I was poking around my older writing and found this piece. It's okay enough to share, I think.
It's about Whiteout and Listener. I do not like Listener. I remember writing this when I was a little grumpy over some people on the Wiki fawning over Clearsight/Listener. I'm a wee bit of a hater, no? So I just kinda zeroed in on her calling Whiteout "Weirdout" and, yeah, here we are. Ableism warning.
Whiteout was all by herself in the art room, painting a landscape. It was coming along quite nicely as well. She remembered visiting the Sky Kingdom with her mother and brother when they were both young, taking in all of the sights and smells. It was unforgettable to see the tall spires that pieced through the clouds or the trees that spouted like mere weeds from the ground.
She was inspired by it, wanting to make it a permanent memory. Even after the school day was finished, she'd stay in and work on her project. Her teacher, Lightweaver, was perfectly fine with it all. Whiteout was a good dragonet.
While she didn't enjoy school all the time, it was safe in the art room. She wouldn't be bothered for how she would speak and how loud the others could be at times. She adored painting at home, but with...recent events happening she found it being more peaceful here.
It was perfect. Alone and completely absorbed into her work, doing everything to make everything as neat and tidy as possible–
"Uh, Whiteout?"
A new voice. She recognized it, her mind immediately covering that pitch and tone into a taste. A lemon, acidic and not too great on its own.
Ignoring her knee-jerk reaction, she looked over towards the NightWing.
"Good afternoon, Listener," she greeted.
The dark red dragon looked around the classroom. "Wow, is it always this empty?"
Whiteout titled her head, confused by the question. "It's... after school hours, is it not? I'd be the only dragon in here."
"I know, but there's nothing of note. No books, signs, anything. Kind of bland, except for the paintings, of course."
The two dragons stared at each other, both not daring to make a sound. It was awkward and tense for the hybrid, unsure of what to say or how to respond.
"So, Clearsight wanted me to ask something from you. It's Darkstalker's hatchingday and all that's coming up."
"And my own," she said.
"Yeah, I know, but Clearsight asked about Darkstalker. For some reason he couldn't ask him herself and wanted me to come to you for these questions. Makes no sense, right? She could just ask him for what he wants."
"Clearsight likes surprising him," she said. "I would also say that she likes having choices chosen for her at times rather than stressing over what to say to get my brother what he wants. It would ruin the surprise too if he was asked for what he wanted."
"Yeah yeah, right. You say that as though both of them could be surprised by anything."
Whiteout turned from her work, fidgeting with the paintbrush in her talons. "So... you came to ask me what he wanted for his birthday?"
"Just anything he likes, that's what she asked for. You're the dragon he knows the most after all, more than his own girlfriend. Surprising for how he's constantly hovering around her and his need to be there for every choice she makes."
Whiteout let out a small sigh, hoping she wouldn't notice. "My brother likes wearing jewelry from time to time. Earrings, rings, I believe he's told me about liking crowns."
"As expected with him..."
She bit her lip. "He also likes blankets. Him and I get cold a lot and he feels comfortable under them. He describes it like getting a hug."
"Alright, blankets and jewelry? Is that it?" Listener asked.
Whiteout wanted to say more, but what she wanted even more was for her to leave. "That's about it."
"Dragon of few tastes, huh?" She scoffed. The two stood silently once more, Listener leaning over to observe Whiteout's painting.
"Wow!" she whispered. "Are those the Claws of the Clouds?"
Caught off guard by the sudden question, she looked back at it as if to confirm. "Yes. It is."
"That's really cool," she said, walking over to admire it more. "It's like it's really there."
Delighted by the compliment, yet confused by how she was acting. "Thank you," she mustered.
"Though, it looks like there's a couple smudges here and the trees aren't the best... Plus those dragons don't really have eyes or scales yet."
"It– it's still in progress... I'm not done with it yet."
"Oh, sorry! You're super talented though. You're a very special dragon."
"With... my painting?"
"Yeah yeah! W– with your painting and such. Really great artwork, mh-hm. Is there...never mind, it's a dumb question."
Whiteout just looked at the ground. "Well, uh... thank you."
"Yeah no problem! Thanks for the question. Now you can get back to... drawing your thing."
She stared at her paintbrush. "Thanks..."
