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i am at the point where if i dont finish now i'll newer finish so yeah the rest of the gaaaaaang

Oh shit oh shit OH SHIT

OH SHIT - C3E52 CONSPIRACY THEORY ALERT (SPOILERS AHOY)

YOU KNOW THE DRILL BY NOW

EVERYBODY ROCK YOUR BODY

LOREM IPSUM BLAH BLAH BLAH

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Remember back during Chetney’s trial with the Gorgynei, and Ashton managed to open up that wound in his chest, then Orym tried to reach him by showing him the carving of the wolf, and red smoke came out?

[C3E41] MATT: You see in the middle of the chest, around the sternum between the fur, a little bit of red smoke (puffs) begins to trickle out.

And afterward, the ‘corruption’ was purged from him?

[C3E41] MATT: You pull the dagger free, and you all watch as a splash of crimson comes emerging from it. But it just drifts there. It is a red, spectral mist that begins to drift and emanate out… As this light begins to swell and fill the space around you with a bright, blue, midnight light, the series of emotions fill your head once more, saying, “I eat of the scar of an unworthy predator, and leave my scar in its place. You are a hunter, and the wilds wait with you to be unleashed.” You watch, almost like drawing the venom from a wound, this red energy drifts out, and you watch as this cloud of red drifts there for a second, and for a moment, it almost resembles a familiar, ruddy moon before it dissipates.

And just as the Malleus Key was being activated…

[C3E51] MATT: In the invisible space where Imogen is standing, her outline begins to appear as red mist-like energy– Fearne, a faint bit of red mist begins to emanate from you.

So bear with me here…

If Chetney was able to keep his powers because of the Wildmother’s grace and Sahyaadon eating the ‘scar of an unworthy predator’…

DOES THIS MEAN IMOGEN AND FEARNE DON’T HAVE POWERS ANYMORE?!

(I take it back, Fearne might because of her fey nature, plus she took A level in rogue, but Imogen’s powers come from Ruidus… she doesn’t HAVE anything else!)

“I’d be up shit’s creek by myself. I was by myself. It’s not great.” – Orym + his groups

I have only drawn Taliesan’s characters apparently 

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“Kiss me like your obsidian dagger has bit through my breastbone and my blood is filling the altars rune grooves.”

Words from@hottestsingles on twitter! Thanks to art dad for retweeting those beautiful words. 

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I finished listening to season 2 of Critical Role (600+ hours after I decided to check it out, haha). Anyway I spent the entirety of the finale drawing this! The Mighty Nein was a fun crew. :)

Missing the twins hour

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You know what I love about the kiss? How fucking joyful it was. It was so light and so happy and so freeing.

The confession was so heavy and came at the last possible moment. Dorian was in his lower register, careful and eloquent. Orym had folded in on himself, shy and quiet. They have the weight of the world in their shoulders and they just needed a moment alone together. To say I love you. To let the other know. It all hinged on the moment before there was no going back.

But this. The kiss. It was after laughter and wedding planning and appreciating little things like lavender honey. Everyone was smiling. Everyone was feeling good. For whatever reason it didn't feel hopeless then. In that moment futures existed. Tomorrows existed. And Orym had one. Orym had a future and a tomorrow in Dorian.

Orym was so moved by all the happiness in the air that he confidently took Dorian by the hand to bring him out to the hall, told, then asked, him he was going to kiss him. All of Orym's fears melt away for ten whole seconds. Dorian stuttered and fumbled his words and kissed him back.

It was so cute. It was so joyous.

You know what it reminds me of? The stolen century. After Lup and Barry fall in love over years and years and they play this beautiful duet together. They lock eyes and smile at each other and steal away, running up the valley, away from it all. That moment of holding each other and just keep on not letting go.

The unrelenting giddiness of it all. The excitement. The glee. The promise of future. Wanting a future. Especially if it's together.

Predatho-baddie WIP

2 spots left! Which honorary straw hats should I draw? Let me know in the comments!