#Lizard book 15

[bus-noises]

Yknow? I think there’s such a sad element to Freedom seeing that other dragons are full of love.

For her entire afterlife she’s told herself dragons don’t care for their young. They’re reptiles, they leave them behind. For five thousand years she believed her mother burning entire villages wasn’t from love or grief, but just annoyance that she was stolen from.

And then Luna shows her that dragons care for their young, that they love eachother, that they’re kind… and Freedom has to process that her mother loved her. Would have cared for her. Would have given her a name, raised her, taught her lessons, held her when she was scared.

One of Freedoms last sentences before she dies is “I don’t know what my mother would’ve named me.”

Because her mother would have named her… and she never realized that until then.

[ch3micallyinsane]

Imagine after weeks of being stuck in the BoE together Lizard just randomly asks Luna to tell her she loves her. Luna finally realizes that this really is just a little kid that has lived way too long and been loved way too little. She holds this kid in her arms as they silently cry into each other's fur, and somewhere in the real world an unconscious green dragon holds talons with a husk that has been dead for centuries in her sleep.

[mayyonase]

A Crown For Freedom

WIP i've since given up on, colors are a bit of a mess and Im not happy with the lineart Might redraw it completely later, here's this version 4 now

[denyymm]

She had live so long to be abused and she's just a dragonet 😭😭

[shethevampyr-gallery]

NEW CHONNY JASH SONG SPOILERS (day 2)

Day 2, this time for Tomcat Disposables!

This might be a hot take, but I prefer this one over Laplace's Angel? Just slightly, but I still think I like it a bit more.

Notes: Freedom is probably one of my favorite characters in Wings of Fire, if not my favorite.

Time taken: 2hr 7m

[walkman-cat]

if i get no sleep tonight im going to actually rosho bawl

[girlcraft2003]

winggggg fire. For a timeline video I'm making I need background visuals lmao. Maybe I'll do Whiteout later bc she's fund to draw :D

(In order: Freedom/Lizard, Darkstalker, Clearsight, Fathom, Arctic, and Foeslayer).

[azcactum]

Wings Of Fire!! My favorite character is Freedom/Lizard.

[lizardho]

Before I knew I was bisexual I was just insanely dramatic and weird around guys I liked. I had a crush on this guy in my ward - he was older than me, he played bagpipes and had a cheerful dog and an old Volkswagen bus that he worked on all the time. He also had nice scruff and unnaturally attractive hands and a good sense of humor, so I was like FULLY smitten.

I talked about him a lot and about how he was just so dang COOL, dang it, because he was so frickin’ cool. And I really liked him. I thought he was funny and smart and interesting and cool and fascinating and a bunch of other weird feelings I barely had the attention span to think about (I think my ADHD may have prevented me from coming out for a while tbh).

One day, I’m like 14-15, his dad is called to be my Sunday School teacher. His dad is this ex-military hardass with a chip on his shoulder for absolutely no reason and unattainable standards for his children. He spent most of Sunday School talking shit about his eldest boy and how he was rebellious and didn’t listen to him and how that was going to make him a bad adult and a bad son forever. How his son was too lazy and unmotivated to be successful because he didn’t listen to his advice on how to read the scriptures. He complained about how our generation was too weak to do things right and that our generation would surely be the one that brought the world’s downfall because of our laziness and sin.

And like, first of all, that guy can already go fuck himself for that. To clarify, that’s already stupid. BUT. He was talking about the man I had uncomfortable dreams about at least once a month. I couldn’t stand it. I’d get so mad I’d go home shaking sometimes because how fucking DARE he insult his hardworking stunning son by calling him lazy? For not reading the Bible the way his dad wants? When he’s already spending his time learning bagpipes? And fixing cars? And being cool? And cute? Who the fuck even cares if he uses the footnotes in the Book of Mormon? Who gives a rotten rat’s ass if he doesn’t use the scripture study manual his dad uses? He’s so cool he doesn’t even need it? So fuck off?

