hi my names duck (i follow from @boyfeminism) and i like to draw dragons! some of them are gonna be far more high effort than others but i am a relatively new digital artist, and ive been looking forward to 2024 because dragons are my favorite thing to draw! inspired of course by classics such as @1-tiger-every-day @onetigeraday @onewolfaday @dailylagomorphs and many others. im using this partly as warm up for bigger pieces, or anatomy practice as i am primarily a flight rising artist.
please also check out @12animalsayear @onedragonaday @dragoneveryday @dragon-every-day @adragonaday (other ppls dragons will be tagged with the date and "other dragons")
Head lifts automatically at that sorrowful admission and it was mere seconds later that Stiles was knelt down in front of him, gazing with an intense, familiar look that told Scott, without words, that his brain was already going a million miles per hour. Attempting to piece together what got his best friend in such a state and already looking for ways to fix it. To help. (Because if it was Scott, there wasn't an obstacle or supernatural beast or friggin' the cosmos itself that'd stop him.)
Hand rested upon the werewolf's knee, gripping tightly before giving a shake, trying to get Scott to look back. Shake him out of this stupor or at least see that this stupid, beautiful hero wasn't alone.
"No, Scott... No, no you gotta feel, alright? Whatever it is that's.... You just gotta feel it and-and talk, right? Or hell, don't! You don't gotta say a thing but-At least let me know how I can help." Because Stiles wasn't a being of false promises and verbal comfort. If he could physically beat down the problem, claws or not, he'd be right on the front lines with the rest. And if Scott couldn't take the reins, he could do that for him. It was the least he could do.