Little oft-forgotten Percy and Vex moments I think about a lot because they hint at how much Percy absolutely adores and cares for that woman:
The little sad look of surprise and heartfelt gratitude on Percy’s tear-streaked face when Vex insists on helping him pursue the Briarwoods.
Percy flinging himself off a wall to rescue Vex from the Ziggurat.
Percy calling Vex up to the top of Greyskull Keep with him when Vorugal attacked, saying “Vex, I need you on the roof with me”. Because the world is ending and maybe he doesn’t want to be separated from her. Maybe he’s thinking that if they’re gonna die, he wants it be at her side, within reach, where he can shield her with his own body if necessary.
Percy turning to Vex and asking “Fight or flight?”, trusting her to decide their fate.
Percy following her without a second thought when she jumps down to the ground.
Percy physically placing himself between Vex and Grog.
Percy comforting Vex when she’s reluctant to leave Greyskull Keep.
Percy trying to hurry to save Vex at the Gilded Run (only to faceplant into the water himself).
“Brother dear, I have a question…” Cassandra made her way
through the open door of his workshop without so much as a peep beforehand.
Percival had been all too used to people stopping and knocking, just in case he
had been working on something… even when
the door was ajar like it had been.
“What is it, Cassandra?” He slid the magnifiers away from his glasses as he
turned in his seat, taking in the amused smirk on his little sister’s face.
“Do you want to tell me why you’ve got the city’s artist painting Vex’ahlia’s
bear?” She asked, eyebrow raised, but the teasing purse of her lips somehow
stayed in place.
“Well, I couldn’t think of what to get her for Winter’s Crest, until I recalled
how disappointed she was when we didn’t allow her to have her official portrait
with Trinket by her…” He explained, waving the tool in his hand towards her idly.
“… So you’re giving her bear his own portrait?” He didn’t
understand quite what the fuss was about.
“Well yes…” He blinked at his sister before tilting his head and trying to
ponder what her thoughts were about, why she thought it was so… funny perhaps?
“You’re having the artist script on the frame’s plate that he is the ‘Trinket the
Baron Bear of the Third House of Whitestone’.” She seemed to narrow her eyes at
him as he shrugged his shoulders.
“That’s whom he is…” Percival once again blinked as his sister.
“… Why does he have your coat around his shoulders?” She pressed, lips pursing
all over again.
“I thought he looked rather smashing in blue, plus it’s a… throwback to a thing I once did, using Trinket as a coatrack, I
thought it would get her to laugh…” Cassandra’s hand made it to her face just
in time for her to shake her head.
“Just marry her, brother, for the sake of us all, have some real children and
dress them up instead of a bear.” And like that she was off and Percival was
left alone once more, this time a bit dumbfounded.
“… What’s wrong with Trinket’s portrait?” He called after her, but gained no response.
headcanon: the entire de rolo family is (was) incredibly attractive. like, really ridiculously so. percy is obviously a looker, and now that cassandra’s grown into herself and left the shadow of the briarwoods she’s just as handsome. but then one day percy shows vax a family portrait, restored to the wall of the dining room.
“wow,” says vax, looking up at them.
“yeah,” says percy.
“i don’t mean to be rude, percival -”
“no, no, it’s fine.”
“- but did they actually look like that? all of them?”
“unfortunately, yes,” sighs percy.
later vax goes back to his room and has an existential crisis because his little crush on percy was one thing, but how can an entire family be that attractive, it’s not fair…
“have you seen my brother?” vex asks percy.
“i have not,” percy responds. “also, i’ve just decided we’re never eating in the dining room ever again.”
First draft of the cabachons I made for Critical Role. I need a finer brush for details, but I am reasonably happy with most of them.
I really wish that I hadn’t broken my damn camera. There are small details that I just can’t show without better focus.
I still have no idea what to do for Matt. Painting detail backward and reverse layered is not an easy task, and I don’t have the best brushes for the task. Anyway, I hope that you all like the ideas, I will be refining them a bit more.
So here’s some more critical role drawings. I felt pretty confident after drawing Keyleth so I decided to draw Percy and Pike. The Twinsies, Grog and Scanlan will come soon enough. Hopefully this kind of makes up for the inktober drawings I missed.
Eridan knocked on the door in full Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III goodness. His horns had disappeared somehow and his hair was white though his skin was still a healthy gray. Just give her a scare he put on the plague doctor gas mask as he waited for her to open the door.