A Redesign Of The Dragon For My Nine Realms Self-insert And Uhh Yeah

Well awated intro post!!

(This post is kinda long so for your sake I'm putting a read more thingy)

♡ Disclaimers??

☆autistic

☆minor

☆agere

☆anxiety disorder thingamajig

☆regular dni criteria racists, transphobes, homophobes and MEAN people

☆He/him

♡ Interests

☆House Md

☆Saw

☆Twd show & comics

☆Catss

☆Young sheldon

☆Supernatural

☆The boys

☆Touhou

♡ Fav characters

☆Dr wilson

☆Adam stanheight

☆Eric mathews

☆Carl grimes

☆Marisa kirisame

☆Remilia scarlet

☆Castiel

♡ Random stuff

☆I am single!! 🥲

☆I draw I just don't post that much

☆I also write

☆ trans n bi

That's it baiii

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New fanfic!!!

5 times Daryl should have known you were little and the time he found out.

Chapter 1 - Can’t sleep

In the apocalypse, most of the littles have died, but you've managed to survive by repressing your littlespace and convincing your group that you were a neutral. Although, there were times you could hardly keep your headspace at bay. What happens when you catch the eye of a certain rough-voiced caregiver?

Sophia had been missing for three days, and the tension on the farmstead had become palpable. Arguments had broken out, petty fights motivated by the heat, the fear, and the uncertainty of the apocalyptic summer. You could hardly stand all the yelling and the endless feeling that something was wrong. All of it just made you desperately wish you could cuddle up to one of the resident caregivers, let your headspace take over, and be lulled away from all of it.

But in this new world, you had to adapt to survive and being little was not an option, no matter how much your body craved it. You knew you had to regress at some point, you were just hoping you could fight it off until you found a surpressant or something to keep your regression in check.

inhale, exhale you reminded yourself. It would all be okay once this problem was solved. Your newfound family had a safe place to stay with the Greenes, and you were slowly making friends with the more difficult group members. Namely, Daryl.

You knew there was a sweet guy under all that gruffness and redneckism, and you watched him protect Carol and tirelessly search for that little girl, and you hoped he would warm up to you. Whenever you were around him, you little side betrayed you as your headspace crept up on you. You knew Daryl was a caregiver, but if anyone found out your status, especially him, you didn't think you'd ever live down the embarassment. You were the only little since Amy had died, and you were determined to not let it become a burden. So, as far as anyone knew, you were neutral.

Night fell on yet another unsucessful hunt for Sophia, and as everyone crawled to their sleeping places in Hershel's living room, Daryl was unnacounted for. This worried you, and you had an incredible urge to make sure he was okay, to ensure his safety (and yours) by having him crawl into your sleeping bag beside you and falling asleep wrapped in his arms.

Okay, maybe that last part was more controlled by your littlespace than you'd like to admit. Still, his absence worried you.

"Where's Daryl?" You asked to no one in particular.

"Don't worry too much about him," Rick muttered softly. "He can take care of himself in the woods at night."

You were unsatisfied with his answer, but there was nothing you could do to change it. So, you laid down in an attempt to fall asleep and forget about it.

Your efforts were unsucessful, however, and you ended up tossing and turning for hours on the hardwood floor. Moonlight moved through the small household, and as the night wore on Daryl was still nowhere to be found.

Finally you gave up, choosing instead to sit by the doorway and wait for him. You could feel yourself slipping, and for once you were too tired to fight it. The combination of exhaustion and anxiety took out all your will to fight. Your thumb found its way into your mouth as you waited, anxiously gnawing at your nail.

Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, Daryl made his way into the living room, crossbow strung over his back and a defeated look on his face. When he saw you staring at him from the floor, he stopped in his tracks.

"Waddya doin down there?" He asked softly. "Doncha' got a sleepin' bag or somethin'?"

You quickly yanked your thumb out of your mouth and stood up slowly, joints protesting the movement after hours of sitting on the floor.

"Couldn't sleep," you whispered, looking anywhere but his eyes.

"Ya don't gotta wait for me or nothin," He crossed his arms and looked at you quizzically. When you didn't respond, he sighed and put a comforting hand on your shoulder. "'Salright man, I'm here now."

You both walked back to your sleeping spots, Daryl keeping an eye on you until he was sure you were asleep. Something about that interaction felt odd to him; soft. He vowed to himself to keep an eye on you, just in case.

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Cuddling with cg!daryl during a storm...

You were little, kneeling on the bed to look out of the window. The wind howled, blowing around objects in the Alexandrian streets, thunder roared, and lightning flashed, lighting up your surroundings. Daryl was laying beside you, an arm tucked under his head. He looked up at you with soft eyes as you watched the storm with the childike wonder that he always admired. He saw how you looked in fascination as you watched the zig-zag like lines of lightning strike, and how after, you would sort of prepare yourself for the possible loud roar of thunder. Soon, your knees became sore, so you lay back down beside Daryl, tucking yourself in his large arms. His cuddles and hugs were so comforting, it felt like a huge weighted blanket full of love and care was wrapped around you. Daryl rolled over slightly to be able to grab your pacifier from the beside table, and he popped it in your mouth, which you suckled happily. You closed your eyes and burrowed further into his warm embrace, one of his hands coming up to stroke your cheek, then your head. He looked down at you as if you were the most precious thing to him, which you were. You were like a delicate little flower which he would never dare to harm. He would never harm you, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he did. You lay there in your caregivers arms, your eyes slowly fluttering shut, body relaxing.. the last thing you remember is a soft kiss being placed on your forehead.

