#hollowedpie

[songbard]

But the tale of two J.askiers is one brought up by MAGIC. No one knows how it happened or if it’s a curse or a gift but the two bards now have someone brilliantly fun to talk to and an easy alibi creator when they need to get out of trouble. Not to mention Gera.lt gets to deal with two of them now and they can harmonize together. Wow. Amazing. Stupendous.

[witcherpathmoved]

Jaskier: Hey do you think I could fit fifteen marshmallows into my mouth?

Geralt: You’re a hazard to society.

Sera: And a coward. Do twenty.

[zagubionywilk]

@hollowedpie​  --   ' stop looking at me with those big ole eyes '

                                                  𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆   ♡  

               >> ⚔️ <<               ❝          ALL I WANT    is for you to come to bed   -------   keeping the candle lit and   writing   isn’t going to lull you to sleep.   i’ll use my   EYES   if i must to drag you here.   come.        ❞                

[twicexbladedarchived]

                                                 GERASKIER PLAYLIST

                                              special present for @hollowedpie                                            image credit.          /          listen here.

01. show me love --- robin schulz     //     02. happier --- marshmello feat. bastille     //     03. never gonna leave this bed --- maroon 5     //     04. complicated .--- avril lavigne     //     05. the one that got away --- katy perry     //     06. give your heart a break --- demi lovato     //     07. never enough --- loren allred     //     08. rewrite the stars --- zac efron & zendaya     //     09. war of hearts --- ruelle     //     10. say you won’t let go --- james arthur     //     11. still falling for you --- elle goulding     //     12. thinking out loud --- ed sheeran     //     13. lost on you --- lp     //     14. love someone --- lukas graham     //     15. iris --- goo goo dolls     //     16. i get to love you --- ruelle     //     17. rolling in the deep --- adele     //     18. we don’t talk anymore --- charlie puth feat. selena gomez     //     19. daylight --- maroon 5     //     20. how --- maroon 5     //     21. mirrors --- justin timberlake     //     22. halo --- beyonce     //     23. a thousand years --- christina perri     //     24. when i was your man --- bruno mars

[emanatingauthority]

I’m about to post a huge meta post - mostly because the discord chat reminding me of some stuff - and like, I want to be clear: Ferrant is not evil. He is truly amoral and neutral. He does what he’s told, good, bad, or ugly.

[thefamouswhitewolf]

‘You nearly died’ kiss

“You..you..monstrous...lying...vicious...conniving...CAD!”

Geralt stood straight-faced in the middle of the brook, his clothes soaked through and his hair dripping rivulets from every piece not touching fabric. He held his sword in his hand and held the hair of a harpy in the other, the head still resting in the frigid water. He’d seen enough of Jaskier’s explosions to understand that all the bard needed, was a moment.

“Two days, Geralt!” Jaskier screeched, thumping over to the edge of the water and kicking some toward the Witcher. “Two fucking days of ‘Oh, where’s Geralt? Oh he’ll be fine, he always is. Wait, it’s been two days and nothing? Not a whisper or a scrap of him? Wasn’t he hunting a GODS-BE-DAMNED HARPY?!’”

Geralt shrugged and continued fishing himself out of the water, slapping the harpy’s head down in the reeds and starting to undress because he was cold.

Jaskier took that opportunity to grab a fistful of Geralt’s shirtfront and haul him closer, the Witcher allowing it because Jaskier was very attractive when there was fire in his eyes. He smirked before getting snogged rather hard, growling as their teeth clacked together. He didn’t lift a hand to touch Jaskier because he was still dripping, but he kissed back to let Jaskier know he was appreciative.

“You nearly died,”Jaskier whimpered, brushing Geralt’s soaked hair away from his face. “Or at least I thought you did. Please be kinder to my heart strings, Sir Witcher.”

Geralt snorted. “I’ll try.”

[seaprofound]

「 ♆ 」 —

              Poseida had been informally studying him for some time now. She had heard rumors — whispers — in the marketplace, in the woods of a pretty bard traveling with a witcher. The witcher’s heroic feats sounded impressive — there was no doubt about that — but there was just something about his whimsical companion that intrigued her…

              Her ears picked up the sweet sound of a man singing from above the waters and, like a sailor entrapped by a siren’s song, she swam up to the surface in search of that beautiful voice. His honeyed tongue seemed to her as if gifted by the Gods, themselves—how else could she explain the nectar in his words, the ambrosia in his song? The louder his voice became, the faster she swam — so fast, she was like a blur above the waves. In no time, she found him—her mysterious angel of music.

