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25 year old Genderfluid Trans masc, if you want to read my work (fanfics) then my AO3 is Ammarettu.

[finnslay]

things you DO NOT need to be a man

a dick

he/him pronouns

XY chromosomes

things you DO need to be a man

the swiftness of a coursing river

the force of a great typhoon

the strength of a raging fire

the mysteriousness of the dark side of the moon

^this post was brought to you by LGBT^

Let's

Get down to

Business

To defeat the huns

[enraged-chihuahua]

ur first and last recent emojis are ur gender now. mine is 🅱👨‍❤‍💋‍👨

[medianox-astrum]

[eclipxium]

[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

pokèmonize yourself!!!!

spin this wheel to see your pokemon type

spin this one to see how you'll look like

how did it go!!!

literally dream scenario

it's good!

i can live with that

could be better

hate. let me tell you how much i've come to hate this since i began to live.

Voting ended onFeb 18, 2025

[titimylove]

fire-ghost fox. baller. i'll curse your bloodline and sleep with your wife and your husband.

[abirbable]

Flying-water jellyfish! I can get with that :3

[kitcatling]

👆👆👆

Same thing somehow!

[shofarsogood]

Grass cetacean. How did a whale or a dolphin evolve on land?

[prof-grace-aspen]

Bug gorilla. Hmm, a chitonous gorilla would be pretty bad ass.

[artistsfuneral]

............. bug rock jellyfish .....................

[ammarettu]

Part two of a previous post,

Part one

Writing prompt: Curse breaking, true hate's kiss. It's been two weeks since that horrible wretch of a mage falsely seduced him. Wandering

Part 2 below the cut.

It takes all of ten minutes to figure out what exactly Jaskier needs to break the curse. Geralt, using his excellent detective skills (going through the alphabet letter by letter) eventually spells out the word.

He first attempts to hand Jaskier a journal to write in, but the bard glares at him fiercely and pointedly shows him that he can not write and, therefore, Geralt's first idea is useless. So plan B it is.

By the time Geralt has H A T written on the page he is pretty sure he can guess where this is going, but hopes he's wrong. Discomfort twists in his chest as he continues, "A?"

A shake of the head no. "B?" No. "C?" No. "D?" No. "E?"

Jaskier stares straight ahead but doesn't shake his head. Geralt swallows hard around the rising lump in his throat, licks his lips, "A kiss of... hate?" The last word is whispered, broken and fragile and raw. Geralt feels like a lamb being led to the slaughter, and when Jaskier nods his confirmation he has to close his eyes against the force of the feeling that rises in his chest - shame filled and breaking.

Of course Jaskier hates him now. How could he not after everything Geralt had said to him? Everything he had blamed him for? He thought that perhaps he could come into the woods, hide away until the bard would be willing to hear his apology, dreaded thinking that he'd left him hurt. He didn't dare to imagine that the easy comradery the man seemed to feel for him would fall so far as to be hatred.

What a fool Geralt was.

He nods, resolves himself to helping him despite this new development, "Is there... someone else, maybe?"

Someone Jaskier hates more than Geralt. It isn't likely, if he was the first person that came to the bards mind when he was cursed. Oh, but Geralt can hope. Maybe if there's someone he hates just a little bit more Geralt might yet have a chance at redemption, a chance to earn his way back into being called a friend by the only person on the continent who had ever dared to address him as such.

-

Geralt doesn't even dispute the fact that he hates Jaskier now. He'd laugh if it didn't make him feel so hollowed out and helpless, that his most dear friend in the entire world wouldn't even attempt to deny the allegation of hatred for the bard.

He sniffles and holds up two fingers in a V. Geralt's head tilts to the side, "Two?" Jaskier huffs, shakes his head and traces the shape with his forefinger. "V?" A nod. Geralt pauses to think.

"Valdo?"

Jaskier blinks at him, surprised he remembers, and nods again. Geralt hums, settles down on the moss of the forest floor with his back propped up against the log Jaskier sits on, "Know where he is?"

He has some idea, he could guess where he might be. He'll be easy enough to find, Jaskier will just follow the rumors about a warbling asshole whose high notes crack at barely a C and who dresses like a 1st century Duke threw up on him.

He's not entirely sure how it happens, he makes to leave Geralt less than an hour later but the Witcher tells him the woods aren't safe after dark and pulls a second bedroll from Roach's bags to lay near the fire. They sleep in silence, and Geralt accompanies him the following morning...

And the morning after...

And the one after that.

So, he's acquired a Witcher companion again. They don't talk about it, he couldn't even if he wanted to, which is getting more and more frustrating the longer Geralt stays silent because Jaskier detests silence and he detests that Geralt hates him but won't leave him to his misery - detests the fucking mage who cursed him, nasty little cu-

So, he's still quite upset. And confused. And sore. But Geralt is walking next to him, not riding Roach, and Jaskier is confused and tired and so fucking done with all of this. He wants to cry, or scream.

He wants, above it all, to ask Geralt why. Why is he travelling with him? Why doesn't he tell Jaskier to fuck off again?

Why does he hate him?

Except, he knows the answer to the last one, doesn't he? Knows that he's never been anything but a nuisance. Knows the Witcher has been trying to get rid of him for years. He's loud and annoying and weak. He was never good enough, not for his parents, not for his lovers, and not for Geralt.

