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I’d like to personally thank Joey and Anya for their roles in the iconic "that’s my wife!" scene. Making it possible for this comic and all my headcanons about how yennefer and jaskier are silly w each other to be practically canon ^-^ 🌸
I think that yennefer can strategically be so so nice to jaskier as a form of warfare as a treat 💕☺️
#the witcher#yennefer of vengerberg#jaskier#yennisker#my art#digital art#comic#csp#finally finished this lmao 😅#I just think they are soooooo so silly w each other#like pulling pigtails but also so heartfelt#I’m not good at calligraphy or anything so I need you to imagine yennefer saying it so soft and sweet and like your the most#wonderful important person ever but also so exasperated like she couldn’t live without out you but how does she put up w this nonsense??#you need to feel like you’ll die after hearing it that’s what jaskier is going through rn#this woman is a weapon and she knows it#I think of the two of them she stops hiding behind the mask first and jaskier doesn’t know how to handle it lmao#I do think he catches up quick tho
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For the song inspired fic: yennisker + “like to be you” by Shawn Mendes and Julia Michaels, please? :-)
This is such a yennskier song omg
This is set during and just after 1x6 because its the perfect opportunity for some mild hurt/comfort and softness
CW for discussions of infertility, kissing
wc: 1k
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She had been avoiding him for most of the journey. Almost every time she and Geralt ran into each other, he was accompanied bt that damn bard. He grated on her every nerve. She'd made a point as they trekked up the mountain to ignore his presence. If she was honest, both he and Geralt were the last people she thought she'd run into here. Geralt didn't kill dragons, she knew. There was no reason for him to be here. And even less for his ever annoying shadow to be following behind.
But she couldn't avoid him forever. Curiosity was burning in her. So when she caught him sitting alone by the fire, scribbling nonsense into his notebook, she rounded on him.
“What are you doing here?”
Standing tall in front of him, she made a point to block his light. He looked up from his notebook and eyed her with mild confusion.
“That's probably a question you should ask Geralt,” he replied after a moment.
“I would, but I doubt I'd get a straight answer from him.”
She settled herself on the log beside him, internally pleased at the way he shuffled away from her.
“Well, I think Geralt is mostly here because of you.” He waved a hand in her general direction. “I'm here because...well I am. I came along with him because- because- we're friends I suppose."
“So that's it then,” she said in a way that didn't hide how she didn't believe him, “friendship.”
“Does there need to be anything else? You may be surprised to hear that we do in fact enjoy spending time together.”
She didn't respond. She wasn't really in the mood for trading barbs this evening.
“What about you?” The bard asked, breaking the silence between them, “what are you doing here? Surely a powerful sorceress has everything she could ever need. What could you need the coin for? Falling on hard times?”
“I'm not here for the coin,” she snapped.
“Oh?” he smirked in the way that he knew he was about to get a good story out of this, “then what are you here for?”
Yennefer hesitated. She could lie. Jaskier didn't need to know her business. Then again, it was a chance to shut him up.
“Fertility treatment.” The smirk wiped itself from his face. “Dragon hearts are said to help.”
“You want to be a mother?”
The audacity of him to ask outright. She was almost offended. That is if she wasn't already painfully aware of his habit of speaking without thinking.
“I would like the choice.”
His eyes flitted away from her.
“I'm sorry, I didn't know,” he said to the ground.
“There's a lot of things you don't know.”
She stood abruplty and stormed off, not bothering to wait for a reply.
***
She hadn't gathered her thoughts in time to portal away before Jaskier caught up with her. He wandered aimlessly down the mountain, face like a kicked puppy.
“I heard what he said,” she called as he came closer, “you didn't deserve that.”
The bard shrugged, defeated. He stopped right in front of her.
“I'm sorry you didn't get the treament you were looking for,” he said with painful sincerity.
“I'm sorry you were caught in the middle of everything,” she replied.
***
They sat together by the fire. Jaskier was surprisingly practical, building the fire himself and setting up camp. She didn't mention that she could have saved them both time with a wave of her hand. She had assumed that he had Geralt do everything for him. There was a lot about him that said he was completely unsuited to a rough life on the road. It had beena silly assumption in hindsight. Of course Jaskier travelled by himself at times. And he somehow survived before Geralt. He must have picked up a few pracitcal skills along the way.
“I was wrong about you.” He stared into the fire as he spoke. “It's kind of my job to put myself in other people's shoes. For some reason, I never thought to put myself in yours.”
