#character/tsunami

[the-jordas-trials]

not the remaining earthmover reference yet but! all of them together!! this time fat baby ouppie version. in order from left to right we have: Starshine, Hurricane, Cyclone, Tropical, Whalefall, Typhoon, Pyroclastic, Transform, Divergent, Convergent, Tsunami, Eruption (and what remains of Bradyseism), Habitat, Geyser, Pompeii, Freeze and lastly Solarflair!

[mountainsofewoks]

I like drawing Seawings the normal amount . . . (1/??)

[foolsome-phantom]

I’ve never seen humanized wings of fire character designs that I actually liked. So i made some!!

[delicatewhumps]

characters reuniting after one of them was presumed dead >>

just think about it!

maybe whumpee faked their death.

maybe magic or something was involved, so they actually died, but somehow came back to life. like maybe they were a ghost who gained a physical body back, or maybe some otherworldly power granted them a return to the living world (ahem, cw’s once upon a time….)

maybe they were left for dead — fatally injured and caretaker had to leave them — but they miraculously survived and found their way home!

maybe they were lost in an accident / natural disaster, and caretaker finds them among the survivers in a shelter or hospital.

maybe they were wrongfully declared dead by doctors, sent to a morgue across the country so their body could be used in a cadaver lab, and then they woke up! (….totally not based on a plot to one of my own fics.)

however it happens, it’s perfect. especially if whumpee is still as physically injured as they were before…

caretaker gasping and crying and wrapping them in an enormous hug. or maybe rushing to their hospital bedside, taking their hand.

“i thought i lost you.”

“i went to your funeral, whumpee, i— i… this can’t… oh, god… oh, god!!”

“you died! how— how are you here?!”

caretaker might think they’re dreaming. after all, they saw whumpee. it was hopeless. they’ve spent god-knows-how-long grieving whumpee. but now whumpee is back, alive, in front of them!

“i’m never leaving your side.”

“don’t ever do that to me again, you asshole!”

“[insert setting-appropriate higher power here], thank you. thank you for giving them back to me.”

[hallow-graves]

royal seawing family tree that i spent way too long on,, might do other wof family trees too so lmk if there's any specific ones you'd like to see 👀

[no-nic]

kiri!sakura & kiri!kakashi

🌸🌊🐺

Sakura, like any average shinobi of Kirigakure, loves swords. It is practically a tradition to fall in love with one of the Seven Swordsmen and imagine yourself becoming their apprentice. Little Sakura used to roll her turtleneck up and pretend to be the Silver Fang, complete with wielding two sticks. There’s also the part where you kill them and take up their weapon. For some this is half the appeal. Little Sakura thought the bloodless solution was obvious: The Kiba is actually two swords, you can just each use one and become the bestest of friends. The latest trend among the Swordsmen seems to be getting the hell out of Kiri. Momochi, Hoshigaki, and Hatake all left, the rest is being closely watched. The upper shinobi ranks are in disarray. There are whispers of a rebellion. Yagura is destroying their country drop by drop. Little Sakura never thought she would become a missing-nin. Tokubetsu jonin Sakura is ready to throw away her headband, track down the Silver Fang, and claim one half of his sword duo. (And maybe climb him like a tree.)

#pink tsunami au; an excuse to have sakura with sharp teeth

[mothpawbs]

and here's tsunami, the last of the dod! gotta be honest i kinda admitted defeat on her glowscales, i have no idea how i want to simplify down seawings. this will work i suppose.

headcanon stuff: she looks a lot like gill but with coral's coloring. pink accents like both coral (who has more magenta) and gill (who has a peachy color). a few nicks and scrapes here and there, but doesn't wear any armor because who needs that? the only jewlery she wears is a shell earring and a jade ring on a cord with a few pearls, signifying her association with jma.

[lightdancingwords]

Come Find Me - Part Ten - Final

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader

Series Summary: You are a new arrival to Big Sky, Montana, and found gainful employment with the local insurance department next door to the sheriff’s department. A whole new life with your past haunting you, while Beau is still dealing with the entanglements with his ex-wife. Can either of you succeed in overcoming your ghosts?

