Tag: dragons

owlgirl1998:

ll-eucalypse:

life-of-a-teenaged-freak:

stepchildofthesun:

weretaire:

baby dragons that sleep in your fireplace and roll about in the soot and the ash trying to get comfortable on burning logs, screeching loudly whenever people walk by or when more logs need to be added to its roost and not stopping until content again

baby dragons with wings that are disproportionate to their bodies until older but nonetheless stubbornly trying to pick themselves up off the ground by running and aggressively flapping and managing to only get a few feet off the ground for a few seconds before crash landing

baby dragons that haven’t been exposed to priceless things such as gems and gold pieces and instead infatuate themselves with other unusual shiny things — like silverware, brass clocks, instruments, and pots and pans

baby dragons who get cold in the winter and crawl up into their caretaker’s clothing (almost always while said clothing is being worn) and curl up as tight as possible and begin to make sounds similar to content purring as they sleep

baby dragons making whiny hungry bird noises until they’re fed

baby dragons being afraid of the family cat for a while until after a few days the cat wanders up to the sleeping pile of scales and fire and curling around them for a nap in the sunshine

baby dragons stealing the shiny car keys and chewing on them

baby dragons gently nibbling on the jewelry of their favorite people- and not so gently with people they don’t like

baby dragons blowing tiny puffs of smoke out their noses when they snore

baby dragons using the cat’s scratching post

baby dragons wearing tiny saddles with knight-in-shining-armour action figures riding on their backs

baby dragons roasting mini marshmallows mid-air when you toss them before eating them

baby dragons hiding on top of bookshelves and cabinets when they don’t want to go to the vet

baby dragons having to be trained to shed the soot and ash from the fireplace before climbing into bed w/ their owner (If you scratch them at the base of the spine just above the tail their scales rustle and vibrate)

baby dragons having to learn a proper hoard size, collecting everything they can (silverware, trinkets) until they have enough items and enough quality items to be picky and choosy, ending up with a main hoard and ‘spills’ of subpar items that are cast aside, piles of outgrown and inferior treasures

baby dragons on shoulders wrapping their tails around their owners arms for comfort and curiosity, isosceles tip tapping with interest at knuckles and figures to see what’s going on

baby dragons winding around ankles like cats

baby dragons hypnotizing birds, lizards, mice, other small animals, playing with them and play-hunting

baby dragons playing with fire, blowing gently on candles to make them flicker and then huffing them out, attempting to relight them, bringing small items to toast and light aflame (its considered wise to let them play with fire to learn discipline and how it works before they can produce it at will)

baby dragons using their claws and teeth on scratching posts and wood furniture, but also scratching their scales against rough surfaces, abrading treetrunks and scratching against table corners

baby dragons purring and rumbling and it sounding almost like metal grinding

baby dragons swallowing stones to help digestion and grind up food, baby dragons spitting out little owl pellets of fur and bone cause they cant pass them yet

baby dragons curling up with each other and getting tangled up and their spikes and scales hooked together while sleeping

baby dragons ❤

@nyodrite highly relevant and very important

Prompt(if ur taking them) : dragon bf is super protective and concerned about you going in for surgery for your disabled leg, and tries to carry you away while you’re sleeping. You wake up on top of a mountain.

dateamonster:

The first thing you’re truly aware of waking up is that this is decidedly not the hospital room you fell asleep in. In fact, as you soon become aware, this isn’t the hospital at all, nor is it your house or any place you recognize for that matter.

You wish you could say this is the first time you’ve woken up in a cave, groggy and disoriented. At least this time you’re fairly certain it’s not your fault. There’s a warm gust of air at your back, like you’ve curled up next to an open vent. You roll over and come face-to-snout with none other than the twelve feet of ornery lizardflesh that has inserted himself into your life.

Not that you’re necessarily complaining, though at the moment you think you have a right to. You’re newly post-op, still a little drugged up, and not at all fit for the conversation you’re about to have.

The dragon tilts his head so that his eye meets yours as you unplaster your face from the (surprisingly clean) cave floor. The blanket from the hospital is still wrapped snug around you, so that’s another awkward trip you’re gonna have to make when your caring captor opts to set you free.

“Why?” you ask with as much feeling as a single word can express.

He sniffs, almost indignant. Oh so this is how it’s gonna be. “The purpose of your stay was to fix your leg. Your leg is fixed, so I saw no reason you should remain any longer.”

You drag a hand over your face. “That’s not really how it works, babe.”

“They were poisoning you. You would not wake.”