She thought over what he had said. Perhaps that was it. They'd spent so much time at each other's throats they had forgotten that there was a person on the other side.
“I was mostly right about you,” she commented
The bard laughed.
“I suppose... I didn't know what it was like to be you. But I'm starting to understand.”
“Starting to,” she echoed.
“You are an enigma, Yennefer of Vengerberg,” he teased. The way he held onto every syllable of her name made her chest tighten. It was only then that she realised how close they were. Perhaps it was the firelight, the way it danced on their skin in the dark. Or the way the silence of the woods made them seem like the only two people in the world. Whatever it was, it brought them closer until Jaskier leaned in to kiss her. It was soft and painfully gentle. She felt herself melt into him. All too soon it was over and the bard was looking at her with a mix of horror and embarrasement.
“I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that.”
“No it's-it's fine.” she pulled on the collar of his doublet to try and bring him closer again. His hand came up to cover hers. She could see how conflicted he was in his gaze. He'd stopped her from pulling him closer, but he held onto her tight.
“We're both just looking for something to soothe a broken heart,” he reasoned, though he sounded more sad than anything
“So?”
“We'd reget it,” he sighed.
“We won't know until after.” She leaned into him until they were inches apart. “A life with regrets is a life well lived, I always believed.”
Jaskier took a deep, slow breath. The hand holding hers let go and he brought it up to her face to cup her cheek. He kissed her like he would never get the opportunity again. Perhaps he wouldn't. But that didn't matter. They could regret it in the morning.
#the witcher#the witcher fanfiction#yennskier#yennefer of vengerberg#jaskier#the witcher netflix#jaskier x yennefer#faye writes
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fandom ask game: the witcher (i'm taking the basic bitch option sorry xD)
Ooooh this will be interesting
Okay so first character I fell in love with: Jaskier definitely. He made me want to keep watching the show!
Character I never expected to love: Cahir to be honest. I HATED him at first now I love this man to pieces 😂
Character everyone loves that I don't: oh ummm hmmmmm I'm not sure. I know I hate fringilla I get bad vibes off her but I'm not sure if she's someone everyone loves. XD
Character I love that everyone hates: make this one harder on me 🤣 legit duny or emhyr 😂😂😂😂
Character I love but don't anymore: uh maybe Vilgefortz after being a sus bitch in season 3 🤣
The character I would totally smooch: CAHIR hands down wanna smooch that man
Character I want to be like: hmmm maybe Tissaia?
Character I'd slap: Vilgefortz and stregebor together as one
A pairing I love: Radskier!!! Hands down 😍😍😍😍
A pairing I despise: uh if I had to pick probably yennisker but at the same time I don't despise it its more it isn't for me but I see why people like it
Ask game here
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hoes mad yennskier made the ship list LIKE it’s not even up on the list but still is
are u that mad yawn
anyway here is to yennisker being that BITCH
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Originally this was going to be just Yennefer, but I had a quick idea in adding Geralt in the wip to this. My first witcher fanart, hopefully, it’s pleasing. ^^
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#the witcher#geralt of rivia#yennefer of vengerberg#yeralt#geralt x yennefer#yennefer#geralt#my art#my stuff#yennisker#yennfer of vengerberg
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“I’d rather be dead, at least than I’m with them!” for Geraskifer, pretty please 🥺
Hey gang! So, this one is very angsty so please look after yourself if you decide to keep reading
TW: major character death, grief
This is also on AO3
There’s a hollowness here in the bed they lay, carved with a blade forged of used-to-be and once-was.
There is no incessant laughter.
There is no soft singing.
There are no lude innuendos tossed to lovers rolling their eyes.
There are no annoying questions.
There is no rambling nothingness pouring from plump lips in comforting tones.
There is only the hollowness.
He was always human. He was always going to die. You knew this – this behaviour here? This is foolish.
And yet, Geralt reflects, as he holds Yennefer close and tries not to think of the missing piece of their jagged, broken puzzle he never truly understood what that meant. Even when Jaskier started to get grey in his hair, even when Jaskier stopped joining them on contracts (adventures he could almost here Jaskier correcting in his head), even when he settled down to sing songs to children and walk the coastline, happy with the few days a week he saw his lovers, even then Geralt didn’t understand what it was that Jaskier was always going to die.
