#it is the edgary
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it's been uh just shy of ten years since i first drew this (and that's not even the earliest drawing I have of them)
different medium different approach different lots of things, I'm not sure it's even entirely fair to compare them and there's still things I like better about the original actually... but it's always nice to try doing a redraw since usually I just keep talking about it instead of doing it.
#projectcanada cities#pc: calgary#pc: edmonton#hapo art#traditional art#mixed media#ink#pencil crayon#edward murphy#calvin mccall#it is the edgary#boab illustration
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Sometimes I draw comics purely for my own amusement that I have no intention of posting because they are just hypotheticals and sometimes I reread those comics and I have to post this one because drawing Calvin lamenting he shouldn't wear his horse tie to dinner with Ed and then immediately cutting to him wearing the tie is the funniest scene transition I've done
#hapo doodles#pc: edmonton#pc: calgary#ed pretending he doesnt recognize calgary while they are literally in the calgary tower restaurant is also hilarious#it is the edgary
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american and tolkienesque forenames
Adana Adriel Adriet Aeroy Agnessa Aiwenduil Aladriel Aladûn Albard Albergia Alcar Alcarcus Alcardil Alcarmador Aldari Alethen Alfreda Alfreddie Allandy Allisa Alloyd Amant Amantoine Amarë Anatan Anciscil Andarl Andil Andir Andreddie Angbori Angborn Angeleg Annien Annon Antar Antoine Apristir Araglori Arank Aranklinto Arapher Arlimoth Arnoldwine Arthant Arvin Arvinya Arwendy Asfalothy Ausireen Avrance Baldad Balicia Baradaniel Barla Beatridget Becca Belebrita Belemmakil Belendil Belendrew Belephiel Beline Beorl Berek Bethor Betta Bevernance Bille Billi Bombul Bomburiel Branca Brandil Brantonya Bregon Brendi Bretche Breth Brucalimë Byrond Caladra Calexand Calmir Calmo Camirion Cardil Carlotho Carmendil Carolana Carold Caron Cassuil Castindo Castine Cathôr Cecellee Celemmakil Cemer Ceorlie Chadorah Chael Charavis Charl Charla Charry Chell Christal Christindy Cindon Claróf Claudith Claurondir Clydiant Corahael Coreen Cotte Crain Cynthienny Cynthor Daeritta Darlas Darri Davis Dawna Deanne Debonnette Delintony Deloberto Delodh Derin Deórwin Donnie Doren Dorey Dougluin Duila Dward Dwarth Dwayneth Déagon Déagorn Earloth Ebora Edgari Edgarion Edwight Edwingwë Elarenett Elbard Eldarrence Elegolive Elephan Elephien Elfhelmo Elfhil Elleen Ellie Elrohirion Elrosephen Elsean Elvia Eraldanita Eraldil Erindor Erkennett Estella Esteve Estin Ethandomi Ethostor Euniche Evelesten Evernice Eären Eärene Eärnichad Falott Felia Fernarda Feruce Finducalma Findur Franca Franthir Frerichel Frerie Funda Fëanorin Fírie Galachad Galandra Gamily Gamlaith Gayla Geneldarry Geneldir Genet Genettie Genevienny Georn Gilberta Gilraig Ginastred Glena Glenne Gloree Glóred Gormador Gracy Grathlee Gretchelm Gretha Grimboriam Gwendui Hadorendis Halba Halberrena Halda Haldam Hallador Halmo Hanice Hanny Hanto Harië Harole Hatti Hattârik Helly Helsa Helson Hengol Herberly Heres Herin Herma Herumorgel Heryl Hiriam Howardacil Howardo Howarta Ianna Ilmarite Imilkhâd Indur Inzila Ireen Irena Iristin Isilmacil Isilmari Isilmarion Isilvia Isumbara Ivanienor Jacque Jaimelairë Jaimelion Jasminya Jasonjamir Javis Jeanna Jeffer Jeffreca Jeffred Jenne Jennet Jeres Jessa Johan Johand Josepharn Juane Julion Karankline Karetchelm Karlennie Kathony Kathráin Katië Katridget Katrin Kellas Kelle Kenducalma Kerri Kimbold Kimbolger Kimbori Kinglir Kristinar Lagdustine Lagdustir Lalanc Lalance Landy Laude Lavernanc Lennatar Lindace Lloren Lolas Lonna Lorey Lorin Lucil Lugdustir Lydian Mablungon Maedhel Maedhelle Magola Magold Mahtar Mahtaron Malandrea Malvin Mamilkhâd Mamir Margon Mariam Mariel Marin Marshad Marthel Marthur Matti Mattârik Megalad Megander Meghanda Meghannise Melbard Meline Micher Micherry Milleen Mistindsey Mollia Muricia Míriette Nardacil Natan Nichary Olinton Ornen Orond Orophil Oscathelle Ostophia Ostorindo Pamelanca Peren Perin Pervin Primë Prishnákh Racillie Radon Rebecky Regorn Rendarl Renduila Rendy Rhondil Rhondo Rhony Ricia Robel Rodenis Rontoine Rosalvin Rossë Rubenjames Rómen Rúmillia Sadine Sadon Saeroy Saman Samanui Sandrette Sarumorgon Seriel Shelindor Sherunír Shirgio Smauriette Sméagolas Snowman Snowmanel Sopherry Sophil Stana Stelmo Stelperry Stephin Susir Sylvin Súrio Taman Tamandis Tamari Tamil Tamir Terrellena Thell Timothony Tonio Trach Turamonio Tyron Uftha Ufthandra Ulfangborn Urwenda Vaine Vaireen Valancis Valanhír Vanice Vardil Veralph Veres Victoriel Viduman Violas Viole Virgia Wandi Wartha Wendil Wille Windsey Yaval Yavanny Yvonnie Yvonniel Zachad Zachel Éomunda Íriel
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I could be wrong but I think you made a playlist for Cal and Ed? I was wondering if you could share it?