And eventually I got fucking Sick Of It and decided to mutiny. And by mutiny, I mean skip class. I’d just not go. And after a bit, adults started noticing and bugging me about it. At first, this was put off by small talk and excuses, but as my absence from Sunday School became more well-known, my excuses began to be rejected.

“Oh, Lizard, why aren’t you in class?” Uhm idk because my Sunday School teacher is mean to his kid and that makes me so mad wtf do you want from me? 🫠🤔

“Where’s your class, I’ll go with you!” Oh no ty I’d rather peel my own eyes than have my taste in men critiqued tyty 🩷

“Lizard, you should go to class, I’m sure they miss you!” And I miss the innocent days where my stomach didn’t hurt when a cool boy I knew was being belittled but unfortunately for us both those days are LONG gone and all that’s left is a budding psychosexual clusterfuck that will render me almost fully incapable of functioning for the better part of a decade so Bye Bye, sister Smith 🙂‍↕️

It had gotten to the point that ward leadership was involved. I was being approached by members of the Young Men’s presidency and the Bishopric to try and make me to back to class. They were telling me God had told them to find me and instruct me on my rebelliousness. This is where I implemented my secret weapon - women. Mormons are weird as hell about a lot of things, but especially about women. And I was GREAT with women. So to combat the leadership’s attention, I started helping women.

Our ward had a lot of new moms with babies who were, as babies tend to be, fussy. But for Mormon women the church is often their only social outlet, so they try to power through as long as they can even if it means enduring the exhausting ordeal of taking care of a fussy baby at church.

For what it’s worth, I have a lot of sway with babies. I got baby street cred. Me and babies have a rapport. I have always known this. I have always loved this. And in this crucial gay time in my faggot life my baby mind powers came in clutch - Every time I saw a member of the bishopric getting close, or a young men’s leader giving me side-eye, I’d start walking slowly towards class, passing by relief society. I’d wait until a mom’s baby had gotten too fussy and needed to leave the room, and I’d swoop in like a knight. “Oh, don’t you worry sister, I’ll bounce him a bit. You go back and hang out with your friends in class. You deserve a break.”

If it was a diaper change or something they’d tell me no. But if it was just some good old-fashioned baby fusses, I mean, they’d be moved almost to tears. They just got their social time back AND a free babysitter who is renowned as the Baby Whisperer. And because I was holding a baby as a favor for someone else, I of course could not reasonably be bothered to return to class.

So just like that, I was out of everyone’s sights. This went on for about a month before the straw that broke the camel’s back, which was that without my class participation the classes were quiet and awkward. I’d often take the brunt of Sunday school lectures by answering questions impulsively and over explaining myself enough that the clock could run out without anyone needing to do or say much. My absence meant everyone else was getting hit with the full unpleasantness of this guy’s bullshit. And so slowly, one-by-one, I had a group of about 8 kids on baby-holding duty. These new moms were so overjoyed, they and their husbands were both so actively in our corner that now chastising us was untenable. Now we had bargaining power. So the Bishopric approached us, confused beyond confused and uncomfortable beyond uncomfortable, and said,

“What’s it gonna take to get you back to class?”

The POWER I possessed in that moment was addictive. By being kind to the women of the ward and ignoring the Mormon de facto Rule of Law of following rules en-masse so the rule breakers feel left out, there were now so many people breaking ranks that we had effectively enacted a church boy labor strike. And they crumbled so fast it was almost like we had swayed God himself to our cause.

“I want brother assholedad gone. He sucks at teaching.”

I didn’t even have to say it. One of my rebels said it for me. I just nodded sagely and said “Yes, his class is not edifying. It’s better to not go and hold babies.”

And just like that, with a snap of my limp-wristed, Christ-wounding, bottom-brained fingers my faggot will was enacted. God’s revelation that brother shitdad was his chosen Sunday school teacher flipped on a dime. Suddenly brother shitdad was asked to be an usher and the fun dad of another one of my crushes was called in to teach us. I still stayed to hold babies a lot, but the rest of the class returned and all was well again.

