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[the-tigrou]

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[juneaupaws]

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[aramisdream]

I done recently a red Dragon :)

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[koboldmytten]

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[aenramsden]

The following is not my idea; it was the original brainchild of a friend of mine named Omicron, with help from various others including EarthScorpion, TenfoldShields, @havocfett and ShintheNinja:

So, you know what I want to do one day? Run (or play in) a D&D campaign in which the Big Bad Super Dragon that is fuckoff ancient and unfathomably powerful and whose actions have shaped history and bent the course of nations and had repercussions on the whole culture and society in the region where it's set; the Bonus Special Boss for some endgame optional quest after you defeat the direct BBEG and win the campaign...

... is a white dragon.

To explain this for people not deep into 5e monster lore; D&D dragons are sapient beings, and known for their instincts and tendencies, and whenever you meet an big evil dragon that's really old it's usually this ancient creature of terrible intellect Smaug-ing it up all over the place.

Except white dragons are fucking stupid. Like, they're still capable of speech and thought! They're just… feral, hungry morons. And you almost never see them portrayed as ancient wyrms for that reason; they lack majesty. Critical Role did it, yes, but even then, Vorugal is explicitly the most bestial member of the Chroma Conclave, and the others are the more intelligent planners and long-term threats. An ancient white as a nation-defining endboss, though; not a thug for a smarter master but as the strongest and biggest threat around is just not the sort of thing you tend to see.

Adventurers: "Oh wise Therunax the Munificent, gold dragon of Law and Good, what can you tell us adventurers of the evil dragons which rule this land?" Therunax the Munificent, 500-year old Gold Dragon: "Good adventurers, know this: this land is torn apart by the evil of Tiamat's spawn. The eastern marches are the dwelling of Furinar the Plague-Bringer, black dragoness whose hoard is a thousand sicknesses contained in the body of her tributes. The southern volcanic mountains are the roosting of Angrar the Wrathful, the fiery red dragon, who brings magmatic fury on all who do not worship him. And the northern peaks are home to Face-Biter Mike, the oldest and most powerful of all, of whom I dread to speak." Adventurers: "F-Face-Biter Mike???" Therunax: "Oh yes, verily indeed; two thousand years has Mike lived, and his eyes have seen the rise and fall of five empires, and a hundred and score champions have sought to slay him; and each and every one he bit their fucking face off."

Like... I want to see a campaign where Face-Biter Mike is genuinely the most powerful dragon in the region, if not the entire world. Where sometimes he descends on a city to grab himself some meatsicles and causes a localised ice age by the beat of his vast wings and the frigid wastes of his mighty breath and by the chill his mere presence brings to everything for miles around him, and everyone just has to deal with that for the next decade. An entire era of civilization comes to an end, an empire falls, tens of thousands starve in the winter, all because Mike wanted a snack. Where his hoard is an unfathomably vast mass of jewels and artefacts and precious stones frozen in an unmelting glacier, except he is a nouveau riche idiot with fuckall appraising skill, so half of his hoard is coloured glass or worthless knicknacks, and he doesn't give a shit.

"Your Draconic Majesty, this crown is… It's pyrite." "Yeah, well, it's brighter than this dusty old thing made out of real gold, it's my new best treasure. Throw the other one away." "…throw the Burnished Tiara of Bahamut, forged in the First Age of Man, your majesty???" "See? I can't even remember its fucking name." "But my lord-" "DO YOU WANT TO BE A MEATSICLE" "…I will fetch a trash bag, your majesty."

But at the same time, he's not stupid, he's just simple, and in some ways that makes him more dangerous than the usual kinds of scheming Big Bad you see in these things, while simultaneously justifying why Orcus remains on his throne (because he's lazy). Face-Biter Mike doesn't make convoluted plans or run labyrinthine schemes; he just has a talent for violence and a pragmatic, straightforward approach to turning any kind of problem he struggles with into a problem that can be resolved with violence. Face-Biter Mike has one talent and it's horrifying physical power, so his approach to any complicated problem is "how do I turn this into a situation where I can fly down and bite this dude's face off?" with absolutely no regard for the collateral damage or consequences of doing so, because those are also things he can turn into face-bitable problems.

