#(send me asks)

[pink-pr1ncess]

treat me like a princess and fuck me like you hate me 💞

[pink-pr1ncess]

since I just hit 1000 followers ( I'm so honoured oh my fjdjxdksjdkd) thought I'd reveal some more stuff about me! Check my updated intro, I love you all xx

[thedemonofcat]

What if Jaskier was cursed or something, and it was not only fatal but likely to kill a whole bunch of people.

Jaskier puts out a contract with a stipulation: "Not Geralt of Rivia".

It's not because of the mountain. As hurt as Jaskier still is, he has faith in Geralt's abilities and his compassion. There was no witcher Jaskier trusted more.

However, Jaskier had seen many curses. He knew his was a bitch and may very well end poorly. If that happened, Geralt would have to kill him.

And, Jaskier knew Geralt hated killing people. Especially ones he knew well. Despite any resentment Geralt may hold, Jaskier knew the wolf would be burdened by the deed. He wouldn't be able to see it as the mercy it was.

Unfortunately, the witcher who did answer the contract was one of Geralt's brothers, and he took it upon himself to write the white wolf.

The sound of hooves jolted Jaskier awake. He had been feeling increasingly exhausted ever since the curse had taken hold, draining him in ways he couldn’t fully describe. With a weary groan, he swung his legs out of bed and shuffled toward the front door.

“Let me see him,” Geralt’s voice rang out, tense and commanding.

“I will, but you need to calm down,” Eskel replied, his tone firm but understanding. The witcher Jaskier had hired to end his suffering sounded exasperated. “He’s sick, Geralt. It’s a curse, and it’s bad.”

Jaskier hesitated, eavesdropping as guilt and frustration churned in his gut. Finally, he stepped outside, interrupting the heated exchange. “Geralt, what are you doing here?”

At the sight of him, Geralt strode forward, his movements urgent yet careful. He cupped Jaskier’s face in his calloused hands, his expression softening with both relief and alarm. “I got a letter saying you were cursed,” he murmured, his golden eyes scanning Jaskier’s pallid face. “It’s alright. I’m here now. I can fix this. We’ll figure it out, and everything will go back to the way it was.”

There was a crack in Geralt’s voice, a desperation that Jaskier hadn’t heard before.

“You can’t save me,” Jaskier rasped, his voice breaking with emotion. If he weren’t so drained, he might have wept.

“I have to save you,” Geralt whispered fiercely, his grip tightening. “I have you back. I won’t lose you.”

“Just stop!” Jaskier snapped, his voice rising. Suddenly, a faint glow emanated from his skin, and Geralt’s hands jerked away as though scalded. He glanced at his palms, now marked with small, reddened burns.

Before either could fully process what was happening, Eskel stepped in, casting the Axii sign. Jaskier’s frantic breathing slowed as calm washed over him.

“You’re alright. You’re calm now,” Eskel said, his voice soothing as he gently took hold of Jaskier’s arms. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

As Eskel guided him inside, Geralt stood frozen, staring at his singed hands. His jaw tightened.

This was the curse Rience had inflicted on Jaskier: a slow, insidious burn from within, one that worsened with strong emotion. If left unchecked, the bard’s fiery outbursts could ignite into an inferno capable of devastating everything for miles.

[sawxwhxrex]

help me take them off?

[ask-jax-things]

”just going to inform you, your wish was overwritten by @askyourauntierosie”

NOOOO—

I CALL TO THEE ALMIGHTY MOE

[kandi-the-slvt]

Drooling at the thought of someone cooing me and going gentle and telling me how good I’m doing as they r@pe my little holes. Even when I’m crying and thrashing and fighting. They’re just being so gentle and caring.

[shang-qinghuas-naptime]

What hour is the most optimal for nap-times? Is it teg afternoon, evening, or some other hour of the day?

We at An Ding have a pending poll that shall be run to ask the question to the Cang Qiong masses at large.

In the meantime! Enjoy this adorable naptime propaganda cuteness!! Did you know this is optimal hampsters puddle cuddle happiness??

