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25-35 is such a weird fucking age because you’re 100% a bread-and-butter Standard Edition Millennial but the cool teens are like “ok boomer” because you have a Real Job but the actual Boomers at your job are like “I’m not going to listen to a literal fucking child” as they download 16 self-replicating viruses and meanwhile the Gen Xers are telling you to refinance a mortgage for a house you don’t have and you’re sitting there at the Adults Table with the pretty tasty casserole you cooked because you’ve finally figured out how to do that now but everyone is eating the Boomer’s store-bought macaroni instead and admittedly they do sort of taste similar so it probably wasn’t worth all the trouble of cooking from scratch and you’re trying to comfort the freshly-graduated sobbing 22-year-old next to you because she just woke up here and doesn’t know where she is but you have like maybe 5k dollars in a savings account labelled RETIREMENT that grows approx. twelve cents a year and you keep eating dry macaroni while smiling incomprehensibly and periodically blacking out like ??????????

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trying to get my man some consistent looks

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trying to get my man some consistent looks

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have a wip or something, idk

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Demographic of people in the Witcher fandom iirc convinced there's such a thing as 'lute oil' which best as I can tell is incorrect

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Witcher’s Lullaby

This month’s Geraskier print choice for my Acid Rain Tier [ available til the end of the month if you’d like one! Link to Patreon here ]

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Witcher au where jaskier is a mermaid, but kike how it works in H2O just add water

maybe valdo and pricilla are aswell, just for the heck of it

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is the witcher fandom even on here? or existing beyond polish dads? idk but worth a try

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me, thinking about how joey’s chest hair looked shaved at the table read which probably means a shirtless jaskier scene which might mean a jaskier sex scene:

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Ok Ik we’ve been joking about reverse tropes but the reverse one bed trope could and probably has worked for geraskier

Like they get a room at the inn and there’s two beds and they are both secretly really upset about it bc they both crave each others touch so much and the only time they really get to enjoy it is when they are pretending to sleep

Or the when they approach the innkeeper to rent a room for the night and they are all, “oh don’t worry about us just the one room with the one bed, wouldn’t want to put out your already showing us so much generosity” trying to j get the one room and one bed and out of the conversation but the innkeeper is like “No no I insist, the Witcher is doing our town such a great service and you master bard look oh so wary from the road we can’t have you tired before you performance tonight we have so many people looking forward to it! You simply must each have your own bed! I’m tact you must each have your own room on the house” *undignified protests* “none sense in fact we will have two baths delivered to each of your rooms at the same time yes what a splendid idea- no you must accept our show of gratitude ok here are your keys off you go bye bye”

*cue one miserable bard and one equally miserable Witcher*

Bonus points if Yennefer told the innkeeper that the boys hate staying in the same room and find it wholly impolite and such impropriety reflects badly on the whole town- j bc she’s seen the two idiots and is tired of their pinning bull shit

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Some frame redraws per patreon request ~ I’m quite happy with how these sketches came out.

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Jaskier: you know why I called you in here, right?

Geralt: yeah, because I accidentally sent you a dick pic—

Jaskier: *stops pouring two glasses of wine* accidentally??

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Jaskier 💙💜🩷

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reblog for bigger sample size

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Preview for my upcoming Geraskier regency au fic

Keep it together, Jaskier. You are well, you are well, you are-- Fuck. He can't breathe.

He tears through the hallway as fast as his feet will take him. Cousin Ferrant’s house is massive; with winding halls and dozens of rooms, but Jaskier knows its layout well enough to find the place he's searching for.

There--  a short moment of relief washes over him as he spots the glass door to the greenhouse. His place of refuge, safe from prying eyes.

It's only once he is through the door that he finally lets the tears fall, a ragged sob ripping its way from his throat as he clutches at his chest, trying to find purchase. Each breath feels like fire in his lungs, like no matter how much air he greedily sucks in, it does nothing to quell this suffocating feeling.

You are well, you are well, you are well.

His calming mantra does nothing for his nerves anymore. 

Desperate, Jaskier makes his way further into the greenhouse, mostly unaware of his surroundings-- they all fade into the background amid his pounding heart and choked sobs.

No. No, not again.

He had been doing so well, a part of him thought that perhaps this would all be a thing of the past, but no such luck. There is no true cure for his affliction.

He turns the corner into the orangery, tears clouding his vision. He can't do this again, can't make it through another season like this. He can't--

"Oh."

