in no particular order and for no particular reason: best examples of fjord and veth fucking with one another
the whole saga of captain button beard, which veth fully realized was him being patronizing and sarcastically played along with, and then repeated and threw back at him in the tunnels to xhorhas, to which fjord not only played along but outright echoed her “this fucker!” line when he did.
the first use of veth’s disguise self being to turn herself into a mini version of fjord, arguably setting off their rivalry forever
the first use of disguise self after fjord regains his powers being to turn himself into a huge version of nott
fjord letting her cross a dangerous river and only then parting the waters, rendering the effort pointless, after assuring her he would do no such thing. (bonus: caleb, ever biased, using her rope anyway).
that time fjord woke her up by gently picking up her while she slept and then fucking dropping her
i will throw you in the lava… you couldn’t
when fjord got swallowed by that worm thing and veth tried to pull him out, failed her strength check, he made fun of her, and she decided to push him back in instead
[Image description: a digital drawing of Veth Brenatto and Caleb wWdogast from Critical Role. Veth is a fat brown skinned halfling in a pink winter coat, fuzzy earmuffs, a headband with little deer antlers and delicate aquamarine tattoes around her eyes. Caleb is a lanky white man with long auburn hair and a short beard wearing a simonle brown coat with a long blue scarf. Veth is levitating above Caleb making a kissy face. Caleb has eyes closed with his hands on her hips, standing up on his tip toes trying to kiss her, but can’t quite reach, to Veth’s obvious amusement. End description.]
I missed widobrave week because [sounds of rona related anguish] so here’s a lil almost kiss to almost make up for it.
[Image description: a digital drawing of Veth Brenatto, a chubby halfling woman with brown skin and aquamarine facial tattoos, wearing a pink loilita style winter coat with white fur trim. Her hair is up in a bun with a tie that matches her coat. She also has fluffy earmuffs that resemble a deer’s tail with small, decorative faun antlers attached. End description.] God, she’s gonna do so much murder in this outfit, we love to see it
[Image description: A black and white comic titledAdventures in Re-Veth-ification: It’s Been A While. Luc Brenatto, a white passing 20 year old halfling with a curly dark ponytail and short beard, a loose fitting shirt, and a button earing, is sitting in the kitchen of the Xhorhaus with Beau Lionet, a scarred asian woman with short hair who still looks in her twenties despite being much older.
In the background Fjord, an older half-orc with graying hair and beard, both loosely tied into tails, is pouring himself a cup of tea while Caduceus Clay, a firbold with a long mohawk piled into an updo, chops vegetables at a counter.
“…And that’s when she shot me in the ass,” says Beau, smirking.
“Holy shit,” Luc replies. “That’s pretty crazy.”
“Heh, c'mon kid, you know your mom.” Beau says. She makes a dismissive gesture, “Though she was still a goblin at that point. She calmed down a bit after she changed back”
Luc stares at Beau, confused. “When she… sorry what?”
“When Caleb turned her back into a halfling?” She says. She smiles a little awkwardly. In the background, Caduceus stops chopping to look at them, concerned. “… After we lifted the curse?” Beau continues.
Luc just looks baffled, bordering on alarmed, “Lifted the- Mom got cursed!? When the fuck did that happen?” He says
Beau, Fjord, and Caduceus all freeze, looking at Luc with pained and awkward expressions as he waits for them to answer his question.
Fjord breaks the silence first. “Well, this will be terrible,” he deadpans “I’ll get Veth.”
“I’ll make more tea,” says Caduceus.
“I’ll be real with you-” says Beau, putting her hand on Luc’s shoulder. “This conversation is gonna suck balls.”
A short jump in time later, Luc is sitting with his head in his hands, yelling a long drawn out “Aaah” while his mother Veth, a chubby halfling woman with partially braided hair and facial tattoos, tries to comfort him.
“… you were just so young, Luc, and it was confusing enough with me just showing up again and I was so worried I would scare you- I was scary! And you were so young-” she rambles. Fjord and Beau are beside them, with Beau leaning on the back of Luc’s chair and Fjord gesturing emphatically by Veth.
“I mean, you knew she didn’t come home right away, what did you think she was doing when she was Nott? Why’d you think we calledher that?” Fjord says.
Luc slams his hands down on the table. “I wasfive I thought fuck all!” he shouts. “ And even if I had thought about it I wouldn’t have gotten to ‘goblin curse’ from 'Nott the Brave’ because that’s fucking insane! That’s like expecting me to get to 'Ex-Wizard Assassin’ from 'Caleb’!”
