#penandinkprincess

[7thleveldown]

Incorrect Quotes VI

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

#incorrect tw quotes #incorrect teen wolf quotes #incorrect teen wolf #peter hale #isaac lahey #stiles stilinski #ian bohen #daniel sharman #dylan o'brien #infectiouspiss #penandinkprincess

[cardcatcardboard]

Doodle inspired by @penandinkprincess TLOU fic ‘Frayed’!

I like to imagine that there are certain days where Ellie lays face down on her floor with the weighted blanket cuz sometimes that’s just what you need

Joel learns to not question

#The Last of Us #TLOU #tlou fanart #Ellie Williams #fanart #PenAndInkPrincess #Got bored in class #And this fic was amazing #First TLOU fanart #weighted blanket #Doodle #school doodle

[kamijoxversailles]

@penandinkprincess has given me brain rot, and I couldn't be happier.

I see this, and all I can think of is selkie Jaskier slapping like this until Geralt finally takes the hint and pets his stomach.

#penandinkprincess #selkie jaskier #selkie verse #seal #seal jaskier #jaskier #geralt #geraskier #the Witcher #the witcher fanfiction #Instagram

[emilysibyl]

listen I know the subject matter changes things a bit but all I can think about rn as I struggle to edit and add length to my 6k thesis are the dozens of 6k fics people upload to ao3 everyday with notes like “not beta read my brain just got away from me here you go” and like dang I’m so jealous teach me your ways

#im looking at you #penandinkprincess #how many tlou fics have you posted in the last month??? #you amaze me #irl things #ao3 #ao3 stuff

[snakeoilsalesdepartment]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Jaskier | Dandelion & Lambert, Eskel & Jaskier | Dandelion, Jaskier | Dandelion & Vesemir Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Lambert (The Witcher), Eskel (The Witcher), Vesemir (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic Length: 45-60 Minutes, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Minor Injuries, Soft Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Cuddling & Snuggling, friends I cannot overemphasise how fluffy this is, if netflix will not appreciate my baby I WILL DO IT MYSELF Summary:

Author's Summary: He huffs a frustrated breath that shudders slightly on its way out with his shivering before he turns a corner and finds yet another hallway that looks like every other hallway. As he’s about to slide to the floor and fall back to his tried and true method of shouting for Geralt at the top of his lungs to fix the problem, he catches sight of a flicker of light under a doorway.

Salvation.

(Jaskier’s Kaer Morhen navigational skills are lacking, but his puppy eyes are top notch, which helps even things out.)

I’m REALLY happy with how this turned out :D I love playing with the different voices for the boys. I’m having so much fun podficcing- any recs welcomed!

#podfic #geraskier #twn #the witcher #penandinkprincess #navigation or lack thereof

[thewellofastarael]

alright square up bc we're going to have to come to blows over your honeycrisp slander.

I was a farmers market vendor PROFESSIONAL APPLE INFLUENCER for two years paid minimum wage MUCH MONEY to tell people what apples to buy and I lived off SAMPLED MANY VARIETIES of apples.

Honeycrisp is a headache and a half to farm - growing, harvesting and storing are all harder than normal. And all you get for paying a dollar or two more per pound is the world's most bland apple. It's like whoever cultivated the variety looked at consumers complaining that the delicious-variety apples had bad flavor and were too mealy and went, "no flavor and all crisp, got it". Yeah it's pretty and it's not gonna bite you back but there are plenty of apples like that! Galas, fujis and pink ladies are all plenty crisp with mild flavor without being utterly unmemorable in taste.

I am ready AF to throw down over honeycrisp.

#I don't even like apples anymore because I ate too many of them #I still like apple cider except HC has invaded that realm too! #and idk how you can taste blandness in cider but you can #I can ALWAYS tell when they've put a lot of HC into cider #asks #apples #food #penandinkprincess

[wren-of-the-woods]

4, 6, and 21!

Thank you for asking, Kat!! These were fun <3

4: what flower would you like to be given?

Oh man, that's a hard question! I love being given pretty much any flowers, but I have a soft spot for ones that I see in the wild sometimes. Hmm... a lupine or poppy would be cool! Roses are also good, of course.

6: say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

I'm not sure if this is supposed to be three or six things total, so I guess I'll play it safe and do six?

Non-physical: I'm a good writer, I'm pretty good at identifying birds and trees, and I think I'm generally a kind person.

Physical: my hair looks nice, my eyes are pretty, and I can dance and boulder decently, which I think is pretty cool.

21: if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

I'd tell her that I'll write again, that I'll become more confident in myself, and that things will be all right.

#asks #penandinkprincess #wren talks

[wolves-in-the-world]

[inspired by @eliot-wolfgirl-spencer's selkie eliot post]

Featuring selkie feels, shitty parenting (broad strokes only), and Moreau angst, and stopping before any happy ending, so you'll have to see the linked post for that.

