#necromancer!Jaskier
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Hi! So.... How is Zombie!Aiden doing nowadays? (As you can tell, I've found your necromancer au, and I'm hooked)
A continuation of this from my necromancer!au. With the skeleton guys in the beginning (something that this Jaskier doesn't remember) it was more lighthearted. And it isn't the first time that corpses start to get reanimated it Jaskiers proximity too, but this time he pulled Aiden out of the afterlife and well- this is more of a warm bodies scenario and he is under Jaskiers thrall, if Jaskier likes it or not. lambert is so not going to be amused
#jaskier#geraskier#geralt of rivia#the witcher#necromancer!jaskier#witcher aiden#Aiden will have to relearn how to live#Geralt is concerned and distrustful because he gotta protect#(it's not needed Jaskier could kill him again with a snap - although he is not aware of it)#the baby-bard can do more than before but has not even an ounce of the practice and control he had in the past#geralt is kind of aware of this#people who are technically zombie in this au: Jaskier Ciri Aiden and Roach! (Geralt has had her for fourty years yet)#Aiden is the only one who was dead for a while tho and it's not like Ciri or Jaskier#he starts out as more like a puppet#lambert is gonna he appalled and furious#thank you for the ask!! i had nearly forgotten about zombie aiden 🙈#animal death
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@spielzeugkaiser that's gonna be an interesting family reunion...
#the witcher#artistsfuneral about the witcher#jaskier#jaskier the bard#witcher#necromancer au#necromancer!jaskier#spielzeugkaiser's fault#spielzeugkaiser
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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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I've said it when s2 came out. And I say it again only 2 episodes into s3. They fucking read geraskier fanfics. And it makes me sick to my stomach
#there was this fic where jaskier was a wraith??? i think???#and there was a necromancer who fell in love with wraith!jaskier and other stuff happened#but i dont remember the title or the author so if anybody knows what I'm talking about pleas link it because it was a damn good fic#but anyway at 40 minutes in i've seen so many hints to that fic since geralt steps into the castle it's ridiculous#the witcher#the witcher netflix#geraskier#fic
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Geraskier concept (PART TWO IN THE REBLOG)
How about an AU where Julian Alfred Pankratz’s family is a scary, violent family…like evil necromancers who work for imperialists and do their dirty work. Magical mobsters. Something like that.
And when Julian is ‘brought into the family business’ as a teen, he is taken on an errand and witnesses a murder. He is so traumatized by it. He vomits. He rages.
He isn’t a hero or anything but he does have a conscience and harming others and violence sickens him.
He wants to run away but his father is too powerful. He would never be able to get far enough. So he asks his father to let him go. To release him from his family obligations.
His father is like absolutely not. You’re young. Once you get a little experience, you’ll realize that killing is necessary. All of this idealism and self righteousness is just naïveté and childishness. So just stay. You’ll get used to it.
Julian is like no I will never be alright with killing people.
They fight like demons about it and Julian’s father tells him he will let him go under one condition. That he consents to having a spell put on him. “The day you kill someone, everything will go black and you will wake up here, under an obligation to work for me.”
They are both so sure of themselves.
Julian agrees to it almost before his father is even done explaining himself. He has nothing to lose. “I’ll never do it,” he vows.
Julian’s father is so sure his son will eventually become like him. Will follow in his footsteps. So he casts the spell and Julian agrees to change his name to sever their connection. He calls himself Jaskier and he takes off.
Freedom is exhilarating. Jaskier drinks and sings and fucks and meets new people and sees the world. Most importantly he gets to be himself.
Of course his father keeps tabs on him and occasionally sends a messenger to ask if he’s tired of being a brat. He tries to get him to come back. But the answer is always no.
Then Jaskier meets Geralt. At first it’s just admiration and of course (of course) lust, like everything else. But it quickly transforms into something else. They spend nights talking by campfires, drinking together, talking shit, making fun of aldermen who are afraid of Geralt or who don’t want to pay him. They fit together in a way Jaskier has never experienced.
And Geralt is magnificent. Geralt protects him and pulls him out of danger and saves his life time and time again. Jaskier falls in love with his entire heart and soul. He thinks it is one sided. So he decides to never confess it. But oh he loves him. He harbors it in his heart.
