#jaskier is a tattoo artist

[chaosandorder46]

OK...the glassblowing AU was spawned in the comment section of a current WIP. Triss is the very single artist/owner of a glassblowing studio, somehow Sabrina makes her way into a class, and the rest is history. This one will probably lean toward the sillier side, because DID YOU KNOW THE FURNACE IN GLASSBLOWING IS REFERRED TO AS A GLORY HOLE? Jaskier and Yen have things to say about that.

Next, we have a smirking, but reserved owner of a shop selling fountain pens, specialty inks, paper, etc (deVries stationary) located next to a tattoo shop. The new artist is a bit chaotic, but has flowing black hair and the most unique purple eyes. Their lives intersect...the rest is history. This would probably be more serious, but also, I can't really take anything seriously?

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look: height - short (155 cm) eyes - hazel? hair - brown that could dye green tattoos - sun and moon on knees in hs piercings - piercings/earrings childish voice, makes weird random noises, creates her own words and twists them (wymienia r z l w słowie np garelia czy kernel) shuffle shoes when walking usually makes weird poses and faces - very expressive, can spin around due to autism or do smth with her hands because of that, childish behavior, covers ears when in panic or rocks back and forth, flaps arms/hands (autism), jumps up and down etc. i lubi nosić smycz czy coś innego do skubania jak się denerwuje her personality is more like a sidekick (for example Mushu or squirrel from Over the hedge as she's not a prince[ss]), Gordon Ramsay (Brandon said so), Ellie (The last of us) and Jaskier (Witcher)

interests:

games like Epistory typing chronicles, Syberia, The sims series, Choices but lately it's too sexual for her, car racing games on PC, Criminal case, trivia, unihockey and badminton, board games, jigsaw puzzles, poker online, FOE, Chickensmoothie, Nationstates, dress up games and maybe CAH

fashion, collecting, thrifting, interior design, maximalism (Iris Apfel), vintage, plushies, clowns, trolls, Moomins

making collages and eventually scrapbooking, drawing, writing

movies (also how they are made and acting)

true crime a little

Eurovision, singing, a bit dancing and listening to music (also music videos), likes variety of genres: especially christmas vintage music, alternative/indie and 80s but mostly melancholic music lately, fav bands: Ashbury Heights, Alphaville, Melanie Martinez, Temples, Rome, Simon & Garfunkel, Hole, Tegan and Sara, Queen, fav songs: Logical song, People are lonely, Letter to God, Swim -Boy epic, Flowers - Miley Cyrus and Benee - Green honda, Hollow - Dons and Rim tim tagi dim - Baby lasagna etc.

fav car is DeLorean but also loves Dodges and jeeps, might be interested in old automobiles and big motorcycles but not as much as Nat, tries to drive in hs a little and rides horses, tiry

quizzes, surveys

only surprises she likes are those Kinder ones (and similar like the ones attached to juice or water bottles)

favorite artists - Tim Walker, Andy Goldsworthy, Marina Abramovic, Leonora Carrington, Remedios Varo, fav art: Krzyk - Munch and a dog figure from our neighboring city

likes puns/word play and reference humor or smth like Simpsons

favorite color - neon/lime green, black, mustard and yellow, identifies with blue sometimes tho favorite number - 6 and 7

favorite season - summer

favorite plant - many like sunflowers and weeping willows or succulents

favorite animal - raccoon but also likes elephants and small dogs like pugs and chihuahuas, will spot cats but mixed feelings about those, will visit pet stores on occassions

food (her fav or trying new stuff)

favorite emoji - poop

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enjoy limitless possibilities here in celestire islands, rosemary winters ( resident evil ), miranda vanderbilt ( monster prom ), writer barbie ( barbie ), and julian alfred pankratz/jaskier/dandelion ( the witcher ), where you can start the new life you've always longed for. make sure you read the checklist, as we'll be sending the discord link through ims! enjoy your new dream, kaz!

( resident evil, dupes not allowed. jenna ortega, she/her, demi-woman. ) ——- hey, is that ( rosemary winters ) hanging around ( lunalia animal shelter )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( twenty one ) year old ( tattoo artist apprentice ) and ( skateboarding )? they’re notorious for being ( devoted ) yet ( insecure ), and i always seem to hear ( strange ) by ( blood orchid ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( getting into a fist fight in high school ), and they’re associated with ( an icy chill spreading from their fingertips, sitting alone at lunch in school, always having headphones on blasting music ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( having to leave her dad behind ), but it must have just been a bad dream. // — [ kaz, 30 / cst. they/them ]

( monster prom, dupes not allowed. havana rose liu, she/they, bigender. ) ——- hey, is that ( miranda vanderbilt ) hanging around ( astera beachfront )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( twenty three ) year old ( heiress and actress ) and ( collecting silverware )? they’re notorious for being ( family-oriented ) yet ( naive ), and i always seem to hear ( bev hills ) by ( not the main characters ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( convincing people she was a real life princess ), and they’re associated with ( a shiny crown adorned by silky hair, dark thoughts stated in a cutesy tone, the vast expanse of the cold dark ocean ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( not fulfilling her family duties ), but it must have just been a bad dream. // — [ kaz, 30 / cst. they/them ]

