#ch: yasha

[kawaiichan67]

The Big Mistake Ch. 2

InuKag, Inu & Kikyo

Modern AU

Higurashi Kagome and Mori Inu Yasha haven’t had enough time together lately, so Kagome decides to give her boyfriend a sexy surprise at his office. Big mistake.

#Kikyo just trying to help her friend #inukag #inukag fanfic #modern au #kagome higurashi #inuyasha

[late-to-the-party-81]

Stucky Bingo Round 5

Key: 🥰 Fluff 😭Angst 🍆Smut 🍑WLW smut 🌑Dark 🩸Violence 🌶 Suggestive

B5 - I've always wanted you [but not like this] 🌑😭🍆

I1 - To wait for you is all I can do 🥰😭

I2 - Of Pianos and Mischief 🥰

I5 - The Prince and the Pauper - plus November Challenge Prompt - Topaz 🥰😭

N2 - For the very first time 1 2 3 4 5 6 🥰😭🍆Cap Quartet

N3 - Happy Birthday, Yasha 🍆

N4 - Time spent with you is never wasted 🥰🍆

G1 - Take a picture [it will last longer] 🍆

G2 - You can ring my bell - Septemer Adoptable "You look so pretty like this." 🥰🌶

O1 - Loyalty, honour and a willing heart 🥰

O2 - He who Lovescraft, loves loudest - plus October Challenge prompt - Haunted House 🥰🌶

O3 - Sunshine and Gunsmoke Ch 1 🥰😭🌶

#stucky #stucky bingo #steve rogers x bucky barnes #steve x bucky #master list

[copperhawkthoughts]

Hey it’s Wednesday, have a bit of Ch 19 of The Nature of Light, my canon-adjacent Essek POV Aeor arc wip.

Yussa Errenis, Archmage of Finding Out, has just been released from an eternity of torment within Cognouza…

“You know, that’s the second time we’ve had to rescue Mr. Yussa from a sticky situation.”

Essek looks up - he has to crane his neck to do so - and cocks an eyebrow at Caduceus.

“Got himself stuck in the Happy Fun Ball, had to go in there and find him.”

The Happy…the what?

“The what?”

Caduceus chuckles. “Oh yeah. Some kinda fancy wizard tower, chock full of traps and magic. You should ask Caleb to tell you the story sometime.”

“How did you come to know him at all? I’ve heard the name before, but as something of a recluse.”

Caduceus looks down at him again, eyes knowing. Unaccountably Essek finds himself flushing, looking away. Caduceus chuckles again.

“Oh, well, you know them.” He gestures ahead to the rest of the Nein. “They’re a charming bunch. Persistent, too.”

Essek laughs himself, small and wry. “Mm. Yes. I see. Catnip to a lonely wizard.”

“Lonely cleric, too.”

Essek looks up again, and it is Caduceus’ turn to arch a brow.

“He’s been good for Mr. Caleb, I think.”

Essek’s not certain what his face does, but Caduceus just flaps his hand, waving away whatever he sees in Essek’s reaction.

“He needed to know other wizards. Know they weren’t all…the way he expected them to be. Sometimes we all need a different perspective.”

He smiles down at Essek, placid and kind, and shifts away to walk next to Yasha…

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#I just like to think that Caddy is using his powers for evil about 75 percent of the time #and by evil I mean secretly fucking with people #the mighty nein #essek thelyss #copperhawk writes #cr fanfic #the nature of light #critical role #cr spoilers

[mareastrorum]

WIP Wednesday: The Fool and the Soldier, Ch. 3 (Bladegarden)

The Fool and the Soldier is now up on AO3, updated every other Friday. This is an off-week, so here is a snippet from next week’s chapter! Commentary on Chapter 2 will go up on Friday.

Fanfic Summary: Mollymauk Tealeaf survived the Mighty Nein's encounter with the Iron Shepherds on Glory Run Road, but a short time later, a spirit began hunting him, claiming that he stole his body. This Campaign 2 AU begins with Episode 26 and continues on from there.

Rusted blades.

Dozens, hundreds of red, brown, green, and gray weapons stabbed into the earth, mingling among the grasses and bushes lining the southward road. A garden of metal and wildflowers. At the horizon, dark clouds hovered along the mountain range, slowly moving southwest. The faint outline of a city shadowed the morning mist in the distance.

Yasha had met Molly and the carnival not too far from this place. Bladegarden had been the first large settlement she had visited as a part of the entourage. The city had seemed so overwhelming, but Molly had taken the lead in exploring the place and passing out flyers, while she acted as The Brute protecting him. It seemed so silly now that she knew how capable he was at defending himself from typical troublemakers.

