#happy beauyasha week!

[eldritchdeceit]

happy pride month! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

(free prompt for beauyasha week! 💙🖤)

[beauyasha-week]

Beauyasha Week is Back!

Bidet, everyone! 👋 We’re happy to announce that Beauyasha Week 2024 will be from the 27th May to the 2nd of June.🥳

“What is Beauyasha Week?” Beauyasha Week is a annual fanweek. It’s a fan-run event that provides inspiration for fans to create dedicated fanwork for the pairing Beauregard Lionett and Yasha Nydoorin.

For one week, daily prompts are given. Participants are encouraged to post on the day that corresponds with the prompt of their fanwork. You can create animation, art, cosplay, edits, fics, headcanons, memes, mix-media, playlists, etc. To submit your work, simply post it with the tag #BeauyashaWeek2024, and we will share it.⚡👊

We need your help on deciding what the daily prompts will be. Cast your vote HERE. Select the prompts that interest you.

Vote closes 20th of March. The Daily Prompts will be announced soon after. art by goldieloxbox on insta

[distant--shadow]

honestly, regarding this week's 4sided dive (ignoring the grievances about format and just some comments that make me cringe etc, I still think they just need to do something with more structure and focus and less guests and more often like talks, but i Get It) I'm quite excited. that was the most animated I've ever seen marisha talk about something in regards to romantic relationships in game. as someone who *personally* isn't a beauyasha fan, and one of the major reasons being why is their relationship afterwards just, ain't fun for me to watch, I'm real looking forward to the angst and the hiccups ahead. I think that's a huge part of why I always want a slow-burn on this show caus the fair seas happy couples they give just ain't entertaining for me.

I want the power struggle with these women between themselves and where they harness their power from and fumbling communication or misinterpreting it or obsessing over comments made and I am l👀king forward to the drama ya'll

how you folks feeling? anyone else agree?

[jtr-99]

Happy Beauyasha week friends! I humbly submit my first entry of the week. Enjoy!

[grayintogreen]

Pinned Post II: Electric Boogaloo

Hi, I'm Chris! I'm updating my pinned post to be more streamlined so here we go.

I liveblog Critical Role every week and tag with "cr spoilers" up until Monday. This tag also gets used for Candela Obscura and any one-shots. Dimension 20 spoilers are labeled “d20 spoilers.”

This is primarily a Critical Role and Dimension 20 blog, but I contain multitudes. You will see a lot of random shit depending on my mood. I’m really into Hazbin Hotel right now, for example, so my blog is kinda inundated in that. Honestly I might as well admit I am also a Hazbin blog at this point. Sorry, women.

I write a lot of fic, which can be found on my AO3 here. I primarily write fic centered on minor/supporting characters. I'm also the author of the life in the margins of redemption and red roses and dead things series- more about these below.

I have a ko-fi if you'd like to give me a tip for any reason.

I am the assistant manager of a convenience store that is part of a large retail chain and if you tell me that you shop there because “Wal-Mart is crooked” I’ll kill you. Mine is worse.

My two big series are as follows:

red roses and dead things (or Roseverse), a canon divergent Hazbin Hotel (goes AU after 1x06) series that deals with working on continuing the story while I wait for new material. It is lore-heavy, Team as Family, and redemption-focused with focus on Huskerdust, Alastor and his deal, Lucifer and his relationship to Heaven and Hell and his family, and Charlie continuing to pursue her dreams. Also contains significant amounts of Helluva Boss because we’re not beholden to copyright here.

life in the margins of redemption (or LitMoR), a For Want of a Nail CR2 Canon Divergent series, is a duology (with additional side stories) that takes the alternate path outlined in the Harvest's Close session notes- Cree rescuing the Nein from the Gentleman's wrath should they betray him- and takes it a step further with Cree reviving Molly on the Glory Run Road and traveling with the Nein in the hopes of finding a way to bring Lucien back. It is extremely Canon Divergent, but does feature CR2 plots under radically different circumstances and with additional characters. It's worldbuilding heavy, character-driven, often dark, but has a guaranteed happy ending. You may heard of it as "that 1.5 million word fanfic series."

It is not canon compliant with TNEOL as I had finished OUADYA before TNEOL came out. While I use some elements from the novel, the backstory presented for Lucien and the Tombtakers in the series is entirely different.

More details, including links to the fics, beneath the cut.

THE MAIN STORIES.