Jaskier's head snaps in the direction of the sound to find a man standing beneath a nearby lemon tree. He looks just as surprised to see Jaskier as Jaskier is to see him.

"Oh no," Jaskier says, shaking his head and pointing a finger at the stranger. "Oh no, no, no, no. You cannot be here. You cannot--" he gasps, the strain of speaking when he can scarcely breathe catching up with him. 

"I cannot be here?" the man asks, an eyebrow raised. "I was here first."

"This house belongs to my cousin," Jaskier chokes out, "that means I have priority when it comes to-- oh gods."

A sudden churning in his gut has him throwing himself towards the nearest flower pot and promptly emptying his stomach contents into the soil.

"...are you alright?"

The sound of steps on the stones has him holding out a hand to stop the stranger from coming any closer.

"I am fine," Jaskier manages to choke out between retches, "just--" retch-- "leave me be."

The stranger is silent for a moment and a long minute passes when nothing can be heard save for the omega's sickness. Then there are more footsteps behind him and a calloused pair of hands gently pull Jaskier's hair away from his face.

"You are not fine," the other man replies. His voice is a deep timbre, powerful but also soothing.

If Jaskier could sob and vomit at the same time, he would be doing that. This man cannot be here, he cannot see him like this. Yet despite every instinct telling his body to run before things get even worse, he is currently fixed to this flower pot until his business is concluded.

The stranger holds his hair until he is finished. His gloves are a lost cause; so Jaskier wipes his mouth on them and throws them into the flower pot for good measure, then stands on trembling legs. He's still shaking, but it appears that the worst of it has passed. The stranger steps back, giving him some space, but hovers nearby, hands aloft as if prepared to catch him should he stumble.

Jaskier takes a shaking step and nearly does, but stops himself just in time, holding out a trembling hand as the man flinches towards him. "I am fine," he repeats. "I just need to... sit down for a moment."

From this close, Jaskier is able to scent his companion on the air. Though he can’t make out the intricacies of his scent, the man appears to indeed be an alpha. Great. Just great.

He staggers towards a nearby stone bench and sits, curling into himself and placing his hands on his knees as he tries to slow his breathing. The stranger watches him for a moment, then grunts and walks away. At first Jaskier thinks that he may be rid of him, but he returns soon enough with an orange in his hand.

"Here," he says, offering the fruit to the omega. "To get rid of the taste."

Jaskier stares at him for a moment, then takes the orange. Hand still trembling, he digs his fingers into its thick skin, watching as it splits apart beneath them and juice drips onto the floor. Part of him wants to crush the fruit in his grip, just for the satisfaction of destroying something other than his reputation.

His companion says nothing and sits down next to him.

For a long while there's nothing but silence. Once Jaskier's breathing has finally slowed to a normal rate, he finishes peeling the orange and pops a slice into his mouth. He chews slowly, swallows, then lets out a sigh.

"I am not mad," he says at last.

"What?"

"I am not mad," Jaskier repeats. "I know that you must be thinking it after that display of hysterics and I just want you to know that I am not."

After a beat, the stranger replies, "You do not know what I am thinking."

Ha. Right. Even Jaskier's own family considered him mad.

A long moment of silence passes. Then Jaskier lifts his head, gaze pleading as he whispers, "please do not tell anyone. I promise you, I really am well, I was merely overcome by the excitement of the evening and--"

"It is all right," the alpha replies, holding up a hand. "I…understand. I will not tell anyone. You have my word."

It is only then that Jaskier finally takes a moment to really look at his companion. Amid the fog of his crying and hysterics he never realized just how handsome the man is. His skin is pale, his hair white like snow-- despite the fact that his face is young. He is older than Jaskier, but they are close enough in age that his hair should be decades from going gray. How strange. And his eyes-- his eyes are the most beautiful amber color, a shade that Jaskier has rarely seen on an alpha before.

And the man's expression is genuine. And kind. Jaskier wants to believe him, but he is entirely at this man's mercy. Not only has he born witness to one of the omega's fits, but the very fact that they are alone together-- if he were to even breathe a whisper to someone else, Jaskier would be ruined. Regardless if nothing untoward happened between them

"And what good is the word of a man whose name I do not even know?" Jaskier asks.

The corner of the alpha's mouth twitches, as if he's trying to suppress a smile. "My name is Geralt," he says.

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All those fics where Jaskier is sold to or given to the witchers via law of surprise is just our fandom's version of "my mom sold me to one direction" and I'm tired of pretending like it's not.

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