#the wyvern

[weavingmemoir]

Something in the pit of his stomach.

His mouth tastes of energonironsulfurcopper and he hates it hates it hates it. There is blood on his mouth, he knows it, but he cannot identify what it could belong to. His spark spins and spins and his chest becomes so hot that Shadow weaver thinks he might spasm, that his spark might melt through his chest and just like that he will be gone.

Gone. Such a simple word, cursed word. Lost, Forgotten, Dead, Gone. Shadow growls. Closes his mouth for a second, tries to stop it from coming, but his mouth is flooded once again by the taste of energonironsulfurcopper and it is followed by another stream of a mixture of liquids and fuels that fall to his feet and makes a mess of his floor, his carefully polished feet.

He looks at himself in the mirror. Looks, really looks. Bright red optics in the verge of collapse, struggling to stay on and struggling to not be so damn bright. Shadow struggles, his claws ruin the mirror and he adds to the many scratches on it and now its bent and hanging on by a lifeline. It doesn't matter, because he's forgotten and someone's gone and he can't remember who is gone, so he bites down onto his lip until he can feel a wound there, until he licks and he tastes energon and a hint of something else. The two senses, touch and taste, and third, sight. He can't bother to think of the others, can't remember and doesn't care to remember, not like he cares to remember someone who is gone and is never coming back and who was only ever alive in his memory, a memory that is GONE and he is DEAD and, and, and.

A grunt, a pathetic attempt at hiding a sob, the loud noise of his claws digging into glass and breaking it halfway as he allows himself to fall to the floor. He can see a hint of pink, at the corner of his vision. He comes to visit Shadow, when he is like this, and only when he is like this. Yet he never shows his face. The memory never allows itself to be seen. Right there, but not quite.

The floor under him seems to tremble gently. It is comforting, in a strange way. The memory steps closer, and Shadow can see his face if he strains but his optics are failing him and everything is so blurry and what's the point of taking off his visor when he knows his vision will always forsake him? The memory is close enough that Shadow can smell the fresh dirt, the sulfurcopperironenergon-- and he passes out.

[annafollies]

dream dragon 🌌

[acorviart]

revealing smoke

my piece from a while ago for the 13 Days Advent, a halloween-themed advent calendar

[whereserpentswalk]

Reblog to receive the transformation. Like to upgrade your power.

[moldspace]

playing around with an older form but giving it a new texture and glaze. it's interesting trying to translate the forms i usually underglaze into textured glazed forms. they need to be treated quite differently and don't always want to make the switch

[rwyvernarts]

At the birth of worlds and at the end of days, the Original One watches all the same.

[cosmopoliturtle]

Rathalos - King of the Sky

[lylahammar]

Goin back to my roots 🥰 I learned how to draw by drawing dragons as a kid! I've been wanting to design some of my own interpretations for a long time, and I finally got around to it while avoiding working on my portfolio 😂 thanks ADHD

[yellydany]

Commission for @irazel ! Really love how this one came out! Was very fun to design a flying fish/shark inspired dragon 🐉🌊🐟 (not to mention dragons are my favourite!)

[weavingmemoir]

Bad movie enjoyer

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

FLAYED KHEZU

by Romeck

[acorviart]

new 4x6" prints!

shop update on june 15

[dracononite]

🌌 ✦ to the stars ✦ 🌌

[queallow-artblog]

Some smaugust prompts

[helenetart]

I wanted to try painting a Rathalos from Monster Hunter. I'm unsure if I tried painting one in the past, but I feel like this one helped me learn a lot with layering watercolors. This painting ended up being many many layers of trusting the process, which I feel helped me understand a bit more about my approach to layers with watercolors. I still have plenty to learn, but I feel happy seeing some improvement.

I think he turned out better than the Lavasioth, and I'll probably end up painting more.

Daniel Smith/Mijello Mission Gold watercolors Prismacolor Pencils Cold press watercolor paper 140lb, approx 5x7* (I think, though the paper weight might be different.)

[rwyvernarts]

patrolling the station