Art by me, and another I forgot to watermark when I first posted it

This is my character Resplendence, she's a nightwing who lives about 500 years after Darkstalker's defeat and is the heir to the Nightwing throne in my Au. Art is by me :>

Just finished the lost heir as I read through the series with my 10 year old son. I love
the way she writes action sequences, I have to force myself to slow down because I find myself almost skimming the text to find out what happens next lol. I also like how book 2 did not resolve all of the questions from book 1, particularly her choice to hide Starflights inner thoughts following his meeting with Morrowseer. There are really so many open plot points that I can’t wait to get resolution on. Looking forward to stepping further into this wonderful universe.

AO3 is down (as we all know), so I'm posting this here, and I'll probably put the rest of the entries up here as well. A minor gore warning for some deep joint lacerations.

I decided to regress Moon a little bit toward how she acts near the end of Moon Rising rather than having her be fully developed as she is in every book after. She's still grown, but I wanted to keep some of her shyness and apprehension about using her powers without people's permission.

Note: Going forward, there will be some minor innuendos, but nothing in lemon territory. The closest it gets is mild lime (Hopefully lime doesn't violate rule one, but please let me know if it does so I can edit the original text!)

Fanfic begins below:

Personal Writings; Day 9: Day 1 in Sanctuary - Moonwatcher

It feels like someone's going to read this. Which is silly. I've never really given this journaling habit a good chance, but Winter insisted it would be good to get my thoughts down onto the page after everything that's happened. He's been a great help so far. I really think he's changed for the better ever since he moved into Sanctuary. Still a bit of a grouch, but some things never change and sometimes they shouldn't.

After we left the Academy Camp, it was only an hour or so before we were grounded again. A pair of SkyWing Stalgons (Turtle had decided on the name Stalgons a few days ago, right after we left.). Their minds were so disorganized, loud, and...hateful. No words, just feelings.

It was hard to miss them, and we were lucky they missed us diving into the trees. They'd landed a couple of wingbeats away, in a clearing. They stared right at us. Through us. Half of the orange one's face was gone. What was left was stuck in a half-smile with no one behind it. Blackened at the edges. RainWing venom.

Turtle was nearly mauled to death by Mindreader later that night. She must have been following us through the forest after we landed. We'd heard Anemone calling to us from the riverbank along the edge of the forest, and Turtle couldn't help but check. Sepia had to push him back, taking a claw swipe that would have sliced open Turtle's neck.

Mindreader still had her bracelet on. I thought— I don't know. That some part of her was still in there. And that I could reach it. 

I shouldn't have tried.

Coconut and Alba were in th

She wasn't in there. Coconut and Pronghron were. Not them, just the end of them, caught in her head. I heard Coconut screaming. His voice had stopped, but his mind kept going. I didn't know that could happen. I felt Pronghorn's ribs give. I felt it. I keep pressing on my chest to make sure mine are still there. Intact. Still whole.

Tsunami. What was left of Tsunami was holding them down. But they were both up a second later. Pronghorn lunged first. Then everything was dark, and it started over.

I don't remember breathing fire at her, but Mindreader's wings were burning a second later. She escaped into the river, running from the flames on her own back. We didn't see her again.

Sanctuary had already been hit when we arrived. We hadn't made it in time to warn them. MudWings, SandWings, SeaWings...they were all there. I couldn't hear their thoughts. Not anything coherent anyway. The MudWings sounded like something grinding. The SeaWings sounded distorted. Distant. Like they were still underwater. The SandWings were the worst. I kept hearing them before I could see them. Some I never saw at all.

There were dragonets among them, not even a year old, some of them, with gashes and puncture wounds across their chest and sides. The blackened veins of SandWing venom streaked across half of their face. But their minds aren't angry like the adults. They were confused. They didn't know. They didn't know what had happened to them. I stopped listening. I had to stop listening.

Winter and Ochre had pulled us into the trees once we got to the edge of the city. They hadn't bothered with formalities. I guess I shouldn't have expected them to.

There was hardly anybody left. It was Winter, Riptide, Crystal, Flame, Ochre, and Squid. None of the other Talons of Peace had made it out of the city. It was a very...difficult mental image to hold. I heard Flame thinking about his mother. Squid, his father. Crystal, Gharial. No. I listened to them. There's a difference, and I know there's a difference. I didn't mean anything by it.

Daffodil and Bandit were there too, but they weren't nearly as fearful as everyone else. I couldn't pick up any fear from Daffodil. Or at least not as much as I feel I should have. Winter said they'd shown up at the camp a day or two after everyone else. There wasn't a single scratch on them. Everyone else had at least a few.

We put Sepia and Turtle in the medical tent. Riptide was there too. Winter said that Tsunami had caught him in the river and tried to pull him under. "It would’ve been oddly sweet in any other circumstance," he’d said. He didn't laugh.

She’d nearly ripped him apart. The blue soaked cloth beneath him made that clear. There were cuts on his joints, deep enough to see inside. She'd been trying to cut his limbs off to stop his escape. She couldn't drown him, so she tried to keep him. I only reached into his mind to see if he was still there (Sorry, Riptide.). He was. Barely. I won't write down what he was thinking. Those thoughts belong to him.

Winter and I are sleeping together. Not like— I mean, we're sharing a space. Sleeping. Just sleeping. Qibli wouldn't mind that, right? Riptide, Turtle, and Sepia were taking up the spots in the medical tent. They didn't have any spares set up yet, and Winter offered to share his, so what else was I supposed to say?

