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themonsternest · 5 months

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Thinking about wizards tonight with a re-share of one of my favorite pieces I've done. <3

#critical role #critical role fanart #critical role art #shadowgast #essek x caleb #raerae doodles

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annemarieyeretzian · 6 months

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allura saying she hasn’t heard from the wizard or the monk “but some of their allies have been in contact–” oh I bet they have because there is approximately no chance essek and yasha didn’t use every remaining magical ability and rage at their disposal that they could scrape together in the midst of the ongoing solstice to contact allura and tell her that they plan to hunt ludinus down and tear him limb from evil limb for collaring and shackling their significant others

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calenthee · 1 year

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wowwieee so much good news the past few days

I will die when I see these wizards flirt in HIGH DEF 4K FULL FRONTAL ANIMATION.

also get fucked wotc & hasbro greedy ass bitches

Anyways, UH....flirty lads. I love them.

#shadowgast #essek x caleb #essek #essek theylss #caleb #caleb widowgast #hot boi #cr caleb #cr essek #m9 #mighty nein #c2 #campaign 2 #crc2 #critical role #crit role #cr fan art #my art

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s0ftpining · 10 months

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memorializing this

#caleb x essek #essek x caleb #shadowgast #caleb widogast #essek thelyss #tv: critical role #ship: caleb x essek #ch: caleb widogast #ch: essek thelyss

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petyritonel · 1 year

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here's part two cuz i couldn't get it out of my head!!

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theopteryx · 1 year

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#critical role #shadowgast #the mighty nein #caleb x essek #essek x caleb #essek thelyss #caleb widowgast #critical role fanart #i still got it bad for these wizards!!#tiny touches!!#tiny moves closer to one another!!#tiny intentional steps away from what drove them before and towards a better future!!#someone shoot me into space so i can blow up the moon #anyway the moment in the original campaign #where essek called them his friends #right in the middle of them realizing he was a traitor #rewired my brain for all time #1k

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callioope · 23 days

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The fire crackles in the hearth, just feet away from Essek and yet distant in his mind as he scans the papers splayed out across the coffee table. Somewhere in that background land, a spoon clinks against ceramic. The familiar scent of hot cocoa wafts in the air around him. Footsteps, both human and feline, pad across wooden floorboards and braided rugs.

Essek shuffles the papers, brow furrowing and finger tapping his chin. “We’re missing something,” he murmurs.

A mug settles before him in a small patch of bare coffee table, thudding softly against the wood, and the scent of chocolate wafts closer. He doesn’t reach for it yet, but the motion draws his attention towards the nearest papers and he pulls them closer, skimming once more the notes of the smartest mind he’s ever known besides his own.

“Take a break,” Caleb says, near his ear. Essek wrinkles his nose as the breath tickles his ear, jingling his earrings.

“We are this close—” Essek protests.

Caleb reaches for the quill from Essek’s fingers. “You haven’t written anything in twenty-seven minutes. Take a break.”

With a huff, Essek pulls his hand away before Caleb can steal the quill. “I am about to,” he protests, putting the quill to the last paper he’d been looking at. A small dot bleeds into a larger spot as he places the quill but doesn’t move it further. His mind stalls at Caleb’s proximity — yes, that’s the reason. Certainly not that he is stumped. No.

“Come, dear, before the cocoa is cold.”

Essek tuts. “Hardly a concern in this household.”

Caleb merely hums, and Essek hears him sip his own hot cocoa. “Mmm,” he adds, to which Essek snorts in response.

But five minutes later, the pages hold no answers — just endless runes, numbers, and letters, rambling musings that circle around the problem but don’t strike at the heart of it. Essek twitches his fingers in the start of somatics, but they fizzle without intent and without the finishing gestures.

“It is practically easier than a cantrip,” he says, dropping his fist heavily against the table, which rattles the mug. One of the cats glares up at him from her spot by the fire place, her green eye resentful for the disturbance.

“For you, maybe. We all have our special tricks.” He takes out a polished stone and sets it down on a pile of papers, just as the unnerved cat leaps up from her place on the floor and darts past, rustling the papers before Essek. “I can’t say I could distill this into a spell that any wizard could replicate. And other transmuters know this trick. The same cannot be said for yours.”

“Precisely the problem,” Essek says, resting his elbow on the coffee table and settling his chin into his palm. Entirely uncouth behavior, he thinks idly. Nothing he ever could have done in the parlor growing up. In fact he never used to noodle over problems like this — or use the word ‘noodle’. No, in the before times, the century plus that stretched out before he met the Nein, he properly pondered problems in his meticulous, organized lab. Oh great, now he was alliterating in his own internal monologue.

With a sigh, he sets down his quill and fingers the amber stone dangling from his right ear. “I invented the ability in the first place. I should know how to make it a spell.”

He stands suddenly enough that Caleb jerks in surprise. “Where are you going?”

“To organize spell components,” he says, maybe a bit haughtily, gathering up the papers to take them to their shared office. He tuts as he enters it, for the first time noting how small the space is compared to the office in his towers, and this new one is shared by two. He knew some lower staff at the Bastion shared office space like this, but he never had.

He putters around their filing drawers for components, reorganizes his desk while harboring restraint at the urge to organize Caleb’s, and debates the merits of a new cataloging system for the bookshelf.

He has no idea how much time has passed before Caleb tugs him back down to the ground from his float to reach the top shelf, where he was sure he’d stowed his original developmental notes on defying gravity.

