#DDAU

[triptychcryptid]

Heeey, I did a thing! This is the first meeting of DD Stan and @tinfoil-jones 's Jerk Ford. This would be a little over a year after THE PORTALING. Stan had been marooned on a dinosaur planet for a year after he crash-landed the ship he "found." He fucking hates that planet so much. XD I'm putting this up here because I don't have, nor care to make an AO3 account. XD Big thanks to TJ for giving feedback and supplying diologue and reactions for Jerk Ford, and coming up with this with me!

Also, I haven't WRITTEN written anything in over 10 years. I'm a bit rusty. XD

(Woof, did this entire thing on my phone. XD As per custom, here's your @, @localcanadiancreature62.)

STAN PINES, SEPTEMBER 1983

DIMENSION DESIGNATION: H512'12

Stan looked at his ship, sighing in frustration. He couldn't believe he finally, FINALLY got off the godforsaken fucking Dinosaur Planet just to crash-land. Again.

Fuck.

Well, it wasn't HIS fault he didn't ACTUALLY know how to fly a spaceship. A year ago, he didn't even know any of this was possible. It's a miracle he managed to get the damned thing in the air, honestly. That could be counted as an accomplishment, right?

...GODDAMNIT. Where the fuck even was he?

He'd crashed a few miles outside of a city, but he had no idea what planet this was. It looked pretty...modern. Hopefully this one wasn't run by bitchy velociraptors with giant sticks up their asses. Speaking of Velociraptors...

Stan looked down at his throbbing leg, and the blood soaking through his jeans. Yep, that tracks. Great, his wound got ripped open. Fantastic.

Becoming more vexed by the minute, he took his torn, stained and faded hoodie off and ripped off the left sleeve, and wrapped it around the wound. His Archaeopteryx, Stevie, currently the size of a parrot, perched on the ground beside him, giving him anxious chirps.

"No, hon, I'll be okay. Don't worry about Dad. It's just a Velociraptor scratch. Fuckin' Gene, that dick. 'Please keep your Cycad plants trimmed back, Stan. Oooh, looks like your grass is getting tall. My wife can see into your house, Stan. Can you put up a curtain?'" He said in a mocking tone. "Well MAYBE Sharon should keep her goddamn eyes to herself! You think I didn't notice she was CONVENIENTLY doing dishes at the exact time I was bathing myself and washing my ONE FUCKING OUTFIT BECAUSE I COULDN'T GET ANY MORE CLOTHES ON THAT PLANET?!" Stan's voice became louder until he was yelling. Stevie stared at him and let out a single chirp.

"...Yeah, you're right. I'm just mad because I crashed, AGAIN. And I...think I cracked a rib. And I'm pretty sure that cut I got from Gene is getting infected. That nasty little shit and his dirty fucking claws. Clean your nails, Gene!" Stevie hissed at him. Stan sighed.

"Right. Hey, hand me my backpack, Kiddo." Stevie grabbed his large black backpack in her claws and flew it up to him. He slung it gingerly over his left shoulder, wincing in pain. Stevie perched on his shoulder and pressed her beak to the side of his head, chirping softly. Stan reached up and gently scritched her head as he began walking toward the city. As they neared it, Stevie squawked and ruffled her feathers.

"No, I'm fine. I don't need a hospital." She squawked angrilly at him. "Okay, JESUS. If it'll make you feel better, go see if there's a hospital here. NOT a vet clinic! I refuse to get treated by another Compy Veterinarian. He did NOT know how to anesthetize humans. I. Felt. EVERYTHING." Stevie chirped, then flew off toward mass of buildings ahead of him, leaving Stan alone. In a strange city. On a strange planet. He watched Stevie shift to the size of a Great Dane as she weaved in and out of buildings.

Stan walked along a sidewalk, dodging the few people who were out, hoping Stevie would come back soon. Meanwhile, maybe he'd go find some food. Or new clothes. He was NOT looking forward to the looks of disdain he knew he'd get at his long, frizzy, curly hair and full, unkempt beard. You try living on a humid ass dinosaur planet with NO shampoo or barbers.

A shop door opened ahead of him, and out walked a man who was about his height with brown hair. He was looking at a device in his hand, the light from it reflecting off of his...glasses.

Oh god. Oh fuck.

Stan could recognize that stupid fucking face anywhere. It was his face.

