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Chetney *shakes head*

so of course everyone is joking around about Chetney being Orym’s dad and Travis is feeding into it with the Scanlan joke in e83, but I have a genuine theory. First off I wanna say, I love the Chetney is Orym’s dad theory and hope that it canon because that just makes a lot of sense considering that whispers were had when they insight checked Orym’s mom. BUT here’s something else, I think Chetney is an ancestor of Pike. Think about it for a sec, they both were born in the Bramblewood outside Westruun and they are both gnomes. Back in C1 around e94-ish there was a small arc where Pike’s family came to Whitestone and manipulated here into believing their family had a blood curse. What if Pike’s uncle Augden(?) got that idea from Chetney, a cursed gnome who uses blood magic to fight, and in a way was betrayed when his family left. I’m not saying Chetney is Pike’s dad, but he might be Wilhand or Augden’s dad and might be related to Pike on some level.

LIL MONSTAH🌟 I loved drawing Pike for six fanarts, who should I do next?

Third season's over, the ending left a me a lil sad but I know things will just keep getting more fucked up and i'm all here for it

Anyway random sketch of my goddes and queen Vex 🛐🛐🛐🛐

When you finally finish a show and it's like

Yay I got the complete* lore now

But also fuck me why is it over, how am I going to move on, the next season is in a year and a half or even longer

* unless there's follow up seasons or out-of-show lore left

I just finished the legend of Vox Machina and fuck me, I cried, I laughed, I made an entire journal page dedicated to it using scraps and a pen and a shitty night light bc I was supposed to be asleep

How on earth am I gonna just move on?

If you write fanfic for it, do please lmk! <3

Scanlan Shorthalt

Here is my first try with a digital version of it (spoilers??) I had a very bad drawing moment lol (feel free to redo it if you want to just tag me if you do so I would love to see it done better.)

Tumblr : stoneagecjw

Twitter : CWGames@white2489

Name : Corey White

I LOVE THIS SHOW SO MUCH AAAAAAH

This is so funny and the characters are awesome 🥹✨ one of my fav show

Hair bun hair buns

((THIS GOT ON THE STREAM AND I WAS YELLING))

Devil Baby of Mine - Critical Role Fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new Critical Role fanfiction, the story of Grog finding a baby in the woods and deciding to kep him. If you enjoy, the link to the full story will be at the bottom of the post!

It wasn't unusual to find Grog wandering about the woods near Westruun. Whenever the need to smash some things arose – which, in his years of retirement, was just as strong as it had been in his prime – he would leave home in the morning and return before supper, just like Pike had instructed him. Sometimes, he would return with gifts, depending on what he had killed. Direwolf teeth, owlbear feathers, even a bulette shell, once. Everyone liked those gifts, especially Juniper. The gifts that Pike and Scanlan didn't like were the living ones, like that time he'd brought back a griffin egg and it had hatched in the living room. Pike had made him promise no more living gifts.

On that bright spring afternoon, Grog was making his way home after having climbed into the hills to fight a giant, just because he could. The sun was shining through the trees above him, casting small shapes of light on the ground. Grog's hammer rested over his shoulder, slick with the hill giant's blood. He was thinking about whether he should stop on his way home to find a gift for Juniper. He knew she would be sad if he didn't bring her something. Maybe he could stop on his way back to pick a few flowers. They would whither more quickly than wolf teeth, but he would be back to the forest in no time, so he could bring her more if Juni was sad that her flowers died.

Something shone in the distance, reflecting the mid-afternoon sunlight. It almost blinded Grog.

"Oh, shiny," he said as he quickly made his way toward the shiny.

Once he was close enough, he noticed that the shiny in question was a large safety pin, keeping a bundle of cloth tightly together. Grog carefully pulled the safety pin out to look at it. He thought Juni might like it, so he placed it in his bag. Then, light babbles echoed from between the folds of the cloth, and he looked down.

There was a baby in the cloth. A tiny thing, but bigger than Juni when she'd been a baby. The same size as the quarter elves when they were baby, or close to it. But it wasn't a quarter elf, even though its ears were pointed. Its skin was pink, but not a normal sort of pink. A bright, flowery sort of pink, which reminded Grog of the sky at dusk sometimes. Pink like some of Scanlan's clothes, or pink like a slice of bacon before its cooked. Two tiny horns protruded from its forehead. Its eyes were a solid shade of gold as if two coins had been placed in its sockets. It barely had any hair on its head.

Confused, Grog looked around, wondering who could have left their baby in the middle of the forest all on its own. All he saw was a dire wolf, attracted by the sounds the baby was making.

"Go," Grog ordered as he tried to shoo the animal away. "Don't make me punch you."

The wolf flinched at the sound of Grog's voice, and after a moment of hesitation, it ran away. Grog kneeled beside the baby and picked it up. Where he'd been able to hold baby Juniper in the palm of his hand, he had to tuck this baby in the crook of his elbow to be sure not to drop it. The child's golden eyes were staring at him with wonder. It extended a tiny pink hand to reach for his face, but its arm was too short to reach Grog's beard.

Grog decided he couldn't leave the baby there, to be eaten by wolves. He had to take him home and take care of him. From now on, this baby would be his. After all, almost everyone else in his family had kids now, so why not him too? Then, he remembered what had happened the last time he'd brought something living home. Pike had said no more living things. But if he didn't tell Pike, then there would be no problem. It seemed like the perfect idea. Don't tell Pike and Scanlan, and he wouldn't have to ask for their permission to keep the baby.

Satisfied with his plan, Grog carefully placed the bundle of cloth in his bag. Once he was sure his new child was comfortable, he continued on his way.

Full story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25819042

wonderful <3

I love a pathetic man hopelessly smitten with a woman who could kick his ass