He stumbles from the woods, blood on his chin and shirt torn in ragged slashes.
"You should see the other guyโ." He grins at the reader before falling flat on his face.
โโโใ Sแดษด แดา Sแดแดสสษชษขแด ใโโโ
โ โ If yer noโ a Black One, nor a foul-tempered beast, youโll noโ find me axe to yer throat. Touch whatโs mine and Iโll skin ye the same.โ
โ โ โ ___________________________
โ โ โ โ โบ + โฅ Appreciated
โ โ ใ #OC โข #TheWitcher ใ
@rxctoress @OfLilacSorcery // No one writes him because he's black. Twitter rp has a massive problem with portraying poc's because they don't "fit their aesthetic".
โ Cirilla of Cintra โ
โณ ๐๐ง๐๐ฃ๐๐๐จ๐จ
๐๐ก๐๐๐ง ๐ฝ๐ก๐ค๐ค๐
๐๐๐ค๐ฃ ๐พ๐ช๐ ๐ค๐ ๐พ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐ง๐
โข Alternative younger version. Based from the books and the Netflix Witcher Serie. Roleplay account in the witcher verse. Descriptive. NO LEWD.
RETWEET
Jaskier felt an odd sense of deja vu rising in him as he stood up to follow the woman.
"Actually," he felt his already mused hair wobble as he shook his head like a toy with an overly large head, "I'm nearly one hundred percent sureโ."
With a grin he slotted himself into a +