Note that while the series features Fjorester, Beauyasha, and Widomauk as primary ships, it is above all a gen fic that focuses on the platonic relationships even more than the romantic ones. I cannot in good faith rec this fic to you if you HATE any of those ships, but I can say if you're indifferent/just want a plot and platonic relationship focus, this fic will appeal to you.

once upon a damn-you-all. Cree saves Molly on the Glory Run Road, sending the Nein's trajectory off the rails in a story about redemption, change, fate, and team-building. Also Molly having to contend with the Somnovem.

you can't deny high noon. The Nein continue their journey with an additional member- a reluctant, captive Lucien- as they continue to face numerous challenges while enemies lurk in the background. While OUADYA is mostly original plotlines, this fic follows the majority of the major plot beats of canon albeit a bit twisted around and out of order.

THE SIDE STORIES

While not necessary to read in order to understand the main duology, I feel like not reading them causes a loss of impact, as often events/characters from them are referenced in the main narrative and having more perspective on the events adds more oomph. This is an extremely detail-oriented series and barely anything goes in without some thought put into it. For the sake of not overwhelming my audience, I'm only listing the side stories I think are actually important to the overall narrative, but please do read the others if you have the time.

there's something divine in the way screams can sound. The events of OUADYA as seen through the eyes of someone trapped in the Astral Sea- or Lucien's utter breakdown, now with context. Introduces several backstory elements that become super relevant in YCDHN.

as in the painted parlor, ophelia dreams. The story of how Ophelia came to the Run, became a Mardoon, and gave up her son.

all of the dreamers defying convention. A fic that takes place in the two month gap between the two duology stories and bridges the two narratives.

OTHER LINKS

original character guide. A guide to the many original characters featured in the series.

[changeling-rogue]

Happy Beauyasha week! I love them so much 🖤💙

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

dancing in the moonlight (beauyasha week day 1)

Prompt: Dance + Moon @beauyasha-week This week will be a continuation of my series from last year which you can find here! Read on ao3!

Crickets chirp softly from the garden and owls hoot from the tree line, providing a comforting noise to background the laughter of Imdrin and Cricket.

It’s a warm summer night, humid enough to make Yasha’s hair frizzy, but not enough to be uncomfortable. She and Beau sit on the back steps of their house, watching Imdrin and Cricket where they kneel in the grass and play. Their laughter rings out loudly, despite neither of their parents knowing what the hell they're on about.

Though Imdrin is a fair bit older than Cricket, it doesn’t stop him from adoring her and vice versa. The first few days after her arrived, Cricket followed Imdrin around with wide eyes, asking him nearly ceaseless questions. Apparently her utter adoration with him rubbed off as it took only a few weeks for him to get comfortable in the house.

He hasn’t quite been able to call her his little sister yet, but Beau and Yasha are sure it’s going to happen any day now. Cricket has been calling him her big brother since he came home.

Beau hums softly as she leans her head on Yasha’s shoulder, “Look at them, Yasha.” She nods with her glass of moderately spiked iced tea. Yasha looks up to see Cricket and Imdrin now running around the yard, massive smiles on both of their faces as they chase each other.

Imdrin has become a bright star in their lives. He is intelligent and shy and in many ways, far much more like Yasha than any of them were expecting. He's a very thoughtful boy, contrasting his incredibly energetic little sister.

Above them, Catha shines down brightly, giving everything a soft silver glow. Beau bumps her knee into Yasha’s before she takes her hand.

Beau’s had a hard week at the Soul, working overtime nearly every night as she and Caleb are working to investigate Ludinus Daleth and a few other members of the Assembly.

A quiet night at home with a home cooked meal and watching their kids play is exactly what she needed. Especially these kids, two children who came from awful places now laughing and smiling and happy.

Sometimes her research makes her think that there is nothing good in this world. These kids are proof there is.

“Mom!” Cricket chirps, getting both of their attention. She and Imdrin are kneeling in the grass side by side. “Drin is going to do magic! Come see!”

The two women chuckle, but get up off the stairs and walk over towards the kids. For the past few weeks, Imdrin’s innate magic has started to appear, though he hasn’t quite gotten control of it yet or managed to produce much of everything. Still, Cricket is full of excitement every time he attempts it.

Yasha kneels down beside Imdrin in the grass, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder, “You can do it.”

He takes a deep breath and nods, opening up his hands. In it, there’s a very small globule of white light. It seems to take all his concentration to maintain it as his hands start to shake. After only a few seconds, the light sputters out with a soft pop. Imdrin looks at Beau and Yasha for their reaction, clearly nervous.

Beau grins, “You’re doing so well, Drin." She traps his head with her hand and kisses his temple. "Even better than yesterday.” 

“Really?” His eyes grow big with hope.

Yasha nods sagely, “Really. In fact, that much progress deserves a treat, what do you say?”

