#yashagard

[gnollregard]

Beau takes Yasha to a flower field because she knows how important they are to her. 💗

[electricnerd]

Matt: Let’s dive into tonight’s episode of Critical Role.

The Critters: (chanting in the distance) LESBIAN DATE NIGHT. LESBIAN DATE NIGHT. LESBIAN DATE NIGHT.

[oathofwhimsy]

short ficlet for beauyasha, "okay, so cradling me was five gold... how much will this cost me?"

Yasha doesn’t answer. Her brows are furrowed in concentration and Beau can see the sweat gleaming on her forehead. Yasha holds Beau in one arm as if she weighs nothing and if there weren’t a total of three arrows sticking out of Beau’s body, she might actually swoon about that.

She’s been swooning for way too long. Swooning is really not her style.

But Yasha seems to wring it out of her--without even trying that is. All she needs to do is almost smile or crack a terrible joke or pet Frumpkin so very carefully and Beau is all but gone.

She’s never felt like this before.

It’s at the same time invigorating and terrifying.

“Be quiet”, Yasha says without reacting to Beau’s weak attempt at jokes and flirting.

Beau in one arm and her big sword in the other, Yasha maneuvers them around a corner. The black nothingness in the corners of Beau’s eyes seems to creep closer and Beau can feel her body grow cold.

She shivers.

Fucking caves with fucking Gnolls and giant spiders and huge ass rats and--

“You cold?”, Yasha whispers. She takes another few steps forward into the mine shaft.

“Nah. ‘S all good”, Beau lies. Her voice sounds slurred and uneven. She hates feeling so vulnerable and weak. Admitting that she’s in severe pain and that she’s afraid of fainting and not waking up is not an option. Caleb has tried to teach Beau that it’s okay to show weakness.

But Beau is surprisingly resistant to those lessons.

Yasha takes one look at her and Beau can feel her muscular arm tighten around Beau’s shivering body momentarily. Then, carefully and oh so gentle, Yasha lowers Beau’s body and takes off her shrug before putting it around Beau’s shoulders.

“Thought you didn’t take off your shrug”, Beau croaks. Her heart is beating so fast, Beau is afraid that might make the situation worse. Fucking crushes.

Maybe her feelings for Yasha will kill her.

Yasha wraps her arm around Beau again and grips her sword tighter.

“I didn’t know you back then”, Yasha says quietly and keeps moving forward. Beau feels so useless and the pain is pressing against her insides, into her brain and makes it hard to think. She swallows heavily, a metallic taste in her mouth.

“Now you do?”, she whispers. Her voice breaks at the end. She won’t make it. She knows it.

“Well... yes. Yes. Now I do.”

“And... does that mean... I don’t have to pay for you holding me?”

“I guess that’s what it means, yes.”

“’m glad”, Beau slurs. “It’s nice. Knowing you.”

Yasha’s arm around her tightens again, so much that it’s almost painful.

“Hey, stay with me okay?”, Yasha says and there’s a tremble in her voice that makes Beau feel even more light headed.

She should’ve told Yasha about her feelings. Now she’ll die and Yasha won’t know and it all sucks so much that Beau feels actual fucking tears prickle at the corners of her eyes. Her breathing sounds like a rattling snake living in her lungs.

“’m trying”, she croaks. Then she closes her eyes because the pain gets too much. She can hear Yasha’s intake of breath as Beau’s body goes limp in her grasp.

“No. Nonono, Beau, come on. Come on!”

Beau can still hear Yasha but there is no way she can respond or open her eyes. Everything is heavy and cold and dark and Beau hates feeling afraid.

“Come on, I--please don’t leave me. I--I’ll take off my shrug for you anytime, okay? And... and I--the next show we’ll go see, I’ll hold you through it if you want. But. Don’t die. Don’t--”

Beau feels her consciousness fading. She tries really hard to hold on, especially when she feels Yasha’s body shaking with tears and anger.

Fuck. Fuck.

“Please don’t leave me”, Yasha whispers.

Beau wants to say “I won’t”. She wants to say “Don’t worry, there’s no getting rid of me”. But there’s no way her body will let her speak and the last thing Beau hears is the clattering of a great sword to the ground and Yasha screaming for help without any regard of possible danger close by.

Then there’s only darkness.

[dragonageruinedmylife]

To my fellow Beauyashas that might be feeling down right now, I’d like to give a reminder that you never know how the narrative will shift in Critical Role!. And the reveal of Beau’s crush doesn’t suddenly invalidate the moments Beau and Yasha have had. 

It can be frustrating because they haven’t gotten to interact as much as any other ships with Ashley gone, but we’ll be getting her back any week! Several characters across campaigns have had crushes on their party members and NPCs, some flourished while others faded. 

The fact is we don’t know what’s endgame and what isn’t, nothing is locked in place and honestly, even if it was? It’s still perfectly okay to ship what you want to ship. So keep enjoying the sentinel babes and keep looking forward to their interactions, you’re valid! 

[phillagraves]

When you realize that Beau’s new gloves essentially make her the lightning to Yasha’s thunder

[midground]

Hey uhhhhhhhhhh.... So I just realized that Beau getting lightning gloves means lightning is going to become part of her Aesthetic™. Beau's thematic element becoming lightning ups the GOD DAMN ANTE ON HER SHIPPING POTENTIAL WITH YASHA

[metamagic-adept]

to the lovely Yasha cosplayer who asked if she could pick me up; yes, thank you, literally any time

[fuocogo]

first meeting at another time and place