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jaskiercommabard · 8 months
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AU Geralt with his hair in a bun my beloved
AU Geralt wearing an apron for literally any reason my beloved
AU Geralt with a dog named Roach my beloved
AU Geralt talking sweetly to a busted old truck my beloved
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spielzeugkaiser · 10 months
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I love your art soooo much-it gives me life!! 🥰🥰🥰
I have a question about Milek and Jaskier! Milek says they fought before Jask went missing-what did they fight about? Did Milek say something he shouldn’t have? 👀😢 is there ANGST?
Also does Geralt know Mileks plush friend is called Roach? Because surely that’s a clue that Milek is his…(I love this universe so much)!!🥹❤️❤️❤️
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[MASTERPOST] That was the last conversation they had before Milek stormed out - and when he came back, Jaskier was. gone. The thing is, Jaskier knows what Milek is interested in (and he is not even wrong about that, Milek has an interest in medicine, and helping people, and I think when they met he was Shanis biggest fan) and I think Jaskier is aware that some of the conflict does have its roots in Milek not wanting to leave him, even if they get really heated and ugly in their arguments. Milek shouldn't feel like he has to care for him, or have to protect him and at times I think Jaskier feels quite ashamed, which leads him to being way too unrelenting at times - especially if he thinks he's doing something to protect Milek.
#jaskier#the witcher#geraskier lovechild#artists on tumblr#omegaverse#I think if they argue Milek is saying stuff he shouldn't all the time#I think for Milek the part that makes him feel really bad is that he KNOWS that Jaskier would always choose having him again and again#because he KNOWS that he loves him more than anything else#but he still implied that he doesn't know - and he knows what he said was cruel#but he also !! is so angry#because Jaskier always treats him like he knows what's best for him and. let it be true - it still makes him FURIOUS#he isn't a little kid anymore#and he wants to HELP he loves his father and he knows that Jaskier gives and gives and gives especially when it comes to him#he doesn't need a fancy education in an academy where he'll be just the bastard kid again#he just needs a Pa who doesn't absolutely run himself to the ground#and I think he finally wants to meet Geralt too#also I'm trying to do a thing here which I think shows how secure their relationship truly is#because Geralt sees Milek as a quite sensible (if sometimes a bit hotheaded) young man - who is quite mature for his age#which he CAN be#but Geralt is also basically a stranger even if Milek knows he's his dad - and he tries to impress him naturally - ofc he wants to be liked#with Jaskier? who has his one true emotionally secure relationship with?#moody teenanger - but also allowing himself to be childish at times - crying shouting teasing - exploding sometimes#because he never ever had to question their relationship once#he can just let loose
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pixlatedvampire · 4 months
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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 💕☺️
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Do you know this queer character?
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Jaskier is Sapioromantic and Pansexual, and uses he/him pronouns!
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vvitchllng · 11 months
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The Witcher s3 hair and makeup….
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samstree · 2 years
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okay but my headcanon for geraskier trying BDSM for the first time includes geralt who:
enjoys 100% vanilla sex but agreed to try for jaskier’s sake
checks jaskier is okay excessively at the beginning
also uses his safe word immediately because he got overwhelmed when jaskier sounds like he’s in pain
cannot resist being sweet even when he’s not supposed to
keeps kissing jaskier where he hurts him even when he’s not supposed to
is so so careful using his strength like this
takes aftercare very seriously, being as tactile as when jaskier is actually injured
insists on being the big spoon after, even though he’s the small spoon between them
is very pleased with himself for giving jaskier what he wants, not realizing the sex ended up being basically the same as their normal sex, which was tender and loving and he kept calling jaskier sweet names
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cherryjuicegf · 1 year
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make him swoon <3
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listening to joey batey's lyrics and line deliveries isn't enough, i need to inject them into my veins
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thelostgirl21 · 9 months
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Am I the only one that really struggles with the idea of Radskier's current relationship status being listed as "Ex-Lovers" in the shipping wiki, or...?
