#freya tag

[hearthouses]

first kitty spam of 2024!

[star-felled]

freya my lovely buneary oc. she has human designs bc i love her

small little baby who will kill you with the hatred of god. until she eventually likes you so she starts killing OTHER people with the hatred of god

[gemsbian]

some figure drawings with buneary

[bishkebab]

Sent my friend a picture of the cat snuggling with Wynnie and she sent back a picture of her five-year-old sleeping with an unopened box of Mac n Cheese she’s become emotionally attached to I fucking love kids so much. Freya thinks that there are two times of day, “morning time” and “Halloween”. Three-year-old absolute funniest kind of guy who can live in your house

[slimemanagement]

five cats

[saskiavalentineapologist]

please give us some crumbs about a matriach (or archs) of your choice 🤲

adele: loves plants more than people and despite having mind reading abilities she can't turn off, can't interact with people to save her life. habitually erases peoples' memory of her out of embarrassment because she knows she's awkward and can't stop

freya: has gone out into battle in sandals. has a habit of kicking gilt into solid stone walls during training (relax). fought a mechanical dragon in a wifebeater and jeans (and probably sandals). and again: ten feet tall.

octavia: babiest girl. saddest introduction of any character in the series. i would rip worlds asunder for octavia gilkes. she is everything to me. we brought her with us one time and got to show her the ocean and her and gilt played chicken with some other characters we've met.

helena: i like to say helena is "assigned goth culturally" and it's true. the woman probably has a style guide for her children and what they're allowed to wear. the farradays are On Point 100% of the time. her husband is 7 feet tall ex-assassin turned her body guard that fell in love with her and they're MARRIED (i love them)

ethalind: destructive power of a god, contained in one 7 foot tall supermodel-esq woman. she's a hedonist and her favorite activity is having sex. she's the only matriarch besides freya to exercise regularly and that's to be better at having sex.

lorelei: the matriarch i give the least amount of attention too and im sorry sweetie. she can turn into different things and we figured this out when she turned into a fifty foot long cyclops centipede with human arms. she's a hopeless romantic.

saskia: stinky <3

saskia for real: she keeps picking baby daddies out of a catalogue because she has Plans. she has a situationship with her right hand general that has lasted 100 years. if you ever see her sipping out of a wineglass know it's not wine, it's mushroom broth, she's vitamin d deficient because she spends all her time brooding in her northern tantrum castle.

I appreciate you so much buddy

[aqqleshiqqing-archive]

PIPI IS IN UR INBOX

IF THAT DIDNT SEND RIGHT ILL CRY /LH

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RAWEAHYUFHAGHAUHFUAT TOGEPIPI!!!! PIPINO BEBE IN MY BOX ASAWAUHDUSFS MY BABY MWAMMWAMWMAMAM ITS WADDLING AROUND MY BOX <33333333 I LOVE YOUUUUUUU

[cannibalspectacle]

Freya says “Hi tumblr!”

[trueoathbreaker]

one last send off before i blasted them into smithereens

[bishkebab]

My 2-year-old saw this as I was scrolling past and insisted I give her the phone so she could look at the “baby” and 5 minutes later my husband said “why did you send me this?” and I looked over to see that thanks to the function where long pressing on an image gives you the shortcut to text it to recent contacts she had sent him this with the most ominous caption possible

Julie is bundled up for colder weather; ready to sled!

[pinkcrayon]

happy anniversary to this game!! ;v; i played it earlier this year and i absolutely loved it. if you haven't played it please go check it out

[hearthouses]

the cats lately

[angermango]

finally got around to drawing the gang destroying a home depot

[gemsbian]

Freya and the horrors of being mistaken for a 12 year old boy when you are in fact a slightly androgynous adult woman.

Rough comic of her under the cut

for the record, she does end up keeping the Eevee

[eleonorpiteira]

My illustration for the cover of 'A Curse Carved in Bone' by Danielle L. Jensen (sequel for 'A Fate Inked in Blood'), done for Del Rey Books/Penguin Random House.

Out May 13, 2025!

Intended to be a darker fiercer mirror of the first cover, I'm so glad they let me do it the way I imagined it!

[Prints available here]

[thedemonofcat]

Jaskier is cursed into a specter that no one can see or hear except his true love.

The bard seeks out almost everyone he knows, no one can see him. He then decides that he’s going to make the most of his curse. He was going to hang around Geralt.

Sure, last they had seen one another, Geralt shouted at him on a mountain. Jaskier was still a bit angry about that, but he’d rather be ignored by Geralt than anyone else.

Besides, the witcher can’t be bothered by him if he can’t be seen, heard, or felt.

———

It’s happened.

Geralt has finally gone insane.

He’s been hallucinating Jaskier for the past couple days (he knows it’s a hallucination because it walked through objects and doesn’t have a scent).

Maybe it’ll resolve itself if Geralt refuses to acknowledge it.

"What are you doing?" Jaskier demanded. He'd been trapped in this strange, in-between ghostly state for a month, and for the past week, he'd been following Geralt.

A few days ago, Geralt had stumbled upon Jaskier’s lute—some scoundrel had been trying to sell it. After reclaiming it, Geralt had made his way to a secluded field of flowers. Now, Jaskier watched in growing frustration as Geralt began digging a hole.

"Must you bury my lute?" Jaskier asked, exasperated.

Geralt didn’t respond. Instead, he carefully laid stones over the freshly turned earth.

"You’re dead," he muttered at last.

Jaskier froze, realization dawning as he watched Geralt methodically build a cairn.

"My Jaskier," Geralt whispered, voice thick with grief. "My sweet bard... why did you die?"

Jaskier’s chest tightened. "Excuse me, I am *not* dead!" he shouted. He was cursed—trapped—but very much alive.

Geralt clenched his fists. "I promise you, I will find whoever did this," he swore, voice dark with fury. "And I will make them pay for taking you from me."

As Geralt turned to leave, panic surged through Jaskier. "I am NOT dead!" he yelled again, reaching out instinctively—

And his fingers brushed against Geralt’s arm.

Jaskier gasped. So did Geralt.