What Is Egg’s Driving Style? Do They Got A Shot On Getting On Britain’s Worst Driver?

a few doodles of dragon PC with the dragon LIs

bonus size comparison lineup (PC is "small")

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?

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i needed to draw today anyways so i snuck in a quick doodle of what Egg could look like as a woman

currently redownloading the Sims 4 so i can put all the DoL characters in a single world and just watch as shit happens

on an unrelated note;

worm Dragon PC (massive WIP)

Dragon PC + Whitney + comedy

I love bullying Whitney <3 they deserve every drop of my ire (i love Whitney)

Thanks for participating in my ask event! IDK if anyone picked up on it before, but I don't say the Dragon PC's name at all in writing. I only tend to refer to him as "the dragon" or just by "he." :) This is the second to last request! Almost done...

The event's ended by now, but I'll finish the current requests I've gotten!

Synopsis; bully gets bullied

Prompt: Dragon PC & Whitney (Comedy) / CW: forced cuddling, unsexy sitting on, Whitney gets called "it" once, cigarette consumption - Dragon PC = male, Whitney = GN (dice rolls) + bonus F! Bailey, GN! Sydney, F! Kylar, and GN! River (only mentioned)

Schooling the Uncouth

He tended to just ignore annoyances. Especially the ones that chased him around, trying to get something from him or out of him. He already had to deal with Bailey's weekly siege on his horde of gold, though she called it "paying rent." He wouldn't stand for total strangers that wanted his possessions or body parts, even if all they wanted was his tears bottled. But, he tended to at least tolerate the ones that only wanted something superficial. Like Whitney, who just wanted a pet dragon. It was odd, but their attempts at subduing a giant lizard were very funny, even to the lizard in question. He even began giving the fellow some of his claw trimmings or fallen fur tufts, and chuckling when Whitney shoved it in their bag before the dragon could think of taking it back. He wished Bailey was like that. If she were, then she wouldn't need a suit of armor just to steal away with a couple of shed scales.

He tended to go to the local school, though he wasn't properly enrolled—he was a dragon, so it's not like he had the legal documents for the human's public education system. He'd show up a little after classes had started in the morning, since that's when the least teachers were available to try and shoo him off the grounds, and peak his head around the building. Sometimes he'd press his face against the windows of the classrooms, namely from the outside, and watch as the students inside laughed at him and the teacher got upset at the class for being so easily distracted. Other times, he'd treat himself to their facilities—swimming in the pool, eating the leftover scraps from the lunchroom, napping in the rear courtyard, perching on the roof like a gargoyle, etc. Today, however, he decided to be a menace. He had to admit, he could be destructive when he got to be in a playful mood. So far, he'd terrorized that religious kid in the library by eating a book in front of them, and he even stole some pages out of a scraggly girl's sketchpad, though he regretted it when he saw that they were exclusively full of drawings of him. He decided she was a good artist, though, so he wouldn't get revenge. This time.

He poked his head inside a classroom door, unfazed when the teacher inside stopped mid-sentence and the students inside gasped. The class was already in session, and it looked like math from the equations on the board, but he didn't find anything special enough about the class to hang around. Just as he began to dip his head back out, he heard a familiar chuckle and stopped. It was Whitney, sitting at the back of the class and watching the dragon as it scrutinized the classroom. The teacher walked over to the dragon, their face pale as they tried to usher him out of the room without being within biting range, and he heard Whitney's laughter again. "C'mon, leave my pet alone, yeah? He goes where I go." They spoke up, their goons giggling to themselves as they held their phones up, just like they always did when he was around. They sure loved taking pictures and videos of him, though he couldn't blame them. He also quite liked dragons, especially the one in the mirror.

He huffed at the teacher and they froze up, even backing away when he squeezed past the door and entered the room. He walked over to the row of desks that Whitney and their gang was at, not bothering to close the door behind him. Their friends laughed and squealed when he got close, some even reaching out to pet him. "Hey, only I get to pet him, got it?" Whitney glowered at their group, and he glowered right back at the bully. He really didn't mind being pet. The kids at the orphanage did it literally all the time, excluding when he was busy fighting Bailey or any strangers that broke in. Not that anyone broke in often—at least not after the dragon's adult teeth grew in and more than a few went missing after a midnight run-in with him. Really, it's a miracle Bailey keeps coming back for more after all those hospital visits. The armor repairs have to be getting expensive by now.

The dragon lowered his head to Whitney, tempting them into petting the long fur around his neck like a lion's mane. They eventually did, running their fingers through it, only for him to headbutt them when he lowered his head enough for it. He also openly snickered at them from where they were sprawled out on the floor, cursing at him as they tried to sit up. Keyword try. He bit at their pant leg, dragging them across the floor and forcing them to choose between being pantsed by a dragon or getting dragged around by said dragon. Whitney chose to lose some dignity rather than a portion of their pride, and now he has a hostage to lug around the school by the hem of their slowly tearing pants.