Red flashed across her sight, along with the image of Lorenzo tormenting Molly from beyond metal bars. Yasha blinked that away.

Molly couldn’t defend himself from everything. She needed to become stronger.

Her eyes roamed the landscape, searching for a purpose, but they only found useless, discarded weapons among flourishing plains. This old battlefield reminded Yasha of something, but she struggled to recall what it was. Perhaps the aftermath of a conflict, not a fight itself. Visions came to her again and again in dreams, and there were always so many corpses, but never combat. Blood, fire, smoke, ash, mud. The only face—the only voice—was the crimson man, though she only recalled vague details. Even so, he always seemed so pleased and fond.

Why did it feel so wrong when she only remembered how happy he was to see her?

Yasha sighed as she continued walking. There wasn’t time to linger here. If she did not keep moving, the storm would leave her behind.

Or was she supposed to stop? Pay respects to the lost, even if she did not know who they were or how they died? Was it because of her? Or had she simply been there when it happened? Or only stumbled across it?

What was she supposed to do?

Blue caught her eye. A dark bramble grew out of a boulder, where a greataxe had embedded into the stone. The coloring was strange: black stems, gray leaves, and vibrant blue flowers.

Yasha veered off the road toward the plant. As she grew closer, she marveled at it. Such a beautiful color, like the sky and Beau’s eyes. Reminiscent of the flora that Zuala and Yasha had used to bind themselves to each other. But the center was black and resembled a face, and these had six petals instead of five.

A thorn sliced into Yasha’s hand as she picked a flower, but she paid it no mind. She’d done that so many times by now. She pulled out her book, the pages falling open to the four-leafed clover Molly had given her when they first met. She smiled slightly, reminiscing how it had seemed to bring her luck since then. She flipped through to the next empty page, spotting something about how to curtsy before she placed the flower on that page, a small drop of crimson blood staining the paper near the stem, and pressed the book closed.

Once Yasha had returned the book to her pack, she turned back toward the road. She inspected her hand to see how deep the cut had gone, but there was no wound. She pressed along her skin to see if perhaps it had settled. No sign of injury except the blood she wiped away. As though she had not been cut at all.

Strange. Maybe it had been so sharp that it would not bleed further.

Yasha shrugged it off and let her gaze wander as she followed the road. She had been keeping an eye out for scorpion grass, but she had not yet found any. Perhaps it only grew in Xhorhas. Traveling there with the Nein seemed unlikely with the war. She vaguely recalled seeing them as the winter snowpack began to lessen on the mountains, growing at the eastern edge of the moorlands where the soil was less damp. Maybe in spring, then.

There was time.

For now, Yasha continued south, searching for something, hoping that she would know what it was when she came upon it.

#wip wednesday #TF&TS #critical role fanfiction #yasha nydoorin

[kittiesandolives]

There's a new remake page up! Wow, Yasha literally slapped the sexism out of him xD

#kuro shouri #my art #comics #webcomics #webtoon #comic update #webcomic update

[daggersandarrows]

“Percy,” she whispers, “are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely.” He leans his face against her hand, nuzzling into it, and she runs her fingers briefly through his hair. She fiddles with the collar with her other hand and he whines a little, wanting it badly enough that he can almost feel the cool leather against his neck, feel Vex’s sharp tug at the ring, the snap of leather on skin as he’s forced to look up at his love.

“Percy…”

“I promise you, Vex. I…” he swallows around the dryness in his mouth. “I want it. Badly."

lifeline, pt. 7 of bread, salt, wine

He smells like magic, so deeply and thoroughly that it almost makes Wulf dizzy, and beneath that he smells like old books and new books and chemicals and...oh, the scent is so familiar that it makes Wulf ache. It's not Bren--he knows that at a glance, scent or no scent. But he's made out  of the same components, so to speak, and Wulf has never wanted to be so close to a stranger so badly in his entire life.

He thinks, maybe, this is what people speak of when they speak of attraction. The strength of it is right, the uncompromising pull...but it just feels like sadness.

ch. 5 of while the cat's away

“Did you work today?” asks Percy cautiously, hovering near the bed but coming no closer.

“God no,” says Vax dismissively, still struggling to sit up.

“Do you...need anything?”

“No,” says Vax, with less conviction.

“I can make tea.”

“Yes, please .”

quiet in the dark, pt. 2 of bread, salt, wine

There’s blood matted in the finer, fluffier feathers at the joint where the wing meets the body, and it’s making a horrible screaming shriek sound with an odd musical undertone to it, beautiful even in its agony. It’s as though it’s literally unable to make any sound that isn’t some variant on its own song.

