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Here's Vico! My clan's dentist and also the world's fuzziest spiral. Don't worry about all that fur he has a mask and gloves on it's fine
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yesss finally, an umbrella for this normal tundra who isn't a vampire, he just doesn't like the sun that much ok
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hi! i thought i had lost access to this account ages ago but..it turns out i actually do still have it! so hi!
i don’t plan to use this blog again, but my new flight rising blog for the past few years has been @dire-vulture !! just in case you are somehow still here and like. didnt already know me from my main blog haha
(and in the event my url ever changes..Florabrisa will always be #266940 on flight rising!)
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a floaf for @dire-vulture as pymt 4 a rando item
#mort.txt#my art#gift art#pheel#my favorite mangled roadkill pookie bear#^ insert the dms from the deleted blog where i threatened to commit voter fraud in the florabrisa bear poll#and make redraw edits of the deranged genshin impact "in terms of model shape he won *pic of anime boy built like 2x4*' as propaganda#seen fleeing into the swamps presumably from me
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Commission for Pheel!
It's a rainy day in Florabrisa...Bight realises they'll have to stay indoors today..
My headshot commissions are open HERE!
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My clan didn't have any bears which simply had to be fixed immediately on this fat dragon friday. inspired by the epic Florabrisa bear poll which is about to end! tundras were the best contenders to me, so here's Wolf with his glorious purple fluff, and the clan's cook Marrow.
bonus Marrow nuzzles with their df Maeve
#g drawin#fr art#frfanart#flight rising#give a like!#my lesbian ass has too many butch dragons and not enough bears but I'm trying o7#o shit how could i forget#fat dragon friday#also currently pondering Maeve's gender xoxo
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Stormcatcher and Bogsneak
Stormcatcher - What catches your eye in other people’s lore
Well, I certainly like a variety of lore - I think that the variation and uniqueness of many clans lore is what makes them special! I do tend to like lore that swings either heavily into wholesome or dramatic and heartwrenching (like @dire-vulture’s Florabrisa or @transtundras-fr’s godkiller au). As far as tropes, always a sucker for tragic backstories and found family
Bogsneak - How often do you impulse buy dragons?
Often. I am very weak. At least once a month. I never browse the dragon tab on the ah, but if I see a sales post on tumblr i usually cave hgg
(ask game)
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Meridian of the Florabrisa Farmland
Bright among the stalks and leaves, it is possible to mistake Meridian himself for one of the melons or pumpkins in the fields where he works. Of course he's a little bigger than most of the fruits and vegetables out here, and almost twice as fluffy. He certainly has a better sense of fashion than any of them, but maybe one day he'll knit a scarf for the largest one out of the harvest.
100/10, what a flower in full bloom.
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Gentle sunbeams cut through the whispering mist surrounding the Squat Frog Coffee House. It was some time after lunch and Lute had just finished tidying away dried cups and dishes. He was just full enough to start getting sleepy, and it was easy to zone out. Good time to have a nap soon.
The sound of creaking cartwheels broke the spiral out of his daydream.
A small covered cart rattled along the dirt and flattened grass towards the coffee house. A long-limbed skydancer wearing a sedge hat was at the reins, coaxing her rambra to a halt. She disembarked in one fluid motion, dusting herself off in a delicate manner. Her voice was warm like a bell.
"Lute! I have things for you!"
"Miss Nita!"
(forum thread: https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/3238950/1#post_54364006)
Gunita had vibrant feathered wings that fluttered with butterflies in a sort of glamor. She was seldom without her fox fur and headdress, allowing only her mouth and her warm ember eyes to identify her. A heavy paper bag was part of her collection of pouches and pockets under her cape. She tipped her hat at Lute as she walked into the coffee house.
"Got your letter just before I was leaving Earthhome, so I got you souvenirs as promised. Wouldn't miss The Beast's comeback for anything. I apologize for the meltiness, it was already a bit soft when I got it for you. Got some wasteland pears for you too since I was already there."
The skydancer set out her gifts from a paper bag, revealing a pennant, and hat, and a magically chilled pawpsicle. The pawpsicle was gray with blue gum drop eyes slightly askew in the likeness of Kaiju Wrestling star Caledus the Beast.
"Thank you, Miss Nita! Man, can't wait for the matches. Haven't watched good wrestling in a while and I've seen the Beast since I was a hatchie. Tell me about your journey here while I make you a cuppa! Put your feet up!"