But he cannot bring himself to tell him about his family. Mostly, he is ashamed, though he isn’t sure if it is of his father or himself.
Then one day, Geralt is set upon by superstitious villagers being egged on by a mage who wants Geralt run out of town. Geralt, strong as he is, can be overwhelmed by magic plus being outnumbered.
Jaskier is in a tavern performing, but he finishes and comes upon the scene just as Geralt has fallen. He realizes with soul deep panic that Geralt could die if he doesn’t help him. The only way to do so is to silence the mage who hasn’t yet seen Jaskier.
When Jaskier picks up the knife he knows he will likely never see Geralt again. He knows it will mean a life of soul destroying evil. Of conformity. Of captivity. Of being under his father’s thumb again.
But they are bearing down on Geralt and no one else can help him. Geralt who has saved his life more times than he can count.
And what is love if not willingness to sacrifice?
So he steps out of the shadows and buries the knife in the mages neck. By the time he pulls it out, he turns to mist and the knife clatters to the ground.
With the mage dead, Geralt easily overwhelms the villagers and frees himself. He didn’t see who killed the mage but there’s no time to figure it out. he goes to find Jaskier so they can get out of town.
But Jaskier is gone. Geralt cannot find him anywhere. He tortures himself with thoughts about why Jaskier abandoned him. Did he sense that Geralt had fallen in love with him and so abandoned him? Did he grow tired of dealing with the prejudice that dogs Geralt? Did he see the mob and say…no more?
And who stabbed the mage? Certainly not Jaskier. Not his Jaskier who vomits at the sight of blood.
But Geralt cannot in his heart of hearts believe, truly believe that Jaskier would leave without a word. Would he? He thinks he can accept it and forget about him. But he can’t. It haunts him. So he decides he needs answers. He wants jaskier to explain himself.
If only he could find him and ask. He could put his heart at ease. But he realizes with horror that he has never actually asked Jaskier about his family or his life. What kind of friend has he been? And how will he find him?
Then he remembers something.
One night at a performance, someone called Jaskier some other name. Jaskier hustled them away, and Geralt doesn’t remember the whole thing.
The only word he remembers is Lettenhove.
He will go there. He will get his answers.
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Coin Operated Boy is now complete! Only took me an extra 2 months to finish because my life got turned inside out. Puppet Jaskier has had a no good, terrible, very bad day. But now he has a good one with Shani on stage! And receives the long awaited help to become human again. This whumpy serious crack of my heart. ❤️
Chapter 4 features Shani and Jaskier performing at the Oxenfurt medical student comedy show. Herein lies bad jokes, increasingly gross humor, and more!
"Knock-knock,” Jaskier said. A few people called back who’s there in varying levels of drunkenness.
“Who’s there?” Shani asked.
“A medical student who has been up all night studying for their test on kidney stones,” Jaskier said.
Shani cleared her throat. “A medical student up all night studying for their test on kidney stones…who?”
The girls in the front giggled and several of the students at the bar also clapped.
Jaskier shrugged at the audience. “I might as well start drinking now because tests on kidney stones are the hardest to pass.”
The majority of the tavern groaned in unison, but there was enough scattered applause and drunken giggles that Jaskier could work with. Shani also groaned.
“If you’re so much better at knock-knock jokes, why don’t you tell me one?” Jaskier asked, waving a little hand indignantly.
“Knock-knock,” Shani said firmly, projecting her voice. The tremble was barely there anymore. That was a good sign.
“Who’s there?” Jaskier and the audience asked together.
“A necromancer,” Shani said.
“A necromancer who?”
“A necromancer you can pay to raise your failing grade,” Shani said.
Some students laughed, others groaned. A mixed reaction was better than silence.
“Speaking of which… what do you get when you cross a medical student and necromancer?” Jaskier asked the audience.
A student burped riotously and Shani waited half a minute for the jeering giggles and cross-chatter died down enough for the punchline.
“A cross between a medical student and a necromancer? That’s just a doctor whose license has expired,” Shani said.
The students laughed and clapped. Shani continued to fidget on the barstool, but the applause seemed to bolster her confidence because she also laughed–a genuine one that would have made Jaskier grin if his face wasn’t made of wood. He let himself ride the wave of cheer.