A flood of emotions washed over Stan as he stopped in his tracks. Pain, anger, and annoyingly, a modicum of HAPPINESS at seeing his brother again, a familiar face after being marooned by himself on an alien planet for a year. Oh fuck that! Happy? Why the fuck should he be HAPPY to see the piece of shit that left him for dead in Space?!

His brother looked up with a scowl on his face, but didn't react. He almost seemed to be looking through Stan, as if Stan was an obstacle.

FUCK. THAT.

"What are you doing here , Fucker?!" Stan yelled, his pain forgotten as he marched up to him and blocked the other man's path.

Stanford PJC311 became instantly visibly annoyed at the obstruction.

"Not stinking up the place like you are. What the fuck do YOU think, BITCH?!" He spat out, immediately matching Stan's aggression. Stan snarled and snatched a fistful of Stanford's trenchcoat, gripping the lapels so hard his knuckles were turning white.

"What the fuck did you just say to me, shithead?!" He growls, enraged at this petulant piece of shit. Who the fuck does he think he is?! He thinks he can talk to Stan like that after what he did?!

Something gave him a second of pause, though. The way Ford spoke was...odd. It was faster than usual. The way he said the words sounded less...pretentious. The inflections were different. And was that...a bit of their Jersey accent he caught? The same accent that Ford worked SO hard to hide in High School because he didn't want to sound stupid? And since when did Ford insult people like that?

Stanford shoved a hand against Stan's chest to push him away. "If you're looking for 'your' Ford, it isn't me. So get lost. Or, judging by that look on your face, even more lost."

Stan scoffed loudly, his anger rising even more. "Fuck you and your delusional, manipulative bullshit, Stanford. I just spent a year getting chased, almost eaten, and treated like shit by ACTUAL FUCKING DINOSAURS because of you, so go fuck yourself!" Stanford looked unamused by Stan's outburst.

"What, you want me to feel bad for you? We've all been through some shit out here. I've got my own problems to deal with." He placed the device in his hand into one of the pockets of his trenchcoat, then reached into the other and pulled out a different device. He pushed a button and the device scanned Stan, then clicked.

"But if it'll shut your whiny ass up, right now we are in Dimension-50; it says here on this scanner that your dimensional frequency is H512'12. You are not in your original dimension, which is Dimension-H512'12. If it's easier for you to understand; you're in a whole different universe than one you came from.

You're mistaking me for your Stanford. And that's gonna happen a lot, because hundreds of us were exiled into the multiverse about a year ago. I'm guessing you're one of those variants of Stanley who switched places. Not as common, but not unheard of."

"Now leave me alone, I'm not gonna entertain some temper tantrum." Stan stopped, inwardly reeling from this information. He was hesitant to believe this jackass; how did he know this wasn't his brother and was just fucking with him? But..the way he talked was very unlike his Ford. And his entire demeanor was weird. Maybe ...maybe he WAS a different Stanford. Stan could feel the anger subside as panic seeped in to fill the void. Not wanting to let this dickwad know that Stan was...considering what he was saying, he flipped Stanford off and shoved past him.

What a sobering thought. There were more Fords? This one was such a dick. What if...what if the other ones were worse? Were there Fords that would kill him? What would they do to Stevie? Would they treat her like a fucking science experiment? Would they sacrifice her to that stupid triangle?

How was he going to get out of here?

Stan turned a corner into an alleyway, took his backpack off, dropping it to the ground, and slumped against a wall as he finally succumbed to the sleep deprivation, paranoia and fear that had been threatening to rise to the surface for a year. He swallowed against the painful knot in his throat.

What if he never got home? Even if he did find home, would it be his home? Would it be filled with monsters? What if he found his family, but they weren't his family? What if he found his home, but it wasn't right? Some nightmare version of his home?

He startled at the feeling of a cold, scaley beak gently pressing against his head. Suddenly, he was aware of his own heavy, clipped breathing. He took a few deep, shakey breaths before addressing Stevie. He put on a small, false smile. It didn't reach his eyes.

"Hey Kiddo. You find anything?" Stevie squawked softly at him and pushed some gauze, disinfectant, bandaids ibuprofin and some water at him. Stan chuckled. "The hospital's a block away, huh? Yeah, I don't think I'm gonna make it there today. Thanks, Sweetie, this'll be good for now."