Imdrin’s face lights up. It wasn’t hard for Beau and Yasha to figure out Imdrin’s ticks. He grew up in an orphanage with nothing to his name, no family, and being told he was worthless. So they do the exact opposite, rewarding him when he does well, constantly reminding him of his worth. “Will you play the harp?”

Yasha smiles, “That’s what you want?”

Imdrin nods shyly. Yasha ruffles his hair, “I’ll be right back then.”

Yasha’s harp has found much use since the kids, they love to listen to it, to dance, or to let it lull them to sleep. So her harp is placed in the living room with pride, easy to grab when one of them asks her to play. The wood has started to become worn, the strings having been replaced twice now.

Yasha returns outside to find Beau sitting in the grass with the kids, talking softly but gesturing wildly as she tells them what is surely a highly exaggerated story of their adventuring days. Yasha smiles fondly as she sits down on the steps and starts playing a soft song. 

Immediately Imdrin’s face lights up, Beau’s tale completely forgotten.

He absolutely adores hearing her play and hearing her sing lullabies to him and Cricket. Yasha assumes it’s because he wasn’t exposed to much music at the orphanage so she and Beau have tried to bring as much of it as they can into his life. Little does he know there’s a harp of his own hiding in Beau’s closet, waiting for his birthday.

“Mama, dance with me,” Cricket demands, jumping to her feet and standing in front of Beau. 

Beau chuckles, “If the princess demands. Want to join, Imdrin?" 

The boy shakes his head, just watching Yasha’s fingers move against the strings with wide eyes. Cricket pulls Beau up and stands on her feet as Beau begins to dance in slow circles with their daughter. 

Yasha can’t help but lose focus on the music, letting herself rely on muscle memory. She watches Beau and Cricket, their smiles and dirty feet on the grass as they dance under the moon. Their daughter’s tusks just poke over her lip now, making her smile even sweeter.

And she watches Imdrin and his peaceful face, inching closer and closer to the source of the music. She shifts over so he can sit on the steps beside her and watch her fingers. She smiles a little and softly starts telling him what note she’s playing, voicing the rhythm. 

As the melody repeats, Imdrin starts to repeat with her, slowly but surely memorizing the notes. 

Cricket laughs loudly as Beau lifts her above her head in a spin before setting her right back onto her feet as they keep dancing.

It’s incredible, Yasha thinks. This little family they created of lost people, needing a home and somehow they all found each other. A miracle if you believe in them, happenstance if you don’t. Yasha isn’t sure where she falls yet, but everyday it feels closer and closer to a miracle.

[flurry-of-beaus-pop-pop]

Sorry people are being shitty. I'm a shipper but I find your views interesting! Boring if we all think the same, isn't it?

No crime worse than being wrong about a fictional couple, I suppose.

No worries! As someone who has definitely disagreed/had a different view point than what was "popular" before, I'm used to being on the receiving end of people lashing out.

This fandom is definitely one that has a tendency to struggle with accepting opinions when they don't align with theirs!

At the end of the day, if someone disagrees with something that I perceive/think, that's perfectly fine with me (as long as they aren't insulting other members of this fandom, as I've seen quite frequently these past few weeks, which absolutely sucks and we can all do better!). After all, the beautiful thing about Dungeons and Dragons is that so much is left up to interpretation and that people can watch the same thing and take completely different messages from it depending on their own personal thoughts/experiences!

I'm glad that at the very least, you find my different views/opinions interesting! It would definitely be annoying if we all agreed, what would we talk about?

All in all, I am genuinely happy for the individuals that do ship Imodna. As someone who absolutely LOVES Beauyasha, I remember the joy I felt when they finally happened and I do genuinely want that for everyone. Do I personally ship them or was excited about how they get together? I don't. Maybe that will change, maybe it won't, we'll just have to wait and see, but in the meantime, I'm going to continue to engage in this fandom and share my thoughts because that's what fandoms are for!

[casukaga]

Beauyasha Week 💙 Day 1 — Angst OR Champion

i have no idea what they’re fighting, i just had an idea, didn’t think twice, and ran with it.

but hey! happy beauyasha week! i ambitiously tried to make mini animatics for each day, though only managed 1-3, 5, and 6. expect them to be rough and sketchy, as i was mostly just trying to see how fast i could make short animatics if i stopped being a perfectionist.

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[moonymauk]

beloved

[beauyasha-week]

Bidet, everyone! 👋 We’re happy to announce that Beauyasha Week 2023 will be from the 22nd to the 28th of May.🥳

“What is Beauyasha Week?” Beauyasha Week is a annual fanweek. It’s a fan-run event that provides inspiration for fans to create dedicated fanwork for the pairing Beauregard Lionett and Yasha Nydoorin.

