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can-of-slorgs · 9 days
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caw 🦅
#neopets#neotag#neoart#eyrie#mutant#vin doods#I can't beat the allegations that i doodle dnd creatures on a daily with this one huh#god i love mutants eyries so much i'm sorry i gavehim more draconic features but uGH;#what great colours lmao#I also gave inverted knees to the hooves cause i aint doing whatever neos doing#can you tell i have a thing for dnd and dragons in general im so sorry JAKLSDF#also in topic i've been so wanting to make a neo player's manual for so stupidly long its insane#might actually do it at one point#i had species and proficiencies and everything at one point i think its all gone lol#also for a fact that i'd be a me-thing for the most part#like i'd be the only one wanting it or playing according to it#my other friends none like neopets so yeah#god do i want to dm a neopian adventure i have tons planned lmao#but oh well#i'm super greatful for all positive commenta ad every like and reblog you guys ave given meeeee#i sound like a broken record but i swear i try to not leave this blog for long but i always read your tags and crack up to them sajhas#i know i've left a couple of you on read that actually wanted to know about my characters BUT IM SO SORRYYYY#my master's taking so long and everytime there's something new and have to rewrite and replan everthing everyday i hate it here#but i will do it#i know i will#both the lore writting and my thesis HASJKHASJS#anyways if you're still reading dont be afraid to shoot up a couple of messages! It might make this blog less dead
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hypn0tw1st · 1 year
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I think the dragon adventures world on roblox should have an alien world. I want to see silly bubbly alien dragons.
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celestial-ascension · 6 months
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Quick Info 
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Hello and welcome to my interaction blog! This is primarily featuring my book series that I will be making that I plan on getting published and turning into an animation series in the future!
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Yes, I mostly intend for this blog to be fun and interactive, I do want to explore some topics that are darker than usual so, please keep these in mind!
Body horror, scars, descriptions of panic attacks/meltdowns, use of caps, blood, violence, mild to moderate to severe body horror, war (via my character's flashbacks and experiences and possible plot points), possible self-harm, suicidal thoughts, implied gore, implied death, implied cannibalism, these next few will have a warning just in case, on-screen gore, on-screen death, on-screen cannibalism.
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Greetings! You guys may call me Celestine, Draconian, or Celestial Queen! I prefer not to disclose my real name for safety reasons so please call me by one of the other names. I use she/her, and I'm 29. I have been working on this series since May of this year and it has evolved and grown so I made this blog to enable users to find joy in my series like I did and to offer a safe space for people who would like to talk and interact without fear of bullying and judgment.
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hexbladescurse · 11 months
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the renaissance fair is great a drink stand cashier called me a witcher (i didn’t hear them) (my friend had to tell me afterward)
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zeydaan-isabella · 7 months
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Karth stares into the Multiverse
Commission for Jonjeff2014 Karth relying on old text of Fae Magic to connect to the wider multiverse. Though, as it turns out, Isabella on schism earth is somewhat connected to him. When Isabella draws off energy from them across the dimensional folds- she's able to assume his form. But it appears in invoking that magic himself- the connection can go both ways. Karth jolted with a surge of unfiltered interdimensional energies not only jettisoned them to a variant of schism earth, but changing their very being into that of Isabella Jem. Wings seemingly made of light form behind them, channelling even more energy into them. Their body wracked with pain as it's changed down to the very atom into her body- without the appropriate training, even their mind effected too- now unsure how she ended up in her own living room wearing her usual adventuring gear.
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siderealsandman · 7 months
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dndsettingsinfo · 6 months
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The Ascendant Cascade Adventure (continued) by Loot Tavern
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draconicocelot · 2 years
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What Matters Most
This is the first time I've written fic in like... over 3 months so, it's very rusty and has a lot of errors but at least it exists lmao Summary: I wasn't satisfied with the ending of Cassandra's Revenge and the fact that Varian's reunion with Rapunzel wasn't shown so, ta-da skdjfs (also incredibly salty that Rapunzel got to say “I love you” to Cass and not Varian so I’m fixing that by having her say that to him all the time 😌) Basically just a lot of freckle sibling hurt/comfort
Falling. 
What a terrifying feeling, one of complete helplessness, yet an eerie sense of freedom. There was nothing that could be done, and Varian knew that as soon as he felt his feet leave the comforting presence of the ground. 
