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spilledbutter · 1 year

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a yennskier au where jaskier is the nobleman's son in love with yennefer, the head of their knight's guard

#asi rambles #yennskier concepts #anya chalotra in armor anya chalotra in armor anya chalotra in armor---#is that the entire reason for this hc? yes #yennskier #jaskier #yennefer #yennefer of vengerberg #jaskier the bard #julian alfred pankratz

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deathbatsgalore · 1 year

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im sleep deprived and sad so i drew a little picture of yenskier to make myself feel better :3

#my art #this was kinda a proof of concept to see if i could make fanart im happy with #and im very happy with it so there will be more coming soon #this is more inspired by twn than the books #bc i only really ship them as they are in the show lol #yenskier fanart #yenskier #jaskier #yennefer #yennefer x jaskier #the witcher #yennefer of vengerberg #julian alfred pankratz #yennskier

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cherryjuicegf · 9 months

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| and all that i want is to fall in your shallows |

#making bad concept art instead of writing the fic as you do #inspired by shcherbakov's pearl this painting is soooooo #anyway. rusalka yen is something that can actually be so personal #yennskier #chrysa does art #yennefer of vengerberg #jaskier #the witcher #bonus a little playlist hihi

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fangirleaconmigo · 1 year

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Yennskier to Geraskefer concept (Yennefer x Jaskier with some + Geralt at the end)

Ok so what if the very first time Yen and Jaskier ever defend each other, it is a complete shock to both of them and happens (of all places) in front of his parents?

(TW: Yen is in disguise so some of the flirting could be read as dubcon but no bards were hurt in the making of this fic, I promise)

So when they first meet, Yen and Jaskier snipe at each other relentlessly, right?

Scheming, devious, calamitous witch.

Useless cock for brains.

Geralt has taken to tuning them out completely.

By complete random bad luck, Yen learns one night in tavern gossip that Jaskier isn’t his real name. She becomes suspicious of his intentions. She brings her concerns to Geralt.

“They said that his true name is Viscount Julian Alfred Pankratz. Is that true?” she asks Geralt.

“His name is Jaskier,” Geralt answers, sounding exhausted.

She pushes. “I know that family. They are well connected, prominent, and bigoted. Your bard could very possibly be asked to turn Ciri in to curry their favor.”

"This is insane, Yen." Geralt drops his head and looks miserably into his tankard. “You two need to start getting along, or I’m going to age at least a century before winter.”

"That's not what this is about!"

She gives up on him. He will never think clearly in these matters. She suspects he has romantic feelings for the bard, which she wouldn't mind, she isn't much for monogamy herself, but oh god, the bard??? That smarmy, whorish little bastard? Unthinkable.

She decides to pay Jaskier’s parents a visit just to reassure herself that they aren’t interested in her daughter.

She disguises herself with a glamour and gets herself on the guest list of one of their fancy parties. She is playing the part of a voluptuous blonde wife of an absent Duke.

Jaskier is supposed to be back at Oxenfurt. That’s what he told Geralt, anyway. But she walks in the door and there he is, holding court at the party in his well fitted satin, with his glinting charming smile, and his flushed cheeks and…and…well…other things that Yen would never admit to noticing.

But what was he doing there?

Why did he lie about being at Oxenfurt? Could he already be colluding with his parents?

At the thought, she expects to feel rage. But an entirely different feeling wells up in her.

Disappointment. Hurt.

She shakes it off. Stupid. She's used too much magic for her glamour. It's making her weak. She takes a seat directly across from him at dinner.

He introduces himself to her and kisses her hand. Julian Alfred Pankratz.

His lips brush the top of her hand and in response she acts like one of his tarts. Only because she has to get him to trust her, obviously. Yen smiles and flutters her eyes at him. His smile is charming. So is his admiration of her form. When his gaze drops ever so briefly to her cleavage she feels something else unexpected.

Warmth.

She shakes that off too.

His parents sit on either side of him. Yen doesn’t waste much time. By the time the second course is served she brings up Ciri and the war.

