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The sun and the moon are actually wizards
#:) <3#aslightartity#digital art#critical role#critrole#shadowgast#essek thelyss#shadowhand essek#den thelyss#caleb widogast#the mighty nein#might nein#liam o'brien#matt mercer#gay ass wizards#sun and moon motif#sun and moon symbolism#playing card symbolism#art#no description
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#critical role#might nein#echoes of the solstice#cr live show#critical role live show#cr spoilers#critical role live show spoilers#cr memes#mighty nein echoes of the solstice#I have a version if essek shows up
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"Aunt Yasha-" "Don't you Aunt Yasha me!" "I know for a fact you didn't listen to your mother." "...She was dead."
-Luc trying to convince Yasha to let him join.
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Some possible ideas for Jester's nude portrait of Fjord
Now, obviously Fjord's portrait would be much girthier and larger 😉, but I think my vision is clear
(the paintings are as followed: Nude Study of Thomas E. McKeller by John Singer Sargent // Automedon with the Horses of Achilles by Henri Regnault // Nu Masculino by Théodore Géricault // The Wrath of Achilles by François-Léon Benouville // Triumphant Athlete by Franseco Hayez // Hector's Body by Jacques-Louis David // Male-Nude, with Arms Up-Stretched by William Etty)
#i know the william etty one doesn't fit that well but i just genuinely love that painting#critical role#critrole#critrole memes#the mighty nein#might nein#m9#fjord stone#fjord tusktooth#jester lavorre#fjorester#art meme#nude painting#nude male body#nude man#cr spoilers#cr memes#cr shitpost#courtesy of me#cr campaign three#crit role#critrole meme#cr3#cr c3
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Tea and a good book to start the day 💜
#illustration#art#fanart#digital art#digital illustration#artists on tumblr#fan art#nightingale artwork#critical role#critical role campaign 2#cr2#cr2 fanart#cr fanart#critical role fanart#cr caduceus#caduceus fanart#caduceus clay#the mighty nein#might nein#m9
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Caduceus: I made tea.
Nott: I don’t want tea.
Caduceus: I did not make tea for you. This is my tea.
Nott: Then why are you telling me?
Caduceus: It is a conversation starter.
Nott: That’s a lousy conversation starter!
Caduceus: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.
#caduceus clay#veth brenatto#nott the brave#critical role#cr2#might nein#incorrect quotes#incorrect quote#cr incorrect quote#cr incorrect quotes#my stuff
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A little Essek to keep me going 🥲
#critical role#essek thelyss#cr2#critical role fanart#shadowgast#might nein#god I’m so scared for them rn omfg
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I am not into CR that much, not anymore.
I wasn't into CR1 as much and I haven't finished it (mostly bc production quality), I genuinely didn't like CR3, but CR2????
BRuhhhh when I tell you CR2 increased how much of a fucking nerd I am. I miss CR2 every day. I loved those fucks. I don't find that energy in cr anymore, but I'm watching the animated show and waiting patiently for the animated show of CR2.
#cr2#critical role#cr1#cr3#critical role spoilers#cr animation#vox machina#might nein#shadowgast#cadeuces clay#jester lavorre#beauregard lionett#fjord stone#nott the brave
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I'm listening to the Isharnai episode of campaign 2 again, where Beau think she's peaked and that one day the Might Nein will all go their separate ways and leave her all alone again. And I'm getting all emotional, because its like... knowing how their story plays out. How she and Yasha fall in love. How the Mighty Nein (truly nine now) have monthly meet ups in Caleb's tower and how years later she and Caleb are still working together to root out corruption and succeeding at it... she has no idea the bright future she has ahead of her and she nearly threw it away... 😭
And like this is a story beat that is so poignant because in that moment, Marish and Beau genuinely had no idea what the future would hold. Its a story beat unique to a d&d show bc the future genuinely is not guaranteed for these characters. They could've gotten into a fight with Isharnai in the next 5 minutes and all died (I think they could've taken Isharnai but Beau didn't know that). Like if this story beat happened in any other medium it wouldn't ring so true because there would be writers with a plan for Beau's story knowing wether she would get a happy ending at the end of this or wether she was right to worry. Which doesn't detract from such a story beat per say, but knowing that there are no writers and that it truly is uncertain makes it so much more genuine and real.
#critical role#critical role campaign 2#might nein#beau#beauregard#beauregard lionett#cr spoilers#the mighty nein
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TIME FOR THE YEARLY ART CHECK...well late art check bc I'm three years late but JESTER REDRAW!!! In order 2023 <- 2020 <- 2019!!!
