#dragonborns

[klaineka]

Dark Urge my beloved

[hobgoblinsandpeachfuzz]

hey soldier

oops all dragonborns 4

[sorcerous-caress]

[minscofrashemen]

Okay so my fucked up dragonborn headcanons, very nonsensical, but bare with me

They are similar to the standing of wolves with their packs and groups. Dragons typically are loners, but with the shorter life span and magical nature of dragonborns, they stick together with their scalekin.

From this they developed a pack mentality, to protect one another and allot tasks and union with the others- less territorial except for those without a pack.

Think that those without packs and raised with non-dragonborns acting the way people assume with the alpha dynamics found in certain wolves in captivity vs it not being existing in the packs.

They are possessive and have marking scents- but this is found in every dragonborn. Its usually spread with rubbing of horn and scale oils that naturally form when getting close to a partner or young family member and assuring others know who to return them too if they get lost.

Their ears aren't actually ears, like with dragons they have little holes in their head (think lizards). The 'ears' are soft cartilage that grew out to collect sound like the purpose an owl's round head has. This mostly passed onto their dragonborn kin.

The little offhangs on dragonborns (like the chin whiskers) are essentially like genuine whiskers. They twitch and feel, and some species of dragonborns use their tongues to sense where things are through scent tasting the air (like a snake). Other dragonborns that come from a more arid environment have purple tongues and slick scales that work like a giraffe's tongue.

When they shed, they can change crest with age and their markings shift. Their first shed is very dull and barely anything, then in their teens they grow markings that start leaving around their thirties.

toe beans

digitrade legs

Their tails grow and change with age like their crests. Also these are used as scent markers with a large one right beneath the base of their tail that can be used to slick up. Do not ask.

They do not have cloacas, but can lay dud eggs during puberty, and once they reach a certain age the eggs remain inside and wait.

sheathes

claws grow back really quickly

shedding time is around a period in humans and during fertilization the scales shed only three times. The shed makes the scales wet and itchy until they peel. They do not eat the shed unless already very sick.

theres more

[thiswyrmdraws]

Dragonborns of the Merryskull Collective!

Damian - @sydrocks11

Janus - @spyderwebsyns

[dongwoter]

Theosebia and Eloise as little girls, and Theosebia’s dad and mom.

[andyartworks]

Sharing Skyrim art! Because brainrot is harrrrd. Velmior, a formerly deaf Bosmer, and Elurregin, a Nord werewolf who has replaced Mirrak and works for Hermaeus Mora for eternity.

My two Dragonborns. They're bitter enemies <3

Val on TH: https://toyhou.se/14804326.velmior

Elure on TH: https://toyhou.se/15480770.elurregin

[isirumarin]

Isira and Miraak pt.1

Sahrotaar landed with a heavy echo on the acrid latticework of the temple of the first dragonborn. Miraak stood waiting for her. She could sense him in a way she could sense the dragons...but his aura was a thousand-fold heavier.

His seeker-like dragon priest mask obscured his face. She approached confidently and stopped, tilting her head as they inspected eachother.

"I am sorry that you must die." He finally said. His voice was resonant, ringing with the power of the voice and with ancient Nordic accent. Isira involuntarily inhaled sharply. He was exerting some sort of strange pressure. The feeling threatened to engulf her, but at the same time, it felt...familiar. "I need your soul to return. There is no other way." He sad with sadness.

With astonishing swiftness, he sent her flying backwards and his voice rang again, covering Miraak in the Dragon Aspect.

Isira rolled to avoid his Thu'um and summoned her twin Daedric lords to keep his seekers busy as she faced Miraak again. She pulled out her bow Shadowsong and sent arrows his way as she danced around his powerful attacks. With a whirlwind sprint, she was on him.

"No." He said in surprise as she encased him in ice and then turned her attention to his daedric minions, the seekers. She was nearly out of arrows. Miraak freed himself from the ice quickly and grabbed her by the throat before she could react. His armored hands were like shackles around her neck, but he did not throttle her. The few seconds felt like an eternity. She helplessly gazed at the lifeless sad-looking eye slits of his mask.

"Hermaus mora is laughing at us, you know." He said with a hushed voice. He pulled her very close, the sounds of daedra fighting daedra seemed to be so very far away. She could hear his heavy breathing behind the mask. "Then stop this. Stop being his pawn. You are so much more." She whispered with sadness. He shook her and then pushed her down. "I need your soul." He said flatly.

"I'll save yours." She hissed, before rolling to her feet and unleashing her Thu'um.

"GOL HAH DOV" She shouted. Sending him to his knees.

"How...?" He yelled in astonishment. He resisted and reached for his terrifying sword.

"Gol HAH DOOOV" She repeated, knocking him back down. She could feel him wavering. Miraak was very strong. He gasped and tried to stand. Isira rushed up to him and seized him by the robes. Miraak staggered, still trying to resist, but he was too weakened to fight against her and her Thu'um. She grabbed the side of his dragon priest mask and flung it aside, depriving him of its enchantments.

She looked up at him with her jaw clenched. He looked down at her with deep blue eyes of like she had never seen before. The ancient nord had richly pigmented, dark brown hair cascading around his pallid skin and his face was cruelly handsome amd marked with corruption. He honestly terrified her. She felt like he could see right through her. The intensity in his eyes was hard to bear. "Gol hah DOV!" She shouted at him in his face and he fell backwards, catching himself with his arm. She stood above him, ready to battle, if he proved yet again to be resistant.

Hermaeus mora boomed angrily overhead. "NO!" Dozens of seekers and lurkers flooded the temple.

"Fight with me, Miraak. For your freedom..for your soul." She shouted holding out her hand as she watched the daedra descend upon them.

She felt his hand grasp hers.

[startreklesbian]

DUNGEONS & DRAGONS: HONOR AMONG THIEVES 2023, dir. Jonathan Goldstein & John Francis Dale

[angiemaniac]

What if the Dark Urge was a companion?

I love all the companions in Baldur's Gate 3 HOWEVER, I would've loved to see Dark Urge as a companion! Imagine the sweet angst and spicey scenes!!!!

What happens to him if you choose Tav over his origin makes me sad. So, I'm making this a thing!

Next: Chapter 2

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[klaineka]

Death of the bard

Alfira’s death hit like damn when I played first time trough it, made me really invested in Durge’s story tho

[hobgoblinsandpeachfuzz]

I really wanted to do purple

oops all dragonborns 3

[faintsuns]

my dragonborn barbarian keeps a sketchbook of the party’s adventures. unfortunately she is not a very good artist

[sorcerous-caress]

Dragonborns having a life expectancy of 80 is so sad.

Humans' average lifespan is 100 in dnd yet most pass away around 80.

Dragonborns probably do at 60. Can you imagine that? 60? That's freshly into retirement, that's meeting your grandkids stage and traveling the world while embracing your greying hair.

Does the colour of their scales fade and become less vibrant? Do their claws shake and spines ache like us? Do their tails become suddenly heavy?

Being robbed of their elder generations is cruel. It's just childhood, adolescent and then adulthood. No fading stars to lead the way, endless work and stress marks their grave.

[monstersovka]

✶ the wounded bard

new adopt there 🩸