prompt by Thea @ahiveofbeesinatrenchcoat (I shall leave it to you guys to guess what the prompt is)
bonus, because I cannot draw blorbo holding a baguette without making an oui oui baguette joke
"You like pain."
prompt by Thea @ahiveofbeesinatrenchcoat (I shall leave it to you guys to guess what the prompt is)
bonus, because I cannot draw blorbo holding a baguette without making an oui oui baguette joke
"You like pain."
There is a beautiful one shot fix-it that was written by @clydethistles based on this art - find it here.
A beautiful fic from @clydethistles that everyone should read.
Reading @clydethistles's work where Yennefer is a gardener and Tissaia is a retired pianist warms my heart in 428 different ways, so I draw something based on it.
Something based on @ehay's Centaur!AU
me: just a quick doodle also me, an hour later: this is an equine slash female centaur anatomy study now
the first corpse he found around noon
i said i would be focusing on my current WIPs but lol, apparently February is the month of "distract everyone with Greek myths set in Hell." this one features Tissaia as Hades and Yen as Persephone (without the kidnapping).
i haven't touched the beginning but i've never in my life had so many headcanons develop and crawl out of so few paragraphs while actively writing them, so this was fun! what started as "the mages are the gods and use avatars to appear to their followers" became "i bet Tissaia thinks this whole situation is Rita's fault" (spoiler: it is)
anyway here is a little 500 word taste of worldbuilding and snarky tissaia+rita. as a treat. mostly for me.
Tissaia shook off the mantle of Hades like a winter cloak, rolling out her shoulders and tipping her head sideways. Even as she diminished in stature, her neck gave a satisfying pop of releasing tension. When she opened her eyes again, the view was much more familiar.
"Hear, oh gods, my desperate plea To see my love beside me"
Something based on @troiings' Orpheus backwards turned his sight
It takes the better part of two years to lie, cajole, and research her way into the land of the dead. To stand before the throne of a god whose face she does not recognise. To look him in the eye and demand Tissaia be returned to her.
Or, the Orpheus and Eurydice AU that made me cry while writing it. Cutting onions, please bring tissues. Happy femslash febuwhump.
Fandom: The Witcher Characters: Tissaia, Yennefer Ships: Yennaia WC: ~8750 Rated: T for extensive exploration of death and loss Other tags: major character death, canon compliant (derogatory), greek mythos fusion ish?
Read it here. (You will need an ao3 account. If you haven't got one, i'm happy to get you an invite)
Something from the Knight and Monarch AU, which I drew as my contribution to the Broads and Broadswords zine last year
"The wind flutters the grass around them, the slender stems of the poppies bending in the breeze, the leaves rustling above their heads. Yennefer opens her mouth to speak, and then realises that she's without words."
The final chapter of @galeaspida's And So We Fall Together (The One With The Unicorn) was updated recently and it filled me with such joyous bliss to see them under their apple tree once again, happy at last. Go read it if you haven't!
The lines:
plus a close up on the bouquet of wildflowers (I took the liberty to draw some wheat, lavender and strawflowers):
Sweater weather shenanigans
Plus the lines, before I throw colours it like an excitable squirrel:
concertmaster & conductor
'How like a winter hath my absence been from thee...'
A warm spring sunrise over English countryside landscape, featuring two lovely ladies out for an early morning stroll.
While @clydethistles Regency-period-Jane-Austen-inspired AU (Austen AU for short) Affections And Adorations did not feature any scene at sunrise, the moment I saw this photo of English countryside my mind was immediately overcome with the need to see Tissaia and Yennefer from Clyde's story over that backdrop. I can use buzzwords like mutual pining and it's about the yearning to describe the story but then it would be undermining for such a lovely work, and undoubtedly one of my favourite fics of all time. I am forever in awe at the research and thoughtfulness Clyde put into crafting it, be it either in form of the details about everyday life from the time period or of the language of the narration and conversation, be it either manifested as the graceful incorporation of Austen-esque storytelling elements and archetypes or as our author's very own endeavour to write a heart-wrenching queer love story realistic for and true to its historical period setting.
The point is: the fic was completed quite recently and you should read it, or catch up with it if you haven't, you definitely should, thank me later.
Bonus: the lines, before I throw colours all over it like an excitable raccoon on crack: