My writing and art! Main @cjadewyton and polished work on @jade-wyton
Stars can be very manipulative. Everyone keeps underestimating her because of her disability, so she said "screw it, I'mma use this" and learnt how to twist words around so nobody can argue with her.
Luckily, she (mostly) uses this power for good; like stopping her grandfather using her stepmother's old name.... This time it's pretty obvious what she's doing (she's usually at least a little bit subtle)
‘Distro, yes, sorry,’ Rorlbar sighed. ‘I still don’t see why you changed it.’
‘I just liked this name better,’ said Distro. ‘There’s nothing wrong with changing your name.’
Rorlbar simply shrugged.
‘I changed my name!’ Stars beamed. ‘And I love my new name a lot. It’s very nice. Kekik Distro’s new name is also very nice.’
‘It’s just hard to get used to,’ Rorlbar shrugged. ‘I’m her father, I’ve used Koktansi for years—’
‘—My kekik started using my new name the day I asked her to,’ Stars cut in, sounding a lot less pleasant than before as she put down her fork and rested her hands on the table. ‘You’ve had over ten years to get used to kekik Distro’s new name. If kekik Distro wants you to use her new name, you should use it. It’s very uncomfortable to be called by your old name when you don’t like it. And if you’re her yalfit, you should want her to be as comfortable as possible. You want kekik Distro to feel comfortable and loved, right?’
‘Well, yes of course—’
‘—Good,’ Stars said firmly, her ears flicking up as her eyes narrowed. ‘So you agree? Using her new name is best and you’re not going to use her old name anymore?’
‘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?’
‘N... no,’ Scaychie answered, feeling her brow furrow at the strange woman.
‘Oh, well...’ the woman’s ears flicked back. But then, they flicked back up and she smiled. ‘I’m Keeyata. What’s your name?’
Scaychie just eyed her.
When she didn’t reply, Keeyata’s ears folded back down, and she stepped forward, gently placing a hand against Scaychie’s shoulder before pulling back and letting out an anxious laugh. ‘Oh, ah— Hah, you are real!’
‘I said that,’ Scaychie grunted.
‘Yes, but you may have been lying.’
Scaychie just shrugged.
‘Uhm...’ Keeyata shuffled again. Then offered another nervous grin. ‘I’m Keeyata. What’s your name?’
Again, Scaychie stared. And again, Keeyata edged forward.
‘Am I speaking?’ Keeyata asked. ‘Out loud?’
Scaychie sighed, and nodded. ‘Yes. Yes you are. My name’s Scaychie.’
‘Oh, that’s a nice name,’ Keeyata’s grin grew, before she held out a hand.
‘What do... do you want something?’ Scaychie asked. ‘Why are you...’
She trailed off as Keeyata slowly took her hand and gave it a timid shake.
‘What... is this?’ Scaychie asked.
‘Hello,’ Keeyata said, giving another shake. ‘Mother Tarasi said this was polite.’
‘How... is touching my hand polite?’ Scaychie grimaced. What kind of... weird custom was this?
‘I’m not sure,’ Keeyata responded. ‘I never understood it. But Mother Tarasi said to always do it when saying hello. Because it’s polite.’
‘Mm,’ Scaychie felt herself frown as she pulled her hand away. Then she leant forward and butted her head against Keeyata’s. ‘Well, uh.... Hello. I guess.’
‘Wh—‘ Keeyata’s eyes widened and she stumbled back, as if Scaychie had butted her hard. ‘What the fuck?!’
‘I was saying hello,’ Scaychie snorted. ‘That’s how dassens greet each other. Were you raised felinic or something?’
‘No, no, Mother Mairas was dassen,’ Keeyata replied. ‘But my brother and I are from Canis! With wolvens?’
‘Yes. Wolvens,’ Scaychie grunted.
‘Was that really how you say hello?’
‘Yes...’ Scaychie trailed off as she spied Linzor a little ways off.
Keeyata seemed to notice her tense, and glanced to see what she was looking at.
‘Oh! Linzor!’ Keeyata ran to her brother. ‘Linzor!’
‘What?’ Linzor growled.
‘Scaychie showed me how dassens say hello! Can I show you?’
Linzor rolled his eyes and gave a huff. ‘Fine.’
She headbutt Linzor so hard he fell over.
‘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.
Quick doodle of my girl, Distro! Being very sad over a painting of her son and step-daughter.
‘What is this?’
‘If you want, I’ll leave my family for you,’ Sensin told her. ‘This place is for sale. We could live here. You and me and the kids. All you have to do us say so.’
