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It’s like this:
In times of crisis, Beau can do the thing. Draw herself together, pulls up the right words, negotiate. And it's fine. It works. Always does, in the moment.
It's after that's the problem.
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A stomach bug makes its way round the archives.
Martin reacts in typical Martin fashion - with tea, worry, and absolutely nothing else, thank you very much.
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the thing about gardens by fadewords for autistic_beshelar
Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)
18 Mar 2021
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The thing about gardens, Caduceus thinks as he kneels in the grass before a pink flower, fingers dug in the soil around it, breaking it apart gently.
The thing, he thinks, digging deeper, reaching beyond the roots, scooping around them.
The thing is that they grow.
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Abruptly, Sasha stops. Sighs. “Tim,” she says, sounding—annoyed?
Martin tenses, wonders what Tim’s done now. He’s never heard Sasha properly irritated, not really. Fond complaints are about the extent of it. This is new, concerning. (Whatever Tim’s done, Martin needs to know so he can be sure he doesn’t do it himself.)
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Martin stares at the cover of a leather-bound journal and thinks of a little green bus stop bench.
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a little breeze tossing a leaf in a circle by fadewords
Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)
22 Feb 2020
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Caduceus scratches his leg. The itch fades for a moment, sated...and then returns. He scratches his leg again.
The grass here is—well, it’s nice, it smells great, and it’s much more familiar than the streets around here, dull and dusty, not so much as a tangleweed peeking up through the hard-packed earth...but it’s also not like the grass back home. It’s dryer. More brittle.
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For all of Jon’s life, his hands have been goddamn annoying.
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- Part 2 of shitty hands club
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For most of Martin's life, his hands have been...well, kind of stubborn.
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- Part 1 of shitty hands club
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“Just to be clear,” Jon says, catching Georgie’s eye and resisting the urge to do anything stupid like look away or wring his hands or tug on his shirt collar, “this isn’t a date, is it?”
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Jon is ill and can't stop Knowing things. Daisy helps.
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Nott has a husband. Caleb adjusts.
(or: arosads, n. the particular emotion often experienced by an aromantic person when they perceive increasing emotional distance in one or more of their friendships, often but not always shortly after a close friend enters, reestablishes, or deepens a romantic relationship; characterized primarily by feelings which often include but are not limited to melancholy, jealousy, guilt, and resignation. see: platonic pining.)
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five times there was a reason caleb went nonverbal, and one time there wasn't.
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Nott's had a terrible day and wants to hole up somewhere quiet until it's over. Her family has other ideas.
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There is the question, now—do they track the thieves down on their own, or wait to meet up with the others?
“We should at least wait and ask Jester tonight.”
Beau makes a face. “Or,” she says, “we could also not do that.”
“But—”
“Sitting round waiting for a message isn’t gonna get us anywhere.”
“No, but—”
“And doing a little preliminary research isn’t gonna hurt. So like. We might as well.”
“...Ja, okay.”(or: caleb and beau on a solo mission. a simple job, a couple complications, a bit of good-natured bickering, and a whole lot of awkward caring.)
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For as long as Nott can remember, she’s had bad hands.
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Caleb sits cross-legged with a book in his lap, reading half by magic-light and half by memory, mouthing some of the lines as he goes. He turns the page, a delightfully polysyllabic word on his tongue, soft, half-vowels, and blinks down at a bowl of stew.
(or: nott slips food in caleb's pockets. she is not the first, and neither is he.)
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nott has a nightmare. enter jester.
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Nott smothered a yawn behind her free hand, the other still loosely tangled in Frumpkin’s fur.
Several things clicked. The berries. The bacon. The staring, the dropped twigs, the quiet.
Nott wasn’t upset. She was tired.
Stupid that it had taken him so long to notice. (Some friend.)(or: Nott falls ill, and Caleb is useless.)
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magnus "protector" burnsides gets sick--but it's, like, no big deal. carry on. nothing to see here.
(or: magnus catches a bug and, out of an overblown sense of duty and a crawling discomfort with attention, downplays it until he can't downplay it anymore.)
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taako curses every inch of the stupid moonbase, and its stupid moon-germs.