Lute eagerly ushered Gunita to a seat at the bar, grabbing his gifts in one motion. He made a mental note to keep the pawpsicle stick after eating his ice cream. He poured cups of fresh green tea for them both and sat beside the skydancer at the bar with a bowl of toasted crickets.
"It was a good trip," she nodded, taking the cup into her slender hands. "Met many who were selling goods during Greenskeeper Gathering not long ago. Business with Laurelnest's trader was interesting--wanted gold in exchange for plants in the Labyrinth, of all things. The Gladekeeper surely homes all sorts. I'm afraid I can't recommend them as gold is not high on Cloud Brush's priorities."
"Local business with neighbors has kept us good on produce as of late," Lute supplied through a mouthful of crickets. We recently got into contact with a roaming produce supplier, and she's been really good to have near with more mouths to feed."Clan Florabrisa grows coffee too, which was delightful. Didn't get too much time to talk, but their grower Vroman knows his stuff. I'll make sure to tell Bluebird of them though! Gold is still good to have."
She nodded and took a sip of tea, savoring the flavor. "New clan members, huh? Have you opened your gates?"
"I suppose so! I only recently joined Cloud Brush myself. Malta is a weaver and painter. Camarines and Carambola ran a little farm previously, so the fields and animals are theirs. And some laundry dragon named Jeith who really likes denim. He really, really likes denim. It's been lively with them around, and we're glad for it..."
Something wiggled a memory in Gunita's mind, like a loosened tooth, as the spiral eagerly chattered. It was years ago, but the snapshot appeared in a wave of calm as tea hit her tongue.
"It's beautiful, Zareen. Thank you..."
Gunita traced her fingers on the simple sketch. Each stroke was calculated and controlled, but the young clan leader's approach was softening--something his father had taught him, no doubt.
"It's a memento for you on your travels. I know it's hard to stay for long. You will always be welcome here, my love. I hope one day I can make home...safe again. For everyone."
And for you, the unspoken words rang in silence.
The merchant nodded, heart twisting in her chest. "Thank you for understanding. I'll...I'll try my best too. Please don't feel you must wait for me to settle. Create your life here and create your joy, and I'll be happy no matter what."
Zareen turned to look at her, electric eyes a glassy bright blue, and she knew he understood.
The sound of a screaming kettle broke the skydancer out of her memory.
"Oh, water's done! I'll be a minute," Lute sheepishly grinned. He jumped across the counter back to the kitchen, allowing Gunita a pause to collect herself and wipe any stray tears.
Things were healing here already, she thought. Her long, low exhale shook her aging bones free. Even if it did take years and years.
She thumbed some treasure from her purse and rose to leave, but he waved her off.
"Oh souvenirs are payment enough this time, Miss Nita! But please take your time here. Are you going to watch Kaiju Wrestling?! Oh, I bet you'd love The Empress, she's so cool. I think Mister Mac is coming by for a hot chocolate and some snacks, and I know you'd love to see him!"
The spiral looked at her with comically large kicked-puppy eyes. Gunita had to laugh.
The nap, and any plans of leaving, was left forgotten for at least several hours.
#flight rising clan lore#fr clan lore#dragon share#fr spiral#fr skydancer#skydancer dragon#spiral dragon#clan cloud brush#squat frog coffee house
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FIVE sugar & spikes hatchlings available!
these guys LOVE florabrisa, apparently (understandably!) there are 5 m pose hatchlings available; one (left column) has unusual eyes, and the other four have common eyes (right column). all are on the AH for 75g/kt, & my hatchery tab can be found via my pinned post. boosts r appreciated & ty for gazing upon them!
#fr#flight rising#fr dragon sales#fr ancients#fr aberration#fr capsule#capsule gene#thank u as always pheel ;0;7
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Top 5 fr FOODS
omg top 5 flight rising foods?
Lace Lantana..it matches the colors of my progen Moraine, i love it c: also it has a really pretty name haha
2. Black Tulip. honestly i just love the lore that Tundras eat them when they're sad dsafasd
3. Imperial Tails. really pretty colors and i just love that the name is a dragon version of cattails haha. great plant for my swamp c:
4. Feeding my dragons ghost meat hehe >:)
5. Spinach. yeah just spinach. it was between ending it with this or another really pretty flower (Orchid Cactus) but i'm going with Spinach because i legit just like feeding my dragons this. whenever i do i'm like..i'm taking good care of my dragons they're getting good nutritious and tasty meals C: it's just a nice realistic staple for Florabrisa haha
thank you!
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Happy fat dragon friday!!! here's my aether Mothmas! They're a jolly old plant lover. a pretty common type of dragon in Florabrisa..but dragons like them help the community thrive c:
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happy trans day of visibility!! Here's my plush-hoarding trans pearlcatcher Myosotis and her namesake flowers c:
#dragon share#myosotis#florabrisa#flight rising#pearlcatcher#fr pearlcatcher#my art#thats new years 2022 art haha..i should draw her with a trans flag..eventually
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Mason’s Brightside Part 8
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They left the devastated land that was the Emperor’s Wake behind and flew over greener lands. Mason breathed in the fresh air and smiled as he smelled the scent of pine from below. After a half hour of flying in silence alongside Perryn, Mason could see the lights of a city in the distance.
“Is that Lanternlea Port?” Mason asked as they flew closer.
Perryn nodded.
“I could see the lights from that place from Clan Ton Theon… We’re not going to Ton Theon are we?”
“Nope! We’re going to Lanternlea!”
“Oh good.”
“We’ll be landing on the port side of the city.”
As promised, the two dragons landed near one of the docks. Mason gasped at the sight of the blue ocean before him.
“It looks so beautiful. On my planet, the ocean was one of my favorite places to be. And I thought the creatures that lived in it were the coolest. I bet this world has even more unique sea life.”
“Well good news, because you’re about to see a bunch of that sea life!” Perryn nudged their head toward the building they were walking to. There was a sign depicting blue water and fish and it was labeled Lanternlea Port Aquarium.
Mason’s face lit up as much as the lanterns in the city.
“We’re having our first date in an aquarium?! Holy shit yes!” Mason’s excitement was haltered. “Wait. How’d you know I’d like an aquarium?”
“Well…”
“It was Karyu, wasn't it.”
“... Yeah.”
“Oh I hate them.”
“H-hey let’s not think about them right now! What matters is that I was tipped off that my super cool boyfriend likes the ocean so we’re at an aquarium now!”
“Well… I mean I can’t not go in, regardless of certain bugs getting in my brain or not.”
“Excellent. Let’s go.”
As they entered the doors Mason stopped in his tracks as he looked in awe at the first tank he saw.
“Squid!” He rushed over to the tank for a closer look and squealed. “Aww look at them! They’re so cute! And cool! My planet has those guys too and they're some of the coolest animals. Cephalopods are such unique creatures. They’re so good at camouflage and can be really smart too!”
Perryn chuckled. “Glad you’re impressed right out the gate. Odd that our planets share some creatures though.”
“Hmm yeah. You know there are some uncanny similarities between this world and mine, now that I think about it.”
“Perhaps we’re more connected than you think? Like our worlds were meant to communicate? Like we were fated to meet?”
“Maybe… But whatever the case I’m happy to be here with you.” Mason grinned and moved into another room with even more tanks to gaze at.
Perryn soaked up Mason’s excitement and joy as he bounced from exhibit to exhibit. He ooed and awed at the creatures that were alien to him, and rambled about the creatures that were familiar to him. He was just as excited to see a new animal as he was to see an old animal. Perryn listened to every word. Mason’s excitement was infectious, and it warmed Perryn’s heart.
“I love seeing you smile.”
Mason had just fed a stingray some fish with his uninjured hand and was grinning and laughing.
“Well I mean how could I not. I just fed a stingray!”
Perryn wrapped a wing over Mason’s shoulder.
“It’s just great seeing you be you.”
Mason blushed. “This is just a side of me. It’s not all of me. There’s still the bad stuff.”
“Well I love all of the sides of you. Bad and all and I don’t care what Karyu or anyone else thinks. You are my boyfriend and I want you to be happy. I don’t care what you did to that god. I don’t care if you don’t see your own worth. Because I do. And I think you’re one of the coolest, most creative people I’ve ever met.” Perryn led Mason to a more secluded corner of the aquarium. “And to show you that, I bought you something.”
Mason watched as Perryn unclipped a compartment in their bag. Very carefully they lifted out a bouquet of red roses. They were protected by a bubble of magic, which Perryn popped with their claw.
Mason gasped “You bought me roses?”
“Florabrisa roses, from a tundra named Ibis. The best roses in all of Sornieth in my opinion.”
