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Sometimes a friendship is a hyperactive squirrel child and his big dangerous edgelord otter.
I saw a post somewhere mentioning that Ol’ Folgrim doesn’t get enough love, so of COURSE I had to draw him and Chugger.
I loved Folgrim’s sort of “redemption arc” as he finally got what he needed: a friend group that doesn’t judge him for past actions, AND supports him.
(Now, can we start doing that for more vermin characters???? 👀)
Folgrim: lolo
Folgrim: guess what
Tungro: bitch with the way you live I have no fucking idea
As promised.
Don’t talk to him or his squirrel son ever again.
Best Warrior
Folgrim
Matthias
Me: *reading Legend of Luke*
Also Me:
It is the final post of Bristol Week. This definitely was only a week.
Anyway, Day two of @oc-tober2022 asked for something 'impossible' - these two are characters from very different worlds, who would never have a chance to meet within their respective canons (DnD-style fantasy and modern superheros AU), but I think they would get on very well, and have a lot to learn from each other. Both of them have had their bodies and lives changed irreversibly by powers fully outside of their control, and both have to learn to live with where they are now. Also maybe both of them have been used as morally-horrendous weapons without their knowledge, let alone concent.
Anyway.
[image description: a greyscale digital drawing depicting two characters quietly sitting together. In the foreground is Bristol, a young person with a cyborg helmet covering their head and face, with wires leading into their spine. They are squatting on their heels and reaching towards the ground as though tracing images on the floor. Behind them, sat cross-legged with a book in his lap, is Folgrim. He is a haggard looking man who looks to be in his late 20s or early 30s. His clothing is ripped and dishevelled, and several of his limbs are destroyed, leaving skeletal, spectral versions in their place. He is looking towards Bristol with a soft, contemplative smile. The drawing is captioned "OC-tober 2022, Day 2: 'Impossible'". End ID]
Folgrim: How To Validate A Child’s Work Without Swearing and Saying “Lil Dude That’s Fuckin Sick”
