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27dragons · 5 months

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New Year Countdown: Dec 12

Presenting the myth of Theseus and the Minotaur with Jaskier as the unlikely hero Theseus, Geralt as the minotaur, and Yennefer as the disdainful Princess Ariadne.

Dec 12 - Geraskifer - Mythology AU - Pine Cone

“You’re the hero?” the princess demanded. She was beautiful, with stunning violet eyes, but her expression as she looked upon Jaskier was beyond scornful. “Did you even bring a sword?”

“No,” Jaskier said, lifting his chin. “I don’t like killing. And they said we couldn’t have weapons in the Labyrinth, anyway. I brought my lute. Music, they say, soothes the savage breast.”

She looked him over slowly, and he waited for her to yell for the guards. “You’ll get lost and die of hunger before you even make it to the center,” she scoffed. “I’m going with you. Hold this.” She handed him a pine cone that had a bit of string tangled in its scales. She plucked up one end of the string and tied it to the pillar that marked the entrance to the Labyrinth.

“What is it?”

“String,” she said shortly. “Unwind it as we go, and we’ll use it to find our way back out.”

Jaskier looked dubiously at the pine cone, “It doesn’t look very long.”

“It’s magic,” the princess said, rolling her eyes. “It will grow as you unwind it, and it won’t break.”

“Very handy,” Jaskier allowed, and followed her into the famed maze, carefully unwinding the string as he went. True to her word, the amount of string tangled around the pine cone never seemed to shrink, and when he glanced back over his shoulder, it trailed back the way they’d come, an unbroken line.

“I’m Jaskier,” Jaskier introduced himself, if only to break the oppressive silence.

“Yennefer,” she said shortly.

After several more failed attempts at conversation, Jaskier pulled his lute over his shoulder and started composing a ballad about their trek through the dark and damp.

“Will you stop that?” Yennefer snapped while Jaskier was testing a bridge. “I’m trying to listen.”

Jaskier sighed and stilled the strings. As soon as he did, he heard what Yennefer was no doubt listening for: the rumbling snort of an enraged creature.

Footsteps rang out, then, like boots against the stonework floor. Or hooves. “If you have any hidden weapons or ideas about defense, now would be a good time to break them out,” Yennefer told him somewhat tensely.

“Right,” Jaskier said, his voice steady thanks to a dozen years of training it. “Well, here goes--” He strummed a chord and then began picking out the notes of his best, most popular tune, just as the first glimpse of white hair came around the corner.

His first thought was that he hadn’t expected the beast at the center of the Labyrinth to be so beautiful.

He looked like a man, only those snow-white locks and the corner-to-corner black of his eyes giving him away as something more than human. And even as he watched, the black was draining away, the snarl of his lip softening.

“What--” the man rumbled, and then Yennefer stepped between him and Jaskier.

“Geralt,” Yennefer said, reaching out a hand. “Don’t you remember me?”

“What are you doing?” Jaskier whispered furiously between choruses. “Get back!”

But the man -- Geralt? -- paused. He sniffed the air delicately and cocked his head, frowning at the princess. “...Yenn? Is that really you?”

“Geralt!” Yennefer flung herself into Geralt’s slightly bewildered embrace and kissed him with somewhat less decorum than Jaskier generally observed in princesses.

“But how?” Geralt asked. He looked at Jaskier sharply. “You?”

“I think so,” Yennefer said. “All these years, attempting to break the curse, and I never tried music!”

“It is possible,” Jaskier put in, letting the strings finally vibrate out their last notes, “that it’s because this lute was given to me by the Muses, and they told me it was crafted by Apollo himself.”

“Then I owe you a great debt,” Geralt said. He took Jaskier’s hand, and despite the obvious great strength of his grip, his touch was gentle, almost reverent.

“We both do,” Yennefer agreed. “Tell us what you would have of us, and it is yours.”

Jaskier looked at the two of them, beautiful enough to have been blessed by the gods, and knew he could never have what he truly desired. That didn't mean he wouldn't try, though. “Well first,” he said instead, “we’ll need to get off this island.”

#my writing #countdown to 2024 #the witcher #geraskifer #greek mythology au

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hottestnonhumantournament · 1 year

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Competitor Reveal!

I had initially only wanted to include around 64 characters but with all the submissions I got I wanted to try to include as many as possible and as many different kinds of nonhumans as I could! But I also kept it to 3 characters max per media/franchise and also tried to include both popular and lesser known characters/media. I still ended up with a bigger bracket than I intended-- I'm very sorry if a character you nominated didn't make it in! But I hope you'll all still enjoy the competition and maybe even discover some new characters/media you haven't heard of before! Here is the list of the competitors! Creating the actual bracket and the graphics will take me longer so please be patient with me! In the meantime feel free to make propaganda if you'd like, even if you don't know the match-ups yet I'd love to see why you think your favorite nonhuman(s) is the most attractive!

Venom (Marvel) Dahlia Aquino (Monster Prom franchise) Milo Belladonna (Monster Prom franchise) Aaravos (The Dragon Prince) The Beast (Beauty and the Beast) Hordak (She-Ra) Hexxus (FernGully) Gabriel (ULTRAKILL) Louis (Beastars) Death (Puss in Boots) Cybersix Frankenstein's Monster Agent Smith (The Matrix) Terminator Warper (Subnautica) Minotaur Castiel (Supernatural) Superman Aziraphale (Good Omens) Crowley (Good Omens) Lucifer (The Bible) Jesus (The Bible) Glados (Portal) Fjord (Critical Role) Sylas Briarwood (Critical Role) Planerider Ryn (Critical Role) Curie (Fallout 4) Nick Valentine (Fallout 4) Magdolene (Awful Hospital) Enjou (Genshin Impact) Midnite (Mario Rabbids) Yautja (Predator) Xenomorphs (Alien) Godzilla Tiamat (D&D) Spock (Star Trek) Worf (Star Trek) Bowser (Mario) Thrall (Warcraft) Thrawn (Star Wars) Legion (Mass Effect) Aria (Mass Effect) Tali'Zorah (Mass Effect) Sauron (Lord of the Rings) Gimli (Lord of the Rings) Legolas (Lord of the Rings) Alucard (Castlevania) Bigby Wolf (Fables) Poison Ivy (DC) The Count of Monte Cristo (Gankutsuou: The Count of Monte Cristo) Dream (Sandman) The Corinthian (Sandman) Bast (Sandman) Sesshoumaru (Inuyasha) Paintbrush (Inanimate Insanity) Bubbles (Questionable Content) Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Pei (The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet / The Wayfarers) Sissix (Wayfarers) Madame Vastra (Doctor Who) Jabe (Doctor Who) Silas (The Graveyard Book) Mad Sweeney (American Gods) Genie (Aladdin) The Tin Man (The Wizard of Oz) Robin Hood (Disney) Magnus Bane (Shadowhunters) Mazikeen (Lucifer) Geralt (The Witcher) Petrichor (Saga) Gwendolyn (Saga) Prince Robot IV (Saga) Nick Hoult (Wan Sheng Jie) Baron Humbert von Gikkingen (The Cat Returns) Madhouse Mike (Cryptid Crush) Oz (Cryptid Crush) August (Cryptid Crush) Shirou Ogami (BNA) Funtime Foxy (FNAF) Montgomery Gator (FNAF) Roxanne Wolf (FNAF) Radu Basanko (Blades of Furry) Symbiosis (I Was A Teenage Exocolonist) Slenderman

