#cracklepop

[vanscargoshorts]

everyone needs a bit of cracklepop in their life

[khalliys]

Beauyasha-Week 2025: Day 1 - Hurt/Comfort

They’re really just too good to her. She should bristle against it, probably, refuse to accept it, but she can’t. Yasha knows she’ll never be able to, whether she deserves it or not. No matter how bad she’s handling it. She’s so glad she didn’t kill Beau. That everyone is alright. It takes a while, Yasha couldn’t say for how long she stares at the ceiling, forcing her focus to stay on the comfort offered by Beau’s hand and Jester clinging to her, face pressed into her shoulder. Eventually, Jester turns in her sleep, freeing Yasha’s arm. Beau’s fingers are loose, her breathing has evened out. Yasha carefully turns onto her side and watches Beau’s profile in the noisy night vision.

It's been for fucking ever, but hey, what better day than this one to push out the last chapter of my h/c beauyasha fanfic. It's Yasha’s POV, after the Cathedral fight.

Read chapter 4 on Ao3. Note that the M rating is for chapter 3.

[beauyasha-week]

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[cyanfi]

Tadc episode 9 spoilers below:

So I remembered how Zooble mentioned how Caine would sing Daisy Bell outside their door. Later Jax and Pomni do the same.

Anyway, after getting the first two lines stuck in my head, I finally decided to listen to a full cover of it (all in relation to Caine tho lol) and some of the lyrics reminded me of the relationship between Jax and Pomni towards the final episodes.

Now these lines;

“Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do

I'm half crazy all for the love of you

It won't be a stylish marriage

I can't afford a carriage

But you'll look sweet upon the seat

Of a bicycle built for two”

They show a declaration of love and a desire for marriage or a deeply rooted connection. There’s an admission of a lack of wealth to provide the greatest form that a marriage could have. Though the singer believes that if they settle for something that’s less lavish but still gets the job done, the their love would still be set.

I can see this chorus describing how Pomni and Jax are towards each other. Pomni shows great perseverance in trying to help Jax the best she can. Even when Jax pushed her away multiple times, yet Pomni kept coming back looking as to why it kept happening. She genuinely wanted to connect with Jax, but from an outside perspective, most would see chasing a stubborn case like Jax to be pointless. I can see the first two lines fitting Pomni in her friendship with Jax and how she’s always pushing to help her.

(still haven’t gotten the jester outfit…)

Now we know that Jax is very close with Pomni as seen through previous episodes and greatly shown in the finale. Jax finally opened up to Pomni but it was too late due to her abstraction. Pomni made it hard for this end since Jax has constantly been doing horrible things that she deems to make her unlovable. Despite that, Pomni still shows she cares even after seeing Jax and all of her mistakes and bad decisions.

Of course after Pomni is pulled out of Jax’s mindscape, her and the others set up the pillow fort to keep her safe and calm. Now I’m not 100% if Pomni can re enter the mindscape or not. But assuming that she can’t, she goes on to still spend time with Jax even if there isn’t much response. The second pair of lines fit in how their relationship won’t be set in the best conditions. Between the struggle it took to build it and the lasting consequences of choices that can’t be undone.

(I wonder what they’re talking about…)

The last set of lines can show how in the end, even after Jax abstracted, Pomni found an alternative solution to still stay together. It wasn’t the greatest it could be, but given the situation, it was better than not being together at all.

Now this connection could be heavily relying on blurring your eyes and reading between the lines. Though I still really think that this chorus is a great way to reflect on the relationship of these two. I did enjoy the moments between Pomni and Jax but I was never really into the Funnybunny ship because it just felt doomed from the start. Relooking at its evolution though while connecting it to Daisy Bell has given me a new found appreciation for the relationship between these two.

[An extra picture of my tadc oc Cracklepop conveniently showing up to listening in on their conversation.]

[jtr-99]

So if they go through with the whole gods turning into babies thing, Beau and Yasha should adopt the Knowing Mistress. They can make a whole sitcom about it.

Call it Knowing Pains.

