Egg The Yolkster As A Dragon LI But Drawn A Bit Cleaner + Slightly More Thought Out Coloring

The dragon fisting game is called "A kiss from death" btw. Basically you play this immortal being that romances other immortal beings. You can do bdsm with a spider lady, fuck sentient armor, etc. It's pretty fun I recommend 8.5/10

Black wolf mpreg nation out ❤

WAIT IT'S FROM THAT GAME??? i never got into that game but i recognize it at least lmfao the more you know i guess, i'll have to play it at some point

to add on to the Kylar and Sydney scene in the library that I didn't share the first time around bc I didn't realize this was a scene ppl didn't know much abt

Sydney also gets edged via Kylar interception

uber old PC art from when i had first started playing the game

i miss him. i wonder where he is now, in the dimly lit backrooms of my nog

bonus pic from that same era of my art bc i miss drawing men like this. i need to study my old style and bring it back

also when i get to 69 followers i'll do one of those event things bc i find those fun

quick (relatively important) announcement

i uh. won't have the time to draw anything for this account for a while

long story short; I go to anime conventions in cosplays that I make myself, and I've got a couple coming up. I'm even a vendor at one of them, and I need to devote basically all my waking moments to sewing and putting together some stock to sell.

so i won't be back to drawing DoL art until early July at the best

i'll still be on Tumblr n whatnot ofc,, just. can't draw anything for my beloved sideblog

dragon pc doodles part 2 most of them have words this time so if u can't read my handwriting, all the written words are in the img descriptions (also read it left to right, up to down. classic english comic style)

one day I might do img descriptions properly but I promise nothing

Dragon PC + Whitney + comedy

I love bullying Whitney <3 they deserve every drop of my ire (i love Whitney)

Thanks for participating in my ask event! IDK if anyone picked up on it before, but I don't say the Dragon PC's name at all in writing. I only tend to refer to him as "the dragon" or just by "he." :) This is the second to last request! Almost done...

The event's ended by now, but I'll finish the current requests I've gotten!

Synopsis; bully gets bullied

Prompt: Dragon PC & Whitney (Comedy) / CW: forced cuddling, unsexy sitting on, Whitney gets called "it" once, cigarette consumption - Dragon PC = male, Whitney = GN (dice rolls) + bonus F! Bailey, GN! Sydney, F! Kylar, and GN! River (only mentioned)

Schooling the Uncouth

He tended to just ignore annoyances. Especially the ones that chased him around, trying to get something from him or out of him. He already had to deal with Bailey's weekly siege on his horde of gold, though she called it "paying rent." He wouldn't stand for total strangers that wanted his possessions or body parts, even if all they wanted was his tears bottled. But, he tended to at least tolerate the ones that only wanted something superficial. Like Whitney, who just wanted a pet dragon. It was odd, but their attempts at subduing a giant lizard were very funny, even to the lizard in question. He even began giving the fellow some of his claw trimmings or fallen fur tufts, and chuckling when Whitney shoved it in their bag before the dragon could think of taking it back. He wished Bailey was like that. If she were, then she wouldn't need a suit of armor just to steal away with a couple of shed scales.

He tended to go to the local school, though he wasn't properly enrolled—he was a dragon, so it's not like he had the legal documents for the human's public education system. He'd show up a little after classes had started in the morning, since that's when the least teachers were available to try and shoo him off the grounds, and peak his head around the building. Sometimes he'd press his face against the windows of the classrooms, namely from the outside, and watch as the students inside laughed at him and the teacher got upset at the class for being so easily distracted. Other times, he'd treat himself to their facilities—swimming in the pool, eating the leftover scraps from the lunchroom, napping in the rear courtyard, perching on the roof like a gargoyle, etc. Today, however, he decided to be a menace. He had to admit, he could be destructive when he got to be in a playful mood. So far, he'd terrorized that religious kid in the library by eating a book in front of them, and he even stole some pages out of a scraggly girl's sketchpad, though he regretted it when he saw that they were exclusively full of drawings of him. He decided she was a good artist, though, so he wouldn't get revenge. This time.

