Sep 19, 2025
Did a fair bit of fanart for @secretartblogowo of two of their angel ocs because good god I love them so much-
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Did a fair bit of fanart for @secretartblogowo of two of their angel ocs because good god I love them so much-
So do you think Vassa and Jurian ever asked Lucien to join them in bed? Do you think he said yes?
ANON
In actual canon. Unfortunately no. To both.
IN MY HEAD YES I THINK THEY ASKED AND I THINK HE SAID YES AND I HAVE A SMUTTY ART DRAWING OF THIS THAT IS JUST SO HOT.
Thread of how Wisteria and Estinien’s 5.5 reunion in Ishgard went 💗 Click for full text view and apologies for the long post!
Waking Up Married in Crinfrid For Persie <3
So not sure who was around but @theamazingbard got tipsy last night and was guessing anons. I sent her one and said if she could guess who it was, I’d write some hung over Jaskier for impending hang over this morning. <3 Je suis fier de toi pour boire de l'eau. (I cheated. it’s a google translate which I know isn’t always the best 😘)
It felt like the sun had come up only to mock Jaskier, the light pressing in against his eyes like hot pokers. His head felt like it was full of fog and his mouth tasted like wet wool and stale wine.
Everything hurt and he hated it. He tried to turn over, away from the too bright sun, only to find his arms and legs tangled in what he could only assumer were the sheets of the bed. Jaskier groaned, trying to put together the events of last night.
The Witchers. The Witchers did this to him. One in particular. Lambert...
He scrunched his nose as he remembered Lambert and Eskel appearing with Geralt in the tavern they were supposed to meet up at. They had squeezed in to the booth that Jaskier was waiting in and it was barely a breath before the first round of ale hit the table top.
Turning his face down into the pillow, finding it entirely the wrong shape, he had recalled finding the Witchers great company, even if Geralt had been grumpy and sullen for most of the night.
But then, most of the night was fuzzy. Jaskier shifted himself, finding that he was against a wall and something heavy was draped over him. Remotely, he thought it felt kind of nice.
They had gone out? Away from the tavern. He had been carried. But that was after the Alderman’s house. Why had they gone to the Alderman’s house? Geralt had been less(?) grumpy. Jaskier had had a distinct memory of Geralt smiling at him, just for him. That had been nice. Really nice actually.
Then he was carried. He could only assume back to inn because after that, everything had gotten too hazy to see through.
“Rise and shine, love birds!” Lambert burst in through the door, all too awake to have possibly have drank as much as Jaskier remembered. Or let there be a curse put upon Witcher metabolism.
Jaskier tried to raise his head and he just managed to see the pillow go sailing from behind him and a gruff “Get fucked, Lamb.”
The wall, no... The Geralt behind Jaskier began to move, his arm slung around Jaskier still as he sat up just enough to glare at his brother.
Wait. No. Wait. Alright. Hang on. Jaskier’s mind was still far too full of drink to process through what had happened, but the more he laid there, squinting up at Geralt, the more things started to slot into place.
“I... Geralt?” Jaskier closed his eyes, the world far too bright again. “What... why are you...” He cleared his throat and tried again. “Why do I remember getting married last night?”
Geralt didn’t answer, only turned, burying his face into Jaskier’s shoulder and groaned. “We’ll do it proper later.” Geralt grumbled, though he pulled Jaskier closer. “And probably kill Lambert.”
Jaskier could feel himself grinning as he settled back down into the bed next to Geralt, and despite the pounding in his head and the ache in his body, he found he was perfectly content.
☁️ for myself. hewwo. :v
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“How about you just stop existing..? Our battle is due to end and it will end with your demise. In the jaws of the great beast! Atlantis will rise once again and you shall not be a part of it, little mage! Playtime is over..”
“..... I’ve been drunk with him a couple of times. That was fun. But there’s some hidden emotion in there, that he isn’t showing. We’re on a fine line...Not friends but we just.. speak. Sometimes about Aether and about home, it’s nice to not fight. I guess we are both tired.”
Esme's aftermath of New Year's.
I had a great day and my parents went and ruined it lol xoxo
I have spent the entire day outside, this is a most unusual occurrence