#oc: peter dragon

[zellia-rambles]

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SILLY DRAGON MAN

[cassandrapentayaaaaas]

QUICK,

How old will your Inquisitor be by the inciting events of Veilguard??

(Bonus points if you tell me what they’re up to. Canon be damned)

[theswissgirl]

Into your arms - A Saul Silva imagine

Another scenario that I want to write :)

This is a Saul Silva imagine, from Fate; The Winx Saga

In this scenario, I always imagined her to be Bloom's sister and they sort of the share the power of the dragon flame 

Her name is Delilah and she is a fire fairy and of course, she is Silva's girl

Based on Season 2 Episode 3 : Your Newfound Popularity 

(credits to the owner of the picture)

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I'm out of my head, out of my mind, oh, I

If you let me, I'll beOut of my dress and into your arms tonight

Yeah, I'm lost without it

Feels like I'm always waitin'I need you to come get me

Out of my head, and into your arms tonight

- Into Your Arms, Witt Lowry & Ava Max

After the display Stella put on at the banquet, everyone had gone to retire to their homes, leaving Bloom and Delilah alone at the dining table. 

Delilah was tired and exhausted, she just wanted to go to her bed and close her eyes but sleep has not come easy for her.

For her thoughts were always occupied with one person and one person only.

Saul Silva.

The man she loved above anything else. 

It pains her greatly that she is not able to see him, even after the winx rescued him from being transported to Polaris, she knew that it would be dangerous from him to come see her. She still missed him nonetheless.

Rosalind joins them.

"I know. It's a lot" she says, looking at delilah and bloom.

Bloom was the first to say something, "When we first spoke at the Stone Cirlce, you said the blood witches were the one who kidnapped us and held us at Aster Dell" 

"Is that because of this thing inside us? Dragon Flame?" delilah asked inquisitively, looking up at Rosalind.

Rosalind nodded.

"It is"

Delilah heart starts to race and she feels herself tense at the new found information.

Bloom draws her eyebrows together, confusion evicent on her face, "What about our birth parents? Do they have it too or are they-" Rosalind cuts her off.

"I-- I wasn't lying back then" Rosalind sits down in the chair next to Bloom.

" I don't know where you came from. But the blood witches will. We'll fight them and we'll work it out" she says with conviction.

"you've already kept so much from us, I don't know if we can trust you" Delilah speaks up.

Rosalind clicks her tongue and slides a piece of paper over to her.

"Maybe this will help"

Delilah picks up the paper and reads the contents of it and then pauses when she reads "criminal pardon".

She looks to Rosalind, "What is this?"

"It's a pardon" a voice spoke up from behind them.

suddenly, delilah's heart tightened painfully in her chest and she is overcome with shock and surprise. She whips around in her chair and turns around to see the love of her life standing by the door way. Her breathing picks up and she takes in his appearance. 

He is wearing the uniform of the specialist, his face is clean shaven and his hair is in styled in order, keeping it from crowding his face.

He looked good.

And dear lord did he look good in that uniform, the clothing hugging him in all the right places.

"Silva" her voice cracks as she is overcome with an intense amount of relief.

But Delilah had to be careful as Rosalind had no knowledge of their relationship so she had to try her damn hardest to keep her emotions concealed. 

As did Saul.

When all he wanted was to run to his girl and pull her into his arms, instead he walks down the steps and moves to stand behind her chair, feeling temporarily content with just standing close to her.

"I've been working Arthur for a week for a damn thing. Stella almost fucked it up this afternoon, but..-" Bloom cuts off Rosalind.

Delilah was too stunned to say anything.

" I don't understand. Why are you-" Rosalind cuts bloom off in return.

" It's time to put aside our differences, we have a common enemy. The blood witches are a scourge on the Other World. Everytime wer drive them out, they come crawling back" Rosland says.

"She's right. And if they are gathering strength to make a move, we need to stop them before it's too late" Silva spoke up from where he stood, serving as another reminder for Delilah that he was actually here, he was alright.

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Delilah had the suite too herself.

Bloom was off reading about blood witches.

Stella was with Beatrix

Musa was on a walk with her headphones.

Aisa was probably somewhere with Grey.

Terra and Flora were god knows where.

Once she got back to her room, she immediately changed out of her dress and rid her face of the make up she had to wear. She changed into some black sleeping shorts with a cropped dark green tank top.

She could not stop pacing back and forth, her heart and wind were racing. She knew that Saul was coming to see her as they were not able to even have a conversation in front of Rosalind which meant that now, was perfect for them.

