#non binary jaskier

[jaskierswolf]

I’m in the mood for some enby Jask or Dandelion fluff. Does anyone has any recs?

[myidlehand]

Here is the link to a wonderful little interview.

I was unable to link it directly and the page is in polish but there is a 5min video in English and I used Google translate on the text it's not too bad.

Joey talks about season 3, Jaskier being closer to the books, trying to sneak in Vodka en set and his inspiration for season 3.

If the video doesn't show up at the top scroll all the way towards the end after the quote.

[elythegardeningbard]

Who wants to come and kiss me in the woods ?

[superiorkenshi]

(I have no excuse to be this late today..)

Here is Jaskier! And one bard for my pride month calendar! <3

❤🧡💛💚💙💜❤🧡💛💚💙💜❤🧡💛💚💙

(You can find him on my redbubble account !)

[thelostgirl21]

A celebration of Joey Batey offering TV show writers a pure masterclass on how to write a queer character with a queer audience in mind.

Can I just say how much respect and appreciation I have for Joey, that he went above and beyond in term of queer representation, by bringing some much needed attention towards people on the aromantic spectrum, and making gender a complete romantic/sexual (and even queerplatonic) non-issue?

I mean, imagine that you are part of a show with a young and powerful canonically bisexual lead, Ciri, who is at an age where people might start exploring their own sexuality, slowly figuring out who and what they like, etc.

And suddenly, you're offered to also be playing another queer lead character, with a male love interest - while knowing it will be the very first time that the audience will be officially introduced to the idea of Jaskier being queer...

And, instead of going with the more familiar, and often expected:

"A man that's always been with women before, now finds himself romantically and sexually attracted to a man, and starts questioning his own sexual identity..." coming out story...

You find yourself with a unique opportunity to go a bit further, to explore more specific and lesser known LGBTQ+ themes, and to delightfully surprise your queer audience!

You can take a full dive into the wonderful world of Queerdom, by exploring a different - yet just as equally important and significant - coming out story!

i.e.

"A usually aromantic person, that has always experienced squishes, smushes, and possibly meshes before, finds himself experiencing a (sapio)romantic crush for the very first time, and starts questioning his romantic identity..."

Of course, a lot of people in the audience will probably miss this.

The monosexuals that have been conditioned to believe that gender must always play a role in how one experiences romantic and sexual human attraction - will likely be paying more attention to how Jaskier is showing an interest in a man.

People that are used to equating "falling in love" with "romantic attraction", might miss the significance and importance of Vespula specifically using the word crush to refer to Jaskier's current attraction towards Radovid.

People that typically see non-gender-related orientations as "mere preferences", or have simply never heard of them, might miss how Jaskier goes on and on about how "emotionally intelligent and insightful Radovid is" , with a look of vulnerability and wonder, putting emphasis on how different he feels about him.

People that were taught to see emotional relationships according to the "platonic vs romantic" binary - with a strict idea of what each means and implies - may not be familiar with what queerplatonic relationships are, and will interpret Jaskier saying that he loves Geralt "platonically" as meaning that he's not as deeply and strongly in love with him as one might usually expect a romantic partner to be.

They'll be unaware that there are committed life partners out there - that would go to the end of the world for each other and perhaps even share sexual intimacy together - that don't have any romantic feelings for each other whatsoever.

Romance does not mean "being in love", romance means "being in love in a romantic way".

And it is not the only way.

To aromantics and greyromantics - and even to romantic people that also have the capacity to fall in love in non-romantic ways, such as yours truly - queerplatonic and alterous relationships aren't "lesser than" romantic ones, they are different.

And Radovid... is different.

Radovid is no better, nor worse, than a hammer...

But he's a spoon.

He's a romantic connection that is completely new, exciting and intriguing to explore for Jaskier!

According to Joey Batey, as a sapioromantic panromantic pansexual, Jaskier finds himself developing a strong sapioromantic and sapiosexual connection with Radovid.

Jaskier is representing people that aren't romantically or sexually affected by a partner's gender in the way that they experience sexual atttraction, and people that experience a lot of tertiary attraction when falling in love, while very seldom ever being able to love others in a romantic way (sapioromantics / greyromantics... ).

Jaskier is a queer character that was truly created with a queer audience in mind!

He was created so that all of us that don't see or experience love according to the platonic vs romantic binary.

All of us that are hyperaware of those other forms of attraction (tertiary, aesthetic, sensual, etc.) that one can experience for another human being.

All of us that don't see or experience romance or sexuality as something that ties into their partner's gender.

Could finally see themselves in a character on screen.

Of course, you still need characters that experience their sexuality while feeling like the gender of their romantic and sexual partners matters - including those that love all genders... Desperately so!

First, because all members of the queer community matter and are equally as important and valuable. Rejoicing over Batey diving into lesser known and familiar representation doesn't mean that familiar and better known representation should not be encouraged and celebrated as well!

This is not a "there should be less gay character on TV to make room for more aromantics and asexuals instead" post.

This is a "we need queer identities people are less familiar with in addition to proper gay, lesbian and bisexual representation" post.

And second, because you still need characters that don't stray too much from the platonic v.s. romantic binary, too - and the usual social conventions tied to romance and sexuality - so that non-queer audiences can more easily connect, and empathize with, the queer community.

Because, when the existence of bisexuality already is something that monosexual people often have a hard time understanding, acknowledging, or even believing in...

Well, going:"By the way, I'll have you know that you can totally want to have sex with, live, and raise children with someone you've got platonic feelings for, too!"

You might accidentally lose them.

And if you try to explain that some people are unable to romantically connect with anyone, unless they get specifically attracted to their intellect (often combined with their aesthetic looks)!

That's likely going to be even worse!

And this is where Batey's pure genius comes to light.

Because he's just shown that you can find a beautiful and organic way to explore queerness more in depth - totally stepping away from the usual relationship conventions and specifically addressing your queer audience - simply by using a vocabulary that said queer audience will understand and connect with.

You can make it clear that the character is on the greyromantic spectrum, by having Vespula state that she's never ever seen him with a crush before!

You can put the emphasis on him being more specifically sapioromantic, by having him dreamily go on about how Jaskier perceives Radovid's intellect.

And, if Batey is to be believed - and he's been exploring the idea of Jaskier being queer since the very beginning of the show (without any clear response from the writers or producers regarding Jaskier's sexuality) - then, by making it clear that he loves Geralt platonically in Season 3, he's also allowing us to revisit all the scenes between Jaskier and Geralt from Season 1, while enjoying them through an aromantic lense.

Someone on the aromantic spectrum watching that scene might thus find themselves deeply connecting with the strong platonic squish (although it could also be a mesh) that Jaskier immediately experienced the very first time he saw Geralt...

You can see Jaskier as specifically believing himself to be Geralt's best friend in the whole wide world, and instinctively reading into Geralt allowing him to physically/sensually touch him (rubbing chamomile onto his lovely bottom) as him possibly desiring a queerplatonic connection with him also.

And, the scene where he's suggesting to Geralt that they could get away for a while, head to the coast together...