And with that, just as quickly as she came, she was gone. A small conversation, yes, but one of many with her that felt... off.
Disingenuous, even with her compliments. She had an aura to her that radiated a certain feeling, one that told her that she didn't exactly see her as one another.
Then again, being called 'Weirdout' a lot when she was younger made her true feelings more clear.
That same lemon-like feeling with her never faded or gotten sweeter. Perhaps she gotten better at hiding her feelings.
But, she was used of it. It stung, but she's come to accept it now. This is who she is. She's the dragon who speaks weird and, despite not talking about it much, thinks and perceives things in 'abnromal' ways.
So, with a heavier heart, she turned back to her painting. The unfinished flaws were more apparent now, but she felt less motivated to fix it. A part of her almost wanted to just... scrap it entirely.
Yet, she held up her brush and began to paint again. Just like everything else in her life, she pressed on, hoping for something better to happen by the end of it all.
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I honestly dislike Listener, from the Darkstalker legends book, because of the way she treats other dragons.
Because Listener negatively talks about Whiteout and calls her “Weirdout” because she behaves in a neurodivergent way, calls Fathom - Clearsight’s friend - Clearsight’s “pet Seawing” for…being a Seawing? I guess? She also calls Darkstalker, Whiteout, and Fathom Clearsight’s “weirdo friends.” - right next to Clearsight, who Listener is friends with. She also seemed to be a bit of a brat as well, calling those same dragons “lame” for choosing to play board games out of doing anything else at the Nightwing festival.
And it doesn’t help that Listener wasn’t properly called out for saying this negative stuff as well, even by Clearsight herself.
It’s honestly something I wish at least a few more people talked about when it comes to Listener’s character, especially since I haven’t seen much people about it within the fandom.
For someone called Listener she sure refused to ever shut up and listen.
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3000 AS character drawings
(Clearsight, Listener, Thoughtful)
I suppose this might be a new collage? Probably not a complete one, but I would like to draw some of the characters from this time period that I liked or found otherwise notable.
I wanted to include Clearsight's parents in this post, but the prospect of drawing five full-body pictures of dragons in one post filled me with some kind of emotion, so if I do that, it'll likely happen later.
Clearsight
The mother of pantaloons herself. She is described as slender, beautiful, and as having purple eyes. The graphic novels so far have one depiction of a Nightwing using future-sight and it shows her eyes glowing an eerie white while she does it. Clearsight's method of using her clairvoyance is very unorthodox, but I like to imagine she still gets this effect when she looks ahead at future events. Only in her case it looks less ominous and much more casual. I picture her sitting at the dinner table with her eyes lighting up every few minutes, until her mother finally goes "now dear, we've agreed; no future-vision during meal time." So she sighs and silently continues eating her beet salad.
Also, obligatory mention that the silver scale in the center of her forehead is, once again, a reference to my partner @flamebringer0 's theory about Nightwing powers and indicates the presence of prophetic powers, like eye scales would mark a mind reader.
Listener
Clearsight's bestie is described as large, long-necked, and curvy, and seems like a good extroverted foil to someone who spends most of her time cooped up inside her own head. She comes across as a bit of a romance-obsessed airhead, but some of the things she tells Clearsight are actually pretty reasonable, and I like to think Clearsight becomes more appreciative of Listener's ideas and influence once she departs the continent and they are separated.
Apparently she later writes a scroll about Clearsight being the most brilliant prophet who ever lived. I would like to know how that affected her life, considering the Nightwing tribe probably remembers Clearsight as "that lady who was fawning over the crazed warlock we all ran away from". Did Listener catch push-back for publishing a laudatory script about someone like that?
Thoughtful
Here is glass boy. The book describes him as handsome with circular glasses. I accidentally drew him a bit more chubby than I intended, but honestly, I think it suits him. He looks very pleasant and friendly, which seems to be in line with his general character. I am actually very happy with how this drawing turned out.
Also, he is not bipedal in this picture. He is resting his weight on his two hind legs and tail. I think of this as "tripod stance"; it's a body posture a dragon can assume to free up their front legs to do precision work. It is relatively stable, but grows uncomfortable if you stay that way for too long (tail cramp).
Also, you can't really walk like that. To walk on their hind legs with any kind of proficiency, a dragon has to place both of their wings on the ground to substitute their front limbs.
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