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the intrepid heroes reached new levels of Accurate Teenage Friendship tonight
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ive seen you like some flight rising stuff can you draw the new dragon maybe?
LOL yeah I can do that. I love these big bald rolly polly critters
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My entry to the third volume of @sornieth-zines!!! I was so happy to be able to contribute to such an awesome project. I wanted to write a comic of some kind and remembered the bizarre update to Baldwin's recipes back in October of last year. So I thought: what if in Tomo's pursuit of knowledge she encountered too much knowledge?
I learned a lot about my process and how much I value working on a project alongside other people, it's incredibly motivating. Looking forward to more opportunities like that in the future!
Will post WIPs and process pics in another post.
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I wanted to draw a fun design, so I'm using the palatable hatchling I got from yesterday's release :D This is Amber, ungened gen 1, tangerine/vermilion/peach. I'm listing them for 3000g, but feel free to offer or asked for mixed payment.
Still don't know how tumblr's treating stuff with links, so reblogs are very appreciated! Thank you all so much and I hope you all have a wonderful day. Stay safe out there.
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Tundra
thinking bout my tundra guardian man Rune and his big ol crush on the local farmer Theoden. On slow days when hes not fighting, exploring, or collecting he'll go out and watch her farm so she can nap
Hes so head over heels he cant even tell shes flirting back.
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ok so this started because, the thing about dusthides is that they have a very cool thing going on with their wing, where the secondary is only visible on the underside of the wing and not the top. unfortunately, only one pose (F) shows this off at all, so I wondered if the M pose could be altered to show the back wing to emphasize that trait. and also i thought it would be cool if the secondary was also on the underside of the plating, which i then had to add more of, and then also i had to draw the F pose to see if i could reposition the tail to show off THAT attribute. and then since i was drawing them ANYWAY i just redesigned some other things. for fun. i dont think i did it super great but it was a fun exercise!!
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family gathering. playing monopoly. getting close to the end. 12 year old turns to 8 year old brother and says it’s time to become esteemed colleagues. i say what? he says esteemed colleagues. they merge their money and assets and beat me at monopoly
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@comicaurora I was really inspired by your description of the eclipse, I haven't quite figured out how I want to draw a hole in the firmament of the sky but I am absolutely going to do it.
Also thank you so much for creating such a wonderful video about the eclipse! It was very cool
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is it actually common to assist people when they're sick or have fevers or whatever. i feel like fanfics are lying to me
#I mean even if the fanfics are unrealistic I’ll gladly take them as a guideline#I wanna look after my loved ones so absolutely it is realistic!
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hello flight rising tumblr!
i currently have ~58 naked moderns that are in dire need of either apparel OR accents, so if anyone wants to dress 'em up in the dressing room for fun (&/or to help give me ideas wink wonk), then i'll doodle a random dragon from your lair in exchange <3
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reblogs are much appreciated! thank you!!!
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LeshyFish (Part one)
an inscryption fic
Leshy had been God of Beasts for a long long time. Since roughly around the time humans crawled on land, maybe a bit earlier. He knew all of the beasts in the Ancient Woods by name, knew the birds who flew overhead and insects that scurried underfoot. He could turn into anything, any sort of beast he wanted. He could kill a man with a snap of his fingers, rip them to shreds in seconds. He was the God of Beasts, and that made him a Beast of his own right.
He wasn’t sure, really, what compelled him to watch this particular fisherman. There were several lakes in the Woods, and a few ponds, and fishermen- bold ones- would come in all the time. Leshy never bothered with them. But this one.
The man was a hulking mountain of a human, with a smooth hairless head and a fleshy, loose face. He sat, hunched, over his rod, beady black eyes stuck on a point across the water. Suddenly, he sniffed, glancing to the side, directly at where Leshy stood on the bank of the lake. And then, to Leshy’s surprise, he lifted a hand in a wave.
The God fought the urge to glance behind him, instead slowly raising a hand of his own. He wasn’t used to people just… casually waving to him. He was an ninefoot tall deer god with moss and branches growing from him.
Oh, now his curiosity was really peaked. He trotted closer, tail swishing around his hooves, leaning forward slightly.
The man’s bucket was… empty. Completely and totally empty, despite the fact the angler had been here for nearly two hours. How bizarre.
“Hello,” Leshy called. The man didn’t turn. “Nice day, isn’t it?”
“It is.”
The man’s voice was impossibly low, rumbling through Leshy’s chest, making him shudder. Odd.
“Do you… come here often?” Leshy asked, knowing he didn’t.
The man chuckled. “I am… how you say… new to this place.”
“Ah,” Leshy nodded. The man still hadn’t looked up. “Where are you from?”
“Far away,” The man said. “Swamplands.”
“Hm,” Leshy said. He felt very out of his element, so he sat gingerly at the edge of the pier, his feet dangling just off the water. Fish immediately began crowding to investigate, eyeing his hooves curiously. He bit back a grin. “Well, welcome to the Ancient Wood.”
The man didn’t respond for a while, leaving Leshy feeling just a little ridiculous, before he hummed. “Thank you.”
