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.