She doesn’t expect Jaskier’s mom to immediately bring up the horrid witch who is hiding the child. The slut who doesn’t know her place. The evil women who schemes and plots and who gets what she wants by manipulating men with her whoredom.

Yen is used to being called these things by conservative wives. But she finds her eyes flick to Jaskier, and her heart leaps to her throat. It makes her so, so angry that she cares what he will say.

He has always seemed like an enemy? But here? Behind actual enemy lines? He feels like a friend.

Fuck.

But Jaskier averts his eyes. He stares at his plate. He isn’t going to join in, but he isn’t going to defend her either. Obviously.

She DOESNT care godsdamnit. She’s just caught up in the moment. She DOES NOT CARE.

So it is entirely incidental that she experiences immense, sweet relief when he smiles softly to himself before he replies.

“Oh mother,” he says genially, “but I know you. It is simple envy that moves you to such crude accusations.”

His mother splutters. “Do you think I covet her false beauty—“

“Not her beauty.” Jaskier says, still calm. Still affable. “She is beautiful of course, but nothing like that. It’s just that you and father are so small minded and so constantly desperate for the approval of other, equally small minded people, that when you see someone who has a soul and who lives in a free spirited manner, that you ache with envy and impotent rage. And that is why you use such uncharacteristically crude and low language to describe her. That is why you yearn to oppress her and control her. That is why you want to put her in her place.”

Jaskier smiles genially and takes another bite of his lobster.

His parents turn so pink with rage that they look purple.

Yen hasn't felt such satisfaction in so very long. She also isn't used to people taking up for her. Not in places like this.

His father is the first to regain his composure. He smiles and looks around the table at the nervous nobles who are trying their best to ignore the awkwardness.

He smiles around the table. “You have to excuse my son. Instead of accepting the position at Oxenfurt he roams the earth thinking with nothing but his base impulses. He knows nothing of the real world. He is young, idealistic, and completely useless.”

There are nervous chuckles around the table when Yennefer speaks up.

“Actually,” she says in between sips of champagne, “I have heard of your son. Jaskier is that right?”

Jaskier looks at her, surprised and deeply pleased.

His parents smile tight lipped.

“Ridiculous name,” his mother says.

“Well,” says Yen, “you’re probably right. The vaunted thinkers and academics who laud his poetry coast to coast are probably incorrect. The soldiers who offer their undying gratitude that he has documented their deeds are wrong. The traumatized war orphans who cry and say that he has saved their lives with his art are surely absurd. It is you who are correct, I’m sure. Of all the ways you can spend your life, comforting and inspiring people does sound like an utter waste of time.”

She primly sips her drink and the grateful, genuine smile that spreads on Jaskier’s face like the sunrise rockets straight to her soul.

The rest of the dinner is tense, but Yennefer is having a wonderful time. Conversing with a Jaskier like this---he is adoring and attentive--it is addictive. She never knew it could feel like this with him.

And after dinner, when he finds her outside the privy and steps incredibly close to her, his hand sliding around her waist, she is shocked into silence by her desire. She doesn't find her voice until he has kissed her ever so softly and tenderly that she almost melts onto his parents stone floors.

"J-j-askier," she manages to mumble.

"Yes, love. Marina, is it?" he murmurs into her ear, his nimble fingers trailing from her neck down, down down. "Beautiful name. Beautiful woman."

She steps back and lets his arms fall heavily to the side.

"I must tell you something. And you will regret what you just did."

It could have sounded like a threat. She meant it to sound like a threat. But it just sounds sad. The glamour falls from her and his face transforms into shock.

She swallows the lump in her throat as he steps back so hard, he hits the wall and covers his mouth with his hands.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he demands. He looks white as a sheet. Terrified.

"I just did!"

"Earlier!"

"Because!" Yen squeaks. (She never squeaks) "I was...flummoxed. I--oh a pox on it, Jaskier, I liked it. Is that what you want to hear? You asshole? You bastard?"

His hand falls slowly from his face. Then a soft, tiny, smug little smile begins to form.

"Ha. I knew it."