#i did bend my sentience rule a lil for the xenomorphs and probably godzilla but they're both just so classic #and also i am so sorry for putting Jesus in but the submission was so funny to me especially after someone had already submitted Lucifer--

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murfpersonalblog · 7 months

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Power Types in Fandoms

I was up in the middle of the night arguing with my ceiling about fictional characters, Death Battle style, and decided to make a ❗rudimentary❗ list, from weakest to strongest Power Types. Because it's a gradient, each progressively higher power type can (and often does) contain the abilities of lower types.

⚔🤖💉🤺🤰🧜‍♂️🔮👽

⚔ Standard Fighters

OP warriors with maxed out skills, but main character plot armor saves them from outrageous situations

Conan the Barbarian, Tuxedo Mask (Sailor Moon), Link (Zelda), Yujiro Hanma (Baki), Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Robin Hood, Odysseus (Greek mythology), Xena Warrior Princess, etc

🤖 Tech/Mech Warriors

Fight with technology; but caught slipping butt naked with ZERO gear (wifi signal, power generator, fancy gadgets/weapons, power suits, etc) and they don't stand a chance without hax/plot armor

Low Level tech (borderline realistic/futuristic gear)

Ratchet & Clank, Doom Guy (Doom), Master Chief (Halo), Batman, Power Rangers, etc

High Level tech (science & magic blur)

Gundam, Xenosaga, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Iron Man, Guts (Berserk), Sailor Moon, Perseus (Greek mythology), etc

💉 Roid Rage

Ate/drank something, or got bit/injected/dunked/exposed to something out in nature or in a lab--scientific, biological, or magical-- that permanently altered their bodies, genes, & abilities. Often "immortal/indestructible," depending on the universe.

Scientific (Lab Accidents/Hijinks/Procedures)

Frankenstein*, The Powerpuff Girls, S.H.I.E.L.D. (Black Widow, Hawkeye, etc), Captain America, The Hulk, The Flash, Harley Quinn (& The Joker, kinda), Dr Manhattan (Watchmen), Dr Robotnik (Sonic), TMNT, etc

Biological (technically Scientific, sure)

Spider Man, Morbius, Poison Ivy, Witchers (Geralt of Rivia), etc

Magical/Supernatural (technically Biological?)

Black Panther, Luffy (One Piece), Aquaman*, Achilles (Greek mythology), Danny Phantom, Werewolves*, Titans (Attack on Titan), Homunculi (Wrath & Greed, Full Metal Alchemist), Sephiroth (Final Fantasy)

🤺 Androids/Cyborgs

Deliberately created part man, part tech/mech. Can be/look more or less "human," or barely at all. (More or less "immortal/indestructible," depending.). "Science" & magic blur.

Androids (Dragonball), Wolverine, Dororo, Sekiro, Robocop, Bionic Woman, The Terminator, Frankenstein*, Homunculus (FMA), The Borg (Star Trek), Darth Vader, etc

🤰Mutations

Born to regular human parents, but with unexpected supernatural abilities and/or appearance. These abilities are random AF and their power can fluctuate wildly depending on the character/universe.

Mutants (X-Men), Killer Croc (Batman), Namor (Black Panther), Aquaman*, etc

🧜‍♂️ Hybrids

Born to at least one (1) human parent, but with unexpected supernatural abilities and/or appearance. The non-human parent can make their abilities fluctuate wildly, depending on the character/universe.

Animal/Creature Hybrid

Centaurs, Minotaurs, etc (Greek mythology), werewolves*, etc

Magical Race Hybrid (Low Level--dwarves, elves, sorcerers, etc)

Luke Skywalker, etc

Magical Race Hybrid (High Level--undead, spirits, gods/demons, aliens, etc)

- 1/2 vampire Dhampirs: Blade, Alucard (Castlevania, Helsing), etc

- 1/2 demon Cambions, yokai, etc: Abe no Seimei, Merlin, Inuyasha, etc

- 1/2 god Demigods: Hercules (Greek mythology), Gilgamesh (Mesopotamian mythology), Sailor Pluto (Sailor Moon), Kratos & Atreus (God of War), etc

🔮 Magicians

(Human) magic users who can either manipulate the senses, control spirits and/or the elements, bend/break the laws of nature (gravity, matter, shapeshifting, physics, space, time, etc), or all of the above. Includes: magicians, mages/sages, witches, wizards, sorcerers, mediums, psychics, hypnotists, exorcists, ghost hunters, etc. (Depending on the universe, these terms might be used interchangeably, or only for specific types of abilities.)

Manipulate the senses

Hypnotists -- (Naruto (low level ninjas))

Control/commune with spirits/demons (and/or the elements)

Exorcists, mediums, psychics, witches, etc -- (John Constantine, Van Helsing, Talamasca & Mayfairs (Anne Rice), etc)

Control the elements & bend/break the laws of nature

Dovahkin (Skyrim), Benders (TLAB), Alchemists (FMA), etc

All of the Above

Harry Potter (witches/wizards), The Avatar (TLAB), Jedi (Star Wars), Naruto (high level ninjas), Onmyoji (Shintoism), Cultivators (xianxia), etc

👽 Extraterrestrials

Transcendent beings not of this world/planet, terrestrial plane, or dimension. Are not subject to Earthly laws of nature (gravity, matter, shapeshifting, physics, space, time, etc)--e.g.: many alien races are physically much stronger than humans because their planet's gravity is heavier, etc. Depending on the type of world, being, character, or universe, their abilities can fluctuate wildly.