#bun's drawings#dnd#fan art#critical role#critical role fanart#might nein#jester lavorre#DON'T LET YOUR DREAMS BE DREAMS!!!#YOU CAN ALWAYS IMPROVE DON'T GIVE UP YOU HEAR ME#DON'T GIVE UP RAAAAAAAAAAAH
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Day 10: Ghost
Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - C2 Mighty Nein - lee!Jester, lee!Fjord, lee!Beau
[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]
A/N: Caleb has some fun with Unseen Servant [continued here]
[read on AO3]
Words: 1.6k
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It had taken a little time studying and searching around town for Caleb to finally get his hands on a viable copy he could use - to cast as many times as he was able in a day - of a spell he’d been thinking about adding to his repertoire for some time.
Unseen Servant - it created an invisible, mindless, shapeless force that performed simple tasks as mentally commanded. The question was, how simple did the task need to be? Caleb made his way happily back to where they had set up the Tower, pockets full of extra string and wood chips he’d need as spell components to practice.
Over the next few days, Caleb practiced with a few times when he was alone in his room - he manifested the unseen servant, commanding various tasks of increasing complexity. First, he had it picking up a few books. Over the hour he tidied up around the room using the incorporeal helper. He asked it to fetch some items for him, and quirked up a smile as they were brought to his side. He took a bottle of wine and a glass he had brought into the room earlier. The unseen servant poured him a glass as commanded without spilling a drop. The best part was, he didn’t have to verbally state the commands. It was like his own little personal, benevolent, mind reading ghost helper.
Caleb drummed the balls of his feet on the floor, wanting to try out something that would determine if the time spent finding this was as worthwhile as he’d hoped. He only had to think it.
Caleb lifted one foot, wincing though he was along, and thought out the command to trace a line down his foot. He shuddered, foot twitching and toes curling, when he felt a finger slide down his foot.
“Ah- shit. Heh-” Caleb was full on smiling now. Oh yes. This was going to give him an edge. He went through a few checks of more dexterous moves - grabbing a toe, poking, the sensation of wiggling fingers - Caleb pulled one arm up to cover his mouth as he started to snicker outright.
Soon enough, he called off the little guy who wasn’t a guy- ‘Schmidt’ he thought fondly. He didn’t, after all, want to laugh loud enough to attract any curious tieflings.
Caleb Widogast was a patient man, disciplined, but he was giddy at the thought of stumbling upon a good time to try to utilize his little friend. He hoped to have a bit of fun with the others before they figured it out.
…
They were sitting together, talking after a meal - spread in a semi-circle of seats on furniture and the cushions on the floor. Jester was suggesting some games they could play or stories they could tell. Fjord sat right next to her, their thighs pressing together every time she wheedled back and forth in her spot as she spoke. Beau was on the floor, back pressed against the chair where Yasha’s legs came down to wrap around either side of her. Yasha carded her hand through and played with Beau’s hair.
“Ah- Jester!” Fjord yelped out of the blue, flinching away from her and from a poking, ticklish touch on his side.
She looked at him curiously. His eyes were wide, a little nervous, smiling. “What, Fjord?” She asked.
Fjord, watching her nervously, felt a scribble of what felt like fingers - though he could see all of hers - down his side and scrambled backward in shock. He put distance between them with a gasp. “No, no tickling- what did you do?” He asked with a squirm, trying to fight the nervous smile on his lip.
“Who’s tickling? I’m not tickling.” Jester asked, looking more pleased and confused the more Fjord said.
“What the fuck is- ahaha- what did you, who- who? Ahahah- shit!” Fjord’s speech broke down into giggles and snorts of laughter as the pokes and scribbles suddenly switched to his ribs. He swatted at the source, but felt nothing in the space. “Hehe no- ahh! Stahahap-” He gave up and collapsed back on the floor, wrapping his arms around his middle.
Mercifully the feeling ebbed away, leaving Fjord grinning like a fool on his back. Jester came more directly into his line of sight, leaning in. “Ooh, what was that all about?”
He didn’t quite believe just yet, knowing Jester, that she wasn’t involved in what had just happened. “What did you- is this some kind of, of- trickster spell?”
“Fjord!” She batted at his arm playfully. “I promise I didn’t tickle you!” Jester laughed. “If I did… I’d do it like this.”
“Shit- no!” Fjord got out as she lobbed herself down over him.