At least he's got the message through his thick skull now, he thinks rather bitterly.

It takes another week to track Valdo to the courts of Cidaris. A week spent in silence at his dearest friend's side. He relishes the time. Soaks in the company that he is certain will end the moment his curse is broken. He wishes he had more time, just another day or two to fall asleep next to a warm fire and a warmer Witcher. He'll miss this when it's gone again, for good this time.

Valdo is playing in some nobles estate that Jaskier doesn't care in the least to learn the name of. If they've hired Valdo then they have shit taste and wouldn't be worthy of the paper Jaskier uses to wipe his ass, so, really, there's no point in learning their names.

Then there's the matter of actually getting into the estate, which is holding an event of some kind full of people dressed in fine silks that Jaskier could drool over if given the chance. Turns out he doesn't need fret that particular matter, as a guest dressed in all gold silks with darker gold floral patterns on the doublet and breeches recognizes Geralt.

"The White Wolf!" The man cries, ecstatic, interrupting the doorman telling Jaskier and Geralt they aren't invited and can't come in, "And his bard! What an honour! Please, gentlemen, with me!"

They're subjected to the man's ramblings for close to 45 minutes, but Jaskier can't complain. Literally, is not physically capable. He stands and listens to the man rant and rave about Jaskier's songs and how he's always dreamed of seeing the White Wolf in action. Always being relative, those songs have only been popular for 10 years now. And Geralt says Jaskier is the one prone to dramatics.

Then Jaskier spots Valdo, eyes drawn by the distinct nasally quality of his singing voice, with his stupid wavy blond hair and curled mustache and trimmed goatee. He's lucky he doesn't inspire vomit with his looks, only his music.

Jaskier peels off from Geralt, slips around the room with ease, up to the stage where Valdo is mid-song. He elects to ignore this, he's tired of waiting to be able to speak again, and climbs up onto the platform. Valdo spots him, obviously, Jaskier isn't exactly trying to he subtle, and glares. His note flaters, the amateur, but Jaskier isn't deterred.

Much like with Geralt, Jaskier approaches with purpose, grabs Valdo by the doublet, "What the fu-" and kisses him.

Again, consent is important, but Jaskier is fucking sick of this. Valdo shoves him away, cheeks flushed bright red, the crowd is a myriad of mixed gasps and scandalized noises.

"I have to shut you up somehow, else you'll break all the glass in the county with that shrieking you call singing."

"What the fuck?" Valdo demands. Jaskier licks his lips, takes a breath,

The crowd laughs, Valdo fumes, but Jaskier is cured. He grins, pleased to be free, until he remembers what that means for his travelling companion, and his stomach drops out from under him.

Fuck.

[naoki-arts]

For those of you interested, I run a writing blog now!

[hellsbaby-deactivated20251129]

do you wanna hang out tonight my curse was finally lifted

[naoki-arts]

The Captain is almost 5 years old now. How the time flies.

[naoki-arts]

My (Durge) Druid - Willow.

[fullofbugs84uy894ujui9]

reminder that this blog, while not politically focused, supports BLM. bootlickers and racists aren’t welcome here, and never will be.

[naoki-arts]

My sweet idiot Captain Jack, all you have to do is look at him and he starts purring like a lawn mower. He is in love with snow, but doesnt like it on his little toe beans, he likes biting ankles and toes, and he doesnt understand the concept of sniff, there is only bop the snoot into what is being presented. He is my perfect boy, 7 months old.

[linda-belcher]

This is the Dog of Protection.

Reblog and you’ll never be forced to reblog anything you don’t want to ever again!

[enterheavenalive]

FINALLY

[chivalfairy]

its so sad that radfem just means transphobe and not like. this

[rubykgrant]

I have to double-check every blog name with “rad” or “radical”, and I HATE IT, because rad/radical were some of my favorite words! people who don’t respect trans men/women aren’t radical, they’re tragical!!!

[chivalfairy]

YOU ARE SO RIGHT HOMIE we gotta reclaim rad and radical as phrases only trans people can use forever now

[darksteel-relic]

[naoki-arts]

Mine and my gf's new kittens. Both 8 months old, Pokey is orange, Ash is black.

[deafgaming]

Dealing with abled-bodied people like

[Image Description: reddit post from r/NoStupidQuestions. Text reads, “How do I communicate with blind people? Like obviously there’s Braille but is there some form of clicking I can do with my tongue to simulate Braille verbally? Edit: Never mind you can just talk to them”]

[zepeli]

Poughkeepsie, 3/9/2019

[guldendays]

1st Letter Of My Name : 2nd Letter Of My Name : 1st Letter Of My Moms Name : 2nd Letter Of My Moms Name : 1st Letter Of My Dads Name : 2nd Letter Of My Dads Name : My Child’s Name Would Be ?

[actioninspire-moved]

is this how rich white americans name their kids?

[xmagnet-o]

Alfred

Lmaoooo that’s definitely a white rich fuck’s name

[zusharouge]

Savial. I wasn’t planning on having kids but now…

[agaet1blodhren]

Evlibr

[naoki-arts]

Malilo not too bad.

[naoki-arts]

Created for an art game on a discord server. Very fun!

[naoki-arts]

My gift for @all-time-rper  for the @bnhagensecretsanta sorry it took so long SAI was being mean to me! Anyways I hope you like it!

prompt was Todoroki family