He poked his head inside a classroom door, unfazed when the teacher inside stopped mid-sentence and the students inside gasped. The class was already in session, and it looked like math from the equations on the board, but he didn't find anything special enough about the class to hang around. Just as he began to dip his head back out, he heard a familiar chuckle and stopped. It was Whitney, sitting at the back of the class and watching the dragon as it scrutinized the classroom. The teacher walked over to the dragon, their face pale as they tried to usher him out of the room without being within biting range, and he heard Whitney's laughter again. "C'mon, leave my pet alone, yeah? He goes where I go." They spoke up, their goons giggling to themselves as they held their phones up, just like they always did when he was around. They sure loved taking pictures and videos of him, though he couldn't blame them. He also quite liked dragons, especially the one in the mirror.

He huffed at the teacher and they froze up, even backing away when he squeezed past the door and entered the room. He walked over to the row of desks that Whitney and their gang was at, not bothering to close the door behind him. Their friends laughed and squealed when he got close, some even reaching out to pet him. "Hey, only I get to pet him, got it?" Whitney glowered at their group, and he glowered right back at the bully. He really didn't mind being pet. The kids at the orphanage did it literally all the time, excluding when he was busy fighting Bailey or any strangers that broke in. Not that anyone broke in often—at least not after the dragon's adult teeth grew in and more than a few went missing after a midnight run-in with him. Really, it's a miracle Bailey keeps coming back for more after all those hospital visits. The armor repairs have to be getting expensive by now.

The dragon lowered his head to Whitney, tempting them into petting the long fur around his neck like a lion's mane. They eventually did, running their fingers through it, only for him to headbutt them when he lowered his head enough for it. He also openly snickered at them from where they were sprawled out on the floor, cursing at him as they tried to sit up. Keyword try. He bit at their pant leg, dragging them across the floor and forcing them to choose between being pantsed by a dragon or getting dragged around by said dragon. Whitney chose to lose some dignity rather than a portion of their pride, and now he has a hostage to lug around the school by the hem of their slowly tearing pants.

He dragged Whitney out of the classroom, where the teacher had all but fainted and their friends hesitantly waved goodbye, and down the hallway. He only paused when his ass bumped into the doors that led outside, but brute forced them open with his tail and continued lugging his unwilling travel partner into the open grass of the school's backyard. Whitney bitched and complained, as per usual, and did so louder when their head bounced off of the steps that led down to the greenery. They also ungratefully whined as he raked them through the cool dirt and dewy grass. Once he was satisfied with their adventure together, he let Whitney go and looked down at them. They were all sorts of ruffled, obviously, and looked just as miffed. He snickered at them.

It was a nice day out. Partially sunny, comfortably warm, gentle breeze—perfect napping weather. So, he laid down in the grass and got cozy. He didn't mind that his pillow squirmed and spit obscenities, but he did mind that it lit up a cigarette to smoke while he was trying to sleep. He reached over and snatched the fucking thing out of Whitney's out mouth, chewing at it for a second before swallowing it. He met their dumfounded expression evenly, testing them, before laying back down. He also ate the next cigarette they tried to sneakily smoke before they gave up. Smoking kills, but he'd be fine. He's eaten worse.

the end ->w<- words : 1,106

congrats on getting the sex number of followers!! 🎉🎉 for the 69 followers requests, may i request 🍳🐉 + 🎪 (any gender is fine)? maybe them getting lost in the moors? but any scenario is good! love ur art and eggerton and most especially ur dragon series and dragon pc!! genuinely like one of the coolest concepts i've seen and i got to know about monster hunter dragons through ur blog. i hope u have a great day at con!!

I made it as comedic as I could but my sense of humor isn't so suited for written works so uh! maybe it's funny maybe it's not (i tried so hard for u)

Thanks for participating in my ask event! I'm going to add all of these to AO3 at some point in some master work but idk when I'll have that set up—probably sometime next week! :) ty for ur very thorough support btw pinipig!! i always love seeing the tags u add to some of my posts lol

The event's ended by now, but I'll finish the current requests I've gotten!

