#and geralt being cheeky

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ficletvember 2024 - day 12

yennskier post-s2 yucky tender gooiness

Having grown unexpectedly close in the winter spent at Kaer Morhen, Yennefer comes to a realization while in bed one morning with Jaskier.

That morning, Yennefer wakes to the sunrise warming the cold stone walls. The wind whistles through the narrow windows and the dingy old keep creaks and settles, but her bed is piled in furs and she has no obligation to rise and there is a warm body burrowed down beside her, his cheek against her bare shoulder.

Jaskier twitches in sleep, mumbling incoherently, never wholly silent even while unconscious. His messy hair tickles her neck, grown long, and he’s drooling on her from the corner of his open mouth. 

Something about that makes Yennefer feel fond rather than disgusted. She wants to press her fingers back through his tangled hair and kiss him awake, wants to push down the furs to reveal more of his body, her other hand stealing down through the dark hair on his belly. 

She wants to let him sleep a while longer, knowing that lately he’s been plagued by nightmares and bouts of insomnia after everything that happened the past months. He passes off the sleeplessness as bouts of creative fervor, staying up in Kaer Morhen’s dusty library writing drivel in his songbook. Most nights, she stays up with him, offering droll commentary and scathing critique. 

More than once, she’s dozed off in a high-backed chair in the library and woken to found that he’s carried her to bed, wrapped around her with his lips against her neck.

She spends most days in his company, both of them unclear where else they're meant to fit in the keep. The Witchers avoid her, Geralt won’t meet her eyes, and Ciri is curious and friendly enough but overly polite, never asking the questions she really wants to.

Yennefer suffers also nightmares, dark and churning and unspeakable, and every morning, she reaches to pull at a thread of chaos. Just to be certain that she still can.

Jaskier’s nightmares are often of fire and blood, shackled at the wrists while the flames climb the rafters overhead, broken fingers clawing at a locked door. Sometimes when Yennefer slips into his dreams to momentarily soothe them into something more pleasant, she sees herself with blood spilling down her slit wrists, feels the yawning fear that hollows his stomach. 

At present, his dreams are a fumble of disjointed images, some erotic and some comical with a bizarre overlap between the two. He mumbles something about sphincters and then ducks and his brows furrow, and Yennefer feels a strong and alarming surge of irrational affection for this ridiculous man sleeping beside. 

It makes little sense for the realization to come at that moment. That she loves him. Has fallen in love with him. Despite all his varied flaws or perhaps because of them. His simple, unfettered humanity. His baffling aesthetic choices. His constant whining and waffling. His heart, deep and compassionate and always aching a little. His cheeky lewd stupidity and his sincere and cliched candor.

Yennefer loves him.

It’s an unpleasant feeling, rising like acid reflux, because of course, realizing how she feels changes nothing. 

Jaskier couldn’t possibly love her back, not after everything, not being who they are. They’ve tumbled into this arrangement out of circumstance, leaning on each other for comfort and warmth through the long winter on the mountain, but this certainly isn’t his first choice. She’s seen his more pleasant dreams. The ones that span years with Geralt before she met either of them, the achey familiarity of years-long yearning fulfilled, all the right words said, all the old hurts soothed.

And if not Geralt, given the choice of any number of bedpartners across the Continent, would Jaskier ever possibly choose to wake beside her most mornings, the way she’d like to wake beside him.

The truth is that Yennefer is an afterthought, an unexpected pleasure that he’ll indulge in until spring, and then their paths will draw apart, and the cold isolation of her long and lonely life will sink back in again.

Jaskier wakes with his usual suddenness, snorting an interrupted breath, eyes blinking open as he scrunches up his whole face against the light. 

“Heh? Hughhg?” he grunts incoherently and then immediately begins to chatter. “Did I sleep in? Have we missed breakfast? Not missing much I suppose but– I just had the strangest dream about these massive waterfowl on a beautiful lake, and not gonna lie it got me going a-- Eh? Yennefer, why d’you look like that?”

“I don’t look like anything,” she says and rolls away from him, not wanting to know what face she’d been making as he woke.

Jaskier takes the opportunity to sling an arm around her waist and press his warm chest to her back, tangling their legs together as he kisses her shoulder. Not long ago, she may have balked at such open presumption that she would welcome his smothering embrace, but she does welcome it, she craves it. She turns her head to let him kiss her on the mouth, and he rolls his hips in a slow grind against her backside.

“You are not fucking me while thinking about large ducks,” she groans against his lips, feeling his very foolish thoughts pressed into her mind.

“It’s– they were alarmingly erotic!”

“Think about something else,” says Yennefer, and though she doesn’t usually like to impose herself so completely into another’s mind, wary of what she’ll find there, she allows her vulnerable fears to guide her into his thoughts.

Jaskier is thinking about the softness of her hair against his cheek, the scent of her, the sleep-warm feel of her body against his. He thinks how he’d like to wake every morning like this, how it would be enough just to hold her in his arms, to let his arousal fade to distant noise as he noses at her neck.

She hitches up a leg and reaches behind her to grip his hip and draw him to enter her, and his thoughts erupt in a slew of praises, not just for the heat of her cunt but for her raw and visceral beauty, her sharp edges, her pain, her desperate kindness. 

Yennefer feels small as his thoughts wash over her, battered by waves of longing, desire, and through it all a current of she can’t possibly feel this strongly toward little old me.

Idiots, both of them.

“Yen?” Jaskier asks, voice unsteady with alarm, and she realizes that she’s weeping, hot tears rolling to tremble on the ridge of her nose.

“I’m in love with you, you absolute fool,” says Yennefer and immediately wants to hide her burning, tear-streaked face in the pillows and pretend she hadn’t blurted that confession out so simply. 

Jaskier’s hips still.

“Really? Me?”

“No, I enjoy embarrassing myself and lying,” she says, frustrated. “Yes, you.”

“Oh.” An absent hand trails down her belly and back up. Lips mouth against the back of her neck. He resumes rocking up into her body with shallow rolls of his hips. “So would you call this love-making then? Given that I love you back, you wretched witch.”

His voice is hideously fond, his touch gentle, his thoughts a rush of warm elation.

“Call it whatever you’d like,” she says, hoping that he ignores how her voice breaks. She lets a hand fall on his backside with a smack. “Just get on with it.”

Jaskier proceeds to do so for the rest of the morning, brimming with giddy energy, all thoughts of nightmares forgotten by the both of them.

[imagineredwood]

HCs for Juice, Tig, and Happy being asked out on a date with a note written on a bag of weed? Maybe they've been flirting for a while, but haven't actually gone out on a date, so she decides "fuck it, he won't ask, I'm gonna do it." And she just tosses the bag at him from across the clubhouse with a big, cheeky grin.

He's shocked and then immediately down. He was hesitant, worried that maybe he was just reading into it too much and didn't want to ruin the friendship. He just thought you were sharing, but when he sees the note, his eyes are soft as soon as he lays his eyes on you. And will follow you wherever you'd like.

He still probably thinks it's a joke. Just more friendly banter with some flirting. But when he looks over at you and expects you to be laughing but sees you there with a face as serious as ever, the twinge of a hopeful smile tugging at your lips, he's nodding. Standing up and making his way over to you. Ready to take you out wherever you'd like.

He still thinks you're just trying to joke. Might blow you off with a wave of his hand and just take the weed then toss the bag. You'd probably have to throw another noted with a :( balled up at his head for him to realize that you're completely serious and not just trying to tease or be childish. He might not even answer that day, take some time to think it over before he finally says yes.

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Ok, finally watched Deadpool and Wolverine. Thoughts:

spoilers ahead

Things I liked:

-Cavillrine. Wade should've name dropped "those shitfucks down the street" as warner bros execs specifically but I know it wasn't viable. Henry you're my true superman (and Geralt) forever.

-Hugh Jackman, obviously. He always puts his everything into this character and it's beautiful.

-Backstreet boys' Bye bye bye in the beginning (cheeky nod to Wade swinging both ways? Or all the ways actually)

-Soundtrack in general. I have the impression that they tried to use songs that were popular at the time the fox films they referenced were released and that was sweet. Pure nostalgia.

-Is it just me or the fights between Logan and Wade felt a lot bit homoerotic at times? Especially the car fight. Not just the coreography but like.. the camera slowly panning away while showing the car shaking up and down as the daylight fades? Like, damn. okay. I see what you did there..

