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OKAY, DANDY HAS BEEN REMADE. like this post and ill follow you from the new blog - i just want to keep things a little private for the time being, tumblr has been really stressful and i just want to limit this to folks i trust. this is open to folks who are already mutuals that ive spoken with ooc, basically.
OKAY, DANDY HAS BEEN REMADE. like this post and ill follow you from the new blog - i just want to keep things a little private for the time being, tumblr has been really stressful and i just want to limit this to folks i trust. this is open to folks who are already mutuals that ive spoken with ooc, basically.
OKAY, DANDY HAS BEEN REMADE. like this post and ill follow you from the new blog - i just want to keep things a little private for the time being, tumblr has been really stressful and i just want to limit this to folks i trust. this is open to folks who are already mutuals that ive spoken with ooc, basically.
OKAY, DANDY HAS BEEN REMADE. like this post and ill follow you from the new blog - i just want to keep things a little private for the time being, tumblr has been really stressful and i just want to limit this to folks i trust. this is open to folks who are already mutuals that ive spoken with ooc, basically.
OKAY, DANDY HAS BEEN REMADE. like this post and ill follow you from the new blog - i just want to keep things a little private for the time being, tumblr has been really stressful and i just want to limit this to folks i trust. this is open to folks who are already mutuals that ive spoken with ooc, basically.
okay just as a heads up, I will be moving and revamping dandy within the next week or so
Ares is still in the community as a predator. He has reported the last blog until it was taken down making the post unable to be reblogged.
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Content warning for: graphic depictions of rape, graphic depictions of incest, graphic written pedophilia, fetishization of nonconsent and age gaps and incestual relationships, and harassment.
YOU CAN FIND THE CALLOUT HERE.
hey there you cool cats and kittens, it’s dandelion here from the chameleon —
debating on whether or not i wanna revamp dandy and move him
ZAGUBIONYWILK :
>> ⚔️ << THE POUT THAT SITS ON THE WITCHER’S LIPS is one of playful ire as the lark giggles at him and his LACK of ability. he was good at a lot of things but feasts, banquet’s and dancing were all things he utterly failed in. the LAUGHTER however, the golden song that left the bard was . . something he MISSED. his joy and excitement to be here at all held a WARMTH within a cold chest. he found that he missed the gentle touches the lark provided when prying eyes were not ‘gainst them ; giving glance to the BRUSHING of dandelion’s leg from under the table. he SNORTS soft, stealing another glass of est est as it past them ; free hand resting ON dandelion’s leg as it hid under the table.
the wedding . . left a lot to be desired. in honesty he was INTERESTED in going, to actually get some enjoyment out of the last few years of ABSOLUTE disgust. in the end the lark and the wolf had STIFLED FUN in the loft of the barn ; silence was neither of their strong points in intimacy but they MADE DO. it was worth it.
dandelion’s words however CATCH HIM in a way that the bard only could ever manage. lips purse ‘fore his gaze finds him rather quickly. ❝ HEY NOW . . i didn’t say you had to go find a DIFFERENT partner. ❞ he grunts, nose scrunching up as he drowns the current drink he had in his grasp. he WASN’T happy ——– but in such a way where it wasn’t disastrous like it HAD BEEN in the past months.
much much less and THANKFUL to boot from the tailing lark ; both knew it. with a heavy sigh the glass is discarded on a SILVER PLATTER that walked past —- the wolf ignoring the startle the one holding it had ‘fore standing up as the music SLOWED. now or never.
❝ fine. you win ; get up so we can JOIN the floor . . ❞ he murmurs, looking him right in the eye. the slowed MUSIC was chosen on purpose ; he wouldn’t look too much a fool with it ———— his witcher training hadn’t GIVEN HIM the skills on his feet when it came to DANCE.
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖊𝖜 years had deprived him greatly in regard to affection. not so much in a PHYSICAL sense; in the five years geralt spent away, the bard certainly didn’t cut down on sex ( if anything, he had an unhealthy amount of it ― to the point that the line blurred in regard to how much he truly wanted it or not ... though he had no intention of revealing such to the witcher ) but his romantic life was SEVERELY lacking. his heart wilted like a flower in its loyalty, for there came no sunlight to feed it or rain to WATER it. it had been six years since he had been granted any sort of romantic tenderness from the only man he truly CRAVED it from, and he was even still recuperating from such a shortage.
that’s why he is so absolutely THRILLED to be here with geralt; he has missed the emotional closeness they had once maintained so well. it brings him a special WARMTH to see that little pout on his face once more. there is nothing more beautiful to him than to see his wolf smile, or wrinkle his nose or pout or even just quirk his lip. the hand on the bard’s leg, even, felt familiar and HOMELY. his witcher was so intricate and had so many subtleties ... dandelion is still discovering them all, even all this time later.
dandelion watches him RELENT over the rim of his glass, smiling softly to himself. he’s always had a way of getting what he wants, especially with geralt. fingers leave his glass in his spot as he raises, laughing softly at how utterly ENTHUSED the white wolf seemed to be to dance. truthfully, it’s very cute.
