The Rest Of The Dragon-ified LIs

dragon pc doodles part 2 most of them have words this time so if u can't read my handwriting, all the written words are in the img descriptions (also read it left to right, up to down. classic english comic style)

one day I might do img descriptions properly but I promise nothing

I love ur arttt it's so cuuuuute x3 💖

🐺+♂️, 🪶+♂️, 🍋 make these bitches gay!!!! ❤

Black wolf Nation out! ❤

i know you didn't say it explicitly but i read ur mind and made it BW mpreg. for the sake of the glorious BW mpreg nation

Thanks for participating in my ask event! I'm going through all the requests in order from when I received them, so it might take a while for me to get to any new ones, but I WILL get through them ALL at some point. :) congrats on being the first, BW mpreg nation!!!

Reading this and want to participate? This is the event post!

Synopsis; mean wolf rides poor bird into oblivion

Prompt: BW x GH (Smut) / CW: dubcon(?), mpreg, homoerotic tussling - both characters are AMAB, male, and beastpeople

Birds of a Bone

Great Hawk didn't fly over the forest often. If he flew high above it, away from the clawing grasp of the treetops, it was hard to see through the branches. But if he flew through the treeline, he would be ducking and weaving endlessly—it was, in all ways, a lesser environment for flight compared to the wide moor. However, that didn't exactly mean he never visited the forest. On hot days, it was perhaps the only place of respite, given all the shade, aside from his nest. His lonely, too-empty nest.

Perhaps he came out here on some instinct. It was the middle of summer, the sun scorching everything it touched below. Even Great Hawk's stone-cool nest began to feel like the landbound's heated cookware, so he had taken off towards the distant mass of trees, thirsty for the shade inside. He was aware of the wolves always lurking in the shadows, alongside the bears and whatnot, but he didn't fear them more than he did being cooked alive. Life was always a series of challenges that he had to overcome for survival; risking a petty fight with a wolf was worth the guarantee of some reprieve from the heat.

By the time the sun had begun to sink below the horizon, Great Hawk had had his fill of the forest. He hadn't been bothered all day by any creature other than the fish that swarmed around him when he had dipped into a section of shallow river. It seemed the rest of the world was also taking a break today, with how quiet it was. Normally, the forest was overwhelming, especially when Great Hawk was resting on the ground; the overlapping birdsongs, loud swaying trees, and the buzzing insects a little too close to his ears drove him mad on a usual day, and maybe they were still there. Great Hawk wasn't paying attention anyways; surely any other clawed or fanged beast would rather not chase a hawk such as him around on such a sweltering day.

Though, perhaps he should have been more observant. When he had turned in the direction of the moor, wings already reaching to the sky, Great Hawk froze. In the black of the shadows was a glowing set of eyes, with a foreign intensity so strong it pinned the hawk to the spot. Ah, it seems he had finally met the alpha of the wolf pack.

The wolf stepped from out of the dark, but it was like he had been tainted by it—the fur on his body ate all the light it touched, leaving sections of pitch black across the giant's body. Great Hawk was a large specimen himself, the apex predator of the moor, but he couldn't compare to this mammoth of a canine. The hawk's breaths were uneven; the wolf was already too close, and probably had been for far longer than the hawk knew. If he tried to take flight, he'd just be snatched out of the air, but he also wasn't a match on land, and certainly not in a fight. Great Hawk didn't doubt that he'd scar or injure the wolf greatly, but it wouldn't mean much if the wolf could simply bite his neck and end the hawk's life. The giant, jagged scars across the wolf's exposed skin told Great Hawk that the beast wouldn't back off just because of a cut or two.

Then, Great Hawk was pressed against the ground with the behemoth holding him down from between his legs. Naturally, as any creature would do, the hawk began to flail wildly. He kicked and beat his wings, though neither amounted to much more than annoying his attacker. When Great Hawk finally managed to scratch the cheek of the wolf, the beast growled and fought back. Hard claws pressed against the hawk's skin, pressing against his exposed midsection, as the wolf sat on the hawk's lap, rendering his legs useless as weapons. Great Hawk was, essentially, trapped.

"You." The wolf started, staring down at Great Hawk. He couldn't tell if the beast looked curious or hungry. "You are the bird one from moor, yes? I am Black Wolf." The beast, Black Wolf, leaned over Great Hawk from where he sat atop the hawk. Black Wolf's eyes narrowed as the hawk began to struggle in his grasp again, the beast's grip only growing tighter. "Name. What is bird one's name?"