“I once knew a healer who dabbled in the necromantic arts,” Jaskier said. He scratched his puppet chin thoughtfully and gazed around the tavern. “He was the cousin of Valdo Marx, actually. Don’t tell anyone, but it turns out Valdo died in 1252 from an untreated case of syphilis and his cousin used his dark magic whammy on him.” Jaskier mimed the typical mage gestures for emphasis.
And sure enough a few more students leaned forward in their chairs, listening raptly.
“This cousin brought ol’ Valdo right back from the dead. You didn’t hear it from me, but the only thing keeping that deflated excuse of a bard on his feet is that string of pubic hair trying to escape his lip. His cousin had infused the mustache with enough Chaos to keep him upright. Tear it off and Valdo will crumble like a concertina right there.” Jaskier mimed crashing onto the stage where he would enjoy Valdo’s public and humiliating death.
The tavern roared with jeers and laughter, and several people pounded their drinks on the table.
Okay, maybe Jaskier went off script a little too much but gods, the laughter made Jaskier feel almost normal again.
Why didn’t anyone laugh at his jokes when he said basically the same joke when he was a man?
fic on ao3
#puppetskier has been such a fun time#shani and jaskier are a great duo#really leaning into the body horror and body humor here. and puns. and also Jaskier gets to feel like his old self for a little while#jaskier#my fic#my witcher fic#the witcher netflix#twn#puppetskier#a bard's hiatus in oxenfurt
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greetings! i'm kiara, and you can find me in a forest at any given time. im a 21 year old south african/indian fantasy writer & artist. i often feel less like a human and more like a species of fungi you'd find feeding off of the nutrients on dead wood. the reminder that tolkien was also south african is what wakes me up in the morning and encourages me to write another page.
some other random facts about me next to cute emojis:
🐌 im super into dark earth/eco goth/forest academia juxtaposed with advanced tech & gadgets - think: mushrooms blooming from a rat carcass behind an arcade, or E-books about the anatomy of vampire bats, or misty glass terrariums at a cafe, or wizard instagram influencers
📗 im currently reading: the witcher books series. (jaskier is basically my husband)
🍃 im an insect collector, god of terrariums, forager, lover of fae
🏹 my gender is the open skies (she/they)
📜i have a bsc computer science
🌙 i am a massive linguistics nerd (fluent in english & hindi) - currently learning mandarin & latin on duolingo
🎨 i paint and sell my artwork!
🍄 i believe mushrooms will save the world
🐚 my socials: instagram, youtube, wattpad
all my stories are written from the perspective of Thug; he's a hybrid creature, the only one of his kind, who has lost his memories and was rescued by my alter ego Polkadot. he's thus indebted to her for life and joins her on all her quests to collect stories.
1. The Polkadot Files (Karma series)
genre: adventure, fantasy, mystery
blurb: An anthology of short stories exposing the truth about the fairytales you were told.
key words: unreliable narrator; time travel; space travel
number of books: 1, short story collection, ongoing
2. The House of Slyspore
genre: low fantasy, gothic, urban fantasy
blurb: This story isn’t a ‘big’ story. It doesn’t have world ending, the-destruction-of-life-as-we-know-it stakes. That already happened. This story involves a found family whose deaths happen to be entangled with each other. It starts with a Necromancer and an Assassin taking turns on the same victim.
key words & tropes: found family; lesbians; enemies to lovers; gender fluid main character; queer characters; anti capitalism themes; post apocalyptic; zombies & ghosts; necromancer, and lots of death themes
number of books: 1, ongoing, current project
3. The Polkadot Files (Kaal series)
genre: adventure, mystery, fantasy
blurb: After playing the role of her assistant for centuries, Thug is only now beginning to question his boss's identity. She is an immortal and has lived countless lives across dimensions, planets, and worlds, that much he knew. But after a mysterious quest to a snowy mountain, he begins unraveling a truth that is larger than the multiverse itself.
keywords & tropes: memory loss; pirates; time travel; space travel; unreliable narrator; multiverse
number of books: 1, completed
4. The Clans of the Skye & Sea
genre: high fantasy; epic fantasy
blurb: Faeries occupy the Skye. Mermaids inhabit the Sea. They had one rule: never cross territories.
