#a-tamed-dragon

[heartspark]

Have you ever wanted to play a cute monster taming game with lots of love and heart put into every inch and corner of it by a Team of fantastically talented artists?

Me too!! Too bad it got cancelled literally a few weeks before it was going to be anounced!

Artist Nicholas Kole on twitter along with many other talented artists have been sharing their work of nearly 4 years on this game. I cant imagine the heartbreak of working so hard on this project only for it to get canceled right before Release and everyone on the Team to get laid off.

It was meant to be an open world, minecraft inspired builder, with all sorts of unique creatures with various skins, variations depending on biomes, and even petting animations. That you could tame! It also had a large amount of beautiful and unique character customization. Here's some of the art ( NOT MY ART ) for the project!

Apparently alot of this game was near finished, coded, etc! ( ART ABOVE IS BY NICHOLAS KOLE , JOHANNES FIGLHUBER, INES MARSAL, AND MARIA LOBANOVA )

I dont know if the artists can look into crowdfunding ( the Studio still may own the IP ) , but myself and a few others have been trying to get the hashtag #bringbackprojectdragon get some traction on twitter! Maybe if the internet raises enough stink, the Studio might pay attention. Im not sure how likely that is but I desperately want thus game to exsist, it would be a dream game for me and many others im sure. So please consider joining in if you have a twitter.

[nikinikori]

“What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms, [...] We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.”

— Maester Aemon Targaryen: "Game of Thrones"

[brightmoontrigon]

foods of the Lands Between: spicy prawns · she-crab soup · meat dumplings · pickled veggies · herba tea · sheep's milk cheese · beast blood pancakes · rowa jam tarts

while Elden Ring has a variety of consumable items, most of them are described as being medicinal in nature. I wanted to come up with food that people in the Lands Between might have for actual meals! all of these were inspired directly by in-game items & creatures.

flavor text (hehe) below the cut:

spicy prawns: Widely enjoyed in Liurnia due to the abundance of crayfish, and seasoned with the same fiery spices used to prepare exalted flesh.

she-crab soup: A rich bisque made with fish stock, cream, fortified wine, crab meat, and crab eggs. The roe of giant crabs is particularly prized for use in this dish.

meat dumplings: A staple in the Lands Between made with whatever meat is readily available (springhare, guillemot, and land octopus are common fillings). Methods of preparation vary as much as the meat, and they're sometimes enjoyed fermented or raw.

pickled veggies: Mixed vegetables preserved in a sour brine and stored inside of clay pots. Edible mushrooms and cave moss are frequent additions. They can supposedly be thrown at attackers in a pinch to inflict the [PICKLED] status.

herba tea: A beverage made from herba leaves that have been meticulously steamed, dried, and ground into a fine powder, then whisked into hot water. It can also be steeped from fresh herba, though the powdered form is preferred for both its stronger flavor and ease of storage.

sheep's milk cheese: A blue cheese made from the raw milk of rolling sheep. Creamy and tangy, with a salty rind that tastes of seagrass. Its vibrant veins of mold come from fungi that flourish in Limgrave’s coastal caves.

beast blood pancakes: The blood of beasts makes a handy substitute when fresh eggs are hard to come by. These dense and savory pancakes are often served with buttery marrow from the beast's own bones, plus a hearty dollop of rowa jam.

rowa jam tarts: While red rowa is rather sour and more commonly consumed by animals than people, the golden fruit from the Altus Plateau makes especially sweet preserves that are perfect for use in tarts and other desserts. Such treats are precious things.

[dinojay-art]

some small ish mlp doodles i did

[abyssal-ilk]

he really lost everything when he lost ghilan'nain, didn't he. everything he did was for nothing the moment she died. he was never going to succeed without her.

[betterbooksandthings]

Best Fantasy Anime (with mostly female leads)

Listen, I love fantasy anime. They are fun and I love a fight scene as much as the next girl. I am relatively uninterested in male leads mostly because of the *cough, cough* excessive fan service. So, without further adu, if you are interested in some fantasy with women at the helm here's what I got.

