#bashter

[quinn-of-aebradore]

Mighty Nein Relationship Moodboards 5

Bashter

Blumenshadow

Caduceus & Kingsley

Caleb & Frumpkin

Fjord & the Wildmother

Lucien & Cree

Verinwulf

Luciessek

Widofjord

Yasha & the Stormlord

#critical role #cr moodboard #quinn moodboards #bashter #beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin #jester lavorre #blumenshadow #caleb widogast #astrid beck #eadwulf grieve #essek thelyss #caduceus clay #kingsley tealeaf #frumpkin #fjord #melora the wildmother #lucien nonagon #cree deeproots #verin thelyss #verinwulf #luciessek #widofjord #kord the stormlord

[blorbologist]

Vampire Bashter AU?

Buckle up folks! TW: temporary character death.

“I want you to have my blood.”

Beau has to spit her soup to sputter “Yasha, what the fuck?!”. It spills hot and holy on her chin and she wipes it away with the back of her hand. Nothing comes with - Heroes Feasts are certainly something. 

“I hate to echo Beauregard, but…” Caleb hesitates, grilled cheese mid-dip. He drowns it a little further. “Please, elaborate on that?”

Yasha fidgets. “I, well. The soup made me think of it, because blood is like your body’s soup, right-”

“Gross, not while we’re eating!”

“Sorry, Veth.” She winces. “I mean… I can’t really die. Or, I can, but I’ll just poof into mist and mosey on to where we left my coffin outside Aeor, right? On top of the rage rage rage thing.” Her fingers threaten her bowl’s integrity, so Beau eases her hands down. “I don’t want you to die,” Yasha admits softly. “I don’t - I know this isn’t -”

“Thank you for the offer, Yasha,” Fjord says gently. “It’s very thoughtful and considerate of you.”

The sentiment is echoed by the rest of the Nein, though with a lot more unease. 

Yasha’s gaze scatters against Beau’s face. She can feel it as she pokes studiously at her rice. “Ah, Beau?”

“I’m staying me,” she says quietly. “If anything happens, I trust Jester and Caduceus to bring me back, and you to stop me from going down in the first place.” She grins weakly. “Besides, I can’t be your juicebox if we both… need… juice?” That made more sense in her head.

Jester’s hand flies up.

“I want to be a vampire!” she proclaims. “See, I already have the fangs for it, and I bet I’d be so cool-”

The Nein bicker back and forth, with Yasha vehemently insisting that no, she really wouldn’t want to be a vampire, and this is only just in case she dies. Fjord also agrees to the measure, just in case. Essek almost does, only to clench his fist, ears flattening very much like Frumpkin’s might. 

Yasha slices the inside of her forearm (“I need these hands for swinging swords! Who would cut their palm?”). Her blood (Beau’s blood, taken and made new) looks just as red as the rest of theirs. Fjord, grimacing, uses a cup to gather it up and throws it back with a shudder. 

Jester scoots over, takes Yasha’s hand. “That took too long,” she says brightly, before gently pulling her forearm close and pressing her lips to the wound. 

Beau swallows hard. Holy shit. Looks away - stupid, she looked away to Yasha, whose eyes are cut red, fangs peeking out of her just open mouth. 

It’s an agonizing few gulps (gulps, holy shit, the way her throat moves-) before Jester draws back with a gasp. When she wipes the rivulet of blood away (Yasha’s(Beau’s)), her sleeve comes away cherry red. Nothing heroic about this.

“That was hot,” Beau blurts out. She promptly shoves her bowl of soup to her lips and chugs. 

--

Lucien impales Jester with the claws of his wings. A butterfly pinned to a collector’s board, and just as perfect. Until he shakes her off and twists around to jab at Yasha, her own wings burning her with their dark light. 

“Jester!” they scream, Caleb screams, Fjord screams, everything and everyone is screaming, because their heart has been skewered and their hearts have stopped beat-

She gasps

- beating. Beating, beating, as Jester gasps and hacks and hauls herself up on her elbows.

“I’m okay! I’m okay!”

Beau’s eyes catch on the red of her pupils, the red of her blood, the same shade between them, and has only a moment for her gut to lurch before it’s back to saving their friend (and maybe the world).

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Send me an AU/WIP (see my pinned post) + a ship and I'll give you a lil romantic moment for them set in that universe! Either a whole complicated HC or a lil snippet <3

#critical role #campaign 2 #the mighty nein #bashter #beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin #jester lavorre #beau x jester x yasha #ask game #my writing #beauyasha #beaujester #if its!! not ok that I tagged the poly ship thing with these other two lemme know? I can't figure out wtf to tag the polycule as rip

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

this is for @ss117 thank you so much for submitting for my project!

