#kingsfisher

[ragnar0c]

fourth pleiad! Alcyone! 💚

Back on the zodiac oc grind,,,

Alcyone is the brightest star in the Pleiades star cluster… And I was gonna make her stronger than Electra for that, but I decided! She simply will be smarter. She is the equivalent of a really smart kid you knew in school that purposely pissed off the teacher. What differentiates her from say Aurora is that Aurora was the smart kid that wanted to outsmart the teacher. Alcyone is the smart kid who outdumbed the teacher.

She’s older now, she’s less annoying but still pretends to be less smart. In the midst of a dumb statement though she’ll drop the wisest of wisdoms upon you and say “But that’s just my opinion 🤷🏿‍♀️, if that makes sense” She’s the chillest teacher. Takes her apprentices on “field trips” to teach them things. She’s more hands off and at times her apprentices just wander away. It’s awesome.

She’s got a reputation for being listless, which is funny bc she still does get a flair. She is a skilled energy manipulator, but not in the cosmic sense like Electra or Vega. She’s not doing gem explosions or laser beams. She follows the teachings of their parents, using the energies on earth (from the sun)

She can control and ride the wind for her flair.

Which makes it funny she has wings bc she technically wouldn’t need her wings, but she uses them for the cool bird factor.

Alcyone the mythological figure was turned into a kingsfisher. Our Pleiad here took a lot of inspiration from that. Her ether generator was blue, but she had a sheen green layer applied over it, so it’s green with bluish shimmers in sunlight. Also she is wearing two generators she modded into one (like a jet pack). Her glasses are also sundials (I have to draw the details.) She uses them to figure out the sun’s location.

She doesn’t cut her hair short like this until after a timeskip, but I like it this way sooo.

With her sisters she’s the witty and sarcastic one along with the next sister Celaeno 💛. Underneath all that though she probably could take on even the most powerful zodiacs with her fundamental knowledge.

WE ARE MORE THAN HALF WAY DONE

[mvrtogg]

headcanon.

james norrington. ( @ashortdropandasuddenstop, but generic enough to be about norrington in general ) when murtogg first joined the royal marines, the man was straight. didn't even think about relationships outside of women. at first, when he served with norrington the first few times - they weren't friends or anything. they barely spoke ( murtogg is the same age as him ), but remained courteous toward each-other. as norrington ran up the ranks of the navy, murtogg admired him for doing so at a fairly young age. it wasn't until the pair were stationed together at port royal ( after murtogg's two year assignment on the hms kingsfisher ) that he had mixed feelings about his new commanding officer. the man his age that he worked with. murtogg, being the unlucky man he was with any romantic endeavors found himself admiring norrington ( almost wanting to be like him ) with how he presented himself and everything else. this grew into weird and confusing attraction toward the man as he noticed other people were attracted to him. instead of wanting to be like norrington, he started to think he wanted to be with him. that made him realize he might be attracted to men as well as women. he worked hard to prove himself a loyal and dedicated marine, both out of personal duty and to gain norrington's attention. he did succeed and was placed under his command, usually seen right at the other man's side. they are on pretty friendly terms as well. however, due to him also being placed to work with mullroy - it causes a lot of issues with murtogg's attempts. he follows the man like a puppy almost, going wherever he goes. all in the hopes he could figure out what his own feelings about his attraction to norrington are. for the most murtogg is pretty much a loyal friend to him. he does like to talk about norrington, which most people find rather odd. most people think it's an innocent thing about how much he admires the man.

bisexual. as stated above, murtogg is a closeted bisexual. his bsexual awakening was james norrington. even if he's bisexual, he still has the worst luck with romance. only have a few dates here and there ( with women ) that never gone anywhere past two dates. he never really openly expresses things to make people question his sexuality. they just think he's a normal ( yet awkward ) guy that just as horrible luck in romance. when murtogg became a pirate he's fairly open with his sexuality, however still not many people know he goes both ways.

[fabiana-trere]

I thought about my old series: "world of princesses" ( colouring heaven magazine), and I thought to talk about my second love, the ethinc jewellery.

here I'll tell you why the headdress of my Chinese girl has blue flowers, (but maybe you know it.)

It is a traditional headdress, named "kingsfisher" because the ancient version were made of silver and decorated with stones and feathers from kingfisher birds.

In the past, kingfisher feather crowns, decorated with phoenix, dragons, flowers, stones were only worn by Empresses in China.

since the 19th century they were worn by ladies or brides at weddings.

