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headcanonthings · 11 months

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Lambert: Based on statistical evidence, I think the Bard is immortal.

Geralt: Why?

Lambert: He hasn't died yet

Eskel: That's... that's not how it works

Lambert: Have you seen the shit that bastard does? That bastard just won't die

#they've all had several tankards of lambert's homebrewed white gull #lambert will gloat in the most obnoxious way when they learn that jaskier is in fact immortal (or some creature with very long lifespan)#incorrect quotes #incorrect witcher quotes #the witcher #lambert #geralt of rivia #eskel #jaskier #immortal jaskier #creature jaskier

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rebrandedbard · 4 months

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for memorable scenes uhhh definitely (from an all consuming creature) jaskier's fury at geralt coming to apologize when he thinks it's love being cruel

(but that fic is so visually clear to me that all of it is vividly memorable, as with so many of your fics)

but also

the entire fic with jaskier's basilisk outfit

One of my all-time favorite scenes. Love a stabby Jaskier.

#my asks #ask game #my art #my witcher art #an all-consuming creature #aacc #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #I really like the monochrome #also just everything about Jaskier's pose #glad I covered his eye it looks more dramatic that way #something something blinded by fury something

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xejune · 10 months

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sleepy gerlion sketch/doodle compilation

#what can i say. i am a sleepy little creature & i like to project #gerlion #the witcher #the witcher books #tw3 #the witcher 3 #my art #art #drawing #geralt of rivia #dandelion #these were all drawn either for or because of my wonderful husband 💖

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geraskierfanficprompts · 10 days

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Prompt 11

There's a forest near Redania that is lush with color and flora. Every time Geralt camps there, he gets the best sleep of his life. There's always plenty of game for when he's hungry, and the birds follow after him, singing him songs. Every time he comes back, more and more odd qualities of the forest show. Most recently, flowers spawn wherever he or Roach steps. Roach finds this amazing (and very tasty), Geralt meanwhile is starting to find this suspicious. He's begun to hear a song in the breeze, and that's when he kicks roach into high gear and gets the hell out of there. But no matter how far he travels, in the back of his head, he can still hear the sad song, sung from a shaky voice. Eventually, he finds himself along the trail of the forest, and decides to risk it. The voice swaps immediately to a happy tune, and Geralt is being showered with deer and rabbits who are suspiciously suddenly always just near his camp, fish literally jumping out of the river toward him, birds flying after him to drop flowers on him. He decides that whatever is controlling the forest must be harmless, and even wishes it well as he rides off, only to hear the sad song start again as he leaves. He assures the forest he'll return again, and the song lightens to a cheery jig once more. When a monster known for spreading rot wherever it goes suddenly appears in Jaskier's forest, Jaskier knows his only chance is to sing his witcher back (and perhaps convince him to bring Jaskier with him next time.)

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jay-arts-t · 1 year

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Jaskier, wearing an uncommon outfit for the time: what do you think, Geralt? I’m hoping to start a new trend!

Geralt: It’s…interesting??

Jaskier: in a good way??

Geralt: it’s a little too weird for my taste.

Jaskier: dude, you have white hair and dress cowboy goth. YOU are weird.

Geralt: EXCUSE ME

#geraskier #the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier #genuine things me and my beloved have said #incorrect witcher quotes #don’t ask Geralt for fashion advice #it’s like asking a horse to not get scared at a gust of air #they can do it #it just takes them a ridiculous amount of time #lovable creatures nonetheless #just like Geralt #he’s got maybe 2 thoughts of how fashion works #Jaskier probably picks out his outfits #actually who am I kidding he canonically does #Geralt’s the type of person to have a shirt that he’s been wearing since he was 20 and still wears it to whatever current age he is #Jaskier tells him to throw it out but he just digs it out of the trash like a little raccoon #actually more akin to an opossum because they are misunderstood little guys #I’m rambling you get the point

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tired0artist · 11 months

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| messenger of death - banshee!jaskier |

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That’s when he felt it.

That’s when he smelled its stench .

Death and blood .

He stopped briefly, claws digging into a tree’s bark as his lungs and throat squeezed with need.

Finally he did it.

He screamed for the first time in almost three days.

The forest echoed with the terrifying sound, making every living being within it, fall silent in fear.

Julian sighs and moves to wipe the tears that escaped his eyes, when something catches his attention. A distant shout of a panicking man.

“JUST TELL US WHAT IT WAS, YOU MUTANT SCUM!”

He furrows his brows and immediately starts moving towards where the shout came from. He remains in the trees when he sees a small Nilfgaardian camp. There are sixteen of the soldiers dead on the ground. No. Not dead. More like massacred .

