Did I ever show y’all the Wyvern Acolyte dragon redraw I did of Leo and season 6(FleetingAu) Harley? 👀🌸🩵 some concepts~
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Did I ever show y’all the Wyvern Acolyte dragon redraw I did of Leo and season 6(FleetingAu) Harley? 👀🌸🩵 some concepts~
Dragon Mikey goes brrrrrrrrrrrrrr
What happens when you like dragons a bit too much and you like turtles way too much. Dragon turtles
More Dragons!
Again, thanks to my shiny new dragon book. Here are five NPC dragons inspired by Fizban’s Treasury of Dragons, and a few other things as well:
Aghathoth, the Mad Scholar. An adult topaz dragon known for her fascination with allips and the profane secrets which create them. She has made it her lifetime mission to collect the crazed writings of scholars influenced by these maddened undead in an effort to decipher their fragmented secrets, and at least three of her lairs are rumoured to be home to massive and elaborately climate-controlled libraries full of cursed and apocalyptic writings. Aghathoth herself is probably not insane, or no more insane than the average gem dragon ever is, but she is distinctly irritable, absorbed in her research, rather on the amoral side of scholarly pursuits, and incredibly and often lethally unhappy with any and all interruptions to said research. Several of her humanoid identities are well known in various scholarly settings and among the less-then-legal trade in antiquities and texts.
(Topaz dragons being grumpy necromancer dragons is my new favourite thing, and allips are also one of my favourite things, with the Lovecraftian ‘forbidden knowledge’ angle, so have a ‘mad’ topaz scholar?)
Irralthalix, the World Root. The primeval forest dragon, Irralthalix is a green greatwyrm who dwells deep in the heart of a vast, continent-spanning jungle. This jungle is her life’s work, carefully curated over untold centuries, a journey back in time from the fresh new jungles of the coast to the primeval forests of Irralthalix’ youth at the heart of the continent. From her very first hoard as a wyrmling, she has been preserving little pieces of the ever-changing jungles, seeds and plants, snapshots of the forests-as-were, and as her power grew she began to preserve pieces of those ancient forests even as she spread new, verdant, ever-changing growth outward from her territory. Eventually, her reach spanned the continent. It is hers in its entirety now, a vast, verdant jewel cradled by ocean, a primeval landscape where the further one ventures from the sea, the further one ventures back in time. Civilisations dot her forests, both ruined and thriving, and she permits them, for in their way they are part of her hoard as well. Only interlopers are rejected, forces from the sea seeking to burn and clear that which is hers, her forests and her lands and her memories. She will not suffer her lands invaded, by anyone or anything, now or ever.
(If you give me greatwyrms as an option, gosh darn it I’m going to have greatwyrms. Please excuse my nod to the forest fantasies of my childhood and my love of green dragons)
Kerrinthriim, ‘Kerry’. A crystal dragon wyrmling who has taken to hanging around a fishing port in the frozen north. He wants bottles. Lots and lots of bottles. And fishing floats. And deck prisms. And sea-glass. And basically anything else made of glass that he can get his claws on. But bottles are his favourite. He loves the different shapes and sizes and colours of them, and the sounds they make. He’s making his first independent lair up on the frozen cliffs above the town, and has decided that building the best hoard of glass bottles the world has ever seen is the perfect ambition for a young dragon on his first lair. It’d be nice if the fishing port had access to some of the prettier ones, though. He’s seen a few from shipwrecks and the one fancy house in the town, so he knows there’s really pretty bottles out there in the world. It’d sure be nice if people could help him acquire some …
(This is not at all influenced by the fact that if I, personally, was a dragon, bottles would be my hoard too. Honest, yer honour)
Ualinmalae, the Bumpy Rock, Part-owner and Proprietor of the Catamaran Inn. An adult dragon turtle with a particularly craggy shell, Ualinmalae made the arguable mistake of taking a several-decade-long nap in a shallow harbour, her shell rising up above the water like an islet. It would have been fine, had a pirate shanty town not sprung up in the harbour while she was sleeping, and a particularly adventurous band of halflings not decided to set up shop as a ‘floating inn’ on the rocky ‘islet’, not realising what it was. Things could have gone extremely badly when she woke up, for the halflings in particular and the pirate town in general, had Ualinmalae not been rather curious once she got over the shock and horror of tumbling wooden structures and screaming things crawling all over her shell. An agreement was reached, once everyone calmed down a bit. These days, Ualinmalae receives a cut of the town’s profits for ‘keeping the waters free’ around the island (mostly by smashing navy ships that get too close) and is also the part-owner and proprietor of the now genuinely floating Catamaran Inn, a precarious-looking but surprisingly sturdy jury-rigged building with twin catamaran hulls disguised as docks which enable the inn to keep floating on the water whenever the ‘Bumpy Rock’ is away diving along the reefs, terrorising shipping, and whatever else dragon turtles do when they’re not pretending to be islets.