❝ what a GENTLEMAN after all, my white wolf is !! how charming. ❞ dandelion takes him by the hand, tugging him towards the the growing crowd pairing off to dance to a slower song played by a talented bard in the back.
❝ no more GRUMBLING. just one dance, and then you can do what you’d like. not TOO much to ask, right ?? ❞the half-elf’s hand drifts to cup geralt’s waist, the other taking his hand and twining their fingers. he guides the witcher’s free hand to his shoulder, practically beaming up at him for but a moment. ❝ ... there. just like that. just follow my lead, you’ll be FINE. ‘
ZAGUBIONYWILK :
>> ⚔️ << THE COLORS WEREN’T THAT BAD, them complimenting dandelion’s own CHOICE of attire for the afternoon ( gods this week would be the longest of his long life so far. ) and made the BARD rather happy. he’s happy enough as it is, seeing him enjoying himself after having been through MUCH LESS over the last year ——- the wolf brought this up as a hope that this might raise his spirits. he’d RATHER sit and drink and watch as dandelion played and INTERMINGLED with ladies and lords at these social events that he’d usually ZONE OUT within.
his focus on the others at the event had CAUGHT woman taking a glance toward his bard, his former ANNOYANCE in that having again given way to amusement. he snorts soft with dandelion’s response —— finding the girl again with a GLANCE to see her reaction. his amusement ENDS into pause when the bard speaks of dancing. oh no, that’s not GOING to happen.
❝ . . you ABSOLUTELY mean me, don’t you. dandelion you know i’m not that good at it. ❞ a partial lie ———- the LAST time he’d been dancing was the WEDDING shani had brought him to ( with dandelion in tow ) but even then it wasn’t . . really HIM dancing.
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 is worthy of a giggle on dandelion’s part, pausing only to sip at the wine in his glass. it’s nice to have this sort of interaction again. he had never realized just how much he had truly ENJOYED something as simple as talking about dancing, drinking in the wolf’s company and laughing at all the girls who thought they had a chance. it was ... almost COMFORTING. if they weren’t in public, if it wouldn’t have started a row, dandelion would have leaned into his shoulder. he settles for letting their legs brush under the table; minute affections, but enough to SATE him.
under different circumstances, maybe he wouldn’t be so opposed to letting geralt huddle in his corner while the lark leads on some poor girl on the dance floor. but its been a LONG few years for the both of them, and the last time they’d tried to dance it had been interrupted by a fucking ghost and shani, of all people. that wasn’t to say dandelion hadn’t had fun with him the barn loft LATER that evening, but he digressed.
❝ did you HONESTLY think i wasn’t going to want to dance with you ?? come now, geralt, your skill has nothing to do with it. ❞ he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. the bard shugs, making a point to smile at a DIFFERENT woman across the room. ❝ if you don’t want to that badly then i suppose i’ll find someone else, gods know i’ll have PLENTY of willing participants ... ❞
listen yall i get we’re all stuck inside during quarantine and that for 99% of us that’s Actual Hell but dont start throwing tantrums in peoples inboxes and / or start a stink on the dash bc youre bored or upset. youre not cute and you probably need to step away from tumblr for a while
ZAGUBIONYWILK :
>> ⚔️ << THE WOLF GRUMBLES SOFT AS HE SHIFTS UNCOMFORTABLY in the current attire he wore ; the doublet not giving him the MOVING room he’d like. his armor would have been more . . comforting but it wasn’t MATCHING for the current occasion. he’d let dandelion pick out the ATTIRE for once ( which . . hm ) as he shifted for the third time within FIVE MINUTES with a drink in hand.
❝ pretty sure that lady over there is EYEING you. ❞ he murmurs, giving the bard beside him a nudge with a smirk QUIRKING at his lips.
