#olliander

[cloudeling]

throws some ocs out at you

[reblogmonstah]

One word.

Olliander.

Who are we to know that you didn't know enough if it in bee's honey would end a person???

joe biden, you stupid fuck. listen to me. Crimes are legal for sitting presidents as long as they’re official actions. Listen: Joe. You have one chance

[muu-kun]

Muu do be afraid of (1) Man. We do be forgetting about this one on purpose, I believe.

who I GUESSSSSS (I'm being dramatic, ignore me) can stay being named Grim as it does make sense with his full name. I still don't be liking it and I'm the one who allowed for him to exist in the first place. He's my garbage, GARBAGE stepson.

Information does exist for him on the old blog, but inevitably going to redo it as I dislike it for no real reason other than I just Do. For now the only required information is his name is Olliander Cain Grimace, and he's a piece of garbage.

[444names]

quenya names + estonian female forenames

Aicati Ailissë Ainulin Airsts Aiwendis Alambar Aland Alcarna Aldalë Aldamil Aldanna Almar Almarenar Almarista Alquenta Amanwë Amardame Ambarin Analcar Analta Anates Andil Andoristo Andur Angaman Angar Angas Angolmo Anguages Annonótië Anyar Anáro Aracormo Arafinwa Arage Arannar Aranyar Arassë Aratalëa Arcalm Arcirca Arciry Ardain Ardil Armen Artamo Assëa Astamir Astar Atalë Atanyárë Atarlando Atter Aurended Avand Avanyar Avarië Axantar Begotto Belerosso Besiri Bicondina Biped Blacili Blosta Blowboldo Bornalca Brean Breano Calar Calassë Calië Calmir Canal Carna Carnien Casalled Chieft Circantur Citya Collowing Cormarië Cormo Corohirds Culúri Curucáno Curund Daril Darië Depark Desirina Dualondil Dwellónë Earna Easts Eelatar Ekkaiar Eldane Eldanort Eldarin Eldor Elecondëa Eleron Eleronds Elerostor Ellië Elostarmo Elperi Elvens Elver Elvers Elving Emenings Endil Enelmon Enelwë Enelya Engoldor Envinya Eorld Erenando Erestë Ermen Erumor Essemisto Etyar Eärninquë Falandos Fantë Fastlands Fater Fathant Fearer Felli Findacal Findalë Firil Firyon Flowed Folin Follondil Foremast Forestle Forgins Forma Forossë Fragran Fëandatar Fírië Gendor Geneldani Glord Goldor Grasta Greath Greati Habet Haimehta Haire Hallótë Hanafinwë Hauntar Haver Heaves Helley Helluin Helmar Helpers Hernatest Hilden Hiriondë Hirrior Holdo Hollo Hollë Hornā Hravage Hröanwi Hyalls Hyand Hyanna Hyarace Hyaranar Ilingwi Imilatar Incáno Indaratar Indórel Indósanga Ingdom Ironwë Isilinórë Isilma Isilme Isilpion Isilvanis Janelyar Jewellion Kaarju Katan Kingolmo Kingwa Krist Laire Lalwen Lamanwë Lambe Lamest Landy Lantle Lassëa Laught Laurel Leenar Legender Lembit Lemor Lentári Leptala Lestir Liisike Liisil Lindalf Lingilótë Linórë Londil Londocar Lorests Loved Lumeresta Lumúrë Lámarin Maiar Maider Mairondo Mairë Maitive Maldo Marron Meldi Menta Metty Mettúril Mickle Midden Minastor Minyarand Mirable Misto Moonlike Moright Motherund Mountarë Musickly Máhanta Nairë Nantle Nards Narrow Narsilma Naryands Nauco Naucoro Neldo Nienorth Nildië Nolondo Nortreena Návar Nólimo Númenel Númenelwë Oienos Olassë Olliands Olossë Ondor Onessecil Onyar Onyara Orollo Orondilmë Orondos Orost Ostory Outern Oxforger Palarónë Parmen Partan Pastelca Pelossë Periando Perië Phing Pilli Pillië Pityamo Prain Quelótë Quend Quendis Quendur Quenyáre Quetil Radian Rains Rannon Rauro Redeep Retualour Riendur Riner Ringahyar Rinquë Rision Rocar Rocarondë Rohirdler Ronilduri Russarage Rusēn Rámanyar Rómendil Rómeress Rómes Rónarsil Rúatanair Sahtands Savanyë Savars Shapeds Shorest Shornë Sight Silde Singa Singoldo Sirable Smitta Snows Soronil Spirion Stain Starantur Stody Story Strontor Strucáno Sulaith Sumer Supremorn Tandosta Tanis Tarca Tarcant Tarianto Taril Tarison Tarissive Tarknessa Tatyaman Taurel Taurelië Tauron Tauronil Telcarna Telen Telend Telendi Telentur Telper Telperi Telperië Telpion Telumen Teren Thand Tharion Thirrima Thostar Thous Tinto Tolkiends Tompoll Tought Triina Triinur Trina Tuler Tumba Tumno Twilder Tyafinwë Tyando Tyelper Túril Túrossë Uinely Uinénië Ulumbar Ulumúrë Undil Urufinwë Urukyer Valan Valaquest Valatan Valima Valimosta Valiner Valië Vallaira Vallondil Vanië Vanyamo Vardian Vardiands Vards Variel Varin Vorong Walle Wanga Wansion Wardamira Warver Weaves Windil Wingol Womandor Yearnë Yester Youndar Youndo Yárant Yénien Írilliage Ñgolmo Ólamarë Ósaran Ósari Úlaicania Úmanel

