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The Sea in the Trees - Kit Wright
When the warm wind was flowing In the leaves of the tall ash tree, The old man fell asleep in the park And he dreamed of the sound of the sea.
The branches filled and billowed, The highest mainmast swayed, As long sea-miles of the afternoon His green galleon made…
In the harbour of the shade.
Some OC line art dump👌 I am probably done touching these because art has been stressing me out lately rip
First is my fetchling shadow sorcerer/grave cleric, Vanja Velikova. Her favorite things include decadent imported chocolate, lacey underthings, long walks on a beach in the arms of a big lady, and ritual sacrifices of naysayers and necromancers to the deity known only as Death.
Second is Kit Wright, a Reno-based private eye in a world beginning to recover from an apocalypse who accidentally fell in love with Terra’s most prominent ecoterrorist. Not great for business.
And I tried to seize the day but the day Proved slippery and buttered:
Now I through the matchless, catchless days, Some shiny and some shitty, Keep right on dying with the rest, Of terminal self-pity.
Parts of Kit Wright, Carpe Diem
This Picrew is too cute, I couldn’t help but make more of my gals! This group is all of my current gals from a setting my DM made for the RPG system she wrote called Stranger Still.
Top Left: Poppy Harris, 33, lead forest ranger from the year 2006. Her hobbies include baking, drinking love my chubby wife juice, building boats, gardening with strange druidic magic, dealing with an annoying apprentice, and hunting down weird creatures in the forest that seem hell-bent on killing tourists.
Top Right: Lo Mistrel, 21, fed-up ghost whisperer and muscle witch from the year 2007. She spends her time talking to ghost children at the summer camp she works at, flexing, and pranking Poppy with her fiance. Oh yeah, and she’s the Chosen One or something like that; she has to protect the idiots in town from getting destroyed by weird holes in the sky before she can close them. It really gets in the way of her D&D time.
Bottom Left: Kit Wright, 25, disaster bisexual detective from the year 3002. She has questionable fashion and life choices but she’s trying to get her shit together after escaping a religious cult that cropped up when people starting to recover from a galaxy-wide apocalypse. Too bad trouble keeps knocking at her doorstep.
Bottom Right: Renna Hezal (aka neuralc0re), 22, amnesiac hacker, cyber/ecoterrorist, and science experiment from the year 3200. She’s space punk with a grudge against the corporations that run the galaxy, but recently she found out that one of them is her long lost mother. Her next course of business is breaking into Area 51 (which was decided months before that meme lmao). She also really wants to start a punk band, and she’s being haunted by a weird space ghost. Her life is really weird.
My latest RPG character is a detective in a setting that's a mix of cyberpunk and Fallout vibes, and who is based on an archetype modeled after Jessica Jones
Her name is Kit Wright and she's a disaster gay bordering on the precipice of alcoholism, and runs The Wright Place detective agency that resides underneath a bar called The Wrong Time. The agency as just started to kick off due to a few lucky breaks so business is doing well. But the time line takes place while psionics are illegal still and uh well, she's has psionic abilities that allow her deep insight into people's emotions and that allow her to predict upcoming events. So these abilities are very useful for her job but she has to hide them from everyone
So far her story has involved being a disaster who can read other people's emotions but cannot deal with her own, solving a lot of cases, lying to corporations, unearthing conspiracies, and unknowingly helping the most wanted ecoterrorist on Terra, who is now sleeping on her couch?? Its gonna be an adventure 😂
(In the Craigslands Hotel in Ilkley, Yorkshire, there is a large space called St Bernard's Ballroom. Can it be for dancing dogs?)
Head to head
And paw to paw,
The big St Bernards
Tread the floor.
Round and round
The room they go
In a quickstep that
Is rather slow...
For at huge weights
They tip the scales,
Lolling their tongues
And wagging their tails!
Paw to paw
And snout to snout
St Bernards all
Go stepping out,
And each tells each
As they foot it finely:
'My Great Big Darling,
You dance divinely!'
A Ballroom For St Bernards, by Kit Wright
A poem by Kit Wright
In Memory of a Jeweller
Within the crescent of your jeweller's bench, Nothing, of all the intricate things you made, More beautiful than the shining Necklace of your laughter,
Linking the days. Within the days,
Nothing of any rarer, More precious metal than were you, Loving and strong and brave And capable and true.
Kit Wright
It's Winter, It's Winter -- Kit Wright
It's winter, it's winter, it's wonderful winter, When everyone lounges around in the sun!
It's winter, it's winter, it's wonderful winter, When everyone's brown like a steak overdone!
It's winter, it's winter, it's wonderful winter, It's swimming and surfing and hunting for conkers!
It's winter, it's winter, it's wonderful winter, And I am completely and utterly bonkers!