‘—I love you, Elli. More than anything else,’ he took her hands in his and squeezed them. ‘Even more than Ykelt loves Ziu. And I’ll do anything to prove it to you.’
Finally got to work on this again, after a couple of weeks of wanting to but not having time ouo I'm INCREDIBLY happy with it so far. Hopefully will be able to actually finish it soon!!
Lines are done!! And I'm dying x.x
After around 10 years of barely speaking to his son, Linzor visits Centela and Mingan for their wedding and is his usual, horrible self.
cw: implied abuse / Linzor being an absolute creep
Linzor just stared at Mingan. His eyes darted over her, as if taking in every way she’d changed since she had been a child, and the twitch of his lip into a half-smile filled Centela with the urge to throw himself between his father and his wife.
But he held back and took a deep breath. His father hadn’t done anything, he told himself as he let the breath out. He was just being ... strange, again. That’s all it was.
‘You look like your mother looked when she was your age.’
The urge came back, and Centela couldn’t stop himself taking the step. ‘Y-Yeah. People say that a lot—‘
‘—You have her eyes,’ Linzor continued. ‘Smile for me.’
‘Smile,’ Linzor repeated.
Mingan looked like she didn’t want to. And when she took Centela’s hand and squeezed it Centela knew he had to say something— But he couldn’t think of a single thing—
‘You won’t even smile for your father-in-law?’ Linzor cooed, a false sweetness to his voice. ‘Pity. Though, if you’re anything like your mother I’ll get it out of you sooner or later!’
Centela felt Mingan’s nails dig into his hand and he lifted his wings up, faking a laugh as an excuse to shield Mingan. ‘Hah! Well, you know, she’s nothing like Elli. So why even try?’
Linzor’s grin disappeared into a cool judgement as he looked at his son. He stared for a moment before loudly licking a fang and grunting.
‘You got fat.’
‘Y-Yeah. I did.’
‘Oh well. I don’t know what I was expecting, leaving you with wolvens,’ he shrugged and turned for the door. ‘Come. We’ll head back to the party. You can show me how much your flight has improved on the way.’
Centela felt his scales go cold, and didn’t move. ‘I. … I can’t.’
‘You can’t what?’
Linzor rounded on his son. ‘What? Why not!’
‘I. ... I got too fat.’
‘TOO FAT?’ Linzor snapped. ‘What do you mean you got “too fat” to fly!’
Centela jumped and squeezed Mingan’s hand. ‘I mean— I mean I got fat. A-And now I can’t fly.’
Linzor rubbed his temples and let out a long, angry groan before dropping his hands to his sides and scowling. ‘You’re unbelievable. Alright, well, what did you pull me aside for in the first place?’
‘Well, I wasn’t sure how to tell you in my letter,’ Centela swallowed. ‘But ... Mingan’s pregnant.’
‘About time,’ replied Linzor. ‘What else?’
‘Uh, that was it?’
‘For fucks sake, you think being pregnant is special? Half your sisters back home are pregnant!’ Linzor turned to walk away. He called over his shoulder as he made for the door, ‘Next time you make me waste my time it better be for something that’s actually important!’
Centela felt Mingan squeeze his hand again and looked at her.
‘It’s alright,’ she reassured. ‘I’m sure he cares.’
Centela shrugged and turned back to watch his father, who was examining an expensive vase beside the staircase. ‘I. ... I don’t think he does.’
After a moment Linzor pushed the vase off its stand. It fell to the ground and shattered with a loud crash and Centela felt Mingan flinch. Linzor stared at the shattered ceramic for a moment longer before twitching a wing and making his way outside.
‘I thought …’ Centela hesitated, and looked to the floor.
‘Centy?’ Mingan asked.
‘I thought maybe I’d just remembered wrong,’ he muttered. ‘That it was just because I was young and time made me think it was worse than it was. … But he’s … exactly as I remember him. … It was a mistake to invite him.’
Toro and Ell'ian, after a hard day, listening to Dellor pass by their room.
cw: implied abuse
Then Toro’s father began down the hall again and Ell’ian relaxed. The tension left her body with a sigh and she lay limply over Toro.
‘Thank you,’ was all Toro could manage.
Ell’ian didn’t respond, not with words, but he felt her shift anxiously on top of him before she slid off the bed and curled up on the floor.
‘He is evil,’ she said, her voice quivering.
‘He’s ...’ Toro hesitated. ‘Troubled.’
‘Evil,’ this time the word was a hiss. ‘I know evil. I know it. And it is him. Deep inside him. Evil. Evil like sabres— And evil like spiders. ... Evil like Ref’elute.’
