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When you are deathly afraid of heights, but your job puts you there anyway, only one thing to do. Smuggle your comfort pet aboard.
Did this for a friend's D&D/RPG website when someone asked why the worlds of adventure games are full of overly-hostile things that specifically want you dead to the exclusion of everything else, the response was "Maybe it's their job"
I browse this thread a lot, but just now figured to take the time to make some Kiwi-exclusive sketches. I don't want anyone to reverse image search me. I don't trust you crazy people with my Twitter cat photos!
A noticable amount of people here seem to like classic, DND fantasy, so I decided to draw my very favourite fantasy class: MUSCLE MONKS.
But, alas, I forgot to create a new layer for the primary sketch of the head, so was left with only the option of painting for colour... Which I have no patience for.
A quick, pre-Monk warmup sketch. Looks like he'd be the arrogant but skilled type, heir to a thousand year old family, which holds the wisdom of secret South Eastern martial art... Hmm... Curry-fu? I'll work out the kinks.
While being bored today, I did too more pointless jungle doodles. Instead of colored pencils, I had some Crayola markers I found discarded in a school dumpster, I got some worth out of 'em.
Someone came by and had me draw his Shih Tzu he dumped my way while he was busy and I ended up doing two drawings of it as he didn't like the strap I left on his pooch.