She felt like a high school girl who grew nervous at the sight of her crush. Yes, her and Silva have been together for a whole year now but he still manages to sum a herd of butterflies in her stomach.

It's kind of sweet if you think about, after all these months of being separated, she still feels so strongly about him and their relationship.

It was no doubt the she loved him unconditionally.

A knock on her window interrupts her train of thought, she jumps and whirls around quickly and she sees Saul, waiting for her to open the window.

And when she does, he moves like lightning and pulls her into his arms, stumbling forward at the same time. She is quick to wrap her arms tightly around his neck, burying her face in his neck and breathing in his scent that effectively calms her racing heart.

God she missed him so much.

Saul wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her in so close she can hardly draw in a breath, he too buries his face in her hair, relishing in the feel of having his girl so close.

"I missed you so much" she whimpered into his neck, tears gathering in her eyes.

" I know, sweetheart. You have no idea how much it drove me insane not having you close to me" He said softly.

He pulls her away from him and moves his hands to cup her face and gently caress her cheeks, his eyes moving all around her face to get a good look at her.

She was always so beautiful in his eyes. And she still is.

He smiles before pulling her close again and leaning his face closer to hers. Slowly, they lean in closer and delilah closes her eyes milliseconds before her lips were going to meet his. Finally, Silva's lips brushed against hers, then he crashes their lips together.

The kiss starts out slowly, giving each other to familiarize themselves again and explore each others mouth. Deliliah tilts her head in order to a slightly deeper angle and she moves to wrap her arms around his neck and interlocking her hands there. She deepens the kiss and Silvas has no problem with that. 

The kiss became more passionate and heated, both picking up the pace so its more faster and rough. Delilah lets out little moans as Silva starts backing backwards towards her bed and he sits down at the edge, pulling her to straddle his lap.

This meant that Delilah face was above his, enabling her to deepen the kiss even more. After a minute or two of their making out, they pulled away from each other, really needing to suck in some oxygen and refocus themselves.

Delilah leans her forehead on Silva's, closes her eyes and smiles.

I've missed that too" she laughed lightly.

He chuckled lowly, "me too love, me too" he pulls her closer to him.

Delilah had to admit, the way they were positioned was making her head spin and she could feel her body slowly coming alive under his touch. 

She's not surprised, her body and mind have gone months without his touch, a reaction was going to be inevitable but she didn't mind.

Right then, a yawn escapes her.

She knew that she wanted him but she was way too tired to engage in that certain activity. Silva could see that too.

"Come on darling, lets get you to bed" he picks her up and carries her to her bed, pulling the blankets from the bed, placing her in it and then pulling the covers to cover her body. He then got in behind her, moving his arms around her body once more and pulling her closer to his.

The proximity of their bodies was making her even more sleepy as she could feel her eyes beginn to feel heavy.

But before she gives into the demand of sleep, she whispers one last thing.

"I love you"

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1487 words

not gonna bother proof reading her grammatical mistakes, I'm too tired for that.

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[eonhyena]

Quick line and color of Big Pete before the year ends 🍔🐲

[mikaelao28]

El sabor del rojo

Capítulo 1

Advertencia: el contenido de este capítulo es algo violento al desarrollarse en un ambiente de guerra. Trato de no tomar un rumbo demasiado explícito con respecto a la violencia, pero de todas formas se mencionan muertes, armas y contenido violento.

Una brutal batalla se libraba a las puertas de la capital de Adnis y que, bajo la centenaria promesa grabada en piedra acerca de que los dragones algún día retornarían a su hogar, tu nación llevaba mucho tiempo enfrentando cada intento de los Ignicianos por recuperar sus tierras. Décadas de guerra y disputas entre ambas razas los llevó a un perpetuo y sangriento enfrentamiento desde antes que te fuera otorgado tan alto grado militar como comandante del ejército. Te criaste con el propósito de ser la más letal guerrera y meticulosa estratega, por lo tanto conocías las historias de cada enfrentamiento, desde tu bisabuelo hasta tu padre que combatieron con honor, y ahora te tocaba a ti ser el escudo de tu pueblo y la espada de tu ejército, ser el arma que concluyera tan trágico conflicto si los dioses te permitían tal oportunidad.

