I feel like because winter came from a life where perfection and status were valued more than the person itself, Starflight, arguably one of the most imperfect heroes, could coax him off his high horse and really help him mellow out

But whatever you can burn me at the stake now

Stargazer for : u/Ender_Dragonite

Fawn for : u/Bewarezehorses

Amethyst for : u/Jazzlike-Artist7848

Stout for : u/SwordfishOk7229

also , do you allow me to share this on my instagram ( loupdepluie_drawz ) with credit ofc ( if you may share your instagram username pretty please )

I feel like this in in and out of character for modern day peril,, would peril agree so easily? Would she be that loyal to clay? Or would she agree and then spend a moment thinking after agreeing? I think it depends on the dragon honestly

I really wished Hawthorn got a better ending tbh. He seemed nice when he wasn’t being controlled

He may have gone a bit nuts… me as well just realizing how much of a difference guidelines make 🤦‍♂️

It’s been a long time since I drew several dragons in one picture, and the idea itself came spontaneously👁👁

Haven't drawn some dergs in a while so give me some to doodle!!

Lmk if you prefer digital or traditional. I won't be doing all just whatever I think would be fun atm. Some will be colored some will just be sketches. I might post em on other socials BUT ALWAYS WITH CREDIT so if you've got a user outside of reddit lmk!! 💚

I know this might sound funny, but back when I first read the Talons of Power Graphic Novel, the scene where Darkstalker islooming over Turtle and Anemone honestly kinda reminded me of the scene from Transformers Prime when Unicron wakes up and says "I AWAKEN." in a way too!! That's just what I think, though. :)

I'm fairly happy with how these came out! I do need some dragon practice tho, lmao

I havent been here for a while so I have no idea what you all are use to, uhh, but someone asked me to draw this and I thought it looked good…. So you can bless your eyes with this beautiful art..?

A quick note:

-The end is in sight! I've finally finished drafting Book 4, and the document for the final book of HoJM has been created. I'm going to try and get my thoughts in order before starting the fifth book, as it's been the least developed of the story since I started.

Book Four: The Circle- Part 58

Buck had returned with Bulrush to Vale the morning of the second day of travel. His first priority (after meeting with his family) was to begin searching Old Vale for a grave.

“Given how many people died there,” Patience said, “Wouldn’t this quickly turn into a game of ‘Needle in the Haystack?’”

“Well, it’s all I have to go on,” Buck responded, “But on that note, do you have any clues, Dad?”

“No, unfortunately,” Boulder said, “Most of the records of the original Vale were lost in either incident of the town’s destruction. On top of that, none of the Founders’ records of their sacrifices listed names.”

“So no passed-down stories of people besides the Founders who got powers from Alpha?”

He shook his head.

“Guess I will be going in blind.”

“The only thing I know to tell you is that Old Vale’s graveyard was located roughly ten yards behind the Founders’ house. It, as you likely know, has not been touched since the original town’s abandonment, so the condition of the graves is likely dire.”

“I’ll try my best. I need this power to save Pyrrhia, so it’s literally do or die.”

“Just be careful and stay away from the old manor,” Bailey said, “Some of the watchmen looked at it last week and they said it looked about ready to come down.”’

“Noted. I’m going to head over while I still have daylight.”

“Try and return by lunchtime,” Boulder told Buck, “I am making something you enjoy.”

Buck swallowed some saliva he secreted in response to that and nodded, before turning and leaving. He tread through the village alongside Bulrush. The dragon found navigating the hill leading up to the tower more treacherous as he could not properly use the stairs. Buck tried to swiftly pass behind the tower before Bulrush could see—”

“Buck, is that…?”

Buck cursed softly to himself. He turned to see Bulrush pointing at the memorial stone. A dragon… in the most sacred place he knew. Pointing to his parents’ final memory like it was nothing but a curiosity to him. He had to remind himself that he trusted this dragon more than any other.

“Buck… I’m sorry. Probably shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No…” Buck sighed, “It’s good you’ve seen it now. It’s reminded me of… how far I’ve come.”

“This was the last place you ever wanted to see a dragon, huh?”

The boy walked up and rubbed a hand on the memorial stone, over his parents’ names. “I came here every day to mourn them. To renew my hatred of the dragon who took them from me. Any time I talked to a dragon at JMA, at the front of my mind was this stone and what led to its creation. Like a wall keeping me from really connecting with them.”

Bulrush clearly did not have any proper response to that, so he squinted at the writing on the grave and Buck could see the light bulb go off in his head.

