#now i just need claws and horns and a long prehensile tail and tongue and five other things and then ill finally be RIGHT

[obliviasart]

I don't post myself frequently but I went to a lesbian Halloween party held in a church and found out just how gender affirming fangs are for me and I need you all to know that I'm hot

[undead-merman]

Yo this is the person who asked about Monster Dia and Barb, I just want a monster that suits them best.

Alright, I’ve got Barbatos as a Naga and Diavolo as a Dragon

Obey Me Headcanons (Monster Edition) 🐲Diavolo🐲 and 🐍Barbatos🐍 as Yanderes GN - Reader SFW 

Diavolo

Appearance

Diavolo is a proud dragon. He stands much taller than most in the Devildom. His large human figure stands at ten feet tall.

His skin is covered in dark maroon and gold scales, most of them centered around his face, chest, and legs. His legs resemble a dragon’s more than a human’s with three wide toes and long black talons.

He has a long prehensile tail as well tipped with a tuff of black fur and lined with large black plates sticking up dangerously.

His horns and teeth are long and fearsome, his fangs always manage to hang out of his mouth and his smile can be just as lovely as they are terrifying. His horns are always adored with gold accessories, usually in the shape of: golden skulls, torn wings, and blood red rubies.

In his True Form he stands taller then any building in the Devildom and with a wingspan capable of casting a whole city in darkness.

Diavolo’s build is much bulkier in this form, mostly seen around the jaw, and wings. His wings contain rougher and sharper scales and contain some of the black plates his tail has.

His Hoard and His Breath

Diavolo’s bed chamber also doubles as the Royal Treasury. Since his draconic nature craves hoarding wealth he has a need to sleep amongst the treasure.

Every morning he spends his first hour of awakening, sitting amongst the hoard, fiddling with gems and Grimm in his clawed hands, immersing himself in the candle lit room of wealth. Afterwards, he gets up to drink tea with breakfast while reading the R.A.D Newspaper.

He gets anxious and grumpy if he can’t be near his hoard for too long. Barbatos has to help make time in Diavolo’s schedule for Hoard Breaks.

Whenever he pleases, he’s able to breath massive plumes of black hot fire and streams of red lighting. Everything in its wide path is reduced to ash. It gets wider the angrier he gets, and it’s believed that if he truly was ever to get enraged, he could destroy the entire Devildom.

Spending Time with You

Diavolo is captivated with you to the point of obsession, needing you by his side at all times, though knows you need some freedom. Despite his instinctual anxiety of you having autonomy, he knows he could easily dispose of anything should it ever threaten his position with you. Anyone who makes you doubt him, or try to lure you to their side, he would make sure there is no trace of them left.

You are often given gifts, his form of courting you even if you’ve already tied the knot. Gifting you outfits and jewelry made from the finest gold and purest gems. He does this because he now considers you the center of his hoard, the paragon of his wealth, treasure and triumph. He wants to coat you in beautiful fine things.

He enjoys you touching the scaly parts of his body. It feels nice to have your soft warm skin on his cool scales. If you're not against it he’d enjoy you grooming him, it's relaxing.

He loves to have paintings of you made in different beautiful outfits in graceful poses amongst fantastical locations. He likes to sit with you as you pose for the artist and just talk. He adores this special time with you.

You’re the one in existence that has the right to join him in his hoard, and he thoroughly enjoys the time he spends with you in his hoard, which feels more complete with you amongst the jewels. If he had it his way, he would forget about everything except you and his treasures.

His Dark Tendencies

He has such a deep infatuation with you that he would do anything to have you. Though he doesn’t want to force the feeling onto you, instead he does it in secret, keeping up the perfect prince image for you as much as possible.

If he sees someone he deems a threat, he’d make sure they’re taken quietly and dealt with far away from you so there's no possibility you could ever see it.

Sometimes if they’ve made him angry, he’ll take the perpetrator to a private hunting ground so he can hunt them down and eat them himself, making sure not even the bones are left.

He had a wing built onto the castle just to house the thousand portraits he had made. He’s slowly overtime made it into a museum dedicated in all of your splendor. Glass encased objects of random things you had given to him, ranging from birthday presents to random cans of vending machine black tea.

He has stolen a few of your clothes, a uniform jacket or tie. He likes to fall asleep with your scent in his nose.