Where he mentions that life is too short not to do what pleases you, and admits that he's trying to work on what pleases him...

Look, the fact is that there's always been aromantic and greyromantic people experiencing tertiary forms of love and attractions for other people long before we had any words to put on those emotions, desires and needs.

So, it's rather easy to see Jaskier as someone that is experiencing a powerful alterous attraction for his best friend, and realizing that what pleases him the most, is the idea of them sharing a queerplatonic or alterous relationship together...

It makes sense to interpret what Jaskier is saying as him trying to express and articulate the love he feels for Geralt the best he can - implying that Geralt is what pleases him - while trying to ask Geralt if he also feels the same way...

Sadly, Geralt doesn't quite get it; likely because he's also romantically and sexually attracted to Yennefer and, when he loses her, instinctively throws all his own hurt and heartbreak at Jaskier - blaming him for everything that (he believes) lead to that loss!

And just because the break up Jaskier experienced wasn't a romantic one doesn't make it any less devastating.

Poor loving bard was making plans for them to continue to travel and enjoy their time together as the platonic boyfriends he believed them to be, and Geralt told him that all Jaskier had to offer him was a giant pile of shit that he kept shoveling his way!

There's been a lot of alterous and/or queeplatonic subtext since Season 1 (that could also read as romantic, but should never be used as evidence or proof of romance if we were talking about a real life partnership).

And, while I do acknowledge that queerbaiting has been messing with our ability to perceive and appreciate those relationships as such, I do think that, canonically establishing Jaskier as a sapioromantic, at the very least, clearly addresses the reasons why Jaskier was behaving in such an amorous way with Geralt without being romantically in love with him.

For once, instead of mocking the queer audience for "having mistakenly read two same-gender close friends as being romantically attracted to each other" (while doing as much as they can to suggest romance to keep them hooked!), they are canonically establishing Jaskier as a sapioromantic, with him experiencing his first romantic crush with Radovid.

The show's dialogue is telling people on the aromantic spectrum that "Yes, Jaskier is one of you. He gets squishes, meshes, lushes, and can desire a queerplatonic relationship with a best friend he's got strong platonic feelings for also."

You can speak to your queer audience, without fully risking alienating your non-queer audience, by simply using clues, and a language that your queer audience understands.

And I will forever be grateful to Joey Batey for having understood it, and having so skillfully managed it.

As someone who is ambiamorous, panalterous, panromantic, demisexual, and pansexual, all the nuances and details he brought to Jaskier's queerness was a pure delight, and spoke to me in a way that no TV show character has ever spoken to me before (except, perhaps, in "Sense8", but the whole show itself was about what it meant to love and be human, with main characters sharing a supernatural psychic bond making them more likely to open themselves to all the queer forms of love... whereas shows like "The Witcher" is of a more mainstream fantasy show).

I wish I had a way to contact him to tell him thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for breaking gender boundaries, and "platonic vs romantic" boundaries with Jaskier, and offering us a character that is one of the purest, most beautiful, and most perfectly balanced love song to queerness that one could have written and sung about!

Jaskier is a queer representation groundbreaking masterpiece on a show such as this.

That representation is as intelligent, insightful, and sharp as Prince Radovid himself.

And Extraordinarily Things said more about Jaskier's feelings, issues, and vulnerabilities than any piece of dialogue ever could have, and had me weeping my eyes out by the time Jaskier sang about how he finally felt like he was enough...

Well done Joey, you absolutely brilliant and deeply empathetic real-life bard and poet, well done...

[yourplaceinaugust]

for trans visibility day here are my favourite trans headcanons :)

(under the cut bc it's a long list)

alex fierro - genderfluid (canon)

aziraphale - agender

bill denbrough - ftm trans

castiel - agender

claire novak - non binary

clint barton - ftm trans

ciri - mtf demigirl

crowley - genderfluid

dean winchester - ftm trans

eddie kaspbrak - ftm trans

eddie munson - genderfluid

eleven - non binary

geralt - ftm trans

gwen stacy - mtf trans

jack kline - agender

jaskier - frm trans

jonathan byers - ftm trans

kaia nieves - non binary

loki - genderfluid (canon)

lucas sinclair - ftm trans

magnus chase - non binary

maria hill - mtf trans

matt murdock - ftm trans

max mayfield - genderfluid

mike wheeler - genderfluid

nancy wheeler - mtf trans

natasha romanov - mtf trans

neil perry - genderfluid

peter parker - ftm trans

pietro maximoff - ftm demiboy

robin buckley - mtf trans

sokka - genderfluid

stan uris - genderfluid

steve harrington- ftm trans

suki - genderfluid

todd anderson - ftm trans

wade wilson - ftm trans

wanda maximoff - mtf demigirl

yennefer - mtf trans

zuko - ftm trans



bonus: the t4t ships

sokka & suki & zuko

geralt & jaskier & yennefer

dean & castiel

steve & nancy & jonathan

eddie & steve

nancy & robin

eleven & max & lucas

wade & matt & peter

nat & maria

eddie & bill

bill & stan

eddie & stan

magnus & alex

neil & todd

peter & gwen

[fanoftheimagines]

In the Firelight

In the Firelight

Day 7 of Jaskier Whump Week 2023

Pairing: Jaskier/Reader

Prompts: Anxiety

Reader Gender: Non-Binary

CW: Hurt/Comfort, fear of fire, cold weather, anxiety, trauma, and healing

Word Count: 475

Summary: After what happened in Oxenfurt, Jaskier is anxious around fire. Unfortunately, the cold forced him to face his fear.

Post S2 E8

A/N: I set this in Bēstiārium, but you don’t have to know anything about that story for context

Tags: @jaskierwhumpweek​ @zana999​

Masterlist | Bēstiārium Masterlist | AO3 Link

Jaskier Whump Week Masterlist | Jaskier Whump Week 2023

A gust of frigid winter air blew around you and Jaskier as you trotted down the mountain path. The sun was setting further with every step you took. Jaskier pulled himself closer to your back, his nose burrowing into your neck. A soft smile – one only Jaskier could pull out of you – slipped onto your face.

“We should make camp soon. It’s only going to get colder from here.” You said, patting his clasped hands on your waist. He nodded against the crook of your shoulder.

He was exhausted, you both were. The few days’ rest at Kaer Morhen weren’t nearly enough to recover from everything that had happened. Yennefer had done all she could for his burns and your leg, but while the skin had healed, the deeper wounds still remained.

You came to a stop at a small clearing just beyond the tree line. You hopped down from your horse then helped Jaskier. “We’ll have to start a fire if we don’t want to freeze to death.” You said as you started gathering sticks.

Jaskier visibly tensed. “I… Are you sure there’s no other way?”

You looked up and shot him a sad smile. “I’m sorry, I know. But it’s just too cold.” He gulped and nodded. With automatic, almost dissociated, movements, he began helping you gather firewood. His anxiety was almost palpable, as if the building anticipation of fire was going to send him into a traumatic flashback or panic attack.