Stan stood up shakily, took the sleeve off of his leg, undid his pants and shoved them down past the wound. He was long past being embarrassed about 'public nudity'. He grabbed the disinfectant, removed the seal, and poured it over the wound, hissing through clenched teeth. Then he grabbed the gauze and began wrapping his leg.

Once he was done, he pulled his pants back up and opened the bottle of ibuprofin, popping a couple and downing them with a few gulps of water. He left the cap off and offered the rest of the water to Stevie. She chirped at him, shaking her feathers.

"Stevie, you haven't had any water since we left, either. Come on." Stevie looked at him, then shifted size so she was small enough to stick her beak in and drink. "Good girl." Stan said, slumping back against the wall and closing his eyes as he waited for the ibuprofin to kick in.

Stevie finished the water, set Stan's backback upright against the wall, then shifted to a larger size as she perched on the edge of a dumpster next to Stan, so that she could survey the area and keep Stan's safe.

Later that night, Stevie awoke to the sound of rustling. She looked around blearily and saw a man who sortof looked like her Dad but was wearing weird clothes kneeling down in front of her Dad's backpack. Her Dad was still asleep against the wall. She let out a quiet, curious chirp. The man who looked like her dad pulled a dead rat out of his labcoat poket and tossed it at Stevie.

Stevie caught the rat in her claws and inspected it. Ooo, treats! She gripped it and ripped the head off, swallowing it whole as she eyed the Not Dad rubbing leaves all over her Dad's backpack. She tilted her head curiously as she ripped parts of the body off and swallowed. Not Dad finished what he was doing and left.

Stevie went up to the backpack and investigated it. It smelled a little familiar, but she couldn't place it. She chirped, then flew back to the dumpster to keep watch until her Dad woke up. She wasn't going to fall asleep again. She wasn't. She was going to watch her Dad and not fall asleep.

The next morning, Stevie was woken by Stan gently scritching her head. Stan had his backpack on and looked like he was ready to go. "Stevie, let's get going, hon. My rib's really fucking bugging me." Stevie chirped and fluttered over to his shoulder.

As Stan walked, he began to notice some itching on his back. He ignored it for a bit, but the more he walked and sweat, the more it itched. He reached back under his shirt to scratch and his nails ran over a series of raised bumps. As he scratched, his back itched more. Then he noticed itching on his fingertips, too.

"God, what the FUCK!" He yelled, ripping off his backpack as the itching became quickly unbearable.

Oooh, poison Sumac. That's what that was. That was a rare treat back home. Stevie picked Stan and his backpack up and flew him the rest of the way to the hospital.

[disassemblydragonsau]

ohhh they stuck :333

(CLICK 4 BETTER QUALITY, TUMBLR LOVES TO CRUNCH MY ART <\3)

First finished piece for this au :ooo omggg so crazy maybe motivation and I are finally remarrying <3

[zethsdumpster]

New au based on an anime I liked quite a lot when I was a teen (Dog Days)

Anime's summary: protag-kun gets summoned to another world by a dog-eared princess to be her country's hero its a world where the countries and citizens have pastry-themed names, and each country has certain types of animal people, the countries also have protecting wards to keep monsters away hero-kun is summoned to fight in a war, but the wars are literally just an sports events with magic stuff so people can't die, dog princess chose him cuz she used an interdimensional thingy and watched him participate in an America ninja warrior-style thing and did awesomely (he did not win first place tho, he lost to -i think was either his cousin or childhood friend- and she's summoned by the cat kingdom to be their hero in the second season. in the third, the squirrel dukedom joins the wars and summon one of protag's friends tho she's no athlete, she gets to use magic-tech)

So

the ASL brothers are the heroes that get summoned by the different countries also, the citizens who "die" in the war become furballs and are taken to be treated/rest until they can join again if they want, except the important characters, those get their clothes torn

Germa is the kingdom of the cat people, ruled by Sora (Judge was exiled after trying to experiment on their kids) , they're neighbours with Alabasta (rodents) and Whitebeard (dogs) there are, ofc, other countries but these 3 are the ones that matter and the ones that participate the most in the war games the first to be summoned is Luffy by Alabasta's princess Vivi, they've been in a losing streak and are desperate, so hero time it is the Whitebeard gets Ace and, lastly, Sora gets Sabo Germa and Whitebeard had been absolutely dominating the war games

