𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 cw: major character injury, gore related to corpses read here: archiveofourown.org/works/37668319

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ɢʀᴀɪɴ ᴏғ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ғᴀɪʀʏ ᴛᴀʟᴇ. ☆ an independent, witcher au of Steve Harrington from stranger things ☆ school of the griffin and melee weapon expert; a witcher with a moral code, and a royal family ☆ crossovers welcome, mirrored description

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ITS FUCKING COLD.

He's in the kitchen. Making a concoction.

//also 👉👈 because my steve muse is still so strong but i miss everyone here, I do have a witcher Steve au so maybe we could write there? @meleewitcher

It's beautiful, but the meaning behind it is enough to bring him to tears. Brushing his thumb over the flowers, he smiled at Jaskier before holding it out to her. "Help me put it on?"

𝐕 𝐈 𝐏 𝐄 𝐑 ., he’s sourced him a new sketchbook — the one he last saw was looking pretty full.

Honestly? Absolutely not.

Not that he's comfortable enough to attend a gathering yet. . . But if he WAS, he would look better than anyone else. No matter how many limbs he has.

𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬 : Oberyn (𝐕 𝐈 𝐏 𝐄 𝐑 .) 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑺 : Everlasting — perfect to match him.

Hiding some poison in his prosthetic hand.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ # 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗩𝗜𝗣𝗘𝗥 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝓗𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝓖𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝓥𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯

Drinking spiced tea in the shade. It's too hot to continue on the Path for the day.

Oh it's an Ofiri classic. Usually it's drunk cold and sweet but the heat from the spices are very cooling. Oberyn would share, if the other would like some.

Sitting up to set his cup down, Oberyn fished out a second and carefully began to fill it with tea from his waterskin. "Oberyn. The pleasure is mine,"

My mother was not a WHORE