#princessamericachavez

[aj-lenoire]

Sorry for the like-spam but Gods how I'd missed ur liveblogging TLOVM. As someone who watched the campaign, I adore ur takes with fresh eyes.

lol do not worry—i forgot how much i love this show!! the drama the creep factor the relationships i am so goddamn hype

[justalittlebluetiefling]

Hello. Someone on Discord pointed out that during the Relentless Hex scene, Fjord was hugging Jester’s shoulders exactly on top of her Traveler Tattoo and if I have to think about this for the next week it’s only fair to share it with you too.

It’s a good thing that I’m sitting on a couch, because I literally flailed like Marisha did when she that spell worked in campaign one and she ended up falling off the bench.

WHAT.

HIS ARMS.

WERE ON TOP OF HER TRAVELER TATTOO.

This just adds to my complicated, layered opinions about the Artagan x Jester.x Fjord dynamic that has been going on probably since she met Fjord.

I know this is an improv show, but the actual poetic ways things keep lining up is just... perfect.

[sockablock]

OMG YOU'RE DOING PROMPTS! I LOVE YOUR PROMPTS! (Also, congrats on the milestone!) If you're still accepting, could I request Fjord/Jester + angst? Pretty please?

ksdfhjkshdfjkshk AHHHHH THANK YOU!!! Unfortunately hdfjsh my prompts are closed and I’m dying a little cause I still have ,, over 30 to go lmao but!! Keep your eyes peeled because I promise that Fjord/Jester content is comin’ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[jumanjiicostco]

Okay, so I don’t usually do these, but I really feel like I’ve met/started following a couple of people in this community that really deserve some recognition. So I want to take a minute or two and do that. 

Squishy feels below the cut: 

I’m starting this off right with @princessamericachavez: If you don’t follow her, you should. Her CR meta (and all of her meta... and content... everything she produces, y’all) is riveting and well thought-out and honestly the kind of content that I look forward to reading. There are just some people whose thoughts I enjoy hearing, even when I don’t agree with all of it, and Sofia is one of them. (And if you really feel like crying, check out the 2 years later fic she posted this evening. I was in tears.) 

Next up is @whalohs: Again, incredible meta. If you’re looking for someone to present logical and sound theories backed up with evidence from episodes and just general understanding of the human condition, look no further, because it’s right there. I genuinely look forward to the meta that comes from J after each episode--quality content, y’all. Just saying. 

Following that up with @disasterhumans. Can you tell I love reading CR meta???? I really, really do. And this is yet another place that I go for quality content at the end of an episode and the days following. To top it all off, the humor and perspective provided in both reblogs and original content. Also, as  someone with a huge bias for Team Human, this is the exact kind of content I’m looking for on my dash on the regular. 

More recently, there’s @darlingderolo @kimabutch @sockablock and @cinnabi who I haven’t been following for as long, but am genuinely really pleased to stumble across on my dash. I look forward to keeping up with your content in the new year and hopefully getting to know you better!!

And last, but certainly not in any way least, is @xhorass. Rey has been incredible since we started talking a month or two ago. And I’m talking about putting up with my rambling about fics and theories and Caleb and feels. Also keeping up with my screaming about C1 as I do my rewatch. To top it all off, Rey is super duper fucking sweet and an incredible writer with great insight and critiques??? And just a really big, kind heart. I’m so grateful to have met you this year and to get to know you better in 2019. 

I’ve only been in the CR community for a few months, and this is only a fraction of all of the incredible critters out there producing content and creating a community that promotes love and acceptance, and I can’t wait to meet more of you in the upcoming time (years? months? who knows with this hellsite.) Anyway, I was emotional and wanted to post this. Sorry for rambling.

Happy Holidays to everyone! And a happy New Year!!

[hold-the-fjord]

princessamericachavez replied to your post “watching the ECCC panel, I now understand why Travis isn’t sitting...”

