#moonscales

[harrrrow]

this post is a signal flare to steven/harrow / moonscales shippers. scurry into my inbox, all six of you.

[vault-kid]

down boy!

[blucifer08]

[atomiclace]

luna and butch songs please? 🥺

AHH... get ready.....

You Get Me So High - The Neighborhood

But Not Kiss - Faye Webster

Sex with My Ex - Provoker

Stuck with Me - The Neighborhood

Our Deal - Best Coast

Cry - Benson Boone (thank u @/distractedrighter ..... <3)

Bloody Nose - Bay Faction

Night Shift - Lucy Dacus

505 - Arctic Monkeys

Yeah You - Pretty Sick

No. 1 Party Anthem - Arctic Monkeys

Bruise - Between Friends

[making-your-fave-in-fr]

Love love love this blog :D can you please do a vulture from rain world?

I made a Vulture from Rain World in Flight Rising!

F Nocturne (Faded Light eyes) Obsidian/Basic | Black/Stripes | Silver/Points

Eastsong Face Mask, Moonscale Wing Guard, Contrast Rogue Wing Guard

[icantrememberwhoiwaslastdecember]

Wings of the Lost/WoTL Info

HELLO SOME INFO ABOUT MY WINGS OF FIRE/KOTLC CROSSOVER

A lot of the images got removed :( Maybe bc I just copy pasted this from the word doc xD

Anways this is nowhere NEAR complete pfft xD

@inkcapjester @mailyro @dragon-in-a-stew

WINGS OF THE LOST

Wings of Fire x Keeper of the Lost Cities

@icantrememberwhoiwaslastdecember

Celestite [SOPHIE]

Denali [BIANA]

Sunstone [MARELLA]

Everest [FITZ]

Sandpiper [KEEFE]

Carmine [DEX]

Shadesong [TAM]

Songshifter [LINH]

Granite [TIERGAN]

Prince Cyclone [FINTAN]

Suncatcher [JENSI]

Jayfeather [WYLIE]

Denali and Everest: IceWing

Songshifter and Shadesong: Night/LeadWing

Granite: MudWing

Suncatcher: RainWing

Carmine: SkyWing

Sandpiper: SandWing

Celestite

Celestite/Sophie Foster.

Celestite is referred to as the ‘LostWing’. A LostWing isn’t an actual tribe, as Celestite was genetically made by Truthshifter/Shifter/Mr Forkle. Celestite was raised on a large island, Mysterius, far from Pyrrhia. It was (and still is) home to two tribes- CrystalWings and MoonScales. These two tribes lived in peace together. Celestite was raised by two CrystalWings, Lazuli and Topaz, and she had a sister named Amethyst. Celestite obviously wasn’t a CrystalWing, but they all accepted her. Celestite never really questioned her background very much.

CrystalWings

CrystalWings are a dragon tribe that are based off crystals. When they are dragonets, they have shiny coloured scales. As they mature, they begin to grow crystals on these scales. Sometimes these crystals are all the same type, other times they are different. A CrystalWing is considered an adult when their horns have crystallized, which only happens after all crystals on scales have been grown. A CrystalWing is always named after an aspect of their appearance, commonly the colour of their scales, but not always. CrystalWings usually either live in treehouses, small huts on the beaches or in mini underground coves. The main village is where quite a few CrystalWings choose to live, which is slightly left of the centre of the island.

MoonScales

MoonScales are the second dragon tribe living on Mysterius. They are energized when exposed to moonlight, and they are well known for their full moon and new moon ceremonies. The moon is sacred to their tribe, and the CrystalWings respect that. MoonScales, if born under at least one full or new moon, will most likely have powers. If born under a full moon, the dragonet will have empathic and telepathic-like abilities. The dragonet, once matured a little bit, can transmit thoughts into others’ minds, but not read minds themselves. If born under a new moon, the dragonet will have potential sensing and inflicting abilities. These dragonets, once matured a little bit, can sense how ‘great’ another dragon will be one day, and inflict emotions/pains on others. These dragonets are taught how to use their powers carefully, since they are only young. MoonScales are natural healers, and many of them have medic professions around the island of Mysterius. More often than not, MoonScales are sleeping on platforms built on top of trees, sharing a small treehouse/hut with CrystalWings or living in small families in small cottages within the forests. Every year, any dragonet that is from 2 and a half years old to 4 years old is able to participate in a festival. This includes CrystalWing dragonets. The festival included creating masks, unleashing your inner creativity and using your imagination. There are small competitions, activities and performances dotted around the festival, which is usually held on one of the beaches and through a grassy area to a waterfall that the dragonets often swim in.

