#oc: rinta

[dzamie-oc]

Voretober 24 - Harvest

Length: 1400 words Vore type: F/M, oral vore Fandom: None (Kahudra) Other info: unwilling prey, kobold/rabbit, feral prey, digestion Summary: A garden during harvest season is a great place to find a meal! A rabbit knows this, and unfortunately, doesn't consider that may be more universal than he'd like.

On the outskirts of Dilmar City, a garden's plants grew heavy with vegetables. The garden was, of course, guarded by a fence. Easily ten feet high, a wooden frame bounded a shimmering, magical barrier, designed to completely but harmlessly repel any fox, deer, and possibly even a bear.

But not, William thought as his paws pushed through the layer of grass from below, a bunny. A little more digging, and the exit - now entrance - to his hole was wide enough to fit whatever he could drag back with him, as well as his soon-to-be-bulkier body. Extrication, however, could wait: he had a feast fit for a whole warren for him to peruse and enjoy. William shook off some dirt and began to hop through the rows of plants.

Cabbage, onions, some spinach, pumpkins… William slowed his pace at the line of carrot leaves poking out of the ground. Just before he could start digging, however, his ears perked up at a sound: the voice of a yellow and orange kobold using a magic staff like a walking stick, grumbling to herself.

"Stupid superstitious humans. 'Magic corrupts the crops' my scaly tail." She bent down, hefted a pumpkin thice William's size, and placed it on a nearby cart before biting down on the stem to sever it and spitting out the part stuck in her mouth. "Bleh. Tastes like food's food. I don't know what that elf sees in this job besides a worse paycheck than-"

William froze when one bright yellow eye focused on him. Slowly, smoothly, the lizard turned to face the bunny. He tensed, preparing to run straight back to his hole; fangs that pointy and sharp, and mention of "food's food" set his fur on end. But maybe she hadn't actually seen him, or maybe she'd-

The kobold took a deep breath, glanced left and right, then laid down on the cart, letting one arm and the lower half of her legs and tail hang down. "Ah, hell, every carrot you eat is one I don't have to pull up." She laughed, and adjusted her head to avoid laying on her horns. "But lucky you that this is some human's field and not my dragon's."

After waiting several seconds for her to move again, and her failing to do so (save for a lazy twitch of her tail), William took a cautious hop up to the carrot. Then sunk his claws into the dirt. Then did so again, digging faster as the kobold continued to do absolutely nothing about it. Before long, the carrot was out of the ground and, nibble by nibble, vanishing into him. Not even the leaves were spared.

Emboldened by this odd lack of action, the bunny moved to the next carrot. It came up faster, partly from his confidence, but also because it was truly scrawny. Still, food is food, and its size meant it simply disappeared faster. After wiping some dirt from his mouth with a paw, he saw a set of leaves he was certain belonged to a truly delicious specimen, a little closer to the cart. The kobold was completely still, and possibly asleep. So, William took one hop, then another, and started to dig.

Suddenly, a sharp pain jolted through his ears! A strong pressure held them together, then lifted him up by them, until he stared the kobold, now smiling, right in the eyes. William struggled, wiggled, and kicked at the air, but her grip around his ears was far too firm to drop free. A thoughtful look replaced her cold smile, and for a moment, the bunny dared to hope she'd changed her mind.

"Let's see…" she muttered, drawing her staff closer to William with her other hand, "probably don't need much mana into this one. I do want it to end quickly, after all."

The staff tapped William's head, and he heard a firm command: "Sleep." He shook his head, trying to both ignore and use the pain to fight it. Seconds passed, but he remained awake - though his normally strong legs felt like heavy weights dangling from him; he tried to kick again, but felt them barely twitch. To his horror, the kobold noticed this, and bared her fangs in a wicked grin. "Perfect," she purred.

Without getting up from her resting position, she simply lifted him over her head and opened her jaws wide; William could only stare down at the perilous, pink expanse, framed by deadly-sharp fangs and framing an even deadlier dark throat entrance. Her breath was warm and soft against his fur as she lowered him, and once again William had to fight to stay awake. One blink later, and her breath surrounded him, full of unfamiliar but instinctively dangerous scents, yet the gentle, warm pressure of her throat around his hind legs made a powerful argument in favor of giving in to slumber.

The pressure around his ears vanished as the new, lighter one crept up his midsection, threatening his forelegs as well. His ears, sore from the kobold's grip, folded back against his head and back, and then, with a loud clack, she snapped her jaws shut, surrounding him in darkness. An even louder GULP sent a shot of energy coursing through his body, and he kicked as hard as he could against the walls of her throat… which, in his sleepy state, wasn't very hard at all. Her gullet's embrace climbed to his neck, and then wrapped around his head.

