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#tyranomon#tyrannomon#digimon#digisafe#digimon survive#digimon adventure#dinosaur#adult level#data#nature spirits#dragon's roar#fire breath
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Impmon Variations [1/4]
Starting a little project to draw Impmon variations for each digimon "field"
since the original is already a "Nightmare Soldier" there is a total of 8 other fields they could be part of making it 4 pairs!
The first pair I did is Dragon's Roar and Nature Spirit Impons!
I will try to find the motivation to finish the other six -w-;;;
I have the next two sketched already at least hmmm
#digimon#impmon#fanart#imp#variations#nightmare soldiers#nature spirits#dragon's roar#digimon variants
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everything you thought you knew will fall apart, but you'll be alright
[ ID: A digitally drawn headshot of Starflight from Wings Of Fire. He is a dark gray dragon with green eyes. He's looking over his shoulder with a worried expression. Behind him is a red square with a brighter red starburst around his head. End ID ]
#starflight#wings of fire#wof starflight#keeb art#keeb wof#love this fellow....he has a fun arc in my rewrite#also tried warmer colors for him! I like it... also gave him very batty features :]#my dragons r semi-mammalian so#keeb roars#pls let me know if I should change the image ID by the way its my first time writing one!
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Judge magazine, March 5, 1927
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but now they see you as you are
#godddddddddd#roars#rhaenyra targaryen#alicent hightower#rhaenicent#rhaenyra x alicent#hotd#house of the dragon#game of thrones#a song of ice and fire#asoiaf#got#rhaenyra#alicent
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Ancient dragons guarding their treasure.
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Look at you, handsome! yeah you! you're coming along so well, look at that cute hairy tummy of yours. yeah, the boys are gonna love your hairy chest, we should all go down to the lake, do a barbeque or something. you'll be in swim shorts the whole time, or a speedo, of course.
maybe one of the guys will let you borrow their button up.
maybe.
yeah, dude, EVERYONE wants to see your tummy and chest, wanna make sure you're being the handsomest boy for us, y'know? we know you get all embarrassed, but that's ok, it's fun to see you blush.
it's ok you haven't gotten top-surgery yet, have you seen Michael? his are just as big as yours and no one makes fun of him or even pokes at him for his weight or anything! we don't want to, we respect him, and no one should be made fun of for stuff like that, so no worries man, really! im sure everyone else likes being able to fondle 'em while you still got em just as much as they look forward to seeing how you look after!
let's go, dude, throw on the speedo, yeeeaah I decided, and let's go out! you can run in to the gas station for us to grab beer and ice and I'll get us gas! maybe ill have you run in to the store on our way and grab some patties and steak or something too, we'll see
aww, look at that blush~
#force masc#forcemasc#exhibition nsft#t4t nsft#nsft t4t#t4t#t4t ns/fw#just butch things#the dragon speaks#nsft text#the dragon roars
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I love the scene of Aegon's coronation. if the creators wanted to make the greens look pathetic in that stupid scene with Rhaenys, who decided to demonstrate her moral superiority by killing hundreds of citizens a second before, then they did not succeed. literally no one was particularly impressed by this shit, everyone just stared at her, staying in place. and even Alicent, scared to death, showed courage and stood in front of her son, looking danger in the eyes. tbh, this team has valyrian steel balls.
#team green#alicent hightower#aegon ii targaryen#aemond targaryen#criston cole#otto hightower#helaena targaryen#[ the greens: cringe situation ]#[ the blonde trio are dragonriders themselves#so their lack of impression is not surprising#Otto continued to give orders#Rhaenys's departure could have been made more logical thanks to the roar of the Sunfyre#but no the team black should look cooler ]#house of the dragon
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C-can I make a request…? (Please feel free to ignore if you’d rather not!)
HDW parent-child comfort? Maybe Volga gets a chance to comfort Link, or Impa can comfort him? Idk girl I’m just starving for comfort and warm fuzzy vibes and cuddles lol
Yes you may! (though I will say requests are closed so nobody send me more thanks <3)
It took me a while to contrive a situation where Impa would feel comfortable snuggling but I think I made it work! You’ll have to forgive me for the angst there ended up being, but there is comfort and cuddles I promise 😂
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It’s not a dangerous wound.
Head wounds always bleed a lot, and almost always look worse than they are, so there’s no need for her to panic.
Yet despite how many times Impa tells herself these words, she can’t seem to banish the dread in her gut at the memory of seeing Link get slammed to the ground by an aeralfos’s shield, and not get up even after it had been killed by another soldier.
