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Oh, well you know, I'm just a little blue tiefling, that's all. And I'm wearing, like, a pretty cute dress. That's all!
Indie, Very Selective, Private interpretation of Jester from Critical Role's second campaign written by Holly (she/they, 21+). Low activity. Sideblog to @leatherforhell.
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you get a strange feeling when youāre about to leave a place. like youāll not only miss the people you love but that youāll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because youāll never be this way again.
private and selective multimuse. sideblog to @leatherforhell.
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āShe doesnāt feel the same way. She canāt. I mean, sheās so amazing, and Iām justā¦ me.ā yasha talking about beau perhaps!
"Really?" She could be very gentle and sweet about this, but really, this is just mystifying. "You think-- you-- Beau, you mean Beau, right?" The things Jester is doing with her eyebrows right now could be written about in books: 101 Ways to Contort Your Facial Features by Jester Lavorre.
"Yasha." She makes a sort of amused half-scoff, half-snort. "Yasha, please. She thinks you're, like, the hottest. 'Cause you are, obviously, I mean, you're great. But Beau is like. She's so into you, Yasha."
"deep down we both knew that someday, somehow, something truly terrible was going to happen." caleb!
Maybe she should be sad. Maybe this ache in her chest should be softer. Maybe the kinder thing, the right thing, would be to reassure him. Jester doesn't want to reassure him. She's angry.
"I didn't know that, Caleb!" Despite her rage, perhaps because of it, she's still crying. "I thought we were friends! I didn't think you'd give up if you--" She breaks off with a sob. Perhaps she's still soft after all. All the heat drains out of her like sand from an hourglass.
"I know you think you're a bad person, but we don't see it that way, you know?" Jester sniffles. "You don't have to leave."
Perhaps he should be thanking the Mighty Nein in this moment. Another joke that pops into his head as he draws the runes for teleportation from memory. There are few things that Essek has dedicated to memory -- while impressive, it's not nearly as concrete as Caleb's -- and, thanks to the group of adventurers, this spell is now one of them. And thank goodness for that. His mind is so fuzzy with nerves that he probably wouldn't have been able to read even his own tiny handwriting.
But maybe he should be thanking them for much more than that. Progress is not easily recorded, Essek has woefully discovered in his new life of hiding. He can not easily give himself to fix things, as the Mighty Nein once did with the Bright Queen, and then again in Cognoza. But he can come to his friends' aid when they need it. That, surprisingly, is something he does easily now.
Essek stands as he finishes the teleportation circle. He turns to Jester as magic lights up every marking on the floor, slowly at first and then quickly. Frantically he grabs her as the spell manifests -- and holds tight as he thinks of the safest place for them both in this moment: Caleb's home in Rexxentrum.
Jester is accustomed enough to teleportation magic not to hesitate when the circle lights up. She would have rushed forward without assistance, but Essek helps her anyway. Something warm flutters in her chest as he grabs her, making sure there is no doubt that she will make it across with him. It feels a lot like love.
Sheās still smiling when they arrive. Jester doesnāt pull away entirely at first, letting her arms stay around Essekās middle while she blinks the glow of magic from her eyes.
Even in her tired state, she gets a jolt of excitement from her surroundings. She tears away from Essek with an excited squeal and, with every bit of energy she can muster, dashes out into the rest of the house to look for her friend.
Itās empty, which is disappointingā he must be teaching, or out somewhere else. Jester wanders back to find Essek, still smiling. āDo you think Calebās out destroying, like, political structures and stuff?ā
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continued thing for @tcaleaf that tumblr wonāt let me link back to
Itās not a very convincing argument, but itās hard to be convincing when youāre drunk. One more reason not to be. Jester continues to haul her friend up the stairs, pausing only in the moments where they need to recatch their balance.
āI donāt really get it,ā She admits, finally. āLike, it doesnāt evenĀ tasteĀ good. And then you canāt walk!ā Her frustration is eased into amusement as she watches Mollyās boot catch on one of the steps. āDonāt lose your shoes, Molly, you need those.ā
okay, I tried out several new things on this test. some of them I really love (new foundation, the lips, the eyeshadow, the highlight) and some I hate (the setting powder, the blush, the freckles). I think it would be improved with some false eyelashes, too, but I didnāt want to waste a pair on testing.
for reference, this was my more ārealisticā take on the cosplay, in comparison to the more cartoony style above
okay, I tried out several new things on this test. some of them I really love (new foundation, the lips, the eyeshadow, the highlight) and some I hate (the setting powder, the blush, the freckles). I think it would be improved with some false eyelashes, too, but I didnāt want to waste a pair on testing.
my new blue face paints are here. you know what that means
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@arachstar i tried three times to get that deity post to work and I think itās bc Iām on mobile but it simply refuses. anyway Jester is a deity of creation and light, which I adore, but Iām slightly resentful that she is not a goddess of trickery
hi holly the thought just occurred to me but i think jester could totally carry hobie and i think thats really funny. and thats 25!
