it was oh no help"

"His name is-- A I GOT AN ACHIEVEMENT "

"His name is Mr. Harden"

"Damn, twins marrying twins... odd"

"Is that odd? I feel like that might be? Weird? Idk is it? AAA my head"

"AALESUND"

"Love it when people say it like that, beautiful"

"ITS SO DARK"

"I WANT TO BE ABLE TO SEE"

"ooo, a sailor ship chest thing... I got one of those"

"Okay I think Lissie is his kid"

"We found his sister's scarf, he got super dizzy, he had to take a nap"

"Poor guy"

"Uh oh... child gone"

"OH MY GOD JUMP SCARE"

"IT WAS BETTY IN THE WINDOW"

"OH JESUS MY HEART"

"Yeah the clock is definitely broken, it was 12:45 when he took a nap too, so unless its close to midnight?"

"You didnt even LOOK in the kitchen, u opened it and went OH ALRIGHT NOTHING HERE fucking idiot"

"JUST GO UPSTAIRS AND CHECK FOR FUCKS SAKE"

"I wonder if we're actually gonna see draugen"

"Oo muddy"

"What if draugen is scary"

"Who the fuck is Alice?"

"I gotta google this"

"Okay so Lissie is Alice... and Lissie is not his kid. And apparently Edward is 'young'... this is confusing"

"Oooh, he slipped and fell down rocks, ouch"

"Lissie is still missing"

"A lobster trap"

"Lissie! I found her"

"Our boat is gone"

"Back to the house, get cleaned up, and sleep... let's see what happens"

"Google said the game takes about 3 hours, which is good, cuz my sister is back after that, and she havent played the game yet"

"I can explore upstairs yass"

"Oo piano"

"Draugen waltz.. nice"

"Oh! I got an achievement for playing the piano- OMG A 100??? HOLY SHIT"

"Damn... norway is so beautiful"

"I cant believe I thought he was like 40, how embarrassing"

"Asdfghjkl Norwegian letters and an American trying to say 'vi er desperate' I'm sobbing, oh my god"

"On the door it says "forræder" which means Traitor."

"So the kids died, and it's a curse, god left the land etc etc... wtf wtf someone is knocking on a wall or window in the game"

"I'm reading old Norwegian, game, stop"

"Oh, house creaking, not knocking "

"Just walk inside the houses? Maybe they're hiding behind the doors"

"Out to explore!"

"I'm completely lost in the game, half thoughts"

"Its so interesting, and fun to hear someone try to read Norwegian is always funny"

"I'm scared of draugen tho... like I wanna go 'haha mythical being lmao'... but the kids are gone, killed... draugs steal kids... I'm just saying I might cry if I see it"

"Alright, I've done loads since I wrote so let's do a summary:

The child, Ruth, died, they think her cousin did it. The cousin left shortly after the kid died- the official story is she fell and cracked her skull open on some rocks.

Edward is OBSESSED with his sister, one random noise and hes like 'Betty???'

Ruth apparently went exploring in the mine, found treasure, Edward read about Draugen in a book, it's a man thing without a face, visit u in your dreams, and if u wake you're lucky, but someone near u will die.

Everyone is gone, a man was found, he hung himself.

Twin brothers were very angry, and now the church bells are ringing. And I'm running to it"

"So googled and draugen is a dude who's thirsty for women and children, the one I was picturing Nøkken, and that's a swamp woman so"

"Lissie was a personality thing, not real, then a weeping angel suddenly appeared??? And then they disappeared... Betty was apparently on her way to the mine, hes now around the mine.

He also found Anna, the mom to Ruth, and the dad went to his brother and now I'm in the mine."

"BUT my sister is back and I cant spoil the game soo"

#gaming #funny #relatable gaming thoughts #draugen #norse mythology #norse #norway #norge #norwegian #aalesund #ålesund

[muselexum]

@akagamiko​​ sent:

🍆for shanksliza 👀❤️

fantasies -> [meme]  

The red-haired boy had made a sudden entrance into her life a near year ago and since then he hadn’t let up much at all. There was nothing wrong with him in particular. He was just a bit... cute. Him being younger than her only added to that feeling. She had a few friends that were into pretty boy faces like his though, and one had even asked Elizabeth about Shanks after he started to hang around her more often. Elizabeth had given her the go ahead, but she wasn’t sure what had ever come of that. 

