mothdogsart

[mothdogsart]

Almost Artfight time! This year I’m on Team Fossil!

Are we following each other yet? Meet me in the pit 💥👊🏼💥

[mothdogsart]

My Firbolg druid, Yucca, for a last minute Artfight profile update 🥰 Let’s follow each other! >

[mothdogsart]

Felt like drawing some bugs today 🫰🏻

[mothdogsart]

In the last session I played in our homebrew Greek-inspired campaign, our characters were trapped in the underworld by the mad goddess of nightmares who forced us to fight nightmare versions of our party where everything had gone wrong in their lives.

Phoebe lost her children and her home forest got burned down, Azriel succumbed to the dark whispers of his eldritch patron, Lathander’s soul-bonded dragon died and half of his soul went with her, and our NPC wizard/underworld guide Chaundrus turned to the fiends to gain forbidden knowledge.

(Lathander is one of my Artfight characters! I’ll be active there this year—let’s follow each other!)

[mothdogsart]

Redraw of an older piece for Artfight!

What if you were a silly little circus lad and the god of retribution offered you a chance for bloody, terrible vengeance on your sister’s killer. Could be fun ♦️♦️♦️

[mothdogsart]

Trying to finish up this sketchbook because I don’t like how the paper takes marker pens and I’m ready to move on to something new 🌚

[mothdogsart]

“Faceless” X-Files collage 👽

[mothdogsart]

Revisited this drawing of my Inquisitor from last year to polish it up for Artfight! ☺️ I’m usually pretty stymied by noses when it comes to rendering but I’m quite proud of how this one turned out.

Add me as a friend/follower over there and I’ll follow you back!

[mothdogsart]

A little Bullavellan silliness 🥰

This is slightly out of character for my Lavellan, but let’s just pretend Krem and Rocky challenged them to a game of chicken and Bull wouldn’t take no for an answer 😂

[mothdogsart]

Can’t believe I haven’t drawn Skinner, my half-orc rune knight fighter / moon druid, and her love interest Xiniithra before, even though their campaign ended like a year ago

Little first kiss ficlet beneath the cut ��🏻

It had been a long day’s walk from the seat of the Taliriktug tribe to the snow-caves that contained a hidden entrance to the Underdark. They’d visited Skinner’s home to welcome that year’s returning herd, greeting the first elk calves born since the fall of the Frostmaiden. As she knelt to build a fire, Skinner remembered Xiniithra tentatively holding out a hand to press against the warm muzzle of one of the calves, and smiled at the memory of how her face, normally so set and still, had softened.

“What are you smiling about?” Xiniithra asked with interest, looking up from where she was digging rations and a small metal pot out of her pack. The day’s walk had been difficult—the springtime snow got heavy as it partially melted—and though Xiniithra would never have complained about it, Skinner knew how tired she was.

“Xin,” she said quietly, and blew on the tinder for a moment until it caught. “Let me set up camp. You rest.”

Skinner saw a flash of gratitude before Xiniithra could catch it. “I—,” she said, then stopped. “Yes, alright. Let me just check further down this tunnel first, make sure there’s nothing waiting to ambush us.”

Skinner nodded, then watched as she retreated, her long white hair swishing in the blue darkness. Skinner wanted to run her fingers through that hair. She wanted to—

She turned back and busied herself with preparing dinner.

There was something between them—had been, she figured, since that first meeting in the Caves of Hunger. A quiet word shared, a mutual compliment. A smile, sharp as a dagger. But that was about where her courage ended, wasn’t it? She’d never been able to tell Nessie how she felt, and now here was this woman—this remarkable, beautiful woman, who traveled with her willingly and slept by her side every night, who watched her back in fights and gave her looks that made her insides ache with longing. Skinner wished, suddenly and very desperately, that Hima were there. They’d been married for years, after all. Maybe, against all odds, they could help her make sense of how Xiniithra made her feel.

Cassia’s probably the better bet there, really, she thought with a snort. But still, Hima’s stolid presence would have been a balm. Maybe they could have passed on words of romantic wisdom from Odie, if nothing else.

She heard the sound of Xiniithra’s returning footsteps, and looked up again to see her emerging from the far end of the tunnel.