Diavolo doesn’t punish you at all, you can do no wrong in his eyes, only others can mislead you. He wants you yourself to fall in love with him, you have to learn by yourself how much of a perfect match you are.

Misc. Stuff

Despite being a Dragon with such fierce fire, Diavolo loves to fish in a sized down version of true form.

When he gets too excited his tail wags like a dog’s. He’s been known to have knocked over a few things with his tail when you or Lucifer came to a party or ball of his.

His eyes turn reptilian like in his humanoid form when he gets upset, or when he wakes up in the morning and is processing everything. It takes him a few moments of just staring at the ceiling to figure out he’s awake.

He has given the brothers a ride on his back as a dragon a few times, but sometimes he had flown a bit too fast making them fly off.

Barbatos

Appearance

His body is long and slender, reaching forty feet long. His scales are flat and smooth, black with a teal iridescence to them. If you look at them closely you can see a triangular pattern on his back in different shades of gray and black.

His tail however splits at the end perfectly in two symmetrical pieces.

His tongue is forked and long but he hides it well, however he does have teal coloration on the tip. Barbatos also has a few scale patches on his cheeks and just along his spine to his back hairline.

Barbatos has long perfectly trimmed claws that are sharp as a razor and grown out just far enough to start curving.

Being Cold Blood

Barbatos has to deal with the annoyance of being cold blooded, if he doesn’t heat himself in a nice warm place often enough he becomes lethargic; however no one has ever seen him resting let alone warming himself, people wonder how he always manages to be ten steps ahead of everyone while being cold blooded.

His secret is Diavolo, as he exudes a warm presence simply being near him provides enough heat to keep active for an entire day; and a pot of warm herbal tea to help jump-start his day.

He’s a type of Naga to use constriction against his prey, he has fangs but no actual venom. When he gets angry at the Little Ds you can find him constricting them and giving them a cold smile while scolding them.

Spending time with You

Barbatos just finds you so captivating and pure, he wants you in his arms. He wants to protect something so soft and warm, compared to him.

He loves to wrap his tail around you, around your waist, around your shoulders, he likes it even better if he can wrap it arounds your body completely just feeling the warmth of you on his skin.

He has a habit of spoiling you by bringing you everything you ask for. He always has breakfast in bed for you, he likes to bring you your clothes and always gets the chair or door for you.

He enjoys spending time in the garden with you, sharing a cup of tea and light pastries. Light rainy days are always his favorite just the sight of you in the green glow of the garden, the plump droplets catching the starlight above.

He likes to see you relaxed and happy, it makes his heart feel light and makes him proud to see how content you are. Sometimes he likes to lay with you and place fresh flowers around you and just admire you. He just loves looking at you.

His Dark Tendencies

He gets jealous fairly easily but he tries to not let it show in front of you. Just you smiling in front of someone else is enough to make his scales rise in anger.

He makes sure to find them and threaten them to stay away from you and says it while constricting them so much that they begin turning blue. All of his bottled up anger from everything that has happened, even events that don’t involve the victim, are being let out on them. Harshly and slowly.

He’ll very rarely punish you, if you go out of your way to escape from him he’ll make sure to chain you up and make you beg for him to take care of you, if you don’t you’ll be left alone without food or water.

He has a slightly sadistic want to make you cry. It looks so cute and beautiful to him, like the rain from the garden is dripping from your lovely eyes.

Misc Stuff

Most Nagas aren’t afraid to hunt pests, meat is meat, but Barbatos has a delicate palate and the thought of eating rats makes him ill. He also has a sensitive stomach so he can’t eat too much or anything too hot.

He loves to relax in hot baths but he never has time anymore helping with Diavolo and the Seven Demon Lords.

He likes to wake up early in the morning, put on an apron and start making pastries fresh that morning. Every morning is something new and always delicious.

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[damienthepious]

it’s still tuesday here for THREE MORE HOURS i didn’t heckin miss it i made it

Like Whispering

[ao3]

[Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla

Characters: Rilla, Lord Arum, Sir Damien

Additional Tags:  Fluff without Plot, Literal Sleeping Together, Sleepy Cuddles,  (basically just a deep dive into monster anatomy), (and Rilla's incessant hunger to understand things), (i'll be real with you this one is weird), (but i like the ending and i need something to post for the IMPORTANT DAY), Lizard Kissin' Tuesday, (i hope y'all care to hang with me while i unpack a buncha headcanons about Arum's body!!!!)