Her brother, Toro was surprised he remembered the name as he joined Ell’ian on the floor. He didn’t say anything else; just offered her his open arms and held her tightly when she leant into him. He ran his hand through her hair until he felt her grip on his arm loosen and, after making sure she was asleep, he lifted her back onto the bed and curled up beside her.
Toro and Dellor fight
cw: child/spousal abuse mentions
‘She never did anything to deserve it—’
‘—DESERVE IT?’ Toro shrieked, leaping from the statue at his father, who rushed backwards to avoid being jumped on. ‘You beat the shit out of her! And you beat the shit out of me!’
‘Only because I had to keep you in line!’ Dellor snapped.
‘Oh, that’s rich!’ Toro growled, grabbing the hilt of his sword and half-unsheathing it. ‘You had to beat a four year old into line?’
Dellor set his jaw, and Toro drew his sword to full length and pointed it at his father.
‘Don’t make a fool of yourself with this facade you’ve got going,’ Dellor scoffed. ‘You don’t know a thing about parenting— look at your children! I’ve never seen a lot more out of line! You do know what people say about you?’
‘They’re happy,’ Toro growled. ‘What people think about us will never be more important than that.’
‘Ell, sweetheart, it’s morning,’ he gives her a gentle shake. ‘The sun’s coming up!’
Ell’ian groans and rolls over. ‘Tell the sun to fuck off.’
‘Well, here she is,’ Toro let out a breath and carefully held out the urn for Ell’ian to see. ‘Zezi Tasuma.’
Ell’ian frowned. ‘That’s a jar, Toro.’
‘She’s in the jar.’
Ell’ian took the lid off the urn and looked in, squinting. She stared into for a moment then looked back up to Toro. ‘Where? It’s just dust.’
I spent almost an hour looking for this in all my files and it was saved by the SINGLE reblog from my friend on tumblr all the way back in 2016,, I'm so glad I didn't lose this because it's so stupid and I still love it so much.
Ell'ian orders a McLizard.
Usually I wouldn't post something so old buuuuut I was REALLY proud of it when I first wrote it and my writing style has improved heaps, and I'm (surprisingly) not embarrassed by this old chunk of text. So, I figured this would be a good thing to post to show how far I've come! Improvement! :D
It's actually in the 2nd drafting stages, but it's so old it reads like how I now do first drafts, hah! It's from 2014. It's eventually going to be rewritten, and I'm excited to one day get to it 🥰
Originally book 1 of Don't Lose Hope was going to alternate between Stars and Ka'harja but after I drafted the book I found it didn't work and split it into two separate books, one for Ka'harja and one for Stars. This one is from Stars' pov!
Fabecutt sees Annanyn is holding Little Demon and goes to take a step forward, but Stars puts up two of her hands and blocks his way.
“I told you, no,” she uses a hand to point down the hall. “Can you look after Demon tonight?”
“Oh- of course,” Annanyn gets the hint and quickly leaves. “Sken says we’re leaving tomorrow. You might want to get some sleep.”
Fabecutt sighs sadly as Annanyn leaves and Stars leads him into her room.
Stars takes him to the bed, and gently moves Sunbeam and Raindrop.
Fabecutt sits on the bed. “Why can’t I see him? He’s my son.”
Stars sits beside him. “Because you don’t love him. And I don’t want you to start loving him.”
Fabecutt flinches, then looks at his feet. He twitches a wing. “I suppose you’re here for revenge, like that Ka’harja boy wants?”
Stars shakes her head. “Revenge only leads to more hurt,” she thinks about Dena and Distro’s suffering after they’d killed the Har’pies. “For everyone involved. I don’t want revenge— although Scara knows you deserve a good slap.”
“Since when do you use Scara’s name as a curse?” Fabecutt gives a weak laugh. “You’ve changed a lot since I last saw you… You seem stronger.”
“I am,” she tells him. She sighs and looks at the horns along his forehead. “You haven’t changed a bit.”
Fabecutt sighs. “Neg’an, listen-“
“I’m not Neg’an anymore,” Stars interrupts. “Neg’an was who I used to be… Now I’m Stars, and I’m more me than I’ve ever been before.”
“Stars?” Fabecutt smiles. “That’s a nice name.”
“I know, that’s why I chose it.”
Fabecutt continues. “Stars, I have to ask… Do you… Do you love me?”
Stars thinks for a long while before shaking her head. “No,” she admits. “I thought I did, but I think it was because you were kind to me, and nobody had ever been that kind before. I didn’t really know what love was, and when you came you were kind to me and took away the hurt and loneliness… I mistook that for love.”
“And you know what love is now?”
Stars thinks about Koko and Baku, and Coff and Ka’harja; Sken and Annanyn. “I think I do.”
