#Sorry I didn't edit this

[flowercrown-bard]

Hi there ♡ Could I request a fluffy Jaskier/Eskel ficlet where Jaskier leaves little notes or poems on towns notice boards and Eskel collects them, following the trail until he comes across Jaskier again. It would be even sweeter if it was a first kiss fic.

Thank you ♡♡ feel free to tweak the idea however you like.

Thank you for the prompt!

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Witcher Wanted

Larger cities were a strange thing. Some of them were more progressive, more open towards the other and willing to treat witchers somewhat kindly. Other times, however, it was quite the opposite. More people meant a potentially bigger mob, should things go south. So when Eskel entered Novigrad, he wasn’t sure what to expect. He kept his shoulders hunched forward, so as to appear smaller and less threatening and kept his hood up to cover his scars. For the most part, people ignored him, which was better than he had hoped for. Still, the longer he went ignored, the more did the hole in his chest grow. It had been so long since he had laughed with his brothers, cuddled with his goat or melted at the sound of Jas-

No. He shook his head, stopping himself from finishing that thought. It was no use reminiscing of the times he had stumbled upon the bright-eyed bard, who looked at him without fear and did all he could to coax a smile from him, as if he didn’t even notice the way his scars would turn his happiness into a grotesque grimace. 

It was only when someone gave him a strange look, that Eskel realised that the memory alone had made the corners of his lips twitch upwards. 

He had to stop this or he would do something foolish - like abandon his usual route to head to Oxenfurt. Chances were that Jaskier wouldn’t even be there anyway. It was no use to dream about seeing him again. Eskel had to focus. There had been a reason why he had come here. Though big crowds could prove dangerous to witchers, they were also an easy target for all sorts of malevolent creatures. The year thus far hadn’t been kind to Eskel and chances were that he would find a well paying contract in the big city. 

He ignored his grumbling stomach and the ache of his tired muscles and led Scorpion to one of the notice boards. That was another thing about larger cities: There were multiple notice boards. If you didn’t find any interesting notes on one of them, you might be more lucky looking for more. 

Luck, for once, seemed to be on Eskel’s side. There, right in the middle of the first notice board he checked, hung a piece of parchment - expensive paper, flourishing writing. Clearly, the person who had written it, had coin to spare. And as it would seem, they were willing to use it to pay for a witcher’s service. 

Witcher wanted

If a witcher reads this, please come to the Bread and Butter Bakery, as soon as possible. Your assistance is dearly needed.

Eskel frowned, as he took the note off the board. He turned it around, to see if there was any more information on the back, but no. Nothing. No description of the monster plaguing the bakery, nor an estimate of what they were willing to pay for the contract. Well, maybe it wasn’t wise for a bakery to proclaim that something hairy or slimy was haunting the place where they were selling food. It was worth looking into. 

Eskel folded the parchment, put it into a pocket in his jacket and went off looking for the Bread and Butter. 

It didn’t take long to find. Soon enough, the scent of fresh bread and sweet cakes guided him towards the bakery. Eskel pressed a hand against his stomach to keep it from twisting painfully. Each step that brought him closer to the bakery made him more and more aware of how long it had been since he had last eaten. Hopefully, whatever plagued this place could be done with quickly and if he was lucky, it would pay enough for him to be able to indulge a little into the bakery’s wares. 

He pushed the door open and a little bell that hung above the entrance chimed merrily. A soft looking woman with red cheeks looked up. A strange expression crossed her face, when she took in the sight of Eskel, who made himself smaller. Her scrutinising gaze was uncomfortable, though not unkind. 

“What can I help you with?” The woman asked. 

Awkwardly, Eskel pulled out the slip of paper. 

“This says, you’re in need of a witcher?”

“Oh thank Meletile!” The baker wiped her hands on her apron. “I thought you’d never come.”

“Is the situation that dire?” Eskel asked, tensing. His eyes darted around the room and he strained his ears, but he couldn’t find anything wrong here.

“Dire?” The baker let out a strained laugh. “Dire, he says! Yes, it most definitely is.” Instead of elaborating, she hurried through the backdoor behind the counter, leaving Eskel lost and confused. After a moment, she came back, holding a bundle of something smelling like warm dough and honey. Eskel’s mouth began to water. His eyes went wide, when the baker thrust the bundle at him unceremoniously. 