Eventually, he sat on a nearby log. He was quietly still as you worked on lighting the fire. Worry stirred in your stomach for him. You didn’t expect him to bounce back to his old self after what happened in Oxenfurt, but you weren’t sure how to exactly help him. You weren’t even completely sure what had happened.

He had just finished rolling out the bedrolls next to each other when the flames burst to life. He visibly shrank. In fact, he was practically shaking – although you weren’t entirely sure if it was from the cold or the anxiety. So, you pulled your long wool cloak from your shoulders and draped it over his. He leaned into the warmth of your touch and a miserable noise dragged from his throat.

“We have to warm you up, dear heart.” You whispered as you rubbed his arms. “I won’t let it hurt you.”

He hummed and allowed you to pull him closer to the fire. The two of you settled on the bedrolls. He was still a bit anxious, but he sagged slightly against you. As you both warmed up, wrapped in wool and furs, soaking in each other’s body heat, and the glow of the flames heating the air, you were sure, eventually, that Jaskier’s trauma would heal. And until then, you’d be by his side, helping every step of the way.  

[tarotoftheendless]

Introduction to jackswangoblinqueen's Tumblr

So, clearly I have been on a Tom Sturridge kick, and I do really want to connect with all the Tom Sturridge gurlies out there to gush over how beautiful and amazing he is, but I feel like maybe I should branch out some to the other communities I would love to connect with on here.

I am a 31 year old leftist (BLM, Pro-Choice, LGBTQ+, Eat The Rich, Disability Visibility/Rights, etc...) non-binary demi-girl person from the Pacific Northwest in the States. I am a practicing pagan witch tarot reader. I am diagnosed with ADHD but I am pretty damn sure I have autism as well. I am no contact with my parents, well, most of my family, because I am the black sheep of the family and they are all pretty conservative and religious.

My interests of course range from various fandoms and celebs to tarot a whimsigoth aesthetics. I love most types of music, but my main jams have been 80's sounding dark synth music and Sleep Token.

My favorite film is Labyrinth and David Bowie is my hero. May he rest in peace.

I have studied tarot pretty intensely and that was my main hyper-focus before I kinda let my obsession with Tom Sturridge take over. I do offer tarot readings for reasonable $. I don't read tarot as if it is fortune-telling though, I use it more as a therapy tool, a spicy ink blot test if you will. Anyway, yeah, I read tarot on the side.

The various communities I would love to connect with more on here are:

The Tom Sturridge community, which of course includes the Sandman community and all of Tom's other films and shows too.

The Joey Batey, Jaskier, and The Amazing Devil community as I love Joey and his music and he is just a cinnamon role of a man who must be protected at all costs.

I also follow the Florence + the Machine community as she is the new Stevie Nicks/Fleetwood Mac and just an incredible witchy woman in her own right.

Adam Driver because Kylo Ren did things to me that I was not ready for when TFA came out in 2015 and I haven't been the same since. I am a Reylo fan, but I love Kylo more than Rey. And yes, I call him Kylo as that is his chosen name and we use chosen names here.

And it is kinda connected so I will list them together; I want to connect more with the witch, pagan, tarot, goth and whimigoth communities.

I just wanna gush over fandoms, music, aesthetics, tarot and all that with others. And I need a place to vent my thoughts and jot down fanfic ideas that my ADHD brain will never be able to write to completion, lolz. So, if you'd love to follow, or chat or interact in any way, feel free. I need more internet friends and I'm bored.

Also, minors need not interact as I am an adult and things might get NSFW, which means this is an 18+ space, kiddos.

[iliveinmyblanket]

I finally got polls

[creativeroleplay-ads]

Hello! 🍄 I am 21+ female! I am looking for people who would be interested in the following:

Fandoms:

Genshin Impact

Honkai Star Rail

MXTX (I love all three series!)

Witcher (still pretty new to the show but I love it!)

Nimona (the movie, though I am beginning the graphic novel!)

Lord of the rings/the hobbit

My muses/who I would prefer to write:

Genshin: Aether, Yoimiya, Lisa, KAVEH!!, Bennett, Venti, Amber, Thoma!

Honkai Star Rail: Bronya, Sampo, March 7th

MXTX: Shang Qinghua, Xie Lian, Wei Wuxian

Witcher: Jaskier

Nimona: Ballistar BlackHeart

LOTR/The hobbit: Bilbo, Pippin, Frodo, OC! (Lord of the rings is one of the fandom that I really enjoy doing OC’s from!)

Who I am looking for:

Genshin: Alhaitham, Xiao, Ayato, Ayaka, Jean, Razor, Eula!

Honkai Star Rail: Steele, Gepard, Stelle

MXTX: Mobie Jun, Shen Qingqui, Hua Cheng, Lan Wanji

Witcher: Geralt or Yennifer

Nimona: Nimona (platonic/familial ONLY!!), Ambrosius

LOTR/The hobbit: any of the thirteen hobbits (especially Thorin and Bofur), any of the fellowship (especially any of the hobbits!) and OC’s

Fandomless options:

So basically I’ve got this Fantasy world that I have a couple different basic plots for that I would love to do as well! I am also totally up for coming up with our own plots! I’ll list a couple of the basic ones I have in case anyone is interested! I’m a sucker for fantasy!!

Option 1: so I am a sucker for the fairytale the wild swans and would love to do something somewhat inspired by that story, like my characters family have been cursed to and somehow our characters come together to try and break the curse before time runs out!

Option 2: pirates! I don’t have much else here except pirates are cool!

Option 3: So basically my character is the child of a corrupt king who escapes the kingdom to look for help saving their kingdom. Your character can be just about anyone here; someone who worked in the kingdom and escaped as well, someone who has been personally hurt by the king, a sell sword, someone from a neighboring kingdom with either good intentions, or looking to take advantage of the situation! Honestly open to anything!

Writing style: I prefer a literate writing style, at least 1 paragraph though I typically write at least 1-3! I can do Novella length if you prefer!

Pairings:

Fandom: I am good with just about anything! Mxm, fxf, mxf, nbxnb, nbxf, nbxm! Also while I do tend to prefer canon x canon characters in fandoms, I am willing to try oc x oc and oc x canon!

Fandomless: obviously these would be oc x oc! Here the characters ideas I have written for the plots above are female so I would prefer either F x F, NB x F or M x F, but if we are coming up with a new plot I’m not against playing a male or non-binary character!

Genres: Fantasy and Adventure! I love the romance aspect and have a lot of fun rping it, but I also love things being platonic so that’s not something that will make me not what to RP!

Platforms: discord preferably, but I’m also good with tumblr if you prefer and I’m willing to try other platforms if you have a different suggestion!

RP partner preferences: I mainly just ask that you be over 18! I am over 21 so please keep that in mind for your own comfort level!

Extra info: I do doubles, all I ask is that if it is for a fandom rp, if it’s not one of the ones I have listed above you may have to give me some time to do some research, as I may not know much about it. If I do great but if I don’t I may ask some questions and stuff so I can rp whomever you want to the best of my ability! I also am in EST so you know for timing!

Please like this post and I will reach out!

