#red scale black scale

[triscribeaucollection]

Red Scale, Black Scale

The archer kept looking at him with a strange expression.

Jay couldn’t tell if he was supposed to be an official ranger or a random hunter or some military’s scout, but he’d paid for drinks in advance and picked out a table at the back of the room big enough for several chairs. Which he proceeded to sit at, alone, nursing one ale after another, watching the room in general and Jay in particular.

His skin didn’t crawl like when certain creeps stared, but it still felt disconcerting. As soon as the bartender nudged him none too gently towards the kitchen, clearly having noticed the archer herself, Jay didn’t hesitate to slip out of view. He even went one further, heading down the short hall and out the back door to hide in the alley between tavern and inn. It opened to the street on his left, but ended to his right, the buildings connected by a covered path that got proper walls added during winter. Jay huffed out a breath and watched the mist made from it curl through the air. He just needed a few minutes to let the tension out, instead of letting it build and making something snap inside, which always forced him to clear out of whatever dinky little town he’d sought employment in.

Snow at the mouth of the alley crunched.

And just like that, the tension came racing back, making his spine stiffen and his hands clench. “Hey,” the archer called, lingering on the street as he peered into the shadowed alleyway. “Not trying to spook you, buddy, but by any chance, is your name Jason?”

JaybirdJay-ladJayJayJason-

Snarling, Jay grabbed at his head. The pain didn’t come around often anymore, not since he’d woken up alone in a field full of dead men, but when it did it HURT.

He almost didn’t notice the archer coming a few steps closer, eyes wide with alarm. “Are you alright-?”

“Fine,” Jay growled. “What do you want?”

The man paused. “...for you to answer my question.”

“I don’t know, okay?” Jay grit his teeth and pressed both palms against his forehead. “I don’t remember. People just call me Jay ‘cause of the scar.”

“What scar?”

Rolling his eyes, he tilted his head and leaned forward enough for the torchlight from the street to illuminate the brand seared into the side of his neck - just the one letter, with a bit of a curl added to the top line. He knew the archer saw it from the hiss of sympathy, and promptly curled back into himself. The pain in his head started to die down, if nothing else.

“My name’s Roy,” the man suddenly said. “And I ask, because- well. A friend of mine’s little brother disappeared a few years ago, and he’s basically gotten all of us to promise to keep our eyes open any time we travel.” Jay grunted. “You ever been to the Gotham Mountains before?”

Rather than daggers driving into his skull, those words hit Jay like a high speed punch to the gut. He wheezed faintly, eyes squeezing shut, pictures and words and voices dancing just out of reach just like always, why couldn’t he ever remember-?

A hand tentatively grasped his shoulder, and Jay seized onto the connecting wrist as tightly as he could, trembling from how much it hurt to try and keep the words in his mind. “Easy, easy,” Roy’s alarmed voice reached him, “Take it easy, buddy, I’m going to get my friend, alright? She can heal all sorts of things, I promise.”

Jay kept trembling, and didn’t argue.

Rather than leave, Roy used some sort of enchanted armband to send a message, and a little while later a woman with burnished skin and flickers of light in her hair found them. “Hello,” she greeted, crouching in front of Jay, who’d given up on standing in favor of sinking to sit at the base of the wall. “My name is Koriand'r. I’m going to see if I can make it stop hurting, yes?”

Jay could just pathetically nod his head. Roy only asked two other questions, if he knew the names Dick or Bruce or Alfred, if he could remember anything about who he was. All they’d done was make it impossible for Jay to talk, searing pain nearly splitting his head in half, suffocating pressure spreading from his gut to his chest to his throat.

Koriand’r reached up to rest her hands on his bare cheeks, and in between one gasped breath and the next, she erupted into flames.

Phoenix, a small hysterical part of Jay thought, she’s a phoenix! The rest of him focused on the fire that didn’t burn, the warmth spreading outward to cover him completely, sinking in through his skin to chase a previously unnoticed chill from his bones. And the pain-

-the pain resisted.

Frowning, Koriand’r flared her flames a little bigger, but the pain in Jay’s head and chest refused to budge. It burrowed deeper, clawing out a hole inside him and snarling mineminemine. At the same time, the familiar weight that always rested just below the dip of his collarbone went ice cold.

Jay grimaced, one hand reaching to grab it through his shirt and vest, trying to move the suddenly freezing item off his skin. Koriand’r noticed, because her hands closed over his own, and a harsh, furious green light blazed through the cloth, causing her eyes to widen as Roy gasped. “Is that what I think it is...?”

Mind still reeling from the war between warmth and pain, Jay didn’t resist as Koriand’r pulled down his clothing just enough to reveal the pendant he always wore, the one he’d woken up wearing - the scale harder than plate armor, black on one side, red on the other, with green lines like veins running across the surface.

Koriand’r glowered at it. “Lazarus magic,” she announced. “This has been cursed.”

“Do you think that’s why he can’t remember?” Roy asked, leaning a little closer. Jay could only blink slowly at the two of them. His scale, cursed? He’d never noticed anything weird about it. But he’d never taken it off, either, never even thought to, some distant voice not his own ordering, demanding- begging him to keep it on, always.

As long as you have it, I swear, Jay-lad, I will always come when you need me.

Somehow, he didn’t think the voice had been able to keep that promise.

[druidonity2]

Jaina of the blue flight and Varian of the black flight

[aeriona]

A female Red-tailed Black Cockatoo made for a friend :) (Happy late birthday @riboonies!)

total drawing time: 3 hours, 19 minutes.

[heartnosekid]

rodan with glowing things, scales, wings, & feathers for anon!

🪶-🔥-🪶 / 🔥-🪶-🔥 / 🪶-🔥-🪶

[2001hz]

Thierry Mugler: 'La Chimère' Haute Couture Fall/Winter Red Scaled and Black Corset Dress (1997)

[dark-elf-writes]

On a scale of 1-10 how crunchy do you think Kirishima’s hair is.

[francy-sketches]

people will say literally anything to hate on hotd for no reason I just saw someone say the dragons in got were better. bitch they look like burnt vegetables

[gummi-stims]

Fiery scalemail gauntlets + tail set from jayecreations on tiktok!

[allseeingstims]

X X X | X X X | X X X

Dapper stimboard!!

[triscribeaucollection]

DC dragons AU? I do love me some dragons 👀💕

SO. This would be a fully-plotted, lovingly detailed fantasy AU with assorted pieces of lore that I have yet to even write down a fraction of. It exists! But basically only in my head.

Initial premise: Bruce is a young black dragon just starting to reclaim his family's ancestral territory in the Gotham Mountains, who's caretaker Alfred teaches him a transformation spell to let Bruce briefly assume a human form, with the hopes that any sort of interaction with other people will help him become a better protector of the area. It kind of backfires when Bruce ends up bringing home one orphan after another.

Then it really backfires when Bruce figures out a reverse variant of the spell, enchanting his shed scales to act as anchors for his human children to turn themselves into dragons.

There's a big subplot around Jason's "death" and later reappearance, some miscommunication mishaps with a group of knights called the Justice Guild who eventually become allies, half a dozen other magical creatures taking refuge in Bruce's mountains to escape outside persecution, etc etc. Eventually I'll get it all down on paper. One day. Hopefully.

[mod2amaryllis]

these two literally having me cropping and trying filters and messing with color balance somebody put me down

[mizunosuzuka]

Been playing a lot of WoW recently, so here's some of my goblins enjoying the new scene!

Alstromerea repping for my Bluesky account, and Imawarei spending some quality time with the whelps from the little scales daycare.

[istherewifiinhell]

OKAY here we go. robots receiving 1st aid [NOT. to be. confused with the character of the same name. NOT in this one]

[ID: TF:V screenshots of Blacker, a mostly red autobot, injured and receiving care from his team.

1. Blacker, scuffed and grimacing being cradled close to Greatshot. Pressed to his chest and one hand supporting his head. Blacker's saying "I'm fine. I made a mistake..."

2. A mechanically complicated device that still clearly resemebles an IV blood bag. AB type on the label included.

3. The smaller hands of one of the rescue team, applying a metal patch, some form of liquid bonder beneath it, to the exposed mechanics of Blacker's leg. The medic says "You're okay".

4. Blacker laying on the ground, body surrounded by the smaller forms of the rescue team, caring for him. Blacker's own teammates crouch by his head. A space shuttle in the forground. The medic continuing "If we give you lots of treatment at the Shuttle Base, you'll be back to normal!".

5. Blacker, looking up and over his shoulder at his teammates, the IV bag also in shot. He saying "Don't worry about me you two, the energy...!" END]

annnnd shots i almost left out but cant... in good conscious to the bit and in deference to my whole. deal.

[ID: 1. Blacker, sitting, with one hand wrapped actual fabric bandages, and more used to make a sling for it. His blue teammate, Braver, behind him. Jan, a human boy, stands by Blacker's hip looking at him. Subtitles "I know, I know!" END]

lol. i mean. if it works.

[ID: Blacker layed out on top of Greatshot, likely from being pulled/carried and both of them collasping. Blacker's fully missing one arm at the upper bicept, the cut jagged and sparking. He's scuffed and with a pained expression. END]

um....

[dizzybevvie]

Hot take but I never adjusted to Hiccups colour pallet being changed to primarily red

[character--creations]

🦇 Halloween 2016 Western Dragon, Chicken Smoothie 🦇

Sources: { x x x x x x x x }

[weheartstims]

Keith (TommyInnit modded Minecraft series) with gems and other suitable stims!

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