She shouts his name as he goes down, but the battle is a mess, and Impa is stuck in a fight of her own and can’t immediately get to Link. She manages a glimpse of him through the hordes, blood all over his face, and her heart stops as she fights even more viciously.
By the time she finally forces her way past the monsters in her path, Link is already being carried out of battle by a handful of medics. Impa wants to stop right there and follow them and demand to know if he’s okay, but they’re at a crucial point in the battle, and leaving now would be disastrous.
They wouldn’t be carrying him off if he wasn’t alive, he’s alive, calm down, she berates herself, but for some reason her hands won’t stop shaking.
The moment Cia’s monsters retreat and the men raise up a cheer, Impa makes a beeline for the medical tent, ignoring the questions lobbed at her by various army personnel. Link has certainly been injured before, but there’d been so much blood on him...
The medics are expecting someone to come looking for Link apparently, and the moment she steps inside the medical tent, she’s whisked off to a more private corner, curtains blocking the area from both the sounds and sights of anyone walking by.
And immediately sees Link lying silently on a bed, nearly as pale as the bandage around his head.
Impa exhales as she goes to his side, and watches his chest go up and down for a moment. The blood has been cleaned from his face at least, but he’s unnaturally still, and pale.
But he’s breathing.
“How is he?” Impa asks, and the medic beside Link hums.
“He has a concussion along with the laceration the shield left, but we’ve stopped the bleeding. He woke up enough to handle a potion about fifteen minutes ago,” she reports. “He’ll likely be disoriented for a while while the potion works through him. He may need another at a later point, but overall, he should be fine with some rest,” the medic smiles. Impa nods, still trying to ease the fear constricting her.
See, he’s fine, they said he’ll be fine, he just needs rest. He’s fine.
Link’s chest goes slowly up and down again, and Impa swallows.
“I’ve got some other patients to check up on, I’ll leave you to visit,” the medic says, seeming to sense her presence isn’t wanted, and she slips out from the curtain, leaving Impa alone with her son.
It’s rather quiet with her gone.
Impa exhales again, and looks at Link, pale and quiet, seeming unusually small under the thin blanket that he’s tucked under. There’s still blood matted in his hair, and Impa hesitates, then reaches forward, gently teasing some of it out.
It falls almost dust-like onto his pillow, and she brushes it off, intent on not thinking about how close Link came to dying and how she couldn’t do a thing to help him.
She can still see hear his cry as he’d fallen to the ground.
“Mmngh...”
“Link?” Impa asks immediately, leaning over him as his face twitches.
It takes him a minute, but he blearily opens his eyes, pupils unevenly sized as he blinks up at her. The sight of his blues, even dazed as they are, eases the fear in her chest somewhat, and she swallows as he stares.
“‘mpa?” he slurs, and she nods, unable to stop her exhale. He’s fine, see, he’s awake, relax. “Wh’...?”
“You were injured, Link. You got hit rather hard in the head with a large metal shield,” Impa explains slowly. Link scrunches up his face like he’s trying to remember such an event happening. “You’re currently in the medics tent.”
Link slowly blinks at her, not a whit of comprehension in his gaze.
“...shield?”
“Yes, a shield hit you. Hard.”
The memory of blood flashes in Impa’s vision again, and she very pointedly ignores it as Link’s eyes scrunch in confusion.
“Where’s... m’ shield?” he mumbles.
“It’s with your other gear, Link. It’s safe.”
"Oh..." he trails off, and slowly blinks. "...Wh' happen?"
Impa sighs. The medic had said he’d be disoriented. "You were injured, Link. You're resting in the medical tent."
He hums in reply, and slowly rolls his head to the side so he can look at her more easily, eyes trailing hazily across her face. The unsure, almost guarded look that’s been on his face whenever he’s looked at her lately is completely absent, nothing but open trust and bleary confusion.
It’s... almost more painful, in a way.
Impa swallows, and sits on the stool that’s been left beside his bed, Link’s eyes flickering at the noise. He stares at her again, and blinks, a little frown pulling at his cheeks.
“Don’t cry,” he murmurs.
“...Link, I’m not crying,” Impa replies slowly, and Link stretches a hand in the vague direction of her face, obviously rather uncoordinated.
“Eyes’r red,” he says worriedly, and somehow manages to land a hand on her cheek. “Looks like... if you’re cryin’.”
Impa can’t help letting out a soft chuckle as he clumsily tries to wipe away an imaginary tear, and she gently pulls Link’s hand off her cheek, setting it back at his side. “I haven’t been crying, Link. My eyes are naturally this color.”
Link squints at her, face disbelieving, then he frowns.
