#fields of mistria Caldarus

[remight]

AF revenge of @harperillustrates 's farmer oc!

[sweetheart-talks]

Caldarus has to relearn many things after being in his statue form for so long. him trying to relearn the slang of the time was extremely funny. watching him try to use words like "slay" and "ate" was the funniest because everytime he tried and said them he'd look at you for approval that he did right..the poor old dragon♡

[hobgoblinsandpeachfuzz]

Loving a lot more characters than I though and I may ship Eiland x Caldarus x My Farmer but had to doodle the man the myth the legend that got me started on this game

[ollypuro]

hands

[novasintheroom]

I sniffed an opportunity and came running ehehe *rubbing my hands like a fly*

🎀 with Caldarus

Wanna brush his gorgeous long hair. I find it therapeutic. He mentioned one time in the game having trouble with brushing his hair and said he started using a branch instead of his claws (gift this man a proper brush pls :') )

Shh. Shh. The brush is gentle with your ministering. 

It is a hot August day. Perfect for sitting in the shade and not moving. Caldarus had planned to do exactly that, but then you came, as you always do, with something new for the Guardian of Mistria to experience. Today, that was a hairbrush and the demand that you let him “play with” his hair. You bribed him with sugared berry scones. And how could he say no to that?

Caldarus expected more pain, to be honest. Brushing his hair is always the bane of his day, but he does it, too proud to leave himself rumpled or ungroomed. The branch he found always catches on the snarls and leaves and other things that happen in his mane. Dragging his fingers through does not help. But you are gentle. And have an actual brush.

A grasshopper clicks somewhere to the side. There are plenty of other bugs humming and singing in the heat. Birds, too. Caldarus feels himself growing heavier with each brush. His eyes close.

Shh. Shh. “So unfair,” you murmur.

His ear flicks, eyes opening groggily. “Hm?”

You continue to brush. “You have so much hair. And it’s such a pretty color.” Shh. Shh. Caldarus closes his eyes again, the gentle pulling on his scalp a balm to his sleepy soul. “I wish my hair was this thick.”

He can’t help but snort at this. “You would not enjoy it in the heat.” The amount of times he’s peeled his hair from his neck with sweat is both astonishing and unpleasant. 

“Probably.” Shh. Shh. Shh. “But I still love it.”

Caldarus’ tail curls pleasantly at the compliment. You set the brush down and begin running your fingers through the strands, separating them. He assumes you will braid it. With more tugging and gentle nudging, he does not realize he has fallen asleep until he snores awake.

“Tired?” You say, a laugh caught in your voice.

His lips tug upward. “It is very easy to fall asleep in this weather.”

“Bet it also feels good to have someone play with your hair. I always did when my friends played with mine.”

He hums in agreement. His head is already tilting toward his chest again, ready to fall back into sleep.

You nudge him awake. “Here. Lie down on my lap.” Gold eyes widen and look at you. Your smile is friendly, and you pat your thighs. “C’mon. I can still play with your hair while you sleep.”

He hesitates. Dragons, by nature, are solitary and often do not touch others. But he is also mortal now, and feels a tug of want when he looks at your legs. They do look soft…and you mentioned that friends often do these sorts of things with each other.

Throwing caution out, Caldarus settles down and gently places his chin on your lap, careful of his horns. His arm wraps around your midsection, the other folding under his stomach. You shift a bit to get more comfortable — “So my legs don’t fall asleep,” you say — and then you’re right back to playing with his hair. Even humming as you create multiple braids within.

Caldarus falls asleep quickly after that. The warmth in the air, the pull on his scalp, the softness of your lap…

You ask him a question, and he snores softly in response. Smiling, you decide that means “yes” and start placing pink and white bows in his hair.

You’ll leave the brush for him when he wakes.

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A/N: Didn't really know how to end this, so here ya go lmao <3 Thanks for playing!

[scrapbunny-art]

“The essence that you bring to me continues to slowly restore my power…Living in this form has certainly been an adjustment”

[colourkat2003]

Something something when your dragon boyfriend sheds his immortal state to save you from an evil scroll

[sunflowerpin]

Spring Festival; Now with no longer statue dragon!

[anamaleth]

"I am Caldarus, the Guardian of Mistria. Thank you for repairing my Shrine."

[minthe-drawings]

"my savior!"

[hobgoblinsandpeachfuzz]

Some more faves so far

[ollypuro]

confession

[liviiblahblah]

My pookie is awake!

[scrapbunny-art]

Local dragon takes secret showers to avoid suspicion

[colourkat2003]

Hearing that caldarus' is a bad cook, yet a foodie, will fuel my soul for the foreseeable future

[sunflowerpin]

Even talking Dragon Statues deserve to enjoy the festival too!