[crashingsouls-art]

Breathing Fine by Crashing Souls

"You smile kindly, innocently while

Handing me that cup of hemlock

Choosing the most certain way to break this heart"

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[cinderellacupcake]

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[fabhatters]

TODAY the @erstwilderofficial “Out Of Africa” collection will go live 13th of August at 19:30 PST. Same time as the global release! We ship worldwide from Los Angeles, USA. #erstwilder #outofafrica #leopard #zebra #la #giraffe #kingsfisher #leopard #fox #gorilla #zebra #resinjewelry #jewelry #rockabilly #acrylicjewelry #brooch #broochlove #accessory #fashion #retro #pinup #camp  #kitsch #Repost @erstwilderofficial ・・・ Sneak Peek!! 👀💕 Erstwilder HQ has gone wild!! We snapped this cute and quirky bunch of friends in their element! 🦒🌿 Our “Out Of Africa” collection is arriving 14th of August at 12.30pm (AEST) 😍 So get EXCITED!! And stay tuned for more sneak peeks in the lead up to the day! (at Los Angeles, California)

[writinginnorthnorfolk]

Kawasemi

mirrored in water flashes of blue and orange kingfisher lightning

Kim M. Russell, 2017

Image found on Pinterest

My response to Carpe Diem #1219 Kingfisher (Kawasemi)

Today in our exploration of the classical and non-classical kigo (seasonword) for summer, we have a classical kigo and another fishing bird, the kingfisher (kawasemi).

Chèvrefeuille reminds us that kingfishers are a group of small…

[kueble]

I have been keeping this secret for a month now and I finally get to post it!  I worked on a collaboration with the amazing @journeythroughunknownlands for Monster March.  They didn’t just draw what I wrote, but we had some lovely back and forth and details of the fic were changed to fit the direction the artwork went.  I loved the process so much!

Artwork is here (nsfw).  Please go look at it (even if it’s after reading the fic) because it is gorgeous and I am in love with it.  Demon!Geralt is perfect in every way and Jaskier is as gorgeous as always.

The rest of the Vengeance Demon Au series.

18+ under the cut. Warnings: claws, tails, wings, 4400 words

On Soft Sheets Til The Dawn Comes

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The day’s trip to Novigrad seemed like the longest journey they’d ever taken together.  After the short kiss they’d shared by their fireside last night, they seemed to come to some unspoken agreement that they would wait for a real bed before going any further.  It’s taken Jaskier two years to get this far, he’s not about to rush at this point.  They got an early start this morning, the promise of a city and an inn hanging in the air like a promise.  

Now they’re finally strolling into the Kingsfisher Inn, and Jaskier feels his shoulders lighten as he takes in the scene around them.  There’s a bard singing on stage, a guitarist accompanying her while she shakes a tambourine in embellishment.  They seem to be in the middle of the dinner crowd, which hopefully means they can grab a quick bite to eat as well.  He’s pretty sure they’re going to need all the energy they can get tonight.  For once the sight of Geralt’s black horns and demonic nature doesn’t have the innkeeper tripping over herself to deny them a room, so he hangs back a bit and lets Geralt take care of their accommodation, only jumping in to request use of the bathing chambers.

“Figured you’d be in a rush,” Geralt says, smirking at him after the innkeeper hands over a key and directs them towards the baths.

“As eager as I am to see you out of your clothing, we’re both caked in weeks of dirt and travel.  A little bit longer won’t hurt,” he offers with a wink as he spins on his heels and hurries to the bathing room.  

An attendant goes to hand him a hard bit of soap, but he waves her off, mumbling that he has his own.  It’s a bit of a luxury, but he found a soap maker in Oxenfurt who carries more subtle scents.  Geralt’s heightened senses make anything obvious too overwhelming, but he doesn’t seem to mind the softer fragrances.  He fiddles through his bag and pulls out his bar of almond soap, setting in on the small table next to the bath.  He sighs as he slides into the warm water and sets about scrubbing the remnants of the road from his skin.  

He can hear Geralt doing the same on the other side of the privacy partition.  A small part of him is giddy at the fact that after tonight he shouldn’t need to shy away from the demon when he’s naked anymore.  He intends to get his fill tonight and then do his best not to wear out his welcome.  Geralt is clearly attracted to him, but Jaskier knows he’s not easy to put up with.  Gods know countless lovers have happily reminded him of that fact, but he prefers to consider himself an acquired taste.  Hopefully it’s one that Geralt will enjoy for the foreseeable future.

But enough melancholy thoughts.  Jaskier shakes his head and goes back to getting himself clean.  He hopefully has a long night in store.

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The sun is setting by the time he’s done, and he hurries back to their rented room.  Geralt beats him back, and he’s just standing there awkwardly when Jaskier walks in.  It’s kind of sweet how bad at this he is, so Jaskier just grins widely at him and shuts the door behind him before crossing the room and dragging him into a quick kiss.  It seems to calm his nerves and they’re both smiling when they pull apart.

“Dinner on the table,” Geralt tells him before gesturing over to where a plate of dried meats and cheeses sits.

“It looks like it’ll keep,” Jaskier says, smirking as he reaches up and tucks a stray wisp of hair behind Geralt’s pointed ear.  He gives Jaskier a sheepish look, and he’s pretty sure the demon would be blushing if he could.  Fuck, where did he find this gem of a man?  He must have done something worthwhile in a past life.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Geralt offers, even as he settles his hands on Jaskier’s slim waist. 

“Please,” Jaskier scoffs, “I’ve wanted this for years.  Just took you a bit longer to catch up with me.”

“Oh,” Geralt pauses and studies him - really studies his face - and must see something that confirms what Jaskier is telling him, because his shoulders relax a bit.  “I didn’t know it had been that long.”

