Okay just played the Sigewinne quest and hear me out: mildly more evil Sigewinne AU (cause fuck you fight me she is terrifying) where the only doctor willing to teach a melusine was THE Doctor.
Il Dottore gets accosted by the world's cutest psychopath demanding he teaches her and goes "Oh this is gonna be fucking hilarious".
Cue Dottore's dramatic corvid themed ass striding up to commit the horrors tm while a cutie patootie little melusine skips behind him giggling at everything.
People go from "omg did he kidnaps that girl?!?!" To "dear fucking god she's worse" the second she opens her mouth.
The Harbingers have to go through the mortifying ordeal of anytime they mention their terrifying Doctor, people go "Oh Yes I've heard of Dottore", and they sigh and go no... her and take out a picture of a chubby faced girl with bunny ears.
Her world lore is every horrifying experiment of Dottore's has some adorable little sticker attached.
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Prompt 111
`Jaskier and Geralt are playflirting a lot more than they used to. Geralt allows more touches than normal. They had a heartfelt talk one inebriated night about intimacy and longing for someone to hold.
Clearly, they're ready to move forward from friendship into romance, right? Geralt's finally caught wind of Jaskier's hints and is dropping his own? Geralt gave him a custom ring the other day! They're clearly about to embrace each other and make out wildly and it'll be the best day of Jaskier's life!
Even if Geralt had just grunted when Jaskier confessed, Jaskier would prefer it to Geralt being disgusted and hating him forever.
Jaskier finally plucks up the courage one night to tell Geralt how he feels. Jaskier picks wildflowers and makes a clumsy bouquet, and ties it together along with a handwritten poem about how much Jaskier loves Geralt, and how beautiful he finds him.
He finds Geralt sat by the fire, and Jaskier stares at his back for a moment, before clearing his throat, and softly asking Geralt what Geralt thinks about love.
Geralt speaks of grief, and loss, and pain. About how it's not worth it in the end.
Jaskier is heartbroken but he laughs it off and hides the bouquet deep in his bags. He goes to bed early, and prays that Geralt can't smell his soul-crushing devastation.
Geralt is beginning to panic. Jaskier and him have been flirting, and Jaskier touches him more and for longer, and That One Talk they had that night.
But everyone to ever love Geralt has died. Quite horribly. Sometimes by his own hand. He can't love Jaskier, for it'll end with his bard's beautiful lively blue eyes unseeing as he lays dead on the ground.
He has nightmares about it for four nights straight.
One night, he's poking around at the fire at camp when Jaskier from behind him asks him what he thinks of love. He gives his honest answer. Loving Geralt just isn't worth it. It always ends with pain and heartache.
A few nights later, Jaskier asks Geralt to grab him something from Jaskier's bag. It's nothing. It's simple and unassuming. And yet while Geralt rummages through the bags, he accidentally stumbles across a crumpled little withering bouquet of flowers, complete with a beautiful poem about loving... Him.
Jaskier wrote a poem about loving Geralt? Were the flowers for Geralt? Why is it in Jaskier's bag? Did Jaskier lose his nerve? Did Jaskier think better of it? Or was-
FUCK.
The night at the campfire!
Shit, he always does this- This is precisely why he didn't want them to fall in love in the first place! Jaskier would get hurt.
But it's too late to stop them falling now, he supposes...
He'll think more about the repercussions about it all later. First thing's first, Geralt has to make a bouquet and try his hand at writing.
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1 year since I resurrected the blog!
I don’t typically commit to passion projects for this long, but best believe, this was one of my favourite decisions I’ve made in such a long time.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t born out of a loving space — but to cry for help.
Circumstances have really tried to destroy the one thing that was consistently within me — tech and the internet. I had to take back my power, honour my younger self, and this just felt natural.
In the past year, I lost so much of my everyday foundation - both figuratively and literally. Most weeks I was going through some insane shit but ever since, this blog has always been my North Star.
So thank you all so much for interacting and enjoying my shared love. I feel like I’m part of a community, and belonging is something I always struggle with. I also never thought I’d be able to post edits of myself, and just being me, not some watered-down trying to fit a mold typa shit. Thanks for bearing with it, it gave me so much confidence that I never had. I’m encouraging you too to wear old tech as fashion!!
Special shout out to my new internet friends, you know who you are.
...and somehow, writing this on a Friday night during summer just makes so much sense.
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i got top surgery yippie!! fhdksjfhsfd...
words can't desrcibe how i feel fdhjfsd been waiting for this for a long time and things finally lined up. I'm super groggy rn and just gonna take it easy but it's exciting to finally be able to share (I drew this a few days before to shake off some nerves hehe)
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Your obsessions read as hyper fixations. You seem very autistic/pos. Are you autistic?
this is so funny to read omg. uh. i've been told its ~probablyyy ~likely ?? But i don't want to seek a diagnosis so we'll never know
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