#bc everything i write is geraskier
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(edit: now an actual fic! part 1 part 2 ao3)
hhhhhh ok but now i’m thinking about banshee!jaskier, which means i’m actually thinking about half-siren/half-banshee!jaskier like that one fic (that i lost and totally forgot the name of- does anyone know which one i’m talking about? he had 2 moms but he was raised by his siren mom even though her family shunned her for mating with a banshee, and the reveal scene was geralt/yen/ciri getting captured by cahir’s army and jask going full Creature and just fucking slaughtering all of them, and rescuing them covered in scales and drenched in blood and that was how geralt learned he wasn’t human? anyway it was so fucking good someone pls tell me if u remember the name 😭**)
(**edit tysm anon fic is here)
but ANYWAY i’m thinking about half-siren/half-banshee!jaskier whose powers are a mix of both, so his Song foretells death instead of luring people to it, and i’m only thinking in Vibes right now but something about the lyric “this here is not singing, i’m just screaming in tune” has hooked in my brain and won’t let go
jask with a complicated relationship to music bc he loves stories and he wants to tell them but he keeps feeling that tug at the back of his throat to change the tune when he’s singing to an audience and makes eye contact with someone Doomed, jask who hates the taste of death and tries to go without singing but denying both sides of his instincts like that hurts and denying his passion hurts differently and there’s just no way for him to not be in pain, so he chooses to sing knowing what it will bring
jask who follows geralt around because at least in a witcher’s wake he won’t be suspected as the bringer of death as much, until he realizes that geralt hates it just as much as he does and that’s when he starts to fall in love, because finally he found someone who understands that feeling, that “something awful is going to happen to you and you want me to save you but i can’t always” feeling
OH jask who learns to hone his powers to lure people away from their deaths! because he knows when they’re coming and he can sing people where he wants them to go and he starts saving lives OH OH jaskier who uses that instinct as the Sandpiper! who starts stepping in when he can feel a Song in the back of his throat for an elf, who puts himself between them and death and sings them away to safety!! anskskjdjsks jask who first discovered he could do that when he tasted geralt’s Song and almost went fully feral from how much he needed that Not To Happen
ough welcome to another fic i’ll probably never write why is my brain Like This
#i remain as ever tormented by blorbo thoughts#the witcher#twn#jaskier#dandelion#geralt of rivia#geraskier#bc everything i write is geraskier#creature!jaskier#banshee!jaskier#siren!jaskier#my writing#the amazing devil
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my latest steddie fic beating out my old geraskier fic that i no longer like and do not understand how it got the highest kudos of all my other better fics THANK YOU <3
#writing tag#FOR YEARS i have prayed and wished for that fic to get trumped out by something new and better and ao3 gods said NO#BUT I WIN!!!!#i literally DO NOT get why it got so much kudos like it must have just been the Height Of Geraskier at the time bc everything else-#even my E rated fics!!! even straight up porn!!! got less kudos than a GEN AUDIENCE fic#like WHAT
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anyway, here’s my wip geraskier fic of the concept of “jaskier’s family is like the addams family of the witcher world”
that concept idea belongs to @penandinkprincess, i just went for it bc i thought it was a cute and funny idea.
tell me what y’all think, i am chucking this from the fandom’s dumpster where i usually hang out. it’s been a while since i’ve written fanfics, so sorry if i’m even posting wips all wrong.
anyway, enjoy.
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Kooky and a little spooky
Geralt/Jaskier. Established relationship. Meeting the family. Jaskier is from The Witcher’s version of the Addams Family. Fluff and Humor
Geralt knew he was in trouble when he got the house wrong. He was ready to walk up to the beautiful-looking mansion with lovely garden sculptures and bright flowers, with even a fountain of a statue of a little angel-looking boy spitting out water. To finally meet Jaskier’s family, which was a thing he’s been dreading since he finally worked up the nerve to confess to Jaskier. He was ready to open the silver gates when Jaskier stopped him, putting his hand on Geralt’s shoulder.
“Where are you going? That isn’t my parents’ house.” Jaskier said with an amused smile on his face.
Geralt blinked as Roach let out a snort. Jaskier jerked his head and said, “It’s way more down this road, dear. Just keep following me.”
So, he did. And the road became more barren with dirt beneath them vanishing along with the dying grass, and it’s as if the clouds came out of nowhere. Making everything look more deary and ominous. Jaskier was too busy humming a tune to himself, more oblivious if anything. They finally came upon, what Geralt thought was at least, an abandoned-looking mansion, with the yard looking wild with weeds and long grass. A weeping willow and dying flowers all around. And a huge black gate with hellish designs on it.
Jaskier turned to Geralt with a huge smile. “Well, here we are!”
Geralt blinked. Roach gave out an uneasy whinny. The medallion around Geralt’s neck began to shiver.
(A few months ago…)
This whole ordeal started when Jaskier received a letter from his mother. After playing a few rounds in the tavern they were currently staying at, a young man held out the parchment to him and scurried away. Geralt was still away doing a job, so he wasn’t there when Jaskier received the letter. He still doesn’t know what the letter was even about. But it didn’t matter because later that night, as he and Jaskier laid together on the tiny bed, Jaskier gave out the smallest of sighs.
“What’s wrong?” Geralt asked, his voice deep and rumbling with sleep.
“Oh, it’s nothing dear heart.” Jaskier whispered, twiddling his fingers under the covers.
“It’s something if you’re sighing like that. Just tell me.” Geralt grumbled.
“Well…since you did ask,” Jaskier began and Geralt grunted, “I got a letter today from my mother. Nothing drastic, mind you. Just a simple, oh hello son how you’ve been, kind of thing. It was quite a long letter too. Mother tends to get very flowy with her words when she writes. It’s where I get my artistic flair, you know. Anyway, reading it made me a bit. Well, a bit homesick, I guess. Not that I don’t mind our travels, Geralt! But even you miss your brothers and other witcher friends, right? And it’s has been a while since I’ve returned home. It would be nice to see everyone again…”
Geralt cracked open one of his eyes and shifted around on the bed, looking at Jaskier. “You wish to return home? Is that all?”
“I suppose so. Maybe.” Jaskier mumbled, almost shyly.
“You don’t need my permission, if this is what this is all about.” Geralt said, gently running his fingers through Jaskier’s hair.
Jaskier scoffed, playfully rolling his eyes. “It’s not that, I assure you.”
“Then, what is it?” Geralt asked, and he can smell the anxiety coming off Jaskier.
“Well, I was thinking. If maybe…I mean, it’s only fair because two winters ago, I did meet your brothers and Vesemir. A delightful bunch, we should see if we can write to them too. But anyway, what I’m trying to say is, it would be nice. If you…came along with me. To my parents’ house.”
Geralt blinked. “You want me to meet your parents?”
“Yes,” Jaskier said with a nervous smile.
Geralt frowned with a thoughtful hum. “I’m not usually the…bring home to meet the parents type.”
“Oh, believe me, Geralt. My parents will adore you.” Jaskier said confidently.