Until Alabasta brought Luffy Ichiji and Ace met at the war game, ofc, Ace had had the intention of going straight for Luffy but Ichiji got in the way and they were pretty evenly matched, tho Ace ultimately won having been the first to ever tear Ichiji's armour -and clothes- off, giving the Germa -and just all- citizens the fan service they've always wanted -and winning himself Niji's undying hatred-

The brothers get to learn that not all in that world is fun and games when it's time to free Dressrosa but after they do Dressrosa joins in the war game and ends up summoning their own hero, their sister, Uta Oh, yeah, and Dressrosa citizens are mostly sheep and the like

Sora is also a bit of a tech nerd-mad scientist, she's just not that into doing human experimentation or weapons of mass destruction she rather make tech-advanced raid suits and spyware a la Totally Spies the raid suits are supposed to be nearly indestructible so the whole "Ace accidentally burning off Ichiji's clothes on international tv" (because the war games are televised, I think I forgot to mention that lmao, there are commentators and all that jazz) incident was a bit of a shock and Niji will have Ace pay for it, preferably with his life lmao

Robin would be a delight as a commentator actually, she works as an archivist/historian (she does fieldwork as an archaeologist/anthropologist) at Alabasta's royal palace but always makes time to be a presenter at the war games and appreciates Franky's (and Galey-la's crew) effort on designing and making the game's fields}

Now, back to acechiji

Ace keeps accidentally burning off Ichiji's uniforms despite how many adjustments and upgrades Sora does to them and is growing convinced that it must be on purpose theif powers come from god-blessed treasures that respond to their wills and desires which is why Ace's fire keeps accidentally burning off Ichiji's raid suits he does want him nakey but it isn't his intention to leave him nakey on international tv lmao

Ichiji starts aiming to burn off Ace's clothes in revenge but Ace has no shame and has won more times than Ichiji has + Ichiji ends up getting embarrassed if he overdoes it and helps Ace over his privates

All the siblings (+ Ace) also start bringing an extra something for Ichiji to cover himself Ichiji just trying to take them both down but Ace has no problem letting it all hang out lmao Sabo daring him to see who gets censored more on live tv

The moment either of them start moving the show editors have their fingers on the audio censor (for Sabo’s swearing) or image blur (if Ace’s outfit dissolves again)

the worst part is that Ichiji is the only victim of Ace's burning-clothes technique germa citizens love and hate in equal measure this fact and Ace suffers cuz no-one believes that it really isn't his intention to do that (in public)

Sabo keeps scolding him and apologizing to the Vinsmokes on his behalf

Marco: don't you think it's enough? I'm starting to feel bad for the poor boy

Ace, crying on the floor: IT'S NOT ON PURPOSE

his own fire is getting in the way of wooing Ichiji (and then there's Niji) meanwhile Nika is probably laughing in the distance -he is the god who blessed these treasures- it'll take a while but Ace will succeed Ichiji easily fell for his charms but his bruised pride gets in the way

the animal peaple also have omegaverse tendencies, for example, they go into heats

picture -> Ichiji going into heat and getting all handsy with Ace and rubbing against him in public and Ace is flattered but also incredibly flustered and confused until Ichiji is dragged away by his brothers so he can have his heat in peace and someone explains the whole heats ordeal to Ace

[glassesblu]

My Submas doodle sketchdump!

Im really attached to these AUs eheh <3

[pink-lost-chao]

Working on my AU

[spoiledbrat217]

Just Pre-ordered my copy of Double Hearted Volume 1 ❤️ I wasn’t sure if I’d have the money and I’m lowkey sad to not be able to get the limited edition mother spore stuff 💔 But hopefully we’ll get more mother spore stuff in the future and if not I can doodle my own poster XD

[femboyclownpierce]

While trying to sleep the heat of the day away, Bdubs is woken up by a strange black cat yowling its lungs off who leads him to a half-dead stranger.

