#c2e55

[vexahlias-bow]

Caleb is mind controlled against the m9 and Liam is a bit too excited

[lessattitudemorealtitude]

Caleb casts Maximilian's Earthen Grasp.

Jester: Like, is the rest of the cat in the rock? Where is it?

Caleb: The rest of the cat is in my heart.

Jester: So you’ve got a big heart.

Caleb: sighs and slumps with a mixture of amusement and sadness, shaking his head slightly

I know they’re actors by trade, but goddamn I love how Liam plays Caleb

[isa-ghost]

"Light them up, pretty~"

Me:

[risefromtheashes14]

Helpsaerfdgfk! I’m rewatching ep 55 of campaign 2 and i think i stopped just at the right momentsfglnhfsljdk

[walkthroughtheforest]

Despite missing opportunities to heal, Jester was 100% the mvp of this encounter in terms of closing the portal and obviously the revivify

[pocketgalaxies]

[ittybittyremy]

The warm breeze during Laudna's ritual

How Matt narrates the ritual:

"As this happens, you all feel this, (soft breeze), this wave of warmth in the room. Sourcelessly, there's no windows here, it's a basement laboratory. But you feel a warm gust of wind that feels oddly welcoming, and you [Orym] feel a familiar presence that you felt once before."

How Matt narrates the Wildmother in C2:

C2E47: "The warm, soft, comforting voice, like a breeze, drifts past your ears as the hot wind, unexpectedly through a cold night, drifts past your shoulders. "Staying out of sight. Making amends." That's all."

C2E55: "You had this strange vision in the darkness. You saw fields. Beautiful, distant. You saw ice covered lands. You saw a fiery forge. You saw historical glimpses of different families out there, scattered. Warm breeze blew through. The breeze blew east. Past the mountains, past the wastes. You feel like you're on the right path. You can't explain it."

C2E112: "As you consolidate these memories and give this prayer out to the Wild Mother, you feel that unexpected warmth of her presence come to you. The chill leaves your body and that warmth envelops the darkness behind your closed eyelids."

C2E112: "As you close your eyes, the cold breeze becomes not just like a gentle warmth, but like a hot coastal day. And any semblance of chill in the air is absent for a number of seconds."

C2E112: "The warmth remains, but the breeze picks up, this time from behind you pushing forward, leading you to believe that, perhaps, the subject of this question is also ahead."

Bonus: How Fjord (aka Travis) describes the Wildmother:

C2E66: "Except unlike the previous times where I've seen an eye and I felt cold and this darkness, I felt warmth and I heard a matronly voice beckoning to me. and I saw this greenery, like these vines reach out, inviting me forward. I can't help but think that might have something to do with the tree that we were near?"

[thebest-medicine]

Impractical Jokers

[read on ao3]

A/N: Had some Thoughts about Tasha’s Hideous Laughter / Hideous Laughter spell. Mainly. That Nott knows it [C2E28]. I would love to see Caleb experience it. (Caleb x Laughter OTP) And, also featuring a great joke Nott tells Caleb [C2E55]. (This is the first two chapters from ao3 put together.)

Summary: Nott is actually quite hilarious, thank you very much Caleb.

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“Hey Caleb?”

“Ja?”

“How many Zemnians does it take to light a lantern?”

Caleb turns from his book and raises an eyebrow at her. His lips turn down slightly in a frown.

“One! Because they’re efficient and humorless!”

“That’s not a very good punch li-” He starts to say, watching as Nott smirks and whispers something he can’t quite hear but recognizes as arcane; she waves the small feather she usually keeps on her for feather fall pointedly at Caleb.

And then he finds he can’t say anything at all as he folds to the ground, cackling with laughter. “W- IHI- NAHAHAHA-” Caleb laughs as he wraps his arms around his middle, and some sliver of his brain notes with hilarity that he’s slipped out of his chair and is now rolling on the floor.

“Oh, I guess it just took you a second to get the joke!” Nott laughs along and winks at him. Not that Caleb picks up on it, as he’s currently too busy cackling his head off. “I’ve never …seen you laugh like this.” She considers the giggling heap of wizard for a moment, looking down at him for a change. “Feels good to finally get a rise out of you!”

Every word she says, every sound he hears, every sensation he feels and conscious thought he has is currently the funniest Caleb has ever experienced (at least, that he can remember right now). He’s jumped past snickers and giggles straight into wild, unending cackles. Giddiness flitters through his chest as he shakes his head, trying to breathe through the laughter.

Nott scampers a bit closer, trying to get a good look at Caleb’s smile. “I didn’t know you thought I was this funny. I’m honored, truly.” She teases. And, well, she can’t help but reach out to Caleb, ruffling his hair a bit as he squirms, arms wrapped around his middle.

A long few seconds later, the buzzing, tingling, silly feeling of unbridled hilarity subsides, pulling back like the tides. Caleb coughs a little as he catches his breath, laying back against the floor. “That was-”

“Adorable?” Nott cuts in.

Caleb makes a sound of protest as the redness on his cheeks seems to grow a bit even though he’s stopped laughing. “You are not so funny.” He rolls his eyes and gives her a wary look, trying to fight the lingering smile off of his face.

“You’re right.” She chuckles. “I am Nott, SO FUNNY!”

Caleb rolls his eyes again and starts to push himself up by his elbows from where he had collapsed in laughter on the floor. “It won’t always work. You caught me off guard, but I can resist your tricks.” As he stands, he finally succeeds in making a face that isn’t a big stupid grin.

Well, Nott thinks, that won’t do.

“Either you’re going to have to start laughing more, or I’m going to have to get more feathers.”

Caleb freezes, eyes wide like a spooked animal. “What?” He manages, it’s almost a gasp. His face approaches the color of his hair.

