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Ship art of my OC and her wife :D
SkyWing is my OC Carmine and the SandWing belongs to my friend @Phiebo_ on Instagram
New ref for my OC Dew :3
I’ve wanted to post on tumblr for a while soooo have a family ig
So I just made this art for one of my friends on yt, and I just kinda felt like showing it here cuz I haven't posted in a while :b
My Oc Norcane as a dragon! I was gonna draw my other Oc’s as dragons too, but this one was so difficult I might hold off for now.
Mad respect to anyone who draws dragons regularly!
Uaahhh idk what to keep posting here, so I present my darling horrible baby eating child; Undertow. She’s kinda vaguely a httyd oc and is all I’ve drawn for like the last year
So, I was held at gunpoint to watch the second Httyd movie and it is not that bad. I kinda like it. (I still do not like the arstyleeee)
so I decided to draw the dragons myself, plus I also made an oc!!!! His name is Zikmund, he is a dragon that got cursed by a witch into a human, and now he is using it to his advantage to steal more shinny trinkets, hahaha.
Recent work and illustrations
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Happy Pride 🏳️🌈
I've got some pride art piece to show you c: of my characters..
Experimental piece of Lui's golden form!
Lui and Lucius Icon :*
I hope you enjoy x)
Commissions open
Illustrated my characters Fred and Anna , which are Luis parents. Fred, the guy on the left is known as the Dark Dragon, which is the big reptile I put in the background behind the two.
Quite happy with how these two turned out. (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)
Commissions open , Links
Niche's Galactic Inferno appearance! I wanted to illustrate that for a while now. So here she is! Glow, stars and space.
Not too sure how to implement that into her character profile yet. Im not really interested in making a forms tab for her forms.. because none of these are her true-form. She just appears as "something". Hard to write and explain OCs who are literally..eh universe mothers lmao.
Valyrian Demigods of Westeros - Daughter of Vermax
Lady Laena Velaryon held Princess Rhaenyra's hand as she screamed, stuck in the birthing bed for the 5th time. Her brother, Ser Laenor, stood on the other side of his wife, wincing at the hold she had upon his arm but supportive and encouraging. Very few men chose to join their wives in the birthing rooms, declaring it against propriety but Laenor cared deeply for Rhaenyra and would not see her endure this pain alone.
With a final scream, the midwife was able to remove the babe, using a knife to cut the life chord from her body. Wailing, the woman happily announced, "A girl, your highness. Healthy and joyous to be here."
Rhaenyra laughed, as the babe's wails softened. "Clean my daughter first, then I shall hold her."
"Right away, your highness."
The midwife rushed towards the small bath that had already been prepared and began cleaning the babe of fluid and blood, gently cooing to soothe her.
"Do you have a name for her, dear sister?" Laena asked, taking a rag to gently wipe away the sweat upon her brow.
"We do. She shall be Princess Visenya, Second of Her Name." Laenor could not help the cheeky grin that appeared, quickly catching his twins attention.
"What did you do this time?"
Switching to High Valyrian, Laenor explained, "We contacted Doran Martell to talk of uniting Dorne and Westeros. We spent moons conversing through letters and creating a contract for Dorne that would allow them to keep the independence they so desire without being allowed to rise against us. Their are conditions, for both of us, and ours happens to be that our next daughter shall marry their 3 year old son, Prince Trystan Martell, when she comes of age."
"If she wishes to. I will not allow my daughter to be forced into a marriage she despises," Rhaenyra added, wincing and gasping as the afterbirth began.
Luckily, the afterbirth was quickly epxpelled and the healers were able to tend to her. Laenor was forced into the sitting room so they could see if Rhaenyra needed stitches or just the ointment. Visenya was quite small and had slipped out in the height of day after barely a few hours of pushing.
The ointment the used would help her heal and prevent infection, a common disease women caught after giving birth. A cold wetcloth was brought to Rhaenyra to help with the pain from her womb, much to her relief.
"I wish to see my Visenya. And my husband," She added as an afterthought, making Laena snort.
"So dear sister, tell me, did you invite Dorne here for your birth? I heard rumors that a delegation arrived late last night but I was far more worried about you to question it."
"They did come. We plan to announce the contract as well as the betrothal in a few days time. I offered to allow them the chance to meet Visenya first in a more familiar setting, so that Prince Trystan may meet his future wife."
Visenya was gently placed into Princess Rhaenyra's arms as Laenor was let back inside. He smiled down at the adorable babe in her arms, reaching out to run a finger over her little chubby cheek.
She had thick curly silver-white hair, inherited from her father with the same dark skin. Her eyes though were the most beautiful shades of green either of them had seen, stunning all three of them.