“I’ve been captivated since the moment I saw you,” Jaskier admits.  He can feel his face heating up, knows he’s probably turning a brilliant shade of red, but Geralt just flashes him a fanged grin and pecks him quickly on the mouth.  “Now how about we do something about these clothes?” Jaskier asks as he pulls back.

“Of course,” Geralt says before waving his hand.  There’s a dull blue flash and suddenly they’re both naked.  Jaskier giggles and looks down to where his hands rest on Geralt’s bare chest.

“Not exactly what I meant, but I’ll take it.”

“It’s been awhile since I’ve been with someone who wanted me for me,” Geralt offers slowly, his voice deeper than normal.  “I’ve forgotten what it feels like.”  He sounds like he’s in awe, and that just won’t do.  Geralt is the most gorgeous person Jaskier has ever seen, and he’s not about to let him stand here feeling shy or unsure.

“Hey,” Jaskier says, bringing up a hand to cup Geralt’s face and force his eyes to meet him.  “I’m here because of you, not in spite of it.  Can you show me?  Your true self?”

“You don’t-”

“I really really do,” Jaskier reassures him.  He leans in and captures his mouth in a soft kiss, trying to push every feeling he has into it.  Geralt looks a bit taken aback when they part, his eyes glossy and vulnerable.

“Only for you,” Geralt agrees softly.  Jaskier has seen him transform before.  Hell, he grew claws on the very first day they met, but he’s never seen anything quite like this.  His body twists, skin reforming as bones and muscles move into place.

The first thing he notices is how dark Geralt’s wings look.  He must use his glamour to keep them muted, but right now they’re a stunning pitch black.  It’s like someone spilled a pot of ink, each feather drowning in the color of the night sky.  Geralt is touchy about his wings, so Jaskier doesn’t push it yet, just looks down to take in the rest of him.

His short claws are out, a stark darkness against his pale skin.  He knows they’re sharp enough to cut, but has faith that Geralt will be tender with him.  He aches to feel them digging into his skin, just enough pressure to scratch but not to slice.  Jaskier lets his gaze fall between Geralt’s legs, focusing on his frankly intimidating cock.  His mouth waters and he knows he can’t let the night end before tasting it.

“Pretty normal looking,” he comments, and Geralt snorts at him.

“What?  Were you expecting spikes?” Geralt asks with a chuckle.

“Only demon I’ve been with was a woman, so I’m not overly well-versed in anatomy,” he says, laughing back.  But when he looks up to Geralt’s face, the breath catches in his lungs, forces him to swallow his next words.  “Your eyes,” he manages to choke out.

He always thought Geralt had beautiful eyes, but they’re absolutely stunning now.  They’re glowing, like molten gold, and Jaskier fears he could lose himself in them.  His pupils are actually shining in the dim light of their rented room, and Jaskier opens his mouth to tell him how striking they are, but Geralt cuts him off.

“I can tone it down,” he blurts out quickly.

“No!” Jaskier rushes out.  “Geralt, darling.  You are without a doubt the most gorgeous person I’ve ever taken to my bed.  Please don’t hide yourself.  I love it.  Adore it...adore you.”

“I’m already here, no need to flatter me,” Geralt mumbles, and that simply won’t do.  So Jaskier frames his face with both hands and turns him so their eyes meet.

“I wouldn’t lie to you,” Jaskier says softly, pleading with his eyes for Geralt to understand him.  The demon studies him for a moment before nodding sharply.  “Thank you for believing me.  Now...there’s a sturdy looking bed right over there, and I’ve waited ages for this.  I want you to wreck me.”

“Oh, I plan on it,” Geralt tells him before scooping him up in his solid arms.  He tosses Jaskier on the bed and crawls in after him, settling between his legs.  He runs a hand down Jaskier’s chest, lightly scratching with his claws as he goes.  Jaskier writhes under the touch, arching up into it.  “What should I stay away from?” Geralt asks, tilting his head as he looks down at him.

“It’s ridiculous how excited I am to feel your claws on me, but let’s keep it to light scratches tonight?  No blood?  Something we can negotiate later, but not what I’m looking for tonight,” Jaskier says honestly.  Geralt swallows thickly, and Jaskier has a vision of another night, his chest and legs littered with tiny lines of blood, but he shoves it aside to focus on the moment.

“Of course,” Geralt confirms before trailing his claws across Jaskier’s chest again.  They both watch as thin pink lines appear in their wake, Jaskier’s breath catching in his throat as he leans into it.

And then it’s like a dam breaks and he can’t not be touching Geralt.

Jaskier reaches out up and cups Geralt’s face, dragging him down into a sloppy kiss.  It’s too rushed and their teeth clash a bit, but he just laughs and adjusts his aim before trying again.  Geralt laps at his lower lip, begging for entry, and Jaskier nearly comes right at the moment he realizes Geralt’s tongue is forked.

“Oh. My. Gods,” he chokes out, shivering as he grins up at Geralt.  But the demon seems to have interpreted him wrong and looks mildly worried.