Great Hawk paused as he met the sharp eyes of the wolf hovering over him. "Great Hawk." He answered after a while, and the wolf smiled. It was more like a grin of sorts, but it was oddly charming. Great Hawk could feel his face warm and feathers ruffle the longer he looked, alongside the rising of a long-unsatisfied desire. Though, it seemed as though Black Wolf could feel it too. His grin grew smug as he rocked his ass back into the hawk's hardening erection, and it looked like he relished in the low groan he ripped out of the bird below him.

"Wait, Black Wolf- Ah!" Great Hawk whined, failing to suppress the full-body shudders that came with having his cock be touched for the first time by another living being. He never imagined it be like this, nonetheless with someone he wasn't promised to. It went against all his instincts, but... "What? Does Great Hawk not want to?" Black Wolf frowned down at the hawk beneath him, stopping the gyrating of his hips, though he seemed displeased about it. "Okay. Fine, I won't force bird to mate."

Great Hawk's eyes widened at the words, stunned by the easy compliance from a wolf of all things, before freezing in fear as Black Wolf began to bend over, fangs bared towards the hawk's neck. "My pack will praise me for such a good hunt. You feed us for days." Out of panic, Great Hawk jerked his hips upwards, cock throbbing against the wolf's ass. The beast chuckled and lapped at the hawk's neck, sharp canines brushing against the feathers of Great Hawk's nape. "Good choice."

The hawk squirmed as the wolf above aligned his ass to the hawk's sensitive dick, and the hawk cried out lewdly when the wolf sat down in one fluid motion. Great Hawk gripped the meaty thighs of Black Wolf as the wolf grinded against the hawk's pelvis, taking the cock deep inside for a few blissful moments, before the wolf raised his hips back up. Then, Black Wolf slammed them down again hard. The wolf's own cock bobbed and flopped around with the movement, leaking a creamy precum from the tip that squirt out with every sit back down, though the movement of the wolf's cock was hypnotic to watch. Great Hawk couldn't take his eyes off it, unable to much else other than simply experience the wolf's hot insides massage his own dick, and he licked his lips as he moved his hand to wrap around the fat red shaft of it.

Black Wolf chuckled some more above him, placing one oversized, furred hand on top of the hawk's wrist, and guided Great Hawk's softer palm up and down the length of his cock. He struggled to keep up with the wolf, a familiar building feeling slowly tearing his attention away from the wolf, but he didn't dare let go. He rocked his hips upwards, meeting Black Wolf's downwards motions, and chirped out a warning. "Won't last much longer." Black Wolf laughed, breathy and deep, and slammed his hips down harder. "Good. Cum inside. Give me pups."

It only took a couple pumps for Great Hawk to hit his peak, his plumes rising to their fullest as he pumped rope after rope of cum inside the wolf's ass, as he cried out in ecstasy. Black Wolf dragged the hawk's hand further down his cock than before, forcing Great Hawk to take the wolf's knot into his hand and squeeze it harshly, when its dams suddenly broke and shot strings of cum all over the hawk's face and chest. The wolf took a moment to breathe and relax, only to get up and trot off. "Don't intrude forest again. Or I'll breed you next time."

Great Hawk didn't waste time in flying off, though he'd think about the wolf very often afterwards.

When the hawk visited the forest again, weeks later, he managed to catch a glimpse of the elusive alpha once more. However, Black Wolf's stomach seemed larger than before...

The end! <3 words : 1,414

Look, as Americans, it is our right to pity the British for being British no matter what. Sure things are on fire here, but they have their own fires over there and they can't handle a day long car ride.

damn right. and our fire's SO big! Americans just keep winning 🦅🦅🦅 the British can only have pitiful wet dreams abt being as cool as the lamest American (which don't exist bc we're just so great)

What's egg opinion of our Lord and savior black wolf? Does egg approve of bw mpreg? Does egg approve of EGG MPREG???

Black wolf mpreg nation out ❤

Hi again BW mpreg nation!! I was thinking abt BW mpreg and when I checked Tumblr again I noticed ur ask. I feel like I summoned you

Egg actually likes Black Wolf and the other wolves! They run into the wolf pack all the time, since their tree house in rather deep in the forest and they visit it often. Egg's probably even friends with Black Wolf, though Black Wolf would probably be nonplussed towards Egg. Unless the PC had Black Wolf and Egg as their chosen LIs, then they'd be some sorta lovers.