But there was another thing too, wasn’t there. He was a sailor-- a pirate to be exact. She had a lot of personal hold-ups over men that sailed away from their homes and families and so she had come to hold a general disdain for all of them, even the Vikans of Sakuraki. They were all so carefree and laidback, dumping every responsibility that came with life onto their lonely wives and children. How it hurt, to know that a man loved the sea more than he could ever love you.

It was why she had never allowed herself to love any of them either.

Elizabeth had the closing shift at the bar again, a homely establishment sitting right on the fjord’s harbor. It was the early hours of the morning when she closed the doors. She was exhausted, and the silence after a long night of noise came as a relief. Something else had been making her nights easier on her too.

Shanks had begun to stay behind to help her with cleaning up awhile ago. The first few times he had done it she insisted that he didn’t have to, but he seemed to enjoy himself so that made her feel a bit better about unloading work onto him at least. She knew why he did it. She knew he liked her. It was for that reason she felt bad for ‘using’ him. He was sweet and kind and she liked him, but not in that way, and she felt that she was only leading him on by spending this much alone-time with him.

Plus... the thing was, being alone with him on many nights had begun messing with her head. Intrusive, dirtier thoughts would creep into her mind before she was quick to stamp them away. She was not blind to the changes she was witnessing. He still had that pretty face of his, but he had begun to tower even further above her and his shoulders had been growing more broad. He was attractive alright? Hey, she never said he wasn’t.

She was leaning over the bar counter, cheeks in her hands as her frazzled and overworked mind began to wander again. Her eyes were drawn to him as he wiped down one of the tables, her lids lowering as her gaze became distant. An image of him laying her across the table and lifting her skirts up flashed through her mind and it near jolted her out of her thoughts. Her eyes squeezed shut as she cringed, willing the fantasies away. As if he’d pull a move like that on her. Not that Elizabeth had ever asked him, but she was almost certain he was an inexperienced lamb.

He lifted his gaze towards her then, a smile on his face that she tried to return. Oh my, well this was a bit awkward. Maybe it was about time she met up with Arne or Halfdan again. Maybe Ivar? It was obvious it was about time she sought out some release if these thoughts kept plaguing her and interfering with her life. It had been too long. Between her multiple jobs and her often late shifts like these ones, she had left her more personal needs on the backburner. 

She straightened herself up, picking her rag up from the counter and going back to wiping the surface down. She kept her head down as she worked, unable to meet Shanks’ eyes again.

#okay i know this was just supposed to be a fantasy thing but consider... PLOT #akagamiko #FOR ALL ( answered. ) #SHIP ( shanksliza. ) #ELIZABETH ( general tag. ) #ELIZABETH ( rp. )

[findfunnynames]

200+ Funny Names For Lakes (Inappropriate & Trending)

Whether you're an experienced sailor, a skillful fisherman, or just a person who enjoys a good joke, lakes will keep you entertained and that includes their funny names.  Whether it is downright silly or subtly suggestive, get ready to join our 200+ Funny Names For Lakes. Some of these nicknames will make you lol, others might raise an eyebrow, and still others will be puzzling for a minute.