“I can-” he starts, but Jaskier surges up and shuts up him with a quick kiss.

“Don’t you even dare.  I fucking love it,” Jaskier tells him before sinking back down onto the mattress and pulling Geralt with him.  He catches his mouth in another kiss, sighing when the tension seems to sag out of Geralt.

And yes, this is a thousand times better.  He wraps his legs around Geralt’s hips, bucking up against him when Geralt licks into his mouth and deepens the kiss.  He runs his tongue over Jaskier’s teeth, across his pallet, and it seems like it’s slightly longer than normal, too.  Jaskier groans into his mouth and sucks on his tongue, swallowing down Geralt’s grunts.

Geralt nips at his jaw line, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses as he works his way to Jaskier’s neck.  He bites a bit harder, not breaking skin, but Jaskier can definitely feel those fangs.  He laps at the sore skin, and Jaskier keens under his touch, writhing as he falls apart under Geralt’s skilled mouth.  

Jaskier lets his hands roam freely, mapping the hard planes of Geralt’s chest, brushing his fingers across his nipples, trailing down the sides of his body and digging his fingers into his hips.  He’s seen him naked, but never like this, never been allowed to feel his scarred skin beneath his hands.  Jaskier revels in the trust, sighing into the kiss as his fingers find purchase in the warmth of Geralt’s hips.

And then Geralt dips his head down and licks Jaskier’s nipple, and he cries out, arching into it.  Geralt shoots him a smirk, and Jaskier just flushes, aware of how sensitive he is there.  But instead of saying anything, Geralt just goes back to it, sucking on his nipple while his claws scrape gently over the other.  

It’s like his whole body is on fire, his skin lighting up as Geralt laps at him.  Jaskier whimpers and tangles his fingers in Geralt’s hair, holding him in place.  Geralt lets a fang scrap over his nipple, and Jaskier lets out a broken moan, his dick twitching against his stomach.  He can’t remember ever being this hard, this desperate to get some sort of friction on himself.

“Please,” he begs, tugging on Geralt’s hair, loving the way the demon moans in return.

“What do you need?” Geralt asks him, looking up at him through his dark lashes.

“Fuck, I don’t know. Anything...everything.  Just touch me,” Jaskier please, gasping when Geralt bites down harder on his nipple, pulling at it with his teeth.  Then he rests back on his heels and just stares down at Jaskier.

“Fuck,” He growls, eyes darkening.  “Look at you.  You’re so perfect for me, laid out so nice like this.”  His tail moves as he speaks, working its way between their bodies, hovering over Jaskier’s prick.  “May I?” he asks softly.

“Yes, please!” Jaskier says enthusiastically.  He watches with wide eyes as Geralt’s tail wraps around his leaking cock, twisting around the shaft.  “Fuck,” he whines, voice breaking over the word.

“So desperate,” Geralt laughs as he starts to pump him with his tail.  “I love seeing you like this.  Look at how wet you are, just covering your thighs for me.  Do you want to come like this?  Do you like knowing it’s me, a demon making you feel this way?”

“Yes, I love it,” Jaskier rushes out, bucking his hips against the air.  Geralt holds him down, one claw digging into his left hip, and just grins down at him.  “Please, I need,” he trails off into a high pitched whine when Geralt twists his tail again, working over the length of him.

“I know what you need,” Geralt tells him before moving his tail quicker, jerking him off fast and rough.  He brings his other hand up to play with Jaskier’s nipple, and it’s almost too much to handle.  He’s burning up, his dick dribbling pre-come and coating Geralt’s tail with it.  He’s not going to last, but he’s wanted this too damn long and Geralt is just way too sexy for his own good.

“Geralt...I’m close,” Jaskier pants out.  Geralt just works him faster, tail twisting as it moves up and down his shaft.

“You’re young.  You’ve got more than one in you,” Geralt chuckles softly.  “Let go.  Show me how pretty you can be.”

And that fucking does it.  Jaskier shouts his name as he goes over the edge, bursts of hot come splashing them both, hitting his chest and thighs, and making a mess of Geralt’s tail.  Geralt works him through it, tail moving as Jaskier spills between.

“Still with me?” Geralt teases and Jaskier just snorts at him.

“You sure you’re not a lust demon?” he asks between breaths.  His head is spinning still, and he’s pretty sure he’s never come so hard.

“Just for you apparently,” Geralt says almost shyly.  He moves his tail away and rakes his claws over Jaskier’s chest, brushing through his sweat-slicked chest hair.  He shivers under the touch, cock twitching in interest but nowhere near where he needs to be to go again yet.

“I think I like that,” Jaskier admits as he reaches up and drags Geralt on top of him.  “I like this just being for me.”

“Me too,” Geralt says softly before kissing him again.  It’s gentle, just a light press of lips as Geralt cups his face and slants their mouths together.  Jaskier sighs into his mouth and brings his arms up, sliding them around his back.  He’s avoided the wings so far, because Geralt has never let him touch them before, but now he figures he’s allowed.  Tentatively, he drags his fingers across the skin where the wings sprout from his back.