Mason sniffled. “That's so nice. You’re so nice. An aquarium and now roses?” His eyes began to water.
“Hey, wait, wait, wait. Don’t cry! Oh no I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you cry!”
Mason smiled as he tried to wipe away the tears, “No it’s okay! These are happy tears!”
“We’ve only been dating for a week now and I’ve already made you cry twice… I must be a bad datefriend.”
“No, no, no! Don’t feel bad! You’re amazing Perryn. I really don’t deserve you.”
“I was only joking about being a bad datefriend,” Perryn placed a paw on Mason’s cheek, wiping away a tear. “But you do deserve me. Because you deserve happiness. And well… I hope I’m giving you that happiness.”
“But… gosh. Here you keep giving and giving and giving and i’ve done nothing back!”
“Mason-”
“But it’s true! All you’ve gotten from me was your bestfriend being pissed at you. I’m so shitty I don’t even know what I would get you. I don’t have the advantage of knowing someone who looked through your head! I’m an asshole, I’m sorry.”
“Mason. It’s ok. Really. You don’t have to shower me in gifts. You’re enough for me. You’ve given me so much from you being you. That’s why I like you. That’s why we’re here. That’s why I gave you roses. Because I love you.”
“I… It’s just…” Mason frowned.
“I think you’re getting too wrapped up in your thoughts again,” Perryn pressed their forehead to Mason’s. “I think I have an idea to silence those thoughts. Just tell me if you don’t like it and I’ll never do it again.”
Their lips met Mason’s.
Mason’s eyes widened, but then he shut them and relaxed. When Perryn pulled away Mason looked back at him in awe.
“You’re free to do that whenever you want.”
Perryn chuckled. “Better?”
“I can’t even remember what I was thinking about. Wow. Like magic.”
Mason and Perryn continued to explore the aquarium. The entire time Mason clutched the roses and was careful not to damage them. They stayed for lunch and shared a few more kisses, but soon it was time to leave.
Mason pressed his head into Perryn’s mane as they walked out of the aquarium.
“Thank you, Per. I love you.”
Perryn stopped in his tracks.
Mason lifted his head. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s just that’s the first you’ve told me you loved me.”
“Oh. Y-yeah I guess it is. Sorry.”
“No, no it’s ok. I love you too!”
Mason smiled and leaned into Perryn’s mane again. “Well. I’m glad we’ve got that settled.”
***
They returned to the Emperor’s Wake and Mason’s high mood dropped when he saw the devastation once again.
“I don’t think I can stay here much longer than I have to.”
Perryn frowned. “I understand.”
“But I don’t know where else to go.”
“Neither do I.”
“You’d leave this place… For me?”
“I would.”
“But… you’re needed here! You’re doing good for the people.”
“You’re more important to me. I don’t care if it’s selfish. It’s the truth.”
“I could stay here for you, but I don’t think I could bring myself to face Luminax again and I don’t think the others in the Guild would take kindly to that.”
Perryn sighed. “We’ll figure it out later. For now. Focus on your healing, ok? Just listen to Blanche and your wrist will be good as new.”
“I sure hope so.”
The two dragons landed within The Guild of Osiris.
“Hey there you are!” Modify approached Mason, “Got someone here looking for you.”
“Me?” Mason glanced behind her and he nearly dropped his roses.
A young grey coatl stepped beside the tundra. His face was mostly obscured by a black hood, but it was unmistakable to who this was.
“Muerto.” Mason snarled.
A black nocturne stood next to Muerto. She was young too and was melting all over the dirt below.
Muerto lifted his head so Mason could make out the grey eyes glaring back at him.
“Finally I fucking found you. This place reeks of death. It’s making me sick. I don’t want to be here long. That fucking beast out there is disgusting. I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing out here, but I don’t care. I have something for you.”
Mason blinked in confusion, the snarl wiped from his face.
“What? You’re giving me something? Why?”
Instead of answering, Muerto shoved a box that was glowing slightly into Mason’s arms. In order to avoid squishing the roses, Mason held it with his injured wrist making him hiss with pain and nearly drop the box. Perryn was quick to grab the box before it was dropped.
