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dapandapod · 1 year

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Jaskier has a lovely back, Geralt knows. But it is different now. Because he is allowed to watch. This new thing between them, the charged air and the long glances.

How he longs to reach out, to feel warm skin under his hands. Because he thinks, maybe Jaskier wants that too…

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Back dimples were mentioned and then it was over. Was impatient so did light tracing over this reference be shaded.

#geraskier #jaskier the bard #dapanda art #the witcher #jaskier #Geralt is watching #so am I to be honest #hehehe #jaskier art

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destiny-islanders · 9 months

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i am a finalist in the ffxiv NA art contest!!

i think i'd be a good fit for the "Fun" category if you'd like to vote for me ;u;

#art stuff #dapanda doodles #ffxiv

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dapandabanda · 7 years

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Hello, @ollallace! Thanks for the kind words. I’m not sure how helpful my advice will be, but I’ll do my best!

I think one of the easiest ways to simplify an art style is to simplify the shape of whatever it is you’re drawing.

So let’s say I want to draw Prompto (which I often do).

If I’m taking my time with the doodle, I’ll be paying more attention to shaping his face (like his jaw and cheeks), the folds of his clothes, the strands of his hair, etc. My line-art for detailed doodles is thin and sharp because I’m being more precise with my brush strokes.

But if I want to draw a more cartoony Prom (not that my style is anywhere close to realism), my lines are thicker and rounder. Shapes become a lot rounder, too. It’s like generalizing a paragraph into a sentence; you take the most important details and get to the point. It gets easier to do this with time, I think, after you’ve more or less established your art style. There’s still detail here, there’s just not as much. And I tend to exaggerate facial features more in this style. Eyes are bigger, mouths frown more deeply or smile more widely and often hang or twist ways they definitely wouldn’t in real life hahaha

Here’s a side-by-side comparison of my styles even though it’s super tiny thanks to this being a text post:

As for drawing bodies, my quicker doodle style turns limbs into spaghetti noodles. Biceps? Calves? Who needs them! Just slap little curvy cones on that character’s body!

Look at my little frozen noodle boy.

I don’t completely forgo detail in this art style-- I still draw seams and I still get carried away with hair sometimes (especially Sora’s omg there’s no way to dumb that stupid hair down).

Your “quick” art style might take some time to develop and chances are you won’t be happy with it at first, but don’t give up! The more you practice, the more you’ll learn about techniques you like and techniques you don’t! Chances are, in time, you won’t even use my advice because you’ve found a different way that works for you! :)

I hope this made sense, and that it helps. Good luck! :)

#DaPanda Doodles #art stuff

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dapandapod · 1 year

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Now is a good time to ignore everything and just think Them, right?

#geraskier #the witcher #dapanda draws #wait what tag am I using for art agin #dapanda art #dapanda doodles #geralt of rivia #jaskier #Jaskier the bard #geralt x jaskier

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dapandapod · 2 years

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Have some Dandelion and Jaskier from @kueble ’s wonderful fic for @thepassifloradiscord Bards week!! ❤️

#the witcher #bards week #the passiflora discord #kueble #dapanda art #jaskier #jaskier the bard #dandelion #jaskier/Dandelion #fic rec

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dapandapod · 2 years

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Tusks

Written for @lakka-arts and her very cute monster/beast/mutated Geralt!! She also made wonderful art for this little piece!

This is pure floof, just two boys being soft with each other! Thank you Frank for helping me Beta read it, was well needed!

Please enjoy! <3

WARNING: Please know there is a scene in the fic where Geralt cuts off his own tusks/teeth, and there is a description of it, with art. If you wish to skip it, it is marked up with ~before and after, though the art is still in the middle of the text. It doesn't affect the story.

On Ao3

Geralt is not sure if Dandelion knows the significance of what he is about to get.

Dandelion knows about his filing his tusks, he knows about how they grow too large sometimes, biting into his cheeks, just below his eyes.

There are even small scars from when it has happened, and when they are deep in their cups, Dandelion likes to touch them.

Which is also what inspired this gift.

During the winters, Geralt can let his tusks grow freely (as freely as they can) before either cutting them completely or using one of their big grindstones.

After a decade together, and after Geralt's feelings growing beyond what he thought himself capable of, he is finally brave enough to express it.

Been planning it for a while too, with the encouragement of his brothers.

Only Lambert has done this before, confessing under the stars late in the night. He wouldn't tell them who, but he told Geralt how much it would hurt, and how vulnerable he would be.