The predatory lizard swallowed once more, and irresistible muscles shoved William deeper into her body; his hindpaws slid into a more open yet definitely more deadly chamber, followed soon by his hips, his belly, and the rest of him. His fur was matted down with drool and other juices. Completely cleaned of dirt, he had no doubt, but the thought that the kobold's stomach would soon clean him off of his bones…

Sheer terror, or perhaps her spell wearing off, threw some fight back into him. With newfound strength, he thumped his hindpaws down as hard as he could, as though trying to jump in his confined space. Though muffled by the flesh around him, he heard a surprised "woah!" from his captor, and then William's surrounding's rotated as the kobold sat up. This did little to dissuade the bunny, who simply kept kicking her stomach walls. She growled, and a new pressure from outside pushed against him, as though she could simply force him to be still and accept his fate. William, of course, did his best to not do that, and kept at his assault.

The kobold's stomach rumbled, and what little space he had to ready his kicks was taken from him in a large belch - at least, from the small bunny's perspective. William tried to kick more, but with her stomach pressing in on him even closer than before, he couldn't manage much power behind them. Not that the constant, cloying massage all around him wasn't trying to finish what her earlier sleep spell had nearly done. William could barely focus on much else besides staying awake and continuing to thrash - not even kicking - when the scaly predator jostled him around more hopping off the cart.

"Welp, that's enough of a rest. Boring human job or not, I have my pride as a diligent kobold," she said to herself, and to her unwilling eavesdropper. Between her steady crouching and lifting, the darkness around him, the increasingly stale air, and her stomach constantly kneading acids into his fur, it wasn't long before William succumbed, closing his eyes for the last time.

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Rinta gave a grunt of effort as she hoisted the last pumpkin onto the cart. Her stomach grumbled around the gradually diminishing heap of rabbit meat and fur stewing inside. The kobold gave her belly an appreciative pat, and it responded by sending up another burp. She grinned to herself; the free live food did make up for the very un-adventurer-like manner of the job, she supposed. She crouched down and started on the line of carrots, quietly hoping that the tasty, squirmy bunny hadn't been the extent of ther farm's pest problem.

[dzamie]

Do any of you ocs have relationships in any non-flushed Quadrants?

god I NEED to get around to drawing headshots for them; this would be so much easier with those

♠♣♢

(I put those there for copy/paste reasons but I think they look nice)

Dzamie ♠ Kenneth. Bitter rivals, and while they do tend to get along more these days, it's really just for concern for their surroundings that frequent spars don't turn significantly deadlier.

Dzamie ♢ HM. Although this does appear to turn flushed from time to time, it's most stable in pale. HM enables Dzamie's deception; Dzamie keeps HM's murder levels to a slightly more reasonable rate. They've been together since basically birth/hatching, and it's unlikely even death would separate them.

Rinta ♢ Kassar. There's a reason Azurel singled out Kassar to go with Rinta on their adventuring journey. They go together very well. Kassar keeps Rinta from attacking people for disrespecting dragons; Rinta is probably the more powerful fighter - at least while she's got spells.

I don't have a very good grasp on ashen, and don't think I have any anyways.

[dzamie]

okay so it turns out that all colored drawings of my kobold OCs are too horny for tumblr, so here's a 5-year-old doodle of them

Kassar on top, Rinta on the bottom. This is from before their dragon sent them to join an Adventurer's Guild to keep tabs on humanoid society and news for him (and to experiment with getting kobolds more competent at fighting).

Here's crops of them, colored. Rinta on the left, Kassar on the right.

kobold appreciation post

reblog if you're a kobold lover and/or have kobold ocs

[fizzyflakess]

I don’t really know how ask games/ chains work but 💥BAM💥

If you have received this ask, it is your duty as an adventurer to ramble about your favorite DnD oc :D

if you don’t have a DnD oc, ramble about another oc or your favorite character from a piece of media

• 🗡️ • 🐦‍🔥 • 🛡️ • ⚔️ • 🐉 •

Also feel free to copy the above and send it to anyone of your choice :)

YAYAYAYAY

So time to Ramble. Aster Shiroco! The one and only!