yessss and sometimes i even keep it updated it is here
there are a handful of songs on there that aren't or are no longer on spotify. For the ones by Columbus and Bombproof the Horses, look on Capital City Records. You can't download them without an Edmonton Public Library card but i think you can still stream them there.
The vibe or criteria of the Edgary playlist is
- is it funny or about getting into stupid shenanigans
- is it best friends to enemies to lovers in any direction
- does it have elements of frustration
- is it about cowboys
- is it something that reminds me of something quatsch said or wrote or listened to while she was writing
- is it something someone else has told me is an edgary song
- is it something they might listen to
I try to prioritize canadian artists or artists from the respective cities but that doesn't always happen lol.
if you have trouble accessing it let me knowwwww
#i rickrolled myself on this playlist also so watch out#hapo replies#roniebuttercups#it is the edgary
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Also, this scene of my AU to celebrate Edgar’s birthday eue I gotta upload more Edgari stuff more often tut
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CHIBI AVATAR COMMS
KO-FI
#my artwork#final fantasy#not that easy au#ffvi#final fantasy vi#edgar roni figaro#mari stella blackmoon#mari del norte marquez#edgari
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Perfect Cities
Welcome Home
Edward slumped against his door. It had been a god-awful day, of what had been the shittiest week ever, in the most dreadful of months. It seemed that everything that could have gone wrong had done exactly that. On top of it all, it was winter and it was cold. Colder than usual cold. To the point where the lack of daylight coupled with the cold were starting to get to him. It wasn’t that he hated winter, he enjoyed it and he absolutely actually did enjoy shovelling snow (no sarcasm, no matter how weird or strange others thought it was – it was cathartic, thank you very much, and he liked how his mind could think of a myriad of other things while he shovelled. He liked feeling useful and helping out his neighbours who could use an extra hand. In his very honest opinion, shoveling should be part of the physical education program at schools. It was a sad thing that no one had ever taken him up on it. He really didn’t mind the shovelling. He could do this day in and day out. Every day of the year for every hour of the day. Nothing else. He’d be happy just doing this. For all of eternity. But, he was digressing.) To make matters even worse, he hadn’t seen his boyfriend in ages and he could have gone for some cheery optimism right about now.
He finally fished out his keys and unlocked his front door, stepping into the welcoming warmth of his home. He had half a mind to hibernate until spring, when he heard noise coming from inside. (It had really been a terrible week.) Great. Burglars. Just what he needed. He was about to do something rash and shout, prompting the thief to a fight – anything to release some tension, but just as he opened his mouth, Calvin walked out into view.
“I thought it was you. Welcome home.” Calvin smiled brightly and walked over to him. Edward blinked. He didn’t understand.
“What – what are you doing here? Why are you here?” It wasn’t that he minded, but he hadn’t been expecting his visit.
“Don’t you remember? Last time we saw each other, we agreed that I would come up to spend Christmas with you, this year, and today was when I would get here. I used the spare key you gave me, last time, to let myself in.” He laughed and Edward felt a little silly for forgetting. He had even been looking forward to it and all. Maybe he would plop himself outside and let himself turn into a snow shovel. The snow wouldn’t judge him or berate him for doing a lousy job or criticise him for everything going wrong in the province.
“Are you okay, Ed? You look a little beat up...” There was an edge of worry to his voice, but Edward ignored it. He closed the distance between them and let himself fall boneless into Calvin’s arms. His boyfriend stumbled a little, but caught him nonetheless and hugged him tightly.
Already, he felt a little bit better. Calvin really did give out good hugs. Edward looked up at him and then went on his tippy toes to kiss him hard. He’d missed him. A lot. And his shit week was already starting to look marginally better now that Calvin was here and that he’d be here for the next few days. He truly had the best boyfriend in the world.
Calvin was a little surprised by Edward’s boldness, but he parted his lips for him and kissed him back, having missed Edward something fierce, during their time apart. It may have only been a few hours away, but there was something about being in the same physical space that was always so much better.
When they pulled away, a little breathless and flushed, Calvin gently caressed Edward’s partially swollen lips with the pad of his thumb, before bending his head and claiming his lips for a softer, slower kiss. His partner looked for more and he was happy to comply, pulling him closer to his body.
“God, I missed you... I missed this...” Edward murmured against his lips, parroting his earlier thoughts, moments later. Calvin smiled at him warmly and held him tightly, taking in the all too familiar and comforting scent that was uniquely Edward and made him feel at ease.
