#DragonSkin

[wildlifeshirts]

Dragon T-Shirts

Very cool Dragon T-Shirt Designs

[breebird33]

Alas, the Dragonkin Soldiers never attained immortality, and perished as decrepit, pale imitations of their skyborn kin.

[who-do-i-know-this-man]

⚠️Vote for whomever YOU DO NOT KNOW⚠️‼️

[dragonskxn]

@xdauntlessx

She had never traveled further than the countryside village before, but Annalise had accepted Norrington's invitation to tour his ship, which meant traveling to the coast, to a more lively port town.

Annalise felt more out of place here than she did in the village — not because of any suspicion from the townsfolk, but more of the fact that people were staring as this petite woman was attempting to maneuver a massive draft horse through the bustling crowds and towards the docks.

She had dressed nicely for the occasion, wearing a soft seafoam green dress embroidered with pale pink flowers along the bust and hem. Not extravagant by any means, but it was, at the very least, one of the nicest articles of clothing she owned.

Annalise tugged her bonnet's strings tightly with a free hand, squeezing Stroganoff's sides with her legs to ease him closer to the docks where ships were anchored. Which boat was it again...? Dauntless, she remembered.

[endawn]

thinking again about his dragonskin ability but in the da verse. what if it developed after he consumed dragon’s blood. what if it was an ceremonial initiation of sorts when he was ushered into the blades and, later, named the champion of cyrodiil & grand marshal of the imperial legions?

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

The unbelievable vindication of rereading beloved worn childhood favourite books and finding out they're still good.

[mirr0r-image]

Have you ever had someone walk in on your conversation in the most inconvenient time possible, where they just hear the strangest phrase ever with absolutely zero context? Yeah well… that happened to me just now.

So basically I was standing out with my family eating ice cream and complaining to my aunt about how my brother refuses to read ‘girly books’ with names such as The Princess Academy, Dragonskin Slippers, and The Rose Legacy, even though I’ve told him again and again that they're really good books and he shouldn't judge them on the cover. Anyway, as I was explaining to my aunt about this situation, I said ‘I would read a book called The Manly Man's Guide to Manhood if it was an excellent book’, and this was the phrase these random people walked by and heard. I just looked up and made eye contact with one woman and she looked at me and just snickered like 

[bubblesandpages]

17, 19, and 3? 👀🍵

3. what is your favorite genre?

Fantasssssy my beloved <3

17. top 5 children’s books?

GLAD YOU ASKED and is also an evil question limiting me to five :p

For the sake of my heart I'm limiting this to children's chapter books because this list would be impossible if we were to include picture books. Nostalgia will also have a significant say as I've read more than a few excellent children's books in my adult life that, good as they are, don't quite manage the same level of blind adoration as some of these earlier ones do, even if they match them in every other regard.

The Wind in the Willows: immediately disregarding rule two, I didn't actually like this book as a kid, though the fact we had an abridged copy growing up might have had something to do with that. This book is made up entirely of charm, and perfectly nails it's atmosphere. The fact that this isn't a cottagecore classic is beyond ridiculous >:(

The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane: this is probably the closest you can get to fictional book that made me the person I am. There is something so poignant and deeply, deeply touching about this book and how it depicts loss and tragedy, and the hope and perseverance that makes life worth living.

Lara and the Gray Mare: I know I never shut up about her, but she means so much to me. This series more than any other showed me how much I care about women in history being women in history. Yes, it's has a Mulan spin to it, but it takes so much of its time honoring and respecting the roles women had in society, giving their actions weight and importance, and allowing them to achieve self-actualization through the myriad of ways they contributed to society. I adore it, and thinking about it makes me ticked off with how narrowly feminism set's the parameters for female success at times in favor of more mescaline achievements.

Dragonskin Slippers: this was quite possibly my introduction to tongue-in-cheek fantasy parody while being unabashedly girly! There's adorable, thoughtful, and terrifying dragons who love summer fruits and collect dogs, and stained glass windows, an abundance of embroidery, evil princesses, non-evil counts, decidedly practical heroines, and absurd aunts who've read too many fairytales! This book is pure comfort and joy to me <3

The Complete Adventures of Snugglepot and Cuddlepie: this comes the closest out of any book I've read to capturing the pure dreamlike vagueness of fairytales. May Gibbs often gets compared to Beatrix Potter, but I'd say that Potter has a more grounded realism to her work, while Gibbs feels like an unfinished sentence. Events in her stories happen, and you get the sense they work especially on an emotional level, but events will take place with little clarification or explanation—hence the fairytale quality.