That and the other little moments where they weren't fighting but were in close proximity/contact with each other bc reasons. Good job u guys. 10/10 👍🏼

-X23. I'd really like to see her back as the main timeline x23 but i don't trust Disney to not fuck this up.

-All the cameos really. Channing Tatum was avenged too by finally being able to play gambit which is good tho I wish he had the black and red eyes from the cartoons that would've been cool. But yeah he was really funny. (My fancast for main timeline Gambit is still Josh Hartnett tho, that being said Channing was still a good Remy)

-Cassandra was a nice surprise, I didn't know that character or the actress and she made a surprisingly fun creepy villain.

Things I didn't like or threw me off bc im too much of a nerd to not notice:

-Vanessa being fridged without actually being fridged. She was in this movie even less than in the movie where she got killed?Someone really "didn't want to share the spotlight" this time lol

-No but seriously, the reason they broke up wasn't clear/didn't make much sense to me, although I have to praise the acting. I think they just wanted an excuse to make Wade spiral again but they don't know what to do with a no-powers character in a superhero movie unless they're a male comic relief?

-The staples on the head gag. It was funny at first but. regenerative powers. His body should have pushed them out at most a couple seconds after, like it does with bullets. They could still have made a joke out of it.

-And I actually only realized this after watching the film but shouldn't Wolverine also not be able to get drunk bc of his powers? In Deadpool's game Wade can't get drunk bc of exactly bc of that and in Catfa Steve can't get drunk while mourning Bucky for the same reason. And I'm pretty sure his regenerative powers are pretty mild compared to Logan and Wade's.

-They missed a chance to throw in a zip it Mr Darcy. or Tom. Both would've worked. Personally I'm partial to Mr Darcy cause I'm a 2005 p&p stan and I haven't watched Succession yet but yk either would've been good.

-A lil peck between Yukio and Negasonic would've been nice 🥺

-Things I wished would've happened even though most of it can't bc Disney, but a girl can still daydream dammit: 

-Gwenpool

-T-rex-pool

-Mention of Logan being poly with Jean and Scott (it's my hc regardless)

-Pyro having had a enemies to enemies who fuck thing with Iceman at an earlier point in time (also my hc regardless)

-Mention of how ooc and creepy and completely nonsensical cap's "ending" was.

-Mention of Stucky

-The tva actually being evil

-Domino. I miss her. Actually all the X-Force members that were missing except for the vanisher for obvious reasons. Fuck that guy. My hc is that Wade saved all of them anyway. Except for, again, the vanisher.

-The timelines get fixed to keep existing when their franchises die. They keep on going we just don't see them anymore. I think implying that they die when hollywood doesn't make movies about them/they are not canon anymore is dismissive of fanworks. The multiverse should be infinite and all the stories imagined about a character whether it's "canon" or not exist somewhere no matter how terrible or ridiculous or wonderful it is. We just so happen to get to see only a handful of them in live action.

-Karl Urban as an alternate Wolverine (he's my fancast for the main timeline logan).

-The fact that if Ben Affleck got a subtle jab, Brad Pitt should've gotten 2. Non subtle ones. At all. Idk about you but I think physical abuse is a liiil worse than cheating. Just saying.

-Vanessa having powers. Hear me out: I know that her powers in the comics are basically the same as Mystique's (she's even blue too) BUT they could've made her be like that chick from Heroes that could do anything she saw other people do just by watching them. I would've been different enough from Mystique AND it would've still made sense with her superhero name being Copycat.

-Vanessa and Wade being polyamorous too

Conclusion: I think I might prefer deadpool 2 a juust a tad bit but I still really liked this one :) . It's definitely much better than anything mcu has being releasing lately

Ps: Johnny sweetie ilysm but you're a fucking idiot

Ps²: Wade sweetie ilysm but you absolutely were responsible for it, you didn't have to quote him on that.

Ps³: RIP nicepool I'm sure you were good papa to dogpool no matter how jealous prime deadpool was. Also I loved The Proposal.

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The Witcher Headcanon (Modern AU) - Error 404 Brain Not Found: Bonus Scene - Part 7

Geralt had thwarted Jaskier's every attempt to get him with water balloons, eggs, and various nerf darts, citing that his Witcher reflexes were just too good.

Jaskier knew Geralt wasn't bragging. It was just a fact. An annoying fact that often runined his fun. Some pranks just weren't as fun when your target kept effortlessly dodging the bit that would make it funny.

Jaskier had decided to test just how good Geralt's reflexes were. He challenged him to Slappsies.

Jaskier failed miserably at slapping Geralt's hands. By the time he even thought about moving his hand, Geralt's hands were already safely out of the way and Jaskier was hitting empty air.

Then it was Geralt's turn.

A few rounds later, and the backs of Jaskier's hands were as red as a smacked ar*e.

*disgruntled bard noises*

*smug 'hmm'*

"Yeah, well...let's see how you do if you have to start with your hands behind your back!"

*sound of massive Witcher paws smacking the backs of human hands at the speed of mach Jesus*

*pained squealing*

Jaskier, inspite of being a rational adult, had paused to check the floor, just to prove to his brain that his hands hadn't just been slapped off his wrists.

No. They were still there, and functioning normally, if a little tingly. Okay, maybe it was time to try a different test before he ended up having to make a career change. Or learn to play all his instruments with his feet.

Which wouldn't be a bad thing. Some people had a thing for feet. Jaskier was absolutely not a kink-shamer!

Jaskier had to come up with a test that 1) wouldn't make a mess that Yennefer would yell at them about, and 2) was much more challenging than the old catching-a-falling-ruler, or Whack-A-Mole.

"I bet you can't take a block of cheese off a rat trap without setting it off!"

"I can, but I bet you can't!"

"Please! I've got very nimble fingers. All the ladies say so! And there's no way you can do it with those clumsy sausage fingers. I've seen your f***ing text messages. Every other word is misspelt!"

Geralt looked at Jaskier.

Jaskier looked at Geralt.

A trip to the hardware store was made, and shortly after, Jaskier was frowning as Geralt casually plucked a cube of cheese off the rat trap without setting it off.

Geralt 'hmm'ed in a smug tone.

Jaskier scoffed, "That doesn't look so hard. Even I can do that!"

Geralt nodded towards the trap, "Hm!" (Go ahead then!)

Jaskier went about very carefully resetting the trap. His hands shook slightly as they set the fiddly mechanism. It was a delicate operation that required a light touch...

Trap, for no apparent reason: *snap*

Jaskier: *shrill scream*

Geralt: *snort*

"Shut your gob!"

Jaskier got the trap set, studied it for a few breaths, then went for it. He crowed triumphantly, holding the little cube of cheese in his fingertips and pretending like he hadn't been sh*tting himself the whole time.

"Hah! I told you I could do it! I have very nimble fingers. I work very hard and put in long hours of practice to be as good as I am at fingering."

"I can finger for hours and not miss a beat. I've been told by various members of the nobility, and even commoners, that my fingering is the best in the Continent!"

"Hmm!"

"Mouthing off? Excuse me, but just the other day, the f***ing Prince of Redania told me that he quite enjoyed my fingering, f***youverymuch!

Geralt's brain had to take a moment to process the very idea that Jaskier was not making any kind of innuendo.

He was completely serious, and it was mentally throwing Geralt off. This was unnatural. The Universe was out of balance.

"And he said my tongue was quite talented, too! He was begging for more! You can ask Madeleine, she was there!"

"Then show me how good you are with your tongue," Geralt rumbled, feeling like he had to make the jokes now.

Jaskier blinked, then tried to hide a cheeky grin. "I don't know, Geralt. Sounds like a bad idea. I mean, what if Yen walks in?"

Geralt realxed. Ah, that was better. The balance had been restored. He lightly smacked Jaskier on the back of the head, saying "Stop bragging about your fingers. If I could play guitar, my fingering would be four times better than yours. And since I'm a Witcher with superhuman reflexes, just imagine how good I am with my tongue!"

"Ow! Why don't you prove it, Mr. Super Witcher Reflexes? I bet you can't knock the cheese off the trap with your tongue!"