La prevista invasión del sangriento Ejército Rojo llevaba kilómetros de avance en dirección a la ciudad amurallada de Kaliz, en donde -en un futuro cercano- el soberano de Adnis se hallaría de rodillas ante el emperador dragón y conquistador de las ardientes tierras del sur. Tal cómo en el pasado los dragones habían jurado inundados por el rencor hacia los humanos, así miles de soldados de un aspecto similar al humano -exceptuando por el par de cuernos que brotaban de sus cabezas, colmillos afilados, garras en sus manos y largas colas- marchaban sobre la tierra lodosa en dirección a la capital, guiados por el mismo emperador. Sus armaduras parecían arder como una capa de burbujeante magma que lucía gruesa y pesada, un material que ellos llevaban siglos explotando de la continua corriente de lava de uno de los tantos volcanes que se elevaban a lo largo de las costas en las tierras a las que fueron exiliados.

Pueblos habían sido arrasados por el miedo, mas no consumidos por la violencia y ni la sangre a pesar de que los invasores eran etiquetados por crueles y sanguinarios, en realidad el emperador, quién iba a la cabeza de las tropas, dejaba muy en claro a sus soldados que no toleraría la matanza de civiles, aunque sus métodos en el campo de batalla contra los soldados adnianos fueran más que capaces de implantar pesadillas en los más fríos combatientes. Siendo piadoso con los pobres inocentes que se veían afectados por las consecuencias de la guerra no lo hacía parecer un hombre tan despiadado, pero cuando entraba en acción su cuerpo parecía conocer cada aspecto de la guerra al punto de ser él mismo la personificación de la violencia.

Los Rojos ya habían acabado con la primera línea de soldados Adnianos que trataron de enfrentarlos sobre la frontera hasta no dejar más que sus cadáveres ahogados en su propia sangre, chamuscados o con los cuervos devorándoles las entrañas. Ahora ellos se encontraban frente a frente con el ejército real, azotando sus lanzas contra el suelo en un grito de guerra que pretendía helar cada hueso en los soldados humanos, y estos que mantenían sus escudos plateados y finamente forjados levantados contra sus invasores. Allí estabas tú, apretando tu mano derecha alrededor de la empuñadura de tú espada y sosteniendo en la izquierda tu escudo mientras lo observabas a él, Miguel O´Hara, consciente de que alguno de los dos iba a morir ese día.

Había cierta belleza en el movimiento sinuoso de su cuerpo al blandir la espada con tal naturalidad, resultando sencillo asumir que el arma sólo era una extensión más de su cuerpo. Su espada serpentea en el aire con una increíble velocidad para devastar carne y hueso con fuertes tajos, con una calculada frialdad en la batalla como si cada enemigo hubiera sido planeado al igual que su manera para acabar con ellos. Es enfermizamente hermoso verlo y te odiabas por eso, pues él estaba matando a tus soldados. No puedes evitar admirarlo a lo lejos a pesar de que también te sumes en la ferocidad del combate, te cubres con tu escudo ante cada ataque y azotas con tu espada a las armaduras rojas con negro en las zonas precisas para que cedan y así puedas atravesarlas hasta arrancarles un último respiro a sus portadores. Gruñes con cada golpe que te empuja queriendo tumbarte al suelo. Tus pies resbalan en la tierra mojada hecha barro, pero no permites que los impactos te derriben o que te hagan caer, simplemente continuas de forma implacable hasta que tus pulmones arden ante la asfixia del campo de batalla y tu cuerpo clama una pronta victoria para conseguir algo de descanso. Y, aunque eres letal, ya has sido herida en tu hombro izquierdo de modo que duele al alzar tu escudo, también te sientes sangrando levemente en tu cuello y en tus mejillas. Todo eso te genera una idea en la cabeza: ellos apuntan a matar. No a hacerte sufrir, sino a acabar completamente con todo lo que se les atraviese.

La lluvía empapa tu cuerpo durante violentos minutos que se sienten como horas, el olor de la sangre se mezcla con el sudor, la tierra y el acero, el sabor metálico de la sangre llena tu paladar, el sonido de las armaduras al chocar parece aturdir tus oídos a momentos pero sigues escuchando cada grito de dolor y suplica de los muertos, tu cálido aliento se congela en el aire con cada respiración agitada que se te escapa de la boca y el agua que pende de tus pestañas empaña tu vista. Ambos luchan hasta que, como si estuvieran en un gran salón en donde los ostentosos atuendos de gala oscilan con cada vuelta mientras danzan con otros tantos para que sus manos se encuentren en el frenético vals de su predestinado encuentro, sus espadas finalmente se encuentran, retumban al chocar, se empujan y tratan de dominar. La piel canela del emperador de los dragones parece brillar con cada gota de agua que resbala por su rostro hasta perderse por su cuello y entre su ropa, algunos mechones rebeldes de su cabello se le pegan a la frente, sus labios algo agrietados por los maltratos del clima y del combate permanecen levemente abiertos para tomar aire aunque él no parezca agitado en lo más mínimo, las cejas ligeramente fruncidas y, dios, esa intensa mirada de iris rojos como la sangre salpicada en su mejilla logran por unos instantes atraparte hasta hacerte titubear. Te estarías mintiendo al no admitir lo atractivo que es, pero te niegas rotundamente a fijarte en esos detalles cuando tu propia vida depende de tu concentración en batalla.