Aliens

The Doctor(s) (Doctor Who)

Vulcans, Romulans, Klingons, oh my~! (Star Trek)

Saiyans (Dragonball)

Kryptonians (Superman, Zod, etc)

Spirits/Undead

Undead: Zombies, Ghosts, Vampires, etc

Fae:* fairies, elves, goblins (Labyrinth), giants, kitsune, etc (depends on the lore)

Angels/Demons

Fae* (depends on the lore/mythos/religion)

Demons/Yokai, etc: Hellboy, Darkness (Legend), Sesshomaru (Inuyasha), etc

Djinn/Genies* (depends on the lore)

Shinigami: (Bleach, Black Butler, Death Note, Yu Yu Hakusho, etc)

Angels: (Constantine, Good Omens, Maiar (LOTR), etc)

Gods

Q (Star Trek), Chthulu (Lovecraft), Majin Buu (Dragonball)

Dragons (depends on the lore/mythos/religion)

Fae* (depends on the lore/mythos/religion)

Sun Wukong (Journey to the West)

Zeus (Greek mythology), Amaterasu & Susa No O & Izanagi & Izanami etc (Japanese mythology), Odin & Thor & Loki (Marvel/Norse mythology), etc

👽🔮🧜‍♂️🤰🤺💉🤖⚔

Again, this is just a rudimentary list of characters/fandoms off the top of my head; and I'm sleep deprived. I likely forgot a lot of powerups, retcons, AUs, and more--oops.

#fandoms #video games #marvel comics #dc comics #anime #mythology #superheroes

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cyberrat · 2 years

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Masterpost for the 62nd Batch

This batch sadly will not have anything for the Milky AU, but! we'll have other bangers :)

Slots 1-8 will be filled with Trucker AU and Minotaur AU. We don't know the exact numbers yet; we'll start with the Trucker AU though because some ~~stuff~~ will be happening :)))))

9. Lucius/Izzy – cont B61F10 – Izzy holds fast onto his belief that Lucius must be some kind of siren because he's too afraid to touch balls.

10. Reaper/Soldier – sweet reunion type of thing with a lot of desperation :)

11. Link/Ganondorf – cont B61F12 – Link finally gets to play with his stud hhhh

12. Geralt/Jaskier – make up sex that doesn't go as planned so they have to have a make up sex for the make up sex

13. Reaper/Soldier/McCree – cont B61F14 – the werewolves finally get to fuck him ~~officially~~

14 + 15 Soldier/Monster(crocodile) – Parts 3 and 4 of the four part series in which Soldier's body and mind get altered by a freaky monster croco!

#masterpost #masterlist

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bastardofmothman · 3 years

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For Comfy @thecomfortofoldstorries

Happy Yule!

Love Bouncey @bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher

Read Comfy’s fic Geralt and the Minotaur here

Thank you for commissioning me and happy Yule to you both!

Reference pose from SenshiStock on DeviantArt, link to their profile in reblog

#geralt of rivia #jaskier #geraskier #geralt #bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher #thecomfortofoldstorries #geralt and the minotaur #yule gift #commission #this was so much fun to work on!#my art

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 3 years

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Geralt and the Minotaur p8

y’all it’s finally here. the last part of the au i barely finished

@bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher and @jaskierswolf are truly the only reasons this got finished. Babes, I owe you my life. Bless.

Warnings: uh... lots of smut. its mostly smut, we pick up DIRECTLY where we left off with part 7, its soft tho, anal fingering, anal sex, soft bois being soft, little bit of insecure jask but not much.

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Geralt stood, holding Jaskier against his chest as he stepped out of the bath. He walked straight past any robes or towels and through a curtained doorway to his bed chambers, snatching a bottle of massage oil as he went.

Jaskier grinned and plucked the bottle from his hand as Geralt continued his path to the large bed behind yet another curtain, "And you pretend to be so innocent"

"Soldiers talk." Geralt explained with a wink, lowering himself to sit on the edge of the bed and placing reverent kisses along Jaskier’s collarbones. Jaskier hummed in pleasure, raking the fingers of his free hand through Geralt’s still damp hair and earning a soft moan in response.

"Oh? You like that hmm?" Jaskier purred, "What else would you like?"

Geralt dug his fingertips into Jaskier's hips and had to remind himself to be gentle when he saw the surprise in his eyes, "You."

Jaskier smiled fondly and kissed his forehead, "How would you like me?"

"What do you wa-"

"No, my sweet, selfless hero. I want this to be special for you. How do you want me?" Jaskier caressed his cheek as he spoke, the tenderness dripping from every word.

Geralt's cheeks burned with embarassment as he whispered, "I- I want you to… fuck me."

Jaskier pulled him into a kiss, soft and sweet, before he stood from Geralt's lap, "Lay back against the pillows."

Geralt immediately shimmied back to the middle of the bed, his heart absolutely racing as he watched Jaskier pour some oil over his fingers as he crawled into the bed after him. Jaskier gently spread Geralt's legs and bent his knees before pressing a trail of kisses over all his bruises on his way up to his lips. He hovered above the prince for a moment, their eyes locking as their breath mingled between them before Jaskier gently brushed their lips together.

Geralt shuddered, the anticipation and intensity sending shocks through his body already. Jaskier kept their lips pressed together as he gripped Geralt's cock, squeezing firmly and slowly moving along his length. Geralt's eyes rolled back in his head as he tilted his head away for air he suddenly needed so much more of.

Jaskier nuzzled his cheek, "Stay here. Look at me," he whispered.

Geralt did as he was told, fixing his eyes on Jaskier's as best he could.

"There's my hero," Jaskier's praise had Geralt's cock twitching in his hand and he raised an eyebrow, "Does that make you feel good, love?"

Geralt licked his lips and tried to keep his breathing even as he nodded, "yes"

Jaskier's grip tightened just a bit as he peppered the prince's face in kisses, muttering, " You're so good for me, so brave, so strong, so smart. My hero."

Geralt's hips bucked as he moaned, unrestrained and desperate.

Jaskier swallowed his following whimper in a deep kiss, pulling back enough to make sure Geralt was paying attention when he spoke, "are you sure you want this? We can stop or do something else if you want."

Geralt shook his head, hands that had been tangled in the linens now finding their way to Jaskier's hips and back, "Please. I want to be yours."