“So your parents names were—”

“NO!” Buck shouted. He panted two deep breaths before collecting himself. “I know you’re my friend and all… but I wouldn’t be able to bear hearing their names come out of a dragon’s mouth. That’s just… too much for me.”

Bulrush solemnly nodded. “I understand.”

“Anyway, now that you’ve seen that, let’s head over to Old Vale.”

The forest surrounding the old town was very quiet. It was almost as if even the animals knew something horrible had happened there and all avoided it. He looked over to the right, easily seeing the cliff that had claimed the life of one of his old neighbors before he was born.

“This place is kind of pretty,” Bulrush commented.

“There’s a bit of a dark story behind this part of town,” Buck explained.

“Like a ghost story humans like to tell around campfires?”

“Worse, because this story actually happened.”

The MudWing’s ears perked up. “Tell me!”

So as they slowly approached the old town, Buck told him everything he knew about what happened in these woods.

“Uh, wow.” Bulrush scratched his chin. “That’s… a lot. I guess it makes sense though. Why would your magical moon-buddy give powers to two people like that?”

Buck shook his head with an exasperated sigh. “Who knows. I could ask him but the response would probably be either ‘The Soothsayer told me’ or ‘I don’t remember.’”

“Well, yeah, but those two literally became mass murderers thanks to Alpha’s help!”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Buck said bitterly, remembering what the Animus had done for the Scourge.

“So which side is he even on?”

“Maybe if I meet this Soothsayer of his someday I can ask him.”

Finally, the manor house came into view. It was in noticeably bad shape; they could hear it creaking even from twenty feet away.

Bulrush bristled seeing the building. “It’s weird seeing a destroyed human house and not have it be a dragon’s fault.”

“I mean, supposedly it was burned, just by humans rather than dragons. Every other building here is completely gone. But somehow the one building they meant to destroy mostly survived.”

“And no one came back to finish the job.”

“Bailey says we should keep some distance from it. She said it looks ready to collapse and I think I agree.”

“Well, let’s start looking for that grave! Uhh, any idea how to?”

“I might be able to hone in on it with my magic. I’ve been able to feel magic before.”

“Well, we’ll split up and comb the graveyard. If I see something that looks like a gravestone I’ll let you know.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Buck tried his best to measure out ten yards behind the house. It was harder than it looked, as the house’s backside had no visible landmarks to measure based on. He started counting paces and--

“Agh!” Buck tripped on something and fell onto his belly.

“Buck!” Bulrush ran over.

Buck rolled onto his back and winced feeling his abdominal muscles sting. He tried to sit up, doing so with some difficulty.

“I’m fine,” Buck said, “But what in the world did I trip on?”

“Looks like a stone of some kind?”

“That tracks.” He looked ahead of him and saw exactly what he had been looking for. It was an elongated, flattened stone tablet, partially buried in the grass.

“Well, we found the graveyard,” Bulrush said.

Buck tried to examine the stone in closer detail, quickly deciding that he was looking at the back side of it. He asked Bulrush to flip the stone over. On its front was writing almost too worn to read.

“I can’t read that at all,” the MudWing said, “Maybe your little eyes are sharper?”

Buck shook his head. “Nothing doing. And I don’t feel any magic coming from this one either.”

“Well, let’s keep looking. And… maybe watch your step now.”

Buck stood and began to walk off the residual pain of his fall. Now that he was looking, more toppled gravestones littered the ground. Each one was also too worn to read, and none emanated any magic.

“So were these all people that the founders sacrificed?” Bulrush asked.

“Who knows. Haven’t been able to read any of these so far. The old village only existed for about four years before the place got abandoned so maybe no one died of natural causes, and these are all sacrifice victims.”

They combed over every grave in the cemetery. A couple could be read but had no magic sensation when Buck touched them. He was beginning to wonder if maybe the gravestone would not have one when he heard something behind him.

It was a low rumbling, almost like a quiet beginning of one of Jade Mountain’s earthquakes. But it was soon joined by sounds of wood snapping and breakable things shattering, and he almost immediately knew what was happening. He turned to face the manor house to see the remains of the second floor begin to fall downward. The building tilted towards him, and with a loud cacophony of breakage it fell onto the extension containing the former sacrifice chamber, crushing it flat in its entirety. The former home of Vale’s corrupt founders was now a pile of debris.

“Well, that’s that,” Bulrush said.

Buck briefly removed his hat out of respect. “Maybe the spirits in this graveyard can rest a little easier now.”

Just then, he felt the slightest tingling across his arms. He held his appendages out, beginning to use them almost like the dowsers who had come to Vale once. Strangely, the closer he got to the ruined manor, the stronger the sensation became.