They sat in companionable silence for a while longer, until the man suddenly pulled in his line. Leshy craned his neck to see around the man’s monstrous body, watching him pull a large bass off the line, examine it, and then toss it back. Leshy’s jaw dropped.
“Why’d you throw it back?”
The man snorted, shrugging. “I do not need the food. My friend, trapper. Lots of meat there.”
“Then why fish?”
The man started to stare out over the water, his jaw clenching, his eyes narrowing in thought. “Why not?”
Leshy hummed, tilting his head. “You’re… strange.”
The man laughed, hard, glancing briefly at Leshy, but didn’t look startled or bothered by the glowing white eyes or the wood face or the fur. Leshy was starting to think he was blind, although how he was fishing remained a mystery.
“So…” Leshy hummed. “Your friend, the trapper… are they around here too?”
“Yes. Live in cabin. Over hill.” The man jerked his head toward a steep hill not far away. Leshy did know of the cabin he spoke of, a shoddily built thing that looked like it was falling apart. “Live there with other friends.”
“Hm.”
The man chuckled, twitching the line slightly. “You are strange man, are you not?”
“I don’t know what you mean?” Leshy said, somehow nervously. For some reason, he didn’t want to be recognized for what he was. He didn’t want to be revered, didn’t want to be feared by this man. He just wanted to keep talking.
“It okay.”
Leshy exhaled. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with him, why he was so concerned with being seen as… what, a human? He’d never wanted to be human before, why did this man change that?
Suddenly, the man shifted, rising to his feet. “Come. Dinner done- rabbit stew.”
Leshy paused, before rising. The man was impossibly tall, nearly reaching his chin. It made Leshy feel almost small, for once in his life. The man gathered his pole, his bucket, his box of bait, and without a second glance, headed into the woods. Leshy paused, glancing at where he had been sitting, and paused. A small fish hook was imbedded in the wood of the dock, shining in the low light. Leshy knelt, pulling it out, and slipping it in the pouch at his belt.
“Coming?” The man called, his deep voice hardly raising above a rasp, but still carrying across the distance just fine.
“Yes,” Leshy trotted after him, his hooves soundless against the ground. “I’m coming.”
The cabin was full of people, Leshy could see it from the top of the hill. He paused, hesitating. It’s not that he’d never approached humans, but he avoided doing it in this form. He found himself wondering if he could become… less beastly. Humans were animals too, were they not?
And just like that, he was a man.
The fisher didn’t glance at him once while they walked down the hill, and when they reached the cabin and he looked at him properly for the first time, there was no surprise in his eyes. He simply opened the door for him, his fleshy, massive lips twitching into what may have been a smile. If he noticed any difference, he said not a word.
Inside were four people, gathered around a low table, arguing and chatting between themselves. They did not look up as the two entered the room, but one raised a hand in greeting.
“Friends,” The fisher grunted calmly to Leshy. “Safe.”
“Well hello there, stranger,” A man creaked, his voice high and grating. He looked familiar- yes, he was the prospector. Leshy knew his dog, a beautiful hound that lay sleeping under the table. “And who are you?”
“I am Leshy,” Leshy said, grateful his true name was not known. “I am here with…”
“Angeles,” The prospector smiled. “Yaww, I knew he’d make a friend one a’ these days.”
“No,” Another muttered, peering through their dirty goggles. “Angeles with a friend? Couldn’t be.”
“Be nice, Amani,” The prospector said, swatting at him. “Well, we all should introduce ourselves, shouldn’t we? I’m Geoffrey, but my friends call me Clank. This ‘ere is Amani, they’re a mycologist- study mushrooms and the such. Also a fine surgeon, if ye ever need one.”
Amani ducked their head sheepishly, but nodded.
“This is Sela,” Clank gestured at a small wiry figure whose lower face was covered in a scarf. “She shares a body wi’ Hunt, the trapper. They take turns, you know?”
Leshy did not know, but he guessed this must be some sort of human thing, so he nodded.
“And that there is Verona,” Clank gestured to the final figure, a small old woman who was huddled in the corner, gazing at Leshy with knowing eyes. “She don’t talk much, but she knows everythin’ there is to know ‘bout anything.”
“Leshy,” Verona murmured. “Of the woods.”
Leshy paused, before nodding. He knew in that moment that she was something powerful. Not as powerful as him, no, not even close, but far more than a mere human.
“Dinner is ready.” Sela rasped, pulling the pot off the fire.
No one seemed bothered as Leshy took a seat at the table, or as Angeles served him a bowl of stew. He rarely ate cooked meat- preferring his raw, but he dared not complain.
As he ate the over-seasoned food, he glanced around the cabin. A ram’s skull hung on the wall, gazing at him with empty sockets. He shuddered and looked away.
After they were done eating, the people began to disperse. The sun had long since set, and the firelight cast long shadows through the cabin.
“I must be going, now.” Leshy said to Angeles, who looked neither surprised nor disappointed, but merely nodded.
“Will see you,” Angeles said, not as a farewell, but as a promise, clapping his broad hand upon Leshy’s shoulder. “Good bye, Leshy-fish.”
“Goodbye.”
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