#hidden lovers

[canisalbus]

I found your art like right before you started featuring Vasco more prominently in the lore, and seeing the focus shift from "This sad wet cat of a dog man priest is doomed by the narrative" to "this sad wet cat of a dog man priest has a sunshiny gay lover who is his world" has been a fun trip lol

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[dramashii]

It's chilly today. A warm soak is good for your health.

ARE YOU THE ONE (2024) | Ep 21

[mvshortcut]

In another world, the Mysterious Benedict Society lost and the Improvement went ahead as planned. Now, MASTER Ledroptha Curtain must face his toughest challenge yet: The Internet...

[shadowgast-recs-weekly]

Hidden Gems 7: A Shadowgast Rec List

This week we have the 7th hidden gem rec list! Check under the cut for 8 fics that have less than 150 kudos, and don't forget to comment and kudos if you like them!

Moths and Marigolds by Foxtrot66 (1741, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Major Character Death

The Clay family welcomes Essek to The Blooming Grove, helping him through a tough time.

Reccer says: A soft, atmospheric and sad glimpse in the future of what Essek's life might be like. I keep coming back to re-read. On top of that the illustrations are absolutely beautiful!

An illusion and the real thing by AFractionIrrational (6376, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Imprisonment, Interrogation

Caleb Widogast is less persuasive in the throne room and first meets Essek Thelyss under different circumstances - as his prisoner.

Reccer says: A very compelling and interesting canon divergent AU with those early Shadowgast mutual manipulation vibes

The Dancers and the Dreamers by royalgreen (allyoop) (7671, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

The night has finally arrived: it is the Jester and Fjord wedding, an event with no surprises whatsoever. Definitely nothing silly. An absolutely completely normal wedding. There are no secrets and definitely no shenanigans.

Reccer says: It's a Shadowgast-Centric look at the Fjorester wedding, with a lot of Nein-typical shenanigans and a lot of fluff. A very cozy read!

Judgment & Justice by BurdensOfTomorrow (57477, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: past child abuse, referenced torture

The Trial of Trent Ikithon, former Archmage of Civil Influence.

Reccer says: I love this for the same reason I love highly specific AU's - the author is definitely bringing a lot of passion and experience into their writing, and with expert skill

Insinuation by JustNap (2502, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb and Essek have a very 'serious' talk about what is to come in the future.

Reccer says: This fic is so sweet, funny and heart-warming.

Coming in from the Cold by MorningBright (7165, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Panic attacks/disassociation

When Essek suffers a panic attack, Caleb helps him through it in a safe place and they discuss their complicated experiences with cold/snow. Set post-campaign 2.

Reccer says: It's sweet, amazing hurt/comfort

Running in the Rain by Luuuna03 (4637, General) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek didn't intend to break into Caleb's house, steal his food and fall asleep on his couch. It just sort of... happened...

Reccer says: Great fluff (and not just the cats)

Footsie by Northofthewall (2182, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek discovers touch can be magical, overwhelming, addictive, and maybe has a little downside.

Reccer says: Essek losing his ability to concentrate over the smallest touch is just *chef's kiss*

Aeor is for Lovers is an 18+ Shadowgast Discord server. The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. All fics, unless otherwise specified, will primarily feature Shadowgast. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ! Next week, we’ll be back with dark fics!

[monarchteen]

tired of working hard, let me be a romance girlie in peace. let me frolic in flower fields and watch romcoms all day and read about fictional couples and make playlists about my favourite characters and fantasize about falling in love.

[thecatcrew]

The void is always watching you… 👁️👁️

[yellowymellon]

There's a method to his madness.

[luciuscodedswedeboy]

Taika et al really committing to the “Ed is Jesus, Izzy is Judas” bit huh

[kissesforsatoru]

OBSESSIVE LOVERS INTERVIEW | 1k follower event !

ask a question, any question, and your yandere lover will respond !

about : this is a yandere themed event wherein you send me questions along with a character, and i answer them as if i’m the character.

rules : my regular rules still apply except: you can only request three characters per question, one question per ask, and all male characters are available for request. for any questions regarding the rules or details of the event, please send me an ask and i’ll clarify!