Summary:  Rilla examines the fascinating landscape of her monstrous lover while he sleeps.

Notes: I don't even know anymore fam I hope SOMEONE besides me enjoys this at least. There is at least one Lizard Kiss this time, thank the Saints. Rated T for implications of sex in the past. Title take from the song 3 Rounds and a Sound by Blind Pilot. ]

Rilla will never stop being fascinated by Arum.

He sleeps beside her, between she and Damien, and even that is a thousand page treatise on the concept of trust that she wants to memorize front to back. When he sleeps alone he curls into a ball, tail wrapped around himself like a cat, but in the bed they share he is more apt to sprawl, hand and hand and hand and hand reaching out until they can find a soft source of warmth, until he can pull his lovers close against him and curl around them instead.

It’s easier to really learn him, in sleep. He tends to get irritable with her if she stares at him too long in the daylight. Which is fair, Rilla reasons. Analyzing the bone structure of your monster is a process that requires more direct observation than anyone would reasonably call polite… but Rilla can’t help herself.

Arum’s body is like a puzzle in some ways. Like four or five puzzles piled up together, actually. She’s been taking notes about the subject in longhand, in code, because she doesn’t think he’d appreciate her trying to categorize him so thoroughly- but it isn’t even about the science, anymore. The inhumanity of him, the irrationality; it draws her in. Curiosity has always been Rilla’s weakness, and Lord Arum is a curious creature indeed.

She wants to know him. Every part of him.

She can’t decide, yet, how to organize her observations; mostly she tries to take him part by part, layer by riveting layer.

She has pages dedicated to his eyes. The first thing she learned about him, really, was that he could see better in the dark than a human, and his eyes only got more interesting from there. Diamond-shaped pupils blow out wide in the dark or with arousal, or narrow into thin, dangerous slits when he’s focused. Irises, bright violet. Bright like actual violets, saturated and bold with narrow flecks of a darker shade arranged around the pupil in a subtle starburst. She and Damien must be the only creatures alive who have gotten close enough to see those flecks of plum among the violet, the only people he would trust enough to let that close. He lets them close enough to see, and then he allows his eyes to close regardless, a set of nictitating membranes sliding horizontally over the purple before his proper eyelids close as well.

Another fascinating layer, those membranes. They’re translucent but fogged gray, waterproof, protective; she’s noticed them slipping closed without the outer lids when he’s startled, or when he happens to go out in the rain [a note on his clothing in the rain: it is waterproof as well, though whether that is through magic or the skill of monsters’ weave is impossible to determine, and when she asks for clarification Arum dismisses the question in so particular a way that she is unsure which possibility is more likely]. It’s a useful trait, one that Rilla appreciates because it’s another layer of protection for those unique, beautiful eyes.

She can’t take more notes on his eyes in sleep, though. Instead, she ghosts her hands over his scales, over the subtle patterned expanse of his back as he snores gently into Damien’s hair.

The long, elegant curve of his spine is crested with a subtle ridge of raised scales, like spines or horns, nearly an inch long at the base of his skull and down between his shoulders, and barely higher than the bumps of the rest of his scales lower down [the first time Rilla runs her fingertips along the ridge Arum snaps his teeth in the air, hissing through them in surprise and delight, and Rilla smiles, then repeats the gesture]. Aside from some mild sensitivity, they seem primarily cosmetic, and Rilla can’t place what specific creature the trait is stolen from.

The entire expanse of his scales gleams magnificently, even in the low light of the nighttime Keep. He’s mottled in vibrant dark green and in black, with speckles of gold dotting down his front. The scales themselves are small and near as thick as light armor on his back, on the outsides of his arms, along the top of his tail, and in bigger, softer, smoother plates down his neck, his stomach, underneath his arms, between his legs. He is textured, cool, everywhere she can lay her hands [she has made a point to lay her hands nearly everywhere, by now].

The second pair of arms is completely unnatural relative to any nonmagical reptilian, and they should be completely incongruous with the rest of his frame, but his body fits together with infuriating ease. Arum’s torso is slightly longer than it would otherwise be to make room for the second set of pectorals that the extra arms necessitate [when he stretches in the morning his musculature ripples beneath his scales like the billow of steam, and Rilla could easily spend the rest of her life cataloging every configuration of angles at which his arms could be arranged atop the pillows of their shared bed], and his musculature there is lean but shockingly strong.

