#jessties

[danikatze]

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As promised coloured versions of the Empire Sibs and Jesties drawings I posted last month :))

[shikisai-san]

Been thinking about the Jessties' friendship a lot recently

[critrolesideblog]

has this been done yet?

[spottedenchants]

thinking about how jester tardised her and fjord's little studio with her magic paints

[ariadne-mouse]

5 min prompt, a poorly timed polymorph?

Poorly timed or brilliantly timed? You decide

[widogastc]

[unlettered-heathen]

My dash also apparently loves the Jessties <3

Jester "it's okay if you're evil, as long as you're not evil to me" Lavorre, everyone

[rainbowcaleb]

Snail Sneeze

516 words of Jesties friendship. Read/kudos/comment on ao3.

“Wrigglely piggley higglely doo.”

“Jester, I really don’t see how–hck.”

“You have to repeat after me!” The voice comes from the direction of Essek’s stomach, blue hair and belled horns laying on his middle. Her voice carries a smile and barely suppressed giggles even if Essek cannot see them at this flat angle.

“Is this a children’s rhyme? hck.” 

“Does it matter, Essie? Don’t you trust me?” Her head rolls slightly to look his way. The sensation of her weight and closeness is odd, not uncomfortable or unwanted, but just... unusual. 

“Of course I do.” As if there is any other answer. “It’s just that hck a dozen other methods have already proven to hck be insufficient against these stubborn hiccups.”

“You could just keep them.” Jester laughs. “They’re the cutest I’ve ever heard, like a little snail sneeze.”

“Have you heard a snail snee-hck?” Light be damned, this is annoying.

Jester’s head bounces with his hiccups and in turn she erupts in giggles each time. “This is like a waterbed that fights back. Now Essek, come on and be serious!”

“I’m always–hck, ah.”

“Repeat after me. Wrigglely piggley–”

“Wrigglely piggley higglely doo.” Essek manages between gulps of hiccuped breath. 

“Rolly pollies would rather roll than run.” Jester’s voice is singsong, every word clear with familiarity. Essek wonders if her mother taught her this remedy.

“I–, hck, rolly pollies would rather roll than run.” His tongue feels heavy with the concentration it takes to enunciate the twisty words. 

“Little Jester just lovingly jumps leaps in jungle lands.” She reaches up to pat Essek’s chest with each syllable, his own little drum beat. 

Essek can feel his teeth practically clack in his mouth but he forces out the phrase. He squeezes his eyes shut in concentration.

“Caleb’s asset of ass is an astounding achievement.” 

“Caleb’s ass– Jester!” Essek sits up on his elbows just enough to look at her. She is covering her mouth but the laughs still erupt from around her fingers. He plops back down again, staring at the painted ceiling and feeling something he doesn’t know how to name even if looking right at it.

They lay there in near silence for a few minutes, the rise and fall of Essek’s now slowed breathing a gentle wave for Jester’s head to rest. Her soft humming is another layer of warm buzz against Essek’s skin. The quiet feels like a blanket and he welcomes it.

After a moment, he realizes.

“Ah, it worked. I have stopped.”

“Of course it did!” She pumps her arms up and down in celebration but doesn’t roll off him. “This is mama’s patented hiccup solution, it always works.” 

Essek feels that warm space he can’t identify bloom again in his chest. “Thank you Jester, for sharing that with me.”

She pats his stomach again in answer and continues to hum a little song to herself, the phrasing interrupted here and there as she points out the shapes of brushstroke clouds on the ceiling and not so subtly asks Essek if he sees the dicks hidden there too. 

[maluspumilaa]

i listened to matryoshka for the first time in a hot while and the jessties brainrot has been going hard

[danikatze]

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I got a request for Essek or Jester (and then tumblr ate the ask when I tried to save it to my drafts so I'm posting it like this..) and I drew them both <33 Essek has finally brought Jester the yummy she asked for.

[flashhwing]

welcome back to WIP Wednesday!

new Fortune's Favor (Fortune's Fools) chapter this Friday, so here's a preview:

"Ven, aren't you coming?" Jester was looking back at him — the whole group were, but Jester was closest, as if her call had alerted the others to the fact that Essek wasn't following.

