Guys it’s day 19383929378383 without Fictif being finished, I have lost sight in my left nostril and my eye is now deaf. I recommend we ban together, hack into the Fictif app or something, and finish that sh*t ourselves because Dorian is a dogsh*t company ❤️
I suddenly became very aware that I never ever posted this Anisa that I drew in july. It's acrylic on a watercolor card. I've got some more cards, but who shall I draw next... 👀
For @polypolymorph! Now featuring at least 400% more eyestalks.
More Athis/Nyenna/Teldryn AU where Athis is a Dragonborn.
Thank you to @paraparadigm, @changelingsandothernonsense, @thequeenofthewinter and @thana-topsy for your endless support of these shenanigans. Without ya'll, who knows if I'd even have this series to work on? (:
Something Familiar
“But all the magic I have known
I've had to make myself.” ― Shel Silverstein
Teldryn looked up from the book he was reading aloud – Kolb & the Dragon – for perhaps the hundredth time this month. It amused Anisa, even though he half-wondered if she couldn’t by now read it herself. In the place where she had been sat the last he checked, muddy footprints trailed out instead. Two sets. Which meant Anisa and her mudcrab were wandering back and forth between the backyard and her room. He sighed and set the book on the arm of his chair. So much for keeping the nonsense to a minimum.
“Hl’aka?” Teldryn called. There was a burbling of several languages that echoed across the house in response. Then, of course, the chitinous chittering of Cara, always throwing his two Septims in. He stepped gingerly around the mess they’d created and popped into the little room Athis had fashioned for her long ago.
This, too, was in shambles. The mudcrab – half now as tall as his keeper – was wearing the blanket Nyenna had quilted like an overlarge cape as Anisa tossed her things around the room, searching for something Teldryn couldn’t discern. She muttered to Cara in Bosmeris and wandered out; the mudcrab clattered by, nearly knocking Teldryn over. He didn’t seem concerned. He almost never did, these days. The blanket, not at all secured, dragged out through the mess, until it fell off Cara’s carapace, covering the footprints like a poorly placed rug. Teldryn shook his head and sighed again.
If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. He glanced out of the side door. There was a fenced in yard with a small pond Athis had built once Cara had more than tripled in size and could no longer scuttle about in the fish tank. They were safe, making mud pies and generally being children. He caught himself. Cara was a mudcrab, not a child. Or perhaps Anisa believed herself to be a mudcrab, considering the behavior of late. He grinned and started picking up after the two of them, keeping an eye out as he moved through the house following the path of destruction. -> Read the rest on AO3.
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