He’s 19 and a high elf (with an unexplained tail). He’s been sheltered by his Mother and trapped in his house with no contact of the outside world. Making not know common things like death itself, and believes everyone gets an happy ending. Yet he’s very confident, even if he’s a fish out of water. Very prince-like in his manners, bowing as a greeting.

He loves Dancing and making flower crowns. He loves telling fairy tales, as that’s his only way he sees the outside world. Gust of Wind is his main spell because he uses it to blow orange Aster pedals around him self. His best friends are a tiefling named Rinta, wood elf named Tyrena, and two half-elf siblings Ryder and Reagan. Aster has mutual romantic feelings for Ryder. Aster is gay and Asexual, Ryder is bi or pan. Enough yapping for now, thanks! :D

[dzamie-oc]

11 - Holiday

i’m what the kids call tired

Length: 1500 words Rating: T (suggestive words, only kobolds are naked and they’ve got scales) Summary: Morning for a particular adventuring group, and it turns out there’s a holiday about slaying a dragon about. What an event.

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Falina groaned and shifted under the covers. A pair of somethings yawned, then snuggled back in against her, trapping one arm. Her mind paused for a moment, then, staying as still as possible, the human woman moved her free arm to carefully, tentatively feel what had latched onto her in her sleep. Scales. She felt the tough, but not unpleasant, texture of scales under her fingers. Opening her eyes, she found herself still in the room above the Adventurer’s Guild, with her elven partner still in his trance state against the wall.

A lump under the blankets shifted. The woman lifted them away, and found herself staring at a pair of jaws spread wide, baring a plethora of small, yet sharp teeth. Adrenaline surged through her body, and she reached for the knife on the table... when those jaws closed, revealing the face of a small, dragon-like creature with yellow scales and eyes to match, slowly blinking sleep from her eyes.

Right in front of her, Rinta sat up on her knees and stretched her arms up with a groan, giving Falina a good view of her bare scales. Then, the kobold leaned over, nudged the other lump in the blankets, and made some growling and hissing noises Falina assumed to be Draconic. A few moments later, a second, green head poked out of the covers. Kassar said something back to Rinta, but extracted himself from Falina’s bedspread and shook himself. The human looked at the yellow kobold, and noticed she was looking back at her. No, not at her - at the knife in her hand.

“A-ah,” Falina said, letting the weapon fall back onto the table. “Look, to my tired eyes, a yawning kobold looks a lot like a hungry dragon, especially a foot away from my face.”

To her surprise, the kobold smiled, and her tail swished back and forth excitedly, running into Falina’s leg. “Really? Oh, thanks!” She hopped off the bed and began to stretch the rest of her body, then looked back over at the human. “I’m glad your reaction time is lacking, then. I use magic best when there’s not a dagger buried in my scales.”

With her two apparent bedmates no longer on the bed, Falina threw the sheets off of herself and sat up, feet on the floor. With the kobolds having discarded their clothes before getting in her bed, she was relieved to find that her own garments were still on her. “Yeah, well, try not to yawn in my face once Arwyn and I hit silver rank. You’re not like the tales of evil kobolds passed around the Guild hall.” Falina pulled on pants, then a shirt, both a little baggy to conceal the tools of her trade. “So why were you two in my bed?”

“Why wouldn’t we be? You invited us to sleep with you last night,” Kassar chimed in, “something about it being cold.”

“I WHAT?!” Falina exclaimed. Off to the side, she heard Arwyn chuckling; the elf was evidently only feigning to still be in a trance.

“Yeah, I’m glad you’re warming up to us a bit,” the green lizard replied, “you’re very soft, by the way. I mean, obviously without scales, but still! Very comfortable.”

“I- with you two?!”

“Hm? What’s that supposed to mean?” Rinta said, scaly arms crossed over scaly chest. “We may not be dragons, but there’s no need for tha-”

“Ah, you younguns. Before we spill each other’s blood...” Arwyn interrupted, “Falina. They meant literally that they slept alongside you. Rinta, Kassar. In human slang, ‘to sleep with’ someone means to have sex with them.”

“Ohhh...” Kassar and Falina said.

Rinta huffed and put on her cloak. “That reaction was still rude.”

After they all got dressed, they opened the door of their room, ready to see what people needed helping and what creatures needed slaying. To their surprise, the hallway had been decorated with streamers, and they could hear raucous cheering and singing more clearly from the hall below.

“Oh, that’s right!” Falina said, “it’s Drachenfell today! Oh, we’re definitely taking a day to have fun.”

“Drachenfall?” Rinta asked. A human adventurer rushed past them, knocking her aside; in retaliation, she gripped her staff and growled at the receding hooligan, the glow in its crystal fading when a green-scaled hand pulled at her arm.

