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Guys, look! I made a gif!

I know there must be so many of these already but gawd damn is he hot.

From his stream (22 Dec, 2020)

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Reunited (Malfoy imagine)

Keep in mind that I don't know what happened after or during the battle (haven't rewatched the last movies yet. So I don't remember (don't judge meh))

She and Draco were close. Incredibly close. But before the war with the Dark Lord began, she was forced to go to the other side of the planet. Her parents were worried that she would get hurt or worse, killed.

They had no choice.

She went to another school of magic, finished with high grades and became one of the most popular kids in the said school.

Did it bring her joy? Sure, a little but she missed a certain someone.

She missed the person that could make her laugh, the person that would give her a reason to live, the person who made her more than just a Slytherin.

Then the day had come where the war had ended. Word spread fast about the Dark Lord's death and how Harry Potter had killed him.

A few days after finding out, she had to go back to Hogwarts. She had to see Draco Malfoy. So her family decided to go back to London.

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I stood in front of the ruins of Hogwarts. There were people fixing the place up: some lifted heavy objects with magic, some were building up the walls again and some were sweeping.

I recognized a few faces. They had grown visably older.

I fixed my skirt and hair and made my way to the entrance of the castle, where the famous Harry Potter stood, observing the broken place.

I stood next to him, looking up at the high walls.

"You know," I began, "I don't think that simply staring at the ruins is gonna fix it, Potter."

He turned to me and smiled before hugging me.

I can't say that I and Potter were close. I used to make fun of him every now and then with Draco. Sometimes I helped him study though.

"Did you miss me?" I chuckled as I hugged back.

"Nah." He replied and let out a small laugh.

We let go of each other and just stared at each other.

"Too bad." I smiled and he nodded.

I shuffled my feet awkwardly and started to play with the fabric of my shirt.

"Uh-, Harry?" I said as he turned away from me and back a the ruins.

"Yeah?" His quiet voice replied.

"I'm sorry for being mean to you in my younger years." I apologized, knowing damn well that he probably wouldn't forgive me.

"Yeah. That was quite stupid, huh?" Harry nodded.

I smiled awkwardly.

"Where is everyone else?" I asked.

"Most are with their families, some are helping out at Hogwarts, and some..." He trailed off, looking at the sky.

"Oh..." Was all I could say.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

He nodded and wiped a tear from his eye.

"It was all for the greater good, right? At least they didn't die for nothing." He said with hope in his voice.

I nodded and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

A few moments passed with us just standing there, paying respect to the dead.

Then I decided to ask the question. The question that would lead me to the reason why I was back.

"Harry?" I asked, removing my hand from his body and letting it fall limp to my side.

He nodded for me to finish and looked at me.

"Do you happen to know where Draco Is?"

He frowned and turned away.

For a second I believed that he wouldn't answer me but he did.

"He's somewhere around here. Trying to make it up to Hogwarts and everyone he treated wrong." Harry replied.

My eyes lit up.

He's here.

I grinned and then the words set in and the grin fell.

"He joined the wrong side, didn't he?"

Harry didn't reply. Just stayed quiet and ignored me.

"Right. I'll go find him then. Forgive me." I excused myself and left him behind as I entered the old building, stepping over rubble and broken glass.

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It took me a while to locate the Slytherin boy but when I found him, I couldn't find any words.

He had grown up to be a handsome man in a black suit.

He was sitting in the great hall where the feasts took place and where the most gorgeous Christmas trees were decorated every year. One of the only places where every student from every house came together.

I stared at Malfoy as he was sitting, using magic to sweep the floor with a broom.

What bothered me most about what I was seeing was the fact that he was emotionally drained. Totally empty. Only sadness covered his face.

The place was almost entirely empty. Just a few other students lingering around the big room, helping with the cleaning.

I walked up to Draco and offered a small smile when he turned his eyes to me and froze.

Then the broom fell with a loud clatter, which made the dust fly up and me flinch.

He lifted his head from his hand that he was leaning it on and stood up slowly.

Tears started to build up in my eyes and before I knew it, everything was blurry.

I tried to wipe my eyes with my sleeves but that didn't stop more tears from appearing.