“What -”

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep these warm and fresh when I don’t even know how long I’ll have to do so?” She jabbed a finger at his chest. “Next time you place an order, you better specify a time.” 

Eskel was so dumbfounded, that he forgot to protest. All he could come up with was, “I have no coin.”

The baker gave him another strange look. “So? It’s already paid for. Now, if you’ll excuse me, now that these are finally off my hands, I need to get back to my other orders.” She left again to the backroom. For a moment, Eskel simply stood there, honey cakes in hand and more confused than he had been in a long time. But there clearly wasn’t anything for him to do here, so for lack of a better idea, he left the bakery. He carefully stowed the cakes into one of Scorpion’s saddlebags - but not before taking a small bite off one of them. He closed his eyes and could barely suppress a moan as the flavour melted on his tongue. He couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten something as delicious as that. He almost ate the rest of the cakes right then and there, but he forced himself to go on. Best to get a room first, so he could sit down, rest his weary bones and savour the cakes fully. 

And in order to do that, he had to get coin first. So off to another notice board he went. And wouldn’t you know it, he found another note, written by the same hand and on the same expensive parchment. 

Witcher wanted

If a witcher reads this, please come to theFlourishing Florist, at your earliest convenience. Your assistance is dearly needed.

A creeping suspicion rose in Eskel, as he neared the small botany shop. People were going in and out, and not a single one looked unsettled at the least. No one - but the shop owner, who pressed a huge bouquet of dandelions into his hands, muttering something about how keeping such weeds around made him appear like some cheap amateur. 

Next, Eskel found a note proclaiming he needed to go to a tailor, who turned out to have been booked for the entire day, for the sole purpose of fixing any holes he might have in his clothing and provide him with a new pair of gloves.

After that, Eskel found a note that sent him to a stable, where there was a box ready for Scorpion. 

With each note he found, the harder it got to stop from smiling. He sped up his steps in his pursuit of the next notice board, when he caught sight of someone sitting by a fountain at the marketplace. The hunched over figure was clad in bright blue and hastily scribbling something down, while their tongue was sticking out in concentration. Eskel’s heart leaped in his chest and he made a strange sound that must have been louder than he had anticipated, for the figure looked up from their writing. Blue eyes widened when they landed on Eskel and the quill scratched across the parchment, splotching ink all over it. 

“No!” Jaskier scrambled to his feet. “You can’t be here!”

A pang went through Eskel’s chest at the words, but before his mind could spiral, Jaskier added, “I’ve not finished this one yet.” He waved the parchment through the air, making the still wet ink run slightly. “It’s taking forever to make all of these preparations and pay people off. You’re still supposed to be at the bakery eating! Did you not find that note yet?” With each word that was spilling from Jaskier’s lips, the warmth in Eskel’s chest grew. 

“I kept the cakes,” he said softly, though there were a hundred other things he would have rather said. He didn’t think he’d be able to find the right words for any of those things. “I wanted to make the most of them.”

“Oh.” Jaskier’s cheeks turned a lovely shade of red. “You liked the surprise then?”

At that, a laugh bubbled up in Eskel’s chest, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he didn’t feel the need to cut it off. He let it spill freely from his split lips. 

“Like it?” He repeated incredulously. “Jaskier, that - I don’t know how to thank you.”

“You don’t have to. I just - well, I hoped I could give you a little happiness.” 

Jaskier made to scratch the back of his neck. Apparently, he had forgotten about the quill he was holding, for he accidentally drew a dark spot onto his cheek.

“You do,” Eskel said, perhaps too quickly. He swallowed and almost took his words back, but then he took a deep breath and a step forward. “The flowers, the food - everything. You have no idea what that means to me.” After a moment of hesitation, he reached out and wiped gently at the smudged ink on Jaskier’s cheek. “But the greatest happiness is finding you.”

Jaskier’s lips fell open into a silent ‘Oh.’

Eskel wanted to pull his hand away, but Jaskier leaned into his touch and suddenly breaking the contact was the hardest thing in the world.

“Then I suppose, I don’t need to finish this message?” Jaskier half-joked and waved the letter he had been writing. 

