Gotta paint him atleast a few times a year, long may he reign. HE IS AVAILABLE AS A PRINT!! [LINK]

It's been a while since I've posted any critical role fanart!!!! This was a sketch of Imogen that I just kept working on between other projects cause I just think she's so beautiful. T-T

Eventually I wanna do some huge cr pieces but that's for another time >:3

playing with your hair when you have cloud hair

Grog is such a tank he somehow managed to absorb Chetney's incipient heart attack

Dorian x Orym 💙💕 Critical Role fan-art

Vex''ahlia still bringing Trinket out of the locket in 100years

She's phenomenal at letting go

opal: i hope they play hot to go!

lloth: girl. we're at the malleus ke- oh wait someone actually is playing it huh

It truly is hilarious that Liam and Robbie were like, "Oh, you think we're going to be taking a break from flirting with each other just because we're playing different characters? Think again." And summoned Lieve'tel/Cerkonos into being

dorian still doesn't know that in orym's dying moments, the last thing he tried to do was grab the sending stone and reach out to him one last time

Usually, sunlight hits his face by now.

There are no windows here to determine what time it is, but his body is used to waking up early.

His eyes flutter open, greeted with a sight that makes his heart soar.

Orym lies curled into him. His eyes are closed, and he breathes evenly. Their fingers are still laced together, and he is glad to still his lungs, to prevent a lofty exhale from escaping him.

He could stare at this forever, he realizes.

They don't have forever though.

The dark thought is cast aside. He needs to be in the present. He can't be weighed down by anything. He's been walking on clouds ever since he fell asleep to the sound of Orym's breathing.

A small shuffle happens close by. He has to strain his ears to really hear what it is, but he surmises it may be Ashton sneaking back to their room.

Typically, he watches the sunrise. It’s something he’s always enjoyed. He doesn’t want to get up right now, if that means leaving the comfort of this embrace.

If Ashton’s sneaking off to his room, and the slow footfalls of others are anything to go by, he guesses that the Nein, or at least some of them are early risers. It’s likely he only has maybe an hour or so left with Orym. Before they must return to reality. A fuzzy future.

For now, time is more soupy. The next couple of seconds feel like minutes. Minutes feel like hours. He knows it's a silly thought, but he wants to live in this almost timeless moment forever.

And yet. All good things come to an end.

Orym moves a little, and Dorian vows to do his best to commit every movement to memory.

Slowly, Orym opens his eyes. He looks up at Dorian, his green eyes alluring. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

Orym eyes sharpen, taking in their surroundings. He sits up. It’s too quick of an awakening for his liking. Like Orym has to be ready at all times. He immediately regrets feeling upset, because it is not really Orym’s fault he is predisposed to act that way.

He looks at Dorian. “I forget sometimes.. That you can do that.”

Confusion hits him, but then he remembers he isn't breathing. He uses that moment to exhale once again. “It can be helpful.”

“Yeah,” Orym says, a flush coming over his cheeks. Now, this is new. This is going to be their normal from now on, isn’t it? Learning about each other, being comfortable with each other, open about their attraction? Dorian delights at the prospect.

He believes he has an idea of what Orym may be thinking, due to the sudden flush, and the way Orym glances down.

Orym’s gaze comes back up to his chest, but he’s looking at something else. His eyes sparkle with amusement.

“What?” Dorian asks breezily.

“I can’t believe I thought you didn’t feel the same way I did.”

Oh. That’s where they’re going? Okay. Dorian tries to match Orym’s amusement, but he isn’t sure how this can be fun to him. It pains him to know Orym didn’t think he might feel the same way, how he probably agonized over that for months.

Then, Orym’s hand goes to the stone that’s on his necklace. He lifts it slightly, rubbing his fingers across the stone.

Dorian looks down at the stone, and finally a laugh bubbles out of him. A real one. “You know, I’ve gotten used to it.”

“It’s a great idea. Keep it close to your heart.”

continue on ao3

+ Sam taking emotional damage

big heart, little heart

Rip to Dorian, you might be inexperienced but your boyfriend just got to 22 dex

How orym be up in that shit

I am still absolutely losing it over Orym having a sword from Will, a Shield from Derrig, and armor from Dorian

NOT THE TITANIC REFERENCE 😭

la belle dame sans merci as kimallura

The Morning After

Because I'm a little salty we didn't get a morning after scene with the boys. But that's why we fic. Enjoy!

Orym sleeps in. Granted, he’s still awake before anyone else, but he hears Fearne dismiss Ashton from her bed as he comes to consciousness. He huffs a laugh before burrowing deeper into his pillow. But the pillow is warm and firm.

And then he remembers.