“I doubt that…” Geralt mumbles. He sighs, looking into Jaskier’s perfect blue eyes. “Is it important to you, if I meet them?”
“Well…yes, dear heart.” Jaskier said. “I want you to like them. Not everyone, usually likes my family. But you’re important to me, and they’re important to me as well. It also makes everything feel more…official.”
“Official?” Geralt asks, raising a brow. Jaskier lightly smacks his arm, blushing. “You know what I mean.” He grumbles.
Geralt chuckles, giving Jaskier a light pinch to his side, making the bard jump a bit. He can see that Jaskier really wants him to say yes. He sighs, laying back down on the bed. Meeting nobles is one of worst things to Geralt, and he knows Jaskier comes from one. He wonders if the reason no one likes Jaskier’s family because they were the snobby kind of nobles. Rude and condescending.
He heaves out another sigh. “Okay. I’ll go with you.”
Jaskier clings to Geralt’s side. “Really? Truly?” He asks, his voice getting higher.
Geralt nods and Jaskier plants a huge kiss on his cheek. He cuddles closer to Geralt, sighing happily. “You won’t regret this, Geralt dear. I promise.” Jaskier whispers.
Geralt just grunts in return, finally closing his eyes.
#the witcher#geraskier#my fanfics#my wips#geraskier fic#i'm trying to continue it i am just a busy adult and also forgetful#i meant to finish it before halloween but lol that ship has sailed
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Thank you for the tag @swanfloatieknight!
3 ships:
1. Famine (Good Omens)/ Gluttony (as in the sin. I know there are no Sin Entities in Good Omens so I guess it's kinda like an OC? I just think the concept of the embodiments of Famine and Gluttony dating is fun idk)
2. Eskel/Jaskier (I know I mostly write Geraskier but Jaskier has even more potential for self esteem based angst and I love that)
3. Elias Bouchard (the actual Elias, not JM)/Peter Lukas (I didn't even consider shipping that one until I read a fic in which Peter was in love with the OG Elias and it was so heart breaking and fitting for an Avatar of the Lonely)
First ship: Zutara
Last movie: "The Magic Flute - Das Vermächtnis der Zauberflöte" that movie is an Experience™
Last song: Show People - Curtains: a great big new musical comedy
Currently reading: a lot of magnus archives fanfic
Currently watching: seven vs wild
Currently craving: three days to be just on my own with no obligations and no one to talk to.
Day one: going on a hike for up to six hours. Just being away from everything, maybe listening to some podfic
Day two: sitting at home, doing creative things. Writing, embroidery, coming up with designs for our play's stage set, maybe doing puzzles?
Day three: donate plasma. No other plans for that day bc donating always makes me super tired but it also makes me feel great mentally so there's that
(I've been craving those three days for over half a year and I probably won't get them until maybe June. I've put a lot of thought into them and I might be able to do one of those things this weekend :D)
Tagging: @girls-and-honey @flosimo @gilbert-von-kneecap @rebrandedbard @samstree @tears-of-a-fool @parttime-creative @dhwty-writes @combatbootsfemme sees this and wants to do this. As always, no pressure to do this
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first lines meme
thank you so much for the tag @westmoor !! this was actually fascinating and reminded me of some stories I’m really excited about!
list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). see if there are any patterns. choose your favorite opening line. then tag 10 of your favorite authors!
published stories (newest to oldest)
“Yen lounges in Triss’ bathtub, two empty wineglasses lined up along the lip near her head.” - splash
“Yennefer walks through the great hall, tracking stinking mud on the lush blue carpet.” - tomorrow we start anew
“The bathwater is hot, so perfectly hot she’d had to lower herself in slowly, cursing between her teeth.” - soak
“Roach nickered softly as Geralt circled her, coaxing her into lifting her feet for his examination.” - promises, promises
WIPs & abandoned projects (most recently updated to oldest) (*note: I generally write my WIPs chronologically, but not always, so these may or may not be intended as openers lol)
“The monster is finally gutting itself on her sword when Yennefer senses the thrice damned witcher approaching.” - unnamed yenralt polevik story
“Every bard has a tale they’ll never tell.” - this might actually be the title or the summary instead, I really don’t know, but it’s a jaskier character study
“He wakes to the scent of wind and sunbaked dirt every morning.” - Istredd character study/magic......archaeology....!!!!!
“Triss threw her head back and laughed.” - modern day yentriss fake dating
“’Stay close,’ King Ahab says, rank travel-breath ghosting against Triss' ear, ‘there are many who would stop at nothing to halt this wedding.’” - yennefer & triss cross paths at a royal wedding
“The cold halls of Aretuza lit up when she stalked by.” - yentriss, the story of triss searching for yen through the years
"’Yen! Guess who's back tonight?’" - yentriss, yen works at target au
“’Just let the blade be a godsdamned blade, witch,’ Ładana snorts.” - ahhh, my yennefer character study focusing on how she learned how to use a sword. some day my love. some day.
“How anyone could dance in this condition, she thought muzzily, would always be beyond her.” - original fiction, hybrid sci-fi space opera & regency romance. yup
so pattern: yikes. really into long sentences, especially with like a two-clause format. I’m kinda surprised there aren’t more dialogue tags bc I love writing dialogue, so here’s my excuse to get back to that
favorite: hmmmm I like the first line of soak bc it feels like how I feel when I take a bath lol and #2 of the WIPs, “every bard has a tale they’ll never tell,” has been stuck in my head like an annoying song since November so idk
okay so apologies to anyone who’s already been tagged, but I’ll tag @crushcandles, @peppers-writing, @contemplativepancakes, @whatkindofnameisvolta, @10moonymhrivertam, and @drowningbydegrees !! no pressure y’all!
#there's more stuff hiding somewhere but I write in chaos and everything is scattered across websites & notebooks & scraps of paper#basically it's a 50/50 shot on whether my brain will work better on a keyboard or on paper#I've finally settled on one website and one notebook but that's a recent development#I KNOW for a fact that I've lost the record of my first ever geraskier fic#and I'm pretty sure I must have accidentally recycled some of my work on the yennefer sword fic which is a major bummer bc I'm very fond of#I forgot how much I love my space opera meets regency romance story...................#tag games#if anyone's curious about any of these I will gladly talk your ear off about it
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Hello! For the ask thingy, would you ever write an only-one-bed fic?
Oh, definitely! If I ever got the motivation, whoops. Definitely a favorite trope, two idiots being awkward!
#ask#witcher#bc let’s be honest we all know that’s who I would write it for#geraskier#laiden#maybe?#I always hc Lam and Aiden as just.#‘you like me?’#‘yeah you?’#‘yeah wanna smash’#getting together is the easy part for them 😘#everything else in their lives is a walking shitpost including them#but yeah if I got motivation to write more than once a month totally!