“I missed you too... and you still look like you could do with some cheering up. I think I know what can help.” He took his lover’s hand and gave it a warm squeeze, before heading off deeper inside Edward’s home, towards the bedroom. Edward followed him close, a small smile blooming on his face, glad Calvin was here with him now.
FIN 6
Started writing: December 22nd 2014, 12:37pm
Finished writing: December 22nd 2014, 1:24pm
Started typing: February 20th 2015, 7:45pm
Finished typing: February 20th 2015, 7:58pm
#pc: edmonton#pc: calgary#pc: gary#Edward Murphy#calvin BRISEBOIS LOL#calvin something#gary#perfect cities#projocanondoko#my face rereading this last night/this morning#once upon a time there was more edgary than monmonton#for like 2 hot seconds lamao#then again this had been a gift for someone who liked the ship#also 2014?!?!?!?!
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A nice day out. :O
The J shaped thing is a Crazy Cone of icecream.
#quatschart#pc: edmonton#pc: calgary#calgary stampede#traditional#pen#ink#edgary#the part two is more scandalous thats where the boots come from
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Genasi / The Witcher (Part One)
Summary: After the King and Queen of Sasheira refused to sign a treaty with Nilfgaard, an assassin is put on the Queen and her unborn child. While the King remains in Sasheira to fight, Queen Y/N, a gifted air Genasi, is forced into hiding with a man who is rumored to be able to kill anything, Geralt of Rivia.
Author’s Note: Hello everyone!! This is my first Witcher’s fic and the first fic I’ve ever posted! Please like, reblog, follow, and feel free to send me a message!! OH and this fic slow burn... Like SLOW burn so buckle up! It’s gonna be fluffy, angsty and everything in between. I’m excited lol.
Warnings: Slight angst. A dash of smut but literally barely
Word count: 3k (unedited)
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The sound of children laughing filled the air in the garden as little legs and feet ran around and around, their dirt-covered faces grinning brightly as they played. The gardeners smiled as well, participating in light-hearted conversations with one another. It was a beautiful day to be outside in the sun and you, the Queen, decided that the best way to enjoy it would be with a picnic with your husband, King Vario.
It was warm and bright but not overly hot thanks to you, who created cool breezes every now and then. You laid on a yellow blanket, enjoying fruit, juice, and cheese that sat on a nearby table, engaging in conversation with nearby gardeners, butlers and maids. You wanted your last sunny day to be clear of stress and anxiety. You wanted to spend it laughing. Warm. Surrounded by your loving husband, caring people and their children.
The children would come by and grab some food, say their hello’s, and then run off again. The servants sat with the couple as well, telling jokes and stories, some real and some not. They asked about the pregnancy and if you had decided on any names yet. You were with child, the first heir, but you weren’t too far along, just under two months.
“Your Majesty, would you like me to fill your glass?” One of the butlers asked, noticing your empty glass.
“I’m quite alright, thank you,” you smiled up at the man and leaned into your husband’s chest. He wrapped his strong arms around your frame and rested his head against yours, breathing deeply.
“Enjoying yourself?” He asked.
“Yes,” you responded, looking around the beautiful garden. “I’m going to miss this. I’m going to miss you.” He placed a gentle kiss to your temple and you intertwined your fingers together. “How long do you think we’ll be gone?”
“Hard to say, me aine. Hopefully not too long but…” He wasn’t entirely sure how to finish his sentence, but he knew he didn’t need to for you to understand.
You sighed, “yeah… At least we have today. One last beautiful day.” He hummed softly in response and began to lightly rock back and forth with a hand on your stomach, causing a blissful smile to spread across your features. You sent out a wave of wind for the workers around you, a few ‘thank you’s’ following.
“Showing off one last time, I see,” he teased, earning a strong gust of wind in his direction.
“I’ll always show off,” you responded with a smirk and turned to face him. “Gotta keep you impressed, of course. The little guy likes it too, I think.” You looked down at your stomach.
“Keep me impressed? You’re the most magnificent person to ever grace this planet… I’m the one who needs to keep you impressed.”
You raised an eyebrow and spoke sarcastically, “yeah, if it weren’t for your blood you never would’ve stood a chance.” He jabbed your side, causing you to squeal loudly.
“Take it back,” he beamed as you erupted into giggles as his hands tickled you.
“Stop! Me aine!” You laughed loudly, hitting his chest. “I take it back! I take it back!”
He pulled his hands back and climbed over you, “I’m gonna miss that laugh… Sarcasm not so much, but that laugh…”
“You love my sarcasm, it’s part of my undeniable charm,” you winked up at him.
“Undeniable that is,” he leaned and planted a loving kiss upon your lips. You smiled into it and kissed back tenderly, bringing your hands to cup his stubble cheeks.
“Ew!” A few of the children exclaimed at the sight but were quickly hushed by one of the maidens. She whispered to them and they all quickly bolted away, deeper into the garden. You both chuckled and stared at each other for a moment, taking in the moment. A perfect moment. A happy one.
You traced his jawline all the way to his lips, where he gently kissed your fingertips. “I love you,” you said, locking eyes with him.
“A horrible decision, really,” Vario said, making your mouth fall open dramatically.
You whacked his arm, “you ruined the moment!”
“I just wanted to see you smile again! I can’t help myself sometimes,” he grinned at you cheekily and you sighed, a smile tugging at your lips.
