#linus dragon

[ebonytails]

🐉 Commission for @ammycharizard17!

Thank you so much for being so patient! :-D Tried to do something a little different with this rendering :-)c

[smellophone]

It’s a little more obscure, but this special has always held a special place in my heart :)

[hauntedppgpaints]

everybody circling, it's vulturous/negative/nepotist. (6/8)

on the vastly differing media opinions on goalies.

( x. x. x. x. x. x. x. )

[shungieshrieks]

Some quick late night doodles/brush tests of my Warden + LI and early party members

[lostfan23]

[quillstean]

why is THIS GUY

kinda giving this guy...

[theliterarywolf]

Break for the oc ask thing

It can't be easy losing the only person on the planet who was keeping you sane...

[fratboystrider]

Closed Trial

Linus sits in waiting outside the Duchess’ courtroom. He takes a glance around the room, eyes darting over some portraits, statues and other Girvenan works. He catches the glow of his reflection in some armor and stares for a moment. He looks like utter shit. His long navy hair is disheveled and there’s mascara streaks running all across his face. So he fixes himself up as best he can. Smoothing his hair and wiping his cheeks with his tunics sleeve before deciding this is as good as it’s gonna get. Back at waiting, Linus notes the hallway is largely silent save for the creaking sound his boot makes when he bounces his leg and the occasional maid. Meaning, nobody of importance has seen him at what he’s dubbing his lowest point so far.

He’s been waiting in the hall for... well, at this point, he’s not really sure. An hour? More? It feels like more. Across from him are two big, fancy-looking golden doors. The very same doors his parents and the Duchess of Girvena had passed through however long ago he’s been here for. Were he a lesser man, he’d find those doors a little intimidating. Only a little.

The imperial guard of the Arc had stormed his family's estate a few days ago. They'd arrested Linus claiming the Duchess of Girvena had summoned him and he was to be tried for an alleged “bureaucratic transgression” as they put it. It was pure nonsense, really. Linus had spent the next two nights cramped in a cell in who knows where. The whole ordeal made him want to throw a fit. He’s a big boy. He’s 20 for fuck's sake! He can admit it; he was a little shaken up. But can you blame him? Basically kidnapping the Count of Meara's son? The heir? Disrupting his plans for the day? He figures he’ll have the pleasure of threatening and hopefully ending their lives after he meets with the Duchess, and they clear up this whole mishap. Don’t get it wrong; he was guilty of a crime. It just wasn't something so heinous that it'd warrant such a reaction. He didn’t even know it was a family crest that he was stealing! It wasn’t even his first time robbing someone! To think... petty theft tried at such a high level... what a waste of time for everyone involved. Surely there are more pressing political issues that the Arc should be focused on. Surely the Agular's can take a joke. Everything will be fine. Totally.

…

……

… So then, why were they taking so long?

See, the more he thinks about it, the more wrong everything seems. He’s never been detained for more than one night. His parents usually bail him out, yet this time they didn't do anything. They let him rot in a grimy cell for days. It doesn’t make sense. He’s the Count’s son. Their public image would suffer immensely if this got out and— his thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the stupid, shitty golden doors creaking open. A faint blue glow emanates from said doors and his mother, the Countess, pokes her head through. "Linus, mon chou, come," she says, holding out a gloved hand. As he arises and walks towards the door, she presses her finger to her lips, pleading with him to be quiet. For once in his life, Linus obeys.

He is greeted by the Duchess Elodi of Girvena, who sits behind her desk with her hands folded beneath her chin. His father stands across from the Duchess, his back to the door, his head bowed in what is presumably disappointment. Were his antics actually that bad?

"Linus, I wish we were meeting under different circumstances. Please, take a seat," the Duchess says, motioning to an empty chair.