Funny Names For Lakes

1. Lake ChucklesWater A haven for laughter enthusiasts. Its name suggests endless joy. Legend says you can't frown on its shores. 2. Giggle Pond Small but mighty in mirth. Its ripple sounds like laughter. A perfect spot for light-hearted picnics. 3. Sobbing Springs Ironically, a place of sheer beauty. Its name contrasts with the serene vibes it offers. Visitors leave happier than they arrive. 4. Bellyflop Bay A paradise for clumsy divers. Its name evokes images of playful summers. Every splash brings a story. 5. Whoopee Waterhole Where every swim feels like a celebration. Its name invites fun-seekers. Ideal for those looking to make a splash. 6. Chortle Reservoir Echoes with laughter from every corner. Its name captures the essence of joy. A must-visit for those needing a chuckle. 7. Snicker Lake Subtle in humor, deep in beauty. Its name whispers tales of amused whispers. A serene getaway for the amused soul. 8. Titter Tarn Small, yet its name packs a punch of humor. Every visit promises a light-hearted adventure. Perfect for a quick escape. 9. Guffaw Lagoon Its name roars with laughter across the waters. A hotspot for joyous gatherings. Family picnics here are never dull. 10. Chuckle Cove A cozy nook that smiles back. Its name suggests warmth and welcome. Ideal for serene, smile-filled afternoons. 11. Grin Gulch Surrounded by smiling hills, its name fits perfectly. A trek here guarantees grins. Nature's Comedy Club. 12. Smirk Pond Subtly amusing, its name hints at hidden jokes. A tranquil spot for those in on the secret. 13. Jest Stream Flowing with playful currents, its name suggests movement and mirth. A journey along its banks is always amusing. 14. Hilarity Harbor A bustling spot where laughter fills the air. Its name promises fun-filled waters. Boaters and kayakers can't get enough. 15. Mirthquake Lake Named for the ripples of joy it sends through visitors. Its name shakes up the usual lake visit. Earth-shatteringly funny. 16. Tickle Tank A small body of water causes big laughs. Its name invites curiosity. Perfect for a refreshing dip or a playful splash. 17. Snigger Springs A secretive spot, its name whispers giggles. Discover its charm and leave with a snigger. A hidden gem for the joyous. 18. Cackle Creek Streams of laughter run through it. Its name captures the essence of fun. Ideal for explorers looking for a giggle. 19. Chirp Pond Where the water seems to laugh. Its name suggests light-hearted banter. Birds and humans alike share jokes here. 20. Rofl Reservoir Rolling on the floor laughing, literally. Its name is a modern twist on joy. A digital age marvel for meme lovers.

Inappropriate Names For Lakes

- OopsieDaisy Depths - SnickerSnack Sinkhole - Guffaw Gorge - Blunder Pond - FauxPas Fishpond - WhoopsieWave Waters - NudgeNudge Nook - Teehee Tarn - Chuckle Creek - Snortle Springs - GiggleGulch - Titter Tank - BumbleBrook - JestJet Pool - Snigger Swamp - Chortle Channel - Gaggle Lagoon - QuirkQuarry - SmirkSink Reservoir - BooBoo Bayou - Flub Lake - Blooper Basin - SlipUp Sea - Gaffe Gulf - Misstep Marsh - Awkward Pond - Bungle Bog - Clumsy Cove - Fumble Fjord - Goof Lagoon More Giggles: 200+ Funny Nicknames for Softball Players

Funny Lakes Names For Girl

- Miss Gigglepond - Lady Laughalot Lake - Princess Giggleswater - Duchess of Chuckles - Queen Quirkquay - Bella Bubblebrook - Serene Smirksea - Madam Merrywaters - Countess Chuckle Cove - Baroness Bubblespring - Lady Snickerstream - Princess Puddleplume - Duchess Drizzle Dell - Queen Guffaw Gulf - Bella Blissbay - Serene Snortlake - Madam Mirthmarsh - Countess Cackle Canal - Baroness Giggleglen - Lady Tittertide - Princess Chuckle Channel - Duchess Dimplesdip - Queen Quipquiver - Bella Breezegiggle - Serene Sillysplash - Madam Mischiefmoat - Countess Chortlechase - Baroness Beam Bay - Lady Larklagoon - Princess Playful Pond

Funny Lakes Names For Boys

- Rogue Ripple - Mischief Marsh - Frolic Fjord - Jester Jetty - Prankster Pond - Scout Stream - Wanderer Wave - Rascal Reservoir - Explorer Estuary - Trickster Tarn - Maverick Mere - Rebel Rivulet - Adventure Anchorage - Buccaneer Basin - Joker Jetstream - Nomad Nook - Vagabond Vale - Pioneer Pool - Squire Splash - Bandit Bayou - Voyager Vault - Raider Runnel - Daredevil Delta - Pathfinder Plunge - Outlaw Oceanic - Scout Shoal - Wildling Waterfall - Knight Knoll - Gypsy Gulf - Phantom Pond