Geralt baited the trap, set it on the table, and then crouched down to eye level with it. There was a tense moment of silence where he and Jaskier eyeballed each other distrustfully.

"You better f***ing not touch me or the trap!"

"I won't!"

"You just stay over there! Don't move, don't say anything, don't even f***ing breathe!"

"I'm not going to do anything, you suspicious b**tart!"

Geralt grunted, then slowly extended his tongue. It touched the cube of cheese, barely brushing it...

He must have twitched, or breathed too hard, because the trap went off with a snap!

One second, the tip of Geralt's tongue was touching the cheese, the next second, the hammer was snapping down across his tongue.

Geralt stood up with a loud ululation of anguish, the rat trap dangling from his tongue.

Jaskier went from gasping in shock, to laughing until his sides ached. He couldn't help it. Geralt was making this distorted screaming sound and doing jazz hands while he danced round, the trap hanging from his tongue.

Jaskier was too busy clinging to the kitchen counter, tears streaming down his cheeks as he howled with laughter as Geralt gained enough brain function to start yelling "Fffukhhhh! Fffukhhhh! Helm me!"

Geralt pawed at his tongue, trying to remove the trap with fingers that were suddenly clumsy.

Jaskier swallowed his laughter and came to the rescue.

"Holy f**k, are you alright?" he asked as Geralt prodded gingerly at his tongue. It felt swollen and numb, yet painful at the same time.

Geralt stood there, looking pitiful for a moment, then said in a small, lost voice, "I fink I neeb uh popfikool."

"I'm sorry, I didn't get that. Maybe you should try enunciating?"

"Ahthhoww!"

"Say 'I was born on a pirate ship'!"

Geralt glared angrily at Jaskier

"Do it and I'll give you a popsicle!"

*put upon sigh* "I wath born on a piol-a' sh*'"

Jaskier: *ugly cackling*

Geralt: "now gib me mah ffukhim popfikool!"

"Sorry, we're all out of the F**k Him flavored ones. Do you want blue or green?"

Geralt: *unamused glower* "Boo."

The popsicle was handed over, the trap was disposed of, and Geralt prayed the swelling would go down before Yennefer got home at the end of the week.

[bambirex]

I Get So Hungry (When You Say You Love Me)

Pairings: Geralt/Jaskier/Radovid, Geraskier, Radskier

Characters: Radovid, Jaskier, Geralt of Rivia

Additional tags: porn what plot/porn without plot, okay there's some plot but not a lot, threesome- m/m/m, roleplay, possesive behavior, biting, so much biting, chasing as a sexual act, yeah that's a thing now, rimming, face-sitting, oral sex, blowjobs, jaskier has a fat ass because i said so, coming untouched, fight sex, spitroasting in a way

Word count: 3,448 words

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: explicit

Part 3 of the Predator & Prey series

Summary: "What kind of animal would I be," Radovid drawled, the words leaving his mouth before he could stop himself. Jaskier sent him a strange look.

"Pardon?"

"In this game of yours," Radovid clarified. He tightened his grasp around Jaskier's hips. "What am I?"

Jaskier tilted his head to the side as he inspected his face. His eyes darkened, his tongue poking out to wet his lips.

"A fox," Jaskier concluded. Radovid hummed.

"Elaborate on that."

"Smart, cunning," Jaskier explained, teasing a finger down the side of Radovid's neck. "Crafty. Seemingly a harmless puppy, but you bite hard. Not afraid of a challenge. Leaner and not as tough as a wolf - but still very strong. And you have these sharp features and that reddish tint to your hair, so... a fox. Definitely."

Well, Radovid could make do with that information. It planted a new image in his head - one where that sweet, eager bunny was hunted by not one, but two apex predators at once...

It was as if Jaskier read his mind because he leant in really close to his ear and whispered "why? Would you like to join us?"

Author's notes: So why isn't Geralt/Jaskier/Radovid a thing? (okay okay I know it's because Geralt and Radovid hasn't met in canon but oh well)

Anyway, I had this mental image in my head since someone mentioned that Radovid looks like a fox, so I invited him to Jaskier and Geralt's little game. Oh, also, these fics aren't in chronological order or anything, and the individual stories aren't necessarily connected. The only thing that ties them together is the wolf and bunny roleplay.

Read on Ao3

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Radovid never thought himself to be the type to share, but he quickly had to learn that Jaskier couldn't be tied down. His heart would always belong to Geralt, and so he would always return to his witcher. It bothered him at first, but he soon learnt to appreciate the times he got to spend with Jaskier all the more for it. The bond between Jaskier and Geralt was an unbreakable one, but it did not make Jaskier's love for Radovid inferior. He had enough love for the both of them.

And, well, there may have been a thrill in that, too - shortly after they started seeing each other, Jaskier revealed to him how adventurous his sex life was with Geralt. Getting past the initial jealousy of the knowledge, Radovid grew intrigued by the mental image of Jaskier being naughty with his big buff witcher. Radovid saw him in passing, and he couldn't deny that Geralt was very attractive. Him and Jaskier must have looked delicious together.

Eventually, it was Radovid himself that would ask about the things Jaskier and Geralt did together. One night, Jaskier opened up about something that made his eyebrows shoot up, and heat coil in his core at the same time.

Jaskier had a cheeky little smile on his face as he revealed the details to him about a certain game that he liked to play with Geralt.

"To be fair, we don't always do it like that," Jaskier chuckled from where he sat on Radovid's lap, his arms wrapped around the prince's neck. "But pretty often. We both enjoy it a lot. It's... thrilling. Letting go completely. The animalistic desire of it all, literally. It's always the best kind of sex we have."

"So, Geralt is a wolf, because that's the nickname you came up with for him all those years ago," Radovid mused. He idly caressed Jaskier's lower back. "And you're a bunny, because..."

"Ah, it's not just the nickname. I mean, that happened for a reason. It's his personality. Strong, brave, insanely protective of his loved ones. He's a hunter, all sharp teeth and deep growls. Hard, steely muscles. Agile and fast. A lone wolf, most of the time, but caring for his pack a lot. He can be a bit possessive too, I guess. The dark clothes, hiding him in the darkness of the night as he's looking for his prey... Yeah."

Radovid noted how Jaskier's breath hitched the more he spoke about Geralt like that, and how his cheeks flushed. He really seemed to like this game.

"And, uhm, I'm a bunny because I'm overly energetic, soft and roundish, and irresistibly adorable."

Radovid laughed. "Yes, you are."

"And you know, it's quite sexy to play prey. Just letting a big scary predator do whatever the hell they want to me."

Radovid hummed. He drew patterns onto Jaskier's skin with his fingertips. The more Jaskier said, the more Radovid felt himself become interested. He imagined Jaskier on all fours, whimpering and presenting his rotund behind to a snarling Geralt. He grew hard in his breeches at the thought. Jaskier must have noticed the bulge under him, because he made an amused little sound and wiggled his ass against it.

"Oh, my, what do we have here?"

"What kind of animal would I be," Radovid drawled, the words leaving his mouth before he could stop himself. Jaskier sent him a strange look.

"Pardon?"

"In this game of yours," Radovid clarified. He tightened his grasp around Jaskier's hips. "What am I?"

Jaskier tilted his head to the side as he inspected his face. His eyes darkened, his tongue poking out to wet his lips.

"A fox," Jaskier concluded. Radovid hummed.

"Elaborate on that."

"Smart, cunning," Jaskier explained, teasing a finger down the side of Radovid's neck. "Crafty. Seemingly a harmless puppy, but you bite hard. Not afraid of a challenge. Leaner and not as tough as a wolf - but still very strong. And you have these sharp features and that reddish tint to your hair, so... a fox. Definitely."

Well, Radovid could make do with that information. It planted a new image in his head - one where that sweet, eager bunny was hunted by not one, but two apex predators at once...

It was as if Jaskier read his mind because he leant in really close to his ear and whispered "why? Would you like to join us?"

Radovid had to think of that very old lady from the kitchen to stop himself from coming inside his pants like a pathetic teenager.

"Seriously?" He asked, his voice choked up with arousal. Jaskier bit his lip in a sultry way as he nodded.

"Mhm. I'd love that."

"And Geralt? You said he's possessive."

"Yeah, but I'm here, aren't I? He lets me play with you, too, so I don't think he would hate the idea."