For one week, daily prompts are given. Participants are encouraged to post on the day that corresponds with the prompt of their fanwork. You can create animation, art, cosplay, edits, fics, headcanons, memes, mix-media, playlists, etc. To submit your work, simply post it with the tag #BeauyashaWeek2023, and we will share it.⚡👊

We need your help on deciding what the daily prompts will be. Cast your vote HERE. Select the prompts that interest you.

Vote closes 30th of March at 7:00 PM PST. The Daily Prompts will be announced on the 31st.

[strawbie-doodle]

when she’s proficient in all saving throws and you can rage beyond death 😳

[tarydarrington]

"Alright, everyone," Veth says with authority, and everyone else quiets down. "Tomorrow is the big day."

Caleb sighs and ducks behind his drink. There is a speech coming. This is exactly the sort of ceremony he had hoped to avoid by having this get-together at his home rather than the bar Veth had suggested. It's only five of them, tonight; Beauregard and Yasha are always in town, and Veth had insisted on coming. And Essek, of course. He's not sure when the elf's presence at his side became an of course, but in a careful way, he likes it.

“As the person in this world who cares the most about Caleb--”

Essek silently quirks an eyebrow at that, and it doesn’t get past Veth.

“Alright, come on, just because you got him into bed and I didn’t doesn’t mean--”

Caleb clears his throat loudly, and Veth’s smile snaps back into place.

“As Caleb’s oldest, dearest, truest friend,” she says, and Essek manages to look dignified even while rolling his eyes, “it is my humble duty to tell you all how amazing he is on this momentous occasion.”

“You know, I am starting a new job, not getting married,” Caleb murmurs in her direction.

“And we’re all very proud of you!” Veth replies.

Caleb takes a long drink as the others chime in with agreement. Yasha shoots him a sympathetic look, and he returns a tight smile.

“Come on, man,” Beau says from where she leans against the table, “aren’t you excited, at all?”

He takes a long breath. Excited is a word for it. Ready to vomit at a moment’s notice is perhaps more accurate. The Soltryce Academy is tricky. He’s been back there a few times in recent weeks, for interviews and preparation, and each time, it’s felt like walking through a dream of a place the mind could not quite capture properly.

For whatever purpose, Trent has always wanted Caleb - Bren - to follow in his footsteps. Those footsteps feel a touch too literal in those hallways.

“Caleb?” Beau’s voice brings him out of his thoughts. “You still with us?”

He shakes his head. "Ja. Entschuldigung. There is a lot to think about."

Veth lowers her glass, frowning. "Nobody threatened you, did they? Because I'll have words with them."

"No, nothing like that." Not lately, anyway. He sets his own drink down on the table. "Just a bit worried, perhaps."

"Worried about what?" Beau asks flatly.

Caleb lets out a long breath, looking down at the floor. Where to begin? He’s worried that everything will go wrong. Worried that he’ll turn up with his clothes on backwards, or spill coffee down the front of his shirt, or trip over his words before the lesson even starts. Worried, most of all, about what comes after.

“I hope that I will not…” He searches for the right words. “I hope that I will be able to serve my students well enough,” he settles on. “The examples I have had were, ah….” Trent Ikithon is not one he wishes to emulate.

Essek frowns. “Carve your own path,” he says. “Someone as brilliant as you are needs no one to emulate.”

“Ja, well, that is fine for throwing together a spell or two, but I imagine the students will need a little more structure.” These are young minds. Any mistakes he makes will stick with them. He, of all people, knows just how much.

“Maybe you could ask them what they want from you,” Yasha pipes up. “You know, make sure you’re doing alright.”

Caleb lets out a long sigh. “Ja, maybe. That is a good idea.” Of course, it also requires that the students in question trust him enough to give him a straight answer.

They sit in relative silence for a moment, working away at their drinks. He hopes Veth doesn’t resent him for stepping on the atmosphere.

“Seriously, man, you’re gonna be great.” Beau knocks back the rest of her drink. “You’re already the best professor I’ve ever known.”

“I do not think the owl counts as a point of comparison,” Caleb deadpans. “Regardless, I will settle for not making a fool of myself for a first impression. That will be difficult enough.”

Beau shrugs, and reaches over to refill her glass. There’s a devious look in her eye that makes him nervous. "So why don't you practice?" she asks.

Caleb looks at her warily. "Practice?"

"Yeah, man." She gestures at the others. "Here's your class. Teach us something."

