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Virgil’s dragon design for @rixitup ‘s au, Virgil’s Calamity, which you can find here
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cower in fear, tiny! your new king is here!
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this is basically how the last few pages have gone, right? ( @comicaurora )
#aurora comic#aurora webcomic#erin ruunaser#the void dragon#this file is named 'bad walter bad' btw#love drawing vd as a weird cat he's so funky#virgil arts#going to draw some more serious erin/general aurora fanart soon bc its just been in the forefront of my brain recently but for now this
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Felt nostalgic for all these superhero shows from the early 2000's when I was a kiddo. Does anyone else remember El Tigre? Static Shock? American Dragon Jake Long?
I could rant about why El Tigre is so good. But I'll just keep hoping they put it up on a streaming service for people to watch.
#Shadowpuppetteer#traditional art#ink#fanart#fan art#nostalgia#early 2000's#El Tigre#manny rivera#Static Shock#Virgil Hawkins#Jake Long#American Dragon Jake Long#Danny Phantom#Danny Fenton
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The Sides of Sanders and their dragon counterparts!
Ko-fi / Red Bubble / Commissions
#sanders sides#logan sanders#roman sanders#patton sanders#virgil sanders#janus sanders#remus sanders#ts logan#ts roman#ts patton#ts virgil#ts janus#ts remus#tiny dragon#blue dragon#red dragon#purple dragon#yellow dragon#green dragon#expressionsartwork
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oc_tober day 1: fave oc(s)
my CoS blorbo Sturm and his pathetic brother Strahd during war time
some homebrew changes to my dear Barovia
#they hate each other btw#dante and virgil dmc vibes yk#i will kill for them i will die for them#oc tober#inktober#bweirdoctober#curse of strahd#strahd von zarovich#dnd strahd#ravenloft#sturm von zarovich#barovia#ttrpg#dungeons and dragons#art#sketch#artists on tumblr
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every good intention (4)
warnings: misunderstandings, assumptions, pre-AA, panic attack
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Roman had been thinking.
Contemplating, really. There were a surplus of mystifying elements to consider as of late, especially now that he’d found out about Logan and Anxiety’s secret tryst.
(He was fairly certain that platonic cuddling between a repressed nerd and an awkward emo didn’t actually qualify as a tryst, but it sounded much more dramatic that way.)
He was no Logic, but as a charming and exceptional denizen of Thomas’s mind, he naturally had wits aplenty of his own.
And so arrived his realization: When it came to the puzzle that was his interactions with Anxiety the past few weeks, there was a pattern.
When Roman ran into the eyeliner-extraordinaire as himself, he was treated to the same prickly reception as always: Anxiety was a creepy, annoying asshole who loved to undermine Roman’s every idea and probably Thomas’s every happy thought, too.
The few occasions that he’d run into Anxiety in his cursed form, however, told a new story. One Roman had never heard before.
When faced with the tiny fire-breathing lizard version of Roman, Anxiety acted entirely differently. Instead of hunched shoulders and purposefully agitating smirks, he wore a casual, slouched posture and wry amusement— even when Roman was actively antagonizing him.
He didn’t act like a villain. When faced with what he believed to be a small, easily-conquered creature, Anxiety hadn’t taken the opportunity to attack, hurt, or even merely frighten him. Not even after Roman had bitten him.
Roman the Side, on the other hand, was given no such grace. He’d even tried to tone down his usual assertiveness in favor of a careful neutrality when running into Anxiety, curious about the strange truce Logan had formed with him, but to no avail.
Without the barrier of barbed bantering between them, Anxiety only seemed to grow more defensive and on-edge, paradoxically enough.
The answer was obvious: Anxiety must have some strange affinity for dragons.
It was the only possible explanation for Roman’s bizarre undersized form garnering a kinder welcome than Creativity, clearly the optimal being between the two. Anxiety simply had an affection for the sharp and scary, and a disdain for Disney Princes.