( barbie (2023 movie), dupes allowed sorta. quintessa swindell, they/he, non-binary. ) ——- hey, is that ( writer barbie/barbara 'babs' wright ) hanging around ( enchanted brews )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( twenty four ) year old ( author ) and ( reading books )? they’re notorious for being ( scholarly ) yet ( easily influenced ), and i always seem to hear ( bejeweled ) by ( taylor swift ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( getting their first book published ), and they’re associated with ( dancing to choreographed songs each night, waking up with a smile on their face, expressing themselves through words on a page ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( watching the zack snyder cut ), but it must have just been a bad dream. // — [ kaz, 30 / cst. they/them. ]

( the witcher (games & show), dupes not allowed. tony thornburg, he & they, demi man. ) ——- hey, is that ( julian alfred pankratz/jaskier/dandelion ) hanging around ( enchanted brews )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( thirty five ) year old ( singer ) and ( poet )? they’re notorious for being ( flirtatious ) yet ( unnecessarily dramatic ), and i always seem to hear ( writer in the dark ) by ( lorde ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( booking their first gig ), and they’re associated with ( the scratching of quill and ink against parchment, running alongside wolves, the power of words in tense situations ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( losing track of ciri ), but it must have just been a bad dream. // — [ kaz, 30 / cst. they/them. ]

[actionnerdgamerlove]

Field of Dandelions

You should read this fic on AO3, by @laughingatlivedragons

I made header art for her for Valentines day!

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

IUI- Favorite Weirdo

i missed the idiots 🤷‍♀️ 

Warnings: none i think? its a lil ‘slice of life’ thing idk

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Triss’ face lit up as Geralt walked into the tattoo shop, arms laden with coffee and muffins, as promised. 

“Oh thank fuck you’re here,” Triss sighed, snagging the largest drink out of Geralt’s tray and almost sending the whole thing crashing to the ground, “I haven’t been able to get to a single email all day. Can you distract Ciri for like an hour? Maybe two?”

Geralt set the rest of his coffee shop haul down on the counter before kissing Triss on the forehead and handing her her favorite flavor muffin, “Where did you lock the little beast?”

Taking a massive bite of the muffin, Triss pointed toward the little kitchenette/break room just as the sound of stainless steel bowls clattering to the ground burst out of the crack in the door. She just looked at Geralt with pleading eyes for a moment before taking a massive swig of coffee. 

Frowning, and a little scared to see what had happened, Geralt poked his head into the kitchen, “What’s going on in here kiddo?”

Ciri was desperately trying to scoop what looked like pancake batter back into a bowl but froze as soon as she heard Geralt, staring at him as only a nine-year-old who’s been caught red-handed can, “Nothing.”

“Mhm, looks like it,” Geralt snickered, “Would you like some help with nothing?”

Sitting back on her heels, Ciri let her batter-covered hands plop onto her jeans as she nodded, giving him her biggest puppy eyes. 

“I brought snacks, do you just want to clean up and eat those or do you want pancakes still?”

“Uncle bear, this isn’t food it’s homemade playdough! Kind of… I don’t think I got it right...” 

Geralt could only sigh, “You’re so lucky Mum sent me in after you.”

Forty-five minutes later, they’d somehow removed all evidence of the failed craft project and Geralt had offered himself up as the walking talking coloring book as per usual. 

“Hey, Geralt?” Ciri asked, coloring each feather on his Griffin tattoo a different highlighter color.

He immediately perked up at the use of his actual name but kept his tone casual, “Yeah, Kiddo?”

She took a moment to glance up at him, looking oh so much like her mother as she turned around and pretended to dip the marker she was using in an ink cap and tucked her hair behind her ear as she got back to filling in the tattoo, “Do you think I’m weird?”

He could barely keep from cracking up at the question. She was easily the weirdest kid he’d ever met, and it was only reinforced by the way she treated the marker like a tattoo machine and even wiped a paper towel over the spot she was working on. But something in the way she asked made him think that would be the wrong answer. 

“Why do you ask?”

“Dara called me weird at school and some other kids laughed.”

Geralt waited for her to continue, but she just leaned a little closer to the tattoo to work on coloring the eyes bright blue so he prodded her a bit, “I thought you and Dara were friends?”

“We are, I think he meant it nicely. But why would the other kids laugh if he wasn’t being mean?” 

“Ah…” Geralt nodded sagely, a move he’d perfected over the years that tricked Ciri into thinking he was far wiser than he really was, “They haven’t learned how much fun weirdos can be. I fill my life with weirdos.”

Ciri giggled, “Are you calling your family weirdos?”

“Absolutely,” Geralt confirmed, an over-exaggerated serious look on his face that made Ciri give another round of giggles. 

“I’m your favorite weirdo though, right?”

“Nope” he answered, popping the p with a shit-eating grin on his face. Ciri shoved at his arm with a gasp as he continued, “You’re my second favorite.”