A smile tugged at Eskel’s lips. “You don’t,” he agreed and cocked his head to the side. “Though I’m curious. What would that note be for?”

“A room at an inn,” Jaskier said. He turned a shade darker and averted his eyes. Nervously, he picked at the edges of the parchment. “Though I suppose, now that you’ve found me, I could just invite you to share my rooms? I have a benefactor here and my rooms are big enough for two. You don’t have to - obviously, you don’t, I just thought -” “Jaskier.” Eskel caressed Jaskier’s cheek with his thumb and Jaskier fell silent. 

“Yeah?” “I would love to share a room with you. And as much time as you’re willing to give.”

“Oh. Good.” Jaskier’s tongue darted out and it looked like he was debating something with himself. Then, he glanced back at Eskel. “In that case, though…could I change the note?” 

Confused, Eskel simply nodded and let go of Jaskier, who turned around and quickly scribbled something onto the paper. He all but thrust it at Eskel and fiddled with his thumbs. Eskel’s breath caught in his throat, as he read. 

Witcher wanted. 

That was it. Not a single word more. In fact, all the other words that had previously been written, where crossed out. 

“What does this mean? Witcher wanted?” 

“Exactly that,” Jaskier said softly, uncharacteristically shy. “And not just any witcher. You. When I heard, you were in town, I - I just wanted to spend time with you. I want you.” He looked away and tugged at some strands of his hair that had fallen into his eyes. “If you want me too, that is.” “I do.” Eskel gently took Jaskier’s chin in his hand and tilted his head until their faces were only inches apart. “Believe me, I do.” Slowly, to give Jaskier enough time to pull away, Eskel leaned in. Jaskier did not flinch back. Instead, he flung his arms around Eskel’s neck and pulled him closer, capturing his lips and sealing his widening smile with his own lips. 

Tomorrow, Eskel might make a comment about how he now could see the appeal of big cities. For now though, there was not a single thought on his mind, other than that he was finally holding his happiness in his arms, and impossibly making Jakier happy in return. 

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i don't know about this "let's build a wall" thing like. where's the sexiness? the vibes? what's the point of war if we don't even have hot people in big fuckass robots anymore

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there are so many legitimate, important reasons to protest the wall of life, but whatever it takes i guess. sure. it's not fuckable enough

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I'm a janitor at the HK shatterdome and certain two german scientists should either fuck or finally kill each other at this point, I don't care. They're always in the lab no matter the time of day so I can't avoid them and so they try to get me (the janitor) to choose sides in their domestics!! I refuse to step in that lab again and involve myself in whatever the fuck they've got going on. They'll just have to clean that shit themselves

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what if we kissed in the drift 🥺👉👈 and we were both girls 😳

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[aquanutart]

I was talking and I mentioned that I have my old Game Boy and original Pokemon cartridge. I said, "I think they still work."

I was told, "The internal batteries on the Game Boy cartridges have run out. They're all dead."

"Oh," I said, trying not to show how crestfallen I was. I felt like I was losing nerd cred for not knowing that, although I never kept up with that type of info anyway. I'm here for the fantasy and imaginative aspects of games, and tend not to follow the competitive or technical details.

I tried not to feel anything as I went home. If they were real animals, I reminded myself, I would have had to say goodbye long ago.

But like so many other people, Pokemon was my childhood. It was all I thought about and dreamed about, and the closest thing I could imagine to heartbreak was the knowledge that they weren't real. I spent nearly all my time writing longhand self-insert Pokemon fanfiction--far more than I spent actually playing the game. My Pokemon were with me in my imagination wherever I went. I started playing Pokemon Blue when I was 5, and the last time I had played it was probably when I was 9 or 10. I remembered I had turned it on again one more time after that, not to play it, but to look at my childhood Pokemon.

It was during high school, after a move overseas that completely upended my life, and I was struggling with the crushing blow of being taken away from everything I knew and trying to make sense of anything (least of all adolescence) in another language. All I wanted was to go back to childhood and have everything go back to how it was before.

Seeing my Pokemon, just as I'd left them, had comforted me. I had looked at their stats pages, taken photos of them with my digital camera (that I don't even know if I still have), and then turned it off without doing anything.

That was probably 9 or 10 years after the games came out. It had been a long time since then. I had long since taken the AA batteries out of my Game Boy Color and left it untouched. I didn't even have AA batteries anymore.