Rapunzel’s frustration and protectiveness shone as beams of light and mystical waves, the collision with the moonstone adding an element of chilling fury, sending a powerful ripple of energy that was much too forceful for even her allies to withstand. Eugene was barely able to hang on, but he managed to find a patch of black rocks to grab onto, wrapping his arms around them as tight as possible before glancing up to assess the situation. He knew Varian was still there, that the waves were able to destroy the rock formations that kept him in a cage, but that meant he was now open to the elements of the blast. “Eugene!” he heard a cry from behind Rapunzel, who was too lost in her entranced state to notice the destruction she was causing. Her hair was glowing as bright as the sun itself, making it hard for Eugene to make out anything beyond what was a few inches in front of him.
“Varian!” he called out in return, frantically searching through the light with squinted eyes, unable to shield them for both hands were keeping him steady.  
Due to the slick surface of the tower they stood on, there was no way to keep traction. Varian desperately pawed at the ground, feeling himself getting shoved closer and closer to the edge until he was finally thrown off, his gloved hands grasping at the edge of the tower, searching for a ledge formed in the rocks. Though this was to no avail, the rock was as smooth as a marble slab, giving him nothing to hold onto. 
Varian tightened his muscles so tensely he thought they would burst, his throat burning as his initial response was to scream as loud as he could. The terror kept him from thinking of much, but there were a few parts of his life that flashed through his mind. He thought about his father, about how his life was so simple before the presence of these damned black rocks. That there were so many actions he wanted to withdraw, decisions he made that he wished he hadn’t, but it didn’t matter now. Nothing would matter in mere seconds. Then he finally felt an impact, landing against something much softer than he expected. It wasn’t until the feeling of weightlessness finally subsided that he opened his eyes, shocked that he could even still do so. Once he finally looked up to see who was now carrying him, who had caught him from the fatal fall, he was more than relieved to see a friendly face. 
“Lance…?” he muttered, barely able to find his voice after he had never expected to need it again. Lance smiled in return, arms tightening around his small quivering form before Varian threw his arms around his shoulders.
“Varian! See? Here he is, and I led us right to him!” The girls were not impressed, Kiera rolling her eyes sarcastically out of frustration that she was not able to join in on the fight. Though they weren’t in the clear yet; the tower’s structural integrity was barely holding on, the foundation shaking as black rock debris fell all around them. Since the moonstone was now cracked, its power had been compromised, leading to the falter in Cassandra’s once perfectly designed stronghold. “Alright everybody, time to go,” Lance insisted, not even skipping a beat as he placed Varian atop Maximus’ saddle. Varian, who was still shaken up from the whole night, tightly held Maximus’ reins in his gloved hands, squeezing his legs together and leaning forward. He knew Maximus wasn’t renowned for being a slow horse. 
Just as they rode back in the tower, Lance scooped up both girls, one under each arm and followed behind the mighty steed. He could hear their groans of protest, but the defensive guardian wasn’t budging. The whole escape was a blur to Varian, his head spinning and thoughts running through his head a mile a second. Before he knew it, Maximus came to a full stop, hearing what sounded like hooves hitting softer soil as opposed to the loud clopping against the rocks forming the ground. 
“You girls okay? You alright, Varian?” Lance’s voice could be heard before Varian finally opened his eyes, his muscles finally easing at the sight of being outside again. Back on solid ground. 
“Y-Yeah… just fine…” He muttered, letting go of the now-gentle stallion’s reins. Maximus extended his front leg forward, leaning down enough for Varian to be able to slide off of his saddle with ease. The shaken alchemist gave the horse a grateful pet on the muzzle in return, receiving a brief snort and a bump against his hand. 
Just as Lance finished checking on Kiera and Catalina, he turned to see the others finally making their way out of the unstable tower, emerging from the stone archway before it crumbled in on itself. It was as if the black rocks themselves sensed Cassandra’s wounded pride, protecting her from further defeat by banning any other visitors. 
“You made it! Thank goodness, thought I was gonna have to go back in there and drag you out myself,” Lance teased, pulling his best friend into a firm hug. Eugene chuckled at the sentiment, smiling with relief as he saw that both of the young ones were safe from harm. 