"My lord, the dread necromancer Nikodemion is using his undead dragons to attempt a conquest of the eastern kingdom; his agents are everywhere, his plans are centuries in the making, what can we do against such a mastermind?" "I'm gonna fly over the capital and eat the eastern king." "M-my lord???" "The kingdom will collapse without leadership, Nikodemion will win his war, he'll take the capital and crown himself king." "And that helps us… how?" "Once he does I'll fly over to the capital and eat him." "…" "This is why you advisors all suck. You're all about convoluted plans when the only thing I need to win is know where my enemy is so I can fly down there and eat him. Stop overthinking things."

And, like, yeah, it's a simplistic plan, but when you're several hundred tons of nigh invincible magical death, you don't need brilliant strategy; the smartest way to win a war is, in this case, the simplest. He's not even all that clever at figuring out the consequences of face-biting, he's just memorised the common consequences of doing so.

(If you want to go all in on Mike being the major mover and shaker in the region; Nikodemion only even has a pet zombie dragon because Mike killed the last dragon to show up and contest his turf but wasn't going to eat a whole dragon by himself. Nikodemion got to stick around and amass that much power because Mike ate the Hero of the Realm while he was adventuring because he figured the Hero would come and try to slay him at some point. Nikodemion got started because Mike ate half the leadership of the Academy of High Magic who typically keep evil wizards and necromancers in check. And then eventually this product of Mike's casual, careless actions becomes a big enough problem to bother Mike personally, at which point Mike eats him too.)

He doesn't even really fail upwards, either! He is regularly reduced to nothing but the glacier he stores his hoard in, but he's Face-Biter Mike so nobody wants to commit to actually ending him forever lest they get their faces bitten the fuck off. And his hoard's in a huge-ass magical glacier so nobody can get to it without running into the Invading Russia problem; it's hard to wage war when everything is frozen over and you're both starving and freezing to death. Once he's been beaten back to his central lair and has lost all his holdings… I mean, he's still a problem, but he's a far away problem. So he loses his assets and spends a decade in a cave brooding it up while no one dares risk trying to actually kill him, and then a generation or two later he flies down to a kobold colony and gets himself some minions, or a dragon-worshipping mage comes to offer his service against a pittance from his hoard, or a particularly stupid cult starts thinking they can get in good with him and leech off his power, and then he's (hah) snowballing again.

He's also got a very… well, the kind of weird Charisma that Grineer bosses do. Like Sargas Ruk, who's a malformed idiot, but oddly charismatic. As he's a dragon, that makes him a natural sorcerer and thus Charisma is all he needs. He's pretty relaxed when he isn't in a face-biting mood, and he's kind of infectiously optimistic, because his life has taught him that he will succeed as long as he perseveres. So he just believes it.

And sometimes that's really refreshing to work for, as an evil minion of darkness! It's like, you're coming to your Evil Dragon Lord with terrible news; you've worked for evil overlords before, you know how it goes. You fall to your knees weeping and tell him that you've failed to seize the incredibly powerful magical artifact, you think your life is forfeit. And he's just like "Eh, it's okay, these things are all over the place. Better luck next time. You remember the guy who took it, right?" and you go "Y-yes, oh great lord!" and he's like "Sweet tell me his name later and I'll grab it" and then eats a frozen adventurer he kept around as a snack.

His followers tend to quickly realise that if they fail him, bringing some temple's silver or a sack of brightly coloured beads or a couple of dead cows means he's super forgiving because at least he's got something out of the day. "Oh boy, cows? It's been forever since I had those, ever since the Orc Steppe Nomads took over it's all about goats and onions. Today is a good day." He's a master of delegation by dragon standards, in that he just tells you "Just go get it done, I don't care how" rather than micromanaging you and constantly appearing as an image in smoke or taking over your campfire.

