My writing and art! Main @cjadewyton and polished work on @jade-wyton
‘Are you real?’ she asked.
Scaychie hesitated. ‘What?’
‘Are you real?’
‘I.... Uh, yeah.’
‘Oh, good!’ the woman stood up straighter, tucking her wings behind her back and pushing her hair out of her eyes. ‘Sometimes it’s hard to tell. You know?’
Goose... Bi. Poly. And the cutest basket weaver in the entire settlement.
Am relaxing right? This is how you do it right? Yeah. Yeah I think I'm doing it... *looks over at Scaychie for validation* Wow, relaxing is so stressful.
There is a dassen word, angilnishka, which is spoken in International as “stop hanging from the trees.”
The saying means, basically, to stop talking shit.
Many other Sentients don’t understand how the phrase could mean what it does, but after learning it’s an adapted shorthand for the literal translation “stop hanging upside down, your arse is starting to think it’s your mouth,” they usually understand.
The Dassen Origin is a story known by both dassen and zokex races. It’s a tale that took place before the awakening of The Goddess Scara, back when Das was still whole and unshattered by the Island Mover.
‘What was it you used to call me?’ she asked, a tired sigh making her seem smaller. ‘I can’t remember.’
‘Honeysuckle,’ Taldurl’s voice was scarcely a whisper as he pressed against his wife, his lips almost touching her neck. ‘It was honeysuckle.’
Was working on this last night but stopped to go for a drive with my wife
I’m gonna try and draw something from scratch before I work more on this, so a 6~ month old sketch isn’t the first finished piece of the year
Also for those who aren’t familiar with wheelchairs; LD has an independent chair, Viti has a dependent chair. I’ve been trying to get the hang on drawing both but I’ve only got personal experience with dependent chairs SO that one came out a bit better
The Dassen Origin is a story known by both dassen and zokex races. It’s a tale that took place before the awakening of The Goddess Scara, back when Das was still whole and unshattered by the Island Mover. It’s the tale of a shape shifting zokex, named Adoration, who started a nurlak-worshipping cult. The cult did a lot of morally questionably actions during their formative years and, after being banished from zokex society, moved on to outright horrible acts. Their most famous crime was the mutilation and murder of a young nurlak child whose body they used to create a form-changing potion. This potion was supposed to turn the members of the cult into nurlaks, but due to the brutal nature of the murder, the ancient nurlak gods punished the zokex and their potion only half-worked, leaving them stuck halfway between nurlak and zokex; the first dassens.
[also my fave paragraph from the story's below the cut]
cw: gore / death