Jaskier buried his head an Geralt's neck and groaned, "Mm- fuck you can't just say things like that."

Geralt ran his fingers through soft brown hair, struggling to think let alone speak, "Wh-y not?"

Jaskier chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to Geralt's lips, "You might never get rid of me if you keep that up."

"I'd never want to," Geralt sighed.

Jaskier kissed him in earnest this time, all tongue and teeth and passion. Slowly, he guided one of Geralt’s hands from his waist to in between their bodies.

“You take over here,” He instructed as he wrapped Geralt’s hand around himself, Jaskier’s lips only leaving Geralt’s far enough to speak, “And tell me if anything is uncomfortable.”

Geralt nodded, leaning up to trap his lips in another kiss as Jaskier patted the bed for the oil. When he found it he uncorked it with one hand and wet his fingers again before running them over Geralt’s hole. The demigod sucked in a breath and squirmed, not not remembering how to let the air escape until Jaskier started rubbing small circles over him.

"That's it love, just breathe," Jaskier hummed, pressing kisses all over Geralt's neck and collar bone as he worked, adding a little more pressure once Geralt started breathing again.

Geralt's hand stilled over his cock as he simply laid back and basked in the sensations, the way his spine tingled and his toes curled. Without thinking, his free hand roamed down Jaskier's back to his ass and squeezed, making him rut against Geralt's hips. The skin on skin contact of their hips alone was delicious, but their cocks momentarily being pushed together was divine.

Geralt groaned and arched his back, pushing into Jaskier's hand, "More. Oh gods, please more."

"Stroke yourself, helps make it more comfortable at first," Jaskier panted, falling to his elbow over Geralt and resting his forehead on his collar bone.

Geralt obeyed as Jaskier slowly pressed a finger into him. The sensation wasn't immediately pleasant, but not unpleasant. As Jaskier slowly started easing in and out Geralt began to feel a light pulsing pleasure, but it wasn't until Jaskier hooked his finger that he felt the shockwaves he'd heard tales about. His hips bucked and he nearly shouted his lovers name, gasping for breath when that same spot was brushed again.

"You look absolutely celestial like this," Jaskier murmured, pressing back on his heels and stroking Geralt's inner thigh as he slowly added another finger. He kissed his knee while Geralt shuddered at the feeling of being so full. He never wanted anything but this again. If he could live in this moment forever, be would. But Jaskier seemed intent on wringing every bit of pleasure out of his body and proving over and over that that wasn't as good as it could get. Geralt lost all sense of time, only Jaskier and the bed beneath them mattered.

At some point Jaskier stretched over him again and pressed a reverent kiss to his lips, whispering, "You're ready, do you still want me to?'

Geralt could only nod and whine, a high pitched, needy sound that he didn't even know he was capable of making. Jaskier slowly removed his fingers, using that hand to prop himself up while he brushed the hair off Geralt's forehead with the other, gently caressing his face as he shushed him.

He cupped Geralt's cheek and pressed a kiss between his brows knit together in desperation, "Words, darling," he urged, not entirely patient himself.

Geralt cradled Jaskier’s face between his hands and kissed him deeply, hungrily, before pulling back and panting a moment, “Please, Jask.”

“Of course, hero,” Jaskier hummed pressing a quick kiss to his lips before sitting back on his heels once more. He maneuvered a pillow under Geralt’s hips and ran his hands down his sides as he showered him in praises. If Geralt weren’t already flushed with arousal he’d be just as red from Jaskier’s words.

He gasped when Jaskier lined himself up, just brushing his tip against Geralt.

“You okay?” Jaskier asked as he rubbed soothing circles on Geralt’s hip.

When Geralt nodded Jaskier pushed forward, slowly but steadily, until he brushed Geralt’s prostate, making the prince moan. Jaskier had prepped him well, he barely felt a stretch, but the new sensation was almost overwhelming. As Jaskier rocked gently, brushing that sensitive spot with each movement, he gasped and clutched at the bedding. When he finally pushed past and a little deeper Geralt was nearly boneless beneath him.

He reached up and laid his hands over Jaskier’s, watching the reverence and barely restrained need in his features. He really was beautiful, with a slight sheen of sweat on his brow and those beautiful blue eyes trained on his prince.

That’s what he was now, Geralt was sure. He’d never belong to anyone else. He wasn't sure he ever had.

Jaskier stilled when he’d pushed in as far as he could and Geralt ran his hands as far up his arms as he could.

“Fuck, you feel heavenly,” Jaskier groaned, leaning forward to kiss up Geralt’s neck to his lips before continuing, “Tell me when you’re ready.”

“For what?”

Jaskier laughed as he propped himself up, brushing a few stray hairs out of Geralt’s face, “To move, darling.”

The realization was clear on Geralt’s face, amusingly so, as he caught up, “Oh! Yes, go- do- hm. Yes.”

“I love you,” Jaskier chuckled, kissing him briefly before starting a shallow thrusting pace.

Geralt arched his back, keening as he tried to put a response together. While he felt this good there was no talking.

Jaskier picked up his pace until his thrusts were forceful and uneven and both of them were breathing hard. Geralt had never felt more desperate or euphoric, certainly not combined. The pressure between his hips just kept building and building, well beyond any breaking point he’d ever found on his own. Jaskier hit his prostate with a particularly forceful thrust and he cried out, the pleasure almost overwhelming.

“Jask, please. I need- I- fuck…” Geralt hissed.

Jaskier seemed to know what he’d meant, taking him in hand and stroking in time with his thrusts. Geralt came apart in seconds, a string of curses and downright sinful moans falling from his lips as he writhed. He squeezed his eyes shut as the waves of ecstasy crashed over him, stealing his breath and his voice.

When he finally opened his eyes he was panting, almost dizzy, and Jaskier was laying next to him, peppering kisses all over his collarbones and neck.

He hummed and pulled him up for a real kiss, “What about you?”

Jaskier giggled, kissing him again, “Oh I’m just fine darling. You didn’t notice?”

Geralt ran a hand over Jaskier’s arm draped over his chest, snickering, “Zeus could have leveled the palace and I wouldn’t have noticed.”

“Good,” Jaskier said, wiggling his eyebrows, “We should probably head back to that bath for a bit before sleep.”

Geralt frowned and nestled into the pillows, “‘M sleepy.”

Jaskier rolled up and out of bed, “Come on sleepy. Let’s clean you up first. It’s really not something you want to do in the morning.”

“Bossy…” Geralt gumbled, a soft smile on his lips despite his resistance.