Before he can object, she’s already begun to pull an armchair toward the coffee table in the center of the room. Soon enough, three more seats have joined it, all on the same side. She throws her arms wide with a challenging grin.

“First day,” she says. “Don’t be late.” With that, she flops down onto the rightmost chair.

Transfixed in bemusement, Caleb watches as Yasha and Veth rush to occupy the next two seats in the makeshift classroom. The Expositor commands a room, it seems.

“Are you comfortable with this?” Essek murmurs as he brushes past as well. “I am willing to be the, ah... wet blanket, if need be.”

Caleb sighs, briefly twining their fingers together and squeezing once before letting him go. “Not comfortable, no, but it’s not a bad idea.”

Someone wolf whistles from the peanut gallery, and Caleb turns a fond glare on them all. All three of them are, of course, the picture of innocence. He shakes his head as Essek settles down primly in the last remaining chair. It’s not exactly the picture of an academic setting, with their glasses of half-finished booze still on the table in front of them and the lot of them draped over armchairs and ottomans.

“Alright,” says Beau, who has not even bothered to put her drink down. She makes a trilling sound that he thinks is probably meant to emulate a school bell. “Hit us.”

"We will be brutally honest," Veth promises. "Which means we will tell you honestly how perfect you are."

"Or if there's anything you could do better," Yasha adds.

Caleb stares back at them. It’s nothing he hasn’t gone over in his own head a hundred times. Even once or twice, to a captive audience of cats. It’s a short class. It will be over before he knows it.

The others look up at him expectantly. Watching him. Waiting. Caleb clears his throat.

"I, ah... feel a bit silly,” he admits.

Without a word, Essek waves a hand, and the familiar faces before him shift to those of strangers.

It’s almost embarrassing how much it helps. Caleb takes a deep breath and lets it out, running through the lesson plan in his head.

"Guten Morgen, class, I am, ah… Professor Widogast." It's the first time he's said that particular pair of words out loud.

"Whoo!" the student who is not Veth shouts.

"Yeah!" the student who is not Beau chimes in.

Caleb gives them a look and straightens his coat. "This is Introductory Transmutation, in room 142, so if you are all in the correct place--"

"Professor?" The student who is not Yasha raises her hand.

"Ah, ja, Miss…"

"Lionett."

Not-Beau slaps a hand over her own mouth and mutters, “Holy shit,” into it.

“Was that too much?” not-Yasha whispers.

“Babe, it was so hot,” not-Beau hisses back.

Caleb clears his throat. "Miss Lionett, do you have a question?"

Not-Yasha seems to suddenly remember her role, and she folds her hands in her lap. "No," she says, "I have to use the bathroom."

Caleb pinches the bridge of his nose as not-Beau bites back a giggle. “Ja, okay, go.”

“Don’t let her go!” not-Veth interjects. “She knew it was almost time for class; she should have gone earlier.”

“Dude, if she has to pee then she has to pee,” not-Beau protests.

Pointedly, not-Essek raises his hand.

Caleb lets himself sigh with relief. “Ja, Master…?”

“Gross, Professor, we don’t need to know about your weird sex dynamics,” not-Beau says.

Not-Essek’s face blooms red, and Caleb presses a hand to his face to hide the same. “You know very well, Beauregard, that it is an honorific.”

Not-Beau shrugs, looking very pleased with herself as she takes another sip of her drink. Not-Essek glares very polite daggers at her before clearing his throat.

“Thelyss,” he answers.

Beau cups both hands around her mouth and boos.

“No, it’s better that he’s honest,” Veth says. “We already know he’s a terrible actor.”

“Herr Thelyss,” Caleb says, raising his voice above the heckling. “Do you have a question?”

Essek leans forward, resting his elbows on the table in a gesture that’s much too endearing. “I wondered what you will be teaching us today, Professor Widogast.”

Caleb tries not to dwell on the way the title hits differently on Essek’s voice, instead straightening up and waving one hand behind him. An illusory chalkboard appears in the air behind him to polite applause from Veth and Yasha. Back on track.

“Well, this is your first day,” he says. “So I know that - Beauregard, please remove your feet from the table - I know that most of your other teachers will be spending time going over the material that you will be covering this semester, but, ah…” What is he meant to be doing with his hands? They feel limp if they’re at his sides, but too formal behind his back and too awkward in front of him. Perhaps he should have a lectern? Somewhere to rest them, or shuffle with papers?

His gaze drifts back to his “students,” who all blink back at him expectantly. Essek inclines his head as though to prompt him on. He clasps his hands in front of his chest, hoping it will do for now.

“Right,” he continues. “Ja, so I thought we would take a look at something more practical to start. We will leave the reading for tomorrow; you have enough of that today.”

