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.
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.
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.
Sal'rez met Cloud'Cuddle while on holiday in the Empire.
They bonded over foxen furniture being too small for their big gay butts.
Just a couple of gal’s being gay!
That said I’m VERY happy with mono-tit’s cute tummy and fluffy tail!
no watermark/footer coz I originally wasn’t gonna post this export online & just to my discord, but I like it. If I get the time I might add a background
*passes you a cute lesbian*
This is Brandon aka Brandy and she can’t speak very well and prefers to write on a blackboard to communicate— But in an unfortunate stroke of luck, the cutest girl she’s ever met (Luana) is illiterate. That does not stop them from falling in love, though.
Also she can blather literal gibberish and her brother understands her, because he Gets It.
"Even I can't read that."
Probably a good thing, considering what it's supposed to say...
(Context: Elli cheated on Sensin with her sister's husband. It doesn't end well, because she can't read very well and Sensin usually reads her mail to her; which is how he finds out)
Wolven people use ink and quill to write, mostly. They write in thick cursive and most foreigners have a hard time reading the language.
Diets are one of the largest varying parts of wolven culture. Every kingdom has their own preferences for what they eat, how they cook, and the way in which their food is obtained.
Due to the climate difference, different meats are preferred. Southern wolves tend to have higher-protein diets made of heavy meats and vegetables so they gain fat faster, while northerners prefer leaner meat and fruits so they are slimmer and less likely to overheat. All wolven cultures love sweet, succulent foods and sugar are more common at the dinner table than salt; however, the type of sweeteners used depend highly on the kingdom. Tree syrups, jams, and naturally sweet alcohols are a major part of a southerner’s pantry. While sugarcane, coconut sugar, and honey are farmed heavily in warmer climates. When it comes to meat, seal is a southerner favourite; though most northerners find the excessive blubber off-putting, and will go for leaner fats like poultry and cattle.
Kazzaquin is the only wolven country with a national food —a soup made from seal blubber, maple syrup, oats, and oyster— which they gift cans of during visits to foreign countries. Immortal Queen Distro is the only ruler to have ever denied the gift from Kazzaquin; outright stating that she found it repulsive and nearly starting a war in the process. The only reason war was avoided was the ex-Har’py Prophet, Setani’Selina, accepted the gift in Distro’s place.
Y’all want some dumbass gay shit?
‘S-So,’ Coff echoed. ‘Ka’harja, I-I. …’
Ka’harja waited patiently for Coff to finish, but when the man didn’t, he simply sighed and looked to the floor. ‘I know you like Stars.’
‘Wh-What? Why would I. … We h-have nothing in-in c-common!’ Coff gasped. ‘I don’t— I d-don’t l-like her!’
‘Wait, you don’t like Stars?’ Ka’harja asked. ‘Then who’s the crush you were talking about?’
Coff stared at him for a long, long moment. The look on his face told Ka’harja that he should have known, but in the state he was in he … couldn’t quite figure it out.
After a minute that felt like an hour, he decided to guess. ‘You like … Sken?’
‘NO!’ Coff exclaimed, burying his face in his hands. ‘Y-Y-You’re so— So st-st-stup-stup-stupid— H— How— How are you— Even— Even—’
Ka’harja wasn’t sure what to do as Coff doubled over with a frustrated cry, so he awkwardly leant over so he could pat the healer’s back. ‘I’m sorry. Does it really matter that I know? I mean— I’d probably end up telling them by accident. …’
Coff took a deep breath and sat up straight. He stared at Ka’harja again, his eyes wide. After a minute, he spoke.
‘I like … you.’
‘As a friend?’
The healer struck him across the cheek so hard he slipped off the bed and onto the floor.
This scene is mostly a break from all the sad stuff; it’s a silly arguement that both develops the characters and shows off some of the world building!
It also helps to lift the mood so that when it drops again, you feel the drop and it has more impact, so instead of you feeling like “ugh they’re STILL sad?” you (hopefully) feel more like hugging then and saying “baby no its okay!”
‘Fireproof charms were ten percent off,’ she mumbled. ‘And I was already getting the invisibility enchantment put on.’
Ka’harja laughed. He felt guilty about taking the things, but he was happy to know that none of it was damaged. Perhaps he could sneak it back into Coff’s caravan when everyone else was busy.
‘Hey, don’t laugh, I saved twenty gold on that enchantment—’
‘—WHAT?’ Ka’harja knew that a fireproof charm wasn’t worth fifty gold— And that Distro must have paid at least three times that much for a ten percent saving to be twenty gold. He quickly tried to calculate it in his head and nearly slapped his mother when he figured it out. ‘You paid two hundred gold for a fireproofing enchantment?’
‘No, I paid one hundred and eighty!’ Distro snapped. ‘You’re forgetting that I saved twenty!’
‘Saving twenty gold on a fireproofing charm should mean you get it for free!’ he retorted. ‘You could have gotten a cheaper one somewhere else—’
‘—And have the enchantment wear off after a week? No thank you!’ Distro snapped back. ‘Lifetime guarantees don’t come from cheap enchanters!’
‘Lifetime guarantees don’t come from cheap enchanters,’ Ka’harja mocked. ‘Great Star, mum, no wonder we’re always broke!’
‘You mean: no wonder we always have things that work properly!’ Distro put her hands on her hips and shook her head. ‘Imagine if I used cheap ingredients for the potions? They’d not be half as good!’
Ka’harja just laughed and walked back to the ashes of his house.
