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i am one chapter away from completing the first draft of my accidental warlord!jaskier fic blood and whiskey! its already over 40k words and i expect to double that in version 2 so its a big boy! i'm so excited, so yeah if anybody's been following along for *checks notes* nearly two years...woof...time to get hyped for later this year! 

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✨2025 ROUNDUP✨

⭐ CRITICAL ROLE ⭐

whistle sweetly • caleb x essek • series •

the courting practices of the kryn dynasty

long may they reign • caleb x essek // caleb x essek x molly // caleb x molly // kingsley x caleb x essek // molly x essek • series •

A collection of tumblr prompts that I have completed...compiled here mostly so I don't have think of individual titles for them all.

⭐ STAR WARS ⭐

let's do the time warp again • quinlan x obi-wan • multi-chap

Obi-Wan closes his eyes on the Death Star. Obi-Wan opens his eyes on a Nubian Cruiser.

(I will wait) and hope • quinlan x obi-wan • series •

my entries for the Established QuinObi Bingo

you're my only hope • quinlan x obi-wan • series •

a prompt collection for quinobi

⭐ THE WITCHER ⭐

what's new pussycat • lambert x aiden // lambert x aiden x jaskier • series •

a prompt collection for lambert/aiden or lambert/aiden/jaskier

⭐ CASTLEVANIA NOCTURNE⭐

truth at the end • olrox x mizrak • one-shot •

“You’ve seen the devil then? Waiting for me?” a character study of mizrak in season 2 episode 8

⭐ ARCANE ⭐

jayvik modern au drabble

vanco pre-canon drabble

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lambert/aiden/jaskier for Mabon as part of @witcherwheeloftheyear Mabon harvesting - circles - scythe - pancake blessing - cutting - gratitude (ao3)

The - literal - Cat-call from over by the field boundary wall wasn’t unexpected. 

Lambert had heard the approach of a certain Witcher coming for a while now. If Aiden hadn’t wanted him to know of his approach, Lambert wouldn’t have had a damn clue until the Cat had scared the ever loving shit out of him by appearing at his elbow with an inane remark and a smug smirk as Lambert leapt ten feet in the air with a volley of curses. Clearly Aiden was feeling a bit lazy in the Autumn heat, enjoying a leisurely stroll whilst searing his gaze across Lambert’s already sun-baked back, he’d discarded his shirt and leathers halfway through the field when farming had proved to be a touch more labour-intensive than handling the average monster nest.  

“Looking good, Lamb,” Aiden teased with a level of salaciousness not usually heard outside a brothel. Lambert snorted and kept swinging the scythe in the mediative motions through the wheat. He was almost finished, and he’d be damned if he was going to let the Cat distract him now. 

He heard Aiden sigh softly, a put on wistful swooning sound as he settled against the wall, leathers creaking in a way that told Lambert they’d be recently replaced. That got Lambert’s attention, and he scowled over his shoulder. Aiden had the good sense to look mildly sheepish as Lambert eyed the shiny new leathers deliberately. He could still smell the damn dye on the breeze that’s how new they were, the rich royal blue was a little too eye catching for the usual Witcher get up, but Aiden favoured it, and it was one of the few indulgences that the Cat Witcher allowed himself.

“What caught you?” Lambert demanded. Thankfully, Aiden didn’t bother to lie or pretend some measure of ignorance or innocence about the matter. They’d played that particular game a few times in the past, and all it did was lead to them both being miserable and someone storming off for weeks at a time. Usually Lambert. Neither one of them really wanted to waste the limited time the seasons offered them to be together now-a-days, more so now they’d coaxed a particular song bird into their bed. 

“A Werewolf, mated pair. The village hadn’t mentioned the second one, probably didn’t know about her and I should have done a bit more investigating, but it had appeared simple enough,” Aiden shrugged with a slight wince, already anticipating the lecture and bracing himself for the volley of curses and chastising that would come. 

Lambert did not disappoint, they were barely a year out of the attempt on Aiden’s life by his own kin and Lambert was still twitchy about every scrape and bruise his partner suffered, “It’s never simple Aiden, you fucking know that, if it looks simple-”

“Yes, yes, it’s a fucking trap,” Aiden finished with a gruff impersonation of Lambert’s own voice, a touch too deep but otherwise unnervingly accurate. “I was eager to get it done, a simple mistake.” 

Lambert finished the final swing with a touch more violence behind it, “I’d rather not lose you to a ‘simple mistake’.”

Aiden’s smile softened just a little, “You won’t Wolf, I’m tougher than that, we should be more concerned by our little Sandpiper, speaking of which…?” Aiden left the question unsaid and Lambert glared at him for a moment, his unsubtle attempt to change the subject had been noted, and they would be swinging back around to Aiden’s recent brush with Death soon enough. 

“Tavern, earning some coin,” Lambert jerked his head to the Inn just on the edge of the widow’s land. The building looked like a dark mushroom with its large second floor overhanging the first, not the most inviting space, but there was the soft lilt of Jaskier’s singing echoing out of the open shutters transforming the sullen and shadowy tavern into something a touch friendlier.

