My writing and art! Main @cjadewyton and polished work on @jade-wyton
She was pondering her immortality and how she’s outlived everyone she’s ever loved, but then one of the diplomats from Turent accidentally farted and now she’s trying not to laugh at them.
‘What was their name, Q?’ Coi’Lili lent heavier on the fence, leaning forward so he could look Jaisa in the eye. ‘You are smiling now.’
‘Its name is Batni.’
‘Yes, that’s its pronouns,’ Jaisa responded, a humoured snort escaping through xer gills. ‘We don’t all use xie and them, you know. The whole point is we’re not some sort of binary. He, she, fae, hir, sie, ve, its. … There’s hundreds of options. Xie and them are just common and easy to use in front of land-dwellers, that’s all.’
‘I see,’ Coi’Lili gave a nod and ruffled his feathers. ‘And xie is what you prefer, Q? There is nothing else, Q? Because if there is something else I am more than happy to use it for you.’
‘Yeah, nah,’ Jaisa shrugged. ‘Xie is fine. I don’t think you could pronounce my pronouns in Seces.’
‘I am part avio, my sweet lovely one,’ Coi’Lili responded. ‘And I have my speaker. I would be able to pronounce anything. Maybe even better than you.’
Jaisa let out another gill-snort before turning to Coi’Lili. ‘Alright,’ xie said. ‘Try this one, then.’
A short whistle came from xer gills, echoing like it was being whistled twice as xie opened and closed xer mouth. Then xie clamped xer gills gown down with a wet slapping noise and grinned.
‘That is your pronoun, Q?’ he opened his mouth and the noise echoed out of him, perfectly mimicked. ‘That is not to hard to say, my dear.’
‘Works as both personal and possessive,’ xie said. ‘But I doubt the wolvens around here could pronounce it without bordering on offencive, so I prefer to just use xie and xer on land.’
‘If that is your wish, I will respect it,’ Coi’Lili gave xer a gentle nod. ‘But if you change your mind do not hesitate to let me know. It is nothing hard for me and I am more than happy to do it.’
‘Thanks,’ Jaisa replied, resting xer chin on the fence and staring into the pond longingly. After a moment xie eyed Coi’Lili. ‘Do you think I would get in trouble?’
‘For your pronouns, Q?’ he gasped. ‘Oh, no no no! Queen Distro would never allow that!’
‘I meant if I jumped into the pond,’ Jaisa clarified. ‘Do you think I would get into trouble if I went for a swim?’
‘Do you want me to do the frown?’
Distro snorted with surprise and turned back to the young felinic. She’d forgotten she was having her portrait painted. ‘If you like, Penel. As long as I look gay.’
‘You always look gay, your majesty,’ said Penel. ‘You exude it like an aura. I admit I’m jealous. How do you do it?’
‘Years of practice,’ Distro felt herself grinning. ‘But perhaps I can give you some pointers?’
‘Perhaps,’ Penel’s eyes flashed impishly as she washed the paint from her brush. ‘Anyway, seeing as you’ve moved around, now seems like a good time to take a break with this. I’ll go get some food and then we can continue?’
‘I think I’ve had enough for today,’ Distro replied. ‘I’ve got a few things I need to do.’
‘Serious things that make you frown?’ Penel asked, giving a playful shake of her head and clicking her tongue. ‘Tsk, tsk. That’s not very swag of you.’
‘Don’t tell me what’s swag!’ Distro retorted. ‘I’ve been swag for over two thousand years!’
‘You’ve been a lot of things for over two thousand years,’ the girl teased as she scooped her things into her bag. ‘But swag is not one of them. Should I come back tomorrow or. …’
The queen’s twitched an ear as Penel’s gaze shifted and she fell silent. There was a raspy whimper and Distro turned to see a wide-eyed seces shivering in the doorway.
‘Good evening, Jaisa,’ Distro greeted gently. ‘I’m glad you’re awake. Are you alright? Do you want to sit down?’
‘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.’
oh FUCK yeah we talking about cryptid OCs???? Here's one of mine from when I was in high school! We're talking early 2010s BAYBE!! Look @ that old art haha
His name is George and he wears a hoodie & steals your socks while you sleep.
He may also help you find lost items by moving them somewhere more obvious (you SWEAR you already checked in the kitchen, and the second time your keys were suddenly there?? Its because you weren't looking in the jacket under your bed where they ACTUALLY were, so he helped you out!)
Anyway here he is, back from my old art archives to say hi! He's a Good Boy
‘I came to Canis,’ Wryn said. ‘I can’t go to jail here for a crime I committed in another country; unless that country puts out an International Warrant. Which they haven’t. I keep up to date just in case.’
‘Where will you go if they do?’ Ell’ian asked.
‘Labuntur’s my backup,’ Wryn admitted. ‘It’s not in the Alliance, so International Warrants aren’t valid there. I already have a plot of land in my name —it’s where everyone else moved, actually— if it wasn’t for my Popa and grandchildren I’d have moved in with them already. Plus I have to look out for you,’ she ruffled Toro’s hair. ‘I owe that to your ma’, don’t I?’
"Hey Scaychie! What do you have planned for today?"
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.
Dale: WOW! I wish I had a friendship with someone as close as Anna and Trish have! Looks nice.
Talia: *absolutely floored that Dale STILL hasn't figured out they're gay*
When you're tired from your all-night shift and it makes you have small feelings, but that's okay because your boyfriend's feelings are big enough for the both of you.