Frieren: Beyond Journey's End

Yona of the Dawn

Inuyasha

Wandering Witch: The Journey of Elaina

Villainess Level 99: I May Be the Hidden Boss But I'm Not the Demon Lord

7th Time Loop: The Villainess Enjoys a Carefree Life Married to Her Worst Enemy!

Fluffy Paradise

Ascendance of a Bookworm

I Shall Survive Using Potions!

The Saint's Magic Power is Omnipotent

Tearmoon Empire

My Daughter Left the Nest and Returned an S-Rank Adventurer

My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom!

Sacrificial Princess and the King of Beasts

Saving 80,000 Gold in Another World for my Retirement

Kuma Kuma Kuma Bear

I'm the Villainess, So I'm Taming the Final Boss

Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle

Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid

Reincarnated as a Sword

Dahlia in Bloom: Crafting a Fresh Start with Magical Tools

Kakuriyo -Bed & Breakfast for Spirits-

The Vexations of a Shut-In Vampire Princess

Didn't I Say to Make My Abilities Average in the Next Life?!

Management of Novice Alchemist

These ones I am keeping an eye on but signs point to a favorable outcome.

The Do-Over Damsel Conquers the Dragon Emperor

I'll Become a Villainess Who Goes Down in History

Nina the Starry Bride

[k-nayee]

CHAPTER 1. Ἀφροδίτη

❝From the sea we came. To the sea we shall return❞

Tamed M.List

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The storm had raged through the night, shaking the shores of Driftmark with unrelenting force.

Skies had been painted black and the winds howled as if the sea itself were crying out.

While lightning split the heavens with deafening cracks of thunder, waves crashed violently against the rocks as if trying to tear the island from its roots.

With the passing storm came the morning sun. The sea, once wild and unforgiving, lay still—too still.

Rhaenys Targaryen stood on the shore for a moment. She took in the view of sunlight breaking through the clouds, letting the salty winds calmly brush over her.

It wasn't until the impatient steamed snort of Meleys did the Princess break out of her trance. Adjusting her leather riding gear with a sigh, she mounts the Dragon.

The Red Queen stretch her wings wide, casting a long shadow over the ground before launching into the air.

A daily routine of theirs, their ritual—a morning flight to clear Rhaenys' mind and stretch Meleys' wings after a long night of rest.

The air was thick with the scent of salt and rain and the island was damp from the storm's wrath.

They soared high above the coast, the wind whipping through Rhaenys' hair as she held the reins loosely, trusting Meleys to guide them.

Usually they flew a familiar route: circling Driftmark before venturing out over the sea where the horizon became a thin line, the shore a mere speck in the distance.

But today something felt off. There was an unease in the air that Rhaenys couldn't quite shake.

Meleys' flight was smooth at first, her powerful wings cutting through the remnants of the storm clouds.

But as they neared the point where Rhaenys would typically turn back, the Dragon did not obey. Rhaenys furrowed her brow, pulling on the reins gently.

"Meleys enough," she firmly but calmy called. It was a command the Dragon had always followed without question.

Meleys ignored her.

The Dragon's massive body continued forward, wings beating steadily as if drawn to something far out at sea.

Rhaenys felt her heart beginning to race, a flicker of worry igniting in her chest. She tightened her grip on the reins as her voice rose with a note of warning.

"Meleys turn back!" she demanded.

Still the Red Queen flew on, her head tilted slightly downward, her keen eyes focused on something in the distance.

Rhaenys leaned forward as her pulse quickened with a growing sense of unease. She rarely had to assert her authority over Meleys and this defiance was troubling.

The princess's voice rang out again, sharper this time.

"Meleys! Turn back!"

Finally, with a low rumbling growl that vibrated through Rhaenys' entire body, Meleys abruptly halted mid-flight.

Rhaenys lurch forward in her saddle. Quickly gathering her bearings, irritation flared up in the Targaryen Princess chest.

She opens her mouth ready to scold the Dragon for the insubordination when something catches her eye.

Seagulls. Dozens of them hovering around in a chaotic flurry.

Their sharp cries pierced the air, unnerving as they circled and landed on something floating in the water.

Squinting, Rhaenys leaned over to peer down at the source of their strange behavior. Through the ripples and foam of the sea, something brown and unnatural stood out against the waves.