“Huh… I’m not so sure I know what it is anymore,” Fabecutt puts his face in his hands. He sighs, “I don’t want to lose my family,” he admits. “I’m such an idiot…”
“Yes,” Stars agrees. “You really are.”
Fabecutt looks at her like he was shocked she’d agreed, then shakes his head and looks back at the ground.
“You wanted me to disagree with you?”
“It would have been nice…”
Stars straightens up and tries to be stern. “Koko says owning up to mistakes is more important then sparing feelings. You already had a family, and you let yourself be selfish and kept secrets from them. You’ve done stupid things.”
“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”
“Sorry doesn’t make things better,” Stars tells him, echoing Koko. “You’ve done wrong, and now… You’re in trouble.”
Fabecutt puts his face in his hands. “How do I fix it?”
”Tell your family the truth, and tell them you’re sorry,” Stars tells him. “But remember that you’ve hurt them a lot and they don’t have to forgive you for what you’ve done.”
I already posted a short bit from how you find out Krish is trans if you read my project in series order, but here's how you find out if you read it in chronological order! It's got a very different feel to it because Toro and Krish don't know each other very well, yet, and Toro's still very undereducated. His heart's in the right place here, he's just dumb as a brick.
cw for accidental misgendering
Toro narrowly dodged the queen’s shoe and hurried out with the rest of the crowd.
He was met by a few older looking guards, who motioned to two tents.
‘Men on the left, women on the right.’
‘R-Right,’ Toro gave a nod and hurried to the left line. He got in place behind a human man, who looked back with a snort as Toro took a step too close.
There was a deep scar across his neck and shoulder, like he’d had boiling water thrown on him, and Toro tried not to stare.
‘What?’ the human grunted.
‘That scar’s, uh, pretty nasty,’ Toro managed.
‘That scar’s, uh, none of your business!’ the man snapped before turning his back to Toro.
‘Right, of course not,’ Toro nodded before glancing around and realising Krish had stepped up behind him. ‘Krish?’
‘I thought that the, uh— The women—’
Krish gave a heavy sigh, putting her face in her hands, and Toro stopped mid-sentence.
He felt the overwhelming urge to apologise. Had he said something wrong? He couldn’t think what he could have said wrong— But the look on Krish’s face told him he had, and he opened his mouth to ask what it was, but was cut short as Sands came out and motioned for everyone to be quiet.
He started walking up the line of men, marking each name off on a clipboard, until he came to Krish. He barely glanced up as he mumbled, ‘I think you’re in the wrong line.’
‘No, I-I’m not,’ Krish stammered. ‘I’m not a woman.’
Now, Sands looked up. Then quickly flicked through his paperwork. ‘What’s your name?’
‘Krish Galia,’ voice trembling, Krish stood up straighter. ‘I’m a transgender man.’
Toro only half understood that meant— He had no idea what a “transgender” was, but at least he knew now why Krish hadn’t been happy at being called a woman.
A transgender man?
‘A transgender man?’ Sands echoed Toro’s thoughts.
‘Well, I’m sorry for the confusion, that was my mistake,’ Sands quickly made a note on his paperwork, then looked back up to Krish. ‘These lines are only for uniform measurement. Will you be comfortable being measured by another man?’
‘I’d rather not be measured at all,’ Krish replied, his voice cracking with anxiety. ‘I already know my measurements. I-If I could just write them down. …’
‘If that makes your more comfortable,’ Sands gave a nod and motioned to the tent ahead. ‘Go in now and tell Hajir. Just make sure they’re accurate or I’ll be the one he throws a fit at later.’
‘Th-Thank you,’ Krish nodded, and took a step out of line and made towards the tent as Sands continued down the line.
As Sands passed, the human man from before turned to Toro and whispered, ‘You got any idea what “transgender” is?’
Toro shook his head.
‘I thought it was a seces thing,’ someone else whispered.
‘Y’all are fucking idiots!’ hissed a voice behind Toro, and he glanced to see a felinic rolling his eyes. ‘Read a fucking book or something! By the Goddess!’
The rest of the men in front of Toro turned back around and grumbled, but Toro nudged the felinic man to get his attention.
‘What books?’ he asked.
The felinic shook his head and sighed, the annoyed look fading into fatigue. ‘Gods, you serious? You ain’t just a transphobe trying to fuck with me?’
‘Yeah, I’m serious.’
‘Kazani: a History and Biography,’ the felinic answered. ‘It’s in the royal library. Foxen culture section.’
The start of Tru'man's death scene. Trying to get that balance between believable use of their native language, and it being actually understandable to the reader? Actually a lot of fun, tbh.