Trending Names For Lakes

- Echo Ecosphere - Viral Vista - Meme Marina - Hashtag Haven - Pixel Pond - Streamer's Stream - Digital Delta - Cyber Cove - Trending Tarn - Selfie Sea - Vlogger's Vale - Insta Isle - Sweetwater Trail - Follower's Fjord - Like Lake - Share Shore - Snapstream - Emoji Estuary - Profile Pond - Tag Lagoon - Feed Fount - Link Lakelet - Story Stream - Filtered Falls - Mute Marsh - Block Bay - Friend Request River - Unfollow Undercurrent - Verified Vista - Mute Mountain Lake More Giggles: 200+ Funny Chinese Restaurant Names

Final Thoughts

That's it for the list of 200+ Funny Names For Lakes. We hope this list provided some laughs for you and maybe even sparked some naming ideas for you. So the next time you see a Lake don't only think about its natural beauty but also think about what you'd call it and make a funny moment out of it. Hopefully, you have enjoyed our post on Funny Names For Lakes, but check out our main page findfunnynames for hilarious content. Read the full article

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WIP Wednesday: The Fool and the Soldier, Ch. 9 (Shop Date)

The Fool and the Soldier is now up on AO3, updated every other Friday (usually). I'm aiming for Friday, but might bump to Saturday/Sunday this week.

Unfortunately, I'll have to bump this next update to next Friday, 12/22. Work has been insane. Like before, I don't want to rush and get something half-assed posted. Hopefully work calms down after the holidays and we'll be back on schedule.

I didn't post a WIP scene last week because all the ones I had ready were super spoilery! So I've posted both this WIP scene and a Meta post today as a treat. Enjoy!

See the directory for other TF&TS posts.

Why did it have to be shopping?

Fjord was ready to declare mutiny and take his chances facing Avantika, Vera, and Bouldergut head on himself, in the middle of the busy port, so long as it would mean an end to this asinine errand. He felt an itch all along the inside of his skin. They’d spent the better part of an hour checking in with the wharfmaster about repairs, then Vera briefly reported what she’d already stocked at each vessel before insisting upon accompanying Avantika for the rest of the day. They’d spent the next two hours stopping in shop after shop, making bulk orders for supplies and assigning a trailing crewman to finish the request or handle delivery, eventually dwindling down to the final four. To make things worse, the dear captain was a haggler, prolonging each of their stops.

Gods, if it wasn’t for the Nein counting on Fjord to keep the crew distracted, he would have gone for the combat option. Instead, he kept a courteous smile on his face and followed Avantika down the busy road. “So, what is it that we still need?”

“Thankfully, Vera’s already ensured that we’ve restocked on most supplies,” Avantika replied. “However, there are a few items I prefer to check myself, and some favors I need to call on.”

“I take it these will be necessary equipment for our next destination?” Fjord noted.

Avantika grinned, though she continued looking forward as she led the way. “Oui.”

That was Nuash for “yes.” Fjord only knew a few key phrases, though he hadn’t heard the Ki’nau language spoken much since he left Port Damali for Nicodranas. It wasn’t that Nicodranas necessarily disfavored Naush; it was that there were far more languages spoken there that he just hadn’t noticed it much during his stops.

Darktow seemed similar, with most speaking in Common, plus a background melody of Marquesian, Naush, racial languages, and another with quick consonants that he didn’t recognize. Everyone switched between multiple languages with ease, depending on who they spoke to. Most land-based locals spoke an airy mix of Common and Naush while most sailors stuck to Common with thick Marquesian accents. Now and then, a group of halflings, dwarves, or elves passed by, speaking in their own tongues.

This mix of cultures and languages was typical of the Menagerie Coast, though there were unique blends at each port. Novel but familiar, nostalgic and diverse, in every new place Fjord had encountered during his time as a crewman. Fjord had missed it more than he realized, and he wished more than anything that he could enjoy it without all this doomsday business hanging over the Nein. It was strange to be homesick for a home that wasn’t a single place. Stranger still to walk in a place that should be like home and to feel like an outsider despite a welcome.