“Gods, you’re impossible. Seriously, I’m telling you it’s because of your blood… possibly your dashing good looks too. Without them, you’d be nothing,” you spoke teasingly.
“Oh, and without your beauty and your blood, you’d be one scary woman who could kill me in an instant, though I find that endearing in a woman,” he spoke, making you roll your eyes with a laugh.
“Yeah, remember that in case you get any wild ideas on the battlefield and decide to get yourself killed. I’ll personally bring you back to kill you again, you hear me?” You asked, pushing him off yourself. “You will not leave this child fatherless, clear?”
“Crystal,” he held up his hands in defense. “I love you.”
“Till the day I die.”
“Till the day I die, me aine” he repeated, placing his forehead against yours.
“Excuse me, Your Majesty,” the steward, Edgaris, approached them.
“Yes?” Vario looked up at the man.
“I’m sorry to interrupt but the Witcher is here,” he said, causing both you and Vario to sit up from the blanket.
“Did he just arrive?” Vario asked as he stood and Edgaris nodded.
“Moments ago. He is in the main entrance,” the three of you began to head inside.
The Witcher, a famous monster slayer, known for being able to kill anything. Strong, magical, and an old friend of Vario, he was the perfect protector. Capable of keeping you safe. The baby safe.
Sasheira was at war— or at least close to it. After refusing to sign a treaty with Nilfgaard, a treaty that granted them most of Sasheira’a land and resources, Nilfgaard threatened to pull their alliance.
King Vario stood his ground, thinking of what was best for his own country and his people. Nilfgaard’s ultimatum did not work and an assassin was sent out to not only kill you but the child inside you as well.
Fortunately, the assassin failed to do his job and was killed mercilessly. A final declaration of war was in the works, but wouldn’t be made until you, the Queen, were safe. Vario would stay back and fight with his men and lead them.
You hated everything about the situation, but this was war. There was nothing to love about it.
You and Vario entered the main foyer and there stood a large man with white hair in dark clothing. He was talking with the King’s advisor and the Stewardess. Their conversation came to end upon their royal arrival.
You stopped in your tracks, your stomach sinking. You grabbed your husband’s wrist, “are we sure about this?”
He gave you a reassuring smile, “everything will be okay, I promise.” You nodded silently and let him go so he could speak with the man first.
The stranger bowed respectfully, “Your Majesty.”
“Geralt of Rivia, wonderful to see you again,” Vario spoke, extending his hand for the man to shake. You approached and forced a small smile. You could feel everyone’s uneasiness, the heaviness in the air.
Vario and Geralt had met before, the circumstances of which were not pleasant. Deadly, to be specific, but that’s all you knew about the situation. Vario never went into the details, only ever saying that protecting you was Geralt’s way of returning an old favor.
“Your Majesty,” he bowed again.
You extended your hand, “ceádmil.”
“Come on in, let’s get you situated. Jesyka,” Vario called for the Stewardess, “his chambers are ready, I presume?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” she responded.
“Good. Make yourself at home. Dinner will be around vespers. We hope you are hungry,” Vario spoke cooly, comforting you. His confidence in the situation made you more at ease. It was one of your favorite qualities about the dark-haired man.
“Thank you. I apologize for my late arrival. I had to take care of something before I came,” the Witcher explained his tardiness.
“Not a problem at all. We were just enjoying the outdoors. Beautiful day, isn’t it?” Vario said and the Witcher only grunted in response. “We really appreciate you coming at all. I can’t leave my lovely wife in the hands of just anyone,” he grinned over at you, taking your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“She’ll be safe with me, I promise. I won’t let anything happen to her,” though Geralt said it to Vario, you felt as though it was for you. To reassure you that you’ll be safe. Protected. “And if I fail to do so, I can assure you that I will already be dead.”
Vario cocked an eyebrow, “good to know that the consequences of her blood on your hands has gone unspoken.” Geralt smirked with a low hum. “Jesyka, please show him to his chambers please.”
“Right away, Your Majesty,” Jesyka bowed and motioned for the man to follow her. “This way Sir Geralt of Rivia…” and the two left the room.
“How do you feel, me aine?” Vario asked Relanara.
You shrugged and spoke quietly, “I’m not sure. Guess I just don’t like the idea of not being here with you is all.”
“I know but you know you can’t-”
“Can’t stay here. I know. I’ve heard that speech already. Doesn’t mean I like it,” you frowned, wrapping your arms around him in an embrace. He hugged back, resting his chin on your head before kissing it. You could feel his own anguish.
“No one likes it.”
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The two of you returned to the garden after that and spent the rest of your time there until seven o’clock. All the servants and the children headed inside for one final feast, an idea you and the stewardess came up with. One last feast for everyone in the castle to enjoy with their Queen. One last feast before the soldiers and knights left for battle.
The throne room was filled with tables and chairs, the bards and musicians were playing their instruments joyfully and took turns to enjoy the party. Once the cooks brought out all the food and wine, they joined in on the feast as well. No one was working that night, even the knights rotated hourly so they could enjoy themselves as well.
The men and women danced and ate the delicious food; there wasn’t a single frown in the crowd. You and Vario joined in on the dancing, laughing loudly with your servants and friends. The dancing wasn’t anything formal— it wasn’t a formal party.
