[ID: A Digital Illustration Of Will And Orym From Critical Role. They're Sat Under A Tree Together And

he's kinda one of my best friends

[ID: A digital illustration of Dorian Storm from Critical Role. He is standing with his arms slightly out to either side of him, looking to the right with a slightly surprised expression. There is a blue flower in his hair. Behind him is a pale yellow background with a pattern like the one on the bottom of his jacket. End description.]

Still missing the blue boy :(

some of you might remember that in my 2023 art summary the september piece was pixeled out due to being part of an unfinished project. this is the painting in question!

it's one third of a series of Essek portraits, inspired by a conversation with @saturdaysky about the universe needing more Esseks wearing fun colors. black & purple is a timeless classic, but i like to think that Hot Boi can and does rock colors outside of what would be considered nude tones for him 🤭

hence,

part 1: peach! 🍑

one of my favorite colors, and one that was a fun challenge to make work with Essek's lavender skin tone. as i was drawing i was thinking of Essek bringing a basket full of fresh peaches from his travels to his partner, and the kitties being the first to greet him as he arrived home 💜

tip jar!

realized i almost never draw caleb without his signature scruff, decided to quickly remedy that just for variety's sake

+ not very serious bonus essek 'i haven't trusted anyone ever' thelyss looking at that irresistible face (after a persuasion roll so middling and sad it made everyone in exandria cringe) and deciding to reveal his super duper secret magics to a person he's just met

[ID: A digital illustration of Fearne Calloway from Critical Role. She is posing with her left arm upwards next to her face, folded at the elbow so only the upper half of her arm is visible. Her right hand is posed below her chin, and she has a sultry expression on her face. The fabric of her orange dress drapes around her and behind her is a forest background. End description.]

Her 💚

imagine you are the director of the magic cia and you betrayed your home country because they denied your grad thesis and you thought everything was chill but then a group of people in bdsm gear burst into the room holding the god that you stole and you now have to babysit them and watch while they ruin the house your family gave them and you are also in a honeypot4honeypot situationship with their resident ginger and you teach him forbidden magics because he has nice eyes and you keep having to ferry them to fight dragons or some shit and they keep fucking inviting you to dinner so you go to dinner and they trap you, the traitor they’re looking for, in a truth spell and instead of asking any damning question they want to know which of them you find the hottest and what your moms name is and then they disappear for like two months and then you’re in disguise at the negotiation which undermines your past decades work and they fucking show up and they find out about your crimes so they paralyze you and drag you to their ship and instead of killing you the ginger kisses you on the forehead and they tell you that you’re family now and then they disappear for a long fucking time so you leave and go chill in the north and then they show up chased by a purple man with horns and a dead member of the fucking cerberus assembly and then they fucking dip and when you come back they take you to a flesh city to fight the purple man but they get really sad when they murder him so they revive him? and also you find evidence that the god that you stole is not a god and is some kind of hyper advanced magic computer maybe and then you just sort of fucking go home? and chill in a garden? every day essek thelyss wakes up.

Just wanted to try drawing some of the Bells hells in my style as I’m finally. Finally catching up

[ID: A digital illustration of Orym and Ashton Greymoore from Critical Role. They're on the deck of the Silver Sun sky ship at night, Orym sat on the railing with his legs dangling off the side and Ashton leaning on the railing beside Orym. Orym's left hand is on Ashton's arm and he holds his sending stone in his right hand. Orym has remaining damage from his fight with Chetney on his armor and freshly healed wounds on his face. Orym and Ashton are looking at each other, Orym's expression somewhat sad and Ashton's reassuring. End description.]

"That would make me really stressed, to be the good one"

now that one of the conversations i invented 50 versions of has actually happened...if i think hard enough about it they will kiss. autism powers.