Unfortunately Yasha's new hair bored me to tears, so I put it in braids (and also put some black back, because you can pry that from my cold dead hands) to bring back the viking vibes
Between Covid and fieldwork, I haven’t had a second to think about art. This piece has been unfinished for months. I wanted to end the year with one last piece so I saved myself some time to polish it up.
Yes, I am back at it again with the critical role art! I am going to be drawing everyone in the main cast, eventually. I will also redraw those I have drawn to match this style!
As for Evren, he didn't quite notice the night terrors, at least he didn't wake up to acknowledge the situation fully. Whenever he felt Sprinkle shifting in sleep, Evren would tighten his arms around him, press him closer which hopefully was enough to ease the youngers mind. Let him rest like he needed to.
And so morning came, the knock not doing much to wake him up as well. But when Sprinkle slipped out of his hold and he lost that bit of warmth he was giving he soon opened his eyes to find himself... Alone. "Mm..." he hummed, stretching a little over the bed as he usually did, turning to stare straight up at the ceiling. His morning routine so to say, since he never... Never wanted to leaved his bed. But eventually had to. And this time it was the squeek coming from Sprinkle that encouraged him to do that, thinking something along the lines of what did he set on fire now?
Evren got himself out of bed and grabbed the robe he usually had on one of the chairs and rushed down the stairs after slipping it on, spotting Sprinkle hugging... Hugging someone by the door and...
"Sprinks?" he mumbled in a sleepy tone, rubbing one eyes as he fully headed down the stairs. Nothing seemed to be smoking. Good, that was good, but... Who was this man that Sprinkle was so ever happily grinning at. "Everything okay?"