Word Count: 1,365

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, mentions domestic violence/intimate partner violence, vague description of 18+ content (barely smut, but warning is here)

A/N: Comments, Likes, Reblogs, Kind feedback are always highly appreciated. Please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list! Please see this post regarding future story posts. This is the finale chapter! I have a Supernatural one in mind for my next series! I’m sorry this one was short, but it just happened that way.

Divider: credit to @tsunami-of-tears

Chapter Ten: The Declaration

After Beau left to drop Emily off at Carla’s, you made a beeline for your car, taking out your overnight bag. You went inside Beau’s trailer, once again marveling at how spartan it looked. He kept it simple, plain. He was rarely inside, so he was practical. Yet, he gave you flowers, pure decoration. It made you smile.

You paused outside the door to his bedroom. You had made a decision, but it was still a rather big decision. In realizing just how much he meant to you, in how much you loved him, you wanted to take the next step.

You realized you wanted to be with him in a physical, intimate way. Beau was going to have the surprise of his life when he came back. On a whim, when you’d packed the overnight bag, you also packed a lingerie set, a lacy negligee. You didn’t think you’d use it, but you were feeling romantic. Now you were feeling grateful you’d thought of it.

You felt your nerves tingle as you decided to go inside Beau’s bedroom. You marveled that the tall Texan could fit in such a short bed, but you were glad it was wide enough. You glanced around, spotting a photo of him and Emily, and smiled.

God, you loved him. You were hopelessly, irrevocably, in love with him.

—

For the first time in several years, basically since his divorce, Beau was handling Christmas well. Holidays were difficult, seeing Carla with Avery, Emily preferring her mother… but now? Now since he met Y/N, he was eager. Freed, even. As though finally moving on, and he was, at last.

He pulled into his designated parking area, and saw that Y/N wasn’t in the yard anymore. He hoped she’d finally feel comfortable to go in and out of his trailer as she desired, even though they never talked about exchanging keys. She’d slept outside for weeks before they became an item, so he knew it was a rather unconventional beginning.

He got out of the truck, and headed to the trailer. He paused as he entered, as he was surprised he didn’t see Y/N in the kitchen or living room. “Darlin’?” he called out.

“In the bedroom,” she returned.

His brows lifted, and he stepped in the bedroom, wondering what he’d find. A part of him was hopeful, but reserved, aware of the trauma she carried. Another part of him was thrilled at a potential time together. The rest of him was just intrigued.

He saw her sitting on the edge of his bed, a silky piece of clothing beside her. “Darlin’?”

—

You looked up at him and smiled faintly, your heart clenching. You’d chickened out on putting on the negligee. It wasn’t in you to be ‘sexy’, not really. Even though Beau made you feel like the most beautiful person in the world by the way he looked at you, it was out of character for you to dress in sexy lingerie.

“Hey.”

“You okay, darlin’?” he asked, coming to sit next to you, wrapping an arm around you to hold you close. “You look like your stomach’s killin’ ya.”

“That’s a pretty accurate description,” you said with a half-laugh. “I, um… I was trying…” You paused, pinched the bridge of your nose. “God. I feel stupid now.”

“Hey, ya ain’t stupid, darlin’,” he murmured. You leaned against him, drew on his steady warmth and strong heartbeat. “Maybe for hookin’ up with me, but ya ain’t stupid in general.”

You laughed and he smiled. You knew instantly that joke was designed to make you smile. “But we haven’t hooked up yet, not in the way the vernacular means.”

“Look at ya all fancy,” he teased.

“Beau,” you murmured his name, looked up at him to catch his gaze. Your heartbeat was amazingly steady as you took him in. His fringe hair fell into his eyes, his beard all neat and trimmed. It was his eyes, as usual, that captivated you, that mossy green. This incredible, sweet man with the Texan drawl. His adoration was clear as day.

“Yeah, darlin’?” he whispered, his fingers lightly brushing your cheeks.

The words came out before you could do anything about them. “I love you.”

His eyes widen slightly, then darken with emotion. “I love you too, darlin’,” he replied, his voice low and soft.