After a time in silence, Fjord teased his regrowing tusks, not yet long enough to protrude from his mouth, but enough to bother his lips. “I presume we’re going to be divin’ at the Diver’s Grave, but have you done that before? I’ve got some experience. Perhaps I can make some recommendations.”

Vera tilted her head slightly to leer at him from the other side of Avantika. Bouldergut said nothing, still stomping along behind them.

“A few times,” Avantika answered coyly as they approached a storefront at the end of the docks. The front wasn’t a proper wall, mostly a giant gate swung open and locked against the side, with a massive furnace along the back wall and anvil in the center, and a counter up front. A blacksmith of some kind.

Before Fjord could ask anything further, Avantika immediately addressed the clerk. He sighed and kept silent so she could work. He’d heard of strange diving suits, leather and metal contraptions for exploring the reefs for shipwrecks. As far as he knew, they worked a few hundred feet down, but they required a pump and tubes to provide air. Not the most efficient way to explore the depths, but then, most people didn’t train for free diving like Fjord had at Driftwood Asylum.

As unpleasant as they were, Fjord let himself get lost in the memories of that terrible place rather than wait mindlessly. Sabian had also been an orphan there and one of numerous bullies that made his life a living hell. Half-orcs weren’t common in Port Damali, and they’d needled him for anything they could think of. Called him a foundling, insisting his parents must have abandoned him rather than died, and he did not have a memory to speak to either possibility. Made fun of his teeth, jeering that he was a half-beast for his tusks. Mocked his uneven skintone, that he’d been left to soak in the water and it was that the green had bled from his flesh.

When Vandran had shown up looking for recruits to join his crew, Fjord had jumped at the chance—and so had Sabian. Thankfully, the work kept them both so busy that Sabian either didn’t have the time to continue his bullying or found enough distractions that were more pleasurable. Those years were hard, without a doubt, but they were some of the best of Fjord’s life. Within a few months, Vandran took him under his wing, tutoring him in sailing, leadership, swordmanship, and generally just getting along with people. All the things a father would have taught.

Then, perhaps a year ago, Sabian blew up the Tide’s Breath in the middle of a terrible storm, killing everyone else aboard and sinking it to the depths.

There had been no lead up to it. No whispers of mutiny or dissatisfaction with Vandran’s leadership. They had left port a few weeks earlier, when Sabian could have left and sought other employment. The half-elf hadn’t even taken anything with him when he dove into the roiling waters just seconds before the explosion. No hints as to a motive. Fjord had first thought his own survival was sheer luck, but after waking half-drowned with the Sword of Fathoms in hand, it must have been Uk’otoa that saved him.

Then, how had Sabian survived?

That thought brought Fjord’s mind to a halt, just as it had all times it cropped up before. Why did Uk’otoa choose and save Fjord, a hapless sailor shipwrecked during a terrible storm? Fjord had seen a vision of Vandran standing over a corpse with the Sword of Fathoms in hand, and after Urukayxl, Avantika had claimed that he had been a chosen of Uk’otoa when she met him (though Fjord had lied that he didn’t know the man). If Avantika had been telling the truth that Vandran had forsaken his plan to release Uk’otoa, then maybe Uk’otoa had taken that chance to send the sword to a new chosen. But why did Uk’otoa pick Fjord, who was loyal to Vandran, instead of Sabian, who had betrayed him?

Maybe Uk’otoa didn’t think Sabian was worth of being chosen. But then what did the demi-god prioritize? Vandran and Avantika were both personable, driven, and had a strong commitment to whatever path they chose. Fjord did alright presenting that sort of personality since he’d started emulating Vandran’s attitude and speech, but—

Avantika interrupted those thoughts as she spoke, “Bouldergut, you can manage, yes?”

Fjord roused from his distraction to turn and see a goliath stop a pallet on spoked wheels behind them. Because of the decline, the man was behind the cart, his grip on a rope preventing it from rolling down the grade. The massive metal construction resembled a bell with strange metal clasps and hooks on the bottom rim.