Malfoy made his way to me, closing the few meter gap between us and softly grabbed my face, tilting up for him to see.

"I missed you so much." He whispered, a tear falling on top of my head.

Tears were running down my face and as he let out a small shaky breath and sniffed, I could tell that he was crying as well.

I then hugged him, wrapping my arms around his torso and let out the sounds of sadness that were shaking to get out of me.

He hugged me back and held me tight, hugging me as close to him as he could without breaking me.

I didn't dare use my voice and instead hugged him tighter to let him know that I missed him too.

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I made this OC of mine.

Ignore the badge thingy... I know it's shit, just couldn't bothered to draw the details.

First thought I would make her a Slytherin but the green didn't look good on her haha.

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Skins

So...

I discovered the teen series "Skins" this year (2020) during quarantine and I am in tears every other episode.

I can't emotionally take it but at the same time, I can't not watch it either.

Why does it have to be so sad?? And how the hell did everyone else finish watching it??

All in all I love it.

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Jaskier imagine

Word count: 1621

A/N: Nothing special. Just Jaskier and reader arguing. And me getting my daily writing practice out of it.

"It's sooo warm. I feel like I will melt if I don't find a pool of cold water soon enough," Jaskier complains. You groan.

"If you complain that it's hot one more time, I will give you a reason to sweat!" You yell at Jaskier as you point a finger at him, your face red with anger.

"Well depends on what you have in mind," he replies as he looks at you from the corner of his eyes with a small smirk.

But soon he regrets his words as you pick up a pebble and throw it at him as strong as you manage. He shrieks and hides behind Geralt.

"Oi! Don't throw stuff at me! You're lucky I didn't get hurt, otherwise, you'd have Geralt to deal with. Right, Geralt?" Jaskier says and looks at Geralt with a smug look on him but notice that Geralt wasn't looking at either one of you but looking straight up ahead.

"Uuh, Geralt? What are you looking at, Geralt?" He says after a short silence.

You look in the direction Geralt is looking at and see a small but terrifying creature hanging from the tree ahead.

"Do not. Move." Geralt finally says.

"Okay. Not moving."

You glare at him and stay quiet.

"I can talk though, right?" He asks after a moment.

"Sure, Jaskier. Go right ahead. I'm sure that won't attract any more of that monster's attention to us." You reply sarcastically.

"Wha-?!" Jaskier exclaims and gets hit with an apple.

Geralt sighs and draws his sword before looking at you two and shaking his head.

"I didn't move." You say and shrug, "Jaskier here is the one who got hit with an apple and moved."

"Ye and I would throw one at you as well if I weren't so... Afraid of your temper. You know, it really isn't a good look on you." Jaskier says and you feel your anger rising again.

"One of these days, I will kill you in your sleep." You reply to him.

"Yeah, sure, whatever you say Y/N," he says and smirks before getting hit with two more apples. He shrieks again and runs to hide behind you.

"But do protect me and my lute, please." He whispers.

You roll your eyes and prepare your daggers.

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We need all Jaskier songs in full versions on Spotify! I can't live without those songs anymore! He has cast a spell on me with his voice and I am already single as fuck and he is making me wish I met someone as cool as him and it is killing me inside because I know it is not possible.

That is all... I just really need those songs on Spotify... And I really need a boyfriend.

Bye.

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A sad Jaskier imagine

WARNING! READ AT YOUR OWN WILL.

A/N: I haven't seen any sad Jaskier imagines/fanfics and I really wanted one so I accepted that small challenge myself and made one. I know I could have also requested someone make one but they always take so long (in my opinion).

Backstory: Geralt, Jaskier and the female character (could be you, could be someone else, I didn't name them) were on their journey from one town to another and Geralt being Geralt went through nature. The woman wanted a break and so they did and then a monster came and attacked them. During the fight, Jaskier jumped in front of Geralt to save him and got wounded.

Word count: 4335

"I-I can't stop it. I'm sorry," I cry as I try to stop the bleeding, "I am so sorry. This is all my fault."

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay. Just breathe," He says and grabs my now bloody hand, "You don't have to be sorry for anything. I've got you."