Vario spun you around, beaming at the sound of your giggle, gusts of wind erupting from your body, causing him to laugh lovingly. He dipped you down, joining your lips together in a slow kiss. He lifted you back up and spun you once more. He stopped moving for a second, his eyes falling upon the Witcher who seemed to have just arrived.
“Ah, Geralt! So glad you were able to join us,” Vario greeted warmly.
“This… is dinner?” Geralt asked, looking around.
The King laughed, “have a drink! Have a dance!” Geralt grunted, walking over to a table and began to grab some food. You watched and frowned, stomach twisting as you thought about why he was there in the first place. You were snapped out of it at the sound of loud cheering of a classic folk song, a favorite in their country. It was a song that describes a specific dance, though there were no lyrics in the version they were playing, the people still knew the moves.
You took a deep breath to calm yourself down before putting smile on your face. The people participating in the dancing all instinctively joined hands and began the classic dance.
It wasn’t long after that before you needed a break and some water as to not push yourself. You thought it might be a good idea to sit with the Witcher, get to know him a little better before their long journey together.
You approached the brooding man who sat at an empty table near the back. “May I join you?” You asked and he nodded. A moment of silence fell between you both before you finally spoke again. “So, you either hate parties or are just permanently stuck brooding. Maybe both.”
He smirked slightly, “both. Are you at least having fun?”
“As much fun as someone who’s leaving tomorrow with a complete stranger while their husband fights some bloody war can possibly have.”
His eyebrows rose, “can’t imagine that it’s a lot then.”
“It’s enough. I want to enjoy tonight. You should try too. Don’t know when you’ll get another night like this,” you looked towards the sea of dancing bodies.
He shrugged in response, taking a sip from his cup, “I’m enjoying the ale.”
You scoffed but smiled, shaking your head, “if that’s the extent of your enjoyment here then drink all the ale you want.” He didn’t say anything but silently looked at you. You wondered what he was thinking. You couldn’t feel what he was feeling like you normally would against a human, but this was another magical being. You couldn’t feel it. “You don’t talk much, do you?”
“At a party? Never.”
“Hm, very funny. I mean, will I have someone other than my son to talk to the next few months?”
“It’s a boy?” He asked.
“So he has curiosity,” you smiled and he rolled his eyes slightly, grumbling to himself. “What was that?”
“You remind me of someone,” Geralt said.
“Oh? Who? Was she as beautiful and powerful as me?” You held your shoulders up.
“He was a pain-in-the-ass bard,” he responded simply and your mouth fell gaped.
“He’s got wit too,” you shook your head lightly before continuing, “but yes, it’s a boy. A mage told us.”
“Have a name in mind?”
“Tylan.”
He seemed to have approved of it, though took a moment to respond. “I’m sure he’ll be a fine ruler like his father… and mother.”
“I hope he turns out more like his father… But I want him to be a Genasi. Keep the bloodline strong.”
“Hm,” he smirked, “the heir that can bend air.”
A smile tugged at your lips as you looked over at Geralt who had an amused look on his face. “You’re alright,” you gave a small laugh.
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You spent the rest of your night right next to your husband, savoring every moment you had with him. The party eventually ended and the two of you made you way to your grand chamber. A fire was lit and the two of you laid on the large bed, his arms wrapped around your frame, your head on his chest.
“I don’t want this night to end,” you said quietly.
“I never want my nights with you to end,” Vario responded and you smiled.
You lifted your head and placed a gentle kiss to his lips to which he gladly returned. He deepened the kiss, hands cupping your cheeks to bring you in closer. You crawled on top of him, straddling his waist, kissing down his jaw. When your top was discarded to the floor, you quickly sat up, receiving a confused look in return.
“Remember me like this, because there’s a chance that the next time you see me I’ll be fat or have saggy breasts and stretch marks,” you said and he erupted into laughs.
“Gods, I love you. I’ll take you with any of those. It doesn’t matter,” he kissed you again.
“Till the day I die.”
“Till the day I die.”
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You sat at your windowsill, watching your beloved capital work and play. The children outside were running, laughing, bouncing about with smiles on their faces. The adults were either taking a nice stroll in the warm sunlight or were busy buying and selling various items. Cheers from the local pub erupted suddenly and you silently wondered what they were cheering about. An engagement? A new job? A baby on the way?
You were fascinated by your city and the citizens that lived there with you. You wondered who the people were, their stories and secrets. It pained you to know that this was going to be the last time you would be able to admire them from afar.
A knock sounded at the door, followed by creaking hinges. “They’re ready for you, Your Grace,” you heard her stewardess say. Your eyes remained on the outdoors, smirking when you saw a smiling little girl get trampled by who you assumed were her brothers. “Your Grace-”
“Yes,” you turned your head to the side before slowly returning your gaze back to the outdoors, “thank you. I’ll just be a moment more.”
“Of course, Your Grace.” You heard the door close again. A staggered sigh left your lips as you closed your eyes. You tilted your head back and brought your hands under your chin, whispering a short prayer. With one last deep breath, you left your chambers.
Jesyka was waiting patiently, a packed bag in hand, her eyes full of tears. The two of you stared at each other in silence for a moment, neither needing to speak in order to understand each other. And at the same time, both of you fell into tears, embracing each other in a tight hug.