[1.7k, also on Ao3]

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The thing about Eliot is that his isn't a traditional selkie story. His father had a fling with a woman who hid what she was, who had left her family behind and was going it alone. (Selkies aren't all good, either.) She has Eliot, and she loves and looks after him, and she dies unexpectedly while he's still small.

So his father (who has children with someone else already, though she's no longer in the picture) gets his first son. Eliot's barely more than a toddler then, delivered to his doorstep with nothing but the clothes on his back and a soft grey blanket he seems reluctant to let go of, and when Eliot's father gets a hand on it he just thinks: Oh.

He lets Eliot keep it for the comfort, for now. When the kid’s older and less timid and getting seen more by the community he tucks it away in a cupboard so he won’t go drawing attention—it’s not like there’s anywhere good to change around here, anyway—and Eliot sort of… forgets. Not entirely. Not the rough cadence of his mother’s songs, not that there’s a piece of him he has to keep hidden. But he forgets and he’s mostly glad that he gets to. He doesn’t want to be singled out.

And maybe once or twice when the restlessness rises up under his skin, when the town’s so small it’s penning him in and he thinks he might burst from it, he takes the pelt from out of the cupboard and runs out to the lake in the dead of the night. It’s not much of a lake, not remotely pretty, but it’s something that isn’t just forcing himself still until he splits at the seams.

The first time, he doesn’t know what he’s doing. It’s been so long since his mother helped him with this, and he can’t remember where she started. So he’s sweating and he’s getting frustrated and the awkwardness of it is uncomfortably reminiscent of puberty, really, and he has to keep his swearing quiet because he doesn’t want to risk being found, doesn’t know what his father would do.

But once he gets it to a certain point it’s like it… belongs, like it knows what to do when he doesn’t. He should be afraid but he marvels at the change. The water isn’t clean—doesn’t hold him like it should, he knows that in his bones, even if he doesn’t remember what it was like to swim in the sea—but it feels like a taste of freedom.

The sun rising makes him panic, every time. The sealskin's easier to peel off than it is to put on, and he pats it dry once he’s dried and dressed himself, folds it and stows it in his satchel and tries not to feel like it’s a dirty secret.

It is a dirty secret. His father never put it into words, never had to, but Eliot was never meant to use it, never meant to risk anyone else finding out.

He’s managing that much, at least. He kisses Aimee for the first time, learns how to make her smile, gives her a promise ring and means every word of the promises they make each other. It’s easy to confine his restlessness to those strange, guilty nights he slips out alone and banishes from his mind the next day. It’s easy to tell himself he can do this.

It’s easy, until it isn’t.

He meant to leave his sealskin at home. He meant to keep thinking of it as home, even after he leaves, except that his father gets angry. It’s far from the first time they’ve butted heads but it is by far the worst, and Eliot can’t listen well enough to try to fix things over the insistent call of I need to get out I need to I need to, and he slams the door of his room in his father’s face to pack the things he would miss.

He takes the sealskin with him.

Aimee’s family like him enough to put him up until he leaves. He helps with the horses, washes the dishes under the approving eye of Mrs Martin, keeps a little distance from Aimee—she doesn’t want him to leave, either.

But he has to catch her before he goes. She agrees to take the battered old suitcase and keep it somewhere safe—shows him where, even—and she doesn’t press him on what’s inside. He doesn’t think she’ll look inside. They kiss then, and more, and the day after the next he’s gone.

Working for the military doesn’t sate the itch inside him, but he can tell himself it does, for a while. He can tell himself he’s doing good. Then he can tell himself it’s necessary. Then it’s just the only thing he knows how to do. And he misses Aimee, but she’s less happy with him each time he contacts her—she never mentions the sealskin, at least, there’s that—and it’s looking like the life he wanted to have with her is something he left behind without ever really meaning to.

And then she gets married. It’s her dad—Willie—who contacts him, and he’s kind about it, which makes it worse. Eliot swallows his feelings and takes a moment to respond and Willie doesn’t seem bothered by it—awkward, maybe, but that’s to be expected. Eliot gets out the niceties, the congratulations, to equally awkward responses, then stumbles into I left a suitcase with her.

Willie makes the arrangements, and next time Eliot’s on leave he stops by for long enough to collect it and to thank him, and leaves before things can get any worse.

He moves the sealskin around a bit before finding the hiding place he’s happiest with, near the bottom of a stack of blankets at his most secure safehouse. He’s on his first PMC by then. It’s been years since he shifted—not since he became an adult, not since that grimy old lake he would sneak out to at night like visiting a secret boyfriend—and the pelt has become dry, still supple, but less like touching a living thing.

Eliot doesn’t like touching it.

It’s a burden, is the thing. A weakness. An achilles’ heel he can’t afford. He’d have destroyed it, except his research—and there’s precious little research available without talking to actual selkies, but the idea of that made his skin crawl when he considered it—suggested that wouldn’t be safe to do. A part of him, then, just not one he ever has to acknowledge.

He finds Toby. He finds a reprieve from his numbness, a way to put something good into the world, a way to talk to the parts of himself that he thought were closed off forever. He finds his hands covered with more blood than he could ever hope to wash clean.

He flees.

Working for Moreau might be one of the ugliest things he’s ever done, but at least it’s simple. He doesn’t work well without someone else calling the shots, he doesn’t want to begin to examine the breadth and weight of his work so far; he wants to do what he’s good at and let this wild thing out of his chest just long enough, just far enough, to let him rest easy in his skin.

Easier, at least.

He moves his pelt to San Lorenzo: the safest place he knows, the place he arranges the security for. Maybe he knew the risk he was taking, maybe he’s ignoring that part of himself so much that he’s forgotten it, but when he comes back to his room one day and finds Moreau standing over the desk running his fingertips over the fur, Eliot feels a stutter of something like fear in his chest.

Damien’s kind about it. He doesn’t take it from him.

The thing is, Eliot wants it gone. He doesn’t want to have to deal with it. And sometimes when you’re facing the awful thing, the fear of being controlled, the terrible truth that you’re a monster, all you can do is lean into it. Yanking out stitches to let it heal, even if it heals up ugly.

The thing is: just as much as when he was a child, when his father pulled the sealskin from his fingers and told him it had to stay hidden, Eliot’s ashamed of it.

Damien accepts when Eliot offers it to him, and it feels like a blessing. Damien tells him: don’t worry. He tells him: I’ll take good care of it.

Eliot doesn’t miss it when it’s gone.

(He doesn’t see the ways he was led to that decision. He doesn’t see the satisfaction in Damien’s eyes.)

It’s the lightest he’s felt for years, being known, being seen for all he is and accepted for it, and he wonders why he didn’t do this sooner. Damien didn’t flinch from the fur beneath his fingers or the patchy explanations that were all Eliot could give. Damien doesn’t flinch from the things Eliot can do—he finds a purpose for them. Eliot scrubs blood and tissue from under his fingernails and the rough thing inside his ribcage is almost at rest.

So he falters, sometimes. So he tries to be something he’s not, lets people go or kills them too quickly, questions Moreau’s orders. He always returns to here. He always remembers what he’s for.

He doesn’t think about Toby. He doesn’t think about Aimee, who wanted him to stay, who knew him before all this but didn’t know what he was trusting her with. He doesn’t think about his mother who braided his hair when he was small and kept him from sinking under the waves when she was teaching him how to swim.

(He doesn’t let himself think of them often.)

Then one day he goes even further. He didn’t think he could. He didn’t think he would get this moment of terrible clarity again, looking at what he’s done, at what he is, with everything inside him rebelling. Last time he detached from himself, denied feeling anything in an attempt to escape this, and he can feel that starting again. He can feel himself teetering.

Last time, it didn’t work. He realises, in the parts of himself he’s been ignoring for so long, that he doesn’t want to end up here again. He can’t afford to. He can’t survive it.

With his sealskin in Moreau’s hands, running could mean death. But he doesn’t have a choice. If he goes back, Moreau will talk him into staying.

He runs.

Moreau lets him go.

And Eliot leaves a part of himself behind.

#thank u eliot-wolfgirl-spencer for your blessing this was a very happy accident #kinda sorta accidentally gave eliot ocean longing but at least boston and portland apparently have beaches #I tried to research once but it's weird trying to research beaches that you can't visit #picture boston era eliot visiting the beach with the others and being really twitchy and wistful and weird #and portland era eliot just needing the encouragement and privacy to go be a happy seal for a bit and be slightly bad at something for once #(he would get teased a LOT for being bad at being a seal but that just means he needs practice :) oh no what a shame <3) #(at some point they take on a job with selkie clients and eliot has to confront A Whole Lot and it is awful but it is also healing) #(gasp maybe he bonds with a small selkie child) #I HAVE. a lot of feelings about the hair braids headcanon it's a problem #(maybe he BRAIDS the small selkie child's HAIR-) #it's penandinkprincess' recent selkie jaskier fics that reminded me of this possibility if that's up anyone's alley #leverage #eliot spencer #leverage angst #selkie eliot au #leverage fics

[azusashissoggynoodles]

i can't believe i'm fucking crying over a fic in broad daylight in the living room no less.

