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velen-abera · 2 months
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My oc!
She's an ice mage of the Wild Hunt (from Witcher 3), but she kinda... deserted? She's not sure how this happend but she got left behind and found herself learning about the world from diffrent perspective. She didn't want to return to the Hunt when they came for her, so she got the title of a deserter.
(She also... doesn't have a name. Whoops, my fault. If somebody have an idea, pls comment if you wanna)
She's cold and hard, comes across as emotionless, but under all that exterior she is very loyal (wich gave her problems with severing the ties with the Wild Hunt) and kind (... in her own way)
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gomzdrawfr · 22 days
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very artist way to cope with hunger: craving something? draw it
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slimylayne · 2 years
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african wild dog 😎
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ghouljams · 9 months
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Now I got angst on my mind because if Liebling and Witch stay human instead of becoming fae than that means they die a lot easier and a lot quicker than Fae do. I can’t imagine that would go very well with their partners.
The nice thing about their partners taking them to the fae wild is that the human darlings won't die. Time passes weird in the wild, so years might pass in the human world while only a few days pass in the fae world. The wild will slowly seep into them and eventually they'll be fae, but during that time they'll be safe from aging at least.
However letting the boys go feral is too good to pass up. So here's König in the wake of Liebling's death:
You die just like you were always so scared of. The vicious hands of an unfamiliar fae, the warm spray of blood. König had given you too little to fear, you'd wandered too far from his influence, it was his fault this happened. His fault for bringing you here.
Your killer tears like wet tissue under his claws, his spines vibrating with anger and hurt as he coats his face in blood. He has no need to hold onto humanity, not pretense for pretending anymore. He was hardly domesticated to start with. His chest heaves in the heady scent of viscera, instinct urging him for more, more, more. Anything to quench this unbearable thirst for violence.
The hunt seems to quake in the very air around him as König stalks through the forest. His claws gouging the wet earth, tail dragging fallen leaves and smaller fae under his feet. The low predatory clicking in his throat as he breaks through tree branches is the only warning the Court receives. The king has returned.
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darksaiyangoku · 4 months
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RWBY Winter Tales
Ghostly Winds
For @chaoslordjoe
Jaune and Yang smiled as they watched Tristan and Lionel shape their snowmen. While most children would make simple snowpeople with sticks for arms, stones for eyes and a carrot nose, Tristan and Lionel decided to go all out and make snow sculptures. Tristan's was a knight wielding a sword in both hands, while Lionel's was a puppy with a bone in its mouth. Jaune chuckled as he picked up the younger of the two.
Jaune: Seems like we have ourselves two artisans in the making.
Lionel: *chuckles* You know it! I already have a name for this dog right here.
Jaune: Oh? What is it?
Lionel: Gelert! Just like in the story of the Loyal Dog.
Jaune: Awwww, that's really sweet! I'm sure Gelert would appreciate the tribute.
Yang: What about you, little man? Who's this handsome fellow supposed to be?
Tristan: That's me. Some day, I wanna be a great knight! Just like the ones in Vale!
Yang: *nods head* Very nice! Saving kingdoms, swinging swords and riding off in stylish armour.
Tristan: You know it! But if that doesn't work, I can always be like you and Jaune. A Witcher for hire.
Yang: ...you want to be a Witcher?
Tristan: Eh, maybe. But only if I can't be a knight.
Yang: I see... oh... *frowns*
Tristan: Hm? Are you okay?
Yang: ...you know, I think it's about time you went off to bed! *smiles nervously*
Lionel: Aw what?
Tristan: But it's not even dark yet.
Jaune: Boys, listen to your mother. Night falls faster in winter. Come on now, scoot.
Jaune and Yang hurried back inside and tucked in their children to bed. In the living room, Yang cast Igni on the candles and warmed her hands. She had a saddened look on her face.
Jaune: *places blanket over her* Is everything alright? You seem tense.
Yang: *sighs* Of course I'm tense. Tristan wants to be a Witcher.
Jaune: *raises eyebrow* That's what got you worried? Come on, he's a kid. They're always saying silly things like that.
Yang: But what if he's serious about this? Ever since we took him in after his father died, he's always looked up to us. He sees as heroes, even after some of the terrible things we've done.
Jaune: Isn't that a good thing? He doesn't see us as monsters.
Yang: I know, but our life as Witchers isn't what I want for him. It's filled with pain, blood, hatred. *carresses his cheek* We're a family now and I don't want him to face the kind of dangers we did.