There’s seven of them left standing and on guard, while one of them talks to a bound man and girl. Julian’s dead heart stops and he almost falls off the branch.

Geralt and Ciri .

He feels ready to cry in happiness at the knowledge that they’re alive and well. That is until the shithead that’s interrogating, his Witcher hits him. Geralt grunts, clearly hurt but still manages to glare at the soldier.

“Leave him alone ! Please ! He’s hurt !” young Ciri screams, tears in her eyes.

“Shut up! Or you’ll lose your tongue!”

Rage consumes him.

Julian grips his sword that he very rarely uses, as right now he can’t risk screaming with Geralt and Ciri there. Then he drops himself from the branch, landing in the middle of the camp, his hood concealing his features.

“What the fuck—?!” one of the startled soldiers curses, moving to attack Julian.

He raises his hand and grabs the blade of the sword that's aimed to strike him. Julian’s own blood paints the blade but he doesn’t care. Raising his head up, he lets the soldier see his face.

The Nilfgaardian pales and his body shakes as he asks “W-What are you?!”

Grinning madly, as the cornflower irises seem to be glowing in the pools of red that surround them, Julian responds with glee “Your destiny.”

Horror consumes the soldier, but not for long as Julian, let’s go of the sword and draws his own, just to cut off Nilfgaardian’s head with a graceful spin.

All hell breaks loose after that.

Seeing their companion dead, the others snap out of their shocked states and attack. Julian kills in the same way that Jaskier used to perform. It’s beautiful and graceful, he looks like he’s dancing . He looks like he was born to do this.

And Julian certainly was.

Jaskier not so much.

He leaves the interrogator for the grand finale.

“Please! Please, I beg of you!” the soldier beggs, the smell of piss coming off of him, irritating Julian’s nose.

Stalking forward he cuts off the man’s hand first. It was the same hand that he hit Geralt with. Ignoring the tortured screams of the man, he lifts the limb and waves it around hissing.

“Just so you know, if you haven’t hit him. You would die with it attached to your body.” then he nodded towards the tree where the two were still bound “Because you see. They’re mine . And no one will touch what’s mine . Actually. I should take your tongue as well.”

“ Please !” the man whimpered.

Julian’s eyes narrowed as he threw the hand aside, before raising his sword and only responding.

“ She also pleaded with you and I’m going to ignore you like you did her.”

With that, he buried his sword deep within the man’s chest, not looking away from the man’s dying eyes.

Silence.

Everything was silent .

Julian finally raised and fixed his hood, before glancing at Geralt and his child surprise. Only for his heart to break further.

Ciri was shaking, her green eyes wide with fear as she stared at him. The smell of fear was thick around her… and Geralt. The Witcher was glaring daggers at him, doing his best to get out of his bounds to probably do everything he could to protect the girl.

Ah yes.

He was a monster, wasn’t he?

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PART TWO from “The Ghost of You” on ao3 by TypicalNerd98.

hi! so this is my version of banshee jaskier from my geraskier fanfiction. this was so fun to create! i’m working on adding backgrounds to my works and this was a perfect opportunity! anyways, i hope that you like it and that you check out the story, which i am officially getting back to writing <3

#geraskier #banshee!jaskier #creature!jaskier #monster!jaskier #geralt x dandelion #geralt x jaskier #jaskier #dandelion #julian alfred pankratz #netflix witcher #witcher fanfiction #geraskier fanfiction

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its-bread-bitch · 11 months

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The appeal of Creature!Jaskier fics is in the tragic dichotomy of Jaskier and Geralt being so close and caring so deeply for each other whilst being inherant enemies.

#geralt of rivera #geralt z rivii #geralt of rivia #witcher geralt #jaskier #jaskier witcher #geralt x jaskier #the witcher #creature jaskier #jaskalt #geraskier #geraskeir #gerlion

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bagel--bytes · 7 months

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I have a problem

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criticalrolo · 2 years

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having thoughts about the Witcher Daemon AU...

In this universe witcher daemons have their own Paths and get turned into witchers themselves before settle, so they basically take off and reunite with their humans in the winter when the season ends. This means most people believe witchers are monsters without daemons, and the witchers don't ever correct them for the same reasons they let everyone believe they don't have emotions. It's a strange sort of protection for them and their daemons' vulnerabilities.

Jaskier's daemon is a cedar waxwing named Meilasenka, and she may be the chattiest daemon to ever exist. Meilas is extremely bold about talking directly to other humans, and absolutely thrives when she's getting attention. Waxwings are highly migratory and adaptable, meaning she and Jaskier have been prone to Roaming since they could walk, looking for adventure and the chance to perform all around the continent.