So much for sneaking away quietly.

"Ah … no," he said, bowing is head. "I'm afraid this is where we part ways. I did say —"

"Okay, but don't you wanna go to the magic shop?" Jester held out her hands imploringly. "You can probably get a new spellbook and stuff! Come on, it'll be so fun!"

"Jester, if he doesn't wanna come, we can't make him," Beau said in a low voice, suddenly by Jester's side. A little louder, she added, "But I still wanna know what your business is," with an odd finger motion on the word "business." Essek thought Veth once described it as air quotes.

Beau's suspicion was as familiar and comforting as Jester's earnestness.

He would miss them. Already did.

"All goes well, you never will," Essek replied with a wry smile. "Anyway, I should take my leave now."

“If you’re sure.” Jester pouted for a moment, then ran to Essek and threw her arms around him. 

The sensation was far too familiar. A rush of memories washed over him, from the gifted house in Rosohna, from the Vurmas Outpost, from the wastes of Eiselcross. From those final, horrifying moments in Cognouza. 

Tentatively, Essek raised his own arms to reciprocate the hug. This was exactly what he’d hoped to avoid. Good-byes were not his strong suit, and the urge to bury his face in her shoulder was far too strong. 

"You should totally come find us when your super secret shady business deal is done," Jester said, still hugging him.

"I make no promises." Reluctantly, oh so reluctantly, Essek stepped back and let her go. He took in the sight of the Nein, those blank pages upon which the story of his friends, his salvation would be written.

[critrolesideblog]

A little scene inspired by this lovely drawing by @kurosmind

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The Nein Heroez set sail from Nicodranas at sunset. Essek stood on the deck of the ship, watching the city grow smaller and the first stars of the evening spark into being in the dusky sky, when -- "oof!" -- a pair of strong, blue arms wrapped themselves around his middle.

"Wow, you're super light!" Jester declared gleefully as she stretched upward to hoist him into the air. He dropped his hover charm. With a squeal and a laugh, she swayed a moment under the sudden weight before finding her balance, and he could not help but laugh with her.

She set his feet on the deck, but did not release him from her grasp. She rested her chin on his shoulder, squeezing him tightly. Joy lingered on both their faces. "I'm glad you're here with us."

"As am I." He peered at her sidelong. "I am looking forward to seeing what sort of trouble you'll get me into this time."

"Oh, so much," she replied, grinning at him mischievously. Her tail wrapped around them, first one way and then the other, like a child playing hide and seek. Then, her smile softened, and she turned her head, resting her cheekbone on his shoulder. "But, you know, we'll get you out of it again. Don't worry."

"I have no doubt, Jester." And as the lights of Nicodranas twinkled like stars in the distance, he found that it was true. The warm ocean wind carded her fingers through their hair, and love, joy, and, perhaps, a little bit of chaos bloomed in Essek's heart, tenacious, vining things, squeezing him tight as Jester's arms around him. He leaned back against her. "I have no doubt."

[spottedenchants]

Relationships: Jester Lavorre & Essek Thelyss, Fjord/Jester Lavorre

Characters: Jester Lavorre, Fjord (Critical Role), Kingsley Tealeaf, Caleb Widogast

Additional Tags: POV Jester Lavorre, Polymorph Spell (Dungeons & Dragons), Background Essek Thelyss, Essek Thelyss Needs a Hug, Cuddling & Snuggling, Nein Heroez II, Post-Campaign 2 (Critical Role), Minor Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast

Words: 5.1k

Summary:

Seriously though, Jester’s helped Essek with so much more than a few hugs—they’re the literal least she can do—so why isn’t he asking her for help now? He’s done it before! Something’s definitely, definitely not right.

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AKA something’s wrong with Essek and Jester is on the case! (with some help, of course)

Read on AO3

[saltytothecore]

Essek, standing next to Jester, at Fjord’s freshly dug grave.

[anxietiefling]

local dunamantic wizard prodigy having an existential crisis after trickery cleric dispels hemocraft branding sigil he previously failed on more at sunset