Dragon Diaries
@dragondiaries.bsky.social
Dragon was born in a fever haze and has grown into an illustrated collaboration. A very hungry collaboration.
Text by @kellydmcc.bsky.social. Art by @crowquill.bsky.social.
You can follow our progress at https://www.patreon.com/DragonsDiaries
Text by @kellydmcc.bsky.social. Art by @crowquill.bsky.social.
You can follow our progress at https://www.patreon.com/DragonsDiaries
What’s with the weather lately? Last week, my tongue froze to my teeth. This week, a thundering herd of palm trees passed my door migrating north. They have the weirdest honk.
December 20, 2025 at 4:18 PM
What’s with the weather lately? Last week, my tongue froze to my teeth. This week, a thundering herd of palm trees passed my door migrating north. They have the weirdest honk.
Dragon Doggerel:
One flash, two flash
Red flash, blue flash
Front blast, back blast
Never walk behind a sneezing dragon
One flash, two flash
Red flash, blue flash
Front blast, back blast
Never walk behind a sneezing dragon
December 19, 2025 at 3:11 PM
Dragon Doggerel:
One flash, two flash
Red flash, blue flash
Front blast, back blast
Never walk behind a sneezing dragon
One flash, two flash
Red flash, blue flash
Front blast, back blast
Never walk behind a sneezing dragon
Dammit, somebody turned on winter again! Went outside. Snow everywhere. Flamed it. Now ice everywhere. Going to crawl into hoard and sleep till June.
December 18, 2025 at 3:34 PM
Dammit, somebody turned on winter again! Went outside. Snow everywhere. Flamed it. Now ice everywhere. Going to crawl into hoard and sleep till June.
Cthulhumas letter season has begun. Never know what to say. Met a bunch of irritating folks and ated them, same as always?
December 17, 2025 at 3:02 PM
Cthulhumas letter season has begun. Never know what to say. Met a bunch of irritating folks and ated them, same as always?
Saw aunt Kayath meet a man in black. She ated him and the Spaniard he was dueling. Looked amazing! I’ll have what she’s having!
December 16, 2025 at 3:26 PM
Saw aunt Kayath meet a man in black. She ated him and the Spaniard he was dueling. Looked amazing! I’ll have what she’s having!
Met a man on the road to Saint Ives, was thinking about ateding him but slipped and stepped on him. And now, it probably goes as I was on my way to Saint Ives, oops, latkes with seven widows.
December 15, 2025 at 3:06 PM
Met a man on the road to Saint Ives, was thinking about ateding him but slipped and stepped on him. And now, it probably goes as I was on my way to Saint Ives, oops, latkes with seven widows.
Met a rednosed reindeer, ated him! Important safety note, kids! That thing is not the maraschino cherry on top of the long drink that is that smoking, hot little reindeer. That nose piece is much more in the mode of everlasting cinnamon red hot, HOOAH! 2 thumb claws up, would repeat!
December 14, 2025 at 4:25 PM
Met a rednosed reindeer, ated him! Important safety note, kids! That thing is not the maraschino cherry on top of the long drink that is that smoking, hot little reindeer. That nose piece is much more in the mode of everlasting cinnamon red hot, HOOAH! 2 thumb claws up, would repeat!
Dragon haiku:
A sleeping dragon
Peaceful, happy, a warning
Wake at your own risk
A sleeping dragon
Peaceful, happy, a warning
Wake at your own risk
December 13, 2025 at 4:37 PM
Dragon haiku:
A sleeping dragon
Peaceful, happy, a warning
Wake at your own risk
A sleeping dragon
Peaceful, happy, a warning
Wake at your own risk
Dragon Haiku:
Scales touched with frost.
Snow falling on furled wings.
So cold. Flame it all!
Scales touched with frost.
Snow falling on furled wings.
So cold. Flame it all!
December 12, 2025 at 3:27 PM
Dragon Haiku:
Scales touched with frost.
Snow falling on furled wings.
So cold. Flame it all!
Scales touched with frost.
Snow falling on furled wings.
So cold. Flame it all!
Dragon Haiku:
Gently blowing flames
Cold mornings are hard on feet
Toes on fire now, sigh
Gently blowing flames
Cold mornings are hard on feet
Toes on fire now, sigh
December 11, 2025 at 3:52 PM
Dragon Haiku:
Gently blowing flames
Cold mornings are hard on feet
Toes on fire now, sigh
Gently blowing flames
Cold mornings are hard on feet
Toes on fire now, sigh
Met a fat old man in a red suit. Ated him. Tasted of tobacco and baked beans. I think he may have been a cowboy in his winter undies.
December 10, 2025 at 3:39 PM
Met a fat old man in a red suit. Ated him. Tasted of tobacco and baked beans. I think he may have been a cowboy in his winter undies.
Mythmas is coming.
December 9, 2025 at 3:21 PM
Mythmas is coming.
