#k-ssed

[animationismycomfort]

I will always mourn the wasted potential of a rival dynamic between huntrix and the saja boys

[stormbreaker-290]

You x Mal or Elara's Sun x Mal?

Me/static x Mal all the way

:3

[themindelectricdemo4]

my birthday was awesome checkmate & I well I shan't say

[sweetwriter]

Second Chance

Single dad! Bakugou x Black! Reader

PROLOGUE

The alarm wrings in his ears awaking Bakugou from his slumber. Starng up ap at the ceiling, he turns his head to the empty side of the bed and sighs. Its been a couple of years since everything happened with his ex wife. He doesn’t miss her, but he ,ssed sharing his life with another.

‘No sense in whining.” he sighs to himself.

Bakugou gets up and walks to his kitchen beginning to pack lunches and make breakfast for his daughter

“Kasumi, time to get up.” She groans and opens her eyes, “‘morning papa’ she says with a smile. He smiles back at her. After years of having a sharp edge in his speech and his actions, the sharp edges dulled down a little bit, and he mellowed out. But after everything with his ex wife, he was completely worn out. She drained the life out of him, one of the first and only people he opened himself up to burned him, he didn’t even have the energy to hate the world, he just hated himself. But what could he do, Kasumi is four, in desperate need for stability. He couldn’t fail her by crawling into a ball until the press let him breathe, he had to stay strong and be a hero, even if it was just for Kasumi.

As he gets little Kasumi dressed and ready for pre-k she babbles about her amazing preschool teacher Ms. Y/N. Ms. YN who changes her hair all the time. Everytime get green lights all week she changes the color of her hair. Ms YN who teaches the kids which flowers are edible and which aren’t.

“And t’day, Ms. Y/N is gonna teach us about da moon”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah”

He drops her off into the class for the first time, since his parents aren’t there anymore. When he walks in the first thing he sees is who he assumes, based on how beautiful Kasumi expresses her to be, Ms. Y/N.

“MS Y/N!!!” Kasumi exclaimed running to one of her teachers.

“Good morning Kasumi” Y/N says with a big smile. Y/N looks up from the little girl hugging her leg to see Pro Hero Dynamight holding Kasumi’s backpack.

“Well well well, looks like I finally get to introduce myself to the exceptional father Kasumi speaks of,” she holds out her hand, “I’m Y/N L/N, I’m Kasumi’s teacher.”

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A/N: Ok- 😭 It’s a lil rough, but I wanted to just start- hopefully the series is going to be good. Thank you for making it this far and reading it.

With love,

Sweetwriter

[mybones2bygdnomad]

Has anyone ever k*ssed a sentai suit's metallic lips?

Is that too hot for tv?

What about when the monsters also have lips ?

Been k*ssed?

[w0nluvrr]

! spoilers for chapter 167 !

+ my feelings cuz this was a ROLLER COASTER of a chapter 😭

first of all, just to provide context, i am obsessed with 002 (he's My Man) i love him as much as one possibly can for a 2d character. and ever since 003 made an appearance in the previous chapter i have spent a whole week praying that she isn't his love interest. and i kid u not 3 panels in after smacking 004 (my 2nd fav character. who is she to do that.) they KISS. when i tell u i physically put my phone down and screamed. 😭

LIKE. WHAT DID THEY HAVE BETWEEN THEM BEFORE?

my reaction ^^

after 5 minutes i was finally able to pick up my phone again and continued reading and woah. they start questioning her! what a dream come true bcuz she is giving me such icky vibes (i promise it's not cuz she k!ssed 002) + she's actually sus!!!! like we cheered!!!!

then 002 starts being mean to her + the rest of the numbers try to defend her (even 004; i was pretty shocked) really really curious about the backstory & her role back in the camp

then finally they revealed that she was the one who led the other numbers when 001 was escaping + that she was the one who killed the other numbers (after accusing 001 of doing it, without knowing that the numbers have met up & built a trust between them already - ha! take that 003!)

wld like to reiterate that i bear some ill-feelings towards 003 (not cuz she kissed 002!) so some comments Might be biased

i've hit the limit for pictures but the last part has 002 & 003 in a shoot-off but then 003 pulls up with a whole army 😭 praying for the numbers to be safe & that 003 's backstory is revealed in coming chapters!!