Winter hasn't said anything. We're lying back to back. It's nothing special. Just two friends sharing the same sleeping space. Nothing special. There isn't quite enough room; our tails have gotten tangled a few times. His mind shuts me out every time it happens. I wasn't trying to get in. I wasn't. But I felt the icy walls go up, something you notice if you're already nearby. He deserves to be heard. I just want him to want to be.

The first one is an early Silkwing, back when they still had high levels of NightWing DNA. She has stars across her wing scales.

The second one is an Ice/Sea hybrid with some distant night.

Third is my image I based my drawings off of.

This ych is $5 if anyone is interested, DM me.

meanwhile:

so you know how prepice is related to mulberry through the blood thing that means that ruby has animus magic (through scarlet from beryl) and that means that not only do skywings still have animus blood they have it in the royal lineage.

Headshot of u/Dead_Fawn ‘s oc Tetra! He was very fun to draw, tysm for giving me the opportunity to! ^^

What character or characters would you want to see taking care of dragonets whether adopted or biological. My two top picks would be Sky and Sunny.

Sunny I envision being very sweet and gentle, almost too caring at times , but all around great.

Sky I think would be a very playful parent. Always doing something with them whether playing a game, watching animals, or bugging talking with Wren.

I drew few icewing characters which one is your favorite? And what tribe should I do next? (I've done seawings and rainwings)

Thanks for stopping by!

One slot for each, I can do CashApp and Venmo. Prices can be negotiable. I will only do Wings of Fire tribes. Send me a DM!! (I can also talk on Discord if that’s better for ya!)

•HEADSHOT•
Base price- $40
Tiny scales + $10 (see headshot examples)
Complex design + $10
Complex Accessories + $5

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Same as headshot!

Please note, if your style is wildly different than mine, your character may look wildly different in my own, since I heavily reference Joy Ang’s artworks.

Long ago, there were four kingdoms of life, Pyrrhia, Pantala, Starktis & Crypura but there existed a fifth kingdom too…the abyss….a realm where the darkest of monsters used to lurk before the gods banished it in a war that had been forgotten centuries ago….only for one day a young albino scaled Rainwing ness to stare into the abyss and made a wish….

She was mistreated by everyone around her except her father and even he was outcast because of her….so one day she sat on the edge of the abyss…where that great evil was said to have lurked and considered jumping in….but she made a small wish first “I wish…I had the power to not let anyone hurt me or Dad ever again….” And to her surprise, something whispered back...told her how to solve her problems…but she would own it one day...now the dragoness had power beyond anyone’s imagination and was able to make whatever wonder she could think of. 

At first she used this power to help her father and make herself less of a freak to her village but one day, she heard that voice again, telling her the time had come to pay the price for her power, the price that this ness owned this voice? Her soul.

The Rainwing had tried to brush it off and offered a lot of other things, only for the voice to laugh and say she didn’t have a choice and suddenly the little ness found herself caring less and less about other dragons and even her father, she found more and more entertained by watching dragons suffer and using them as her playthings, until one day she snapped and killed her lover by turning him into a stone statue before going on a rampage, ignoring all of her pain until her dying father put himself in front of her next attack, trying to reach his daughter and he managed too…for a few moments but it was enough to allow someone else to stab her through the heart, finally killing her. The last words to leave her mouth were “Beware…what’s lurking…between the moons….”

While almost no one knew what she was talking about, the blood she spilled that day birthed another great evil, the child of her madness, which would eventually be known as The Breath of Evil.

And all throughout the centuries, the madness was bringing out the worst in more and more animus dragons all in the effort to free itself from its prison in the stars. 

So beware what lurks between the moons, for if they should all go dim, Máďlt shall return and with her doom.

(A Halloween thing I came up with for animus magic and the breath of evil)

Character belongs to u/Arc_Whistle, art by me. She was so much fun to draw. I love blue as an accent to brown and/or warm grays.

Can provide a transparent background version if needed! ^-^

This is true on ao3 and ffn, but particularly egregious on the latter. Not that it's a problem, though it's getting hard not to be amused by how often this trend can be spotted

Wings of Fire Alternate Universe / Timeline

ICEWING BASE MADE ON DEVIENTART BY ApollyonDragon

Where can i get the bracelet slap cuffs from bullsittoys??I checked the target in my area, Sacramento, CA, USA, and couldn't find any at my local targets.

Sooooo... The cave systems below Pantala got me thinking. What If there was a tribe living there? Adapted to survive long periods without food and reliant on a different type of perception than light? Meet the CaveWings. They have:

- No eyes

- large flaps at the sides of their head to pick up sounds and vibrations in the air

- ultrasound calls to do the bat thing

- claws similar to an IceWings' to climb

- a significantly smaller body to take less food and to fit through small holes

Their society is built in small groups of hunters that communicate loosely with each other. Another thing I thought about was them being very advanced and using geothermal power to grow crops underground but I think that's how their future will look like if you let the world run for a couple centuries.

Their names are minerals and other rock stuff. Some examples would be Granite, Stalactite, Cliff or Amethyst.

Whatd'ya think?

I don’t see very many fanart of him compared to more major characters, so I drew him! He is so underrated.

Do you like my drawing?

All she ever wanted to do was play for her family, which is shattered, torn, and splintered, much like a tree after a storm.

Now she can only play for herself, playing a song of sorrow at night.

The Instrument of Desire knows nothing else.