Falina pretended not to notice the interrupted spell, and instead explained, “yeah, about seventy or so years ago, a team of the king’s great knights slew the terrible dragon, uh...” She snapped her fingers a few times, trying to remember the name, and finally continued, “Kazerahad. And it happened close to here, so we celebrate it like it was entirely our doing.” With a proud grin, she crossed her arms and nodded. “Which, of course, it was, even if the knights came from other places.”

Arwyn tossed his dark brown hair. “Ah, and to your people, this is all ancient history, I’m sure.”

Two tails and a hand smacked the elf. “You’re forty, ‘gramps;’ nobody’s buying it,” Falina said.

Arriving in the food hall, the group broke off their conversation to grab a meal: meat for the kobolds, a salad for the elf, and eggs and toast for Falina, herself. They all reconvened at an empty spot at one of the tables. Next to them, a few adventurers with badges of copper or iron traded extremely true stories of the many, many dragons they, personally, had defeated, oftentimes without the aid of their party. Falina caught Rinta looking between her meat and the boisterous braggarts with a mischievous, hungry glint in her eye, so she reached over and tapped the kobold’s snout with the handle of her fork. “Hey, none of that. No fighting in the Guild Hall.”

“I wouldn’t call it a fight-”

“Not happening.”

Rinta still looked reluctant to give up her quarry, so Kassar spoke up. “So, this Drachenfall thing,” he started, “it commemorates the death of a dragon, in one of those ‘don’t be sad because it’s over, but happy because it happened’ things?”

“Well-” Arwyn started, but Rinta cut in.

“No, it probably started as a somber event, but over time got happier, because festivals are more fun than days of remembrance.”

Falina furrowed her brow. “No, it’s a celebration that the dragon died. There was a monstrous, fire-breathing beast terrorizing the city and devouring people, and the valorant knights saved the citizenry from its horrible hunger.”

“Ah... right,” Rinta said, her downward-curved horns seeming to reflect her mood. She tore off a bite of her breakfast and lethargically swallowed it in a few gulps. “So... maybe Kassar and I will take a small assignment or two, and leave you people off to celebrate the killing of Khazhra’ad.”

The human, for her part, felt like a bit of a jerk. She looked down at her own plate, idly listening to the roar of voices all around. The only one not downspirited seemed to be Arwyn, who finished off his salad before suggesting, “a pair of small, dragon-looking beings unaccompanied around town, on a day that’s, well, kind of about dragon slaying, and therefore probably has plenty of world-ignorant children and cocky teens with toy swords? I can’t say I like that combination.”

Rinta sighed. “Yeah, and beating or eating kids is a no-go, no matter what you think about my...” she cast a glance at the adventurers who were showing off scars that totally came from dragon fights and not accidentally stepping on a cat’s tail, before continuing, “... hunting desires. So, what then, Arwyn? Because if you think we should just stay in here all day, I’m gonna invite at least one of those humans to our room and have myself a snack.”

“We could go with them and try to forget the real theme of the holiday,” Kassar put forth. The others gave him strange looks: Arwyn looked impressed, Falina looked confused, and Rinta looked at him like he had renounced koboldhood and would be living as an alligator. So, the green kobold explained, “you said it yourself, there’s enough time for the celebrations to change. Besides, this is a pretty major thing, it seems; if we spend the day avoiding it, we’ll come up miserably short in our report to Azurel.”

Rinta gulped down the rest of her breakfast, and chased it with a swig of her drink. “Alright, for Azurel.”

Falina smiled, though her enthusiasm was still tempered by her earlier misstep. “Great to hear! So, we’d have to avoid... that, that... that one... probably there... oh! I know what to start with. You two can eat sugar and bread, right?”

Kassar shrugged. “We can eat just about anything. Our lack of gag reflex isn’t just for draconic pleasure.”

To the side, one of the noisy adventurers choked on his toast. Rinta leaned over and remarked, “another casualty of draconic superiority. Tragic.”

Falina shook her head at the yellow kobold, then leaned in conspiratorially to Kassar. “Well then, you’re about to learn the glory of funnel cake.”

