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Reblog if you think fanfiction is a legitimate form of creative writing.
Oddly specific. Got a deposit for 6,837 today
fuck it, i never ever do those “reblog for X, this one really works!” posts, but this one doesn’t have any of that BS, this is just straight up wishing us good things; and then the comment doesn’t even say any of that either. Zero claims on this post, all positive vibes
May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love
Vampires can evade detection by the senses, and no divination magic works on us. Even the most precise megascope would be useless…
Geralt Dad Mode activated.
Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, better known simply as Regis, was a very powerful higher vampire, and more than four hundred years old when he first met Geralt of Rivia. He was the barber-surgeon of Dillingen. He was very well educated and could be considered a polymath, knowing about many different subjects.
Tada!
✨️ Shani Regis ✨️
It's lore acurate cause they are boath doctors uwu
Even a stern witcher needs a moment's caress, no matter how he grumbles. It’s like stroking your cat, which at first resists, and then itself reaches for the need for affection.
— Regis, don't. I kill monsters, I am a formidable dangerous witcher. — Excuses, my dear. Tactile contact tends to be a catalyst for the release of hormones - in this case, the "endorphin" hormone. And I feel like this is happening. People need touch from those they trust. My company reassures you, Geralt, my touches remind you that the "dangerous witcher" is just a sham concept. — Okay. Good.
"i repeat and emphasize – the myth was created alongside ancient campfires" said while sitting around. a campfire. OK mister humanity
[This idea has been rattling in my brain and I had to share it.]
I know we all love the ‘humans are space orcs’ concept… but imagine, onboard the new ship they’ve been assigned to, the human meets an actual space orc. A massive monster… fangs and tusks and scars and a battle-hardened stare, looming over all the other life forms on the ship in its thick indestructible armour it refuses to remove. It barely drinks, it doesn’t need sleep, its massive shoulders are heavy with the terrible things it has experienced. Compared to the squishy & delicate human body, this thing is a walking tank.
… Except instead of hating/ignoring one another, the human and the monster start bonding over both coming from death planets. The human is excited to find a life form who doesn’t quiver with fear at the vague description of a jellyfish and the monster is ecstatic to meet someone who understands the feeling of being bitten by a qua’lem (cats are pretty close). They sit together and compare dangerous animals and locations as the other aliens look on in confusion and fear… oh, you also have dense jungles of deadly hidden predators, boiling acid lakes, tamed predatory killers, and areas with horrendously high and low temperatures? Sick!!
It doesn’t take long before the two of them become totally inseparable. The human loves not feeling like some kind of crazy outsider and the monster is overjoyed they’ve finally found an equal in this unkillable marshmallow.
Monster: When I was a youngling, a grol-lik stung straight through my armour. The pain lasted for approximately 16 human hours. Human: Oh yeah man, I get that. As a kid I got a wasp stuck in my shirt. It stung me like four times, it was awful, and all my cousins just laughed at me… Monster: [using their arm screen to research human courting methods] I see.
Not quite an ‘Orc’ per-se, but eh, close enough. See here giant spiky Deathworlder simping for tiny shouty Deathworlder.
This art is amazing and makes it so much better.
no art cuz im down with the sickness (cold). take this geralt
You know what? Let your OCs be overpowered and super hot. It’s not cringe, it’s good for the mental health.
“We are blood brothers. We are connected by bonds that people never dreamed of.”
A very famous moth, the African death's head hawkmoth :) Named after the skull shape on their back, though honestly i dont care about the skull, i care about the fact that they can SQUEEK!!!
I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
Popular culture was robbed when it was decided that Dracula turns into a bat when it is allegedly actual authentic Romanian folklore that vampires can turn into these.