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Ace | he/they | 28 | aroace
this blog is just me finally getting around to making an fr specific sideblog lmao main is @acel1en
Bonus Scatter Eating Bane of My Existence
continuing the sketch roundup from this year’s Thundercrack! i like this batch in particular a lot
Brown is a beautiful color FUCK all the propaganda trying to convince us its ugly.
Friend of mine hatched a dirt/dirt/spruce boy and I, jokingly, declared "give it to me"
anyway they gave him to me, I've fully gened him and purchased his accent and now I just have to wait for him to grow up so I can. dress him.
If i had the choice to exalt one other person's dragon it would be prism the scatterscroll wildclaw. That thread pisses me off
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lmao
Finally finished rendering a piece I posted earlier! Also reopened commissions of anyone is interested!
Commission for CloudlessPlanet on FR
for Fyralath!
his greed sickens me
Since postimages doesn't work on FR anymore, I need a new place to host these images. So hi everyone, check out my "recent" custom work!!
Interested in commissioning your own? My customs details can be found here. Recently lost my job so currently this is a majority of my income, so the RLC list is moving quick!
oops missed a few
a fun reminder that we’re closer to the point when kids born after the start of flight rising are allowed to join than we are to the actual start of flight rising
remember when people were trying to get dragons whose id matched their birthday? well, in about three years’ time we’re going to see the sequel that is ‘people trying to find dragons born on the same exact day as them’
so with the 13th anniversary coming up soon, here’s a fun reminder!
she returns! now with genes and an ice pick - her name’s Rin :D
Commissions for @/acelien on Flightrising
She ran away from the dogwood and further into the swamp, forgetting about the trail and getting far from where she’d been. She only stopped, skidding to a halt, when a scream sounded from not far away. She looked its direction and a dozen steps away was the beautiful maple autumn forest. She’d left it behind, how was it so close? Sasha saw one of the gang members running in the distance, sprinting through the maple trees, huge Wildclaw wings tucked against their side. And then… a shape? She couldn’t decide what it was. A whimsical stretch of cloth, or a shadow. A thing moved between the trees after the Wildclaw. Sasha turned and ran away from the maple forest. She didn’t want to see the fate of the Wildclaw, or if that… whatever it was! Would chase her next. She ended up running until she was so tired she could barely catch her breath. Then with a beat of her wings she jumped into the biggest tree she could find, a short limbed black ash that was reaching for the sky. She climbed up and up until she reached the open sky and- It was sunset. Golden hour. She couldn’t see the sun. There were no moons. The sky was just golden. No clouds dotted the sky. It was an endless golden void of light that as soon as Sasha entered it she felt an intense amount of vertigo. All at once she didn’t know which way was up and she almost, for a moment, felt like she might fall up into that golden void. She stopped flapping her wings and plummeted back down into the trees. A tree limb broke her fall, and probably one or two of her ribs. She landed hard on the soft muddy ground near a pool of clear swamp water. It hurt to breathe so she did so shallowly, trying to catch her breath, trying to recover from that empty sky. She was a Skydancer. She was made to fly. She was made for the sky. But That golden void was like no sky she’d ever known. The Windsinger hadn’t made her to fly in a sky like that.
Commissions for @/acelien on Flightrising
Weeping Angel
Prism.