keywords & tropes: enemies to lovers; faeries; mermaids; intense worldbuilding; romance; stockholm syndrome
number of books: 3
5. Enchanted High
genre: children's fantasy
blurb: a high school for all sorts of magic folk. (i wrote this when i was 12)
keywords & tropes: magical school; intense worldbuilding; romance; everything from werewolves to mermaids to goblins and technopaths
number of books: 7 planned (2 completed, 1 ongoing)
6. Non-Binary
genre: scifi, fantasy, queer main character
blurb: Preeti Singh is a computer science and mathematics college major. She has programmed an artificial intelligence that gives her "abilities" using the extraordinary powers of advanced math to protect Joy City. However, she is gender fluid, and with the AI she realizes she can change her appearance to that of a male whenever she wants. Her male alter ego - dubbed Calculator-Man by the news reporters in the city - becomes known as a superhero. That's when things get bizarre. Once peaceful Joy City becomes home for sorcery wars, aliens, infinity, and 3am thoughts during lunch.
keywords & tropes: computer science & math; superhero; gender fluid MC; interdimensional travel; aliens; time travel; tragic ending
number of books: trilogy planned (1 completed)
thanks for reading. feel free to add me to your writeblr tag list! have a mushroom for your journey 🍄
your loyal scribe,
kiara.
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NEW PINNED POST YEEHAW
we’re redoing our introductory post cause there’s a LOT more of us now and uh yeah
hi! we’re the Black Gate System or the Kaer Morhen Collective.
we have a metric fuckton of labels to describe our system but the main ones are: traumaendo, davegenic, avpdgenic, mediple/diversian, hydraconscious and fictive heavy.
bodily we’re 21 + poc
host goes by Mel/Tyelpe
we’re not the most active on here but once in a blue moon we’ll reblog or post random shit.
headmate info under the cut!
Talion | he/they + neos | takes on nazgûl form sometimes | recovering persecutor; protector; cassmate; mortemate; tank; bitch/slayer; parental figure; co-host; unfilterer
Lif | he/him | mood booster; assistant and lieutenant of Talion |
Feyvor | he/him | somewhat a wizard | role-less
Geralt | he/him | witcher | parental figure; tank; cassmate; tracker; overrider |
Eskel | he/they | witcher | role-less
Lambert | he/him | witcher | bitch/slayer; bully
Ciri | she/her | universe traveler
Yennefer | she/her | magician/sorceress
Dandelion/Jaskier | any but she/her | music holder
Agarwaen/Black Hand of Sauron | demon | she/her + neos | devilmate; poltergeist; bitch/slayer
Zog | he/it + neos | uruk-hai | necromancer; mortemate
Boromir | he/him | brother figure; emotional protector; steward
Lucius | he/him | wizard | parental figure
Angmar/Murazor | they/xe/he | nazgûl | magician (art by Valentaine on VK)
Ratbag | he/it + neos | uruk-hai | poltergeist
Amrod | she/fae/they/he | elf | role-less + Amras | vy/vym & they/them | also role-less (art by sithinfection wethinks)
Rog | he/ver + neos | elf | caretaker; soother; parental figure
Maeglin | they/them + neos | elf | emo xenorole | (can’t find artist pls help)
Vilya/Hammer of Sauron | he/him | role-less
Erenion Gil-galad | he/aer | elf | soother; peacemaker; therapist; parental figure; caretaker | (can’t find artist again :/) | skin is darker than pictured here
Fingolfin | he/it/she | elf | parental figure (art by Jenny Dolfen)
Baranor | he/him | role-less
Idril | she/her | soother; xenorole
Morvran | he/they | councilman
alright that’s everyone woohoo that took way too long
we won’t be using emoji sing-offs but instead the name of whoever posted/reblogged in either the tags or desc. unsigned posts are all of us.
and uhh not adding a dni this time. if we ain’t like you we block. same if you don’t like us.
ALMOSR FORGOR: we will reblog some stuff that has to do with heavier/icky topics (we love antirq and pro endo posts) but we’ll tag to the best of our ability
#endo system#pro endo#pluralgang#system#endo safe#Black Gate System#Kaer Morhen Collective#intro post#median system#queer
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Grimmgar - Dwarf Rogue - (My husband's character), Jaskier - Half Elf Bard with Necromancer abilities and our girls.