Aiden’s head tilted to the side as he focused on picking up the tell-tale tune from a distance, Lambert knew the moment he caught it when his face softened and his lips twitched towards a smile. He listened for a moment before turning his attention back on Lambert.  

“And here you are farming?” Aiden’s eyebrow cocked upwards.

“Old lady’s newly widowed from the winter, asked for a hand bringing in the harvest,” Lambert shrugged it off, feeling the heat of his cheeks change from a summer burn to embarrassment at having, yet again, been caught doing something either of his lover’s considered noble.

Aiden’s one remaining eye twinkled, “Ah…and I suppose none of the local lads were able to help?”

Lambert groaned as he brought the last of the wheat to the pile near Aiden’s knowing gaze, “Not enough coin in it for them.”

“My sweet soft-hearted wolf,” Aiden mumbled sappily as he lent against the stones, chin in hand. 

“Shut it,” Lambert grumbled, moving close enough to get a well deserved and long overdue reunion kiss. They rarely separated these days, but the draw of more than a couple of contracts had split their paths for a handful of weeks. Lambert lingered in the surprisingly chaste kiss, long enough that when they parted, Aiden’s breaths came a little harder. Aiden nuzzled their noses together, chasing an additional kiss before Lambert left a quick peck on his fellow Witcher’s nose and moved away to finish his work, content that he’d riled Aiden up enough to lead to an interesting night. 

“Sap,” Aiden teased, hopping the wall with his usual grace and setting himself to the task of helping Lambert tie the harvest into manageable bundles. Neither of them had much skill nor understanding about farming, but it would have to do. 

“Let’s get this to her shed and see if Jaskier’s conned some free drinks and room out of the inn’s owner,” Lambert said, throwing a handful of bushels onto his shoulder and marching towards the humble stone cottage tucked into a corner of the acreage. 

“Knowing him, there’ll be a bath too,” Aiden pointed out, following Lambert’s lead hefting his own bundles. 

With Aiden’s help they had the harvested wheat tucked away safely in no time at all and the sun had just sunk beneath the horizon when the ailing grandmother had pushed a wonky but delicious smelling freshly baked apple pie into Lambert’s hands as a thank you for his kindness. 

Ignoring Aiden’s both sappy and teasing grin, they finally made their way to the tavern, slipping in just as Jaskier bowed with a flourish and lingering final note to one of his more jauntier tunes. He caught sight of them as he rose, offering a wink in greeting before turning his attention back to the small but engrossed crowd. 

“Good folk, I leave you but for a moment to wet my throat and enjoy some of your most hearty offerings! I suggest you indulge as well before my return,” Jaskier said with all his usual showmanship, ignoring the whines and demands for more songs with ease as he skipped across the room to a table he’d appeared to claim as his own. Aiden and Lambert joined him, Aiden ducking to nip at Jaskier’s cheek in greeting. 

“Good to see you too pussycat,” Jaskier said, flicking a chastising finger at the Cat Witcher. Aiden smirked, ducking under Jaskier’s ridiculously floppy hat for a proper hello kiss that left Lambert a little warm around the chest as he watched.

“I’ve missed you both,” Aiden admitted with an enviable ease as he pulled back with a sigh, sliding onto the bench and settling into the shadowy corner. Lambert shoved the ugly emotion to one side, despite now having two relative verbose lovers, Lambert was still lagging in the communication department, but he was trying. He dropped the still warm pie onto the table and slid in beside Aiden. 

Jaskier waved at the innkeeper, clearly he’d already ordered for them all long before they’d shown up, anticipating two hungry Witchers' arrival, “It’ll be good to travel together for a spell, we’ve a room and a bath for two nights and I do believe the Alderman will be round a bit later with a request. Something that sounds like Nekker’s near the woods.”

“You’ve been busy,” Lambert said as the waitress pushed three heavy bowls laden with spiced stew across the table, she darted away quickly for whatever else Jaskier had ordered that she’d been unable to carry in one go. 

“Not really, just listening to the gossip,” Jaskier replied, taking the bread and an ale from the returning waitress. 

Aiden took the last two flagons for the rushed lass with a nod of thanks to her, “And you just happened to mention us in response?” He said knowingly. The bard was really only subtle to everybody else, it was truly fascinating to see him work a crowd or an Alderman with ease while Lambert worried about the general state of intelligence for most of the continent. 

Jaskier shrugged, a wicked smile on his lips, “Only to help, now dig in. I’ve promised one more set, and then we’re taking full advantage of that bath and bed.”

Lambert and Aiden dug in obediently. 

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Rules: Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. (It’s fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count). Whichever WIP title gets the most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote received.

blood and whiskey -the witcher -jaskier/aiden/lambert -accidentalwarlord!jaskier

battle cries - star wars - quinlan/obi-wan - mediladaan au

untitled no.1 - the witcher -jaskier/aiden/lambert - zombie au

untitled no.2 - the witcher -jaskier/aiden/lambert - ladyhawke au

fabio, who? - critical role - essek/caleb - romancing the stone au

ruin - star wars - quinlan/obi-wan/beru/owen - raising the twins au

untitled no.3 - critical role - essek/caleb/kingsley - pirates of the caribbean

Voting ended onSep 24, 2025

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wip wednesday - blood and whiskey

aka the accidental warlord jaskier and aiden lives au finally has a title in quite the unexpected landslide, y'all wanted to see more of this puppy so here we are, enjoy! once again i remind everyone this is still in the draft version 1 stage so ignore spelling/grammar/plot holes etc thank you, you anon hate will be deleted at the speed of fucking light :)

(set shortly after this excerpt)

“What month is it?”