[dzamie]

some of my OCs' (back)stories in no particular order:

child soldier becomes insufferable theater kid

trainer fighter becomes a politician, regularly loses fights to a cat

noodle earns better titles when people believe in her

small lizard declares glorified strawberry patch her territory

lizard is too racist to realize she's being bullied

small business owner frequently has sex with customers after hours

Local Cat Cannot Stop Feeding the Reptiles

aquarium diver keeps picking up side jobs

snake pretends to commit murder live on camera

demon tricks students into thinking she will sexually assault them, actually just teaches them math

bug causes problems on purpose

theater kid gaslights a murderer for two hours without actually telling a lie

cat is sad he causes problems on accident

(Kahudra/Miraculous self-ins- I mean, crossover) cat refuses to solve problems on purpose, accidentally starts a scandal by being a showoff

I encourage anyone interested to ask me about these

EVERYONE QUICK describe your oc story in the worst way possible

[dzamie]

so! Thoughts on my lil guys? And also, you said you wanted a reminder to do the second half of basic decisions of ur OC list

They all seem pretty neat, though I must admit that, as a long-time furry, I greatly prefer the fox and the dragon :D

Thanks for the reminder! A shame I can't start the numbering at 13, but...

Azurel Dracolis - Large blue dragon. Also Dzamie's dragon transformation and my primary RP character. Generally in control of the situation, and rather protective of his loyal kobold den, the VitAzurels. Has been known to kidnap a princess or prince, and gets either a ransom or a meal out of them.

Rinta VitAzurel - Kobold mage, equipped with a staff directly from Azurel's hoard! She learned through some books he has, and has a penchant for size-changing magic... though prefers to use it on other people. Before Azurel sent her and Kassar to join a nearby city's Adventurer's Guild, she tended to shrink intruders and either swallow them or stick them between her legs. A bit of a dragon fanatic, even for a kobold.

Kassar VitAzurel - Kobold fighter, given sword and shield from Azurel's hoard. Sent with Rinta to become an adventurer, is a bit more... understanding of non-kobold beliefs, and generally tries to keep his fellow bold out of trouble.

Grace (slime) - Slime griffoness who hangs around in Azurel's lair. Friendly, outgoing, and loves physical contact. Often horny. Perfectly safe to be inside, unless you keep on insisting that you're trying to kill her. That gets your body turned into hers, fatally. Cannot fly, but can either puppet around whoever's inside her, or let herself be moved around by the same.

Grace (not) - Experimental fursona. She's on this list because I've drawn her once or twice. Generally a bit perkier than Dzamie and Azurel. Not an RP character.

Rekus - Dragonslayer-in-training panther, a bit gullible. Good fighter, unless he's up against a dragon. Admittedly don't have a strong personality for him.

Sinera - Fox mage, possibly the second living katul (the furry species) to learn magic, taught by Dzamie. Uses a brush or pencil to draw sigils in the air. Again, not much personality.

Galleon - MLP griffon, a bit cocky. Has quick claws and surprisingly good flight control for a non-pegasus. Has a good nose for finding legal means to keep his omnivorous diet - or at least keeping out of trouble with the illegal means.

Razzle - size-shifting Salazzle, and Dazzle's twin. Rarely uses her pheromones, but does have a bit of an ego (doesn't take it out on people directly, but she's no stranger to an "everyone will be mine!" villain soliloquy). Has basically no sex drive. Possibly ace?

Dazzle - size-shifting shiny Salazzle, and Razzle's twin. Basically the stereotype of a horny, enthralling Salazzle. Envies Razzle a little since Razzle doesn't rely on pheromones to get people to like her.

Wendy - friendly lemon shark (has stripes tattooed on her back for the "tiger shark" joke), works at an aquarium as a show diver (hops in to feed the fish and give relevant facts to visitors over the speakers). Occasionally picks up a side gig as a moat shark for a villain, or rescues shipwreck survivors as a hobby - though she does first ask if they'd rather she eat or save them.

Cerise - Velociraptor pack leader (Jurassic Park style raptor), marked by a dark red stripe down her snout and back. Able to read English, and takes great pleasure in outsmarting humans, often fatally.

[dzamie]

I don't draw them, but if I did:

Sylvia (I really need to give my Sylvias last names to differentiate them)

Rekus

Rinta, or Sylvia (the other Sylvia) (but s/hamburger/strawberry)

...Eris?

there is no intersection between [characters physically capable of sweating] and [characters who physically exert themselves].

most of my dragons and Cloaken Dagger. Sel'riss and Sleek never wear footwear either, but that's because neither of them have feet.

HM. Surprisingly not Dzamie, who avoids it to show off.