The key part of Face-Biter Mike as a threat to players (because he exists in the context of a D&D campaign) works well in that you can rely on several known quantities:

He will not pull sneaky shit that you don't see coming

He will not make convoluted plans that you must work to unravel

He will consistently attempt to come down and wreck you personally if he finds the opportunity and you are a threat to him

You cannot fight him head-on (at least not until the last leg of the campaign, and ideally as an optional boss rather than mandatory)

So as long as you are good at staying under the radar, thwarting his minions (whom he gives broad orders to with almost zero oversight) and not putting yourself in face-biting range, you can deal with him. If you succeed, it won't be the first time Mike has lost his assets and had to go brood in his glacier for a decade or two before rebuilding. It happens; he can deal with it. And that's a win for you within the context of a single campaign, so take the win.

And if you're not going to use him as an enemy, he works pretty well as a quest-giver, too! The costs for failure are obvious and straightforward, and "do whatever, just get me mine" means that players have a lot of freedom in accomplishing their goals. As far as evil overlords go he is actually one of the least dangerous to work for; his pride is relatively subdued by draconic standards, his goals are simple and typically achievable, and he is easily pleased.

(There's also a good chance he is the forefather of any draconic sorcerer in your party, because Face Biter Mike is a deadbeat dad.)

[tartsniffer]

Hey guys, we fucking w the Medieval dragons au? Incoming monologuing (rambling)

And also cw for suggestiveness lol

Need to let gang kno I fw GfxDarnell🙏

Low-key? The Pico's school trio is erm— in a very toxic and draining, weird "will they, won't they?" Dynamic. Pico and Darnell fw each other but not in like the, bros B4 hoes!!! Way... Bc for Darnell it's hoes B4 bros... Nene has a superiority complex bc she's a dragon princess and Pico is inferior to her because he's in the army, while Darnell is a Dragon/Drago Pet otherwise known as a tamed dragon, usually bred with the intent of devoting their life to serving superiors, hence why Darnell is stuck with GF

Gf is Darnell's queer platonic, ALSO "will they, won't they?" Friend. Think, Dragon guards isolated tower that lone princess lives in !!

Nene and Darnell are more, tamer than Pico and Darnell because Nene pities his status as a pet. Darnell is well aware of this and he loathes her for it, he believes she only really values herself.

ALSO NENE IS A EASTERN DRAGON YAYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love eastern dragons lol, low-key wanted to make her a phoenix since they're known to be the opposite of Dragons, gender wise, dragons r usually male , let's just say female easterns r rare👅

Actially, they all have types/breeds(?) Nene is a eastern dragon, usually known to be able to manipulate the weather and water

Pico is a Western dragon, like Darnell. He's more of a warrior, his father was a general of Nene's army(or well, Nene's parents) hes also low-key, Nene's pet, so hes a bit of a hypocrite. He isn't native to Nene's land thou, his dad was forced to move there after an almost complete wipe out of their homeland.

Darnell is ALSO Western, he's not from Nene's area either, he's a pyro dragon lollll. Tamed dragons can actually be any "type" , they're just selectively bred to be pets. He grew up near Nene's land, that's kinda how all three of them know each other.

They're ride or dies but it's all incredibly toxic !!!🫶

Need to ramble about GF's lore too but that would make this post too long

[the-ember-island-players]

it just hit me but if we're really going to get this anal about how black people don't exist in a show about dragons because hey they're Vikings, gentle reminder to everyone that drago, you know the villain from movie 2 wasn't white, hence implying that even if the Vikings were homogenous in real life (I don't know if that's actually true and I don't really care enough to do the research cuz that's besides the point) they certainly made contact with black people in this universe specifically.