"Meleys lower us down," she commanded, voice quieter now. This time the Dragon obeyed, descending smoothly toward the floating object.

As they neared the surface of the water, the seagulls scattered, taking to the skies once more and revealing the mystery.

Rhaenys narrowed her eyes. "What in the Gods' names..." she muttered under her breath.

A basket?

It was brown and tattered, half tangled in a bed of seaweed and foam. The sea gently rocked it back and forth as if cradling it.

She glanced around for any sign of a wreckage or debris that could explain where the basket had come from, but the horizon was barren.

Nothing but the basket. Adrift in the vast open sea. 

Rhaenys' mind raced, wondering where it could have come from—what it could hold.

She glance back at the distant speck of Driftmark on the horizon. She couldn't retrieve it herself. The distance was too great and the basket too far into the water.

Her decision was swift.

"I'm afraid I cannot reach it old girl," she murmured, patting Meleys' neck. "We'll send Lord Husband for this."

With a firm nudge of her heel and sharp command, Meleys was urged upward. The Dragon flapped her mighty wings and the two took off, racing back toward Driftmark.

As they flew, the seagulls returned to the basket below, their cries filling the air once more as if reclaiming their mysterious vigil.

The wind whipped against Rhaenys' face, but her thoughts were elsewhere—her mind unable to shake the image of the basket bobbing alone in the endless sea.

Whatever lay within, it was something meant to be found.

*･:*:★༓★:*:･*

Corlys Velaryon stood at the helm of his smaller ship. His grip on the wheel was steady, though his mind turned over the odd request Rhaenys had made earlier. 

He wasn't sure why they were searching for a basket—only that Rhaenys had come back from her flight with an urgency that left no room for questioning.

"Lord Corlys," one of the crewmen finally spoke. "Beg pardon, but where are we bound?"

It was rare for Lord Corlys to take such a small crew out with no explanation, and the crewman's curiosity was palpable.

Corlys grunted, his eyes scanning the skies ahead. He knew his men were expecting answers but he didn't have one to give.

"As if I know," He muttered. His tone was dry, the kind of humor that had always made his men both nervous and amused. "Follow Lady Rhaenys—she's the one with wings."

He gestured to the skies far ahead where the unmistakable silhouette of Meleys could be seen soaring through the clouds.

Red enormous wings beat rhythmically as she flew low, gliding gracefully over the water as if guiding them.

The crew obeyed without further question and set course to follow the Dragon.

Corlys cast one last look at the endless expanse of the sea before turning to the task at hand.

If Rhaenys had insisted he venture out into the open water, there was a reason, and he trusted her instincts without question.

Even if he couldn't help but wonder what in the Seven Hells she'd seen in that basket to require him personally to retrieve it.

Minutes passed in relative silence, save for the flapping of the sails and the soft murmurs among the crew.

Suddenly, Meleys begin to slow. The Dragon hovered in place for a moment before letting out a low roar as her wings steadily beat above the water.

Corlys squint into the distance, following the area the Dragon stopped at until he finally saw it—a small object bobbing on the surface.

It was almost insignificant in the vastness of the ocean, but there it was, right where Rhaenys said it would be.

"Set the sail," The Sea Snake ordered sharply. The crewmen responded instantly, slowing the ship to a stop.

He gestures for a rowboat to be lowered into the water, watching as it was quickly prepared before motioning a nearby cabin boy to board.

"Row out and fetch it," he commanded. The boy, no older than thirteen, looked up at Corlys with wide eyes before scrambling into the boat.

His hands shook slightly as he grasped the oars and gave a determined nod, not wanting to show his nerves in front of his lord.

As the lanky kid slowly made his way to the floating basket, the crew watched with bated breaths. He reached the spot quickly, his movements hesitant as he drew closer to the basket.

Shoving the seagulls aside with a quick swipe of his hand, he leaned over the side, cautiously reaching toward the tangle of seaweed and wicker.

Corlys watched with a set jaw, arms crossed over his chest. There was something unsettling about the whole affair.

The longer he stared at it the more his skin prickled with a strange sensation. He didn't like not knowing.

He glanced up one more time at Meleys who circled above as if she too were watching over the scene.

Finally managing to grab hold of the basket, the boy grips the edge and pull it into the rowboat.