He did sit next to her for the whole of C1 though. It was funny because for the longest time they stayed so IC that I had no idea they were married but also they have some nice physical interactions (like him and Liam shuffling away in one of her wrath moments, or "Vex" kissing Grog to shut him up, or Travis full on hiding behind Laura in a stressful moment)

@princessamericachavez oh I know, I’m halfway through C1. that comment came more due to Travis often playing that ‘terrifying wife’ card. he likes to pretend to be scared of her and there were a few moments like that during the panel.

I do think though, that it’s good they’re not sitting next to each other as Fjord and Jester.

[caduceus-tealeaf-derolo]

Making Use Of Jealousy

So - I’m trying something. going forward, every time I get another 10 followers, I’ll be taking those ten, and selecting one randomly to give me my next Critical Role drabble pairing and prompt. Below, you’ll see the one from @princessamericachavez, who wanted Fjord and Jester, and gave the prompt Jealousy “You know, I think Jester’s getting a little jealous…” Those words had been rolling around in his mind for weeks now. “Jealous? Of what?” He’d been clueless. Beau had looked at him, the same look Caleb gave him from time to time; It was the facial equivalent of “You are just so brilliantly stupid.” and he hated it. It meant he’d missed something, and usually it was something big.

  Jealous of what… Then he’d gone and carried on with Avantika, and what a right shit show that turned out to be! They’d survived it, but he couldn’t shake that he’d missed a window with Jester. More than a window, it was an entire city gate she’d left open for him, banners strung, flowers thrown for him to walk on, and like an idiot, he’d ignored it. He’d missed it.

The tavern they’d chosen for this stay in Humperdook was rowdy, and he was hard pressed to not simply call it a night. Catching the bartender’s eye he signaled for another drink, doing his best to not pay attention to the small gaggle of young men that surrounded the subject of his thoughts.

“Will you dance with me?”

The question cut through the din of the tavern like a blade, Fjord tightening his grip on the tankard he’d been handed, and grinding his top teeth into the small tusks he was allowing to grow. The ones he was growing for her. A grumbling sigh escaped him, he’d done this to himself really. Tankard to lips, ale to belly, signal another, repeat. Within an hour (and several of Jester’s dance partners) later, he was mumbling under his breath as each one was giggled at prettily, dances accepted, and a drink or some morsel of food ordered on her behalf. “How you doing there, buddy?” he turned to look up at the lightly furred, pastel cleric that had claimed the chair next to him. “Oof. That’s rough.” He resisted the urge to slam his head into the bar, but only barely. “Why did I miss it, Duce?” he was proud of his enunciation, considering how bright the room had become. “What’d you miss?” “Jester. I missed my shot with her. Look-” he gestured to where one admirer was playing a hand game with her, claiming to read her future in the lines of her palm, and another was feeding her bits of an exotic fruit. “Oh, that-” Caduceus’ tone took on the soft edges that usually meant he was about to say something profound. “Fjord, she’s waiting for you to come.” The warlock almost fell off his barstool, though that could be attributed to his level of intoxication. “Come where? Did she tell you something? Did you ‘hear’ something? What do you know?!” His voice had become a sort of hiss from his trying to be discreet while also being very drunk, and Caduceus’ brow furrowed a bit in reply. “You’re drunk. Here.” The cleric touched him, and sighed happily, clearing Fjord’s mind with a restoration spell. “Go to her, sweep her off her feet, apologize for being an idiot, and then for being a mopey idiot, and ask if you can court her. That’s what my mother always told me my father did, and they were happy. Go do that, and if she says you may, kiss her. Kiss her in front of all of those boys nipping at her heels, and then smile at them over her shoulder, and go get dinner somewhere.”

“You think that’ll work?” he was already standing up. “It should, and she’s there, just waiting for someone to swoop in and make all the-” he was walking away, head clearer than it had been in some time. The gaggle of boys, because there was not a battle hardened man among them, went quiet as he approached. “Excuse me miss, may I have a word?” His southern drawl made the words come out like smooth whiskey, rolling across his tongue, burning oh so sweetly.

“Why of course, good sir!” her eyes sparkled as she looked him over, taking his offered hand, and allowing him to close the gap between them, forcing her admirers to move back slightly.