[jaskierswolf]

The Waves We Sail (1/2)

Prompt that got out of hand from @officerjennie

Enby Pirate Dandelion meets the fearsome witcher pirate captain, Geralt of Rivia, their mission? Seduction.

CW: Gender crisis, misogyny, smut in chapter 2 (voyeurism, exhibitionism, rough sex, penis in vagina sex, undernegotiated kink, sword flirting... you know the usual?), blood, canon-typical violence and death of unnamed characters.

AO3

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Living on the Seven Seas hadn’t been where Dandelion had expected their life to go. The first born daughter of the Viscount de Lettenhove should, by all rights, have led a very privileged life, but when they had been sixteen, young Dandelion’s parents had tried to marry them off to a gods awful man who only wanted a wife to bear him a child, an heir. Having decided at a very early age that they didn’t, under any circumstances, want children, Dandelion fled. They took only their lute, and a small satchel of clothes and jewellery to sell. 

Lettenhove Castle was, by chance, located on the coast, and soon enough, Dandelion found themself boarding a ship, hiding amongst the cargo - a stowaway. They were discovered two days later by Captain Valdo Marx, and in a fit of rage fuelled by superstition, the captain almost threw Dandelion off the plank. The shock of having a woman on board was just too much for him, but Dandelion had always been a charmer, full of flattery and persuasion and they’d convinced the old pirate to let them stay. 

The catch?

They had to pretend they were a man. Valdo had thrown them into his cabin, yelling about finding clothes in the wardrobe, and something about having to stop at a tailor's next time they went ashore. The binder was custom made for Dandelion, uncomfortable around their chest, but Valdo’s trousers and shirt were loose fitting, the leather belt and knee high boots completing their new roguish look to perfection. It was… a revelation to the new pirate in training. For the first time in their life, Dandelion had been allowed out of the box that noble society had pushed them into time and time again. 

The only thing they absolutely refused to change was their hair. Valdo had threatened to cut it off, but Dandelion had thrown a fit, pointing out Valdo’s own long dark hair that he pulled back into a bun. Not to mention the whispers of the White Wolf, witcher turned pirate with his striking silver hair. If the men were allowed to have long hair, then there was absolutely no way that Dandelion was forfeiting their own luscious blonde locks to the whims of some superstitious arsehole! Their hair and their eyes were the only part of their body that they’d really always felt comfortable with, and they were only just starting to realise why. 

Away from Lettenhove, Dandelion dropped their given name in a heartbeat and became Dandelion the Bard!

The year they’d spent at Oxenfurt served them well, even if they’d never graduated from the Academy. The crew of The Peacock was a raucous bunch, but even Marx could be seen to smile when Dandelion played their lute. He even helped to… acquire a gorgeous elven lute when Dandelion’s got damaged in a raid. 

Oh, ho, ho! How Dandelion had thrived!

It turned out the pirate life rather suited the young noble, and they quickly rose through the ranks of the ship despite Valdo’s bitterness towards their gender. Although, after they’d spent nearly three years at sea, Dandelion was fairly certain they were not a woman, despite their body. Living as a boy had been fun, but it wasn’t quite right for them either. 

But they knew that was something they could figure out… after they disposed of one Valdo Marx. It wasn’t as if Marx was a bad person, for a pirate, or even a bad captain. He was just… stuck in his ways? As long as Dandelion wore their binder and presented as a boy, Valdo treated them fine, but they were beginning to miss the skirts and dresses of their youth, and they were quickly realising that they had traded one stifling box for another. 

Of course, Dandelion was grateful to Valdo in many ways, he’d given them a chance to see there was another way, but now they were craving for freedom… for choice. 

 As it turned out, luck was on Dandelion’s side. One day when they’d been washing the blood off their shirt, their binder tucked away at the side of the wash basin, Draig Bon Dhu had stumbled in, smelling of grog and stale piss. The raid had been vicious but successful and everyone was celebrating in their own way. For Dandelion it meant desperately trying not to vomit at the sight of the blood covering their clothes, and then the evening sat with their lute and their friends under the stars. For most of the crew, a successful raid meant drinking until their livers broke and at least one person stumbled overboard. 

Or apparently, in Draig’s case, interrupting Dandelion’s bathing time. 

There wasn’t time for Dandelion to panic, the Skelligan was on them immediately asking questions about their gender and the binder and whether the captain knew. It was clear very early on that Draig was Dandelion’s newest and most loyal ally, the fury in his eyes made Dandelion’s heart skip a beat… both horny and yet a tiny bit scared. But the rage was directed solely at their captain.

Apparently, Valdo’s misogyny was an antiquated view amongst pirates these days, and Draig was ready for mutiny. It didn’t take long to rally the crew, and after weeks of secret sword fighting lessons with Draig, Dandelion was ready to challenge their captain to a duel. The fight was exhausting and there were times when they were ready to give up, but they’d made a life at sea, not winning would mean it was all over. They would be carted back to Lettenhove with their tail between their legs and married off to the nearest lord… nothing but a womb, a transaction between two families. 

And that simply wasn’t an option. 

So Valdo had to fall, and fall he did. Dandelion’s sword pressed up against Valdo’s throat, slicing into the delicate skin just enough for blood to well up where the steel met flesh.  Bile rose up and Dandelion grimaced, tossing their sword to one side, glancing at Draig with a satisfied smirk. 

“Take him to the cell,” Dandelion muttered darkly with a flourish. “There’s no need for further bloodshed today.”

And that was it. Dandelion was the new captain of their motley crew, and when the ship next docked, Valdo was thrown out, naked and ashamed, ready for the authorities to pick him up. 

There were many things Dandelion loved about being a pirate captain, but really they just adored the aesthetics. The tricorne hat was just to die for and they enjoyed basking in the attention of their crew. On the other hand, the decisions could be tough. A pirate’s life was not easy, and it became harder when they were in charge. Sometimes raids went wrong and they lost members of the crew, or they didn’t quite make it through storms without serious injuries and damage to the hull. That responsibility rested with them now, and it was a heavy burden to carry, but they led their crew fairly and the newly named Chameleon was soon the most feared pirate ship on the seven seas…

Except for the Kaer Morhen. 

The band of mutant pirates, witchers turned rogues, were ruthless and Dandelion had it on good authority that their leader, Geralt of Rivia, was absolutely gorgeous. If there was one thing Dandelion loved more than the open ocean, it was a beautiful person who could absolutely destroy them. Sadly, despite their many years at sea, Dandelion’s crew had never crossed paths with the Kaer Morhen, their territories never overlapping and both captains having a mutual respect for one another. 

But Dandelion was in charge now… and they wanted to meet this mysterious White Wolf. 

“You sure about this, Captain?” Draig asked with a sigh, his thick Skelligan accent still strong despite nearly a decade at sea. 

In response, Dandelion just pulled their sword from its sheath, flamboyantly flourishing it in the air and spinning in a pirouette that made their hair fly out around them in a halo. “Geralt won’t know what’s hit him!” they announced gleefully. 