Prompt: I'd love a Bashter + Fjord Hurt/Comfort fic. I'm always a sucker for Beau whump, especially Beau who gets herself hurt for the sake of others

When Fjord’s phone rings just after midnight, he is very much inclined to ignore it and go to bed.But whenever one of his friends calls him this late, it usually means he has to bail them out of jail or check them out of the hospital. So despite the late hour, he begrudgingly answers, “What happened?”

Immediately he regrets his tone because Jester’s voice comes through, thick with tears, “Fjord? Beau’s hurt and-and-”

“Jessie, take a deep breath,” he says calmly. “Beau’s hurt? Are you at the hospital?”

She sniffs, “No. Yasha and I brought her home. She’s not hurt that bad but-but, can you just come over? Please?”

“I’m on my way, ten minutes tops. I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay,” Jester says softly. She sniffs again and hangs up. Fjord drags his hand down his face trying to think about what the fuck Beau has gotten herself into now. So he shoots off a text to Caduceus that he’s heading out and quickly grabs his wallet, phone, keys, and the first aid kit from under the sink just in case. 

He makes the ten minute walk to Beau, Jester, and Yasha’s apartment in just over five. After he knocks on the door, it opens in less than a second, Yasha appearing on the other side. 

“Thank you for coming,” she says softly as she lets him inside. 

“What happened?” Fjord asks, matching her tone. 

Yasha sighs, “We went to a bar, someone said something about Jester. They called her a-a devil spawn and many things much worse. Beau tried to defend her and got herself beat up in the process.”

Fjord nods and Yasha leads him back through the hallway towards the bedroom. Inside he finds the other two women. Beau is leaning against the headboard, her face bloody and bruised. Jester is curled into her side, tail wound entirely down Beau’s left leg and her head resting on Beau’s shoulder. There are obvious tear tracks on her face. Beau runs her fingers up and down Jester’s shoulder, allowing Fjord to see her bloody knuckles. 

When she sees him in the doorway, Beau looks up and sighs, “Hey, man.”

“You look like shit,” Fjord walks over and sits down on the edge of the bed. He hears Yasha enter quietly behind him. She moves over to Jester’s side, pulling her into her arms and off of Beau. Jester is clearly reluctant to go far, keeping her tail around Beau’s leg. 

“You know the drill,” Fjord tells her. “Follow my finger.” He shines his phone flashlight into her eyes as she does as he says. 

“I don’t have a concussion,” Beau tells him. “Jester already checked.” 

“Just to be safe,” Fjord mutters under his breath. It seems that she’s at least cleaned the blood off of the wounds. Fjord takes her hands and rests them on his knee as he opens up the first air kit and starts to wipe over the broken skin with an alcohol wipe. Beau hisses and glares at him, but doesn’t say anything as he cleans and then bandages them up. 

He takes her face in his hands, tilting her head to inspect the cuts on her face before determining that none of them need bandages. 

“Thank you for coming,” she squeezes his hand gently. 

He looks at Jester and Yasha, both of them silent, watching Beau with concern and anxiety. “Anything else I can do?”

“Can you make alfredo?” Jester asks softly. 

Fjord laughs, “That’s really why you invited me here, isn’t it?”

“Maybe,” Jester giggles as she sits back in her spot tucked to Beau’s side. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” he chuckles as he gets up off the bed. “I’m crashing on your couch after this, it’s too late to head home.” 

Jester grins and Fjord has a sneaking suspicion that’s really why she asked him to come over, she just wanted him to stay. But he doesn’t mind, he’s slept on many of their friends’ couches when they needed someone around. So he squeezes Beau’s hand, kisses Jester’s head, squeezes Yasha’s shoulder and leaves the three women alone as he heads to the kitchen. 

Before he closes the door, he sees Yasha pull Jester and Beau into her arms, eyes squeezed shut.

#critical role #bashter #mighty nein

[korecrimson]

This was...this was something. 

#cr #critical role #c2 #c2e88 #i don't even know how to tag this #beauyasha #beaujester #do they have another ship name? #i don't even know #bashter #apparently #i gotta look all these up at some point

[ss117]

Mighty Nein Fic Requests Open

I've been trying to get into the habit of writing more often, so I am opening up requests. (Currently also working on a longish post-canon fic) Open for the majority of prompts -Whump, fluff, etc -No sexual assualt of any kind please Ship Polynein. Most comfortable with Beaujester, Beauyasha, Bashter, but open to other ships as well. Also happy with any platonic ships Here is my AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/ss117 I will try to get to any prompt that I get, but please be patient! Also open for ideas for the following Febuwhump Prompts:

DAY 18: forced to watch DAY 19: delirium DAY 20: caged DAY 21: "help them” DAY 22: restrained DAY 23: “don’t leave!” DAY 24: too weak to move DAY 25: muffled screams DAY 26: “please don’t do this” DAY 27: shower breakdown DAY 28: presumed dead ALT 1: buried alive ALT 3: shrapnel ALT 4: "i dreamt you were alive” ALT 5: left behind ALT 6: natural disaster ALT 8: "i’ll never forgive you" ALT 9: friendly fire

