~Art, Dragons, and Tabletop Gaming~

Oh look it's the boyyyyyyy

A lot of times I stop drawing for long stretches of time and become weirdly convinced I can't draw and everything I've ever drawn sucks and I shouldn't bother drawing anymore, which is a vicious cycle.

And then I sketch something and am just like. Oh, fuck, that's right, I do know how to draw. Awesome.

Just some Gotty doodles~

It is done!! *hand falls off* I have no idea how I did this rendering. I was possessed by the rendering ghost and it just happened; it will probably never happen again I am blaming this neat brush set I have been playing with. Those wings should end in feathers but sometimes things just happen so now they're not.

Posting a doodle of one of my favorite interactions between Gottfried and Friedrich. Friedrich was doing his best villain monologue slash trying to get Gottfried to join the bad guys -again- and Gottfried wasn't even listening because he and Vetrael picked another fight with each other over something stupidly pedantic (I don't remember what now to be honest). How rude of them to zone out in the middle of what the demon-possessed evil dude was saying.

We are playing Rogue Trader again for the first time in like...seven years? Oh my goshhhhh I'd forgotten how weird the system is but it means I get to pull out Sine again for our Enginseer so yay! Creepy squid girl~

Super rough doodle time because I couldn't get the idea out of my head~

Team Zenith meets the Typhlosion brothers. One has gone wild in a dungeon and the other hires the rescue team to snap him out of it. That shouldn't be a problem; Archen is part rock type. That...shouldn't be a problem.

We're still playing that Cthulhu-esque 50s horror tabletop game. Last session two of our party members decided to?? Throw dynamite down the stairwell we needed to go down for no reason?? But Gottfried was already on the way down the stairwell and ended up getting blasted by stairwell shrapnel and falling several stories...no, I have no idea why any of this happened, but thank goodness for the divine being stapled to his soul I guess because it flew him down and stitched him back together after the shrapnel killed him. You're welcome, Gottfried.

On this adventure he has fought a hellhound and a horde of zombies and somehow still taken over twice as much damage from his own team as he has from the enemy.