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8 or 21 or 31 for the hug prompts. love your new look 😉💖
thank you!! i am obsessed with this photoshoot 😭😭 also i hope you enjoy some angst i guess?? bc i write that now???
geraskier in angst major, no. 1
pairing: gen with lite!geraskier
rating: teen
warnings: implied torture, mild descriptions of injuries
jaskier is not having a good time
on ao3
Never say never, his mother had always said, and yet, Jaskier had foolishly done just that. He thought he was never going to feel anything worse than the heartache of what happened on the mountain, and yet, this moment was a very strong contender. It was such an obvious thing too, and Jaskier knew if Geralt had been there, he would’ve tutted at him for being so oblivious to the fact that the men giving him the eye were not, in fact, looking for a one night tumble.
Then again, if Geralt had been there, Jaskier wouldn’t have been flouncing about in a crowded tavern in plain view of some Nilfgaardian soldiers out of uniform. He would’ve been curled up in a bedroll on the forest floor, eating rabbit or deer and scribbling in his notebook while Geralt sharpened his swords.
“Bard’s tougher than he looks, huh?” he hears one of the guards say after he’s taken yet another beating. “That’s the third one today and he’s still conscious, somehow.”
“Barely. I bet if he got another one today, he’d tell us everything,” his companion says, and Jaskier’s body involuntarily winces at the thought of another beating so soon to his last one.
“Think the captain will let us? It’s not like we’re getting anywhere with the other prisoners,” the first one says, and he must lean against the bars because the scraping sound of metal against metal rings in Jaskier’s ears.
“Most likely. We haven’t tried branding yet,” the second voice answers, the gleeful tone to his voice making Jaskier’s stomach curl. Thankfully, it sounds like they’re finally, finally walking away and Jaskier lets himself relax when the sounds of their conversation dissipate.
He takes a deep breath and even that small, miniscule amount of movement makes his body ache. Jaskier tries to remember the things Geralt used to say about managing pain. The first step was to take inventory of his body to figure out what was wrong. It’s hard to do on his side, so Jaskier shifts, his face scrunching up as he lays on his back. It isn’t comfortable and the movement makes his bones feel like they’re on fire. How is it possible to feel this much pain and survive?
Okay, he can do this. He can take inventory of his body, just like Geralt used to.
Deep breath.
Something aches on his calf, near his ankle. Twisting it shoots pain up his leg, and Jasker bites down on his bottom lip to stop from making a noise. He can’t let the soldiers know he’s conscious enough to make noise.
Deep breath.
There’s a cut on his right upper thigh. He doesn’t know when he acquired it. This last beating? The one before? It’s not actively bleeding anymore, which is good. He thinks it means they didn’t hit anything major.
Deep breath.
A stabbing pain shoots up his left arm. Fuck. He hopes it’s not a break, because the implications of it makes his heart ache. Then again, he doesn’t know when he’ll see his lute again, so maybe it doesn’t really matter.
Deep breath.
His abdomen feels heavy. Is this what internal bleeding feels like? He should’ve asked Geralt how to know if you’re bleeding internally. Jaskier thinks he’d be colder if he were bleeding internally, or number.
Deep breath.
Jaskier’s head is pounding — not enough to distract from the rest of his pain, but just enough that his thoughts are verging on disjointed. Geralt would yell at him for not being able to focus.
Deep breath.
That definitely means there’s a head injury though. Jaskier remembers when Geralt had fought two fiends and they’d knocked him around. He had insisted that Jaskier not let him sleep, that it would make a head injury worse. Jaskier isn’t sure what worse means when the main part of your body that keeps things running is already hurt, but he thinks it means he shouldn’t sleep.
Deep breath.
If he’s asleep, though, he won’t feel the pain of his injuries. Jaskier closes his eyes, knowing Geralt would hit him for genuinely contemplating falling asleep while he’s got a definitive head injury.
Deep — Jaskier is jolted out of his breathing routine by a loud clanging noise, followed by thumps and screams and the sound of running. He pushes himself up onto his elbows, grimacing with the motion, to peer past the bars of his cell.
He should move back, maybe hide in the shadows and hope that whoever is attacking the prison will leave him alone. If he can have time to heal, he can get out of here and find … who? Geralt made it very clear he didn’t want Jaskier around, and it wasn’t like Jaskier could go around and find his old acquaintances. Anyone who was associated with him could be in danger because of his association with the White Wolf.
Maybe he could turn this prison into his home after whoever is out there finishes off the Nilfgaardians. Jaskier lays back down, closing his eyes and taking deep, slow breaths as the noises of fighting seem to get closer. If he lies here, maybe they’ll think this cell is empty of viable prisoners and they’ll keep going.
“Fuck,” he hears a voice grunt before the door to his cell opens. The voice seems familiar, but Jaskier can feel himself slipping in and out of consciousness and his already-vaguely-disjointed thoughts connect even less and less. “Please don’t be dead,” the voice says, and Jaskier vaguely feels a warm body next to him. The immediacy of the movement makes him flinch, and he hears another curse from the voice.
Familiarity blooms inside him, and he winces. His mind is playing tricks on him, it seems, maybe the Nilfgaardians decided an illusion would be more useful than a branding. Jaskier tries to curl into himself, but the pain that courses through him makes him scream.
“Jaskier, please, don’t move,” the voice whispers, gruff and gentle, and Jaskier whimpers as a hand brushes back his hair.
“Please, I don’t know anything, I swear,” he pleads, fighting back tears.
“It’s okay, Jask, you’re safe,” the voice murmurs, and Jaskier whines. The illusion feels so real it makes his heart ache, reminds him of the moments he clung to when Geralt’s fingers would barely brush over his skin when they were making camp, or when Jaskier made a stupid decision that got him hurt.
Suddenly, Jaskier is being tugged up, and he’s shocked into looking up. His eyes widen when he sees a shock of long white hair and amber eyes, a soft whisper escaping his lips.
“Yes, it’s me. We have to keep moving,” Geralt says, and Jaskier feels arms on his waist as he somehow gets on his feet. “Can you stand?” he asks, his eyes glittering with concern in a way that makes Jaskier’s head spin.
“You’re here,” he whispers, leaning back a little as Geralt’s hand moves from his waist. It’s not far, he can feel the heat of it against the ragged remains of his chemise, and Jaskier feels more light headed than he has in weeks.
“Careful,” the witcher murmurs, catching Jaskier’s arm as he sways on the spot. “I’ve got you, Julek.” His arm wraps around Jaskier’s waist and he brings him closer.
Jaskier inhales Geralt’s scent, a mix of leather and horse that’s difficult to duplicate, much less recreate in an illusion, and ignoring the sharp ache in his lungs at the movement. He’s probably got a broken rib, he realizes, as he involuntarily leans into Geralt more. “You’re here,” he repeats, his eyes fluttering.
“I am, but don’t fall asleep on me yet. You’ve got a nasty head wound,” Geralt says, his voice gruff and stern and the familiar tendrils of it makes Jaskier’s heart warm.
“Y’know, even if this was a dream, it’s a nice dream. I hoped this would be my last,” Jaskier whispers, like it’s a secret, as he leans into Geralt, wrapping an arm around the witcher’s waist. He has no balance, so he feels the sway of his body as he tries to recalibrate his center of gravity.
“It’s not a dream, and it sure as hell won’t be your last one.” Geralt’s response is angry, almost aggressive, and Jaskier thinks maybe he’s far too out of it to be affected by that. “Yen’s outside with a portal waiting for me to get you out of here,” he continues, tightening his grip around Jaskier’s waist and moving out of the cell.
