A commission for @heatseekerdiin.bsky.social of their character Jinsash.

A silly mini comic comm for the wonderful @heatseekerdiin.bsky.social , who wants to spread tidbits of lore in fun ways with his dragons. Did you know Dnd copper dragons have more powerful legs than other metallics that allow them to jump higher and bigger distances? xD

Why must a red try to sneak into my lair. Why must he tempt me with challenging words and defiance. Why is he... Aroused by frustration? WHY IS ANOTHER RED HERE, DID YOU HAVE TO SHOVE HIM THROUGH MY STUFF!? NOW YOU'RE FUCKING, THE SMALL ONE WON'T SHUT UP!.. Fine, I'll silence him... Damned reds.

I don't think much of my looks, feeling that I'm some amalgamation of white and bronze features, but one mentioned their awe at the iridescence of my scales. It was a small thing from a small creature, but it felt good. A scary feeling, lest I fall to narcissism, but good #dndart

"I know it is coming. One day, someday. I can smell it ever-faintly in the air. I know of the dwarf meat and their Aefarn, the House of Gold greed cult that walks beneath the land. My waxing power will raise this dead volcano and have their-no, MY wealth flow to my talons~ I can see it clearly~ #dnd

Kobolds; so small, so few. Once foundations are built, discipline set, and defenses optimized, I open the springs. A place of solace, relaxation in privacy behind closed walls where the reputation and face one must maintain in the greater world can melt away. Time to address them

Able to visually displace her body, she has a habit of playing pranks others would find too risky. She told me of an upcoming plot; make her phantom self appear tied up. Whoever touches the illusion ends up rope-bound instead. I can imagine her peeking and snickering already. I won't say my thoughts

Being a hybrid brings unique issues normal dragons don't experience. I have the cold touch (and sex drive) of a white but lack the immunity to it. The mistclaw spell is a good workaround, using the hot spring steam and mimicking my own jerking movement. Another dragon's better, but still, relief~

Loud, proud, bright, and burning, Ryxmaugendeem is exactly what I'd expect of an accomplished red. He is true to his kind; overwhelming dominating might, magical items, spells innate and learned that hone his flame and prowess. Lucky for the small-folk he is content hunting his lands. #dnd

I could think of few reasons one would want Vincvalos dead but the good she provides in her domain outweighs all negative. In the event her pranks and prattle brings her to blows, she has a number of skill both innate and harnessed to bring things in her favor. She'll be fine~

"Look at the gnoll meat fleeing for their miserable lives. Perfect for a favored spell; firetrail. So simple yet beautifully destructive; merely fly over your target as the fiery droplets descend from your wings, drifting down to the world below. Everything is set alight, burned as it should be~"

When I bring a guest to my springs and pursue their utmost comfort, I seek no repayment despite being a dragon of equality. I thought nothing of the offer to join my friend in the private springs, all the offer of service all the more striking. A luxury offer I couldn't decline~

A mockery that those lesser, human-fetishistic silvers live in similar regions as reds, moreso when they think they're equals in strength. When one was found nearby, Ryx was excited to get in a fight, and disappointed they sought parley "diplomacy". Seeing an opportunity, Ryx's terms were thorough~

Sweet sky and stone... What in the hells is this little entity proclaiming? Why would he or I eat grass and various plants? What a strange two-legger... (drawn by) @tazatail.bsky.social you will have to speak up, your foreign concepts perplex me.

Two copper dragons meeting tends to escalate into verbal sparring and prank wars. When Vincvalos beheld another copper who, though an aged peer was "hilariously small", she HAD to stick around. Think of all the pranks they could trade and achieve! What better way than a dinner date between ladies.

When the needs of a fine ness overlap with yours, why would any dragon resist indulging in some cravings. With durable hide, strong muscles, and sleek serpentine form paired with lustful pants, clinching rear, and eager maw, how could I not give her 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 I have~

My buddy @tazatail.bsky.social keeps sleeping in discord calls for... Some reason, so when I see him in there in the morning I like to wake him. Since my voice is draconically deep, it seems to conjure quite the image. After waking and greeting him to the day one time, he ended up making this

Timing perfect, prank set, she was in position. Rain made the paths muddy; with a grassy illusion masking it all she watched low and dilated like a prowling cat until a traveler fell for it, slipping and sliding, slathered in mud. She'll clean them up, at least, when she can quell her own laughter.

