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@diviinedevilry
𝘋𝘐𝘝𝘐𝘐𝘕𝘌𝘋𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘓𝘙𝘠 :: that’s just the first part. what others call you, you become. it's a terrible magic that everyone can do - so do it. call yourself what you wish to become. ❀ independent private genevieve jester lavorre from campaign two of critical role, written by jessica ( she/her, 25+ ). sideblog : @deathwrung
“ I have had a very long day… I am very small and I have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress I am under. ” - ( Jester ) @diviinedevilry
Caleb can’t quite help the small SMILE that steals its way onto his face at her words, though his arms immediately open for her to bury herself in them. “I know for a fact that ONE of these things is not true, and it has nothing to with your height,”
He speaks softly, the slight teasing in his voice audible, but it’s not meant to do any harm. They’ve always been like that, and Jester’s always been dramatic, much like Caleb’s ALWAYS indulged her.
“WHAT can I do to make it better, blueberry?”
the toll of the day hangs heavy off her, tugging at her very soul and doing its very best to drag her down with it. still, there’s a levity to her tone, a frivolity that comes easily in his presence. jester goes to him immediately, letting his arms take the weight from her shoulders. “ you’re right – i slept in so it hasn’t really been a long day. ”
still, she is nothing if not dramatic, as evident by her sigh as she rubs her cheek against his chest. “ tell me you had a better day? maybe it won’t seem as bad if one of us was successful at least. ”
“You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back just like that” and “I’m getting tired even for a phoenix always rising from the ashes” are siblings.
“Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving.”
— For M, Mikko Harvey
Your mother was lovely-
I know! She's so nice! And now we're pirates and I'm never going to see her again!
That's not true. -c2e42
bonus Travis reaction:
she doesn't know what to do with jester now -- not that there's anything she should do with jester . she's done enough already , hasn't she ? she's stolen her away to here . the least she can do is let the poor woman sit in her office for a few minutes , right ?
astrid exhales through her nose , not frustrated but a little . . . confused . though perhaps jester is seeking her out because she has no other options -- astrid is her only outlet , the only person accessible to talk to . with that , perhaps it's only fair that astrid talk with her . . . it's the least she can do , now .
" from the paint on your hands , i'm not convinced that one isn't already there , " she murmurs , though she isn't necessarily upset by it . astrid doesn't have much in this home , she knows , and she knows that that isn't everyone's preference . " are you . . . familiar with arcane magic ? "
astrid, she is learning, is a hard one to read. so different from the people back home where delightful smiles and quick thinking could convince another of anything ( for better or worse ). instead jester’s left watching the way astrid responds carefully, determined to make as light of the situation as possible.
the response helps break the tension; a genuine grin plastered on her lips as she looks down at her hands, though she makes no effort to clear the paint from them. “ there’d be a lot more evidence if that was the case. your walls are safe. ” for now.
for a moment she considers, well, not lying but certainly fudging the truth in an attempt to appear as useful as possible. it only takes one quick glance over the pages of glyphs littering the table to know not even she could lie her way out of that. “ the traveler isn’t really big on textbooks or studying… we usually just practiced new spells on people in nicodranas when the moment called for it. but maybe a different approach will help? ”
oh yeah, so the lil bean came last week (he’s actually one week old tomorrow!) so while i adjust to life looking after him activity is going to be very sporadic.
ten favorite characters from ten different fandoms!
in no particular order:
jester lavorre - the mighty nein
rebekah mikaelson - tvdu
cersei lannister - asoiaf
morgana pendragon - bbc merlin
marya morevna - deathless
lucrezia borgia - the borgias
eleanor henstridge - the royals
nellie lovett - sweeney todd
mazikeen - lucifer
bellatrix lestrange - fandomless
stolen from: @tcaleaf
images that make me go straight up insane moodboard
WHAT KEEPS YOUR SOUL TETHERED TO THE MORTAL REALM?
love. i don't mean love for a person. i mean your love for living. your lust for life. it breaks your heart to have to leave everything behind. you're afraid. you don't know what awaits for yoh on the other side. you hang onto this realm with white knuckles and clenched teeth. the world is beautiful, but so is whatever is beyond. trust in yourself and believe that where you're going is where you deserve to be. it will be somewhere good. somewhere grand. it will grant you a sense of fulfillment you could only ever dream of. let go of this cruel world and allow yourself to be welcomed into the next with open arms.
tagged by : @aschcregen tagging : steal it. i don't know who's been tagged in what these days.