⤷ duration : 04.01 — 04.12 ⟶ ended

— event specific tag : 𓏲˖. obsessive lovers interview 𓂃 ⊹

about his gang members disrespecting his darling | ft. mikey, izana

about his darling saying he’s toxic | ft. mikey, izana, koko

about his darling being obsessed with him | ft. mikey, izana, naoto

about his darling being an undercover agent | ft. mikey, izana, koko

about baby trapping his darling | ft. mikey, izana, koko

about a rival gang kidnapping his darling | ft. mikey, izana, koko, baji

about having a love rival | ft. mikey, izana, koko

about darlings kid calling him dad | ft. mikey, izana, naoto

about his darling in an open marriage | ft. mikey, tan, rindou

about his darling being a highly protected | ft. mikey, izana, naoto

about his darling confession to him | ft. mikey, izana, rindou

about his darling running away | ft. mikey, izana, naoto

about his darlings boyfriend being abusive | ft. mikey, izana, koko

about his darling feeling unsafe at home | ft. mikey, izana, koko

about his darlings parents kicking them out | ft. mikey, izana, rindou

about his darling wanting to get revenge | ft. mikey, izana, naoto

about his darling being his exact opposite | ft. mikey, baji, sanzu

about his darling wanting matching tattoos | ft. mikey, izana, koko

about his darling being his sibling's friend | ft. mikey, izana, rindou

about his darling thinking he's cheating | ft. mikey, izana, koko

about his darling being clingy | ft. mikey, izana, baji

about his darling pretend proposing | ft. mikey, izana, rindou

about his darling having a secret child | ft. mikey, ran, hanma

about his darling wanting a hug | ft. mikey, koko, baji

about his darling wearing his gang uniform | ft. mikey, izana, koko

about his darling willingly coming with him | ft. mikey, izana, koko

about his darling liking his sibling more | ft. mikey, ran, naoto

about someone pushing his darling | ft. izana, sanzu, ran

about his darling being a quiet moaner | ft. izana, baji, wakasa

about his darling preferring someone over him | ft. koko, sanzu

about his darling liking possessiveness | ft. koko, baji, wakasa

about his darling being a romantic | ft. baji, kazutora, chifuyu

about his darling blatantly disobeying him | ft. baji, mitsuya, wakasa

about his darling being socially anxious | ft. baji, hanma, nahoya

about his darling always dressing up | ft. baji, sanzu, wakasa

about his darling being a needy brat | ft. baji, hanma, draken

about his darling preferring a different clothing brand | ft. mitsuya

about meeting his darling at a club | ft. rindou, wakasa, ran

about his darling cheating on him | ft. rindou, sanzu, ran

about his darling wanting to break up | ft. wakasa

about his darling keeping notes about his weird behaviors | ft. mitsuya, kakucho, shinichirou

about giving his darling arousal chocolate | ft. baji, koko, wakasa, shinichirou, mitsuya

about his darling believing that marriage ruins relationships | ft. mikey, izana, rindou

about his darling making an escape attempt but coming back | ft. mikey, izana, koko

about his darling's parents telling them to break up with him | ft. baji, mitsuya, wakasa

about his darling already dating someone he respects | ft. mikey, izana, rindou

about how he'd make his darling pay for an assassination | ft. mikey, rindou, koko

about walking in on his darling struggling to masterbate | ft. mikey, baji, wakasa

about his darling wanting him to quite being in a gang | ft. mikey, izana, koko

about his darling thinking jt was a one-night he stand | ft. rindou, sanzu, ran

about his darling being jumped while he's in jail | ft. izana, ran, kakucho

about how he’d fuck his darling for the first time | ft. mikey, baji, wakasa

about his darling forgetting their marriage promise | ft. mikey, izana, rindou

about someone smashing cake in his darlings face | ft. mikey, baji, sanzu

about his darling's parents arranging a marriage | ft. mikey, izana, sanzu

about his darling having a comfort stuffed animal | ft. mikey, izana, sanzu

about his darling being insecure without their glasses | ft. izana, baji, ran

© 2023 by kissesforsatoru━all rights reserved. plagiarism is strictly prohibited. comments, likes, and reblog are highly appreciated.