Bouldergut grinned toothily. “Yeah, boss lady.” She took the rope from the goliath and slowly began down toward the ship, while the goliath rolled his shoulders and walked back behind the storefront with a grunt.

“The balancing weights are inside on the pallet,” the dragonborn blacksmith noted. “I suggest gettin’ a crane to lift it onto the ship. No gangplank’s gonna handle that weight.”

“Of course,” Avantika said as she nodded to Vera, who counted out some silver bars from Bouldergut’s pack and laid them on the counter. “Bouldergut, just guard it at the dock once you get back to the Squalleater. Don’t try to take it aboard.”

“Yes, Captain!” Bouldergut cried as she left.

Once they were on their way again, Fjord asked, “A diving bell? I wasn’t aware that anyone in Darktow was interested in salvage. Actual salvage, not ‘salvage.’” He emphasized with air quotes.

Avantika chuckled as she began leading Vera and Fjord away. “It is not a popular vocation in the Revelry, but there are a few crews dedicated solely to such ventures. Enough for the merchants to keep several useful items stocked. You said you had experience. Are you familiar with deep sea diving?”

“Can’t say that I am,” Fjord answered honestly. “Before I was a sailor, I did some salvage in shallow waters, but none at a depth requirin’ equipment. Just good ol’ fashioned lungs.”

“Yes, I know you have quite the capacity for holding your breath,” Avantika mused with a smirk. Fjord felt his face flush, and while he didn’t look, he could feel Vera’s pointed glare. “However, that would only last you minutes. The depths of the Diver’s Grave require more than skill.”

Fjord took the opportunity to dig. “You didn’t mention how deep we’d be goin’. Do you know, or are we gonna improvise once we get there?”

“The Grave is only perhaps a hundred, a hundred fifty fathoms deep,” Avantika explained. Fjord was only slightly taller than a fathom, and such a depth wasn’t considered deep sea—surprising for a location in the middle of the Lucidian. “Prone to storms, which is why there are many stories of wrecks and treasure to be found there for enterprising divers. Assuming that their own vessel does not join the ones below.”

“With the blessings of Uk’otoa, we have no such fear,” Vera added with conviction.

“Of course,” Avantika agreed.

“At that depth, we’ll need somethin’ for the bends, or else it’ll take much longer between dives,” Fjord noted. He’d heard horror stories of blood boiling, spasms, skin swelling, burning lungs—all symptoms of going too deep too quick and then rushing back up. Even free diving to only twenty fathoms had to be gradual, taking stops on the way back up to settle the change in pressure. He had a feeling his water breathing spell would take care of that, but he’d never told Avantika he had it, and it was one more way to delay.

To prolong the shopping.

“Ah, you are right, my quartermaster,” Avantika noted. “We should stop by the alchemist.”

Fjord nodded, swallowing his frustrated sigh. Godsdamnit, this had better pay off.

#TF&TS #wip wednesday #fjord stone

[bitchfacebriarwood]

when you compliment people it sounds like a fucking insult - fjord

i didnt expect to love him as much as i do tbqh

spoilers for the mighty nein below!

1. A Well Respected Man - The Kinks

And he's oh, so good, And he's oh, so fine, And he's oh, so healthy, In his body and his mind. He's a well respected man about town, Doing the best things so conservatively.

i just think it suits him and his vibe so well. fjord’s just a man going about his life and business. lawful though questionable.

2. I’m Still Here - John Rzeznik

And what do you think you'd understand? I'm a boy, no, I'm a man You can't take me and throw me away And how can you learn what's never shown? Yeah, you stand here on your own They don't know me 'cause I'm not here

i swear not all the cr boys have this song, just a lot of them.

i think this works with the whole sailor vibe, and like yno whatever that boating accident he probably got in not ending him and being like fuck yeah about it.

3. Go the Distance - Hercules

I will find my way I can go the distance I'll be there someday If I can be strong I know every mile will be worth my while

having a purpose, trying to find it and do good while doing that.