Celestite’s Appearance

Celestite has pure white scales. She has soft silvery-purple eyes. Her horns are curled into a spiral. Her tail is embedded with crystals that have been there since she hatched. Celestite is very obviously different to any Pyrrhian or Pantalan tribes.

Celestite’s Abilities

 She is able to breathe fire and see small snippets of the future, but she doesn’t ever have full visions. She just sees short scenes. Celestite also has a good resistance to the cold. She is basically the dragon equivalent of autistic as well.

Name: Celestite

Tribe: ‘LostWing’

JMA Winglet: Lotus

Likes: Reading, climbing trees, swimming.

Dislikes: Explosion-like noises (brings back trauma), being alone in the dark.

Changes from canon: About her appearance in general, not just her eyes, can’t read minds, thinks she’s adopted (parents know SOMETHING is wrong with their ‘biological’ child not being a CrystalWing, but they claimed she was adopted), raised around dragons that would live similarly to Pyrrhian tribes, doesn’t have any pets (common pets on Mysterius include birds, domesticated livestock and lizards/frogs/snakes, etc.)

[violet-moonstone]

Wings of War Chapter 1 (Preview/Rough Draft)

Working on a HTTYD fic that (for now) is called Wings of War. I have a feeling it's going to take me a very long time to write and that I won't update super often, so I thought I would post bits and pieces while I'm working on it before I put polished chapters on AO3. Here's the (rough) beginning of Chapter 1:

This is Berk, a cold, rocky island surrounded by sea stacks and crashing waves, full of cliffs and towering evergreens through which the wind howls eerily at night and sings in the early hours of the dawn. Our island is dotted with wooden houses and mead halls, earthen huts and stone arenas, farms with turnips and cabbage, yak and sheep. Among these structures live our people: proud, strong Vikings in wool and leather, armed with iron and steel and of course…dragons.

A Monstrous Nightmare to be exact — a flash of midnight blue accented by a grey the same colour as the early morning sky. And on the dragon’s back are a young girl and her younger brother, screeching as they do their best not to fall to their deaths. They speed above and around the farms of the less-populated areas of Berk, startling farmers and their animals alike. An impossibly old man named Mildew nearly tumbles into a puddle but for the sheep at his back steadying him. He raises his fist in the air, cursing the unholy children who, after all these years, insist upon tormenting him with their blasted dragons.

Zephyr and Nuffink are already climbing too high into the air to hear the profanities being screeched up at them. If Moonscale weren’t doing her best to keep the tiny humans on her back from plummeting to their demise, she might give the wrinkly old human below a heated response. But luckily, they fly off and away to a forested area of Berk, leaving the villagers safe...for now.

On an average day in Berk, you can see Terrible Terrors delivering mail, Gronckles and Hotburples in forges, Changewings playing hide and seek with local children, Timberjacks ferrying people and goods to and from nearby islands. Our isle is home to all sorts.

And a girl trying to teach her brother to love flying. The day is not going quite as she planned.

“AAAAAAHHHHH ZEPHYR!” Nuffink shrieks. “We’re too high, too high!”

“Nuffink, I can’t see how high we are when you’re blinding me!” Zephyr pulls at the little hands that grasp desperately at her face.

“Ohgodsohgodsimagonnadie!”

“Nuffink, you’re not gonna—”

“Down! Please let me down!”

Zephyr tries again to gain control of the reigns, but pulls to hard and Moonscale banks to one side, huffing in frustration as Nuffink digs his heels to her flank. Soon, they dip too far and begin to spin. Nuffnk yells even louder, directly into Zephyr’s ear.

“AAAHHHH!”

Zephyr winces. “Nuffink you need to calm down! You’re freaking Moonscale out!”