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Hi its me again! Just waking up and instead of going to work, writing a Geralt Whump! Inspired by @innocentbi-standers Necromancer Jaskier!
(On Ao3 here)
Everything hurts.
As Geralt comes back to awareness he can feel the soreness and pain in places he didn’t even know could hurt. He takes stock. Nothing seems broken but he feels... he feels... well, he feels like he burned. Somehow. He is very aware of joints and arteries. It’s strange. His every breath feels hot and dry.
There are dry linen under him. There is silence around him. No wait, someone is here. Breathing? Crying? Jaskier?
He slowly opens his eyes, the light hurts even when it is as muted as it is.
He lies in a bedroom, lit only with some candles by the wall. His assumption of lying in a bed is correct, and when he turns his head to the side he catch a glimpse of Jaskier with his head in his hands.
“Jaskier.” He rasps out and Jaskier startles and throws himself forward towards Geralts bedside. But he doesn’t touch him like he usually would.
“Geralt! Oh gods, Geralt!” Jaskier sobs, actually sobs. Geralt frowns ever so slightly, because even that hurts. He swallows around the dry feeling in his throat, clears it again, before he speaks.
“What happened?”
Jaskier brings a glass of water to his lips and he takes a good sip. The cold feels heavenly.
“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Jaskier babbles, hands almost reaching for his and then settles on the bed close to his hand. When Geralt looks down he gets a look at his skin.
His veins are black. For some reasons. He doesn’t remember drinking any potions, so that’s odd.
“What happened?” He asks again and Jaskier makes a tiny broken sound.
“I almost killed you.” His voice is so small, so full of fear and pain. Geralt moves his hand, reaches with his fingers and catches Jaskiers hand carefully. It doesn’t hurt too much, thankfully.
“How?” Geralt still asks, because he doesn’t remember it. All he knows is how they sat in front of their camp fire. Jaskier singing under the stars. The next, everything hurts.
“We were attacked.” Jaskier says, his eyes cast down looking at their hands. “You didn’t have your swords. I don’t know how but they snuck up on us. You took my hand when... you...” Jaskier looks up at the ceiling and with a deep breath blinks away some tears. One escape anyway, and he wipes it away angrily with his free hand.
“Fuck, I almost killed you. My magic surged and went straight through you.”
“Your...magic?” He rasps out again, utterly confused. Jaskier doesn’t have magic?
“Yes. I never told you, so I guess you wouldn’t know. I never used it either. Didn’t have to. But they were ... they were so many Geralt. And my powers just... I wanted to protect you. And you almost died.” Jaskier tries to pull his hand back but Geralts grip tightens.
“I’m alive Jaskier.” He reassures him. “My heart is still beating.”
Jaskier smiles, and normally it would make his inside flutter, but now it feels terrible. He looks so completely broken.
“For a while there, you didn’t.”
The silence is so loud.
“We were so lucky. I was so lucky. Somehow my burst of magic was felt long way, because Triss portaled to us. She saved you.”
“I felt you die, Geralt. And I felt my magic calling you back. And I...” Jaskier sobs again, big ugly tears running down his pale stubbles cheeks. “I almost did it. I almost called you back. If Triss hadn’t-“
“-But she did. I am alright. I’m alive.”
“I’m a fucking necromancer Geralt.” Jaskier says angrily. “And it cost me.”
Geralt look at his friend, his bard. Slowly, he sits up with a groan. Jaskier protests, putting a hand on his chest wanting to push him down again, but Geralt catches it and presses it flat against his chest.
“Do you feel it?” Geralt asks him.
“Feel what?”
”Do you still feel the magic pull?” Geralt stares Jaskier down. Jaskier swallow thickly and spreads his finger against Geralt chest.
“No...”
“Do you feel my heart beat?”
He draws in a shaking breath.
“I do.”
“Good. Then I’m not dead and you did not kill me.”
Jaskier won’t meet his eyes, there is a worry line between his eyebrows that Geralt doesn’t like.
“Jaskier. I trust you.”
“I almost killed you.” Jaskier says again so quietly it makes Geralt ache.
“But you also saved me. So many times. There is no one on this earth that I want have with me than you.” Geralt says, and then coughs a litttle. The air he breaths out is still scoldingly hot. Jaskier pulls free and gives him the glass of water again.
