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Fourteen things I noted about CR2E97 “The Fancy and the Fooled” and the Talks Machina about it :
I know it's the last live episode before the pandemic and all that happened since... and it's sad to think about about that. Knowing that, I was prepared to enjoy and cherish the hell ouf this episode, even more so than usual because I fucking love live episodes of CR, and I hope that someday in the future they will 1) do it again 2) maybe on a continent where I would be able to attend without getting myself in debt
THE OUTFITS !!!!! i love Ashley's the most because i do love long sleeves. But everyone was so sparkly and beautiful (except Sam)
Matt grumbles about how the party named "the custom ship I worked really hard to have custom made and present to you guys with a cool opportunity to name your one fantasy ship" : The Balleater, and Liam just adress the audience "Hey guys, what's that book called again ?". The entire live audience : "THE BALLEATER !!" Travis, at Matt, laughing his ass off : "Never had 3000 people shout that at you before !"
"Are we getting banned on Twitch right now ?" yes this question is asked because of what Sam is doing with his mouth live in front of 3000 people.
ESSEK ???????? ESSEK WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING i knew it !! No that's a lie I didn't ! He was shady, at first, and then he became their friend ! So I forgot the suspicions, even though looking back, of course it's him, he was in the best position to do so.
Jester : "If I tattooed your bicep, Yasha... I would have intimate knowledge of your bicep !" Yasha, probably just a little bit turned on : *awkward laugh*
Marion totally thinks the Mighty Nein are gonna have weird clay sex in her bathroom, but she's "not one to judge".
VETH IS HERE !! oh the description from Matt was so lovely. There was a religious silence in the audience, and then a formidable applause, as we all see her official art change. So great.
Beau : "Fjord, Yasha, do you want to go to the fish market ?" Yasha : "It is my favored terrain.." Ashley's half ashamed for this joke but IT IS AMAZING. Really, the whole scene with Fjord and the disaster lesbians is such gold.
Caduceus, to Beau : "How would you like an hour of being your best self ?" Later, he cast Tongues on her. Beau, who will seize every opportunity to make lesbian jokes : "I see what you mean by my best self now, yeah ! You're fucking insightful, Caduceus."
Travis, as they're dragging around Lord Thain'/Essek's paralized body at the part : "What happened to just messaging Essek and fucking prank calling him ?" Matt, who also did not expect any of that at all : "WELCOME TO THE MIGHTY NEIN, TRAVIS !!"
Gotta respect Liam, old-time D&D player that he is, actually rolling 15d8 to put Essek to sleep.
The scene with Essek, oh my god, I was half-crying at the end. I'm not sure what kind of choice they will do regarding Essek's status, but the talk about him having clear goals, and having the Mighty Nein, through the sheer force of friendship, making those goals a little less important, and so making the consequences of his actions a lot more important... The parallels between Caleb and him ! The fact that he feels alone, but is accepted in this group of weirdoes who only have each other. And so so many quotes by Liam, who is a powerhouse in crafting dialogues. "You were not born with venom in your veins"
Sam is outraged that Liam named the new spell used in Nott's transformation after Caleb Widogast, and not Veth or Nott. outraged, I say ! this is so funny
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bookwyrrm · 23 days
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Got to the re-Vethification 🥹🥹 I’ll admit that moment when the picture changed made me choke up
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sir-bertrandbell · 2 years
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I should go back and rewatch cr2e97. unparalleled energy.
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Shadowhand Essek Thelyss
dunamancy prodigy
traitor to the dynasty
friend to the mighty nein
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This took a bit but I couldn't pass up the opportunity for some outfit design, so here are the M9 fit for a party! I hope I made Laura and Tal proud!
✨do not repost my art | Reblogs are love✨
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with-both-my-hearts · 4 years
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I loved this quote (and the whole Shakespearean-ass monologue), so I had to make something to go with it.
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bonnabiee · 2 years
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TRAVIS DROPPING THE THING HE’S EATING IN FRONT OF 3K+ PEOPLE
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pixie-lated · 4 years
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Can we all agree that the Mighty Nein going from "but there's only 7 of you" to "but there's like 30 of you" as they continue to collect various shady, sad, lonely people from all over Wildemount would be the BEST?
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flossingh · 4 years
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(outfit) reaction gifs.
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irregulargnoll · 4 years
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oh oh! also! one more thing!
