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I like to do a bit of fanart after finishing coloring a Wings of Fire book. Quick doodle of Starflight, the protag of book 4, in his happy place surrounded by scrolls.

I think Sunny should’ve started biting people

wow, what a rough audience. ( an audience of one that is ) jay clicked the roof of his mouth with his tongue, the skeleton arm contraption thrown to the side; abandoned and forgotten now. the blue ninja stepped closer, checking out the chains. “ you should be glad that i'm a nice guy, cole. or i'd leave you like one of those cat posters that says hang in there. ” he huffs. “ though there's no positivity in this. down right sad. ”

he then pats down his pockets, searching for the key. he then stops searching, eyebrows pinched together. “ uhm... ” nope, not there, not there either— ah-ha! found it! he eventually found the key to the chains. “ h-heh. that would've been a disaster. ” jay made a beeline to the chains, planning on freeing cole. “ assuming this is vengestone, huh? ”

            𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊     𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐀     𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃     𝐇𝐈𝐒     𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒     𝐀𝐓     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒     𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊.     All     bark,     no     bite.     Oak     coloured     trailed     the     blue     ninja     as     he     approached.     〝    Just     get     these     off     of     me,    〞      He     held     his     arms     out     steady     for     the     master     of     lightning,     〝    They're     startin'     to     hurt    〞      He     mumbled,     a     faint     purple     hue     bloomed     where     the    VENGESTONE     had     dug     into     his     skin.

                Anxious     eyes     tracked     Jay’s     every     move     as     the     blue     ninja     rummaged     frantically.     〝    Jay...    〞      Cole’s     voice     was     deliberate,     each     word     heavy     with     warning.     〝    If     you     lost     the     key,     the     only     poster     you're     gonna     have     is     you     on     a     missing     persons     poster.    〞      They     both     knew     he     didn't     REALLY     mean     it.     Looks     like     they     were         both     all     bark     and     no     biting.     Fortunately,     it     seemed     like     they     wouldn't     have     to     find     out     as     the     blue     ninja     finally     fished     the     key     from     his     gi.     The     metallic     clink     of     chains     hitting     the     ground     was     Cole’s     cue.     He     shot     to     his     feet,     rubbing     his     aching     wrists     with     a     grimace.     〝    Seriously,    〞      he     muttered,     his     tone     laced     with     frustration,     〝    what     is     the     point     of     ELEMENTAL     powers     if     everyone     in     Ninjago     has     this     stuff.     So     not     fair.    〞     

give me cole haunting your muse after he falls

Terradad is proud of his daughter

An oldie but a goody!

Wanted to play around with the idea of making clothes for dragons back in the day and so I decided on the cute idea of adult Spyro and Cynder attending all sorts of celebrations in their honor.

Honestly one day I'll remake this piece with much flashier and prettier clothes (add that to my long list of "To Do"s)

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cole is 100% the kinda guy that gets a sweet treat after any minor inconvenience / task

It just felt right to experience this change with him. That after everything they sacrificed in order to save the world, Cynder and Spyro had earned getting to bask in the peace they made. Making their way down the mountain side, the bright sun warms dark scales. Stepping closer to her companion, the wind dragon tentatively nuzzles her cheek to vibrant purple scales. "I'm happy that we made it out of that mess, together."

            𝐅𝐎𝐑     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓     𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄     𝐈𝐍     𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓     𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃     𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄     𝐀     𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄,     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐄     𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍     𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃     𝐍𝐎𝐓     𝐓𝐎     𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊     𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑     𝐇𝐈𝐒     𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒.     Wings     spread     as     far     as     they     could,     catching     the     wind     beneath     as     they     descended     the     mountainside.     Ever     so     gently     did     his     paws     met     the     earth     once     more,     landing     in     the     valley.     Soft     blades     of     grass     were     a     much     welcomed     changed     to     the     charred     earth     of     MALEFOR'S     creation.     His     eyes     came     to     a     close,     returning     the     gesture.     〝    Yeah....     Me     too,    〞      He     spoke     softly,     as     if     fearing     his     voice     would     disrupt     the     peace     of     the     valley.     〝    I'm     forever    THANKFUL     to     have     you     by     my     side.    〞     

eager to write noble again so feel free to give this post a ♡ for a small starter, specify muse