She capped the marker and folded her arms, looking far too much like her other mother with mock offense on her face, “Who beat me?!”

“Uncle Ask,” Geralt answered as if it was the most obvious answer in the world and making Ciri roll her eyes as she picked out another color.

“But you said he was the coolest person you knew last week?”

“Yup,” Geralt nodded, “A cool weirdo.”

Ciri shot him a suspicious glare as if she was trying to figure out a puzzle, “I think he’s just your favorite person.”

“Well, yeah. That’s why I married him.” 

Making a face Ciri poked him a little extra hard with the maker she was using, another painfully Yen action, “I’m still mad I didn’t get to go to the wedding.”

Geralt couldn’t help but belly-laugh at this, “Kid you weren’t even born yet.”

“But I like weddings!”

“Well if you find a Tardis you’re welcome to go attend!”

As the conversation spiraled into stubborn nine-year-old silliness, Triss and Jaskier leaned against the door to the large open tattooing area.

Sipping his chai latte, Jaskier frowned and pointed at his husband, “Every time they hang out it seems like he turns into even more of a child.”

Triss stifled a laugh so they wouldn’t be caught watching, “I find it cute. Until she convinces him to do something stupid.”

“Like the hand-stand incident?” Jaskier asked, snickering as quietly as possible. 

“What possessed him to let her do a handstand on a moving horse?!” Triss asked, both amused and baffled. 

Jaskier sighed and shrugged, “He’s a himbo.”

“This himbo can hear you!” Geralt called, raising his hand behind Ciri’s back to flip them off with a grin over his shoulder. 

Triss and Jaskier turned to each other with wide eyes and a guilty look before cracking up. 

Guiding Triss back to the front desk, Jaskier called over his shoulder, “I love you, honey!”

Geralt raised his voice so they could hear him as they walked down the hall, “Weirdos can also be lovable assholes, Ciri.”

The last they could hear from the room as Jaskier and Triss got back to work was Ciri squealing about a swear jar in absolute delight. 

[wolf-and-bard]

The Geraskier tattoo artist AU of my dreams:

-Geralt is one of those hidden gems in terms of tattoo artistry like he has absolutely no social media, most people who walk into his shop - a nondescript red-brick building with the smallest sign in some long-dead scripture - turn on their heels as soon as they are met with his grumpy glower; the only way he does get traffic is word of mouth; he's reliable, excels at his craft, just not good at the interpersonal side of things. The fact that he constantly has circles under his eyes and is inked toe to neck doesn't help

-One day, Geralt is just about to clean up, a man crashes into his shop, panting, hair tousled; he has the prettiest eyes, but doesn't look like a potential customer. "Sorry, was chased by an angry ex."

-"If you don't want to get inked, get out of here," Geralt barks and the man grins. "On second thought..."

-And Jaskier knows his agent will kill him for this, but he can't stop himself; one look at the brooding tattoo artist and Jaskier's practically crawling onto his table; okay, yes, he can be impulsive at times, and as a model, he should think long and hard before getting ink, but dammit he's intrigued; he figures he can always become a tattoo model

-"What do you want?" the man says, Geralt judging by the minimalistic business cards scattered over his counter; "Small thing really," Jaskier says, positive this is the man of his dreams "A buttercup blossom. On my wrist if you please."; so, Jaskier gets his first tattoo

-inevitably, Jaskier returns. Geralt greets him with a raised eyebrow - you again? - but is all too happy to comply when Jaskier says "Anything. Anything you always wanted to ink on someone, your pick" because for some inconceivable reason, Jaskier trusts this man with his skin, his future (his life if he wants to be melodramatic)

-While Geralt grunts and mutters to himself and his tattoo machine which he's named Roach (???), Jaskier wanders into the backroom. It's a simple room with a kitchenette and a table that is cluttered with paper. On closer inspection, Jaskier realizes they are pictures Geralt has drawn, most of them of fantasy creatures with elongated limbs, blood-dripping fangs, leathery wings. They aren't pretty but god, they are beautiful; "Get your pasty ass over here," Geralt calls then and Jaskier decides to pay him a hefty tip

-Jaskier leaves the shop hours later, a pack of wolves chasing each other up his left thigh. He's high on adrenaline and joy and he has a fucking plan; Jaskier calls his agent and tells him to cancel all jobs, tells him he quits; he has enough Instagram followers to make this work anyway

-the next time Jaskier brings a pack of nails and a hammer, about a dozen picture frames. "Your first two tattoos should heal before we put any more on you," Geralt says by way if greeting and Jaskier laughs. "I'm not here for that." Geralt makes helpless noises and watches in a sort of shocked paralysis as Jaskier frames his artwork and decorates one of the blank walls with it. The next customer that wanders in stays

-the next time Jaskier brings his friend Priscilla. They met on a photoshoot and have been trying to outdo each other since so naturally, she has to get inked too; Geralt gives them matching wild flower wreaths that curl around their upper arms and sends them on their way. Priscilla becomes a regular, brings a friend, and the dominoes start toppling