[loquaciousjampire]

DDAU! NSH and Hunter

yeah gijinka iterator au made by @kalzulsolstice

Very normal cat. Give him pats

[i-love-sweet-william]

it has been over two years since I made a public post on the ddau but it's still there. anyway Neibolt Richie is incapable of normal communication

thank you hands for giving me this sudden gift. maybe someday I will give proper context

[hazelnutsummer]

Madoka ddau; Tumble Tumbling

Turns out crime may not be the only thing on Scar’s plate

Get your context 💥 here 💥

[solixfliar]

“It's What I Signed Up For”

Fanart of @hazelnutsummer's Madoka Magica Desertduo AU :D

I'm literally so obsessed with it rahhh

[tinfoil-jones]

Fun fact: Jerk Ford and his Stanley are not allergic to / do not react to the urushiol found in poison oak, ivy, and sumac.

Less Fun Fact: Of course Jerk Ford uses that for evil shenanigans.

Heeey, I did a thing! This is the first meeting of DD Stan and @tinfoil-jones 's Jerk Ford. This would be a little over a year after THE PORTALING. Stan had been marooned on a dinosaur planet for a year after he crash-landed the ship he "found." He fucking hates that planet so much. XD I'm putting this up here because I don't have, nor care to make an AO3 account. XD Big thanks to TJ for giving feedback and supplying diologue and reactions for Jerk Ford!

Also, I haven't WRITTEN written anything in over 10 years. I'm a bit rusty. XD

(Woof, did this entire thing on my phone. XD As per custom, here's your @, @localcanadiancreature62.)

STAN PINES, SEPTEMBER 1983

DIMENSION DESIGNATION: H512'12

Stan looked at his ship, sighing in frustration. He couldn't believe he finally, FINALLY got off the godforsaken fucking Dinosaur Planet just to crash-land. Again.

Fuck.

Well, it wasn't HIS fault he didn't ACTUALLY know how to fly a spaceship. A year ago, he didn't even know any of this was possible. It's a miracle he managed to get the damned thing in the air, honestly. That could be counted as an accomplishment, right?

...GODDAMNIT. Where the fuck even was he?

He'd crashed a few miles outside of a city, but he had no idea what planet this was. It looked pretty...modern. Hopefully this one wasn't run by bitchy velociraptors with giant sticks up their asses. Speaking of Velociraptors...

Stan looked down at his throbbing leg, and the blood soaking through his jeans. Yep, that tracks. Great, his wound got ripped open. Fantastic.

Becoming more vexed by the minute, he took his torn, stained and faded hoodie off and ripped off the left sleeve, and wrapped it around the wound. His Archaeopteryx, Stevie, currently the size of a parrot, perched on the ground beside him, giving him anxious chirps.

"No, hon, I'll be okay. Don't worry about Dad. It's just a Velociraptor scratch. Fuckin' Gene, that dick. 'Please keep your Cycad plants trimmed back, Stan. Oooh, looks like your grass is getting tall. My wife can see into your house, Stan. Can you put up a curtain?'" He said in a mocking tone. "Well MAYBE Sharon should keep her goddamn eyes to herself! You think I didn't notice she was CONVENIENTLY doing dishes at the exact time I was bathing myself and washing my ONE FUCKING OUTFIT BECAUSE I COULDN'T GET ANY MORE CLOTHES ON THAT PLANET?!" Stan's voice became louder until he was yelling. Stevie stared at him and let out a single chirp.

"...Yeah, you're right. I'm just mad because I crashed, AGAIN. And I...think I cracked a rib. And I'm pretty sure that cut I got from Gene is getting infected. That nasty little shit and his dirty fucking claws. Clean your nails, Gene!" Stevie hissed at him. Stan sighed.

"Right. Hey, hand me my backpack, Kiddo." Stevie grabbed his large black backpack in her claws and flew it up to him. He slung it gingerly over his left shoulder, wincing in pain. Stevie perched on his shoulder and pressed her beak to the side of his head, chirping softly. Stan reached up and gently scritched her head as he began walking toward the city. As they neared it, Stevie squawked and ruffled her feathers.

"No, I'm fine. I don't need a hospital." She squawked angrilly at him. "Okay, JESUS. If it'll make you feel better, go see if there's a hospital here. NOT a vet clinic! I refuse to get treated by another Compy Veterinarian. He did NOT know how to anesthetize humans. I. Felt. EVERYTHING." Stevie chirped, then flew off toward mass of buildings ahead of him, leaving Stan alone. In a strange city. On a strange planet. He watched Stevie shift to the size of a Great Dane as she weaved in and out of buildings.