The pads of his fingers are textured with hair-thin ridges that help him stick to walls and ceilings when he scurries along at his shocking speed, similar to those of a gecko [Her list of creatures that Arum has traits in common with is absurdly long, and longer when she includes her speculations on his internal anatomy], and the same is true of his toes. His claws on all four limbs are dangerously sharp [more recently, he files down the claws on his lower pair of hands enough to dull them, complaining bitterly about the fragility of humans in general, but the first time he can reach out for the two of them, touch them without fear of causing harm, his expression falls to something raw and earnest and tender] [the claws on his upper hands remain sharp, and there is a certain thrill that comes with their careful touch as well].

His legs are powerful, long, a zig-zag of artful curves. He walks on his toes when he’s upright, his heels in the air and adding to his already impressive height, but he can turn his ankles oddly when he drops to all six limbs, slithering viper-quick whether he is crossing the floor or climbing a tree or wall or ceiling.

Arum’s tail is primarily meant for balance, and it’s not quite so deft as to be entirely prehensile, but he has enough control that he can grip a small object with it or curl it around something solid to stabilize himself [he is equally likely to curl it around either of his humans to pull them closer unexpectedly, to add an extra layer to an embrace].

[Rilla has an entirely separate mental space for notes on Arum’s sexual anatomy; that research is currently ongoing]

Arum’s teeth are [she mentally places a line between her more clinical observations and those that belong in the previous category] gorgeous, knife-sharp, terrifying, with long vicious incisors and jagged molars. Insectivore teeth, meant for piercing and crushing exoskeletons, and they flash bright behind his thin lips when when he snarls or speaks or laughs.

There is a crescent of little divots above those lips, the labial pits he uses to sense heat; a snake trait among the more dominant lizard features. In the scatter of her notes she has them sorted into the category of particularly anomalous with his extra arms and his frill.

His frill: infuriatingly out of place [speaking only for the purposes of classification: in the social sense, Rilla is only ever grateful for the fragile, expressive webbing that flares around Arum’s head in surprise and embarrassment and indignation, because it’s one of the easiest ways to tell what he’s feeling, besides his tone of voice]. It bears only passing similarity to the same feature on nonmagical frilled lizards; it drapes along the sides of his head when at rest instead of folding at his neck, it’s smaller relative to the size of his head, and the folds revealed when it flares are colored in bright patches of bluish-green and gold-

“Amaryllis.”

For half a moment she thinks that he’s murmuring in his sleep, which would be an interesting first, but then one of his eyes slits open and fixes her with a violet glare.

“I could feel you staring even in the depths of sleep, Amaryllis,” he mutters, voice thick and growling. “What, precisely, is causing you to think so furiously at this time of night?”

His irises are wide black diamonds in the mellow dark, his long tongue flicks absently to scent the air, his chest rumbles with each breath he takes, and every piecemeal part of him fits together in an impossible harmony, every edge that by rights should be jagged instead slides smooth. Rilla knows she’ll never unravel the entire tapestry of Arum, and that knowledge fills her with the thrill of challenge, with breathless awe, with overflowing love.

“You,” she says after a pause, hoping the enormity of her feelings doesn’t bleed too much into her voice. When he goes startle-still, she leans down to press a kiss to his cheek, where she knows he can feel the tickle of her warm-blooded heat. She doesn’t pull away then, sighing against the texture of his scales and pressing her hand to feel the slow drum of his heart in his chest. “Just thinking how damn stunning you looked all wrapped up with Damien.”

Rilla isn’t Damien, and she can’t make the tangle of science and wonder and connection in her mind sing as prose, or verse. Her coded pages read exactly like her field notes: pointed, unadorned, though admittedly a bit more biased. Arum knows her, though. He knows the deeper context around her flippancy, the way she uses informality as a source of comfort.

He breathes a laugh and it tickles Rilla’s ear, and he nuzzles his face against her own. “I would love to pay your flattery back in kind, Amaryllis, but if we wake the little knight now he’ll be utterly useless in the morning,” he grumbles, letting his eyes slip closed again as he pulls her closer.

