#duskell

[leirin]

The Poster at Lashine City

[chelseacatgirl]

During a an adventure to save the Hidden Realm of Skylands from the Greater Forces of Darkness, a group of Skylanders and their allies were camping out for the night before they can continue their journey in the morning, late at night Nightfall and Duskelle snuck out of camp naked and went skinny dipping together at night, it was Duskelle's idea after all.

💝🎁🎂🎁💝Also drew this for Catherine's 38th birthday too, Happy Birthday @vriskafangirl111💝🎁🎂🎁💝

🛑👇🛑Also this🛑👇🛑https://www.deviantart.com/nekromanda/art/Stamp-Nudity-287894248

https://www.deviantart.com/darknessawakens13/art/Reposting-922718011

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Drawn on ibisPaint X on my Samsung Galaxy Tab A.

Nightfall (c) Activision

Duskelle (c) Me

[nylusion]

Crafting the Verdant Greatsword can be tough in Re:Legend since Duskel can hit fairly hard!

[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

The Phoenix and the Crow

part seventeen

pairing: kaz brekker x fem!reader

genre: neutral

el's thoughts: part seventeen!!! hope y'all enjoy!

series masterlist

“No,” Nina said as she watched the wolves circle Matthias. She grabbed Kaz’s arm, “You have to stop this.”

“Let go of me, Nina.” His gravel-rough voice was low, but Y/N sensed real menace in it.

The heartrender dropped her hand, “Please, you don’t understand.”

“If he survives, I’ll take Matthias Helvar out of this place tonight, but this part is up to him.”

Nina gave a frustrated shake of her head. “You don’t get it.”

Y/N drove her attention back to the arena below them. The three wolves lined up together and tumbled over one another to get to him. 

At the last second, Matthias dropped into a crouch, knocking the first Wolf into the dirt, then rolling right to pick up the bloodied knife the previous combatant had left in the sand. He sprang to his feet, blade held out before him, but his reluctance was painted on his face. His head was cocked to one side, and the look in his blue eyes was pleading as if he was trying to engage the two wolves circling him in some silent negotiation. Whatever the plea might have been, it went unheard. The wolf on the right lunged. Matthias crouched low and spun, lodging his knife in the wolf’s belly. It gave a miserable yelp, and Matthias seemed to shudder at the sound. It cost him precious seconds. The third wolf was on him, knocking him to the sand. Its teeth sank into his shoulder. He rolled, taking the wolf with him. The wolf’s jaw snapped, and Matthias caught them. He wrenched them apart, the muscles of his arms flexing, his face grim. 

Y/N turned her head subconsciously leaning closer to Kaz, and squeezed her eyes shut. There was a sickening crack. The crowd roared. 

Matthias knelt over the wolf. Its jaw was broken, and it lay on the ground twitching in pain. He reached for a rock and slammed it hard into the poor animal’s skull. It went still and Matthias’ shoulders slumped. The people howled, stomping their feet. Only Y/N and Nina knew what this was costing him, that he’d been a druskelle. Wolves were sacred to his kind, bred for battle like their enormous horses. They were friends and companions, fighting side by side with their duskelle masters.

The first wolf had recovered and was circling Matthias once again. He got to his feet, but his movements were slow, weary. His heart wasn’t in this fight. His opponents were gray wolves, rangy and wild, but cousins to the white wolves of the Fjerdan north. Matthias had no knife, only the bloody rock in his hand, and the remaining wolf prowled the arena between him and the pile of weapons. The wolf lowered its head and bared its teeth.

Matthias dove to the left. The wolf lunged, sinking its teeth into his side. He grunted and hit the ground hard. For a moment, it looked like he might simply give in and let the wolf take his life. Then he reached out, hand scrabbling through the sand, searching for something. His fingers closed over the shackles that had bound his wrists. 

He seized them, looped the chain across the wolf’s throat, and pulled the veins in his neck cording from the strain. His bloody face was pressed against the wolf’s ruff, his eyes tightly shut, his lips moving. What was he saying? A druskelle prayer? A farewell?

The wolf’s hind legs scrabbled at the sand. Its eyes rolled, frightened whites showing bright against its matted fur. A high whine rose from its chest. And then it was over. The creature’s body stiled. Both fighters lay unmoving in the sand. Matthias kept his eyes closed, his face still buried in the creature’s fur.

The crowd’s thundering roar of approval shook Y/N’s core. The ladder was lowered, and the announcer sprang down, hauling Matthias to his feet and grabbing his wrist to raise his hand in victory. The announcer gave him a little nudge, and Matthias lifted his head. 

Y/N squinted her eyes to get a better view of the Fjerdan’s face and her heart ached at the sight. Tears streaked the dirt on Matthias’ face. The rage was gone, and it was like some flame had gone out with it. His north sea eyes were cold, empty of feeling, stripped of anything human. It was a look that Y/N had only ever seen on the traumatized soldiers that had been left under her care after any battle. This is what Hellgate had done to him. 