They sit in silence for a few minutes.
“Thank you.” Jaskier looks down at his knees, he has completely drawn away from them bed. Geralt winces as he puts the glass back on the table.
“Come here.” He says, because he can’t stand the distance any more.
”You’re hurt.”
“Yes. And I want you to come here.” Geralt makes room next to him and lifts an arm in invite. “Please.” He adds.
That does it. Jaskier gingerly moves closer and sits down on the bed next to him, and Geralt leans against him.
“I do trust you, Jaskier. I know you did not mean to hurt me.”
“But I did.”
“We have had this conversation before.” Geralt suddenly remembers and smiles against his shoulder. “Only it was you reassuring me.”
“We have been together for a long time, huh?” Jaskier muses, letting his head rest on Geralts. It feels nice. Safe. Geralt let’s his eyes fall shut and he breathes out.
“All these years you convinced me I’m not a monster. You made me believe it.”
Jaskier breathes in above him, he can feel his chest expand.
“I love you.” He whispers. Geralt burns all over again, but he is so, so tired.
“I know.” He whispers back, and falls back into the darkness.
#hurt geralt#necromancer!jaskier#dapanda writes#geraskier#whump#the witcher#geralt of rivia#jaskier#the witcher netflix#geralt x jaskier#julian alfred pankratz#i dont know i just wanted geralt to burn#and Jaskier run his magic through him#because i am mean like that#angst#geraskier h/c
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WIP. What could it be?? Remind me never to do LINELESS art again ever forever
It's necromancer!Jaskier.
#jaskier#honey lemons trash#the witcher#honey lemon draws#dandelion#geraskier#witcher fan art#wip#necromancer#necromancer!jaskier#bb#i see dead people
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something soft! In my mind this is necromancer!Jaskier but it could also easily be a standalone piece.
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@spielzeugkaiser some aus live in my head rent free...
#the witcher#artistsfuneral about the witcher#jaskier#witcher#jaskier the bard#spielzeugkaiser's fault#spielzeugkaiser#necromancer#necromancer au
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I absolutely love @spielzeugkaiser necromancer!jaskier drawings/comics/headcanons! Look here
(I mean I love ALL of their drawings!!)
So I was thinking about Professor Pankratz at Oxenfurt University, who was asked to care for the flowers of a professor friend who is away for a few weeks. And all the flowers die because Jaskier first forgets to water them and then over waters them... and finally a few days before the professor friends comes back Jaskier sighs and sits down with his lute before the dead flowers and sings them his newest songs till they all come back to life!
That’s it 🌻
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I'm always here to make people suffer with me, sorry :')
You are cruel @spielzeugkaiser 😢 I have been following you since you did that professor drarry AU, and then the Greyback biting Draco (which I admit absolutely wrecked me) and then Necromancer! Jaskier (God!! THIS WAS THE BEST THING I HAD STUMBLED ACROSS, I want more please 🥺) and all I get is :P A I N... I am your follower, please stop tearing my heart apart 💔
Also, if any of you haven't checked out the recent art, DO IT( Auror partners is my fav trope and now I can't look it the same way 😭)
#draco malfoy#harry potter#drarry#drarry fanart#fanart#geraskier#jaskier#ALSO THE COMMENT YOU ADDED#please kill me but don't hurt me like this#Please😭#i can hear Draco's voice saying#RUN HARRY PLEASE#and i am NOT OKAY#how can you let him die alone#ALSO ALSO ALSO#necromancer!jaskier#THIS AU#YEAH THIS THIS WAS TORTURE OKAY#NEED MORE NECROMANCER JASKIER IN MY LIFE#geralt of rivera#tw death#death tw
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i didn't mean to but while rereading the fic snippet you posted i got hit by (another) au... Jaskier the lively necromancer.
julian alfred pankratz, viscount de lettenhove, the neutral good human who multiclasses as a bard and necromancer—
NO WAIT OH MY GOD
even better he thinks he’s a bard because he sings and has a lute but he’s just a necromancer who only knows one spell, spontaneous unburial, and he doesn’t even do it on purpose
#answered asks#by apples#ephemeraltea#jaskier#witcher au#witcher fic ideas#necromancer!jaskier#netflix's the witcher
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