Caleb “we can run away at any time,” Caleb “I’m just using you lot,” Caleb “I am worthless, I am a garbage person,” Widogast
getting down on his knees and kissing the forehead of a man that he doubted for so long and he’s trusted for just long enough to have been betrayed by, and telling him that he CAN be better, that they will help him be BETTER and that he’s not too far gone to be SAVED
that’s character growth, man.
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dappledsounds · 4 years
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In a recent episode of talks, Matt mentions that he didn't expect Essek to get as much screen time as he has, and the M9 just fixated on him. If this is true, and not just a smoke cloud, that means that Matt really expected to drop him in front of them when they turned over the beacon, and move on, episodes and episodes later they would have perhaps figured out the traitor.
The enigmatic young prodigy with the title "shadowhand". The up and comer with a smile that says he thinks he knows better. The one fucker in the court who floats because he can. The young arcanist willing to do anything for his work. And of course, of course that's who it is. Who could have missed it? The clues are all there, you just have to look with a bit of suspicion.
But that's not what happened. Matt dropped hot boi essek in front of the m9 and they couldn't leave him alone. When they deal with the dynasty they want to deal with Essek. They bring him into their adventures, and into their house. The house that his den gave them so he'd know where they were in the city. The house they turned into a home. And against all logic, they trust him.
"You all... weren't part of the plan."
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vanilla-phantomhive · 4 years
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All this discourse really got me for a second thinking like *gasp* am I a bad person for loving essek so much??? Must I have a moral philosophy to explain why I support him????
Then I snapped out of it bc LMAO y’all it’s a dnd game
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seafleece · 4 years
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“would you?”
“hmm?”
they’re out on the deck, still in the dresses jester had picked out for them. below, caleb is still talking to essek— or making out, or something, she doesn’t want to intrude— and fjord and beau and caduceus are making dinner or speaking with orly or, in beau’s case, just sort of waiting for caduceus’s spell to wear off, probably lying in their bed and staring at whatever ethereal things are floating by on the ceiling and maybe drooling a little.
(she’d talked in infernal, you know, when she’d sidled up to jester to point out which of the party-goers had illusions on. had sidled up in the suit jester is almost mad at herself for picking, because gods does beau look good in it, put her hand on the small of jester’s back, on the cutout in her dress fabric so they were skin-to-skin and whispered to her in infernal.
she wonders if beau would learn infernal if she asked her to, like she had with undercommon. jester would just— she just really wants to hear it again, okay? beau’s tongue curling around old fiendish syllables, against her ear, soft and sweet a little with champagne.)
“give me a tattoo. on my bicep.”
“oh!”
yasha has a funny habit of finishing conversations from a while ago, just picking up the frayed thread where it’d been cut to allow for something else and carrying on as though it had just happened.
“of course!”
her cheeks feel a little hot as she looks at yasha— and gods, did she really have to pick out such nice things for everyone to wear? yasha looks so lovely, lit by the quay’s hanging lanterns, someone so tall and imposing now relaxed, if a little awkward, against the rail. the gown just sort of spills down her like dark water, and she can see the pale expanse of her neck, her shoulders, scarred over but otherwise bare, can imagine her own handiwork crawling across her arm, towards her throat. tries to ignore the implications of what the thread of that past conversation had entailed.
“hey, jes,” beau greets her sleepily, head still tipped to the ceiling like jester thought she’d be, and sits up a little when her eyes roll to the both of them in the door, the easiness that pervades their life together retracting to include another. her personality shrinking from the room, growing a little more awkward. “yasha.”
“hey, beau,” she says, and pushes through the thought that it’s her that beau feels the safest around, even if she flirts with yasha and kissed keg and also reani, her and no one else. “i’m going to give yasha a tattoo!”
“yes,” yasha agrees. “is that alright?”
“yeah, uh—” and beau shifts so she’s sitting against the headboard, closer to the wall. “do you need the whole bed?”
“no, this is fine,” jester says, breezily, and smooths out the sheets. “you can probably sleep through it, even, i’m sure yasha will be quiet.”
“i’m good at it. dealing with pain, that is,” and there is so much behind that statement, in that moment, that it’s like it freezes the air solid between them.
and then jester clears her throat. “okay! what do you think you want, yasha?”
beau shifts more as jester and yasha talk, watching them lazily. tongues has worn off, and jester’s a little sad about it— she wonders if yasha heard her speak in celestial. that’s such a pretty language, too, she thinks, like bells. maybe beau would want to learn it instead, she thinks, if yasha likes it, and she shoves the little anxious tickle down.
yasha tells her that she wants flowers, all the kinds that she’s found, so far. just in black and white, stems and leaves and blooms all the way down to her elbow.
