i walk away

Empire siblings!!

these empire kids are QUEER!!

empire kids!! i love their friendship.

A quick, very random doodle of Team Human.  I love their friendship a lot, just a coupla humans tryin’ real hard and fuckin’ up a lot. 

-10 con wizard man cannot swim for too long

i think they both need this hug

[Image Description: two drawings of beau and caleb hugging and scrunching up their faces as they do so. in the first drawing, caleb is flushed with his face scrunched and his arms wrapped around beau’s shoulders. she is frozen and saying “uh… caleb you okay man?”. in the second drawing, beau is the one with the flushed and scrunched up face hugged an unresponsive caleb close. End Description]

heart to heart

my favorite humans

its chill he gets better lmao

Mighty Vibes Vol. 2 

Animation by @karekareo and Kevin Areopagita.

The constant, awkward, “Mom made us do it” hug energy even when they willingly initiate it is truly one of the greatest gifts of this campaign.

all the empire and cleric sibling hugs we’ve been getting!! my soul is nourished 

It's Thursday and I miss them

Empire kids

empire kids

I’m catching up on Campaign 2 and I just had an itch to draw a scene.

hot take: at level 13, beau will understand all spoken language. she will not tell caleb this. in fact, she will tell everyone but caleb this. she will translate all the bullshit he pulls under her breath to nott. nott will start a zemnian swear jar, except caleb won’t know what it is — only that occasionally nott demands a silver from him. which is fine, whatever, he has money now and nott is more important anyway. even if she hardly pays for anything, and can’t possibly need the cash.

(beau will find a woman in the marketplace of zadash speaking zemnian, and she will hear a name that is not astrid. she will end that woman before she gets anywhere near the nein. anywhere near caleb.)

beau will, eventually, oust herself laughing over something particularly stupid caleb says in zemnian. because he does that now, see. mutters to himself under his breath, not swears and not prayers and not self-recriminations, but jokes. she’ll deny laughing. he’ll figure it out, eventually.

then they start plotting, in a language only they two understand. he’s surprisingly eloquent. (he’s a little terrifying.) she’s brash and does not give a single shit about grammar so long as she can make herself understood. she has an accent, but it’s still zemnian, and it’s beautiful.

they play pranks. they manage to pull one over on jester. (not the day of travelercon; the day after. neither of them will ruin her day.) they talk gleeful circles around nott and fjord. and in battle, speaking a tongue none but then understand, they’re unstoppable.

and when trent ikithon comes, when caleb loses all the words he has known and planned since the moment he stole an amulet seven years ago, it is not caleb who calls him a bastard and a coward and a dead man, but his sister.

(she spits fire, that day. and afterward they are both proud. both of them firebreathers.)