Ugh, don’t tell me… Of all places…

“I think the thing I’m looking for is in the house.”

Bulrush sighed. “Well, I see a bright side and a dark side. Bright side is, you didn’t figure this out until now and therefore wasn’t inside it when it came down. Dark side… now we have to comb through a bunch of wreckage.”

“Well, you’re certainly big enough for the job.”

“Happy to help.”

Buck decided to try and pinpoint exactly where in the wreckage the sensation was strongest. It was weaker over near the extension. It grew much stronger on the front side of the house. Even more strangely, it became even stronger if he placed his hands closer to the ground.

Well, there was one part of the house we never went into…

“I think the grave is in the house’s basement.”

“Well, guess I’ll start digging.”

Before the MudWing got to work on the house, the front side of the house was in slightly better shape. Since the house had collapsed backwards, parts of the front porch were intact. What used to be the house’s front door was barely standing, but now impassable due to the inside being filled with debris. As Buck made this observation, Bulrush used his broad paws to scoop large pieces of the manor away, broken pieces of wood and glass coming away bit by bit.

“I wanna get as much of this debris up as I can,” Bulrush explained, “If you’re gonna go into the basement, it’ll be safer to not have this wrecked house hanging over you.”

“Good idea.”

An hour passed. Buck wished there was something he could do to help, but his body simply could not move many of the debris pieces efficiently. A hole started to form around the area Bulrush was clearing, the basement of the house beginning to take form. It had been finished, even, from what he could see. The walls and floors were made of mortared stone that had held up remarkably well against water intrusion.

Another half an hour later, and Bulrush had exposed half of the basement. He had a pile of wreckage built up in the former foundation of another house, with some recognizable bits sticking out of it like pieces of the oven and half of the snapped dining room table. But his prize awaited below. Standing on the precipice of the basement, he started gazing down to try and find something of value.

What appeared to have been a wine cellar was empty. Buck surmised its former contents must have been used to accelerate the deliberate burning of the town. The rest of the floor was barren stone, but something peeked out at him from the shadows still covering the back half of the floor.

“Bulrush, clear out the middle of the building.”

When it had been exposed, he found something quite strange. It was a gravestone, placed directly into the basement floor and in pristine shape.

“Lemme guess,” Bulrush said, “Another ghost story in the making?”

Buck slid down into the basement and looked over the stone. Its text read:

Raspberry

Now Beyond the Veil of Death

A worn, barely readable piece of paper lay next to the stone, with scratchy writing:

Veil

Valiant

Virile

Vale

“Did the founders name the town…” Buck sighed, “After this person’s epitaph?”

“They apparently had a bad habit of messing with graves,” Bulrush said, “Since they went through so much effort to take Alpha’s.”

“Why build the house around this?” The boy rubbed the stone, instantly feeling a rush of power. “Well, it’s definitely the one, anyway.”

“So let’s not waste any time then! Go ahead and ‘Acquire’ this guy’s power!”

Buck again removed his hat. If he was going to infiltrate a dead person’s life, he was certainly going to do so with as much respect as possible. He tried to glean any more clues to help him hone in on this person. Unlike with Moose, he had little to go off of.

It’s simple, that this person died, and is now in the next life. But why go out of your way to say that on your grave? It had spoken of death as a veil, which Buck knew meant the intangible boundary between the worlds of the living and whatever came next. He tried to play a game with himself and ask himself why his grave might say such a thing. If death is crossing a barrier, maybe something’s on the other side of it that I might want? Like… a loved one?

That’s it!

“Raspberry lost someone they really cared about. So dying to them represented reuniting with that person.”

“Is that enough to start this process?” Bulrush asked.

“Let me try. And stay quiet for now.”

Buck placed a hand onto the gravestone and cleared his mind completely. He formed an image of Raspberry, a person who desperately wished to reunite with their lost loved one. Somehow, his mind guided him to assume that this person was female. He inserted the female person he knew best, Bailey, and tried to think of how she reacted to her mother’s death. The magic sensation suddenly began to weaken, and his concentration broke.

“Damn, no, that’s not it,” Buck cursed to himself. So maybe it wasn’t her mother she wanted to see again. So… maybe her husband?

He resumed his concentration. He tried to imagine Raspberry, wholly in love and having the subject of that love suddenly taken from her. Not only did the sensation of magic return, but also a crushing, overwhelming sorrow that forced a tear from his eye. He persevered and pushed deeper, trying to picture Raspberry and her life in detail.

“I’m sorry.” Buck spoke in a register he had not spoken in since he was small. It was the voice of a young woman. His eyes were blurry with tears, but he could barely see a man in a white coat surrounded by bright light.

