oneluckydragon
oneluckydragon
one-lucky-dragon
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Just a lonely artist. I like iced coffee and video games. Looking for those good vibes.
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oneluckydragon · 1 month ago
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I know you,
I walked with you once upon a dream.
I know you,
That look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.
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oneluckydragon · 1 month ago
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The tags killing me on the spot
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Catch me getting emotional in my work cubicle because someone sweet on the interwebs liked my fanart 🩷✨
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@rusty-eevee
Venus is pretty cool 🌒✨
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oneluckydragon · 1 month ago
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@rusty-eevee
Venus is pretty cool 🌒✨
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oneluckydragon · 1 month ago
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@oneluckydragon HI :33
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oneluckydragon · 1 month ago
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me, myself and i
[@oneluckydragon]
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oneluckydragon · 1 month ago
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HIII IVE WANTED TO DRAW YOUR EEVEELUTION GIRLIES FOR AWHILE…. ( @aimervee @i-never-forgot @oneluckydragon )
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^^^ dwarf eeveelution in awe of her elder eeveelution sisters(n momiana)
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oneluckydragon · 1 month ago
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Tongues and Teeth [PMD ANIMATION/ANIMATIC]
(THIS TOOK ME LIKE A WEEKKK IM SO HAPPY HOW IT TURNED OUTT.)(BEHOLD MY SAD LITTLE PUPPIES AND THEIR FUCKED UP GHOST FATHER)
[Reblogs VERY much appreciated but not obligated!! I normally never ask but!!! I worked very hard on this!]
#wait WAIT **WAIT** hold up HOLD **UP** no one told me FUJI MADE AN ANIMATION WHY AM I JUST SEEING THIS RIGHT NOW#TUMBLR WHY DIDN'T YOU NOTIFY ME YOU HAD ONE JOB#been back exactly (1) day and you have the absolute NERVE to literally BLAST ME WITH THIS PERFECTION I WAS NOT READY#I don't even know where to start the first few frames flew by and my mind completely blanked and my heart flat-lined#1) amazing song choice (mwuah)#2) i've been gone so long apparently you went through an entire animator arc without me and I AM SO PROUD OF YOUR PROGRESS **WHAT EVEN**#3) how dare you make this utterly soul shattering / yet so very healing like some sort of wicked cocktail manufactured to destroy me#3+) that last purple frame of dusknoir holding both aimilios and ribbons ripped out my heart and then curb stomped it into jello#3++) THEN THAT FINAL PINK FRAME OF THEM CUDDLING AND SLEEPING TOGETHER; THE TRUST THE LOVE THE MENDING BONDS;;; I'M????#4) I need to study every single frame of this masterpiece and literally HANG SOME ON MY WALL (time to use my new printer hell yeah boi)#5) Fuji. I love you. I love you I love you I love you. The bright/vibrant colors THE CAMERA MOVEMENT the lineweights and the POSING#6) I'm afraid that I'm going rabid as I type this EXCUSE ME I haven't even MENTIONED the Future Trio section MY LIFE IS CHANGED NOW#I've missed this; I've missed you Fuji; this is the BEST welcome back gift I've ever coincidentally received and I'M LIVING RN#moot art#FAV TAG#ART INSPO
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oneluckydragon · 1 month ago
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For my moots.
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oneluckydragon · 1 month ago
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I know you,
I walked with you once upon a dream.
I know you,
That look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.
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oneluckydragon · 9 months ago
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You are not insignificant. Did you know that there are mutuals waiting for you to come in here every day?
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oneluckydragon · 9 months ago
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Our Adventure
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oneluckydragon · 9 months ago
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Umbreon -- rika
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oneluckydragon · 9 months ago
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✨🌸 Sunshine on your skin, flowers in my soul 🌸✨
🌊🫧Summary → In the midst of his reconciliation with Team Wish, Dusknoir begins coughing up flowers. This unfortunate brand of bad luck should be a cosmic joke. A spiteful punishment that the world has brought down on him out of malice, out of vengeance for his past deeds. A cruel, agonizing curse manifested with the single unjustified purpose of preventing him from realizing happiness, ever seeking redemption, ever righting his multitudes of wrongs and moving on with his life. But that's not true, and he knows it deep down. Knows it in the very core of his soul like the flood of petals building in this throat.
This is his fault because he is a coward, and that's all he has ever been. A backstabbing, lonely coward.
And now he is going to die because of it.
[AO3]
[CH. I -- Word Count -- 13,290]
🌒💫 Return → the act of going back to a place, person, or memory
[CH. II -- TBA]
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oneluckydragon · 9 months ago
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opposing views
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oneluckydragon · 9 months ago
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For a New Life (Without you.)
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oneluckydragon · 9 months ago
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✨🌸 Sunshine on your skin, flowers in my soul 🌸✨
🌊🫧Summary → In the midst of his reconciliation with Team Wish, Dusknoir begins coughing up flowers. This unfortunate brand of bad luck should be a cosmic joke. A spiteful punishment that the world has brought down on him out of malice, out of vengeance for his past deeds. A cruel, agonizing curse manifested with the single unjustified purpose of preventing him from realizing happiness, ever seeking redemption, ever righting his multitudes of wrongs and moving on with his life. But that's not true, and he knows it deep down. Knows it in the very core of his soul like the flood of petals building in this throat.
