[Image ID: Sketch of Orym reaching up and gently pulling on a tense Ashton's hand, attempting to walk them to the left. Both characters are from Critical Role. Ashton stands still, stiff, expression haunted with shadows around his eyes. His right arm is lifted by Orym holding his hand. Orym's head comes up to about Ashton's waist. He faces away from the viewer, looking up at Ashton with his sword and shield on his back. His hand, smaller than Ashton's, gripping the ends of Ashton's fingers. Faint light highlights Orym's face, Ashton's hair and the glass hole in their head, and where their hands are connected. Watermark on sketch reads "Do not repost" and "@Threadcountart" End ID]
watching Liam go from playing a sad hobo wizard that could snap like a twig to —> a warm soldier father-figure of his group makes me feel some type of way
This will be the only time I live blog about critical role but nobody noticed that lil comment that Ashton didn't make it all the way to his room when he was going to lie down which is. Very sad
Sorry, that was loud in your head and I apologize. And now I’m bald! But that’s fine. I like it and stuff. So, yeah. I guess I’m a little distraught, Orym.