19. most disliked popular books?

(Kids and preteens look away; this isn't intended for you) Keeper of the Lost Cities is bad actually, I'm going to need all the adults to relearn what a good children's book is. Go read a Newbery or ten, because this isn't it.

Murderbot Diaries is really, really not my cup of tea. Pardon me for not finding an android reenacting me as my worst self somehow relatable or comforting to read about. Nobody in this first novella gets any good solid characterization,other than Murderbot and the captain, there's a bajillion people on this crew yet all I know about them is which other person in the team they'd like to sleep with, which, for a self-professed skipper of sex scenes seems like the least likely thing for our protagonist to zero in on, or perhaps there's a larger point here about how coupling is all that human's think about. Anyway, don't like it.

[maybeasunflower]

You know how dragon blood is said to eat your flesh? It's simply pineapple juice, which contains an enzyme that denatures proteins, like meat and your flesh.

[pearwolf]

actually now that im making ear prosthetics im like tempted to pick up the femstarion cosplay again simply because ive never worked with silicone before and i'm about to have like a gallon of it + ear casts at my disposal and i am giddy with creation

[dragonskxn]

Teehee little doodles of ER Anna outfits

[endawn]

what if - since the falcos are such an old family line - they had mingled with the dragonborn emperors at some point. which means...pax has some dragon blood.....

[dragonskxn]

"Hm...no, I haven't." Annalise offers as she begins rummaging through her cabinets, pulling out various sizes of assorted pots that she believes would be large enough to cook rice in. The pots ranged from plain metal to uniquely designed ceramic, painted with pastoral scenes or actually shaped like livestock.

"Wheat is the staple grain around these parts, and barley. I've had porridge a few times...I wonder if you can use rice to make that!" She chirps. "After we make this...I'd love to write down the recipes, and any other recipes you know, too!"

Annalise had been so preoccupied with the fascinating ice box that she had nearly forgotten that Artair was here to help her cook. She gives a little "oh!" of surprise, standing back up and hurrying over to the kitchen counter.

"Right, of course! I-Is there any specific type of pot you'll need for the water? I have a cauldron... or I have some smaller pots, if that will work better."

[uesp]

"Negate 50% of incoming damage, except from the Dragonborn."

--The description of the Dragonskin perk, a perk all dragons have. This makes anyone besides you much less effective in combat against dragons.

[dragonskxn]

Little tidbits about Anna's Elden Ring verse:

Her hair was originally a dull, mousy color before consuming the flesh of a Glintstone dragon. Now it is a soft blue; she hides her new hair color by braiding it and pinning it underneath cloth cowls or other head coverings.

The first dragon she consumed had received fatal wounds from a group of dragon hunters, all slain by the time Annalise came across them. Knowing only basic healing incantations, she attempted to heal the dragon, but to no avail. Moved by Annalise's compassion, the dragon gave her permission to consume their flesh. Not just their heart, but other parts of them: their lungs, their tongue, their eyes, their brain.

The consumption of the dragon was not an act of butchery. Annalise carefully carved, as best she could, at the dragon's corpse to consume their flesh. She covered the dragon's head with an old tarp and placed flowers around its fallen body afterwards.

She has not fully harnessed the powers granted to her by the dragon. Her fighting skills are clumsy and disoriented; her draconic transformations are brief; and her knowledge of glintstone sorceries are rather pathetic.

She has no intention of killing and consuming other dragons. Instead, on her pilgrimage, she hopes to learn more from the other dragons, to control her newfound powers more efficiently and potentially learn more draconic incantations. If the Dragon Cult could be taught incantations from the Ancient Dragons, would it be possible for her to learn from the latter's descendants as well?

[dragonskxn]

Annalise stared blankly at Norrington for a brief moment, before a smile quirked at the corners of her mouth.

"Don't think I could. It's become an....essential part of the household," she snorted. "Besides, I think it'd be some sort of crime to cut down a tree that big and old."

She guided him to the front door, where ivy framed the entrance like the lair to a fairy realm. She twisted the door knob and opened the door, the smell of flowers and baked goods already wafting out from inside.

"Come on, then. Let's get you settled someplace comfortable."

"Well, you're doing a very good job, despite the lack of practice," Annalise replied with a smile as she carefully led him down the forest path.

Soon enough, they reached a clearing in the midst of the trees; before them was the farm that Annalise owned, with an old wooden barn, a small cottage with an ancient tree growing quite literally through the side, and a muddy farmyard with gaggles of chickens pecking about for insects.

"I know it isn't much, but, I try to make what little guests I have comfortable."