He did not know it.

She smacks him. He laughs.

Then he remembers something and falls back against the wall againt groaning. "Oh, Geralt. Geralt. I'm a terrible friend. I will have to run off, to never return--"

She smacks him again. "Ow, what?"

"Calm down. Let's go see him together. I have a feeling he is going to like what we have to say."

The next time they kiss, it is in front of a roaring fire in her home in Vengerberg, with Geralt caressing them both, and watching with fondness.

"If I had known that it was this easy to shut the two of you up, I would have insisted on it a long time ago."

#the witcher #yennskier #yenskier #geraskefer

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limerental · 2 years

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thinking about the yennskier dynamic again recently and like... the concept of a silly little man who has jestered his way across the continent hoping to win attention and adoration while falling head over heels with half the people he meets encountering someone who he cannot stand and who cannot stand him, one of the few dangerous and beautiful people who he openly antagonizes rather than attempts to seduce.... only for yennefer, who has been forced to only be out for herself in a world that would take advantage and betray her otherwise... who cannot risk softness and compassion and connection after so much hurt... to turn around and go "this idiot isn't so bad I guess" and surprise him with her vulnerability and impulsive hugging and concern for him and brave rescue attempts... that's love babey!!!!!

#yennskier #yennefer x jaskier

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abeautifulblog · 9 months

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Thoughts on the Radovid romance

A couple people have asked about the Radovid/Jaskier relationship, and I thought it was... fine? As fine as anything in this show gets?

I wasn't expecting it to dethrone Geralt/Jaskier, because 20+ years of Jaskier building his life and legacy around Geralt is a lot more compelling than Some Twink He Met Yesterday, but I did go into it with a genuinely open mind. Everyone on tumblr was gushing over their chemistry, and I was like, Yea I'd believe it, given that this is Joey Batey we're talking about. So I was expecting to enjoy it the way I'd enjoyed the Yennskier content in S2, the rare treat of two characters having a real emotional connection.

And then I watched it, and it wasn't bad, but the relationship was a lot more disjointed (and their "chemistry" a lot less compelling) than tumblr had led me to believe. (Lol, mea culpa, I should have known better than to take tumblr's word for it.) Also it’s unclear whether it’s supposed to be a cute romance, or whether it’s two people using each other for their own ends?

But it did brush up against some interesting thoughts I'd had before about Jaskier and his patrons, and got me to thinking about consent and power dynamics again, because I am THEE MOST predictable little beastie in fandom. 🤣

First off, I'm not sure what we're supposed to make of Radovid. Obviously he's ~hiding his true self~ in some way, but I can't tell if we're meant to take at face value the side of himself he shows Jaskier -- that he's more intelligent than he's been letting on, and is actually deeply lonely in the empty-headed partyboy role he's been playing, desperate for genuine connection and for someone to truly see him for who he is -- or whether that is yet more deception, and this is all part of some big ambitious scheme that he'll whip out in a mustache-twirling villain reveal. There are elements that make me think it's the latter, but Hugh Skinner's acting is also just weird (and why are his eyes so wet o_o), and I can't tell whether that's supposed to be deliberate foreshadowing, or if, once again, the people making the show are just clueless about how their creative choices are coming off.

(I assume this will get answered at some point, possibly already has in part 2, but I haven't watched that yet.)

Honestly, the part that caught my interest the most was when Jaskier showed up at Radovid's salon wanting to talk about new intel he had on Rience, and Radovid was blithely uninterested, just wanted Jaskier to sing for them -- and then proceeded to casually, completely disregard Jaskier's No.

gremble: Oho? 👀

That's a red flag! 😊 Jaskier tried to set a boundary, and Radovid brushed right past it. And in any competently-executed piece of media, I would expect that to be deliberately signaling something. It doesn't necessarily mean that Radovid is evil -- could just mean he's a crown prince who doesn't have much experience with people telling him No -- but seeing him blithely override Jaskier's wishes in a low-stakes situation sets a bad precedent, and foreshadows how he might behave later, when the stakes might well be higher.

