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queercodedlunatic · 23 hours

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Big wolf all tied up. Full nsfw pic in Archive.

I'm pleased with how I drew Eskel in this.

#the witcher #eskel #the witcher 3 #the witcher books #tw3 #tw3 eskel #the witcher fanart #my art

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queercodedlunatic · 1 day

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Eskel my beloved

#the witcher #eskel #the witcher 3 #the witcher 1 #my art #the witcher books

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queercodedlunatic · 2 days

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Finally get to use this art in my fic

#gerlion #the witcher #wiedźmin #the witcher books #geraskier #jaskier #dandelion #my art #my fic

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queercodedlunatic · 4 months

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Fan art inspired by when I read Baptism of fire. I love Milva and Regis. (I really need to draw Angoulême and Cahir too sometime.)

#the witcher #the witcher books #geralt of rivia #emiel regis #milva barring #dandelion #jaskier #wiedźmin #hanza #my art #I rarely see any recurve bows unstringed in art #so I drew that

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queercodedlunatic · 4 months

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Which leg did Geralt injure? Help me Witcher fandom! I'd really like to finish this one drawing of the hanza, but I can't find if it's mentioned anywhere which leg is the one that got shattered in Time of Contempt?? Can't check the books since they're not with me, and the lines I remember from the games do not specify which leg it was.

One very subtle hint in witcher 2 kind of makes it seem like it's his right leg, In Netflix it was also right leg -if I remember correctly- but I don't trust netflix adaptation that much (or my memory tbf).

#the witcher books #ref #geralt of rivia #excerpt #book: baptism of fire #hanzajesthanza 💜

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queercodedlunatic · 4 months

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You can drink, you can feast There's beauty in your beast The flesh in the fruit and the blood in the wine

(I like already how this Regalt, Regis/Geralt is looking as a sketch.)

#the witcher #regalt #geralt x regis #the witcher books #emiel regis #geralt of rivia #regis #my art #geregis

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queercodedlunatic · 4 months

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Which leg did Geralt injure? Help me Witcher fandom! I'd really like to finish this one drawing of the hanza, but I can't find if it's mentioned anywhere which leg is the one that got shattered in Time of Contempt?? Can't check the books since they're not with me, and the lines I remember from the games do not specify which leg it was.

One very subtle hint in witcher 2 kind of makes it seem like it's his right leg, In Netflix it was also right leg -if I remember correctly- but I don't trust netflix adaptation that much (or my memory tbf).

#witcher #the witcher books #geralt of rivia #my nonsense

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queercodedlunatic · 5 months

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Finally my bachelor's thesis is about ready to be published in january! ✨Wow, finally some free time! That means it's time to edit my fanfics so I can publish them! Witcher fics and Lotr and Twin peaks fic soon ready. And back to my art. 😎😉

Let's rock! !ʞɔoɿ ƨ'Ɉɘ⅃

#my nonsense #my fics

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queercodedlunatic · 6 months

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If you are a fan fic writer and you're alright with people making fan art of your fic, reblog this 💚

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queercodedlunatic · 8 months

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The same thing that posessed me!! Love this! I had this excact premise in mind the last spring when I watched Lotr. It went to a completely another direction than yours however. I wrote Legolas/Éomer oneshot with Legolas wishing Aragorn would be jealous of him.

Should finish and post it to ao3 at some point...

the drinking game scene in rotk bc legolas is just naturally good at everything and also an elf it takes like twenty beers to get him even slightly buzzed and then he’s like, “i feel something…a slight tingle in my fingers. i think it is effecting me!” and éomer is just like #impressedandturnedon

will never not be funny but also imagine:

after legolas “wins” the game and him and éomer lift gimli and relocate him éomer is just amazed at legolas’ elf alcohol tolerance and says,

“have you never been drunk before?” and legolas smiles and says,

“not from this.” to which éomer responds,

“care to have a few more then?” and legolas realises they haven’t really had a chance to get to know each other so he says sure. and about five beers later (ten for legolas, who now cannot stop chugging them) éomer, now very much buzzed himself, leans in a bit more than intended and asks,

“how are you feeling now?” and legolas smirks at him,

“trying to get me drunk, are we?” which makes éomer shift back a bit, trying to read him, and says sarcastically,

“i would never- [and then without meaning to say the rest out loud finishes his sentence]

-seduce a prince” to which legolas’ eyebrows raise and he presses,

“seduce?” and éomer panicks and tries to go back,

“not what i meant, i uhm, not thinking clearly.” but legolas, deciding to indulge, shifts slightly so their knees touch and leans in a bit.