Synopsis; Dragon betrayed by seemingly innocent yolker

Prompt: Egg & Dragon PC (Comedy) / CW: technical kidnapping (dragonnapping?) - Egg = GN, Dragon PC = Male (dice rolls)

Dragged Yolks

He has had it up to here with this little neon sign of a human being. Egg was a walking miracle, given the amount of potentially deadly shit they got themselves in on a daily basis. Get offered a ride to someplace for free by a stranger? They hop on in without question! Given a random drink or snack? They just say an innocent "thanks!" and dig right in! The beast that's been watching over Egg is overworked and underpaid. Granted, it wasn't a job be had to do, but he'd feel bad if something happened the moment he looked away. So, therefore, he's had his keen eyes on the absent-minded fellow.

"Could you not?" The dragon frowned deeply as the human hung ornaments and tassels from his horns. It wasn't even holiday season—it was the smack middle of summer. He's almost impressed that they had things like that on hand. It would've been almost impossible to just buy at this time of year, though he supposed they could've just dug it all up from storage. "Oh, you can speak?" Egg looked up at the dragon curiously as they paused their decorating.

"No." He bluntly responded, and while Egg looked befuddled, they didn't question it. Then, they continued decorating. "Hey. I said stop it." The dragon frowned deeply, but the yellow-haired fellow ignored him this time. "I'll bite you." Right as he moved to fulfill his promise, Egg stuck their tongue out at him, tugging his head back down to wrap more around his horns. "You told me you couldn't speak. So why would I listen to you? Clearly I'm just going crazy." They huffed back at him, and he wisely shut up for the rest of the horn-decorating.

When Egg was done, they let out a happy sound and stood up. "Come on! Let's go!" They urged him onto his feet, and he did with all the effort and grumbling of a grumpy old man with a bad back. "Go where?" He dared to ask, following after the human as they lead him through their house. It was a nice spacious place out near the farmlands, supposedly passed down to them by a deceased family member.

Egg didn't answer him as he was brought through the back door, past the yard, over the fence, and deep into the moor. With each step, he had a little less faith in the human's sense of direction. At one point, he was even sure they were in the bog, or beyond the town's half-assed borders, but their journey together ended at a big rock. Just... a big fuckin' rock in the middle of the moor. "Ta-da!" Egg smiled victoriously, as if they really did something. It was an impressive rock, honestly, but it was still just a rock. It wasn't even a sculpture or something. A completely earth-made, natural rock.

"I need you to stand on it and spread your wings out." They pointed up to the top of it, and the dragon stared at them blankly. "I refuse." He said that, but the innocent, expecting expression they had made him start climbing up the rock anyways. He teetered at the top of it and spread out his wings, looking down at the human curiously.

"So, what am I doing up here like this?" He asked. Egg looked up at him without answering and he sighed. "I can talk." "Woah! The dragon can talk! A talking dragon!" Egg laughed up at him, and he frowned deeply. Then, a giant shadow passed over the both of them. The human seemed unfazed, but he began to sweat.

"Don't tell me-" "I wanted to see the big bird-dragon that's been flying around for a few years now. I heard it liked shiny things!" Egg sounded very amused, though the dragon didn't appreciate being used as bait. A loud screech sounded from far above and he folded his wings in an instant, looking up at the foreboding shape in the sky. "I'm getting you back for this." He sighed as the figure dove down and grabbed him. He mentally cursed the human out as he got carried off into the moor.

the end :3c words : 696

Seeing dragon BW's size reminded me of that one game where you can fist a giant ass dragon (as a human)

Anyways, Black wolf mpreg nation out ❤

at first i misread that as fist fight and i went "yeah i play a lot of Skyrim and Monster Hunter too lmfao" but then i saw that the word fight was never in the sentence

part of me's curious what game you're talking about but i dunno if i want that knowledge

also the what nation

currently redownloading the Sims 4 so i can put all the DoL characters in a single world and just watch as shit happens

on an unrelated note;

worm Dragon PC (massive WIP)

my current DoL PC lmao what a silly lil guy

I've got other PCs too but I never draw them