-the next time Jaskier brings a camera and teaches Geralt the in and outs of Instagram photography. Geralt doesn't join willingly, complains that he is a tattoo artist not a photographer and definitely no influencer, but when he gains 200 followers on the first day (not without Jaskier virtually nudging people) he starts to understand Jaskier's endgame

-the next time, Jaskier brings a giant plank of wood and buckets of paint. "You need a better sign." That night, Geralt marks him with a quote from a song they both like, nestled against Jaskier's collarbone

-So, Jaskier devotes all his time to building up Geralt's shop, his client base, his social media platform and gains a footing for himself as an independent tattoo model; he has an eye for these things; it works out

-Inevitably, Geralt and him get talking, grow closer over the long hours Geralt spends bent over Jaskier's body. Inevitably, Jaskier falls in love with Geralt, a little more every day. He's more than surprised when one day - Geralt had been working on Jaskier's backpiece, the ruins of a medieval stronghold overgrown with ivy and lichen - Geralt puts down his machine and hesitates before starting his aftercare routine. "Let it settle for a moment. You can sit up." Jaskier does only to find his face cupped by fingers stained with ink and blood. He gulps heavily, light-headed from the constant painful scratching on his back, and waits. Geralt tilts his head to the side, Geralt smiles. Geralt kisses him.

-"I never asked for any of this," Geralt says one night when the lay together in bed after sex because for once, no major part of Jaskier's body is still raw from fresh ink. "So?" Jaskier asks and kisses Geralt's nose. So, nothing.

The End.

[pillage-and-lute]

Pins and Needles

Part 1(here),  Part 2

There is not enough cute little AU’s in this fandom. (There’s never enough) so I decided to be part of the solution, rather than the problem. Fluffy flower shop/tattoo shop au. +Bonus Bookstore owner Yenneferm (eventually)

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The storefront across from Geralt’s family shop had been empty for months. It used to hold a small accounting firm but the firm had merged with another one and the little show was empty. It was a good space, Geralt had thought. The windows maybe weren't big enough for a display for, say, a bakery, but it was a good spot. 

And, of course, it was right across from Morhen Floral Arrangements, the best florist shop in the whole damn city.

Geralt contained a proud smile as he trimmed a sunflower stem. He’d worked hard to get his shop to where it was. Just recently they’d bought a greenhouse on the edge of the city and Eskel was happily buying as many types of rare and tropical flowers as he could find at various nurseries all around the state. Vesemir, who insisted constantly that he was retired, was keeping the rosebushes in the greenhouse at a painstaking state of perfection.

Along with their partnership with Aiden and Lambert’s event planning business, everything was perfect. Ciri was busy with school, ice hockey, and judo, but picked up weekend shift in the shop when she could. Geralt had life completely figured out. 

The fact that they were going to have new neighbors wasn’t going to throw a wrench in anything at all. Nope. Geralt wasn’t anxious or anything. 

Eskel had teased him about the vulture-like way he’d been watching the workmen in the shop across the street. They’d been putting in new floors and counters, painting the walls, even changing the front door. 

Today, a pretty blonde and a svelte but hirsute man were struggling up on two small ladders, trying to put up a new, eye-peelingly yellow, awning by themselves. 

Geralt swore under his breath as he saw them struggling. He had his phone in-hand in case of an emergency as the ladders rocked. Why on earth hadn’t they just had the workmen put up the awning too instead of these obvious amatures?

The man’s ladder rocked again and Geralt set down his sunflowers with a thud. One or both of the idiots was going to get themselves killed. He crossed the street at double speed, eyes locked on where the ladder was set on uneven pavement and rocking dangerously. 

Above, the man reached back, trying to stretch the canvas around the corner of the frame. His heel slipped off the step of the ladder and he let go of the awning with a shout.

Geralt dove the last couple feet, catching the man bridal style before he could hit the ground.

His eyes were so, so blue. 

His shirt was also undone just unethically low, giving more than a glimpse of the chest hair Geralt had noticed, even from across the street.

He set the man down hurriedly and stuck out his hand. “Geralt,” he said.

“Gesundheit,” said the brunette man, grinning.

“No, I mean, it’s my name,” Geralt rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. The man laughed.

“I know, I’m Jaskier.”

“Gesundheit,” Geralt returned, just to hear that lovely laugh again. 

“So,” said the blonde woman, stepping off her ladder. “You’re the florist?”

Geralt shrugged, “that’s me.”

“How lovely, we’ve been dying to meet you. I’m Priscilla.”

Geralt looked up at the awning, still flapping awkwardly. It read Pins and Needles Body Art.

“Tattoos?”

“And piercings,” the blonde, Priscilla, said. “I do the piercings and any American Traditional or Japanese Traditional tattooing, Jaskier does all the rest of the tattoos.”

“Priscilla did her apprenticeship in Japan,” Jaskier explained, obviously proud of his maybe-girlfriend.

“That’s very nice,” Geralt said, at a loss. “Can I help you with the awning?”

With Geralt steadying the ladders, the awning went up in no time, and Geralt was given a very warm thank you by Jaskier which made the back of his neck heat up. 