[kyuuuuga]

Day 9

Prompt #42 from this list

My eyes opened to blinding light, intensifying the pain already throbbing at my temples. Closing them again to try and will the pain away I sat up, hissing from the pain at my side. Once I’m sitting up against my pillows I remember the things leading up to this moment. Our group had gotten mixed up with some goblins on the side of a mountain pass with no places to hide. During the fight while healing a teammate an arrow flew into my side, sticking deep in me. It didn’t help when we were ambushed and most of the angry goblins had targeted me, landing many solid hits. Guessing I passed out I finally took a look around the room and blinked in confusion. This was my room but...it was decked out completely in christmas decorations. The ones I was going to hang up myself when we got back from our trip.

I smile thinking one of my guild members had went through the trouble of doing this for me, when the pain at my side overcame me again making me double back onto my pillows. Looking to my left I see a pitcher of water. I go to fill a cup and hastily down it, feeling slightly better. As I go to pour more I see a letter tucked under one of the glasses. I grab it and examine it. This was a bit too extravagant to be from any of the ones that typically took care of me. Opening it I suddenly realize why and get very nervous.

“Castien…” I trace my hand over the paper, the handwriting elegant and almost perfect on the paper in neat rows. I read it slowly as to take in all the information, my head still pounding in my ears.

“Hey Percy,

I know we don’t get along but you healed my sister and saved her from that attack the other day. For that I am grateful for your actions. Still dislike you but now I guess I feel indebted to you. I know this isn’t a life for a life per say but I know how crazy you go for this stupid holiday and from personal experience I know you won’t be able to move around for a while. Don’t you fucking dare try to get up and pull any of your self-sacrificing bullshit. Lucy and I stayed up all night trying to fix you up. If you hurt yourself I’ll make sure to give you a new wound so STAY. IN. BED.

Doctor’s Orders. You always order me around like this so it’s my turn now. Anyway, this isn’t my holiday at all and I don’t understand it but if you wake up after Christmas and miss it I don’t want you to be moping around. It will only slow us down. So I’ll go ahead and say Merry Christmas ya big asshole”

A knowing smile grew on my face as I continued to read. The two of us were beginning to grow and understand each other. Truth be told I began to admire the Aasimar. It’s going a bit far saying I show interest in him but this is the first time I have ever had anyone get these kinds of emotions out of me in years. I softly smile as my eyes drift down the page but then it falls when I read the final note at the bottom of the letter.

“P.S. I know giving gifts is one of the traditions. Since you seem to have a pole up your ass 24/7 I got you a dildo. It’s somewhere in your room with the decorations. When you get tired of the pole you could use that instead.”

I place the letter back on the bedside table and put my head in my hands, trying to calm my emotions before my headache rages over me again.

“That’s it. I’m going to kill him…”

[tinypixelcat]

Olliander "Ollie" Calloway:

"We see something, we take it."

Yep. That's fey for ya.

[sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-shelby]

All my dnd ocs partying together!

There's Grim, the one-armed dwarf fighter. He was my first pc.

Killian, human eldritch knight fighter/wizard. My dearest and longest played charcter.