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helianthus-hellion · 11 months
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people complaining abt jaskier's hair in the trailer as if y'all weren't thirsting after joey batey's early tv work where he looked just like that but a little younger
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simonstamenovic · 1 month
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not on anon cause it'd be obvious who we are anyways —
i think you are one of the most amazing people we have ever met. you don't even know how beautiful of a heart and soul you have, or how genuine and kind you truly are. you are often the first thing on our mind when we wake up, and the last thing before we go to sleep. we are always thinking about you. we want you at your best and even your worst, even when you think you don't deserve it. we are so grateful and so lucky to know you. i can only hope you will let us stay by your side forever, just like we promised. we love you.
we love you so very much and think about you often i wish we could meld minds so we didnt have to worry about texting but also enjoy the process of being around you this means more than we can currently say but ill keep this in my heart
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Feeling very angry tonight and that anger is naturally manifesting through fictional characters so now just laying here thinking about how Jaskier’s first gift to Geralt was fixing his reputation solely by taking away his dreaded nickname of “Butcher of Blaviken” and replacing it with “White Wolf” yet he was left so fucking heartbroken and fairly pissed off at Geralt for leaving him that his petty ass took away his biggest gift to Geralt and got everyone to know him as the “Butcher” again through Burn Butcher Burn out of spiteful retaliation
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piratingconstellations · 11 months
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my partner has started watching the witcher and is dragging me reluctantly back into it. imagine my surprise when i enter the witcher tag on tumblr only to see joey batey describe s3 jaskier as having his “hot girl summer”
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fangirleaconmigo · 2 years
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You were asking for a prompt? How about Jaskier soft Domming Lambert?
Jaskier being taken to a strip club and being thirsty on sight upon seeing Eskel (and/or) Lambert dancing
Hello dear! Ok. I’ll do:
Jaskier soft dommimg Lambert. Short ficlet (in theory). Very Explicit. (Obviously)
Also, Lambert is in lingerie.
Lambert heard the door creak open behind him. He stopped fidgeting and held still as best he could. Hope and anxiety fought for dominance in his chest.
Jaskier had asked for this. Had asked for him to put on his finest handmade deep blue underthings. In reply, Lambert asked him over and over if he was sure. Jaskier just laughed in that easy, musical way of his. “Oh I am quite sure, Lambert.”
Jaskier had seen him naked. He knew what he looked like. He had known Lambert for months, so he knew how foul mouthed and hot tempered he was.
And Lambert knew that he was hardly some darling thing. He was not willowy or ethereal. He was wiry and calloused.
This was stupid. But he wanted it, and Jaskier said that he wanted it too. So Lambert had said fuck it.
While Jaskier performed, Lambert had stomped upstairs. He had bathed and put on Jaskier’s best pair of delicate underthings. They were silk and lace and they felt like whisper thin petals on his skin.
Then, Lambert had prepared himself, writhing on the bed, riding his own slicked fingers. Then he had gotten down on his hands and knees facing the mirror and waited.
Once or twice he had almost lost his nerve and run out into the the cold. But something had anchored him there, hands and knees pressed into the rug, thighs trembling.
It was hope, he supposed.
And this was the moment. The door had swung open and air from the hall had puffed in, smelling slightly of ale and carrying with it the muffled conversations from far away party guests.
This could be the moment. Jaskier could take one look at him like this and laugh. He could change his mind. He could regret it.
He heard a swift intake of breathe, and creaking of Jaskier’s impractical shoes on the floorboards.
Then Jaskier made a series of noises Lambert had yet to hear him make.
The first sound was a swallowed choke. Then it was like the release of a very very please sigh. It almost sounded like a purr. That was followed by a dark, predatory chuckle. Then the sound of the door clicking shut and the lock turning.
Lambert gathered the courage to crane over his shoulder and look at Jaskier.
The dark predatory chuckled was paired with a dark gleam in his very blue eyes and an eager, predatory grin. And finally, he said something intelligible.
“Fuck me but I am a lucky cunt.”
Well. That was good then.
“Yeah you are.”
Lambert tried to sound devil-may-care but his heart still beat against his chest cavity like a drum.
“Uh uh uh,” tutted Jaskier. His shock had subsided and he sounded like himself again. “Polite requests only, darling.”
They had talked about this. Polite requests only. Since Lambert met Jaskier, he had learned about this side of himself. The side that liked to please.
“S-sorry.”
Jaskier knelt behind him. Lambert watched him carefully in the mirror.
“Quite alright, Lamb. Look at you, being so good for me. Displaying yourself like this for me.”
Jaskier whistled as his eyes raked Lambert’s body with intense enthusiasm.