To emphasize his words, Jaskier slipped a hand inside Radovid's collar and caressed his chest, running his fingers through the coarse hair there teasingly.

"That wolf loves spoiling his bunny," Jaskier all but moaned into his ear, "and if his bunny wants to be hunted down by a fox as well, he will cave in."

Radovid reached up to tangle his hands in Jaskier's hair, pulling him down into a heated kiss. He couldn't stop thinking about the idea for a single second.

--

Apparently, Geralt was on board right away. He really had to be whipped for his bunny - not that Radovid blamed him for it. He also never managed to resist Jaskier.

He joined them in their camp in the woods. Slipping out without his guards noticing and making a huge ruckus wasn't an easy task, but he managed. He did laugh at himself a little for how ridiculous it was, that a wealthy prince was sneaking around in the forest just to pretend to be animals with two other men, but his curiosity and his lust were stronger than his embarrassment.

His breath caught in his throat when he spotted Jaskier, sitting on Geralt's lap like he sat on his just about a week prior, dressed only in one of Geralt's shirts and nothing else. He rocked against Geralt's crotch in a steady rhythm as they kissed languidly. Geralt's big hands squeezed the soft, thick flesh of Jaskier's thighs as he pulled him closer. The sight of them together was beautiful.

"Hello?" Radovid called out, a little uncertain. The pair broke apart. Jaskier's eyes lit up when he saw him. Geralt gave him a nod as he released Jaskier.

"You came," Jaskier grinned as he rushed over to him and kissed him on the lips happily. If his mind wasn't already so fried with arousal, Radovid would've made a "not yet" joke.

His eyes fell on Geralt, once him and Jaskier parted. His naked, extremely chiseled torso drew his eye. He understood perfectly why Jaskier was so attracted to him - all those hard muscles, that tall, broad built were ridiculously gorgeous.

"We haven't officially met yet," Radovid said as he reached his hand out for Geralt. Geralt shook his hand with a hum. His skin was warm and his fingers calloused, so different from his and Jaskier's softer, smaller hands.

"You have a surprisingly strong handshake," Geralt noted. Radovid couldn't help but smirk. He glanced at Jaskier who watched them curiously, his long lashes fluttering.

"Are there any rules?"

"Not really, just let go and enjoy," Jaskier told him. "And if someone doesn't like something, we can always stop."

"You gotta show me how it's done," Radovid drawled. Jaskier grinned.

"Want some free show, huh?"

Radovid shrugged with a cheeky grin, but his eyes lit up with interest as Geralt stepped over to Jaskier. It was truly a miracle how Jaskier, who was merely a couple inches shorter than Geralt, with a fairly muscular built covered with nice handfuls of soft flesh managed to look so much smaller compared to the witcher. It was in the way his eyes grew big and innocent as he looked up at him, Radovid noted. A strange instinct, one he's lacked before, flared up in him as he watched Geralt kiss Jaskier with fervor, all but devouring the bard as his hands squeezed all over Jaskier's needily trembling body.

Jaskier threw his head back, revealing his neck to Geralt. Geralt licked a long stripe over his throat, and Jaskier made a noise that caused Radovid to stifle a similar sound.

"Is the bunny not gonna put on a fight?" Geralt drawled. He nosed at Jaskier's jaw with a smirk. "Doesn't he wanna escape?"

"Does he even stand a chance," Jaskier moaned, clawing at Geralt's chest as Geralt sucked on his throat, painting it deep blue and purple with his marks. Jaskier's eyes fell to Radovid, still so big and pleading. Fuck, this was really, really hot. "Does he even stand a chance against two predators at the same time?"

Geralt's eyes were dark and curious as he looked at Radovid.

"Does he?" He asked. Radovid looked at Jaskier, who licked his lips excitedly. His eyes were hooded with lust. The fire inside Radovid burnt harder.

"No, he doesn't," he replied, his voice deeper, thicker than usual. It surprised even him.

"Oh, let's see about that," Jaskier grinned. Then, he started running - not very fast, mind. He clearly had no intention to actually outrun Geralt who sent Radovid a questioning look before he leapt after him.

That would've been so ridiculous if Radovid wasn't so turned on already. Running through the woods in his fancy boots like an idiot? Chasing his lover who pretended to be a horny rabbit?

That was exactly what he did when overcome by a mad lust he hasn't felt before, started running after them. He could only hope he wouldn't trip over a branch and break his neck.

The adrenaline, along with an unfamiliar, primal lust pumped through his veins as he ran between the trees, never losing sight of the other two. Jaskier played the part really well: he kept throwing anxious glances over his shoulder, as if he wasn't burning up with the desire to get caught. Geralt was close on his tail, and Radovid soon caught up to them as well.

Jaskier - possibly on purpose - tripped, and Geralt took the opportunity to grab him and tackle him down onto the ground. Jaskier let out a gasp as Geralt pinned him down, his iron grip around Jaskier's wrists never easing up as he sunk his teeth into Jaskier's neck, growling around the patch of skin in his mouth. Jaskier writhed underneath him, weakly struggling under Geralt's bulk.

Radovid came to kneel next to them on the ground. He watched with rapt interest as Jaskier moaned and whimpered in pleasure as Geralt bit all over his neck and chest, leaving red teeth marks on his skin.

"Doesn't the fox want to take a bite?" Geralt suddenly asked him, his voice surprisingly cheeky. "Don't let go of your prey that easily."

A growl ripped out of Radovid as he leant down and nuzzled Jaskier's neck. Jaskier tilted his head back, encouraging him. So, Radovid did as Geralt told him, and took Jaskier's soft skin between his teeth. It yielded deliciously, and he trembled and whined so prettily. Radovid wanted to hear more. He grabbed Jaskier's shirt and tore at it, trying to get more of his body. Jaskier practically purred in delight.

Radovid and Geralt knocked together in their haste to try and claw and bite as much at Jaskier as they could. Radovid gasped when Geralt suddenly nosed at his neck. He looked up at him questioningly, and Radovid nodded. He swore under his breath when Geralt nipped at him, lighter than he did to Jaskier.

He wasn't sure what came over him again when he growled and sunk his own teeth into Geralt's neck. The witcher's breath hitched. His skin was different from Jaskier's, his scent stronger. Radovid growled harder as he bit all over Geralt's neck, one of his hands gripping at Jaskier's chest and pushing him down on the ground.

Geralt lightly shoved at him, clearly not putting in as much strength as he could, lest he completely shattered him. His eyes were dark with lust as he bit at Radovid's shoulder, tearing at his shirt.

"Mine," Geralt growled, possessively squeezing at Jaskier's thigh. Jaskier's breathing picked up as he watched his predators fight over him, absolutely delighted by the sight.

"Mine," Radovid snarled back. He clawed at Geralt's chest, his fingernails leaving a faint red mark on his skin. When he pulled back, he saw that there was a tiny smear of blood on Geralt's neck where he bit too hard. Radovid's eyes widened in horror.

"Shit, I didn't mean to..."

"That's okay," Geralt drawled, licking his lips. "That's a feisty fox you lured here, little bunny."

Jaskier grinned. His cheeks were flushed pink, his chest heaving with his aroused breaths. His cock was straining, steadily oozing precome.

"Very bitey. I like it."

"Let me just..." Radovid leant in and licked the droplet of blood off Geralt's neck. He was surprised to find Geralt shivering in response.

"Fuck," Jaskier moaned. He pushed himself up on his elbows to see better. "Oh, these are some very possessive predators, alright."

Geralt hovered above him. His strong hands held Jaskier down as he licked and nibbled all over his body. Jaskier looked like the most beautiful, most delicious meal as he laid beneath them, so open, so willing. Radovid hasn't seen him like that before, but now that he did, he couldn't get enough.

They were right about this game, he thought as he sucked hickies into Jaskier's hip, adding his own marks to Geralt's collection. This sinful roleplay woke something primal up in him as well, something that made him want to shed every societal expectation, that made him want to never stop biting and clawing at that beautiful prey beneth him.

He was going to eat him alive.

"Hop on my face," he told Jaskier. Jaskier sent him an amused look, but he did sit up gingerly, grinning when Radovid lay on the ground and started grabbing at his hips.

"Aw, the fox seems really hungry," Jaskier cooed as he climbed up on Radovid's body, hovering above his face in a backwards position. "Don't worry, we have just the treat for him."

