mainly the latter

Yep there they are. If you're here from Broken Souls hi, I'm sorry, I cried writing the ending. Especially Fracture Point but I think we were all too tired to really process what was going on by that point. To redeem myself I'm offering up my kids? Not actually but have some stupid baby photos of the second generation. They call each other 'bro' and 'sis' even though they have different parents. It's all a family I guess. Adoption.

I'd call this a WIP but it's not it just came out badly. If anyone's ever heard The Bird Song by Florence and The Machine I just listened to that for an hour and drew vent art but instead of looking dismayed Rena just looks  a lil confused or smth I don't even know it's fucking ugly

I can tell I'm in a bad mood because my thoughts come back to what a fucking awful person/sparkledog the Princess is as an entity and when I'm in a good mood I can usually forgive her

WIP. Trying to put Riana somewhere new and giving her some dragon ancestry seemed like a fun idea. No, she doesn't turn into a dragon underwater, but it was supposed to symbolically represent her roots. Or something.

this isn't a WIP because there's no way in hell I'll ever finish it

So as y'all know I have like ten auxiliary stories except for I lied I actually have um... thirty something? I'm not kidding I have hundreds of characters who are either outdated (existed in earlier works of mine that are no longer canon/relevant) and are awaiting revision or exist in really obscure stories that you guys are never going to hear about. There's also all that contest stuff. It becomes unclear at a point what counts as a character- I'm pretty insistent on my characters having "a point" so that unnamed background NPC isn't cutting it. A lot of my characters are also related through auspexism or reincarnation which makes counting everyone even MORE of a pain in the ass. 

Riptide is one of the more fleshed out characters I never talk about. She's a dimension traveller who used to be part of a large Canis colony out at sea (one of those weird breeds other Canis like to pretend don't exist). She was kicked out of her pack, drifted to shore in the middle of a suicide attempt and scraped half her face up on a rock, and after that something snapped in her. She was a rule follower as a child, if only because her position necessitated it to survive, but once she'd hit the bottom nothing held any value for her anymore. She wanders several worlds to engage in various self-destructive behaviors, trying to learn how to feel again. Along the way an accidental tangle with some seraphim exposed her to the Chronaverse's criminal underbelly and got her effectively Banned From Dreamland. However, when the Princess "died" (see: The Cities Have Fallen) and the Half Plague took over the land, she returned to a generally Plague-free area and used the lack of government to smuggle all sorts of contraband into the area. She and her buddies are in league with the Spirits Rising gang, in case you're wondering. Anyways after several incidents leave her near-fatally wounded, she has to sit around the lair and is tasked, for reasons I haven't worked out yet, with guarding some goddamn pups because why not. As you can guess shenanigans ensue

The reason I'm not writing this one is because I never have any idea what the hell is going on but I like this hardened criminal trying to raise these pups in a Morally Wholesome Way while still being a bitter ass

I'm still working on these three. You might recognize them from an art part over the summer from when crippling depression and apathy began to slowly take over my life and free time.

Denny's may not have good food but I think by sheer coincidence they've provided an enlightening glimpse of my psyche. Motherfucker, I'll eat all your crusts.