Caleb chuckled as she started taking Fjord apart right in the middle of the den - not unusual for the little trickster. He allowed himself a small smile in pride at his successful instigation. He would definitely be using this more often, he thought as he heard Fjord’s laughter ring out louder.
…
The next time he conjured Schmidt, he had first excused himself to the bathroom - it would only last for an hour at a time, and he couldn’t exactly cast it right in front of everyone. Even if he tried to be subtle, they could be quite perceptive.
He came back in and made himself comfortable within their circle, sipping some more of the tea from Caduceus.
Jester was giving a long-winded explanation of a book she had picked up recently when she cut herself off with a shriek. She jumped up in her seat, her eyes scanning between Fjord on one side and Beau on the other. “Hey! Who did that?” Then she grinned. “Are we having another tickle fight?”
Fjord looked pale as she spoke. He held his hands up, waving them at her defensively. “No, no- it- it wasn’t me!”
Beau snorted at his reaction, causing Jester to pounce on her. Fjord scrambled away from Jester’s wild tickling, leaving Beau on her own.
…
Their basic shopping and supply run had gone terribly wrong in Beauregard’s eyes. She, Caleb, Caduceus, and Nott wandered the halls of the general store, looking for anything odd or interesting, when something… started happening.
Beauregard barely held in a gasp at a sudden flicker of sensation, a poke along her side. She spun defensively, drawing in her fists. Nothing. Hmm.
She was talking to the shopkeep, trying to negotiate a deal when a- a feeling- something- pinched along the back of her hips. She cut her words short, barely holding in a laugh. She turned around fast, batted at the air and scowled.
When she turned back around, finding nothing behind her, the gnomish man behind the counter had fixed her with a strange look. “A-Are you alright, miss?”
“I’m fucking great. Anyway-” She took a deep breath. “Is that really the best you can do for us?”
…
When it happened again at the next shop, she couldn’t even see any of her friends in her line of sight. What the fuck was this. Was their house haunted by some. Weird ass ghost that kept tickling them? Was this some elaborate prank from Jester? Was it the Traveler? Some fucking spell? Whatever it was, Beau was already over it.
She kept her arms down along her sides as she finished grabbing what she needed from the shop. Checking out, she felt the same wiggling, tickling skitter again, this time over her neck. Almost letting out a squeak, she looked frantically around the room, scanning for anyone else acting strange - or, feeling strange, or looking strange… or-
Caduceus was standing nearby, giving her a slightly concerned frown. Caleb was behind her in another row. Her eyes just caught the shift of Caleb’s lip, the aversion of his eyes; when he saw her look his way, he had immediately schooled his features and pretended to be interested in something else. That fucker must have figured out some, annoying ass spell. The little shit. He’d been doing this at the house. At the tavern. For weeks. How had no one noticed? Well, now Beau noticed.
Beau scowled at the back of Caleb’s head as they walked back to the tavern, scheming. He definitely had some answering to do for this.
…
Caleb, satisfied with the progress of his weeks-long ruse, started to make his way out of the room after the rest of them had started to head to bed. He made it a step before something pulled him to a halt by the back of his shirt.
Caleb spun frantically, trying to face the assailant. He met eyes with Beauregard - who was.. happy? angry? - whatever it was she looked downright dangerous. He took a nervous breath before clearing his throat. He tried to sound casual, maybe a little annoyed - definitely not nervous. “And just what do you think you’re doing, Beauregard?”
“What am I doing?” Beau scoffed. Caleb heard a little disbelieving laugh as she started dragging him backwards, toward her room. Caleb stumbled back, following her but unable to turn around.
“Hey!” He argued, as she tossed him ahead of her into the room.
She closed the door, and then spun on her heels to face him. “I saw you.” Beau growled, pointing at him in accusation. “Your little fucking smirk at the shop. I know it’s been you fucking with us, you little shit.”
Caleb felt his cheeks heating up and couldn’t do anything to stop it. He smiled placatingly, holding up his hands. “Surely, I- heh, I don’t know what you mean-”
“Yeah?” She grinned at him wolfishly. “Well, you’re gonna tell me all about it.”