“i think you’re thinking perfectly well.”

and so basically they kiss (no one cares everyone has like centimetres of personal space in there and are all drunk off their asses anyways) and it’s nice, but legolas realises in that moment a couple things:

1. he is maybe a little more drunk than he thought he was

2. it is making him (more) confident?

3. and slightly horny

4. he’s enjoying the attention and flirtation and éomer is very sweet and pretty…but he can’t help imagining éomer is someone else.

5. not just. anyone else.

“i’m sorry”, he gently places both hands on éomer’s shoulders and says,

“i have something i must do now.” and he leaves éomer confused but also he’s probably drunk enough to think think it was all just a weird dream.

suddenly legolas finds himself shoving through drunks and couples, away from the loud and crowded spaces and through hallways…he’s not sure where exactly he’s going, just that his heart is pounding and his feet will lead him to where he wants to be. who he wishes to see.

aragorn is on the balcony, looking out upon the ruined city. he doesn’t feel like celebrating. there’s still a battle to be fought, and although they won this one, it’s not looking very promising. he hears familiar footsteps approaching. light and quiet, but still, he can always sense when the elf is near him.

legolas slows when he sees him. he had so much courage when he was running through the corridors, but now that he was here…his heart is throbbing in his throat and his usual confidence no longer felt elevated. but he knew aragorn must be able to hear his heavy breath, so he swallowed and made his way to the man’s side.

“shouldn’t you be celebrating?” aragorn asks, without turning his head.

“shouldn’t you be with us?” legolas looks to him. taking in his greasy hair and his stubble and his jawline…

aragorn breaks his gaze from the city below, meeting legolas’ eyes. they looked a little glazed, and he could get lost in them if he allowed himself.

“been drinking with the dwarf?” he asks, corner of his mouth turning up into a small smile.

legolas had felt his buzz starting to fade on his run over - it had only lasted 15 minutes or so, and in another 15 it would probably be completely gone. but standing in front of aragorn now, he felt a sudden wave of lust and indulgence washing over him. maybe it was the alcohol…maybe something else. but he decided he wanted to push his luck.

“actually, he’s been passed out about half an hour or so. i beat him in a drinking game.” aragorn chuckled. (god, legolas wanted to kiss that grimy, scratchy, throat)

“is that so?” he could tell legolas was not entirely sober, and he wasn’t sure what direction this conversation was going to take - but he felt compelled to find out.

“mm. apparently it takes a lot of your kind of ale [legolas wasn’t sure what in middle earth had possessed him to reach out and brush his fingers along the front of aragorn’s robes] to take an effect on me.”

“and yet you seem affected, my friend.” aragorn could knew the small act was mindless…but there was also intention to it. he wished legolas would dare even further. for all that had happened, and was happening - he could use a distraction. but legolas wasn’t just a distraction. he was his weakness. and his strength. and the thought of his touch, his smile, his hooded eyes, his parted lips…it was taking everything in aragorn to keep his composure.

the thought of just telling him about his kiss with éomer, was tempting. but then there was a chance that might confuse aragorn. the kiss was nice, but it hadn’t really meant anything to legolas. maybe it wasn’t worth trying to explain all that now.

“i had a realisation.” he decided on that. it was true. and it was what brought him here, standing in front of aragorn now.

“a realisation?” aragorn could feel the world around them start to fade out. his focus only on the small amount of space between legolas and himself. he now had an idea where this might be going, he wanted to coax him on, but he also couldn’t be sure that his imagination wasn’t taking things out of context.

“yes.” legolas wasn’t sure if it was the fading buzz, or the being so close to aragorn, but it was almost like there was some sort of magic that had created a forcefield around the two of them, blocking out the rest of the world. if he was going to be brave enough kiss him, time was of the essence.