...Except that this production team is so HILARIOUSLY bad at writing healthy relationships -- for three seasons they've been feeding us the most toxic slop imaginable and telling us that's what love looks like -- that I have no idea whether that was on purpose or not. 😂😂😂

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The Radovid storyline does touch on some concepts that I've long found fascinating, about Jaskier's system of patronage and how he trades on his sexuality. How his work is canonically sex work, or at least sex-work adjacent (that's made explicit when he talks about the Countess de Stael, that they were involved sexually while she was supporting him financially), and the balancing act of keeping his patrons happy when they are always, always going to be second in his affections to Geralt -- and how they probably wouldn't be too happy to learn that.

Because for all that S3 tells us Jaskier is developing a crush on Radovid, Joey Batey's acting says something very different. He did not come off as a man in love, to me -- he came off as someone who's acutely aware that when the crown prince of Redania rolls up and tells you he's your biggest fan, you fucking smile for him.

(Why yes, Moulin Rouge is my all-time favorite movie, why do you ask? 🤣)

Jaskier's interactions with Radovid feel very... 'calculated' isn't quite the word for it, but Jaskier is conscious of the power differentials there, and always carefully choosing what he does and says in light of what he knows Radovid wants from him. He's conscious of having to keep Radovid happy, yes but he's also conscious of what he stands to gain from having a crown prince clamoring to win his affections, and what he could leverage out of that. (Like, say, having the entire Redanian army to protect his little found family.)

And the power imbalance isn't entirely one-directional either. Radovid wants Jaskier's affections, something that can't be bought or coerced, and wants his specifically, which means Jaskier has all the power to give or withhold it... while also being aware that toying with a prince's affections is a dangerous game.

........Or maybe I entirely misread that, and Jaskier's feelings for Radovid are meant to be genuine, and the whole thing was supposed to be a cute little romance. The way that Joey & the production team have talked about that relationship makes it sound like that's what they were going for, but what's onscreen is very ambiguous.

It will surprise no one to learn that I think the more interesting option would be the one that complicates Jaskier’s motives. That even if he likes Radovid well enough, he's still deliberately leveraging Radovid's crush on him to get help for Geralt -- and that if he oversteps, he's risking the wrath of a very powerful man. (And that as the perceived rival, Geralt could wind up as the target of Radovid’s retribution.)

Anyway, it's a fascinating situation, and almost identical to a fic premise I've been tossing around for years. It's never quite coalesced enough to get written, but it does compel me.

(Alternately, if you wanted Radovid to be noble and tragic, @coffee-mage-sans-caffeine suggested a situation in which Radovid and Geralt are in peril together, one of them is not going to make it out of this, and Radovid sacrifices himself so Geralt lives -- because he knows which of them Jaskier loves more.)

#witcher shit #radskier #witcher meta #twn season 3

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ghostinthelibrarywrites · 2 years

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has anybody asked about warlord yennefer yet???

Warlord Yennefer is a nine months late (and counting) birthday fic for a very patient friend!

The concept is that Yennefer is a witcher who was pissed off when Queen Kalis and her kid were killed while Yennefer was protecting them, so she took over Aedirn and Lyria (and then Kaedwen and Caingorn for good measure.) Jaskier is her court mage and sometimes-lover. Geralt is the prince of Rivia who Yennefer gets betrothed to, because his daughter is the heir to the Cintran throne. In the days leading up to their wedding, it becomes clear that someone is trying to sabotage the impending nuptials. It's endgame Geraskefer with a focus on Yenralt and Yennskier.

Snippet under the cut!

“This would have been faster if you’d just portaled them here,” Yennefer grumbles.

Next to her, Jaskier sighs. “I did offer, but apparently your betrothed despises portals.”

“Not my betrothed yet.”

“Well, you have at least one thing in common. Weak constitutions when it comes to portals.”

“I’ll show you a weak constitution.”

