When an artist gets a bit carried away with the "tiny, totally not detailed art" for a meme.

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a night out... hmm...

i wanted a nice little sketch of my updated succubus headcanon, and when i finished that, i didn't want her to be lonely, so i added regis... and then i felt angoulême would be close by, so i added her as well

though, when i added angoulême, i was reminded of something

For the 'horny' prompt, becuase I simply cannot resist a good pun.

What is your take on art? Is there a form of art you enjoy the most, either paintings, sculptures, literature, architecture? What part of it evokes strong emotions from you? Is there an artist you admire? Say my name or I'm going to throw a tantrum.

NATANIS We enjoy all art that conveys a passionate feeling at its core. It is like a jam tart for any succubus; we can't live by the pastries alone, but it gives our voracious hearts a delicate repose.

My lambkin of a sister prefers doleful love ballads and poesie courtoise, while my horns and heart are truly tickled by...fireworks. And any painting that has fireworks in it! Both of us adore pageantry, for it usually boasts many clever masks and fanciful dresses. Grievously, a maiden can't visit all festivities herself, but that's where tinted engravings come to the rescue. Our longing gaze travel through the whole continent, from Nilfgaard to Poviss ( ah, their new crab-claws shade makes my mouth water! ). We are dutifully subscribed to any Galerie des Modes et Costumes that can reach Toussaint. Thanks to our wise and learned Royal Sangbonbon many do! Some costumes from the Dreamveil seduced the audience from abroad via the plates, and we almost danced our hoofs off in joy! Besides, it's nourishing to meet a sangbonbon, who can appreciate both your kisses and your dress. We enjoyed being drawn for the fashion plates very rather much ( although, Nissa took my place most of the time, for my hoofs were too fidgety to stay still ). Thankfully, our fair Duchy can boast many an occasion to dance and marvel at the beauty, even without the glimpses from abroad. Masquerades, tourneys, our Belovedness the Duchess' Birthday revelry, The Festival of the Vat. No wonder, that poetry and fine arts flow in Beauclair as freely as wine. Being cultured succubi, we appreciate its higher forms no less fervently. Of the painting we adore trompe l'œil genre most of all. Ah, it deceives the eye so cleverly! The Dreamveil can boast several on its walls, as well as two portraits, that hold our greatest secret plainly for all to behold. See, everyone is assured that it depicts the same lovely visage, when in truth it is I and Nistana! Almost at every corner of Beauclair there is statue of such a tempting shape, that you risk mourning to be born a succubus. Even cold marble awakes hunger. Be it due to the likeness or the love of the artist, that was fed to the work, we haven't decided for sure. Talking about sculptures...was it you, mistress van Bredevoort, who worked upon the historical pageantry of the last year, dedicated to our glorious and heroic sangbonbon of old, Reginald d'Aubry? We adored the scenery that represented his paramour dying in his arms so! Our poor hearts were ready to burst, so believable, terrible and beauteous it was!

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Rules: We would like to ask you to recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is "most popular" and 2 that are "hidden gems”!

Most popular

You know, for a while there it was one of my Cyberpunk short fics but I can finally say that my love The Swallow of Novigrad has finally surpassed them. (87164 k, no real pairings apart from some Ciri/Morvran flirting and Keira/Lambert. Recommended if you want a story about Ciri learning the costs and possibilities of being empress)

Hidden Gems

(Honestly I think my Kingdom Come: Deliverance fics qualify as these but then again they're written for a very small fandom...)

You cannot go home again (again) (1445K, V/Judy), is probably the most underrated of my two Cyberpunk 2077 fics and while it doesn't quite hold up in the end I still like its look at the corpo mentality.

Were Paths lead (9057 K, Eskel/Natanis the succubus, Geralt/Yennefer) is probably some of my best short fiction writing. Read if you like witcher bros being brothers, Toussaint landscapes, food porn and abit of romance.

tagging @andordean, @herbalina-of-yesteryear, @squiddviscous, @brujahinaskirt, @do-androids-dream-ao3acc and anyone else who feels up to it!

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🦄 POV I'd like to try

Can't think of any TBH, although with that weepy song I sent you, maybe Cerys...?