Kaz watched as Y/N’s eyes darted around the arena, avoiding the scene below. Three dead wolves and a Fjerdan standing amongst them. He knew he had no control over the situation, but Saints, he wished he could prevent Y/N from being in this position. ‘She’s a soldier.’ She was trained for things like this. She was fine. He mentally scolded himself for allowing his mind to drift away from the task at hand. Getting Matthias out of here. That’s the mission.

~

It took Kaz a few seconds to pick the lock. The door creaked open and they slipped inside. 

The cell was pitch-black. A brief moment passed, and the cold green glow of a bonelight flickered to life beside Y/N. 

This is what the men of Hellgate fought and risked their lives for: a private cell, a blanket, clean water, a bucket for waste. Matthias slept with his back to the wall. Even in the dim illumination of the bonelight, she could see his face starting to swell. She winced at the thought of what kind of pain the man would be in once he woke up.

Nina moved toward him, but Kaz stopped her with a hand on her arm. “Let Y/N assess the damage.”

“I can-” Nine began.

“I need you to work on Muzzen.”

Y/N took cautious steps closer to take account of Matthias’ injuries. Muzzen stepped forward. He removed his cloak and shirt and the Madman’s mask. His head was shaved, and he wore prison-issue trousers.

Both grisha women shared a bewildered look once they realized Kaz’s plan. Both men were about the same height and the same build, but that was where the similarities ended. 

“You can’t possibly mean for Muzzen to take Matthias’ place.”

“He isn’t here for his sparkling conversation,” Kaz replied and then turned to Nina. “You’ll need to replicate Helvar’s injuries. Y/N what’s the inventory?”

She hummed quietly, “Bruised knuckles, chipped tooth, two broken ribs… Third and fourth on the left.”

“His left or your left?” Kaz asked.

“His left.”

“This isn’t going to work,” Nina said in frustration. “I can match the damage to Helvar’s body, but I’m not a good enough tailor to make Muzzen look like him.”

“Just trust me, Nina.”

“I wouldn’t trust you to tie my shoes without stealing the laces, Brekker.” She peered at Muzzen’s face. “Even if I swell him up, he’ll never pass.”

“Tonight, Matthias Helvar – or rather, our dear Muzzen – is going to appear to contract firepox, the lupine strain, carried by wolves and dogs alike. Tomorrow morning, when his guards discover him so covered in pustles that he is unrecognizable, he will be quarantined for a month to see if he survives the fever and to outwait the contagion. Meanwhile Matthias will be with us. Get it?”

Y/N had backed away from Matthias’ sleeping form and stared at Kaz with wide eyes. Once again, he’d proved his mastermind. His criminal mastermind. ‘I couldn’t have fallen for a general, could I?’ Kirigan flashed in her mind. ‘Forget the general. A Barrel king would work.’

Nina looked Muzzen up and down, “This is going to hurt just as much as if you’d been in the fight yourself,” she warned him.

He scrunched up his face, bracing for the pain. “I can take it.”

With that, she started reproducing all of the injuries accounted for by the inferni. The tall man grunting and wincing in pain with the start of every new one. With a sharp slice of her hand she broke his ribs causing him to groan and double over in pain.

“That’s a good boy,” said Kaz. “Taking it like a champion. Knuckles next, then face.”

Once Nina was done working on Muzzen, she moved to heal Matthias. Her hands traveled over the bruised line of his jaw, her hesitance was evident as her hand lingered there.

“Not the face, Nina.” Kaz stood behind her with the bonelight in his hand. “I need him to be mobile, not pretty. Heal him fast and only enough to get him walking for now. I don’t want him spry enough to vex us.”

The heartrender placed her hand on his shoulder. “Helvar,” she said. He didn’t stir. “Matthias.” She leaned down to place a kiss on his temple. Tears silently making a trail down her cheek. “Matthias,” she said once again.

Y/N looked away to give her any sort of privacy as her heart ached for her friend. 

“Nina?” The Fjerdan’s voice was raw. 

“Oh, Saints, Matthias.” She whispered. “Please wake up.” 

His eyes opened, groggily, palest blue Y/N had ever seen but something was hidden beneath the waves of his eyes. Something dark made her stand on edge. His knuckles brushed her cheek; his rough hand cupped her face tentatively, disbelieving. “Nina.”

“Shhh, Matthias. We’re here to get you out.”            

Before anyone could blink he had a hold of her shoulders and had pinned her to the ground. “Nina,” he growled. And then his hands closed around her throat. 

[carc-arts]

Recently I have joined a pokémon based DnD campaign. Most of the other players are playing as human characters, but the DM encouraged me to play as a pokémon, which I absolutely jumped at the chance to. Quickly I threw together this art of my Duskull character in the iconic Duskell pose to introduce myself into the campaign.