I cry and look at the hole in his stomach, blood gushing out of it with no way to stop it. I wipe my cheeks with my free hand but that proves to be a useless move as new tears wet them again.

I look up at Geralt who just stands a few meters away from me and Jaskier. His face shows sadness but the way that he's just standing there and watching Jaskier slowly bleed out makes me beyond angry.

"Do something, Geralt of fucking Rivia! Aren't you supposed to be the greatest witcher this continent has yet seen?! I thought you at least considered him a friend of yours! Could you please just try to fix him?!" I plead with anger evident in my voice.

I feel Jaskier grab my hand with both of his hands and I turn my attention to him, my hair flying into my face.

He offers me a small smile but grimaces from the pain that is souring through his body.

"Hey, at least I now know the pain that you women go through every month." He says With a small chuckle.

"Jaskier now is not the time for jokes," I say, swallowing my cries of pain. This is gonna be the last joke he'll ever make.

He smiles at the sentence of mine for a split second before coughing up dark red blood.

"Geralt, please. Please at least try." I plead quietly, my hair sticking onto my face with the wet tears. I lean my forehead against Jaskier's and my hands. "Please," I whisper.

Geralt grunts quietly and a few moments later I hear him rummaging through his satchel. I lift my head in hope and see him pull out a few small bottles full of dark liquors. At that moment Jaskier's hands start to slowly relax and let go of my hand.

"Oh no Jaskier! Do not give up yet. Geralt will heal you. Jaskier? Geralt, he's slipping away! What are those? Will these heal him?" I ask with hope heavy in my voice.

"Maybe." He answers in his dark manly voice that makes you think he doesn't care about anything in this world other than his survival.

Geralt goes to the other side of Jaskier and gets down on one knee next to the now limp body. He opens one of the bottles with pulling the cork off with his teeth. He then proceeds to pour half of the dark magical drink onto Jaskier's wound.

"Help me lift him so I'd be able to get to the other side of the wound." He says and we lift the limp Jaskier's body up together so he's reclining, which I doubt is any good for him right now.

The witcher pours the remaining of the bottle onto Jaskier's back and we lean him back onto the ground softly. I notice the wound sizzling and turning dark blue.

"Geralt?! Is this normal?" I ask with still tears in my eyes and my vision a little damned.

Geralt hums in agreement and spits the other bottle's cork out of his mouth and onto the forest ground. He lifts Jaskier's head just a tiny bit and pours the slightly goopy liquid into his mouth, this time the whole bottle.

I take a hold of Jaskier's hand and hope. Hope for the best. Hope that he wakes up and will be alright.

For a few minutes, nothing happens so I turn to the now blue wound.

"Should we bandage his... Holes?" I ask quietly.

"Nah."

I nod and press my head against the dying man's chest but hear no heartbeat. Tears start pouring out of my eyes once again and I sit back up, looking at the witcher before me.

He looks at me with a sad expression and stands back up slowly after patting Jaskier's chest with his hand.

My brain registers that Jaskier is really gone and I can't help but start wailing loudly. I hug Jaskier's now breathless but still warm body close and cry for hours.

By the time I stop crying Geralt has put up a small campfire and is roasting some meat above it. I sniffle.

"How can you eat after Jaskier just died?" I ask with my voice hoarse and quiet.

He looks up at me from the meat.

"Just because he is dead, doesn't mean that we are. We still need food to survive." He answers with a sigh.

I nod and look back at Jaskier. Or rather what is still left of Jaskier. Another tear slips from my eye.

"I guess you're right," I answer Geralt.

As I slowly stand up and am about to let go of Jaskier's hand, I feel his grip tightening around my fingers.

I freeze and my breathing gets faster. It can't be.

"Hey, don't leave a wounded man to fend for himself on the cold hard ground."

Jaskier.

I look at Jaskier lying there with his eyes half open and his chapped lips, that were starting to turn purple, in a small smirk.

I drop to the ground with a loud thump, not caring about the pain that it caused to run through my legs.

"You're alive?" I ask, not believing my eyes nor ears.

"Hm. Of course, I am." He says tiredly. I grin.