I've done Ciri, Cahir, Geralt, Regis, Dijkstra, Tankred, Natanis the succubus, Emhyr.

I just realised I've never written Yen, huh. Something to ponder.

✍️ Which stat matters most to you (if at all!): subscriptions, kudos/favorites, comments, bookmarks, word count, or hits?

Comments by a mile. Sharing my writing is to me an invitation to a discussion; it's having people sit over by my fire and share stories. It's creating a community, it's exchange of thought, of ideas. Most of my stories are personal, so hearing how they resonate with others is what makes sharing them worth it.

Thank you! 💕

😷Do you have any weaknesses that could challenge your lifespan?💗Is there one mortal in your life you will never forget? 🤡How do you deal with avoiding suspicion while living forever?. 🙄How do you handle boredom and monotony?

Do you have any weaknesses that could challenge your lifespan?

"Fine Arts." "Orphans."

How do you deal with avoiding suspicion while living forever?

Change of a name is a necessity and yet, compared to the chores of changing houses, is a pleasant one, as it gives a spin to Orianna's wit. One might say the cultured vampiress is toying with a perilous thrill of being discovered by some observant and heedful individual, for all her aliases have a theme of 'dawn' in common. Due to her duties towards Unseen Elder, Orianna never leaves Toussaint for long, the only exception being her brief leaves of absence, once she needs to fake her death ( sometimes they are combined with visiting her athumicas or her "children" ). The sun-eyed vampiress might pretend to enjoy a breath of freedom, yet something other than duty always pulls her back to Toussaint. The excuse of glamour and extravagant herbal baths - some say, the mistress of Mandragora uses priceless wine to preserve her beauty - can sustain her ruse only for a certain amount of years. Mages in the witcher can live up rather long, with their looks intact ( Hen Gedymdeith, the oldest sorcerer, around 500 years old, is described as "a middle aged but vigorous man"). However, Orianna prefers not to don a disguise of a sorceress, for the unavoidable pitfalls such pretense brings ( vampires are immune to magic ).

more on the topic of names can be read here

How do you handle boredom and monotony?

"That is the luxury I am deprived of," offers the sun-eyed in a languorous, velvety voice.

Some scholar once wrote that the land, in accordance with the traditions of yore, takes the traits of its ruler. Thusly, the Duchy of Toussaint for all its peaceful and languid facade offers many challenges and unexpected caprices. Just like Anna Henrietta.

Just when her fangs begin to itch, something unfailingly happens. Either the Ducal Crown Jewel appears on her doorstep out of thin air, the duchess founds a corpse ( of a talented singer of Orianna's deftly picked brood, to add the poison to the bloodstream ) at Mandragora, one of her children writes to her that his medical career was a white lie and he became...well, a head of an undercover mercenary group, to put it politely. The duchess declares a birthday masquerade where everyone must dress as a monster, her petite seamstress gets into a trouble only a horned head can get into, an ex-commander of Temerian special forces turns into a werewolf and learns side by side with her orphans, Dandelion the bard is arrested right in the middle of the performance at Mandragora, Emiel Regis brings a witcher into her home, when she asked but for a still-life painting, Dettlaff unknowingly flirts with the Duchess... Can one be truly bored in Beauclair?

Is there one mortal in your life you will never forget?

"If Natanis of Dreamveil hinted at a certain infatuation, I deeply advice you not to heed her words. The maiden is far too daydreaming and severely romantic for her own good." By the Unseen, why, why did she thought that asking the vivacious succubus twins for help was a wise strategy? However, what one tells a human lover when he wonders if you are a succubus? That was a proper disguise. Proper at that time. Whom was she lying to?

❤️All the witcher pin-ups I have done by now ( Orianna, Syanna, and my beloved half-oc succubus twins - Natanis and Nistana)

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Found me a list of kisses and I've been having a grand ol' time.

It's cute and all, but mostly Dettlaff is just glad she finally fell asleep after squawling for two hours.

"I...you don't mind this form?" "I adore your batty self, my friend! You've such a sweet, earnest face-goodness, are you crying?" "I just...I'm used to humans screaming in terror, not calling me 'sweet'!" "I assure you that you are. Oh, come here, let's give your sweet face a peck."