"Didn't your grandmother, Princess Alyssa have a green eye?" Laena asked, leaning closer to the babe who cooed.
"She did," Rhaenyra agreed, smiling down at Visenya who reached up to smack at Laenors hand. "Did you pick out an egg for her? Or are we allowing her to claim one as her siblings did?"
"I thought it would be best to give her an egg due to her betrothal to Prince Trystan Martell," Laenor admitted. "I picked one from Dreamfyre's latest clutch."
"Good."
The door opened and a maid stepped inside dipping into a shallow bow. Laena scowled at the disrespect.
"You are in the presence of the future Queen, the Crown Princess, the future King, the Prince, and a Lady of a Royal House, wife of a Prince. You will show us the respect we command," Laena snapped, blue-purple eyes sharp as seaglass. The maid flinched back and dipped into a far deeper curtsy.
"I-I have a message. From the Queen," The maid stated, voice trembling, though none could tell if it was from fear or fury.
"Queen Consort," Rhaenyra corrected. "Queen Consort Alicent is not a Targaryen and as such is not gifted the title of Queen as my mother was."
"What is the message?" Laenor asked, frowning.
"She wishes for the babe to be brought to her before the ceremony so she may greet them. The Queen Consort was upset that she has not been granted the priveledge of meeting her grandchildren before they were introduced to the Realm."
Rhaenyra, Laena, and Laenor had all gone still before the Red Keep shook beneath the fury Vhagar voiced, making the maid flinch.
"Laena," Rhaenyra stated, staring down the maid. She switched to High Valyrian. "Find my uncle and the delegation from Sunspear, bring them to the Queens Apartments. Let them see how the Future Queen is treated."
"Your uncle is with the King, Rhaenyra. Hopefully he will see the kind of woman his chosen consort is. Green as her dresses," Laenor stated, grinning sharply at the woman. "Our mother and father would be most upset to hear what their gooddaughter is going through as well."
"Yes, they will." In a swirl of skirts, Laena dissappeared.
"Get out," Laenor ordered. "We shall bring our child to the Queen Consort ourselves."
"I could take the babe, ser."
"If you lay a hand on my child, I will order them to be removed," Rhaenyra snarled. "Tell your Queen Consort that I will come myself for what kind of mother would I be if I passed my child onto another."
The maid gaped at the blatant insult but scurried away as Ser Harwin, who had entered when Lady Laena had left, reached for his blade. He left behind her, closing the door as the servents, maids, midwives, and healers stared at the door in shock.
"Your highness," A midwife, Laya, began, "It is too soon after the birth. You could hurt yourself from walking."
"The Queen Consort has ordered my presence. Dress me. Please." Her maids immediatley rushed forward, pulling on one of her silk hose and pulled her hair into a simple, messy braid that fell down her back. A soft robe was then pulled over her shoulders and Visenya was cradled back in their arms.
The clothes she had chosen were done on purpose. Alicent would expect a show of power but this would show the Lords and Ladies of how cruel the Queen Consort was, and bring more to her side.
They were interrupted when the egg that had been placed in the fire, cracked and began hatching. A beautiful creamy white hatchling crawled forth, stubby horns of pale gold glinting and black frills swaying as it moved. Laughing to herself, Rhaenyra allowed the hatchling to clamber up her robe and perch on her shoulder, giving it free range to look down at Visenya.
Rhaenyra murmured a quiet thank you to the Gods who had so far shown to be protective of their children with her. Laenor appeared behind her, gently supporting her.
"Shall we, dear wife?"
"We shall, dear husband."
Together they made their way through the halls, Ser Harwin and two healers behind them. They earned odd looks as the Crown Princess was dressed in night clothes, holding a babe, with a hatchling perched on her shoulders. Immediatley whispers spread, so Rhaenyra played into it.
Her voice trembled, "Why would she do this, Laenor? Is she not a mother herself? To order me to have my babe taken to her when she is freshly born? What have I done to the Queen to deserve this?"
She made no attempt to keep her voice low as Laenor soothed her, shaking his head. Around them Lords, Ladies, and servents alike shook their heads in disgust.
Upon arriving at the Queens Apartments, they were met by the Dornish Delegation, the King, Prince Daemon, Princess Rhaenys, and Lord Corlys all of whom looked angry.
Princess Elia looked furious, arms crossed over her chest as her husband, Prince Dorian loomed at her side. Ser Cole looked shocked, furious, and afriad all at once as the King ordered him to open the door.
Queen Consort Alicent turned towards the door as it opened, a poorly concealed smirk on her lips. "Princess–"
She cut herself off, paling as the King stared back at her, flanked by his family and a group of Dornish strangers at his back.
