#ghh

[junipers-insects]

Uh??? Babsies???????

Scarf.f harnesses ..

[the-emo-sanses]

Why is Dust so uncomfortable with people assuming he's gay??? 😭😭

because he is, in denial too. Can't let his gay friends and crew know he likes men too. Phew.. that'd be embarrassing if Killer, who's pansexual, finds out.. Ohhh.. And Nightmare, another bisexual, finding out?? They'd make fun of him for being a boy kisser! /j

[moldbugg]

JIMMER EHHEEHEH :D

This was all an excuse to draw jim and wiz's matching scarf thing- I was gonna make his scarf a pizza but nvm..

[backroomskokichi]

Sorry don't post a lot but here idk

[laine-975]

Hehe have more of idia in that silly little dress

[halotica]

just tased myself for the first time :)

[just-a-drawing-bean]

fellas I just scheduled a bunch of art from over the last few months...... have fun with all that <3

[forel-in-the-river]

first picture Holly just edgy, second edgy and sad

[kermitbread]

some dumb swap au stuff... but on paper (sorry my hand is very shaky when i try to draw traditionally i have not done it in so long. also, forgive my shitty handwriting)

ch 105 made me remember this au exists

[homoeroticjunoincident]

Jreg's tower of centricide

FUUCK THAT GOT ME SO BAD

[completely-normal-girl]

Back in my "can't stay awake for a full day at a time" arc.

[snickety-lemons]

OKAY WOW just throw that at me brain, that's- fine.

Yennskiers of the world, this is for you.

So. You know how in Redanian Intelligence, Yennefer doesn't correct Jaskier when he assumes that the reason she's in hiding is because of her elven heritage? Well... why not?

Jaskier. A man she knows always thinks the better of everyone.

Jaskier, a man she knows that had his heart broken and his hopes and dreams all ripped to shreds by the person he thought the BEST of two years prior to this moment.

A man she knows cares about her, thinks well of her despite their previous minor disharmony and his jealousy.

Hm.

Does she... therefore rather him think better of her than she really deserves, than give him another rude awakening that he might not survive from?

When she first heard his voice, he sounded as alive and as much like himself as he was when they last saw each other. But, when she continued listening? When she saw him in front of her physically? When he spoke to her, saying 'we are better off without the Witcher', and speaking out of such obvious and deep empathy? That's a man who was also - significantly altered. Significantly shattered, so much of the past him gone.

And he's alive, yes, but- is he making it? How would he endure it if anything of the kind ever happened to him again? And how, then, can she tell him the truth and allow herself the brief unburdening of her inner guilt and shame because she's not so innocent so pure so unfairly victimized that his compassion truly belongs to her - if the guilt of hurting him further, would far surpass that? One she also, might not be able to live with.

[polycharismas]

da capo i miss you

[no0t2]

i went to the city and decided to photograph some pigeons. i found a flock of them as there were kids feeding them fries.

among them all there was a pigeon with only one leg, and when i saw it i thought it was going to cry on the spot. i don't know what it is, maybe it's because i love birds so much but when i saw it i was tempted to bring it home. but alas, i have no supplies to care for a pigeon

[laine-975]

[a-cat-in-toffee]

Another little writing snip cause I have inspiration

The water had long turned red, soaking into his clothes as he laid in that bathtub, his chest ripped open by skilled hands, the insides already long devoured. His ribs had been picked clean, a stark white against the almost wine red water.

He knows he's about to die, something he already came to expect but in the few peaceful moments between life in death, where he feels like he could do anything, as if getting up wouldn't shatter everything.

Wight let out a gurgled laugh at that, breaking like he was something fragile, some art piece. He guesses there can he beauty in sacrificing his body to be used as a meal.

Almost holy

Another forced laugh erupted from wights torn throat. He was far from anything holy. His sins were chained to him like a leash, a reminder of what he was and the monster he became.

A small thunk as wight led his head down, sinking more into the water. His facade slipping, no one around to watch as he sputters and gasps for his last breath

One that had left his body long ago when he was nothing more than broken bones among the rocks and the sea. Nothing more than another kid

His body goes slack, his eyes unforced as the darkness covered whatever he could see.

And he would do it again if Kota asked, and he would act like nothing happened when ashe found what remained, telling virion that he was fine.

Because he had to be fine.

im gonna explode you characterize him so perfectly :( yeah :( because he had to be fine :(