#VERRY sloppy too

[maginnmauvaise]

[lazyjellyfishcreation]

One (1) person has asked me questions about this, so I'm about to expand on this. So!

Julek becomes grandmaster, takes his son, stops being grandmaster (guxart takes over, it's popular vote) and fucks right off. He no longer goes there. He does not return to the caravan. He raises Aiden for the rest and is verry happy bc he's no longer hunted.

Eventually, Aiden grows up and starts walking the path more or less on his own. (they still walk together often, but also seperate more and more as time goes on) Note that Aiden does not, and never has, taken human contracts. Julek has and will continue to do so. Julek has no problems killing people, as long as the people are bad and he's getting paid. (Yet he never shames Aiden for not wanting to do the same. He's honestly kind of proud of his son's self restraint and moral code.)

years go by. The tournament happens, Julek and Aiden are across the country when it does. When they get the news, it's the first time in a long time Julek cries. 4 of his 7 remaining littermates died that day.

Sure, Julek would have happily killed them himself for their treason if he were there, but they were still his siblings. He still grieves them. (As does he grief the remaining 4 when Guxart and the grandmaster Wolf hunt down the traitorous cats, whom the 4 were part of.)

In the end, he's just glad Aiden wasn't there when it happened. He couldn't imagine what would have happened, what he would have done if his boy was in that fight.

Nonetheless, time goes on, years pass. Aiden grows up. They start meeting less and less, only once or twice a year now, where they walk to path together and catch up for a couple of weeks before splitting again. But that's okay. Aiden's a man now, he's grown. (He will always be Julek's baby, no matter how tall, strong or old he gets).

After 60-70 years of this, Julek starts noticing that his boy faintly smells of wolf in one of their bi-anual meetups. He smells of wolf and honey and fresh bread and... and oh melitele's tits his dumbass son has gone and fallen in love with a fucking wolf, hasn't he? Goddamn it Aiden, he's taught him better then this.

But Aiden seems so sweet on him, and apparently they usually split some weeks before Aiden and Julek meet up so that Aiden doesn't smell like wolf anymore by the time they get to their meeting spot, but he got careless this time. Apparently, this has been going on for about a decade at least. Julek is sceptical, but his boy seems so happy and in love.

He is happy. Aiden is happy. being a witcher is hard, after the tournament, being a cat even more so, but they have eachother and Aiden has his wolf (that he won't shut up about) and it's good. He sometimes sees Guxart, just to see how it goes. He's always met with the same joke of 'I may be a grandmaster, but don't kill me yet.'

And then a duo hunt goes wrong.

They're high in the mountains. treacherous terrain.

It was a stupid decision to take this contract. Cats don't do well in snow.

But two witchers are hard to feed, so they take what they can get hunting together.

The monster flings Aiden against a rock. (it's not bad, not for a witcher, but aiden spends a few precious miliseconds getting up and back)

Julek kills the monster, but the monster falls and the ledge he was standing on cracks and breaks and then he's falling.

Falling falling falling.

they were so high up in the mountains. not even a witcher could survive this.

Yet still, Aiden searches for his masters, and fahters, body. He can't find him. But the wild is wide and the wind is so strong it carries away what little smell the cold air carries.

Julek dies and Aiden gets sloppy.

A contract goes wrong.

He should have seen this coming.

His father taught him better then this.

His father taught him better then to walk into traps.

His father is dead, and soon he will be too.

Aiden could fight them. He was trained and raised and was now on par to one of the best swordsmen that ever lived. Even against 3 witchers, he stood a chanse of at least getting away.

Aiden didn't fight them.

Aiden hangs his head and doesn't protest as they shackle him and take him away.

He couldn't save his father, what right does he have to save himself.

(His father would be so disapointed in him, Aiden could almost smell it, but he can't. Julek is dead. God, he wishes he could smell his fathers disappointment again. It would mean he was alive.)

Aiden doesn't die.

His wolf comes for him. His beautifull, strong, angry wolf comes and saves him. Aiden smells like grief and pain and agony and Lambert takes him to kear moren to heal. What else is he supposed to do? Lambert doens't have a stellar relationship with Vesemir, but if he lost the old wolf... He doesn't know what he would do...

He doesn't tell them. Not at first. All the wolves (and one lone gryffin) know is that he's Lambets cat, and he's in pain. He tells them eventually. The wolves are talking in the dining hall. The topic of the legendary Julek comes up.

Vesemir mentions that if anyone ever took any of his pups away, he'd kill the fucker. Aiden almost sees red from anger. He tells them. And he tells them that they don't know what the fuck they are talking about (i really wanna write this scene)

But now the wolves know.