@jaskicr | hi bitch lets go to a banquet
𝖆𝖘 𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖆𝖘 geralt may hate it, social events like this are where dandelion has always thrived ― even as a child. dressing with ELOQUENCE, drinking wine, singing for patrons and partaking in conversations that will woo men and women alike to his charms ... it’s like a home away from HOME. he notices geralt shift in his seat for what must be the millionth time ( dandelion had begged to get him to wear that doublet ― a fine golden color that compliments dandelion’s own soft pink ) and SUBTLY shifts his eyes in response to the nudge.
❝ so she does ... she’s got good taste. ❞ the bard swirls the wine in his glass, passing a WINK the dame’s way and watching her light up like a candle in response. ❝ she’ll be disappointed to know i’ve already got a DANCE PARTNER. ❞
ZAGUBIONYWILK :
>> ⚔️ << HE LOVED HIM, always has ( more or less, depended on how long ALWAYS constitutes as ) as amber hues sit on the back of his head. he hasn’t felt this unsure in awhile, the both of them on EGGSHELLS while trying to restore and resume a relationship that had been ROCKY and near non - existent for the last year to five. both of them were working on doing better . . geralt in his own way MORE SO than dandelion ; but in context . . he had MORE to fix.
GERALT PAUSES IN REMOVING THE REST OF HIS ARMOR and clothing when dandelion looked at him the way he did. eyes squint, KNOWING just by the look that he messed up big time. there’s TIMES he forget that dandelion isn’t like the brothers of his school or . . well . . anyone else he’s CLOSE TO ( though those he’s close to nowadays has grown smaller for quite a few reasons ).
his gaze flicks off to the side. his OWN body language speaks an apology that’s non verbal ; the wolf REMOVING the rest of what was on his upper body. he doesn’t move to remove the bottom half —- still unsure if dandelion would JOIN HIM or not. if he declined he’d put his ATTIRE back on and then leave with him.
he deserved some SEMBLANCE of anger thrown his way after all he pressed ‘pon the lark in the past year. this was . . odd for sure but he WAS TRYING.
❝ you won’t. ❞ he promises, tone FULL of relief as he gets off his boots and then off came his pants with a ODD movement — almost falling over in the process. he catches himself —- and again gives a CAUTIOUS glance to note if anyone else was around —- yet snorting SOFT ‘fore taking steps into the lake himself, looking back to the songster as he COMPLAINS.
❝ you’ll warm up when you GET IN and move . . come on, bard. get in. ❞ he hums, looking rather RELAXED as he gestures him forth to come join him IN the water.
𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖚𝖈𝖐 his clothes off nearly as fast as geralt, taking his time with them in hopes of PRESERVING them somewhat. as he strips, he lays his sodden garments upon one of the flatter rocks by the bank in hopes that the sun will dry them. he tosses his hat haphazardly beside his clothes and drops his boots not far away. even the way he undresses is meticulous and methodical; PECULIAR that he and the witcher are even so different in such a mundane sense.
they haven’t done something like THIS in ... dandelion doesn’t even want to think about how long ago it was. the reality of it was that they, as an item, had been nonexistent across the past six years. five of them, dandelion had spent ALONE, and for the sixth, he was alone in the only company he truly cared for. it’s hard not to hold a GRUDGE about that; wasted time. that’s all it was, and it feels so SILLY when the bard holds it in that light. he knows he misses what they used to be ― light-hearted and adoring in every sense. the bitterness in him reminds with no air of gentleness that this aspect of them is all but DEAD.
he knows that geralt is trying. that doesn’t make it any EASIER, but it’s a small comfort. if nothing else, his wolf is uncomfortable enough with the strangers they have become that he wants to CHANGE. dandelion can’t fault him for that. he can tell the slight sheepishness in his movements, indicative of his REMORSE.
turning his gaze to the water and the witcher within it, he can’t help but soften ever so softly. it’s nice, to see him relaxed ... the lark had almost FORGOTTEN what it looked like. once more he hops down the bank and into the water, with a great deal more grace than the first time. he all but whines at the cold sensation of the water against his skin, wading closer to his witcher for his BODY WARMTH if nothing else.
❝ if only you’d shoved me in a hot spring. i’d have no complaint. ❞ he teases softly, perhaps the touch of a SMILE tugging at soft lips. his hand dips under the water, raising to aim a gentle splash in geralt’s direction. perhaps the most playful he’s been in a while. ❝ this will have to do, hm ?? ❞
ZAGUBIONYWILK :
>> ⚔️ << HE ISN’T HAPPY AND HE’S SURE HIS LARK KNOWS IT. he told him to stay but what does he do ?? the EXACT opposite ———– and even when he doesn’t follow his WISHES he gets in the way. he breathes out a heavy breath, too tired right now though to get too mad at him over it. at least he lived, at least he was fine and NOW out of harms way with his wound being wrapped ; priority number one now. they WERE going to move on after this but now they had to BACKTRACK a day to get him some MEDICAL CARE.