It had worked then. But now it had been 27 years... I thought about not trying to turn my cartridge back on. As long as I didn't turn it on, I could believe my Pokemon were still there, the way I remembered them.

On my day off, which happened to be Pokemon Day, I googled and read that some people on forums and Reddit were still able to play their original Pokemon games.

Then... it was possible. I went out to buy toothpaste. At the store, I asked where I could find AA batteries.

It was a big thing for me to be able to go to the store and buy things myself. When I moved at age 13, I felt like something went wrong with growing up. It was difficult to follow what people were saying, and people didn't always understand what I said either. I had been introverted even in English, but now I had enough negative experiences that I became afraid and stopped trying to talk to people altogether.

I threw myself into video games and reliving childhood memories. The internet was where I could communicate in my first language and understand. I lived online and didn't interact with the real world. On the internet I felt like I was understood and could find people who shared my interests the way I did, but in the real world it always felt like I could get hurt if anyone knew me.

I realize now that I could have had a better experience overseas if I'd known how to adapt and socialize, but this was not something I knew even in English, and trying to learn in another language made it ten times harder. I'm sorry now for missing out on interactions that I know I could have had, but I just didn't know how. I wouldn't know how until I learned, and it took me a long time to learn.

I grew up online, in the company of others who had trouble fitting in with the real world, even in their own language. Those experiences shaped me, and the friendships I've made and support I've received online are invaluable to me. The internet gave me a way to live, and through it I learned how to interact with others. But in many ways, for many years, it felt like my life was put on hold and I stopped growing up.

Several years ago I moved back, to not far from where I was born, and I was able to work for the first time. I began to interact with people and feel like I had a place in the real world.

After shutting myself away for so many years, every little step I made out in the world felt terrifying. But every little thing I did on my own made me feel like I was living for the first time.

Even something as little as going to the store and buying a pack of batteries.

I was directed to a shelf at the end of an aisle, and found myself looking at a rack of lithium AA batteries. Did they not sell the old kind anymore?

I walked around to the other side and was relieved to find the familiar black and brown Duracell batteries I'd known from my childhood. I felt more confident about putting in a battery that looked the same as I remembered. The smallest pack they sold was an 8-pack for $12.99. I really didn't need 8 batteries. I didn't have any other devices that used them.

I thought, what if I turn it on and it doesn't work and I'll have wasted $12.99?

I also thought we might already have batteries. I might be able to say, "Mom, do we have any batteries?" and she'd pull out two AAs from a drawer somewhere and I'd save my money.

But somehow I felt like part of what was important about this was being an adult and being able to buy my own batteries.

Yet... what if it just ended up making me sad? Was it better not to know?

I went to the checkout with just the toothpaste and stood hesitating at the edge of the checkout line.

If I didn't get the batteries now, and it turned out we didn't have any batteries, I wouldn't try it. I knew I would just put it off until even more time passed, and then... "Are you in line?" someone asked me.

"No," I said, and I turned around and went back to the shelf.

I bought the batteries.

At home, I took out my original Game Boy Color from the drawer where I left it, the one my dad had surprised me with when I was 5 years old and that I had brought overseas and back.

I put the batteries in and turned it on without a cartridge first to make sure the batteries were inserted correctly. The Game Boy logo scrolled across the screen and it made the familiar blinging Game Boy startup noise. I turned it off again, satisfied.

I took out my original Pokemon Blue cartridge, momentarily having to remember which way it went in, and slotted it in.

I turned it on, watched the whole Pokemon Blue intro out of nostalgia, and then pressed START.

My heart leaped for joy.

MY POKEMON!!!! MY POKEMON ARE ALIVE!!! 🥺🥺🥺

My original Pokemon, that were with me in 1998 when I was 5-6 years old, are still with me 27 years later. I want to cry!!! I love the old sprites, I'm SO happy to see them again 😭😭😭 the Pokemon look so little and cheerful at the same time, which I love 🥺🥺🥺 I know there are people with many more hours on their games, who have leveled all their Pokemon to 100. But these are my Pokemon who were with me through my childhood, and I spent many more hours making up stories about them than actually playing the game. I'm so happy to see them again 😭😭😭

All I want is to see my Pokemon. My other Pokemon are in boxes. Now, how do I get to the nearest PC? Where am I?