💭some qns i have wld be 1) why was 003 the one to lead the numbers against 001 and not 002? since 001 was the 'leader' as he was, well, 001, shouldn't 002 be the one to lead the numbers after 001?

2) what is 003 trying to achieve???? world domination ?????

ending the post here cuz i'm tired but WOAH this chapter was so good. and exhausting

[childhoodgoldiecollective]

System Culture is “Core” being an outdated term and feeling like an outcast for it.

SO WHAT IF I USE IT?! CAN I NOT BE HATED?! Please, I don’t want people to hate me for a f**k a** term. I’m just so angry I wanna scream and cuss and be p*ssed.

Maybe I ended up becoming Jasper, maybe I’m Core. Either way…I’m sad….and angry….

[uaanthkidz]

Did you know?

exactly one thousand and three years ago two people k*ssed in siberia. and we Will find them and make them do an apology video

[margbarcisforever]

my andor theory:

vel and kleya k*ssed

[starseongs]

these gay alpha boys making me want to get k*ssed So Bad man 😔

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon (Modern Au) - Error 404 Brain Not Found: Bonus Scene - Part 20

It was past 9am and Jaskier was still not up. He'd been up late last night, performing at a small festival, and had stayed afterwards for a few drinks.

Geralt would have just let him sleep, but not this time. They had to meet Yennefer for lunch at some new restaurant she'd heard about. Geralt didn't really want to go, but Yennefer had been talking about it all week, and it did sound really nice, and they hadn't gone out to eat together in such a long time...

Jaskier was belly down on his bed, face in his blankie, dead asleep. Geralt tried shaking him gently by the shoulder, and when that got no response, poked him in the side. He tried calling him, shaking him, poking, and smacking him, but Jaskier remained stubbornly asleep.

He'd stirred only briefly after Geralt had pulled at his blankie, and had groggily rubbed his face back into it and gone right back to sleep.

F**k

"Jaskier, get up! We're supposed to have lunch with Yennefer today and it's already past nine!" Geralt grumbled.

Jaskier moved a little, pulling his blankie closer but didn't wake up. Geralt thought about taking the dingy blankie away, but decided against it. He did not want to deal with the sh*tstorm that would cause.

Geralt walked around to the foot of the bed, backed up a few paces, then took a running start and leapt. He landed face down, hard, on the mattress.

Jaskier was bounced a good two feet into the air with a startled shriek. His limbs flailed uselessly, trying to grab onto anything out of pure instinct before he landed back on the bed. He laid there, belly down and silent, heart hammering against his ribs, body shaking slightly from the flood of adrenaline.

"Godsd*mn, mother***ing c*nt!", he squawked indignantly, then stood up on the bed and threw himself back down right beside Geralt. The Witcher bounced about a foot high.

"Hm, I made you bounce higher."

"Bullsh*t!" Jaskier retorted.

Geralt frowned, then stood up, jumped, and flung himself down. Jaskier came 3 feet off the bed with a terrified scream.

"Ar**hole!"

Jaskier was not about to let it end there. Oh, no. It was a matter of pride now.

Geralt saw Jaskier jump up on the chair next to the bed, and knew exactly what was coming.

Jaskier cannonballed onto the bed. Geralt was on his hands and knees, trying to crawl off, and when Jaskier hit, the force bounced his a** end into the air. He did an awkward running handstand before flipping completely over and falling on his a** on the floor.

Jaskier was cackling on the bed when Geralt rose and walked away. Uh-oh. Had he p*ssed him off?

"Geralt, wait!", Jaskier called after him between laughs, his Northern accent coming out, "Am sorry! Come back!"

Geralt spun around and f***ing charged.

Jaskier's breathless cackling died in his throat as Geralt leaped, very high, into the air. He could only screech helplessly as the Witcher descended on him like a fell shadow.