It was true. Dandelion had pulled out all the stops on their outfit, combining a long billowy skirt which flew up when they spun around, with a gorgeous corset that was decorated with buttercups etched into the leather. The corset was designed to compress their breasts rather than push them up. It wasn’t as effective as their binder but it was more comfortable and far easier to fight in… although if Dandelion had their way it would be less of a fight and more a kind of foreplay. They’d even gone for thick black kohl smudged around their eyes to highlight the bright blue that shone prettily in the sun. To top it all off, they’d used a contouring trick that an old mage had taught them a few years back to make their face look more masculine. 

And oh the gender vibes were immaculate!

Dandelion knew they radiated confidence to the point of arrogance, and it was going to catch them a sexy pirate husband if it were the last thing they did. 

Sighing, they glanced up at the sun. It was almost time for their rendezvous with the Kaer Morhen, and yet there was no sign of the mysterious witcher pirate ship. Dandelion pouted, and then turned on their first mate, brandishing their sword. 

“Think fast Draig!” They cried, launching their attack. 

Draig Bon Dhu was a talented swordsman, having taught Dandelion everything they knew, but over the years, Dandelion had developed and grown on their own, challenging fearsome pirates from all over the Continent’s seas, elves to dwarves to humans, even the odd ship of wraiths and drowners, and to Draig’s despair, the student had overtaken the master. Still, it was fun to spar, and Dandelion had faith that Draig wouldn’t tire them out too much before their duel with Geralt. 

It was very unlikely that Dandelion would beat the famous White Wolf, but they wanted to do well enough to impress the witcher, to earn his respect. If Geralt couldn’t respect the Chameleon and its captain, then the Kaer Morhen would be a deadly rival, one that could see the end of Dandelion’s time at sea, maybe even their life. Most of the time, Dandelion played the flamboyant pirate captain without a care in the world, being underestimated by their foes served them well, but beneath the laughter and music they were smart, and they weren’t disillusioned to just how dangerous this meeting of pirates could be for them. 

The problem was the Kaer Morhen and the Chameleon were both frightfully successful bands of pirates and their territories were getting closer by the day. Eventually, they would have to face one another, and Dandelion would really rather it be on their terms rather than staring down the barrel of Kaer Morhen’s cannons. Seduction wasn’t exactly a pirate’s way, but despite everything, Dandelion still preferred to charm and play their opponents. The Chameleon was famed for their stealth, like assassins of the sea. They stole with as little bloodshed and fuss as possible, whereas the witchers were very much cannons first, tongues later sort of ship. 

If Kaer Morhen decided to attack… they were screwed. 

So Dandelion was aiming for a truce, hopefully even an alliance. The worst scenario would be for Geralt to completely reject all proposals and Dandelion’s ship would be forced to spring the traps they’d set for the witchers, thin out their numbers, level the playing field a little. 

All in all, not nearly as fun as a dashing new husband. 

“Captain!” Draig yelled, jumping back with a curse as he ducked under Dandelion’s blade. “Save your strength.”

“Oh poppycock!” Dandelion whined, darting forward in a feint before flicking their sword to cut across Draig’s chest, cutting through the fabric of his shirt. “It’s called a warm up, Bon Dhu! Or did you never learn about that on Skellige? Dearest Melitele, a year at Oxenfurt should be mandatory. My old… Oi! Watch it!”

Draig just laughed as the flat of his blade crashed into Dandelion’s shins. “You were saying?”

“My old professor would throw chalk at us if we even thought about playing without warming up. It’s the same for a lute as it is with a sword, Draig. Ha!”

Draig’s parry failed and his sword was pulled from his hand, clattering across the deck to a chorus of cheering pirates. 

“And that, my dear Draig, is that.”

“Ship ahead!” Milva cried from the crow’s nest. 

Silence fell as Dandelion spun around, desperate for their first glance of the Kaer Morhen, of Geralt. Sure enough a large ship was creeping through the fog that had surrounded them, a large wolf skull flag flying high in the sky. Dandelion had heard rumours of the Kaer Morhen’s magical properties but to feel the icy haze against their own skin was something else entirely. There must be mages on board. It was the only logical explanation, and yet also very poetic in the aesthetic and Dandelion couldn’t help but appreciate the whole mysterious theme that the witchers had going. 

Dandelion’s fingers itched, flexing on the hilt of their sword as they sheathed it. Standing with their sword drawn before Geralt even hit the deck would not be a wise choice. It would only stand to enrage and taunt the witcher pirate captain, which was the opposite of what Dandelion wanted. So reluctantly, they instructed Draig to pick up and sheath his sword, ready for the incoming ship. 

When they lay anchor, Dandelion watched carefully from the middle of the deck. Their hair fluttered out behind them as they waited, their hand resting on the hilt of their sword. Above Dandelion, Milva stood guard from her post in the crow’s nest and by their side was Draig, reliable old Draig who had supported Dandelion from when they were at the very bottom of the food chain. Glancing around their ship with piercing blue eyes, Dandelion smiled to themself. The ragtag crew they had ended up with was possibly the strangest most eclectic group of people ever seen before on a pirate ship, gays and girls, trans people, and pirates from all over the Contient - from Zerrikania to Kovir. Anyone that had previously been shunned from the boats due to superstition were welcomed aboard the Chameleon. It was a point of pride for Dandelion, the ocean was to be both feared and respected but it didn’t give a shit about what a person looked like or who they were attracted to. 

It was possibly just another reason everyone seemed to underestimate them. Fools - the lot of them. 

With a sigh, Dandelion adjusted their stance, shifting their weight onto one hip as their skirt danced around their ankles, and then they saw him… the White Wolf. Geralt was just as handsome as the rumours said. Long silver hair fell down past his shoulders, half pulled back so he could see… and oh his eyes; beautiful, gorgeous golden eyes that watched the world with a caution born from years of terror and pain. There were scars running along his arms, a mesh of pink lines that trailed beneath the rolled up sleeves just above his elbows. On Geralt’s face was a particularly nasty scar that cut across his eye, and another smaller one sweeping just under his jaw. His skin was deathly pale, far paler than Dandelion had ever seen on a human before, but it didn’t take away from his beauty. The inhuman nature was enticing, the sense of danger that itched under Dandelion’s skin, drawing them in closer. 

The witcher was strong and tall, fangs peaking out beneath his lips as they curled up into an almost ugly smile. 

“Dandilion?” Geralt asked as he came to stop in front of Dandelion. 

“Dandelion,” they corrected with a smile. It had been a misspelling on a letter years ago, but one that had stuck. No one could quite believe the fierce pirate captain could name themself after a flower and so everyone assumed the mistake had been the truth. “Like the flower.”

“The weed?”

“Weeds are useful, darling,” Dandelion winked, “and they are remarkably hard to get rid of.”

“Hmm, a rose would have been more accurate.”

Chuckling, Dandelion twirled, their skirt flying out around them, and when they finally faced Geralt again they fluttered their eyelashes, giving the witcher a seductive smile. “For their beauty?”

“No. You’re a thorn in my side, Dandelion.”