He spent the rest of the day feverishly putting together bouquets and very much not thinking about pretty tattoo artists or their frightening and talented girlfriends.

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This will be a little series, but I don’t know how long or how frequent the updates will be.

[maythefandomsbwithu]

Hey I decided to post this on Tumblr cuz why not

tattoo artist Geralt/florist jaskier 1

It was just another day for Jaskier. It was June and business was booming. Or should he say blooming, he was a florist after all. The wedding season was well under way and orders were coming flooding in. He couldn’t wait for Ciri to finish her exams so she could help out in the shop more but for now he had to manage on his own.

He owned a quaint little shop called Dandelions Aren’t Weeds in a reasonably quiet part of town. It didn’t seem like much to an outsider but to Jaskier it was his pride and joy. He spent his days tending the plants and catering to his customers’ needs, often with a fresh bloom tucked behind his ear. He took pride not only in his business but in his appearance as well, dressing in fine, brightly coloured clothes that complimented his complexion, with just a light smear of makeup, the boldest on a day to day basis being a dark streak of liner under each eye. He looked as pretty and delicate as the flowers he sold but appearances could be deceiving.

The only thing out of the ordinary in the past weeks was all the work that had been going on the renovate the shop next door. Rumours had been doing the rounds of what it would be when it was finished. By the look of it, the one that proved to be right was that it was going to be a tattoo shop. Jaskier hoped it wouldn’t be off putting to some of his customers with more…traditional values. By the looks of it, it was due to open any day. He hoped his new neighbours would be nicer than the last ones. He sighed and continued putting together an arrangement. He had too much work to do to worry about that right now.

Another few weeks passed and Ciri finished her exams. He was definitely grateful to have an extra pair of hands; his niece was marvellous. She’d been helping him out at the weekends while she was in school. He’d decided to take her on full time over the summer, he needed the help and she was saving for a car. He definitely appreciated having someone to talk to with Ciri’s sharp wit and general good humour. Most people didn’t realise they were related though, they couldn’t see past Ciri’s blond tresses and paler skin. However, if one observed her carefully, her mannerisms were similar to Jaskier’s and she had the same glint in her eye just before she made a smart-assed comment.

The tattoo shop next door had opened too, a steady stream of people going in and out. Jaskier has yet to meet his new neighbours though. Oh well, he presumes they are busy with their opening week or something like that. He’d bump into them eventually.

Jaskier had been doing a bit of tidying up one evening. Even though they technically weren’t closed because the door was still open, it was too late for any more customers so he had sent Ciri to go and get them both a coffee from the café down the road and popped in his headphones. He hummed and bopped his way around the floor, cleaning as he went. He was so distracted that he didn’t notice the man who’d come in until he walked straight into him.

Jaskier snapped out of his day dream to find a man who was basically a blonde, tattooed superman standing in his flower shop. His long hair was drawn back from his face in a bun, accentuating a jawline Jaskier could cut himself on and, holy shit! Did he have gold eyes?!? He thought this stranger looked fantastic. Oh shit, he was staring at Jaskier, he should probably snap out of it and say something.

* Bad Jaskier! * He internally chided himself. *No ogling! *

“Can I help you mister….?” Jaskier asked, clearing his throat and yanking out his headphones. He had to be professional.

“Geralt, Geralt Rivia. I own the tattoo shop next door.” The man, Geralt, offered his hand. Jaskier noted then that if he wanted to, this guy could probably break his entire hand. However, while firm, the handshake bore no ill intent. Good.

“Ah! My new neighbour! Julian Alfred Pankratz, at your service, but I prefer Jaskier.” He gave a flourishing bow. When he said he’d bump into the neighbours eventually he hadn’t meant literally. “So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your presence this evening?” *Nothing like laying it on thick Jaskier* he thought to himself, inwardly cringing at his own eagerness.

~~ time rewind~~

Geralt was relieved the day that White Wolf Tattoos finally opened for business. The renovations and paper work of starting out on his own had caused him mountains of stress. But he had known it would all be worth it once he got up and running, and away from her.

Her being his ex-girlfriend and ex-boss Renfri. He knew from the start that mixing work and pleasure would be a bad idea but at the time he’d been too loved up to care. Everything had seemed fine at the start but she gradually showed her true colours, growing more manipulative and egotistical as their relationship progressed. It was stifling. He had no reprieve, even when they’d split, he’d see her at work every day. He couldn’t take it anymore.

That was how he came to leave Cursed Princess Tattoos to start up on his own. Well, not completely alone. He had Yennefer. Granted, she was his ex too, a long time ago, but they’d parted as friends and continued as such ever since. She had been his rock during the aftermath of his break up with Renfri. She let him live with her until he found his feet again, she’d become his business partner and done the lion’s share of the paper work while he nursed his broken heart. He didn’t know what he’d do without her.