He started lowering himself down. Radovid grabbed him and yanked him down in one quick motion, until Jaskier's plump buttocks covered his face. Jaskier let out a gasp when Radovid licked over his hole with a hungry moan. He grabbed onto Jaskier's meaty thighs, digging his fingers into his flesh as he lapped at Jaskier's entrance.

"Oh... What a clever tongue this fox has", Jaskier moaned. He ground his hips down gently, his breath hitching when Radovid lightly nipped at his sensitive skin.

Radovid felt something brush against him. Since he couldn't see due to Jaskier's luscious body covering his face, he could only guess that Geralt knelt over him.

He heard the sound of a belt unbuckling. He moaned straight into Jaskier's hole that fluttered against his tongue eagerly.

"The bunny seems pretty hungry, too," Geralt said. There was an excited little gasp, then Jaskier leant forward. Radovid heard Geralt let out a moan, then hot, wet, sucking sounds. He realized Jaskier started sucking Geralt off, and that made his already painfully hard cock twitch.

"Isn't it great that there's enough of this bunny to share," Geralt growled. His voice rumbled deep in his chest, thick with arousal. Jaskier moaned, his voice muffled by the cock in his mouth.

"He's a whole feast."

He definitely was, and Radovid truly wanted to devour him. He pointed his tongue and thrust it inside, making Jaskier's hips twitch above him. He was heavy, and so warm, his bum, round and thick like a ripe peach, covered his entire face. He ran his hands over his fuzzy, soft thighs, enjoying the way they trembled.

He felt Geralt place a hand on his knee as he moved forward to rock into Jaskier's mouth. Jaskier made a choking sound as Geralt's cock hit the back of his throat. His hole fluttered around Radovid's tongue.

"Does the bunny taste good?" Geralt asked, breathless. While having Jaskier on his face was a heavenly experience, Radovid kind of wished he could see Geralt's face in the throes of passion right now. Radovid moaned again as he circled his tongue, teasing the sensitive nerve endings. Jaskier whimpered around Geralt's dick, grinding his hips down.

Jaskier breathed harshly through his nose as Geralt gently thrust into his mouth. Radovid followed suit as he buried his face in deeper, his hand kneading Jaskier's hips and thighs, fingernails digging into the small rolls at his waist forcefully. He caressed Jaskier's sensitive inner walls with his tongue before he pulled it out and teased it along his rim. Jaskier made a choked-up sound akin to a sob. Geralt shushed him softly.

"That's a good bunny, so good for us."

Radovid continued teasing that tight ring of muscle until Jaskier trembled above him, desperately rocking against his face for more. He plunged his tongue back in, stretching him out, forcing their needy bunny to take everything the fox and the wolf wanted to give him. He fucked Jaskier with his tongue in rhythm with Geralt who canted his hips into that needy mouth.

He heard a deep, guttural moan above him, then a shaky release of breath. Jaskier swallowed audibly. Radovid moaned when he realized what just happened.

"Fuck," Geralt moaned. He kissed Jaskier on the lips noisily. Jaskier whimpered against his mouth.

"Is the fox doing okay under there?" Geralt asked, gently tapping Radovid on the chest. "That rump is quite the handful."

Radovid gave Geralt a weak thumbs up. He could barely breathe with how heavy Jaskier was on his face, especially when he grinded down so desperately, rubbing his plump bottom right against his mouth, but right now, Radovid believed that if he died like this, suffocating under his bunny, it would be worth it.

He fucked Jaskier harder with his tongue, pointing it and thrusting it in as deep as he could. Jaskier cried out in pleasure as Radovid repeatedly hit his sweet spot with the tip of his tongue.

"That's it," Jaskier whimpered, his voice growing high-pitched, his hips stuttering as he approached his climax, "fucking devour me."

Radovid let out a groan. He circled his tongue quicker, his lips closing around Jaskier's hole like a vice to suck on it, attacking him with pleasure from every angle. When his teeth scraped his sensitive skin again, Jaskier came, nearly sobbing as he spilled over Radovid's chest.

Geralt helped Jaskier off Radovid's face. Radovid gasped for breath and blinked against the sudden light as Geralt's face came into view.

"Still good?" He asked. Radovid nodded tiredly. Jaskier nuzzled into his neck with a happy giggle.

"Everyone ate, but what about the wolf?" Jaskier cooed. He settled down comfortably, letting Radovid rest his head on his thighs. "I bet he's hungry."

Geralt's eyes were dark as they landed on Radovid. It made him tremble with want. Geralt reached for Radovid's belt with a questioning look. The prince nodded frantically.

He swore when Geralt's hand closed around his dick. The witcher gave it a few experimental pumps. Radovid threw a hand over his face as he continued cursing. Jaskier caressed his hair, murmuring something Radovid couldn't make out. He didn't even have the chance to comprehend anything because he was engulfed in a warm, wet mouth. He watched, mouth agape, as Geralt bobbed his head up and down, taking his full length easily.

"He's very good at this, isn't he," Jaskier purred, gently scratching at Radovid's scalp. Radovid gripped onto the grass, trying to hold on a little longer as Geralt sucked on his tip, his eyes dark with lust. "When a beast like that unhinges its jaw, you'll be swallowed whole."

Geralt took this opportunity to sink completely down on Radovid's dick, choking lightly when he hit the back of his throat.

Being so aroused for so long now, it didn't take much for Radovid to lose it and empty his load into Geralt's mouth. Geralt pulled off slowly, making sure his teeth scraped over Radovid's oversensitive dick, causing it to twitch one last time.

Geralt laid next to him and kissed Jaskier over Radovid's head. Radovid looked up at them, a grin spreading on his face.

This was definitely the weirdest thing he's ever done, but also the most amazing.

[animasola86]

Voice Appreciation Post

I’ve always loved certain voices. Mostly male voices of a certain timbre, I cannot explain their sound exactly, but when I hear these voices, it does something to me, not necessarily in a romantic/sexual way, mind you. I just enjoy them, very much. They are soothing and relaxing and I could listen to these voices forever. They could say the dumbest or most mundane things, but I would still listen to the sound of them.

And it doesn’t even matter what language they are speaking. I’m German, so my first “voice crush” (if you want to call it that) was a popular voice actor we have here (you see, most/all of foreign movies and shows and video games are being dubbed here and that in a very high quality kind of way), who voiced the German version of Ezio Auditore from Assassin’s Creed II or Geralt of Rivia in the Witcher games, etc. (making these characters my all-time favorite videogame characters, btw).

I also enjoy listening to Japanese seiju - which makes it hard sometimes to read the subtitles of my favorite anime/drama, as I only listen (without understanding much) and enjoy. I don’t know what it is about Japanese men, but most of them just sound so good to me.

As for my newest (or oldest) love and obsession and why I’m writing this post to begin with: I also have a knack for British guys. It’s the accent (I’m not an expert on British accents so I couldn’t tell you which dialect it is or from where it hails, except maybe the Scottish accent, but that’s a no-brainer and also a favorite of mine). So I’ve had my voice crushes on, let’s say, Giles from Buffy, or Mr. Sheffield from The Nanny. (Or maybe I always liked older men too? Hmm.)

This also explains my deep obsession with Chamber of Secrets’ Tom Riddle played by Christian Coulson, whose voice is just, so, ugh. (Highly recommend any audio books he has narrated!) I can’t explain it. It just does things to me.

And the same happened when I played Hogwarts Legacy. I became totally obsessed by one particular voice and you might have guessed from the tags. Sebastian Sallow is not only the best character of the whole game, because he is so versatile and conflicted and adorable and whatnot, but his voice... the way his voice actor (Alfie Nugent, you are my absolute hero, btw!) says things, how his voice just vibrates through me, so low at times, the perfect timbre, no matter what situation Sebastian finds himself in, cheeky, flirty, worried, sad, it always sounds so mind-bogglingly good to me.

I find myself listening to his voice lines over and over again (thank you YouTube) and it helps me so much in writing my fanfiction. I love his voice, really, truly love his voice, it gives me all the good vibes love would do (in a completely platonic kind of way). And it’s just a voice.