There was a muttering of laughter from behind Geralt as the other witchers came into view. There were four of them. There was an older man with equally silver hair and golden eyes, who, if Dandelion didn’t know better, they would have said he was Geralt’s father. Beside the grey haired man was a taller blond fellow. His face was distorted by a horrendous scar that marred his skin from his ear to his lip, twisting his upper lip into a sort of snarl. From what Dandelion had heard, this was Eskel and Geralt’s right hand man. Next to Eskel was a shorter grumpy looking pirate, his hair was slick and greased back in a way that made Dandelion grimace. No one should have that much bear fat in their hair. It was a crime against fashion and they were grateful that Geralt had decided on a more practical hair tie. Last but not least was a green-eyed witcher. He had a thick beard that seemed to conceal pox scars that marked across his face. Unlike the rest of the witchers, he had dark skin rather than sickly pale, and his eyes were bloodshot… damaged.  Dandelion assumed this was the griffin that the wolves of Kaer Morhen had taken in following the siege against the griffin’s keep in the mountains - Coen they called him. 

Overall, Dandelion knew they were in danger. If the witchers decided to attack then really there was nothing the Chameleon could do except try and take as many of the witchers down with them, which really was not ideal for anyone involved. Both sides would have hefty casualties with Dandelion’s crew being essentially wiped out. It would leave the Kaer Morhen weakened and vulnerable for the next crew that stepped up and took Dandelion’s place.

The only logical solution was an alliance. 

“Thank you for agreeing to meet me, Geralt. It’s truly an honour,” they said  as they bowed deeply, having to hold onto their hat to stop it from falling off. “We have much to discuss.”

“Do we?”

“Oh, ho, ho! I think we do! You see I was hoping for a sort of alliance between us, and I think it would be rather beneficial to both sides if we could come to an agreement don’t you?”  Another wave of laughter echoed through the witchers, making Dandelion pout. That was really not ideal.  “How about a duel? Not to the death, just… a friendly spar between captains. Let me prove myself to you, White Wolf.”

“I don’t need a flower,” Geralt grumbled. 

Without further ado, Dandelion drew their sword and started the dance with his potential lover and current rival of the seas. “Come on, witcher!”

Snarling, Geralt parried and the fight had begun. It was like lightning in their veins as they clashed swords, twirled and dodged and moved together in a lethal tango. Dandelion couldn’t help but laugh as they cut into Geralt’s shirt sleeve, expertly avoiding the skin beneath. They weren’t here to kill Geralt, nor even maim him, merely to earn the White Wolf’s respect. The attack had Geralt snarling and he spun faster than any human Dandelion had had the pleasure of fighting, silver hair flying out behind him. It was incredible and thrilling and free. 

“Not bad, witcher!” Dandelion cried as their swords crossed, their faces barely an inch apart. 

Sweat was already pooling under their corset, the fight growing faster and more insistent with every beat. The witcher bared his fangs and growled as he moved their swords in a twist that could have disarmed Dandelion if they weren’t more prepared. As it was they stepped out of the attack and pirouetted to gain momentum before trying again. This time Geralt had predicted their move and Dandelion had to duck before dashing onto the higher level of the deck. Geralt may be the superior fighter but Dandelion knew this ship better than the back of their hand. 

The fight danced along the deck between the masts and the ropes, and with one well aimed strike of their sword, a pile of rope came tumbling down from above them and one of the sails came loose. Draig would have their head for it later, but it did slow down Geralt, giving Dandelion a chance to catch their breath. 

“You fight dirty, flower,” Geralt yelled over the sound of the crews cheering them on from the lower deck. 

“What can I say… I’m filthy,” they giggled, winking at the gorgeous pirate opposite them. “And rather handy with a sword, if I do say so myself.”

“You’re a flirt.” Without missing a beat Geralt spun and launched his own attack, taking Dandelion by surprise. 

The edge of the sword pressed against their neck and they swallowed. It had been a long time since someone had beaten Dandelion in a fight like this, a long time since they had been at someone else’s mercy, especially someone as attractive as Geralt. 

“Oh no,” they simpered, pouting up at the witcher. “You caught me. Whatever shall I do?”

Rolling his eyes, Geralt took a step back, the tip of his sword caught under Dandelion’s chin, tilting it upwards. “Tell me why I shouldn’t just kill you, petal?”

Dandelion shivered at the nickname, licking their lips as they held Geralt’s gaze. “My crew would take half of yours out before they fall. Don’t let the name and the skirt fool you, Geralt. This is a tight ship and my crew are loyal. Most importantly, witcher, when my crew falls there will always be more to take their place. I heard that new witchers were a thing of the past.”

“You’re threatening me?” The sword dug a little deeper, and Dandelion winced at the pain. They might be a brilliant pirate and sword fighter, but they weren’t above vomiting all over the deck at the sight of blood. 

Despite the fear that was starting to creep up their spine, Dandelion let out a burst of panic laughter. “Oh quite the opposite, darling. I was trying to seduce you. I’m awfully pretty, don’t you think?”

“You ripped my shirt,” Geralt deadpanned. 

“Yes, well… that was for my benefit really. You are also rather pretty.”

With a sigh, Geralt lowered the sword. “You’re a mess, Dandelion, but fine. You’re a good captain, not great, but good.”

“Oi!”

“There’s still time to kill you.”

“No, no. Quite alright. I have a better idea anyway. How about I show you my cabin?” Dandelion smirked, tilting their head. 

Geralt’s eyes darkened and his lip pulled into a predatory smile. “Oh I think here will be just fine. Don’t you?”

[nataliescatorccio]

a creation for every month of 2022

post your favorite or most popular post from each month this year (it’s okay to skip months).

i was tagged by @petersevan and absolutely loved doing this last year so very excited to have the chance to reflect on things this year!

january:

> favourite: yennefer look book > most popular: geralt ‘hmm’ of rivia returns

february:

> favourite: jaskier: a bard’s tale > most popular: yenskier: correct or incorrect?

march:

> favourite: yenralt in emojis > most popular: kantony + newton

april:

> favourite: how to court your future wife > most popular: anthony cannot compute

may:

> favourite: max + running up that hill > most popular: leia organa

june:

> favourite: a bee in your bonnet > most popular: first kill + text posts

july:

> favourite: the ladies of the continent > most popular: fruity four: a summary

august:

> favourite: klaus + non-binary colours > most popular: eddie + tattoos

september:

> favourite: the umbrella academy + powers > most popular: rhaenyra and harwin

october:

> favourite: rhaenyra: then and now > most popular: geralt + fuck

november:

> favourite: wednesday + nicknames > most popular: enid + wearing lesbian colours

december:

> favourite: yenskier > most popular: jenna & emma on wenclair

tagging: @lamberts @ughmerlin @arthurpendragonns @ivashkovadrian @zoya-nazyalenskys @aryastaark @wenclair @natalia-dyer @seance @capinejghafa @viktorhargreeves & anyone else who sees this and would like to do it!

[limerental]

ficletober day 9 - geralt, yennefer & ciri's huge, weird extended family modern au

Worried for their 13y/o daughter, Geralt and Yennefer call a meeting of their strange extended family of choice.

Contains ensemble found family shenanigans, wholesome family moments, and non-binary Mistle/Ciri

"She's hiding something. And acting different."

