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anastasiaf-05

#fucking hell henry 👅👀😍#henry cavill #in the grey

elandra-beltharys

⊱ There you are... I've been waiting. ⊰

#astarion #bg3

theevilresidentsinbg3

the spectrum of men I am attracted to is this

Funny twink Scary beefy guy

#same #i love astarion but also big buff halsin #i love flamboyent jaskier but also buff geralt

aidanturner

The New Yorker, June 1, 2026:

"Aidan Turner Can’t Stop Smoldering

The actor discusses toxic masculinity on the second season of 'Rivals' and a new adaptation of 'Les Liaisons Dangereuses.'"

Photo: Photography by Pip

#aidan turner

litsenn

"I was hoping for a show."

#astarion #bg3

thedemonofcat

Right now, Jaskier is getting sick and tired of Geralt denying that he has feelings.

Geralt, who always acts like he doesn’t care about Jaskier, doesn’t love the delightful bard.

So Jaskier comes up with a bit of a brilliant, and a bit reckless plan.

Jaskier gets cursed on purpose to get true love's kiss from Geralt

#jaskier would do that #the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geraskier

micdixart

Dont worry guys its just his revenge body

#love micdixart's witcher comics #the art style is perfect #the witcher #jaskier #geralt of rivia

aidanturner

New photo! 🎉 Backstage fun 🥳

Photo source: National Theatre, IG

#he has such a happy smile #aidan turner

litsenn

"The pleasure is all mine. Sweet dreams."

Bite Night 🩸💚

Geralt's relationship with Jaskier can almost be traced through the names he gives him.

At first, he's simply the bard—a title, not a person. No names. No attachments.

Then, somewhere along the road, he becomes Jaskier. Geralt might grumble about it, but the truth is harder to ignore: he likes the bard.

And eventually, without ever noticing exactly when it happened, Geralt catches himself thinking of him as my bard.

Not the bard.

My bard.

#the witcher #geralt of rivia #geraskier #jaskier

Imagine a tiny, fairy Jaskier who strikes seductive poses for Geralt's attention.

Geralt turned at the sound of a delicate cough.

Perched atop the table was the fae, Jaskier, striking what he clearly believed to be a devastatingly seductive pose. One hand rested beneath his chin, wings fluttering lazily behind him.

A second later, he shifted into another pose.

Then another.

Geralt pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You know,” he said, with the patience of a man nearing his limit, “you can just leave.”

“I could,” Jaskier replied brightly.

The fae shimmered, magic rippling through the room as he expanded from a creature barely three apples tall into a full-grown man sprawled across Geralt’s chair like royalty in exile.

“But what fun would that be?”

Geralt folded his arms. “You’re the one who got caught sneaking into my camp.”

“You trapped me in a jar,” Jaskier corrected, scandalized. “A jar, Geralt.”

“I said I was sorry.”

Jaskier laughed then — light and chiming, like bells caught in a summer breeze.

“Mm. Too late.” He grinned, sharp-eyed and entirely too pleased with himself. “I’ve decided I’m your problem now.”

#i love this!!#reminds me of my fairy jaskier fic #the witcher #geralt of rivia #geraskier #jaskier