And information travels fast after that.

The rest of the witchers know in no time.

Julek, Kin killer, Grandmaster Slayer, kit stealer (because nobody ever realized that he saved Aiden instead is stealing him) is dead.

He is dead.

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Julek is alive and he is cold as fuck. Everything is awful and all his bones hurt holy shit.

It takes him weeks to somehow claw his way out of the hole made of ice he fell into, surviving of snow hares and frozen roots.

Allas, he's too late. When he comes back to the land of the living to tell his son that he's alive. he's too late.

All he finds is a farmer that tells him what happened. He shows him the fake job listing, covered in blood, aiden's blood. He even told him about the other witcher (the wolf, Aiden's wolf was here) that wept in to his dead friends armor and swore revenge.

And just like that, only weeks before having died, Julek wishes he was dead again.

He couldn't do the one thing he had ever done right.

He couldn't save his son.

And now his boy is dead. His boy, his baby boy, whom he had raised and taught and cherished. Whom mean the whole entire world to him, was gone.

After days and days of grief and tearing himself apart, he realizes that he has a choise to make.

he crawls into a hole of alcohol until he finds himself dead in a ditch

he goes back to the caravan and becomes the monster everyone thinks he is, because a wold without his son is undeserving of his selfrestriant and he's about to go on a cat-madness fuled rampage

he becomes the man Aiden always belived him to be

he can remember it so well. The song and music he had taught his precious boy after he regained his ears. At first, his sensetive ears could only handle the faintest of sound, just the rumbeling purring of his chest. then humming. then words, then rymes and sentnches and conversation. and then music. Aiden, apparently, loved music. and he had missed it so so much after going deaf.

So, Julek spend Aidens entire childhood teaching himself as many songs as possible, he even picked up a lute (read: stole) and started composing his own songs for his boy. He was bad at it, but he enjoyed it as much as Aiden did and he had gotten better fast. Now, after 70 odd years of practice, he knew his instrument better then any (except it was gone now)

When he was still little, Aiden had always told him with childlike wonder that if Julek hadn't been a witcher, he surely would have been a bard with a voice that pretty.

He wasn't a bard then. But now. maybe now, now that his boy was gone, he had to live out that part. For Aiden if not himself. Because the path without his son wasn't worth walking. He had to be what he son thought him to be, or he would not be at all.

There was a witch that owed him a favor. She was powerful, but had been plagued with a creature that hunted her wherever she went. her spells did nothing, but his swords had. He had killed it but she had nothing to give him, so she gave him a boon.

And now it was time to collect.

The glamour was intracate. A golden stone sat between his colarbones with twine woven around them, and tread knotted in intracate paterns wraped around his neck to faster the stone to him. And just like that, his eyes were blue. Just like that his scars were gone and his scent lost it'd distinct Witchery tang.

But all that gives, takes as much. Julek couldn't sighn spells anymore, and his sences were reduced. Not as much as normal human senses, he was still better at seeing, smelling and hearing then people were, but he still felt deaf and blind with it.

And do, Julek was dead Jaskier was born.

Both witcher and bard grieved on other ends of the continent. thinking that they would never see the other again. Both thinking that they were to blame for the other's death. Both unable to forgive themselves.

Both were alive.

Neither of them knew it

My thoughts on witcher!jaskier

So, so. I have been looking at a lot of witcher!jaskier shit lately, and eventhough bear!jaskier strikes a cord in my heart, to me, jask will always be a cat. So, with Jaskier being a cat, he would know Aiden, that would be logical. My question: what would their relationship be? my headcanon, Jaskier is Aidens teacher! Hear me out. Julek (jaskier's first actual name) was a promising young witcher of about 50 years old when it happend. He doesn't go to the caravan often because he doesn't like his siblings all that much, but he occasionally does to gamble and drink without having to worry about prejudice. He gambles his fun money away and gets drunk as a skunk in the process. He then remembers just how much he doesn't like being at the caravan and in his drunken mind decides to leave the caravan then and there to continue on the path. On his way out he stumbles into the wrong cart and finds Aiden. Aiden came out wrong. When he went trough the grasses (i hc that eventhough the cats do take in witchers from other schools that came out wrong, they also made their own, and aiden was one of the later.) Usually, a cat comming out with weird mutations isn't a problem, that's the cats school's specialty. But Aiden was a step too far. Aiden was deaf after the grasses. And the mages wanted to know why, so they strapped him to a table, to dissect him later. that's where Julek finds him. at 12 years old, scared, feverish from the grasses, alone, unable to hear, and not knowing what is going got happen to him. Julek, drunk as he is, decides that this is the perfect opportunity to make a shit decision and just. Takes. The kid. Julek just steals this child, and when he sobers up he realizes that that was a shit desicion but can't go back now, not when the kid looks up at him with scared sad eyes and go god he is gonna get so attached to this kid. So, Julek raises Aiden to the best of his abilties. He feeds him, trains him, teaches him the speech of hands (sighn language). Aiden is a smart boy, and phenomenal with trowing knives, he truly has impeccable aim. He's large too. Whatever took his hearing made him grow fast as fuck. Eventually, just when Aiden is getting used to not hearing, after a year or so, fate is cruel to him once again and takes his silent safety. Getting his hearing back is excutiating. Everything is loud, and sounds are so sharp now and it is overwhelming and aiden just want's it to be quit again but it is never quiet and and and. He's not having a good time. It takes him well over a month for him to adjusted to sounds. But now his hearing is better then any witcher's. It's overwhelming and it hurts but at least he can hear the monsters coming now.

