Who knew what i needed to kickstart accent making again was some funky lions
Lighionna, 500g for preorders in my accent shop (linked on blog and will also be reblogged w/link)
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Sade Olutola
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hello vonnie
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
we're not kids anymore.

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Keni

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Who knew what i needed to kickstart accent making again was some funky lions
Lighionna, 500g for preorders in my accent shop (linked on blog and will also be reblogged w/link)
Wild Adventurer
The new apparel makes me think of a popular feral elf boy and so I tried to make an outfit based on him. Other breeds clip weirdly so it may not work for every dragon. Some items can also be added or removed.
Also, this made me realize that there’s no shield apparel. Why don’t we have shields?
my god, I’m a fool how could I forget these guys exist
threw a temper tantrum about fr’s anatomy instead of doing homework;; thought this might be interesting/good reference so i’ll post it. thanks for coming to my comparative anatomy ted talk
While I agree with most of this, I want to add that Nocturne wing pain is solved if they used their wings to walk and kept their front legs off the ground. The webbing wouldn’t be stretched weirdly and would continue to flow from the front of the hind legs to the ground correctly. (The hatchling art is a good reference in this regard, although the little guy is sitting. It’s the closest we have to their canonical ground locomotion)
Back at it again at Krispy Kreme- *coughs* Anyway its been a while since I’ve done anything for FR, so here’s a thing
This is Noapte, it’s going to be going up for preorders for 500g. Link to my accent shop is on my blog page
based on this post
cry time
meet. GOOSE
If the banescales were eradicated because of their ferocity in battle, is that perhaps why the Flamecaller made coatls? They are so much softer than her first children. They speak in song and give gifts to share their affection. The encyclopedia describes them as "an agreeable lot" who give gifts to "placate enemies and competitors."
After the loss of the banescales, was the Flamecaller's heart so broken that she made children who would not prompt such extreme retaliation?
In a time of birth and sorrow, the blazing heart of the world lay dormant and cold
her children never called her cold, and the fact that they never called her cold was hidden behind ruffled-feather smiles and soft huffs of forgebreath laughter. she was the flamecaller, mistress of the forge, maker of the beating veins beneath the earth. in no way could one call her cold.
when a coatl had tired eyes and singed drooping feathertips, their companions would hum their condolences. “you can’t fly too close to the sun,” they’d admonish. “we are made of fire, but that just means we can be smothered all the more easily.” the coatl nods, and puts away the smoldering molten remnants of whatever project had brought their mother’s attention, usually for good.
sometimes, they fight back.
“i don’t understand!” he screams at her, his primaries flaring up in a challenging display. “there is no reason we should be at the mercy of the kindness of others--what if kindness isn’t an option? talona would slaughter us all, we shouldn’t have to be forced to rely on anyone but ourselves for our safety!” his voice, so accustomed to singing and warbling, cracks and tears at the harsh violence of his shouting. the flamecaller stares at him, not impassively, but her expression does not change.
it takes her so much effort for that singular expression that she cannot even begin to form words. she hopes that the delay in her response reads as a dignified, deific pause, and that her tight throat loosens in the echoes of the dormant cave.
“i did not make you to make me machinations of war,” she says. “leave the mirrors and the wildclaws to their games of bloodshed and battle. you were not built for the fields of war, and i shall not allow an attempt against your nature.”
“i don’t understand!” he screams again. “you didn’t make us to fight, but we might have to! what will happen if the armies march on us here and slaughter us, smash our eggs with the corpses of ourselves? what will you say to our broken, helpless bodies then?”
she is somewhere else, then. not in a cramped forgeworks, but upon her molten throne, her sobs clawing out her chest like a horde of daggers shredding her heart. she feels each and every child of her hubris die, first one by one, then in a great flood, and then there is a horrific, terrible silence--not one of a lack of bloodshed, but of an absence of any blood to be shed. she keens, and wails, and she swears to herself then and there: she would not make machinations of war again. not even if the very warden himself were to march upon her throne.
and when her tears stop flowing, and when her throat no longer aches with crying, she makes the first of the coatls from the droplets of molten magma that fell from her, and she sings into them all her hopes, her dreams, her prayers.
you will be kind. you will be soft. you will sing songs of love. you...will be loved.
you must be loved.
The flights as Whose Line is it Anyways Identities
earth:
fire:
wind:
water:
shadow:
ice:
((rest are in reblogs))
lightning:
light:
nature:
plague:
arcane:
bonus, the eleven:
New accent, YEET This is fiica morții (the daughter of death) and it’ll be up for preorders in my accent shop for 500g. Check out my thread for an auto-previewer link!
meet jubileus, my new gen one!
FR anthro designs + size comparison.
Some are messier than others, but over all good. Click Through for their Job titles
ridgeback headcanons:
lightning ridges have this extremely useful (and yet unsettling to some) ability to swim through sand like massive landsharks. they use their magic to navigate while underground and are able to cover vast distances out of the reach of the Shifting Expanse’s violent storms.
this is an old one of mine, but their jaws can be shot forward in a manner extremely similar to that of goblin sharks
their spines are used for communication, very effectively signalling anger, a threat display, happiness, or excitement based on context. the rattling noise that’s produced by their spines clacking together is unlike anything else.
they can make the deepest, most unearthly scream on the planet. ridges will often let loose with this demonic bellow as they sprint into battle… and honestly if the image of a titanic dragon taller than most houses, bristling with spikes, barrelling toward you, and making a sound like a portal straight to hell doesn’t scare you senseless i really can’t help you
their laughs are also kind of terrifying. they can’t really help that, the scream place is right next to the laugh place.
Trickmurk skin entry, Hallucination
I don’t have time to do an accent i don’t think, so this’ll be my only entry this time ‘round There’s a reason why even shadow dragons stay away from munching on the local glowing mushrooms
the inside of my brain when an enemy dodges my eliminate:
Finally put together a new accent lmao This is Galaxy Behemoth! It’ll be up for preorder for 500g.
Link to the shop link will be in the notes or can be found on my blog page
Got around to doing a new header for my accent shop! About time too, I got tired of looking at the old one every time I had to update things.
hhhHHH I love my new son,,,
I’m still debating on what to make of him lore-wise, but I’ve been entertaining the thought of him being a rogue force that’s trying to overthrow the current leaders.