Hmmm, he’s definitely blushing. Interesting. Nott starts to explain, her voice slow, as she studies his expression. “I need feathers…to cast Tasha’s hideous laughter.”

Caleb’s face seems to cool down a few degrees as he blinks. “Oh, ah-”

“But.” She continues, pulling another feather from somewhere inside her cloak. “I can also think of something else that I could use them for.”

Caleb’s eyes snap to hers. The seeds of a new smile, remnant of his earlier grin, are starting to sow despite his attempts to look stern. “Nott.”

She hums, giving him a smirk and wiggling the feather a little his way.

“Do not.” He takes a step back.

They stare at each other for a long moment before Caleb turns to bolt. As he turns away, Nott catches the growing smile on his face. A beat later, she pounces after him.

“Get back here!” Nott cries, a few steps behind Caleb.

“Nein!” Caleb nearly squeals as he dodges a hand going for his ankle.

Nott recognizes the finger movements ahead of her as the start of somatics. No, she scolds in her head, he won’t be getting away so easily. She’s already got the feather in hand as she shouts the incantation quickly.

Caleb’s next step forward crumbles as he folds in on himself laughing. “NEIHIHIHIN- HAHA AH I- NAHAHA!” So much for being able to resist it next time. The warm sparks of his magic fizzle away as he falls to the floor, wriggling about like a worm.

Nott plops down on her knees next to him, avoiding any flailing limbs. Caleb, it seems - to Nott’s delight, is quite malleable when he’s laughing his head off. When she reaches out to poke at his sides and stomach a few times, he wiggles slightly away. She scoots up near his head, smiling down at his wide grin, and uses another feather to start toying with his ears and neck.

It’s hard to tell if he’s reacting more than a few wiggles away from the pokes and swipes of the feather. The spell does a pretty good job of making the victim laugh as hard as they can, so he’s stayed pretty consistent in volume.

Nott gets one of Caleb’s wrists in her hand and pulls the arm away from his side. It goes quite easily. It’s strange seeing the normally stubborn wizard acting this way, a freshly made dough to be tossed and kneaded any which way without so much as a protest.

Nott can sense the spell ending as Caleb’s laughter peters off into a much lighter, sillier giggle. She moves into the space between his side and his arm, sets the feather next to her, and blocks Caleb from bringing his arm back down in one quick motion. And then, she pokes her fingers into his armpit.

Caleb squeals, his elbow coming down into Nott’s back. His other hand flies up and Nott braces for a shove, but Caleb just slams the free hand over his reddening face.

“Aww. Don’t do that!” Nott complains, reaching up to tickle under the front of his neck with one hand. His chin comes down with a snort, and the hand on his face moves to bat weakly at her arm. “Your smile is the whole point!”

Caleb whines between his laughter at the affection and teasing.

“And see, I don’t even have to use the feather. I can just get you any time. My hands are my greatest weapon!” Nott monologues triumphantly. “Though, maybe I could enlist some help.”

“Nein!” Caleb manages to squeak out as he laughs.

“Exactly. I’m sure rest of the Nein would love to help.” Nott says as she pokes a bit lower, just above where his leather holster lays. Caleb shouts, his body attempting to curl away from her. He’s shaking his head, giggling loudly. She pauses, leaving her fingers just touching the spot. “Well then.” She squeezes once more. “Looks like you’d better start laughing at my jokes.”

“Ja, ja. Haha- fine. Alright - hehe- you little menace.” Caleb giggles. Nott lets him up, for now, moving a bit out of his space. He pulls his arms into his chest, rubbing against the phantom feeling on his rib cage, then he reaches out and pulls the goblin in.

There’s a brief second where she panics, assuming he is eager to get revenge. But, Caleb just hugs her close, still giggling as they lay together on the floor. It’s a place they have been in more times than she can count, but this time, the warm feeling that envelopes them isn’t just coming from body heat.

[reilora-borealis]

Duplicity (c2e55) is The m9 episode ever

~ All of the following happens within the first thirty minutes ~

Beau: *using stillness of mind to end the frightened condition* I don’t want children

Fjord: *blindly shoots an eldritch blast down a tunnel where Nott and the quasit are both invisible* *hits the quasit*

Nott: FJORD WHY DID YOU KILL ME

Fjord: (weeping) You can take my spurs but not my goblin girl

Jester: *chopping up quasit corpses and stuffing them into the pink haversack* WE NEED SNACKS FOR YARNBALL

Caleb: *throws up*

[nerdandtie]

Stormwood & Associates: C2E55. Bird Fight (Hearts and Counterparts Part 3)

In a world not unlike the Regency period in England, our team find themselves in a strange position of Liz taking the place of her missing counterpart. As D, Liz and Obie spend time at an awkward party, Amy has set off in search of the missing "local version" of Liz. And Amy's about to learn that the locals aren't friendly. "Stormwood & Associates" uses the RPG system Super Awesome Action Heroes Second Edition with the optional Fantasy expansion and Advanced Combat Rules. View Archives and Subscription Options

[calyssmarviss]

I think about this bit way too often

[vexahlias-bow]

😭 BEAU 😭 BROKE 😭 YASHA 😭 OUT 😭 OF 😭 HER 😭CHARM 😭

[lessattitudemorealtitude]

The fact that it’s fucking Yasha and Caleb that were (meaningfully) taken over by the succubus/incubus, the two people who have/will have longlasting trauma about being used to hurt the ones they love...

[starrazorr]

everyone trying to cast spells at caleb to break the charm: oh no, his wisdom save is so high!

travis: but his jaw save isn’t! somebody bonk this fucking wizard!!!!

liam: it’s true, my AC is pitiful!!

[catrollsdice]

Came for the Top Table.

Stayed for the forearms.

[pocketgalaxies]

tfw you're in perma-death territory