Of course, that didn’t explain the way he treated Patton with care when nobody was watching, or the lack of backstabbing he’d brought to the midnight cuddlefest. Thus, it all had to be part of some larger plot!
Roman wasn’t as experienced in predicting plotting, seeing as it wasn’t a particularly heroic activity.
Luckily, he had the perfect spy to send in to uncover the truth behind Anxiety’s more bewildering behavior: himself!
Thus, the next time Roman found himself with wings, scales, and a tail, he strode down the hall towards Anxiety’s room with confidence that was only a little faux.
He’d worried for a bit that it wasn’t a very gentlemanly thing to do, invading one’s privacy, but this particular opportunity had come about after a spectacular tiff between the two of them, and Roman found that his reservations had suddenly vanished.
Anxiety certainly hadn’t been holding back when he’d poked at Roman’s every sore spot in the brainstorming today. Roman wanted— no, needed to uncover the motives of his scheme, so he could go back to giving every argument his all too, without wondering how things might be different between them.
Anxiety’s room was usually sealed up tight, but occasionally he would leave it cracked, presumably because the sight of it sitting just slightly ajar at the shadowed end of the hall prompted exactly the sort of unease that he loved to inspire in everyone.
Fortune must have smiled on Roman today, for when he trotted closer, he found that the door was indeed not fully closed.
Taking a deep breath, Roman steeled himself and then headbutted the door firmly, pushing it the slightest bit further open so that he could wriggle his strange little wyrm-like body through.
It made a horrendous creaking sound, eliciting a wince from Roman but absolutely no response from the figure flopped over on the bed in the middle of the shadowed room.
Wary now, Roman crept forward bit by bit, until he spotted the outline of bulky headphones. So that was why his entrance had gone unnoticed by the twitchiest Side in the Mindscape.
Hesitant to grab Anxiety’s attention right away— he would have to be in a foul mood after their altercation today too, wouldn’t he?— Roman instead clambered up the side of a padded armchair, pausing to glance around at the rest of the room curiously.
For such a grimdark and gloomy guy, Anxiety certainly had excellent taste in Disney decor. He would love something like that Nightmare Before Christmas poster in his own room, perhaps an entire section of the wall dedicated to a collage of the more aesthetically appealing Disney classic poster— no, focus!
Shaking himself out of the theoretical redecorating, Roman leapt nimbly to the bedside table, flaring his wings slightly on instinct to muffle the impact of his landing.
When he turned to check that Anxiety was still unaware, however, the sight that greeted him was shocking enough to strike him dumb.
Anxiety’s eyes weren’t on him, because they were cinched tightly closed. He had both hands wound firmly into his hair, face twisted into a panicked grimace as he struggled to inhale a full lungful of air. His panic was practically tangible in the air— Roman felt his own heart rate begin to rise as though in empathy.
His startled question (“Are you okay?!”) came out as a warbling call, one that didn’t make it through the emo soundtrack blasting from those headphones.
After a brief moment of hesitation— why was he so nervous?— Roman made the short leap to the bed, landing with a slight pressure that instantly made Anxiety’s red-rimmed eyes shoot open.
He backpedaled slightly at the way Anxiety sat bolt upright, but in the next moment, the tension seemed to drain slightly from the other Side.
“Bitey,” he greeted, and the wobble in his voice was so alarming that Roman didn’t even snap his teeth in his usual protest of the nickname. “I don’t think you should— should be in here, bud. You may not be affected by the room itself, but I'm… I’m not great company right now.”
Roman kneaded the comforter beneath his talons for a moment indecisively, earning a shaky half-smile from Anxiety. It could be part of some larger plot, but… Roman was the most dedicated actor out of them all, and he didn’t feel like this was an act.
Carefully, his heart pounding in his ears, he crept forward and butted his head against Anxiety’s knee in a meagre attempt at comfort.
Anxiety let out a stuttering, painfully-shallow sounding exhale, and then reached down and picked him up, supporting him with the curve of one arm as he curled around Roman in an unmistakable hug.