“I want red eyes,” he says in a sad voice, and Impa brushes his hair away from where it had fallen in his eyes.
“Blue eyes are just as nice as red,” she says patiently, gently picking some more of the blood from his hair. She's talked to her share of concussed people, but concussed Link is... especially curious to speak with. “I’ve always liked blue, actually.”
“Oh... okay. I guess blue... 'r nice."
Link leans into her touch, and Impa holds her hand there longer than she would have otherwise, his eyes slipping closed again. He doesn’t speak for a minute, and Impa almost thinks he’s fallen asleep when he softly grunts.
“I don’t feel good,” he mumbles. “C'n you fix it?”
The way his voice wavers makes something squeeze in her chest. “I’m afraid not. The red potion should help fix you up soon Link, but it’s going to take a little while. You’ll just have to be patient.”
“Head hurts... ‘n stomach.”
“You have a concussion, that’s not surprising,” Impa sighs. “But the red potion should help with that. They’ll both fade, you’ll be all right.”
“Left,” he mumbles, and Impa raises a confused eyebrow. “‘M left-handed. Not right.”
Impa breathes a soft chuckle. “That you are. My apologies.”
Link goes quiet again, and Impa watches him, his face slightly pinched in discomfort. She’s unable to stop herself from studying his face as the silence stretches between them, idly picking out the features he shares with her and his father.
He’s got Volga’s hair, though it’s paler then his, a hint of his Sheikah blood coming through. His nose is hers, as is the overall shape of his face, but his eyes are solely how Volga’s used to be, blue and bright.
Looking at him, you'd never guess he had such unusual blood.
Link must feel her gaze on him, as he opens his eyes and looks at her again. His eyes are eyes half lidded, but focused on her face, and a frown appears on his lips as pain suddenly ripples across his expression. His forehead crinkles, discomfort suddenly more obvious as he shifts in his bed, and Impa leans forward, looking at him with worry.
“Link?”
He squeezes his eyes shut, then opens them again, looking at her with a truly miserable expression.
“...Hurts,” he whispers.
And maybe it’s the time of voice he uses, maybe it’s the mixture of tears and dizziness in his eyes, or the fact that he just looks so young and small and hurt lying there, but Impa abruptly gives in to the side of herself begging to do something other then just sit here.
He likely won't remember any of this tomorrow anyway.
She stands up from her stool as Link lets out a soft groan, and sits herself on the bed, gently sliding him over so she can sit beside him. Her plan was to merely provide comfort by sitting there, but Link almost immediately latches onto her, curling himself halfway on her lap.
Impa can’t really breathe for a few seconds as her son nestles up to her, face still pained, but more relaxed then before. She watches him as he tries to get settled, but he seems to be having trouble finding a comfortable position for his head.
So Impa throws her remaining caution to the wind, and does something she hasn’t done since Link was a baby.
She slowly, carefully, slides him up, shifting him around so his head is resting on her shoulder. Then she begins to gently pet his hair, her fingers trembling a little.
Link goes still, then relaxes, the pain easing on his face.
“There you go...” she says quietly, still slowly running a hand through his hair. She’s careful to avoid the bandages, making sure her fingers only card through hair, and Link about melts under her touch.
A soft sigh escapes him, and Impa swallows, the fact that this is the first time she’s held Link since he was tiny not lost on her.
She quickly blinks back the sting in her eyes.
A sound almost like purring suddenly vibrates from Link’s throat, soft and faint, just loud enough that Impa can hear it. She blinks at him in surprise, but Link doesn’t notice, well on his way to falling asleep.
Impa keeps petting his hair as he dozes against her, the little rumbly noises still coming from his throat. He nuzzles up to her a little more, and Impa pulls his blanket up around his shoulders, holding him just a bit tighter as he finally drifts off.
It's unlikely he'll have any memory of this occurring, Impa quietly soothing him as he falls asleep in her arms.
But that's okay.
Holding him again after so long, gently teasing the last bits of blood from his hair, his head resting under her chin as he softly rumbles... it's enough.
She closes her eyes, and Link sighs again, fully asleep.
It's enough.
#I don't know how warm and fuzzy I suceeded in making this but I did my best#hdw au#impa#link#tw blood#tw concussion#? i guess#answers from the floor#skyloftian nutcase my beloved#writing from the floor#I hate to say it but if dragons roar then technically they shouldn’t also be able to purr#but. luckily it’s fiction and I can do whatever I want 👍#so. purr. hehe.#Impa: *trying to respect Link's space because things are still weird between them*#*but also knowing he's concussed and has no clue what's going on* this is fine
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Imagine coming over 2.3 Million years into the future only to find out those funny monkey mammal creatures you used to chase around for giggles selectively bred a dog to be 100% FIREPROOF.
