#duskflight

[riskelk]

More doodles of that HTTYD character I remade yesterday, still unnamed

[divinitys-bleach]

I will never get tired of these guys

miscellaneous sketches from the last few weeks ......

second charr belongs to a friend & gratta/wixxi are @rytlockdripstone

[al-norton]

In between 🦋

Commission for @duskflight !

[zexter-gamer]

Been awhile since I posted, but here's another arts of Duskflight Made by a close friend, SpaceStar ^w^

[ciaraaklart]

Dusk, previously MidnightClan warrior Duskflight. (He's polydactyl and a communist)

[whispersleo]

MORE YAPPING ABOUT BEL

thank u for asking @duskflight <33333

okay so I get to do MOOOOOOORE yapping!!!!!!!

content warnings: blood, (Belasko SHOULD be a trigger warning), canon violence (The Antivan Crows)

You know that fact about how herbivores are actually more dangerous than predators? A predator is used to hunting—it knows what kind of prey to go after and which ones will put up too much of a fight. It weighs the risk versus the reward, which makes it less likely to attack a human unprovoked. But if you corner a herbivore? That’s a fight to the death for either of you, because its most primal response is sheer panic. It doesn’t want to eat you—it just wants you gone, and it might be brutal about it, because it doesn’t even know how to fight properly—just that it has to.

Now, that’s not what’s happening in the picture. Honestly, I just thought the deer’s little face was adorable, and the contrast between its white fur and the color on its antlers looked cool. But—the point is, when you corner Belasko, he reacts like a deer, like one of those animals that’s used to being prey.

And he actually says this in the fic! There’s a conversation with Davrin where Belasko mentally admits he doesn’t want to spar with him—because he doesn’t know how to fight without the intent to kill. And since he doesn’t want to kill Davrin, he refuses to train with them at all. His training in the Circle was brutal, and when the Crows got their hands on him? Even worse. He’s a powerful blood mage, also specialized in ice magic. He knows how to fight with daggers, and if you make the mistake of backing him into a corner, he can kill you in so many quick, ruthless ways. He looks like prey, but that’s when you find out what it’s like to fight something that only has one goal—to survive by making sure you don’t.

Fun fact: The only time Belasko fights in the fic without the intention to kill is against Illario. And the funniest part? It’s painfully obvious that he’s not even fighting back! He would never dare attack him—even when Illario is actually trying to kill him!!!!! Ugh, I LOVE HIM.

[goethial]

sketch commission for @duskflight !!

[teamtakagi]

WIP Game

I was tagged by @antivan-sprig, @a-mumbling-nerd, and @ezriell! Thank you so much!

I'm not gonna lie, my WIPs are more like brain-dumps where I watch my OCs run around with absolutely no plot as I figure out their personalities.

Instead, I whipped up some extremely rough montages with the words JOURNEY, SUNSHINE, and WARMTH. 

Tagging @ghastlyang3l, @duskflight , and @lifegoblet , if you want to do it. Your word is WEATHER.

Jerran shifted his weight, ignoring the two guards grasping him by the elbows. As though he’d be able to attack the First Warden when the court-martial room bristled with swords and spears. “With all due respect, ser, I didn’t realize that Andraste liked having dead followers.”

“Orders are orders, Junior Warden. Your orders were to stay put. Do you know how much you could have mucked up because you decided to go off on your own?” the First Warden thundered. The redness in his face warned Jerran that he was barely a nug’s claw away from getting imprisoned.

“Ultimately, ser, it seems that you don’t give a shit about the little people. Just whoever can line your pockets.” Jerran grinned in satisfaction over the audible gasp that echoed through the ranks. If he was going down, he was going down spectacularly. 

“Rebellion like this is precisely what weakened the Grey Wardens. I will not have the Order fall in my lifetime.”  The First Warden lifted his hand and the guards dragged Jerran toward the door.

Not that Jerran was resisting. He grinned and winked at his best friend, Moss, who groaned and turned away as the door leading the court-martial room swung open. Before the guards shoved Jerran out into the hall, the First Warden continued,

“Evka and Antoine, your colleagues in crime, have already been disciplined and reassigned. 

“You will take a leave of absence and be docked six months' pay. Consider yourself lucky that I don’t throw you in the Weisshaupt dungeons.” 

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Someone had been in his room again. Jerran paused in the doorway, one hand on a dagger hidden in his belt as he surveyed the area.