He almost fell asleep in the bath, but they were soon cleaned up and tucked beneath soft sheets and snuggled up with each other.

Before he finally did fall asleep, Geralt pressed a kiss to Jaskier’s hair, mumbling something too quiet for Jaskier to hear.

“What, darling?”

“I love you.”

In the morning Jaskier kept close to Geralt’s side as they ambled through the lavish breakfast set out for the palace guests, more than a bit nervous. Not about where he stood with Geralt, no that was pretty well shored up last night, but where he stood… anywhere. He was, after all, an unwanted farm hand, no royalty or even nobility.

Geralt kept one hand on him at all times, both not ready to let go of his comforting warmth and wanting to constantly reassure Jaskier.

When they made to sit down with the other survivors, far more hungover than they were, King Vessimir clapped a hand on Geralt’s shoulder, “Come sit next to me. I’ve missed your presence.”

Jaskier hesitated, glancing between Geralt and the table as Geralt tightened his grip around his waist.

“I’ve had a second place set next to yours,” Vessimir said with a fond roll of his eyes, “It was clear when you arrived you wouldn’t be separated. Come. Eat.”

Geralt looked over to Jaskier and whispered, “Do you want to?”

“Of course,” he answered, positively beaming as they made their way to the King’s table.

Vessimir, never having been one to beat around the bush, dove right in once they were seated, “My son has offered you a place to say, I hope?”

“I- about that,” Geralt turned to Jaskier with an unreadable expression, “I don’t know if I’ve said it, but I’d like you to stay here. There’s plenty of room in the palace and you’d be free to do as you wish.”

Jaskier stared at him, mouth agape and eyes wide.

“I know you have a life across the city, and I’m not asking you to abandon it! I’d-” he glanced back at his father who was graciously pretending not to listen, “I’d miss you. And you’d always be loved. I don’t want you to f-”

Jaskier interrupted him by placing a hand on his thigh, grinning from ear to ear, “Nothing could make me happier.”

Geralt leaned in for a kiss, not pulling away until someone cleared their throat.

“Welcome to the palace, Jaskier,” Vessimir had a hint of fond exasperation in his voice.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

Vessimir sent him a wink, turning back to his breakfast as he spoke, “Geralt, I’ll give you the day off to show Jaskier around, but tomorrow we’ve a senate meeting and Eskel wishes to keep you in shape.”

Jaskier leaned in close to Geralt and whispered, “Do I get to come watch?”

Geralt grinned and kept his eyes forward, “Might be too distracting.”

Decades later, long after King Vessimir died and they’d built Athens into the glimmering jewel of the surrounding nations, they would look back on that first morning fondly. They’d lay tangled up with each other in a hammock, or the bath, or their bed, and reminisce about how naive they were and how reckless. Geralt liked to point out that, as far as impulsive royalty goes, he was rather tame, but Jaskier still teased him. He did, after all, volunteer for a suicide mission with about five seconds of forethought.

Geralt maintains it was well worth it.

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Tag list in reblog:

#FUCK ME ITS FINALLY DONE #WOW #I DIDN'T THINK IT WOULD HAPPEN #geralt and the minotaur #geraskier #geraskier smut #geraskier first time #soft geraskier #soft geraskier smut #geraskier greek mythology au #geraskier greek au #greek au #greeky mythology au #the witcher #the witcher greek mythology au #theseus and the minotaur #holy fuck it feels so good to have finished this lmao

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asmolbirb · 4 years

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you meet him in a dream. he is absent one moment and there the next, and when he says your name it tastes of reverence. he regards you with curious eyes devoid of fear, and he falls in step with you so easily that you want to shake him until he learns that befriending the monster won’t end his nightmare.

you do not deserve him. you know this with as much conviction as you know the sun rises in the east and monsters don’t get happy endings. you do not deserve his honey-sweet voice crooning lullabies into your ear, nor his capable fingers brushing the tangles from your hair as you bathe. you do not deserve his companionship as you seek an escape from a labyrinth of your own creation, because he does not deserve to be condemned to a life imprisoned.

but if you cannot be selfish in dreams, where reality has no hold, then where? here you can make your hands gentle as they cradle him against you; here you can give voice to the fears and hopes that plague you; here you can share a campfire and smile at him and trust that every time you turn to look at him, his eyes will meet yours. in dreams, where explanations are an afterthought and justifications unnecessary, you can allow yourself to have him. you can allow yourself to be his.

but all dreams end, and their makeshift rules with them. and when you awaken, gazing into the horizon with your life shattering around you like so much glass, he is gone.

#neko makes words #geraskier #some stream of consciousness pretentious concept work #might make this a whole thing at some point but probably not #also while i was writing this i was struck with the thought of geralt as the minotaur and jaskier as perseus sent to vanquish him #jaskier as *theseus; i mixed up my heroes #so thats something i also want to explore

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fawnnbinary · 2 years

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*takes a breath cause I’m about to be sacrilegious as hell* Jaskier and Geralt give me David and Johnathan vibes you know from the Bible but I want you to know that YOU caused this because of that one post you made about the homoerotic renaissance statue about Theseus and the Minotaur which made me think of all the homoerotic statues of David. Which then made me think about how David was the Poet and Jonathan was a Warrior which reminds me of Jaskier and Geralt. Anyways I was thinking about Geraskier in church cause of you and I just thought you should know your sins.

#miles.ask #bestie....

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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 3 years

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Trick or Treat

The next A Very Bouncey Halloween installment and a belated birthday gift to my darling @veritasrose. Thank you so much for the last year of friendship, I look forward to celebrating with you again. <3 you are much loved.

tw: curses, Geralt is an idiot, competent Jaskier

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Light flashes through the room and momentarily blinds Jaskier, who stumbles back against Geralt. He mumbles an apology to the ever-sturdy Witcher as he waits for his vision to return and when he blinks clearly for the first time after a few long moments, the bard feels utterly and totally confused by the scene unfolding before him.

The Duke’s grandest ballroom, which had been bustling with excitable party guests only moments ago, is now flooded with ghouls, ghosts, vampires, and monsters of all sorts. A woman with swan’s wings is huddled in one corner, squawking angrily at anyone who tries to draw near. A minotaur stumbles through the center of the dance floor, lowing in frustration as he tries to control his bulky limbs. Two werewolves wrestle for dominance atop the furthest banquet table to their left. As Jaskier takes it all in, he feels Geralt’s hands wrap suddenly around his bicep; the Witcher is clinging to Jaskier fiercely, leaning his not insignificant weight against the bard’s side as his eyes grow round and watery.