Oh... Oh. I have to confess something. When I was a kid, I was scared of the dark cave areas, and whenever I got to them, I stopped playing for a while. (I was stuck at Mt. Moon until I was like, 7.) So I never actually beat the game.

And here I am on Victory Road, with the team of Pokemon I was taking to the Elite Four, without an Escape Rope.

The only way for me to see my other Pokemon is... to finally make it through Victory Road, after 27 years?!

[fudgecake-charlie]

beloved friend sent me one of scar's newer tweets and i HAD to draw it

[nekrosmos]

I am unwell

[stellarspecter]

Jon Matteson and Joey Richter in Nerdy Prudes Must Die (2023) / The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals (2018)

[bloggingboutburgers]

Sorry for the radio silence for quite a while! On top of the holidays, my visa interview at the embassy was a little while ago, so as you can imagine, I've been fairly busy preparing for it... But hey, it paid off!!

The past few years have had their fair share of trials and there's a few people who'll recognize themselves, who I wanna thank for all their patience and support. I also gotta apologize for everyone whose patience I've tested, and for all the buddies I'll get to see less often now because distance.

Overall though, I've had overwhelming support through this, more than I ever thought I'd get and more than I probably deserve, and it honestly helped a lot through what is overall a pretty damn difficult thing to get through. I'm so relieved right now and it's pretty great that that feeling is coming around for the festive season!

Now I'm off to enjoy that with my family while I'm close enough for it to be easy, and if anyone who knows me closely is reading this and wants to meet up before I leave France (which oughta be in April), hit me up ;)

[kunikiiida-kuuun]

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[royalarchivist]

Fit: Oh yeah, the great outdoors! All we need is a can of beans, and we'll have a good time.

Phil: There's two empty seats, I can't remember what– who they're for though. [Snorts then leans off-screen and laughs]

Fit: [Slowly realizes what Phil said] ...No. No. No. No! No! NO! WE ARE NOT DOING THIS RIGHT NOW! WE ARE NOT DOING THIS, PHIL. Ok? We are not doing this.

Sneeg: Do you wanna talk about it...?

Phil: [Continues laughing]

Fit: No man, this- this man thinks trauma is funny. He thinks trauma is funny– He thinks interpersonal emotional trauma is funny! Yeah, we're all laughing, Phil. We're all laughing. Yeah– [Monotone voice] "Hahaha! So funny." So funny. So funny.

Sneeg: Alright, bro. Why don't you go–

Fit: Gaslight girlboss, right? Yeah, that's what we do, that's what we do.

Phil: Oh my god– [Exhales and laughs] That tickled me, that was a good one. Uh, right–

[littlequackerman]

GUYS I just finished the last archon quest and I'm having so many thoughts about capitano...

Imagine reader falling for capitano while hes staying in natlan, but they have a terminal illness (maybe even related to the abyss like atea's was). They don't want to be a burden to him, he has such important goals he has no choice but to reach and they dont want to waste his time, considering they're going to pass on soon anyways.

And capitano has feelings for the reader, but doesn't want to confess because he knows he's going to die in his deal with the Lord of the night, and even if that doesn't succeed, he's still dealing with too much from the souls he carries and his curse to properly have a relationship with them

So reader doesn't confess, and soon they end up dying from their illness, and they go down to the night kingdom for the afterlife, and guess who they find?

Fucking capitano.

And he's dead!! Well, not actually dead, but actually fused with the Lord of the night, which is somehow even more insane than if he was just dead.

And capitanos surprised cause he thought they'd get old with some random natlanese guy, and hed he stuck dead fused with the Lord but then he finds out they had a terminal illness all this time???

And so you two get to spend time you didn't think you'd have together in the afterlife, and it's really nice lol

[heilos]

I already promised some more MSA sketches in the future for my watchers, but I figured ya'll deserved at least one cleaned up sketch right now since I haven't posted any art of the gang in awhile. Purely for fun as I've always wanted to draw the gang in more alternate outfits. :D

[oumoumimi]

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[madootles]

jon sims losing his mind in seasons two and three <333

the magnus archives has me in a serious chokehold right now

[swkywalker]

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