#dr wyvern

[wyvolf]

Wyvern reveal !! He’s still similar appearance to my personal Bright design bc… it’s what the brain demanded and I felt if I changed too much it’ll be hell on earth for me (idk how to explain), but uuuhh! Clothes are temporary till I think of something more unique lol! Gonna call the hair extension looking bits “tassels” bc that’s a funny word and I like it- I did take them from an older OC grins. The injury is from falling off a horse similar to what happened to me, bc if I don’t imprint even a little I will explode.

Also not on the quick ref bc I forgot but his eyes can turn to like… slits but not necessarily cat like. A secondary side affect of the amulet. There’s still a lot of things I’m trying to work out, if you have questions on wyvern don’t be hesitant to ask! Also! Unlike other rewrites/amulet wearers he isn’t a site director at all! Still a researcher!

[yourfavouritecharactersasdragons]

Pizza Cookie from Cookie Run, the brainrot I've always had regarding her demands it

[twig-the-edgelord]

Clementine continues to show everyone his gecko, Harold

Dr. Midas Wyvern -> @cosmohause

[egg-emperor]

who do you think the hottest titan is?

Wyvern 💜 big long flying scary draconic boy with tons of teeth!

also the way the cyloop attack makes Wyvern's wrists cuffed and chained down got me thinking 👀

love how Eggman looks to be piloting a beheaded Wyvern body replaced with the Egg Mobile with a head piece and wings similar to Supreme in the MC texture pack too lol

my man took pieces of them and made a new monster and included my favorite thing about the Wyvern, the wiggly body!

[fierykitten2]

If anyone wanted to know my answer to the question “you’re allowed 8 new racers, 4/6 new body parts, 1 new wheel part and 1 new glider for Mario Kart and they can’t represent fandoms already represented by a racer, what would they be?”

Racers

Captain Falcon (F-Zero)

Dr. Stewart (F-Zero)

Pico (F-Zero)

Samurai Goroh (F-Zero)

Iron Valiant (Pokémon) - maybe have the shiny as an alt

Mach Rider (Mach Rider)

Samus Aran (Metroid)

Fox McCloud (Star Fox)

Body parts

Golden Fox (F-Zero) - SNES style

Wild Goose (F-Zero) - SNES style

Fire Stingray (F-Zero) - SNES style

Miraidon (Pokémon)

(Samus’ Gunship (Metroid))

(Arwing (Star Fox))

Wheel parts

Miraidon’s energy wheel (Pokémon)

Glider parts

Miraidon Glider (Pokémon) - has a gimmick where it is located at the head of Miraidon when they are paired but otherwise this glider sits in the correct place and gliders paired with Miraidon sit in the correct place

[playstonkers]

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[eclipsecrowned]

writing about valas' childhood is fun because sometimes it's him as a silly baby faced rich boy in his lil poofy velvet pants running around with boo in the city.

and sometimes he's sat staring autistically into a middle distance with his lil driders my first poison kit by malice d. designs. and my g*rions ward comes in after a long day of work asking what his son is up to. 'potion,' says the little man. ooh, says his father, greater healing? invulnerability? hill giant strength? valas says nothing, his tisms tisming as he inspects his beakers and kid sized alchemy tools. his father is so full of love for his clever little boy--

he pauses. sees the label on one of the glasses. vi, he calls, why does the baby have jal wun jivvin?

[dions-destiny]

art dump part 4

February 2023

[leafy-allosaurus]

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐒

no Rain World rn, but dr ra g n

YES I KNOW WHAT A DRAGON IS FROM A WYVERN.

if anyone’s gonna complain about this im gonna grab them by the ankles and make you fall.

CLOSEUPS;

[wyvolf]

Why he… why he >:(

(Also can u tell I used the smallest canvas sized possible I had to screenshot to make it look… a bigger size !)

[yourfavouritecharactersasdragons]

Oh my gosh, PLEASE do The Boiled One/Phen228 from Dr. Nowhere if you're able. I think it'd look SICK as a dragon

[fictionplumis]

On the plus side, my terrible experience has brought me to a Sandman human!AU.