 Corlys noted the tension in the boy's movements as he peeked inside. He didn't move after that, frozen in place.

The Lord of the Tides' patience wears thin. "Boy!"

The cabin boy jerked at the bark of his voice, nearly dropping the oars as he fumbled to cover the basket back up.

His face was pale as he began to row back to the ship with hurried strokes, his eyes wide and darting, but he said nothing.

Bumping against the side of the ship, the crewmen quickly hauls it aboard eagerly.

The lad climbs out the rowboat, basket clutched tightly in his hands. Several of the men stepped forward in attempt to get a glimpse of what lay inside.

The boy didn't answer any of their questions, his face still frozen in a look of shock. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came.

Corlys stepped forward, his expression sharp. "Well?"

The boy, still seeming to be in his flabbergasted trance, straightened up before simply turning the basket around and peeling the soaked cloth that covered it.

For a moment Corlys saw nothing but a bundle of fabri—

Golden eyes.

Wide golden eyes were staring right back at him.

Corlys blinked. You blink back.

"...A baby?"

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Rhaenys sat on the edge of their bed, the room dimly lit by the candles on the walls.

Her arms cradled the small, swaddled form of the child they had found—a child she couldn't tear her eyes from.

Behind her Corlys paced the length of the chamber. His footsteps echoed on the stone floor as he tried to make sense of it all.

He had seen many strange things in his life, conquered treacherous seas, and faced storms that could swallow ships whole—but this?

This defied reason.

"Found at sea...a child—an infant in the aftermath of a storm that tore apart ships hundred times her size," Corlys muttered. His thoughts circled endlessly as he continued pacing.

"We've faced storms like that before Rhaenys. Men—seasoned sailors, men who have lived their whole lives at sea—they don't survive it. And yet she did. This babe did. She survived."

Rhaenys didn't respond. He stopped his pacing and turned to look.

His wife's gaze was still fixed on you, lips pressed into a thin line as her fingers brushed tenderly against your tiny cheek.

You blinked up at her with wide golden eyes, your little body still as though the world around you did not exist.

"Rhaenys," Corlys tried again, his voice breaking through her reverie. "Are you even hearing me?"

"She's beautiful isn't she?" Rhaenys said softly, finally tearing her gaze from you to look up at Corlys.

Her voice was calm, almost wistful—as if none of the strangeness of the situation fazed her.

Corlys couldn't help but smile despite himself. There was something familiar in the way she held you, something that stirred memories of years long gone.

"You're already taken with her," he teased gently with a shake of his head. "Just like you were when Laenor and Laena were babes."

"How could I not?" Rhaenys murmured, voice thick with emotion as her shinning eyes looked back down to study you. "Laenor is soon to get married and become Lord of Driftmark, and Laena...soon she'll be married as well..."

Her voice faltered, expression darkening at the thought of it. The Lord didn't miss the shift in her mood but said nothing.

He knew well enough not to stoke the flames when it came to her feelings about their daughter's betrothal.

Violet gaze quickly returning to you, the tension leaves. Her voice is firm as she turn back to her husband. "There must be a reason we found her Corlys. The storm...it should have claimed her. But it didn't. She survived. Even Meleys ignored my commands, she wouldn't stop until she was found."

Corlys' gaze softened as he watched the two of you. He hadn't felt the same pull immediately—his mind too clouded with the impossibility of it all.

But now, seeing how Rhaenys looked at you, he felt it.

"A babe from the sea," Corlys mused, almost to himself. Rhaenys smiled, a wistful almost serene look crossing her face as she gazed down at you.

Corlys reached out and gently placed his hand on Rhaenys' arm. "We shall raise her as our own. She was meant for us." His voice was firm, words final.

This child—you—was now theirs.

*･:*:★༓★:*:･*

In the throne room King Viserys sat slumped on the Iron Throne.

His body showed slow signs of decay, his health deteriorating for months from the burden of ruling, wearing on him in more ways than one.

Young Queen Alicent sat beside him.

She was perched gracefully in the smaller chair, her expression distant and melancholy, eyes barely focused as she watched young Aegon playing with a wooden horse at her feet.