Although I didn’t recognize it then, I think that was a formative moment for me in a lot of ways. I learned that being really persistently annoying will get me what I want from authority eventually. I learned that God’s will can be swayed by going in strike. I learned that ignoring men’s made up authority forces them to level with you as a person. I learned that caring for women, especially vulnerable women, can make a whole world happier. I learned that letting women rest can help them feel more love for the things that matter in their life. I learned that social bonds make everyone stronger and happier. And I learned that loving others in a gay way can change the world.

Be gayer. Read Terry Pratchett. I love y’all 💕

[tyrantisterror]

When I first took over as the lead teacher of the older school age room at my daycare, one of the activities I introduced into the room was making bead critters - a 90's kid tradition that has proved to have a timeless appeal, even if there's no longer books of patterns for this project to buy anymore. I mean, there's probably used ones, but I don't know any titles to look up on the usual sites so yeah they're more or less unavailable to me. Luckily, the internet has some patterns on it, and I printed out, like, 15 at the time and put them in my room. It's been a consistently popular hobby for the kids - sometimes they start up little production chains ad sell their creations to their classmates for the in-classroom currency we use, it's pretty rad.

Well, this summer they surprised me by finding and bringing in new patterns they found with their parents' help, and some of them had techniques I'd never seen before, which got my monster-maker brain working. So I went out, bought some pipe cleaners and beads of my own (both because I don't want to waste materials the center bought for my kids to use, and because the cheap pipe cleaners my work buys are made of aluminum and provoke a mild allergic reaction in me when I use them), and brought them in to do some experiments.

...and now we have some very big, very complex bead critterr to go with the initial batch of examples I made a couple years ago (as well as the lizards I used to decorate some of my cabinet doors). I'm especially proud of the big red and black dragon, it came out well. The downside is that the kids want to learn how to make it and, like, that was a frustrating three hour project for me, an adult with years of experience doing bullshit like this, I don't know if I want to inflict that on a kid.

But I could make it one of the new class prizes - "earn fifty varsity bucks and Mr. Will will make you a bead dragon, you get to choose the colors."

There's one new technique in the patterns they dug up that I only briefly experimented with today, but am proud I figured out how to do - it allows you to make protrusions in the middle of the critter, instead of just on the sides. Which means the one monster my kids suggested I make might be possible.

I could make a bead Godzilla.

Gonna need to buy more pipe cleaners, though.

[rosesandprosesstuff]

IT. IS. DONE. I PRESENT: THE CORRUPTED MERCUR-ITA BAG.

I did the window backing with English paper piecing, which is done by hand. I painted the gold bag with all the corrupted hammer motifs(?) over the course of three weeks. Then I stitched together the new lining with the machine (thank goodness), except I attached it...by hand.

All the charm and pin artists are named or tagged below.

TOP:

Viktor and Jayce portraits with purple background: Inkforwords

Jayce's acceleration rune pin: EvaJohnsonLLC

Jayce with Hammer & Viktor with Book: ariespsyche

Jayvik Magnetic Heart charms: smudgeandfrank

Floating Gear dangle chain: noino

BOTTOM:

Alternate World Jayce & Arcane Herald Viktor: explodikid

Dangling Mage Viktor and Jayce with Lizard: (I laugh every time I focus on this one) noino

Cult Viktor: ariespsyche

Anomaly pin: PinTownShop

"There is no prize to perfection" gear pin: IneffablePenguin

Jayvik kissing in astral plane inside the heart: unwrittendeath

Jayvik kissing in the astral plane separates: emilyerdosart and deyamuniz

I lost some business cards since April, and I took prints out of frames looking for some of the artists. Please let me know if I got anything wrong!

