#Spring spirit

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Prompt #3

Geralt is the spirit of winter. He brings death and sickness wherever he goes. He understands when the people in towns shun him and cower in fear rather than greeting such a powerful being. He's just kind of... Grown used to the hatred. The fear. Humans don't like him. He is nothing but death. A killer. It's near the end of his time, this year. The seasons will change and he can stop tormenting the poor humans. He doesn't like his job, but it's the only job he can do. The world needs winter. Just like how the world needs spring. But spring just... Isn't coming. Where is the spring spirit? Thus the spirit of winter goes on a journey atop his trusted mare to find the lost spirit of spring, only to come across him captured by idiotic humans and on the edge of life. Winter defeats the villains and brings the spirit of spring back to his own home to watch over him as he heals. When the spirit of spring, Jaskier, comes to, Geralt finds it hard to dislike him. No wonder the humans love spring so much. It's bringer sings nearly all words and soothes with every move he makes. Geralt is sure the spirit of spring could never even grow to like him, let alone love him. This becomes a problem, because Geralt is growing head over heels with Spring's Spirit as he hosts his convalescence.

♡!Optional addons!♡ • Jaskier has always looked up to the spirit of winter, and has just been afraid to introduce himself (perhaps even already having made songs about him)

• Maybe instead of just normal humans, perhaps Jaskier was kidnapped by mages

• Perhaps we could also meet the spirits of autumn and summer. Eskel and Lambert? Yen and Ciri? Triss?

• Geralt is afraid to touch Jaskier in fear of making his flowers and goodness and warmth die (Jaskier wants nothing more than for Geralt to touch him)

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Spring Dawn of the Wolf - my seasonal wolf spirit series continues! Here’s a wolf for spring. Like the others in this series, I used the awesome photos of real wolves provided to the public from the Voyager Wolf Project, which researchers wolves in Minnesota.

My art made in Procreate, image descriptions in alt text.

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The FNAF story of the one you shouldn’t have killed..

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Leave the demon to his demons, rest your soul

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Love of the Divine Tree (2025)

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My piece for the aa spring swap! It's for @betapopish who requested Apollo, Nahyuta and Rayfa going somewhere together, hope you like it!

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This is comic of a scenario that I wrote using the amazing and talented @babyblankyerror Hitman Stan AU

If you want more background on why Stan is with Ford can see here:

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Soak smoke

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A WIP of Manju, the founder of my clan's village!

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Spring Interlude [Yandere Spring Spirit x Reader]

Title: Spring Interlude [Yandere Spring Spirit x Reader]

Synopsis: What's in a name, anyway? Just a moment in the spring.

Word count: 425

notes: yandere, implied kidnapping-kinda-sorta-idk

“Is your name truly Robin?”

Robin–you call him Robin, but is that his name, really?–runs his fingers through the patch of bluebells, and you swear they ring with the lazy movement. His head is currently resting in your lap, fair chestnut hair tickling your thighs through your skirt; a favorite position of his, especially in the afternoon. 

“It’s the name you call me, isn’t it?” He only partially tilts his chin to look back at you, his  full expression shrouded. 

“Yes, but–” you start, finding your mouth feeling sticky, like it did on some other afternoon when he fed you honey by the spoonful. It tasted like flowers. Hard to question things, with a mouth full of honey. “But… what’s your name… really?”

The question you’re asking–the question you want to ask but can’t bring yourself to form, that is–is who are you, what are you, tell me everything, everything, everything.

Because you want to know. Don’t you? 

The truth is not a subject you often broach. It’s too hard to look at, sometimes, even in what has felt like an endless spring. But what Robin (or not-Robin) is, what he isn’t, is something that sits on your shoulders like a burden.

You went with him, that’s true. Half-willingly, with your eyes equally half open. You were taken in by the freshness and freedom, the lightness, the promise of paints and lambs and Robin there through it all.

But that’s not all of him, and it never was, and now–

Now, part of you wants to see things as nakedly as you can. Purely. Truthfully.

Robin shifts, and shakes a few wind-blown leaves from his hair with his fingers, like scratching a dog. When he faces you, kneeling on the ground, you know he’s older than he looks. Far more than twenty, thirty, fourty, and just how old did one live, when it was spring forever?

“Do you want to call me another name?” He asks, turning his head a little. He tucks something behind your ear–one of the bluebells–and moves in to kiss you. As always, he misses what you really want. Or doesn’t miss it, perhaps; sees it and steps away from it and shushes you with a smile or a walk or pointing out a freshly born rabbit tucked away in the grass.

“No,” you say, speaking through his kiss, the taste of flowers and a hint of bitter grass. “I suppose not.”

You let the question blow away with the gentle breeze, perhaps to come around again on another afternoon. 

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Summer Pinecones. Green and growing!

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