“She’s freaking me out!”

Out of the corner of her eye, Zephyr can see the blonde braids of Ingrid Ingerman, and beneath her, the purple and gold of her Deadly Nadder, Nightshade. They glide to Moonscale’s side. “I told you this was a bad idea!”

“Oh!” Zephyr shouts, “well that’s a lot of help now, thanks!”

“You’re welcome,” Ingrid replies flatly.

From behind them, Zephyr hears a soft voice, barely a whisper above the Autumn wind. Ingrid’s sister Inga is calling out, but too quietly for them to hear.

“What?” They yell in unison. Ingrid, more successfully than Zephyr, turns in her saddle to try and hear Inga’s words.

They are repeated in a louder, deeper voice from her brother Ingvar. “Look out!”

The two girls have but a moment to eye each other in confusion before they pull up sharply to avoid the suddenly taller treeline before them.

“Phew,” Zephyr exclaims in relief, but too quickly.

“I’m...I’m gonna throw up,” Nuffink wheezes.

Ingrid makes a face. “Oh gods, not again.”

Zephyr scowls at her. “Hey!”

Ingrid shrugs. “If you wanna scrub puke out of the seams of your saddle, be my guest! Just don’t ask me for help this time.”

Zephyr ignores her. “Hey,” she says over her shoulder to Nuffink, trying to yell above the wind in as calming a manner as possible, “we’re just going to find a clearing to land so you can—”

“No, no, no,” Nuffink pleads, his voice muffled against his sister’s back. “Not in the woods! Take me home, please!”

“What’s he so afraid of?” Ingvar asks in a voice that rivals his Thunderdrum. “The woods are just trees. And we have dragons.”

“The dragons make him more scared, muttonhead!” Zephyr snaps at him.

“Hmm,” Inga muses from the back of her pale blue Gronckle, finally close enough to be heard. “He doesn’t look to good, Zeph. Maybe we should land, just for a little bit.”

Zephyr hesitates for a moment, biting her lip. Then she feels her brother’s tears rolling onto her neck. She shakes her head before speeding back towards Berk’s centre.

The Ingerman triplets cast each other wary glances before taking off after her.

You will find an image of Vikings and dragons living in harmony, living and growing in a connection that has lasted for 20 years and will last many more. We defend each other, loyal to the end, integral part of each others’ lives. But the peace between the Vikings of Berk and dragons is not universal. Every so often, we face a new foe, whether it be dragon hunters, poachers, or even those who want to train dragons for nefarious means. They claw at the edges of Berk’s influence of our allies and the settlements we’ve built to house the many who flock to Berk, who see it as a beacon of light in the darkness.

“Nuffink, I need you to calm down, okay?” Zephyr tries again to be soothing as they near the village town square. They’re too high up to make out the little dots below, but she can tell that they’re farmers and merchants setting up their stalls for the day. She didn’t want any run-ins with villagers angry about her disruptive flying — she was becoming known for it. And if falling from her dragon didn’t kill her, then her mother would. “I’m just going to drop you off at home and then—ack!” Zephyr squeals as Nuffink clutches too tightly at her abdomen.

“Oh, Frey I looked down! I looked down, I looked down!”

And now it’s Zephyr’s turn to feel nauseous. She tries to pull away from her brother’s grasp but leans too far. Moonscale huffs in annoyance at her rider’s constantly changing desires but obeys the order she believes she’s been given.

The two Haddock children wail as the dragon dives directly towards the village below.

These conflicts leave many in need of a place to go, and so our borders extend past Berk, to the smaller islands around us, to new ones we’ve had to find. It has not been easy to keep everyone safe, to ensure fair treatment of humans and dragons alike in a community extending so far, but we must, for the alternative to extending our light is allowing the darkness to devour us all.

And what bearer of light is more formidable than a dragon?

Hiccup Haddock can’t help but smile as he reviews his entry for the day. He sits leaning beneath a tree on a hill, overlooking Berk. He woke early despite the heaviness of his eyes and limbs, wanting to get some writing done before the day’s responsibilities took him away from his passions.

“I think I outdid myself this time.”

The black dragon curled up by his side scoffs.