He waves his hands again, and behind him, a set of runes and diagrams appears on the chalkboard. Above it is written the word Prestidigitation.

“So, ah, partner up,” he orders. “Introduce yourselves. If there is someone on their own, a group of three is perfectly acceptable.”

“I call Miss Lionett,” Beau shouts, grabbing Yasha’s hand.

“Can I go to the bathroom, first?” Yasha asks.

Caleb gives her an incredulous look.

“I really do need to go,” she says.

He gestures towards the hallway, and she shuffles off. In the meantime, Veth and Essek scoot their chairs closer together. Caleb’s gaze lingers questioningly on Beau, who shakes her head.

“She’s not learning anything tonight, man. Go ahead.”

“Ja, okay,” he says distantly.

It feels silly, explaining the spell to this motley crew. Beau has leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, eyes glassy, clearly not paying an ounce of attention. Essek has produced a piece of paper upon which Veth occasionally scribbles, though the way he periodically nods approval at Caleb’s points betrays his own prior knowledge of the subject. After a few minutes, Yasha returns and attempts to take down notes of her own.

“Is everyone following along?” he asks after a while, knowing it’s a futile question.

“Yep,” Beau lies.

“Hmm.” Yasha hums.

“Perfectly,” Essek says.

“You’re doing amazing, sweetie,” Veth confirms with a wink.

He continues, running them through the various applications one by one. Beau gives him an occasional “uh huh” that he believes not one bit. At one point, he catches Essek take a passing glance at Veth’s paper, widen his eyes, and lean forward to murmur something to her. He isn’t sure he wants to know what that’s about.

“Let’s keep focused, please, everyone,” he reminds them.

Essek waves a hand to signal him to continue. Nothing too scandalous, then. He goes through the final few points, then comes to stop in front of the chalkboard, hands awkwardly clasped again.

“Okay, that is it,” he says. “You have as much time as you require to finish the spell, and when you are finished, I would like one person from each group to demonstrate.”

He gives the others a questioning look. It’s one of the points he’s most worried about. A way to take pressure off some of the slower students could just as easily be a way to unintentionally foster competition and resentment. But none of them objects, so he gives them another nod.

“I suppose we should skip the demonstration portion,” he mumbles.

“I can do it,” Yasha chirps. Without warning, she swings the massive greatsword from her back and sinks the tip into the table, making the others jump. “I made a small mark.”

Caleb covers his eyes with one hand. “Ja, will it go away in one hour?”

Yasha silently places her drink down over the indentation. Caleb sighs. It isn’t as though he has very many guests, anyway.

“I can probably swing producing an odor, for you,” Beau offers. “But I figure you probably don’t want that.”

He ignores her, and instead gives Essek a tight smile.

“Well, would my second group care to demonstrate?”

Beau jerks a thumb in Essek’s direction and fake-coughs to Yasha, “Teacher’s pet.”

Essek ignores her and sits back, fingers working in those little patterns he draws when something has piqued his curiosity. “I believe so,” he says, and nods to Veth.

Caleb raises his eyebrows as all eyes turn to Veth. Though Essek had the courtesy to leave her a halfling, her features and coloring are entirely different - but that wide smile as she stands and rubs both hands together would give her away, no matter the face it was set in. And as Beau swears under her breath, Yasha and Caleb look on wide-eyed, and Essek watches with a smirk, she pulls her hands apart to let loose a shower of sparks.

“You… learned the spell,” Caleb says numbly. He hadn’t imagined any of them were actually paying attention.

“It was an excellent lesson!” Veth replies.

As she takes her seat again, Beau and Yasha give her a smattering of stunned applause. Essek clears his throat pointedly.

“And I guess, maybe, Essek gave me one pointer,” Veth amends with an eye-roll.

“Hey, so your partner system worked,” Yasha points out.

It had. The lesson had worked, the procedure had worked - his teaching had worked. There’s still a little voice in his head reminding him that Veth is brilliant, and an adult, and perfectly capable of learning things like this without even so much as his help - but he can’t deny that it’s his guidance that taught her this particular spell. ‘An excellent lesson,’ Veth had said. In this moment, he’s inclined to believe it might be half true. Caleb realizes very suddenly that he’s beaming.

With a snap of his fingers, Essek dispels the disguises. The soft smile on his face - his real face, and Caleb always misses it dearly when it’s hidden - says he hasn’t failed to notice Caleb’s relief.

“Danke, all of you,” he says sheepishly, waving a hand to vanish the chalkboard.

“Thank you!” Veth says. “For the shiny new spell and for the masterclass in professoring.”