“It’s going to be okay,” you whispered, frame shaking. “I’ll see you again,” you pulled away and rested your hands on the woman’s shoulders, “stay safe, please.”
“Of course, my Queen.”
“Good, and Jesyka...” you paused, “thank you.”
Jesyka nodded, more tears falling, “thank you, Y/N.”
After collecting yourselves the best you two could, you both made your way down to the main gate where a plentiful of knights and soldiers stood, along with you husband and his steward. The Witcher was there too, of course. Jesyka handed Geralt the bag and he put it on his horse.
“Ready?” Vario asked, pulling you to the side.
You shook your head as tears pricked the back of your eyes. Your voice was quiet, “Var, I- I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Stop. Yes, you can. You are the strongest person I’ve ever met. We’ll meet again soon,” though his words were nothing but affirmations, you could feel his sadness and anxiety.
You nodded slowly, “anytime you feel a breeze, think of me.”
“I’ll think of you no matter what,” he pulled you in for one last kiss, placing a necklace in your hand. You looked down at it, confused. “For Tylan.”
Your knees nearly gave out right there in his arms, completely crumbling. “Vario, what- No! You will meet your son!”
“Till the day I die, me aine,” he kissed the top of your hand as Geralt began to pull you away.
“You will meet him!” It didn’t matter how many times you said it. One of you wasn’t coming back from this war. Maybe neither.
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Part Two
Author’s Note: Please let me know what you think! Oh and yes, Genasi as in the Dungeon and Dragon’s Genasi (mixed with a little air bender action from Avator). I’ll explain her powers throughout the story when necessary. I didn’t want to dump everything on you all at once as I know how annoying that can be lol.
#the witcher#geralt of rivia#geralt of rivia x reader#geralt of rivia imagines#the witcher imagines#fanfiction
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Edgar Ie: Takım arkadaşlarımı destekliyorum. Bu kesinlikle değişmeyecek. Ben de şampiyon takımın bir parçasıyım, sanırım biri bana madalyayı gönderecek. (gülerek) #Trabzonspor #EdgarIe
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“what are they like when alone together” disgusting, next question.
#projectcanada cities#pc: edmonton#pc: calgary#hapo doodles#digital art#clip studio paint#calvin mccall#edward murphy#it is the edgary#boab omake#calvin immediately cries and washes his hands after though#when there is something at stake they are at each other's throats#but generally when they're home alone or have a common goal they're insufferably synced#hope that helps
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So please just take me back to the prairies
Where the stars and the moon collide
And if you’re headin' back to Edmonton
With the sun setting behind us
Well, I’ll be laughing right there beside ya
#projectcanada cities#pc: edmonton#pc: calgary#edward murphy#calvin mccall#digital art#autodesk sketchbook#it is the edgary#hapo art#hapo doodles#no i dont know why they are walking down the highway#Its about the Aesthetique not road safety
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old weapons names + spanish forenames + french forenames
Abian Absalixto Absalonga Absalongo Abundo Adalexando Adelainhoa Adeleine Adislao Adrick Adrinne Aguadalban Alban Alenti Aliam Almaaron Almude Almudenia Alodiegory Alonder Alonga Alvarah Amayte Ameline Angedmunda Angelia Angelian Angelises Angélieth Anieves Antin Antine Antonique Antxa Arangelio Armina Artens Artin Ascalia Asuncis Auguela Aurena Auriana Auric Aurélieth Balexande Barbal Barbalen Barthur Bartine Bartistina Basilia Bastia Bastian Beatsword Begorian Benia Benisio Berto Bille Bludovice Boome Béatricael Candreya Canne Cardichèle Carlotilda Caronicole Casilvia Catalia Catche Cathieu Catriciana Cayeta Cayetan Cecile Chaël Chelice Christa Christaff Christien Christin Citlass Clail Claudios Claudrey Claume Clota Clémena Clémente Coland Conce Concena Consue Cornine Crister Cristilda Cristinarc Cristophie Culverine Curvebow Cutlalia Cyriana Cécileta Cédrine Daggermin Dalexandré Daman Damia Damilieta Danie Danita Davie Davierrat Deliano Denio Denislao Dente Desar Destina Didion Didoro Dolfa Domin Dominaki Doming Doroteo Dylanita Edgara Edgarie Edgehamed Edmace Edmacela Edmunda Egidia Eline Elise Elvieraxe Emedio Emelia Emila Emmance Emmarcelle Encion Enrienne Enriquent Ernadino Ernand Estaff Estano Esteresar Estero Estias Eugena Eugene Eugenision Eugens