Geralt hisses, his body going tense, and Jaskier breaks the kiss with a rushed, “Sorry!”  He starts to move away, but Geralt shakes his head and presses back against his hands.

“No, that’s a good noise,” Geralt says, his voice completely wrecked.  He meets Jaskier’s gaze and licks his lips before nodding again.  “They haven’t been touched in so long,” he adds softly, trailing off as he looks to the side.

“It’s ok if I?”

“Y-Yes,” Geralt confirms, eyes falling shut as Jaskier tries again, stroking the skin between his two wings.  The demon lets out a squeak and bends beautifully into the touch, shaking as Jaskier tries it again with a bit more pressure.  

Suddenly feeling bold, Jaskier trails his fingertips across the top of the black wings, grinning when Geralt moans and bites down on his own lip.  Jaskier presses harder, really digging his fingers into the muscles beneath the feathers, and Geralt cries out and starts rocking his hips against him.

He explores the wings for a few moments, and finds out the areas where they meet Geralt’s body seem to bring the most pleasure.  Geralt writhes in his lap, moaning softly as Jaskier strokes the massive wings, runs his hands through the feathers, brushes against the curves of the top of them.  Jaskier loves seeing him like this, falling apart at such a simple touch.  

Geralt’s rutting against his thigh, blissed out as Jaskier caresses him.  He looks absolutely wrecked when he blinks his eyes open and pants out, “Not yet. Want to be inside you when I come.”

And fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing Jaskier’s ever heard.

He drags his fingers from Geralt’s wings, skimming his fingers down the sides of his body and digging them into the curves of his ass.  “I want to taste you first,” Jaskier tells him, smirking when he shudders and blinks slowly down at him.  “On your back,” he orders, laughing as Geralt scrambles to comply.  

Jaskier takes a moment just to look at him.  His eyes are glowing in the dark, his face shrouded in shadows.  There’s a beam of moonlight streaming through the window that highlights the muscles in his chest, and it sends another spike of need through him.  Geralt is splayed out like a feast, a mouth-watering contrast of pale skin framed by dark wings.

He settles between Geralt’s spread thighs, balancing on his elbows as he finally gets his hands on his cock.  It’s as gorgeous as the demon himself, long and thick, and Jaskier licks his lips before dipping down and lapping the bead of pre-come from the darkened head.  He moans as the salty taste hits his tongue and quickly sucks the head into his mouth.  Geralt bucks up, but Jaskier moves with him to avoid being choked and shoots him a look from under his lashes.

“Sorry,” Geralt mumbles, but Jaskier just hums happily and gets back to work, bobbing his head as he wraps a hand around the thick shaft.  He feels Geralt’s claws at the back of his head, tiny pinpricks digging into his scalp just enough pressure to be felt but not hurt him.  There’s a part of him that loves knowing Geralt could tear him apart with his bare hands and he doesn't know what that says about him.  But for the moment he gives into it, leaning into Geralt’s touch every time he pulls up.

He pulls back and swirls his tongue around the head before licking down to the base.  He licks at Geralt’s sack and then takes one of his balls gently into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue before doing the same with the other. Geralt lets out a broken groan and tugs at his hair and Jaskier shivers as he comes back up to swallow him down again.

Geralt’s leaking steadily, and Jaskier knows he has to be close.  Jaskier lets himself focus on the heavy weight of him on his tongue, the salty taste flooding his mouth, the musky scent of him rushing over him.  And then Geralt is tugging at him, pushing him back as he growls out, “I need you.  Want to fuck you.  Now.”

“Yes,” Jaskier moans out as quickly as he can.  “We need oil.  Let me-” he starts, but gets cut off by a bright blue flash and a weird feeling in his ass.  He looks at Geralt with wide eyes and reaches around to touch the rim of his hole, fingers coming away slick.  “Did you just magic me slick?” he chokes out, amused more than anything.

“It’s quicker,” Geralt says with a shrug.  “You’ll still need to prep yourself, unless you want my fingers back, but I figured it would be a welcome trick.”

“You figured right,” Jaskier confirms as he climbs into Geralt’s lap.  He leans down to kiss him, licking into his mouth as he reaches behind himself and presses a finger into his own ass.  Geralt holds onto his hips, claws digging into him in a way that sends sparks down his spine, and Jaskier shoves a second finger in.  It’s probably rushed, but he knows what his body can handle.

By the time Jaskier’s got three fingers twisting inside himself, he’s a mess, face tucked against Geralt’s neck and thighs shaking as he struggles to hold himself together while he gets ready.  Geralt whispers praise against the crown of his head, one hand clinging to his hip and the other running up and down his back, his claws taunting him.

Fuck, he’s never been more ready for anything in his whole life.

“‘I’m good,” Jaskier moans as he slides his fingers out, already feeling the loss of being full.

“Hands and knees,” Geralt tells him, but Jaskier shakes his head as he wipes his fingers on the bedspread.

“No, I want to see you,” he says, and Geralt grins back at him.  Jaskier wants to demand the names of anyone who’s ever made him feel less than he deserves, but that can wait for now.  He lets himself be moved onto his back and reaches up to pull Geralt to him.  Geralt hikes his hips up, pushing back his thighs as he lines up.