(This is directly from one of the suggested adult dragon turtles in Fizban’s. And I thought, she’d hardly have gone to sleep in an occupied harbour, so chances are this settlement is less than a couple of decades old at best. So … pirate town! And I wanted them to jury-rig the inn so that they could float without the dragon turtle, and then she can just swim up under them and pick them back up)
Amarganth, the Scourge of the Silver City. An ancient black dragon, Amarganth dwells in a place that is part lair, and part the crowning jewel of all his hoards: a silver citadel in a lake of acid that only he now remembers was once the ancient elven city of Cyimilae. And it was not named ‘the Silver City’ for nothing. The beautiful walls and slender towers of Cyimilae are made entirely of precious metals, of mithril, platinum and silver. A treasure, in and of themselves. They rise gleaming and beautiful above the noxious fumes of the green-black lake that surrounds them, the lake that Amarganth slowly poisoned and turned to acid over centuries, in the ancient morass of what was once forest and is now the most fetid of swamps. Enchanted silver boats sail the surface of the acid, slender and studded with moonstones and opals, inviting passage across the lethal waters into the slowly corroding bastion of the Silver City. For Amarganth has become listless and bored in his old age, and seeks the entertainment of watching treasure seekers brave the corroded-but-beautiful maze of death that Cyimilae has become.
(Strongly inspired by the Silver City of Amarganth from the Neverending Story, as you can probably guess. The lake of acid definitely made me think ‘black dragon’. Not to mention that ‘Amarganth’ means ‘bitterness’. So. The draconic overlord of a once-pure and now slowly-corroding city)
Day 10 Fire ~ So fun fact Mikey doesn’t so much as breath fire as he spews molten lava. His venom is extremely flammable and when lit it pools like lava. He has special teeth in the back of his mouth that actually create a spark which ignites his venom. Once the venom starts dripping out it ignites whatever is flammable on the ground and he will then step in it which lights the venom on his front claws on fire. He has very large venom glands and is able to produce it very rapidly so it can seem like it never runs out. When his venom is on fire it uses the toxins in it for fuel so you end up with a terrible chemical burn rather than dying from the toxins.
Happy and little late birthday to @jazzthetiger <3
Since I love your turtle dragons and you had birthday, I wanted to show my support to you this way :) I’m sorry about their looks and all... I never draw dragons :’D
Curious as donnie is stuck as a dragon, does this mean he can't or has trouble making things in this au? if he is still a techie in this au.
Good question and he absolutely can still make things. It’s a bit more difficult for him but with both his jaws and the hooked claws on his wings he’s able to do it. His paws are actually the most dexterous of his brothers so he can still hold things and even type. His claws are also very, very strong and extremely sharp. He is able to cut through metal like a hot knife through warm butter. He’s easily able to make things like gears even. It’s easier for him to work with things without wires and the such as it doesn’t require as much small things usually. He was completely able to make a set of small working wings out of bone, home made leather, and fish scales.
It’s not easy mind you, as mentally he is still just as intelligent but his paws are not exactly built to make things but he makes it work.
2T & 4E for Donnie? Its sad dragon hours.
from happy to sad it seems