"Probably several somethings," said Yennefer. "She's a teenaged girl." 

Poor Geralt looked stricken, as though the thought had just occurred to him, despite celebrating Ciri's thirteenth birthday months ago now.

"Now, now, Geralt, it's a perfectly natural phenomenon. She's blossoming into a young woman. She's–"

"Shut it, Jaskier. Who invited him to this meeting anyway?"

"I'm her godfather!"

"Regis is her godfather."

"Right. Well, I'm her fun uncle."

"Naw, sorry, Coen, Eskel, and I have split custody of fun uncle responsibilities," said Lambert.

"Well then I'm… musical accompaniment. Who else would sing her songs by that one popstar she likes?"

"That was years ago," said Yennefer. "These days, she mostly listens to… frankly I wouldn't call it music necessarily."

"Lots of screaming," said Geralt, frowning. "Very angry. That's part of the problem. It's a sign that something isn't right."

Sprawled on the couch, Lambert whistled innocently, as though he was not the most likely subject to have influenced their daughter's unusual music choice. 

"She's a teenaged girl, like you said," said Milva, shrugging. "She'll do worse than have questionable music taste. I sure did."

The other women in the strange ensemble gathered in the front room of the Rivia-Vengerberg household offered their agreement. Triss aborted her agreement when she saw the look on Geralt's face, smiling reassuringly and shaking her head instead.

"Have either of you tried talking to the girl about it?" asked Nenneke as she passed around a platter of cookies. 

Geralt and Yennefer looked at one another.

"Did you?"

"No, I thought–"

"You called the meeting, I assumed that meant–"

"No, I said 'maybe we should call a meeting' and then you called the meeting."

"Did you ask her–"

"No, I thought you did. That's why I–"

Their back and forth devolved into full-blown petty squabbling.

Eskel and Lambert had started discussing their rival sports teams in what they clearly thought were lowered tones. Cahir scrolled through his phone while Regis watched over his shoulder, announcing to the group's bemusement that he too had a Tiktok where he discussed native flora and had quite the following. Jaskier, grown bored and nosy, fumbled the elegant horse statue on the mantle of the fireplace, which Coen leaned to catch at the last moment. Milva pinched the moon-eyed Triss, who had been staring with blatant envy and sentimental longing at the arguing couple. Triss yelped. Vesemir snorted awake in Geralt's recliner.

Said couple showed no signs of slowing down, their accusations growing more pointed and scathing and increasingly irrelevant to the subject at hand.

Suddenly, the front door burst inward, and young Ciri appeared in the midst of the front room. 

She seemed unsurprised to see her entire extended family gathered together, her expression stormy and determined. She held the hand of an individual her own age whose closely-shorn hair was dyed a vibrant pink.

"I don't know why you people have to be so dramatic about everything," Ciri huffed. "This is Mistle. They're my partner. And I don't care if you're disappointed. We'll run away together if you don't like it."

The gathering hushed.

"Disappointed?" asked Geralt.

"Why on earth would we be disappointed?" asked Yennefer.

"Regis said you would be."

All eyes turned to Regis, who smiled innocently.

"Oh yes, I caught these two together last week."

"And you neglected to say anything?"

"And told our daughter we would be disappointed about it?"

"Young Mistle is my neighbor. I often hear that gang of theirs torturing animals in the garage, I'm afraid."

"It's not a gang! It's a band! We're called the Rats."

"Mistle said they might let me join. I can't play an instrument but I'm getting pretty good at screaming."

Jaskier, who had spent many determined hours trying to get young Ciri interested in music, looked aghast. The rest stared in perplexed interest, not saying a word.

"Ciri," said Geralt, shuffling forward to lay a hand on his daughter's shoulder. "We're not disappointed."

"Except maybe disappointed in ourselves," Yennefer corrected as stepped up beside him, "that we made you feel that we would be."

"I only thought… well, Mistle's not a boy, you know."

"Yes," said Yennefer. "And?"

"They're not a girl either."

"And?"

"And they and their friends seem to enjoy torturing rats," said Regis unhelpfully, smiling.

"Mistle," said Yennefer, and the gangly kid holding Ciri's hand tightly straightened up. "You're invited to family dinner tomorrow."

"Mama, neither of you can cook."

"You're invited to family pizza night tomorrow." Yennefer eyed the rest of the family. "None of you are though. This meeting was a disaster. You've been horrendously unhelpful. Especially you, Jaskier."

"What did I do?!"

"You would have done something eventually."

The gathering concluded with a round of hugging and well wishes with Ciri and Mistle at the middle of it all, beaming. 

Ciri felt very lucky to have this many people who gave a shit about her well-being. Mistle had two living parents who didn't give a shit about them, and Ciri was fortunate enough to have a whole ensemble. When she said so later that evening, Yennefer chastised her foul language even as she and Geralt grew teary-eyed. They embraced her together, wiping away her own spill of tears.

Ciri felt far less lucky several weeks later when half the family appeared at her very first informal basement performance of her experimental teenaged grunge band bearing video cameras and wolf-whistling.

That their opening act went viral on Tiktok thanks to Uncle Regis' strange following soothed little of the hopeless mortification.

But later, when Mistle wept in her arms and said they'd never felt that kind of love in their whole damn lives, Ciri could feel nothing but warmth and softness and good fortune.

[evilwickedme]

Ok so here are my thoughts on day 3 - honestly it wasn't a particularly eventful day. All of the people who followed me yesterday voted and supported Jaskier, so he unjustly won - obviously this is Tumblr and people are going to vote for their fav, but this was conceived first and foremost as a bracket for MY followers, who I KNOW are mostly superhero fans, except for everyone who followed me because of yesterday's post... Also, not cool to claim bi representation from a character I literally in the post say is only implied subtext at best when it's compared to a canon pansexual man who's dating a non-binary character but whatever. Technically everyone followed the rules, I'm just disappointed.

Penny-anna's reblogs did change the tide mid-day, making it so Lois Lane won over Murderdock who had the lead up until that point.

Everything else was to be expected. Spider-Gwen and Spider-Man are about to face each other, so I guess we'll see if my followers side with one of the most popular characters of all time or with his newer, cooler feminist critique (I know what I'm voting for!). And we have both of penny-anna's blorbos facing up against each other - I wonder which one will end up winning out?

AND we have the losers bracket up tonight as well!! Vote for your favorite of the four who, in my opinion, deserved the most to progress one more round - and I'll pit the top two against each other at the same time as our final round!

[kiaraintheforest]

greetings! i'm kiara, and you can find me in a forest at any given time. im a 21 year old south african/indian fantasy writer & artist. i often feel less like a human and more like a species of fungi you'd find feeding off of the nutrients on dead wood. the reminder that tolkien was also south african is what wakes me up in the morning and encourages me to write another page.

some other random facts about me next to cute emojis:

🐌 im super into dark earth/eco goth/forest academia juxtaposed with advanced tech & gadgets - think: mushrooms blooming from a rat carcass behind an arcade, or E-books about the anatomy of vampire bats, or misty glass terrariums at a cafe, or wizard instagram influencers 📗 im currently reading: the witcher books series. (jaskier is basically my husband) 🍃 im an insect collector, god of terrariums, forager, lover of fae 🏹 my gender is the open skies (she/they)

📜i have a bsc computer science

🌙 i am a massive linguistics nerd (fluent in english & hindi) - currently learning mandarin & latin on duolingo

🎨 i paint and sell my artwork!