“Ready for me?” he asks in a low voice.

“Years,” Jaskier teases, but Geralt just rolls his eyes and presses in and then Jaskier’s mind goes completely blank.

Time seems to slow down as Geralt slowly - oh so slowly - slides into him.  He relaxes and lets him in, body stretching around his massive cock.  Jaskier whines, chewing on his lower lip as he’s filled.  When Geralt finally bottoms out, he stills, giving Jaskier time to adjust.  He takes a few deep breaths and wills his body to cooperate.

After a few moments, he nods and whispers, “Please,” and Geralt starts rocking his hips.  He goes slow at first, like he needs to make sure Jaskier is actually ready for him.  But then Jaskier bucks up against him, chasing him as he pulls away, and something in Geralt snaps.  He slams back into him, making Jaskier howl and cling to him.

Jaskier has never felt this gods-damned full in his whole fucking life.  He digs his nails into Geralt’s forearms, holding onto him as he’s plowed into.  He’s a mess, prick leaking against his stomach, bouncing with each of Geralt’s hard thrusts.  He doesn’t remember closing his eyes, but has to blink them open to look up at Geralt.  Their gazes lock and he loses himself in the feral look in Geralt’s eyes.  His pupils are blown wide, just a thin ring of glowing gold around the edges.

Geralt grabs Jaskier’s thighs and pushes them into his chest, nearly folding him in half as he fucks him.  Jaskier can’t get enough, just holds onto Geralt as they move together.  Geralt looks radiant, his sweat-slicked body framed by those perfect black wings.  It’s like some kind of ancient artwork came to life, and Jaskier can’t stop watching him, can’t tear his eyes away even as his body is nearing his release.

“Close,” Geralt grinds out, his rhythm faltering, “touch yourself.”  And that’s an order Jaskier can follow, he pries his hand off the bedspread and wraps his long fingers around himself.  He’s a mess, leaking everywhere as he starts jacking himself in time with Geralt’s thrusts.

Geralt shifts, placing a foot on the bed to get better leverage.  His next thrust hits his prostate and Jaskier cries out, back bowing as he rocks into it.  Geralt tightens his hold on his thighs and slams in at the same angle, once, twice more, and Jaskier loses it.  He comes with a shout, body going taut as he spills over his own hand.

Geralt’s hips stutter, growling deeply as he thrusts into Jaskier.  His hair hangs in his face, curling as it dampens with sweat.  Jaskier watches him fall apart, muscles tensing as he grunts Jaskier’s name and comes in hot spurts inside of him.  He rocks through it, fucking Jaskier gently as he rides his orgasm.

After a few moments he stills and slumps down half on top of Jaskier, careful not to crush him with his full weight.  Jaskier keens and pulls him closer, their limbs tangling as they lay there.  Jaskier lets his hands roam over Geralt’s body, caressing his cooling skin.  He hums happily and buries his face in Geralt’s neck, whimpering when the demon slowly pulls out of him.

“Well that’s settled,” Jaskier mumbles as he turns them to their sides, “I think I’ll keep you.”

“I think I’ll let you,” Geralt says, laughing as he curls his body and wings around Jaskier.  He grins and waves a hand in a quick flash of blue light, and then Jaskier’s thighs are no longer covered in come.  He snorts and cuddles closer, too worn out to complain much.

“Next time let me be dirty.  I want to remember it,” Jaskier tells him.

“Am I that forgettable?” Geralt teases, and Jaskier swats at him half-heartedly.

“You broke me.  I’ll have a snappy answer for you in the morning,” he says sleepily.

“Oh right, my witty bard,” Geralt says with a chuckle.

“I am, you know?  Yours,” Jaskier clarifies with a smile.  Geralt’s breath catches in his throat and Jaskier presses a soft kiss against his collar bone.  He’s too tired to move more than that.

“I think I can be ok with that,” Geralt tells him, tightening his hold.

“I can be persistent,” Jaskier mumbles, already losing the battle against sleep.  His last thought is how lovely it is to be pressed against Geralt’s hard chest and surrounded by his soft wings.

Link to the artwork if you waited.

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BOOKS READ IN 2021

January

The Ravens: Kass Morgan

The Midnight Library: Matt Haig

How to be An Antiracist: Ibram X. Kendo

Sisters: Daisy Johnson

The Hollow Places: T. Kingsfisher

Horrid: Katrina Leno

Never Let Me Go: Kazuo Ishiguro

A Breif History Of Time: Stephen Hawking

The Invisible Life Of Addie LaRue: VE Schwab

They Never Learn: Layne Fargo

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Done 😀 didn't quite turn out as imagined but I'm pretty pleased Ref pic by Terence Porter from Russ Bridges facebook group . . . #kingsfisher #kingisherinflight #gotcha #kingfisherdrawing #kingfisherillustration #drawing #cp_art #artshare #instagood #artistsofinstagram #art #wildlifeillustration #birddrawing #birdillustration #animalart #animaldrawing

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Dinner for one by andreassaladin

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Kingfisher-Inspired Bullet Train. Fastest train in the world inspired by aerodynamics of Kingsfisher’s beak.

