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[m0ldybreadd]

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!!!💗💗💗

There’s lowkey a lot of things I forgot to add so mb😭 but I just wanted to draw smt for Valentine’s Day cause I never do💔 anyway hope y’all had a great day cause it’s already the 15th for me, but let’s just pretend it’s not and that this was posted on time

Also unrelated but related to my last post, I GOT SICK💔 and I still have to lock in for a pre-cal test, stupid sickness💔💔💔

[six-demon-bag]

one thing about me is that i cannot resist storage containers and organizing them

[joker-selfships]

Hi, Joker!! I’m not sure if you’re doing f/ovember yourself or not, maybe I’m just blind and didn’t see the post xd. So I’ll just ask you instead of Higgs. I’ve noticed you’ve mentioned twice that Higgs has no hands under his gloves. Where did his hands go, and who took them? :(

-Jath

You're absolutely right! He doesn't have any! I'm unsure if I want to do f/ovember, on one hand, I think it would be really fun, but on the other, I'm too scared of writing him out of character. I did think about doing a poll and asking you guys if I should do it, but I know all of you would just vote, yes!!

Anyway, back to the question:

Tw for death and abuse mention

Where did they go? The answer to that lies in his journal in ds1, where he wrote about his life. When he was a kid, he lived in a shelter locked away from the world. (Which is also why he might come across as odd sometimes with his behavior) his father died before he was born and his mother also didn't last so his uncle took on the role of his father. Unfortunately, his uncle was extremely abusive both physically and mentally. Eventually, this resulted in H.iggs killing his uncle in self-defense. In the d.eath stranding universe, when someone dies, their corpse goes necro.

So, H.iggs carried this uncles dead body out of the shelter to prevent an explosion, but then something happened.

He lost his hands and gained DOOMS.

So, no one really took his hands, really. It was just a side effect of him gaining DOOMS.

But hey, he can still use his hands and do fun things with mist. ^^;

[cynical-tuba]

Currently working on a new piece from a recent VTM dark ages session

[a-devious-route]

Lera Abova

400*640

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[miklii]

DID NOBODY WANT TO TELL ME IN MY SLEEPY STATE I FUCKED UP FERMÍN'S NAME ???

[veszelboy]

my baby…. Febby fabear….

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

fake title: The Stable Incident

Right, so. This one’s lemony, isn’t it? Geralt catches Jaskier up to some kinda Lewd Behaviour in a stable. They’re staying in a big city - or maybe even with some Lord, or even Jaskier’s family - and there’s more stables than there are horses and he knows Roach is in one of them but he doesn’t know, precisely, which.

So he follows the most familiar smell and opens the door and where he’s expecting to see the Best and Goodest Horse is, in fact, Jaskier down on his knees in front of the bloke who runs the stables and they both appear to be having a rather Good and Enthusiastic time and Geralt - who knows that Jaskier is into men but has never actually been presented with that fact quite so evidently - just - kinda -- oh

And he doesn’t realise that he’s frozen in the doorway, staring, until the stable master’s head snaps around and his eyes go wide and then, horror of horrors, Jaskier looks up too and Geralt fucking books it, because what else is he going to do??

That should be it. It’s nothing. It is not a Big Deal. He’s walked in on Jaskier in compromising positions before and he knows full damn well what he’s been up to when he returns to him on an evening - or a morning - stinking of sex and sweat. But that’s not it, because he can’t get that image out of his head, and he’s only ever caught Jaskier with women before, and every time he has a moment to himself all he can think is--

He wishes it had been him.

And that’s worse, that’s worse than shock, because it comes with guilt and fear and secrets and suddenly he’s looking at Jaskier in a whole new way. And Jaskier can sense it too, he knows, because he’s acting differently too, and Geralt is deeply aware of how close he is to losing the single, consistent friendship he’s got over a fucking blowjob.

It all comes to a head* after two weeks, when he receives a note saying that there’s been some incident in the stables - something about his horse - and he needs to go right away, needs to be there - and Geralt, of course, rushes down and flings open the door to the stable he was directed to and- 

It’s empty. And then he hears the door shut behind him and the bolt slide, locking him in, and he turns, slowly - because this is clearly a trap and he foolishly left his swords in the keep - to see Jaskier, and even in the darkness of the stable he can see his eyes sparkling as he steps towards him, licking his lips.