“What’s happening?” Geralt finally asks. His tone of voice seems breathy and high, filled with a terror - almost totally foreign to Jaskier’s ears. Geralt fears nothing and yet… “Let’s get away from this dreadful place, please!”

“Aren’t you going to try and solve this problem?” Jaskier asks, glancing at his companion. He gestures at the various monsters roaming freely past the buffet table. “You’re likely the nearest Witcher, after all.”

“I’m no Witcher,” Geralt declares. He splays a hand over the very center of his blue velvet doublet (a nearly perfect imitation of the way Jaskier reacts to a perceived offense). “I am a Count. Witchers are dirty things, not meant for such a public life as my own.”

“For fuck’s sake, Geralt, now is not the time for a prank of this nature,” Jaskier huffs. “Something is clearly going on here. We need to help these people!”

“I know something is wrong,” Geralt sniffles - fucking sniffles - and squeezes the bard’s upper arm even more tightly. The sound of Geralt crying shakes Jaskier into understanding, even as Geralt begs: “But I don’t know how to help! Please get me out of here, Milord, I’m scared.”

Milord? Jaskier mouths to himself, even as he wraps one comforting arm around Geralt’s waist and ushers him away from the growing chaos at the center of the ballroom. Jaskier hurries them down one suspiciously empty hallway after another until he reaches the small suite that he had accepted as payment for his performance at the party. Jaskier ushers Geralt inside and locks the heavy oak door behind them.

“My Lord Geralt,” he gets the not-quite-Witcher’s attention. “Do you mind taking a seat by the fire for now? I’ll be right with you as soon as the room is secure, and then we can figure out what’s going on and what to do from here.”

“Yes, Milord,” Geralt nods. He hurries to comply with Jaskier’s request, to the bard’s continuing shock and awe, and stays still and quiet as Jaskier removes his doublet and rolls up his sleeves. Using the strength he’s spent twelve years at Geralt’s side developing, Jaskier shoves a bookcase, a dresser, and an unfortunately designed roll-top desk in front of the locked doors for added protection.

Moving behind Geralt with practiced efficiency, Jaskier also closes, shutters, and locks every window in the room, pulling the curtains closed to keep any light from spilling out and alerting stray creatures of their presence.

When he’s finished locking down all of their room’s possible entrances and breathing hard from exertion, Jaskier tugs the Witcher’s xenovox from his bag and flips it open, waiting with bated breath until Yennefer’s irritated voice snaps: “What do you want, Geralt?”

“Who is that?!” Geralt cries from his place near the fire. He has a white-knuckle grip on the overstuffed armchair he’s perched in and his clothing is mussed; Jaskier motions for him to be quiet and Geralt bites his lip, worrying the soft pink skin between his unusually dull canines.

“Was that Geralt?” Yennefer asks. "Did Jaskier summon me?"

“Yes and yes,” Jaskier replies. “I think he’s been cursed or enchanted or something. I was hired to play at the Duke of Rinde’s All Hallow’s Eve celebration and Geralt accompanied me - even dressed up for the occasion - but something happened at the party and now he’s acting strangely. I don’t know what to do.”

"What's happening?" Yennefer prods.

"Geralt is acting rather out of sorts. He’s speaking strangely, he wanted to flee the party rather than investigate the source of the changes-”

“What changes?”

“Everyone sort of… Well, a good portion of the party guests suddenly transformed into their costumes,” Jaskier explains, his speech stunted by his disbelief. “I know it sounds incredible, and it was! One moment we were all enjoying the music and the next… there was a minotaur and a mermaid and a faun… Geralt went nearly mute and started clinging to my arm like some sort of aristocratic maiden!”

“Oh shit,” Yen groans.

“Who is that?” Geralt repeats. Jaskier continues to ignore his companion. He knows that the moment he turns his attention to caring for Geralt, he won’t be able to tear it away again, and he needs to finish this conversation with Yennefer first.

“Why are you swearing?” he asks the sorceress. “What is it?”

“Geralt asked me for advice about this stupid ball a few days ago, while you were busy making arrangements with the Duke. He wanted to impress you with his All Hallow’s Eve costume and prove that he could be just as fancy and well-mannered as all the other men of your status.”

“Why in the world would Geralt want to dress up and act like a nobleman? It makes no sense! He detests small talk, he hates vanity, and he finds most men of my station to be cowardly and overly delicate - myself included! I just- I don’t quite understand why he’d go through all of this just to impress me. Or why he thinks this kind of thing would be impressive in the first place.”

“Jaskier, please tell me that you aren’t as stupid as our mutually beloved Witcher…”

Jaskier considers for a moment, pondering the things that he does to impress Geralt: gathering wood, learning to cook with game meat, preparing the Witcher’s potion ingredients while he's out on hunts, organizing their packs when they're spiking camp, brushing Roach’s mane… Realization dawns suddenly and all at once. He has a moment of pure understanding, a moment much beloved by every poet, bard, and playwright across the Continent: “Oh.”

Yennefer gives a tired laugh. “Yeah.”

“So he’s stuck as… a noble?”

“I suppose,” she sighs. “I’ll portal you to my location and we can figure things out in peace. Get your things together, I’ll open it up in precisely five minutes.”

“What’s happening!?” Geralt demands. Jaskier pulls the Witcher/Count to his feet and bows shallowly.

“I am Jaskier Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove. I will be your protector and chaperone for the foreseeable future, Your Lordship,” Jaskier bows shallowly. “I’m going to gather our things together and then we are going to meet up with a very lovely sorceress, Yennefer of Vengerberg.”

“Is she a friend of yours?”

Jaskier barely manages to hide his surprise at Geralt’s utter lack of recognition. His memories of Yennefer have also been taken, then.

“She’s a mutual friend.”

“Are you my friend?”

“I would like to think so,” Jaskier smiles. Geralt remains oblivious to the bard’s heartache, even as he curls himself against Jaskier. He tucks his face against Jaskier’s shoulder and sobs quietly. The bard runs his hands comfortingly up and down Geralt’s spine for a long, soothing moment. The smooth, royal-blue velvet tickles his fingertips. “Shh, dear heart. I’ve got you. Everything will be alright, I swear.”

“I trust you,” Geralt whispers.

