#darksong

[saltylovesvessels]

had a dream last night that team cherry released a trailer for something called Darksong which was Silksong but Hornet had a purple cloak and a fluffy head and it made everyone mad bc they weren't even finished with Silksong and it delayed it even more and I remember there being official art for it and it was the Darksong Hornet next to the title with a grey background

anyway artists poorly made rendition

[art-of-thomas-elliott]

The Agori are a feared cult of warrior mercenaries. The highest honour in Agori society is to bring glory and resources to their sect. To better aid them in this task the Agori make extensive use cybernetics to increase their combat prowess, with the most extreme and noticeable being the full body replacement of the Agori Warsuit. Heavily armed and armoured the Warsuit is part walking tank, part life support system. Deep inside the Warsuit there will is a living warrior surgically merged with the armour. Sustained by the Warsuit the Agori warrior within can live for centuries, bringing glory and riches to their sect through unending battle. Over this time it is not uncommon for a Warsuit to acquire trophies and decoration to commemorate its many achievements in war. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #art #artist #painting #oilpaint #oilpainting #traditionalart #illustration #illustrator #thomaselliott #thomaselliottartist #thomaselliottillustrator #darksong #scifi #scifiart #robot #mech #mecha #giantrobot #agori #agoriwarsuit #cyborg #grimdark #armour #conceptart https://www.instagram.com/p/Crdnd0vqEPM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[pepmint-art]

and what if all of The Royal Blacksmiths guys were calling Clouse "our boyfriend" and Lou was gettng offended and when he married Clouse they started to call him "our husband"? what if they want to support this relationship? good friends <3

[mattapsi]

(Matt Apsi, ( feat. The Ageing hippy ))Just  finished .

[kc4artz]

Finally, a family tree

[albweado]

We all have that one character that has gone through unbelievable tragedy… that's old woman Jys’yr for you (there's a reason why she’s part of the Tragedy Trio).

High level fighter/paladin. Acts as “Eilistraee’s Hand of Vengeance"*. Has survived so many assassination attempts (She laments that despite her age, her body won't yield) ((and by that she just beats the shit out of anyone that tries to even touch her)).

*Title gained from infamy

[hallucinateonpaperspines]

if darksong New the gladijatora I'm suprised soundwave didn't adopt her ?

... Someone may have beaten him to it

I kid, not true, but the way I'm approaching sparkling care amid Kaon is very much "it takes a village" style. Some may literally adopt a sparkling (or youngling), but it's more common to keep that spark distance in such a tough environment, especially when you work a job where death is an expectation and not a hazard. So everyone chips in what they can, and adopted creator-creation relationships are often simply portrayed as "apprenticeships" with actual sparklings being pretty rare.

Of course, Soundwave, the mech of cassettes, is an exception to that idea.

Unfortunately for him, youngling Darksong was more like a feral cat that came for food, stayed for head pats, and left before you could lock her in.

He tried and he kept trying... until the incident and there wasn't a way to try anymore.

Soundwave actually would be one of the pseudo-parent figures Darksong trusted and relied on, which makes her chosen allegiances so much more striking and her interactions with the con so much more confusing to those not in the know.

RIP Starscream's sanity.

Lazerbeak is just happy to see her sister again. :D

[wolf-of-stormwind]

I REALLY need to write all of my ships first meetings, but here's a little rundown of them

Anor'ashan and Kael'thas met at one of Lord Saltheril's parties, and he was drawn in by her casual kindness with him

Arthas and Desnomia met when Arthas was a few months old, and Desnomia was three years old.