Realm, tabaxi rogue who speaks to the ghost of her mother, my most recent creation.

Silvi, half-elf bard. my first adventurer to die. I'll love her forever.

Olliander, the halfling bard. Big ego in a small package.

Devvynix, the dragonborn battlemaster fighter/rogue. My evil doofus.

Emery, my nobleborn human ranger, adventuring to make something more of herself than just her title.

And Runa, the human warlock willing to do literally anything to regain power and notoriety. Hence the deal with the devil.

[ask-the-hottest-people-on-earth]

❝ ILL MARRY A WEALTHY MAN! ❞ — ;

“ VERONICA SANTIAGO ,,

🔹im the lead singer of the group!! i use she/he/they pronouns cause.. im a genderfluid queen. feel free to ask any questions!! nothing too personal though, please<33

🔹my tags are #ronnie rambles #veronica speaks #veronica my love #veronica the beloved

🔹oh and!! my answers are purple<33

“ NICOLE ' NIKI ' KIM ,,

(shhhh shut up ik she's in gacha club I don't wanna draw her)

🔹️ Yoooo!! I'm the awesome guitarist of the band!! I go by they/them but i'm a girl bc girls rock and yes! My tags are #niki exclaims #niki is super cool!! #niki is the best!! #best guitarist in the universe!!

“ Melody Fontaine 'Mel, Mellie' ,,

🔹Hiya! I'm Melody Fontaine, the pianist/keyboarder for the band! My pronouns are she/her and you can call me Melody, Mel, or Melli! I own two dogs, a pitbull named Olliander and an Australian Shepherd/German Shepard mix named Jason, along with a Scottish fold cat named Maximus! 🐾🐾🐾🐶🐶 Ask me anything you'd like I'll definitely answer! (Keep is sfw plz). My tags are #melody muses, #chitchatting with melody, #im just a little meow meow

“ ETHEOS „

🔹Uh... hi. Name’s Emanuel, also known as ETHEOS in the group. basically what I am is providing the backing vocals of the group. Not too significant or anything, I guess. Basically also the only boy of the group. Can call me anything “Em, Ema, Nuel,” whatever I guess. Oh, and also, I’m gay. Sorry girls. But boys are welcome <3. My tags are #etheos #nuels says #the only boys musings

“ Kiera „

🔹Hey there! I'm Kiera, the drummer of the group! My pronouns are she/her. Call me Keys, Ra ra, Era, or anything else as long as it's appropriate. I am told that I'm very aggressive. Which is true. If you hurt any of these members with an ask or anything, you better learn how to sleep with one eye open. My sticks could break bones if I threw them hard enough. Also, if you ask about the scars, it won't be very pleasant for you. My tags are #kiera yells, #little drummer girl, #keys hits the drums, #era of era, #ra ra

“ SCENE „

🔹yo yo yo yo!! what up, my name's SCENE! and well it might not look like it but I play the cello. I go by they/he pronouns and is unlabelled. Scene is actually just an alias, not my real name, but i wont say my real name because I'd like to be known as SCENE!! got the name from my aesthetic (your local scene kid). overall, im a really chill guy who loves music. My tags are: #☆scene answers, #☆scene rambles, and #☆scenes cello music.

" SUKI YASUHIRO ,,

🔹"What's up guys? My name is Suki! Pronouns are she/they. Call me Suki, Su-Su or anything that's appropriate. I am the rapper of the group, even though they expect more of a tomboyish girl when they hear that they have a female rapper. My favorite aesthetic is cottagecore, and I really like other people's aeshetics too! I am a little bit annoying sometimes, but I really enjoy company! My first language is Japanese, but i'm pretty fluent in English. Tags are: #su-su was here #suki answers #suki rambles #suki's rap ballads That's all! Have a great time here.

🔹"my answers will be teal!

[tag-that-oc]

If your still doing the ship names, Ferrous and Olliander/Ollie? Ferrous is half metal and Ollies undead if that helps!

Ferriander :3

[cloudeling]

the difference between meda easton n andy is that meda is kind but not nice easton is nice but not kind and andy is neither

[filthfichunter]

My first entry for the #WitcherDeadDoveBingo!! Gaslighting and spider gags squares.

Noncon, Rough Oral, Fisting, Object Insertion, quasi enema, belly bulge, non con drug use, non con somnophilia, gaslighting... DeadDoveDoNotEat.