“I wasn’t being poisoned, I was being medicated.” Oh, how to explain this in a way he would understand. “When humans are sick or injured, it’s beneficial for them to rest and heal, you know? The doctors at the hospital gave me medicine so I wouldn’t be in pain after the surgery and that medicine also made me sleep.“

“You would not wake,” the dragon repeats insistently. A growl slips into his voice and, more surprising still, a hint of worry. “Anything could have happened and you would’ve been unable to defend yourself.”

“Yeah, anything like being kidnapped by a dragon.” Still you allow him to drop his head into your lap and make a big show of cozying up to you, the closest thing to a real apology you’ll probably get from him. “I didn’t mean to scare you, but you gotta trust me sometimes. I know what I’m doing. At least when it comes to human stuff.”

“I wasn’t scared,” he grumbles as a massive tail glides across the cave floor and wraps protectively around you. “I was concerned. Reasonably so. But I concede. I… trust you, and I will return you to your healers if that’s what you think is best.”

Well, yeah, you should at least go back and let them know what happened to you- that is, you should make up a story to explain what happened to you. But you will need time to come up with something believable so…

“I do, and you will, but later.” You curl up and rest your head on the curve of your lover’s long neck, breathe in the subtle scent of salt and stone and pine, preferring it greatly to the suffocating atmosphere of antiseptic that you’d come to know intimately over the past couple days.

He repositions his head again and after a moment you realize that he is attempting to listen to your heartbeat while you rest. Not afraid, but concerned, you think to yourself with a self-satisfied hum. You consider commenting on it, and in time you probably will, but for now you let it slide. Blame it on the meds.

cute sfw dragon things

draconiks:

  • dragons are, in a word, extreme, and often live in places that reflect this. hope you’re not afraid of heights cause you’re about to be carried to the peak of a mountain. why does the dragon like it here? they won’t say.
  • speaking their native tongue to you 
  • okay we. we talked about you hoarding shiny things, i know the water is reflective and is SUPER shiny but you can’t catch it, i’m sorry. it’s not gonna work–no i’m not drowning please don’t jump in, no ple
  • getting SO god damn wiggly when you bring them a well prepared meal cause they’re so used to either raw food or overly charred/frozen food. and when you season it? they’re just fucked up. 
  • tails wiggling before they strike prey like leopard geckos, or their pupils getting super big at night (and when they see you/get happy). aka adorable. 
  • turning their heads like dogs do when they hear cute noises from you (laughing, crying, etc). trying to find the source of this noise. involves poking, nibbling, sniffing and confused/startled growls. 
  • falling asleep in your lap even though they. they can’t fit. 
  • letting you put flowers in their scales 
  • being fascinated with your hair and playing with it, nuzzling into it and nibbling at it. gets absolutely heartbroken when they realize it can hurt if they tug on it so they’re extremely careful and gentle.
  • extremely tough predators. top of the line, nothing can bring them down. strike fear into the heart of absolutely everything; all fangs and claws and death. around you? giant puppies.
  • carrying you through the sky at night where you can see the stars and aurora borealis so close it feels like you can touch them
  •  consequently, the dragon falling in love with you so deeply because of how happy they can make you, and how happy you make them.

mildswearingat4am:

writing-prompt-s:

The world’s tiniest dragon must defend his hoard, a single gold coin, from those who would steal it.

Suggestion: The dragon’s definition of “steal” is somewhat loose. It still allows the coin to be used and bartered and change hands–but on one condition: the dragon must be with it at all times.

They become a familiar sight in the marketplace.

“Here’s your change, ma’am. One gold piece.” The merchant holds out a palm, on top of which rests a tiny, brilliantly colored creature clutching a single gold coin.

“That’s a dragon,” you say dumbly. “One piece… and a dragon.”

“Yes.”

You cautiously reach out and attempt to take your change. You tug. It holds. You tug harder. The dragon lets loose a tiny, protective growl.

“Ma’am–no, ma’am, you have to take the dragon, too.”

“Sorry?”

The seller notes your dubious expression. “Not from around here, are ya?” They shrug. “Them’s the rules. Take the coin, take the dragon.”

They wait expectantly. Wondering how the world has so suddenly gone mad, you slowly, slowly hold out your hand.

The dragon perks right up. It scampers from their palm to yours with the coin clamped in its jaws and scales your sleeve with sharp little claws.

“Have a nice day, ma’am,” the merchant says. “Spend him soon, now, you hear? At another booth, if you can. He likes to travel.”

From its perch upon your shoulder, the dragon lets out a happy trill.