Elizabeth and Taelia met like in canon with the Kul Tiras campaign

An'ora and Anduin met in Pandaria when he was on the run, and she had been saved from a ship crash by a surviving Dawnchaser named Jahear

Jaina and Lyndra'thel knew each other from the countless battles between the Horde and the Alliance but never really talked until after the fourth war

and ive already talked about how Lyn and Sylv mettt

[purplehaired-revenant]

I love these two

[saberwitch]

further to my previous post I discovered that the Sword Dancers are not the only Eilistraeean order; there are also the Silverhair and Darksong Knights. Either of these would work with Xyllrae, though I'm leaning more toward Darksong, since the Silverhairs were specifically trained in non-lethal combat (against other Drow, anyway) and were more about charm and control, where the Darksong sound more like straightforward knighty types.

I'd really like to change Xyllrae as little as possible, other than her Domain/playstyle. She's still going to be a Cleric of Eilistraee, no matter what.

[elizavella]

Original song about lifes traumas and triggers #originalsongs #darksong...

[making-your-fave-in-fr]

How about the Nameless Deity, from Terraria wrath of the gods?

I made the Nameless Deity from Terraria’s Wrath of the Gods mod in Flight Rising!

F Fae (Dark Shadow Eyes) Maize/Wasp | Maize/Bee | Maize/Glowtail

Luminous Halo, Voltaic Halo, Sakura Flowerfall, Silver Tail Lei, Darksong Face Mask, Brightscale Chest Guard, Bubbly Bisque Gloves, Sakura Wing Garland, Cloudy Feathered Wings, Eerie Cyan Grasp

[art-of-thomas-elliott]

For many generations the people of Magna have been subjugated to harsh totalitarian rule. Caught between the unforgiving industrial reality of life on the walking cities and the uninhabitable toxic environment of their home planet the people of Magna are in a constant state of struggle. The rulers of Magna maintain their tenuous grasp on power through the Magna Guards. Stubborn, implacable, tenacious and cruel, Commander Frankon embodies the qualities that the Magna Guards, of which he leads, are known. Frankon has maintained order on the walking cities but at the cost of constant violence and subjugation. It was under his vigil that the mutant uprising would eventually occur, where citizens would resort to the most extreme means to over throw their oppressors.

Original painting by Thomas Elliott Artist Illustrator

[pepmint-art]

from now on, Cole has 2 dads

[novaursa]

I am so happy that your requests are open. Could you please write one story of Thorren Stark and Targaryen reader. They could be married, but the northern people don't like her too much because they regard her as a foreigner. Once she helps them fight off white walkers both on the ground and with dragon, they start to respect her and tell stories how a fierce warrior she is.

Blood of Fire

Requests are closed!

- Summary: The North was reluctant to warm the dragon with its snows, but then you earned your place as a warrior and as the Lady of the Winterfell.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Torrhen Stark

- Note: I had to leave out the dragon-thing, since by lore they can't/refuse (to) go beyond the Wall.

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

The chill of the North seeps into your bones as you step into the courtyard of Winterfell, where the stares of the Northmen burn hotter than any fire. They watch you like a hawk watches a snake, wary, untrusting. Targaryen. They do not say it to your face, but the word lingers in the air, an unspoken reminder that you are not one of them. You are a dragon, and dragons do not belong in the North.

Your husband, Torrhen Stark, has done his part to protect you, declaring you Lady of Winterfell, but even his word does little to thaw the cold glances. To them, you are still an outsider, a conqueror's sister, someone who could burn their land to ashes with a single command. They see your silver hair, the warmth of fire in your eyes, and they remember what your kind can do.

Even your dragon, a magnificent beast you’ve ridden since your youth, refuses the North's harsh clime. He is restless in Winterfell, his roars echoing across the castle walls, but he will not venture beyond the Wall. The great frozen barrier repels him, as if some ancient magic keeps him from passing. And so, when Torrhen announces an expedition beyond the Wall, you make the choice that stirs whispers amongst his bannermen: you will go, but without your dragon.

They expect you to fail. To be cold, weak, lost. But you will prove them wrong.