Hob Gadling is a history professor who has the terrible habit of getting himself into shit situations, the newest one being hit by a car while walking to work and ending up in the hospital with some pretty serious injuries. After surgeries and stuff, since he has no family and doesn't want to bother friends looking after him, he gets an extra long stay in observation, and the only spare observation room happens to be near the pediatric ones. His doctor is Dr. Teleute and she's the best, they hit it off really well, even if her first experience was him drugged to high hell and badmouthing all doctors in general.

Dream is her little brother and an author, mostly children's books, but he has more adult (re: mature, not sexual) novels under his penname Morpheus. Every so often he'll go to the hospital and go around room to room, reading to the kids. Hob overhears him and as Dream goes to pass his room, jokingly calls out, "What, you're not going to read to me?" and gives Dream the biggest puppy dog eyes.

He's joking, of course.

Dream freezes in the doorway for a long second, awkwardly because he's fucking great with kids but this is a whole ass adult and he has no idea how to answer this. Not that he looks uncertain, he's way too stoic for that. So he just...

Walks into the room and asks, "Which book would you like? I have one about a raven named Jessamy, one about a wyvern, pegasus, and griffon guarding a king's castle, and one about the world's best librarian."

Hob wasn't expecting to get that far. He chooses the wyvern one because it sounds awesome. And it is! He genuinely enjoys it, and Dream enjoys telling it to an adult and still having the story thoroughly appreciated.

He keeps coming back to read the kids, more often than he would usually just because Hob confesses that's bored as fuck and it's nice to have some company and someone to talk to, and he brings different book options for Hob to pick from. They end up talking too, and Hob eventually admits that he likes hearing Dream read from the other rooms because he's really great with the kids. Super patient and chill, always answers all their questions even if the question is utter nonsense, and it reminds Hob of when he had his own son.

(Eleanor and Robyn were in a car accident. It took her immediately, took Robyn a few agonizing days afterwards, and Hob can't keep from choking up as he tells Dream. Robyn was five. He had been married to Eleanor for nearly a decade. Dream merely says that he understands, and though he says no more, the look on his face is enough for Hob to know he really, truly does.) Of course, the day comes that Dream shows up and Hob's room is empty and his sister is like, "Sorry, little brother, but it's against HIPPA for me to give you his contact information... JK, haha, he actually left me his phone number specifically for you, here you go."

[tyrannic-prince]

Tentatively offers my pretty boy to you fishy loving folks 🐠💖

This is my boy Caspian or Cas for short. He's meant to be based on a lionfish, and I'm slowly tweaking his design so he reads as such 😅

I shan't bore you with his full backstory, so I'll give you a tl;dr version. Although hmu if you wanna hear all of his backstory 👀

In his official canon, Cas is an ex-Sun Pirate turned Revolutionary. He was framed for murder and has spent time in Impel Down. He is the doctor of the crew/The RA, and herbal/traditional medicine is his field of expertise. He loves plants and is very passionate about them, he will gladly infodump about them if you let him. He also really loves reading and is a huge bookworm. Oh, and he was an old friend/flame of Arlong at some point ❤️‍🔥

However, his lore/backstory is slightly different in my One Piece D&D game. He's a lot younger, he didn't join the Sun Pirates, although they did save him from being kidnapped when he was a child. Our pirate crew is called The Winged Wyverns, our ship is The Red Maw, and Cas is the first mate instead of the doctor.

Some of the hijinks that D&D!Cas has gotten upto include:

° Walked into the wrong restaurant and nearly getting killed by Celestial Dragons.

°Failed his Con save, got wasted and drunkenly joked that Blackbeard is his bestie. Now everyone believes that The Winged Wyverns and the Blackbeard Pirates are allies and is scared of us.

