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fcheez · 6 months
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my first dtiys! / @noritaro
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campwillowpeak · 6 months
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As of today Bone and I are now parents :)
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major-victory · 1 year
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Just did some math for our comic today... based on current details, if we publish 1 chapter a month every month starting in 2024, then Bite Your Tongue will release its final chapter in 2036, 12 years later
That isn't accounting for us taking a month off here and there, either.
12 years, huh...
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scaralvr · 1 year
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if it isn't much i'd love an anon that sends me super cute picrew links because i'm asking very nicely and i'd cherish you forever (o´▽`o)
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i just realised i made a google note named "jini beloved" in which I've written all the things you're interested in....
ASFGJJKBFDGHJ 😭😭😭😭😭😭
I'M SCREAMING THATS SO SWEEEEEEET
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I swear I won't rickroll u for a week now
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fairiefighter · 1 month
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I wish you could edit tags after putting it in. Like a typo you made or having misused a word.
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fceriestcrdst · 2 years
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my day six fic is formatteedd
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glowingsand · 8 months
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i let my friend borrow my copy of howls moving castle and now i’m experiencing epic withdrawal symptoms T-T
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iamthejinyouarethejin · 7 months
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♡ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐳 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐜 𝐦𝐨𝐢 ♡ - "ˢᵗᵃʸ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵐᵉ"
✧˖°.⁺‧˚ ♡ ˚‧⁺ ✧˖°. author's note: i had a random late night inspiration, maybe it'll happen somewhere in the future. who knows? ✧˖°.⁺‧˚ ♡ ˚‧⁺ ✧˖°.
。゚゚・。・゚゚。 ゚。 feelings are so weird  ゚・。・゚
especially mine. so enjoy. :)
‎♡‧₊˚ i wuv you
。゚゚。゚゚。゚゚。゚゚。゚゚。゚゚。゚゚。゚゚。゚゚。゚゚。゚゚。゚゚。゚゚。゚゚。゚゚。゚゚
i felt something was off. as i held him close to me, the glass wasn't half empty to me anymore, it was overflowing. our breaths were rhythmic and in sync. i didn't want to leave.
he slept like a baby. his soft snores, his face, squished into my chest. he looked so perfect pressed into me.
'i can't disturb him', i convinced myself. just go back to sleep, and everything will be fine.
he grumbled to himself. was he still half awake? it didn't seem like it. instead, it seemed as if he was unknowingly trying to get me not to go. who could leave a face like that behind, because they "felt like they were too happy "? no one. i sure didn't want to be the first.
he opened his mouth and slapped his lips together, tightening his arms' grip around my waist.
"you're not asleep, are you?" no response. i slowly pulled his arms off of me in an attempt to slide out the bed - with as little noise as possible.
"goodnight, my love." i placed a kiss on his forehead and smiled. i didn't want to depart from him just yet. he looked so precious and tiny. or maybe he looked like an ordinary person, and i was just madly in love.
i took hold of my things and unlocked the door of his window. i dreaded going back home. i longed to be in my own bed, but by the time i got there, i'd be craving the soft atmosphere of the pink LED lights in his room and the smell of old comic books and cologne.
stop it. i shook of the thoughts and prepared to make my way out of the small window and back into the cold. i stuck my leg through, wincing at the feeling of the icy breeze on my toes.
dammit. i'd left my shoes in the hallway.
"where are you going?
dammit dammit dammit.
my head snapped back as i met his eyes. his big, beautiful, sleepy eyes.
"home."
his gaze intensified as he shuffled from under the covers.
"but can't this be your home tonight? well... i'm here." he peeped, hastily making his way out of bed.
"no, no, go back to sleep."
"no. i'm going with you."
"no," i whispered. i pulled myself back through the window and shook my head.
"you need the rest, and you have no shoes."
"forget the shoes - you need the rest more than i do."
"i think i'd get more of it if you were with me."
"i-"
i paused and looked at my feet. my socks were thin, and if i went into the hallway i'd wake his dogs who, quite literally, would go ballistic, alerting every person in his house that i was there.
'hey," he whispered. "restez avec moi." i averted his gaze as he grinned and raised a brow. "please, my love?"
i sighed and bit the inside of my cheek. this could possibly be a horrible idea with even worse outcomes or... it could be fine.
"should i?"
he giggled and nodded, patting the empty space beside him.
"you absolutely should."
my body forced me back into his bed, except this time, i was okay with it. happiness should be normal. i was going to make it normal for both of us.
"restez avec moi. my poem."
"hm?"
"you remember it?"
"of course," he smiled. "now go to sleep."
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t34-mt · 1 year
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Your characters your species and their world and lore and everything is so extremely interesting i get excited everytime u post something new about it and your art is also so unique and beautiful
THANK YOU for being interested in my silly stuff it means the world to me!!
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campwillowpeak · 2 years
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Bruh how good is Harper at hairstyles because if I bunk with him homie better help braid my hair because it's long as shit and I need help and there is no way I'm going out IN THE WOODS with lose hair I ain't Eve anf in return I'll give him a blow job or something I honestly don't care
He's pretty handy with em! He would braid his nonna's hair when he was younger and she was more spry, she used to have super long hair.
And don't worry, he'll just have you warm his cock with your mouth while he does it
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skylovesducks · 2 years
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„Is that what you want?”
