#the dragon that eats people

[dreamperson-poll]

match #126

the dragon that eats people dreamed by anonymous

a dragon that lives in the bottom of an Italian restaurant eating unsuspecting guests

purple girl dreamed by anonymous

[facelessfrey]

Aegon and Sunfyre - they just got a little hurt. Everything is fine…

[screwpinecaprice]

I was trying to eat noodles neatly and for some reason I got sad midway. So I drew them messy eating a biscuit and a strawberry to combat sad noodle blues.

[ninjautizm]

The little source dragons are so pretty, look at them SPARKLE 🥹

[laurelsofhighever]

And you know what else bothers me? The sanitisation of characters and setting in Veilguard is so complete that not even Assan escapes it. I'm currently rereading Last Flight for fic reasons and it really hits how differently griffons are portrayed in the novel compared to Assan, who has basically taken on the role of a Disney animal sidekick. In the book, griffons are proud, territorial, and fierce. They demand absolute devotion from their riders, they have to be fed separately to avoid fights breaking out, they can outmanoeuvre an archdemon and punch darkspawn hard enough with their talons to break necks.

And yes, Assan is still growing, it's possible the fierce territoriality won't hit until he reaches adulthood and his easy affection could be either his immaturity or his individual personality, but he's still an apex hypercarnivore whose two constituent parts are also apex hypercarnivores. Taking him into Arlathan should result in a massive decline in the local nug population as he practices his hunting skills, and Davrin should be learning how to manage his flying weight the way falconers do with their birds, because apex predators don't exert themselves when their bellies are full. That halla should have been put out of its misery. At full growth he'll be eating a goat a day at least. He should not be being fed yams or carrots.

[wolfsong-the-bloody-beast]

What he says:

THE "NOTHING" IN QUESTION:

He made this for Rook? Based on their favourite drink? I think maybe I'd rather fight the gods than this recipe. That sounds like so much work.

"It's nothing. Or not enough."

Oh, you precious, sweet dummy, you're getting married, and you don't even know it yet.

[limeekak]

brazilian dragang in the new year 🤝🏻🤝🏻

[taldigi]

meat locker

[inkskinned]

it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.

yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.

it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.

how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.

chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?

how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.

"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.

i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.

[arinmoss]

finished commission for @/adamantiumdilf on twitter!

[dreamperson-poll]

the dragon that eats people

dreamed by anonymous

a dragon that lives in the bottom of an Italian restaurant eating unsuspecting guests

So, first we have to set the scene naturally. There’s a nice, decently fancy restaurant, and as their big thing, they advertise dragon slides. Now a weird detail about this is that you had to made a food donation to get into them, but I digress. The pallet is mainly green, and when entering the hallway to the dragon, the scene shifts to a more plain white wallpaper. After going through the hallway you reach a large room, white wallpaper coating the walls, and filled with what can only be considered pews. These pews are all facing a large stage, where there are two dragons and a host, around 100 people are seated on these pews. One dragon is obviously fake. It’s for kids. An actual slide. The other dragon however, is almost… real. They advertise it as a super duper realistic dragon model, smoke coming from it’s nose as it sleeps, and deep plum colored scales. The host begins explaining to the audience, how despite how… real it may seem, sliding down the dragon’s throat, it’s all part of the fun experience. Obviously, this is a lie. The dragon is eating people. We then go into a rather… uncomfortable part. As far as context outside of this, how exactly the restaurant is able to cover up these numerous disappearances, I myself am not sure. Nor do I know exactly /why/ or even how they have a dragon in the restaurant. However, there is an agreement between the dragon and workers that as long as they keep providing this… food. The dragon won’t eat them.

[weaveandwood]

The Viper and Bianca 🐍❤️🐦‍⬛ Commission from @alsoika!

I love them so muchhhhh! It’s so beautiful!

[vos-videmus]

what future does a ghost have

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 234

More of the Tiamat Au? More of the Tiamat Au! 

Sharing a body was strange. Ten limbs split between the nine of them- thirteen if one counted the tails and seventeen if one counted the fact that their cloak… skirt… whatever could mimic the wings of their other form. 

One which they would change back to after a few moments- there was much less stumbling when it was all fours. Not to mention that if not for the tails they’d have easily toppled over with how many arms they had making them slightly top heavy. Okay more than slightly, it was taking a bit to adjust. 

Honestly the fields of wheat and other crops did nothing to hide them with how tall even this body was, but it was still better than nothing, and they were using the fact it was the middle of nowhere to their shared advantage. 

At least the humanoid- not human, even now their shared power thrummed through the air, leaking from them- form was smaller than their true draconic one. Well, perhaps they shouldn’t call it their true form, when they were once all human, halfa and liminal alike, but they’d long since stopped being such. So perhaps it was in fact true to call the form they had become as their normal state now. 

Actually, could they even separate now? Or had their power melded together so much that it was impossible now, and an attempt would end them? It would at the very least crack their core- 

“What the fuck.” 

Their head lurched, a little too far if the jolt of pain was anything before it melted away. They were all too used to moving their own necks separately. But all of them agreed that discovery could not happen-

Oh.

It was a child. A preteen with red-orange hair, blue-green eyes, expensive clothing, and most damming of all, large swaths of bruising across his arms. Bruising that did not come from usual play, and looked far too much like hand prints for any of their comfort. 

Someone had very much not been taking care of this child. And that really made them quite angry. 

[mildeleaf]

Wingnut and his moms

[dromaeo-sauridae]

LITTLE FREAK