The wind howls like a wounded beast as you cross the Wall. The cold is sharper here, biting into your skin despite the furs wrapped around your body. Torrhen rides beside you, his grey eyes glancing at you with the quiet understanding that comes from being your husband and your shield. His bannermen are less subtle in their distrust. They keep their distance, speaking in low voices, their eyes lingering on your Valyrian steel sword, Darksong, its black blade glistening in the weak northern sunlight.

The journey is treacherous, but it is not the wildlings that concern you. You sense something else in the air, something ancient and malevolent. The Night’s Watch rangers, seasoned men who’ve spent their lives guarding the realms of men, speak of whispers in the wind, of shadows moving in the far distance. You know better than to dismiss such tales.

One evening, as the sun sinks behind the horizon, casting long shadows over the frozen wasteland, you hear it—the cracking of ice, followed by an eerie silence. Torrhen’s bannermen fall still, their hands going to their swords. You step forward, your breath visible in the frigid air, and that’s when they appear.

The Others.

They emerge from the darkness like ghosts, their bodies as pale as the ice beneath your feet, their eyes glowing with an unnatural blue. Fear ripples through the men, but not you. You draw Darksong, its black steel seeming to absorb the light around it, and the cold no longer feels so bitter.

They move swiftly, faster than any man, but you are faster still. One of the Others lunges at you, its icy sword raised, but you parry it with Darksong, the clash of steel against ice ringing out in the frozen air. The men of the North watch as you fight—not as a queen or a lady—but as a warrior. Each strike of your blade is precise, lethal, and when you drive Darksong into the chest of one of the creatures, it shatters like fragile glass, breaking into shards of ice that melt away in the snow.

For a moment, the world is still. The remaining Others hesitate, their blue eyes flickering as if they can sense the power of your blade. One by one, you cut them down, their bodies collapsing into nothingness, the air growing warmer with each one that falls.

The men who once doubted you now stand silent, their swords lowered, their eyes wide with disbelief. Torrhen steps forward, his hand resting on your shoulder, his touch warm despite the cold.

“You saved us,” one of his bannermen mutters, his voice filled with awe.

“She killed them,” another whispers, as if he cannot believe what he has seen.

Your breath comes in ragged gasps, the weight of your sword heavy in your hand, but you do not falter. You meet their gazes, one by one, the mistrust in their eyes replaced with something new—respect.

Perhaps the North will never fully accept you. Perhaps they will always see the dragon in your blood, the fire in your veins. But on this day, beyond the Wall, you are not just the sister of Aegon the Conqueror. You are the Lady of Winterfell, a Stark in every way that matters.

Torrhen smiles at you, his grip firm on your arm as the wind howls once more.

“You have shown them who you are,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your cold skin.

You sheathe Darksong and look out into the frozen wasteland, where the corpses of the Others melt into the snow. You have faced the darkness beyond the Wall and emerged victorious. And in the eyes of the Northmen, you are no longer just a Targaryen.

You are their Lady.

The dragon may have stayed behind, but in the North, you have forged a new legend. One of ice, fire, and steel.

[wc-wild-rewrite]

So, Swiftpaw won the story poll, which means i get to deep dive into my story for him. This is subject to change, as i havent finalized the plot past arc 2.

Anyway, under the cut bc it got long

Theres no change to his parentage in this rewrite, still the eldest son of Goldenflower and some loner, one difference is that he isn't a single litter. His sibling, Lynxshine, is here too.

Named after the bird and not the trait, Swiftkit was, in fact, fastest kitten in the nursery, with constantly abundant energy and a bad habit of saying unintentionally hilarious stuff and accidentally insulting other cats. He and two of his denmates, Bracken and Thorn, often played rough and competed with eachother in camp races and mossball, but their collective energy often got one of them, or someone else, hurt or disgruntled.

There were two cats he liked playing with the most that werent in the den, though. Ravenpaw and Tigerclaw. Yes, you heard me.