The moment they made contact, Roman felt a burst of all-consuming panic that didn’t belong to him, spiked and piercing into every vulnerable bit until there wasn’t any calm left.
It was an echo, emotional feedback from the panic attack that Anxiety was having, and it was a perfect mirror of every fright and fear he’d faced while this size, all at once.
Oh. Oh.
Anxiety hadn’t been kind to him because of reptilian favoritism, after all. It was because he was more than familiar with the sort of flipped-beetle vulnerability that came with feeling afraid, the defensive bared teeth of the fight bit of fight-or-flight. He wasn’t just the cause of Thomas’s anxiety, he was the experience of anxiety itself.
That put… a lot of things into perspective, actually.
Roman pushed his head against Anxiety’s sternum, returning the hug as best he could.
He had a lot of re-thinking to do.
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an au idea i had
patton is a father of four. he’s a usual dad; funny, protective, into sports, sweet to everyone, doesn’t swear or the one that says “there’s no swearing in this household!” he is against alcohol, but he doesn’t confront logan about it harshly.
logan is his husband. he’s a wine and cig momma obviously. tired, never wearing efficient clothing, swears the most, and the kids call him mom because they already call patton dad. he drinks way too much but tries not to expose the kids to anything. he tries to be a good parent, but he’s still trying to get his life together.
roman and remus are their two oldest, being 15. roman has the passion and love of patton but the anger issues of logan. remus has the upbeat energy of patton, and the feral swearing of logan. the two always fight, but can get along when looking after the younger two.
virgil is the middle child, being 12. he gets really nervous around logan because of his aggression so he depends on roman and remus for a lot of things and was basically raised by them and patton. he nerds out to remus about a lot of things and plays a lot of games with roman.
emile is the youngest at 8 years old. he is a little quiet like logan but they’re both great listeners. he has patton’s happiness, loving personality, and smile. roman got him into disney and remus and virgil got him into cartoons. he looks up to his parents the most.
janus is logan’s brother and the kids’s uncle. he also drinks but not as much. he comes to visit every little while and knows a lot more than everyone. him and patton are friendly, and remus sees him like a third dad. janus’s daughter is named dolores, the dragon witch.
dolores is the kids’s cousin. they call her the dragon witch because of her obsession with the wings of fire series and the dark academia aesthetic. she’s very intelligent for her age, being 14 years old. she’s very close with the twins, mostly remus, since her and roman don’t get along too often.
#i might draw this later :)#sanders sides#ts sides#sasi#thomas sanders#patton sanders#logan sanders#roman sanders#remus sanders#creativitwins#virgil sanders#emile picani#janus sanders#dragon witch#original au#alternate universe#my au
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Happy Blacktober!! I realized I hadn’t made a compilation post from last year so here are the pieces I finished during Blacktober 2021!
#blacktober#the dragon prince#KND#codename: kids next door#kim possible#Home#static shock#rugrats#susie carmichael#virgil hawkins#mitchiko and hatchin
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So since Dave and Prester are both eldritch creatures, do they know about each other?
Eldrich creatures? What ever do you mean? They're both totally normal cogs uwu
In all seriousness, though, I think the both of them didn't know each other until they met; and when they locked eyes, they learned everything about each other. To make sure they both keep quiet about their secret, they've become pals over the years, me thinks; but they only talk or do anything together in private. They've found it to be kinda fun using their eldrich abilities to do things in secret.
(Pics are better quality if you click them)
#Prester comes from Ye Olde Toontown#He knows how to grow some ancient purple haze if you catch my drift#he and Dave get high off it every so often and nobody will ever know that these two are pals in secret#it's our secret x3#Prester lights the joints with fire magic#Dave and Prester didn't know anything about each other until they first met#Dave doesn't want anyone to know he's a spooky eldrich being and Prester doesn't want anyone to know he's a dragon possessed half corpse#so truce it is between the two of them; they know too much about each other#Prester is still a wip of what he is; but dragon possessed half corpse seems accurate ish? I'll have to think of a way to better say what#ttcc#toontown corporate clash#imagionary rambles#toontown: corporate clash#ttcc au#dave brubot#major player#prester virgil#witch hunter#tw drugs#Prester is a sorcerer or warlock and practices dark and fire magics and necromany#he drove a screw through his own head but we aren't sure for what yet (possibly possession?)