°Is currently pretending to be a CP0 agent and is enjoying scaring the shit out of local Marines

If anyone is taking commissions atm, lemme know because I'd love to get more art of my boy 🥺

Art by:

☆ _mythir

☆ chubbi-star

☆ cutetoboewolf

[journey-to-the-attic]

3rd anni req 2: [DRAGON AU] mammon / first encounter

ao3 link

note: requested by @whensam! i have to admit, i was hoping this'd pop up. i know i can write what i want, but i always feel i need an excuse anyway. you didn't indicate a preference for pov and i also just ended up wanting to do both, so this is a little longer than expected as a result!

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Baker's children don't make good hunters. We’re used to carrying sacks of flour, not sprinting across fields with pitchfork-wielding mobs in hot pursuit. We don't make good kindling, either, but that hasn't stopped about half the adults in the village - for shame, I'd say, if I had the breath to speak.

Here's the thing. Our village isn't exactly a popular spot by any definition of the term. We're too far from any big cities to make good business, we don't make much worth selling, and the people certainly aren't charming enough to warrant a detour.

More important, though, are the creatures we share land with. Through the grassland that border the crop fields, there are invisible lines drawn in the soil - ones that no one crosses.

These lines mark dragon territory, and everyone knows that a dragon would sooner eat you for breakfast than stop for a reasonable conversation. Reasonable conversation is not something I have the luxury of at the moment, which is why I’m already several hundred paces over the line.

Just fifty already takes you into the forest. I don’t hear footsteps in pursuit anymore - they’d have to be mad to follow me so far in, which is exactly what I'd been banking on. The issue now is that, rather than being pitchforked, or burnt at the stake, I’ll probably just get eaten instead.

I pick my way through rotting leaf litter and ridged roots before collapsing against an old oak, wondering if the moisture dripping from overhead is safe to drink - or at least to wash my mouth out with. Gnawing through rope seems like a clever idea until your teeth start bleeding.

I can’t stay here, I think. Dying now would be like letting them win. Then Dad will have smacked the alderman for no reason.

Just as I get back to my feet, something whooshes overhead. I freeze. Those wings were larger than any bird I’ve ever seen.

Surely it couldn’t see me through the leaves. I crouch low to the ground and try to hide in the undergrowth - the wingbeats disappear until all I can hear is distant birdsong.

At least they’re having a nice day. I duck my head and trudge through a hedge - and come face to face with a dragon.

“Argh!”

I leap backwards. Bad move. The sunlight falls across its pointed face just in time for me to watch its pupils expand into full moons, like a cat on the hunt.

It doesn’t pounce. It doesn’t charge, snap or growl. It creeps slowly, eyes fixed on me the whole way forward, as if making sure I know that I can’t escape.

Nowhere to run. I press my back against a wizened old pine and shut my eyes tight - throwing out an arm, as if that might shield me.

Nothing happens. Then something cold presses into my palm.

My eyes snap open. The dragon blinks down at me. Its eyes are such a deep shade of blue that it’s almost dizzying. Oh. Oh, okay.

Its - his? I wonder, noting the ridges on his nose - snout rests carefully in my palm. He seems to register me staring at him, and snorts. The hot air is just on the brink of scalding, but not quite enough to hurt.

Then, almost experimentally, he opens his mouth - a yawning chasm of teeth, poised as if to ever-so-gently bite off my head. Except he doesn’t do that. There’s no pain - no crunch of broken bone or split sinew - far from it. The dragon leans down, carefully hooks his teeth into the collar of my shirt, and takes off.

I’d have screamed if it wasn’t for all the air leaving my chest at once. The forest shrinks to a dark blanket beneath us faster than I can even register it happening, and I realise very quickly that I’d be dashed to bits if I so much as slipped.

Wyvern, says an unhelpful voice in the back of my head as we soar. The dragon’s white-and-gold wings blot out the sun, but they’re so brilliant that it’s hard to tell the difference. They’re good fliers.

Before long, the dragon lands - legs first, digging his talons deep into the soil as he skids to a stop. After a moment, he huffs, then (strangely gently) drops me in a heap on the stony ground.