“Oh hush, Toothless, you can’t even read.”

Hiccup ducks as Toothless waves his tail at him.

Berk’s chieftain puts his hand to his head dramatically. “I am totally unappreciated in my time.”

Toothless warbles out a low laugh and rolls his eyes. Hiccup laughs along for a moment, before they are disturbed. They go quiet and almost in unison tilt their heads to the side as the sound of a fast-approaching yell increases, following by a gust of air that ruffles Hiccup’s hair and the pages of his journal. He yelps and accidentally drops his book and charcoal, then skitters after them as they nearly slide down the hill. Toothless sweeps his wing forward to prevent the book from tumbling further.

“Thanks, Bud,” Hiccup says. He straightens up, reaching out to lean on his dragon after the sudden movement elicits a painful popping noise from his spine. “Gah! What unholy goblins are speeding around like that at this hour of the morning?”

He squints into the distance and just barely makes out a pair of auburn braids, a mop of blonde hair, and a large, blue dragon.

His shoulders go slack. “Oh, goody. Those are my unholy goblins.”

[tidebreaker]

moonglade/moonscales:

moonglade is the largest of a chain of islands called the moonscales. this is where the members of house silversea reside and would be considered their 'seat'.

the climate is compariable to countries located in the mediterranean. pre-climate change, of course.

moonglade palace, house silversea's main residence, is quite large and is located at the northern most tip of the island. the architecture is reminiscent of the greco-roman in style in real life, featuring arches, columns and domes.

a curious feature (at least to outsiders unaware of their true nature), are the stairs that lead directly into the water.

The throne room of Moonglade Keep is truly remarkable in terms of design and architecture. A large circle portion of the floor is made of glass that can see through to the waters below, sort of like a wild aquarium. It can be opened to allow merlings from their undersea kingdom in whenever they hold court.

underneath moonglade is a network of caves and caverns. there is a "stables" found within that houses hippocamps.

cereals, fruits and vegetables found on all islands: apples, apricots, artichokes, arugula, asparagus, barley, blackberries, broad beans cabbages, carrots, cherries, chickpeas, crabapples, cucumbers, figs, grapes, lemons, lentils, mulberries, nectarines, olives, oranges, peaches, peas, pears, plums, pomegranates, spinach, squash, watermelon, wheat, wild strawberries.

wildlife: anchovies, bats, blind-mole rats, blue crabs, cranes, crows, cuttlefish, deer, dolphins, doves, ducks, flamingos, foxes, frogs, geese, goats, grouse, hares, hawks, herons, ibis, jays, jellyfish, kingfishers, kites, lizards, lobster, lynxes, mackerel, magpies, mertens, mice, minnows, mussels, nightjars, octopus, osprey, orca, owls, oysters, pelicans, pigeons, pigs, pheasants, polecats, ring-necked parakeets, ravens, salamanders, sandpipers, sardines, seagulls, sea urchins, seals, sharks, sheep, shrews, shrikes, snakes, sperm whales, squid, sturgeon, swallows, swifts, tortoises, tuna, turtles, woodpeckers, wrens.

flowers, trees, plants, etc.: almond, althaea, amaryllis, anemone, aster, basil, bay laurel, beech, bellflower, cardamom, cassia, centaurea, chamomile, chestnut, cinnamon, cistus, chrysanthemum, clove, coriander, crocus, cumin, cypress, daphne, dianthus, dill, evergreen, fennel, fir, ginger, heliotrope, hellebore, hyacinth, iris, larkspur, lemon balm, licorice, lilac, lily, lotus, mandrake, marjoram, mastic tree, mint, myrtle, myrrh, narcissus, nutmeg, oak, oleander, oregano, orchid, palm tree, parsley, peony, pepper, pine, poplar, protea, rose, rosemary, saffron, sage, savory, sunflower, thyme, violet, walnut, wolf's bane, yarrow, yellow pheasant's eye, yew.

main trades include pearls, seafood, fruits and vegetables, herbs and spices, fish sauce, olive oil, as well as a specialized fabric dubbed seasilk.

several fishing villages can be found throughout the moonscales. fishing and farming are how a large number of the population makes a living.

do humans live there? yes. but the humans who live there are beholden to the silversea's in one way or another and are sworn to secrecy, lest a terrible fate befalls them. there are other merfolk populating the area as well.

