I promise I don’t only draw men kissing. I promise, I swear. In the meanwhile, I’m back on The Witcher 2.
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My IoRoche fanarts
1 — AU where Roche died in the battle, but when Iorveth came to his grave Roche continued his life as a ghost
2 — Modern AU
4 — old artwork with Modern X-mas AU
5 — AU with Modern 80th-90th where they both are students, smoking together, sitting on the floor of their dormitory bedroom
7 — red string of fate
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Dark Moon Rising Masterpost
You want Iorveth? You want Vernon Roche? You want them to get together in a trashy urban fantasy romance novel? You want absolute bangers to accompany both the most action packed and the most heart wrenching moments??
SAY NO MORE!!
Indeed, shut your juicy lips and check out these links, taking you to all the books and their chapters.
BOOK 1: Embrace Of The Night (COMPLETED)
chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4 | chapter 5 | chapter 6 | chapter 7 | chapter 8 | chapter 9
EXTRAS:
fanart: [ 💚 ] [ 💚 ] [ 💚 ] [ 💚 ]
Jan Natalis' crocs collection
(Will be updated as the chapters are published so stay tuned!)
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roche and iorveth, sitting in a tree
K - I - N - G - S - L - A - Y - I - N - G
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Breaking into the Tumblr with some new sketches💥
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" It must be so frustrating to you, dh’oine dog, to need an elf's help more than his spilled blood"
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Art by my request by Amriagael (https://twitter.com/amriagael)
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Floral
NOTE: this fic is Pure Undistilled Fluff and happens years into the future when Iorveth and Roche are (re)Tired Old Men
written for @dapandapod, who I'm pretty sure doesn't even ship Rorveth.
Vernon thinks making flower crowns is easy.
He's very wrong.
“Would you like a flower crown?”
“Do you even know how to make a flower crown, Vernon?”
“Well, how hard can it be?”
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He picks some flowers from the stunningly beautiful garden Iorveth is cultivating in the back, (Vernon is surprised every day by each new soft side that he finds in the elf,) sits down on the grass and… Stares at the plants in his hands. How hard can it be? His own words mock him.
“Get a grip, Vernon.” He grouses. “It can’t be that complicated.” He sets to work.
As twilight approaches, he is still sitting on the grass, his ass is cold, and there’s little piles of bent, broken and knotted flower stalks and petals all around. Vernon sighs for the umpteenth time and hides his face in his hands.
Full work @AO3
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I'm crying for them because they're two idiots.
🐿️⚔️🍃
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actually liked this sketch. might even finish it
(reference below)
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