#oh beau oh beau oh beau

[termagax]

throws locks thru ur windows 🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒🔒 (for ask game purposes…)

i wont fucking go back to critical role i cant im not fuckung strong enough but i miss these crazy ass dykes every day of my lifw. if jester doesnt want miss lionett I DO!!!!! everyone move.out of my way GRRRRR RGRRRRRRGGGGRRRRRRR

[rasoyas]

what a pleasant view. 🏡 original households + my 3 rotational ocs!

[chatnia-starlight]

a little addition to bakery enemies au part 184 from @buggachat I put the dialog to let y'all know where I imagined it'd go!

If you haven't already, go check her comic now!

ID: [Adrien blushing a bit is leaning over giving Marinette a kiss on the cheek making her blush profusely while she looks shocked. Adrien has a speech bubble over him saying "you're amazing".] End of ID

[yashley]

We’ve all been there.

[rampantram]

Ok we got another baby in the fold, can we see the interactions between Barrett and the former bishops? [Kallamars is gonna be funny I bet but oh man i wonder how leshy’s gonna be-…well I’ve noticed he’s very open with Belle and Beau but…they look more like Narinder but Barrett looks more like the Ewe and Lambert, hows he gonna react to this? We all know he acts awkwardly around the Ewe so…whats your take?

He'd come around. 🦑💕

[criticalyasha]

M9 Echoes - 「 Yasha’s dream and Beau’s proposal 」

Context: Beau was talking about how the purple one (Imogen) was cute while talking to Caleb.

[batatoooooo]

Le Sacre 👑👑👑👑👑👸

[acharliek]

>>There will come a soldier who carries a mighty sword, she will tear your city down, oh lei oh lai oh lord<<

>>There will come a poet whose weapon is her word, she will slay you with her tongue, oh lei oh lai oh lord<<

>>There will come a ruler whose brow is laid in thorn, smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei oh lai oh lord<<

It's probably pretty obvious how Marishas characters represent the king, the soldier and the poet respectively, so this concept has been floating around in my brain for a whileeee but alas it was keyleths new level 20 outfit that inspired me enough to actually do it.

[beaudesoleil]

i don't even know what i'm doing. ok anyways merry christmas guys!!!!!!

[umblrspectrum]

still thinking about it so heres a bunch of stuff

[wisteriasymphony]

hey considering i dont have csp and ergo wasnt able to use the same brushes i think i did a pretty snazzy job

[c-kiddo]

rip mighty nein you wouldve loved a smoke break so much you wouldve looooved it

[cartoon-cass]

Made a design and height chart for Murder Drones characters and my au characters

Hopefully I'll get the energy to make proper character sheets for all the characters but for now you get these sketches, also if you have any questions about any of them please send me an ask I love talking about my designs and aus.

[sparring-spirals]

Imogen: Oh, you guys [F.C.G and Fearne] didn't even meet them [Caleb and Beau].

Fearne: Well, i only saw a glimpse of her back but, what I did see, whew, what a back.

Imogen, only communicating the most CRITICAL of information: she was- she had abs for DAYS-

[raven--bones]

i’m very normal about being stuck in a closet with skeletons

[blorbologist]

I wish you would write a fic where...

More of the consecuted!Ashton being raised by Essek, please 😘

~580 words | Gen | Essek-centric | Mention of this being 100+ years post-canon and most of the Nein have passed, as well as Ashton

Short one! I stopped to think about how, exactly, Essek would somehow adopt Ashton before they even realized they had past memories, and perhaps this isn't fully sound but I had fun with it :D

I wish you would write a fic where... prompt game

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Deirta Thelyss once claimed, in the gentle and patronizing way of one practiced at such speech, that she knew from the beginning that Essek was a new soul. He dismissed this immediately as justification for the cool detachment with which she raised him while waiting to see if he was anyone worth caring about.

This was a very solid conclusion until roughly three hours ago, where just as quickly as he disregarded his Umavi’s words he recognized this child. This child he had never met before in his life.

It had been a hunch to ask around. A gift of fortune that he was not immediately carted off as a (as Beauregard would have called it) a complete fucking creep.

But he knew where Greymoore had died. And so could extrapolate the - purely hypothetical - radius to investigate very accurately. And it’s not like the Cobalt Soul didn’t research the strangest of topics. Such as - again, hypothetically - any children born in this range of days potentially experiencing strange flashes and memories.

And if it became a long-term, fruitless research project, well. It’s not like he’s had much better to do. Caduceus is lovely, quite lovely, but there’s only so long he can garden before he’s gently being told to stop cross-breeding the plants and experimenting with grafts. 

(Only so long he can endure the reminders of what they’ve both buried in this same earth. He has always been a weak man.)

Essek long wrote this off as a fruitless thing. Ashton Greymoore was not consecuted, and calling their brain a biological Beacon would be generous (and swiftly provoke several rebuttal papers if he could publish the findings under another alias), and it had been too long. Frankly, he should have given up after fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, twenty years passed without a youth seeking him out on his rounds.

This child is not even toddling. It’s been over a century since he last met this soul, but he knows - he knows, deep in the pit of arcana in his stomach - that this is that genasi.

At this point the towns in his circuit consider it a queer sort of rite to show Essek their children. He’s learned to entertain them with simple spellcraft, enough of a delight to buy good faith. 

“Whoever birthed this little one dropped him on our doorstep,” the weary old orc is explaining; there’s a rush of sympathy and frustration swimming through his bloodstream. Deirta’s face flashes before his eyes, for no particular reason.

They keep talking. Essek keeps nodding and hopes his poker face has improved, because he is panicking. 

He had thought this out. Be the benevolent, strange sort of uncle (the memory of Jester’s voice trills, like a fairy godmother!) and be conveniently available when anamnesis occurred and otherwise simply… observe. For science. Because this was quite the unique sort of circumstance, and could disprove or bolster centuries of his work (and Caleb’s, the foundation of so much of it).

Essek can’t simply sit back and observe - can’t watch Ashton Greymoore grow up in an orphanage. Not again. 

The small human looks nothing like the Ashton he knew. And giggles and reaches for the flutters and skeins of magic without any hesitation, without pain. And he has a shock of red hair.

So with the heedless decision-making that’s evaded him since Caleb and Jester and Fjord and Beauregard and Veth and Yasha and Kingsley passed he says, “Ah. Well, I could offer-” they? They don’t know that yet, “- him a home.”