#mighty nien #requests open #beaujester #polynein #beauyasha #bashter #empire siblings

[ka-koala]

considering the “opening the relationship” discussion at the beginning of the one shot i think bashter could have been canon if things would have gone just a little differently, welcome to my ted talk

#i am not over beaujes and not over the perfect ending that bashter would have been #also this is a joke but also it isn’t

[jadequarze]

Help, I keep reading Imodna fics before actually watching C3 (though I'm keeping up with it). And total agree with the happy go lucky character going feral. Since I'm mostly C2, one of my favorite things with BeauJes/Bashter fics/art is Jester going feral. Your art is amazing. I am grabby hands at ALL your art and I hope my finances are well for next time your commissions are open.

HUAGHSUSHAHSU THANK YOU!!!

Yeah, the happy go lucky character going feral trope my beloved 🥰

#asks #ss117 #back when my fixation on c2 was strong is manifesting jester to go feral

[sashthesloth]

Bashter for the Ship Bingo?

beloveds beloveds they all have two hands

#ask meme #ask

[urloveee]

rating mga dati kong crushii

J - 0/10 YAKS TALAGA SAKANYA PAKYU SAYO DI AKO MAKALABAS CLASSROOM DAHIL SAYO BEECH

Z- 7/10 nauna sya nagka feeling pero wala nag stay sya kay girlelets

Harvey gana - 9/10 panahong masaya pa ako whahshah

sandy (kilala muna yarn) 4/10 wattpad era na obsession era rin kasi politician

Yubi- nah naging hapi crush 8/10

shield 10/10

Bashter 10/10 okay lang

uniko 9/10 okay lang rin medj pumangit ngayun WAGAHAHAHHAHA di jok gwafu parin

[ginger-biscuit]

Oh to be Expositor Beauregard Lionett, trying to drunkenly ping silver pieces off a burlesque dancer while the two women you have a crush on sit upstairs writing you the world’s worst love poem

#critical role #critical role spoilers #cr2 #beau #yasha #jester #beauyasha #bashter

[blorbologist]

Not bad for answering asks over a couple of days!

Anyways, here are the Valentines ship asks compiled. Thank you for everyone who sent some in, I had a lot of fun and could turn some of these into fics proper with a little extra work! <33

Vampire Bashter 1, blood is soup

Vampire Bashter 2, aftermath of the battle

Vampire Bashter 3, assorted HCs

Vaxgileth, death and dragonteeth

Perc’ahlia modern AU, Baggage snippet 

Perc’ahlia filles du roi AU, married? since WHEN?

Briarwoods Delilah’s daughters AU, Sylas love he wif

Cat’s Cradle 1, tag! you’re it

Cat’s Cradle 2, not lonely anymore 

Cat’s Cradle 3, dinner’s ready

Perc’ahlia Age of Arcanum AU, undercover in Aeor

Pikelan in the Age of Arcanum AU, worldbuilding and woes

Percy is the pact weapon AU 1, squirmy

Percy is the pact weapon AU 2, need a hand

#critical role fanfiction #cr fanfic #tlovm fanfic #perc'ahlia #percahlia #bashter #keyleth x vax x gilmore #cr au #tlovm au #pikelan #my writing #this was a lot of fun - thanks yall!!

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

for @pipsqueak216 thank you for submitting to help with my project!

Prompt: Jester and yasha confessing feelings and first kiss

Their relationship is relatively new, only a little more than a month old. Or well, at least Jester’s part in their relationship is new. Beau and Yasha have been together for six months and Jester is still getting used to the feeling of having two girlfriends. Or rather, one girlfriend and whatever her relationship with Yasha is. 

Jester has kissed Beau plenty, and done far more than kiss on numerous occasions. The two of them are solidly in a relationship. But Jester has yet to kiss Yasha. She was invited into their relationship because of Beau’s feelings for her, not Yasha’s so on some level, Jester feels guilty for the feelings growing for Yasha.

But they seem to be growing even more rapidly in recent days.

She finds herself staring at Yasha as she gardens, admiring the way the sweat collects on her brow and the pride in her eyes when she pulls a fully grown carrot from the dirt. And gods the way her muscles ripple when stretches after working out and her smile and her love of flowers and truly everything about her.

This giddy feeling of a crush is one of Jester’s favorite feelings, it feels almost like someone is blowing bubbles in her stomach. But the guilt comes from the fact that Jester knows about Zuala, that Jester knows how long it took for Yasha to feel comfortable enough to love Beau. 

Besides, who knows if Yasha even likes her that way in the first place.