#tickletober23#tickletober 2023#ghost tickles#tickle fic#fluff#tickle magic#spells#unseen servant#he just wants to prank his friends without becoming the instant victim heheh#tickling#caleb widogast#beauregard lionett#might nein#m9#jester lavorre#fjord#mine#fic#tickletober#ghost#ticklish!jester#ticklish!fjord#ticklish!beau
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Whumptober #15
xxx i don’t need you to help me
Fjord looks up from his dinner in time to see Jester skipping toward Caleb, and he looks back down with a shake of his head. The wizard has been standoffish these last few days, more than usual even. Not that Fjord can blame him, really. The fight with the direwolves had been…intense, to say the least. His hand moves to his stomach as he remembers the gaping wounds that had been there, the indescribably horrific feeling of holding his hands over them in an attempt to keep his insides from spilling out. He remembers the sounds that had come from him, agonized and inhuman. He shudders and pushes his food around in his bowl with his fork, his appetite diminished. Caduceus had been able to heal him, but between the miserably cold days and trying to make up for time lost, they’ve been unable to have a decent rest and all of them are feeling it.
“Caleeeeeb!” He hears Jester’s sing-songy voice. “Look what I made you!” When there isn’t an immediate answer, she adds, “It’s a flower crown, I--”
“I have no interest in your silly things!” Caleb snaps, suddenly and sharply. Fjord’s hand freezes, and he looks over at Beau. She just shrugs slightly, her expression as surprised as his own.
“Oh,” Jester says softly, the woven daisies held gingerly in both hands. She takes a step backward. “Sorry.”
Caleb’s face softens, eyes wrinkling at the corners and mouth turning down with regret, and he sighs heavily. His shoulders slump as he does, his whole body seeming to cave in and shrink.
“No, Jester. I--I am sorry.” He tries to make eye contact, but his gaze keeps flicking down to the dirt. “That was…very nice of you. I’m just…I am very tired.”
“We’re all tired, Caleb,” Beau says, her voice sharp.
He nods once, and maybe it’s the shadows cast by the fading light but he looks…exhausted. Haggard. Definitely worse off than any of the rest of them.
“Yes. Yes, of course, I didn’t mean…It is lovely, Jester.”
She narrows her eyes at him, but she’s never able to stay angry at Caleb for long and Fjord can see a corner of her mouth twitching. She lets Caleb stew for a moment longer before beaming at him.
“That’s alright, Caleb! Here!” She gently drapes the flower crown on the man’s head. He can’t say no now, and she knows it. Fjord rolls his eyes, but he can’t help but smile at her antics.
It quickly fades when Caleb’s knees buckle. Jester manages to catch his arms before he can collapse fully, letting out a startled sound.
“Caleb!” Nott’s voice joins Jester’s, the goblin scrambling to her feet.
“I’m alright,” Caleb insists as Jester helps ease him down into a sitting position. The breathiness of his voice undercuts his words, however, and Fjord sets his bowl on the ground, ready to stand if he’s needed. Beau is already on her feet.
“I--I am okay!” His voice cracks, and he’s even more unconvincing than he was before. “I just need to sit down for a minute.”
“What is that?” Nott demands, and Fjord does stand then.
Caleb tries to bat her hands away, but he’s no match for her speed and she snatches his coat, pulling it away from his torso and letting out a cry, voice rising in pitch and volume.
“Is that blood?!”
“Beau.” Fjord looks over at her. “You better go get Caduceus.”
She nods once, wide-eyed, and takes off running toward the trees, while Fjord hurries to Jester and Nott and Caleb. The former two are clamoring, while the latter tries (and repeatedly fails) to reassure them.
“Please, Nott, I am fine. Jester, I’m fine!”
“You’re not fine, Caleb!” Nott cries.
“That is a lot of blood,” Jester adds.
Caleb doesn’t look at either of them, stares at a distant point between them looking flustered. Now that he’s close, Fjord gets a real look at Caleb for the first time in days. He doesn’t look good--dark circles under his eyes that stand out even more against unusually pale skin, a sheen of sweat covering his face despite the chill in the air, despite the visible shivers running through him.
It’s a wonder no one’s noticed before now.
“Hey.” Fjord puts a hand on Jester’s shoulder and one on Nott’s. “Why don’t you guys go check on the fire?” When he’s met with looks of reluctance and defiance, he adds, “He looks like he’ll be needing it.”
“Let’s go, Nott,” Jester coaxes. “We can get some firewood to help Caleb.”
Nott lets out a discontented hum, but allows herself to be led away by the tiefling. Fjord waits until they’re a few steps away before he kneels down in front of Caleb. The light is beginning to fade and Caleb’s shirt is dark, but there’s a large patch that’s even darker, and four thin gashes in the fabric on the left side of his chest. Now that the others are gone, the I’m fine act has vanished, pain evident on Caleb’s features as he lets out shaky breaths.
