#monty dragon

[ryegarden]

some little fellows. Mint and Moss!

[ID: two digital drawings of two plushies. The first is a jellycat fuddlewuddle dragon named mint. there is an arrow pointed towards him labelled "wanted criminal". the second is two drawings of a jellycat monty dragon named moss. in one drawing, he is curled up into his tail. in the other, he is sitting. arrows are pointed towards him labelled "littlest guy", "tiny cosy baby", and "small". end ID]

[monsterboyneodick]

[ID: a photo of a fuzzy green dragon plush curled up in a ball, with impact font text that says FUCK IT WE BALL /end ID]

[amphiptere-art]

More sun and moon show dragons. We got the Sun and Moon fight but as dragons. We got eclipse meeting Monty (although the sizing is wrong). A Monty sketch a Lunar sketch and Eclipse sketch and then a theoretical sketch of Earth? I know she's going to be an eastern dragon but it's kind of hard to keep the standard eastern dragon look on a female character cuz they all have beards. and yes Monty is a linworm because I say he is. I plan on drawing blood Moon as a hydra basilisk/salamander. (whichever one you refer to when talking about multi-legged dragons.)

Close ups.

[thylacines-toybox]

As today was Appreciate a Dragon Day I've been appreciating all of my different Jellycat dragons!

Little Seafoam (top) rode around in my coat pocket all day, and I even acquired a new gold dragon for the other pocket... Frankie likes his new little golden friend!

[juviaquinn21]

Playing DND is basically just being in the movie Monty python and the holy grail but with more creative freedom. Try petting the bunny, I dare you Druid.

[vigscribbler]

I’ve been preparing for a Redwall-inspired ttrpg one shot and have done nothing but think about cozy little woodland critters and their silly little adventures.

[cull3nblaze]

Edwin Payne - Dead Boy Detectives - The Case of the Two Dead Dragons (1x05)

[imagine-darksiders]

Yes, I’m a business woman. In boring, unnecessary meetings I doodle on post it notes.

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Someone’s having a rough night.

[balloonboyismyson]

I think it would be cool as HELL if he could shoot fire out of his mouth

Other versions under the cut!

[alicent-archive]

Anytime someone from TB says that Rhaenyra should undoubtedly become Queen because she was chosen by a divinely ordained deer I laugh because when exactly did ‘random wild animal standing across from people’ become a basis for a system of government?!

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

HAL: Please stop putting fish in your pants. That's not what they mean by "codpiece".

CALIBORN: I DO WHAT I WANT. FAGGOT.

HAL: Yes, you do. I don't know why I possibly would've thought so otherwise.

[chknbzkt]

He’s been done for two weeks but I was holding him ransom for me to finish Roxy 😭 but here ya go!

I literally just based him off a more dexterous Kaprosuchus if that means anything 💀 those guys are dragons in their own right

I like the one on the bottom left the most <3

Stuff and things under the cut!

Tucked away from the cold up north in the Icerun, Scrimshaw Marsh gets its name from the abundance of ancient dead things (their skeletons specifically) peppered throughout and overgrown with rich plant life. These hallmarks of ages past make perfect hiding spots for big toothy things like our boy here to get the drop on the unwary.

Montgomery lives a life of rugged solitude, as while he’s certainly nothing to scoff at he is far from the only varmint prowling these muddy waters. As such, plenty of folks tend to steer clear of the far south of Scrimshaw altogether, as he and the rest of the bitey things frequent those waters more often than not.

Monty himself has amassed a reputation (knowing or otherwise) as an indiscriminate sinker of boats and a terror of villages who depend on the marsh for food and resources. That said, no one has ever truly laid eyes on him, as those he targets at what seems to be random never actually live to tell about it.

As such, more and more unrest and discontent among the locals is on the rise, as these attacks didn’t start until fairly recently and the rest of the wildlife was fairly well-behaved in comparison until this outlier started making a mess.

Which is to say, whether he’s aware of it, Monty here has a bounty on his head, he’s been labeled a “problem dragon” and all sorts of monster hunters can come forward and deal with him as they please, just so long as he doesn’t cause trouble for the locals any further.

Some are far less gracious than others.

That all said, I did say these attacks occurred at seemingly random… though some quieter folks whisper to those who will listen that they’ve seen eyes unlike the foreboding dim yellow of the shades, peering at them from the marshes on their way home with their haul in the evening hours, watching them, judging them…

They’d been caught out and away from the safety of their homes past sunset, and the shades that dwell in the muggy wetness of the mangroves and bones eagerly descended upon them.

For sure they would have vanished and their children left wondering what happened to them.

Instead the marshes, gone eerily, knowingly silent in anticipation of the harrowing fate of the unfortunate fishing couple, exploded with raucous splashes and uproarious thrashing.

Almost as soon as the fiercesome ruckus started, it was over. Another, more intense pair of eyes that seemed to glow with not malice but something else less antagonistic, continued to ogle them from the privacy of the reeds.

…and they made it home safe and sound as the piercing red lights sunk quietly into the marsh.

Call them old and foolish, perhaps there’s more to this mess than meets the eye.

[miae-bee]

Stoick, looking down the town through the window: One day, lad, all this will be yours

Hiccup: What, the curtains?

Stoick: No, not the curtains

[artisticallyaroacecrickett]

am I the captain of this ship? no. but I am the overeager cabin boy who will be making this ship my entire personality for the foreseeable future.