#Dragontober

[otherworldworldy]

31 days of Dragons! (part 1)

[stonefaced-skink]

dragontober day 18: a scribbly koschei! in her little hat.

[atomyarts]

dragontober 2021 | part 2

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Dragontober: A Pocket Full of Gold

Day Six: Gold

Summary: There's a Lord of Fortune they call the name changer, who never keeps a name that long and who betrays anyone they work for. Of course, this isn't who they are, even if they'd probably like to keep people guessing.

Thirty-one single-word prompts, thirty-one one-shots/drabbles about Laidir, a rouge Lord of Fortune and the future leader of the Veilguard.

9:51 Dragon

 “There are no jobs right now.”

 “Well, that’s actual bullshit,” Len says as they flop into the couch Marcus kept in the office for the sole purpose of Len throwing themself onto it. He always humoured the dramatic actions Len had. He never said why, but the ring with the old crest Len once wore and once saw on Antoniette’s brother’s finger was telling in itself. “Not even that pirate?”

 “Admiral Isabela is busy with the Viscount of Kirkwall.” Marcus looks up with a raised eyebrow. “Do you want-“

 “Fuck no. I ain’t going near that guy. Every time he’s around, something happens. He was with the Champion and then the Inquisitor.” Len says instantly. “I just want money. Easy gold, not having to chase dragons or whatever.”

 “It’ll be hard to get money if you don’t,” Marcus says as he writes something down. “Monster slaying is what’s keeping us in the clear. That and pirating.”

 “What’s wrong with a good old-fashioned temple looting?” Len complains. 

 “The fact there may actually be Dalish Gods running around?” Marcus asks. Len rolls their eyes. The rumours of the Inquisitor’s fuck buddy being an elven god were weird.

 “Is there anything I can do to get things back to how they should be? Making me money?” Len complains.

 “Take a job from Varric Tethras,” Marcus jokes.

 “The day I do that, I pick a name and stick to it the rest of my life.” Len declares.

 “I’ll pay to see that!” Marcus laughs.

(A mission comes in on behalf of a noble Rivain a few months later. Marcus takes it, and the former Len is thrilled to actually be working.

 They never knew how it would change their life.)

[rerobaki]

first week of dragontober/smoktober/smokdziernik is here

prompts are:

shatter

rot/decay

jester

eyes

chains

decoration

twisted

[whichstiel]

Instead of Suptober this year, I’m going to try to do #dragontober because I’m sorely out of practice drawing dragons! There will probably be some Supernatural snuck in there, though :) Maybe even a fic updaaaaaaate at last.

(I’m not dead)

[miniquiny999]

Day 8 - your softest dragon

Ghast, my clan leader's oldest son who is in charge of watching over eggs and hatchlings! hes extra fluffy

@dragonaday-fr

[tumblebub]

Dragontober 17

He knows what you are

[cuzidk]

Dragontober - Outfit Change 🪡

Omg I haven't posted on tumblr in FOREVER XDD Anyways this is Day 11 of Dragontober :D

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

et quand venait l'été, je traversais la mer

by Dragonimbus7

Dear Tommy,

Hey. It’s Wilbur. I mean, you knew that probably, from my perfect handwriting. (That’s a joke. Just because yours is bad, I don’t pretend that mine is perfect).

//

or, Wilbur and Tommy write a letter to each other from different parts of the world.

Words: 2139, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Mentioned Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Mentioned Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff and Humor, Letters, author is not British, but i tried, dragontober 2023 Day 14, Travel

[mysterydragon14]

so this guy had a dragontober and I took some more inspiration for frankensteins dragon and a spider themed design

(also the lil vodoo dragon is called Stitches)

and then he challenged me to draw his killer clown dragon so here

this little guy belongs to dinofoxy5 on deviantart idk if it has a name or was just a random design during an inktober challenge but I'd like to propose "Jab" if he's unnamed

it's a voodoo doll dragon and it's adorable I just had to draw it

[jems-dragons]

My personal prompt list for Dragontober. Feel free to use if you like.

[stonefaced-skink]

dragontober day 27: eva! a first gen i haven't gened at all. i wasn't a huge fan of her colors at first but tbh she's grown on me just like this. also her tert is magenta which is a great contender for soap 👀

[atomyarts]

dragontober 2021 | part 1

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Dragontober: A Pocket Full of Gold

Day 15: Fire

Summary: There's a Lord of Fortune they call the name changer, who never keeps a name that long and who betrays anyone they work for. Of course, this isn't who they are, even if they'd probably like to keep people guessing.

Thirty-one single-word prompts, thirty-one one-shots/drabbles about Laidir, a rouge Lord of Fortune and the future leader of the Veilguard.

9:44 Dragon

“The Inquisition has disbanded!”

“Really? Didn’t it get absorbed by the Chantry?”

“Bah! Like the Divine will reign them in! They put her on that throne!”

The words swirl around Trey like a cloak as they walk through Val Royeaux with a wrinkled nose.

They hate this city.

It’s not the smells- though the amount of perfume in the air is gross. Nor is it anything else really.

It’s… well, it’s because it is the home to the Auclair winter estate. A place they’d happily avoid forever.

But they can’t. Not right now anyway. No, they have to go and set some fires.

Literal fires. With everyone all a fuss about the changes occurring with the Inquisition, it was perfect for a few break ins. But more distractions were needed.

Trey grumbles, glaring at nothing as they slip through the crowd, their mask hiding the glare. Stupid thing.

Stupid Orlais.

Walking through the streets, they almost missed it…

“Francis is dead! We need to find Antoniette-“

“Our son is DEAD Marinette and all you think about is your fucking legacy!”

Father. Mother.

Their eyes go to them and the words register.

Francis… Francis is dead?

(A fire is started at the Auclair stalls and the estate in the city. It’s attitubited to the patriarch of the family who’d been quarreling with his wife. Not that anyone can pin him with anything.

Meanwhile, Grief leaves the city with a pocket of treasure and a hate far surpassing their feelings before.)

[rerobaki]

week two of dragontober/smoktober/smokdziernik

prompts:

mutation | wings | insect | lamp | horns | snake bite | sliced