Then, like it usually did when the two idiots engaged in their shenanigans, it all went to h*ll. Spectacularly.

Geralt hit the bed like an asteroid looking to cause a mass extinction.

Jaskier was flung high into the air. He swore he went so high, he could have reached out and brushed the ceiling with his fingertips.

Geralt knew things went wahooni-shaped the instant his feet slammed into the mattress. He felt his stomach drop as the much abused bed gave up and collapsed under him.

Geralt's left knee said "f**k you, buddy, I'm out!", and buckled, dumping him on his face in what was left of the bed.

Jaskier struck the mattress seconds later and rebounded half onto the floor with an almighty thud.

The silence that followed was filled with soft groans and stunned panting. After a few moments of collecting themselves and taking stock of their injuries, the two men crawled from the wreck of the ruined bed.

"I think I f**ked up my f**ked up leg," Geralt grumbled, sitting up to rub his spasming knee.

"I think I f**ked up my head," Jaskier replied, rubbing at the side of his head.

"Your head was already f**ked up," Geralt snorted.

Jaskier threw a pillow in his general direction. "Yen's going to f**k both of us up when she sees this mess...", he added.

Geralt called in a favor from one of Aiden's friends so the mess could be cleaned up and the bed replaced before they got back (aka, before Yennefer saw it). With that taken care of, all that was left to do was rush to get ready for their lunch date, and concoct believable stories (lies) to explain away their injuries.

Yennefer had no problem believing Geralt was having a Bad Knee Day (or a Pirate Day, as Jaskier called it) when he hobbled in on his crutches, but the minute she saw the ridiculously huge bump on Jaskier's head, she'd begun to get suspicious. She looked like she was two seconds away from full-naming both of them.

It wasn't such a bad thing for Jaskier, but Geralt? Yennefer would not be calling him Geralt of Rivia. No, she would be using he long-ass, cringy as h*ll pretentious name he'd almost picked for himself back when he was still a 'baby' Witcher.

Geralt Roger Eric du Haute-Bellegarde.

It would, undoubtedly, cause mass second-hand embarrassment, and possibly a few deaths for those with weaker social fortitude.

There was no way she was going to accept Jaskier's bullsh*t lie, so Geralt had stepped in and told Yennefer that Jaskier had hit his head on the driveway trying to catch him when his knee had given out.

Yennefer had believed him, and they enjoyed their lunch date, except for the part where the food turned out to be overpriced and complete dog sh*t.

[seth-burroughs]

Shinigami n Yuma for the ask game :3

[my eyes go full black] You people sicken me... Yuma is obviously a LITERAL MINOR getting HIT ON by a 1000000000000000+ YEAR OLD GOD with a WEAPON and SCARY LABIRYNTH She won't LEAVE HIM ALONE he is 24/7 tethered to her he CANNOT ESCAPE this is a CANONICALLY ABUSIVE CONTROLLING RELATIONSHIP. I cannot state this enough <- does not state this enough. Even if Yuma was in fact an adult with a job (truly laughable theory invented by the Big Proshitter so they could make obscene fanart of him and Yomi involving c*tboy maid costumes and r*productive organs), it is still very icky as she literally sexually harasses him the whole game like hello???? She suggests to him he STARE AT HER B**BS FOR E*GHT SECONDS???!!? THE SEX MINIGAME??!!?!? SHE NONCONSENSUALLY K*SSED HIM ON THE CHEEK WHEN THEY WEREN'T EVEN MARRIED OR IN A COMMITTED LONGTERM MONOGAMOUS RELATIONSHIP WHICH IS JUST FUCKING DISGUSTING AND LITERALLY A CARDINAL SIN SHE JUST DOOMED HIM TO THE 69TH CIRCLE OF HELL HE WILL NEVER GET TO SEE JESUS OR HIS LOVED ONES IN HEAVEN THIS IS SO FUCKING CRUEL WHAT THE FUCK?!!!?????!!?!!!!???

