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sry bout your breakdown but "kojima retweeted my artwork" rly isn't a basis for acting like your theories and takes are canon or better than everyone else's..................
learn to read 😀 when did i ever say they were yall are the ones getting on my ass for staying in my own fucking lane being appreciative of a game i love and ALL of its characters outta nowhere GTFO absolute fucking loser shit
Is your real name Easter?
yes my dad misspelled the name my mother meant to give me when he reported my birth and instead of dealing with the hassle of dutch bureaucracy they decided to just run with it. emblematic of my upbringing honestly, provided i was telling you the truth just now
It makes me sad that Tim had to write that Facebook reply. He works hard to create characters and stories that we can fall in love with and then all it takes is one poorly received storyline and he’s flooded with hate and angry messages.
Sure, I personally don’t like the storyline either and my heart breaks for TK, but i’m not gonna go and make the actors/crew members feel shitty for it. These people are human and they have a lot of viewers that they are trying to please, all with different feelings and opinions about the show and it’s characters.
There are better ways to express yourself and people should think about this before they publicly post anything.
Yeah, it does suck the reaction that this storyline is generating. I agree fans should never take their hate to the actors and the producers and writers. I think a lot of people really are not understanding of this storyline and cannot get passed their own POV of what they think the story should be. Since it is a storyline they did not want they think hating on it and messaging him about it is going to change his mind about the whole thing. This storyline was to give us more of Carlos backstory and that is what people have been begging for. Last thing I hate when there is a multiple arc and people just hate it after the first couple episodes like we have 2 more episodes to go now 1. I think the last episode is going to be the best because we get to see the roles flipped worried TK and Carlos trapped and needs help.
For the mun: Thor and loki arr truly odinsons, they get so weird abt their god titles xD
"I AM A GOD"
They got it from their father Odin.
is it just me or does anya chalotra look like a totally different person in those promo photos?????? esp the one where she is wearing that black eye mask
i think it's mostly cause of the wig! it's longer and styled different, hair and hairstyles can really alter the way some features of the face are perceived, especially in static pictures! i think she looks incredible and i'm sure seeing her in action in the show will get rid of some of the dissonance.
Lavender’s Blue
A/N: I y’all! Today marks the beginning of my vacation and hopefully I’ll be able to flex some creative muscles. Here’s my first official attempt at a Jaskier x reader blurb. Thank you sweet anon for your request!!!! I picked a song from Cinderella (2015) - hope you like it :’)
Can you write a drabble for jaskier x fem!reader who has a similar personality to Gerald so he doesn't think she can sing but then he hears her sing and it's absolutely beautiful?? Thank you so much
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“I am begging you to sing another song,” you spat, as Jaskier launched into his fifth round of Toss a Coin.
“I told you to ignore him, Y/N. Any attention is positive with this one,” Geralt grumbled, tugging lightly on Roach’s reins to ride by your side in order to be heard over the bard’s voice.
“…oh, valley of plenty!”
“Argh! I’ll kill him, Geralt, kill him!” you said, shouting the latter part of the sentiment back at Jaskier, who was, as Geralt predicted, revelling in the fact that you were addressing him at all.
“I take requests, my dear Y/N!” he sang out, riding up to your flank before leaning over to add with a wink, “Just name the tune.”
“I want silence, Jaskier,” you said icily, “and don’t wink at me, it’s creepy.”
“Wow,” he whistled lowly and wiggled his brows flirtatiously, “testy when you’re flustered aren’t you?”
“Jaskier,” Geralt warned, shooting his friend a stern look.
The bard huffed and lightly strummed at his lute in silence, earning a sigh of relief from both you and Geralt.
As you rode, you allowed yourself to get lost in the sounds around you – the horses hooves on the dirt road, the birds singing softly around you, and the rustle of leaves above you on the trail. It was so peaceful that you couldn’t help yourself from tipping your chin up to the sky to bask in the sun’s warmth, sighing contently. Your horse knew the trail well enough for you to close your eyes, with your head still tilted back, and fully relax into your saddle.
All the while, Jaskier continued to strum lightly on his lute, cycling through a few chords of a song before switching to another. Curious about the bard’s apparent indecisiveness, Geralt cast a quick glance over his shoulder, rolling his eyes at the sight.
Jaskier was watching you intently, his eyes soft and his mouth slightly agape, as he played, trying to find a song that you’d enjoy. Whenever he saw you smile, he played that song a little longer. When swayed in your saddle a little, he’d play that song a little louder.
He was about to switch to a pluckier tune when, to everyone’s surprise, you began to hum.
Eyes wide, now grinning fully, Jaskier played a little louder, completely in awe as your humming turned to song.
“Let the birds sing, dilly, dilly, and the lambs play We shall be safe, dilly, dilly, out of harm's way
Lavender's green, dilly, dilly, lavender's blue If you love me, dilly, dilly, I will love you”
As you sung out the last line of the chorus your eyes met Jaskier’s and for a moment you felt lighter than air. There was a magic in that moment, as your voice played off the lute in perfect key.
“Oh fuck,” sighed Geralt, hanging his head low. “Now I’ve got two bloody bards on my hand, eh?”
The magic in the air shattered around you.
“NO! No, no, no-no, no,” you sputtered, feeling a deep blush creep from your chest up to your hairline.
“Don’t be modest, my dove, you have a beautiful voice!” Jaskier said in astonishment, unable to keep himself from gushing.