On her other side, Tissaia clears her throat pointedly. The head of the School of the Raven doesn’t need to speak to make herself clear: “This is supposed to be a dignified affair, so stop squabbling.” As the Warlord of the North, Yennefer definitely outranks her. She still falls silent, shooting Jaskier a dirty look, which he returns with an insufferable grin. He’s wearing his favorite cloak, a blue velvet monstrosity with gold tassels and embroidered stars. She’d gotten it for him as a joke, pilfered from the late court mage of Caingorn’s wardrobe. But Jaskier knows no shame and loves to torment her, so he now wears it to all formal functions.

Yennefer does not know why she allows this man into her palace, never mind her bed.

The procession of Rivian diplomats approaches, flanked by the four witchers that Yennefer sent to escort them. She doesn’t think anyone would be stupid enough to attack a diplomatic convoy entering her territory, but her enemies never fail to shock her with their spectacularly bad sense. Her gaze flicks between the diplomats, taking each of them in dispassionately. They’re almost entirely middle aged men, their fear reeking nearly as much as the Metinnan roses. Most of them can’t even look at her.

And then her gaze falls on the one man in the group who doesn’t look like he’s about to faint, shit himself, or both. The prince of Rivia is almost too pretty, with long red hair pulled back into a ponytail, bright green eyes that survey the line of witchers with interest, and a scattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose. There’s discomfort evident in the tension of his shoulders, but that doesn’t seem to be the terror of his companions. It seems more like he would vastly prefer to not have dozens of eyes on him.

“Well, hello,” Jaskier murmurs and Yennefer can’t help but agree.

The prince’s eyes meet hers and Yennefer doesn’t think she imagines the spark of interest in them. He bows, low enough to show respect, but not so low that he’s practically folded in half, like his companions. The fourth son of the Rivian queen should most likely bow lower to the Warlord of the North, but Yennefer isn’t in the mood to quibble about such things.

Yennefer approaches the group of Rivians, keeping her pace unhurried. She has her swords strapped to her back, but she keeps her hands at her sides, far from any weapons. Still, the Rivian guards go noticeably tense and one of the diplomats’ teeth begins chattering so hard, it’s probably audible even to human senses. Eskel, one of the witchers she sent to Rivia, shoots her an exasperated look, as if to ask why she’s purposefully riling up the humans.

The prince just watches her approach with a carefully neutral expression. He has a face well-suited for politics; it gives little away. Only the tiniest quirk of his lips shows that he’s amused.

“You must be Prince Geralt.” Yennefer doesn’t bother being subtle about looking him up and down. This is her palace, after all.

He inclines his head in a nod. “Think Wilhelm was about to introduce me.” He nods to the man with the chattering teeth. “Once he gets his wits together.”

Wilhelm gulps visibly. “Your Highness—”

Prince Geralt holds up a hand to silence the man.

“Do your people think we’d invite you into our home for negotiations, only to turn on you?” Yennefer asks.

Geralt raises an eyebrow. “That is what you did to the King of Caingorn.”

Yennefer has to concede that point. “The King of Caingorn was an idiot who tried to have me assassinated in my own palace. I trust I won’t have that issue with you.”

“If I was going to get myself killed trying to assassinate you, I wouldn’t put myself through a wedding first,” Geralt says, then must realize how that sounded. He winces. “Hm.”

Yennefer can’t help it. She laughs. “Not much for weddings?”

He ducks his head, a flush coloring his cheeks. It’s incredibly charming. “They’re fine, except the people.”

“Well, it’s lucky for you that no one is going to want to attend a witcher’s wedding.”

Ask me about my WIPs!

#the witcher #geraskefer #warlord!Yennefer #ask games #ghost's writing

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jupitermelichios · 1 year

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i have two chapters of a yennskier fic written and i think it's one of the best things i've written in ages, it's fun, i'm really happy with the character voices, there's lots of fun worldbuilding, a banging set-up, a bunch of ocs who i adore who slot naturally into the story... I even have a title!

and i have absolutely 0 ideas for plot. none. nothing. everything i have so far is just getting yen and jaskier to the same place to start the adventure, and bugger all concept of what that adventure should be

periodically i open the doc and reread what i've got and decide i definitely need to come up with a plot, because i love everything i've written, and then i get to the end, and remember that wishing for plot to manifest doesn't actually work, and sadly close the doc and go back to my other fics

if i could just think of some kind of actual story, it would be so good!