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Exciting Boat Trips from Bristol's Floating Harbour

Fancy a Boat Trip with Bristol Ferry Boats? – Bristol Ferry Boats offer a number of different trips, a great way to see the City from a different view point.  Bristol Ferry Boats has been running since 1977.  The iconic blue and yellow Ferry Boats can be seen travelling around the harbour almost every day of the year.  They provide a community focused, friendly ferry service and pride themselves on their unrivalled reliability.  Visitors are safe in the knowledge that they run their service every day except Christmas day, come rain or shine.  You will always receive a warm Bristol welcome their staff.

Wednesday Sundown Sailings – A lovely cruise around the Harbour, listening to music, watching the sun go down.  The trip includes tapas and cheese to complement two drinks of either Gin, Sherry or Rum (drinks depend on dates booked).  There are two departure times from the City Centre at 7pm and 9pm the trip lasts for 2 hours.  Tickets are £20 per person.

Brunel’s Bristol Boat Tour – A comprehensive tour of Brunel’s famous Bristol Landmarks.  Departing from Bristol Temple Meads, sailing past the SS Great Britain and on toward the historic lock gates, where Brunel’s other Bridge is laid.  Traveling away from the harbour along the Avon Gorge underneath the famous Clifton Suspension Bristol and then returning back to the Bristol Floating Harbour.  A great way to see some of Bristol’s Landmarks.  This trip lasts for 2 hours and 40 minutes.  Tickets – Adults £15, Children £12, Concessions £12 or Family of 5 £45.

Avon Gorge Trip – An exciting cruise along the Avon Gorge, with commentary throughout.  Departing from SS Great Britain leaving the floating harbour, along the Avon Gorge, underneath the amazing Clifton Suspension Bridge, Passing the ancient port of Sea Mills and the Village of Pill and onto Avonmouth (if the tide allows) and then returning back to the floating harbour.  This trip lasts for 3.5 hours.  Tickets - Adults £18.50, Children £16.50, Concessions £16.50 or Family of 5 £55.

Full map HERE

  Booze Cruises and Boat Parties – Private Hire - There is a variety of packages on offer – Vintage Tea Party, Bubbly Breakfast, Booze Cruises and Party Packages offering trips to dockside pubs and bars.  Catering for parties ranging from 25  to 45 people, with fully licensed CASH ONLY bars and music.  You have the opportunity to hop on and off of the boat and visit a wide range of Bars and Pubs.  These are fantastic trips, perfect for any celebration and for Hen Parties, a great way to start your weekend visit to Bristol.  There are many options available to create a bespoke party.  Find out more HERE.

Sunday Riverside Roast – A lazy cruise along the River Avon, departing from Welsh Back.  This is a very relaxed river cruise, after sailing through the City, see Bristol’s countryside from the water as it travels along the feeder canal and through Netham Lock along the riverbanks of St Anne’s and Conham River Park.  Enjoy the wildlife, you may see Otters, Swans, Deer, Foxes, Squirrels, Kingsfishers, Ducks etc.  Gently cruising onto the very popular Beese’s Riverside Tea Rooms to enjoy a delicious roast dinner and then have time to enjoy the beautiful grounds of the Tea Rooms until it’s time to make the journey back to Bristol.  This trip lasts (including your meal) for 3 hours.  Ticket prices include your food - Adults £25.00, Concessions £19.00.  Advance Bookings are essential as these trips are very popular.

Friday trip to Beese’s with live music – A Great way to start the weekend, departing from Welshback, a super river cruise sailing from Bristol, through the countryside to the very popular Beese’s Riverside Tea Rooms, where you can enjoy a meal and watch a live band most Fridays.  Some Fridays the tide doesn’t allow for these trips, but that’s only a few.  Drinks are available to buy (cash only) onboard during your trip.  This is a one-way trip, so that you can enjoy the whole evening dancing, you will need to book a taxi for the return journey.  Ticket prices include entry and food at Beese’s – Adults £21.00.  Advance bookings are essential.

Band line ups for these trips for 2019 :-

  26th April             Belle Rose

3rd May                Fiesta Latina

10th May              Dysfunktional

24th May              The Mayfair Players

31st May              Funk Husky

7th June                Soul Reason

14th June              The Bad Losers

21st June              The Jumps

28th June              Dukes of Mumbai

12th July               Finger Buffet

19th July               Dappa Don & The Playaz

26th July               Fromage en Feu

9th August            Stiff Upper Lips

16th August         JJ Gatsby

23rd August         The Jumps

6th September    Natty Daps

More about Beese’s Riverside Tea Rooms

Beese’s Riverside Tea Rooms is a hidden treasure, set beside a pleasantly wooded stretch of the river Avon. For some, a haven of tranquillity, where generations of city dwellers would put their cares of the city behind them for a time.  Visitors range from families, ramblers, cyclists, dog walkers and, of course, river-users swimming or rowing leisurely by.