Fundamental types of OCs who are literally just standing there:

The one where you know without evidence the artist routinely draws this character sporting a two-foot boner

The one where you know without evidence the artist routinely draws this character absolutely beat to shit

The one where you know without evidence the artist routinely draws this character eating juicy hamburgers

The one where you know without evidence the artist routinely draws this character doing meme faces

The one where you know without evidence the artist routinely draws this character, like, super sweaty

The one where you know without evidence the artist routinely draws this character with bare feet

The one where you know without evidence the artist routinely draws this character covered in someone else's blood

[dzamie]

favorite (non person) food and color of each guy?

heh

Uh, let's see...

Dzamie: probably a cold cut sandwich. yes, bread is technically mildly poisonous to katul. it's worth it. plus he's built different. favorite color is green

HM: if "fresh corpses" still count as people, probably steak. ideally a bloody one. favorite color is also green

Dream: blue carrots. favorite color is pink

Kenneth: chicken alfredo. favorite color is red

Sylvia (dragon): STRAWBERRIES!!! she loves them. favorite color is... probably like an iridescent black. don't tell Sleek; the hesitant courting is cute

Sleek: whatever she can kill. favorite color is the gold of Sylvia's scales

William: chana masala. favorite color used to be light blue, is now light pink

Vanille: mango smoothies. favorite color is probably black or silver, but she hasn't thought on it much

Rekus: roast chicken. favorite color is red

Sinera: dark chocolate. favorite color is orange

Eris: lol. lmao, even

Rinta and Kassar: beef stew. favorite colors are the light blue of Azurel's scales

Sylvia (panther): bagel with lox and schmear. yes, bread is technically mildly poisonous to katul. but you're not a very good alchemist if a little poison gets in your way. favorite color is green.

Wendy: salmon, ideally fish she caught herself. favorite color is blue-green

[dzamie]

Who’s in relationships with Who?

Oh man, eventually I need to draw them all and do a proper, like, conspiracy-board shipping chart. But let's start with:

Dzamie, HM, Dream: polycule, open relationship

Dzamie, HM: rider and dragon, a la Eragon and Saphira. Trust each other with their lives in a heartbeat.

William, Vanille: couple, also work partners

Sleek -> Sylvia: crush

Dzamie, [Dream, Sylvia, occasionally Vanille]: he helps them through heat. Most others die. He'd probably help Sleek if she asked, but she's more fond of taking victims.

Dzamie, Kenneth: rivals/frenemies (they still try to kill each other from time to time)

Eris, Dzamie: deity and devoted follower

Eris, Dzamie: affectionate tormentor and victim

Azurel, VitAzurel den: dragon and kobolds

VitAzurel den: collectively, workplace friends with benefits. This includes Rinta and Kassar. It's a kobold thing.

Dzamie -> [Sel'riss, Azurel, Cloaken Dagger, Galleon, [classified]]: transformation personas, and/or alternate universe selves

Dzamie, Sinera: magic teacher and student

Dzamie, Rekus: swordplay/dracology teacher and student

Razzle, Dazzle: twins

[dzamie-oc]

Honestly, I think it really is just observation and practice. Like, I'm pretty aware that I'm still nowhere near my aspirations, but the only two differences between this (Oct 2018)

and this (Mar 2022)

are a more conscious emphasis on longer, smoother lines over quick, rough dashes... and a bit over 3 years of intermittent, inconsistent practice. (well, the second one is colored digitally, but the lines are still on a regular, physical drawing notebook)

And you can tell I'm less hesitant to draw interactions in the image, I go for more ambitious angles, and I have a better grasp on foreshortening (look at Kassar's left forearm vs Flygon's left upper arm).

I mean, it's not exactly night and day, but it's definitely progress! And IIRC, I think I spent more time on the first than the second, so I'm not comparing a quick sketch to a drawn-out, careful work.

...of course, as someone who scoffed at "just practice lmao" when I started drawing around 2016ish, I can't fucking stand that those people were right. How dare there be no silver bullet. I am unironically miffed.

How does one improve at art? I feel hopeless with it...

I FEEP HELPLESS TOO!!!! I’M 1 YEAR INTO DRAWING AND IM STILL NOT WHERE I WANT TO BE!!!! IF YOU FIND THE ANSWER PLEASE SHARE D’:

[dzamie]

What are the size extents of Rinta’s magic?

If something is between about 6 inches and 7 feet, she can change it to somewhere else in that range (though she's best at going all the way in either direction). Her effectiveness drops off sharply outside of those ranges, so if she's ever up against, say, a bear or a naga, she has to rely on other magic, and also Kassar.

