Snowrose mini bonsai by Haruyoshi

some low-res doodles of my elf cleric Serissa for my friends homebrew campaign ft. Izek because I think they'd (absolutely not) get along <33

Serissa looks small on his shoulder but it's just because they're both huge, she's 7'4''ft (225cm) and Izek is 11'1''(340cm) also please ignore she isn't sitting on anything I did this at 6 AM!!!

Fitch x Serissa doodles I did a little while ago but forgot to post

I need to think of a ship name for them…

Game night! Tyler Jacobson, wraparound cover art for Storm King’s Thunder (Wizards of the Coast, 2016).

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@serxssa location: Rome's Ruins notes: if u don't kill chrysaor with ur innocent character, then ur a little bitch

A cold had whipped in from the Fairy King's Forest, unnatural and cold. The frozen fingers of the spirit stayed firmly wrapped around the handle of his sword. Elijah's bloodied letters next to his corpse, his lover had tried to save him, but his weakened wail was somehow that much stronger. "Let me in." Chrysaor muttered as a lycan lept in his direction but was thrown back by the force of it, his innards splattered across the wall as the deranged banshee wandered listlessly dragging his sword behind him. "Let me in." He said again as a vampire made the mistake of crossing his path, he looked up, soaked in the blood of his boyfriend and so many others: a woman in the distance. In life the banshee had been a faiman who'd hoped to bring about a unity among halfbloodeds, how far Medusa's son had fallen. "Let me in."

Serissa japonica / Snowrose at the Sarah P. Duke Gardens at Duke University in Durham, NC

FINALLY HAVE A CLEAR IMAGE OF MY TAV!!!!!

@serxssa location: What's Cookin' (after hours) notes: hey kid aren't they like the same age

"Serissa, are you sure you're old enough to drink?" Marco joked as he settled in with some wine after yet another successful dinner service. They were booked solid for the next three months, exclusive, refined, and popular - Marco wasn't exactly surprised, but he certainly felt blessed. Things could (hopefully) only go up from here. "How was dinner? Sorry I haven't been around the house as much, but you can still count on me for breakfast."

Serissa

When King Hekaton disappears, Princess Serissa finds herself thruts into power. Unable to find her father and fearing that he might be dead, Serissa can image her political influence evaporating quickly. Several giant lords previously under her father's thumb have abandoned her court and set out to impress the gods in ways that could all but destroy the civilizations of the small folk. Serissa fears warfare among the six giant races as they strive to outdo one another, perhaps in the process reigniting the ancient conflict between giants and dragons. The princess-regent knows that her older sisters envy and despise her, but it has never occurred to her that they were involved in their mother's death or their father's kidnapping. Other than lymrith and her Uncle Uthor, there are few giants Serissa feels she can trust.

Hekaton left behind a piece of regalia called the Korolnor scepter, a magic item that allows its owner to harness the powers of the Wyrmskull throne. In accordance with her father's wishes, Serissa has claimed the scepter and the throne. Even with the throne's magic at her command, she feels adrift. Serissa want s to reach out to the small folk for helping in finding her father, because she knows that despite their size, they are capable of great feats of heroism. But lymrith and Uthor have advised Serissa to steer clear of them. Uthor believes (incorrectly) that an alliance with the small folk would further anger Annam the All-Father, while lymrith wants the giants and the small folk to annihilate one another.

Serissa values the counsel of her advisors, but she has her own mind. She wants to see her faith - and her mother's faith- in the small folk vindicated, so she leaps at any opportunity to use small folk to find her father, who she believes has the power to set things right. She is hoping for a comsic sign to validate her beliefs, but time is not on her side.

Christopher Briney and Suki Waterhouse in Dalíland (2022)

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Snowrose mini bonsai by Sekibokka

i didn't like it very much but i wanted to hop on the trend either way :D

Never posted this bc Im an idiot

Fitch x Serissa using @mentalbreze885 885’s Fitch design 💞

Person: @serxssa Location: Ze Cemetery It's stereotypical but that's kind of his whole thing. The entire Pluto bloodline lent itself very well to the traditional side of vampirism. All of the little creature's he can turn into all could very well wind up there, in the cemetery. It's good practice, he likes to hang around where he could burst into bats at any moment at his own leisure. But aside from that, he likes the atmosphere, the somber kind of quiet. "Are you visiting?" It's playful as he heads down a path another person is following, a woman. But hey, it's also a place to find dinner, a few friends here and there. He recognizes her, she's been around before but they've never quite crossed paths like this before.

where. her house who. @serxssa

It wasn't often that Maddox became friends with those he possessed, in a sense that is. Then again, it wasn't often that he sought out to make friends with much of anyone. He preferred clients over friends, or even associates. Yet, here he was, making himself comfortable in her home while memories of being possessed filtered through his thoughts. "You remember any of that shit that happened?"

Time: Daytime Location: Outide the Dahlia House Characters: @serxssa & @howlinglucas Notes: Exes say hello after the apocalypse

Lucas didn't trust witches. He hated them, hated them more personally than he hated vampires. The fact that Serissa had been trapped among them so long had been one reason Lucas had been so keen to know her, to help her when he'd found the troublesome little nephilim sneaking about. But he had long since learned that her situation was far different than his had been. It didn't change his dislike or his mistrust of any of the witches that she grew up with. However, he learned to trust her instead almost 3 year ago. And if any of the witches would never meet the lycan's grudge against their kind it would be the Dahlia witches because of her.

They'd broken up years back but Lucas figured that the nephilim would remember the way that he'd fling two stones on each sides of her window. With lycan strength, they made it all the way. (He remembered only accidentally breaking her window once.) Lucas than waited for her to come out. "Been a while, Isa." He greeted. There was something solemn and tired in his expression, the grief of losing his mother taking a toll on him after all that had happened. The memories of the rest of the apocalypse had faded away; they would have been spotty in the state he'd been in regardless. So much loss and change had made him wonder what had become of his past. Serissa had been a part of that past.