All the while they are getting chased. Rememeber: Julek took a kit that wasn't his, not only that, Aiden was supposed to be a sience experiment and the cat mages want him back. so, 3 years after aiden getting stolen they make the desicion to go back to the caravan and claim aiden as julek's kit, to keep them from being hunted.

only problem: only grandmasters can assighn a witcher a kit to go on the path with, and the current grandmaster won't do it, because the mages want to keep him. so, Julek does the sane thing and chalenges the granmaster. If he wins and kills the grandmaster, then he becomes the grandmaster and can claim Aiden. if not, well... he wont be around to witness what they would do to his kit (son) nobody expects this 50 something year old witcher to beat the grandmaster with a century of experience under his belt. Julek is good, but he's (relatively) young. They are all wrong. Julek wins. Aiden is his. He claims his kid, steps down from the grandmaster position and fucks right off. I have so much more for this au but it's late so i might write that later if you want.

[according-to-shlorp]

Hey can u recommend some good solar opposites art and maybe writing accounts? Im trying to get more content on my dash and u always reblog great stuff! And also I love your incorrect quotes! Thank u for all you do!

Awe! Thank you soo much! I'm glad you enjoy my blog. Honestly, I think that everyone here is amazingly talented. <3 I mostly just reblog random stuff that I find interesting in the tag to be honest. Or if I come across random posts that seem solar opposite-y. Like the ones that aren't solar but, feel like it fits. aka the tag: #Turning Posts-into Solar Opposites since 2021 I don't know much for writing accounts. I don't really read fanfiction, I don't dislike fanfiction but, my mind just is like 'eh...' not for reading. [That goes for all fandoms by the way.] I'm not sure that this is a writing account but I came across an account that posts links to a ton of Solar Opposites AO3 stories: @ao3-solar

I enjoy pretty much everyone's art, but I'll list blogs that mostly post art to be fair. Because honestly, I'd list everyone Everyone in this fandom has their own styles.. And I feel are all really talented and creative. I really don’t want to leave people out, which is why I’m listing art based blogs. Some blogs art-wise I enjoy are @mooncupcake83 @s3aguts @lyssieloo @stanchez-sloppy-seconds @brightpluto  [This one isn’t a full art blog, unless it is, correct me please.  But, I enjoy their edits and their drawings of Jesse and Yumyulack.  The take on their look and styles]

Some Askblogs have great art too! [and verry funny/in character responses. i also enjoy following these blogs lol]

@burntvoldemort @wackytshirts

A verry verry popular blog to look at art is: spinetrick  [not letting me tag for some reason]

And the last one here isn’t art but, a pretty good Solar Opposites related blog in my opinion: @solarsluts

I hope this helped fill your Solar Opposites needs.

-Mod Korvo

[love-reverend-swanson]

The cat called Dutchess Van Der Linde

Rating: Teen and up audience

Pairing: VanDerMatthews

Tags: Dom/Sub, Sex, Training, BDSM, Dom!Hosea, Sub!Dutch

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Hosea and Dutch are in a deserted hut får away from preying eyes and ears. Dutch wear his red black colored collar. With a golden piece of metal where the black leash goes. The hook of the leash is also golden. Hosea is the only one who could dominate Dutch. He's always submissive to him when they're alone.

,,So Dutchess. Today I teach you how to wait and behave. You know the safe word right?"

,,Yes. Black Rose."

,,Well done. Say it and we stop immideatly. You know that.