‘Don’t you walk away from me!’ Distro called out, following her son. She nearly ran into Baku as he came out of the pantry. ‘You! Baku, was it? Tell Ka’harja for me— Tell him that it’s better to pay more for something that works, than pay less and have to replace it later!’
Baku looked stunned. ‘I— Ah— Wha— Huh?’
‘She paid two hundred gold for a fireproof enchantment on a canvas sack,’ Ka’harja explained.
‘How much?’ Koko’s voice called from behind the burnt wall and she poked her head out of the pantry. ‘Scara in the High-World, who pays that much for an enchantment that’ll wear off in a month’s time?’
‘Well, I’ve had the enchantment on it for five years, and it hasn’t worn off!’ Distro huffed. ‘And if I was paying ten gold every month for five years, I would have paid … uh … a lot more than two hundred by now!’
Baku shot Koko a look, as if asking her to say something, but Koko just shrugged before retreating back into the room.
Here’s a scene from Ka’harja’s Journey where Ka’harja is too stupid to realise Coff likes him.
Coborn just stared at him like he was an idiot.
‘Oh, I suppose it’d be obvious to you, wouldn’t it?’ Ka’harja rubbed the back of his neck. ‘You’ve known him so long. I imagine … you can tell who it is.’
‘Yes he. … He told me who,’ Coborn replied. She refused to meet Ka’harja’s eye and focused on her cooking instead, pulling out a pile of weird-looking vegetables and packets of herbs that Ka’harja only sort-of recognised as ingredients to a few pick-me-ups he might have made in his own profession.
‘Who?’ Ka’harja asked. ‘Or, I mean. … I guess you can’t really say, huh? None of my business. But I’m curious— It’s not Koko, is it? She’s not really his type, plus the whole Baku thing.’
‘No it’s … not Koko,’ Coborn confirmed, continuing to avoid eye-contact. Then she gave a humoured snort before finally putting down the food and half-looking at Ka’harja. ‘But I’m really curious. … Who do you think it is?’
Ka’harja hesitated. Who did he think it was? It wasn’t Coborn herself— She’d probably not keep it a secret, and how absolutely disgusted she’d seemed when he suggested they’d dated before was pretty telling how the two saw each other. Koko was not it. Maybe it was Annanyn. Did Annanyn seem his type? Maybe. Although … he couldn’t imagine Coff being able to look Sken in the eye if he liked Annanyn. Did he like Sken? Not likely. She was terrifying. And he was timid.
That was all the caravaners.
Was it even one of the caravaners?
He looked at Coborn, who stared back. After a moment of silence he sat on the log beside Coborn and clasp his hands tightly, trying to think.
Maybe it’s not a caravaner, he thought. If it was, would he be so nervous? Or would he just tell them. He’d know them well enough to tell them, wouldn’t he?
So … that left. … Dena, Distro, and Stars.
Dena was old. Like, in her fifties. And she looked old. And she acted old. And she was tired and grumpy and didn’t really talk to anyone much, let alone Coff. …
And his mother was also older. … Not as old as Dena. She was only in her mid-thirties. … But she was still way too old for Coff to be interested. At least, he hoped she was too old for Coff to be interested.
So that left Stars.
Ka’harja could see that. Stars was sweet. And considerate. And she spent a lot of time with Coff. It wasn’t surprising if he had feelings for her.
‘I think. … I think I know,’ Ka’harja muttered.
‘Oh, thank The Goddess,’ Coborn gave a relieved sigh and grinned. ‘It took a while, but you finally see it? It’s so obvious how much he likes—’
‘—I can’t believe he’s into Stars!’ Ka’harja exclaimed.
Centela stole a bunch of stuff as a kid and got caught. One of the things he took was Elli’s diary- but only because his father had taken it first, and Centy didn’t want him reading it.
cw: implied abuse / implied stalking (sort of??)
‘No!’ Centela exclaimed. ‘I only took it so that—’
Elli stared as Centela cut off. Slowly, she prompted him to continue, ‘So that what?’
‘Nobody else would read it.’
Elli sighed out her nose. ‘It was in my room, Centela—’
‘—No it wasn’t!’
‘No?’ Elli asked. ‘Then where was it?’
Centela clamped his mouth shut.
‘Centela,’ Elli said firmly. ‘Give me an answer.’
‘Because I don’t like lying to you!’ Centela replied. ‘And I can’t tell you where I found it. So I’m not going to answer you.’
Elli was quiet for a long moment. Then her ears flicked back and she scowled. ‘Linzor had it, didn’t he?’
Centela covered his mouth and turned away.
‘Don’t worry, I won’t tell him,’ Elli tucked the book under her arm and sighed. She gently turned Centela back so she could kiss him on the cheek. ‘Thanks for keeping it safe.’
‘You look an awful lot like …’ Distro muttered.
‘L-Like what?’ Centela squeaked.
‘Like a yummy little boy!’ she teased, opening her snout wide and snapping it shut right by his arm.
Centela let out a shriek and ran to his mother. He hid behind her, and let out a snarl that he knew sounded cowardly and not at all brave.
Scaychie just gave a weak, tired smile. ‘She was just joking, Centela. She’s not going to eat you.’
‘Then she shouldn’t say it!’ Centela cried. ‘Kaka mia mal sasao! Kaka! Mia! Mal! Sasao!’
Distro let out a hearty laugh and slipped off her throne. ‘A true Har’py at heart, isn’t he? I haven’t heard that saying in a long time. Alright. I won’t make up whispers anymore.’