Now, speaking about voices, I have to address the AI issue. Is it an issue? Well, I do feel bad for voice actors whose voices are (ab)used without their consent, but from a fan perspective it is the best thing that ever happened to this world. (That took a turn, eh?) Having all these creative people of the Hogwarts Legacy fandom create their own voice lines for Sebastian (and other charaters for that matter) is truly such a blessing. Every day I find more and they are all so good and authentic and the way an AI program can mimic these perfect voices is just beyond me.

So thank you, lovely people who have perfected ElevenLabs, and thank you to the original voice actors for providing those voices in the first place. I salute you all. I thank your voices for keeping me sane in these troubling times we live in.

[dapandapod]

I wanna hear more about ace Jaskier 👀

I can do that 👀 I am very fond of it, so here's a second snippit! Damnit, why work hours, I wanna work on it more now...

Strangely enough, this fic includes a surprising amount of talking about sex 🤣 They figure it out together! Also, Good Friend Geralt rights! (even if it's end goal Geraskier, because my heart needs it)

Jaskier doesn’t respond immediately and when he is looking over, Jaskier is blushing lightly and he is giving Geralt a cheeky smile. “Why Geralt, are you asking about my habits of self love?” Quickly Geralt turns back towards the road, feeling his own face heat up a little. “I suppose I am. I did really mean generally though, because some of those songs you sing… well. And some of the books you carry with you at times also lean towards the uh… spicier audience.” “My, my, Geralt, did they make you hot and bothered?” Jaskier teases, and Geralt huffs an embarrassed laugh. “Guess that’s why I’m asking,” he shrugs, and Jaskier softens again. He does that a lot now, the gentling around the eyes. It is a becoming look. “It is a reasonable question, if a bit private. But I think that it helps, reading I mean. It allows me to experience and enjoy that part of life without having to… join in? It is safe, because they don’t want me.” He trails off, mind far away, as if he stumbled upon something. “Huh. Well, sidestepping self discovery and back to your question. Yes, it happens, but like you said, it is not aimed anywhere. I can appreciate someone or something being sexy, but it close to never leads me to wanting someone to touch me.”

And so on, and so forth, I wanna give you more, but at this rate, I'll be giving you the entire fic xD hope you like!

[fangirlstorycreator]

Hey everyone! I'm back from my little social media break, and it was much needed. It has got me thinking about my tumblr page, and how I feel like mixing it up a bit, have a bit of a change so to speak. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love writing for my favourite Thomas characters, and I will happily continue to write and receive asks for them. But I want to broaden the character list a little more, and offer some more choices. So having said that, I will be writing a little list at the end of this post of some characters I'm more than happy to write about, they will include cartoon or anime versions too. They will be from films and TV shows I've watched so I'll know about each characters story line and how they would be in a story. Some are characters who are similar to Terry, dark, lonely and in need of their Y/N. But there are a few in the list who are happy or cheeky characters, just to give a diffrent vibe. So, yeh! I'd love to hear what your thoughts are about this, and I will look forward to seeing if anyone will choose from this list 😃 thank you 💚

1. Thorin Oakenshield (The Hobbit)

2. Thranduil Greenleaf (The Hobbit)

3. Arthur Curry (Aquaman)

4. Dragon age characters

Iron Bull

Cullen

Fenris

5. Daemon Targaryen (House Of The Dragon)

6. Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

7. Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

8. Loki Laufyson (Marvel)

9. Eric Northman (True Blood)

10. Guy of Gisborne (Robin Hood Series)

11. Spike (Buffy The Vampire Slayer)

12. Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead)

13. Severus Snape (Harry Potter)

14. Mitchel (Being Human)

15. Aemond (House Of The Dragon)

16. Joey (Friends)

17. Matteo (Benidorm)

18. Lucien (Underworld)

19. Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter)

20. Alucard (Castlevania)

[ineffable-omen]

It was a bright day at Corvo Bianco, the birds singing, the sun shining, and yet the distinct smell of herbs.. Of course with all great things, a little chaos was brought along.

***

Geralt sped out the front door. " Hah! Too old for a run, Regis? " He teased, having stole her notebook which the vampire had spent hours working. " Geralt!- you know how I like to work undisturbed! " Regis raised her voice in a whiny tone. " You'll have to catch me, or are you a little scared~. " The vampire sighed, glancing back into the house before chasing him down.

Regis quite quickly caught up, which Geralt noticed. " Haha! You want it? " The witcher continued to tease, not concentrating where he was going. She didn't find him too amusing, yet wasn't too much of a killjoy to immediately ruin the fun. " Geralt.. " Regis said in a firm tone. " Can't hear you! "

It was all fun and games till he tripped backwards over something, falling back. Of course, Regis came tumbling right after. There was a slight cry of shock, followed by painful groans. Once everything became clear, The two realised they had fallen ontop of each other. Geralt blinked, silently exchanging looks. " Oh dear! My sincerest apologies!.. " Regis spoke nervously, but instead of complete worry she found herself blushing, feeling tingly and warm. " Oh.. its alright- I guess. " The witcher also found in a slight moment of a connection.

They stayed silent for a while, the shock being tinted with confusion but also love. Geralt's expression turned into a cheeky smile, grabbing Regis and rolling over so he was now ontop. " !!! " She grunted, chuckling, and cheeks still flustered. The witcher also giggled to himself, now returning into a rested smile. Their eyes met. Lost in the glint of each other's. It went to the point where they didn't even notice this was going on. The breeze running through the witcher's silky hair. Lips waiting to meet yet was held back by anxiety. " Geralt of Rivia.. " Regis muttered, focused on his body. " Yeah? .." he replied. " I love you. " The vampire hummed softly, so soft it was like sweet nectar of a flower. " Mm. Now why don't you show me that? " Geralt took this moment with a witty comment.

Regis lifted herself the best she could, meeting lips with the witcher. He gave a moan of pleasure during this, holding her hands instead. Eyes closed, and slight silence, but so many emotions rushing in the both. Regis had her arms wrapped around his back, which then lowered down. After moments of love was savoured, Regis pulled away, a hand sliding against his jaw, rough with his slight-shaved beard but soothing. " Dammit. I just adore you. " Geralt grunted. " Hm.. Show me perhaps?~ " The vampire used his words against him. The witcher paused in disbelief yet smiled once again. " Then you'll be glad to know how I can bed you. " his voice rumbling out. " Sounds like a plan, darling. " She peered whilst speaking. Geralt gave a wry chuckle, sweeping her off the ground and into his arms, returning to the house.

[arianaofimladris]

I tried the third season. After the initial facepalm of the first three minutes, after swallowing the fact that Yennefer-imposter character is acting exactly opposite to Yennefer character (no surprise there), I decided to look at it as a parody. Worked just fine for about the next fifteen minutes. I mean it was in a way hilarious, watching how after two seasons the scriptwriters realised they had forgotten to show in any way any kind of relation between Geralt and Yennefer, other than them being two characters who randomly fucked in two episodes of the first season. So to make it up and pretend to build some kind of background and past, the characters were made to casually reminisce all the weird places they had sex in. Yeah, while the physical aspect of their relations is a huge part in canon, in relation to what season 2 presented, and what we get to see, it was ridiculous.

I really liked Yarpen, the actor is doing great job and Yarpen seems lively and in character.

And just as I was beginning to settle in watching this as a comedy and parody, Jaskier came in, looking and behaving pathetic and sort of unable to utter a sentence. Mouthy, cheeky, cocky and impertinent Dandelion reduced to this. Nah, thanks.

And then sadly I was reminded of that bullshit subplot with the elves and Francesca, followed by some bullshit about the elves obsessing over Ciri, followed by the bullshit Ciri served about how she is going to unite everyone. What the hell. It's not Star Wars,, for God's sake. Followed by the Sherrawed fighting scene that looks more elaborated than that sneak peak they published some time ago, but still has so many idiotic sequences and illogical shots (like Geralt strolling casually in the background while a second later he's running and picking back a knife he had supposedly thrown?. Or the fact that they made a trap and Geralt left Rience alive (yeah, because the plot will demand his presence later)) .

I gave up at the "drama" of Jaskier being shot and "dying" and being ridiculous while doing so. The cringe was too hard there.