[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

Helpless part 50, WHY THE HELL DOES IT TAG THE LEAST CONCERNING ONES AS MATURE?!?!? LETS HOPE THIS ONE WORKS (Oh summer child, you don’t have to act like all you feel is mild)

Warning for sh (Okay maybe it getting marked makes sense)

"GET AUSTIN WE NEED MORE PEOPLE!" Will says in broken sobs, he didn't know what he would do if the son of Hades died, he didn't know how he'd keep living, part of him knew he wouldn't. His pulse was getting stronger but Will knew he wouldn't wake up, his motionless body layed in front of him and he couldn't take it. He wanted to cry, he needed to cry but he couldn't, he couldn't because he knew it wouldn't help. As he forced himself to get up Kayla ran through the door,

"HE'S NOT THERE, I HAVEN'T SEEN HIM IN LIKE THREE DAYS NOW!"

"WHAT THE FVCK?! GO REPORT TO CHIRON, SEE IF ANYONE ELSE HAS SEEN HIM I'LL GET NICO STABLE THEN I'LL HELP YOU LOOK."

"O-okay, wait stay here, we can't leave the infirmary unattended." Fvck, this had to be a nightmare, it couldn't be real but sadly it was. He needed to stay calm, to focus, there's time for emotions later. Nico would be okay, Austin will be found in less than an hour and nothing had happened, that's what he told himself. As he stepped back, still scared and worried he let himself be human, if only for a second, he let himself forget the fact that he knew Nico probably wouldn't make it without some serious magic, and forget that he would have to report everything to Chiron. He wasn't sure he would do exactly if he did, normally he'd help, keep them on watch until everything seems okay, and just be there as a therapist. Or he would report another dead body in the infirmary from su!c!de that no one had noticed, then it was too late. He knew Nico wouldn't want this but he'd from what it seems intentionally tried to drink himself to death and if he wanted to actually keep him there he needed Chiron’s permission and hey maybe he would do something that helped. It was his fault Nico was here, if he hasn't left Kay in charge, if he hadn't left Nico alone, he should have prevented this. He took out a scalpel, letting the blade run against his wrist a tear falling before dropping it against the table. He needed to there for everyone, he had to be stronger, no matter how much he wanted to k!ll himself, to feel the pain, he had to keep Nico alive.

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@midnightisday2 thank you for being there from the very beginning

Let’s hope this one doesn’t get a warning put on it

Also here’s part 45 because this one also got labeled as mature so you might not have seen it

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"Leo what the fvck do you want at this hour?" Piper muttered, rubbing her eyes as she stepped outside.

"Something bad happened."

"What the fvck did you do this time."

"Not my fault and also I don't exactly know what but just-"

"Leo it's probably tr@uma, a war ended like a week ago your brain is still adjusting."

"No, Pipes just trust me, I feel like somethings happened or it's about to happen or-"

"In what category bad? Like gods are p!ssed again or-"

"I DON'T KNOW I JUST FEEL LIKE SOMETHING IS WRONG." Leo shouted while on the verge of tears, he didn't know how to explain it, it wasn't like magical or anything he just felt like... something was happening and he had no fccking clue what. "I'll go talk to Jason." Piper shut the door being too tired to protest and the son of Hephaestus ran towards cabin one, she felt bad but- everything had to be fine. It was fine. Right?

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Wish me luck

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon (Modern AU) - Upset - Part 2

Jaskier sat on the floor after Geralt and Yennefer left, feeling the dampness from his wet blanket slowly soaking into his shirt. He sniffled and wiped his face on his sleeve, and finally summoned the energy to get up and put his blankie in the dryer. He heard Yennefer in his head

Dry it on low, love...

Jaskier felt guilty now. He'd yelled at his friends and they were still there, taking care of him. He started the dryer then turned off the light. He sat on the floor in the dim light from the window with his back against the dryer to wait.

The heat felt nice, soothing, and after a few minutes he yawned. He was tired now, but feeling calmer.