Upright bottles now lined the floor in front of the aquarium window in a neat row, the glass gleaming softly in the greenish light. Jerran had left them scattered around the couch, intending to pick them up later.

Not even his Wicked Grace cards had escaped scrutiny. They lay out on the couch, in an odd formation that looked like an interrupted game of “Go Fish.” 

Snacks that he’d left out on a table were gone; only crumbs scattered across the wooden surface indicated their presence.

His stash of cookies. Jerran flung open the wardrobe, sighing in relief when he found the box of Snickerdoodles left untouched on a high shelf.

Inside the closet, the clothing moved slightly; a muffled hiss reached his ears as Jerran pushed his Grey Warden uniforms aside. “Okay, Manfred. Come on out,” he said to the skeleton crouched inside the closet.

“No!” Manfred hissed. Jerran stared him down, one eyebrow raised, until Manfred reluctantly crawled out. If the skeleton had features, Jerran would have sworn that he was sulking. 

Emmrich, no doubt, would want to know. Shaking his head, Jerran held out his hand to Manfred, who folded his bony arms and turned away like a three-year-old. “Manfred, dude, we’ve really got to talk about privacy.”

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When he’d said that he wanted to tour Minrathous, he wasn’t expecting this. Jerran regarded the overturned tables in the bar silently, using his - ahem, first-hand knowledge of such experiences to recreate the struggle mentally. “Looks like the little guy lost the fight and got dragged out the door.”

A bloody smear on the floor near the back door confirmed his suspicions. Turning to Neve and her Templar friend, Jerran cocked his head. “You sure this isn’t a trap? Even Manfred could follow this trail.”

Rana Savas snorted. “Of course it’s a trap. Rather predictable, really. But ‘the little guy’ that you mentioned is a magistrar’s son, and we need to get him back. Alive, preferably.” 

Magistrars. Jerran shook his head. “What was he doing here? Slumming it?” 

The detective shrugged as she walked forward, her prosthetic leg thumping slightly on the sticky wooden floor. “Doesn’t matter. We get him back; Rana gets the credit, and we get paid enough to get some dinner tonight.” Putting her hand on the door handle, Neve glanced back at Jerran. “You ready, Thorne?”

He sighed. “First one who reassures him that he’s safe and that Daddy hired us to rescue him gets to pick the meal.”

“Done.”

[riskelk]

Nostalgic for HTTYD, remade one of my oldest OCs: don’t even know her name 🙏

(She's also on my toyhouse now)

[endxin]

My OC Duskflight the SkyWing-RainWing hybrid in headcanon design as wyvern.

[the-gender-mage]

Duskflightlexic ✧ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

A gender related to the word duskflight.

Kindleglowlexic ✧ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

A gender related to the word kindleglow.

Kindleblazelexic ✧ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

A gender related to the word kindleblaze.

Kindleflamelexic ✧ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

A gender related to the word kindleflame.

Everlovelexic ✧ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

A gender related to the word everlove.

[zexter-gamer]

Duskflight (Bust Art) Raffle that I won from ember__vc on X/Twitter. Check them out ^w^

[crowstar-s-warriorworld]

pinefalls: river kits

roseberry(alive, cis female she/her) x duskflight(departed, cis male he/him) - nightkit(alive, cis male he/him), eclipsekit(alive, cis female she/he), dawnkit(alive, cis male he/him)

duckstar(alive, cis male he/him) x mossystone(departed, cis female she/her) - goosekit(alive, cis male he/him), swankit(alive, cis male he/him), weedkit(alive, cis female she/her), featherkit(alive, trans female she/her), gullkit(alive, cis male he/they)

honeywhisker(alive, cis female she/her) x hawkbreeze(alive, cis female she/they) (donor: fadepatch, departed, cis male he/him) - sandkit(alive, cis male he/him), beechkit(alive, cis male he/him), glasskit(alive, cis female she/her)

bases by @/supurrarts these are subscription only bases and there are two(maybe three, i don't remember) more bases in the set that I didn't use. I love the supurr cat bases so much, i have used a bunch of them already for different characters and adopts before but I do have a goal to use all available supurr bases.

roseberry + her kits are on my artfight: https://artfight.net/~RingofFire

all designs are by me, there is a small amount of story written for pinefalls that'll be posting to AO3 in a few days.

dawnkit is my specialest, bestest, little baby.