,,Yes sir. I trust you." Dutch smiles.

Hosea smiles back.

,,Okay then."

,,Get on the bed pet. On your back. Spread your legs." Hosea commands.

,,Yes sir."

And with that Dutch do as he was told.

,,Good pet." Hosea praises him.

Then he tie his hands and legs to the bed frame. The legs are bend that Hosea can reach his hole too.

,,Alright?"

,,Yes sir." Dutch smiles.

Dutchess is already half hard. Then he gag his cat. But Dutch take it like a champ without complaining.

,,Good boy."

Then Hosea opens the lube and slik Three of his fingers. He slips one of them into Dutch's tight hole. The other man let out a whimper arround the gag. He fucks him with the finger, before he adds another one and start to scissor him loose. Dutch groans and start to wiggle in his restrains.

,,Shh relax. Patience my pet." Hosea whispers.

Dutch let out a whimper, but stop his movements. Oh boy. He need to really teach his cat some patience. After a while he add a third finger. His eyes water up and a jolt wnet trough Dutch's body. Then Hosea pull his fingers back, and slik the medium sized but blug with a black long fluffy cat tail. He slowly push it into Dutch's loose hole. Dutch moan in pain and pleasure around the gag in his mouth. Hm it looks so lovely. Dutchess also wears a black headband with big black fluffy car ears. Then Hosea sit down on the chair opposite of the bed. He has a good view on Dutch. Then he opens a book and start to read. He hear a frustrated groan from the bed.

,,Shhh big cat. Be patient and you get a reward." Hosea giggles.

The older man is still soft in his pants. He has a really good self control. In the corner of his eyes, he can see how Dutch start to wiggle again. He let out a deep grunt.

,,You want a reward pet?" Hosea asks.

,,Mhhmmhh." Dutch approves.

,,Then stay still and quiet big cat." Hosea warn.

Hosea can practically feel how Dutchess rolls with his eyes. And then he got it. Because for the rest of the next thirty  minutes he stays still and quiet. Only his fast and short erratic breathing is to hear. But that's fine. After ten more minutes, Hosea finally ose his book and lay it aside. Then he slowly get up.

,,See big cat. It wasn't that hard. Wasn't it?" Hosea smiles.

,,You did well. I'm proud of you. So proud." Hosea whispers.

Dutch's eyes light up with joy. He made his master proud. This fills him with joy.

,,Now. Be a good pet and make me hard will you? Then I can reward you."

Dutch nods wildly.

,,You want this really bad huh?"

Another nod. Then Hosea free Dutch's hands and legs. And then he pull the gag out. He lay the gag aside.

,,The plug stays big cat. Until I say so. Now get on your knees and suck Daddy's cock." Hosea command.

,,Yes sir."

Hosea and Dutch switch places. Now Hoseas laying on his back, and Dutch kneel between his legs with a low grunt and start immideatly to suck him of. Hosea take the leash into his right hand. And softly tug on it. This made Dutch swallow him whole in one go.

,,That's it big cat!" Hosea groans.

Dutch looks so fucking hot with that collar, cat ears and cat tail. He did it last time too. And since that Dutch turns into Dutchess the cat whenever they play. The collar is made out of fine and expensive leather. But it was totally worth it. The cat pulls back a bit to get some air. Then he immideatly deep throat him again. This time Hosea's half hard cock turn into a rock hard hard on immideatly.

,,Just like that pet. You suck daddy's cock so well. Ngh." Hosea moans.

The praises fuels Dutch to go faster. And then he deep throat Hosea again, but this time he stays there. With his nose buried in Hoseas groomed grey-silver pubic hair. He stays there for a while. But after two minutes he need to let him slip out of his mouth. He breaths in with a small cough.

,,You alright Dutchess?" Hosea ask a bit worried.

,,I'm fine." Dutch smiles.

Then he put kitten licks onto Hosea's sensitive head. A jolt went trough the older man. And then he pull Dutchess head back with his left hand on the back of the cats head. Dutch looks confused at Hosea. Did he do something wrong?

,,You did amazing pet. Now c'mere and ride daddy's cock will you?"

,,Of course daddy." Dutch moans eager.

Then he position himself over Hosea's cock. Hosea reach forward with his free hand and carefully pull the plug out to lay it down. Next to them. Dutch left a whimper at the loss. But he eagerly takes Hoseas cock in his hand. But Hosea stop him with a tug on the leash.

,,Slow boy. We have all the time of the world." Hosea whispers.