Euladia Ezequi Ezequinaki Fabigail Fabre Fabric Fabrick Fabriel Facia Facio Facula Falchionel Fanine Faning Federque Felia Felicion Felina Feline Felistina Ferming Fermo Flain Flamma Flammer Florine Francens Francisoda Franseur Fridad Frédériel Fulberd Fulbert Gabrigo Gabrina Garine Gemanuelle Gemarien Genatania Genathervé Geneo George Gerstaff Ghislao Ginia Gladali Glaine Greatricia Guilla Guillo Gustia Gérardo Haliliano Halixto Hanietano Hantonia Hectoriana Hiliane Ignacielle Inmace Irelia Isara Ision Jacien Jacio Jacion Jacque Jacquela Jaiment Janda Jando Jandrien Janislao Jeandro Jeanlouisa Jeanmace Jeanmacel Jessicard Jiment Joaque Joaqui Jonarcos Juanfranca Julia Juline Julino Julion Justian Katalie Katan Ladia Laeticia Lanco Lando Laudiana Laurena Laurora Leaxe Leona Leonaracia Lette Liliano Lilie Lilio Lilion Lilippe Lilito Lilitor Longa Loren Lorine Louisa Lucernarda Luciel Macela Macelo Madette Magdalupe Maine Mandre Manuelia Marceder Marcedes Mardo Margueda Marian Marida Marident Mariel Mariela Marieta Marin Mariol Marioleda Maritard Mathalberd Mathaliana Matherin Matilda Meageneo Micharleta Micharpoon Micher Micherina Miguelance Miguelar Migueta Miguette Miliano Milio Militar Modes Moise Monderina Monderques Monel Moniseo Morge Morgette Murike Muriken Mélangeli Mélie Nadius Natanièle Nathilde Natilde Natilette Neresa Nicarnaude Nieveslina Nilde Nurifica Odestar Odierrat Ofelio Ofelisa Olivida Pablitor Pascali Pascarlos Patric Patrina Patrine Patristin Paulia Paulie Philde Philie Quardine Quardo Quardsta Quartin Rafina Ramian Ramiana Ramonard Ramond Ramondro Ramonises Ranck Randrinaro Ranzalon Raulalia Rayana Raymongo Raymorené Rebehi Rence Ricensia Ricent Ricia Robernel Rodoro Rogel Romaito Rosara Rémie Rémilan Salomena Saloment Salvain Sanagua Sancathier Sandro Saulie Scimita Sebano Silia Silvie Silvier Simira Simita Simond Simondra Simotea Smael Solacia Solas Sonicole Sophe Spear Stavo Stéphanesa Stéphantxa Stéphaël Sword Sylvaronia Tadeles Tadette Teofia Teroniel Thieu Thilda Thomasa Tianes Titiana Titiare Tomaso Trica Trice Trina Trystaff Ulfbernard Ulfberta Ulrice Valejanis Vales Valérice Verinida Vicena Vince Virgine Virginette Warhamedio Warscyther Warspear Xavid Yolas Yveslina Zweihanto Élieta Élisa Élissa Élisterea Élodia Érica
+lesser order
Abrena Abria Adesaline Adine Adrocéa Adsworicia Agali Agaël Agdamito Aggen Airow Alalice Alaurolean Albas Alberrecie Albonina Alcascam Alfando Alingerge Aliquen Almaxirodo Alord Alorow Alote Alémicat Amaymonck Amigilas Amild Aminatry Amonso Amélina Anclémy Andandin Anietteon Antan Antitla Arcin Arcina Arego Argidolio Arisio Artine Artingsta Asterd Asthia Aulbang Auledger Aulriel Aumbetore Aurowina Aurvé Bacino Balonon Banchrio Bapie Baptincene Barin Barine Becto Belin Benceliole Bensia Bericianne Bernadio Berne Berreaxi Berstine Bertice Bertie Bertine Blaino Blamparia Blude Bondeores Bonsork Boongbow Braina Brano Brayanne Brolio Burélinara Calberite Carargenzo Carlo Carshur Cartane Catte Caymona Celao Celina Chandida Chandra Chane Checister Chemme Chent Cherto Chrina Chrisan Chriz Cladio Claud Claum Claure Cléatan Clémia Cobalon Cundo Célouistin Dadia Dadriona Dadromons Dalon Daloémire Dantia Dayte Derow Destin Diecaymo Dolber Edgeridam Edion Eladelan Emerne Emmarania Enanda Ensovny Ereihaxi Estia Eufelouier Eufer Eugued Ezequise Fabia Fabie Fabria Fabrico Fabrolo Fabruthéo Fabsa Facines Facque Fadror Faele Faeta Fanorne Feleo Felitermer Felixto Femmaro Fertara Ficietum Filvaliste Fladio Flain Flastine Flauro Flodo Flordo Florte Floulis Frafacian Fratric Fraya Frelejas Frentsele Frora Fulgario Fuliasolan Fulica Gabsabro Gedmaime Gelara Gelaum Gelia Gelitomon Geltrie Geofil Geopolen Gernade Giden Gildo Gillswor Gitana Glaivine Glauriz Grémi Guellea Guerna Guile Guilexa Guilvalca Guisal Gundierta Gélènevar Gérômermi Hamainant Hamohana Hangswor Hanie Hanuela Hayolfo Haëllis Helinan Hemelia Herre Herto Heserna Hoomic Hurientia Hurtinage Hurtinio Ilbowine Ingeo Inmaacual Inèse Ireniermen Irèsego Istise Jacia Jacimon Jacio Jancie Jandra Jascorodra Javierre Jeagraido Jeane Jeanieknie Jeanloren Jeannelia Jeanto Jearle Jenzo Jimen Joaquila Jocel Joscimo Joserna Josio Juada Juarolora Julvaine Juske Justes Justia Jériz Kette Ladro Lamord Landreiro Laudes Lento Lespetoma Lexiretto Licel Liene Liennebow Linatrio Litanne Lixto Lorogela Lotine Louran Loémiros Lucarces Lucesto Lucilises Lucio Luisle Lunant Lunce Lundra Lupelildo Lydio Lydionifia Lérogere Maacundric Macia Macie Madeophie Madrenne Mailea Maina Mance Manille Manuetteo Maraff Marbascio Marce Marcedmund