couple of commissions for @uteddy!! :D
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couple of commissions for @uteddy!! :D
never kill yourselves guys
Ruh-roh
It's getting warmer
That means sweater weather is almost over
Which means it's almost short sleeve time
😀...
Y'all I am royally f*cked
happy saturday silly geese we made it to colorado 🫶 watched sinners on the plane (so good!!!) and got to work on my knitting a good bit. now time to find an in-n-out and start relaxinggggg
FINALLY GETTING A THERAPIST
YESSSSSSSSSS - listen, Khaotung is one of the few GMMTV artists that can carry a tune…so, I’m seated!
Let’s go!!!!
Source: Jojo’s Twitter
01/11/2024
I FINISHED ON TIME!!! HALF AN HOUR LEFT
CELEBRATION FOR ERROR'S BIRTHDAY!! AKA BLORBO DAY
(I think Tumblr killed the quality with this one, so please click to see it properly!)
carry what i need to carry - 10/10
at last, an epilogue to my ciri/everyone trauma exploration fic
that's all! that's it! may you continue to heal from the things that you still carry with you and allow yourself some time to rest.
excerpt
It would be easier for Geralt and Yennefer if she never saw them again, if she fetched Kelpie and disappeared into some distant future. She knew they must still picture a little girl when they thought of her, mourning the absence of the child Ciri had not been for a very long time. “The wine’s half-decent,” Jaskier went on. “Oh and the countryside’s awfully scenic, if you’re into that sort of thing. The rolling hills and all that. Anarietta and I are on the outs again or I’d visit more often. If I had the handy ability to nip in and out in a blink, well on the one hand, she may not have caught me with– ahem, well, I would visit far more often.” Ciri picked at a loose thread on the quilt tucked around her body. Plucking the thoughts from her drink-addled brain felt cumbersome and tedious. She had little practice with the sort of vulnerability that did not end in shared pleasure. And even wholly nude in another's arms, had she ever allowed a lover to know the most despicable parts of her?