It had taken months but his shop was finally about to take off, he could feel it. A number of his old clients had followed him when he’d left Renfri’s shop, insistent that he was the only reason they ever went near the place. There were new clients too, as expected in a new part of town, that flocked to his shop. Thanks to Yennefer, social media pages had acted as some of his best advertising. He was finally making a real name for himself.

The first week had flown by. He and Yennefer had been run off their feet constantly but he assumed things would calm down after a while. Thankfully a short period of calm came on Saturday evening, his last appointment finished sooner than expected so he could take a break and do some exploring in the neighbourhood. Yennefer assured him she could hold the fort, allowing him to take a walk.

As he’d wandered out of the shop his gaze fell on the florist’s next door. A client he had consulted earlier that day had mentioned wanting a floral piece, a flower shop was a great place to find inspiration. At first, he’d thought they might be closed but the door was open. As he entered his eyes fell on the most gorgeous man sweeping the floor. His brown hair looked soft and artfully styled; a yellow flower perched behind his ear. His dark eyeliner only emphasised how bright the blue of his eyes was, matched by his stylish blue shirt and jeans. He was stunning. Geralt was smitten. He’d realised long ago that he liked men and women but he hadn’t come across a man that he found so attractive in years.

He snapped out of his daze and cleared his throat hoping to get the man’s attention. No response. He tried again and still nothing. He stepped forward to tap the man on the shoulder only for him to turn around and walk straight into Geralt’s chest.

They stood for a moment, both dazed and staring at each other before the florist broke their silence.

“Can I help you mister…?” He’d trailed off while he yanked is headphones out. *Ah,* thought Geralt, *that’s why he didn’t notice me come in.* Geralt immediately offered his hand.

“Geralt, Geralt Rivia. I own the tattoo shop next door.” He shook the florist’s hand firmly, a hint of a smile going unnoticed in his eyes. He generally kept a very stoic outward demeanour.

“Ah! My new neighbour! Julian Alfred Pankratz, at your service, but I prefer Jaskier.”

So that was his name. Jaskier. He quirked an eyebrow at the flamboyant bow he received and resisted the urge to scoff. This was a lively one, he could tell. He practically radiated positive energy.

