I see nowhere NEAR enough Buddy and Vespa artwork out there, so even though I don’t have the energy nor time for anything finished here’s my contribution to the very limited fanart collection of my favorite irradiated lesbians
Something something the inherent longing of sun and moon coded characters who love each other but feel like the other is just out of reach.
the particular grief of losing a piece of graffiti that was part of your everyday routes through the city. congratulations "anti-vandalism initiatives" you painted over my dear friend and neighbor
please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts
–The Mighty Nein– Profile portrait series of M9 from Critical Role.
I have come up with a better metaphor than “you can’t pour from an empty cup” for burnout. You can’t boil an empty kettle. Pouring from an empty cup just gets you nowhere. Trying to boil an empty kettle can ruin the kettle, the stove, and burn down your house if you keep trying it.
guys guys guys, fellow critters, oh my god, everyone please go listen to ‘Strawberry Wine’ by Noah Kahan and think about Caleb and the blumentrio while you do. it’s so sweet and sad and it’s so perfect for them, my heart can’t take it
like? do you hear?? these lyrics?? they so perfectly encapsulate how Caleb thinks of him and Astrid and Eadwulf. they loved each other deeply. they were forced together due to circumstance. he misses them dearly every day. he could never be with them again.
“If I could lose you, I would”
“Strawberry wine, and all the time we used to have/Those things I miss, but know are never coming back”
“If I was empty space and you were a formless shape, we’d fit/But love leaves little runway, and every time we run/Straight over it”
and “No thing defines a man like love that makes him soft” followed by “for a moment, I see you” reminds me so vividly of drunk Caleb mistaking Jester for Astrid, and it makes me wonder how many other times his new family reminded him of his old one.
did Fjord ever laugh like Eadwulf? did Molly have the same taste in drinks as Astrid? did Caduceus and the Wildmother remind him of Eadwulf and the Raven Queen? did he ever give Astrid the same wildflowers that Yasha had pressed in her journal? did he ever wake up curled beside the Nein in the dome and think, for just a brief moment, he was somewhere else, huddled against a different band of ragtag wannabes?
Xe/they/she/he || bisexual disaster || artist, writer, and neurodivergent lover of stories || expect Critical Role, TMA, and my various other hyperfixations
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