Placing a gentle kiss to the top of her hand, he looked up into her eyes, sparkling with mirth. “May I ask this lovely lady for the favor of a dance?” the sound of grinding teeth was like music to his ears, and he couldn’t help the smile that crawled across his lips. “Well, how can I ever say no to such a polite request? Of course.” Turning to the gaggle of onlookers, Jester smiled sweetly. “Please excuse me, gentlemen, this song begs to be danced to.” Turning back to Fjord, he only barely caught her small wink, as her tail draped across his wrist. “Shall we dance then?” The gods smiled on him that moment, and the jaunty dances that were usually played in a place such as this were slowed down, and so he was able to sway with her in his arms, rotating slowly. “Jess, I’m sorry.” She’d been seeing what trouble she could cause by smacking people with her tail, and making it seem like someone else, but this comment brought her attention fully to him. “Sorry? What for, Fjord?” “For being an idiot, and not paying attention. Then, for paying attention but not doing anything about it, and being a right ass about it.” He might be imagining it, but her cheeks seemed to color somewhere closer to the purple side of her skin tone, and he felt his heart leap. “I’m sorry for all of that, though I’m sure there’s more I could be sorry for, but I’ve been reminded that I’m not very smart from time to time.” She clicked her tongue against her teeth in a dismissal. “You’re very smart Fjord, just not where I wanted you to be. You’re allowed to feel as you feel, I have no right to your attention, not really.” Her tail had curled around his wrist that rested on her waist, and  squeezed lightly. “What if I wanted you to have a right? Would you be open to that? I understand if that ship has sailed, but I thought I might give it a shot, now that my head’s on straight.” “What are you asking me Fjord?” her face was too hard to read for him to know what her answer might be, and he briefly thought of simply dropping the question. “I’m asking if You, Miss Jester Lavorre, might be interested in being courted by me. I know I’m not much, but if you’ll let me, I’d like to.” She nearly stopped their dance, but managed to keep moving with only a slight delay in their timing. “Yes please.” The words were barely more than a whisper, and Fjord had to lean down slightly, so she could repeat them over the noise around them. “Yes, please, I’d love for you to court me.” His heart soared, his stomach flipped around, and his mouth split in two with a wide grin that showed the beginning of what would one day be a set of pearly tusks. “May I kiss you, Jester? In front of all of those boys who were posturing for your attention?” She gasped, and he thought for a moment that he’d stepped too far. “Oh Fjord! That would be the best prank EVER! Yes yes yes yes! Let’s do it!” The song came to an end as he spun her out, and then into his chest once more, holding her close as her skirts swished around her legs, brushing lightly against his. Looking up through his eyelashes, he was gratified to see every lad’s eyes were piercing into the pair, as he pulled her back to his chest and swayed to the last notes, placing a chaste but meaningful kiss to her lips. Her free hand snaked up his chest and around his neck, threading through his hair as the kiss ended, and their foreheads touched. “How about some dinner, Jessie?” “Yes, please.”

[luckthebard]

princessamericachavez replied to your post: Something I’ve been pondering: Does the Mighty...

i’d say it’s less of a moral compass and more of a ‘moral steering wheel’ and they take turns driving it. Like, because so many of them are either neutral or chaotic, it could all go wrong, but there always seems to be one of them that points out the moral side of their choices, it just variates depending on the situation. Which is cool. Instead of one VERY GOOD person, we get a bunch of nice medium ones trying their best

THIS IS SUCH A GREAT WAY OF THINKING ABOUT IT! I am probably going to steal the phrase “moral steering wheel,” that’s amazing. Thanks so much for this response, this is spot-on and definitely helps my vague musings click together better in my head.

[pikelansource]

princessamericachavez replied to your post “Related to the post about Pike taking pride and joy in the man she...”

Pike is just as chaotic as Scanlan is. She's just STEALTH chaotic. She seems all bice and lawful and profits of it for her shenanigans.

absolutely true and you should say it!

one time a ways back there was this post i really liked where someone described the tol and smols trio as a continually shifting relationship between neutral good, chaotic good, and chaotic neutral. 

and i always appreciate it when it’s pointed out that pike and scan have a lot of similarities when it comes to their more impish impulses.