Yes, his blankie had gotten washed, but it was still his blankie. Yes, it was pretty roughed up, but it was still mostly in one piece. At least it hadn't gotten shredded in the wash.

He sighed. He wasn't really mad at Geralt. He'd felt his thoughts and emotions through Yennefer's three way link, and knew it truly had been an accident. But it still hurt like h*ll. He'd lost something very important to him.

Jaskier took his blankie to his room when it was done drying, then got some ice for his chest. He carefully felt the two small lumps next to his breastbone. They were a little more prominent than the others, but they had been that way ever since The Alley Incident. They had never healed right.

The cartilage was a little inflamed and irritated, but they didn't feel like they had separated from his breastbone. They were just going to ache for a bit then. Oh well, at least the soreness wasn't as bad had it had been in the past when it would flare up.

He didn't sleep well that night. He tried to ignore the frayed edges and the tattered bits and the missing smell, hoping that the familiar weight, 'squish', and softness would be enough to help him sleep. He thought he could almost smell that familiar scent, but it was just so faint, masked by the smell of laundry soap.

He cuddled his blankie, and tried to sleep. He would start to drift off, but then his brain would jerk him awake, alerting him that something wasn't right.

Yennefer and Geralt didn't sleep much either. They laid awake, feeling Jaskier's distress hammer at them while he moved restlessly around his room and fought back his frustrated tears.

Geralt got up early the next morning since he was already up anyway and went to make a phone call. There was one person he knew who would be able to help.

Jaskier refused to come out of his room in the morning. Geralt and Yennefer had knocked on his door several times, only to be ignored. They could feel that he was p*ssed. Not being able to sleep or comfort himself had not helped any.

Jaskier rolled onto his side, curling up and ignoring the knock that sounded at his door. He was not in a good mood.

Knock, knock!

Jaskier did not answer

Knock, knock!

Jaskier ignored it again.

Knock, knock, knock!

"F**k off!" Jaskier snapped.

"Dinnae speak tae me that way ye wee shite!" a stern voice chastized him sharply from the other side of the door. "Ye best get yer bahooky up an open this door, noo!"

Geralt choked back a giggle at the word 'bahooky', and grunted when Yennefer jogged his ribs. He stiffened when he received a reprimanding glare from their guest, and hastily mumbled, "My apologies!"

Jaskier's body was moving on its own out of pure reflex, while his short-circuting brain desperately tried to send coherent signals to his body. Oh f**k, oh f**k! he thought as he flailed off the bed, tumbling to the floor and finally gaining enough motor function for coordinated movement. He made it to the door, fumbled with the knob, and yanked the door open.

He threw himself to his knees in front of the short elderly woman standing before him and desperately begged her forgiveness. Geralt and Yennefer heard Jaskier's slight Northern accent get thicker, "G-Grannie! Am sorry! I-I didn't know it was you!"

He quailed under Grannie Pankratz's withering glare. "Ye best mind yer mooth, Julain," she said, giving him a light finger-shaking, "I gave ye yer first hiding the day ye came in tae this world, and I'll gie ye another if ye speak tae me like that again!"

"Yes, Grannie, am sorry!"

"And ah hope ye dinnae speak tae Miss Yennefer like that either! Ah raised ye better'n that!"

"No, no I doon't!"

He heard Yennefer's voice sing playfully in his head, Oooh, you just lied to your grandmother's face!

Shhh! Shut the f**k up!

"Awright then, up ye get!" Grannie said, unaware of the silent conversation.

Jaskier got up from the floor and gave his grandmother a hug. He broke down in tears almost immediately when she put her arms around him. Grannie Pankratz's voice turned soft and warm.

"Here noo, me wee finch, tell yer Grannie what's wrong!"

Geralt and Yennefer went outside to sit on the back porch so Jaskier and his grandmother could talk privately. They waited out there, drinking iced fruit tea and discussing Grannie Pankratz' delightful accent.

The blankie was examined, and Grannie took it with her so she could repair it, saying that whole cloth quilts were a breeze and she'd have it back to him in two shakes of a monkey's baws.