[jojo-schmo]

Metadede Week Day 2: “First Meeting”

I thought working together would be a one-time occurrence

But here we are years later still dancing around each other

Repeating some of the same motions

But their meaning has changed

Song: “Infinity Repeating” by Daft Punk

[thoughts-left-unspoke]

[sentientsky]

here, have a quick lil fem!crowley sketch (w/ ichor tears bc i adore angst, apparently)

[seatawinan]

[okaywhatabouthades]

If they ask me if I ever loved someone

I'll say no.

I once had a crush on someone, even now when I look at him I am reminded of that time and what I felt for him.

I have many friends that I don't talk to anymore, simply because with time we stopped talking. But whenever I think of them I can't help but dwelve on the passage of time and find myself missing what we had.

These feelings are not the same as loving someone and yet they do not fade away, not completely anyway.

I love you and when you love someone your love does not dwindle, if there's one attribute of love that must be the same for everyone, it is that despite being able to, you do not walk out of love. You choose to stay. Day after day, whether they wed someone else, whether they make a family that does not include you or die.

So there is no past tense for love.

I have never loved someone before but I love you.

And I'll never have "loved" you.

My love for you will never be a past tense.

I choose that.

[shadowgast-recs-weekly]

Hidden Gems 6: A Shadowgast Rec List

This week, we have the 6th hidden gems grab bag! Check out under the cut for 9 fics that have less than 150 kudos and cover a wide range of genres, and don't forget to kudos and comment if you like them!

Perfection by Defira (330, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Through the luxon, drow spend lifetimes reaching for perfection. Essek has already found it.

Reccer says: I liked it!

Burn to Gold and Crumble Away by The_Hybrid (1526, General) Reccer's Content Notes: Major Character Death

It's a funeral fic for the m9 set in the future.

Reccer says: It's sweet.

How to Rest by eeveev (14420, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

After Aeor, after making their feelings clear, Caleb is in Rexxentrum and Essek is on the run. Still, they find ways to be together. or Six months in the lives of wizards falling in love.

Reccer says: Cute!

Dawn by Allinna (2950, General) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

a really short and sweet dive into essek's canon story arc, themed around the sun

Reccer says: the sun is caleb!!! the darkness and light imagery!!

Love in Creation by LuckyOwlsFoot (1662, General) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek works on a project for Jester's wedding

Reccer says: A sweet and tender moment, some fun worldbuilding, and that feeling that if you start something even before there's any hint of a need of it, you might finish in time felt so real.

we'll be gone just like the gentle breeze of yesterday by quinn_of_aebradore (3351, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek Thelyss is many things: a master of dunamancy, a scholar of the arcane renowned across Exandria, and rather skilled when it comes to the theft of magical artifacts. The third, unfortunately, puts him in the path of Caleb Widogast, another talented thief. When social circumstance pushes them to complete their latest heist together, Essek finds his carefully maintained house of cards beginning to crumple and his orbit drawn ever closer to Caleb's.

Reccer says: It's a delicious crime/thief AU that hits all of the right notes - rivals, having to pretend closeness, secrets and mystery

Cascade Effect by firefright (6867, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Omegaverse

Essek follows the Nein into Aeor, where the already daunting task of saving the world is further complicated by yet another twist in his and Caleb's fractured relationship.

Reccer says: A wip continuation of an already wonderful a/b/o series

come back to me (i've been waiting patiently) by glossolali (1286, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: disassociation, ptsd

Memory overtakes Caleb, but Essek is at his side.

Reccer says: Soft and cozy and tender

Whiskey Waltz by echoplexx (1742, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

During an evening of merriment with the Mighty Nein, Caleb convinces Essek to dance. Post-main campaign, pre M9 reunited.