❝ ITS NOT. it just missed an artery. just. don’t down - play this, dandelion. worse or not its . . ❞ he trails off, a sigh HEAVY on his bones as he gently grips the bard’s wrist unintentionally to STILL shaking hands ; damn.
𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊, 𝖍𝖊 can’t quite fault geralt for being upset with him. it had been dandelion’s INSISTENCE to accompany him, to follow him to the very ends of this earth regardless of what dangers he might face in the process. once upon a time, he would have stayed in NOVIGRAD and left the wolf to his witchering ― but times had changed. over the years, he’s come to recognize the pattern: when dandelion hides, someone doesn’t COME BACK. last time it had almost been geralt he’d lost, rotting in a hut in the middle of that fucking bog with no one to mourn him but the BARD he’d left behind.
it drives him insane, the fear. the ANXIETY. he hadn’t been there the first time ― maybe it would be different if he had been.
❝ geralt ― GERALT, i’m okay. i .. i’m sorry. ❞ guilt tinges his voice, laced with fatigue and pain. its usual rhythm and melodious nature is LOST, for the moment. his hand, though trembling and blood-stained, reaches for geralt’s ‘pon his wrist. ❝ i didn’t .. i didn’t mean to. i-i’m SORRY. ❞
lowkey can’t decide if I want modern dandy to be from france or italy ,, hm
ZAGUBIONYWILK :
>> ⚔️ << HE’S UPSET, THAT MUCH WAS OBVIOUS. he expected him to be cross but not this UPSET over the ordeal ; it had been an impulsive push, not really thinking deep about it. a low hum left the wolf as he gives GLANCE to the lute in his hand that he had gotten dandelion to give him BEFORE he pushed the half - elf within the waters to his side. the more dandelion complained the less he found this FUN . . and the fact he had to make it UP TO HIM somehow. perhaps . . hm . .
THE MUTTERING WAS HEARD BY SHARP EARS, the grin that was formerly on the wolf’s face fell into an ADORING look as he watches him get up out of the water.
he watches him RETURN to the bank and toward the saddlebags at roach’s side ——— the outfit that was soaked head to toe was a rather EXPENSIVE ONE if he recalled right ; which likely only added to the lark’s DISPLEASURE. he gives a glance ‘round the space they FOUND themselves to where the PATH was then back to the lake.
why not.
he hums, beginning to undo latches on his armor to get it UNDONE to remove the pieces ‘fore PULLING it up and off his head. ❝ don’t get changed yet. just remove what you have on. ❞ he murmurs, the WORDS he spoke a SUGGESTION ; a hopeful one ———- he hopes that even in his annoyed state that the bard would recognize what he was up to to JOIN him.
𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 is not immune to childish acts like this, despite his CALLOUS nature. when they had first met, dandelion had thought otherwise ― but it was very evident to the bard that this is merely the way his witcher interacts with those close to him. playful teasing and light-hearted pranks made up the BULK of his relationship with his guild brothers, even with his daughter on occasion. if he can garner nothing else from this experience, it’s that geralt loves him enough to push him into a lake.
granted, that’s not all together comforting for OBVIOUS reasons. but it’s something, and as much as it hurts him to admit, he’ll take what he can get. he had taken what they had for granted for LONG ENOUGH.
he pauses in his attempt to unbuckle the saddlebags that have his clothes, turning his head to glance almost incredulously back at his wolf. he’s already pissed about being wet, so he suggests to get back IN ?? it’s a strange turn in logic, especially seeing as the main road is only right next to the pond. they would be subject to whoever passed by and all of their SCRUTINY. despite how illogical it seems to him, despite his aversion to water ... there’s something about geralt’s TONE. the way he speaks, how softly he looks and talks. dandelion has never been able to deny that side of him anything.
❝ ... FINE. but if i get dunked or shoved again ... ❞ it’s uttered as a warning, even as he begins to peel the sodden layers of cloth off his pale skin. he has hardly any shame in regard to his body, apart from some scarring that he rarely speaks of anyway. ❝ ugh. it’s COLD ... ❞