The room was bathed in soft, golden light from the bedside lamp, its glow casting gentle shadows on the walls. You sat facing each other, your breaths mingling in the quiet space. For a moment, neither spoke, the weight of your words—“I love you”—still hanging in the air, fragile and beautiful. He reached out first, his fingertips brushing your cheek. You closed your eyes at the touch, leaning into his palm as though it were the most natural thing in the world. His hand slid to cradle your face, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone with reverence. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp that sent a shiver through you. Your eyes opened, meeting his, and the emotion there—vulnerability, longing, devotion—stole your breath. “I’ve never felt this way before,” you admitted, your voice trembling but steady with truth. “I’m… nervous.” “Me too,” he whispered, his smile soft and reassuring. “But I don’t wanna rush this. I just want ya, darlin’.” You smiled back, your heart swelling with a warmth that felt almost too big for your chest. Slowly, you reached for him, your hands resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palms. He leaned down, their foreheads touching as their breaths synchronized, grounding them in the moment. When their lips met, it was tender—an exploration, not a conquest. His kiss was slow and gentle, a silent promise of care and patience. You kissed him back, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. They moved together without haste, shedding layers of clothing like barriers dissolving between them. His hands found the scar on your abdomen, a mark you’d long been self-conscious about. Your breath caught as his fingers traced it, reverent rather than hesitant. “It’s part of ya, darlin’,” he said softly, meeting your gaze. “And I love every part of ya.” Your eyes glistened with unshed tears, and you cupped his face, pulling him into a deeper kiss. The world outside faded, leaving only the two of you. The bed was soft beneath them as you lay down together, your bodies aligning in a way that felt as natural as breathing. Every touch, every kiss, was unhurried and full of meaning. His hands caressed you as if memorizing you, and you let yourself open to him, your own hands exploring the contours of his body. You moved together like a tide meeting the shore—gentle, inevitable, and profoundly connected. When you finally joined, it wasn’t about lust but about love—an expression of everything you felt for each other. You held each other close, your movements slow and deliberate, your breaths mingling as you whispered each other’s names. In the end, it wasn’t the act itself that mattered but the way you looked at each other—the way your love had deepened, woven into every glance and touch. As you lay entwined, your hearts beating in unison, you knew this was more than a moment; it was a beginning.

—

You lay in Beau’s arms, your cheek resting on his chest, hearing his heartbeat. You idly traced the contours of his chest, content. “I don’t want to get up.”

He smiled, his hand lightly grazing your back. “Neither do I, darlin’.”

“I guess we could stay all day,” you murmured, taking a deep breath, settling comfortably.

“You could stay all night, darlin’,” he said, tugging you closer. “In fact, stay in my life forever if ya want.”

You smiled warmly. “Maybe I will.”

He closed his eyes with a contented smile on his face. “I’d like that, darlin’. I’d like that very much.”

You curled closer to him, your eyes half-closed. You were at peace. It was though you finally came home.

The End… for now.

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[go-goh]

Season 2 Squad 🕺

[thepoisonjackal]

Remakes of the Dragonets of Destiny! Much better than my old ones.

Really happy with how these came out. Image description under cut.

[Image ID: The first image is Clay from Wings of Fire. His body is facing right but his head is turned left. He is smiling and raising his wings. His back right foot is lifted off of the ground, and his thigh is heavily scarred. The second image is Tsunami from Wings of Fire. She is a blue seawing, and she is facing right. Her wings are raised and her front right foot is raised off the ground. She is wearing a pearl necklace. The third image is Glory from Wings of Fire. She is a green and blue rainwing with yellow and orange accents. She has vines and flowers around her neck and a sloth on her shoulder. The fourth image is Starflight from Wings of Fire. He is a dark grey nightwing, and he is facing right. He has scars on the front of his body and his eyes are covered by a green blindfold. He is holding a pile of scrolls with his front left claw. The fifth image is Sunny from Wings of Fire. She is a golden sandwing facing right. She is rearing up on her hind legs with her wings extended, and she is smiling wide. She is wearing a sun necklace and a beetle necklace. End ID]

[dibatag]

Wof book tierlist

[sombrathedragon]

DoD collectively as D8

I don’t like how their faces came out but I do like my Starflight design :D

Link to see which ones I’ve already done :p

[foolsome-phantom]

Tsunami as a MLP! But shes not a pony I made her a hippogriff/hippocampus

[seawing-vibes]

HI THAT WAS ME IM SORRY TUMBLR ATE UR ASK. PERIL IS TRANS I KNOW HER ALSO INTEGRAL TO HER CHARACTER AND IM THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES IT(THATS BASICALLY THE ASK)

HII NO NEED TO BE SORRY TUMBLRS SYSTEM IS ASS!! THANK YOU SM FOR RESENDING THE ASK A <33 OKAY PERIL POST DO-OVER!!