Jaskier spent two nights without it. He was antsy and irritable, but he felt a little better knowing it was in good hands. Grannie was the one who had made his blankie after all. She owned the most successful textile business in Oxenfurt. She knew what she was doing when it came to blankies.

The blankie was returned, looking brand new. Grannie had used the same 4 layer double gauze it had originally been made from. She said the wool batting had been in good shape, and since the original gauze had been worn so thin, she'd used it as a stabilizing fabric on one side of the batting.

Jaskier had been impressed. It was still the same weight, still just as cushy, and his old blankie was still in there! His fingers immediately found the familiar corner and started rubbing at it before pressing it against his nose.

Grannie had patted his cheek sympathetically when she saw his face fall a little. "There, there, noo. With the way ye drool, it'll get just as manky as it were before in no time."

Jaskier had tried his best to make do, but Blankie Therapy was just not working as well. As the days went by he became more and more stressed, and his attitude got sh*ttier.

Even Madeleine noticed his worsening mood, and that he couldn't seem to concentrate on his music. He was constantly fidgeting, putting the tip of his index finger in his mouth and holding it there, biting on it. He just looked so tired and worn down.

She decided a break was in order and they went to her flat for tea. He wasn't very talkative, and everything seemed to irritate him. She knew something was off when he tripped over a floor cushion, tumbled to the floor, and instead of making a joke or laughing about it like he usually would have, he'd flopped onto his back, ground the heels of his hands into his eyes, and screamed "F***ing C*CK!"

Madeleine had thought that maybe he was just playing around at first, but then he'd rolled over onto his stomach, put his arms over his head, and screamed into the carpet. She had cautiously rubbed the back of his shoulder after the screaming had died down to ragged panting. He slowly got up and sat on the couch, rubbing his hand through his hair.

"Jaskier?" Madeleine asked worriedly, sitting beside him. She palmed his cheek, then put her hand down the back of his shirt, checking for fever. There was just normal body heat, so he wasn't ill, but something was definitely wrong. "Are you alright, pet?"

"Am.... No, no, am not..." He paused to rub his temple, then finally spoke, and Madeleine could feel him trembling where she had put her arm around him.

"Geralt... Geralt washed my blankie. He f***ing washed it, Maddy! It was an accident...but I'm so d*mn mad at him right now. It got torn up a little. Grannie was able to fix it, but now it doesn't smell right, I can't f***ing sleep well, and I'm frustrated. I know I shouldn't be p*ssed, but d*mn it, if he hadn't washed it, this wouldn't be happening! ...I'm just really f***ing tired, Maddy!"

"Have you asked Yen for help?" Madeleine asked, shifting and pulling him closer so he could lean his head on her shoulder. He bit at the end of his thumb as he sheepishly answered, "Er...no. I...uh told her to f**k off, and I, uh, might be avoiding her. She's probably really mad at me anyway,"

Madeleine snorted, a smile tugging at her lips, "Honestly, Jaskier, you can be so thick sometimes." she leaned back on the couch, and Jaskier turned so he could lean on her more comfortably. He tucked his head under her chin and kept talking.

Madeleine started stroking the bridge of his nose with her fingertip.

His voice started to trail off and get quieter as he started to fall asleep. His words became a bit muffled as he put his thumb in his mouth, not conscious enough to even realize he had done it.

Madeleine felt her heart twist a little. She'd known him long enough to know what that meant. She's seen him do it often enough in the early years when their band was just starting out and things were rough.

She kept quietly talking to him and rubbing the bridge of his nose, until he stopped talking altogether, then she started humming until she felt him relax against her.

She patted him and rubbed his arm when he started to stir after only a few minutes, and was relieved when it lulled him back to sleep.

It worried her that even though he was asleep, he was still holding tension in his body. She could feel it in his neck and shoulders and around his chest. She put her arms around him and squeezed, pulling him tight against her, and held him like that. He made a quiet sound, and she felt him shiver as some of the tension left. She pulled the throw blanket over them both and tucked it around him.