Met a venture capitalist. He took one look at my golden hoard and demanded reciprocal professional courtesy. I ated him, but, you know, courteously. Tasted like chicken, honestly—seriously overprocessed chicken.
December 8, 2025 at 3:47 PM
Met a venture capitalist. He took one look at my golden hoard and demanded reciprocal professional courtesy. I ated him, but, you know, courteously. Tasted like chicken, honestly—seriously overprocessed chicken.
Wings, man…talk about your sleep position limiting factors. Sigh. This post brought to you by my left wing still being asleep an hour after the rest of me got up. Teach me to lay down on my back and get trapped under a cat…
December 7, 2025 at 4:51 PM
Wings, man…talk about your sleep position limiting factors. Sigh. This post brought to you by my left wing still being asleep an hour after the rest of me got up. Teach me to lay down on my back and get trapped under a cat…
Met a mouse who ran up my clock. Ated him, tasted of hickory and fireswamp. And, yes he was of unusual size.
December 6, 2025 at 4:16 PM
Met a mouse who ran up my clock. Ated him, tasted of hickory and fireswamp. And, yes he was of unusual size.
Met the Sprats today. Ated them. He was a little too lean. His wife was a little too marbled. The kid, though? Perfection.
December 5, 2025 at 3:46 PM
Met the Sprats today. Ated them. He was a little too lean. His wife was a little too marbled. The kid, though? Perfection.
So, this whole werewolf thing; isn’t the hair supposed to go away in the morning? Because, I had to light my whole head on fire to get rid of it. At least dragons are fireproof.
December 4, 2025 at 3:22 PM
So, this whole werewolf thing; isn’t the hair supposed to go away in the morning? Because, I had to light my whole head on fire to get rid of it. At least dragons are fireproof.
DragonDiaries: I keep coming back to the idea of “werewolf bites: the snack™*.” I could market it as “The biscuit that bites back. Also cures hair loss!”
*Known by the state of Califantasia to cause lycanthropy.
*Known by the state of Califantasia to cause lycanthropy.
December 3, 2025 at 3:05 PM
DragonDiaries: I keep coming back to the idea of “werewolf bites: the snack™*.” I could market it as “The biscuit that bites back. Also cures hair loss!”
*Known by the state of Califantasia to cause lycanthropy.
*Known by the state of Califantasia to cause lycanthropy.
Stupid werewolf bites. They should be a small breaded snack sold in large boxes at the dragon market. Not things that transform you. Whole head went fuzzy this time. Sigh.
December 2, 2025 at 3:46 PM
Stupid werewolf bites. They should be a small breaded snack sold in large boxes at the dragon market. Not things that transform you. Whole head went fuzzy this time. Sigh.
Aunt Kayath sent me a box labeled “Not to be opened until Mythmas.” Normally, I'd be fine with this, but the box just giggled. Now I am suspish.
December 1, 2025 at 3:34 PM
Aunt Kayath sent me a box labeled “Not to be opened until Mythmas.” Normally, I'd be fine with this, but the box just giggled. Now I am suspish.
Aunt Kayath sent me a box labeled “Not to be opened until Mythmas.” Normally, I’d be fine with this, but the box just giggled. Now I am suspish.
November 30, 2025 at 4:25 PM
Aunt Kayath sent me a box labeled “Not to be opened until Mythmas.” Normally, I’d be fine with this, but the box just giggled. Now I am suspish.
A unicorn walks into a bar…THUNK! Hey can someone help me get my horn unstuck? Anyone?
November 29, 2025 at 4:21 PM
A unicorn walks into a bar…THUNK! Hey can someone help me get my horn unstuck? Anyone?
Tis the season. I filled up on stuffed dwarves this morning—they just ated a whole flock of turkeys, delicious! Now, if I could get the turkeys to eat some goblins first next time, I could have self-stuffed dwarfturklin, which is AMAZING!
November 28, 2025 at 3:32 PM
Tis the season. I filled up on stuffed dwarves this morning—they just ated a whole flock of turkeys, delicious! Now, if I could get the turkeys to eat some goblins first next time, I could have self-stuffed dwarfturklin, which is AMAZING!
A little worried about this next full moon after that werewolf bite. First the hairy tongue, then the wagging and barking. What’s next, fleas?
November 27, 2025 at 3:45 PM
A little worried about this next full moon after that werewolf bite. First the hairy tongue, then the wagging and barking. What’s next, fleas?
Deep fried the Milkbone truck. Not bad, actually. Got an axle caught in my teeth, but a little work with a pick freed it right up. Speaking of which, I’m running low. Better find another dwarf mine and stock up.
November 26, 2025 at 3:31 PM
Deep fried the Milkbone truck. Not bad, actually. Got an axle caught in my teeth, but a little work with a pick freed it right up. Speaking of which, I’m running low. Better find another dwarf mine and stock up.