4. I Don’t Dance - High School Musical

I wanna play ball now, and that's all This is what I do It ain't no dance that you can show me

idrk why i added this tbh lmao - i do think the vibes work just in general tho...

fjord is chad, molly is ryan

maybe magic? or something???

5. Polaroids - Worry Dolls

maybe he does remember exactly what happened whenever that boat accident happened, but i thought the vibes still kinda fit

the song sorta just sounds like an outlaw yno

[chockfullofsecrets]

Fjord and 17 for the writing prompt? No pressure tho :)

17. Worst “someone finding out you’re ticklish” experience?

“You okay, man?”

Everything hurts. Fjord doesn’t even bother keeping the whine from his voice. “I think this is it for me, first mate… it’s getting dark…”

“That was, like, seventy sit-ups, come on - I’ve literally seen Jes feeling up your abs, so I know you have them-”

“Tell the others to remember me kindly,” he groans, hiding a grin as Beau scoffs at him. “And tell Veth if she touches my stuff I’ll haunt her from the afterlife.”

That earns him another laugh, this one a little louder as his impromptu drill sergeant stalks over. “Up and at ‘em, sailor, you’ve gotta give me fifty more pushups before breakfast!”

With one arm flung lazily across his face to block the first searching rays of dawn, he’s caught completely off guard as Beau digs her bare toes into his side. “Nnh! - hey -”

He flings his arm down to protect himself, already squirming away from the prodding sensation before he catches the look on Beau’s face. “Ouch,” he rushes out, trying to distract her, “gods, did your teachers kick you like that?”

“Yep.” She somehow manages to pop the last letter while maintaining the biggest leer he’s ever seen. It’s terrifying. “How the fuck have you kept that a secret for so long?”

Fjord eyes her warily. “Somehow, it never came up.” Somehow being a lot of held breaths and stifled coughing while various clerics poke at him. He’s not half as bad as some of the others, anyways, as far as he knows - and maybe he wishes it would come up, sometimes, sitting at the edge of piles of tangled limbs and easy laughter and muffled squeals of protest that never seem to be serious enough to take notice of, but - well. That’s a can of worms he’s not really sure how to start opening.

Beau’s still grinning. “So… pushups or I tell Jester?”

He gapes. “You wouldn’t.”

Beau shrugs. “Don’t have to, if you’re laughing your ass off loud enough to wake her up.” 

She levels ten wriggling fingertips in his direction. Fjord shudders, an involuntary motion starting somewhere around his tailbone and shooting up to prickle at the back of his teeth. “And if I’m not going to get those pushups without some encouragement, then-”

Fuck it, he’s never been good at waiting for things to happen to him. “Yeah?” he jabs, rolling to snatch Beau’s calves and bring her down on top of him before she can retort.

“Fuck,” she yelps. And then, more desperate, as he wriggles a hand into the soft part of her side - “Fuhuhuck!”

He laughs and levers himself up on an elbow, just about ready to declare his victory - and then Beau clamps an arm around him, pushing him down flat as insistent fingers worm between them and onto his stomach, and he can’t stop laughing. 

“Hhhah - ahahha - shit, shit, help-” He wasn’t joking about everything hurting, and even as he does his best to wrestle her off he’s finding his muscles don’t want to help with much except curling up into the fetal position and letting the writhing, helpless feeling dancing under his skin squeeze every last bit of breath out of his lungs. 

“Oh, now you want help? Didn’t seem like you wanted my help with training, asshole,” Beau threatens - but she’s laughing too, almost childish giggles leaking out of her as she crushes him into a bear hug and tickles at his sides.

“Pleheheeese,” Fjord wheezes. “Ow, shit, my face hurts.”

“Fiiine,” Beau complains,finally, a little breathless herself as she rolls off him. Not that it stops her from digging her knuckles painfully into his shoulder. “The pushups aren’t going away, though, we’re just gonna do them tomorrow.”

It’s objectively a bad idea to try and tickle her again in revenge, Fjord thinks. He does it anyway. 

#tickling #critical role #beauregard lionett #fjord #chocfic #asks #snippets - dec2021 worsts