Varian stood next to Maximus, nervously fiddling with the sliding buckle on his goggles as he stared at the ground. He knew Cassandra wouldn’t have gotten that scroll if it wasn’t for his mistake, just another mistake to add to the list, he thought. Just as he looked back up, Rapunzel had turned her head and they made eye contact. 
The concerned princess then turned her whole body towards him, hesitating only for a moment before she started walking towards him. 
“Rapunzel… I… I am so, so sorry… I know I shouldn’t have given her that incantation, b-but she used my truth serum against me… she, she made me give it to her, I-” Varian tried explaining the situation, his voice quiet and broken, quivering after every other word. Before he could even finish, Rapunzel wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close to her. Her cheek pressed up against his, her right hand holding him tight while the other gently rubbed his upper back.
“Oh Varian, I’m so relieved that you’re okay!” she sounded as if she was on the verge of tears, Pascal letting out a joyful squeak in his own expression of ease. Varian stood still for a moment, jolting as soon as she grabbed him, but once he realized what she was doing he felt an overwhelming release of the adrenaline from the night. A flood of fear from the fall, anger and confusion in Cassandra’s betrayal, the pain she inflicted on him and the rest of the kingdom. His eyes began to pool with tears, sniffling as he leaned into Rapunzel’s embrace. His hands came up and tangled in her hair, arms trembling slightly as he threw them around her. 
“I… I thought you would be mad,” Varian mumbled, feeling embarrassed that he made such a big fuss about it in the first place. 
With a kind and gentle voice, Rapunzel responded, “Of course I’m not mad. Your safety is what matters most, not some scroll or incantation. I love you, Varian, never forget that,” Varian’s narrowed eyes shot open at that statement, soaking up her words as he allowed the tears to flow down his cheeks. He hadn’t heard such a phrase in a long time, not since his father was finally freed from the amber. Even then, his father was quicker to admit that he was proud of him.
“I love you too, Rapunzel,” he responded, speaking against her shoulder with a smile on his face. 
Once they pulled away, Varian attempted to clear the tears from his eyes with the back of his glove as Rapunzel put her hands on his shoulders and looked him over. “Did she hurt you?” she asked in a calm yet concerned tone. 
“Well…” he considered for a moment. He didn’t want to feel like more of a burden than he already believed he was, but he trusted Rapunzel, and he knew she would always be there for him. After lifting his vest and button-up shirt slightly, he gestured to his torso. “I got hit with one of the rocks, it was a dull one, but…” 
Rapunzel bent over slightly, observing the large brown and purple bruises spread in patches across his chest. She covered her mouth with one hand, a show of horror as she wondered how Cassandra had gotten so low. How could she hurt someone so badly who once was her friend? Though, with how hard Cassandra had fought against her, no regard for her well-being or even her survival, she supposed that was just how far Cassandra was willing to go to get what she desired.
Getting back to what was important in the moment, she turned and saw the others starting to head their way.  
“Come on, we need to get you back to Corona so you can get some rest. We’d better check on those bruises as well,” as she usually did when Varian was in a state of worry or distress, she reached down and took his hand in hers. Varian smiled sheepishly, knowing he should be embarrassed to have someone so overprotective of him. However, as someone who never really had much of a family other than his father, he had to admit he felt more comforted than he had in a long time. 
Of course once Eugene came over he had to give the young alchemist a hug of his own, making sure he was alright after the plummet from the tower before ruffling his hair and making sure everyone was ready to return home. Varian was given the seat on Maximus’ saddle, allowing him to rest on the ride home. Though one condition remained throughout the whole trip home; Rapunzel never let go of Varian’s hand, and he was just fine with that.