A small council of lords had gathered, discussing the damage from the previous night's storm.

"Reports indicate considerable damage to the southern lands Your Grace," one of the lords spoke. "Fields destroyed, homes flooded, and many men lost at sea. It will take time to restore the lands and account for the losses."

Viserys was about to speak when the heavy doors of the throne room opened with a sudden bang.

A breathless messenger boy stumble into the room, his eyes wide with panic. He flushed and quickly dropped to his knees once realizing the error of his interruption.

"F-forgive me Your Grace," he stammered. "But...but the Red Queen—Princess Rhaenys' Dragon—has been spotted arriving to the Dragonpit."

The room fell into hushed whispers of confusion and curiosity amongst the gathered lords. Even Alicent raised her head with interest within her eyes.

Rhaenys was not expected in King's Landing.

Before anyone could question the boy further the doors opened once more, revealing Rhaenys Targaryen herself standing tall and proud at the entrance.

Head held high, she made her way down the pathway toward the Iron Throne, her eyes fixed on Viserys.

The usual sea green and silver Velaryon colors she wore were unmistakable, but it was the white garb secured around her chest that seemed to glow vividly in the candlelight.

Long black hair—streaked with a growing silver by the day—cascaded down her shoulders, partially obscuring what she carried.

She did not offer a full bow to Viserys, instead a light bow of her head in greeting before straightening.

Her expression was unreadable, but the sharpness in her gaze suggested she had no time for pleasantries.

"Your Grace," Her voice clear was she stood before the throne. "I request an audience with you."

Lilac eyes flicker briefly to where Alicent and Otto Hightower stood. "Preferably private. What I have to discuss is of the utmost importance."

The tension in the room thickened. Otto's lips twitched, thinly veiled suspicion in his features.

Sensing the seriousness in his cousin's gaze and tone, Viserys raise a hand before the Hand of the King could interject. 

"Very well," he rasps, leaving no room for objection. "The council is dismissed for now."

Turning to the Hightower, Viserys added, "See that the lords are provided lodgings. We can speak of their concerns in more detail tomorrow."

Otto's smile was tight as he cast a lingering glance at Rhaenys before nodding.

"As you wish Your Grace," he replied, though his displeasure was clear. With a stiff bow he turned to usher the lords out.

Alicent rose gracefully from her chair, smoothing the fabric of her gown with practiced ease. "I shall attend to Aemond and Helaena," she murmured softly. "They are due for their naps."

She took Aegon's hand, ignoring the child's tugging at her hand as he whine and protest to wanting to stay, but Alicent led him out.

When the doors closed and room emptied, the silence hung heavily between them.

Viserys shifted slightly on his throne. "Now cousin," his brow raised. "What is it that could not wait?"

Without a word, Rhaenys stepped forward. Her hand came up to pull her long semi-black hair over her shoulder, a deliberate movement to reveal more of the cloth tied to her.

"Meleys disobeyed me yesterday," she began, "Corlys and I...we discovered something."

Her hand reach behind her to untie the cloth that was wrapped around her chest. 

She made it look effortless—the way she loosened the knots with one hand, supporting the weight of the small bundle behind her with the other. 

The cloth fell away in soft folds as she brought the lump forward to rest against her chest.

Viserys watched, his curiosity deepening as he leaned forward slightly.

Rhaenys adjusted the weight one more time before gently unwrapping the cloth to reveal your small, sleeping face.

The King of the Realm blinked in shock, stunned by the sight of the child in her arms.

He looked up at Rhaenys whose expression remained serious, her eyes watching him closely. 

 "A...child?"

Gently, Rhaenys stepped forward, her arms still cradling you as she drew nearer to the throne.

"We found her at sea Viserys," she said softly, words almost reverent. "The storm should have claimed her and yet she survived. I ask for your favor..."

Seeing her offer to him, his arms hesitantly extend out to allow Rhaenys to carefully place you into his hands.

"...Corlys and I—we wish to adopt her. To name her as our own."

Viserys stared down at you in disbelief. You felt impossibly small in his arms, your chubby face peaceful in sleep.

He hadn't held a newborn in years—not even his own children with Alicent.

His focus had always been on maintaining peace in the realm, on ensuring Rhaenyra's succession.