#yennskier #technically it's geraskifer #but geralt is off doing child surprise shit #and i don't think he'll be making an appearance #yenn and jaskier are just going to mope over him a bit #if anyone wants to come bounce ideas around i'd love that

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evilwickedme · 1 year

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11 for the wip asks :)

11. are there some wips that you just don’t think you’ll ever finish?

Oh yeah for sure. Any harry potter wips, for one. A bunch of the witcher fics don't even come up when I bemoan fics I left unfinished - although I'm determined to get around to the final chapter of the yennskier fic eventually. Uh, I've got a spider gwen fic that had a cool concept but doesn't seem to be going anywhere and I'm not really mourning it too much. Not to mention fics so old I don't even remember not finishing them, or non-fanfiction wips that are just gathering metaphorical dust in the metaphorical drawer (although I really do want to finish the punk scifi sapphic ya I was working on for a nanowrimo a few years ago eventually). Also the Gilmore girls fic that I published one chapter of and then never wrote the second chapter for is going to need to wait until I next hyperfixate on that show.

I'll be real with you tho. I'm generally a completionist, and it's really just a numbers game. I don't have any leverage fics that didn't get either published or reworked into a published fic. I wrote the most for the witcher out of any fandom I've ever been in, so it has the most abandoned projects. I've been in the marvel fandom a long time, so I've got a couple of abandoned spideypool drafts from 2015/2016ish and the aforementioned spider gwen fic I was working on last summer. You pick things up and you put them back down again. One thing I like about fic is that it doesn't have to be complete to see the light of day - you don't really get that with most traditionally published novels. Not to mention the extremely variable length. I think my temperament is most suited for mid-length projects - something multichaptered or with multiple parts but not novel length - and it's what I enjoy writing the most. I'm just very comfortable in the 5-15k range, and I find that gathering the motivation to finish projects of that size is not an insurmountable task. So unless I lose interest in the thing I'm writing about (my two year hyperfixation on the witcher switching to comics brainrot, for example) or the fic itself giving me trouble (the spider gwen fic) I usually finish what I'm working on cause I'm just existing in a place that's easy for me.

Anyway I could go on and on about my own writing lmao but yeah I have things I don't think will get finished but for the most part I finish things before I get the chance to abandon them

#except for original works which I have literally never not once finished #the poetry book notwithstanding #gail speaks #ask #killthelantern-raisetheghost #that's a metal url fyi very cool

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jaskierx · 2 years

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how about 4, 7 and 35?

hello anon

4. what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

mate there's been a half-finished yennskier fuck or die fic sitting in my google docs since literally february and i try to avoid looking at it bc when i do it looks at me sadly and cries 'why won't you finish writing me lyse'

7. tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote

the first fanfic i ever actually wrote was some very short twilight monstrosity when i was literally about 9 (and probs should not have been reading twilight but never mind). can't remember anything about it other than the fact that i didn't know that fanfic existed and thought i'd invented the concept myself. excellent work past me

the first fic i properly wrote was a yennskier hurt/comfort where yen is very sad in kaer morhen and jask is the only person she wants to go to and they end up fucking. i promise i write things other than yennskier smut

35. tell us about a character who’s very different than you who you love a whole lot

the most different character i love is probs butcher? he is a terrible stinky violent man who i would hate and be very scared of in real life but from a safe distance as a viewer i love him

also garrus from mass effect who i would both kill and die for but his coping mechanism after everything goes to shit is that he becomes a vigilante and takes on all three mercenary groups in a particular city at once despite only being one man. whereas my coping mechanism is getting into bed and having a little nap

🌟 ask me shit about my writing x 🌟

#asks #anon

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witchersgoldenbard · 2 years

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Thoughts on the most chaotic way they could reintroduce Renfri in season three?