There’s a rumble, a swoosh - then several thuds, a swoosh of wings. I watch a shadow fall over my field of vision, then slowly raise my head.

Oh, I think a little faintly. 

All sorts of colours, all sorts of demeanours. One in particular steps forward - dark, with crimson eyes, and the sort of air about him that tells me he's the leader. Boss, I'll call him, if only to settle my own nerves. The dragon that brought me here (Goldie, I decide, still trying to settle my breathing) steps forward with a sort of chirrup in greeting.

It's a spectacle, if nothing else. Here are seven dragons, horns and wings and all. I've heard cautionary tales and horror stories, but they never really tell you how majestic they look in real life - scales shinier than any jewel I could imagine. Marvels of creatures, really. If only I had the wits to appreciate it.

Boss is growling now - there's a sort of heat rolling off him in waves. Some of the feeling coming back to my numb legs.

If only I knew what they were saying...

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It isn’t often that the forest bears treasure - usually it’s all very boring things, like meat and berries and leaves. To be fair, Mammon's used to treasure of the shiny, golden kind - not this weird little critter crouched against a tree.

It smells faintly of smoke and burnt wheat. He stalks closer, but he's testing it more than anything - it doesn’t look like any prey he’s familiar with.

When he gets close, it sticks out a little starfish-shaped appendage and closes its eyes. He smells bitter fear now.

Is it greeting him? Telling him it isn’t a threat? That’s smart. He thought only dragons could be smart, but it’s not behaving - nor does it look - like any dragon he's ever met.

So he returns the greeting with his snout. He half expects to be stung, like the time Asmo brought that little spidery thing home, but all the critter does is look up at him fearfully.

Interesting. On a whim, he scoops the little round thing off, and decides to take it back home.

The weird not-prey goes still as soon as he takes off. Once home, he lets it disembark (drops it on the floor, though he tries to be gentle), then looks up to face his brothers as they land around him.

The others decide to keep their distance. Lucifer is the first to plod forward and investigate.

He sniffs carefully at the air, then makes a crackling noise somewhere at the base of his throat - which isn't usually a good sign.

“That’s a human, Mammon," He says, glaring at the little critter. It’s still sitting, frozen.

“It’s a what?”

“What’d you bring that for? Stupid.” Belphie settles back on his haunches, blowing out a puff of frost. “Can’t go around snatching humans. We’ll get hunted. Stupid.”

“Shut up,” He grunts. “And I didn’t snatch it. Found it walkin’ around in the forest.”

“That’s impossible,” Satan says nearly immediately. His tail swishes back and forth - slow and deliberate, an analytical glint in his clever eyes. “They don’t let their young anywhere near us.”

“Well, whaddya call this, then?”

The human - apparently - suddenly seems to regain use of its limbs. Springing to its feet (Levi shrinks back, crest flattering over his head), it stumbles for a moment, then abruptly ducks under one of Mammon's wings.

The rest of his brothers - who'd similarly drawn back - relax again with a simultaneous murmur of vague confusion. Mammon blinks. Then his tail starts flicking at the end - like it always does when he's pleased.

“...you are not keeping it,” Lucifer says, looking as if he'd very much like to fly off into the sunset.

“It might have a disease!” adds Asmo.

“I don’t care what any of ya say,” Mammon says stubbornly, snapping at Beel when it looks like he might creep in for a bite. “I’m not sendin’ it back to the forest. It’ll be dead in a day.”

"It might be dangerous," Levi hisses. "It's totally giving me the evil eyes."

"Stop scaring it, then,” Mammon says loftily. “Relax, ya big baby - You’ve got teeth bigger than its whole head.”

“You are not keeping it,” Lucifer says again, as if repeating himself will make him sound more in charge.

“Pfft. Can’t tell me what to do.” He snaps at Beel again. “Oi! No bitin’! Go raid your stash or something.”

Beel’s horns seem to droop a little. “...fine. C’mon, Belphie.”

