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love themed journaling prompts ♡

♡ where do u feel the most loved

♡ one trait about yourself that you love seeing in other people

♡ list the tiniest and ‚random’ things that somehow make u feel deeply loved and cared for

♡ a letter to ur future lover

♡ a letter from the perspective of someone whose madly in luv with u

♡ how can u use ur love language to show urself love?

♡ what romantic thing would u like to experience the most

♡ describe ur dream date

♡ list ur celebrity crushes / fictional character crushes and name one thing u adore the most about each one

♡ create a recipe for a self-love potion when ure feeling unwell about urself

♡ who have u loved the most in life

♡ make a tutorial how to treat ur heart in romantic relationships by ur partner

♡ which romantic relationship of urs do u regret the most and why, try to figure out why it didn’t work out

♡ what is one gift / item someone gave u / made for u that made u feel the most loved and appreciated

♡ describe how u want to feel for ur partner, how do u want them to see u

♡ if u had to write a novel about a person u loved, who would u pick and why? what would u write about them?

♡ what event/person from the past made u love the way u love today

You swear?

On my wife

That's nothing man..

On my relationship with Holmes

There we gooo

Unfortunately, before he can find anyone capable of breaking the curse, he is unknowingly purchased, adopted, and renamed by Geralt as the newest Roach.

At first, Jaskier is horrified.

Then he discovers something even more shocking.

Geralt talks.

Constantly.

The witcher, who normally treats conversations with actual people as a form of cruel and unusual punishment, apparently has no such reservations when speaking to his horse. Every day is an endless stream of commentary.

The weather. Local politics. Monster contracts. The questionable life choices of fellow witchers. Philosophical debates that begin with "What even counts as a monster?" and somehow end with Geralt complaining about taxes.

And, most scandalously, gossip.

Found this on Pinterest,

Pt. 1

i. have like a really old (2 years ago) art of michael. i don't really want to make a full art of him rn but if i did draw him again i would've changed the design a bit probably

Geralt Makes it down the mountain first and it is much, MUCH later, when he’s cleaning out his stuff when he realizes he still has Jaskier’s Seal skin.

“Now, Geralt,” Vesemir said, wielding that weary, chastising tone only a father ever truly mastered, “I try not to meddle in what you do on the Path. But a selkie?”

Geralt stared down at the sealskin clutched in his hands, his fingers tightening faintly in the soft, damp fur. For a long moment, he said nothing.

“It’s Jaskier,” he admitted at last, the words barely more than a whisper.

“Your bard?” Vesemir asked.

Slowly, Geralt nodded.

“He’s kept the secret a long time,” Geralt said. His voice was rough around the edges, thoughtful in a way he rarely allowed himself to be. “Can’t blame him for it either. People steal selkie pelts. Trap them. Keep them.” His gaze dropped again. “I didn’t mean to take it.”

Vesemir’s eyes narrowed slightly. “But did you mean to give it back?”

Geralt looked up sharply, something almost startled flickering across his face.