#tlou #penandinkprincess strikes again #shut up lala

[lakka-arts]

me one (1) netflix!geraskier mistagged as gerlion post away from blacklisting the tag all together

#IM SORRY TO MY FRIENDS AND MUTUALS WHO MAKE NETFLIX GERASKIER ARTWORK #but my standards have evolved past netflix!gerlion like im sorry but reading fics that at LEAST romanticizes somewhat toxic behavior #and me knowing what geralt's characterization COULD have been like in book/game canon #mountain scene fix it writers you are doing absolutely LOVELY job but the energy of it all is just so... im sorry thats not my cup of tea #netflix fucking did him soooooo dirty #i am void to nearly all geraskier content except for my friends and mutuals. and penandinkprincess's writing because who am i kidding #if youre somehow upset by this #i'm sorry for setting my OWN boundaries and cultivating my OWN tastes on tumblr (actually not sorry) #edit: also EMPHASIS on NETFLIX GERASKIER #hexer geraskier youre fine youre doing amazing darling i love you #because hexer geraskier i see as ALSO gerlion too depending on translation #either way hexer geraskier is welcome #BUT NETFLIX GERASKIER- #N!JASKIER is N O T dandelion #these two mfs are VERY different entities #do NOT come at me with that bullshit i will FIGHT you #what are YOUR GROUNDS huh?

[spielzeugkaiser]

How about Shifter!Jaskier making the Rudolph story come true with a shiny red nose? 😂

There we go! There was also a similiar ask by @penandinkprincess about reindeer!Jaskier but I did both of yours less humorous :')

#shapeshifter!jaskier #geraskier #jaskier #geralt of rivia #the witcher #30 minutes christmas prompts #maybe the next one will be funny! #but somehow I am soft about the concept of Ciri and shapeshifter!Jaskier cuddling/caring for each other #it's my own urge to put my face into every animals fur I meet

[bumblepony]

I had a piece commissioned for @penandinkprincess Babyverse with Joel & Tess adopting a 4 year old Ellie after they accidentally smuggled her out of the FEDRA orphanage she was living in. @frnchedvanilla was the artist who created it!

#tlou pen #tlou #ao3 #joel #ellie #tlou fanfiction #they are so damn cute

[wren-of-the-woods]

eeeep! happy birthday!!! :D

Thank you!!! 💖🥰💖

#I appreciate it 💕💕💕 #wren talks #penandinkprincess #this made me smile #asks

[0dde11eth]

Omg omg omg a friend shared this on Facebook and it's exactly what Lambert would do to (adult) selkie jaskier!

@penandinkprincess

#selkie!jaskier #selkie!jask verse #selkie jaskier #lambert #jaskier #jaskier and lambert the chaotic duo

[steeb-stn]

Ok this is heavily influenced by @penandinkprincess’s works (including her latest which is excellent) but i cant stop thinking about like. The fireflies deciding theyve had enough of joel so they drug his food so they can get Ellie alone for their *nefarious* experiments. Ellie freaking out because Joel won’t wake up what the hell is she supposed to do?? She feels on instinct the danger she’s in, feels the need to run but she can’t just leave him here??? So Ellie does a scamper and hides in the many nooks and crannies of the hospital, *hoping* she can come back and collect Joel once he’s more with it

Joel waking up and Marlene’s at his side, going ‘soooo something not so cool happened last night…’ And Joel is so angry bc not only did these fuckers drug him they LOST HIS KID

OR the more hurtful option would be that Marlene doesn’t intervene and they use Joel as collateral to make Ellie do whatever they want, using the intercom to tell her she’s got 5 minutes to reappear before they put a bullet in his head…

#The last of us #joel and ellie #ellie williams #joel miller

[lauronk]

random recs on a friday

here i am with yet another futile attempt at catching up on the gazillion amazing fics in this fandom. taking a writing break for a couple days to reset my brain, so this is a long one. recs under the cut 💗

(this isn't even everything i still have so much reading to do this is a herculean task and you can expect more recs in a couple days probably)

move so quickly (it can't catch me) by @howtotrainyourdoofus - BALLET ELLIE ugh so phenomenal

next of kin by @probssomethingorother - oh my GOD? joel & sarah & sarah's mom prequel that had me IN TEARS

gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit by @flowerpetvls - i am just setting out to hurt myself with these apparently?! oh my god?!

just babes being dudes by @ciaconnaa - ellie & jesse bromance, i die for you

magnetic susceptibility by @penandinkprincess - bye i loved this whole thing so much we all know how i feel about outsider POVs of joel & ellie

he shall provide by @bumblepony - joel taking care of ellie after silver lake, my one true love

midnight in texas by @boopernatural - astronaut ellie and i don't think i'll ever recover jesus FUCK

#random recs on a tuesday #once again using the tuesday tag even though it's friday bc i want all of them in the same place #literally i need everyone to chill #not be so prolific #or write so many words #i wanna devour them all but there's SO MANY #petition to quit my job and life to be a full time fic reader and writer #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #fanfiction recommendations #fanfiction rec list #read all of them #you're welcome