“So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your presence this evening?” Jaskier asked him. Another eyebrow quirk, his presence was a pleasure then, was it?

~~~Back to presnt~~~

“I came for inspiration.” He stated simply. It was the truth. He watched Jaskier’s face split into a grin.

“Oh really?” the florist, “In that case, I can very much help you. How do you want me?” With that he struck a ridiculous pose and made what Geralt could only presume he thought to be a model face, which was more of an exaggerated pout. He could only scoff and roll his eyes at the antics, ignoring any possible subtext of the latter comment.

“For a floral tattoo.” He clarified, watching as Jaskier’s smile never faltered.

Okay, maybe Jaskier was being a little too flirtatious with the ‘how do you want me’ thing but in his defence, Geralt never even flinched, merely rolled his eyes and moved on. He’d take that as a good sign.

“Ah! That I can help with too.” He gestured grandly around the shop. “See anything you like the look of?” He knew he certainly did, watching Geralt like a hawk as he had a glance around the shop. That man was something to behold.

Geralt shrugged, and moved to browse around the shop. If he was honest, the thing he most liked the look of was the owner, not his wares. He pushed that thought from his head and thought about his client. What had they discussed before?

“Sunflowers.” He said aloud, “My client said something about sunflowers.” He cast his gaze over the room searching for a bright flash of yellow, but although there were plenty of yellow flowers, there seemed to be no sunflowers. He frowned.

Jaskier noticed the frown. “I’m sorry. They’re quite popular at this time of the year, we sold out some time this afternoon.” It was just then that a flash of brilliance struck his brain. “Although, we’ll be getting more in first thing on Monday morning, if you would like to come by then?” He suggested, trying to mask the eagerness in his voice at the opportunity to see the tattoo artist again. He hadn’t known the man for more than five minutes but he felt drawn to him, despite the intimidating aura he gave off. He wanted to get to know him.

Geralt gave a deep, non-committal “Hmm.” As he glanced around the shop once more, before returning his gaze to the florist. He considered it. His client definitely said sunflowers specifically. And he certainly would not be opposed to seeing Jaskier again. He almost shook his head physically as he rid himself of that thought. *Stop it, its far too soon after her to be thinking about someone in that way* he reasoned with himself. While yes, the man was attractive, he knew nothing about him. They might have absolutely nothing in common. He might be just another heartbreak waiting to happen. With his stupid grin, and his stupid hair and his stupid, pretty eyes. *Fuck. * He needed to get a grip. Still, it wouldn’t do any harm to come back, with his customer’s best interests in mind, of course;

“Sure, I can find time.” That’s it Geralt, play it cool. He didn’t need to go rushing into anything. Besides it was basically just business and there’s no harm in being civil to the guy. Who knows, they might end up friends. Well, maybe acquaintances.

Jaskier tried to quell the traitorous swell of hope in his chest that he might have something resembling a chance with this guy. But, hey, if not maybe they could be friends at least. But for now, he must remain calm.

“Great, we open at nine.” He beamed. He glanced at the clock on the wall. Was that the time? “Also, we’re technically closed at the minute so….” He trailed off hoping Geralt would take the hint. While he would love to stand and chat all night, he had things to do.

Geralt answered with another “Hmm.”, this one more amused than the last. The smaller man certainly wasn’t behind the door. Normally most people would be more intimidated and would not try to get rid of his in such an unsubtle way.

“I’ll see you Monday then.” And with that he turned on his heel and left without another word.

“Nice meeting you!” Jaskier called after him with a wave. He was dumbfounded by the tattoo artist next door. He was so brooding and mysterious. A man of very few words and yet Jaskier was hanging off every “hmm”, let alone word. He needed to snap out of this. It was just a silly crush. And he could only imagine the stick he’d get if Ciri copped on. Speaking of, where was she with his iced latte? He needed to cool off.

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

Tattooist AU. I don’t know how this works but bare with me here.

I reckon that when they met Jaskier walked into Geralt’s shop, wanting to have a look at the tattoo shop that he was hearing so much about. When he sees a child sitting behind the front counter he nearly calls the cops right there and then but then she lights up and calls out to her father. The man that walks into the room is, in Jaskier’s words, a walking wet dream. He’s huge and has long white hair and striking gold eyes that pin Jaskier right to the spot. The bard just kind of stares for a moment before the man’s words register, “What do you want?”

Jaskier’s done a lot of dumb things throughout his life but deciding on the spot to get a tattoo because he wanted this mystery man’s hands touching him is probably one of the dumbest. The man just grunts, leads him off to some corner table and shows Jaskier some designs. The bard picks one at random (which actually isn’t that bad he decided when he’s looking at it after they finish)

Geralt gives the tattoo, wondering how the fuck someone can talk so damn much while wincing and yelling every thirty seconds. But he will admit, the chatter is nice. It fills the usual silence of the shop and Geralt isn’t too opposed to it.

When they finish Jaskier is honest to god loving his Spurr of the moment tattoo. He’s also loving the lingering heat from where the mystery man touched him.

So, running on adrenaline and excitement he turns to the man abruptly and blurts, “Date?” Which, Jaskier decides, is definitely the dumbest thing he’s ever done. Dumber than the decision to get the tattoo. The bard stands there, staring at the man and fidgeting, trying to hide the grimace of mortification.

“Friday night. 9pm.” And just like that the man leaves. Leaves Jaskier to stand there dumbly, staring after him with his mouth opening and closing like a fish. A small snicker is what breaks him out of his trance, making him turn around and come face to face with the shit eating grin of a twelve year old, “He likes you.” Jaskier snorts softly, ignoring the words but internally screaming like a school kid at the prospect of this man liking him. It’s just too much for the bard’s heart to take.

[capsule-cosplay]

Big thanks to @melaniehouperttattoo from @les_enfantsparticuliers.tattoo [Instagram]

For this such wonderful work!

And of course @Sayuri527art [Twitter] for the big inspiration on the first design 🥺🥺🥺🙏🙏🙏💗💗💗

[doyawitchering]

Where are the flowershop x tattoo artist aus where geralt runs the flowershop?

[toriyardleyart]

Yay I actually remembered to post my art on here haha!!