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Summary: Geralt never usually knew how he got into the more preposterous of the situations he found himself in, but in this case he only had himself to blame.

Geralt starts drugging Jaskier for some peace and quiet, it's the perfect solution until it isnt. Cue Jaskier being convinced a past partner has cursed him- begging Geralt to save him from his sexual haunting, or hex or whatever has him waking up with a sore throat and bruises and strains that he can't explain.

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Within the first week of Jaskier following him on the Path Geralt longed for the quiet peace of his pre-bard life.

The other man just would not stop making noise, or moving. If it wasn't inane chatter or singing or humming it was the constant movement and barely contained energy and boundless enthusiasm.

Jaskier reminded him of an over eager wolf cub, all oversized paws and tumbling over itself

He could deal with it during the day traveling. But at night anytime they were setting up camp he had to brace himself for dealing with Jaskier until the bard would finally fall asleep granting Geralt his much valued peace.

The Witcher pretty much hated heading into towns, but at least if they spent the night at an inn Jaskier would be busy playing his craft and earning coin. Being able to brood in a dark corner with some ale was an improvement, at least the rest of the humans knew to give him a wide buffer.

As an added bonus towns meant that more often than not the lusty little lark would spend the evening sleeping next to someone else. Geralt wasn't a prude, but he had within the first month of knowing Jaskier run all of the tests he had learned or ever heard of to check for any trace of sex demon energy or lineage.

Even at his horniest as a young adolescent trainee with a full double dose of mutagens running through his body Geralt didn't remember ever needing to get a leg over on everything as much as Jaskier so obviously did.

The bright young man was becoming something of a friend, and Geralt didn't actually want to drive him away. There was a charm to how he treated Geralt as more than the monster he knew himself to be. Also the way he fawned over Geralt's body, prepared baths and did nice things for him was... nice, the smell of sexual longing and desire in Jaskier's pheromones was also nice.

The second month was when he first happened across what he thought might be a solution to his Jaskier problem.

Instead of chattering filling the entire clearing with noise Geralt had looked up startled by the quiet to see Jaskier passed out over Roach's rucksack. Instead of following Geralt's instructions to never go into his ingredient/potions sack the younger man must have decided to go searching for some seasoning for the stew that he had been preparing.

Tromping over to see what ridiculous situation Jaskier had landed himself in this time. Geral was relieved and annoyed to see that Jaskier would be fine, but that he would need to reorder his bag and it's many vials. Based on the beading pinprick of blood on his finger and overpowering scent of a mix of olliander and manticore bile Jaskier had managed to dose himself with one of the safest (for humans) tranquilizer in his Witcher kit of potions.

For all that he might have been a sheltered recent college graduate before he started following along after Geralt he had a rather sophisticated palette when it came to seasoning his food and cooking.

That still didn't excuse Jaskier from rooting through a pack that wasn't his, but being knocked out for the next maybe two hours and having to eat a cold dinner was punishment enough. He wasn't the boys disciplinarian to pull Jaskier's silks down over his ass and give him a spanking, even if some days Geralt was tempted to do it just to see if he could pink up that soft pale skin and drive the always chirping lark beyond words.

That first night was all Jaskier. Geralt was good and carefully laid Jaskier bacj down over the rucksack buffered by his bedroll so that the insensate body wouldn't get jostled or bruised as he waited for Jaskier to regain consciousness.

It was when Jaskier came right back awake and continued the exact same conversation he had been having (conversation was a generous discriptor for the one sided wave of words) seemingly none the wiser that he had missed any time at all that the first seed of the idea was planted in Geralt's mind.

The next night Geralt made up his mind to knock the bard unconscious for the full evening after supper.

"Jaskier!"

"Your coarseness stands in the way of true artistry Geralt! You don't see me complaining over your knife sharpening! Or your, silent, but very loud brooding! Your brooding is like an entire chamber orchestra of angry kittens Geralt, spitting and angry and adorable!"

Jaskier continued to strum the same four bars of music over and over and over.

It was a simple thing to drug Jaskier, this time with a silk thin needle dipped in enough of the solution to give Geralt a complete uninterrupted night of peace, slipped into the unblemished skin over his carotid artery. Jaskier had noticed the tiny slice to his fingers the day before, but was unable to figure out when it had happened. Jaskier used his fingers and hands too much to risk a repeat.

