TheLittleArtCorner

a redraw of a scene from "Wyprawa Baltazara Gąbki"

Where did the Vistula River go ?!

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rysunek sceny z "Wyprawa Baltazara Gąbki"

I felt like drawing more dragons and I will propably draw more soon

And following it up with Death Song , thank you very much

Take this little Timberjack as a continuation of the Dragon series

I decided to draw HTTYD dragons for a few days

We will see how many I'll get throught

I'm bored *MAKES TICKLE ART OF A FAVOURITE CHARACTER*

Ah , much better

Czy ktoś oglądał albo czytał "Porwanie w Tiutiurlistanie" ?

The storm raged on on Sesame Street. The raindrops PITTERED and PATTERED against rooftops, windows and doors of buildings and those with keen ears could hear a certain rhythm.

Maybe a skilled musician could write a song from that tune ? Perhaps even a lullaby ?

Hoots would have to get to that, his saxophone would be interested too. This could be a huge hit !

Not many people or monsters enjoyed such gloomy weather conditions but there were a few exceptions. Countess Natasha von Count stood behind the colourful pane of glass and just stared at the night sky. The view was blurry and unclear but it still was so beautiful. Counting the droplets of rain distracted her from getting the glass of water she came to get in the first place.

-4,210 drops. - the number echoed in her head. - I vonder if Count got to count some raindrops tonight.

Her serene thoughts felt ever so slightly disturbed somehow. When she walked into the kitchen and poured herself that glass of water, her ears pricked up. The sound of some high-pitched squeaking caught her attention and she immediately knew what it was.

-My dearies, vhat is the matter ? - Natasha set the glass down onto the kitchen table's countertop.

Three bats flew into the cookery. They were squeaking and peeping and outshouting eachother, one could immediately tell something had happened and it most likely wasn't good. The largest of the batty-bats (Tattiana) hovered over to Natasha. To her spiked ears the squeaking and squealing of the pet bat sounded like actual words.

And what did Tattiana have to say ?

-Go check on Count ! Go check on Count !

The Countess had to process, what she was hearing in the view of the fact that she herself was quite groggy after dragging herself out of bed. Didn't her Count go to sleep right beside her in their shared bed ? He did ,she was sure of that. She clearly remembered him kissing her on the neck before both him and her dozed off. When she felt the mattress sink in one spot she thought that either Yuba or Fatatita climbed onto the bed.

Needless to say ,that wasn't the case.

The Countess swiftly finished her drink ,discarded the cup she was holding and made her way to the place she thought the Count was the most likely to be. Now ,their castle had many ,many rooms and corridors but there were those small preferences that the pair had. Count absolutely loved to count anything and everything but STARS ,oh STARS were amongst his favourite things to count.

-He has to be on the balcony. - Natasha still kept her cool. - Perhaps our sveet ,little bats had seen something vrong ?

Her feet carried her up the creaky stairs and before she knew it she was standing in front of their atheneum. Some worrying sounds came from that room ,like whistling and what sounded like the hooting of a horned owl. The Countess pushed the hefty door forward and right away she felt a part of the anxiety that plagued her heart leave because she saw the figure of Count. He was standing on the balcony ,his back was turned to Natasha.

-Oh ,good grief. - the lady hissed through her fangs and quickly approached her hubby.

She placed her hand on his shoulder. Count responded right away.

-*AH !* .. Natasha ? Oh, good ewening. - he was surprised to see his wife.

-"Good ewening" ? Count ,it's almost an hour past midnight.

The Count wriggled his ears, that appeared to be more droopy and relaxed than usual. The Countess worried it was all because of his lack of sleep ,same as his visibly reddened whites of the eyes.

-Hawe you been standing zhere since zhe storm started ?! - she hoped she was wrong about that.

Unfortunately ,the Count's anxious expression and the fact that he was avoiding her gaze was a good enough answer for her. The wet spots on his clothes and his crow-black hair soaked with water didn't help him talk his way out of the predicament he was in.

-Vhy didn't you stay inside and count the drops you sav behind zhe glass ? - Natasha asked. - You vould be dry zhat vay.

-I couldn't see zhem vell enough. I vanted to get a proper number. - the vampire with eyes the color of amber chuckled sheepishly.

While the Countess did understand ,she had a love for counting as well of course, she couldn't help but question the Count's way of thinking.

-Look at you ... or you knov vhat ? Don't. - she pinched the high bridge of her hook-shaped nose.

Instead of chewing her husband out, like she propably should have in that situation ,she grabbed him by the forearm and pulled him inside of their home. Water dripped from the Count's soaked clothing , it had been completely drenched.

Not wanting him to catch a cold ,Natasha threw him a fresh ,dry set of pyjamas to wear. The Count didn't say a thing out of fear of making his wife more upset. He had done enough for one night.

-Hov many ? - Natasha's voice was barely audible even to the Count's ears.

-I counted 7,101 stars ... Yes ,I hawe been there for a vhile.

-Heh... Of course you hawe. - the lady giggled under her breath before speaking once more. - Quite the impressiwe total ... but you really should not hawe been outside. You could hawe catched a cold.

-Do not vorry. I am fine as could be ,Honey. - Count protested politely ,even though the SNIFFLE he made right after seemed to contradict his statement.

The Countess wasn't having it this time. She left the room to give her husband some privacy but as she waited right outside the atheneum she got thinking.

