#cr2e98

[revvethasmythh]

beau, shouting: caleb! Are you napping?

caleb: …………

caleb: I am standing three feet away from you

#it’s empire kids loving hours folks #caleb widogast #beauregard lionett #cr2 rewatch 2: electric boogaloo #cr2e98 #the mighty nein #critical role #empire kids

[thequeenofmyownscreen]

Eleven things I noted about CR2E98 “Dark Waters” and the Talks Machina about it :

For the D&D Beyond ad, Sam makes Ashley sing the D&D Beyond theme song a capella, which she... executes not perfectly, but it's charming nonetheless.

Huh. Interesting that Caduceus is the one that does not want to exact consequences (not revenge, well maybe on Veth's side, but justice I think Beau and Caleb would say). And his reasons for it too. I don't know his alignment, but that sounds like a true neutral.

WAIT the Age of Arcanum used some kind of arcane batteries ? Like in CR3 ?? And some of them were used in floating cities ? LIKE IN EXANDRIA UNLIMITED CALAMITY ? And did Matt just pronunced the names Eiselcross and Aeor, which I know nothing about except it will be important in the end of this campaign ??? Like Travis would mimic, *sirens sounds* !

Love that Travis kept his Idiot's Guide to Sailing :

Fjord has grown so much ! I loved the discussion with Caleb so very much. "I realized...I don't have to do things in the way that were done to me." Another thought occured to me : of all the Mighty Nein, Caleb is the one who explicitely refers to his growth of character because of his friends. Of course the others changed because of their friends too, but Caleb is the one who says "Three months ago, I was nothing and these people changed me". I find it interesting, that's all ; maybe it has to do with his obsession of time and change ?

At one point Laura sneezes, and Sam hides his mouth in his shirt. Liam : "Way to date this episode" DUDE DUDE YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S COMING

Yasha dream, it's been a whiiiiiiile. Yes, I know that she will end up having white wings (I was spoiled on this by some amazing fanart) but watching the journey to get there is so interesting.

"I will cast Brenatto's Crossbow !" So funny that Sam will not let this go. Or the cast in harassing him for that matter. Later, Caleb cast Melf's Acid Arrow, and Laura asks looking at Sam "Are you sure it's not Widogast's Acid Arrow ?" Liam, deadpan : "No, it's another famous wizard."

Travis confirms in Talks that he just didn't know and didn't THINK AT ALL that Uk'otoa (...Uk'otoa...) was gonna make a come back, because he thought that there was nothing that "the old Snea Snake" wanted of him. Dani : “What about the dark seed of power in you that the Wildmother saw ?” Travis, fakely outraged : “I thought it was metaphorical !!!"

Ashley, à propos of nothing : "Did you ever see Lolita ? ... (Silence) I just wanted to make this room very uncomfortable and I succeeded !" Ashley Johnson I love you

I love when Brian makes jokes about the outfit they're wearing on Talks. Tonight, at Ashley : "How's the shooting of the new season of Fargo going ?" or "Margot Robbie called and she wants her I, Tonya costume back", or "Claudia Schiffer from that one scene in Love Actually"

#my thoughts #critical role #cr campaign 2 #CR2E98

[justalittlebluetiefling]

Essek Thelyss & The Mighty Nein

I have not cared for anyone but myself for the century that I've been alive.

#critical role #the mighty nein #essek thelyss #and here we see a man slowly realize that he *gasp* actually likes other people #no one does character development like matt mercer #i mean damn #mygifs #cr2e57 #cr2e62 #cr2e71 #cr2e77 #cr2e79 #cr2e80 #cr2e90 #cr2e91 #cr2e98 #cr2e124

[ludinus]

“While you here do snoring lie, Open-eyed conspiracy His time doth take. If of life you keep a care, Shake off slumber, and beware: Awake, awake!” The Tempest (2.1)

#cr spoilers #critical role #ukotoa #uk'otoa #critical role fanart #cr fanart #critical role art #cr art #critical role fan art #critrole #critical role spoilers #fjord #the mighty nein #tm9 #fjord stone #cy art #cr2e98 #cr #cr2 #mighty nein #this was so enjoyable oh my god

[ghor-dranas]

I had to

#critical role #cr2e98 #uk'otoa #ukotoa #The Mighty Nein

[captainclovey]

Taliesin was sporting some brilliant tense and focused expressions during the last battle, and I, like many others, am weak to beautiful inspiration and a furious cleric inciting blighted revenge upon the enemies who downed his Paladin. 