Jaskier makes a soft noise, burying his face in Geralt’s neck as the witcher half-carries him out of the keep. “You came for me,” he mumbles, voice slurring as darkness starts to take a hold of his consciousness.
“I always will,” Geralt whispers. Or maybe it’s just a part of Jaskier’s dream. “You’re not dreaming, Jaskier, and I need you to stay awake.”
Did he say that aloud? Oh. Did that mean he was definitely dreaming or definitely not? Jaskier is about to say something else, he thinks, but putting words together has become very difficult. What a useless wordsmith he is, isn’t he? Not able to put words together! What a sorry excuse of a bard.
“What’s he babbling about?” a sultry feminine voice asks, and Jaskier’s body jerks, the pain shooting from his possibly-twisted ankle as he tries to run off. “Bard, what are you doing? Has he been doing this the whole time?”
“Hm,” Geralt grunts, shifting to hoist Jaskier towards the shimmering portal that’s just outside of his fuzzy eyeline.
“Why didn’t you Axii him like one of your horses?” Yennefer asks, her voice coming closer as Jaskier’s arm lifts and loops over someone’s neck. A lilac and gooseberries someone.
Geralt lets out a grunt that, if he were in the right state of mind, Jaskier would be able to translate, but for now, he knows there’s an underlying layer of softness to it that he wants to hold close to his heart.
“Oh, you stupid witcher,” Yennefer mumbles before Jaskier feels chaos surrounding him. It’s the last thing he consciously notes for himself before his vision goes black and his mind goes empty.
#hello i tried a thing i hope it's okay#jaskier#julian alfred pankratz#the witcher#witcher fic#geralt of rivia#a sprinkling of#yennefer of vengerberg#hurt/mild comfort#or as they say in the gallery#whump the bard#kali writes
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Hey have you watched the new season of the Witcher? I just finished it and they did the Geraskiers so bad with this one 😭😭😭
oh boy have i ever 😅 i’ve been yelling about it quite a lot, both on here and to many people irl, so i kinda feel like i need to apologize to everyone for all the reblogs and posts about it. looking through my Witcher tag on here will show you a lot of my thoughts, both in my tags and in my read mores on original posts.
i am so pissed, in fact, that i even made a pic on that ai dream app thing:
feel free to use it, anyone who sees this and wants to. i typed in “music notes and monster hearts” to create it
the absolute best thing to come out of this season is my newfound and complete and utter love of Yennefer. i was v meh about her in the first season but good lord does she shine here, and her friendship with Jaskier and vice versa is absolutely everything. they’re SO good and i really hope the writers aren’t gonna be afraid to give us more. (i worry bc ik this season has created a lot of yennskier shippers and that might make the writers fear writing any Yen and Jaskier content in future seasons bc they might become more popular than yenralt. that’s a mild theory i have as to why there’s so little geraskier content in s2: the writers realized it was a popular ship, so they cut back on most interaction and nearly everything that made people ship Geralt and Jaskier in s1. other creators have pulled this stunt before, so perhaps i’m just paranoid, but rn i don’t trust the Netflix Witcher creators, so.)
but i digress 🙃
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The Geraskier (and Lambden) H2O: Just Add Water AU of my dreams (bc Mermay is almost over and I haven’t done a thing for it and putting Geraskier into my favourite teenage shows is too much fun; this got long and messy):
-Geralt, Eskel, and Lambert grew up on the coast of Australia on an estate that is very big and private with its own sectioned-off part of the beach; among all their surfer kid school friends they are definitely the outcasts; they keep to themselves a lot and everyone thinks it’s because of their overprotective father who keeps them from throwing the best parties and also doesn't want them to go out into the ocean or have swimming lessons
-Vesemir is overprotective, but not for the reason everyone thinks; whenever he and/or his boys come into contact with water, they turn into mer-boys, complete with shimmering golden tails; he hoped this genetic oddity would pass them by, but it didn’t and so he taught them to be very careful for fear of them getting hurt
-they all cope with this in different manners: Geralt and Eskel mostly use their ability to do good; they protect little turtles from falling prey to predators, they collect trash from the bottom of the ocean; they also wrestle in the water a lot; Lambert tries to forget this is a thing and stays as far away form any body of water as he can; he spends most of his time secluded in his room, listening to edgy grunge music; sometimes his brothers can lure him out for a round of waterball in their private pool
-Jaskier is one of the popular kids one grade below Geralt (together with Lambert). He always gets the lead role in theatre, he has dozens of friends and a cool band and his outfits are outrageously fashionable; he vlogs a lot, he vlogs so much that anyone who has half a mind to get invested in his life will know everything from his morning routine to the night cream he uses; his favourite cafeteria lunch, the name of his teddy bear and his least favourite cousin
-Jaskier is also determined to befriend Geralt and his bros; he grew up in the same street as them and ever since he discovered Instagram, he’s been dying to take some shots in that house; he’s been over once, when Vesemir made the mistake of inviting a few kids Lambert’s age to his birthday party which ended up in a cake-throwing disaster; little Jaskier thought it was a great idea to tow the garden hose in and clean everything which ruined Vesemir’s favourite rug and had Geralt turn into a mer-boy on the spot; needless to say, Jaskier attributes this memory to a fever dream
-So, Jaskier starts following Geralt and Eskel around (he knows he’ll have no luck with Lambert) and they brush him off every opportunity they get
-What Jaskier doesn’t realize is that Geralt is hardcore in love with him, like so much so that his poor teenage mind cannot stop producing hormones on overload; he spends a lot of time out in the depths to distract himself from this
-What Jaskier also doesn’t realize is that he is falling for Geralt; it’s only for the sake of the 'gram, he tells himself, and because his followers seem to love the chunky mysterious senior with his strangely white hair
-Jaskier’s followers figure it out, the whole school figures it out, Lambert and Eskel figure it out (Geralt lets the guy sit at their lunch table, of course they’re in love) and eventually, even Geralt figures it out. Only Jaskier doesn’t and Geralt has a big-ass secret to keep anyway
-and so, to get rid of his pent-up frustration, he dives deeper and deeper; Eskel starts to worry, Vesemir says it’s just a phase, Lambert plainly doesn’t care
-Speaking of: Aiden is the snarky rich kid / bully that spends way too much time obsessing over uncovering their secret (bc he thinks he’s smart and always thought something about Vesemir was weird and he doesn’t like how they make such a fuss over their privacy). when he invities the three to one of his pool parties, he tries everything to make them reveal what they have going on, but Geralt doesn’t even show and Eskel keeps disappearing to play with Aiden’s dog and so Aiden is stuck with Lambert whom he definitely has a crush on, but won’t ever admit it. they’re enemies, okay? there’s a lot of tension and they end up drunkenly making out behind garden shed, something they both regret in the morning; Lambert doesn’t leave his room for a week straight and feigns a flu so he doesn’t have to meet Aiden at school; Aiden and Jaskier are friends ofc
