obscure, plain and little

Summer Nights, no 18, 1985

Renfri sketch request

think

plan

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execute

Costume appreciation series: The Great Gatsby (2013) dir Baz Luhrmann

Morning ✨(finally finished colouring this piece from inktober last year! So happy with the result 😭)

@lit-society book fair 1: classics + les miserables

“Cause these plates they smash like waves,

 And the wine stain hides the tears,

 Don’t you realise? They’re just battles cries, dear” 

one night jaskier found him in an alley behind the tavern jaskier had been hired in for the night, holding a gloved hand out to a cat huddled in the dark. it was injured– jaskied didn’t know how badly, just that it was. after geralt moved past him with a grunt, refusing to acknowledge what jaskier had just seen, jasker stripped off his doublet and scoped up the cat, swaddling it in the green fabric. it was tiny, shivering, and smelled horribly, and jaskier held it so close to his chest he could feel its fluttering heartbeat.

when he brought it to their room at the inn geralt claimed to be angry with him, but jaskier could see the want in his eyes.

‘go on,’ he said. ‘touch her.’

‘cats don’t like me.’ geralt said, but he pulled off a glove and extended a hand anyways. the cat looks up at him with tired eyes so golden they rivaled geralt’s, and bumped its head against his hand. anyone else would have missed the soft, sharp inhale of breath as geralt ran calloused fingers across its head, but jaskier didn’t