Cost breakdown, because I need to conceptualize to you all how much effort this took:

I don't remember what I spent on each single charm, but between bundle deals at cons, they probably average out to $12/each. 18 charms = $216

All of the paint, fabric, and supplies were in my stash. Hour breakdown:

English paper piecing & attaching charms: 15 hours

Painting: 24 hours

Lining: 5 hours

Total: ~44 hours

This was an incredible labor of love and I picked up a new hobby along the way. I am now terrified to take this outside.

[thecreaturecodex]

Xytar

"Tiger Lizard Creature" detail © Paul Perada, accessed at his ArtStation here.

[My last foray into the Creature Catalogue for now. The xytar appears in both editions of that book, as well as in the Mystara Monstrous Compendium. But neither of the art pieces it got in the Catalogue are very good, and it's not illustrated in AD&D at all, being lumped into the entry on lizards. In the Creature Catalogue, it talks about them being used as mounts by the sis'thik, which is that book's take on stronger, desert-dwelling lizardfolk. I already have one of those, the ssurrans from Dark Sun, so moved that relationship over. ]

Xytar CR 3 N Magical Beast This creature has orange and black scales and a head like a monitor lizard. It has six legs and holds its body off the ground, and its teeth are clearly those of a predator.

Xytars are fire-breathing carnivorous reptiles found in desert regions. Some scholars suggest xytars have a relationship to dragons, basilisks or both. They feed on a wide variety of different prey, from small morsels like hares and lizards all the way up to antelope, camels and horses. Their social structure is flexible in order to accommodate their harsh environment; when prey is scarce, xytars live and hunt alone, but thy come together in large numbers when food is more common. The presence of a caravan of men and horses may attract xytars from miles around, the lizard-like beasts following at a distance, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Xytars ignore any environmental heat less than a lava flow, and so often attack during the full of the day. When fighting in a pack, they are not especially coordinated, but tend to gang up on the largest, and therefore most nourishing, targets. Xytars use their breath weapons in battle as often as possible, as they like their meat well charred, and do not especially care to avoid other members of their own species. A xytar’s internal fires spark one last time when the creature is critically injured, granting them one last breath weapon as they fall.

Xytar packs typically only contain healthy adults, as juveniles and badly injured members may find themselves becoming prey. Xytars lay their eggs buried in the sand and well-hidden, abandoning them to their own devices. Xytars can be trained as guard animals and even mounts if they are raised from an early age. Ssurrans especially covet xytar mounts, and ssurran bands mounted on xytars are some of the most successful and terrible of all their raiding parties.

Xytar CR 3 XP 800 N Large magical beast Init +5; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision, Perception +7, scent

Defense AC 15, touch 10, flat-footed 14 (-1 size, +1 Dex, +5 natural) hp 32 (5d10+5) Fort +5, Ref +5, Will +2; +4 vs. fire Resist fire 10 Defensive Abilities heatproof

Offense Speed 40 ft. Melee bite +6 (1d10+3) Space 10 ft.; Reach 5 ft. Special Attacks breath weapon (20 ft. cone, 3d6 fire, 1d4 rounds, Ref DC 13), dying breath

Statistics Str 15, Dex 13, Con 12, Int 2, Wis 13, Cha 8 Base Atk +5; CMB +8; CMD 19(27 vs trip) Feats Endurance, Improved Initiative, Nimble Moves Skills Perception +7, Survival +3 (+7 following tracks); Racial Modifiers +4 Survival following tracks

Ecology Environment warm deserts Organization solitary, pair or pack (3-12) Treasure none

Special Abilities Dying Breath (Su) When a xytar is hit with an attack that will reduce it to -1 hit points or below, it can use its breath weapon as an immediate action, even if it has not recharged. A xytar can only use this ability once per day, even if it is healed and then reduced to dying again. Heatproof (Ex) A xytar gains a +4 racial bonus to saving throws against fire effects.

[ch3micallyinsane]

I've always wanted to rewrite TFOH so that Luna gets stuck in the Abyss and instead of the whole mindspace thing she can mind control others. Imagine her learning how to control all these new wings and eyes and mouths, learning to navigate the webs of controlled dragons, and finding Blue. She convinces Lizard (pre-renaming) to block out Wasp from Blue and a nearby SilkWing to tell him it will be okay. They try to do the same thing for Swordtail but Wasp realizes Lizard has blocked her from Blue before she can let her back in and she goes berserk on her.