Azurel let her try to shrink him once, and he suspects she managed to reduce his size by... maybe an inch?

[dzamie]

*gives a kiss on the snout/nose to every single one of your OCs (except maybe Kenneth, I dunno) because they are all beautiful, powerful.*

ooh, let's pick a few OCs, then

Dzamie: Purrs, returns a kiss on your snout, and drapes his arms over your shoulders. Ever the flirt.

HM: A nod. Maybe a small lick on the snout.

Dream: Smiles and pats you on the head. You seem too nice to ruin your face with a kiss.

Azurel: Returns a kiss on your snout. The tip of his tail flicks a little, if you can see it.

Sel'riss: Wraps you in one loose coil, hugs you, and flickers his forked tongue against your snout. He'll let you go if you already have other plans for... oh, the next hour or two.

Rinta and Kassar: EXTREMELY excited kobold yips. They approach to hug you but wait until invited to do so. At least one arm wraps around your upper inner thigh; while convenient for their height, this is definitely on purpose.

Vanille: Verbally thanks you, and blows a puff of sweet-smelling breath over you.

William: Claps you on the shoulder, grins, and calls you a friendly guy. Then tells you to please go stand at least ten feet away until he's finished this step of his lab test.

Sleek: Bites you! She is fond of flattery, though, so your temporarily-paralyzed body is left uneaten.

Sylvia (dragon): A surprised squeak, then flies up to your head to return the favor with a lick from snout to horns. Invariably asks if you'd mind her eating you (she is going to eat you for a little, regardless).

Let's stop there... for now, at least.

[dzamie]

"lizard is too racist to realize she’s being bullied " elaborate

Referencing "Describe your OC's story in the worst way" (feel free to send more of these in if curious)

Meet Rinta! Seen here in her preferred position in regards to... well, most people who aren't dragons or kobolds.

Rinta, like all other kobolds, is a dragon supremacist. Not as in "dragons ought to rule everything," but "a non-dragon is as capable of being overall better than a dragon as a granite slab is capable of safely catching an egg." As such, she generally considers Azurel the pinnacle of existence, shortly followed by every other dragon, and then a MASSIVE gap to find kobolds (including honorary kobolds) before a very small step down to just about everyone else.

While some kobolds, like Kassar, have a pretty solid grasp on "other people don't share your values, and it is often a waste of time to try to fix that," others, like Rinta, find it difficult to comprehend that some people don't like dragons or those associated with them. So, while she does consciously know that a group of fellow guild adventurers don't like kobolds, all the pranks they do "to really give her the dragon treatment (derogatory)" are interpreted by her as fantastically stupid people "trying their hardest to treat her like a little dragon (honorable):"

swapping her cooked beef cafeteria lunch for assorted raw meats and possibly a dead rat gets seen as helping her resist human influence on her diet in favor of normal kobold food

stealing off her clothes because it's not like dragons wear anything gets seen as an agreement with her own position; unfortunately there do seem to be laws around this so she does need those back, or at least someone's.

taking adventuring jobs she seemed interested in before she can gets seen as them helping her remember to delegate important tasks to her lessers

swinging a blade way too close because "whoops, Rinta, thought that was the world's smallest dragon" is just straight-up taken as a compliment on her appearance

Luckily for Rinta's life expectancy, the massive gap between dragons and everyone else overshadows the smaller "kobolds vs non-kobold non-dragons" gap to the point that it just manifests at feeling particularly proud whenever someone's at her or Kassar's mercy. And maybe a little bit of monologuing at her next snack or temporary dildo.

[dzamie]

/\ Would you vore your clone?

(directed at everybody, but if thats too much of a hassle then just HM)

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character! They have to 1) Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question, and 2) Answer that question.

Dzbold: "Eh... three? And no, I wouldn't put myself through that. For reference, though, anyone at three or higher would just say no if they weren't being forced to answer honestly. Except for Sleek, who would try to get you close enough to bite."

Dzamie: "Hmm... if it's just a clone rather than a copy, that's a 1 and a no - I try to avoid cannibalism when possible. A full copy, though... 2. I would if either of us were transformed to an easier form to eat or be eaten by. I know I'd go for it if I were him. Not like I'd die or anything."

HM: "1. No. Dragons aren't for eating."

Mistress Dreamwalker: "What HM said. There are far more fun things I'd do with my clone."

Kenneth: "Ten. Unlike those three, some of us do have a reputation of avoiding utter nonsense. Anyway, of course I wouldn't. I have no desire to look into the magic necessary to make it possible."