🍄 i believe mushrooms will save the world

🐚 my socials: instagram, youtube, wattpad

all my stories are written from the perspective of Thug; he's a hybrid creature, the only one of his kind, who has lost his memories and was rescued by my alter ego Polkadot. he's thus indebted to her for life and joins her on all her quests to collect stories.

1. The Polkadot Files (Karma series)

genre: adventure, fantasy, mystery

blurb: An anthology of short stories exposing the truth about the fairytales you were told.

key words: unreliable narrator; time travel; space travel

number of books: 1, short story collection, ongoing

2. The House of Slyspore

genre: low fantasy, gothic, urban fantasy

blurb: This story isn’t a ‘big’ story. It doesn’t have world ending, the-destruction-of-life-as-we-know-it stakes. That already happened. This story involves a found family whose deaths happen to be entangled with each other. It starts with a Necromancer and an Assassin taking turns on the same victim.

key words & tropes: found family; lesbians; enemies to lovers; gender fluid main character; queer characters; anti capitalism themes; post apocalyptic; zombies & ghosts; necromancer, and lots of death themes

number of books: 1, ongoing, current project

3. The Polkadot Files (Kaal series)

genre: adventure, mystery, fantasy

blurb: After playing the role of her assistant for centuries, Thug is only now beginning to question his boss's identity. She is an immortal and has lived countless lives across dimensions, planets, and worlds, that much he knew. But after a mysterious quest to a snowy mountain, he begins unraveling a truth that is larger than the multiverse itself.

keywords & tropes: memory loss; pirates; time travel; space travel; unreliable narrator; multiverse

number of books: 1, completed

4. The Clans of the Skye & Sea

genre: high fantasy; epic fantasy

blurb: Faeries occupy the Skye. Mermaids inhabit the Sea. They had one rule: never cross territories.

keywords & tropes: enemies to lovers; faeries; mermaids; intense worldbuilding; romance; stockholm syndrome

number of books: 3

5. Enchanted High

genre: children's fantasy

blurb: a high school for all sorts of magic folk. (i wrote this when i was 12)

keywords & tropes: magical school; intense worldbuilding; romance; everything from werewolves to mermaids to goblins and technopaths

number of books: 7 planned (2 completed, 1 ongoing)

6. Non-Binary

genre: scifi, fantasy, queer main character

blurb: Preeti Singh is a computer science and mathematics college major. She has programmed an artificial intelligence that gives her "abilities" using the extraordinary powers of advanced math to protect Joy City. However, she is gender fluid, and with the AI she realizes she can change her appearance to that of a male whenever she wants. Her male alter ego - dubbed Calculator-Man by the news reporters in the city - becomes known as a superhero. That's when things get bizarre. Once peaceful Joy City becomes home for sorcery wars, aliens, infinity, and 3am thoughts during lunch.

keywords & tropes: computer science & math; superhero; gender fluid MC; interdimensional travel; aliens; time travel; tragic ending

number of books: trilogy planned (1 completed)

thanks for reading. feel free to add me to your writeblr tag list! have a mushroom for your journey 🍄

your loyal scribe,

kiara.

[thelostgirl21]

Gotta love when people tell me sapioromantism/sapiosexuality isn't real...

While at the same time acknowledging that demiromantism/demisexuality exists.

So... You're telling me it's okay to be exclusively able to romantically fall in love with/be sexually turned on by an emotional bond you share with someone.

But you can't frakking be exclusively able to romantically fall in love with/be sexually turned on by an intellectual one?!?!?!

I mean I'm a frakking demisexual (not sapiosexual), and you've got zero problem convincing me sapiosexuality is real!

I feel a sexual rush SPECIFICALLY over the way I am emotionally relating with another person (regardless of the type of emotional relation), for frak's sake!

Imagining how it must feel to want to fuck someone over the way our brains work/connect together is super easy, barely an inconvenience! How is that not real?!?!?!

For the romantic aspect, all I've got to do is replace "wanting to fuck someone" by "having a crush on them", and voilà! Sapioromantism!

And yeah, I know that it's often phrased as "being attracted to highly intelligent people", but that's like saying that demi is "being attracted to highly loving people".

Guys, the way we perceive intelligence and emotions is a very intimate phenomenon. And I personally find friendships as sexually attractive as romances.

I've never been more likely to want to fuck a person I've got romantic feelings for, than I've been likely to want to fuck someone I've got platonic or alterous feelings for.

But I need to emotionally connect.

And there are many different types of intelligence a human being can express that makes them romantically or sexually attractive.

Emotional intelligence, spatial intelligence, musical intelligence, logical intelligence...

It's much harder to quantify intelligence than it is to qualify it, and sapiosexuals do have intelligence preferences.

On the TV show "The Witcher", sapioromantic Jaskier appears to have a romantic preference for (or be strongly romantically attracted to, at least) emotional intelligence and insightfulness, if you're wondering how sapioromantic attraction might look like.

I'm actually exclusively sexually attracted to people that gives off what I call a "geeky vibe". You know, that look like they tend to get really passionate about a specific subject/discipline they deeply enjoy (videogames, movies, series, science, music theory, rocks... Whatever it is!) and "geek out" about it on a regular basis.

My partner is insanely into electric cars technology, and each time he starts talking about it, the research that's being done on recycling batteries, etc., he goes from a usually introverted personality to really animated, passionate, and expressive one; his eyes get that light and happiness to them, his skin gets slightly flushed, there's a unique musicality to the verbal flow of his words, etc.

He's also a D&D player, and that's insanely hot to me (although I've never personally played D&D)!

Seriously, do yourself a favor, and watch a bunch of people play D&D together. If they're really into their characters, their quests, and have a good DM, it's pure geek porn!

Those are huge turn ons! You want to have sex tonight? Get your geek on, babe! That's what I'm talking about!

I don't care whatever gender you have, as long as you're a geek!

That's what I'm sexually into. Geeks. Not men, women, or people outside the binary. Geeks.

Actually, if "geekiness" is considered as a form of intelligence, perhaps I could be considered somewhere on the whole sapiosexual spectrum (I just can't say specifically what type of intellect geeks display that triggers the attraction), too!

Because developing an emotional bond with a non-geek fails to trigger any sense of sexual attraction.

I need to find you aesthetically attractive (let's face it, demi-pansexuals can be as "shallow", when it comes to being attracted to someone's looks as people from any other sexual orientations. There's just a secondary delay for us to get there), feel those "geeky vibes" emanating from you, and be emotionally bonded to you based on high levels of trust (specifically), in order to find you sexually attractive.

Those are the mains patterns I've noticed are a constant for me.

So yeah... Sapioromantism and sapiosexuality not being real? Get out!