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ehay · 28 days
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"You like pain."
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prompt by Thea @ahiveofbeesinatrenchcoat (I shall leave it to you guys to guess what the prompt is)
bonus, because I cannot draw blorbo holding a baguette without making an oui oui baguette joke
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ehay · 1 month
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There is a beautiful one shot fix-it that was written by @clydethistles based on this art - find it here.
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ehay · 1 month
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A beautiful fic from @clydethistles that everyone should read.
New Yennaia oneshot
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ehay · 2 months
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Reading @clydethistles's work where Yennefer is a gardener and Tissaia is a retired pianist warms my heart in 428 different ways, so I draw something based on it.
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ehay · 2 months
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ehay · 2 months
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Something from @troiings' Hades AU and death i think is no parenthesis
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ehay · 2 months
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Something based on @ehay's Centaur!AU
me: just a quick doodle also me, an hour later: this is an equine slash female centaur anatomy study now
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ehay · 3 months
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thanedd
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ehay · 3 months
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the first corpse he found around noon
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ehay · 3 months
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i said i would be focusing on my current WIPs but lol, apparently February is the month of "distract everyone with Greek myths set in Hell." this one features Tissaia as Hades and Yen as Persephone (without the kidnapping).
i haven't touched the beginning but i've never in my life had so many headcanons develop and crawl out of so few paragraphs while actively writing them, so this was fun! what started as "the mages are the gods and use avatars to appear to their followers" became "i bet Tissaia thinks this whole situation is Rita's fault" (spoiler: it is)
anyway here is a little 500 word taste of worldbuilding and snarky tissaia+rita. as a treat. mostly for me.
Tissaia shook off the mantle of Hades like a winter cloak, rolling out her shoulders and tipping her head sideways. Even as she diminished in stature, her neck gave a satisfying pop of releasing tension. When she opened her eyes again, the view was much more familiar.
She hated being six inches taller in her own house, hated the idea that things could look so different from the perspective of someone who stood a head higher. In the mortal realm it was all well and good to present herself as an imposing figure - how imposing depended on her audience, her mood, and the day of the week - but she would always prefer the body she was born into for the day-to-day affairs of her court.
Sinking wearily onto her throne, she rested her forehead in an open palm for a long few moments, eyes closed. She was exhausted, but there was work to do that was far more exhausting yet.
Well. Perhaps she couldn’t rightly call it work, but she was determined to resolve the mystery of the mortal in her house, and she had a very good idea of where to start.
Composing herself, Tissaia lowered both hands to curl her fingers loosely against the arms of her throne. Her blue eyes flashed with fire and lightning and, lifting her head, her voice shook the very foundations of her throne room.
“APHRODITE!”
When the echoes of her voice died away and the room fell silent, she waited for the span of several long breaths. Then, rolling her eyes, she spoke again, this time as if she were addressing someone at the back of the room, her eyes still gleaming with power. “Do not ignore me, you great Olympian slattern; your stench is all over her.”
“My, my. Impatient, melodramatic, and charming as ever. I have work to do too, you know.”
The voice of the woman who strolled into Tissaia’s periphery was dark and rich as loam, her skin like raw umber. She was a little taller than the version of Hades Tissaia wore in her own home, busty, and broad in shoulder and hip. Her lips, glossy and dark, were curled into a smile, and her hair was twisted into locs broader than Tissaia’s thumb and piled high atop her head in an intricate display.
Most gods chose a form and maintained it - sometimes the body they were born into, sometimes a preferred avatar. For some, transitioning was easier than others. Tissaia had always resisted change herself, found the act rather more taxing as a result.
But Aphrodite - Rita - had a face for every occasion and every audience, so many that Tissaia had forgotten what the woman rightly looked like. She supposed it didn’t matter.
The body she presented herself with today was one Tissaia had not seen in a while, but it was as lovely as any Rita had chosen and equally on display: bare arms, dramatic neckline, skirts that were sheer in places and barely opaque enough for modesty in others.
“What is it this time, then?” Tissaia asked as Rita moved to stand in front of her, hands on hips, expression smouldering. “Seducing pretty boys, or starting wars over pretty girls?”
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ehay · 3 months
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"Hear, oh gods, my desperate plea To see my love beside me"
Something based on @troiings' Orpheus backwards turned his sight
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ehay · 3 months
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It takes the better part of two years to lie, cajole, and research her way into the land of the dead. To stand before the throne of a god whose face she does not recognise. To look him in the eye and demand Tissaia be returned to her.
Or, the Orpheus and Eurydice AU that made me cry while writing it. Cutting onions, please bring tissues. Happy femslash febuwhump.
Fandom: The Witcher Characters: Tissaia, Yennefer Ships: Yennaia WC: ~8750 Rated: T for extensive exploration of death and loss Other tags: major character death, canon compliant (derogatory), greek mythos fusion ish?
Read it here. (You will need an ao3 account. If you haven't got one, i'm happy to get you an invite)
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ehay · 3 months
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Something from the Knight and Monarch AU, which I drew as my contribution to the Broads and Broadswords zine last year
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ehay · 3 months
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"The wind flutters the grass around them, the slender stems of the poppies bending in the breeze, the leaves rustling above their heads. Yennefer opens her mouth to speak, and then realises that she's without words."
The final chapter of @galeaspida's And So We Fall Together (The One With The Unicorn) was updated recently and it filled me with such joyous bliss to see them under their apple tree once again, happy at last. Go read it if you haven't!
The lines:
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plus a close up on the bouquet of wildflowers (I took the liberty to draw some wheat, lavender and strawflowers):
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ehay · 3 months
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Sweater weather shenanigans
Plus the lines, before I throw colours it like an excitable squirrel:
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ehay · 4 months
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concertmaster & conductor
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ehay · 4 months
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'How like a winter hath my absence been from thee...'
A warm spring sunrise over English countryside landscape, featuring two lovely ladies out for an early morning stroll.
While @clydethistles Regency-period-Jane-Austen-inspired AU (Austen AU for short) Affections And Adorations did not feature any scene at sunrise, the moment I saw this photo of English countryside my mind was immediately overcome with the need to see Tissaia and Yennefer from Clyde's story over that backdrop. I can use buzzwords like mutual pining and it's about the yearning to describe the story but then it would be undermining for such a lovely work, and undoubtedly one of my favourite fics of all time. I am forever in awe at the research and thoughtfulness Clyde put into crafting it, be it either in form of the details about everyday life from the time period or of the language of the narration and conversation, be it either manifested as the graceful incorporation of Austen-esque storytelling elements and archetypes or as our author's very own endeavour to write a heart-wrenching queer love story realistic for and true to its historical period setting.
The point is: the fic was completed quite recently and you should read it, or catch up with it if you haven't, you definitely should, thank me later.
Bonus: the lines, before I throw colours all over it like an excitable raccoon on crack:
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