“You said you wanted Jebediah Garro’s Soul. So here it is. Don’t say I’ve never done anything for you. Because you have no fucking idea what I had to do to get him.” Muerto let out a labored breath. “He’s your responsibility by the way. I don’t care what you do with him or what happens. Because he’s not mine anymore. He dies out here? Not my fucking problem! Your problem now! Activate his Soul or keep it dormant. Your choice! Cause I don’t care!” Muerto took a moment to catch his breath, holding his side.
“And as far as I am concerned we are even. I don’t owe you shit. In fact I never want to see your face ever again. I’m glad you left Ton Theon, cause you arn’t fucking welcome there again. That’s my home. And you don’t belong there. Got it? Good. Now goodbye forever Mason.”
Muerto nudged the nocturne and she jumped. She quickly made a portal and with shaky steps Muerto entered it. The nocturne entered not long after and the portal disappeared behind her.
Mason stood dumbfounded. Perryn sat beside him holding the glowing box, also frozen in place. Modify was no longer there, she had probably left not long after the interaction had begun. Otherwise she would have been glued to the conversation.
“So,” Perryn finally broke the silence. “That was Muerto.”
Mason’s brow furrowed, “Something’s wrong.”
“You’re worried about him?”
“It’s just… He looks so young. It’s hard not to see him as a child because he is one. But he also isn’t. Not in a way we understand.” Mason sighed, “I hate him, but I’ve also been around him long enough to know when something is very, very wrong. And something is very, very wrong.”
“Well he’s gone and clearly doesn’t want anything to do with you so I wouldn’t worry about it. You’ve said he has plenty of friends. They’ll sort whatever this is out. Maybe we should focus on what he gave you instead.”
Mason took a deep breath. “R-right. Jeb. Could you set down the box and take the roses for a moment? I need to open it.”
Perryn nodded and did what Mason asked. Carefully Mason unfolded the lid and the glow intensified. Inside was a blue orb. There were no distinguishing features on the orb, but just by gazing at it Mason understood who and what it was. He could hear his heart beating as he stared at the Soul of the person he’d been thinking about for over a hundred years now but unable to speak to.
Mason closed the box.
“I need to hide this somewhere safe. I-I can’t risk it ever being activated. Jeb… He deserves to rest. He doesn't belong here he… I can’t ever see him again.”
Perryn nodded. “I know a place. Mind if I pick him up? I’ll be careful. I promise.”
Mason nodded back. He took back his roses and followed Perryn to their shared tent. Perryn entered their side and flicked their tail, inviting Mason inside.
Mason couldn’t help but to soak in the room. He had been so curious about the rugged tundra’s room for so long. It wasn’t that different from his side, except it was crammed with so much more things. Mostly baskets of yarn and crochet clothing, but there was also a tank with an iguana that glowed bright with actual fire.
“I didn’t know you had a pet lizard.”
“Oh! Yeah, that’s Buddy. I hatched him from an egg. It’s a long story that I’ll tell you later. I have a feeling you’ll appreciate it later anyway,” They dug through some boxes of crochet, the Soul safely on their bed. “You know, when you’re not worried about your ex boyfriend’s Soul.”
“I’m so sorry, this must be so awkward for you. I never expected Muerto to actually give me his Soul!”
“Hey, hey. It’s ok. Because we’re not going to let anything bad happen to it, ok?” Perryn took out a crocheted pillowcase.
“Uh. No offense Per but how is-”
“It’s enchanted! Once you put this on, no one will be able to see it but the person who put it on and the person who made it, so you and me! Then you can just tuck it away somewhere where it won’t be jostled and you’ll be good to go.”
Mason took a deep breath. “Ok. Thank you, Per.”
Perryn hugged him. And he hugged back.
Mason took the Soul and the pillowcase back into his room. He placed the pillowcase over the box so he didn’t risk activating the Soul by touching it. He then dumped his art supplies he hadn’t touched since he got to the Guild and stuffed the box into the bag. It was a snug fit, but at least now there was no risk of the box opening and the Soul rolling away.
It wasn’t the best solution. But it was a solution. It was good enough for now. And for now it was out of sight, out of worry.
(Florabrisa and Ibis belong to @dire-vulture)
#firefly writing#tcotg#tgoo#flight rising#good chapter to upload for Pride Month!#jaguar gene#they're dressed in their casual wear
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pizza night at florabrisa..the queue is snaking back and forth throughout the entire wind flight!!!!!!!
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I'm new to digital art and thought Keiji would be a fun subject~
(also: he's both the shortest and heaviest tundra I know!! he is very round)
very round and fluffy indeed
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