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rufinator · 3 months

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Brewing Storm 🌩️

Rough painting of my dragon Rufy! Really need to do more work of my ocs

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saintfallen · 2 years

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style test!

#mononoke #kusuriuri #medicine seller #dragon oc #asian dragon #storm dragon

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zuxver · 26 days

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Heights of some of my ocs!

#art #artwork #digital art #dragon #dragon art #wings of fire #self taught artist #artists on tumblr #dragon oc #oc #storm dragon #Starstorm Monsters #dragons #oc height chart #zuxver art #feathers #fur #fluffy dragon

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operationugawts · 1 year

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Roll call!

#Rimuru Tempest #Veldora Tempest #Slime Anime #Tensura #That Time I got Reincarnated as a slime #anime fan art #my art #black artist #tensei shitara slime datta ken #storm dragon #kawaii art #chibi art #super sentai #commissions open #chibi fan art

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leonrdg · 18 days

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Hul'driar, the stormbringer.

The Dragon Lord that reign over the storms.

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wheretwofacesmeet · 6 months

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#the dragon prince #Infantis Sanguine #Sea of the Castout #azymondias #rayla #Stella the Cuddlemonkey #soren #prince callum #ezran #prince of the dragons #storm dragon #moonshadow elf assassin #star primal #star arcanum #star magic #head crownguard #sky mage #ocean mage #king of katolis

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mwezina · 11 months

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The Devil & FE3H

Contrary to how the card looks, The Devil is not actually about the devil sitting upon a stool in the back of the card, but about the two figures in front of it. A foil to The Lovers card, The Devil symbolises forced restraint and perceived powerlessness -- in other words, a lack of choice.

The chains upon the two people’s heads are fitted loosely around their necks, showing that it’s a trick. The Devil tricks them into thinking they are stuck, but they can easily slip the chains from over their heads and escape. The problem is that both of them have succumbed to their basest instincts, shown by the horns upon their heads, and have fallen to addictions of pleasure and power, as symbolised by the tails of fruit and fire respectively.

The crest associated with this card is the Crest of Maurice. The name itself likely belongs to the last Byzantine Emperor. His reign was troubled by constant warfare, most likely because that was the only thing he was good at. By keeping his people focused on wars, which he excelled at, they would ignore his other shortcomings.

During battles, he was fierce and brilliant. He united a fractured Byzantine Empire. However, during peacetime, he was a poor ruler and his reign struggled financially. He made policies that did not keep the people’s needs in mind, leading to his citizens and military rebelling against him.

The dragon associated with this crest is the Storm Dragon. This name could be alluding to the god of thunder, lightning, and storms. The problem with storms is that they are often necessary to bring rain. However, in their wake they can leave chaos and destruction. So storms can be balanced out in terms of the good and bad they bring to the world.

In my mind, the Storm Dragon would be a cloudlike being that flies through the sky. Maybe its most prominent features would be its large black wings that darken the sky when an oncoming storm is near.

Instead of connecting all these things to a bearer of the crest, I actually think Edelgard von Hresvelg is a better fit. Edelgard frequently alludes to herself as being trapped by Agarthan forces, being forced to do things she would never do. However, she actually has all the power to strike back against them. She is simply too focused on the power they bring her to do so. On the other hand, Edelgard is like the devil herself, tempting or manipulating others to her side with the promise of power (as she does for Ferdinand) or the promise of her love (as she does for Byleth).

Maurice is also a good fit for the type of reign that Edelgard has on Adrestia. She brought harmony to Adrestia by taking the power of the nobles. And if she succeeds in her war of conquest, she will be seen as bringing Fòdlan back together in the history books. However, Edelgard gives little thought to the state of the world in peacetime. She does not consider the common citizen, starving them and using them in Agarthan experiments. She does not consider how a meritocracy could ever be fair, leaving Ferdinand to point out that free education must be necessary, otherwise the meritocracy would be nothing but a joke. Not only that, but her new weapon bears the Crest of Maurice, giving an indication that the writers may have meant for her to be connected to these ideas.

Finally, the Storm Dragon seems to suggest Edelgard’s violent rule. While some may consider her conquest necessary or inevitable, it is destructive and the echoes of chaos will be felt for many generations.