So. I need a dramatic entry, the front door of Kaer Morhen opening slowly, with a creak of doom, and revealing an angry but attractively casual Renfri. Everybody stares at them (I make the rules and the rules say she/they Renfri). And before Geralt can finish choking on his ale or Vesemir draw his sword and ask how tf they got here, Renfri asks: “What the fuck did you do with my bard!”

Enter Jaskier, grinning, because turns out Renfri survived Blaviken and moved to Oxenfurt where they continued to hide in plain sight and plot the slow and painful death of Stregobor. They frequented the pub Jaskier used to play in, took one look at the bard singing “Burn Butcher Burn” and though, That one. I want that one. Obviously knowing who said Butcher is. And so they bought Jask a drink every night and they bonded over being Geralt’s exes. The sandpiper and the shrike.

One night they couldn’t come, and that’s the night everything went to shit. Jaskier was gone, so they tracked him all the way to Kaer Morhen.

Back to the present, cue Yennefer immediately loving Renfri and bonding with her over being Geralt’s ex and hating Stregobor. The three of them being adorable chaotic trio. Geralt just… staring. Because both his exes went from I respect no man to taking one look at Jaskier and going, I respect one (1) man.

Yeah, Geralt needs another drink.

[Vesemir is tired of it all.]

[Lambert and Coën are wheezing in the background.]

#the witcher #jaskier #Renfri #yennefer of vengerberg #Geraskier #yennskier #yenfri #renfraskefer #???? is that a thing? 😂😂#headcanon #concept #jaskie my darling #asks

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jaskierisbi · 2 years

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okay but songfic for liability (lorde) with jaskier feeling useless in a keep full of strong witchers and sorceresses and whatever the fuck ciri is

he’s just a bard totally not human either but that’s another post, an artist, using sarcasm and humor to get by in a world of danger and death

LIKE GUYS

They say, "You're a little much for me || You're a liability || You're a little much for me" || So they pull back, make other plans || I understand, I'm a liability

The truth is I am a toy that people enjoy || 'Til all of the tricks don't work anymore || And then they are bored of me

like, not to mention how fucked up his mental state is right now???

like he goes from singing all too well (jaskier’s version) to helping his ex-nemesis-new-best-friend escape the country to being tortured for information about his ex best friend (the man that he loved for over 20 years) to being saved by yen, to trying to save her, to being imprisoned, to seeing geralt again, to seeing yen almost sacrifice ciri, to seeing geralt hold his sword at yen’s throat, to (finally) going to kaer morhen, to witnessing a shit ton of witchers be killed, to seeing yen slit her wrists, to her geralt and ciri disappearing ALL WITHIN A FEW DAYS

we literally saw him sleeping with a bottle of alcohol when yen came into his room. he’s obviously Not Okay

and now he’s an outsider in this cold and unfamiliar place. geralt and yen are with ciri, the witchers have each other, so where does he fit in? why is he there?

maybe he tries to leave in the cover of night (because apparently kaer morhen is a lot easier to access than literally ALL OF US thought???), or maybe he stays and is subdued and muted because he’s afraid of being a bother or being kicked out. maybe he keeps to himself, pulls into himself.

he’s always been a little too much for everyone. people always liked him until they didn’t. yes, geralt apologized, and he does get why his friend lashed out, but that doesn’t take the hurt away. that the man he loved considered his best friend for over twenty years was tired of him too

he doesn’t want to be thrown aside again. he doesn’t think he can survive it. he knows what he is: weak, silly, useless. a liability. but he’s weak and wanting, and yearns for a place somewhere in this makeshift family

anyways then yen notices it and there’s softness there because she knows what it’s like to feel like the weak and useless one and they’re something now, and she wants to comfort him because she cares about him and he cares about her

geralt doesn’t notice, but he does notice when yen and jaskier become a Unit. when they talk softly and share touches and give each other meaningful looks. (the cognitive dissonance of seeing them be enemies to whatever this is is VERY real)

idk how it ends, probably with an ot3 and plenty of comfort for the hurt

…anyways now I kinda want to write this 👀👀👀