“We just passed Midaëte last week,” Jaskier tells him, a whole year since he began this insanity. How time flies when you’re in danger of being staked or burned every day for smuggling elves to safety.

Aiden’s eye shuts like he’s in pain, “Midsummer, its been months and I…”

“Are you alright, do you need another Swallow?”

Aiden chuckles but the tone is bitter and sad, “No, though probably yes. No, I mean I missed our meeting and given who ambushed me and sold me to the mage...No doubt my lover is probably under the impression I’m no longer of this mortal coil.”

“We can have a message sent. The roads are dangerous and the mail is slow but it’ll-” Jaskier starts but Aiden shakes his head.

“I appreciate it my friend but he's not...I gave my heart to another witcher, one of the wolves in fact and as I'm sure you're aware it’ll be impossible to find him during the summer,” Aiden admits and Jaskier understands his sour mood now. Damned near impossible to track a witcher most of the time, let alone a wolf witcher and even during the winter they're tucked away in hidden fortress known only to a few. At least he'll be asy to find come the winter time, the concern is weather the path is kind enough that he survives that long, especially under the impression his lover is dead.

“Then you shall simply have to wait till winter, all is not lost my friend, you need rest and time anyway. By the time winter next rolls in you’ll be as fit as the proverbial fiddle,” Jaskier says cheerfully, hoping to distract his patient. It doesn't work.

“You’re right, I just…”

“I can pass word through the scoiatel, a name or a description, if any see him they can pass words to him…witcher’s are hardy folk and I doubt his brethren would be daft enough to let him wander the path alone in such a state,” Jaskier offers gently. Its not much, not nearly enough considering but its all he can do and he hates that he can't do more.

Aiden takes a deep fortifying breath, “The debt I owe you-”

“No debt, no price and by the gods no law of surprise either my man. We’ll see you back on your feet, outfitted as best we can and back into the arms of your love before midwinter and all for a thank you and nothing more,” Jaskier declares pushing himself up with all the energy of a man ready and raring to go only to discover there is nowhere to go in his small room they're confined too currently and he awkwardly hovers over the grinning witcher.

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wip wednesday

this is for @tenarha who's excitement for this wip is fueling me! its more of my accidental warlord jaskier/aiden lives au, i really need to think of a title for this. so far we've got 'honey i took over the continent' cause im incapable of having a serious title these days and 'blood and whiskey' which is from the mechanisms - high noon over camelot i think i've settled on aiden/lambert/jaskier. i was kinda torn between the aiden/lambert/jask and geralt/jask with maybe geralt/yen/jask but my outline kept swinging towards aiden and lambert so yeah

He’s got his head in his overstuffed wardrobe organising the flowing shirts and doublets by which would make Valdo cry the most when he wins the next competition when suddenly there’s a knife at his neck and a rough hand covers his mouth.

“Scream and you die,” a husky voice whispers against his ear, he can feel their teeth as they snarl the warning. Jaskier’s gaze flicks to the door, locked and bolted from the inside. He can just make out the window over his desk, closed as it has been all morning, but he knows it doesn’t have a bolt or a solid catch and could easily have been how his assailant clambered in.

His eyes find the bed where his ward is -

The witcher is gone from the bed. Which means the man at his back is the confused and concerned witcher who at his last memory was a prisoner of an evil mage. Of course, he came up swinging.

Where the hell did he get the knife though? Not important right now.

“You will answer my questions and if I don’t like your answers, you’ll drown in your blood, understand?” the witcher growls and Jaskier nods once and focuses on relaxing. It's quite impressive that the man is upright after such a long convalescence.

Significantly less impressive as under the slight weight of one relaxed bard, he practically crumbles, landing heavily on the floor. The knife slices a weak line against Jaskier’s throat, too blunt to do more than a shallow cut and answering the question of where the witcher got it, it's the fucking cutlery.

Jaskier and the witcher let out pained ‘oofs’ as they land.

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wip wednesday

a wee bit of 'blood and whiskey' for ya'll seen as i've been working on this one again

Filavandrel hadn’t looked much like a king when they’d first met, he still didn’t, at least not in the traditional sense but he felt like a king now. The defeated, desperate air has long since burned away like an early morning in the rising sun. He still smells of shit though. They all do. Jaskier wonders if reminding Filavandrel of that will actually make the elevn king stop expecting his every whim to be completed with a bow. Probably not. He’s still mad at Jaskier over the damnable song. “We can not remain in Brokilon,” he argues, again. Like somehow in the past weeks, months, they’ve been doing this a better idea has suddenly appeared.