I painted my cat. His name is Kuri.
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Art by LynertDG
Spiedies at the firing range! (a commission for Raarden [@compulsivecurios] and Fiskpinne over on twitter)
another day volunteering at the dragon aerie. everyone keeps asking me if they can fuck the guardian dragon. buddy, they wont even let me fuck it
creatures designed for the eberron campaign! tailored specifically mostly from scratch based on player desires, to be the flying mounts the airship has :)
Dark Luigi, predatory pegasus
Death Sentence, beetlesteed
Out For Blood, rhinostorkteryx
Dragonslayer, desert wyvern
their names were all chosen from a list of reaper overw*tch player usernames, which is important context
I love her 'ware and I love her enthusiasm.
This whole concept rocks, though. I have no idea what "full contact" paintball entails but I'm fascinated. Does the league accept drakes, competing in drake form? Because my drake Northstar would *leap* at the opportunity to get involved in that if so. (and probably get the snot beaten out of her in the process; she's fast, lucky, and stubborn but far from the sturdiest of runners)
She'll fence your loot, but will also try to sign you up to her unlicensed full contact paintball league.
cruelty is so easy. youre not special for choosing it
A genuinely inspiring piece.
I can't remember if it was included in the form I sent when commissioning it, but it really nails this note I made when thinking about what I wanted to ask for:
Northstar (human) looking at themselves in the mirror. The spectre of species euphoria hangs over them, flexing and grinning as if the problems of tomorrow are no concern.
"Chin up, miseryguts," the apparition in the mirror seemed to say. "You're a novahot babe of a dragoness who can melt steel like it's soybutter."
A commission for @compulsivecurios of their drake, Northstar. They've also written a lovely little microfic (quoted in the caption) which you can read here!
Revisited an old guy, now he's PROPER STYLISH
Large cushions and comfortable rugs adorn the hardwood floor before the roaring hearth. Steam drifts from a freshly filled pot of tea. Stay a while, perhaps. [Mostly reblogs of art and other things I think are neat.]
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