Reccer says: A sweet and lovely moment between the two of them

Aeor is for Lovers is an 18+ Shadowgast Discord server. The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. All fics, unless otherwise specified, will primarily feature Shadowgast. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ! Next week, we’ll be back with fake relationships!

[dapandapod]

Reaching

Hello there! You know when you have not an idea, but a mood, and you also have the words, but not the story, and you just wants the mood to translate into paper? Yeah, that is what happened here haha! Thank you very much @magdelanesingerin for helping me beta read <3 well needed! Please enjoy! <3 On Ao3 here

The fire shines like a beacon between the trees.

Most likely because it is, Geralt muses to himself, as he approaches their little camp through the woods. It is late in the eve already, the clouds hanging sullenly between them and the canopy of night sky that is his usual companion during these nights.

It is more gloomy than usual, though, and he has to take care where he sets his feet. Of course there are things he could do about it, but well.

The Cat potion washes out a lot of colors, and despite its usefulness he rarely drinks it. Geralt prefers to witness the midnight blues, the stars, the dusted purples and pinks stretching infinitely far above.

He enjoys watching how the fire gives their tent, their packs, Jaskier’s hair, all a golden sheen, how the sparks of the flames reflect in the bard’s eyes.

Not that he would tell anyone that is the reason.

It is a fairly calm night, almost no wind to speak of, so the smoke twists and curls around itself up between the branches. It’s a familiar smell, the burning wood, the wet leaves, the greenery and the somewhat humid air.

The light calls him home, and he feels himself longing for it, reaching with all his heart towards it. As if you can catch light with your fingers.

Geralt makes sure to announce his presence with some shuffling steps. He learned the hard way how Jaskier reacts to a fright, and as amusing as it is, that one light grey tunic of his will never recover from the fistful of stew that was flung at it.

“Better than gory innards, at least,” Jaskier had said later with a sniff, shaking his hand from the stinging heat of the stew. “Smells better too.”

This time there is no surprise, and Jaskier looks up from the book he is reading and smiles. The shadows and the flickering light gives his face strong angles, like the rough strokes of a painting, and there is a familiar something curling up in his chest, something warm and pleased.

Geralt enters their clearing, noting the slight tilt of the tent that Jaskier set up, and the canvas spread over the saddle and their bags. Roach stands a bit further away, working on the underbrush, her tail swishing away the insects preying on her.

Jaskier returns to his book, his bedroll spread out a safe distance away from the fire, but close enough to let him read comfortably in the golden light it casts.

Their habits are well practiced by now, there is no need to explain himself, no need to break the companionable silence.

Geralt sits down next to him, carefully extracting his finds from the foraging bag Jaskier got him a year or so ago.

Valerian, thistle, an assortment of roots, Yarrow, and other useful, human friendly finds he keeps picking up for Jaskier, although exactly how human he is is up for debate.

Some of them will be tied together to be dried, and some of them needs to be used immediately, so he leans back and reaches for the saddle bag with his mortar.

The heat of their little campfire warm his knees and his feet and the sliver of stomach that is revealed as his shirt rides up.

He already knows Jaskier’s eyes will be on him as he sits up again, and allows them both another few seconds, pretending not to know which pocket of the saddlebag it’s in.

Indeed, Jaskier is watching him over the edge of his book, eyes following the lines of the shirt across Geralt’s chest, the movement of his hands as Geralt rolls up his sleeves to work.

When Geralt pauses before picking up the first herb, Jaskier’s eyes meet his. For a long moment, they just look at each other, and Geralt pretends that the heat on his face is from the fire warming his skin.

The shadows outline Jaskier’s finger around the book, the dim depths plummeting down his neckline where his shirt is carelessly untied, the corner of his mouth, his brow…

“What?” Jaskier asks quietly, a smile tugging at his lips. For a moment longer, Geralt allows himself to look, the contentment and the longing for what is right there squeezing his heart.

“Nothing,” he says back, just as quietly, returning to his task.

He feels Jaskier’s eyes on him a moment longer, until he hears the flipping of a page. He knows that if he really listens, he will be able to hear the bard’s pulse. It feels like an invasion of privacy, but sometimes, like when he is on potions, he can’t help it.