Personally, I think the writers did a fantastic job linking Edelgard to The Devil card, even more so than a reversed The High Priestess card. But what do you think? Could Marianne have filled these tough breeches as well as Edelgard?

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#fe3h #fe16 #tarot cards #major arcana #the devil #crests #crest of maurice #storm dragon #byzantine emperor #crest of the beast #japanese mythology #adrestian emperor #edelgard von hresvelg

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n0cs-art · 2 years

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Cute little Toothless!

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cyndalyssa · 3 months

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"Hey, Squonge! Let's play a game now!"

This was 3 1/2 months in the making (delays and distractions galore!)

Another game of coming up with a series of things that a character is doing...or in this case, has done, since this is about Montork's past kicking butt as a young magician--though the subject does drift to somebody that he used to know.

I'm surprised the Storm Dragon turned out decent. I'm not used to drawing dragons. But, anyway, I think of it and its sibling as the Trollan demigods of the sky and sea, spawned by the Star Tree and having a link to the wider universe. They can cause storms with their howling. To meet one of these beasts is an honor.

Not that anybody cares, but the memory thief is a reference to an MLP fic I wrote some years ago. Just thought it'd be fun to put that idea in as one of Montork's adventures.

And let's wrap this up with one more thing:

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#masters of the universe #motu #montork #orko #arkia #snoob #squonge #unzo #book #reading #past #trollan defenders #trolla #trollans #storm dragon #i need a tag for this au #AU orko backstory series #lyssa draws

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familiar-bonds · 7 months

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Working on a design for a storm or lightning dragon familiar. still a wip.

Pretty happy with it so far, i'm not sure on the colors yet. might give them a 'clear skies' and 'raging storm' look for different weather or something.

#my art #fbmm #creature design #Storm dragon #lightning #beast #familiar Bonds #doods #dragon

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tassjis · 1 year

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Storm Dragon Veldora

#anime #fanart #that time i was reincarnated as a slime #tensura #tensei slime #storm dragon #veldora #veldora tempest

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some-random-wolf-with-internet · 1 year

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Storm dragon

#dragon #dragon vale #dragonvale #my art #vale #procreate #digital art #art #fan art #storm #storm dragon #fanart #dragon art

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zuxver · 3 months

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Goofy ahh, Main Character OC of mine.

Cuzzies, meet Lixue!

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kaezerdoodles · 1 year

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Updated design of Rayla’s dragon form- I was inspired by the storm dragons from The Dragon Prince. Love this sparky bean.

#dragon oc #pathfinder character #storm dragon #Rayla Arkenire #kaezers ocs

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zannaseven · 8 months

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My only good attempt at digital art.

#art #digital art #dragon #storm dragon #old art

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ccashleywrites · 1 year

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"Storm Weaver"

The dragon lifted its head to the overcast sky, breathing deep of the strong eastward winds that twist and sculpt the low-hanging clouds above. It lets out a deep-chested rumble of pleasure at the thick scent of rain in the air, shaking out its mane impatiently when the breeze is laced with the sharp scent of lightning. The distant rolls of thunder setting the dragon flexing its claws impatiently.

The wait was always the worst part.

She- for the dragon was a she- had long since been practicing her abilities; honing the rare skill to twist the storms to her design by the movements of her long, lithe body. But it also meant waiting for the tumultuous clouds to enter her domain in the wide mountain valley, lest she anger the Forest Dragon to her west. And she wasn’t looking to anger him again so soon after their last tussle. Absently she licks at a scar on her left shoulder, easily remembering the sharp sting of his claws rending her flesh with ease.

But that didn’t matter right now. Right now, she locked her eyes once more on the darker clouds quickly approaching her valley. A thrill of excitement sets the young dragon almost trembling- especially when the dark clouds start to hang closer to the ground, the wind starting to shape them into a large circle. The air was charged with electricity now, the sky above destabilizing with the power of the ingredients the storm so eagerly devoured.

It always makes production so much easier when the storm already has the power to touch the ground. Her careful, deliberate nudges are always just enough to link the earth and sky. And bridging the gap between them with nothing but wind and water always brought her such a sense of power and superiority- even if it often left her with a sense of remorse for any innocent lives her storm would claim.