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I'm very glad that Hiccup Haddock,Jim Hawkins and Peter Parker have gotten the recognizition they deserve for how accidentally trans guy-coded they are BUT i would like to give some appreciation to some other childhood characters who's tboy swag is also off the charts:
Not only are they canon kings of color but in my (very correct) opinion,they're transmasc kings too <3
#aang#virgil hawkins#jake long#trans aang#trans virgil hawkins#trans jake long#aanglove#atla geekery#static shock#jake long american dragon#transmasc#trans men#transmasculine#transgender#nostalgiacore#💌#letters from summer#pop post 🌟
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i think he should get just a bit more dragon-y
#erin ruunaser#the void dragon#aurora#aurora comic#aurora webcomic#comicaurora#virgil arts#reasoning: i want more excuses to draw wings#can you tell ive been holding back a bunch of aurora drawing ideas because of college lmao?
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Óen (Part 2)
Part 1 | Part 2
Thunderbirds Are Go and HTTYD crossover.
And here we have more Tracys than the last part, considering the last part had only one line of Tracy.
Poor Hiccup, he found himself in one of my fics and that is never good for a character's health :D
Many thanks to the amazing @onereyofstarlight and @idontknowreallywhy for both encouraging and putting up with my crazy. We now know when lighting was invented :D
I hope you enjoy this bit of fic :D
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He was being held securely by a man in a helmet.
Aboard a dragon who was rumbling reassurance beneath them.
But Hiccup was more concerned for his dragon. He attempted to peer over the edge and only found grey and churned up seas, getting closer as the dragon banked in towards the group of islands, now no longer in the distance.
Islands that were completely unfamiliar.
Hiccup blinked aching eyes. Where in Thor were they?
“Óen, take us to the infirmary and get Cóic to message Máthair Chriona and Virgil. We have a couple of patients.”
Hiccup turned to look at the man holding him across his saddle. He was tall, but Hiccup was used to that, everyone was taller than him. But this man was dressed in blue-dyed leather, almost head to toe, including a helmet with something shiny and clear over his eyes.
From what little he could see through it, those eyes were blue, topped with dark eyebrows, not unlike his father’s.
His father.
Oh, hel.
He was in so much trouble.
But before he could panic any further, the dragon back winged into land, hovering a second or two before the familiar thump of dragon on solid ground.
“Thank you, Óen. Good flying, my friend.”
Óen warbled and turned to look up at his rider.
Hiccup froze.
The dragon had blue eyes like his rider, but now they were on the ground and Hiccup’s brain could finally catch up…
“You have a night fury.”
The man snorted. “That I do.” He looked down at Hiccup before scooping him into his arms. “And we will be discussing that, I have no doubt. But first Virgil needs to see to your dragon and Máthair Chriona needs to fill you with distasteful brews.”
“What?”
The man turned in his saddle, sliding over Óen and dropping both himself and Hiccup off the dragon.
“Scott, watch that leg!”
Scott sighed deep in his belly as another man ran up to the two of them.
This one was dark-haired and dressed in working leathers. Hiccup blinked. The man was so obviously a blacksmith, Hiccup was grateful for just a touch of familiarity.
“Don’t you be worrying about me, Virgil. You have a dragon patient.”
Dark eyes frowned at Scott before flicking to something behind them. “Another night fury?”
Hiccup blanched. “Toothless!” He struggled in Scott’s arms and managed to unbalance the man enough to free himself. This, of course, resulted in Hiccup hitting the cold, hard ground with a thump that he would pay for later, but it also enabled him to finally see his dragon.
