#;Jester Lavorre Interaction

[wickedpeachie]

@stellaescriptum Asked :[ LAZY ]: sender concedes to receiver's requests for a piggy-back ride home because they don't want to walk anymore, and carries them the rest of the distance home.

"Fjord! My feet are literally going to fall off" Jester lays against the tree, the back of her hand resting against her forehead. "I pinky promise that I just need you to carry me for like, f i v e minutes" Her hand springs up from her forehead, wiggling all fingers as if it is enough to convince him. When he kneels down in acceptance, Jester practically pounced onto his back. "Ah~ That is so much better" A laugh spills from her lips once he begins walking again, something like triumph expressed on her features. "Five minutes, swear" She teased, her head resting down against his shoulders.

[wickedpeachie]

Before she can comment on the absolute oddity that he does not have a favorite color (although who is she to talk when she attempts to use every color in existence), he begins to answer her onslaught of questions. Jester makes a quick scribble in her sketch book, pausing when he does.

"Never?!" Her nose scrunches up as she regards him, brows knitting together. "One day, we will go and you might just change your mind" She wiggled her pen at him, but quickly returned to make a note that he had never dug his toes into the sand. Or at least, she assumed so.

Finished with her notes, she flashed the book again. Next to his portrait now laid a small list of the things she had asked him. The small signs of amusement not lost within her gaze. "Ta-da~"

Caleb blinks, startled by the sudden shift in conversation. Jester's questions catch him off guard, and for a moment he flounders. Favorite things? He cannot recall the last time someone simply asked him about preferences or pleasures. His life had been about survival and atonement for so, so long.

"Favorite color…" he repeats slowly, racking his brain. "I do not have a favorite color. And flavors—cinnamon has always been a favorite, especially in a homemade apple tart. As for walking on a beach or in the forest…" He pauses, humming softly under his breath. "The forest alone. I have never been to the beach before. The Empire is entirely landlocked."

He rubs his chin thoughtfully, the beginnings of some expression of amusement tugging at his lips now. "I also enjoy the smell of old books and ink. And cats—their company is quite soothing."

[thebest-medicine]

little cute fjord & molly snippet based on this interview where John Oliver tells Russell Howard he can tickle him for 5 seconds as thanks, and immediately regrets it..

“I… I really appreciate this, Molly.” Fjord smiles at the tiefling sitting across from him on the other bed. “So much in fact, that I - I will allow you one…” He holds up a finger. “Five second long… Tickle.” He moves his arms out to the side, watching Mollymauk and trying to will his nervous energy away.

Molly’s eyes go wide. “Really?” He shifts forward in his seat and smirks.

Fjord wiggles a finger, summoning Molly over. “Come on, before I change my mind.” He fights down the nerves bubbling up in his stomach.

Molly beams. Then, he shifts in his seat again. Leans forward, examines his hand, his nails, like a particularly interesting specimen on a slide. He blows on them as though just finishing a manicure. “You know, I’m a really good tickler.”

“I am already kind of regretting this.” Fjord admits, eyes widening as he watches the purple tiefling buzz with glee. Molly claps his hands together, stands up, and swiftly encroaches on Fjord’s personal space. Fjord’s arms flinch down on instinct when he comes near. He fights against every alarm in his brain and tries to bring them back out to the sides.

Molly puts one leg up on the bed, boxing Fjord in where he sits.

“Oh no- no!” Fjord gasps out with a whine, already smiling despite himself.

“So..” Molly starts talking, low and close, and something deep inside Fjord knows he has just made a terrible mistake. “The thing about your tickle..”

“Just do it already.” Fjord strains.

Mollymauk shushes him. “Oh no, I don’t think so. I’m gonna do this right.” He leans in close and catches Fjord’s eyes, then, with a hint of evil, smirks. “As I was saying, the thing about a good tickle, is you start slow. You build that tickle up. Cause things are about to get giggly.”