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strymes49 · 1 year
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TOTALLY FORGOT TO POST THIS YESTERDAY SORRY Only 3 pages this week, BUT, there's some really cool exposition coming up soon! This time we just have the current party chillin' out at a campfire :3 Free Fall Website: https://strymes49.wixsite.com/freefall/copy-of-pilot-episode Tapas: https://tapas.io/episode/2777930
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iamthescalesofjustice · 9 months
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the psychosexual tension between an evil wizard who created the dungeon to lure adventurers so he could siphon the souls of those who die in its labyrinthine depths for his ultimate summoning and binding of an ancient evil but got too impatient and greedy (much like the many doomed adventurers) and  made the dungeon more difficult to try to get the last few dozen souls already bc its been over 20 years and hes so close to the finish line but now people are avoiding the dungeon bc its risk has grown past the rewards it promises and the last reckless fool still actively venturing into the dungeon, who the necromancer does not know has through sheer luck managed to get themself recognized by the dungeons magics as being the waizard’s familiar and thus they have learned to access the secret tunnels he uses to more easily traverse the dungeon, and they have been plumbing the mysteries left behind in his laboratories, paging through his own journals, the wizards own story more interesting to them now than mere gold or enchanted trinkets. 
#anyway by the time he realizes they are living in his walls and eating food out of his pantry he has already gotten so frustrated with#their looney tunes-esque ability to survive whatever he twists the dungeon into throwing at them that he (to his perception) goes ahead and#completely blows his cover to directly confront them and when they get through his boss rush of high-tier draconic minions hes like#yeah fuck this and uses his own soul as the last to finish the summoning (arrogantly assuming he will be able to control the ancient evil#from within) and then the final battle between the adventurer and the evil keeps having its dramatic tension interrupted by the#souls within it roiling in conflict with each other bc theyre all trying to beat the shit out of the evil wizard at once and its really#distracting for the ancient evil and finally the evil goes 'alright fuck this it feels like actually ive got 1001 souls so i can kick this#one out and then finish it but actually thats the glitchy fake familiar bond again telling it it already has the adventurers soul which it#doesnt so it starts collapsing without the full measure of a thousand souls and the wizard is desperately trying to fight alongside the#adventurer but is just like. really bad at it this is not his wheelhouse thats why he has a dungeon to kill people for him so his#contributions to the whole thing are in the end minimal. almost ended the world and didnt sheerly bc he got ahead of himself and fell on#metaphorical face with the self-sacrifice not working out.
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goldicthehedgefox · 1 year
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also hello dragon ball community, I've only played Dragon Ball Legends for about 2 months and I'm having a blast
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aenramsden · 11 days
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The following is not my idea; it was the original brainchild of a friend of mine named Omicron, with help from various others including EarthScorpion, TenfoldShields, @havocfett and ShintheNinja:
So, you know what I want to do one day? Run (or play in) a D&D campaign in which the Big Bad Super Dragon that is fuckoff ancient and unfathomably powerful and whose actions have shaped history and bent the course of nations and had repercussions on the whole culture and society in the region where it's set; the Bonus Special Boss for some endgame optional quest after you defeat the direct BBEG and win the campaign...
... is a white dragon.
To explain this for people not deep into 5e monster lore; D&D dragons are sapient beings, and known for their instincts and tendencies, and whenever you meet an big evil dragon that's really old it's usually this ancient creature of terrible intellect Smaug-ing it up all over the place.
Except white dragons are fucking stupid. Like, they're still capable of speech and thought! They're just… feral, hungry morons. And you almost never see them portrayed as ancient wyrms for that reason; they lack majesty. Critical Role did it, yes, but even then, Vorugal is explicitly the most bestial member of the Chroma Conclave, and the others are the more intelligent planners and long-term threats. An ancient white as a nation-defining endboss, though; not a thug for a smarter master but as the strongest and biggest threat around is just not the sort of thing you tend to see.
Adventurers: "Oh wise Therunax the Munificent, gold dragon of Law and Good, what can you tell us adventurers of the evil dragons which rule this land?" Therunax the Munificent, 500-year old Gold Dragon: "Good adventurers, know this: this land is torn apart by the evil of Tiamat's spawn. The eastern marches are the dwelling of Furinar the Plague-Bringer, black dragoness whose hoard is a thousand sicknesses contained in the body of her tributes. The southern volcanic mountains are the roosting of Angrar the Wrathful, the fiery red dragon, who brings magmatic fury on all who do not worship him. And the northern peaks are home to Face-Biter Mike, the oldest and most powerful of all, of whom I dread to speak." Adventurers: "F-Face-Biter Mike???" Therunax: "Oh yes, verily indeed; two thousand years has Mike lived, and his eyes have seen the rise and fall of five empires, and a hundred and score champions have sought to slay him; and each and every one he bit their fucking face off."