Just as Jaskier is about to reply, Yennefer’s portal snaps open in the center of the room. Jaskier hands Geralt a set of bags and hauls his own over his shoulder. “Time to go, Your Lordship. Just take one little step…”

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“Do you know who I am?” Yennefer asks. Geralt shakes his head before burying his face in the back of Jaskier’s shoulder-blade.

“I’m so frightened, Milord.”

Frightened? Milord? Yennefer mouths. Jaskier shrugs nearly imperceptibly and makes a panicked gesture in the Witcher’s general direction.

“I don’t know what to do either!”

“Well, start from the beginning. Tell me what happened at the party before all of… this.”

Jaskier recounts every detail he can remember in the most straightforward way possible, momentarily renouncing his poetic skills in favor of efficiency - for Geralt’s sake, of course, not Yennefer’s. When he's finished he asks: “And you said he did all of this to impress me?”

“Yes.”

“But why?” Jaskier repeats his earlier question. Yennefer understands that his meaning is different; Jaskier understands that Geralt is interested in him romantically, but the bard can't seem to get it through his head that Geralt has deemed him worthy. Although, knowing the Witcher, he isn't even sure how to go about doing such a thing in the first place.

"I just... I don’t quite believe you," he adds.

“He loves you,” Yennefer reiterates. "And now he’s stuck like this until the effects of the spell wear off, so I suggest you take his precious Lordship to one of my spare rooms and make yourselves comfortable. I’ll see you both for breakfast, providing the magic is null and void by then.”

“And if it isn’t?”

“I hope you enjoy small talk, you bardic bastard.”

Yennefer smirks and disappears from the room in a whirl of black and white silk, the scents of lilac and gooseberry curling through the air in her wake.

Geralt clings to Jaskier’s bicep again as the exhausted bard stands, keeping his larger body pressed against the human’s side as if Jaskier is the one who wields the Witcher’s swords. “So I’m under a spell?”

“Yes, darling.”

“At least I have you here to protect me, Jaskier. You’re so brave and strong; my hero!”

“It’s usually the other way around, dear heart, but I appreciate the sentiment. Now, how about we find a comfortable place to bed down for the night, Milord?”

"Alright."

Jaskier moves Geralt's hand so that it's curled around the inside of his elbow, the proper etiquette for a platonic escort, and leads him quickly down the long hallways of Yennefer's sprawling manor house. He chooses the blue-themed bedroom at the back of the East Wing, far from the sorceress' own suite of rooms.

He has to help Geralt change out of his lordly costume, the Witcher-turned-Count fumbling uselessly at the laces and buttons as if he'd never seen a fastening before in his life. Geralt whispers shyly as Jaskier pulls a nightshirt over his head: "Thank you again, Milord Jaskier. I feel as if I can't help but continue indebting myself to you."

"Think nothing of it, dear heart," Jaskier smiles, ignoring the pang in his chest. "I am happy to help you."

Jaskier tucks Geralt into bed before changing into his own nightclothes, tossing his things back into their travel bags as he swaps outfits. He feels Geralt tense up when he sits on the edge of the bed and his eyebrows narrow in concern.

"Are you alright, Geralt?"

"Are you going to share a bed with me?"

"Would you rather I didn't?" Jaskier answers with a question of his own.

"I... I wouldn't mind it if we shared."

Jaskier wishes he had Witcher sight, so he could catch a glimpse of the blush no doubt attempting to stain the Witcher's face. Despite the mutagens, Geralt's face still went pale pink when he encountered a strong emotion. It was adorable. And incredibly rare.

As soon as he pulls the covers over his chest, Geralt glues himself to Jaskier's side, snuggling close. "Feels safer," he says in lieu of explanation.

"Goodnight, dear heart."

"Goodnight."

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"Fuck," Geralt groans, sitting up in bed. Jaskier sits up beside him, wiping the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Good morning, Milord," he teases.

"Shut up," Geralt groans. Jaskier does get to see him blush this time, and the bard revels in it; he would trade all the gold in the world to see Geralt flush like this. "I can't believe I cried on you!"

"It was rather adorable, actually."

"Hmm."

"Still..." Jaskier reaches out, tentative, and cups Geralt's cheek with his palm. He turns the Witcher's face and locks their gazes together, blue meeting gold. "Still, I think I prefer you as you are. My big, strong Witcher who cares so much about defending the little guy. Willing to step in and help wherever and whenever he can."

Geralt's eyes get a little glassy and he leans forward, pausing and letting Jaskier make the final decision. The bard meets him halfway, pressing his lips against Geralt's without any sense of urgency at all. It's warm and sweet, time fading away as they let their feelings pour through this one simple gesture. When they pull apart again, Geralt gives a surprised, lopsided smile. "Oh."

#geraskier #geraskier fluff #a very bouncey halloween #geraskier first kiss #geraskier and buffy #btvs au #geraskier fluff and silliness #curses #cursed geralt #nobleman geralt #yennefer was there #bamf jaskier #competent jaskier

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hottestnonhumantournament · 1 year

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Round 3 Masterpost

Group One (Finished)

-Milo Belladonna VS Symbiosis (Winner: Milo) -Oz VS Sissix Seshkethet (Winner: Sissix) -Fjord VS The Minotaur (Winner: Fjord) -Crowley VS Geralt (Winner: Crowley) Group Two (Finished) -Tali'Zorah VS Xenomorph (Winner: Tali'Zorah) -Poison Ivy VS Mazikeen (Winner: Poison Ivy) -Cybersix VS Gabriel (Winner: Gabriel) -Gwendolyn VS Radu (Winner: Gwendolyn) Group Three (Finished) -Hexxus VS Godzilla (Winner: Hexxus) -Aaravos VS Vash (Winner: Vash) -Shirou Ogami VS Bowser (Winner: Shirou) -Roxanne Wolf VS Robin Hood (Winner: Robin Hood) Group Four (Finished) -Bigby Wolf VS Spock (Winner:Spock) -Dream VS GLaDOS (Winner: Dream) -Legolas VS The Terminator (Winner: Legolas) -Alucard VS Nick Valentine (Winner: Alucard)

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roughentumble · 2 years

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jaskier as a minotaur-esque figure(obviously nonhuman from birth, trapped in a dungeon/labyrinth for it by his father), whom eventually geralt is given a contract to kill, but he dreams of adventure and freedom and instead of the end everyone knows, geralt frees him instead, takes jaskier with him as a companion

#ive talked abt this concept w/ afriend but now i want it to be a post #witcher tag #ogc tag

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guard-dogbiscuits · 2 years

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Gaming History

Red Dead Redemption: too many cores for my ADHD ass to keep track of. Annoying. (Also, horses keep running off cliffs...)