#TSB Draws#Pokemon SV#Pokemon Scarlet#Roaring Moon#Salamance#Dauchsbun#Fairy#Dragon#Dark#Fire#Dauchsbun's special ability is so op and beautiful#An ancient monster vs a little weiner dog made of loaf bread#who would win-the answer surprises.
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fucjkkkkkk i havent designed a pokefusion in foreverrrr heres a reshi roaring moon for warmup
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#skullgreymon#skull greymon#digimon#digisafe#digimon adventure#undead#skeleton#dinosaur#virus#perfect level#nightmare soldiers#dragon's roar#ground zero#oblivion bird
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commission for Nephe on FA of their dragon sona, Nephe in a Roaring Moon outfit! it fits her so well, like a primal queen <3
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tsunami is autistic here she is talking about her special interests <3
[ ID: A digitally drawn headshot of Tsunami from Wings of Fire. It looks like she’s happily talking about something. In her speech bubbles are several simple black and white drawings: a Cassin's auklet swimming and causing ripples, two weapons crossed, a seagull standing with its head turned towards the viewer. End ID]
#source: I am autistic and I care her#her special interests r battle tactics/history and seabirds btw :] the seabirds develop post arc 1 but it starts off when she sees#auklets feeding their chicks in the sea kingdom during tlh... thats why she names her little sister auklet#also redux content! I want to post more but im not very confident in my dragon art so we'll see#tag for it tho:#keeb wof#also#keeb art#wof#wings of fire#tsunami#wof tsunami#keeb roars#img Id by firnmist#thank u!
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since rooster teeth is shutting down, and the state of all the media is kinda up in limbo, i’ll be doing my best to download and archive the entire stinky dragon podcast. if any of you want to help, that’ll be great but you definitely don’t have to.
i’ll be downloading most of the content from spotify and uploading it first to a thumb drive and then my hope is to get one big stinky cd collection lol
if anyone wants to help archive all the thumbnails and other art, that would be greatly appreciated too
soon hopefully i’ll set up a website all about archiving. this news really saddens me and hopefully the podcast gets picked up by someone else, if at all :[
#stinky dragon pod#tales from the stinky dragon#tftsd#the dragon roars#media archive#archival#any help is appreciated
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OKAY RANDOM CUTE BOWUIGI THOUGHT
I've seen lots of art of bowser giving Luigi pirahna plant bouquets very dangerous very spicy there bowser considering how nippy those pirahna can be
BUT WHAT IF
Bowser gives Luigi a bouquet/flower plant pot and the pirahnas spring to life absolutely just covering Luigi in kisses just mwamwamwamwamwa because Bowser specially raised/grew/trained them to be non hostile and affectionate which leads to overly affectionate kissy plants and Bowser going "HEY" cause that's HIM boyfriend!! Too many kisses!! Tone it down! You were meant to only make one kissy sound each! Getting very upset with his trained plants because urg too affectionate go away I wanna smooch Luigi now.
So now Luigi owns this affectionate pirhanna plant which is essentially just puppy hardwiring in plant body, they wiggle their leaves vigorously and waggle their whole stems when they see him coming like excitable puppies ready to play and the worst they'll ever so is chew on his fingers sometimes and aw his plant.
#RAARAHRAA#Bowuigi#Pirahna plants#Bowser#Luigi#Bowser is a romantic specially creating plants to not harm bf#But then the plants love Luigi too much because Bowser loves him so much#And now bowser is pouty XD#Think like the dragon snappers from coraline that's kind of an inspiration how they're alive on the vase eating food scraps#But kissy kissy Luigi#I think Luigi should have a pirahna plant pet#Luigi just collecting dogs#Polterpup pirhanna dogplant ect#Starts hopping around in its plant pot going thunk thunk thunk if left alone tryna find Luigi#Bowser like did too good a job XD#Luigi thinks it's adorable probably#Especially cause oh they're...harmless? And realising they're kind of really cute up close#But also for the fun's pirahna puplant (yes that's their name now) actually has a mouth full of fucking teeth#Just so if Luigi is out with his plant and he's threatened by an enemy maybe a wild pirhanna plant pirahna puplant just goes feral#Just Hissing snarling screeching screaming roaring in a terrifying manner it's mouth opening shockingly wide and outwards#Showing rows of teeth that it threats with openly with enough hostility and sound it probably scares off any threat#I just love the harmless thing has a giant fuck off proportionally wrong too big for itself sharp mouth of death#It's a fun trope
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