He didn't feel guilty at all, he had seen mother's do much the same with fussy infants. And really Geralt can easily imagine Jaskier's own family having done something similar for the boy to have made it to adulthood without being throttled.

The consequences the next day were worse for Geralt than for Jaskier.

Just like before Jaskier woke up without realizing anything was strange. Unlike last time the bard was even more full of energy after his time unconscious.

Geralt gave it up as a solution for the next two weeks. Two weeks of noise and chatter and a marked uptick in the lust and sex smells that Jaskier was putting out. Apparently some barrier of familiarity had been breached, because it was also about that time that Geralt learned something that would guarantee a sleepy quiet bard.

Jaskier was a two and done orgasm type of man. To hear the irate barmaid tell it Jaskier hadn't even stayed awake long enough to help her to her own climax. Sure enough on the road that morning Jaskier was more yawning and tired than usual.

That night was the second time Geralt drugged Jaskier and then rubbed the bard to completion through his trousers. The reward of a quieter and chagrin bard for the full morning the next day was worth any moral twinge Geralt might have felt. His smirk caused Jaskier to blush and bluster in a very becoming way, the scent of sex and cum coming from the boy didn't hurt Geralt's mood either.

Two days into the new routine Geralt had it down to a science. It was too suspicious to always have Jaskier wake to a mess in his own pants, so the night before Geralt had discovered that Jaskier's slim cock was the perfect mouthful for him to suck down without having to do any prep work of his own, with enough stimulation Geralt had been able to bring his friend off three times quickly one after the next anfter the next.

The last climax Geralt had coaxed along by burying a cooked finger up into the bard to stimulate his prostate, the result was the same, the next day a sleepy sated bard and peace till the sun was nearly directly above them.

On the anniversary of the first week of peace Geralt first traced the seam of Jaskier's mouth, edging the boys usually animated and loud mouth open and petting the pink moist tongue. It wasn't like the bard wouldn't offer if Geralt asked him to get on his knees and service him in this way...

The morning after the sloppiest and most thorough throat fucking blow job Geralt had ever managed to experience in the entirety of his long life Jaskier complained of a hoarse throat and rested his voice the entire rest of the trip into town where he had a job booked to sing that evening. Silence. Bliss.

And it was no wonder. Geralt wasn't as well hung as some of the Witchers he knew, but even he had been surprised to be able to press the wiry white hair at his crotch to Jaskier's lips. Most whores charged extra, both because he was a Witcher, and because of the inconvenience of trying to blow him. He'd been so shocked by Jaskier's success he ended up rearranging and contorting the bard into a bunch of different positions over the coming days to see just how deep and how long he could thrust down into that golden throat.

The first morning that Jaskier had passed on breakfast and claimed he must still be full for the night before Geralt didn't bother hiding his smirk. He had come at least three times down into Jaskier's belly, and it was no wonder the bard didn't need to break his fast. If Jaskier was confused about his cum scented morning breath he didn't voice any concerns.

Jaskier took to thanking Geralt for the small kindnesses the Witcher started to offer, honey tea in the morning for Jaskier's throat, herbs to help him feel more relaxed, balm for any of the aches, pains or bruises that cropped up when traveling with a Witcher.

Geralt was maybe a little guilty, but he also had come to enjoy seeing his little song bird's smile at the unexpected gifts.

After Geralt picked up the spider gag to keep Jaskier's mouth held open more conveniently for his throat fucking he also bought some lip balm for the dry skin and pressure sores that sometime came from overusing the device.

"You are the soul of thoughtfulness dearheart! A paragon of care"

When Jaskier complained later on about a sore jaw it wasn't even Geralt, but the proprietor of an inn that told the bard it was no wonder his jaw hurt with as much wagging he did with it.

Jaskier's lips weren't the only hole Geralt explored after drugging him. What had started with one slick finger tip hesitant and searching had exploded into Geralt making a thorough study of just what he could fit into Jaskier's ass.

He could pump his way to orgasm so many times his own cock started to chafe, with no accounting for how raw and used Jaskier's own rim faired after such treatment.

He always fixed what he broke with a combination of more tinctures and the application of magic. He did start to worry that Jaskier might notice that his once youthful tight hole had a pronounced gape to it, but so far like the rest of the small discomforts of the Path Jaskier hadn't said a thing.