“You were really good,” Yasha agrees. “I’m, uh... I’m sorry about the table.”

He dips his head to hide the way his face is flushing. They exaggerate, the lot of them. But there is something to be said for having friends who will say such things. “Ja, well,” he says, “I am not convinced it will translate to an actual class, but I will hope.”

Beau takes another swig of her drink, wiping her mouth afterwards. “Dude, we were the worst and you still managed to teach somebody something,” she says. “Those kids have nothing on us. You got this.”

He offers her a smile, retrieving his glass from the table as Yasha, Veth, and Essek do the same. He hopes it’s true. He hopes that, separate entirely from his ability to teach them the how of magic, he will be able to keep them safe. That he will be able to keep from passing on any damage he received in his own time in those halls.

He catches Essek’s eye, and the knowing look there puts some of the anxious buzzing to rest. He will be better. He will struggle, most likely. He will stumble, inevitably. But he will give better than he got. He’s been practicing that part for years.

“To Professor Widogast!” Veth shouts, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Professor Widogast,” the others echo, and Caleb smiles.

“To my very good friends,” he replies.

“To the hottest professor the Soltryce Academy has ever seen,” Veth shouts in response, and Caleb nearly chokes on his drink when Essek casually clinks his glass against hers with a nod.

They drink together. Caleb thinks, just a little bit, he might be excited.

-

thanks @peregrintook for reading this over and telling me it wasn't the worst thing i had ever written (in much more generous words than that), and @saturdaysky for catching me red-handed last time i deleted it and being so kind about it 💜

[dasschmitt]

🌈 happy pride 🌈

[morningsound15]

let me just, for a moment, say something that of course has already been said but that i just can’t stop thinking about re: episode 126 like… i know a lot of people in fandom (myself included) might gush more about ashley/yasha but holy FUCK what marisha did last night was so good.

like ashely is obviously the quietest player, and she’s been around for the least amount of time because of all the eps she had to miss. you can tell (other players/characters have picked up on it too) that in some ways she’s still finding her sea legs (no pun intended) with the group. she’s much more likely to fall quiet in group settings, not strategize so openly, she’s not usually the first one to engage npcs, stuff like that. this makes sense for yasha's character, but it’s so clear in every moment where yasha does speak, or every conversation she’s in, that even though she’s quiet she’s still so attentive, always paying attention, and she’s clearly working through some shit during scenes, even if she isn’t speaking (her face the first morning after beau woke up with the eye… destroyed me). and when ashley gets a little bit of space and time to really get into the rp… damn she’s so good. she’s so good! her little nuances and her sincerity, i love how funny and awkward and earnest she is. her scenes with beau are obviously great, but also her scenes with jester, and veth. (sam and laura are both great at this also! they really draw players into the rp, they’re great scene partners but their efforts are also more visible)

but i just have to give so many props to marisha. i mean the way she really thought through everything about how she wanted the night to go, from the tower changes to the order of things to the softness. just asking questions, prodding for backstory, gently giving space for yasha/ashley to engage. it’s so clear that yasha’s been dying to talk to her, and it’s so clear that yasha’s still holding onto guilt! she’s keeping herself back, she’s trying to keep her distance, she doesn’t want beau to get hurt (all she wants is to protect the m9). yasha's still struggling with feeling worthy or love, with the fear of maybe being turned into a weapon again, and here comes beau ‘i’ve never been on a date or had a non-toxic relationship before like 1 year ago’ lionett, all grand gestures of romance (feat. flowers, drinks, dogs, ninjas, love confessions, unconditional support, and everything else that makes me tear up). and beau knows yasha so well! everything was really picture-perfect. yasha is this big scary barbarian who can fly and break creatures over her knee but also she scritches every dog she meets and picks flowers and speaks softly and plays a delicate harp and in every moment (except in battle) she’s really just so so gentle, and that’s how all of that date felt to me! just really gentle.

marisha/beau just put so much LOVE into it. (and of course liam! so much love for his friends.) and not just love for yasha, but love for ashley too! it’s vulnerable to go so big, to put your heart out there like that. beau made her feelings clear while also making it clear that her love doesn’t come with caveats or conditions. no expectations. every little gesture is telling yasha that she loves her, but beau also makes sure to tell her (and veth!) that they’re moving on yasha's terms. all beau REALLY wants out of their night together is for yasha to know how much beau cares for her, how much she trusts her, how much she wants yasha to trust her back. that’s so fucking SOFT. it’s just so lovely.