THIS IS THE GREATEST ASK I HAVE EVER GOTTEN IN MY LIFE.
IT HAS EVERYTHING!! EXCELLENT CROSSOVER. GOOFY CHARACTER HEADCANON. UPHOLDING THE META OF THE ASK HEADLINE. THIS IS AMAZING THANK U
hey dont cry okay? women with broad shoulders
ā but my whole body is a weapon. ā yasha!
"Oh, Yasha." Perhaps it's wrong to pity people, but this has always been Jester's nature. Her heart aches, reaches out at once with a cry that cannot be heard: I love you, I'm sorry, I don't want you to hurt, I love you, I love you, I love you.
But loving someone does not take their hurt away, and so Jester takes to clear the rot of her friend's thoughts with determination. "No, it's not. It's really not. Your body is whatever you want it to be, you know? It's yours. We're not going to let it not be yours anymore. Your body is for gardening, and cooking, and kissing Beau, and playing music. And it can be for protecting too, you know, there's nothing wrong with that! But it doesn't have to be that." Her hands come forward to take Yasha's, to emphasize her words. Believe me. Please.
The plan following this point is, fortunately, a simple one. Infiltrating this place had involved quite a bit of acting and sleight of hand. It reminded him of Fjord, but he was no natural actor like the half-orc. In some grim turn of luck, however, he knew that if he walked a certain way he could convince anyone that he was about to have a one-sided conversation that was not to be disturbed.
But, he doesn't think of what he's doing in the imagination of the guards outside. Instead, Essek sighs in relief as Jester stands -- and freezes as she wraps her arms around him in a hug. After a moment, his arms wrap tightly around her. She will be okay, because of him.
As she pulls away to smile, he's brought back into the moment. " Ah... " Golden gaze sweeps across the room, fully taking in everything in it. He doesn't look too long at the wall of weapons, and instead shifts to stand in front of it with a shake of his head.
" I think this is room enough, " Essek says. From within a pocket he produces a slim piece of chalk and begins drawing the teleportation circle which is oh-so-familiar to him at this point. " Hopefully this will be the last time I must cast this spell for you, " he says, a corner of his mouth lifting in a distracted smile.
There is no reason for Essek to stand in front of the tools on the wall, so far as she can tell, except to block her view. She lets it happen, but gives one last squeeze around his arms before she steps away. One last thank you.
Well, maybe not last. Jester has already decided that she needs to do something nice for her friend as a gratitude gift. Some plants native to Nicodranas, perhaps, or a painting of some kindā¦. The train of thought is interrupted by Essekās joke. Laughter comes, and she has to clap a hand over her mouth at the sound so it comes out more like a strangled, involuntary thing.
āIt probably wonāt,ā She admits, eyes sparkling. Jester turns to give him room to cast. The cell is hardly enough for the spell, let alone for her to stretch out and relax, so she leans against the wall. It would be nice to let her sore muscles rest a little, but she can handle ten minutes.
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šµ hand it overā¦
let me talk about our muses
jokeās on you Iāve already started making a whole playlist lmao but in the meantime
Temporary Love by Ben Platt
a song about acknowledging the trust that is given to you when someone decides to love you and let themselves be loved. Jester is very aware of Calebās faults, and has no intentions of letting them scare her away. she is also aware of how difficult it is for him to let himself be cared for, that he doesnāt think he deserves it. Jester here is emphasizing how much it doesnāt matterā Caleb is going to have her care whether he likes it or not. this love is not temporary; sheās here, holding on.
šµ / gimme MollyJes and BeauJes
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I Will Wait For You by Connie Francis
Jester knows that how impossible it is for Molly to come back; she chooses to hope for him anyway. And if he decides to walk away, when they come back? Then sheāll hope then, too. Sheāll wait for them.
Unwritten Letter No. 1 by Vienna Teng
tempted to just say āoh my god they were roommatesā but Jesterās love for Beau is so fucking deep it would be a disservice. She puts so much value on Beau, because Beau has always treated her as a peer: with respect and dignity, but also casually, with lightheartedness. Even when she hadnāt yet earned Beauās love, they were friends, companions. Their song and dance is so familiar to Jester now that she doesnāt even mind that it doesnāt go anywhere else.
