#cember

OK, I have a new poly ship

Idk what name of this ship, but I think it's must be....Cembfia? Like, Cember (Cedric x Amber), Cedfia (Cedric x Sofia) and Amfia (Amber x Sofia) I think so

hi there! i absolutely love your blog my dude! also fucking nancy has to be one of my favorites so i wanted to draw her with her starfish friend. I’m sorry if its really sketchy, I’m very BAD at clean lines. i really hope you like it! (also heck i just realized i forgot her earrings)

SHE’S SO CUTE AAAh I’M SORRY FOR NOT POSTING THIS FOR A HUNDRED YEARS ヽ(；▽；)ノ

Please don’t apologize for your badass lively lines! They have a great flow, are very fun to look at and fit perfectly to the bubbly underwater theme ✧⁺⸜(●′▾‵●)⸝⁺✧ And I love how you made her eyes so big and shiny! She could be a sassy teenage Powerpuff girl! Your tail design is super cool and I really like how her hair is all soft and curvy and her tail is sharp and spunky ( ᐛ ) What a cool and fun way to draw her! She’s so cute!

Vendave Locations: Cember

Port city, wind off the water, not the glorious seaside town, birthplace of Isthe.

Located in the south of Vendave Kingdom, Cember is barely a speck on the map. Not one of the merchant ports and not ideally located for anything other than building ships and bracing the constant winds, it is a haven for fishermen and pirates alike. The townspeople are brusque and crude in humor, quick to throw punches and slow to trust, and everywhere is the sense of slow decay and a crust of salt.

The town of Cember didn’t have much to boast about for a coastal port, especially after nine months' travel to reach it. Its rows of stone houses tilted to one side from the constant wind off the water, and even the inhabitants seemed to lean hunched to the west. Early autumn rain pounded the docks, ships and smaller fishing boats creaking on the gray water. Seabirds perched in jagged lines on the slanted rooftops, feathers fluffed and dripping. They called to one another dejectedly, only a few snaps of beaks and flaps of wings disturbing the sodden company.

“T’ke, why are we here?” Medvetis pushed back his hood as he walked his stallion into the only stable in town.

“You wanted to come to the coast,” Tke pointed out, unloading the drenched saddlebags.

“You led us here,” he snapped, shaking his wet hair from his face. “What is this hovel, anyway?”

“They call it Cember.” He bowed his head as they stepped outside again, plodding up the street towards the sloping roof of the Broken Bow Inn.