Thank you fandom artists. The influx of chimera!falin art has been really good for my health. I love you all.
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Continued from here for the best stage manager in all the realms @mperik
Oh dear--caffeine and little sleep amid a busy performance schedule was certain to cause tension among the crew, indeed! She was not one to tell another god how to run things, but she did wish to have a word with Apollo regarding this information. Self-care was important! And a well-rested crew was a happy crew, less irritable, less of a chance to make a mistake that could lead to injury (or missed cues!).
She nearly commented when the young man asked a new question, which prompted a warm smile. "Oh! My apologies," she spoke with a gentle grace. "I am Doctor Xiwangmu, medical director at Asclepius General. I was hoping to introduce myself to the gods on the council and was told Apollo may be here, but wouldn't you know, I have met you first."
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Gatafu, the Quetzal-inspired dragon, actually got finished in time for Anthrocon in July.
I need to dig up some additional photos.
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Prompt 274
You know what is fun? Baby Ghost Jason. You know what could be even more fun? Ghosts are Dragons.
Jason? Aware of none of this.
He was on comms, y’know listening and rolling his eyes at Dickwing, who used his real name, really Dick, he mocks. It’s just a stakeout, nothing new there, honestly boring when he could be blowing something up instead. It should have just been a stakeout.
Yet there’s something suddenly there, something behind him. Something that causes his hair to stand on end and his comms to spark into static like some sort of horror movie. Something, something with clawed hands with corpse-pale skin tipped in black, stained or dead or something else, tilting his head up and up and up as he’s frozen.
“A child, out here? Alone?” a voice crackles, hisses, hums, and purrs, somehow all at once, unnatural in its tone. He can’t move, he needs to move, he has to move, but it’s like the space around him has gone cold and dead, like he’s stuck in the Pits once more as claws hold his head and his vision blurs. “Sleep, child. Rest- we’ll be home soon.”
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A young female archaeopteryx named Tippett has lost her way while traversing the forest floor.
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The little guy, with unlocked potential.
Transforming back to normal is very tiring for both the kids and their Uncles.
The smallest of the four loves playing and collecting! Specifically, cans. By the pizza supreme, that's a lot of cans all kinds of cans. And the occasional carton of eggs. Whatever happens, don't touch the loot, Dai will rip out your lungs.
For a cease fire, give head pats and offer some pizza, and MAKE SURE you tell him he's a BIG MAN. For your safety-
Rereading the rainbow series has made me wanna draw more dragons, so....
I might be drawing more dragon turtles.
If you STILL haven't seen it yet(for shame/j /j /j), please check out @shyadri 's fic for this au below! vvvvv I'm sure you'll love it(along with their other works)!
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I think i spend too much time idly fantasising about growing claws and fangs for someone who’s meant to just be a human 😩
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i forgot about this so. have him? if I manage to remember what I was gonna do with him I'll come back after art fight 🥲
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