“No – Jaskier! That didn’t happen, okay? Nothing happened!”
“Wha – we shared a moment, Y/N!” he beamed, reaching to grab hold of your hand, “please, sing for me?”
His touch sent a shock of electricity up your arm and you felt your blush grow even deeper. Against the insane desire in your body screaming to never let his hand go, you pulled your hand free. “No! I can’t sing Jaskier, I’m not singing.”
“I won’t tell,” he promised in a whisper, leaning closer to you, “if you sing with me, it can be our secret.”
You couldn’t help but smile at him. He looked so boyishly keen; his features soft and warm as he looked up at you through his thick lashes.
“Deal,” you mouthed, “thank you.”
I miss Unar so much, I need art ending for DanYok 😭😭😭 Pretty please P'Nuchyyy 🥺
Gooood imagine them painting a mural together!!!!!!! 😫
Them combining their art styles, painting each other, creating a piece that's entirely them and tells of their journey together, or maybe it's about their hopes for the future. That would be so lovely 🥺
will you do another HBP missing moment? Didn't think I stopped smiling while reading the last one! <3
Harry couldn’t stop laughing, his face starting to ache from all the smiling. He clutched his broom to steady him despite the sheen of tears that momentarily blinded him.
Ginny zipped past, her fiery hair whipping after her like a dazzling ribbon. She flashed him a grin that set his insides alight.
Without Dean, Ginny seemed to shine brighter, in full swing of her hilarious imitations, all while executing plays with Katie and Demelza flawlessly. Without Dean, Harry didn’t feel guilt that he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. And without Dean, Harry kept getting hit by Blunders.
But it was worth it.
His heart felt free, a released Snitch fluttering its wings against his ribs. Laughing with the team, bantering with her, flying with her. Every moment was exhilarating, allowing him to bask in her presence without any worries. It felt like the summer at the Burrow, except better — better now that he knew the source of the sunshine pulsing in his veins.
Ginny, Ginny, Ginny.
“Ginny!” Coote cheered when she scored once more. He held out a hand to her, which she readily high-fived. “Nice one!”
“Thanks!” She shot him a smile before speeding off to regroup with the other Chasers.
The monster in Harry’s chest snarled as he watched Coote gaze after her, a dreamy look on his face. Apparently Harry was not the only one who had noticed how brightly Ginny was shining.
Though, admittedly, perhaps he had taken longer than most.
“Hey!” Harry yelled. Coote turned, clearly guilty. “Eyes on the — oomph!” Sharp stinging pain shot up his left side. “Bludger…”
“Sorry Harry,” Coote said sheepishly as he flew after the offending Bludger.
“Something distracting you, Captain?” Ginny asked. Harry grinned over at her, already feeling the pain pale in comparison to the swell of cheer at her voice. “Or are you finally doing you job?”
“If Coote had been paying attention, I wouldn’t have gotten hit,” he said, trying to be serious despite the way his lips automatically quirked upward.
She screwed up face, self-conceited and furious, pretending to wave a bat. “You’re not setting a great example!”
Laughter spilled out of his lips before he could stop it.
Oh God, she was being McLaggen!
“Oi!” Ron shouted from across the pitch. “Practice going on, people!”
It wasn’t until later, when Harry was in a besotted daze under the stream of steady hot water, trying to think of ways to catch Ginny alone, when he felt a twinge pain in his lower back. He had quickly toweled down and pulled a shirt over his head when he caught the enticing scent of flowers.
“Hey Harry, you really got whooped by that Bludger earlier today. Are you all right?”
“Oh, I’m sure it’s fine,” he said, feeling buoyed by the fact that she remembered. “Certainly not worse than a bat to the head.”
Ginny laughed, much to his delight. “Want me to take a look?”
He glanced across the changing room, where Ron was busy chatting with Katie. Finally, a moment alone!
“Oh, er — yeah, okay,” Harry said, heat rushing to his face. He pulled up the edge of his shirt so she could see the bruise on his back. He held his breath as she stood behind him, tantalizingly close.
Her fingers brushing against his skin sent shivers up his spine.
“Sorry, did that hurt?” She drew back her fingers. “It must be worse than it looks.”
“No — I mean. A bit, it’s nothing.” Harry tried to shrug in what he hoped was a casual way.
“I have the twins’ bruise removal paste if you like,” she said, her breath tickling his neck. At the sound of her moving away, he glanced over his shoulder to see her rummaging in her locker, letting his eyes linger on how her darkened, damp hair contrasted with her skin.
“Thanks,” Harry said, quickly looking away as his pulse started to pick up. Longing surged in him. “Actually — it’s a little hard to reach. Do you, do you think you could…?”
His heart thundered in his ears, his face beginning to flush he waited on bated breath for her reply.
“Give it here, Ginny. I’ve got it, Harry.” Ron said, suddenly appeared by his side with the small jar of bruise paste.
“Hope it helps,” Ginny said brightly before turning away.
Harry gritted his teeth in a forced smile at his best mate. “Thanks, Ron.”
“Anytime,” Ron said cheerfully, starting to slather the paste on Harry’s bruise. “All good?”
“Yep,” Harry said, catching Coote striking up a conversation with Ginny in the corner of his eye. He resisted the urge to slam his locker. “Never better.”
For the umpteenth time, Harry wondered if he really needed Felix’s help with Voldemort.