"The desolate planes of the Stonelands are just that, desolate! While the dry planes and rocky canyons are perfect for ME, there are too many sad, tired faces passing through. With a bit of polymorph, mold earth, and effort I can give travelers a brightened smiling face where they least expect it!"

Some call them skull or swamp dragons, we call them vuthadarax; black dragons are well known to be acid-spitting vile malicious forces with a love for cruelty. Given their torturous tendencies, best hope death is quick, lest your suffering and death rattles be savored and mimicked to lure in others

North of my territory in the Turnback Mountains, it's hard to NOT see the blazing red and tiger-striped wyrm burn through the sky. He's the archetype of a red; powerful, vain, greedy, dominant, and prideful to a fault. Reeking of sulfur and pumice, burned-metal blue edging his wings, I'd keep away.

It was not long ago I encountered the quite whimsical visage of a copper dragon. True to her nature she delights in playful mischief and pranks. Using a polymorph enchanted scarf she assumes the form of her half-elf persona, Resona, and interacts with the small-folk posing as a wandering geologist.

While I myself don't have exotic interest, I know many a dragon that do. The little-folk though... They defy nature and logic with their wants. We can smell when one is aroused and it can make for... Very awkward situations. I have to watch what I say, threat can be invitation to the more depraved.

Be they called orn darastrix, a shield dragon, or simply the silver, these petrichor-scented wyrms equal to reds are perhaps the most well known and popular among small-folk. From hatching they can walk upon and interact with clouds as if they were solid or snow. One could be above you now!

I traveled far in my youth, driven by wanderlust and a need to leave my hatching land. I didn't know what I sought but the moment I saw that distant glint I was charmed. Endless shimmering water, the salty scent, the crunch of sand beneath claw. Of course I'd stay, actual personal choice or not.

Nothing but awful memories come to any dragon at the thought of the now ended dracorage mythal, compelled by the king-killer star comet to come together and attack with increasingly reckless abandon and insanity. Can read the story on the FA post furaffinity.net/view/56198656/

While we're here, might as well explain the glow! With the tapetum lucidum and the brightness of our eye growing with age, they naturally glow! The 2 eyelids that prevents sun blindness also filters that glow! Intimidating if I open both and conjure ice like this don't you think?

Commission completed for the amazingly wonderful @heatseekerdiin.bsky.social!! Our Copper dragon ladies are having a wonderful lunch date and chatting about who-knows-what mischief they get themselves into! Better heed caution when passing by~ Thank you so much for commissioning me!

A bit of an anatomy lesson for you; many don't get to see a dragon's eye up close that's focusing on far away things. Along with the 4 eyelids and double lens, we ALSO have a second iris behind the first. Can rotate it 90 degrees like an aperture for accurate depth perception.

"5 feet 7 inches hm? Probably just a bit above average for my age I'd say. I'm no full blown big-dick white dragon but I guess hybrid vigor is good for something, ha!" Get curious as to just how you measure up? Nothing a bit of marked rope and a conjured icy claw spell can't fix.

It was during a private encounter with a green that I learned of roots that, though poisonous to nondragons, gives us mind-altering effects. While it made their social nature worse and caused me the game, it made me relaxed and pleased. Gives me a good excuse to use my large pipe of smoke monsters.

"What a good boy" "Let me pet you" So demeaning and degrading to me. Frost giants are renown for their dealings with white dragons, when not killing each other some will try to dominate and tame them into pets and hunting drakes. Almost became part of that statistic myself once...

We dragons are powerful; sturdy limbs to hold our size, brawny shoulders for our long necks, rippling wing joints to bring us aloft, important but hard to reach muscles. The heat of my springs soak past the scales, perfect for massaging the tight sore muscles of my sweet and wonderful friendly guest

POV: You're any DnD bronze dragon "Harvir noachi aujir! Ar-..*Arrenthisj*...V-..Vorellim harclax vethirthiski sjir arpotvych thricalae arharvirosvith!" "Greetings, dear bronze! I-..I had to say... Y-..You're beautiful please take my love letter sorry it's late goodbye!" He's struggling but trying!

The strong scent of petrichor, the sensation of building ozone, the dusk-shifting and storm darkening color of the clouds. An orb of pleasant breezes in my lair keeps my domain's weather clear but the feeling of soaring through turbulent clouds drives me out into the distant sky.

A drooling mess of thick sticky sap that webs between the slit and leaves strands from the tip to the ground can't be helped once I'm riled up. Not the most graceful of views but certainly the most grateful for enthusiastic company not afraid to get their claws slick and dirty.

It's weird looking back at my youth. Given the uncaring nature white dragons have for eggs and being the only 1 of 9 eggs to actually hatch, with no direction or name I could only copy those around me. I remember my 1st successful hunt; a silly stupid wyrmling in simple times.

When your job within the Celestial Bureaucracy is to be a "guardian of hidden places", there will be plentiful periods of solitude. Magic can help and while it still doesn't compare to the real thing, to be stroked, caressed, and explored in every way you will makes up for it~

It is lucky for them that I arrive to my meetings early, the remaining kobold would have died before letting my delivery be taken by brigands. Two kenku and an aarakocra. I hear their heartbeats, I sense their stress. I will find who among them slew the driver and enact justice; a life for a life.

The Moonsea Southeast of my domain was always a wonderful place to sate my fish craving, even if the coastal cities there are paradoxically gruff and terrible. The presence of an old bronze friend makes that waters even more vibrant and this time, something special caught my eye~

With Pan-Lung dragons being "guardians of hidden places", I guess it makes sense they wouldn't have the social tact to hide expressions of being absolutely done with anyone's shit. Sure she's older, longer, stronger, and probably smarter than I but... GET THAT LOOK OFF YOUR FACE!

It takes a lot for a dragon to reach adulthood, so many countless wyrms are taken out by beast or brother before they can make a name for themselves. To avoid the eye and ire of reputation, I label myself a typical white wyrm. Luckily, those who go forth with that underestimation learn far too late~

Well within the mountain range of my domain lay coves of hot springs pressed forth by the pressure beneath. An area of comfort and privacy seldom afforded in this stressful world. It is easy to extend my claw in invitation to those that value mutual respect and savor in the warmth with good company~

I'm told I have a relatively deep, rumbly, fittingly draconic voice myself. When I walk to another room while in a voice call however, it seems my voice ends up so tiny and small that I sound like a kobold. They laugh but even if I WERE small I will climb up and beat you down to my level! Watch out!

Crunching through the sands that boarder my domain was a little sable making impressive headway through the desert. It was inevitable that I made myself known, sharing the same oasis, but after cautious introductions and pleasantries I beheld foreign arcane arts of grand display!

Male white dragons specifically are the horniest of our kind, just my luck that I'm half of one. I ignore it but that heated need becomes too much eventually. I'm not immune to my own cold touch so handling it is a hassle. This lust-fogged mind wouldn't decline warm help however~

Living so far out of the way, it takes quite the effort to have messages sent to me. There's only one chance to make an impression, no additional information to provide upon my reception, best include enough to make crave engaging with you... SO WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP SENDING THINGS LIKE THIS?!

It is a curious sight, the flight of a lung dragon. They move as though a serpent; rippling and swaying through the sky thanks to an orb found within their skull. It's not too unlike the wings of a gold dragon now that I think about it, though their entire body is the wing.... Makes one wonder.

Being so tied to magical and elemental forces, we manifest many arcane abilities based on our type and personality. "Mage hand" was created by a gold dragon some time ago, now copied by humanoids. I came upon a caster who donned himself in ice in my youth and knew. If they can take spells, so can I!

It was a stalemate. With their spells and the once friendly battalion now charmed and hostile we were in deadlock. I needed something to close the distance with my unseen opposition. With the draconic art of animated breath however, I can imbue my breath with the symbolence of life to run them down