SPECTRUM USED FROM THIS POST!!!!!!!!!

OKAY SO I JUST DECIDED TO FILL THE WHOLE THING OUT! I headcanon Peril as Intersex and nonbinary!! AND SAME FOR ME, they fall fight between “I know them” and “their lore is literally impacted by their transsexualism”!! Peril is a very Nonbinary character to me, the way she was raised to view things as very “black & white” and hosting a sense of little self autonomy— makes them finding a comfortable identity in a very “”in the middle”” gender compelling! Especially within the understanding of how Peril was raised and brought up in someone else’s vision, being able to find self-identity in that nature of breaking down the “black & white” structure that was forced on them through the act of finding identity in neutrality. I find the development of self-love extended through gender expression in that nature something that works well in-unison with Peril’s pre-existing themes! Especially in regards to the layered metaphors of the Necklace. As a nonbinary person myself - I found that to be a pinnacle moment of forced suppression of identity into something more “palatable” to the public perception - in this analysis that being the forcing of femininity onto a gnc aligning identity - speaking to the way many nonbinary identity’s are expected to lean “one direction or the other”. So that moment being involved in Perils story - and her breaking free of it and having a self-realization/control moment - very reflective of nonbinary/gender non conforming experiences !!

With that though - thats just my own interpretation and connection to those aspects of Peril’s characterization! I find her lore and themes within her character to speak to many universal experiences of identity that can be interpreted in a fluid way. Like I personally read it as a very compelling arc about non-conformity and applied my own experiences with gender expression onto it, but other interpretations/analyses are just as strong! Thats why I put this headcanon in the middle, because I find it connects heavily to their lore, but is similarly just an extension of it and not necessarily interwoven in-full. Its a lot of personal interpretation which is why the personable “I know them” also 100% fits my perception of transgenderism onto Peril <33

Also the Intersex headcanon is purely a me thing, I always thought Peril was intersex just like. Factually lmao (one of those “I somehow convinced myself this was canon and was surprised to learn it was not” moments lmao). The reason I included it as well is because within my headcanon I think Peril would similarly absorb her being intersex to a further extension of gender identity! Again, breaking down those “black & white” views that were forced on them through themself - literally! Notably being intersex does not inherently mean gender identity is going to be impacted as well, just for this headcanon I feel Peril’s relationship to their gender identity would be strongly impacted by them being intersex <3 !!

OKAY SORRY THIS GOT LONG BUT THIS WAS FUN TO WRITE! TWICE ! LMAO! I have lots of thoughts on these guys so feel free to ask any questions about the other characters if ya want!!! I have many thoughts lmao…

Also I love analyzing these dragons so if anyone has a different interpretation of the characters & wanna share PLEASE DO!!!! I love hearing other perspectives, especially if they contrast my own interpretations, it’s all so cool!!!! <333

[toadslug]

I realized I haven't drawn Core being silly in a while, so I drew them being silly <3 Also, they needed a new profile picture on TH and stuff.

Plus some crappy sketches of Gill and Tsunami (I was testing out a brush I haven't used in a while):

[thecraftydragonc]

Tsunami! Had some trouble getting her "canon" colors right because all of her refs on the WoF wiki are slightly different shades of blue.

[Start ID: A digital drawing of a headshot of the character Tsunami, a Seawing dragon from the book series Wings of Fire. Tsunami is mostly a rich blue in appearance, with a light blue underbelly. She has aquatic attributes like fins on her back, barbels on her chin, and gills. She is smiling with her white sharp teeth visible. Her eyes have white sclera and green pupils. She has two dark blue horns, and her fins have dark blue spikes with light turquoise webbing. The background of the piece is a muted yellowish green, with lighter lines shaped like waves and bubbles. In the upper left corner is a watermark with the username "TheCraftyDragonC". End ID.]