Despite the fact that she wants nothing more than to ask Beau’s advice, she knows that this is a problem for her to solve by herself. Beau will tell Yasha and then the whole thing will become complicated. And it could lead to her losing this relationship entirely and that can’t happen because she loves them so much. 

So she keeps it to herself. Even if it means nearly biting through her lip when Yasha walks into their bedroom wearing nothing but a towel around her shoulders to soak up the water dripping from her hair. 

Beau and Jester are still in bed, though Beau is dressed in her robes, ready to leave for work and Jester is still in her light pink nightgown. For the past few minutes, Jester has been trying so hard to get Beau to skip work today and just stay with them.

When she sees Yasha, Beau grins and jumps off the bed to take Yasha by the waist and kiss her, “Morning, babe.” 

Yasha laughs against Beau’s lips, “Don’t you have to go to work soon?” 

Beau groans and rolls her eyes, “Jester says I don’t have to go and I can stay in bed with you two all day.” 

Jester grins and gets up, attaching herself to Beau’s back, “And you should listen to me because I’m always right.” She nips her fang against Beau’s earlobe, making the woman shiver. 

Yasha smiles at the two of them, “Well then it sounds like you don’t really have a choice.” 

Beau hums, but all too quickly shakes her head, “You two are such bad influences, Dairon will have my ass if I miss work again.” 

“What if I want your ass?” Yasha croons in Beau’s ear, squeezing her hip.

“Nope, nope, nope,” Beau extracts herself from her girlfriends’ arms, “I’m leaving before you can convince me to stay.” 

Jester pouts as Yasha laughs, “Have a good day at work, babe.” 

Beau sighs dramatically, but gives them both a kiss before darting out of the bedroom and closing the door behind her softly. As Beau leaves, Jester plops back down on the foot of the bed, watching Yasha as she digs around in the closet for what she wants to wear. Her tail flicks behind her playfully as she gazes over Yasha’s broad body. Yasha doesn’t seem bothered by her attention thankfully. 

And when Yasha is dressed in a soft green dress, she turns to look at Jester with an odd look on her face, “Is everything okay? You have a weird look on your face.”

Jester immediately blushes and covers her face with her hands. Her mama always said that she has a bad poker face. Of course Yasha can see the lust written all over her face. It’s honestly a miracle that Yasha or Beau hasn’t called her out on her massive crush on the barbarian. So…might as well bite the bullet, right?

“Yasha, can I ask you something?”

She hears Yasha laugh softly and the bed bounces a bit as she sits down beside her on the bed. “Of course.”

Jester keeps her hands over her face, sure she won’t be able to ask this if Yasha is looking at her. “Do you ever want to, you know, kiss me?” And immediately she turned even deeper purple and quickly adds, “If you don’t want to it’s totally fine and it doesn’t matter and I’ll be totally fine-”

Her nervous rambling is cut off by Yasha’s hands on her wrists. Jester lets Yasha slowly pull her hands away from her face nervously. She finds Yasha looking at her with an amused smile, “You want to kiss me?” Jester nods. 

Yasha leans forward, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear and kisses her softly. Her lips are chapped, but Jester doesn’t mind. It’s everything she’s wanted, it’s warm and soft and Yasha smells like lavender soap. Yasha’s hands are on her cheeks, her hands so warm as she caresses her cheek softly. 

When they pull apart, Jester can’t help but grin, her tail flicking back and forth in delight.

Yasha smiles shyly, “Beau’s been telling me to do that since I told her I had feelings for you.”

Jester laughs through a gasp, “Why did you wait then?”

“Because I know this is your first real relationship and I wanted to be, I don’t know, careful.” 

“I was waiting because I didn’t want to rush you,” Jester tells her. The two of them laugh until Jester says, “I have feelings for you too in case that wasn’t clear.” 

“Oh that was very clear,” Yasha smiles as she kisses Jester again.

#bashter #critical role #mighty nein

[fuzzyface]

Jester and Yasha co-writing a love poem for Beau with zero self-awareness of what that implies about the both of them is so so so funny like girls please just all date each other I promise that’s an option

#anyway that scene was really cute #but i'm still gunning for beauyashter #critical role #cr spoilers #beauyashter #bashter

[fiovske]

🎵 I was busy thinking about girls (girls) girls (girls) 🎵

#bashter #beauyashter #critical role art #critical role fanart #beauregard #jester lavorre #yasha nydoorin #havin both an angel gf and a devil gf... beau's really got it all huh #fiovske draws

[fruitmeats]

princesses and a knight 😳

+ the full

#critical role #critical role fanart #beauyasha #beaujester #yashter #bashter

[jadequarze]

i just wanna say im real excited to go through your Mighty Nein art when i finish the campaign (im at C2E82), i saw the Beau x Yasha x Jester piece on your commissions page and 🥺💜 it makes my heart so full

Hell yeah, have fun with C2!

BASHTER!! WOOOOO

#asks #pipsqueak216