Maybe the book would also take place over multiple weeks instead of like a couple days. More time for Luna to get through to Lizard realistically, I think

[lost-in-fandoms]

Gonna throw in one more June prompt, if that's okay! 15. stream <3

Hi <3 sorry for the wait this really didn't want to work with me! It's a little bit silly, but hopefully still okay <3

Prompts from here.

Max sits on the the round rock he had chosen as his own and closes his eyes, enjoying the coolness of the water against his legs and the sounds of nature around him.

They're not far away from the house, and yet it feels like they're lost in a different world, made of a bubbling stream, trilling birds, buzzing insects and chirping cicadas. Behind him he can hear the rustling of leaves and the soft sound of GP slowly turning the pages of his book.

It feels like there's nothing but them.

"If we died here, how long would it take for someone to find us?" he calls over his shoulder without opening his eyes, splashing a foot back and forth, enjoying the feeling of the round pebbles on the stream's bed.

"Are you planning on dying?" GP answers, not even sounding too put off. Perks of being used to years of Max's questions, he supposes. Even if he's not sure perks would be the word GP would use.

"Just wondering."

He hears the sound of GP closing his book, then the soft clattering of the pebbles as he walks over, lowering himself next to Max. He opens one eye, squinting at him against the late afternoon sun, and finds him frowning, a considering expression on his face.

Max loves when GP takes his questions seriously, no matter how silly.

"Well, we're not expected back until tomorrow at dinner, so I don't think anyone would get too suspicious before that. But if they start looking for us, we wouldn't be too hard to find. Maybe a couple of hours?"

Max nods, closing his eyes again, satisfied. He feels a bit like a lazy lizard, lounging on a warm rock in the sun, the freshness of the clear water barely enough to not make him feel like he's cooking, and he's gotta admit he's really enjoying this camping experience so far.

It had come up a couple of nights before, when they were in bed mindlessly chatting, GP bringing up some childhood memories and Max telling him he'd never been camping before, not in a tent.

And now they are here, a tent behind them that had taken them an hilariously long time to put up, nothing but nature around them. Max had especially enjoyed the peeing in the woods and the bubbling stream, but watching GP swear loudly while trying to find the right way to set the tent had been fun as well.

"This is nice," he says, fumbling around with a hand until he finds GP's thigh on his left, squeezing gently.

"Ready to leave f1 and go live in the woods?"

Max's laugh is louder than the cicadas, the birds songs pausing momentarily, and for a second he almost feels like apologizing for disturbing them.

"I would probably starve, I haven't seen fish in this river. Or I would eat the wrong mushroom."

"If it's of any comfort, people would only take a couple of hours to find you."

Max laughs again, opening his eyes to catch the satisfied expression he's sure GP is wearing, before leaning forward to steal a kiss.

"I first have to decide if the tent sex experience is good enough to abandon a real bed for of course," he says, lips brushing against GP's.

He feels GP's hand in his hair, fingers tightening to bring him closer again, then to pull him back, his eyelids fluttering close at the small spark of pain-pleasure.

"I think you'll be disappointed, tent sex is very uncomfortable."

Max's retort dies on his tongue as a more pressing matter presents itself, making him lean further back to look at GP properly.

"You had tent sex before? When? Where?"

GP just smirks at him, pushing to his feet and going back to his chair, but Max splashes after him, slipping on the rocks until he finds solid footing, too curious to let it go.

"Come on, how long ago was it?" he asks, poking GP's shoulder when he gets ignored in favor of the book. "Was it here?"

GP lets him pester him for a minute, then sighs, closing his book and glaring up at Max.

"It was many years ago. Will you let it go if I prove to you how bad it is?"

"No," Max answers, smiling, "but you can try."