“Sweet of you to worry about tiring him out,” she replies in a teasing whisper. He growls at the implication that his worry is unselfish, and Rilla’s mind flies off again. The entirety of Arum’s vocal system is a wild mystery, how he can duplicate human language with such an incompatible tongue and lips, and that isn’t even getting into the mystery of how he makes those rattling noises, those growls, those purrs. As far as Rilla is aware, purring is not a typical trait in a lizard, so she can’t even begin to speculate what animal instrument is hiding in the hollow of his throat.

“You are thinking again,” he hisses through a sigh, smiling with his eyes closed and letting his claws drift gently up and down her bicep. “I can hear your mind churning when you go still like that.”

“Sorry,” she says wryly, pressing another kiss to his neck.

“No apologies, my Amaryllis, but you need your rest as well as he does.”

Arum tends to save his pet names for Damien (Rilla suspects this is because they have a much more profound effect on the knight than they would on herself), but it does send a giddy little thrill through her when he slips enough to call her his. “I know, I know,” she says. “I’ll get to hibernating or whatever.”

He chuckles low again, his fingers tracing soft soothing circles on her arm, on her back, his breath lifting his chest beneath her palm, and the combined rhythms are nearly hypnotic. “Would it-” he pauses, and she can feel the hesitation drift through him and then dissolve like parchment in water. It’s easier for him to let himself be soft like this, in warmth, tangled up together in the dark. He hums above her and asks, “Would it help if I sang for you?”

Rilla will never stop being fascinated by Arum, and she’ll never stop being surprised by him either.

She nods against his shoulder, because she thinks her voice will either crack with laughter or too much feeling if she tries to talk, and Arum presses his mouth in an almost-kiss against her hair before he starts to sing. He sings close and quiet against her skin, his voice rough and low and inhuman, and Rilla smiles against his scales as it works in concert with the movement of his hands. It's soothing, stable, perfect.

There is comfort in a curiosity that cannot be answered, Rilla thinks as she drifts. Stability in a mystery that can unfold and unfold and never reveal a conclusion. Rilla has always preferred answers to questions, but Arum-

Arum is a question she intends to ponder for the rest of her life.

[akaluan]

MCU/Fireborn (TRPG) crossover

So, as @eccentricbirdie well knows (because I’ve been rambling about it to her for over a week at this point) my muse is an evil beast and likes making MCU crossovers with the most ridiculous things ever.

This is something that I’ll probably work on when I get done with Clouded Silver Wings. But for now... I’d like to lay the scene and ramble a bit about this idea, because it’s hilarious to me.

Concept: MCU x Fireborn (Tabletop RPG)

Fireborn, for those who don’t know (it is kinda a niche game, gunna be honest here), is a tabletop RPG about, well, dragons. Specifically, the players are all dragons that have been reborn into the bodies of humans, and with the reawakening of magic around the world, these Scions are remembering their past lives and gaining access to powers they once held as Dragons in the Mythic Era. They even gain the ability to transform into smaller versions of their past selves, given that they gain enough exp and gather relevant Treasure to boost their hoard rank.

The player-group is called a “Brood” -- a group of dragons with a permanent mental connection between them, which in tRPG terms means that player communication when the party is split isn’t metagaming so long as the players are within range of the telepathic aspect of the mental communication. (It’s one of the most hilarious and broken aspects of the game, honestly. My players delighted in tormenting each other just as much as they delighted in abusing the hell out of the ability to metagame.)

A dragon breed is made up of a Minor Breed that defines specifics of a form, and a Major Breed that outlines generics. Powers are dragon-specific abilities that Scions regain as the game goes on and can use in their human form without too much trouble. Legacies are a Power taken to a new level. Aspects are the stats of the game, scored between 0 (can barely do anything in this stat) to 6 (maximum human capability), but there are only four stats and it’s very fluid:

Fire: Active physical

Water: Reactive physical

Air: Active mental

Earth: Reactive mental

I’ve decided to use Skyrim’s dragon language to create the Mythic era names, instead of trying to find appropriate human-language names for them. (I might end up changing some of them around, I’m not sure; I do like what I’ve come up with, but it does produce really long looking names, even if I’m sticking with three syllables.)

So, without further ado...

The Brood

Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, James Rhodes, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange.

(The world will never be the same again, hahahaha.)