[st4rrzynight]

SAE-BYEOK IS ALIVE (i yell as they drag me into a white padded room)

[thisplacecanburn]

Happy new year! 😙

[anonfoxsblog]

Happy Sunday 🎀💖

Hope all my lovely friends are doing ok! I’m feeling so under the weather today🤧it’s been a rough night and not in the way I like it 😩

if I’m late replying it’s because I’m resting up trying to get better

In other news my toys are finally going to be re-delivered (finally!!) should have them this coming (cumming) week 😉

Feel free to send me some asks or confessions to brighten up my day 💖🎀💕🥰 I’d love to get to know y’all better

[pink-pr1ncess]

need reassurance that I'm still pretty and housewife material even if I'm not wearing my pretty lingerie xx

[star-ia]

your art is so stunning and vibrant! I only recently started playing Inscryption and I love your fan art!

What is your interpretation of Leshy like?

(💖 have a great day! And happy recent new year. :3)

OMG TY! You’re so sweet! And happy New Year to you too! :3

Here’s my version of Leshy!

I like thinking of Leshy like a silly (sometimes grumpy) old man who just wants to mess with people. I used to like the idea of human legs on Leshy, (the old version of him is, like, at the bottom of my page lol) but I’ve since then subscribed to the “Satyr Leshy” notion lmao. I hope you like it!! and KEEP THE ASKS COMING PLEASE I NEED SUGGESTIONS BAD

[thedemonofcat]

As a starving artist in a large city, Jaskier naturally took the bus. He would usually listen to music and people watch on his commute to work; however, his routine has changed.

He had acquired a nemesis of sorts. Or, perhaps more accurately, an antagonistic flirtation?

You see, he bumped into a man one day, and said man made a snarky remark about Jaskier's shirt. Not one to stand insult, Jaskier snapped back. They continued like that until Jaskier reached his stop, and they've maintained a snarky back and forth everyday since.

Jaskier wasn't sure when these exchanges started to feel more like banter than oneupmanship. Maybe once the actually-quite-handsome man snorted at one of Jaskier's comments.

There was one day though when Jaskier didn't feel up to their usual banter. He had been rejected from another potential gig, and the person judging him had been rather cruel about it. He felt raw and sensitive.

So raw and sensitive that when the man made a comment about "losing his whiny voice", he started crying.

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Geralt fucked up!

He tried to make a jab at the pretty man like they usually did, but he was crying! Fuckfuckfuck! Geralt didn't mean it! He thought it was like talking with his brothers: like verbally play wrestling.

Had he really been hurting this pretty man's feelings the whole time?!?

"I'm sorry," Geralt stammered, clearly panicking. "Please, don't cry."

"It's fine," Jaskier said, brushing away the tears from his eyes, which were undoubtedly red and swollen. "I didn’t get the gig."

"That's why you're crying?" Geralt asked, his tone perhaps coming off harsher than intended.

"Yes, I’m crying because I didn’t get the job," Jaskier admitted. "They only offered it if I agreed to sleep with the club owner. And honestly, with how close I am to being homeless, maybe I should have."

"Don’t," Geralt interrupted firmly. "Your voice is too beautiful to waste on someone like that. Who cares if some big shot doesn’t recognize it?"

“You think my voice is nice?" Jaskier whispered, surprised. Before Geralt could respond, the bus jolted forward, sending Jaskier tumbling right into Geralt’s lap.

"I’m Geralt of Rivia," Geralt said, for some reason choosing this moment to introduce himself to the captivating stranger.

"Julian Pankratz," Jaskier replied with a soft smile. "But most people call me Jaskier."

[sawxwhxrex]

kiss me

[ask-jax-things]

Hey jaxy sweety. Came by with your siblings to say hi to Jax jr

((F#cking finally 🤣))

Oh, hi Ayuda *turns around* JAX JUNIOR GET YOUR A$& IN HERE YOURE BEING SUMMONED

[perfectlysunny02]

6. “Shit, shit, shit, you’re okay, it’s okay…”

“Shit, shit, shit, you’re okay, it’s okay…” Tommy says as Evan loses what little he ate for breakfast over the side of the bed. It's not much, so it isn't long until Evan's painfully dry-heaving. "I know. I know baby, I know it hurts. It's okay. It'll be over soon."

Luckily, the world doesn't make Tommy Kinard a liar.

"Here's some water, sweetheart, here you go. It's okay."