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plus side to having a small tablet is you can lay down on you side in bed and draw


‘Oh, yes! Very okay!’ Keemi’Keemi nodded. ‘Keemi when you small, and parents give you three kisses on nose to make giggles!’

‘So your name is...’ Ka’harja hesitated.

‘Six giggle kisses!’ Keemi’Keemi beamed.


“You WILL feel better!”

Clover doesn’t uh,,,, completely understand what depression is. All she knows is it’s making her friend sad, and that means it needs to GO.


Before Elli could say anything, Sensin had picked Ykelt up under the arms and was holding him up in the air like a limp sack of fruit.

‘Come near Elli again and I will snap you in half like the twig you are!’ he growled, giving the man a shake. ‘How dare you take advantage of her like that! I will end you!’

>TFW you fuck your sister-in-law, so her husband picks you up under the arms and your life flashes before your eyes making you regret every choice you've ever made leading up to this moment and you realise you love your own wife and vow to never cheat on her ever again


When you have sex with another man's wife, so he picks you up under the arms like a baby & your life flashes before your eyes making you regret every choice you've ever made leading up to this moment & you realise you love your own wife & vow to never cheat on her ever again.


4 years ago I made a comic and my humour peaked and I'll never be able to make anything this blatantly stupid again

that said I'm very tempted to redraw this


Sal'rez met Cloud'Cuddle while on holiday in the Empire.

They bonded over foxen furniture being too small for their big gay butts.


"More than a hundred Har’pies watched what my brother did to me; only one dared to save my life. Now that I’m mala’kala they try and pretend they’ve always been loyal. … But I know better. Next time you think to defend these kizza kiita makas, you remember that Gala’sha was the only one brave enough to wash my wounds."


Avio Hyperactive Brains

Avio brains have developed specifically for hyper-social situations and they are able to comfortably socialise with several hundred people at once.

Because all of their thought processes go towards specialised social skills and memory, their impulse controls are naturally inhibited and they often put themselves at risk or (in the opinion of other Sentients) overreact to small situations. They struggle to understand metaphors and have a very literal interpretation of the world.

However, they are fantastic at math and other difficult equations. With their brains able to register and retain massive amounts of information at a glance, they can solve difficult formulas in seconds with minimal effort.

They also love to tell jokes and create riddles. Most other Sentients struggle to understand their unique sense of humour, however, and riddles avio consider simple are nearly impossible for other species to solve.

Another part of their brain structure is their inability to knowingly do wrong. They simply cannot create the thought processes that allow evil or cruelty, and have the urge to be kind and helpful whenever possible.

A negative side to this is that they cannot process evil done by others, either, and they tend to be taken advantage of by other Sentients. This inability to process wrongdoing can be deadly; some avio who have been wronged have had such trouble comprehending what was done to them that their brains shut off and they died.


Avio brains have developed specifically for hyper-social situations and they are able to comfortably socialise with several hundred people at once.

Because all of their thought processes go towards specialised social skills and memory, their impulse controls are naturally inhibited and they often put themselves at risk or (in the opinion of other Sentients) overreact to small situations. They struggle to understand metaphors and have a very literal interpretation of the world.

However, they are fantastic at math and other difficult equations. With their brains able to register and retain massive amounts of information at a glance, they can solve difficult formulas in seconds with minimal effort.

They also love to tell jokes and create riddles. Most other Sentients struggle to understand their unique sense of humour, however, and riddles avio consider simple are nearly impossible for other species to solve.

Another part of their brain structure is their inability to knowingly do wrong. They simply cannot create the thought processes that allow evil or cruelty, and have the urge to be kind and helpful whenever possible.

A negative side to this is that they cannot process evil done by others, either, and they tend to be taken advantage of by other Sentients. This inability to process wrongdoing can be deadly; some avio who have been wronged have had such trouble comprehending what was done to them that their brains shut off and they died.