This wasn't the first time he had done something like that. Sometimes she questioned the Count's way of thinking. She herself loved to count and tally whatever she could but she never skipped sleep because of it. This was really going too far and some action needed to be taken.

To Count von Count's luck (or lack there of ,we will see about that) his lover already had an idea as to what to do.

Natasha knocked on the hefty ,wooden door.

-Are you finished yet ? Can I come in ? - she spoke more loudly for Count to hear.

-Yes. - he answered right away ,to her delight.

Without hesitation the Countess slinked back into the room. The Count smiled instantly when he saw her but she shot down his attempt to talk himself out relatively quickly.

-Don't get too lowey-dowey nov. I am mad at you.

Natasha once again took his hand into hers ,this time though she dragged him over to the couch. It was usually used for comfortable reading of a good book but it would do just fine for what was coming.

-Listen ,I am wery sorry but do tell me, vhat are you planning ?

-Constantine ,I am wery disappointed in you... but I vant you to take better care of yourself and make you feel better instead of scolding you and making things vorse.

The fact that she used Count's birth name made him feel weird. His wife didn't do that unless she was very serious about something.

Before Count (or Constantine ,hehe) von Count could ask any further questions ,the Countess chose to lay herself down on his torso.

-Zhere. Nov you hawe to stay in one place.

-Ah ah ah~ Oh no. Vhatewer vill I do ? - the Count laughed at what he thought was a joke.

The two talked for around half an hour and pitifully ,the Count wasn't getting any more sleepy. He enjoyed looking into his wife's sapphire eyes and listening her talk. She could speak about anything and he would happily listen.

Natasha secretly brung her plan into effect. As the Count was talking about some new song he found to play on his fiddle ,she remembered as old ,familiar tune.

Oh yes ,it would be perfect for that.

-And it vent like zhis ... - he gleefully recalled.

-I think I remember. It vent like zhis ... - the Countess warmed up her musical fingers.

The sensation that Count felt was terribly light at first. She scribbled around the side of his belly.

-Hehehe -Vha-?! - a sudden ,short laugh slipped past his lavender lips.

-Stay still ,my beautiful wiolin ~

The Countess kept one of her hands on the side, where it was for a minute now, and her other paw rested in the middle of Count's tummy.

-There vere bells on a hill But I newer heard zhem ringing

-Nahahat ! Vahahait ! - "the violin" proved itself to be difficult to work with.

Natasha resumed her tickly playing. Her claws carefully scribbled and stroked the sensitive skin of her lover's middle.

-No ,I newer heard zhem at all til' zhere vas you ~

-Stay still ,my dear. - she hummed sweetly as a honeysuckle.

-I cahahahan't ! Ahah-ohoh ! - Count sputtered out chuckles and giggles.

-Do try to be still ,please. - the Countess did her best not to crack up herself.

The golden-haired vampire cleared her throat and resumed singing. Her fingers tickled Count's belly as she crooned more of the song's lyrics.

-Then zhere vas music and vonderful roses ~ Zhey tell me in sveet fragrant meadovs of davn and ... dev ~

The Count bit down on his bottom lip to stop himself from cackling but Natasha's nails were so sharp it tickled so, so much. He curled up into a tight ball. A very ,very giggly ball.

-VAHAHAHAHAHAA ! Nahat thehehere ! Ohohohoho !

-Oh ,I didn't ewen get to do my fawourite part. - Natasha gave her "instrument" a cheeky grin.

To that Count disrupted the small cocoon he twisted himself into. That was the perfect moment for Countess to plant a RASPBERRY right in the center of her lover's belly.

Oh dear, Count was so rattled and tickled by that that his laughter was silent. He simply didn't have energy to laugh ,giggle or chortle anymore and Natasha noticed.

-Ooh~ Vas zhat too much ? - she asked the Count ,whose face was more pink than lavender at this point.

-Eeeeeh ... Yehehes... - he whined ,a shaky smile very visible on his face.

The Countess muffled her giggles ,she was clearly happy with the results. Her husband realized that the whole tickling thing did help ,his eyelids felt heavy and he couldn't hide his yawning any longer.

Count only counted 1 , 2 , 3 sheep before dozing off. His lovely wife was happy to drift off to sleep too and what made ger sleep even sweeter ,were the sleepy giggles that slipped past Count's fangs.

My favourite Muppet pair <3

I want to write something involving the Count and the Countess

Would anybody in the community be interested in that ?

I got inspired by @artaviecial and his post and decided to go for it

Do you think he gets to count how many times it tickles him ?

Also I remembered in " The Count's Bones song" at the end he says :

" Oh, I love counting bones , HA HA HA

Besides it makes me ticklish to count the ribs "

Jeszcze więcej Smoka Wawelskiego z Szafir

Dałam im stare , tradycyjne stroje szlachty (wkońcu w kreskówce Smok był tak raz ubrany)

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More of the Wawel Dragon and Sapphire

Pamiętcie Szafir ?

Tym razem nie tylko Smok Wawelski a większa część ekipy ze Studia Filmów Rysunkowych w Bielsku-Białej

Wszystko to jeszcze pamiętam z dzieciństwa chociaż to nie moje pokolenie jeśli mówimy o dacie powstania

Wróciłam z Majówki i co robię jako pierwsze ?

Rysuję mojego ulubionego Smoka jedzącego cynamonkę