[teamtakagi]

Words with Friends

Rules: Use the challenge word to write a sentence or scene and then tag a few friends. Happy writing!

Thank you for tagging me, @a-mumbling-nerd and @lunammoon!

I'm lightly tagging @glittering-darmallon , @duskflight , and @paragondreams if you'd like to participate!

This week's word: Egregious

1: Exceptional, conspicuous, outstanding, most usually in a negative fashion.

2: Outrageously bad; shocking.

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Following the path of a missing magister’s son, Jerran and Neve venture undercover deep into Minrathous’ seedy underbelly and find themselves in the territory of Ulma, the leader of an infamous trafficking group. Jerran and Neve are discovered while poking around and brought to Ulma’s Pleasure Lounge.

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Jerran shifted as he felt the sharp point of a sword press ever so slightly into the worn cloak covering his shoulders. He’d left the Grey Warden armor at home; most clients of the underground tended to clam up when they saw any symbol of law and order. 

Brands and tattoos ruled here.

Beside him, Neve Gallus raised her chin, regarding the slight woman lounging on the couch in front of him. “Ulma. I’ve heard your name, but never seen you in person.”

“Neve Gallus. I don���t know whether to be honored or perplexed that the Protector of Minrathous is here.” Ulma brought an ornate smoking pipe to her lips and inhaled slowly. “I thought we had a deal.”

“Been chasing a lead. It led here.” Neve tilted her head. “Missing magister’s son. Scrawny, dark hair. You heard of him?”

“Sorry. I’m just the simple proprietor of a pleasure house.” Ulma spread her fingers, jewelry dripping from her hands and down the ample cleavage of her thin dress. “Your servant there … I know many who’d pay for a night with him. Could get you far in your search. Maybe even pay your rent for a year. What do you say?”

“Sorry. It sounds boring,” Jerran said. 

She sniffed. “Gallus, tell your little elf servant that his manners are egregious.”

“I have ears, thanks. Big ones too.” Jerran grinned.  “And I’m not her servant. She works for me.” That should get her going.

Ulma sat up, leaning forward as she dangled the smoking pipe from her hand. Her carefully plucked eyebrows arched. “Oh? An elf, hiring a human? How did you manage that?”

Slowly lifting his right hand, Jerran tilted his head, pausing as the sword pressed a little harder into his back. “Easy. Just want to show you something.” 

When Ulma nodded, the weapon eased up slightly.

Pushing aside the thick asymmetrically trimmed hair covering the back of his neck, Jerran waited. Neve’s breath slightly caught as she recognized the symbol – a crescent moon with stars lining its curve –  just behind his right ear, but she kept her mouth shut.

Ulma nodded toward the guard standing directly behind Jerran and he stepped closer, breathing heavily on Jerran for a few long moments. “He's got the Midnight Star mark, boss.” He held up four fingers.

Merchants often trembled at the name of the Midnight Stars, an infamous group that robbed caravans and unwary travelers throughout Thedas. Their jobs ranged from stealing to burning villages for the right amount of gold.

Members of the Midnight Stars earned stars through either defeating a member higher than them, or performing well in an extremely dangerous heist. The leader earned a second moon facing the first. The highest rank a member could earn was four stars.

Four stars dangled from the moon on Jerran’s neck.

The guard stepped back and slid his sword back into its scabbard. The others lining the room relaxed almost imperceptibly. 

Jerran straightened, letting the hair strands fall back into place. Ulma regarded him with a bit more interest.  “What’s a Midnight Star member doing with Neve Gallus? Must be unusual circumstances,” she said, taking a hit off of her pipe.

He smiled, but said nothing, letting her draw her own conclusions. 

Ulma watched the smoke curl in the air for a few moments. “Next shipment of slaves is tomorrow. Your little magister’s brat should be in it. Heard that he’ll fetch a good price. Lithe body and all. Tell your boss he owes me extra.”

Jerran nodded. “I’ll pass the message.” He jerked his head to Neve, who took the hint. 

Once back in the upper streets of Docktown, Neve turned to Jerran. “A Midnight Star member?”

“Former. Not proud of it.” Jerran took a deep breath, inhaling the salty tang. “Let’s go. We don’t have much time once word gets out.”

[badgercall]

silly meme i wish i could spend more time on but unfortunately i have school

[riskelk]

Drew her again just to understand her shapes; not sure what younger me was cooking with the coloring