Tony Stark:

They called him Shulheim, Sun-Forge, their tongues unable to pronounce his name, their minds constantly tripping over the syllables. He... didn’t mind. Much. He wasn’t here to win friends, or make a home for himself; he was here for revenge, to destroy the beast that had lain waste to his chosen world and driven him to the edge of the galaxy, to this backwater world with it’s strange dracoforms and proliferation of other species. Shulheim was as good a name as any, for one who had lost everything.

Dragon Breed: Interstellar Kin (fanmade Minor and Major Breeds)

Notable Powers: Newton’s Eye (fanmade: gravity manipulation), Child of Fire (core: fire immunity and aura), Metabolic Control (core: control of own body’s metabolism), Clarity (core: enhanced mental insight), Alternate Form (core: shapeshifting)

Legacy: Quickened Mind (core: enhanced Clarity -- Think and react at unearthly speeds)

Breed Abilities: Gaping maw (think snake-like jaws), wingless flight, enhanced sight, articulate/prehensile tail, ability to resist extreme pressure

Aspects: Fire: 4;  Water: 4;  Air: 6;  Earth: 5

Mythic Name:  Shulheim -- “Sun-Forge” - not his true name, but one given to him by  Feykroah [Bruce] so that others could address him

Draconic Form: humanoid-bipedal, 9′4″ tall, digitigrade legs ending in clawed paws, human like hands with short claws instead of nails, medium-length sharp muzzle, forward facing red-gold eyes with slit pupils, no horns, overly massive wings with thin membranes (useless for atmospheric flight, used as solar-sails; membrane can be varying levels of opaque in order to control how much speed is gained), long prehensile tail strong enough to hold a small human in place

Draconic Coloration: midnight blue base color, shading darker at his core (torso, abdomen) and paler at his points, like a reverse Siamese cat. Scattered across his body are speckles of silvery-blue like stars, and his wing membranes are covered in stars and nebulae.

Pepper Potts

She loved her people, deeply and fiercely, but taking up arms? No, she didn’t enjoy war, or death, or the spilling of blood. She much preferred to talk her way out of problems, to motivate her allies and demoralize her foes. But Shulheim was insistent, manic with fear and hatred that she couldn’t sooth, so for him, for the refugee from another world, she would once more bare her teeth and sharpen her claws.

Let the Devourer come. She would teach it the error of its ways.

Dragon Breed: Noble Drake (core Minor and Major Breeds)

Notable Powers: Nobility (core: motivate allies, demoralize foes), Ferocity (core: fight beyond your body’s limits), Flight (fanmade: fly without wings), Child of Fire (core: fire immunity and aura), Alternate Form (core: shapeshifting)

Legacy: Storm Lord (core: enhanced Nobility -- gather a storm and use it against your foes)

Breed Abilities: Enhanced senses (sight/sound/hearing/taste/touch), bipedal or quadrupedal movement

Aspects: Fire:5;  Water: 4;  Air: 5;  Earth: 5

Mythic Name: Faadshuldein -- “Warm-Sun-Safeguard”

Draconic Form: a traditional draconic the sort featured in Western legends (six-limbed, feline/serpentine body type mix), with dexterous front paws tipped in spear-length, raptor style claws; stands about 18′11″ tall at the shoulder, long sharp muzzle, skull crowned in horns, forward facing feline-style eyes, large bat-like wings, heavy whip-like tail

Draconic Coloration: brilliant gold scales with a scattering of silver, especially across the muzzle, metallic blue eyes, wing membranes that shade to bronze along the edges

James “Rhodey” Rhodes

He loved the sky. Loved flight, and freedom, and the ability to go wherever he wanted at the drop of a feather. What he didn’t love was strange dracoforms that fell from the sky, limp and wounded and with a crazed look of pain-fear-hatred in their eyes. He’s only met one dracoform like that, thankfully, and caught the other before he could impact the ground, but...

Well, whatever hurt Shulheim? Is going to have to go through him first.

