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flags for calment, cerith, and cruient, all of which are parent terms for dardowffin, actaligo, and nauticaean respectively.
terms/flags by us. tagging @radiomogai and @dimensen.
Far from my best work but needed to make a quick Christmas PFP.
I call it Carol of the Shells.
^Y'all after I made that joke.
Two drawings of the fantrolls in mine and @kelebriel 's fantroll rp server, The Alternian Dream! Amajne and Llawar talking barter, and Cerith and Sovrie spending quality time together!
Cerith is the Spymaster under King Ozel of the Bregopel kingdom. He's worked with Prince Ario for about a decade, growing ever curious about the workaholic prince.
Cerith is the romance option for Ario! He's been ruminating in my head for a few months. Wasn't until recently that I could finally picture what this lad looked like!
Last minute Mermay contributions! Sorry for going quiet for so long, had to get a bunch of stuff done to post all at once. But yes, more Cerith! Plus reposting an older drawing along with them. I should probably draw up a reference of her later to be honest, but for now, I hope you enjoy!
I only just now realized I forgot to post my PFP on here!
This is Cerith, she’s my mermaidsona, initially drawn up as a concept for a sort of b-movie review show where movies about monsters are watched by a monster and she gives her two cents. This is actually how she gets most of her info about the surface world and she doesn’t really get humans so she’s somewhere between naive and constantly confused regarding them, but just a little bit mistrusting given these movies ended up in her home to begin with because people kept dumping the “now pointless” DVDs and VHS tapes in the bay and making everything a mess (don’t litter, kids!). She also has a pet miniature orca calf named Pearl who is basically a cat (as in Pearl owns Cerith and not the other way around) and she dotes on her a lot. I rambled on a lot about her backstory even though now it’s likely I won’t ever actually do a monster movie review series but who knows? XD She’s still very fun to draw though and I hope you guys like her design, too. Hope you enjoy, thank you, and have a great day!
Cerith had expected the door to make noise when he opened it. But it neither creaked nor groaned as it swung backwards on sturdy hinges into the gloom which lay beyond it. It glided remarkably smoothly for its apparently hefty weight, propelled only by the single, firm shove he had given it after unlatching the device holding it closed.
He watched apprehensively as the yawning darkness grew steadily until the door reached the end of its arc and thudded softly into the stop on the inside wall.
More than a little sheepishly, he managed to tear his eyes away from that black expanse to glance at the sign marking the threshold. Though he blinked at it slowly, the text on had not changed; it still read 'OPEN'. Was that a declaration of condition, or a direction? He couldn't help the question from springing into his head, though he already knew it was irrelevant; the answer may as well be both.
He drew in and released a steadying, refocusing breath. Then he turned and cast a last look about the street around him, which was already brightly lit by the midmorning sun, in contrast to the dark interior he was about to enter. The street was alive with the bustle of stall-tenders and errand-goers. Thankfully, today none of them were paying him any mind; the day of moderate rest he'd spent with Zuzka must have dissipated most of his previous ozone-like aetheric odor and rendered him inconspicuous enough to escape notice during this busier time of day. Before that could change, he turned back to face the darkened threshold. He paused for just one more breath, one hand unconsciously drifting up to rest on the jewel on his belt, and then he walked through the door.