So I was given a drawing tablet for Christmas. It's been quite the learning curve, but I feel like I'm getting the hang of it since I'm used to my display "tablet" that I've used for the past few years.
So- I drew my DnD characters of course lol
I drew Nom, my Gnome Bard (college of spirits)/Paladin (Going to be oath of vengeance). And he's been going through a.... Rough time. So he's not looking too happy.
And last night I drew my Curse of Strahd PC, Finnigan and his bat familiar Fidelis. He has also been going through a particularly rough time. But it's Curse of Strahd lol. He is doomed by the narrative but by God he is going to fight as hard as he can...
I'll probably ramble more about their campaigns at some point. But those deserve their own posts. My lovely DM has been fantastic and I need to do him justice in sharing his hard work properly.
This one gave me some serious writer's block, but I'm mostly happy with how this turned out!
It's moreso emotional whump than anything. But it kinda explains the start of Nom's adventure, and touches a little on his fucked up mindset going into future sessions >:3c
CONTAINS: severe self esteem issues, minor character death (mentioned, not described), lack of self worth leading into not caring if you live or die/being reckless (mention, not described)
@icyheart-and-friends (the lovely dm, and Kavius and Mantra belong to them) @emmettnet (Dirk, who is mentioned at the end, belongs to him)
Nom would never admit it, but he had never quite figured out how to live for himself. Even from a fairly young age. True he always had some reason or another… But never for himself.
First his purpose was to make his parents proud. Failing that… He lived for the days his closest friends invited him out to do things. Mantra, Kavius, and Alithea kept him afloat in his loneliness. Kept him from drowning or going adrift. But then Mantra and Kavius left home to become adventurers… And Alithea’s visits from the sea became fewer and further between…
So he threw himself into his writing. Book after book stealing him away from soul crushing reality word by word. In his books he could write about all the adventures he could never have. All the friends he could never meet. The heroes he could never be… Until he suddenly could. Thanks to the will of the deity of stories himself offering Nom an adventure of his very own.
He left home the very next day to join Mantra and Kavius’ party. At last! He could stay with his friends and protect them! He could be useful!
So it came as quite a shock to him when Mantra took a mortal wound meant for him instead… He watched his friend slip away in his arms as he could do nothing. He would be the first of many.
And somehow along the line this purpose… This clinging need became twisted.
He now kept people at a distance. Knowing one way, one day he’d fail them. It was best for him to stay alone. Despite his aching need to be wanted… To have friends. Despite this… Nom had grown fond of the sassy fire genasi named Dirk that had stuck by him. Had grown fond of the back and forth. The comfort of a friend that he didn’t have to wait for.
And he’d do anything to protect him. Even if that meant dredging up parts of himself best left dead. Even if that meant he ended up dead… It wouldn't be the first time.
Because, after all… He lived for his friends. And he was so, so tired of his story stealing his purpose away.
Nom! I honestly didn't really change anything? I just added his piercings, gloves, gills, and updated his sword for the first image. But otherwise he stayed the same. Just redrawn in my current style.
Nom is my pc in @icyheart-and-friends's dnd campaign (currently on hiatus)
(with @emmettnet and @fyrnnicular as the other players)
Decided it was about time for an update. My style had simply changed far too much and I want to provide as accurate representation as possible. As well as making it look a little nicer/clear!
I didn't change the prices though, so that's all the same. (And if you want, I am still willing to do my chibi style at a flatrate of $10 fullbody/color/clean lines.)
Will do:
fanart
ocs
ships
humanoids
monsters
whump
dnd
pride/lgbtq+
slightly suggestive, but not explicit (must be 18+)
Won't do:
Furries/fursonas (not because I don't like ya, just because it's not my strong suit)
mecha/complex armor
pretty much anything offensive. use common sense
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examples of my work, including those in the above chart, below the cut
and as always, if you have questions, don't hesitate to ask
42. When was the last time they said “I love you” to someone and why? for Nox / 1. Who was the last person to hurt your character? / for Nom / 23. What’s their favorite way to relax? for Octavian
Nox:
It takes him a moment to think. "I'm not usually the type to get mushy like that. But those kind of words have it's own kind of power. Especially from a cupid." He Chuckles.
"If I remember correctly I think the last time must have been just before Dayzel left. When I-" He pauses before continuing, choosing his words carefully. "Made a mistake. And Dayzel was... Rather upset with me."
Nom:
Nom shrugs his shoulders. "Honestly I've stopped keeping track at this point." He offers a smile that seems almost off putting considering his words. "I'm used to being hurt by now so it's no use to keep track or score. Whatever happens, happens."
"Though, if we're being real here, it was probably myself. Getting into trouble or not paying attention where I'm going." He laughs and awkwardly rubs the back of his neck.
Octavian:
"Oh, that's a good question!" He taps his chin in thought. He gets a cheeky grin after a moment.
"Well, there are many ways I love to relax. But of course nothing can beat a nice bath, before snuggling up with my angel."
This is pretty vague, but brain goes brr with Alithea going feral to protect Nom, whose so used to being the protector!
More comfort that whump, but implied murder attempt, minor off screen character death (implied and not described), implied past torture.
Nom was used to bullies. He was used to standing up for those who needed it. He was used to being the shield against the flurry of blows meant to break people down.
So as he knelt on the ground, battered, bloody, and trembling... He found himself feeling a little lost.
Alithea stood above him, fending off his would-be-killers, with a vicious ferocity that he'd never quite seen from her before. A look of determination and wrath swirling together in her eyes and twisting her lips into a grin. Sometimes he found it easy to forget his girlfriend was very good at being a killer pirate... To anyone else it would probably have been terrifying. Which, to be fair, was the point. But Nom couldn't help feeling like he was the safest place in the world. Fear nowhere in his expression.
He closed his eyes and waited for the sounds to stop. Trusting Alithea entirely. He flinched, but just barely, as he felt her familiar hand find it's way to his shoulder. Felt the vibration in the ground next to him as she too knelt beside him and engulfed him in her arms. Hugging him so tightly.
He let out a silent sob, still unable to fully use his voice. His small and shaky hands slowly reaching out to grasp her now blood stained shirt and pull her even closer. Finally allowing his tears to fall and soak her shirt. He'd apologize later... But for now he was safe, hidden from the cruelty of the world by his best friend. Her hand stroking the back of his head and running her fingers through his tangled and knotted hair, as she softly soothed him.