Ravenpaw was fantastic with kits, he and his denmates loved to sit around and listen to the tom tell wild stories of battles and historic leaders. But that stuff was of the far past, Tigerclaw offered more recent stories, ones that other cats- even his mother- could confirm and add onto. Tigerclaw had a soft spot for kits, you see, so he played with them in the times when he wasnt brooding or plotting his next move. Not wildly, not even particularly well, but the kits loved to play with him.

Anyway, swiftpaw.

As an apprentice, he learnt to manage his energy a bit better, especially under the mentorship of formerly-batshit-kitten Longtail. Unfortunately, this was still in Longtail's asshole Tiger supporter era, so Swift ended up getting kind of pushy towards the other apprentices. He and Thorn developed a rivarly that never really stopped, but as apprentices, it wasn't too friendly. At the end of the day, though, he got along well enough with his denmates. When his littermate came out as a Half-tom (demiboy), he was his number one supporter.

It was around the start of his apprenticeship that Tigerclaw and Goldenflower became mates and, unfortunately, Swiftpaw started to look up to him, as the brave, strong warrior Thunderclan thought he was. He idolized him, even, like his mentor did, and his mentor before that. He quickly started bragging that his dad was deputy, that his dad was the brave warrior that avenged the old deputy and killed the horrible Oakheart.

When Cinderpaw got hit, and Darksong moved to Thunderclan to train her, he picked fights with any cat that would so much as look at either cat wrong. Thankfully, a lot of the senior warriors seemed oddly calm about Darksong, and once Yellowfang started snapping at those who made remarks too, he calmed down mostly. He did, however, get in trouble for nearly clawing another apprentice's ear off at a gathering for such a comment, though. It was less of a "that wasn't right" punishment and more of a "your right but we cant let you get away with violence" punishment

He got increasingly snappy with other clan patrols when he came across them, a bi-product of his step-father's manipulation. After all, he was a strong warrior that protected his clan, of course he wouldn't be friends with other clans.

And then, of course, Tigerclaw was outed for his plan. And his world came crashing down. His father, the father of his soon-to-be-born siblings, was not only a fraud, but a murderer. He had not only killed the former deputy, but Swiftpaw's own uncle, Lionheart. Who was also the father of his denmates. For a while, he became very avoidant with them, too ashamed of his former praise to look them in the eyes. Eventually, Brightpaw calmed him down, and told him nobody was mad at him. He hadn't killed Lionheart, Tigerclaw had.

Unfortunately, not every cat saw it that way, and some of the other cats- the elders particularly- started whispering about him and his behaviour, about how he acted like Tigerclaw, how close he was with him, even pointing out similarities in pelt and body, despite them not being blood.

This was at the same time as his younger siblings were born- Bramble, Tawny, Snow, and Mistle. And you bet that all of them were viewed in a bad way. But this made Swiftpaw worse. Unlike his littermate, who isolated himself from the glaring cats, or his sister, who went and joined Shadowclan, Swift got angry. He got angry, and defense, and wildly protective of his siblings.

When a fire swept through the territory, Swift gathered his siblings and herded them out. But he didn't get Bramble, who had hid from the noise of the scramble to get out. When Swift discovered Yellowfang, his brother's mentor, died because Fireheart had gone back for Bramblekit, it only worsened things.

But that wasn't the last of it. Mistlekit would fall dangerously ill with Greencough in the same moon that Snowkit got snatched by the hawk. He and Bracken chased the hawk until it went past the thunderpath, and he nearly got ran over trying to go after it, only saved by a quick acting Brackenfur. He was sure his baby brother was dead, he was only a few moons old, he couldn't possibly survive a hawk like that. But, thanks to a certain Shadowclan warrior, his brother was saved, if very injured. This didn't stop him from blaming himself for it, like Brackenfur did. If he had been faster, if he had saw the hawk, if he had been watching his brother instead of his sister-

And then Bluestar refused to make him a warrior. That was, essentially, his breaking point. He was held back for moons, his mentor said he was ready, and yet the disobediant tom that was Cloudpaw was allowed to get his warrior name.