-one day at school Geralt and Jaskier hang out on the lunch break alone because Eskel’s on a zoo trip with his class and Lambert is avoiding Aiden so he spends all his time holed up beneath the seats of the football field writing angry poems; Jaskier’s forgotten to charge his camera battery so it’s just them, stealing fries off each other’s plates, actually talking for once and Geralt’s sweating because Jaskier sits so close their knees bump and he looks ridiculously cute in his pastel dungarees and there’s this spot of ketchup on his nose that Geralt’s just itching to reach out and wipe away
-Jaskier isn’t all that hungry and he watches Geralt devour a third slice of pizza when he remembers his stupid childhood fever dream; he tells Geralt all about it, the cake fight, the ensuing mess and how he distinctly remembers Geralt growing a fish-tail and flopping around on the living room floor while Vesemir was screaming at them all to get out. “Funny, isn’t it? What your brain can make up?”; Geralt turns chalk-white and splutters a fake laugh
-he isn’t at school the next day and neither are Eskel or Lambert
-nor the next
-they are all a bit afraid, cautious and they just need to spend a few days, just the four of them, throwing themselves into the waves and being free of the shackles of their secrets; they chase each other around, they play some water ball and Vesemir makes them hot cocoa and rubs them dry the way he used to when they were younger and still unable to handle their transformation well
-as he does this, Vesemir thinks about moving somewhere more secure where there are less people, but he can’t take the boys’ life away; Geralt is clearly happy with Jaskier, Lambert’s coming around to opening up to someone, even if that someone is a giant asshole, and Eskel’s too easily unsettled to move elsewhere
-by the third day the boys don’t appear at school - and answer none of his texts - Jaskier gets unsettled; his followers urge him to just go and visit Geralt (they also finally enlighten Jaskier about his own feelings) and Jaskier does. thankfully, his camera is still uncharged and he forgot his phone at home or he would have filmed what he saw as he climbed their garden fence very ungracefully (no one opened the door)
-Geralt went too far out, too deep and got caught in the undertow of some massive waves, then was pulled under and cut himself on some rocks; Jaskier just about catches Eskel and Lambert dragging their brother ashore, his tail flopping helplessly; there’s blood washing away in the waves; Geralt’s eyes are closed and Jaskier understands with rare clarity that somehow this is his fault
-he hurtles towards Geralt, kicking up mud, so afraid that Geralt is going to die and as he does so he calls for Geralt, ignores Lambert’s curses and Eskel’s glower. They gently lower Geralt to the sand where the other two are out of reach of the hungry waves and Lambert runs for Vesemir, Eskel crouches down by Geralt’s tail, inspecting his wounds; meanwhile Jaskier is completely unfazed by the mer-boy thing, he simply drags Geralt’s head onto his lap and strokes his hair, apologizing over and over
-once Geralt is transformed back into human form, his wounds are patched up and Vesemir has given him a thorough lecture, he and Jaskier cuddle on the back porch couch and Jaskier keeps altering between laughing and crying; it’s ridiculous, Geralt is a mer-boy, but also he looked so fragile being hauled out of the water and Jaskier just loves him so fucking much
-and Geralt loves him back. and that’s how a spot of angst orchestrates their happily ever after
-meanwhile Aiden finds out when he has Lambert over for some making out one day and thinks it’s a funny idea to deposit his not-boyfriend in the pool mid-kiss; Lambert just floats in the pool, arms crossed, tail beating, waiting for Aiden to call the cops on him, but Aiden is super turned on and jumps in the pool with him and there’s more making out
THE END
#the witcher#my geraskier dream aus#geraskier#geralt x jaskier#mermay#merman!geralt#and co#jaskier#lambert#aiden#eskel#modern au#let's pretend like I'll write this for mermay next year#lambden#silly#high school drama#fluff#angst
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Writer in the dark - geraskier analysis
I was listening to Writer in the Dark by lorde, when i noticed that this fucking song represents geralt's and jaskier's relatioship perfectly, so here it is: geraskier analysis
This is gonna be in Jaskier perspective, like he's the one saying all this stuff yk
(also this is gonna be kinda sad, so beaware ig)
"Break the news, you're walking out
To be a good man for someone else"
Well, thre's not much to say, the lyric speaks for itself. Here I imagine Jaskier is talking to himself after their first encounter with the "crazy, sexy, witch", he can feel Geralt slipping through his fingers, when they're alone it's not like it used to be and deep down he knows that even tho Geralt's still with him, his mind and spirit are now with Yennefer.
He also feels that whatever he has with Geralt is not gonna be comparable with what Geralt wants to have with Yenna. Bc Geralt wants more with Yennefer, he wants something that he didn't want with Jaskier. Jaskier knows Geralt is good and that at some level he cares about him, but he also knows that with Yennefer things are gonna be way more profound than that. Geralt won't just be a good person in general, he'll be a good man for Yenna.
"Sorry, I was never good like you
Stood on my chest and kept me down"
Here we can talk about how Geralt always made Jaskier feel like he wasn't enough, like he wasn't wanted. Jaskier took care of him, brought coin and a bit of respect on his name, he spent ten years travelling with Geralt and he still didn't call him a friend. And sure, you could say that Jask didn't mind, but it's obvious he did
Geralt: we are not friens.
Jaskier: Sure, lets give it another decade.
Then in the mountains, when Geralt felt like he had screwed up, Jaskier was there to comfort him. Saying that geralt did his best and that was all he could do, that they could fucking live together at the coast, even tho he knew that Geralt could never settle down and stop killing monsters, he wanted that for him, he wanted that for them.
Jaskier feels like his work isn't as important as Geralt's, he's just a bard and Geralt's a hero in his eyes. What Geralt does actually matters.
"Hated hearing my name on the lips of a crowd
Did my best to exist just for you"
The first part of this verse is a bit hard to associete with Jaskier, since he obviously loves hearing his name on the lips of the crowd, but we could say this applies to Geralt maybe, like Jaskier is moking him for being so against his ballads. And since Geralt hates them so much, Jaskier tries his best to make them less obviouslly about Geralt.
"Her Sweet Kiss" could pass really well as a sad breaku up song about one of his many hook ups for the people of the continent who don't have all the context we do, they don't know this song is about Jaskier jalousy towards Yenna's and Geralt's relationship, they could think it's about a girl who broke Jaskier's heart and now he's warning other people about her, they don't know jack shit about them and their situation.
All of Jaskier work resolves aroud Geralt, he's not just his friends, Geralt's his muse! Yes, Jaskier has some flings here and there, (he's a funking bard, like), but he always comes back to Geralt, one way or another
Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark
Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark
Now she's gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart
Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark
I am my mother's child, I'll love you 'til my breathing stops
I'll love you 'til you call the cops on me
THIS PART MAKES ME GO FERAL!!!!"
Okay, so, this is after the mountain break up, it's about burn butcher burn, it's about how even tho Jaskier wants to forget everything and "burn his memories" of Geralt, he can't! Because he is a bard, an artist!