Like... I want to see a campaign where Face-Biter Mike is genuinely the most powerful dragon in the region, if not the entire world. Where sometimes he descends on a city to grab himself some meatsicles and causes a localised ice age by the beat of his vast wings and the frigid wastes of his mighty breath and by the chill his mere presence brings to everything for miles around him, and everyone just has to deal with that for the next decade. An entire era of civilization comes to an end, an empire falls, tens of thousands starve in the winter, all because Mike wanted a snack. Where his hoard is an unfathomably vast mass of jewels and artefacts and precious stones frozen in an unmelting glacier, except he is a nouveau riche idiot with fuckall appraising skill, so half of his hoard is coloured glass or worthless knicknacks, and he doesn't give a shit.
"Your Draconic Majesty, this crown is… It's pyrite." "Yeah, well, it's brighter than this dusty old thing made out of real gold, it's my new best treasure. Throw the other one away." "…throw the Burnished Tiara of Bahamut, forged in the First Age of Man, your majesty???" "See? I can't even remember its fucking name." "But my lord-" "DO YOU WANT TO BE A MEATSICLE" "…I will fetch a trash bag, your majesty."
But at the same time, he's not stupid, he's just simple, and in some ways that makes him more dangerous than the usual kinds of scheming Big Bad you see in these things, while simultaneously justifying why Orcus remains on his throne (because he's lazy). Face-Biter Mike doesn't make convoluted plans or run labyrinthine schemes; he just has a talent for violence and a pragmatic, straightforward approach to turning any kind of problem he struggles with into a problem that can be resolved with violence. Face-Biter Mike has one talent and it's horrifying physical power, so his approach to any complicated problem is "how do I turn this into a situation where I can fly down and bite this dude's face off?" with absolutely no regard for the collateral damage or consequences of doing so, because those are also things he can turn into face-bitable problems.
"My lord, the dread necromancer Nikodemion is using his undead dragons to attempt a conquest of the eastern kingdom; his agents are everywhere, his plans are centuries in the making, what can we do against such a mastermind?" "I'm gonna fly over the capital and eat the eastern king." "M-my lord???" "The kingdom will collapse without leadership, Nikodemion will win his war, he'll take the capital and crown himself king." "And that helps us… how?" "Once he does I'll fly over to the capital and eat him." "…" "This is why you advisors all suck. You're all about convoluted plans when the only thing I need to win is know where my enemy is so I can fly down there and eat him. Stop overthinking things."
And, like, yeah, it's a simplistic plan, but when you're several hundred tons of nigh invincible magical death, you don't need brilliant strategy; the smartest way to win a war is, in this case, the simplest. He's not even all that clever at figuring out the consequences of face-biting, he's just memorised the common consequences of doing so.
(If you want to go all in on Mike being the major mover and shaker in the region; Nikodemion only even has a pet zombie dragon because Mike killed the last dragon to show up and contest his turf but wasn't going to eat a whole dragon by himself. Nikodemion got to stick around and amass that much power because Mike ate the Hero of the Realm while he was adventuring because he figured the Hero would come and try to slay him at some point. Nikodemion got started because Mike ate half the leadership of the Academy of High Magic who typically keep evil wizards and necromancers in check. And then eventually this product of Mike's casual, careless actions becomes a big enough problem to bother Mike personally, at which point Mike eats him too.)
He doesn't even really fail upwards, either! He is regularly reduced to nothing but the glacier he stores his hoard in, but he's Face-Biter Mike so nobody wants to commit to actually ending him forever lest they get their faces bitten the fuck off. And his hoard's in a huge-ass magical glacier so nobody can get to it without running into the Invading Russia problem; it's hard to wage war when everything is frozen over and you're both starving and freezing to death. Once he's been beaten back to his central lair and has lost all his holdings… I mean, he's still a problem, but he's a far away problem. So he loses his assets and spends a decade in a cave brooding it up while no one dares risk trying to actually kill him, and then a generation or two later he flies down to a kobold colony and gets himself some minions, or a dragon-worshipping mage comes to offer his service against a pittance from his hoard, or a particularly stupid cult starts thinking they can get in good with him and leech off his power, and then he's (hah) snowballing again.