Now, Egg has a pretty big pregnancy/breeding kink (almost as big as Kylar's, but it's not their whole thing so it's not brought up often,) but it's like. doubled when it's mpreg. So they would be very happy if BW got mpregged, and probably try to baby BW during the whole pregnancy. Egg would probably also get beat up by BW bc BW doesn't like being treated like he's weak (Egg isn't even treating him like that but BW can't tell the difference)

And, of course, it should go without saying that Egg GREATLY approves of Egg mpreg. He fully expects the PC (or the other chosen LI) to knock him up so long as it's possible. Even if it's not, he certainly wants the PC/LI to try at least a couple dozen times. He'll even start taking those fertility pills or talking to a doctor about it. He takes mpreg very seriously

uber old PC art from when i had first started playing the game

i miss him. i wonder where he is now, in the dimly lit backrooms of my nog

bonus pic from that same era of my art bc i miss drawing men like this. i need to study my old style and bring it back

also when i get to 69 followers i'll do one of those event things bc i find those fun

Is it ok to ask for 🐭🚹×✝️🚹+🍋? Sydlar nation is a small one, but we all equally love to see those two kissing, and happy 69 followers :3

But ofc!! I love to see them kissing as well, and love writing it even more. I did their genitals as die rolls as per usual but they came up as AFAB and AMAB again so I guess my dice really do like trans people. Not that I'm gonna complain but like... anyways may the Sydlar nation prosper o7

Thanks for participating in my ask event! :) This is the last request!

A big thank you to everyone who participated in this event! It's ended by now, but I'll host another one at 169 followers (or when I feel like it. I can be mysterious and spontaneous too yk)

Synopsis; Local crazy stalker gets religiously tamed

Prompt: Kylar x Sydney (Smut) / CW: Kylar (endearing), stalking, rite of promise, breeding kink - both characters are male, Kylar = AFAB, P!Sydney = AMAB (dice rolls) + bonus F! Sirris and GN! Jordan

Forget Your Faith

Kylar couldn't remember what his parents looked like as anything other than their current... sickly state. He often found himself looking up at that big painting in their manor, wondering if it was accurate or off in any ways. If it was off in every way, or just a few, and how it was off, if at all. The constant gloom of their manor, because the lights didn't really work after their electricity got cut off some years back, was oppressive. He's lived in it for long enough that he's simultaneously gotten rid off and regained his fear of the dark. He knows the shadows well. Well enough to know he should be scared of it, even if he was one with it.

His only sanctuary from that painting's baleful gaze was when he was out of the house. But, it was only a getaway from the painting. The outside world didn't like him either. Classmates would pick on him endlessly, he'd get any spare change on him stolen by lunch, and he's never left school without a couple fresh bruises from the regular hallway encounters. He only had two places of respite: a park bench barely under the shade of a tree, and by Sydney's side.

Sydney was hard to be around for various reasons, so he preferred his bench most days. But, when it was rainy and he couldn't stand the usual earthy dampness of a wet wooden bench, he'd stay with Sydney in the library after school. It was... difficult for Kylar to stay around the devout boy for too long, though he never wanted to leave when he did finally visit the strawberry blonde's little area in the back. It was a quaint, comfortable area, and Sydney would always smile when he saw Kylar, like his presence was some great thing. It made a maddeningly warm feeling explode in his chest every time, and Kylar couldn't quite tell if he liked it or not.

Regardless, he was here today. He sat in some random chair he'd pulled over from a vacant table nearby, idly listening to whatever studious thing Sydney was trying to talk to him about this time. "You know, you should join the temple! We could spend more time together there after the library closes." Sydney randomly spoke up after a few moments of silence, and Kylar frowned vaguely. He went to deny the offer, like all the thousand times before, but he paused. It would let him stay with Sydney longer. He's never even been inside the temple before, considering the nuns and monks shoo him off every time he gets past the first few steps.

Kylar's uncharacteristic silence made Sydney beam, hopeful. "W-Well, I guess I could. W-Would you help me join?" Kylar murmured, a bit bashful at needing someone's help to do something like this, but his apprehension melted a bit once he saw the pure joy on Sydney's face. Maybe it would be like a date. The thought made his cheeks warm and he turned his face away to hide it, only to be dragged into an even warmer hug by Sydney. "Of course! I'll talk to Jordan about it, and take you to them whenever you're ready! I can't wait to see you at the temple!" Kylar shivered as he felt the other man's breath tickle the ends of his hair. Suddenly, he was rather self-conscious about how his smelled; Sydney smelled good, like vanilla and caramel, but he never felt like he could get the smell of his house off himself. If Sydney smelled anything odd on him, he gave no hint of it when he pulled back and grinned at Kylar. He couldn't help but faintly smile back.

It took a week to meet Jordan, and they were kind enough to him. Gave him the rundown, did a very invasive virginity test that Kylar had to be held down by several nuns for, and welcomed him to the temple. Sydney gave Kylar a tour of the place, positively beaming the whole while, and that was that. A couple more weeks flew by, and Kylar was spending enough time away from home that he only had to change to a different house's breaker twice. Normally, he had to do it much more or his neighbors would get suspicious that someone was stealing their electricity. He's had enough officers show up on his doorsteps for that specifically. One more time and they might actually try to slap a charge on him. The temple's also, unsurprisingly, a great place to learn more about Sydney.