As a writer I can tell you, every piece of art ever made has a piece of the autor within it. When you sing, paint, write, etc. you're putting your feelings out in a less obvious way than just outright saying it, and some artists can only process their emotions when they put them in their art, I'm an exemple of this, sometimes I only understand what I'm feeling when I write a character feeling the same thing.
And Jaskier does this in burn butcher burn, he's telling everyone about this guy that destroyed him, that tore up his heart in a million pieces and didn't even seem to care about it.
But the saddesd part about it, is that he can't just let it go, because he is an artist, because Geralt's not just a guy that broke his heart, he's his muse, the core of his inspiration. And now he wants to make Geralt regret ever being involved with him in the first place, because he won't ever shut up about how hurt he is, whille still locking him in his heart because doesn't matter how much he hurted him, Jaskier still loves him, because he still wants Geralt to be in love with him.
"But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power
I'll find a way to be without you, babe"
Jaskier sings "I've also survived, no thanks to you", because as much as he's still in love with Geralt, he's also he's own person. He's not just "a witcher's bard" like people love to say he is, before he met Geralt he alredy lived a life, and now that he doesn't have Geralt by his side anymore, he's still him.
That's the thing, Jaskier is not a teen. He is a grown man, his love for Geralt is not his only character trait. He lives with or without Geralt.
When Yen finds Jaskier, he's still hurt (rightfully so), but he's also doing good on his own. He's a famous bard with a hit break-up song, he's helping the elfs, he's scared but he's not static.
I still feel you, now and then
Slow like pseudo-ephedrine
When you see me, will you say I've changed?
I ride the subway, read the signs
I let the seasons change my mind
I love it here since I've stopped needing you
Yeah, he's still in love with Geralt, this type of love doesn't die easy. He can still feel the effects that Geralt has on him, but it's not as strong as it used to be and that is what show's that he's healing.
But then Geralt finds him, he wants to yell, to show how hurt he is, he wants to show to Geralt that he changed. And he did.
You can say that when Jaskier hugged Geralt he was tossing out of the window all of their problems and forgiven Geralt, but he wasn't. Even when Geralt says sorry, Jaskier doens't forgive him. His face says it all, he does not believe that Geralt is actually sorry, he agrees to help yes, but he does not trust Geralt like he used to, he doesn't forgive Geralt completely.
He changed, he doesn't need Geralt like he used to need.
also, heres my geraskier playlis if you wanna suffer with me :)
#okay rant over#geraskier#geralt of rivia#jaskier#the witcher#lorde melodrama#lyrics#lyric analysis#english is not my native language#someone pls help me#k bye for now#Spotify
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hello my dear!! may i ask for 15 for the ways to say i love you?? could be geraskier or anything you want really 💞💞
thank you for the prompt lovely! my other ones have been very fluffly so of course this ended up quite angsty with a hurt bard! i went with geraskefer bc I've missed writing them so hope you enjoy ❤
cw: implied violence, torture and injury
15. Helping them change clothes when they're unable to by themselves.
“Arms up.”
They have gotten quite quick at this. It is certainly helps that they have started using Geralt’s clothes instead, finding that his own were too tight and too impractical whilst he was still healing. At any other time he would be proud of them, for working so well together, but now he is trying too hard to ignore the pain that he knows this small act will bring him.
He is mostly healed now. The bruises have faded to a dull yellow, most of the scars healed, and it is only really his ribs that still plague him.
And his hands.
He tries not to think about his hands too much because if he thinks about them then he starts to think about what happens next and the future and then his mind is filled with thoughts that he cannot bear to think about yet.
He hasn’t seen his lute since. He thinks he saw the case tied to Roach as they road away from the camp, but at that point he was in so much pain it may have well been a hallucination. He hasn’t seen it since, and if it is with them, then Geralt and Yennefer have been hiding it from him.
And honestly he is grateful for it.
He’s not sure he could cope seeing it right now.
Not when there is a chance he may never play it again.
He raises arms as Geralt places the shirt over his head, the small movement nearly stealing all his breath. Geralt runs a comforting hand down his arms, and moves to help him stand up. Yennefer guides his feet so that he stands in the leg holes, and the room swims around him as he stands, Geralts firm hands on his waist the only thing keeping him upright. His vision steadies and she pulls the trousers up. He can see her hands trembling as she ties the laces, and the guilt painted across her face.
“It wasn’t your fault, Yen,” he says quietly, but she just turns away from him, jaw clenched.
It’s not the first time he has said those words, and he knows that Yennefer still does not believe them.
The first time he uttered them was one of their first nights in the cell, when his voice was hoarse from screaming and all she could do was hold him in her arms as she shook, the dimeritium working its way through her, slowly draining her of everything she had.
He has said them almost every day since, and every time she ignores them. Although he has more bruises, he knows she is still suffering too. Perhaps worse, having everything you know taken away from you, and by someone you once called a friend. He doesn’t know much about the workings of chaos, but what from little he does, he understands it is something of a lifeblood to the people who can control it.
Losing it must have been unbearable.
Yes he may never play his lute again, but he would still have his voice. He cannot imagine losing everything, and he doesn’t know Yennefer survived it, and had enough strength to pull him out with her. He is certain he would not have lasted had it not been for her. So although she still blames herself, Jaskier never could, for without her he never would have held on for as long as he did. He would not have seen Geralt, eyes black storming into their cell and sword coated in blood, he would not have seen the relief on the other mans face when he found them still alive.
He knows it wasn’t her fault, and he will just keep telling her until she believes him.
Now, she just sniffs and lifts her hand up to quickly wipe at her eyes, face still turned away.
He reaches out to cup her cheek in his hand, so he can turn her face towards him and wipe away her tears, and only stops when he catches sight of the bandages. He lets his hands fall into his lap with a dull thud, barely registering the pain that follows.
The bandages are thick, and white, and clean but whenever he looks at his hands all he can see his the bloody mess that he knows is underneath, all he can hear is the snap of bone, feel the cold chill of the cell and see the guards grin leering down at him.
He shivers and Geralts hand comes to rest on his shoulder.
“Jaskier,” he hears Yennefer say, voice pained. He tears his eyes away from his hands to see her eyes filled with that too familiar combination of pain, guilt and sympathy.
He clears his throat, and summons a smile onto his face.
“I’m fine,” he says, hating the way his voice trembles. “I’m fine.”
He will be fine.
It will all be fine.
And with Geralt and Yennefer by his side, he can almost believe it.