Jaune: *holds Yang* He won't, don't worry. Look, I know you love him, Lionel too, but I think you're letting this get to your head a little. Kids change their mind all the time. Remember when Lionel was adamant about hating turnips. One bite of your roast changed that and now he begs for more every day.
Yang: *chuckles* Yeah, you're probably right. I guess I just didn't realise how hard being a mom would be. *turns to Jaune and kisses him* Thank you, sweetheart.
Jaune: Always. Now can I get some of that blanket? It's freezing.
Yang: *laughs and opens the blanket* Get in here.
Jaune sat on Yang's lap as she draped the blanket over both of them. Outside, the snow started fall heavier and the wind picked up. The sound of hooves thundered the ground as a group of knights in jet black armour raced across the landscape. They screeched and howled, their eyes glowing red as hot flames. Any who came into contact with them would never see their old life, their souls now belonging to the riders. Many nations and kingdoms across Remnant feared them, for they were wraiths that brought the omen of war. They were the Wild Hunt... and they were sending a message.
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alanide-art · 1 month
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MHW sketchdump feat. some friends' OCs
(Tyrann becomes an Ecologist at some point!)
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rakiah · 1 year
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I gotta know, what would happen if we feed the little meow meows after midnight.
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Be sure your door is strongly locked.
(Borrowing @ohhicas ratboy this time)
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onedivinemisfit · 1 month
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Queen Ciri and her son at the court of Tir ná Lía
In keeping with the bird theme, the son’s symbol is a raven (of house Raven and all that) 🐦‍⬛
Also yes Ciri is wearing jewelry in the shape of elven ears to better please her court of xenophobes
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tigerlyla-of-metinna · 4 months
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Before and After
Final B and A photo edits of 2023
Photos from my PS4 gameplay and from great friends I met along the way. Thank you for helping me with your raw shots, tools, and advice.
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aesfocus · 6 months
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Is it a mischief of distorted fate?
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neskastree · 10 days
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Féerie and Ksenya, not so calm when she was young
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m-lter · 2 years
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Kerry and V’s first Halloween together
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bubblyernie · 7 months
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Made myself a witchersona after picking up the witcher for the first time in months and immediately adding 50+ hours to my playtime oops, school of the cat bc im a cat girl nya
art tag // commission info
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placeholderforwinter · 9 months
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One of the rare times I'm proud enough to show my art outside of Discord so here we go I hope someone likes this
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ghouljams · 9 months
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when that old God tag popped up, as soon as I read it, I imagined König in his fae form slumped over eating things out of the fridge looking up like "what??". just big fluffy boi pretending his ass is not in fact king of the wild hunt eating out of his gfs fridge because there's taquitos and fruit in there
Exactly. König is doing his best show of not being as big and powerful as he is. Eating lo mein from the takeout box at 3am, hunched to reach the leftovers further back in the fridge. Liebling stares at him from the bedroom door in disgust and disbelief. König is king of the wild hunt?? Yeah, no. The only thing he's king of is drinking the last lemon soda.
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sinfulpetgirlrd · 8 months
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Fandom: The Witcher Rating: Explicit Chapter Warnings: Holy shit this is a tame chapter! Really only warnings are mental breakdown and blood drinking Chapters: 22/?
As Petal slowly emerged from her deep slumber, she was plagued by a throbbing headache that felt like a group of wild elephants stampeding in her skull. She licked her dry, cracked lips, trying to rid herself of the sour taste of old blood, but her tongue felt thick, making it difficult to swallow and breathe comfortably. In a bid to alleviate her frustration, she tried to rub her face, but her body was weighed down by a crippling exhaustion that made every movement feel like a herculean task. She might as well have just regenerated from a pile of ash, so profound was her fatigue.
Groaning softly, she just lay there for a few moments, enjoying the coolness of the sheets against her oddly warm skin. Keeping her eyes closed, she scented the room, taking deep breath after deep breath as she allowed her body the time it needed to fully wake up. As she breathed, her top lip pulled back to make drawing in the different scents easier. In doing so, she noticed that her teeth felt different, sharper, like there were more fangs than just two…but, chalking it up to the fact that she felt horrid overall, she brushed the sensation aside before picking through the fragrances in the air. The space around her smelled stale, musty even, like someone had left a window open for months on end, letting the rain and snow seep into the woodwork. It was off-putting, but under it, buried deep below the metallic stench that always clung to vampires, was a smell she couldn’t really put her finger on. Something that smelled vaguely like Geralt’s home.
Intrigued, Odessa slowly opened her eyes and squinted at the harsh light cast from the candelabra that hung above her.
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Contuine reading on AO3
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