“All cl—,” Xiniithra started to call out, but her words were cut short by a hideous cracking sound that Skinner knew instinctively.

The ice! she thought, and leapt to her feet. Running closer, she saw that further into the tunnel, the icy floor had partially caved in, probably due to the spring thaw. These old tunnels were veined with streams that had been frozen solid during Auril’s time. Now, though, the weakened ice around them was much more treacherous.

Xiniithra, never one to be caught off-guard, had drawn a dagger as the ice collapsed and plunged its blade into the side of the gulf, and was now dangling by one hand above a black crevasse.

“Hang on,” Skinner yelled, “I’ll get you out!”

She transformed as she skidded down the slope, taking her polar bear form. Her claws dug into the sides of the ice, shredding against the rocky sheets, but at the end of her slide she was still several feet from Xiniithra. Bigger, she urged herself, and called to her ancestors, the mountainous giants that had been her grandmother’s grandmothers. Their spirits flowed into her veins, and she felt the bear’s form judder and stretch as she quickly doubled in size. With this form it was easy to reach Xiniithra. Skinner gingerly took the back of her belt between her polar bear’s teeth and prayed that the leather straps would hold. Carefully, she lifted Xiniithra up to the edge of the crevasse and deposited her onto the ground there. Then she dug in hard, scrabbling her way back up the slope until she too dropped to the ground and reverted back to her normal form, panting hard.

Xiniithra lay still for a moment, quieting her breathing, before sitting up and placing her hand into Skinner’s.

“You saved my life. Again,” she said quietly. It was a simple statement, but Skinner felt it down to her bones, and her heart thumped painfully in her throat as Xiniithra looked at her, purple eyes wide. The frost was clinging to her eyelashes like a dusting of glitter.

“You’re beautiful,” she blurted out, then immediately clamped her mouth shit. Hells, hells, why did I just say—

Xiniithra lurched forward and kissed her. Her lips were chilled, her gloved hands cold around Skinner’s neck, but the burst of heat that flared up Skinner’s spine had nothing to do with the weather inside the cave or out. She lifted a hand to Xiniithra’s face, feeling along the line of her jaw, until she cupped the back of her skull and found Xiniithra’s hair beneath her fingertips.

It was as soft as she’d always hoped.

[mothdogsart]

Played a super fun session last week where our characters dreamed they were deaged back to being children and had to fight a hag to exit the dream realm.

Here’s Lathander (plus his dragon wyrmling companion as a plushie), Phoebe casting a little lightning bolt, and Azriel with his stick/sword 😌

[mothdogsart]

It’s not as decorated or involved as my other pages, but I’m pleased with how this came out!

Collage/scrapbook pages made with printed screenshots, personal art, stickers, and recycled paper :)

[mothdogsart]

Scrapbook pages for my Rook and Lucanis made out of my fanart for them, screenshots, and lyrics from their playlist. The second page also includes a quote from my fanfic Sure as a Sunrise ☀️

My scrapbook pages are created with stickers, printed screenshots, and recycled paper!

[mothdogsart]

Eannen "Rook" Aldwir ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝*.ﾟ

Scrapbook pages created with stickers, printed screenshots, and recycled paper!

[mothdogsart]

We were so robbed of a love interest scene immediately after escaping the Fade-prison 🥲

[mothdogsart]

When you’ve been traveling with the high priest of your sworn enemy for weeks and you’ve saved each others lives countless times and you’re starting to think maybe this guy is the first friend I’ve ever made who wasn’t Divinely Fated to be in my life and then his bitch of a goddess takes his body over and puppets it for her own ends. Anyway that happened to my good buddy Lathander

[mothdogsart]

One day while traveling through the Western Approach, Cassandra realizes she has a crush on the Inquisitor. Cole tries to help.

(I imagine this interaction taking place pretty soon after Haven. Everything is still fresh for Cassandra: the grief over what was lost, her growing appreciation for the Inquisitor both as a figure and a man, and of course this spirit—demon—thing the Inquisitor insists on keeping around. Although eventually she softens quite a bit towards Cole, especially after he locates her lost necklace and encourages her to kill him should he become a demon, in the early days Cassandra wanted to throttle him pretty often.) 😌🙏🏻