101 ways to say I love you with actions
#the witcher#jaskier#geralt#yennefer#geraskefer#geraskefer fic#geralt x yennefer x jaskier#my fic#my writing#prompt fill
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Comfy’s Book Club (fic rec)
alright kids, lets just start with me saying this is in no way a complete list of fics I love because there’s truly too many for me to put them all here. that said, these are the fics ive been loving recently or just recently found.
this body swap fic bby@theamazingbard is absolute FIRE. so is the rest of their work, but I wanted to highlight this fic specifically because it’s not what I expected at all from a body swap and I love it so so so very much.
the road to Kaer Morhen by @darkverrmin gives me so much serotonin. the ending line from Jask makes me so happy i just fucking love it okay. we got pining geralt here too which I’m always a fan of.
sleepy cuddling geraskier goodness that will absolutely rot your teeth it’s so sweet by @jaskierswolf i think i read it like six times. I love it. Edit: I'm a dumbass and tagged the wrong blog as the author I'm so sorry 😬 tis my first rec list, can you tell?
a broken hand bby@silvipeppers i still cant fucking believe this is the first fic they’ve written and i’m shook to the core. i love it so much, we got angry bard hours up in here and frankly, i’m obsessed.
right in front of them bby@lesdemonium had me so giggly and soft oh my god. this fic will wrap you in a sweet hug, kiss your hair, and tell you everything is going to be alright
so much mutual pining in this one bby@elliestormfound i love this fic so so so so much and literally everything else Ellie writes. im not fucking kidding.
we got a mafia!geralt/teacher!jaskier fic by @persony-pepper in the mix tonight and let me tell you, tis fire.
@witcher-and-his-bard is doing some writing challenges/fic-a-day things that are magnificent. i love everything ive read from this lovely author and i anxiously await more
some good ole tired dad content ffrom@jaskierswolf that will just make you wanna barf rainbows its so cute. just. i LOVE.
build me up, buttercup by @witchertrashbag fuckin killed me okay? don’t get it twisted from the title this is a smutfic and its so good. like the smut is magnifique, but the storyline is also fabulous and now i wanna have geralt cook for me and take me for a ride on his bitchin motorcycle.
this right here is the cutest coffee shop au i think ive ever read and i adore it. read it all at like 2am as one should and i just-feels. idk if the author has a tumblr but plz go leave kudos/comments its so good Edit: @lovelyrita1967 is the author's tumblr
this one right here tho oh my god. i really dont think i can express how much i dig this fic. if you cant tell im not always too big on long form stuff because i get sucked in and cant stop which is exactly what happened with this one. i was reading it through my chem zoom class (which I don’t recommend, this is an only fans au and its horny and smutty) but goddamn i love it so much. once again, no idea if the author has a tumblr but if they do i wanna follow them bc damn.
lol to the nonie who requested this: sorry this took so long im just v dumb and disorganized! i have started tagging shit with ‘fic rec’ too and imma try to have a tag system so i can search shit up better next time. also if yall have any recs to add PLZ add them i wanna read moreeeeeee
#comfy's book club#fic recs#my talented and wonderful mutuals#the witcher fic rec#the witcher#the witcher fic
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📙 📖📓📚
from @sherlock-totally-loves-john
THANK YOU
ok so this one is a geraskier one that tbh i like so much maybe i'll eventually figure out how to turn it into original fic. i daydream about it so much i have a lot of major plot points figured out, i just need to write the damn thing!!
way back canon era, jaskier was cursed by a witch he offended that if he kissed his ~one true love (i'm a fan of fairy tales, ok), they would die. well jaskier, who was already head over heels for geralt, goes "welp. that's definitely geralt." but this is already post mountain, so he figures it doesn't really matter, and just goes about his life like normal, except now he doesn't kiss anyone he sleeps with.
except apparently a side effect is that jaskier cannot die. he does not age, if he gets mortally wounded he "dies" and comes back to life a few hours later, which is particularly traumatic and terrifying to just discover on your own. he still heals exactly the same as a human would, feels pain exactly the same, etc, he just gets better from everything.
so now the story is set in modern times. geralt and yen are both still alive bc they're immortal now bc i said so (i mean i'm pretty sure yen canonically is??? but idt geralt is but he is now). there's been a string of murders specifically targeting immortals, and though they have both been out of the game, the immortal community is fairly small, you know, so they've heard about it. and want to figure it out. they need jaskier to help because, while nearly every immortal knows each other, jaskier knows almost everyone (hey, we don't slut shame around here).
only there's hurt feelings between geralt and jaskier considering they're basically exes. and they've been avoiding each other for centuries, even after they made up after the mountain. but they're trying to figure out their issues alongside this murder mystery while also dealing with jaskier's "no kiss" rule, which he does not explain to geralt for entirely too long, and it's just messy and everyone's hurt and *yeah*.
it's just an excuse to write intimacy that does not involve kissing lmao lbr.
send me a book emoji and i'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.
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Hi, I absolutely LOVED your short fic about ace Jaskier and Geralt ❤️ I wanted to ask if you could recommend any other fics that include ace Geraskier, maybe your favourite ones, because I'd love to read them but unfortunately it's not easy for me to find them. Thanks so much in advance.
Hi! thank you so much I'm so happy you liked it <3
I remember the first time I read an ace!Jaskier fic my mind was blown bc I didn't think I'd find fics like that but there are so many amazing ones! Here are my top four in no particular order:
A Little Human Contact (by Quallian42)
summary: As a prank Eskel and Lambert gift Geralt a session with a professional cuddler (Jaskier). Geralt is weirded out at first but then it turns out that he really likes cuddling and also he really really likes Jaskier
why I love it: The focus isn't on Geralt being ace. It's just a story in which he happens to be ace and it's lovely to read a slowburn with plot in which the main character is ace. also the pining. So much pining and none of it is sexual. It felt so good to read a story like that
Too Much, Too Litte (by @samstree)
summary: Geralt believes he has to has sex with people in order to get to hold someone and be close to them. Jaskier explains that he doesn't need to have sex with Geralt because he loves being close to him in any way Geralt enjoys
why I love it: the metaphor for asexuality is a beast beneath Geralt's skin. And that's just genius bc that's a metaphor I've only ever seen used to describe sexual urges and this revearsal is everything. (Also, spoiler for the ending: It's not just sex. Maybe Geralt will never want to kiss Jaskier either and that's ok. As someone who's not a big fan of kissing, this ending had me in tears. Just. So beautiful)
A Touchy One (@dhwty-writes)
summary: Geralt notices that Jaskier touches people a lot, but he doesn't seem to like getting touched in return. He asks him about it and Jaskier tells him that he doesn't like being touched because it often leads to sex.
why I love it: It's written from the POV of an allosexual person learning that their loved one is asexual. I don't think I've read something like that very often. It's really interesting to see how Geralt pays attention to Jaskier. And Geralt is just so soft in this and the writing style is beautiful
The Talk (by @lotsofquestionslimitedanswers)
summary: Geralt thinks he needs to have sex to keep his romantic partners happy. He doesn't know how to answer when Jaskier wants to have a talk first and asks him about what he likes in bed.
why I love it: The communication. Jaskier insists on making sure he knows what his partner likes in bed and the things Geralt says are heartbreaking. Jaskier's reassurances are beautiful and you can see how much he loves Geralt with everything he says.