But the Elders had demanded she teach the kingdom enveloping the valley a lesson- and who was she to defy them? The only rule they gave her was not to harm the forest territory. She huffed impatiently, knowing there was maybe a mile left before the rotation entered her valley- but as the winds intensified, she began to worry the storm would strike the forest anyway. And to her great dismay, the funnel began to form just inside the eastern edge of the trees.

It only took a second or two for her to make the decision. She’d let the Forest Dragon and all the Elders punish her- and she’d take it all willingly for going into the forest territory.

But she couldn’t let the storm strike the forest. She couldn’t allow the trees and the animals to suffer. Not when they were not slated for a storm of this magnitude.

She was off the cliff and snaking through the air before the next lightning flash, cutting through the rotation before the thunder rolled and disrupting the winds. Her body coiled and twisted like a snake just behind the rotation, her chest swelling with a deep inhale before she loosed a new surge of wind onto the storm base with a mighty exhale.

The storm lunged forward, racing towards the valley with the ferocity of a hungry mountain cat chasing it’s first meal in days- and the dragoness was just behind it. With a twist and a flick, she knocked the hail that had begun falling back up into the clouds above. With another deep inhale the dragoness pushes the storm faster and further, moving the danger past the forest so the precious life rain could fall on it instead of the destructive forces of her storms.

She could feel the winds bucking against her, straining to let loose on the ground below- and it pained to her bend the will of nature to her own. But she had a job to do, and the sky could not touch the forest- it had to touch the valley and everything beyond. She cut through the circulation once more, disrupting the funnel again as a pain filled her at the anguish of the sky trying so hard to birth the bond between sky and earth.

She could hear the angered roar of the Forest Dragon behind her, but she paid him no mind. Another breath, another flick and the storm would be beyond his territory. Trouble would be waiting for her once the storm was done- but she didn’t care.

The roars came closer just as she loosed the final breath, shoving the storm just beyond the forest.

Then, and only then, did the dragoness begin to circle the storm, pouring her magic into the wind and breathing strength into the clouds above. With whispered apologies to the storm around her she began to aid the funnel in it’s formation while the winds sighed in relief at the release of the pain and power boiling within the skies.

And then the winds began to scream- an ear-rending shrieking as the funnel quickly crashed to the ground. She followed it, keeping the winds strong while the ice rained from the sky and the funnel ripped and shredded across the ground. Careful nudges directed the sky-bond towards the parasitic kingdom, thunder roaring while the winds screamed in rage and pain.

When the funnel finally touched the outermost ring of the kingdom the dragoness let it loose, allowing it to devour the sickness of the valley with all the fury of the winds and all the rage of herself.

And that’s when the Forest Dragon slammed her to the ground. Teeth gnashing and deep growls mere inches from her face, the Dragoness allowed him to pin her limp body down. Almost as soon as he had pinned her, the Dragon releases her, confusion marring his graceful green and brown face.

“Where is your spark, Storm Weaver?”

“I’ll not attack someone I had no intention of harming in the first place,” she mutters, slowly rising with eyes cast on the sky-bond before her.

“Then why did you break the Elder’s rule? You know not to enter my lands!”

“I also know no sky-bond shall rend your forest for any reason- nor will I allow the ice fall to harm your creatures.”

Silence reigns between them for a moment, and they both watch the funnel continue tearing through the kingdom- now closing in on the gaudy, foolish castle at the heart. She can feel the Forest Dragon cast his gaze upon her once more, though she doesn’t take her eyes off the sky-bond.

“You risked harm to yourself to protect my lands?”

“Indeed.”

Another long silence.

“Then I suppose I owe you a gift in return.”

“You owe me naught, Voxir.”

“You went against one rule to uphold another, Torvir. The least I can do is stand beside you when the Elders question our interaction today.”

“I will not stop you, and I thank you for your generosity.”

Voxir the Forest Dragon scoffs at her words, starting to meander back towards his domain. Behind him his words trail back on the winds to Torvir.

“For someone so young, you speak as though you’re older than me. Keep your spark, Storm Weaver- do not let the old generation take your differences away from you.”

Torvir doesn’t respond, instead continuing to watch the sky-bond as it finally moves out of the kingdom and makes it way to the plains beyond her home.

But she does smile, if only to herself.

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