He's also got a very… well, the kind of weird Charisma that Grineer bosses do. Like Sargas Ruk, who's a malformed idiot, but oddly charismatic. As he's a dragon, that makes him a natural sorcerer and thus Charisma is all he needs. He's pretty relaxed when he isn't in a face-biting mood, and he's kind of infectiously optimistic, because his life has taught him that he will succeed as long as he perseveres. So he just believes it.
And sometimes that's really refreshing to work for, as an evil minion of darkness! It's like, you're coming to your Evil Dragon Lord with terrible news; you've worked for evil overlords before, you know how it goes. You fall to your knees weeping and tell him that you've failed to seize the incredibly powerful magical artifact, you think your life is forfeit. And he's just like "Eh, it's okay, these things are all over the place. Better luck next time. You remember the guy who took it, right?" and you go "Y-yes, oh great lord!" and he's like "Sweet tell me his name later and I'll grab it" and then eats a frozen adventurer he kept around as a snack.
His followers tend to quickly realise that if they fail him, bringing some temple's silver or a sack of brightly coloured beads or a couple of dead cows means he's super forgiving because at least he's got something out of the day. "Oh boy, cows? It's been forever since I had those, ever since the Orc Steppe Nomads took over it's all about goats and onions. Today is a good day." He's a master of delegation by dragon standards, in that he just tells you "Just go get it done, I don't care how" rather than micromanaging you and constantly appearing as an image in smoke or taking over your campfire.
The key part of Face-Biter Mike as a threat to players (because he exists in the context of a D&D campaign) works well in that you can rely on several known quantities:
He will not pull sneaky shit that you don't see coming
He will not make convoluted plans that you must work to unravel
He will consistently attempt to come down and wreck you personally if he finds the opportunity and you are a threat to him
You cannot fight him head-on (at least not until the last leg of the campaign, and ideally as an optional boss rather than mandatory)
So as long as you are good at staying under the radar, thwarting his minions (whom he gives broad orders to with almost zero oversight) and not putting yourself in face-biting range, you can deal with him. If you succeed, it won't be the first time Mike has lost his assets and had to go brood in his glacier for a decade or two before rebuilding. It happens; he can deal with it. And that's a win for you within the context of a single campaign, so take the win.
And if you're not going to use him as an enemy, he works pretty well as a quest-giver, too! The costs for failure are obvious and straightforward, and "do whatever, just get me mine" means that players have a lot of freedom in accomplishing their goals. As far as evil overlords go he is actually one of the least dangerous to work for; his pride is relatively subdued by draconic standards, his goals are simple and typically achievable, and he is easily pleased.
(There's also a good chance he is the forefather of any draconic sorcerer in your party, because Face Biter Mike is a deadbeat dad.)
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☽ - a memory of their father
Kerkyra, Greece, 18 June 1987
Stelios Dracon(Impostor Captain Tennille), Age 25
Michalis Dracon, Age 4
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This is one of the few photos Michalis has of his father, Stelios, a kindhearted man who used to work as a lifeguard before he disappeared during a vacation in Egypt.
It takes place in one of the beaches of Kerkyra where Michalis and his parents went for fishing and swimming on boat, it is one of Michali's favorite memories because it was his first time swimming in the deep sea and his father was proud of how brave he was.
Yeah, I made the impostor captain stand user from Part 3 a father, originally I gave him the surname Zannos but I decided to name him after the music band he is based. I will explain another time how he became a villain.
Background is from here:
https://www.corfuland.gr/el/diafora/kerkyra/apomeres-paralies-tis-kerkyra-gia-social-distancing.html
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spacebarbarianweird · 4 months
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Astarion Headcanons
Inbox is open for requests.