"Husband, what–"
"Did you order my daughter . . . to bring her newly born child . . . to you?"
"My king, I would nev–"
"Ask her maid, Father. The one who came into my rooms, blatantly disrepsected me, and told me the Queen commanded my child be brought to her," Rhaenyra interrupted, looking at the maid who paled dramatically.
"Well," Viserys snarled, looking every bit the dragon he had once been. "Did you? As your King, if you do not tell me the truth, I will have you imprisoned!"
"It's the truth! Queen Alicent sent me to the Crown Princess' rooms to bring her the babe!" The maid nearly sobbed. Alicent looked horrified as the hatchling perched on Rhaenyra's shoulder shrieked in victory.
As Princess Rhaenys and Princess Elia tore into the Queen Consort, absolutely furious that she would abuse her power in such a way towards a member of the royal family.
Noting that it was taken care of, Princess Rhaenyra was taken back to her chambers to rest before the feast that night.
At the feast, Princess Rhaenyra and her husband stood before the masses with the Martells to the right and the King to their left, using a cane to keep his balance.
"Lords and Ladies of the Realm. You have been invited here today to be informed of not one but two miracles," Laenor announced.
"The first is our daughter. Introducing, Princess Visenya Velaryon, Second of Her Name," Rhaenyra called, lifting the babe higher as the crowd cheered. "Whose egg cracked and hatched barely two hours after her birth!"
The dragon on her shoulder shrieked, rearing up to flap its wings.
Lifting his hand, the King called for silence. "When my ancestors came to Westeros, they tried to force Dorne to bend the knee but they fought back. Each King after has tried to do the same, demanding Dorne bow to their true King. But none succeeded. No King was able to bring Dorne into the fold. But the future Queen did.
"A contract has been drawn up for Dorne to be formally added into the Seven Kingdoms as long as a Targaryen Queen or King sits the Iron Throne. As per the treaty, Princess Visenya Targaryen and Prince Trystan Martell shall be betrothed and married upon her six-and-tenth nameday!"
Cheers made the hall itself tremble as the true Heir's supporters made themselves known. Lady Jeyne could be seen holding Princess Alyssa with Prince Jacaerys at her side while Lord Corlys held his heir – as the titles had been relinquished from Ser Laenor. Prince Maegor was in Prince Daemons arms alongside his cousin, Princess Baela as her mother carried her twin sister, Princess Rhaena.
Prince Aegon's supporters, who had grown weaker over the years, gave false cheers, seeking out the Queen who wore black and red upon the order of her husband. Much to Crown Princess Rhaenyra's delight the woman looked pale and washed out in the regal colors of the Royal House. It was a stark reminder that Queen Consort Alicent Hightower was no true Queen for even Aemma Arryn, who was oft bedridden, had looked absolutely stunning in black and red, her maternal house colors.
The strength of the Blacks grew and grew, furthered by the birth of Crown Princess Rhaenyra's fifth child, and second daughter.
Princess Visenya Targaryen, Second of Her Name, Future Princess of Dorne, Future Princess of Sunspear, the Traveler, the Diplomat, the Intelligent, the Learned, had been born.
Khalysi Velaryon, daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon, younger daughter of Jacaerys and Lucerys Velaryon, 'The Realms Delight', 'Driftmarks Pearl', and cruelly, 'The Dragonless,' was chained to the masts of the pirates ship, thin nightclothes doing nothing to protect her from the icy breeze. Tears stained her face, as she wept, begging the clouded sky to let her family find her.
A part of her wanted to fight, to be like Visenya, but at 10 namedays she had no chance against the older pirates that made up the crew. A strange sound had Khalysi looking up and looking around.
When she looked behind her she found a dragon, bigger than Syrax but smaller than Meleys, perched on the deck, staring at her.
Grey Ghost.
He had cloudy grey scales with a beautiful pearly undertone. His back had armor plates instead of spikes that were a blue-green like the sea when you you looking down. Grey eyes set in a narrow face watched her closely as his long neck swayed slightly. Branching silver horns, arced gracefully catching the little bit of moonlight that shone through the clouds.
Khalysi felt something in her chest urging her closer, so she crawled, legs too weak from the days at sea with little food and water, slowly making her way closer to the beautiful dragon. Once she was close enough, he lowered his head, breathing out a cloud of hot air that warmed her skin.
Every so slowly, she raised a hand and pressed it to the warm scales of his nose. He jerked away but let her hand touch him, and he settled, eyes closing as the bond she'd heard so much about clicked into place.