This is his fault because he is a coward, and that's all he has ever been. A backstabbing, lonely coward.
And now he is going to die because of it.
[AO3]
[CH. I -- Word Count -- 13,290]
🌒💫 Return → the act of going back to a place, person, or memory
[CH. II -- TBA]
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oneluckydragon · 9 months ago
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hoooooo boy. just finished reading the first chapter of your recent fic and i am plagued with a thousand thoughts, all of which i am going to ramble onto you for the funsies. prepare thyself
dusknoir's guilt and innermost dilemma is one that i can eat and drink up like fine wine because there is something in the way you wrote him that is just amazing. a ghost who experiences warmth, kinship, feelings he had not felt in years, and it breaks something within him. it tears apart the roots of which he had so begrudgingly grown within himself for the sake of self preservation, like a farmer in a garden full of weeds. to be appreciated, to be loved, to be needed, to have one's presence welcomed, that his opinion matters most, it almost makes him turn over. but to every pleasantry comes pain. to every pride comes foil. to every bright day comes a raging storm. dusknoir thinks of himself as he undeserves it all. how long had his mind schemed over wishing he could burn up his grass-type comrades, all before he regained a mortal heart that kills him for thinking so? how much had he wanted and waited for grovyle to bear his vulnerable hide for him to sic and melt him, to wear him like a loose suit and follow suit to ensure that nothing shall stand in his way, only to be stopped in his tracks when his mind triumphed over his self preservation? oh, how the mighty have fallen. greatness reduced to rubble. a roman empire brushed as if it was dust. dusknoir is afraid, for he is loved by those whom should not love him. and when he finally meets face to face with someone whos ire is justified, when he looks at echo in the eye and waits impending doom and judgement, he is granted nothing. not the pain-splitting hatred he believed he would receive, he is toyed with. no reaction. hucker down and *beg* for the scorn, you filthy man. and even when sora reacts in justification to his presence, it pangs harder when grovyle and celebi jump to defend his aid. undeserving, unworthy, yet it still continues. all this support, for all the bridges he had burned. comical. funny. *hilarious*, even. he does not deserve this. a second chance, the gift of life, and the gift of knowing the right from the wrong. but he gets it. for he is still mortal. and he is deserving of change, one he will have to work up from the ground, loath of the self aside. he will have to know the hurt of which he has caused, see it face to face and watch as it threatens to pluck his eye out. and even with echo's proposal given, it almost feels too-good-too-fast. it all happened all too fast, yet the memories loop in his mind in slow motion. gotta relish the ever-so mesmerizing play he constructed out of everyone, after all. actors long tired, long burned out by his own foolish. both metaphorically, and *literally.* at least he knows what to do now. even if it's the most painful thing he will do. this too shall pass, like the leaves in the wind.
@mt-travaii Sinnoh beating me over the head with a steel chair (affectionately)!!!
I am so, so immensely relieved that the way I've written Dusknoir seems to be liked thus far. And having you take the time to write out your feelings and tell me that you enjoyed my portrayal of him makes my heart go crazy!!
Gosh gosh GOSH the way you've broken him down into his most basic essence in this ask. I am speechless. I don't even know what to write, if I'm entirely honest. You always manage to peek directly into my brain, Sinnoh. It's like magic.
I have been trying my best to write Dusknoir as someone who's security blanket (his immense ego, his meticulously crafted persona, the strategic emotional crutch he mentally developed like a protective barrier to cope with his life serving Dialga, enduring that torture day after day after day) has been ripped away from him and now he is forced to adapt, to become someone completely new from what bare bones remain of his true self-- and that someone has to be honest, has to care about his partners that have chosen to stick by his side, has to prove that his life was worth saving and that he isn't a waste of space. That it wasn't a mistake that he was revived.
It was easy for him to pretend these things before, to lie and cheat his way into friendships for his own personal gain. But now he can't lie. It isn't for his own gain, it's because he truly desires to be around his friends. It has to be real-- and that scares him. Because he's never been real a day in his life and he's certain that everything is going to blow up in his face. (He wants them near, he wants them near so badly, but he's afraid, so afraid to tell them so because what if they scorn his vulnerability? Laugh at his need to keep them close? What if he bears his soul, holds his life out to them in his hands, and they choose to crush it? He could not take it. He would break.)
Now, I enjoy classic egotistical/witty/confident/sly Dusknoir just as much as everyone else, and maybe he'll regain some of that haughty confidence eventually. But at least right now, without his mask to hide behind, he's unprepared and exposed and has no idea what to do with his current emotional crisis because he's completely inexperienced.
AND GOSH. I can't even express how accurate your examination of Dusknoir and his interactions with Echo, Sora, Grovyle, and Celebi are in comparison to my literal ideas while I was writing. I JUST CANNOT!!! I have nothing to build on regarding what you wrote. It's perfect. It's beyond perfect. <3
I'm gonna reread this ask 5 more times and lie down face first on the floor. Thank u Sinnoh!!!
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