Vanille: "Uh... four? I can't think of a reason I'd want to, and I'm not sure if I'd be able to get her back out, so I'd feel bad..."

William: "Four as well, but only because of your choice of words. I don't think I'd get any useful enough info out of the experience to justify it against throwing the clone back up - and I find cannibalism abhorrent."

Sleek: "Eight. Come closer when you ask that; you're a bit out of my strike range. But yes, I would - any so-called clone of mine who I can catch isn't worth leaving uneaten."

Sylvia (dragon): "In a heartbeat."

Sylvia (katul): "Four if we're not friends and I haven't invited you to my workshop. One otherwise. As for my answer... what do you mean, 'would'?"

Sel'riss: "...two. I would, but it wouldn't be a show. Actually, wait, I could frame it as a fight against an alternate version, and... okay, yeah, that could be a fun time."

Cloaken Dagger: "Seven. If I did, it would be in service of faking my own death, not for pleasure. Changelings don't taste very good."

Eris: "Hold on, let me finish my bowl of tiny Erises. What was the question?"

Fyoor: "Ten. You would insult a god with such a juvenile request? Do you see me as some harlot with which to fill your mind with filthy thoughts? No, no, a thousand times no. Now fuck off and I might let you survive the night."

Azurel: "Five. Just once, to see if I could. I'd let him return the favor, of course."

Rinta: "Four, and n- oh, wait, you just said 'vore,' not 'eat?' Ooh, I bet my tail would feel wonderful squirming around between my legs..." (Cloaken Dagger: "I would like to amend my answer in light of miss VitAzurel's analysis.")

Kassar: "One. No. To eat a dragon is heretical, and a kobold, while distant, is still too close for comfort."

Rekus: "I'm pretty sure I would die. Three. No."

Sinera: "Nine. No. Dzamie passed on his magic knowledge, not his fetishes. Why are most of you all so calm about this?"

Galleon: "Two. No. I might die, and I'd certainly not enjoy myself. So why would I try it?"

Smugleaf: "Nine, unless I've eaten you before, in which case four. I think I would swallow my clone, after entrusting her with my ball. Serperior are rare prey, and I wouldn't pass up the opportunity."

Dazzle and Razzle: "Nine." "Two." "I would make a fantastic vibrator for myself, and fill my pussy up just the right amount." "...what she said."

Ji-Lun: "Six. I dare not, for fear of my clone's selves having an unexpected interaction with my own. But if my safety were guaranteed... yes, if only out of curiosity."

Wendy: "Four. Yeah, sure. I can probably fit myself, and it's not like I don't eat plenty of fish elsewise."

Cerise: "Food is food. I would avoid killing a fellow of my group if I could, but if the scenario is not my choice, I would not hesitate. Of course, I don't swallow my prey whole; does that change what my answer would be? Oh, uh, one."

Dzbold: "Ugggghhhhh..... why did I think doing so many of them was a good idea...?"

[dzamie]

If haven't done yet ♒

whoops, how long's this been in here

Cooking/Food Headcanon! Since you didn't specify any fandom/characters, I'll give you the canon for a few of my OCs

Dzamie: Really good at cooking meat over a fire, makes excellent omelettes. If you give him a recipe and ingredients he can probably make it. Hardly a master chef, but certainly competent. Takes pride in being able to cook human well, though tends not to make those dishes when he has a human over. Kinda gauche, dontchaknow.

HM: Doesn't believe in cooking food. Considering how often his food is alive when he eats them, that's probably for the best.

Dream: Surprisingly proficient at vegan dishes for a dragon. Though, tends to come out too sweet. She maintains that this is on purpose. Cooks on a heated stone slab, is quite passionate that cast iron is a dumb fad. Likes to sneak her home-grown blue carrots into things - they're hypoallergenic and don't break any diets, but do create "side-effects" consistent with what you'd expect from a dragoness who's memorized that "Timmy Turner, I'm Dougsdale Dimmadaledimmsmadaledimmadome" YTP.

Eris: There is no "safe" way out of this situation. Best to politely eat the food she offers and hope the chaos deity is at least somewhat benevolent in her toying. Chances are it'll at least taste good - and if it doesn't, that's probably the extent of her fun.

Rinta and Kassar: Decent enough at making foraged and hunted ingredients into something edible. Though, as kobolds, they have a wider definition of "edible" than most. If you give them quality ingredients, Kassar will warn you that it'll probably taste better to just eat raw. Rinta will not admit this, but she's no better.