AFGGDDGFD I just found this in my first draft and it perfectly sums up Linzor’s personality. Like PERFECTLY.

it gets to skip the queue because it made me giggle

‘I drew this one of you and Centela!’

Linzor looked at it for a long while before snorting, ‘It’s not very good, is it?’

‘LINZOR!’ Elli exclaimed. ‘Mingan, sweetie, don’t listen to him!’

Linzor rolled his eyes. ‘What? It’s not like she’s at a professional level or anything. I’m just being honest.’

‘Linzor she’s SIX!’


*slides another excerpt at you, this one’s actually cute*

”Geoff” is mispronounced as “jee-off” because his mother’s deaf and learnt the name through sign language from visiting humans!

Also oof context: I’m aware Geoff’s speech isn’t realistic for a human toddler. It’s done deliberately because he’s part avio and they process speech differently!

‘What?’ Scaychie was taken aback. ‘You want me to … babysit?’

‘Yes. I would appreciate it,’ he said sweetly, nipping Scaychie’s cheek. ‘It has been quite a few nights since Eish’lee and I were able to be alone together. Setani’Selina is asleep in her resting place, try not to wake her when Geoff’Selulu gets tired.’

‘Why me?’

‘No other girl is making milk,’ Tru’man replied with a shrug. ‘At least, none I trust with my children. … And I thought you would enjoy a night away from Linzor.’

Scaychie couldn’t argue. A night away from the Orange Beast sounded like a gift from the gods. …

‘Milk!’ two voices cried out from Scaychie’s arms, and her gaze shot down to look at the wiggly little boy.

‘Oh, yes, he’s figuring out how to use his speaker,’ Tru’man chuckled, nipping his son on the nose. ‘You’re very talented, aren’t you? Behave for kekik Scaychie.’

‘Yalfit!’ Geoff’Selulu responded, his voice echoing as if he was speaking for two people as he tried to grab his father’s hair. ‘Kan!’

‘Yes, kekik Scaychie will let you kan,’ Tru’man dodged his son’s tiny hands and grinned at Scaychie. ‘He wants to eat.’

‘I’ll feed him,’ Scaychie reassured. ‘You go.’

Tru’man nodded and turned, putting his arm around Eish’lee as they wandered into the distance.

‘Kekik?’ Geoff’Selulu’s voice broke. ‘Kekik kan? Milk? Kekik going?’

Scaychie tapped the bump on his throat gently. ‘Scaychie gives you kan.’

‘Milk!’ he said, in his usual voice. Then he opened his mouth wide and a second voice, higher than before, escaped him. ‘Meelk!’

‘Yes, milk!’ Scaychie replied.

‘Milk!’ Geoff’Selulu cried out before nuzzling against Scaychie’s shawled-covered chest with enthusiasm. ‘Now!’


Centela + Mingan as kids, when they are running away from home!

‘Where are you going?’ she whispered.

‘Anywhere but Heck’ne!’ Centela responded. ‘Yalfit is mean! And I’m always hungry! And I never ever want to go back there ever again!’

Mingan thought for a long while, the squeak of her wheelchair echoing through the quiet castle as she rolled the wheel back and forth.

‘You’ll be so alone …’ she mumbled. ‘I’m coming with you!’

‘I don’t need you! I’ll have Peedee,’ Centela declared, holding Peedee’s container high in the air. ‘Stay here. Your stepapa Sensin is really nice. You don’t have a reason to run away!’

‘Yes I do!’ Mingan retorted. ‘You’re my friend and I don’t want you to be alone! That’s my reason!’

‘Go back to bed,’ Centela growled, with as much bitterness in his tone as he could muster. He didn’t mean it— But he was good at faking. ‘I don’t like you.’

Mingan looked struck. And Centela took that as his leave. He turned and silently made his way down the castle’s steps to the dark courtyard— And jumped as a crash sounded behind him.

He turned, and saw Mingan spilt out on the staircase, her wheelchair overturned behind her.