✏️ I don’t really have an excuse... yes I drew yet another portrait of @joeybateyofficial I’m so sorry... 😂 I had a bit of spare time tonight to myself and I was in an arty mood haha

[actionnerdgamerlove]

MY BOO POSTED HER FIRST FIC.❤❤❤😍

GO READ IT.

@laughingatlivedragons you're the Boo noted above, FYI. Just so we're clear.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29239362/chapters/71796189

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

IUI - Pepperoni Delight

I had shitty frozen pizza for dinner and felt the need to do a thing. I missed my inked up idiots, what can I say? also im two weeks from the end of my AA and angrily throwing pencils at a sketchpad bc why the fuck do i need to take art classes for my fucking degree

Warnings: lol swearing? possible second hand embarrassment? idk yall its pretty chill

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Geralt called Jaskier for the third time that night, opening with yet another apology when his new boyfriend picked up, “I’m so sorry. I just left the bar. Fucking bridal parties.”

A sweet peal of laughter rang in his ear as he fumbled with the keys to the bar, waving his fellow employees to their cars, “Geralt, I told you, it’s fine. I rescheduled the reservation. Just come over on your way home if you’re up for it.”

“I am! I’ll be twenty minutes tops.”

“I’ll start the pizza then,” Jaskier chimed.

Geralt did his best to fix his messy hair as he drove. When he parked in Jaskier’s lot he changed from his shirt that smelled of sour beer and acrid liquor to a sweatshirt that he’d made sure to spray some cologne on that morning. It passed the sniff test so he hopped out of his car and prayed he hadn’t spilled anything too horrible on his jeans or boots. 

He was worried Jaskier wouldn’t hear his knock over the music practically shaking the door, but almost as soon as he stepped back and shoved his hands in his pocket it died and the door swung open. 

Jaskier leaned on the doorjamb, giving Geralt an exaggerated once over, “Hey there good lookin.”

All Geralt could do was snort, a fond smile spreading on his face.

“I know, I know,” Jaskier giggled, reaching out his hand which Geralt took without thinking, “You look like you need a beer.”

“Mhm,” Geralt couldn’t help the way he melted, completely pliable for the chatterbox of a tattoo artist. He’d been smitten from the word ‘go’, but it only got worse the more time they spent together. In the last two weeks they’d spent all their free time together and it was already unimaginable to go back to the way he was living before. Jaskier set him at ease, he had such a carefree air about him that swept Geralt up and away from his day’s worries. By now in a relationship, he would usually be scrambling for a way to distance himself, but he found he was leaning in.

He only realized he’d been zoning out when Jaskier grabbed his hand and closed it around the cold bottle with an affectionate smile, “Bridal parties are that tiring?”

“Fucking exhausting,” Geralt sighed before taking a long pull from his beer, “and it was a big one.”

Jaskier pecked his cheek, “Good thing you’re all mine now.”

“Oh? What do you have planned?”

“Planned? Have you met me?”

Geralt smirked and shook his head, wrapping his arms around Jaskier’s waist and settling his chin on his shoulder while he dug around in a kitchen drawer, “Hmmm”

-

Hours and two frozen pizzas later, they were entangled on Jaskier’s couch making comments on Wipeout that were more delirious giggles than actual opinions. 

Jaskier lifted his head from where it was lying against Geralt’s chest, “Feeling better?”

Blinking the drowsiness out of his eyes, Geralt croaked out a small, “Yep. You and shitty pizza did the trick.”

The fog of impending sleep left his body immediately as he stared wide eyed down at Jaskier. For a moment he expected to be chewed out, maybe to have Jaskier scramble out of his arms to sit at the other end of the couch, but his boyfriend just raised one eyebrow and cocked his head to the side. 

“I mean- fuck- the- good shitty. Not fancy,” Jaskier wrinkled his nose and Geralt couldn’t tell if it was affection or annoyance, “Just a.. Uh… lazy night in. With you. And not shitty pizza. Nice… nice pizza.”

It didn’t feel satisfactory but it was all Geralt could manage as an explanation.

“Nice pizza? Like a dog?” Jaskier licked his lips and Geralt didn’t think he’d ever been so nervous before in his life.

“N-no?”

Jaskier’s mouth twitched in what could have been anger for one terrifying moment before he burst out laughing, burying his face in Geralt’s chest as he shook with giggles, “You’re so fucking cute.”

“I’m glad you think so…?” Geralt let out a hesitant laugh as Jaskier shimmied up his torso so they were eye to eye. 

“I’m not insulted by your take on Great Value frozen Pepperoni Delight. If anything it’s quite endearing,” Jaskier assured him, placing a soft kiss to his lips.

Relief flooded Geralt as he kissed Jaskier back, “Mmm… Thank fuck.”

[artistsfuneral]

Tattoo Shop/Bakery AU where....

Geralt is a heavily tattooed baker, who always hangs out at Jaskier's Tattoo Shop and Jaskier is a Tattoo Artist, who only has a couple of tattoos but a very pronounced sweet tooth and always hangs out at Geralt's bakery.

Naturally people assume Geralt is the tattooist and Jaskier the baker.

Naturally Geralt bribes Jaskier with cookies and small cakes, while Jaskier bribes Geralt with new tattoo ideas, so they can spend time together.

Naturally the florist next door and the coffee shop owner have a bet going on how long it will take for Geralt and Jaskier to kiss.

[darkverrmin]

*the boys arriving at kaer morhen for the winter*

Eskel, staring at Lambert’s bicep, chuckling: ...Is that a tattoo?

Lambert: Fuck off, Eskel.

Eskel: Why does it look unfinished?

Geralt, smiling: Because he ran away from the artist in the middle of it.

Lambert: Fuck you!

Eskel: *laughing* Seriously? A small tattoo, that's what scared you? We've been through things so much worse! What was it supposed to be, anyway?

Lambert: None of your fucking business. And you *pointing at Geralt* can't fucking laugh at me while you're friends with a weak, fragile human bard.

Geralt: Hmm. Sometimes I think he has more balls than you.

***spirngtime***

The other Witchers meet Jaskier for the first time, they get along surprisingly well. After two days of traveling together, they start looking for a stream to bathe in.

Geralt doesn't say anything. He waits for the right moment.

They find a stream eventually, Eskel and Lambert strip off their clothes quickly and jump into the water.

Jaskier takes off his doublet and shirt, and starts folding them, when he feels three pairs of eyes staring at him.

He turns to look at the Witchers.

"What?"

Geralt’s leaning against a tree, wearing a smug smile. Eskel and Lambert stare in shock at the huge, multiple tattoos covering Jaskier’s back, pectorals and ribs.

Jaskier blinks at them, still holding his shirt. "Is everything alright? Geralt, why are you smiling?"

Geralt grins, and Jaskier could've sworn this was the first time he saw the Witcher grinning.

"Oh, nothing. Ask Lambert".