Red dragon - Blog Posts
Red roses, red door
red red roses in the garden
fuzzy red dragons in a garden
Crossover of two flames. One from Wings of Fire and another is from Spyro: A Hero's Tail and Shadow Legacey and who becomes incredible popular in many fan works and often nicknamed "The Red Spyro" 💙
Character who will be featured in some stories and artworks. She is heroic and passionate adventurer. Her appearance and personality quite inspired by Cynder in Spyro. And no, she is not Avalanche seen in the books and they're not related in any way, only belonging to one tribe and living in one time.
Random sketch with random anthro character, i just have in mind. I playing stealth-based character in RPGs with similiar expression. Especially when you're close to take some artifact or rare item ^^
I drew it last night, I don't even remember what I was thinking, I can only remember the moment when I drew the hair on his chest and thought, "wow, what a cool pencil." (˘ŏ_ŏ)
I swear, I spent most of the book waiting for Hannibal to just start calling Will.
I was trying to figure out how I see the bookish Hannibal. I like that he is described as small and very flexible, like a rod, but at the same time I like a rounded stocky figure too much, so I tried to combine it somehow in my head. And the fact that he had six fingers on his left hand was so random, haha
I finished reading "the red dragon" a few hours ago, and I love the scene where Francis talks to the Dragon.
“Well, Clarice - have the lambs stopped screaming?”
some clarice starling icons!
i included my two favorites since i haven’t seen the clarice tv show yet (i plan to, though!)
(via "Historical Fantasy Dragon and Old King Face" iPhone Case for Sale by RAZ1995)
(via "dragon face prince face in half with motivation quoat" Zipped Hoodie for Sale by RAZ1995)
Dragon Vampire Dream
Dreamed it was Valentine's Day and I was shopping at the store for a present for my mom. I looked up at a clock and it was later than I thought, already past 3. I was surprised it was so late but I thought okay, I'll get there by 4. I checked out my groceries and as I was exiting the store, there was some announcement and people were saying you'd be able to see people for who they were on the inside, on the outside. Also, while I'd been shopping, I'd been feeling so light that I'd started levitating and people noticed. Then on my way out a little group of people were circled around something on the floor saying, "Oh look, it's opening!" and such and, "Look, a portal!"
I looked and there was what looked like red plasma paint, about a foot circle, swirling, opening and closing a bit, on the concrete floor.
It looked pretty awesome.
Then I looked up and saw a man whose face changed into a red dragon. That meant he wasn't a good, nice respectable person, but scary on the inside, like violent, and drugs and gangs, selfish and impulsive. It was the inner person being seen on the outside.
The shade of red of the dragon face mirrored the shade of the portal. Everyone's face changed and happy people, some looked like pumpkins, big and grinning, and some just looked nice. Everyone was having fun!
I said, "hello," to the nice people and wondered what my face looked like.
There had also been an announcement that they were having a Week of Dinosaurs in the city. They were going to release several species of dinosaur, both herbivore and omnivore, and see who survived, kind of like reality TV.
I left the store and only just got to the parking lot, when a huge red dragon came up from behind the store, flying. I wasn't scared or alarmed, but felt I should get to the car with my grocery bag and think of heading out.
By the time I reached the car and put my bag in it, there was a large number of dinosaurs coming from behind the store, and everywhere creating havoc. I felt they would disperse to the city soon and then I could get out more safely, so I went back into the store to wait out the stampede.
There was chaos in the store by then, little groups of the good faced being hunted by little groups of the dragon faced. There was a group of good faced I found who were trying to survive, but soon they were scrambling to find an exit. I was running too, and we couldn't find an open door. The ones there were, were locked, and we couldn't get through. We'd split into smaller groups of two or three, desperately searching for an exit.
Finally, I found a way out, and made it back to my car. I'd left the door wide open after I'd stowed my grocery bag inside, in shock from the dinosaur stampede. I closed the open door and got in on the driver's side, relieved to be safe, and looking forward to getting out of there soon. I put the key into the ignition and turned it. Nothing happened. I tried and tried but it was no use. The battery had died because the door was left open, which kept the car's lights on. I felt I had no choice but to go back in the store. Scary dragon faced people surely must be better than huge flying dragons and carnivorous dinosaurs with gigantic, razor sharp teeth. So I went back into the store, again once inside, being hunted, and eventually trapped, and caught.
I'd run all the way to the furthest end of the store, down a narrow corridor, where I'd thought there was sure to be an exit. There were some panels, like vertical window curtain panels, made of dark material, that made me think there might be a door. I investigated the panels hoping to find a door behind one, but no luck. The last panel at the end, however, was larger than the others, and there was enough space behind it to hide myself fully. I pulled my toes in to make sure they couldn't find me. It was an excellent hiding spot, if they hadn't know I'd come down that dead-end corridor.
It only took a few moments for them to find me, and one of them, their leader I guess, pulled me out. There were too many to fight and no where left to run, so I just surrendered.
They took me to the main area of the store again. I got a better look at the one who captured me. I noticed he had spiky reddish hair and tattoos with some odd numbers. He was pale, like most redheads, but I noticed for the first time, that he was pale to the point of being sickly. There were dark circles around his eyes and he seemed weak, feverish, sweat on his skin.
Well, I didn't have to wait too long to known my fate with the little group.
He opened a small switch-blade and began cutting my wrist. He had a strange way of doing it, barely grazing the skin, so as to weaken it, like scratching the surface. He didn't cut too deep. More for later, I thought. He finally cut enough to draw blood, and this he put to his lips. He looked so pale and sick that I felt pity and he seemed very happy to get any blood he could manage from the tiniest of wounds.
At that moment, dinosaurs broke from all directions into the store, attacking the dragon vampire group with a vengeance. They scattered, as did I, and I didn't see what happened to them, but I managed to get out.
I had no car and no where safe to go, no route to follow, so I just started walking. I met no deadly dinosaurs on the trip. I stuck mainly to side streets, and I did come across some herbivorous dinosaurs who were epically cute and even somewhat cuddly.
One pretended to be carnivorous but he wasn't.
I'd found a little group to travel with, and we'd found a building to investigate. Everyone was interested in getting food, logically they thought they'd need it. Some asked me why I wasn't taking food, and I didn't have the heart to tell them there'd be plenty of food around after everyone had killed each other off. But, at the moment I'd come to a restroom and I thought maybe I could use some toilet paper and appease the group with this offering, at least a roll, and I could use one for myself. So I began unrolling a roll, but it was mildewy, so I found two more fresh ones.
At that point there was a knock on the stall. Thinking it was one of the group, I opened it and there was this blue dinosaur guy standing there. He seemed threatening but I wasn't sure what type he was. He seemed to be intimidating me, testing me to see what I'd do. He lunged a bit and so I wrapped my hands around his neck, forcing him back. His head changed a bit, becoming more carnivorous looking. He had two friends with him, blue guys like him and at this point they stepped in. They were a kind of shape shifter, nicer to me than the first. I told them he'd been attacking me and they were like, "Oh well," and he kept trying to intimidate me so I held onto his neck. To this, he squirmed a bit and then his whole body, which had originally been human-size, shrunk into only a 1-2-foot-size body. I then tossed him over my shoulder and that was the end of that.
We had a bit of a party that night, and more groups of survivors joined together to dance and play music. There was even a gypsy violinist girl who I got to meet and hear play but she left after a little while. Then I woke up.
You know how those cheese wheel snacks come covered in wax? This is what I made this tiny guy out of! He's shiny and red and kinda hard to see. Oh well! Sure is cute to me.