[jay-avian]

7 Snippets, 7 People

Thanks to @the-broken-pen for tagging me! Seems simple enough.

Our Intrepid Detective

I looked out the window and took another sip of my coffee. Looking down into the city streets this early in the morning is always so serene. The usual hustle and bustle just starting to wake up, the sunlight just reaching above the rooftops, the cool fog just clearing out from the streets. All the saints and pretenders are getting ready to be ministered to. But I will be ministering to the sinners.

Kraken's Bane

Despite the old song, there are many a fool who choose to venture out into that vast hellscape. Greedy for power, control, freedom. Sometimes, those fools are rewarded. But sooner or later, they all end up paying a price they’re too poor to afford. They delve too far, cursing the gods for bringing doom down upon them. But they know as well as any that it was themselves who brought doom with them. This is the story about men who went too far.

Untitled

Elduin stumbles back and falls to the ground, barely catching himself. He raises one arm up in defense. “Listen, I can explain-” “YOU LEFT HER!!” Mattias screamed, voice cracking, fists clenched at his sides. “She loved you more than anything in this world and you left her! And now she’s lost because of you! She went looking for you and now…” “Listen, I- I didn’t have a choice.” “You had every choice! You could’ve stood them up, could’ve ditched ‘em. But you think your duty is more important than the love of your life.”

In Love and War

He chuckled again. “I’m sorry your Highness,” he says standing up. “But I’m afraid I can’t let you pass just yet.” “And why not?” she asks, drawing her sword. “I have to give you a little test first.” An even bigger grin spreads on his face as he steps closer. “Test? Do you know who I am??” Eliza spreads her wings out. Instead of having insect wings like most of her race, she was born with blue jay wings.

All the soldiers stopped and looked at the chief. Some stood silent, others whispered amongst themselves. Thalra tilted her head and gave a slight grin in both amusement and disbelief. “I’m sorry, what did you call him?” “Moonscale. That’s his name.” “With all due respect, I think you’ve got your dragons confused-” “I know his name, I gave it to him! Now what happened??”

Village Of Dragons

As they were talking, a grey, rather bulky-looking drake was climbing through the kitchen window and into the house. It was clumsily making its way over to the counter and the unattended plate. It hoped to not get the attention of the people living there, but it couldn't help knocking over everything in its path. Shane's mother was the first to notice the intruder falling on its back as it left the windowsill. "Oh goodness..." she sighed with a little smile. "Looks like you have your second customer."

Silvyr the Just

"I see no enemy base, sir. Only a small village." "That is the base," said the lieutenant. "They're hiding themselves away among commoners, traitors who would make their homes a haven for those heathens." "But sir, what will happen to the civilians? The women and children?" "The same that happens to all who defy this country. You have orders just as I. You are expected to follow them, Bryman."

Alright, now I would like to ask @at-thezenith @annachronistica @jarrickdexum1991 @caffeine-bee @twistthing @aohendo @arctic-oceans to join in on the fun! Happy writing!

[filialunaris]

galatéa silversea of the moonglade (main island of the moonscales)

[strixstudentdirectory]

Drakar Moonscale - First Year Witherbloom

[vault-kid]

nobody's son, nobody's daughter

[blucifer08]

to be loved and changed

[atomiclace]

im trying so hard to answer the oc hcs on my fallout blog but im like plagued with the thought that i go back to work on tuesday and that i have to go back to teaching the youth and i cant be cringe and free. its like holding me at gun point bc i need to lesson plan but i refuse to waste my sunday like that

[themerlings]

the moonscale islands are famous for their seasilk, a unique fabric that is only produced there. it's similar to that of lamé in our world, and like lamé is comes in variety of colors.

in addition to seasilk, they have a lucrative pearl and seafood trade, along with rarer fruits that are cultivated on the chain of islands.

[firedragonx]

Artfight 2: Airowyn Moonscales

First batch of Artfight is done: https://artfight.net/attack/6317027.airowyn-moonscales

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