After all, he usually trusts GP's word, but he doesn't believe that any form of sex with him can actually be bad. Not even if he has pebbles digging onto his back even through the various tent and sleeping bags layers and he feels a bit watched every time the birds go quiet when he moans too loudly. The lack of shower afterwards is not great, but he doesn't mind sitting butt naked in the frigid stream for a few seconds, and GP is always prepared enough to have wet wipes with him.

"5 out of 10, not the worst we've ever had, would do it again," Max announces when he finishes putting his clothes back on, sitting next to GP where he's starting on dinner on the small gas stove. He accepts the kiss GP leaves on the side of his head with a pleased hum, before stealing a piece of cheese.

"Not the worst?" GP asks, raising an eyebrow at him and batting his hand away from the food.

"The Monaco's driver room was worse," Max tells him, managing to sneak away another piece of cheese and smiling happily with his mouth full.

GP nods, visibly cringing at the memory of the cramped space, the voices of the team sounding so close it felt like they were in the room with them.

"Would do it again?"

Max's smile broadens, and he wraps an arm around GP's waist, pressing his face against his shoulder.

"We might need a way to keep the nocturnal animals away, right?"

GP laughs but, Max is very pleased to notice, doesn't disagree.

[dd-the-man-without-fear]

First of all, GOOD FOR YOU DUSTIN NGUYEN! CALL OUT THEIR BULLSHIT!

And second, i love the fact Image Comics gave him a like, anybody remembers the birth of Image and they know that Marvel and artists in particular have had long running issues.

I wish everyone be like Dustin and stand up for what they believe in.

Here's his caption on the post for those who don't want to join a ghost town owned by Mark "evil cyborg lizard steals data" Zuckerberg.

‘ok.

getting hits earlier than expected from this one, and I'm kinda glad because I got words.

but really if this bothers you I'm sorry, [@]marvel has been undercutting creators from the start, unless you're getting 6-7k a cover- then godbless. I hope you're getting a piece of the MCU and after sales.

between them and [@]dcofficial , they are the ONLY one that DOESN'T pay a royalty for overseas sales- THINK- AMERICA is the originator of Superhero comics( Japan has manga which we love, Europe, has that cool ass shit we love but can't describe) and wtf? they're not paying creators a piece? COME ON. FUCK this FUCKING SHIT. also, merch? lunch boxes and tees- good luck.

I got a buncha dms from people telling me I gotta be careful, " don't cross Marvel, they're a major player, the only two in the mainstream".

omg fuck them.

man, like I give a FLYING FUCK. FUCK [@]marvel comics, fuck anyone that I'm NOT in directly working with.( I LOVE my marvel editiors because they get you your BOOKS OUT TO YOU ON TIME )the direct staff has no control, they don't juggle the stupid fucking numbers.

I'm gonna break it into simple ass fucking terms-

you're an artist. you draw shit. you wanna get paid for shit. now. in the future. FOREVER .

you draw NOW AND IN THE FUTURE. IN COUNTRIES EVERYWHERE INCLUDING THE ONE YOU DON'T LIVE IN.

fuck this current Marvel contract. I'm too small in the tier and can't negotiate a better one for you. those in control, those whose work pull, please work for the rest of us.

DC isn't far from them because after all, they are a conglomerate of things- owned by WB doesnt help your argument. BUT when I ask for things, DC works with me.

I've asked Marvel for like.. I SWEAR, $75 PAGE RAISE in the past 15 years( the minimum wage in CA is doing better than them, probably in a decade, even that asshole Trump will do better than Marvel given a month) , I don't even need that shitty chump change, but I want to see how cheap they are. all this equalling maybe a royalty that's the, " please sir, can I maybe have .15 cents after you've made your thousands", in things.

no response. so what am I treading carefully for again? I seriously forget.’

[mothballarts0w0]

⚠️Spoilers for Wings of Fire book 15 ⚠️

My interpretation of Lizard/Freedom 💞

This is an older piece, I need to draw some more WoF characters :p