Portrait of the lanky legs of a local drummer, ripped out of the sketchbook and given as a present.
I’d like to say I made his legs look so thin and angular, but his legs are like that.
AAAAANNNNDDDD I’m back with more Critical Role fan art.
At some point in Episode 29, The Sun Tree, Grog recommends knocking on someone’s door and introducing himself as a door-to-door acolyte, spreading the good
I imagine that soon after Vox Machina left, the cult of Axe in the Face blossomed in Whitestone because of its ability to
maim save people by the use of blessed axes in the face.
Don’t be surprised if you invite a chipmunk to tea and they stuff the entire dessert tray in their cheeks.
This is an homage to one of my greatgrandmothers from Ireland who was the essence of thrift. Whenever she went to parties, potlucks, and such, she would take more than her fair share and put it in her handbag, stating “this is for my husband who couldn’t be here”. Her husband was as thin as a reed, so it seemed he never saw his share of the take. Also, her handbag must have been a Handbag of Holding +5, because how did all that food fit inside of it?