“that is,” she reaches for yasha’s hand, “so pretty, yasha, just— are you sure you want me to do it? orly’s here, he could give you a magical one that will make you even stronger, and he’s done a lot more tattoos than me, and it’s pretty big—”
“no,” yasha says, and turns her hand so her fingers interlace with jester’s. “i want you to do it, if that’s okay. if it’s you, there will be enough magic.”
“oh,” jester squeaks. “okay.”
they spend a long time on sketches— jester tearing out pages of her notebook, yasha showing her the dried flowers pressed between her notebook pages, and beau sitting up to watch them, looking over their shoulders and making appraising sounds as the spell wears off and she can see properly again.
“are you sure you want to do this tonight?” jester’s rifling around in her bag for the supplies, and pops back up to look at yasha. “it’ll take a long time.”
“yes,” yasha says. “i have wanted this for a while.”
she’s so good at that, jester thinks, ducking down to root in her bag for ink and needles again, rattling people loose like that with such simple words. is this what beau feels? she thinks, and fondness and confusion and jealousy, maybe, sift together and apart in her head until she feels lost.
she sits yasha on the edge of their bed, with beau still watching from behind her, and with the stencil laid out properly, starts.
yasha says nothing the whole time except for when jester or beau ask her something, doesn’t even wince, just looks down at her hands and over at jester’s curiously. it’s mostly quiet, and the combination of yasha and beau’s eyes on her the whole time feels almost too much.
outside, she can hear caleb come down the hall, finished talking to essek, can hear him talking quietly with nott before they head off to their room for the night— she wonders about what nott said, earlier to caleb about being in love with him, about how she’d kissed him the first time they’d tried the spell, and wonders just how confused caleb must be. later, fjord and caduceus meet outside their room to talk in low voices before they, too, go to bed, and it’s once it’s totally quiet outside that she realizes just how late it must be. but she’s halfway done and yasha’s being so good, so much better than she and beau and nott were for orly, so she puts the thought aside.
when it’s done, they don’t have much time to look at it, either— there’s blood, of course, and she needs to make a compress to put on for tonight, but she catches little glimpses of it and pride fills her so fast her chest feels like a balloon, or a flag full of wind.
“thank you, jester,” yasha says, soft, while she’s finishing with the compress.
“you didn’t even see it yet!” she protests, doesn’t look yasha in the face.
“i don’t need to. i know it’s beautiful.”
“yeah. everything you draw is beautiful,” beau drawls from behind her, kept quiet for a long time and seeming quite sleepy, now, says it like it’s nothing, like it doesn’t make jester’s already fluttery heart start something frenzied, “me next.”
and she laughs at that, cleans and packs up her supplies, but later, when they’re all curled together— yasha sleeps with them, now, usually, and jester says she wants to keep an eye on the tattoo, make sure yasha doesn’t roll on it— she thinks about sitting in the xhorhaus, in the happy room with the thin light of the gallimaufry district’s lamps through the window, or in their room again, quiet and still in the afternoon, everyone else downstairs or out, and tattooing flowers onto beau’s back, or ribs, flowers or plants or words.
she thinks about infernal, about writing things on beau’s skin in clear black letters, things she wants to say, things she calls beau in her head because they’re what she thinks before the rest of her tries to ask why she thinks them.
things beau can’t read, yet, but maybe that she wants to, that she’d want to know how if she knew jester wanted her to.
vyrrminek— lovely. drezjyny— dearest.
(the translation’s different, okay?)
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critroleantics · 4 years
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So a part of Essek’s reveal speech is that it was mainly the Nein who made him feel remorseful to his actions.
And Essek is also a first generation consecuted (and the son of an Umavi on top of that)
So I think that it’s safe to say Essek probably had to deal with some shit growing up over not being Somebody Important which caused resentment towards his people. I mean we already know that he doesn’t believe in the Luxon which could extend to his ideals towards consecution. And I mean also nothing drives people from a faith more than hate and disregard.
So I think Essek genuinely didn’t give a shit about what he did until he actually met people who Gave A Shit about him which is when his regret began to grow until it came to light last night.
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I love all of the friendships in the Nein, but nothing, and I mean NOTHING tops the chaotic energy of the Brjeaus at the party when they’re trying to figure out where their friends went and keep panicking every time they receive a new message. Brjeaus are best because they can be comfortable being utter disasters together.
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fjordvfjerrari · 4 years
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When Veth was putting that potion into Essek's drink I STRAIGHT UP thought it was going to be the Rhino Sex one.
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