Geralt's relationship with his daemon Alindola is a bit more strained. The two only see each other during the winter and don't really know how to integrate back together since their severance decades ago. Witcher daemons maintain their adaptability and can transform into whatever animal is the most optimal along the Path, but Alindola mainly stays in the shape of a massive white wolf. Ever since the second round of trials they endured, all of her forms have been albino. The prominent scars across her nose and flank carry over across her different forms as well.

#the witcher #witcher daemon au #geralt of rivia #jaskier #catch me out here finding proto baltic slavic root words to make a name that means sweet song after like forty minutes of research #and then. this is so on the nose. but a dola is a creature in slavic mythology #that appears in an animal form as a guardian of fate and destiny #so. obviously that had to work its way in somehow LMAO #i'll do ciri and yennefer next!!

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bluedillylee · 2 years

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It started with fish heads

“What, only one fish head today?” Jaskier shouted toward the outcropping of rocks next to the dock. “I got two heads yesterday. You losing interest? Or just losing your touch?”

#the witcher #witcher netflix #geralt #jaskier #geraskier #mermay #creature geralt #yes Jaskier is singing fishmongers daughter #fanart for fanfic

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dreamofbecoming · 2 years

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this isn’t ready for ao3 yet bc i have more planned and i don’t want to make it chaptered, but i’m actually quite pleased with how this turned out, so please enjoy this first taste of my banshee/siren hybrid jaskier story!

part 2

minor warning for gore

wc 745

now on ao3

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Jaskier knows the taste of death.

He tastes it more often than he’d like (which is to say, at all); every few towns or so, whenever he makes eye contact with the wrong person. An old woman putting out her washing, a young man in a tavern, puffed up and boasting while his fellows egg him on to show off, a girl with bruises on her arms and her eyes downcast, walking in the shadow of her husband. The sickly taste of rot will coat the back of his tongue and he’ll feel a Song rising in his throat.

He never Sings it.

He’s tasted the deaths of a hundred strangers, and while his heart breaks a little every time, he fights down the Song and swallows the rotten bile and turns away, knowing he has no power here. There is nothing he can do for them, now.

This time is different.

This time, the Song he can feel building in his chest isn’t for a stranger.

It’s for Geralt.

Something— breaks, inside him. The Song, which has always before felt like a living thing unto itself, separate from the man who hosts it, just waiting to be unleashed, expands to fill his lungs. For a moment, Jaskier chokes on the sudden absence of air, before his world narrows down to a single thought: No.

He feels the moment when the magic inside him changes, when the Song becomes a part of him instead of simply a parasite. For the first time since his failed training as a child, he lets it loose.

The first to fall is the bowman in the treeline, the one Jaskier saw but Geralt didn’t. Jaskier is too far away to see his face when his hands turn the crossbow on himself, but he can taste the moment when his body falls from his perch, leaving his fellows without cover.

Geralt has felled four of the remaining bandits, but three still encircle him, and Jaskier can see him slowing.

“A single thread

hangs limply down,

and I breathe,

‘Not now,

not now,’”

All three men pull back from their attack on Geralt in an instant. The witcher doesn’t stay his strike and cuts down the one immediately in front of him before whirling to stare at Jaskier in shock, but Jaskier can’t stop now. The Song isn’t finished. Geralt isn’t safe.

“And I find you all

unwoven,

trying desperately

to sew,”

The two bandits left take jerky steps towards each other, swords raised, eyes wild and terrified. The leader makes a low, despairing sound as his friend’s innards spill beneath his blade.

“And I know the kindest thing

is to leave you

alone.”

As the last man drags his own dagger across his throat, his eyes never leave Jaskier’s.

The magic cuts off abruptly, the Song finished with the death fulfilled. Not Geralt’s death, somehow, not anymore. He’s done what he swore he never would, he’s outed himself as a monster, but Geralt is still warm and breathing behind him, so it was worth it. Whatever fate he meets at his witcher’s hands, it was worth it.

Jaskier can taste nothing but decay and blood, and he doubles over, his stomach heaving painfully as he expels his breakfast.

He’s still hunched over the ground, coughing on the lingering taste of death while spots dance in his vision, when he hears Geralt come up behind him. His footsteps are more tentative than Jaskier is used to. Understandably cautious around an unknown threat, Jaskier thinks bitterly. He’d known it was coming, it’s what he expected, but it still chafes. Most of all, he just wishes he had more time. More time with Geralt, but just more time in general.