On a night on the road after sharing an amphora of of wine with Jaskier Geralt had even managed to work the rim of Jaskier's lax asshole around the lip of the mouth of the vessel and tip nearly a full gallon of water into the drunk drugged bards guts.

Holding Jaskier's hips up high, with only the boys head and shoulders touching the ground Geralt might have felt a little guilty if it hadn't been so hot seeing Jaskier so stretched and his belly slowly being sloshed over full and swollen- his rim stretched so wide it was nearly white with the stress where it kissed the lip of the wine jar.

He did miss some of Jaskier's noise. And he did wonder what sounds he could evoke from his little lark, what it might be like to have Jaskier's body clentch back and respond when Geralt's cock was deep dicking him so thoroughly that the bard started shooting blank, milked dry by Geralt's attentions.

Once again Jaskier supplied a solution, and with excellent timing too, it was near impossible to find a manticore this time of year and he was nearly out of the drug concoction he had been using.

"Geralt, I need your help desperately!! It's a life or death situation!!"

Immediately coming to attention Geralt turned to Jaskier, limping slowly beside Roach voice a little scratchy and strained even after the tea and herbs he had been fed.

It was a bashful red faced Jaskier that explained his theory.

"Everything is perfectly normal and then, hmmm it must have been a month ago! No wait maybe it was two...Geralt do you remember that tiny little town with that councilman's wife who threw me out of her bedroom right before I was able to finish satisfying her with my talented..."

"Jaskier"

"My talented tongue Geralt! Let me continue, I am convinced I am cursed, or haunted, or cursed and haunted."

"Even I know to avoid the ones that smell off or have rashes bard" In all honesty Geralt would be surprised to learn if Jaskier had been able to masturbate let alone get it up to service his normal number of partners, not with how Geralt had been overworking him at night.

The bards body only got a reprieve on nights after a hunt or when they were staying at inns. Even then it was only sometimes that Geralt left the bard alone.

"The point stands! And it is your job as a Witcher to break the curse!"

The last visit to a town, the night before, Jaskier had actually returned drunk and cum stained still dripping a load of cum from a tumble with a strapping blacksmith that had tipped the bard and then tupped the bard in quick succession.

"What curse is it you think you have Jaskier?" Geralt was putting on a show growsing, but he was curious to see what the boy thought was happening to him.

It's true he had maybe over done it both with the drug and with how hard he had used the bard last night. But it was partly Jaskier's fault for giving Geralt the perfect cover to try fisting Jaskier for the first time. The bard already expected to wake up pleasantly sore and leaking.

"The councilman's wife cursed me! It's the only explanation Geralt! Scratchy throats in the morning that disappear by afternoon, unaccounted bruises, an er inability to inspire and follow through in the appreciation of my audience of young nubile stable boys and milk girls I am afflicted Geralt! Cursed!'

"You seem healthy to me" Geralt grunted amused for once by the length and passion of this rant. "Doesn't sound like a likely curse"

"That's exactly what she wants you to think!!"

Seeing the bard so animated and full of energy did make Geralt realize how subdued he had been for the last week? Maybe more?

"Tell me the rest of it"

"What makes you think there is more! I've already told you the worst of it, really Geralt, a man of your long years and deep understanding of curses and hexes I expect you can mix together a few things and have me back to normal in no time, someone is jealous of my immense musical talents and bedroom prowess and they want me to suffer Geralt!" Jaskier had nearly spooked Roach with the vehemence of his speech and the trio of continued down the path silently for another league before Jaskier actually started sniffling a bit, emotions high.

The Witcher resolved that no matter how hot it was he wouldn't fist the bard again if this was the result. Seeing the usually flat belly swell and ripple out from the fist punching up into his belly, seeing the slender cock spurt and drip from the pressure of Geralt's forearm against Jaskier's prostate...it wasn't worthwhile if the result was an overwrought limping bard.

..

"Geralt can you at least check to see if I'm cursed? It isn't just the throat, or damage to my youthfully robust and much celebrated libido."

Saying so Jaskier actually started to blush so strongly Geralt was surprised there was still enough blood pumping through his veins to keep him shuffling forward.

Even after Geralt had finished with punch fucking that sloppy loose hole and depositing his own cum alongside that of the blacksmiths Jaskier's hole has leaked.

"Geralt, please help me? I feel some empty inside all the time"

Geralt sharp ears caught the whispered confession and he actually got hard so fast he was dizzy as a tiny blerb of pre cum dripped into his leather trousers.