Dragon Breed: Wind Wyvern (fanmade Minor and Major Breeds)

Notable Powers:  Flight (fanmade: fly without wings), Heir of the Storm (core: electrical immunity and aura), Skin of Stone (core: supernaturally tough hide), Instinct (core: heightened instincts), Alternate Form (core: shapeshifting)

Legacy: Aegis Bearer (core: enhanced Skin of Stone -- immunity to damage)

Breed Abilities: Enhanced sight, wingless flight, bipedal movement, constricting tail

Aspects: Fire:5;  Water: 5; Air: 5;  Earth: 4

Mythic Name: Lokventhur -- “Sky-Wind-Overlord”

Draconic Form: a wyvern in build (front limbs are wings, like a bird or bat), very avian in appearance, stands about 16′7″ at the shoulder; very thin and narrow muzzle and skull, hawk-like eyes, limited grasping ability through front claws (think bat-style wing-fingers for grasping), raptor-like claws on hind feet, sleek feathers covering entire body, long and heavy tail capable of grasping and immobilizing people and objects

Draconic Coloration: base plumage color of coal black, with the edges of body feathers tipped in bright cherry red giving a scalloped look, ember-red eyes that shine orange in the right light, wing feathers are charcoal black on the underside, charcoal-to-ember-red on the top, and the primaries are tipped with cherry red

Stephen Strange:

He didn’t need proof that there were things out there, beyond their little planet; not when he could casually summon things from realms beyond the ken of most living souls. He also didn’t need proof that there were things out there that would happily destroy his world; this, too, he knew quite well.

Advanced warning, however, was a true novelty, as was having companions intent on fighting at his side. He didn’t need it, of course, but it was still nice.

Dragon Breed: Arcane Serpent (fanmade Minor and core Major Breed)

Notable Powers: Spell Engine (fanmade: casting spells is as natural as breathing), Earthstride (core: ability to move through solid material), Summoner (fanmade: call forth creatures from other realms), Crushing Will (core: command and control others), Alternate Form (core: shapeshifting)

Legacy: Gatekeeper (core: enhanced Summoner -- control the boundaries between worlds)

Breed Abilities: Enhanced sight, prehensile tail, bio-luminescent, adroit swimmer 

Aspects: Fire:4;  Water: 5; Air: 6;  Earth: 5

Mythic Name: Krehmulviin -- “Distortion-Strength-Shine”

Draconic Form: serpentine body (with associated serpentine movement, despite having limbs), about 10′4″ tall at shoulder (size is mostly in length, not shoulder-height), snake-like head and eyes, sharp, back-swept horns, short front and hind limbs, human-level dexterity with forepaws, fin-like wings that extend the length of body (think D&D 3.5 Gold Dragon style wings, including flight style)

Draconic Coloration: dark slate blue body scales with bright blue lateral stripes that glow (faintly when at rest, brightly when using magic), wing-fins start as dark slate blue next to the body and fade to pale sky blue at the outer edge

Bruce Banner:

He preferred to keep to himself, traveling around the world and slipping in and out of different human societies; the usual posturing and territoriality of other dracoforms was more exhausting than pleasing, this late in his life. That was a game for the young, not for a dracoform who had once prowled the world alongside the dinosaurs when the number of dragons could be counted on one paw.

But for all his aloof habits, he is still one of the Eldest, and the Earth is his to protect. The Devourer is in for a rude awakening, if the thing believes it will just win.

Dragon Breed: Dire Beast (core Minor and Major Breeds)

Notable Powers: Mighty Leap (core: tall buildings, one leap), Gift of Tongues (fanmade: draconic version of Aesir’s All Speak), Instinct (core: heightened instincts), Ferocity (core: fight beyond your body’s limits),   Alternate Form (core: shapeshifting)

Legacy: Undying Serpent (core: enhanced Ferocity -- inability to die except via extreme circumstances)

Breed Abilities: Vicious bite (ability to bite through any armor), enhanced sense of smell, flightless, 

Aspects: Fire:5;  Water: 5; Air: 5;  Earth: 5

Mythic Name: Feykroah -- “Forest-Hunter”

Draconic Form: basic therapod body plan, akin to a utahraptor in form; about 24′ at the shoulder, utahraptor-shaped skull but with Extra Teeth, large feathered crest atop head that’s usually laid flat, feathered body and miniature feathered wings attached to forelimbs (useless for anything but display), razor sharp spines hidden amongst the feathers which splay out during battle to deal extra damage, larger spine-blades along the tail that can’t lay flat

Draconic Coloration: tan feathers with forest green stripes, head crest is a brighter green, amber eyes

(Doing some hand-wavy magic with the Beast bodyplan; they’re supposed to be like giant cats, but I have Bruce being from the time of the dinosaurs, so I went with a utahraptor style body instead, because they’re equally terrifying predators.)