#critical role #critical role season 2 #critical role season 2 spoilers #cadueces clay #caduceus clay #caduceus fanart #criticalrole #cr #cr2 #cr 2 #criticalrole season2 #criticalrole spoilers #critical role spoilers #myart #cr2e98 #bugs tw #bugs cw

[haorev]

I’m sorry he just killed Fjord?????????????????

How is this the thing I managed to not get spoiled for? I mean it obviously doesn’t stick but WHAT THE FUCK????????

And Orly??????????????

#critical role #cr2e98 #cr fjord #fjord stone #and Travis is wearing the Molly tarot shirt

[with-both-my-hearts]

Caduceus: It's better to prevent future harm than get revenge.

Creature: *kills Fjord*

Caduceus:

#critical role #cr2e98 #caduceus clay #my stuff

[grewsomeart]

Ascending - Yasha sees a path to redemption in a vision from the Stormlord

#critical role #criticalrolefanart #criticalpositivity #yasha nydoorin #dnd #fantasy art #my art #xip #cr yasha #cr2e98

[flossingh]

love is stored in the—

#critical role #fjorester #jester lavorre #fjord #cr gifs #cr spoilers #mine #cr2e98

[seafleece]

caduceus is not a particularly strong person.

that’s fine, it’s not his job, they’ve got yasha for that, yasha and jester and herself and even fjord, a little, now she and his new mom are getting him in something resembling shape.

caduceus is not very strong, but he carries fjord below decks anyway.

fuck, she’s never seen him like this.

there was a hint of it, maybe, before— his lip did this funny downward curl when he was talking to colton and she thought oh, this must be the one he was talking about.

now, though, his eyebrows are so low over his eyes she can barely see them. it feels weird, to compare caduceus to a horse, but, like, that’s what she keeps thinking of looking at him, like when their horses were angry and their ears went flat back against their heads.

she knows he’s tired, too, but he picks fjord up— not like he weighs nothing, no, like he’s the heaviest thing in the world— and just staggers under him down to the dining room, not letting beau help at all.

he lays fjord out on the table and it rattles the whole frame of it. everyone crowds in at the top of the stairs for a moment until beau waves, dazed, and they come down to circle around him.

caduceus takes a second, breathes like a bellows, like that big fucking bull, and then leans over fjord, careful as anything.

jester presses up against her side, tail sliding cold and slick against her lower back. “i healed orly,” she whispers, mouth and eyes loose and wet with the same damp disbelief. “are you okay?”

“no,” she says back, and doesn’t look down at jester. jester leans against her a little harder until she wraps an arm around her shoulders. “but caduceus is worse.”

and he is, bent over fjord so close their foreheads are almost touching. he keeps moving hair away from fjord’s face, keeps darting his eyes from fjord’s closed ones to the awful color of the burst blood under the skin of his temple from when he’d fallen, to the even awful-er tear in him, from the bottom of his collarbone and down, through ribs, through, well. everything underneath ribs.

he’s not bleeding too much anymore, but it still soaks the table under him.

probably won’t be eating in here again for awhile, she thinks, and kicks herself for it in her mind’s eye.

“jester,” caduceus finally says, and sweet ioun, he sounds awful, all raspy and wheezing. like a broken person, like—

like someone who’d just carried fjord down a flight of stairs even though his just-revived sister could bend him like a reed the second she got the chance.

“diamond.”

“oh! oh, yeah—“ and jester peels away from her, for a moment, starts rooting through her bag.

she’s bloody, too, beau takes the second to notice— slick and bloody almost up to her elbows, probably from orly. they haven’t looked this bad since they had to fight yasha, too, she thinks.

she risks a glance over at yasha, in that moment, while jester’s digging around for the diamonds, and there’s a look on her face.

they’re all a little frenzied-looking, right now, afraid and staticky, all over, having to just watch caduceus do this with his lips curled into a scowl like they’ve never seen and his ears flat against the sides of his head. yasha, though, she looks terrified, terrified like when she’d stabbed right through beau and into the stone floor of the chantry, terrified like when she’d gone to heal beau and beau had flinched and she’d flinched back.

guilt, she thinks, and she hates that she recognizes it on yasha.

yasha meets her gaze after a moment, eyes swallowed up in that cavernous sort of dread, and then she blinks. later, beau thinks, and it passes between them like one of caleb’s messages before jester’s bloody hands re-emerge from the haversack and she looks away.

jester looks between the two diamonds clutched in her fists for a moment before handing the larger one up to caduceus.

caduceus has always been dangerously polite. she doesn’t remember when caduceus stopped calling caleb mister caleb, mostly because she doesn’t even know if he did.

anyway, he doesn’t say thank you.

she doesn’t think jester takes it too hard.

finally, caduceus looks up at all of them. trying to seem like he’s regained his composure, she thinks, but his hands are still shaking where he’s holding the diamond to fjord’s chest.