But now, as he gazed at your sleeping face, a strange warmth flooded through him.

He hadn't expected to feel this—this odd stirring of affection for a child that was not his own. His breath caught as you stirred in your sleep, tiny fingers flexing in the air.

"By the Gods..." Viserys whispered, unable to tear his sight away from you.

Almost as if hearing him, your eyes fluttered open. Golden irises, wide and curious, blinked up at him.

Viserys was taken aback. He stared down at you in silence, the rich hue of your eyes catching the light.

Then as if sensing his surprise, you let out a soft coo, your little mouth curling into a soft gummy smile.

Viserys chuckled softly. He glanced up at Rhaenys, who was watching you with a tender love-filled gaze.

"You and Corlys...you wish to name her as your own, yes?" Viserys asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Rhaenys nodded immediately, her eyes misting. "Yes Your Grace. We believe she was meant for us. She survived the impossible. Even Meleys sought her out. I...I can't help but feel that she was meant to find us."

The King continued to watch you as she spoke, his heart softening with each passing moment. He knew what she was asking. He knew what it meant.

And for Rhaenys, for his cousin, whom he had long felt should have been queen...he couldn't deny her this.

"A-and I understand the weight of such a request, but —"

"I'll do it," Viserys interrupted softly.

Rhaenys' breath caught. "...What?"

He huffs lightly before glancing back down at you, his fingers brushing against your small hand.

When your tiny fingers wrapped around one of his, he felt a strange sense of calm. "I'll legitimize her."

Tears welled in Rhaenys' eyes, a rare show of emotion from the normally stoic princess. "I...I don't know what to say Viserys. I—"

"I demand a trail!" The door to the throne room burst open with a loud clatter as Corlys Velaryon stumbled inside, his steps unsteady and clothes slightly disheveled.

A light sheen of sweat is visible on his brow and he looked a little worse for wear. Nearby servants hurry after him in attempt to help keep him steady, but the Velaryon Lord waves them off.

It wasn't until he decided to take a breather did he realize there was only two people in there, his eyes darting between the two Targaryens who were now staring at him in amusement.

Corlys straightens his tunic. His usually composed demeanor returned slowly as he tries to recover from his disheveled entrance.

"I..." He glanced at Rhaenys and then at you still in Viserys' arms. "I came to voice...s-support the legitimization...?" His words were a little breathless but the intention was clear.

Humor danced in Viserys eyes as he gently passed you back to Rhaenys. "It seems you have taken to the skies as well, and here I was told you get airsick."

He grimace, stepping closer to wrap an arm around Rhaenys as she cradled you in her arms. His gaze softened as he looked down at you.

"For her," he muttered, casting a fond look at you, "it's worth it."

Viserys chuckled again. "Well there is no need. It's settled. I've already given my blessing."

Corlys blinked in surprise before his expression broke into a rare genuine smile. He glanced down at Rhaenys, tightening his hold around her as pride swelled in his chest.

The Fifth King of the Targaryen Dynasty of Westeros smiled watching the three of you, his voice warm as he spoke the words that sealed your fate.

"____ Velaryon, First of Her Name."

[zazikels]

Nettles's story matters because of her lack of privilege. Because of the place she comes from. Because her heritage is left up in the air. The valyrians were shepherds before they were dragonriders and there's an inherent power to this person who was a nobody taming a wild dragon in a way the valyrians first could have attempted when they discovered dragons. She tamed Sheepstealer the way anyone might try to tame a wild animal, feeding and building a bond with him gradually. It can never be given to another character and have the same effect, especially if said character is the highborn daughter of two powerful families. She was literally just a girl and she tamed Sheepstealer and that story loses all of its power when it's Daem on's trueborn daughter whose own dragon hatching for her was meaningful in its own way, imo.

[ventique18]

🌸's jealous dragon darling when they return from another guy's birthday party without him...

🐉: "..."

🌸: "Oh? Is my baby jealous?"

🐉: "I am not a baby. Definitely not your baby."

🌸, laughing: "Oh, he is. Don't worry about it, just went to celebrate a friend. And Grim was with me too!"

🐉: "... You still love me?"

🌸: "I mean, this dragon is the cutest ever, so of course he's the only one for me!"