Dutchess nod. And then he slowly sit down on Hoseas thick and long cock with a long groan. He fills him so good. So deep and opens him so well. It feels amazing. Only when he's completely filled, and sits on Hoseas lap, the groan turns into a short moan and then into eratic pants. Hosea let out a sigh. Both man enjoy it. Dutch starts to ride Hosea slow. It takes all his power to bit slam himself down on Hoseas cock.

,,Mhhh that's it big cat." Hosea Sighs.

Dutch is a moaning and grunting mess. Hosea tucks on the leash, so that Dutch is laying on top of him now. Both man share a sloppy but intense kiss. Then Dutch sit up again, and slowly ride Hosea again. The older man can see how Dutch struggles to keep this slow pace.

,,You did so well for me pet. Go on."

Dutch looks surprised at him.

,,Thanks daddy." He moans.

And then he start to ride Hosea fast and wild. He's a moaning mess. It's way to good. And Hosea pants and gasps then and there. But even though he fucks him verry wildly, he managed that his daddy cums first. Hosea tumbles over the rge with a low groan. And Dutch follows right after. Cuming against his stomach and chest. After a while of heavy breathing, Dutch gets up. Hosea opens the collar and remove the cat ears. He place everything on the drawer next to the bed. Then he get up to clean them both. After that they cuddle tidly together in bed.

,,You did so good Dutch. You alright?" Hosea gasp.

,,Yes om alright. It was fun. I love it when you take control." Dutch say honest.

,,Good." Hosea smile.

Both share a tender kiss, before they fall asleep.

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Hey,

I hope you like it. It's the first time I write something like that. Do pleas forgive me if it isn't that good.

[once-delight]

Window Pain, a SPN fic

Twas a beayitfuf night and the stars weree shining brightly and Donatello were out huntning gosts as he always does. This time, the spook was a very rude witch with gnarly bony fingres and Dennae thot she needed a serious makeover gods was she uggely.

"Damn lady, try an iron." Said Didney, slamming an iron in hr feace and smeareing it across the wrinkly fece.

"You are not very nice also die." Said the enraged witch and hurled a spella at Denver. The spell did notte immediately kill Dennae - he was trasnformt into a wall-size window.

He almos smasht against the flor but thr w.i.t.c.h qas not verri skilled at magocks and had acciden made him intno plexiglass windo.

"WindNO, i wont, it sems" smirket dennnnnae.

"Whale, i guess u life will be suxx now anyway dummy" laughttet the wetche and walket off (because Sammie was not there to tske care of it. (He was at liberare))

Dean laugh. "Yu dumb butch! I can still talk! Son of a bit! Beach!" He heckle-cackled.

"Ah" thought Weenie, satisfied with his medium-grade roast.

Then he stod there. "Oh nose. How dos i move? Oh i know! I yell Cas!" But as he sad that he reconsidtrr casue he know cas is always walcthung him he was like a stalker which was kinda hot ngl and the safetys p nice too if only cas was not succh drag.

So insted of yelling helpo he wait approx 2 mins and Cas poofpeared.

"Den you in middle of råoåd get off or u will be run ovre."

"I know... I'm very fragile." Said Den, angstily, in a tone wheer u cud tel he was actually bein 100% serius and that the soul of his windowsona ws propbably look out into the reflection of his now windowily body.

"I can't cure u I'm in timeout." Sas Cas and runs away.

Ok thout Den. I'm safe! Im 2sound! Thats al that maltesers.

Then he IMMEDIATELY would hav jumped had he any limbs. "THE FOD!!!!!" Dont was scrambling fo words he wos SERIOUSLAY havning a stroke here.

"OW HOCKEYSTICKS" he cauld no longer feel tlthe truest luv on earth: sloppy tongue makeouts, ft. füd.

Den remembr all the pie in this world. He remebred bithday cak. He reme spare robs. He remr the double bacon cheese pork & ox burger, grilled, smoked and soaked in rhe reallest american, piggy tears.

"Gotdem u... gotdem u to helle and becd with bith!" Yelled Don Juan loudly out into the worl.

Nothkgn answerd him back... alon...

Bye saliva-filld nights of tummy-treatment. Godbae saucy sauces and greasy grub. Gaahdbey gummi beras.

He sat (note: laid) on the floor, brain swollen with thoughts of hopelessness and despair.

From acras the rom sat a singl subway samsmvich on a plattae. Tempting. Teasing. Devilishly taunting.

Goddamn you.

"Why are you a window?" asked Sam, hunched slightly, hand on the doorknob of the now opened door.

TO BE CONTINUED...?!