He moves to stroke Yennefer’s hair, but her inhale of breath tells him it’s not welcome, so he stops. He knows why without having to ask her. Jaskier was braiding Yennefer’s hair up until the day he died.
They’re broken. They’re broken and yet the long stretch of extended life they both must live stretches out before them like a quiet highway road – no end in sight. Their future looks boring. Predictable. Straight and narrow and quiet. Far, far too quiet.
He does not know if he can make it.
He does not know if they will make it.
He’s barely spoken to Yennefer since they lost Jaskier. Not really. They sit and hold one another at night and feel Jaskier’s absence clinging to the sheets and then in the morning they part ways and pretend that it's all normal. That it's all fine.
They were a trio for so long that it is hard to imagine being a duo.
Once, a long time ago, before Jaskier was beginning to slow with aches and pains in his bones, he’d spoken softly about how he worried he was just an interlude in their long love story – he would fade and they would continue on. But maybe he wasn’t. Maybe he was the one playing the tune. Maybe without him they’d fall to pieces and Geralt’s heart would bear the cracking weight of losing them both in one fell swoop.
It has been a long time since he found himself believing he was better off not caring, better off alone. But here he is.
“He’d hate it,” her words, soft and unexpected, pull Geralt from his thoughts. He blinks, glances down into Yennefer’s violet eyes that are watching him carefully, almost guarded in a way they hadn’t been for half a century, “he’d hate to hear you thinking like that.”
Geralt wondered if he’d spoken out loud but—no. No, he hadn’t. She was just cheating. He growled, pushing her off him and standing, “get out of my fucking head, Yennefer.” he stalked from the bed, with no real direction in sight. His blades, perhaps? They were already sharp, but his hands seemed unable to do anything soft anymore. His softness had died by the coast, was buried in a grave he’d dug himself with body aching from more than just the exertion of shovelling dirt that would cover his lover for the rest of time.
He could hear her moving behind him, hear her shifting to sit upwards in the bed.
“You’re thinking loudly, and not talking to me. I have no idea if you’re fine, or if you’re grieving normally, or if you’re about to grab one of those blades and slice it through your own throat.”
Geralt growled low, sharping his blade in the dim corner of the room they’d rented in this inn, “If I am not talking to you, perhaps it is because I do not want to.”
“You’re becoming like you were,” she insisted, “and he would have been heartbroken by it.”
“Don’t fucking tell me what he would have been heartbroken by,” Geralt spit. He wasn’t doing this. He wasn’t going to listen to her berate him with Jaskier’s memory.
She was silent for a long moment. So was he. He counted their heartbeats. He counted their breaths. He sharped his sword to the rhythm of it and wondered if he’d ever be able to think of a song again without wanting to tear the earth to shreds.
“He was mine too. My songbird, my lark,” She sounded indignant. He supposed that was fair. “and I made him promises before he left. I made him promises that I wouldn’t let you do this.”
It didn’t surprise Geralt, even if it pissed him off. Jaskier and Yennefer making promises about him? Jaskier thinking he’d need looking after? Jaskier thinking he could control the swell of Geralt’s grief in any conceivable way? “I guess,” Geralt spoke softly, still not looking at her, “that we all made him promises we can’t keep.”
He could feel her stare, even without looking, “and what did you promise him?”
Geralt’s jaw clenched. He hadn’t spoken this much since he’d put Jaskier’s body in the ground. “I promised him I’d keep him safe.”
There was quiet between them, though the quiet was deafening. Geralt wondered what she would have to say to that. He wondered if she blamed him. She’d be right to do so.
“Geralt,” she murmured finally, “you did keep him safe. Nobody can be protected from age. He was human.”
And that was the thing, wasn’t it? They had loved Jaskier in part for his humanity, but Geralt hadn’t known what that meant.
“If you carry on like this, Geralt,” Yennefer continued, “you might as well have buried yourself with him.”
Geralt felt a bitter chuckle spring to his lips, “I would rather be dead. At least then, I’m with him.”
And what could she say to that, hm? He wouldn’t, of course. He was a Witcher, and he had a duty. They had Cirilla to think of too, she’d already lost one parent. But he ached. He ached for their completeness. He ached for Jaskier. He even ached for Yennefer because even though she was there, right there, close enough to touch, she wasn’t. She was just as locked away from Geralt as Jaskier was. Because Jaskier had gone and now nothing made sense and Geralt couldn’t—he couldn’t—
He didn’t realise she had moved until she was there. He didn’t realise he was no longer sharping his sword until she took them from his hands.