All in all, I tried only to make sure my initial idea of simpky watching some cool scenes without having to deal with shitload of the plot the scriptwriters came up with was the best I could have. I guess I will just wait for the Internet to tell me where to find in these episodes scenes I might enjoy watching. Like Geralt fighting. Or perhaps Geralt visiting Codringer and Fenn, I saw a photo and it looked nice.

Yennefer is still butchered to the point where she only shares the name and eye color with Yennefer of Vengerberg. The last word I would ever use to describe Yennefer of Vengerberg is pathetic or pleading and that's what I see - but then hardly a surprise, given how the character arc was butchered in the previous season, they had to continue that.

With Ciri the issue remains too - her character is still being written as that of a teenager, at this Belletyn festival she acts like a cheery kid and that is all nice, except it is being performed by an actress who simply looks too old. Don't get me wrong, she looks nice and pretty, but she looks her age, between 25 and 30, she does not have this kind of "endless child type of beauty" - and as a result her looks do not correspond with how her character is written. It's jarring.

Geralt is always nice to watch except when you get a close up look on the hideous lenses they still haven't changed in all this time.

[kuwdora]

Latest things meme... (Two posts in one day? Wonders never cease. Enjoy the ADHD flavor rambling below.)

Anyway, thank you always for the tag @kiriele!

Last song:

I have to again preface that most of my music consumption is for vid-related purposes these days.

I came across this hilarious meme that gave me my latest vid idea. It’s a photo of Paris Hilton picking out some ice cream treats, and overlaid on the treats are one Cassian Andor from Star Wars and John Silver from Black Sails. The captain reads “Actually, can I have five more of these [can’t escape the narrative] bitches?” And the OP writes “finally figured out why these two makes me so feral.”

I saw that and I felt like my third eye opened. Like. 🤯 Because there is a perfect thematic vid there showcasing these two’s specific struggles. Especially in the context of resisting an encroaching empire and and and... they really got sucked into the narrative and can't! fucking get out!! And then they end up believing in the cause (in their own ways) and ah ah ah...ahhhhh..

Okay that context being given, I went and spent all 5 minutes going “I need a song. I need a song for these two. Two sources, two voices? Maybe, maybe not. Male vocalist? Raging against the authority is punk, but I love mash-ups and pitting parallels and contrasts of with multiple musical sources. Wait, I already had a DJ artist who made this other mash-up I loved am going to use for a vid…surely he has something that could be… interesting or great for Cassian Andor and John Silver. Surely??”

Friends. Friends. Even those of you who don't know or care about vidding, this is just a sort of beautiful mini-nirvana moment when you discover the perfect song (especially so quickly).

BEHOLD. My Cassian Andor and John Silver vidsong that I may or may not make but you hear it first:

I can see the whole vid unfolding before my eyes. Frantically trying to download Black Sails and searching my 3 hard drives to make sure I had in fact nabbed Andor earlier for a different vid idea. Yet…I have so many other vid things in my queue and only so much hard drive space and brainRAM.

Currently watching:

Star Trek: Strange New Worlds. I want to like it more than I do. I like elements of the characters, (La’An and Chapel are extremely compelling, Ethan Peck is bringing a great human cheekiness to his portrayal of Spock, Pike remains a great Space Dad) but there’s still something that’s not gelling fully with me. Which is sad because I am so on board with the more episodic angle again and some of the classic themes and motifs from TOS but it’s just…idk, I think I need a whole post to think aloud on it.

Currently reading:

Ahsoka by EK Johnston, Baptism of Fire by Andrzej Sapkowski. Almost done with Spin State by Chris Moriarty.

Currently obsessed with: Oh, I’m burbling with obsession…

In my reading I’m still losing my mind over how much I love Baptism of Fire. Milva sucker punching a peasant. Regis’ entrance to the narrative. ZOLTAN, sloppy drunk. Geralt dreaming of Ciri…Ciri dreaming of Geralt. 😭

Ahsoka learning how to pretend to be a Normal Twice-Orphaned Teenager. How do people interact outside wartime situations and executing battle strategy?? Honey… (I need to go look for some post-O66 Ahoska fic novels…)

ALSO!!! @dragneto has also infected me witcher fic idea that’s got me foaming at the mouth. I want to tackle the idea but I’m also dying to finish my WIP chapter first before I can play. I’m so obsessed with this ridiculously horny and sad idea.

I also have 4 vid ideas I’m chewing on like a rabid gremlin and it is definitely to the point of obsession. Mad that I won’t be able to follow through in the short or medium term…too much on the brain, lack of focus, stress from life stuff, other WIPs eating away at me.

Two Witcher ones vid ideas: my Phil vid…she’s so bad, I love her. Sexy song, lots of bad. And I am revisiting an old pan-canon humor/thirst/thematic vid about Geralt… Which is more about how the characters see him.

Then I got my Star Wars Rebels idea which I’m having technical problems that’s keeping me from starting.

…And then this Andor/Black Sails thing…

tagging @deerna and @danegen and @shetiger and @simuran and @whatkindofnameisvolta ...and anyone else who wants to go.

[motorclit]

So before going to bed last night, I listened to some music from the Witcher 3 soundtrack. I ended up having a dream where there was another "conjunction of the spheres" where our world collided with the world the Witcher takes place in.

I met Geralt, who spoke a different language (in-dream logic told me it was Polish but I couldn't tell you if it was actually Polish or not) and didn't know English. Like... at all.

How I met him was when he was fighting ghouls and was getting ganged up on, so I fired a gun into the air and that scared the ghouls off (i wanna say there were a couple of alghouls in there but i cant remember). Geralt then proceeded to follow me around like a puppy because he was in a sliver of this world and not his, and he was very lost and confused with all the cars and the noise and shit. Apparently animals in our world have more personality and sass, so Roach was being a cheeky shit to him because of our world's effect on her.

At some point, I introduce him to pizza, and communicate with him using a translator on my phone. He told me that my gun scared the shit out of him as much as it did the ghouls, especially since it's not magic-based at all, and that's when he proceeded to flirt with me and tell me that he likes women who scare the shit out of him.

Also apparently he loves pizza so much he claimed something along the lines of giving the belief in gods a try, because no mortal could come up with a recipe so delicious without divine intervention.

Despite all this, the dream was actually somewhat short because my cat woke me.... fucking asshole.

[starwrittenfates]

She's taken by surprise when he wakes up with ease, as if he had already been awake the whole entire time. It makes Syanna think back to her brief time with Geralt, wondering if it must be a Witcher thing. Either way, it seems her comment doesn't bother him as she spots smirking. Even with his scars, she wouldn't take back what she said about him being handsome. After all, she has her own scars too.

Just as she gets up to stretch and prepare herself for the rest of their journey, it's his words that send her heart fluttering, leaving her speechless for a bit. She had flirted with Geralt and got nothing, but with Eskel, it was the opposite. He really was starting to grow on her, and in a way she didn't expect to have happen. A genuine way.

Trying to find a way to calm her racing heart and regain herself, Syanna turned towards him, giving a cheeky smile. "If I didn't know any better, with talk like that, I'd almost think you're after my heart, dear Eskel. Not that I mind. You give a very tempting offer, and I just happen to be a woman of taste. I'll have to take you up on that when we can." She winks.

Syanna then moves to start preparing some breakfast. It seemed her sister's guards hadn't caught up to them yet. It almost made her want to laugh just picturing the dumb knights trying to look around and returning to her little sister with their hands empty. However, Syanna had to remain focused on their journey ahead.

Destiny brought them together for a reason and they had to follow through with that goal until the end.

Eskel considered brewing up some more potions, oils and craft some bombs while Sylvia Anna slept, but reconsidered, not wishing to disturb her. His alchemy could wait an evening. Instead he remained looking out to the mouth of the cavern and waited until she had dozed off, before starting to meditate... remaining aware of his surroundings all the while. Keeping his enhanced senses focused on their surroundings, reaching outward for miles in each direction. Scent and sound mapping it all out in his mind's eye. Yet her heartbeat kept him focused on the present as well... how much quicker it got now and again as time went on... tossing and turning, murmuring to herself. Nightmares. He was no stranger to them himself... and had the feeling that aside from his nightmares of the Trials and pogrom that destroyed Kaer Morhen, many of them were not entirely dissimilar to her own. Albeit involving fewer vampires and more sorcerers. The Black Sun likely haunting them both, along with the consequences of the fools who had believed it blindly. Who had doomed countless others, including most of themselves in the process. And then there was his own guilt, the price of neutrality he had paid, and then some, dooming many no less than Stregobor and his ilk had.