“I was busy,” complains Satan with a huff as the twins flap off. "This is boring. I've seen deer carcasses more interesting than that weird little thing."

"Go look at your stinkin' carcasses, then," Mammon shoots back, fighting the impulse to spit something at him.

Satan does exactly that. Levi soon slinks off as well, apparently still intimidated - and Asmo seems to have disappeared as soon as he decided the human wasn't going to make a good accessory.

Lucifer, meanwhile, stands his ground. His tail is beginning to lash in agitation. If Mammon’s lucky, maybe he’ll even start spitting fire.

“I'm not gonna eat it,” He says stubbornly.

“I wasn't going to tell you to,” Lucifer replies, but he sounds very much like he’s considering it. “Belphie was right. If a hunter sees us with one of their young, they’ll take it as a threat.”

“Like we wouldn’t win,” He scoffs, sitting down with a thump. "Anyway,don't ya smell the fire on it?"

A single scarlet eye narrows a little. Evidently he hadn't - though Lucifer's always smelling smoke, by virtue of the literal furnace in his chest, so he can't really be blamed for not noticing.

The human is peeking out from beneath his wing with a little more bravado now. Lucifer eyes its round little face as if it might start spitting poison at him.

"...humans don't usually try to set fire to their young," Lucifer says after a moment. "You're sure she doesn't have anywhere to go?"

"Wouldn't've been in the forest if it— uh, she did." He glances down. "C'mon! Not like we don't have the space."

Lucifer is silent. Then he gives a long-suffering sigh - sending a plume of dark blue smoke into the sky - and bends down to the human’s eye level again.

“Will you behave?” Lucifer asks her severely, as if she can understand dragon-speak.

The human child blinks up at him. Then she reaches up and plants a hand on his snout.

Mammon holds his breath. After a moment, Lucifer’s wings flutter, then settle.

“I’m not having any part in this,” He announces, stepping back. “This is to be your responsibility only. Don't make any trouble for your brothers. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, yeah,” He says dismissively, occupied with keeping his triumph from showing in his tail. Got it.”

Lucifer glances down at the human one final time. “...take care of her.”

And off he flaps - to attend to his usual nighttime duties. He says he's keeping watch for danger, but mostly they seem to involve gazing darkly into the sunset.

With his brothers dispersed, Mammon takes a moment to actually consider his situation. He doesn’t actually know what taking care of a human child involves. He doesn’t know much about humans in general - it’s not like he usually pays them any attention. Maybe some of his brothers could give him some advice… if any of them were interested in the kid’s well-being, at least.

They’ll come around, He decides after a moment, unfurling his wings and attempting to nudge the human in the general direction of their living caves. First, I gotta figure out what these things eat…

[tobebrutal]

DARP Advent 2024 - Day One!

Get to know each other! FIRSTS AND FAVORITES!

preferred name : deeds. preferred pronouns : any / all. favorite dinosaur : dilophosaurus, solely because i want to believe jurassic park got it right despite knowing damn well they fucked it alllll up. what's the coolest rock you own or have seen : okay there's a story here.. i work at a school and about 5-6yrs back ? some lil shithead threw a rock at me from down the hall. i kept that sucker, drew a face on it, and it lives in my silly lil office now.

here is said rock, linked cause i don't wanna bombard dash.

what piece of media was your first experience with dragon age ? : origins what was your first dragon age game ? : origins which is your favorite da game ? : origins, awakening specifically what was your first da book or comic ? : the stolen throne which is your favorite da book or comic ? :  silent grove who is your favorite da character ? : woof.. okay, samson. shh. don't tell the others. what was your first ship ? romantic or platonic : zevran / warden what's your "forever" ship ? romantic or platonic : cullen / amell :'))) what is your favorite da-verse creature ? : wyverns. hands down.

what's the best advice you've ever gotten ? : " never respond to shade coming from trees that bear no fruit. " a silly quote i read once. it has a nice message at its core.

are you comfortable receiving feedback / asks from others as the event goes on and will request on certain days that other people reach out ? what are your boundaries ? if you're okay with asks / comments , are you okay with them from anyone or followers only ? : my only stipulation is that you look at me during.

share a picture of something you're excited about/something that you love!

this is my son, dr. pippin. he's smol and spoilt and he has a phat ass.

