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keefechambers · 1 year
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he's having a moment (bisexually)
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nitw · 1 year
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art-of-vox-machina · 9 months
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THE LEGEND OF VOX MACHINA | The Legend of Vox Machina Season 2 Unused Poster Design
By Phil Bourassa
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devils-yui · 1 year
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Confused Percival is now my newest and most favorite reaction from him
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tatzelwyrm · 1 year
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The logistics of dragon slaying.
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al20-art · 1 year
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i am not the only one who saw Percy’s bi panic, am I?
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heyhopperart · 3 months
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... There are two types of Blorbos..
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annemarieyeretzian · 1 year
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The Legend of Vox Machina S02E09: A Test of Pride ★
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kays-kg-works · 1 year
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You ever find a character from a book, show, movie, etc. where you know they're like, a background character, but you are 100% obsessed with them because you personally can see what a huge amount of potential their character/story has? Like "(pats their shoulder twice) This baby can fit so much trauma in them" Because personally, I watched season 2 of The Legend of Vox Machina on Amazon Prime 2 whole days ago and one of the NPCs, Zanror, has always been one of my faves from the time I spent watching Critical Role Campaign 1 (made it up to about session 80 before I lost my drive to continue, still plan to finish eventually) and it's so funny AND tragic to me because NO ONE writes fic or draws fanart for him. I've found maybe 4 other people who barely even acknowledge his existence let alone actually like him as a character Meanwhile, I'm over here with songs for him on my Campaign 1 playlist, 3 story concepts floating around in my brain, a cobbled together character turnaround sheet of his design from TLoVM, and the start of a 3D model attempt based off said turnaround sheet I will carry the torch if I must
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jamesbatrezart · 1 year
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Part 02 of 02: Excited to share color design for season 2 episode 9 of Vox Machina. Had the opportunity to do some of my favorite scenes in the episode so I picked my best work from each batch. So happy to be a part of it, seeing how things turned out after post was such a nice surprise!
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keefechambers · 1 year
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Zanror. It's been a while. Why the shackles? Finally stood up to the old man. Like you. I paid a price.
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manueltorresart · 6 months
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Vox Machina already met with Zanror before they started streaming the game, but when he appeared on @criticalrole he was beaten up badly, so why not drawing him like that?
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art-of-vox-machina · 11 months
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Neal Acree posted a t-shirt for The Legend of Vox Machina that reveals new character art here
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chaos-monkeyy · 1 year
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Finished watching season 2 of Vox Machina the other day and now I have to write porn about it. Specifically about Zanror, apparently.
What can I say, massive half-giant with cute smile and big sword hot.
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Anyway the first one is young Zanror/Grog, murdering and then fucking about it:
Enough (on AO3)
Rated E, mind the blood. and the corpses. …and the casual cousin incest.
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Zanror took a spear in the shoulder, grunted, and took the head off the spear-holder with a casual swipe downwards as he turned. 
Blood fountained in the air, spraying him across the face as the body crumpled to the churned, muddy ground. Zanror bared his teeth in a growl, savouring the hot metal taste dripping into his mouth and already looking for more prey in the smoke while he yanked the steel-tipped length of wood from his flesh. 
Never enough. It’s never enough. 
Howls and panicked cries sounded from the alley mouth behind him and Zanror spun, leapt, and took down two more victims in two more quick sprays of blood. A split second later, Grog Strongjaw came charging out of the alley, hot on the heels of a third fleeing figure, and crushed its head against the stone wall one-handed with a feral roar. 
Panting, blood searing hot and ferocious through his veins like the flames he’d left leaping back at the edge of the town, Zanror grinned wildly at his cousin through the fresh blood still dripping down his face. Grog grinned back, barked a laugh, and loped off down the street. Pushing down the inevitable disappointment that this group hadn’t even gotten so much as a scratch on him before dying, Zanror fell in with Grog in search of more prey. 
His hopes that they’d find something providing even the slightest challenge tonight came to nothing. 
Grog didn’t seem to care, reveling in the slaughter of one final group the two found cowering in a basement near the far side of town. Zanror enjoyed it too; and yet… Despite all the violence, he still didn’t feel sated. 
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sunnnnyy · 10 months
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Prettiest little wife
Lord and Lady Briarwood have special plans for Percy after they take over Whitestone.
He enjoys himself more than he expected.
featuring an arranged marriage, a wedding dress, and Grog sharing Percy
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Percy had always thought- well, he’d never spent much time thinking about marrying anybody, but if he had, he would have thought it would be because he loved that person. Not this charade.
Professor Anders pats his arm and, with the veil covering his face, he allows himself to glare.
“I remember my own wedding as if it was yesterday,” Delilah Briarwood had told him just an hour ago. “I had been so happy... To know Sylas would be mine and I would be his.” She’d sighed wistfully. “I couldn’t stop smiling. And now look at your sour face- you are meant to be looking forward to this wonderful occasion. Be merry. Have fun.”
“I did not choose to marry.”
She had caressed his face and grabbed his chin when he tried to turn away. “But think of your sister. Cassandra has been so excited for today, she could not stop talking about it. She misses you. Nothing would please her more than to see you again. Especially if it’s to celebrate your wedding.”
The message had been clear. She wanted a happy facade, a wedding reception without any incidents, and she expected him to play his part. And if he didn’t, if he dared not look excited at any point, Cassandra would pay for it.
Professor Anders leads him past rows filled with humans on one side, and goliaths on the other. He feels their stares, their whispers amplified by the high ceiling of the temple. He grits his teeth and focuses on the priest waiting at the end of the aisle. And his husband-to-be.
They didn’t get to meet before. He is part of the Herd the Briarwoods want to work with but he doesn’t know if he is aware of Percy’s status in Whitestone. Percy doesn’t even know his name. But he is big and when Professor Anders hands him over, the goliath’s hand completely wraps around his.
“Hi,” his future husband says and Percy ducks his head demurely, if only to stop looking at the broad, naked chest in front of him.
He blinks away the sudden tears in his eyes. He knew the Briarwoods meant to humiliate him by forcing him to wear a white dress, the many layers of its skirt sitting heavy on his hips, to show everyone what a “pretty bride” he made. But he hadn’t expected this burning shame in the face of the goliath he would promise himself to. That his first impression of Percy would be this dolled up version, the picture perfect bride eagerly looking forward to his new life at his husband’s side.
Movement in the corner of his eye catches his attention. It’s Cassandra, sitting in the front row next to Sylas Briarwood, alive and looking healthy. She’s smiling and subtly waves again. Lord Briarwood takes her hand between his and her smile wobbles.
This is who he is doing it for. Let them humiliate him, let them marry him off to some barbarian. It’s all worth it as long as they leave Cassandra alone.
The priest drones on and on and Percy only tunes in again as he pronounces them married- him and Grog. Grog Strongjaw. His husband. Was his last name Strongjaw too, now?
Grog grabs his veil and Percy forces his lips into a smile. Happy. He needs to be happy.
The veil lifts.
Grog blinks.
Percy’s stomach sinks.
Grog hadn’t known. He’d thought he was marrying a woman. He’d thought Percy was a woman.
He holds on to his smile even as his face burns. Do something. Please.
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al20-art · 1 year
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i need them to interact
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