#inkstained

[inkstainedwounds]

"Devotion is unnecessary, dear."

"And yet, I want to show you so terribly, Rectoress."

Her eyes had always held fascinating depths, for Yennefer. They had seemed like a reflection of ice for too long, but it had only been because she had had no idea where she should have been looking. Because emotion was hidden in the blue of her gaze, hidden so badly that the moment Yennefer noticed it the first time, she never could stop.

Tissaia had said 'mages like us', years ago. And Yennefer had finally seen it all. Regret, pain, guilt, sadness, annoyance - most often directed at her, Yennefer knew too well how to annoy the rectoress. But so rare was unbridled joy and affection.

So Yennefer made it her mission to find that look in the bluest eyes on the continent as often as she could.

Because Tissaia was loved, so loved by her. And, as such, Tissaia deserved the kind of devotion, love, that could bring forth unbridled joy.

(So this is not perfect. It is indeed my first ever attempt at Yennaia, but any art I make will never be perfect in my eyes either, so feel free to gorge upon what I made.)

[winged-rabbits]

Yuri banners/dividers for whatever you wanna use em for ^_^

F2U

Credit appreciated but not req — just don’t claim as ur own.

[horationed]

i really like this one, it’s probably the most personal poem i’ve ever written :””)

[eleilinnrallin]

So there is the potential I could get a tattoo at the end of this summer. And I'm quite excited.

It won't be the sword one. That one's going to be fairly big, and since it's more important to me I'd like to have gone through the process of planning and getting a tattoo at least once. Also it'll be 'spensive and I do Not have the budget for something big that will take a long time. Plus... visible... not the best at the school I'm at rn. xD

But I wanna get something small, somewhere easy to hide but that I can choose to have visible. I'm poking at ideas for what and where rn but sljdslkdflfsdjkljd exciteeee.

(Once I have an idea of when I'll be in town, finished work, and have time, plus what I want where, I'll likely poke around at some of the studios nearby. There's one whose art is fantastic, but a very particular style. Others I'd also need to poke around too.)

[finitesun]

[cynosurechars]

[mocha-vibes]

Nebby in her casual outfit

[angel-of-stagelights]

Theatre Gothic

You only intend to memorize your own lines, but soon the lines of your co-stars begin to drift through your head as you go about your routine. Scenes play in vivid detail over and over as you try to sleep. You cannot think without stage directions.

“All theaters are haunted” one of the ensemble members says. You know they are joking, but you swear you can’t remember what character they play, or having seen them backstage before.

You start to take your costume off, only to find that your regular clothes look strange and dated. Did you get them mixed up? Your costume and your regular clothes are starting to blur together. It’s hard to look at either for very long. You’re not sure you can tell the difference anymore.

Your friend asks if you can come over. You can’t, you have rehearsal. Your sister asks if you want to get coffee and catch up. You can’t, you have rehearsal. Your roommate calls to ask if you’re ever coming home. You can’t, you have rehearsal.

Tech week starts. The only words you are allowed to say are, “thank you, dark”. On the third day, the dark says “you’re welcome”.

A child asks you for help getting into their costume. It’s period, from the mid 1800s. You oblige. As they say thank you and run upstairs, you remember that the show you’re putting on doesn’t have any children in it. The show you’re putting on is set in 1995.

A member of the supporting cast came into rehearsal ten minutes late last week. He and the stage manager walked into the break room for a talk. Only the stage manager emerged.

You stumble upon the chorus in one of the wings, standing in a tight circle around a pool of dark liquid, chanting something you can’t quite make out. You are about to ask what they are doing, but before the question leaves your lips, they say, “warming up” in perfect unison. You are smart enough to nod and move on.