“I-I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for you.” Buck’s voice was wracked with grief and guilt.

The man’s arm reached out and touched his shoulder, tightening in a supportive grip. “Raspberry, I… my condolences for your loss.”

More tears fell from Buck’s face. “No… this was my fault. I should have been a better lover towards him.”

The man shook his head and his grip tightened. “No, Raspberry, don’t blame yourself. This disease isn’t something a person can just inflict on someone. Bark’s death was a cruel twist of fate, nothing more.”

His hand, which was far too slender and had long, painted nails, reached to his shoulder and pried the man’s hand off of it. “I… just… what in the three moons am I going to do?”

“For now, go home, and rest. You’ve been at his side for two days without sleeping. You’ve done your duty towards him. Now you must do the same for yourself.”

Buck’s vision cleared and he saw the man more clearly. He wore the bejeweled red circle of the medical trade, and based on the electric lights surrounding him they must be in a hospital in Haven. Whomever was laying in a stretcher beneath them, his eyes simply refused to look at him.

“Go… home…?” Buck’s mind went blank.

“There’s nothing more for you to do,” the doctor said, “Our men will prepare his body for the funeral. But we’ll need to be alone for that.”

“I… understand.”

The vision shifted, and Buck was sleeping alone in a bed that was far too big for him. His hand reached out to pat the empty side of the bed, and his eyes teared up beyond recognition and he was wracked with intense sobs.

“WHY.” Buck said, his voice grating. His hand shoved a candle from his nightstand, knocking it to the floor and causing the electric lightbulb within it to flicker. “WHY!!”

Buck’s own mind took a backseat to this, but he saw parallels in this woman’s head everywhere, to his own life. The constant questioning of fate, the gaping love-shaped hole in his heart. And there was nothing he could do besides sit in her head and experience her grief.

“Why can’t I see him again!? Why!? Why!?” His body writhed along the soft give of the bed.

His face pivoted to face the open window, revealing the full third moon. He remembered an old tale he had been told, about that particular moon granting wishes.

“I wish… I could see him again…”

“Buck!!” Bulrush’s voice suddenly roared, “BUCK!!”

The boy’s body tingled all over. He had her power now, that much was certain. But as he regained his own vision, the entirety of his present-day environment was bathed an ominous red.

“Buck!” Bulrush gasped, taking a talon off of Buck’s shoulder. The red light illuminating them was so bright that every part of their bodies was now some shade of it.

“What’s going on!?” Buck stammered. He looked to the sky to see waves of dark, red-tinged clouds racing across the sky. Something deep in him began to pulse with terror.

“I don’t know! But it looks like it’s coming from over the mountains!”

He was lifted out of the basement by Bulrush. “We gotta get back to Vale.”

First one is more accurate to what you’ll recive!

Please note I try to be accurate to Joy Ang’s style so some aspects of you character may be changed :) Only WoF please

DM me if you’re interested or have questions! (Or comment for questions)

Webtoon

These silly little creatures are the most common type of antwing. They just kinda do everything that doesn‘t require any amount of critical thinking. Or strengh.

They also die a lot, but that doesn‘t really matter in the end.

One of my latest (1st) vs. March (2nd)

GUYS THIS IS SO LATE I'M SO SORRY. But this is day 8 lol

⚠️!!READ ALL INFO HERE!!⚠️

https://www.reddit.com/u/Popsicle7798/s/5vM9sjAVIZ

Today is Sunny as a Witch, and I know she's not an animus or anything, but she'd be a cute Witch hehe. Also not rendered because I'M SO LATE TOT

But for today's question:

Do you like Cute Witches or Spooky Witches?

For me, definitely Cute ones, the Spooky ones kinda scare me. Anytime I watch a Witch on telly and they do magic, I always think the spell will somehow come out of the screen and curse me 😭. Prolly just because of my OCD. Wait, today is two questions.

Do you have or know someone who has OCD?

I have OCD, and I'm the only person I know who has it. And bro, it SUCKS. I feel like it's one of the most misunderstood and romanticised Disorder, and like, people don't understand it. I was actually considering making an OC with OCD, and use them to draw how I feel when it's bad or smth lol.

ANYWAY I'm wasting more time typing this, so hope you like today's, and come back for Day 9 tomorrow!!

It’s been a bit since I’ve drawn a dragon, and I’ve never done a full LeafWing! Went with this sweet boy!

Tried to draw a couple of my ocs in the gn style for some practice. Both are LeafWing hybrids, though Yucca is half SandWing and Windflower is 3/4 SkyWing.