[tiamat-zx]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role: Exandria (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Beauregard Lionett/Yasha Nydoorin, Yasha Nydoorin/Zuala Characters: Yasha Nydoorin, Beauregard Lionett Additional Tags: Beauyasha week 2026, Day 2: Sentinel, Post-Campaign 2 (Critical Role), Campfires, Late at Night, Minor Yasha Nydoorin/Zuala, Not Beta Read Summary:

Following a final goodbye, Yasha has a reflection during a night watch. — @beauyasha-week 2026 Day 2: Sentinel

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Funny… last year I did a campfire story set BEFORE they found Zuala’s grave.

Now I’m doing one AFTER.

[criticalyasha]

Babe and baby

[beauregardlionett]

Yasha was standing outside in their yard, staring up at the rippling lights in the sky, when a shadowed figure came rushing up the road toward the house. Immediately on guard, Yasha summoned Light to her hand and held it out in front of her, trying to catch a glimpse of features, of intention.

“Who’s there?” Yasha called, voice gruff and low, a tone she hadn’t had to use in years.

“Yasha,” a familiar voice called from the shadows. “It’s me.”

The figure stepped closer, hair ruffled and cloak askew, but his frazzled expression familiar.

“Essek?” Yasha said, suprised. “What are you doing here?”

“I was visiting Zadash on business when things...changed. Have you felt the shift in magic?” Essek wrung his hands together, brow furrowed with confused agitation.

Yasha hesitated before she nodded slowly, wary of admitting the way she had felt her connection with Kord falter. She had thought they were long past unstable connections and the need to prove herself. But if what Essek was saying was true, then maybe this time it wasn’t on her.

“I’ve felt Kord...getting distant. But I thought it was just me. You’re saying there’s something else going on?”

“It’s not all magic,” Essek clarified, running a stressed hand through his hair and sighing. Yasha had seen this expression before, half fascinated and half frustrated at a problem he couldn’t quite work out. “I’ve tested a few different spells, and I can still cast. The issue is that any time I try to use my Sending stone to contact Caleb, all that comes back is a rush of static. My transportation magic isn’t working, either.”

Yasha’s stomach had already bottomed out by the time Essek looked up at her, eyes desperate. They both knew Beau and Caleb were off together, chasing down another lead on Ludinus and the Assembly. But that was all they knew - not where or why or finer details that could put them in danger.

Essek didn’t even need to ask. Yasha was already digging into her pocket to wrap trembling fingers around the smooth, familiar surface of her Sending stone.

“Beau?” Yasha called as soon as she swiped her thumb over the rune to make it glow. “Beau, baby, are you there? Please answer me, if you can hear me. Let me know you and Caleb are okay. I love you.”

There was a moment of quiet as the rune’s glow faded. Then a faint ring of static reached Yasha’s ears, swelling with pressure against the inside of her eardrum. Just when Yasha thought she might lose the battle against her will and scream, it cut off.

She looked up from the stone in her hand to meet Essek’s gaze. He looked back at her, already aware of her result.

“What do we do?” Yasha asked, voice strained as her grip tightened on the stone. She had always used this one connection to Beau as an anchor when her wife was on missions. Now, it provided no comfort. “Where do we even start? We don’t know where they are.”

“I may have let my curiosity get the better of me and snuck a look at some of Caleb’s documents,” Essek confessed, not looking contrite in the least. There was instead a determined set to his brow as he finally straightened out his cloak. Yasha knew stubborn resolve when she saw it. In response, she tucked her stone away and squared her shoulders.

“They’re in Marquet, in the Hellcatch Valley.”

Yasha felt her resolve falter. They were so far away, a completely different continent on the other side of the ocean. If Essek’s transportation magic wouldn’t get them there...

Turning on her heel, Yasha marched back into the house, leaving Essek baffled on her lawn. A few moments later, she returned, armor fastened over her gardening shirt and sword strapped to her back. The Light faded from her hand as she locked the door behind her and bid her garden a silent farewell. Rejoining Essek in the grass, she gestured back toward Zadash, jaw set.

“Let’s go,” Yasha prompted before striding toward the road.

“Sorry?” Essek asked, scrambling after her and looking confused. “Where are we going? How do you plan on getting to Marquet?”

“We’re going to the Cobalt Soul archive. They might have some way to get us there.”

“And if they do not?”

Yasha rolled her shoulders and breathed out an intentional exhale.

“My wife is missing,” Yasha said, voice low and simple. “They better come up with something.”