#critical role grog

[thereifling]

“Flying” CR comic

[art-missy]

There was absolutely nothing to do. Grog was not only fully asleep, he also was impossible to wake up. And it therefore was impossible for you to escape. His embrace was strong, but even though you loved being laid on top of him, you were thirsty.

"Come on, big guy !" you muttered but was immediately silenced by his big hand pushing your head to his chest. "Hmph !"

Every attempt to escape was thwarted by his grip tightening around you and sleepy mumbled words from him. You ironically felt sorry for all the plushies you held in your arms as a child, now understanding them.

The pitcher of water was right there, on the bedtable, but you couldn't reach for it. So close yet so far away. And to add to your problems, Grog's natural body heat was not helping with your thirst.

You were about to try for another desperate tentative when his body suddenly moved, pulling you along. You were suddenly pinned to the bed by his weight as his head rested on your stomach.

"Dude !" you grumbled.

"Hmm ?"

If you could, you would have jumped at the sudden sound of his deep voice. A brown sleepy gaze raised up to look at you with eyes heavy with drowsiness, waiting for whatever word to come out of your mouth. You let out a sigh at the sight. How could someone with the strength of ten men could look so puppy-like ?

"I'm thirsty, big guy," you said simply.

He silently let you sit up as he grabbed the pitcher with a languid arm. He even handed you a cup. You smiled with gratitude as he let out a jaw breaking yawn and waited for you to drink.

You were so thirsty that you ended up drinking all the pitcher's content. Once done, you put the pitcher and the cup back on the bed table and lied down. Then, opening your arms, you invited Grog back to sleep. He immediately lied his head back on your stomach, his strong arms hugging your waist.

"Sorry," he sleepily mumbled.

"Don't ever apologize for being exhausted, big guy."

[twinklestarss]

Campaign 1 Episode 87: Onward to Vesrah

[tired-bard]

Grog inspired necklace in honor of S3. I'll get to making the rest of the crew. . . At one point. . . Maybe. . .

[nowyoursoulisforfeit]

Thinking about Vox Machina after a long trip and they’re trying to ration their funds so they all stay in the same room for the night. Their armor and weapons are in various levels of organization depending on whose it is, some neatly put away and others thrown off with little care. Maybe the weather isn’t all too good and neither is the room, so it’s a bit cold.

Grog is on the floor because he’s too big for the bed and Pike is cuddled up with him on his chest, Scanlan leaning against his leg.

Vex’ahlia is in the room’s only bed with Keyleth, and both of them run on the warmer side, so the cold doesn’t really get to them. Vex’s feathers and Keyleth’s antlers are both on the bedside table, though both of them have mussed hair from the other running their hands through it.

Vax’ildan is also on the floor, though leaned up against the bed frame. Percy is using his thighs as a pillow and facing toward the half-elf’s stomach, trusting Vax to protect him if something were to happen while they were asleep. Vax has a hand resting in Percival’s hair and the other on the small of his back.

It’s a nice night.

[chaoticrage99]

can you do grog strongjaw/reader fics?

I am currently in the process of writing one actually! I’ve just had really bad writer’s block but I’m hoping that these upcoming days that will go away and I’ll post them as soon as I can ^~^

[bardsexlovers]

Grog: You can tell a lot about a woman by her hands. For instance, if she has hooves? Horse.

[gayandbasic]

LOOK AT THEM 😭

[sandwolfstuff]

Jester Grog. It's not as blatantly jester as some of the others, but it's something

[citrusbusiness]

Cr spoilers ahead! (E49)

The whole Grog pulling himself out of the wind via Pike is A. So well foreshadowed for an improv game and B. Gut wrenching. Literally. For Pike specifically.

[counterspelling]

Endless TLOVM

[lokistinywaist]

[art-missy]

"Slow down, big guy !"

Of course, Grog didn't slow down but went even faster.

You had been talking to him about this sorceress you admired since you were a child. You've told him how you've read all of her books, you've told him she was your inspiration, that you were looking up to her. You've even showed him posters and sketches of her. She was the reason why you studied magic with so much passion. Her adventures were your bedtime stories when you were a small child.

Grog missed a lot of the words you used to describe the admiration you had for her, but he understood one thing : this sorceress was very important to you. So when he heard in the market that this same sorceress was in the city you currently were, he rushed back to the inn, hoisted you on his shoulder and ran so fast he overtook a horse.

"Grog ! What's going on ?" you yelped as he literally jumped (yes, jumped !) over a carriage.

"She's here ! The witch !"

"What wi—IIIIIH !"

Did he just destroy the wall of a random bar to ran through it and exit from another wall ? Yes he did.

"Holy shit !" you shrieked. "Did we just kill someone !?"

However, Grog did not slow down one bit. He was arriving at the center of the city and you suddenly felt his muscles contracting beneath his skin. Without breaking a sweat, he took a last acceleration, bent down and jumped. He jumped so high you momentarily believed he was flying. So high you saw birds giving him offended looks. But of course, you knew gravity and his first law : everything that goes up, must come down.

And Grog was no exception.

Howbeit, your voice was. As you were both descending at an alarming speed, your voice reached a note so high yet so powerful that all the dogs of the entire city started howling in unison.

And then there was the landing. You already knew Grog had strong legs, but you wondered how on this realm was it possible for him to not break an ankle while making such a frightening shockwave. After what possibly was the greatest scare of your life, you felt his big hands take you from his shoulder to gently set you down, out of the crater he just made and from which he was climbing out.

"You tall ass muscular crazy bi—" you suddenly froze when you realized who was right before you. Your idol, your biggest source of inspiration was currently staring at you with a wide amusement. "N-not you !" you stuttered, your eyes widening in shock. "H-hi ! I...I-I'm—"

"Your biggest fan !" Grog completed with a big smile.

You cringed and hid your face behind your hands.

"I know you," you heard her take a step toward you. "I've been reading your exploits recently."

You peeked through your fingers to see who she was talking to, only to see that she was leaned toward you, her piercing eyes staring right into your soul.

"Me ?"

"Of course she has been !" said Grog with pride. "Who wouldn't ?"

You looked behind you and saw him thumbing up at you, his smile wide.

"I would like to hear more details about this spell you cast against an army of undead," said the great sorceress, her eyes shining with curiosity and amusement. "Something about a shower of shooting stars."

"You do ?" you said with a high-pitched voice.

"Of course she does !" affirmed Grog.

You would have never thought once in your life that one day, you would spend a whole afternoon with your idol asking you questions about your spell. Spell that you invented. You still could not believe it. Your idol was curious about your magic.

Returning to the inn, you looked at Grog beside you.

"Thank you a lot, big guy. I owe you."

Grog smiled down at you, pulling you into a heartwarming hug.

"Nah ! You owe me nothing !"

Grog was always ready to bring chaos in his wake if the result would make a smile bloom on your lips and happiness shine in your eyes.

[fairymonk]

we love supportive friends

[otterlyart]

"A voice to the side goes, 'And Grogory shouldn't have been drinking before this meeting.'

[nowyoursoulisforfeit]

This post is for the singular purpose of appreciating Grog.

Like, my man is the biggest, strongest, most stereotypically masculine of Vox Machina, and despite being considered pretty dense, he is the most emotionally aware of all the guys, maybe even the whole team. No spoilers, but in the Origin comics, he also single handedly saved the whole groups asses by just being nice to a nymph. He is so understanding and concerned for his friends, and even people he doesn't know. He has such a good heart.

Somebody tell him he's doing a good job or give him a gold star, just do something because he deserves it.