Yasha thinks about that for a moment too long, about things that exist in pain and things that are unable to be anything but themselves even in that pain, and how the noise will probably attract predators that will be much more successful in catching the thing and putting it out of its misery than she would be. And then she keeps walking, the pained screams ringing in her ears, aware that even this is a goodbye of a kind that Zuala never got to make.

you and you and nothing but you

“I miss him too,” he says. It’s somewhat unexpected--Astrid is used to Wulf’s sullen, pensive silences going on until she says what he wants to hear. This feels like a gentle nudge.

“He’s alive,” says Astrid simply. “That’s enough.”

“Is it?” Wulf asks.

“It has to be.”

Wulf turns his head away, squinting back across the white expanse towards the two adventuring parties. “Of course.”

tonight the lie's alright

i archive locked all of my fics bc of the ai stuff going on right now--so here's a little preview of the ones i'm proudest of at the moment, if anyone likes what they see and wants to hmu for an ao3 invite :3

#tw: animal injury #thane.txt

[constantinlevine]

Answer to What do grad students in math do all day? Do they just sit at their desk and think? by Yasha Berchenko-Kogan https://www.quora.com/What-do-grad-students-in-math-do-all-day-Do-they-just-sit-at-their-desk-and-think/answer/Yasha-Berchenko-Kogan?ch=18&oid=1770864&share=5fdb9059&srid=hTYRL&target_type=answer

[lanseax]

Were the beds not comfortable?

#beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin #critical role #critical role art #dungeons and dragons #dnd #beau #yasha #beauyasha #noxs edits #mine*fanart #ch: beau #ch: yasha #misc: critical role #otp: five gold

[microcosmtoxin]

I will NEVER be over yasha, YASHA nyoordin, losing her wife, best friend, herself for a while and then finding happiness again. not forgetting and not letting go of her old family but letting joy and happiness and love enter her heart again. she wanted for so long for someone to hate her and hurt her and leave her but with unrelenting love the mighty nein wormed their way in and gave her the space to heal. and SHE DID, she fell in love with beau, she fell in love with the mighty nein, she fell in love with a new home, her kids, her dogs, her life! she got her mind back and her heart back and her body back there were certainly bumps in the road but she did it!!! my emotions are a WRECK due to one (1) sword lesbian.

#critical role #yasha nydoorin #cr yasha #inspiration has struck me in text posts die mad #c: 2 #ch: yasha #type: thoughts

[kawaiichan67]

Hanami Fortunes Ch. 9

InuKag MirSan Modern AU

For @liz8080

Taisho Inu Yasha is lonely. He has felt the tug of his Red Thread but can’t seem to meet his soulmate. Enter his interfering older brother Sesshomaru and best friend Miroku who decide that his best chance is to meet her at the company’s hanami. It’s his fate, after all. Too bad Inu Yasha has his eye on one of his co-workers.

#inukag #inukag fanfic #modern au

[s0ftpining]

your withered wings begin to feather

i love yasha so much and i’ve been wanting to do a proper tribute for such a long time 💜

#criticalrole #criticalrolefanart #critical role #yasha #cr fanart #tv: critical role #ch: yasha #*my art

[copperhawkthoughts]

Ch 13 of The Nature of Light is up! Essek is…a little distracted.

Caleb straightens his clothing and pulls the tie out of his hair, finger-combing it to smooth the disorder left by Yasha’s petting and gathering it haphazardly up into a high bun. He turns to look around himself, taking in the Sea and the city below, and a few shorter locks immediately pull free and drift slowly around his face.

Essek finds himself wondering idly what Caleb would look like with his hair up in one of the elaborate styles favoured by the archmages of the Court; it’s nearly long enough now, and he has the bone structure for it. Then again, Essek can hardly see him fussing over his grooming for hours just to impress a pack of courtiers, and it’s not like he wouldn’t stand out amongst the Kryn unadorned, with his height and the rare dark copper of his hair.

As Essek considers this, an image drifts upwards from the depths of his memory: Caleb in high-collared black silk embroidered with subtle flames, hair sleek and bound at the nape of his neck, radiating power in the midst of the pastel fripperies of a nobleman’s party in Nicodranas. The echo of the adrenaline shock Essek felt in the moment of that memory jerks him back to reality and he mentally shakes himself, incredulous. What in the nine hells is the matter with him, daydreaming about playing dress-up - at all, let alone here and now? Ridiculous…

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#critical role #the mighty nein #essek thelyss #shadowgast #copperhawk writes #the nature of light #wip wednesday

[mareastrorum]

WIP Wednesday: The Fool and the Soldier, Ch. 7 (Forward)

The Fool and the Soldier is now up on AO3, updated every other Friday. This is an off-week, so here is a snippet from next week’s chapter! Commentary on Chapter 6 will go up on Friday.

