Just trying to live life in a shitty world

Just call me a Critical Role fanpage at this point....

Just finished the fourth Episode of the new Campaign and aside from the whole Octis thing which was crazy in it's own way, what the fuck is going in with Bolaire?! I didn't know, he could get even more interesting. The whole thing with him being the mask and being made as a weapon who slowly became conscious and chose it's own path?! It's so fucking poetic, I can't get over it. Like, he wears the person and is the mask not the other way around?! I can't wrap my head around it, and I love it. 🤯

And the whole thing with Hal?! Don't get me started on that...

Guess who finally finished this sketch I started a week or so ago. First time in a long time trying digital art. I forgot how fun that is.

Glowing under the morning sun,

Spread out on blue pillows,

Like it was arranged by god herself.

Silver lashes over closed eyes,

Wrinkles lead the way over her face,

Showing history,

Showing a life well lived.

Pink lips, slightly open.

Warm air escapes them in soft sighs.

Blue fabric over pale skin,

Hiding her body like snow hides a landscape.

A gentle hand - my gentle hand,

Touching her body - worshipping it.

Feeling her skin, its perfect imperfections,

Its wrinkles and pimples.

Drawing soft circles and random patterns

Like a child on a heist.

Her body - my map.

Blue eyes open sleepily,

Pink lips smile gently.

Loving eyes - my loving eyes

Welcome her in this reality.

"Good morning love." - "Good morning dear"

A hand- her hand - caresses warm skin

My warm skin.

Reality threatens to destroy the dream,

But here with her - here with you

I'm feeling bold right now and I don't wanna study for my history exam so I thought posting something would be a great idea. Even though that picture is completely trash... Who cares right... 🤷‍♀️