Jaskier (from 𝙍𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙣, meaning buttercup); n. : a plant with bright yellow flowers; considered a weed. Poisonous to men and beasts alike.

ᅠ ᅠ ⠀ all men must 𝖉𝖎𝖊. but we are 𝙽𝙾𝚃 men. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓓𝖺𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 ⠀ …⠀ 𝖳𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗒𝖾𝗇, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 ⠀ 𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 ⠀ 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴 ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓨𝖤𝖭𝖭𝖤𝖥𝖤𝖱⠀ OF⠀ 𝓥𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖤𝖱𝖡𝖤𝖱𝖦 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Everything about her is ravishing. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀And menacing. Those colours ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀of hers; that contrast of black ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and white. 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗬 & 𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘. ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ ⠀ i don’t disagree , women can have 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 over men. but its not ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀always 𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 , is it ִ 𖤠 ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓣𝖱𝖨𝖲𝖲 𝓜𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖦𝖮𝖫𝖣 𝖮𝖥 𝓜𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙱𝙾𝚁 ⠀⠀⠀⠀Are you a witch? Guessed again. ⠀⠀⠀⠀Although I prefer to be called an ⠀⠀⠀⠀* ℰnchantress. To avoid getting ⠀⠀⠀⠀it wrong, call me by my name . . . ⠀⠀⠀⠀Triss. Just Triss. ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀women ✨

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀it is only right that i have made my comeback on lesbian visibility week. yes , feast your eyes.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀oh has someone been hoping for her return ﹖

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀why does she have to be the one to stop by ﹖why can’t the other enchantress do so ﹖ black eyes roll with affection. she is here, approaching the temerian.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀oh ﹖ and maybe she misses arguing. philippa gazes at the half — elf. beautiful and tall and just as the enchantress remembered her. hands rest on a strong chest.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀yes , go sleep and save me the headache little bard.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀there is a lot of mix feelings about my return. fortunately for me , i don’t care.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀oh you’d be surprised , witcher. not many have your excellent taste in company.

loba.⠀ i chose the worse time to be active and funny on little miss eilhart cause its 3am and i’m eepy

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀unhand her , foul beast ﹗she is not returning the hug. not at all. she is not wrapping her arms around him and patting his back in a way only philippa would. with disgust and affection. nope. 𝑠̵𝘩̵𝑒̵ 𝑚̵𝑖̵𝑠̵𝑠̵𝑒̵𝑑̵ 𝘩̵𝑖̵𝑚̵ 𝑡̵𝑜̵𝑜̵

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀‍ ‍ 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 ‍﹠ ‍𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 ‍, she’s sleepy, cuddle her now.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀hello less fabulous people.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀she grunts as she is kept off the ground for longer than she’d like before being set down. she looks up at the tall man, arms crossing. “ i wouldn’t go that far, witcher. ” the corner of her lip quirks just barely though.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀an unsurprising response. luckily philippa likes it —— and her. there’s a soft hum from the jewel of tretogor as a brow is raised and spot beneath lower lip traced. the sorceress kisses the other’s thumb. “ hello, dear. ”