He dragged Whitney out of the classroom, where the teacher had all but fainted and their friends hesitantly waved goodbye, and down the hallway. He only paused when his ass bumped into the doors that led outside, but brute forced them open with his tail and continued lugging his unwilling travel partner into the open grass of the school's backyard. Whitney bitched and complained, as per usual, and did so louder when their head bounced off of the steps that led down to the greenery. They also ungratefully whined as he raked them through the cool dirt and dewy grass. Once he was satisfied with their adventure together, he let Whitney go and looked down at them. They were all sorts of ruffled, obviously, and looked just as miffed. He snickered at them.

It was a nice day out. Partially sunny, comfortably warm, gentle breeze—perfect napping weather. So, he laid down in the grass and got cozy. He didn't mind that his pillow squirmed and spit obscenities, but he did mind that it lit up a cigarette to smoke while he was trying to sleep. He reached over and snatched the fucking thing out of Whitney's out mouth, chewing at it for a second before swallowing it. He met their dumfounded expression evenly, testing them, before laying back down. He also ate the next cigarette they tried to sneakily smoke before they gave up. Smoking kills, but he'd be fine. He's eaten worse.

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yippee i love the black wolf mpreg nation sm glad to have been welcomed into it

also i got A Kiss from Death bc of you and i ended up staying up 5 hrs later than i should've just playing the game last night. I also initially thought you were talking about the half-dragon when you said "fisting a dragon" and was so confused on how i couldn't find the way to fist him, until i encountered the actual giant dragon and went "oh!"

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

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yes ofc!

since you changed it from gender to genitals, I went ahead and rolled for their genders hehe. I also threw some light comedy in there lmao

Thanks for participating in my ask event! I'm slowly gettin thru them all, I promise <3 I'll try to host this event whenever my follower count hits a 69 so 169 is the next goal! :) I'm glad so many Great Hawk lovers are in my ask box. GH is my favorite LI ever <3

The event's ended by now, but I'll finish the current requests I've gotten!

Synopsis; lesbian bird fucker 🫵 (complimentary)

Prompt: PC x GH (Smut) + Pregnancy & Eggs / CW: bird marriage, pregnancy, eggs, PC = simp, mentioned womb fucking - Both characters are female (dice rolls), PC = AFAB, GH = AMAB, and GH is a beastperson

Wife's Wishes

You were used to this awful, strange town. The people were weird by nature, and the nature was even weirder. Though odd, it was comfortable enough if you knew how to fend off the touchy ones. At some point, you even began to embrace the outright fictional events around you. A real, living furry with the animal parts baked in? They're all over town, and a lot of them are pets, so it's nothing you flinch at anymore. Some kind of plant fused into a person running around naked? You've already passed by plenty just today, and had a conversation or two with them. Multi-limbed creatures trying to swarm you from the underbrush? Honestly, you found them almost cute.

So when a very pretty harpy lady began flying over head, you weighed your options. Cons: a bird woman in the middle of the moor probably isn't a good sign, and you've already made it this far in life without ever having to lewdly touch anybody or anything. How you did that in this town is a mystery, but miracles happen sometimes. Pros: that bird woman is very hot. Usually, you aren't sexually inclined, but something about the harpy just calls to you. Quite literally, if her, frankly beautiful, screeching from above was any sign. You contemplated for a bit longer, watching closely as she circled again and again above you. You reached your conclusion when she dove down, and opened your arms welcomingly right before she picked you up with her big bird feet.

"I am Great Hawk. Wife should get comfortable." Were the harpy's first words to you upon landing at some tall tower you'd previously caught glimpses in the distance of while exploring earlier. She had set you down as carefully as a woman almost twice your size could, and took a couple steps back to give you space. She probably expected you to be panicked or surprised, but you were more disappointed that she didn't stay so close. You were eager to get a good look at her. "I will be back with gift." She took off out of the tower before you could say anything, and you decided to do as she said and make yourself at home.

When Great Hawk came back, she seemed to momentarily forget where she was. While she had been off doing whatever, you had taken the liberty to start cleaning the tower. It was a finite space, and you were very adept with cleaning by now, given all the millions of odd jobs you did around town, so it didn't take very long to at least get the dust and loose debris out of your immediate living area. Your attention turned to the harpy when she almost stumbled her landing, more focused on taking in the dramatic change of her nesting quarters. "Oh, welcome back! I thought I'd clean the place a bit while you were out." You chirped happily, drawing her attention to you. You'd torn a good portion of your clothes into pieces to make a few rags to clean with, but you assumed you wouldn't be wearing any clothes soon enough given the tendencies of things around here, so you weren't upset at all. If anything, you were just streamlining the process. She didn't wear clothing, so neither would you, right? When in Rome and all that.