And I didn't see anyone complain about accuracy then. So if yall never cared about accuracy when the villain was black but the love interest being black is a problem, that's not looking too great for you guys ngl. Astrid's name was kamikaze in the book, a Japanese word. Krogan wasn't white. One of the maidens in the show wasn't white. Tuffnut occasionally speaks in Spanish. Trader Yohan wears middle eastern/ Eastern European garb. The kids all speak with American accents. Again, dragons. The barbaric archipelago already doesn't fit with the idea of homogenous Vikings so is Astrid's race such a big issue?

For the people complaining about appearance specifically, I sincerely doubt we’re going to get a one to one adaptation, even with the old director, so her appearance will probably be the least of your issues once the movie is out but i at least understand where you’re coming from. She kinda looks like her in terms of wide spaced eyes imo but look if you’re stuck on blonde hair (maybe hair dye?) and blue eyes(contacts?) that’s your opinion I’m not gonna go there with y’all I’m just gonna ask that no one send her hate.

Idk i don't care enough to be invested in it anyway, but as someone who's been in the franchise from the very beginning, check yourself. Look inwards, make sure your criticism isn’t coming from a place of hate.

[kavdragun]

~[A commission for @/FunneeBee , art by me]~

A big ref sheet of their new eastern dragon lady character, Gaya! character originally designed by me

[the-tigrou]

*COUGH COUGH* 

 Yep, she's done 👀

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[h3lfaerie]

I am removing the SJM-inspired and ACOTAR-inspired tags from Path of Alfheim.

I am keenly aware that SJM being a zionist is not news. Unfortunately, due to my personal lack of knowledge on the subject (and being in Eastern Europe for the better part of my life where I wasn't exposed to that discussion), I did not know for a very long time. When I found out a couple months ago, I removed the Inspired-by-SJM tag from the fic immediately. I do not wish to be associated with this person or appear as if I support the atrocities going on in the world right now.

Recently I was made aware that her views and certain depictions of the Fae in ACOTAR are blatantly racist to Irish culture. I've had the chance to converse with someone well-versed in Irish history today and I am greatly appreciative of said person putting things into perspective. But I am so sorry to not have known that for so long. Especially when I'm writing something so deeply inspired by Nordic beliefs.

While SJM did introduce me to the concept of Faeries at a young age (which is why I tagged the fic as ACOTAR inspired in the first place) the Fae depicted in my fanfiction are not the same species as hers. They are my interpretation, and are heavily based on Celtic folklore: from the aversion to iron, to Rowan being a hallowed tree that can break their glamours, the animalistic traits of the species, the inability to lie...

I have a whole tag under which I post sources and research I have incorporated in Path of Alfheim. (Like Drago potentially being from Eastern Europe based on his design.)

When I first began doing my own research on the Fae I was very surprised by how many of their traditional features SJM has removed or made 'farcical' in her universe. And at the time I thought it was creative liberties, but alas, I've found out the 'whys' today and it's absolutely grotesque 🙃

From the start I knew I wanted my story based in Nordic and Celtic folklore because I became deeply passionate about it the more I dove in.

Those tags were put there simply because this author introduced me to the genre and the concept of Faeries as a whole and by extension vague similarities can be noted in the way I've used the English language (it is not my mother tongue, I've absorbed and learned from what I've read). Those books are, unfortunately, what inspired me to start writing for myself and with everything I've found out today it has absolutely gutted me. My passion for this author was what got me hooked on Fantasy and reading to begin with. And I honestly wish I could describe how heartbreaking it is to know that someone who's inspired me so much has turned out to be such a hateful human being.

I am deeply disturbed by everything this person stands for today. And I am truly, truly sorry if I have unknowingly caused anyone who has come across my fic hurt or offense by seemingly supporting her.

I do not support this author, I do not support her views and I am beyond disgusted with everything she's said and done.

Thank you for taking the time to read through this.

[ask-healthy-light]

To her simultaneous mild frustration and immense adoration, Frost innocently asked Luna whether she would not rather stay outside to clear her mind, as she remembered that she let her know about this before they left her room together; but after Luna quietly sighed in response, she placed a hoof on Frost's cheek, wearing a smile on her face, and intimately whispered that she meant something else.

