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I almost forgot the delightful fact that the story Molly told Beau right before he died was about convincing some random town that he was a king. A king, not a god, which is the way she told it to the rest of the M9 and Essek in last week’s episode.

Now, that’s probably because Marisha, like most of us, does not have perfect recall, but I find it hilarious that it’s exactly the kind of escalation–the kind of rumors-building-into-tall-tales-which-build-into-legends–that Molly would have adored. He tells a story about a town that thinks he’s a king. Beau tells a story about a town that thinks he’s a god. Maybe the next person who tells the story claims that he really was a god, wandering the earth and dispensing his wisdom before the earth took him back.

Stories upon stories, lies upon lies, all of them designed to harmlessly impress and delight an audience. That just has Mollymauk Tealeaf written all over it.

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No friend of the Empire 🔥

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that last episode was harrowing but tm9s reaction to trent showing up was so good. protect the wizard please

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cr2 ep88, roughly every nine minutes

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Jester: One issue with being a... let’s say extremely popular hero, is that now, sometimes parts of my life just become trademarks, and I don’t necessarily need or want or desire that. Like, you talk about bees. And then, ev– you– to everybody you become Bee Girl. And really, that’s my life I’m living?

Fjord: Mmm.

Jester: I’m living the bee life. Like. Day to day. And it’s not necessarily something that I want to define me as a person

Fjord: Sure.

Jester: I don’t need an additional trademark on those lines.

Fjord: Jess! Please join me in my sword vore corner, and we can hang out here and have a little party, together!

Jester: [laughs] I just didn’t mean for that to be my brand, I guess, is what I’m worried about–

Fjord: Well we don’t get to make this call, my friend. You talk about bees, or sword swallowing, or cough up seawater once and it gets talked about, and then that’s who you are to folks. But I’ve got fucking layers man. I’ve always got fucking mints on me. But nobody calls me the mint boy, nobody ever asks me for mints, they always wanna talk to me... about orbs or vore.

Jester: We never talk about the part of the sword story where right after, Fjord’s like “Uh, anybody got a mint? Just kidding, I always have mints.”

Fjord: I always have them.

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I bet the reason Caduceus hasn't done a scry on any of his family or a message is because he is terrified that he wont get an answer or he wont actually see anything. He's like a little kid hiding under his blanket from the monster in the closet. As long as he keeps his blanket over his head and doesn't look and pretends this isn't happening then he can act like everything is fine. Things are only bad if you look at them and acknowledge that they're bad and as long as he doesn't do that, he can act like he's totally confident that everything is perfectly fine.

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Heaven Will Be Nein [Jester/Yasha/Beau]

Whipped these up after @greneknyght mentioned beayashter with ship-selves, and I had an unstoppable urge to try and write something in the style of the game for my gals. Said post also originated the more campaign-aligned ship names. Got a few more ideas abt a HWBM AU for the Mighty Nein, so I may write up some other things for it at some point!

Pilot Name: Jester Lavorre Darling Pilot of: Creation Sun Type ♆ Star-Sapphire

    The Star-Sapphire is, by nature, an impossible ship. It is impossible in the way that it was designed to make the impossible become possible, an action that is impossible because to make something impossible happen means it was never impossible, but rather, only improbable. Still, even if the Star-Sapphire is only technically improbable, she feels absolutely unworldly in her presence. She’s huge, physically, but not as huge as Jester feels like from within. Carefully crafted in the depths of Poseidon's, which will never be Neptune’s, water and ammonia fogs, it’s amazing how she shines for something so obscured. She’s untouchable, or perhaps more accurately, she’s incomprehensible. She dazzles like her name-sake, even when only that long, twirling tail and those playfully curved horns are the most striking thing to be made out. She was modeled after a black hole, after all, but when she supernovaed, she gave birth to a star instead, the centerpiece of her own solar system.

     The Star-Sapphire’s a dazzling, shining star, improbable by design, and with that improbability, she’ll hold all her planets, all Jester’s friends close, and build a future for them, if she has to hold it up herself. 

Pilot Name: Yasha Nydoorin Wanted for Hijacking: Stage 2 Prototype ♃ The Orphanmaker

     The Orphanmaker was much more scarily named than other ship-selves, but she really wasn’t built to do any actual killing. Regardless though, that does not change the fact that she is terrifying, both because constructing her entirely out of the limited resources that Celestial Mechanics had access to after cutting off Earth had given her a much more intimidating appearance than others, but also in what she can actually do. She was built to orphan a section of humanity off from humanity itself, no small feat, and everyone’s too afraid of her to actually want to know how she’ll do it. Well, they do want to know what she does, like a horror movie when you want to cover your eyes but you’re too mesmerized to look away. Forged in the storms of Zeus, she generates so much electricity, so much power, so much fear, in the depths of her chassis, so strong they flow out of her tidal waves. Yasha was never considered to fly her, and yet, she’s a perfect fit. Intent’s the most important part of piloting after all, and the Orphanmaker is glad to be at the beck-and-call of Yasha’s especially.

     The Orphanmaker is so intense, she could probably be seen from Earth. That is, if she wasn’t so good at slipping away. One moment she’s there, the next she isn’t, leaving a strong impression on her opponents in between, and a feeling of an unfairness lingering in those who’d prefer her to stay.

Pilot Name: Beauregard Lionett Reluctant Flyer in: Perfected Archetype ♁ Cobalt Soul

     The Cobalt Soul was much older than the spry, energetic body bouncing about inside her. She was an original, one of the first ship-selves to face the Existential Threat, before the scientists really knew what they were doing, and before space was divided into three. She wasn’t a proof of concept, Mare Crisium came about for that, but she was the first to be honed for anything. She was made for conversation, sure, as all ship-selves are, but she was perfected for combat. Her fingers dance with signals that could send most ships into stasis, and she knows just where to place them. She’s like childhood, in training, when fighting was the only chance we got to touch each other, to say all the things we couldn’t put into words. Like these bodies can contain enough of everything we want to let the other know. 

     The Cobalt Soul is entirely manual. Even if she theoretically be upgraded, she remains untouched by biofeedback interfacing that’s standard for any third-generation pilot. Beau’s an outlier in that fact, molded and raised by space, yet, either a genius or an idiot, in that she can’t seem to pilot any other way. 

Plus: Some alternate names for the ship-selves that fall more in line with the game’s original space naming conventions Star-Sapphire - Creation Sun-Type Le Verrier (A ring of Neptune) The Orphanmaker - Stage 2 Prototype Red Spot (Jupiter’s most prominent named feature) The Cobalt Soul - Perfected Archetype Mare Imbrium (One of the maria on the moon) 

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OP? Wonderful take

(👀👀👀 might write up my own ideas of their ship selves in a bit, cuz if anything is gonna be the first post on my crit role blog, it might as well be abt a gay visual novel crossover)

beauyashter with ship-selves. discuss.