With a quick bow Linus takes a seat and starts explaining his case, "Your grace—"

The Duchess holds her hand up, interjecting, "I don’t actually care. And for your sake, it’s best we finish this hearing quickly." She begins sifting through documents leaving Linus with no time to process anything. By the time his mind catches up to the scenario at hand, the Duchess is holding up a long sheet of paper and clearing her throat.

"After much deliberation, I have reached a verdict. Lord Linus of Meara, for your many crimes against the Arc, for your refusal to learn from your actions, and for your failure to fall in line, your punishment is exile. You are to leave the Arc. Forget your family, your wealth, and your title. You have no place here." the Duchess continues to read his verdict with no emotion, staring at him blankly when she finishes.

Linus blinks. "I– what?”

"You are to leave after the hearing," the Duchess instructs, clearly ignoring him. Why was she ignoring him? "You are to never return."

His mother places a hand on his shoulder. An empty attempt at reassurance. He shrugs her off, leaning forward. "I don’t understand," Linus tries again, "why?"

"What you did was political, Linus. You stole the crest of a rival family," the Duchess explains, crossing her hands under her chin once more. "You should be glad your parents opted for this instead."

Oh.

Of course. But of course they’d do this to him.

Linus turns to his parents, livid, "You're sending me away?" His mother, a Countess, is covering her face with her hands. “Mama” he pleads, “mama, why?” When she does not respond, he turns to his father. The Count still can’t look at him. "Papa, look at me," he demands. "How could you do this to me? Look at me, you coward." Linus slams his fists on the Duchess’ desk, which makes the Duchess back away. Linus grasps at stray documents and shoves anything he can onto the floor with a loud yell. He pulls at his hair, unsure what to do next.

He feels wounded. He wants them to hurt.

He hopes this is as harrowing for them as it is for him.

"Linus, enough," the Duchess says tentatively. As if she's speaking to a child. "Be grateful".

Grateful? He’s about to be abandoned. Is this stupid country worth more to them than their son? He feels like he’s being killed. "They're sending me away." He turns to face the Duchess. Grateful? "I’m too troublesome. So they’re sending me away. And you want me to be fucking grateful?" He laughs. He wants to cry.

“Is this your sick idea of love?!” Linus shouts, turning to his parents, “You think I’ll forget all the au pairs you hired to do your job for you?!”, the two finally look at him. “I’d rather die than live alone in exile. I’d rather die than be stripped of my title. My inheritance is the only good you’ve done for me.”

"Had it not been for your parents’ negotiation, you would've been executed," the Duchess states matter-of-factly. Like that magically makes it all better.

"Linus of Meara, you are a spoiled brat. You’ve had everything in life handed to you. Even now, after you’ve put their lives and country in danger, your parents still choose to spoil you." The Duchess gestures at them. If he looks for it, he can see fear and sadness in their eyes. Linus isn’t really sure what to think anymore.

"You have a few hours to pack and leave," the Duchess says, snapping him back to the very dire situation at hand. "I suggest you start as soon as possible if you want to leave the Arc alive."

[airyairyaucontraire]

The children have, at their crafty mother's instigation, repainted their three-storey dolls' house chalk white and redecorated it for their dragons. (They love iridescent 3D-printed dragons like these - there's a chap who sometimes sells them from a stall at our local Saturday morning market, but not always, so it's like the magic shop in a fantasy story that's not there when you try to go back.)

On the top floor Linus has his green dragons, Jade and Aqua, surrounded by (artificial) greenery, a vine of white flowers, a "pool" of green glass marbles and little blinking pastel fairy lights. Jade's head peeps out from under the trailing foliage of a plant and it all looks lush and lovely and a bit like an upmarket day spa. There is a frog and a turtle, too.

The next floor is Hannah's and she has more of a classic dragon's lair aesthetic with a cave-like floor (rumpled brown scarf) scattered with pebbles and golden (brass) treasure, and her (blue) ice and (orange-red) fire dragons sitting on treasure chests. It looks sumptuous.

