#rukey

[mercyandfreedom]

ok so we're on the same page (lol, page) here, we all agree that the masks are quills, right? Right?!

[aryisacapricat]

Still on my oc/canon character bullshit. This time I've accidentally shipped my old dnd character, Lunette, with Rukey.

It all started out so innocently, "Oh these two would get along well, they're both snarky and long for a life of luxury." "And Rukey would appreciate her as someone who can keep up with him in both wit and speed, he'd probably even find her charming and....... OH NO!"

[sparklecur]

dogy......

[polkanight]

"get in, loser, we're going to the rites"

[galaxy-alev]

Short stories of misfortunes set up by The Villainous and Dreadful True Nightwings

The Pyrehearts

Sir Gilman: This knight's former commander certainly deserves all the censure he can get, but eliminating him from the Rite....

Rukey: Come on, that coward had it coming!

Sir Gilman: Sir Rukey, this knight unworthy of new comrades is troubled. He remembers that Lady Seagrass was highly allergic to many potions. If Master Sandalwood is right, Oralech has most likely used one of the remedies....

Rukey: Reade-e-er! Gilman thinks the demon-doctor killed Seagrass! Get the blackwagon up, we gotta find out for sure!

*few hours later*

Sir Deluge: Did you f-f-f-fly to mock us? It wasn't enough to keep us out of the Rite?!

Rukey: Are you all right?

Sir Gilman: Can you inform this knight of Lady Seagrass's condition?

Sir Deluge: You! You, traitor, a moray eel who kills by stealth!

Sir Gilman: By the merciful Scribes! No, no, NO!!!

Volfred Sandalwood: I can't believe it. We will track down the blackwagon of the True Nightwing tonight, and I will personally tell Oralech that he has become a murderer.

Sir Deluge: This knight doesn't know what you're talking about, you bunch of bandits, but if you ever get our drive-imps to pull the blackwagon aground again, you'll be considered blood enemies by the entire Sea-Dominion!

The Fate

Volfred Sandalwood: Where are the Fate?

Oralech: The Fate must have suffered a misfortune of some sort.

Volfred Sandalwood: How could you?! How could you lay a hand on the poor Oldhearts? Oralech, you became a monster!

*at the next Rite*

Dalbert Oldheart: We apologize, honored Nightwings, for not being able to attend the last Rite. We are eternally sorry, so we give you these amulets.

Volfred Sandalwood: You shouldn't bother. It's our fault you were framed.

Dalbert Oldheart: Framed? Mister Sandalwood, you must be mistaken. The fact is, my son Almer and the imp Ra'ji were inspired by the story of a traveling healer and his imp-friend about the mud baths at Moon Lake. They were told that the healing mud helped with joint pain. And Almer broke the wheel on purpose so that I could treat my old bones instead of the Rite. Again, I apologize, Almer's actions have put you in a very unpleasant position!

The Withdrawn

Reader: How did you keep the Withdrawn out of the Rite?!

Oralech: Witches are addicted to artifacts. One of them happened to be cursed. The Withdrawn must have suffered a misfortune of some sort.

Gareph: Yeah, that's what happened! Would you like, batty-Nightwing, me to tell you a completely made-up story about one surly demon who stole a witch's cage of newborn imps and the very grateful parents who promptly deserted from the Triumvirate?

Oralech: Gareph!!!

[boomteea]

今年7/29日赫德文生日的时候画的，传一下这边

Happy Birthday to my dearest Hedwyn❤

（我喜欢赫德文所以只是私心画的请不要告诉我他原作有恋人我知道）

[lunarprincegarbo]

Pyre Shitpost,

This game is so godlike I swear.

[chaifootsteps]

Been feeling Pyre-y lately and remembering how I completely intended to liberate Rukey closer to last because I shipped him with my reader until he got sick and started talking about his mother, and then the stars were going out.

Then I told myself I’d liberate my Reader in the end, so they could be together. My Reader never made it home.