Still, he won’t die crouched in a puddle of his own vomit like some beast. Whatever his parentage, he has more dignity than that. He’ll meet Geralt’s silver sword standing tall, and it will still be a better death than he could have met if he’d stayed at home, like his sire had expected. Love doesn’t need to be spoken to be worth dying for, after all.

Except, the spots in his vision don’t fade when he stands, like he’d expected; in fact, they grow. He sways on his feet as the world tilts alarmingly. The last thing he sees before the world goes totally black is Geralt, hands empty of silver or steel, lunging to catch him, his eyes wide with concern.

“Jaskier!”

#the witcher #twn #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #dandelion #julian alfred pankratz #creature!jaskier #banshee!jaskier #siren!jaskier #my writing #the amazing devil lyrics as always #will i ever use another band in a witcher fic? i think the fuck not #y’all the amount of lore and backstory and magical mechanics i have come up with for this au is wild #will i use most of it?#almost certainly not #but you can bet your ass i’ve spent at least 4 hours nailing down exactly how a siren and a banshee would reproduce #both genetically and physiologically #siren social structures?#got those #exactly how siren powers and banshee powers might combine (aka how can i justify jaskier being able to do whatever i want him to do)?#yep it’s all up here #i’m actually really excited for where this one is going y’all i hope you like it!!!

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fandomwarehouse · 1 year

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Witcher trolls remind me of sharks

Misunderstood

Kinda shy

Sometimes bitey

Will absolutely vibe with that One Guy

Geralt is that One Guy

#geralt is 100% that diver who loves on a wild tiger shark and the shark is like...ty strange puny creature #witcher #geralt of rivia

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xejune · 2 years

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doodle dump! couple AUs, couple shitposts <3

#the witcher #twn #tw3 #lambert #geralt of rivia #jaskier #voltehre #okay let's see #we've got #incubus!jaskier #necromancer!jaskier #dragon!jaskier #just #creature!jaskier #in general #i should continue writing that lambert fic sometime.....#doodles #art

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roughentumble · 5 months

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WAIT ive seen a lot of selkie!jaskier, but what about selkie!geralt?

#striking and beautiful and always distant from humanity #folks say he's heartless #cruel. hard. as changing as the sea.#he's quiet. but there's a feirceness behind the eyes. golden eyes; eyes that say “other”. teeth too sharp. body litered with scars #that tell tales of his time in the water amongst the beasts of the deep #body full and hard because he's had to learn how to protect his pelt #maybe its been stolen before. he's already had to figjt to get it back. he trusts no one #he's hurt. deeply.#and jaskier is the lonely little rich boy who sits in his father's mansion and somehow convinces this creature to open his heart once more #but can he be trusted? or in his youthful desire to own the things he loves; in the face of the fear that geralt may not return someday;#will he perform the ultimate betrayal? the very thing geralt's already faced?#witcher tag #ogc tag

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hanzajesthanza · 8 months

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one of the things season of storms does right is it replicates the positively chaotic energy of the short stories in one ☝️ aspect:

geralt running into dandelion in public, or dandelion showing up randomly, and geralt having an endeared, surprised take worthy of an anime protagonist where he goes “hey, it’s my best friend dandelion!!”

and they basically are like

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what i love is that it’s always framed so coincidentally, like ‘who could have imagined we would randomly run into each other just now !!’ but this happens, what, in bounds of reason, eternal flame, something more… (one could also count voice of reason, perhaps) … you can see the author’s pen throwing them together, for the reason that it would be interesting…

maciej parowski (late editor of fantastyka, and of the wiedźmin early 90s comics) said in an interview that the world (of the short stories) is relatively small and the characters cross paths, bump into each other easily. they’ll never stray very far from one another. i think this kind of magic is exemplified by geralt and dandelion’s friendship…

#do not put ‘fae headcanons’ on this post or any kind of ‘he’s actually a magical creature’ explanation please #txt #c: geralt #c: dandelion #gerlion #the witcher books #s: i want to be by your side #maciej parowski #Youtube

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tired0artist · 11 months

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| banshee jaskier |

so i’m back with this poor little meow meow! i truly love working out how exactly i want him to look and all that, i especially love his shoes?? they look so good on him! also his little pouches with tiny flowers???? loooove them! i hope that you’ll like this as much as i do <3

anyways so, this jaskier is from the fic “The Ghost of You”! check it out if you want, i plan on updating it soon <3

#jaskier x geralt #geraskier fanfiction #geraskier #jaskier #banshee!jaskier #creature!jaskier #immortal!jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #ao3 #geralt x dandelion #dandelion

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