In more recent years, Beese’s can be a lively place, whether it’s a friends’ get-together, a birthday or wedding celebration, or one of Beese’s music nights.

Beese’s is open each year for the spring and summer.  They have live music most Friday evenings, including a mix of known Bristol bands and visitors from afar.  There has been an annual beer festival since 2009.  Visit their Website for more information.

  Back to Bristol Ferry Boats -  There are 5 Ferry Boats all painted in iconic yellow and blue colours.

Margaret was built in 1952 and acquired in 1977 she has capacity for 28 passengers.  She has a wooden hulled open launch and was Built in Appledore for service in Lynmouth to replace a vessel wrecked in the flood of 1952 and later used as a ferry across the Avon between Shirehampton and Pill.

Independence was built in 1927 and acquired in 1980 she has capacity for 46 passengers.  With a wooden hulled open launch and was previously used on the Severn and Wye, and on the Erewash Canal.

Emily was built in 1927 and acquired in 1992 she has capacity for 48 passengers.  With a wooden hulled enclosed launch. Built in Bideford and was previously used at Scarborough and in Gloucester Docks.

Matilda was built and acquired in 1997 and has a capacity for 50 passengers.  With a Steel hulled enclosed launch, with a length of 14.02 m (46.0 ft) and a beam of 4.61 m (15.1 ft). Purpose built for Bristol Ferry Boats.

Brigantia was built and acquired in 2006 and has a capacity for 50 passengers.  With a Steel hulled enclosed launch. Purpose built for Bristol Ferry and based on the design for Matilda but equipped with a retractable wheelhouse and a wheelchair lift.

Both Matilda and Brigantia are licensed to operate on the tidal Avon downstream from Bristol through the Avon Gorge to Avonmouth, as well as throughout Bristol Harbour and on the Avon upstream to the city of Bath. The other vessels are restricted to Bristol Harbour and the upstream Avon.  Margret is the original yellow and blue ferry boat and is a true west country survivor.

Visit their Website for more information or check out their Timetable for Ferry's.

Independent Reviews:-

Bristol Ferry Boats - A great way to tour the historic harbour. Friendly staff, great value.

Having had a less than successful trip to We the Curious, we saw the yellow boat arrive and jumped on board. The full tour takes you from the City Centre to Hotwells and back, and then goes off in the other direction to Temple Meads and back. You can choose the full 80 minute tour, a 40 minute (half tour) or simply use the craft as a taxi or bus in the harbour area. We chose the 40 minute trip to Hotwells and back and saw Bristol from a viewpoint I had never experienced before. You travel past The Matthew and The Great Britain, have a good view of the cathedral, the harbour-side industries and the old pubs, with a great view of the multi-coloured buildings of Hotwells. A very friendly crewman was there to help people on and off and call out the stops and sell the tickets. We will definitely go back and do the full tour (ticket lasts a day and lets you hop on and off) when the weather is a bit warmer. Great fun and great value.

Beese's Riverside Bar and Tea Rooms

This is a great little quirky place next to the river. If you are used to eating in chain establishments it may not be for you as it is quite 'characterful'. We only had a cream tea but the Sunday lunches that people were tucking in to looked good too. The walk along the river and ferry across added to the charm.

More things to do in Bristol, near the harbourside.

Bristol Harbour Festival

Gromit Unleashed

          Indoor Market

Balloon Fiesta

          21 things to do in Bristol Guide

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Watercolor sketches I’ve made during my visit to pal who collect bones.

1. Eastern yellow-billed hornbill (Tockus flavirostris)

2. Lilac Kingsfisher (Cittura cyanotis)

3. Toco Toucan (Ramphastos toco)

4. Whooper Swan (Cygnus cygnus)

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BOOKS READ IN 2021

January

The Ravens: Kass Morgan

The Midnight Library: Matt Haig

How To Be an Antiracist: Ibram X. Kendi

Sisters: Daisy Johnson

The Hollow Places: T. Kingsfisher

Horrid: Katrina Leno

Never Let Me Go: Kazou Ishiguro

A Brief History of Time: Stephen Hawking

The Invisible Life of Addie Larue: VE Scwab

They Never Learn: Layne Fargo

February

Home Before Dark: Riley Sager

Pretty Girls: Karin Slaughter

On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous: Ocean Vuong

My Sister The Serial Killer: Oyinkan Braithwaite

Sharp Objects: Gillian Flynn

March

I’m Thinking Of Ending Things: Iain Reid

Love Warrior: Glennon Doyle

Nori: Rumi Hara

Killing Commendatore: Haruki Marukami

When They Call You A Terrorist: Patrisse Khan Cullors

The Girl Who Drank The Moon: Kelly Barnhill

The Complete Poems of Sappho: Sappho

Violets and Other Tales: Alice Dunbar Nelson

The Price of Salt: Claire Morgan

Conversations with Friends: Sally Rooney

Aristotle and Dante: Benjamin Alire Saenz

April

Inward: Yung Pablo

Enigma Variations: Andre Aiceman

Everything I Never Told You: Celeste No

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Kingsfisher by Colin Spalding on Flickr.