Rare was the evening where he slept a dreamless sleep... where he didn't feel the enraged, rejected Princess' blade again in the upper courtyard of Kaer Morhen, sinking into his gut and slashing repeatedly across the right half of his face while Geralt shouted a warning and rushed to intervene. Or see Sabrina Glevissig's smirking face and bared form... her long blood red hair tickling his flesh, hovering over him in his bed in the keep as he lie recovering beneath the effects of her magic spells and potions. Unable to help but return her passion. Taking from him what she likewise had from the huntsman of Caingorn, gleefully violating the sanctity of what remained of the School of the Wolf. Or see Deidre's shocked, betrayed, rain soaked visage in the streets of Ban Gleán after their lengthy, narrow duel amid crowds of onlookers, his silver sword embedded through her heart and out her back, stained red like his hands. Holding her as the life left her... and afterwards rejecting the bags of coin offered to him as reward... carrying her away to the woods and building her funeral pyre. Taking both the magic ring and silver wolf brooch she had worn before setting her down on the pyre and setting it ablaze, to remember her... when a reflective surface wasn't around to do so, and his face did not itch.

Such evenings he didn't see or feel those memories were always welcome. Peace was so rare that it was always worth remembering when the Path did have mercy on him. Time seemed to suspend itself as he lapsed in and out of his meditation... hours passing by in a breeze. When he lapsed out of the mediation periodically, he was sure to add more wood to the fire, keeping its blaze and heat going. Before he knew it, it was the early morning, she had awoken nearby with a start from a nightmare, and soon drew closer to him and held out her hand as if to touch him, yet hesitated and did not do so. The Witcher remained still as he mapped her out with echolocation, giving her form even with his eyes closed... before opening his viper eyes once more at her voice, revealing he was yet quite awake. Looking back into her blue gaze, his scarred lips smirked faintly at her less than subtle flirtation... his deep, languid voice returned it to Syanna in full, with interest. Rising up at last from the spot he sat upon near the fire, adjusting his cloak.

"Not a word thrown my direction often. By all means, admire away... been appreciating the recent scenery upgrade myself. Might not be a man of wealth, but I am one of taste. Difficult as the journey will doubtless be... I think a comfortable bed at the closest tavern would be more... fitting... to share with a lovely noblewoman, than the floor of a cavern. Witcher or not... I try to have a little class. Waiting a bit only makes things more enjoyable anyways... in my experience. Patience has its rewards. Best have yourself some breakfast. Going to need your energy, for the day ahead."

@starwrittenfates

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

Okay, okay. I wrote the thing. Inspired by this post: Jaskier accidentally slaps Geralt while flinging his arms around during an angry rant.

“—the fucking cheek of that prick! I can’t believe he thought he could get away with it!”

Jaskier spun around on his heel, gesticulating with his arms as he spoke, his words quick and furious. Geralt watched the performance with a raised eyebrow, thankful that he’d removed the bard from the tavern and gotten him into their shared room before he could start throwing things.

“Oh, yes, it’s a very wise idea to hurl around such baseless accusations when the subject of your insults is out in the fucking wilderness saving your shitty fucking village! The nerve of these arseholes, Geralt, I swear…”

Jaskier’s voice was growing higher and louder, cracking at the edges. Geralt edged forwards.

“Jaskier,” he said, hands raised as if he was approaching a wild animal, “The man’s an idiot, but—”

Jaskier wasn’t listening, still wildly flailing his arms. “And another fucking thi—”

SMACK. His hand connected with Geralt’s cheek in a world-ending, back-handed slap. The ringing sound of skin on skin would have been impressive, under any other circumstances.

Geralt blinked, dazed. Jaskier’s hands flew to his mouth in horror.

“Oh, Geralt!” He cried, “Oh no, oh no… I’m so sorry!”

The slap hadn’t even hurt. Of course it hadn’t: Geralt was a witcher, for fucks sake. A single accidental slap from the hand of a half-cut bard barely even registered to him.

Jaskier, however, was beside himself. The sudden shock of it had pulled him out of his furious ranting. Geralt had assumed it was the sudden sting of pain that had broken him from his clamouring - Geralt was sturdy: it would have been like slapping a wall. But Geralt knew human emotions, and Jaskier wasn’t vibrating with fear or reeking of pain. If anything, he seemed sad, his eyes suddenly filling with tears as he rushed forwards, cupping Geralt’s face in his hands, tilting Geralt’s head so he could better see the place where he had slapped him.

“Oh,” he said, “Geralt, I’m so sorry. I hit you! All because I was so angry about that stupid man…” He made a sad little noise, his eyebrows twisted upwards.

Geralt knew that there wouldn’t even be a mark where Jaskier had struck him, but Jaskier was looking anyway, cupping his jaw and gently stroking his thumb against the place where his hand had connected with Geralt’s face.

“I hope you can forgive me, Geralt,” Jaskier muttered, eyes sparkling.

Geralt rolled his eyes. “I’m a witcher,” he said, gruffly, “I fight monsters for a living. It was like being swat at by a kitten…”

Jaskier wasn’t listening. “...you must think I’m a beast…”

“...or a particularly fierce moth,” Geralt continued, aware that he was being ignored.

Jaskier continued to paw at him, uncaring for Geralt’s dismissals. His touch was soft and light - gently examining Geralt’s face for a bruise that Geralt knew he would never find. He wanted to push him away, to insist he was being foolish - but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been touched with such deliberate care. Geralt could feel Jaskier’s heartbeat in his fingertips, vibrating through his jaw, making his skin tingle.

Finally, Jaskier unhanded him with a soft exhale. Geralt immediately missed the touch, his skin feeling oddly cool and empty without Jaskier’s intense attention. Jaskier peered at him, but didn’t step back.

“Did it hurt?” He asked, horribly sincere.

Geralt paused. This sudden closeness - Jaskier’s hands on his face, and the mere inches tingling between them - was somehow more shocking than the slap. And more shocking still was the sudden revelation that he hadn’t wanted it to end.

“Terribly,” he said, finally. “It hurt terribly.”

Jaskier’s eyes widened and he began to chew on his lower lip. His ears were turning red. Geralt took a small step forwards, suddenly unsure: but judging by the hitch in Jaskier’s breath and the stuttering beat of his heart, he hadn’t misjudged the movement. Slowly, he reached out, lightly gripping Jaskier’s arm, just below his elbow. Jaskier leant into the touch, as if by instinct.

“How can I ever make it up to you?” He breathed, copying Geralt’s movement, closing the gap between them until their chests were touching.

“You’ll have to nurse me back to health…” Geralt murmured, letting his hand slowly move up Jaskier’s arm. “Or…”

“Or?”

Geralt tucked a loose strand of hair behind Jaskier’s ear, letting his fingers linger on the side of his face.

“Or you could kiss it better.”

Jaskier’s face flushed suddenly, violently pink, and he froze beneath Geralt’s touch. For a moment, Geralt feared that he’d said the wrong thing, when Jaskier let out a long sigh, leaning towards him.

“Does that mean you can find it in your heart to forgive me?” He said, his lips brushing lightly against Geralt’s cheek, his breath warming Geralt’s skin.

“Hmm,” Geralt responded, tilting his head so Jaskier’s mouth was pressed against his jaw, “I think I can.”

[awstark]

me vs wanting to draw ducklings imprinting on geralt 

like the scenario would be so fucking cute or someone write a fic plea se

[stellanimarum]

@sheharrowed asked:

13. my muse washes your muse’s hair (for the boy)

----------------- The water was warm, soothing against his skin and soaking his hair. On the path there was minimal opportunity to simple luxuries such a bath and definitely not one as nice as this one. He was able to relax without draping his legs over the side for starters and actually recline which he did so, eyes rested shut. 

Soft hands then found themselves in his hair and sweet fragrances soaps were applied to his white tresses. The Witcher let out an involuntary purr in approval, leaning more into the touch. Gods, he’d missed this, Tamara taking care of him...and close.   “Hmm, perhaps I should come back filthy more often if it means this.” He smirked reopening his eyes and tilting his head upwards so golden could meet blue.