"I- yes, thank you, wife..." She spoke softly, a visible mix between confused and flustered, as her eyes tried to roam but routinely ended up at your chest. Your top was the first thing to go, and you didn't wear a bra today anyways, given that it was a little warm out for spring and you weren't expecting to be around anyone who cared. You didn't think your tits were all that great, especially for this town, but she seemed rather enamored. So much so that she jolted when the thing in her hands twitched, and she blushed as she held it out to you. "I-I got you food. Good nutrition, easy to find." She offered one of those multi-limbed creatures to you, and you took it gratefully. She stared as you bit into it, and her face darkened as you savored its taste. It was an odd texture, almost like that of crab meat, but it and the taste weren't unpleasant. You'd even dare say you enjoy them.

"Glad wife likes it. Thought landbound would dislike, never seen one eat egg-eater before. Will get wife more next time." Great Hawk chuckled as you licked your fingers clean, looking up at her through your lashes. You smiled and cast a glance out of the tower ledge, taking in the setting sun on the horizon, and grinned at her. "It's gonna be dark soon. Did you want to lay down with me?" You offered, motioning to the nest nearby. It didn't look comfortable, but she was a bird and you were no better than a dog. You'd live.

She seemed surprised by the suggestion and nodded with a soft smile, easily picking you up in her arms and carrying you to the nest. "If we could, I'd like to go through with a landbound custom." You spoke on the way, wrapping her arms around her neck and nuzzling into the downy feathers that so beautifully curved around her chest. You adored how the plumage avoided her breasts specifically—it made ogling easier. You continued only when you heard her curious hum. "On the first night of becoming wives, landbound couples mate. I want to make my new wife feel good." You purred lowly, unable to help yourself as your hand cupped one of her tits. It was nice and hefty in your palm, and you massaged it with as much care as you could muster. She made a little noise, feathers ruffling, as she gently set you down on the nest and crawled on top of you.

"Would gladly mate with wife." She cooed back at you as her hands began to wander, sharp talons ripping through the remaining clothes you had kept on. You moaned softly when she dipped her claws into your folds, clearly careful to not cut you open on the inside as she slipped them in to the knuckle. She was a large lady, so her fingers were rather large too. Just one finger made you feel a bit full, and two made you stretch around her teasing motions. Though, you couldn't help but encourage it. You were initially going to whine, but you happened a glance between her legs, and are now eagerly trying to get her to open you up some more.

It was impossible to initially see, given the sea of feathers she had from the waist-down, but apparently she had a cock. It was... big. Just like the rest of her. Though, at least it looked tapered and the head wasn't so blunt, unlike a human dick. It would probably have an easier time slipping in than a regular person's of the same size, but that almost made you worry more. Maybe there was a chance she'd just go straight into your womb? There's no way that was particularly pleasurable, though you can't find yourself unwilling to at least try it with such a weapon. She didn't seem in much of a rush, regardless. Great Hawk was busy twirling her tongue around your chest as her fingers curled, twisted, and spread in your depths.

A few moments later and you'd already given up on your previous reasonable thoughts. Who cares if you get split in two, you just need her already. Getting torn in half by such a cock would be an honor rather than a tragedy. You were never a patient person, and it showed with how you grinded your hips against her hand and whined loudly to her. "Please, fuck me already. I can't take any more teasing." You moaned out as you pressed against her, only whining more when she chuckled at you. Or rather, your impatience. "If wife wants me to, I will." She responded with a sweet whisper, climbing further over you and letting her impressive cock press against your desperately awaiting cunt. You moaned loudly when she slid it in, and you could tell you were right about how its shape would let it go a little too deep. Oh well. If she wanted to womb fuck you, you'd gladly let her.

She groaned herself as she smoothly glided her hips back and forth, grinding into you every time she bottom inside you. It was heaven, frankly speaking, and you had no regrets in giving your virginity to her. You had even less qualms with it when she sped up the pace, picking you up in her arms and holding you like a fleshlight as she fucked up into you. Maybe her being a harpy was a greater boon than you thought, with her furious thrusting into your dripping pussy and heavy pants fanning directly across your neck. The animalistic behavior made you feel wanted, claimed, and it fed a more lecherous part of you. Your cunt fluttered around her still-ravaging cock, just shy of straight-up squirting your natural lube all over her beautiful dick. She didn't even pause her motions, but she came soon after as well.

You could feel the heat of her cum deep inside you, though you don't think it was actually in your womb, before she pulled out and let it drip all over the messily entwined sticks beneath you. "We should do harpy mating ritual when you get your wings in. Wife will look so pretty in the sky with me." She set you down and curled around you, easily chasing the night's chill away with her embrace as she murmured soft words. Initially, you wanted to go at minimum another few rounds, but you figured she could use the rest. You could pick up where you left off in the morning. It's not like you were going anywhere anytime soon.

Weeks later, when your feathers and wings came in, like she had promised, you weren't immediately able to fulfill her wish of the harpy's customs. After all, flying while carrying a giant batch of eggs in your stomach was rather difficult, to say the least. Though, after you laid these, you could probably follow through with her customs and earn yourself a second helping. A new, bird-y, part of you didn't like the thought of staying empty for long.

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