‘You will be okay,’ Geoff whimpered. ‘I will— I will fix you. You will be okay.’
‘Geoff,’ Tru’man managed. ‘This is too deep. Even for you.’
‘No!’ Geoff’s wings stiffened, the feathers trembling as if they were trying to escape him as he lifted them up. ‘No! No! No no no!’
‘I’m sorry,’ Tru’man let out a deep, heavy breath. ‘I’m so sorry, Geoff’Selulu.’
‘No!’ Geoff repeated, pushing onto his father’s wound harder before letting out an anguished squeal— Setani’Selina recognised it as something seces, and though she wasn’t sure of the exact word, she understood the meaning.
‘Gorg,’ she said as she gently kneed by her brother. She ran a hand over his back and ran the other down his arm to meet his own at their father’s wound. ‘Kosson. Tasa less now. You’re hurting yalfit.’
‘No,’ Geoff whined, not moving. ‘I will fix him.’
‘I am not lying! I will fix him!’
‘Maka,’ Setani’Selina repeated. ‘You maka. Yalfit is in the mup bakti. You know.’
‘No! No!’ Geoff snapped, his worried face now half a scowl. ‘Do not say hakalika things to me! You are the maka! I will fix him!’
‘Geoff’Selulu,’ Tru’man’s hand found its way onto his childrens’ and he looked to them both weakly. ‘Setani’Selina kizza maka.’
The words were barely out of Tru’man’s mouth before Geoff let out another mournful cry and doubled over, pushing his face into his father’s. ‘No, yalfit! No! No! I will fix you!’
‘You can’t,’ Tru’man told him. He took a laboured breath … then smiled. ‘I’m proud of you. You and all your zelkins. You make my world less sharami.’
‘Halki, katka,’ a tear rolled down Tru’man’s cheek. ‘Halki.’
Setani’Selina felt like her heart was being squeezed by a tight hand. ‘I’m sorry, yalfit.’
‘You have no reason to be sorry,’ Tru’man said. ‘Kosson, my rek. Kosson. … Where are your zelkins?’
‘We’re here, yalfit,’ a voice came from behind Setani’Selina, and she didn’t need to turn to know it was Ta’kora. ‘All of us.’
Hayt! Paying the universe forward for something nice Toro did for her once (and unbeknownst to her, she's actually helping Toro's daughter!)
1st excerpt is 200 words, 2nd is 90 words!
She doesn’t respond.
‘I can wait all day.’
‘Well, Hayt. I need that coin purse back.’
Hayt begrudgingly hands it over.
‘I shouldn’t, but I believe in second chances,’ he says as he takes back the coin purse. ‘So get going back to your parents.’
‘Don’t patronise me, fat-man,’ Hayt mumbles under her breath as she walks away.
Toro laughs, and the kid’s tail fluffs out when she realises he’d heard her.
‘Good mouth on you!’ he laughs. ‘Now get before I mistake you for one of my own kids and take you home with me!’
Hayt looks at him for a second, then a sly smirk appears on her face. ‘How did someone as ugly as you find a girl who’d let you have kids with her?’
Toro scoffs, then laughs.
Hayt gives him the finger, but he sees her grinning playfully and knows she’s just being a cheeky felinic kid.
‘Alright, move off before I change my mind.’
‘Hah, right,’ Hayt snorted. ‘So what? Do I owe you something now?’
‘Nah,’ Toro shook his head. ‘I’m just being a decent person. Just pay it forward when you can. … Pretend you owe the universe.’
‘You’ve done a lot for me,’ she sighs. ‘Is there anything I can do to thank you?’
‘I’m just paying forward,’ Hayt responds. ‘It’s a bit of a thing I have going on. Do something nice for someone so maybe they’ll do something nice for someone else. You know.’
‘That’s a nice idea,’ Ka’tassah grins. ‘Doesn’t sound like it came from this area.’
‘Some old guy did it for me once. Felt good. Pretty sure it made me a better person. So I make sure I do the same.’
I really want to finish this one so hnnnng even though I don't have my laptop back I've started the line art, though the canvas is half the size I would have liked ;(
Elli is a good lady and I love drawing her.
‘Once I found an ocean catfish stuck in my cave as a kid,’ Keek explained. ‘I was cleaning and stuck my tail in a crevice to scoop out some shells and the next thing I know it had swallowed half of me! I remember struggling with it before my mum came to check on me and she just FREAKED out and started bashing it with the broom!’
‘You have brooms underwater?’ Warner asked. ‘What for?’
‘Sweeping,’ Keek answered simply. ‘Anyway— she was bashing it—’