"Is it really worth it?" Eskel had asked, and Lambert and Geralt both had thought about it for a moment, before deciding yes.

The pair of twin daggers, made of his own tusks, an ancient witcher tradition, given to a loved one.

So late autumn, Geralt stopped filing them. Dandelion had started giving him side glances, and by the time they parted for winter, the tusks had gotten past his nose. Still neither said anything.

Mid winter, it reached his cheekbones, but not until they pricked his skin, did he take action.

~

With the cutting thread around the tusk, the wooden grips in one hand, he measured how far down he would have to cut for it to become a useful blade.

Lambert was right, he was going to be vulnerable for a long time.

It hurt like all seven hells, blood dripping down his lip and chin, and as the first tusk clattered to the floor, he dreaded to start on the next one.

His jaw was throbbing, aching, but there was nothing for it. This was his own decision, his own need to express himself.

The second tusk joined the first, and Geralt felt dizzy with relief.

It had been decades upon decades since his tusks could be covered by his lips. His mouth tasted like iron, a taste all too familiar to him, but it was done.

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The rest of the winter he spent shaping them. Sharpening them. Making a handle out of a deer horn, polishing them and making sheaths for them.

When spring came, he was later than usual to leave the keep.

The final touches to the twin blades, carvings made into the leather of Dandelion’s favorite flowers, it all took him time to finish.

And now, with Dandelion in front of him, after a reprimand of being a lazy, lazy witcher leaving the poor, lonely bard waiting, Geralt finds himself hesitating.

What if he doesn't understand it?

What if he does understand it? What if it is unwanted, if Geralt read too much into the easy touches and affection Dandelion gives him?

"Oh dear witcher mine, what happened to your tusks? Did Eskel knock you around again?" Dandelion coos, snapping Geralt out of his reveries.

Geralt feels terribly self conscious, even worse as the innkeeper is eyeing him with poorly hidden contempt.

"Upstairs?" He asks, leaning into the soft touch of the poet’s hand against his cheek.

"I have a room." Dandelion agrees, and off they go.

Witchers don't get scared. Absolutely not.

But his palms are feeling clammy, his chest is doing that fluttery thing it does when he thinks about Dandelion, even worse now when it is just the two of them after such a long time, and for what he is about to do.

This won't do.

He steels himself, digging through his bags and presenting his gift.

"Geralt." Dandelion breathes, accepting them from Geralt's hand. "What is this?"

"Eskel helped me with the leather carvings. He's got a fine eye for details."

Dandelion unsheathes one of them, gasping as he turns it into the light.

The blade is pale, smooth, the edge sharp enough to cut a paper. The grip is perfectly sized for Dandelion’s hand, the balance impeccable.

"Are these...?" Dandelion looks at him, eyes unreadable.

"For you, yes." Geralt dares.

"Did you cut off your tusks to make me these, Geralt?" Dandelion puts the dagger back into the sheath, thumb tracing the seam along its side.

"I did." His heart is beating hard in his chest.

The look Dandelion is giving him is hard to read, hell, he has never been good at reading people to begin with, but this one is particularly complicated.

For a moment there is only silence.

Geralt flexes his clammy hands, hoping he didn't overstep, hoping that he at the very least will accept them.

"Are you aware of the tradition of gifting blades to your betrothed?" Dandelion asks slowly.

Geralt blinks. He wasn't aware that was a human... human-ish thing too.

"Didn't know human does it too." Geralt ventures. Dandelion just keeps looking at him, that strange look in his eyes making Geralt want to just take three steps closer and hold him.

"Too?" The poet asks.

"If you want to, they can only be knives. Only a gift for a friend."

"And if I don't want that?" Dandelion takes a step closer, just one, and the room around them fades from view, every ounce of his attention on the musician in front of him.

"Twin tusk daggers mean something very important to Witchers, Dandelion." Geralt too takes a step closer, the world shrunken to just the two of them. "Meant to protect one of our own, the one we can't bear to lose. I made them this winter for you, if you will have them."

If you will have me.

"Tell me if I'm reading this wrong." Dandelion all but whispers, taking that last step pressing their lips together.

Geralt's lower lip keeps catching on the edge of the tusk, but it doesn't matter.

All that matters is Dandelion’s arms around him, that he accepted, that he is gripping Geralt's shirt hard enough to almost tear, the possessive little licks that Jaskier bestows upon his lips, his mouth, over his teeth.

"I think you will find I am very hard to get rid of." Dandelion mumbles against Geralt's lips, smiling and brushing their noses together.

"Counting on it."