‘I said to go back to bed!’ Centela snapped, flapping his wings. He fought the urge to go to her. To pick her up and turn her chair right. ‘I! Don’t! Need! You!’

Slowly, her entire body trembling with effort, Mingan pushed herself to her feet. She limped two steps down and collapsed again, her scarred leg slipping out from under her.

‘I’m coming,’ she said firmly. ‘And if you don’t let me come with you I’ll— I’ll—’

‘You’ll what?’ Centela grumbled. ‘Tell Sensin I’m running away? I’ll be gone before he—’

‘—I’ll cry!’ Mingan decided. ‘If you leave without me I’ll cry and cry for the rest of my life and I’ll never stop and it will be your fault!’

Centela hesitated. He didn’t want Mingan to cry. Especially not for the rest of her life. That was a long time to be upset. …

‘Please let me come!’ already, tears were welling in her eyes; reflecting the gentle blue light of the castle’s soulstone lamps. ‘Don’t leave me behind!’

Centela’s scales went cold. Colder than Konde’s night air. … Colder than the snow under his feet. He didn’t want Mingan to be sad. Especially if it was his fault.

‘Fine,’ he sighed, hurrying back up the stairs and pulling Mingan up. He helped her walk down to the courtyard and then glanced back up the steps to her wheelchair. ‘It won’t work outside. The snow’s too deep.’

‘That’s okay,’ Mingan told him, licking her tongue through the cleft in her lip. ‘If you let me lean on you I can walk.’


A not-so-happy scene, involving Ell’ian and her sister. It’s the first time they’ve seen each other in almost 20 years, after the passing of some unsavoury family members.

This probably won’t make sense because it’s from the first draft of book 5 of my fantasy series Don’t Lose Hope (which y’all have no context for) but uhhh, I’m really proud of it and how it shows off Ell’ian’s emotions.

I’ll post some happier/funnier stuff soon!

(tw: death and csa mentions)

‘I’ve been meaning to ask,’ Ell’ian mumbled through her mouthful. ‘How did yalfit die?’

The harpies fell silent, and Kala’Verso slowly put down her cup. ‘You mean you do not know?’

Ell’ian’s brow tensed. ‘How would I know? The last time I saw him was when he was chasing me off. He crash landed, and must have hurt his wing or something because he didn’t follow me past the Kahi’ma mountains.’

The tension in the air only rose as Kala’Verso pushed her meal away. ‘Ell’ian, he broke his neck.’

Toro’s heart nearly gave way.

‘When?’ Ell’ian asked, oblivious. ‘How? Did he land wrong or— Oh. … Oh I understand.’

‘I sent a search party looking for you, after I became mala’kala,’ her sister sighed. ‘I wanted to bring you home. It was a hard month. Too many deaths. First kekik. Then little Gala’zijah. And then I lost yalfit, Ref’elute, and you all in one night. … I did not know what to do. It was the worst I had ever felt. I thought I would die myself from the heartbreak.’

Ell’ian looked away. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt yalfit.’

‘What about Ref’elute?’

Ell’ian inhaled sharply, and Toro saw her feathers start to rise. ‘That … I did on purpose. And I don’t regret his death.’

‘He was your brother—’

‘—And I was eight!’ Ell’ian’s voice broke. ‘I was not the one at fault!’

‘Ell’ian, it was—’

‘—No!’ Ell’ian slammed her palm into the table, knocking over her drink. ‘Don’t you dare try to tell me what happened to me was right! Don’t you dare!’

‘I am not—’

‘—There is no excuse for what he did to me!’

Kala’Verso sighed, and without another word stood up. She put a hand up to stop her harpies from following her. ‘Eat. We leave tomorrow, you will need your strength.’

Toro felt the air chill as Kala’Verso quietly shut the door behind her.

The silence was only broken when Kesk’rogie turned to her mother, mouth open wide.

‘You killed someone?’

Ell’ian nodded.

‘COOL!’ Ellow’hen exclaimed.

‘Sweetie,’ Toro put a hand on her shoulder.


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