“this will take a while,” he says. “you all should get some rest.”

—

she waits in the doorway of her and jester’s room until yasha comes by.

“hey.”

“oh,” yasha says, looking her over. “beau. yes.”

“wanna come in? jester’s washing up right now.”

“yes.”

they sit a little ways apart on the edge of the bed. it’s pretty big, as beds she’s shared with jester go, bigger than most inns, almost as big as their shoved-together beds in the xhorhaus.

they always crowd together, anyway, she thinks. yasha could probably even fit on it, with both her and jester, if they asked her to stay with them.

“so,” she says, instead. “what’s wrong?”

yasha laughs a little. “you mean, apart from the very big wrong thing?”

“yeah.” she’s deflecting. beau lets her.

“ah.” her fingers dig rivets into the sheets. “i had a dream.”

this sets her on edge. “yeah? like you used to?”

“yes.”

“you don’t think it, uh, had anything to do with—“

“no.”

“oh. okay, uh—“ she doesn’t know how to do this. jester just tells her if she has a funny dream, just rolls on top of her so she can look right in beau’s face, so they’re sharing breath. “what happened?”

“i flew.”

and, fuckin’. that’s new.

“shit, really?”

“yes. i think— i think that’s what i was about to do, before.”

“before.”

yasha looks at her, then, and beau can see she’s crying. silent tears track down her face, bleed somewhere in her lap. “i wasn’t sure i would ever be able to, after that.”

“do you, uh, do you think you could again? or was it just a dream thing?”

“i don’t know,” yasha whispers, and looks away. “i was going to try, when i woke up. but then.”

“oh.”

“i should have,” she says, and the furrows yasha’s dug into the bedsheets deepen, almost to tears. “i could have helped.”

“no, hey, you couldn’t have known—“ she reaches out to put one hand over yasha’s. she doesn’t flinch, but it feels like she does, somehow.

“i did, though. i saw them. my wings, with feathers. i remember how it felt.”

yasha looks at her again, eyes dark with that same weight. “i was scared, if— if i opened them again, and they didn’t have feathers, still, i don’t know what i would have done.”

“oh,” beau says, because she doesn’t have anything else to say to that.

she thinks of something, though, watching yasha’s hands slowly loosen again. “do you want me to check?”

“what?”

“i just meant, uh—“ and she can feel the cold flush creeping up her neck. “you could close your eyes when you open them, so you don’t have to see right away.”

“oh.”

yasha’s quiet for a long moment.

“never mind, it’s, it was—“

“yes.”

“what?”

she finally looks back into yasha’s face.

“i want you to look.”

“uh— okay, i—“

“give me a moment.”

yasha stands up, then, and beau’s hands drop from above them listlessly atop the sheets. she takes a deep breath, so deep it almost looks like it lifts her up.

“okay.”

she closes her eyes, and then they’re just sort of. there.

“oh, fuck.”

she’s seen yasha’s wings before. has been close enough that they’ve scared her, even, in a fight, once or twice. they’re fuckin’ cool— skeletal and black, they match the name, match the whole vibe yasha has going on.

except, well. maybe yasha doesn’t want to match the name.

beau’s seen bird skeletons, before, in the archives— she knew yasha’s wings weren’t, like, bats or demons or something. they were bare, underneath all the black smoke, just bare. no long spindly pinions.

she’s got feathers now, though. just for the record. big, snowy-looking off-white ones.

she always thought, you know, yasha would have the wings of something cruel, something big and meant for the wicked winds above mountains, meant for folding for a dive at dizzying speed, towards prey.

but beau’s seen bird wings, before. and wouldn’t you know it, her wings look for all the world like a swan’s.

—

“beau?”

she sounds so nervous.

“yeah.”

“um—“

“they’re there.”

—

yasha spends a long time just looking at herself in the mirror on the back of the door, turning around and around, long enough that she’s still there when jester comes in, face crumpled in the way beau knows to mean that she just wants to curl into beau and stay there for a long time, and her eyes go so wide beau wonders if there might be a white to them, after all.

and, well, jester’s braver than her. always has been, always will be.