              She lifted her upper body up and rested her arms on one of the sides of his rowboat. Her long hair clung to her bare breasts — fiery locks that outshine the sun when basked in its light, fiery locks as untamed as the sea, itself. Her fishtail sliced through the water, creating white in the royal blue; her opalescent scales shimmered underneath the light of the full moon, a swirling canvas of shifting hues.

              Poseida gazed at him for a moment, her rose red lips curving into a teasing smile. ❝ The rumors failed to do you justice, little bard. ❞

                            —「 @hollowedpie gets a random starter. 💕」

[epicballads]

Bound by Stupidity

@hollowedpie​

     Jaskier had lost consciousness and woke to the sound of rapid footsteps. In the empty, dark room he was in, they sounded like they were coming from everywhere at the same time when really, they came from the long hallway outside.      The room was damp and the air had a taste to it. It was moss and dirt that he could feel settle on his tongue every time he breathed. Had breathing not been as important as it was, he would have stopped it only to get the taste out of his mouth.      His hands were tied behind his back. The thick rope, partially stained with blood, was cutting into his skin, scratching it raw. It felt like an open wound someone was pressing down on.      Amazingly, none of those things were his biggest problems.      Three men had kidnapped him. Jaskier couldn’t tell how long ago it had been now but it had been too long. He had been dragged through shallow mountains, through a forest, and across a river, until they finally settled in a place Jaskier called the house of horrors.      The men had, somehow, found out his real name and, through wild and wildly inaccurate deduction, come to the conclusion there was money to be made with his life and a clever trade. Jaskier, keen on staying alive since it had been going well so far despite minor hiccups like this, had leaned into confirming their assumptions as much as he could, reassuring them that his family would pay handsomely for him. He knew they wouldn’t, and in the end, they didn’t. He had bought as much time as he possibly could in hopes his brother would come to help him.      Jaskier doubted the men even knew he had an identical twin brother.      Julian and Julyan had managed to find each other again and again after short times of separate travels. That was because they had a system on how to find each other, that had not failed them once. Now, it obviously had, because Jaskier couldn’t appear at any meeting spots, being as kidnapped as he was.       Being kidnapped had been undoubtedly bad enough but it had gotten worse about half ten minutes ago when Jaskier’s family had responded to inquiries for money to get their son back. They didn’t want him. Ever since he and his brother had fled their home to live their lives free and to their own design, they had not cared for them.      Mad and angered about all the effort they had had with him without any kind of reward awaiting, the men had started beating him. Now that nobody was going to pay for his freedom, he had significantly less value to them.      Jaskier was sure they were about to kill him when he had lost consciousness. He must have screamed, too, even though he couldn’t remember, because his throat felt raw. So did his entire face. His chest hurt enough, he almost thought that not breathing might prove to be more comfortable after all. He coughed blood onto the dark, dirty floor, his ears ringing.      The steps became more urgent, almost frantic. They were playing the quick and erratic song of a person running without knowing where they were running to.      Jaskier opened his eyes, slowly. One of them, he could barely see out of but there wasn’t much to see either way. A dark, small room with windowless walls that barely went up high enough for a man to stand upright beneath the ceiling. Nature had started reclaiming the space with small, green roots creeping through holes and crevices in the stone. The floor was exceptionally dirty, stains of blood looking almost black on it in the darkness surrounding him. In a corner of the room, dirt was piled up high, making it look like it had developed a life ot its own, trying to climb the walls.      Jaskier remembered the thought he was going to die in this place, this room specifically. A sad end in a sad place for a person who aspired to much more than this. There was nothing poetic or heroic about dying in this place for nothing but the greed of vicious men.      He remembered the thought and, finally, he realized he was alone when he hadn’t been before. The three men — all of them at once — had left him alone. He tried to listen for them but all he could hear were the same footsteps he kept hearing since he woke up. What direction they were going, Jaskier couldn’t tell, until the door to his cell swung open.      It was a heavy monstrosity of a door but it hadn’t been locked. It swung open forcefully, screaming alarm in its hinges. Jaskier’s heart clenched, fear freezing him into immobility for a moment as it spread like ice through his veins.     There was light out in the hallway, illuminating the figure in the door from behind. That made it impossible for Jaskier to tell who it was. Blinded, he started to try and slide himself backward and away from the door only to find that not two inches behind him, was a wall he was soon leaning back against.      His breath was heavy and raspy, the distinct taste of metal on his tongue as he tried to recognize the man in the door.      “We can —” Jaskier’s throat felt like it was on fire. He felt, uncomfortably, every muscle that he had to move for sound to form. “Here I thought you’d forgotten all about me.”