Stan walked along a sidewalk, dodging the few people who were out, hoping Stevie would come back soon. Meanwhile, maybe he'd go find some food. Or new clothes. He was NOT looking forward to the looks of disdain he knew he'd get at his long, frizzy, curly hair and full, unkempt beard. You try living on a humid ass dinosaur planet with NO shampoo or barbers.

A shop door opened ahead of him, and out walked a man who was about his height with brown hair. He was looking at a device in his hand, the light from it reflecting off of his...glasses.

Oh god. Oh fuck.

Stan could recognize that stupid fucking face anywhere. It was his face.

A flood of emotions washed over Stan as he stopped in his tracks. Pain, anger, and annoyingly, a modicum of HAPPINESS at seeing his brother again, a familiar face after being marooned by himself on an alien planet for a year. Oh fuck that! Happy? Why the fuck should he be HAPPY to see the piece of shit that left him for dead in Space?!

His brother looked up with a scowl on his face, but didn't react. He almost seemed to be looking through Stan, as if Stan was an obstacle.

FUCK. THAT.

"What are you doing here , Fucker?!" Stan yelled, his pain forgotten as he marched up to him and blocked the other man's path.

Stanford PJC311 became instantly visibly annoyed at the obstruction.

"Not stinking up the place like you are. What the fuck do YOU think, BITCH?!" He spat out, immediately matching Stan's aggression. Stan snarled and snatched a fistful of Stanford's trenchcoat, gripping the lapels so hard his knuckles were turning white.

"What the fuck did you just say to me, shithead?!" He growls, enraged at this petulant piece of shit. Who the fuck does he think he is?! He thinks he can talk to Stan like that after what he did?!

Something gave him a second of pause, though. The way Ford spoke was...odd. It was faster than usual. The way he said the words sounded less...pretentious. The inflections were different. And was that...a bit of their Jersey accent he caught? The same accent that Ford worked SO hard to hide in High School because he didn't want to sound stupid? And since when did Ford insult people like that?

Stanford shoved a hand against Stan's chest to push him away. "If you're looking for 'your' Ford, it isn't me. So get lost. Or, judging by that look on your face, even more lost."

Stan scoffed loudly, his anger rising even more. "Fuck you and your delusional, manipulative bullshit, Stanford. I just spent a year getting chased, almost eaten, and treated like shit by ACTUAL FUCKING DINOSAURS because of you, so go fuck yourself!" Stanford looked unamused by Stan's outburst.

"What, you want me to feel bad for you? We've all been through some shit out here. I've got my own problems to deal with." He placed the device in his hand into one of the pockets of his trenchcoat, then reached into the other and pulled out a different device. He pushed a button and the device scanned Stan, then clicked.

"But if it'll shut your whiny ass up, right now we are in Dimension-50; it says here on this scanner that your dimensional frequency is H512'12. You are not in your original dimension, which is Dimension-H512'12. If it's easier for you to understand; you're in a whole different universe than one you came from.

You're mistaking me for your Stanford. And that's gonna happen a lot, because hundreds of us were exiled into the multiverse about a year ago. I'm guessing you're one of those variants of Stanley who switched places. Not as common, but not unheard of."

"Now leave me alone, I'm not gonna entertain some temper tantrum." Stan stopped, inwardly reeling from this information. He was hesitant to believe this jackass; how did he know this wasn't his brother and was just fucking with him? But..the way he talked was very unlike his Ford. And his entire demeanor was weird. Maybe ...maybe he WAS a different Stanford. Stan could feel the anger subside as panic seeped in to fill the void. Not wanting to let this dickwad know that Stan was...considering what he was saying, he flipped Stanford off and shoved past him.

What a sobering thought. There were more Fords? This one was such a dick. What if...what if the other ones were worse? Were there Fords that would kill him? What would they do to Stevie? Would they treat her like a fucking science experiment? Would they sacrifice her to that stupid triangle?

How was he going to get out of here?

Stan turned a corner into an alleyway, took his backpack off, dropping it to the ground, and slumped against a wall as he finally succumbed to the sleep deprivation, paranoia and fear that had been threatening to rise to the surface for a year. He swallowed against the painful knot in his throat.

What if he never got home? Even if he did find home, would it be his home? Would it be filled with monsters? What if he found his family, but they weren't his family? What if he found his home, but it wasn't right? Some nightmare version of his home?