There is something there, something in Jaskier that reacts to Geralt, even if he doesn’t show it. When he catches Geralt watching him, or when their hands brush, or when Geralt comes up to stand behind him, his back inches from Geralt’s chest.

Such is the dance of theirs, the reaching, but never catching. Like magnets, every move pulling them closer and every shift pushing them apart.

The book Jaskier is reading is not very thick, but well loved. They have both read it many times over, and even when the opportunity to trade or sell comes, this one always stays. A story of knights and wonder and hope and magic and loyalty, the longing for belonging and the home they make together.

A fantasy, but a loved one.

The first drops of rain fall just as Geralt is tying the last herbs together. With a swear, Jaskier hurries to put the book in the safety of the tent before helping Geralt to put their things away and dousing their little fire.

Back under the canvas the mortar and herbs go, and Roach shuffles deeper among the trees for shelter.

The small oil lamp is lit inside the tent as Geralt pours dirt and stomps on the remains of the embers, and the shadows of Jaskier moving about inside the canvas makes him stop and look once more.

Wherever Jaskier goes, he brings that beacon of light with him, Geralt thinks, drawing the witcher’s attention to him. He stands there a moment too long, the rain now picking up to a proper drizzle, quickly soaking his shirt, when Jaskier pulls the tent flap open.

“You coming?” he asks, squinting out into the darkness, spotting Geralt.

Instead of responding, Geralt thinks of reaching, and steps into the light spilling from the tent. There must be something in his face, because Jaskier stays where he is, watching him approach, watching him kneel, and with his free hand does the unthinkable.

Jaskier reaches forward and catches a drop of rain from his cheek, tracing the path down with his thumb as another takes its place.

Reaching and catching, Geralt thinks, finally being let inside the tent, kneeling too close to where Jaskier sits, still holding the tent flap open for them.

Jaskier is lowering the tent flap, shutting out the night and the rain and the dark, when Geralt, too, reaches. More truthfully, he is leaping forward, throwing himself over the edge that he has been eyeing for so long.

Leaning into Jaskier’s space, holding his gaze all the way, the smallest of sounds when Jaskier parts his lips to pull in a breath and reaches for him. Geralt, too, is reaching.

His hand is cold against Jaskier’s cheek, exploring where the shadows once were sharp and deep, they are now smooth and glowing in the lamp light.

Their noses brush together, then again with more intent.

“Why now?” Jaskier whispers, and indeed, why now?

“Haven’t we waited enough?” Geralt whispers back and Jaskier gives the smallest of smiles, resting his hand on Geralt’s leg.

“We have,” he agrees, but still they both linger in that between.

The rain is smattering against the canvas, the air in the tent warming up fast with the both of them in there.

“We should tie up the flaps,” Jaskier whispers, tilting his head and their lips touch by accident.

It sends electric sparks down Geralt’s spine, his other hand comes up to cradle Jaskier’s face, his neck, to brush a thumb along the shell of his ear.

“We should,” Geralt agrees, but instead stands a little higher on his knees, pushing a little closer into Jaskier’s space.

The kiss is soft, lingering. Just a press of lips, catching each other’s breaths as they kiss again.

It takes too long for them to notice that the rain is dripping onto the woolen blanket of Geralt’s bedroll, so they part to finally tie up the bedflaps.

The tent was never big, and the distance that felt unsurmountable before is shrinking into nothing now.

Jaskier lays his head on Geralt’s arm and reads out loud from the book they both love, with Geralt’s hand resting on his stomach.

Change is weird, Geralt thinks to himself as he presses his nose into Jaskier’s hair, enjoying the light shiver it causes, the hitched breath in the middle of his reading as he presses a kiss to Jaskier’s temple.

When the bard’s eyes droop closed at last, Geralt reaches over him and turns off their little lamp.

Jaskier turns into him, curling into his chest in a way that is familiar and unfamiliar all at once.

This, Geralt thinks, is where he always was meant to end up. The beacon of light that finally led him home.