Natanis adores him for being such a gentlebat. Her sweetest skypuppy will always have a place in her heart.

Kid!Eskel: "Aww, c'mon, it's the new year's Lamb! You gotta kiss someone." Lil!Lambert: "I WILL bite you."

Dettlaff was always a heavy hibernator. It usually took concentrated effort to get him to wake up in the spring, but Regis didn't mind-there were few things he adored more than a yawning Dettlaff.

Geralt and Regis catch up with Palmerin, and the others.

“Geralt!” It was Palmerin de Launfal and at his side was Natanis. “What a sight for sore eyes you are!”

“Palmerin.” Geralt grinned and swept the man into a hug. “Glad to see you were one of the good ones.”

“Natanis.” Regis nodded softly to the succubus, who was wearing a very modest gown in a rich emerald green that accentuated her curves marvelously.

“Ah Regis, a pleasure as always.” She purred, linking her arm with Palmerin’s once he and Geralt parted.

“We still have an hour yet.”  Palmerin scoffed, blue eyes bright with amusement. “Come, sit with us.”

*bites her cheek*

NATANIS Ah, non, non! A beloved should be measured in kisses, not in bites, Gloomyfangs! (turns the 'ravaged' cheek in for the kiss) You should think "how many kisses shall fit into this pretty succubus" not "in how many bites naught but her hoofs and horns shall remain". They are but decorations without the fete, if there is no me to wear them. Even if my horns are the most beauteous in all Toussaint!

First Line Meme

Tagged by @do-androids-dream-ao3acc, thank you!

List the first lines of your last 20 stories. See if there are any patterns and choose your favorite opening line!

So of course I’ve only actually published 8 but here goes, in chronological order (note: i don’t include the quotes in the empress Ciri fics:

1. The empress was coming to Toussaint.

(The Sins of Fathers, Witcher, Empress Ciri fic, Ciri/Morvran)

2. With a dull thud Theresa lets the last sack of flour down onto the cart. 

(Let me be your armor, Kingdom Come: Deliverance, Theresa/Henry, Henry/Hans)

3. On moonlit nights much like this one he likes to take a walk down the poplar lined road from his cottage to the old graveyards by the abandoned estate.

(The Graveyard Soliloquy, Witcher, Regiscentered genfic)

4. It was his second time wintering in Toussaint and this time he made it well in time before the snows. 

(Where Paths lead, Witcher, Eskel/Natanis Succubus with slice of Genralt)

5. The von Everec estate had been described by the Vivaldi bank agent as "somewhat rustic but charming, if a little bit run-down, with a beautiful view of Millers lake". It was in fact, thought Morvran as he gently stepped around an overgrown flowerbed, better described as one step above a ruin, a ruin that may or may not have been on fire at some point or the other and certainly not the estate worthy of a noble lord or lady.

(The Swallow of Novigrad, Witcher, my pride and joy, Empress Ciri fic)

6. It looms over the city, it's obsidian and black edifice jutting up from the city center like a colossus of old, massive in height and girth, making every other building in the city feel small, drab, unplanned by comparison. It's chrysanthemum logo shines through the smog like a second moon, it's stark simplicity of design and diamond-on-black almost mocking the garish holo's that emanate up from the city streets.

(You cannot go home again (again), Cyberpunk 2077, Corpo V genfic)

7. At Arasaka Counter-intell they teach you that every life has value, and that that value can be as meticulously calculated as the roll-out of a new phone model. 

(Love is the value of life, Cyberpunk 2077, V/Judy)

8. It is the cold that’s getting to him. The cold that the wind has blown straight through his clothes, his thick jupon and scarf, the wind that makes their (his) threadbare banners beat smartly against their lances. The cold that is sticking to the ground and covering the trees with frost while threatening to make his ears fall off below his warm hat. The ice-cold water that splatters upon his boots and hose as the horse breaks through the thin sheet of ice that covers the many pools of water on the road, oozing through his clothes. 

(The Thousand Winters of Lord Hans Capon, Kingdom Come: Deliverance, Hans centric future genfic)

So, patterns? Obviously scene setting, either by description or action seem to be important. For favourites I love the ope igns of Where paths lead and Love is the Value of Life

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Natanis: You smell like weed

Regis: I am weed