[r-ghostly]

Sneak peak ;P

[caelestiaal]

share your address by ben platt

i wanna watch you while you sleep i know I might sound like a creep but I can't help myself

send me your favourite song and I’ll tell you my favourite line.

[pekasairroc]

I shall now have many Sableye to play with my Haunters

[livingprophecy]

@nhabn​​​  asked:      he  grasps  helplessly  at  the  corpse  of  his  brother  as  it  floats  lifelessly  in  the  frozen  waters  of  fjerda.  for  a  long  moment,  kueng  wishes  he  was  the  inferni.  he  would  set  the  ice  court  aflame  and  damn  the  consequences,  see  the  flames  licking  at  every  single  duskelle  and  the  bastards  that  dared  to  call  grisha  the  abominations.  they  had  cost  him  his  father,  and  now  they'd  gone  and  taken  his  kebben  from  him.  but  he  was  not,  he  was  not  kuwei.   we  were  so  close,  his  mind  offers  up  pathetically.  the  voices  of  their  rescuers  call  out  behind  him,  as  deafening  as  the  frantic  beating  of  his  heart  in  his  eardrums.  a  tidemaker's  hands  curl  against  the  pallid  face,  lips  blue  from  the  freeze  already.  he  had  never  imagined  it  would  be  kuwei  he'd  lose,  he  had  always  thought  —  had  hoped  —  that  it  would  be  his  own  death  at  the  hands  of  the  druskelle.  he  was  expendable,  a  pawn  to  make  kuwei  comply.  he'd  never  thought—   kueng's  heart  does  not  harden  like  ice.  he  knows  the  fjerdan  saying,  the  water  hears  and  understands.  he  knows  it  is  wrong.  he  will  drown  the  very  heart  of  fjerda  for  taking  everything  from  him.      /      my  muse  is  dead.  tell  me  how  yours  is  dealing  with  it.  

[moonhze-archive]

i’ve decided to put my wisp gameplay on hold once again, i’ve made some of the recent posts private rather than deleting just in case i change my mind at a later date. it was just causing me too much stress bc all of the ideas i had story-wise weren’t playing out how i wanted them to.

for now, i’ll be over on @duskel playing a nice casual maxis match save!

[zoivadoodles]

Rough concepts of the skelebros. (Head canon stuff ahead for in the works fanfiction)

sans: Magic eye can shift between eye sockets (think Duskell). sans’ smile is well practiced, even in a frown he has taken delicate care to hide those fangs. Being what is referred to as a ‘primal trait’ within skeleton monsters, its viewed in a less than stellar light.

Always stretched far to thin, constant erratic resets leaving him perpetually lost on the concept of days past between them. Emotional if not careful, sans spends a lot of his days napping in narcoleptic episodes. Changes in the underground are kept in a carefully scripted log book found in his inner jacker pocket... when he can remember to leave it there. (Player Character is a Modder/Speed Runner)

Hobbies: Sowing (Responsible for all of Papyrus’ costumes growing up), Reading. Catching those hard earned Zzs

Papyrus: Always the more jovial side of the skeleton brothers, Pap’s attitude towards his job is always filled with excitement. Highly energetic and easily enthused, Papyrus is easily the only monster in the underground on most days to inspire his troubled elder brother.

Papyrus will sometimes experience deja vu in relation to the resets. This is probably the results of his and sans’ especially close bond.

Hobbies: Cooking, Construction (Enjoys the upkeep projects around Snowdin. Often goes off to help in other areas of the Underground), Training

  I’m not sure if I like the way I drew his face. Its simple and easy to do for quick sketches but it doesn’t quite feel like him. So we’ll see after working on it some more. Also thinking of changing his outfit.

More to come soon! :D

[leirin]

The Fire Witch, Duskell

[chelseacatgirl]

This is a Christmas picture I drew for my friend Catherine.

It's the Christmas celebration at the Glowell Village at the Glittering Star Valley, where Serena, Purity, Duskelle, and Nightfall are in cute Christmas outfits handing out gifts to the villagers while Luminous, Astroblast, and Yoru stumbled upon them while Astroblast knows that Yoru will find Duskelle cute wearing that outfit.

🎁🎄🎁Merry Christmas @vriskafangirl111 🎁🎄🎁

Drawn on ibisPaint X on my Samsung Galaxy Tab A.

Luminous, Astroblast, and Nightfall (c) Activision

Serena, Purity, Duskelle, and Yoru (c) Me

[nylusion]

Gathering the items to upgrade the item shop is quite a task in Re:Legend!

[wilsont21]

Duskel novel tries to sneak back in? (guess not)

[idiotatplay]

I went #pumpkinpicking on #Saturday and decided to take some pics for the #PokemonGoContest. This little #Duskell with the #pumpkins was cute. #Pokemon #PokemonGo #Pumpkin #DonaldsonFarms #Halloween #Fall #October (at Donaldson Farms - Farm Market)