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Geralt: Jaskier can we talk about the message you just sent me?
Jaskier: It was a critical update
Geralt: It just says ‘im back on my bullshit’
Jaskier: The people need to know
Jaskier: You need a hobby
Geralt: I have a hobby
Jaskier: Brooding isn’t a hobby my dear
Jaskier: What we need here is a compromise
Geralt: Meaning I do what you want and compromise my integrity
Jaskier: Democracy in action right there
Jaskier: You know, I could have been killed… or worse …
Jask: Geralt could’ve given me another lecture on responsibility
Yennefer: Who would win in a fight, Jaskier or Geralt?
Ciri: I can’t answer that, Geralt's my dad!
Yen: So Jaskier?
Ciri: Yeah
Jaskier: Truth is, I only know one truly platonic relationship
Geralt: You and me
Jaskier: Don’t make me laugh dear you want to hit this so hard
Ciri with the half-up hair like her witcher father and uncle ❤️
Geralt talking to Roach in the books is the cutest thing ever.
I wonder if Roach likes Geralt too or if she is just in for the oats :))
I’ve been thinking about this for quite some time but now I’ve decided to open commissions!
If you’re interested, please feel free to message me here or on my Instagram ✨
Somethings to consider:
- commission drawings are for personal use only, not commercial
- I may need references when commissioning. All of which will be kept in private.
Shares, comments and saves on this post are very much appreciated!! ♥️
I’ve always wondered what Geralt’s life is like before meeting Dandelion, Yennefer and Ciri and how his life has been after meeting them
What do you think?
Have some Geralt in a suit
Even though he doesn’t seem to like to be in one that much
Jaskier’s love was a gentle man.
A healer by trade, good with children and skittish animals both. He was humorous, in a dry, secretive way, and dangerously skilled at gwent. Despite his imposing figure, he was, in truth, a touch timid.
They had met when he saved Jaskier from some brigands by the side of the road, bringing a branch down upon the head of one in a clumsy manner before grabbing Jaskier’s hand and yanking the both of them through the tangled underbrush.
“Whew!” Jaskier panted, laughing, as they dove behind a tree. “Thank you for the save, my friend. What may I call you, so that I may thank you properly?” And then, though he did not mean to be lecherous to his dear savior, Jaskier settled his hands appreciatively on the stranger’s firm shoulders. They were, after all, pressed very firmly together.
The man seemed to flush with the attention. “I’m called Geralt,” he said gruffly, “There’s no need for thanks. Simply be more careful on these roads.” His eyes fell to Jaskier’s doublet, which was inlaid with golden thread. “Flashy dress like that attracts the wrong kind of attention.”
And Jaskier took one look at Geralt’s auburn hair, curling lightly behind his ears, his dark, gentle eyes and the golden smatter of freckles over the bridge of his nose and found himself falling suddenly, exhilaratingly in love.
Geralt, with a bit of wheedling and perhaps a feigned injury, acquiesced to bringing Jaskier into his sweet, humble home, where Jaskier applied the best of his charm to talk himself into Geralt’s bed that night.
And oh, what masterful success that wrought. Geralt proved himself a tender, playful lover. A tad inexperienced, but Jaskier would enjoy changing that.
“I think I would like to stay a while,” Jaskier grinned, snuggled against Geralt’s shoulder. “If you would have me.”
“Oh,” Geralt said, flustered, “I would think you had a court to attend to, others expecting … your music.”
“I’m a traveling Bard,” Jaskier shrugged, “I go where I will, to stay as long as I please. Ever in my search for grand inspiration.” Though in truth, he had been growing tired of it lately. The long, lonely stretches of road - flitting from lover to lover, story to story, with no real place to call home. Each winter brought a new ache in his bones, younger, spritlier competitors for his renown.
“Well you’ll find little of that here,” Geralt said ruefully. “I’m no questing knight or perilous adventurer. The sum in total of my life is what you see within these walls. And the wide area of the woods beyond.”
Jaskier hummed, bringing Geralt’s hand to his lips to place a kiss upon his wrist, the sharp ridge of his knuckles. “A peaceful interlude never hurt a body. And besides, pastoral melodies have become quite the rage in Novigrad.“
Geralt’s expression softened, drawing Jaskier near to brush another kiss upon his parted lips. “Then I would have you so long as you wish to stay.”
ive never seen a witcher graphic or fanart with the quote “how terrible to love something that death can touch” and i feel like thats a huge missed opportunity
bird and wolf
Babies for my sanity
heads
AU you didn’t ask for, but I did anyway
“We’re better off without him”
my new favorite thing is to invent dresses for Triss
triss merigold???
