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roomie f has finally figured out the thesis of DMBJ: "antiques are drugs"

#there's SO much money in it #SO much danger #dmbj #mine

oh my god and tomorrow is phil's birthday.

#we are in Danger.#dan and phil #so much danger

Fear. Terror, even.

#critical role #cr #c3ep52 #bells hells #haha we're in danger #so much danger

untitled bodyswap fic that I need to finish before the meds wear off

Yennefer woke up because something was tickling her nose. She slept in the foetal position as she always did, undisguised by a sympathetic body to wrap around, shutting out the cold uncaring world. Having spent her formative years in a stable, she felt no urgent reason to engage with the tickling. Probably just a lonely harvestman, lost on its way to its web - but by the gods, she would certainly need to get up and piss soon.

Jaskier woke up because something was sticking into his ribcage. It was soft and pillowy, but definitely squished uncomfortably against him. He rolled over and found a different something squishing into a different part of his ribcage. His bladder was also starting to complain urgently.

The cries that ensued from both parties on waking could be heard across Vengerburg.

Familiarity breeds contempt, and hatred is all too frequently a projection of the features in oneself that one despises the most. Therefore, it should come as no surprise that the unlucky recipients of new bodies as mentioned above performed almost identical rituals, in order:

1) poking at their new face, Yennefer scrubbing at her newfound stubble - and crow's feet - in utter dismay, Jaskier marveling at his resemblance to a baby's bottom, and;

2) immediately returning to bed to experiment with their unfamiliar genitalia.

"You boring, boring little man. You talk a big game of entendres and seduction, but you don't own so much as an egg," muttered Yennefer, rifling through Jaskier's things and hoping he owned the room, or at least was paid up. Across town in Yennefer's apartment, Jaskier was opening jars and bottles and sniffing them, wondering if any of them were safe for personal use.

ARGENTUM IBISCUS DI CERIKAN

"Sorted!" gloated Jaskier, spotting his very favourite beauty cream in its distinct rifled coffret. Lightly scented with a silky feel, Argentum Ibiscus di Cerikan was safe for delicate body parts, such as, ahem, eyes. Out of sheer habit he dabbed a tiny amount in the corner of each eye then, clutching the bottle, positioned himself in front of Yen's full length mirror, legs splayed for a perfect combination of watcher and watched.

Yen grinned smugly at finding a near-finished bottle of her best-selling beauty potion nestled in Jaskier's smallclothes like a dirty secret. Whilst the merchants proclaimed its rejuvenation properties, the unspoken benefit was the unique but painless tingling sensation it offered - a benefit the bard was clearly familiar with. She was quite sure he would forgive her for smearing it over three or four of her fingers and applying it deeply.

Jaskier collapsed to the ground, gurgling incoherently. "Ba" was all he could manage. "Ba. Ba." He stared at a loop of silk edging the extremely fine carpet he lay on, hands clutched between his legs, heart pounding like a thunderstorm. How did women not just fucking die from this? Very suddenly, Jaskier understood why women who failed to finish before he did beat and kicked him so savagely.

Poor Yen had had to make do with a lousy candle, nowhere near enough width for the beastly pounding she knew the bard could easily withstand. She was also disappointed to find that luxurious living and what felt like a hereditary spinal condition prevented her from being able to get her mouth quite down to her surprisingly generous cock. Still, discovering that the bard had extraordinarily sensitive nipples gave her plenty to work with.

He supposed he should leave. No doubt Yennefer would be VERY angry when she woke up in his less than salubrious inn room, and assuming this situation wasn't entirely her doing, she would be roaring back towards her own home ready to eviscerate him and his newfound appreciation for the clitoris. Not that he hadn't appreciated it before, but now he REALLY appreciated it. At least six times, just this morning. But her sheets were so fine, and her bed so soft, and the smell of not only lilacs and gooseberries but also roses, freesias, jasmine, frying eggs, donuts, and even horseshit coming in through the high window was wrapping him in a sensuous haze, and he decided that just a few more minutes of sleep would be fi.....

Yen, however, was very keen to find out which whoreson had stuck her in this ridiculous furbag's body, even if it was a rather fun body to play with, and so after a relatively muted three orgasms and an efficient nap she attempted to get dressed. Yen was no stranger to suffering for beauty, and even respected the bard's commitment, but... what the hell was going on with these shoes? These PANTS?? Eventually she managed to cobble together an outfit from the least ridiculous items in Jaskier's wardrobe - which for a travelling bard was entirely too large - and arrange her new bits in a less uncomfortable manner. Her first port of call would, indeed, be her own home...

All right, perhaps that was more than a few minutes of sleep. Jaskier grinned smugly to hear the elegant and proud Yennefer's stomach gurgling like a summer brook. Well, the only decent thing to do would be to feed her! Jaskier felt very, very sure that Yennefer would be so grateful when she found out he'd maintained her refined diet. He fell out of bed and treated himself to a leisurely hour or so of trying on clothes, occasionally yelling at his stomach to shut up and make way for beauty, and settled on a simple all-black ensemble that he felt really emphasised both tits and arse. Patting himself on the bottom for his good taste, he headed out for breakfast. Lunch. Lekfast. Whatever.

#jaskier #yennefer #body swap fic #jaskier is in fact in danger #so much danger

Damn I wish I could art. Sentences like, “It’s movie night. (the whitestone guards) are all watching The Sound of Music down in the rec room” are visuals I need in my life.

#critical role #Critical role campaign 1 #Sam Reigel #so much danger

En Garde

(Cont. @officer-moss )

She took Magda’s uniform, folding it up neatly before setting several rat traps next to him. Eliza gave the thumbs up to Moss, tossing the uniform to him. Going to the next officer, who had a gaping hole in his midsection, she collected his clothes as well.

Someone stirred and yawned nearby and she froze. Soon, they settled back down, and she sighed in relief.

“Want to prank all of them? Or should we do Salazar next?”

Eliza’s voice was barely a whisper.

#rp #officer-moss #Pirate!Eliza #so much danger #Magda's not going to be happy #Salazar less so