[ID: A digital illustration of Fresh Cut Grass and FRIDA from Critical Role. They are stood close together, holding hands and looking at each other affectionately. A heart is drawn between their heads. End description.]
“No, the rage that I feel, the stress being so high, the fuel pumping through my core, it has reached a level it's never reached before, and it is so intense that for the first time, I realize that I am made of metal and wires, but I am alive. I'm alive for the first time, and I am alive not because I was made by D or Dancer or even the Changebringer. I'm alive because they made me alive, and it's the connections that I made with all of them. It's a feeling of joy, and I'm happy to do this, because they saved my life, and I'll save theirs.”-Fresh Cut Grass/Faithful Care-Giver
“because they saved my life. And i’ll save theirs. and even in this dark, dark cave… they make every day a smiley day”
companion piece to this, drawn two years ago for a sweet moment between fcg and fearne. and now a commemoration to the life and light of fresh cut grass
In holy commemoration of one we've lost. Metal to metal, rust to rust. They valiantly gave their life so that their friends might live, remembered always in our hearts as a light in our community. A flat earth truther, as flesh tongue haver, and a wearer of wooden feet, yes, but a light nonetheless. May you always be remembered, Faithful Care-Giver, for your endless "Smiley Day's", your chipper outlook on life, your backhanded compliments, that time you told Laudna the only way for her to not traumatize people was to not look at them, and for calling Imogen a hussy for giving FRIDA a hug.
You are, and always will be, remembered and loved. I extend one final "Begone Thot" to you tonight. Smiley Day, sweet king, and may your rest be well 🕯️
I actually think there's something deeply resonant in that within fcg and frida's search of purpose and community and proof of what it means to have a soul that they not only found love in each other but that frida will find grief. which is just as much a part of the soul as love