#and i suppose that IS a criticism

[helpimstuckinafandom]

I'M FUCKING CRYING LMAOOO

[khalliys]

We're not so different, you and I. Part 1, Part2

From Critical Role C2 E92: Home Is Where the Heart Is

[octy-in-boots]

Many things change; some things never do.

Art by @ornerine and @agarthanguide!

[essektheylyss]

the visceral gut drop of "—and in his place is a gently floating male drow—" vs the absolute giddy high of "—who is no longer Seth. Instead you see, a dark elf—" like, Essek Thelyss really is narratively That Bitch and he sure knows how to make a fucking entrance

[vaguesnail]

decided to finish a sketch i started during episode 69 of fearne and mouse keyleth🐁

[sparring-spirals]

someone more well caught up with the campaign can correct me if im wrong. But based on the impression I've gotten, i love the like. Spectrum of "accidentally oncall" we have, with how the Mighty Nein are accidentally unknown go-to's for various powerful people to get tasks done, while Bell's Hells are accidentally primary sources and lynchpins for various powers to understand and coordinate events.

Like the Mighty Nein are. they're assholes, if you talk to them and they dont really like you. you'll know it and it will kind of suck. But for the most part people don't have to interact directly with them. It's almost weird how much they don't have to??? Like shit just gets. Done. And you find out later like OH its the same. weirdos. No idea who they are but you're told its the same group. What do they even look like. There are so many weird stories at least half of them NEED to be fake. Or people just assume incorrect attribution bc it cant ALL be the same group. What do you mean they saved a world and an island and? Turtles were involved? Sea serpents? what.

For anyone who knows even slightly better/has slightly better connections (but doesn't know them personally) They're just like a weird form of an urban legend where its like. elite strike team. silent and effective. (in the background we see them falling out of the sky into the ocean onto one another). But for the most part its really peak. Knows a guy who knows a guy. If someone HAPPENS to be present they might be squinting into the chaos like. That girl choked me with a stick once? Isnt that other one a professor. Wha- okay. They're gone again. Silent. effective. You have a really hard time tracking them down even if you want to. (If they want to find you though, you can't escape them).

And then with Bell's Hells. (At least when I last checked in). It goes more like. Hey some weirdos have critical knowledge for us. And it's just. an Absolute Halloween themed clown car of events that rolls up. There's a talking dead rat. Weird old gnome griping about wood. They keep flirting with everyone. Including someone that looks very evil. A busty faun just took your wallet. You're pretty sure this group threw a bunch of bees in someone's face in a street race and crashed a skyship and were absolute NIGHTMARE CUSTOMERS at various establishments. They're the ones with critical knowledge. They are communicating it SO, INCREDIBLY INEFFECTIVELY. They were on the moon? They have a person FROM the moon? They keep trying to be friendly with you. You don't want them to be. Another critical thing happens. They're the only one with knowledge. Again. The dead rat keeps flirting with you. You're getting voices in your head. More developments in the critical scenario. They're still the primary source on this potentially Exandria-shattering event. They're still spending an inexplicable amount of time talking about the hotness of various people inbetween dispensing information that literally no one else has been able to glean. You know who they are. You kind of wish you didn't. You are Going To See Them Again. (threat)

[ariadne-mouse]

[biorust-art]

Dorian Storm, first heir to the Silken Squall

-- having a wonderful time here in the Dorian fanclub lol

[Image Description: A drawing of Dorian Storm from Critical Role in an imagined outfit. Dorian has a gold band around his head like a crown with his hair folded within it inspired by an ancient Greek hairstyle, it flows before him and ends in cloud-like curls. He wears a white, high collared vest with golden emborder of leaves on the outer edges and a bird with golden feathers in the front. The hem of the vest is asymmetrical with one side longer than the other and going down towards his thigh. Underneath the vest is a blue quilted gambeson and under that is a light gold chiffon shirt with billowing sleeves that are gathered at the lower arm with leather armbands. he has a blue half cape made with the same cape in his original art and a silver pauldron over that same shoulder. the pauldron is shaped to look like wings. At his hips he has his flute axe, blade and Bertrand's sword and on his back is the mandolin. He also has silver shin armor that melds with his original winged boots and very shiny black leather pants. Dorain leans on a brown wall in a seemingly causal cool guy pose with one arm extended. He looks to the right with a smile on his face, but it does not meet his eyes. End ID]

[caeslxys]

“i will not let you go”/“what if i’m holding you back?”

yes i’m late on this one. woops

[sky-scribbles]

Essek in Campaign 2, Episode 91: I have seen those far older than you that have experienced maybe half the pain I see in your eyes [...] Experience is what hardens you, prepares you for the worst. I think you're prepared for more than you give yourself credit for, Caleb.

Essek in Campaign 3, Episode 95: I felt [like it was a betrayal to be happy] for a long time... but I don't believe that anymore. It feels that way, yes, but that's only because so much of our history tells you that pain is what gives purpose. But as a wise man once told me, it is not pain that makes people. It's love.

[pocketgalaxies]

C1E60 || C3E88

[shatouto]

i did a dumb friendly fire and blew off nearly half of astarion's hp (i'm so sorry astarion)

[beaufjords]

CRITICAL ROLE MEME

fave relationships: imogen & laudna

[astronnova]

cosplay(?)

[essektheylyss]

Mighty Nein 🤝 Bells Hells

being awkwardly invited into Essek's home in pursuit of experimental magic to help out a party member who uncomfortably mirrors the form of an enemy that once murdered her to send a message... and offered stale baked goods.

[luddlestons]

anyone else think another feywild vacation would fix them?

companion to my polynein art, we're trying it not cropped this time bc there's no dicks.