Witcher 1: I lack the hand-eye coordination to strike fast enough when the cursor turns into that flaming sword thing. At least I'm making progress. Might even be fun, once I can get Geralt past the first batch of thugs...

Assassins Creed Odyssey: I beat the game to the point where Kassandra has her family back together. Then I restarted, keeping all gear and levels. Now I'm back at the Conquest Battle from Hell and after the restart, all Conquests are Difficult Level. I need to get past this fight before I even think about taking on the Minotaur, Medusa, and Hades. *grumbles in corner*

Dragon Age: Origins, DA 2...Tried both, not my thing. *Restarts Inquisition for a bit of mindless, relaxing fun. (Except for that one fucking rift with the four fucking Pride Demons)*

#ooc

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angrenwen · 2 years

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Masterlist 2.0

What Society MUST Learn and What MUST Change

What Society NEEDS to Learns and What NEEDS to Change

BOOST

HistorySideofTumblr

What the Victors Never Tell You

Wholesome and Delightful

Cute

Mr. Rogers

HA!

J.R.R. Tolkien

LOTR

LOTR and Hobbit

The Hobbit

The Shire

Hammerlings

Haded Khuzd Barafazrâf

Thorin Oakenshield

Dís

Dwarrowdam

Mirkwood

Elvenking

Legolas

Bard the Bowman

Luke Evans

Imladris

Elrond

Rohan

Gondor

Harry Potter

Wizard Spells

Potions

PotterCannon

Gryffindor

Minerva McGonagall

Weasley

Hermione

Marauders

House of Potter

Remus Lupin

Rubeus Hagrid

Hufflepuff

Tonks

Hufflepuff and Pukwudgie

Ravenclaw

Luna Lovegood

Slytherin

Malfoy

Severus Snape

Slytherin and Hufflepuff

House of Black

Fantastic Beasts

Ilvermorny

Diné

Wampus

Pukwudgie

Credence Barebone

Percival Graves

MACUSA

Scamander Family

Theseus Scamander

Goldstein

Magical Schools

Mahoutokoro

Vølurheim

Beast of the Week

Wixen

Rustic and Vintage Literature

Victorian Esque

Corvi et Tenebrae Academici

Christmas and Winter

Cotagium Apricus Coboli

Nature

Woodlore

Flowers

Ceilteach Tíortha

Fae agus Sidhe

Selkie

Éire

Wolfwalkers

Song of the Sea

Scotland

Norðurlönd

MadsMikkelsen

Clash of the Titans

Rogue One

Yule

Fatnaður

Matur og Matargerð

Vættr

Maghreb Mashriq and India

CherishYourWomen

Ghza غذا

Almalabis Walkataan الملابس والكتان

Makhluqat مخلوقات

Naga

Zban زبان

Afsāna افسانہ

The Quarter

Animal Lore

Greek Ελληνικά

Pántheo πάνθεο

Gryphons

Centaur

Satyr and Faun

Dryad

Percy Jackson

Minotaur

Dragons

Nighthowlers

Batlings

Elves and Elfin Folk

Hammerlings

Ork ek Rusmak

MerMay

Mothlings

Children’s Literature

Redwall

Salamandastron

Foxwood Tales

Beatrix Potter

Brambly Hedge

Moomin’s Valley

DnD and W.O.W

Plague Doctors

Octavian

Davos Seaworth

FandomTrek

House of Sarek

Cinema

What Hollywood Needs to Remember

Marvel

Tom Hiddleston

Loki

Thor

Steve Rogers

Steve and Bucky

Bucky Barnes

Peggy Carter

Peter Parker

Tony Stark

Nick Fury

Natasha Romanov

Hawkeye

Henry Cavill

Syverson

Geralt of Rivia

Enola Holmes

Walter Marshall

Tom Hardy

Michael Fassbender

David Bowie

V for Vendetta

Disney and Pixar

Raya and the Last Dragon

FandomLock

Poirot

Granada Holmes

FandomWho

Broadchurch

SuperWhoLock

FandomWars

Kingsman

Kingsman and Bond

James Bond

Knights

Statesman

Agent Whiskey

Pedro Pascal

House of Martell

Anime

Ghibli and Miyazaki

HMC

Boku no Hero Academia

Kacchako

Fatgum

Kakuriyo no Yadomeshi

3 Gatsu no Lion

Kimetsu no Yaiba鬼滅の刃

Rokuhoudou Yotsuiro Biyori

The Legend of Hei

Bakemono no Ko

Pokemon

ATLA

Hozuki no Reitetsu

Hōjin邦人

Shokuhin to Keishoku食品と軽食

Sushi寿司

Menrui 麺類

Soba そば

Udon うどん

Ramenラーメン

Konbini to Jidō Hanbaikiコンビニと自動販売機

Bento to Teishokuお弁当と定食

Onigiri おにぎり

PanPan to Sandos

Wagashi to Oyatsu和菓子とやおやつ

Higashi干菓子

Ame Okashi飴お菓子

Dezātoデザート

Kakigōri to Hyōka かき氷と氷菓

Nomimono飲み物

Nihonshu

Nabemono鍋物

Odenおでん

Nihon no Bara

Nihon Bijutsu日本美術

Jiin

Sentōki

Sumou-tori相撲取り

Bushi武士

Yakuzaヤクザ

Heiki兵器

Teppō

Kyūdō

Gengo言語

Irui to Fuzokuhin衣類と付属品

Kiseru

Yokai to Ayakashi妖怪とあやかし

Natsume Yuujinchou

Inoshishi

Tengu

Zhōng Guó中国

Měi Shí美食

Food

Bidhe on Rìoghachd Aonaichte

Time for Tea

Bracaist Slán

Meat

Pork Belly

BBQ Platter

Southern Comfort Food

Diner Dishes

Küche

Africa

Ukutya

Mangiare

Kankoku韓国

Pastries

Pies and Cakes

Thai and Malay

South East Asian Cuisine

Kouzína

Seafood

Vegetarian

Chocolates Candies and Sweets

Relationship Dynamics

Omegaverse

My Name Is….

RomaAreEqual

Harley Quinn

Wonder Woman

WarriorWomen

Princes and Kings

Kim Possible

Phantom

LesMis

Religion

Education

#Masterlist

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