Fjord leans back an inch, putting his hands between his face and Molly’s. “Y-You know I thought this would be a nice gesture, but now I feel like this was the wrong way to thank you..”

“Oh, this is the best thanks I’ve ever received. I’m gonna tickle like you ain’t never been tickled.”

Fjord can’t stop himself from shrinking further back on the bed. “M-Molly! Come on.” He makes a desperate whine in his throat.

“You ready?” Molly asks, poising his fingers just beside Fjord’s ribs on either side.

“Yes- just! Do it already!” Fjord braces himself, shutting his eyes to block out some of the teasing.

“Ready?”

“Just go!” Fjord cries, laughter bubbling up within his chest.

“Reaaaaady?” Molly teases, drawn out, and nearly presses his forehead against Fjord’s.

As soon as Fjord opens his mouth to reply, Molly’s fingers catch around Fjord’s ribs, tickling along them as well as the softness just underneath.

Fjord buckles, closing in on himself as much as he can and trying to grab Molly’s hands.

“No- hahahah- AHHAH HAHA I- I can’t!” Fjord cackles.

..

“Hey!” An approaching voice from the hallway gets louder as it goes on. “What are you guys doing that is making so much noise, did Molly tell like the funniest-“ Jester stands in the now open doorway.

Both of them, but Fjord especially, look a bit disheveled on the floor. Molly is hovering so close over him, hands cradling Fjord’s face and giving him an approving tap on the cheek.

“Ooo!” Jester wiggles her eyebrows. “Am I interrupting some - hhuh hhuh hhuh!”

Fjord scrambles, trying to get himself upright. “Jester! No- no! He’s-“

“Just tickling Fjord.” Molly supplies.

“WHAT?!” Jester shouts.

“No- no, no no nononono! Hold on- I said- nO DON’T! Ah- WAHAHAHAIT!”

[wvsteria]

syala eren & jester lavorre @ofsvnlightt

"i was not expecting any visitors." syala commented, retracting the light from their saber back into the hilt. "it's pretty early, usually it's vacant at this time."

[mcrcki]

"do you have any rooms available for tonight?" the last thing they wanted right now was to make their way back home, especially with how dark it had gotten. "i just need a place to stay for the night, then i'll be out of your hair."

@ofsvnlightt for jester lavorre

[wickedpeachie]

Jester has not paid much mind when Caleb had asked them to go to the market, in fact she had been trying to sneak that list off of Fjord. It needed some decorating. For the better part of fifteen minutes she had been plotting until he pulled it out to examine again. darn it. "I could hold onto that" She offered, fingers wiggling at the list. What fun she could have upon that scrap of paper, and how fun it would be to see Calebs reaction when it would be handed back!

Fjord pointed down the road, and her gaze followed instinctively. At his question, her shoulders rolled in a shrug. Apparently he had somehow managed to see that her enthusiasm only went so far. And it certainly wasn't in running errands. "Is it not the most beautiful place?" Her home was, it was bustling full of life and wonder. "Home is bittersweet..." She adds, and it is about all she would say. Grinning again, her gaze snaps to Fjord. "You know, we could....take a detour to the docks...or the beach" It couldn't hurt to have a little fun!

being by the sea was a nice change of pace. fjord had spent so long at sea, that being back on the coast was more comforting than he expected and it got him closer to where he wanted to be. and well, for jester, this was her home. looking down at a piece of paper from caleb in his hands, he then looked to jester. " well, i really don't think we can mess this up too much, " fjord started, his eyes moving back to the paper. a very clear list from caleb of some components they needed to grab for their future travels. some of the party was investigating a different part of town, a different part was talking to someone to grab intel, and him and jester were off on their own. " i think that guy at the tavern said it was down that street over there. "

fjord pointed over down the other end of the main street through the town that they were on. while they'd all been traveling together for a bit, it was... well, it put his mind at ease that jester was back in a familiar place. at least one of them was getting to experience something like home after a while on the road. " you gettin' all nostalgic and stuff being home? seein' your mom and stuff like that? " a beat. " or is it kind of weird for you? " he wouldn't doubt if it was a little of both. " selfish as it is i'm enjoying being by some water. " / @wickedpeachie

[exandriaborn]

@rubistella | cont from here.