“Your ass is fucking gorgeous, darling. Look at you. Everything.” His fingers whispered up Lambert’s thighs and stopped to grip his hips.
Lambert exhaled and leaned back, seeking his touch. Jaskier smirked and rewarded him with more touch. He ran his fingers up the furry planes of his stomach. He slipped them under the brassiere and thumbed Lambert’s nipples.
Lambert could feel his cock growing heavy trapped in the underwear, pressed against his stomach.
“Fuck me.”
Jaskier planted slow, soft, tender kisses up his spine. “You won’t get anything if you cannot behave, Lambert,” he murmured into his skin. “Can you behave, my love?”
Lambert gritted his teeth. “Please. Please fuck me.”
Jaskier’s teeth glinted. “Good boy.”
Lambert whimpered.
“Did you do as I asked?”
His hands never stopped touching him. Gripping him. Tucking his fingers underneath his straps and thumbing the lace criss crossing his hips and chest.
“Y-yes.” Lambert was panting now. Arching his back. He could feel cool air where his cock had dripped precum onto the silk.
He could hear Jaskier unlacing his trousers behind him.
“Because you are desperate for my cock, is that it?”
Lambert nodded.
“Say it, darling. Say it with those soft, cock sucking lips.”
“Yes.” He breathed. “I need it. I need your cock.”
Jaskier pulled out his cock, and stroked it.
“This one?”
“Fuck. Yes. Please.
There was the sound of a bottle opening and the delicate scent of almond oil filling the air. Then, Jaskier slipped the thin, delicate string of his thong to one side.
Lambert felt so godsddamn exposed. Why was it so exciting? He rolled his hips. Jaskier squeezed his ass with one hand, parting him.
“Then take it.”
He nudged his hole with the fat tip of his cock. Lambert tried to shove his hips back but Jaskier held him in place.
“You will take it the way I want you to take it, Lamb. Is that clear?”
A thrill shuddered through him and he nodded.
“Good,” rumbled Jaskier. He exhaled and cursed under his breathed as he slid deeper and deeper still. “Good boy. You’re taking me so well.”
Lambert ground his hips and bit his lower lip and he took it all, moaning like a whore.
Then Jaskier curled the fingers of one hand around Lambert’s neck and urged him up. He knelt now, back against Jaskier, and hands resting on his knees.
Jaskier nuzzled his neck.
“I’m going to fuck you while you look at yourself in the mirror.”
Lambert gulped. He felt so fucking full and pliant he couldn’t question it. He looked in the mirror.
“Look how gorgeous you are stuffed with my cock. In my lingerie. Look at you.”
He saw himself the way Jaskier did. And yeah. No wonder he had been sure he wanted this. Lambert reached behind him to clutch at Jaskier’s thighs to steady himself.
It was good he did, because Jaskier began to fuck him in earnest, one hand still resting on this throat. The sound of panting and slapping of their bodies filled the room. When Jaskier fucked him, it was like a demon took over his body.
The funny, mouthy bard turned into a devouring, desperate, man, hell bent on fucking Lambert until his mind emptied of everything except the need. The need to be full. The need to be taken. To be ravaged.
Lambert’s body jiggled shook and his gaze dropped. Jaskier slowed down, and sweaty and panting, he gently moved his chin to face the mirror.
“Look. I said look.”
And for the first time, under Jaskier’s adoring, intense gaze, Lambert understood.
Jaskier came apart behind him, fucking him brutally but tenderly and came with an aborted cry.
“Make yourself cum for me Lamb. In the mirror.”
Then he watched himself come apart. And he slumped into Jaskier’s arms, allowing him to shower him in kisses.
Then, they lay panting in each other’s arms.
“You’re coming to every performance from now on, Lambert. I mean it.” Jaskier nuzzled into his neck. The sound of the party outside was growing quiet, as people paired off or staggered home.
“I’ll come to as many as I can.” He pushed Jaskier’s damp curls from his forehead and kissed him.
“Oh good.” Jaskier whispered into his lips.
“Because you are a lucky cunt,” chucked Lambert.
Jaskier plopped onto his back and smiled at the ceiling.
“That I am, darling. That I am.”
—fin
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pop-punk-jaskier · 7 months
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Simple Plan // I'd Do Anything
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pathsofpassion · 8 months
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