[callie-shifts-apparently]

WAIT I GET A TAG I LOVE THIS !!!! u must tell me all about ur fantasy dr now omg

RAAAAH OKAY. Im working on a Notion thingy that I'll link when its "done", and i loath everyday that i havent figured out the magic system yet, but heres the super basic outline:

- Its a european medieval fantasy setting, magic and mythical creatures and such (the only humanoids are like. Elves and Humans though, so not quite high-fantasy)

- I live with my adopted dad + mentor, Cassius, on this collection of floating islands called the Peregrine Islands

- Dragons are a fairly big part of the world but are severely under researched, so we work in a government funded program to study dragons. but this usually means just dicking around with them lol

- Gods are real (though not all powerful). the two primary Gods are Celia of the Moon and her sister Seraphis. Seraphis is commonly known as the sun goddess but shes technically a god of twilight and dawn. Celia's followers are all very different with different styles of worship but generally Celia sends signs through dreams, where as Seraphis dormant because every few hundred years she makes these big "miracles" and exhausts all her power

- The 9 levels of hell are real and each level has a legendary weapon associated with it. In order to keep the 9 Hells closed, the weapons are sealed away in each of the 9 capitals of the world. Eventually one of them (I dont remember which weapon it was my b <\3) gets stolen by this shapeshifter mf and pawned off to pirates but idk where that plotline is going juuust yet 👀

- im Super Cool and also Arospec in this reality so in my dr i naturally have a love triangle goin on 🤘 plan is polyamory but we'll see how it goes lol. One is a boy-next-door type from an old-western-style town me + Cassius visit sometimes, other is from an arctic tribe with these cool seaglass beaches i found on pinterest and immediately adopted into the universe jdbsksbsj

- yeah generally Stuff Is Going On LMAO but 99% of my time in my DR is me going on research trips, special requests from the princess, and housekeeping for dragons lol. eventually im gonna have to write a wholeass BOOK on them and even defining what a dragon IS is going to be such a task oml. but i <3 my work

- other animals like jackalopes and unicorns and phoenixes and merfolk will exist for sure for sure for sure, but ive always been autistic about dragons and that WILL NOT change there

- My riding dragon is a pretty common one but hes my bestest friend ever ever everrrr. Hes an orange + white feathered wyvern called Solstice and I'd die for him a thousand times over. His species typically keep to family groups in these like, year-round autumn forests near the peregrine islands? but during certain times of year theres like. 30-50 of them hanging out in fields to even out the food sources yk. without the camouflage of the forests they just rely on strength in numbers :] i have to go every year but honestly its a vibe. theyre a very docile dragon lol

- Cassius' riding dragon is a very serious girlie called Juno !!! Cassius worships Celia of the Moon very dutifully so even his dragon is moon themed lol. Juno is like a SUPER DUPER rare kind of dragon where they have a really long life span because their eggs almost never hatch. they only hatch on eclipses, and theyre super fun too because if they hatch during a Lunar Eclipse you get the horned variant (Juno), and if they hatch during a Solar Eclipse you get the frilled variant :D!!!! I gotta sit down and properly design them one day but AAAA

- OH Familiars also exist here!! they basically work as like a reservoir of magic if that makes sense? The spell it takes to get one is super tedious and draining but Cassius helped me with like, support spells so i managed. Familiars basically either can double the strength of one spell, or allow you to cast an additional one. They can take on basically any shape so long as its mobile because magic isnt stationary. Mine is a blue tiger cub named Tybalt/Tibby (Hes based on my favourite stuffed animal lol). most familiars are semi-tangible and pretty small - Tibbys about the size of a small rabbit. Familiars natively make like. Wind chime/glass clinking noises :3