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那么春天至少不会再令我心惊肉跳
my mind to your mind,
your thoughts to my thoughts
We stan “old men serving cunt” around here 🫡
Mirror Spock
I'm trying out a style of Mirror Spock I want to draw. Longer mullet, more untamed. I'll prob add a scar or two later.
okay serious astarion drawings only from here on out!!! gotta work on my crispy angles
ref (LOL)
"Oh no, I'm gay."
Uhh, duh.
A doodle in between doodles.
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[Image ID: Kirk, Bones, and Spock in command quarters—and in that exact order, cuddled on one bed. Leonard is sandwiched between a sleeping Jim and Spock while he lies awake, with a dawning expression, that he is—in fact—gay. /End ID]
saw a pic on pinterest and redrew it with spock cuz hell yeah
The best time of year is seed starting time! Illustration of mine from a few years back.
i finished calamity a while back and i made this HSDJJFBF
I love that phenomenon where ur talking to another neurodivergent person for the first time and u haven’t quite grocked their flavor of brain yet and they haven’t grocked yours and you’re both using your Acceptable Friendly Person Getting To Know You Script on each other but of course those scripts have been calibrated mainly for use with, like, normal people, so you just end up being like two conversational roombas bonking gently off one another like “hello fellow human” “hello fellow ‘hello fellow human’” until you both at some point manage to adjust your programming and actually like, communicate
It’s like when I was a kid I had two furbies and when you put them next to each other they’d just natter nonsensically past one another for a bit and then at some point one would abruptly recognize the other with its furby sensor or w/e and it would shout “DANCE!” and the other one would flap its ears and reply “HEY, DANCE” and then, in perfect unison, they would begin to rock back and forth while chanting “doot doot doo doot doot doo”
It’s exactly like that. I love it. Crazy people are the best, we are super excellent, i love us, i love crazy ppl
I wrote this post in my head while having a major dissociative episode in the bathroom and its the best and truest thing Ive ever said
Saw that Beau and Caleb had sending stones and my mind went to all the angsty uses for them so here you gooooo
"Beauregard?" Caleb's voice comes softly through her sending stone. Beau groans and turns away from the stone on her bedside table, burying her face into Yasha's chest instead. But Caleb's voice comes again, "Beau, are you there?"
Now that she's more awake, Beau can hear a strain in his voice, a tension that isn't normally there. She sighs, turning back over and slapping her hand on the table until she grabs the smooth stone.
"I'm here, Cay," she mumbles, still waking up. "What's wrong?"
There's a moment of silence and then Caleb says softly, "Schwester."
Beau sits up, suddenly wide awake. Caleb doesn't call her that unless something is seriously wrong. Beside her, Yasha sighs softly in her sleep. "Talk to me, man. I'm here, what's going on?"
"It smells like smoke," he tells her slowly, accent thicker than normal as though he's struggling to talk in common. "My neighbors are having a-a bonfire."
Without him having to tell her, she understands. He's fighting back some bad memories, he's struggling and close to failing. "Come here," Beau says immediately.
"I don't want to intrude-"
"I don't give a shit," Beau replies. "Come here."
Beau doesn't hear a response from him, but a moment later there's the familiar crackle of magic and a flash of amber light from outside the window. Carefully Beau pulls herself away from Yasha and pads to the front door, opening it before Caleb even has a chance to knock.
Like her, he's wearing pajamas and his hair is pulled back into a neat braid. There are thick bags under his eyes and his hands are clutched tight to his forearms as he tries desperately not to scratch.
Beau grabs him by the back of his neck and hugs him tight. Caleb all but falls against her, he's a good bit taller than her, but he somehow manages to seem small in her arms as he clings to her. Beau murmurs meaningless words of comfort in his ear, knowing that the touch is doing more to ground him than any words can.
"Do you want some tea?" Beau asks after a long, long moment. "Yasha made cookies today."
"With spiders in them?"
Beau chuckles and pulls away from him, but keeping hold on one of his wrists, "Beetles, actually. They're actually pretty good. Come on." She pulls him inside, shutting and locking the door behind him. Inside, they find Yasha awake and wearing a dressing gown as she pours tea into three cuts and warms a plate of cookies.
When she sees Caleb and Beau, she smiles and walks over to wrap Caleb in a massive hug. Beau hears the two of them exchange a few words before Yasha gently pushes Caleb to sit on the couch and pushes a cup of tea into his hands.
In the morning, Yasha will make them both a big breakfast and Caleb will shamefully thank them both before teleporting back home, but for now, Caleb leans his head on Beau's shoulder and sips his tea. There are few places he feels more comfortable than beside her.
The Kiss by Gustav Klimt, but it's Beau and Yasha <3
I love this piece dearly <333
Critical role art dump
here are some old pieces I've drawn mainly of campaign 2 ;)
This is what the show looks like in my head.
ALSO YASHA WITH TWO SWORDS 😍💕
Why do I see Beau singing this to the club’s bouncer Yasha with Jester and Molly as back up and Caleb on bass and Fjord on drums with Nott on synth standing on like five boxes to reach during a practice session. If it was like. A nightclub au or a musical version of CR2.
I’m hyperfocusing please add to the AU and fuel my craving for pop star Beauregard
Who owns the club? What’s it called?? I was feeling like The Gentleman might own it or maybe Artagan? Though he would insist a club is different than a theatre of course.