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baby-baby was made specifically to match baby’s freak

For your consideration:

Solstice!

An uptight Heiress with a mile wide rebellious streak and an unfortunate tendency to self destruct ;]

I'm thinking merge with gold heart (love me a silver/gold aesthetic) or Sparrow (because they slay)

I saw @/teethwitheyes101-blog and @/night-heart previously doing character merges, and I really wanted to try it

Send an ask with one of your characters, and one of mine that you’d like to merge them with, and I shall do so

Here’s some of my characters to pick from

Truthseeker is Night/Ice, and has a younger (first) and older (second) design, so do specify which

(The rest all have their info on them)

Peril from Wings of Fire!

Another design for a dragon species in the book i hope to write!

Nocturnal, rather small, fleet footed and fox-faced. With crescent horns! Bonus, furry tail n neck.

FISHFISHFISH

@bi-pan-whiteout

Finally finished Dreamcatcher!

She was SO fun to draw, i don't think I've ever shaded so fast. The shiny purple-blue-teals are spectacular, I hope you like them!

A wings of fire (?) AU/ og story/??? Snippet. Verglas is an icewing. And newly queen at this point, though her troops don't now that. What more Context couldya want?

Several years ago

The sounds of battle beat against her ears like waves on the shore, metal scraping metal and scales and leather and fur.

The blunt spiked metal mass crashed through armor, scale, and bone alike.

That was the beauty of brute force weaponry, wasn't it? Swords, axes, arrows, and claws could be stopped by enough layers, but the iron and steel plates of the Nightwing's armor turned against them, shards piercing their sides as their protection crumples under the crushing weight of her mace.

Her vision blurs with pain as something slides between her scales near her shoulder blades- she hadn't been quite careful enough, swept up in the rush of combat.

Wings flared for balance, she turns, face to face with a deep green nightwing snarling from under their helmet, the force of her full body behind her swing. Her weapon connects cleanly into the jaw of her assailant, her own blue blood splattering outward in an arc, right alongside the nightwing's teeth. Her icy blue companion finishes the job with a sharp jab of her spear directly downward, splitting their sternum, and letting the fresh red life drain out of them.

And moments later, the battle field is quiet, the enemy having retreated, leaving their dead. Reaching up with  purple stained talons, she tugs her own helmet from her brow, the stumps of her antlers exposed to the icy air, piercing yellow eyes followed the faint dark mass of nightwings fleeing between into the valley.

A useless endeavor, unfortunately for them. Nightwings were terribly obvious in the white landscape, and thus very easy to track.

She knew exactly who was waiting on the other side- they were as good as dead, once cornered between them.

Verglas replaces her helm, pulling her mace out from the snow and resting it on her shoulder.

"Forward! The fight does not end here- were you given serrated claws for nothing? Do not let your prey escape. Forward!"

Re-creating a playlist of wlw music like after a purge feels like a catholic indulgence.