"Oh, Jaskier, you crazy son of a-!" I yell in happiness and hug him, "I thought you died! I mean you did! But how are you back alive?" I ask, not really hoping for the man to answer me.

I turn to look at Geralt. "Did you know about this the whole time??" I yell at him. He looks at me with meat hanging from his lips for a few moments. Then he shrugs.

I throw daggers at him with my eyes and turn back to Jaskier who was staring at me this whole time.

"Didn't know you cared about me that much. If I had known, I wouldn't have jumped in front of Geralt to protect him." He says slowly.

I let out a small laugh of joy.

"You crazy bastard."

A/N: I am sorry for the tiny roller coaster story. I couldn't end one of my first imagines on a sad note. I did plan on ending it sad but I just couldn't do it to you guys... To me... Mostly to you...

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A Jaskier fanfic.

A/N: I'm not good at fanfictions yet but I am hoping on improving myself slowly. Nobody gets good at something overnight, am I right?

I decided to give this a shot. It isn't gonna be the best one I have made and I know that there are lots of things I could and should change in this short story but I really like The Witcher and Jaskier's character in it. I haven't yet read the books but I will get to that soon as well.

Anyway, hopefully, you'll enjoy this little fanfic made by me. If not then that is fine. Totally fine.

Word count: 4005

Summary/ introduction: You're Jaskier's friend (I'd say female but I guess that is up to you to choose) who decides to have a party for Jaskier's birthday to cheer him up after him having returned from the journey to protect the dragon and whatnot.

You're sitting in a tavern, behind a desk that is in the corner, your back against the wall. Jaskier is sitting next to you talking about his adventures with the now-famous witcher, Geralt of Rivia.

About two days ago he had returned from the adventure that involved the dragon and its egg. He had been so sad when he returned that he didn't even properly greet you, just booked a room for himself and stayed there for the whole day.

Lucky for him, you worked at the inn he decided to stay at and knew that his birthday was coming up in the near days. So you had decided to plan a party for him at the town's tavern.

So now people were pooling in, some came to greet Jaskier for living another year and some came to just enjoy the party.

You were half-listening to Jaskier, your eyes focused on his face. Everything about him was fascinating to you: his voice, his musical abilities, his humour, his eyes, etc. His eyes were as mesmerizing as his voice.

You realise he is finishing the last of his stories. Sadness visible in his eyes but he still smiles after finishing his story.

You sigh as he stops talking and just stares at the jug of ale in his hands, turning the jug around and around. You pick up your cup of ale and raise it to your mouth but don't drink from it. You lift the jug towards Jaskier and say: "Happy birthday. Be it a late wish or an early one, I hope you'll have many more adventures coming up in the future. Doesn't matter if the journey leads you to the end of the continent or to the nearest pit of mud and shit. It'll still be an adventure."

You grin as you see him observing you while making the simple toast. Sure it wasn't the best toast you have ever made but it was still a toast worth making. And you were proud of the one you just made.

He gives you a sincere smile and lifts his ale and pumps it into yours.

"Cheers." He says and finishes his drink, as do you.

***skipping a few hours***

You laugh as Jaskier falls back into his seat next to you and almost falls sideways onto you. You lean him back and he laughs with you.

"I brought us more ale! Let us drink away our sorrows and drink to have a pleasant evening!" He yells over the chatter going on in the tavern so you'd hear him better.

You grin, already being drunk enough to be swaying from one side to the other without even noticing it yourself.

"So we shall Jaskier!" You yell back.

So you two drink and talk and laugh for another hour. Almost the whole town is there to drink and have fun. You're sure there are even people outside of the building drinking and the bathrooms must be occupied to no end.

Suddenly someone comes over and interrupts your and Jaskier's conversation.

"Aye, bard, play us a song! One of those catchy songs of yours!" The man says, an ale in his hand and a giggling woman next to her.

Jaskier looks at you with his lips turned downwards in surprise and nods once.

"I've no problem playing for people who wish to hear my music." He says to the man and picks his lute up from the corner near your table, taking it out of its bag.