🐉: "Hmph."

🌸: "The strongest?"

🐉: "Hmph."

🌸: "The smartest?"

🐉: "..."

🌸: "The nicest! The sweetest!"

🐉: "Hm."

🌸: "Aaaand, the most husbandable~"

🐉: "Hmmmmmm... Fair point."

🌸, rubbing their head on his chest: "And the only one I want to hold, especially tonight~~"

🐉: *croons*

[ghurab-alzilal]

Damian Wayne "The Robin of Pets"

Just as Bruce seems to have a compulsion to adopt children, Damian seems to have inherited that gene but when it comes to pets, which are quite numerous and of all sizes and colors which are:

🐶 Tɪᴛᴜs ᴛʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ Dᴀɴᴇ

To strengthen their father-son bond, Bruce adopted a puppy as a gift in an effort to instill empathy for others in Damian. Although Damian was initially less than enthusiastic about the idea and was even distant simply calling him "dog," over time they became very close and best friends, eventually naming him after the Shakespearean literary hero.

• First appearance: Batman and Robin #2 (2011)

🐭 Sᴘᴏᴛᴛʏ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴀᴛ

Spotty is a small spotted mouse who lives in the sewers of Gotham and Damian greets him every time he visits those places.

• First appearance: Batman and Robin #13 (2011)

🐮 Bᴀᴛᴄᴏᴡ

After a mission in a slaughterhouse, Damian decides to adopt his peculiar bovine friend and even after witnessing the cruelty in those places he decides to become a vegetarian.

• First appearance: Batman Incorporated #1 (2012)

😺 Aʟꜰʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Cᴀᴛ

Pennyworth adopted this one for Damian from a shelter. Damian was somewhat skeptical as he believed he could not keep it for long, but upon seeing the kitten's personality he was captivated and named it after the person who gave it to him.

• First appearance: Batman Incorporated #6 (2012)

🦃 Jᴇʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴇ Tᴜʀᴋᴇʏ

Batman and Robin ruin the Penguin's attempt to ruin Thanksgiving thanks to Damian's trumpet. That's where he meets his feathered friend, who under the name of Jerry joins the Batfamily dinner. As a invited, not as the main course, don't worry.

• First appearance: Li'l Gotham #2 (2012)

🦇 Gᴏʟɪᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ Dʀᴀɢᴏɴ-ʙᴀᴛ

During one of the League of Assassins' tests in the Year of Blood, Damian is sent to exterminate a population of Dragon-bats and just when he is finishing the objective, a small puppy moves Damian to the core because the little one, instead of hating him for what he did, it tries to console him. That's how he decides to keep him as a "trophy" and his most loyal pet.

• First appearance: Robin - Son of Batman #1 (2015)

🐉 Wɪɢɢʟᴇs ᴛʜᴇ Jᴀᴘᴀɴᴇsᴇ Dʀᴀɢᴏɴ

During a joint mission with Nightwing in the country of the rising sun, Damian meets a dragon that helps them defeat criminals. Upon returning to Gotham, this huge friend ends up in the Batcave with Goliath and Batcow. Wiggles does not have a name during the course of the adventure but in an interaction between one of the writers and a fan he ends up being named as Wiggles the Japanese dragon. (click on the underlining text for context)

• First appearance: Nightwing #42 (2016)

[heartspark]

( not my art! ) art shown here is by nicholaskole!

[ryeallytired]

I (partially) finished my bookcloth dustjacket designs for the first two BBC Merlin books!

(if folks want, once I finish all the designs, I can make a how-to post for making these for your own merlin books)

Symbols:

For The Dragon's Call, the top two are supposed to look like two sides of an old style coin that was stamped with the symbols that appear on Excalibur in the show. The bottom two are chains in reference to Kilgharrah (and something something the chains of destiny and knowing how it "should be" or smthing...)

Valiant was a little harder, not as much to pull from. So it gets crossed swords for the tournament that's taking place, with the dog statue's head as the bottom symbols.

[lisannastraussisanangel]

Oooh body horror of dragon slayers love to see what u come up with 😈 ~

You get me! I'm so excited to do this!