The blue tiefling’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in closer to Astarion, never very cognizant of personal space. "I wonder if my blood would be like a super fancy tiefling wine, with extra cinnamon and sugar."

Jester's taste buds were never one for fine wines and their complexities, but the analogy was simple enough to grasp. "Maybe someday you'll get lucky! But not with me, of course. I need all my blood to stay inside me, you know, for living and stuff." With a smile, she lifted a finger and gently scratched beneath the chin of the crimson-colored weasel perched across her shoulders. "You’re not going to eat my weasel, are you?"

[beauregardlionett]

when your friend says you've slept with her mom because she's feeling petty but she also regrets saying it

[thesmallgremlinofdeath]

Jester & Nott investigating a case in any episode is always such a good and hilarious moment but Beau & Fjord investigating kills me everytime with the amount of good cop/bad cop energy ( not so good on Fjord parts actually XD ) and sheer impulses from Beau.

[tragcdysewn]

closed starter for jester lavorre!! ( @ofsvnlightt )

the feeling of death isn't new, certainly not in this city, but they're always a bit surprised when so many occur in such quick succession with no war prefacing it. "you should go inside, unless you would like to be in more danger than you currently are."

[miindfuck]

starter for @circleofstarrs (jester)

"Actually, it's quite nice not to have a job, apart from the fact that I don't have any money." Alice tilted her head, considering her predicament. "What job do you have? Maybe I could do that too."

[nightwhispcrs]

"i almost feel like i'm meeting a celebrity ," arnold spoke as he waited in line for the butterfly exhibit . ever since he heard about the valentine's day ball and learned of its location , he'd done research and became excited to see the fluttery creatures even more than the possibility of finding love . in fact , he'd already seemed to have lost track of his blind date , which was ok for now . / closed starter for @circleofstarrs ( arnold & jester )

[feuerwizard]

@notyetfixed asked: "ohhh caleb. what are you doing? what's new with you and molly? fjord and i are going to be in town soon! wanna catch up?" the sending spell stops before the last of her deeply inhaled breath could be used. but then, another hits his mind. "OHMYGOSH! HAVE YOU TALKED TO MOLLY ABOUT THAT THING WE TALKED ABOUT?! CAUSE I MEAN WE CAN TOTALLY GO SHOPPING AND DO A-" it ends once more without even being finished. // unprompted;; always open

Caleb's lips part to respond to her first message, but before he can utter a word, a second one comes barreling through his mind like a barreling cart. He steps away from Molly and considers his reply, “Ja, hallo, Jester. I have not talked to him about the… thing yet. Be patient. Send when you are in town, we will come visit.”

[softbean]

Magic in Me rated T

Veth Brenatto had the perfect, loving family, living happily in their own little corner of society--until it wasn't.

The reason? Just one small problem. She didn't know how to love herself.

A mighty nein INTERACTIVE FANFICTION A story about learning self-love ~8000 words so far

Details and link on AO3

[tragcdyfallen]

"He does have a hell of an ass." ⟶ Jester and Nesta ( @sunshiinefades )

Nesta's eyes always strayed, she preferred it that way. One only had so little time before the world ended. Presumably, of course. Her own paranoia held her back in far too many ways, what was the harm with living on the edge every now and then? Especially with a good looking piece of ass like the man parading like a peacock. " Let's make this interesting, " she raised her glass up with a smirk as a nefarious plot formed, " shall we? "

[wvsteria]

alex karev & jester lavorre @ofsvnlightt

alex wasn't thrilled to be covering the emergency room's free clinic. he wanted to be with real cases upstairs. not handling kids with tummy aches. but he didn't have much choice in the matter. "hello, i'm doctor karev. what's brought you in today?"