“and what is that?” aragorn wasn’t sure how much longer he could bear to be still with legolas looking at him like that. he wasn’t sure how had ever been able to restrain himself from leaning in to his touches and wrapping his arms around that waist and pulling him in so their hearts touched. how he had resisted tucking that glorious hair behind pointed ears and caressing that perfect jaw-

“i kissed éomer.” well, if he was going to confess his truth, he might as well confess all of it. besides, he wanted aragorn to know that

“it happened in the moment. and it was very nice - but it meant nothing, to me at least. but it did lead me to realise that it wasn’t him i had hoped to be kissing��that i…i was thinking of another.”

aragorn had not expected a confession of this sort, and it did surprise him for a moment, he felt a little sorry for éomer. and a little envious, of not being the first to feel legolas’ lips on his own. but he also knew that, to have legolas’ heart was that of hard earned pining, and of highest fortune. and their every moment together had lead to this one. and if he was being truthful, he could have lived in it forever. but fucks sake was it taking too long. he breathed in through his nose and gently placed one hand above legolas’ waist, slowly, carefully, closing the space between their bodies. the other tucking a strand of hair behind pointed ear.

“and might this ‘other’ have had you running through the halls in your courageous and intoxicated state, to confess this truth?” legolas’ breath hitched, he actually wasn’t sure when he had last taken a full breath- his head was cloudy, and he wasn’t sure if what was happening was real - or perhaps a fantasy that he would soon wake from. he had to be sure.

legolas’ soft, but cold hand found it’s way to cup the side of aragorn’s stubbled cheek. he felt some force of nature pulling them together, it was no use fighting. their lips were centimetres apart…

“he may have.” legolas’ eyes were hooded, and those few words to answer aragorn’s question moments ago (seconds? minutes?) were all he could manage to escape his lips before he found them meeting aragorn’s, finally. he breathed in sharp through his nose and let the air travel between them, before breaking away.

legolas’ hands were on the back of aragorn’s neck, contrasting the heat there. his own hands were now gently clutching the elf’s lower back. he was certain legolas’ smile then was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“i don’t think i have ever seen you smile with such ease” legolas teased, but truthfully it must’ve been the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

“i don’t think it’s ever been so easy to smile.” and he meant it.

“what now?”

“what would you have me do to you?” oh. well, there was no one answer to that. and certainly not a very respectful, elvishly, one. he took aragorn’s hand, leading him away from the balcony and towards presumably whatever closest chamber or reasonably private place they could find.

“very unprincely things.”

#lotr #fic stuff #aralas

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queercodedlunatic · 8 months

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This is just my insane theory but I wanna share it and see if any other people have thought of this.

My theory from when I read the books:

The last wish Geralt made for the djinn is not perhaps worded that only Yen is "bound to him." The wish is never outright revealed to the reader so we know only some of what it might entail or be. So what if the wording of the wish included something like: "I wish to never be lonely/alone...."?

And that's why when someone leaves and Geralt is left alone life always throws a person he has a connection with in front of him. Also a person he is going to have an important connection with. Like with the Hansa. (Because time is an illusion.)

So this happens to Geralt with other people too. Not just with Dandelion or Yen. There always seems to be someone for Geralt. Be it friend, lover or someone who helps him. To the point that it's a noticable funny reoccurance in the books.

Of course Dandelion was around before the last wish and this has happened also before the djinn. But maybe with the wish Geralt accidentally strenghtened the "bound by destiny"-thing not just with Yennefer but in general? Food for thought.

one of the things season of storms does right is it replicates the positively chaotic energy of the short stories in one ☝️ aspect:

geralt running into dandelion in public, or dandelion showing up randomly, and geralt having an endeared, surprised take worthy of an anime protagonist where he goes “hey, it’s my best friend dandelion!!”

and they basically are like

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what i love is that it’s always framed so coincidentally, like ‘who could have imagined we would randomly run into each other just now !!’ but this happens, what, in bounds of reason, eternal flame, something more… (one could also count voice of reason, perhaps) … you can see the author’s pen throwing them together, for the reason that it would be interesting…

maciej parowski (late editor of fantastyka, and of the wiedźmin early 90s comics) said in an interview that the world (of the short stories) is relatively small and the characters cross paths, bump into each other easily. they’ll never stray very far from one another. i think this kind of magic is exemplified by geralt and dandelion’s friendship…

#gerlion #the witcher books #geralt of rivia #dandelion #the witcher #maciej parowski #my nonsense #the last wish

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queercodedlunatic · 8 months

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What it looks like: I've abandoned my fic

What's actually happening: It consumes my thoughts every single day. The urge to write gets stronger but my putty brain just. won't. let. it. happen.

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queercodedlunatic · 9 months

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You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.

By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.

I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?

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queercodedlunatic · 9 months

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