He did not realise he was crying until she wiped the tears from his eyes.
He looked up into violet eyes, “he’s gone.”
She nodded, “yes.”
He reached out then, grabbed her waist. He couldn’t say the words, but he knew they were there. Maybe this would break him and Yennefer apart, but—stay. He wanted her to stay. Stay for now. Stay even if he was becoming a shadow of what he had been. Stay even if Jaskier would hate what he was becoming. Because he couldn’t lose them both.
She pulled him forward, until his head was pressed between the curve of her breasts.
And he wept, for all the good it would do, and for all that it couldn’t.
Jaskier was gone.
Everything was hollow.
Geralt was hollow.
#geraskier#geraskifer#geraskifer fic#geralt/jaskier#jaskier#geralt#yennefer#yennisker#gerefer#gereaskier#the witcher#prompt fill
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I love the «my wife» trope for yenneskier, so may I propose the fic idea: “5 times Yennisker faked a marriage, and 1 time they didn’t fake it”?
#after season 1 you could have never told me that I’d ship these two#after season 2 however…#fic ideas#yenneskier#jaskier#yennefer of vengerberg#netflix witcher#witcher
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i am so on board SS yennisker
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ME!
ME!
by kuwdora, KuwdoraVids (kuwdora)
I promise you nobody’s gonna love you like me.
Jaskier and Yen to Taylor Swift and Brandon Urie's "ME!"
Words: 0, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 6 of Kuwdora's Witcher vids
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M, M/M
Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Gordon the Mouse
Relationships: Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg
Additional Tags: jaskier is taylor swift and yen is brendon urie, they are too good for Geralt, dlfjsadl;fkjas their FACES WHEN THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER, i can't, I can't even, never thought in a million years we'd get this kind of canon for them, rise of the yenniskers, Fanvids, Embedded Video
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Been dreaming lately 🌜☁️🌈💤
#illustration#procreate#comic#digital art#my art#hiii it’s meeeeee again#like 3 months after last post!! again bleh#I think I may have to accept that I can only finish things every 3 months :/#this was a fun no pressure thing to make tho (did agonize w the colors for a bit) I’m trying to experiment a little#I haven’t really like my art since 2021 jksejflkdsnvoksdfn I want to make better comics ^-^#I really like how starman came out it’s almost exactly how I pictured him ☺️#I may try making more little comics off of my dreams. I have really involved ones often#I (still!!) have a yennisker comic I’m trying to finish next tho!! it’s close this time I swear!!!!!!!!#one day I will put out fandom art people actually followed me for again lmao#(bonus fun fact I kept the dialogue p much how it was in my head but I looked it up to check and I think he did use forsooth correctly#so it’s the rabbit who doesn’t know what it means lol)#edit: oh god its so orange on my phone if you have nightshift i beg of you.... turn it off... for me.. 🥺🥺
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I kind of want to be on the yennisker discord, but the only other thing i use discord for is work, and posting the wrong thing in the wromg place would be VERY BAD
On one hand we would love to have you but on the other we're having intense discussion about tender DP.
So that is a valid concern.
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been goin through your blog for a couple days and i saw u havent listened to TAD (which like u should but) and there's a song called Marbles and it's joey and madeleine singing back and forth about being in love and its lowkey yennisker. "[m] and the bastards applaud when i show that im flawed / [j] you're not flawed darling, you're just a little under rehearsed"
i have noticed omg!! smashin that like button! glad you’re enjoying my nonsense content ♥
but yEs indeed i have still not listened to any TAD. mmm i see this lyric all over the place, people sure do love it. def yennskier vibes! i will... listen....... someday
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✨"I took the stars from my eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you"✨
✨💕🌘✨
Cosmic Love - Florence + The Machine
#the witcher#jaskier#yennefer#yennskier#csp#pixel art#digital art#illustration#artists on tumblr#my art#I’m so glad to have this done!! I’ve been working on it off and on for a while now!!#I think it came out v pretty uwu#it’s been a bit since I did a more complete illustration so I’m a little out of practice haha#I had to dig out my slow old computer to resize it w/o losing any of the pixel edges and tumblr has still eaten it….#I’m begging you to please click on it akjsskjssj#anyway yennisker is something that can be so tender and personal actually#😊😘💕
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