Fanfic Summary: Mollymauk Tealeaf survived the Mighty Nein's encounter with the Iron Shepherds on Glory Run Road, but a short time later, a spirit began hunting him, claiming that he stole his body. This Campaign 2 AU begins with Episode 26 and continues on from there.

It was an unfairly gorgeous day. The sun shone as though nothing had gone wrong the night prior, with only a few puffy clouds swiftly traveling in from the south.

The Nein had escaped with their lives and a ship, but none of that had gone according to plan. They had only intended to question Marius LePual about what he knew of Avantika and the ball she had hired the Jagentoths to find. They would up killed nearly the entire crew—which turned out to be pirates, so it wasn’t like it was bad—and taking their ship. She had almost killed another crewman, Gallen Westman, but she managed to bring him back, and he was going to help repair the ship and stay on the crew. He wasn’t even mad or anything.

But other than her, Caleb, Molly, and Nott, the rest seemed sullen over how it had gone. Fjord and Beau talked each other up a little, and Yasha was fine one Molly sat with her for a while.

Caduceus had sat with his knees to his chest as he spoke. “I… had a mission, a holy purpose, a thing that defined me, and I thought that I was honoring it, and now—what if I was wrong? This is not what I thought it was going to be.”

“What was your mission?” Jester had asked.

“My home is dying and… I thought this was what I was supposed to do. I waited for a sign and I thought you were the sign, and now maybe there wasn’t any sign. Maybe I just left, and I’m on a ship in an ocean that doesn’t want me here. It’s been so quiet, and— what if I made a mistake?”

“Well,” Jester replied before a pause. “A lot of times I think that maybe the Traveler has left me and I think maybe things are going poorly and he doesn't like me anymore, but sometimes he'll just show up after a while and tell me that I was on the right path all along, and he just made it fun for me to find it again.”

“And one day will be the last time; what then?”

“You’re not afraid of death, are you?”

Caduceus had shaken his head. “No. Although dying was— I’ve been hurt before and I’ve— almost drowning was a lot.” He seemed to be looking far away when he said that, as if it was something other than what had happened that day, then he laughed nervously. “That was a lot, and the ocean is a lot, and this is a lot.”

Jester patted his back. “Breathe.” The firbolg took a deep breath in and out. “The world is a lot bigger than your cemetery. There are a lot of things for you to see, and you have to break out of your comfort zone in order to find the path that you are looking for.”

“I think I needed to hear that,” Caduceus said as he nodded. “Thanks.”

Caduceus was always so confident and calm until then that Jester had not thought to worry about him. He was a healer, he looked out for the Nein. But he needed someone to look out for him, too. Jester and Molly had cheered him up by cooking with him and showing him the spice pouch Yasha got, so the firbolg seemed calmer by the time he slept. They’d try to do more stuff like that for him to help as they went.

In the meantime, the Nein had made plans to travel out to the Inky Claw Reef in search of Avantika’s ship, the Squalleater. To tie off some loose ends, Jester and Nott had swiftly made their way into the Opal Archways toward the Lavish Chateau. The rest had stayed on their new ship, The Mistake, or gone to the harbor to recruit a crew and spread rumors to cover up what had happened.

Jester was dressed in a disguise courtesy of Molly and Beau: a brunette wig over her hair and horns, makeup to give her a lighter complexion, arm length gloves, and Beau’s light blue coat. Nott had used her new hat of disguise to take the form of a cute halfling: a plump, dark-skinned young woman in simple gray clothes with a round, pleasing face and pretty brown eyes. She walked through town as if they had only just arrived, with confidence Jester had not seen before. It was enough that none of the zhelezo bothered either of them.

While they had a brief reunion, and Jester had nearly decided not to leave, seeing her mother and Bluud one more time was worth it. She assured them that whatever rumors they heard about a blue tiefling dying were made up. They were working on a case! And hit a major lead! And going out to sea! Marion would take care of Nugget and the peacock, since they would not do well on a ship, and even keep the cart for them until they returned.

“Be safe, my little šašek,” Marion said as she smiled and kissed Jester on the forehead. She also put a small pouch in Jester’s hands. “And a token for you, too.”