Fue solo un segundo de distracción y aún así él lo notó para usarlo a su favor. De un movimiento ágil, la larga y poderosa cola de dragón que sobresale de su espalda baja te azota las piernas y te hace caer en seco contra el suelo. Pierdes el aire, pero tus reflejos te permiten cubrirte con tu escudo antes de que la espada del hombre te atraviese la garganta. “Demonios”, jadeas exhausta y adolorida por el punzante dolor de la herida en tu hombro al tener que resistir las violentas embestidas del dragón contra tu escudo. Todo tu cuerpo arde de cansancio. Esa intensa mirada te escudriña con frialdad antes de que su poderoso cuerpo, casi dos veces más grande que tú, te mantenga contra el suelo. Te ve a los ojos de manera en que su cabeza permanece erguida hacia arriba pero su mirada hacia abajo, quizás tomándote por inferior. No puedes permitirte eso ¿No es así? Es una ofensa para tu ego y para tu propio esfuerzo. Para tu padre y para todo lo que llevas protegiendo desde hace años.

Sueltas un grito exasperado antes de aprovechar lo resbaloso de la tierra y deslizarte debajo de él, perdiendo tu escudo en el proceso, pero a fin de cuentas libre de su peso. Tratas de herirlo en los tendones de sus tobillos con tu espada y una pequeña daga que desenvainas de tu cinturón para desestabilizarlo y logras sentir tus armas atravesando su carne. Con las pocas fuerzas que conseguiste te levantas y luego te lanzas encima de Miguel para atacarlo con tu espada directamente en su nuca. Él se dió rápidamente la vuelta y atrapó la espada con la palma de su mano, acción que logró hacerlo sangrar un poco. “Nada mal, humana”. Escuchaste por primera vez su voz y algo tembló en ti. Esa sensación no duró mucho hasta que el metal de tu arma simplemente comenzó a pintarse de rojo ante un sorprendente calor hasta derretirse. Él la había derretido. No solo eso, se había levantado como si las heridas en sus tendones no representaran el más pequeño problema.

¿Qué más podías hacer contra el hombre que apenas ha recibido daño alguno durante toda su contienda? Permaneces estática unos segundos antes de dar un rápido vistazo a tu alrededor; tus soldados masacrados contra los números del Ejército Rojo. Tu derrota es inevitable, pero de alguna forma permaneces en pie, dando tu vida para proteger un reino destinado a perecer. Persistes dolorosamente, aferrándote con uñas y dientes a la esperanza de acabar con aquel hombre que ahora parece estar más dispuesto a jugar contigo que a matarte rápidamente. Y él que ahora sonríe ampliamente al esquivar cada ataque que le lanzas, cada puño y cada golpe, quien no dudaría en volver a tenerte contra el suelo bajo todo su peso sólo para escuchar una vez más tu voz exclamando con cansancio que no vas a rendirte. Sin duda eso le divierte, sobre todo viniendo de una mujer en pleno combate cuando estuvo siempre acostumbrado a plantear a las mujeres ajenas a ese ambiente.

Tu mirada arde como una llama inextinguible a pesar de sentirte humillada por tu contrincante. Rasguñas su rostro casi para arrancarle la piel mientras él mantiene su enorme mano contra tu cuello, asfixiándote lentamente. Te quedas sin aire poco a poco hasta caer inconsciente y es su sonrisa, esos colmillos largos y afilados, lo último que ves.

[animatoriii]

Fake DND Screenshot in the Ranma 1/2 style! Peter and Artor tend to have a lot of banter. They don't like eachother...

[thunder-jolt]

"Gamma Goes Wrong" (Peter Pan Goes Wrong Crossover Casting...)

NOTE: It is not technically a crossover, but we do get a cameo at the end. So hope that helps.