I'm sorry these are the only ones I remember right now. I know I've read many more ace! Geralt and/or ace!Jaskier fics. So here are some much longer fic rec lists by other people (not all of these are Geraskier and some of them are explicit):
Ace & Aro Rep Witcher Fics (by @stinastar)
Ace Week 2020 (by @jaskierswolf)
(this isn't Geraskier and it's shameless self promotion but I'm just gonna mention my ace!Valdo fic here bc we deserve some "I didn't even consider that I might be different I just thought everyone was joking about sexual attraction" dumbassery: I'd rather eat cake )
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very much the quick and shoddy version of this post bc i can't actually think or articulate anything today lmao (unfortunate since i'm meant to be ““writing”” an ““essay””)—
there's this analysis of the netflix witcher show going around that's like, ‘actually geraskier (or even any genuine positive feeling between the two characters) isn't supported by the text,’ which i should really reblog at some point so it's on my blog; and largely i agree with that analysis, probably, although there are a couple of moments (geralt's fond smile at the banquet, jaskier's explicit attempt to offer sympathy on the mountain) that i think are worth mentioning; but like, (a) isn't the entire fannish project one of reading affection into the interstices of often-mediocre, often-homophobic writing?
and (b) honestly what i actually think about the netflix relationship is that it's, uh, sibling-coded [can't believe i actually typed those words, also pls hold for my upcoming disquisition on how a sibling-esque dynamic between unrelated adults does not in fact render the notion of sexual contact between them inc*stuous, to be written when i can brain better], based on how geralt vocally puts jaskier down all the time but also repeatedly drops everything to help him?
really i feel like, fundamentally what's happening here (which i think the post in question pointed out) is that the show made jaskier pretty flamboyantly effeminate, because that's Fun, but then realized, wait, if we have our Straight Hero care too visibly about a sidekick this ~queer-coded~, he won't fit the gruff masc bill anymore, guess we gotta cut out anything too demonstrative! so instead we get this stripped-down version of the relationship where yeah, textually what's there isn't particularly affectionate, but also i do think we're meant to understand that this is a Sidekick Situation and read a certain degree of affection into it on that basis, because we know how tropes work. and it's fair not to be satisfied with that! but i think reading it straightforwardly as ‘they don't like or value each other’ is a failure to bring even the expected, mainstream understanding of subtext to the table, let alone a queer fannish one.
[in general i think there's a conversation to be had where like, l*uren h*ssrich is pretty solely interested in (a pretty simplistic kind of) feminism, and then knows she's meant to be interested in diversity, and so we get a real focus on the women in the show, and a bit of racebending, but those things seem to come at the cost of remembering that the men are also people, really—that speech where yennefer's all, ‘womanhood means you're just a vessel for people to take and take and take from, until finally you're empty and alone’ is absolutely wild to me given that it's also exactly geralt's story, like, @ ms. hissrich i promise you this is not an exclusively female experience! and honestly that could be a really interesting conversation, because i do think the way witchers are positioned outside society also effectively separates them from the societal gender binary—they aren't men as humans understand it, they're halfway to monsters, and better thinkers than i have produced a lot of theory on women-as-monsters, so. a pretty rich vein of complicated commonality we could be mining there! but god forbid we understand power dynamics as anything but a straightforward binary, lauren.]
anyway this ended up being not that short while still not actually presenting a coherent argument, sorry! i guess i just feel like, yeah, geraskier isn't in the text, but honestly, (a) in what world is ‘not in the text’ anything but an invitation to slash, and (b) what compelling interpersonal relationships are in the text? they didn't actually do a better job of setting up geralt/yennefer, which presumably they did actually want to establish—that relationship is like, (1) awkward meeting in which the eventual sex is framed as a quid pro quo, after which yennefer literally uses geralt to do her dirty work in honestly a more exploitative, less consensual way than anything people are contending jaskier's done; then (2) some intimate but kind of impersonal tenderness in their tent, like, they gaze at each other very sweetly but it feels a little unearned to me; and then finally (3) angry breakup. and it's just like, really, you want us to get invested in these two based on that cursory triptych?
but my point here isn't really to set this up as a competition between ships, which can perfectly well coexist; my point is that this text is asking us to read into most of the relationships it sketches out, and to ignore pedestalization and pressuring in most of them, such that saying ‘geralt and jaskier are (or could be) in love’ isn't much more baseless than saying geralt and yennefer are or could be. so ultimately, if we're demanding better from the text (where ‘better’ is defined as ‘more explicit relationship-building,’ which i think can be better but isn't always), i think we have to demand that across the board.
#jfc how did this get so long. guess i *really* didn't want to work on what i'm actually meant to be working on.#i also kind of feel like. why can we only ship perfectly loving perfectly wholesome things#anyway#/#//#the witcher#geraskier#witcher meta#the day i realized lauren hissrich was the same writer responsible for that terrible josh/donna arc at the end of tww i was just like. oh no
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for the thingy u remember but cant find to reblog: what abt geraskier nd sleeping beauty?
My mind immediately goes to viscount Jaskier who gets cursed BUT I think it'd be fun to do it the other way around!
Geralt gets cursed by a jealous sorceress lover (maybe book/game!Triss?) to fall into a deep slumber until his true love comes to rescue him, figuring Geralt doesn't have a true love or anyone who would ever rescue him
Eskel and Lambert take him to Kaer Morhen so he'll be safe, make him comfortable in his room and grasp at straws trying to figure out how to wake him, ultimately going to Yennefer for help. She tries everything, from counter spells to kissing Geralt herself, but nothing works and Geralt's brothers quickly lose hope. She, however, does not and simply tells them to wait until winter ends, knowing that's when a certain bard will be venturing back out on the Path and will immediately go in search of Geralt
Jaskier follows their yearly routine and starts walking North towards the mountains along the main road he and Geralt typically reunite on. But he just. Doesn't run into Geralt.
He gets worried obviously, especially when he gets to the base of the mountains and sees neither hide nor hair of his typically very punctual friend, and decides to make the perilous hike up to Kaer Morhen
When he manages to arrive at the old keep, he's greeted by three witchers he immediately recognizes despite having never met them, asking after Geralt the moment he sees them at the front gates. He's shown to Geralt's rooms, where he's lying in bed looking almost disturbingly peaceful, would almost look dead if not for the slow rise and fall of his chest
Jaskier's immediately heartbroken and devastated and gently tucking a strand of hair behind Geralt's ear, tears prickling his eyes. He asks if they've sought out Yennefer, seen if she can break the spell, and nearly sobs when they tell him they've tried everything they can think of.
He nods somberly and takes a seat in the armchair by Geralt's beside, taking a hold of one of Geralt's hands, holding it in both of his own hands like it's something precious bc it is. The others leave him alone with Geralt, to let him make his peace. As he's sitting there, holding Geralt's hand, he presses a kiss to the backs of Geralt's fingers, tears now flowing freely as he wracks his brain for solutions.
But then Geralt's breathing changes and his eyes flutter open and he's asking, "Jaskier?" in a sleep-rough voice that makes Jaskier's heart clench, then swell. It's a bit awkward then, after Jaskier's excited wrapped Geralt up in a hug and called his brothers back, when someone brings up that someone must've kissed him to break the spell and that someone was clearly Jaskier.
Jaskier's ready to brush it aside, figures that it only worked bc he's been in love with Geralt for nearly two decades, but then Geralt points out that True Love's Kiss can't be one-sided. Jaskier's never been so overjoyed
send me an idea and a ship and I'll tell you what I'd write for it!
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