Mardole Marichria Marigna Marisa Marisanzo Maroad Marodena Marorte Marsuz Marto Maugo Maximi Maythan Micitavick Mierne Migue Mingspe Mireiro Mirga Mitte Modilbelle Mohaya Moildo Mordelia Moroles Motick Mudia Muestana Murego Mélord Nacie Nanlo Naria Narles Nichela Nifille Nilito Océana Océcime Odebow Olonsille Osanto Pabanuel Pabricel Paquada Paquanisan Paquence Parosepcio Pathoaquis Pathor Patina Patincie Paudeyanno Paulauli Paulfora Paulierto Paulio Paurdo Paure Paurea Paurene Pauric Paurin Peren Perna Phaxe Phaël Piene Piercela Pilorené Pitophaël Pitorgelia Queli Quettelia Raciona Racon Rafian Raingélie Ramille Rangspelia Ranue Rapite Raymon Rayorting Recualman Relisa Rento Rickata Robel Robulice Rogeo Roillana Roldo Roxane Rundcard Rundre Régiolina Rémignèse Salion Sarice Sarie Saurspea Sebaste Sefirent Shuguan Sicancion Sidan Sionathe Smalle Smarguela Sodos Solado Sopeda Storgine Sustina Sylalin Sylvio Sébangenie Sébard Talio Tançoildo Teneo Tertine Thançoiser Therd Thieu Thieulia Thilido Tiannifel Tisarisa Triba Ulaine Ulbertian Uliel Uliola Ulixto Ullwhisimo Ureia Urella Vaildee Vanne Varila Veraximar Vidanluis Waric Wielano Yance Yannio Yvelion Yvoul Élierne Élinestia Évelia
#name stash#444names#444 names#dnd names#character names#markov namegen#markov name generation#markov#markov gen
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*Comandante de la ZODI-32 acompañó gala de la final de Corazón Llanero en Barinas* **Fueron seleccionados dos niñas y dos niños, quienes representarán a la región en el festival nacional. *Prensa ZODI-32* En aras de fomentar y apoyar la cultura en el semillero de la Patria, el Comandante de la Zona Operativa de Defensa Integral N°32 GD José Rafael Serrano Gotera, acompañó la gala de la audición final de Corazón Llanero en el estado Barinas. En el evento que se llevó a cabo en el estacionamiento del Gimnasio Cubierto en la ciudad capital de la entidad, participaron 24 niños y niñas de los 12 municipios, quedando seleccionados cuatro pequeños para representar a la región en el festival nacional en Caracas. Durante la actividad, se contó con la presencia de la segunda vicepresidenta de la Asamblea Nacional, diputada Iris Varela y los alcaldes bolivarianos Rafael Paredes, Salvador Guerrero, Alexander Camacho y Pedro Misael Moreno de Barinas, Antonio José de Sucre, Alberto Arvelo Torrealba y Arismendi, respectivamente, entre otras autoridades. El GD Serrano Gotera felicitó a Edgaris Golindano, Joahsil Fernández, Ricardo Quiñones y Vicente Manrique por haber sido los ganadores de esta audición, quienes con su talento de la canta criolla obtuvieron la mayor votación de la Mesa Técnica. Destacó que seguirán apoyando estas iniciativas para enaltecer nuestro folklor, en cumplimiento a las instrucciones del Comandante en Jefe de la Fuerza Armada Nacional Bolivariana Presidente Nicolás Maduro Moros; el Ministro del Poder Popular para la Defensa GJ Vladimir Padrino López; el Comandante del Ceofanb, GJ Domingo Antonio Hernández Lárez y el Comandante de la REDI Los Llanos, MG Santiago Alejandro Infante Itriago. https://www.instagram.com/p/CcMF4mMJLE7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Now I’m just imagining Caro and Mac started dating bc Caro emailed him like “hi I have determined you are the appropriate level of hot to date me and therefore I’m sending you our date itenirary, please see attached document which also has my address and color swatches that won’t clash w my outfit. See you at 7 xoxo”
it would be like that except mac doesn’t check his email or would delete it as spam and Caro would have to print her itinerary and colour swatches for him or catch his attention by beating him at call of duty and yelling at him to respond to her email over voice chat.
what you’ve just described is calvin @ edward except it would be written like
“I have (regrettably) determined you are the appropriate level of hot (unfortunately) to date me (amazingly), please see attached document which outlines the lowering of my standards and instructions on picking up a suit I have ordered for you so you don’t embarrass me at the rotating restaurant on the tower I’ve made reservations for”.
(edward either ghosts him or sends a canned auto-reply but picks up the suit)
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I felt romantic, it's time to do more stuff of my aus tut
#my artwork#not that easy au#Final Fantasy#ffvi#final fantasy vi#edgar roni figaro#edgari#mari stella blackmoon#mari stella del norte marquez#my ocs
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