"And who are you?"
"Jester. That's all."
"Are you willing to carry this penance as well? For to hold onto these chains is to accept them. Do you love him this much?"
-Critical Role Campaign 2, Episode 108, "Traveler Con"
astrid has been poring over every tome at her disposal , the table before her covered in open books and notebooks . she has been distracting herself with all of this , when otherwise faced with the reminder that there's a young woman living in her home with her now , taken from her own home by astrid's own hands and his orders , and kept here by his wards .
she's given the woman -- jester -- as much space as she's been able to . which has been difficult , giving the one - bedroom home they reside within , but she understands if @diviinedevilry wants nothing to do with her . there is always food in the kitchen and sweet - smelling soaps in the bathroom , but interaction between them has been stilted , to say the least . astrid does not often feel guilty , especially about things that she cannot change -- but this is certainly an exception .
she hadn't noticed that jester had entered the room , not until she hears " is there anything I can do to help ? "
she glances up then , dark eyes surprised but calculating as always . " you would . . . want to ? " she asks , slowly , common heavy on her tongue .
fifteen steps separate the kitchen from the bedroom. during the darkest hours of night, when the world is unnaturally silent and there isn’t the sound of life from the floors above and below to fill the time, this number becomes twenty-two – determined for a reason beyond her comprehension not to disturb the silence on nights sleep doesn’t come easily.
despite the smiles and reassurances that it would all be one grand adventure, the truth remained she had swapped one cage for another – one with four small windows spread across as many rooms, precisely 47 books filling the small bookcase, and three floorboards that give the smallest squeak with just the right amount of pressure. how quickly she had learnt the intricacies of her new home when its other inhabitant – her wife, she should remember – remains a stranger.
dried paint flecks the back of jester’s hands as she takes a break and ventures from the bedroom, silently watching for a moment as if trying to gauge the other before speaking up. at the response she gives a shrug of her shoulders and takes it as an invitation to sit on the chair opposite. “ sure. i mean, i may as well... unless you wouldn’t mind a mural of dicks hidden amongst a flower field in the bedroom… ”
-Critical Role Campaign 2, Episode 92, "Home Is Where the Heart Is"
✨WIP✨ What song springs to mind when you are looking at this art? Except for the obvious The adventure begins, they were always beside you and I'm making my waaaay 😄🧁💪
aschcregen ✧･ﾟ: cayleb.
For a moment longer, Caleb believes he’s TRULY dreaming. It’s a cruel dream, he thinks, but he’s no stranger to those. It takes him a few seconds, the touch of his hand on her cheek, and her words to realize that, maybe this isn’t a dream after all. And maybe he’s said a little bit too much. It’s too late to take it back now though, and they’ve long ago promised to never mess with the other’s memories. Jester’s far better at that than him anyway.
“Ich liebe dich.” He finally says, the words rolling off his tongue easier in his native language. “I’m…SORRY if that scares you. I’m sorry for not telling you, but…Jester…I truly thought you’d be better off without knowing.” He laughs, shaking his head. “And…as per usual, I think I was wrong.”
well… she certainly wasn’t expecting that. a hope, maybe. a dream worthy of the most romantic of her books. but dreams had a way of shifting into nightmares too easily, no matter how closely she tried to hold them to her chest, or how adamantly she tried to keep them in the light.
somehow the zemnian helps drag her from the fog, her hand coming to rest against his own – both in an attempt to keep his touch there and to soak up the warmth it offers. there’s a million things she should say, probably even more that she could say. instead, she gives a small, almost nervous laugh, an attempt to let go of some of the energy bubbling inside her. “ how many times have i asked if you’re secretly in love with me? and how many did you lie? ”