Toothless lay crumpled on the ground beside Óen, his wings half-unfurled and limp. Thank, Thor, he was awake and at the sight of Hiccup, his green eyes widened. He crooned at his rider.
Hiccup dug his heels into the dirt, pushing himself up and towards his dragon, stumbling enough to reach around Toothless’ broad head and hug him close. “Toothless, I’m so sorry. I was an idiot.”
The dragon grumbled at him, but there was an undertone of pain in his voice.
“What’s his name?” The smith had a deep but kind voice, accented as much as the blue rider’s.
“Toothless.” Hiccup looked back at the man who had taken a few steps closer.
“Looks like he’s strained himself.”
Hiccup turned to Toothless. There was ache in his dragon’s eyes. Pushing himself to his feet, he turned and looked to those beautiful black wings.
“You can trust, Virgil. He knows of the health of dragons and will help your Toothless be well.”
Hiccup turned to stare at the two men. The blue rider, Scott, had taken off his helmet. He had dark hair mussed by the leather and metal and strong blue eyes. He was taller than the smith, but there was an ease between the two of them that spoke of a long friendship.
Virgil edged a little closer. “May I take a look at him?”
Hiccup’s head hurt and Toothless was obviously injured. A quick glance at their surroundings and he realised that these people were not Vikings. The accent, the rough stone buildings, everything was unfamiliar.
Toothless crooned at him again.
Hiccup swallowed. His choices were few.
Óen shifted beside them and came up to his rider, nudging him with his snout in such a familiar way, Hiccup’s heart clenched. The night fury was definitely not Toothless. He was bigger for one thing and his scales switched colours as he moved, shifting between Toothless’ midnight black, a silver-grey, and an almost blue, depending on how the grey light from the sky hit him. The streaks of colour ran the length of his body and were mesmerising.
“Máthair, he is exhausted, as is his dragon. I fear a wing injury. We need to get them inside.”
He wasn’t sure which of the men had spoken. he couldn’t take his eyes off the big night fury.
Óen turned towards him, his electric blue eyes wide, a familiar croon, deeper than Toothless’.
Hiccup stared as the big dragon walked calmly up to him. Toothless warbled a greeting and there was something said between the two that Hiccup could not decipher.
Black scales shifted through blue and silver.
Toothless caught him under one arm and those silver scales caught the other.
There were worried exclamations and then nothing.
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#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds#how to train your dragon#httyd#thunderbirds fanfiction#httyd fanfiction#hiccup haddock#toothless#scott tracy#virgil tracy#nuttyfic#yes I'm insane#and know far more about 700 AD than ever before
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dark side's DnD session
Re:"Can I throw my axe at it?"
Jan:"Remus Virgil has the axe, not you."
Re:"Oh, so what do I have?"
Jan:"With your weapons still at the blacksmith? Only your burglar's pack and-"
Re:"Can I throw my burglar's pack at it?"
Jan:"..."
Re:":)"
Vi:"Can I hit him with my axe?"
Jan:"I'll allow it."
Re:"what did i do?"
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Now available on my Red Bubble gallery stickers/prints/cushions of TinyDragon!Sides enjoying their horde of precious treasure and Dragon!Patton offering friendly affection to all the other Dragon!Sides!
Feel free to check them out HERE at:
redbubble.com/people/art-expression
#sanders sides#tiny dragon!au#ts logan#ts roman#ts patton#ts virgil#ts janus#ts remus#blue dragon#red dragon#purple dragon#yellow dragon#green dragon#red bubble#red bubble designs#dragons horde#expressionsartwork#dragons
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They love one another as a leech loves its host, and a host its parasite.
In a way, maybe they're both parasites; starving and latching onto the first breathing thing they can find.
#curse of strahd#dnd#dungeons and dragons#strahd von zarovich#strahd#dnd character#strahdposting#dnd strahd#oc#original character#half elf#player character#teardrop mar morto#dante and virgil#vampire#redraw#artists on tumblr#ravenloft#my strahd#cos#dnd art#dnd oc#art#digital art#strahdrop
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