#lord eshteross

[flowersosa]

Siri, please play Daddy’s Home.

[crabridgedart]

C3E14 Abridged - Art by @wingbuffet, galaxybandit, @azraelion and @agarthanguide

[ailustrarte]

Illustration for the interior title page of Critical Role and Penguin Random House's recently released Exquisite Exandria, the official cookbook of Critical Role, by @lizmarsham with recipes by @jesseszewczyk , Susan Vu and Amanda Yee.

This is a special one because it actually is a collaboration with my sister Mariana, who is an amazing architect and helped me design the look of the building itself. I would also like to thank her and Mariana Britto for helping out with the references for some of the characters. Special thanks to Ian Dingman for his help and guidance throughout this project.

This was a fun yet challenging piece to paint, with so many characters I adore and tasty looking dishes. I'm also terminally obsessed with CR and included a bunch of easter eggs for critters to enjoy 😉

[angerpearl]

Bells Hells as their actors based c3e51 promo pic

[criticalrolenpctournament]

ROUND 3, POLL 14

Which NPC is the best overall character?

Propaganda:

Lucien: Not only did her actually know what he was championing, he took the whole operation over and didn't even have to dominate anyone. Like, my guy has the eye rabies and he got as far as he did with just his LARP buddies

Eshteross: He's a badass fighter who loves to read and bake. He fights against corruption. He's an awesome friend/patron who always has Bell's Hells back. What's not to love about that? he's suave, erudite, urbane and cool. He is HOT, so VERY HOT

[screamingatmyfandom]

Eshteross just trying to eat his breakfast:

Bells Hells coming to tell him about everything they did in the past 24 hours:

[non-binary-smurf-nerd]

Having a C3 re-watch and these words by Lord Eshteross seem to be a tiiiiny hint as to just how dark Matt was planning things on getting. Maybe. Who knows what's going on in the background 🤷🏻

Full quote: "I guess all I have to say is, keep that heart pure. As long as you can. So much of this world tries to pull it away. So much of it."

(ty cr transcripts)

[khaopybara]

sometimes, i remember lord eshteross is dead and we won’t ever get to know what other recipes he liked baking, and get sad.

[crabridgedart]

C3E13 Abridged - Art by @agarthanguide, @wingbuffet, @azraelion and @shmaba

[railroad-migraine]

Ariks Eshteross my beloved

[angerpearl]

WIP Bells Hells as their actors based on this weeks c3e51 promo pic

[flashhwing]

Critical Role Sexyman Round 1

eshteross art by @shrugsinchinese (link)

gilmore art by @wehavekookies (link)

[criticalrolenpctournament]

ROUND 2: POLL 16

Propaganda

Eshteross: baking dad

Sprinkle: N/A

[gobliiine]

i was reading some c3 recaps for fic writing purposes

and I was reminded that eshteross promised Dorian to do everything in his power to protect his family if he went to the ball as himself (which ended up being SUPER necessary)

……..and now eshteross is gone

(and as far as we know Cyrus’ debt to Hexum hasn’t been paid)

i wonder if maybe in the future there will be like. Consequences?? For this??

(also this is only marginally relevant but like I wonder if the Silken Squall has heard of Bronte and Cyrus’ exploits)

(I need Dorian back)

[scribble-dee-doo]

febuwhump, "that's gonna scar"/time loop, critical role campaign three

There are new cracks across Ashton’s chest when he returns, this time filled in with what might be an iridescent metal or might be sheer chaos magic. Estheross might have called them young, once, when they arrived at his doorstep spoiling for any fight they could find, but no longer. 

The pot of tea on the table is still fresh and strong, the way they both prefer it. Ashton kicks a pile of dummy books away from the only other seat in the room and sits, the hammer left at the door. Eshteross strains cups for the both of them – cheap leaves, to spare Evelyn’s finer sensibilities about proper steepage, and also because they both prefer it. The finer whiskey he keeps nearby these days serves as a fine top-off, an old habit of his returned with old troubles.

Ashton accepts his cup, and together they drink in silence for a while.

“I think these are gonna scar,” Ashton says.

Rousing from contemplating the fire, Eshteross studies the silvery, shifting scars. They don’t carry regular wounds across the loops. If his story of the same day repeating is true, then any kind of wound accumulating would be very bad. Eshteross considers asking for more information on what kind of injury could defeat time resetting, recalls the hour, and doesn’t bother. Ashton will have more than enough time to find out himself. Still, if anything can keep them safer on their journey, it must be prioritized.

“If there’s any advantage lost in saving me –”

Ashton cuts him off with a quick slash of the hand   

“No,” they say. He licks a drop of spilled tea off his hand and continues, “If I’ve learned anything, it’s that self-sacrifice is never the best play.”

Eshteross tops up their cup with whiskey when they hold it out and holds his tongue. The fire cracks, coals settling with a hush in the grate, before they speak again.

“Sometimes it’s the only play.” He looks Eshteross in the eye, always direct. “But when you’re dead, you’re fucking dead. That’s it. You can’t help anymore.”

Eshteross hums. “A salient point.”

Ashton scoffs and shifts, moving with familiar tenderness around unfamiliar pain. Eshteross’s hip throbs. They make quite a pair, the warrior older than their years and the warrior dying deaths he doesn’t remember. 

The city bells begin to toll midnight. Ashton grimaces and slugs back the last of their drink, then sets it gently on the table. Sparks begin to swarm from the glass in their head, crawling down their old and new scars, and then the red-blue shift with every movement, and, finally, the tear of the portal that opens on the previous morning begins to consume them.

“See you yesterday,” Ashton says, heavily distorted but still wildly, fiercely cheerful, and disappears.

[screamingatmyfandom]

Eshteross: brings his fledgling team to a fancy ball expecting a covert recon/slight of hand mission

Bell's Hells: chucking rings across the room, decking people in the jaw, getting challenged to duels, breaking into rooms...