"Right, what kind of a music would you like, my good sir?" Jaskier asks the man as he stands up and tries to keep his balance.

Everyone was now silent and waiting for some music to dance to. The whole room was focused on him.

"Something that would be-" the man hiccups, "something that-" he hiccups again.

You roll your eyes and with an ale in your hand, you say rather loudly: "Let us dance! I am sure that some dancing is still missing from our party!"

Some ale manages to jump out of your jug and land on the floor and on your sleeve and you curse to yourself.

Everyone cheers to what you said and Jaskier laughs, holding his hands out in front of him to get people to calm down.

"Alright, alright! I'll play something suitable for this occasion." He says.

So Jaskier starts playing his lute and soon people are dancing and going crazy. You giggle as you watch people fall and stumble. Some even stand on the tables and dance.

Some folk dancing on the table in the middle of the big room notices you not dancing and beckons you over to her. You leave the ale behind on the table and stand up, stumbling past Jaskier and to the middle of the room. The woman helps you get up on the table and helps you get into the rhythm.

Soon you get more into the music and start dancing by yourself, using your hips and hands the best you can with the drunk mind of yours.

While you are dancing to the music, Jaskier stares at you with a small smile on his face. He's trying to memorize this moment the best that he can, hopefully remembering this tomorrow as well.

Him playing the music for the whole town. You dancing along to it on a table in a drunk state and still managing to be the most beautiful girl in the whole room.

He then realizes his thoughts. He fancies you. This whole time he viewed you as a friend of his but now, after this night, he hopes that maybe you and he could be more than friends one day.

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I know I would love a part 2 of this!

sweet melody - jaskier x reader

summary: being a princess isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. you have a lot of responsibilities, like attending terrible parties. however this party would prove not to be all that bad thanks to an unexpected gift from your father

pairing: jaskier x reader

warnings: [N/A]

fandom: the witcher

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So I made a small Daryl imagine. Word count being 1500.

PS! This is my first ever imagine I have made of Daryl and also the first one ever I have posted on Tumblr. I am hoping to get more into the fanfiction writing world.

"Can you hit him with your knife?" I ask Daryl as I look at Shane talking to Carl in the distance.

"I believe the technical term is stab." He answers and looks at me with an annoyed look on his face. I've been talking to him for the past half an hour, most of it I talked about Shane.

"Yeah, well whatever it is called, can you just do it? I can't stand the jerk." I say as I look away from Daryl and back at Shane who was laughing with Carl. Probably telling him another one of his 'stories'.

Daryl shrugs next to me, the vest he's wearing rubbing against the tree bark he is leaning against. "He might be a jerk but he knows how to survive, we need him." He says.

I turn my attention fully to Daryl and roll my eyes, "Yeah okay, we need him. But you don't. You're the annoying little fly that just won't die and keeps buzzing around the house." I say, not really knowing what exactly I am saying, as usual.

Daryl raises his brows, "A fly? You think I'm annoying?" He asks. I think for a second. "Not what I was trying to say but sureeee, you're annoying."

I see the clear annoyance on his face and grin wide.

"To me, you seem the annoying one," Daryl replies to me and stands up straight, getting ready to walk away but I scoff at him.

"Yeah alright. Call the one who is the happiest of all the annoying one." I reply and cross my arms on my chest. "Asshole," I add under my breath, look at the ground and play with a rock under my foot.

He is right though, I am the annoying one.

Daryl stops in his steps and turns halfway towards me. "Hey, I didn't mean it in a bad way. Sometimes annoying people help keep others sane." And with that, he walks away.

I look at his back as he is walking. So I am the annoying glue of the group? Cool.

I then think of what else there is to do today but my brain tells me there is nothing really available. So I go and search for Maggie.

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That's all

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She may be a bit homeless 🤔

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Am i the only one that feels like the joker after having watched the new movie? Because it has been going on for like a week now... I kind of love the feeling

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He cute

Heath Ledger✨

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So me hehe

Clown brain: I want to make friends within this fandom so I should follow more blogs and interact with them.

Arthur brain: I am shy and stupid. This goal in unachievable.

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I decided to start making magnets out of wood and I think they are quite cute looking 😄

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