Grey Ghost climbed further onto the deck, wrapping himself around her and protecting from the icy winds. As he did she remembered the reports.
Ships had been found with no one aboard and no evidence of them being attacked. Sometimes there was blood but very little else. Rhaenyra had suggested it was Grey Ghost but Corlys and Daemon had refuted that, saying the eludice dragon was to shy.
But Khalysi felt it, felt Grey Ghosts bloodlust, his anger towards pirates specifically.
"Grey Ghost. Return. And kill them all."
The dragon snorted in agreement and gently pulled away. In a soundless beat of his wings, he rose disappearing quickly.
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A thick fog, that made the pirate crew nervous, had set in around noon when the sun was high in the sky. But the fog made it seem closer to night, as if the sun had decided to disappear early. Khalysi pressed herself against the mast, waiting. It did not take long.
In less than two hours Grey Ghost had killed them all, and freed Khalysi. She prepared to have him return her hom but something made her pause.
What did she truly have back home? Her brothers would have their kingdoms and keeps, and she would be married off to the highest bidder to have babies.
No, she'd be a Queen of her own making.
A Pirate Queen.
She stole gold, and thick clothes before climbing onto Grey Ghosts back. She remembered an old fairytale that spoke of an island near Old Valyria that had narrowly escaped the Doom. Hopefully it existed.
When she told Grey Ghost he seemed to know what she spoke of and quickly set them on their way.
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The journey was long and tiring, but peaceful.
Once on the large island, Khalysi rested in a cave of Grey Ghosts choice, hidden from the other creatures of the island. Until she heard the call.
The same call that had urged her to go to Grey Ghost called to her now. And so she followed it.
Deep into the mountain that took up a large chunck of the island rested a dragon. Larger than Vhagar was. But more . . . youthful.
She did not have the flap on her neck, nor the exhaustion that Khalysi had seen on Aemonds newly claimed dragon. Her scales were not dull, in fact, they the opposite.
The scales of her body were all shades of blue, woth the frills along her spine being a paler blue while her belly was dark blue, the same blue that the ocean was at night. Her wings were a beautiful pearly grey with pale green and blue streaks. The spikes along her chest, jaw, and her horns were a beautiful bronze with orange-red streaks, while her tail fins were a solid bronze.
Khalysi was reminded of Daerons hatchling, that she'd never learned the name of, and decided that this dragon was far more beautiful.
Slowly the she-dragon lifter her head, allowing golden eyes to meet murky purple. Khalysi gasped when the dragon gently nudged her and another bond clicked into place. At her back, she could feel the warm presence of Grey Ghost who made not a sound as he watched the older dragon.
"Tessarion," Khalysi decided, smiling at the huff and feeling of amusement from her.
And so her legacy began.
Khalysi Velaryon, Firstborn Daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon, younger sister of Jacaerys and Lucerys Velaryon.
'The Realms Delight.'
'Driftmarks Pearl.'
'Pirate Queen.'
'Queen of the Sea.'
'Daughter of the Drowned God.'
'Daughter of the Stranger.'
'The Drowned Goddesses Rider.'
'Rider of the Grey Ghost.'
Volker, This chronic smoker stole the attention of my friends kkkkk
So you know I created a mixture of a Storm Cutter and a Night Fury, but I haven't thought of a name for this cross breed, so pick a name (p.s. not a name for the dragon. We have a name for the dragon. We need the name of the breed)
Me personally I like Stormfury
She's got a cheeky smile on
(yet another SoleiWing lol)
Another SoleiWing - art trade
Smile for the camera :)
They're friendly :)
❄️ • OC Reference
Azrael turns one in five days, everyone say happy birthday
Birthday art 🎈
Another year older
These are just little drawings I did of me and my bf's OCs
my OC is Bex the Opossum, an energetic little shit who you can't help but love
his OC (who originally started out as just his VRchat avatar) is Rixon IV, a dragon girl who has a relatively more reserved personality
they're dating
ofc
Aloha, I have something small to share this time around.
Okay, so this is an art project of mine that my digital graphic design class was tasked with making a Spring poster for our art club spring festival fundraiser that we'll be hosting in April. I think I can continue to add and change things, but this is what I have so far.
I decided to use my Spring Drake: Striped Ring. Probably going to change his name one day. But he's a spring themed Drake or wingless dragon.
Also have this small doodle of my dragon girl Toxin. Hopefully I can add more to her like the rest of her body.
If anyone has any questions, please don't hesitate to ask as I'd love to respond and answer anything that you might have.
Art Dump Pal's.
I got a new phone the other day, now I got a working everything from a phone. Man I couldn't do anything with my old one.
Hope you enjoy.