I will write
smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, sensitive trigger warning topics (SA, suicide, self-harm, traumas etc, but I will adress them as a serious issue, not a kink), established relationships, pregnancy, dadstarion, female or gn Tav/reader
I won't write
Ascended Astarion, BDSM, AU, other companions (maybe later), mindflayers
General Headcanons
Settling Down together after the game events
Bigger Tav x Astarion
Nightmares
Astarion makes a wedding dress for Tav
Astarion having sensitive ears
Dancing Headcanon
Ressurected Astarion Part 1
Ressurected Astarion Part 2
Astarion's twin brother
Widower Astarion
Batstarion
Batstarion is learning how to fly
Tav is a cat owner
Astarion Can Purr Headcanons
Astarion x Big-Breasted Tav
Astarion and you are going to the Lliira's Night Festival
Astarion Pre-vampirism HCs
Astariox x Big\Soft tummied Tav
Taking care of their sick partner
Dadstarion Headcanons
Boy Dad Astarion
Pregnant Tav
NSFW Headcanons
Astarion x Big-Breasted Tav NSFW
Astarion x Small-Breasted Tav NSFW
Bigger Tav x Astarion NSFW
Batstarion Naughty Headcanons
Astarion x Tiefling!Tav (NSFW)
Astarion x Wizard!Tav NSFW
Astarion x Rogue!Tav NSFW
Astarion x Drow!Tav NSFW
Astarion x Changeling!Tav NSFW
Astarion x Tav With Health Related Conditions
Astarion x Autistic!Tav
Astarion x Blind!Tav
Astarion x Chronic Pain!Tav
Astarion x Mute Tav
Astarion x Tav Who Has to Cover Her Face
Astarion x Depressed!Tav
Astarion x Anxiety Disorder!Tav
Astarion x Chronically ill !Tav
Astarion x Deaf!Tav
Tiefling Tav with Ehlers-Danlos syndrome
Astarion x Custom Race!Tav Headcanons
Astarion x Tiefling!Tav
Astarion x Dragonborn!Tav
Astarion x High Elf! Tav
Astarion x Gnome!Tav
Astarion x Dhampir!Tav
Astarion x Drow!Tav
Astarion x Drider!Tav
Astarion x Half-Orc!Tav
Astarion x Wood Elf!Tav
Astarion x Curvy F!Human Tav
Astarion x Werewolf!Tav
Astarion x Changeling!Tav p.1
Astarion x Changeling!Tav p.2
Astarion x Changeling!Tav p.3
Astarion x Protector Aasimar!Tav
Astarion x Scourge Aasiamar!Tav
Astarion x Fallen Aasimar!Tav
Astarion x Eladrin!Tav
Astarion x Gur!Tav
Astarion x Custom Class!Tav Headcanons
Astarion x Barbarian!Tav Part 1
Astarion x Barbarian!Tav Part 2
Astarion x Barbarian!Tav Part 3
Astarion x Wizard!Tav
Astarion x Bard!Tav
Astarion x Druid!Tav
Astarion x Spore Circle Druid!Tav
Astarion x Ranger!Tav
Astarion x Drakewarden!Tav (Ranger subclass)
Astarion x Cleric of Selûne! Tav
Astarion x Cleric of Latander!Tav
Astarion x Cleric of Bahamuth!Tav
Astarion x Rogue!Tav
Astarion x Monk!Tav
Astarion x Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer!Tav
Astarion x Shadow Sorcerer!Tav
Astarion x Blood Hunter!Tav
Astarion x Archfey Warlock!Tav (Patron Niitra Siotta)
Astarion x The Great Old One Warlock!Tav (Patron Zargon)
Astarion x Fighter!Tav
Astarion x Paladin of Ilmater!Tav
Astarion x Artificer!Tav
Astarion x Custom Background!Tav Headcanons
Astarion x Noble!Tav
Astarion x Noble Elf!Tav
Astarion x Pirate!Tav
Astarion x Feylost!Tav
Astarion x Durge
Astarion x Redeemed Durge
Astarion x Evil Durge
Tiriel the Barbarian Headcanons (OC Tav)
Tiriel Hedcanons (get to know OC Tav)
NSFW Tiriel x Astarion headcanons
Alethaine Ancunin, Astarion's dhampir daughter
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Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Dhampirs and Vampires
Serious issues with vampires
Dhampir Freehold
Vampires in the Underdark
Dhampir-Adventurers
Dhampir characters
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writing-prompt-s · 1 year
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In keeping with the ancient draconic traditions, to take an object from a dragon’s horde, one must leave behind a hostage in its place. It’s been many moons since a party last took something from your horde, and you’ve begun to pity the naive young adventurer they left with you.
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zeydaan-isabella · 8 months
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Isabella and Bean [Artfight]
Piece by Tyroski The adventurer isabella and the young bean
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