it just makes me so happy that they love their characters so much, that they care about giving them the space to explore this, that marisha carved out space for her and ashley to do a really long scene together, but mostly space for yasha to just breathe and gather the strength to say what she wanted to say. it was romantic, cute, funny, awkward, and just all around lovely. LOVELY.

it’s just so clear how much these folks all love each other! they just want their d&d characters to be loved and happy, and that is so sweet of them :’)

ANYWAY! the girls are in love! happy for them :)

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

a gentle touch (beauyasha week day 3)

Prompt: Pride @beauyasha-week read on ao3

The rain falls softly down on the roof and against the windows. Various buckets are scattered among the rooms, revealing holes that have yet to be patched up. Rain water cascades down the windows like tears, if Yasha looks hard enough she thinks she can see a woman’s face in the rain. Though it might just be her own.

She sits on the end of the bed, her hair damp at the roots where the rain hit her before getting inside. Her eyes are locked on the window as she slowly uses a damp rag to wipe the dirt from the garden off her hands. Her hair falls loose around her shoulders, long and white now. She’s wearing a pair of soft sweatpants and an even softer t-shirt. 

She should be nothing but comfortable and happy and warm, and yet this melancholy feeling finds it’s way under her nails and in her ears and digging under her skin. 

Both of the kids are spending the night with their Aunt Jester and Uncle Fjord, leaving Beau and Yasha home alone. Normally that would mean a date night but when Beau came home, Yasha hadn’t realized how late in the day it had gotten. She had been gardening until it started raining. Then she went inside and sat at the kitchen table until she heard the door open as Beau came home.

Rain clouds circle her head, she can almost hear the thunder rumbling. But the rumbling ceases at the same time the shower turns off in the adjoining bathroom.

A few moments later, Beau walks back into the room. She wears nothing but a towel around her shoulders to catch the water still dripping from her hair. Yasha finally tears her eyes away from the window to look at her partner, vulnerability written in the heaviness in her eyes and the slight furrow in her brow.

Beau smiles softly and steps towards Yasha, standing between her legs and putting a hand softly on her cheek.

“My hands are dirty,” Yasha tells her softly.

“That’s okay.” Beau leans down and kisses her slowly, running her hands against Yasha’s neck and shoulders tenderly. Yasha sighs softly against her lips, lifting her still dirty hands to Beau’s waist with that permission given. When they pull apart, Yasha leans her head against Beau’s sternum. “You okay, babe?”

Yasha nods, pressing a kiss to Beau’s chest as Beau lifts her hands up to Yasha’s hair. “I love Cricket and Imdrin so much, but sometimes I just need a break. Does that make me an awful mother?”

Beau shakes her head, “You’re a wonderful mother, Yash. Those kids love you more than anything, but this is still new to both of us. You’re allowed to be exhausted and to need a break. That's exactly why they have so many aunts and uncles.”

Yasha laughs and looks up at her partner with exhaustion in her eyes, “I love you.”

“I know,” Beau smiles and kisses her again. “Do you want to take a bath?”

She hums, “Will you sit with me?” No part of her wants to be alone right now and besides, she can probably convince Beau to braid her hair for her.

“Always. I love any opportunity to see you naked, you know that.” Yasha rolls her eyes at Beau and pinches her side with a laugh. As their laughter dies down, Beau takes Yasha’s cheeks in her hands and kisses her again. “I’m so proud of you.”

Yasha frowns up at her, almost whispering as she asks, “Why?”

Beau shrugs, “How far you’ve come. Not punishing yourself for how you feel, not burying it. I’m proud of you every single day, Yash. When I see you gardening and with the kids and teaching Cricket how to read and Imdrin how to tie his shoes. There’s still so much fight in you, Yasha, but you’re using it to help our family and I couldn’t love you more for that.”

Yasha pulls Beau closer, once against closing her eyes as she leans into Beau’s chest. Yasha isn’t good with words sometimes, she can be awkward and tentative and can stumble over her thoughts. But by now, Beau knows how to read what Yasha doesn’t say just as well as what she does. 

So the two of them just stay there for a long moment, Yasha’s eyelashes ticking Beau’s bare skin and beau gently massaging Yasha’s scalp through her thick hair.

“Come on,” Beau tugs the roots of Yasha’s hair gently. “Time for a bath. And then,” she lowers her voice a bit, “figure out how exactly to spend a night without the kids.”

Yasha chuckles, “Knowing you, you already have plenty of ideas.”

“Maybe, you’ll just have to wait to find out,” Beau teases as she pulls Yasha to her feet. Yasha keeps her hand in Beau’s as she allows herself to be pulled into the still humid bathroom, the sounds of thunder growing quieter and the heavy clouds around her starting to dissipate.