Natsu's veins look like actual lava. Most times its very faint and you can't see it but when he gets mad they glow

His blood is so hot that it burns through things. He got a nose bleed once and melted a table

If he uses dragon force too often, his skin starts to blister and peel like super bad burns.

He also has a ton of burn scars. He didn't build up a tolerance to heat overnight and almost all of his body has rough, painful looking scars (little Natsu was always wrapped in bandages)

Gajeel's dead skin is straight iron and can give people tiny cuts. He wears a ton of lotion because any bit of roughness can hurt the people close to him

This is also the case for cuts on his body. The edges of the wounds sharpen and make it almost impossible to get stitches or bandages. He's also injured several doctors

His eyes and skin end up yellowing with age because of the extreme amount of iron in his body

His skin is either insanely cold or hot. If he gets too hot his skin turns bright red and sizzles. Too cold and he can actually freeze over (also yes, he rusts especially around his fingers and toes)

If Wendy uses her Dragon Force too much, she starts sprouting little feather nubs in her normal form. She has to pull them out with tweezers. It's very painful

Overtime her face and hands develop muscle spasms and tremors. She has a hard time controlling her expressions and gets to the point where she can't even hold items because her hands shake so violently

When she uses too much magic, her skin starts to turn blue from lack of oxygen. She has passed out from it before but it's very rare. The blue is almost every time and her lips are now constantly blue

Her finger nails are black/brown from the lack of oxygen in her blood. Overtime her finger tips turn the same color, but the nails start soon after her first dragon force (she hid it by painting her nails but had to tell others once her actual fingers started to turn)

Laxus' veins are also insane. They mostly look crazy like lighting bolts across his entire body. Drawing blood from him is a nightmare. Especially because his veins are incredibly thin too

He also has a shit ton of burn scars. More so on his hands and arms but also the inside of his mouth is incredibly scarred because of use of his magic

His entire back is covered in those lightning bolt scars too. They are not super visible but if you get up close it's insane

Erik's blood is straight acid. Just a papercut is enough to seriously injure someone. It's so strong that he can't even be operated on.

His skin is super thin. Like if you shine a strong flashlight on him, you can see all his veins and stuff

Because Sting's entire body makes light, he has like an insane amount of sun damage. His skin is very rough, cracked, and often has random burn spots scattered around his body

Rogue straight up feels like a dead body. When he was a kid, he looked like one too. Too skinny, bones popping out, super pale, and cold. As he got older he learned how to bulk up, but his magic still takes it's toll on his body

His pupils are always super big. Like you can barely see his eye color because his pupils are massive. Because of this, his eyes look absolutely massive

[ariavar]

I need Tyrion to become a dragonrider in TWOW through horse girl hijinks just so I can repost this a thousand times

[talism4niac]

Actually you know what, here's a Megathread of the folks behind Project Dragon / Everhaven

I figured the least I could do is highlight as many people as I can that had involvement with the project and has posted their work. If there's anyone that I missed please DM and I'll be sure to update this when I can! Go and show these folks some love! </3

Nicholas Kole : Portfolio | Twitter | Instagram

Airborn Studios : Artstation | Twitter

Ines Marsal : Twitter

Camille Peyrebere : Twitter

Leslie Van den Broeck : Artstation

Chloé Labbé : Twitter

Janneke Bruijnes : Twitter

Malte Sturm : Twitter

Andrea Orioli : Twitter

Charlène Le Scanff : Twitter | Artstation

Julien Allard : Twitter

Lucas St. Martin : Twitter | Instagram | Artstation

Andy Hansen : Twitter | Artstation

Florian Coudray : Twitter | Artstation

Malwina Czech (Mawluna) : Twitter

Joey Vergara : Twitter -Game Designer

Mel Ramsden : Twitter -Game Designer

Shaan Joshi : Twitter -Game Developer

Bethany Higa : Twitter -Narrative Designer

Dave Huddleston : Linkedin -Lead Animator

Cris Velasco : Twitter -Composer

Hunter Howe : Twitter -Director

Michael vicente - Orb : Twitter -3D Artist

[sonjalikestodraw]

as soon as I saw there was a red version of that chain dress with the hip cutouts, I knew Griseldir had to have it!