“Thank you, Mama!” Jester said as she hugged her one more time. “I love you. I’ll be back soon, and I’ll have a lot of stories.”

Marion patted her before pulling back, “I love you, too, Jester. Go! And I will see you soon.”

Jester almost clung to her again, but she nodded and walked out with Nott, tossing one more look back. Marion smiled knowingly and waved once before going to her vanity. Jester took a breath before walking down to bid Bluud and the others farewell, and she was shortly outside once more with Nott.

“You really missed home, didn’t you, Jester?” Nott suddenly asked.

“What? Of course! It was my first time out of the city,” Jester explained as they began walking. “There’s so much I didn’t get to show you! Oh, you know, maybe we’ll be back for the New Dawn parties for the new year. It’s so much fun. There’s stuff all along the beaches from dawn to sunset, and there’s food and fireworks and…” She continued going on about the parties, remembering the times she would sneak out with the Traveler to explore and play some pranks at the snootier galas. The Ruby was usually invited to all of them, but she attended only one in the mornings and then had to recover back at the Chateau. It was so hard for her to leave; she was scared of the outside, only leaving once or twice a year.

“Jester, ah—” Nott trailed off.

“You can’t eat Sprinkle, Nott,” Jester pre-empted, petting the weasel in her hood. He squeaked at her and nuzzled.

Nott balked. “No! I mean, it would be delicious, I’m sure, but that’s not what I was going to suggest.” Jester pouted. “Do— do you want to stay here with your mother?”

Jester shook her head. “I can’t, it’s too dangerous.”

“You could take this hat,” Nott replied, fighting a frown as she patted her hair. “It’s magic, so you could pretend to be one of your mother’s servants or something. You missed, her didn’t you? It’s not right to separate a mother and her child like this.”

Jester felt a pang in her chest, and she looked over her shoulder at the Chateau, still visible over the rooftops a few blocks away. Visiting the Ruby had whipped up so much nostalgia for home, and it hurt to see how lonely her Mama had been. It would be a lie to say she didn’t want to stay.

Yet, when Jester met Nott’s gaze, her face was equally distraught. It was obvious how much it meant to her that she didn’t look like a goblin. She had spoken many times of how much she disliked goblins, but she’d never mentioned that she also wanted to be something else that badly. And what about the Nein? Caduceus had nearly drowned when they fought Algar, and without her, no one would have been able to revive him. Caleb nearly died in that confrontation, too. Without her spells, would the Nein have escaped the zhelezo the night before? No, they needed her.

An image of the Ruby came back to her, a memory of months earlier when her mother hand her a pouch of gold before she fled from Lord Sharpe.

“See the world. As much of it as you can. Find people to love, and people who love you, and send it all back to me.”

There was so much more out there.

“Thank you, Nott, but I can’t,” Jester answered. “I missed my Mama, I did. But you all need me, and I want to go. And Mama wanted me to, too, so I could bring it back to her in stories.” She looked out at the bay, the sun sparkling brilliantly on the water like a jewel. “I’m not done yet. Mama has Nugget to keep her company, and I can send her messages, and we’ll come visit. It’ll be okay.”

Nott inspected her for a moment, then grinned brightly. “Alright. Then we’ll keep an eye out for souvenirs for her! Oh, maybe post cards, or…”

Once more, Jester felt a pull to get one final glimpse of the Chateau. Just one more time. But she resisted it and kept walking forward, keeping a smile on her face as she chatted with Nott about what to bring back to her Mama.

Jester would miss something if she kept looking back.

#TF&TS #wip wednesday #the mighty nein #jester lavorre #nott the brave

[kittiesandolives]

There's a new remake page up! Yay, Yasha's not getting beat up this time!

#my art #kuro shouri #comics #webcomics #webtoon #comic update #webcomic update

[daughterofsarenrae]

Yasha?

-Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart by Mitski-Man or a Monster by Sam Tinnesz (feat. Zayde Wolf)-Free Animal by Foreign Air-Flowers (Eurydice’s Song) by Anais Mitchell

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#thanks for the ask! #anonymous #cr #ch: yasha #Anonymous #bel speaks

[chaddicus]

every time someone draws yasha with unnatural inhuman grayish-white skin, an aasimar gets its wings

#x: axel talks #not to say I think all aasimar have wings though wouldn't that be rad #just like. #I don't judge ppl who draw yasha with pinky human flesh skin #but like. #she's not human #and everyone develops their own design and I'm not saying they're wrong #just... inhuman aasimar yasha y'all #f: critical role #ch: yasha #sorry idk I keep thinking abt this #ignore me I guess