an old work in progress of a silly little redraw of the witcher illustrations but just with my hansa designs!

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an old work in progress of a silly little redraw of the witcher illustrations but just with my hansa designs!
@monarchborn from here Out of all things that could happen, Regis had never expected this. Weskham had contacted him, but since he had been worried about potential spies overhearing their conversation, he hadn't actually said much - only that it was important.
Now he was sitting on a chair by a bed that currently held a son he hadn't known existed until some hours ago. The poor boy had been in pain, so he was a bit drugged up at the moment, but apparently not enough to not ask questions.
"I believe so, dear boy," he offered, voice gentle. "I'm sure it's quite the surprise – it is for me as well, but do not worry. There is no time like the present to get to know each other," he would not turn his son away, no matter how he was conceived. He may have made an unwise choice, considering his position, but Arctus should not suffer for it.
"We will figure it out. For now, rest as much as you need. We will take care of you here.
Arctus moved stiffly in the bed, trying to sit up straight and look less pitiful. This whole situation had been embarrassing enough without looking like a little kid.
“I knew, mom said she never told you so we could stay in Altissia,” He said. “It’s good to know it was true though. I always assumed you were just a jerk and mom wanted me to think better of you.”
He sighed, and stopped himself just in time from leaning back onto the hospital bed. Having a back wound sucked.
“Will I be leaving the hospital soon? Like, at least going somewhere else to visit. It can’t be super safe for you visiting a government location in Altissia,” He said. “I know Niflhiem hasn’t tried anything with political visits yet, but they still kind of suck. And we’ll be planning to go to Insomnia too, right? Or am I gonna stay with Weskham.”
dandelion: just ask regis out already! the worst he can say is "no".
geralt: yeah, but that would be devastating
baptism of fire, tower of the swallow, lady of the lake
It's them!! The Hansa!!! I love them sm-
click open for better quality! seriously, on mobile this is so so pixelated.
I took a lot of creative freedom with this, like Cahir's armor which he abandons in BoF. I just really wanted to draw it and also couldn't come up with anything else. Geralt's boots have a silver lining for kicking monsters and Dandelion's boots have bells on them to Make Noise. Regis is purple. Milva's bow is accidentally green, don't mind that. Angouleme is small.
please blow up like my monopoly shitpost did
With @kingxlight from here
This was something he didn't expect, but he was going to use it to his advantage. Grabbing the arms of the chair, the King leans in and glares at the man as he looks him over before nodding. Good, this should work.
"You are going to stay here and away from trouble while the Emperor is here." Though he agreed to a treaty of peace, Ardyn did NOT approve, but Regis had little to no choice, and after all, he finally had a chance of revenge for Ardyn making him take a vacation, that, and no way in hell was he going to let Ardyn grab the Emperor's attention.
Ardyn rolls his eye. He doesn’t see why Regis is so against him helping! Having someone else on hand to distract the Emperor doesn’t seem like a bad idea to him after all. The old man would never be against a group of lovers after all.
“Fine! I’ll be a good boy for the treaty,” He groused. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna help later. Even if it is as simple as giving you a break from his royal loony-ness’ attentions.”
He flops his head back onto the chair and chuckles. It’s almost funny, how annoyed the king can get over people trying to help him. Even Somnus was more willing to delegate than Regis.
“You know, it’s a real shame that this is the moment you tied me up,” He joked. “I was always hoping you’d do that to me in a more romantic setting.”
@kingxlight from here Slowly unbuttoning his new beach shirt, Regis sighs as he slides it off, revealing his scare covered body. Looking down, he hears someone walk in and looks up to see Ardyn. Blushing, he finds himself unzipped, with no shoes or shoes, and his shirt gone.
"Ardyn..."
Ardyn doesn’t seem at all flustered by Regis’ half dressed state. Possibly related to him helping the man over the last few weeks of their relationship as Regis recovered from his wounds. Instead he just smile and planted a kiss in Regis’ hair, one hand lightly brushing up to his shoulder.
“Sorry to interrupt, I forgot my phone,” He said. “It’s adorable that you still blush when I walk in on you though.”
He winks at Regis than leans over to grab said phone. Hand’s brushing the former kings chest as he does so. Though quickly enough he’s out of Regis’ bubble again.
“If you need anything, let me know?”
from here with @kingxlight
Regis looks up and over at Ardyn from the bed. "... You will need a woman for that Ardyn. And last I checked, I am far from being one."
Ardyn snorted and flopped on the bed beside him.
“You’ve never heard of adoption dear one?” He said, “Not to mention it’s amazing what a little stolen clone technology could accomplish.”