“I--I’m going to lay down now, I think,” he murmurs, leaning back and hitting the ground with a grunt, draping his left arm up and over his head.
“How bad?” Fjord asks as he starts the process of pushing up all of the layers of clothing to get a look at the wound.
“Not…Not sure. Haven’t, erm--” He clears his throat. “Haven’t had a chance to look.”
Fjord looks up at him with raised eyebrows. He supposes he shouldn’t be surprised, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be concerned. “We’ll have a chat about that later. Shit you wear a lot of clothes…”
“It is col--sheize!” He closes his eyes tight, grimacing in pain as Fjord pushes the innermost layer up and away from his ribs.
“Easy, there--ooh shit.”
There are four ragged, parallel gashes across his ribcage, starting halfway to his midline and extending up and around his side toward his armpit, almost to his back. The whole left side of his torso is covered with dried crimson, the wounds dark with it as they try to heal. One gash is cracked, a thin trickle of fresh blood oozing from it. And the area all around the wounds is visibly inflamed and bright red underneath all the dried blood. Caleb’s chest rises and falls in short, rapid breaths.
“That bad?” He almost laughs as he says it.
“It’s not good.” Guilt is beginning to gnaw at Fjord as he realizes that Caleb’s been walking around like this for days. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”
“It’s just some scratches. You were dy--” He stops. Breathes. “You needed all the healing they could give you, Fjord.”
Ah. Caleb didn’t want them to use any spells on him, so he’d kept his mouth shut.
The guilt only grows. He examines the wounds, squinting at them in the dying light.
“You still should’ve said something, Caleb. We can help you. There’s other things besides magic.”
He expects a response to that, at the very least an indignant sound, but to his surprise the wizard says nothing.
“Caleb?” He looks up and his heart skips in his chest. Caleb’s eyes are closed, his face slack. “Hey, Caleb. Caleb!”
“Is he alright?” Nott calls.
He reaches up and pats Caleb’s face (fuck, his skin is clammy), ignoring Nott’s shout for the time being as he tries to stir his friend into consciousness.
“Caleb, c’mon buddy.” Frantic fingers move to his neck, finding the pulse there fast and fluttering.
“Caleb!” Nott runs back, dumping a small arm load of wood on the ground before falling to her knees near Caleb’s side. Her eyes widen as she takes in the wounds, and she looks up at Fjord. “What happened?”
“He was hurt during the dire wolf attack.”
Nott makes a sound that’s somewhere between worried and frustrated. “Well, why didn’t he say anything?”
Fjord sighs. Because of me, he thinks. He doesn’t look at Nott, instead turning to Jester, who’s wandered over with her own load of firewood. “Have you got a piece of wire squirreled away somewhere?”
Jester nods quickly.
“K, good. I need you to contact Caduceus. Tell him Caleb is wounded and we need him to get back here as quick as he can.”
“Okay.” She sets the wood she’s gathered down before digging into her bag to find the wire necessary for the sending spell.
Nott is sitting on the ground now. She’s lifted Caleb’s head so it’s resting in her lap, and now she’s leaning over him, murmuring quiet reassurances. Fjord feels like he’s intruding somehow, so he moves away and picks up some of the discarded sticks and branches to stoke the fire.
Beau and Caduceus emerge from the woods a few minutes later, and Caduceus quickly busies himself mixing things he’s gathered from the woods into some kind of paste. Beau sits next to Fjord, picking up a stick from the ground and tracing swirling shapes into the dirt.
“How is he?” she asks after a moment, not looking up from her idle scratching.
“He’s in pretty bad shape. It happened during the fight with the dire wolves. I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner…He didn’t say anything because of me, you know.”
Beau and the stick freeze, and she looks up at Fjord. “You’re not really trying to blame yourself for this, are you?”
Fjord doesn’t answer, and Beau glares at him.
“Fjord,” she says, her voice serious. “You were literally dying. Plus Caleb is pretty good at keeping secrets. None of us saw it. It’s not your fault.”
Fjord takes a deep breath, letting it out as a long sigh. “Well it sure as hell feels like it.”
“Well it’s not. So just stop. Besides, Caduceus knows what he’s doing. Caleb is going to be fine.”
“Yeah,” Fjord says quietly. “Thanks, Beau.”
“Fjord?” Caduceus says. “I’m going to need your help.”
Fjord stands quickly. “Whatever you need.”
“The mixture I’ve made will help him heal, but I’m afraid it isn’t particularly pleasant. I’ll need you to hold Mister Caleb still in case he wakes up.”
“Sure,” Fjord says, moving over to the unconscious wizard’s side. He kneels in the dirt next to him, putting a hand on his uninjured shoulder. Caduceus positions himself on Caleb’s other side.
“Nott, hold his left arm, please,” Caduceus says as he scoops some of the paste he’s made from a little wooden bowl. “Keep him steady.”
“I’ve got him,” Nott says firmly, gripping Caleb’s left wrist with both hands.
Caduceus nods at her, then smears some of the mixture onto the gashes on Caleb’s chest. Caleb makes a small sound in the back of his throat, his eyebrows twitching into a slight frown, but other than that he hardly stirs as Caduceus continues to scoop the paste onto the wounds. Fjord is starting to think perhaps the firebolg was just being overcautious when Caduceus starts to rub the paste into the open wounds. Caleb’s whole body jerks and he lets out a loud cry.
“It’s alright, Caleb!” Nott says, holding onto his arm with a frantic expression as Fjord puts more of his weight onto Caleb’s good shoulder.
“Easy, there,” Fjord says.
“I have to make sure the medicine gets deep into the wounds if he’s going to heal properly,” Caduceus says in that calm, steady voice of his.
“We’ve got him,” Nott says. “Keep going.”
Caduceus does, and Caleb screams again, writhing, trying to twist away from Caduceus’s touch. Fjord looks up at Nott to make sure she’s got a good hold on him. She does, of course--she possesses an impressive amount of strength considering her size--but he can see on her face that it’s difficult for her, seeing Caleb in pain like this.
“You’re doing very well, Mister Caleb,” Caduceus says. “Nearly done.”
Caleb is trembling by the time Caduceus finishes, his breath coming in small, pained gasps. He doesn’t wake up.
“He needs some good rest now, for the medicine and his body to do their work,” Caduceus says. He looks up at Fjord, and he seems to stare into him. “I think you could do with a good night’s sleep too, friend.”
Fjord shakes his head a little. “No. No, I should keep watch--”
“We’ve got it,” Beau says.
“Yes, we can do it,” Jester agrees.
Fjord wants to argue, but he can tell by the others’ faces that it’s not an argument that they’ll let him win.
“Fine,” he says finally. He’s not sure he’ll be able to sleep, but he lays out his bedroll anyway, settling next to Caleb.
He watches the stars for a long time, listening to Caleb’s breathing and the crackling of the fire.
He doesn’t even notice himself tire before he drifts off.
xxx
Caleb is already awake when Fjord wakes up in the morning, sitting next to the fire with a blanket wrapped around him. He still looks tired, but he’s improved significantly since the previous night, and is even smiling a little at something one of the others said.
“How are you feeling?” Fjord asks, walking to join them.
“I’m alright,” Caleb says.
“Good,” Fjord says. “Because I’m about ready to kick your ass.”
Caleb frowns. “I’m not sure I’m feeling that alright,” he murmurs, looking down at his hands.
Fjord crosses his arms over his chest. “What the hell were you thinkin’, keeping that from us?”
Caleb raises his eyes guiltily, his arms scrunching up toward his shoulders. “I didn’t think it was that bad.”
“Yeah, well, it fucking was,” Fjord says. It comes out sounding harsh, and he knows it, but he doesn’t hold back, the worry that’s been knotted in his gut coming out as frustration. “Never again, you hear me?”
“I hear you,” Caleb says.
Fjord is determined not to let Caleb off easy, so he just sets his jaw and nods curtly. “Good. We’re a team now, Caleb. You don’t have to just handle shit on your own.”
“I know that. I’m sorry.”
The genuineness in Caleb’s voice is enough to make Fjord soften, just a little, and he sighs. Damn it.
“Yeah, well. I’m just glad you’re okay.”
xxx
#whumptober2023#no.15#suppressed suffering#might nein#critical role#fic#gore mention#blood#passing out#hidden injury#injury reveal#caleb widogast#fjord stone#cr fic#mighty nein fic#whumptober#my writing#my fic#whump#whump fic
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There's nothing about Critical Role that annoys me more than when one of Taliesin's characters utters the words "I have a plan", "I have a thought", or "I have a theory"
#critical role#vox machina#might nein#bells hells#more times than not they just... never share the thought#or just do the thing without discussing it#and it goes horrifically wrong#or is just plain dumb
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For the fjorester wedding one shot I demand the return of Jumanji Costco
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