Looking down at the strangely silent and solem bard Geralt let Jaskier's statement settle in around them accompanied by the low level swell of Jaskier's lust smell and the salty pepper of his embarrassment.

Remembering how swollen and hot Jaskier's rim had been as he had worked a soothing healing lotion into the much abused flesh, Geralt decided to be kind after having been unknowingly gifted such a novel experience.

Jaskier had fulfilled a large number of Geralt's sexual fantasies without ever being aware of how much Geralt had come to enjoy their one sided time together.

"Yes, Jaskier, let me set you on Roach and get you more tea, tonight we will find out what's wrong with you."

It was easy to promise to help his friend. Jaskier didn't need to know that the Witcher was the source of his problems if Geralt fixed them for him now.

"Your cock isn't cursed or haunted bard, so please stop composing whatever raunchy ditty you are thinking of composing"

From on top of Roach Jaskier beamed down at Geralt walking beside him happy and hopeful for the first time in at least a month that his friend, the White Wolf himself, would help him...

[ironiccrus]

@theacearcher

(✉ → irobot): Listen, I’m 100% up for testing your theory. (✉ → irobot): But if it works, I’m not sure you being there makes it a “private” show for Dinah. (✉ → irobot): But, probably wouldn’t bother her. What would I have to coat an arrow in to make it green? 😉

(✉ → olliander king): that was a lot easier than most of my theories are to sell (✉ → olliander king): i would leave before the main event. i’ve /changed/, ollie -- and i’m a taken man (✉ → olliander king): copper sulfate? although we might end up poisoning everyone in the room but you know, risk benefit analysis and all that

[tangodancerwrites]

a finley olliander and valentine lexington moodboard | general feelings ;;

there’ll be no one unless that someone is you i intend to be independently blue

[lightning-and-lavender-fire]

Inspired by @maddcastle

In which a popular magazine in the Olliand province does a 4-issue takeover with the Wona Island Coven (before June—me—became a full-fledged member).

Oof Ruby’s isn’t quite the same dimensions as the rest of them so tap on it to see the whole thing (I’d fix it but also no way am I redoing that whole thing).

[my-id-eas]

Surviving Witchworld

Part 1 of an indefinite series

If you stay away from Wona Island, you should be mostly fine.

Keep a close eye on your bags when in Taured. And your mind.

Never call him Callum. Always Kazria.

Keep away from anything that comes out of the earth and looks vaguely like a body part.

If you see someone with no shadow, hand them a piece of fruit. But like, be chill about it.

If they turn it down, you’ve probably found a “vampire” (technically called a rakuni but essentially a vampire). Apologize profusely and walk, not run, away.

If they take the fruit, odds are this is Tori Ildura you’re talking to. You should be fine unless she’s drunk. Don’t bring up the missing shadow.

Light divides, Shade unites. Both destroy.

If you somehow end up on Wona Island, and you didn’t go there intentionally, leave fast. The boatman should be there.

Stay on Selena’s good side. It won’t guarantee anything, just make your odds a little better.

She does mind magic. Don’t fight it or she’ll try harder.

Ruby and Brynn will keep you safe, maybe. But it’s worth a shot.

If you’re in Southern Olliand, ask where Cora and Arthur live. Find them and tell them June sent you. You’ll have a place to stay.

Normally you can see a spell before it hits you. You can usually try to dodge, block, or outrun it. Do not block with your own hands.

If you’re with Selena, Rule 14 is not always true.

You are not safe around Selena. It doesn’t matter how much she cares about you. She might actually care about you. But you still aren’t safe.

Know your thinking style. Visual, auditory, kinesthetic, that stuff. It may be pop psychology but the Fragment will use it against you.

June understands.

The Sunstaff and Shadowstaff are not to be used. You’ll know them when you see them.

If Ruby sings for you, or shows you her drawings, you’ve found yourself a loyal friend in her. Keep her nearby in case Selena or Brynn get any ideas.

Tori’s not bad to have around, either. Good at stopping conflict. Just know that she’s almost certainly not in it to help you.

Be cautious around ink quills. You never know which one is the one of Heartsight. Be very careful around anything of Heartsight.

Brynn knows how to make smokebombs. Just a handy thing to know.

The Living Earth and A Genealogy of Stars are some surprisingly quick and helpful reads to get your hands on.

Trust is earned.

[mischacrossing]

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