He overheard from one of the elders a way that thunderclan used to give out warrior names. Back in tigerclaw's time and before, they used to have to perform something big to prove their loyalty. Swiftpaw remembered hearing about the dog in Sunningrocks, and immediately went to tell the other apprentices. They refused to go with him, knowing it was dangerous, even when Thornpaw too was annoyed at being held back even longer. But he was deadset, he had always been stubborn, but his emotions had been pulled taught by the last few moons, and Brightpaw knew it. So they went off to Sunningrocks.

I don't think i need to describe what followed.

When he awoke, he was covered in bandages, several days later, with his brother reapplying some of them. Brightpaw laid beside him, even more injured than he was. And he realised he almost got her killed. Almost. She had woken before him, but not by long. Bluestar entered the den, giving them a dying apprentice ceremony, naming them Losthope and Dogbite respectively.

And then he discovered his leg had been broken beyond repair. Not enough for removal, but very broken. When he eventually recovered enough to stand, he found he couldn't move his foot at all. Alongside that, he had permenantly lost a few teeth, which messed with his speech, and had some nasty chronic pain. His brother called him a miracle. He had scarring all over his neck, his stomach had clearly been ripped open to some amount, and yet he was alive with far less lasting damage then he should've had.

Lynx, Cinder, Bracken, and Thorn helped him and Bright through their physical therapy. His younger siblings, all healthy by that point, and his mother supported them through it all. He was still angry at being named Dogbite, but it had been a wake up call for him. His rash, angry behaviour, trying to be 'the best', had nearly gotten him and his friend killed.

When Firestar became leader, he was almost called Swiftwing, but wanted to match with Brightheart. And so, he became Swiftheart.

He changed after that, quite significantly. He stopped being so aggressive, he started to unlearn the toxic behaviour Tigerclaw had taught him, and he started being friendlier to other clans. He fought against Tigerclan fiercly, and ended up meeting Gorseflame.

At first, they began talking at gatherings and border patrols, but then they started meeting up, staying behind after gatherings, sneaking out of camp. By the time The New Prophecy happens, he's in love with Gorseflame. They keep it secret, shockingly effectively, mostly thanks to Lynxpaw and Darksong, both of whom were aware of it.

He participated in the Great Journey, and got even closer to Gorseflame during it, becoming mates with him by the time The Power Of Six (Arc 3) came around.

This is where the plot and his involvement gets a tad blurry, but overall he survives the Great Battle, makes the second Great Journey to the new-new territories, and, once cross-clan mates became allowed, had a litter of kits with Gorseflame, with some surrogate help from a Windclan molly.

He became a respected warrior, admired for his bravery and determination.

His kits became Nighthop, Dawnsplash, and Dayshine, with Dawnsplash living in Windclan.

He witnessed the deaths of Bramble, Lynx, and Snow, but was outlived by Mistle.

At the end of Arc 4.5, he notices his vision is going, and rather quickly, one eye more than the other. He didn't know wether to blame this on his old injuries, or a family thing.

Eventually, though, he was sent out with Sandstorm and Alderpaw, and maybe some others, to bring Bloodclan to the territories, and gave his life to let them escape from a pack of dogs.

As he died, he wasn't angry at dying to a dog. He was an elder by that point, he knew Gorse and their kits would be distraught, but he knew Brightheart wasn't expecting him to come back alive. He had done everything he wanted.

He had even taken the dogs down with him, only succumbing to his injuries as he tried to walk and catch up with his clanmates.

In the end, Alderpaw and the others found his body, under a tree, surrounded by the bodies of dogs, on their way back to the clan, and carried him all the way back, alongside Sandstorm's body, and buried him on home territory, with a speech done by his siblings, kits, and mate.

Brightheart was the last to give a speech.