“Wait, you know about the wizard assassins?” says Veth. Beau looks at him from over the back of the chair.
“Damn, how’d you get to wizard assassins before goblin curses?” She says.
“I don’t fucking know, Beau!” Luc yells. Caduceus takes Veth’s empty tea cup without comment.
Veth puts her arm around her son. “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry,” she says. “If it means anything, it’s not just you I kept it from- It took months to tell the Nein. Hell, I didn’t tell you’re father everything until…” She trails off, a look of realization creeping over her face. “Until, uh….”
Veth suddenly hops down from the table and rushes off, speaking so fast her words slur together “Fuck, okay, hang on a second i'm gonna go get him-”
Many cups of tea later, Yeza, a halfling man who looks like an older version of Luc with no beard and large glasses, and the rest of the Mighty Nein have joined the others in the kitchen. The Brenattos are all at the table- Yeza and Luc are staring off into space, while Veth has both hands on the table ans is looking to the two of them with a slightly manic expression. Beau is still leaning against Luc’s chair, now with a cup of tea in hand. Fjord is sitting with Jester, a middle aged tiefling with short dark hair and one broken horn, on the counter eating sandwiches.
Yasha, a middle aged aasimar with white hair braided with flowers and an eyepatch, sits on the far end of the counter, straining to see over the people closer to the table, namely Caduceus, who is pouring more tea to add to the plethora of mugs now littering the table, and Caleb, a middle aged human with glasses and long hair in a side ponytail, who is standing behind Veth with his hands on her shoulders.
“And that’s everything!” Veth shouts, far to excitedly. “All on the same page! Everyone good?”
The rest of her family look profoundly nonplussed.
Luc leans back in his chair. “Ah,” he says.
End description.]
Being in your twenties is just like *accidentally unearths repressed family trauma in a casual conversation* *accidentally unearths repressed family trauma in a casual conversation* *accidentally unearths repressed family trauma in a casual conversa-*
[image description: a digital drawing of the Nighty Nein, Vilya, and Vacodo from Critical Role, draw in a very cartoon style. Caleb, a thin white man with long ginger hair in a ponytail and a long purple coat, is playing a crane arcade game titled “Widogasts Kitty Claw”. He’s staring intensely at the prize in the claw- Two little dolls of Caduceus, a grey skinned firbolg with a pink mohawk, and Beau, a dark skinned asian monk in a long blue pirate coat. The claw game’s other prizes are all torch bloom flowers.
The rest of the Mighty Nein, Vilya, and Vacodo are huddled around Caleb, anxiously watching his progress. Veth, a dark skinned halfling woman with aquamarine facial tattoos, is pressed against Caleb’s side, yelling suggestions. Fjord, a half orc with graying hair and two-toned green skin, is behind her, gesturing as if he’s trying to calm her down but clearly looking panicked himself. Vilya, an older, tanned druid with bushy orange hair, is behind Fjord, looking at the proceedings quizzically. Jester, a blue tiefling woman, and Yasha, a pale aasimar with dark hair and heavy dark eye makeup, peak over Caleb’s shoulder with deeply worried expressions.
Vacodo, a large Morkoth with black volcanic skin cracked with red lines, is in the very back, glaring at them all angrily, the red glow from inside his mouth illuminating them from behind. Treasure spills down his face from his back as he waves his tentacles around ineffectively. End description.]
[image description: a drawing of Veth Brenatto and Caleb widogast from Critical Role. Caleb is a thin white man with long ginger hair in a ponytail wearing a gray shirt and a purple scarf. Veth is a chubby halfling woman with brown skin, aquamarine facial tattoos, and long braids wearing a yellow dress and a fur lined vest. Caleb is sitting at a desk, working on transferring some spells and leaning backwards so Veth, who is levitating from behind the chair so she’s at roughly head height to him, kisses him on the cheek. She has one arm around his shoulder and the other hand squeezes his bicep. End description.]
I fell out of the widobrave discord during the hiatus and tbh I missed it a lot
[Image description: a drawing of Veth the Brave from Critical Role. Veth is a fat brow skinned halfling woman with dark braids and aquamarine tattoos around her eyes. She also has a bright red eye in the enter of her forehead. She is looking up at someone and saying “Why are you looking at me?” End description.]