Madeleine rested her cheek on the top of his head. He was well and truly asleep now, breathing soft and even, heartbeat slow and steady. And he was drooling all down her shirt. She texted Yennefer and let her know what had happened and that she had gotten him to sleep, then she yawned and decided she needed a nap too.

Jaskier woke almost four hours later. He sniffed and groggily blinked his eyes open, wondering where he was before he remembered he was at Madeleine's.

Ugh. He'd been sucking his thumb again. F**k... Maddy wouldn't say anything, she never had, but still...

Madeliene felt him go still for a moment, and saw him tuck his thumb into his palm as if to hide it. She reached up and put her hand over his, rubbing his knuckles with her thumb. Her hand moved up his arm and around to the back of his shoulder to rub at the tense muscles there. Jaskier relaxed after a few seconds.

"Finally," Madeleine said with a smile after he sat up. "I was wondering if I was going to have to abandon all dignity and just p*ss myself." She had woken up a while ago and had passed the time by playing on her phone and texting pictures of Jaskier sleeping with humrous captions to Yennefer.

"You should of just pushed me off."

"You needed the sleep and I got a four hour long cuddle out of it. Aside from a soaking wet boob, I count it as a win-win."

Jaskier huffed a little chuckle and let her get up, incase she wasn't joking about needing to p*ss.

Madeleine took him home and handed him over to Yennefer. She gave him a peck on the cheek and told him to take some time off from band business.

Jaskier felt a little better. He wasn't as tired, but he was still irrationally angry. He could sleep without his blankie when he had to, but it was never restful sleep. It was like getting just enough sleep to function 'good enough'. And he could only do it for a few days. He was rapidly apporaching his limit.

F***ing Geralt!

He knew Yennefer worried for him. Days of interrupted sleep, and the odd nap here and there were not good for him. He felt the anxiety attack that he was hovering just at the edge of. He desperately clung to his blanket, carrying it around the house with him, snuffling frustratedly at that one corner.

Yennefer had tried offering him calming teas and potions that would help him sleep, but he refused them, and she would not force him. Nor would she use a sleep spell on him, not with out his consent. She wracked her brain trying to come up with a way to help their bard.

Geralt was the one who came up with the solution...

[aita-alternia]

h⋄ly fuck i think i kn⋄w th^t medic^l m^lpr^ctice/tre^s⋄n vi⋄let guy; ^dded ⋄n t⋄ the wh⋄le h^lf-^ssed c^steism, he's ^ls⋄ pr⋄jecting the pr⋄blems he h^d with his ex-m⋄ir^il ⋄nt⋄ his kismesis; the ex w^s ^ T◇T^L fre^k, ^nd ^n⋄ther vi⋄let EVEN W◇RSE TH^N HIM; the purple isn't TH^T b^d, th⋄ugh they definitely d⋄n't kn⋄w ^s much ^b⋄ut their m⋄ir^il ^s they sh⋄uld im⋄.

^DDITION^L INFO

HOLY FUCK THIS IS SOME JUICY SHIT. WEIRDEST FRE^K IVE GOTTEN YET I THINK

[aita-alternia]

^IT^ for pretending im not in my hive when the subjugs come ^round ^nd letting my lusus e^t them? Context, I'm ^ purple blood but live re^lly isol^ted on the co^st, like w^^^^y up on ^ cliff where my lusus roosts ^nd ^s i w^s growing up whenever the mission^ries would come ^round to spre^d the word he would swoop down and sw^llow them re^l messy like. I've got more control of him these d^ys but ^lso i don't re^lly w^nn^ be a clown? The f^ce p^int itches ^nd the sug^r drink is gross. I feel kind^ b^d c^use we purple bloods h^ve low numbers but ^lso if they c^nt t^ke on ^ single ^lb^gryffon on the wing they're prob^bly we^k^ss ^nyw^y? Like if you c^n't get p^ssed my lusus why should I respect you?

TLDR; ^IT^ for letting my lusus e^t purple blood cultists c^use i dont w^nn^ join their stupid club?