I want this thing to be real !1!!!1!!

I don't dabble much in Tidal class dragon species despite the endless potential of the sea, so here's the Icebasher! Based on ice breakers on ships, these dragons of the northern seas sometimes migrate towards warmer waters for mating season. Their horn allows them to cut through ice sheets as a way to mark territory and prepare hunting grounds.

spreading my oc propaganda muahahaha

if he were real hed become a prominent side protagonist sometime in race to the eiffel tower or somethint i unno

self indulgent art down below. beware

NOT k¡nk.

A few years ago i lost my childhood stuffed animal and I still havent found him and he probably feels abandoned and i miss him alot ｡ﾟ(｡ﾉωヽ｡)ﾟ｡

"The Vampiric Bloodletter"

"Out of all the dragons I've seen and studied, along with the one's I've only heard of in passing conversation, the Bloodletter wasn't one I thought truly existed. Tales of a bright red dragon with ten eyes that drank blood...? Seemed too much like an old story to scare children but it seems this nesting year at the colony has proven me wrong.

I noticed the new egg amongst a clutch of Monstrous Nightmare eggs, an odd oblong shape with a dark red shell amongst the pale orange-pink eggs certainly stood out. Moving the egg wasn't an option so I left it. Come hatching day I kept a close eye on the nest, only to find an entirely unique dragon to hatch with the Monstrous' brood. At first I figured it was a case of hybridism but that theory was dropped quickly, after all just one hybrid offspring in a nest of six didn't make sense. Not to mention the tiny-tooth's features, ten eyes that all were a dark black, unique extra digits that I assume are opposable to a degree and a notable blade on the end of it's tail.

So I can conclude that the Bloodletter is in fact a living and breathing dragon species, a colony or nest parasite from what I can tell but also it's behavior is still unique. From what I have observed the nestling has been acting like a Monstrous Nightmare, mimicking their vocal calls and behaviors which is fascinating. For now I see no need to try and relocate the dragon, nor do I think it's surrogate mother would allow me and I personally would like to keep my good record with her.

This will at least give me time to study it and hopefully pull together some proper information, since I fear the number of these dragons may only be in single digits... I've also noted while looking through some other old local legends that the Bloodletter shares some shocking resemblance to the few descriptions of the Lycanwing... I can't help but wonder if they're connected somehow, but that's research for another time." - Excerpt from "The Nature of Dragons", an extensive series of books and journals by a man named Salamander.

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Class: Mystery

Size: 6 to 7 feet tall, with a wingspan of 10-11 feet at Broadwing stage - Titanwings are roughly 12 to 14 feet tall with a 20-22 foot wingspan.

Preferred Food: Dragon blood or incredibly fresh meat along with specifically certain organs of most creatures.

Status: Critical - Maybe only a handful of individuals exist on the surface world, that or they are just really good at staying away from people.

The Vampiric Bloodletter is noted for it's vibrant colors and unique features that assist with defending itself and securing it's specialized diet, due to the low amount of sightings and encounters little is truly known about them by humans. They are parasites in truth, spending a lot of time in flocks or colonies with other species so they can feed easily and also mimicking the dragons around them in terms of mannerisms for survival.

Their numerous eyes negates any blindspot they would normally have, along with this a forked tongue and heat sensing pits along their upper lips makes for the perfect tracking equipment. They have opposable digits on all their limbs that are topped with claws that are much like switchblades, used for further opening the bites they leave on other dragons or for defense - same to be said about the blade on their tail.

It's vibrant coloration is a classic animal warning system of "I'm toxic, stay away!". Seeing as they possess a highly potent venom which actually changes throughout their lives.

Tiny-Tooth to Shortwing: They can use this venom as a projectile to blind much like spitting cobras and generally deter threats to them. It's noted that it also stings if it makes contact with human skin. It has mild anticoagulant properties when administered via a bite along with slight numbing, think vampire bats.

Broadwing: The venom glands develop fully, producing a highly anticoagulant hemotoxin that causes numbing and disorientation even causing dragons to become incredibly drowsy. In humans it causes severe hallucinations, supposedly making one think that they're turning into a dragon.

Titanwing: Not much changes aside from more potency and the ability to even render some dragons unconscious for a certain amount of time after being bitten. Though at this stage they can afflict humans with something much worse, it's unknown how exactly it works but if a human is bitten by a Titanwing Bloodletter there is a chance they will be afflicted with the curse that is becoming a Lycanwing - if they survive the initial bite and the first shift that is...

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WOO! Done at last!!

The Vampiric Bloodletter is one of my very few fanmade httyd species and I love how they came out!! Also if you couldn't tell these guys are my explanation for the Lycanwing legend, basically these guys are the ones that turn people to Lycanwings and somewhat go off of the description of the one in the story told by Gobber in RTTE. I have some more notes on them so uh if anyone has questions I will gladly elaborate on my fellas!

Also I will say: Anyone is free to make one of these fellas just please credit me! The lineart of the image is under the cut and can be used as a base.

Ived recently Benchwatch all of race to the Edge, which in turn gave me the motive to redraw some old httyd design is did back then!

Been a hot minute hasn't it! College kicking my ass at the moment, I offer some older concept sketches, got a few to post from back when I watched Way of the Water

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