They've spent a few years apart, given his family situation, so after spending some time with him again, Kylar's had the profound feeling that he doesn't know Sydney all that well. So, he's gotten to digging. Well, it's more like he's gotten to watching. The tall ceilings provided great coverage and the textured walls were easy to climb. He's seen how Sydney rarely speaks to the other initiates, only saying the minimum words necessary. How he smiles, but only barely, when even Jordan approaches for a few words. At first, he was madly jealous—after all, none of them deserved Sydney. Then, Kylar felt immense pride. While Kylar would've preferred it if Sydney gave none of them the time of day, he still reserved the brightest smiles and nonsensical tangents just for him. For Kylar. Only Kylar.

It was obvious that they'd get promised, wasn't it? Of course, they'd get married and have a large family some day, though Kylar wished it would come sooner rather than later. But, as their casual talks melted into something more intimate, so did Kylar's patience at it reached its limit. He would stare when Sydney would fiddle with his pendant, wanting to see how the metal cross would look against sweaty skin. The only thing that'd snap him out of it was when Sydney inevitably asked if Kylar wanted to get a pendant too. So, when Sydney took him aside one day and confessed, Kylar was over the moon. He'd honestly thought they were already dating at that point, but he guessed a proper confession and proposal were nice to go through too. He daydreamed about how to plan the engagement proposal and their wedding all throughout the promising rite's process.

He snapped back to reality when they were together in the room again. Sydney under him, both of them completely naked, with hot wax dripping down their bodies like a scalding waterfall. He shivered in delight as he watched a drop fall from his chest onto Sydney's, and almost came just from meeting the other's gaze. The moment they got left alone, Kylar was rubbing his cunt on Sydney's cock. "A-Ah, wait, Kylar-" Sydney started, but he'd already started impaling himself on his beloved's fat dick. Kylar moaned as he slammed his hips down eagerly, stuffed full and delirious from the feeling of their virginities fading at the same time. He couldn't even feel the pain of it, especially not when he began to ride Sydney like his life depended on it. He certainly knew the future lived of their children did, at least.

Sydney would whimper with every movement down, and he'd groan erotically with every equal move up. Kylar didn't keep track of the noises he himself was making, or the things he was mindlessly babbling as he treated his beloved's dick like his favorite toy. He wasn't even vaguely disappointed neither of them brought lube—Kylar's juices were enough for both of them. He glanced at where they were connected and felt himself clench around Sydney when he saw the creamy white film all over their crotches. That must've been the breaking point for his future husband, though. Sydney reached up and gripped onto Kylar's waist, panting beneath him for a moment as he forced Kylar to stay still, even with all his whining and squirming. Then, he began to thrust up into him, and Kylar felt truly loved.

Kylar came once just a few short moments after Sydney had gained control, and then twice when he continued to hammer up into him. He could feel the tip of Sydney's cock kiss his cervix with every apex, dragging along his far too sensitive walls all the while. He was both relieved and very sad when it ended, though he also felt a great satisfaction when Sydney came inside him. He wished he had a plug or something to keep his lover's cum deep in there, crying to himself when it all came flowing out the moment Sydney pulled out. Oh well. At least he had his beloved Sydney all to himself from now on, right?

the end +Q+ words : 1,450

sorry if this is really broad,, ur dragons and art are super cool so i wanna know, who or what's ur favorite dragons in media?

ur all good, i love getting to rant abt stuff (preferably with a captive audience)

generally, i really like most of the designs from Skyrim, Monster Hunter (as a whole series), and Dragon Cave, but some of my favorites are: Paarthurnax, the random legendary dragons from Skyrim (they remind me of bugs), Xeno'jiiva from MH:W (very good visual storytelling, same goes for Safi'jiiva), and Astalos from other MH games (another bug dragon). i also highly recommend looking thru Dragon Cave's dragons because i'm in love with literally all of them. even the most basic of designs are so beautiful there

i'm also a big fan of how HtTYD does their dragon designs, but i'm not the biggest cartoon fan so i don't know much about them and dunno any of the dragon species names (other than the ones i'm legally required to after growing up with the franchise) Wings of Fire and Game of Thrones i'm kinda iffy about design-wise. they've got really cool designs but after you see more than maybe 6 or 7 characters, they tend to blend together really quickly, so i'm not the biggest fan of their design choices

but, in the end, my favorite dragons ever are the Paolumu from MH:W

i just find them so cute and charming despite having the face of a bald hamster and a bad attitude

the duality of man

a few doodles of dragon PC with the dragon LIs

bonus size comparison lineup (PC is "small")