The next floor is Barbara's and it is empty except for a small Duplo structure in the middle topped by a bathtub with her rainbow dragon in it, a jet of plastic flame, a Duplo cat, and then there's a flashing disco lamp and a strand of blinking rainbow fairy lights. She is very pleased with it. She says it's "romantic."

The basement has sunflowers, trolls and Artemis from Sailor Moon in it.

[stripesysheaven]

i honestly think that stargirl had the best villains since ben linus. like genuinely. the morally grey yet definitely still evil characters. the “we’re kind of friends with them but also would never trust them completely” kind of relationships. heroes and villains just hanging out with each other even though they know they will probably be fighting later. its one of my favorite things

[primrose-fr]

Here's a list of all the projects I completed this NOTN!

[spindleweedss]

Inquisitors whose eye colour is changed by the Anchor, my beloved

[jaycielantern]

never got around to uploading these guys! These refs were made in june for artfight i just am bad at social media

[crimsonender]

Lily. You are no match for the supreme powers of my evil autism. Here is a non exhaustive list of well written, complicated but inarguably villainous characters the audience is intended to and does sympathize with!

Josh Kiryu (The World Ends with You)

V (V for Vendetta)

Light Yagami (Death Note)

Crowley (Supernatural)

Sephiroth (Final Fantasy)

Ryo Asuka (Devilman)

Xehanort (Kingdom Hearts)

Azula (Avatar the Last Airbender)

Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body)

Killmonger (Black Panther)

Ben Linus (Lost)

Ashley Graves (The Coffin of Andy And Leyley)

Andrew Graves (The Coffin of Andy and Leyley)

Poison Ivy (DC)

Gollum/Smeagol (The Lord of the Rings)

Doctor Freeze (DC)

Satan (Paradise Lost)

Makima (Chainsaw Man)

Hades (Hadestown)

Eric (Phantom of the Opera)

Sister Jude Martin (American Horror Story)

Johnny (Johnny the Homicidal Maniac)

Miranda Priestly (The Devil wears Prada)

Sweeny Todd (Sweeny Todd)

Velma Kelley (Chicago)

John Gaius (Locked Tomb)

Solas (Dragon Age)

Griffith (Berserk)

Javert (Le Miserables)

Starscream (Transformers)

Mystique (X-Men)

Zim (Invader Zim)

Frankenstein's Monster (Frankenstein)

Vriska Serket (Homestuck)

Lotor (Voltron Legendary Defenders)

Elphaba Thropp (Wicked [Book Only])

Simon Laurent (Infinity Train)

The Batter (OFF)

Blaine DeBeers (iZombie)

Zoisite and Kunzite (Sailor Moon)

Annie Wilkes (Misery)

Woodes Rogers (Black Sails)

Davy Jones (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Aravose (The Dragon Prince)

Kagura (Inuyasha)

Demona (Gargoyles)

Two-Face (Batman)

Tai Lung (Kung-Fu Panda)

Roy Batty (Blade Runner)

Lelouch (Code Geass)

Your mileage may vary of course, but we all know the reason why Lily said 50 to begin with was so that no one could possibly challenge her. Unfortunately for her, I, an extremely autistic man am not afraid of a challenge. If anyone else wants to add to my list go ahead! 😊

[shungieshrieks]

God I forgot how long Dragon Age is

[probablybadrpgideas]

OCtober day 27

Pets need names!

The OC so far

Our OC is a silver dragon with purple eyes, who works as a weaver, does giant bonsai for fun, and has a good relationship with their parents. They can breath capsaicin solution, as well as shapeshifting, though in other forms their hair is silver and they remain short, fat, and muscly, just as they are in dragon form (an average dragon being over 200 feet long), with a mascy-femme presentation. They are aroace, and don’t think much about gods, despite being a tax-paying citizen of the remnants of a fallen fantasy steppe civilisation that once ruled the world, alongside their pet mimic. Their archenemy is their former roommate, a wizard named Zoloft, who used to share their cave. They’re scared of lizards