He startled at the feeling of a cold, scaley beak gently pressing against his head. Suddenly, he was aware of his own heavy, clipped breathing. He took a few deep, shakey breaths before addressing Stevie. He put on a small, false smile. It didn't reach his eyes.

"Hey Kiddo. You find anything?" Stevie squawked softly at him and pushed some gauze, disinfectant, bandaids ibuprofin and some water at him. Stan chuckled. "The hospital's a block away, huh? Yeah, I don't think I'm gonna make it there today. Thanks, Sweetie, this'll be good for now."

Stan stood up shakily, took the sleeve off of his leg, undid his pants and shoved them down past the wound. He was long past being embarrassed about 'public nudity'. He grabbed the disinfectant, removed the seal, and poured it over the wound, hissing through clenched teeth. Then he grabbed the gauze and began wrapping his leg.

Once he was done, he pulled his pants back up and opened the bottle of ibuprofin, popping a couple and downing them with a few gulps of water. He left the cap off and offered the rest of the water to Stevie. She chirped at him, shaking her feathers.

"Stevie, you haven't had any water since we left, either. Come on." Stevie looked at him, then shifted size so she was small enough to stick her beak in and drink. "Good girl." Stan said, slumping back against the wall and closing his eyes as he waited for the ibuprofin to kick in.

Stevie finished the water, set Stan's backback upright against the wall, then shifted to a larger size as she perched on the edge of a dumpster next to Stan, so that she could survey the area and keep Stan's safe.

Later that night, Stevie awoke to the sound of rustling. She looked around blearily and saw a man who sortof looked like her Dad but was wearing weird clothes kneeling down in front of her Dad's backpack. Her Dad was still asleep against the wall. She let out a quiet, curious chirp. The man who looked like her dad pulled a dead rat out of his labcoat poket and tossed it at Stevie.

Stevie caught the rat in her claws and inspected it. Ooo, treats! She gripped it and ripped the head off, swallowing it whole as she eyed the Not Dad rubbing leaves all over her Dad's backpack. She tilted her head curiously as she ripped parts of the body off and swallowed. Not Dad finished what he was doing and left.

Stevie went up to the backpack and investigated it. It smelled a little familiar, but she couldn't place it. She chirped, then flew back to the dumpster to keep watch until her Dad woke up. She wasn't going to fall asleep again. She wasn't. She was going to watch her Dad and not fall asleep.

The next morning, Stevie was woken by Stan gently scritching her head. Stan had his backpack on and looked like he was ready to go. "Stevie, let's get going, hon. My rib's really fucking bugging me." Stevie chirped and fluttered over to his shoulder.

As Stan walked, he began to notice some itching on his back. He ignored it for a bit, but the more he walked and sweat, the more it itched. He reached back under his shirt to scratch and his nails ran over a series of raised bumps. As he scratched, his back itched more. Then he noticed itching on his fingertips, too.

"God, what the FUCK!" He yelled, ripping off his backpack as the itching became quickly unbearable.

Oooh, poison Sumac. That's what that was. That was a rare treat back home. Stevie picked Stan and his backpack up and flew him the rest of the way to the hospital.

[disassemblydragonsau]

I FINALLY DID A THING

(CLICK FOR BETTER QUALITY TUMBLR ABSOLUTELY CRUNCHED IT)

N ref sheet is finally here :3 not perfect, but I'm pretty happy with it, and it shows his design!

The five spines on his head are called a 'crown' in universe. Not for any particular reason it just looks like it'd be called that. They're also bigger on female dragons! They DO hav toe beans because I cannot live without them

The yellow bulbs ARE eyes, I just forgot to draw their pupils... There's a couple small inconsistencies and small details missing but I'm tired, I may update it later (especially the print on the leg band, that bad boy need some WORK). All the key design elements are there and final tho!

Alt vers and closeups!

With both wings:

With no accessories:

Humanoid closup:

GIGGLESGIGGLES UZI AND V ARE NEXT >:3

[zethsdumpster]

[glassesblu]

palette roughs for some icons i'm making :)

I'll also be turning these into acrylic pins/interchangeable standee pairings eheh

[pink-lost-chao]

Merlin for my sonic AU

He’s like a parallel universe-descendant. Idk how to explain it properly lol