#theamazingbard

[jewisheddiemunson]

Surprise collab with @theamazingbard after she wrote me a little thing for motivation 💘💘

[rocketkit]

A3 for steddie? 👀

!!

for this drawing meme

[epilogueart]

vampire!steddie piece I made for @theamazingbard for her birthday!! love u queen

[sydmarch]

🤡

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

such a stupid bit of wordplay from the evrart fic but *I* found it so funny when i wrote it lol:

He continues. “Tell me, was I simply too intimidating for you? Too big a fish to fry?”

[writinglizards]

11 👀

Okay I know I said I wasn’t writing anything immediately but this one? I had to do this one.

11. Blood at the corner of your mouth

"You're a fucking idiot," Geralt says, tugging Jaskier into the alley behind him, presses him up against the wall to hide him with the bulk of his body.

"They fucking asked for it, you should have let me kick their ass, Geralt," he growls, shifting as if to duck under his arm and meet their assailants out on the street where Geralt can still hear them.

"Shut up. You're hurt."

"So? I'm fine." He grins, sharp and aggressive. His teeth are red with blood. Geralt's not sure if he bit his lip or the inside of his cheek, he hasn't had a moment to look.

"Jaskier," he hisses.

"What? I am."

"You're bleeding."

He just shrugs and makes to duck under his arm again.

"Son of a bitch--Jaskier," Geralt growls, gets an arm around his waist and hauls him back in, presses him back up against the wall, hard. "I'm not letting you go out there and get hurt again. Stop it."

"But they said--"

"And I don't care," he cuts off quickly. He knows what they said about him. He'd heard. He just hadn't expected Jaskier to spin around and deck one of them over it.

"I do," Jaskier spits, venomous. There's blood on his lips, vivid and bright. It makes Geralt sick to his stomach.

"I know," he says softly, raises a hand to run his thumb along his lower lip, wipe the blood at the corner away delicately. Jaskier stills. "I know, Jaskier. And it's not worth it."

"I hate it when you say that," he says, but his shoulders sag, the fight leaving him all at once, "It is worth it. You're worth it." Something in Geralt's chest flips uncomfortably. Jaskier believes that so wholeheartedly.

"It's not worth it if it hurts you," he says, hand drifting to cup his jaw, touch gentle. He wants to kiss him, thinks maybe he should kiss him. The look in Jaskier's eyes implies it might not be unwelcome, but--

"Come on," he says, drawing away, "let's get Roach and go. There won't be any room at the inn now."

He's not worth it, but Jaskier is. And he's not allowed to tarnish that by loving him.

[jaskierswolf]

prompt: yennefer realizes she's aro/ace and it's like being set free

Yen is sex positive aro/ace. (Note: Ace spectrum is to do with the sexual attraction, not whether someone enjoys the physical act. This is just one version of an ace/aro character)

Mentions of Yen/Istredd, Yen/Geralt, and Geraskier.

Word count: 624

Warnings: Mentions of the abusive nature of Aretuza, past sexual relationships that could be read as dubcon (it’s not intended that way though), sexism.

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Being a mage seemed like a glamorous profession, and really chaos and magic was all Yennefer had ever been good at until her ascension. Being a mage was all she knew. She’d never really had much choice, it was this or end up like an eel in the waters beneath Aretuza, and she wanted to survive. She wanted more than that. She wanted to thrive, to have power, beauty… everything the world could offer her. She’d already had her childhood taken away from her, she refused to lose anything else.

But with beauty came… expectations.

She scoffed. Who was she kidding? The expectations had come before that. A girl who knew nothing about friendships had been rushed off to some fucking magic school and she’d still managed to be a freak… until she’d found Istredd.

He’d been kind.

And a friend.

She’d never had a friend before, so the warmth in her chest had been easy to mistake for love, the longing for closeness, easy to mistake for lust. She’d enjoyed the sex, but more than anything she’d enjoyed having his attention on her, being seen, being wanted. Then later on she’d enjoyed showing off her magic, the illusions of a crowd that watched them, and even applauded.

It took decades for her to realise the truth.

When she looked at Istredd, and later on Geralt, and the other handfuls of nameless lovers in between, she didn’t… feel things. Not like the stories, songs and poems described. She could see they were handsome, beautiful even but there wasn’t that pull. She slept with them because it made her feel good, having their undivided attention, not because she necessarily wanted them, it was why the fucking bard annoyed her so completely.

He was obsessed with love, in his poems, songs, even in the depths of his mind. He was so hopelessly in love with Geralt that it made her sick. The witcher didn’t have a fucking clue either, pining over her, tricked by the bond the djinn had created, but she’d seen his mind before, when he’d first bought Jaskier to her.

She’d seen love. She felt the echo of his love, and felt it again once he’d made his wish.

But that wasn’t her.

She saw Geralt and she saw a friend, an asset at times, occasionally an annoyance. Geralt was in love her, and she…

She didn’t feel the same.

She didn’t want to feel the same.

Love would bind her when she didn’t want to be bound. She wanted to live by her rules. She wanted to be free from the shackles of love. She let out a sigh of relief. She djinn wish no longer held her captive. She might run into Geralt more often than not as they travelled around the continent but she could leave him without pain, and without jealousy when she watched the bard trail after him pathetically.

She grimaced. She’d seen Jaskier after the dragon hunt and he’d been a broken man.

It hadn’t been her fault per se but… she’d felt a twinge of guilt. She could fix that, and then she would continue in her life free from the whims of men. If she couldn’t have a child of her own then perhaps she could pull a similar trick to Geralt. There were plenty of opportunities for a successful sorceress to call the Law of Surprise. She’d saved countless lives over the years, she was rich enough to last her a life time. If Geralt could earn a child surprise then… perhaps she could too.

She could still have power and beauty, and she could have a child too. It was her choice. Hers.

And no one would take that away from her again.

[asweetprologue]

a spidey!jask piece I’ve been working on for @theamazingbard‘s birthday! based on her incredible spiderman au, which you should definitely go check out!

happy birthday doll <3

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

"Why did you tell me?" :3c

"Why did you tell me?"

“Because...” Geralt stared at the roaring fire, the logs crackling in the luxuriant hearth, “...because it’s true, and because... because the truth is important.”

“Did you not think--” Jaskier’s voice broke at the edges as he turned, his white-gold groom’s doublet shining in the light, and he quickly reigned himself in. “Did you not think to tell me before now?” 

Geralt’s voice caught in his throat, and Jaskier reeled on him, his eyes sparkling with tears to match the sparkling fabric. “It’s too late, Geralt... quite too late.”

[Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five!]