Even when she so blatantly implied what she had in mind, it still took a while for Frost to realise what Luna meant, until something clicked, and she quickly turned away in embarrassment as her blush drastically brightened, to Luna's amusement; but after she chuckled, she gently turned Frost's head back to face her, and kindly said that she was certain neither of them had anything to worry about.

If it reassured her, though, Luna solemnly promised Frost that she would not ask her to do anything if she did not feel comfortable, but even if she did, and they both wanted to try, they would go as slowly as they needed to make sure they both enjoyed themselves; but as she said before, should the two of them go further, it was best that they return to their quarters, instead of this cold grass.

Fortunately, the realisation that they were indeed still lying in the cold and damp grass under the starry sky snapped Frost out of her state of embarrassment, and after she shook her head, she asked Luna if she still wanted her to carry her back to the Palace, to which she merely shyly nodded; and to her immense surprise, as Frost rose to her claws, Luna was flung upward, and landed in her arms.

As soon as Luna landed in Frost's arms, as if by reflex, she wrapped her arms around the Dragoness, and instantly pulled herself close as she quivered in her entire body, until she realised where she was laying, and she let out a deep sigh as she calmed down; and she chuckled at her own foolishness as she more gently embraced Frost, before the Dragoness unfurled her wings, and flew to the Palace.

At the same time, back in the Dragon Lands across the Eastern Sea, Nox felt a strange warmth within herself, as well as a tingling feeling that made her legs feel weak, though whither either of these sensations came, she did not know; for if she felt ill so suddenly, she doubted she would feel such euphoria in her mind, and if some spell had been cast on her, she would have heard someone come by.

The only thing Nox could think of was that she felt her Mother's sensations, but before she figured out what it could be, she saw a figure stir awake in the distance, and she quietly flew back to the camp to make sure the white-coated Stallion she saw sit up was all right; and Shining gently rubbed his eyes when Nox landed right next to him, whereafter they asked the other if they were all right.

Although their synchronisation briefly made the two chuckle, they knew they had to stay quiet, lest they wake the others up, so after she helped him stand up, and they had wandered some distance away from the camp, Nox asked Shining how he was doing; and the yawning Captain politely replied that he peacefully dreamt about being with his Family again, for which he clearly knew he had her to thank.

While all good things must come to an end, Shining continued, there was no rush, no fear, no doubts of any kind that woke him up, but merely Cadance quietly promising him that she and their Daughters were all right, even though they dearly missed him; and after she told him that his help was needed where he was, they carefully and gracefully pressed foreheads, before he waved to her, and woke up.

Seeing as the night was steadily passing, and he did not know when she switched places with Boom to take over the watch, he told her to sleep while he watched over their camp and company, as she also needed her rest; for he figured that it was exhausting to walk through the dreams of so many others not only to warn them, but also to grant them more blissful sleep, while almost neglecting herself.

After Shining walked Nox back to the camp, he grabbed his sword, and as she laid down, he said:

"Although I fear I will have to use it far too much tomorrow, I hope I need not use it tonight…"

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[giulliadella]

So I love any and all dragons, and I have a soft spot for Slavic/Eastern European Dragons. However, finding English information about them that isn't The Big Main Myths is hard, so I'm interested in hearing not necessarily the stories, but any small little detail you know about Serbian dragons. Stuff like "they turn into wasps if murdered."

Here’s the legend directly from the mythology book that I have and here’s the translation!

“Building a city or a monastery often begins by killing a dragon so that people could settle down on her territory and devote to their day to day businesses. One legend tells that Miloš Obilić (extremely important mythical hero in Serbian folklore), when he wanted to build Tumane monastery, first had to slay the three headed dragoness near Golubac (a city). Her baby cried so hard that her tears tuned into Golubac wasps. They bother people and animals alike to this day, as a reminder of an old murder and that there is no comfort for a child who cried their eyes out. Even if it is a little dragon.”