Android 13 as Wendy (Dragon Ball Z: Super Android 13)

Android 14 as Michael (Dragon Ball Z: Super Android 13)

Android 15 as John (Dragon Ball Z: Super Android 13)

Dr. Gero as George (Dragon Ball Z)

Android 21 as Mary (Dragon Ball FighterZ)

Gamma 2 as Peter Pan (Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero)

Gamma 1 as Peter Pan's Shadow (Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero)

Gamma Gally/Gamma 3 as Tinkerbell (Dragon Ball OC/ Dragon's Crystal: Legend's Amulet)

Jaco as Tootles (Dragon Ball/Jaco the Galactic Patrolman)

Tights as Nibs (Dragon Ball/Jaco the Galactic Patrolman)

Goten as Slightly (Dragon Ball Z)

Buu as Curly (Dragon Ball Z)

Bojack as Captain Hook (Dragon Ball Z: Bojack Unbound)

Bojack's Crew as Captain Hook's Crew (Dragon Ball Z: Bojack Unbound)

Bee as Nana (Dragon Ball Z)

Chi-Chi as That One Maid (Dragon Ball Z)

Whis as The Narrator/The One Reading the Story to the Audience (Dragon Ball Super)

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CAMEO:

Frog as Himself (Chrono Trigger)

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BONUS INCORRECT QUOTE: - - - - Android 13: Mama? Will anything harm us when the night light is lit? Android 21: Nothing, precious. *top bunk falls on top of 14's bunk, startling 13* Android 21: *trying to keep cool* They are the eyes a mother leaves behind to guard her children. Android 14: *peeking between the fallen bunk and his* Mother, you look pretty tonight. Android 21: Are you tucked in, 14? Android 14: Yes, mother. *struggling* Android 21: Are you comfortable? Android 14: *lifts the bunk above him* YES, MOTHER. Android 21: And you, 13? Android 13: Yes, mama- *both bunks fall on top of each other, before landing on top of Android 15's bunk* Android 21: And you, sweet 15, are you feeling sleepy? Android 15: *slams his hand against the bunkbed's frame* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH-

[mirabritart]

A walking tour of the Tomb.

I love to draw young Peter looking at his father with WONDER and AWE. That little guy wants nothing more than to grow up and be a crazy skeleton.

background by itself under the cut bc I worked really hard on it :)

[shanedagoat]

Daily sketches for March 16th - March 20th, 2024

Characters in the first and fourth pic belong to my friends Theta and @sircrowe respectively

[caiusthecat]

In Red and Unsaid

A birthday piece for @jeunji !!

[dukesnukes]

SILLY DRAGON ABOMINATION HOURS

[blazesartbloglmao]

flirting with a fish

i somehow became one of those people who can draw backgrounds and i have no idea how this happened. help lmao.

i sketched more demidragons in my sketchbook awhile back, forgot i took pictures of said sketches and then rediscovered them when i was looking for something to draw for my may drawing. my original plan Did Not Work Out, thus this came out instead. rather pleased with it even if i think you can definately tell the difference in character design skill from all 4 of these characters (blaze, the red one was the first one i ever designed. then came arthur; the dark blue one. peter and abby [purple and light blue respectively] were designed literally as i was drawing this. i meant to make reference sheets for them at some point but then stopped working on the project all these characters belong to)

idk if you really need more context than that??? for anyone who is new to the concept of my demidragons and the story they belong to, peter and abby are mates, as is indicated by the bite marks on their necks. demidragons literally bite each other in the neck area to sort of "claim" each other. these marks periodically have to be renewed. this particular scene takes place sometime in the early days of the whole story, before blaze and matt where together and while arthur is still alive

arthur got his name before i got into rdr2 in case anyone is wondering lmao i only just realized what a happy accident it was a few days ago

also, there's a speedpaint that goes to this! ive been trying to experiment with ways of making speedpaints shorter and this one was filmed with clip studio paint's timelapse feature. its pretty neat if i do say so myself. a few of the last drawings have timelapses as well, i just havent posted them because i prefer to set them to music but theyre a bit short to justify a youtube post. anyways, hope you enjoy :)

[flutterblues]

Some more drawings :D

Yes, I went through a phase where I really liked Peter from Your Boyfriend, don't judge me hehe, It's when I see these drawings that I realize that my tastes are always changing and nothing stays very fixed for a long time hehehe :>

The last drawing of the two characters is not mine, it's from a friend (the sheep Oc is very cute), and it's the same person who gave me the idea of making a character who is a banana shark