“i— they’re so pretty, yasha, oh my gods— can i touch them?”

yasha’s even paler than her wings, pale like bone in the sun, like caleb’s fancy paper before he scribbles all over it. she flushes pink, washed-out pink like early spring flowers, like how cad’s hair is getting now he dyes it less, and nods.

down the hall, caduceus is still bent over fjord, working the life back into him. in half an hour or so, he’ll come around groggily and call them all back, and they’ll all crush fjord between them and he’ll wheeze, still covered in blood but alive, thank the gods, alive, but for now jester just runs her hands along the soft slope of yasha’s wings and beau thinks that she has never seen anything this sacred, before.

#my writing #critical role #cr spoilers #fjorclay #beauyashter #beauyasha #beaujester #yashter #hehe hoho #gays come get y’all juice #dark waters #cr2e98 #caduceus clay #beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin #jester lavorre #fjord stone #the mighty nein #as always #inb4 it doesn’t happen

[revvethasmythh]

goddammit Sam

#I completely forgot about this and it. no pun intended. pure gold #cr2 rewatch 2: electric boogaloo #cr2e98 #critical role #the mighty nein

[witch-bolt]

caduceus casting 5th level blight w his spirit guardians over fjord got me fjucked up 💀

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my first critical role piece!! also one of my first big pieces done digitally, man it’s taking some getting used to

instagram: joejoe.art

#cr spoilers #critical role #caduceus clay #fjord #cr2e98 #critical role fanart #cr #fjorclay

[justalittlebluetiefling]

Shadowhand Essek Thelyss

dunamancy prodigy

traitor to the dynasty

friend to the mighty nein

#essek thelyss #critical role #the mighty nein #mygifs #cr2e57 #cr2e62 #cr2e74 #cr2e77 #cr2e90 #cr2e91 #cr2e97 #cr2e98 #cr2e124 #after much consideration #i just love him a lot #and i can't pick favorite quotes or moments #because all of them are my favorite lol #i love the way he's evolved over the campaign so far #also i gotta say #i love the way the wizards in this campaign are grappling with hubris #and how most of them KNOW that #and how it's impacting their character journeys

[joalenko]

“long time ago, you asked me about myself, and i just never answered.” (my ko-fi ☕)

#this talk RUINED ME so ofc i had to draw it.... #critical role #widofjord #fjordgast #fjord stone #caleb widogast #caleb/fjord #caleb x fjord #cr2e98 #the mighty nein #critical role fanart #mine #my art #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers

[idkimoutofideas]

Beau has nightmares about Fjord falling for weeks.

Even after Caduceus and Jester heal him. Even when he's walking around, fine except for the new scar on his chest. The scar that almost perfectly matches the one on Beau’s abdomen (the one that would match the scar Molly got, if he had managed to survive that fight with Lorenzo).

She can’t get the image out of her head. Watching Fjord (her Captain, her friend) plummet through the air, hitting the deck like a sack of bricks with a crunch of bones breaking loud enough to be heard over the storm.

She doesn’t remember screaming his name, she was stunned, and a good chunk of that fight passed in a blur. But she knows she did. Because every time she closes her eyes and sees it again (sees him fall, sees him get stabbed, sees the breath leave his body), she wakes up screaming.

She takes to sleeping outside of Fjords room. On the deck of the ship, not really shielded from the elements or anything else out there. But at least she’s close enough to help him, because she couldn’t last time and it kills her (not as much as it killed him). It only takes one night of that before Fjord sets up another bed in his room. It’s cramped, but Beau appreciates it.

Now when she wakes up from the nightmares, doing her best to scrub away the image of him falling, the sickening sound of him crashing into the deck below, she can look over and reassure herself that he’s alive. That he’s ok.

Because she’s his first mate. He’s her best friend. And she can’t let anything happen to him. Not again.

He told her that they were stronger together, but they aren’t. They just keep running into things that are bigger and badder and they get beat down time and time again and Beau dreads the day another one of them dies because she doesn’t think she can handle that. Not after Molly.

Funny, isn’t it. They grow and change and become stronger and more powerful, only to make the same mistakes, only to have their past catch up with them. Only to have their family ripped apart again and again and barely pieced back together.

#critical role #critical role spoilers #cr spoilers #cr2e98 #c2e98 #beauregard lionett #beau #fjord #fjord stone #long post #my writing #i finished the ep last night and just couldnt get this out of my head