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Art by @/nimozie2
I LOVE THEM SO MUCH OMFG
I swear, skys heart was pounding wildly at their first kiss! (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)
Sky had absolutely overdone it on the day with her curiosity that ghost was perhaps already somewhat triggered. (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)
And suddenly Ghost was standing very close to her. So close that sky could smell his perfume. Could feel his warmth. Her heart beat wildly.
And then he said in a rough voice, „Is that what you want?"
And then he kissed her.
AND I WAS SO OMFG DKSLSJDLSSLSB
I will never forget this ٩(♡ε♡)۶
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crispyjenkins · 3 months
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geraskefer "crispy has lost control of their life again" celebration sneak peek
this fic is really really heavy, in ways none of my other works are, so please read the following warnings closely even though i don't actually talk about any of those heavy things in this excerpt this is, however, a story that's very near and dear to me and i really love the world building i've done with it so far, and am actually almost done writing it but it's over 40,000 words and just wanna talk about it 😭
inspired by of music and motion and love (and it’s companion piece) by writethroughthenight on ao3.
warnings/tags: implied/referenced/off-screen sexual assault, canon-typical violence (non-sexual tho), stregobor-typical human experimentation, implied and canon-typical fantastical racism, implied/referenced torture (like it’s not really torture but it’s not NOT torture y'feel?), jaskier whump, no post-mountain geralt vilification, poly-heavy like this is very much a poly fic, minor mind/body control but no outright possession, good valdo marx, jaskier is the sandpiper, angsty but very much with a HAPPY ENDING
 She sighs and lets him kiss his cheek before ushering their strange little party out the door and down a servants’ passageway to the stables. To his relief, it’s just their means of escape, and they don’t actually have to deal with smuggling a horse or two; despite knowing she’ll be back the next time Geralt buys a chestnut mare, Jaskier still mourns whatever current Roach Geralt had to have left behind somewhere between Cintra and Temeria. 
  Also in their favour is the fact that everyone here is quite used to sneaking and hiding for their lives, so it’s quick work to move through Wyzima’s dark streets towards Dandelion. Any time Jaskier has to do something Geralt or Yennefer don’t expect (paying off a watchman here, steering them around patrols there, and even whistling a short code to one of the side business’ other Birds to allow them through a locked gate to cut through someone’s garden), Jaskier feels their curious and considering stares at his back, Yennefer’s with grudging admiration, and Geralt’s with slightly-accusatory guilt. 
  Whatever, Jaskier doesn’t owe Geralt anything, least of all an explanation for his unexplainable skills.
  Luckily, he only has to kill one person during the trek, one of Foltest’s soldiers that recognises Geralt as they pass, and Jaskier doesn’t have time to hesitate, flicking a terribly-thin throwing dagger from his left sleeve with enough force to stick it through the soldier’s throat to the hilt. After he retrieves his dagger, Geralt is back to not looking at him at all.
  They reach Dandelion in just over an hour thanks to shortcuts and an old smuggling tunnel, arriving at a small two-storey cottage in a relatively nice area of the city, with no distinguishing features except a single paper Dandelion in a vase in the curtained front window. Jaskier leads them around to the back (the front doors of all the safehouses are sealed and barred, with magic and wooden slats both), and uses a small burst of his own magic to unlock the door to the cellar.
  He makes sure everyone enters ahead of him, closing and relocking everything with the same touch of chaos that has Yennefer’s nose twitching, then ushers Destiny’s Trio up into the cottage properly.
  It’s sparsely decorated, it’s not exactly meant to house anyone for more than a night at most, but the warm wood furniture and whitewashed walls are actually quite cozy, if Jaskier says so himself. Amused, he watches understanding dawn on everyone’s faces when they see the collection of paper dandelions tied together on the kitchen table.
  Yennefer turns to Jaskier. “Dandelion is the safehouse?”
  “Of course, my dear witch!” Flouncing into the kitchen, he quickly —though not quite painlessly— unslings his satchel to drop it onto the table next to the dandelions. “So are Buttercup, and Chamomile, though in your defense Poppy is very much a person.”
  “Jaskier.”
  He winces, taking a deep breath before finally meeting Geralt’s golden eyes for the first time since he’d burst into Triss’ infirmary. Do Cirilla and Yennefer realise just how much emotion their stoic witcher is showing right then? Pain in the clench of his jaw, confusion and the fear of that confusion held in the tension of his shoulders, worry in the lines of his pursed lips?
  Fuck, this is why Jaskier never wanted to see Geralt again, because he remembers when Geralt used to look at him with that much emotion all the time, back before Yennefer fucked her way into both their lives, back before Geralt had lost them both.
  “Geralt,” he murmurs tiredly, sagging to lean on the back of the chair.  “Why do you have multiple safehouses?” The ‘Why do you need multiple safehouses?’ goes unsaid.
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catria-whitewing · 7 months
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dayabot · 2 years
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it’s about THIS its about THE split second raise of dayas index finger to luxs lips thats what it’s all about
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wednesdaytonight · 8 months
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im an ascended sex pet like ganymede style for the demiurges and theyre soooo soft with me like im surprised by their gentleness and then gog-agog FINALLY gets a chance to have a turn and is like theyre only being nice to you to show each other up, i know incubus wants to fuck between your rib bones but guess who gets to do it first >:3c and its a full organ rupture worm made cocks all holes covered multiple times by multiforms where she then sprawls out into my ruptured organs worm style and eats me clean from the inside out maggot mealing me to the bones and then to the marrow <3
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