“Liebling,” Caleb pleads, again nuzzling Essek’s ear so that it twitches in response. “Your cocoa is getting cold.”

With a sigh, Essek relents, allowing Caleb to pull him back into the living room. This space is small, too, but that’s not usually the word he thinks when he settles into the threadbare sofa and drapes the quilt over his legs. Cozy is the right word, he reminds himself. And whenever the shared office feels claustrophobic, he must remember that the other mind that uses it frequently expands the ideas of his own.

He rubs his face, only now noticing the ache in his eyes from reading too many words without blinking. Caleb settles in next to him on the sofa and elbows him to hand him the cocoa, reheated with a signature fire cantrip.

Essek takes a sip, savors the richness of the cocoa, the steam that fills his head and spreads out to the tips of his ears, and the burn at the back of his throat.

“Oh!” he exclaims, the taste of the whiskey bringing him back to an entirely different time.

“Surprise,” Caleb says.

“This will not help me think,” Essek says, wrinkling his nose but then taking another sip. It reminds him of trust, and friendship, and reunions in a lonely, cold place. But also it reminds him of great feats of magic.

“We altered the fabric of time to rejuvenate our resources,” he says, practically whining. Compeletely unacceptable back home. “Why can we not create a simple first level spell?”

“Do you ever find writing a one page essay more challenging than a ten page term paper?” Caleb asks, as if posing a philosophical question to his class. Essek huffs. “Well, my students complain of it often.”

“I am not so young and inexperienced as them,” Essek says.

“And you do not have the deadlines they have, either,” Caleb retorts. “The problem will be there in the morning.”

Essek leans his head against the back of the sofa and stares up at the wooden rafters. “We are on the cusp of breakthrough,” he says. “Is that not what you said to me last week? Hmm?”

Caleb turns and rests his elbow on the back of the sofa, leaning sideways to look at Essek straight on, although Essek does not turn to meet his gaze. “I believe a wise old man talked some sense into me at the time.”

“Impertinent youth.”

With a chuckle, Caleb nudges Essek’s shoulder. “How is the cocoa?”

“Delicious, of course. Did you use Caduceus’ blend? It tastes like—Oh!”

The memories of Aeor jolt something in Essek’s brain, discoveries they had made in the depths there. He reaches for the quill, and his spellbook, and spare parchment, this time sweeping the quill across the paper in flurried strokes as his other hand flips through pages to find his notes from their travels.

Caleb leans over to read his writing and point out a discrepancy in an equation jotted down too quickly. “I think, though, that you are on to something…”

He stands and disappears into the office, bringing back several tomes brought back from the ruins. Essek quickly finishes the cocoa as they flip through pages and refine their notes until they coalesce more or less into something resembling a spell.

When several papers spill out onto the floor, Caleb says, “You know, next time I will just summon the tower, we’d have more space, maybe a chalkboard—”

“No,” Essek says, writing the last line of runes and setting down his quill. He stares at it for a moment, the piles of paper sprawled out across the coffee table, the cats curled up in front of the hearth, the mismatched furniture taking up most of the space in the room so that Essek and Caleb have to squeeze into narrow space between the couch and table. He breathes in the smell of cocoa and the hearth. He looks to the dark window where snow accumulates atop the green bean planters. He looks at Caleb’s shining blue eyes, the excitement of crafting a new spell bright with them.

Essek reaches out to touch Caleb’s forearm. “I would love nothing more than to be here with you.”

With a wide grin, Caleb takes Essek’s face in his hands, and kisses him.

#shadowgast #Caleb x essek #essek x Caleb #Caleb widogast #essek thelyss #my writing #just a little slice of life domestic one shot #essek adjusting to a new life #I actually wrote this a couple months ago #I was supposed to be working on something else but decided to post this instead

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sansssins · 2 years

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Essek: You’ve got to learn to love yourself.

Caleb: ...don't you hate yourself?

Essek: Yeah, but this is about you. Stay focused.

#essek #essek thelyss #shadowgast #caleb widogast #caleb #essek x caleb #caleb x essek #critical role #mighty nein #incorrect quotes

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neinofthem · 1 year

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and i would love for you to see the sunrise

#just realized I never post my art on here 🤨#anyways #i hate gay people #critical role #essek thelyss #cr #the mighty nein #tm9 #mighty nein #cr2 #shadowgast #critical role essek #essek #caleb widogast #essek cr #caleb x essek #essek x caleb

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luuuna-rambles · 7 months

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Funny how I did German at school for 5 years, but the British education system is so dogshit at languages that the only words I remember come from Shadowgast fics 😅😂

#critical role #shadowgast #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #caleb x essek #essek x caleb

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samzikei · 1 year

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Happy Valentine's Day!

Celebrating with a little bit of shadowgast hehe

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#shadowgast #cr #critical role #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #essek x caleb #caleb x essek #mighty nein #art post

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themonsternest · 1 year

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Critical Role really said forehead affection of any kind makes everything better(?).

#critical role art #shadowgast #essek x caleb #I always end up doodling these two when I'm down #so here they are again #raerae doodles

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annemarieyeretzian · 6 months

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caleb’s face changing as trent threatens essek and caleb saying “perhaps we were too easy on him.” (bonus: jester saying “well, we’ll have to kill him this time.”)

#annemarie watches critical role #critical role #caleb widogast #caleb #essek thelyss #essek #caleb x essek #essek x caleb #shadowgast #jester lavorre #jester #the mighty nein #the mighty nein reunion: echoes of the solstice #the mighty nein reunion #echoes of the solstice

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calenthee · 1 year

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